Date: Sat, 7 Aug 2004 02:39:28 -0400
From: rondoray@webtv.net
Subject: The Other Ones 13

Daddy Santa Claus
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     Well, if you have a rich
Daddy like we do it shows now
and again.

     Christmas and holidays in
General or just about any old
time he could come home with
gifts for somebody, when he
went far afield for the company
he could bring back some real
zingers.

     Martin and I were both in
bed wide awake just about an
hour before you could see the
sun rise.

     Softly we conversed as we
both laid in our beds and stared
at the ceiling, not touching.

     "The last time he went to
England and he brought us
both back an Atari set, I had a
bit of trouble figuring out why
he got us those, they sell
those things right in town".

     "Yeah, he brought us back
new bikes too, scads more
efficient than the old ones we
had, English mountain bikes
with fifteen speed gears".

     "He just may bring us back
some of that turkeys and silver
jewelry that the Indians make
by hand" I mused, "There's a
lot of it out there where he
went".

     "That's 'Turqoise' jewelry
Brother dear, you should know
that".

     "Yeah, I should" I said, taking
a playful poke at him, when I
did he grabbed my hand and
held on to it, I didn't try to pull
it away, I was glad he was
holding it.

     Then, looking at me out of
the tops of his eyes he brought
it to his lips and gently kissed
my fingers.

     We kept our beds only two
inches apart, there was a
reason for this too.

     Rolling over closer to him I
said "You've got my hand
hostage so I just thought I'd
send the rest of me over too".

     All we were wearing were
our jockey shorts, the Summer
had set in with it's high
temperatures so that's how we
slept.

     We embraced and snuggled
into each other closely, we both
knew at once that we had
erections and we pushed our
aroused groins into each other
fiercely.

     Reaching down I pulled his
briefs off and then I got into
position a little bit better and
began to give him a blow job,
at the same time he went and
pulled my shorts off too.

     "Oh Chrissey, it's like you're
making the sun come up by
sucking me off" and it was a
valid illusion cause as I labored
on his willy the air in and out of
the bedroom was getting
brighter.

     I was still sleepy a little and
he was too and we both relaxed
just enough so he cummed, oh
my, Marty could form a real
gusher if it was early enough
in the day.

     "Now you" he said and rolled
over and raised his rump into
the air and rested his head on
the bed.

     I got the grease and did what
had to be done, then I knelt up
behind him and put it in, then I
got right to work rolling my hips
so I was driving my cock right
up into him, "Oooooooooh, yes
Chrissey, that feels so good"
and my heart began to pound.

     In the still brightening dawn
we went on, writhing and
squirming, weaving and rolling
every which way but perfectly
syncronized even so, thrills and
increasing emotions were
rocketing us to a flashpoint
where we would soon have our
first cum of the day in each
other's arms and it was going
to be a long day too, of that I
was sure.

     Then I shot it up into him
and we went "Ooooooooooo"
and then we laid there for a
while and he pulled himself
away and said "Let's get our
breakfast" and we started
getting dressed.

     We did that fast enough
and went shooting down the
stairs in the way that only
eleven year olds can, then, as
we were walking into the
kitchen who do you suppose
was sitting there over a big
plate of eggs, bacon, sausage
and hash brown potatoes.

     Well, Daddy's the only one
we know who eats stuff like
that for breakfast.

     "Hi guys" he said and we
said "Hi Daddy".

     In Tijuana he had gotten a
deep, golden tan thanks to the
Mexican weather and he looked
great.

     We poured corn flakes in
the bowls in front of us topping
it off with milk and strawberry
preserves made and canned
by Nana and Mother personally,
then, after we both poured
some orange juice I said "We
missed you Daddy".

     "I missed you guys too but
the front office told me that I
could spend the winter here
and I won't have to go in the
field again till May so I guess
I won't leave you for a while".

     We kept working on our
delicious breakfast of cornflakes
and strawberry jam swimming
in milk and Daddy continued,

     "Did you guys ever hear of a
factory in Mexico, the Bultaco
plant"? and we said

     "No".

     "Well, like a lot of places
in the World they make Motor
bikes, some are pretty good
too".

     "They make big cycles like
Harley Davidson and they also
make little motorbikes and
mopeds".

     "The small ones aren't fast
enough so you can ride them on
the open road in highway traffic
but on a farm they're one way
for kids to get around and they
go about as fast as a horse".

     "Come on out back a
minute boys" he said and we
did.

     Parked in the back was a
small recreational vehicle and
it had a trailer hooked onto the
back of it, a flat one with no
sides or tailgate.

     Firmly latched to the floor
of this trailer and tied down
with lashings were three two
wheeled motor vehicles of
some kind and Daddy said,
"Read what's written on the
gas tanks Chrissey" and I said

     "It says 'Bultaco' on all three
of them Daddy" and Daddy said
"Read some more" and the
bike on the right said 'Chris'
and the one in the middle said
'Daddy Cyrus' (Daddy's name)
and the one on the left said
'Martin'.

     "They've got our names on
them Daddy" and Daddy said,
"Souvenirs of Mexico for all
three of us" and me and Martin
said "Thanks Daddy".

     Then he went into the trailer
and brought out three Miriachi
style sombreros, and several
different size boxes.

     Six in all and in twos the
same size, marked with our
names and decorated in
Mexican motifs, Martin and I
opened the ones that were the
largest but the same size first.

     Inside  there were black
leather vests in each one,
decorated with a number of
turquise and silver conchos,
four on the front and four on
the back.

     The only closure on the front
was two buttons and a string
loop.

     "Thanks Daddy, they look
great."

     And the other boxes had in
them rings and I.D. bracelets,
all done in turquoise and silver.

     "It's going to be a hot one
again today, if you want to go
in the R.V. and change into
them there's some cool clothes
in there for you to wear".

     We looked into the R.V.
and we saw too pairs of black
cowboy boots and two pairs of
black leather speedos, we
changed into them and while we
were in there Daddy had taken
down our new mopeds and they
were standing on the ground
now on their kickstands.

     Rodney came over, he had
been watching from a discreet
distance, "Hi guys" he said,
"Boy your Father sure got you a
lot of great stuff" and Cyrus
said

     "Is this the same Rodney
that I used to know, gosh, how
nice he's become".

     "We did it with love Daddy,
all he wanted was somebody to
ball with and boy, does he know
how to make love".

     Cyrus said, "I didn't like the
old Rodney at all but as he is
now he looks very interesting"
then he said to Rodney,

     "If you don't mind riding on
my gas tank I'd like you to come
along with us when we road test
our new bikes" and Rodney said,

     "I'd be honored".