Date: Wed, 14 Feb 2024 16:36:35 -0600
From: Deadpan Don <deadpandon13@gmail.com>
Subject: Donny and Friends Chapter 15

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Donny and Friends
Chapter 15

In case you're wondering, no, she did not return my new favorite porn
tape the next day.  I didn't know what to think about it, and honestly,
I was too embarrassed to bring it up.  Days passed and I guess I was
hoping the topic would just come up on its own, like the next time we
were talking about porn or something I would remind her about it.  In
retrospect, yeah, that was a terrible plan since I never talked to Mrs.
C. about porn, but I wasn't going to bring it up cold.  Mr. C. had
promised he'd try to find copies of other movies with Joey Morecock in
them.  I could bring it up then, if he ever found any.

Little did I know the two of them were up to something.  And it turned
out to be the best Christmas present of my life!  At least up to that
point!

Christmas rolled around the next week, and while the guys would all be
spending Christmas day with their families, they gathered at our house a
couple days before for a party of our own.  It never took much effort to
get all the guys together, but the promise of free food and the run of
the house was an extra bit of encouragement.  Despite the evolution of
our relationship, we were all still good friends and really enjoyed just
being together, even without the sex.

But sex was definitely on my mind and on the agenda for that night.
Whatever else we did, I intended for them all to fuck me at least once
before they went home the next day.

Mr. and Mrs. C. were being very - extra - that week.  I don't know how
else to describe it.  Holiday cheer aside, they were both downright giddy
and bubbly for several days before the party.  During party planning they
brought up that they were also planning to have a few people over that
night and asked if we could just merge the two parties.  What was I
supposed to say?  Of course I agreed, but I was a little disappointed
internally.  I wanted this to be all about me and the guys, but now there
would be some adults there, and people I didn't know at that.  Jack, ever
the wise one, finally set me straight.

"Look," he said.  "They know what we like to get up to when we're all
together.  These guests have to be from their swingers club," he said
with a wave of his hand.  "They wouldn't invite anybody over who could
potentially have a problem with us getting down to a little `club
business,' especially if we took it upstairs.  I'm sure there'll be
some socially acceptable mingling for a while then both groups will split
off and have their own fun.  Them in the master bedroom and us
upstairs."

Well, that made sense and I felt better after the talk.  I still wasn't
sure how the evening was going to go, but I knew I would be having fun
with my friends and that was all that really mattered.

Finally the night arrived and so did all the guys.  Jack had already been
home from college for a few days; Marcus, Hank, and Cullen all arrived
quite early and helped set up.  The house was totally decked out for
Christmas - a huge tree with all the trimmings dominated the living room,
garland was strung on the banister and around all the door frames.  The
furniture had been pushed back to open up the sitting area in the living
room and Mrs. C. had added several huge pillows and a couple of bean bag
chairs.  And, to my surprise and incredible joy, sprigs of mistletoe were
hung at various strategic points around the entire downstairs!  Not that
I needed an excuse to kiss any of my friends, but I took immense pleasure
in luring each of them over to a spot for a quick makeout session.

Mrs. C. seemed to really enjoy watching me under the mistletoe with each
of the guys.  It suddenly dawned on me that while she knew full well and
approved of what went on upstairs, I don't think she'd ever seen any
displays of affection between us before.  We'd been careful to keep all
that upstairs in one of the bedrooms or the clubhouse.  Toby, Jack, and I
would often wear nothing but our boxer briefs downstairs, but we never
engaged in any hanky-panky down here.  It was a rule - no sex in the
living room or in the kitchen.  We'd followed Mr. C.'s edict so closely
that we barely even kissed down here.  But now with the mistletoe, we had
an excuse - no, encouragement!  Because Mrs. C. also said the `no sex
downstairs' rule was suspended for tonight - if we wanted it to be.
Toby and I also had a good laugh about it when we noticed she'd covered
the new couch with a Christmas themed protective coverall!

Finally everything was ready and we all sat down in the living room to
relax and wait for the last guests to arrive.  Mr. C. was going on about
wanting to watch "It's a Wonderful Life" this year but the TV was off
at the moment.  The stereo was playing Christmas music and Mrs. C. was
passing out cups of eggnog.

When she handed me mine, she leaned in and whispered, "This is the good
stuff, Donny," and she winked.  I took a sniff and could smell the
alcohol!  I gave her a look.  She just winked and said, "Merry
Christmas."

She gave all the guys conspiratorial winks as she passed out the eggnog,
delivering Mr. C.'s to him last.  He took a big sip then did a double
take and quickly glanced around the room.

"Carol!" he exclaimed, "they're underage and we don't have their
parents' permission!"

"Shhh!," she said, placing a finger to her lips.  "I won't tell if
you don't!"  And with that she sauntered back into the kitchen.

"I love your mom," I heard Cullen whisper to Toby.  I think everyone
did because there was a round of laughter before the conversations
continued.

I stood up and wandered over to a spot at the foot of the stairs, placed
my cup down on a side table and got Toby's attention.  I subtly pointed
up when he glanced at me, which elicited a huge grin on his face.  He
excused himself from the conversation he was having with Marcus and Mr.
C. and made his way over to me.  We wrapped our arms around each other
and immediately lip-locked, our tongues doing a dance of love in each
other's mouth.

That went on for minutes, our hands wandering everywhere before Toby
broke the kiss.  Opening my eyes I saw Jack standing behind Toby tapping
on his shoulder.

"May I cut in?" he asked Toby, then winked at me.  It was at that point
I first noticed Mrs. C. watching us from the kitchen doorway, eggnog in
hand.

Toby backed away and slapped Jack on the back who immediately stepped in
to pick up where Toby had left off.  Jack had been home for three days
and we'd already fucked a couple times by this point, but maybe it was
the fact that I didn't get to see him as often that made every
opportunity to be intimate with him so special.  His strong arms squeezed
me tight as our tongues fought for dominance in each other's mouth.
Then, going farther than Toby had dared to down here in front of his
parents, Jack's hands snaked their way up under my sweater and caressed
the bare skin of my back.  This elicited a moan from me.

At that point Mr. C. cleared his throat and called to me, "Donny, would
you mind coming over here, please?"

Jack finally broke the kiss and his hands withdrew.  He winked and
grinned at me then moved away.  I stood there for a moment, a little
unsteady on my feet and more than a little flushed.

"Donny?" Mr. C. called to me again and motioned to the couch, the
center of which had been vacated to make a seat for me.  I retrieved my
eggnog and took a big gulp, then remembered the alcohol content and
immediately regretted it.

As I took my seat Mr. and Mrs. C. stood together in front of me, big
grins on their faces.

"Donny," Mr. C. began, "we're giving you one of your Christmas
presents early."

I noticed then that Mrs. C. was holding a wrapped gift she'd picked up
from under the Christmas tree.

"You're a very special boy to us, Donny.  Really, you all are," she
said looking at each of the guys in turn.  "We've arranged for
something special for your party tonight."  Turning back to me she said,
 "First, let me apologize for not returning your new favorite porn
tape."  And she grinned conspiratorially.

There was a chuckle around the room.  Yes, I'd complained to each of
them about it.  I wanted that thing back, dammit!

"I didn't return it," she said, joining in on the chuckle, "because
we were able to get you something much better as a replacement."

She stepped forward and handed me the present.  "I think your friends
will enjoy it, too!" she said in a bubbly voice.  "But in order for
them to really appreciate the full gift, you need to open this now and
show it to them."

I was puzzled by what that meant but I accepted the beautifully wrapped
package and quickly ripped it open.  To my delight and excitement I found
that it was a box set of four VHS tapes!  I laughed out loud as I began
reading off the titles:  "`Deep in Deep Ellum', `Return to Deep
Ellum', `Deep Ellum Underground', and finally `The Farmer's Son'!"

"You now hold in your hands the entire film catalog of one, Joey
Morecock!" Mr. C. proudly proclaimed.

I was so thrilled I failed to notice another element to the gift until
Toby, who was sitting next to me, pointed it out.

"Hey, they're autographed!" Toby exclaimed.

WHAT THE FUCK?!

The box art on each tape displayed a picture of Joey Morecock in various
poses and each of them was signed by him!  Then I noticed several other
autographs on the other pictures on the covers.  Each movie had been
autographed by its principal actors!

"Hey, what's this?" Toby exclaimed as something that had been wedged
in between the cassettes fell to the floor.  He picked up what turned out
to be a 4x6 glossy photo of Joey Morecock, naked, stroking his monster
cock!  "Oh, there's writing on the back!"

Toby turned the photo over and began to read aloud, "`To Donny:  I
heard how much you liked my film.  It really made me smile!  I'm hoping
to make YOU smile the next time I see you!  Save a nut for me!' And it's
signed, `Joey.  But you can call me Buck'.  And he's drawn a winking
smiley face..."

There was stunned silence in the room.

HOLY FUCKING CHRIST!" Marcus yelled!  "YOU HAVE A DATE WITH A PORN
STAR!!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Jack broke in.  "Wait a minute!  Buck?  As in Buck
Jackson?"

Mr. and Mrs. C. both busted out laughing!  "Yes!" Mrs. C. cried out in
joy!  "Joey Morecock in real life is our friend Lee's son, Buck!  Jack
and Donny have actually already met him!"

"You dog!" Marcus laughed.  "That's why you thought he looked
familiar, but it wasn't from another movie!  You've already met him!"

"I don't think he spent a lot of time studying Buck's face that
morning." Jack commented to a round of chuckles.

"Wait," Toby piped up at this point.  "He's coming here?  Tonight?"

"YES!" Mrs. C. squealed in excitement!  "And he's bringing friends,
some of his co-stars!"

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" exclaimed just about everyone in unison.  By now the
tapes had been passed around between everyone and they'd all seen the
pictures of the cast on the covers, including the big-breasted Suzie and
Ty, the thug leader.

Throughout this entire exchange I had been sitting on the couch in
dumbfounded silence.  In my mind I kept going back and forth between the
images of Joey Morecock I saw in the porno and my brief memories of Buck
from that morning weeks and weeks ago trying to reconcile them.  The
other couch occupants had risen and were milling about as they all talked
excitedly about the tapes, drank more eggnog, and debated watching one of
the pornos before the stars arrived.  Half of them had wandered into the
kitchen with Mrs. C. to attack one of the snack trays she'd prepared.

Mr. C. sat down beside me and put his arm around my shoulder.  "Are you
okay, Donny?" he asked.  "You got a little quiet there."

This shook me out of my reverie and I looked at him.  "Yeah," I said,
with a smile.  "Maybe just a little overwhelmed."

He smiled back at me and we sat there talking for a few minutes.  I
wanted to know more about Buck, the man behind the porn star I'd become
so fascinated with.  Mr. C. explained that he was a terrific mechanic and
a good friend, but they'd only recently learned about that part of
Buck's past.

"You'll have to get him to tell you himself," Mr. C. said when I asked
about how Buck had gotten into the porn industry.  "What I can tell you
is he doesn't do it anymore.  At least not professionally."

"What does THAT mean?" I asked.

Mr C. only chuckled and said, "It's not one of my secrets to tell."

At that point the entire gang bounded back into the living room and
announced they were going to watch the `Deep in Deep Ellum' movie
before Buck and his friends arrived.  Everyone settled down in the living
room as the movie began playing on the TV.  The guy's reactions were
very similar to how Marcus and I reacted when we first watched it.

I wandered into the kitchen to get a snack and a coke.  I sat down at the
kitchen island and had a think.  What was I feeling?  Something weird was
going on and I wasn't sure what it was.  I was feeling really
apprehensive.

Mr. C. wandered in shortly afterwards and sat down next to me.  He
watched me in silence for a minute.  I could hear the audio from the
porno and the guys oo-ing and ah-ing from the living room.

"I'm sorry, Donny," he said and put a hand on my shoulder.  "I guess
I got caught up in the potential of this and didn't think it through."

I looked at him with a puzzled expression.  "What do you mean?" I
asked.

"Well," he said, "you're not reacting like I thought you would.  So
I'm guessing I read something wrong.  I'm sorry if I overstepped."

The expression on his caring face was so fatherly and loving it melted my
heart.

"No," I said.  "I'm excited to see Joey, er... Buck, and his co-stars
in real life.  Really I am."  I placed a hand on Mr. C.'s hand on my
shoulder.  "His note," I began.  "Does he want to... have sex with
me?"  I didn't know what expression I had, but I imagine it showed the
trepidation I was feeling.  His cock was so big in that movie, I could
not imagine taking it myself.  And why would a porn star in his
late-twenties want to have sex with me, a 16-year-old he doesn't even
know?

Mr. C. smiled, a look of relief on his face.  "Well, to be honest," he
began, "I'm sure he thinks it's what YOU want."  He squeezed my
shoulder and leaned in a little closer.  He lowered his voice even
quieter than he was already speaking.  "It's what his groupies usually
want, apparently.  He and I had a long talk about it when he gave me the
tapes.  It's one of the reasons he let that chapter of his life come to
a close.  He only dips back into it now and then for close friends and
special people."

"But he doesn't know me," I said.

"Not directly, no," Mr. C. replied.  "But he knows your mom and me,"
of course by `your mom' he was referring to Mrs. C.  "And through us,
he knows how special you are," he explained with a wink and tweaked my
chin.  He stood up, gave my shoulder another squeeze and a pat, then
said, "Look, he does have something planned, but you don't have to do
anything you don't wanna do.  That's ALWAYS rule number one.  He has
gone to some trouble for tonight but he wanted to do it.  Not just for
you, but for your friends as well.  You know, we've told him all about
the guys and how protective they are of you.  Buck's got a big heart.
He's very caring and sweet.  Just relax and have fun tonight.  And know
that you are always in control - you don't HAVE to do anything, okay?"

I nodded, and with that he squeezed my shoulder again and exited to the
living room.  I sat there another moment thinking it all over.  Joey
Morecock - Buck - was hot, the hottest guy I think I'd ever seen, either
in person or on TV.  I was excited about seeing him again, even if I was
a little afraid of the size of his dick.

`Okay,' I told myself.  `Let's just see what happens.'  I went to
refill my eggnog, then thought better about consuming more alcohol so
early and got myself a coke instead before I headed back to the living
room.

When I emerged from the kitchen things had certainly progressed.  The
porno was in full swing.  Marcus and Toby were side by side on the couch,
eyes glued to the screen with a hand in each other's lap.  Cullen was
sitting by himself on one of the extra chairs that had been brought into
the living room earlier.  His attention, I noticed, seemed to be flitting
back and forth between the two couples that had formed beneath separate
sprigs of mistletoe.

Beneath the mistletoe near the foot of the stairs, Jack and Hank were
liplocked and it looked like they'd been going at it a while.  His back
was to me as he leaned against Jack, but Hank's ugly Christmas sweater
was pulled halfway up his torso revealing the tanned skin of his lower
back.  Jack's hands were caressing the bare skin and occasionally
slipping up beneath the sweater or down to squeeze Hank's ample ass.  It
dawned on me that this was the first time I'd seen Hank do anything with
anybody other than me in front of Cullen.  I wondered for a moment what
that signified, if anything.

I didn't get to wonder about it for long, though, as my attention was
immediately drawn to the other couple Cullen was watching under the
mistletoe across the room near the entrance to the master suite.  Mr. and
Mrs. C. were also going at it over there.  I had never seen them do more
than a little smooch before and it made me do a double take.  Mr. C. had
his arms wrapped around her as they made out, and... was her hand at his
crotch?  Oh, my God, it was!

Just then the doorbell rang and I pretended I had not just been staring
when Mrs. C. jumped to answer it.

Jack and Hank also broke apart at the sound of the doorbell.  Hank's eyes
immediately shot to Cullen who smiled warmly at his best friend and
raised his cup as if toasting him.  I saw Hank give Cullen a little grin
and a nod before lowering his eyes and stepping away from Jack and the
mistletoe.

I pondered that display and its meaning.  Had there been some kind of
resolution to the Cullen/Hank quandary that I wasn't aware of yet?
Something they were still keeping to themselves?  I thought it was likey
and decided to corner Hank and ask him before the night was over, if he
was willing to talk about it.

"Hello!  Come in, come in!" Mrs. C. was saying to a group of people at
the door.  In walked Joey Morecock (our friend Buck), and Suzie.  And
behind them Ty, the gang leader from the porno, and a boy came through
the door.  It took me a moment to realize the boy was Jamal from the
movie, too.  While still small compared to Ty and Buck, he was obviously
a few years older than he was in the movie. I found out later he was just
now 19, which meant I was right about thinking he was underage when the
movie was made.  Wow, that was quite a risk they took!

Our new guests were all smiles as they walked in, and everyone in the
living room did a huge double take as it dawned on us they were dressed
exactly as they were in the porno that was still playing on the TV.
Well, technically, at the current point in the video they were mostly
naked, but they were wearing the costumes they had started out in.
Buck's white t-shirt beneath his open letterman's jacket was so tight
it looked painted on, and the same for his jeans - the outline of his
massive cock could easily be seen snaking down his left thigh.  Suzie
wore her cheerleader's outfit, obviously without a bra from the way her
huge titties were bouncing around.  Ty and Jamal were dressed thuggishly,
and I had to admit Jamal was much cuter now than he was in the video!

Buck walked right up to me and with a big grin asked, "So, remember me
now?"

"Fuck!" I whispered under my breath and turned three shades of red,
I'm sure.

"Sure, if you want," Buck replied and winked.  Then he took my hand and
led me to the middle of the living room where the furniture had been
moved from forming a kind of impromptu dance floor.  "Hit it, Dave," he
said to Mr. C. who was standing by the entertainment center.  Mr. C.
immediately turned the volume on the TV way down and the stereo way up.
The stereo started blasting some dance music I wasn't familiar with and
all four of our new guests broke into a coordinated dance routine around
me!

Cheers erupted from around the living room as pieces of clothing started
to come off!  Buck danced up to me, took my hand and placed it on his
chest.  Then closing his hand around mine, he used my hand to tear his
t-shirt away just like in the movie!  Suddenly Ty was behind me and he
pulled my ugly Christmas sweater off over my head leaving me
bare-chested.  Buck reached out and tweaked my nipples as I felt Ty
squeeze my ass.

I felt Ty's lips at my ear as he whispered, "You and Buck enjoy
yourselves.  I'm gonna tap your boyfriend if he lets me."  And he
squeezed my ass again before I felt him move away.  I glanced over my
shoulder and saw Ty, now mostly naked, dance up to Toby from behind and
wrap his arms around my boyfriend's waist.  Those big black hands
slipped up under Toby's sweater as they made their way up his chest.  I
saw Toby sigh and lean back against the huge man.  Yeah, he was gonna let
him.

A hand caressed my face and turned me back toward Buck, who then moved in
for a passionate kiss.  I melted, and I realized I really didn't care
what happened tonight - I was dancing with a porn star and he wanted to
fuck me!  I may struggle with that massive weapon of his, but I was going
to give it my all!

I won't recount everything that happened that night.  Honestly, as the
alcohol began to flow freely - and not just what was in the eggnog - it
all kind of blurred together anyway.  Just know that there was much
frivolity and debauchery.  Good times!

I danced with Buck for quite some time.  Cups of alcohol were
continuously pressed into my hand, mostly by Buck's friends, but
occasionally by mine as well.  Here's where my memory gets really
fuzzy.  The next thing I knew, I was naked, curled up on the couch
against Buck who was also naked and my hand was stroking his huge 10-inch
cock!  I glanced up and saw Ty lying back on one of the beanbags, with
Toby on top of him riding his massive penis.  I was mesmerized for a
moment watching that huge black prong sliding in and out of Toby's
muscular white ass as he raised and lowered himself.

A feminine moan drew my attention so I sat up, and turned in that
direction to see Suzie flat on her back, tits jiggling in every direction
as Mr. C. drilled his own huge cock in and out of her pussy!  I'd never
seen Mr. C. this naked before and I watched his hairy ass bounce up and
down for a minute as he fucked the shit out of Suzie!

Then my perspective shifted as I realized I was being lifted off the
couch by a pair of really strong hands.  My view of the living room
pivoted and I came to rest on top of Buck who was leaning back on the
couch.  My hands came to rest on his hard pecs.  I squeezed and caressed
them and realized that they were covered by a fine sprinkling of hair
that was absent in the movie.  I guess he'd shaved his chest for porno.
I had to admit I liked this hairier version better!

It was then that I felt what had to be Buck's swollen cock head pressing
against my anus.  A pang of fear shot through me and I lifted my head,
which allowed me to catch a glimpse of something else that completely
took my mind off the oncoming anal invasion that I both wanted yet
dreaded.  Behind the couch was another one of the beanbags, and rising
from the beanbag were two figures completely naked.  One was Mrs. C., and
let me tell you that while I am completely and totally gay - a 6 on the
Kinsey Scale - in that moment I was dumbstruck by her absolute beauty.
As she rose to her full height, she moved with such grace and femininity,
it was truly a sight to behold.

But it wasn't until she leaned forward to kiss the equally naked blond
man who was with her that I realized who he was.  My jaw was literally
agape as Mrs. C. leaned in to place an open-mouthed, passionate kiss on
Cullen's sensuously parted, full lips!  Mrs. C.'s hand delicately
flitted down Cullen's bare muscled chest and ripped abdomen, coming to
rest upon his rigid and throbbing cock.  She grasped his cock lightly in
her fingers, then turned and walked toward the master bedroom, pulling
him along by his dick as if it was a leash!  As they disappeared through
the bedroom door, Buck's massive cockhead pierced my anus ring!

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