Date: Thu, 25 Dec 2008 21:44:47 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: DeCeMBer LuLLaBy 03

The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any
resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely
coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons,
in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, which the story is
staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you,
then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18
years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this
story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. % Sexual safety
matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.

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DeCeMBer LuLLaBy 03
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Is... Denny..."

"Sleeping?" Jean-Claude replies, as Kevin watches and listens to Denny's
snoring, his eyes closed.

Giggling, Kevin asks, "Does Denny always sleep with his hands... you know?"

"He's no different at twenty-six than when he was in college!"

"Um, how do you mean that Jean-Claude?"

Denny was missing the best part of the evening. Unlike Denny, Jean-Claude
was into one guy at a time. But in the last year of college, "I don't
believe I never knew this until our senior year. Up until then Denny was a
good friend, but when in our senior year we were roommates, I got a glimpse
of the gay lifestyle I never dreamed existed. Denny was into some pret-ty
kinky stuff!"

Right into his mind, the shower scene an hour ago crawled, Kevin almost
feeling the body gel sinking down his chest. He didn't dare bring it up,
not knowing if Jean-Claude was for or against something kinky now and
then. Other than what he thought up on his own, Kevin had no idea. His
curiousity tearing at him, he asks, "Like what?"

"Three guys... four guys.... five or more going at it, licking each other,
sucking, fucking, trading off partners."

"Right in front of you?" Kevin asks, feeling something between his legs
driving him on to know more. "Did you like join in?"

"Let's back up. I knew Denny was having a couple of guys over to our dorm
room, but I thought it would amount to drinking a couple of beers, maybe
playing some poker, but after the first two guys came in, immediately
stripping, then two more showing up, I knew this was more than a strip
poker party!"

Treading on thin waters, Kevin asks, "Did you like... join in then?"

"Inviting what it was," Jean-Claude replied.

Both sat there with their butts against the pillows. By moving around so
much, the towel around Kevin's torso had unraveled somewhat, to the point
it wasn't covering anything but one knee.

"But it didn't turn me on to see one guy fucking another guy as the other
guy was sucking another guy's cock and then another gnawing at a guy's
balls while the guy he was ball-sucking tongue-fucked another guy's ass..."

"Gross out!" Kevin said, same face as with Denny licking the cum up off the
rug.

"Isn't it?" Jean-Claude replied. It drew to his mind how he didn't mind at
all, Denny eating out his ass, but cringed whenever he thought of himself
doing Denny, which never transpired.

"That's way too kinky for me." But not wasting anytime, and Jean-Claude
knew this as well, Kevin's loins sensing something erotic over their chat
about a herd of guys getting it on with each other, Kevin asks, "So that's
it?"

"Mostly."

"And you sat there and watched?" Kevin put it to him.

"Yes and no."

"You got kinky?"

Jean-Claude laughed at the way Kevin presented it, the face and all part of
the whole makeup. "While one of the guys, Jacque had one guy on his cock,
another moving in to tongue his balls, a guy on either side of him eating
his nips..."

"Like... eating eat?" Kevin finally registered with all the `eating of a
guy's bod'.

"Cupping his lips together like this," Jean-Claude holds his lips tightly
closed, "and pulling at Jacque's nips. Drove him wild." Then he reckons,
"But at this point nothing wasn't driving Jacque wild."

"Then you joined in?"

Before he responded, Jean-Claude glanced at Kevin's lap. Nonchalantly,
Kevin's hand lay on his thigh, his hand almost touching his hand almost
touching his privates. If Kevin had the towel covering him it wouldn't be
as obvious he was getting turned on by all this sex-chat. "Nope. It's like
the mountain came to Mohammed."

"Huh?"

Skipping over the philosophical overtones, Jean-Claude spelled it out in
black and white, "He spotted me staring. I truly don't believe Jacque knew
I was in the room with these other five... or was it six... noooo, seven I
think... doesn't matter. I was in my bed, second bunk and his eyes suddenly
darted towards me and we locked eyes. I can't believe this six foot-one
muscle hunk was shooing away four other hotties to..."

"He was coming for you?" Kevin said out of anxiousness.

"Made a beeline for my bunk as if a moth to a flame. Funny thing is,"
Jean-Claude laughs, "I really wanted him too, but I wasn't really into
doing all those things the guys were pampering him with."

"Oh so you're a `top' guy?" Kevin asks inquisitely in a way which showed he
hasn't had much of a gay experience with wording.

"More or less." He didn't go into how Denny and him had a more versatile
relationship, born out of the two getting drunk out of their skulls and
resorting to doing a few risque things they never regretted.

"So," Kevin ventured to say, "if I'm a top guy and you're a top guy then it
would be dumb for us, if we were interested in each other, to even bother
having sex?"

There was a lull in the conversation, Jean-Claude asking himself, `Is Kevin
playing up to me'? Strange thing, Jean-Claude liked the idea and decided to
provide some followup for luring. "I wouldn't say that. I mean a sexual
experience between sexual partners varies."

"Oh so if it's known I'm a top guy and you knew it and you and I
started... um something... it wouldn't be any good to... whatever," Kevin
said with sketchy thoughts, hoping Jean-Claude was reading way past his
thoughts.

"Anything's possible," and Jean-Claude knew what Kevin was alluding to, so
put it in better perspective, "I don't think we should jump to conclusions,
Kevin and...."

"Sure. No problem," Kevin seemed to read Jean-Claude's thoughs
correctly. "Hey, it's past midnight," he said, getting up from the
bed. Scooping up the briefs, socks, shirts, the two long sleeve ones and a
pair of jeans from the closet, Kevin bid him, "I'll see you in the morning
okay? Maybe you can give me a lift to the bus station."

"Right," Jean-Claude said, hopping out of bed. "Least I can do," he said as
Kevin left. "Goodnight!" He yelled down the hallway, watching Kevin's
bubblebutt disappear into the guestroom. Turning back inside, he closed the
door, then opened it, leaving it ajar. Walking past the chair he bent over
and slapped Denny on the chest. "C'mon bed time."

"With Kevin? Oh. Where'd he go?"

"To bed and get your butt in there. We've got a big day tomorrow."

"Oh do we have to go to church?"

"You sound like a little kid," Jean-Claude scolded him after hogging the
sheet he had wrapped around his privates.

"Smells a little funky," Denny said of his pillow.

"It'll turn you on," Jean-Claude tells, "to know Kevin's butt was sitting
up against it. Sweet dreams!"

"Mmmmm," Denny replied.

With the lights out, Denny's snoring returned. However, for Jean-Claude it
was a mostly sleepless night, thoughts flip-flopping in his mind of his
chat with Kevin. He kept on thinking of Kevin's statement about being a top
and seemingly a hold on that position, not leaving any room for another top
in their relationship. He then, in the dark, felt his face contorting into
a look of exclamation. Replaying his words, he said in a whisper,
"Relationship? Where did that come from?" Sometime in the wee hours of the
morning Jean-Claude's eyes did find relaxation enough to fall into a deep
sleep.

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As for Kevin, he was exhausted, his eyes closing as soon as his head hit
the pillow. His room, the window on the east side of the condo building,
five flights up, the top floor, he hadn't heard a thing, but the first rays
of sun entering his window, shone over his sheetless bod. Stretching with
his arms over his head he gazed out the curtainless pane, seeing the first
hint of blue skies over the Jersey coast. When he broke out of his big
stretch, his left hand fell onto his pubes. "What tha?" he exclaimed, doing
a crunch, one arm holding his bod up. For a few seconds he played with the
dry cum intermingling with his wiry pubes. But he didn't respond with when,
but the `why' he apparently shot his load after returning to his room. He
smiled remembering Jean-Claude, scanning his bod, then his hand firming up
his cock as he imagined having a wild, kissing affair, resulting in him
lying there in Jean-Claude's bed, Jean-Claude licking him all
 over. When he was done thinking about it, he found his left hand around
his cock, ready for a morning jerkoff. With his thoughts collected, he
loosened his grip, saying, "Nah!" to his thoughts about ever hooking up
with Jean-Claude. Instead, he returned to the shower and like last night,
squeezed the last drips of body gel onto his chest. Unlike last night
though, as he spread it over his dry chest and stomach, with his eyes
closed it wasn't only the skin contact which made his free hand full!

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"Rise and shine J-C!" Denny called out, doing the usual if it occasioned he
the first to awake, slapping Jean-Claude on the stomach with his hand.
Much to Denny's delight, the clock read nine-thirty. "What a shame," he
grinned, knowing it was too late to shower, dress and eat to get to church
on time! Turning on his side, he half lay on Jean-Claude's. He gently slaps
the side of Jean-Claude's face, waking him, "C'mon loverboy. Time to jump
in the shower!" But Denny was too impatient, wanting to get ther dried cum,
stinking sweat and any other odors off his bod.

Slowly coming to life, Jean-Claude, out of habit, rubbed his chest with two
hands, clear down to his pubes. As with Denny, he thought about the pasty
cum, dried, and clinging to his pubes. Not only that, but his treasure
trail, some still wet in his bellyhole and some dried scum on his hairy
chest. He joked with himself, "Where `didn't' I get hit last night!"
Hearing the shower running he figured he'd wait his turn. Almost every
Sunday morning the two would shower separately. The times together in the
shower would be a result of Jean-Claude hustling Denny to get ready for
church. He looked to the clock on the night stand and thought if they
hurried, they `could' make it, but with other things on his mind... really
only one item kept running through his head, Kevin. Lying back he folded
his hands across his stomach, looked to the ceiling and then closed his
eyes, replaying last night. Fast forwarding, from somewhere between last
night and
 this morning, he recalls the word `loverboy'. He wonders out loud, "Where
did that come from?"

"Where'd what come from?" Denny asks, a towel draping over his shoulders,
one end used to dry his short haircut.

"Nothing," Jean-Claude answers.

"I'd avise you to get in the shower while I crack a window. Whew! This
place smells like our old dorm room!"

"Yeah," Jean-Claude replies, getting out of bed and heading for the jon.

Five minutes later, Denny was heralding a farewell and a `call you later',
through the doorway, to the tune of the falling water in the shower
stall. Most of the time he got a reply. This time would be one of the ones
he wouldn't.

In deep thought, Jean-Claude slowly soaped himself up and just as slowly
worked the fresh water over his bod to clean it off.

"Excuse me. Jean-Claude?"

"What's up?" He addressed Kevin, sticking his head out of the shower door.

"You look different all wet."

"You're looking good," Jean-Claude compliments Kevin, all decked out in
what he could see of `his' clothes, long sleeve shirt hanging out of the
jeans, cavassing one of the lent white tee shirts.

"Thanks. Only thing missing are the feet!" With his hands stuck in the
front pockets of the 501's, Kevin rocks back and forth, toe to heel,
highlighting his sock-feet.

After looking too, Jean-Claude says in a flirting fashion, "I `love' what
you've done to your face!"

"Like it? Felt like I haven't shave for... well it's been about a year
since I've used a razor. Kept it from getting too long by using my
penknife, but I kind of liked leaving a little of it on," Kevin rubbed his
fingers over the bottom half of a full goatee, the top part zipped off.

"You look good in it, Kev. Makes you look distinguished."

"Kev, huh? I haven't been called that since high school. Other than fagboy
and..."

His attitude taking a nosedive, Jean-Claude, in towel-wrapped garment,
walks over and picks up the sadsack's chin. "I thought we had this out last
night."

Kevin didn't say a thing, only bowed his head, unable to put the ridicule
away when the rumor he was gay spread throughout the town like wildfire.

"Kevin, are you listening to me?"

Slowly keeping his head upright, the two stare. "I'm listening."

"You've got to put that life aside. You yourself said you were interested
in getting a new jumpstart on life."

"I know."

"So you have to forget the old and start making some new memories."

"You're right. Sorry."

"Don't be. Now how about we get some breakfast?"

"Do we have time?" Then Kevin realizes, "I don't even know how the buses
are running. Do you?"

"Haven't a clue, but what would you say to me driving you into the city?"

"For real? Cool! I mean, if it's not any trouble."

As Jean-Claude readied himself, applying the shaving cream, then stopping
before razoring off, thinking of Kevin's face design, recreated it on his
face. My shorter than Kevin's facial hair, he was happy with the outline,
the days would do the rest, filling it in. "Not bad!" he cheered himself
on, examing his new short-short goatee in the mirror at all angles. Walking
out of the jon, something was in the air, filling his nostrils. "Hmm," he
thought wondering `who' was cooking up something to the aroma of coffee and
toast? It made him hustle to get ready, hopping into his A&F's, matching
501's to Kevin's borrowed ones, but pockets a little different, donning a
tee shirt and then a buttoned down shirt, first buttoning it, then changing
his mind to wear it like Kevin did. But not wanting to copycat too much he
stripped down and redid his wardrobe with a tan tee shirt with a little
moose on the left chest and a matching casual shirt.
 When he went for the footwear he thought of Kevin. The rest of the clothes
fit, so he hoped the Nike sneakers would. "Cooking in your bare feet, Kev?
How uncouth!"

"What was that?" Kevin asks, not understanding the latter half.

Overriding Kevin's ignorance, Jean-Claude says, "I hope these sneakers fit
okay."

"Nikes? You kidding? I'll `make' them `fit'!"

While Kevin tried on the sneakers, Jean-Claude examined the pans on the
stove. "Hey! This smells good!"

"Tastes even better!" Kevin said, getting up to walk around. "Not bad. A
little loose, but feels tons better than those shoes I had on."

Not saying anything Kevin didn't know, "They had holes in them."

"Right. They lasted a lot of miles before the road broke through to the
soles of my feet. But these... feels like butter!"

"Speaking of butter, where did these little gems come from?" Jean-Claude
asks, holding a biscuit up.

"I whipped them up real quick. No big deal," Kevin remained humble.

"Aren't you quite the busy bee in the kitchen this morning."

Then Kevin tells another tidbit about himself, "I did a lot of cooking at
home after my mom ran away."

"From the description of your father, last night, I wonder why?"

But it was a real downer for Kevin, then Jean-Claude when he uttered sadly,
"But I can't understand why she left `me'!"

"I'm sorry," Jean-Claude said. This time he just couldn't make Kevin's
sorrow go away with words. A natural act, Jean-Claude scooped the nineteen
year old up in his arms and hugged him tightly.

They stood there for awhile, Jean-Claude at first wanting to break off, but
being forced to stay glued to Kevin's chest, in the bondage of Kevin's
arms. Time passed and Jean-Claude knew it was only a matter of minutes
before they would be in his Mustang, headed for the city.

"I hate to rush this Kev, but I've got to make some phone calls before we
leave."

"Yeah," Kevin said.

Jean-Claude smiled, seeing the mist in Kevin's eyes. He didn't show it, but
felt like getting misty himself.

"I better get the breakfast off the stove before it's over done."

"You okay?"

"Yeah," Kevin responded with a sniff. Left alone Kevin was feeling sorry
about up and leaving. He wished he hadn't been so gung-ho about striking
out on his own, making his own mark in the history of his new life. As he
dished out two plates of eggs and bacon, poured two cups of java and
buttered two piece of toast, it felt exhilarating fixing something not only
for himself, but sharing what he made with a really nice, nice guy. Halfway
between buttering he stopped to reflect, a sick feeling coming over him,
his stomach burning because he missed his chance to connect with a man who
really cared about him.

"All set!" Jean-Claude exclaimed, coming into the room, brushing both hands
together as if wiping them free of crumbs. "What'd'we have here?
Mmmmm... smells good." Then he said it, "I think I'm going to have to hire
me a cook after you're gone!"

He didn't think anything of it, but Kevin did.

"Oh, the milk," Jean-Claude had last thoughts to the finishing touches on
the breakfast.

"I'll get it. Do you take sugar?"

"Nada."

As Kevin joined Jean-Claude, he even had stronger thoughts about what he's
read, talked with others along the road to the east, about gay
relationships. Like others who have wanted and never found, Kevin wished
this could be it. But on the other hand he wasn't sure it was what
Jean-Claude wanted. Plus, he couldn't live off of Jean-Claude. He was too
proud for that. Back home he had his own job... until the boss found a
reason to fire him, naming a bogus infraction when really he could be
accused of gay bigotry. No, he was determined to get out in the world and
make his own way.

"Why so quiet?"

"I'm hungry," Kevin replied.

"Oh really. How's the piece bacon you've eaten while I've polished off the
whole plate?"

"You're a fast eater. You should slowdown, J-C."

"J-C?" Jean-Claude questioned Denny's usuage.

"Did I say that?"

"You mo'certainly did!"

"Sorry."

"I don't mind. I kind of like Denny's shortening on my name. The
`Jean-Claude' I'll save for my business associates and allow my friends to
call me by my nickname."

He didn't leave it plain, but was curious, "Have you got a lot of gay
friends, J-C?"

Both looked at each other.

Kevin reiterated, "It `does' sound better using J-C."

"I like it to," then he caught it too late, saying, "especially the way you
say it!"

"Thanks, but you're way too corny with that one, `J-C'!"

They were getting along well. With the breakfast hour gone, the table
cleared to the dishwasher, the two got themselves together.

"Ready?"

"Yes and no," Kevin responded.

"Oh? How's that go?"

"I'm ready to leave, but I feel like I'm leaving something behind."

Jean-Claude thought he was reading both of their feelings correctly and
says, "You don't have to go Kev?"

"Yeah. I `have' to go. But can I come back every now and then?"

"Whenever you want, but plan on staying overnight?"

Then Kevin goes farther than expected, "In your bed?"

Answering, the urge to kiss sparked their actions, Jean-Claude initiating
it, Kevin receiving it with open arms.

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Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee

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