The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns, villages, neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or non-governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if guy-to-guy sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up your mind, you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such.
% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.
%
Hey dudes, remember, Nifty needs your donations to provide these wonderful stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html
FYI: I don't get a hefty paycheck from NiFTy at the end of the month. I write about horny dudes because it helps get my rocks off. Take your hand off your stick shift for a minute and dig into you wallet. It's costs to keep these stories coming to you.
%
"THeRe's A MAn KiSSiNG SANTa CLaUs!" o2 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
%
^ o ^
As it wound up, one o'clock, there was a mass exodus out of the main store by those employees who were on the second shift of those designated to take lunch at this hour.
On their way out, Adam having invited the Drake brothers to be his guests for lunch, it was only by chance they all met up at the Mile End, a Jewish deli.
He wasn't in his Santa costume, but Joshie had the insider info on Giles' current career trend, "Santa, are you Jewish?!"
When leaving Braddock's, it's all Adam had to talk about, raving about the Mile End for their sandwiches, "Best place to have lunch in New York City!"
Everyone having their favorite eatery, Stevie contests, "Oh, you haven't been to The Meat Ball?"
Joshie was a smart 14 year old. He was up on his religions.
"Uh, no. I'm really not much of anything," Giles says, holding the door for the trio, a little bent over at the waist to speak directly to the short lad.
Knowing Giles, like the back of his hand, Adam knew he couldn't afford to eat out, period, "Giles, would you like to join us for lunch?"
"Uh, sure," Giles replies. "Thanks for the asking!"
Stevie smiled. His opinions of `Santa' thus far, in action playing the role, he was a natural, treating a kid on a kid's level, morphing from age to age without much of a transition. Getting along with Joshie, it was like Adam and Stevie were along for the ride, the two in conversation for almost the whole meal.
Much so, in an hour's time, Adam, he and Stevie chomping down the last bits of their sandwiches, one says, "I guess we know who the talkers are!"
Adam didn't have to keep tabs on Giles, Joshie saying, "You better get going Giles! The kids are going to be waiting for you!"
Adam's response? "Mr. Braddock would love to have you around the store Joshie, or did you ever think of becoming a prison guard?"
"Don't encourage him, Adam," Stevie says. "Our dad has a higher vision of Joshie's future!"
"Actor?" Giles guesses, with an ounce of encouragement.
Of that, Adam says, "I think what Stevie meant, is a profession with a steady income, Giles?"
"Oh now," Giles defends himself, "isn't that hitting a little below the belt, Adam?"
However, there's a lull in Adam's response, first himself, then the others, wondering why Joshie is looking under the table.
"What's up, squirt?" Stevie asks. He kinda knew, but said it for the other two's benefit?
"Seeing if Giles is..." Joshie points his index finger towards the floor, "bruised `down there?!'"
Their laughs made everyone else patronizing the Mile End cast attention towards their table.
"I guess we better be getting back," Giles says of it.
"Yes," Adam agrees.
Stevie notices something strange, but harmless, Joshie following Giles to a T', wrapping his leftovers up, meticulously folding the paper around his half-sandwich exactly as Santa'.
Because those two were the focal point, it gave Stevie a chance to analyze his new friends. Though more into the `real' part of a person, he didn't hesitate to think on how hot they both were. Of course, a young, gay man, he did wonder what would be in store, visually, if he ever was to catch them on the beach in East Hampton!
"Ready, dreamboy?" Adam snags Stevie, slapping him on the chest.
"Oh sure," Stevie replies, coming along.
"By the way," Giles asks, walking back to Braddock's, "what are you guys up to tonight?"
`One of the guys', Joshie replies to Giles' question, "Adam's going to drop me at his sister's house. They have a lot of kids to play with, one almost my age." Then the clincher, "Stevie and Adam are going out on a date."
Half-complaint, part self-invitation, Giles hints, "Someday? I'm going to have enough loot stashed away, whereas I can go there', do that' and not have to worry where the cash flow is coming from!"
Right at Braddock's doorstep, it's Joshie who suggests, "Hey, I got an idea," because Adam had talked about it on the way over, "why don't you take Giles with you, when you go see the `Wallflower'?"
"Wallflower?" Giles replies, even though he knows the movie is in town. He's an actor. He keeps up with stuff like this! Seeing Adam flustered, "Oh no. You don't want me hanging around." Bending to Joshie's ear, "Could you imagine... me getting in the middle of their kissing and all that mushy stuff?"
He laughs, which make Joshie laugh. But it also stimulated thought for the 14 year old, him saying, "I dunno. I'm a kid. What would Davey Wavey do?" he laughs again.
"Davey Wavey?" Adam replies to Joshie, looking at him, then turning to, "Davey Wavey, Stevie?"
"Uh, yeah, um, uh, he must've cracked open my laptop when I left it on the screen." Stevie warding it off, "Kids!"
However, like they hosted 2 kids on the sidewalk, Giles was fascinated on exactly what Joshie knew or thought about the gay, muscular YouTube guru.
Shaping his bod up into a muscleman's, Joshie says, "He's sure got a lot of big muscle and..."
"And that's enough, Joshie?" Stevie says, like it's taboo to mention it.
Having been through this little `warning' before, Joshie replies, "How come straight guys can't talk about being gay?"
"Because," Stevie had a tough time explaining it away, "you don't really know about gay stuff, unless you're gay."
However, Giles wasn't sure if he would be in `hot water' with Stevie, but chances it, "Not entirely true. I was kind of curious, but didn't really know if I was gay or not, until I hit college?" he looks to Adam.
Stevie was sure there was a story here, but for now didn't want Joshie's ears an audience for the two-man play, "I think we better get going, Joshie?"
Feeling grown up around the three men, it suddenly dawns on the 14 year old, "I'm going to be fifteen soon, do you think I can change?"
Right off, Giles gets the impression, "You mean, from straight to gay?"
"Giles, get a grip!" Adam replies.
"Oh. Sorry. I didn't mean..."
Stevie assures them, "Joshie..."
"Josh!" Josh impresses upon, whether anyone else is interested in him growing up!
"`Josh'... is not gay, Giles."
"How about `bi'?"
Adam butts in, "Giles, I think your public awaits you, in your Santa outfit?"
Always in good cheer, Giles replies, upbeat, "Yeah," he throws his hands up in the air, landing with a slap to his thighs, "the greatest performance of my life!"
Watching Giles scurry away, Josh was still in conversation, the two carrying on a mobile chat, while Stevie and Adam hung back.
Then, it was Josh looking back over his shoulder, Adam yelling, "Giles!"
"What?" Giles turns a head to the two standing there a few feet away.
Adam replies, "I'll call you later about what time we're getting together for `Wallflower?'"
"Cool," Giles replies.
It was Josh who thought it more cooler, exclaiming, "Cool!" It made him feel important, his outspokenness play a part in Adam and Stevie's decision.
It was around this time, later on in life, an older Josh would recall, this the occasion that not only would he mature at the name change, Joshie', to Josh', but the one time Adam, suddenly realizing the time, that he had a meeting with Mr. Braddock, recording secretary, races away, calling out as he gestures `Call Me Maybe', later, "Stee?"
Walking the sidewalk, back to where they knew Nik parked the limo, rather than have the driver brave downtown traffic, Stee and Josh tread rubber.
"Adam's a nice guy, huh?" Stee wanted his step-bro's reaction.
But `Adam' wasn't at all on Josh's mind, "I think Giles is a cool guy."
Tagging his bro's shoulder, "Like how do you mean that?"
"I'm not gay, bro!" Josh rolls his eyes.
"Bi?"
"Nada. There's Nik."
It changed the subject rapidly, Stee saying, "What is it with Nik?"
"I know," Josh was happy to deviate off subject, "it's like he has this built in unit, radar and knowing when we need a lift!"
They like, ran to make the light at the corner, in their favor, hustled across the street, then made for the long, black car, which could really fit a Tom Goss' entourage. Nik once said a bigger car was easier to manhandle around the city, like it was an army tank, people getting out of the way, driving it like a weapon of mass destruction!
However, to the ordinary person on the street, a limo of this capacity signaled minds, a rock star, actor or other person of importance. Who knows? It could be Hillary Clinton for all they knew and Stee and Josh running to jump in, cell phones were out and recording!
Josh made Stee laugh when this happened, saying people would get home and find they've snapped shots of ordinary Joes!
Inside the cab, for the 999th time, Stee questions, "What is it with you, Nik? You always know..."
"I know because I think it!" The Serb replies, a slight inflection of his native accent.
Stee really wondered now about his younger brother, especially when he comes out with something like this, "Hey Nik, you ever see the movie, `The Perks Of Being A Wallflower?'"
Looking at his bro, seating himself a mile on the other end of the limo, near the dropped-down dividing window, "Like what's that about, Joshie?"
"Josh," Josh reinforces, "Stevie?"
"Josh?" Stee replies.
"No," Nik overrides Stee's thinking, "but I hear talk about it on campus?"
Nineteen years old, Nik was in his first semester of art school, where he had originally met Steven' at registration, finalizing a course. Niks' first year at school, part-time at that, it is Stee's final semester. During the course of fall registration, the two collided, literally and after brief conversation, took their business to the mens room. Afterwards, after the interview', short, brief, to the point, Nik was hired as the limo driver their father sought out, because his own personal driver had enough territory of Manhattan and beyond to cover.
Before Nik could ask another question, Stee pops up with, "Joshua, where do you think you're going with this?"
Josh knew it irked his brother, since his nickname was being elongated to match him being annoyed, "This way," adopting a happy attitude, "Giles doesn't have to sit between you and Adam!"
"Not bad," Stee voices opinion. He didn't have much choice, not having his seat belt on, when Nik guns the brake, running forward, like Drew Brees trying to score a touchdown, literally falling onto his 14 year old bro, "oops!"
Face planted in Stee's chest, Josh reports, "Stevie doesn't have his seat belt on again, Nik?!"
"Tattle-tale!" Stee denounces Josh.
"By the way, hurry and get offa me... you're suffacating me!"
More than a few times, when Josh wasn't in their company, Nik had told `Steven' how he would be punished for not wearing his seatbelt, more out of concern, when... and this happened a lot, Nik gunned the brakes, passengers gaining the ability to fly, if not belted down.
However, keen on words and interpretations, Josh is the one who says, "Punish him, Nik!"
Picking himself up off of his `little' brother, Stee says, "You're getting too smart for your own good, bro!"
He secretly ate his words, Nik saying, "Better to be aware, than unaware?" his eyes stare through the rearview mirror into Stee's eyes.
"Do you have to encourage him, Nik?"
"Yeah, do you have to encourage me, Nik?" Josh turning right around to Stee, "I'm like almost an adult Stevie, like don't you think I could start thinking like one?"
Parking his ass two seats down, on the right side of the oblong seating arrangement, Stee replies, "I'll let you know!"
As it has gone along, Josh kind of got an idea of what his limits could be, adhering to his brother's code of how far he could go with an idea or an attitude. He thought much of his brother's looking after. In reality, Josh liked his older brother very much. Having spent almost his entire life with Stee as a father (and mother) figure, persuading anyone he was a darn good `parent', there was nothing he would seriously do or say to compromise that relationship.
There were times when they could joke, but other times thoughts taken to a serious level, especially when Stee thought Josh old enough to come out to. Like right now, thinking on Josh's proposition, "You aren't busy tonight, are you Nik?"
It made Josh smile at his brother, not bothering to say, `I told you so.' It's not the way it went with the brothers. Sometimes the way something was said, awarded the other with an unsaid, undone pat on the back (or kick in the pants!)
%
Copyright 2012 T. Chase McPhee
"THeRe's A MAn KiSSiNG SANTa CLaUs!" may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.