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"THeRe's A MAn KiSSiNG SANTa CLaUs!" o4 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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It was a real thrill for Giles, being directed to stand among the ranks of what has become known as a Nouguet' model. Most had modeled for Alex Nouguet before, becoming a regular or on call. He was astounded, even though not all the models gay, even the straight guys acted a little gay', eyeing him up and down.
One model, like himself, shaved down to the bare minimum, was the first to mock his `left' treasure trail, "Hey guys, I'd be jealous of this!"
Giles mentions, "Get your gay finger off my bod," all in fun.
One of the other models points out, "Oh Jeremy's not gay!"
Yet, by the time the session was ready to close out, Giles had the guys thinking Jeremy was gay. Of course, his behavior, rubbing half an ass with his hand or brushing the side of a finger over his nip, projected a man to man ideal image of a gay notion, but Jeremy took it in stride, because they fooled around like that.
Giles was also tickled by Alain, going off on Jeremy because he touched a region of the bod which led to a place, of Alain's concern, off bounds by his definition, for a straight guy!
At the conclusion, Giles thought that was it, but because of Alain's intentional oversight, Alex Nouguet had detained the new `model', solely for the reason he was the only model with a treasure trail.
He overheard Nouguet saying to Braddock, "What better way to lead a shopper to Holiday `treasure', Stephen?"
All too well, Giles knew the implications, seeing an evil look on the storeowner's face and wanting more of a piece of the pie, "Uh, does this mean I'm making more than the other models?"
Both he and Alex looked to Stephen Braddock, who was speechless, but it's Alain who picks up the pace of response, "Of course," he puts both arms around Giles' waist, "Don't let them sell you short, honey!"
It's Alex, most of the time taking things in good spirit, says, "Looks like you've got yourself an agent, Giles!"
Feeling a little `cock' behind his back, Giles replies, "I hope he's more lucrative than the one I have now!"
They all wanted to know the details, Giles providing answers pertaining to his work as an actor.
Stephen Braddock, with friends in high places now informs Giles, "Now you're a Cayman Karlyle model, that is if you want to make a career move?"
Alex, right up there with the bigshots of the fashion world, asks, "Well, when you're speaking with Cay, put in a good word for Giles, from me!" All Alex had to do is dial his cell and talk with Cayman himself, but added a vote of confidence, meant for Giles' ears.
Alain, who has seen models made and broken, says, "Honey, get ready for the fun and games!"
Not forgetting who did him the honors of keeping his treasure trail and not getting into trouble, Giles says, "You'll be there, right?"
"Of course, honey. Cayman and me," Alain sets two fingers together, like a Brownie scout, "we're like this!"
With Alex and Stephen departing, onward to other business tying up loose ends with the photo shoot, Giles asks, "What now?"
"Hey Santa?"
Turning right around, Giles has a feeling the voice familiar, saying, "Huh?"
"A man of many talents!" Reintroducing himself, this time with a handshake and not a sneak attack under the mistletoe, "Thomas Freud and I know who you are, now!"
Of course, lining up in different poses with the `Nouguet' crowd of models, who would not know the line of business one could pose to himself.
"Uh, yeah," Giles agrees, sketchy on his volley of words, shaky because of his `first day on the job'!
Seeing an opportunity present itself, Alain saves the day for Giles, yet looks out for his own interests, sliding between the two, "Aren't you going to introduce us, honey?"
Interpreting the slip between himself and Thomas, Giles reacts to the friendly push aside, "Well, excuse me!" with a gentle giggle.
Very forward, something Alain could do without regret, he weaves a hand in, under Thomas' sports jacket, rubs the tummy, "Mm-mm, honey, where have you been keeping yourself from little ole me?"
New York City in December is not like New York City during a sweltering July. Standing on the sidewalk in a skimpy pair of briefs, Giles started to feel a chill.
"Uh, I think I'll head inside," he communicates, meaning it for Alain.
By now, the makeup artist had worked his way into Thomas Freud's life.
Not only chilled, whereas two hands could not possibly cover all the exposed flesh of Giles' bod, he relays, "I'm going now."
"I'll catch up with you later, honey!"
In a way, Giles was disturbed at how Alain had turned himself onto him and now turned off; like hot water turned to icicles! Walking towards the employee's entrance to Braddock's, a thin corridor at the right side on the main street, suddenly he had thought for a moment there was something going on between himself and Alain. Now, he shrugged it off as `business'. Passing through the crowd of models, all chatting with each other, he had lost his sense of conscious reality.
Feeling sorry for himself, he wades through the small mass of men, when suddenly he feels a draping of material over his cold shoulders and a comforting voice, "You must be freezing!"
"Uh," Giles didn't know what to make of it, a `wall street' type; white shirt, tie, makeup of a person employed in a business office tower, "yeah... A little."
Unlike Alain, a shape of a `chubby bear' type, this guy was wide with a swimmer's build. He could immediately tell, by the pull of the shirt, he wasn't all into sitting behind a desk all day. It was probably because of all these superlatives, plus the very idea this dude could be a year of two difference in either direction of his own age, is why Giles was put off by words.
"Excuse me for being forward, but I have this... Kick in emotion about people in need." Quite talkative, the stranger adds, "Sometimes it gets me into trouble!"
Forgiving, Giles comes back with, "Oh, you're not in any trouble with me," smiling, because the dude looked genuinely relieved, "yet!" Giles winks!
Entering the employee portal, Giles asks, "Want to come in?"
Clogged by the mass entrance of models and those important to setting up the shoot, his mystery man says, "I don't know if I can take it!"
Too bad he was wearing a long sleeved shirt. Not the advantage some of the other models had, he would have to endure' feeling up bare skin through the fabric of his shirt. Though, in this chilly weather, it wasn't tough to feel up a model's hard nip brushing against him, something which caused tiny, electrical' shocks, against power and will.
Back in the room where Giles left his clothing, changing into his Nouguet creation, which changed his life like day and night, he removes the jacket and using it as a means of finding out the owner's name, teetering it on the tip of a finger, "Thanks for the use of your jacket, uh?"
"Oh right! I didn't introduce myself," the reddish-brown-haired man replies, taking the jacket, but also Giles' hand in a proper man-shake, "Rodrick MacDuffy."
Slowly, like it was drooling out of his mouth, he states his name, forgetting the professionalism interlaced, "Joshua Bates."
With suddenness, Rodrick stumbles out of being held in a trance, "Nice to meet you, Joshua Bates!"
Sometimes Giles could get caught up in the tongue-twist of his real name versus the professional namesake, "Or, do you know me by `Giles London'?"
While the subject has been brought up, Rodrick confesses, "I saw you in `Survival Game', at the Times Square Arts Center?"
"Really? You were there?" Giles smiles, all caught up in the excitement of having a groupie!
"Yes. And so caught up in your performance, I had it in mind to crash your after-theater party!" Rodrick giggles the notion away.
"It was only me and a few of my friends from the cast, at Starbucks, no less!"
"Yes. Well still, I didn't want to impose on your big night."
With half a smirk, Giles admits, "The show closed the next day. We all didn't even have to report to work. We all got texted with the grim news."
"I know," Rodrick replies, a look on his face like he received the sad news himself. However, to shy away from the fact, says, "I thought you were very good in your part!"
Smiling, Giles says, "I only had two lines. I figured being on stage with only my hand over my crotch spoke loud enough!"
He didn't want it to be the main reason for the reasons he wanted to have some followup fellowship with Giles, but doesn't fib, "I guess it was one of the reasons why I wanted to follow you to Starbucks!"
Taking it in stride, Giles says, working his thumbs into the edges of his briefs, and with pushing them down to his knees, pops up, saying, "How do you like my costume unhanded and up close?"
His hand slipped down, like he was going to either scoop up Giles' balls or wrap a hand around the flaccid barrel, but instead, turns knuckles, grazing the treasure trail Alain left, "Nice costume, but I was hoping there was more to `Giles London' than a hot bod?"
Giles stood there in a trance, succumbing to the sweet deliverance of words. He smiled, because of the comfortable curving of the lips, encased in a reddish-brown beard, softly responding, "Oh how I wished you crashed my after-theater party six months ago!"
"Um, I have a confession to make."
All this time, the backs of Rodrick's knuckles have been softly brushing his treasure trail, sending little shockwaves to his cock, but on the verge of what he thinks is going to be a wrench thrown into the subtle introductions, he backs away, "Bad," he swallows, "I hope... Not?" Then, because he's been faced with bad luck and falling in love, "Let me guess, you've got a wife and three kids over in Jersey?"
Inching forwards, Rodrick says, "No, no wife. No kids, well except for the one," he confesses, "I brought, in lieu of a son, to bounce on your knee yesterday afternoon at Braddock's?"
"Hmm," Giles stare at him with squinted eyes.
"Other than that, it's only been seeing you, hit and miss, every other day at Starbuck's?"
"You've been stalking me?" Giles replies.
"Yeah," Rodrick casually smiles, "I hope you can forgive me," telling more about himself, "I've kind of been in the closet for the last few years, getting my business started, but since it's up and running, have decided it's maybe time to start up a more personal life?"
Not unhappy over Rodrick's words, mainly because it was easy for Giles to get stuck in the head-over-heels' mode when meeting a guy, whether others would deem hot or not, "Was Survival Game' your first gay play?"
"Uh," like he was addressing his staff, gulps, "yes."
Giles has known some late-bloomers, probably like Rodrick, looking to preserve their identities, until they've struck it rich with success, then coming out, "Happens. Though, I'm out."
"I could more or less derive that, from your performance in `Survival Game'?"
"Oh really?" Giles opens up, jokes around, "Wasn't the costume, was it?"
"Oh no," Rodrick shoves it to the side. "I truly was taken in by your literary skills."
Moving closer to Rodrick, and the fact they were alone, feeling comfortable that he wouldn't get sued for such an action, Giles' hand moves towards Rodrick's crotch, "You mean me, being up there on stage with only my hand scooping up my cock and balls, didn't make you hard?"
"Would you be disappointed if it didn't?"
He was amazed Rodrick wasn't doing something about his hand feeling the outlines of his briefs, "Well if you weren't then, you're sure making up for it now, Rod!"
Rodrick hated it when anyone in his employ shortened his name, but this wasn't happening back at the office and right now, there's not much he wouldn't allow Giles to do to him, "I loved the scene where your back was to the audience!"
"Oh?" Giles says, loosening the hold of his fingertips on Rodrick's dress pants. Turning around, briefs dropping to the floor, Giles stepping out, kicking them to the wall, he models, "Which would you prefer? Back?" he turns to face Rodrick, "or front?"
Because he didn't have much experience, but knew to make this encounter lean in the direction he intended, like scripting his way into Giles' life, instead of choosing Giles' ass over his heart, "I'd rather not implicate myself with meaningless gibberish and choose one over the other."
"Huh?" Giles comes back with.
Translating, Rodrick replies, "In other words, sure, I'd love to fuck your ass; but I also want something more to develop between us, so don't want to make it sound like I'm only into you for the sex.... literally!"
"Hmm," Giles ponders this, standing there with arms folded across his pec-lines. Turning this into a comfort zone of conversation, Giles asks, "How big do you get?"
Playing Giles' game, not that Rodrick feels he didn't start with a cast of the dice, says, "I think that should be something left unspoken. I mean," he nuzzles his flat stomach up to Giles' bare bod, "if you really have an insatiable desire to know..." and getting as frisky as Giles' tone of voice, "Tell me, are you a good cock sucker?"
Dropping his arms, Giles replies, "Oh. So, back at the theater you already had it on your mind you were going to stuff your fat cock between my lips and gun my throat?"
Way in which it was said, made Rodrick smile, instantly wiping it from his lips, saying, "Something like that, but not exactly. I mean, aren't gay men supposed to have that kind of a thing on their minds when they see another man dressed down and flaunting themselves?"
"It was part of the script!"
Scratching his nose, something of a habit with Rodrick, but dropping his hand to his side, he swipes past Giles' shaft, "You're hard!"
"And you're not?" Giles questions, deliberately finding Rodrick hard in his pants!
"I don't want to fuck you," Rodrick says, like a mediocre part of the conversation, given way to freely expressing oneself.
Not wanting to admit he was disappointed and with quick thinking, Giles replies, "Not now you don't, but I suspect after the movies tonight, you will feel like..."
"Movies? What Movies?"
Nonchalantly, like it's already been arranged, except for Rodrick forgetting about it, "`Wallflower', you're going with me tonight with my friends?"
Rodrick followed, a slick invitation, whereas Giles had already made up his mind, "It must've slipped my mind. What time did do we have to leave my place?"
"I thought you were going to fuck me after the movies?"
Carrying on with the false pretenses, Rodrick says, "That was `your' idea."
"I see," Giles thinks on it, like `how far he can take this', "what time are you picking me up for dinner?"
"Right now?"
At that moment, like it was one of the script-scenes from a play kicking in, Giles and Rodrick rehearse their first kissing scene.
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"Whoa, how cool is this?" Stuart asks, walking around in a circle, eyeing up walls of books, apparently kept up by a well organized person. Plopping his ass down on the opposite end of a sofa, Stu asks, "How come you're not in your room playing video games, like a normal kid, instead of your nose in a book?"
He could fend for himself upon answering a question directed to himself, but his big bro handles it, "Because Joshie isn't like most kids.. Here!" he drops a volume into Stuart's lap.
This time Josh left the name calling as is. It was too much fun, spotting the title of the book and seeing where it landed.
Of the corner of the book, Stevie's old friend from childhood responds, "Hey, you could've maimed me for life," he rubs his sore crotch.
Josh laughs.
"Those steel pumpers?" Stevie jokes.
"Um," Stuart cautions, "he," denoting Josh sitting there amongst them, "okay with..."
This time Josh spoke for himself, "Hey, in case you haven't heard, Stuart, us straight guys have to pump it out once in a while too?"
"Oh really?" the 23 year old lightens up. "Like what size are we talking about here?"
Stuart got bopped in the head, Stevie reprimanding, "You don't ask a 16 year old kid a question like that, stoopid!"
It made Josh laugh at his brother, and Stuart too, with two places of `injury'.
A bit giddy, probably because of the book his brother picked out for his friend, "Aren't you going to read your book, Stewie?"
From wear and tear, the book's back cover was mangled, most of it replaced with duct tape. Turning it over, Stuart's eyes lit up, "Oh my!" Flipping through it, he says, "I hope you want me to do a book report!"
Sitting in a leather chair, Stevie had to lean forward. Without a shirt on, his back adhered to the leather like tar to a feather. "Something to keep you, Garry and Nik busy. You don't think they're going to let you move in with them for free, do you?"
Flipping back through the `Joy of Gay Sex', Stuart asks, "They've got a chapter on threesomes?"
Josh, jokes, "Oh, I'm sure Garry doesn't need a book to tell `him' what to do!"
"Oh really?" Stuart questions. "And how would a straight boy know anything about what Garry does and doesn't do with a man?"
Stevie knew what was coming and allowing his younger brother answer for himself, "You don't think the book you have over your crotch," Josh made sure he rubbed it in, "got all mangled from only 1 reader, do ya?"
Turning on Stevie, Stuart accuses, "You let a straight minor read this book?"
With a wiseguy attitude, Josh sends the volley back to Stuart, "You should talk!"
Sitting up more alert, Stuart asks, "What makes you say that?"
"What you do in your own house is your own business, Stewie!"
On his knees, he was almost hovering over Josh, digging into the the center cushions of the sofa, "What would you know about anything?" he glances to Stevie and back.
"Nothing. I'm just saying that what people don't see me do in my house, is not like... like as if I were a minor and tried seducing the cable guy?"
With a strange look on his face, Stuart turns his head towards Stevie and a stranger notion, "You didn't happen to mention... it to Josh?" he directs to Stevie, looking him dead in the eye.
"I don't recall," Stevie lies, asking, "Joshie, did I ever mention to you something about Stuart having the cable guy fix the computer line in his room when he was seventeen?"
He was closer to Josh, but with daggers in his eyes, meant for Stevie, whatever the younger brother said, would relegate sentencing for the older sibling.
Rather than recall some gay story, Josh asks, "I'm curious, Stewie, as to how it feels for a gay man to have a cock forced down his throat. Is it any different for a teen?"
One foot slipped off the sofa and already pondering his move, like a wildcat, jumps the narrow, lowrise coffee table, hitting Stevie, with full force of his bod.
Fortunately for Stevie, it was a nice, cushy leather chair and even though Stuart's chest to Stevie's pecs, cast the chair over onto its back, the landing was soft.
Josh just had to get up out of his chair and look. What he found was, Stuart had catapulted a distance beyond Stevie, whereas his crotch was covering nose and mouth!
"I can't breathe!" Both heard muffled out of Stevie's mouth.
Chair flipped over, his bud on top of him, all Stevie could do is grabs puffs of air, Stuart thinking it funny to do modified pushups.
Leave it to Josh to break the ice, "I love it when gay guys fuck around with each other!"
Rather than comical, which at first Stuart thought, he pivots his hips up, bod in an arch as he addresses his old friend, "Are you sure your bro isn't gay and he's enjoying this?"
"Enjoying? Probably. Gay? Only Joshie knows for sure!"
"Josh!" Josh pummels his brother's eardrums with the grownup name. Adding punishment, Josh slaps Stuart on the ass, saying, "Keep punishing him!"
Too late, Stevie hauls his bod out of the caged in chair.
"Oh-h-h," Stuart says in a disappointing tone, "just when I was starting to feel good!"
"Oh yeah," Josh carries on the joking, "look! Stewie `is' getting hard!"
It could've gone a few more rounds, except with interruption, Garry says, "If you want to get to your movie, we better put a hustle on it? Oh by the way, Stevie, there's a message on the house phone. Your friend Adam says there's a snag in accommodations for Joshie. In other words you have to find your own babysitter."
"I ain't no baby. I don't need no babysitter," Josh contests.
"Oh and," Garry adds a tidbit, "by the way, Adam says he has to join his employer on an out of town trip and won't be able to make it tonight."
Even though Adam was a world away, in the city, Stevie condones, "Thanks, Adam!" He exits to go listen to Adam's message, in case Garry missed something.
Going back an hour ago, Nik and Garry had taken on the chore of showing Stuart his temporary lodgings. Nik was still napping when Stuart left his side', only to run into Garry, coming back from filling up the limo. He had hit Garry up for a shower, to get the grime' off of his bod.
Present at the time of his `cleaning off', Garry asks, "You haven't gone and gotten yourself all gooied-up again, have you Stu?"
Setting the leather chair back on all four feet, Stuart replies, "Oh no. Just helping to rearrange the furniture," he readjusts his pants.
Knowing there was wonder on Garry's mind, Josh reports, "Stewie was seeing if he could fit his cock into Stevie's mouth, with his pants still on!"
"You know, Josh," Stewie confronts the 16 year old, "you're pretty wise for a straight boy!"
"He is, I must admit. Josh can get a little carried away with assuming what us gay guys are like," Garry takes leverage in the situation, lunging at the sofa, his ass landing on the middle cushion, throwing his arm around Josh, like their best buddies, "but he's fun to have around!"
Josh knew it was coming, but Garry, being the 29 year old he-man he can be, held him in an arm hold, one impossible to get out of, while Garry tickled him to death!
He protests, "Lemme go or else I'll tear your tee shirt!" Josh yells, fingers pulling on the chest area of Garry's gay pride shirt.
It immediately served its purpose, Garry loosening up on his grip, with comment, "Last time you said it, you damn nearly ripped half the hair out of my chest!"
"Get a grip, Garry," Stevie returns and very protective of Josh, "he did not!"
Stuart jokes, "I didn't see any missing when we were in the shower, Garry!"
"Um, like, that was because you were on your knees, Stu?" Garry replies.
Painting a picture, ever so clear, Stevie asks, "So, how do you like your new sleeping arrangements, Stuart?"
Who shows, but Nik, yawning. Upon hearing the question, provides answer, "Good cocksucker. Really knows how to tire a guy out!"
Josh, with comprehension of how he thought things were going to work out, tried fitting Stewie into the plan of things.
From the onset of himself fitting into Stevie's life, once he realized Garry was gay, he thought of him as a top. It's been his opinion ever since.
When Nik came on board and Josh found out the same, from his brother, in all likelihood, he labeled him a top.
Then again, how can 2 tops live under one roof? Gary was too toppish to ever suck a guys cock, so sometimes, Josh figures, Nik had to be a bottom for Gary, since tops don't suck cock.
Of course, all along, he wondered if Stevie had done it with either one of them. It was right around the time Stevie had come out to his brother, Josh asking if he had done `anything' with Garry. Nik hadn't arrived on the scene, so Stevie only need to concern himself with Garry and rather lie to his brother, which if later on caught doing stuff with Garry would only turn him into a liar, confessed to his younger brother he indeed had sucked Garry's cock. He left out the fact he was under age, since it didn't matter.
So, right now, as the others were talking about what they were going to do with him for the evening, Josh was on a different train of thought, thinking if Stewie was on his knees in the shower and Garry was only a top, then Stewie had to be sucking Garry's cock!
He knew how big Garry's cock was, because they all went swimming in the raw. Josh smiled, thinking how much Garry stretched Stewie's mouth, or as it went unsaid on how Garry spent his load, which could have stirred speculation on how wide Stewie's asshole... Well, Josh didn't think on it too much, rather pondering away on guessing how life was going to be with 2 top guys and a bottom guy in the same apartment above the garage!
Taking Garry's place on the sofa, Josh's biggest buddy in the whole wide world confides, "I think Josh is mature enough to be out with the guys tonight!"
Knowing Stevie meant `gay' guys, Josh replies with confidence, "Sure, I can be straight with the gay guys for one night!"
Stuart replies, "Sounds like a good plot for a reality show!"
"Did you get the limo filled up, Garry?" Nik asks, yawning.
Lots of times, Josh has gotten hung up on stuff like that. Garry was older than Nik and even though Nik was a top, Josh thought of Garry as senior top', devising his own levels and ranks of tops and bottoms in the gay world. Already he had placed Stevie on a higher position of his mental chart, because he knew his older brother not only liked sucking cock, but liked fucking guys. This must mean he is above Stewie, because what he knows of the new guy', he only likes to suck cock.
As he has already found out from Stevie, it's not a nice thing for a straight guy to ask a gay dude if he is a top or bottom or other things. Yet, depending on the nature of the situation, it's okay for some gay-to-gay questioning, on any subject. He wondered why things had to be so complicated! Another question put to Josh's mind, if Stewie sucked the cable guy's cock, then how many cocks has he sucked from then until doing Garry? Trivial stuff, but thinking on all this gay stuff, it sure makes life revolve differently than the straight world.
As if Garry ruled the roost, he announces, "So are you going to all change in the limo on the way or start now? Hint?"
"Hey Stevie, can I borrow your Nouguet hoodie?"
"You didn't return it the last time you borrowed it, Nik?" Stevie says in a blaming voice.
"I didn't?" Nik stands there, questioning himself.
"Um," Stuart stutters, "can I... Like I don't have any much cool to wear and..."
Rather than Stevie, Josh, who has often heard of this happening, offers, "Sure. Pick out whatever you want, Stewie. You can pay my brother back with a blow job sometime!"
The others weren't ashamed, not even surprised of the remark coming from the lips of a 16 year old straight kid!
Stuart, quite the contrary, stood there with his jaw hanging open, then realizing the implications, "Somebody oughta give you the spanking of your life and wash that mouth out with soap!"
Like he was giving permission, Garry says, "That is if you can catch him, Stu?!"
Having a head start on him, Josh tears out of there, takes the stairs two at a time, runs the upstairs hallway as fast as Pistorius and barricades himself in his room with a twist of the doorknob lock!
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It was a fast decision, after a light lunch, for Giles to follow Rodrick back to his apartment. Upon entering, Giles claimed he didn't belong there, for the fact it made his own shared apartment look like a dump.
It was a dump, but how would Rodrick know something concealed as this? He had an idea, because after the first time he saw Giles in the subway station, that was it! He was a marked man and almost everywhere Giles went, Rodrick was not far behind. Either this, or the private investigator Rodrick had hired. He had to be careful, because not only did he descend from a prestigious family business tree, making kilts, there was his own business, making items from recycled plastics, to contend with. It is why Rodrick wanted to find out things, not only from his own perspective.
When, at lunch, Giles had joked about, "You've been stalking me, haven't you?"
Already cluing Giles in to the fact he knew some of the places he's worked, plus attending the performance of `Survival Game', incognito, before they even got down to casual business, Rodrick, as he peels Giles' overcoat off, says, "I want you to know upfront, I didn't come to know a lot about you from personal endeavors."
"You want to translate that for me, Rodrick?"
Giles was miles ahead, hands on the belt, whereas Rodrick only sought out to remove the cool weather gear.
"What I'm trying to tell you, in as nice a way as possible, I had you followed by a private investigator I hired?"
Not having had to wait more than a few seconds, Giles replies, "So you had me checked out. I think it's a cool thing to do. Um, like you didn't find out about anything; weird, did you?"
Still treading slowly here on his words, because he slowly, through time and resources he has found Giles to be nothing less than divine, "Are we on the same page if I go and mention the `Whiplash' club?"
"Oh," Giles' voice trails off, stopping his hands from going beyond parting the flaps of Rodrick's pants, "you know about that. Did you go in there?"
"No," Rodrick replies, followed by an exhale of laughter, "but my P.I. did and boy did he find out plenty about himself!"
Giles swears off, "I only went in there two or three times with a friend, to `find out'."
Physically communicating his thoughts, Rodrick takes his hands, places them on Giles and then moves hands back into play with his pants, "If you think there's something wrong about your actions, you can erase such thoughts. I think at different periods of our lives, we all cave in to such notions as yearning to find out if we do or do not enjoy things which would seem strange to some people."
"Uh, I guess this means your okay with it?"
"If I wasn't, would I be standing here right now with your hands ready to dive into my briefs?"
Recognizing them from Braddock's, Giles replies, "You sure know how to fill out a pair of Nouguet's underwear!"
Since, Rodrick assumes, they both have had sketchy experiences with submission and domination, orders, "If you know what's good for you, boy, you'll sink to your knees and fish it out!"
"If I don't, what are you going to do to me?"
It wasn't anything like the `Whiplash' club, something more of a serious atmosphere. They were toying with each others' emotions, Rodrick replying, "Something like this?"
To question, at the Whiplash' club, such an instance would have put a submissive man on his knees by way of a sucker-punch to the gut. However, showing mercy', Rodrick moves his hands to Giles' torso, reeling him in for a sweet kiss!
^ o ^
"Are we there yet?"
Spoken, not like a kid wanting to be there fifteen minutes ago, but rather with excitement, Josh, for one, was glad Adam cancelled out not only himself, but the `babysitter' arrangements. For as long as he could remember, he enjoyed his life, separate from school, with his best friend, buddy and brother. Enhancing this, along for the evening ride in the limo, he mainly followed conversation between Nik and Stuart, but also divided interest between his brother and Garry, through the portal of the rolled down window of the front driver's corridor. At some point, Nik and Stuart's conversing became boring, too much interlaced with kissing. Though, it did stimulate Josh to watch their hands. Though, not being gay, this didn't turn him in the way it would do someone like Stevie!
"You don't say?" brought Josh's attention back to his brother's long distance conversation.
"Don't says `what'?" Josh asks his brother.
Joking around, Stevie blasts, "You buttin' in on my business, bro?"
"Yup!" Josh returns with a smile.
On a somber note, Stevie tells him, "Sorry it didn't work out where you could have been playing with kids your own age, instead of hanging around with a bunch of deadbeats like your bro?"
It made Stevie smirk, Josh replying, "I like hanging out with deadbeats!"
Closing Josh out of the conversation, Stevie pulls the lid of Josh's cap down over his face.
Knowing what's just been said between the two brothers, Garry jumps on it, "Did I just hear somebody call me a `deadbeat'? Oh boy, you're going to get it now, kid!"
It made Josh laugh, an Irish guy trying to imitate a Brooklyn accent!
Stevie smiles, seeing his brother humored, but also tickled himself over Garry's ability to relate to a teenager.
"That does it!" Garry carries on, "I'm stopping the car now! Get out!"
However, he doesn't stop. Foremost, how could he, about to enter the Lincoln Tunnel?
"Take my advice," Stevie places a hand on Josh's knee, "and don't get Garry ticked off."
"Like he is now?" Josh replies. "I'll take him on anytime!"
It made Garry smile, but his mind wasn't on the 16 year old. Fluctuating back to the days when he acted as Stevie's mentor, he had hoped there would come a day when he could `for real' become involved. Maybe now was time to pull out his trump card, "Hey Stevie?"
"Yeah, Garry?" Stevie leans closer to the lowered window separating passengers from driver.
"It wouldn't make a bit of sense for me to hang out with the limo for all those hours, while..."
Be it, Garry had intention set in his mind and it seeming Josh was reading it, "Hey, Stevie, why doesn't Garry come to the movies with us?"
Stevie didn't mind at all, but with reserve, says, "If you're willing to put up with a kid chomping on popcorn all night?"
A family tiff ensues, Josh saying, "You eat it too, Stevie and like," he changes from speaking to Stevie, to, "Garry, you won't believe how he gobbles so much into his mouth, it overflows all over the place!"
"Oh really?" Glancing for a moment to the older bro, "You slob, Stevie!" Though, when Josh mentioned it, Garry thought for a moment how much he would not mind vacuuming it up with his lips, anything which fell in the crease of Stevie's lap!
"Oh?" Stevie says to Josh, like you knew something else was coming. "Right, Josh and how long do you think it took for me to get the gummy bears out of the grooves in my hiking boots?"
Rather than address his brother, Josh says, "Garry, who do you know in their right mind wears hiking boots to the movies!"
"He's right," Garry chooses sides, "I mean, `really', Stevie, unless you're hiking Mt. Everest..."
"Okay. I know when I'm licked!" Stevie replies.
The conversation dulling, Josh took to looking at all the pretty Christmas lights, after exiting the tunnel.
There was a lot of traffic, Garry paying attention to the red lights in front of them.
Stevie sat back, closes his eyes and reflects on his last comment. He smiles, thinking of just how satisfying it could really be, `being licked' by Garry!
^ o ^
"I never get it right!"
"What the hell you doing wearing a bow tie to the movies, anyway?" Alain steals the untied tie right out Thomas' hand, stripping it away from the collar. "The shirt," Alain starts unbuttoning it.
"What about the shirt? I picked it up from the cleaners yesterday. It's nice and pressed?"
Though, Thomas looks down upon himself as Alain gets to the last button, pulling it out of his pants.
"And these pants! Don't tell me you don't have any knock around clothes?" Alain condemns, unlatching his belt.
Smiling, it was about Alain, seemingly getting him ready for bed and not the movies!
However, after dropping Thomas little brother off at his own apartment, the two had done the strip-shower-bed-suck'n'throat thing already.
"Getting ready to go down on me again, Alain?"
"No," Alain replies, "because I said we're meeting the guys at the movies and," he softens the blow, "though I'd settle for eating you up, a promise is a promise."
Thomas caresses Alain, "Then promise we won't stay out too late tonight?"
They just stare at each other. Both knew the implications. Having just gone through it, Thomas lying there in the bed, Alain crawling up from the foot of the bed, licking his way up hairy thighs, the inside of the right thigh giving away to a mass of hairy balls, surrounding moss and a trunk standing straight and tall. No wonder Thomas wanted more, with the power play going on. Every time he went to touch his own cock, Alain swept his hand away. He loved it, loved the play, where he wanted to come so much, but Alain wouldn't hear of it, until `Alain' was ready to make him come!
However, he wasn't blaming anyone, not after Alain's talented mouth stroked him into one of the best orgasms he ever had. Though, Thomas was quite stricken by surprise, Alain quickly sitting on his chest, forcing cock into his mouth and like his load wound up in Alain's stomach, sweet cream flowed down his own throat!
"What's on your mind?" Alain asks.
Thomas admits, "There's not many guys I have allowed to come in my mouth?"
"You wouldn't happen to be into the whips'n'chains stuff?"
With a friendly, devious reply, Thomas says with sinister intention, "Why, I'd love to!"
As they held each other, probably they had the same thing on their minds, master-bear' to boy-bear', rubbing hairy fronts.
^ o ^
They all met at the theater almost at the same time.
Arriving last, Giles asks, "What's up?"
It was obvious to Rodrick too, the marque of the theater dark.
Josh replies, "Power failure, bummer!"
"Garry went to get the limo," Stevie informs them. "You guys can go to a club. I'm going to pal around with Josh."
When Garry brings the limo around and they all pile in, they all decide to walk the streets with Josh and Stevie, which even though Stevie protested, Garry takes the upper hand and silences him with that idea.
They all had a great time. Halfway through their excursion of the city streets, they pass a night club which interests Nik and Stuart. They decide to take in some dancing and inform Garry they will catch a train back to Jersey.
Up a few more blocks, they look across the street, Thomas and Alain stare at a long sign, extending up 3 floors, which reads, `The Whiplash.'
Breaking from the group, pairing off, it's Josh asking, "What's `the Whiplash'?"
This is one subject Stevie wasn't in the mood for explaining right now, however it's Garry who handles the sensitive subject, "We'll fill you in when you turn 18!"
Down to a party of 3, the trio hike the streets until Josh tires. Since the kid was tired and wanted to sleep, Stevie sat up front. Even though an age difference of six years, it's Garry who says, "Like `size', does it really matter?"
"Never phased me before!" Stevie replies. Then again, he never really had a problem with Garry's `size', so why should age make a difference!
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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.