Chapter 12: Thursday December 30, 1993.
Back in October Mom planned a New Year's Eve party at our home, I invited Tom. Mom invited (several people and) her best friend Maggie (Bethany's mother) and Bethany. Tom got permission to stay two nights (thurs nite, fri nite), he's due home Saturday (January 1st) by 5pm (we both had homework since the schools re-open on Monday morning). We convinced our moms the 2-night plan was safer because we wouldn't have to drive at night. I drove over to pick him up Thursday late in the day because Maria was going out on a date and needed the car. Tom cooked us burgers while I waited, in the car his clothes smelled like restaurant kitchen.
I got there about forty minutes before he got off work, mostly so I could watch him walk around the place and admire his butt. He was too busy to talk much so I sat there sipping a coffee then suddenly the waitress set a large plate in front of me with an omelet, toast, sausages, and hash browns. He cleaned every empty table and got all the dishes back and run through the dish washer. I think it's kind of a joke at Star's they all called it a 'Wash Disher' instead of the correct name. I saw he was training a new employee, someone else to do his job, but this new guy was much older and looked like he was from the Philippines, and he spoke Spanish like a real Texan. Tom told me the new guy was born and raised in Texas.
We left together at 9pm, and I was stuffed. He carried the bag with two burgers, but no fries, just burger, onion, tomato, lettuce, mayo, mustard, on a bun. On the drive home Tom told me they purchased frozen blocks of ground beef that came in 25 pound boxes and it came from a large butcher operation in Amarillo and contained no reclaimed scrap meat, which was why it tasted so nice flame grilled or on the griddle.
Thursday December 30, 1993
Tom arrived with clothes for two days in a backpack along with some dress clothes for the party and his own stuff for the bathroom. His second stop was my shower. He came back to my room with a towel around his waist. I was at the computer writing an email when Tom walked-in looking wet and sexy. The smile on his face told me he was happy and confident he turned me on just walking in the room. I noticed he had the towel around his waist really low in front to show off the top line of pubes and his belly button and the hairless smooth flesh all around it.
I must admit that Tom's belly is so flawless and inviting I can hardly stand looking at it. The sight of his lower tummy makes me want to scream and run over and rub my face all over it. His belly is hairless and aside from the small dark diagonal line from his stab wound, he has no moles or other skin imperfections, just a wide deep flawless belly button in the middle of a rather flat lower abdomen. I could go on and on about his body, but the flawless flesh continues all the way to his neck.
While he put on his chosen sleeping attire (old sweatpants and a baggy soft t-shirt) I went to the kitchen to fill our water bottles with filtered water from the refrigerator. I also put his work clothes in the washer, and turned on the TV to HBO.
At a city recycle station Mom found a case of those old 16 ounce returnable Coke bottles and brought them home and got rubber stoppers for them. I had four of them in my room full of filtered water for washing down tadpoles.
My room had its own thermostat so we could change it to match our clothes or mood, so I had it set a little bit on the cool side for sleeping under a bed sheet. I had also acquired a 25 watt blue light bulb and stuck it in the lamp on the dresser. He looked pleasantly surprised by the change when I switched the room over to blue lighting, which made him look darker and his nips looked like puffy black marshmallows.
I stripped naked. He dropped his towel to the floor and stood naked with his masculine beauty on full display. I offered my hand, he joined me in bed.
As he climbed into my bed I gestured to the remote control for my TV on the desk. Tom handed it over then slipped under the sheet beside me like two spoons in the drawer.
Tom asked where the burgers were and I said they were in the refrigerator down in the veggie drawer. I asked if he wanted one and he said no.
We watched the movie Dazed and Confused on HBO. Tom was on his back, I spent half the movie with my head on his stomach, slowly riding up and down as he breathed and jiggled when he laughed. I could have spent hours more with my hand and face on or near his belly, it's practically my favorite place in Texas.
When the movie on HBO was over Tom changed the channel to one of the music-only stations on cable picking one with soft new-age instrumentals, but it seemed to fit really well tonight. They played a lot of songs by Patrick O'Hearn. I reached up and turned off the reading light.
I slid back up so we were shoulder to shoulder and rolled on my back, Tom was on his side facing me. He gently placed his left hand on the side of my face pulling me towards him to gently place some very romantic kisses on my lips. We both had our eyes closed, I peeked.
For some reason the music seemed perfect, we gently smooched to the slow pace of the songs on TV, just touching our lips together, softly. My head faced his so he lowered his hand to my chest to softly fingertip massaged my tits. He gently ran his finger tips around in a circle that caressed every inch of my tits, my dick got super hard, and it soon started dripping.
My tits don't puff-out like Tom's, they follow the contour of my chest, and mine are dark red in color. Mom showed me when I wore a thin white shirt everyone could see my dark red nipples as two faint circles under my shirt. Sometimes I wore an undershirt to hide the circles. Mine are smaller than Tom's and mine are almost as big around as a can of sliced black olives in the store.
That evening was very different for us. Instead of rushing to get naked and fuck it was an evening of gentle touch and intimate holding and time being together in near silence. Maybe I was wrong but I saw it as proof that he loved me too, but I was afraid to ask. If he felt it strong enough he'd tell me.
We alternated between kissing and hugging and rocking gently together in a semi-aligned pile of bodies, naked under the sheets simply expressing our growing affection for each other in our first true moment of just passion.
To me it felt wonderful being together, it felt wonderful being held in his arms, it felt great with his flesh against mine,
Luckily Crow went to bed with Mom so we had room on the bed. I spent a bit of time with him in my mouth, but not intending to make him come, just to enjoy the intimacy. I also spent time rubbing my face side to side across his belly button. I kissed and licked the inside of his hole, then up to his chest I slowly dragged my tongue across one of his tits while gently finger-rubbing the other. Like me, that made him hard so I held his head between my lips while he wanked into my mouth, then I chased it with water. I wanted some of it to linger in my mouth so I could fall asleep with his flavor on my tongue. Your flavor was one thing no man could fake.
We fell asleep like that, him on his back with my head on his shoulder and arm, my hand on his stomach.
We'd breathed each other's air, shared hair in the face, nose tips to flesh, lips running sideways over each other's lips. I swear I kissed every square inch of his face and belly that evening, and a bunch of 'em more 'an once.
We slept until the first rays of the sun woke Tom up to pee, climbing out of bed woke me too. He stopped to pull on his underwear from the bedroom floor then walked to my bathroom. I took my turn then we returned to bed and dozed off again.
I thought to myself I should beg Mom to finish the remodel of my bathroom and have the tub removed, replaced with a shower, and the door added directly into my bedroom, then remove the hallway door. I think she'll say NO because I'm leaving for college soon. I told her it would increase the value of the house, but she still would disagree.
Friday December 31, 1993
We both slept 'til Mom knocked on the door and called us for breakfast around 8am. We sat across the corner of the bar eating while Mom enjoyed making lots of food for us to chow down. I think she believed we looked malnourished. She scrambled six eggs, cooked homemade waffles (on her antique waffle iron), half a package of bacon, with coffee. She said it was a little intimidating cooking breakfast for a cook, Tom laughed loudly and told her she made a great breakfast.
I started-up the computer so we could check out the CB Simulator (a large chat room, with themes for certain rooms (channels)) on CompuServe, which we did for a while acting like one person, Tom worked the keyboard with both of us deciding what to type. We had a great time being goofy in the Texas Gay Youth Forum chat room with about thirty other people.
Tom sat in my office chair, I mostly sat on the bed or stood behind him massaging his shoulders, neck, and upper back. He was totally absorbed in the chat room, I was hiding my boner poking the back of the office chair. He was totally unaware of my problem.
"Is there any possibility one of them was your deaf friend Dan?" He asked.
"Uhh, I never thought of that but yes, it's possible but I would probably pick him out because of the words he typed." I replied.
Around 9am I was on my side on the bed watching Tom have a blast on some CB channel, but it got boring after a while. But I couldn't get my mind off his muscular body sitting there just a few feet away. I started to feel like such a perv wanting him when I assumed he totally forgot where he was and was mentally focused on the chat room.
"You ever CB chat at home?" I asked Tom.
"Uhhh, no not really. I don't spend much time on Compuserve, it ties up the phone. You guys got two lines," he replied.
After another half hour Tom pushed himself away from the desk with a smile. I was on my side watching his amazing body imagining he was nude and we were in a quiet hotel room somewhere. He got in bed beside me, we stared at the ceiling.
"Any of those guys from here?" I enquired thinking about Dan.
"They were mostly from Austin and Dallas but I only checked a few. One was from Houston." He said looking up at the ceiling.
"I think in about four hours Mom's gonna want us ready for party setup. Wanna walk Crow with me?"
"You bet, lez-go." He rolled off the bed but I reached over and grabbed his shoulder and rolled him back and leaned over to kiss him, then I licked his tit again and then went for his dick, which was limp but it tasted the same. He let me have it as long as I wanted. He never got hard so I French kissed his belly button again then we both got up.
We got dressed since it was sunny and breezy but cold (41 degrees F) outside. We got our stuff on, and went to the kitchen. Tom grabbed the short leash off the hook and walked by the door and held it up, he said he saw Crow shift his eyes from the TV over to the leash, and he slid off the sofa and joined us. Tom opened the door and we let him run in the back yard in case he needed to poop. While we watched him trot around the yard Tom reached over and squeezed my groin and told me he was just checking!
After bagging his deposit he put Crow on the short leash and we walked to the baseball field where we played Tag for a short time, then Crow quit and ran around the field sniffing here and there. Crow often got lost in his little world of scents. Tom walked up beside me as we slowly turned to keep an eye on Crow that he didn't wander out the only two gates. The fences kept him from running out into the street but he could escape if he really wanted to, and the fact that he never did (IMO) was an indicator that he was happy with my family.
Tom picked up the tennis ball which had dried out a little and gently tossed it (underhand) at me. I tried to catch it but missed. I picked it up and tossed it back to him so he tossed it back to me. Next time I actually caught it.
At one point I caught in the corner of my vision that Crow noticed us tossing his ball back and forth and watched closely. Then in a flash after Tom threw it a large black blur snatched the ball out of the air and walked off with his toy. That was the end of our game. Tom looked at me and gestured sort of a "WTF?" and we watched the dog walk away. I smiled and shrugged my shoulders and told him sometimes dog justice was harsh. He said, "I guess so!"
I told him it goes back to his residual Wolf DNA, and he decided it was Game-Over time! Crow did not often get to decide things so when he could it was usually done in his favor, regardless of the outcome.
Tom shouted at the dog, "You mind if we play with your ball?" The dog kept walking toward the exit but stopped, looked at him and dropped the ball on the sand by the gate. Just the way he did it was kind of funny, Tom flipped off the dog. I told him the dog doesn't understand the middle finger gesture, but he saw it.
We walked back to my house, Crow selected the route. He decided to go straight home. On the walk home I told Tom I wondered where the middle finger gesture came from. He said he looked it up in the library once, it was thousands of years old, the middle finger often represented a boner and the two fingers beside it represented the testicles, and it was never meant nicely. Tom said it was probably used in anger during construction of the pyramids.
We walked Crow in through the kitchen door, he went directly to his food bowls, and he must have been hungry and thirsty before we left. Crow seemed to be getting used to Tom, he didn't prance at all in his presence. And he let Tom walk him, hold the leash, and give him correcting tugs when Crow pulled too hard. I pointed that out but it meant nothing to Tom. I noticed a Crown Vic was parked along our street near the corner of Oakhurst at Sandie Drive. I never mentioned it and Tom didn't seem to notice, but the car looked empty. It had those same weird blue and white plates as all the others.
After the dog was done eating he re-joined us in my room with a ring of saliva foam around his lower jaw. As I closed the door mom shouted, "Grocery store run at 4pm, party set-up starts at 5pm, guests arrive at eight." Then I closed the door, looked at the clock, it was 11:05am.
I knew we'd run out of stuff to do for a while, Crow was crashed on the bed ignoring us. I didn't really want to go back online so I asked Tom if he needed to iron his party clothes, he lit up briefly in the face and said that was a great idea so we both got out our dress clothes and went to the utility room. On the way I grabbed a paper towel and wiped off the dog's mouth so `byproduct' didn't get on anyone's clothes.
I got the clothes iron down from the cabinet while he lowered the ironing board from its wall cabinet. That job wasted about another twenty minutes, Crow stuck his head in the door to see what the odd sounds/smells were. Plus we were next to his bowl stand, which was his space. I think Crow felt that anyone near his bowls needed proper supervision by a proper dog! That part of the utility room was his turf and the ironing board was under his jurisdiction because it was almost directly above his bowls.
When Crow peeked in the room I held the clothes iron up, pointed to it and slowly said "Iron." Then I said it again slowly, "Eye-urn" I told him "Iron is hot." Then he backed up and returned to his thrown - the sofa.
We ironed our stuff and returned them to hangars which we hung in my closet. We decided to take Crow for an extended walk so we got out the long and short leashes but only hooked him to the long one, about four feet in length and very strong welded links. I also brought a can of pepper spray but didn't bring a golf club since there were two humans.
We walked to the park (John Stiff Memorial Park, he is a former city manager of Amarillo and WW2 veteran) in the opposite direction from my school, which was about six blocks away. Crow loved the sights and smells, stopping frequently to leave scented pee and even dropped a deuce a few blocks from home which I collected and tossed in a trash can at the bus stop at Storm Street and 45th Avenue.
John Stiff Park was huge, but depending on the weather lots of time the grass looked dead (or dormant). They were talking about building a fenced dog park but lots of people walked their dogs off leash there to let them run. When we got there the place was mostly empty (because of the weather) so we went over by the playground equipment. I left the long leash on the dog so he had to drag it around, sort of a signal he was not free to explore.
A dog club in Amarillo paid for yellow traffic warning signs, a diamond shape with the icon for a dog on the street, warning drivers to watch for dogs. I thought that was an excellent idea.
We sat on the swings and watched Crow sniff the ground along the sidewalk. With the grass all dead it made the large black dog even more visible but there was nobody else around. He usually attracted a crowd, especially small kids. I think Crow liked being the center of attention in public, one of the perks of being a Dane. I should have named him Magnet instead of Crow.
Eventually a few kids showed up at the playground and wanted to pet the giant dog.
In every group of kids there's always one who says, "He's as big as a horse!" And there's always one person who says something about putting a saddle on him. I always told them dogs are not built for carrying weight on their backs like a horse or donkey.
Crow loved being the center of attention and being petted by small kids who were only as tall as his ears. He stood perfectly still like a statue and let them do whatever they wanted. I kept one hand near his head just in case because you never knew for certain when it came to dog brains. But like always he was a very well behaved dog soaking up the attention spotlight. He seemed to fully understand the situation and wanted to make a good impression.
We tried to get him to sit on a swing or climb up a slide but he simply wouldn't fit or want to risk his own safety and neither of us wanted to carry the 150 pound dog up the slide ladder. That was one risk taking him far from home, if he got hurt it would be nearly impossible to carry him home.
The playground had a small fort with two wood towers and a suspended wooden bridge between them which we got Crow to step up onto. I think as long as he couldn't see through it in his mind meant it's safe, which I thought was mostly why he didn't like the stairs at my grandparents.
We got home around 3:15pm. Crow went straight to his water then crashed on the TV room sofa and took a nap. We sat there too watching the TV while Mom finished decorating for tonight. Just then she walked in the TV room and spoke to us with a big smile on her face. "You boys going to be ready to go the store with me at 4pm?"
I looked at Tom watching for any facial expression. "We'll be ready." He just smiled and nodded yes. Mom said her food orders were supposed to be ready by 4pm.
At 3:45 we went to my room and took turns checking our email then got dressed for the trip to the store and walked to the kitchen. Crow came in the room too sensing that the pack was about to leave. I asked him if he needed to go out but he stood un-moving so I took it that was a no.
We checked that the doors were locked and the TV was off then Mom led the march to the garage. Our chariot waited inside the heated garage. In twenty minutes we were in the deli section of the local Piggly Wiggly. We got stuff for the party tonight. Mom actually bought beer (2 cases), champagne (3 bottles), red wine (3 bottles), chips (5 types), sliced cheeses, dips, two imported cans of caviar, and tons of un-healthy stuff (Doritos) we normally didn't eat. She got some healthy snacks too and purchased two raw veggie platters. Tom and I barely talked. I asked how many people she expected and she said ten or more.
Tom asked why Doritos were not allowed in our house and Mom said in her opinion they were made from cattle feed (aka: Dent) which is not for human consumption. Tom rolled his eyes hearing her comment. I told him probably all corn chips of any type were made from GMO corn which was fine for making ethanol (or feeding to animals destined for slaughter before 2 years of life) but might not be good for humans who intend to live for 75 years. He looked at me like I was crazy for saying it. We usually got tortillas and chips at the downtown restaurant because they claimed theirs were locally made from locally grown corn, which was non-GMO.
Then we drove to a Mexican restaurant downtown where she had ordered a buffet party tray of chips, salsas, melted cheeses, and large smoked green onions. It was huge and looked wonderful, I walked Tom around back to see the smoker pit behind the kitchen, he said it was really cool.
They had a round pit about four feet wide and four feet deep. The entire pit was lined by large granite rocks and mortar. They had a heavy steel cover with a chain going up to a hoist to life the cover. They built a fire in the pit out of mesquite or oak for smoking meat, and sometimes for special parties they smoked large green onions. They got the fore going then re-arranged the wood to put out the fire, which made it smoke like crazy. Next they lowered in a steel stand to keep the food above the coals, then they added the meat or onions to smoke, and replaced the cover and left it smolder for hours. It had a three inch pipe to let in air to the bed of coals. After the tour of the pit we walked around to the parking lot and drove home.
Tom and I sat in the back seat holding the bags and tray on the seat to keep it from sliding to the floor if she had to brake suddenly. We carried all the stuff inside, while Mom continued setting up decorations for the party, like shiny banners and balloons and stuff. She crossed the living room with rolls of crepe paper, from corner to corner making a large twisted X in the center of the room.
Tom was surprised to see the smoked green onions were wrapped in many layers of newspaper but everything else was on proper aluminum catering trays. Mom said she ordered twenty five pounds of smoked onions and a large bowl of dip. She also made one of her own. She told us that smoked onions are excellent to eat with red wine and dipping sauces, or just plain.
I finished doing all our laundry while Tom helped Mom blow up balloons from a helium tank. Then I mopped the utility room, kitchen, and hand cleaned the entire lavatory near the front door. After that I ran the vacuum cleaner again in the living room, hallway, foyer, and kitchen. We went to my room and closed the door. Crow was on the sofa pretending to not watch TV again. Mom carried the HEPA air filter into the living room and turned it on high because we're always finding dog hair and afraid the house might smell like a kennel, we're just used to it so we don't notice.
We've been told before the house has a minor dog kennel odor, but it's very low level. Mom will probably burn incense when people start to arrive.
I asked Tom if our house smelled like dog, and he said it did a little sometimes but usually not. He said it seemed to coincide with the weather. If it was rainy out then he noticed dog odor but if it was dry then it went away. I told him that was why our house had no carpet, because of the dog. He said their house was fully carpeted except the kitchen and bathrooms.
Tom and I discussed our experiences at New Year parties in the past. We made up a game, quoting historical facts about December 31st from the encyclopedia on CompuServe and tried to guess if what each other said was BS or the truth, Mom joined-in. Crow was on the sofa trying to stay awake wondering what all the strange activity was leading to. The game was called Real or Not.
On December 31st in history:
Union ironclad ship the Monitor sinks off North Carolina.
Edison makes first public demonstration of the electric light bulb.
Brooklyn becomes part of NYC.
West Virginia becomes a colony.
905 inches of rain fall in one region of India (now Bangladesh) in one year.
Import of African Slaves banned in northern States in America.
Window Tax implemented in England causing many store owners to brick up their windows.
Marie Curie receives her 2nd Nobel Prize.
First trans-Atlantic radio-voice broadcast.
First female air-mail pilot.
Board game Monopoly is patented.
Hungary declares war on Germany.
Harry Truman says WW2 is officially over.
Jerry Garcia and Bob Weir play guitar together for the first time.
Ted Bundy escapes from jail.
And of course there were the ones we made up, which was the point of the game: detect the false anniversaries on December 31st:
Wales surrendered to Germany during WW2 after Poland fell in five days.
Italy invaded Moldova.
Egypt attacked Mali at sea.
Beatles White Album released in Burma and Laos on vinyl.
John Wayne died riding a horse on the beach near his home in Malibu.
Iraq begins military draft for all males who reached puberty. The price of disposable razor blades skyrockets across the Middle East.
India begins construction of the world's first indoor shopping mall in 1951.
After having amazing sex with Wilma at a drive-in movie Fred impulsively shouts "yabba dabba doo" which becomes his trademark exclamation during his 6-year acting career.
New Zealand (formerly known as Kolonga) declares independence from Tonga.
A Chinese machinist in Singapore invents a hand-powered machine to make the first disposable wood chopsticks from pre-cut lumber.
Vietnam and Laos are re-united.
First outdoor soccer game played in Antarctica.
The first hand-cranked air-raid siren is invented in Indonesia.
Passing gas in any mosque in Serbia is declared a criminal act.
Atoll Diego Garcia discovered by Egyptian Navy in the Indian Ocean but originally named Prince Shalleem Island.
And my favorite one:
During a worldwide tour to promote his new book Winston Churchill appeared on The Tonight Show. It was the largest TV audience in the history of the show.
At 5:30pm the house was ready for the party. Tom and I went to my room to get ready. We showered together after 6pm. This time he sat on the side of the tub and blew me while he rubbed my bung hole with his finger tips. I think it took about 50 seconds before my orgasm started. I warned him it was coming so he pulled off and I came on his chest, luckily we were already in the tub. We dried off and agreed to move quickly back to my room without any clothes. First, I opened the door and looked both ways for signs of Mom, but all I heard was the TV, so assuming she was in the kitchen or TV room we tip-toed naked down the hallway and to my room.
I sat nude on my office chair watching him pull on clean undies then he pulled on his black dress slacks and modeled them for me, all I saw was his belly button a couple inches above the waistband. I wanted to take pictures of him in that pose, but I had no film in the camera. Then it was my turn.
While I stepped inside the closet to get into my undies and socks I wondered how long his body would continue to turn me on, what would he look like getting out of the shower in his 50s.
I think for most young men with girl size nips as they get into their thirties they start to shrink down to normal size because they had big fluctuations of male hormones during puberty.
Around 8pm guests started to arrive. I kept Crow in my bedroom because he usually got too close with visitors. I planned on a brief doggie show-and-tell with him on a leash after everyone was fed and intoxicated. He liked to get nearly nose to nose with visitors but to anyone not accustomed to his size it was often frightening at first. To me it was evidence that he has a vision sweet-spot just inches beyond his nose, which was why he liked looking at human faces nose to nose.
Mom also invited her boss and his wife, I invited Daniel but he had party plans with Carlos. Mom invited the vet and his wife, they also owned the Mexican restaurant downtown. The vet's wife worked at Pantex too, they made one of our deli trays for the party.
We actually used the living room for this party, it's plenty big enough. We brought in chairs from the dining table so everyone had a seat. Mom worked for hours cleaning the house and got everything just right for the party. Mom also baked a large pan of cheese (CheezWhiz) covered tortilla chips, topped with salsa, olives, sour cream, chives, and sprinkled with crushed red peppers. Those were the first to run out, the smoked onions went fast too.
I wore a simple black suit and white shirt with a narrow red tie. We put the red bow-tie from last Christmas on Crow again. I tried to show him what he looked like in the mirror but he seemed distracted by all the new stuff going on in the house.
By 8pm everyone (nine visitors) was here. I stayed on the outskirts as a server. Tom helped Mom keep the food warm and served on trays to the guests. Nobody got drunk but everyone was ethanol positive, including Crow. Bethany came with her mother and helped in the kitchen too so could talk to Tom; I think she was flirting slightly.
Early on Bethany walked into the kitchen and introduced herself, they talked in the kitchen for a while. I think she finally got the message (about my sexuality) but we still planned on going to prom together on Saturday April 9th in the school gym. I never asked Tom what they talked about, my guess was it was unimportant or he would have said something. She's been a good friend since we were little kids.
I think most people when they first casually meet Tom get the impression he's gay because: he's too pretty, talks with a bit of a metro-sexual accent, and his mannerisms are not very masculine.
Beth and her mom got here early, like 8:35pm and she talked to Tom more than anyone else. I think that meant she thought he was a hottie. I think Tom did his charm school routine on her too. They worked as a team in the kitchen to keep the food warm and the snack trays loaded. I floated around in the living room with one tray and a bottle of chilled wine.
The one friend of mine who needs to become a friend to Tom is Daniel. I suspect once we move to Galveston it will be twelve months or less until Daniel moves down to attend school there too. I think Daniel wants to become a teacher some day, teach deaf kids and their relatives how to use ASL. I would have invited Daniel if I didn't invite Tom. My mom actually knew Daniel's parents, especially his mother.
A couple of our guests looked like they got really toasted eating smoked onions and red wine. They said the combination went great together and then I noticed she was talking way too loud and laughing too much at everyone's jokes. Mom looked at me and tried to keep a straight face. I think that couple met Mom at a yoga class last year. The two of them ran a financial advisory company, sort of like Edward Jones. Once again Tom and I were the only ones without college degrees, oh and Bethany too. But Bet has big round tits which is almost as good as a college degree.
It kind of makes me wonder, if she got Tom into the garage and dropped her shirt would he do her on the spot? I suspect he would, as a public service. He might even consider it charity.
At 11:20pm I brought out Crow for his debut. The vet and his wife howled with pleasure at his size and appearance with his bright red bow tie and good manners on the shortest leash. The Vet was the guy who saved Crow's life and performed the emergency C-section on his mother. They dried him off and handed him to me after spending twenty minutes on the newborn puppy warmer. When he was born from nose to butt he was about six inches long and weighed about 2.1 pounds.
I demonstrated a couple `things' he did and rewarded him for his better than average behavior around all the guests but I never let him loose. We told the story of his short trip through the living room window to terminate the life of the guy who tried to kill Tom (in front of a protective Great Dane). They all heard about it in the news. The room got quiet as everyone looked at the window and then back at Crow in amazement. I said, "Yes, that is the window he ran through to save us."
People seated around the living room at first couldn't believe he ran through a large plate glass window without injury. I said he might have been sore in a few places but he seemed fine. He was extremely freaked out by the huge police response.
I stood in front of him and turned around and gestured at my shoulders. Crow lowered his front legs and bounced up and landed his front feet on my shoulders and sniffed the hair on top of my head and briefly touched his jaw on my forehead to demonstrate how tall he was. I was certain Crow really liked showing off his height. Then he reached up with his nose and sniffed the pull chain on the ceiling fan. After that he dropped down and looked at his audience.
Crow boofed on command but not very loud, he shook hands, gave a kiss, sat, went to bed, returned and sat by my side all by verbal or gesture commands. The group applauded his performance. Crow thought it's embarrassing to make him perform but he did it because he loved being the center of attention almost as much as ice cream.
The Vet even moved to kneel in front of Crow and shake his hand out of respect. While he was on his knees in front of Crow he turned to the room and told everyone how the last time he saw Crow he was a month old when he came in for his puppy shots. He told us he brought him into this world because he was too big to be born naturally, but the day he emerged from his mother he was small enough you could hold him in the palm of your hand! Crow was very serious because he knew we were talking about him. He stood erect, tail slowly swaying behind him, showing off his best self control. After that show I returned him to my room and closed the door.
It seemed to me that from our one doctor visit when he was 4 weeks old for puppy shots that Crow remembered his scent and acted like he was not a stranger.
At 11:45 Tom and Beth made a pot of coffee and some people actually wanted it. I saw Tom sipping some with his usual small bit of cream and sugar. He told me he'll drink it black but preferred with some color and sugar, you can easily make it taste as nice as hot chocolate. Mom got this coffee at a small import store she found in town, it's from Colombia and she ground it herself from dark roasted beans. She said these beans were roasted for making espresso. I should admit I have no idea what espresso is.
Minutes later we watched 1994 arrive via a large countdown clock at a live outdoor street party in downtown Austin in Republic Square on KAMR, channel 4. As everyone shook hands and rejoiced I thought briefly about all the dogs at the kennel alone on the holiday, Mom noticed I briefly had a long face. When I looked at her she pointed at the corner of her mouth to tell me to try to smile instead of being a downer. Moments later I ran into Tom in the hallway when he walked out of my bathroom, we hugged in the dark hallway and we wished each other a happy 1994.
Glasses of champagne circulated with refills until about 15 minutes after midnight. I took every empty bottle and poured the remaining drops into his bowl which magically disappeared. By 12:49am our guests were all safely home. Mom said it was a fantastic party.
One thing about New Year parties is its almost the only occasion when everyone knows weeks ahead what time they'll get home.
While Tom was in the kitchen when I went in my bedroom at 12:04am and gave Crow a kiss on the side of his face and a big hug, I told him: `Rob Love Crow' and I used the hand gesture too. I felt an emotional warmth come back from his soul into mine. He smiled with his typical slightly squinted eyes with ears laid back look as we looked in each other's eyes briefly. I think he fell asleep soon after his public appearance.
When I came in the room he was on the bed almost asleep, so I sat beside him and he rolled part way onto his back. He raised his front legs so he was almost holding me too. I lowered my face between his legs to kiss the side of his face. His tail was stuck under the pillows but I saw it wiggle. I leaned low over his face and whispered that I loved him, and rubbed my hand over the top of his head, and scratched his chest a little.
I walked a few of our guests out to their cars with a flashlight. I stood on the street to make sure they got going okay. One time I shone my flashlight down the block but the mystery car was gone. Mom actually told me once very quietly that she thought they were US Naval Intelligence people. When I asked why she told me to ignore them.
By 1:15am we had the house back to normal, except the living room. I let Crow go outside briefly. Without asking me Mom took Crow with her to bed, "Crow, go bed," she gestured down the hall and he disappeared at a trot into her room and jumped on her bed. Tom and I stayed at the bar briefly lit only by a couple candles, he was working on a glass of Champaign. Then I heard Mom call from her room, so I walked down the hallway. She was standing just inside her door with a smile on her face, inside the room I saw Crow was stuck. He tried to get on her bed from the side and couldn't make it (probably too much wine for him too) he had his front legs on the bed but his back feet were still on the floor, he looked at me when I walked in the room.
I stood behind him and grabbed his knees and lifted him up to standing on her bed, he circled around down and crashed in his spot on her bed, down by her feet, but on the other side from where she usually sleeps. I patted his butt and hugged Mom on my way out. I closed her door and went back to the kitchen with a smile to explain how I had to rescue the dog. He really struggles to get on her bed sometimes. It's at an awkward height for him. Crow really needs to run from the bedroom door and dive up onto her bed like he dove through the living room window!
We sat watching the lone candle burn on the bar and talked softly about Bethany. He said she was very nice but a little weirdly flirty a few times. Tom asked if I was still going to prom with her and I said we had a firm date and clothing arranged. He wished me good luck, "She's a little odd, maybe a little lonely."
"I liked her body," Tom stated. "She has very nice round breasts, totally natural, but her butt is too small for her body, her butt cheeks are too long vertically, they look like they run too far down her legs. You ever seen her naked?" he asked.
"Me? No. I saw her in a two piece bikini before, she has a very nice belly, a couple tiny moles and a narrow vertical slit for a belly button, and yes, I think she wears a D-cup bra, but she's a little slow on some things, like relationships." Then I told Tom she was a little too much of a girly girl for my taste. She was too fragile and dependent, she's definitely a city girl. He told me about a couple of their conversations and she asked him if I was gay and Tom said, "You have to ask?" We both laughed. He blew out the candle, finished the last of his drink and set the glass in the sink.
Then I got an idea and opened a drawer and got out a Sharpie and asked Tom to come with me. We walked in the living room and I stepped up on the sofa and grabbed a helium balloon off the ceiling and using the Sharpie I wrote: ROB LOVES TOM on it, Tom did one too. We walked out the front door and I let mine go. We watched it quickly disappear up into the night sky. Then Tom asked for the marker and wrote on his but I never saw it. He released it and we saw it disappear into the sky too. Then we walked back inside and I silently closed the front door.
We went back in the living room and I grabbed two more balloons and wrote more love messages, he did the same thing but this time he showed me one of his. He drew a heart with our initials inside, TR + RD. We carried them back to the front door and with a short countdown we released them all at once.
I took Tom by the hand and ushered him into my room and locked the door behind us. We did a strip show at the same time for each other by the light of my tiny reading lamp above the pillows.
I let him go first so I could admire his body. After he got to his underwear I pulled off my socks, slowly unbuttoned my shirt then rubbed my hands all over my lower belly and down a little into my pants. Slowly I undid my black slacks and let them drop to the floor. Slowly I hand massaged my belly and chest, gradually revealing myself to Tom who sat on the side of my bed to enjoy the show, he was nude with his pointed at the ceiling. I tossed my clothes on top of the dresser and then my underwear slowly revealing myself with the obvious boner I had grown watching him strip.
I walked beside him slowly pushing him back and got on top of him. We kissed for nearly an hour venturing down to each other's chests and tummies. I spent about half an hour on his dick then I moved to his tits, then he wanked and came in my mouth.
We were both asleep by 2am.
Happy 1994!
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