Date: Fri, 14 Jul 2006 21:02:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: Alex Gets Educated - Chapter 14
DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions
of sexual activities between teenage boys. If you are not over 18 years
of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this
material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you
choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it!
Alex Gets Educated
Chapter 14 - Reunion, Revelation & Resolution - Part III
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Jon's Story
As I drove back to school on the Sunday afternoon after Thanksgiving, I
was excited over going back, because I was going to be with Ryan again.
I also was extremely nervous and pretty frightened as well though,
because I knew I needed to tell him about what had happened between
myself, Alex, and Vincent.
It wouldn't be fair of me to hide the fact I'd had sex with the boys from
Ryan. Besides, if I did, I'd only end up being a wreck wondering when
someone would slip, and let the cat out of the bag. So, with this in
mind, both out of respect for Ryan, and my own need to maintain my
sanity, I'd reached the conclusion that I needed to be completely open
and honest with Ryan. Knowing this scared me to death though.
I knew in my heart that even though Ryan and I had only been together for
a few weeks prior to the holiday, and that we hadn't really made any
formal claim on each other, that both of us thought of ourselves as a
couple already. Because of this, I knew that no matter how I tried to
temper what I had to tell him, Ryan was going to be hurt by what I'd
done. That alone was tearing me up inside! I so didn't want to hurt
him! On top of that, I selfishly was terrified that he would be so hurt
that he'd want to break up with me! I loved Ryan so much, that if this
happened, I didn't know what I'd do!
As you might expect, those few hours I was driving back to school were
some of the most miserable ones in my life. I was so upset by it all,
that not only did I have a headache, from playing the conversation I
intended to have with Ryan over and over in my head, but my stomach was
in knots, and my chest ached as well. To make matters worse, a cold
front began to move in. The temperature outside dropped dramatically,
and it began snowing too. As much as I dreaded getting to the school and
facing Ryan, I soon began to feel that I just wanted to get there, and
get it over with, because dwelling on it as I drove along in poor
conditions was almost as hellish as I imagined telling Ryan would be.
As the snow intensified as I drove along, I necessarily had to slow down,
which nearly brought me to tears, I was so frustrated and miserable.
* * *
Finally, after nearly 5 hours on the road, I made it back to campus!
There was already a good 6" of snow on the ground, and it was coming down
pretty good.
As I pulled into the parking lot by our building, I looked up at the
window of our room. My heart both leapt with joy, and sank with
despair. The light was on! On top of that, there was a little Christmas
tree sitting in the window, lit up! Ryan was obviously up there, and I
could just imagine him happily decorating our room for the holidays!
Tears welled in my eyes as I thought about how I was about to ruin his
mood, and most likely, his whole holiday season.
Sniffing deeply a couple times, I blinked back my tears, turned off the
car and got out. I only had 3 bags and a back pack, which I quickly
unloaded, and slung over my shoulders. I locked the car then and trudged
off miserably through the snow, across the parking lot toward our
building, and my ultimate fate. I was only wearing canvas sneakers, and
my feet felt wet by the time I reached the door.
* * *
It took a while to get through the hallways, and up the elevator to our
room. Most of the other students were back already, and were partying in
their rooms, which of course spilled out into the hallways. Many of them
tried to stop me to ask about my holidays. I gave them all a cursory,
nod and said "it was great!", but kept moving as best I could past them,
as they looked at me with furrowed brows, no doubt wondering what was
bothering me.
When I finally reached our room, I found a beautiful flocked evergreen
wreath with a big red bow and some pine cones hanging on it, suspended by
a string that disappeared over the top of the door.
"Fuck!" I thought, frowning. "Great way to begin Christmas!"
As I shoved my key in the lock, the door flew open and there stood Ryan
grinning broadly at me. Christmas music was playing, and I saw that he
had a sprig of mistletoe in his hand. I also saw that he was fully
hard. His penis was plastered flat up against the crease between his
left thigh and his lower abdomen.
"Merry Christmas!" he cried happily. "Bet you didn't know Christmas is
my favorite holiday!"
I couldn't help but smile slightly and say "Merry Christmas!" back to
him.
"Well, get your buns in here already!" he said. I noticed he suddenly
had a strange look on his face. Had he already been able to read my
mood? Or was something else up?
I walked in and dropped my bags on the floor by the foot of my bed, and
let my jacket slide off, landing on top of them.
When I turned around, Ryan had shut the door. There was a big felt Santa
Clause on the back of the door. And Ryan was standing in front of me,
still looking at me with a funny look. He quickly held the mistletoe up
over his head and his eyes opened wide, then swiftly returned to normal,
in his version or an eyebrow waggle. A seductive grin spread over his
face then.
I suddenly felt really miserable. I hoped he couldn't tell.
"Well?" he asked, looking at me, furrowing his brow and looking a little
concerned.
I so wanted to take him in my arms and kiss him, but at the same time, I
felt that if I did, it would be making matters worse, once I told him
what I had to say, because at that point, he probably wouldn't want
anything to do with me anymore!
Ryan didn't leave the choice up to me though. He reached over and pulled
me to him, and kissed me on the lips. I couldn't help but respond, and
kissed him back, however, not with the alacrity I normally would have.
Even so, it felt wonderful being in his arms, and the feeling of his
tongue searching my mouth, and the warm breath that blew out his
nostrils, brushing over my cheek caused my dick to stiffen instantly. As
Ryan squeezed me up against him, I felt his hard penis grinding into me
as well.
Even though I was hard, Ryan sensed I wasn't completely involved in our
embrace and released me. As we parted, he said, "What's wrong? You look
like you want to say something, but yet you don't! And... OH! Wait -
before I forget and we get off on a tangent... You had a call from Alex a
little while ago,"
"OH?" I asked, feeling suddenly terrified, as I realized it was a sign I
needed to get on with telling Ryan what had happened.
Ryan had a strange look on his face, that I couldn't read, as he looked
at me. I couldn't tell if it was a reaction to my obvious discomfort
that Alex had called, or if maybe he already knew what had happened.
Suddenly a sharp pain shot through my chest! Alex wouldn't have called
to talk to Ryan and try to smooth things over would he??? Had he
already told Ryan what had happened??? FUCK!!!!
Ryan's look of concern morphed suddenly into an arrogant and accusative
tone and said "Yes, and he told me something very interesting about
you!"
As I felt my eyes widen with terror, Ryan raised an eyebrow and looked
accusatively at me.
"Fuck! That little bastard!" I gasped, realizing Alex must've told
Ryan. He always had a habit of trying to fix things for people! But, he
had promised me he wouldn't tell anyone about this! I felt kicked in the
gut! Not only was I terrified about Ryan's reaction to the news, but
tears welled in my eyes at Alex's betrayal.
"Dammit! He said he'd keep quiet!"
I realized then, I didn't know if I'd just thought it or if I'd actually
said it out loud. Ryan was looking at me with a real strange look on his
face, making me think I had blurted it out.
I was so lost in my own misery, it took me a minute to study Ryan and see
just how strange the look on his face was, as he stared at me. I
couldn't tell if it was pain, anger, or what.
As Ryan opened his mouth to say something, overcome with guilt, shame,
and self loathing, I blurted, "I'm sorry Ryan! I'm so so sorry! If
you'll let me - I can explain, and maybe it won't seem quite so bad!
Please!"
Ryan's look changed then, and I saw that he finally looked scared.
"You can explain what?" He asked, hollowly, sounding confused and
worried.
I had never felt so anguished in my life, I thought I was going to throw
up my stomach hurt so much. There was nothing left to do now but own up
to what I'd done.
"How come I had sex with them," I said, in a weak, raspy voice that
didn't seem my own, although it was all I could muster.
There was dead silence in the room then, except for the Christmas songs
Ryan had playing on the radio, that now seemed rediculously out of
place. Ryan looked at me with a stricken look on his face. Unable to
meet his eyes, I looked down at the floor, feeling ready to vomit.
"I swear, I never meant to hurt you Ryan," I cried, pitifully, as I felt
tears welling in my eyes. "I love you! And, I'm so sorry!"
I couldn't see the expression on Ryan's face, but I could feel his eyes
boring into my skull as I looked down at the carpeting. The knot I'd
felt in my gut started to abate a little now that I'd admitted what I'd
done. It was replaced though with a heavy ache in my chest, as I
realized my admission was destroying Ryan. I knew the bottom had fallen
out of his world, and thus, it had fallen out of mine too.
When Ryan didn't say anything for a minute, I finally couldn't stand it,
and glanced quickly up at him. When I saw the pain clearly etched on his
face, and emanating from his eyes, I felt like a knife was twisting into
my heart.
"Oh God Ryan! I mean it! I'm so sorry! I never meant to do it!
Please! You have to believe me! I wouldn't have - but... they literally
seduced me!" I said, realizing any explanation was probably meaningless
at that point.
"WHO seduced you?" Ryan finally asked in a raspy, devastated tone.
It was then I saw that in addition to the look of pain on Ryan's face,
that he appeared absolutely stunned by what I had said, and I realized
then, Alex hadn't told him anything afterall!
I closed my eyes in horror, realizing I'd not only hurt Ryan, but had
told him what I'd done in a completely shocking and callous way on top of
it! What kind of fucking idiot was I? I looked down and buried my face
in my hands. How stupid was I? Of course Alex wouldn't tell! He'd
wanted me to hide it altogether. All I'd done was let my guilt run away
with my sanity and I'd blurted out the horror of what I'd done to Ryan,
rather than breaking it to him as easily as I could. I felt worse than
ever!
I didn't know what to do, but I had to try and explain and try to ease
some of Ryan's pain. After a moment, finally resigned to the fact I'd
completely ruined both Ryan's and my own lives, but wanting to try and
help Ryan just the same, I took my hands away from my face, sighed, and
looked at Ryan.
Ryan looked pale, hurt, shocked, and confused.
By then, I was nearly completely drained of emotion. I dropped down on
my bed, and looked down at the floor. I couldn't bring myself to look at
Ryan anymore. I couldn't stand the pain I saw in his eyes. The best I
could do was stare down at his feet.
"I better start at the beginning I guess," I said, deflated.
"Please do," Ryan said, softly, in a high, quavering voice, as he backed
up and sat down on his bed facing me. The mistletoe slid out of his hand
onto the floor, causing a wrenching pain in my chest again. Neither of
us reached down to pick it up.
"I expect you remember when I first moved up here with you, how that
first day we told each other about the other guys we've had sex with..."
I said. "Well... Everything I told you was true, but, I never told you
that the boy I used to have sex with the most was Alex - my next door
neighbor."
I paused for a moment, in case Ryan wanted to say something. He remained
completely silent, so I continued.
"Alex and I have known each other for quite a while now, and yeah, he's a
little younger than me, but he's a great kid, and well, shortly after we
met, we ended up having sex together. How it started isn't important at
this point. The part you need to know about is that we were still having
sex, regularly, right up until I came to school. And we were together
over Columbus Day weekend too. Then... right after that, everything
happened, and you and I moved in together and well... I fell in love with
you!" I said.
I looked up at Ryan. He was looking at me with glistening eyes and a
hurt expression on his face. His expression didn't change, he merely
blinked and continued looking at me.
"I mean it Ryan! I fell in love with you! Even though we weren't
together all that long - it happened. I fell in love with you! I loved
you already before we went home, and I still do love you!" I said,
emphatically.
Ryan blinked rapidly a couple times, he sniffed, and his face twitched a
little. He looked more upset than he had a moment earlier.
I decided I'd best finish telling him everything. Unable to look at him
any longer, I looked back down at the floor again, and continued, "When I
went home Wednesday, I fully intended to tell Alex all about you, and I
did NOT intend for him and me to have sex anymore. I actually did tell
him about you! In fact, we had a long talk about you. He understands
that I love you and he's OK with that. In fact, he's happy for me, and
can't wait to meet you someday. I think it helped a little that he too
had met another boy and fallen in love as well! His boyfriend's name is
Vincent. They go to school together, and are pretty involved with each
other, including having a full, active, sex life. Anyway, I'd been
nervous about telling Alex about you, because I thought he might've been
in love with me. He felt the same way about telling me about Vincent,
thinking I was in love with him too. After we both told our stories to
each other, I realized that I do love Alex!"
I looked up at Ryan, who looked suddenly more stricken, so I quickly
continued with, "But Ryan you need to understand - it's not anything like
the love I feel about you! I'm in love with you, and think of you as my
boyfriend! I do love Alex though - but only as if he were my little
brother. There's nothing romantic about it! And he realized that he
only loves me as if I were his big brother too!"
Ryan's devastated expression relaxed just a little, but he still looked
profoundly sad, hurt, and worried yet.
"So... who seduced you then?" he asked, finally.
I sighed, and thought for a moment. I realized he needed to know
everything, so I decided to just get it all out.
"Alex did - twice actually, and one of those times, Vincent was involved
too," I said.
I knew I'd hurt Ryan, but he had to know. As his eyes widenend and
watered, I couldn't look at him anymore, and looked back down at the
floor.
"Alex and I talked Thanksgiving night, and discovered we only felt
brotherly love for one another," I said. "He wondered then if we could
still have sex together, and I told him we couldn't because we had
boyfriends now, who, even if we only had 'brotherly' sex together, would
be hurt by it. He said he understood, and I thought that was the end of
it."
"But then..." I continued, "the next morning, after our mothers both went
to work, he snuck into the house while I was sleeping, got naked, and got
into bed with me. Umm... that really isn't so unusual for him. We used
to sleep together sometimes. He liked snuggling with me. Anyway, he
didn't see a problem with doing that yet I guess. I was still asleep -
you know how soundly I can sleep, so I really don't know what happened to
cause this, but.. well... I was having this really good dream - actually
that I was making love to you, when suddenly I wake up and he's in my
bed, and my dick's up his ass, and we're going at it! I swear I don't
know how we ended up that way. Like I say, I sleep pretty soundly. I
expect he got in front of me and pushed back onto me, then started
fucking me. Regardless, we were doing it. By the time I woke up, I was
about ready to cum up your ass in my dream, well... in reality I was
really ready to cum in his ass. He was about to blow too. Apparently it
was our combined excitement that woke me up. I know this isn't really an
excuse for what I did, but ... it's the only explanation I can offer as
to why I did it. I know you know how hard it is to stop when you're at
that point of no return... well... I know I should have, but we were
both just about to get off, and he begged me not to stop. Anyway... I
kept going until we'd both finished."
I looked up at Ryan again. Ryan was looking at me with an oddly bland
look on his face then. He looked pale, and his jaw looked tense though.
His eyes still looked watery as well.
"That was all that happened then. I made him get off me, and went and
showered - alone! I was upset that he started it, and at myself for
finishing it - because I thought he and I had agreed to stop having sex.
He realized I was upset, and I told him we could never do anything like
that ever again!" I said.
"But... you apparently did do something else!" Ryan said, his expression
unchanged.
I looked over at Alex's little Christmas tree in the window and felt even
sadder. I couldn't pull my gaze from it though, as I continued.
"That afternoon," I said. "We were over at Alex's playing video games,
and Vincent showed up. We were introduced. At first Vincent looked a
little jealous of me. Alex had told him about me before. But, then
after Alex explained to him that we figured out that he loved Vincent,
but that he and I were just close - like 'brothers', Vincent seemed OK
with it."
"Apparently Alex had also told him about how we used to have sex too," I
said. "The kid kept looking me up and down. I'll admit he was cute as
hell. You'd have thought so too. Well, Alex got the bright idea of us
three having a trois. I said 'No!' He started stripping though. I
couldn't believe he was ignoring me. Then he started stripping Vincent
too. Vincent seemed as surprised as I was. When Alex dropped on his
knees and started sucking on Vincent though, I know I should've just
turned and left, but I was transfixed. I mean it isn't everyday two boys
get naked and start having sex in front of you. Obviously I soon had
huge wood going on of course! Well, before I had a chance to think
clearly, Alex jumped up and came over to me and started fondling me,
through my jeans. I tried to stop him. He wouldn't listen. OK, I
know. I'm bigger than him, I should've pushed him away and left. I
really thought I could talk him into stopping though. He always had
listened to me before when I told him what to do or what not to do.
Anyway, before I could gather my thoughts enough to do anything else
about it, he had my pants down and was sucking on my cock! I did try to
stop him, but as I was pushing him away, he suddenly deep-throated me,
and jammed a finger up against my asshole and started working on it. I'm
sorry Ryan. I know I should've had the willpower to resist, but what
Alex was doing to me put me over the edge. I lost any willpower I had.
I'm so sorry! I swear to you though - although we had sex, I wasn't
making love to them! I just had sex with them! Now that I've been with
you, I see there really is a difference! When I'm with you, I'm making
love to you! We're not just having sex! With them, it was just empty
sex!"
I glanced back up at Ryan, his lower jaw was trembling slightly. I felt
ready to cry for how I was hurting him.
"So... what exactly did you do with them?" he asked, fighting to keep
from crying.
"I had sex with them Ryan. I'm sorry! If you really want the details,
I'll tell you, but do you really want to know?" I asked, feeling
frustrated that he wasn't helping me to not hurt him still more, and
praying he wouldn't ask for every detail.
"Yes. I want to know everything!" he said, in a whiny voice. He looked
ready to cry.
"Jesus Ryan!" I cried. My stomach was in knots again.
He just looked pleadingly at me.
"Fine!" I snapped, my eyes burning with tears of frustration, and rage at
myself for what I'd done to Ryan. "They each sucked on me. I sucked on
both of them. I rimmed both of them, and fucked both of them!"
Ryan looked horrified, and I felt even worse that I'd let myself get
angry at him for asking and just blurted all the details like that! I
shouldn't have told him! None of it was his fault! I was the one who
was at fault!
"HOW MANY TIMES did you have sex with them?" he cried, his eyes
horror-filled.
"NO!" I cried, realizing then he thought I'd had several encounters with
them. "It was only the one time! I swear! I just gave them each a
little, then I taught Vincent how to take it up the ass! He came real
quick, so I finished up in Alex! As soon as it was over, I realized what
a collosal mistake I'd made, got dressed and left! And that was it! I
never did anything more with either of them, and I told Alex that it
could never happen again!"
As I looked up at Ryan, his jaw was quivering more, and a tear suddenly
rolled over the top of his lower eyelid and trickled down his cheek. I
choked and my eyes finally flooded then too when I saw how upset he was.
"Fuck!" I cried, in a strangled tone. "I'm so fucking sorry Ryan! I
never meant to hurt you! I love you with all my heart! All I want is to
take it all back and start over! Fuck! I wish I'd never gone home!"
As I started sobbing, I couldn't take seeing the pain on Ryan's face
anymore. I didn't know what to do, so I leaped up and ran out the door.
Our room was only two doors from the stairwell, so I turned and ran over
to it, and dashed through the door and ran down the stairs before anyone
could see me sobbing.
When I reached the ground floor, I didn't know what to do. I needed to
get out of the building though - there were too many other students
around, who I didn't want to see me that way. I'd run out without my
jacket on top of it though. But, I had my car keys in my pocket, so I
ran to my car, got in it, turned it on, and turned on the heat.
I sat there a couple minutes, my mind swirling in turmoil. Finally, I
leaned forward and looked up at our room. The light was still on, and so
was Ryan's little Christmas tree. As I sat wondering what he was doing -
praying that somehow he wasn't in as much pain as I was myself, the
lights on the tree suddenly went off. I felt again like I'd been stabbed
in the heart.
I couldn't take it anymore. Finally I just let myself go, buried my face
in my hands, and sobbed pathetically.
Eventually, I cried myself out. Looking up at our room, I saw the light
was still on. Ryan's little Christmas tree was still dark though.
"Now what the fuck do I do?" I thought to myself as I rubbed the tears
from my cheeks.
* * *
I knew I couldn't sit in my car forever, so finally, after I knew for
sure I wasn't going to burst into tears right away again, I turned off
the car, got out, locked it back up, and ran back toward our building.
It was snowing hard yet, and seemed even colder. Shivering in my
T-shirt, I ran as quickly as I could to the doors. Once I was inside,
and had shaken the snow off, I stood wondering what I should do. I
couldn't go back up to our room. I just couldn't face Ryan yet.
Suddenly I realized, I had nowhere to go for the night.
Finally, after a few minutes, I walked to the elevator and took it up to
my old floor, where I'd shared a room with Steve. The halls were quiet
by then, as everyone had moved into their rooms. When I got to my old
room, I knocked.
"It's open!" I heard Steve call.
I opened the door and walked in. Steve and Jared were sitting on their
beds, watching a football game. Each had a can of Budweiser in their
hand.
"Hey!" Steve cried, grinning. "Grab a brew and join us!"
I tried to smile back at him, and quickly went into the bathroom and got
a beer from the little refrigerator, then I walked back into the main
room and sat down at the chair at Steve's desk. I couldn't help but
smile slightly when I saw he had a porn site up on his computer screen.
I also saw what looked like some stains on the top of his desk that
looked like he'd ejaculated all over it, but hadn't adequately cleaned up
his mess afterward.
I opened the beer and downed half the can in one large gulp, as Steve and
Jared stared at me, surprised.
"What's wrong Jon?" Steve asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
"Nothing," I said. "Um... thanks for the beer!"
"Sure, no problem. Anytime," he said. I could tell he didn't buy that
nothing was wrong.
"You have a decent Turkey day?" he asked.
"Yeah, it was fine," I said, forgetting to ask about his holiday.
The two looked at me, as I downed the rest of the can of beer.
"Help yourself to another," Steve said.
"I'll get it for you," Jared said, getting up. "I need to leak and want
another myself."
"Thanks," I said.
Jared paused in front of me and looked carefully at me. "You look like
you lost your best friend man! You OK?"
"I'm fine!" I said, rather emphatically.
Jared smirked suddenly and said, "Well, what happened? You and the fruit
cake have a little lover's quarrel?"
He laughed heartily, grinning at me in what looked to me to be a taunting
manner.
without thinking, I flew up off the chair, and my fist formed in mid air
as my hand flew toward Jared's mouth, where it connected solidly with his
lower jaw bone, with a resounding smack, followed by a surprised cry of
pain from Jared as he flew backward onto his bed. Out of the corner of
my eye I could see Steve holding his can of beer up - it was stuck
half-way to his mouth, which was hanging open. His eyes were huge with
surprise.
"DON'T YOU EVER CALL HIM NAMES, AND DON'T YOU EVER INSINUATE ANYTHING
LIKE THAT AGAIN!" I bellowed, leaning down and getting into Jared's face.
He stared up at me with a mixture of shock, pain, and fear on his face.
I didn't wait for a reply. I just spun on my heel and fled from the
room, slamming the door shut behind me, leaving Jared, who was near
tears, gingerly feeling his jaw to see if it was broken, and Steve
staring stupidly at the door, completely shocked at my behavior.
* * *
"Damn!" I muttered, scooping up a handful of snow and holding it on my
hand.
After I'd left Steve and Jared's room, I'd run back down the hallway, and
down the stairs to the lobby of the building. There was nowhere to go,
and my hand was hurting from having hit Jared so hard. Hoping a handful
of snow would help alleviate the pain, I'd gone back outside, even though
I still didn't have my jacket with me. It was still cold and snowing to
beat the band.
Looking across the campus as I held the snow on my hand, I saw the lights
on at the library and decided to go there for a while to think. Quickly
I set off.
When I reached the library, I shook the snow from my hair and clothes,
and ran inside, where I quietly stamped my feet off.
I went then to my favorite area of the library, where there are quiet
cubicles against the far back window, which I found conducive to studying
when I had to use the library's resources. There, I found an empty
cubicle and sat down at it. Finally, I crossed my arms in front of me on
the desk and laid my head down and closed my eyes. I tried my best then
to relax, and just not think anymore...
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Ryan's Story
Hello, I'm Ryan. I guess you've heard all about me. I didn't realize
Jon and Alex were writing a story about themselves, and that I'd become a
part of the story, but... I guess I am, so ... here I am to tell you my
side of this tale.
I guess I won't repeat everything about how Jon and I met, and how he
saved me from that Brute of a roommate - Jared. God! Living with that
asshole was the most miserable time in my life... at least until I found
out that Jon had been with Alex and his boyfriend over Thanksgiving,
after I'd thought the two of us were in an exclusive relationship. When
I found out about that, I realized nothing else really mattered anymore.
I loved Jon with all my heart, but it suddenly seemed to me that he
apparently didn't feel the same way about me, although, he said he did.
Well... I suppose I should take it from the top of this chapter of the
story.
I'd gone home and had a really nice Thanksgiving. It was the happiest I
ever remembered, although, I really really missed my Jon while he was at
his mother's and I was at my home! While I was home, I spent literally
all my free time in my room, fantasizing about being with Jon, and
masturbating too of course! Thank God for lube - otherwise my dick
would've been raw and bleeding from all the action I gave it!
I'd never felt happier to be going back to school than I did the Sunday
after Thanksgiving. Jon was coming back that day too, and we would
finally be together again! And... it was Christmas season too - my
favorite time of the year! I knew that this year was going to be the
best Christmas ever!
I was so excited to get back to school that I asked my mother if we could
leave earlier than planned. To say she was shocked would be putting it
mildly. I claimed I had a project I wanted to work on though, so she
agreed.
The real reason I wanted to get back early was because on Black Friday,
I'd been shopping with mom, and I'd picked up all kinds of Christmas
decorations for Jon's and my room. I hoped to get the room decorated
before he got back, so that when he did, we could spend the rest of the
evening enjoying each other in our own little Holiday world!
I was happy to find when we got to the school that Jon hadn't come back
early as well, so that I could get my decorations up.
I certainly didn't have to worry about getting 'anything else' "Up" as
well - my dick was stiff, from the anticipation of Jon's and my reunion,
from the moment I woke up Sunday morning. I purposely didn't touch
myself there all day, except to pee, and quickly in the shower to make
sure I was clean, so that I'd have a huge load of juice for my lover
later that night!
As soon as Mom left, I put on some Christmas music and began decorating!
I put a wreath on the door, and a cheerful looking Santa on the inside of
the door. Then I set up a little Christmas tree I'd bought. First I put
some lights on it, then I set it in the window, turned it on, and began
decorating it. I'd been lucky to find all kinds of nice smaller
ornaments that looked quite nice on it!
As I decorated the tree, it started snowing outside. I thought it was
rather festive, and just made my decorating even more appropriate, and
fun!
As I worked on, it began snowing harder though, and Jon didn't come. I
began to worry a little that he might've had trouble on the road.
When it got to be the time I was expecting Jon to arrive, I got more and
more excited. He didn't come though.
About an hour later, the phone rang. It was Alex, Jon's young neighbor
boy from home. He was wondering if Jon had made it back alright. They'd
heard about the snow storm.
I told him that he hadn't arrived yet, but was probably tied up in slow
traffic due to the snow, and that I'd have him call home when he got in.
About 2 hours Jon should have gotten in, during which I kept checking out
the window, I finally saw him pull into the parking lot below our
window! His car looked OK, so I assumed he was alright.
Bubbling over with excitement, I felt my penis inflate with anticipation
of our joyous reunion. Suddenly, I had a thought. I quickly opened my
jeans, exposing my hardon. Then I took a piece of red ribbon and wrapped
it around my shaft approximately where my circumcision scar is, and tied
it into a bow. Then I quickly closed my pants back up, leaving my penis
poking straight out to the left. The ribbon felt uncomfortable, and the
edges of it scratched at the sides of my dick, but I didn't care. I
thought Jon would think it was hilarious, then he'd immediately begin
untying it with his teeth, and soothe any abrasions I'd received from it
with his tongue.
Fuck! I was so excited, I could feel a tiny damp spot in my underwear at
the tip of my dick!
A moment later, I heard Jon's key in the lock. I grabbed my sprig of
mistletoe and reached over and ripped the door open!
"Merry Christmas!" I cried, grinning. "I bet you didn't know Christmas
is my favorite holiday!"
Although he tried to smile, I could tell there was something wrong!
He said "Merry Christmas" in a voice that completely lacked enthusiasm.
Hoping it was just that he was tired from the long trip, I said, "Well,
get your buns in here already!"
As he walked in and dropped his bags and jacket on the floor, I knew
there was more to it, and I felt my penis begin to wilt.
I thought he winced a little when he looked past me and saw the Santa
Clause on the door.
Hoping I might still be able to cheer Jon up, I held the mistletoe up
over my head, grinned,and flashed my eyes suggestively at him.
I could tell it wasn't working.
"Well?" I asked, looking at him, concerned.
I could see he was struggling with whether to just give in and kiss me,
or to continue dwelling on whatever was bothering him.
I decided to take matters into my own hands and grabbed him and pulled
him up to me, and kissed him hard on the lips. I was happy when I felt
him kissing me back, and I could feel his hardon pressing against me, as
mine throbbed between our bodies as well, but I could tell he just wasn't
into it, like he usually was.
Finally, I gave in and let go of him.
I stood back and looked carefully at him.
"What's wrong Jon?" I asked finally. "I can tell you want to say
something, but you're not saying it! Did something happen on your way
here? ... OH! Before I forget and we get off on a tangent... You had a
call from Alex a little while ago,"
"OH?" he asked, coming sharply to attention. Oddly he had an almost
scared look on his face though.
I was too disturbed by Jon's reaction to respond immediately. As I
watched him a myriad of strange looks crossed his face, that I couldn't
understand, and he kept avoiding looking at me. I really didn't
understand what was going on, or why he seemed to be acting even more
strangely about getting a call from home.
I wondered then if maybe he was afraid Alex had told me some secret of
his, like maybe what he'd gotten me for Christmas, so I decided to see if
teasing him would make him talk.
"Yes," I said, trying to sound aloof. "And he told me something very
interesting about you!"
As I looked at Jon, I saw his eyes get bigger. He looked genuinely
scared then - more so than if he was trying to hide what he'd gotten me
for a present.
"Fuck! That little bastard!" he burst out suddenly.
To say I was surprised by his reaction was an understatment.
As he began looking like he was actually going to cry, he muttered,
"Dammit! He said he'd keep quiet!"
I realized then that something was really wrong.
As I finally opened my mouth to ask what was bothering him so much, he
looked at me with an extremely guilty and embarrassed look on his face
and blurted, "I'm sorry Ryan! I'm so so sorry! If you'll let me - I can
explain, and maybe it won't seem quite so bad! Please!"
The frantic apology, and offer of an explanation sent a shiver of fear
rocketing through me. I knew then that something must've happened over
the long weekend. In some innate way, I knew it had to do with me, even
though I wasn't directly involved, and I suddenly was scared that all the
happiness I'd been feeling was about to dissipate due to whatever had
occurred.
"You can explain what?" I asked, almost certain I didn't really want to
know.
Jon looked completely miserable. I knew he'd done something that was
going to change things for us. I felt tears forming in my eyes.
"How come I had sex with them," he replied finally, in a near whisper.
Even though my Christmas music continued playing, I heard nothing but
Jon's last words. They kept playing over and over again through my head,
as I felt like my world had begun crumbling about me!
"I swear, I never meant to hurt you Ryan," he cried, sounding frantic
suddenly. I could see he had tears in his eyes too, as he added, "I love
you! And, I'm so sorry!"
He suddenly looked away, as if he couldn't face me.
He had sex with someone else... but he loved me! I just stood staring at
Jon, absolutely stunned, and not having the foggiest notion what to do,
say, or even feel. All I knew was I hurt!
After a minute he looked at me again and cried, "Oh God Ryan! I mean
it! I'm so sorry! I never meant to do it! Please! You have to believe
me! I wouldn't have - but... they literally seduced me!"
Seduced? I thought, looking at him uncomprhending. Who seduced him?
Finally, I found my voice and said, "Who seduced you?"
Suddenly a look of horror crossed Jon's face, as if he realized
something. He closed his eyes tightly and his face contorted as if he
was angry. I didn't know what to think.
Finally, he looked at me again. He looked calmer, almost as if he was
emotionally exhausted. He sighed and sat down on his bed facing mine,
and looked down at the floor.
"I better start from the beginning," he said, softly.
"Please do," I replied, as I sat down on my bed facing him as well. As I
did, my mistletoe slipped from my hand and fell to the floor. I left it
there. It really didn't matter anymore.
"I expect you remember when I first moved up here with you, how that
first day we told each other about the other guys we've had sex with..."
he said. "Well... Everything I told you was true, but, I never told you
that the boy I used to have sex with the most was Alex - my next door
neighbor."
He paused for a moment, as if to gather his thoughts, then continued.
"Alex and I have known each other for quite a while now, and yeah, he's a
little younger than me, but he's a great kid, and well, shortly after we
met, we ended up having sex together. How it started isn't important at
this point. The part you need to know about is that we were still having
sex, regularly, right up until I came to school. And we were together
over Columbus Day weekend too. Then... right after that, everything
happened, and you and I moved in together and well... I fell in love with
you!" he said.
He looked up at me. I just stared back at him.
"I mean it Ryan! I fell in love with you! Even though we weren't
together all that long - it happened. I fell in love with you! I loved
you already before we went home, and I still do love you!" he said
strongly.
I was close to breaking down crying by then, but snuffled and held back
my tears as best I could.
Jon looked down at the floor again, and continued, "When I went home
Wednesday, I fully intended to tell Alex all about you, and I did NOT
intend for him and me to have sex anymore. I actually did tell him about
you! In fact, we had a long talk about you. He understands that I love
you and he's OK with that. In fact, he's happy for me, and can't wait to
meet you someday. I think it helped a little that he too had met another
boy and fallen in love as well! His boyfriend's name is Vincent. They
go to school together, and are pretty involved with each other, including
having a full, active, sex life. Anyway, I'd been nervous about telling
Alex about you, because I thought he might've been in love with me. He
felt the same way about telling me about Vincent, thinking I was in love
with him too. After we both told our stories to each other, I realized
that I do love Alex!"
I felt like I'd been kneed in the balls! He didn't love me after all -
he loved his snot-nosed neighbor kid!
Jon continued then saying, "But Ryan you need to understand - it's not
anything like the love I feel about you! I'm in love with you, and think
of you as my boyfriend! I do love Alex though - but only as if he were
my little brother. There's nothing romantic about it! And he realized
that he only loves me as if I were his big brother too!"
I felt a little better then because he still was talking about loving me,
in fact more than this Alex. But I was still confused and worried about
where things had gone after that.
"So... who seduced you?" I asked, as he sat staring at me.
Jon sighed, and thought for a moment.
"Alex did - twice actually, and one of those times, Vincent was involved
too," he said.
I stared stupified at Jon. He'd been with not one boy, but two! Again I
felt tears welling in my eyes. Jon looked back down at the floor again.
"Alex and I talked Thanksgiving night, and discovered we only felt
brotherly love for one another," he said. "He wondered then if we could
still have sex together, and I told him we couldn't because we had
boyfriends now, who, even if we only had 'brotherly' sex together, would
be hurt by it. He said he understood, and I thought that was the end of
it."
"But then..." he said, "the next morning, after our mothers both went to
work, he snuck into the house while I was sleeping, got naked, and got
into bed with me. Umm... that really isn't so unusual for him. We used
to sleep together sometimes. He liked snuggling with me. Anyway, he
didn't see a problem with doing that yet I guess. I was still asleep -
you know how soundly I can sleep, so I really don't know what happened to
cause this, but.. well... I was having this really good dream - actually
that I was making love to you, when suddenly I wake up and he's in my
bed, and my dick's up his ass, and we're going at it! I swear I don't
know how we ended up that way. Like I say, I sleep pretty soundly. I
expect he got in front of me and pushed back onto me, then started
fucking me. Regardless, we were doing it. By the time I woke up, I was
about ready to cum up your ass in my dream, well... in reality I was
really ready to cum in his ass. He was about to blow too. Apparently it
was our combined excitement that woke me up. I know this isn't really an
excuse for what I did, but ... it's the only explanation I can offer as
to why I did it. I know you know how hard it is to stop when you're at
that point of no return... well... I know I should have, but we were
both just about to get off, and he begged me not to stop. Anyway... I
kept going until we'd both finished."
All I could do was stare at Jon. All of this was a little much for me to
comprehend. A naked boy had snuck into his bed and somehow inserted
Jon's penis up his ass, and for all intent and purposes, reverse-raped
him! Upon awakening, he was so close to cumming, that he finished what
Alex had begun! How the hell could someone sleep through such a thing to
begin with? And just how close were they if they slept naked together
like Jon and I did?
"That was all that happened then. I made him get off me, and went and
showered - alone! I was upset that he started it, and at myself for
finishing it - because I thought he and I had agreed to stop having sex.
He realized I was upset, and I told him we could never do anything like
that ever again!" he said.
"But... you apparently did do something else!" I said, realizing that was
only one of the seductions.
Jon looked toward the window then, and continued.
"That afternoon," he said. "We were over at Alex's playing video games,
and Vincent showed up. We were introduced. At first Vincent looked a
little jealous of me. Alex had told him about me before. But, then
after Alex explained to him that we figured out that he loved Vincent,
but that he and I were just close - like 'brothers', Vincent seemed OK
with it."
"Apparently Alex had also told him about how we used to have sex too," he
said. "The kid kept looking me up and down. I'll admit he was cute as
hell. You'd have thought so too. Well, Alex got the bright idea of us
three having a trois. I said 'No!' He started stripping though. I
couldn't believe he was ignoring me. Then he started stripping Vincent
too. Vincent seemed as surprised as I was. When Alex dropped on his
knees and started sucking on Vincent though, I know I should've just
turned and left, but I was transfixed. I mean it isn't everyday two boys
get naked and start having sex in front of you. Obviously I soon had
huge wood going on of course! Well, before I had a chance to think
clearly, Alex jumped up and came over to me and started fondling me,
through my jeans. I tried to stop him. He wouldn't listen. OK, I
know. I'm bigger than him, I should've pushed him away and left. I
really thought I could talk him into stopping though. He always had
listened to me before when I told him what to do or what not to do.
Anyway, before I could gather my thoughts enough to do anything else
about it, he had my pants down and was sucking on my cock! I did try to
stop him, but as I was pushing him away, he suddenly deep-throated me,
and jammed a finger up against my asshole and started working on it. I'm
sorry Ryan. I know I should've had the willpower to resist, but what
Alex was doing to me put me over the edge. I lost any willpower I had.
I'm so sorry! I swear to you though - although we had sex, I wasn't
making love to them! I just had sex with them! Now that I've been with
you, I see there really is a difference! When I'm with you, I'm making
love to you! We're not just having sex! With them, it was just empty
sex!"
Hearing Jon's explanation didn't help. In my mind, he should've been
able to stop himself from becoming involved with the two of them. I
could feel myself beginning to lose the battle not to start crying. I
saw though that Jon looked ready to cry too. Although that made me feel
worse, in a small way, I felt mildly vindicated as well, and hoped he
felt a fraction as bad as I did.
"So... what exactly did you do with them?" I asked, blinking and biting
my lip.
"I had sex with them Ryan. I'm sorry! If you really want the details,
I'll tell you, but do you really want to know?" he asked, sounding almost
angry at me for asking.
"Yes. I want to know everything!" I said, as stoically as I could,
despite being on the verge of tears.
"Jesus Christ Ryan!" he shouted in a frustrated tone.
I just stared at him. I had to know. He owed me that much, and he knew
it!
"Fine!" he snapped angrily. "They each sucked on me. I sucked on both
of them. I rimmed both of them, and fucked both of them!"
When I heard how much sex Jon had had with them, I felt like I'd been hit
by a mack truck! I almost couldn't breathe.
"H-HOW MANY TIMES did you have sex with them?" I finally managed to cry,
horrorified at the thought.
"NO!" Jon cried instantly, alarmed. Quickly he said, "It was only the
one time! I swear! I just gave them each a little, then I taught
Vincent how to take it up the ass! He came real quick, so I finished up
in Alex! As soon as it was over, I realized what a collosal mistake I'd
made, I got dressed and left! And that was it! I never did anything
more with either of them, and I told Alex that it could never happen
again!"
I suppose that while it wasn't as bad as I had imagined it had been when
he said how much sex he'd had with them, I still felt awful. As he
looked at me, I couldn't hold back anymore. A tear finally overflowed
from my right eye and ran down my face. To his credit, Jon seemed
utterly upset too and appeared on the verge of tears as he looked at me.
"Fuck!" he cried angrily, sounding like he was choking. He looked at me
with an anguished look on his face, then added in a softer, whining
tone "I'm so fucking sorry Ryan! I never meant to hurt you! I love
you with all my heart! All I want is to take it all back and start
over! Fuck! I wish I'd never gone home!"
He started sobbing then. A moment later he jumped up and ran out the
door. I wasn't able to do anything but tip over on my bed, pull my
pillow over and curl up hugging it to me. Then, I finally let go and
cried miserably for a while.
* * *
After a while, I'd finally cried myself out. I just laid there, as if in
a daze, trying not to think anymore. It didn't work though. I kept
replaying portions of our conversation. Then, I'd get upset and sniffle
a little again. Once or twice, I even wondered where Jon had gone, and
what he was doing. I hoped he was crying somewhere too. Then, because I
couldn't help myself from loving him, I took it back, and hoped he wasn't
hurting too much. A moment later, I'd be pissed off at myself for
feeling any pity for him. My head was filled with whirling emotions, and
complete confusion about what to do.
As I laid there in turmoil, the little lights on the Christmas tree
continued cheerfully twinkling. Finally, wishing I hadn't bothered to
decorate for Christmas, I got up and turned off the tree.
I sat on the edge of the bed then, as darkness set in outside, and tried
to decide what to do next. I didn't know where Jon was, or when, or even
if he was coming back. And I had no idea what I would do when and if he
did indeed come back. I was furious with him for what he'd done, yet I
still loved him, and was worried about him. This of course made me
furious with myself too!
As I sat there, trying to make some sense of what had happened, and
figure out what to do, the phone rang.
I felt a flash of fear shoot through me, and my adrenaline started
pumping. It had to be Jon.
Should I answer it, or not?
Since I couldn't decide, I let it ring until the answering machine picked
up. It felt like an electrical shock zapping me when our combined
message came on, and I heard Jon's voice, along with mine, and we sounded
so happy together.
When the message ended, after the beep, I was again shocked to hear
Alex's voice, as he started to leave a message.
"Jon! Please! If you're there, pick up! We're worried about you!" he
said.
There was silence for a moment, then he said, "Ryan! You pick up if
you're there too please!"
Jolted to hear Alex speaking to me, then waiting to see if I was there, I
didn't know what else to do, so I reached for the phone and picked it
up. When I held it to my ear, I could hear the boy's breathing in the
earpiece. I was suddenly sorry I'd picked it up, as I had no idea what
to say to him. As a result, I remained silent.
"Jon?" Alex said.
I hesitated, but finally said, "No."
"Oh... Ryan! Hi! Um... is Jon there please?" Alex asked.
"No," I said again.
"Well... did he get there alright?" Alex asked. I hated how concerned he
sounded. He sounded just like I would if I were in his situation -
wondering if Jon had arrived somewhere safely.
"Yes," I said.
"Oh Good!" he said, sounding relieved. Then he hesitated and added,
"Um... he never called me back... did you give him my message? Is
everything alright?"
I didn't know what to say.
Finally, I decided he might as well know what was going on. I was sure
he'd find out soon enough anyway. So I said, "I gave him your message.
You may as well know though that he's told me about what happened between
the two of you and your boyfriend on Friday."
I heard Alex's breath catch in a nearly silent gasp, which was followed
by dead silence.
After a moment, I heard him let out his breath and he said very softly,
in a guilty tone, "Oh!"
Neither of us spoke then.
After a moment, Alex must've gathered his thoughts, because he started
talking.
"I'm sorry Ryan!" he said. "You need to listen to me. I don't want to
hurt you more than I already have, but you need to know that what
happened wasn't Jon's fault! Everything was MY fault! He didn't want to
do anything ... um... I kinda made it impossible for him not to - so
please - don't blame him! He loves you SO much! He's been in terrible
shape ever since it happened! Um... that's kinda why I'm calling - to
see if everything's OK!"
I was surprised he said all that, and had no idea how to respond to it,
so I just said nothing.
Finally, as I was about to tell him it was very noble of him to say all
that, he spoke again.
"Fuck!" he cried, just like Jon does at times. "Ryan please! Don't
blame Jon for anything! And don't break up with him! He really loves
you! And he needs you! I promise I'll never do anything like that
again! And even if I tried to, Jon's been clear, he won't let anything
happen!"
I was surprised by the boy's attitude, and was surprised to hear that Jon
supposedly had said anything like that. Maybe he was really upset about
it afterall. I had a thought then...
"Do you love Jon yet?" I asked.
"Of course I do!" Alex answered instantly, and with conviction. Quickly
he added though, "But we talked about it, and I understand now that it's
not boyfriend love - I just love him like we're brothers! I still want
me and him to be that way, but I promise, I'm not trying to take him away
from you Ryan! I want you two to be together! He loves you so much!
Here - talk to Vincent, he'll tell you I mean it!"
"Uh... What're ya doin' Alex? I don't even know him!" I heard another
boy saying in the background.
"I don't know him either, but Jon's in love with him and you heard my
half the conversation! Talk to him! He probably won't believe me cause
I caused all this mess, but you only went along for the ride, so maybe
he'll believe you!" Alex said, in a muffled tone, as if he was trying,
unsuccessfully, to cover the phone's mouthpiece.
I found their exchange mildly interesting.
"Umm... Ryan?" the other boy, apparently Vincent, asked, as he came on
the phone.
"Yes?" I said.
"It's Vincent, Alex's boyfriend... um... look, I heard about you finding
out about what we did when Jon was here. Uh... listen, I'm sorry man! I
really am! We had no right to do what we did, I mean Alex was so horned
up wanting us to all be together, he nearly raped the poor guy to
convince him to join us! He really didn't want to do it, but... well...
we made it so he didn't have a choice, and I'm really sorry!" Vincent
said.
"I see," I said, wondering if I dared believe what they were saying was
true, and... if it was... would it make a difference.
"Listen," Vincent said. "You don't know me at all, but I'm in love with
Alex. And when I heard about Jon and his relationship, I felt hurt and
nervous about it. I gotta tell you though, your man loves you! I know
he loves Alex, but seriously, it's not the same way I love Alex, or how
he loves you! I could see that he really only thinks of Alex as if
they're brothers. Jon's a great guy - in fact, because Alex and I are
together, he even started to treat me like I was his kid brother too.
It's the way he wants it, and honestly, I believe that now that Alex gets
it, it's what Alex wants too - so... I got over the jealousy I was
feeling, and it's turned out OK! Really! And, Ryan, I mean this! I
KNOW that Jon's head over heels for you! And not just in a brotherly
way. You should've seen how he moped around all weekend, dying to get
back to you, and at the same time, terrified about telling you about us.
He really loves you man! You can't give up on him!"
"He was going to tell me about what happened?" I asked, surprised to hear
this.
"Yeah, he said even though you guys had only been together a few weeks,
and hadn't ever said anything about being exclusive with one another,
it's what he wanted, and that he didn't want there to be any secrets
between you and him, otherwise what kind of relationship would it be. He
just was afraid you wouldn't believe he wasn't gonna ever do anything
with Alex and me again. He swore you were the only guy he'd ever love or
ever want to be with! So he was gonna tell you all this when he got back
and beg for your forgiveness, and ask you to be monogamous with him,"
Vincent said.
"Really?" I said, genuinely surprised, and feeling a spark of hope
suddenly.
"Really!" Vincent said. "I know I have no right to talk this way to you,
but I'm going to anyway - if you turn away from him Ryan - you're a real
fool! The man is hopelessly devoted to you, and regardless of what it
would do to you if you dumped him, it would destroy him! So, PLEASE -
don't let what happened in just a few minutes on Friday, when he wasn't
allowed to think straight, ruin the great thing you two are building with
each other!"
I was truly surprised by the boy's speech. I'd been wondering if mayber
Jon had called them and asked them to call me and try to fix things.
Regardless of if he had or not, I could tell by the passionate way
Vincent spoke about it, that he wasn't lying to me about his view of
things. I suddenly felt quite a bit better than I had before - although
- not entirely.
"Thanks for telling me all this Vincent," I said, allowing myself to
smile just a little finally.
"You're welcome. But Ryan - please - don't trash a great thing you've
got with him! From what I can see - he's worth hanging onto! And, I
promise, me and Alex'll be hand's off from now on!" Vincent said.
"Thanks Vincent. I better go now," I said.
"OK, but... you're gonna be OK with Jon right?" Vincent asked.
"We have a lot of talking to do right now," I said, non-committally.
"OK, Just remember he really loves you!... And, please ask him to call us
later, OK?" he asked, hopefully.
"I'll give him the message," I said. "G'bye."
"Bye," Vincent said.
I hung up the phone then, and sat replaying everything Alex and Vincent
had said. I realized there was a good possibility that Jon had called
them and asked them to call me and say all that, but... Alex had sounded
too concerned about Jon's safety at first. I didn't think he would be
that good an actor to sound so concerned about Jon arriving at the school
OK, if he knew he had. So... I began to feel that the call was genuine.
Also, regardless of whether it was or not, there were two points I
thought of as I considered it all. First, both boys seemed sincere that
they wanted Jon and me to be together. Clearly they both cared about him
- probably loved him - at least I'm sure Alex did. But... if either of
them wanted Jon for themselves, I realized they wouldn't have sounded so
convincing about Jon's feelings for me, and the fact that they wanted us
to be together. If Alex, or even both of them wanted him for themselves,
they'd never even say any of that! My heart began to feel even lighter
suddenly. Then, there was the fact that even in Jon did ask the boys to
call me - it would mean that he did truly care and want to be with me -
or he wouldn't be trying to fix things!
One last thought I had was about something Vincent said. He mentioned
that Jon and I had been together only a few weeks, and that we hadn't
ever talked about being exclusively just with each other. I realized
that until we did speak about that with each other, I really had no
complete claim on him, and he was free to be with whoever he wanted to be
with really! This was a little unsettling when I first thought about it
and realized it, but then, Vincent had said that Jon had planned to tell
me everything on his own, apologize and beg me to forgive him and give us
the chance to be together yet. And... Jon was going to commit to me! He
wanted us to be monogamous with one another!
Suddenly, I realized that although Jon had slipped and been intimate with
Alex and Vincent, I had no right to ask him not to be. And in addition
to that, he had figured out on his own that he didn't want to be - that
he only wanted to be with me! In reality - although his actions
initially nearly destroyed me, when I looked at it differently, I
suddenly saw that it was actually a good thing, because Jon had realized
he wanted ONLY me! I knew then that he did truly love me, and only me in
a romantic way! And I knew I wanted him the same way!
"Fuck!" I cried, my eyes opening wide. "Oh!!! Where is heeee??? We SO
need to talk some more!!!"
I looked around the room a moment. What for, I wasn't sure. Suddenly I
spied Jon's jacket on the floor.
"Maybe he's still in the building!" I thought, smiling. "I bet he's with
Steve and 'Bigot Boy'! Of course... he was upset and just ran off..."
I hoped he wasn't wandering around in the cold without a coat!
Quickly I got up and grabbed Jon's jacket. I grabbed my own off my bed.
As I did, my eyes passed over the dark Christmas tree. I paused when I
saw it. Then, smiling, I leaned over and turned its lights back on.
"Maybe it'll be a good Christmas afterall," I thought, smiling hopefully.
I spun around then and headed out the door.
* * *
Quickly I checked the lounge at the end of the hall where we often sat
with some of the other students when we weren't holed up in our room
having our own fun. He wasn't there, so I set off down to Steve and
Jared's room.
When I knocked on the door of Steve and Jared's room, Jared hollered, "if
that's you again, get lost!"
"Oh shut up!" I heard Steve say, then he cried loudly, "C'mon in."
I opened the door and stepped in. Steve was sitting on his bed watching
TV. Jared was just coming out of the bathroom, holding a can of beer
against his jaw. I could see it looked swollen and discolored.
"What happened to you?" I asked, surprised.
Jared dropped the can of beer and I saw that it looked worse than I'd
thought it would.
"Your faggot boyfriend did this to me, because I called you a fruitcake
you little fairy!" he sneered
I was so emotionally drained by what Jon and I'd been going through that
I really didn't need his shit! Furious, I stared at the asshole for a
minute, then as if it was possessed by a demon all its own, my hand
suddenly flew up and I slapped him hard across the face, right in the
same spot Jon had apparently hit him.
He screamed in pain and reeled back against the bathroom door jamb. Out
of the corner of my eye I saw, Steve's mouth drop open and his eyes widen
in utter shock.
"So Jon was here?" I asked him.
He shook his head, and said, "He only stayed a few minutes, then left."
"Any idea where he was going?" I asked.
Steve shook his head no.
Jared suddenly lunged at me, but I saw him coming, and shocked myself by
dropping our jackets and forming two fists and glaring at him.
Seeing me preparing to defend myself stopped him in his tracks!
"COME ON THEN YOU BASTARD!" I bellowed.
Jared stared at me shocked, and looking a little scared as well.
"Might've known you didn't have it in you!" I said.
I picked up our jackets, spun around around and left.
* * *
Jon wasn't in the main lobby of our dorm building either. I realized he
must've left the building if he wasn't in any of the spots I looked, so I
set off for the Student Union, hoping he'd gotten hungry and gone there.
He wasn't there either.
Beginning to get worried, I headed to the last spot I could think of -
the library. Jon liked to hide out in the cubicles in back when he
needed to do heavy research in the stacks. I prayed he was there!
When I reached the back of the mainfloor I squatted down and looked at
the feet resting on the floor beneath the cubicles, and heaved a sigh of
relief when I saw Jon's sneakers beneath the far corner cubicle.
Jon looked shocked when he looked up and saw me suddenly standing over
him, holding his jacket in my hand.
"You forgot this," I said. "Don't you know you're not supposed to go out
in the snow without your jacket?"
I smiled nervously at him, which caused him to look confused. I could
see he had been crying.
"C'mon," I said, holding his jacket out to him. "We need to go talk."
Jon just stared at me, still surprised, and uncertain. Slowly he got up
though and followed me silently out of the library. Silently, we walked
next to each other, toward our dorm. Suddenly, as I saw the Student
Union, I felt my stomach grumble and realized I hadn't eaten.
"C'mon, we just have enough time to grab some food before they close!" I
said, and turned toward the Student Union.
Jon followed me, glancing frequently at me.
"Not much left fellas," the cafeteria lady said.
"What can we still get?" I asked.
"Pizza's all gone, too late to grill. The fryer's going yet though," she
said.
"Can we get four dozen wings, and two double orders of fries?" I asked,
hopefully.
"Sure Sweetheart, we can do that!" she said, and she went to cook the
order.
Jon just stared at me wonderingly as I walked to the cooler and pulled
out a two liter of Fanta.
"What's going on?" he asked, finally, as I joined him.
"Let's wait till we're back to our room!" I said.
"I-it's still 'our room' then?" he asked, looking both surprised and
scared.
"Yeah, it's still 'our room'," I said. "Just... let's not talk til we
get there, OK?"
"OK," he said. He kept on looking nervously at me though, obviously
confused.
A couple minutes later, our order was ready. As I paid for it, Jon
pulled out his wallet to give me some money too.
"I got it!" I said, and I quickly handed the lady some money.
"What's the breakfast special tomorrow?" I asked her as she gave me
change.
"Pancakes," she said, smiling.
"Cool!" I said, smiling.
I turned and handed Jon the soda then. Silently, he took it. I picked
up the food, and headed for the door with Jon following me.
* * *
When we got back to our room, Jon looked submissively at me, as if asking
my permission to take off his jacket.
"You'll catch a cold if you leave that on inside," I said, after a
minute. "It's warm enough in here!"
As he took his jacket off, he said, "You turned the tree back on."
I looked at him, and said, "You knew it had been off?"
He nodded. I wondered where he'd been when he saw that. Maybe he'd
driven off campus for a while, and noticed from the parking lot. We both
looked at each other for a moment. I could see how uncertain he looked.
"So..." he started to say.
"Listen," I interrupted. "I need to say something."
Jon looked at me and nodded.
"Um... let's sit down," I said.
Tentatively he sat down on the edge of his bed. I sat down on mine
facing him. He looked at me, but couldn't maintain his focus on my eyes,
and had a guilty look on his face.
"Obviously, I've had some time to think about things," I said. "With a
little help from a couple people I spoke with, I've come to certain
conclusions that actually surprised me once I thought about them."
Jon looked up at my eyes when I mentioned having talked to 'a couple
people'. I expect he wondered WHO it was I'd talked with.
"I don't want to dwell on this, but, you need to know that initially, I
was really hurt that you'd had sex with Alex and Vincent," I said.
Jon suddenly looked distressed, and tears welled in his eyes again. This
confirmed again that he did really care, and understood.
"Wait!" I said, reaching over and touching his knee, as he looked down.
"Don't get upset. Hear me out completely!"
He looked back up at me. He looked upset yet, but also confused.
"Like I said, I thought a lot, and well, you'll find out eventually...
Alex and Vincent called looking for you, and we had a talk," I said.
Jon's eyes turned to saucers when I mentioned the boys' call.
"The long and the short of it is, I see things differently than I did
when I first found out what happened," I said. "First of all, I realize
now that I really shouldn't have expected you to only be with me, since
really we'd only been together for a few weeks, and also - we never made
any pledge of absolute fidelity to each other. So I really had no right
to ask or expect you to be celibate unless you were with me!"
Jon was staring incredulously at me. As I paused a moment, he started to
open his mouth to say something, but I said, "No! Please let me finish
before you speak!"
Jon looked ready to burst, as if he had something important to say, but,
I continued.
"The other thing that convinced me that I was making more of this than I
should've was when the boys spoke with me," I said. "Both of them fell
all over themselves trying to apologize for 'nearly raping' you. They
made me understand in no uncertain terms that basically they didn't give
you any choice. Moreover, they told me how upset you were afterward, and
of your conversations with them about your relationship with them, vs.
with me. After hearing all that, I realized that while you do still love
Alex, and even maybe Vincent now too, that it truly is only as brothers.
And they were adament that that is the only love they feel for you! They
also told me how upset you were about what happened, because you hadn't
been faithful to me, and that you intended to tell me all about it, and
ask for my forgiveness. Well, after considering everything, I realized
that I was in fact making much more of what happened than I should have,
and I realized I do believe what you, and the boys, say about how much
you do love me. So... after thinking it all through, I've decided that
there isn't anything to forgive, and I want to apologize for making you
feel like there was. I also want you to know that I do still love you -
with all my heart! And I hope and pray that after all this you still
feel the same about me, and still want to be with me!"
As I looked at Jon, he stared at me with and incredulous look on his
face, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. At the same time,
his lips began to tremble, and his eyes flooded with tears.
"I - " he started to say, but suddenly stopped, as a couple tears broke
from his eyes and ran down his face.
"I don't deserve to have you anymore!" he said, frantically wiping his
tears away. "I do love you though - more than anyone in the world Ryan -
and if you're willing to forgive me - and really still want to be with
me, that's all I can ask for!"
I felt my own eyes smarting, and smiled as he snuffled and wiped his
face, still looking incredulously at me.
"Like I said," I said, smiling. "There's nothing to forgive, and yes, I
still want to be with you."
Half crying, half smiling, Jon fell on his knees, between my feet and
threw his arms around me. He squeezed me tightly then, and said "I love
you so much Ryan, and I'm so sorry for hurting you in any way. I promise
I'll never do anything to hurt you ever again!"
He buried his face against my belly then, and squeezed me. I could feel
his body trembling, and knew he was weeping. I only hoped it was tears
of relief and happiness.
I wrapped my arms around Jon's shoulders and hugged him as he wept for a
couple minutes. When he finally stopped shaking, he didn't let go, but
continued holding me.
"It's alright," I said, rubbing his back. "I understand now."
Jon just squeezed me tighter...
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Jon's Story continues...
I couldn't believe it when I looked up and saw Ryan standing next to me
holding my jacket! I don't know how long I'd been in the library by
then, and I had no idea was I was going to do, but I never expected him
to com looking for me!
"You forgot this," he said. "Don't you know you're not supposed to go
out in the snow without your jacket?"
I felt unnerved, because he seemed to have reverted back to normal - to
the way we were before vacation, as if nothing had happened. Had I
fallen asleep studying? Had it all been a bad dream - no - a nightmare?
I looked around me confused and saw that I hadn't been studying anything
- I had no books or papers. I looked back up at Ryan and he was smiling
at me, although he looked a little nervous.
"C'mon," he said, holding my jacket out. "We need to go talk."
I stared at him, surprised, and confused. I didn't know what else to do,
so I finally got up, took my jacket from him, and followed him out of the
library.
Neither of us spoke as we walked through the snow toward our dorm. There
had to be at least 8" of it on the ground already, and it was still
coming down hard. I looked at my watch and saw that it was quarter of
nine already.
"C'mon, we just have enough time to grab some food before they close!"
Ryan said, and turned toward the Student Union.
I followed him, glancing at him, wondering why he had changed - why he
seemed so relaxed and confident, when only a couple hours ago, he'd been
sobbing uncontrollably because of what I'd done.
"Not much left fellas," the lady behind the counter said, when we walked
into the cafeteria.
"What can we still get?" Ryan asked.
I wondered how he could feel hungry at all. My stomach was still in
knots.
"Pizza's all gone, too late to grill. The fryer's going yet though," she
said.
"Can we get four dozen wings, and two double orders of fries?" Ryan
asked, hopefully.
"Sure Sweetheart, we can do that!" the lady said. She stepped away then
to cook the food.
I watched as Ryan went over and pulled a two liter of orange soda from
the cooler.
Completely floored by this turn of events, I looked at Ryan when he
walked back over to me and said, "What's going on?"
"Let's wait till we're back to our room!" he said.
"I-it's still 'our room' then?" I asked, not daring to hope he really
meant it.
"Yeah, it's still 'our room'," he said. "Just... let's not talk til we
get there, OK?"
"OK," I said. Maybe he only meant that it was still 'our room' for the
moment, and he'd decided to be civil during our split. Or... could he
really mean he still wanted me to live with him? I was completely
confused at this point.
A couple minutes later, our order was ready. I reached for my wallet to
pay for it, but Ryan wouldn't let me.
"I got it!" he said, and handed the lady some money.
"What's the breakfast special tomorrow?" he asked her as she gave him his
change.
"Pancakes," she said, smiling.
"Cool!" he said, smiling.
He was acting as if nothing had happened. I just didn't get it. He
turned then, and handed me the soda, picked up the food, and headed for
the door. I stared after him a moment wondering what had come over him.
As he reached the door though, I hurried to catch up with him.
* * *
When we got back to our room, I didn't know whether he really wanted me
there or not. I didn't know if I should take off my jacket or leave it
on, in case I decided to leave again.
"You'll catch a cold if you leave that on inside," he said, looking at
me. "It's warm enough in here to take it off!"
Uncertainly, I took my jacket off and tossed it down on my things, which
were still on the floor by my bed. I realized then, that Ryan's little
Christmas tree was lit again.
"You turned the tree back on," I said, surprised.
"You knew it had been off?" he asked looking strangely at me.
I nodded, but didn't explain about seeing it go out as I sat in my car
earlier.
We both looked at each other a little uncertainly then for a minute.
Finally, I just had to know what was going on.
"So - " I began.
"Listen," Ryan interrupted. "I need to say something."
I looked at him with my mouth still open a second, then I closed my mouth
and nodded.
"Let's sit down," he said.
Feeling nervous about what he was going to tell me, I sat down on my
bed. He sat down on the edge of his, facing me. We looked at me each
other, but after a minute, I felt guilty, and couldn't look at him any
longer, and looked away.
"Obviously, I've had some time to think about things," he began. "With a
little help from a couple people I spoke with, I've come to certain
conclusions that actually surprised me once I thought about them."
He'd talked to someone about it? Who? I wondered. Surprised, and
wishing he hadn't told anyone, but knowing I had no right to think
anything he did after the fact was bad, I looked up at him.
"I don't want to dwell on this," he said. "But, you need to know that
initially, I was really hurt that you'd had sex with Alex and Vincent!"
"No kidding! I thought, as I felt tears smarting in my eyes suddenly.
"Wait!" he said, as if to keep me from saying something. I was surprised
when he reached over and touched my knee.
When I looked up, he said, "Don't get upset. Hear me out completely!"
I looked back at him completely confused. How was I supposed to feel?
"Like I said, I thought a lot, and well, you'll find out eventually...
Alex and Vincent called looking for you, and we had a talk," I said.
So it was the boys he'd talked with, I said, at first feeling relieved
that he hadn't told someone else. Suddenly though I was very nervous
about what they may have said to him. I stared at him, searching his
face to see if I could tell where he was going with this.
"The long and the short of it is, I see things differently than I did
when I first found out what happened," he said. "First of all, I realize
now that I really shouldn't have expected you to only be with me, since
really we'd only been together for a few weeks, and also - we never made
any pledge of absolute fidelity to each other. So I really had no right
to ask or expect you to be celibate unless you were with me!"
I was completely stunned. This wasn't what I had been expecting him to
say.
As I opened my mouth to reply, Ryan said, "No! Please let me finish
before you speak!"
I so wanted to tell him he was wrong! But, since it was me who'd hurt
him so, I decided to honor his wishes and let him finish before I said
what I had to say.
"The other thing that convinced me that I was making more of this than I
should've was when the boys spoke with me," he said. "Both of them fell
all over themselves trying to apologize for 'nearly raping' you. They
made me understand in no uncertain terms that basically they didn't give
you any choice. Moreover, they told me how upset you were afterward, and
of your conversations with them about your relationship with them, vs.
with me. After hearing all that, I realized that while you do still love
Alex, and even maybe Vincent now too, that it truly is only as brothers.
And they were adament that that is the only love they feel for you! They
also told me how upset you were about what happened, because you hadn't
been faithful to me, and that you intended to tell me all about it, and
ask for my forgiveness. Well, after considering everything, I realized
that I was in fact making much more of what happened than I should have,
and I realized I do believe what you, and the boys, say about how much
you do love me. So... after thinking it all through, I've decided that
there isn't anything to forgive, and I want to apologize for making you
feel like there was. I also want you to know that I do still love you -
with all my heart! And I hope and pray that after all this you still
feel the same about me, and still want to be with me!"
All I could do was stare at Ryan. I was in complete shock. After all
that I'd done, he was choosing to ignore it all and still wanted me! I
was such a fucking loser! How could he feel that way? As I looked at
him in disbelief, I felt tears flooding my eyes, and my lower jaw began
to tremble.
"I - " I started to say, but had to stop when a couple tears suddenly
leaked from my eyes and ran down my cheeks.
"I don't deserve to have you anymore!" I said, finally, as I wiped my
tears away. "But - I do love you Ryan - more than anyone in the world -
and if you're willing to forgive me - and really still want to be with
me, that's all I can ask from you!"
As I struggled to keep from crying, I noticed tears appearing in Ryan's
eyes as well.
"Like I said," he said, smiling broadly at me. "There's nothing to
forgive, and yes, I still want to be with you."
When he said that I lost it and began sobbing. I don't know if it was
with relief, joy, or what. I couldn't speak though. All I knew was I
needed to hold Ryan. I dropped down on my knees and put my arms around
him, and hugged him tightly.
After a moment, I was able to speak again, and I said "I love you so much
Ryan, and I'm so sorry for hurting you in any way. I promise I'll never
do anything to hurt you ever again!"
I pressed my face up against his torso then and hugged him even tighter,
as my tears continued flowing.
I felt Ryan wrap his arms around me then too and he hugged me as well,
while I cried. When I finally got hold of myself, neither of us let go
of the other.
After a minute, rubbing my back lightly he said, "It's alright. I
understand now."
All I could do, as I wept anew was hug Ryan still tighter.
* * *
Finally, after a few minutes, I was able to let go of Ryan. He smiled
down at me and said, "I just want to forget about the last few hours and
start fresh, if that's OK with you!"
Smiling a little disbelievingly yet, I nodded, as I wiped my eyes.
"Good," he said softly, "then, now that everything's settled, how would
you like to say Hello the way I meant for us to say Hello?"
I could see the bulge in Ryan's crotch as he stood up. He stepped over
to the stereo and turned it on. Christmas music filled the room again.
Slowly and seductively, Ryan unbuttoned and slipped out of his shirt, as
I sat watching, smiling, still incredulous that my incredible boyfriend
was willing to forgive and forget and start over.
Quickly, I pulled my shirt and T-shirt off, as Ryan began unbuckling his
belt buckle. We both kicked our shoes off, and reached down and pulled
our socks off, then Ryan opened his jeans, as I quickly unbuckled my
belt. He waited until I caught up with him and then together we both
pulled our jeans and boxers down and pulled them off over our feet.
As we stood up, I stared incredulously at Ryan's dick. He'd tied a red
ribbon around the middle of his shaft, as if it was a present for me!
"I LOVE IT!" I cried, grinning and reaching for it.
"Uh, uh, uh, not quite..." He said.
I looked at him and he was grinning and holding his sprig of mistletoe
over his head.
Grinning, I stepped over to him and pulled him into my arms.
As I pulled him to me, our penises met and both pressed upward, as our
abdomens came together. The edges of the ribbon on Ryan's dick felt
jagged and rough against my skin. I didn't care. As I looked deep into
Ryan's eyes, I saw nothing but love emanating from them. Suddenly, I
felt a pang of guilt again, just as I was about to kiss him.
"Ryan," I said. "I just have to say once more... I love you, and only
you, with all my heart! And I promise you I always will love you, and
only you, and that I'll never let anyone come between us, in anyway, ever
again!"
Ryan smiled happily, and said, "I believe you Jon, and I trust you. And
I feel the same way about you! Now please, let's drop it, and not let it
take up any more of our time!"
He leaned toward me and our lips came together. This time, we shared the
most gentle, sensual, and longest kiss I ever remembered us having. By
the time we parted, we were both breathing heavily, and both our dicks
were leaking pre-cum.
"Let me have that mistletoe," I said, grinning at Ryan.
Looking at me questioningly, he handed it to me. Quickly I dropped to my
knees in front of him, and held it over his rigid penis. He grinned down
at me, as I untied the bow on the ribbon and tossed it aside. Then, I
tossed the mistletoe aside too and engulfed as much of his cock with my
mouth as I could. As my tongue slid past the moist tip of his dick, and
down the length of it, I tasted the salty tanginess of his juice.
Instantly my own cock throbbed and leaked more pre-cum as well.
"Mmmmmm...." Ryan moaned happily as I began sliding my mouth up and down
his stiff member.
He spread his legs apart slightly, as my hand explored his testicles, and
then began tracing the crease between his ass cheeks. Smiling, I let the
middle finger of my right hand slide gently between his buttocks, until
the tip of it poked at his anus, which I began gently massaging, which
ellicited still more moans of pleasure!
I stopped just long enough to say, "Why don't you lie down and get
comfortable.
Grinning, he spun around and ripped his comforter, blankets and top sheet
down to the foot of his bed. As he did, he necessarily had to bend
forward. When he did, I dove for him and jammed my face between his ass
cheeks, and began deftly licking his anus, causing a groan of joy from
deep in his throat.
Although Ryan's ass tasted and smelled clean, and I would've liked to
continue eating him out, I wanted him to lie down so he was comfortable,
and I could take my time and give him the best oral sex and rim job he'd
ever had.
"Turn around and lie down already!" I said, as he looked back at me when
I stopped.
Grinning he spun around again and laid down, with his head on the pillow,
and his legs spread apart.
I got on the bed between his knees and leaned over and took his penis in
my mouth again, and slid my middle finger up to his rosebud and began
massaging it again.
Ryan closed his eyes then and laid back and let me go to work on him!
Then, for a while, while "Silent Night" played on the stereo, I sucked up
and down Ryan's cock and fondled his balls with my left hand, as my
middle finger of my right hand tickled his tight pucker. I had to
chuckle though when I thought about it - it really wasn't such a "silent"
night in our room with all the moaning Ryan was doing!
When the song ended, and "Hark the Herald Angels Sing" came on, I spit
out Ryan's dick, and hoisted his knees up to his chest and pushed them
apart, fully exposing Ryan's tight little hole, which I again dove on.
"OOHhhhhhh!!!" Ryan cried out, as I began gently tongue fucking him. At
the same time, I reached up and began masturbating him as well.
Within several seconds, Ryan was groaning and flopping around
ecstatically under me.
When the song changed again, I abandoned Ryan's ass, and pulled his legs
back down, then dove back onto his cock. At the same time, I slid my
finger between his cheeks again, only this time I didn't stop to just
massage his hole, this time I let my finger slide up inside him. He
moaned joyously a moment later when I encountered his prostate gland and
began rubbing it as I pistoned my mouth up and down his organ.
Within seconds, Ryan was groaning and thrashing about uncontrollably, as
I sucked him off and finger-fucked him.
Suddenly, he gasped and groaned, and I felt his anus contracting around
my finger, as my mouth began flooding with his goodness.
Quickly I swallowed, and continued working on him.
"Uohmmm...." he groaned a second later, as again he clamped my finger and
saltiness flowed from his dick.
As I kept on sucking on him, and finger fucking him, Ryan squirmed and
moaned, and spasmed periodically with joy.
Eventually though, after about 5 or 6 ejaculations, Ryan's orgasm ended.
Slowly, I pulled my finger from inside him, and slid my mouth off him,
making sure to suck his cock clean and dry.
"God Damn!" he gasped, panting for breath as I sat looking down at him.
I chuckled then as I realized the song that had been playing was "O Come
All Ye Faithful"!
"What's so funny?" he asked.
He roared when I told him.
As he finished laughing, he reached over and pulled me down next to him.
"Give me a minute to catch my breath, and I'll do you!" he said.
"You don't have to," I said, feeling a little guilty yet.
Ryan looked at me and said, "It's over! And you're just as important as
I am! So stop your shit!"
I smiled slightly at him.
"Besides, I want you to fuck me instead!" he said, grinning.
I grinned in return and said, "I guess we can do that!"
"Good!" he said, snuggling up to me.
I wrapped my arm around him and hugged him to me.
A few minutes later, Ryan smiled and said, "OK, grease up!"
Grinning, I rolled over and reached in the drawer for a tube of KY. As I
did, Ryan rolled onto his belly and pulled his pillow under his pelvis.
"No!" I said, touching his shoulder.
He looked at me confused.
"Lay on your back this time!" I said.
Ryan looked curiously at me, but laid back down on his back and watched
as I greased my dick up.
Within seconds, I was in position between his legs, which he'd pulled up
and spread apart. I aimed my penis at his hole, and slowly began
pressing forward.
"Awwwww...." Ryan moaned happily, as the head of my dick forced his anus
open wide and began to enter him.
"Mmmmm...." I groaned, as I felt my shaft sliding though Ryan's circular
muscle, and into his warm, snug, love tunnel.
He smiled up at me, and breathed out forcefully through his nose as I
pressed myself deeper into him.
"Mmmmm..." he moaned, closing his eyes and smiling, as my penis became
fully embedded in his rectum, and my body pressed up against his ass.
Carefully I repositioned myself then, so that my arms were hugging Ryan's
sides, and I was leaning over him, so our faces were only inches apart,
and my manhood was stuffed completely inside him.
Ryan opened his eyes then and looked up at me and smiled. I smiled in
return, then leaned in and gently kissed him on the lips. He opened his
and my tongue snaked inbetween his teeth and began twirling around his,
which he extended toward my mouth. At the same time, I began slowly
pulling my hips upward, sliding back out of him.
A moment later, I felt the vibration through my teeth and jawbone as Ryan
moaned passionately, as I pushed my cock slowly back up into his bowels.
We continued kissing, both breathing heavily through our noses, as slowly
I long-dicked Ryan, and he moaned with pleasure at each of my inward
strokes, when the head of my cock rubbed past his prostate.
Ryan and I had never kissed throughout our love making before, and almost
always, he was on his stomach, and I was fucking him from behind. I
found this "new" missionary position which allowed us to love each
other's mouths at the same time I made love to Ryan's asshole extremely
provocative and arousing. I thought Ryan seemed equally as worked up
about it as I did as well.
We continued kissing, making love to each other's tongues the entire time
I fucked Ryan. Even as I sped up a little eventually, because my orgasm
was building, and my body would no longer let me hold back!
As I held Ryan in my arms and we deep throated each other, I began
thrusting in and out of him more firmly, and quickly. We both began
breathing even more rapidly and strongly through our noses, and I felt
him tighten his grip around me. I also became aware that each time my
pelvis smacked into his ass, that his dick, which was hard as rock rubbed
against my lower abdomen, which I assumed was causing him great pleasure,
as every so often, I felt his sphincter grip my penis, then release it,
as his muscles contracted and relaxed. Obviously his orgasm was building
too - just as mine was.
After a while, I felt Ryan's ass begin to move about a little under me.
He appeared to be trying to hump against me. His arms tightened around
me, and his kissing became more frantic. I also felt his asshole
clamping my dick more often. I began slamming my cock in and out of his
hole then, roughly raking the head of it over and over his prostate.
As I felt my orgasm swiftly approaching, Ryan began whimpering in a
frantic way, and his hips began rocking faster. I knew he was about to
cum!
I almost laughed when I heard the "Hallelujah Chorus" begin playing in
the background! How fucking appropriate was that?
Suddenly, Ryan groaned loudly, and squeezed me tightly with his arms.
His asshole clamped my cock tightly, as he froze for a split second.
Then I felt warm stickiness all over my belly. Ryan had ejaculated a
huge load of semen between our bodies! Realizing his orgasm had begun,
caused my own to start as well.
With a groan, I suddenly shoved my self deep inside Ryan, and stopped for
a split second, while I too ejaculated deep inside him.
"Mmmmmmmm...." I felt the vibration of Ryan's pleasureful moan, as again
he shot a load of cum at my stomach, clamping my cock at the same time.
"unnnnnnnnhhh..." I groaned, blowing more of my own spunk into his
rectum.
Right through our orgasm, we both clutched frantically at each other, and
continued giving each other tonsilectomies, as I fucked swiftly in and
out of his love tunnel, and we each spasmed repeatedly with joy.
By the time our orgasms ended, my cock was sloshing in and out of Ryan's
wet, stretched out hole, and both our stomachs were streaked and
splattered with smears of his jism. We were both breathing furiously
through our noses, trying to catch our breath. As my spasms ended, I
finally pulled my mouth away from Ryan's and the two of us gasped for
air, and panted through our open mouths, which formed into smiles as we
looked into each other's eyes, both incredulous over how awesome an
experience we'd just shared.
I'd never in my life experienced such a deep connection with another
human being. What we had just shared was so raw, base, and full of
unbridled passion, that I was in awe of it. From the look in Ryan's
eyes, I could see he felt the same way.
As we lay in each other's arms, with my dick buried deep inside Ryan, and
my stomach sliding around on his, because of all his semen that was
smeared between us, we looked into each other's eyes, and I could seee
the love he felt for me. Tears welled in my eyes as I smiled down at
him, and saw that he too looked ready to cry.
"I've never felt so much love for anyone, as I do at this very moment," I
said softly, as "It Came Upon A Midnight Clear" began playing in the
background.
Ryan smiled more broadly and began blinking back his tears then, as I
felt my own eyes smarting and I grinned back at him.
"I love you so much Jon!" he said, swallowing and sniffing.
"I love you just as much too Ry!" I said, still grinning, and sniffing a
little myself.
I leaned in then and kissed Ryan again, more tenderly this time.
As the song ended, I heard Ryan's stomach growl with hunger. I pulled
away and chuckled. I realized I was hungry too then. My dick was soft
by then too.
"I suppose we should get cleaned up, then dig into those wings!" I said,
smiling.
"Yeah!" Ryan said, grinning. "I'm starving!"
"Glad you thought to stop and get them!" I said, as I gently pulled my
dick out of his ass, and crawled off him.
"Yup! How 'bout we shower first though?" he said, surveying our torsos
that were both smeared with his sperm.
"Excellent plan!" I said.
Together, we headed for the bathroom then. We were both so happy, and so
satisfied with our encounter, that while we lovingly washed each other,
neither of us intentionally tried to arouse the other, and neither of us
got more than a semi-hardon going as a result.
"c'mon, let's eat!" Ryan said, wrapping a towel around him, and heading
back into our room.
I wrapped a towel around myself and followed him.
* * *
Ryan giggled and said, "We took so long it's all ice cold! Thank God we
got that toaster oven for times like this!"
He began stuffing the toaster oven full of wings and fries, as I got the
bleu cheese dressing, ketchup and jug of orange soda out of the
refrigerator.
"Too bad we don't have any beer to go with this instead," I said. "Um...
Don't suppose you'd care to get dressed and run down to Steve and Jared's
room and buy a couple cans from them? I-I'd offer to go, but, I kinda
had a run-in with Jared, and I'm probably persona non-gratta down there
at the moment!"
"So I saw!" Ryan said, laughing.
"You went down there after I was there?" I said, feeling a twinge of
guilt.
"Yeah... but... uh, I'm kinda persona non-gratta there myself now," he
said lauging.
He told me then how he'd slapped Jared.
"YOU WHAT?" I asked, grinning incredulously.
Ryan just laughed and said, "I'm sick of that asshole talking like that
about us, so I'm not gonna let him anymore!"
"OH MY GOD!" I cried, grinning hugely. "I love it! You go guy!"
"Yeah," he snorted, smiling. "One problem - our beer supply is dried up
now because of it!"
I chuckled and said, "Don't worry about it. Steve'll still be OK with
me, so we'll be able to get some from him. But... for tonight, I think
we should stick with your orange soda!"
"We don't have to get dressed to go get it at least!" he said, and he
wiggled his eyebrows up and down and grinned at me and added, "So we'll
be all set for more fun right away afterward!"
"Good point old Chap!" I said, grinning.
* * *
While we were munching on our wings and fries the phone rang.
"Oops!" Ryan said. "Bet it's Alex and you never called him back!"
"Bet you're right!" I said.
I picked up the phone and said "Hello?"
Sure enough, it was Alex.
"Are you OK?" he cried.
Chuckling, I said, "Couldn't be better!"
"Really?" he asked, sounding confused.
"Yeah!" I said. "I'm not gonna give you a blow-by-blow, but basically
Ryan thought a while and came and found me. We're here together in our
room now. We've talked - a lot... and actually, I guess I should thank
you and Vincent for whatever you said to him. I really don't want to go
back over it all - suffice to say that we're both OK now - actually -
better than we were before as far as I'm concerned! And, we're both
committed to each other and to making it work!"
"YES!" Alex cried jubilantly into the phone, nearly blasting my ear drum
out.
"They're back together!" he cried excitedly to someone then.
I wondered who he was talking to - nobody else knew about Ryan and I
being a couple, except Vincent. Then I heard Vincent's voice saying
something back to him.
"Is Vincent there?" I asked.
"Yup," Alex said, happily. "There's so much snow, mom didn't want to
drive him home, and his mom didn't want to come get him, so he's staying
over. It's sure to be a snow day tomorrow! If it is, we're gonna build
a fort!"
"Cool!" I said. "Well, listen, you guys have a great time. I'm gonna
get back to celebrating with Ryan now."
I saw Ryan grinning and waving hello and mouthing the words "Thank you".
I quickly added, "By the way, he says hello and 'Thank you' for
everything!"
"Tell him 'you're welcome, and hello back!" Alex said. "And have fun! I
know we're gonna! We've already done it 7 times since supper!"
"Christ Alex!" I said. "You guys are gonna wear your dicks right off your
bodies!"
Alex giggled and said, "we can't help it! We're so horny!"
I laughed and said, "OK, go have some more fun - but jeeze make sure to
use plenty of lube!"
"We will!" he said, chuckling. "G'night! And tell Ryan G'night too!"
"I will. Thanks for calling, and take care!" I said.
I hung up the phone then and said, "Alex says 'Good Night'!"
Ryan smiled. Then he said, "What was all that about the lube?"
I laughed and said, "They've fucked 7 times already, and that's just
since supper tonight! They were at it before I left home this afternoon
already!"
"Shit!" Ryan said. Then he grinned and said, "We gotta lot of work to do
if we're gonna catch up to them!"
We both roared with laughter then.
"Seriously though," he said, when we'd stopped laughing. "I'm finished
eating, how about you?"
"I'm fine," I said.
"Well..." he said grinning and wiggling his eyebrows up and down. "How
about we pick up quick, then crawl back in bed and pick up where we left
off?"
"Excellent idea!" I said, grinning.
We quickly picked up, then pulled our towels off and dimmed the lights
other than the night light and Christmas tree, and crawled back into
Ryan's bed. Shortly, we were making love again...
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Ryan Comments...
Jon wanted me to tell my side of the story now, but... quite honestly, I
think he told it all pretty good - just like I would have. I think all
I'd like to add to what he said is that I think it's all worked out
great! I'm happier than I've ever been. And I truthfully trust Jon
completely to honor his pledge only ever be with me from now on! I know
he loves me, and I love him too with all my heart! And I'm really
looking forward to the next few weeks before Christmas. I'm sure going
ot miss him over the break though. We've talked though and I think we
might try to get together after the Christmas holiday at one or both of
our houses...
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Author's Interruption...
lol - OK - I know this is really weird, but I just have to interrupt this
story to tell you this....
I work in a high rise, with all windows for outter walls. As I was
sitting here writing this chapter, the window washing apparatus just
lowered past my window and stopped right in front of me. There was a
window washer standing on it. He was absolutely gorgeous! Young, tan,
lean, tall, dark, and extremely handsome. His crotch was directly at my
eye level, and you should've seen it! The safety harnesses he was
wearing went through his crotch on each side of his package, and it was
bulging out like you would never believe! I mean I just gaped at it! Of
course, my own crotch is bulging now too as a result!
The best part though is ... we have mirrored windows, so they can't see
in. This guy couldn't see me and didn't know I was right in front of him
staring at him. All of a sudden he cupped himself and adjusted, pulling
everything a little right, then a little left. As he did he gently
squeezed himself, and pulled on it all a couple times. Yeah - I nearly
creamed my jeans! lol Oh man it was great!
Then again... maybe he did see me and was putting on a show for me????
Maybe I'd better run down to the street in a few minutes and see if he's
around down there, and how he reacts if he is! LOL
OK... back to the story now...
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Alex's Story...
Jon asked me to add to the story too, even though I really wasn't there
for any of what happened in this chapter. And you already heard about
our phone conversation with Ryan, so I won't add to that either. I guess
I can tell you about Vincent's and my feelings about what happened
though, and what we were up to.
After we - well - mostly me - had seduced Jon on Friday and had sex with
him, we were both surprised when he jumped up and took off. I really
didn't get why he didn't stay with us and why he didn't want to have more
sex.
When I said that to Vincent, he looked at me like I was stupid and said,
"Well, I get why he left."
"You do?" I said.
"Yeah, I do!" he said. "He realized he made a mistake by having sex with
us! He realized he's in love with Ryan, and that what he did was
cheating on Ryan, and he's scared that he's screwed things up for them!"
"But..." I began.
"And I think I know how Ryan'll feel," Vincent interrupted. "I wasn't so
happy with you and Jon getting together now that you and I are together
either!"
I stared at Vincent, surprised.
"It's OK," he said. "I'm over it. I realize after meeting Jon, and
actually, after seeing his reaction, that he's in love with Ryan, not
you. I don't mean that to hurt you Alex. I know he loves you, but he
doesn't feel like you're his boyfriend, like I do, so... I'm not jealous
anymore!"
Forgetting Jon for a moment, I was a little surprised at what Vincent
said. I hadn't realized I'd caused him to be jealous, or to worry about
us.
"I'm sorry if I made you upset," I said to him.
"It's OK," He said. "I know you never meant to. And I can see the type
of relationship you and Jon have now, so I'm OK - really!"
"I love you Vincent!" I said, smiling hopefully at him. "You know that
don't you?"
"Yeah," he said, smiling. "And I love you too!"
"Um.... if you'll let me, I'll show you how much I love you!" I said.
Vincent smiled and said, "As long as you go slow and gentle!"
I laughed and said, "Well, I was just thinking of using my mouth! I
wasn't sure you would want me to fuck you, but now that Jon's showed you
how to take it, if you want me to fuck you, I will!"
Smiling shyly, Vincent said, "I guess we should try, huh?"
"OK," I said, grinning.
I had Vincent lie down on the bed then, and I propped his butt up with
pillows underneath him. Then, I got the tube of lubricant and squirted a
glob into my hand. I scooped it up with my finger, and began working it
gently into Vincent's hole, causing him to moan happily from the pleasure
he was feeling.
After a minute, I pressed gently with a finger, and Vincent moaned, as
his muscle gave way and let my digit slide through it into him, and I
began finger-fucking him.
After a while, I gently pushed a second finger through Vincent's anus,
and fucked him with both fingers, as he moaned even more with pleasure.
"You can try your dick now," he said, smiling back at me.
I was glad he'd said that, because I was drooling pre-cum, just thinking
about how much I was dying to slide my cock into him.
Grinning, I greased my tool up and then got into position.
I was surprised at how easily I slid through Vincent's sphincter, and up
into his rectum.
"Fuuccckk!!!" he whispered, as I filled his void.
I waited for a minute for him to get used to me being there, then slowly
started to slide back out of him. Before I popped all the way out, I
started pushing again, and he groaned, as my cock filled him again.
Eventually, after I'd slowly slid in and out of Vincent for a while, he
said, "Go ahead, go faster!"
I began to speed up then a little, and soon, I was fucking in and out of
him at a relatively good pace, causing him to moan happily, almost
continually.
I felt his body beginning to tense up soon after that though, and
realized he was probably about ready to shoot! I could feel my own
orgasm forming as well. I sped up some more!
A few seconds later, I was ready to burst, when I suddenly felt Vincent's
anus squeeze my dick and he grunted, and buried his face against the
mattress, growling passionately. I knew the pillow under him must
contain a glob of his cum.
Excited still more by the onset of Vincent's orgasm, I felt my own spasm
about to hit.
Just as Vincent groaned and squeezed my penis again, I moaned and flooded
his insides with my cum as well.
"MMmmmmm...." he moaned again, as a moment later, I peaked and ejaculated
deep inside his body again.
We each spasmed a couple more times, before our orgasms ended, and I felt
Vincent relaxing under me, as I relaxed on top of him, hugging him and
letting my penis remain shoved deep inside his anal canal.
"Damn I can't believe how awesome getting fucked is!" he gasped, turning
his head and smiling at me.
"Told ya so!" I said, smiling.
As he smiled back at me I was hit by the spontaneous urge to kiss him.
I'd have preferred to kiss him on the lips, but it wouldn't have worked
from behind very well, so I just leaned over and bussed him on the cheek,
causing his smile to widen.
* * *
We made love several more times that night, taking turns 'bottoming', as
Jon called it, for each other, as the snow drifted down in huge chunks
out of the sky, coating the landscape with an ever-deepening layer of
white fluff.
By the time we'd eaten supper, there was so much snow on the ground that
Mom was afraid to drive in it to take Vincent home, and called his
parents. They agreed it was probably not good driving out, and that
since Vincent and I were almost the same size, and I was willing to share
my clothes with him, that he could spend the night and go to school with
me in the morning - provided we didn't have a snow day. Vincent and I
were elated to hear this, and looking out the window, both cheered and
danced around at the surety of the next day being a snow day!
A short while later, we returned to my room, where we spent the next
couple hours, having sex with each other several more times. Both of us
were actually beginning to feel like we didn't want to do it anymore when
we noticed it was after 10:00 already, and realized Jon hadn't called us
back yet.
I see from reading what Jon wrote up above that I don't need to tell you
about our conversation when we finally talked to him.
I was SO HAPPY that Ryan had listened to what Vincent and I told him! I
knew Jon loved him, and was heartbroken about possibly losing him! And,
although I did feel a twinge of jealousy (sorry guys, but I don't want to
lie about anything to anyone anymore - I did really feel a little
jealous), when I heard that Jon and Ryan were back together and all was
well with them, I was so happy for Jon, that it canceled out any selfish
feelings I had.
After we hung up with Jon, Vincent said to me, "I saw the look on your
face when Jon told you they were together and everything is OK with
them. You looked upset for a minute."
"I'm sorry Vincent!" I said. "I don't want to hurt you, but ... I think
I did feel a little jealous when he said that! I swear, it's not that I
don't love you! I do! With all my heart! It's just... well... I love
Jon too, and - well - I'm afraid that maybe he's not gonna be spending as
much time with us anymore!"
"You're not worried about him not loving you then?" he asked.
"No! I know he does," I said.
"Well... isn't that all that's important then? I mean - he loves you! I
know it, and you know it! And aren't you happy that he's happy with Ryan
again?" he asked.
"Yes," I admitted.
"Then, stop worrying. He loves you. He may not have as much time for
you anymore, now that he's away at school, and involved with Ryan, but...
that's good for him - he's happy, so you should be too!" Vincent said.
Then he added, "Besides you have me now!"
I looked at Vincent and saw that although he looked OK for the most part,
there was a little worried look in his eyes.
"Oh Vincent! I know I have you! And I truly do love you!" he said.
"It's just that I thought both of us enjoyed the time we spent with Jon!
And, I just hope that's not over now!"
Vincent smiled then and said, "Stop worrying - I know how much he loves
you too! He'll still spend time with you!"
"With us!" I corrected him.
Vincent smiled then. "Fine! With us!"
"Do you think he'll bring Ryan home with him at Christmas?" I asked.
Suddenly I felt my penis tingling again.
"Well..." Vincent said. "I expect Ryan has to go home for the holidays!"
"But... maybe he'll come visit after they're over!" I said.
"Maybe," Vincent said.
"Do you think we might be able to get BOTH of them to have sex with us?"
I asked, grinning, as I felt my dick beginning to swell.
"Jesus Christ Alex!" Vincent cried. "I thought you'd learned your lesson
by now!"
"NO!" I cried. "I mean BOTH of them! Not just Jon! Don't you see? If
ALL FOUR OF US are involved, nobody's being cheated on! It's the perfect
solution!"
Vincent looked at me a moment, but finally I saw a smile spreading on his
face. I also noticed his dick was starting to rise as well!
"I knew you'd see it my way!" I said, grinning lewdly.
Vincent's grin widened, and his dick started rising more rapidly then...
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(Note: Jon and Ryan didn't see Alex's story at the end of this chapter
before the holidays arrived, but, ~smiles coyly~ that's another story!)
The next chapter of this story will be published shortly...