Date: Sun, 15 Dec 2002 22:45:14 EST From: Sidg0714@cs.com Subject: Arkansas Vacation 16: Christmas Season 2001 This story is a work of fiction. There are scenes of man-teen and teen-teen gay lovemaking. If that's not to your taste either leave or skip over it. Nothing in this story is to be read as encouraging any illegal activity. And please do nothing to any boy to make them look for Peckertown, because as I've said before it doesn't exist in reality. The end of 2001 was a very busy time in Peckertown so that's why you're getting a lot of stories now and I hope you're enjoying all of them. Some of the action has spilled into 2002 but this chapter officially wraps up 2001. But by no means the series, don't worry about that. A lot of friends stop by in this chapter and I hope you enjoy catching up. Note: This chapter takes place during the time frame of "Man & Boy Joined As One: Dan and Wayne's Wedding" but ends well before their wedding and after the start of "The PTA" but before the first graduation that closes it. All comments to sidg0714@cs.com Arkansas Vacation 16: Christmas Season 2001 By Sid G. (c)2002 Thank God for the holidays. It's Christmas Eve down here in Peckertown, Arkansas and business is slow. Not dead by any means, knock on wood, but not as hectic as other times. It's normal, even boy lovers want to stay home for the holidays. Me? I'm sitting on the couch with my lover by my side and my nephew and his lover Bruce are on the love seat as we watch a preview DVD of "Two Boys in the Country," the movie Aaron Carter and Haley Joel Osment made here. (Of course it's still playing at the Peckertown Quad.) Orin and Bruce showed up unannounced several days ago.* It was a great surprise and even better timing since they arrived just in time for the big concert. My sister and I had talked about them coming down for the holidays. Then my brother-in-law won a trip to Hawaii at the last minute and they shipped the boys out right before their plane took off. When I got hold of sis on the phone to tell them they were safe she started apologizing for forgetting to call and tell me in the rush to leave. I reminded her we'd talked and that nobody looked twice at two young teens traveling to Peckertown by themselves. She made me promise to send them back in time for school. Tomorrow morning we're heading over to Daniel's parents for the holiday. It's going to be a packed house for sure with about thirty family members and friends expected for dinner. Francis had insisted despite all pleas to have it at one of the hotels. Just as well because for the second straight year Jorgenson Enterprises was sponsoring a free Christmas buffet with all the trimmings for all the boys in town. Last Sunday we had a giant Christmas party for all our employees and their partners, including the slaves from the Little Leather Club. Everybody got a bonus check for at least $1,000 for their efforts to a great year for Jorgenson Enterprises. It had taken three Christmases to get Elija to extend the payments to everybody but I think the thanks he got from so many guarantees it'll be an annual event. OK, some of us got more but then I think I'm worth it. "Oh my God, that's so beautiful," Bruce said bringing me back into the movie. It was that great love scene between Aaron and Haley and it was as beautiful as the first time I saw it at the initial screening. The sex was magnificent but it wasn't a sex scene. Plainly it was a love scene. The movie ended and the credits rolled. "I think I'm tired and want to go to bed," Orin said. "Oh, I'm so exhausted Marc, it's time to sleep. I don't know if I'll ever be able to get up," Daniel said. I put my hand on his crotch. "I think you're up enough." "But I need my rest before the Trip's Christmas Eve show at midnight." "Then I'll take you up to bed and Bruce will take Orin and we'll nap for a couple hours before we have to go," I said and brought my mouth to my lover's. Daniel lifted his arms. "Carry me." "You're not that sexy fourteen year old any more and I'm not the young 48 year old either so you're going to have to get up and walk upstairs." "And you're too big for me to carry old man so you're going to have to walk upstairs too," he said. He took my hand and led me upstairs with Orin and Bruce following. At the top we turned left to the master bedroom while they turned right to the guest bedroom. This is Orin. Marc asked me if Bruce and I wanted to tell you what we did since you've read about him and Daniel so many times already. I asked Bruce and he loved the idea so we said yes. We slept. No really. OK, only for about ten minutes after we were done with our lovemaking. It was great sex not because of the heat factor, though Bruce always gets me hot as Vegas in July. Guess it was carry over from the movie. I locked the door and by the time I'd turned around my lover had taken his shirt and shorts off and was naked before me. At 5'7" Bruce is a couple inches taller than me with a swimmer's build and no tan lines. His arms and legs are well muscled too, not that I'm a weakling by any shot. But the most important organ was standing out in all its bronzed glory and after stripping down I grabbed hold of it and led him to the bed. "Lay down," I said. "Shouldn't that be lie down so I can lay you?" I laid on top of him and put my lips against his to shut him up. After some serious frenching I broke the lip lock and started kissing him down his throat and to his nipples. Bruce has tiny nipples that are easy to lick and nip into full erection. And as they rose I felt his cock rise beneath me but I ignored it. Always hard to do. Bruce caressed my back and kissed the top of my head. I lifted my head and blew him a kiss from underneath my long blond hair. I haven't cut it since Marc and Daniel came out for my birthday and after seeing Daniel my folks couldn't say no. Bruce keeps his red hair in bowl cut, large bowl. His cock was throbbing and leaking so much I couldn't ignore it any more so I moved down and took the uncut six inches into my hand and started licking the precum up and down the side. No matter where I taste him my love tastes great and his cock is sure filling. And I knew what I wanted him to fill. I sat and straddled his waist and slowly lowered myself until his cockhead was touching my hole. "Oh yes, ride my cock lover," Bruce said and I slowly began to lower myself using the tricks Daniel had told me over the phone and through emails. We never have had sex and I understand why, even agree, sorta. Quickly enough my smooth ass was on Bruce's pubes. He pulled my mouth to his and we kissed for a long time while his rod pulsed in my hole. As we kissed I worked my ass muscles just enough to keep him hard. It feels so good having him inside me, so special. Finally he pushed me back up and I started riding him nice and slow while he played with my hard cut six inches. Bruce has magic hands and as he worked me I started working him harder and harder. He caught me in the down position and pushed me over onto my back then shoved his hard cock back in my hole. "I love you Orin," he said. "I love you Bruce," I replied and he started fucking my ass. "Oh yeah, and you are so hot tonight." "You make me that hot," I said and felt his cock grow as it rubbed against my prostate. I started jerking off as he fucked me. Suddenly he stopped thrusting and leaned down and kissed me everyplace he could reach with his cock buried deep inside me. With his lips firmly on my left nipple he started slowly fucking again. His cock had stopped throbbing during the kissing but quickly resumed. This time when I reached for mine he knocked it away and shook his head. I lay back, smiled and looked into his face as he continued to pump in and out in long steady strokes. Time stopped as the pleasure rose inside me. Feeling his cock grow and pulse inside me. "Gonna, gonna cum, gonna fill your ass with my love," Bruce said then I felt him explode inside me and I shot my load as well. It was such an erotic loving high, higher than any other time. Our orgasms slowly subsided and Bruce collapsed along side me, his softening cock plopping out loudly. We rolled toward each other and kissed and hugged. And yes, fell asleep in each other's arms. Hi it's Bruce. When Marc told me he wasn't going to bother writing about the trip to see the Olson Triplets I begged him to let me do it. Oh ok it didn't take much begging. Actually I think he set me up. Orin and I met the Trips at The Tasty Buns for lunch yesterday by accident but never seen them in action. Of course one of the things that surprised me was that Lance was wearing a sweat jacket and pants with sneakers. "I thought you were always naked?" I asked. He laughed and then leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "Marc, I'll get you for that one day." "It wasn't true?" Marc said. "It was, but it was also May and its now December and I'm two and half years older and smarter," Lance said. "Besides Quincy would get really pissed if he got frost bite of the cock," Richie said. "Y'all coming to our Christmas show tomorrow night?" "You bet, Marc says your act is as good as any back home," Orin said. Lance turned to Marc, "You're so lucky I love you." Marc blew him a kiss and we all started laughing. You know Orin and I live in Las Vegas and we're a little too young to go to the casinos but my father is an executive with one of the chains so we get to go to the shows around town when there's something good. How we got the original tickets for the Aaron Carter show but those were nowhere near as good as the second row seats the two of us and Daniel ended up with. And Marc was right the show was great. We sat there talking and eating our ice cream sundaes, and the ice cream was good. The lights dimmed and Big Sol walked to the edge of the stage. "Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to the Big Lick's special Midnight Christmas show. Hope you enjoy the show and your holiday. Now for our first act." "I'm baaaaack, I'm bigger, I'm cuter and a damn sight sexier," a young voice sounded. "That's not Quincy," Daniel said. "Who's back?" Big Sol said but I could see a big shit eater grin on his face then the curtain opened. The boy was wearing a hooded robe that covered every inch including his face. "Frankie!" the boy shouted as he dropped the robe and the place went wild. Under the robe he wore a Lakers' jersey and I didn't think anything else. About five foot seven, more muscled with a firmer six-pack than his older but shorter brothers, and medium length sun bleached hair. "I'm twelve and here to spend the holidays with my brothers. And the rest of the family including my parents are here tonight too. But you won't see any of them up here. Now I've got one small solo number to start the show so hit the music Uncle Sol. From the speakers came some really cool music and Frankie started moving to the beat. It was a natural spontaneous dance to the infectious beat. And I guarantee the next time he dances to it the moves will be different. I've taken dance lessons for most of my life and can't move that way. But then my legs aren't that naturally muscled and limber. He started moving his hands over his body, feeling his breasts and ass through the long shirt. Slowly hands started playing with the shirt, pulling the top down, strap falling of the shoulder. Then the other shoulder and with a shimmy the jersey fell leaving him naked as he kicked the shirt to the side. Must be that good country living because the boy had a good five inches, soft. Totally smooth except for a trimmed light brown pubic patch and a cock that had grown another inch or so as it hardened without being touched. I glanced over at Orin and was relieved my boyfriend was just as captivated as I was. The song wound down and he sat on the stage as the music stopped. Face beaming and arms spread wide as the applause came thundering down. From the rear a young boy of about six came running forward and jumped on the stage and into Frankie's arms. "That was fun Uncle Frankie," "Thank you Trio. Everybody, believe it or not this is my nephew. His Dad is my oldest brother," Frankie gave the boy a kiss on his cheek, "Now get back to your parents so we can continue. And hands off all you guys, he's underage." The boy ran back off the stage and Frankie got up and slipped the shirt back on. "Now, somebody who has wormed his way into the family with his talent and his heart. Quincy!" The two boys hugged then Quincy said, "Give it up again for Frankie Olson!" And we did. Frankie came off the stage and gave Marc and Daniel big hugs and then us after we were introduced before heading in the direction Trio had gone. Like Frankie Quincy came onstage in a robe and carried a large candy cane. He started by giving the cane head. I know that sounds a little weird but it was more than just sliding in and out of his throat. Then he sucked just on the end and pressed the end of the hook. The candy cane opened revealing a flute. He began playing scales and evolved into some swing. As he played with one hand he undid the robe with the other and shrugged out of it. He played naked and I saw his cock was as hard and straight as the flute moving in time with the music. Quincy progressed into a romantic balled and Orin took my hand. I don't know how long he played but it was wonderful. When he finished everybody went nuts. Lance came out, slipped Quincy's robe back on and raised Quincy's arm. The crowd cheered louder when the two boys kissed. Kissed deeply and for a long time. There was an intermission to give the audience time to order more food and drinks. Quincy came to our table and basked in our praise. Our waiter brought us sodas and large chocolate chip cookies during the intermission and Orin and I pulled our chairs even closer together and did some necking while we waited. Orin saw his uncle open his mouth and said, "Don't say it." Which started Marc and Daniel laughing. A couple minutes later two boys pulled chairs up and joined us. It took me a minute to recognize Benjy and his boyfriend Roger. They were wearing tight jeans, flannel shirts, cowboy boots and hats. "Uh brother of mine, it's Christmas Eve not Halloween," Daniel said softly. "And I want to enjoy it. Come in uniform and they're all over me. I asked Sol not to say anything and to tell his nephews to do the same." We all nodded. As I said earlier my father knows a lot of the celebrities that come through Vegas and I've seen the hassle some go through just to eat a meal in a restaurant. "Speaking of Olsons you missed Frankie before, he's really grown," Daniel said. "I thought that was him in the back but it was a big family group." "His parents, siblings, at least one nephew." "The Trips are uncles?" Roger said and started laughing. "Why not, with everything else going on in town," Benjy said. "And the boy's six so it's been a while. And you should have see him run up and give his naked Uncle Frankie a big hug. Almost laughed when Frankie warned the audience to keep their hands off the boy because he was underage," Daniel said. The lights dimmed and we shifted our seats so we were facing the stage. Orin kept his chair close to mine and put his arm around my shoulders and I cuddled in. Guests, family, the stars of our show in a special holiday spectacle. The Olson Triplets, Lance, Bobby and Richie!" Big Sol said. The lights went out and the curtains opened to a typical Christmas at home scene. A big tree lit up on one side and a fake roaring fireplace along the back. Three reclining chairs faced the audience with one robed triplet in each. "I am the ghost of Christmas Always," a wavering voice said from stage left. "I am here to grant these three boys their Christmas wishes. As the youngest boy, albeit by only twenty minutes from the oldest I'm going to start with Bobby there at the far end." Sprinkles came down and landed on Bobby who began to stir. He slowly sat up and wiped his eyes. "I'm Bobby and there's something I always wanted, even as a little boy. Even before I learned about s-e-x. It was on my wish list every year but my parents never got it. Maybe this year I'll get my soldiers." He stood and straightened out his hair and robe then stood at attention. Lance and Richie quickly stood, shucked their robes to reveal camouflage t-shirts and shorts, with quite a bit of midriff in between. "Attention, face front," Bobby bellowed and his brothers obeyed. "Run in place." Lance and Ritchie were stone faced as they began running in place. Bobby dropped his robe leaving him in matching outfit except for the general stars on his shoulders. He got in line with his brothers and matched their pace. "Left face, forward march," Bobby said and as they moved toward the side of the stage somebody threw each a toy rifle. Each brother twirled the rifle and slapped it onto his shoulder as he turned toward the other side. When they were back in their original position they stopped and began a perfectly choreographed routine that had all of us cheering. When it ended Lance was on Bobby's left and Richie the right with their rifles crossed in front of their younger brother. Bobby tossed his high in the air and the curtain shut. I could hear movement going on behind the curtains. Wondered what Richie's Christmas wish was. It was only a few minutes when the curtains opened again and the brothers were back in their robes and in their recliners. "Now that was a curious wish for a boy who lives for love and sex but I'm glad he got his soldiers to play with," the ghost of Christmas Always said. "Now it's time to see what Richie wants." Richie sat up in the recliner but didn't stand. "Part of my wish is new and part is old. But it wasn't a wish that Santa could bring. Even before I discovered s-e-x I wanted to be an entertainer. And I love entertaining you every night with my brothers." A loud round of applause interrupted Richie and he smiled a real smile. "Thanks everybody, we appreciate that. But the kind of entertaining I wanted to do was sing. Signed up for all the musicals at school and community-theater that had roles for somebody my age and loved it. Then we came down here and the singing got pushed into the background. When we met Aaron Carter that need in me resurfaced and my wish tonight is to sing for you. But this song is from another young singer we met recently." Richie stood and soft music began playing as he picked a cordless microphone and began singing "Oklahoma" by Billy Gilman. The room was silent over the power and beauty of the song and the magnificent voice. It brought tears to my eyes since it's a song that is so right for so many of the boys of Peckertown. How many of them want a true home and family to go to? When the song and music died down the applause brought the place down. Richie covered his eyes and his brothers stood and hugged him. Lance whispered in his ears and Richie nodded. "Now something a little different from another band that played at the recent concert here. A medley of songs by Dream Street." The three boys dropped their robes and they were dressed in tight shorts, very tight, and muscle tees and began singing and grooving. When the music stopped the curtains closed and the audience collapsed into their chairs when the cheering stopped. "And now it is time for Lance's wish. It should be interesting since we know he's the one most interested in s-e-x," the Ghost of Christmas Always said. The curtain went up and the Trips were back in their robes and chairs. Lance sat up and took a deep breath. He seemed to be looking over us to the rear where I figured his family was sitting. "Mom, Dad, the rest of you guys, the three of us are really glad you're here tonight. But this show wasn't designed for you. Nor for our friends and guests here tonight. When the three of us started talking about doing this special show we started thinking about how we could mesh the holiday season with s-e-x." Richie sat up. "We had some fun ideas but then I wondered aloud if that's what we really wanted to do for Christmas." Bobby sat up. "I'd been thinking along the same lines and said no." "And I agreed. There had to be something we really wanted to do," Lance said. "So I finally got to do a precision drill like I'd pretended with my toy soldiers," Bobby said. "And I finally got to really sing again in public and not just drive my brothers and aunt and uncle and cousins nuts," Richie said. "And that left me," Lance said, "I'm not a real singer like Richie and not the dancer Frankie is nor the choreographer that Bobby is nor the musician my boyfriend is. It took me a few days and then one night walking home from a show I looked up at a star and knew, just knew what I wanted to do. Do what my Dad used to do every Christmas Eve around the tree right before all of us headed up to sleep. Bobby and Richie got out of their chairs, Quincy came from backstage in his own robe and Frankie and Trio came up from the audience dressed in robes. Lance's brothers and boyfriend sat on the floor in a semicircle and Trio hopped onto his uncle's lap and handed him a book. "Grandpa said to give you this," Trio said. Lance hugged the boy then opened the book. "Twas the night before Christmas..." he started and there was nothing but silence. Lance came to the end, closed the book and looked up at us through a glaze of tears. "Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night." "Good night and Merry Christmas," the other boys on stage shouted and the curtain closed for the last time. There was a nice round of applause amidst a lot of sniffling and sighing, including from me. "This is the Ghost of Christmas Always. Quincy, Lance, Richie and Bobby will not be coming around for tips tonight. Instead there's a big basket by the door and they ask you to leave any tips there for a donation for the Peckertown Free Clinic. Have a safe trip home." We got up and walked to the back where Big Sol introduced us to his sister, who is the Trips and Frankie's mother, and the rest of the family. It was really great seeing how they accepted the four youngest boys being gay and loving to entertain the way they usually do. But seemed especially proud of them for tonight's performance. About twenty minutes later the six boys emerged from the back and joined us. There were a lot of hugs and whispered words of love. Finally Marc gathered the rest of us up and we said our good-byes. "Y'all coming over after lunch to my parent's home aren't you?" Benjy said. "Yep," Mr. Olson said. And Uncle Marc left a big tip in the bowl, and I think I saw Benjy add more. Hi, its Marc again, the day after Christmas and finally got Bruce to give me the computer back. Have to admit he and Orin did a good job with the last two parts. Guess it runs in the family. Asked Daniel if he wanted to do a part and he looked away and walked out onto the porch. I hadn't expected a yes, he's turned it down before, but not the feeling I'd gotten so I followed him out into the cool evening air. "What's wrong Lion?" He turned and a small smile tried balancing the tears. "You haven't called me that much lately." "You're right," I said after thinking for a moment, "it doesn't fit at work and I like lover more." I put my arm around his shoulder. "But I love your Lion's roar and I love the Lion that's inside you." He pulled tighter into me. "Do you love the fact your nephew has more education than me?" The question stunned me. Yes Orin and Bruce were in eighth grade and Lion had only made it through seventh before the schools closed but I'd never thought about it when we were working together or just the two of us talking. I took a deep breath knowing I had to be careful with my answer. "Please listen to my whole answer before you respond," I said and paused. He nodded on my chest. "Do I like the idea that you lost out of the rest of your education? Hell no, you probably would have graduated with honors from Peckertown High and Arkansas along with being All American in soccer from both. But do I consider you dumb and uneducated? The answer is the same hell no. "The way you handle things at work, don't know if you realize it but you're handling the whole warehouse division and double checking most of the payables. Men double, hell quadruple your age treat you as equal and not just because you're a Jorgenson. "But I can't write like you or even Orin and Bruce." "Your reports at work are good and what do I do but report what's happened here?" "Do you think I could do a good job telling about Christmas?" Lion said. "Computers all yours when you're ready," I said and brought my lover's mouth to mine. As we kissed I remembered once again that the man of my dreams who I love more than life itself is only a teenager. Hello, it's Daniel taking my first shot after over two and a half years of Marc telling about our life together. Be patient with me because I'm nervous, why I've turned down the chances Marc gave me all along. He had to give me a confidence boost this time. Before I start telling you about Christmas day I guess there are a couple things I could fill in. I guess you've noticed that it's always Daniel and never Dan or, shudder, Danny. It's been that way since second grade. Family and friends always called me Danny till then. Start of second grade there was a couple bullies got put into my class since the other teacher couldn't handle them. From day one they picked the short skinny rich kid in class as their target and would stretch the Danny out and use it to make fun of me. I was already friends with Billy Ray Bob by then and he saw how miserable they were making me. One day after school the two of us were walking to The Tasty Buns for some after school burgers when they confronted us. Made the mistake of telling Billy to runaway so they could beat me up in peace. Never, ever tell that to a farm boy. When they were both dazed on the ground we straddled them and with each punch we informed them the name was Daniel. All four of us sort of had to stand in class the next day but it was worth it and its been Daniel ever since. Except when it's Lion of course. Then there's the hair, the long black mane. Why? The answer is very simple. I love it that way and so does Marc. Of course he also like the fact that it's almost the only hair on my body. Christmas morning that long hair and smooth body woke up curled inside its lover and held in place by the lover's right arm against its chest. "Merry Christmas," Marc said. "Merry Christmas," I said. "About time the two of you woke up. We've been dieing to open the presents under the tree," Orin and Bruce said from our doorway. "Santa Claus knows where Peckertown is?" Marc said and I elbowed him in the stomach. "Go down and put the coffee on and we'll be down in a minute," I said and the boys disappeared. Boys? Orin's fifteen months younger than me and Bruce is only a month younger. I guess Marc's right; my life and responsibilities have made me an adult early. YUCH!!! I jumped out of bed, slipped on a pair of shorts and followed them. "Where you going?" Marc called. "Just remembered that you're the adult here and I'm still a kid and I want my presents," I said. "Then I expect the three of you sitting quietly and patiently around the tree while the grown up takes a piss and throws a robe on." I stopped, turned back to the bed and gave him a look that said "Yeah right," and headed downstairs. By the time he made it downstairs the coffee was made and poured along with muffins Mom dropped off yesterday at the office. The three of us were sitting quietly with our legs around a big box. Still wrapped thank you very much. "Are those all for me?" Marc said after he sat and took a sip of his coffee. We shook our heads in unison. "Let's see, I think we should let Bruce open his first because he's the youngest," Marc said and paper went flying from the other side of Orin. Kid should go into confetti making as a career. Hope Marc bought him a Dust Buster. Of course as soon as we saw what is was Orin destroyed his wrapping paper. I of course took mine off neatly. Really, habit Mom taught us early and I never lost. We'd noticed the boxes looked a like and they were. Marc got all of us X-box video game players. Marc had told his sister that he didn't want the boys spending lots of money on gifts, especially anything big they'd have to carry with them. Bruce gave us the Las Vegas edition of Monopoly and Orin and his parents gave us each one of those totally cheesy t-shirts with their picture on it along with a really nice family portrait. I stood up and walked over to Marc. "Marc, I didn't know whether to give this to you now or later but decided now would be better," I took a small box from my pocket, "You gave me something special for my birthday when I wasn't expecting it at all. Today I want to return the favor, the blessing really." He slowly opened it and I realized Orin and Bruce were looking from each side. I took the ring from the box and put in his palm. It was gold with a roaring lion in diamonds embedded in black onyx. "Look inside," I said. "MF and DJ Forever," Marc whispered. "Put it on Marc," Orin said. Marc did, we looked at it then he opened his arms and I fell into a long embrace and a romantic kiss. We had breakfast before dressing and driving to church for Christmas services. It's nominally Baptist but really non-denominational since it's the only church left in town. Reverend Berrigan is really good with any of the boys who wonder in trying to reconcile his life with the stuff he'd been taught. The church was full and warm and the sermon was about loving each other. The entire family was there, took up about two full pews near the front. Everybody loved the ring. Took us a half-hour to get to the car after services with having to talk to so many people. Several man-boy couples were there and I really hope one gets married soon. Dan and Wayne look really happy together, and with the reopened pizzeria a great success who knows. What was really heartwarming were the twenty or so boys from the Little Leather Club there all dressed up. Benjy and the rest of us walked over as they walked back to the shuttle bus. They started to kneel but Benjy stopped them. "On church grounds you only kneel before God and Jesus. May you and your friends have a Merry Christmas." "Merry Christmas to you and your family Master Benjy," they all responded. Now Marc said my folks were expecting about thirty for Christmas dinner. While she insisted on making it at home she gave in and made it buffet. Which was good since there had to be at least fifty through at one time or another. Even had to call the Inn to send an extra turkey and all the fixings. It was just about six when it got down to just family again, and even that was a lot. Aaron and Jennifer stood in the middle of the living room. "Mom, Dad," Aaron said. "Mother, Father," Jennifer said to her parents. "We have decided on a wedding date, April 6, 2002. We would like to have it at the Jorgenson Inn," Aaron said. I haven't seen my mother move that fast since the first time Benjy came in with whip marks all over his back. Then Jen's mother moved pretty quickly too. "Fantastic, great idea. Now Elija I insist on paying for the wedding, no freebies," Mr. Smith said. "Only if you accept the family discount rates," Dad said. The two men started laughing. "Daniel, Benjy, I want you to be my best men. Marc, Roger. Want you as groomsmen along with a couple friends," Aaron said. "Kristen, my sister's going to be my Maid of Honor but I'd be honored to have you as a bridesmaid," Jennifer said. "Really, oh yes, oh yes," Kristen said jumping up, "I'll be the first one of my friends to be in a wedding." "Marc, can we come out for the wedding? Bring Mom and Dad too?" Orin asked. "Of course, you are family," Jen said. "Presuming you don't have big tests coming up," Marc said. "Uncle!" Orin and Bruce moaned. "And Benjy, we're using hotel staff for catering but we'd like the band," Aaron said. "Can that be my wedding present to you?" "Yes." A couple hours later we left and headed back home, Benjy and Roger tagged along. The six of us watched some TV together. No three couples watched TV together. And when my lover and I got to our bed there was some passionate romantic sex before we fell asleep the way we'd woken. It's Marc and Lion just finished writing his piece in one go. Think he was scared if he stopped he wouldn't start again. After reading it I think I'm going to make sure he does it again. And yes I'm going to take him to bed and have a repeat of yesterday's special night. On the way to work Daniel and I talked about the New Year's Eve party we were planning. Wasn't our first but it was looking like the biggest. Walked into the office and Margaret handed us our messages. One on top was from Kevin, the manager at the In-Boy-Inn. It was marked urgent. Showed it to Daniel and he shrugged. Called him from my office and waited while they tracked him down. "Marc, glad you called so soon. Something's come up and I need a few days off next week. I've got everything covered on this end and they have my cell." "Shouldn't be a problem, what days?" "Leave Monday midday for the airport and be back Friday afternoon. I know it's short notice and I'll explain everything when I get back. And don't worry its not a job interview with another hotel." I laughed, the thought had crossed my mind, "Just leave a list of contact people with Margaret before you go and give them a call on the first if you can to make sure everything went ok," I said. "Sorry won't be able to make the party, was really looking forward to it," Kevin said. "Get back to work, it's fine." Christmas, the holiday of family and togetherness was over and New Year's Eve, the holiday of celebration and partying was on its way. And that meant business was picking up again. Being a school vacation we have a lot of teachers and other educators coming down. Been a number of interesting reunions of teachers and students over the years. One memorable reunion was last year when while being fucked the boy blurted out the school principal's name. Turned out a couple of trees down the superintendent of schools was sucking another boy off and heard. Almost bit his boy's cock right off. Ok, there are thousands of stories like that and maybe one day I'll get everybody together and write them down but not now. Got a lot of work and a house to get ready for a party. Lots of people invited even without Kevin. House ready, all four of us freshly napped, showered and dressed and waiting for the guests to start arriving. The invitations said nine but about a dozen weren't coming until late, and you can probably figure them out if you've been reading my reports long enough. Ten to nine the doorbell rang and I pushed myself out of the couch and opened the door. It was Shawn and Chris who were not only the first ones to arrive but also bringing the hot food straight from the Tasty Buns. "Hi Marc, Daniel, Orin, Bruce," Chris said. "Hi, where do you want this stuff?" Shawn said. I pointed to the tables along the wall. "Set them and leave them covered. And after that you are here as guests." "Sure boss," Shawn said. "Right Sir," Chris said with a smile that stopped the comeback that'd been brewing. "Marc, we really do appreciate you and Daniel inviting us so if you need us to do more it's ok," Shawn said. Daniel stood and hurried over. "Look both of you, I know we've had this boss-employee relationship almost since we met. But if we wanted you here to work we would have hired you, not invited you. We might not spend much time together but you are our friends and that is why we invited you. And next time I promise to have one of the other boys bring the food over so we don't impose on that friendship." "That's not what..." Shawn started. "Thanks Lion, we'd appreciate that. Knew it wasn't what you guys meant and we look at you as friends not just bosses, just that there been times," Chris said. "And I'm glad you brought it up," Daniel said. The doorbell rang providing a break in the tension. This time it was Zeus, Mark and Mike Snitz along with Tad & Keith. Yep, the big black man and the long blond LA valley boys are still together along and living with the youngest Erikson and the ex-LA street whore. It's been quite a year for the twins with their water park opening and being an instant success. They knew they had a good idea and with their father's lottery money they could build it the way they wanted and without caring if they made money. But even with the cheap prices they charged the boys they had made money. Best of all they'd gotten a lot of self-confidence from the way it turned out. "Marc," Keith said. "How you doing, glad you're here," I said. "Cody promises they'll be over as soon after midnight as they can." "He better or I'll make you a waiter in the nightclub." "Like hell you would. My boyfriend's not going to be pawed by those guys," Tad growled. I bent and brought both boys into a hug and we exchanged kisses. "So glad you're here. You look really good, really happy." "Yeah, we know who to blame for that," Tad said, "All those years in LA without a pimp then I come here get a legit job and you go hook me up." "Best birthday present I ever got," Keith said. The doorbell rang and I headed there while they headed to the food. I opened the door and found D2 with his date, a small boy who I didn't recognize until they stepped inside. "Worm?" "It's me Mr. Fogel, D2 invited me as his guest. Hope it's not a problem?" The boy was still as small as when he'd helped with the Charles Davis mess last year. "Only be a problem if you keep calling me Mr. Fogel, the names Marc. So when and where did you two hook up?" "Believe it or not at the clinic. They just started a new group for boys rejected by their parents. Since thanks to Timmy and Captain Morgan the physical hurt is gone I decided to try the mental. Especially since I can't be a slave and I've got all that money I needed a new way to think of myself. Walked in for the first morning, looked around and sat down to the cutest little thing I'd seen," D2 said. "Of course I recognized him and was a little surprised when he chose to sit next to me since there were still spaces with three chairs empty in a row. After a couple minutes forced myself into customer relations mode and said hello," Worm said in his still prepubescent voice. "That's so cool," Zeus said from behind. "You two still are going to the group." "Yes Zeus, appreciate your working my schedule around it," Worm said. "A sane worker is a happy worker," Zeus said before bending over and giving the boy a hug. D2 and I looked at each other. Wasn't a sign of Worm inside the big man's hug. Finally Worm emerged gasping for air. Orin returned from the front door with Kenny & Sergei and Scott & Frank. "These four muscle bound lugs say they got invites," Orin said. "Marc, you want Sergei to see if he can throw this twerp into the pool" Frank said in his best Italian accent. "Uh, from where?" "Back porch," Frank said as Sergei lifted Orin over his head. "Uncle Marc!" Orin screamed. "Put him down, my sister would give me hell if you missed," I said. Sergei appeared to be ready to drop him from about seven feet but turned and let him drop on the thankfully empty couch. Bruce ran over to check on his boyfriend and gave me a dirty look. "Henry Silvers said he was meeting with you today?" I asked Kenny, "Anything up?" "No, we meet end of every quarter to go over things. Stock market hurt but I still got a couple bucks to my name," Kenny said. "Well, you know who to go to when you're down to your last ten million," I said. "Not you," Kenny said and everybody laughed. As I walked to answer the bell I looked around the room at all these teenage boys and realized there were probably some posh New York parties going on without that much wealth in attendance. Paulo, Anand, and the twins Brian and Byron were at the door looking perfect. Even Anand was wearing regular clothes instead of his slave gear. I was about to start chatting with them when the bell rang again so I excused myself. "Thought you went to the airport and flew off?" I said shocked. Kevin stood there with a shit-eating grin on his face. "Well I went to the airport but I never said I was going. Picked up a couple friends and decided to bring them here. Hope you don't mind." "Anybody we know?" "Two of them you might recognize," Kevin said and moved to the side. Two boys stood in front of me and I felt Daniel's arm coming around me. "Kevin? Who are your friends?" Daniel said. With that the two boys in front slowly took their hoods off and my knees almost buckled. "Dashby, Chris," I yelled and everybody turned. "Hi, Mom and Dad went to London for the holiday and we decided to come here," Chris said. "Hope they know this time," I said. "Yep yep," Dashby said in his still thick Boston accent," brought a couple of school friends along with us. Wrote you about them in that first letter from home." They separated and the other two boys stepped up. "The one next to me is Jonathan Sorrel and the one next to Chris is Joe Werner, their lovers too." "Welcome guys, get out of those coats and mingle. Kevin, you are so dead," I said and moved right before Scott would have driven through me to get to Chris. Scott gave him a big hug and then hugged Dashby. "It is so great to see you two, Kevin never said a word to nobody. How are you?" "Doing good, really good. The doctors are optimistic about my growing normally and maybe even a little more ability down there. Not that it matters to my love," Chris said. Silence fell; everybody knew what he was talking about. The horrible torture and the resulting castration that Charles Davis, Scott's soon to be late uncle, had done to the smiling boy in front of us. "And you Scott?" Chris asked. "Still haven't touched a drop since that night. Been a couple moments I was tempted but Frank was enough to pull me back even if he wasn't around." "Jonathan and Joe have been a lot of help at home and school. Don't even use the fact they're Dad's bosses over us," Dashby said. I looked at the newcomers and realized the net worth of the party had just multiplied. Sorrel Industries is one of those huge companies with loads of divisions all over the world. Jonathan's father was the CEO and Chairman while Joe's was the President. Scott's Dad was just a divisional president. "Even got the company plane to fly us into Little Rock," Joe said. "Right size he can pick you up here if you want," Daniel said. "Boss can I talk to you for a second?" Kevin said and we headed to the kitchen. "I'm not mad Kev," I said. "Didn't think you would be. The boys called me right before Christmas with the idea and promised to swear me to secrecy. I pointed out a window to where Dashby, Chris, Scott and Frank stood happily talking. "Good thing you kept it because that wouldn't be happening. Scott's a lot better but he would have been too scared to face Chris," I said. Kevin nodded, "That's the one thing that scared me. I don't deal with them much any more, only if they have a problem with one of my guests. Didn't really know if he was doing as well as everybody said. Even if he was I thought he might run out of here and set Chris and Dashby back. Their folks only agreed to this if they stayed with me 24/7." "Have any problems you know who to call." "Zeus," Kevin said and I smiled in agreement. All the pre-midnight arrivals were there so I looked for my boyfriend and found him talking with Paulo. Anand was sitting at his master cum lover's feet in the proper position but the twins weren't around. I fixed myself a plate, grabbed a beer and joined my guests. I noticed Orin and Bruce talking to the new boys from Longston, NJ and walked over to join them. Two really mature, smart kids and not at all spoiled. As I approached I noticed Joe Werner going into the same kind of defense posture as Roger does with Benjy. Orin must have noticed it because he reintroduced me as soon as I was close. Jon leaned over, whispered something into Joe's ear before kissing his cheek. Jon and I looked at each other for a few minutes, trying to see if we recognized each other from New Jersey. Longston was an upper middle-class town with a real rich section and all single-family homes near where I'd lived. Only place to go was the Longston Mall for shopping and a movie. I tried remembering if I'd seen him slumming there instead of the Far Hills Mall, a lot ritzier. "Once," Jon mouthed and it came back to me. Young kid in a leather jacket and jeans gave me a great blowjob in Macy's bathroom late one night. "You?" "Long story, why Joe is the way he is at times." I nodded, "Been here long enough I've heard most of the variations." "Uncle, do you want to include us?" Orin said. "No," Jon and I said. I felt Joe staring at me and turned to him. "Can you help me in the kitchen for a second?" I turned and hoped he'd follow. I got the super condensed version of Jon's life and I explained Jon and mine encounter. "Marc can I ask you a question that's been bugging me?" Joe asked when I'd finished. "And I'll answer it honestly." Joe nodded, "I can understand your wanting to get a blowjob from a sexy young boy like Jon was then. Don't blame you either." "But why didn't I try and help him besides giving him forty dollars?" "Yes. It's something I've never understood. He lived there for all that time and nobody called the cops, dragged him to the police substation in the mall. Even when he wondering around when he should have been in school." "Now I don't know how close my encounter was to his foster dad picking him up. It was after a late movie and I asked if he wanted to come to my apartment and spend the night. He turned me down, and I don't know why. If he'd said yes maybe all our lives would have been different." Joe nodded and shrugged. "I didn't go to the cops or drag him to them because I didn't know the whole story. All I saw was a punk boy who for all I knew turned me down because his folks were at the other end of the mall shopping. I'd like to think if I'd known that he was a runaway I'd have done something more. I know I would now because except for the money a lot of the boys here have similar stories of physical and sexual abuse before coming here. Does that help?" Joe moved his gaze from a spot in front of his feet to my face. I moved over and put my arm around his shoulders. He hesitated before laying his head on my chest. "It helps. Sort of hoped for that answer really and not just 'I got my rocks off, paid the slut and why should I care.'" "There were those too love," Jon said approaching us, "others like Marc who I sensed would care more. But I wasn't ready to trust. Hadn't met you yet and without you I could never have trusted Stya. And nobody I've met since my fourteenth birthday has treated me anywhere close to what those three bastards did." Joe moved over to Jon and they hugged. "I'm going to see the rest of my guests, come out when you're ready," I said. "Come out? Lord you don't know how out we are already," Joe said and the boys giggled. I just shook my head. At eleven we turned on the WBOY-TV New Years Eve Extravaganza on the big screen TV, in the bottom corner we turned on the ABC affiliate to watch Dick Clark and the ball from New York City. Yes Peckertown is an hour behind but the Little Rock affiliate shows it delayed which is very cool in my opinion. Powersound was the main attraction but there were a couple other local acts appearing, including Boydini & Ninja Boy live from the Jorgenson Inn Nightclub. They'd just finished their act when the bell rang and Bruce let Wayne and Dan in. In their hands were a half dozen pizza boxes. "We made these and ran out of dough and cheese for the night. We were swamped," Wayne said. "You didn't have to but thanks. Bruce take them into the kitchen and set them up on the table there. Orin go down to the closet by the garage door, there are more paper plates there," I said from my comfy spot next to Daniel. "Good thing Jackie agreed to close or it would have been another hour before we could have left," Dan said. "Jackie? A girl working in Peckertown?" Chris asked. "Got a few natives but Jackie isn't really a girl. Just one cute boy who makes one hot chick," Wayne said. There was a rush for pizza but by 11:45 everybody was sitting with their dearest listening to Powersound go through their set. Some new material mixed in with their hits from the first two CDs. About five to the other performers started coming on stage and started playing and singing backup. It was really cool the way they fused their different styles together. Right in tune with Dick Clark they began the count down to 2002. When it came close Yoshi and Jeff pulled two of the backup singers to the front of the stage and in front of an empty mike. With their band costume hoods pulled up I couldn't see their faces but they were begging not to sing. At midnight everybody on the set and in the room shouted 'Happy New Years," kissed their lover and then whoever was close. Powersound started playing Auld Lang Syne. Yoshi pulled the hood down on the boy next to him and that familiar long blond hair and brilliant smile came out and joined in the singing. The other boy took his hood off and joined his lover singing. "That, that's Aaron and Haley," Joe Werner blurted. "When they get in?" Daniel asked. "Today," Paulo said, "Hey, a good slave has to know how to keep secrets." "Any other secrets?" Daniels said. "They're coming over, hope you don't mind my inviting them." "Powersound too?" I said. Paulo shook his head and I let out a sigh of relief. The show went off the air and we turned the television off and the music on. Nice soft pop music to talk and snuggle too. About a half-hour later Benjy walked in with Roger, Caleb & Matt and Wang & Billy Ray Bob. Before the door could close Aaron and Haley ran up the stairs and inside the house. "Drooling boy attack," Aaron said when he caught his breath. "Kenny, call a couple of your guys to work perimeter," Daniel snapped. Aaron looked at me ready to protest but I nodded. Should have done it earlier if not to begin with. "Kenny, put it on my tab and strict instructions no violence unless in self-defense," Aaron said. Kenny looked at me. I made a t with two fingers and nodded. Kenny nodded and went to the kitchen to make the calls. "Do your families know you two are here?" Kenny said when he came out. "Yes. Yoshi called and asked if we could do that little bit and everybody agreed," Haley said, "What's the big deal?" "What's the big deal? Both your people pay me a lot of money to watch over you when you're down here and I can't do that if I don't know you're here. Plus I'm pissed you didn't think I'd keep your secret." "Do you think he'd buy the we thought the other ones people were taking care of that routine?" Aaron said. Haley shook his head. "Sorry Kenny, we screwed up there. But I guess we are a little used to our people taking care of everything for us. So how are you doing?" Aaron said and Kenny laughed then gave them hugs and dragged them over to where Sergei was sitting. Finally about one Justin & Cody showed up with the Trips, Quincy and Frankie in tow. Finally the last of the guests were there, really all not just the expected ones. I know all of you are waiting for me to write about the orgy that started, especially once Lance and Frankie got there. Frankly so did I. Just didn't happen but then I reviewed the list. Forty-three people and only two single people in attendance, Kevin and Frankie and oddly they ended up cuddled in each other's arms talking. They weren't the only ones cuddling, kissing, making out, whatever, hell I'll even plead guilty to those charges, but no sex. At least didn't see any. Some of Daniel and my guests would disappear for a while and reemerge with smiles. That was fine with me, and really made for a more pleasant evening for everybody. Besides, there's no place in the house for that many bodies screwing and sucking at one time. I'd like to give you a nice sensual love scene between me and my Lion after the party but by the time everybody left and we did a little cleaning we barely got a kiss in before we fell asleep in each others' arms. The next morning was different though. Is there any better way to start a new year than curled up with the one you love? Or any day for that matter? "Hi honey," Lion said. "Hi love," I responded and our lips met. It was a long, slow, deep kiss. Hands roamed over familiar territory, which felt fresh all over again. Lion rolled over on his back and I looked over his smooth body. He's recently stopped shaving around his crotch but it's still short and trim. Still as gorgeous and sexy as that day two and a half years ago when I walked into The Tasty Buns and asked a naked busboy for a glass of water. "I know that look." "What look?" "The he's still as beautiful as the day we met look," Daniel said and pulled me down on top of him." "Almost," I said when the kiss broke, "It's the he's even more beautiful than the day we met look." With a touch he flipped us over so he was on top. "I would suggest taking your morning piss but I expect you to be right there looking just as sexy when I get back," Lion said and slipped off. I followed his advice and his order and was back in position when he returned and closed and locked the door behind him. "Boys are still sleeping." "Kids," I said. "Shush," he said and brought a bag of bottles out from behind his back. I raised an eyebrow. "Benjy and Roger's Christmas present. Now turn over." I did and a couple minutes later I started smelling the scented oils and then felt the first being dribbled down my back. Two more oils, two more scents joined the first before he started mingling them across my back. "Oh baby, feels so good," I mumbled. "This is sensuous not soporific," Lion said and slapped my ass. "Get you to write one bit and you're using all those big words," I said and my other cheek got slapped. I turned my head and blew him a kiss that he returned. His long black hair glistened where he'd gotten the oils on it. He goes to the barber regularly now. That's right it's only four inches past his shoulder blades and trimmed so it's easy to get into a ponytail. Since he's six-feet tall now that's still a long gloriously thick lion's mane. My love pressed me back down and got back to work. Feeling the oils seep into my pores felt so good. More than good, warm inside. "Turn over darling," Lion said eventually and then resumed on my front. I tried watching but it was just to relaxing and let my head sag back on the pillow. He's always had muscular but soft hands an innate knowledge of when to go smooth and when to press for best effect, and this morning he was in top form. "Those oils are really doing the trick," Lion said as he flicked my rock hard prick. "Like to think it's the masseuse more than the oils," I said. His smile grew bigger and brighter as he flipped his mane behind him and roared. "Don't wake the cubs dear." "That's why I locked the door. Probably just give them ideas anyway." We both laughed at that as Lion began to massage the oils into my cock. It felt different than usual. Hot and sexy without being close to the edge despite how hard I was. But I didn't want to wait. "Take me in you now my love." He took my hard cock in his hand and guided the oil slicked tool inside him. Don't know if it was his experienced ass or the oils or both but I slid into a tight glove like it was form fitting. "Feels so good, so nice and tight," I said. "Filling me up like never before. Like I'm being touched places I've never been touched before and feeling it all so gently." We started making love, taking our time, switch positions for what seemed forever. I'd gotten to the edge countless times and each time he backed me down. I took his now hard throbbing oil covered cock in my hand and began stroking while looking down at his face. "It's time," I said, "take me to that place only you can." I kneeled before him. Motionless except for my slow hand motions while he worked his ass muscles around me. I watched his face and that brought me closer. "I love you," my love said and I filled his insides as he coated both our stomachs. A couple days later we had successfully sent Orin and Bruce back home to Las Vegas and caught up with the post-holiday chaos at the office. The hotels and clubs had been packed for New Years Eve and everybody was thrilled. It was a warmish Thursday evening so I booked a table for two in Peter's Italian Garden's garden. It's a great Italian place and really romantic out back. We sat there talking, sharing each other's meals when something in the corner of the garden caught my eye. I pointed and Daniel followed my gaze. Dan and Wayne were at the table and Dan was kneeling in front of Wayne. The restaurant went romantically still. "Wayne, will you marry me?" Dan asked. There was silence for a moment as Wayne looked at Dan. "Yes," Wayne said at last. "I will marry you." Everybody started cheering, us included, but I looked Daniel in the eyes with a broad smile. "I know," my fiancee said. Definitely to be continued... *With Aaron, Dream Street, Powersound, Billy Gilman, the Moffatts and special appearances by Haley and Elton John. (To read the whole story go to nifty.org and the Samurai Inc. series in the gay/celebrity section.) Jonathan Sorrel and Joe Werner are two of the lead characters from my Mall Punk series, which you can also find in the adult-youth section of nifty.org.