Date: Mon, 19 Dec 2005 20:40:14 EST
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: Jeremiah Scrooge-1

 4:30pm Thursday evening, Christmas eve. The office was all decorated for
the holidays when I finally got back from my business trip abroad.
Christmas music played joyously over the inner com system as my employees
celebrated by drinking spiked egg-nog, kissing underneath the mistletoe,
and passing out early presents, -much to my dismay.

"What is the meaning of this?!!" I yelled, standing in the doorway of the
elevator, dripping wet from the blasted snow that began falling like
white rain all the way in from the airport.
 Everyone at the office looked over at me in shock. I was not expected
back in from my trip until the following Monday AFTER the holiday. But
decided to cut it short when the business deal fell through.

"Who authorized this party?" I asked angrily, distinctly recalling that I
told them NO Parties! "Take down those decorations! Stop that music! Get
back to work before you're all celebrating in the unemployment line!" I
yelled, scornfully.
 People ran around like headless chickens, pulling down holly, flashing
lights and Christmas ornaments. Others scurried to their desks to hide
their pretty wrapped gifts and pretend they were working the whole time.
While others still, ripped down the mini-tree which had grown in my
absents.
 I made my way to my office, then angrily slammed the door shut. I waited
a few seconds until I was sure that they had all began to breathe sigh
relief, before re-opening the door and informing everyone that I had
intended to work their asses straight through Christmas the following
day. I heard the whole room groan a collective sigh of misery,
complaining that they had plans or long drives scheduled before I slammed
the door again in their lazy holiday driven faces.

 I walked over to my desk, flung my wet coat across the rack, then pulled
out a bottle of Jack Daniel's I'd had hidden in my desk draw for just
such an occasion as today. It'd been hell. The business trip had been a
bust. The hotel I booked didn't have my reservations. The rental I had
broke down, and I didn't get the new accounts I had so desperately
wanted. My trip had been a total waist of time, and money. I contemplated
how many employees I should to lay off to compensate my loses.

 I sat in my black leather swivel chair, and quickly downed the first
shot. I could feel the liquor burning it's way down my throat as it
warmed my chilled bones instantly. Outside my door, I could hear
employees moving about. It would serve them right if I just closed down
the place, move somewhere were the minimum wage was cheaper, and started
all over again.

 I poured myself a second glass of Jack, and quickly downed that as well.
I leaned back in my chair. Looking out onto the busy streets below, I
could see all the holiday shoppers rushing around for their last minute
sales as an early snow blanketed the city. 'The fools'-, I thought to
myself, -'wasting their hard earned money on foolish over priced presents
and toys that won't be appreciated and broken in a matter of days'. I
poured myself a third glass, then a forth. My memories began to blur, as
did my eyes. It'd been a long flight, and I was tired. I figured I'd
crash on the couch in my office before heading home that evening. Wasn't
like I had anyone there waiting for me anyway.
 Just then there was a lite tap on the door. I knew from the timid knock
that it was my secretary -Joseph Harris.

"Come in!" I barked.

"Sir... It's 5 clock, the staff is getting ready to leave." he informed.
"I just wanted to give you the reports you requested for your return on
Monday. I was able to get them done a little early." he said, placing the
files on my desk before me.

"Got them done early, eh?" I said, feeling the liquor numb me all over.
"You were expecting to get out of here early for a 3 day weekend, weren't
you?"

"Well... yes sir." he admitted. "Kim and I were hoping to take the kids
up to see her parents in Carson for the holiday. It'd been two years
since they saw my youngest son Jamal."

"Jamal?" I repeated. The name sounded familiar. "Is Jamal sick?"

"Yes. He was born with a birth defect. He needs to have an operation, or
else..." choked Joe, trying to keep his emotions in check. "...the uh...
the doctors don't know how much longer he'll be with us. They don't
expect that he'll reach his 10th birthday." he said, holding back tears.
I tried ignoring his fatherly display by eyeing over the reports he'd
handed me, but Joe took it upon himself to quietly close my office door
and approach my desk without permission. I looked up at him as if he were
crazy.
"Sir...I know I've come to you before about getting an advancement to pay
for my son's medical expenses, but he really needs this operation bad."

"Just as he needed the last operation, and the medicine before that. How
much longer do you expect me to keep footing the bills for your boy?" I
asked, heartlessly.

"Please sir..." he begged, apparently at his wits end.

"I can't help you, Joseph." I said, getting back to my report.

"I'll do anything, sir..." he said, inching around my desk until he was
standing right before me. To my surprise, he got down on his knees
between my legs, his eyes dropping to the floor shamefully.
"...anything."
 Surely he didn't mean what I thought he did. While my sexuality wasn't
really a secret around the office, I never advertised my preference for
men, deciding instead to keep my work environment completely
professional. Once (a few years ago) I had an affair with a male
employee. He was a youngster, straight out of college and eager to work.
Unfortunately he spent more time working ME, and spreading our
indiscretions around the office than he did actual work. I fired him as
soon as I realized what he was doing, but the damage had already been
done, -made obvious by my assistant's current display.

 I looked over at the closed door. It was the end of the day, and most of
the employees were probably already gone, or about to leave at any
minute. A blow job was certainly something I could get behind. It'd been
months since I last had any sexual contact with anyone, and even then it
was limited. Joseph was indeed a handsome man; tall, slim, -deep rich
brown skin. And his "straight" status as a married man would insure that
he would not spread our encounter around the office like my other
employee had. But I just couldn't do it. I knew taking advantage of his
situation would be wrong. And besides, I didn't want to be obligated to
give him the money afterwards.

"I'm sorry Joseph, but I can't help you." I repeated, turning back under
my desk.

"But...but, my son...he'll die if I don't come up with the money..." he
whimpered, still on his knees.

"We ALL die at some point, Joseph. Just be grateful that you have the
time now to spend with him." was my only console as I dismissed him.
 Joe sat there for a moment, contemplating what I said before slowly
getting up off his knees. He moped his way over to the door, looking even
more lost than he did when he came in. I pretended to keep reading as he
reached for the doorknob, and paused for a second.

"Sir?" he called, Turing his head in my direction. I looked up from my
file as if he were disturbing me, when really all I wanted was another
shot of Jack.

"Yes Joseph?"

"Do you believe in god, sir?" he asked, as if in a daze.

"I'm a realist, Joe. I believe in government, taxes, and the all mighty
dollar. I'm a business man from the ole skool. If I can't see it, touch
it, taste it, smell it, visit it, buy it, or kill it, it doesn't exist.
And if it doesn't exist, how can I believe in it?" was my answer. I knew
it was crude, but I felt I needed to make a point.
 Joe stood there for a long moment, staring at me as if he expected to
see the floor open up, and Satan himself to show up to drag me back down
into the gates of hell. He looked absolutely dumbfounded as he slowly
turned his back to me, and whispered "Merry Christmas Mr Jones" in a low
voice as he walked out my office door and away from sight.
 I poured myself one last glass, thinking how stupid this holiday was. I
stood in front of my window, looking down on my employees as they exited
the building bundled in the winter coats. I downed the last glass, then
made my way over to the couch. I laid down, making myself comfortable as
I began to drift off to sleep. I thought of my wasted trip, my financial
status, and all of the money I lost with every national holiday posted. I
thought of how I was ruining my employees plans for the holiday by making
them work. It wasn't my fault that Christmas was on a weekday this year.
I needed my employees here in order to keep production costs from putting
me in the poor house. I also thought of Joseph, his wife Kim, and their
sick little son Jamal. I felt sorry for the boy (really I did), but there
was no guarantee that he would even survive the operation. What if I gave
them the advance, and he died anyway? Then they'd have lost their son,
and I'd be out of tons of money. If they were so religious, why didn't
they just pray for a miracle? Where was their god when they needed him? I
felt myself drifting off to a fast sleep, cursing them all as I declared
their woes no fault of my own. It wasn't long before I was in a deep
sleep, dead to the world as the snow continued to fall outside my window
like white rain.

     ____________

 I first heard the stomp of heavy feet outside my office door. The sound
awakened me, like a heavy base drum beating ancient African tribal notes.
I sat up, angrily rubbing my tired red blood shot eyes. I figured it was
probably that damn janitor, banging his old rickety bucket of his against
the desks again.

 I got up from the couch, feeling groggy from a long sleep. I looked at
my wrist watch to find that I had only been asleep 5 minutes. But the
windows showed that it was pitch dark outside, it looked to be well pass
5pm, perhaps seeming more like 10, or 11 at night.
 Angrily, I opened the office door but soon discovered that no one was
there. I looked around the empty office, feeling a deafening chill sweep
through like an arctic breeze. I slammed the door shut, cursing the old
ugly janitor and his rickety bucket, despite not seeing him there. I
turned back around to head for my coat, when I suddenly came face to face
with the old janitor wearing nothing but a Santa's hat.

"What the fuck...?!! How did YOU get in here?!" I yelled, surprised to
see the 50+ maintenance worker standing before me totally naked, his
exposed (extraordinarily long) penis rising ominously between his baked
bean colored legs.

"Jeremiah Jones..." he said in a strangely erotic voice, "...I'm the
Ghost Of Christmas Past, I'm here to take you back on a journey into your
far memory."

"What? Ghost? Are you DRUNK, old man?" I asked angrily. "Why are you in
my office? And NAKED of all things! You know I could have your JOB for
this!" I said, trying to ignore his growing Python.

"You don't intimidate me, Jeremiah. I know what you are, and I know what
you want." he said, flexing his enormously huge erection at me.
 My eyes were fixated on it, I couldn't tear myself away from it's gaze
as it's dance hypnotized me much like a Cobra does it's prey before
striking.

"You... you're not intending to... to fuck me with that...that THING, are
you?" I asked, fearing for my poor asshole.

"I most certainly am." laughed the ghostly janitor. "This is the prefect
opportunity for employee to fuck management for a change, and I'm gonna
enjoy every minute of it." he smiled, a near toothless grin on his aging
gray face.
 I could feel my asshole pucker in protest, and anticipation. It'd been
so long since the last time I'd had a dick in me, that I was deathly
afraid that my hole may have closed back up for good.

"You're crazy...!" I said, stepping back fearfully as I suddenly realized
I was alone with this obvious lunatic. "You must be on drugs if you think
I'm going to allow you to fuck me! I don't even know you like that! I'm
calling security!" I exclaimed, turning to reach for the door knob.

"Don't make this harder on yourself, Jeremiah. You know you WANT this."
he countered.

"I don't want Nothing from you, you OLD COOT!" I yelled, swinging the
door open only to find the naked janitor standing on the other side.

"Well, it ain't like you have much of a choice in the matter." he said,
blocking my way.
 My mouth dropping open in amazement. I looked back into my empty office,
then back at the Santa hat wearing janitor.

"How'd you...?"

"Magic!" was all he said. Then with a wave of his hand, I too found
myself stark naked, standing before him in my office.

"Hey...! What the hell did you...?! HOW...?!? Wh... where are my
clothes??!" I stammered, reacting quick with my hands to cover my naked
front -modestly.
 In an instant, the door slammed shut -locked, and the janitor was once
again standing behind me in the office.

"In order for our journey to begin, we first must become ONE." he said,
mysteriously.

"ONE? What do you mean?" I asked, confused.
 That's when the janitor sank down to his knees behind me.

"Some men prefer lube when they cornhole someone..." he announced,
bringing a gasp from my lips. "...me, I prefer a more natural lubricant."
 With that, I felt the janitor pry open my tight buttock, then dig his
face deep into the crevices of my ass cheeks. I fought to free myself
from his oral licking, even as his long tongue grazed across my tingling
butt hole like a wet snail.

 Unconsciously I spread my legs apart, causing my ass cheeks to widen as
the crazed janitor reached all the way up into my hairy crack with his
tongue. I could feel the wetness lathering gobs of fresh spit into the
dense valley. He pulled my cheeks even further, gaining a deeper access
into my musky depths. I could feel my anal ring stretching as he darted
his extended tongue in and out of me. I cooed and panted like a little
girl against my will, unprepared for the excruciating delight my body
experienced as he ate my ass so efficiently.
 I was just really getting into the ass eating when he suddenly removed
his face and stood up behind me, rubbing his hardon up and down the hot
valley of my ass crack.

"You're ready." he announced, placing the head against my dripping hole.

"No, wait...!" I yelled nervously, feeling the head nudge into my hole.
"...you need a condom!"
 He laughed a deep throaty chuckle, then rammed himself forth. I felt my
asshole scream open as his large dick pummeled its way half way up inside
of me. It felt as if someone had stabbed me in my guts with a fire plug.
My mind was still registering the pain, when he suddenly backed out all
the way, then rammed himself back in. I screamed in holy horror as my
asshole was ripped to shreds. The sadistic maintained man pulled out
again, then rammed forward several more times before he finally buried
himself in me all the way up to his hairy balls.

"There... how's that?" he beamed, flexing his hardon in my aching guts.
"10 full inches of hard meat in your butt, I bet it's beginning to look a
lot like Xmas now!" he laughed.

"You're killing me...!" I protested, struggling to break free.

"Nonsense. An old queen like you?" he said, leaning forward to whisper in
my ear. "I know about all the late night visits to the BATH houses." he
informed, much to my chagrin. "All those gang bangs and anonymous one
night stands...it's a wonder your asshole isn't declared a medical hazard
zone!"
 Just then, a swirl of cold air blew open the windows, filling the office
with a fidgety cold Arctic wind which blew around anything that wasn't
nailed down. It was like being in the middle of a tornado, as papers,
files, and furniture flew pass us like chicken feathers in the wind. An
amazingly bright light soon followed, casting the room in a white-out. In
this, I could feel a calming stillness guide our bodies silently as we
were lifted off the ground. I felt my feet leave the floor as we
levitated in mid-air for several minutes. I looked down as I hovered over
my desk. It was a strange feeling, like being dead and watching your
human body die as you float off into heaven. Gone was my fear. Gone was
the initial pain my anus sustained upon penetration. The janitor was able
to piston his fat dick in and out of me in long, steady strokes, while I
adjusted to my new weightlessness. He held me by the waist as he fucked
himself in and out of me, causing my asshole to yawn open under his
steady pounding.
 I could feel every inch of it's thickness pressing through me repeatedly
as he took me into a bright light where time became aimless and reality
still. We were in a void of nothingness, whirling in a sea of whited
possibilities. All that I was aware of, all I could feel or care about at
that instant, was the fat dick in my ass. This 50+ janitor rode me into
the Past, his dick somehow guiding us where we needed to go as he humped
it into me full throttle.

 We floated above the snow stormed city from high above the ground. I was
completely amazed that I wasn't freezing. I could see people on the
streets below, rushing to get to the stores for shopping before closing,
picking up gifts, or rushing to be with their families and loved ones. In
the distance, a house began to form into view. I scarcely recalled it,
somewhere from my distant past. The closer we got, the more familiar it
began to look. It was my first home, the one I purchased with my ex-lover
over 25 years ago. We started to descend as we got closer. I didn't want
to go, but had little say as the Ghost janitor did all the flying for us.

 Suddenly we were inside the house. It was as warm and toasty as I
remembered. My boyfriend at the time (Mel), and I were hanging up
decorations and kissing under the mistletoe like newlyweds. Mel was my
first real lover, the first and only man I ever gave my heart to. We were
only 21, fresh out of college and living on our own for the first time
without supervision. This was our first Christmas together as an official
couple, and we were at our happiest. Everything seemed to be going our
way. I had just started my current business, and Mel had sent out his
resume to several law firms and was waiting for a response. He had
graduated at the top 10% of his class, and was eager to start working in
a law firm. We often joked about how much money we would have rolling in
once my business started thriving, and his career took off. We had so
many promises, hopes, and dreams back then. We thought we'd be together
forever. We were going to show the world just what 2 young hot blooded
African American men with pride and determination could do in the world.
We exchanged gifts, then began making love in front of the beautifully
colored lights that danced majestically around our living room like a
cheap imitation fire place.

 I watched from above as Mel and I made love on the floor of our place.
He entered me gently, my soft ass incasing him warmly as he felt the
tightness of my anus surround his entire shaft. He moaned softly, looking
down into my eyes as I gave myself up to him freely. I opened my legs
wider about his body, inviting him to thrust deeper into me. He pumped
away at my sweet interior, filling my firm buttock with his hardness upon
every stroke. And I took all he had to offer, clawing at his hips and
back as he set the pace of his impacts. He leaned down onto me, his lips
seeking mine. We kissed passionately as he rode me to the brink of
fulfillment.
 Mel was an exceptional lover, and sucked lovingly on my tongue as he
moaned into my mouth with the minted taste of candy canes (which we
decorated on the tree). He pumped into me steadily, without let up as I
urged him on with my excessive panting and heavy breathing. Soon the room
was filled with the tender sounds of our slapping flesh as his hips
collided with my buttock over and over. His hardon drove through me like
a mac truck through a dark tunnel, ramming, slamming, and cramming its
way through my wet walls with the strong intent of filling me with his
hot passion. Finally when he could hold back no longer, I felt his dick
begin to throb and swell deep inside my body. An instant later he was
spilling surge after gut drenching surge of his precious ball juice into
my receptive hole. Melvin gasped with baited breath as the cum poured out
of him, filling my deep cave with enough juice to flood the system. I
began to stroke my own raging hardon once I felt him cum inside me, and
within moment I was spurting my own spunk between the two of us,
showering us in a baptism of exploding semen.
 Ghost-Past and I watched the entire scene with wide eyed enthusiasm as I
recalled every second as it played out before us like an old movie.

"Isn't that Melvin McDaniels, your first love?" asked the janitor, slowly
pistoning his hardon in and out of my stuffed bowels.

"Yes." I answered -sorely, not realizing how much I'd missed him over the
years. Its amazing how much you can forget if you make yourself.

"Look at the two of you go at it. You must have fucked for hours that
night." he said, holding me tightly about the mid-section while grounding
his dick in me maddeningly.

"Yes, he loved fucking me." I smiled, recalling all the lost evenings
wrapped up in each other's arms. We were both insatiable, neither of us
could keep our hands (or dicks) off one another.

"And you sooo liked getting fucked by HIM, -obviously. So... what
happened between you?" asked the janitor.

"I... don't know." I whispered, turning my head from the sight.

"Come ON now Jeremiah, I know better then that. Spill it."

"No." I answered, defying his request.
 The janitor roared back with his hips, pulling the entire length of his
ramrod free from my sucking passage before suddenly ramming himself all
the way back inside me in one fast ass splitting thrust. I screamed for
mercy as the janitor's dick seemed to pierce straight through my inner
anal wall, ripping apart my vitals as if they were wet paper.
 Tears rolled down my face in groves as my ass muscles clung to his meaty
sausage for dear life. My insides throbbed achingly at his assault. He
was letting me know that HE was still in the driver's seat.

"Let me ask again... what happened between the two of you?"

"Nothing!" I cried, refusing to answer.

"Nothing you say..." he said, whisking us away into another part of the
house in a different place and time. It was nearly 6 months later, as Mel
had finally gotten the break he wanted. A law firm in LA had sent him a
letter requesting for a live interview with him. Mel did the interview,
and was hired within a few weeks. This meant that he would be moving to
LA, leaving ME behind. We argued about it furiously, fighting like cats
and dogs. Mel saw it as his big opportunity to work at a prestigious law
firm, and I saw it as the end of our relationship. Once it became
apparent that he wasn't going to back down, I pretended not to care, but
was secretly silently begging him to stay.

 Mel left from my life soon after. It was horrible trying to go on
without him. I dated a few guys, but no one could replace him. Sex
without love was a poor substitute, and after a while, I didn't even want
that anymore. I didn't want Mel to go, but my pride had kept me from
saying so. I wanted him to stay with me because he wanted to, not because
I had to beg him. I suppose I could have moved my business to LA to be
closer to him, but I was selfish. I wanted my cake and eat it too. I
wanted everything, but wasn't willing to open myself up to get it. So
instead of fighting for Mel and our future, I let him go, -leaving behind
4 years of perfect friendship.
 A few years later I heard that he married a woman from his firm. She and
Mel had 3 kids together, and now have 2 grand children as well. He sends
me Xmas cards and pictures of he and his family every year. He owns his
own private law firm now, and seems to be doing quite well for himself.
He also tells of how he misses me, and thinks of me often. How he's never
found anyone who could replace me, or make him feel as lively as I did so
long ago. He does all of this, without ever receiving one response from
me. In 20 years, I've never returned or sent him back so much as a single
post card.

"Seems like the two of you really loved each other." said the janitor,
bringing me out of my day dream. Or should I say; my NIGHTMARE. "Is that
why you've become so bitter and hateful towards the world?"

"Screw YOU!" I told the old man, looking back at him over my shoulder.
"Who're you to judge me? You don't know the slightest thing about me!"

"I know arrogance, ignorance, and sheer stupidity when I see it." he
said, making me feel foolish. "Mel LOVED you, with ALL of your hateful
and selfish ways. He was your SOUL-MATE, and you practically pushed him
away."

"Soul mate? HA!" I challenged. "If he was my soul mate, why'd he leave?
Why'd he marry that... woman? Why didn't he come back to me?"

"Why didn't you ask him to?" asked the janitor. "He would have, you know.
Had you just asked."

"How do YOU know??" I asked, flip.

"I'm a Ghost!" responded the janitor, broadly. "I know everything."

"I shouldn't have had to ask him!" I continued, mournfully. "He should
have known how much I..."

"How much you... what?"

"...I... oh, never mind."

"You can't even SAY IT!" exclaimed the Ghost. I could feel his dick pulse
inside me as he spoke. "You expect Melvin to know how you feel, to be
able to read your mind, yet you can't even admit it to yourself. How was
he supposed to know you were sitting here all this time waiting for him
to come back to you, when you never once returned him a single card or
letter TELLING him so?"
 I sighed, feeling the janitor resume pumping his hips, just as I
realized the truth in his words.
"Tell me Jeremiah Jones..." he continued, working his stiff hardon in and
out of my guts faster. "...in all your years together, have you ever told
Mel that you loved him?"

 Without waiting for an answer, the janitor began plowing my asshole with
full force. I gasped in a mixture of pleasure and pain as he tore into me
like a wild stallion on his first mare. I felt powerless and helpless as
the janitor fucked me at a phenomenal pace, -cramming every inch of his
10 inch schlong deep into my anal passage with ever increasing thrusts.
He fucked me hard and strong, leaving no doubt in my mind just who had
been in control during this whole ordeal. A single tear began to roll
down my face as his strokes turned into single deep thrusts, signaling
that his orgasm was just a moment away. I found myself begging him to
cum, to end my painful torment with a burst of his Ghostly seed. A moment
later I heard him groan, his voice like that of a dying man as a bright
light once again came to consume us just as I felt an explosion erupt
deep within my anus....


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to be continues...