Christmas Details to Remember by Jon Krey

Details: What?

          I won't get into what that word means because I'm never sure. However I'll give an example as I may have seen… it??? At least I think I've seen it. Enough Thorazine helps clear the mind.

          A couple of nights ago when it all began, it was getting ever more chilly with an early winter approaching, my friend and I decided to take our “high tea" inundated with some good ol’ pot and other pharmaceutical “party favorites.”

          On that evening we lit the seriously tilted candles above my fireplace with difficulty, put on some appropriate Christmas music and sat down. At least I think we sat down though I'm not sure.

          Anyway I think time passed though I’m not sure about that either. We talked incessantly about the nature of trees, gay dogs and cats, clocks, the Eiffel Tower, room carpeting, smoke and flowers encased in glass enclosures. Talking about glass led to other related topics including windows, windshields, wind instruments or just plain wind. I began feeling an increasingly hot breeze someplace on my body from some source. Shortly we began to notice the room temperature apparently rising though I’m sure I'd turned the thermostat down. The candle light also seemed brighter in the darkening evening. The wafting odor of wonderful burning Christmas Wax incense pervaded everything as an increasingly warm feeling crept over our bodies. I was certain our physical passion was producing the extra warmth. The fireplace was just fine, seemingly ablaze… with beautiful golden light which grew in intensity. How beautiful that seemed on such a cold evening outside. The strong odor of pine smoke joining the Christmas Wax incense. The temperature of our passion rose to such an extent it caused us to discard our clothes which in turn incited further sexual arousal… greatly. Momentarily I was pissed that the maintenance crew had failed to fix the thermostat only allowing our passion to heat us up, or… whatever. We became deeply fascinated with each others body, the ensuing sweat had become so intense we decided to move to the balcony where our love making immediately became interrupted by the serene and melodic sound of sirens below. People across the street began pointing at us (which added to our heightening arousal). Their delightful shouting made us feel like real porn stars. I wondered if we might have been a little too exhibitionist, or, not enough? Meanwhile the smell of candle wax and accompanied smoke, fog or whatever it was had raised to such a level that we decided to lower our rope ladder and leave, having forgotten about the hallway door, elevator and stairwell. Additionally, all the joyous celebratory shouting was getting on our nerves interrupting our pulsating rhythm. We tried to overlook all the falderal as just other people overcome with zealousness at a private building party. In our sexual excitement we laid down on the grass writhing in ecstasy as the area became covered with snowy flakes that smelled like burning wood. We both found that ridiculous but began noticing several very large gray featureless Christmas garlands now encircling us from several sides. They were wet too. The whole thing was ridiculous.  For some reason no one was paying much attention to us anymore either. They kept staring up at the enormous brilliantly lit Christmas tree and it's much heavier than usual smoky Christmas Wax incense. Additional strains of lovely musical siren sounds were accompanied by increasing screams of delight from observers and more seasonal gleeful shouting and frivolity. Additionally all the excitement of the huge Christmas tree light and the Christmas Wax incense had become too much for other occupants and many were running out of the building. The more elderly were either crawling or violently shoving their walkers out of the front door while others pushed their own beds outside. Some were assisted by several studs from the leather community dressed in cute dark blue and yellow clothes that looked like uniforms… hahaha. All this for a Christmas show.

          We crawled further away from the gigantic Christmas tree and all the shouting and strange siren like singing. Suddenly I noticed I’d forgotten to bring my door keys!!! But I don't suppose it mattered too much because the heat from the tree had become unbearable anyway. Boy did someone in the building know how to throw a party. Now the handsome leather men insisted we crawl into some kind of party RV, nude, dildos and all. Fun was on the way!!!  The short ride to another party bar or bath house had people we didn't know who surrounded us staring but not engaging in any affectionate embraces as we were. I couldn’t stop thinking I needed to get back home and find my damned keys. It was becoming a real hassle with all these leather guys preventing us from leaving the party. The bouncer was BIG and held us in!! Hell he even took our dildos away!

          Whatever! Eventually after much ado and sexual boredom we snuck away and began the trek home clothed in some kind of orange numbered shirts and matching pants. Guess they were some new kink outfits since they didn’t fit well.

          Where was our building? We couldn’t see since the incense smoke was still super thick in front of us.

          Altogether, what a wild holiday evening but a real pisser since I’d forgotten my keys. Besides, who were these leather guys who kept insisting we go back to the up-tight party. I didn't recognize any of them and not one made any physical overtures though they did engage us in some fun BDSM stuff with leather restrains and handcuffs. Honestly, some people can be so rude and aloof even when playing. They didn’t even bother exchanging names or phone numbers but insisted we give them ours. 

          Whatever! At least we now share a much smaller apartment with a hunky uniformed valet at a lovely metal front door equipped with a small viewing window separating us from uninvited guests. I wondered if it might be too forward to ask for a gilded chandelier to be put in place of the single naked bulb.

          I guess the moral of this story is never get loaded and forget where you left your keys. Anyway it doesn’t matter now 'cause with this smaller home we have all the goodies we need; new friends, lots of exercise, sex, daily meals, a roof over our heads, no taxes, all fresh clean clothes plus other amenities AND we get it all for free!!! I don't think we've ever been happier.

          So Merry Christmas and have a Happy New Year.

About the Author

"I'm just a guy from Tulsa (God forbid). So overlook my shortcomings, they're an illusion."