Boca Dreams

By Scudder James Jr

You can’t correct the past.

Or can you?

Stephen’s not proud of who he was back in boarding school—spoiled and a player. Now, at the holiday reunion ten years later, he has a chance to show his former classmates who he really is: out and proud, devoted to helping others, and partnered with Victor.

Stephen understands why Victor, who grew up in a poor and abusive household, hates the rich kids at the reunion, but his attitude is ruining everything. Luckily Stephen bumps into Aaron, a former grunge rocker who has also changed. Stephen never forgot their one steamy night together.

With the help of three very unusual personifications of Christmas Past, Present, and Future, can Stephen revisit his mistakes and find the happiness that’s eluded him?

A story from the Dreamspinner Press 2018 Advent Calendar "Warmest Wishes."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
• Release date: Dec 1, 2018
• ISBN: 9781644050477

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Boca Dreams

By Scudder James Jr

You can’t correct the past.

Or can you?

Stephen’s not proud of who he was back in boarding school—spoiled and a player. Now, at the holiday reunion ten years later, he has a chance to show his former classmates who he really is: out and proud, devoted to helping others, and partnered with Victor.

Stephen understands why Victor, who grew up in a poor and abusive household, hates the rich kids at the reunion, but his attitude is ruining everything. Luckily Stephen bumps into Aaron, a former grunge rocker who has also changed. Stephen never forgot their one steamy night together.

With the help of three very unusual personifications of Christmas Past, Present, and Future, can Stephen revisit his mistakes and find the happiness that’s eluded him?

Love before the Tenth Reunion

STEPHEN HAD skipped his fifth high school reunion because he’d been teaching English in Santiago, Chile, too far away to fly back to Florida for a weekend. Now he’d been back in the US for two years, working in a language school in Tampa and living with Victor, an opinionated sexy guy proud to be part of a successful startup company. He wanted to bring Victor to the Seaboard Academy Holiday Fête.

Are you kidding, Victor said one morning, kicking the sheets off the futon on his way to the shower. "A reunion is bad enough. What’s this Fête thing?"

The Holiday Fête is an every-three-year event for the whole school, said Stephen, naked and arranging the pillows. There’ll be people from all classes. Seaboard is a boarding school, so the parties are like college reunions.

I wouldn’t go to my own college reunion.

Being away from home when you’re fourteen years old is different from starting college at eighteen. We grew up together. Those friends are like family, like it or not.

You’re spoiled and want to show off.

Just come. Seaboard is beautiful. So is Boca Raton. You’ll like it. Think of it as a weekend vacation.

Pampered rich shits congratulating themselves for being superior is a stomach-turning waste of time.

Is that what you think of me?

"Your name is Stephen, not Steven."

Pronounced exactly the same. Only the spelling is different.

Exactly, fancy boy.

Sometimes I wonder if you even like me.

You WASPs are so uptight that sports or sex are your only outlets for energy. I don’t care about sports. Victor removed his towel, leaving him naked in the middle of their apartment. He started snapping rat tails. You’re good in bed.

Stephen caught the tail just before it made contact with his balls a second time. He yanked the towel out of Victor’s grip. If they hadn’t just finished a Saturday morning round of sex, leaving them hungry for brunch, he might have considered round two. Victor looked great standing there stark naked, tight, toned, and glistening with sweat, his eyes smoldering, his silky bedhead impressive. His chin was dark with stubble that he hadn’t yet trimmed, a hint of hair tempted Stephen to touch his chest, and a thin, silky trail led down to his dick, impressively full even when at rest.

Why do you keep calling me a WASP? I’m just a normal white guy like you.

I’m Louisiana Cajun. My mother cleaned houses for people like you.

You grew up in a Tallahassee.

Where my mother cleaned houses for people like you, and my father polished their floors and sometimes repaired something. Now the WASP sucks my dick.

I love sucking your dick.

Victor smiled, his full lips curling and his eyes dancing. Stephen joked with him