Date: Thu, 10 Mar 2022 06:42:44 -0500 From: Eric Murphey Subject: The Premontion part 27 For those of you that are looking for the sex. Well, in this chapter there is a bit. Then the next chapter is all sex. It actually fits very well its why I did it this way.Story is nearly over. I want to give a very heartfelt thank you to Zero for all the work he has done to make this a much better story. Of course to all of oyu for reading as well. Eric DONATE TO NIFTY. Thanks The Premonition Part 27 Written by Eric Murphey Edited By Zero Moss The next few days go by like a blur, and here it is Christmas Eve already. I think I am more excited than the boys. Christmas has never before meant anything special to me. When I was a boy, I was happy to have dinner, let alone presents. The boys don't have a clue that I have made them all something while they were at school. The group decided that we would all go to the Washingtons' for our "family" get-together at Christmas. The main reason was that it's certainly easier for Santa to go to their house. Mike came down when the boys were at school yesterday, got the presents, and hid them in his barn. Yes, we had school yesterday. Our thinking is, first, no one is going to Florida for vacation. Second, and more importantly, we have to get in as much school as possible before spring, because then we will all have to be working a lot to just survive. Granted, because of my hard work and the great find of the previous owner's well-stocked bunker, we will all be okay for at least a year even if we don't produce anything. But that is not an option if we want to last longer than that. It's nearly supper time and we are having a very special treat tonight. I pull out some very nice Porter House steaks, and I make them the way everyone likes, with a baked potato and green beans. For desert, I make a lemon meringue pie, and a couple extra for tomorrow, too. I am so excited I feel I could burst. Once we get done with supper we all settle in to watch a movie. The boys decide on "Santa Clause" with Tim Allen. We watch and it is a cute movie; the boys and I enjoy it. When it's done I look at the boys. "What do you think? Should we should make some fudge for tomorrow to take with us." "YEAH!!!" is the deafening roar of approval. So that's how we finish off our first Christmas Eve together as a family. It is a pleasant evening that we all enjoy. We all get to bed and Jack is of course with me. What is and isn't surprising is that Eddie and Jim join in the fray, too. The bed is big enough, and I wouldn't mind even if it wasn't. We all get to sleep pretty easily because of our exhaustion from the day's excitement. The boys' journey into slumber is easier for them because they are assuming they won't get presents, so they have no reason to be all super excited beyond having a feast and some fun playing games and being with our friends. Or are they our family? When I wake up, I look and see that it's still pretty early at 6 AM. I feel and see the boys sleeping on and around me. It's a nice way for me to wake up for sure. I somehow get out of bed without waking anyone. I feel all gross and sweaty, so I go to take a shower. I get the water just right, step in, and just let the water cascade over my body. It just feels amazing to me this morning. It's one of those showers you wish will never end; there is a little bit of nirvana in moments like this. As I am lathering shampoo into my hair, I hear someone in the bathroom with me. I hear them pee and then feel their presence step into the shower. I have my eyes closed as I am still rubbing the shampoo around, cleaning my head and hair. I feel a hand take hold of my most private part and start to stroke me. I am hard nearly instantly. I rinse the soap from my hair and feel a tight mouth take the head of my cock in. I moan in pleasure and know instantly that it's Jim. "Merry Christmas, Jimmy." "Merry Christmas, daddy," I hear in a mumbled reply as he talks around my cock, which feels wonderful. I put my hand on top of his head. I know he doesn't need any guidance from me on how to do the task at hand, or mouth as the case may be. He is an expert at performing fellatio. The best I have ever had, not that I have any excessive amount of experience, but I know what he does feels fantastic. He starts working about half of my cock in and out of his sweet little mouth, running his tongue around the head of my cock as he does. I let out a moan in pleasure as I look down and see him looking up at me, sliding my cock in and out of his mouth. He lifts off my cock and is stroking it with his hand. "Daddy, I want more," he says and smiles. He stands up and bends over, exposing his beautiful boy butt to me, then spreads his cheeks revealing his boy hole. Oh, it looks so lovely! I reach down and caress one of his cheeks as my cock twitches with excitement at the sight of the prize being offered to me. I slide my hand over and place my middle finger on his hole. I gently press and it slips in a little, though with a bit of resistance because my finger is only slightly soapy. I use my other hand, grab the shampoo, and squeeze a little onto my finger. I pull it out and then it slips in with little resistance. I feel the tightness of his anus pressing against my flesh. It feels so soft and silky, I think. I slip my digit in and out of him making sure to hit his magic spot each time. "Oh daddy, that's good," he purrs. I slip my finger from him and add a second; it is not met with much resistance either. It nevertheless feels so amazingly tight as I slide my fingers in and out of him. He moans as I keep hitting his prostate, and he starts to move back into my fingers. I am so worked up at this point all I can think about is sinking my tool into his soft buttocks. I move to the seat in the corner of the shower and he follows, my fingers still in him. I slip them out and turn him to face me. His cock is as hard as it can be and looks so lovely on his little bald body. I pull him to me and he spreads his legs apart as I pull him onto my lap. Our hard cocks are between us and rubbing together. He starts to rub his up and down on mine. It feels heavenly with his soft stomach against the head of my cock and moving as he thrusts into me. After a minute or so he slides up further, grabs my cock, and lines it up to his eager hole. He presses it against himself and pushes down. It pops through with a bit of effort on his part. The feeling of his velvety chute wrapping its heat around my cock is phenomenal. I know I will never tire of the feeling of pushing into a tight young boy. He slides the rest of the way down so that his body engulfs me into him. He slowly starts lifting himself up and slipping back down at a nice pleasurable pace, which I love because it will last forever this way with me slipping in and out of his tightness. I reach down and put my thumb and two fingers on his boyhood that lost some rigidity when he took me into him. I stroke it and it becomes solid as stone in a second as Jim lets out a moan of approval. He leans back a little and arches his back so I start hitting his prostate as I stroke his nail. He speeds up as this all happens and I speed up stroking on his cocklet. I start rocking his hips as he slides up and down on me, nearly taking it out as he slips back down. I can tell he is close because on each downward stroke he lets out a soft little yip as my cock hits his prostate. I feel his cock twitch and his body start to tense until finally he can't move after he impales himself on my cock. I am not having it because I'm so close from feeling the heat of his body wrapped so tightly around my cock. I grab his hips, lift him up, and slam him back down, using his little body like a Fleshlight. I start slamming my cock up into him as I bring him down. He is panting and groaning as I fuck his tight little hole, making him mine once again. I feel the churning beginning in my balls, but I can't get the speed I want in this position. I stand up and press him against the shower wall. His legs wrap around me and I start slamming my cock into him as he pants and moans his approval of my abusing his hole. "Oh daddy!!!!!" he half shouts. That's all it takes, and I begin unleashing a torrent of cum into him. I feel like I keep shooting rope after rope into him and like my orgasm will never cease as I continue pumping into him. Finally I slam myself home and feel the last vestiges of my orgasm hit me. My cock is still pulsing inside of him. I reach down and kiss his ruby red lips. We explore each others mouths for a minute as we come down from our orgasmic high. I pull back and kiss his cheek. "So what do you want for breakfast?" He giggles. "I want everything." "I will make you everything," I say smiling. I slowly pull my still-hard cock from him and rinse off. I then gently clean Jim, taking time to really enjoy and explore his beautiful hairless body, caressing each part of him literally from head to toe. I wash his hair and we both dry off and head to the kitchen naked. I get an apron, slip it on and start the bacon. I'm not sure the smell of cooking bacon even has a chance to permeate the air before I have two other boys sitting at the table looking at me with expectant eyes. I'm just minding my own business making breakfast when the boys start chatting. "You know even though we aren't getting any presents, I think this is still going to be a fun Christmas," Jim tells them. "Yeah, it is. I know we are going to have lots of games in the barn, because I heard Mr Washington talking about it with daddy," Jack tells the other boys. "I think since we found dad -- or did he find us? --either way, I think every day has been a little like Christmas, guys. Besides, I can't wait to see the girls' faces when they see their new dresses. I know they are so going to freak about it. Don't you think so, dad?" "I don't know, Eddie. You boys know them a lot better than I do. I've only met them a couple of times. You boys see them at school every day." Eddie gets a dreamy look in his eyes. "Yeah, we do," he replies, smiling a smile only a boy in love can make. You know, the crooked goofy one. "Besides, boys, there will be presents, remember? We made the girls some pretty dresses, and then you boys and I made a present for Joseph and his parents, and of course the Washingtons, and Mario and his wife. "Yeah, won't they be surprised," Jack says, grinning. "Dad, I think I finally understand what they meant when they used to say that it is better to give than to receive. I had a lot of fun making presents for everyone. I think it was a lot more fun and better than just going to the store and buying some lame gift that will be broken in a few days." "I think so too, daddy." the other two chime in. "I had lots of fun just spending time with you boys, and making the gift is like the icing on the cake for me," I tell them. "You know dad, I think this is going to be the best Christmas ever." "I don't know about ever, but it's most assuredly going to be a great one. We have our friends to meet with and enjoy a nice supper. You boys will be playing tons of games and having fun. It will be a great day, I'm sure." "Daddy, we're so dumb sometimes,"Jim tells me. "Why do you say that?" "Well, you make like the best cinnamon rolls in the world. We should have made some of those to take." "Jim, I'm not as dumb as all that. I already thought about it," I gently correct him. I leave it at that and finish up the breakfast, then start putting everything on the table. They are looking at me with questioning eyes. "Did you make some?" Jim asks. "No, I did not. However, Tina wanted to make something special and I told her how," I say with a sly smile. "But what if she messes them up, dad?" "Tina is a fine cook. Besides, she has Earl and Joseph to help her." "A fine lot of help they will be. Earl burns water, and Joseph can't cook shit," Eddie says with a frown. "Have faith son. She is a good cook." "If you say so." "I say so," I reply with authority. She really isn't a great cook but it's easy to make the rolls if you know how. I showed her how on one batch a couple days ago and she would have got hold of me if she had any issues. We have our breakfast, which is not close to our normal fare. I really went all out this morning, with eggs, bacon, biscuits with butter, hash browns and real orange juice. We eat until we are full as ticks on a hound dog, then we get dressed and start out. I have to drop the boys off first and then go get Mario, Lupe and the girls. I pull in and see that someone has shoveled the snow by the door so Mario can get down the ramp better. I get out and the girls all rush out without coats and start hugging me. "Merry Christmas, Mr Rick!" they are all shouting. "Merry Christmas to you girls. Now go get your coats on before you get sick." "We won't get sick," Amy says, grinning. "At least not on Christmas." I put my arms over Amy's and Maria's shoulders, and the girls lead me into the house. It's sweltering in here, I think. It sends me back to my childhood when I would go to my one grandpa's house on Christmas and it was always so hot you could hardly stand it. I asked my grandpa about it once, and he told me that when he was in China fighting the Japanese, he spent a Christmas day half freezing and huddled up to pigs to get some heat. He said he swore that day he would never be cold on Christmas again. As far as I know he never was. I'm sure there is a story behind the warmth at Mario's and Lupe's place, too, but I won't ask. It's not my business. "Merry Christmas, Rick," Lupe greets me while stirring a big pot of something. "Merry Christmas, Lupe." Mario comes rolling in. "I thought I heard the taxi," he says, making me laugh. "Yes, sir. Service with a smile! All I charge is a hug and a kiss on the cheek from these four ladies." "I think that's a fair price," Mario replies with a grin. "Girls, you get the things and put them in the truck," Lupe tells them. "Yes ma'am," was the reply as three little girls take off to parts unknown and are back just as fast carrying things out the door. I do notice that they put their coats on. I knew they were in less than stellar shape, but now I see that they seem worse. They are going to be so excited and more importantly warm in the new coats. I'm smiling as I watch them rush in and out. Lupe puts the big pot of something in a box with a few other things, carries it out, and places it in the back of the truck. "You don't drive crazy now or that will spill everywhere," she says, pointing a finger at me. "I will drive plenty safe." She grins at me. "I know." The girls are helping Mario down the ramp to the truck. When they get there one opens the door and I walk over. Without any fanfare, I just swoop him up and slide him to the center of the front seat. "I wish I could do it myself." "I don't mind. But I wish you could, too." He grins knowing I really mean it. I really wish I could make him be able to walk again, but it's not in the cards for him it seems. We and he will just have to deal with it and figure out what can be done to make it easier on him and his ladies. The girls go to my side, open the half door, and climb into the back seat. Lupe climbs in as I walk around and we head to the Washingtons'. I look in the rear view mirror at the three little vixens. "Your hair is really pretty today." I see all three faces blush at once; it's cute. "Yeah, momma did our hair this morning while we were making tortillas," Amy informs me. "You made fresh tortillas?" I ask in amazement and delight. "Si, it's Christmas. Granted we make them all the time, but it's a special day. We wanted to make it more special for you guys because I remember you saying you love them." "Oh I do. I am glad they are in the back because otherwise I don't think they would have made it all the way." Lupe starts laughing at me. "Rick, we made a hundred." "Okay then, most of them would have made it, but certainly not all." When we are almost at the Washingtons', I grab the handheld from the dashboard. "This is JR calling Bobby. We are about to pull into North Fork." "JR, this is Bobby. I will send the rapscallions out to help." "Thanks, Bobby." "Anything for my big brother." I hear Mike laughing as he lets the key up. As we pull in, every boy we know of is on the porch and they race off as we come to a stop. The children all make quick work of it, and everything is in the house quickly. "Okay, boys and girls, we have some games set up for you all in the barn since we got the snow last night. Perfect for Christmas, don't you think? I will be supervising the games with help from some of the other adults because there will be PRIZES!!!!!" Mike announces with loads of excitement in his voice. Of course the observers are Mike, Earl, and myself. We offer to carry Mario out but he says he wants to spend some time looking at the old football games that Mike has recorded. He told us he has been looking forward to that the most of all and that it's his Christmas present. We all believed him because we know it's the truth. The guy has so much Oakland Raiders stuff in his house that you would think he was in Oakland, not the Midwest. Each to their own, I guess. Football never really interested me; I don't miss it because I never watched it. I wasn't above taking advantage of that either. I made lots of money over the years working for people who wanted to watch the Super Bowl. Me, I didn't even know who was in it. We all get to the barn where Mike has the wood burner on so it's nice and warm in there, so much so that we can take off our coats and be comfortable in just a sweater. "Alright, the first game we have is horseshoes. Does everyone know how to play?" He gets a barn full of blank stares. "Okay, does ANYONE know how to play horseshoes?" More blank stares. "I know you are asking the children, Mike. But I can play and probably kick your sorry old butt," I say. "Oh really, is that so? Now remember guys when I ask this that my wife is your teacher and that I can eat all of your treats before you get out of class. So with that in mind, who do you think will win?" Well, I don't have to worry, my boys have my back, I think to myself. But then I I hear them shout, "You, Mr Mike!" "Really, guys?" I stare at them. "She makes really good treats, daddy," Jack meekly informs me. I try to look upset and I do succeed for about five seconds before I bust out laughing. "She sure does, son," I tell him, and rub my fingers through his hair. "Alright Mr Mike, since you had to blackmail the children to cheer for you, I get to go first," I inform him as I walk over and pick up three horseshoes. I toss the first. Clang! a ringer. I toss the second, and Clang! another ringer. I toss the third and it's a leaner. "Dang it, I lost my touch," I say as I go collect the horseshoes and hand them to him. He looks at me as if to say, "Really, dude?" "I play a lot of horseshoes in the summer when I haven't got anything else to do. I play for hours every day." "Oh Jesus, I'm screwed," he says, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, you better pray, it's the only way you will win," I laugh and slap him on the back. Mike tosses his and does manage one ringer. I won't drag this on; I will just say that I kicked his ass, and no one wanted to play the winner. "Alright, since you guys all saw how it's done..." Mike begins. "And how it's not done," I inject with a good chuckle. Earl just can't stop laughing about it. He looks at me and then Mike and he starts all over again. "Okay, I got my ass kicked. It's fine; I will survive. I think so, anyway. So who wants to give it a shot?" Now everyone wanted to try, and from watching me and Mike play, they thought it was easy. Even though I beat Mike pretty soundly, he is a pretty damn fine player. I just that I spend my whole summers tossing shoes because I get bored and I want to be outside. Let him have a competition about throwing a baseball through a tire next. Ha! "These are heavy," Joseph says as he picks them up. He tosses one and it makes it about three quarters of the way to the post. "A little harder, buddy," Earl says, cheering him on. It really warms my heart knowing their relationship really good now. Personally, I think Earl was scared of his attraction to Joseph and pushed him away because of it. Of course, I know that he is no longer fighting that attraction, but embracing it and his son. Their relationship has never been better since I met them. Joseph tosses his two remaining horseshoes; they make to the pit but there is no score. The rest of the kids toss their first one a little harder, and Eddie tosses his first one clear past the pit, over-compensating. When all the smoke clears, little Amy is declared the victor in horseshoes. "Alright everyone, our next game is Frisbee golf. You boys all watched and played with your dad and me before, so you understand. Do I need to explain it to the rest of you?" Mike inquires. Of course he did. He has the course set up with numbers on different objects. He tosses the Frisbee to Earl who is on the other side of the barn from us, looking at the numbers and showing the children. In one move, Earl catches it and does a flip. While he is upside down, he tosses it right at me, then lands on his feet. I am so dumbfounded that the thing conks me in the forehead. After a second, I regain my senses. "That was fucking amazing!!!" I shout. The kids are all cheering and begging for him to do it again. So he does it half a dozen times, and then we begin the games. Earl is standing next to me. "You got to teach me that shit." "Rick, I would love to. But that's several years of gymnastics and I just don't think you can do it. But we can try if you want." "Maybe not," I say, rethinking it and picturing myself with several big lumps on my head. "Yeah, definitely not. We will leave that trick as your specialty." It comes as no surprise that Joseph wins hands down. Apparently that's the only thing he and his dad used to do together. Apparently they did it a lot from the way Joseph decimates everyone. "Okay, you younger ones need to let the older ones win some," Mike says, grinning at them. The younger two are eating it up, just grinning so big you know it almost hurts. "Our next competition is a turkey shoot," Mike announces to the crowd. "I'm gonna kill that turkey and eat him up!!!" Jim shouts and licks his lips. "Well that sounds good buddy, but it's not a real turkey, it's a target. The real turkey is in the house cooking up right now," Mike replies with a gleam in his eyes. "I'm still winning," Jim giggles back. "Alright, everyone gets five shots with this pellet gun. Then we will determine who the winner is. I wrote your names on a target. I didn't do it in any order so it's fair that way. So let's see who is first." He pulls the targets out of a drawer. "Layla, you are first." "Neat," is her reply as she takes the pellet gun from him. He shows her how to cock it and she takes aim. It's kind of far for me to see, but I'm pretty sure she hit the bull's eye nearly every time. "This is so cool. If I go hunting again can I borrow it?" She looks at Mike with her big brown eyes and flashes her lashes. He grabs her chin and smiles. "How can I say no to that face?" "You can't," she answers, followed with a giggle. "OK next up we have..." It was a close match this time between Layla and Jerry. Jerry has been shooting a pellet gun for years, whereas Layla is just a natural. But experience won out in this instance, though he was very gracious about his win. Unlike, um, well me. I'm still bragging. I ain't gonna lie. I'm not doing it to be an ass, but just for laughs. That, and it's kind of fun to get Mike's goat. He is taking it like I'm giving it: good-naturedly. "Guys, we have one more competition. Are you ready to hear what it is?" "YEAH!!!" the children all cheer. "Darts. A game of 301. My machine will let four people play at at time. So we will go height-wise to pick teams, shortest to tallest." Mike figures teams are best because otherwise a game of 301 can take days with people who don't play regularly. The winning team makes me smile: it's Jack and Jim, two of my guys. I know it's just for fun, but still I am proud, like any dad would be. The boys know also that it's just for fun, but it is nice to win sometimes, too. "Alright guys, since I said the winners get a prize, I'll keep my word. What you don't know is that you are all winners. I was told by a very reliable source that all of you are on honor roll at school. So that definitely deserves a prize." He is greeted by cheers. "Now, it took me a while to make these and I hope you all like them." He hands each child a box with their name on it. Inside each one is a beautiful wood carving of each child. They are about six inches high and the craftsmanship is simply amazing. It must have taken him weeks to do this. "Daddy, look," Jack says, holding it up so I can see. "These are amazing, Mike. I don't think I've seen a carving done this well before," I say while admiring it. "It's a hobby that I haven't done in a long time. It was a lot of fun for me to do it," he says, shyly amid the praise. Each one of the children stands in line and in turn hugs Mr Mike, and thanks him for their prize. I know they all really like them because they keep looking at them, as amazed as I am. "Come on guys, I imagine it's getting close to time to eat," Mike announces after the last hug. We all head back into the house and the girls instantly show their mom and dad the carvings of themselves. Mario is as impressed as I am because he understands the amount of work that goes into creating something so beautiful. He admires it, twisting it in front of himself as he looks at every detail. The amount of hours it takes to learn to do something so well is another thing I keep thinking about. "Sarah, the house smells wonderful," I tell her. "I know. It's just so nice having everyone here, it's like..." She dabs her eyes and starts to cry, both happy tears and sad. Happy that things are getting back to normal, and sad that it isn't completely like that yet. I just hug her and kiss the top of her head. "I know just how you feel. For me, this is better because many times before I was alone for holidays. Now look at me, I got a family!" At this point, I'm crying too, with sadness for my past and happiness for my present. Tears are funny like that sometimes. We hold each other a few moments and just let out our feelings. It is a very heartwarming moment for me. Here I am an outcast for most of my life. A guy who just survived day to day, by himself. Then a major catastrophe happens, and it is the happiest I have ever been. When we break, we both know we shared something special. I walk into the living room with a cup of coffee I grabbed on the way out of the kitchen. A short time later we have our supper together. We start with an amazing vegetable soup that Lupe made. I ask what is in it; she tells me carrots, potatoes, zucchini, chayotes, and spinach in chicken broth and tomato sauce, with sweet corn and sweet peas. I have no idea what a chayote is, so we talk about it for a while. It's like a squash, basically. I am going to grow some this year so I can make this soup, because I know I love it and it looks like the boys do as well. I can see this being a nice meal for supper after a hard day's work. Let it sit and simmer all day; it will be good for sure. Then comes the turkey and stuffing. Of course Tina contributes sweet potatoes. I am starting to like them now. After about the six times taking some just to be polite, this time I have an extra big helping. I see her smile when I do. Once we finish dinner, I know I am stuffed; the turkey is now just a memory, as well as the rest of the food. All in all, it's been a great day so far. We all retire to the living room for coffee and the children all get a soda, which is met with great approval from all of them. We adults really want this to be a special Christmas for all the children, because we know if it's special for them, it will be extra special for us, too. After we sit, relax, and chat among ourselves in groups who are sitting close to each other, Mike makes an announcement; apparently he is the master of ceremonies today. I smile and think that I will have to tease him about that another time. "Now, what you children don't know is that each of you has presents for Christmas." Mario and Lupe have no idea and are just grinning to think that their girls are having a real Christmas again. "Now let me get the presents from our room," he says. Jerry goes along with him to help carry them all out. They both return a moment later with their arms full of presents. They put them on the coffee table, and both return to the bedroom a couple more times. "First, we will hand out all the presents from Sarah and myself to everyone." Much to my surprise, he hands me one first. I give him a questioning look and he just smiles. I grin back, feeling like a little boy getting a present. I can't remember the last present I got. I open it up while he watches me. I lift the cover on the box and tears well up in my eyes as I take it out of the box. It's a wood carving of me and the boys. It's only about 8 inches tall by maybe the same in length. The faces aren't as good as what he did on the others because he made us have bodies and it's just incredible. It's on a stand that reads, "Rick and his Boys." "It's beautiful. Thank you!" Mike just grins, and then hands a present to Lupe and Mario. It's similar to mine except it has Mario, Lupe and the girls together. Mike has Mario standing in the carving which really touches Mario. They too love their gift and say so with tears streaming from their eyes. Next, he handed Earl and Tina their gift, and it is a carving of them with Joseph. They too feel an emotional pull on their hearts when they see it. He then hands each child a gift. Each one got a game: Mike had carved out little cups on handles with a ball attached to it by a string, so they have to flip the ball to catch it in the cup. He burned their names into each of them. That way there is never an argument over whose it is, he explains. Mike announces that the next set of gifts are from Earl and Tina. "Joseph helped, too," Tina informs all of us. "And Joseph," Mike says, correcting himself. He hands gifts to the girls first, and they open them to find pretty little dolls that Tina had made for the girls. They each squeal in delight, hug the babies next to them, and quickly let Tina, Joseph, and Earl know how much they appreciate it by hugging each of them. Then my boys get their gift. They open them to find little wooden cars that actually roll on their tires. They all look really cool, honestly. Earl must have worked a good while on them. "Thank you so much," my boys tell them and hug them. Jerry is next and he opens his. It's a bigger box, and when he opens it he lets out a yip in surprise. He pulls it out and sets it on his lap. "I have always wanted a dummy. Earl shows him how to work the levers inside the dummy to move his head and mouth. He can even blink. It is a really cool gift that Jerry seems to appreciate a lot. He likes it so much, and it half surprises me when he gives Earl a kiss on the mouth. I think it surprised Earl, too, because he turned beat red. I'm sure I'm the only one who notices that afterward, Earl is rocking a hard cock. Then Mike hands Sarah the gift to them from Earl and Tina. Sarah opens it and immediately has a handkerchief to her eyes dabbing the tears. Mike lifts out a plaque the reads, "Grandma and Grandpa Washington's House." "It's for the front door," Earl informs them. "And that is precisely where it will go, too," Mike says, choking up. "OK, now for the gifts from Rick and his boys." He hands the girls their boxes, and when they open them they again squeal with delight. I guess it's a girl thing. They each pull out the dress that I started and to which Tina and Sarah added the final touches. "Oh momma, it's so pretty," Amy half shouts. All three girls are holding the red dress up to themselves, admiring how they look. All three girls race over to me and give me hugs and a kiss on the cheek. "Now, I didn't do all of it. Sarah and Tina put on all the pretty parts. I just made the dress." So the girls of course give Sarah and Tina a hug and kiss too. Then Mike hands a gift to Joseph who opens it and smiles. "Cool, now I got two cars to play with. Thanks, Mr Rick," he says, bounding over to hug me. "I'm glad you like it." "I really do. It's so cool." I had made it look like a sports car. It is pretty cool if I say so myself. Then my boys get theirs. Inside each box is a maze with a little ball bearing in it. It has holes in it and it has two sides. You have to move the ball between the sides while avoiding the holes to get the ball to the end of the maze. "Oh daddy, this is so cool," Jim shouts for the boys. Jerry is next and when he opens it he looks at me. "Not that I don't appreciate it, but what are they?" "Puzzles," I say, taking one of the six I made. "This one is made of nails and you have to slide them apart." I show him that it can be done but not how to do it. "Oh my god, that's so cool." I quickly show him the object of each puzzle. Mike hands Lupe and Mario a gift from us as well. Inside is just a piece of paper. It reads "One free night alone as the boys and I will watch the girls so you can have a romantic evening together. Included is one gourmet meal cooked by me and the boys." "Oh, this is wonderful," Lupe says, holding it to her chest. Mario grins a funny, lecherous grin and adds, "Yes, it is." Mike hands Sarah the gift from us. Inside she pulls out another plaque. This one reads, "To the Best Grandparents Ever." The letters are burned into the wood, each boy signed it, and then I burned in their signatures. "It's so beautiful," Sarah says through her tears. All the children think we are done now. "Now we do have a couple more special presents for the girls because they needed these," Sarah announces, apparently taking over the MC duties from Mike. "We may need to make adjustments but Tina and I tried to guess." She gets up and pulls three boxes from behind the couch. Each girl opens her gift and they are all so excited to have new coats. They try them on, and apparently Sarah and Tina are gifted because they all fit exactly how they should, a bit too big so they can grow into them. They are very well made of denim, and have stuffing in them so the girls will be warm. "Also, I know it's not exciting, but I also made knit hats for all of you children." "Grandma, being warm IS exciting!" Jack exclaims. "I suppose you are right, young man." She has sewn the name of each child into the hat. They are really nice and well made, and I'm sure that they will last for years. In this day and age we need everything to last for years. Children of course grow so fast the hat won't last too long for each one, but as hand-me-downs they will serve them for many years. Mario speaks up, "Everyone, we don't have much to give at this time. But we wanted to share what we have so we made you all gifts as well. It isn't much, but it's what we could do." "Buddy, we are just happy you are all with us now," Mike tells him. "Girls, get the gifts." They quickly obey their father and return with a box. "We didn't have many boxes or anything so we couldn't wrap them." He opens the box and pulls out what looks like strips of leather. Then we all realize they are belts. He hands me mine first. "Oh my goodness, Mario, this is probably the nicest belt I've ever owned. I certainly know it's one I will cherish, that's for sure," I say, meaning every word of it. It's truly a piece of art. I have no idea how people who work with leather make designs in it, but he did, and he put my name on it, too. I have to say this is also the coolest belt I have ever owned. We all admire his handiwork. The boys all line up to give him hugs and they each thank him. But Jim really got to him when he said, "I haven't had a belt since my mommy and daddy died. It will be so nice not to have to hold my pants up all the time. It will be like it used to be." "Mario, are these your initials here on the buckle, MWL?" I ask. "No, my friend. It stands for `Made with Love.' I didn't think anyone would notice." "Buddy, we notice everything when it's new. Because, well, new doesn't happen that much anymore," I tell him. "OK everyone, let's have some of the pie Rick and his boys made," Sarah tells everyone. It doesn't take a second announcement for the children to line up, that's for sure. The adults are all questioning whether they had room to eat more, and it is decided that indeed everyone would have some. We just have small pieces, which thrills the children because they got bigger pieces that way. Once we get done eating, the girls are excited to put on their new dresses. They all return a few minutes later and look just adorable, like little baby dolls all dressed up. Jerry is sitting in front of me between my legs and I'm rubbing his shoulders. He seems to be enjoying it and I don't mind rubbing a pubescent boys shoulders one bit. Layla sits on the floor in front of her mom who is directly across from us. The two other girls sit on either side of her. As I am rubbing his shoulders I see he is staring at Layla, and then I see why. She hasn't any panties on and is exposing her little pussy to him. It looks like it may have a dusting of hair on it. I'm not that interested, but I can tell Jerry is. The adults start discussing the recent radio chatter Mario is telling us about. "You see, this man he wants some chickens. I tell him we don't have chickens to spare but we can trade him eggs. He is okay with that, but he wants chickens more. He is willing to trade firewood for eggs. But if we can part with some chickens, he will give us some very nice woodworking tools." Now this piques Mike's and Earl's interest. I already have tools I need; I made sure of it. However, a few extra wouldn't be bad. It turns out he only wants six laying chickens for the tools. It is decided that Mike will give four, and Earl and I will give one each. Apparently he lives about five miles towards town, but still outside it a mile or so. It is he, his wife, and their granddaughter who is ten. We talk about including them in our little community, but as they are five miles away, we don't see it as a good idea at this time; we have to conserve fuel. However, we do plan to keep in touch with them and keep close tabs on each other. As we are deciding all of this, Sarah walks back in and puts her foot down, hard. "You men will NOT tell that little girl she can't have an education. If they want, one of you will go get her every day, or she can stay through the week with us and we will take her home on the weekends. That will answer your worries about fuel, which I know we have plenty of for a couple years." "Well, I suppose if they wanted, the weekend thing sounds good. Earl's little car gets really good mileage. I suppose if they really wanted we could pick her up Monday and take her home Wednesday and then pick her up Thursday then take her home Friday night. That way it saves a little fuel and they would see her more, which I am sure they would prefer," Mike proposes. "Now, wait a minute. It might be a blessing for the grandparents to have her stay the entire week because their food may be short, like ours was so recently," Mario shares. "I hadn't thought about that Mario. Good point," I voice. Meanwhile Jerry is moving around a lot. I think at first Layla doesn't realize she is exposing herself. But with the smile on her face and her watching Jerry squirm, I'm in no doubt that she is doing it on purpose. I am sure that Jerry will have his wick dipped in that soon, if he hasn't already. I don't know what happens during school hours, but I do know that sex ed isn't part of the course. But at lunch break, who knows? We all chat awhile, then Mike pulls out a bingo game and we all play. The prizes are baked treats that Sarah and Tina made. After eight games, not a single adult is a winner, but every child is. Mike has somehow rigged it. How you rig bingo like that is beyond my abilities, but not, apparently, his. Each child cherishes their little basket of treats. It's just nice to have your own little basket of goodies that is only for you. It makes me smile thinking about it. I know that if only one of my boys had won, he would have shared with the others, and of course offered some to me. Which of course I would have refused. I take Mario and his clan home, then I go back and get my boys. We wish the Washingtons a Merry Christmas, and then get ready to head back home with our gifts. Earl and Tina went home a few minutes before we got back to Mike's, and I learned Joseph is staying the night. I don't mind, and Earl and Tina know it as well as the boys. I just smile as we load into the truck and drive home. I start singing "Jingle Bells", and we all join in the entire way home. When we arrive, I find out I'm in for yet another gift I wasn't remotely expecting.