THANKFUL   *THANKFUL*
 *By GILDA LILY*
 
  M/M sex. Turkey, and lots of it. Whipped
 cream. Vecchios.
 Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, Alliance does, more's
 the pity.
 (c) November 25, 1998
 
 *The babble of voices nearly drowned out all coherent thought. 
 Several conversations were criss-crossing around the table, each Vecchio
 family member able to carry on at least three at the same time. It was
 a skill that never failed to amaze Benny, who had grown up in
 near-silence when it came to the dinner table.
 
 The table was groaning with food. There was squash, yams,
 scalloped potatoes, ziti, lasagna, peas, whipped potatoes, cranberry
 sauce, hamburger stuffing, and the king of the table, a twenty-two-pound
 turkey. Everyone had eaten at least two helpings of their favorite
 foods, and there was still pumpkin, lemon, mince and blueberry pies to
 be brought out.
 
 Rosa Vecchio tapped a fork against her water glass and everyone
 stopped talking. She smiled serenely as a matriarch should, and then
 said, "It's time to go around the table and give our thanks for another
 year."
 
 Her family dutifully complied, Maria thankful for her lovely
 children and Tony thankful for his new job. Frannie was thankful that
 her new catering business was doing so well, and Uncle Luigi was
 thankful that he had been able to take a trip to Florida.
 
 The round robin finally came around to Ray, who squeezed Benny's
 hand under the table and lifted his wineglass. "I'm thankful that I can
 fuck Benny any time and place."
 
 A gasp went up around the table.
 
 "*What*, Raymondo?" asked Rosa.
 
 Ray drank his wine. "Just what I said, Ma, I'm thankful that I can
 f..."
 
 "We heard you the first time," Rosa said hastily.
 
 "How long has this been going on, Ray?" asked Maria with a twinkle
 in her eye. The rest of the table was agog with amazement, and Benny
 was blushing a painful red.
 
 "Since last year." Ray looked lovingly at his Mountie. "I'm *very*
 thankful that I can just grab him any old time of day and bend him over,
 and he begs me to do it!"
 
 "Ray!"
 
 Ray winked at his embarrassed lover. The Italian looked around at
 his family and said, "I'm always on my knees praising the heavens for
 giving me a man who doesn't mind being on his knees himself. I'm
 thankful that my Benny loves the whip to caress his smooth, silky body,
 and that he spreads himself when I give him the command. I'm thankful
 that his tasting fetish applies to my cock, my ass, and my tits. Oh,
 yeah, and I'm thankful that that talented tongue of his likes to lick
 cream. After he spurts me with his cum, I need some serious licking!"
 
 Benny was speechless. He felt as if he was a hundred degrees under
 his white sweater. He felt dizzy and prayed that he wouldn't fall
 face-first into the mashed potatoes.
 
 "So," Ray said as he lounged back, his fingers playing in Benny's
 hair, "Anyone top that?"
 
 No one could, and they all went back to feasting on turkey, and
 deciding that if they were going to beat Ray next year, they would have
 to get busy! Frannie mumbled something about snagging a Mountie of her
 own and wondered if Thatcher was free next week, and Cousin Gino decided
 that he just might have that sex-change operation after all.
 
 Benny was just thankful for Ray, who put his hand between his
 Mountie's legs and whispered that his Benny was on the menu for dessert
 tonight, and not to forget the whipped cream!*
 
 * * * * * *
 THE END ;)
 * * * * * *
 *A HAPPY THANKSGIVING
 TO ALL,
 AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!*
 
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