Date: Sat, 7 Aug 2004 02:39:28 -0400 From: rondoray@webtv.net Subject: The Other Ones 13 Daddy Santa Claus ------------------------- Well, if you have a rich Daddy like we do it shows now and again. Christmas and holidays in General or just about any old time he could come home with gifts for somebody, when he went far afield for the company he could bring back some real zingers. Martin and I were both in bed wide awake just about an hour before you could see the sun rise. Softly we conversed as we both laid in our beds and stared at the ceiling, not touching. "The last time he went to England and he brought us both back an Atari set, I had a bit of trouble figuring out why he got us those, they sell those things right in town". "Yeah, he brought us back new bikes too, scads more efficient than the old ones we had, English mountain bikes with fifteen speed gears". "He just may bring us back some of that turkeys and silver jewelry that the Indians make by hand" I mused, "There's a lot of it out there where he went". "That's 'Turqoise' jewelry Brother dear, you should know that". "Yeah, I should" I said, taking a playful poke at him, when I did he grabbed my hand and held on to it, I didn't try to pull it away, I was glad he was holding it. Then, looking at me out of the tops of his eyes he brought it to his lips and gently kissed my fingers. We kept our beds only two inches apart, there was a reason for this too. Rolling over closer to him I said "You've got my hand hostage so I just thought I'd send the rest of me over too". All we were wearing were our jockey shorts, the Summer had set in with it's high temperatures so that's how we slept. We embraced and snuggled into each other closely, we both knew at once that we had erections and we pushed our aroused groins into each other fiercely. Reaching down I pulled his briefs off and then I got into position a little bit better and began to give him a blow job, at the same time he went and pulled my shorts off too. "Oh Chrissey, it's like you're making the sun come up by sucking me off" and it was a valid illusion cause as I labored on his willy the air in and out of the bedroom was getting brighter. I was still sleepy a little and he was too and we both relaxed just enough so he cummed, oh my, Marty could form a real gusher if it was early enough in the day. "Now you" he said and rolled over and raised his rump into the air and rested his head on the bed. I got the grease and did what had to be done, then I knelt up behind him and put it in, then I got right to work rolling my hips so I was driving my cock right up into him, "Oooooooooh, yes Chrissey, that feels so good" and my heart began to pound. In the still brightening dawn we went on, writhing and squirming, weaving and rolling every which way but perfectly syncronized even so, thrills and increasing emotions were rocketing us to a flashpoint where we would soon have our first cum of the day in each other's arms and it was going to be a long day too, of that I was sure. Then I shot it up into him and we went "Ooooooooooo" and then we laid there for a while and he pulled himself away and said "Let's get our breakfast" and we started getting dressed. We did that fast enough and went shooting down the stairs in the way that only eleven year olds can, then, as we were walking into the kitchen who do you suppose was sitting there over a big plate of eggs, bacon, sausage and hash brown potatoes. Well, Daddy's the only one we know who eats stuff like that for breakfast. "Hi guys" he said and we said "Hi Daddy". In Tijuana he had gotten a deep, golden tan thanks to the Mexican weather and he looked great. We poured corn flakes in the bowls in front of us topping it off with milk and strawberry preserves made and canned by Nana and Mother personally, then, after we both poured some orange juice I said "We missed you Daddy". "I missed you guys too but the front office told me that I could spend the winter here and I won't have to go in the field again till May so I guess I won't leave you for a while". We kept working on our delicious breakfast of cornflakes and strawberry jam swimming in milk and Daddy continued, "Did you guys ever hear of a factory in Mexico, the Bultaco plant"? and we said "No". "Well, like a lot of places in the World they make Motor bikes, some are pretty good too". "They make big cycles like Harley Davidson and they also make little motorbikes and mopeds". "The small ones aren't fast enough so you can ride them on the open road in highway traffic but on a farm they're one way for kids to get around and they go about as fast as a horse". "Come on out back a minute boys" he said and we did. Parked in the back was a small recreational vehicle and it had a trailer hooked onto the back of it, a flat one with no sides or tailgate. Firmly latched to the floor of this trailer and tied down with lashings were three two wheeled motor vehicles of some kind and Daddy said, "Read what's written on the gas tanks Chrissey" and I said "It says 'Bultaco' on all three of them Daddy" and Daddy said "Read some more" and the bike on the right said 'Chris' and the one in the middle said 'Daddy Cyrus' (Daddy's name) and the one on the left said 'Martin'. "They've got our names on them Daddy" and Daddy said, "Souvenirs of Mexico for all three of us" and me and Martin said "Thanks Daddy". Then he went into the trailer and brought out three Miriachi style sombreros, and several different size boxes. Six in all and in twos the same size, marked with our names and decorated in Mexican motifs, Martin and I opened the ones that were the largest but the same size first. Inside there were black leather vests in each one, decorated with a number of turquise and silver conchos, four on the front and four on the back. The only closure on the front was two buttons and a string loop. "Thanks Daddy, they look great." And the other boxes had in them rings and I.D. bracelets, all done in turquoise and silver. "It's going to be a hot one again today, if you want to go in the R.V. and change into them there's some cool clothes in there for you to wear". We looked into the R.V. and we saw too pairs of black cowboy boots and two pairs of black leather speedos, we changed into them and while we were in there Daddy had taken down our new mopeds and they were standing on the ground now on their kickstands. Rodney came over, he had been watching from a discreet distance, "Hi guys" he said, "Boy your Father sure got you a lot of great stuff" and Cyrus said "Is this the same Rodney that I used to know, gosh, how nice he's become". "We did it with love Daddy, all he wanted was somebody to ball with and boy, does he know how to make love". Cyrus said, "I didn't like the old Rodney at all but as he is now he looks very interesting" then he said to Rodney, "If you don't mind riding on my gas tank I'd like you to come along with us when we road test our new bikes" and Rodney said, "I'd be honored".