Abandoned Boy

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The Abandoned Boy

Chapter 27

The day after Rob moved home, we were all happy when we saw him in the hallways at school, and he was smiling happily. He told us that everything had gone well with his parents the previous night, and that his father did seem to be trying to be nice to him. They'd spent a couple hours together working on the project car they'd been working on before he'd left home. It was almost finished, and Mr. Watkins already had a buyer for it, so he expected it to be gone the next day. They were already talking about getting another one.

I spoke with the school's psychologist and got the name of an outside psychologist she thought would be good for the Watkins family to get counseling from. I called the Watkins' house and spoke to Mrs. Watkins. She thanked me for the referral, saying she'd make an appointment right away.

The following day, Rob reported to me that they had an appointment after school that day with Dr. Carlson. He said he was a little nervous. I told him not to be. I reminded him that it wasn't he who had the problem, it was his father!

Rob said, "By the way, what do you think I should do about those posts I put on the Adoption Registries?"

"Are you still interested in meeting your birth parents?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said. "But I put all that crap about being abandoned by my adoptive parents in my posts!"

"Well, why don't you go out and put a response to your query - from yourself - It'd be kind of an update to your query that says that you'd still love to meet your birth parents, but the situation isn't as urgent anymore, as you're back with your adoptive parents, and everything is better again." I said.

Rob thought that sounded like a good idea.

"Should I tell my parents?" he asked then.

"If you want to," I said.

"I'm not sure," he said.

"Well, don't say anything then," I said.

"What if it comes up at the counseling session?" he asked.

"It shouldn't, unless you bring it up. Anyway - even if it did come up - don't sweat it. Just tell the truth. The counselor will help them deal with it if they have a problem with it. Rob, you should always tell the truth about anything and everything! Then you'll never get caught in a lie, and everyone will trust you. And about the adoption registry - many kids who are adopted try to find their birth parents. It's not unusual. You do have the right to look for them if you want to." I said.

The bell rang and we said good-bye then, each heading for our respective classes.

A couple nights later, Simon and I were going out to do some last minute Christmas shopping. On our way to the mall, we stopped by the Watkins' house to check for ourselves on how things were going.

All three of them seemed happy to see us. Rob had been up in his room, and retreated there with Simon in tow after a few minutes. Mr. and Mrs. Watkins had been watching TV. Mrs. Watkins was also busy putting the finishing touches on an afghan she was crocheting for a Christmas present for someone.

Mr. Watkins turned off the TV and the three of us chatted for a few minutes. They both said that things were going well. Mr. Watkins said they'd been to see Dr. Carlson, and he seemed to be nice. He said that all three of them were scheduled to have some private sessions with the doctor, and that there were also some sessions that all three of them would attend together. I told them I was happy they were following through on their promise to get counseling.

We spoke then about everyone's plans for Christmas. They invited Simon and I over for dinner, but I had to decline, as we would be having dinner with the Rodmans. I said we'd probably stop by though later in the day to see Rob and give him his Christmas present.

Mr. Watkins grinned then and whispered to me that he had bought Rob a car for his Christmas present. It was a 2000 Dodge Stratus ES. It was another project car they could work on together, although it was in pretty good condition yet, and didn't need much work. He said that Rob would probably want to put a stereo system in it though.

We didn't have a Christmas present for Rob yet, so I asked Mr. Watkins if he would let me buy Rob the stereo for his car. Both Mr. and Mrs. Watkins felt that was too extravagent a gift, but I was insistent, and in the end, they acquiesced. I told them I'd give him a 'gift certificate' to go out with me and Simon one night after the holidays and pick out the one he wanted. That way he'd get exactly what he wanted. They both reiterated they thought I was spending too much on Rob's Christmas present, but they both seemed happy when I told them that we cared very much for Rob, and thought of him as family, so there was no reason to consider cost.

Mrs. Watkins excused herself and left the room, returning a few minutes later with 3 mugs of coffee, sugar, cream, and a plate of Christmas cookies. The three of us talked for a while longer, while we drank our coffee and ate the cookies. After a half hour or so, I called Simon. He and Rob came downstairs. We said good-bye and took off.

Simon and I went to the mall then. We split up for an hour or so, and when we met at the food court, we'd both finished our shopping. The elementary school band was playing at the end of the food court, so we got some snacks and sat for a while enjoying the Christmas music, and people watching. Ethan joined us for a few minutes, when he had a break too. After he went back to work, Simon and I decided to head for home.

As we were leaving the mall, we had to walk by the pet shop. As was usually the case, Simon turned into it, to look at the puppies for a moment. Many of the cages had 'sold' signs on them. People had bought a lot of puppies for their kids for Christmas.

Simon looked all the remaining puppies over. His eyes came to rest on a male golden retriever puppy who sat in his cage staring sadly at us.

"OH! He's SO cute!" Simon said. "It's a shame nobody's taken him."

The salesgirl quickly seeing Simon's interest, opened the cage and brought the puppy out and put him down in front of Simon. Simon squatted down and started petting him. The puppy nuzzled up to Simon, enjoying the attention.

"AWWWww!" Simon said, smiling at him. "You're SO cute!"

Picking the puppy up, he took off across the store to the enclosed area where people could play with puppies they were interested in.

"Thanks!" I said, quietly, giving the salesgirl a wry smile.

"Sorry!" she said, cringing, but smiling.

I noted that her name was Jill. I looked at the puppy's cage and noticed that the puppy cost only $250.00, down from $600.00.

"Why the drastic price cut?" I asked.

"Nobody's bought him, and he's been here a while now," she said.

"Is there anything wrong with him?" I asked.

"No, nothing. He just didn't sell yet. We had a bunch of goldens," she said.

I watched as Simon and the puppy played together, and my heart melted. They looked made for each other. I also thought that a boy who had gone through everything Simon had, would get a lot out of having a dog. He was always saying he wished he had one too. Simon either hadn't noticed yet, or just hadn't brought it up to me, maybe thinking it was too much to ask, but our apartment complex allowed pets. We could have one dog or one cat per apartment, if we put down an additional security deposit, and paid $10 a month more rent. There were a few cats and one or two dogs at the complex.

"I don't know if we can have a puppy in our apartment. I think we can. Could I buy the puppy now, and check with the landlord tomorrow, and if he says 'no', get my money back?" I said.

The salesgirl grinned and said, "Yes, we have people who do that a lot."

"If I pay for him now, can I wait to pick him up till Christmas Eve?" I asked.

"Certainly!" Jill said, smiling.

I handed her my credit card and said, "It's a surprise, so don't let my boy see. Go ring the puppy up, and one of your large cage/crate things too. Slip me my card and receipt when Simon's not looking. I'll stop by late Christmas Eve and pick everything up."

"You're truly a great father!" Jill said beaming, before she dashed off with my card.

Jill came back in a couple minutes with my card and receipt. Simon wasn't paying any attention, so I quickly scrawled my name on the store's copy of the receipt and put my name and address on a purchase form and signed it.

Jill said they'd be open until 9:00 Christmas Eve. I told her I'd be there by then. Then we went over to the puppy play area, and I told Simon it was time to leave. He looked sad, and gave the puppy a good-bye hug, before handing him to Jill. The puppy yipped plaintively as we walked away.

"Don't look back," I said to Simon, as he turned to look back.

"It's so sad he has to live in that cage. I wish we could have him," Simon said, sadly, as we walked out of the store.

"I know," I said, as I glanced back and saw Jill putting a 'sold' sign on the puppy's cage. "He'll be sold soon though. Christmas is coming. Then he'll go to live with some nice family."

"I guess," Simon said, as we turned toward the doors out of the mall.

The next morning during my free period, I called the main office for our apartment complex and inquired about having a puppy in the apartment. They said that would be alright, but I'd have to give them another month's security deposit, and as of January, my rent would go up $10.00 per month. They told me I could stop by and drop off a check for the security deposit anytime, and sign the "pet" addendum to my lease.

I quickly called the pet shop and spoke with Jill and told her we'd be taking the puppy for sure. She was happy to hear that.

Since Simon rode home with Ethan after school that day, I stopped and took care of the paperwork on my way home.

Ethan was spending most of his nights at our apartment with us again, even when he was working. He started keeping some of his clothes in his car, so no matter where he was, he had something clean to wear for work, school, and in general. The only nights he stayed at his house, was when Carol wasn't working, which wasn't very often.

Each afternoon he wasn't working, Ethan called Cody at the hospital around suppertime, to see how he was doing. One evening when he wasn't working, he drove over to see him too. Cody seemed to be progressing steadily, but his recovery was still going to take a long time. He'd hoped to be home by Christmas, but his doctors said he'd have to stay in the hospital at least until New Years. He was depressed about this. He was also really depressed about Sean's death, and cried often yet about it. As Christmas approached, Cody seemed to get more depressed. Ethan spoke with some of his and Cody's closest friends, and together they came up with a plan they hoped would cheer Cody up. They also enlisted Cody's parents' and older brother Nate's help. Christmas Eve afternoon, Ethan and his friends got together and put their plan into motion.

At 3:00 Christmas Eve, Ethan and 7 or 8 of Cody's friends descended on his hospital room. They'd pre-arranged for Cody's parents to have him out of his room for a while, so they could set up their surprise. Cody's roommate had been discharged earlier, so they had the whole room to themselves. While Cody and his parents were down the hall in a lounge, Ethan and his friends decorated Cody's hospital room for Christmas. They put up a full-size artificial Christmas tree in the corner and decorated it. They each put a present under the tree. They hung garlands of artificial pine branches. They hung a stocking with Cody's name on it on the door knob of his closet. Someone pasted cardboard pictures of Santa, snowmen, and other Christmas symbols on the walls. Ethan hung ribbons with ornaments dangling from them from the ceiling. A boom box with Christmas music was set up in the corner, playing softly. Cody's older brother Nate arrived with a VCR and a bag full of Christmas videos and he hooked the VCR up to the TV. He inserted a tape he'd made of MTV's "Yule Log" and turned it on, lowering the sound. Finally, a couple of the girls set up a punch bowl and filled it with chilled punch they'd brought, and set out boxes of cookies and cup cakes they'd made.

When Cody's parents wheeled him back to his room a while later, they were astounded, and Cody's mouth hung open in shock. Then his eyes watered, as he looked around at his friends who were all smiling at him.

"I can't believe you guys did all this!" he said, smiling, as his voice cracked, and he rubbed his eyes with the one hand he could move up to his face. The other was in a cast and sling.

Everyone began talking at once then. Cody's parents, who both had tears in their eyes, backed away, and sat down in a couple chairs in the corner, and watched happily as their son and his friends celebrated Christmas together. Everyone ate, drank punch, sang along with some of the Christmas carols, and helped Cody open his presents. Cody was speechless. He couldn't believe everything his friends had done. It certainly lifted his spirits. After about an hour though, Cody began to visibly get tired.

Ethan and his friends began poking one another. They all started picking up then. They left all the decorations and the tree up, and there was a half a bowl of punch, and several cookies left. They left that, in case Cody got anymore company. They all said good-bye then, promising that from then on, they'd take turns, and each day at least one of them would stop by to visit him a while. Cody had tears in his eyes again as he thanked them. The girls all gave him kisses, and the guys all clasped his good hand and gave him gentle hugs, then they all left, except for Cody's parents, and Nate, who was plugging "A Christmas Carol", Cody's favorite Christmas story, into the VCR.

Before they left, Ethan pulled Cody's mother aside and handed her a bag full of small presents and packages of candy he and his friends had put together to be put in Cody's stocking that night. She promised to sneak in after Cody was asleep and fill his stocking with them. They all left then.

While Ethan was partying with Cody and his friends at the hospital, the piano we'd gotten him for Christmas was delivered. The delivery people set it in place, and tuned it before they left. Tom leaned a sign that said "Merry Christmas Ethan", and had a big gold bow taped to it, in the tray where the music books were supposed to stand.

While we waited for Ethan to get home, we busied ourselves getting dinner ready. By the time Ethan arrived, Tom, Simon, and I were in the living room having drinks and hors d'oeuvres. The tree was lit, we had a fire in the fireplace, and Christmas music was playing.

When Ethan came in, he was bubbling over with excitement about how great their surprise had worked out for Cody. He quickly hung up his jacket and joined us, chattering away about how happy Cody had been. When Ethan entered the living room, he completely missed the piano, which was off to the side, and he sat down facing away from it. We all smirked at each other, and let Ethan continue with his story.

Ethan went on for about ten minutes telling us all about their surprise for Cody. We all told him it sounded wonderful, and we were certain that it must've really lifted Cody's spririts.

"So, what're you all drinking?" Ethan asked.

"Egg nog. It's great!" Simon said, grinning.

"There's plenty in the fridge. Help yourself," I said, grinning at Tom and Simon.

Ethan grinned and said "Yum! I love egg nog!"

He got up and turned to go to the kitchen to get some, and came to a screeching halt, as his gaze fell on the piano.

"What the...????" he said.

We all stepped around in front of him, and looked at his face. His mouth was hanging open, and he was just staring at the piano. As we looked at him, he tried to speak, but he couldn't. His mouth moved, but nothing came out. Then he started wiping his eyes and sniffling a little.

"Th- this is for me?" he asked finally, walking over to it, and looking at the sign Tom had put on it.

"Yup! Merry Christmas Ethan!" Tom said. "We thought since you spend so much time here, you should have a piano here too!"

Sniffling and frantically wiping his eyes, Ethan looked at all of us and said,"It's beautiful! Thank you all so much! I can't believe you bought me a piano! It's too much! Really!"

"No it isn't," Simon said, chuckling, and rubbing his back.

"Easy for you to say, you didn't have to pay for it I bet!" Ethan said.

"It's from all three of us," Tom said.

"C'mon! Play us a Christmas tune!" I said, reaching over and turning the Stereo's sound down.

still rubbing his eyes a little, Ethan pulled out the bench and sat down. He played a chord and listened.

"Nice tone!" he said, grinning.

"Play already!" Simon urged.

Ethan grinned and played 'Jingle Bells'.

"That was great!" Simon cried.

Ethan chuckled and said, "that was hardly my usual style!"

"I liked it though!" Simon said.

Ethan played 'O Holy Night' then. His rendition of it was most impressive!

We listened as Ethan played several more songs, each of them excellent!

After a while, I went out to the kitchen on the pretext of refilling Tom's and my egg nogs. I quickly filled our glasses, and one for Ethan too, since he'd never made it to the kitchen to get any. I hid the bottle of brandy then.

When I walked out to the living room, Ethan was still playing.

Setting Ethan's glass of egg nog down, I winked at Tom and said, "You'll have to excuse me a few minutes, we're out of Brandy!"

"OK, we'll be here when you get back," Tom said, grinning at me.

I threw on my jacket and scooted out the door.

A couple minutes after I'd left, Simon gave Tom a funny look and said, "I swore you brought two full bottles of brandy with you!"

"What?" Tom asked. "You must've been dreaming."

Simon gave Tom a strange look. Moments later he was lost in Ethan's piano music again though.

I dashed as quickly as possible to the mall.

When I got there, Jill grinned and said, "Good thing you're here! I can't tell you how many people want your puppy!"

I grinned and said, "well he's NOT for sale!"

I cruised through the shop then and picked up various items I thought we'd need for the puppy, including a big fluffy bed that would fit in the end of his crate, a water bottle for his crate, a baby gate, a few dog food bowls, a collar, a leash, puppy shampoo, a comb and brush, puppy chow, puppy treats, and a pile of toys and chewies. As I paid, I noticed some big red collars made of stretch ribbon, with big red bows on them. I bought one of them too. Finally, they quickly engraved a couple of tags for his collar with Simon's name, and our address and phone number. There was some more paperwork to fill out for the puppy's pedigree. They gave me his veterinary papers as well. Once everything was paid for, and all the paperwork was done, they told me to pull up to their back door, so we could load everything into the car. After the car was loaded, I went back in, and Jill had the puppy ready and waiting for me, with his red bow on. There were a few people standing around cooing over him, and he was nervously yipping.

"You should make it home fine. He just peed," Jill said, as she handed him to me.

"Great!" I said, grinning.

"OK, Pooch, let's go surprise Simon," I said, nuzzling the puppy for a minute, before securely positioning him in the crook of my arm like a football, and heading for my car.

Simon walked out of the kitchen about 45 minutes after I left. He had a strange look on his face.

"Tom! There's a bottle and a half of brandy in the cupboard. And why would it take Greg 3/4 of an hour to run to the liquor store and back? What's going on?" Simon asked.

"I don't know. Maybe you better ask him," Tom said, motioning toward the door, just as I stepped inside with the puppy tucked under my arm.

Simon spun around and froze when he saw the puppy. The puppy gave a yip, so I put him down, and he immediately began scampering toward Simon.

"OH MY GOD!" Simon cried, dropping to his knees as the puppy ran up to him and started sniffing him.

"Merry Christmas Simon!" I said, grinning at him.

"OH MY GOD!" Simon repeated, looking up at me, as tears welled in his eyes. "I can't believe you bought Buddy for me!"

"'Buddy'?" I asked.

Simon blushed and said, "Well, that's kind of what I was calling him when we saw him at the pet shop the other night."

"I see," I said, smiling. "Well... I actually bought him while you were playing with him!"

"YOU DID?" Simon asked, incredulously. "How come I missed that?"

"You were a little busy with the puppy, I guess," I said.

Ethan had joined Simon on the floor and the puppy was sniffing him now too.

"He's adorable!" Ethan said, grinning and petting him.

"He is," Tom said, as he walked over.

"So are you going to call him 'Buddy' then?" Ethan asked.

"Can I?" Simon asked, looking up at me.

I laughed and said, "Well, he's your's. You can call him whatever you want. You'll have to come up with some fancy name for his pedigree papers though. They gave me the registration papers. We'll have to finish filling them out and mail them in. However! Ethan, I was hoping you'd help me get all of Buddy's paraphernalia out of the car, so we can get him settled, and get back to our partying."

"Sure!" Ethan said, getting up.

"I'll help!" Tom said.

"Thanks," I said.

Simon looked guiltily at me.

"No, I don't want you to help! Someone has to keep an eye on him!" I said, chuckling.

"Thanks Greg!" Simon said, grinning.

As I headed for the door, Simon jumped up and said, "GREG! Wait!"

I turned around, and he walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me.

"Thank you so much!" He said, sounding choked up, and squeezing me.

"You're welcome!" I said, hugging him tightly in return.

Ethan, Tom, and I went out to the car then and dragged everything in, while Simon stayed inside with Buddy.

"How much stuff does a puppy need?" Simon asked, when he saw everything I'd bought.

"More than you can imagine!" I said.

"Wow! This must've been expensive!" he said, somewhat guiltily.

"Let's get his crate set up first," I said. "I think I know exactly where he'll be happiest!"

Everyone, including Buddy, followed me to Simon's room. By pulling Simon's dresser a little to the right, I opened up an area in the corner of his bedroom where the crate would fit perfectly. We quickly put it together, and set it in the corner on top of some plastic garbage bags I laid down. Simon put the bed in the far end of it. I suggested we lay a blanket over the back end of the crate, to make it seem a little more snug, and to help prevent drafts. We filled and hung his water bottle near the door, and Simon threw some toys inside. Buddy scampered in, and sniffed around. Eventually he grabbed a rubber toy in his mouth and plopped down on the bed in the back of the crate and began gnawing on the toy.

"He likes it!" Simon said, grinning.

Grinning back at him, I said, "Now, at bed time, and whenever we're not going to be home, Buddy will be put in his crate, which is like a little apartment for him. He'll be safe, have a nice warm place to sleep, and we'll put his water bottle in too of course."

Buddy got up then and started sniffing around, in that certain way dogs have when they have to pee.

"Simon! I think you need to put Buddy's collar and leash on him and take him out to pee!" I said.

Simon's eyes got big. He ran down the hall, threw on his jacket and grabbed Buddy's collar and leash. By the time he'd run back it was too late though, and Buddy had lifted his leg on Simon's waste basket and sprinkled it.

"Aw Shit!" Simon said, when he walked back in, as Buddy was putting his foot back down.

Chuckling, I said, "Potty training isn't easy!"

I went into the bathroom and got a couple paper towels. I got another and wet it and put some liquid soap on it. Then I went back to Simon's room and showed him how to sop up the pee and wash the spot.

"OK, let's go get some supper. I'm starved. Just keep your jacket and his leash handy. If we catch him enough times, and run him out when he has to pee, he'll eventually associate going outside, with peeing!" I said.

We all went out to the kitchen, with Buddy scampering along after us. There, we set up his food and water bowl in the corner. Simon set him down in front of it, and he immediately began eating. When he'd eaten his fill, he slurped up some water, then as we were busy getting supper ready, he plopped down in the corner of the kitchen, and went to sleep.

"Guess he's happy to be here!" I said, smiling.

"I'm glad he's here," Simon said, grinning.

As Buddy slept, the rest of us worked together to make our dinner. I made a ham with mashed potatoes. With that we had corn, salad, and rolls. Dessert would be ice cream, christmas cookies, christmas coffee cakes, and something to drink later, after we'd opened our presents.

Dinner was a happy meal. We all enjoyed it very much. Afterward, we picked up and loaded the dishwasher. Then we moved to the living room. Buddy woke up and joined us. I noticed though that he looked like he was about to lift his leg and pee. Quickly I picked him up, and suggested that Simon take him outside on his leash and walk him around till he peed outside. Both Simon and Ethan threw on their jackets. Then, as I held Buddy yet, Simon quickly put his collar and leash on him. I handed Buddy to Simon and the three of them headed outside.

Tom and I got a fire going, while the guys and Buddy were outside. A few minutes later, the three of them came back in. Buddy gave a happy yip and scampered over to Tom and I. Simon and Ethan were both grinning widely.

"He peed AND pooped!" Simon exclaimed, happily, as he took off his jacket and hung it up.

"Cool!" I said, reaching down and scratching Buddy behind the ears. "Hopefully, if we get him outside whenever he seems like he needs to go, he'll be trained quickly. Don't suppose you cleaned up his poop?"

"I wasn't sure how to." Simon said.

"OK, well, tomorrow I'll find a trowel and some plastic bags. We'll keep them ready and take them out whenever we take Buddy out. Then, we'll be able to clean up each time he poops," I said.

"OK," Simon said. "So is it present time now?"

"Uh, your present is lying over there playing with the tree ornaments," I said, pointing at Buddy, as we all chuckled.

"Well... don't you want your presents too?" Simon asked, hopefully.

Laughing I said, "Yeah, we can open our presents now!"

We all laughed, as Simon grinned sheepishly at us.

"Why don't you crawl under the tree and drag everything out," I said.

With Ethan's and Buddy's help, Simon pulled all the presents out from under the tree. No sooner was it clear under the tree, than Buddy curled up on the tree skirt and happily went to sleep.

Shortly, we were each seated on the couches, with a small pile of presents in front of us. Then, with Christmas music playing in the background, and a cheerful fire snapping in the fireplace, we opened our gifts, as Buddy snoozed contentedly under the christmas tree,

Simon couldn't believe I'd gotten him more presents in addition to Buddy. He was thrilled over the metal detector and rock tumbler I'd gotten for him at the nature store Ethan worked at. I loved the wooden box with a velvet lining, Simon had made for me in wood shop. There was a picture frame on top of it, in which he'd inserted a picture I'd taken of him, which I liked a lot. Simon had made a pad holder, and business card holder for Tom, which he was very pleased to receive. Tom gave Simon a few games for his Game Cube, which made him a happy boy. Ethan felt guilty that we'd given him anything other than his piano, but was very happy to see some music books he'd wanted, as well as blank music composition scores, in which he could record his own compositions. Ethan gave me a set of bookends that had photo frames on them. In one he'd put a picture of himself. In the other, he'd put one of Simon. He gave Tom a framed photo collage with pictures of all of us, and room for more. Ethan gave Simon a couple of CDs, and Simon gave Ethan a biography of Beethoven he'd wanted. Ethan also had bought a pair of hemp bracelets for them to wear, signifying their relationship. Tom and I grinned as we watched them put them on each other and kiss each other tenderly. I noticed both of them had bulging crotches when they parted. Tom gave me a decanter and rocks glass set on a wooden tray, along with a bottle of good Irish whiskey. I gave Tom an antique beer stein for his collection, and a book on beer steins. We also each had give the other a framed pictures of ourselves.

When we'd finished opening our gifts to each other, we had quite the pile of wrapping paper and ribbons and bows. We saved the ribbons and bows, but burned up the wrapping paper a little at a time in the fire.

After we'd picked up, we got some cookies, cake, ice cream and drinks and had a snack, while we watched the news together. Then, Simon and Ethan took Buddy out for a last pee, as he'd gotten up and started looking for a place to go.

When the boys and Buddy came back in, we decided to get ready for bed. Of course before we went to bed, we had our usual 'snuggle time', however, Buddy added a new twist by yipping until we pulled him up off the floor and plopped him down on the comforter on top of us. He happily jumped around as the four of us snuggled beneath the covers, and tickled one another. Eventually, we all settled down and just enjoyed feeling each other's naked bodies rubbing together. Of course it wasn't long before we were all sporting hardons.

"Hope he doesn't want to join us for sex," Simon said, a little worriedly, after a while.

We all laughed.

"Try putting him in his crate, and closing the door. He should be used to that from the pet shop, only his crate here is so much bigger, and a lot nicer. He'll probably just go to sleep on the bed in the back end," I said.

"OK, we'll try," Simon said. "Come on Eeth. Let's go see how this is gonna work out."

"'K," Ethan said, smiling, as he climbed over Tom.

I noticed as Ethan climbed over Tom, he very slowly slid his pelvis across Tom's body, without lifting it off him. Tom's eyes closed for a second, and he breathed in deeply, as his body tensed up slightly. When Ethan crawled out from under the covers and stood up, his penis was stiff as a board, and there was a drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip of it.

Simon's dick was rock hard when he climbed over me too. Both boys looked flushed, and extremely horny.

They wished us a Merry Christmas, then Simon picked up Buddy, who looked very drowsy, and the three of them headed for Simon's room.

"Damn! Good thing they left when they did," Tom said. "Ethan's hardon was pressed up against me. I don't know if he was intentionally moving slightly so it rubbed on my hip, or not. It sure got me horny though. I thought I was gonna blow my load!"

"Yeah, Simon got me all worked up too!" I said, grinning.

"In that case..." Tom said, throwing the covers off and spinning around, so we were in a '69' position.

Tom Grinned up at me, then suddenly plunged his mouth down over my stiff organ. God his mouth felt great! I lost no time swallowing his erection as well. Within seconds, our mouths were both pistoning up and down each other's rods, and we were both moaning lowly.

Soon, I felt Tom's hand playing with my ass cheeks. More precisely, his fingers were delving between them, in search of my anus. Gently he pressed a finger against my hole, then began rubbing it up and down. I reached for his ass too, and he spread his legs apart a little to afford me better access, which I quickly took advantage of. Soon, both of us were fingering each other's holes, as we continued sucking up and down each other's rods.

Within a few minutes, I felt my orgasm approaching, and I could tell that Tom's was too. His dick got harder, and slightly bigger. Both or us were moaning a little more too!

Suddenly, Tom stopped sucking on me for a moment, although my dick still filled his mouth. His body stiffened, and he groaned loudly. I tasted his tangy saltiness, as it filled my mouth.

Tom's orgasm was just the push I needed. It drove me to climax as well. With a mighty groan, my body stiffened, and I felt a glob of cum rocket out of my dick, into Tom's waiting mouth.

The two of us lay sucking and fingering each other for some time, as repeatedly, we spasmed and flooded each other's mouths with our joy juice.

When we were finished cumming, Tom licked me clean, and I did the same for him, then he spun around and laid down next to me.

"Merry Christmas Lover!" he said, smiling.

"Merry Christmas Stud!" I replied, grinning.

We pulled the covers over us, flipped out the light, then snuggled up together, as Tom leaned in and began kissing me.

Simon and Ethan were both surprised, but pleased, when Buddy willingly walked into his crate, and plopped down on the bed in the back of it. They sat and watched him a couple minutes, until he'd fallen asleep again, then they carefully got up and jumped into bed.

"And what's your pleasure tonight Sir?" Ethan asked, smiling, as he ground his hardon into Simon's thigh.

"Well... I was kind of hoping you'd stuff that big stick of your's up my ass!" Simon said, smiling lewdly.

Ethan grinned and said, "I think we can arrange that!"

Simon smiled, then rolled over and reached into the drawer of his night stand for a tube of KY. He handed the lube to Ethan, then took his pillow and shoved it beneath his pelvis. Reaching for the floor, he picked up a dirty T-shirt and folded it over once and placed it on top of the pillow, then he settled down so his crotch was resting on the pillow, with his hardon lying flat against his abdomen, pointing up at his belly button, and his ass was sticking up in the air.

Ethan grinned and got on his knees. He pushed Simon's legs apart, causing his buttocks to open completely, exposing his pink, puckered asshole.

Grinning to himself, Ethan leaned forward and shoved his face up against Simon's ass crack and began lapping at his hole.

"Oh Fuck!" simon cried, as Ethan's tongue raked roughly over his asshole.

Ethan licked furiously at Simon's anus, as Simon pressed his face into the mattress, so his exclamations of pleasure were somewhat muffled.

As Ethan rimmed Simon, he opened the tube of KY, and squirted some on his fingers. After a couple minutes, he stopped licking Simon's asshole. Simon's body relaxed noticeably. Ethan began gently fingering Simon's hole then, causing the boy to moan with pleasure again.

"OH!" Simon moaned as Ethan's index finger slid up inside his rectum.

"Oh God Ethan! That feels SO good!" Simon exclaimed, as Ethan began plunging his finger in and out of him.

After a minute, Ethan added a second finger, causing more exclamations of joy from Simon. Eventually he added a third as well.

"OK, Enough! Give me your dick now!" Simon said, finally.

Ethan pulled his fingers from Simon's rectum and squirted some more KY into his hand. He greased his dick then. As soon as he was well lubed, he got into position between Simon's legs. Leaning in, he pressed the head of his hard cock against Simon's anus, and slowly began shoving forward.

"AAaawwww!" Simon cried, as Ethan's dick head penetrated his hole, and slid inside him.

Ethan stopped for a few seconds.

"You OK?" he asked.

"MMMMmmmm!" Simon moaned

Ethan grinned to himself, and began pushing slowly and steadily forward. Soon, he was completely inserted inside Simon's rectum. He stopped of a moment, to let Simon rest, but resumed almost immediately when Simon told him to start fucking him.

Ethan began slowly long-dicking Simon, pulling out almost all the way, before plunging his meat back inside his boyfriend.

"Faster!" Simon, groaned after a minute.

Ethan sped up a little then, thoroughly enjoying the sensations he was feeling, as his shaft slid in and out of Simon.

"Harder!" Simon gasped, moments later, and Ethan started fucking in and out of him even faster.

Both boys were fast approaching their orgasms now. Both were moaning passionately as Ethan plowed in and out of Simon.

"OH GOD!" Simon cried out suddenly, as the first wave of his orgasm suddenly swept over him.

Simon's sphincter clamped tightly around Ethan's penis, as he blasted a load of cum out of his dick, onto the T-shirt below him.

"AAWWW!" Ethan gasped, as he too exploded, coating Simon's insides with his jism.

As Ethan continued shoving his dick in and out of Simon, the two boys spasmed repeatedly, each ejacuating over and over.

Eventually Ethan's orgasm ended, and he sprawled on top of Simon, pushing his dick as far up inside the boy as possible.

"God that was good!" Simon muttered, happily, as he laid under Ethan, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of being filled with Ethan's penis.

"MMMmmm!" Ethan moaned, smiling.

The boys rested for a few minutes, then finally, as his dick had shrunk completely, Ethan rolled off Simon, pulling his cock out of his ass, and stretched out on his back next to Simon. They grinned at each other.

"Merry Christmas!" Simon said.

"Merry Christmas Simon!" Ethan said.

A couple minutes later, they cleaned themselves up.

"Last year, I'd never have imagined this Christmas would've turned out to be this great!" Ethan said, as they snuggled together under the covers.

"Yeah," Simon said, sounding a little sad.

"What's wrong Si?" Ethan asked.

"Nothing," Simon said, unconvincingly.

"Hey! I can tell something's wrong. Talk to me Simon!" Ethan said.

Simon hesitated a moment, then said, "Well, when you mentioned last year, it just got me to remembering that last Christmas I was home yet with my mother and step-father. It sure wasn't as much fun as this Christmas, but thinking about it made me wonder if my mother even thinks about me ever."

"Aw Si. I'm sorry I made you start thinking about this," Ethan said, wrapping an arm around Simon. "I'm sure your mom's thinking about you. I bet she misses you too, and I bet she's not having a nice Christmas like we are."

Simon was quiet for a minute.

"You think I should try to call her once?" he asked, finally.

"I-I don't know," Ethan said, uncertain of what to say. "Um, I suppose you can try. But, what if she... well... what if she doesn't want to talk to you?"

"I know," Simon said. "It's just that it kind of bothers me that she might be having a lousy Christmas! Maybe if I call her, she'd be happy!"

"Well... what if it does make her happy, and she says she wants you back?" Ethan asked.

Simon was quiet again.

"I don't know. I doubt she ever will. Besides, "He's" still there with her!" Simon said.

"Well, if they said they wanted you back, would you consider going back?" Ethan asked.

Simon thought a minute, then said, "No. I've never had such a great home since my dad died. As long as Greg wants me, I'm staying with him!"

"Greg'll always want you! You know that Simon!" Ethan said.

"Yeah, I know," Simon said, smiling in the darkness.

They were quiet a minute.

"You won't be able to sleep till you try calling her, will you?" Ethan said.

"Nope," Simon said.

"So call then, if you think she'll still be up. If she gets mean, hang up. And I'm here for you, whatever happens!" Ethan said.

"She's always up late," Simon said, sitting up. "She'll be watching the Pope say mass on TV."

"You're gonna do it then?" Ethan asked.

"Yeah. But I want to do it alone. I'm going out to the living room," Simon said.

"OK, I'm here if you want me," Ethan said.

"Thanks," Simon said.

Simon got up then, and naked, he padded out to the livingroom, which was dark now, save for the glow of the embers in the fireplace, behind the closed glass doors.

Feeling chilly, he pulled an afghan off the back of the couch, and wrapped it around himself. Then he sat down on the couch and picked up the phone.

Tom fell asleep before I did, so I carefully snuck out of bed and went out to the living room to hang stockings on the fireplace mantel, that I'd gotten for each of us and stuffed with little presents and candy.

I was about to turn on the light,when I heard Simon's voice.

"Hello.... Mom?" he said, nervously.

I froze.

"What the Hell????" I thought, stopping to listen.

"Wh-who's this?" Simon heard his mother say.

"It's me. Simon," he said.

"Simon?" his mother repeated.

"Yeah," Simon said.

"Oh my God!" Simon's mother said.

"H-how are you mom?" Simon asked.

"I-I'm fine. How are you?" she replied.

"I'm fine too," Simon said.

There was silence for a moment.

"Did you want something Simon?" his mother asked.

Simon thought a moment and then said, "Not really. I just wondered how you were, and-and I wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas!"

Simon heard what sounded like the muffled sounds of his mother crying then.

"Mom? Are you OK?" he asked, as he felt his own eyes tearing up.

"Y-yes. A-are you having a good Christmas? Are you still living with that teacher?" his mother asked.

"Yes, I'm having a great Christmas, and I'm still living with Greg," Simon said.

"That's good. He's taking good care of you then?" his mother asked.

"Yeah, he's super - like Dad was," Simon answered.

"I'm glad Simon. I'm very sorry things can't be different, and that things didn't work out for us here at home," she said.

"Me too Mom. But, I'm fine. Is "He" treating you alright?" Simon asked.

"Oh yes, he's a good husband," Mrs. Snell said.

Simon snorted and said, "Well, I don't think that's the case, but it's Christmas. So let's not talk about "him"!"

"Maybe that would be best," she said.

There was a moment of silence between the two.

"Well, I'm glad you called Simon. I do miss you," Mrs. Snell said, finally.

"I miss you too Mom," Simon said.

"I'm glad things are going well for you," his mother said. "You'd tell me if they weren't wouldn't you?"

"Things are fine here Mom. Better than fine. Greg's a great foster Dad. He even got me a puppy for Christmas!" Simon said.

"That's nice Honey, I'm very happy for you. Does he know you're calling me though?" she asked.

"No, he's sleeping," Simon said.

"Well, you'd best get off to bed, and not get caught then," Mrs. Snell said.

"It's OK, he wouldn't mind," Simon said.

There was more silence. Then Simon heard his step-father yelling in the background.

"HARRIET? Mr. Snell was calling.

"I'd better go now Simon. Thank you for calling. It's the best Christmas present I got this year!" Mrs. Snell said.

"OK, Well, Merry Christmas Mom," Simon said.

"Merry Christmas to you too Simon. You do whatever you have to to keep things going so well for yourself!" Mrs. Snell said.

"I will," Simon said.

"Good night Simon, I love you!" Mrs. Snell said.

"Night Mom," Simon replied, his voice cracking. "I love you too!"

They hung up then.

Simon remained motionless on the couch after he'd hung up with his mother. The only sound that came from the living room was a little sniffling.

I quietly walked out to the living room, and set the stockings down on the floor behind an end table.

Simon was sitting on the couch, holding the telephone on his lap. He was wrapped in an afghan, and was still sniffling a little.

"Simon," I said.

Simon gave a sharp cry, and the phone flew to the floor with a crash, as he leaped up off the couch. The afghan slid off him, leaving him standing naked, looking at me in surprise.

"Uh, sorry... I didn't mean to scare you," I said, sheepishly.

"I-it's OK. I just didn't hear you," Simon said.

I put on a light, and walked over to him. He had tears in his eyes, and he was shivering. I picked up the afghan and wrapped it around both of us, then pulled him down onto the couch with me.

"I wasn't spying on you, but I overheard your conversation with your mother," I said.

Simon was silent a moment, then said, "Are you mad at me?"

"NO!" I said. "If you want to talk to your mother, you can, anytime! And you don't have to hide it from me."

"Really?" he asked, sounding surprised.

"Really!" I said. "I just hope she treats you OK, if you do talk with her."

"She did!" Simon said.

"So, was this the first time you've talked to her since you moved in with me?" I asked.

"Yeah," Simon said. "Um... it's just that it was Christmas, and Ethan and I were talking about how different this Christmas is from last, and it got me to thinking about her, and I wondered if she was having a good Christmas. Ethan said she probably wasn't, so I thought I'd call her and maybe it'd cheer her up. It did I think. She told me it was the best Christmas present she'd gotten."

"That's nice Simon," I said, smiling.

"You mean it?" he asked.

"Yeah, I do," I said. "She's your mother. It's not her you or I have the problem with, it's her husband!"

"I know," Simon said. "She started to defend him again to me though. That Bastard! We stopped talking about him then."

"Best thing you can do," I said.

"I heard him hollering for her in the background though," he said.

"Well, she made her choice. She chose to stay with him," I said.

"I know," Simon said, sadly.

"Hey!" I said. "What you did tonight for her was a really great, unselfish thing! You knew it might be awful, but you called her anyway, hoping to make her Christmas better! That, Simon, is the true meaning of Christmas! The totally unselfish giving of yourself, no matter what the consequences! I'm very proud of you!"

Simon grinned then.

"Thanks Greg! Mom asked about you and I told her you were a great foster Dad, and that you remind me of my real Dad! You do! You're the best! And just because I called her doesn't mean I ever want to leave you, because I don't!" he said, turning to me and wrapping his arms around me in a hug.

I hugged Simon back and told him I loved him very much.

We eventually broke our hug, then I said, "Well, how about we get back to bed!"

"OK, g'night!" Simon said. "And Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas to you too Simon!" I said, smiling.

Simon trotted off to his room then, and I quickly retrieved and hung up the stockings, turned out the light, and snuck back into bed. Tom never knew I was gone!

Ethan was waiting up for Simon, when he got back to bed. Simon told him what had happened. Ethan could tell Simon was happy again, and he was happy for him. They turned out the light, and snuggled together under the covers and soon they were both fast asleep.

In the morning, Tom and the guys were completely surprised, but delighted to eacg find a stocking with their name on it hanging from the mantel. We all sat together opening the little gifts in them. The boys kept looking at the two of us, trying to decide which one of us played Santa, but Tom, who of course hadn't, was convincing when he said it was him, and I lied, and must be a pretty good actor myself, as they couldn't figure out which one of us did it.

Afterward, while Tom and I cooked up some sausages and pancakes, Simon and Ethan pulled on their pants and jackets and took Buddy out to pee.

"This is working great!" Simon said, when they got back inside. "He seems to know he should pee whenever we take him out!"

"Well, it won't work everytime, and there'll be accidents inside too. Don't holler at him if there are!" I said.

"Of course not!" Simon said.

"Good, now put some puppy chow and fresh water in Buddy's bowls, then come eat," I said, as I started putting our food on the table.

Ethan changed Buddy's water, and Simon scooped some puppy chow into his bowl, then the two joined us, as Buddy started munching on his puppy chow.

We had a nice breakfast together, then Ethan said he had to shower and leave, to go help his mom set up for our dinner party at their house later. Simon asked if he could go with him, and I said that'd be fine, so the two took off to the bathroom together, leaving Tom and I with the dishes. Buddy seemed bored, so we gave him a few of his toys to play with, before we began picking up. Then, as we loaded the dishwasher, Buddy laid in the corner, chewing on a teething toy.

When we'd finished picking up, the boys were still in the shower.

"Must be having a good time!" Tom said.

"Yeah, they've been in there a while! We'll have to wait for the hot water heater to reheat!" I said.

"Well, I'm sure we'll find something to do while we wait," Tom said.

I noticed Tom's sweat pants he was wearing had a prominent bulge in the crotch.

Grinning, I felt my own dick expanding as well.

Just then we heard the water stop, and Simon exclaiming, "Damn! That was great!" We both grinned.

The boys quickly finished up then, and got dressed.

"What about Buddy?" Simon asked, when they were ready to go.

"I'll take him out to pee, then put him in his crate before we come over," I said.

"OK," Simon said.

Then he picked up Buddy and shmoozed him a minute, before they left.

Once the boys were gone, Tom and I put Buddy in his crate for a while, and went to our room. We spent a leisurely hour or so, making love. First we sucked each other off. Then, we rimmed each other a little. We culminated with me fucking Tom.

He was lying on his back on the edge of the bed, with his legs spread and drawn up, so they were slung over my shoulders, as I stood slamming my cock in and out of him.

"AW! Fuck! I'm gonna shoot!" Tom exclaimed, suddenly.

I felt his sphincter clamp around my dick, just before a load of semen sprayed out his urethra, landing in a big string from his belly to his neck. I started cumming then too. Groaning I pumped his bowels full of my cum, as he coated his belly and chest with his.

When we were finished, I pulled my dick out of his ass, and he crawled further up onto the bed. I laid down next to him, and we rested together for a few minutes. Eventually, we got up and shaved and showered together. In the shower, we washed each other thoroughly, and ended up masturbating each other to another climax.

Afterward we dried off and got dressed. We were ready to go to the Rodman's for Christmas dinner. Before we left though, we took Buddy out to pee. He peed, and he pooped, which we cleaned up.

Once Buddy was safely inside his crate again, we took off.

Carol outdid herself with the meal she cooked for us. We started with shrimp cocktail. Then we each had a cup of lobster bisque. This was followed by a small Greek salad. The main meal consisted of prime ribs, baked stuffed potatoes with garlic, steamed broccoli with cheese sauce, and dinner rolls. Dessert was coffee and homemade cheese cake with our choice of fruit topping.

As was becoming a tradition with us, the boys cleared the table and did the dishes, while we visited with Carol in the living room, sipping after dinner cordials.

We spent the afternoon with Ethan and Carol, and everyone had a very enjoyable day.

Later, when Tom and I left, Ethan and Simon took off and went to visit Cody up at the hospital. They reported to us later that he was in pretty good spirits, still high from the surprise party his friends had thrown for him the day before.

That evening, while Tom went back to his apartment to make some phone calls, Simon, Ethan, and I drove over to see Rob, and give him his Christmas present. Rob was excited when we got there. His mother said he'd been high as a kite all day over the car his father had given him. He quickly dragged us out to the garage to see it. He was so proud of it.

"It really doesn't need much work, but I do need to get a stereo for it," Rob said.

I looked at the guys, they were both grinning and nodding at me, so I said "Well, you might want to open this."

Rob gave me a funny look as he took the envelope from my hand. He opened it, and read the gift certificate we'd made up, saying we'd get him his car stereo. He just stood staring at it a moment.

"OH MY GOD!" he burst out then, and looked at us.

We all grinned at him.

"This is too much! Especially after all you did for me!" Rob said.

"Nonsense! This is a Christmas gift. It has nothing to do with anything else!" I said.

Rob just looked at us a minute, then grinning he said, "You guys are the greatest! Thanks so much!"

Rob grabbed me and hugged me then. When he broke away from me, to hug the guys, I could see he had tears of happiness in his eyes.

"That is very nice of you Mr. Winslow!" Rob's mother said.

"Our pleasure," I said, grinning.

We left the boys looking over Rob's car, and returned to the house to visit a while then. The boys came in a few minutes later, and ran up the stairs to Rob's room.

"We'll be upstairs!" Rob called to us.

"Alright sweetheart!" his mother answered. Then, she turned to me and said, "they'll be a while I expect. How about some coffee and cookies?"

Smiling I said that'd be nice.

The boys visited a few minutes, sitting together on Rob's bed. Ethan sat on one side of Rob, and Simon was on the other side. Rob couldn't help noticing that Simon and Ethan kept grinning at one another.

"What's up with you two?" he asked, finally.

Simon gave Ethan a questioning look, and Ethan grinned and nodded.

"Well..." Simon said, smiling. "Me and Ethan have a special Christmas present for you. If you want it..."

"What is it?" Rob asked, looking back and forth between them, with a puzzled look on his face.

"This," Simon said, as both he and Ethan leaned toward Rob and gave him a kiss on the cheek closest to them.

As they kissed Rob, they each put a hand on one of his thighs and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Uh... wh-what are you guys doing?" Rob asked, sounding a little bewildered, as he looked back and forth between Simon and Ethan, after they'd sat back up.

"Well, remember when you were living with us, in the beginning, when you were sharing my bed?" Simon asked.

"Yeah," Rob said, looking quizzically at him.

"Well, you told me you'd never had sex, and it seemed you wanted to. Well... me and Ethan thought maybe we could help you out with that," Simon said, looking carefully at Rob. "But only if you want us to!"

Rob's eyes got big, as he looked back and forth between Simon and Ethan.

"Is this a joke?" he asked, finally.

"No, Rob," Ethan said, smiling quietly at him. "But, you need to understand that this is just a one-time thing. We don't intend to become regular partners with you. It's not that we don't like you. We do. But, Simon and I are in a relationship together. We're partners. We aren't going to start having sex with anyone else on a regular basis. We care a lot for you though. You're like a brother to us. And, well... we want to give you a good experience for your first time!"

Rob sat looking at Ethan, with watery eyes. Finally he said, "You guys are the greatest!"

"How 'bout it then? Would you like us to get you off?" Simon asked, smiling.

Rob smiled a little then.

"What do I have to do?" he asked.

"Just get naked, get on your bed, lay there, and let us take care of you!" Simon told him.

"Just like that? Aren't you getting naked too?" Rob asked.

Simon and Ethan grinned.

"We will if you want us to!" Simon replied, saucily, glancing down at Rob's crotch and noticing that it was bulging a little, suddenly.

"Well, it'd be weird getting naked, if you don't," Rob said.

"As long as you're sure you want to do this!" Ethan said, looking at Rob.

"Oh yeah!" Rob said, smiling.

Rob's smile looked a little nervous though, Ethan thought.

Simon stood up and quickly started stripping. Rob stared at Simon, as he hooked his thumbs in his jeans and boxers and pushed them down to the floor. When Simon stood up, after pulling his pants off over his feet, his penis was stiff as a board, and pointing right at Rob.

"Wow!" Rob said, staring at Simon's hardon.

"You gonna get naked too?" Ethan asked, as Rob reached for Simon's penis.

Simon swiftly drew in his breath, as Rob's hand encircled his throbbing member, and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Sure thing!" Rob said, releasing Simon's cock, and standing up.

As Rob disrobed, so did Ethan. Shortly, all three boys were standing facing each other. All of them had erections that were throbbing.

"Wow! Nice one!" Ethan said to Rob, as he took Rob's penis in his hand and gave it a squeeze. "It's a little bigger than mine I think."

Ethan gave Rob's dick a couple of tugs.

"Oh God!" Rob gasped, pushing his hips forward a little toward Ethan, and reaching for Ethan's dick.

"C-can I touch it?" Rob said, hesitantly, looking at Ethan, before grabbing his penis.

"Well... I was kind of hoping you might!" Ethan said, smiling.

Rob smiled back, then took Ethan's erection in his hand, and began gently massaging it.

Simon stood up then and reached down behind Rob and ran a finger between his ass cheeks, pressing inward, until the tip of his finger rubbed over Rob's asshole.

"Fuck!" Rob exclaimed, closing his eyes, but pushing his butt back a little, so Simon could rub him some more.

Rob reached down and began massaging Simon's cock again. The three boys stood together for a few minutes, with Rob masturbating Ethan and Simon, and Ethan jerking Rob off, while Simon fingered Rob's asshole. All three boys were enjoying themselves quite a bit.

Finally, Ethan said, "Why don't you lie down on the bed now Rob? Before we have to get going."

Rob looked disappointed, but quickly backed over to his bed, and laid down.

"Just lay back and relax!" Ethan said, as he knelt on the floor at the edge of the bed, between Rob's legs.

Rob looked down at Ethan expectantly. Suddenly, Ethan dove for Rob's cock, and swallowed almost the whole thing. Rob let out a gasp, and his eyes got huge, as Ethan's mouth slid down over his rigid cock, and he began sucking up and down on it.

"OH FUCK!" he exclaimed.

Meanwhile, Simon had gotten on the bed next to Rob and was worming his fingers between Rob's ass cheeks again. Rob spread his legs as far apart as possible, hoping to afford Simon better access.

Ethan stopped sucking on Rob for a minute, and picked up his legs, pushing them back up against his chest, but spreading them apart. This fully exposed Rob's tightly puckered, pink rosebud. Before returning to Rob's cock, Ethan swiped at Rob's asshole with his tongue, a couple times, and gave him a little rimming.

"Holy Fuck!" Rob Exclaimed.

After Ethan returned to sucking on Rob's dick, Simon pulled a small tube of lube from his pocket, and squirted some on his finger. Then, with Ethan sucking up and down on Rob's shaft, Simon began fingering Rob's asshole. Within a minute, Rob's body was trembling, and he was whimpering softly. Ethan tasted the first drops of Rob's pre-cum.

Simon gently pressed on Rob's anus, and his greased finger slid right up inside Rob.

"OH!" Rob exclaimed.

Simon began finger-fucking Rob, as Ethan continued sucking up and down on his dick. Shortly, Rob was twitching about on his bed, moaning almost continuously. Simon entered a second finger up Rob's asshole, and Ethan sucked up and down a little harder and faster.

Suddenly Rob's body tensed up and his face contorted. Then, with a groan, he began pumping Ethan's mouth full of jism.

"Oh Fuck!" Rob cried quietly, as Ethan and Simon continued working on him, and he flooded Ethan's mouth with his cum again.

Ethan and Simon kept on working on Rob, until it was clear, he was finished! Then finally, Simon pulled his fingers from Rob's asshole, and Ethan licked Rob clean, then pulled off him.

"Oh Fuck! That was awesome!" Rob said, smiling up at Simon and Ethan, as his dick began to shrink back to normal.

"Glad you liked it!" Ethan said.

"And ... Merry Christmas!" Simon added.

Rob grinned at the two of them. "Thanks guys! That was so great! I can't believe you did that for me!"

"Well, you are kinda cute!" Simon said, smirking.

"And Simon told me you had a big one!" Ethan said, snickering.

"Yeah, but... well... I didn't think you guys would want to," Rob said.

"Well, we agreed that if we were together, and it was just this once, we could be with you. And, it's not something we'd do for just anyone either! You're special!" Simon said.

Rob grinned at them and said, "You guys are the best! Can I do you now????"

Ethan and Simon exchanged glances, then Ethan said, "I don't think there's time. But thanks for the offer!"

"Oh! OK then," Rob said, looking a little disappointed, getting up.

Just then, the boys heard me calling them.

"We'll be there in a minute!" Simon hollered.

"That's what I thought!" Ethan said, smiling.

Rob smiled then too and said, "I see what you mean. Thanks so much though! You have no idea what this means to me."

Simon and Ethan each gave Rob a hug and a kiss. Then, all three quickly put their clothes back on, and trooped downstairs.

We said good-bye to the Watkinses, and took off.

On our way back to our apartment, Simon said, "This really has been a great Christmas!"

We all agreed with him.

"So what are we going to do with the rest of our vacation?" Simon asked.

Grinning, I said, "I'm sure we'll find plenty of things to keep us busy!"...

The next chapter in this series will be published shortly.