spin. The only reason you are here, is he good grace of my wife. I mean it. I didn't embarrass my wife, by pointing out what you two were doing. I promise you this. I catch you two screwing around and I'll show the buckle end of my belt to your backside. Are we clear?"

Pat looking down at his plate, pushing the food around to make it look like he had eaten most, looked up into his eyes saying, "Crystal clear. sir."

Pat went into the kitchen on his way to see how Josh was making out, saying "Mrs. Roberts can I help you with the tray and plates?"

"No. I have it."

Josh came around the corner about then, planting a big wet kiss on Pat's lips, making his blushing mother leave the room with the pie.

" How was it?" asked Pat

Josh said, "Taste and find out.", lifting his shirt to expose some cum on his belly.

Pat said, "I don't know. Your dad is really going to kill me. He knows about this.", as he bent down and started licking the salty treat from his smooth white hairless stomach.

Josh said, "I am so hot for you."

Pat asked, "Aren't your parents going Christmas shopping later?"

"I don't know how long they will be gone."

Pat said," It may be our only chance, since I think your dad is going to lock you in your room and tie me up. I think he is into bondage and pain."

Josh laughed,saying "I don't think he is into anything, but beer and football."

Pat said, "Oh, watching tight ass guys pound each other. Your dad may not be so bad after all." Pat took Josh by the hand saying, "Pie, your mom has apple pie."

Both the boys helped Josh's mother clean up the mess in the kitchen and the dining room. After she and her husband left to finish getting a few last minute stocking stuffers at the store. It wasn't like up north, no slush, no ice to scrape. They would be gone and back in a hurry.

Pat said, "I have the perfect place to fuck you."

Josh said, "Isn't any place the perfect place?"

Pat said, "The dining room table, right at the head of it, where your dad eats."

Josh said, "I don't know. Isn't the tabel a little hard. Why don't we go up to the guest room?"

Pat said, "It has to be the table. He wouldn't even shake my hand, out of fear of what might be on it. I have to do this."

He took Josh by the hand, leading him over to the mahogany table, pushing the father's chair aside. Pat said, "Take your pants and boxers off. Wait here, while I get the oil." Pat came down in just his shirt, pants over one arm, massage oil lin hand. He picked Josh up and put his white ass on the cold table, rubbing his penis with oil. Josh did the same for Pat.

Pat nearly six foot two, said, "Put your legs over my shoulders and scoot up."

Josh was pushed up as far to Pat as he could, exposing his little pink pucker. Pat laid a kiss on the end of his pole, licking the pre-cum from the crack. He had other