Date: Wed, 9 Dec 2009 23:56:56 -0700 From: dnrock@rock.com Subject: Jason Adonis 16 Jason Adonis by: dnrock(dnrock@rock.com) 16: Family and Community Several of us went for a late morning walk. The day was bright and sunny with a warm breeze from the west, a Chinook. Chinook by the way mean Snow Eater in Cree. The snow, that had lay on the ground, off and on all fall, was now completely gone. We followed the driveway down to the farm and looked over the outbuildings. The manager's wife was home and invited us in for coffee. She is quiet a delightful person. Her name is Rita-Jo, he is Leslie and they have two small preschool children, Kate and Jenny. Leslie was out looking after some escaped animals, she told us. Drew and Stan were with me and immediately started paying attention to the children. We worked around to talking about this semi rural neighborhood. Rita-Jo told us about our neighbors, who they were, what they did. Ranchers, hobby framers and such. It turned out that the community was quite a mixed bag of: retired people, professionals on hobby farms, rancher-farmers and the working poor. I needed this working poor explained to me. They are mostly young families, grew up in the area, often finding it hard to find steady employment for one reason or another. I did not want to ask what those reasons might be, figuring it was none of my business. I assumed some share of limited education and perhaps just the last throws of the old cowboy culture. She explained a bit about the ranching/farming culture. Love for the land, the independence, the importance neighborliness and so on. Rita-Jo mentioned how much she appreciated that Leslie's job, not only paid well but that living quarters came with it. She told me Klass had promised to renovate the place in the spring. The building was old and need some repair, mostly it needed modernization. "If Les had not gotten this job when he did, the kids would not be getting any presents this Christmas. With the BSE scare and drought conditions, jobs have been hard to come by." She said. "Would you mind if we dropped off some gifts for the children? My brothers are all fresh from boarding school, where they always looked after the younger children with presents, parties, singing and the like. You can see they appreciate being able to interact with them." "Well, Mr. Adonis, I think that would be very kind but not necessary. Our kids will be getting lots of things this year." "Please, I am Jason, my brothers would love to play santa. Perhaps one or two toys each, the boys could drop by late on Christmas eve." "Well, one or two small toys, nothing expensive please. You know we are having the under 10 kids in the neighborhood, over at the community center on Wednesday evening, for a little party. They all get a bag of candy and get to tell santa what they are hoping for. I'm afraid this year many of those hopes will go largely unanswered." "You know Rita-Jo the whole Santa bit is based on a Dutchman named St. Nicholous. My brothers will be in school but I have an idea." I am sure she caught the twinkle that must have been in my eye. "Now you must promise me that you will never reveal who is behind any of this, that is the only caveat." "I guess so but I don't know what, this is." "Our family supports many charitable endeavors. We do this through two charitable foundations, whose names you would not recognize. The foundations only requests that our donations are completely anonymous. How would you boys like to be real Santas this season?" "Do I look like an elf," Stan said? "No but you act like one, sometimes. All kidding aside, would you and your brothers donate a weeks worth of allowance toward buying and then distributing gifts to needy children?" Drew and Stan looked at each other and nodded agreement. "We shouldn't speak for the others but we will, they will go along," Stan suggested. "We are all prohibited from purchasing anything for each other. Any gift must be produced by our own hands. We drew names to keep the numbers reasonable. Klass will see that his son and nephews are well looked after. None of us want for anything and they all have more then enough spending money to get what ever they think they need. The true spirit of Christmas is giving to others and that gift should be from the heart, not just the wallet. I can think of nothing more satisfying than knowing my modest effort makes someone else, especially a child, happy." Stan and Drew supported my statement. "Are you with us?" "Well, I guess I might as well be, it sounds like you have made your mind up to do, what ever you have in mind, with or without me." "Good, this is what you need to do. At the party you will tape each child talking to Santa. Santa will have a microphone so we can get the details. Klass will drop off a video camera. You must review the tape and identify who the child is, where he or she lives and what from his or her list, the parents will just not be able to afford. I think animals, like puppies won't work but toys, games, sports equipment or clothing, stuff like that would. You probably know everyone well enough to cull out the toys that may be wanted but that the parents don't want them to have. E-mail me the list, with names and directions of how to find the children and leave the rest to us elves." "Aren't you going to set some limits?" "No, not really, as long as we can get what ever it is by the 24th. Lets keep the list to children under about 10 but if you are aware of a true need, even for an older child or older sibling, better include it. If you are aware of any children who did not make the party, just add them to the list. How, can Frau van Witt contribute to the party, her baking is out of this world? Oh, I think the fewer people who know about this caper the better, perhaps Les should be kept in the dark too." ..................... My dreams that night were surprisingly not sexual. I was awakened early by the sound of a squeaking door. In a new house, doors shouldn't squeak. I opened my eyes wide enough, to recognize Geoff sneaked quietly into my room. The large windows let just enough moonlight into the room. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Geoff walked as stealthily as he could, to the bed. Geoff stood on the right side of the bed; I continued to feign sleep. I was lying on my back with my legs spread slightly apart; the duvet came up only to my waist. Geoff reached over, slowly drawing the cover aside. Getting no reaction from me, he cupped my balls, then became bolder and started rubbing my crotch. He squeezed and fondled my manhood for several minutes. My penis responded accordingly. Geoff leaned over. His lips wrapped themselves around the swollen head of my cock, his tongue pushing the foreskin away. He licked the shaft, which continued to grow. Geoff buried his face in my crotch and began licking and sucking on the loose skin of my sac, sucking each of my testicles into his mouth. I opened my eyes now, watching his head sliding all around, my balls and lower shaft. My penis was up onto my stomach, rising above my navel, then I am just a bit short wasted. Geoff started kissing the underside of my shaft, working his way from the base to the head, tracing the thick underside tube of my dick with his pouty lips and rough tongue. Precome oozed from my cock head. Grasping my penis, he pulled it up, off of my firm stomach and held it up. My eyes were open now, watching his movements. Geoff bent down to lick the pool of salty fluid left behind. For the first time, he noticed that I was awake and watching him. He gave me a wicked grin and then suctioned his lips to my stomach, licking and gobbling up my sticky sweet juice. I grabbed my dick from his hand and started rubbing it on his face and the side of his head, while he licked and sucked on my abbs. He turned his head toward my cock shaft and planted his lips on the base, this time on the topside of my dick. He flattened his sticky lips against my shaft and again kissed and licked his way to the top. I pushed the broad head against his lips and they obediently opened up, to accept my leaking dick. His tongue traveled gingerly over before circling the mushroom head several times. I let go and his hand replaced mine; stroking, while he sucked just the head of my penis. Geoff made love to my penis head with his mouth. He kissed and licked, softly moaning as his lips traveled up and down, all around the head. His left hand, stroked my shaft. His right hand fondled my chest and upper body, feeling me. My cock throbbed in his hand, swollen and heavy. I had one hand in his hair, my fingers entwined in his hair. My hips were thrusting slightly, pushing my cock head in and out of his lips. Geoff removed his mouth and looked up at me again. I smiled at him and winked again. He began kissing my stomach again, sliding his tongue over the ridges of my abbs and around my navel. He tongued my navel several times, then swung his body up onto the bed. I felt his hard 9" penis, slick already from precome, brush against my leg. God, I thought if he is half a good with the ladies as he is with men, he will be beating them off with a stick Geoff positioned himself between my legs at my feet. He bent down and began by kissing my right foot. He then started to work his way up my body. His lips traveled up my right calf and inner thigh, then he switched to my left side and want back down to my foot. He kissed his way back up again, kissing and rubbing my muscular legs. He paused briefly at my crotch, giving my cock and balls another tonguing, and then moved up to my stomach. He again worshipped my abbs, tracing the ridges of each hard, rectangular muscle before moving up to my chest. He started on my right side again, licking the broad, flat muscle of my right pec before attaching his lips to my hard nipple. He kissed and sucked on my nipple, gently biting it before switching to my other side. His body now lay fully on top of mine, and we ground against each other as he worshipped my upper body with his mouth. I wondered if body jewelry would enhance our love making. Nipple rings, something in the navel perhaps. Nothing that would deface the most perfect cocks ever created. I lifted my left arm and placed my left hand behind my head. With my right hand, I reached down and grabbed his smooth, round ass. I pulled his ass down against me and thrust my hips up against his. Our cocks rubbed against each other, sliding past each other. He lifted himself up on his arms, looking me in the eyes. He bent down and kissed me. I kissed him back, pressing my tongue between his lips and into his mouth. I could taste myself on his lips. Geoff sat up now, positioning his body so that he was sitting on my stomach, his legs were on either side of me. My hard penis rose up against his ass, throbbing and leaking against the smooth globes of his cheeks. His hands were on my chest, squeezing and massaging my hard pecs. Prone on top of me now, I reached down with my left hand and squeezed his ass, pulling the muscular cheeks apart. My hard dick slid between his cheeks, like a fat hot dog in a bun. I pushed his ass together now, surrounding my penis, and began thrusting, sliding between his cheeks. I felt my cock head sliding back and forth over the opening, a slight depression in the cleft of his ass. He moaned a little louder each time my thick, speared head touched him there. Finally, he stopped, the tip of my cock positioned at the entrance of his hole. I reached down and held my penis in place, pushing the head against the hole. My cock throbbed, leaking precome into his hole. Geoff pushed his ass back onto me. His ass slowly opened, gaping around my cock. The head was in; Geoff paused, condom time. I looked into his face, his eyes were closed and his lips curled a smile, the pleasure of being split open by a large, hard dick was etched onto his face. He slid down some more. Very slowly, his ass was filled with my penis. Finally, he sat down all the way, every inch of my dick buried inside him. His ass rested on my balls, which sagged between my spread legs, and his balls sagged into my pubes. His eyes were still closed. Leaning forward again, Geoff rested his hands on my chest and began riding me. Geoff lifted his ass back off my cock, and then sat back down slowly; his grip on my pecs tightened. He repeated the action, each time relaxing his grip on my chest, until finally he was riding me hard and fast. He rose almost all the way off my dick, using his hands on my chest and shoulders to support himself, lifting his ass from my pole, and then sitting back down. I started thrusting now, fucking into him while he rode me, shoving my cock as deep into body as I could. Geoff was moaning, grunting as I fucked him, his head thrown back. His cock bounced on my abbs, slapping onto my stomach hard each time he lifted himself up and re-impaled himself on my hard cock post. My orgasm was building; he milked my cock with his ass muscles, pulling and squeezing on it each time he slid up and down. He rose up all the way until just the head remained inside his hole. His body was suspended 9.5" inches above mine; his ass twitched on my cock head, squeezing and pulling on it. Then he sat back down. I was close to coming, very close. My balls tightening against my body. I grabbed Geoff's hips and began fucking him harder, thrusting up and into his ass, then pulling down on his hips to impale him deep. Geoff came, his ejaculated hitting me in the chest and stomach. His ass spasmed grabbing my cock, and grunting loudly, I unloaded in him. We stayed like that for several moments, his come drying on my body, his soft penis dangling against my pubes, my own softening cock, being expelled from his butt. Our breathing slowed, and Geoff laid himself down on top of me, kissing my body. He rolled off of me onto my right side. I brought my right hand up and placed it behind my head again. stroking his hair and shoulders. Geoff left the room a little while later, mumbling something about the disadvantages of not having roommates. I got up some hours later, thinking how hot it was that Geoff had worshipped my body like that, as I hopped in the shower. My manhood was hard again, soapy hands fondling myself, along with the memories of last night, made sure of that. I unsuspectingly strode naked and fully erect from my shower into the bedroom, finding Ziggy and Drew sitting naked on my bed. Ziggy was pressing, my previous day's underwear into Drew's face and explaining to him how important smell was in human sexuality. He did sound like an authority. I guess he is, where my smell is concerned.