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  • Coming of Age

    Charlene was holding AJ’s arm as they began walking in the new neighborhood. AJ knew in his gut there was something wrong but was going to let Charlene get it out in due course. They stopped as they came to the recently completed Nasher Museum of Art. There were benches along the walkway so they sat and took in the beauty of their surroundings.

    Charlene cleared her throat and started headlong into her story – “As we both know Syd had endometrial stromal sarcoma and with the localized presentation, she had a 99% survival rate and came through that surgery beautifully. Well let’s just say that is not my prognosis, I have been diagnosed with and begun treatment for stage 4 uterine carcinosarcoma, which currently has a 15% survival rate attached to it.”

    The single tear turned into a full-on cryfest, AJ pulled Charlene to his chest and let her get it all out. By the time she had finished and composed herself, AJ’s t-shirt was soaked. “AJ, this is so inappropriate but I now get what both Syd and Scott say about you. I have never been this close to you after a workout but they are right someone should bottle your scent – it is both comforting and a little erotic.”

    Charlene blushed as AJ chuckled – “Mom, Syd said one day you would finally understand her obsession with my scent. God, I miss her so fucking much it guts me to my core. Shit, sorry probably not the right time to let that out.” Charlene kissed AJ’s cheek – “My dear boy, there never is a wrong time to express how much you love someone. You and Syd had an epic love cut short by tragedy; it will be with you always.”

    The two discussed her treatment options and what she should expect. AJ convinced her to have her records sent to him to see if he could find any additional options for her, he would talk with his professors and other medical researchers here at Duke.  They were gone for over two hours by the time they made their way back to AJ’s new home. They had talked non-stop, laughed occasionally, and cried a great deal. AJ was not ready to lose another person in his life and made sure his mom knew that.

    When they walked in the door, they were swarmed by two almost 1-year-olds. Conor and Caleb were clamoring for uppies and where you been Daddy questions. God, he loved these monkeys – it was clear they sensed something with G-ma so they both stuck their arms out and AJ helped hold them in Charlene’s arms when it was apparent, she didn’t have the strength to do it herself. They smooched her face and hugged her neck with lots of wes wuv you G-ma. Charlene was in tears again and the boys were wiping them away with their little hands.

    Caleb smiled – “Mommy, G-ma is sad will you help us cheer her up?” Charlene was taken aback but felt a warming hug wrap her up from behind and she saw the tears pouring out of AJ’s eyes. Scott joined in the hug fest and told Syd he was really glad she could be here and let her know he would be there for both AJ and Mom. AJ was gobsmacked, to say the least, Scott told him to close his mouth as it wasn’t a good look and Syd agreed. “Okay, knock it off. It isn’t gang up on AJ day today, that was last Thursday.”

    Syd kissed her mom’s cheek, the boys’ heads, Scott’s cheek, and AJ’s lips – “I have to go, but my boys – all four of you take care of G-ma. She has a fight in front of her and she will need you all to send her notes, cards, flowers, and love.” With that she was gone, leaving Charlene to confirm that Syd had indeed hugged her and kissed her cheek. Which all four boys let her know was true.

    AJ needed to get back to positive emotions so he stepped back and yelled out – “Old woman, fiancé, and boys in the kitchen now.” Scott and the boys looked at AJ like – ‘what did we do wrong now?’

    AJ carried the boys into the kitchen and sat them on the island. Nanny was coming in from the family room – “Youngin, you best be watching your tone with me.” AJ smiled – “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sit your old ass down, I wouldn’t be chuckling if I were you dear sit your firm ass next to her.”

    AJ made a big show of walking back and forth with a frown on his face – “So, I know I’m not going to be a lawyer and have never been in law enforcement but I have two lawyers in my family and a judge so I know a bit about being wrongfully accused.” All four faces in front of him were completely at a loss. He opened the freezer and tossed the bag of peas on the counter, exhibit A – the bag of peas that were given to my ungrateful fiancé when he whined about a small black eye.” By this time everyone in the family was watching AJ’s antics.

    At this point AJ pulled his shirt off and continued with presenting his case – “Caleb, did you not whine at me this morning “Papa hog the bed. Conor didn’t you tell me “No. Daddy. Kids can sleep wild; Daddies and Papas are supposed to be nice. Eheh old woman I’ll get to you in a minute. Scott, when you rolled into the kitchen did, I not point out that you needed a bag of peas from the freezer? And then did you not say to these two cherubs – ‘You two hooligans are like sleeping with a bag of marbles in a tornado?”

    Scott nodded but did interject, “I do think referring to Monkey 1 and 2 here as cherubs is a bit of a stretch.” He received smacks on the back of his head from – JR, Miranda, JJ, Evie, Charlene, Elliott, Eva, Chase, and Brent and he was rubbing his head when all was said and done.

    AJ smiled at him with his lopsided grin which always got Scott’s cock stirred up. Chase piped up – “AJ you should stop leering at Popo, you were on a roll, and with that things might get distracted.” Brent smacked Chase on the back of the head.

    AJ refocused – “Old woman, didn’t you say ‘You boys are cute but definitely are like your Daddy – a tornado called Taz…’ which by my measure insinuates that all of this is my fault when in fact I have no bruises on my body and was wide awake and out the door at 5:30 AM despite having Caleb’s hand on my face and his foot in Scott’s back and with Con hugging Papa’s head tight, with his foot firmly planted in my throat. With that, I rest my case.”

    Eva smiled and stated – “Definitely AJ’s fault.” Lots of agreement and only one dissent. “Skeeter, had you not been so selfish and gone for a run at 5:30 the boys would have been more contained and settled, so at the end of it all you are at fault.”

    AJ stood stunned at the counter. Scott walked by and whispered in his ear – ‘So big boy, at some point today this will be firmly wedged in that sweet ass of yours.’ Scott kissed his cheek and patted his ass as he strutted away. Holy shit batman, AJ was freaking turned on and was frantically trying to figure out how he could make that happen, then he was thinking ‘I’m truly turned on by the thought of Scott taking my ass, well that’s new.’

    AJ took the boys off the counter and discreetly followed Scott to their bathroom.

    AJ closed and locked the door, pushed Scott up against the wall, slightly away from him, and literally tore his clothes off. Scott was caught completely off guard but was really turned on as AJ maneuvered them both to the walk-in shower where they soaped each other up. AJ took care of a little business in the water closet and was back in the shower in no time with his hands on the tiled wall, his back arched, his legs apart, and his ass on display. Scott stood there in awe of the site in front of him.

    Scott grabbed the handheld shower nozzle and ran it over AJ’s entire body, paying special attention to his ass crack, taint, balls, and cock. Scott worked some baby oil into AJ’s ass along with one, two, and then three fingers. AJ was begging Scott for his cock when he only had two fingers in his ass. Scott knew better than to go fast – AJ didn’t bottom often and he wanted this to be epic, especially with AJ in heat for his cock.

    Scott stepped between AJ’s spread legs, took his oiled-up cock in hand, and started teasing AJ with it. He slid himself under AJ, over his balls, and along his crack, then he would pull back and run his head over AJ’s taint, up his crack, across his prepped pucker, and up to the top of his crevice. Then he would start the return journey, but on the fifth pass up AJ was pushing back to get Scott’s cock in his needy tunnel. Scott was able to prevent that from happening on this trip but on the way back down AJ was ready and once Scott’s cock head hit him dead center AJ shoved back hard. Scott was buried balls deep in AJ’s hot tunnel, he could not move because he knew he would cum immediately. It took Scott by surprise but he quickly recovered and now had better control of AJ’s body causing AJ to whimper and begin contracting his anal muscles around the girthy invader.

    AJ had had enough – “Sam, either you start fucking my ass now or I’m going to jack off and leave you standing there with blue balls.” Scott started to fuck AJ’s ass with abandon, he grabbed a fistful of AJ’s hair and pulled him into a standing position

    As Scott’s deflating cock slipped from AJ’s hole he whispered to his soulmate – “Taz, did I hurt you? I got lost in my pleasure and I…” AJ cut him off – “That was the best time I have had with your cock up my ass. When you growled in my ear in the kitchen your words revved up my prostate and you pounded it into submission. Fuck that was awesome. I’m sure I will regret it later but only time will tell if I can sit down. I love you with all my heart Scott, thank you for loving me back.”

    Scott melted – “To the moon and back, my Taz.” “Always and forever my Sam.”

    The two men soaped up again and AJ took care of the load in his ass. Once they were cleaned up, they dried each other off and dressed for the rest of the day. They wanted to explore the campus a bit and then have a barbecue with the family before heading over to the Devereux/Rutherford New Year’s Eve party .

    Everyone went with AJ and Scott as they walked the Duke University campus. AJ was starting medical school on Wednesday and Scott was taking a few public speaking courses to get himself back into the swing of academia before starting law school in the fall. As they were walking around the school of medicine, they ran into the dean of the school, who recognized AJ right away. AJ introduced him to the family and thanked him for helping him get started straight away. AJ pulled the dean aside mentioning his mother’s cancer, he was supportive of having the records reviewed to see if they could offer any additional insight. They concluded their brief discussion and the family continued exploring the campus.

    When they returned to the house in the early afternoon, they quickly grilled some burgers and dogs and had a picnic-style lunch. Once everyone had filled up on food everyone retired for a nap to make sure they would be ready for the evening. Charlene, Elliot, Eva, and Aoife returned to the hotel to nap and prepare for the evening. Carrie and Maddie were asleep on the sofa in the family room with the boys crashed out on the loveseat.

    AJ woke around 5:30 PM and nudged Scott awake – “Baby, will you go for a run with me?” Scott grabbed AJ’s hand, pulled him tight against his back, and would not let go. “Skeeter just cuddle with me for another 15 minutes and I’ll go for a run with you.” AJ chuckled – “Fibber…” He kissed Scott’s cheek and went to get up but Scott had a death grip on his hand. “For once will you just cuddle with me for a while, I like it like this.” AJ caved, what else could he do when his Sam really wanted something he was putty. AJ wrapped himself completely around Scott, arms, and legs intertwined, and with a kiss, he joined Scott in another hour of sleep.

    When he woke just before 7:00 PM, little hands were prying his eyes open, and little boy’s lips peppering his face with kisses. Scott was getting the same treatment; he was trying hard not to laugh and grab Caleb to tickle him. He played asleep for a bit longer and then all of a sudden let out a very loud growl – “Who disturbs my sleep, they must be dealt with, with severe tickle time.” AJ had Caleb on his back with his long fingers tickling his sides while Scott had Conor in a similar place just on the other side of the bed. Both boys were giggling, squirming, and trying to talk but it wasn’t working they were laughing too boisterously. Suddenly Scott and AJ were jumped from behind, and Carrie and Maddie to the rescue.

    With the tables slightly turned the kids tried to tickle AJ and Scott but they were too big and the girls were now being tickled as well. Evie was standing at the door filming all the antics going on. AJ lay on the bed with Carrie under one arm and Caleb under the other – “What do you little hooligans want?” Caleb and Conor screamed – “Pizza” and Carrie just asked for something to eat as she was kinda hungry. Maddie kissed her uncle AJ on the nose – “Pizza would be most excellent.” AJ chuckled and kissed her nose – “Pizza it is then.” AJ poked Scott in the ribs – ‘your eating habits are rubbing off on the boys… if we aren’t careful Syd will be back yelling at us to get slimmed down…’ “Arse.” “Love you to Sam.”

    As they were wrapping up dinner, Aoife, Charlene, Elliot, and Eva arrived. Maddie and Carrie greeted their mom with excitement and asked if she brought them party clothes to wear for tonight, she opened up a couple of bags with new party clothes inside for the girls. AJ panicked as he knew they only brought essentials as they were going shopping tomorrow to stock the new house with clothes, etc.

    AJ announced he was heading to a nearby department store to grab some clothes for tonight and asked if anyone needed anything. Scott, Chase, and Brent all looked panicked as well, in unison all replied – “I’m in.”

    The four men jumped in the Escalade with Scott driving – AJ liked this; it was a simple thing but most of the time they were both in the car AJ drove. It was nice being taken care of in this little way. En route Chase started ribbing AJ – “You know Cuz, I’m sure the partygoers would love to see you in those 501s you wore on the way here, especially without underwear.”

    Scott laughed a little too loudly – “Well my love, maybe I will just slip into those jeans and tease you all night and then just go to sleep when we get home.” Scott sputtered a bit – “Taz, I’m sorry I just imagined you showing up in those jeans and a very tight shirt that showed your tummy and watching Sean go ape shit. I can’t tell if he is homophobic or maybe a little into you.”

    AJ, Chase, and Brent all started laughing uncontrollably. Brent was the first to calm enough to speak – “Scott, that’s cute. That man is HOMOPHOBIC and he is in general an ass, thinking that AJ’s dad was buying the vehicles and not using the brains God gives a goose. The body language and eye rolls when AJ introduced you as his fiancé and then again when he explained about Syd and falling for you and stated emphatically ‘You’re ALL man’ I wanted to kick him in the balls.”

    Chase placed his hand on Brent’s thigh – “Whoa tiger, you’re kinda turning me on with this aggressive talk but I love my ‘live and let live’ fiancé better. Oh shit…” AJ spun around in his seat – “WTF cuz, you keep that shit a secret and when your fiancé turns your motor over you let it slip? When? How? Why did you keep it a secret?”

    Brent squeezed Chase’s leg – “AJ, Chase, and I have technically been engaged since last May, the night you lost Syd, but with everything that has been going on we just didn’t think it was the right time to share. Hold on, while Chase oogled you from day one on the river I knew in my gut he would be my forever man. It took him a beat after Syd draped herself all over you that you were mere fantasy. Before the end of that weekend, we had played Hide the Sausage numerous times and have been together ever since. Just because we aren’t screaming from the rooftops (like you and Syd or you and Scott), hey look at us we fuck like rabbits or playing grab ass like Steve and Brett doesn’t mean we aren’t totally gone for each other.”

    AJ felt bad for not realizing how long they had been in love and not just fuck buddies. “Guys, I’m sorry that I didn’t notice or think to ask – the two of you have been constants in my life and I will do better. I love you both.”

    Scott let out a groan – “Ewwww. Feelings and shit.” Chase laughed – “Well played Popo.” “Thanks, Chantel.” “Fucking asshole.” “I’m rubber and you’re glue anything you say bounces off of me and sticks to you.”

    It was AJ and Brent’s turn to groan – “AJ we have fallen in love with toddlers, do you think they can get us for underage sex? Ouch, you little dick that hurt do it again.” Chase twisted Brent’s nipple again. “I don’t think a toddler could tweak my nipple that hard. So maybe not toddlers but definitely little boys when they get around each other.” Brent caught Chase’s hand this time – “Not this time, or you will be giving me head right here in the back seat.”

    Scott perked up – “Not in my ride. The first sex in here will be with my man, I will beat you both if you try anything in here.” The other three cracked up AJ ribbed Scott – “Sam, I love you but your cop routine doesn’t work with us – we’ve all seen you with a hard-on and I’ve had my dick in your ass and your dick in my ass, oh look we are here.”

    Scott tried to pout slightly, but AJ grabbed his ass, squeezed, and let him know he was in for a ride later. The guys grabbed some more festive clothing as they only had jeans and shorts. They grabbed some things for the boys to wear and two crib mattresses and bedding for the boys to use for the week. Brent and Chase were behind AJ and Scott when they went through checkout. AJ grabbed their stuff and had it rung up with theirs, he made it clear that if he had not accepted the invitation the guys would not be buying dress clothes for tonight.

    When they arrived home, AJ rinsed the boys’ clothes and tossed them in the dryer. Everyone was complaining that they would be late as a result. AJ stopped the bickering – “I know my boys, if I were to put clothes on them that had not been rinsed, they would be a nightmare tonight with complaints about everything being itchy.”

    Conor and Caleb let everyone know that they would not complain as they are good boys. AJ then dressed them in other clothes that had not been rinsed. The complaining started almost immediately and AJ ignored them. When the dryer buzzed, he asked the boys if they wanted to wear those clothes or the ones they had on. As predicted, they both started pulling off the ones they had on. Score one for the dad.

    They all made their way to the party; Scott drove the Escalade again which caused AJ to chuckle all the way to the truck. Aoife rode with AJ, Nanny, Chase, and Brent in the truck. Before they were out of the driveway Chase had to ask – “So what’s up with Popo and the Escalade? He always drives a truck but seems totally enamored with the Escalade.”

    AJ chuckled – “I’d tell you if I could. He’s definitely a truck guy but he wanted a Ram truck and I thought we agreed on a GM product given we moved to the Escalade for our SUV. Or it could be he just really likes the vehicle. You could ask him tonight and maybe we will all know then. I honestly love this truck and am more than OK driving it but you know me I wanted a Range Rover and let that go because I bought the plane.”

    Aoife and Nanny both chuckled at the last comment. Aoife smiled while she poked fun at AJ – “Whoa is you. Oh my, dear boy it must be hard to be so handsome, rich, blessed with two beautiful children and a second epic love. I know you have had shit in your life but you sound so pampered right now. ‘I wanted a Range Rover but had to settle for the Escalade because I bought a plane.’ Everyone in the truck, including AJ was laughing hysterically as they exited the vehicle at the party. The grandparents were getting the boys out of the Escalade while Scott tried to find out what was so funny.

    Chase finally settled down long enough to throw his arm around Scott’s shoulder and lead him to the front door as he retold the story. Brent escorted Aoife and Nanny to the door with one lady on each arm. They were excited that they had such handsome company. AJ was waiting on his boys, Evie and JJ had the boys in their arms, who were wiggling to get down until they saw the disapproving look on their Daddy’s face. They immediately stopped wiggling and turned on the angel’s face with their hands placed together on their cheeks.

    AJ was laughing hysterically when his mom and dad stepped up to him, they actually thought he may have been drinking already. AJ shook his head – “Monkeys, you aren’t fooling me with the cherub act, you were being a bit naughty just now and then you saw me watching. I love you both more than you will ever know but I need you to mind your manners and listen to Carrie and the sitter when we get inside. We will be here for a few hours and then head back to our house to finally ring in the new year. Deal?”

    Eliott, Charlene, Eva, Carrie, and Maddie walked up at that moment, Carrie hugged AJ – “Unc, what do you need me to do? I heard my name when you were talking to these two angels.” AJ laughed loudly at his niece – “With that comment, I know you heard me, you little hooligan.” AJ kissed the top of her head and ushered the rest of his family to the front door.

    Scott, Chase, Brent, and Nanny were introducing Aoife to Brandon, Emily, Sean, and Amelia as AJ and the rest of the family approached the door. The remaining introductions were made with AJ’s extended family, just as they moved through the front door two handsome young men stepped into view – AJ was sure they were the Devereux and Rutherford boys as one looked just like Brandon and the other had Ameila’s features just the masculine version. They were both very attractive.

    Chase looked in AJ’s direction with a look of – ‘Things could get interesting, they are kinda hot…’ The young man who looked like Amelia asked – “Which one of you men put my father in his place when you arrived at the airport, I want to shake your hand.” AJ quickly glanced at Sean and there was a brief glimpse of anger there but he masked it quickly. AJ stepped forward to shake the young man’s hand – “I don’t think I would characterize our exchange like that, I would just say that we came to a mutual understanding after an honest mistake regarding who was purchasing the new vehicles. I’m AJ, this is my fiancé, Scott, and our two boys Caleb and Conor. These are my parents, Evelyn ‘Evie’, Jonathan ‘JJ’, Elliot, and Charlene, we can discuss why I have 4 parents later as neither set is divorced.

    This is Scott’s father Jonathan ‘JR’, and his companion Miranda. These are my grandmothers – Lindal ‘Nanny’ and Aoife ‘Gran’ along with my sister Eva and her two girls Carrie and Maddie. Finally, the two good-looking men in the back, my cousin Chase and his fiancé Brent, crap I wasn’t supposed to let that cat out of the bag.”

    Seth shook AJ’s hand – “I’m Seth, obviously Sean and Amelia’s son, their oldest, my younger siblings are here somewhere, here – this is Sydney and Ashley.” There was a brief reaction from AJ as Sydney had blonde hair and green eyes with a quick glance at Charlene.

    The other young man stepped forward – “Good evening, my name is Jeff, I’m Brandon and Emily’s oldest and these are my younger siblings, Jeremy and Jocelyn. Welcome to our home.”

    With introductions out of the way, the kids were taken to the home area dedicated to the younger kids. Sydney, Ashley, and Jocelyn were staying with the younger kids and making sure they had a good time.

    Scott, AJ, and the rest of their family started to mingle with the crowd of people who had joined the Devereaux and Rutherford families. About an hour into the event Brent and Chase found AJ and Scott – “Cuz, you do realize that Jeff and Seth are gay, a couple, and enamored with your sexy ass?”

    AJ was caught flatfooted – “You are completely insane; they are still in high school and how do you know they are gay?” It was Brent’s turn to join the conversation – “AJ, you have no gaydar, you can’t tell when someone is interested in you and are totally taken with Scott so I understand how you might have missed the cues that they are definitely sending your way. They are not even 4 years younger than you are and they will both be 18 before you turn 22.”

    Scott was amused – “Okay, so let’s say they are into AJ, why are you two so excited about it? And to be clear, I am 1000% certain AJ has keen gaydar and definitely knows when people are into him, case in point – he knew Chantel was ogling him at the river during their first meeting, he just doesn’t make a big deal out of it because he knows it is irrelevant.”

    Chase chuckled – “Seriously Cuz, you knew , Ok Popo, leave your dick in your pants we get it AJ is your man.” Scott fired back – “That wasn’t my point. My point was – I’m tired of everyone judging AJ by his looks and not what’s on the inside…” AJ put his arm around Scott’s waist and pulled him close – ‘I love you.’ Scott left his rant where it was. Chase held his hands up in surrender.

    AJ asked the simple question – “So what are you trying to say?”

    Chase stood there looking confused – “I guess I was being a little bit gossipy. Sean’s son is gay and he is a homophobe. Now that I actually say it out loud, I sound like a teenage girl, uggghhhh… sorry for that. I did hear them talking about the two of you so we had a good conversation. and that they really would like to get to know you better, so be nice.” AJ and Scott both looked annoyed, Scott sort of growled – “Us, be nice, really?”

  • A Run to Savannah

    A Joe Buck Trucker’s Tale 

    A Run to Savannah

     I’d come out of Reno and I was deadheading over the Sierra Nevada toward a shipper in Marysville, California.

    In December, any time anyone says, you’ll need to cross the Sierras to get to the shipper, but of curse they know not to say that, but I’m thinking it.

    I’m about to say, ‘Next,’ which means we’re done talking about crossing the Sierras, he says the magic words. I know he isn’t Santa Clause, and I’ll be kicking myself for the next two thousand miles, but I let him start telling me about the load.

    What he says, and he knows me like a book, “We’ll pay loaded miles to Marysville. The load goes to Savannah, which is a 3000 mile payday in your pocket, Joe. It delivers the day before Christmas Eve.”

    I immediately start counting the miles between me and Saturday. I’m calculating a rather handsome payday for Christmas. It’s the kind of load you pray you’ll get in April or May, but it isn’t April or May. And he isn’t done yet, but I’m hooked before he throws me the inside curve ball.

    “Joe, this absolutely, positivity, must deliver on Saturday morning. A crew will be waiting to install the furniture in a new building. They want to be open the day after Christmas.”

    The gravy just started to turn rancid.

    “It’s December, Amos. Of course, you’ll guarantee I’ll hit no weather between here and Savannah. You do know what month it is?”

    “I know. I know. I’ll put someone else on it, but the boss asked for you. He knows there’s weather in December as well as I do. The shipper knows it’s December. Do your best to be on time. It’s a big payday, Joe.”

    “What time is it?” I asked.

    “10:32. That makes it 8:32 where you are. They’re waiting to load you. You’ll be pointed east by one or two. Times a wasting, Joe.”

    It was 2800 miles from Marseille to Savannah, and I was worried about snow once I started east. I had no idea I’d encounter snow on the way to Marysville. It did change the complexion of things.

    I left Reno, heading for Marysville.

    I’d take my chances with the snow. I’d make tracks now and fuel on the other side of the hill. I was on I-80 in a little over an hour. The first flakes were beginning to fall as I merged onto I-80 westbound.

    I needed to get beyond Truckee where smokey set up to check to be sure drivers had chains. I didn’t own chains and I put the pedal to the medal, passing Truckee as the highway patrol was just arriving. They expected it to get bad and there were two inches of snow at Truckee. The road was wet but passable.

    I knew I’d be coming back this way, but coming off the hill didn’t interest smokey. The stress was already taking its toll. I wasn’t wasting any time, but the road would likely have ice on top. That would slow me.

    The inside of my windshield began fogging up. I used my stock of napkins to wipe it off. I dropped my speed to 40 mph as I neared the summit. My cruising speed was 64mph. I was losing time.

    As I neared the summit it snow even harder, I leaned to clear the fog one more time, and I saw something on the side of the road. It was human. He was hitchhiking.

    I’d have stopped if he wasn’t hitchhiking. You could fall in the snow.

    I watched my passenger side mirror. The shape became a discernible person who didn’t look up until he reached the passenger side door. When he look up for the door handle, he wasn’t half bad.

    Having nearly reached the summit, I wasted no time beginning to move once he dropped into the passenger seat.

    “Man, thank you. It wasn’t snowing when I got out there,” he said. “The further I went the harder it came down.”

    “I know the feeling. I left Reno and the sun was shining. I’m heading to Marysville,” I said. “It won’t be snowing as much once we start down the other side of the hill.”

    His eyes went directly ahead of him. I’d seen that stare a few times.

    We drove in silence as I reached the summit and began easing my way onto the downward side. It felt like ice under me but it wouldn’t be as cold the lower we got.

    I kept clearing the inside of my windshield and he kept looking through the fog. He did wipe a hole to see out after a few minutes. It fogged over again and he made no more attempts to keep it clear.

    “Bad day to be hitchhiking,” I tried to break the ice.

    “Tell me about,” he said.

    Pulling teeth wasn’t my best thing. I paid attention to what I could see and forgot the kid next to me. I broke out of the snow after a few more miles. I was able to pick up speed on dry pavement.

    I made the two and a half hour drive in a little over three hours. I didn’t lose as much time as I expected. I wasn’t looking forward to driving back into the snow.

    There were two doors. I got out and opened my trailer doors and backed up to the one on the right. Once docked, I jumped out and wasted no time going inside.

    A man headed my way with a clipboard in hand.

    He seemed to be expecting me.

    “You my Savannah load?”

    “One and the same,” I said, as one forklift moved a pallet onto my trailer while a second waited for him to come off so he could go on.

    It was a good start. In less than an hour the driver of the first forklift operator got off to close the loading dock door.

    “You’re loaded. I need you to sign here.”

    “Our team will be there to unload you at eight Saturday morning.”

    “You know it’s snowing on the hill?”

    “Yeah, wouldn’t want to be you. Good luck,” he said, looking down at the clipboard, “Joe Buck. We’ll be waiting for you on Saturday.”

    “Did I mention it was snowing on the hill?”

    He laughed and walked away.

    I guess it sounded funnier than it was. I wasn’t laughing, but being loaded in less than an hour meant I was over an hour ahead of schedule.

    My record was clear. I delivered on time every time. I did this by getting the miles behind me as quickly and as safely as possible. If something came up, I had those miles in the bank. I always managed to get where I was going on time.

    When I dropped into my seat, my hitchhiker was asleep. I’d left the engine running with the heater on, but it was considerably warmer than when I arrived. He roused as I pulled the truck up, went back to close the doors, before getting underway.

    While they were loading my trailer, I phoned my dispatcher to report the snow. He noted it and said to do the best I could.

    As I turned out of the shippers and turned toward I-80, I said.

    “I’m going to be honest with you, I’m going back up there. The snow is much worse now. The storm is going to be out ahead of us for the next four or five hundred miles before I drive out of it. That’s optimistic. Anything can go wrong. You might want to consider getting out before we get back into the soup.”

    row night. I don’t know how far we’ll get. If you don’t want to go back ”

    “You want me to get out? I’m still freezing. I’d rather stay with you,” he said. “I watched you. You know what you’re doing.”

    “I’m telling you what’s ahead. You’re free to stay for as long as you like. I enjoy company. The truck stays warm.”

    “I’m told, I’m good company,” he said.

    Hearing him express himself told me that he was intelligent and well-mannered. He was smart enough to stay where he wouldn’t freeze.

    It also told me that my young friend had no destination in mind.

    I wasted no time getting back to I-80. Every hour I wasted the deeper the snow got. I shifted up through the gears going up the ramp, blending into light traffic.

    It took thirty minutes to be back in the snow. It started as light snow but it was just as stormy on top as it was two hours before.

    I dropped my speed to 40mph. No one was ahead of me and no one passed me. Few folks got out in a snow storm if they didn’t need to.

    “You’re going how far east,” he asked.

    “As far as you can go. This freight is going to Savannah, Georgia.

    Since you don’t seem to mind where I go, I’m calculating you don’t have a destination in mind, which is fine with me. I pick up guys who like to ride for months some times. I’ll feed you. If you help with work that saves me time, I’ll pay you accordingly.”

    “Kewl,” he said, not offering any more.

    I prefer talkers to the strong silent type, but I could do quiet. The snow was considerably deeper once I reached the summit. I could feel the snow in my steering as it was forced against the steering axle. It would be as bad as it was going to get at the summit and then as I went east, the snow wouldn’t be as deep. According to the reports, if I kept moving forward, I’d run out of it by the time I reach Utah. That meant I had to keep moving to run out of it.

    For the next several hours, I could have had a chatterbox sitting next to me, but I wouldn’t have heard a word he said. My focus was complete. I was driving as far out on the edge as I dared go. I kept my speed steady and I stayed focused on the road ahead.

    I’d hear cars with chains coming up on me a long time before I saw them. One or two passed each hour but I kept my speed constant and I didn’t catch up with anyone. The snow leveled off at about six to eight inches, and the plows I passed were around towns I passed through. No one was getting on the highway as dark fell. I kept my speed at 50mph.

    We’d made far better time than I estimated, once I got up to speed. I filled my tanks in Reno, and I could go on for hours, but I wanted to stop to keep my tanks full and my stomach had been growling for hours. I could go on, but my passenger needed to eat and pee, I was sure of it, even if he said nothing. I knew a place on the way to Salt Lake City.

    To make my decision easier, shortly after we hit Utah, the snow slowed and then stop. I was on dry pavement for the first time. If I stopped for fuel and food, I’d be able to outrun the storm by tomorrow.

    It would be nice to stop to sleep for a few hours, but the storm was moving east, and I was no more than fifty miles ahead of it by midnight. I couldn’t sleep until it was six to eight hours behind me.

    As a trucker, I knew the condition of my truck. I knew my condition.

    If I was no longer safe being behind the wheel, I felt it and I pulled over no matter where I was in a run. I didn’t doze. Sleep came on me slowly, starting with my shoulders, working upward to warn me it was time.

    I’d been driving on the razor’s edge for hours. Breaking through to dry pavement removed the stress, taking the strain off. Driving on dry pavement was a relief.

    Being up on the wheel kept me focused and awake. Feeling the dry pavement allowed me to relax. Even if I pulled over, I wouldn’t be able to sleep for several hours. It took time to unwind.

    I was closing in on Salt Lake City. Once I climbed the hill once I reached Wyoming, I was on the high plains. It was flat with good road and there were lots of places to pull over to sleep.

    There was one problem with sleeping on the high plains, once the snow caught me, it would be similar to how it snowed on the Sierra Nevada summit. It would snow hard and accumulate fast.

    If I stopped and slept for three or four hours, I’d be refreshed for the next day’s drive. We’d leave the snow behind. On dry pavement, I moved twice as fast as the storm. I catch up on sleep on nights two and three. I started out fresh and found a pace I liked, getting the miles behind me.

    Conditions had me all but forgetting quiet boy beside me. I hadn’t stopped for food. Being in Utah, and as I closed in on Salt Lake City about twelve hours into our drive, I stopped at a quick stop I knew for food and fuel. I needed to stretch my legs and breathe some crisp fresh air.

    I left my passenger pumping the fuel to save time. He could use the bathroom while I collected food and paid the bill. I collected ready to eat burgers and fries, a bucket of chicken, and two six packs of drinks. I was in and out in fifteen minutes. There were only two other customers that time of night. The snow would reach Salt Lake City at about dawn.

    “Pump 9.”

    “Twenty-four fifty two on the food. One hundred twenty gallons. Three hundred and twenty-three on the fuel.”

    I added the two numbers and filled out the Com check. It took five minutes for approval to be issued.

    I set the bag on the floor and climbed up. I handed the bag to my passenger, once I sat down.

    “Burgers, fries, chicken, and take a soda. I drink Coke. Get the burgers out for now and we can nibble on chicken tomorrow,” I said, going out of the quick stop and up the ramp on I-80 east bound.

    “You ear while you drive?” he asked.

    “It’s the only way I get down the road when weather is chasing me. We have it several hours behind us. We can sit down to eat tomorrow.”

    He looked at me as if he wes thinking about what I said.

    “Thank you. This is good. I didn’t eat yesterday. This is really good.”

    “Sorry you needed to wait so long. I didn’t stop to fill my cooler.” “By the way, you got a name. Calling you kid doesn’t work for me.”

    “I’m Monty.”

    “I’m Joe Buck. Nice to meet you. I’m usually not this lame, but the snow was my first worry. Niceties come after that.”

    “Thanks for picking me up, Joe, and thanks for the food.”

    “There’s ten pieces of chicken in that barrel. It looked pretty good.”

    “You allowed to drive all these hours?” Monty asked.

    “No, but I work on a schedule. The people who make the rules are sitting behind a desk. They assume all people are exactly a like. I can’t sleep on demand. I know when I need sleep. I know when I’m ready to drive. I slept eight hours last night. I just got going good today.”

    We drive until I needed to sleep. I wanted to sleep for four hours, and I slept for five. I stood next to the truck taking a piss and looking into the foreboding early morning sky. It wasn’t snowing, but it would be by the time I reach Laramie just before noon.

    We had chicken for breakfast and it was OK. I needed coffee but settled for Coke. The road was clear and Monty watched straight ahead.

    “You drink coffee?” I asked, talking about the liquid I wanted.

    “Yes, I could use a cup.”

    “I want to get off this hill. We’ll stop in Laramie and maybe get something hot. Once we start south out of Wyoming, the snow won’t be a factor. It’s going to roll across the norther states.”

    We got coffee in Laramie and I filled my Thermos. We ate breakfast in the afternoon at a restaurant I knew. I slept for three hours and we got well east of Denver by dark and the next five hundred miles was flat and smooth. I kept my speed at sixty-four miles an hour.

    In Muskogee on the third day, I made the phone calls I needed to make. I’d deliver six hours later than the original schedule. I filled my fuel tanks, we sat down to eat lunch. Once we ate, I’d we’d get a shower. I finally took a close look at the boy across the table from me. Monty needed a shave but he wasn’t a bad looking kid. He might have been nineteen or twenty.

    “You do this all the time?” he asked.

    “It’s what I do,” I said. “It’s my job. I’m a trucker.”

    He seemed to think about each thing I told him.

    “You have some money coming for helping me save time,” I said.

    “I don’t want money. You feed me. I can help.”

    “When you’ve had enough, you’ll have a few bucks coming. It’s the way it is on my truck. I feed anyone who stays on my truck. I pay according to how much time someone saves me. Time is money.”

    “You don’t mind me riding along?” he asked.

    “I like having someone riding along. You aren’t the most talkative person I’ve met. Company is good,” I said. “It’s a long lonely road.”

    “Why would you want to hear anything I have to say?”

    “It’s difficult to ride with someone day and night and not talk about this or that. The only thing I know about you, your name is Monty.”

    “Monty Wilkes. I’d from Colorado,” he said. “I decided to leave.” I waited for more, but that’s where he stopped. He was thinking again. He was thinking about coming clean.

    “Before Truckee you were in Colorado?” I asked.

    “I was in St Louis. Near St Louis. A guy picked me up. I stayed at his house a few weeks. He liked me,” he said looking for a reaction. “He was nice. I stayed two months. I left there. I stayed in Salt Lake City with a guy, I stayed three days. He was crazy. I don’t do crazy. I’ve done crazy. He was scary crazy and I split,” he said. “That’s when I met you.”

    “Now you’re here,” I said, feeling his wide open blue eyes on me.

    “I like moving,” he said, growing quiet for a while.

    We went in the dressing room together and I told him to shower first. I wanted to relax, hang up my things, and enjoy the view.

    Monty didn’t hesitate getting naked and he was nice. He had hair on his chest and his stomach, but it was sparse and not a hair jungle. He wasn’t wearing underwear and I didn’t have any to offer him. He looked at me twice as I sat watching him.

    As soon as he got into the shower, he began lathering his entire body. He became partially aroused and he was uncut and he had a lovely cock. I suppose my mind meandering came with the territory. I hadn’t been with anyone since October, when Mark went home. He’d been with me since the summer. He stayed longer than usual this time.

    “Thanks,” he said. “For not jumping me.”

    “Jumping you?” I asked confused.

    “The guy in Salt Lake City. He wouldn’t leave me alone. I let him blow me. He thought he was in love. He kept at me until I took off. I left my stuff. I had to get out of there. I don’t mind getting blown but not four times a day. You seem OK. I mean you haven’t tried to jump me. I figure truck drivers get hard up, but you’ve been cool. I was a bit nervous when I got on your truck.”

    “I may get hard up but I don’t force myself on anyone. We all get caught short. We all like it when we get lucky. There are limits.”

    “How long since you got lucky?” Monty asked.

    “I had a guy on until October. I had to get out of the bunk to get away from. Mark’s a sweetheart but he can’t get enough lately. Even driving doesn’t discourage him. He blows me while I drive. He’s not like that all the time. He went home in October. I picked a guy up before Thanksgiving. I thought he was straight until he backed up to me. He was going home to his wife, but he didn’t mind doing it with guys. That was for two days but he was good at the things he did. Nothing since.”

    As I talked I got aroused. As I talked, Monty got aroused. I stood up when he came out of the shower. He sat on the bench in front of me. He put his hands on my hips to bring me closer.

    He started giving me head. My knees buckled. His mouth was like velvet. He knew his way around a dick. He handled himself and I felt a warm spray on my legs. He almost swallowed me while he came. He kept sucking warmly as I reached the third act of this passion play.

    I held his shoulders as he gave me a good going over. My knees threatened to give out on me. I held his shoulders. He sucked me dry.

    “Just in case we pass another hitchhiker, that’s only a small sample of what I can do for you, Joe. There’s little I won’t do for guys I like.”

    “You weren’t expecting that?” he asked.

    “I’m not a big expected of anything, Monty. That was quite nice. You don’t need to worry about a place on the truck. You can stay for as long as you like, because you’re a nice guy. I’m not crazy or likely to go crazy any time soon,” I said.

    “You need to drive but once we reach Savannah, I’ll get prone with you and we’ll see how far we get,” he said.

    “You are a man after my heart, Monty. You don’t need to have sex with me to ride along. I mean I don’t ever turn down a nice looking guy, but it’s not required. I like affection. I like having a guy in my arms, but there’s a time and a place for sex. I can live with that.”

    “That’s why I waited to do that. I needed to be sure I wasn’t getting involved with someone and then regret it. I’ve watched what you do. You’re about as steady as anyone I know. You’re OK, Joe.”

    I drove to within three hundred miles of Savannah. I slept from 8:00 p.m. To 4:00 a.m. I reached the site a little after noon. The crew showed up to unload at 2:00 p.m. I just polished off a tuna sub and Monty had the Italian sub. I was drinking from my freshly filled Thermos full of steaming coffee.

    The crew got busy unloading and before 4:00 p.m. I was pointed out of Savannah and heading for a motel I’d seen close to the highway we came in on. It was Christmas Eve Eve. I wanted a shower and then, I wanted to climb in between some cool crisp sheets and sleep until the next day, and get up whatever time I woke up.

    Monty let me catch up on my sleep. We were staying there until the day after Christmas, when I was contemplating driving to the house and then, I’d sleep until after New Years.

    I always felt like that when I got off of an absolutely, positively has to be there load. I used myself to the max and felt like I’d gone about as far and as fast as I could go.

    It wasn’t a new feeling and I promised myself I’d never, not even, do it again. That feeling lasted about as long as it took for them to be waving money in front of me. They’d say, “We need you on this load, Joe.”

    Monty was sitting on the foot of my bed the following morning.

    “You don’t look like Santa Clause,” I said.

    “Not even close. I’m the Good fairy. You’ve slept long enough. There’s a Denny’s up the street,” he said.

    “Did I shower last night?”

    “Right before you went to bed. Your hair was still wet.”

    “Did we sleep together?”

    “No, I slept in the other bed. You needed your sleep. You didn’t say when you wanted to get up. I figured you didn’t want to sleep all day.”

    “Good man,” I said, needing to get up and move around.

    I kicked my legs over the side of the bed.

    “We’ll say here until the day after tomorrow. Tonight we’ll go for a nice sit down dinner. I don’t want my food moving on Christmas Eve. I want everything sitting still, and maybe we’ll go for drinks afterward.”

    Once I leaned back on my hands, waiting for a spurt of energy, Monty saw the problem immediately.

    Falling forward he took it in and wet me from pubes to head.

    “I can return the favor now that I’m not holding a steering wheel.”

    “No, Joe, you’ve worked had enough. I know what to do about this condition,” he said, going back down on me.

    “You certainly do,” I said, “Merry Christmas.”

    Monty didn’t waste any time, or I didn’t. In a few minutes I was up for the morning exercise and as my hands held him in place, I set a pace he enjoyed. When the moment of truth arrived, he took it slow and easy until one final thrust got me there, and I relaxed while he licked his way and off my fading erect penis.

    “I plan to return the favor as soon as I catch my breathe, Monty.”

    “We have plenty of time. We’ll be here until day after tomorrow. Besides, I jerked off a couple of mes when I woke up.”

    “You are so far ahead of me,” I said.

    I had the lumberjack breakfast with extra coffee. We went back to the room and Monty decided to stand in the shower for the next hour. I wanted to speak with the guy who watched us walking toward Denny an hour or so before.

    “You on for the holidays?” I asked as I entered the lobby.

    “The rest of today. The lobby is closed on Christmas. It’s the only day I don’t have some hours. What can I do for you today?”

    “You the manager?” I asked.

    “Owner. I let my people have Christmas Eve and Christmas day. I’m unencumbered that way. My wife left me… oh, I don’t know how long ago it’s been so long. I don’t mind working over the holidays. It’s not really work. I’m just here and few people bother me.”

    “Closed tomorrow, and what are we planning to do with this lovely tree, and garland. I’d like to have Christmas for my… friend,” I hedged.

    “That lovely young man you arrived with?” the manager assumed.

    “That would be him,” I said.

    “What do you have in mind?”

    “The tree, the garland, and I bought some things I had wrapped on our way here. A Christmas vision for a young man who doesn’t often have any Christmas at all.”

    “You’ll be going out at some point?”

    “Olde Pink House for dinner and then drinks.”

    “You going in the truck?” he asked.

    “Cab.”

    “It’s Christmas Eve. You might get a cab to take you. There will be no cabs tonight, but as luck has it, Maxwell is on duty until eight. Our limo will take you to town. Maxwell, also without family, will drive you. If you bargain with him, he’ll be at your service the entire evening. After you leave, I’ll take the tree, and your gifts to your room. All I need to do is unplug it, pick it up, and carry it to your room and plug it in.”

    “Lovely indeed. What will I owe you for this service?” I asked.

    “If I can be of service, and it costs me nothing, it costs you nothing. Maxwell, however, will require remuneration for his services. He takes the limo home with him and if he makes a dime or two on his own,” the manager said, shrugging his shoulders with indifference.

    “I think you’ve covered everything,” I said.

    “We must take care of our young men,” the manager said with a glint in his eye, expressing his understanding of the situation.

    The limo was out front when we came down. A very tall, sharply dressed, young man opened the door for them.

    The driver sat down behind the wheel and looked over his shoulder.

    “Where to, Sir,” he asked.

    “The Olde Pink House,” I said.

    “Excellent choice, Gov. They’ll be serving something special tonight. Mel and I eat there often.”

    “Mel?” I asked.

    “Mel?” I asked.

    “Sorry, Sir. Mr Melvin Cartwright. Mr Cartwright owns the motel.”

    “I’m told we can pay you to pick us up at about midnight.”

    “I’m at your service, Gov. Whatever it’s worth to you. I’ll be happy with that. Wasn’t doing anything but sleeping tonight.”

    “You from Jamaica, Maxwell?” I asked.

    “Hard to hide, Gov. I’ve tried to master American English, but I still talk like a Kingston native.”

    “It’s a lovely accent. Don’t try to lose it. Gives you character.”

    “Since the Olde Pink House is modeled after English dining experience, the accent is a little thicker tonight. Sets the mood, Gov.”

    “Well done, Maxwell. Your tip is going up as you speak.”

    “Whatever you say, Gov. I’ll be waiting when you’re done.”

    “Maxwell, is there a bar nearby you can recommend, where we can get drinks after dinner.”

    “Yes, Gov. I can take you to a nice spot where I do my drink. Quite lovely and it’ll be quiet tonight. You can get drinks without a lot of fuss. In case your young man is… well, too young. They know me and you’ll be seed without questions.”

    “If you meet us at ten at the Olde Pink House, we’ll take you drinking with us,” I said. “A professional courtesy, one professional driver to another.”

    “I’ll need to stick with ginger ale while I’m on duty, Gov. Wouldn’t do to drink my way into a DWI.”

    “You shall have whatever you wish to drink. You’ll class up any table we sit at, Maxwell.”

    “Thank you, Gov. That’s a nice thing to say.”

    While I chatted with Maxwell, Monty’s fingers intertwined with mine. He smiled from ear to ear, enjoying our easy banter.

    Monty was hesitant at first. There was a natural warmness he couldn’t hide if you were with him for a time.

    Maxwell held the door and we went in to eat. He’d be back at ten.

    “It’s right out of David Copperfield,” Monty said, holding my arm.

    I’d delivered the kitchen that needed to be in place before they opened. The owner met me the day he supervised what went where in the kitchen. He’d taken me to another restaurant he owned in the city and he told me that any time I was in Savannah, he’d make sure I got a dinner I could remember when I spent those lonely nights on the road.

    I always called to make sure I could show up in my dressed down shirt and slacks. He’d say, “Come as you are, Joe. I’ll fatten you up.”

    The food kept coming and Monty ate everything that was put in front of us. That surprised me. He usually didn’t eat that much, but how often do you get served a sumptuous feast?

    Because the owner refused to take my money, I left a fifty dollar tip for the waiter. The meal would have cost a hundred bucks or more, and the service was top drawer.

    I could hardly get up once we were ready to go to have drinks.

    Maxwell stuck to ginger ale. He was worth the price of admission. What an extraordinary young man. He didn’t like being inside. He was a driver to be able to be outside and still interact with people.

    It was after one when we finally called it a night. I made Maxwell’s day and I told him, ‘You’re worth twice that, but I’m a truck driver.”

    He laughed deep inside himself and even his laugh had an accent.

    When I opened the door, Monty stood affixed to the floor.

    “How? What?”

    Monty turned and laid the biggest kiss on me I’d had in ages. He had tears in his eyes.

    “Go over and get your presents,” I said, wanting to close the door.

    I watched Monty open his gifts. He had on his cowboy hat and he was ready to put on the cowboy boots.

    “How’d you know my sizes?” he said, it all fits.

    “When we showered the other day. I checked your sizes. You wear a medium shirt, your pants were thirty waist and a thirty-three inseam. You wear nine and a half shoe.”

    “Where did you buy all this?”

    “I bought you the trucker’s uniform. Everything you see before you is essential to the well dressed trucker.”

    “This is the nicest shirt I’ve had in a while. You got me socks. I didn’t get you anything,” he said.

    It was my turn to laugh.

    “Silly boy,” I said. “You’re about the nicest gift I’ve ever had on Christmas. It’s certainly a gift I’m not likely to forget.”

    Month put the hat on and he undressed to put on his boots. I figured he would put on the jeans and shirt, but he didn’t. He folded the shirt and jeans, placing them back in the box. When he stood up to face me, he was totally erect and he had ideas of what he wanted to do about it. He came to plant another passionate kiss on me.

    Monty was the gift that kept on giving. We made love and he rested with his face on my chest when we took a break. He kissed my chest and worked his way down to the point of interest that he began working over again. He wasn’t simply accomplished at the oral persuasion. He got me to where I was dying to finish it, and he took me back down before getting me even further down the road to ecstasy.

    He would give me a little time before we were kissing and nibbling on each other again. Then he did something we hadn’t done. He turned his back and his hand got me back at attention before he moved his wonderfully smooth tightness onto my raging erection. I wasn’t sure I could cum again, but Monty was very, very good at the things he did.

    As Christmas go, this was one for the ages. I think we made love until five or six Christmas day. We slept until noon and Monty dressed in his new gear. We walked to the Denny’s restaurant across the highway.

    I knew Monty was a keeper before Christmas Even. As kind and gentle a soul as he was, once we got comfortable with each other, he was perfect for me.

    He was smart and funny and he could do most things except drive the truck, and ff he wanted, I’d teach him to drive a big rig.

    The End of A Run to Savannah


    From my house to yours: Merry Christmas & Happy New Years

    I don’t wish to intrude on your comfort & joy, but, as we feast and admire our new gear, Ukrainians and Palestinians are living under the bombs being dropped upon them. They’ll be lucky to have anything to eat on Christmas. They’ll shiver whether or not they eat.

    As the leaders of the richest country in history pig out and trade expensive gifts, they laugh at the idea they have a responsibility to honor our obligations to defend democracies under attack.

    If the orange man returns to the Oval office, what the Russians are trying to do from outside of Ukraine, he is promising to do from within America.

    Almost half of America’s voted orange last time. Heaven help the world should this evil get control of the immense power of America a second time. He knows where all the levers of power are now.

    Men who believe they have the right to bomb innocent men, women and children are pure evil. You don’t know such men? Nonsense, these are the men who believe they have the right to tell you how to live, whether they live that way or not.

    Evil men tell yo who they are. Vote for one at your own peril.

    Rick Beck 

  • Window Creamer – A Poem

    I was on my bed naked

    My hand on my cock

    That morning the fucker

    Was solid as rock

    I was dreaming of men

    With a lust for some dick

    Big cocks to suck on

    Full of cum and real thick

    When I noticed that I

    Wasn’t wanking alone

    My window cleaner

    Had his hand on his bone

    I’d forgotten that it was

    His wash day to call

    But that didn’t fucking

    Matter at all

    I beckoned him in

    To join me on the bed

    He immediately knew

    That I had to be fed

    So he climbed in

    And gave me his cock

    For a suck

    And told me he’d love

    To give me a good fuck

    I happily nodded

    My mouth full of cock

    And sucked his big dick

    With my mouth chocker block

    Both naked we got

    In a hot sixty nine

    I slurped around his cock

    He slurped around mine

    His fingers invaded

    My hot eager arse

    I moaned wanting more

    And he fingered me fast

    Fuck me I said

    With that fucking big prick

    It’s been a long time

    Since I had one so thick

    So I got on all fours

    And he licked my hole good

    My arsehole now ready

    For his fucking wood

    The rimming was awesome

    I thought I would cum

    Then I felt his hot knob

    As it slid in my bum

    I gasped at the size

    As it stretched my hole wide

    I hollered for more

    Of his big cock inside

    So he thrust and I groaned

    As he rammed bollock deep

    He started to fuck

    And I started to weep

    Tears of sheer happiness

    Loving his cock

    Feeling the stiffness

    As solid as rock

    Prostate was jumping

    Balls slapped me fast

    I wanted the fucking

    To fucking well last

    His hand found my cock

    And he wanked as he fucked

    My arsehole was burning

    As my hot sphincter  sucked

    I’d never been shafted

    So hard or so deep

    I was biting my lip

    As I felt my cum leap

    He tossed off my cream

    And it spurted about

    Then he gave a loud moan

    Followed by a loud shout

    The fucker was cumming

    His cock jerked it’s load

    My arsehole was squeezing

    His cum as he rode

    We both lay there panting

    Our spunk was all shot

    But boy what a great

    Fucking fucking I got!

  • A Hot Fucking Mess

    Ben stood on his balcony, five floors above the street below, and the lights of the city bright in the dark night. He was naked, bent at the waist, and gripping the railing until knuckles were white. He rocked with the rhythm of Chase’s fuck, a steady rhythm that had been going on for longer than he could believe. Chase had already pumped one load into him, and he felt the cum trickle down his thigh as Chase hammered his ass with their second fuck.

    Chase had arrived thirty minutes late dressed in a loose white tank top and jeans, and as soon as he got inside the condo, removed every garment, tossing them carelessly on the floor. He had pushed Ben’s jeans and boxers down and bent him over the back of the sofa. He made Ben cry out as he rimmed his ass until it was a sloppy wet mess. Then he had fucked him. A fast brutal fuck where Chase just wanted to cum. And soon enough, did so.

    Ben had tried to refuse Chase, said doing it on the balcony was risky, but he soon found himself staring across the city as the only thing he could think about was Chase fucking him. Of the cock that thrust into his depths, over and over, making his own flop between his thighs.

    “Jesus, loosen up, you tight bastard,” said Chase.

    Ben felt the hands tighten their grip on his waist, then he felt every smack against his ass. It was loud, too loud, the sound of their fuck, but all he could do was hold his head down and take it, take every fucking thrust.

    A hand moved around his waist and took his cock. It roughly stroked him until hand and cock were slick and he was trying to move in a fuck that matched Chase’s pace. The other hand moved up his sweaty back, slickly, just gliding over his hot skin, upward until moving along his neck, then over his head. The hand became a fist holding him by the hair, roughly tugging his head back until he stood up, torso arced back, and his cock thrust through the tight fist of the other hand.

    “You think anyone can see your naked ass?” Chase uttered in Ben’s ear, laughing with his amusement of Ben’s submission.

    I hope not, Ben thought as he rocked with Chase’s fuck.

    Ben came, shuddering with his release as wads of cum flew through the railing and disappeared into the night. And Chase hadn’t slowed one bit, just kept hammering his ass until he saw more stars than visible in the sky. Then Chase pushed his head over the railing, shoved into his depths, and shuddered with his own release.

     

     

    The shower ran hot, steaming up the bathroom. Within its confines, Ben had his face pressed to the cool tile wall, once again rocking with Chase’s fuck. He couldn’t believe how fast the guy could get hard again. But then again, he felt his own cock grow heavy with his arousal as it flopped back and forth. Lips touched his neck, moved up until tugging on the right earlobe. Then they grazed it as they moved in a breathless whisper.

    “You want it in the ass or in the mouth?”

    Ben had already taken two loads in the ass, and this time he wanted to taste it. He wanted to feel Chase in his mouth, to feel the cock spurt a load into it until he had to swallow.

    “In the mouth,” Ben uttered.

    Suddenly Chase was moving, and Ben found himself squatting before him, backed up against the wall. He didn’t suck Chase, instead he just held his mouth open and let Chase fuck his mouth. With head pinned between Chase and the wall, he took every thrust, cock pushing into his throat. Then the cock was laying on his tongue, flexing with every ejaculation as it filled Ben’s mouth.

     

     

    Ben woke to the feel of a mouth on his cock. He opened his eyes to Chase between his legs sucking his cock. He watched the head move up and down feeling the lips on his cock and the blonde hair ticklish to his stomach. He ran a hand over the head combing his fingers through the hair. Chase rose and looked up at him.

    “Good morning,” said Chase with a mischievous smile.

    “Good morning,” Ben replied, as he guided Chase back to his cock.

    He lay back, closed his eyes, and just focused on nothing but the feel of lips on his cock. His arousal increased as the mouth moved faster dragging lips up and down his cock. He clutched at the bed and began to push upward at the hips.

    “I’m going to cum,” Ben exclaimed.

    Chase sank his mouth down on Ben, all the way, and Ben shoved upward, rocking the head up as he came.

    Then Chase was straddling Ben’s chest rubbing a very hard, leaking cock across his face.

    “Open that mouth,” said Chase.

    Ben opened his mouth, letting the cock slide through his lips and over his tongue until at the back of his throat. He controlled his breathing as Chase fell into a rhythm, steadily fucking his mouth.

    “Fuck, I can’t hold back,” exclaimed Chase.

    Ben nearly choked as the first wad hit the back of his throat, then the cock moved through his lips pumping wad after wad until making him swallow.

     

     

    Ben couldn’t believe the smaller guy could manhandle him with such ease. But manhandle him Chase did as he was moved to his stomach, then on knees, ass up and spread wide for fucking. Chase didn’t make him wait. There was no teasing this time, no manipulation of his hole, just the hard cock put to it then stretched wide as the cock sank into his depth. With hands holding his waist, Chase fucked him. Fucked him with a slow steady pace for what seemed an eternity, then with a brutal pace, one that pushed his arousal to the point his own cock drooled its slick as it swung between his thighs.

    Chase manhandled him again, this time twisting his body, shoulders on the bed, hips turned with one leg held straight up. And once again, cock was fucking his ass. He took it, every fucking thrust as hips banged his ass. His own cock drooled on his stomach while Chase hammered his insides.

    “Goddamn, I can’t get enough of your ass,” said Chase.

    Ben looked at the lean body, how it moved with their fuck. The undulation of the torso, the abdomen pumped up tight, every muscle visible. The skin glistened wetly in the morning light as sweat beaded up on it. He watched Chase tongue his foot, down the ankle, then back up to his foot without slowing their fuck.

    Ben gasped for breath as his knees were pushed down to the bed either side of his chest. Ass turned upward; Chase pummeled it. The steady sound of flesh banging against flesh echoed in the room, drowning out Ben’s moans and obscenities. Then Chase was jammed against his ass and shuddering with release.

    Ben lay back breathing hard as Chase moved on his cock. It didn’t take long, for he was too aroused, and he was pumping a load into the suctioning mouth.

     

     

    For the next two years, Chase interned at the company and lived with Ben during summer breaks. Ben found himself subservient to Chase, doing whatever asked of him. He gave himself to Chase and pleaded for more. He longed for Chase when at college and couldn’t get enough of him when visiting on breaks.

    Ben felt like he should worry about their age difference, but Chase didn’t care and when they were together, he couldn’t bring himself to care either. He had never been with someone who was so sexual, so self-assured, knowing what they wanted. When Chase left to go back to college, Ben had such mixed emotions about his leaving. On the one hand he was sexually sated. Used up, for it would be a couple of days or so before he even felt aroused. But on the other, he found himself missing him before the scent of his shampoo and cologne dissipated from his condo.

     

     

    Ben looked across the small open office, still amazed how far they had come over the last year. He had finally taken the big step. He had called a buddy from college and lured him from Portland to come start up a new consulting business with him. Charlie loved Portland, but not the weather, and after a few phone calls and trips back east, they soon were leasing space, creating a brand, and making contacts.

    Ben saw Chase lean over Charlie going over some documents, and he smiled at how easy it had been. They got two clients right at the start, then within three months, more came to them. Chase graduated and was brought on board. Charlie knew the situation, teasing him mercilessly about being Chase’s boy, but he also told him Chase was a good fit for their new enterprise.

    Yeah, a good fit, Ben thought as he pictured the night before, laying on the bed covered in his own cum with Chase’s leaking from his ass. Chase stood by the bed telling him to get up so they could shower together. He pictured the twenty-four-year man standing there holding out a hand.

    “Let me lay here just a minute and catch my breath,” Ben had replied.

    “No, get up,” Chase replied.

    “Let me have one minute.”

    “Ben, get up, you hot fucking mess before you get cum everywhere.”

  • My Asian Dream Boy

    I am Jimmy, Jed’s bottom boy.  I keep my body smooth and shaved  they way that Jed likes.   We have been together for several months now.  

     I start the day with my 8inch dildo, fucking myself for 8 to 10 minutes.  I push it deep inside me till it hits my prostrate. Sometimes I will ride that dildo while I suck another one that is sticking out of one of my pink high top Chucks. It feels good holding one my of pretty sneaks and sucking that dildo. I  will take the dildo out of my mouth and cum my high top pink Chucks then lick my cum on those pretty sneaks.  Oh fuck, I love my pretty sneaks so much.

     The dildo up my ass has made  my pussy soft, warm and wet, ready to welcome Jed’s  cock.  Jed sometime wakes up with a hard on and he will not wait to plunge his dick into my hole so he can release the tension by dropping his load inside me. While he fucks me I keep sucking my pink Chucks.  This can make my day already feeling Jed’s seed deep within me.  On occasion I will put in my butt plug so it does not drip out of my hole.  I will not take it out again until Jed is ready to fuck me again.  Jed will pull out plug and then enjoy the taste of his cum.  The cum is still warm since it has been inside my pussy..   Then he will enter me after he has made love to my body, sucked my cock and rimmed my hole.  Sometimes he will tell me to put on a certain pair of sneaks or boots that he likes to lick when he fucks me.  He loves the Nike Cortez sneaks that he designed for me that are pink with a white swoosh and pink trim.   We love picking out shoes and clothes for each other.     Since being with Jed I have developed a taste for leather, particularly leather jeans and shorts.  I love the feeling of tight leather around my crotch and ass.   We both love rubbing each other’s leather crotches and feeling the hardness grow underneath.  Sometime he will keep rubbing until I cum under the leather, other times Jed will go down my leather crotch, suck it and then unzip my jeans and suck my cock.   He loves the smell and taste of leather on my cock. 

    After our morning fuck we shower together, playing with our asses and cocks.  If  Jed gets hard, he will  fuck me again in the shower.  We have sex at least three times a day and on the weekend it can be more. 

    I call Jed, my boss, boot man.  I am not his slave during the day, but am definitely submissive with him when it comes to sex.  I love being called his bitch, a  slut, a fag boy and his whore.  Hearing these names during sex can make me hard because that is what I am- a pretty boy that loves to bottom and service his boss man. The worse the name he calls me, the harder my cock becomes. 

    I love his cock so much either in my mouth or deep inside me filling my pussy.  I feel most whole with his cock deep inside me and dropping his seed there.  Then I am totally his woman.

    Jed likes to see me in high heels so I wear cowboy boots with high heels. He has bought me beautiful women’s shoes on Amazon with 4 to 5 inch heels that I  wear in bed.    

     I work in a clothing sore that caters to gay men.  I love fashion so this is perfect job for me.  I like to flirt with the boys and sometimes we kiss in the change room.  I have blown a few guys as well in the change rooms.

    We are back home now after work having a beer and talking about the day.  We are nude except I am wearing white platform Docs.  Jed says I look cute in these boots.  Jed tells me to get his high black Docs. 

    “ Now lace them up and make love to them as you do, fag boy”

    I love doing these magnificent boots.  I slowly lace them up and the kiss and lick the shafts  as I do.  I shine them often so the black leather is glowing.

    “Lace them tight, bitch.  I love the feeling of a tight boot. A tight boot is like a tight cunt”

    I pull the laces tight and tie them up at the top.

    “Good, my boots feel tight now”

    Jed looks so hot standing in these boots.  

    “Fuck I get hard seeing you in these boots.  I want you to ride me hard in those fuckin Docs”

    Jed kisses me hard then moves to my nipples and chest. 

    “I love the smoothness of your body, pretty Asian boy.  It is so beautiful”

    Jed moves to my cock- stroking it, kissing it and now sucking it.  I am holding his ass as he does and start to play with this hole with my finger.

    He takes my white boot and starts to kiss it and suck it.  

    “You look so hot in this white Docs.   I am going to enjoy kissing them as I fuck you”

    “I love it when you are inside me and kissing my boots,  I can’t wait.  Fuck me.”

    I am on my back now as Jed moves to playing with my ass and hole.

    “Your ass is so smooth and tight.  I get hard just thinking about your pretty ass and pink hole”

    I feel his tongue now on my hole, licking it.

    My pussy is warm and wet now, ready for Jed’s hardness. 

    “Here I come slut boy”

    Jed enters me slowly and I feel each inch of his cock fill me up.  This is what I want so much.  I feel complete now with Jed deep inside me.  I am his woman now, my wet cunt around his cock. I  wrap my legs and white boots around his back hold him tight.  He kisses me now as he fucks  me.  We do this for several minutes.  Jed take his cock out. It is wet and shiny how.

    “Suck my cock now and enjoy your ass juices on it.”

    I suck it and taste Jed’s precum oozing out.

    “On your back again, I am going to finish you off, bitch.  Raise your legs.  I want your pretty white boots now as I fuck you.”

    Jed is pounding me hole and licking my boots. 

    Feeling hi inside and seeing his lips on my boots, I am in heaven.

     I can’t hold back spray my cum on Jed’s chest.  OH  FUCKKKKKKKKK

    At the last second, Jed pulls his cock out and cums on my hole.

    “I want a pic of my cum on your beautiful hole, pretty boy.  When we are horny, we can jerk off looking at this pic”

    “Oh yeah, I will love looking a your cum on my hole.  That is so fucking hot”

    We lay there embracing and kissing for a while.

    Jed starts to jerk my cock which is getting hard.

    “Now cum on my Docs, faggot”

    I drop a load on his boots.

    “Now lick your cum there and make them shine”

    I go down on his boots, licking my cum on the black leather.  I love the black leather on these boots so much.

    “I love you see you doing my Docs.  Let me see y our face now, I am going cum on your pretty face.

    I feel his warm cum spray my face.  Jed leans over and licks my cum and we kiss so I can taste his beautiful seed on my lips.  

    We go to bed but leave our boots on so we are ready to fuck again in the morning

  • Doctor’s Appointment

    It was early in the morning.  Ben just woke up. He had an appointment with a doctor, for his new job. He was supposed to be examined at the new clinic at 8am. When he finally arrived, he walked into the building where he was told, by the receptionist, to wait in the hallway. He supposed it was because someone was in the exam room. After a while some lady left the room and he heard someone yelling:

    “Next!”

    He quickly stood up and, encouraged by the receptionist’s hand movement, walked into the doctor’s office. It was quite a big room to his surprise.

    “Big, isn’t it? – he said”

    “Good morning.… yeah pretty much – Ben babbled”

    “It’s brand new. You’re one of my first patients here. Soo what brings you here?”

    He wanted to answer but was easily distracted by the doctor’s appearance. He had dark short hair, was tall and you could also see his muscles underneath his suit. Ben, with a dreamy look on hie face replied:

    “I need to be examined for my new job. Here I’ve got the papers with everything that need to be tested.”

    And he handed the doctor his health record book. The doctor studied it carefully and said it was gonna take a while. Then he walked out of the room and Ben could hear him telling the receptionist, whose name was Andrew, that he should call all the other patients who had an appointment till 2pm and cancel their appointments. Ben got a bit worried. Is it really going to take this long? He wondered.

    “Okay please open your mouth wide. – said the doctor.”

    He was holding a stick in front of Ben’s mouth. Once he opened it the doctor put the whole stick into his mouth.

    “I’m impressed. People usually choke.”

    He didn’t really know what to say, but in fact even if he did know, he had a stick in his mouth. All he could do was stare at the handsome, something around 40 years old, doctor.

    “Okay now please take off your shirt.”

    For a moment Ben thought he made it up, but then recalled he was in the doctor’s office. He effortlessly took off his green shirt. The doctor gave his chest a blissful gaze.

    “I see you work out.”

    “Once a week, but I see you must spend every day at the gym, doctor.”

    He laughed.

    “Oh boy, in fact I have my own gym at my house. Now take those trousers off as well.”

    Ben did as he had been told and the doctor complimented his look and gently asked him to stand on the scales.

    “Okay now I need you to get rid of the rest of your clothing.”

    Ben blushed as he realised his new crush was just about to see him naked. He took off his socks first and then began pulling his pants off. He turned around to put them on the chair where the rest of his clothes were laid. He could sense the doctor staring at this butt. He enjoyed the feeling but, despite that, still felt a bit embarrassed. He turned back covering his cock.

    “Please take those hands away. I need to take a look.”

    He touch Ben’s cock and examined his balls, then commanded him to turn around. He put on some lube on his fingers and shoved them into Ben’s ass. Ben thought how good it felt. He had already had sex with ex-boyfriend a couple of times, but this felt much better.

    “Now please sit down on the chair.”

    He sat down on the chair. The doctor cuffed his both, his hand and legs.

    “Why did you cuff me?”

    “Ohhh. – he grinned – It’s just for some little experiment I have.”

    He put a gag into Ben’s mouth and began his experiment. He called the receptionist in. He looked at Ben with a wicked smile and handed the doctor a tray with some tools. First he took a razor and shaving foam. He started shaving all the places on Ben’s body where he had hair.  Ben started moving.

    “You better stop unless you want some bleeding here, little boy.”

    And he stopped. He knew he had no other choice. His eyes were watching his new doctor who was shaving his chest hair, his legs his balls, armpits. In conclusion neck down, Ben had no hair on his body.

    “I would also cut the hair on your head, but some like to pull it while fucking.”

    Then he pinched my nipples which hurt me a lot.

    “Haha if that hurts, you’re not gonna enjoy what’s coming.”

    He pierced both of Ben’s nipples and clean his ass. For the next ten minutes his ass was being spanked. Then the doctor took out an inflatable butt plug. He inserted it in his ass and started to pump it. It was growing bigger and bigger and soon the pain was unbearable. Once it was at its maximum he took it all out and Ben moaned. It was a weird feeling. He thought his ass broke and hoped he was wrong. Then the doctor along with the receptionist brought a box with dildos.

    “Oh yeah boy. We’re gonna test them all.”

    First they took 9 inches dildos. The receptionist took care of his ass and the doctor of his mouth. He much more preferred the gag. He was choking. The stick he’d had in his mouth before was way shorter and his ex’s dick was quite average. After playing for over an hour his butthole was swollen and his mouth dry.

    “Please – Ben pled. – Give me some water.”

    The doctor spit into his mouth so that it got a bit wetter and put a blindfold on his face. He couldn’t see a thing but he was able to hear light things falling on the floor. He supposed it was their clothes. He was about to be fucked by his handsome doctor, yet he wasn’t excited. He was exhausted and wanted to get out of that place as soon as possible.

    “Damn that boy pussy is looking so hot, so ready for my cock.”

    Ready for his cock?! Ben thought. Is it as big as those dildos he had gone through.

    “Andrew! Take some pictures please.”

    Ben could feel the flash of the camera. His naked, tired body, completely naked will be on pictures that could be shown to everyone. The doctor clicked a button and the chair moved behind, which meant his legs were up in the air and his head close to the floor.

    “Now you’ll be tasting my cock you faggot.”

    His cock was way bigger than those dildos. It was like 11 inches. Ben didn’t even know dicks could be so big. His mouth was filled totally and he could barely breathe. After 10 minutes Ben got to taste his doctor’s cum. It was disgusting. He would spit it out if he could, but the doctor forcefully hold his jaw until he swallowed it all.

    “Gooood boy. Now lets breed your ass.”

    “No please I beg you! No more!”

    “Silly boy. It’s never gonna end. It’s the beginning of your new life.”

    He kissed his boy pussy and began licking it. Then jammed his enormous cock into Ben. He was mounting loudly as he was being pushed and pulled by turns. Soon Andrew stopped taking pictures and shoved his, also big but not as, cock into Ben’s mouth. While Ben was giving him a blowjob, the receptionist was pulling his pierced nipples, which hurt a lot. From time to time the doctor would hit Ben’s sore buttcheeks. After 20 minutes they both cummed in him. He felt as if he was overflowing, filled to the brim.

    “Don’t worry boy it’s just the beginning. I’m gonna take you to my house and show you my gym you wanted to see so bad. You’ll see we’ll have so much fun.”

    ”And don’t worry about me. – said Andrew. – I’m gonna visit you along with our other friends! Right Max?”

    ”Right! – replied the doctor.”

    And Ben was just there. Lying in pain, having sperm in his body and shedding a tear.

  • A Christmas Demon

    A Christmas Demon 2

    Father’s Joy

    It was a warm sunny day in the northwest of the country, and the horses frolic in the main pasture where the horses were let out early in the morning, once they got their morning oats. Well fed and set free, the colts are frisky, mother’s are hesitant, and stallions ran and ran as far as they could see before running back to let their powerful muscles test the earth under them.

    Father Samuel parked his car off to one side and he walked toward the pasture fence. He’d seen Michael’s blond hair flowing in the breeze on top of the black Arabian that adopted the boy before the Horatio Arnolds adopted him and young Kenny Kelly five years before.

    Michael was grown now and he picked working on the Horatio Arnold’s horse farm rather than more school. Father Samuel was sure it was the right choice for a spirited boy like Michael. He’d never like being indoors and Major Wellington wasn’t getting any younger, and Michael did most of the heavy lifting while letting the major be in charge.

    “My word, Father Samuel, you should have let us know you were coming over. We’d have prepared something for you. Come in for tea. I’ve got a marvelous new marmalade you can try.

    “Horatio Arnold,” Father Samuel said, as he took the approaching man’s hands in his. “You’re looking fit. I decided I needed to check in on the boys. I keep so busy and I keep telling myself I’m going to come over. I make appointments I don’t keep. I won’t do that to the Horatio Arnolds. I made up my mind to drive over this morning.”

    “Your always welcome, Father. We’d prepare something if you’d let us know,” Horatio said, as the two men turned toward the fence.

    “My God, he’s magnificent,” Father Samuel said.

    “The Demon. He’s king of the walk, Father. Most beautiful horse flesh I’ve ever encountered,” Horatio kidded,, knowing he meant Michael.

    “Michael. Michael. He’s grown into such a magnificent man.”

    “Oh, Michael, my son,” Horatio laughed. “Yes, they’re two of a kind. Both are magnificent.”

    The two men stood side by said as Michael came trotting over. Demon jumped the fence with relative ease and Michael came off his back once he stopped beside the two observers.

    “Father Michael. Morning, Papa,” the regal young man said, heading straight for the priest.

    Michael swept Father Samuel up in his arms to give him an affectionate hug.

    “Father. Father Samuel, you are looking well.”

    “Michael, he’s a priest. You don’t hug a priest.”

    Horatio spoke with alarm in his voice.

    “Nonsense, he was my father before you were, Papa. He needs to be hugged and hugged often. Not easy raising 30 sons.”

    “You’re a handsome one, Michael,” the priest said. “I remember you as a scrawny little boy when you first came to me. The girls won’t be able to keep their hands off of you.”

    “Not to mention the boys, Father, but all is fair in love.”

    “You’ll never get in heaven talking like that, Michael.”

    “I’ll have no trouble there. I’ll charm St Peter out of his sneakers, Father,” Michael bragged.

    “Get on with you now. You always were an imp,” the father said..

    “And you’ve been neglecting us. Kenny will be delighted to see you. Brian and Simon are due in class as soon as Kensington arrives. He might let you say hello. They’d love to see you.”

    “And where is Kenneth?” Father Samuel asked.

    “He’d already been down to breakfast before I came down,” Horatio said.

    “He’d be in the library reading, Father,” Michael said. “He’ll go back to university in another week. Always with his nose in a book.”

    “Who would have known that shy little boy would be a scholar. That’s your doing Horatio. You gave him a home and that’s all he needed to get his feet set under him,” the father said.

    “Brian and Simon? How are they doing? Maybe they can come by and say hello to the boys. They’re still remembered at the home.”

    “You have the floor, Michael. You know your brothers’ minds,” Horatio said. “I can only guess what they’re thinking.”

    “Brian would be cleaning out stalls with Wellington. Simon is probably still in bed. He is still shell shocked from being here after he was where he was. Takes a bit of time to realize you’ve fallen into the clover, Father. Brian brothers him and he tolerates me because I’m bigger than he is. When the Horatio Arnolds take you in, you have time to adjust. Kensington will yank him out of bed when he comes.”

    “I can’t get over how much you’ve grown, Michael,” the father said.

    “We all grow up, Father. I couldn’t stay a runt forever.”

    Michael stood six foot one and his shoulder length blond hair hung to his broad shoulders. He was slim and well proportioned. In his cutoffs with the slits up the sides, his strong thighs made it possible to sit astride Demon without a saddle.

    Demon walked behind the three as they moved toward the house, nibbling with his lips at Michael’s hair.

    “Brian, look who’s here,” Michael yelled as the boy appeared out of the stable. He changed course to walk toward his brother.

    “Father Samuel,” the eighteen year old red head said.

    “You’re looking well, Brian. So you help the major?”

    “Before school, Father. He tries to do it all himself. I do what I can. I love the horses. They treat me quite well here.”

    “You’re treated no better than you deserve, Brian,” Horatio said.

    “You deserve the best, Brian,” Father Samuel said. “And you’ll get the best here.”

    “I know, Father,” the smiling boy said. “It’s hard to forget… before,” Brian said, pushing Michael when he got beside him.

    The two boys playfully wrestled each other. Michael was bigger but he was gentle with his brothers. He knew they came from difficult places. He was best able to help them adapt to the Horatio Arnolds.

    “Father, come in for some tea. I’ll try to round up Kenny and Simon. They’ll be out of sorts if they know you were here and I didn’t call them,” Horatio said.

    “Yes, Father, let me get my shirt on. We shall have tea and maybe Agnes will fix us muffins,” Michael said as they walked.

    In the dining room they sat around the table with a combination of tea, coffee, and jellies and jams to slather on the muffin’s Agnes brought out on a platter. The boys dug in as boys do.

    “Father, I wish you’d given us a chance to prepare for you,” Gen said, as she greeted the Father who had strawberry jam on his lips.

    “Nonsense, Mrs Horatio Arnold. I need no preparations when I come to see family. The boys are all so, so, grown.”

    “Fine young men, all,” Gen said. “Oh, Agnes, coffee with cream, please. Do we have enough muffins for this army?”

    “Yes, ma’am. Baker sent two dozen yesterday. I think we can make it through breakfast. I’ll call and order two dozen more.”

    “Kenneth, what are you reading?”

    “The Great Upheaval. I never realized how important the American Revolution was at a time when Europe, England, and the Russians were all engaged in wars. The French were barbarians. Off with their heads,” Kenny exclaimed.

    “That was the queen in Alice in Wonderland,” Michael said.

    “That was the French,” Kenny explained.

    “And what did George 3rd have to say about the Colonies?” Horatio asked.

    “Papa, when George 3rd heard, Gen. Washington was retiring to Mt Vernon after the Colonies were set free, Georgie said “if Washington does that, he’ll be the greatest general in history, and Washington did it. When George 3rd heard President Washington was retiring to Mt Vernon after eight years of being president, Georgie said, “If Washington does that, he’ll be the greatest man in history.”

    “My word,” Horatio said. “I knew Washington was the father of America. Little did I know our king thought so highly of him.”

    “Papa, generals didn’t relinquish power once they took it. Once a king comes to power, a man like George 3rd couldn’t conceive of relinquishing power once he had it. Washington willingly gave up power. That set the stage for presidents to leave office peacefully. Up until then, monarchs left when they died or were deposed.”

    “George 3rd was a creature of a system where royalty ruled. The idea he’d walk away from power wasn’t a thought he’d have had. It’s still that way but there’s a lot less killing of kings.”

    “Edward renounced power,” Simon said.

    “Different time, Simon,” Michael said. “The royals were no longer all powerful, and Edward didn’t want the responsibility. Loving an American woman gave him the excuse to walk away from the throne.”

    “My word,” Father Samuel said. “I’ve never heard such things. Horatio, are you aware of what your sons are reading?”

    “The Church is like the royals in many respects, Father. It is burdened by the power it seeks to hold on to. The church will never willingly relinquish power,” Michael said. “Too scary for prelates.”

    “It’s breakfast,” Genevieve said. “It’s too early for a donnybrook. Can’t we at least wait until lunch to solve the ills of man?”

    “Yes, Father Samuel didn’t come to argue politics. I’m raising a bunch of anarchists, Father. They see the way things are and wonder why. I must say, I wonder that myself at times.”

    “Kensington is here, Sir,” Agnes said. “He’s asking for the boys.”

    “Thank you, Agnes. Show him into the library. Simon, Brian, finish up and join Kensington in the library. Say goodbye to Father Samuel. He’ll no doubt be gone by the time your lessons end.”

    “Oh, Papa,” Simon said. “Just a few more minutes. We hardly ever see Father Samuel.”

    “Get real, Simon. No one is buying that baloney. Your time is up. Go do your lessons,” Michael ordered.

    “Can’t blame a guy for trying, Father. Duty calls,” Simon said.

    *****

    Father Samuel said goodbye to the Horatio Arnolds and Michael walked him toward his car. Demon fell in behind the two, walking behind them as he waited for another go at exercising.

    “How are the boys, Father. How many do you have now?”

    “Three came to us last week. We have twenty-seven. I wonder how we’ll feed them all at times, Michael. You remember how everyone is away during the summers and our coffers go empty.”

    “You didn’t mention money to Papa. You know he’ll make sure you have enough food,” Michael said.

    “Your father does too much all ready. I won’t ask him for more.”

    “Yes, but I will. You can expect help before summer’s end. He’ll likely need to come over to see what your needs are. Maybe I’ll come over and see how this crop of boys is coming along, Father.”

    “You’re always welcome, Michael. The boys like it when you come. We don’t get a lot of visitors,” Father Samuel said.

    “I’ll see you soon, Father,” Michael promised.

    Father Samuel watched as he put his arm around Demon’s neck and swung himself up on the horse.

    “You’ve never heard about saddles, Michael. How do you stay up on him?” the priest asked.

    “We’re the same animal, Father. You can take us a part, but we are only complete when we are together.”

    Father Samuel shook his head. Michael guided the stallion away from the fence. Once he went far enough, he galloped the black beauty straight toward the fence. At the last instant the horse took to the air and soared over the barrier taking Master Michael with him.

    The priest turn is car around and he started home.

    *****

    Major Wellington stood at the top of Demon’s stall. He watched Michael wiping down the big stallion. Demon glistened as his head stayed in the bucket of oats he’d been provided.

    “You take better care of that horse than you do of yourself,” the major said.

    “He does all the work. He deserves to be treated special. He is special.”

    Demon whinnied approval and he took a drink from a second bucket before eating more oats.

    “Damn horse is almost human,” the major said, going back to feeding the other horses.

    Michael finished with Demon and secured the door when he left his stall.

    “How’s the Father, Master Michael? I saw his car over by the fence.”

    “Having trouble keeping all those boys fed. He won’t ask Papa for more because he gives so much to the home all ready.”

    “Children need to eat. I can mention it to Horace if you like. He’ll want to help,” the major said.

    “I plan to mention it but you can mention it too. Yes, he’ll send something over. Maybe we can go to town and get things I know he uses. Take it to the home. Save the Father some work.”

    “Good idea, Michael. I’d enjoy saying hello to Father Samuel. Haven’t seen him in a while.”

    Two days later, Major Wellington and Michael unloaded food from the back of the Land Rover. There were hundred pound bags of oatmeal, flour, and sugar. Michael drank a glass of iced tea Matilda handed him, while the major got a five pound bag of coffee out of the Land Rover that he bought out of his own money. He carried it toward the office and knocked on the father’s door.

    “Yes,” the father said, swinging the door open. “Major, how lovely to see you. How are you?”

    “I’m fine, Father. We brought a few things for your kitchen, and I bought you this”

    “My word, Wellington, you shouldn’t be spending your money on me,” the father said, knowing how much he enjoyed a morning cup of coffee.

    “Nonsense, we all need our morning coffee. You’re no exception just because you’re plugged into God. I’m sure he has his morning coffee. Hard to start a day without it. It’s the last thing you’d buy when times are tight. I bought it for you.”

    The two men walked together and found Michael putting the big bags in the pantry for Matilda.

    “Master Michael, I wasn’t begging for food. You shouldn’t have bothered Horatio.”

    “He didn’t. I did once he told me your situation,” Major Wellington informed the priest. “The children need to eat. You can’t be waiting around for someone to offer to help. They’re all on vacation this time of year, Father.”

    “Horatio does so much all ready,” Father Samuel said. “Praise the Lord he does.”

    “He isn’t about to let these boys go hungry. He has the means to help,” the major said.

    “He wouldn’t have it any other way, Father Samuel,” Michael said.

    “It’s tight everywhere, Father. Even Horace talks of the cost of everything being on he rise.”

    Michael stood next to the Land Rover watching the boys flooding out of the school to play. He remembered when he was among them. He’d been adopted by the Horatio Arnolds and he lived a fine life, but he remembered the boys and how each wished someone would come to rescue them. In the meantime, Father Samuel took care of them. They were well fed, adequately clothed, and housed. Most boys knew their circumstances were no fault of their own, and they had more than many children had.

    *****

    It took Michael a while to get the sleigh out of the top of the barn. He’d been looking at it for several years, but he didn’t know what he wanted to do with it. The snows in the northwest of the country weren’t predictable, but snow was long overdue. It might snow in time for his plan to work.

    He contemplated putting wheels on the sleigh, but that wasn’t how he wanted it to go. He’d pray for snow. They’d use the Land Rover if it failed to snow in time.

    When he told Horatio what he wanted to do, his Papa’s right eyebrow raised a bit, as he calculated the odds were against a white Christmas any year.

    “How many bags of oatmeal, Michael?” Horatio asked, as he looked at the bags in the barn.

    “Three, Papa. Can’t fit any more in the Land Rover. With you, Mum, and the boys in the sleigh, we can carry the gifts in the back. That will leave room for Kenny, Brian, and Simon,

    “Wellington shall bring the Land Rover around to the kitchen, and we shall come up the driveway in the sleigh,” Michael explained.

    “You do know there’s no talk of snow, Michael?”

    “It’ll snow, Papa. God wants the boys to have a happy Christmas,” Michael said.

    “You have more faith than I have,” Horatio lamented. “We better get to the house. Agnes was taking the goose out of the oven when I started down. It will be cool enough to serve by now.”

    “Well, it is clouding up some,” Horatio said as he and Michael stepped out of the barn.

    “It’ll snow, Pap. It must snow.”

    “Hasn’t snowed the past two years at Christmas,” Horatio said.

    “Remember the night Kenny and I met you, Papa. It sure snowed some that night.”

    “That was New Years Eve,” Horatio said. “One of the best nights I can remember.”

    “Yes, it was,” Michael agreed.

    “It’ll snow, Papa. It has to snow, or we’ll need more than the Land Rover to carry everything. Maybe in two trips we could carry it all. I do want everything to be perfect for the boys.”

    No one was all that happy as Agnes began bringing dinner to the table.

    “Mr Arnold and Michael are coming. They’re walking up from the barn,” Agnes said.

    Michael, Wellington, and Simon were studying the sacks filled with gifts in the study.

    “Gentlemen, you can look at the gifts after dinner. Agnes has the food on the table,” Genevieve said from the doorway.

    “We can use the farm truck, but that thing won’t fool anyone into thinking it’s Christmas. It’s a farm truck,” the major said. “Too late to do anything about that.”

    “We’re late for dinner, Major. Agnes always prepares a feast on Christmas Eve. “

    “I hate to stall dinner a minute longer, but there’s something you gentlemen need to know.” Kenny said, “It’s snowing. It’s snowing.”

    “It’s snowing,” Simon said. “Look at it coming down. It’s snowing.”

    Michael danced in a circle grabbing his mum by the hand and, dancing her around the study.

    “My word,” Horatio said. “It’s snowing. Fancy that. Michael said it would snow.”

    “It is snowing, Sir,” Agnes said delighted. “It’s snowing. I’ve been praying for snow all day.”

    “You would be,” Horatio said. “You’re a good woman, Agnes. Your prayers saved the day.”

    The dinner was wonderful and the food and drinks were happily devoured with the joy everyone felt. One or the other of them got up to watch it snow harder and harder as they ate.

    Stanley helped Michael load the last sacks of gifts into the sleigh. Michael backed The Demon up to the sleigh and affixed the harness to him, speaking softly to him the entire time. Demon trusted Michael and didn’t do more than shiver a couple of times.

    When Wellington brought out the bells he’d been saving for last, Demon wasn’t that happy about the jingling sound the bells made when he moved. Agnes and Stanley got into the Land Rover, and the Horatio Arnolds and their boys got into the sleigh.

    Michael started Demon off at a slow pace. The bells jangled and Demon tried to see where the noise came from. He realized that he could make them louder, or softer, according to how he moved. As they left the driveway, Demon began to canter and he moved to the sound, Demon danced along the road leading toward the boy’s home, and the boys and Father Simon heard the jingling of the bells before Demon pranced into view.

    He proudly pulled his family through the falling snow.

    As the sleigh came into the driveway, the boys flooded out of the doors. They were singing Jingle Bells.

    “Jingle Bells. Jingle Bells. Jingle all the way. Jingle Bells in a one horse open sleigh.”

    The visitors left the sleigh to go stand beside Father Samuel who was delighted to watch his happy boys. The snow made Father Samuel’s black hair white.

    The boys gathered around Santa as he removed the sacks of presents from behind the sleigh.

    “Ho, Ho, Ho. Look what Santa’s brung you. Ho, Ho, Ho,” Santa said, handing gifts out to the eager boys.

    Demon nibbled with his lips at the back of Santa’s long blond hair.

    “Matilda has been preparing her spicy cider for the Horatio Arnolds. Let’s go in and let the boys and Santa celebrate together,” Father Samuel said.

    Kenny, Brian, and Simon helped Santa give out the gifts.

    “Happy Christmas to all, and to all, a good night,” Michael sang. “Ho. Ho. Ho.”

    The End of A Christmas Demon 2.

    And a Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a good night. RB


    Not wanting to step in anyone’s turkey dinner, I saved this for last:

    If you think homeless kids are homeless without a lot of help, you’d be mistaken. Forty % of homeless kids are LGBTQ. They are homeless because of many factors, but most are a product of good Christian homes who have been brainwashed into thinking that throwing away gay kids is a good idea.

    Jesus Christ, you remember him, the guy who gave the Sermon on the Mount and spoke the words that appear in Mathew 25, never said, ‘Throw away your gay kids.’ Jesus was an advocate of brotherly love that extended to your kids.

    This Christmas, yes, Christ mas, homeless kids, 40% of which are LGBTQ, will probably go hungry for the most part. They’ll be cold because there are few safe places for them to get warm. We live in a harsh world. It doesn’t need to be this way, but people insist on it.

    Would Christ be poud of them? No, Jesus wouldn’t like them using his name to preach hatred for anyone. His love for us is unconditional. He walked with ‘the least of these’ for a good reason.

    “Go forth and sin no more.”

    Paraphrasing: “Go forth and don’t throw away your LGBTQ children, Dude.”

    No, he never said that. He didn’t think he’d need to. He made himself quite clear on love.

    RB

  • The BJ Boy

    Andy was strapped for cash so badly that he couldn’t even get his head around what the hell he was supposed to do to get some. He kicked a pebble with his foot, making it roll down the pavement. Being poor sucked big time. It didn’t help that all he knew was to wash dishes and take out the garbage.

    Man, how he envied those dudes in designer suits, and sunglasses watching the door to that club, he thought, as he looked up. Their boss must pay them royally just to guard the door.

    Andy was a man of action. Well, he liked to think he was a man, although he had barely turned eighteen. Whatever, he had to qualify for some errand boy position if there was some opening at that club. He stole a quick look into a store window. He wore skinny jeans hanging low on his hips, Converse shoes, and a wife beater, showing off the slight definition of his biceps.

    It wasn’t like he was strong as those guys in front, but he could hold his ground, he thought. The big boss at that nightclub might just have some work for him. He stopped in front of the window, grimacing and trying to make himself look tough. Why the hell did he had to have full lips like a girl’s? Most probably it made some people eager to sucker-punch him. That might explain why he got into so many fights.

    He didn’t have too many trophy scars to prove that. He was way too good at dodging and running. His mom liked his face. She often told him he was handsome. But he hated his blue eyes, and blond hair, and big fucking fat lips. He wanted to look tough, like a man and all that. Instead, he looked like someone asking for a beating.

    With a shrug, he pushed the golden necklace inside his wife beater. It was fake, anyway. But it was the only thing he had from his dad and he didn’t want anyone to think they could snatch it from him.

    Hands in his pockets, trying to look loose and without a care in the world, he walked over to one of the men in front. “Hey, is the boss in or something?”

    The bouncer didn’t even spare him a look. Andy wasn’t going to let that bother him. “Hey, I’m talking to you.”

    “Kid, scram.”

    The man didn’t move, but his voice was threatening enough. Andy could feel his anger coming up. “I’m no kid. I’m looking for work.”

    “Look somewhere else. There’s no room for scrawny punks like you around here.”

    “I can fight.” Andy put his fists up, for demonstration.

    The bouncer took one step toward him, but Andy stood his ground. Who the hell that guy thought he was to call him a kid?

    It was enough for the bouncer to put one heavy hand against his chest and push him that he landed on his ass. “Screw you.” He shot up to his feet and lunged at the man.

    He would get a beating now. That was sure. The bouncer smiled, as if he could barely wait to mess him up. He caught Andy’s fist with one hand, gripping it tightly. Andy cried out in pain, and his knees began giving in.

    “Hey, what’s going on?”

    The bouncer dropped him to the ground like he was burned. Andy rolled on the sidewalk, catching his bruised hand with the other.

    “Just a punk messing around,” the bouncer replied to whoever was asking.

    Andy saw perfectly polished shoes stopping right in front of him. He didn’t look up. Maybe this guy would kick him, too. “Stand up, boy,” the stranger ordered.

    “Want me to keep him so you can punch him, boss?” the bouncer asked.

    Andy dared to look up. A man was looking down on him. He looked like a celebrity or something. He had dark hair, shiny with hair gel, and he was handsome in a rough way. That guy looked like a man. Maybe he was just a scrawny punk, after all, Andy thought.

    With some difficulty, he stood up. If he was going to take a punch, he was going to take it standing. Without hesitation, he stared the stranger into his dark eyes that were looking at him with interest. From up close, the guy looked even more like he just got off some shiny cover of a magazine.

    The bouncer hurried to pin Andy’s arms behind his back. Andy stared with defiance at the stranger.

    “Let him,” the man ordered shortly. “Come with me,” he then told Andy.

    Andy smiled. Damn, he would now get a frigging job. The man must have seen he was not afraid. He could use him for something. He stuck his tongue at the two bouncers as he followed the handsome guy.

    “Mr. Torelli,” the other bouncer said and bowed.

    So that was the guy’s name, Andy registered right away. That was good to know. He sauntered after Mr. Torelli, into the darkness of the club.

    He followed him into what looked like an office with plush chairs and heavy furniture. Andy could swear he could sleep on the carpet and it would still be better than his bed at home.

    “What’s your name?” Mr. Torelli asked once they were alone. He was leaning against a desk, crossing his legs at the ankles.

    “Andy … Andrew Stamwell, sir,” he replied quickly.

    Mr. Torelli threw him a weird once-over. Andy felt his skin prickling under that man’s gaze and like the temperature in the room was getting higher. It was like the guy wanted to stare at him through his clothes or something. Mr. Torelli moved slowly and lit himself a cigar, making the smoke dance toward the ceiling. Man, even that smelled rich.

    “I’m looking for a job,” Andy added. “Anything would do, really. I can run errands, and I know I don’t look that strong, but I can beat up people and –”

    “Have you ever sucked a guy’s cock?”

    The question hit him like a punch to the gut. That couldn’t be real. It was all because of his stupid face and stupid lips, right? Mr. Torelli thought he was a cocksucker.

    “No, sir,” he said and puffed his chest out. “I only screw girls.”

    Mr. Torelli chuckled. Andy threw the guy a nervous look. The guy seemed to be in his late 30s, and he was good looking, and all. Why the hell was he asking him those fag questions?

    “It doesn’t matter.”

    “About the job, sir –” Andy started again.

    “There’s something. Actually, the only thing if you’re looking for a quick buck,” Mr. Torelli said.

    “Anything, sir,” Andy replied quickly.

    “So eager.” The man chuckled again, making Andy feel goose bumps everywhere. “The only opening I have right now is for a cocksucker.”

    Andy ground his teeth hard. This guy was taking him for a fool. “I’m no cocksucker.”

    Whatever, he would look for work somewhere else. He turned on his heels.

    “Two hundred. For a mouthful,” Mr. Torelli threw at his retreating back.

    Two hundred? For that kind of thing? Andy stopped dead in his tracks. But he was no cocksucker.

    “I’ll double it, for you. You have no experience so it will be my pleasure to train your mouth.”

    He wasn’t considering it now, was he? Andy shook his head. But four hundred bucks? Now that solved the problem with the rent for him and his mom. It was only a blowjob, right? No, he shook his head again. What the fuck was he thinking? He wasn’t going to put his mouth on some dude’s cock. That would make him a fag. Right?

    He raised his eyes and looked at Mr. Torelli. The man had a secretive smile dancing on his lips like he knew something Andy didn’t, although he should’ve. Maybe Mr. Torelli, being rich and all, wanted to laugh at him. That had to be it.

    “You’re pranking me, right?” Andy asked, cocking his head to one side. “What need do you have for a cocksucker?”

    “Any man needs a cocksucker,” was the immediate reply.

    “Well, you surely have plenty of women to do that for you,” Andy said.

    “I happen not to like women. Or their cocksucking techniques,” Mr. Torelli said with a thin smile.

    “Then there are surely many fags who want to suck your dick,” Andy replied, again.

    Mr. Torelli’s smile widened. “Are you calling me a fag, too, Andy?”

    Andy ignored how the man didn’t call him Andrew, as he had introduced himself. “No, sir,” he said and gulped nervously. “Only the guys who suck dick are fags.”

    “And those who have their dicks sucked aren’t?” Mr. Torelli was laughing now.

    Andy could feel sweat pouring down his back. One wrong move and this guy could make things seriously bad for him. “No, sir,” he replied, but his voice was low and quiet now.

    “So you don’t want the money?” Mr. Torelli asked again.

    “You’re just pulling my leg,” Andy tried to laugh it off.

    Mr. Torelli continued to smile as he pulled a wad of cash out of his pocket. Andy’s eyes grew wide. Mr. Torelli took four bills out of the wad and placed them on the desk next to him. “The money’s here. Just waiting for you to come over here and suck my cock.”

    Andy swallowed the sudden lump in his throat. Was Mr. Torelli still pulling his leg? A man like that couldn’t be a fag, right? By Andy’s definition, he couldn’t be since he wasn’t the one sucking some other dude’s cock.

    “I’m not a fag,” he said softly, but took one step forward.

    Mr. Torelli smiled with superiority. The one day stubble on the man’s cheek looked as rough as him. “You’ll be what I want you to be, Andy.”

    Andy just nodded, without even knowing what he was agreeing to. A couple more steps and he was standing right in front of Mr. Torelli.

    “What are you waiting for? On your knees, boy,” Mr. Torelli ordered.

    Andy kneeled slowly, his eyes never leaving Mr. Torelli’s. Was this really happening? Minutes ago, he was a straight boy looking for work. Now he was getting on his knees for a dude.

    But four hundred bucks were four hundred bucks. In the off-chance that Mr. Torelli wasn’t looking to fuck him over, the money was his. All he needed was to close his eyes, put the man’s cock between his lips and do that thing.

    He shuddered just thinking of it. He had his eyes closed tightly, and he was trying to fight the instinct telling him to jump to his feet and run without looking back. The sound of rustling clothes made him want to sneak a peek.

    He noted Mr. Torelli’s expensive watch as the guy’s hands moved in front of him. Mr. Torelli was wasting no time, and he was now pulling out the biggest cock Andy had ever seen in his life. Was he going to suck that thing? Gross.

    Yet, it wasn’t disgust what he felt. The musky smell of Mr. Torelli’s groin was making him feel funny. It wasn’t like the guy smelled of piss or sweat or something like that. There was still the smell of expensive soap wafting from his groin to Andy’s nose, but his male scent was present, too.

    Andy leaned forward, inhaling. This wasn’t disgusting him as he thought it would.

    “Do you like to smell me?”

    Andy caught himself in time, and moved his head to one side, feeling guilty.

    “Come on,” Mr. Torelli said while grabbing his cock and pushing it into Andy’s cheek.

    Andy could feel a trail of something wet and sticky on his skin. He turned his head enough so that he could face the one-eyed monster. And what a monster it was, that thing! The head was dark red and looked even bigger from up close. Andy moved one hand to feel the rest of it. It was like solid steel under his fingers. That cock had seen action in its life. It wasn’t only rock hard, it was crossed by thick veins, too.

    Without overthinking things, Andy began moving his hand, making the skin go over the glans, and causing more clear fluid to pour from it.

    “Lick it,” Mr. Torelli ordered.

    Andy put his tongue out. He didn’t really want to do this, but he needed to. If he wasn’t enjoying it, he couldn’t be some fag. He licked and felt a salty taste on his tongue. That wasn’t so bad. And it was like his, only heavier, and more.

    He half-closed his eyes as he continued to lick. For some weird reason, he wanted to feel that taste more. It was making him curious or something. A firm hand grabbed his hair at the back of his head, and the head he was tasting pushed, without warning, through his lips.

    Andy tried to move back, but the hand was holding him, pushing him forward.

    “Open your mouth wide. If I feel your teeth, I’ll beat the shit out of you,” Mr. Torelly commanded firmly.

    The dude was insane. Andy forced his mouth open, but the head of that monster thing hit the back of his throat fast, making him gag. He pressed his hands against Mr. Torelli’s strong thighs, and pulled his head free, coughing, and trying hard not to puke.

    “I had to check if you weren’t lying,” Mr. Torelli said, but he didn’t sound like he wanted to apologize for that.

    “Lying about what?” Andy asked, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

    “About sucking cock. I’m glad to see you didn’t lie. Now get back to work.”

    Andy mumbled something, not daring to really say something against the man.

    “What? Did you think making this kind of cash was easy? There’s a reason why it’s called a blowjob. It’s a pretty hard job.” Mr. Torelli laughed at his own choice of words.

    Andy placed himself back on his knees, but now he was wary of Mr. Torelli trying to choke him with his cock. He placed both his hands on the man’s dick and took only what he could into his mouth. Thankfully, the guy didn’t force him this time.

    He was getting into a rhythm. It was like a hand job, only that he was also using his mouth. It wasn’t that bad. If he wasn’t thinking he was basically doing a thing only fags did, he could do it.

    Only that it was hard to ignore the hard thing in his mouth. It was a bit overwhelming, and the to and fro movement was making Andy think of something, something he could not put his finger on, but was making his breathing become deeper while his skin was like caught on fire.

    “Go more now, go more,” Mr. Torelli said to him, and the man’s voice seemed urgent.

    Andy tried. But the soonest he felt the enormous head touching him too deep, he withdrew.

    “Breathe through your nose. Like this,” Mr. Torelli ordered again, grabbing his hair and pulling his head back a little.

    When the man drove back into his mouth, making him gag again, Andy squirmed. The thing was in his throat now, pushing past his gag reflex, and his entire body was revolting. He could do nothing about it, only panic.

    “Breathe,” Mr. Torelli barked at him.

    Andy grabbed that order like a straw thrown to a drowning man. He started to breathe through his nose, his eyes filled with tears. He opened them to look up at Mr. Torelli. The man had a strange smile that made him squirm some more.

    To steady his position, Andy placed one hand in front, between his legs, brushing over his groin. What the hell? He was … hard?

    He pulled away his hand and placed it on Mr. Torelli’s thigh, again.

    “I’m going to fuck your throat now, Andy, okay? Don’t try to run away. Don’t close your mouth. I’ll fuck your mouth so good.”

    Andy just nodded. Mr. Torelli was hard as a rock, lodged inside his throat now, but maybe he was close. He focused on his breathing, trying to ignore what he now knew was his own cock struggling and rubbing against the zipper of his jeans. Of all days, he had chosen that one to go commando. His cock was going to suffer some serious bruising.

    “Yes, Andy, you’re doing good, boy,” Mr. Torelli began talking. “You look like you were born for this, to have a mouth full of cock. Damn, you look fine. Just take it, fuck, take it. I’m going to shoot a load straight into your stomach.”

    Andy could swear he was insane to feel his cock twitch and jerk at those fucking dirty words. But that was the only thing happening to him and he could not think of anything else. Mr. Torelli grabbed the back of his head and pushed his cock so hard into Andy’s throat that his balls smashed against Andy’s chin.

    Andy was filling his nostrils with the smell of Mr. Torelli’s groin. Probably his eyes were rolling in his head now, from lack of air, or from something else. The guy’s cock was jerking inside his throat, and his load, as he said it earlier, was shot straight into Andy’s stomach.

    Mr. Torelli was cursing loudly now, groaning and moaning, making Andy’s hair stand on air from fear mixed with excitement. If he died by being choked with a cock, he was a stupid sucker.

    Just as brutally, Mr. Torelli pulled back, finally letting Andy breathe. Andy did exactly that, heaving, trying to get as much air inside as possible.

    “Not done,” Mr. Torelli said.

    Andy stared at him without believing his eyes. Mr. Torelli was rubbing his cock fast.

    “What?” he mumbled.

    “I never shoot a single load.”

    Andy opened his mouth to ask how the fuck that was possible, but he was grabbed by the hair again. This time, Mr. Torelli didn’t drive all his cock inside; instead, he began using Andy’s lips like a fleshlight, moving fast between them.

    “Suck. Don’t sit there like that,” Mr. Torelli ordered again.

    Andy tried. He really tried.

    “Open your mouth and wait for my load,” Mr. Torelli said.

    This one, at least, was easy. Andy moved his head like he had seen girls do it in pornos, and waited with his mouth open wide.

    “Yes, fuck, take this, you fucking pretty cocksucker,” Mr. Torelly shouted, and began filling his mouth with jizz.

    Now that had to be gross. Andy felt his tongue coated with cum, and his mouth filling up quickly. But instead of disgust, his cock was still twitching in his jeans like a complete moron.

    “Yes, show me,” Mr. Torelli said, this time, finally finished, by the looks of things.

    Andy stood there.

    “Yes, nice.” Mr. Torelli smiled and played with one finger inside Andy’s mouth, coating the inside of his cheeks and the roof of his mouth with jizz. “Swallow that. No, wait,” he ordered.

    Andy first closed, then opened his mouth wider. If he did everything the guy said, the money was his right. But some of the sperm in his mouth now flew down his chin. It was only a little, right?

    Mr. Torelli towered over him and was boring his eyes into Andy’s. Then he did something that took Andy completely by surprise. He steadied Andy’s jaw with one hand and then he spat into his mouth.

    Andy recoiled a little. It wasn’t like spit was worse than cum, but somehow that felt nasty.

    “Now swallow,” Mr. Torelli said with satisfaction, closing Andy’s jaw.

    He did, but he could feel his stomach revolting a little. Maybe he was getting a bit green in the face now because Mr. Torelli was laughing.

    “Ah, damn, you spilled a little,” Mr. Torelli pointed at his shoes, on which a few drops of cum had fallen. “Lick it, or it won’t be a job well done.”

    “Are you serious?” Andy murmured.

    “Dead serious. Get to work,” Mr. Torelli ordered.

    Andy wanted to crawl out of his skin at this point. But, instead of telling the guy in his face that was enough, he bent over the guy’s shoes and licked the drops of jizz. If his damned cock could just stop twitching already.

    “Good. Now let me see you,” Mr. Torelli said.

    A bit shaky, Andy stood up. Mr. Torelli had a smug smile on his face. He didn’t flinch when Mr. Torelli grabbed whatever remained of his jizz on Andy’s cheek and chin and pushed it all into his mouth.

    “Good job, boy,” Mr. Torelli said. “Now, thank me for taking my cum and spit.”

    Andy’s eyes grew wide. “Give me the money,” he said and opened his hand.

    Mr. Torelli laughed. “I was wondering where your limit was. If you had said ‘yes’ to this, too, I would have taken you and put you under lock and key right now. Here’s the money, kid. You earned it.”

    Andy grabbed the money and looked down. Now he needed to scram and fast, before Mr. Torelli changed his mind about putting him away or about the money.

    “Hey, Andy,” Mr. Torelli called at him from behind. “If you ever need easy money, just come by. Tell the men in front you’re my BJ boy.”

    “BJ?” Andy half turned.

    “Yeah. You’re my blowjob boy now.”

    Andy didn’t know how fast to get out of the room. He didn’t even count the money. He just stashed them into his pocket and ran through the front door, without a look back.

    ***

    He put the money on the table and hurried to the bathroom. There were furious tears in his eyes as he pulled his cock free and began jerking it off in front of the sink.

    Andy looked at his own image in the mirror. He opened his mouth, trying to image how he must have looked while Mr. Torelli had asked him to sit there, with his mouth open and full of jizz.

    “BJ boy,” he told himself in the mirror as he shot a fountain.

    That was the worst fap of his life. He had been used, humiliated, jizzed in his stomach and his mouth, and he had the boner of his life.

    He wasn’t going to do it again. That was a one-time thing.

    “Andy, what’s with the money on the table?” his mother asked him through the door, making him jump.

    “I helped George repair something,” Andy shouted. “You can use it for rent and stuff.”

    “Okay,” his mother said. “You’re not doing anything illegal, Andy, are you?”

    Andy had no idea if being a BJ boy for Mr. Torelli counted as something illegal. But he wasn’t going to go back there again, so it didn’t matter. Was he?


    AN: Thanks for reading this piece of mine. I’m writing a lot of stories with this sort of high heat. You can check out my latest, Wrong Hole, on Smashwords.

  • Turned into a BB sub btm

    After tasting Tim’s hot load I was hooked, even if i wasn’t he still was making me his bitch so there was no choice.  We both sank back into the hot tub, I lit a smoke letting it all sink in on what just happened; with my sisters boyfriend……… After about 20 min he breaks the silence once again “stand up and bend over” his tone is that of control there was no asking he was telling me what to do. I stand up bend over the edge with my ass facing him, a little worried on what he was thinking or planning; time seems to be going in slow monition waiting for what comes next.  Without a word I feel his hands on my ass and spreading it apart, then I feel his warm breath on my hole and his tounge starts to lick in a circular motion around it.  In it goes forcing my tight previously untouched hole open, the sensation is nothing like I’ve ever felt, sending shivers across my body; I’m melting like putty as he starts switching back and forth from deep tounge fucks to slow licking.

    He withdraws his face from my hole, places 1 of his muscular hands on my left shoulder with force holding me down his other hand finds my hole with his middle finger and slips it in easily from his spit. In and out it goes, it feels amazing having something penetrating me; out slips his middle finger and in goes his index and middle fingers.  I takes a little more work to get them both in but my hole finally gives and he slides in to his knuckles as he continues this I can’t help but let out moans to the great feeling I’m experiencing.  He dives back in hard holding them in me and comes to my ear “we’re gonna have to work this hole much harder if  you don’t want my thick cock splitting you in 2 bitch” all I can do is shake my head yes as he starts to wiggle his fingers in me. 

    He leans back moves his strong hand from my shoulder to the back of my neck keeping me pinned to the side of the hot tub, removes his fingers from hole bends down and spits in it. His grip gets tighter on my neck when without warning or hesitation he shoves 3 fingers in me to his knuckles; I try to squirm away having my tight hole forced open like this but there’s no where for me to go he has me pinned where he wants me. He starts to really assault my hole fucking my tight hole with his 3 fingers occasionally keeping them in me tickling my prostate. I lay there pinned to the side of the hot tub moaning in both pleasure and pain, wanting more but not sure I can handle it if this is how it feels with just his fingers.

    By this time the sun is starting to make its way to the horizon, he withdraws this fingers moves his hand from my neck to my hair grabs hold and pulls me back to face him. As soon as I’m turned around to face him he spits in my face and sticks his fingers in my mouth “taste your hole bitch, this is nothing yet”.  He withdraws his fingers lets go of my hair, “your sisters gonna be getting up soon, go get some rest cuz when she leaves for work it’s just you and me in this house”.

    We get out dry off and go into the house trying to be as quite as we can, he doesn’t make it easy cuz soon as we get inside he pushes me against the wall covers my mouth pulls down my boxer briefs and shoves his finger up my hole like he’s trying to lift me off the ground. After another few minutes of another finger fuck he pulls me from the wall and walks me to a bedroom, while still having his finger in me. At the door he removes his finger spins me around and spits in my face “be ready bitch cuz I wont be holding back when I can’t get caught”.

    I lay in bed, my mind spinning and racing about the last few hours and not sure how I got myself into this; my dick is rock hard thinking about what he said.  I start jerking off over what’s happened and what’s about to cum and it doesn’t take long for me to spray my load all over my chest and face.  I lick off a little by mouth but decide to leave the rest and drift off to sleep.

    Tim wakes me up a few hours later in the most shocking and humiliating way.

    I’m jolted awake by what felt like being hit with a super soaker to the face; but it’s really warm and has stench that in my sleepiness I can’t figure out.  I finally open my eyes to find Tim standing on the bed over me holding his dick ” about time you woke up bitch, open wide”; that’s what I smelt piss, he’s waking me up by pissing on me. I felt gross being drenched in his piss, I’ve jerked off thinking about a lot of different things with guys but this was not 1 of them.  I was caught in my own thinking that I forgot he gave me an order till I felt his foot pressing my balls into the bed, he kept adding my pressure till my mouth was open but I couldn’t make a sound it was hurting so bad. With my mouth finally open he finished what he started drenching me now both inside and out.

    He releases my balls shakes of his dick and steps off the wet bed, “Get your bitch ass up and to the basement, no one can hear anything from down there”. He walks out of the room and hear him go down the stairs. I get up soaked in his piss and follow his lead. I am no way prepared for his kind of thinking.

    What’s he planned for me in the basement……

  • Straight, Gay, Top, Bottom à la carte

    Brad & Bruce are 19-year-old identical twins but do not have the same sexual orientation. Brad is aa gay Top and Bruce is attracted to girls with big boobs. They were born in New Liskeard, a northeastern town in the province of Ontario, Canada. Lake Temiskaming (Lac Témiscamingue in French) separates it from the province of Québec.

    In 2004, New Liskeard was amalgamated with the town of Haileybury and the township of Dymond to create Temiskaming Shores, with a total population of 9,634 according to the Canada 2021 Census. English is the mother tongue of 66.4% of Temiskaming Shore’s population, while 28.4% of the city’s residents predominantly speak French.

    The twins’ parents are Franco-Ontarians, fluent in both of Canada’s official languages (French and English). At the primary level, Brad and Bruce were sent to the new École publique des Navigateurs. Eight years later, they registered at Temiskaming District Secondary School. They now attend Northern College, home to the Veterinary Technology programs, including advanced diplomas in Wildlife Rehabilitation (Brad’s option) and Companion Animal Physical Rehabilitation (Bruce’s option).

    The twins enjoy fishing and live in the right place to fulfill their hobby. There are 30 species in Lake Timiskaming; the best known are northern pike, sturgeon, lake trout, bass, carp, whitefish and walleye (the latter is also called yellow pike or yellow pickerel). Brad often prefers fishing for something else, or should I say someone else…?

    On the shore of the lake, in a secluded area, there is a nude beach that attracts men and women from both Ontario and Québec. A trail in the bush is well-known to men who enjoy cock sucking and ass fucking. Many of them are married and have children.

    Whenever he is horny, Brad hangs around in that cruising area for hot encounters. One of the first guys he met (and fucked) is Fred, a former classmate who was called a sissy in primary school and a faggot in high school. At the time, Fred did not even know the meaning of these homophobic words. A bully went as far as calling Fred a fucking cock sucker.

    I’m going too fast. Let’s step back in time. Brad and Bruce are two handsome guys who grew up in a bonding environment. They shared the same room until puberty. They showered together and noticed how their chiseled chest, their round butt and their thick cut dick were identical. One physical difference: Brad has a birth mark in his groin, a red spot in the shape of a heart. Gay or straight, it’s pretty sexy!

    The twins discovered together the difference between a penis and a cock. A penis eliminates urine. A cock gets hard and shoots loads of jizz. At the age of 16 or 17, Brad and Bruce masturbated together to see who would have the biggest and creamiest explosion. It was usually a tie (and a mess on the bedsheets).

    Bruce’s girlfriend is Jennifer. She has big tits that arouse her handsome boyfriend, that get him ready to fuck hard and deep. For some unknown reason, Jennifer does not want to suck Bruce’s cock. He shares this info with Brad, who immediately offers to make a demonstration. Bruce accepts, but insists that this will note change his straight sexual orientation.

    Brad licks from the tight hairy testicules up to the spongy pink knob. His lips kiss the shaft, his teeth chew the tip of the dagger, while his hands squeeze the lemon-size balls. As he feels the magic of his brother’s mouth, Bruce can’t help moaning with pleasure. It seams that his cock has never become so hard, so pulsing. The rush of semen adds an extra inch to the already long sword. 

    When Bruce feels that he is on the verge of exploding, he yells out: “I’m coming soon!”, thinking that Brad will let the juicy cock out of his mouth to spurt on the bed. That is not the case. Brad intensifies his sucking skills to generate the biggest ever creamy load… and to swallow it avidly.

    Part of the jizz overflows on his lips and chin. Brad goes one step further and pulls away from the dripping juicy cock to kiss Bruce on the mouth, mixing semen and saliva in the hottest French kiss his brother has ever experienced. “Holy Fuck! I never expected that finale”, stammers the confused twin brother. “I have a hunch that you will want to experience it again soon”, replies Brad.

    He could not have said it better. But after a few hard juicy oral sessions, the scenario evolves, and Bruce says that he wants to experience it the other way around. He wants to suck Brad’s dick and maybe even taste the brotherly whipped cream. At least once a month, the twins position themselves for a hot 69.

    To confirm that he is not gay, Bruce continues to date Jennifer, and to fuck her in the missionary position. She obviously doesn’t want a dick up her ass. But the older twin (Bruce was born two minutes before Brad) starts fantasizing on fucking his brother’s butt. He knows that Brad is a Top and may not let him realize this fantasy. The next time Brad sucks Bruce and transforms his dick into a volcano, they discuss the possibility of… further exploration of… the gay world. When Brad hears what’s on Bruce’s mind, he sets a condition: “You can fuck me if I first get to pound your ass.”

    “Would that make me bisexual?” wonders Bruce. He reflects on the situation, telling himself that being ass-fucked just once would not change his supposedly straight identity. Isn’t there a saying that goes like “it does no harm just this once”? First step, the twins shower together. Brad gets a hard-on in no time, slides his cock up and down Brad’s crack, darts the hole with his tongue (introducing his twin brother to rimming), then lubricates the entrance with soap, and slowly but firmly inserts his whanger in the not so begging hole.

    “It hurts too much”, cries out Bruce. “Relax, man, no pain no gain!” replies Brad who shoves his dick in and out in a “caressing way”. That’s how Bruce gradually experiences how pain can become pleasure. He ends up shooting: “Fill my trunk with as much junk as you can! This is heaven on earth!”

    After a quick rinse and a long kiss, the twins move onto the bed, Brad lying on his stomach, inviting Bruce to penetrate him. The “older” twin finds out that fucking a woman in the missionary position does not compare with fucking a guy’s tight ass hole. Man-to-man pleasure far exceeds the thrill he has experienced so far with Jennifer.

    Even though Bruce enjoys eating his girlfriend’s pussy, he gradually prefers to have a cock in his mouth, to feel a virile tool operate its magic. Two or three times a week, the twin position themselves for a steamy 69. Bruce not only sucks Brad’s cock and balls; he kisses the red birth mark in the shape of a heart with frenzy. This makes him bound like never before: “Brad’s heart his mine!”

    I let you decide if Bruce will end his straight dating to embrace a same-sex relationship with his “younger” twin brother…