CP Fiction by Bobby Watson
Copyright © 2017 Bobby Watson, All Rights Reserved.
(Author Note: This is the third story in a series. This series is based on
characters and situations originally introduced in the CP novels, Camp
Torowa Falls and Camp Torowa Falls 1964 .
This series may be read independently of those novels.)
For best results, you should read the first two chapters of this series first.)
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Some of us fall by the wayside
And some of us soar to the stars
And some of us sail through our troubles
And some have to live with the scars
In the circle, the circle of life
"The Circle of Life" - Elton John, Soundtrack from The Lion King, 1994
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Friday morning turned out to be much more laid back and unhurried than Thursday had been. The boys still had to get up at 7:30 AM. But they enjoyed a leisurely breakfast with a choice of Cranberry Walnut Pancakes with mild Amish sausage or Bacon Hash with Eggs. Plain Buttermilk Pancakes were an option for those who didn't care for cranberries or walnuts.
Mike chose the Cranberry Walnut Pancakes even though he wasn't all that fond of cranberries. He was surprised to discover that he loved these pancakes. The sourness of the cranberries contrasted nicely with the sweetness of the pure Vermont maple syrup. Jeez, why did he suddenly sound like one of those TV chefs? Mike realized that he had probably been spending too much time watching the Food Network, which happened to be his Mom's favorite.
After breakfast Uncle Corey gave the boys a quick tour of the back yard and dock. The Lane back yard was waterfront on the King's Harbour Lagoon, a navigable freshwater lake. In fact the entire marina area within King's Harbour was freshwater. A lock allowed passage from the fresh water of the private community to the brackish water of the Intercoastal Waterway, which ultimately gave access to the salt water of the Atlantic Ocean.
The lock not only maintained the fresh water nature of the marina/lake, but it also served as a gate, limiting access to the King's Harbour waterways to residents and their invited (and listed ahead of time) guests. This meant that King's Harbour Yacht and Country Club was a gated community in all respects.
The view of the lagoon from the Lane back yard was largely obstructed by the 47 foot yacht that was tied up at the 60 foot dock that ran parallel to the shore of the lake. This was the Admiral's yacht, Keesog, a 2010 Grand Banks 47 Europa Heritage Pilothouse Trawler. According to Uncle Corey, his trawler was capable of 24 knots maximum speed, with an approximately 1,100 nautical mile range when cruising at 22 knots.
He took the boys aboard - Mike was impressed with the teak and holly wood interior. Below deck there were 3 staterooms and 2 heads complete with showers. Mike was bewildered by all the gear in the pilothouse. There was an array of dials, switches, and display screens, plus a few levers. In fact the "wheel" for steering the boat was the only bit of technology there that Mike immediately recognized.
Jack was also obviously confused by the pilothouse equipment. He said, "Do you know what all this stuff does, Uncle Corey?"
The Admiral chuckled, "Oh, yeah, Jack. I regularly operate this vessel by myself. I haven't run into anything yet. Or gotten lost."
Mike said, "The pilothouses on the Navy ships you served on were a lot more complicated than this one, right?"
Uncle Corey laughed out loud, "Yes indeed, Mike. The bridge of an Aegis missile cruiser makes this look like a toy by comparison... because it is a toy compared to any modern Naval vessel."
"Do you miss serving on those cruisers, Grandpa?" said Jamey.
Uncle Corey thought about it for a few seconds. "Yes and no, Jamey. I miss being at sea with a great crew, which I purely loved - even if someone was shooting at us. But I don't miss being away from my wife and family for up to 9 months at a time. I missed so many important events in my son's lives, including their births."
"How could you miss their births, Uncle Corey?" said Jack.
Corey had a wry grin on his face, "The father doesn't have to be present for a child's birth, just for the conception."
"Okay," said Jack, doubtfully.
"Hmmm," said Uncle Corey. "Maybe they haven't covered this in your science class... or you slept through it. If you don't understand how human reproduction works, ask your parents. I don't have the time or inclination to teach you about that process this morning."
"Yes, Admiral," said Jack, still looking confused.
Uncle Corey looked down at the confused boy, shrugged, then said, "Anyway, I was deployed to the Mediterranean on USS Sellers, a guided missile destroyer homeported in Charleston, South Carolina when the boys were born." He glanced at his wristwatch. "Let's finish this tour and get back to the house. We have to leave for the club soon."
They arrived at the club just before 10 AM and finished setting everything up by 10:30 AM. They finally got to really practice "The Little Drummer Boy" and it went okay. T.J. sang the first verse on his own. He had a surprisingly good voice. Then the rest of the choir joined in for the rest of the song. Their voices were good enough, at least when singing together, that Uncle Will decided that the adults would rest their voices for that song and just accompany the boys on their instruments. They only had to run through it - including the stage moves - twice before Uncle Will was satisfied.
Next they rehearsed a few of the Christmas songs the boys had missed because of the rum debacle on Thursday. They started off with "Blue Christmas" by Elvis Presley and sung by Uncle Corey. The morning rehearsal ended with the traditional carol "Silent Night" sung by Aunt Anna.
Lunch on Friday was far different than on Thursday. The group would be eating dinner at the club on Friday and Saturday. Therefore two of the stage techs were dispatched to bring back an Asian carry-out banquet for their lunch on Friday. One tech brought food from a classic Chinese carry-out joint. The other tech brought back food from a local Thai/Sushi restaurant.
The choir members all ordered the more familiar Chinese food. Mike got a Sesame Chicken lunch platter that came with Pork Fried Rice and an egg roll. Jamey ordered the Pepper Steak With Onion lunch platter. But the type of cuisine was not the only difference. After the Rum Debacle from Thursday the boys were not allowed to have their own table. In fact they were split up across several tables and seated with adults. Mike didn't mind sitting with Jamey at a table that included Uncle Dana, Uncle Corey and Aunt Anna.
As they ate their lunch at the front two rows of tables, Mike noticed members of the public watching them as they chowed down on Asian food while the paying customers ate the usual food off the club kitchen menu. This led him to ask, "Is it legal for us to be eating outside food here?"
The adults shared a hearty laugh, then Uncle Dana said, "Well, speaking as a lawyer, there are no specific laws preventing outside food or drink in a restaurant. But like most restaurants we usually don't allow outside food in here since there are liability insurance issues. Plus of course the whole point is to sell guests our own food and drink at retail prices. In the case of Lighthouse and Friends, all six owners of the club are in the group. It's our club, so we can do whatever the hell we want."
"We've actually rented the hall out to large groups for wedding receptions and similar events," said Aunt Anna. "We allowed some of those events to be catered by outside caterers, but of course we charged more for the hall rental when we weren't the caterer."
"Why would someone insist on using an outside caterer if it cost so much more? said Jamey.
"Well," said Uncle Dana, "one reason would be if the client wants food for their event that we don't, or maybe even can't make here. An Asian banquet like this one, just for one example."
Aunt Anna looked at her husband, who was diligently working on eating some spicy Thai dish. "Do you have anything to add, Corey?"
Uncle Corey looked up, "Nope, you two seem to have all the bases covered. Besides, this is the best Panang Chicken Curry I've ever had."
"Well, that's different," said Aunt Anna. She and Dana both laughed, but Uncle Corey ignored them and went back to eating.
Santa knows who's good
Do the things you should
And we bet you
He won't forget you
We are Santa's elves
"We Are Santa's Elves" - Burl Ives, Soundtrack from Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, 1964
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Things started going downhill immediately after lunch. Uncle Will announced that the afternoon would be spent doing dress rehearsals, with normal performance level stage lighting complete with spotlights. Mike knew he was set for the "dress" part of it, having brought along his favorite reindeer sweater to wear for the show.
There was a mutiny among the choir boys when informed that they would be required to wear costumes to perform. They were going to be dressed as elves! "Oh, no we're not!" said Jamey. Mike and the others readily agreed with this sentiment. Mike was so angry that he needed every ounce of self-control he possessed to keep from launching into a profanity-laced protest.
They argued for a while, but even their best arguments were brushed aside. T.J. argued that it made no sense from them to be dressed as elves when they sang "The Little Drummer Boy" in the second set.
Jamey supported T.J.'s logic. "It makes no sense. That song is not about 'The Little Drummer Elf,' it's the 'Little Drummer Boy'! That one actually caused the adults to huddle and decide if the boys had a point.
When the adults decided that it would be okay for the boys to be dressed as elves for that song, Mike knew they were dead. He shared a look with his best friend, and they both rolled their eyes in disgust.
The argument went on briefly until the boys' arguments slid into sarcastic, disrepectful territory. At that point Commander Dan had enough so he switched into command mode. "That's enough of that backtalk, you little brats. You will go back in the dressing room and put on those costumes... Now!"
The man didn't even have to say "or else". That was clearly understood from his tone and the look on his face, a look that was mirrored on the faces of Uncle Jerry, Uncle Corey... and Uncle Alan. Uh, oh! Mike realized that they were even pissing off the kindly old surgeon who tried to help them out just yesterday. Mike mumbled, "Yes, sir," and started heading for the dressing room. He was followed by Jamey and then the three younger boys.
They found their costumes laid out on the four cots in 'their' dressing room. It was far worse than Mike had anticipated.
Each outfit consisted of:
The five boys very reluctantly stripped to their underpants and then put on the costumes. Mike thought he had a couple of bad nightmares while sleeping in that room on Thursday. Looking at himself in a full length mirror was the worst nightmare of all. He looked ridiculous!
"This is nice quality, I mean as costumes go," said Timmy.
"Maybe," said Jamey, "but we all look ridiculous, bro."
"I think we look cute," said Timmy. This sentiment was echoed by T.J.
"You two are crazy," said Jamey. "What do you think, Jack?"
Jack had a mildly sour look on his face, "I could do without it, but what the hell. The brass aren't in any mood for our disobeying orders today. I sure don't want to catch a bad case of the red ass like you guys did yesterday."
"They can't spank us!" said Timmy. "It's Christmas Eve!"
Mike said, "Actually it's December 23rd, which is Christmas Eve Eve, I guess."
"They could and would spank us tomorrow if we gave them a good reason," said Jamey. "They're not in any mood for nonsense this weekend."
The afternoon dress rehearsal was completed without major incidents. Mike quickly realized that the stage lighting, especially the spotlights, made it ridiculously hot on stage. The flannel tunics they were wearing didn't help matters any. This was brought to the attention of the adults. Uncle Corey recommended they stand outside the back stage door to get some fresh air and cool off during breaks between sets. They were going to wear those elf costumes on stage to perform, and no more excuses would be considered.
Mike's embarrassment was eased a bit when he noticed some of the ugly Christmas sweaters being worn by the adult members of the ensemble. Uncle Corey was wearing one of the least cheesy - and most religious - sweaters there. He wore a black sweater that had "the star" embroidered at the top center of the design. Light rays were streaming down to light the nativity scene in the bottom center. In the night sky on the right side (from the wearer's point of view) it said "SILENT NiGHT" in white embroidered letters and on the left side of the rays it said "HOLY NIGHT".
Chuck Eastman was the drummer for Lighthouse. Although raised in the Reform Jewish tradition, Chuck claimed to be a non-practicing Jew. For instance his favorite sandwich was the Bacon Cheeseburger which, as Chuck gleefully pointed out, broke about a dozen Jewish dietary laws. Chuck was wearing the "ugly" sweater that Mike liked best of all... a layered design where each layer represented a different religion. The top layer contained Stars and Christmas Trees, the second was made up of Stars of David and Menorahs. The third layer featured the Yin Yang symbol that represented one of the Asian religions. Mike couldn't remember which one. There were other layers below that which contained symbols that Mike didn't recognize at all. But it all added up to a multicultural Winter Solstice celebration sweater that Mike found attractive.
The music is all for you
It's really all we've got to share
Cause rockin' and rollin'
It's only howlin' at the moon
"Howling At The Moon" - Kansas, Leftoverture, 1976
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The Friday night show began with a brief violin solo played by Aunt Anna, which led into "Howlin' At The Moon" sung by Uncle Alan with Uncle Corey playing lead guitar. Mike had heard that the current core Lighthouse ensemble opened all their shows with this song and ended them with "God Bless the USA" by Lee Greenwood, with Uncle Corey on lead vocals.
The first set ended with "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" with Ray Meehan on lead vocals. Ray was the African-American bass player for Lighthouse. This song also featured Marston Waters on sax and was played in the style of Bruce Springsteen and The E Street Band. During Chief Marston's sax solos a picture of the late, great Clarence Clemons was shown on the large display screen above the stage.
Mike had not seen the display screen in action before the show since the display screen had a problem - one of the circuit boards needed to be replaced and was on backorder. Quite unexpectedly the new circuit board had arrived around lunch time on Friday and the technical crew got it working mere minutes before the show started. They had not prepared a full video package for the shows since they never imagined the screen would be available in time. This information was provided by Uncle Dana, who stood outside the stage door with the boys during the break to "get some air".
Uncle Dana also pointed out a few things that made the boys feel a little less embarrassed by their situation. Several members of the audience were dressed in various holiday-themed costumes. There were least a half-dozen Santa Clauses out there, and one of them had two teenaged sons with him dressed as elves. There were also a couple of angels, a couple of shepherds, and even a Grinch Santa in the audience.
A stage hand popped his head out the door and called them back in for the second set. Mike was cooled off and was feeling better about his predicament. In fact now his main concern was performing "The Little Drummer Boy/Elf/whatever" correctly in front of a full house, which was scheduled for the middle of the second set. As they walked back on stage to take their places Mike was profoundly glad that his choir mates all appeared to have calmed down about the whole Elf costume thing. None of them would getting spanked tonight, which was definitely a good thing.
Before Lighthouse and Friends cranked up their second set there was an "Interlude", at least that's what the official show program called it. Commander Dan walked out on stage by himself and recited the classic holiday poem, "A Visit From St. Nicholas" by Clement Clarke Moore.
Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a mouse...
According to Jamey, his father had been reciting that poem every Christmas Eve since he was ten years old. He first performed it in a Fourth Grade Christmas Show at that age. When he wasn't in a show he would recite it for the family. The only exceptions were when his carrier was deployed overseas over Christmas. Mike could certainly understand that. His own father's carrier was scheduled to return from its Med Cruise in early January - just late enough to miss the holiday season.
After the recitation ended the entire ensemble returned to the stage and set up for the second set. It opened with "Christmas Canon Rock" by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra with Aunt Becky singing the lead vocals. The choir boys keep singing the same four lines in the background as the song was performed.
This night we pray
Our lives will show
This dream He had
Each child still knows
Mike was getting into it now and relaxed about performing in front of 500+ people. Eventually the group performed their gospel version of "Bridge Over Troubled Water" with Uncle Corey doing his Elvis impersonation.
Then it was time for the choir to move stage center and performg "The Little Drummer Boy". Things went exactly as planned until the very end.
I played my drum for Him pa rum pum pum pum
I played my best for Him pa rum pum pum pum,
Rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum
Then He smiled at me pa rum pum pum pum
Me and my drum
Me and my drum
As the choir sang the final repeated line Mike, completely on impulse, reached out and laid his right hand flat on the drumhead. Jamey caught on immediately and placed his right hand on top of Mike's. Jack and Timmy followed the gesture with T.J. adding his hand on top. As the song ended the boys smiled at the audience with their hands piled on the drum - the classic team gesture.
The audience ate it up, there was enthusiastic applause and a couple of shouts of "You go, boys!"
The boys marched back to their usual places stage right. As the group prepared to launch into the next song, "Feliz Navidad" by Jose Feliciano and sung by Uncle Dana, Commander Dan whispered, "When did you guys come up with that stunt?"
Jamey said, "We didn't plan it, Dad. It was spontaneous. I think that's the word."
"Yep," confirmed Commander Dan, "that's the word."
As they began performing Feliz Navidad Mike was wondering if they were in any trouble. He had pretty much forgotten about the whole thing by the time the final song of the set, Aunt Anna singing "Silent Night", ended.
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Once again the boys trooped outside to relax and cool down, this time accompanied by Uncle Corey.
"Are you mad at us, Grandpa?" said Timmy as soon as they got outside.
"Whatever for?" said Uncle Corey. "Oh, the drum team thing. Nah, the audience loved it. I think even Will was impressed. But I will give you this warning - settle for that. That business with the hands on the drum was a spontaneous and genuine show of team spirit. That's why the audience loved it. Don't be trying to draw attention to yourselves when you are stage right in your choir position. It will just make you look greedy. Audiences don't respond well to that."
As the admiral was making this speech Mike noticed a man dressed in a full Santa Claus costume appear from around the corner of the club behind Uncle Corey and approach their little group. "Santa" was followed by two boys in their mid-teens, both dressed in Elf costumes. The two teens looked like they would have preferred being anywhere else at that moment.
Mike was about to warn Uncle Corey of the approaching people when the old sailor turned around to face the newcomers. As he turned the Admiral slipped his right hand behind his back and flipped up the back of his sweater, uncovering his concealed Sig-Sauer pistol in case it became necessary to defend himself and the boys.
Santa stopped about 10 feet away from Uncle Corey. The costumed man said, "Leave your gun in its holster, Admiral. My boys and I mean you no harm."
"Major Groff?" said Uncle Corey. "Is that you?"
"Yes indeed, Admiral," said Major Groff. "I thought I'd bring my boys out to your little Christmas show tonight."
"Well, thank you for coming out tonight, Major," said Uncle Corey. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Yes, I'm afraid there is," said Major Groff sadly. "My two youngin's here are young, dumb, and full of... well, you know the rest."
"Indeed I do, Major. They can be most trying at that age."
"More than trying," said Major Groff. "I'm looking for a relatively private place where I can correct my boys. I noticed you have an empty chair over there next to the stage door. Would you mind terribly if I sat on that chair while dealing with my offspring?"
"Not at all," said Uncle Corey. He gestured towards the chair. "Please be my guest, Major."
"Thank you sir," said Major Groff. He saluted the Admiral, who returned the salute. The Major moved towards the chair, "All right, you two, over here, you know what to do."
"But Papa," said the youngest boy, "not in front of them!"
"Oh really, Stuart, now you want to be modest?" said Major Groff. "You weren't very modest when you had your elf pants pulled down far enough to pleasure yourself, right there in front of God and everyone in our section of the audience. You turned fifteen last week, time to grow up."
"And you, Raymond," said Major Groff, addressing his eldest son. "Sixteen years old going on seventeen, or going on seven, more like. Staring at those young choir boys with your hand down the front of your elf pants up to the elbow. It's obscene!"
"Wait," said Uncle Corey. "Do you mean my choir boys?"
"Aye, Admiral," said Major Groff, shaking his head sadly, "that's exactly who I mean."
Uncle Corey immediately dropped to one knee and gathered the five boys around him. "Listen to me very carefully, boys. Did either of those boys ever touch you? I mean below the belt or in any other way you found disturbing?" He queried each boy seperately wth the results being: two for "No, grandpa" and three for "No, Uncle Corey." Then Uncle Corey said, "Are you all absolutely sure about that?"
Mike said, "I never saw either of those boys before a few minutes ago." This sentiment was echoed by the other four members of the choir.
"They have me convinced, Major," said Uncle Corey as he returned to his feet. "No harm done at this end. We'll be going back inside now to give you some privacy."
Drat! Mike wanted so see this action. It would be good to see someone other than himself or his friends beinng spanked for a change. The two Groff brothers were textbook examples of boy misery. Waiting for a spanking and being unable to do nothing about it. Raymond just stood there dejected. Stuart was hopping from foot to foot periodically, like a little boy who really needed to pee.
"Oh Admiral!" said Major Groff. "Please don't go. I would take it as a personal favor if you and the lads stayed to see justice being done on the backsides of these obscene little villians."
"Well, we can stay for a few minutes," said Uncle Corey. "But when they call us back to start the third set we will have to leave.
"Of course Admiral, understood. Thank you." said Major Groff. He turned to address his sons. "Well, you know the drill by now. Everything below the waist comes off, though in this case you can keep your shoes and socks on. Elf pants and underwear off, now!"
The two teens very reluctantly complied. Raymond was wearing green Calvin Klein boxer briefs under his elf pants. He was sporting a huge bulge up front and when he dropped them it was clear why - the equipment that made that bulge was far more impressive than the bulge itself. This guy was huge! Although the impressive cock was limp, no doubt due to fear over his imminent fate, it hung nearly half way down to his knees. Mike new it would be at least 10 inches long at full mast, possibly longer.
Stuart was wearing plain old tightey whities, in which he created a significant bulge . The equipment he revealed as the briefs came off was nowhere near his brother's size. But for a boy who had just turned 15 years old it was an impressive set of equipment including a sturdy young penis about 5 inches long and a fat set of balls. Like his brother Stuart was limp from fear, but Mike hoped his own gear would be at least that impressive by his fifteenth birthday.
"Stuart," said Major Groff, "get over here!"
The fifteen year old walked slowly and reluctantly over to his seated father, his dangling penis waving like a limp flag does when the slightest of breezes is felt. Soon the gangly boy was over his father's knee. Major Groff had taken off his Santa belt as the boy approached. Mike thought he was gonna whip his son with it. Instead he turned the belt over, pulled on some hiddden buckle on the inside of the belt, and extracted a leather strap that was somehow stored inside of the costume belt. Mike realized that the Santa suit must not be a rental. The belt looked to be about 18 inches long and nearly two inches wide. The Major grabbed both ends and snapped the belt, which made an ominous leathery cracking sound with each snap.
A chill went down Mike's spine. He was profoundly glad that he was not waiting his own turn on Santa's lap. He wouldn't want that nasty strip of leather anywhere near his own soft, tender bottom. Mike was expecting the strapping to begin immediately. Instead, Santa laid the strap down on the back of the green elf tunic. He pulled a pocket knife out of one pocket and something small and green out of another pocket. As Santa flicked open a knife blade from the pocket handle Mike realized that the small green object was a jalapeno pepper. Santa deftly cut a couple of slits in the side of the pepper, closed the knife and put it back in his pocket. Mike had literally no idea what might happen next.
Apparently Stuart did know. "Please Papa, not the pepper!"
"Shut up, you," rumbled Santa. "You're lucky these good folks are in a hurry so I can't do a proper job of it. But I think you will find this... memorable nonetheless."
Mike was amazed when Santa reached down between his son's legs and pulled his penis back up so the tip was visible around the back. Then he rubbed the jalapeno over the sensitive penis tip, squeezing the pepper to make juice and seeds come out and coat the tip and run down the shaft a bit. Stuart's muscles appeared to be locked up, frozen in agony. His vocal cords were working just fine, though. "No papa! Stop! I won't do it again! Papa, please!"
Then Santa massaged some of the juice and seeds under the boy's foreskin and the owner of the foreskin began screaming in agony. At that point Santa released the peppered penis and pushed it back down so it hung limply, away from Santa's pant legs. Then Santa said, "Stop all that caterwaulin', or I'll use a serrano pepper next time."
Within seconds Stuart had stopped screaming and just lay there panting from the pain and the effort required to control his screams. Santa wasted no more time and picked up the strap. He laid it across the waiting bottom, measured the distance and then choked up on the strap as needed to apply the maximum corrective force to the twin targets with each swing of the strap. And then it began.
Craccckk!! Stuart didn't scream, but he did yelp and start pleading again. "Please, Papa, I've learned my lesson."
Craccckk!! More yelping and pleading from the desperate boy, who was writhing over his father's lap. Mike imagined that Stuart's neverous system must be in overload with all these pain signals. Something would have to give soon.
Craccckk!! And it did, suddenly the boy's pickled penis began spraying pee on the pavement beneath the chair as its owner writhed and the limp little sausage flapped around. Stuart began crying.
Craccckk!! Jamey touched Mike on the arm. He looked at his friend, who nodded towards Raymond. The older boy stood there watching his little brother's peppering and spanking. His massive dick was rising to attention. He was turned on watching his brother get it!
Craccckk!! Come to think of it, Mike finally noticed that his "other best friend" was trying to make a small tent in the front of his own elf pants. Weird. But at least Mike had an excuse - he wasn't waiting his own turn on Santa's lap. He seriously doubted he could work up a boner if he was that scared.
Craccckk!! Back to the action: Stuart's still limp penis had stopped spraying constantly, but an occasional squirt of pee would result from another hot lick of the strap.
Craccckk!! Squirt. The boy was balling at this point, but still pleading.
Santa looked over at his audience, apparently remembered that they had to leave soon, and upped the tempo. Craccckk!! Craccckk!! Craccckk!! Squirt. Craccckk!! Craccckk!! Craccckk!! Craccckk!! Squirt. Craccckk!!
The major said, "Are you going to expose yourself in public again?
"No, sir!" Craccckk!! "Owww! I mean it Papa, I will never do it again!" Craccckk!! Squirt.
"All right boy," said Major Groff. "Get up."
Stuart painfully got back on his feet, then he made a move towards rubbing his burning penis. Craccckk!! "Ouch!"
"What did I just say about that behavior in public?" said Major Groff. "Hands behind your head, boy."
"But the pepper seeds are burning me, Papa!"
"Well that's too bad. You'll have to wait until we get home, then you can take a shower and get the seeds out of there. Back to your positiom next to your brother."
Once the younger boy was back in position the Major turned his attention to his first born, who was sporting a full mast boner that curved up. Mike had never seen anything like it before. The Major waved his index finger in the classic "Come here" gesture.
Raymond knew better than to argue. Soon he had replaced his brother on Santa's lap. Another pepper was cut, the boy's erection was forced backwards and between his legs where is stuck out at least two inches. This made it easy for Santa to rub it down with the pepper, making sure that juice and seeds covered the entire tip and the first few inches of the shaft. Raymond didn't scream, but he hissed loudly in pain as his proud penis went up in flames.
Santa wasted no more time, grabbing the strap, measuring the distance, and applying liberally to the indicated area. Craacccckk!! If anything the licks of the strap had more force behind then than was used for the younger boy.
Craacccckk!! Raymond didn't scream or cry, but he grunted as he writhed across Santa's lap. This action caused his erect penis to rub across Santa's pants leg.
Craacccckk!! Craacccckk!! Craacccckk!! Raymond began to plead with his father to stop.
"We're just getting started," said Major Groff, "you idiot boy." Craacccckk!! Craacccckk!!
Mike was taken completely by surprise when Raymond suddenly froze in place, his muscles stretched as his slowly rubbing penis fired off three, four, no five blasts of thick white semen.
When Raymond had finished his orgasm, Santa pushed the sticky, burning penis back down between its owner's legs so that the rapidly deflating organ hung down under the chair like a length of fire hose. Then Santa began working over the boy's muscular but tender backside with a vengeance. Craacccckk!! Craacccckk!! Craacccckk!! Craacccckk!! Craacccckk!! The burn of the strap on his hyper-sensitive post-orgasm flesh cause the proud young teen to start crying like a little boy. Craacccckk!! Craacccckk!!
Craacccckk!! Eventually Raymond just collapsed across Santa's lap, his body as limp as his sausage. Craacccckk!! Which began hosing down the pavement to add to his brother's earlier deposits of pee. Craacccckk!! Craacccckk!!
Unfortunately, at least as far as Mike was concerned, their call back to the stage came before the big boy had finished making it rain. Craacccckk!! He had wanted to see if the older brother squirted when a lick got too hot like his little brother did. As they trooped back to the stage Mike imagined that he did. Like brother, like brother. Hmm, was that even a saying?
As they got back into position on stage Mike was praying that his boner would go down before anyone noticed the small tent in the front of his elf pants. Jamey had noticed, but he was stuck with the same problem.
What the people need
Is a way to make 'em smile
It ain't so hard to do if you know how
Gotta get a message
Get it on through
Oh, now mama's goin' to after while
Oh, oh, listen to the music
"Listen to the Music", The Doobie Brothers, Toulouse Street, 1972.
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The third set began with Uncle Corey singing "Ho, Ho, Ho And A Bottle of Rum" by Jimmy Buffett. As near as Mike could tell, Jimmy Buffett was Uncle Corey's second favorite singer after Elvis. The sad part was that Uncle Corey sang much better, at least in Mike's opinion, when he wasn't doing his Elvis impersonation. Apparently his father was right when he told Mike to "always be yourself. You're never gonna be as good at being another person as they are. Plus maybe someday you will end up being even better than that other person, all while just being yourself."
Eventually his boner went down and Mike was able to concentrate on singing his parts as required for each song. Uncle Dana and Miss Mary did a duet on the old standard, "Silver Bells." Then Ray Meehan sang "Run, Run Rudolph" by Chuck Berry from the Home Alone movie. Uncle Will played lead guitar for that one since he had mastered playing in the style of Chuck Berry. He could even do the duckwalk while playing guitar. The final Christmas song of the main show was "The Christmas Song (Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire)" with Aunt Anna singing the lead vocals.
The highlight of the third set, at least for Mike, was when Uncle Will performed his Grammy-winning song "Half Full" from the first Bayou Beach album. It's funny how life works out sometimes. If you had told Mike that he would get to sing backup on that song, for that man, before his thirteenth birthday he would have told you that you were totally fucking nuts. Yet here he was, a backup singer to his idol, and his stupid voice hadn't even broken yet! The audience went wild after the end of that song. Suddenly Mike realized how Uncle Corey knew that the shows would sell out. He had used his famous son's name in all the promotions for the shows. That cagey old fox. It made Mike smile.
It was up to Uncle Alan to follow that act, which he did performing "Lullabye (Goodnight My Angel)" by Billy Joel. The old man had tears in his eyes by the end of the song. That's weird. Who knew a surgeon could be that sentimental?
Then came the duets, with Uncle Corey and Aunt Anna performing "Wonderful Tonight" by Eric Clapton. They were followed by Uncle Jerry and Aunt Becky performing "Up Where We Belong" from that old Navy movie.
The third set ended with Uncle Corey performing "God Bless the USA." The song was dedicated to the memory of the fallen heroes of 9/11. A photo of the club's namesake was shown on the large display screen throughout the song. There was also a caption up there. "Captain Eric R. Linsey, USN. 1951-2001." The crowd cheered and applauded that song as it ended.
The ensemble marched off the stage for a brief rest. Meanwhile the display screen played a video sequence, the gist of which was "The encores were coming right up."
The encores ran by quickly, with Uncle Dana singing lead on "Listen to the Music". He was followed by Uncle Alan singing "Show Me The Way" by Styx. Then Uncle Corey sang "Let It Be" by the Beatles. The old sailor sounded much better not impersonating Paul McCartney than he ever did impersonating Elvis. Mike wondered if anyone had ever brought this to his attention. Mike shrugged inwardly. He sure as hell was not gonna be the first one to tell the Admiral that, especially while he was a guest in the man's house.
The second last song of the night was the iconic rock anthem "Stairway to Heaven" with Aunt Anna on lead vocals, Aunt Becky on acoustic lead guitar, and Uncle Corey on electric lead guitar. It was a pretty damn good way to end a show. Anna had a heavenly singing voice and Corey absolutely shredded the electric guitar solos. The rest of the ensemble was good, too, with all 23 of them chorusing on certain segments of the song.
Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind?
Speaking of ensemble singing, Stairway was followed by all 23 ensemble members lining up at the front of the stage to sing the first part of "We Wish You A Merry Christmas" acapella.
We wish you a Merry Christmas
We wish you a Merry Christmas
We wish you a Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year!
Good tidings we bring
For you and your kin
Good tidings for Christmas
And a Happy New Year!
The audience cheered and applauded, with shouts of "Merry Christmas" and "Happy New Year!"
After things calmed down a bit Uncle Corey addressed the audience. "First of all, we'd like to thank you for being such a wonderful audience. You made us sound better than we really are. Please be careful driving home tonight. God bless you all. And Merry Christmas!"
All the mics were still live, so various members of the ensemble added their own remarks. Mike waved as he simply said, "Thanks everybody, and Merry Christmas!" Amazingly he seemed to get a reaction. Who would have guessed any one was paying any attention to him? As he walked off the stage Mike remembered that the Groff brothers had apparently been playing close attention to him and his choir mates. Hmm. Not exactly the attention he was looking for.
Uncle Will got the biggest reaction when he waved and said, "Peace out, my brothers and sisters!" He had been closing Bayou Beach live shows for years with that line. It had become his signature. The ERIC audience went bananas. Clearly many of them had shown up primarily to see the hometown Grammy winner perform.
As they exited through the stage door Mike looked down and spotted the puddle the two Groff Brothers had left behind from their hidings.
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It was well after 11 PM when they got back to Lane Manor. The exhausted boys all trudged upstairs to their guest bedrooms. They were brightened by the news that they could all sleep in a bit on Saturday. They didn't have to be back at the club until 4 PM for a sound and lighting check to prepare for the Christmas Eve show.
Mike and Jamey had more urgent, immediate business to deal with. They both needed to jerk off while remembering the strapping of the Groff Brothers. Mike recognized the irony of the situation, but that's life for you.
As he drifted off to sleep Mike seemed to hear the sound of distant sleigh bells drawing nearer. It was probably just another dream.