Date: Tue, 14 Dec 2010 04:14:52 -0800
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: A Christmas Wish Part 1

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A Christmas Wish

Chapter 1

Joey hummed "All I Want for Christmas is ...You" as he stood on the
doorstep. It had been playing over the crappy speakers in his white Corolla
as he drove over. It was a catchy tune. He always put the radio on the
Christmas music station when he was alone in his car. Of course, he
switched it to rock or pop if someone was in the car with him. Joey loved
all kinds of music, even classical, but no one besides himself knew
that. He loved the freedom of being sixteen and having a car to drive, no
matter how old and crappy it was. It was freedom.

Joey wondered which Pete he was going to find today. Would it be 'Positive
Pete' or 'Pitiful Pete?' "If its Pitiful Pete, hopefully the stuff in my
bag will cheer him up," thought Joey.  Joey rubbed his hand over the
growing stubble that used to be long, blond, surfer hair. It had been a
worthy sacrifice, yet he missed it dearly. Joey thought about the shocked
look on his mom's face when he showed up with it shaved. It brought a smile
to his face. Joey's smile was broad and infectious. He had a wide mouth
full of big, white, and perfectly straight teeth. The pain and nuisance of
braces was paying off now. He had large, full lips that framed his massive
smile. Combined with a square jaw and hazel eyes that seemed to change from
green to blue depending on what he was wearing, Joey was ruggedly handsome
and athletically fit. And even though his summer tan was fading, he still
had a healthy looking tone.

Joey raised his large fist to knock on the door once more just as
Mrs. Thomas opened it. Joey pulled his hand back and smiled. "Hello,
Mrs. Thomas, how's Pete today?"

Mrs. Thomas' worry lines faded, as she molded her thin lips into a
smile. Her complexion was pale and her eyes were perpetually sad. "Oh Joey,
I'm so glad you came over. Pete was a little worried you wouldn't make it
today."

"Are you kidding, it's the first day of Christmas break. I have deliveries
to make," Joey said, patting the plastic grocery bag he was carrying. "All
the guys on the team made him a card."

Mrs. Thomas bit her upper lip and covered her mouth with her delicate
hand. Without speaking, she wiped at the corners of her eyes and moved
aside for Joey to go into the house. "You're wonderful, you know that?" She
asked.

Joey smiled and joked, "It's nice to have someone fooled." Joey turned the
corner and headed down the hall. Pete had moved into the den downstairs
since it was hard for him to get upstairs. They had turned it into a
makeshift bedroom for him. The nice thing about it was the great computer
system in there that Joey and Pete spent a lot of time on together. Pete
was pretty good with computers and taught Joey how to sanitize things after
he got done browsing. They didn't want to leave any tracks for Pete's mom
or dad to stumble across. Pete's younger brothers and little sister weren't
allowed to use that computer, but it still would have been disastrous for
his mom to discover what they looked at. His dad might have been a little
more understanding, but even still, not something they'd like to chance.

Joey rapped a couple times with his knuckles and pushed the door slowly
open. Pete was in his hospital style bed watching an episode of
Spongebob. "Joey!" Pete squealed. "I thought you might not come today."

"You kidding, I got deliveries to make. I even got a special delivery
today." Joey winked and smiled.

"Nice." Pete slid over and patted the space on his bed for Joey to sit
on. When Pete moved over, he grimaced. "Kick your shoes off and get comfy."
Pete always asked Joey to take his shoes off when he was at his house. He
wondered if it was some kind of rule that Mrs. Thomas was too nice to tell
him about.

"I'm so glad it's finally Christmas break. I'm so sick of school." Joey
said.

"Me too. I'm glad you're bringing something besides make-up homework. Umm,
please tell me there's no homework in that bag." Pete said, smiling.

"Nah, there's not, only good stuff. Speaking of good stuff, what you want
from me for Christmas this year?"

"Nothing. I won't..." Pete stopped mid-sentence. "I don't need anything."

"C'mon, I gotta get something for my best friend."

"Okay, well, I have one idea but I'll tell you later." Pete said and closed
his eyes to rest.

Joey looked at his best friend lying there in his bed wearing the nice
purple and gold Laker's cap he'd given him for his 16th birthday in
August. It was still hard to get used to seeing Pete without hair; not even
eyebrows. It had been even more shocking when Pete helped Joey take a
shower back during the dark days of chemo and saw his completely bald
privates. He looked like a giant ten year old. Pete used to have the most
gorgeous brown hair with bronze streaks in it to match his brown eyes.

Joey turned sullen as he remembered the day Pete vomited his meager
breakfast all over himself and his bed one Saturday. He remembered the
exhausted, painful look of Pete's mother when she came in to clean it
up. She asked, actually almost begged, Joey to help Pete into the shower
and clean him up. Joey and Pete had both kept their boxers on in the
shower. He remembered how Pete just sat listless in a plastic lawn chair
they kept inside the downstairs shower for him while Joey washed his
body. Pete used all his strength just to soap up and rinse his privates
while Joey had looked away. After the shower, Joey got Pete all dried off
still sitting in the chair and then had given Pete the towel to dry his
privates and butt with. "I can't do it. You'll have to." Pete had said, "I
mean what the heck, half the doctors and nurses at Community Hospital have
seen me naked so often I feel like a freaking nudist anyway. I don't care
if you see me, too." Joey remembered the strangeness he felt pulling the
wet boxers down and off and carefully drying Pete's privates. They hung
limply between his pale legs, completely hairless. Joey remembered the
feelings he experienced lifting Pete up and pressing flesh to flesh in
order to dry his butt cheeks and crack. After that, he had lifted him out
of the shower, as though he were a baby or an old man, and set him on the
toilet seat to help him get dressed.

There had been a stronger bond forged that day between them. It was a
unique and indescribable emotion, new and powerful for both. What had
prompted Joey to do what he did next, he still couldn't explain, but when
he finished putting Pete's sweat pants on, Joey stood up and pulled his own
wet boxers down in plain view of Pete. It seemed fair somehow. He dried his
own privates and body while standing unabashedly naked in front of his best
friend. They had both been on the Frosh/Soph basketball team together but
no one ever showered after the games or practices. Everyone just wore their
uni's home and showered there. To Joey and Pete's recollection, they had
never seen more than the tips of each other's penises before that day in
the shower; only having seen the tips of each other's penises from taking a
leak outdoors once or twice. Neither boy was porn star material, both
sporting a 4 inch limp and 5 1/2 inch boned dick. Joey was a little thicker
than Pete, but not much. Neither of them ever spoke of the bonding
experience they shared that day in the shower, but both knew it changed
their relationship forever.

For the Frosh/Soph basketball season, they both had been required to get
their hair trimmed, but then they grew it back out after the season. This
year, Joey made the JV team. He and three other players shaved their heads
showing support for Pete when he tried to come back to school, following
his first round of chemo. It was still shorter than it had to be for JV
ball this season. Joey played forward and was pretty good at it. His older
brother was 6'3" so there was hope that he would grow past the 5'10" he'd
been stuck at for a while. His hands and feet were big so that gave him
hope also. He was really nimble and had some beastly moves underneath the
basket. He really missed the amazing feeds from Pete, though. When Pete was
the team's point guard, he would always seem to know exactly where Joey was
going to cut and delivered the ball precisely to that spot. No one had a
better eye for the open man than Pete did.

Suddenly realizing he was staring at his friend's bald head while
daydreaming, Joey turned his attention to the bag he was carrying. "Check
this out." Joey tipped the bag and spilled out the contents onto the bed.

"What's that?" Pete asked. He reached out and chose the top card. He
started giggling. "David's such a crackup. This is so funny. Look what he
wrote."

Joey took the card from Pete and read, "Hope you're feeling Better every
day." David was a pretty good artist and had drawn a cartoon of a nurse
with her blouse pulled up exposing her giant tits and a name tag above them
that said "Nurse Better." Joey joined in the chuckle.

"Should I put this one on the desk for everyone to look at?" Joey asked.

"Yeah, right." Pete said, "I don't think so. That one goes in our secret
spot."

They shared the cards together and Pete and Joey read each one. Some made
them start to tear up, others chuckle, but none were as good as
David's. The emotional ones they quickly set aside. "So, where's my special
one?"

Joey spread his giant grin across his face and held up the manila folder he
had tucked under his leg. He dangled it from a corner and asked, "What's it
worth to you?"

"You dickhead, give it over."

"Say please." Joey pulled it away.

"PLEASE, give it over."

Joey dangled it closer and Pete reached up and grabbed it. The exertion
caused him to grimace again. Pete opened the flap and peered into the
envelope. "Nice cover."

"C'mon, let's have a look." Joey said, "I didn't get a chance to preview it
yet."

Pete smiled and said, "Maybe I'll just save it for later, when I can make
proper use of it."

"Now who's being the dickhead?" Joey asked.

"That would be me." Pete said, grinning wider. Slowly, he pulled the glossy
porno half way out of the envelope, then slid it back in.

"Stop teasing me. Let's see it."

Pete pulled it out and tossed the envelope aside. He rubbed his hand over
the glossy, giant tits of the porno star on the cover. "Ooooh, Charlotte,
nice tits." Pete whispered, sexy like. Charlotte the "cum-loving" star of
the mag was cupping her enormous boobs in her hands and was twisted into a
teasing position on a blue silk bedspread. She had a nicely trimmed, blond
bush on her mound.

Pete let out a long slow whistle, "whew, what I wouldn't give to suck on
those beauties." He squirmed in his bed. Joey, wiggled a little as well, to
rearrange his stiffening, little toy soldier.

Together, they shared the glossy mag as Charlotte exposed more and more of
herself. When they reached the centerfold, Pete reached under his sheet and
began stroking his boner over his sweats. Joey reached in and adjusted his
boner into a comfortable upright position and squeezed his tip and shaft as
they took in the hot blonde's juicy cunt. Charlotte was fingering her clit
with one hand and one of her nipples with the other. Absentmindedly, Joey
had slid a hand under his blue and gold team t-shirt and was flicking his
own nipple with one hand while he continued squeezing on his stiffened
dick. "God, she's hot." Joey breathed out.

"Got that straight." Pete agreed. "And look how nice her feet and ankles
look. They're so nicely shaped and perfectly formed." Joey shot him a
quizzical look but moved quickly back to the mag.

They had just moved on to Charlotte sucking a massive dick of some Latino
stud when they heard the clack of the doorknob. Quickly, they pulled their
hands out in the open and Pete stashed the mag under his sheet. Mrs. Thomas
walked in with Pete's cup of pills and some water. "Would you like
anything?" she asked Joey.

"No thanks, I stopped at Walgreen's on my way over and bought a bottle full
of pills already, so I'm good." Joey said.

"You're so funny." Mrs. Thomas said, smiling. "You always make me smile."

Pete took his cup of pills and downed them all at once, chased down with a
big swig of water.

"How can you do that?" Joey asked. He was amazed. It took him like ten
minutes and a gallon of water to gag down one aspirin.

"Lot's of practice." Pete added, "And, practice makes perfect, right?"

"No," Joey said back, mimicking their coach's raspy voice, "perfect
practice makes perfect, poor practice just makes you permanently poor."
They laughed. Coach probably said that like 100 times last season.

Mrs. Thomas left and pulled the door shut behind her. "What are all those
pills for?" Joey asked.

"I don't even know. I just stick whatever they shove at me into my mouth
and swallow."

"Wow, you sound like the perfect girlfriend." Joey joked. "I need to find
one like you." They laughed together and pulled Charlotte back out from
under the covers and resumed their fun. Even though they enjoyed looking at
porn on the internet together, there was just something special about a
glossy porno mag. Holding the naughty pics physically in your hands and
rubbing the pages with your fingers was just somehow a better
experience. Joey's older brother accommodated them with this and had gotten
them nearly a dozen over the course of almost a year that Pete had been
sick. When they finished it, Pete slid it into the manila envelope along
with David's card and laid it next to Joey. "Put it with the others."

"Dude, I think your mom saw your boner tent. I swear she looked and then
quickly looked away." Joey said and playfully flicked the bulge still
tenting up the sheet.

"Ow, stop it, you dick. And don't use the words mom and boner in the same
sentence. It grosses me out."

"You wanna surf a while?" Joey asked, "While we're in the mood." He made
like he was gonna flick Pete's dick again and Pete threw his hands over it
for protection.

"Sure, get my wetsuit out of the closet and let's go." Pete said.

"Smartass, you know what I meant."

"Yeah, I know. I wish we could go do some real surfing again,
though. Remember last Christmas break?" Pete asked.

"Do I? It was the best waves ever from that tropical storm
somewhere. Remember that gnarly set we got into early in the morning that
time my brother took us to Huntington?"

"Yeah." Pete said, wistfully, "Next to jacking off for my first time, that
was the most fun I ever had." That struck Joey as hilarious and he laughed
out loud. "Wow, Joey said, I can't remember anything I did back when I was
only four years old."

Pete started laughing too, then said, "Okay stop, it hurts to laugh so
hard."

Joey, took the envelope and stooped down to open the bottom drawer of
Pete's dresser. He wiggled the drawer up, then down and pulled it all the
way out. There under the bottom drawer were all the other envelopes
containing the previous mags they had shared together. Joey added this one
to the top of the pile and replaced the drawer. Standing up, Joey noticed a
packet with a cancer patient at Disneyland on the cover. "What's this?"

"Oh, some crap from that 'Make a Wish' thing." Pete said, disinterested.

"Really, cool. You gonna get to do it?"

"No, it's for littler kids. Besides, I don't have..." Pete answered, but
trailed off.

"You don't have what?"

"Nothing."

Joey shrugged it off and looked through the brochure. "You could wish for a
front row seat at a Laker game and maybe meet Kobe in the locker room
afterward. Course, you'd need two tickets so you could take your best
friend with."

"Yeah, right. I doubt that. Maybe we could meet Luke Walton or someone like
that. I'm pretty sure Kobe doesn't have time for every sick kid that wants
to meet him."

"Probably right." Joey agreed. "Maybe Derek Fisher, though."

"Mmm, maybe. But like I said, I'm not interested."

"Seems like a wasted opportunity to get something awesome for free." Joey
said.

"Look, it's a great program and it brings a ton of joy to sick kids, but
it's just not for me. In the hospital, some of my little friends there
talked all the time about their 'Make a Wish' and how much they loved
it. At least, as long as they could still talk, they did." Pete swallowed
hard and stared at the ceiling a minute, composing himself.

"Joey, if you could wish for anything in the whole world, what would it
be?" Pete asked.

Joey laid the brochure back down on top of the dresser and sat on Pete's
bed, looked him in the eye and said. "For my best friend to get better."
Tears trickled from both of their eyes.

"No," Pete said when he composed himself again, "That doesn't count. I
mean, if you were probably going to die and you could really wish for one
thing to see or do before you did, what would it be. Like for 'Make a Wish'
but with no limits."

Joey shrugged. "I don't know. New sound system for my car, I guess."

"Wow, lame." Pete said. Then in an almost angry tone, a tone Joey hadn't
heard since the dark days of chemo, Pete pressed him, "Seriously, dickwad,
I want you to really think about this and tell me what you would wish for."

Joey's first reaction to Pete's harsh tone was "fuck you," but he didn't
verbalize it. "It's hard. I dunno. If I couldn't wish to get better, I
guess I would wish for something for my family."

"Okay, that's better. What?"

"That they not forget me, I guess." Joey said, tearing up again. "What
would you wish for?"

"That's a good one. That's better than mine." Pete said.

"What's yours?" Joey asked.

Pete didn't answer right away. He looked away from his friend and fidgeted
in his bed.

"What is it?" Joey asked, starting to grin at the obvious nervousness of
his friend.

"Well," Pete began, "Remember you said you wanted to get me something
special for Christmas?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, well," Pete paused again. He was as nervous as the day of his first
chemo treatment. His stomach was churning and his palms were sweating.

"WHAT?" Joey said impatiently.

"Okay, well," Pete got that much out again and Joey started rolling his
eyes. "Okay, well, ... you remember back in eighth grade when I asked
Brittany out to the spring dance. It was the only dance in middle school
where you could dress up nice and take someone like on a date kind of."

"Yeah, I remember." Joey scowled, "I wanted to smash her face in."

"Yeah, so after she just laughed at me in the hall that day in front of
everyone, I never dared hardly even talk to another girl and definitely
never asked another one out. I've never even kissed a girl yet." Pete
confessed.

"So, you want me to get you a girl for Christmas?" Joey joked, "Will a
blowup doll work?"

"No, buttface, shut up and listen."

Joey stopped snickering and got serious with Pete. "I'm never going to get
to be with a girl, I know that. I will never experience the thing I think
most about. It's like one of my few regrets in my life."

"Hey, c'mon, you will after you get better." Joey encouraged.

"I'm not going to get better." Pete said without any emotion.

"Stop it." Joey demanded. "Don't say that. Don't ever say that again. You
can't give up!"

"I'm not giving up. I'm just not going to live. I know it." Pete said
again, almost as if he was instructing a slow student. Then he added,
looking off into the corner of the room by the bookshelves, "Grandpa Eddie
told me last night."

Shivers coursed through Joey's body. "You're scaring me, dude. Stop
it. Your grandpa died years ago."

"No. Listen to me, this is important. Grandpa Eddie visited me last night
and told me I was coming soon to live with him in a place where there's no
more pain." Pete stared deeply into Joey's eyes. Joey looked away.

"It was just a bad dream. Stop it."

"It was not a dream, and it definitely wasn't bad. I wanna go there. I
can't do this shit anymore." Pete said. For the first time, his voice broke
with emotion. Joey had never heard Pete say an official swear word
before. Most people at school use the "F" word all the time and almost
everybody uses the "S" word now and then, but not Pete. He never did. He
never did anything wrong or bad. He was the first one on the floor for
practice and the last one off. He never passed a note back in class. He
never cheated on a test or lied to anyone as far as Joey knew. He was, for
sure, the most straight up guy Joey knew. His only vice seemed to be an
insatiable lust for porn.

Joey and Pete sat silently staring into each other's eyes. Joey tried to
search for some hint of doubt or joke or lie or something to discount what
Pete had just told him. Pete tried to silently communicate his
sincerity. Finally, Joey sucked his thick, bottom lip between his teeth and
bit down hard on it as tears flowed down his cheeks and onto his team
shirt.

"So, anyway, what I wish for." Pete said. "I'm never gonna have a
girlfriend or a wife. I'm never gonna get to have sex. I'm never gonna get
to kiss or make out with a girl. I know that. But, well, this is hard to
ask, and it's okay if you say no, but ... well ... you're my best friend in
the whole world. No. You're my ONLY friend in the whole world."

Joey grabbed some tissues, wiped his eyes, blew his nose and said, "C'mon,
you got lots of other friends. Look at all those cards."

"Those are well wishers, not friends. When I first got sick, Riley, David
and Kurt used to come visit me, too. Then after a while, it got old and
they stopped. Kurt was the last one to quit and he would come over and play
Mortal Kombat with me until he got his own PS3 for his birthday and guess
what? No more Kurt." Joey had no answer. He knew Pete was right.

"You never quit. Even when I was a total jerk to you while I was so sick
and in pain during chemo. You kept coming. You're a real friend. My ONLY,
real friend and I love you." Pete broke into tears. Joey leaned down and
pulled Pete into his arms and they hugged each other.

"I love you too, dude." Joey said, awkwardly. "So, what DO you want for
Christmas, then?"

"If you don't want to do it, it's okay, you don't have to. Okay?" Pete
said, looking serious.

"Okay already, but I'd do anything for you, dude. What is it?"

"I want you to pretend for me." Pete blurted out.

Joey just stared at him waiting for more explanation.

Pete looked away, blushed and said, "Wow, I'm sorry, It's okay, you don't
want to, I get it. I'm sorry I even asked; it was stupid of me."

"Dude, I have absolutely no freaking idea what the hell you're talking
about." Joey said, "Pretend what?"

Pete looked back, still very red in the face. It was an odd contrast
against the purple and gold cap. His lip was quivering. "I want you to
pretend you're my girlfriend and let me experience sex with you." Pete
said, staring at him, watching for his first honest reaction.

Joey took a minute to process that statement. When it struck him what Pete
really wanted, it was as if he had been told Pete was an alien and wanted
him to go back to his planet with him.

Joey slowly smiled and said, "Sure, if that's what you want. Hell, I'll do
it. Umm, but how?"

Pete brightened up like a Christmas tree and started talking in an animated
voice. "Wow, really? Awesome. Okay, well, what I thought about is
this. Tomorrow night, dad's going out to a Christmas party for one of his
big clients." Pete paused and asked, "You're sure you wanna do this for
me?"

"I told you I would. Damn."

"Okay, so anyway Dad wanted mom to go with, but she said no because of
me. My aunt offered to let us all stay over at her house but since I been
kind of sicker lately, mom didn't want to move me around. Aunt Julie has a
new baby, so she couldn't really come over here, so mom was just staying
home again because of me. So, here's my plan. I get Aunt Julie to take my
brothers and sister and I get you to come over and look after me while mom
and dad go to the party. We'll have until eleven, probably, by the time
they drive home from Ventura. We can have some time alone to mess around
and do some sex stuff. Mom's totally comfortable leaving me if you're here
since you've done it before. Besides, mom and dad really need to get away
together so it's like a double gift." Pete poured it all out with hardly a
breath in between.

"You've really been thinking about this." Joey said.

"You don't even know. It's practically all I've been thinking about for a
while now."

"So, umm, what exactly did you have in mind for the..." Joey trailed off.

"Sex?" Pete filled in.

"Yeah."

"Well, only what you're okay with. I mean I know it's gotta be weird for
you." Pete said. "But, I do have some things in mind. Only if you're okay
with it, though."

Joey wasn't sure he was really okay with anything, but felt willing to try
and fulfill whatever fantasy his friend had in mind. Well, almost
any. "Like?" Joey prodded.

"Like, I don't want it to just be jacking off together. I mean, I kinda
wish we'd done that together before anyway just as buddies, but I really
wanna try and pretend I got a girlfriend. I want it to be special; special
enough for a whole lifetime or even enough for eternity." The last part set
the hook.

Full of sincerity, Joey said, "I'll do anything you want me to, Pete. I'm
serious, dude, anything."

"Thanks. You're such a bomb friend."

Pete continued on to describe how he kind of wanted to undress each
other. Maybe play soft music and have candles. He said he wanted to try
pretty much everything Joey was willing to try and Joey agreed to be
willing. Joey started to make a mental list of the things he needed and
Pete told him to get a paper and pencil. Together they figured out they
needed candles, a lighter, some good lube, a vibrator, and massage lotion.

"Too bad we don't have anything sexy to wear." Pete lamented.

"What?" That struck Joey as odd.

"Oh, just this website I was reading about ten steps to having great sex,
suggested wearing like sexy, silky underwear as part of it. Never mind,
that doesn't matter."

Joey let that drop and asked, "What about condoms?"

"Like I said, I've never even kissed a girl and I definitely never done
anything with a guy before and I don't really know for sure what you've
been up to but I'm pretty sure it's the same. Besides, I'm dying anyway so
it wouldn't matter if I did get something from you." Pete said.

"Just stop saying that. I hate it."

"Okay, sorry. But, you get my point about condoms, right?"

"So what the hell do I tell my brother I need the lube and vibrator for?"
Joey asked.

"Tell him, it's what I want for Christmas and you think there's a girl
willing to do me so I need it all early."

"Okay, that works. Sure you don't just want a blow-up doll?"

Pete frowned. "Look, if you don't really wanna do this..." Joey cut him
off, covering his mouth with his big hand.

"I was just joking. I'm sorry. This is great. I wanna share it with you."
Joey said, mostly honest.

The door handle rattled again and Mrs. Thomas came in. "You staying for
dinner?" she asked.

"No, thanks. I need to go tonight, but I'll come back tomorrow night, maybe
then." Joey said, half winking at Pete.

"Mom," Pete began, "Can Joey come and stay over with me tomorrow night
while you and dad go to the Christmas party? Please?"

"Well, I don't know. There's the other kids."

"They can go over to Aunt Julie's. Please." After a pause, while Pete
studied his mom's troubled expression, he begged "Mom, PLEASE?"

"If Joey's here, I guess that would be nice. It will make your father
happy." Mrs. Thomas said.

"You know, Mrs. Thomas," Joey began, "I'd be willing to just spend the
night with Pete, if you and Mr. Thomas wanted just to get a motel and not
have to drive all the way home. Pete said the party is clear out in
Ventura."

"That's a very nice offer," Mrs. Thomas said, smiling at Joey, "But, I
don't really think I could..."



"MOM, I'm not a baby and I'm feeling a little better right now. I think
it's a great idea and I want you to do it." Pete said forcefully and in his
normal, strong, baritone voice. His mom looked at him a bit shocked.

"Well, I'm pretty sure that would make your dad really happy." She said,
then, she blushed as she realized the connotation of her words since Pete
and Joey both giggled. "I guess if you're willing to stay over, I'll
arrange it." She turned and practically dashed out of the room to get away
from her embarrassment of her comment about making Pete's dad really happy.

Pete peered over his bed rail to see her clear the door and said, "Dude,
that was brilliant!"

"Yeah, I thought so."

On the way home, "Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer" was blaring through
Joey's lousy, blown out speakers. Joey was feeling a little like he'd been
run over by a reindeer himself. Tons of thoughts flooded his brain.
Memories of things he and Pete had done together came back to him. Visions
of Grandpa Eddie appearing in Pete's room gave Joey the shivers all over
again. The memory of the shower experience and the feelings just now shared
with Pete mixed and blended together. He loved Pete. He didn't know he
could feel that level of love for a guy, but he did. "It's not fair." He
screamed, "It's just not fair!"

This special fantasy Pete had planned needed to go perfectly, Joey
decided. "Anything Pete." Joey said aloud, "Anything you want." Ideas
started creeping into Joey's head. At first, he dismissed them. Then, he
entertained them. Then, he embraced them. "I'm gonna freakin' do it." He
said with resolve. "He'll either be way surprised, or totally freaked out;
one or the other." Joey chuckled and pulled into his driveway.

Note: I hope you enjoyed the story. I appreciate hearing from readers and
if you are willing to email me, my address is h.schreiber@hushmail.com.
Also, if you enjoyed the story, I have two others posted on Nifty. One is
titled Just Like Scott" and is posted in the Gay Male/Young Friends
section. The other is titled "Finding Out About Santa, Really Sucks" and is
in the Gay Male/Incest section. If you read and like those, please let me
know.

Thanks and have a marvelous day.

Hans