Date: Tue, 10 Apr 2007 07:52:02 -0400 (EDT)
From: Herb Cat <herb_cat@lycos.com>
Subject: Rip Folder: Around the World 1 - New York

Around the World 1 - New York

Copyright 2007 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without
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Please note: this story depicts oral and anal sex between male adults and
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The characters, locations and incidents in this story are fictional. Any
resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is
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When I wrote the 12th installment of Rip, the epilogue, I thought I was
finished, but the characters kept coming back to me, asking to be revived,
especially Malcolm, his newest boy lover Juan, and Juan's little brother
Pepito. My readers also encouraged me to continue. And so I begin this new
adventure, a trip around the world. You won't be seeing Rip himself much in
this new story; however, since the Rip saga laid the foundation for this
one, I am adding these installments to the Rip folder.

.oOo.

"Can I please have more mash tatoes, Señor Chuggy?"

"Of course you can, Pepito. You need to eat lots and get strong for your
big adventure."

Pepito's mother, Maria, couldn't stop expressing her gratitude. "Gracias,
Señor Chucky. It is so kind of you to let us stay in your apartment here
in New York. And you too, Señor Ricky."

"Believe me, Maria. We would do anything for our good friend Malcolm. How
about it, Malcolm? Are you and little Juan getting enough to eat?"

"I know I am, Chucky, and it looks like Juan here is eating enough for a
whole army!" This remark made Juan giggle, which caused him to spit mashed
potato out, and everyone laughed.

"Save some room for some of my world famous cherry pie," Ricky
advised. "So, Malcolm, I know you explained this to Chucky, but I've been
so busy getting ready for my upcoming fashion show, I haven't taken the
time to get filled in. Where exactly are you going?"

"I'm planning on going around the world with my boys here. The itinerary is
pretty rough, intentionally so." Malcolm pulled a paper out of his pocket
and handed it to Chucky. "This is our Maybe List. It has all the places we
might see."

"You didn't take me around the world when I was Juan's age," complained
Chucky, half-jokingly.

"Well, the opportunity didn't present itself then. I would have loved to do
this with all my boys."

Ricky continued his questions, "So, what happened that gave you the
opportunity now, Malcolm?"

"Well, you remember Tony."

"Tony Johnson?"

Chucky corrected Ricky, "No, the other Tony, the tennis star. Of course we
knew him as just a local kid before he made it big."

Malcolm continued, "Well, he certainly did make it big. But he's decided to
quit the professional circuit. He's thirty now, and he sees a lot of young
competitors biting at his heels. His father has been after me for years to
sell the racquet club. Finally, with his son available now, they made me an
offer I couldn't refuse, $2.5 million. Plus I get to keep a 5% interest in
the club. Having Tony's name on the sign should bring in lots of new
business. And what's more, I can come by any time to give private lessons
to young boys."

"Wow, that sounds like a sweetheart deal, all around."

"So, I went to my accountant and he put me into some investment funds that
should keep me comfortable for the rest of my life. I figured I'd worked
hard for over twenty years; it was time to enjoy myself. I'd always wanted
to see the world. And of course, I wanted to take Juan along with me,
`cause he's my little sweetheart." Malcolm kissed the top of Juan's
head. His sweetheart was just over four feet tall, not fat but well toned
for his height. He had a lovely light coffee skin color, jet black hair,
and big round innocent black eyes. Malcolm continued his answer to Ricky,
"Then I thought Juan and his brother would miss each other for all those
months, so I decided to ask Pepito to come also. I told him he'd have to
share a bed with Juan and me but he didn't seem to mind."

"Nah, I don't mind, Señor Malcolm. Juan says it's fun in bed with you. I
can't wait to see what you guys do. He says you guys fug."

"Hehe, yep, we do, Pepito. You'll get a chance to watch us do lots of fun
things." Poor Pepito was kind of scrawny. He had his brother's skin and
hair, but not his robust healthy-looking body. But he always knew what to
say that would turn Malcolm to mush. Malcolm went on, "I know that two
little boys can sometimes be a handful, so I was hoping Maria would might
go with us. Luckily for me, she agreed to come along."

"Oh, Señor Malcolm, I am the lucky one. I've never been anywhere except
Mexico and the US. My poor Pedro, God bless his soul, worked so hard but he
never earned enough to do something like this."

"I'm glad I can do it for Pedro's two wonderful niños, Maria."

Ricky still had a lot of questions. "It's a long time to leave your house,
Malcolm."

"Well, that's where Chucky's brother comes in. Harry was `between jobs,' as
they say. . . ."

"Like always," laughed Chucky. "He was all excited when he called to tell
me you asked him to housesit while you're gone. He'll get to use both the
house in town and the cabin at the lake."

"And my car," added Malcolm.

"Shit, really? He didn't tell me that. Hope you still have something left
of it when you get home."

"Your brother's a good kid, Chucky. He just needs to learn to focus is
all."

"Well, when Harry told me you guys would be coming through New York on your
way to Europe, I insisted that you stay here with us a few days."

"And I seconded that," added Ricky. "It's always good to see people from
the old home town. And we finally get to use the guest bedroom."

Maria apologized, "I feel terrible taking that big bed and making Señor
Malcolm sleep on the pull out bed in the living room."

"No, Maria," Malcolm insisted. "With all these men around, a lady needs her
privacy. And anyway, as long as I can share my bed with your two precious
angels, I'm happy. You know that."

Ricky speculated, "I'm sure you're going to be in some very interesting
sleeping accommodations on this trip. Some hotels will probably assume
you're man and wife."

"Yes, I thought of that. And that mistake could actually make things easier
for us in some countries. And I couldn't think of a prettier woman to have
as my wife." Malcolm winked.

Maria blushed. "Oh, Señor Malcolm."

"Is Señor Malgum going to marry Mommy, Juan," Pepito asked
innocently. Everyone laughed.

"No, Silly," Juan said. But his brother was still confused.

"Don't you love Mommy, Señor Malgum?"

"Pepito, I like your Mommy a lot. She is the best mother in the world for
you boys. But I could never love her the way your daddy did." Then, turning
to Ricky, Malcolm continued, "It took us longer to get ready than I
thought. The boys had to get passports, and that took a long time. They
also had appointments with Dr. Gupta."

"OK," Ricky continued, "But what about the boys' school? They're going to
miss a whole year."

"Juan is in sixth grade now and Pepito just went into first. Maria and I
spoke to both their teachers. They filled us in on the whole curriculum,
and I don't see any problem. Of course both boys are going to get a
hands-on course in world geography. And we'll visit historic sites, and
learn all about the different cultures. I hope they learn that all people
are pretty much the same under the skin. For math, we'll be changing
dollars into Euros and all kinds of other currency, as well as converting
kilometers to miles and celsius to fahrenheit, and kilograms, and liters,
and all sorts of practical problems like that. For Science, we'll find out
what animals live in different ecosystems."

"And they'll be learning a lot about human anatomy too," Ricky joked. "At
least the male anatomy. So what about reading and writing?"

"We have a laptop with us and we'll do lots of reading online about the
places we go to. And we set up a blog. Juan is going to post reports about
what he's doing for his teacher to read, as well as his friends, and my
friends, and anyone else that's interested. And Pepito will draw pictures
to post there."

"Chucky and I will watch for it. We want to learn all about what you're
doing, Juan."

"Uh," Chucky decided to qualify, "I don't think you need to tell all the
details, though, on your blog. You don't want to get poor Malcolm into
trouble."

"Don't worry, Chucky, Juan is just as discrete as you were. You can be sure
we'll be having lots of fun that you won't read about on the blog."

"Psst, Juan," whispered Pepito, "what's duz grete?"

"That means I ain't gonna write about us fucking and stuff. That's like a
secret."

"Oh, OK. Then I won't draw pitchers of that neither." Again, everyone
laughed, and Malcolm gave Pepito a big hug.

One more thing bothered Ricky. "Uh, Malcolm, Chucky told me about Pepito's
condition."

"I got epilepsy." Pepito announced like it was a badge of honor. Then he
proudly showed Ricky his Medic Alert bracelet. "I used to get fits, but I
don't get them no more."

"Pepito's right. Maria and I spoke to Dr. Gupta and the Dylantin seems to
be working. The pharmacist was able to get us a 6 month supply, and if we
run out he can FedEx more. We made sure the laptop was flicker-free, and it
comes with an antiglare screen. We bought him some polarized sunglasses for
outdoors. Pepito knows not to sit too close to the TV, and more and more
countries are now adopting the UK standards for TV broadcasts, which has
really helped cut down on problems. We might encounter some odd things in
other countries like faulty fluorescent bulbs. We'll have to always be on
our toes, but we'll be monitoring him, and I think we're OK. We have
Dr. Gupta's number handy if anything happens. He also gave us the name of a
restaurant in New Delhi. His brother owns it and he said if we get to India
we have to be sure to go there for the greatest curry in the world."

"Señor Riggy?"

"Yes, Pepito?"

"I log your earring. It's real pretty."

"Well, thank you, young man. Maria, I see your youngest boy has excellent
tastes in fashion."

Juan spoke up, "Señor Malcolm has a nose ring."

Chucky and Ricky looked at Malcolm, whose face was turning a little
red. "Is that true, Malcolm?"

"Well, yes, but I don't wear it often. I didn't think it looked too
professional at the club. And out in public, I thought it would attract too
much attention. Juan, you can probably find it in my suitcase?" Juan ran to
get it. "Sometimes, at home, I put it in, and then if I'm at a gay pride
parade or in a real `gay' neighborhood, one with biker bars, I might wear
it."

"But I don't even see a hole?"

Juan came back with the ring and something else which he held behind his
back. Malcolm slipped the ring through his septum. "Wow," said Ricky, "not
many guys get their septum pierced. Yeah, I can see how that could `cause
heads to turn in public."

"I sure don't remember you having that when I used to come to your house,"
remarked Chucky.

"No, I got it pierced a couple years later when I was in New Guinea." Juan
brought his hand out from behind his back holding the monkey bone. "Oh,
Juan, you really do know how to embarrass a guy." At everyone's urging,
Malcolm took out the gold ring and slipped in the bone. Pepito started
giggling like mad, probably thinking of a picture he was going to
draw. Malcolm took it out again. My time with the Sambia was so memorable,
I carry the bone with me as a keepsake."

"Are we going to visit them on our trip, Señor Malcolm?"

"Well, gee, maybe we should. I'd like to see the village again. And see how
Torang is doing." Malcolm took out a pen and added Sambia to the Maybe
List.

"I log your nose ring, Señor Malgum," said Pepito. "It makes you lug
pretty." At the little boy's urging, Malcolm put the gold ring back in his
nose.

"I don't like it." Juan contested. "It scratches when you put your nose in
my ass." Again everyone laughed.

Chucky imagined that the monkey bone would scratch even worse. "Hmm,"
thought Malcolm, "I'll have to ask Torang what it feels like getting rimmed
by a man with a bone stuck through his nose."

"I think your ring makes you look like Toro," said Maria. She explained how
growing up in Mexico, she often saw the bulls on their way to the bullring,
and they always had rings in their noses.

"Malcolm's nose isn't his only part that's like a bull," joked Chucky. For
the rest of their stay in New York, he referred to Malcolm as Señor Toro,
and every time it made the boys giggle. But Malcolm kept his nose ring
packed away.

.oOo.

Juan's Blog

September 10 - We got to New York two days ago. It is not like Minnesota at
all! We are staying in a nice big apartment in Manhattan with these men
Malcolm knows from back home. We can see Central Park. Yesterday we went to
F A O Schwartz. It's a big big big toy store. We wanted to buy lots of
things but we didn't `cause we was going on a trip and it was too much to
carry on the plane. But Pepito and me each bought a teddy. Malcolm said
they was travel bears. I named mine Rascal and Pepito's bear is Oso. Then
we went to the Empire State Building and it was like so high up I wondered
if I could see my house but Malcolm said no. The next day we took a boat
called the Circle Line and saw everything in the city. Mommy cried when she
saw the Statue of Liberty. She said we live in a great country. Tomorrow
morning, we are going to go to the World Trade Center. They once was two
big buildings there that got blowed up by bad people, and tomorrow they
will have a ceremony there to remember it. Then later we'll go to Time
Square where they have a place called TKTS, and we will get tickets for one
of the Disney shows. I don't know which one. And then the next day we will
take the Red Eye. That's a plane that goes to London. We miss all our
friends.

Juan

.oOo.

Following their last breakfast in New York, Chucky was helping Malcolm run
through a final check of everything for the trip: passports, medication,
digital camera, laptop, layered clothing, KY, ATM card, etc., etc. Across
the kitchen table, Ricky was telling Maria about his three trips to Paris
to visit the couturiers, and also the two weeks he and Chucky spent renting
a villa outside of Nice. Maria thought they should add Nice to the Maybe
List. Juan was busy in the corner writing his blog. After a while, Maria
realized Pepito was being kind of quiet and decided to check on him. She
came back in a few minutes and whispered to the three men to come and see
something. Quietly, they followed her into the living room and saw Pepito
kneeling beside the fold out bed where Rascal and Oso were playing, lost in
his own imaginary world. Apparently, after a couple nights in bed with
Malcolm and Juan, the two bears had observed a lot and were anxious to try
some things themselves.

"I love you," Pepito whispered in his Rascal bear voice.

"I love you too," said a slightly higher bear voice, and the two bears
pressed their snouts together, and tenderly kissed as Pepito smacked his
lips over and over. Then Rascal moved down Oso's chest kissing every hair
on his well stuffed pecs and abs, and finally buried his button nose into
Oso's crotch accompanied by slurping noises. "Oh, yes, that feels so good,"
squeaked little Oso. "Now let me sug yours." Oso then went to work on
Rascal's invisible beartool.

"I want to rim you now, Oso."

"OK!" And Rascal buried his furry face into Oso's furry rear end, along
with more slurping sounds.

"Are you gonna fug me now, Rascal?"

"Yes, my sweet little angel bear." Pepito pressed the two dolls together
front to front. "I love you so much, Oso. You are the best little bear in
the whole world." But apparently, the mish position wasn't satisfying
enough because then Pepito took Oso and bent him in two so Rascal could
begin humping him doggy style. For two little stuffed animals just recently
immigrated from F A O Schwartz, these bears were now getting into their
lustful sex big time. "Oh, yes, yes, yes." Finally, Pepito turned Oso again
and pulled his legs apart in a position a Steif bear was probably not
designed to assume, and Rascal thrust himself between them. In no time,
every sweaty hair on the little doll's body stood erect as Rascal
whispered, "I'm gonna gum." The bear froze in position and then poured his
imaginary bearspunk into Oso's invisible love tunnel. The two horny animals
then flopped on the bed and smothered each other in loving kisses.

Ricky grabbed a nearby box of Kleenex and passed them out for all four
adults had tears in their eyes. They quietly went back to the kitchen,
leaving Pepito to his delightful imagination. Malcolm smiled and wondered
if Steif made any anatomically correct little bears. Ricky said he had two
Billy Dolls, real collectors items, but he thought the bears were probably
the best for little Pepito. Chucky laughed when he thought what those bears
would look like in a few months, with their fur worn off various parts of
their bodies.

Maria said, "Well, I think it was really sweet. Pepito is lucky to learn so
early how loving and compassionate sex could be. On my wedding night, I was
scared stiff. I didn't know what to expect and poor Pedro, God bless his
soul, had to exercise all his charms to get me into bed."

While Maria was packing her suitcases, Ricky took Malcolm aside. "Listen,
I've written a letter to my friend Pierre. He's a very creative
up-and-coming couturier with a studio in Paris." Ricky showed Malcolm the
letter.

"Are you sure about this, Ricky?"

"Absolutely. These past few days I've seen what a true lady Maria is. After
all she's been through, she deserves this. But, please, she mustn't know
anything about it."

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me."

At 8 PM, Malcolm, Maria, Juan and Pepito were in their first class seats
aboard British Airways flight 116 en route to Heathrow.