Date: Thu, 16 Dec 2004 18:49:19 EST
From: Justin0398@aol.com
Subject: An Urban Christmas by Justin Davis (M/t, mast, oral)

The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between a young male
and an older male. If material of this nature offends you then you should
not read this story.  Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in
most states you are not allowed to read this story by law.

This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to person's
living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely
coincidental.  Additionally, the actions of the characters in this story
are in no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their
actions.

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An Urban Christmas
By
Justin Davis

Chapter One

Fourteen-year-old Jason Barclay stood under the streetlight and rubbed
his arms through the cloth of the parka that he wore and stamped his
trainer shod feet.  It was cold, very cold, and it was two days before
Christmas.  He pulled his Cubs baseball cap more tightly down around his
head, further squashing his blonde curly mop of hair.

Here and there, a few snowflakes drifted downward from the overcast sky,
a portent that the weather forecast had been right.  The "lake effect"
snows were beginning and it would indeed be a White Christmas this year.

Jason had strategically placed himself a block away from the older kids
that hung around one block further north, in the area known as "The Meat
Market."  He didn't like hanging around with that crowd.  Most were older
and they were into drugs and all sorts of things.  After all, the times
that he had ventured down into the area, on the edge of the run down
section of the city in which he lived, it had been to get his peter
sucked for some bucks, and that was that.

As he stood there, trying to keep warm, he thought of his mom, who would
be soon getting off work again from her job at the ratty diner in which
she worked, trying to hold a family together composed of he and his
younger brother and herself.  Then, he snorted.  She would be drunk
before he even got home.

Fifty bucks was all he needed.  Fifty dollars would buy the tree from Old
Man Taylor's lot and a small present for his brother and his mom.  He had
already put ten dollars down on the tree from extra jobs he had done and
the tree was still there with his name on it.

"Come on! Come on!  Somebody pick me up!" Jason muttered under his
breath, as he jiggled up and down and rubbed himself in order to keep
warm in the biting cold.

Jason looked up toward the north and again saw a car stop and a boy get
into it up the block.

"Fucker!" he exclaimed, knowing that every older kid that got picked up
would lessen his chances for the night.

Christmas had been so much fun when his dad was alive, always a beautiful
tree and presents.  Now, in the last three years, it had been a miracle
to even have any kind of Christmas at all.

For three years now, he had done odd jobs, and everything he could, to
insure that there was a tree and something under it for his brother and
mom.  He had even started coming down to "The Meat Market" because his
brother had needed a book bag to start school that fall.  A quick suck of
his five-inch peter, and the book bag was a lock.

"Oh, God!  Please!  Someone stop!" Jason muttered to himself, jiggling up
and down even more because the cold was biting deeper and deeper into
him, as the snowflakes began to fall even heavier.

Again, he looked up the street, and another kid hopped into a Cadillac.

"God damned fucker!" Jason exclaimed, as he saw Timmy Hanson get into the
big Cadillac.  "Shit!  That fucking fag ain't even got as much dick as I
got!" Jason exclaimed, and rubbed his arms more in an attempt to keep
warm.

It was then that a red Lamborghini swiftly pulled up to the curb and
stopped where Jason stood under the streetlight.  His jaw dropped at the
sight of the red sports car, for he knew how expensive they were.

"Oh fuck!" Jason murmured under his breath as the passenger side window
glided down and he saw the portly man, with the salt and pepper beard,
dressed in a red sweater and dark pants sitting behind the wheel.

"Hey!  You need a ride kid?" the man asked.

"Uh, where you goin?" Jason replied.

"Well, down the way a bit.  I'm in town for a few days and I'm staying at
the Hyatt about five miles down the road near the lake front," the man
said.

Jason walked over to the car and leaned into the open window.

"Uh, you ain't a cop or nothing are yah?" he asked.

"Heavens no!" the man said, chuckling so heartily his whole body shook.
"I'm just an out of town guy looking for some fun.  I've been in town a
few days and tonight's my last night.  I have to leave in the morning,"
the portly man said.

"Uh, what kind of fun?" Jason asked, again prompting the man to laugh
heartily.

"I think you know, young man.  Then, again, maybe I'm wrong.  I'll just
go up the street back there.  I'm sure I can find what I'm looking for,"
the man said, pointing over his shoulder to what was left of the group of
boys waiting to be picked up.

"No, wait!  I know what you're talking about.  I'll go with yah!" Jason
said, an air of panic in his voice.

"Well, then.  Get in!  Get in!  It's cold out tonight!" the man said.

Jason opened the door and slid into the leather seat and immediately
noticed it was warm.  As he buckled the belt the man touched the switch
on his armrest and the passenger window glided up and closed.
Immediately, Jason noticed the soft sounds of Christmas music playing on
the car stereo.

"Oh fuck!" he exclaimed.

"What's the matter, young man?" the portly man asked.

"Oh nothing.  It's just that stupid music this time of year," Jason said,
as the Lamborghini accelerated away from the curb, prompting the man to
again chuckle.

"Yes, it's that time of year, a very busy season.  Shopping, buying
gifts, and all of that.  It's the busiest time of the year in many
countries."

"Whatever!" Jason said, a tone of disinterest in his voice.

"So, young man.  What's your name?"

"Jason."

"Nice name!  I'm partial to boys who have names with "J's."

"Oh brother!" Jason replied, rolling his eyes and head at the same time.

"Well, Jason.  My name's Christopher.  My friends call me Chris.  How old
are you, Jason?" the man asked.

"Uh, I'm sixteen," Jason replied, prompting the man to laugh so heartily
his whole body shook again.

"Well, whatever you say.  I should think you're probably not much over
fourteen.  But, no matter," the man responded.

"Look, mister.  You're strange!  You wanna suck my peter or not?"

"Well, I must say, Jason.  You're direct and to the point.  So, I'll be
as well.  Yes, I want to suck your peter and more, if you're willing,"
the man replied.

"Uh, wadda yah mean?"

"Well, for example, I would like for you to spend the night with me.
It's my last night in town."

"Uh, I can't do that.  My mom is expecting me home," Jason replied,
suddenly not liking the way the whole situation was going at all, but
prompting the man to laugh heartily again.

"You and I both know she won't know whether you are home or not, Jason."

"Uh, yeah she will.  I'll really get in trouble!"

"No, I don't think so, Jason.  By the way, how much do I have to pay for
sucking your peter?" the man asked, as they started away from the stop
light with a soft chirp of the tires.

"Uh, fifty bucks!"

"Well!  You must really have some peter!" the man replied, and laughed
heartily again.

"I got enough!" Jason said, shooting the man a "go to hell look."

"One hundred!  One hundred bucks for you to spend the night with me,
Jason."

"I told yah!  I can't do that.  Mom will be waiting for me to come home."

"Two hundred."

"Uh, really, I can't. Honest!"

"Three hundred!"

"Oh God!" Jason moaned, the prospect of more money in his hand than he
had ever had in his young life just too much to comprehend. "Really, I
can't.  Just pull over somewhere and suck my peter and drop me back off."

"Five hundred!"

"Ohhhh, please!" Jason whined, fidgeting in his seat at the thought of so
much money.

"Tell me, Jason.  Why are you out hustling tonight?" the man asked.

"Uh, for the money."

"Why?"

"Cause it's Christmas."

"Oh!  So you always hustle at Christmas, Jason?"

"No!  Look!  It's my fucking business, okay?" Jason, responded, his eyes
beginning to tear up.

"I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to offend you.  I suspect you probably need
the money for something very important."

"Yeah!"

"So you can get yourself something for Christmas, I suspect."

"No!  It's not for me!" Jason said angrily, and wiped his eyes with the
back of his hand.

"I see.  For the family then?"

"Yeah, damn it!  For the fucking family!" Jason replied, and looked out
the window at the passing buildings.

"I see. You hungry?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Spend the night with me, Jason.  We'll order from room service, anything
you want. You won't regret it.  I promise you you won't."

"I told you I can't.  My mom and all!"

"She'll be drunk an hour after she gets home."

"How the fuck you know?  My mom ain't like that!" Jason shot back
angrily.

"Again, I'm sorry.  A man in my position knows lots of things.  She won't
miss you, Jason.  It'll be okay.  Spend the night with me."

"You scare me!  You're weird!" Jason replied, prompting the man to laugh
heartily again.

"You've nothing to be afraid of, Jason.  I promise you that.  Humor an
old old man.  Spend the night with me.  We'll have lots of fun."

"How much money?" Jason asked.

"Five hundred bucks!"

Jason looked over at the man, his smile, and pondered the offer.  Yeah,
the guy was kinda fat and all.  But, the man seemed sincere.  And, he
could damn sure use the money.  His brother and mom would freak out with
all the presents under the tree.

"Okay.  I'll do it!"

"You won't be sorry, Jason.  I promise you that."

"Holy shit, mister!  You must have a lot of money!" Jason exclaimed, when
the man opened the door to the posh executive suite he occupied on the
top floor of the hotel, prompting the man to chuckle.

Indeed, the marble floors, Persian rugs, and the other furnishings were
quite opulent.  Not only that, just the sitting-area of the suite in
which Jason stood was bigger than the whole apartment he and his mom and
younger brother shared.

"Well, I do like to surround myself with nice things when I travel," the
man replied.  "Please call me Chris.  Mister Chris, if that makes you
more comfortable," the man added.

"Uh, yeah, sure!"

"So, Jason.  What do you want to eat?" the man asked.

"Uh, a cheeseburger and fries," Jason replied, prompting the man to
chuckle again.

"You can have anything you want, Jason.  How about a nice steak or some
shrimp?  They have excellent seafood and steak here."

"Nah!  Just a burger and fries is okay."

"Well, then.  I'll have the same thing.  What do you want to drink?" the
man asked.

"Uh, root beer, if they got it."

"Oh, I'm sure they have it," the man replied, and picked up the handset
on one of the phones in the large sitting-area to call room service.

As the man talked on the phone, Jason was drawn to the large widow on the
other side of the sitting-area that over looked the city and lakefront,
and he walked over and stood before it gazing out.  It was a view of the
city and lakefront he had never seen.  It was a far cry from the grungy
surroundings he was used to down below in the other part of the city.
Here, everything sparkled in the night, like a thousand fireflies.  It
all looked so clean, so fresh, so beautiful.

"Gosh!  It's beautiful!" Jason exclaimed softly, awed by what he was
seeing.

"Yes!  It's a beautiful view isn't it," the man commented as he hung up
the handset.  "Looks like the snow is getting a little heavier," he said,
as he walked over and placed his hands upon Jason's shoulders and began
to rub them as he gazed out the window with him.

"Uh, yeah!" Jason replied, wincing a little at the man's touch.

"Tell you what.  While we're waiting on the burgers why don't you take a
nice hot bath?"

"Uh, I'm clean."

"Just the same, I think a hot bath will do you good.  Here, take my
hand," the man said, and held out his hand for Jason to grasp.

"Good grief!" Jason exclaimed, as the man led him into the huge marbled
bathroom with mirrored walls, gold fixtures, a huge sunken tub and
separate shower.

"I think you'll find the tub very relaxing.  I know I do.  Now, if you'll
get out of your things I'll run the water for you."

"Uh, you gonna be here with me naked?" Jason asked, prompting the man to
laugh heartily.

"My boy!  I've seen many a naked boy in my long life.  Besides, how am I
supposed to suck your peter with your clothes on?"

"You gonna suck it now?" Jason asked, taking off his parka, prompting the
man to chuckle.

"No, not now.  We've plenty of time for that later," the man replied,
turning his attention to filling the tub.

"Oh, okay," Jason replied, unbuttoning his shirt.

"Oh my!" the man exclaimed, when he eventually turned around a looked at
Jason who was now naked.

"Uh, something wrong?"

"Oh no!  Everything's just fine," the man said, gazing at Jason's almost
three-inch, flaccid, circumcised peter, pecan-sized balls and small tuft
of blonde pubes.  "You look lovely," he added and smiled.

"Uh, thanks!" Jason replied, and covered his genitals with his hands,
feeling a bit uncomfortable at the man's gaze.

"Okay, I think the water is about right.  Into the tub with you now!" the
man said.

Jason climbed into the tub and immediately enjoyed the warmth of the
water.  Then, as the man pushed the button to activate the whirlpool and
the water began to swirl around him, he let out a big sigh and lay back
in the tub.

"Here's a bath rag and a towel," the man said, laying them down beside
the tub.  "I'll put this robe for you over here," he added, referring to
the white terry cloth robe he had draped over his right arm.

"Uh, what about my clothes?" Jason asked.

"Don't worry about that. I'll take care of these," the man said, placing
the robe down upon one of the bathroom stools and starting to pick up
Jason's clothing off of the bathroom floor.

As the man left, Jason closed his eyes and relaxed in the swirling water
of the tub.  He was so comfortable he could have gone to sleep.  In fact,
he did for a few minutes.

"Well, I see you like the tub," the man's voice said, prompting Jason to
open his eyes and look toward the direction of the man's voice.

'Uh, yeah. It's cool!" Jason replied, wondering why the man was dressed
only in a white terry cloth robe similar to one the man had laid out for
him.

"Mind if I join you?"

"Uh, you mean you're gonna get naked and get in with me?" Jason asked,
prompting the man to chuckle.

"Well, now.  I can't very well get in with this robe on can I?"

"Uh, yeah.  Okay," Jason said, in a somewhat unenthusiastic tone.

Jason watched as the man undid the sash of the robe and pulled it open in
order to take it off.

"Shit!  You're huge!" Jason exclaimed, staring wide-eyed at the flaccid,
seven-inch, uncircumcised penis and lime sized balls that protruded from
a bush of salt and pepper pubes.

"Well, I admit I have put on a few pounds," the man replied, laying the
robe down on one of the bathroom stools and patting his potbelly.

"I wasn't talking about your stomach."

"Oh, I see!" the man replied, looking down at his crotch, then chuckling
as he walked over toward the tub.  "Okay, just move up a little and I'll
scoot in behind you," the man said, climbing into the tub.

Jason did as the man said and the man seated himself in the swirling
water with Jason between his outstretched legs.  Then, he leaned back
upon the back of the tub.

"Lay back and relax a little, Jason.  I won't bite you," the man said.

Jason did as he was told and lay back upon the man's body.

"Oh shit! Mmmmmmm!"  Jason exclaimed, as the fingers of the man's right
hand began to twirl themselves on the head of his peter.

"You want me to stop?" the man asked.

"Oh gosh, no! Mmmmm!"

"For some reason I didn't think you would," the man replied, and
chuckled.

"Uh! Oh shit! Yessssss!" Jason exclaimed, as the man began to gently play
with his hole with the index finger of his left hand while he twirled the
head of Jason's now hard five-inch peter in the fingers of his right.

"You like that, too, I see," the man said.

"Yessssss!" Jason hissed.

"I thought you would, since you sometimes play with your hole when you
masturbate," the man replied.

"How did you know that!" Jason exclaimed, sitting up abruptly and turning
around to look at the man.

"I know lots of things about young boys, Jason.  Now, be a good boy and
turn around and lay back for a few minutes more."

Jason did as the man asked and the fact that his body shivered as the
next erotic shock wave went through it, as his hole and peter were played
with, wasn't lost upon the man at all.  In fact, if Jason could have seen
the man's face he would have seen the smile.

"I can feel your dick in my back.  It's hard," Jason soon commented.

"Yes, young Jason.  I'm afraid it is," the man said.

"I wanna see!" Jason said, and again flipped around, breaking the man's
contact with his body.  "Shit!  It's fucking huge!" Jason exclaimed,
staring at ten-inches of thick meat so hard that the foreskin was fully
retracted.

"Well, it's not that big."

"Oh yeah it is!" Jason said, and immediately reached out and took hold of
the thing with his right hand and wrapped it around the huge organ.  "I
kinda noticed you were uncut like my friend, Alex.  But, you can't tell
it now," Jason then said, inspecting the huge tube.

"Yes, my foreskin is quite loose and fully retracts when I have an
erection."

"Oh, that's cool!" Jason commented, as he started jacking the huge pole
with his hand and watched the foreskin slide back and forth across the
head of the man's big penis.

"Mmmmmmmm!  You better not do that too much!"

"You like that, huh?" Jason asked, and giggled as he continued jacking
the huge tube, his reservations about the man melting away just as the
snowflakes were outside as they hit the pavement.

"Yes, I do," the man replied.

"Suck my peter now.  Please!" Jason said, in a pleading tone, letting go
of the man's cock and prompting him to chuckle.

"Not so fast, young Jason.  We've plenty of time.  Hand me the soap and
I'll bathe you.  The food will be here soon."

Jason didn't remember the last time anyone had bathed him.  He just knew
it was his mom and it was a long time ago.  Yet, at the gentle touches of
the man he surrendered himself totally, as if he was a little kid again,
and almost purred as the soapy rag paid attention to every area of his
body, groaning loudly as his butt crack an hole were cleaned with the
soapy rag.

"There, that should do it! Hop out and I'll finish up," the man said.

"No way!"  Jason replied.  "I'm gonna do you," he replied.

"You sure you want to bathe a fat old man like me?"

"Well, you are kinda fat.  But, you're nice, Mister Chris," Jason
replied, prompting the man to chuckle so hard his whole belly shook.

"Okay, young Jason.  Wash away!" the man said, noting that it was the
first time Jason had called him by his name.

To be continued