Date: Tue, 10 Apr 2007 07:52:02 -0400 (EDT) From: Herb Cat Subject: Rip Folder: Around the World 1 - New York Around the World 1 - New York Copyright 2007 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission. Please note: this story depicts oral and anal sex between male adults and male minors. If this offends you or is illegal to publish in your jurisdiction, or you are under the age of 18, read no further. The characters, locations and incidents in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. As an author, I welcome feedback on my writing. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you. ----- When I wrote the 12th installment of Rip, the epilogue, I thought I was finished, but the characters kept coming back to me, asking to be revived, especially Malcolm, his newest boy lover Juan, and Juan's little brother Pepito. My readers also encouraged me to continue. And so I begin this new adventure, a trip around the world. You won't be seeing Rip himself much in this new story; however, since the Rip saga laid the foundation for this one, I am adding these installments to the Rip folder. .oOo. "Can I please have more mash tatoes, Señor Chuggy?" "Of course you can, Pepito. You need to eat lots and get strong for your big adventure." Pepito's mother, Maria, couldn't stop expressing her gratitude. "Gracias, Señor Chucky. It is so kind of you to let us stay in your apartment here in New York. And you too, Señor Ricky." "Believe me, Maria. We would do anything for our good friend Malcolm. How about it, Malcolm? Are you and little Juan getting enough to eat?" "I know I am, Chucky, and it looks like Juan here is eating enough for a whole army!" This remark made Juan giggle, which caused him to spit mashed potato out, and everyone laughed. "Save some room for some of my world famous cherry pie," Ricky advised. "So, Malcolm, I know you explained this to Chucky, but I've been so busy getting ready for my upcoming fashion show, I haven't taken the time to get filled in. Where exactly are you going?" "I'm planning on going around the world with my boys here. The itinerary is pretty rough, intentionally so." Malcolm pulled a paper out of his pocket and handed it to Chucky. "This is our Maybe List. It has all the places we might see." "You didn't take me around the world when I was Juan's age," complained Chucky, half-jokingly. "Well, the opportunity didn't present itself then. I would have loved to do this with all my boys." Ricky continued his questions, "So, what happened that gave you the opportunity now, Malcolm?" "Well, you remember Tony." "Tony Johnson?" Chucky corrected Ricky, "No, the other Tony, the tennis star. Of course we knew him as just a local kid before he made it big." Malcolm continued, "Well, he certainly did make it big. But he's decided to quit the professional circuit. He's thirty now, and he sees a lot of young competitors biting at his heels. His father has been after me for years to sell the racquet club. Finally, with his son available now, they made me an offer I couldn't refuse, $2.5 million. Plus I get to keep a 5% interest in the club. Having Tony's name on the sign should bring in lots of new business. And what's more, I can come by any time to give private lessons to young boys." "Wow, that sounds like a sweetheart deal, all around." "So, I went to my accountant and he put me into some investment funds that should keep me comfortable for the rest of my life. I figured I'd worked hard for over twenty years; it was time to enjoy myself. I'd always wanted to see the world. And of course, I wanted to take Juan along with me, `cause he's my little sweetheart." Malcolm kissed the top of Juan's head. His sweetheart was just over four feet tall, not fat but well toned for his height. He had a lovely light coffee skin color, jet black hair, and big round innocent black eyes. Malcolm continued his answer to Ricky, "Then I thought Juan and his brother would miss each other for all those months, so I decided to ask Pepito to come also. I told him he'd have to share a bed with Juan and me but he didn't seem to mind." "Nah, I don't mind, Señor Malcolm. Juan says it's fun in bed with you. I can't wait to see what you guys do. He says you guys fug." "Hehe, yep, we do, Pepito. You'll get a chance to watch us do lots of fun things." Poor Pepito was kind of scrawny. He had his brother's skin and hair, but not his robust healthy-looking body. But he always knew what to say that would turn Malcolm to mush. Malcolm went on, "I know that two little boys can sometimes be a handful, so I was hoping Maria would might go with us. Luckily for me, she agreed to come along." "Oh, Señor Malcolm, I am the lucky one. I've never been anywhere except Mexico and the US. My poor Pedro, God bless his soul, worked so hard but he never earned enough to do something like this." "I'm glad I can do it for Pedro's two wonderful niños, Maria." Ricky still had a lot of questions. "It's a long time to leave your house, Malcolm." "Well, that's where Chucky's brother comes in. Harry was `between jobs,' as they say. . . ." "Like always," laughed Chucky. "He was all excited when he called to tell me you asked him to housesit while you're gone. He'll get to use both the house in town and the cabin at the lake." "And my car," added Malcolm. "Shit, really? He didn't tell me that. Hope you still have something left of it when you get home." "Your brother's a good kid, Chucky. He just needs to learn to focus is all." "Well, when Harry told me you guys would be coming through New York on your way to Europe, I insisted that you stay here with us a few days." "And I seconded that," added Ricky. "It's always good to see people from the old home town. And we finally get to use the guest bedroom." Maria apologized, "I feel terrible taking that big bed and making Señor Malcolm sleep on the pull out bed in the living room." "No, Maria," Malcolm insisted. "With all these men around, a lady needs her privacy. And anyway, as long as I can share my bed with your two precious angels, I'm happy. You know that." Ricky speculated, "I'm sure you're going to be in some very interesting sleeping accommodations on this trip. Some hotels will probably assume you're man and wife." "Yes, I thought of that. And that mistake could actually make things easier for us in some countries. And I couldn't think of a prettier woman to have as my wife." Malcolm winked. Maria blushed. "Oh, Señor Malcolm." "Is Señor Malgum going to marry Mommy, Juan," Pepito asked innocently. Everyone laughed. "No, Silly," Juan said. But his brother was still confused. "Don't you love Mommy, Señor Malgum?" "Pepito, I like your Mommy a lot. She is the best mother in the world for you boys. But I could never love her the way your daddy did." Then, turning to Ricky, Malcolm continued, "It took us longer to get ready than I thought. The boys had to get passports, and that took a long time. They also had appointments with Dr. Gupta." "OK," Ricky continued, "But what about the boys' school? They're going to miss a whole year." "Juan is in sixth grade now and Pepito just went into first. Maria and I spoke to both their teachers. They filled us in on the whole curriculum, and I don't see any problem. Of course both boys are going to get a hands-on course in world geography. And we'll visit historic sites, and learn all about the different cultures. I hope they learn that all people are pretty much the same under the skin. For math, we'll be changing dollars into Euros and all kinds of other currency, as well as converting kilometers to miles and celsius to fahrenheit, and kilograms, and liters, and all sorts of practical problems like that. For Science, we'll find out what animals live in different ecosystems." "And they'll be learning a lot about human anatomy too," Ricky joked. "At least the male anatomy. So what about reading and writing?" "We have a laptop with us and we'll do lots of reading online about the places we go to. And we set up a blog. Juan is going to post reports about what he's doing for his teacher to read, as well as his friends, and my friends, and anyone else that's interested. And Pepito will draw pictures to post there." "Chucky and I will watch for it. We want to learn all about what you're doing, Juan." "Uh," Chucky decided to qualify, "I don't think you need to tell all the details, though, on your blog. You don't want to get poor Malcolm into trouble." "Don't worry, Chucky, Juan is just as discrete as you were. You can be sure we'll be having lots of fun that you won't read about on the blog." "Psst, Juan," whispered Pepito, "what's duz grete?" "That means I ain't gonna write about us fucking and stuff. That's like a secret." "Oh, OK. Then I won't draw pitchers of that neither." Again, everyone laughed, and Malcolm gave Pepito a big hug. One more thing bothered Ricky. "Uh, Malcolm, Chucky told me about Pepito's condition." "I got epilepsy." Pepito announced like it was a badge of honor. Then he proudly showed Ricky his Medic Alert bracelet. "I used to get fits, but I don't get them no more." "Pepito's right. Maria and I spoke to Dr. Gupta and the Dylantin seems to be working. The pharmacist was able to get us a 6 month supply, and if we run out he can FedEx more. We made sure the laptop was flicker-free, and it comes with an antiglare screen. We bought him some polarized sunglasses for outdoors. Pepito knows not to sit too close to the TV, and more and more countries are now adopting the UK standards for TV broadcasts, which has really helped cut down on problems. We might encounter some odd things in other countries like faulty fluorescent bulbs. We'll have to always be on our toes, but we'll be monitoring him, and I think we're OK. We have Dr. Gupta's number handy if anything happens. He also gave us the name of a restaurant in New Delhi. His brother owns it and he said if we get to India we have to be sure to go there for the greatest curry in the world." "Señor Riggy?" "Yes, Pepito?" "I log your earring. It's real pretty." "Well, thank you, young man. Maria, I see your youngest boy has excellent tastes in fashion." Juan spoke up, "Señor Malcolm has a nose ring." Chucky and Ricky looked at Malcolm, whose face was turning a little red. "Is that true, Malcolm?" "Well, yes, but I don't wear it often. I didn't think it looked too professional at the club. And out in public, I thought it would attract too much attention. Juan, you can probably find it in my suitcase?" Juan ran to get it. "Sometimes, at home, I put it in, and then if I'm at a gay pride parade or in a real `gay' neighborhood, one with biker bars, I might wear it." "But I don't even see a hole?" Juan came back with the ring and something else which he held behind his back. Malcolm slipped the ring through his septum. "Wow," said Ricky, "not many guys get their septum pierced. Yeah, I can see how that could `cause heads to turn in public." "I sure don't remember you having that when I used to come to your house," remarked Chucky. "No, I got it pierced a couple years later when I was in New Guinea." Juan brought his hand out from behind his back holding the monkey bone. "Oh, Juan, you really do know how to embarrass a guy." At everyone's urging, Malcolm took out the gold ring and slipped in the bone. Pepito started giggling like mad, probably thinking of a picture he was going to draw. Malcolm took it out again. My time with the Sambia was so memorable, I carry the bone with me as a keepsake." "Are we going to visit them on our trip, Señor Malcolm?" "Well, gee, maybe we should. I'd like to see the village again. And see how Torang is doing." Malcolm took out a pen and added Sambia to the Maybe List. "I log your nose ring, Señor Malgum," said Pepito. "It makes you lug pretty." At the little boy's urging, Malcolm put the gold ring back in his nose. "I don't like it." Juan contested. "It scratches when you put your nose in my ass." Again everyone laughed. Chucky imagined that the monkey bone would scratch even worse. "Hmm," thought Malcolm, "I'll have to ask Torang what it feels like getting rimmed by a man with a bone stuck through his nose." "I think your ring makes you look like Toro," said Maria. She explained how growing up in Mexico, she often saw the bulls on their way to the bullring, and they always had rings in their noses. "Malcolm's nose isn't his only part that's like a bull," joked Chucky. For the rest of their stay in New York, he referred to Malcolm as Señor Toro, and every time it made the boys giggle. But Malcolm kept his nose ring packed away. .oOo. Juan's Blog September 10 - We got to New York two days ago. It is not like Minnesota at all! We are staying in a nice big apartment in Manhattan with these men Malcolm knows from back home. We can see Central Park. Yesterday we went to F A O Schwartz. It's a big big big toy store. We wanted to buy lots of things but we didn't `cause we was going on a trip and it was too much to carry on the plane. But Pepito and me each bought a teddy. Malcolm said they was travel bears. I named mine Rascal and Pepito's bear is Oso. Then we went to the Empire State Building and it was like so high up I wondered if I could see my house but Malcolm said no. The next day we took a boat called the Circle Line and saw everything in the city. Mommy cried when she saw the Statue of Liberty. She said we live in a great country. Tomorrow morning, we are going to go to the World Trade Center. They once was two big buildings there that got blowed up by bad people, and tomorrow they will have a ceremony there to remember it. Then later we'll go to Time Square where they have a place called TKTS, and we will get tickets for one of the Disney shows. I don't know which one. And then the next day we will take the Red Eye. That's a plane that goes to London. We miss all our friends. Juan .oOo. Following their last breakfast in New York, Chucky was helping Malcolm run through a final check of everything for the trip: passports, medication, digital camera, laptop, layered clothing, KY, ATM card, etc., etc. Across the kitchen table, Ricky was telling Maria about his three trips to Paris to visit the couturiers, and also the two weeks he and Chucky spent renting a villa outside of Nice. Maria thought they should add Nice to the Maybe List. Juan was busy in the corner writing his blog. After a while, Maria realized Pepito was being kind of quiet and decided to check on him. She came back in a few minutes and whispered to the three men to come and see something. Quietly, they followed her into the living room and saw Pepito kneeling beside the fold out bed where Rascal and Oso were playing, lost in his own imaginary world. Apparently, after a couple nights in bed with Malcolm and Juan, the two bears had observed a lot and were anxious to try some things themselves. "I love you," Pepito whispered in his Rascal bear voice. "I love you too," said a slightly higher bear voice, and the two bears pressed their snouts together, and tenderly kissed as Pepito smacked his lips over and over. Then Rascal moved down Oso's chest kissing every hair on his well stuffed pecs and abs, and finally buried his button nose into Oso's crotch accompanied by slurping noises. "Oh, yes, that feels so good," squeaked little Oso. "Now let me sug yours." Oso then went to work on Rascal's invisible beartool. "I want to rim you now, Oso." "OK!" And Rascal buried his furry face into Oso's furry rear end, along with more slurping sounds. "Are you gonna fug me now, Rascal?" "Yes, my sweet little angel bear." Pepito pressed the two dolls together front to front. "I love you so much, Oso. You are the best little bear in the whole world." But apparently, the mish position wasn't satisfying enough because then Pepito took Oso and bent him in two so Rascal could begin humping him doggy style. For two little stuffed animals just recently immigrated from F A O Schwartz, these bears were now getting into their lustful sex big time. "Oh, yes, yes, yes." Finally, Pepito turned Oso again and pulled his legs apart in a position a Steif bear was probably not designed to assume, and Rascal thrust himself between them. In no time, every sweaty hair on the little doll's body stood erect as Rascal whispered, "I'm gonna gum." The bear froze in position and then poured his imaginary bearspunk into Oso's invisible love tunnel. The two horny animals then flopped on the bed and smothered each other in loving kisses. Ricky grabbed a nearby box of Kleenex and passed them out for all four adults had tears in their eyes. They quietly went back to the kitchen, leaving Pepito to his delightful imagination. Malcolm smiled and wondered if Steif made any anatomically correct little bears. Ricky said he had two Billy Dolls, real collectors items, but he thought the bears were probably the best for little Pepito. Chucky laughed when he thought what those bears would look like in a few months, with their fur worn off various parts of their bodies. Maria said, "Well, I think it was really sweet. Pepito is lucky to learn so early how loving and compassionate sex could be. On my wedding night, I was scared stiff. I didn't know what to expect and poor Pedro, God bless his soul, had to exercise all his charms to get me into bed." While Maria was packing her suitcases, Ricky took Malcolm aside. "Listen, I've written a letter to my friend Pierre. He's a very creative up-and-coming couturier with a studio in Paris." Ricky showed Malcolm the letter. "Are you sure about this, Ricky?" "Absolutely. These past few days I've seen what a true lady Maria is. After all she's been through, she deserves this. But, please, she mustn't know anything about it." "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me." At 8 PM, Malcolm, Maria, Juan and Pepito were in their first class seats aboard British Airways flight 116 en route to Heathrow.