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IT STARTED IN A PARK
by Macout Mann
Chapter 14
Thanksgiving
American universities have two different attitudes toward the Thanksgiving Holiday. Some treat it as a major break in the academic calendar and suspend classes for a whole week. Others only take off Thanksgiving Day and the Friday following. Sparta fell into the latter category; and because so few students went home over the Thanksgiving break, it had been a tradition for almost a century to stage a combination religious service and patriotic concert the Wednesday evening before the holiday.
This year the concert was to feature the Male Glee Club with the University Symphony in a performance of The Testament of Freedom by Randall Thompson, a setting of four passages written by Thomas Jefferson.
Merritt Jensen was very fond of the piece, so Christian had invited him to spend Thanksgiving at Sparta. Since the Atlanta Symphony had no concerts or rehearsals that week, Merritt accepted and planned four days of fun and frolic with Christian and Vernon. He arrived in time for dinner before the Wednesday concert.
Christian had planned a Thanksgiving feast and invited in addition to Merritt and Vernon, Captain Worthington, Malcolm Pritchard, and a couple of other faculty to whom he felt a social obligation.
Jim and his wife had invited Sammie to spend Thanksgiving Day with their family, and Sammie in turn had invited them to join him for the concert. The boy was even developing some social graces.
The Testament of Freedom was originally written for male chorus with piano accompaniment, but the composer had later written a stirring orchestral arrangement, which was splendidly performed. It begins and ends with the words, "The God who gave us life gave us liberty at the same time. The hand of force may destroy but cannot disjoin them." Powerful stuff.
After the concert Christian, Vernon, and Merritt retired to Christian's apartment, where they were to share a bed for the night. As soon as they arrived all three got comfortable, shedding their jackets, ties, and shirts. Merritt even peeled off his pants.
Merritt had brought a bottle of Highland Park Scotch with him, which they opened and began sip neat.
"You folks have a damned fine orchestra," Merritt said, "and I'd sure like to play with some of some of the players."
Laughing, Christian responded, "Shit, man, don't you think about anything but your dick?"
"Hell no...except when I'm practicing. Besides, you have a dirty mind."
"I've known you too long."
"Well, there are some guys in my Physics sections I sure as fuck like to play with, and I don't mean with a slide rule," Vernon interjected. "But they're forbidden fruit...or should I say `fruits.'" They all laughed.
"That's one thing I don't have to worry about. I can fuck around with anybody I want, in the orchestra, out of the orchestra. But even when I was in school I messed around with faculty. I guess I'm just too adorable to resist."
"Nah. You probably traded your ass for an A or a B." Christian kidded.
"How about you trading your ass for this?" Merritt replied. He reached into the slit in his boxers and pulled out a hot salami.
"Oh, I thought I'd never have the chance," Christian sang.
That led all three of them to finish disrobing and to meld into a clump of eager bodies writhing on the floor. They felt each other up, getting and receiving pleasure wherever they could with hands, mouth, or feet. Soon they were spread in a triangle, each sucking the dick of one of his fellows. And that was just the beginning.
They moved to Christian's bed, where Vernon watched Merritt tonguing Christian's ass. "You were my first fuck, you know," Merritt stopped to mumble.
"And you mine, motherfucker," Christian replied.
Merritt slipped his dick into Christian's chute, leaving Vernon alternately to either massage Merritt's back and cheeks or Christian's chest and shoulders. Then Vernon positioned his bod so that Christian could play with his dick while Merritt continued to fuck away. Everybody was happy.
Before they all feel asleep curled up against each other's naked bodies, Christian pounded Vernon while Vernon sucked Merritt. Being spit-roasted was Vernon's favorite pastime.
Meanwhile, after the concert Jim and Myra drove Sammie back to their house so Myra could let their babysitter go home. And they offered Sammie a beer before Jim drove him back to his dorm. "You deserve a treat, Sammie," Jim said.
"You sure do," Myra echoed. "I can't believe how much progress you've made with your lisp."
Myra was also thinking about progress in other ways, but in fact Sammie's speech had improved to the point that he seemed now to have only a slight impediment.
"Thank you," Sammie said. "But I couldn't have done any of it without your encouragement. Yall and Mr. Ballard and Mr. Ramsey. I'm so grateful."
The boys were long asleep, so the three of them enjoyed their beers in peace, Sammie feeling very grown up.
Finally, Jim's wife said she needed to go to bed. "Big day tomorrow." Then she added, "And Sammie, thanks for inviting us to the concert. I didn't think I'd like it, but I really loved the music."
"It was neat," Jim echoed.
"Well, you better take Sammie home," she continued. "Too bad we don't have more room. He could stay here. But we'll see you tomorrow, Sammie."
Jim asked Sammie if he'd like another beer before they left and Sammie said "yes." They drank and talked about what was going to happen tomorrow, but the increasing bulge in both their jeans said there were other things on both their minds. When they did drive off, it was only a few blocks away that Jim found a place to park.
Sammie wasted no time in gaining access to Jim's hard prick. Sammie had a little buzz and felt especially amorous. He also unbuttoned Jim's shirt and kissed his pecs and his abs. "I love you, Jim," he whispered.
"Nice of you to say," Jim answered. "Does that mean you love Vernon too?"
"I guess so."
Sammie licked Jim's prong until it was rigid, and then took it into his hot mouth, continuing to use his tongue to enhance the pleasure he was giving. "Fuck, Sammie," Jim moaned, "nobody gives head like you."
Jim released his life-giving nectar into Sammie's mouth, and then reached for Sammie's crotch. He'd jacked Sammie off before while screwing him, but tonight, he opened the younger man's fly and went down on him for the first time. Sammie lasted for fifteen seconds maybe.
Back at Christian's house the trio didn't awake until ten-thirty the next morning. The caterer was supposed to arrive at one, and the apartment was a mess. So there was much scurrying to shower, then to get dressed, and make the place presentable. Still, after Christian and Merritt showered together, Vernon made Merritt remain and shower with him as well. Christian made breakfast, then there was much grab-ass as they swept and dusted. When the caterer arrived, the house looked great for a bachelor pad. Merritt had barely finished dressing when she rang the doorbell, however.
They went to Vernon's while the caterer prepared for the feast. No need for them to be underfoot, and besides Vernon would need to dress for the party. They continued to act like teenagers and found they could drop loads like teenagers too.
The dinner was to be a pretty staid affair. They arrived back at Christian's a half hour before the other guests were to arrive. The captain was the first to come precisely on the hour followed by Christian's boss, Malcolm Pritchard. All the guests were on hand within fifteen minutes and Christian offered either Martinis or Old Fashioneds. (The Highland Park was considered much too valuable to proffer to mere dinner guests.) Merritt was introduced all round and was appropriately charming and appropriately straight.
As the conversation progressed, Mr. Pritchard asked, "By the way, Christian, how is your lisping project coming?"
"Amazingly well," Christian replied.
"Lisping project?" Merritt questioned.
"Yes, are you learning how to lisp?" one of the other quests asked.
"No," Christian explained. "I have a freshman with a lisp, pretty socially inept guy, but a remarkably talented artist. A friend of mine, not connected with the university, knew him and took a special interest in him. Malcom here was instrumental in getting me with someone in Speech Correction who was doing research on lisps, and she in turn took a special interest in him. So we have really mounted a full campaign to help the kid. Another friend, Jim Hart, is working on his social skills and Vernon here is helping him get into shape."
"Yes," Vernon interjected, "I take him to the gym every time I go for a workout and the scrawny little wimp is developing some real muscles. We'll be going tomorrow night as a matter of fact."
"Hey," Merritt said, "I thought I was goanna miss my workout this week. Would it be ok if I went along?"
"Sure. No problem," Vernon answered.
The dinner was a traditional Thanksgiving feast. Turkey with oyster and sausage dressing, sweet potato fluff flavored with cinnamon and orange zest, roasted asparagus spears, a tomato aspic for salad, Indian pudding for desert, and the usual complement of condiments and breads. After coffee and a cordial, the guests were all as stuffed as the turkey had been.
Once the three playmates were finally alone, Christian mused, "Hell, I think I'm too full to have sex."
"Maybe too full to fuck," Merritt teased, "but not to be fucked."
"I'm ready to do it all," Vernon volunteered.
Across town, Jim had picked Sammie up early, about nine o'clock. They went straight back to the Hart's and spent the morning frolicking with Jim's three boys. Win, the oldest, was just about at the point he could reliably catch a ball thrown softly from a few feet away. That was great. The other two enjoyed a game they had devised that involved having Sammie sit on the grass and be pushed down.
Myra served dinner at noon. It was not as elaborate as the spread Christian and his friends were to have later, but it was delicious home cooking, much better than Sammie had ever had at his own home. Afterward the kids were tucked in for their nap and Myra began the task of cleaning up after the feast. Jim and Sammie played catch for a while. Sammie was getting to where he could actually catch the ball. Then they had a beer before Jim took Sammie back to his dorm.
Sammie's roommate was away for the holiday, so Sammie offered to show Jim his room. Actually, Sammie wanted Jim to show him his body. They had both been naked at the deserted job site but that wasn't the same.
Once in the room they quickly stripped and Jim stretched out on Sammie's bed, while the student explored every inch of the handsome construction worker's body. He smelled and licked Jim's pits, then nibbled his nips.
"Oh fuck, I wish Myra would do that," Jim moaned.
"Boys know what boys like," mumbled Sammie, as he speared Jim's navel with his tongue. "Does she suck your dick?" he asked.
"Sometimes, but no gal can suck like a guy does."
"Like I said, boys know what boys like." Sammie kissed Jim's abs, causing him to squirm with pleasure.
"Do you mess around with a lot of guys, besides me?" Sammie asked. "I know you make out with Vernon and Mr. Ballard."
"Yeah, but not as many as I used to. There's a guy I sometimes see at Mike's place, and a bud I work with. We get together sometimes."
"I hope you like my ass best," Sammie said as his lips finally slid down Jim's shaft.
Sammie as usual was waiting in the gym lobby when Vernon and Merritt arrived. Vernon introduced Merritt as Christian's weekend guest and as a violinist in the Atlanta Symphony. Sammie was duly impressed.
The workout proceeded as usual. At one point, however, Merritt found an opportunity to whisper to Vernon, "I gotta tap that. Fairy boys turn me on big time."
"Wait 'til we're finished," Vernon whispered back. "We'll go over to my place."
After the workout, Sammie naturally climbed into the back of Vernon's Mustang. Instead of climbing in front, Merritt also climbed into the tiny backseat. "Let's let Vernon be chauffeur," he snickered.
As Vernon fired up the car, Merritt wrapped an arm around Sammie's shoulders. "Close in here." Sammie breathed.
"I like it close," Merritt responded, dragging Sammie's hand to rest on his own groin.
Feeling Merritt up Sammie said, "You've got a nice dick."
"You do too. I noticed it in the shower."
"You suck?"
"I do it all, but tonight I want my big stick to plug your tight hole."
"Knock it off, guys!" Vernon cried. "Wait till we get home."
When they did arrive at Vernon's, Sammie kept his hand on Merritt's jewels as they walked into the apartment. Then Merritt wasted no time removing Sammie's t shirt and shorts and encouraged Sammie to do the same for him.
"Is Vernon just going to watch?" Sammie asked.
"Does that bother you?" Merritt answered. "I like to be watched."
Actually, Vernon had had so much sex in the last two days that he didn't mind being left out. Still, once Merritt had had his way, Vernon added his share of cum to the contents of Sammie's ass.
Before dropping Sammie at the dorm and returning to Christian's, the other two men took time to recover. Merritt in particular had had an especially vigorous go. The three of them chatted aimlessly.
"So Christmas is coming soon," Vernon mused. "What are your plans, Sammie?"
"I'll go back home," Sammie replied. "The folks don't give a shit whether I do or not, but I need to make some spending money."
"Oh?" questioned Merritt. "What sort of work will you be doing?"
"Uh..." stammered Sammie, "Uh...well...you know."
"Really?" interjected Vernon. "I think I know. Nothing to be ashamed of, Sammie." Then to Merritt, "Sammie's probably goanna hustle some of the soldiers at Fort Benning, right?"
"Right," Sammie admitted.
"Goddamn," Merritt chimed in. "You can make a hellova lot more in Atlanta. I can put you in touch with guys that'd love to pay for your sweet ass.
"Seriously, come to Atlanta at least for a week. You can stay with me."