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  “He’ll get in touch when he wants to. If he wants to. Stop worrying. You did your job. Really well. It was a great sense of closure for me to dip my dong into that cream bowl over and over.” Geo planted a grateful kiss on Dol’s broad forehead. “I lived with that kid for two years, and he can be flaky.” He sighed. “We can all be flaky sometimes, I guess.”

  “I should call. I don’t mind being the helicopter parent. Do you have his cell number?”

  “Sorry. It was on speed dial. I never learned it. He made me wipe it when he left. I’m not even sure where the apartment is. Kissimmee, I think. And he unfriended me on Facebook and cut me off on Twitter right after the big breakup, and I’m still blocked. Relax. He’s probably just distracted with the holidays and all. Believe me, he’s a survivor. You did your best. C’mere.” He reached out his muscular arms and folded Dol into them. At that moment, Peter and his ass seemed farther and farther away from the two of them.

  New Year’s Eve came. Former lover and his problem solved… or not… faded far into the distance.

  Early in the evening the happy, settled couple went to a club and danced themselves silly. Back at the house, they prepared to celebrate what looked like the beginning of something long-term wonderful evolving.

  George’s phone rang.

  “It’s probably Marv. He said yesterday he was going to call and congratulate you for saving his marriage.”

  The big man grinned, reaching for the instrument. “How’d I do that?”

  “Before you came along, I was a bastard of a boss, he says. Which made him a lousy husband having to put up with me. Now, since you, I’m all sweetness and light… he says. Cindy wants to thank you too.”

  George’s broad grin collapsed as he glanced at the phone. “Uh-oh. It’s Peter.”

  “The kid’s got lousy timing. You always said that.”

  George listened, crestfallen. “He wants to come over… ‘pleeeze,’” he grimly parroted. “And he wants to bring the new guy with him.”

  “Now?”

  “Yeah. He promises they’ll be long gone before the ball drops.”

  “The fucking ball has already been dropped.” Dalton spread his hands in exasperation. “Well, did it work or not? Is Lazlo banging him or not?”

  “That’s what he wants to talk about. Big surprise.”

  “So he’s not being banged. Fuck. Or he’s not doing it right. What the fuck are we supposed to do about it? Can’t kids learn anything on their own these days?”

  “C’mon, man. I want to see who took my place. I bet I’m still way ahead.” He kissed an exasperated Dol on the cheek, who humphed, dropped to his knees, clutched the man’s formidable rump, and buried his face in George’s fulsome crotch.

  “Okay,” the pleased boyfriend agreed into his cell. “But, remember, Peter, this is a big-deal night to us. We’d like to spend it alone. No offense. Okay… yeah…. See you in ‘a few.’” He shrugged as Dol stood. “So I’m shallow. He said they’d only stay for a little while. I just want to check the new guy out. I’ll make it up to you. Please, sir?” He snickered. “Can I have some more?”

  Dalton returned the smirk. “I love it when you talk literary allusions.” They high-fived.

  A little over half an hour later, the two young men arrived, and their two hosts admitted with a shared look of appreciation between them that the new addition was a winner.

  “He certainly made my early evening,” George admitted as he and Dalton convened in the kitchen to put out some New Year’s Eve munchies and sodas. Both couples were holding off alcohol until the ball dropped.

  “No wonder Peter wants to make a good impression and give him all he’s got to offer. You think he developed anal anxiousness from striving too hard to please? Performance anxiety? That is why they’re here, right?”

  “Yes, and I think the best thing to do is to just jump right in.” The two men reentered the living room with the refreshments.

  Handing the young men their drinks, Dalton continued. “I wish we had time for niceties, but we don’t, not tonight. We need to get right at it. And the ‘it’ is Pete’s tight-shut asshole, right?”

  Both young men blushed—a handsome contrast of colors—and nodded.

  Lazlo spoke hesitantly. “I understand you’ve been enormously helpful in getting Peter to relax and enjoy that particular expression of affection, sir.”

  “You can call me Dalton, Dol, or whatever derivation catches your fancy, kid. And I hope we can call you Lazzie, since we’re going to be discussing some very intimate actions.”

  “I’d like that.” The young man smiled dazzlingly. It was becoming more and more obvious why Peter wanted to please him.

  “We did everything you did, Dol,” the hopeful pleaser anxiously broke in. “Lazzie was great, I mean, he ate me out terrific, but for some reason it just didn’t work. Tight as a drum. Damn.”

  “Okay, we’ve got a couple of hours before the new year sets in,” Dalton briskly stated. “Into the bedroom, strip, and we’ll see what the problem might be. I take it you’ve taken care of the preliminaries and are ready to do the dirty… uh, deed?”

  The young men began nervously but quickly disrobing. “It’s kind of clinical now, I guess, huh?” Peter remarked. “Trying to figure out what’s wrong? Before, with you guys, it was so… easy.”

  “He’s right,” George agreed. “Let’s join ’em, Dol. This is supposed to be a loving experience, not a ‘Spread your cheeks and suck it up, kid,’ kind of thing. We’re just a bunch of guys having a good time. Gotta admit, us two old codgers are a little intimidated by you two fine figures. So forgive the flab. Gravity can be a cruel master.”

  “Bull. You guys are in great shape. I’ve told Lazzie, and now he can see for himself.”

  “You both look terrific,” Lazlo agreed, revealing an impeccably sculpted bronze body. “I don’t… I don’t really understand why you two….”

  “The past is past. We’re moving on to figure out how to brighten both your futures,” Dalton answered pleasantly. “Okay, Pet, onto the bed on all fours. Show us that beautiful butt button. Lazzie, let’s you and me go to work, and, George, to your station. Your dick down Peter’s loving gut. Even a more-than-willing participant sometimes needs a little misdirection, or big misdirection as the current case may be,” he explained to Lazlo. “Okay, let’s you and me wiggle our loving tongues where they will do the most good.”

  “Wait a minute,” Lazzie blurted out. “Do you think that could be the problem? Petey needs to be sucking on a cock while I blast his butt?”

  “Hm. I don’t think that’s necessarily the answer. After all, during his recent initiation, as it were, we pretty much mixed and matched to our hearts’, and Pete’s accepting ass’s, content with no particular problem on anybody’s end. What do you think, Petey?”

  “Mmfph….”

  “Oops, he’s already at it. Geo’s dick can be very persuasive. Well, let’s see what we’ve got here at the other end. Stretch those jaws and rev up that tongue, Lazzie. Give it your lovin’ all.

  “Yeah, that’s the way! Drive that mouth probe deeper. Twirl it around that nutritious nub. Oooh, I think the patient is responding. Look at those trembling tight folds loosening up. Okay, let’s swab some joy juice in there. Get it all nice and slicky-slidey.

  “My, my, what a fine powerful mop you’ve got there. We’ll certainly have to get back to that later. Here, let me help with the greasing. Precum coming! Oh yeah. Nothing like working together… man and… young man for a common good. Look at them pearly anointed gates irising open! Like a Star Trek portal opening onto another brave new world. Now, slide in a few gentle fingers to show how appreciative we….

  “Lookit that! Right in, no prob. Ream ’em around, and now it’s time for the main event. Bring that spectacularly fine male member into place. Ease on in, ease on in… the ho-ole. Hell, yes! Look at those sweet buttocks wiggling for more. And more is disappearing from view! Giving your beloved asshole your
finest! All foot and a half of fine fabulous fettle! In all the way! Bashing them big ole beautiful balls into that bountiful bowling ball buuutt! Wow! You two are truly made to fit. Destiny. In and out, man! In and out! In and out! Pound away! Totally awesome. Do you have any comments, my energetic young butt-fucker, on how the action is progressing? I don’t want to hog the—”

  “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I’m…. I…!” Lazlo groaned.

  “The way Pete’s ass is shaking, I’m thinking you’re not alone in being on the brink. And the way my rock-hard balls and bone are bedeviling me, you’re about to be joined…. Whoo!” Dalton grabbed his own dick and proceeded to briskly pound it. “’Scuse me, I am gonna blow me a massive wad!”

  The three men exploded while the fourth, now used to dealing with gutfuls of steaming shots of manjuice, serenely guzzled ejaculating stream after stream of Peter’s spurting semen.

  A few glorious elongated minutes of experiencing the mountaintop were followed by the delicious slide down the slopes until they all landed in a giggling, gurgling, laughing heap, clutching, stroking, hugging, and congratulating each other mightily, until in total exhaustion they spilled apart, howling at the ceiling and into the pillows.

  “That was fun!”

  “Uh… yeah. You could say that. Several times.”

  “Fun. Fun. Fun!”

  “With a butt like that, why on earth did you two ever…?”

  “Because destiny ordained that the result of my former lover’s impetuous and hurtful decision would result in this.”

  “The four of us having the fuck of our lives?”

  “Yeah, sounds like a very good ending to what started as a very bad breakup. Almost sounds like I’m advocating bad breakups. Not my intent.”

  “But if the combo isn’t quite right,” Dalton got a word in, “best the participants bid farewell, if not fondly then at least civilly, and start looking for greener pastures.”

  “Orlando! Couldn’t be more green adorning this handsome planet.”

  “Although we might have to take into account your definition of green. Seems a shame, though,” a regretful Peter noted, “all those good pre-breakup days should go to waste just ’cause one immature member of the former team has short-term memory loss.”

  “Uh, what are you saying, exactly?” enquiring Lazlo wanted to know.

  “I think,” Geo said, slyly, “the young penitent is saying he likes group grope.”

  “Oh, that! Oh yeah, this is fun!” Peter gigglingly groped whatever was close at hand.

  “And we’ve only just begun.” Dalton grinned, moving onto his back in the center of the bed. “Now, who would like to sit on my boner while some other eager participant crouches over my upturned face and poles his penis down my well-lubed throat?”

  “Wait, wait,” George excitedly suggested. “Is it possible first to slide between your welcoming muscular thighs—yeah, that’s it, spread ’em wide, hump up the hips—and plow you—yeah, it slides right in!—while someone squats over—well, hello there, handsome Lazlo—and lowers himself—oooh, lookit that! All gone!—and the remaining teammate…. Wow. Ahead of me. Already vacuuming the kid’s nuts up through that silken, slick tube. Okay, gang, now go!”

  And so the night went. About 2:00 a.m. they realized they had missed the New Year’s Eve countdown and vowed to keep celebrating into the New One until not a combination of positions had been overlooked. Then as the newly yeared Orlando dawn broke, and after taking a fortifying early breakfast break, they found themselves willing to forego certain robust activities to cuddle and coo and finally fall into a satisfying semen-sloshed snooze.

  The two young men woke first, and when, later in the afternoon, Dalton and George were roused with gentle kisses and probing tongues, they announced they had a New Year’s resolution to offer. They resolved to be available to the two older dudes for whatever and whenever the older dudes might have in mind. Further, they hoped the arrangement would lead to something more permanent than just being “available.” They realized they were young and flighty but were looking forward to being properly guided and disciplined into ardent and responsible lovers.

  “How available?” George asked.

  “Three, four times a week. More? Move in?”

  And so it came to pass. The neighbors’ tongues wagged for a while, but gradually, as cookouts and play dates came and went, the neighbors came to accept the somewhat unorthodox arrangement of the four who, in the goodness of their hearts and openness of their asses, would occasionally take in an inquisitive wayward husband or lover and, after proper conditioning, guide them back onto the right track.

  Everybody was happy.

  And isn’t that what we all want?

  Hell, yes!

  Especially in Orlando.

  TROY STORM has had over two hundred erotic gay, bi, and straight short stories published in a variety of small magazines, most of which don’t exist anymore, and under a variety of pen names, of which Troy Storm has risen to the top to helm his burgeoning online and what’s-left-of-print career. His short stories currently appear in several anthologies available at your local humongous bookstore and his online ménage novels comprise couplings of all men to all women and various combinations in between. December is his favorite winter month and having participated in other holiday story ventures, he is delighted to be a part of Dreamspinner’s 2013 Advent Calendar Anthology. He is a long-standing member of Romance Writers of America and has served in numerous writing and critical capacities for that hardworking, hard-loving bunch of dedicated romancers. He has been fortunate to work all over the US from sea to shining sea and now travels extensively even further with his better half of many years. He wishes everyone the best and most romantic holiday season ever.

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  Free to Love

  By Kris T. Bethke

  Henry is tired of hiding their relationship, but Shane is afraid to risk losing his job and his parents by coming out as gay. When his worst fears prove true, Shane finds that life outside his parents’ repressive control is so much better than anything he could have imagined.

  THE BEACH was deserted. Despite the bright sunshine, the temperature was cool and most people had stayed away. Which made it the ideal place to meet and talk. The wind was a little rough off the ocean, biting at my ears and making it hard to hear. That’s why we were sitting so closely together. At least that’s what I told myself.

  Henry had kicked off his sneakers and pulled his socks off, leaving both discarded on the beach. He’d done a bit of pacing, which I’d come to expect from him when he was thinking, before sitting beside me and curling his bare toes in the sand. I was as close as I dared to be, our shoulders barely touching, and I had to remind myself that we were completely alone to stop myself from constantly glancing around.

  We’d almost been found out. I was always so careful, but one wayward touch when I thought no one was looking had nearly revealed the truth. People were starting to ask questions. Pointed ones about just why I spent so much time with him. I’d done my best to deflect, but I knew it wouldn’t work forever. Not anymore. Not when suspicion was so high. And the longer I didn’t answer, the more I avoided it, the more forceful those people would become.

  I was pulling away from him and he knew it.

  “Aren’t you tired of hiding?” Henry’s voice was low and pain-filled. I hated that I was the reason behind it.

  What could I say that I hadn’t already? I couldn’t come out, and he knew that when he’d gotten involved with me. I’d been honest from the start. If I did, I’d be out of a job and out of the family. My parents wouldn’t accept a gay son, and we both knew it. To say that they were bigots was an understatement. Hell, they’d disowned my sister when she’d chosen to date a black man. My parents had refused to go to her wedding, and they’d never met their grandson. And I was nowhere near as
brave as she was. It was easier to just pretend and keep the peace. Even if I hated every second of it.

  “You know I am,” I murmured, leaning just a tiny bit closer. For just a fraction of a second, Henry’s body relaxed. Then the tension returned, worse than before. “But I don’t have a choice.”

  “Dammit, Shane,” he whispered fiercely. “I love you. So goddamn much it hurts. But I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep hiding and sneaking around. I want to show you off everywhere, and barely anyone knows we’ve been dating for two fucking years!”

  He was killing me. My heart physically hurt. I knew it was too much to ask. Only his family and a few close, trusted friends knew the truth about us. It was so hard on Henry, who didn’t hide anything. He lived every aspect of his life out loud. And because I wanted him in my life so badly, I’d forced him to shove his light down, to keep it shuttered away from the rest of the world because I was too scared to admit I was in love with a man.

  I knew this secret meeting on the beach was going to be our good-bye. That was why I’d asked him to meet me. I knew it would hurt. I had no idea it would feel like someone was ripping out a piece of my soul and destroying it in fire. There were tears in my eyes, making them sting in the wind, but there was no way I would let them fall. I wouldn’t make it worse for both of us by letting him see me cry.

  “I love you.” I could say the words easily when it was just us. The next part caught in my throat, but I forced it out. I had to let him go. “But I can’t keep doing this to you. You deserve better than a scared, closeted coward. I love you, but I can’t be with you.”

  Henry’s gaze snapped to mine. I saw the fire in his eyes. I loved his passion, even when it was mired in anger. “So that’s it?” he hissed. “You’re just going to walk away?”

  “What do you want from me?” I growled back, the pain in my chest making my words sharp. “I can’t give you what you want, what you deserve. Isn’t it better if we just end things?”