Date: Tue, 28 Dec 1999 04:44:44 GMT
From: Brew Maxwell <dokker22@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Unusual Christmas 3

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My Unusual Christmas

Chapter 3

	Monday was a dead day at Colton.  That meant there weren't any classes, but
the teachers were on hand to give us any last-minute tutoring before exams
began on Tuesday.  I stayed home studying, really hitting the books.  I
spent most of my time on history, since the exam was on Tuesday and I felt
that I had to make a 100 to redeem myself from the cheating scandal thing.
	Around 4 o'clock, Chuck called.  I told him what I had been up to.  He had
had an awful day at the office and said he would be lucky to get home before
midnight.  Brett called a little while later and said he was busting his
balls on calculus and French.
	On Tuesday, I went to school at the usual time, took my history exam and
aced it.  Then I had French, and I thought I aced that one, too.  I studied
all afternoon and night for English and calculus, and the next day I thought
I did well on them.  Wednesday afternoon I dug into physics and Spanish, and
I did well on those on Thursday.  The only exam I had left was P.E. on
Friday, and there wasn't any studying required for that.  It was a swimming
skills test, and I beat everybody in my class.  My tattoo got a lot of
attention, and I didn't tell anybody it was skin dye. The first semester of
my senior year ended on December 17, and I didn't have to be back at school
till January 9th.  I was in hog heaven.
	I was home, changed, and ready to go by 10 o'clock Friday morning.  I got
dressed up in my coolest casual clothes and went shopping.  I hadn't done a
bit of Christmas shopping, and I had a list of people to buy for an arm
long.  I took care of my dad's partners (we still owned 67% of the practice
that we inherited from Dad and Uncle Matt) with a case each of  really good
scotch and a box of Cuban cigars that Chubby had gotten for me.  I bought
the trustees and their wives big boxes of engraved stationery, and I got
Bob, from the three of us, two patented rose bushes that are very rare and
that cost over a hundred bucks a piece.  Together Scott and Matt and I
bought Chubby four box seats for the Saints games for the following year,
and we bought his mother, Aunt Rose, a TV-VCR combo.  We bought Philip a CD
player for his car and a navy blazer from Brooks Brothers.  We each gave Ian
Mae $400 in cash and together we paid the tuition for her son at St.
Augustine's for the next year.  We gave the gardener and the handyman $200
each, and we took care of all the other people Mom and Dad ordinarily gave
Christmas presents to. Even though I hadn't seen him in about six months, I
gave my buddy Sean a really nice sweater and a couple of cool shirts.  The
three of us gave the family a thousands bucks to help out with whatever.
All together, we spent maybe ten thousand on the people we cared about.
	I had taken care of all that shopping by three in the afternoon.  My real
problems, though, were Chuck and Brett.  These guys meant something special
to me, and I wanted to get them gifts that reflected that fact.  I could
have bought them cars or something, but I knew they would think I was
flaunting my wealth.  I had to find something that was nice but not so
expensive.  Brett was relatively easy.  I got him a pair of Air Jordans.  He
wanted them, I know, but he never would have bought them for himself.  I
also got him a Polaroid camera.  For Chuck I decided on a cellular phone,
which was actually free, with a year's payment made in advance.  He would be
able to use it any time, as much as he wanted, and it was taken care of.
	I called Brett around five to see if he wanted to get something to eat.  He
answered right away, but he was crying.
	"What the hell's the matter," I asked.
	"It's my fucking family," he said, between sobs.  "My mom announced she was
going to the south of France for Christmas and was leaving tonight at 9
o'clock.  My dad called her a bitch and said she had promised to go with him
to Hong Kong for some kind of doctors' meeting.  He's leaving in the morning
around seven.  They were pretty cold to one another and both said, in so
many words, that I was old enough to take care of myself.  I won't see them
again until the middle of January."
	"Well, get your ass over here right now," I said.  "You'll spend the
holidays with us."
	"Really," he asked.
	"Look, fuck head, where else can you go?  I'm your buddy, and you belong
here."
	"I'll be there in less than an hour," he said, and we hung up.
	Then I called Chuck's house, but he wasn't home.  Then I called his office.
  His secretary answered and put me through to him.  I told him Brett would
be staying with me during the holidays.  "Can we get together tonight?"
	His tone of voice was really sad.  "Yeah.  How about ten at my place?"
	"That sounds good.  We'll see you then."
	Brett and I ate at a neighborhood restaurant that specialized in seafood.
I got my favorite--fried softshell crabs--and Brett got fried shrimp.  We
dropped in at Chubby's around seven and shot pool and played darts to kill
time.  I was glad we did, though, because it gave us a chance to talk.
	"Tell me what's up with your parents, Buddy," I said.
	"They hate each other, I think, and they're just waiting for me to graduate
so they can split up.  My dad's been fucking another woman for five or six
years, and my mom's got a boyfriend at the moment, too.  I don't know why
they don't just go ahead and do it.  I mean, if I'm old enough to look out
for myself at fucking Christmas, I must be old enough to handle a divorce."
	"I miss my parents a lot," I said.
	"Jesus, Nick, I didn't even think of that.  How long has it been since . .
."
	"Since the accident?  Five weeks.  This is the time of year we were closest
as a family.  My mom had a decorator do most of the decorating for
Christmas, but we always made a big deal of putting up the tree.  This year
we don't even have a tree."
	"Do you want one?  I'll help you put it up."
	"I don't think so.  It's still too fresh, you know?  The other day Scott
found the presents Mom had already bought us.  They were all wrapped and
everything.  Scott said he broke down and cried like a baby.  You're going
to have to buck me up."
	"I'll be there, Buddy.  You know I will."
	"Thanks, Buddy," I said.  I was starting to get a little misty-eyed, so I
changed the subject.
	"Chuck sounded real sad when I talked to him.  I wonder what's up with
him."
	"Well, this can't exactly be his best Christmas, either.  He just got
divorced, and he's away from his family.  I think he's working his ass off,
too."
	"Hell, I know he is," I said.  "I've called his house as late as eleven,
and he hasn't been home.  I'd ordinarily just think he was out, but when I
called his office, he'd answer.  He did see Jon a couple of times this week,
though.  In fact, they did something last Sunday night, after Chuck finished
at the office."
	"I bet Jon left to go home today.  He's from Detroit, isn't he?"
	"I bet you're right," I said.  "Matt told me he was in the Navy for six
years and just got out last summer.  He didn't go right to college from high
school.  That's why he's twenty-four and only a freshman.  But he did have
plans to be with his family this year.  It'll be the first time in like four
years he'll be home for Christmas.  He doesn't have much money, except what
he saved in the Navy.  He's on a partial scholarship at Tulane, and he works
a part-time job, too."
	We got bored with pool and darts after a while, so we decided to ride
around and look at Christmas lights. That sounds pretty lame, but everybody
in New Orleans does it.  Some people spend thousands of dollars on lights
and shit, and they really make a spectacle out of it.
	We had our fill of that by 9:15 or so, so we decided to take a chance and
go over to Chuck's place.  We got there at 9:30, and his car wasn't in his
parking place.  Brett and I just sat in my car, smoking and listening to a
CD until Chuck pulled in around ten.  He was glad to see us.  He had stopped
at a grocery store and had some bags that had to be taken in.  He had a lot
of frozen dinners and shit, but a couple of the bags had booze in them.
	After we unloaded and put away the groceries, Chuck made us each a scotch,
and we settled down on the living room floor.  He had bought some throw
pillows, so we sat and lounged on those.
	"You sounded sad on the phone, Buddy," I said.  "Is anything wrong?"
	"I'm okay.  You caught me right after I talked to Jon.  He was at the
airport about to get on a plane for Detroit, and I was feeling a little
sorry for myself.  Nick, Brett, I really like that guy."
	Brett and I smiled.  "We know you do.  He seems really nice.  I'd like to
get to know him better," Brett said, speaking for both of us, really.
	"You will, guys.  You will.  He'll be back.  He told me he thinks he did
really well on his exams.  By the way, how'd you guys do?"
	Brett and I both said we thought we had done pretty well.  Chuck got up and
put on some music.  He turned on a lamp and turned off the overhead light.
We listened to the music and nursed our drinks, nobody talking.  Then Chuck
said,
	"I've thought about last Saturday night all week.  That was a hell of a
party."
	"Yeah," Brett said, "me, too.  When's the next one, Nick?"
	"Sunday night, I think.  But it's going to be at our Country Place, not one
of the clubs.  Scott said he was going to make that a weekly tradition.  The
clubs are closed on Mondays, and they close at eleven on Sundays.  I think
the plan is for everybody to drive up there after they close and party till
people can't party any more.  People can spend the night.  There's lots of
places to sleep."
	"Are we invited," Chuck asked.
	"You're goddamn right, we're invited.  Course, I probably won't go that
often during school because it's so late and all, but I plan to be there the
next three weeks, anyway.  And I hope you guys will be there, too."
	Then I asked, "Chuck, what are you doing for Christmas?"
	"Christmas is a week from tomorrow, and, of course, we'll be closed.
Christmas Eve and the day after Christmas are also company holidays, so I'll
be off  from Thursday night to Tuesday morning.  I'm going to need that time
to recover, I think.  I'll probably just hang out here."
	"Bull-shit!" I said.  "You not fuckin' spending Christmas by your fuckin'
self.  That's fuckin' un-American."
	"I think fuckin' Nick is fuckin' right," Brett said.  We all laughed hard
for the first time of the night.
	"Aw, I don't want to horn in on family stuff, Nick.  You guys have your
family traditions, and all, and I'd feel like a third wheel."
	"Well, thanks a lot," Brett said.
	"Oh, I didn't mean. . ."
	"Shut up.  I know what the fuck you meant," I said.  Again, laughter.
"Yeah, we do have family traditions, but they always involved Mom, Dad, and
Uncle Matt.  Well, they ain't here any more, so it's time to start some new
traditions."
	"Nick, man, I'm sorry.  I forgot. . ."
	"Shut up," I said, jokingly.  "Seriously, after work on Thursday, you come
here, grab your stuff, and get your ass to my house.  You stay till Monday
night, Tuesday morning, or until we go back to school.  You stay as long as
you want.  Period.  Over and out."
	"Yes, sir.  I know an order when I hear one."  Laughter.
	"What about presents and that stuff," Chuck asked.  "I'm going to need to
get something for your brothers.  I've already gotten something for you
guys, of course, but not them."
	"We really don't do that much," I said.  "I got Scott a shirt and two CD's,
and I got Matt a subscription to _Wired_ and a new wallet.  That's the kind
of stuff we give each other.  One of those assholes better give me a cowboy
hat, though.  I've been dropping hints for six months.  We've got everything
we want or could possibly need, and if we don't, we can buy it.  That's one
of the benefits of being rich."  I said that last part jokingly, but it was
true.
	"I see what you mean," Chuck said.  "I hope you didn't get me anything
expensive because . . ."
	"I bought you a Caribbean island," I said.  "And I got Brett a penthouse in
New York.  Listen, we've got to talk about this money shit.  Since my
parents died, I am very nasty rich.  I get an allowance of five thousand
fucking dollars a month.  I don't do drugs, my car insurance is paid by
somebody--my trustee, I think--I've worn the same goddamn clothes to school
for seven years, and I don't have to save for college.  I looked at my bank
statement yesterday, and I've got $13,000 in my checking account, and in two
weeks I get five thousand more.  I guess what I'm trying to say is, when you
guys are with me, I pay.  For everything."
	"Nick, Buddy, that's very generous, but . . ."
	"'But' nothing.  That's the cost of my friendship.  I come over here, I
drink your booze, I eat your food, I use your toilet paper. . ." laughter
"and what do you get?"
	"I get a guy who's brought me out of the deepest funk of my life, for
starters," Chuck said.
	"And I get a guy who's willing to be my friend and give me a place to be on
Christmas," Brett said.
	"So, what?  You guys pay for everything?  That don't make good sense.  I'll
tell you what, let's do it my way when it's graceful and convenient.  If
either of you guys is dying to pay, then pay.  Otherwise, shut the fuck up
and let my American Express card do the talking."  After a pause, when I
guess that was sinking in, I said, "This conversation is really boring the
piss out of me.  Let's get naked."
	They both laughed, but they also started taking their clothes off.  Pretty
soon we were all in the buff on the living room floor.
	"Chuck, have you got any massage oil," I asked.
	"I've got some baby oil," he said.  "Will that do?"
	"That'll do great.  Where is it?"
	He got up and came back with a large bottle of baby oil that was almost
full.  "Get a clean sheet and three towels, too, would you?"  He came back
with what I had asked for.  I moved the coffee table out of the way and
spread out the sheet.
	"We're going to teach each other how to give massages," I said.  "Have
either of you ever had one?"
	They both said "no."
	"I have, a couple of times, and I think I can enlighten you."
	I told them both to lie flat on their backs.  I squirted baby oil on them
from head to toe, and I did the same to myself.
	"Okay," I said, "start rubbing each other.  Don't just use your hands,
either.  Use your whole body.  Squirt some of that stuff on each other's
backs when you need to.  Be generous.  There's a lot here."
	We started rubbing one another all over.  I demonstrated what I meant by a
whole body massage on Chuck.  I got him good and slick, and then I started
rubbing my left side up and down his whole body.  He started getting hard
pretty quick.  Brett joined me on the other side, and, of course, he rubbed
against me, too.  In a few seconds, we were all hard.  We were gropping one
another in every conceivable spot.  I flipped Chuck over and spread a
generous amount of oil on his back, paying particular attention to his
cheeks and asshole.
	"Let me spread this for you," I said, and I lay on top of him and moved
back and forth, fucking his crack in the process.  "Okay, now Brett, oil
down my back, and do the same thing to me that I'm doing to Chuck."  Brett
did as I said, and pretty soon the three of us were a sandwich.
	I eased my cock into Chuck's asshole and said, "Brett, my cock slipped into
Chuck's ass by accident.  See if yours can find mine."  It did, and we were
connected.  We were so slippery there was no friction.  We fucked that way
for a long time, and finally Chuck said,
	"Boys, I think I'm about to come."
	"That's what this is all about," I said.  "Come along."  We all came at
about the same time.  I could feel Chuck's asshole contract around my cock
at about the same time Brett exploded in my guts.  It was really intense for
all of us, and we collapsed around one another to catch our breath.  We
didn't stay resting long, though.  I told them it was my turn on the bottom,
Brett's turn in the middle, and Chuck's turn on top.  We did it again,
coming harder and longer on this round.  Finally, Brett was bottom-man,
Chuck was in the middle, and I was on top.  Again, big, long orgasms.
	We rested for a good while, smoking cigarettes and drinking the fresh
drinks Brett made for us.  Our cocks needed cleaning, so we took care of
that.  Then Chuck took the bottle of baby oil and squeezed some on his cock.
  He started jerking himself off with his back propped against a chair,
while Brett and I watched.
	"I want your cock in my mouth, Nick," he said.  I knee-walked over to him,
and he took it.  "Yours, too, Brett."  Brett did the same.  We were on
either side of Chuck, and he wasn't able to get all of both cocks into his
mouth at the same time.  He did manage to get the heads in, though, and it
felt really good to be sucked and to feel Brett's cock touching mine.  I
started rubbing one nipple on each guy, and Brett caught on and did the same
to me and Chuck.  Pretty soon we were humping Chuck's mouth and enjoying the
feel of the stimulation to our tits. Chuck worked his own cock with one hand
and used the other one to fondle my butt.  Pretty soon he was stroking my
asshole, and then he stuck a finger in and made me gasp with pleasure.  He
shifted hands and gave Brett a couple of fingers, and he, too, responded to
the pleasure.
	Chuck came first, then Brett, then me.  Chuck didn't try to get all of our
cum down his throat.  Instead, he let it dribble out of his mouth and down
his chin.  That really looked sexy, and I did something that I'd only done a
few times before: I came a second time right away.  Chuck and Brett were
both surprised, I think, and I was in ecstasy.
	After that, we were all pretty tired.  The three of us snuggled up together
on the floor.  Chuck pulled a blanket that was on the sofa over us, and we
used the throw pillows for head rests.  In a few minutes we were all sound
asleep.  We slept there on the floor the rest of the night, and we were kind
of stuck together with the dried baby oil and cum the next morning when we
woke up.

	We woke up around 8:30.  It hadn't been much past midnight when we had gone
to sleep, so we were all pretty well rested.  Chuck made coffee for us, and
he brought it to Brett and me on the living room floor.  Chuck and Brett lit
cigarettes, but I wasn't ready for one yet.  In a minute, though, they
smelled so good I lit one for myself.
	During our second cup of coffee, Brett asked, "What are we going to do
today?"
	"The first thing I want to do is take a shower," I said.  "I'm sticky from
last night."
	"Yeah, me, too," Chuck said.  "But after that?  You're the activity
director, Nick.  What do you have in mind?"
	"I'd like to get some exercise.  I haven't worked out in over a week, and I
just feel like movin'.  Do you guys like to rollerblade?"
	"I've never tried it," Chuck said.
	"It's easy," Brett said.  "I've got an extra pair you can use."
	"So do I," I said.  "Why don't we try that?  We can go out to the lake
front.  There isn't much traffic out there on Saturday morning, and we can
fool around."
	"Do you want to get cleaned up before we go," Chuck asked.
	Brett said, "Now that you mention it, that doesn't make much sense, does
it?"
	"Well, let's go," I said, and we got dressed.  We made a stop at Hardee's
for breakfast to go, and then we stopped at Brett's house to get his skates.
  At my house, we got skates for Chuck and me, I changed clothes into some
ratty sweat shorts and a T-shirt, and Brett and I threw some clothes into a
bag to take to Chuck's.  We had decided we'd go out tonight, of course, and
we both needed some things.
	Skating was fun.  Chuck's athletic ability came to the fore, and he did
great.  Brett was already pretty good, and so was I, so we didn't look lame,
or anything.  The weather was unbelievably good for December.  It was cool
and there was a wind, but we all took off our shirts and skated just in
shorts.  There were other people out skating, running, biking, walking, and
just enjoying the day.  Just about everybody who passed us stared: I had
convinced the guys that underwear was a hindrance to feeling free when you
skated, and the sweat shorts clung to our cocks, which bobbed up and down as
we skated.  I think all three of us were extended to the max without
actually being hard, so it must have been a pretty impressive sight.
	Chuck had a fanny pack with my car keys, cigarettes, and some money, so we
stopped and got a coke at a convenience store.  The guy behind the counter
looked like he was in his early twenties, and his eyes just about popped out
of his head when he saw us come in.  We were sweaty from our exertion, and
we still had the shine from the baby oil the night before all over us, too.
We were three hot studs, in every sense of the word, and the counter guy
knew it.  I didn't know if Brett and Chuck noticed him noticing us, but I
wanted to see where this might lead.
	The three of us went to the back of the store to get our drinks, and Chuck
spoke before I could.
	"Did you see that dude check us out when we came in?  It wouldn't surprise
me if he's popping a boner right now."
	"Yes, I did see him," I said.  "Are you guys game for what might happen?  I
believe we can each get a blow job out of this if we play it right."
	They agreed.  "Don't do anything to humiliate him, though, okay, Nick,"
Brett said.
	"Oh, fuck, no, man.  I'd never humiliate anybody for being horny.  I mean
that."  I was just as serious about that as I ever was about anything.  In
fact, Brett kind of pissed me off for thinking I would even consider
humiliating that boy.
	Back up at the counter, the guy rang up the sale.  Then he said, "You guys
really look hot.  Let me get you some paper towels to dry yourselves off."
	He got the towels.
	"Here, I'll get your backs for you."  He started wiping Chuck down on his
back.  Then he moved to his chest.  Chuck just stood there, smiling.
	"Cool tattoo," he said to Chuck.
	"Do you like mine," I asked, showing it to him.
	"It's a lot like. . . . No, it's exactly like his.  Have you got one, too"
he asked Brett.
	"I sure have."  Brett showed him his.
	"Are you guys in the same fraternity, or something," he asked.
	"We're just buddies," I said.  "Good buddies."
	"Like asshole buddies," he asked with a straight face.  The three of us
just grinned.
	I looked down, and the boy had a hard-on that looked like it was about to
push its way through the front of his jeans.  I reached down and touched it,
and he gasped.  "It looks like you could use a buddy about now," I said.
	He was breathing harder now.  "Please," he said.  His voice pleaded with
me, with us.
	"Where," I asked.
	"Follow me," he said.
	He locked the front door and turned the sign to "closed."  Then he led us
to a storage room that had crates of groceries.  One part of the floor was
covered with cardboard boxes that had been cut open and pressed flat.  We
went over there.  It was like he didn't know what to do next.  I took the
lead and kissed him.  Chuck went for his belt and opened the fly of his
jeans.  Brett untied his shoes and took them off him.  I pulled his T-shirt
over his head, and Chuck got his jeans and boxers off.  We had taken our
skates off when we had come in, and we were just in our socks.  The three of
us slipped our shorts down, and all four of us were naked and hard.  I
guided the guy to the cardboard, and the three of us got down on our knees
around him.
	He reached out for my cock, and I said, "This is for you.  What do you
like?"
	"Everything," he said breathlessly.
	It was like we had rehearsed this as a scene in a play.  I took his mouth
and nipples, Chuck raised his legs onto his shoulders and started rimming
his ass, and Brett went down on his cock.  After five minutes of this, the
boy looked like he was going to pop.  I got Brett's attention, and he let
his cock go.  I straddled his chest and offered him my cock.  He took it
into his mouth with a big slurp.  Chuck stuck his dick into the boy's ass,
and Brett returned to his station on his cock.  Brett maneuvered around so
the guy could get a hand on Brett's tool, and for the next five minutes or
more we fucked and sucked and stroked.
	Brett came in a great splash all over his stomach and side, and Chuck
pumped his load into his asshole.  The boy spasmed uncontolably and lost my
cock, but he came in what looked like the hardest and longest orgasm I'd
seen in a while.  Brett tried to handle all of his cum, but a good bit of it
leaked out Brett's mouth onto the boy's groin.  I pushed back a little and
came on his chest.
	The guy could hardly breathe, but he had a look of total contentment on his
face.
	"Let's clean him up, guys," I said.  We all started licking him clean.  He
came a second time in just a few minutes as I was working on his cock and
Brett was tonguing his chest.  When he was finished spurting and we were
finished cleaning him, we sat back and smoked his cigarettes and drank our
cokes.
	"I don't know how to thank you guys," he said.  "Nobody's ever done that to
me before.  I've thought about this for a long time, and I've checked out
every guy who's come into this place.  You guys are great.  You guys are
terrific."
	We washed up in the men's room, put our shorts back on, and got out of
there.
	"So, guys, how am I doing with the day's activities," I asked.
	They laughed.  "Pretty fucking good," Brett said.  Chuck agreed and said,
"I think we ought to try out as a sex SWAT team: we pull up, assess the
situation, fuck the shit out of whoever needs it, and take off."  We all
laughed hard.
	We skated back in the direction of the car.  It was getting close to noon,
and all of the activity was starting to make us hungry.  On the way back to
Chuck's place, we stopped at a Popeye's place and got friend chicken, red
beans and rice, and biscuits.  We ate as soon as we got to Chuck's while the
food was still hot.  After we ate, we took separate showers.
	Chuck said, "If we shower together, you know what'll happen.  I'm as dirty
as I think I've ever been, and I want to get clean.  We can play later."
	Brett and I agreed.  Besides, I didn't much feel like doing anything on
such a full stomach.  Chuck went first, and then Brett.  I lay down on the
floor in the living room and dozed a little until it was my turn.  Chuck was
right about being filthy, and I was careful to wash every inch of my body to
get all the sweat and baby oil residue and cum off me.  It felt good to be
clean and nicely dressed again.
	After everybody was ready, we decided to go shopping.  Any mall would be
crowded on this last Saturday before Christmas, but both Brett and Chuck had
stuff to buy.  We decided to split up so we could buy stuff without the
others seeing it.  Since I had finished my shopping the day before, I mostly
farted around, looking at books and CD's and software.  After a while, I got
tired of standing and went to sit down and smoke in the food court.  I
couldn't find a table, of course, so I asked a girl if I could join her.
She said I could, and we struck up a conversation.  She had just gotten off
work and was trying to build up strength to do some more shopping.
	"Where do you work," I asked.
	"I work at the Hair Today," she said.
	"And gone tomorrow," I asked playfully.
	She laughed.  "Everybody says that," she said, deflating my sense of
accomplishment.
	"What about you?  Where do you work?"
	This girl was maybe twenty, beautiful, and extremely well built.  I wasn't
about to tell her I was a high school senior, since she evidently hadn't
figured that out on her own, so I told her I worked at Male Call--that's the
club I had done my best, and only, work at last Saturday night.
	"You do," she asked.  "I go there all the time with my friends, and I don't
think... Wait a minute.  I know who you are.  You were the guy last Saturday
night that those three monster women raped on stage."  She said this like
she had just figured out where Jimmy Hoffa was.
	"That was my act," I said.  "I do other kinds of dancing, of course, but I
do that act on special occasions.  Like that party."  I am a pretty good
bullshit artist when I want to be, and I sure as hell wasn't going to admit
that three women overpowered me and fucked me on a public stage.
	"See," she said, "I told my girlfriends that.  They said, 'oh, no, that's
not an act.'  Wait'll I see them."
	"So, how'd you like it?  The act, I mean."
	"You really want to know," she asked.
	"Yeah."
	"I loved it."  She leaned over and got really confidential.  I leaned
forward, too, and met her half way.  She whispered, "Don't get me wrong.  I
ain't a slut or nothing, but that act really turned me on.  You know what I
mean?"
	"That's what it's supposed to do," I whispered back.  I put my hand on the
bare skin of her arm and stared longingly into her eyes.  "Did it make you
wet?"
	"Yes," she whispered.
	"Have you thought about me since then?"
	"Yes." Another whisper, although now I could tell her breathing was getting
a little labored.
	"Did you think about doing it with me?"  I got bolder and moved my hand
down to her thigh.  She started moving!
	"Yes.  Yes, I did.  And I'm thinking about it right now."
	"Me, too," I said.  Hell, I was always thinking about it.  "Where," I
asked.
	"Come with me.  I'll show you."
	I knew my boner must have been pretty obvious to anybody who bothered to
look, but I knew that this was going to work out for me.  She took me back
to Hair Today.  We went into a little lounge they had for employees.  Nobody
was in there, and she locked the door.  In five seconds we were on each
other.  I kissed her and let my tongue explore every cubic centimeter of her
mouth.  I started unbuttoning her blouse, kissing her neck and chest on the
way down.  I took off her skirt, panties, panty hose, chastity belt, armour
plating, every fucking thing women wear.  Her bra was a front loader, so I
popped that off pretty quick.  I was all over her tits.  Her nipples were
huge and stuck out a good quarter inch, and I sucked them like a baby hungry
for mama.  She moaned pretty loud when I did that.
	I got out of my shirt by unbuttoning the top button and the sleeve buttons
and pulling it over my head.  I kicked off my shoes and dropped my jeans in
one quick motion.  I got her down on the couch that was there, and I ran my
tongue up and down the full length of her body.  I explored her crotch with
my mouth, and I tongue fucked her until she came in a loud groan.
	I stuck two fingers in her pussy and continued working her clit.  "Will you
suck my cock," I asked politely.
	She hesitated.  "You won't come in my mouth, will you?  Because if you do,
I'll vomit."
	"No.  I swear.  Just suck it a little bit."
	I stood up and presented my tool.  "God, it's big," she said.  Then she
took the head and about two inches of shaft into her mouth.  She wasn't very
good at this, so I moved into fuck-mode.  I figured she wanted me on top,
but I was wrong.  "I want to do it like that woman at the club," she said.
I sat on the edge of the couch and stretched my legs out as far as I could.
She climbed onto my lap and impaled herself on my cock.  She grabbed my arms
at the elbows and pushed them back behind my head so they were hitting the
wall--just like at the club, I thought.  She pumped up and down five or six
times, and then I started moving, too.  She really got into it, then, and
she turned a little wild.  My cock popped out of her twice, but she slide
back onto it without any trouble.  She had a climax and let go of my arms.
I took hold of both of her nipples and gently twisted them and rubbed them.
That seemed to really set her off, and she started moaning so loud I thought
they'd hear her in the shop.  I figured this was the big O, the payoff, so I
pumped the muscles in my groin to make myself come when she did.  We came
together, and she made so much noise she all but screamed.  She slumped down
onto my chest and put her head on my shoulder.
	I wasn't really in the mood for more conversation with this girl, and I
didn't want to know her name.  I gently moved her off me, got up and wiped
my cock off on a towel that was in a chair, got dressed, and got out of
there.
	A good bit of time had passed.  That mall had a branch of the Cafe DuMond
from the French Quarter, and we had agreed to meet there at 4:30.  It was
almost that then, so I headed in that direction.  I went through the line
and got a cup of coffee and three doughnuts.  I found Chuck and Brett seated
at a table in the "Smoking" section, so I joined them.
	"Did you guys get all your shopping done," I asked.
	"I did," Brett said.
	"I did, too," Chuck responded.  "You guys weren't as hard to buy for as I
thought you'd be."
	They both showed me what they had gotten for Scott and Matt, and I said
they'd love it.  Which they would.  I lit up a smoke.
	"Did you buy anything," Brett asked.
	"No.  I finished my shopping yesterday."
	"What did you do?  Pick up girls," Brett asked.  He and Chuck laughed.
	"Yes," I said, and they laughed some more.  "It's not funny.  I did.  She
was a chick who had been at the club last Saturday night."
	"Are you serious," Chuck asked, seriously.
	"Yeah.  So what?"
	"So put it there, Buddy," and he raised his hand for a "high five."  Brett
did the same.
	Just then the girl walked up to the table.
	"Hi.  I wanted to give you this."  She handed me one of her cards from the
shop.  She had written her home telephone number on it, and it had a big,
red lip print on it.  "Call me, Buddy.  You hear.  Call me."
	"I will," I said.
	"I gotta go," she said.  "My girlfriend's waiting for me."  She leaned over
and kissed me and left.
	Chuck and Brett started laughing so hard they upset one of the coffee cups.
  Fortunately, it was empty.
	"She thinks your name is Buddy," Chuck said.  He was laughing so hard he
could hardly catch is breath.
	"My name is Buddy, Buddy," I said.  "And this guy's name is Buddy, too,"
meaning Brett.  "And furthermore, we're buddies, Buddy and Buddy."  They
both howled.
	I tore the card up without looking at it.
	"Why'd you do that," Chuck said.  "What was her name?"
	"I don't know her name, and I tore the card up so I would never know.  Two
nameless fucks in one day, one guy and one girl.  That's a record for me,
and I don't want to be tempted to destroy it."  They laughed some more, but
I was serious.  "Besides, she gives bad blow jobs."  More howls of laughter.
	After they settled down, I suggested we leave and go get some real food.
My workout that morning had made me hungrier than usual, which is saying
something.  We went to an Applebee's across the street from the mall.  It
was happy hour, and we each ordered two drinks.  They brought them to the
table without batting an eye.
	"I can't believe this place," Chuck said.  "In Houston you'd have had to
show your driver's license, your birth certificate, and your parents'
wedding pictures to get a drink.  And they wouldn't have believed any of it.
  Here you two are, only eighteen, and they serve you without batting an
eye."
	"This ain't Houston, Buddy," I said.  "This is Noo Awlins," exaggerating my
accent.  "Dis is da Big Eeeasy."  He laughed.
	We ordered steaks, french fries, and veggies du jour.  The food was good,
and it arrived just as we were finishing our second drinks.
	After dinner we decided to go to a movie until it was time to do something
more interesting.  The picture was one of those with Emma Thompson and
Anthony Hopkins.  I enjoyed it because I like both of them.  It was 9:30 by
the time the movie was over.
	"What do y'all want to do," I asked.  "We can go down to the Quarter and
mingle with the tourists, or we can go to Chubby's.  Or we can do whatever
you guys want to do."
	"I'm not really up for the Quarter tonight," Chuck said.  "Why don't we go
back to my place, fix ourselves some drinks, and have a quiet evening?"
	"That doesn't sound bad to me," I said.
	"Me, either," Brett said.  "Aren't you guys tired?"
	So we went back to Chuck's place, made ourselves some drinks, and had a
quiet evening.  Chuck put on some low music--Musak, almost--and turned off
all but one lamp.  It was gentle and homey.  Chuck didn't say anything for a
while, so I asked him what he was thinking about.
	"I was thinking about how much my life has changed in the last two weeks.
That's all it's been since I met you, isn't it, Nick?"
	"Yeah, that's all.  Two weeks."
	"Two weeks ago I was nervous, depressed, and very unhappy.  I couldn't wait
to get to work to have something to take my mind off my life, but when I got
there I couldn't concentrate on anything.  I wasn't sleeping well.  I was
fucked up."
	"And now," I asked.
	"Now I'm a changed guy.  I've got two great buddies that I love.  I look
forward to every day.  I sleep like a baby and usually dream about you guys.
  Through you I've met someone that I like very much, that I'm maybe even in
love with.  I don't know about that, really. I like Jon a whole lot, and
we're good together, sexually.  But the three of us are good together
sexually.  That part of my new life isn't clear, yet."
	"Well, I can say almost the same thing," Brett said.  "I've known Nick for
several years, but I didn't really get to know him until three weeks ago.
He was everything I wasn't: smart, popular, athletic, good looking.  I
didn't know you were rich, but that, too.  I used to watch how easy it was
for him with the other guys, and I wanted to be in on that.  I wasn't
jealous, exactly.  I wanted Nick, not what he had.  Does that make sense?"
	"I think so," Chuck said.
	"Anyway, I was drawn to him sexually, but I didn't even know it at the
time.  I would have denied it, if anybody had asked.  You've taught me so
much, Nick."
	"Me, too," Chuck interjected.
	"And I'll never be the same.  I'm not a virgin anymore.  In any sense of
the word.  You've given me confidence that I am appealing to other people,
guys and girls.  It's like you've given me a life, Nick.  How can I thank
you for that?"
	"JE-sus Christ!  When did I fuckin' die?  This sounds like a wake for Jonas
Salk or some fucker who found the cure for cancer and gave it to people
without making any money on it.  Guys!  It's me you're talking about.  Nick.
  I'm just a kid.  I'm eighteen years old, horny, and hung.  What can I
say?"
	They laughed at that part.  This was really making me uncomfortable.  Here
were two grown men telling me I had given them life.
	"Let's cut this bullshit and talk about something interesting.  What did
you put in these drinks?  Hallucination juice?"
	"This is making you uncomfortable, isn't it," Chuck asked.
	"Hell, yeah, it is.  Y'all are talking about me to my face like they
probably talk about Mother Teresa in the Vatican.  Give me a break.  If you
weren't both great guys, I wouldn't hang out with you.  Okay?"
	There was a kind of uncomfortable pause.  I lit a cigarette and didn't say
anything more.
	Brett broke the silence.  "Okay, Nick, I think I understand what you're
telling us.  But, see, that's part of why we love you.  You're not perfect;
we know that.  But you came into our lives at the perfect time.  That's all
I've got to say."
	"Ditto," Chuck said.
	I got up and made myself another drink.  I didn't know what else to do.
When I came back from the kitchen, I said, "Let's do something.  Let's play
a game, or something."
	"What do you want to play," Chuck asked.  "I've got some board games, but I
think they're still packed up.  I could get one out."
	"You got any cards," I asked.
	"Sure," he said.  He got up and got a deck.  "What do you want to play?"
	"Let's play strip blackjack."
	They both laughed.
	"I'm serious.  I'll be the dealer.  Every time you lose to me, you take off
a piece of clothes.  Everytime I lose to both of you, I take off a piece."
	"That sounds pretty interesting," Chuck said.
	We got down on the floor again, and I started dealing.  I won the first
hand from both of them, and they each took off a shoe.  They won the second
hand, and I took off my pants.  I willed myself to get hard, and I did.  A
blind man could see where this was leading.  They both focused their
attention on my cock.  Both of them had seen it and felt it a lot, but they
were both distracted by it.  Let's face it, I thought.  Another guy's
erection is infinitely fascinating.  Even if you're an erectionologist and
look at them all day long, a hard, naked guy will draw your attention every
time.
	They played right into my hand, and pretty soon they were both buck naked.
	"Y'all want to keep playing, or what?"
	"Well, since we don't have anything else to lose, why keep playing?"  Chuck
was a practical cuss.
	"Well, it looks like I've got a hard-on that wants some attention.  Maybe
the next bet will be on who sucks me off."
	"You're on," Brett said.  He likes to suck cock, and Chuck likes to be
fucked.  These were two perfect buddies, as far as I was concerned.
	I dealt the hand, and Brett lost.
	"Next hand, if I win, I fuck the loser.  If I lose, you both fuck me.
Winners all around."
	They laughed.  I dealt and won from both guys.
	"Boys, I'm ready to claim my winnings," I said.  We adjourned to the
bedroom where we proceeded to fuck and suck for at least an hour.  We fell
asleep in each others' arms.

	Sunday dawned bright, clear, and a little colder than it had been.  We did
the usual coffee thing around nine, and then we showered together, with the
usual "soapy probe" for ass-cleaning.  When we were dressing, Chuck said,
	"You know what, guys, I forgot to buy any gifts for my parents, my brother,
my sister-in-law, my neice, and my nephew.  I was so worried about getting
something for you guys and for Jon, I lost track of the fact that they even
exist."
	"Let's hit the mall before the crowd," I said.
	We did our usual drive-thru for breakfast at Burger King, and got to the
mall as it was opening.  We divided Chuck's list, and, in one hour, we had
something for everybody on it.  Chuck liked what we had bought.
	"How the hell are you going to get it to them," I asked.
	"Are you kidding me?  I work for Federal Express.  They'll get it Tuesday."
	We went to Chuck's office, and he filled out the paperwork to send the
packages.  He wrote a check for the amount due, and put it, and the
packages, in the drop-off box.  By then it was noon.
	We ate some lunch at another neighborhood restaurant.  This time I got
stuffed pork chops, rice and gravey, and boiled cabbage.  They got similar
stuff.  The food was good and filling.  We had pie-a-la-mode for dessert.
Over coffee and cigarettes, we discussed the rest of the day.
	"Y'all want to go to Scott's party tonight, don't you," I asked.
	"Yeah," they said at the same time.
	"Well, why don't we go up to the Country Place right now, hang out, and be
the first ones there?"
	"What are we going to do?  Swim?"  There was a hint of irony in Chuck's
voice.  The temperature was ten degrees lower today than it was yesterday,
and regular swimming was out of the question.
	"Maybe.  But we've got some horses up there.  You guys like to ride?"
	Chuck got kind of excited at that.  "Yeah, I do," he said.  "I haven't
ridden a horse in over a year, but I love to ride."
	"I've only done it a few times," Brett said, "but I'll do whatever you guys
want to do."
	When we got out to my car, I called Bob, the estate manager.  There was no
answer, so I called his pager.  He was in the main house, getting ready for
that night.  I told him we were coming to go riding, and I also reminded him
that some people might like to swim so he should turn on the heater in the
pool.  He said he'd take care of everything.
	We drove up into Mississippi.  The air was cool, but the sun was hot.  I
opened the sunroof, and we took off our shirts.
	Brett had never been to the Country Place, and he reacted like most
first-time visitors.  He thought the place was beautiful.  I didn't give him
the full-dress tour; I figured he could explore the place as much as he
wanted tonight and in the days ahead.
	We didn't need to change clothes to go riding, but we had brought some
better clothes for the party tonight.  We went out to the stable, and Bob
was there.  I introduced everybody, and we mounted up.  Bob saw to it that
the horses were exercised regularly, and, of course, he had their coats kept
in great shape.  They seemed to be in good moods, and they handled
perfectly.  We rode around on the property that isn't leased as farm land,
and then we got out on one of the dirt roads that surround the place.  It's
mostly woods and small farms around there, so we didn't see many people.  We
rode past the place where the Smiths live, but there wasn't any sign of
life.  They often went up to Tennessee for the holidays, and I figured they
must have already left.
	Our house was built on a nice river that eventually ends up feeding the
Mississippi.  In the old days, the river was the way they shipped cotton and
other farm produce to New Orleans and whereever else they sold it.  It was
also the only really convenient way to travel.  My ancestors had never lived
at the Country Place full time.  They were city people who used this as a
kind of get-away from New Orleans.  My great, great grandmother loved
gardening, so she had the gardens laid out by some famous landscape
architect.  They're still pretty much the way she planned them, and Bob
keeps them in great shape.
	Anyway, we rode down a road that ended at a bluff overlooking the river.
It was a great scene, and I wished I could paint so I could have captured
it.  Matt is a pretty good photographer, and he'd taken plenty of pictures
of this scene.
	"This is a great place," Chuck said.  "Who owns this land, do you know,
Nick?"
	"We do," I said.  "We own a pretty good bit of land around here.  It's been
in our family for five generations.  On the Marshall side."
	"Wow," Chuck said.
	We got off the horses and tied them to trees by their reins.  We all had to
piss, so we stood on the edge of the bluff and sprayed into the wind.
	"For some reason, this place has always made me horny," I said.
	"Every place makes you horny," Brett said.
	"That's true," I replied.  "But this place always makes me want to jerk
off.  Anybody interested?"
	"Riding always makes me horny," Chuck said.  "I guess that's why I like
it."  We all laughed.
	"Well, I'm going to do something about it," I said.  I hadn't put away my
dick, which was only slightly distended, and I started working on it.  In no
time, it was rock hard.
	"Are you guys watching me," I asked, knowing they were.
	They didn't respond.  "Well," I said, "I guess I'll have to do something
about that."
	With my cock sticking out of the fly of my jeans, I walked over to each of
them and took them out.  Brett was almost hard already, and Chuck was hard.
I made them form a loose circle with me, all of us facing each other.  "Last
guy to finish wins," I said.
	"Wins what," Chuck asked, obvious fun in his voice.
	"Wins the right to jerk off again."  Laughter.  "Okay, I'm going to count.
You stroke with each count, and not any other time, okay?"
	I started counting as I stroked.  The others kept up with me.  I started
slow, and gradually increased the speed of my counting as we kept on.  I was
up to sixty before anybody popped, and the first man to do it was Brett.
"Shit," he said, as he spewed his fluid all over the ground in front of him.
  At eighty Chuck popped off, and I lasted till a hundred and thirteen.  "I
win," I said.  "I win," feigning excitement.  "That means I get to jerk off
again whenever I want to.  I'm so excited."  We all laughed.
	"How do you think of all of this stuff," Brett asked.  "You're always
coming up with games for us.  Have you done all these things before?"
	"Naw, man.  That's just the way I think.  Life is a kind of game, isn't it?
  Why shouldn't sex be a game, too?"
	We sat down and smoked.  We talked about sex, the first time we jerked off,
shit like that.  In a little while, it was time to go.  The sun was going
down, and it was getting a little cool.  We remounted the horses, rode home,
and put them up. They weren't lathered, so we didn't have to wash them or
anything.  We fed them and told them good night.
	"The pool ought to be warm enough for a swim, if anybody's interested," I
said.
	"What are you going to do," Chuck wanted to know.
	"I want to take a swim, but a real swim, not just playing," I said.
	"What do you mean, like laps," Brett asked.
	"Yeah," I said.  "I want to get some exercise."
	We walked back up to the patio and pool from the stable, and I stripped
down to skin.  I dove in at the deep end and started my laps.  I'm not a
competitive swimmer, but I enjoy the exercise.  I did twenty-five laps, and
decided to take a break.  I was breathing hard, but I felt really good.  I'd
much rather swim than run, and I like to run.
	Chuck and Brett were still out there, but they didn't get in the water.
Chuck had kindly gotten me a towel from the locker room in the pavillion,
and I dried off.  Even though I was heated up from my swim, the air was
pretty chilly.  I put on my black leather jacket and nothing else.  I
thought the water was a little too warm, so I went into the pavillion where
the heater controls were and turned the temperature down a few degrees.  By
the time I came back out, my breathing was back to normal.
	"You guys hungry," I asked.
	"Yeah, I guess so," Chuck said.
	"I am," Brett agreed.
	"Let's get something to eat," I said, and we went inside.
	Even though I hadn't asked him to, Bob had taken out three nice steaks, and
they were thawed.  "Brett," I asked, "do you know how to build a fire in a
grill?"
	"Yeah, I guess so.  I've never done it, but I've watched my dad do it."
	"Okay, why don't you go outside and get a fire started.  Chuck, why don't
you put some music on in the morning room and make us some drinks.  I want a
martini."
	"Will do," Chuck said.
	"I'll get dinner started," I said.
	I washed up three good-size baking potatos and put them in the microwave
for fifteen minutes.  Then I got out stuff for salad--one of those salad
kits that has everything but the dressing--and put it into three salad
bowls.  I got out butter and sour cream for the baked potatos.  Chuck
brought me my drink, and he had one for himself and one for Brett.  He was
still outside getting the fire started.  I asked Chuck if he would set the
table in the breakfast room.  I showed him where everything was, and he went
to work on that.
	I took Brett's drink out to him.  I really wanted to check on the fire.
The flame was dying down, and I could tell Brett hadn't put enough charcoal
lighter on it.  I sprayed some more on, and the flame shot up pretty high.
I think it startled Brett.  I told Brett to put the grill over the flame to
burn off the shit from last time, and he did.  When the flame died down
again, we took it off so it wouldn't be too hot when we put the meat on it.
	"Let's go inside until this gets ready," I said.
	Inside, Chuck had gotten the table set.  I told them to follow me.  We went
into the butler's pantry that leads into the dining room.  Using a key that
I keep on my keyring, I unlocked the key box--well, it was a drawer,
actually, but we called it the key box.  I got a key for the wine cellar and
took them down to it on a staircase that opened into the butler's pantry.
The door to the staircase looked just like the panelling of the rest of the
room, so you really couldn't tell it was there.  Downstairs, I unlocked the
door to the wine cellar and flipped on the light.  The cold air hit us, as
did the smell.  I was still bare-ass naked except for my leather jacket, and
I could feel my cock shrivel a little with the cold.  The room was maybe 20
x 20, and there were shelves everywhere, with bottles of wine laid on their
sides to keep the corks wet.  My grandfather had been a serious collector of
wines, and we had some "great and noble" vintages in that place.  My dad
once had the contents appraised, and it came in at a little more than three
hundred thousand dollars.  I knew where the best stuff was, but I had been
told once never to bust up a case unless it was for serious wine lovers.  I
didn't think Chuck and Brett qualified, and I knew damn well I didn't.
There was a lot of stuff that wasn't the very best, though, and I got a
couple of bottles of that.
	"This is the first time I've ever been in an honest-to-God wine cellar,"
Chuck said.  "What's in this place?"
	"This is basically my grandfather's collection.  He started it about sixty
years ago, and my dad and Uncle Matt would add to it from time to time on
the advice of a guy in New Orleans who specializes in fine wine.  Some of
the finest wines in the world are in here," I said, "but you fuckers ain't
gettin' any."  They laughed.
	Chuck took one of the bottles away from me to read the label.  "This stuff
would sell for two hundred bucks a bottle in a really swank restaurant," he
said.
	"How do you know," I asked.  Maybe he was a serious wine lover.
	"My ex-wife's father was into wine, and he dragged us to a couple of wine
tastings. I remember this one because I had some once, and it was the most
expensive thing I had ever tasted."
	"Well, is it any good," I asked.
	"Nectar," he said.  "The best.  Are you sure you want to serve this?"
	Not the best, I thought.  "Hell, yeah.  There are about ten cases of it
over there.  I'm not supposed to open any of the 'investment quality' cases,
but this stuff is here to drink."
	"Wow!  This is kind of exciting," he said.
	Chuck wanted to poke around some more, but my balls were already up into my
gut from the cold, and I was ready to leave.  I told him he could spend the
day in here any time he wanted to, but I wanted out right now.  So we left.
	"What else is down here," Brett asked, once we had locked the wine cellar
and moved toward the staircase.
	"Oh, man," I said, "this place is really cool.  The cellar covers the whole
house.  This is only a small part of it.  Not only that, there's a
sub-cellar--another level under this one--under part of the house.  When we
were kids, my brothers and I used to explore this place all day long.  Once
we found a couple of skeletons and all kinds of vodoo shit in the
sub-cellar.  My dad got a professor from Ole Miss down here to look at it,
and he said it was a vodoo ritual site from slave days, probably around
1800.  I'll show it to you some time."
	Back upstairs, I opened one of the bottles of wine to let it breathe.
First I wiped it off and got all the nasty dust and shit off it.  I told
them I'd open the second bottle if we wanted more.
	Instead of going into the morning room, we stayed in the kitchen and
talked.  I lit up a Marlboro, as did Chuck and Brett, and I told them some
of the stuff I knew about the house and plantation.
	"There's more stuff here than I or anybody else knows about," I said.
"Like I said before, we've only had this place since after the Civil War.
My great-great-great-grandfather bought it from a family that had lost
everything.  He was a Yankee, and he came down here from New England to make
a killing.  He only intended to stay a little while, but he fell in love
with a New Orleans girl, got married, and stayed.  The plantation goes back
to the 1750's, when this area was first settled.  The first house was built
right where this one is, but it must have burned down around 1790, or at
least that's what the archeologists say.  This house was built between 1790
and 1800."
	"Talk about roots," Chuck said.  "I was lucky to live in the same house for
two years in a row when I was growing up."
	"I haven't moved that much," Brett said, "but I was born in Rochester,
Minnesota, when my dad was a resident at the Mayo Clinic.  Then I lived in
Cleveland when he worked at the Cleveland Clinic.  Then we moved here when
he went to work at the Oschner Clinic.  I guess I'm a Midwesterner turned
Southerner.  Hell, I don't know."
	"Are there any documents?  You know, deeds, wills, diaries.  That kind of
thing," Chuck asked.
	"I've never seen them," I said.  "My grandfather gave all that kind of shit
to the Tulane University library.  They call it the Marshall Archieve.  I
think there are a few rooms devoted to them in that library.  One of these
days I want to go there and look at all that stuff.  Apparently guys
studying the South go there from all over to read it and study it."
	I knew the fire had to be ready.  Chuck made us a second drink, and we took
them, plus the steaks, outside to the grill.  I'm not that good a cook, but
I got their orders for medium, medium rare, well done--that kind of thing.
They all ended up medium rare, but that came later.
	Standing around the grill, I continued talking about the house.
	"We'll have to go up into the attics," I said.
	"Attics.  Like more than one?"  Chuck had picked up on that.
	"Yeah," I said.  "The house has a two-story attic, and all these other
buildings around here have attics, too.  They also have cellars.  Even the
barns and the stable have cellars and attics.  Like I said, you could spend
weeks and still not discover everything."
	When the steaks were done, we went back inside.  I poured the wine, and we
had us a good meal.  Everybody really liked the wine, or at least they said
they did, but we decided not to open the second bottle.  In fact, I
re-corked about half of the first bottle and put it in the refrigerator.  We
cleaned up the kitchen and went into the morning room for coffee and
cigarettes.
	"You know what I just thought of," Chuck said.  "I've got to go to work
tomorrow, and you assholes don't."
	"That's right," I said, "but remember, we're only kids."  Chuck found that
funnier than I thought it was.
	"You know what else I just thought of?  How am I going to get back to New
Orleans?  I assume you guys won't want to get up early to drive me there."
	"That's not a problem," I said.  "In fact, I've already thought of that.
You can take one of the trucks from here.  Would you mind doing that?"
	"Hell, no, as long as it gets me there."
	I called Bob and told him our dilemma.  He said that wasn't a problem and
he would get Vince to drive a truck up to the house when they came for the
party.  I didn't know they had been invited, but it made perfect sense.
	"So that's taken care of," I said.
	"I wish I had people working for me like you do," Chuck said, teasingly.
	"You do.  Me," I said.
	I put on some Christmas music, and we just kind of lounged around.  I still
had on my leather jacket and nothing else, but I wasn't cold and neither
Chuck nor Brett minded.  In a little while, all three of us were asleep.
	I woke up around nine, but the other two were still snoring.  I decided I
wanted to work out before the party.  I like to do that so my muscles are
pumped.  I knew I would get naked before the night was out, so I thought I
would make myself look my best.  I got up quietly and got blankets out of a
closet in the morning room to cover the other guys.  I also turned up the
heat a notch so they would be completely comfortable.  I went out to the
weight room in the pavillion, and I went through my routine.  I concentrated
on exercised that would pump me up but not tire me out.  I wanted plenty of
stamina for the party.
	I finished my routine around 10:15, and I took a shower and shaved.  I have
some stuff that body builders us for contests to make them shine without
being greasy.  I rubbed it all over the parts of my body I could reach,
including my cock and ball sack, and I spread some on a towel and used it on
my back.  I checked out my look in the mirror, and I liked what I saw.
	Just as I was about to go into the house, two cars drove up.  Philip and
Bob were in one of them, and Vince was in the other one, which was actually
the truck Bob had promised.  They had a couple of iced kegs of beer to bring
in, a bunch of food, and about six cases of hard booze.  I helped them
unload all this stuff, even though I was buck naked.  I had met Vince only
once before (Bob changes his boyfriends every three or four months) at my
parents' funeral,  and, of course, I had been fully clothed.  Vince kept
staring at my cock, and, every time I caught him, I just grinned.  He
started getting hard in his jeans, but I knew Bob wouldn't appreciate my
moving in on his boy.
	After I helped them get the stuff in, I gathered up the clothes and shoes I
had left by the pool, and I went inside to get dressed for the party.  I
woke up Chuck and Brett after I'd dressed, and they both went upstairs to my
room to get cleaned up and dressed.  I didn't wait for them in the house;
instead, I went outside to the pavillion and helped set up the party stuff.
There was a lot of food, and I sampled some of all of it, being careful to
make it look like the trays hadn't been messed with.
	Just about the time we finished, a car pulled up with four guys in it.
They were all in their early twenties, and they were going to be the
bartenders and waiters for the evening.  I hadn't realized this thing was
going to be so special.  Then it occurred to me they worked at the clubs,
and this was just part of their jobs for the evening.
	I called up to my bedroom and got Brett on the line.
	"What are you guys up to," I asked, knowing full well they had been
fucking.
	"Er, we're getting dressed," he said.  I could tell by his tone of voice he
and Chuck had been doing something.
	"You find everything okay," I asked.
	"Yeah, we're good.  We'll be down in a few minutes."
	I chuckled.  "Good.  See ya then."
	Just about the time Chuck and Brett came out to the pavillion, six or seven
cars drove up, including Matt's.  About thirty people came in.  One guy
announced he was the DJ, and he cranked up some music.  I didn't recognize
him, so he must have been a club employee.  I looked around and noticed Bob
and Vince had brought in a fully-decorated Christmas tree and a bunch of
other Christmas decorations.  When did they put those up, I wondered.  The
place looked good, really festive.
	I wasn't ready for a drink, but Chuck and Brett got themselves something.
The three of us mingled with the crowd.  I wandered over to Matt, who was
holding forth with two girls.  I pulled him aside and asked, "How many
people are going to be here tonight?"
	"I don't know," he said.  "Scott wanted to make this a really cool party,
though, so he hired three Grayhound buses to bring people up.  They hold
sixty people each.  I guess it'll be somewhere in the two fifth range."
	In the next thirty minutes, the buses pulled in and a few other cars drove
up.  By 12:30, the place was rocking with people.  I danced with three or
four girls who looked like they wanted to dance, and I mingled with the
crowd.  This was the typical exchange:
	"Hi, I'm Nick Marshall."
	"Hi, I'm X.  Are you any relation to Scott Marshall?"
	"Yeah, he's my brother."
	"Cool!"
	This wasn't a really deep crowd, I decided.
	I talked to Vince a little while and found out he grew up in "these parts"
and knew my buddy Sean.  He had done all sorts of things since he graduated
from high school five years before, but mostly he'd done construction work.
	I danced some more, and I started really getting hot.  The temperature had
actually risen since I was outside cooking the steaks earlier, and I noticed
that several guys had taken off their shirts.  I took off mine, too.  I was
eager to show off my buffness and my new tattoo.  People were out on the
patio, and six or eight people were in the pool, playing volleyball.  I went
outside to smoke and to cool off.  I sat down at a table, lit up a
cigarette, and settled back  Pretty soon a gorgeous woman came up and asked
if she could join me.  I said "sure," of course, and she asked for a
cigarette.  I gave her one.
	"Did you get something to eat," I asked.  I had heard my mom and dad start
conversations this way a hundred times at big parties.
	"Yes, I did," she said.  "Did you try one of those little round sandwiches?
  They're divine.  I don't know what they are, but I could have eaten the
whole tray."
	"Yeah," I said, "I got one (eight) earlier.  They're called muffalettos."
	We made small talk for a few minutes about the party and about the
holidays.  She had just moved to town and was living with her sister, who
was a regular at one of the clubs.  She was starting a new job right about a
week after the first of the year, and she was really happy to have a chance
to meet some people before she got into the work routine.  She asked me what
I did for a living, and I lied, saying I was a dancer at the clubs.
	She smiled at me when I said that and told me her sister had told her about
the clubs and about the private shows that go on in the back rooms.  I kind
of grinned when she said that, but I didn't say anything.  Then she asked me
if I liked giving private shows.  My cock answered for me, although she
didn't know it.  I said yes and that that's my favorite part of the job.
	Just then she took my hand and led me toward the house.  We went upstairs
to one of the bedrooms, and she locked the door.  Before I could figure out
what to do, she planted her lips on mine and shoved her tongue in my mouth.
I knew what to do then, and I kissed her with all the hormone power at my
disposal.  After a few seconds, I was really aroused.
	I led her over to the bed and sat her down gently.  Then I started
unbuttoning her blouse in the back.  I was a little nervous with this older
woman, so I had some trouble with the buttons, but in a few seconds I had
them all undone.  I took off her blouse and undid her bra.  Wow!  Her tits
were gorgeous, and she had the biggest, firmest nipples I had ever seen.  I
put my mouth to work on one of those puppies, and I think it really turned
her on.
	I wasn't wearing a shirt because I had taken it off earlier.  I sat down
beside her.  We kissed some more, and then she started sucking one of my
nipples.  That always turns me on big time, and pretty soon I was struggling
to get pants off, hers and mine.  She was wearing panties, of course, and I
put my face into her crotch through the nylon.  The heat from her pussy was
incredible, and I could smell the fabulous odor of her secretions.  I rubbed
her pussy with my face, loving every second with that juicy mound.  I slowly
slipped her panties down her body, and she lifted her ass a little to help
me get them off.  I wasn't wearing underwear, as usual, so now we were both
naked and ready.
	We stood up, and I pulled the comforter down from the bed.  Once in place,
we kissed and rubbed and caressed and sucked and tongued and generally
worked each other into a state of intense sexual arousal.  I got on top of
her and entered her pussy in one long, clean swipe.  She was so wet I could
barely feel the inside of her.  In a second we started fucking, and she
started contracting her vaginal muscles in a way that drove me crazy.
	We rolled onto our sides, still together, still fucking.  Then she was on
top of me, gently massaging my nipples.  I grabbed hold of her breasts, and
she rode me to ecstasy.  She came first, but she didn't stop fucking.  Then
I came, and still she rode me.  We kept it up, fucking and coming, for a
good forty-five minutes.  I could feel my cum dripping out of her and
running down my nut sack.  By the time we had finished, I had come four
times, and she must have come ten times.  I was tired, but the
spend-the-night party had just begun.
	While we were sitting up in bed smoking cigarettes, somebody knocked on our
door.  Then I heard a girl's voice say, "Liz, are you in there?  Open up."
Liz said that was her sister and asked me what she should do.  I told her I
didn't mind if she answered the door, so she got up and unlocked it.  When
she did, the sister, Pam, and one of the dancers at the clubs, Paulie,
pushed the door open and came in.  They were both naked.  Paulie's cock was
soft, but it glistened with fresh cum that somebody had only half-heartedly
wiped off.  Before anybody could say anything, Pam and Paulie were in bed
with us, and we were groping and kissing.  Paulie was interested in Liz, and
so I took over for him with Pam.
	Pam, it turned out, was interested in giving head.  She had my cock in her
mouth before I could get hard, and she sucked me into a raging erection in
no time.  I maneuvered around so we were in the sixty-nine position, and I
ate her out as she sucked me off.  In a little while she let go of my cock
and pulled Liz over toward her.  She got one of Liz's tits in her mouth and
started working it.  Paulie was slurping Liz's pussy, but in a second Pam
pushed him out of the way and took that spot for herself.
	Paulie didn't know where to go next.  The two sisters were in the middle of
us.  My head was at the foot-end of the bed, still working on Pam, and Liz
was facing toward the middle of the bed with her back to Paulie.  Paulie
raised up over Liz and saw my cock unattended.  Like the truly disinterested
stud he was, he crawled over the head portion of the bed and got me into his
mouth.  Paulie isn't gay, but this wasn't the first time Paulie had had a
dick down his throat.  Since Paulie was the only one with no direct
stimulation, I reached over and started jerking him off.
	We changed positions several times, and everybody sampled everyone else.
This went on for some time, and finally everybody came.
	While we were still enjoying the afterglow, three more people came into the
room--two guys and a girl--through the door we had forgotten to close all
the way.  We moved to the floor for this round, and we all went at it with
everyone else.  One of the new guys was my buddy Brett, and at one point he
did for me what the others guys were doing for one another--he fucked me up
my ass.

	After everybody in our group had come and come and come, we decided to take
a break and go down to the pavillion to see what was happening.  I started
to get dressed, but everybody who had come into the room after Liz and me
said to forget the clothes.  It was warm enough, so Liz and I did.
	In the pavillion music was blaring from the stereo, and there wasn't a
stitch of clothes on anyone.  We got drinks and decided to sit along the
side and watch the orgy.  I left my cigarettes upstairs, but there were open
packs everywhere, so I helped myself.  There were only about ten people on
the mats on the floor of the pavillion.  The guy next to me started getting
hard, and he grabbed my hand and put it around his cock.  He told me to jerk
him off, and I obliged.  This made me hard, too, so I got him to work on me.
	One of the girls on the floor saw what we were doing and came over to us.
She made us stand up and took both of our cocks into her hands.  She held
them together in both of her hands between us and told us to fuck each other
inside her hands.  We did.  The guy, whose name turned out to be Tony,
started fooling with my nipples.  He kept moaning, so I started moaning with
him, and I gave his nipples the same attention he gave mine.  In no time, it
seemed, he flooded me and the girl with cum.  I held off a while longer, and
then I let loose all I had left.  The girl rubbed our cum into her tits and
then told us to lick her clean.  Tony and I did as we were told.
	By now the action in the room was coming to an end.  Everybody was drenched
with cum, and they all looked exhausted.  We newcomers moved onto the floor
with the others and stretched out for a few minutes' rest.
	I don't know how long it was, but in a little while I heard my brother
Matt's voice saying he was organizing a party game.  I knew Matt better than
anybody there, and I knew this wouldn't be pin the tail on the donkey.
	Matt gave each of us a number and told us to write it on a slip of paper.
Then he gave us another slip of paper and told us to write some sex act that
we could do with another person.  It was going to be completely co-ed.  In
other words, two guys might get each other, or two girls, or a guy and a
girl.  This meant that we couldn't write something like "eat pussy."  We had
to write "oral sex."  I wrote "fuck ass" on mine, thinking that I didn't
want to suck some guy's cock while twenty people watched me.  As it turned
out, it didn't matter what you wrote.
	Matt collected all the slips of paper in two separate piles.  The idea was
you would draw somebody's number and then a slip that said what you would do
to that person.  Everybody had to do it in the middle of a ring while
everybody else watched.  Matt drew the first two numbers, and it turned out
to be two guys.  They also each drew "oral sex" from the second set of
slips, and they had to blow each other while everyone watched.  Both guys
were really well built, and each one had cocks worth noticing.  They were a
little shy at first, but everybody yelled encouragement.  Soon they were
sucking each other off like they had been born to it.  After they both came,
the next pair was a guy and a girl. They had to fuck for us, which they did
with real style.  By now I, like every other guy in the place, was raging
hard.
	The next number Matt picked was mine.  I got Liz as a partner, and our job
was to fuck, too.  Liz whispered that she wanted me up her ass, and I was
happy to oblige.  Her butt was tight, and I thought my cock would hurt her.
She took it like a champ, though, and she came at least three times before I
shot.  We crawled back to a spot in the circle next to one another, and she
suggested we go outside for a while.  I grabbed a soft pack of Marlboros and
a lighter from a table, and we went onto the patio to smoke.
	Liz told me she really liked the feel of my cock inside her, and she
complimented me on my technique.  I was a little embarrassed--I was only
eighteen, after all, even though I look as old as my brother Scott--but I
didn't say anything.  Liz scooted her chair closer to mine and took my cock
in her hand.  "Let's go back upstairs," she said.  "I want some more of this
dude."
	I didn't jump up right away as you might expect I would.  I wanted to go,
but having her hold my cock felt so good I didn't want to break away right
then.  I was already rock hard, and I thought maybe she'd toss me off right
there so I wouldn't have to walk through the house with a huge hard-on
leading the way.  She didn't, though.  She gently pulled me up by my dick,
and I followed her like a puppy follows a kid with dog biscuits.
	I took Liz to my bedroom and locked the door.  We got into bed and played
with each other and fucked and sucked until we both too tired to move.  We
woke up around eleven the next morning, and I fucked her twice before we
even got out of bed to pee.
	The room we had left our clothes in the night before was occupied and the
door was locked, so we  went down to the patio naked.  There were other
people down there sitting around talking, and we joined a couple at a table
and drank coffee and ate some pastries that had been put out.  I noticed
that the truck Chuck was supposed to drive back to New Orleans that morning
was gone, so I figured he had gotten off on schedule.  I couldn't find
Brett, either.  I called Chuck at his office, and he said Brett had
remembered he had a dentist appointment so he had gone in with Chuck.  I
told Chuck I was staying up at the Country Place again that night and that
I'd get up with him and Brett on Tuesday.
	Liz and Pam left around 1:30, but I did have time for one more fuck before
they left.  My brothers and I were staying at the Country Place over night,
and we finally got everybody out of the house and off the property by 4:00.
I had taken a shower to wash off the caked-on cum and other juices I had
acquired since the party started, but I didn't bother to put on any clothes,
and neither had Scott and Matt.  When everybody had gone, we made ourselves
some drinks, built a fire in the fireplace in the pavillion party room, and
sat on the floor in front of the fire to talk about the party.  When we were
starting on our third drink each, Matt jumped on me and started wrestling.
Scott just watched at first, but in a few minutes he joined the play.  In a
matter of a minute or two all three of us had hard-ons, and this was a
signal for us to get each other off.
	One of my favorite things to do is to fuck a girl in her pussy while a guy
gives it to me up my ass.  Well, there wasn't a girl around, so I turned
Matt on his back and pushed his legs back to let me get at his hole.  Scott
knew what to do, and he was soon plowing my ass.  I felt an incredible
closeness to my brothers just then, and we truly made love to one another.
We decided against showers when we finished because  we knew  we weren't
finished with one another.  In fact, we spent the rest of the night doing to
one another everythings three guys can do.  We slept on the floor in the
pavillion, and the next morning we showered together (yes, we fucked some
more and jerked each other off until the water started getting cold) before
we left to return to New Orleans.
	While we weren't fucking or horsing around, Scott, Matt, and I discussed
Christmas.  None of us was really in the mood for the traditional Christmas
things our family had always done, but we weren't really willing to just
drop everything, either.  I wanted us to have a Christmas tree, and I said I
was willing to take care of it.  We also talked about the traditional
Christmas Eve gathering at our house.  It was more like an open house than a
regular cocktail party, and several hundred friends came and went all
evening.  Dad still had a secretary at the law firm, so we decided to have
her call the people on the guest list and let them know it was still on.
Fortunately, my mother had been super-organized, so she had things like
guest lists for various functions in her desk.

	The first thing I did when I got to New Orleans was to go by Chuck's
office.  The place was a madhouse of people trying to get last-minute
presents in the mail.  Chuck didn't have much time to talk, but he told me
Brett was at his house.  I asked Chuck to come over to my house after work
to help decorate our Christmas tree, and he said he'd be there as soon as he
could get away.  I went to Chuck's apartment when I left his office, and
Brett was watching TV.  He and I went out and bought a huge Christmas tree
for our house, and we took it home and set it up in the den.  We put the
lights on it to get that part taken care of, and then we went to the florist
my mother had used for years and years to see what they could do about other
decorations.
	The two florist guys were Joe and Frank.  They dropped everything they were
doing when they found out who I was.  They took us into their office and
gave us cups of coffee.  I explained that I knew this was very short notice,
but we had decided to decorate for Christmas only the night before.  Joe,
the more masculine of the two, said, "Nick, don't say another word.  Frank
and I have prayed for you and your brothers and your parents.  We figured
you wouldn't be in the mood for much Christmas, but we've already worked up
three or four little things to take by your house.  Your mother was our best
customer and a dear friend.  We don't mind it that you boys have waited
until now.  We're just thrilled that you're going to have something to make
that magnificent house of yours a little more festive."
	Joe and Frank were both smoking, so I lit up, too.  "We're going to have
our usual Christmas Eve gathering, and I hope you guys will be able to
come," I said.
	"We will," Frank said.  "Joe and I have always looked upon that
'gathering,' as you call it, as a regular Christmas tradition.  We see so
many of our friends there.  We'll be there, and the house will look great.
Count on us."
	We chit-chatted for a little longer, and then Joe and Frank said they had
to get to work if the Marshall house was going to look as good as usual.  I
didn't find out what that meant until I got home the next day to find the
place decorated magnificently.
	Brett and I went back to my house and fooled around for a while.  We shot
baskets and played computer games and watched a little MTV.  We went up to
my room around four.  One thing led to another, and Brett and I were in bed,
naked, by 4:15.  Brett sucked me off, and I jerked him off.  Nothing fancy,
but it was fun.  Then we went to sleep.  I woke up around 6:30 when I heard
somebody buzzing at the gate.  Ina Mae always left at 5:30, so I had to
answer it myself.  I called down through the intercom, and it was Chuck.  I
buzzed him in, and woke Brett up.  We both got dressed quickly and went
downstairs to greet Chuck.
	Ina Mae had cooked a really nice pot roast, rice and gravy, and carrots and
fresh peas.  All that stuff was in the oven, and she had left instructions
for me to heat it for forty-five minutes at 400 degrees in the oven.  I
turned on the oven and poured us drinks.  Chuck was tired, but his martini
perked him up.  After we ate, we started in on the tree.  It took about an
hour and a half to get ornaments on it, and then we settled down to look at
it.  It was a great tree, and made the house look and smell like Christmas.
A good many of the ornaments were heirlooms that went back three or four
generations in my family.  Others were souveniers my parents had collected
on trips.  The tree was very big, but it was full by the time we finished.
We arranged presents under the tree, interspersed with nutcrackers my mother
had collected through the years.
	We had a couple more drinks while we were decorating the tree and a few
after we were finished.  Chuck was falling asleep in his chair, and Brett
and I were ready for bed, too.  Chuck left around eleven, and Brett and I
turned out the lights and went to bed.  His stuff was in the guest room next
to mine, but he slept with me.  We snuggled close under the covers, but we
were both asleep in ten minutes.