Date: Sun, 28 May 2000 11:04:49 EDT
From: William Watts <bwstories44@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Tragic Love - chapter 7

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A Tragic Love - by BW (Young-Friends).                       Copyright 2000
by bwstories44
Chapter 7 - A time for peace, hope and especially love.      January 2000

Finding the perfect Christmas gift for David was my sole obsession for the
next month.  I had to find just the right present to express my love and
commitment.  I searched and searched; window shopping, looking down aisle
after aisle of store merchandise, watching hour after hour of those
shopping channels and I still didn't have the faintest idea of what to get
him.  Time was growing short, as Christmas was the following week, and I
was still at a loss for an idea.

The harder I thought about it, the farther away I seemed to get from any
appropriate suggestion.  I was pulling my hair out and nearly ready to
scream when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Billy, it's me.  Look, I want to discuss Christmas."

Oh, great.  Here I am without even a small thought about what to get him
and he wants to confirm his plans.

"Yeah, what do you want to talk about?"

"Don't sound so enthused."

"Sorry, I was just trying to solve a problem.  Nothing serious."

"Good.  Look, Christmas is on Thursday and Dad wants me to go with him to
Connecticut to see my grandparents."

Oh, no!  Our Christmas is going to be in ruins.

"Well, he wants to leave on Wednesday and return on Sunday.  I don't really
want to go but I don't think my dad is going to give in on this one.  Don't
worry, though, we'll have the whole next week and we'll have New Year's Eve
together because my dad has other plans, plans that don't include me.  Will
that be alright with you?"

I was still thinking about all that he just told me and I couldn't respond.

"Billy!  Billy!  Answer me.  I know this isn't what you wanted.  It's not
what I wanted either but I'm being outranked on this.  I'll make it up to
you.  I promise.  Please, please, speak to me.  Tell me it's okay.  Tell me
that you still love me.  Please, Billy."

"I'm okay, really.  I was just thinking it over.  I do love you, David, and
the next week will be just fine.  Have a good time at your grandparents and
don't worry about me.  I'll be fine.  Just have a good time and I'll count
the hours until you return."

"Thanks for being so supportive.  It means a lot to me to know that you
understand my situation.  I promise I'll make it up to you.  Really, I
will."

"You can count on that because I'll make sure that you do.  I'll see you at
school before you leave.  I love you, hot stuff.  I just don't have to
worry about that happening to me because I live with my grandparents.  Who
knows?  If I didn't live with them, it might be me calling you to explain a
similar situation."

"Everything you do and say only makes me love you more.  Thanks, again, and
I'll see you on Monday.  See you in my dreams, cannon boy."

Wow!  He still remembers that first time when he said I shot like a cannon.
Man, he's so special.

I stood there, just holding the receiver in my hand, when mom came in and
asked me to run a little errand for her.

"Honey.  When your done on the phone, would you mind running down to the
drug store and picking up a couple of things for me?  Your grandfather has
driven over to visit one of his friends who are in the hospital and I don't
think he'll be back until after the store closes. "

"Sure, mom.  No problem.  It will be nice to get out of the house for a
while."

"Thanks, honey.  Here's my list and here's the money.  There should be a
couple of dollars left over so you can get a little something for
yourself."

I kissed my mom, got my bike and left for the store.  One of the things
that my mom needed was a prescription and the pharmacist said it would take
about twenty minutes for him to fill it.  Instead of just waiting, I went
and got the other things that she needed and then I just started walking
around the store.  That's when I saw it.  That's when it came to me that I
had finally found my perfect gift, at least part of it, for David.  I
grabbed the item from the shelf, headed back to the pharmacy to get the
prescription and then I paid for everything.

I couldn't believe it.  After all of the time that I spent looking for the
perfect gift, I go and find it by accident while running an errand for my
mother.  I guess that I'll have to thank her for sending me in the first
place.

I was so excited on the way home, planning how I would present this special
present.  Before I reached our door, I had all of the details worked out in
my head.  This was going to be great.  Not only was it an ideal surprise
but I could also honor David's request and not spend a lot of money on him.
He was going to love this and I just knew it.  Now I'm going to have to
control myself until the day we exchange our presents.

The week of Christmas dragged slowly, except for Christmas day.  I really
did have a nice time with my family and everyone was so happy.  I only had
to hold out a few more days until my lover returned.  It would be hard but
I was determined to do it.

We agreed that I would come to his house the Monday after Christmas and mom
and grandpa had already given me permission to stay until the day after New
Year's.  New Year's Day was on a Thursday so we wouldn't go back to school
until the following Monday.  That would give us from Monday morning until
Friday afternoon to make up for the time we had been apart.  David also
promised me that I would get to meet his father sometime during that week.
Wow, this was going to be great!

Monday finally arrived.  I had already packed all the things I was going to
need and David's Christmas present into my backpack.  I threw the satchel
over my arms, jumped onto my bike and pedaled as fast as was possible.  I
literally flew to my lover's side, anticipating his reaction to my special
gift.  As I pulled my bike into his driveway, the door opened and David
came running out to greet me.

"Man, did I miss you.  Get in here so we can talk or whatever."

"I think I prefer the whatever."

He grinned at me, grabbed me by the hand and dragged me into his house.  We
went straight to his room, as some of the domestic help would be working
daily over the holidays, and we opted for the solitude of his private
quarters.  As soon as the door closed behind us, David embraced me and
smothered me in kisses.

"Hey, big boy, don't forget to lock the door," I whispered into his ear.

"Yeah, right.  We don't want any uninvited guests wandering into our party
now, do we?"

"Oh, you've got a party planned.  Who's invited?"

"Just you and me.  This is a very small, intimate affair."

"Speak for yourself, Bud.  I'm not bringing any 'very small' things into
this affair."

"Yeah, yeah.  The last time I looked, yours was smaller than mine."

"Oh, your one of those, are you?" I commented, faking a hurt expression on
my face.  "I guess that I'll have to show you what you get for spying on
other people."

"I'd love to oblige you but we haven't got time.  At least not now we
don't.
  I want to give you a little something I found.  Something you might
enjoy."

"Well, you probably found it in your pants, right where it has always been,
but I'm still looking forward to getting it."

"No, dummy.  I'm talking about a little Christmas gift I bought for you.
Don't jerk around and spoil the moment."

"Sorry.  You know I can resist playing off of you.or on you.or with you,
for that matter."

"Enough."  David reached into one of his dresser drawers and pulled out a
small, elaborately wrapped box and handed it to me.  "Merry Christmas to a
bad little boy from his Santa Claus."

I hesitantly unwrapped the package, unsure if I wanted to destroy the
beautiful wrapping job, and I found a small jewelry box.  My hands started
to tremble because it looked like it was from one of those real expensive
jewelry stores.  I lifted the lid and found a thin gold chain that had two
small, golden charms dangling from it.  I looked carefully at the charms
and they appeared to be identical, both of some ancient man carrying a
clay-type jug.  Each one was inlaid with a purple stone.

"If you're wondering, those are our zodiac signs.  We're both Aquarius, the
water carrier.  The small stone is an Amethyst, our birthstone.  When you
wear this around you neck it will allow both of our signs to be nestled
close to your heart, a place where I always want to stay.  I had an
identical chain made for me, so I could do the same."

With that, he reached under his shirt and withdrew his chain to confirm
what he had just told me.  I was very nearly in tears by the time he
finished and I threw my arms around him and squeezed him for all he was
worth.

"I love the present but I can't accept it.  You spent far too much money
for it and I would feel guilty.  You told me not to spend a lot on you and
I honored your request.  All though it comes from the heart, my gift pales
next to yours."

"Never.  The money's not important thing, it's the thought.  I could spend
a lot of money on you because my dad has a lot of money.  You don't.  You
will accept this from me and I know I will treasure your gift as much I
think you will treasure mine."

I hugged him again and started kissing his entire face.  God, how could one
small boy make me so happy and how could I have been so lucky as to find
him.  Maybe God does love me and, if I do say so myself, he has a wonderful
way of showing it.

I knew it was now time to produce my small offering.  I grabbed my backpack
and reached into it, extracting a small, hastily wrapped package.  I handed
it David.  He ripped the paper to get to his prize, looked at it
quizzically and then looked at me.

"It's only the first part of your present." I explained to him.  "The
second part is what you've wanted for a long time."

He looked more confused now than before as he concentrated on my words.
Then, as if a light bulb had been turned on in his head, he smiled a wicked
smile and spoke.

"You mean.?"

"That's exactly what I mean," I said before he could finish.  "I've decided
that I want you to make love to me."

David started jumping around like a kid in a candy store.  If you think
about it, it was pretty much the same thing.  He was going to get the treat
that he desired the most.  He grabbed my arms and pulled me toward him
before he began to hug me with all of the enthusiasm that he could muster.
He kept thanking me over and over again, to the point of sheer annoyance.
I guess that I was right and this was the perfect gift for him.

I started undressing, trying to make it look more like a striptease for
David, until I shed my last article of clothing, my briefs.  I walked over
to where he stood and I started undressing him, savoring every second of it
and making sure that he enjoyed it too.  When I, finally, had David as
naked as the day he was born, I pulled him onto the bed and whispered
"Merry Christmas" into his ear.

I attacked his body like a hungry dog, licking and sucking every surface in
sight.  David was doing the same to me, when I reached for the bottle of
baby oil that David had just unwrapped.  I opened the cap and poured a
generous amount in David's hand and then more into mine.

"I'll lube the piston while you grease the crankcase," I said to him,
hoping he understood.  He did.  I guess I didn't really have to worry about
that.  When we were both slicked up, I gave him the command.

"Okay, sucker.  Assume the position."

"Which position?"

I thought for a moment before I realized that there was more than one way
to do the deed, as we witnessed via the pictures on the net.  I made my
choice and then got ready.  I lie on my back in the middle of the bed and I
slid a pillow under my butt, to make it easier for him to enter.  I pulled
my knees back to my chest and then I looked pleadingly at my lover.  I
wanted to witness every second of this special time and I wanted to see
everything he was doing and every expression that would cross his face.

"You know which position now?" I asked him jokingly.

I didn't have to say any more.  David sprang up in front of me and started
to probe my rectum with the oily fingers he used before.  First he used
one, then two and, finally, three digits to loosen my chute.  I knew I was
ready now and I told him so.

"I'm not going to get any looser than this.  Do it now, I want to feel you
inside of me."

David moved his stiff penis up to my hole and lined it up with my opening.
Slowly, he pushed his rod against my puckered hole until the head finally
popped past the muscular ring and slipped into my virgin rectum.  I moaned
slightly, more in pleasure than in pain, but David froze in place until I
signaled him to continue.  After receiving my reassurance that he was not
hurting me, he pushed his boner steadily forward and into my love tunnel
until his soft, curly pubic hairs were gently brushing against my butt
cheeks.  He paused briefly, I'm not sure if it was to give me time to
adjust or to give him an opportunity to enjoy the sensation of the soft
lining of my insides tightly squeezing his tube of masculinity.

"Man, that sure is tight," David uttered breathlessly.  "Neither of us ever
gripped my pecker that hard before but boy does it feel good.  Are you sure
that your ready?"

"I am ready but pecker?  When did you start calling it that?"

"Guess that's it just something I picked up while visiting my grandfather.
One night he was joking with me and he asked me if I ever played with my
pecker."

We both laughed.  "Don't forget what your doing, big boy.  Ram that hot
pecker into me and make me feel it.  Move it."

David started sliding his hard boyhood in and out of my hole.  He brought
it back until only the head remained in me and then he would shove the
shaft back in as far as it would go.  He kept up a nice, slow, steady
rhythm and it felt wonderful.

"Faster! Harder," I cried in delight. "Let me savor everything you have to
offer."

David not only picked up his pace but his breathing got deeper and more
intense.  Then he started to moan, little deep growls, which soon turned
into screams of pleasure.  He was going like a madman now, attacking my
butt with an urgency that neither of us had ever known before.  He made
that final thrust, pushing that hot poker in as deeply as possible, before
he gave up his seed.
   Suddenly, my intestines were flooded with a fireworks display of hot boy
juice.  David threw his head back, his body jerking with every powerful
load he shot into me, and he cried out in pure joy.  He made so much noise
that I began to worry that one of the staff might try to break into the
room to discover the source of the disturbance, but David began to calm
down as the last of his load filled my tunnel of love.

When David shot his first load into me, it triggered a reaction from deep
within my body and sent me over the edge as well.  As his second and third
blasts exploded into me, my own penis sprang to life, unleashing it's own
torrent of love juices.  My hose sprayed over both of us and my load formed
a seal between us when David's spent torso collapsed onto mine.  We lay
like this until David began to stir and, slowly, returned to the world
around him.  Now, he kissed me greedily and I responded in like fashion
with him.  Two young men, so much in love, reveling in the sensations of
the greatest act of love two people can share.

"I know that it always seems like I say the same thing but I really mean
it.
  It just keeps getting better and better.  Thank you, so much.  No one has
ever given me a present with so much love and so much concern that I would
like it.  I love you, Billy.  I have for months.  I do today and I will
tomorrow and all of the tomorrows that follow that.  You are the single,
greatest thing I have ever known or that has ever touched my life.  Even
though you didn't spend much money to give your gift to me, I would have
gladly given all of mine and my father's wealth to enjoy such incredible
joy."

He kissed me once more and, then, moved beside me before he pulled me
tightly into him, letting me enjoy his tender, loving embrace.

We didn't do anything more that day but, over the days that followed, we
kept switching from the giving to receiving ends and we experimented with
every position that we had learned about in the stories.  We cemented our
love in every possible way, trying to please our partner with any and every
move we made.  This was the first year I can remember where I really felt
the true meaning of Christmas, where the giving was far more important that
the receiving.  That is to say, the giving of love and pleasure to David
was more satisfying than any of the material things that came my way.

New Year's wasn't so bad either.  I, finally, got to meet David's dad.
Although the introduction was short and sweet, he seemed to be a nice guy.
I planned to try to get to know him real well, so he would accept me as
part of the family.  If I wanted to spend some of my weekend time with
David, I saw that I would have to win him over to make that possible.

I guess I don't have to tell you how we rang in the New Year, either.  We
did take a break long enough to make our New Year's Resolution.  We pledged
that we were going to make the coming year the best year of our young
lives.  Then we vowed that every year, after that, would just be better
than the one that preceded it.

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