Date: Fri, 21 Dec 2007 16:06:41 -0800 (PST)
From: James Robinson <juzjamie20@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Twas the Night before Christmas

            Twas the Night Before Christmas, by justjames17.

The festive season was in full swing; the shops were crammed with people
trying to finish their search for that special gift to make their friends
or families happy, nobody took any notice of the youth sitting on the seat
in the concourse alone and sad amidst all the hubbub of the mall. Brett was
just 16 and alone after being rejected by his father after his mother was
murdered, battered to death by persons unknown. Brett had his own ideas who
had committed the deed but had no proof to convince the authorities, the
man who had hitched up with his mother and become his foster father was a
drunken beast who talked with his fists rather than his mouth. His mother's
body hardly cold in the grave the man turned on Brett screaming at him, "
Get out! I don't need to have you hanging round here with that sad face any
longer, now that your whore of a mother is dead you can fuck off."

Brett grabbed his few possessions and all his pitiful savings and hit the
streets, after a few days sweating it out on the hot streets and sleeping
on the beach, he ended up sheltering from the heat in the air conditioned
mall, his spirits completely shattered Brett slumped on the seat while the
world swarmed about him in a kaleidoscope of movement, colour and noise.
The lad stared blindly and disconcertedly at his scruffy sneakers, he
wondered what would become of him, where could he go? Maybe some of his
mates parents might allow him to stay but he doubted it, he suddenly
realised he needed a piss badly and he grabbed his backpack and hurried to
the toilet near the K-mart store. He hurried down the long echoing corridor
and went through the double entry doors, the centre cubical was occupied so
he headed for the further one and closed the door before dropping his daks
and sitting on the loo.

He used the cubical because he had decided to hide out in the bog while he
sorted things out, he urinated into the bowl and sat there quietly
thinking, the guy in the next stall had heard Brett's entry and him
piddling in the bowl but now silence. He knew the person was still there
and wondered if he wanted to play, he slid his foot under the partition and
tapped it on the tiles, hoping to elicit a positive reaction. Brett saw the
foot appear and watched it tapping but was naive and didn't understand the
signal so he ignored it and returned to his quandary worrying about his
future. The guy next door sat there confused but still hoping to get a
positive reaction, he thought for a few minutes and knew his neighbour
hadn't left the stall. He decided to take the bull by the horns and asked,
"Are you ok in there mate?"

Brett jerked upright, shocked that the guy was talking to him in the bog
like this, the sound of the stranger's voice wasn't threatening but
expressed concern, Brett took a deep breath and replied that he was ok just
resting. The stranger said, "Yeah but something is wrong isn't it?"

Brett wondered how this strange bloke could know there was something wrong,
was he psychic or what? How could a total stranger immediately know he was
in trouble without even seeing him face to face? Brett sighed deeply and
slumped on the seat as his throat constricted and his eyes hurt before a
tear formed sliding slowly down his smooth cheek as an involuntary sob
shook his slender body and he began to cry. His neighbour heard the sounds
and frowned, he knew the voice was of a young bloke and he wondered what
disaster had occurred to make a youth sit here in a public toilet weeping?

Marty, the stranger was a caring sensitive man, only 25 but had been gay
since the early age of 12; he had many experiences over the 13 years since
his art teacher in school first molested him. Marty had been abused, beaten
up, found love on other occasions in fact his teen years had taught him
more about life than the average male much older than him. Marty had
learned to be compassionate to those in trouble, he would go out of his way
to assist any person in need and it sounded like the lad was sorely in need
of assistance. He introduced himself to Brett who replied with his name
then Marty began telling the lad of his life and experiences, another man
arriving to use the remaining bog interrupted his dissertation. They sat in
silence while the stranger defecated cleaned up then left the loo, Marty
asked Brett if he'd accompany him up to one of the small eateries on the
floor above where they could talk together without worrying about other
people interrupting.

Brett agreed feeling he needed someone understanding to talk to, the two
left the stalls and shook hands before washing them and leaving the toilet
together, they walked out and rode the escalator up to the ground floor
then made their way through the bustling crowd to one of the eateries where
Marty asked Brett to sit at a table while he got some tea and sandwiches
for both of them. Brett sat at the only vacant table and watched Marty at
the counter, he studied the man's build and saw that he was a fit looking
dude, tallish with sandy blond hair and a great tan, his jeans had bulges
in the right places which Brett found exciting. Marty was a really fit
looking bloke with a nice gentle looking face and even from this distance
Brett noticed his beautiful caring blue eyes. Brett felt a longing to be
with Marty he couldn't quite understand it but he felt really attached to
the bloke.

Marty returned juggling the cups and plate of assorted sandwiches as he
made his way to where Brett sat watching him approach, Brett reached out
taking the plate of sangers then Marty placed the cups on the polished
aluminium table before sitting down grinning at Brett amicably, Brett
blushed and smiled tentatively back. Marty said, "You look so hot when you
smile Brett you should do it more often."

Brett felt a surge of pleasure at Marty's compliment and he blushed totally
dropping his eyes to look at the table shyly, Marty grinned at him and
reached out ruffling Brett's black hair. Brett leaned into Marty's hand
taking pleasure from the warm and friendly gesture, Marty saw Brett's
reaction and realised how starved for affection the lad was. What sort of
home had the lad been brought up in he wondered? Marty hoped Brett would
trust him enough to confide in him, he hoped the handsome young lad would
be happy to stay with him in his flat. He was a little afraid to broach the
subject in case Brett became scared and took off; as they sat quietly
munching Marty watched the lad eating as if he was starving. Marty picked
at a sandwich leaving all the rest for Brett, who soon emptied the plate
then realising he'd gutsed nearly all of the food he looked at Marty and
red as a beetroot he apologised for being a greedy pig.

Marty smiled and put him at ease saying that he enjoyed watching him eat
and obviously loving the food, he asked Brett how long since he'd eaten and
the boy mumbled since yesterday morning when he'd had a toasted sandwich
and coffee at a take away shop. Marty then asked where he had been sleeping
and Brett told him on the beach near Lunar Park, Marty frowned and said,
"Gees Brett, it's a wonder you weren't robbed or assaulted around there if
not sexually attacked."

Brett looked scared and asked why, to which Marty replied that the area was
the hang out for a lot of gay guys on the prowl looking for sex and a lot
of drug addicts and street kids who sold themselves for sex and would steal
anything not nailed down. Brett was shaking as Marty told him about some of
the horrible things that occurred in the area, where boys were bashed
senseless then raped and robbed some even murdered and left to rot. Marty
could see tears forming in Brett's soft brown eyes, he reached out a hand
and gently placed it on Brett's shoulder feeling the firm muscle there as
Brett leaned into his hand slightly. Marty asked Brett if he was still
hungry and the boy nodded so Marty went back to the counter and obtained
another plate of mixed sandwiches returning to where Brett sat looking sad
and worried.

Brett smiled wanly and began to nibble a sandwich asking Marty to eat some
too so he wouldn't feel so greedy, Marty grinned at him and picked up a ham
and salad portion and started to eat it. When they finished Marty asked
Brett if he needed a shower and he nodded, Marty invited him back to his
flat and they walked out together to catch the bus outside the mall. The
trip to Marty's took only ten minutes and they were soon inside where Brett
was shown the bathroom and given a fresh towel, Marty left him to it and
sat in the lounge room waiting thinking of what Brett might do after his
shower. Would the boy leave or stay on? Marty certainly hoped and prayed
for the latter, even though he desired Brett's smooth fit body he certainly
wouldn't try to touch him sexually no matter how much he wanted to.

Marty was lonely too and tomorrow was Christmas day, it would be wonderful
to share it with the lonely lost Brett but it all depended on Brett. He
listened to the shower running and pictured in his mind what the lad looked
like naked and glistening with running water and soap suds as he washed
himself. The sound of running water stopped and the gas water heater turned
off, Marty knew Brett would be drying himself twisting and bending to reach
his nether regions, he imagined the flexing play of muscle under the lad's
smooth skin and Marty's penis throbbed and stiffened in his pants. Damn he
was feeling so horny and excited he needed to exercise strong self control
when Brett came into the room, the bathroom door opened and the waft of
humid air and scent of shampoo drifted ahead of the lad as he entered the
lounge.

Marty glanced up and his cock throbbed at the amazing apparition, Brett
stood there looking squeaky clean, his bronzed flesh shone as if lit from
within, he wore a pair of denim cut offs and that was all. Brett asked if
he could use Marty's washing machine to launder his dirty clothes and Marty
was happy to say yes if it meant watching the almost naked lad. Marty led
the way to the small laundry room off the kitchen and started filling the
washer, he took Brett's dirty clothes and turned to put them in the
washer. The urge to sink his face into the clothes redolent with Brett's
teen odour was irresistible; he hid them in front of him using his back to
hide his actions and quickly bent his face into the still warm clothing
inhaling deeply. Brett's aroma filled his nasal passages and made his brain
spin like a top, his erection throbbed and strained in his tight briefs
before he dropped the clothing into the filling washer, he added soap and
closed the lid.

They left the laundry and headed back to the lounge where the
air-conditioned whirred cooling the sultry air, Marty flopped into the
recliner while Brett slumped on the couch and sprawled back thoughtlessly
rubbing his fingers across his silky smooth belly. Marty watched this
arousing act and groaned inwardly thinking, 'Gees how I'd love to be doing
that to Brett.'

Brett didn't realise what he was causing as he absentmindedly continued
massaging his stomach, the feeling was comforting in his nervous state as
he stared at the carpet in front of the couch. Marty said, "Penny for
them."

Brett frowned and said, "Pardon?"

Marty grinned and went on, "Penny for your thoughts mate."

"Oh," replied Brett, "I was just thinking how much I enjoyed that shower,
its been a few days since I had a hot one, I used the ones in the beach
pavilion but they are cold."

Marty smiled and said, "You are welcome mate and can I say its great having
you here with me. I've been feeling so lonely with Christmas coming up
tomorrow."

Brett looked across at him and smiled, "Thanks Marty, its good being here
off the streets with you too."

Marty looked at him and licked his lips nervously, "Um Brett can I ask you
something?"

Brett nodded, Marty went on nervously, "Don't take this the wrong way
Brett, but I'd really like you to sleep over and we can enjoy Christmas
together, would you like to do that mate? You will be safe here."

Brett looked at him quizzically then after thinking for a minute he
answered, "That sounds unreal Marty but where would I sleep here on the
couch?"

Marty nodded and replied, "Here on the couch if you want I'll make up a bed
for you or you could kip in the spare bedroom might be more comfortable."

Brett replied, "Oh I don't want to cause you trouble Marty, the couch is
fine as it is thanks mate, after all I've been sleeping rough outdoors so
this is like luxury for me."

Marty looked at Brett and could see the lad was genuine in his comment, he
really didn't mind sleeping just on the couch, as it was, but he wasn't
going to let the boy sleep that way he was going to give him a proper bed
either one made up on the couch or in the spare bedroom. Marty smiled at
Brett and said, "No way mate if I don't give you a proper bed I wont sleep
thinking about you tossing and turning on the couch."

Brett felt he owed Marty heaps for buying him food and now giving him
somewhere to sleep, he wondered how to repay him. He felt Marty was gay but
wasn't certain so he just decided to play it by ear and see what
eventuated, he was attracted to the Marty in a way although it was more
gratitude than sexual. Brett had never messed with another boy although he
was not narrow minded, there had been a couple of gay boys who came out at
school, he had treated them ok if not quite as friends even though others
gave them a hard time. Marty was something else he was mature, very
friendly and sort of protective and he'd done everything he could to
help. Brett was in a quandary as to how he could do something for the man
who had taken him in.

Marty decided to make up the spare bed and let Brett sleep in there where
it was a lot more comfortable, he wasn't going to have his young guest
reposing on the sofa in the lounge. He pulled out the sheets and pillow
cases from the top shelf of the built in wardrobe and began making the bed
up, Brett appeared at the door and quickly came in and helped tuck the
linen in on the bed. The two made short work of the task and soon the bed
looked pristine and inviting, after making up the bed Marty went to empty
Brett's clothes from the washer and took them out onto the balcony to hang
them out to dry on the folding clothes line he had there. Brett helped him
peg the now clean briefs and the few other garments he possessed in the hot
sun and breeze, before they returned inside to the air conditioning.

Marty turned on the TV and they resumed their seats watching the Saturday
interstate football game live, Marty slouched in the recliner watched Brett
as he lay relaxed on the couch watching the TV, the lad felt his host's
eyes on him and he looked across. Marty's eyes were locked on the crotch of
his tight cut offs, the thought of Marty perving on his bulge began to
excite Brett who felt his teen cock beginning to throb as it stiffened
almost automatically just because the handsome guy was staring at
him. Brett blushed because he knew Marty could see the bulge growing as his
trapped tool fought for room to grow and stretch, he dared not touch
himself to ease the problem because Marty would know he was excited even
though the size of his bulge would show him he was anyway. Brett just felt
embarrassed about fumbling with his dick in front of the man, even though
he could see Marty's mound was also expanding rapidly, and oh man it looked
monstrous.

Brett rolled onto his back and raised his leg to hide his hard on from view
and he saw a flicker of disappointment flash across Marty's face, Brett now
reached surreptitiously down sliding his fingers under the waist band as he
sucked in his stomach to move his erection and straighten it out pointing
across towards his hip bone. He sighed softly as the ache eased and he
pulled his hand out and rubbed his flat smooth but firm belly, Marty moved
and adjusted himself before relaxing again and concentrating n the
TV. Brett watched the tented material of Marty's pants slowly slump as his
cock deflated back to normal, the lad couldn't help imagining what it would
look like in the flesh because it looked so long and thick compared to his
own slender 6inch teen tool. Thinking about Marty's cock instantly had his
growing again, Brett cursed his horn for having an instant hair trigger, it
erected itself for the slightest reason and sometimes for no reason at all.

The rest of the evening Brett suffered from his dick going up and down like
a busy lift in a department store on Christmas Eve as the frantic search
for last minute presents occurs. The squirmed and turned to hide his
arousals from Marty who knew exactly what was occurring as his boner kept
time with Brett's, the time arrived for sleep and Marty sent Brett off to
bed while he checked the locks then he dug around in a closet and found
what he searched for, a brand new pair of red speedos that he'd purchased
for a young teen cousin but hadn't given them to him. He wrapped them up in
some Christmas paper and found a tag which he made out to Brett and placed
the parcel under the tree in the corner so Brett would get a nice surprise
in the morning then he changed into a clean pair of briefs then went to bed
for a much needed wank to relieve his aching blue balls.

His cock throbbed like crazy as his baby oil slicked hand stroked his
steely lance while visions of Brett flooded his brain, his climax was
monstrous and he felt his nuts were coming out his spasming dick. Cum
flooded his tensed torso, huge gouts of pearly, molten hot sperm gushed and
spurted until balls exhausted he slumped back limp and trembling while
gasping for air. His climax heard by Brett in the spare room triggered the
lad's own sperming as he jerked off listening to the wet sloppy sound of
Marty's hand wanking then the gasping grunts of lust as the man reached his
pinnacle and erupted. Brett's dock spat thick creamy ropes all over his
face and chest as he bucked arching his slim hips high off the mattress
every muscle tensed and aroused to the max. He slowly collapsed back
sweating and spermy, his smooth chest heaving and contorted lips gaping as
he panted. He calmed and rested there in a blissful daze until he recovered
and started scooping up the cooling cum and eating it licking his
fingers. He wondered if Marty ate his cum and what it tasted like, would it
be any different to his? These thoughts rattled about his brain as he
cleaned up the evidence of his hot sperming.

Marty lay there in the dark thinking of how he'd love to be cuddling Brett
giving him support and comfort as well as enjoying the feel of a sexy teen
in his arms, Marty sighed deeply as he cleaned up the claggy mess with some
tissues. He then rolled on his side snuggling up to the top pillow as he
sighed and drowsily dropped off to sleep. Brett lay back in the bed
enjoying the soft mattress under his body after sleeping rough for so long,
the smooth sheets and soft pillows brought back memories of happier times
when his mum was still alive, tears leaking from his eyes as he suddenly
felt the loneliness and sense of loss in his young life. He sobbed in the
darkness, his crying awoke Marty who lay there ears pricked listening while
his heart ached to go and hug Brett, but he was afraid the boy would react
badly to an almost naked stranger hugging him in bed.

Brett feeling lost and alone finally crept from the bed and padded to stand
in the doorway to Marty's bedroom staring in the gloom at the shape curled
up on the big queen sized bed, he rubbed his nose snuffling back more
tears. The slight sound aroused Marty who opened his arms and whispered,
"Come here Brett You need a snuggle and a hug mate."

Brett moved across the room and dropped onto the bed beside Marty who
spooned up behind him hugging his fit smooth body back against his own,
Brett wriggled and sniffled as he felt the man's warm body pressing against
his back and he also felt the semi hard cock pressed against his denim
covered crack. Brett felt warm and safe in Marty's arms; he even liked the
sensation of the man's hard meat snuggled in between his muscular
melons. Brett soon relaxed and dropped off to sleep even though his dick
was rigid against his lower belly, Marty lay there awake and enjoying the
feel of the lad in his arms and the warmth against his own body, he felt
Brett's buttocks clutched on his erection and flexed it again and again
enjoying the sensation before he too slipped into sleep dreaming wondrous
dreams.

Next morning Brett awoke early as he had sleeping on the beach, he lay
there feeling the warmth and companionship as he realised where he was and
who was hugging him. He clenched his muscular buns on the big hard wiener
embedded in his crack, he squirmed on it rubbing up and down causing his
own morning stiffy to throb strongly, Marty awoke feeling Brett's bum
squeezing and stroking his hard on, he gasped and felt his balls tingling
urgently before they released their pent up load filling his briefs and
pubes with hot juice. Brett felt the hot flood and froze in position as
Marty's cock throbbed, jerked and spurted he pulled away and slipped his
feet out onto the floor as he apologised to the gasping man.

Marty in his climactic haze vaguely heard the lad's mumbled apology as he
left the bed and headed for the bathroom, he finished cumming finally and
rolled onto his back as his briefs now saturated darkened as the sperm
soaked in, he lay back mind whirring with thoughts about this latest
development, and praying it hadn't scared the boy off. Brett took some time
in the bathroom before coming out his face red from exertion; Marty
surmised he had been wanking apart from emptying his bladder and what ever
else he'd needed. Marty called to him, "Happy Christmas Brett, go see if
Santa left you anything under the tree mate I'll be along as soon as I
clean up and have a piss."

Brett made his way into the lounge and saw the tree with the sparkling
decorations and twinkling lights, beneath it were a few colourfully wrapped
parcels, he knelt on the floor peering at the little coloured tags and saw
one with his name on it. He couldn't believe his eyes and reached a
trembling hand out picking it up, it was very light in weight as he felt
the parcel with his fingers, he thought its probably a handkerchief or
something. His excited fingers tore open the red and gold paper to find the
flimsy swim trunks, he looked at them admiring how the silky shiny material
reflected the light as he turned them about. He stood up and stretched them
across his body and thought how they looked about the right size, he
listened and heard Marty showering so he quickly slipped off his cut offs
and pulled on the slick flimsy lycra togs snugging his genitals into the
pouch then tying the cord. He ran his fingers over the tightly stretched
material enjoying the sensuous feel of the speedos, he wondered what he
looked like in them so he walked into Marty's bedroom and stood in front of
the full-length mirror.

Wow he thought I don't look at all bad in these, my cock and balls seem to
have grown some lately look how they fill the crotch, he turned to the side
and studied his curvaceous bubble bum looking at the deep dimples as he
flexed his buttocks and studied his bulging boy bits in profile. He was so
absorbed studying his perfect teen body he failed to hear Marty come out of
the bathroom and only realised when he heard the man's gasp as he saw Brett
in the speedos. Brett spun about and blushed feeling so stupid being caught
perving on his own body like this; Marty stood there a look of amazement on
his face as he studied Brett's almost naked body and the faintly hidden
goodies under the almost sheer red togs. The lad was a total stunner and
Marty was in love big time.

Brett recovered himself and hurried to Marty throwing his arms around
Marty's waist as he hugged him tight, "Thanks Marty for the great togs but
I'm sorry I don't have anything to give you in return."

Marty choked as his heart nearly exploded, he hugged the slender boy to his
body, his hands sliding down the lad's back until he cupped the lycra
covered firm buttocks in his trembling hands, "Brett just you being here
with me is present enough mate, you don't realise how much it means just to
have you here and sharing Christmas with me."

Brett's teen tossle stiffened poking into Marty and the lad nestled his
head against Marty's bare chest, before his moist tongue crept out and
experimentally licked at Marty's nipple.


				  The End