Date: Tue, 19 Dec 2000 08:41:56 -0600
From: B. A. Ratzlaff <curator@babykake-usa.com>
Subject: Adult Friends, Independence Day. Chapter 12

Chapter 12

October 31st; Tom and Paul were able to purchase a "Painted Lady" just seven
blocks from Ike and Bill's house. With the impending Halloween party this
eve, the old Victorian is decked out in a mass of cob webs, multi colored
lights, and a large stash of dry ice in the large freezer to position in key
parts of the house to create fog as the partiers converge on the mayhem of
the evening. Tom stands in the large bay window thinking of Bill and Ike.
Two weeks earlier, against Ike's doctors orders, Bill and Ike went on a
Mediterranean Cruise for a month. Ike called a few days ago from Greece, and
heading to Jerusalem and then on to Egypt for an extended one week tour. Tom
thinks back to the days of his own trick or treating, the many Halloween
costumes his mom and he had made up, the most favorite one that he can
remember was that of an Pirate when he was 15. Reminiscing about the party
then and his Swashbucklers outfit, the revelry, the camaraderie, the total
fun of youth. Now, With Paul and himself coming up on their fourth month
Anniversary, all preliminary paperwork has been done to adopt Doreen's baby,
the new house to acomindate a baby, and the way his life has changed, is all
but overwhelming in such a short time frame. Tom reaches over to start
hanging the cobwebs over the bay window frame and shuts the tattered old
curtains that they ripped for the party. Inside the the window area, is a
pedestal that holds a plastic skull colored and enhanced with the talent of
a local artist who made it look so real that it actually cause one person to
scream when she saw it, for inside the skull, the artist had positioned two
red LED's in the eye sockets to create the effect of evil inhabitance of the
skull. The skull was placed on a motorized turntable that the skull would
rotate slowly so all could see the effect of the eye's. Paul stands back to
admire his work, the cobwebs, the torn and tattered curtains, and the
rotating skull will give all who come to the house that eve a sign of a
major party is underway. Everywhere Tom looks in the old painted Lady there
are cobwebs and Halloween pariphinalia to accentuate the theme. A coffin is
used to be a dinning room table with a pane of glass over it, two buckets of
water are sitting under the coffin for the fog effect, and red lights are
pointed over the set-up form above. Paul takes a satisfying sigh of
completion as the door bell rings. Tom goes to answer as Paul is still
standing in the bay window finishing up with little touches hear and there.
"TRICK OR TREAT!!!" Tom stands in the doorway as they start handing out
candy for the kids of the neighborhood. As he closes the door a familiar
voice rings out from just outside the door.

"Trick or treat boss!" As Tom reopens the door he see's his secretary.
"Nancy! Happy Halloween my dear, please come on in!" Tom gives Nancy a hug
as she enters the hallowed halls of mayhem.

"WOW!" Nancy exclaims, "this place is awesome! You guys really did it up
right!" Nancy proclaims as she looks around then with a gasping shriek, she
see's the skull in the window.

Tom giggles as he realizes what she just saw. "Yea, I think we captured the
mood, don't you?"

"And how." Nancy says as they walk around the living room.

"So. what brings you over here so early?" Tom asks as Paul comes out of the
bay window and greets Nancy.

"This came for you today at the office," Nancy says, "I thought it might be
important so I brought it over to you."

Tom starts to open the envelope, looks at the paperwork in wonderment. "Do
you know anything about this hun?" As Tom glances over to Paul who is coming
up on his side to see the papers that Tom is holding.

"Power of Attorney papers for Ike and Bill?" Paul states confused. "I don't
know anything about this, you don't either? They didn't say anything about
it when they called today, maybe they forgot?"

Tom looks at his lover with a quizzical look. "Maybe, but I'm gonna check it
out any ways. Tom goes to the phone and calls the Lawyer that drew up the
paperwork.

"So Nancy..." Paul starts up, "ya coming tonight?"

Nancy looks over to Paul and looks around the house. "The way this place
looks, I wouldn't piss this party off for all the blood in the world!" Nancy
smiles at Paul. "So, what are you wearing tonight?"

"It's a secret!" Paul grins as he shrugs his shoulders like a little boy.
"What are you wearing?"

"O.K., thank you ma'am." Tom says in the background as he hangs up the
phone.

Nancy says real quickly and quietly so Tom doesn't hear. "You'll see, not
much different than my usual attire, but then again, very different."

"So..." Tom reopens the conversation, "what have you two been talking
about?"

Both look at Tom and in harmony state, "It's a secret!" then they giggle.

"So," Paul asks, "what's with the paperwork?"

"Apparently," Tom starts, "Ike and Bill had these papers drawn up while in
Greece, and had the lawyer there fax them here to be delivered to us in case
there is anything that needs to be dealt with while they are gone and there
lawyer needs to contact us for our approval." Tom puts the papers back in
the envelope and puts them in the secretary behind the Electric Chair.
Seated in the chair is a wax dummy that looks like he was electrocuted and
left to rot in the chair. Tom walks around the chair and pats the dummies
shoulder and says, "Hi Norman" and goes over to the bar. "Anyone want a
drink?" Tom asks as he pours himself a Vodka on the Rocks.

"Oh, not me, I've got to get back to work," Nancy reluctantly turns down the
offer, "but I'll take a rain check on that drink for when I get here
tonight, ok?"

"Sure, that's fine hun," Tom says as he looks at Paul holding up his glass
as if asking again if he wanted a drink.

"Do you think you should be drinking in your condition?" Paul asks of his
lover who has just downed his drink.

"Bitch!" Tom retorts.

"Condition," Nancy quizzically asks while turning to look at each of the
men, "what condition is that?"

"Oh, don't worry about it hun," Tom tries to put his secretary to ease, just
a bit of expected father humor, I'll get him back though, he has the two
O'clock feeding, along with the four O'clock and the six." Tom looks at Paul
and grins the grin of "Gotcha!"

"O.K.," as Nancy takes a deep breath, "I ain't gonna touch that one, see ya
all tonight then." As Nancy turns to leave Paul walks her to the door. Paul
and Nancy exchange quick little winks and Paul closes the door.

Paul comes back to the bar and fixes himself a drink. Tom looks at his
lover, indignant and pissed at the comment that he had made about having a
drink in "his condition". Tom walks away from his lover as his lover tries
to give him a kiss. Paul is left standing there wondering what that is all
about. Tom is standing by the coffin fiddling with the array of accessories
strewn out for the party.

Paul walks over to Tom and hugs him from behind. "What did I say to piss you
off?"

Tom stops. Looks up from the table, and grunts as he shrugs off Paul's
embrace. "My condition!" As Tom heads up the service stairs and slams the
door to the office closed.

Paul is left standing there with a severe sick feeling in his stomach,
knowing he caused a great deal of hurt to his lover and best friend. He
shuffles around the house, trying to think of what he can do to rectify the
situation. Suddenly, he stops! grabs his coat and heads to the door. "Hey
Tom, there's something we forgot for the party, I'll be back in an hour or
so!" As he closes the door Tom comes out of the office.

"What did you say?" Tom calls out with no reply.



* * * * * * * *


The mayhem of the nights festivities were getting heavy in Fishermans Wharf,
many revelers were out in costume, the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence were
throwing little packets of condoms and people were scrounging to grab one or
two as a memento, or as Paul was thinking, maybe even to use them. He hoped
the later. Finally after pushing thru the crowd, he came up on the shop that
he was looking for.

"May I help you?" Asked the sales lady behind the stand.

"Yes, I need 12 dozen of these." As Paul pointed to a large floral cluster.

"Oh Sir," the sales lady said, "we don't have 12 dozen, maybe 6 and that is
pushing it with the holiday today."

Paul frowned and sighed, "O.k., do you have a box big enough to hold all 6
dozen?"

The sales lady roused around behind her and pulled out a large box that had
been flattened by taking it apart on the base flaps, turned and said. "Is
this big enough?"

Paul claps his hands together and exclaims, "Perfect!" He holds the box as
the lady starts to load it.
Paul pays for the bundle and heads back to grab the streetcar to get back
home. As he is walking one of the Sisters calls out in his rough voice.
"Nice box DUDE! Wanna party with me tonight?!!!" Paul smiles as he heads up
the street. As he walks, he keeps kicking himself for the comment that he
made and knows that this little present wouldn't make up for it, but hoped
that in some way it might help heal the wounds he caused that ran so deep.
Getting on the Streetcar, the conductor said that he couldn't carry the box
with him be cause the car was so crowded right now, so Paul hung out the
side of the car as it was going up and down the street with this large box
hanging from the rope that was made to look like a large square lunch box he
used when he was in grade school. Finally, the car came with in stopping
distance of their house on Steiner, and he got off. Walking up the steps he
saw Tom looking out the window seat a face of relief and quizzical look of
curiosity as to what was in the box.

Tom held the door open as Paul came up the steps.
"Oh God I'm glad your back!" Tom's starts sniffling, "I am so sorry for the
way I acted earlier..."

Paul interrupts, "Open the Box."
"I really didn't mean to hurt you I know you meant it as a joke..." Tom
continues.

"Open the Box!" Paul says again a bit anxiously for Tom to see the contents.

"I promise that I won't act so silly about that again..." Tom continues as
Paul brings his fingers up to Tom's mouth in a "shush" motion.

"Open the Damned Box before I shove it up your wonderful ass!" Paul exclaims

Tom stops, a smirk crosses his face as he kneels down and starts opening the
box. "Oh my GOD!" Tom cries out, for inside the box were non other than 6
dozen Black Roses!

Paul starts, "I thought about getting Red, but that just didn't seem
appropriate for the way the house looked, so... Black seemed better." Paul
takes Tom's hand and pulls him to his up to meet his face. "I swear to you,
that I will never hurt you like I did earlier today," Tom feels a tear
rolling down his cheek, "and just because the Roses aren't Red, doesn't mean
that I don't love you any less." Paul pulls Tom to him and they kiss. A Kiss
that pulls their passion for each other out. Each of them start to undress
each other right in the foyer of the house, not realizing that anyone coming
to the door can see in. Tom starts to push Paul to the Floor and they are
cuddling and fondling each other. Paul sits up on Tom's chest as he starts
washing Tom's genitals off with his mouth. Tom takes the invite and starts
to rim his lovers hole. Both men are in full heat of the moment as Paul
switches around and mounts Tom's Blood engorged member. Slowly he rises and
lowers himself on his lovers tool, causing great spasms of ecstasy in both
men. Tom starts tensing up, and with a loud cry he fills his lovers shoot
with a large Orgasm. Paul can't take it either, He shoots volley after
volley of his own seed out across his lovers head and onto the tile floor.
Shot after shot flow from Paul as some land on Tom's face, chest abdomen,
and finally a puddle is formed in his bellybutton. Both men are in full
passion and kiss as a loud roar of clapping and catcalls come from right
outside the front door. Paul and Tom are startled by the ovation and look to
see about half of the 20 people invited to the party had arrived just too
early for either one of them to realize they had an audience. Amidst the cat
calls and the cheers of the crowd, both Tom and Paul start laughing, with
foreheads touching they kiss, and mouth "I love you!" to each other. The
clapping goes on, as do calls for an encore!




* * * * * * * *



With the party in full swing, the house if absolutely fantastic with the dry
ice fog floating around the floor, every once in a while, one of the guests
that dressed up as a zombie will hide in the fog and surprise some other
hunky guest by sitting up while they are either sitting or walking around.
Tom and Paul are standing by the Coffin Table drinking blood red colored
wine in there gothic style Crystal Glasses, little bonnets on there heads,
and adult diapers for clothing. Tom started looking around for something on
the table and one of the guests asked what he was looking for? Another guest
called out "I know, he needs his pacifier!" And with that, pulls out of his
Zoot Suite Coat, this larger than average Dildo and hands it to Tom with the
roars of laughter around the room. Tom and Paul stand by the table, hand in
hand, kiss each other, as the few that were blessed with the special treat
that they witness when they arrived started to call out "Encore! ENCORE!!!"
Paul and Tom just giggled as they toasted one and all, then each other and
drank. Anita and Dor were across the room, Anita was furious at the costumes
that Tom and Paul had chosen, Dor was quite amused and thought it very
apripo for being expected parents, and tried her best to calm down Anita.

They guests are reveling in the atmosphere that created such a great party,
some stood around the haunted skull as it turned around on it's pedestal,
others were looking at the skeleton in the electric chair as faint little
bursts of light came from behind the rivet joints in the head band, wrist
restraints, feet restraints, and even in the skull itself had lights in it
so look like it was still being slightly electrocuted after all these years.
The cobwebs all over the house we so effective that one partier commented
that at least they had the chance after Halloween to clean the house beings
it was such a mess when they moved in. Paul and Tom just looked over at each
other, smiled, and thought of all the hard work that went into decorating
and dirtying up the house for the party, knowing that in less than a month,
there was going to be a Thanksgiving feast at the house, and it will not
even look like the same house.

At the stoke of Midnight, the specialty cuckoo clock they had made pops out
the raven's head and screams "Never More, it's 12 O'clock midnight, time to
fuck the night away!" with that, the stereo system comes on and plays
"Monster Mash". At this cue, the partiers start dancing, some even take it
as an invite and start to strip, as Paul quickly tells the few to "not to
let it all hang out" and the night goes on and the partying continues well
into the wee hours of the morning.



* * * * * * * *

The Morning After



Tom pulls his eyelids open with his fingers looking for any sign of Paul,
his side of the bed is cold, what fucking time did he get up any ways, he
wonders to himself. Looking over to the alarm Clock he spots a note that was
addressed to him, from Paul,

Good morning sleepy head!!!
I tried to wake you when Nancy called about ten this morning, had to rush
over to the Office to clear up a massive mess. Will be home to help with our
own massive mess downstairs. All my love,


Paul



"Massive mess? Oh my god..." Tom coming out of the hangover realized that
the downstairs was still decorated in the Halloween party favors from last
night. How did I get to bed last night, or was it this morning? He lay's
there trying to figure out if he had the ability to move or if he was going
to stay in bed till Paul got home. He looked over to the alarm clock, it
read, 1:30 pm. "Ah fuck!" Tom musses, "the day is almost over!" With great
exertion, he roles his aching body and head over to the side and looks at
the night stand. Paul had left the box of Alka Seltzer, the ice bucket, a
drinking glass and a pitcher of water. Tom smiles and reaches for the
ingredients to start making himself a concoction of the magical elixir. He
holds his nose and downs it in two gulps, sits there on the edge of the bed
and waits for the liquid to start working. About five minutes and half a
cigarette, he feels his stomach starting to churn, had scrambles towards the
bathroom to "worship the porcelain god". Once the elixir has done it's job,
Tom pulls himself into the shower and lets the water wash away all the aches
and pains that the nights festivities had left. He thinks that how lonely
the shower was with out Paul in there with him, and how glad he was the way
he was feeling that he wasn't in there with him now. The noise of the water
is almost more than his head can handle. After about 20 minutes of the noise
torture, Tom turns off the shower and steps out to dry off. His muscular
frame is showing well in the mirrored wall that is in the bathroom. He looks
at his reflection and sighs at how happy he is about his physic. Taking a
handful of aspirin and a luke warm glass of water, feeling much better now,
he pulls on his sweatpants and heads downstairs.

The odor of the night before is still very pungent to Tom's nostrils. The
smell of alcohol, and tobacco smoke, mixed in with the aroma that was left
from the dry ice mixture, made the whole downstairs in dire need of a spring
housecleaning. Tom walked around and opened all the windows on the first
level of the house. It was lightly raining outside, no big surprise for the
City, and the fresh scent would do wonders for the smell of the house.
Walking into the parlor adjacent to the dining room where the most of the
party was held, he looked around at the mess and said. "It looked so much
better yesterday than it does today." With that, Tom headed to the phone to
call the theatrical company to come get the rentals that they owned, and
then started to grab all the cobwebs that were so meticulously hung to look
real. Down came the ugly old curtains that came with the house that they
ripped to look older than they really were, out went the buckets that held
the dry ice, and down came the atmosphere of the mayhem and partying that
had occurred such a short time ago. With all the trash picked up in the
Parlor, Tom went over to the bar and fixed himself "a bit of the hair that
bit the dog" from last night, looked at the Dinning room and sat down in the
King Louis Chair that was a present from Ike and Bill when they bought the
house. The King Louis Living room Set must have cost a small fortune, but
Ike and Bill never seemed to care about money when it came to spending it,
and enjoying it, and besides, Bill was right, it did look fucking flawless
in the house. Tom looked at the cobwebs lightly blowing in the breeze, still
hanging in the Dining room and all the mess that was still there, took a
drink and sat down the glass deciding that he was going to wait and let Paul
do the Dining room, after all, he did the Parlor. With that, Tom laid his
head back in the Chair and off to sleep.

Have A Great Gay Rainbow Day!!!
B. A. Ratzlaff
Curator,
The Museum of the Nude Male
http://www.babykake-usa.com