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This is a work of fiction about oral & anal sex between men and boys, aged 6-15. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coinci
Chapter 14 - A Mexican Christmas
©2009 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
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Chapter 14 - A Mexican Christmas
After Santa passes out all the presents, the revelers go back to eating and drinking and carousing. Pants begin to come off, especially the tight green shorts on the boys. Then one couple at a time, when the mood is right, disappears to a bedroom. I look at Hermie, bare assed, leaving with Mr. Miller. He's carrying his new snowboard and grinning from ear to ear. It will be his first night alone with a guest. I have a few misgivings. He has learned a lot in the few weeks he's been here about entertaining men. And I know Miller will find him a real charmer. But he hasn't been fucked yet and hasn't sucked a guest cock yet. Hopefully, the oilman will find his gushing personality enough to make up for the lack of skill. If there is any problem,--and there probably won't be,--Harrison is watching everything on camera, and won't hesitate to intervene. Also, Hermie knows the word, "Stop" and knows what it means. So I set aside my concerns, take Chitto's hand and head for my room.
On Christmas morning, everyone in the house is tired. Yet we all wander back down to the dining room, knowing that Pierre has prepared a great assortment of pancakes and muffins and other treats. Knowing also that this is when the rest of the presents are exchanged. By tradition, everyone comes wearing only their white bathrobes and slippers.
I grab my coffee and plop down on the floor. My robe drops open but I don't care what shows. Even my cock is tired after all the busy times it spent in Chitto's eleven-year old asshole.
I see Miller come in with Hermie. They are both smiling and I breathe a sigh of relief. Hermie's lips are shut tight, however. When he passes Paul, he opens his mouth to show a mouthful of cum. The boys high five.
When everyone is present, Comley (who sounds suspiciously like Santa) starts passing out the presents, announcing who for and who from. Staff gets presents from kids, and vice versa. Guests have presents for certain boys. The exchanges go on a while. There are expensive gifts, gag gifts, clothes, toys, electronics, books. My students give me aftershave, a best teacher coffee mug, a signed copy of Billy Collins' latest book, a subscription to Freshmen, a set of anal balls, among other things. I give Hermie a subscription to Highlights; figure it will help him with his reading and English skills. He also gets an iPod, a warm sweater, and a stuffed bear with a stuffed prick sticking out between his legs. When he opens the gift from Comley, it's a realistic dildo, albeit in an appropriate size, only five inches long and less than three inches in circumference.
"Gracias, Señor Comley." Hermie immediately puts it in his mouth.
"You get it nice and wet, Hermie, and then I'll help you stick it somewhere else." Comley continues distributing the gifts. Eventually, there are no more boxes in the pile.
But then, Pierre enters rolling a cart with a large box. "Hermie, will you come up and join me?" Hermie jumps up, grinning, drops his dildo on the floor, and stands excitedly beside Pierre with his bathrobe hanging wide open. "Hermie hasn't been with us very long, but he still wanted to give us something for Christmas, so everything in this box is from him." We all look at each other. The kid is the best secret-keeper of anyone. I remember three days ago, Hermie spent the night with Pierre and was awfully tired the next day. Apparently they didn't spend the whole night sucking each other. "In Mexico, Hermie told me, it isn't Christmas without el Nacimiento." Pierre takes out a manger scene and Hermie sets it on the table. "Here, at Tatawaw, at Christmas time, no little boy should be left out. Especially not this one." Pierre holds up the Christ child.
Then Pierre takes two big trays out of the box. "Here are a couple treats that the boys all love in Mexico at Christmas time. Cinnamon tortillas and Christmas cookies. Some of you may know the cookies by their German name, pfeffernusse." Pierre and Hermie each take a tray and pass them around.
Old George takes one of each. "Did you make these, Hermie?"
"Si. Señor Pierre help me."
"Hmmm, delicious." George takes a few more before letting the tray get away.
"We aren't finished yet," Pierre continues. Now we all wonder what else could be in the big box. Hermie reaches inside and brings out sparklers and passes them out. I can see Comley worrying that we're going to burn the house down, but he bites his lip. The beaming smile on Hermie's face right now would almost make the conflagration worth it.
"And finally, one more thing." Pierre lifts a big piñata out of the box and hangs it where the mistletoe hung last night. Old George steps forward with a broom. So, he was in on the scheme as well. The boys take turns getting blindfolded and taking three whacks apiece at the air while everyone cheers. It's a great show with their bathrobes flying open as they spin around, showing off their pretty asses and floppy boy dicks. When it's Shumba's turn, I comment he might do better swinging at it with the bat between his legs. Finally, Travis makes contact and tons of wrapped candy cascade down. Everyone, young and old, but all boys at heart, with our bathrobes flying, dive to the floor in a happy orgy. Old George is practically on top of me, scooping up the goodies.
Everyone makes a point of giving Hermie a big hug, before heading off to play with their new toys, or otherwise enjoy Christmas Day. I see Tito and the man he's entertaining dressed for a day of skiing. I'm glad; it will give Tito a chance to see his boy friend Harold and exchange gifts and Christmas kisses. Chitto and I go back to my room to try out my anal balls.
A few days later, Hermie comes to me with a piece of paper. "Señor Larry, Paul say I gotta write revolutions for New Year."
"You mean 'resolutions.' That's a good idea, Hermie."
"I want you look at what I wrote, see if I did it right." He hands me the paper.
Hermie's New Year's resolutions:
1. i will talk english good
2. i will suck cock good
3. i will ski good
4. i will fuck good
5. i will play basketball good
"Hermie, those are wonderful resolutions. And I know you'll keep every one of them."
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Chapter 14 - A Mexican Christmas
After Santa passes out all the presents, the revelers go back to eating and drinking and carousing. Pants begin to come off, especially the tight green shorts on the boys. Then one couple at a time, when the mood is right, disappears to a bedroom. I look at Hermie, bare assed, leaving with Mr. Miller. He's carrying his new snowboard and grinning from ear to ear. It will be his first night alone with a guest. I have a few misgivings. He has learned a lot in the few weeks he's been here about entertaining men. And I know Miller will find him a real charmer. But he hasn't been fucked yet and hasn't sucked a guest cock yet. Hopefully, the oilman will find his gushing personality enough to make up for the lack of skill. If there is any problem,--and there probably won't be,--Harrison is watching everything on camera, and won't hesitate to intervene. Also, Hermie knows the word, "Stop" and knows what it means. So I set aside my concerns, take Chitto's hand and head for my room.
On Christmas morning, everyone in the house is tired. Yet we all wander back down to the dining room, knowing that Pierre has prepared a great assortment of pancakes and muffins and other treats. Knowing also that this is when the rest of the presents are exchanged. By tradition, everyone comes wearing only their white bathrobes and slippers.
I grab my coffee and plop down on the floor. My robe drops open but I don't care what shows. Even my cock is tired after all the busy times it spent in Chitto's eleven-year old asshole.
I see Miller come in with Hermie. They are both smiling and I breathe a sigh of relief. Hermie's lips are shut tight, however. When he passes Paul, he opens his mouth to show a mouthful of cum. The boys high five.
When everyone is present, Comley (who sounds suspiciously like Santa) starts passing out the presents, announcing who for and who from. Staff gets presents from kids, and vice versa. Guests have presents for certain boys. The exchanges go on a while. There are expensive gifts, gag gifts, clothes, toys, electronics, books. My students give me aftershave, a best teacher coffee mug, a signed copy of Billy Collins' latest book, a subscription to Freshmen, a set of anal balls, among other things. I give Hermie a subscription to Highlights; figure it will help him with his reading and English skills. He also gets an iPod, a warm sweater, and a stuffed bear with a stuffed prick sticking out between his legs. When he opens the gift from Comley, it's a realistic dildo, albeit in an appropriate size, only five inches long and less than three inches in circumference.
"Gracias, Señor Comley." Hermie immediately puts it in his mouth.
"You get it nice and wet, Hermie, and then I'll help you stick it somewhere else." Comley continues distributing the gifts. Eventually, there are no more boxes in the pile.
But then, Pierre enters rolling a cart with a large box. "Hermie, will you come up and join me?" Hermie jumps up, grinning, drops his dildo on the floor, and stands excitedly beside Pierre with his bathrobe hanging wide open. "Hermie hasn't been with us very long, but he still wanted to give us something for Christmas, so everything in this box is from him." We all look at each other. The kid is the best secret-keeper of anyone. I remember three days ago, Hermie spent the night with Pierre and was awfully tired the next day. Apparently they didn't spend the whole night sucking each other. "In Mexico, Hermie told me, it isn't Christmas without el Nacimiento." Pierre takes out a manger scene and Hermie sets it on the table. "Here, at Tatawaw, at Christmas time, no little boy should be left out. Especially not this one." Pierre holds up the Christ child.
Then Pierre takes two big trays out of the box. "Here are a couple treats that the boys all love in Mexico at Christmas time. Cinnamon tortillas and Christmas cookies. Some of you may know the cookies by their German name, pfeffernusse." Pierre and Hermie each take a tray and pass them around.
Old George takes one of each. "Did you make these, Hermie?"
"Si. Señor Pierre help me."
"Hmmm, delicious." George takes a few more before letting the tray get away.
"We aren't finished yet," Pierre continues. Now we all wonder what else could be in the big box. Hermie reaches inside and brings out sparklers and passes them out. I can see Comley worrying that we're going to burn the house down, but he bites his lip. The beaming smile on Hermie's face right now would almost make the conflagration worth it.
"And finally, one more thing." Pierre lifts a big piñata out of the box and hangs it where the mistletoe hung last night. Old George steps forward with a broom. So, he was in on the scheme as well. The boys take turns getting blindfolded and taking three whacks apiece at the air while everyone cheers. It's a great show with their bathrobes flying open as they spin around, showing off their pretty asses and floppy boy dicks. When it's Shumba's turn, I comment he might do better swinging at it with the bat between his legs. Finally, Travis makes contact and tons of wrapped candy cascade down. Everyone, young and old, but all boys at heart, with our bathrobes flying, dive to the floor in a happy orgy. Old George is practically on top of me, scooping up the goodies.
Everyone makes a point of giving Hermie a big hug, before heading off to play with their new toys, or otherwise enjoy Christmas Day. I see Tito and the man he's entertaining dressed for a day of skiing. I'm glad; it will give Tito a chance to see his boy friend Harold and exchange gifts and Christmas kisses. Chitto and I go back to my room to try out my anal balls.
A few days later, Hermie comes to me with a piece of paper. "Señor Larry, Paul say I gotta write revolutions for New Year."
"You mean 'resolutions.' That's a good idea, Hermie."
"I want you look at what I wrote, see if I did it right." He hands me the paper.
Hermie's New Year's resolutions:
1. i will talk english good
2. i will suck cock good
3. i will ski good
4. i will fuck good
5. i will play basketball good
"Hermie, those are wonderful resolutions. And I know you'll keep every one of them."
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.