Date: Sat, 27 Dec 2003 01:52:49 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: New Year's Eve Party

			   NEW YEAR'S EVE PARTY
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
		      WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM

     Mother was getting ready for the party when I looked into her
bedroom. Her eyes weren't swollen and red anymore, at least and she was
going through her jewelry, matching various earrings to her cocktail
dress. I cleared my throat and she looked up at me through the mirror, then
away again, didn't say a word. She reached for a glass on the vanity and
took a drink of it and then said, "I'll expect you to stay upstairs during
the party."
     "I thought you wanted me to help serve your guests." I said. The New
Year's Eve party was a big one, Mother had invited over a hundred people to
our house (a small mansion, actually), from friends to business associates
and employees at her company. For such a big occasion, I was expected to
don my white tuxedo and perform butler and server duties, passing among the
guests with trays of drinks or hors d'oeuvres, not participating...but
being useful.
     "Not this time, Wade." she said rather curtly and I nodded.
     Mother had found out (I had told her) that I was gay. It's hell coming
out of the closet at fourteen, but I had friends who were gay and also the
support group at the center, I had studied how to tell and when. I thought
I had picked a good time; Mother had been in a receptive and even
confidential mood.
     I had thought wrong.
     Maybe it's because she divorced my father years ago in a messy divorce
and they still weren't speaking to each other. He had tried to take her
company away from her (she is CEO of a department-store chain, some twenty
stores at that time, I believe) and she'd had to battle to keep it. Maybe
it's because I resembled my father more than her (she's blond-haired and
blue-eyed, my father and me are both brown-haired and brown-eyed, simple
dominant genetics), and she was reminded of him every time she looked at
me.
     All I know is that I was buffeted by her screaming and then her tears
and she had left the room, leaving me alone and bewildered on the
couch. That had been four hours ago, and she had a party to get ready
for. I'd been chased upstairs by the catering company which was busily
arranging things downstairs.
     Mother went back to her makeup and I realized that she was well on her
way to being intoxicated. She nearly missed her glass when she reached for
it again and I cleared my throat again.
     "Would you like me to fetch you some coffee or tea?" I asked. I was
used to this (Mother got drunk occasionally, maybe once a month).
     "No!" she said firmly. "This is what's going to get me through the
evening." And she fastened on her glass and drank again. Quite a bit.
     "I'm sorry." I said.
     "Why did you have to pick today to tell me?" she said
resentfully. "You know how important these parties are. Couldn't you at
least have waited until after?"
     "Make it a New Year's resolution, maybe?" I said, cocking an
eyebrow. Sometimes I could get her to laugh. But she was having none of it.
     "You know how important these affairs can be." she repeated. "I have
several potential buyers coming tonight, buyers for major corporations. If
I can get them to let my company be their office supply source, it will
mean millions to me every year."
     "All right." I said.
     "And you drop this on me." She said. "I...I really don't know now how
I feel about it. And I can't think about it, I just don't have time. So
just...just go away until tomorrow, all right?"
     "All right." I said again and left. I ran downstairs just long enough
to snatch a few tidbits off the caterer's trays (they knew who I was, I got
away with it) and loaded a plate and took it back to my room.
     The party was long, loud and noisy. Not rudely noisy with loud music,
just the sound of an awful lot of people filling our downstairs. Our house
was designed for this, we really lived our lives upstairs, Mother and me,
and downstairs was for entertainments like this, a dining hall, a large
room acoustically perfect, with a stage for musicians. But the people
drowned out the music, far as I could tell.
     I could hear my mother from time to time, she has a voice that
carries. Especially when she's drunk and by now, she was. I figured I'd
better go check on Mother, sometimes I was the only one who could bring her
under control again when she was drinking.
     I walked out to the landing of the staircase, it extended above the
main room, leaned over it and looked for Mother.
     Mother wasn't the only person drunk down there! Most parties like this
are dull affairs, but somehow, in that way which happens never by plan but
always by chance, this group had caught fire and become lively. An
alcoholic fire!
     Couldn't see her, I'd have to wade into that! Though her drunkenness
didn't appear to be as much of a problem as I'd thought at first. Still,
she might insult somebody she shouldn't, if I could steer her away, the
caterers could keep the party going without her until I could pour some
coffee down her, or at least get her someplace to sleep it off.
     There was a man in a business suit lewdly fondling and kissing a woman
in a screamingly bright red dress, she was giggling as he mouthed at her
neck, his hand rubbing up the outside of her leg under her dress and up to
the edge of her buttock.
     The man saw me out of the corner of his eye and leaned back, "Hey,
Wade!" he said to me.
     "Hi, Russ." I said to him. Russ was one of my mother's employees, he
was vice-president in charge of public relations, as such, he was tall,
handsome, muscled and reliable-looking, he exuded the confidence and
trustworthiness that it took to make people sign over hundreds of thousands
of dollars on his ideas. His face was regular with heavy but light brown
eyebrows and blue eyes, the combination kind of made you feel undressed,
just talking to him. Undressed by him, that is, a definitely sexual
exuberance emanated from him. "Have you seen my mother?"
     "Over there, somewhere." Russ pointed and the woman giggled, pulled
him back to her and I just said thanks and went on past.
     "Hey, kid, ain't it past your bedtime?" another man slurred at me as I
went through the crowded room.
     "I'm trying, but there's too much noise." I said back to him. Tall
man, black hair and dark eyes, swarthy skin but not dark enough to be
ethnic, it could just be a dark suntan like a lifeguard has by the end of
summer; I didn't recognize him, but I knew that silence wasn't the answer,
nor was confrontation.
     "You live here?"
     "Yeah, my bedroom's upstairs." I said. "Looking for my mother to say
good-night." I was blocked for the moment by a small group walking past in
single file, the only way to make it through that crowd was follow someone
going your way.
     "Need Mommy to come tuck you in?" he said.
     The woman with him leered at me. "Maybe I should come tuck you in? Or
maybe warm your bed for you while I'm there?"
     "No thanks." I said, seeing my way opening at last. "I just want to
say good-night to my mother." My ears burned as she laughed, but I didn't
say anything else, just got out of there.
     I had a few more minor collisions after that, but finally made it
across the room and found Mother. She was perched on the edge of the
musician's stage, her legs swinging wide back and forth as she laughed at
something the men with her were saying. She looked at me and it took her a
while to recognize me, I think. Or maybe just to focus enough to see me.
     "Oh, hi, Wade!" she said to me, smiling, then the smile faded. "Didn't
I tell you to stay upstairs?" she accused me.
     "I came to see if you were okay." I said. Given the situation and the
party, I gave up on getting her to sober up, I'd settle for delegating the
caterer to keep an eye on her and do what he could to slip some coffee her
way.
     The face was turning now to resentment and anger. "Okay? I'm not
okay. How'm I supposed to be okay when my only son tells me he's a faggot,
huh?" she said belligerently.
     I was in agony at that proclamation, as I said, Mother's voice
carries. Plenty of people there heard her. "Mother, shush!" I said to her.
     "Hey, hey!" she said, clambering instead to stand up on the stage. We
had microphones there, hidden ones designed to pick up and broadcast the
music being played, but a person could get to the center of the stage and
be heard all over the large room and that's where she got as I climbed up
after her.
     "Everybody, this young man joining me on stage is my son!" she called
out. "And I'm making this announcement because he made an announcement to
me earlier today and I'm going to share it with you!"
     Oh, jeez! I went for her, going to drag her away, if I could get her
off that stage. But the audience had quieted down for her, and as I reached
her, she completed it.
     "My son just told me he's gay." She said. "So seeing as how I'm a
loving mother and want to be supportive, any of you men out there who were
thinking it was a shame I didn't have a daughter you could marry, well,
here's your chance! You can date my son instead!"
     That earned a bigger laugh than it deserved. By then I was dragging at
her but I only got her a few steps when she set in her heels and yanked her
hand away. "No!" she said. "You want to tell people, well, I'm telling
people!"
     "Mother, I didn't want..." I started.
     "Let's have a big hand for my proud gay son!" she called out. And the
audience, buoyed up by cocktails and revelry, did in fact applaud, with
catcalls and noise included!
     My face burst out bright red, I could feel the heat on my cheeks. I
forgot about rescuing Mother from her alcoholic state, I forgot asking the
caterer to keep an eye on her, I forgot about anything but getting the heck
out of there! At fourteen, you make a fool of yourself any number of times,
but this one, my mother did to me and I was really ashamed of her for doing
it, and ashamed of myself for being what I was, so that she could do it!
     I steered through the people, who were all laughing at me. I saw that
woman who'd offered to tuck me in, saying to her partner, "Well, I guess
you should be the one go up and tuck him in!" The man grinned knowingly at
me, and I ducked my head down and didn't look at him.
     Further along, it was Russ, who said, "Hey, Wade, stop!"
     I couldn't look at him either, I was too embarrassed, and I just
pushed on by, though his hand landed on my shoulder as I did and I think he
would have grabbed hold if I had been any slower, stopped me by raw force.
     "Wade, wait!" Russ called up to me as I went up the stairs, thankfully
empty of people now. I got up and into my own room and shut the door and
wished it had a lock on it. God, I didn't ever want to show my face outside
again! Jeez, the people my Mother worked with, most of them, all of them as
close as makes no difference, they had heard my Mother tell them I was gay.
     Coming out to your mother in confidence is one thing, having it
broadcast to a crowd is another! And when you're fourteen...Jesus! It's a
wonder I didn't kill myself in mortification!
     I didn't, though, nor even considered it, the support group had given
me that much, anyway. They'd told me that parents could react strongly at
first and you have to give them time to adjust, don't push them at first,
just the announcement and then wait a while before you try introducing them
to lovers or such. Not that I had any lovers, hell, I hadn't done anything
more than a bit of sexual play with some friends, and that had been years
ago!
     So I got undressed and got into bed, not that I expected to sleep, but
that I wanted to be in the dark. Night can be comforting, you know, as well
as frightening. Right then, I wanted to be invisible, and the blackness did
that, anyway. I lay in my bed and played that moment over and over again,
my mother telling the people and the way they looked at me and laughed.
     And laughed.
     And laughed.
     I felt tears on my face and scorned them as they crawled like sticky
worms down the sides of my face. Legacy of my father--real men don't cry!
     A knock at the door, and then it opened. "Crap!" I said. It was some
party-goer, looking for a bedroom to fuck his girlfriend in, or maybe
someone looking for the bathroom. "Go away!" I said. "I'm trying to sleep
in here!"
     "Wade?" came the tentative call. It was Russ, I could just make him
out as the silhouette in the doorway.
     I saw him fumble for the light switch and I said, "No, don't turn on
the light. I'm...I'm not decent." Well, I was nude under the covers; I
slept that ways sometimes and tonight had been too upset to fumble out a
pair of neatly pressed and folded pajamas from the dresser, just stripped
and crawled in. But the covers took care of that, I simply didn't want him
to see I'd been crying. "Just come in." I did want to talk to him, to talk
to anybody. At that age, you run away, but when someone comes after you,
you spill your guts, and that's what I had intended to do.
     What I was forgetting was the debauchery that was going on downstairs
right now. Or rather, I had personalized it, only thinking of it in terms
of how it had impacted me. The drinking, the too-easy laughter, the hands
on each other.
     "Okay." he said to me. "But this'd be easier in the light, don't you
think?"
     "No." I said, still ignorant of his intentions. "I like the dark."
     "Okay, but I'm leaving the door open so I can see how to get to the
bed." he said. He came over and stood by the bed, and I looked up,
expecting to see concern and hear words of comfort.
     Instead, he reached down and pulled the covers off my bed. The sudden
action surprised me.
     "Yeah, you're naked under there, aren't you?" he said as I yelped in
surprise. Looked up at him, helpless and silent as the lamb on the
butcher's block, as he reached for the fastening of his pants. "Nice to see
you're waiting for it." He unzipped and tugged down his pants and said,
"You want to suck on it a while first?"
     I'd been betrayed and held up to public ridicule by my own mother. I
wanted comforting and was ready to do whatever it took to get it. I guess
that's what was going through my mind.
     Or maybe it was just because this was Russ, the guy I'd been having
fantasies about since before I'd hit puberty. You take the man of your
dreams however you can get him and you don't ask questions.
     One or the other of those reasons was the answer so take your pick,
either one will do.
     So I said, "Yeah." and when he staggered drunkenly over with his cock
waggling at me, I scooted over to the edge of the bed and raised up onto
one elbow and he shoved his dick at me and I opened my mouth and let him
cram it in me.
     "Aaahh!" he sighed when he felt my mouth on his cock. It was all hot
and spongy and soft, it rolled across my tongue with a trail of salty spunk
and buried itself against my tonsils.
     "Agh, ah, yeah!" Russ said. "Come on, kid, suck it for me, suck it,
yeah!" He muttered. "Let me feel your tongue on it, yeah!" And when I
didn't move (heck, I didn't know what to do, other than the word "suck"
which I hadn't quite figured out yet. After all, they also called it a
blowjob.
     Suck and blow. That was what I had, those words with nothing to hang
them on, and I was about to actually suck and then blow when Russ' hands
clamped onto my head and he began to pump his cock in and out of my mouth.
     My teeth hit his cock and he went, "Uh, ow, damn it, kid, watch your
teeth, damn it!" I hastily grabbed hold with my lips (the only way I could
figure out how to get my teeth out of his way) and he went, "Oh, yeah,
yeah, that's the way, suck it for me!"
     Well, I tried to suck, but Russ was too busy hunching at my face and
held me so tight, I soon gave that up. Just held on which seemed to be all
this big stud of a man needed.
     "Uh, huh, yeah, gah, yeah!" Russ grunted as he fucked at my
face. "Gah, yeah, yeah, kid, suck it for old Russ. Gah, working for that
bitch, your mother, good to get back by fucking her boy, yeah, gah!"
     Get back at her. Yeah, that was what I wanted right then, to get back
at her. I moaned as I thought this and gripped Russ' cock the tighter, his
foreskin was a torrid serpent that rammed into my mouth.
     "Uh, huh, uh, mmmm, uh!" Russ was really pounding my face now with his
cock and I felt it all hot and steamy.
     "Gah, get it wet for me, kid, so I can fuck your tiny little butt."
Russ gasped. "Shit, kid, I'm about to cream as it is, ah, gahh-ah-ah-ah!"
     He yanked his cock out of me and panted heavily, standing over
me. "Yeah, kid, that's got it all hard. Get it wetter, 'cause I'm shoving
it up your virgin ass now, whether you want me to or not!"
     Wide-eyed (what was I getting into here?), I obeyed, running my tongue
over the hard and sticky shaft, trying to get it as wet as I could. I was
drooling on it and it was dripping when Russ said, "That's enough kid, now
hike those legs up for me, now!"
     I raised my legs up and Russ grabbed my ankles in his big paws,
practically hauling me up off the bed and then with his wet cock slapping
between my buttocks, he let go of one of my legs, hauled me up a little
higher with the other, and I felt his cockhead, guided by his now-free
hand, press against my asshole.
     I gasped as I felt him shove the hard rod into me, and then I
moaned. This was just so damned incredible! I'd heard that it hurt people
like mad to be fucked the first time. Well, either Russ knew just what he
was doing, or I was more turned on by this big stud and the situation than
I thought, or something, because I don't remember any pain at all. It was
like I was being filled full, more than full, and I looked up at this big
man, the man I'd dreamed about so much, now he was here and he was real and
he doing just what I'd wanted him to do, he was fucking me, and I didn't
hurt at all.
     But it was tight, Russ was grunting as he pushed his big cock into
me. I felt that huge pole stretching me more and more and there was more
and more of it and I just looked up at him, his face, so handsome and
responsible-looking still, softened by his desire and I...moaned! "Ohhhh!"
     Russ looked down at me and he laughed, a hard sounding thing. "Like
that, do you, kid?"
     "Yeah, oh, yeah!" I groaned. "Yeah, come on, Russ, fuck me, fuck me!"
I'd said that before, in my fantasies, and now it was here, it was real and
I didn't have to pretend!
     Russ laughed again and he said, "I should have guessed the son of the
whore would be a whore!" and he pushed in a little rougher. "Damn, you got
a tight boy-pussy on you, but I'm going to get it all in you if I have to
rip you wide open to do it!"
     Russ got that big prick of his buried inside of me and he grinned down
at me when he did, a large, bleary-eyed, widely grinning face, and it was
the face I had dreamed of and this was as close to the dream as I'd ever
get. I had him in my bed and his cock stuck up inside my butt, this was
life, this was what I wanted so bad I'd tell my mother and break her heart!
     "You got it all now, kid." he slurred at me. "You ready for the
fucking of your life?"
     "Yeah, yeah!" I said to him. "Come on, Russ, fuck me!" I said.
     "Russ?" was the voice at the door. "Russ, you in here?" A male voice.
     "Yeah, he's in here." Russ said to the man. "Come on in and you can
have him when I'm done with him." And Russ began to fuck my ass then, hard
thrusts into me and I gasped as the steel-hard dick plunged in and out of
me. "Yeah, he's just as big a faggot as his mother said, he's loving it."
Russ said.
     The other man came over and I didn't recognize him. He had light brown
hair I could tell from the light of the still-open doorway, and was a big
man, buff and wide-shouldered. A friend of Russ', that was all I knew about
him. That and he was watching Russ fuck my ass.
     "See you got the little fucker going." was his comment as Russ humped
at my butt.
     "Yeah, he's hot for it all right, just like his mother." Russ
said. "You want him when I'm done?"
     The man looked at me and my eyes met his and I waited for his
decision. "Yeah, I want him." the man said. "Always wondered what it was
like to fuck a boy."
     "It's great." Russ said. "He's a good fuck, did you know that, Wade?
You're a good fuck, kid, a good fuck!"
     I felt something I can't really explain right then, the way these two
men talked about me like this. It wasn't like I was being their whore; it
was like I was conquering something inside of me, something that had always
held me back and made me knuckle under to everyone and keep my place, mind
my manners. It drowned in the words of these men, submerged and sank like a
rock, leaving me...victorious!
     So when this other man grinned at me, knowing he was going to get me
when Russ was done, and I just moaned and my cock got so hard then it felt
like it would burst wide open! I grabbed hold and began to pound at it,
furiously, and I said, "Come on, Russ, fuck me, fuck me harder, fuck me,
stud, harder!" This, too, was words from my fantasies and furtive
reading. They sounded almost silly, saying them out loud.
     But Russ laughed and humped at me again and I pumped my pud and the
new man walked closer and took off his jacket and then his shirt, showing a
t-shirt-clad chest, so big and firm and strong that I closed my eyes and
groaned at the thought that this man would be fucking me soon.
     I was making small noises of pleasure now, while Russ slammed into my
ass, he was getting really rough now, I think Russ was close to coming,
too. He was breathing heavy, right into my face, a sour smell of alcohol
and cocktail franks and fishy concoctions, hitting me with blasts of
"ah-hah, ah-hah, ah-hah, ah-hah!"
     I felt my orgasm rise up inside me, familiar and strong, just like
when I jerked out without a man's cock in my butt, and I gasped out, "Oh,
oh, Russ, I'm going to come, I'm going to come!"
     "Yeah, come on, Russ, fuck the little bastard, fuck him hard." the
other man leered down at me. He got me when Russ was done, I think he was
trying to turn Russ on and make him hurry up. He had his pants off and
t-shirt off now, and only his briefs remained, which were tented out and
diminutive on his large frame, like they were two sizes too small for him,
maybe he did that on purpose, they were like a woman's bikini on those
muscled legs. His chest was a thick dusting of hair I could see even in the
dusky light of the room, then I couldn't see it and a third man was
entering the room.
     My God, I was going to be gang-banged here! The thought of that, of
man after man fucking me, made me moan and I spurted my jizz right up onto
Russ' chest, splattering his shirt and jacket, but most of it peppering my
stomach as I creamed all over myself.
     "Hot damn, Russ, you made the little boy-bitch come!" the second man
said. "Now, come on, shoot it in him so I can fuck him with your juices
squishing around my dick!"
     That got Russ hot, his face flushed and he went, "Oh, God, oh, God,
oh!"
     "Yeah, come on, shoot it, man, shoot it!" the second man said.
     "Uh, GUHH!" Russ said and I felt then for the first time what come
feels like.
     It stings, a lot. I could feel Russ' cock pulsing as it jetted his
wads into me and a sticky feeling permeated my ass and here and there it
stung like the blazes! But I had Russ in my face, and the blasts from his
breath onto me before was nothing compared to now, he was going,
hah-hah-hah, hard and fast, every blast buffeted my face and it was like
the scent of his beery breath was taking possession of me. I could have
other men, even right now, but Russ was my first, my very first, just like
I'd wanted.
     Russ sagged down onto me for a while, a heavy weight that nearly
crushed me into the bed, but I liked that, the way that his body was so hot
and sweaty and so drained on top of me, and I had the feel of his cock
slipping out of my ass as it softened and the way his come poured out with
it so that it was like I had been filled with his jizz, filled to
overflowing.
     Russ rolled aside and I watched the second man grab his briefs and
pull them off. And I got a better look now at the third man who had entered
the room. I knew him though not his name, he worked in accounting, I
think. Another of Mother's employees, coming up to take their serving of
me.
     The second man began to hawk spit onto his cock and rub it lewdly,
fondling it and getting it hard at the same time. I looked at that huge
tool and up at him, a big cock on a big man and I nearly swooned to think
this man was about to fuck me.
     He got it wet enough to suit himself and he climbed up on top of me
and I looked up at him, still not knowing him and I said, "What's your
name? I don't know you."
     "You don't remember Mark?" Russ asked me. "Hell, boy, he's worked for
your mother more than I have."
     "I'm sorry." I said.
     "What about David?" Russ said about the third man. "Know him?"
     "A little." I said. "I don't get down to the office much, you know."
     "He's only a school kid." Mark said as he got into position. "Just a
little boy needing a good hard fucking."
     "Yeah." Russ said.
     I felt Mark's cock pushing into me and I moaned, this one was even
bigger than Russ' and I was being stretched all over again. Again that
sense of victory filled me, I was getting just what I wanted!
     "You need to be fucked, don't you, kid?" Russ breathed at me. "Got a
lot of horny men downstairs."
     "So send them up." I said to him. "Ooh!" that was when Mark's cock hit
that warm place inside of me. I really could feel Russ' jism inside of me,
being squished around my Mark's prick driving up inside of it. "Ooh, yeah,
fuck me, Mark, fuck me!" I urged him.
     Then I looked over at David and said, "You stick around, I want you
when I'm done with him."
     David lifted his glass in a toast. "I'm waiting right here, kid." he
said. "You'd better believe it."
     Mark began to fuck at my ass and I sighed, reached up and embraced
this big, hard stud. More confident in my abilities now, I began to fuck
back at him.
     "Oh, God." David said. "God, I can't believe I'm seeing this."
     I felt...immortal, like I could do anything I wanted. So I smiled at
him, enjoying the fuck Mark was giving me but in no hurry to reach another
orgasm. So I could work on pleasing these men now in a way I couldn't
before. I smiled, and I said, "Why just watch? Get over here and I'll suck
you while you're waiting your turn."
     And a fourth man appeared at the doorway. Russ was gone, presumably to
spread the word that the boss' son was upstairs, ready to be fucked by
anyone who wanted to come up.
     And they did, a steady stream of men, that night. I wasn't keeping
track at the time, but thinking back over it, I was visited by over a dozen
men. Some of them would come in my mouth while I sucked them and was fucked
by someone else. But most of them took my sucking as a prelude and held
off, waited until they could cram their cock up my ass.
     Most were the men that worked with Mother at her office, but a few
were men I didn't know. Like the last one, that dark-haired man who'd been
with the woman that offered to tuck me in. He was there after the others
had gone and I was thinking it was over with, he walked in and said, "Hello
there, Wade."
     "Hello." I said, smiling languidly. I was exhausted and invigorated at
the same time, it was like my body was doing whatever I wanted it to do,
rest or get horny upon will. "You come up here to fuck me, too?"
     "Yes, I did." he said as he walked over.
     "Well, get those clothes off and climb in." I said to him. He smiled
right at me as he removed his clothes, and he didn't rush. It was like he
could wait.
     His way with me was gentler, kinder in a way the others hadn't been. I
realized he wasn't as intoxicated as most of them had been. His hands
stroked my body like a precious jewel, like he wanted to memorize every
piece of me. He kissed my sweat-dappled, come-splattered face and body and
it was like being kissed when I was fresh and clean and new. His tongue
came out to lick at my cheek, cleaning me the way a mother cat cleans its
kittens, he was tasting me and liking what he tasted.
     I sighed and reached down and got hold of his cock and he grunted in
approval. His cock wasn't as big as some I'd serviced that night, but it
was a nice, firm rod of some seven inches long, cut and with a finely
shaped cockhead on it, the foreskin slid over it easily and gently as I
pulled on his prick.
     He was kissing my chest and I said, "Turn around so I can suck you,"
eager to get the main action going.
     He did turn around but when I brought that perfect prick up to my
mouth, I felt his mouth surround my tinier dick. I sucked him while he
sucked me and it was better, better than Russ had been, it was like he
wasn't going anywhere and could suck me all night if that was what it took
to make me happy.
     So we sucked on each other, for quite a long time. My mouth was tired
from all the cocks I had taken and worked on so far tonight, but I was
ready to give him my last erg of energy. But when I had to give it up at
last, when I bathed him with my tongue, he understood and lifted off of me,
to take me in his arms first and only afterwards to find my ass with his
cock and drive it inside me.
     My ass, stretched out to a pliable cavity, I took him easily. And yet,
even though my butt was floating with loads of jizz shot up inside it, it
was like this was a first time for me. The difference was, this man was
gentle with me, so gentle, like he was promising something to me with his
gentleness.
     And when he fucked me, his motions were slow and kind, he brought me
up to the edge of climax before he even began to speed up in his own
passion, I clung to him like to my father, the man I hadn't seen in years,
I clung to this man and I loved him then, I held him in love and he
accepted it and took me to himself and when his back arched in desire and
he spent his load inside of me, it was like he'd placed a wedding ring on
my finger. It was that which made me reach for my own climax, and I
squirted like my first time, this was such a heavenly fuck!
     Done, he didn't drop on me like so many other men had that night, he
held himself above me, panting gently, no sour smell on his breath at all,
and he smiled at me and I smiled back and he leaned down and he kissed me,
full on the mouth, long and slow and sweet, and again I felt that this must
be what marriage is like, the complete giving of yourself, the acceptance
of the other.
     He lay down beside me, so close that I could still hold him in my arms
and he said, "It's after two a.m. Okay if I sleep here with you? Everyone
else has gone home."
     "What about your girlfriend?" I asked him. "The one that wanted to
tuck me in?"
     He shrugged. "I sent her home in a taxicab an hour ago. She's just a
woman I brought to the party, she's nothing special to me."
     "Oh." I said. "Sure, you can sleep with me."
     He pulled the covers back up and we had a tangle getting them laid out
over us, but we did and I felt warm and covered and safe for the first time
since I'd listened to my Mother blurt out my gayness to the throng gathered
to welcome in the New Year.
     "What are we going to tell my Mother when she wakes up?" I asked him
when we were settled in. "About you being in my bed?"
     He shrugged. "I can pretend I felt dizzy and found a bedroom and
passed out. Things were a little drunk down there you may recall."
     "Yeah, I know." I said.
     "You got a couple of people passed out down there including your
mother. I don't know if the caterers will push the others into taxis or
not. If they come up and find me here, I'll go with them, but I think
they've already given up and left."
     "Okay." I said and went to sleep in his arms.
     The next morning, I woke up, alone. It had been a hell of a night, but
I felt better than I had in some time. All the tension of coming out was
over, for me at least. I could get on with my life as a gay teenager.
     I went downstairs and my gentle lover of the night before was sitting
with my mother at the table, dressed in a bathrobe from the guest room
closet and eating toast like he belonged there.
     "Good morning, Mother." I said. She looked at me, weary and hungover,
but beginning to recover. "Happy New Year."
     "Good morning, dear." she said to me and offered her cheek to me. I
looked over at the man and he smiled at me.
     "This is one of our guests from last night." Mother said. "And one of
the buyers I was telling you about. Mr. Donning, of New York, I'd like to
present my son, Wade."
     "Call me Greg." he offered.
     "Good morning, Greg." I said as I shook his hand, the one that had
stroked me with passion and kindness the night before.
     "Happy New Year, Wade."
     "Mr. Donning is in town for a few days on business." Mother said. She
smiled at him and he smiled in return. "I've invited him to be our house
guest during the rest of his stay here."
     "Sounds good to me." I agreed. "I'm home from school for a few more
days, so I can show you around town if you'd like."
     "Thanks, I'd like that." Greg smiled at me and I felt a warm place in
my stomach.
     Mother looked at her watch. "I really must get into the office." she
said. "Mr Donning was kind enough to agree to a purchase contract with us,
and I need to go into the office and lay out the terms while the details
are fresh in my mind. I won't be but a few hours, I feel sure."
     "Go ahead." I said. "I'll make sure Mr. Donning is happy."
     Mother stood up and then paused, said, "Wade, about last night, I
really must apologize. I shouldn't have said that to everyone like I did."
     "It's all right, Mother." I said. "I understand."
     "We will talk later." she said. "For now, let me just say that I do
love you, Son, and I will no matter what. I need to get used to the idea of
your being gay, but I will try, I promise."
     "That's all that matters." I said.
     "Until later, then." she said. "Mr. Donning, make yourself free with
anything in the house; you are my guest and I want you to be comfortable."
     And with that, she walked off, leaving me with this man.
     "Be sure to help yourself to anything in the house." I said to him
with a smirk on my face.
     He laughed and raised his glass. "Here's to the new year and a new
beginning."
     I raised my glass of orange juice. "And to a New Year's Eve party I
will never forget!"

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