Date: Fri, 23 Dec 2011 13:49:51 -0800 (PST)
From: Ryan White <ryanstories@yahoo.com>
Subject: Together for Christmas chapter 1

Hey friends!

Just a little Christmas story for all you guys here. Its a very special
time in our lives, to celebrate the festive season with our loved ones.
Since I haven't seen my family in almost 5 years since my dad kicked me out
for being gay, I have found a new family in my Nifty friends and readers. I
love you all.

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Luv,
Ryan

Together for Christmas

Always when it got to this time of the year, i always felt like committing
suicide. I hated Christmas. Plain and simple as that. I didn't know why the
precious fuck I had to be punished like I was. Maybe it was the fact that I
was gay, and in the Great Book it clearly states that it was one of the
biggest 'sins' in the world. So I knew I had to take whatever was coming my
way, as it was my punishment for being a homosexual teenager. My name is
Parker Cartwright, and I live in Bloemfontein, South Africa, and Im 17
years old. The year 2008 nearly caused my death at my own hand. Thank God
that he refused to give me the strength to go through it. That's all I can
say.

Since I turned 14 years old, my parents saw it fit to place me in Grey
Kollege School for Boys. It is a live-in educational highschool which
boasts to have a 100% pass rate over the past 60 years. You had to be
pretty clever and in the first place to even be accepted in this
institution. Needless to say that I had to bring home good results each and
every semester, taking its toll on me and the other students. The only good
thing about this entire shit, fucked up school, was the new friends that I
made, some snobbish, rich motherfuckers, but there was one, my roomie, that
just made me feel warm and fuzzy inside the moment that I met him. Ever
since I was 12 years of age, I felt that I was different. Myself and my
friends would go out playing games at the arcade, or bowling, or ice
skating or some shit like that, and they would forever speak about girls
that they would wanna fuck, or who had the biggest tits, or whether girls
in our class's pussies was hairy or shaved. That, as a matter of fact, made
me wanna fucking throw up in my mouth! Why, i didn't know! I went to bed at
night wondering why they couldn't stop talking about it, and why I couldn't
wait for them to stop. Fast forward a year, and I was faced with one of the
biggest challenges ever in my life. My best friend, Kyle Masterson, asked
me if I'd wanna go to a make out party. I knew exactly what would be going
on there, BUT...I had by this time already knew that I was most probably
gay. I would do almost ANYTHING not to be labelled as a faggot, and so far
I had managed to get away with not having a girlfriend by using my snobbish
parents as a reason, you know the usual "scared that she would get
irritated with my mom's high language, my father's fucked up sence of
humor" etc. But I knew I had to do this. There was no other option. Well,
this is a gay archive, so I wont bother you with the details, but I was
given the choice of fucking my first girl at the tender age of 13 that
night. She was 15 years old and also still a virgin, and since I had a
rather big cock for a 13 year old boy, she could hardly wait to have it in
her. It was then that I, for the first actual time realised that I didn't
want to do this. Now if this was Kyle begging his sexy ass off to fuck him,
I'd do it in a heartbeat, but this...my erection going limp told me the
entire story and I ran out of there as quick as I could. I always thought
that "one day" i'd get over this...but I was given this chance and I blew
it. Kyle and me were never friends again. The whole story started that I
was gay, and although I denied it, it was clear that to everyone that was
at the party that night. Another year of fucked up treatment passed before
I was shipped off to Grey Kollege. Like I stated above, the moment that I
saw my roommate, I knew this had to be what "love at first sight" was all
about. His name was Gareth Westwood, and, like me, he was 14 years of
age. I can remember that afternoon so fucking clearly, I was opening the
door to the room that we would both share, and he was standing with his
well muscled teenage back towards me, and was busy toweling off his
hair. He noticed me as I opened the door.

"Hey bro! Let me guess, you must be Parker, right?" he said with his
energetic boyish voice.

"Yeah dude, you're right, Im Parker. Im guessing then you are Gareth
Westwood?"

"Fuck yeah, I am! Come on in, roomie! I had arrived last night, so im all
unpacked and shit. I'll go grab us something to eat, while you get settled
in."

Good God, he was so freakin nice and sweet. Just like a 14 year old boy
could be. I sighed as I heard the door close behind me. Great...just great!
How was I going to keep my secret that I was different than all the other
boys? I started to unpack my things, as I started to sweat on how I was
gonna cope with that sexy boy around me twenty-four seven? When he came
back, I was all unpacked and ready for the coming semester, and it was just
aswell that I decided to wear jeans that day, because I was instantly rock
hard. How the fuck could I not be? Blond, spiky hair, white t-shirt and
baggy sports pants. He had a blue band hanging around his wrist, a sliver
chain around his neck and you could see that he spend a lot of time in the
sun. He carried a bag of McDonalds in his hands.

"Hey dude! Thought you might be hungry, so I got us some food. Hope you
like a Big Mac."

"Fuck me dude, thanks! Wow didn't expect this!" I solemly said, he seemed
genuinely nice and so friendly towards me.

"Nah, that's just me im afraid. Love me or leave me!"

Yeah right. With the next couple of weeks, my sexual attraction to Gareth
got so intence that I could not spend any time with him without visualising
him naked and in bed with me. A couple of times he had caught me looking at
him funny, or in some kind of lust, and it was getting more and more
difficult to come up with excuses so I decided to just stay away from him
as much a I could, which was damn hard, since we were roomies. During the
first few weeks of our friendship, we used to play soccer, go and watch the
Cheetahs play Rugby, eaten out numerous times and had really become good
friends. For the I dont know how manieth time, when he asked me if I wanted
to go with them to a party, to which the entire Grey Kollege was going to,
and I said no. It was then, that he seemed to snap.

"Okay, what the fuck ever! I don't know what the hell I did to make you
this angry at me!" he screamed and slammed the door behind him. I threw
myself on my bed and started to cry my heart out. I had fallen so much in
love with Gareth, and it hurt like hell that I could never have him. My
tears made the pillow soppy as I started to slam the bed over and over with
my fists. Somehow between my sobs I heard the door open once more and
suddenly I felt strong arms around me.

"Parker, dude what the hell is going on! Fuck man, you're gonna tell me
right here, right now what's your problem with me. I aint going anywhere."

He sat beside me with his arms still around me. My tears were still flowing
freely out of my eyes, but how could he know that his touch was breaking my
heart? I wiped my tears away angrily and decided to finally tell him. I
could not keep this a secret any longer. This was gonna destroy me, it was
too much for a 14 year old boy to deal with.

"Dude, I'm not gonna go away. Parker, you have become one of my best
friends. We have had some great and cool times, what the fuck changed?
Lately it seems you dont want anything to do with me, and I can figure out
the fuck why!" he pleaded, and I could swear that I heard his voice
break. I turned towards Gareth and...why the fuck was he crying? He tried
as hard as he could, but he couldnt hold his tears back. I lurged myself at
Gareth and hugged him, and I was shit surprised when I immediately felt his
arms around me. I embraced him, pouring my love out to him, even not
vocally. Finally, after a minute or so, I pulled away and I saw his face
was just as wet I mine was.

"Please dont fuck up out friendship, Parker. You mean the world to me..."
he whispered.

"So do you, buddy. I...I..." I just could not say it. The words just would
not come out. Suddenly it looked like a light had just gotten on his eyes
as he finally saw through my charade of all these months.

"Dude, no way..." he whispered once more, looking deep into my eyes,
looking for a answer. Even at our young age, we werent that naive to
believe everything, but this was real. What he saw in my eyes was the love
that I had for him.

"Im sorry, Gareth. I didnt go looking for this, I'll change rooms, I'll
stay away from you, but please dont..."

I was silenced by an earth shattering kiss, and I felt my cheek being
cupped and caressed by his left hand. He gently moved his hand into my
hair, all while still kissing me. He broke away from it, totally out of
breath and looked deep into my eyes.

"Why...why the fuck didn't you say anything! You stupid fucker, I thought
that I was gonna have to move because I was so in love with you, that I
couldn't stand it any longer!" he scolded me.

"What guy in his right mind would admit being in love with his roommate?
Fuck Gareth, this wasn't easy for me!" I hissed at him, trying to keep my
voice down to a minimum.

"You total idiot! I fell for you that first day you walked in here! Fuck,
Parker, why didn't one of us realise how the other felt? We would have
spared eachother so much fucking pain! You realise how many nights I would
wake up and then simply stare at you while you were sleeping?"

"Okay dude, I felt the same way about you, but that's just creepy!" I said,
a little disturbed by that revelation, but also way turned on that he would
do that.

"Hey, I didn't tell you to be so fucking beautiful!" he smiled slyly and
pulled me towards him.

"Shit Gareth, its fucking wonderful and crazy to be in your arms...I used
to dream about this...me and you together like this," I said, while resting
my head on his young chest.

"Tell me about it. When you started avoiding me, I thought that maybe you
had caught on that I was in love with you. That's why I couldn't stand it
anymore tonight. Gay or straight, I wanted an answer from you."

For a minute or so, nothing was said, as we just layed down in my bed and
enjoyed the closeness of our arms around eachother. Two fourteen year old
boys, who had fallen inlove with eachother. I lifted my head off his chest,
startling him. I leaned over so that my face was directly over his.

"I think...I think I love you, Gareth." This face lighted up like I had
never seen it before.

"I love you too, Parker. So fucking much..." he whispered as he leaned up
to kiss me again. I opened my mouth to allow his entrance as our tongues
danced the waltz of pure young love. I once more rested my head on his
chest, and for the first time in my life, I felt assured, that everything
would be alright. I must have felt asleep after feeling him kiss the top of
my head, once more whispering that he loved me. The next morning, I was
afraid that I had dreamt it all, or worse, that it was real, but that he
regretted it. No fucking way! Gareth surprised me with breakfast in bed, of
all things! I was still wiping the sleep out of my eyes, when he barged in
the door, with two big breakfasts from McDonalds.

"Gareth, really dude, im gonna lose my four pack if you go on like this," I
said smiling while once more admiring his boyish good looks.

"This? Fuck dude, this is nothing! You must come and spend the holidays at
my house, on the farm, then I'll show you something you will never see
anywhere else."

"I can see a cock anywhere I want to," I teased.

"Not that!! Jeez, you're such a Jim Carrey sometimes. Get out of bed and
eat your breakfast."

I got out, walked over to the basin to brush my teeth. I was halfway done,
when I felt his muscular arms circling my waist.

"I haven't given you your good morning kiss yet..." he said and kissed the
side of my neck. Good thing i had toothpaste in my moan, one could have
heard my groaning all the way down the hall. I finished up and pushed him
against the bathroom wall, kissing the living crap out of him, running my
fingers over his hair, his gel having gone soft. He took off my t-shirt,
and broke away from the kiss, breathing heavily.

"Parker, I know were only 14...but do you wanna do something with me?"

He didnt even have to ask.

"Yeah buddy...more than anything in my entire life!"

Gareth nervously broke the ice, kissing me again quickly before starting
his journey down my still developing chest. In an instant were both naked
and dripping hard. Gareth took a deep breath, and took my hand, dragging my
onto his bed, so that I layed on top of him. I gently leaned my head down
and started to kiss the love of my young life once more. Our naked cock
were rubbing and grinding against eachother, causing us both to have mutual
elations of emotions running through the other. I started to hump my cock
against his stel hard body harder, faster, quicker, while I could feel he
was doing the same. Gareth was moaning so loud, I had to kiss him to shut
him up. I could feel that I was getting close to cumming and started to
hump Gareth in earnest. He took my head in his hands and whispered in my
ear: "Cum for me."

That was it, i gave a final grind against his rock hard abs as my cock
poured out my fourteen year old teenage sperm, making it splash against his
abdomen. Gareth was not far behind as he sat up in the bed, pulling me
towards him, so that I ended up with my ass against his cock. It only took
a few seconds of Gareth humping his stiff cock against my hole until he too
spurted his boy cum onto my ass, grabbing my face and passionately kissing
me until my lips actually burned of the friction.

"Fuck, i really, really love you," Gareth whispered, his voice horse, in
his own boyish sort of way.

"I feel the same, dude. I love you too," was all that I could croak
out. All too soon the Christmas holidays were upon us, and we agreed that
he would come and spend a week with me, and then I would travel back with
them, to spend a week at their farm. We were just two young boys who had
fallen inlove, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it. Gareth and
me had a very long talk about how to react and what to reveal infront of
our parents. His mom and dad was strict Catholics, and would never allow
their son to by gay, whereas my mom would maybe understand, but never my
dad. We knew that he had to keep our secret, or force never seeing
eachother again. As my dad phoned me to tell me that he was outside to come
and take me home, I turned towards Gareth, and just like that first night,
where we had came out to eachother, I started to cry. Gareth immediately
grabbed and held my face between his hands.

"Dude, don't be sad. Its just a week until we will see eachother again!
Remember? I'll be on my way to you before you know it! But I gotta spend
Christmas with my parents. I love you, Parker. That's never gonna change."

I embraced him with all the love that I could possibly transfer to him. If
this was what love felt like, than I could live this way forever. He gently
broke away and kissed my forehead, before placing his hand over where my
heart was supposed to be.

"I love you, Gareth," I managed to say before grabbing by bag and storming
out before I was really in tears. I could not allow Dad to see me that
way. The entire week that I was back home seemed like an eternity.
Christmas came and gone, I had gotten some kick ass presents, including a
brandnew Nintendo Wii, which I left untouched. I wanted Gareth to be with
me so that we could play it together. Pathetic I know, but remember i was
only 14 then. On the 27th of December, the day that Gareth was suppose to
arrive, with his mom bringing him over, it felt like my heart was sinking.
I was thinking how was I gonna fool dad into believing that Gareth and I
were just friends. Would I be able to keep my hands off him?  Especially
when his blonde hair was spiked straight up...FUCK!! They were taking
forever! Suddenly I heard the phone ring, and I heard Dad answer it. I ran
out to the front door, looking out into the hot South African summer if
there was any sign of Gareth and his mom, and yet still nothing.

"Parker!" my father called out to me. I raced inside. Like a shot I knew
that something was wrong.

"Dad, what is it?" I asked, the tears already starting to well up in my
eyes, as if telepathically knowing that it was bad news.

"Uhm...son...that was Gareth's dad on the phone. Parker, I don't know how
to say this...there was a terrible accident. Apparantly the car in which
Gareth and his mom was driving in, crashed into a large beer truck. There
was a explosion, Parker. The paramedics identified the burned remains of a
woman and a young boy..."

I didnt need to listen any further. There wasn't any need to. Like a bullet
from a gun, Gareth was taken away from me and from this Earth. I slowly
walked up to my bedroom, and quietly closed the door. The tears started
falling before I made it to my bed. Gareth was gone. He was dead. The guy I
loved more than life itself was dead.

That was the beginning of a downward spiral in my life, one that I look
back on with not much fondness. I refused to go back to Grey Kollege. If I
would have ever sat foot in our room there, I think I would have totally
lost it. Turning 15 the next year, I spent it alone in my room all day,
drinking the Klipdrift Brandy that I had stolen from my dad's cabinet.
Anything to take the pain away. My parents decided to home school me, since
I simply refused to go to school. They were at a loss to how to get through
to me. They even tried sending me to a shrink, but I point blank refused to
communicate with them. Neither of them knew just how hard Gareth's death
had hit me. To them, we were just best friends. They never knew that he was
the boy that I was inlove with. And that is why, my friends, I mentioned at
the beginning of this chapter, that I hate Christmas. Because each and
every year this time, I am confronted with what happened. It was my fault.
If Gareth had never met me, he and his mom would not have been on their way
over and would not have died.

But the worse was yet to come...and it had all to do when my dad had found
out I was gay a year later...



Thanks for reading the first chapter in this two part Christmas
mini-series.  The final chapter should be up on Christmas morning, so I
really hope you guys like it. Please tell me what you think of the first
chapter by sending a email to me at ryanstories@yahoo.com I will reply to
every one I get. MERRY CHRISTMAS!!

Ryan White xxx