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Dad had messed up, bad. Speaking at a public event, he had said words that, near as I could find out by listening to the adults talking, had called his own employees a bunch of lazy assholes. I'm guessing at the exact words, but it was both cruel and obscene. Needless to say, he was in danger of losing his employees right as the Christmas rush was upon them. Dad's business was manufacturing and he had ten employees who were instrumental in his production process, and couldn't be replaced quickly like they could if the work were like a cog in a machine. Dad created the designs and the men put it together in real life. I didn't know what the things were, but Dad did a thriving business doing it. But not if he lost his employees en masse right now.
I had never visited Dad's business but I was worried and listened as Mom came up with the idea. "What you need to do, dear," she said patiently to my rather impatient father, "is get the employees together and host a party and apologize and find a way there to find out what they really want and give that to them during the party. I know!" she added brightly, "We'll have a Christmas party for the entire staff and their wives."
"None of the guys are married, Sheila," Dad said to Mom. "I think they're all a pack of fucking queers." Yeah, that was how my dad talked, really not public-relations friendly. I giggled at that point and Dad heard.
"Matthias Charles Emerson!" he thundered at me, and I knew I was not going to be able to argue with him. When your full name is a death sentence, it's kind of sad, you know? Dad chased me away so I missed the rest of that conversation.
Four days before the party was to take place at our house (we had a big central marble-floor ballroom like place we could rent tables and such and do a proper service with caterers), Dad came home agitated and upset. His employees were a bunch of cocksucking, motherfucking horses' asses that ate shit and.... I forget all he said, but he was fighting mad, as you can tell.
I got spotted and sent to my room again but after an hour or so there was a knock at my door. I opened it, expecting Mom to tell me it was safe to come down, but Dad was there looking nervous. "You and I need to talk for a while, Son."
I thought he was upset about me overhearing, "I know you were mad, Dad, and used some very bad words, but I don't plan to use any of them, and...."
"It's not that." Dad went on for quite a while, but let me summarize. He had extended the invitation and as he had given them the rehearsed invitation, the men had begun to talk to each other and he got mad and had exclaimed, "Just tell me what you want me to do to show I'm sorry for what I said!"
They had spoken and their spokesperson had answered, "The party you invited us to, we want you to provide us something while we're there. Give you four days to find it."
Dad had answered, "Okay, okay, if I have it, I'll give it to you!"
"We want to fuck your son's ass," the man replied. And they were serious.
Dad had been dumbfound, or so he said, and the man explained that one of them knew me and I had been making eyes at him every time he and I met. "He says he knows you want it and he wants to give it to you, and then the rest said they wanted a piece as well. How do you know Robert Smith?" Dad demanded.
"I don't!" I protested. "Honest, I don't know!'
"He knows you and he wants you and if I don't deliver you to them at the party, they are all quitting the very next day."
"Are they serious?" I asked. "Really, All of them are going to quit?"
Dad moaned and said, "Son, they have me by the balls! I can't lose money right now, I have a huge bill to pay on the first of the year. Without the Christmas money I make, I'm screwed, totally screwed!" He put his face in his hands.
I put my hand on his shoulder, unsure of how to handle this reversal of roles. "What does Mom say?" I asked.
"She isn't happy about it, but she agrees we don't have much choice. She's agreed to get you ready for it so it won't hurt as much. But I won't insist, Son, I won't. You have to decide."
I didn't need a whole lot of time, I had stared at several men feeling a stirring in my body I didn't understand and now I had the answer. I wanted this, wanted it bad! "I'll do it." I said decisively.
Dad didn't answer, he just gave me a tentative, flickering smile and slid out of the room.
Mom surprised me the next morning with a bag of what turned out to be a variety of marital aids, including several sizes of dildos, and over the next few days she spent time slowly stretching out my asshole. Mom had given me an anti-diarrhea cure using an anal capsule which worked surprisingly fast, I don't know what was in it, the capsule and liquid was completely clear and I think she made it herself. But it worked well.
It hurt a little, but she used a lot of some slippery oil and she took her time, hours each day and by the end of the sessions, I was able to take the biggest dildo which was like two inches in diameter, Mom said it should be enough to make any man's cock feel fine when it went in me.
I have to admit, I began to enjoy these sessions, and even toyed with the dildos when she was leaving me alone, and I could have taken them quicker than she did it, and I pretend-grunted to her to make her think I wasn't eager for the feel of a man's warm dick. It must feel ten times better than the feel of another kid's dick which I had played with a time or two on sleepovers.
When the guys showed up, it was in a caravan of three cars and the men piled out as one, talking and laughing among themselves. I watched them from my bedroom window and I gasped. I DID know one of the guys. "Robert Smith" was my school's baseball assistant Coach, but I knew him as "Ro-ro!" He was a handsome, black-haired man with broad shoulders, slim waist, powerful legs, and arms that were like two power tools that could bend iron bars and throw baseballs from the home plate to the outfield with ease. Yeah, I knew Coach Ro-ro, he was a massive hunk with a basket on him that bulged so much there was an argument about whether that equipment was real or just some socks stuffed inside there. We never could decide.
The other guys were just as masculine and muscled, though some were older or had hair fading away on top or had a bulge at their stomach that said they liked too many beers, but I wouldn't have kicked any of them out of my bed. I would have held them down to keep them from leaving if they tried!
They piled into the house and I went back to my bed; I was forbidden to leave my room until Daddy called for me. I had to sit there and listen to the guys having a good time and Daddy among them, forcing himself to laugh and be chums with them, and wondered what my night was going to be like. Some Christmas party! It was only the tenth of December, but I was still missing the decorations and games and stuff, and the guys downstairs sounded like they were having a great time. Mom brought me some supper on a plate, I ate it and waited until about eight o'clock, when there was a knock on my door.
"Can I come in?" a man's voice asked me.
I went to the door and answered it. "Hi," I said to the man standing there. He was tall, strong, with a slight paunch at his stomach but he didn't look the least bit weak and his arms were brawny and strong. "Hey, Matt!" he said as he came in and closed the door behind him. "I'm Alan. Good to meet you." He wore a red with black plaid stripes shirt and blue jeans.
"Me, too," I said and I awkwardly took off my robe and was naked. "I know why you're here and I guess I'm as ready as I'll ever be."
"Don't be so hasty," Alan said as he sat down. "I get to be first because I'm the foreman but we'll all be up one at a time and we'll treat you right. Ro-ro made us promise, when he showed us your picture on the baseball team. You look great!"
"Thank you," I said as he sat on my bedside and motioned me to sit beside him. I did so and he leaned over and gave me a kiss, with his arms going around me and the feel of his lips on mine were strong and assured, and his arms around me were tenderly stroking my body. I gave a groan and kissed him harder.
He kissed me more, but when he was done, he stood again and said, "Let me get undressed." I watched him as he pulled off his work boots and heavy gray socks (all the men had come over directly from work) and then his shirt and t-shirt, showing me a very hairy chest and his stomach looking like a basketball he had swallowed. Somehow, I liked his look that way, he was strong from work, not from a gym regimen, he was just a working man and proud of it. His hands went to his blue jeans and I stared at his bulge there as he wormed them off his body, he had on a loose pair of briefs and his cock and balls were a fat bulge dangling down freely as he freed them. He had to squirm the jeans' legs down his hairy legs, they were so muscled and thick, but he got them free and rose again, showing me his body now adorned only in briefs. "Ready for the grand reveal?" he asked me teasingly.
"I sure am!" I said proudly. "Show it to me, I want to be the one to grease it up for you."
I turned to the nightstand and got one of the tubes of lubricant Mom had picked up (I had a whole row of them),"just in case." When I turned back, Alan was naked before me and his cock was standing out in all its uncut, eight-inch glory. His cock was like him, brawny and thick in girth, and I was glad Mom had prepared me as much as she did.
He came toward me with three authoritative steps, and his cock waggled back and forth like a hound dog trying to pick up a scent. I saw a small, shiny globe of liquid on his tip and knew from what Mom had told me while she worked on me that this was precome, it was sort of a sign the guy was excited more than usual. So I felt flattered.
He got up to me and I did something Momma hadn't taught me, I dove onto his cock and covered his glans with my lips, then drew back and scarfed off that little glob of flavor.
Done, I licked and smacked my lips, considering this novel taste, a mixture of musky, salty and sweet. "Nice," I decided. "Tastes good."
"You keep doing that, you could get all of it, but I want to fuck you this time," Alan said huskily, he was breathing hard like he had exercised hard while doing almost nothing. "Let's get this mother lubed up."
"Yeah," I agreed and squirped the lube into my palm and I gripped the shaft of his cock and Alan moaned as I stroked it back and forth, my palm greasing as I went. Alan moaned and gasped as I rubbed him thoroughly and grunted out, "Enough, stop, stop!" I stopped and he panted and got out, "Damn, Matt, you nearly made me come like that, and I don't want to. Let's get this fuck started, I'm so horny, I may not last five minutes at this rate."
I scooted over onto the bed and lay on my back with my legs raised and his burly body got over me until his whole face filled my view. His face was rounded and not handsome, but it was kind and genial and I could tell that the man was a teddy bear rather than a grizzly. Sure enough, as he pushed it into me, he was cautious and my ability to take his cock amazed him. "Jesus, kid, I've had women push me away when I shove this hog at them, and you took it without a single bit of pain! Damn!"
"You feel good inside me!" I said. I'd only had dildos, and while the right shape, they were cold pieces of plastic. This was warm and alive and being moved by a big, lusty, hunky, hairy man!
Alan moaned and began to thrust his hips with authority and vigor and I was transported to a region of joy I had never visited before. My very life was transforming within me and my body was making crystal clear to me that this was the very thing I was meant for, to be a man's lover and to love him in turn. My joy was rippling through me with hefty thrusts of his cock back and forth with adept speed and agility, my loins were rapt in ecstasy and I moaned and surged against him and my hips began to move of their own volition, starting the ancient dance of lovemaking so old that it was ingrained in my very being, my body knew just what to do, how to use my muscles to move my body in a way that would maximize Alan's pleasure and my own at the same time.
Alan groaned and said, "Damn, kid, you are the hottest piece of ass I've ever fucked, and I love every moment of fucking you. You're sure you're a virgin, you took me like a pro."
"Mom spent some time readying me," I assured him. "But you're the first man to get it in my ass."
"Mmmmm, yeah, virgin butt, you're relaxed but still tight and warm and flexible, none of that slack-butted feel of a well-worn butt, you are the best, Matt, the very fucking best!"
"Ohhhh, so are you!" I groaned. "Mom didn't do anything like this with me, I feel funny, good but funny, all tingly and quivering and feeling like something big is about to happen."
"It is, Matt, it is, just ride it out and let it happen," Alan panted. "Oh, oh, I'm about to show you myself what it's like, uhhhhhhh, I'm ready to come, Matt, ready to COME!"
"Oh, oh, I am, too!" I said as it was obvious that he felt what I was feeling, only bigger and maybe better. Then my own passion burst into fiery bliss and I realized that I was going to get what he was experiencing for myself.
I moaned and gripped him tight and my fingertips sank into his back and he raised his head and went, "Coming, COMING, AH-AH-AHHH-AHHHHH-AHHHH...."
"UH-UHHH-UHHHHH-UHHHH-UHHHHH...." my delight rose with his as if we were one mind, one body, one soul.
"KAH-HAHHHHHHHHHH!" Alan cried in exultation as his prick blasted the hot seed of his joy into my bowels and it was searing my insides and the hot feeling was raw joy incarnate.
"UHHH-HUHHHHHHHHHH!" I echoed his ecstasy with my own, my body surging with raw delight that wrenched my body and wracked my brain with joy, joy, JOY! I'd never felt such a thing like this before, it was like eating ice cream on a hot summer day times a billion!
Alan finished and sagged onto me about the same time I slumped down onto the bed again, tired and moaning with an intense feeling of relief combined with exultation, that this was what I was living for, what I was born for, what I would die for.
"Awwww, fuuuuuuuck, that was so good!" Alan sighed. "I don't know if I can settle for just one time with you, Matt, fucking your ass is downright addictive."
I chuckled weakly, "Yeah, I know what you mean."
"We'll see what the future brings," he said and checked his wristwatch, I hadn't noticed until now he still had it on. "We have ten more minutes, let's just lie here and enjoy it."
"Yeah," I said and he rolled off to lie beside me and I rolled onto my side and we spent the time in stroking, kissing and feeling great!
A knock on the door. "Okay, Alan, your turn's over!" came the voice.
"That's Casey. He's younger'n me and little hasty, but a good guy at heart, you tell him if you don't like something he's doing," Alan advised.
"Okay."
Alan raised his head and his voice volume. "Okay, Casey, come on in!"
Casey walked in the door and he was thinner than Alan both in muscle mass and body mass, but he was a good deal more handsome in a "works at the gym" sort of way with a slim, taut waist and shoulders wide and his body clean and downright wholesome. He grinned, though, and that wholesomeness flew out the window shrieking, "Get the hell off the bed, Alan."
"I'm going. Matt's a great kid, you treat him right or I'll whip your ass," Alan answered without rancor as he rose and went to his clothing on the floor.
Casey got closer, his hair was light brown, his eyes a steamy medium brown and a gaze that said I belonged to him and he was going to give me a long, hard fuck whether I liked it or not. What I think they call "sultry," for I found it excitingly sexual and my fondling and being fondled by Alan had me ready for more action.
Casey stood waiting impatiently while Alan got dressed, glaring at him and switching to softly sexually sultry when he looked at me. When Alan closed the door behind him, he began to move, kicking off the slip-on shoes he had on and unbuttoning his shirt and he said to me, "Hellooo, Matt."
I was puzzled and said, "Where have I seen that before?"
Casey grinned, the sultry look turned sheepish and he said, "I saw it on that movie, 'American Gigolo.' It looked hot, so I tried it."
"I thought I'd seen it before," I grinned. "But I like you this way better."
"All right, Matt, I'll turn it off," Casey said and he was just a normal young man, and still hot but now a lot more human. He stripped and I watched as his lithe, toned body showed itself to me.
Casey didn't need to act like Richard Gere, he was hot the way he was. His muscles had what they call definition, showing as small bulges when flaccid and bulging out into nice lumps when he flexed them. And when he bent over to pull off his chinos, he was a symphony of movement like a ballet dancer making an artistic move rather than simply gripping and yanking off the trousers.
He stood and I saw his briefs, red with white seams, his cock was a nice mass inside and when he shucked them down, his man-snake jerked and stretched out to fill and show its beauty, cleanly circumsized, seven inches long and a pale color the same as his skin color. I laid back on the bed and let him crawl up on top of me, and his cock aimed itself at my asshole.
I groaned as it slid into me, a warm, rich pole and he sighed. "Ahhhhh, that's nice, damned nice."
"Yes, it is," I said. "I mean, me, too."
He chuckled a sort of "heh, heh, heh" and his cock reached deep as it could into my butt and when he sank to the hilt, he leaned over and kissed me. Not the long, lingering one of Alan, a closed-mouth lip-smack and done but it felt sincere and I let him get away with it. Then he raised up on his hands with his arms stiff and in that forty-five degree angle of our bodies, he began to thrust his hips up and down, sending his cock in and out of me. I moaned and held him like I'd held Alan, I'd climaxed already but damn, a cock in my ass felt so damned good anyhow.
What I couldn't do is attain orgasm again but I worked to give him a good ride with my hips helping and my hands stroking his body and my mouth giving lusty groans as I remembered how I'd done with Alan. Casey did feel good and if he'd been my first, I would have come from his actions, I think, but even a little boy's body won't hit orgasm again that quick. Still, I enjoyed his body's steady, sturdy action and his eager, hot cock pumping in and out of me and I held him as he rose to his climax with a loud, "UH-AH-AHH, AHHH-UHHHH, UH-HUHHHHHHHH!"
He squirted his spunk into me with hot velocity and it splattered on my bowels and mixed with Alan's jizz and I felt my ass was full to the brim and then some.
Casey rose and panted, saying, "Damn, that was hot. Nice throwing a fuck into you, kid."
"I liked it, too," I said honestly.
He dressed and said, "I felt that come-load in you while I was fucking you, you might want to get in the bathroom and squirt that out for the next one. You got eight minutes according to my timer."
"Thanks," I said and padded to the bathroom. It felt funny squeezing that spooge out and it made plump drops into the bowl, and I felt empty after a while and wiped and went back to my bed, and was in position when the next guy knocked on the door.
"Come on in!" I called all arranged on the bed as best I could. The door opened and a blond-haired, blue-eyes, tanned body hulk of a man walked in the door. This guy would have vanished on the beaches of any ocean shore, armed with a surfboard and a red pair of pants, he was more muscled than Casey and about the same as Alan, only where Alan was rounded all over with his body fat, this guy was rounded all over with muscles on his muscles. He definitely spent a lot of time at the gym and a good bit of time in the tanning booths. I'd noticed him coming in the door and he'd caught my eyes, now I was going to get plowed by him. All right! "Hey!" he said and kicked off his shoes but unlike Casey, he did it in a way that said he always did it this way. Casey only dreamed the life, this guy lived it.
"What's your name?" I asked when he didn't say anything.
"I'm Jeremy but my friends call me 'Jay-Bod.'"
"I can see why," I admired him frankly as he peeled off his shirt and showed a bare chest bare of any hair and as tanned as the rest of him.
"I grew up in Hawaii," he explained. "I can shoot a gnarly wave, but there aren't any bitching surf here in Idaho."
"We have rapids in the river."
"I've body-surfed a couple of them. Don't recommend it," he said succinctly.
"Okay, Jay-Bod," I grinned. "I'll remember that."
"Canoeing is a lot safer, but not on the rough ones," he concluded as he stripped off his briefs, and I saw, bemused, that he had no hair down there at all, either. Weird seeing a totally shaved-body guy like that, but it showed his cock and nuts as the beautiful things that they were, he had seven-and-a-half inches (I asked) and the foreskin was neat and only just covered the pink-headed mushroom shaped glans. Even that part of him was tanned, he must sunbathe naked. Or he surfed at a nude beach not so long ago.
He climbed into bed and the strokes of his hands were practiced and smooth. "I lost my virginity when I wasn’t much older than you," he told me when I asked. "How old are you, eight?"
"Nine in two months," I agreed.
"I was being generous, you look more like you're six," he grinned. "Not that I'm complaining."
"In my family, we get our growth later, when we hit puberty."
"Shoot up tall and lanky?" he asked, and I nodded. "My family, too, though not as much." All this time he was fondling me and his finger went to my ass and it slid into me. "Those guys have given you quite a work-over, haven't they?"
"Yeah," I agreed.
"But you're pretty clean inside, I guess you hit the toilet?"
I nodded.
"Better if you buy an anal douche, you can buy them at a drugstore. Or better yet, get your dad to install a bidet on your toilet so you can wash yourself out. I use a bidet at my house and my butthole's always nice and clean. It feels good, too, when you use it, if the water's warm."
"I'll check into it." I agreed, and grew brave with this frank talk. "Can I see your ass, is it shaved like you did your nuts. Did it hurt?"
"It can hurt, but not if the person knows what they're doing," he affirmed and I thought he had missed my question, but he rose up on his knees and squatted down over me on the bed and my head was under him and I saw his pink butthole, as smooth and shaven as the rest of his body. His asshole tucked and winked at me, and I grinned and reached up and stuck my tongue into it. Jay-Bod moaned and his ass wriggled back and forth as he swayed on the balls of his feet. I lapped and licked the rim of it and the tender folds of his rectum and he was moaning and begging for more when I finished licking. As he had said, his butt was as clean as the rest of him. Maybe even cleaner, and it tasted only of his warm flesh.
I moved forward along the frenulum and lapped at his trail of flesh as I did and reached the balls and bathed them in my mouth like a golf-ball washer and I would have done more but he moaned and shuddered and stood and stepped quickly down to my feet and knelt between my legs and hoisted them up into the air and his cock plunged into my ass as smoothly as spreading warm butter on toast. I groaned myself and he began to plunge fuck me with a strength and power that Casey probably envied, but for Jay-Bod it was just his way of loving and he kept it warm and gentle somehow even as his prick plowing my anal field dove even faster. He let out a long moan and rocketed his jizz into my ass. I groaned and to my surprise, a second orgasm hit me as he squirted and I moaned and quivered as he hammered at me in desperation to keep his climax going. His balls had been slapping my buttocks and I felt them pulse as he climaxed and when they were done, the scrotum relaxed and let them droop down again from their places chock-a-block against the base of his penis.
Jay-Bob panted against me and he asked, "Did you come with me?"
"Uh-huh."
"Nice. I figured you'd be wiped out by this time but you did it anyway. I'm flattered."
"You deserved it," I said earnestly. "You were great."
"Thanks," he stood and smiled at me. "You have almost fourteen minutes left, why don't you hit the showers real fast and wash off some of your sweat."
I was lying on a damp spot and I said, "Sure, thank you."
I went in the bathroom and showered and squirted out the jizz again and when I came out, Jay-Bod was gone and he had changed my bedsheets. He was thoughtful that way. Nice guy!
I was back on my bed with crisp-clean sheets when the next guy came in without knocking. "Hey, kid!" he said as he sat on the side of the bed and began to undo his shoes. He was black-haired and about mid-thirties but I hadn't seen much of him yet.
"What's your name?" I asked him.
"Fuck that, I don't need to tell you that." he said and I hushed. He turned as he finished stripping and he was large, his face rugged but in a beat-up way not clean-living way, and he had calluses on his hands and his eyes were dark brown and his hair was thick and rank on his body. He came over and said, "Over and on your hands and knees. I want to take you doggy-style."
I complied and held on as best I could as he gave me the most unloving, mechanically savage and unkindly rough plugging I'd gotten so far, if he had been the first one he could have done me some damage, as it was, he was just no fun to be under, and I held on as he held onto my hips with his horned hands and slam-plowed me to a roaring orgasm. Done, his come burning in my bowels, he yanked out of me and stood. "Good ass, kid, thanks," and he dressed and got out without any more conversation. He had taken less than ten minutes and I went to the bathroom and showered again and again but still didn't feel clean.
The other guys, #5 to #9, I don't really remember, I lay on the bed on my stomach like a dead fish and they tried conversation and some of them were kind, but I wasn't looking up at them.
I was filled with come and my butt was aching when I got to the last one and I was lying there telling myself it would all soon be over when I heard a familiar voice. "Hey, Matthias, how are you doing?"
I rolled over and said, "Coach Ro-Ro!" For it was he. He reached out and let me hug him while still clothed as he saw my tears and he listened as I babbled out how terrible it had been. "The fourth guy, whoever he was, he was so rough and mean, I was enjoying it until he came along."
"Hey, hey, not your fault. I was afraid of that, it's why I wanted to be last so I could treat you right. Let me help you." Coach Ro-Ro was strong, handsome in a boy-next-door sort of way, friendly and easy-going, he had "strawberry blond" hair and blue eyes and his muscles were all prominent but non-threatening and he smiled as he slid off his clothing as smoothly as if they were held on only by sheer willpower, or like he was dancing. A man in tune with his mind and body and his choices in life were his and nobody else's, I admired him more than any other man I knew.
I didn't see how he could but we coaxed me onto my back and lifted me up high so that my butt was in his face and he began to lick and lap and suck out the come I was stuffed full of. I moaned and gasped and began to feel human again. He was making me clean again, wiping it all away and drinking it so it could never hurt anyone again.
When he was done, he laid me down and slid down to lay below me and he took my cock in his mouth and began to suck me. I moaned and begged, "Turn around, Coach, let me suck yours, please!" He complied and I gripped his cock and wiped the taste of men's dicks off (two of the men had insisted I suck them) and when we both were well-heated up, he stopped me and said, "Do you want me to fuck you now? Or would you rather finish this way?"
"Fuck me, please Coach Ro-Ro, fuck me and give me all you got, I want it to stay in me while I sleep tonight."
"It's now about 12:45 in the morning," He pointed out. "I could stay over and we could do it when you're better."
"I don't care, please, fuck me, Coach, please!"
"All right," he said softly.
His cock, a sweet six-incher, felt like soft rose petals as it slid into me. He moved with soft grace and sweet method and I was relieved to feel my body reawakening from the miserable experience. Like I was whole again, just like he had promised me.
I clung to him and he kissed me and stroked me without ever missing a soft, warm thrust into my body and when he began to moan, I moaned right with him and when he climaxed, I was right there with him, and it felt like the very first time for me, the other times had washed away.
We were lying on the bed, relaxing and talking, when the door opened and Dad looked in. "Are you done? It's one o'clock in the morning, Matt needs to sleep."
"I want Coach Ro-ro to stay with me tonight!" I said fiercely. "He's my best friend!"
"Sort of a sleepover, eh?" Coach Ro-Ro said to Dad.
To my surprise, Dad shrugged. "I knew this experience would ruin the kid, he might as well have someone around who gives a shit about him. But we're good at the job, aren't we?"
"Yeah," Coach Ro-Ro said. "We'll forget what you said, just as I promised."
"Good." Dad closed the door and I took Coach Ro-Ro in my arms.
"How did they give you name Ro-Ro?" I asked him.
He smiled, "My full name is Robert Roland Smith, and I needed something to differentiate me from all the other Robert Smiths in the world. There's a lot of them, you know?"
"I guess," I said, "but you're the only one I want."
"Sounds good to me," Coach Ro-Ro agreed. "Merry Christmas, Matthias."
"Merry Christmas," I replied and Coach Ro-Ro reached over and turned off my bedside lamp.
I suddenly knew what I wanted to be when I grew up.
Just like Coach Ro-Ro.
THE END
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