Date: Tue, 20 Dec 2005 00:27:50 EST
From: Colcalverley@aol.com
Subject: At the Christmas Party

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AT THE CHRISTMAS PARTY

Hi, my name's Frank Noble and you've probably seen my name over the small
Department Store (Noble Corner) just off London's Oxford Street shopping
centre.

The run up to Christmas is a particularly busy time for us and has been
since my step-father opened a small single-frontage shop twenty-three years
ago.  Sadly he died shortly afterwards and as a lad of eighteen I found
myself in charge of the business.  Out of respect for him I changed my name
to his and the business carried on unchanged. My small staff of three were
supportive, honest and hard-working and when the shop next-door became
vacant I took possession, and so on until today, when I have a row of five
shops and a staff of around thirty.  Two of the original staff are still
with me in senior positions and the third retired last year from her job as
General Manager.

I price my merchandise slightly lower than the well-know shops like
Selfridges and John Lewis and consequently we are always busy.

Right from the beginning I have gathered my staff together at closing time
(noon) on Christmas eve (I always give them a half day so that they can get
any last minute bits and pieces done).  We all have a little chat over a
few cases of beer and a couple of bottles of sherry, then I issue the usual
invitation: `I shall be in the bar of the Imperial Hotel this evening from
6.30 and then in the restaurant from 7.30.  Anybody who would like to join
me for a few drinks and a good meal is more than welcome.'

I have issued this invitation every year.  The first year all three staff
declined the invitation as they (unlike me) all had families at home.  The
same has happened every year since then, and it had now become a tradition
that nobody took me up on my offer.  I always went to the Imperial `just in
case' but nobody ever turned up.  I don't think there was any reason; I
just think it was considered as `traditional'.

At six thirty I took my seat at the bar and ordered my usual Campari and
soda.  The staff at the Imperial knew me well as I use the bar regularly
and usually ate there once a week.  I also used the hotel from time to time
if I had somebody to `entertain' and when I booked a double room they knew
that it wouldn't be a young lady who would be joining me for the night.

I had been sitting at the bar for about ten minutes when a voice behind me
said `Allo Guv'nor'.  I looked straight ahead into the mirror behind the
bar and saw a face that I vaguely recognised.  `Don't tell me I'm the first
to arrive' said the young man.

I turned my head and the penny suddenly dropped that this was the newest
and youngest member of staff, a 16 year-old school-leaver employed in
September who did all the glamorous jobs like sweeping the dog shit off the
pavement and cleaning out the fryers in the staff canteen.  I floundered
for a moment until I remembered his name `Hello, Billy, what are you doing
here? I asked, forgetting that I had invited him as well as everyone else.

`I'm `ere for the Christmas party' he said.

The barman approached and I said `Well, you'd better have a drink then.'
He ordered a pint of lager, so I got him a Stella Artois (a premium
strength lager with quite a bitter bite).

I said nothing about him being underage for drinking and the barman seemed
to assume that he was older.

I looked at him as I raised my glass in salutation and said `You look very
smart this evening.'

He wore a pair of fine white trousers and as he removed his leather jacket
he revealed more of the sparkly purple shirt underneath, which would have
been more at home in a gay club than in the luxury of the Imperial Hotel
bar.  `Fanks guv' he said `I've never been to a swanky do like this before
so I wasn't sure what to wear.'

He dropped his jacket on the floor and as he bent away from me to pick it
up I could see the pattern on his underpants through the thin material of
his trousers, which moulded itself beautifully to his pert little mounds as
he bent.

I could hardly keep my hands to myself but this was the Imperial Hotel so I
mentally handcuffed myself.

`What time will the others be arriving? He asked.  I took a deep glug of my
Campari and soda and said `Well, it's been a tradition for twenty-three
years that, although I issue an invitation for everyone to join me, nobody
ever turns up ... Until tonight, that is.

`What a rotten load of buggers' said Billy `it's a fuckin' good job I came
then, pardon my language' he said and sat on the stool next to me.

Billy was, as you will have realised, a rough and ready sort of lad with
few manners and crude language, but his heart was in the right place and
now I looked closely at him I realised how handsome he was, Life had so far
been very kind to him in that there was no sign of teenage acne and his
face was perfectly unblemished.  He was about 5'10" tall with dark brown
hair and hazel eyes.  His face was perfectly smooth and showed no signs of
hair.  His hands were thin with extremely long fingers, which I could
imagine wrapping themselves around my randy, middle-aged cock.  I also
noticed that he was wearing earrings with quite large stones in them.  I
commented on how expensive the looked and he said `Yeah, mum won't let me
wear them for work, she says they look poofy, but they did cost me a lot of
money, and I like them.'

As he sat on the stool one of his loafers dropped on to the floor and I
realised that he was not wearing socks as he hastily picked it up an put it
back on.

`I don't know' I said jokingly `You can afford expensive jewellery but you
can't keep yourself in socks.'

`Oh, I hate the fuckin' things' said Billy.  If I wear socks my feet get
all sweaty and I can't get comfortable.  Mum says I have to wear them for
work, but when I'm out and about I please myself.'

Billy was two-thirds through his lager and my glass was empty so I ordered
another round which went on my tab (or bar bill if you prefer) which would
be added to my dinner later.

`That's what I call class' said Billy `Not having to pay every time like in
the pub, it show's you're respected and trusted.'  I didn't disillusion him
by telling him that they had my credit card behind the bar, so there was no
chance of me running off without paying.

`Shouldn't you be out with your girlfriend on Christmas eve?' I asked him.

`Nah' came the reply `I ain't got no time for girls.  They cost you a
bloody fortune!  And I don't think sex is what it's cracked up to be'.

We continued our drinks making small talk until 7.30, when I said `Well,
we'd better go into the restaurant and get some dinner.'

`Are you sure it's alright?' he asked me `I wouldn't want to intrude if you
want to be on your own, and I'm not sure if my table manners are up to the
Imperial's standard.'

`Nonsense' I said `I'll get us a secluded table and then you won't feel
awkward if you're not sure which knife and fork to use.

`OK guv' he said.

`Billy, I think you'd better call me Frank tonight.  Remember, this is
supposed to be a party.  I'm not your boss tonight.'

`All right' he said `Frankie it is.'

I haven't been called Frankie since it was `little Frankie' and I was in
short trousers but I took it as a term of endearment and I'm sure that's
the way it was meant.

As we entered the restaurant Billy turned round as if to go out again.
`What's the matter?' I asked him.

`Well, they're all booted and suited in there and I'll look like the odd
one out' he said.

`Listen, Billy' I replied `You're my guest and if the Imperial want to keep
my custom they'll accept you the way you are, and if you feel inferior,
just remember the old trick and imagine everyone else is naked and then
you'll be the superior one.

The head waiter came up and greeted me by name `Good evening Anthony' I
replied `a table for two, somewhere quiet please'.

Anthony looked at me, and then looked at Billy, eyeing him up and down as
if to say `that's a bit of rough you've got there'.  He showed us to a
corner table and gave us each a menu, leaving a wine list on the table.  As
he went to leave I whispered in his ear `Yes, he is a bit of rough but he's
young, good-looking if I have anything to do with it he'll be in my bed
tonight, not yours, you old tart.'

Anthony's face took on a sickly smile as he remembered all the times he had
been in my bed and he said aloud `very good, Sir'.

We looked at the menu for a while until Billy said `Fucking Hell, will ya
look at those prices!'

I told him not to take any notice and order what he wanted.  When Anthony
came back to take our order he was very civil, but when Billy ordered the
lobster starter which was the most expensive item on the menu (it was
poached in champagne and served with truffle sauce) he looked to me for my
approval.  I made no comment save to order an expensive bottle of Chablis
(premier cru, of course) to go with it and he went away with his tail
between his legs.

As we waited for our starters Billy polished off half the bottle of wine
and was clearly mellowing nicely by the time the lobster arrived.  We were
half way through when he asked me if I minded if he took his shoes off so I
told him to make himself at home, which he did.  He polished off the
lobster with panache followed by another glass of the Chablis.

We had both ordered beef for the main course, roast rib for me and a fillet
steak for Billy.  I had ordered a nice Macon rouge to go with it which was
served at absolutely the perfect temperature, so I asked them to ready a
second bottle as this is a wine which I could really enjoy myself.

Billy obviously felt the same as he was quaffing like there was no
tomorrow.  As usual for the Imperial, the food was excellent and while we
digested our beef prior to ordering a sweet course Billy decided to make
himself really comfortable, sunk down in his seat a little and put his feet
up on my chair in between my legs.  I offered him a cigar, which he
accepted and which Anthony went to great trouble to light perfectly for
him.  As he sat back and luxuriated he stretched himself and his toes came
into contact with my cock through the material of my trousers.  He
apologised quickly and I told him not to worry.  He took me at my word and
the next thing I knew was that his toes were resting lightly against my
hardening cock.

Anthony returned with the dessert menu and I asked him to tell the chef to
remove some Stilton, Cheddar and Camembert from the fridge and bring it up
to room temperature to be served a little later with a bottle of Graham's
Late-Bottled Port.

We ordered our desserts and Billy's foot started to tap against my cock in
time to the background music.  I got harder and harder until I was almost
certain that Billy knew exactly what effect he was having on me.  Before
any real damage was done (i.e. before I creamed my underpants) Anthony
returned with our sundaes and Billy removed his feet from my lap with a
look of regret.

When we had finished our desserts I asked Billy whether he would like to
have cheese and biscuits at the table or whether he wanted to adjourn to my
room.  `Oh, lets go to your room, I can make myself nice and comfortable
there'.  He had a little trouble with the word `comfortable' but I
remembered what I was like when I was sixteen, and if I had had as much to
drink as he had I doubt whether I would have been able to speak at all.  I
helped him on with his shoes as he seemed to have just a little difficulty
focusing on them and could feel that the skin of his feet was silky smooth
without a hint of dampness or perspiration, and we left the restaurant a
little unsteadily, Anthony whispering in my ear as I left
`Cradle-snatcher'.

I decided that a breath of fresh air might be in order so I left Billy
propping up one of the pillars outside the main entrance while I settled
the bill and arranged for the cheese and biscuits to be sent up to my room.

When I went back outside the main door Billy was deep in conversation with
Freddie, the commissionaire, telling him what a good boss I was and how
much I had spent on the meal and now we were going to my room for cheese
and biscuits.  As we turned to come back in Freddie, who knew me very well,
said `I just hope he makes it through the cheese and biscuits and on to the
final treat of the night.'  I gave Freddie a wink and said `I think he'll
be OK, if not I've at least got someone warm to cuddle up to.'

`Yes' said Freddie, `but he's a bloody expensive hot water bottle'

The fresh air seemed to have done some good and Billy could almost walk
straight on his own.

When we got out of the lift, Billy followed me down the corridor to the
room, and when he followed me in I noticed that he was shoeless.  When I
asked him why he said `I wanted to feel that beautiful carpet between my
toes and I couldn't be fuckin' bothered to pick them up.'

I retrieved his shoes for him after I had sat him on the sofa and told him
to help himself to the cheese and biscuits which had already arrived.  I
then opened the bottle of port and poured two glasses.

Billy, as I had anticipated, was more interested in the port than the food
and was well into his second glass when his eyes started to glaze over.  I
managed to grab the glass and prevent spillage as he slumped over on the
sofa, dead to the world.

I picked him up and carried him into the bedroom and laid him
unceremoniously on the bed (although he was only very slim, he was still
quite a weight).

I slowly started to remove his clothes, first his shirt revealing a
perfectly smooth chest, slightly tanned with very dark nipples.  When I
removed his trousers he stirred a little but did not open his eyes so I
assumed he was still asleep.  I had a little difficulty removing the
trousers as he was so far gone that he did not help me at all as I revealed
his slim but shapely legs with a soft downy covering of fine hair.  I
couldn't help myself, I had to have a feel of his package through his tight
little red and white underpants and lo and behold his cock started to stir.
I pulled his underpants down revealing a perfect cock, around 5 inches long
in it's semi erect state and quite thin with a patch of brown pubic hair at
the base.  His smooth balls were in perfect proportion to his cock, but
were about the lowest-hanging balls I had ever seen and were totally
hairless.  His arse consisted of two perfect round globes with the most
inviting crack in between, which was again hairless.

I slipped the underpants off and looked down admiringly at what I
considered to be the most perfect male body I had ever seen.  I think it
was at this point that I realised I was starting to fall in love.

My cock started to stir inside my trousers and I quickly stripped off and
climbed into bed with Billy.  I was sorely tempted to take advantage of his
drunken state but I have always believed that sex should be by mutual
agreement, and although I was almost sure he would have agreed, I couldn't
be certain.

He turned away from me and I spooned up to him, resting my seven inches in
his arse crack and laying my arm around him touching his stomach.

I was just nodding off when I felt him move my hand downwards on to his now
hard cock.  I'm pretty sure he was still asleep and was probably dreaming.

I was woken about two hours later by a low moaning.  I lay still, and then
I heard `Oooooo Shhhhhit' as Billy crawled out of the bed and headed
unsteadily towards the bathroom, making it just in time before the sound of
vomiting began.

Now, I have been in a similar state once or twice and I know that a cold
damp flannel placed on the brow is worth more than a thousand words of
sympathy, so I quickly put on one of the bathrobes that the hotel supplied
and soaked a flannel with cold water.

I knelt beside Billy and placed the flannel on his brow.  He murmured his
thanks before the next bout of vomiting wracked his wonderful body.

After about ten minutes his agonies were over and I helped him to his feet
and back to bed.  It was at this moment that he realised he was naked and
had the grace to blush.  `Don't tell me', he said `I stripped off last
night and came on to you.  I'm terrible when I'm drunk.  It's the only time
I can be honest about being gay and now I've probably lost my job over it.'

`On the contrary, Billy', I told him `I took your clothes off and put you
to bed.'

`Yeah' he said `and now I've let the cat out of the bag and told you I'm
gay.  That's certainly finished me at Noble Corner'

`I wouldn't assume too much' I told him opening my bathrobe to reveal my
own nakedness and climbing into bed next to him.

For a moment he was speechless and started several times to say something,
but could only manage `Wh...but...er...'

`Let me spell it out for you' I said `Before tonight I had hardly ever
noticed you, but when you turned up in all your finery I couldn't help but
like you.  You're so genuine, there are no airs and graces about you and
you have a wonderful personality.  I knew that if I plied you with drink
you would lose your inhibitions and that I might be able to corrupt you
sexually and get you to spend the night with me, but unfortunately you
passed out on me before I could find out for sure, although I suspected
that you wouldn't be averse to a bit of fun when you started massaging my
cock with your toes at the dinner table.  After you passed out I brought
you in here and stripped your clothes off and when I looked down at your
vulnerable naked body I think I fell in love with you.'

I really thought I had now blown it as Billy was struggling to get out of
bed.  `Where are you going?' I asked.

`To clean my teeth' he replied `I can't very well kiss you with the smell
of vomit on my breath, can I?'

He was back with me two minutes later and we fell into a deep kiss,
innocent at first, but soon becoming more passionate as both our cocks
started to rise to attention.

`I'm not going to make love to you now' I said, `I don't want anything to
set off your stomach again, but be warned that I intend to have my wicked
way with you as soon as daylight creeps through the window.'

`You'll have to catch me first' he said `but make sure all the doors are
locked and I can't run too far.'

We stayed in each others arms for the rest of the night, kissing and
feeling each other whenever consciousness permitted.

Seven o'clock finally came and I whispered in Billy's ear `Happy Christmas,
Billy, I believe that I fancy a sausage for breakfast, preferable served
with cream.  I moved into the `69' position and said `If you fancy
something similar, perhaps you'd better help yourself'

And that's how we started, with Billy proving to me that not only did he
look great, he tasted great as well, my sausage being served (eventually)
with the thickest, sweetest cream that I have ever tasted, followed by a
liberal helping of stuffing, being the insatiable `bottom' that I am.

`I can't believe this' said Billy.  `This can't be happening to me, I've
never been this lucky before.'

`I hope you'll still consider yourself lucky when I tell you what I'd like
to give you for Christmas' I said.

His eyes lit up.  `You've got a present for me?' he asked.

`Sort of' I said `Not anything that you can hold, except my body, but I'm
afraid I'll have to sack you from your job...'

`I knew it' he said `I...'

I held up my hand and he stopped.

`Otherwise' I continued `You cant become my personal assistant.'

`WHAT?' he shouted incredulously

`But be warned' I said `sometimes you'll have to work the night shift as
well as the day shift.'

`Seven days a week if you like' he said.

`That's what I had in mind' I replied.  When will you be seventeen?'

`First of February' he said.

`Brilliant!' I said, `You can have driving lessons and become my chauffeur
as well.'

We hugged and as we lay in one another's arms he said `There's just one
thing'

`What's that?' I asked.

`My name's not Billy, it's Dean.'

`Change it' I said `you'll always be Billy to me, and I mean `always'.

`OK, Guv' he said and hugged me so hard that we connected from lip to toe,
our cocks straining between us ready for the next `act of love'.

`'Ere, Guv' said Billy `Why don't you come home with me for Christmas day?'

`Well, for one thing, I don't think your mother would appreciate me turning
up out of the blue, and for another thing, how are you going to explain me
without saying that we're lovers?'

`Well, I could tell Mum that I got drunk last night and you put me up.  My
sister knows that I'm gay so she won't be bothered.'

`How come your sister knows?' I asked

`I tell my sister everything.  We have no secrets from one another.
Although I have mates, my sister is really my only true friend.'

`Am I not your friend now?' I asked.

`Not in the same way' said Billy.  `I think I love you, but in a totally
different way, but I think friendship will come in time'.

`I think you're absolutely right' I told Billy `now, let's order breakfast
and talk about how we're going to explain this to your mum.'

`You mean you'll come?' he said incredulously.

`Of course I'll come' I said `You're my new love, Billy, and I don't want
to let you out of my sight..

I telephoned room service and ordered two full English breakfasts (Fried
eggs, bacon, sausage, grilled tomato, black pudding and mushrooms with a
pot of tea for two) while Billy started to apologise in advance for his
family and where he lived.

`Billy' I told him `Please don't think of apologising.  After my dad fucked
off, mum and I lived in a council house for several years.  She worked
damned hard to keep us fed and clothed with a roof over our heads.
Housework went by the board a lot of the time because she was too tired to
do it, but she kept the place reasonably clean.  It's only when she met the
man who was to become my step father that things started looking up again.
I could tell that he was a good man from the start, although mum didn't
trust him for a long, long time.  So, you see, we both had pretty much the
same upbringing until I was your age, then we went and lived with him and
they got married.  We all had a couple of very happy years before he died,
but he left us well provided for with the house and an expanding business
which, fortunately, I cottoned on to pretty quickly, so you see, I'll feel
perfectly at home with your family, I just hope that they take to me.'

`I'll phone mum and let her know you're coming' he said and picked up the
bedside telephone.  I went to the bathroom for a pee, but could hear him
talking to his mum, telling the story we had planned.  I called through
`Ask your mum if she needs anything and we'll stop and pick it up on the
way from the store.'

Room service arrived with our breakfast, which we ate and enjoyed and then
we set off for the store.  I opened the side entrance (for staff) and
turned off the alarm.  I sent Billy to the food hall to pick up what his
mum needed, arranging to meet him back at the staff entrance, while I went
to the menswear department, picking up a bouquet of flowers from floristry
on the way.  I kitted myself out in casual clothes and returned to the
staff entrance, via wines and spirits where I collected a couple of bottles
of Chablis and a good bottle of brandy, and then to jewellery where I
picked out small gifts for Billy, his mother and his sister.

When Billy saw me he remarked that this was the first time he had seen me
when I hadn't been wearing a suit.  I pointed out that he had seen me
naked, but he reminded me that I had been wearing my `birthday suit'.

We laughed, hugged, kissed and had to make a concerted effort not to strip
off and make love there and then.

We loaded everything into the car and set off for Billy's home which was
only a couple of miles away.  `Don't forget to call me by name and not
`Guv' I said.  I want your mum and sister to think of us as friends.'

`OK Frankie' he said, patting me on the knee, then resting his hand there,
slowly moving it upwards.

`Don't distract me when I'm driving' I said, my cock starting to harden in
my new slacks.

We arrived at a small council estate and Billy directed me to a
semi-detached house on a corner plot.  The house looked presentable, the
curtains were clean and the garden showed signs of being looked after,
although in the depths of winter nobody did very much in the garden.

As we got out of the car the front door opened and a girl of around
eighteen or nineteen appeared asking if we needed any help.  `Frankie, this
is my sister, Jill.  Jill, this is my friend Frankie.' Said Billy.

`Just your friend, Dean? She asked with a knowing smile.

Billy winked at her and said `SSssshhhhhh, mum might hear.'

We went into the house and he led me into the sitting room.  I had
forgotten how compact some council houses were and felt that I was entering
a little doll's house.

Billy sat me down and took the food and drink we had brought into the
kitchen.  He returned a couple of minutes later with a good-looking lady in
her forties who he introduced as his mother.  We shook hands rather
formally and she thanked me for looking after Billy (or Dean) the previous
night, apologising for the fact that he had got drunk.  I assured her that
I had been in almost as bad a state and telling her that that we inebriates
stuck together.

We all laughed and the little tension there had been suddenly eased.  She
told me that I should call her Mary and offered me a drink.  I told her
that I would really appreciate `a nice cup of tea' and I think I went up in
her estimation.

Jill was quite a chatterbox and had the knack of drawing out information
without seeming to ask too many questions.  I was suddenly aware that I had
practically told her my life story without her seeming to pry.  I was on
the verge of telling her how much I loved her brother, but I just managed
to stop myself.

I made my excuses and went for a pee, then joined Mary in the kitchen.
Everything seemed to be underway nicely with the Christmas lunch and Mary
was sipping a glass of sherry.  It was the only drink she had been able to
afford, she told me, and she thanked me profusely for the bottles of wine
and the brandy which I had brought.  She asked how long I had known Dean
and I told her since he had come to work at the store.  `Oh,' she said `You
work there as well, I wondered how he had come to meet you.  You must have
been at the Christmas party as well, then.'

Of course, I told her that I was, but not that Billy and I were the only
two there.  We chatted about Billy and how he seemed to have settled down a
bit since he came to work at the store, whereas he used to be a bit of a
tearaway and hadn't been able to hold a job down.  I told her that I had
heard a whisper that Billy (or Dean) was being considered for promotion.
She was duly impressed and said `Well, I suppose that being management you
get to hear the whispers.'

At this point Billy joined us and changed the subject. `Ere, Frankie, I
hope you're not chatting up my mum' he said.

`On the contrary' I said `but don't start putting ideas in my head' I said
and returned to the sitting room.  Jill looked up as I entered and smiled.

`Dean seems to have taken quite a shine to you' she said `I hope that
you're serious and you're not going to drop him cold after you've finished
with him.'

`What on earth do you mean?' I asked.

`Come off it, Frankie' she said `I'm not stupid.  I know Dean's gay and it
doesn't take much to guess that you two spent the night together.  Dean's
only been serious about one other fellow and when they split up it nearly
broke Dean's heart.  It was then that he told me he was gay, although I'd
had my suspicions since he was about fourteen.  He's tried to go out with
girls.  He's even bedded them, but when all's said and done he only fancies
fellows.

`I see' I said, `well, let me tell you that I've never felt quite like I
feel about Dean before.  I've always known I've been gay and I've had
countless relationships in the past but I've never felt like this about
anyone.  Even though I've only been out just the once with Dean I've
decided that he's the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.  I love
him.  I love his brilliant personality, his cheesy grin, his winning smile
and, of course, I love him physically.  No other man has ever turned me on
like he does.'

I thought that I might have gone too far, but Jill came and sat next to me,
put her arms around me and hugged me, saying `Welcome to the family,
Frankie.'

`Ere, what's going on here' said Billy from the doorway.

`Can't I hug my sister-in-law? I asked.

`Yer what!!!' said Billy.

`It's OK Billy, I won't steal him from you' said Jill `I can see he makes
you happy and he certainly loves you' she said.

`Who loves who?' said Mary, coming into the room.

Nobody spoke until Mary said `Well, it's pretty obvious, I can tell by the
way you look at one another.  I can't say I'm surprised.  You've never
found any happiness with the girls, Dean, so I half guessed you were
batting for the other side.  Then when I saw how you looked at one another
today, I knew for certain.  When I was a kid this sort of thing was never
mentioned and would never have been tolerated, but all I want for you, son,
is that you're happy, and if Frankie makes you happy, then that's fine by
me.  I'd rather have him in my family than some biker with a ring through
his nose and heaven alone knows what other part of his body.' (I smiled as
I recalled Trevor, a conquest of mine who had that piercing, plus his
nipples, navel, and cock).

Mary then turned to me and said `Well, Frankie, now we all know where we
stand, why don't you give your mother-in-law a hug?'  I took her in my
arms, almost squeezing the life out of her and kissed her on the cheek and
whispered `Thanks, Mary.'

She whispered back `If you ever upset him I'll cut your balls off, and
that's a promise.' Then she said aloud, `Now, I'd better get back to the
kitchen.  Jill, you can give me a hand for a few minutes and we'll leave
these two love birds together.'

As they left the room Billy said `What happened there?  I can't believe
what just happened.  I took him in my arms and said `Well, Billy, it looks
like we're a couple whether we like it or not, and we've got the family's
blessing, even though we didn't ask for it.

We kissed deeply and then sat holding hands on the sofa.  As Mary returned
to the room Billy made as if to take his hand away, but I held on to him
tightly.  Mary looked at us and smiled, saying `I never thought I'd ever
say this to two men, but you really do make a great couple.'  We stood and
joined in a three-way hug and Billy said `Thanks, mum, for being so
understanding.'

`Dinner in ten minutes' said Mary `If one of you would like to open the
wine and help Jill to set the table and the other can help me in the
kitchen.'

As I helped Jill to lay the table I asked where each of us would be sitting
and when she left the room I placed the gifts I had brought from the store
on to the table mats in their respective place settings.

Mary was thrilled with the gold chain and pendant I had brought for her.
Jill loved the little bracelet and Billy could not believe his eyes when he
opened his lovely gold necklet I had selected for him.  Each of them gave
me a `thank you' kiss as we sat down to enjoy our first Christmas meal
together.

We ate a wonderful main course, but then Billy slipped up and said `Help me
to clear the table, guv.'

`Guv?' said Mary `Guv?  Why did you call Frankie Guv?.......hold on
...Frankie... Frank Noble?  She asked, not believing that her son could be
romantically attached with the owner of the store.

`I'm afraid so, Mary' I said `Sorry if that doesn't meet with your approval
but that's how I know that Dean is going to be promoted.  He's going to
become my personal assistant.  It sounds very glamorous, but I assure you
he'll have to earn his living.

`Oh, I don't object' said Mary `I just can't believe that you've chosen my
Dean when you could have your pick of any man you wanted.'

`I've chosen your Dean' I said `because he's the only one that has wormed
his way into my heart and made me fall in love with him.

`Well' she said with a laugh in her voice `Your exalted position won't cut
any ice in this house, you can still help him to clear the bloody table'
she said.

`Yes, Ma'am' I said and matched the deed to the word.

We chatted while we ate our Christmas pudding and I got to know more about
Mary and Jill and began to feel that we would all get on famously.  They
had begun to treat me like one of the family.

After dinner we sat and watched the queen's speech and the usual rubbish
they serve up on television nowadays when Jill asked `What are you two
doing tonight?  Are you going to stay here or go back to your place,
Frankie'.

`Well,' I said `I hadn't given it much thought.'

`Well' said Mary `if you want to have a drink, then you can't drive so
you'd better stay here.  I don't suppose you'll want me to make up the
spare bed?...........'

`Oh, I think there's room in mine for two' said Billy with a lewd smile.

`Dirty little sod' said his mum, then burst out laughing.

So, after we spent the evening getting to know one another a little better,
we spent the night in Billy's 3-foot bed, testing the springs and making
the most alarming creaks, and having to face mum and Jill's indiscreet
smiles and comments the following morning

That was all over twenty years ago.  Dean changed his name legally to Billy
as a gesture of his devotion and we changed his surname to Noble when a
priest friend of ours blessed our union, and now that gay weddings are a
reality we will very soon be walking down the aisle together, as much in
love now as we were then.

As I lay here now with Billy asleep in my arms, it's just like that first
time at the Imperial.  OK, there may be a few extra pounds of flesh on his
bones and there may be a little less hair on his head but he is till
absolutely perfect in my eyes.

He was, is, and always will be `My Billy'


The Colonel

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