SPLASH ON THE SCREEN
Jack Scribe
Part 18, THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS
From Part 17,
MIKE
“What we’d like to do is invite Justin
and his grandma for a Christmas Eve breakfast somewhere before we have to go on
to Phoenix,” Rick volunteered. “I’d really like you guys to join us. I figure
being with some good role models can’t hurt.”
“That’s doable. I know Brent and Doug
are planning on returning to L.A. later in the morning. Maybe we can give the
guy a little Christmas cheer before everyone leaves?” We got out of the SUV and
retrieved the luggage. I looked up and saw Doug and Brent come out to the
driveway.
“Hey, guys, come over and meet my
brother and his friend, Bob,” I said. Rick and Bob turned to say hello. Their
smiles rapidly changed to shocked expressions akin to having just seen an
apparition. Doug and Brent, walking toward the new arrivals, were wearing only
gym shorts and flip-flops. Toned torsos glistened with mid-day sweat, and it
was obvious that they were both ‘free-balling’.
“Is your name Brent or Brad?” Bob
asked, tentatively.
“Welcome to Southern California, Guys,”
Dave replied, with a shit-eating grin.
~~~~~~~
RICK
“Brad Williams. Fuck, we were just watching
you on ‘Friendships’ last week,” I said, as both Bob and I regained our
composure. “This is crazy that we’re all together at Dave and Mike’s place. Do
we call you Brent or Brad?” ‘Brother Mike has got some explaining to do,’ I
thought, with a smile. ‘He’s definitely having a little fun with Bob and me.’
“Brent is for friends,” he replied as
we both shook his hands. “Acting is something I fell into while I was in the
Navy. I’ll continue with film as long as it doesn’t interfere with school.”
“Then, Brent it is,” Bob offered. “This
is a surprise. I should thank you for being the catalyst to the ratings boost
in ‘Friendships’. That has really helped our local late news ratings.” After
the initial surprise was digested, I noticed that Bob was able to regain his
confident composure.
“I understand that you anchor the news
on the NBC station in Chicago?” Doug asked.
“I’m the early news guy. We’re number
one, but just by a hair. Oprah on ABC really gives us fits cuz she’s the
‘lead-in’ to the Channel 7 news.”
“I’m supposed to do an Oprah show in
the spring to promote a new movie. The whole cast is going to be interviewed.
Maybe we could get together?”
“I’ve got an idea, Brent. Would you be
open to being a celebrity weatherman on our early news show when you’re in
town? It would be a lot of fun and, quite honestly, I could use the promotional
boost,” Bob asked with unusual candor.
“Babe, we hardly know Brent and you’re
already putting him to work?” I asked with a chuckle. ‘Never let it be said
that my lover was anything less than aggressive,’ I thought.
“No problem. As long as I don’t make a
complete fool of myself…sure. Oprah tapes in the morning. Maybe we could all
get together for lunch someplace, I’ll do your show and then you could get me
out to O’Hare?”
“Deal. Brent, I really appreciate
this,” Bob said as he shook Brent’s hand and turned on his wholesome, warm,
Midwestern smile. “Guys, I can tell that this will be a great few days.”
“I know it’ll be fun. Rick, I remember
something about you being a stockbroker?” Doug asked.
“I’m in commodities at the Chicago
Board of Trade. We’re the guys in the funny- colored coats yelling on the
trading floor like banshees,” I replied with a laugh.
“Oh, yeah, I’ve seen you guys in action
on CNBC. I can’t figure out how anything is understood,” Brent added.
“It’s like a big puzzle that gets
completed every day. Behind all of the frenzy is a very sophisticated computer
system. All I know is that it works.” I felt good that the guys seemed to be
genuinely interested.
“Let me take you up to your room so you
can unpack,” Mike said. “When you get changed, we’ll eat a sandwich and take a
touristy drive.” Bob and I followed Mike and Dave to the front door.
“We’ll be out on the patio for a few
more minutes. Doug and I are getting a little sun while he helps me with some
dialogue,” Brent tossed out as they went around the side of the house. “See ya
in a few…”
Mike opened the front door and we all
went inside. Bob and I just looked at each other with slightly raised eyebrows
as we checked out the interiors. The façade of the respectable, older exterior
of the house didn’t match the masculine, upscale elegance of the interiors.
“Dave, would you mind showing Bob where
our room is? I need a few minutes with Mike.”
“Sure. Why don’t you and Mike get
something cold to drink in the kitchen? I could use a little time getting our
room straightened up?” Dave replied as he grabbed my overnight bag. “Follow me,
Bob.”
“Bob, you want a Coke? I’ll bring one
up for you.” Bob gave me thumbs up as he and Dave headed to the stairway.
“Diet Coke or the real stuff?” Mike
asked as we walked into the spacious kitchen.
“Two Diet Cokes and some answers,” I
replied. “You wanna tell me how two guys in their twenties can afford a house
like this? I mean, this is damned fancy. And in the back patio is one of the
hottest Hollywood hunks acting today. What gives, bro?”
“Okay, ease off. I admit that I
couldn’t resist the urge to play with Bob and you a little.” Mike smiled as he
grabbed the sodas from the fridge. “Everything I told you about our friends is
true. I just thought I’d surprise you with Brent. You’re not mad, are you?” He
grabbed me around my shoulders with his free arm and gave me a squeeze.
“Naw, just getting over your little
surprise.”
“Brent – or, Brad in La La – and Doug
really were our best friends in the Navy. And we still are. Brent got lucky
with an acting opportunity and he seems to be successful at it.”
“They both seem like neat guys. Now, how about the house?”
“Dave had a little money, so we bought
it. The rest of the stuff is from his old St. Paul home. His mom was quite a
collector of antiques and art. As you said, not bad for two guys in their
twenties. But I would live with Dave, very happily, if it was just a double-wide
and used furniture.”
“I can see you two are really a
committed couple. I’m happy for you, buddy.” I turned, gave Mike a brotherly
kiss and retrieved the Cokes. “I’m not trying to be nosy.”
“My life is open to you, bro. Let’s
never have any secrets from each other?” We looked into each other’s eyes and
silently signaled trust and understanding.
“I’ll go up and get changed and see you back here in a half-hour?”
“Yeah, change out of those winter
clothes. Shorts and a polo will be just fine.”
I nodded and went upstairs to the guest
room that Bob had occupied. My lover, Chicago’s NBC5 ‘voice of balance and
reason’, looked pretty balanced in his boxer shorts as he was finishing
unpacking. “Here’s the Coke,” I said, handing him the cold can. He turned and pulled
me into him.
“Welcome to Southern California,
indeed,” he said before moving in to lock lips. As our tongues battled for
position, he started grinding his crotch into mine. “Ya gotta be warned, babe.
Warm climates really turn me on, so be prepared for an attack tonight.” He took
the can, popped it open and took a long sip.
“You didn’t do too bad last night in
Chicago, and it was fucking 15 degrees outside.” I briefly returned his kiss
before getting to my bag.
“I cheated and cranked up the electric
blanket,” Bob replied with a snicker. “Seriously, Sherlock, what’s up with this
house and the celebrity guests?”
“You mean, other than yourself?”
“Touché, asshole. Come on, what gives?”
While I unpacked and we dressed in
casual shorts and polos, I gave him the rundown from my grilling of Mike. “So,
I guess, when in doubt go with the flow,” I said as we started down the
stairway. “I think that we’re going to make some good new friends in the next
few days.”
DAVE
“Hey, guys, after over two years it’s
really good to see you again. The sandwich fixings are on the table. And help
yourself to some chips. Brent and Doug will be right down.” I observed, again,
that Rick was very goodlooking; with the distinct Cole features in his face, he
was definitely an older version of my man. ‘Hmm,’ I wondered, with a smile,
‘What other features are similar?’ Bob had a polished, natural poise that
telegraphed confidence. However, it was obvious that he looked to Rick to
subtly take the lead when confronted with a choice.
“Ditto. Bob and I were anxious to see
you and my brother. It’s been too long.”
“You mentioned dinner with some other
guys?” Bob asked.
“Tom Feldman and Mark Connelly. Tom’s
in pre-law at UCSD and Mark will go to San Diego State when he gets out of the
Navy. They’re terrific guys. And I know Mike promised no more surprises so I
need to give you the rundown on Tom.”
“Ah, oh. What’s goin’ down?” Rick gave
me a friendly ‘what the fuck is up your sleeve’ look.
“Not much. Although Tom is pretty low
key, you should be aware that his dad runs Warner Brothers.” I smiled and
winked. “No big deal. He usually downplays the association.”
“Who downplays the association?” Mike
asked as he entered the kitchen.
“I was just telling them that you are a
secret admirer of Jerry Falwell’s,” I answered with a grin.
“You see what I have to put up
with…every day?” Mike playfully punched me on the arm.
“And all night too. Naw, I was just
giving Rick and Bob the background on Tom. As you ordered, Master; no more
surprises.” I popped to attention and gave Mike a one-fingered salute.
“Good form, dude,” Doug said as he and
Brent joined us. “Does this mean that you and Mike are getting into a little
‘dom’ and ‘sub’?
“My former roomie has become a leather
queen? Dave, what a trip,” Brent added with a snicker.
“I’m only going to be nice to you
’cause you’re driving,” I replied. “And I’m going to keep you guessing what I
submit to.” We all had a good laugh before fixing our sandwiches.
The rest of the afternoon was spent
driving up to Del Mar on the freeway and ambling back down the coastal highway.
As planned, we spent an hour walking around the village setting of downtown La
Jolla. This turned out to be a very positive bonding experience between new
friends and old friends. By the time we returned home it seemed that we all had
known each other forever. In fact, Brent insisted that Rick and Bob visit them
in L.A. next year. And we all agreed that my ‘brothers-in-law’ would be guests
at the lake for our now-annual outing.
*****
“Guys, that was a great evening,” Rick
said. Mark and Tom had just left. They were flying up to Seattle in the morning
to spend Christmas with Mark’s parents. Mark had reached a comfortable
understanding with his ‘dot com’ dad concerning his goals and personal
relationship. They would return to Beverly Hills to spend a few days with the
Feldmans prior to Mark’s returning from leave. The Kennedy was scheduled to
embark on a three-month cruise right after the first of the year.
“And no designated drivers,” Bob
offered.
“You’re designated, babe. And I’m
driving.” Rick winked and licked his lips.
“Ewww, TMI,” Doug answered. “Where’s a
video cam when we need one?” The entire group laughed as we carried glasses and
dinnerware back to the kitchen. “Seriously, Dave, what else can we do on
clean-up duty?”
“Nada. Mike and I can get everything
squared away in a few minutes. Why don’t you guys call it a day, go up and
figure out who’s driving? I know where I’m going to park tonight,” I said with
a chuckle.
“And when the big guy speaks, I
listen.” A shit-eating grin was plastered on Mike’s face. “Let’s plan on
re-convening around ten in the morning and make plans for the day? And, Rick,
why don’t you call the kid, Justin? Dave and I thought that we’d just do
Christmas Eve breakfast here. If the grandmother doesn’t drive, one of us can
pick them up? I’ve got a few other ideas to make it a fun time.”
“Okay, if you guys are going to do
‘KP’, I’m not going to complain. See ya in the a.m.,” Brent said as he grabbed
Doug’s hand.
“In the morning,” Bob concluded. The
four house guests slowly made their way to the stairway.
‘I’m glad I bought a super-sized washer
and dryer,’ I thought, as I made a mental note to do a load of sheets and
towels in the laundry room tomorrow. ‘Mike and I have a frisky group of
guests’.
“This is going to be a fun Christmas.
I’m really happy that the L.A. and Chicago guys hit it off so well.” I finished
rinsing off the dishes and stacking them in the dishwasher.
“I’m grateful that Rick and I have become
closer brothers and great friends. Maybe next year we could invite Uncle Trey
and Aunt Betty out here?”
“Along with your mom? I’d like that. An
old-fashioned family Christmas.” I finished wiping down the counter as Mike
came behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. Tightly squeezing, he
started nibbling on my earlobe before giving the ear a tongue bath. Slowly, his
flattened hands found their way underneath the waistbands of my pants and
briefs.
“Babe, you mentioned something about
‘parking’. I think that Davey might be interested?” Mike continued moving his
hands southwards. His fingers lightly massaged my pubes before going further to
alert my awakening cock.
I angled my arms behind me and palmed
Mike’s buns. Pulling him closely, I said,
“It feels like my buddy is just as
interested.” I slowly ground my butt into his crotch. “You go upstairs and get
ready. I’ll join you as soon as I lock up and turn on security.”
“I’m going to get ‘nekkid’ and brush my
teeth,” Mike said as he tweaked my left nipple and bounded out of the kitchen.
After checking everything downstairs, I joined him. He was indeed butt naked as
I walked into the bathroom, also without a stitch on. He finished rinsing,
winked and jerked Davey as he walked away.
“You’re awfully touchy-feely,” I said.
“Bud, you ain’t seen nuthin’ yet,” Mike
called back from the bedroom. I heard the voice of Sting in the background,
singing ‘Fields of Gold’:
I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in fields of gold.
I turned off the bathroom light and returned to the bedroom,
illuminated only by a cluster of votive candles on the bedside table. Mike was
in the center of the turned-down bed. He grinned and his eyes sparkled as I
joined him.
“I’ve been waiting for this all night,” I whispered. I parked one
leg over his and stroked his hair as we lay side by side: he on his back, me on
my stomach. Although not acknowledging the joking hints earlier, Mike silently
agreed that tonight I would take the aggressive role. Not dominance…just taking
the lead. This would very likely reverse itself tomorrow night.
“Love me, Dave. Love me, hard,” he growled. As he turned his head,
I began kissing his face, brow, eyes and cheeks before landing on his lips.
Mike greedily accepted my probing tongue. As our tongues swirled, I placed a
hand on his firm right pec and felt his hardened nipple. My fingers gently
played with his musculature as my mouth moved south past the firm six-pack. I found
the treasure trail and my tongue dragged across his navel before I landed in
his trimmed pubic area. I deeply inhaled before taking the head of his weeping
cock.
Mike loudly articulated, “Ohhh, shit, man,” as I gently rolled his
nuts in my hand and started bobbing up and down his rock-hard manhood. I slowed
down and backed away when I felt his ball sac start to tighten. Rising above
Mike, I reached over for the visible bottle of Wet and poured a liberal amount
of lube on Davey and my hand. I reached down with a couple of fingers to loosen
up my lover. “Yes,” Mike hissed as he brought his spread legs up to his
saliva-soaked chest. ‘What a difference a couple of years make,’ I thought with
a smile, as I remembered our ‘courtship’.
As my fingers slowly moved around his pucker and ass muscle, I
said, “Love you, babe…so much.” I entered his chute and massaged the hot
interior until I came across his love nut. He squirmed with a smile and a sigh
as I tenderly touched it. “Help me in,” I softly instructed. Mike brought his
legs down to my shoulders as he guided my hard, slick cock into him. I took his
hardness into my hand as my cock started moving deeper into his love canal.
“Urghh…ah, fuck,” he uttered. Mike’s body started to counter move
with my thrusts. I noticed moisture forming on his brow as I dreamily looked at
his beautiful face and closed eyes. When I purposefully grazed against his
prostate, Mike’s eyes popped open and he grinned with pleasure. “Dave, ya got
me, good, ahhh,” he yelled.
“You cute fucker, I’m gonna get ya good, all night,” I huskily
replied with a smile. I was aware that my perspiration was flying onto Mike as
I sped up my motions. I felt his cock get harder as I continued to plow him. I
was in nirvana when his sphincter clamped hard around Davey. Although not
planned, we both shot our love juice at the same time. As I filled Mike’s
cavity, white streams of sperm erupted from his beautiful cock and generously
covered his chest and torso.
“Oh, honey, that was fantastic,” Mike said gratefully. I left my
softening cock in and just looked at my handsome man. I leaned down and licked
the jizz from his chest. He eagerly opened his mouth as I leaned in for a kiss.
In the background, Sting was singing:
To have you with me I would swim
the seven seas
I need you as my guide in my life
My love is a flame that burns in your name
We'll be together, we'll be together tonight.
Also, in the background, through a common wall, we heard, “Rick,
oh fuck…yeah… nail me.” Bob was definitely delivering more than the news.
Mike and I broke up with laughter. ‘Time,’ I thought, ‘for a warm,
moist towel and a little tidying up,’ as I sprung from bed, pleasantly
exhausted.
*****
MIKE
Fortunately, Mrs. Eunice Palmer, Justin
Palmer’s grandma, did not live far from our house. She was most gracious over
the telephone and welcomed our invitation for a Christmas Eve breakfast. In
that Mrs. Palmer didn’t drive anymore, our offer to pick up Justin and her was
immediately accepted. She said that Justin was really excited about seeing Bob
and Rick again. In fact, he could talk of nothing else.
It was hard to accept that the guys
would all be leaving after breakfast/brunch today. Bob and Rick had a 1:30 p.m.
flight to Phoenix, and the L.A.-bound guys would depart when we left for the
airport. This had been a great 48 hours.
As we pulled up to Mrs. Palmer’s neat,
small, one-story home off Fort Stockton Drive in Mission Hills I noticed that
we weren’t far from our favorite nursery. I had borrowed Brent’s car so that
the passengers wouldn’t be squeezed, because Bob and Rick had accompanied me.
It was 9:00 a.m. and a young,
clean-cut, blond guy in jeans and a rugby shirt – obviously, Justin – was
sitting on the stoop. He jumped up and grinned as he ran to the car. Rick and Bob
got out and gave him a big brotherly hug.
He was almost as tall as my brother’s 6’ height but had just begun to
fill out. He led the guys to the front door as I got out of the Explorer. He
opened it for a small, elderly woman, neatly dressed in a blue print dress.
Justin helped her as she slowly maneuvered the three steps.
“Grams, this is Rick and Bob from
Chicago, who I met on the plane.” Rick and Bob both nodded and shook her hand.
“Mrs. Palmer, Justin, let me introduce
my younger brother Mike.” I also took her extended hand, and was slightly taken
aback by her frailty.
She smiled and said, “Mike, I
understand that you don’t live far from here and we’re going over to your house
for breakfast?”
“Dave Swenson, my best friend, and I
live there. These guys, plus a few more, have been house guests for the past
two days.” I looked at her and returned the smile before turning to Justin. “I
think you made a huge impression on Bob and Rick. They insisted, absolutely,
that this would be a fun breakfast. I’m inclined to believe them,” I continued
as I grabbed his hand. He had a firm grip.
“Mike, guys, thanks. Not knowing anyone
here and not being able to drive is kinda confining,” Justin said. His eyes
sparkled with enthusiasm. I opened the front passenger door for Mrs. Palmer and
assisted her up into the seat while the guys hopped in the back.
“We’ll be back home in less than ten
minutes,” I said as I started the SUV. With no traffic, I made a ‘U’ turn and
headed back.
“Mrs. Palmer, I should tell you about
my other friends,” I said as we made our way back to Washington Avenue. “Dave,
and the two men you haven’t met yet were all in the Navy with me. We’ve become
very close…like brothers. Then, I’ve got my real big brother and his buddy in
the back seat.”
“That’s what Christmas is all
about…friends and family getting together. I just regret that there isn’t more
family for Justin to know. By the way, I’d really prefer being called Eunice.
Especially by such a handsome group of men.” I looked over and caught the
twinkle in her eye.
“Grams, you just met these guys and
you’re already hitting on them,” Justin said with a laugh.
“At my age, Justy, you throw caution to
the wind. There’s still some warm coals inside this old woman,” she replied
with a smile as she turned to the back seats. Bob and Rick gave Eunice quick
‘Cliff Notes’ versions of their lives. We cruised through the Hillcrest area
and quickly made our way home, thanks to light traffic.
I smiled as we all piled out of the
SUV. In our front window, a large, twinkling Christmas tree was visible in full
glory. This was one of our projects accomplished yesterday. I opened the front
door for the new guests. A huge evergreen wreath with a simple large red bow
now dominated our entry wall. Cinnamon sticks, slowly cooking in the kitchen,
enhanced the atmosphere. ‘This is going to be a great holiday…for all,’ I
considered.
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