Date: Sun, 2 Dec 2012 19:23:15 -0800 (PST)
From: Tchase Mcphee <survivalgame@rocketmail.com>
Subject: THeRe's A MAn KiSSiNG SANTa CLaUs! 01  (~*New!*~)

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"THeRe's A MAn KiSSiNG SANTa CLaUs!" 01
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Joshie's older brother and he, had been shopping Braddock's department
store for 2 hours this morning. Lo and behold, he discovers, a unique
sighting for a 14 year old, in a public place, the `man in red' kissing
another man!

`Like, oh my gawd!' Stevie, Joshie's older brother, hoped the kid hadn't
seen it, what he had just witnessed himself!

Unfortunately, not that Stevei felt he could not explain away the
occurrence, Joshua tags the end of Stevie's scarf he's wearing around the
neck, asking, "Stevie," Joshie had nicknamed him, "how come there's a man
kissing Santa Claus?"

^ o ^

Fifteen minutes prior to this, `Santa' counted down the minutes, waiting
till he could turn off the holiday cheer and enjoy a half hour break.

Originally, in the past, Braddock's only granted fifteen minutes of break
time. However, during the interview process, Giles London, stage name for
`Joshua Bates', very sneakily convinced the human resources manager `why'
double time could be advantageous. Even though playing Santa wasn't the
apex of his acting agenda, it's been known Braddock's reached above the
union salary, plus, depending on how effective the acting skills, could
generate a booty of gift cards, something a plus for an out of work actor
during the holidays.

Stephen Braddock, whom had contacts with the modeling world, always left it
up to an agency to find the ideal Santa Clauses for his stores. Of course,
the Santa for his downtown New York City store had to be the perfect
embodiment of `the man', both in vitality and stature. However, 4 years
ago, Stephen `threw out' the concept of a `fat' old man and addressed the
obesity issue, at least how he rationalized things, seeking out a more
leaner and younger Santa. It helped, sales over the years, all those young
ladies, and men, gobbling up the goods, when Santa was strategically placed
midway between the ladie's and men's departments, since his store was more
geared to the upscale and upbeat crowd. It also helped tremendously, having
his friend, Alex Nouguet, design a new, trimmer look for the Santa Claus
outfit!

There was Giles London, wading through the men's department, on his way to
the rather lux break room. More than a vending machine, a small snack bar
was catered by an outsourced company, dealing with small time jobs such as
this, yet met the criteria for an upscale retail business. If an employee
didn't have $3.50 in pocket expense for a cup of deluxe, gourmet coffee,
they spent a lot of time at the water fountain!

He had spotted this dude in the crowd at the beginning of his shift, big
brother to a little kid, but he knew the older bro tried looking beneath
the outfit. Giles couldn't give up the fantasy of how hot it would be, if
this dude was on his lap, telling him what he would like `Santa' to deliver
under the tree... or right to his bedroom?! Regardless, the guy left his
business card, `accidentally' dropping it, right in front of Giles, then
after he picked it up for the stranger, whose name on the card read: Thomas
Froyd, was told, `Keep it!'

In the week since Giles started the Santa gig, he's received eleven
business cards from 10 men and 1 woman interested in buying or selling
`something more' which graced the shelves and tables of Braddock's
department store. Of all, this one dude seemed to match Giles in age
and... Sure was handsome!

Told in the very, very beginning of his employment career at Braddock's,
which if it pleased Mr. Braddock, future opportunities existed. The human
resources manager, even though quite taken by Giles London's appearance and
manner in which he presented himself, was not fooled by the bit of acting
expertise. After all of ten minutes into the interview, standing eye to eye
and crotch to crotch, the manager warned Giles about any `after hours'
playfulness with customers. It would just look bad for Braddock's, if
anything negative resulted!

However, this Thomas Froyd and Giles had exchanged looks several times,
catching each other's eyes, after Tom's little brother had sat upon his
lap, which didn't turn Giles on. Little boys didn't... Big boys did!

It was this little act, instigated by Thomas Froyd, calling attention to
Giles, a finger pointing at what was hanging at the foot of the hallway,
saying, `misletoe!', which was the reason why Tom had jumped at him, while
Giles passed under it and stole a kiss off his cheek!

Though Tom had checked the immediate surrounding area, he couldn't see the
two standing in the aisle which led right up to the hallway, guarded on
both sides by high clothing fixtures.

`Joshua Drake' was a smart kid for his age. He had already figured out on
his own that his older step-brother didn't like girls.

Rather, as Stevie set the kid straight, "It's not I don't like girls, I
just like guys better!"

It turned into an education for Joshie, learning a lot about being
gay. Since he really liked Stevie, taking up the slack when his parents
weren't around, something the 14 year old appreciated, since he got to go
to the zoo, museum and other cool places he liked to visit and spend some
loot.

He totally was okay with it, when Stevie asked, "But don't tell the
`rents?"

Cool with his older step-brother being gay, he could even joke about it,
remarking in a smart-alecky manner, "How come you let that guy beat you to
it, Stevie?"

"Don't be a wiseass, Joshie!" Stevie reprimanded him, but wasn't too tough
on the kid, because he wondered himself why he let the other dude `use' the
mistletoe.

Maybe not a wiseass all the time, Joshie could be `wise', "Are you going to
ask him out?"

"Maybe," Stevie replies, the 23 year old facing his younger brother, away
from the kissing act, "but we're supposed to be looking for a present for
dad?"

As they walked down the alley and into the heart of the men's department,
Stevie did cast his chin over his shoulder. He saw that it was probably an
unrehearsed act the guy did, walking up to `Santa' and giving him a peck on
the cheek. He smiled though, thinking how `Santa' didn't seem to appreciate
it, holding the guy off, a hand against his chest and the look of dismay on
his face. Either that, or an instant gaydar `fail'.

Okay, so it's not like Stevie didn't do something like that himself, but it
wasn't exactly in a public place, rather at the end of a class he was
taking at Columbia University, after class time ran out, on `Andean
Architecture', figuring it was now or never. Through almost the whole class
time the professor was presenting every fact, like talking directly to
Stevie, like he was the only person in the room. Therefore, how could
Stevie `not' take this as a flirt. However, different than the `Santa'
incident, Professor Salgado rather accepted the affection and pushing the
door closedwith his foot, promoted the action, deeply kissing Stevie back.

Walking over to the door, making sure it was secured from the inside,
Juanjo took Stevie into the smaller studio, where he allowed the professor
to slowly undress him.

They weren't that far apart in age, Stevie's 23 years, compared to Juanjo's
32, but they fit together on the `drawing board', a long, rectangular
table, like pieces of a puzzle. Afterwards, Stevie had to admit to Juanjo,
it was the hottest fuck he's ever had!

That was then and this is now. Nothing became of that incident, except
probably Stevie getting a good grade on a paper he thought was mediocre.

Right now, he was letting the moment flee, until Joshie outrightly says,
"He looks good, Stevie?"

Fondling a few pairs of socks, Stevie replies, "How would you know anything
about boys?" A second thought, "Hey, you're not..."

"Like you? I don't think so, but I think guys can be cool?"

It didn't really say much for Joshie, still keeping Stevie in the dark,
which a question would be the only time some light would be shed on what
his younger step-bro is thinking. Often Stevie would think, `Why can't he
be like other 14 year olds?'

On the other side of the coin, regardless of age, Joshie was wondering if
his brother couldn't be like other gay men? More oft than not, Joshie's
interpretation of gay life is men, chasing after other men. While looking
through socks, it came to the kid, "Stevie?"

"No, for the tenth time, I'm not kissing Santa!" Stevie declares, laughing
it off.

"That wasn't my question."

"Oh," Stevie replies. "What was your question?"

"How about these green socks?" Joshie holds up a pair of BOSS socks, black
with lime green stripes running horizontally.

"That's your question?" Stevie feels disappointment, gypped out of some
gay-related subject.

Skipping over the socks, Joshua point blank asks, "Can two gay guys be like
mom and dad?"

"Married? Sure."

"When do you think you're getting married, Stevie?"

"As soon as I meet a nice guy. By the way, I don't think dad will like the
stripes."

Turning around, Joshie has a feeling they are looking in the wrong
department, since all the socks on the table are striped. Behind his back,
he snatches a package off a hook, "Hey, it's your friend's underwear!"

In his hand were a package of Nouguet briefs, famous for the little
`pocket' in the front, which could pack in a hefty load!

"Nah," Stevie knows from `sources', "I don't know if you have observed it,
but dad really doesn't `have it' anymore?"

This was a sticky subject, Stevie not wanting to have a conversation
stirred up over the size of their father's cock, limiting matters,
"Something to pack the pocket in the front?"

Looking at the packet strangely, Joshua's attention is drawn to the picture
of the `deli-pickle-sized' pocket, "Oh, you mean his penis!" he exclaims.

Looking around, Stevie swallows before telling, "Will you shut up about
that stuff, Joshie. You know we don't talk about that stuff in public!"

"You told your friend Michael some guy had a big `cock' and it was in
public?!"

Thinking back, Stevie had arrived at home with his friend Michael, directly
from the club, sneaking in the front door of his loft home, whereas Joshie
was spending the night, which he honestly forgot, or else he wouldn't have
brought Michael home, "And when did you hear this?"

"I got tired of watching Tv and went to bed, but woke up and couldn't
sleep. I got up to get something to drink and was hanging out in the
kitchen and heard you say it. By the way, I forgot to tell you, mom says
not to leave me alone anymore when I come over to visit you!"

"Oh really? Since when did that bitch of a mother of yours start caring
about her son?" Stevie replies, with animosity.

"She might not be `your' mother but she's `my' mother and you shouldn't be
calling her that?" Joshie defends.

"She's cheating on dad," Stevie replies.

Reflections on the first time Stevie brought it up, Joshie says, "How do
you know it wasn't somebody from an art gallery she was with, who was doing
business with her?"

"`Doing business', you got that right, but it wasn't anything like
Kandinsky they were talking about!"

Knowing Stevie was right, Joshie didn't have a leg to stand on, "Oh."

As they are talking, they hear a commotion, two men walking in their
direction, a band of others behind them.

"Hey, Stevie, it's your friend!"

True to Joshie's assumption, there he was, the man Stevie had met on the
beach at their East Hampton beach address.

Teasing, Joshie, whom Stevie freely confided in, even about gay matters,
because justly, he figured it was that kind of a world and a kid knowing
about things were a part of education, before they hit that age and walked
into a lifetime where everything was strange, different and it was better
to be informed of things, Joshie says to his brother, "Your `fantasy man'?"

Again, Stevie had to remind his little brother, "Wanna shut up about that!"

Yet, as Alex Nouguet and Stephen Braddock approached, Stevie `felt
something', after viewing Alex this past summer on the beach, dressed in
his own line of swim trunks, something a little more than a G-string, a
pocket, much like his briefs line, attached to the strings at each side of
the torso.

Soon as Alex lay eyes on the mens department, he walks right over to the
sock table, "Hey, how's it going?"

Watching, Joshie says, "His name is Stevie!"

Turning from smiling at Stevie, Alex replies, "I `know' his name is
Stevie!"

Smart-aleck `Joshie' says, "Then how come you called him `Steven' last
summer?"

Stevie says, "Don't mind the little brat, Alex."

"I'm not a brat," `the brat' replies.

Alex cracks half a smile and not being able to hide the truth, "Okay, so I
forgot your uncle's name."

"He's my brother," Joshie sets Alex straight.

"Oh. Right. I knew that, not!" Alex laughs.

"It doesn't matter," Stevie speaks to his brother. "Important thing is he
didn't forget our faces, right?"

He should have made it a statement, not a question, Joshie replying, "Maybe
more?"

Alex replies, laughing it off, "Young kids, they're getting smarter
everyday, just like my Justin!"

"You're a father?" Joshie asks. "You have a kid?"

"A little younger than you," Alex figures.

"How could you?"

All this time, Stevie is rolling his eyes.

Fortunately for the three, something had caught Stephen Braddock's eyes, an
arrangement of fixtures in the men's department.

Thinking it meant 2 gay guys `owning' a child, Alex gets out of a long,
drawn out explanation, "How could we not?"

Not wanting to admit it stumped him, Joshie says, "Yeah, right. That's what
I thought."

Stevie had to admit Joshie played it smart, "Good, now can we get on with
this shopping trip?"

"I see you're looking at a package of my briefs. I don't think they come in
your size?" Alex confronts Joshie.

Joshie reports, "They weren't for me. They're for our dad, but Stevie says
his penis is too small for it!"

Rather than carry on such a sensitive subject with a kid, Alex turns on the
`big brother', "You said that about your own father, Stevie?"

He wasn't exactly covering for his older brother, rather presenting the
facts as they were, Joshie cutting in, "Imagine we buy this for our dad and
then he has to bring it back because he's not packing it?"

Alex roared with laughter. Stevie didn't know whether to be embarrassed or
go along with it, because of Joshie trying to convey personal feelings,
only to have it come out like a joke!

"What's so funny?" the owner of Braddock's asks, approaching the square
sock table. "By the way, kid," he confides in Joshie, "it'll probably be a
few years before you can fit into those!" he giggles.

Alex says, "Stephen, don't be a dork! The briefs are for their father!"

"Oh!" he whips his head around, facing Alex, "Are they really?" Saying
`really', he then discovers a guy, almost Alex's age, standing there too,
addressing him, "Hello. Have we met?"

Joshie was becoming a regular standup comic, "Pick-up line, Stevie!"

He couldn't possibly tell Joshie to shut up, instead, answering truthfully,
"Not unless you were on the beach in East Hampton, when I met Alex?"

More informative, Joshie tells Stephen, "Our family has a house on the
beach. They let Stevie and me stay there all summer, because Stevie is an
artist and needed a place to stay for inspraytion."

Stevie corrects, "He means `inspiration'."

Stephen replies, "Well, I hope `Alex' was enough inspiration?"

Joshie, dwelling on what Alex said before, "Sounds kind of dorky, Stephen!"

Stevie reprimands in one exclaimed word, "Joshua Drake?!"

Normally, it was `Joshie', since they became good friends, Stevie having to
have changed Joshie's diapers on occasion, reminding Joshie he `owed him',
for getting squirted in the face numerous times. Since he turned ten,
Stevie has been more of a mother and father to him than his own `blood'. At
times, Joshie has felt bad for his brother, for him having a mother and his
step-brother losing his own mom to cancer.

"What?!" Joshie shoots back.

"Oh forget it," Stephen replies, upbeat, condemning himself, "I guess I
shouldn't mention things like that in front of..."

Alex cuts him off, "Shame on you, Stephen," turning to Joshie, "Joshua,
that's your name, because I forgot?"

"That's me!" Joshie replies, "but Stevie calls me Joshie. You can call me
Joshie too!"

"Adam?!" Stephen summons his assistant to his side, "Yes, Mr. Braddock?"

Not getting the connection, Joshie asks, "Wow! You're Mr. Braddock who owns
Braddock's?"

Mimicking Joshie, Stephen replies, "That's me!"

"Extend these two gentlemen a line of credit, Adam?" Talk about outspoken,
Stephen turns to Joshie's bro and says, "By the way, Stevie, Adam is still
single!"

Alex confides, "We were both right, Joshie, Stephen `is' a dork!"

The two laughed off their private joke.

However, Stevie wasn't following their scene, watching Adam type some stuff
into his laptop, watching Stephen, giving his good friend, Alex Nouguet,
the evil eye!

While doing his laptop work, Adam slowly sashays over to where Stevie is
standing, finally uttering, "This is how it will work," he looks up,
forgets what he's saying, instead, "Gee you have such nice green eyes!"

"Hazel?" Stevie returns the gaze.

"Very perceptive," Adam replies, but skips over the flirt for now, "by the
way, anything you purchase, up to $500, is on the house. Walking over to
the Nouguet briefs rack, Adam pulls off a pair, "I bet you would look hot
in these?"

`This could be fun', Stevie thought, walking over to the same rack, saying,
"Nah. Black is more my color?"

Acting disappointed, Adam says, "Oh really? Makes it tougher to view the
outlines!"

"Hey, a bulge is a bulge!"

"Right," Adam replies. "Um, what size would you be needing?"

"We're here to shop for our father, not me."

"Darned-it!" Adam denounces, "How else am I going to find out how big you
are?!"

Stevie says, "Um, either hand or wrapping your lips around it?"

"Hmm, I was thinking of asking you out to dinner?"

The `Santa' was very cute, especially with that red cap, but right this
minute, `red' wasn't on Stevie's brain, confronted with such a charming
individual, "Sure. I'd love to have dinner with you... that is if I can
find a baby sitter?"

Knowing Stevie talked about Joshie, Adam says, "He's more mature than most
kids his age?"

"I know, but the last time I left him alone, at my loft, he `accidentally'
mentioned it to his `mother'," Stevie spoke down about her, "and the bitch
blew her cool on me."

"Hmm, I'd love the opportunity to blow my cool on you?"

It sounded corny to Stevie and not that he had to put Adam in his place,
like he felt the parental role model kick in, "I don't know who's dorkier,
you or Stephen?"

They both laughed, but it was no laughing matter both were semi-hard and
looking forward to dinner later. Adam informed him, if we fed Joshie, it
would not be an imposition to drop him off at his sister's apartment. "They
have a whole flock of kids to keep him busy!"

^ o ^

A half hour flew by and `Santa' was flying out of the break room. If the
inspiring, out-of-work actor didn't need the paycheck so bad, he would
ditch the boring job. Needs being needed to be met, he comes right out,
under the mistletoe and stops dead in his tracks. He had time to play with,
all of a half of a minute, time enough to check out the two hot guys, one
of which he spotted before, hanging out at the haberdashery table.

"Don't look now, Adam," Stevie says, "but we're being checked out by
`Santa'!"

Holding up an arm, pointing to his watch, Adam signals to `Santa', `the
time!'

Piping up, over the tall aisle fixture, `Santa', aka Giles London, aka
Joshua Bates, replies to the gesture, "I was just on my way!" But he
lingered.

Walking over to the fixture, Stevie reaches his arm over it, "Hi, I'm
Steven Drake," he always used the formal, when introducing himself.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Santa..." he laughs, "I mean Giles London, but
that's not my real name. I'm an actor. My real name is Joshua," flustered
by Stevie's incredible good looks, "but you can call me Giles... or Santa?"

"Hmm," Stevie runs a hand over his facial scruff, "what are you going to
bring me for Christmas, Santa?"

"Nothing, if he doesn't get back on the job!" Adam steps in.

"I know my cue!" The actor replies, heading back to his post!

"Oh, he's so cute. Do you have to be so rough on him, Adam?"

"I agree. He's cute, but he's also almost broke and needs the
job. Mr. Braddock, he can get touchy about employees `not' doing their
job. He especially made it a point for the human resources manager to
inform everyone who is hired at the store, no fraternizing with other
employees, nor customers while on the job."

"Uh-oh," Stevie replies.

"What?"

"I shouldn't be telling you this, probably, but some customer grabbed... Do
we call him Miles?"

"Giles," Adam replies.

"I thought it was Miles?" Stevie tries remembering.

"No, it's Giles. Giles' non-actor name is Joshua Bates, but he prefers
Giles," Adam explains.

"So, you know a lot about `Giles'?"

Adam replies, "I knew him in college. I got him his job at Braddock's,
playing Santa. I told personnel he was an aspiring actor and he would make
a good Santa."

Only curious, Stevie asks, "And no personal attachment?"

Hesitating a few seconds, Adam informs, "We were room mates. How could we
`not' have some sort of... `you know'?"

"I see," Stevie decides to drop the subject. "I wonder if Joshie found
something for our dad?"

As they walked the department, searching for the trio, Stevie fills Adam in
on the family situation, telling of how all hell broke loose when his
biological mother died of cancer years ago. In that time, which Stevie
thought, any time, was way too soon after his mom's passing, his father met
a woman much younger than himself. He hated it, them getting married, but
kind of cooled off after the birth of his baby step-brother. Things turned
sour in their marriage and it seemed his stepmother thought more of
cheating on her husband than responsibly raising a young child.

"You raised Joshie single-handedly?"

"Mostly. More or less my dad handed me a credit card and told me it was for
anything Joshie needed. Of course, he never balked about it, when I charged
textbooks or tuition on it. I know I've run up hundreds of thousands of
dollars and not once has he said a thing!"

"Your father, he cares about you and Joshie, though it seems your
stepmother... What a bitch!" Adam agrees!

"My sentiments exactly!"

They wanted to talk more, but that could come later. Now they were faced
with Joshie marching towards them, shouting, "Hey guys! Look what
Mr. Braddock said I could have!"

"Have?" Stevie questions, looking at a shopping basket Joshie holds in two
hands, barely able to lift it.

Adam reaches over, "Here, allow me to give you a hand, Joshie!"

"Thanks, Adam!" Joshie replies.

"Alright if he calls you Adam?" Stevie asks.

"Uh yeah," Adam says, "I don't think `Adamie' will cut it!"

So foreign to Joshie's ears, the kid says, "Ew-we, Adam!"

"Sorry," Adam apologizes.

Stephen Braddock approaches, asking, "Adam, did you do up their account?"

"It's all set, Mr. Braddock," Adam replies.

Suddenly, Joshie exclaims, "What a shame!"

"What's a shame?" Stevie asks his bro.

"Santa Claus!"

Alex, wandering back, asks, "What about Santa Claus?"

Speaking his mind, Joshie says, "Nothing," turns right around, "me and
Stevie wanted to meet him, because I'm too old for Santa Claus. Besides, I
know he's not real, that he's a guy who dresses up. Santa Claus doesn't
look like Santa Claus though, because he's..." Observant, "Around the same
age as Stevie."

"I see," Braddock answers. "You don't like my Santa, do you?"

The Drake boys could probably almost `own' Braddock's, their father having
an empire built on stocks and bonds, working on Wall St., a job neither of
them understood, so stopped asking about it.

However, taking a gift from the man who owned the store they shopped at,
Joshie, afraid Mr. Braddock is going renege on the shopping allowance, "Oh,
we like your Santa, especially Stevie. He `really' likes him."

"Oh?" Adam replies, "Is that so?"

Alex laughed, sensing what was happening here.

"I meant `meet' Santa, like shake hands?" Stevie defends himself.

Finding this all a bit tedious, Braddock turns to the 14 year old, "By the
way, Joshie, have you seen our soda fountain on the 5th floor?"

Braddock was being nice, knowing Adam would hang with Stevie a while
longer, saying, "Uh, Adam, make sure Mr. Drake gets the proper
introductions?"

"Yes, sir," Adam replies, even though he already knows Stevie and Giles
have made the connection.


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