Date: Tue, 14 Dec 2010 04:25:02 -0800
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: A Christmas Wish Part 3

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A Christmas Wish

Chapter 3

When they were definitely gone, Joey and Pete locked all the doors and
headed for Pete's bedroom. "Ok, what's the plan?" Joey asked. Joey sat in
the computer chair and kicked his shoes off. He had Nike ankle socks on
that matched the ones Pete was wearing except Joey's were white and Pete's
were black. Pete stared at Joey's big feet. He smiled as he traced along
the outline of Joey's foot and toes. His little buddy started to grow in
anticipation of the evening.

"First you need to read this website about having good sex. I kind of want
to follow it." Pete explained. They logged in and Joey read the "10 Ways to
Improve your Sex Life." Communication was the number one thing. It said you
should talk to your partner and tell them what feels good and if you don't
like something.

Then, it talked about foreplay second. Oral sex was third. "Okay, I
expected that one," thought Joey.

"Let's click on the links for this one." Pete suggested.

Joey was fascinated to read the tips for better fellatio. He'd never heard
that term for a blowjob before, but he got totally boned as he read the
suggestions to use your hand and your mouth and keeping tight pressure on
the shaft with your lips. He already knew to be careful about letting your
teeth scrape.

Fourth, it talked about trying new positions. Fifth was climaxing at the
same time. "I guess we should be able to do that," thought Joey. Sixth, was
dress for sex.

"We can't really do that one." Pete said, "I don't really have anything
silky to wear."

Joey broke into his amazing smile. "Yeah, you do." Joey reached into his
backpack and pulled out a pair of silky boxers with a reindeer face on the
front of them. "These are for you. Check it out, there's no fly. You stick
your dick in this part and the tip pokes out the end of it like its
Rudolph's red nose."

"Wow, no way." Pete said. "That's hilarious. Dude, you're the best." Pete
was delirious with excitement. Joey was pleased with himself. "Did you get
a pair for you, too?" Pete inquired.

"No, I got something different, but it's a surprise for later."

Seventh item was trying unusual positions and doing it in unusual
places. That made Joey giggle. "I'd say this qualifies as pretty unusual."

Eighth was using toys and lubricants. It suggested using plenty of
lubricant so that the sex was comfortable and enjoyable and to use any toys
such as vibrators that both partners agree on to spice things up. This one
made Joey sweat a bit. He looked at Pete to judge his intentions as they
read this section together. He assumed this was where Pete got the idea for
the vibrator. He hoped the G-spot thing wasn't just for girls. He wondered
if he was going to end up getting it up his butt and if it would hurt, or
if Pete wanted it for his pleasure. "Maybe," Joey thought, "He just wants
it for rubbing on our dicks and balls." It was becoming really obvious to
Joey that Pete had been working on this whole idea for a long time and
probably had a whole plan in mind.

Ninth, was having quickies. "Forget this one." Pete said, "I want it to go
slow and last a while. The last one doesn't apply either."

"Yeah, sure." Joey agreed.

The last one suggested that it was okay just to return to vanilla sex and
enjoy what always worked in the past. That obviously didn't apply, as Pete
said.

When they finished the website, Joey did all the delete functions to
sanitize their visit and shut down the computer. He swiveled in his chair
and faced Pete sitting next to him. "Okay, I guess we're supposed to
communicate with each other, so what exactly do you have in mind?"

"First off, are you really, really sure you're okay doing all this? I mean
I really want to but not if it's going to ruin our friendship." Pete said.

"Dude, stop asking that, you're startin' to piss me off. I told you I want
to do it with you. Look. I'm already boned just from reading that website
with you." Joey pushed the rolling chair back and grabbed a fistful of his
boner straining against his jeans. "That fellatio part got me so boned, and
it isn't going down."

Pete smiled a relieved smile and grabbed his own boner. "Me too."

"So this is kinda what I been thinking and tell me if you're not okay with
anything." Pete started, "First, we do some foreplay stuff out in the
family room. I wanna look at some of our porn mags together to get us kinda
worked up. Then, I want to slowly undress each other and do like
massages. Then I kinda just want to see where things go from there." Pete
said.

"What about kissing?" Joey asked.

Pete looked at him closely and said, "What about it?"

"Do you want to?"

"Kinda. I know you've made out a few times, but I never have. I'd just like
to close my eyes and pretend you're Rachel or Charlotte, you know, and try
it. Is that too weird for you? I mean, you could close your eyes, too, and
pretend I'm some hot cheerleader or something."

Joey had worried about this part. Kissing a guy somehow seemed harder to do
than suck a dick, as weird as that sounded. "Yeah, sure, that might work
out." Joey said uncertainly. "I mean, since I know it's just pretending,
like acting kind of, not gay or anything."

"Exactly." Pete agreed, hopeful he could try it. "And if it turns out to be
creepy, we'll just quit doing it."

Joey felt better. "Wanna get started then?"

"Duh. Get the pornos out of our secret spot. I'll go heat up our dinner and
we can look at them while we eat." Pete suggested.

Joey pulled all the envelopes out and carried them to the kitchen. Pete
already had the pizzas heated and on the table with a black cherry soda for
me and a water for him. "I had mom get black cherry just for you." Pete
said, "I know you like it."

"Thanks. Where's your toppings?"

"I'm just having a plain cheese, I don't wanna risk upsetting my stomach
tonight." Pete explained. Joey ended up eating all of his pizza and half of
Pete's. They sat side by side with the pornos between them. Joey opened up
Rachel's envelope and turned to the first page. It was crinkled and stuck
together slightly. "Eww, I feel like I should be wearing rubber gloves to
handle this one. She's had some serious abuse." Joey joked.

"Yeah, maybe you should. I'm surprised poor Rachel isn't pregnant with my
kid by now." Pete laughed.

Joey slid it closer to Pete, "Here, you turn the pages on this one." They
both chuckled each time a page wouldn't open or when there were missing
blotches on some pictures.

"This was our first one, remember? It's my fave, too." Pete said.

"I never would have guessed that." Joey said, sarcastically. They made
their usual comments about Rachel's hot body and Joey asked why Pete liked
this one so much.

"Well, besides it being the first one, I really like her feet. They are so
perfect."

Joey looked at him with one eye squinted. "I know; it's kinda weird I
guess, but I just have this thing for feet. I get horny at the beach just
from looking at nice feet. Like when you'd come over in summer in just flip
flops, I used to get boned from looking at your feet."

"Wow. You think you know somebody." Joey chuckled, shaking his head and
carrying his dinner trash to the garbage can.

"Do you think I'm weird?" Pete asked.

"Yeah, but I guess that's why I like you so much."

"Joey, I want you to put all those porno mags in your backpack and take
them with you." Pete said.

"Why? You love looking at them. You're practically engaged to Rachel."

"Yeah, but if Grandpa comes for me, they'll eventually clean out my room
and find them and I don't want mom to think of me that way." Pete said.

"Oh, I see. But stop talking about your grandpa. That might just be a
dream." Joey pleaded. Pete gave him a condescending look and nodded.

"Maybe and I hope it's a while before he comes if it wasn't just a dream,
but I just want to be on the safe side. Okay?"

"Yeah, Okay." Joey retrieved his backpack and stuffed them in the outer
pouch. It was bulging.

Pete approached him as he turned back around and slipped his arms around
Joey pulling their bodies together and began rubbing Joey's back. Joey
returned the embrace and rubbed up and down over Pete's shirt. It felt
surprisingly natural. Pete was only a couple inches shorter than Joey and
his chin nestled just under Joey's collar bone. Joey decided to make the
first attempt at kissing and see if he could do it. He thought it would be
better somehow, if it was him initiating it and be the one in control of
it. Be the kisser instead of the kissed. "Close your eyes." Joey whispered
and pulled slightly away. Pete peeked up at him, then obeyed.

Joey put his left hand behind Pete's neck and pressed his soft, puffy lips
against Pete's slender ones. Pete resumed rubbing Joey's back and Joey
massaged Pete's neck and slipped his right hand down to Pete's round
butt. "So far, so good," thought Joey "I'm not throwing up."  Joey started
to imagine he was kissing Audrey but his mind kept drifting back to Pete's
image. Pete opened his eyes and peeked and quickly shut them again. The
sensation was better than he imagined. It was nothing like kissing his
pillow. The quivering pressure of lip to lip contact sent urgent "up
periscope" messages to his dick and it was straining hard against his
jeans.

To his delight, Pete felt the initial cautious probing of a tongue against
his lips. He parted and Joey slid his wide tongue past his lips and teeth
rubbing against the sensory nerves on Pete's tongue and the roof of his
mouth. Pete clamped down on it with his lips and moaned. Instinctively,
Pete began a slow grinding of his groin against Joey's. Joey felt Pete's
boner pressing into him and had a flash of gayness panic.

Joey pulled his tongue back and broke away, wiping his mouth with this
hand. Pete opened his eyes and looked at him. "What's wrong?"

"It was starting to creep me out a little." Joey answered honestly.

"You wanna quit?" Pete asked, clearly disappointed.

"No, I'll try it again. I just have a hard time thinking about girls and I
keep seeing your face and then when I felt your bulge rubbing against me, I
just...I dunno. Sorry dude."

"It's okay. We can do something else."

"How about, we go shower together. If we're gonna try the sucking thing, I
need to wash my little soldier off for you." Joey suggested. Pete hadn't
really considered that he might be sucking on Joey's dick. Since Joey was
supposed to be acting like the girlfriend, he was thinking just Joey would
suck his. When he thought about it, though, that seemed really selfish.

"I showered already just before you came over." Pete said.

Pete took the hem of Joey's shirt and slid it upward. Joey lifted his arms
and Pete took the shirt completely off and tossed it aside on the
floor. Pete noticed with a twinge of jealously, Joey's nice grouping of
dusty blond pit hair. Joey followed the example and took Pete's shirt
off. They returned to their embracing and Pete audibly gasped as their
naked chests pressed together. Flesh on warm flesh. Pete resumed rubbing
Joey's back with an intensified passion, pulling their bodies tightly
together. If nothing more happened, this alone would be enough for
Pete. Just having this much human to human interaction with someone he
really cared about was overwhelming after all the years of fantasizing over
it.

Joey found Pete's mouth again. He had given up trying to pretend it was
Audrey, but he also wasn't really thinking about it being Pete. It was just
an anonymous make-out session. He did reflect a couple times on the few
girls he'd made out with before at parties and their images flashed in and
out. Pete began initiating tongue thrusts into Joey's mouth and Joey bit
gently on it and let it scrape gently across his big teeth. This continued
for maybe fifteen minutes, although it only seemed like one or two for
Pete. Pete finally pulled back and reached down to unsnap Joey's
jeans. Joey wiped at his mouth again with the back of his large hand,
sucked his gut in a bit to make it easier for Pete and Pete unbuttoned and
unzipped the tight jeans. He reached to either side of the waistband and
tugged them down and over Joey's hips and firm butt cheeks. Joey wiggled
from side to side to accommodate his efforts. Pete followed the jeans all
the way down, kneeling along the way.  Pete admired Joey's firm, muscular
thighs, large knee caps and powerful calves as he slowly exposed them. Pete
sat back on his heels and held Joey's jeans at the floor for him to step
out of.

Pete was further excited by the mold of Joey's large foot inside the white
Nike ankle sock he was wearing. Pete's little buddy was screaming for
relief from its imprisoning jeans. Before standing, Pete lifted Joey's left
foot and rubbed it. He tugged on the toes and kneaded the soft underside
through the Nike socks. His dick was ready to explode. Finally, Pete
slipped the elastic band down over Joey's heel and pulled the sock
off. Before moving on to the right foot, Pete massaged and fondled Joey's
bare foot and long, large toes. Unlike Pete's toes, Joey's extended away
from the foot part, even the little one was long. Pete took each one in his
hand and played with it as though he were jacking off a miniature dick. He
had the urge to suck on them, but resisted it. At last, he repeated the
effort with Joey's right foot. Joey watched from above with amused
enjoyment as Pete played with his feet. Joey's boner started shrinking but
Pete's was stiffer than ever.

Finally, Pete rose back up on his knees and began rubbing and squeezing
Joey's thighs. He slipped his hands up under the hem of Joey's boxers and
found the crease of his leg where it met his abdomen. Then he would slide
back down. Pete's right hand brushed against Joey's shrinking boner and
this caused Joey to start boning up again, making a large tent just left of
center under his boxer's waistband. Pete reached up and gave it a squeeze
through the boxers. It was an electric moment. Pete had never touched
another penis before and Joey had never had his touched. Pete returned to
stroking Joey's thighs and the backs of his legs up to the crease of his
butt cheeks. If it wasn't Pete's fantasy, Joey would have pulled his dick
out of his fly and begged to have it sucked.

Pete couldn't take it any longer and undid his jeans and zipper letting his
boner spring up into the unrestrained space. His blue plaid boxers poked
out from his erection. Pete stood and asked Joey to take his jeans
off. Joey kneeled and slid Pete's jeans down and off, then rubbed Pete's
legs with both hands for a while before fishing Pete's dick out of his
fly. Joey examined it from every angle as he turned it in his hand. The tip
was large and dark red. The little creases in the head of it were
stretched, giving it a shiny appearance. The touch of someone else's hand
on his dick was pushing Pete into the next level of sexual excitement. Joey
began slowly pulling the skin up over the head and back down. With just the
dick exposed, it looked much the same as his. It had the familiar squishy
surface over a hard core, but it was unique feeling it in his hand without
the matching sensation on his dick. Pete had his head tossed back and was
moaning. Since only the shaft was sticking out of the boxers, the lack of
pubic hair didn't distort its image and Joey was impressed how very similar
it was to his. They both curved ever so slightly to the left, both had a
similar proportion of head to shaft. They both had big veins running
randomly just under the surface of the skin. "If anything," Joey thought,
"His dickhead is a little pointier and his shaft is just a little thinner."

"Before we move on to step three and start sucking," Joey said, looking up,
"I think I should shower?"

"Kay, go ahead but hurry. I don't wanna lose the mood. I'll put my new
boxers on and meet you back here."

Joey was disappointed about the showering. He was hoping to repeat the
experience they'd had before when Joey helped him shower after he'd thrown
up all over himself. "It probably would be disappointing anyway. Things
never happen the same way twice," Joey thought.

Grabbing his backpack, Joey bounced to the shower. His dick literally
bounced in his boxers. He did as instructed and quickly jumped in and
out. He didn't wash his hair, just his body. He dried off good and then
pulled out the surprise. Joey stood and looked at his naked body in the
mirror. He started to chicken out on the surprise. He worried it might be
stupid. Maybe Pete wouldn't like it or think he was making fun of him or
something. "Oh, what the hell." Joey muttered. He'd spent the money on it,
he better use it.

Joey slipped the sheer white negligee over his head. The negligee barely
covered his privates with a thin row of white fur along the hem, matching
the fur around the low neckline. He turned and checked his backside
out. Just the bottom round globes of his ass cheeks poked out from under
the white fur. He felt weird and silly like he was five years old playing
dress-up again. Joey pulled out the long, blond wig he'd bought and
situated it on his head. Now, he really felt weird. He thought it looked
like Charlotte's hair in the most recent porno mag they had enjoyed
together the day before. He finally decided to take the wig off. It was too
over the top. He stuffed the wig back in his pack and dropped the pack off
in the bedroom again before going to the doorway of the family room. Pete
was laying on the couch slowly rubbing Rudolph's snout.

"Oh, Pete?" Joey said in a semi sexy voice, "I'm all ready for you."

Pete looked up and saw Joey leaning in the door way with the negligee
on. "Holy monkey balls, that's too funny." Pete said, laughing.

"I'll take it off." Joey said quickly and reached to pull it off.

"No, leave it." Pete said. "I think it's great. It's just a surprise like
you said it was gonna be."

"Sure? It's not too creepy or weird? I feel kinda weird in it, you
know. It's just, you said you wanted me to pretend to be your girlfriend
and all so..."

"Yeah, it's great. Really. I think it's a really bomb idea. It just got me
by surprise. But, I can't call you Joey wearing that, you have to be, umm,
Jo...lene."

Joey chuckled. "Whatever. I had a wig, too, but that seemed really weird so
I put it back."

"No way. Dude, go put it on. I wanna see you in it." Pete urged.

"I felt stupid in it, though."

"C'mon just try it for me. You don't have to leave it on, just show me."
Pete said. Joey shrugged, headed for the bedroom and pulled out the wig. He
put it on and brushed the bangs aside, ran his fingers through the curly
strands to arrange them in place and walked back to the family room.

"Ohhh, Jolene, come over her baby." Pete said, half laughing. Joey flipped
his blond curls over his shoulder and did a sexy walk over to the
couch. They both burst out laughing.

 Pete stood up off the couch and they both started to laugh harder as
Rudolph's nose started bobbing up and down. "This is freakin' hilarious."
Pete said. They embraced and began rubbing backs and butts and grinding
together. Pete initiated kissing again but he could feel it was causing
Joey to tense up so he quit and just lay his cheek on Joey's shoulder. Both
guys boned back up all the way. Rudolph's nose was definitely red and
bright. After a while of rubbing and gently grinding, Pete said, "Jolene,
suck me. Suck my dick."

Joey, took a deep breath and knelt down. He took Rudolph's muzzle in his
big hand and stroked up and down it slowly. The jacking action with the
silky boxers was an amazing turn-on to Pete and he started rhythmically
moving his hips. Joey stared at the bright red tip poking out the front of
the boxers and reached out and gave it a lick. Joey's own dick twitched. It
didn't taste bad. It didn't really taste at all. Joey slipped Rudolph's
nose into his mouth and clamped his large puffy lips tightly around the top
of the shaft. Using his thumb and pointer finger, Joey rubbed up and down
along the silky covering that was Rudolph's muzzle and slowly swirled his
tongue around Pete's dickhead.

"Oh, Joey, I mean Jolene," Pete gasped, "Suck it all in." He began
frantically pulling at the waistband of his boxers. Joey reached up and
slid the silky reindeer boxers off his hips and maneuvered his boner out of
the snout, then pulled them all the way off. Joey took Pete's hairless dick
in his fingers and lowered it to his mouth. "Wait, I need to sit down."
Pete said, breathless. He sat on the edge of the couch and stuffed several
pillows behind his back and leaned back. Joey shuffled forward on his knees
and positioned himself between Pete's legs. He directed Pete's hairless
penis back to his mouth, took another deep breath and closed his eyes. The
warm moist cavern engulfed Pete's hot, bulging, five plus inches. Following
the fellatio suggestions, Joey laid his tongue flat against the underside
of Pete's little buddy and it glided in to the back of his throat. Slowly,
Joey slipped it back out and then back in again, pressing the shaft with
his pursed lips and making as much saliva as he could, for lube. Pete
leaned forward and spread his fingers through the blond wig and began to
control the timing of Joey's stimulation of his cock. "Oh, Jolene, suck it
baby, suck it." Joey kinda wished he hadn't done the wig and negligee
thing. Being called Jolene was feeling weird to him. Pete was way into it
now and he didn't want to ruin it for him so he kept playing along. "Suck
my balls now." Pete said, pulling Joey's head back and off his little
buddy, then guiding him lower.

Joey licked the hairless ball sac and swirled his tongue around them. "Suck
on them, Jolene, please."

Joey pressed his thick lips to Pete's left ball and vacuumed it into his
mouth. "HOLY CRAP." Pete breathed out, arching his back. "That's
unbelievable." Joey began rubbing his tongue over Pete's sac tightly
stretched over his left nut. Slowly, Joey let it plop out and he did the
same procedure to the right nut. Each time Joey sucked in a nut, Pete
moaned out loud and arched his back. When he was ready to switch nuts, Pete
would relax his back and butt onto the couch and Joey would let that one
slip out and suck the next one in. Joey remembered advice on the web to rub
gently on the bulge between the balls and the butthole. It was like
additional boner back there that the nuts just hung over the top of. When
Joey started to rub it and suck Pete's balls at the same time Pete started
panting. "I'm gonna cum soon. Stop." Joey pulled off and sat back on his
heels. He reached up and tickled Pete's thighs. He watched Pete's boner
twitch and his balls roll up and down in their sac as Pete struggled to
maintain control. Pete was on the verge of spewing and he didn't want to
yet. The twitching slowed, Pete began resuming his normal breathing pattern
and he stood up.

"Let me do yours now." Pete said. But take off the wig and nightie
thing. "I wanna share this with my best friend, Joey, not Jolene."

Joey was happy to comply and pulled the wig off and the negligee and tossed
them aside. During Pete's sucking, Joey's dick had relaxed, then the
underside had gotten tickled by the feather edge of the negligee and boned
back up three different times. He'd boned up nice and hard, though, as he
watched Pete almost lose control at the end. Pete took the remote and
turned on the sound system. He had his iPod already plugged into it and had
it on a shuffle of classic rock, love ballads. "Nice." Joey said. He loved
classic rock. "Our parents were lucky. When they were our age, they had
awesome music. REO, Styx, Boston, they're all great." Joey, said, as he
looked at his best friend standing there naked except for his black, Nike
ankle socks. Pete's dick was at half mast. Joey thought about how horny he
was feeling for him. He couldn't explain this feeling any more than he
could explain the time in the shower, but the feeling was real and he
wasn't bothered by it. He wanted to get sucked by Pete and he wanted to
suck his dick for him again, only not as Jolene, as Joey, as best friends.

"I agree. I like it too." Pete said. They already knew their taste in music
was similar and had shared a bunch of pirated music with each other. Pete
knelt and assumed the position between Joey's legs.

"Suck my dick, P... um, P... Penelope." Joey said, smirking.

"What the crap?" Pete said grabbing Joey's dick in his hand and leaning
back on his heels. "Penelope? Where in the heck did you come up with a name
like that?"

"I dunno, I couldn't think of a girls P name." Joey chuckled, "Besides, I
think Penelope kinda fits."

"You better be careful, I got your future in my hands." Pete reached up and
grabbed a handful of Joey's nuts and gave a squeeze just hard enough to
cause Joey to wince.

"Okay, Okay, you pick a name. I give, I give."

Pete let go and stroked his chin, "Hmmm, Polly. Yeah, Polly it is."

"Are you kidding me, Polly? That's no better than Penelope. Pollyanna is
more like it." Pete didn't respond, but just reached up and squeezed Joey's
balls again.

"Okay, Polly! Polly!" Joey cried. Pete laughed and let go again. Then Joey
looked him straight in the face and said, "How about just Pete. I'd really
like to forget all this pretend we're girls shit. I wanna get sucked by my
best friend in the whole damn world. The best guy I know on planet
earth. And I wanna suck my best friend back, me, Joey, not Jolene."

Pete, sucked his upper lip in and bit down on it the same way Mrs. Thomas
always did when she was upset or about to cry. Appreciation spread across
Pete's face and he rose up off his heels and held out his forearm. Joey
reached out and they bumped forearms, in a sort of guy's salute to each
other. Pete lowered his head and sucked Joey's little soldier all the way
into his mouth. Pete worked Joey's dick for ten or fifteen minutes, rubbing
Joey's thighs and chest and sides while he bobbed up and down on Joey's
shaft. Then, he took the base of Joey's shaft in his fingers and rubbed the
skin up and down it while he sucked on the upper part of his dick in
synchronized motion. The sensation of getting sucked, and jacked sent waves
of pleasure through Joey's body. He had no more doubts he wanted this to
happen. He was regretting they hadn't been doing this for years together.

With his free hand, Pete turned the G-spot massager on and began massaging
the space between Joey's balls and butthole. The vibrating motion there was
unbelievable and took Joey to a new level. Joey lifted his head and watched
Pete work up and down his penis, concentrating on the extreme thrill
eminating from his little soldier's helmet. Then, he switched over to
concentrating on the vibrations pulsating through his entire groin from the
vibrator. Pete suddenly stopped everything for a minute and Joey was about
to beg him to continue when he saw Pete coating the vibrator with
lube. Then Pete poured some lube on his fingers and worked it over Joey's
sphincter. Joey reacted by clenching down tightly. Pete resumed his sucking
and began rubbing the vibrator from the perineum down to and against Joey's
anus.

Slowly, Pete began pushing the little bulb end of the vibrator up into
Joey's hole. Joey resisted at first, but the vibrations felt really good on
it so he didn't try to stop him. In a while, Joey returned his focus to the
extreme pleasure his dick was feeling and relaxed his sphincter enough for
the vibrator to slide in. Joey instinctively clamped down on it. The
vibrations were heightened now it was inside him and Joey groaned in
ecstasy. "Try and get it in further." Joey instructed. Somehow he sensed it
would be good.

Carefully, Pete worked it in, stopping each time Joey flinched. When it was
about two or three inches in, Pete began slowly moving it around. It
pressed against something up inside and Joey began calling out, "Oh, Oh,
Oh, Oh my god. Pete, Oh my god." He never realized his dick could swell to
that extreme. Whatever was getting rubbed inside of him was heightening all
the sensations on his dick. "It's good I jacked last night or would have
blown a load long ago." Joey thought.

Joey had an idea. He lifted his feet and slid them between Pete's
thighs. Joey began rubbing and fondling Pete's dick and balls with his
toes. Pete pulled off Joey's dick and looked down at Joey's long toes
rubbing and stroking his boner and balls. It was unexpected, but it was the
most erotic thing Pete had ever experienced or had even ever seen done on a
porn video. Pete reached down and popped the lube lid up and squeezed a
generous portion of lube all over his dick and Joey's toes. Now the
caressing was smooth and powerful sensations shot from Pete's groin through
his whole body. He felt nothing else. No nagging pain, no uncomfortable
muscle aches, nothing but euphoric tingles.

Pete resumed his sucking at Joey's urging. "I'm close to cumming," Joey
warned. "Really close."

"Me too," Pete said, with his mouth still full of Joey's dick. Pulling off,
he added, "Stop rubbing mine for a minute, I don't wanna cum yet." Joey
pulled his feet away, raised them up and then rested them on the floor
outside of Pete's legs.

Pete resumed his work on Joey's dick, played with his balls with one hand
and worked the vibrator in and out and around up inside Joey's butt until
the moment of imminent climax returned. Joey held his breath, pressed
Pete's head between his strong thighs and exploded with an orgasmic
scream. "Aaaaaghh, SO DAMN GOOD!" Joey called out as his ass clenched and
spasmed around the vibrator and his balls sucked up tight and his dick
danced with a million electric sparks. The first powerful blast of white,
hot cum hit Pete's throat and he pulled quickly off, spitting the thick
creamy goo onto Joey's pubes and balls as another shot blasted onto Joey's
chest, then a third and a fourth exploded. Joey had never cum so hard and
so long. When the experience finally subsided, he told Pete, "Pull the
vibrator out. Pull it out, now!" Pete complied, but a little too quickly
and it hurt as it was jerked free of his clenching ring. Joey lay back
panting. Pete used a warm damp wash cloth he had ready to wipe up Joey's
liquefying sperm. The warm cloth felt good on Joey's chest and abs and dick
and balls. Pete gave Joey's little soldier, no longer at full attention,
one last gentle squeeze.

Pete stood up and sat next to Joey. He reached over and gently cupped
Joey's balls that were slowly dropping back into their sac. "Joey, will you
do one more really big favor for me?" Pete asked, softly.

"Sure, whatever." Joey mumbled. At this point, he was so spent and so
giddy, he could have been asked to go lie naked in the middle of the gym
floor and he would have agreed to it.

"Someday, you're gonna find a special girl and you'll get married and
you'll get to screw her all the time. But I'll never get to do that. I
wanna try putting it in someone. Can I put it inside you. Can I try it?
Please? Can I?"

Pete studied Joey's face. He saw no revolt, no disgust, no objection. Joey
had no real interest in trying to bring Pete to orgasm now in any other way
that would require any effort. He was so spent. The idea of just laying
there while Pete got himself off actually sounded like a good idea.

"Sure, dude. Go for it." Joey slid off the couch, laid on the carpet and
raised his knees and spread them. Pete grinned in exultation. He grabbed a
pillow and lifted Joey's hips up. He had read about that suggestion on
another website about gay sex. He quickly oiled up his little buddy that
had already sprang back to full erection. He added some oil to Joey's
entrance and took his place. Seeing Joey's limp penis and balls detracted
from the experience for Pete. He got an idea. He grabbed the negligee and
pulled Joey back up to a sitting position and put it on him, then laid him
back down. The fur just covered Joey's man parts and gave the appearance
that he could be a girl. Pete slid up, guided his aching boner to the
entrance and pushed.

Pete's little buddy slipped in easier than he expected. Joey tensed a
little but relaxed quickly. Slowly, Pete inched his dick into the innermost
part of his best friend. Love for Joey overwhelmed Pete and he shuddered
with the chill that accompanied the emotion. When he reached full depth,
Pete just held it there savoring the experience of being engulfed inside a
human being. He concentrated on the pulsing action of Joey's sphincter on
the base of his shaft, the warm, soft tissues of Joey's rectum surrounding
his entire penis. Slowly, Pete started humping into Joey's body. The
stimulation on the prostrate and the re-invasion of his virgin ass provoked
an aching inside Joey, almost like a mild stomach ache.

Joey started to ask Pete to stop and pull out, but thought better of
it. "This is my Christmas gift to Pete. It was his only wish. Who knows, it
may be my final gift to him, but I hope not." Joey thought to himself,
trying to ignore the increasing pain. Pete's dick felt much bigger than it
looked, now it was inside him. It was definitely bigger than the vibrator
had been. "Hmmm," Joey mused to himself, "All Pete Wants for Christmas is
Me." He began softly humming the tune to take his mind off the pain of
Pete's ever increasing humping.

Pete was holding Joey's arms and pounding in and out of Joey's hole now
with a furious, frantic pace. The sensations were all he imagined and
more. Pete closed his eyes and imagined Rachel, his porno queen girlfriend
beneath him. Level four hit him and the sexual drug consumed his mind, his
body and his soul. Everything blurred as the euphoric feeling washed over
him starting just behind his brow and riding one gnarly wave after the
other down to his hairless groin and on to his stubby little toes. Wave
after wave racked him as he pumped his juices deep into Joey's bowels. At
last, he collapsed onto Joey's body, shaking with an occasional
post-orgasmic shudder. The fur lining of the negligee tickled Pete's
cheek. Joey, who had mostly recovered his strength by now gently stroked
Pete's back and butt cheeks. Pete was exhausted. His pain, so completely
forgotten just minutes ago, crept back in on him. His softening penis,
slipped out of his friend and cum oozed from the exit. They lay there four
or five more minutes just enjoying the peaceful glow. Finally, Pete rolled
off and Joey sat up, discarded the negligee, and wiped his ass with the
damp washcloth, while Pete cleaned himself up with another one.

"I'm wasted." Pete said, "I gotta go to bed."

"Need help?" Joey asked.

"No, I can make it, I think." Pete answered. He slowly stood, rested his
hands on his knees for a minute, and then staggered into the bedroom. Joey
cleaned up the room, gathered all the clothes and sex stuff, and tossed the
cum soaked washcloths into the washer with a group of towels from the
bathroom to make a load. Finally, Joey took the pills Mrs. Thomas had left
out with a glass of water in to Pete. He found Pete lying completely
motionless on his bed. Joey had a brief moment of dread. Joey shook his arm
and Pete's eyes fluttered open. "What?" he asked.

Joey breathed a relieved sigh, "Oh, thank God. Here's your pills."

"Oh." Joey helped him sit up and Pete put all three pills in his mouth and
swallowed with a swig of water.

"You need anything else?" Joey asked.

"Yes. Will you sleep with me tonight?" Pete murmured.

"Sure," Joey agreed. He set the water glass on the dresser and climbed into
the hospital bed with Pete. He slid up against Pete's naked backside,
placed an arm over Pete and gently rubbed his feet against the bottoms of
Pete's stocking feet.

"Joey?" Pete whispered.

"Yeah."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

"Joey?"

"Yeah."

"I love you."

"Love you too, dude." Joey wiggled his limp little soldier into the crevice
of Pete's buttcrack and fell asleep.

The two of them were awakened by the light streaming in through the
window. Slowly, Joey rolled to his back and stretched. Memories of the
prior night flooded in on him and he smiled with satisfaction. He got up to
pee and was surprised to find an aching feeling still up inside his
bowels. He padded off to the bathroom and then came back to find Pete
peeing in a plastic bottle. "I'm too tired to get up." Pete said, answering
the question before Joey asked it. He handed the bottle to Joey, who took
it to the toilet and drained it, flushed and rinsed the bottle out, then
returned it to Pete to hang on the edge of his bed.

It was odd, but Joey was still naked and felt completely comfortable with
it. Just two days ago, they were jacking themselves off to a porno mag with
their clothes on over embarrassment of being seen naked by another guy. It
struck Joey powerfully how much they had lost by being so stupid over all
these years of friendship. Worrying about looking gay to each other, kept
them from having so much fun and happiness.

"Want breakfast?" Joey asked.

"No."

"Want anything?"

"Nothing you can get me." Pete answered.

"Want to sleep?"

"Yeah." Pete whispered. Joey gathered all his stuff, dressed, and pulled
the blinds.

"You wanna get dressed before your parents come home?" Joey asked, suddenly
thinking how odd it might look for him to be in bed naked.

"Yeah, I guess I have to."

Joey helped him put clean boxers on, with a pair of sweats. He didn't want
a shirt. Joey was creeping out of the room and turned the light off when
Pete called to him. "Joey."

"Yeah."

"Turn the night light on, please."

"Okay, dude. Get some sleep. You had a busy night."

"Yeah. Thanks for being there for me. I love you."

"Love you too. See ya."

A couple hours later, the Thomas' came home. Joey was on the couch watching
the Packers beat the Vikings. He kept having pleasant little flashbacks of
what had taken place on that couch some twelve hours ago.  His butt was
still a bit sore. Sometimes it felt almost as if Pete's dick was still up
inside him. He wondered how long it would last. He wondered how many more
times the two of them would get to mess around.

"How was everything? Any problems?" Mrs. Thomas anxiously asked. "No, it
was all great." Joey answered.

"Thanks for doing this," Mr. Thomas chimed in. He seemed to be
beaming. "That time away was just what the doctor ordered for the two of
us. We're grateful. Can we pay you something?"

"No way. You already gave me those super nice speakers. And I didn't do it
to get paid. I did it for Pete. Well, and for you guys." Joey said,
sincerely.

"Well, thanks again."

"How's Pete?" Mrs. Thomas asked.

"Tired. He's been sleeping."

"Were you two up late?" she inquired.

"No, not really. Just kind of out of his routine, I think."

"No doubt." She agreed.

Joey followed her into Pete's room and Mr. Thomas took the overnight bags
into their bedroom on the opposite side of the house. Pete stirred and
smiled at his mom and Joey. "Hi."

"How are you, sweetie?" Mrs. Thomas asked.

"Great." Pete lied. "Just tired."

"Have you had your morning pills?"

"No."

"I'll get them." Mrs. Thomas left.

When she was gone, Pete asked Joey, "Did you get everything cleaned up?"

"Yeah, no worries."

"Good. Think we can do it again sometime?"

"Yeah, sure. I wish we'd done it sooner."

"I know. Me too." Pete closed his eyes until his mom returned with his
pills.  Pete tossed them into his mouth and swallowed. Joey chuckled. "He
didn't do so good with the swallowing part last night," Joey thought to
himself.

Joey's father stepped in and asked, "How you doing, sport?"

"Good, dad. How was your time away?"

"Very nice. Thanks for letting your mom go." Pete smiled back with
satisfaction.

"Sure."

"Joey, in case you're gone before I get back from my golf outing, thanks
again for staying over with Pete." Mr. Thomas said.

"Dad, can you skip golf today?" Pete asked, "I was hoping we could just be
together as a family today. Maybe play some games or watch old home movies
or something."

"Umm, well, sure, sport, if that's what you want. I'll call the guys and
then go get the rug rats from Aunt Julie's." Pete smiled his warm, peaceful
smile. He'd used that smile to deflect an argument and even settle a fight
or two.

"I'm gonna go now, I guess. I'll check in tomorrow." Joey said. He went
over to Pete's bed and held up his forearm. Pete lifted his arm and they
bumped goodbye.

"Mom? Can you give me and Joey a minute alone?"

"Sure sweetie," she agreed. She smiled warmly at Joey as she turned to
leave. Her eyes didn't seem so sad as usual.

"What's up?"

"I want to tell you something. Don't interrupt me." Pete instructed in a
stern tone.

"Okay."

"I want you to have a good life. I want you to live for both of us. Don't
mess up your life with drugs and alcohol. Find a great person to be your
wife and have great sex together. Do your best to make her happy. Raise a
bunch of ugly kids that look just like you and be a good dad like our dads
are. And one more thing, work on your foul shot; you're worse than
Shaq. See that picture on my dresser of us at the Point Loma Tournament?"

"Yeah."

"Take it with you. Put it in your backpack. Keep it out where you can see
it and never forget me. Friends forever. Okay?"

"Yeah, forever." Joey was crying as he pulled Pete against him and hugged
him tightly. They bumped arms again and Joey left with the picture tucked
inside his backpack. "See you later, Mrs. Thomas." Joey called as he
carried his new speakers out the door.

That evening, just as Joey finished installing his new speakers in the
Corolla and switching the radio on, his mom came outside crying and
clutching the phone to her chest. Joey sat up in the passenger seat and a
warm shudder coursed through his soul. In a shaky voice, Joey declared,
"Pete's gone, isn't he?"

Joey's mom just nodded. "Why? Why'd you have to come so soon, Grandpa
Eddie?"

Pete's calm voice came into Joey's mind, "I want to go with him. There's no
pain there. Friends forever, Okay?"

Suddenly, Mariah Carey's voice startled Joey from his trance as she sang
out in perfect stereophonic clarity, "All I want for Christmas is ...You."

THE END

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