Xmas Party 2019
We decided to have a Xmas Party at our place down the beach. Daniel was single and ready to mingle. I was not single, happily not, but still ready to mingle.
I bought myself an early Xmas present, a white 1969 Rover 2000TC with wire wheels. I’d taken it for a test drive, and I’d bought it home to show Daniel, fully restored, engine rebuilt, everything, 4 grand. I’d always wanted one, ever since that friend of Rick’s had a red one when I was a kid.
We went for a drive, Daniel loved it, he said I should.
We were out in the street and I was making, if only I had some where to keep it comments, when who comes out her front gate next door, but Beth.
“Whose is this beauty then?” asks Beth.
“It’s Josh’s, he wants to buy it,” says Daniel.
“So? Is he going to buy it?”
“It’s $4 thousand…”
“Oh?” Wanted to be shocked by the sheer extravagance of it. “Oh?” That doesn’t sound so bad. “Um?” She looks at the car again. “Er.” That sounds like a good deal. “So, is he going to buy it?”
“No where to keep it,” says Daniel.
Beth sucks in air, and makes a face. “Gosh.” Hang on. “That.” I have a “Iiiisss…” She looks at the car again. “You can park her at my place.”
“What?” says Daniel.
I tune in for the first time in the entire conversation. “What?”
“She is a her, isn’t she,” says Beth. She is looking under the car, presumable for genitalia. “That’s how we refer to these thoroughbreds, now isn’t it?”
“What?”
“He, or her?” says Beth.
“Um?” I say.
“First thing that comes into your head, usually correct.” Beth sucks in breath, almost she is quickly reviewing what she had just said. “Yes, correct.” The review was done.
“He could keep her, yes her,” says Daniel. “I’d go with her?”
“I think I have referred to her as a her, already,” I say.
“At yours?” says Daniel.
“Well yes,” Beth recoils from us enthusiastically taking up her offer, as if she had priced herself too low an offer, too good to refuse, and now she wanted a review?
“I could keep her at your place?”
“Well, I don’t see why not,” says Beth. “I have that empty car port that I never use, she would be right next door. I’ll give you a roller door controller, you can come and go as you want.
“You’ll just have to give me more lemons.”
The only thing I have changed is I managed to get the same red leather seats, but with headrests for the front seats. Other than that, she is as I got her, a 1969 white Rover 2000TC with wire wheels, red leather interior, front head rests… oh, and TC number plates.
So that is the two white Abarths, Daniel and I have a white Abarth each, they are slightly different models, but they look the same, and the white Rover next to them. You can see through our car port to Beth’s car port, remember Uncle Jeff lived there in the beginning.
So, all the cars match in colour.
Ben and I say it is our James Bond car, truth of the matter it is too pussy for a James Bond car, it’s more of your Princess Grace’s kind of car. She had a V8 and this is a 2 litre, but it’s basically the same car.
So, I drove the TC down to the beach for Xmas. She purred live a kitten all the way down and all the way back.
Daniel invited his Buddies over.
Carl, Deek, Chook, they bunked in Daniel’s room, and Gavin Christmas.
I invited my buddies over.
Nick, bunked with me.
Murray and Bruno and Jamie, they bunked in the main room. I told them to knock it off three times before they all went to sleep.
Gordon and Owen couldn’t come, I can’t remember why. “I have something more fabulous to go to that night,” says Gordon. “So, I will have to say no.”
George and Sophie, slept in mum and dad’s bed, where else?
Ali and Jodie and Tina came. They drank white wine and left pretty soon after dinner was over. “Long drive back. Long drive back.”
Jed and Trent, they pitched a tent on the lawn.
Fat Daisey, she bought a goon bag and drank it all herself. She laughed louder and louder and louder the drunker she got. Then mercifully she drank too much. She got crazy drunk and passed out on one of the lounges in the big main room.
She was the only person oblivious to what Murray, Bruno and Jamie were up to.
Parking the cars was a nightmare.
Daniel's friend Gavin Christmas made me weak at the knees, he always had, turned up.
The tall, dark silent type. Well, not especially tall, and not particularly silent, but hot.
Gavin has dark, straight hair, with pale skin and blue eyes. He has one of those blemish free handsome faces that look as though they have never been touched by a day’s worth of sunlight. He has that unholy sexiness of the eternal, a sexy vampire here on earth. The fact that he tends to dress mostly in black certainly doesn't hurt.
He is a boy’s boy, blokey, but in that educated, masculine, earnest uni way. He'd be the alpha male you'd go to at uni to get notes you'd missed, as you know he'd always have them.
He rode motorbikes and was an expert in playing 500.
He wore old jeans in such a sexy way that it should be illegal for him not to take them off on demand.
There was lots of food. I made a cheese cake. There was even more drinking. The music was good. The company was great.
We got a spit roast and a mountain of other food. And lots of booze. And plenty of pot. We cooked and ate on the deck, with everyone retiring inside afterwards.
Late in the night, Ben and I were taking a moments brake on the deserted deck, when Gavin stumbled through the French Doors door and was coming towards us. He was drunk and his jeans were undone, his drunk arse was trying to button up and walk all at the same time.
“What are you guys doing?” Gavin slurred.
“Just taking a moment,” I said. “Smoking a joint.”
“What are you doing?” asks Ben.
“I just had the best piss,” slurs Gavin. “I was fucken busting.”
“Your pants are still undone,” I say.
“Oh.” Gavin looks down. He fumbles with his button fly and he is done up.
He looks at me. “I’ve noticed that you have been staring, though, young Josh.” Gavin is smashed.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
“You don’t think I notice, you staring at my crotch.”
“I don’t know what…”
“You know what I am talking about.”
“No, I don’t.” I do.
“I'm sure.” He unbuttoned his fly with one hand to show off a pair of old jocks barely containing his giant sausage.
“Since you seem transfixed by my…”
Oh god it’s true, his jeans fit his crotch like no other boys I’ve ever seen.
“It seems only fair,” He slides his thumb into the elastic of his jocks.
What could I say, I had been staring at his crotch.
He pulls his jocks down and a beautiful cock falls out.
Jesus!
“Here take it in your hand.”
“What?”
He leant down and grabbed my hand.
OMG he can’t be serious?
He rapped my hand around his dick.
This is not happening.
His cock started to harden up.
He laughed, pushed my hand away, and pulled his crotch away, flipping his semi hard cock back in his jocks. “That’s enough.” Then turning and stumbling off back inside, rebuttoning his pants. He crashed in the main room too. Out cold.
I looked at Ben.
Ben was looking at me with large alarmed eyes. “Now you can’t say you haven’t seen Gavin Christmas’ cock, ever,” said Ben deadpan as you like.
“I have never mentioned Gavin Christmas constantly...”
“You have tonight.”
I was taken a back. “Do you think everyone just saw that?”
“What?”
“Those windows have 180 degree vista. And we’re in front of them.”
“I’ve always loved the view out these windows at night.”
“Do you want a joint?”
“The best in the world!” My boyfriend tried to pull off a post modern interpretation of the scene on the front of Titanic.
I gave him side eye, quite undeliberate.
I looked out to sea, the crash of the waves came into my consciousness for the first time.
I bought myself an early Xmas present, a white 1969 Rover 2000TC with wire wheels. I’d taken it for a test drive, and I’d bought it home to show Daniel, fully restored, engine rebuilt, everything, 4 grand. I’d always wanted one, ever since that friend of Rick’s had a red one when I was a kid.
We went for a drive, Daniel loved it, he said I should.
We were out in the street and I was making, if only I had some where to keep it comments, when who comes out her front gate next door, but Beth.
“Whose is this beauty then?” asks Beth.
“It’s Josh’s, he wants to buy it,” says Daniel.
“So? Is he going to buy it?”
“It’s $4 thousand…”
“Oh?” Wanted to be shocked by the sheer extravagance of it. “Oh?” That doesn’t sound so bad. “Um?” She looks at the car again. “Er.” That sounds like a good deal. “So, is he going to buy it?”
“No where to keep it,” says Daniel.
Beth sucks in air, and makes a face. “Gosh.” Hang on. “That.” I have a “Iiiisss…” She looks at the car again. “You can park her at my place.”
“What?” says Daniel.
I tune in for the first time in the entire conversation. “What?”
“She is a her, isn’t she,” says Beth. She is looking under the car, presumable for genitalia. “That’s how we refer to these thoroughbreds, now isn’t it?”
“What?”
“He, or her?” says Beth.
“Um?” I say.
“First thing that comes into your head, usually correct.” Beth sucks in breath, almost she is quickly reviewing what she had just said. “Yes, correct.” The review was done.
“He could keep her, yes her,” says Daniel. “I’d go with her?”
“I think I have referred to her as a her, already,” I say.
“At yours?” says Daniel.
“Well yes,” Beth recoils from us enthusiastically taking up her offer, as if she had priced herself too low an offer, too good to refuse, and now she wanted a review?
“I could keep her at your place?”
“Well, I don’t see why not,” says Beth. “I have that empty car port that I never use, she would be right next door. I’ll give you a roller door controller, you can come and go as you want.
“You’ll just have to give me more lemons.”
The only thing I have changed is I managed to get the same red leather seats, but with headrests for the front seats. Other than that, she is as I got her, a 1969 white Rover 2000TC with wire wheels, red leather interior, front head rests… oh, and TC number plates.
So that is the two white Abarths, Daniel and I have a white Abarth each, they are slightly different models, but they look the same, and the white Rover next to them. You can see through our car port to Beth’s car port, remember Uncle Jeff lived there in the beginning.
So, all the cars match in colour.
Ben and I say it is our James Bond car, truth of the matter it is too pussy for a James Bond car, it’s more of your Princess Grace’s kind of car. She had a V8 and this is a 2 litre, but it’s basically the same car.
So, I drove the TC down to the beach for Xmas. She purred live a kitten all the way down and all the way back.
Daniel invited his Buddies over.
Carl, Deek, Chook, they bunked in Daniel’s room, and Gavin Christmas.
I invited my buddies over.
Nick, bunked with me.
Murray and Bruno and Jamie, they bunked in the main room. I told them to knock it off three times before they all went to sleep.
Gordon and Owen couldn’t come, I can’t remember why. “I have something more fabulous to go to that night,” says Gordon. “So, I will have to say no.”
George and Sophie, slept in mum and dad’s bed, where else?
Ali and Jodie and Tina came. They drank white wine and left pretty soon after dinner was over. “Long drive back. Long drive back.”
Jed and Trent, they pitched a tent on the lawn.
Fat Daisey, she bought a goon bag and drank it all herself. She laughed louder and louder and louder the drunker she got. Then mercifully she drank too much. She got crazy drunk and passed out on one of the lounges in the big main room.
She was the only person oblivious to what Murray, Bruno and Jamie were up to.
Parking the cars was a nightmare.
Daniel's friend Gavin Christmas made me weak at the knees, he always had, turned up.
The tall, dark silent type. Well, not especially tall, and not particularly silent, but hot.
Gavin has dark, straight hair, with pale skin and blue eyes. He has one of those blemish free handsome faces that look as though they have never been touched by a day’s worth of sunlight. He has that unholy sexiness of the eternal, a sexy vampire here on earth. The fact that he tends to dress mostly in black certainly doesn't hurt.
He is a boy’s boy, blokey, but in that educated, masculine, earnest uni way. He'd be the alpha male you'd go to at uni to get notes you'd missed, as you know he'd always have them.
He rode motorbikes and was an expert in playing 500.
He wore old jeans in such a sexy way that it should be illegal for him not to take them off on demand.
There was lots of food. I made a cheese cake. There was even more drinking. The music was good. The company was great.
We got a spit roast and a mountain of other food. And lots of booze. And plenty of pot. We cooked and ate on the deck, with everyone retiring inside afterwards.
Late in the night, Ben and I were taking a moments brake on the deserted deck, when Gavin stumbled through the French Doors door and was coming towards us. He was drunk and his jeans were undone, his drunk arse was trying to button up and walk all at the same time.
“What are you guys doing?” Gavin slurred.
“Just taking a moment,” I said. “Smoking a joint.”
“What are you doing?” asks Ben.
“I just had the best piss,” slurs Gavin. “I was fucken busting.”
“Your pants are still undone,” I say.
“Oh.” Gavin looks down. He fumbles with his button fly and he is done up.
He looks at me. “I’ve noticed that you have been staring, though, young Josh.” Gavin is smashed.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
“You don’t think I notice, you staring at my crotch.”
“I don’t know what…”
“You know what I am talking about.”
“No, I don’t.” I do.
“I'm sure.” He unbuttoned his fly with one hand to show off a pair of old jocks barely containing his giant sausage.
“Since you seem transfixed by my…”
Oh god it’s true, his jeans fit his crotch like no other boys I’ve ever seen.
“It seems only fair,” He slides his thumb into the elastic of his jocks.
What could I say, I had been staring at his crotch.
He pulls his jocks down and a beautiful cock falls out.
Jesus!
“Here take it in your hand.”
“What?”
He leant down and grabbed my hand.
OMG he can’t be serious?
He rapped my hand around his dick.
This is not happening.
His cock started to harden up.
He laughed, pushed my hand away, and pulled his crotch away, flipping his semi hard cock back in his jocks. “That’s enough.” Then turning and stumbling off back inside, rebuttoning his pants. He crashed in the main room too. Out cold.
I looked at Ben.
Ben was looking at me with large alarmed eyes. “Now you can’t say you haven’t seen Gavin Christmas’ cock, ever,” said Ben deadpan as you like.
“I have never mentioned Gavin Christmas constantly...”
“You have tonight.”
I was taken a back. “Do you think everyone just saw that?”
“What?”
“Those windows have 180 degree vista. And we’re in front of them.”
“I’ve always loved the view out these windows at night.”
“Do you want a joint?”
“The best in the world!” My boyfriend tried to pull off a post modern interpretation of the scene on the front of Titanic.
I gave him side eye, quite undeliberate.
I looked out to sea, the crash of the waves came into my consciousness for the first time.
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