Date: Fri, 19 Dec 2003 14:23:20 -0800 (PST)
From: carson carruthers <carsoncarruthers@yahoo.com>
Subject: Yes, Bruce, there is a Santa Claus

Yes, Bruce, there is a Santa Claus
By: Carson Carruthers

Charles pushed the last of his food across his plate.  It just did not
taste that good when you ate Christmas ham on Christmas Eve by yourself.
It finally hit him.  He was alone.  Not just alone but really alone.  There
was no family.  There had not been any family since his parents and sister
were killed years ago in a car accident.  He had lived through forty
Christmas Eves since then, but none were as lonely as this one.

He had always had somewhere to go, some party to attend, some friend who
invited him over for the evening.  For six years, he had Mike with him.
Mike, young and firm and full of cum.  He laughed to himself.  A few months
ago just thinking about Mike would have put him into a blubbering mass of
slobbering sobs.  He was over it.  He thought about the good times they had
while decorating and cooking and entertaining.  No. He was not going there.
It was bad enough that he was by himself on Christmas Eve.  He had cooked a
ham, The odor in the house was spicy and nice.  There was a tree.  He had
decorated it just for himself.  The scent of fresh pine. It was not his
fault that his company had decided six months ago to ship him off to the
middle of nowhere as part of his job.  There were not many people living in
this backwater town.  There were even fewer people that he suspected or
being intellectual enough to carry on a conversation.  From the looks of
the shot guns in the back of the pick up trucks, there were no other gays.
If there were, his gaydar had not detected them. He threw the rest of his
cold food into the trash can.

He looked out the window.  There was little to see since the night was
black and the snow was thick.  He had chosen to live out from town.  It
would probably be a great place in the summer but winter required that he
drive a four wheel drive to get back and forth to the office.  His Jeep was
great but even it would be useless on a night like tonight.

Since coming here lots of things had changed.  There was no one to work
with.  He was it.  The next thing was the home office a half continent
away.  There were other people in his region.  He was their manager, but
the closest of these was about seventy miles away.  So, he had not made
friends with anyone with whom he worked.  Charles thought about the lack of
ability for him to have made friends with anyone since he moved here.  He
really had not tried.  There was no one here that interested him except
maybe the kid at the service station.

Ahh.  Tommy Freeman.  That is what the name patch on his coveralls said.
He had sandy hair and a cute teenage face.  Charles had checked him out a
couple of times, but did not seem to get much of a response from him.  Then
he went in to get his tires rotated after Thanksgiving.  Tommy was there.
When Charles scooped him out, he noticed that the kid appeared to have a
hard on poking a tent in his coveralls.  Tommy gave him a wink.  Charles
had come home that night and beat his meat thinking about how he would take
Tommy out in the woods and tie his hands over his head and pull him up over
a tree limb until his toes were barely touching the ground.  Charles had
fantasies about naked boys stung up in trees and at his mercy.  He would
take a switch and lay a few red slashes across Tommy's hot white ass.
Tommy would be writhing as he dangled on the rope, his hot boy cock
sticking straight out into the air.  It would only take one lash with the
wooden switch across his cock and the kid would shot cum all over without
ever having touched his dick.  It was about that time in the fantasy that
Charles got off in reality.  He had played that vision in a variety of
scenarios since Thanksgiving.  He wondered why all of a sudden Tommy had
appeared to be interested.

He finished washing up after his meal.  He had bought himself underwear,
socks and a new long bathroom of that velvety material.  On some sudden
insane impulse, he had the clerk wrap them as Christmas presents.  He that
bought several other things and done the same.  There were a couple of wool
hats, a wool shirt that he needed and some really sexy bikini underwear.
The male clerk's face was almost beet red as he rung up the briefs.
Charles was not too fat to wear a bikini.  He rubbed his stomach.  He had a
paunch, but it was not flabby.  His breast had gotten larger as he aged,
and Mike had sucked on his nipples and pulled them for six years.  They
stood out when hard.  He loved having his nipples chewed.  He could pinch
one and jack off with the other hand, but he had never figured how to do
both nipples when alone.  You really needed two people for that.

Charles turned on the TV and was half watching what was going on there.  He
had his computer on and was playing one of the mindless games on Yahoo.
Some how he felt silly that a fifty year old man.  Distinguished grey hair.
Nice build for an older man.  Nice short grey beard.  Piercing blue eyes. A
respectable dick.  It was not the dick of a porn start but not many
complained of not having enough.  He smirked at the screen of the computer
as the thought that he more that made up for size with experience.
Smart. Actually, he was making more money than he had ever made.  That was
the reason for the move.  That and to get away from everything that
reminded him of that worthless Mike. How could he be sitting in front of a
computer playing mindless games on Christmas Eve?  Surely fate or Santa
Claus could provide a boy or two with whom he could enjoy the Christmas
Eve.  A real Christmas present.

Mike.  How could he have loved him?  The fact that the boy could suck cock
better than anyone he had met in fifty years and that Mike loved to rim a
guy's ass could have had something to do with putting up with him. The boy
was a money drain; that was for sure.  He did not mind it, or he said that
he didn't.  It was the constant cost of the marijuana that he had to have.
Then he ran off with that ass-hole dealer once he was hooked on coke.  It
was too much.  He could not afford him.  He could not help him.  Then Mike
just disappeared for a couple of weeks.  He came back wearing Armani and
sporting a diamond pinky ring.  He picked up what he had left
behind. Charles watched him walk out the door.  Damned.  Mike gave no
explanation or excuse.  Did not even say good bye.  Charles had cried for a
week.  Not even going to work.

"Hot damned!" Charles screamed.  Even though there was no one there he had
to let the world know that he had finally gotten into level 9 on the
mindless game.  He started concentrating to get to level 10, and the whole
game went to hell. "Well, things are looking better," he thought to
himself.  He had already decided to wait until midnight to open his
presents.  He deserved a reward.  Charles went to the refrigerator and took
the carton with the eggnog and poured himself a large glass.  "Merry
Christmas," he said sacastically as he lifted his glass to the snow falling
outside.

Charles put a shot of whiskey into the glass of eggnog.  He was careful to
measure it out in a shot glass.  He knew he had to be careful.  Drinking by
yourself could get you into trouble.  The news was on which meant that
there were a couple of hours till midnight.  "There could not be anyone out
this time of night, but I think I will put the outside lights on anyway"
Charles thought."What good was it that I went to the trouble of putting
them up if they were not lighted on Christmas Eve".  If he did not have his
lights on, how was Santa going to find him?  He flipped the switch and went
back to nurse his eggnog and try the damned mindless game one more time.
There was a bleep on the computer.  It was his cousin on Yahoo
messenger. Charles chatted and wished him a merry Christmas.  He lived in
Nashville and had just gotten to his mother's house in NC.  Checking the
mail and wishing Charles a merry Christmas.  Strange with all the names
that he had on messenger, his cousin was the only one on line.  Hell, he
would not be on line either if he had someplace to go.

Back to the mindless game.  There was a Letterman repeat on.  Charles felt
as though he had gone into the twilight zone.  At least a backward slip in
the space time continuum.  He was watching the same show that he had seen
last Friday night. He thought to himself that possibly they played the same
show every Friday night.  Back to the game.  Damned.  Did not make it to
the third level that time.  Getting worse.  Bathroom.  He started stroking
his cock after he pissed.  It was instantly getting hard.  NO!  Wait. He
wanted to wait and enjoy a long jack off just after midnight. It was almost
out to its full six inches.  He stoked it once more.  Zip.  He was back at
the computer and the game.  The clock on the computer showed him that it
was eleven fifty.  "Fifty for my age," Charles thought.  Not long.  He
remembered how excited he used to get when he was a child waiting for
Santa.

 "I must be so dumb.  I did not know that there was no Santa until I was
fourteen.  Everyone else knew.  I did not even suspect.  Back then you only
saw the one Santa, and he was in the Christmas parade.  There was not one
on every street corner like there are now.  You know I have not seen a
Santa anywhere around here.  Nothing wrong in believing in Santa."  Charles
was musing over all this when he heard someone knocking on his door.  He
looked at the computer clock it was midnight. "Santa Claus?" he thought.

Charles tried to open the door.  It opened out and would not bulge. He had
turned the light on the porch on so he could see that there was a man
dressed in a snow suit, wool ski cap, and scarf.  Charles was having second
thoughts.  Maybe this was not Santa Claus but someone in a ski mask come to
relieve him of his Christmas.

"I cannot open the door because of the snow and ice.  Who are you?  What do
you want?"

"Sir, I am Paul Thomas.  My van ran off the road just after your driveway.
Thankfully I saw your Christmas lights.  Could I use your phone to call for
help?"

"Shit, I had him robbing and hopefully molesting me and he's just run off
the road," Charles thought to himself.

"Come around to the garage on the side of the house.  I can open that door
automatically and you can come in that way," Charles screamed to the man
through the thick wooden door and went through the kitchen to go out
through the garage. He hit the button and the garage door started rolling
back into the room.  There was snow built up against it as well so it had
to be almost opened before Charles could see the man making his way into
the room.  As soon as he was in, Charles reversed the door because the wind
was blowing snow into the otherwise dry room.  The man stood shaking snow
off his suit and his boots.  Then his ski mask and cap. When he turned to
meet Charles, Charles thought, "Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus."

There in the bright over head light of the garage stood a gorgeous boy man.
Charles was not sure how old he was but he was surely not over twenty one
or twenty two.  He had long golden locks. Cherry red lips.  His cheeks were
high colored which only happened on young guys who have been in the cold.
Charles was drooling.  He could tell nothing about what the boy's body was
like since he was still wearing one of those padded snowsuits used when
skiing.  They showed nothing.  His body was a mystery

"Come on in the house," Charles was working on automatic now.

"It was a good thing that you turned your outside lights on.  We would have
never seen your house otherwise."

"I told you Santa wouldn't find me unless I turned the lights on." Charles
thought to himself.

"What happened and why are you out on such a night?"

"I just slid.  There must have been ice on the road that was covered with
snow.  I had been doing fine until I passed your house.  Then swish. I was
in the damned bank and snow up to the middle of the doors.  We got out
through the back door.  I'm sorry.  I am Paul Thomas..  I have a band, and
we had to play a Christmas party in S...... and we're on our way back to
G.......  There are two of my friends who are in the band back at the van.
Rob and Corey."

"Here, Paul, the phone is in here. Let me get off line so that you can use
it" Charles disconnected.

"Hate to interrupt your Christmas,"

"Not much of a Christmas.  I just moved here and don't know anyone.  My
folks died years ago, and I have no family.  So, I guess you could say I
was not doing anything that you could interrupt. But here take the phone.
I am not sure if you are going to be able to get a wrecker tonight. After
all it is Christmas Eve.  Or now it is Christmas Day."

Paul called every wrecker in the county.  No one answered. If this had been
an urban area, someone would have been manning the phone and sending a
truck.  It appeared that in the boondocks everyone was either asleep or at
least not answering their phone.

"Well, thank, you Mr. ..."

" Charles.  I'm sorry I should have told you my name."  Charles was
thinking Santa just dropped a rocking roll band in his lap on Christmas
Eve.  " Would you like to go out and get the other two.  I am sure that it
will be warmer in here than in that van."

"We would hate to put you out.  I mean Christmas and all.... this is such a
bummer."

That is when Charles realized that Santa did this on purpose.  Paul was his
Christmas present. Or at least he was part of the present.  " Go get the
others before they freeze.  I have the couch here.  We can make pallets on
the floor.  Whatever.  Maybe tomorrow you can find a wrecker, or I can get
my jeep out. I know you all had somewhere else to go for Christmas but at
least you can call and let them know"

"Charles, you will never know what a life saver you are.  How can we ever
pay you for taking us in out of the cold?"  Paul put an arm around Charles
in a sideways hug.

"Go get them before they freeze."  Charles had no more than said that when
there was another knocking on the door.  "What now?" he thought trying to
separate reality with the thought that he was having about how Paul could
repay him.

"Who is it?"

"It's Rob and Corey.  Is Paul in there?" came a shaking voice from the
other side of the thick wooden door.

"Yeah I'm in here.  Come round to the garage on the side."

Charles and Paul went back to the garage and opened the door for the two
other boys to get in.  They squeezed in between the snow and the top of the
door almost dropping into the garage.

"We got worried."

"That's okay.  I am glad you came up here.  I can't get a wrecker anywhere.
Take those wet clothes off and hand them up so they can dry," Paul told the
two boys.  " Take your boots off too."

"Are we staying," Corey asked loosing the strings in his boots.

"Yeah, this is Charles.  He's said that we can stay the night.  There is no
way to get us out tonight."

"Oh, Shit.  My mom is going to be really pissed at me.  You know she did
not want me to go.  She was afraid that I would be too sleepy to go to
Christmas Mass with her. Now.  Oh, God, I am never going to hear the end of
this," Robert was chatting away as he removed the snow suit that he wore
over his normal jeans and tee shirt.

As blond and golden as Paul was, Robert was the opposite.  He was olive
skinned. Huge brown, almost black, eyes.  He was Michelangelo's dark haired
Italian boy.  That is what he was.  His last name was Romero.  From what
Charles saw when the boy was down to his jeans, he brought the Italian
sausage with him.  Robert had big fleshy lips and a Roman nose. "Thank you
Santa Claus," Charles said under his breathe.

Corey was just the perfect person to put with these two opposing beauties.
His last name was Kunkowski.  "A Polish sausage," thought Charles.  Corey's
hair was sort of blaah.  It was what some people would call brown,
dishwater blond, dirty blond, light brown, and on and on.  Corey, knowing
that his hair color was awful, dyed his hair dark auburn.  This eyelashes
and eyebrows matched the auburn perfectly.  The fact that he had dark brown
pubes anyway also worked.  There were very few of his friends that even
knew what his real color looked like.  It was spiked. He was sweet looking.
You know the older boy who still looks young.  He was short.  Charles
thought maybe he was too hopeful about the sausage thing since the boy was
so short, but when Corey stepped out of his winter snow suit Charles's eyes
dropped to the boy's crotch and stayed there.  The outline in his jeans
left little to anyone's imagination.  The rim of his cock head was even
seen in outline.  It was fat.

As the boys were getting their outer clothes off Charles went inside and
put on a pot of coffee.  He pulled the ham from the refrigerator.  Bread.
He was glad that he had bought that extra loaf.  Oh and there was another
one in the freezer.  He was off work until Monday, so he had decided to get
everything he could possibly need before he came home for the holiday.
Mustard, Mayo, lettuce, tomatoes.  Chips.  Where were they?  Charles pulled
mugs from the cabinet and rinsed them in the sink.  He ran warm water in
each trying to heat them.  He could not possibly hope for sex with these
boys, but damned it was nice to have something to look at for a Christmas
present. "Thank you Santa. Thank you Santa," he said under his breath.

"What did you say?"  Robert asked him.  He and Paul were standing there in
their jeans, thermal tee shirts and wool socks.  Lumber jacks ready for
bed.  Charles about cum in his pants just looking at the huge meat that
showed through the thin cotton material of their jeans.

"Just mumbling.  You get old; you mumble." Charles said trying to laugh off
what he really had said.  "Here have some coffee.  Oh let me get the milk
and sugar.  Just make yourselves at home. My Casa is your Casa."  Charles
got the milk and sugar for the boys.  Corey came in dressed identically to
the other two boys.  Charles handed a mug to him and poured his coffee.

"Sit." Charles motioned to the chairs around the kitchen table.

"Okay where were you guys going and who is going to miss you when you do
not show up.  It is really getting late, so the fewer people you wake up
the better.  The rest, you can call in the morning.  But... you need to let
these people waiting know where you are so that they can quit worrying."

"Corey was spending the night at my place, so no one is looking for us.  I
live by myself.  We can call my grams in the morning.

Robert said that he needed to call his mom.  She was going to raise hell,
but he had to let her know where he was.  She would really go ballistic if
she woke up and he was still not home.  He made his call and after being
the dutiful son he finally was able to convince her that he was not out
somewhere at a party.  It finally took Charles talking to her to explain
that he was putting the boys up for the evening since their van had plowed
into a snow bank and there were no tow trucks in the entire county working
on Christmas Eve.  Charles gave her his number and told her to call back to
check on Robert if she wanted.  She finally was convinced and said she
appreciated that he had taken them in.

With those formalities out of the way, the three boys dug into the ham
sandwiches. They were talking about the gig that they had just played.  The
boys were laughing about all the drunk people who were there.  It had been
an office party The boss had gotten drunk. He offered to pay them double
the amount that they made for their regular gig to play a couple of more
hours.  That is why they were so late starting back home.

"Charles, you would have laughed your ass off.  The wives started
arriving. They were pulling their old men out of there by their ties.
Getting them away from their cute young secretaries."

"Sounds like a typical office party," Charles replied.  They were all
laughing.

"Did you see that old troll that tried to grab my dick?"  Corey said.

It was like a brick had fallen.  Everything stopped.  It was too quiet.

"Yeah.  What happened?"  Robert asked tentatively.

"Nothing happened.  I slapped his hand and told him to behave his old self.
I like older men but, God, he was butt ugly."  Suddenly, it dawned on Corey
that he might have just "outed" himself to his host.  When Charles did not
say anything but sat there smiling, he figured that he was not going to be
thrown out.  "Charles he was about your age, but he was sloppy and fat.
Hey, if he had looked as good as our host, I would have let him do more
than grope."

They all laughed, including Charles. The boys finished their sandwiches.
Charles told them to go on in the living room and he would clean up.
Really, he did not want them to see his hard prick that had been tenting
his pants ever since Corey had talked about letting him do more.  No.  They
insisted that they made the mess, and they would clean it up.  It was a few
minutes later with cokes in hand, that they all went into the living room.
Charles took his chair at the computer.  Robert and Paul sat on the couch
with their legs stretched out in front of them.  There were definite bulges
in their jeans.  They all continued with small talk about the gig, and
weather and their home lives and school and the band.

Charles noticed that Corey was up roaming around looking at his
photographs.  "Hey, Charles, who is this young guy with you?"

"Oh, that is Mike.  He lived with me."

"How long was he with you?"

"About six years."

:"Where is he now?"

"Well, I could no longer afford him.  He was doing a lot of dope.  Then he
found someone who would buy him Armanis and all the coke he could use.  I
could not keep up with that... ."

Before he could go on, Corey interrupted with, "Screw him.  He obviously
did not recognize a good thing when he had it."

Corey turned around put the photo back and came and stood in front of
Charles.  Charles took a swig from his coke and looked up.  The boy bent
over and put his arm around his neck and gave him a hug.  Suddenly, Charles
was hugging him back.  Corey pulled him onto his feet and their lips met.
"Oh, this is great.  I thought my gaydar was right."  Corey laughed.
:"Then when you did not flinch when I slipped up and then the Mike thing.
You are some hot older dude."  Corey was massaging Charles's cock through
his trouser.

Charles looked toward the couch and Paul and Robert were entwined.  "Merry
Christmas!" Charles shouted. The boys chorused him.  Everyone was on his
feet.  Each one kissed the other and all shared a huge group hug under the
mistletoe.

"Thank you, Santa. Thank you!" Charles said aloud.

"That was what you said a while ago," Robert said laughing.  "I thought
that was what I heard."

Corey led Charles to the couch and sort of pushed him on to it.  He
proceeded to strip all of his clothes off leaving them in a pile on the
floor.  "This is to pay you back for taking us in."  Corey said as he
fondled Charles's egg sized low hanging balls.  Corey's head nestled on
Charles's thigh and then he started licking them.  Charles was moaning but
he was also attentive to the other two boys.  Robert had sat back down
beside him, but Paul was proceeding to do a sexy and titillating strip
show.  His audience was appreciative of his efforts as he stripped to
Jingle Bell Rock playing on the TV.  "I wonder where he learned to dance
like that?"  Charles thought to himself.  He was on sensory overload as his
dick was now in Corey's mouth. "I'll ask him later."  Charles reached down
and ran his fingers through the auburn locks of the bobbing head which was
giving him such pleasure.

Robert sat next to Charles on the sofa after having removed all his
clothes. He put his arm around Charles's shoulder.  He started French
kissing the older man.  "Whooa, you guys are going to give me a heart
attack," Charles said coming up for air.  Outside the wind had started to
blow.  The snow appeared to be coming down even faster and harder.  There
was an announcement from the weather bureau across the bottom of the
screen.  "Another ten inches of snow expected over night, Roads and bridges
impassable. Storm could continue until Dec 26. Do not drive or go outside
as the temprature is -10 windchill factor.  Stay tune to dopple weather
.... ."

I'd be glad to stay in for a week or a month.  Charles thought to himself
that he was glad that he had purchased that generator and had plenty of
fuel in the garage.  With these guys he could survive for a long time on
just eating cock.  He laughed at this own joke.  "Well, guys, it appears
that we are going to be here a while.  I have plenty of food and a
generator, but I doubt that we will get hungry since we have plenty of cock
to eat."
 
They all fell out laughing.  By this time Robert had removed all his
clothes.  He was the most astonishing one in the group.  Not only was there
an Italian sausage, but he was shaved.  That's right.  No pubic hair, chest
hair, leg hair.  It was all gone.  His massive cock stood straight up but
had a crook toward his stomach.  It was actually hard to pull it away from
his stomach when it was hard.  The thing was that the tip did not just go
to his navel, it went two or three inches above his waist.

Robert moved to sit beside Charles on the other side.  "My lord, boy, you
have a huge cock.  How long is it?"

"Just over nine inches.  It is sometime a problem.  I have a hard time
getting it to straighten out."  Robert said as he tried to pry his cock
away from his belly.  "See what I mean,' bringing his efforts to Charles's
attention.

Charles reached over and tried it.  "But, man, if you ever got that up
someone's ass, you could really take them for a ride."

"Yeah, Corey loves it.  But, hell, Corey is a slut."  Robert patted the
young auburn haired Adonis sitting on the floor between Charles's knees.  "
Corey, don't eat it all.  Save some for the rest of us."

In the mean time Paul had been twisting Charles's nipple between his fore
finger and thumb.  Charles was stoking Paul's six inch cock.  Charles
leaned back on the couch while Corey was still sucking his cock.  He put
his hands behind Robert and Paul's heads and pulled them to his breast.
Instinctively, they each took a nipple and began to suck.  Charles could
feel his balls tighten and knew that Corey would soon get a mouthful of his
season and aged cum.  It did not take long.  Corey maneuvered one of his
fingers into his ass, The boys realized just how hard to chew his nips.
They were massaging his breast.  That was it.  He was over the edge.  The
could feel the cum blasting into the boy's willing mouth.  "Thank you,
Santa Claus!  Thank you! Thank you. Thank you," Charles screamed over and
over.

Charles went to the bathroom to clean up and to get his breath back.  When
he returned to the living room the three boys were hooked head to cock in a
triangle on the floor.  Just to see that would have been enough of a
Christmas present to last him through a year of jack-off dreams.  He
slipped his boxers back on and sat back in his recliner.  His flaccid cock
started to stir as he watched and listened to the boys slurping on each
other's dicks.  "How could it get better than this?" Charles
wondered. "Yes, there is a Santa Claus."

The boys asked if they could take a shower. Charles told them of course.
While they were cleaning themselves, he rearranged the tags that he had put
on the Christmas presents so that there were two for each of the boys.  The
only thing that he kept for himself was his long velvet robe.  When the
boys came back, he had poured each a glass of eggnog and then asking who
wanted whiskey in theirs proceeded to spike each of the glasses.

"Here's a toast to Christmas Past and to Christmas Future.  Mainly, this is
a toast to Christmas present and the presents that we are about to receive.
Yes, there is a Santa Claus."

All of them clicked their glasses together and said." Here. Here."

Then Paul raised his glass and said,"And a toast to our host who took us in
out of the storm."  The three boys toasted Charles's with their raised
glasses of eggnog.

Charles then went to the tree and looking under said, " I cannot believe
it.  Santa has been here and left presents for you boys."

"What?"

"You're kidding;"

The boys grouped around him looking.  There were packages wrapped with
their name on them.  Paul got the heavy shirt, and it fit him well; he
could wear it over another shirt.  The blue plaid matched his eyes.
Charles thought that he could always get another.  Robert got two huge
packs of wool socks similar to the ones that he was already wearing.
Corey. Corey got the Kelly green wool hat and thermal gloves.  They matched
his reddish hue neatly.  Each of the boys got a package of bikini briefs.
They all laughed and held up the skimpy little piece of rayon.  All the
boys had put on their boxer briefs after their shower.  In a flash they had
shed those and were in the bikinis.

"Ahhh.  Now that is better.  Santa Claus must know how ugly boxer briefs
really are," Charles stated.

Well, that brought a heated discussion about the advantages and the
esthetics of boxers, briefs and boxer briefs.  It seemed the snow was
getting deeper.  About two in the morning the lights flickered but came
back on.  The storm watch was still in effect.  Charles directed as the
boys pulled his mattress into the living room and pushed it in front of the
couch.  He found blankets and a couple of quilts that his grandmother had
made for him.  All warm and toasty.  The boys spooned each other on the
mattress and were soon asleep.  Charles proceeded to turn out lights.  He
decided to sleep on the couch since he wanted to be close to the boys.  It
was marvelous.  He had been so alone only hours ago and now his life was
filled with boys and sex.  He looked over to the blanket to make sure they
were still there. Yes.  He felt as though he should pinch himself to make
sure that this was all real.  Finally; he felt asleep to the sound of three
boy men slightly snoring on the mattress below him.

At this point, dear reader, let me draw you away from Charles's good
fortune. To explain something that appears to be a phenomenon of life.
Just when you are at what appears the deepest part of depression and
loneliness -- when you are so far down there is no where lower to go --
suddenly and through no action or thought of your own, it all turns around
for you.  You stand there, or sit there, in amazement.  Good things start
to happen to you.  You can do nothing wrong and nothing goes wrong.  But
the phenomenon is that it happens in threes.  Just like with Charles, there
were three boys, but that was not enough of the coincidences of three as we
shall see as we follow this group through the blizzard.

It was mid morning when the phone rang.  It was Mrs. Romero.  No.  He did
not see how Robert could possibly get there for mass.  How was she going?
She told him that she would find away.  The church was only a block and a
half from her house.  Charles explained that there must be three feet of
snow and nothing was moving and it was still snowing.  She still wanted to
talk to Robert.  So Charles roused the boys.  Gave Robert the phone and
told the other two to call home once he finished.  Charles noticed that
neither of these two seemed concerned about calling.

"I need to call my grandmother," Paul said.  "I was supposed to go there
for dinner, but I can call anytime."

"Where are your parents?" Charles asked him.

"Well, my dad is in jail the last I heard, and my mom is off somewhere with
her rich boyfriend.  They always go skiing at Christmas.  They have always
left me with my grandmother.  Grams won't care since she has all her other
kids and grandkids there today."

"What about you, Corey?" Charles felt for each of these two boys.  At least
Robert's mother cared.

"Not quiet the same.  My mom and I live together.  She works all the time.
In fact she has to work today if she can get out.  I was going to go with
Paul to his Gram's to eat.  They eat fat over there."

"There is plenty of food here.  I did not expect you, but I think we can
survive," Charles said as he fondled Corey's Polish sausage in his forest
green bikini.  "If not we can have Polish sausage."

They decided to leave the mattress in the living room since they figured
that might need it later in the day.  They had their breakfast.  All of
this time the boys were in their bikinis.  Charles fixed a large meal about
three in the afternoon.  They watched TV.  Corey and Charles played x box
for a couple of hours.  Charles learned that Corey and his mom were not
getting along well at all.  She was threatening to kick him out if he did
not start paying rent.  He could not find a job.  Charles learned that
Corey lived and went to school in the same town where he worked.  The more
they talked the more they realized they had in common.  Both loved sex
which was a real common denominator.  As the day wore on and got darker,
Corey and Charles made potato soup for the crew.  They both liked to cook.
While they were in the kitchen Corey got Charles hot as he was sitting in
one of the kitchen chairs.  He then proceeded to lower himself onto
Charles's stiff cock.  He slowly impelled himself onto the pike using
butter from the dish as lube.  As he rode the hard dick, Corey pulled on
each of Charles's nipples.  Charles reached between their stomachs and
stroked the boys giant cock.  Corey twisted his nipples.  Charles was
getting ready to shoot.  Corey leaned in and bit his nip really hard.
Charles shot lode after hot lode into the boys bowels.

They both were sweating.  "Charles?"

"Yes, Corey."

"Do you believe in love at first sight?"

"I'm not sure. Why do you ask?"

"As soon as I saw you yesterday, I knew that you were the man for me.  I am
not usually so forward.  I know how to keep my mouth shut after living with
my mom. We had all had sex, so I knew that it was fine with them.  But I
wanted you. I wanted you to know that I wanted you."

The two men sat there hugging.  Their tongues were each licking the other.
There was mist in Charles's eyes.  He had fallen in lover at first sight
once, but he had never thought that he would be the object of someone
else's affections.  They sat there holding on to each other.

"Charles I love you."  Corey kissed him on the cheek

"Corey, I love you, too," Charles knew that this was really quick, but as
soon as he said it he knew that he had not lied.  He did love the boy in
his arms.

The rest of the day they were head to head discussing their future
together.  It was decided that Corey would move in with Charles.  He could
ride back and forth to school with him when he went to work each day.  When
Corey had band practice, Charles would stay over in town and either do some
work or go to the movies.  They decided that when it got warmer the band
could use the garage.  Everything was working out.  They told the other two
boys who agreed that it was great that they had found each other but what
about sex.  Charles and Corey agreed that they both liked lots of sex so
that they were more or less free agents.  Mostly they wanted to be together
when either of them did it with someone else.

The snow had finally stopped.  That night there was a full moon and the
landscape was beautiful.  The warning about driving continued.  Robert
called his mother and told her that he would not be home for another day.
She admitted that she had not been able to get to the church for mass
either.  They all had sex several times with different partners.  Charles
was afraid that the food was running low.  He knew how much teenagers ate,
but he had not been prepared for this group.  It was in the middle of the
afternoon on the day after Christmas Day that they heard the first snow
plow.  It was so late by the time that the plow went by Charles convinced
them to stay one more night, and they could shovel out in the morning.

The next morning Charles fed them the last of the corn flakes with the
final drop of milk He knew they had to get out that day.  There was not
enough food left for another twenty four hours.  By the time that he got
back to the living room,the cereal was finished and the boys were getting
dressed.

Paul, who was the lead singer in the band, and the apparent leader in
whatever they did, said, "I assume that you have a snow shovel?  We'll take
that and whatever we can find and shovel out way out to the car."

Just then the sound of the snow plow going by again indicated that others
were trying to get around as well.  Charles went to his room to find warm
clothes to wear outside.  He was only partially dressed.  He had a thermal
tee on and was looking for his thermal drawers when he heard someone
knocking on the door.  He assumed that it was one of the boys knocking to
show him that he could now open the door.  He flung open the door, and
there standing wide mouthed with eyes fixed on his cock was Tommy Freeman
from the gas station.

"Err...errrh...."Tommy stuttered.

"I don't know what you want but come in I am fucking freezing," Charles
said as he pulled the boy inside and closed the door.

His cock went immediately rigid.  Here was his jack off day dream in
reality standing in his front hall gazing intently at his cock.  There was
no question. Charles know what the boy wanted.  He was just not sure if he
wanted to give it to a guy that could not be more that sixteen.

"Duhh, I...  I ah.... I ah... "

It was not going to happen.  Tommy was speechless.  He took his wet gloves
of and rubbed his hands together as if to warm them.  He reached out and
took Charles's cock in hand and feel to his knees.  In one swift move he
engulfed the entire six inches into his throat. "Well, it is not the first
time that he has done this," Charles thought to himself.

For the next hour, Charles and Tommy Freeman, who was a strange and rude
kid, had wonderful sex.  He let Charles spank him as he leaned over his
naked lap.  Tommy's had a hard hot five and a half sticking between
Charles's thighs and shooting cum all over his legs.  Tommy told him about
his baby sitting job over the Thanksgiving Vacation. It seemed that Tommy
had been out riding his snow mobile when he ran out of gas.  Then if would
not start back up. He was sure that he had a full tank before he left the
station.  He just could not understand it.  It was like it got to Charles's
drive way and just quit.

Charles dressed and Tommy redressed and they went out into the snow.  It
was bright.  The sun was brilliant.  There was water dripping from the foot
long icicles on the eaves of the house.  The boys had a path from the house
to the road shoveled Their van was buried by the snow plow, but they had
dug most of it out.  Charles went back and got the jeep. He gave Tommy a
can with gas for his snow mobile.  Tommy took over with the promise that he
would be back soon.  Eventually; the boys all kissed Charles good bye.
Corey kissed him an said that he would call him after he had a chance to
talk to his mother.  It was suddenly very quiet when Charles walked back
into the house.

He fixed a sandwich with the bits of ham left on the plate and the end
slices of the loaf of bread.  Charles sat there eating his sandwich when he
thought,"I got everything that I wanted for Christmas.  First, I got
someone to share Christmas with.  I could not have wished for three more
gorgeous boys and nice as well.  Then I got love.  I think Corey really
means it when he says it.  Maybe I am just a father he never had, but there
is chemistry. Finally, in my wildest day dreams I have thought about
spanking and sucking that cute little kid from the service station and just
where did he give out of gas?  In my front yard."  Charles pulled several
of the empty containers from the refrigerator and found a single coke
behind everything else.  Just what he wanted to wash down the last ham
sandwich.  "Three things for Christmas and my grandmother used to say that
everything came in three's.

Yes, Yes, Bruce, there is a Santa Claus and he loves gay little boys and
girls just like he loves everyone else and he even brings presents to old
gay men."

That evening Charles turned the outside lights on and lit the Christmas
tree for the final time.  He sat at his computer and played his mindless
game.  Finally, he went into the bedroom and lay down to sleep. "Thank you
Santa Claus, Thank you so much. I will always believe in you forever more."