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"THeRe's A MAn KiSSiNG SANTa CLaUs!" o3 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Guess what?" Josh asks.
"What?" Stevie replies, as they let themselves out of the limo at the front walk, which was inside of an arch, part of the house, but not part of the living section.
Nik driving away, Josh walks next to his bro, "We came home empty-handed?"
Thinking on what set them astray at Braddock's, Stevie says, "Maybe we should have forgotten about what Dad's packin' and gotten him some of Alex's briefs!"
It was a long way back to the Jersey house, especially coupled with holiday traffic. Heading into the tunnel, Josh had dozed off, Stevie shortly following.
They had had their early afternoon siesta, but as for Nik, he was forced to stay awake and alert.
Returning the car to the garage, he notices, the `other' limo out in front the humongous car facility, ability to hold 6 such cars, but only 3 limos. There had to be other ports for the Drake family Porsche, which Stevie was forbidden to drive, not that Stevie minded, because after complaining, the father bought him a brand-spanking new BMW!
"How convenient!" Nik stands there at the rear side of the limo.
Down in a squatting position, the father's limo driver crouches, cleaning a hub, "Oh, you're back?" Garry turns his head to look up, seeing Nik rubbing his crotch. The 29 year old turns back to his cleaning.
Looking down, Nik isn't immune to how hot Garry looks, the dirty blond shirtless, in a tight-fitting speedo, "Are you home for the rest of the day?"
"Dropped David," Drake-the-elder, "at Newark. He's flying out today and won't be back in town until after the new year."
It really irked Nik when the old man did something like that to the `boys', "What a douchebag!"
"Yeah, I know," Garry could see Nik visibly disturbed.
Like, Nik's hand, it wasn't expressing his `gladness' to see the other limo driver, but used to dish out his complaint about the father not being around for the holidays with his own kids.
"And I don't suppose their mother's going to make a surprise visit?"
This made Garry rise up on his feet.
It forced Nik to refocus, out of a young, gay man's mind, not overlooking Garry's speedo.
Garry says of it, "Hey, I know it's a tough break for the boys, but they'll make it through. They always do."
Precisely ten years between them in age, sometimes Garry would take on the role of `father', more than friend, of which Nik has fallen under the spell of his kindliness, soft words coupled with hands on the sides of his limo jacket, rubbing forearms, he says, "You should know, I guess?"
Having been around on more than one holiday, when Stevie and Josh were left to fend for themselves, Garry reports, "We have a blast!"
Smiling finally, at the gesture of Garry soothing his nerves, Nik inquires, "Do you think," he finally cools off, returning the favor, hands reaching out, palms running the length of Garry's forearms, touching the soft fur, "they would not mind having another guest for Christmas?"
"I thought the plan was, visiting your brother and his family in Atlanta?" Garry's hands focus on the matter, the brushing action halted.
"`Was' the plan, in September, but since then he lost his job and since he was scraping together the air fare, I'm out of a plane ride."
Garry Herlihy fit in well with the immediate Drake family, mainly David Drake's sons. The father, it was all business and nothing aside from driving him all over the tristate for meetings with clients. Never... Maybe once, the father offered to bring Garry back a cup of chicken soup, when a cold made the driver felt miserable. Other than that, the only personal connection between the employer and his driver was the weekly paycheck and this was handed to him via the house manager.
On the other side of the coin, the main connection of Garry and the Drake family had been through Stevie. Even though coming on board with the affluent family when Stevie was 16 years old, it was not until the teen was seventeen, he made a connection between Garry and his gay sexuality.
Garry had made it plain and clear he was not into doing `minors.'
One day, in his seventeenth year, Stevie admitting he stayed home from school, not because he was ill, faking it because he just plain didn't feel `up to it.'
It was the same day Garry had picked up Stuart Barringer, same age as Stevie at the time, hitching a ride to work, not far from his hometown of Sayerville, which happened to be in the loop of a twenty mile radius of the Drake mansion.
It's one of Garry's things, in explaining to Stevie, that fateful day of staying home from school and `gone exploring', found Garry and Stuart in the throes of a gay fling, above the garage in now shared limo drivers' quarters.
Garry could still go back in his mind and remember that day Stevie had leaned too hard on the door which was falling off its hinges and `fell in' on them. It had made such a gunshot of a sound, startling the two, they hopped right out of bed, facing Stevie on the floor.
Well, Garry was ready to give Stevie holy-hell, only the truth came out, Stuart Barringer being 17 years old and `not' as admitted, 18 years old!
To Stevie's advantage, it became a cool bribe, allow him to join in on the bedding activity or...
As Garry put the blame on Stevie, "You think you're a hot little fucker, don't you?"
His temper might have been flaring at the moment, looking upon Stevie's reaction, a sassy smile on his face, knowing he's been had, but Garry didn't have a care in the world as to how Stevie tried holding him at bay about having sex with a minor, lying there in the drivers' quarters, relaxed and having two 17 year olds work him over with their mouths!
How horny it was for Garry, tutoring Stevie in the fine art of fucking a guy, forever beholden to Garry for his first blow job, two, working on the driver and then switching off to Stuart.
Stuart and Stevie are still friends, but long distance, since his soldier boy, occasional lover went overseas and now lives in Pennsylvania with his serviceman-lover!
Older, assuming the alpha male half of their friendship, Garry offers, "I'll break it to them and see how it goes?"
Smiling at Garry, Nik says, "You would do that for me?"
It had become an all too familiar catchphrase, Garry responding, "Shut up and go change your clothes. I'll meet you out by the pool."
"Oh shit," Nik realizes something.
Joking, Garry asks, "You'd rather swim in the sheets?"
"I think you know my position on that, Garry?"
"No, you don't need to remind me," though Garry always felt sorry for the first time he tried to make a go of coming on to Nik.
Nik wasn't exactly immune to an older guy making a play for him and with a sense of mistrust, exercised his right to protect himself, hurling his knee in between Garry's legs, when the distance between the two forcefully became too close!
Water under the bridge, Garry hasn't heard this only once from Nik's lips, it a joke now, "Or I'll have to find out how tender your balls are?"
With humor, Garry replies, "You keep that knee away from this," he points to his own clothed 9c, "cock!"
Since the subject had been evaded, Nik reiterates, "I can't get too relaxed. I've got to drive them back into the city tonight."
Like a guardian, taking a son or friend into his confidence and guidance, Garry hurdles Nik under an arm, while leading him back to the drivers' quarters, which is a hike up a steep stairway, assuring him, "It'll be no sweat."
"No sweat?" Nik protests as they enter the set of rooms above the garage. "Easy for you to say. In two hours I'll have to `make a u-turn' and head right back!"
Even though Nik hadn't any interest in having a full blown affair with Garry, there were little tender things he did mind. Like, right now, as they were chatting, Garry faces Nik and with gentle hands, escorts the 19yo out from under his dress jacket, hanging it in a closet. By the time Garry turns around and exits the walk-in unit, Nik has removed the tie, still hanging down his shirt and parted the button area, down to where the tail of the shirt is still tucked in.
"Mm-mm," Garry licks his lips, upon spotting the black mat of hair in the V of the shirt, right on down to the treasure trail.
Allowing Garry to pull his shirt out of his pants, Nik says, "Sometimes I wonder why I never let you have your way with me!"
"Get real," Garry has heard it before, "you and me, we're like on two different stages. Me? I'm on the one with all the promiscuous gay guys and you... Waiting for Mr. Right."
"I don't know if I got that, but..."
"You got it, Nik," Garry says. An act of not going where Nik doesn't want to go, Garry says he'll meet Nik out by the pool.
Often it had happened, Garry stripping Nik down to the waist, without as much as a peck on the cheek. Both knew, if it went into that, their friendship would go into the point of no return.
They respected each other, Nik giving in with reticence to Garry's wanting, compromising with something which did not entirely stifle his sexual longing, to be stripped by a hot guy.
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"They're at it again!" Josh remarks.
He almost got strangled, not the first time, by Stevie grabbing the binoculars away from his younger brother, "Lemme see!"
Making a choking sound, like a throat overfilled with cock, mostly a fake reaction, Josh weasels his way out of the chokehold, saying, "Fine! I'll use the telescope!"
Stevie would have gone for the long-tubed viewer, which could zero in on two nude guys at the pool, right up to seeing their balls, but focusing took time.
Tossing the binocs on the bed, Stevie announces, "Get your suit on. We're going swimming!"
Like, guys didn't turn Josh on, but muscles on a guy's bod, like Garry toted, did.
Walking up behind his bro, standing at the mirror, trying to move his anatomy around in the front of the speedo and with mischief on his mind, Josh pulls back on the elastic like a slingshot!
"Oh-shit, Joshie!"
Laughing his 14 year old ass off, the teen says, "Just making sure you got enough room Stevie. You don't want to have a wardrobe malfunction in front of Nik and Garry, Ste-e-evie!"
As their little shenanigans wound up, Josh hightails it out of Stevie's room, his older brother close on his tail, with the ability to catch up, but for whatever reason, until they streak down the back stairway and through the kitchen, out the back door and a few feet from where the pool meets the tennis courts, it's only then Stevie grabs his brother around the waist, tackles him to the grass and imposes a round of tickling!
"Looks like fun!"
Rolling off of Josh, turning over, his vision is upside down, staring at a guy who's head is silhouetted by the afternoon sun, "Like, who am I looking at?" Stevie uses his hand as a visor.
"You don't remember your old friend, Stuart?" Stuart laughs.
He hadn't seen Stuart in a number of years, but the excitement of laying eyes on the first guy he fucked, "Stu-baby!"
Jumping to his feet, the two hug, Stevie wondering at the end of the short bout of affection, "What's this?"
Looking upon Stuart, it wasn't only the physical appearance, a bit changed with the close-cropped beard and slightly more pudgy frame, but also by what he was carrying.
"Um, like, I was wondering if you could put me up for a few days?"
They were still buddies, even though they hadn't lay eyes on each other for a period of years and as those days, they still walked in `buddy' fashion, arm over arm.
Josh had run on ahead, bored from old times' he never experienced. By now, the 14 year old was not taken aback by seeing Nik, fully in the buff, lying faced down on a padded chaise chair, Garry sitting next to his torso, both hands massaging the back area, ready to cross the line'!
"Kid alert," Nik says, seeing Josh approach.
"Dang it!" Garry casually cursed it, in a friendly manner, smoothing his hands northward and over Nik's shoulder blades.
"Don't let me stop ya!" Josh says, running for the pool.
It wasn't Josh stopping, Garry slowly rising to his feet as Stevie comes upon them, "Well I'll be... Stuart?"
For years, Nik has been tossing around the dilemma of exact proportions of the perfect man in his own eyes. "Like oh my god!" he literally gasps, laying eyes on the other guy accompanying Stevie.
Suddenly, the looks, from head to toe, the messy top of his head, cleancut sides, beard, trimmed, not overwhelming around the chops, firm shoulders giving way to a round bod, cub, but not over-obese, `plump'... Suddenly Nik was slowly forming opinion of how his perfect specimen of a man looked. To top it off, watching Garry give him a hug, Nik yearned to be in his place!
Since Garry was fussing over Stuart, walking in Nik's direction, Stevie took off for the pool, figuring he'd leave introductions to Garry.
"I think Nik's got a hardon," is the first thing Josh says, when Stevie pops up in front of him, spitting out water.
"Gotcha!" Stevie says, of the spray going in his bro's face. Secondary, he swims around till he's facing the trio, "Where?"
Sarcastically, Josh says, "Don't be a dork... Between his legs, stoopid!"
More interested in Nik, than pouncing on his wise ass bro, Stevie replies to the look of Nik's stick, "He probably got it, grinding into the mattress, while Garry's hands were on him."
He had his own ideas, but relinquishes, "Probably."
Josh didn't ask about Stuart, because he knew all about him. They were close brothers. Other than the fact he slipped to his mother about Stevie leaving him alone for the night, there was nothing said about anything else his brother told him, stressing it was held between the two of them.
The way Josh figured it, if he squawked about all the gay' stories Stevie told him, he would never learn how the other half' lived. He thought it was cool hearing about how two gay guys carried on, especially about the second time his brother fucked Stuart, a birthday present when Stuart turned 18!
Even though he wasn't officially part of the gay world, Josh didn't need his gender bent out of shape to know, "Nik's got the hots for Stuart, bro?"
With wiseguy attitude, Stevie says, "Are you asking me or telling me?"
"I don't know," Josh lies, "you're the `gay' son, Stevie!"
Smirking, Stevie replies, "Sometimes I wonder, Joshie!"
"Josh," he corrects.
In a matter of minutes, Stevie is able to assume, "It looks like Stu has found a place to stay!"
Sharing a chair with Nik, Josh predicts, intentionally, incorrectly, "Yeah. Him and Garry would make a nice couple!"
Like, not the first time Stevie has reprimanded his brother, "Shut up. I hate it when you make out you don't know what you're talking about, bro!"
Bored of the gay crowd, Josh went back in the house. Though, minutes after changing from his swim trunks to his shorts, he was back at his brother's window and focusing the telescope on the quartet, couldn't help but zero in on Garry's muscular bod. His lips speaking to dead silence, "Wow Garry, you sure are muscular!"
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`Persistence' could be something which drew out a person's good qualities. As for Giles, it proved to be used to the point of bothersome, "So, it's okay if I go home with you? You have some extra nice clothes that'll fit me?"
Other questions followed in rapid fire, Giles pounding Adam's ears with details about tonight.
At one slow part of the interrogation, Adam asks, "Don't you quit, Giles?"
"What'd I say?" Giles questions Adam, changing from his Santa outfit.
"What didn't you say, Joshua?" returning to the name he knew Giles under in college.
"No, it's Giles, remember?" Toying with Adam, the 25 year old boasts, "Giles London, actor!"
Off and on over the years since college, Adam has met up with Giles. Some of the times it was while Giles was on stage. Tired of putting up with the bullshit, Adam replies, "Face up to it Giles... no... Joshua, you're not an actor. You never were and never will be. You suck at it. When are you going to stop fooling yourself and get a real job?"
He was standing there in the men's locker area of Braddock's which was a very small room with 6 red lockers and one continuous long bench, in nothing but his briefs. Projecting his feelings in return, quite heated, Giles replies, "What do you mean I `suck' at it? Acting if my life!"
"Right, Joshua and that's why your life has been a fuckin' mess since you left college!" Adam put it bluntly.
Okay, so Joshua... Giles, the actor, had freeloaded off of Adam quite a number of times, down to the juncture where a loan was necessary in order for Giles to pay his rent and either beg for money or food. However, this wasn't about that. All along, Giles had a notion of how he thought Adam looked upon him, only to have this surface, "I never thought..." he was lost for words.
However more than words were beginning to build up inside of Giles and switching back to his namesake, Joshua, his true emotions surfaces, "Of all people, I thought one person, `you', Adam, believed in me!"
Feeling like a Jerk, it was only Joshua's hot breath breathing on his face which made Adam feel lower than a gutter-rat, "I'm..." he gulped, "Sorry, Joshua."
Even though the brash, truthful words had been spoken by Adam, what was welling up inside of Joshua was not hate, but a melancholy feeling. Pushing aside all feelings of hatred, because deep down inside Joshua's love overpowered the loathing, he says, "I... I can't go to the movies with you tonight."
Before Adam could even think, Joshua had scraped up his clothes off the bench and stuffed them in his gym bag, picking up speed as he left the locker room.
Coming to his senses too late, Adam discovers Joshua has left with only his briefs on! "Oh my god!" he rushes out.
He was quite a sight, exiting the front door of Braddock's, Josh decked out in only his front-pocket briefs. Yet, he wasn't anything extraordinary, not with Alex Nouguet and his photographers filming the next series of advertising pictures, models decked out in red bows and fake green, shimmering sequins, shining from the afternoon sun between the office towers.
Joshua was shocked out his gourd when Stephen Braddock himself grabs his arm, yelling out, "Alex, I've got your missing model!"
Arriving a minute later, Adam interprets things entirely different, thinking his friend/ex-friend is being reprimanded. He got Joshua into this mess and feeling responsible, goes after him, yelling for `Mr. Braddock'.
As things turn out, it's Stephen Braddock who claims Giles' is a natural actor and rather than having the whole sales gimmick botched', 1 man-deer missing, quickly convinces Giles he's no longer the store `Santa Claus'!
Of course he had to go through makeup maneuvers, which required the removing of his lush chest and stomach fur. Realizing where his next meal and rent money was coming from, quickly eased Giles' mind, especially since he's grown quite accustomed to running his own fingers over his man-fur. He couldn't deny it was kind of `interesting', watching the hot makeup guy shear off the fibers.
Adam had again apologized and stood there, leaning on a wall of Stephen Braddock's private mens room. All the comforts of home, it even housed a shower and sauna. Heat twas the reason Adam had to shed his jacket and loosen up his tie. It still didn't alleviate the sweaty conditions.
As for one of Alex's personnel, Alain Dennet-Devere was tops in both his profession and personal life. Right now, the 26 year old cub was explaining to Giles, in a frisky manner regarding the fine particles left from shearing off the massive amounts of bod hair, "If I touch you, baby, it's gives you all the more right to touch me!"
Giles, a total turn around from his words with Adam, smiles as Alain has placed both his hands on his own shirt, right over his meaty pecs.
"Feel free to reek havoc on these hot nips!" Alain openly permits.
Giving Alain some mild nip-pinches, "Like this?"
"Oh, much harder, honey!"
It was time, Adam figured, to bow out, "Uh, Giles," he didn't want to make waves, thinking to make amends, it was better using the stage name, "don't forget the movie tonight?"
"Movie?" Alain rubbed a whipped cream lump of shaving cream in between his hands, "What movie?"
Giles, feeling much more frisky than Alain, one reason why a hand retreated to slipping underneath the towel over his crotch, "The movie I'm inviting you to tonight?"
"Honey," Alain wagged a finger, "make up your mind. I thought you were inviting me over for a house call?"
"Oh sure, after the movie, is what I meant?" Giles was all smiles. Glancing down to his hand, the actor says, "By the way, `honey', any reason why you have to take it all off?"
Since they met several moments ago, Alain gives Giles a double-whammy of a look, which only meant he didn't get it.
Freeing up his hand for a moment, slipping out from underneath the tented towel, Giles rubs a finger from the towel-line to his navel, "Any chance of leaving some of this?"
Solidifying how Alain perceived things, "We'll probably get sent back here for me leaving a smidgen, but I better not find any other man hunting on this trail!"
Wearing a white waistcoat, part of the ensemble the ensemble Alain wore, Giles lifts the front tail. Confronted with a navel submerged in oodles of fur, he says to Alain, "And vice versa?"
Different approach, being at almost waist level, Giles leans forwards, stabbing his tongue into Alain's bellyhole!
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Copyright 2012 T. Chase McPhee
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