Date: Tue, 28 Nov 2006 20:39:26 -0800 (PST)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: Alex Gets Educated - Chapter 15
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Alex Gets Educated
Chapter 15 - Joyous Advent
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Jon's Story
once Ryan and I got past my "Black Friday Indescretion", as I later
dubbed my encounters with Alex and Vincent, we fell easily back into
thoroughly enjoying ourselves and each other. I think the weeks
following our return to college after Thanksgiving, that lead up to
Christmas, were the happiest ones of my life, at least up to that point!
As much as I felt compelled to apologize several more times to Ryan for
hurting him by having sex with Alex and Vincent, each time during the
first few days that followed my confession, when I started to say
anything about it, Ryan would hush me and tell me that that was in the
past, there was nothing for me to apologize for, and we weren't to ever
discuss it again! Eventually I stopped trying to apologize, and
seemingly, we both did forget all about it. I couldn't stop marveling
though at how the hell I lucked out, and found such an utterly fantastic
boyfriend!!! I couldn't believe he could justify that what I did was OK
because we hadn't pledged ourselves solely to one another yet, and then
put it all out of his mind, but that's exactly what he did. Damn! I
love him so much!!!!
* * *
Except for when we had classes, unfortunately only one of which we shared
- European History, Ryan and I were constantly together. Mostly, we were
alone together in our room! And when we were alone together in our room,
we were almost always naked, and in bed together! I'd never had so much,
and such satisfying, sex in my life! ( When you read this Alex, I'm
sorry. But, I think that now that you're with Vincent, you'll realize,
like I have because I'm with Ryan, that making love with someone you're
romantically involved with is truly better than having sex with a friend
- even if that friend is as close to you as a brother - like you are to
me! ~smiles~ )
When Ryan and I did occasionally come up for air - basically just long
enough to let our bodies rejuvenate between couplings, we'd don our
clothes, and go grab a quick bite to eat, or join one of the numerous
on-campus Christmas parties for a short time. Each floor of our dorm
building had its own parties, some floors, like our's, actually had
several. Most of the clubs had parties too. And then, there were scads
of private parties. We were invited to several, and did put in an
appearance at many of them.
Naturally, Steve and Jared had a party too. We were surprised when we
received an invitation, given our recent encounters with Jared. Out of
curiosity, we went. Come to find out, Jared didn't realize we were
invited. It was Steve who'd sent us the invite, and he was glad we'd
accepted. Jared however, scowled at us from across the room when he saw
us walk in. At one point Ryan and I got separated. When I looked up,
Jared was moving in my direction. When he saw me, he grimmaced and
turned to walk the other way. When he did he almost ran head-on into
Ryan.
"Aaahh!" he yelped, and leaped back from Ryan, who couldn't help smirking
at him.
As Jared scowled again and abruptly turned and hustled back to his
original spot, Ryan and I both cracked up laughing. I noticed Steve had
been watching too. He too laughed heartily and nodded at me. Then, a
huge grin lit up his face, as his "friend" Mary, the prostitute who'd
been sucking him off when I originally met him in September, walked in
the door. I grinned when he glanced at me and pointed at her, then held
his hand a foot away from his crotch and pumped his hips back and forth.
Chuckling I nodded at him, as his eyes twinkled. He pointed at me and
looked questioningly at me, and motioned with his hands and hips again.
Laughing, I shook my head "no". He gave me an "it's your loss" look, to
which I merely responded with another grin and a nod. Smiling, he lost
no time then in making his way over to Mary, helping her take her coat
off, then leading her to the bathroom.
* * *
When Ryan and I weren't having sex, or weren't out eatin, or weren't out
at a party, we were usually in our room, snuggling naked together in bed,
watching Christmas movies or shows. Our favorite movies were "It's a
Wonderful Life", "A Christmas Carol", and "Christmas Comes to Willow
Creek". We also watched some of the old classic holiday cartoon
specials, like the Grinch, Charlie Brown, and Rudolph too.
Whenever the TV wasn't on in our room, we always had Christmas music
playing in the background. Both of us love Trans-Siberian Orchestra's
Christmas CDs, so quite often that was what we ended up playing.
One evening, while we were watching "Garfield's Christmas" on TV, Ryan
ran to the bathroom during a commercial break. While he was in the
bathroom, an ad came on TV announcing that Trans-Siberian Orchestra was
going to be playing at a nearby arena the weekend before Christmas.
"YES!" I hissed to myself, as the ad ended.
"What're you grinning about?" Ryan asked, as he came back in from the
toilet a minute later.
"Never mind," I said, continuing to grin. "It's a surprise!"
I was surprised when Ryan just smiled and dropped it. He was SO patient
when it came to surprises that were for him! If it had been the other
way around, I'd have been dying to know what the surprise was! Not Ryan
though. He never seemed anxious to find out about surprises. Of course,
at that point I suppose he was only interested in the TV show ending, so
we could have sex again, since his dick was sticking straight out! The
tip of it looked damp too. Of course, he'd just peed, so it probably was
residual piss, rather than pre-cum.
"Having fun with yourself in the bathroom?" I asked, grinning.
"Well, as I was peeing, I was thinking of you, and look what happened!"
he said, grinning back at me.
Still grinning, I said, "Well, let me help you out with that!"
Before he could reply, I reached out and grabbed his penis and pulled him
over to me. Then, I leaned forward and sucked it into my mouth, as he
stood in front of me, next to the bed. As he gasped with pleasure, I
tasted the vague saltiness of his urine. I didn't let it bother me,
since it was so faint, and the flavor quickly dissipated anyway as I
began sucking up and down his rod.
We never did see the end of Garfield. By the time I finished sucking
Ryan off, I was hard as a rock too, and he crawled onto the bed between
my legs to give me equal time. A few minutes later, as he sat back on
his heels, with a sloppy, wet grin on his face, and I looked up at him
smiling as my body relished the afterglow of my orgasm, Garfield had
ended, and "Frosty the Snowman" had come on. In fact, they were already
at the scene at the greenhouse up at the North Pole!
The next morning, I blew off my English class and drove to the mall,
where there was a "ticketron" office and I got us a couple of tickets for
"Trans-Siberian Orchestra's" show. As I walked back through the mall to
the parking lot, there was a display in one of the store windows that
caught my eye. As I looked in the window, a warmth spread through my
chest and a grin spread over my face, as an idea came to me! Still
grinning, I went in the store and picked out another surprise for Ryan as
well! (Sorry, I'm not telling what it is just now - in case he reads
this before I give it to him! OK - I know I'm telling you about the
concert tickets - but believe me, that surprise is cool, and it wouldn't
be quite as much fun if he read this and found out early, but this
surprise is so much better that I just CANNOT take a chance of spilling
the beans early! Sorry!)
Anyway, I didn't tell Ryan about the concert tickets until the day of the
show. In fact, I didn't tell him until we were actually on our way to
it! He was very surprised, and extremely happy! The concert was
fantastic, and we both thoroughly enjoyed it so much that Ryan made me
promise that we could go see it the following Christmas if it came to
town again! Of course I agreed.
* * *
It was truly a fun and festive Christmas season for us both! As I said,
I don't remember a happier time in my life! Well... at least up to that
point!
* * *
Our last night on campus, before leaving for Christmas vacation just
happened to occur on the first day of winter! All over the school there
were "Winter Solstice" parties going on.
"What happened to Christmas?" Ryan asked, a little surprised as we walked
through the dorm past a bunch of signs proclaiming "The Longest Night"
and "Winter Arrives"!
"Who cares? We can carry on with our own 'Christmas' celebration," I
said, grinning as we exited the building.
Ryan and I had opted, rather than going to the parties, to go off campus
for dinner.
We went to a quaint, old, historical tavern on the other side of town
that was known for its historically-correct atmosphere and great food!
We both had surf & turf dinners. Rare prime rib aus jus and a broiled
lobster tail with drawn butter. Along with it came baked potatoes with
sour cream, green beans almondine. Beforehand we'd enjoyed huge tossed
salads, and hot fresh baked dinner rolls & butter.
When dinner arrived, and without looking asking to see a wine list, I
unexpectedly ordered a bottle of my mother's favorite Merlot, which comes
from an obscure (in the US) Vineyard on the Margaret River in Australia,
which I'd seen a bottle of on a table we passed as we walked in, the poor
waiter, who didn't look any older than the two of us, was suddenly thrown
into a quandry. I could see that he didn't think we looked as if we were
21. At the same time, we were ordering an expensive, fancier meal than
most anyone under 21 would normally order, and I'd asked for an obscure
wine, which they did happen to stock, which an inexperienced kid wouldn't
do. Also, he obviously didn't want to offend us by asking to see our
IDs, as he knew such a move would most likely seriously endanger the size
of his potential tip! As he stood looking at us for a moment, uncertain
of what to do, I had the sinking feeling that Ryan's eyes, which had
suddenly grown huge when I ordered the wine, as I hadn't told him ahead
of time that I was going to do it, might give us away. As the waiter
looked back and forth at us, I quickly looked up at him and smiled warmly
and asked for another basket of rolls as well, carrying on as if there
wasn't a question about the wine.
"Certainly Sir," The waiter said finally, looking both nervous and
defeated. He quickly bustled away.
Ryan stared at me, his eyes still big.
"And what would you have done if we got carded?" he asked.
I chuckled and said, "I'd have said, 'Well, it was worth a try - I mean
it is Christmas!'"
"Christ!" Ryan said, sinking back against the chair back, looking a
little nervous.
I just smiled and winked at him.
A couple minutes later, the waiter appeared with our bottle of Merlot,
and a basket of rolls. He looked nervous, and his eyes darted around the
room as he poured us each a glass of wine, but he smiled and asked if we
needed anything else when he was finished. I thanked him and said "no."
He bustled quickly away from 'the scene of the crime' then.
Dinner was delicious. We both enjoyed it immensely, and the wine added
to our pleasure.
For dessert we both selected a really decadent, gooey chocolate cake,
that was out of this world. I considered ordering us a couple of
brandies, but decided I'd best not push my luck. Besides, Ryan was
already pink-faced and getting a little giggly.
We were both stuffed, and completely satisfied when we left. The waiter
was relieved, and very happy with the good-sized tip I gave him too. He
smiled gratefully at us as we left, and wished us a Merry Christmas.
* * *
We were both stuffed and completely satisfied as we walked out of the
tavern.
"I can't believe you pulled off getting us that wine!" Ryan burst out,
grinning and giggling, as we walked across the parking lot.
"I did good, didn't I?" I said, grinning.
"Definitely!" Ryan, said grinning. Then he chuckled and said, "But, I
think I'm too full to have sex just yet!"
"I know what you mean," I said, smiling, and rubbing my full belly. "I'd
ask you if you wanted to go ice skating to work some of this off, but I
think I'd fall over I'm so full! Why don't we take a little walk along
the river though?"
"OK," Ryan said, smiling. "I definitely agree that skating's out!"
We turned and walked the other way then, to a little park next to the
tavern, with a path along the river. The path was plowed clear, and it
was well lit by a string of lamp posts that ran along it. Each lamp post
had a lit up snow flake hanging on it, so the pathway was lit up even
more than usual. Off in the middle of the park, next to the ice skating
rink, was a large tree all lit up with white lights as well. There were
speakers attached to the lamp posts, and Christmas music was playing
softly. As we walked along, listening to "The Little Drummer Boy", it
began to snow lightly.
"Wow!" Ryan said, stopping and looking around us. "Isn't this romantic?"
"Yeah, it is!" I said, smiling.
I wrapped my arm around Ryan and pulled him into an embrace and leaned in
to kiss him on the lips. He looked surprised, because I was being so
demonstrative in public, but he put his arms around me, and we shared a
warm, wet kiss in the chilly night air.
"Freaks!" a guy muttered as he and his apparent girlfriend walked past
us.
"Leave them alone Bruce!" the girl said, as they continued walking on.
"I think it's cute!"
"Cute?" The guy asked, sounding surprised.
"Yeah! Cute!" she replied. "They have just as much right to..."
The rest of their conversation was lost to us as they walked out of
earshot.
A moment later Ryan and I parted and looked at each other.
"So we're freaks huh?" Ryan asked, looking soberly at us.
"Fuck them!" I said. "I can tell we're happier than they are!"
"True!" Ryan agreed, a smile flitted across his face. A moment later
though, he looked sober again and added, "But... maybe we shouldn't do
this in public just the same."
"I really don't care what anyone says," I said, looking seriously at
Ryan.
"I guess," he said, looking a little worried.
"Hey!" I said, reaching out, and putting my finger under his chin.
I tilted Ryan's head back slightly so he was looking right at me.
"I love you Ryan! And I don't care who knows!" I said.
Ryan's eyes got a little larger for a second, then returned to normal.
At the same time, his smile returned.
I pulled him toward me again, and I was happy when I didn't feel any
resistance, and he responded as I kissed him again.
As we parted, I felt Ryan tensing up, and his smiled abruptly faded. He
was looking over my shoulder, past me. Quickly I spun around, not
knowing what to expect. Two guys our age were walking toward us. They
didn't look threatening, but I suddenly felt a rush of adrenaline race
through my body. I relaxed a moment later as they both smiled, and one
of them winked at us. Ryan relaxed too when the two clasped hands and
continued past us smiling.
"You were right! It's a very romantic night tonight!" I said, smiling.
Ryan grinned back at me, his eyes twinkling, and nodded. Then he said,
"Just the same, do you think we could head back to campus?"
"Sure, but what's the rush?" I said.
"Well... it seems to be getting colder out suddenly," He said.
I noticed that the snow was coming down a little heavier too.
"And I'm gonna have to pee soon," he added. "Besides, I think my meal's
settled, and I'm starting to need a little 'more physical' exercise!"
"OH!" I said, grinning, as I felt my dick beginning to tingle.
Ryan grinned back at me.
"Let's go then!" I said, holding my hand out.
Grinning, Ryan held his hand out and took mine in his. Then, walking
hand in hand, we returned to the car.
* * *
"It's really coming down!" Ryan said, as we trudged across the parking
lot toward our dorm building a little while later.
"Yeah," I said, as thick, huge flakes of snow fell from the sky. There
were already a couple inches blanketing the pavement.
"It's beautiful though, isn't it?" Ryan said, smiling.
"Yeah," I said, smiling too.
A minute later, as we pulled the door to the building open, our ears were
assaulted by a cacophony of voices, laughter, and Christmas music, as yet
another party was underway.
"Aw shit!" I said, smiling ruefully at Ryan.
"Just try to get through it, and up to our room!" Ryan replied.
"If we get separated, I'll meet you up there!" I said, grinning.
Ryan grinned and nodded back at me.
A moment later, a girl from one of his classes lassoed his arm and
dragged him away. I was going to follow, but Steve appeared at my side,
wearing a Santa hat, and yelled in my ear, "C'mon up for a beer!"
I really didn't want to go up to Steve's and Jared's room, but he hooked
his hand in the crook of my elbow and dragged me off toward the
stairwell.
* * *
I was surprised, when a few minutes later, we stumbled into his room, and
it was quiet and empty!
"I'd have thought you and Jared would be the nucleus of the party!" I
said, as Steve shut the door behind us.
"He had another party to go to. Won't be back for a while," Steve said.
"Besides, isn't it nice we can have a quiet beer together once?"
"Uh - yeah," I said, my heart sinking, realizing I wasn't going to get up
to Ryan's and my room as fast as I'd wanted to.
"What's wrong?" Steve asked, suddenly looking like a hurt, disappointed
little boy, which contrasted drastically with his cheery Santa hat. He
obviously had seen the change in my expression.
Realizing I was being rude, and feeling bad about it, I grinned and said,
"Nothin' man! It's just I was supposed to meet Ryan up in our room.
But... I can have a beer with you first!"
"Cool!" Steve said, smiling again.
He headed into the bathroom to the refrigerator then. A minute later, he
returned with a couple of cans of Budweiser and set them on his desk,
next to his keyboard. I sat down on the edge of his bed. As I watched
him opening the cans of beer, I couldn't help smiling when I noticed
that, as usual, the surface of his desk appeared to be streaked with cum
residue.
"So... what's up with you and Fitzpatrick anyway?" Steve asked, turning
and handing me an opened can of Bud, then backing up and sitting down
opposite me on the edge of Jared's bed with his. "You two seem to be
joined at the hip. whenever I see you, he's with you!"
"Is there a problem with that?" I asked a little defensively, feeling
suddenly self-conscious.
"Well... no," Steve said, holding up his can, so we could clunk them
together.
I clunked cans with him and we both said "Merry Christmas!", then took a
swallow of the beer.
"It's just that, you're always together," he said. "And we know he's
queer, and ... well... you never go out with any girls, and there's a ton
of 'em got the hots for you..."
His voice trailed off and he turned a little pink in the face. He tried
to look at me, but as I looked directly at him, he sheepishly averted his
eyes from mine.
I was a little surprised by his last statement about the 'ton' of girls
who were supposedly hot for me, but I let that slide, because I wanted to
see if he was going to ask me directly if I was gay or not.
"And?" I said, accusatively, looking intently at him, as if to dare him
to ask what was on his mind.
"Well...," he said, looking back at me, yet squirming a little as if his
asshole itched. "I mean, it's OK with me if you are, but... are you
queer too man? I mean are you two doing the nasty?"
He stopped squirming and looked directly at me then waiting for my
reaction. I was a little surprised he'd had the courage to actually ask
me. I was more surprised though that he'd said it was OK with him if I
was gay!
"So... it's OK with you if we are?" I asked, a little incredulously.
For a split second, Steve actually looked a little surprised. Apparently
he'd expected me to outright deny it. Maybe he hoped I would. I hadn't
though, and that was the beginning of an admission to what he was
thinking. From the look on his face, I wished I had denied it, as I
realized he might not have meant what he said.
I was a little relieved when, almost instantly, he recovered his demeanor
and said, "Um... yeah, I don't care."
He was unable to meet my eyes again though, and turned a little pinker.
"You wouldn't care if I was gay?" I said, still not believing him, but
knowing that by then he probably really thought I was anyway.
"No," he said, blandly, looking tentatively up at me.
I sat looking at him, blinking, for a minute, not sure what to say.
Finally, I said, "Well, what makes you think I am anyway?"
He looked at me a little frustrated.
"Like I said," he said. "You an' Fitzpatrick are always together.
You're never with any girls. And..."
He hesitated a second then added "you're different than Jared is!"
"Well, I certainly hope I'm different from that asshole!" I said. "But
what way am I different from him that you're talking about?"
Steve blushed deeper and took a swig of his beer.
"You're nicer than he is. You didn't have a problem with me... well, you
know - surfin' porn and doin' my thing. Um... after you left and he
moved in, I took your advice and stopped doing that when he was around.
Well - the jackin' off part at least. I still surfed for porn if he was
around. Anyway... this one night he was here, laying on his bed, reading
something, and I was checking out some flicks. Well, I forgot myself,
and started playing with it, while I watched this one really hot flick.
Before I knew it, I was ready to blow. Without thinking, I stood up and
ripped my pants down and started goin' at it real good. I'd completely
forgot Jared was in the room. Just as I started gushin' all over the
desk, he freaked! He scared the shit out of me when he suddenly
hollered, cause like I say, I'd forgot he was in the room. Then, of
course I nearly died of embarrassment, cause not only was I naked and
jackin' in front of him, but I was blowin' my load all over the desk
too! Well, he yelled at me, and called me a faggot and told me to never
do that again. And, well... see, you never seemed to care if I jacked in
front of you. You never reacted that way, so ... that's why I'm
wondering if maybe you're queer too," he said.
"You started jacking off in front of Jared?" I asked, surprised.
Steve blushed deeper and nodded guiltily.
"I told you that wasn't something straight guys would like to witness in
their room," I said, miraculously able to maintain my serious composure
and not laugh.
"Exactly! And, I get that now," Steve said. "But... see.. you didn't
freak out like Jared did, so that's another reason I'm wondering about
you."
"I'm not a homophobe like he is," I said, flatly.
"Obviously, since you moved in with one. But, are you one too?" Steve
asked, unwilling to let the question die.
When I didn't reply right away, he said, "by the way, if you are, I won't
tell anyone. Not even Jared."
As I studied Steve for a minute, I thought he looked sincere.
"What do you want to know so bad for?" I asked, still not fully convinced
he was really on the up and up.
"Because I thought we were friends," he said. Then, looking
uncomfortably at me he added, "And... well... I thought maybe we could
talk."
"About what?" I asked, surprised.
"Never mind that," he said, a little impatiently. "Are you gonna tell me
or not?"
I looked at him a minute, and he really did look sincere, as well as
frustrated.
Finally I looked at Steve and said, "If you do tell anyone about this, I
promise you'll regret it! But since you want to know so bad - yeah
Steve, I'm gay! And Ryan and I are a couple! Now, are you satisfied?"
Steve's eyes shot open wide for a second, but then he recovered and
grinned, and looked relieved!
"Son of a bitch! I was right!" he said, smiling a little, in a somewhat
triumphant way.
"So? Now what?" I asked, wondering if I'd made a mistake telling him.
"Nothing!" Steve said. "I meant it. I'm OK with it! And I won't tell
anyone!"
He grinned at me, lifted his can again and said, "to being good friends!"
Still curious about his motive for wanting me to come out to him, I
leerily clunked cans with him again and took another swig of beer. Steve
finished his, and jumped up and quickly ran into the bathroom. A minute
later he reappeared with two more cans.
"So... is that why you moved up with Fitzpatrick?" he asked, as he opened
the cans of beer. "Because you thought you might get together with him?"
"Well... I won't lie and say that the thought hadn't occurred to me," I
said, still leery of what Steve was up to. "But no. That's not the
reason I moved in with him. I moved in with him because I felt sorry for
him, for having to put up with Jared! And - I really did think the two
of you were better suited for each other as well, rather than me and
you."
"Were you really unhappy living with me?" Steve asked, sounding a little
dismayed.
"No Steve, I didn't have any real problems with you, other than it was
never quiet in our room, like it is now - man this is strange!" I said,
smiling at the fact we were alone together in "our" old room, with nobody
else there, it was quiet, and we were able to carry on a conversation.
"There was no way I could study here when I was living with you."
"Here I thought it was cause I got naked and jacked in front of you,"
Steve said.
"Well, actually, that did bother me a little, but not that much that I
couldn't live with it," I said.
"Guess not, since you're gay, he said. Then he smiled and added, "Did I
get you hard all the time?"
"Not really," I said.
His face fell, and I knew he was mortified that his 'masculine physique'
hadn't excited me.
I chuckled and said, "Alright! Sometimes you did!"
"Really?" he asked, brightening again.
"Yeah," I said, smiling benevolently at him.
He smiled in return.
"Um... well, if you're gay, and you got hard sometimes, how come you
never wanted to join me?" he asked.
"Because I really wasn't interested in just jacking off with another
guy," I said.
Steve thought a moment, then his face darkened and he looked at the floor
and said, "Well... actually... if I'd known you were gay and felt that
way... see... my brother and I don't just use our hands on each other!"
"WHAT?" I asked, incredulously, almost choking on a swallow of beer I'd
just taken. "You guys have real sex?"
"Well, we don't fuck!" he replied quickly, but then turning more purple,
he said, "but we do suck on each other a little! So... if you and me'd
known all this about one another, maybe we could've done more than just
jack off together, and maybe you'd still be living down here with me."
I was too surprised to say anything at first.
Finally, as he looked guiltily at me I said, "Well... maybe... but... I
kinda doubt it."
"Why?" Steve asked, suddenly looking confused.
Before I could answer, a resigned, embarrassed look took over his face.
"It's because I'm so small down there, isn't it?" he asked, softly, in a
deflated tone.
I couldn't help myself from snorting and grinning, which made Steve's
face turn darker red. I immediately felt bad for hurting his feelings.
"NO!" I said, emphatically. "It has nothing to do with your penis!
Steve, I don't have sex with someone I don't have romantic feelings for.
If I had had romantic feelings for you, the size of your cock wouldn't
matter in the least to me! But Steve, I don't feel that way about you
man! I just think of you as a friend - a good friend, kind of like a
brother! So... that's why I wouldn't be interested in having sex of any
kind with you!"
"OH!" Steve said, looking up at me with a surprised expression.
Suddenly he smiled a little and said, "You think of me like a brother?"
Smiling, I said, "Yeah, I do."
"Cool!" he said, his face lighting up with a broad smile. "Cause I sure
would like to have a 'brother' like you!"
I smiled back at him in return.
His face clouded over then and he said, "but... me and my brother - we DO
have sex!"
"Not all brothers - even gay ones - want to have sex with one another," I
said, feeling guilty about the fact that I actually did like having sex
with my 'brother' Alex, but here I was using this as a reason to explain
why I wouldn't have had sex with Steve.
"Oh," he said, again appearing surprised.
We looked at each other for a moment, and he suddenly blurted, "so do you
think I'm gay?"
"What?" I asked, taken off guard.
"Well... me and my brother suck each other all the time, and I kinda
always wished you and me did too... so... I just - I'm wondering if maybe
I'm gay too," he said, looking soberly at me.
"Have you ever had sex with another guy - other than your brother?" I
asked.
"No," he said. "Well... except for that time you an' me jacked
together."
"I have to admit, I wondered a little about you then," I said, smiling.
"But seriously, you've had sex with girls, right?"
He blushed a little again, but said, "Well, yeah... but... maybe not with
as many as I told you before, or as many times either."
I chuckled and said, "I kinda wondered about that. Your numbers seemed a
little high. But anyway, did you like the sex you had with those girls?"
"Yeah!" he said, looking incredulously at me as if that was a stupid
question for me to ask.
"Well," I said, "It seems to me that you like straight sex, but that you
kind of like gay sex too - so... at the very least - you might be
bi-sexual. I don't think you're strictly gay though - cause you like
doing it with girls too. Anyway, you're gonna have to decide for
yourself which you like better - girls or guys."
"Oh!" Steve said, grinning. "Piece a cake - I know I prefer women! I
love how it feels to slide into a hot wet pussy! And, when my brother
starts jizzing and it gets in my mouth - well, sometimes it kinda grosses
me out!"
I snorted and grinned at him, "in that case I think you're probably just
a perverted slut who just wants his dick in any hot wet hole he can find,
and as often as possible!"
Steve looked offended for just a second, but then, as I grinned at him,
he broke into a broad genuine grin too and said, "Fuck Jon! You're
right!"
He started laughing then, and so did I.
When we calmed down, Steve looked at me and said, "Thanks for being
honest with me. It really means a lot to me. I know you really do like
me cause you told me your secret. I promise I'll keep it to myself...
um... will you not tell anyone what we talked about, about me too? Not
even Fitzpatrick?"
"I promise," I said, smiling.
"Me too!" he said, smiling back at me.
He looked a little uncertainly at me, and I could tell he was trying to
decide if he should hug me or not. Smiling, I stood up, and motioned
with my head for him to stand up too. He did, looking questioningly at
me. Smiling, I reached out and pulled him into a hug. He responded by
wrapping his arms tightly around me and squeezing me back. As our
pelvises pressed together, I could feel the nub of his little hardon.
"I can feel that you slut," I muttered, snickering in his ear.
Steve laughed then too, and pressed himself up against me even harder.
"I love you man!" he said.
"I love you too Steve," I said, not exactly meaning it, but not wanting
to hurt his feelings either.
We broke apart then and stood grinning a little sheepishly at each other
for a moment. I raised my can then, and Steve did too. We clunked them
together, then chugged the remaining contents.
"Guess I better get up to Ryan," I said, smiling and wiping my lips off
with the back of my hand.
"Guess so," Steve said.
"You going back to the party?" I asked.
"Yup - least til Mary gets here!" he said, grinning lewdly at me. "She's
gonna do me special tonight she said."
"Slut!" I muttered, grinning.
He grinned at back at me, his eyes twinkling.
"Have fun!" I said, turning toward the door.
"You too!" he said, chuckling.
"Merry Christmas man!" I said.
"You too man!" he replied.
I opened the door then and stepped back out into the noisy, bustling
party that was taking up the entire hallway. Steve followed me.
"Have a great vacation Jon," he said.
"You too, see you in January," I replied.
I took off then for the nearest stairwell, and Steve headed toward the
elevator bay.
* * *
"What the hell took you so long?" Ryan cried, as I walked in.
At first, I couldn't see him. The room was dark, except for the night
light, and our little Christmas tree. Christmas music was playing as
usual. As I looked in the direction of his bed, which is where his voice
had come from, my eyes adjusted a little and I saw he was lounging on his
bed, completely naked, with his dick sticking straight up, laying flat
against his belly. Hanging in his hand over it, was his sprig of
mistletoe.
I chuckled and said, "You wouldn't believe me in a million years! But,
who the fuck cares about anything but us!"
Grinning, I quickly began ripping off all my clothes, and within seconds,
I too was bareass naked, and my cock was sticking straight out as well!
"So what's your pleasure this fine evening?" I asked, smiling and
stepping over to the bed.
"I don't know Sir! But since it's 'the Longest Night', I expect we can
take our time, and thoroughly enjoy ourselves!" he said.
"Oh yeah," I said, stretching out next to Ryan, and wrapping my arms
around him.
Immediately we fell into a kiss.
As we kissed, I rolled over on top of him and we wrapped our arms around
each other, pressing our naked bodies full against each other. I felt
Ryan's hardon flex, as our abodomens pressed against each other. Mine
surged in response as well.
Ryan pulled his face from mine suddenly and gave me a funny look and
said, "Did you stop for a beer on your way up here?"
Chuckling, I said, "Steve rather forcefully invited me to his room for
one - for Christmas - I couldn't not go really! Sorry!"
"Oh, it's alright," Ryan said. "I was just surprised when I tasted it."
"Well, how about you take another taste of it?" I asked.
"I have a better idea," Ryan said. "Roll onto your back!"
It took a moment for us to switch positions in the narrow twin bed, but
after a moment, I was on my back, and Ryan was on top of me, kissing me
again.
Ryan didn't linger too long kissing me though. After a minute, he pulled
back from my lips, and suddenly I felt his tongue running down my chin,
and over my adam's apple and on down my throat. As Ryan sat back, he
lowered his face toward my left breast and suddenly I felt his teeth
nibbling my nipple, and a shiver of pleasure richocheted up and down my
spine.
As Ryan suckled my left tit, I suddenly felt his hand encircling my
hardon, and he began slowly masturbating me. Then he began tweaking my
right nipple with his left hand as well.
"Fuck!" I gasped, with pleasure.
After a minute, Ryan let go of my right nipple, and licked toward the
center of my chest and then proceeded to lick downward to my navel. As
he continued massaging my cock, he cupped my scrotum in his free left
hand and fondled my testicles, while he washed my belly button out with
the tip of his tongue.
Momentarily, Ryan abandoned my belly, and licked straight down toward my
cock. When he reached my pubic hair line, he licked left along the upper
outer edge of it, then down the crease between my right leg and my balls,
moving his tongue over my perineum, and up the crevice between my left
leg and by balls, until his tongue had made a complete circle around my
genitals.
He let go of my dick then and hooked both my knees and pulled on them,
till I raised my legs, and spread them apart. Then Ryan moved downward
and began licking my sack. Once it was wet with saliva, he gently sucked
first my left nut into his mouth, rolled it around a little, then spit it
out. Then he repeated this with my right testicle. My dick was
throbbing by the time he licked down my perineum again, and slowly licked
a huge circle all the way around the outer edge of the insides of my ass
cheeks. When he reached my perineum again, he pulled off me, then moved
his mouth to the upper edge of my ass, where my back began. Slowly, with
his whole tongue held flat, he licked upward through the deepest part of
my crack, pressing his tongue firmly against me. As he finally washed
over my anus, I let out a gasp of pleasure.
Suddenly, Ryan began deftly licking directly on my rose bud, over and
over, like a cat licks its paw. The joyous sensation I felt as he
pleasured the most intimate part of my body was indescribable!
"Fuck!" I gasped in a high-pitched tone as Ryan's tongue raked over and
over my tender pucker.
After several seconds, he stopped and I felt him pressing on my hole with
the tip of his tongue. I managed to relax a little, and felt his soft
warm wetness slide through my muscular opening.
"Awww!!!" I cried as Ryan began tongue fucking my asshole.
At the same time, Ryan's hand again encircled my raging hardon, which
doubled my pleasure. Before long I was leaking copious amounts of
precum.
I was disappointed when, only after about a half minute, Ryan stopped
jerking me off and tongue-fucking me. He pulled my legs back down and
picked up my cock. Then I finally felt the warm wetness of his mouth
enveloping my manhood. Simultaneously, one of his fingers slid up inside
my rectum.
"OOhhhh!!!" I moaned, as Ryan began sucking me off, and finger-fucking
me.
I writhed with pleasure for a minute or so as Ryan's long slender finger
probed in and out of my spit-lubed, relaxed, and open asshole, and his
hot wet mouth slid slowly and sensually up and down the full length of my
penis. With each inward thrust of his finger, Ryan managed to just rub
my prostate enough to send shivers of joy rocketing through me. I'm sure
he was getting mouthfuls of pre-seminal fluid as a result.
All too soon, I felt my orgasm rapidly beginning to approach. Ryan
apparently sensed this, and began sucking on my cock and fucking me with
his finger, even faster than before. This just sped up the approach of
my climax all the more.
Within seconds, I was squirming about and humping up and down slightly
off the bed, as I tried desperately to hold off as long as possible, to
let the pressure build even more.
Suddenly, I couldn't hold back any longer, and it felt like my body was
exploding, as I groaned and shot a huge glob of cum flying violently out
of my dick, against Ryan's tonsils, and I squeezed his middle finger
tightly with me anus.
"OOOhhhh!!!" I groaned, spasming again a second later, filling Ryan's
mouth again with my fluid.
"Mmmmmmm....." I moaned, as my head jerked passionately when I blew my
third load into Ryan's mouth, and again squeezed his finger.
"Fuck!" I gasped, sucking in a huge breath, and clenching my pelvic
muscles again, forcing more jism through my urethra.
I spasmed a few more times before my orgasm finally began to abate. Ryan
kept on sucking on me though, and massaging my prostate. After a few
seconds, I shuddered, and felt one final spasm of joy, as a last bit of
semen oozed from my piss slit, coating Ryan's tongue. Only then did he
slowly withdraw his finger from my rectum, and pull his mouth off my
cock, making sure to slide his lips up my shaft to clean and dry me off
at the same time.
As he sat up against the backs of his heels, he grinned at me with wet
lips and said, "hope it was good for you!"
"Oh fuck Babe! That was the best! You're the best!" I moaned, smiling
happily up at him.
He just grinned even wider.
* * *
Ryan laid down next to me then and I wrapped my arm around him, and drew
him up to me.
"Just give me a minute," I said, still panting.
"No rush!" he said, smiling.
We laid together quietly then for a couple minutes, listening to the
Christmas music playing on the radio, while I recovered from the workout
Ryan had given me.
After my breathing returned to normal, I felt Ryan's penis twitch against
my thigh a couple times. Smiling, I rolled him onto his back and got on
my knees between his thighs. Then I laid down on him and embraced and
kissed him. He responded hungrily, and we kissed for a couple minutes.
Finally, I pulled away, and leaned around to the left side of his head
and began licking the inside of his ear. Ryan giggled, as I probed his
outer ear canal with the tip of my tongue. I could taste the vague
flavor of ear wax.
Gently, I licked down the side of his neck with the tip of my tongue, and
over his shoulder. Then I lifted his arm and dove face first into his
armpit, burying my mouth and nose in his tuft of dark armpit hair.
Breathing in, deeply through my nose, I smelled my lover's scent. I
nuzzled my nose into his hairy pit, causing another giggle to burst from
his throat.
Sitting back up, I dove mouth open for his right nipple and sucked it in
and began gnawing gently on it, and sucking roughly on it, as if to give
him a hicky.
"HEY!" he cried, alarmed. "NO MARKS!!!! What'll my mom say?"
Chuckling, I abandoned his right breast and grabbed his left nipple with
my mouth and gave it some attention as well, albeit, not as roughly.
I licked my way back and forth over his abdomen then, whisking my tongue
through his navel, and continuing to his crotch. Unlike Ryan though, I
didn't drive him crazy, like he did me, waiting for my mouth - I just
suddenly plunged down over his cock and began sucking up and down on him,
bringing groans and whimpers of pleasure from him.
As I sucked on Ryan's dick, I let my index finger slide between his ass
cheeks. Quickly he spread his legs further apart, so that I could reach
his hole easier. As soon as I felt his tight little pucker under my
fingertip, I began twitching my finger back and forth, tickling him, as I
kept on fellating him.
Shortly, Ryan began to move his hips about, and I knew his orgasm was
starting to build. Instantly I pulled off him, and removed my finger
from his asshole.
"What the fuck? -" he asked, his eyes flying open and his head tilting so
he could look at me.
I grinned at him and reached for his knees.
"Not so fast son!" I said, smiling.
He smiled then and moved his legs as I directed them, up and out, thus
exposing his anus to me. Grinning, I dove onto his boy pussy with my
tongue and began ravaging it, illiciting louder, stronger groans of
pleasure from him.
I licked over and over Ryan's tight pucker several times, each time
licking harder and harder, until I was drilling the tip of my tongue
against his sphincter.
"Uuummmmm....." he moaned, as his hole suddenly opened and I felt my
tongue force its way up inside him slighlty.
"Oh Fuck!" he gasped as I began shoving my tongue in and out of him as
forcefully as I could.
"Awwwww!!!!" he cried, as I gave one rather rough shove, and more of my
tongue shoved into him, opening his tight ring a little wider.
Ryan writhed about for several seconds as I ate his anal cunt out.
When his whimpering became more insistent, I knew it was time to return
to the object of my affection - his penis! As I pulled my mouth from
Ryan's ass, I replaced it with my finger, which I shoved all the way up
inside him. I moved it about until I had located his walnut. Then, as I
began rubbing on it, I lowered my mouth over his cock once again.
Instantly I tasted his delicious pre-cum, which must've been oozing
freely from his piss slit as I rimmed him.
"Awwwwwwweewww!!!" Ryan groaned, bringing it up to a desperate whimper at
the end, as I began pistoning up and down his rod, and shoving my finger
back and forth over his gland.
His hips began to involuntarily hump up and down a little, and his head
tossed from side to side. I tasted still more pre-cum.
"OOOOHhhh!!!" he gasped a moment later, and his body tensed up, before he
groaned and I suddenly tasted his saltiness in my mouth.
"Ooooohhhnnnn!!" he cried, jerking his body left slightly, as he shot
another wad of jism into my mouth, and squeezed my finger.
"Fuck!" he gasped, blowing more cum against the back of my throat.
I kept on sucking on Ryan, and finger-fucking him, until finally, he'd
relaxed, and a moment later tensed and groaned again, and I tasted a
little more saltiness. When he'd fully finished, I pulled my finger from
Ryan's ass, and licked hiis cock clean and dry. Then, I laid down next
to him and took him again in my arms.
"Fuck you are the best!" he gasped, panting yet.
"Thanks man, but I think you're fucking great too!" I replied grinning.
I leaned over and kissed him, then got up.
"Where you going?" he asked, disappointed.
Smiling I said, "I'll be back. I'm gonna get us a drink!"
"Oh!" Ryan said, smiling.
* * *
I stepped into the bathroom then and got out the two big Christmas coffee
mugs we'd bought ourselves, the bottle of Captain Morgan Spiced Rum Steve
had given us, and the tub of "hot buttered rum" mix we'd made using a
recipe Steve's aunt had given him, that she'd gotten on a trip up to
Alaska. I put a glob of the mix in each mug, a good amount of rum, and
then filled them almost all the way with water. Then I popped the mugs
in the microwave and turned it on. While the drinks heated, I put away
the supplies, and took out the can of whipped cream. I waited a minute
for the drinks to heat up, then when the microwave beeped, I pulled them
out, stirred them, and finally I topped them with whipped cream.
"Mmmm.... I was hoping that's what you were making," Ryan said, grinning
when I set the drinks down on the stand between our beds. "I gotta
admit, as much as I'm not a fan of Steve's, he did come up with a GREAT
holiday drink!"
"I know," I said. Recalling Steve's and my earlier talk, I added "And
he's really not so bad."
"Well," Ryan said. "OK, maybe he's not."
"Happy Winter solstice!" I said, holding mine up.
"Merry Christmas too!" Ryan said.
Softly we touched the mugs, then we each took a sip of the hot
concoction.
"Damn this is good!" Ryan said, grinning, and setting his mug down.
"Yup!" I said, as I felt the heat of the drink, and the rum in it, bathe
my insides with delicious warmth. I smiled back at Ryan and put my mug
down next to his.
"So... should we do presents now?" Ryan asked, his eyes sparkling in the
reflected tree lights.
I looked at him, and noticed that he looked a little hyper.
"I thought you had no problem waiting for your surprises!?!?" I said.
"Oh!" Ryan said. "That's not a problem. I just hate waiting to give my
surprises!"
"Oh!" I said, chuckling. "Well, OK then! Let's do our presents!"
As I reached over and turned on the light on my desk, Ryan grinned and
jumped up and ran to his dresser. When he bent over to open his lower
drawer, his ass cheeks flattened and spread apart, and his pucker peeked
out at me.
Grinning, I stepped over and pressed my dick, even though it was soft
yet, into his groove and grabbed both his hips and pulled us firmly
together.
"Presents first! Fucking later!" Ryan said, as he rummaged about in his
drawer, almost without taking notice of me.
Smiling I let go of him, then squatted down and jammed my tongue against
his hole.
"OOOhhh!!!" he cried, and he quickly grabbed both sides of the dresser,
pressed his head against the front of it, and braced himself as I began
deftly licking at his hole.
"Not Fair Jon! Awwww ...." Ryan cried, as I shoved my tongue through his
sphincter again.
I tongue fucked Ryan for a minute then, until we were both stiff as
boards again, then I abruptly stopped.
"So what cha got there for me?" I asked, looking up at him.
"OH!" Ryan cried, straightening up and spinning around! "You evil
bastard! You had to go and get me excited just when we were going to do
presents!"
As he berrated me, Ryan's erection poked straight out at me.
Grinning, I said, "Ah, here's my present!"
I grasped his cock and slammed my mouth down over it, bringing another
gasp from him.
"Stttooppp already!" he cried, jerking his hips back and ripping his
penis from my mouth.
Chuckling I said, "Fine! We can do presents instead!"
"Fucker!" he muttered, and turned to go back in his drawers, as I stood
up.
Of course, my cock was hard by then, and pointing right at his ass!
"OH FUCK! No Jon! Save it for later!" Ryan cried as I shoved the tip of
my cock against his rosebud and began pushing.
"Fine!" I said, not pulling away, but stopping pushing, so that the tip
of my cock was still pressing gently on his hole. "Hope one of those
presents is lube though! We're running short!"
Ryan rummaged about in an annoyed way for a couple seconds, then suddenly
handed me a package that looked like it contained a boxed tube of tooth
paste.
"Try this one!" he said in a breathy voice.
"Huh?" I asked, as he remained bent over, but looked back at me.
"It's the lube - I think!" he said. I noticed he was pressing back
against my cock a little harder.
"Really?" I asked, grinning.
"Well... we needed it, and I got in the spirit of things, so I wrapped
it, but now you've got me all hot and bothered," he said, looking back at
me with a half grin, half pleading look.
Grinning, I quickly ripped the package open, and indeed it was a large
tube of KY jelly.
"Oh baby!" I said, grinning.
As Ryan looked back at me, I saw he had a serious expression on his face,
and he looked flushed.
"Go ahead! Open it and grease up!" he cried, a look of frustration mixed
with sexual desire washing over his face.
"You're sure you don't want to do gifts first?" I asked, grinning as my
dick flexed, poking him a little harder.
"OOhhh!!!... Well you fucking got me all worked up! Christ I'm dripping
precum on your presents! So you might as well take me right here and
now!" he said. He was still bent over, hanging onto the dresser, pushing
his ass back against my dick.
Grinning, I opened the tube, and squirted some into the palm of my hand.
"Best close that drawer," I said. "Cause when I make you cum, you're
gonna streak everything in front of you with jizz!"
Smiling, Ryan quickly shoved his dresser drawer shut.
"Sure you wanta do it right here?" I asked.
"Go ahead already," he said. "I'm in just the right position!"
Smiling, I pulled back and slathered my dick with lube, then stepped
into place a little better behind him.
As I pressed the tip of my cock against Ryan's asshole again, his eyes
closed and he opened his mouth and began breathing harder, even before
I'd entered him.
Smiling, I pushed forward. His hole was still loose from my tongue and
finger-fucking a few minutes earlier, but still he grimmaced and gasped
as the head of my cock spread his anal ring wide open, and my shaft
started sliding into his rectum.
"Mmmmmmm...." Ryan moaned happily, as I slid my tool completely inside
him.
He breathed out and relaxed, as I stopped and held my position once I was
fully inserted in his ass.
After a few seconds, I began pumping my hips slowly back and forth,
pumping my cock almost completely in and out of Ryan's love canal. With
each of my inward thrusts, Ryan moaned passionately.
After a few more seconds, I began sliding in and out of him a little
faster, and his moans came more frequently, but sounded more like grunts
rather than drawn out groans.
"Go faster!" he gasped suddenly.
I was breathing a little heavier by then, and my face felt flushed. I
could feel my cum stirring in my nether region too. Grinning, I sped up,
and Ryan's grunts, changed to gasps. His breathing became more rapid and
deep, and his face reddened too.
"Ohhhh fuccckk..." he cried, as I reached around in front of him and
grasped his penis with my still greasy hand, and began sliding it up and
down his shaft.
Soon, Ryan's hips were moving back and forth, so his ass was shoving back
toward me, as my hips were moving forward. Our bodies slammed together
and bounced off one another.
Ryan's breathing and gasps became more frantic, and tiny little whimpers
came from his throat. I knew he was almost ready to cum. So was I! I
sped up even more.
Suddenly, Ryan cried out and I felt his sphincter contract tightly around
my penis, as I was pulling out of him.
"Awwwww!!!" he groaned, and a river of cum flew out of his dick, and
splattered against the front of his dresser in a large vertical streak.
As soon as Ryan's asshole relaxed, my own orgasm began and I groaned and
pumped his ass full of cum.
"Mmmmm...." Ryan moaned, clenching my dick again, and streaking his
dresser with more cum.
"Ohhhh!" I gasped, as more jism blasted from my dick.
I continued pumping my hips back and forth, and Ryan did the same, until
after several seconds, we'd each spasmed a few more times, and both our
orgasms had ended.
"Fuck!" Ryan gasped.
"Yeah," I said, grinning, and releasing his penis.
I stood up then, and pulled my dick from Ryan's asshole. Suddenly, we
both caught a whiff of shit. Ryan crinkled his nose and headed for the
bathroom. I followed him.
As I ran some water into the sink and reached for the soap, Ryan sat on
the toilet. A moment later, as I washed my dick in warm soapy water, his
face tensed slightly for a couple seconds, as he strained just a little
and defecated. As I rinsed and dried off, Ryan wiped his ass clean. It
took a few swipes as my cum had all leaked back out at the same time. We
both finished cleaning up at just about the same time.
"Now do you think we can do our presents?" he asked, looking at me in an
admonishing way, as he got up to wash his hands.
Chuckling, I told him I thought we could.
When Ryan had dried his hands, we returned to our room, and smiling, he
returned to his dresser. Before he opened his drawer again, he used a
dirty pair of boxers that was laying on the floor to clean his streaks of
cum off the dresser. When he'd gotten all his semen wiped off the
dresser, he discarded his sticky boxers on the floor, and then opened the
bottom drawer of the dresser again.
While Ryan was getting his presents for me out of his dresser, I busied
myself, getting the ones I'd gotten him out too. Before he turned around
and saw me, I quickly took one and stuck it on my shelf, so he wouldn't
see it right away.
* * *
Grinning, Ryan turned around, and had an armload of presents.
"Holy shit!" I exclaimed. "All this is for me?"
He just stood there grinning from ear to ear, his eyes twinkling, and
nodded. I felt a little guilty, as I didn't have quite so many gifts for
him.
"Well, these are for you. This one," he said, indicating a larger box
than the rest, " is for both of us."
"Very interesting!" I said. "Should we open that one first?"
"NO!" he cried, pulling it protectively from the group and pushing it to
the back of his bed. "That one you get to do last!"
My curiosity was certainly piqued about that particular gift, but I
decided to be good and not wrestle him for it. Afterall, it was
Christmas, and he did seem to be having an exceptionally good time!
"Here! Open this one first!" he said, shoving a box at me.
Smiling, I took it and pulled the bow off and stuck it to the wall behind
me. Then, I started to very slowly and carefully open it, as if not to
harm the wrapping paper, as if I was going to save it.
"Oh for Christ's sake!" Ryan cried, finally. "Rip the damned paper
already!"
I laughed and said, "Wondered how long it'd take before you were dying
from the suspense!"
"Bastard!" Ryan muttered. He grinned though as I ripped the remaining
wrapping paper off then.
"OH!" I said, smiling, as I opened the box and saw a beautiful pair of
rabbit skin-lined black leather gloves. Quickly I pulled them out and
put them on. They fit perfectly. "They're fantastic! So soft! And
they fit like a glove!"
"Maybe that's because they are gloves?" Ryan said sarcastically,
chuckling and shaking his head.
I laughed too.
"Seriously," I said. "They're beautiful, and I really needed a new pair
of gloves. And I love the rabbit fur lining!"
Ryan grinned at me, but then he blushed a little and got a funny look on
his face.
"What?" I said.
"Well...," he said, blushing a bit more. "When I was about 13, my
grandparents gave me a pair of gloves like this. I loved them. They
felt so wonderful, but I ruined them rather quickly."
He hesitated, and his face grew darker red.
"OH MY GOD!" I cried. "You didn't!"
Ryan's smile widened, as his color grew even darker.
"You already figured out what I did?" he asked.
"You stuck your dick in it and masturbated, didn't you?" I said,
grinning.
"God damn! How'd you figure that out?" Ryan asked.
I laughed and said, "First thing I thought when I slipped them on is how
great it would feel on my dick!"
"Did you ever have gloves like this and try it?" he asked, looking a
little relieved. I noticed his dick was starting to puff up a bit too.
"Nope," I said. "But... I guess since you ruined your's, it's pretty
good and you did it all the time?"
Still blushing brightly, Ryan smiled shyly and nodded.
"Now don't you go using your's for that!" he said, admonishingly.
"Whenever you feel the need, all you have to do is ask. I'll take care
of you, and you won't have to ruin those gloves!... Besides, my mouth's
much better!"
I grinned and said, "Deal!"
I took off the gloves then, and set them aside.
* * *
"Wanta do one I got you now?" I asked.
"OK," Ryan said.
Grinning, I handed him a big one.
Smiling, Ryan pulled the bow and ribbon off. Then he ripped off the
paper.
"Oh! I love it!" he cried, as he opened the box, and saw the Irish
Fisherman's sweater I'd bought him.
"It's made out of acrylic wool, so it won't be scratchy," I said. "I
hope it fits!"
"Let's see," he said, and he pulled it out and slipped it over his head.
A couple seconds later, he stood up and posed, wearing nothing of course,
but the sweater.
"Looks good on you, although I prefer the low-hanging fruit that's
showing below it!" I said, smiling.
Ryan laughed and said, "I'd have the same prefence if it was you wearing
it. Anyway, it fits beautifully, and it feels nice and snuggly. Thank
you so much!"
"You're welcome!" I said, smiling, as he stripped the sweater back off.
We took turns then, exchanging a few other small gifts we'd gotten each
other. When we were through, Ryan reached behind him and pulled out the
box he'd saved for last.
* * *
"Aha! The mystery gift that's for both of us!" I said, grinning, as he
handed it to me.
"Yup! Go ahead!" Ryan said, smiling with anticipation.
Smiling, I unwrapped it. I was shocked when I opened the box though and
saw a full array of all kinds of sex toys!
"HOLY SHIT!" I cried, grinning incredulously.
Ryan was grinning too, although - lewdly at me, as I pulled a vibrating
dildo out of the box and held it up and looked at it, then him.
"I thought I'd try using that on you while I'm sucking you off!" he said,
suddenly looking horny as hell. My dick, which was already semi-erect,
lurched violently at the thought.
Grinning, I quickly looked through the rest of the box. There was a pair
of butt plugs, an anal prob, ben wah balls, an egg vibrator on a cord,
cock rings, edible underwear, flavored body paint, and a few other
assorted items.
* * *
"Holy Shit!" I said, when I'd finished browsing through all the objects I
knew would bring us both so much pleasure, and looked up grinning at Ryan
again. I could feel my dick rising to complete attention. Ryan's was
too I noticed.
"What'd you do? Go on-line to Fredrick's of Hollywood, or some porn site
and get all this?" I asked.
Ryan chuckled and said "No. Actually, you won't believe how I got them.
See, I still remember Jared's class schedule from when we were living
together, so I went down to his and Steve's room and asked him to drive
me."
"Wait a minute, wait a minute," I said, shaking my head and looking at
Ryan incredulously. "First of all, do you mean to tell me you went down
there and asked him to drive you somewhere, and just like that, he did?"
"Well... I had to convince him he should," Ryan said. "But, basically
that's the gyst of it."
"How'd you convince him of it?" I asked.
Ryan snickered and said, "I got in his face and bitched him out for being
such an asshole to me all the time, and told him he owed me!"
"And just like that, he did it?" I asked, incredulously.
"Yeah!" Ryan said. "I don't know why, but he did. Maybe he was scared
I'd hit him again!"
"Jesus!" I said. "That's weird!"
"Excuse me?" Ryan said, feigning an offended look.
I chuckled and said, "Well... all I meant was that he always makes it out
like he's so macho, and you're a wuss..."
Ryan just smiled.
"Wait a minute," I said. "Where exactly did you have him take you to get
all this anyway?"
"That porn shop down on East Center Street," Ryan said.
"He readily took you to a porn shop?" I asked, not sure if I was
surprised or not.
Ryan laughed and said, "Yeah. I thought it was weird at first too, and
that he wouldn't. But it was almost like he was happy I'd asked. Like
it gave him a legitimate reason to go there."
I noticed Ryan had a strange look on his face, and I got the idea there
was more to the story, so I looked questioningly at him.
Ryan looked uncomfortable for a minute, but then smiled and said,
"Well... see something happened, and he swore me to secrecy - especially
he told me not to tell you! Normally, I'd keep someone's secret if they
asked me, but... I really don't care about him after how he treated me,
and I really don't ever want to keep secrets from you anyway!"
It was my turn to feel, and apparently look, guilty, because he looked
questioningly at me, when I remained silent.
"Maybe if you promised him that, you should keep it a secret," I said,
thinking about how I'd promised Steve the same thing, and had in fact not
told Ryan about my earlier conversation with him.
Ryan looked at me for a minute, obviously in a state of indecision.
After a minute he said, "No, I'm not keeping secrets from you. Besides,
I trust you not to tell anyone what I'm going to tell you."
Again, I felt a twinge of guilt as I thought about Steve. In reality I
wanted to share my conversation with him with Ryan, yet, I did feel a bit
of loyalty to Steve too.
Before I could contemplate my own ethics any further, Ryan grinned
incredulously, and said, "I don't think I could hide this from you
anyway, even if I tried, it's just too good!"
"Jesus!" I said, getting curious and smiling a little. "What the hell
happened?"
Ryan grinned and said, "Well, once we got there, while I was picking this
stuff out, he goes to the cash register and gets some tokens and wanders
out back to a room where there's video booths. He acted like he knew
just what to do, and the guy behind the counter, who had this weird green
spiked hair, but looked kinda cute, seemed to recognize him - greeted him
like he knew him. I think Jared's been there before. In fact, I think
he goes there a lot!"
"Really?" I said, grinning slyly. "Actually, I can picture that I
guess."
"Wait!" Ryan said, grinning a little wildly. "It gets better! When I
finished getting all this stuff and checked out, he's still back there,
so, I decide to go back and get him. Well, the guy with green hair calls
to me as I'm walking back, and says 'they take tokens - you need some?'
Well, I didn't know what he meant, but just as he said that, I noticed a
sign by the door leading out there, and read it and figured out that
there were video machines that only took these tokens to run. It said
they were a dollar each, and to get them from the cashier. So, I turned
around and went back and bought a couple off the green-haired guy, then
headed out back again. When I got there, there wasn't anyone in the
room. Jared wasn't there either. It was a big room with the outer walls
lined with little booths. One booth's light said it was 'in use'. The
rest were empty. I could hear sounds like a girl having an orgasm coming
from the occupied booth. I figured since Jared had gone back there, and
nobody else was there, and it was the only occupied booth, it must be
Jared inside, and he was watching a flick. Well, I was curious about the
whole thing and since I'd bought the tokens, I figured I'd check it out.
I was feeling a bit devilish too, and thought I'd harrass Jared a little,
so I went into the booth next to his! I figured I could pound on the
wall and scare him or something. Anyway, I get in there and there's a
machine to put the tokens in. I drop a token in, and a porn flick comes
up on a little tv that's behind a plexiglass window. It was a guy eating
this girl out. I almost got sick when they showed a closeup! God what
an ugly sight her cunt was!"
I chuckled, and he grinned, then continued, "Anyway, there was a channel
button so I pushed it and it flipped channels like on a TV, and another
porn flick came up. A guy was fucking a girl from behind as she was bent
over the edge of a tall bed. Not quite as sickening, but still! So, I
clicked the button, and dammit - a really hot gay video came on. This
gorgeous guy was sucking off another guy who had a huge dick, and just as
I tuned in, the guy came and blew his load all over the other one's
face! Fuck it was hot! I popped a woody right away!"
I chuckled again, but Ryan grinned incredulously and said, "NO! WAIT!
Listen to this! As I'm watching the flick, during a change-over to a new
scene when there wasn't any good action, I look around and suddenly I
notice one of those holes in the wall where guys stick their dicks
through -"
"There was a glory hole?" I asked, incredulously.
"Yeah, and it was in the wall between mine and Jared's booth!" he said, a
grin crossing his face.
"Oh my GOD! What did you do?" I asked, grinning.
"Well," Ryan said, grinning devilishly. "Of course I squatted down and
looked through into his booth, and sure enough - it's Jared! And he's
got his pants shoved down to the floor, and he's standing there jackin'
away!"
"OH MY GOD!" I cried, laughing. Ryan laughed too.
"Wait!" he cried. "It gets better! You'll never guesss what happened!"
"What?" I said.
"Well..." Ryan continued, looking even more incredulous. "All of a
sudden, as I'm looking through at him, Jared turns and stuffs his hardon
right through the hole at me!"
"NOOOO!" I cried, in astonishment.
"YES!" Ryan cried, laughing.
"OH MY GOD!!! What'd you do?" I cried.
Suddenly Ryan looked a little guilty and blushed. He didn't answer
immediately.
"C'mon, tell me!" I demanded, realizing if he did anything, it wasn't
because he wanted Jared, but just wanted to see what he'd do.
"Well..." Ryan said uncomfortably. "I jacked him off a little!"
"Oh MY GOD!" I cried, grinning. "Really? What'd he do?"
"You're not upset I did that?" Ryan asked, surprised, and a little taken
aback.
"Hell no!" I said, still grinning. "I know you don't give a shit about
him, and were just playing mind games with him! I'd have done the same
thing! So, what happened next?"
Ryan grinned and said, "I so love you Jon!"
"I love you too man," I said smiling. "But what'd Jared do when you
jacked him?"
Ryan chuckled and said, "Well he began moaning right away, then he
started humping back and forth a little, so I kept at it for a few
seconds, but then his slit started to look damp, so I stopped."
"What'd he do?" I asked.
"He stayed there with his cock sticking out at me. It kept bouncing up
and down. He was twitching it up and down, hoping I'd do him some more I
guess. The dampness on the tip of it turned into an actual drop of
precum too. I could tell he was dying for me to finish him off," Ryan
said.
"So - what'd you do?" I asked.
"Well, I hear his movie stop. His token must've run out - they only last
a few minutes. Anyway, he pulled out of the hole and quickly put another
token in. Then, instead of his cock coming back through the hole, like I
expected it would, I suddenly see his lips behind the hole and I hear him
whispering.
Ryan paused and just grinned at me.
"WHAT'D HE SAY?" I burst out.
Ryan laughed, then gleefully he said, 'I'll suck you, if you'll suck
me!'"
"NOT NOW!" I cried, thinking Ryan was suddenly dropping the story to
proposition me, like I'd done with him when he was getting his gifts out
of the dresser. "I wanta know what he said!"
Ryan laughed and said, "NO! That's what HE said!"
I sat looking perplexed at him for a minute, then realized what he was
saying and cried, "WHAT?"
"I know!" Ryan said solemnly. "I was just as surprised!"
"Holy shit!" I said.
"I know," he said again. We just looked at one another a moment.
"WELL???" I cried, finally.
"Well, what?" he asked, looking confused.
"What'd you do?" I cried.
Suddenly Ryan looked really guilty and turned pink.
"YOU DIDN"T!" I cried. "Tell me you didn't suck him off!"
"NO! Of course I didn't," he cried, looking horrified.
"Well, how come you suddenly looked so guilty?" I said.
"I never sucked on him!" Ryan said emphatically.
"OK, but, what DID you do?" I asked.
Looking guilty again, he said, "Well... I stood up and dropped my pants
and stuck my dick through at him."
"YOU DID?" I cried, incredulously.
"Im sorry Jon - I just had to see what he'd do!" he said, looking upset.
"It's OK!" I said, grinning. "I probably would have done the same
thing! I'm just surprised you did it! Of course, what if he was just
baiting you and he had done something nasty to your dick?"
"Shit! I didn't think of that. Well.. he didn't.. Anyway - Really? you
would've stuck your's through too???" Ryan asked.
Grinning I nodded. Then I asked "So what'd he do then?"
Ryan relaxed, then grinned incredulously.
"The asshole actually started to suck my dick!" he said, in a quiet
triumphant voice.
"WHAT??????" I nearly shrieked, absolutely floored! If there hadn't been
parties everywhere in the building, I'm sure some of our neighbors
would've heard my cry.
I never expected to hear that Jared had actually sucked on Ryan. I'd
thought he'd said that to Ryan as a ploy to get sucked himself, and that
he'd never have done it in return!
"I swear!" Ryan said. "He started sucking on me!"
"HOLY SHIT!" I exclaimed.
"I know!" Ryan said.
Neither of of spoke for a couple seconds, as I tried to digest what Ryan
had just said. Suddenly I had a thought.
"Did you cum?" I asked.
"NO!" Ryan cried, indignantly. "I wouldn't give him my cum! I save it
all for you! After he sucked me for a minute, I pulled out."
"Oh," I said, grinning, as a warm fuzzy feeling spread through me about
what Ryan said about saving all his jism for me.
"Would you have let him do you all the way?" Ryan asked, looking
concerned.
"Well... it'd be interesting to see if he swallowed," I said, laughing.
"But, no. I save mine for you too!"
Ryan grinned again then and said, "I guess I do have to agree with you
though that it would've been interesting to see if he'd let me cum in his
mouth! Still... I wouldn't want him to have it. Beside, as he sucked on
me I suddenly realized that if he did this to me, not knowing it was me,
and thinking I was a stranger, he probably did it with other guys too,
and who knew what he might have, so I got scared and pulled out. I was
actually only in his mouth a few seconds. Just long enough to get over
the shock of the fact he was actually sucking on me!"
"Guess you have a point," I said. "Good thinking."
"Thanks," he said.
"What happened then?" I asked.
"It was great. He looked through the hole then, up at me! All I could
do was look down at him and smirk. You should've heard how he cried
'Fuucck!' really loudly in this absolutely devastated tone," Ryan said.
He started laughing at the memory of it, and I roared at the thought of
it.
"'You fucking asshole!' he bellowed at me," Ryan chortled gleefully.
Then seriously again he said, "I quickly got dressed and left, and went
out to the parking lot. When he finally came out a few minutes later,
his face was purple, and his eyes looked like he'd been crying. He was
obviously both mortified, and furious."
"Did he do anything to you?" I asked, suddenly scared for Ryan.
Ryan chuckled and said, "Before he could say or do anything, I said 'If
you even try and touch me, I'll pound your ass into the ground!' He
stopped walking toward me and for an instant looked surprised. Quickly
he looked both frustrated and even more mad though. I decided I needed
to come off sounding threatening, so I started walking toward him and
hollered, 'You're a fucking hypocrite Jared! I can't believe this is how
you really are after all the shit you dished out to me!' I was yelling
really angrily at him too. I really meant what I was saying. Suddenly
he lost the angry look and looked scared. 'You fucking asshole!' I said
to him. I was truly disgusted with him then. We just stood looking at
one another. AS we did, his eyes watered up and he started looking like
he was gonna cry again."
Ryan's tone changed then, and I could tell he was upset at the memory of
what happened.
"I couldn't help myself" he said, sounding embarrassed, but still with an
undertone of anger in his voice. "I was pissed off at him for how he
treated me, so I started in on him again - trying to force him over the
edge - I wanted to see him cry! I bellowed at him telling him he was a
bigger faggot than I was, because he couldn't admit to being gay even to
his roommate who'd admitted being gay himself, and then on top of it he
treated me like shit when I came out! Then I hollered 'I should put an ad
in the school news and tell them what you really are!'"
Ryan's tirade stopped, and he looked sheepishly at me and said, "I
realized then, when he burst into tears and begged me not to tell anyone,
that I was being just as bad as he had been to me. Although... I was
glad he was feeling what I felt! I'm not proud of how I treated him. He
truly is a weaker person than I am, and he's really messed up, and I
should've been more mature about it."
"Wow!" I said, smiling at Ryan's newly found inner strength and
awareness. Then I added, "It's OK! He deserved it! Besides, you
figured a lot out about yourself too."
"I guess," Ryan said. "Anyway, I told him to stop crying, that I
wouldn't tell anyone. He asked if I meant it, and I said I did. He
thanked me then, and apologized for how he'd always treated me. I was
surprised, but nodded. He said then he wasn't really gay, but he was
always horny and just couldn't get any girls to go out with him, much
less sleep with him. I suggested his personality had a few flaws in it,
and if he'd change his attitude a little and become a nicer guy, maybe
he'd be able to get a girl. 'You think so?' he asked. 'Yeah,' I said,
'But... Jared, I think I can understand if a straight guy's desperate and
he lets a gay guy suck on him, but... I don't really think a guy who's
totally straight would ever suck on another guy, even in exchange for
being sucked on!' He looked miserably at me and just said, 'I swear -
I'm not gay!' 'Whatever' I said. Then I suggested we drive back to
campus. We didn't talk anymore til we got back. He again asked me to
promise not to tell anyone, and I did."
"WOW!" I said.
* * *
A minute later, I chuckled and said, "Son of a bitch!"
"What?" he asked.
"Well..." I said, and I felt a twinge of guilt. "I kinda am keeping a
secret for Steve too."
"Really?" Ryan asked, surprised.
"Yeah, it's something that just came up when we were having a beer
earlier," I said. "Like with you and Jared, he made me promise not to
tell anyone, especially you."
"Oh," Ryan said, looking hurt.
"Relax," I said. "I agree! We shouldn't keep secrets from one another,
although, if we tell each other what we know, we both need to keep the
secret then. Anyway, let me tell you mine. It's not half as good
though!"
Ryan smiled then.
Smiling, I told him then about the conversation that Steve and I had had,
where Steve admitted to regularly having oral sex with his brother, and
that he'd have liked it if he and I had gotten into a similar
relationship.
"Christ!" Ryan said, when I'd finished. "I wonder what would happen if
he and Jared knew each other's secrets?"
"Yeah," I said. "Wonder what would happen?"
Ryan looked at me and I looked at him. I could tell he was thinking the
same thing I was.
"Should we tell them?" he asked, finally.
"I don't know," I said.
"I bet if we did, and told them we wouldn't tell anyone else, they'd give
each other a try! Hell... maybe they'd end up a couple like us!" Ryan
said.
I laughed and said, "I don't think it'd go that far! I seriously think
Steve likes girls and wants a wife someday. And maybe Jared does too. I
do think they're both 'bi' at least though!"
Ryan nodded and said, "So... should we open their eyes?"
I smiled and thought for a minute.
"I don't know," I said, indecisively, finally.
Ryan smiled and said "OK... we don't have to think about it now. Enough
about them... how about we try these toys out?"
I grinned then and said, "After we finish our presents!"
* * *
"OH OK" Ryan said, grinning, and he reached up on his shelf and pulled
out one more small present.
His smile faded a moment later and he looked suspiously at me and asked,
"How'd you know I had one more for you though?"
"I didn't," I said, surprised, but smiling. I'd been thinking about the
one I'd hidden, that I had for him, well... us, yet.
"Well, I left what I hope you'll think is best, for last," he said,
smiling again, although he looked a little uncertain suddenly.
Turning, he sat down next to me and handed me the package then,
apparently too engrossed in giving me his gift to stop and think about my
answer about not knowing he had one more gift.
Smiling, I ripped the bow off, and ripped the paper off. Inside was a CD
case. The paper cover inside the case was plain, with "For Jon - My Best
Friend & Lover! With all my love, Ryan", written on it.
"What's this?" I asked, looking at it, smiling wonderingly.
Ryan's smile faded a little, and he looked a little nervous and
embarrassed.
"OH GOD! You're probably going to think this is SO LAME!" he lamented
suddenly.
"What?... Why? I don't get it. What is it?" I asked, surprised at his
behavior.
"Oh... just go ahead and play it," he said, looking more nervous and
embarrassed.
"Are you OK?" I asked, concerned, because he looked really strange.
He just smiled wanly and nodded nervously.
Really curious by then, I took the CD out of the case and popped it into
the CD player, replacing a TSO Disc that had been playing.
As I pressed the "play" button, Ryan looked at me and said, "I want you
to know that no matter how bad this is, it's the sentiment that counts.
Cause, this is exactly how I feel about you Jon."
He looked serious, but even more embarrassed.
The music started then, and I recognized the instrumental opening of a
country/rock song I'd heard before. I couldn't remember the title right
off, or the words, but it was one I liked. I also remembered hearing
Ryan humming it every so often lately.
A moment later as the lyrics started, I recognized the song as "Amazed"
by Lonestar. I also realized though that it wasn't the lead singer of
the band who was singing! My eyes got huge as I looked at Ryan, who's
face was growing darker red as the seconds passed by. It was his voice
singing the words! He sounded good too! I wasn't just "amazed", I
totally was stunned!
After my initial shock wore off, I remembered what Ryan had said about
this song being how he felt about me. I began to pay attention to the
words then. As I listened to Ryan singing of his feelings both for and
about me, my eyes started to smart, and a slight lump formed in my
throat.
Ryan finally worked up the courage to look up at me, for my reaction,
about midway through the song. When he saw that I was blinking back
tears, he grinned widely, which only caused my eyes to water more. As he
watched how emotional I was getting, I saw him begin swallowing and
blinking too.
By the time the final chorus -
"Every little thing that you do,
I'm so in love with you,
It just keeps getting better!
I want to spend the rest of my life
With you by my side,
Forever and ever!
Every little thing that you do -
Baby, I'm amazed by you"
had played, I couldn't fight my feelings any longer and a tear broke free
and ran down my cheek. Ryan was still smiling, although his lower jaw
was trembling, and he was blinking a bit more.
When the song ended, we sat in silence, looking at each other, both
sniffling just a little.
"That was so beautiful!" I said. "But it's not fair! I'm the one who's
amazed by YOU!"
Ryan's lower jaw started to wobble even more then, and he quickly rubbed
his eyes with his fists.
"Did you mean it when you sang that you want to spend the rest of your
life with me?" I asked.
Smiling, Ryan nodded.
Grinning, I reached back for the small package I'd saved for a final
surprise for Ryan. I didn't give it to him though.
"This is something I got for both of us," I said, sniffing, as I ripped
the bow and paper off the small black velvet box.
With tears filling my eyes, I grinned and spun around and dropped onto
one knee in front of Ryan, holding up the box. He froze and his eyes
suddenly got huge, as he realized what was happening.
"Ryan Fitzpatrick," I said, in a slightly quavering voice. "I've never
loved anyone as much as I love you! And I know that you're the one
person I want to spend the rest of my life with too. Will you agree to
be my partner for life?"
I opened the box then to reveal two heavy gold wedding bands with an
ornate carving etched deeply into each one.
"Oh God!" Ryan cried in a shrill, raspy voice. Tears started flowing
freely from his eyes then, and he began crying.
"I.....l-love... you... so much!" he gasped. Then smiling as best he
could, he cried, "YES! I'll be your partner!"
Grinning, as tears began to run down my cheeks as well, I took the rings
from the box and put one on Ryan's right ring finger, and the other on
mine. Then I stood up and pulled Ryan fully up onto the bed. As I
gently lowered my body down over his, he reached out and pulled me into
an embrace. I laid my arms on either side of his body and held my head
up, and looked down at him. We were both grinning at each other, as we
clung to each other's naked body, still both sobbing happily.
After a minute or so, we both got control of ourselves.
"I love you so much Ryan!" I said, smiling, and sniffling.
"I love you too Jon!" he replied, also sniffling and grinning at me.
I leaned in and we shared a tender kiss. Then I kissed him longer and
harder. As I did, I felt his penis becoming erect. Mine was beginning
to swell as well. I lifted my pelvis up for a moment, so they could both
spring into a more comfortable position - laying flat, pressed between
our bodies.
When we broke our kiss to breathe for a moment, Ryan murmured, "Make love
to me Jon!"
* * *
Smiling, I reached for a tube of KY jelly that was within reach. I
opened it and squirted some onto my fingers. As I lifted my pelvis up to
lubricate my cock, Ryan pulled his legs up, and back, spreading them,
opening his buttocks for me. I reached between us and directed the tip
of my penis at his tight pucker. Gently, and slowly, I pressed forward.
Ryan's mouth opened and his eyes opened wider, as I felt the head of my
cock spreading his sphincter open, and then my shaft gliding through his
opening, up into his body.
"Mmmmm..." he moaned softly, as I slowly pushed my way inside him, as
usual, marveling over the hot, soft, glove-like fit of his rectum around
my pole.
When I was fully buried inside Ryan, I paused and we looked into each
other's eyes, and smiled. I kissed him, and he responded. We kissed for
a minute or so. Finally, as we continued kissing, I began sliding out of
him, to the point that only the head of my cock was inside him yet.
Slowly I began sliding back down into Ryan's love canal, and we continued
dueling with each other's tongues. It's a wonder we could breathe at
all!
Slowly, I began fucking in and out of Ryan's asshole, as we continued
kissing.
After a couple of minutes, of fucking Ryan, as we kissed the entire time,
he began emitting soft low moans, and his breathing became heavier. His
mouth began moving a little more roughly as well. He was obviously
getting excited. My penis must have been rubbing his prostate gland in a
nice way!
I began fucking Ryan even faster and harder then. I could feel a
churning in my groin, and Ryan's moans and kissing became more vigorous.
Soon, I was humping up and down, swiftly shoving my cock in and out of
Ryan's rectum, and deftly making love to his mouth, with my mouth. We
were both breathing fast and loudly through our nostrils, which were open
wide. I could feel my orgasm building, and from the way Ryan's pelvis
was wiggling, I could tell his was as well.
Ryan's groans became louder, and his kissing more demanding. I was
fighting to hold off my climax as long as possible, hoping for a mutual
orgasm.
Soon, we were both thrashing about, breathing frantically in and out of
our noses, as we devoured each other's mouths. My dick was flying in and
out of Ryan's hole like a piston, and we were both groaning passionately.
"UMMMMMMMmmmmm!!!" Ryan groaned loudly, suddenly. He almost bit my
tongue off, and his asshole clamped my cock tightly. Suddenly there was
a moist slickness lubricating our abdomens as they crashed together.
Ryan was cumming, blowing his load all over our bellies.
The onset of Ryan's orgasm was the catalyst of my own. With a groan, I
suddenly a load of hot juice of my own, deep inside Ryan's intestines.
"MMMmmmmm!!!" Ryan moaned, and my penis was grapsed once again, while our
bellies were lubricated even more.
Moaning, I flooded Ryan's bowels again. My penis began moving in and out
even easier then, as my cum lubricated his orifice.
We continued kissing and I continued fucking Ryan, until both our orgasms
finally ended. Only when I was sure we were both finished, did I stop
fucking Ryan, relaxing and pushing my cock deep into him, thoroughly
smearing his semen all over between our bodies. I also lessened the
intesity of my kissing, and he followed suit. After a minute, we broke
our mouths apart and breathing heavily through our mouths, stared into
each other's eyes.
"Fuck that was something!" he gasped finally.
I grinned and said, "It most certainly was! Merry Christmas Ryan!
"Merry Christmas Jon!" he replied smiling. "I love you!"
"I love you too!" I said smiling.
I laid down fully then, and we laid still coupled together, holding one
another, both breathing heavily, as we enjoyed the warmth of the
aftermath of our love making.
* * *
Eventually, once my penis had shrunk back to normal, Ryan playfully
pushed it out of his rectum with his ass muscles. I rolled off him then,
and laid down next to him. He lowered his legs then and relaxed as
well. We just lay together, side by side for a few minutes, fully
recovering.
As we laid there, my mind wandered back to our revelation about both
Steve and Jared.
"You're thinking about them, aren't you?" Ryan asked. I looked toward
him and he was studying my face.
"Yeah," I said, smiling. "How about we take a quick shower, get dressed,
and go down there and give them a christmas present - each other?"
A smile lit up Ryan's face, and he threw back the blankets.
"Excellent idea!" he declared.
We took a quick shower together, washing each other thoroughly. Neither
of us developed more than a semi-erection though, due to the fact we'd
had so much sex in the past few hours, and, we were both excited, albeit
a bit nervous as well, about going to see Steve and Jared.
After drying each other off, we quickly dressed, then headed down to
Steve's & Jared's room.
It was after midnight when we got down to their floor, and things were a
lot quieter. Many students had left the party and gone back to their
rooms already, because there were still classes the next day. Jared was
back from wherever he'd been. We found him and Steve in the lounge on
their floor. Both were mildly toasted.
Steve was happy to see me. Jared got a tense look on his face though,
until Ryan sat next to him and smiled. Tentatively, and probably due to
all the beers he'd drunk, Jared, returned the smile with a small one of
his own, although he still looked a little leery of us.
I asked them if we could go back to their room, telling them that we had
something for them.
Surprised, but curious they agreed. We all got up and headed for their
room then.
When we got there, they looked at us expectantly, as I closed the door.
I noticed that Ryan looked nervous though, and realized I was going to be
the one to tell them.
"OK...um...look, we have something to tell you. At first, you might not
be too happy about it, but you gotta trust us, it'll be OK, really!" I
said.
The smile faded from Steve's face. As he stood looking at me, still
wearing his Santa hat, he raised an eyebrow in a curious, although
slightly critical way. Jared glanced nervously at Ryan, and seemed to
suddenly be sober again. Neither said anything though, so I continued.
"Listen, recently Jared shared a secret about himself with Ryan, and
tonight, Steve shared one with me about himself," I said.
Initially, both of them looked horrified, but quickly, they each began to
look angry.
"Yes, Ryan and I told each other your secrets, but we swear, nobody else
will hear them from us!" I said.
"See, we can't keep secrets from each other," Ryan jumped in.
Livid, Jared glared at Ryan, who began to look a little frightened. I
wondered if maybe we hadn't made a mistake.
Looking mortified and hurt, Steve looked at me and said in a raspy
voice, "You told him? After I asked you to promise not to? I thought
our friendship meant something to you!"
"It does Steve, you have to trust me on this!" I said. "And Jared, you
have to trust us too!"
Jared swung his gaze toward me and glared. I looked steadily back at
him. At first he just seemed angry at both of us, but then he must've
remembered that I now knew his secret too, because he suddenly turned
crimson and looked mortified again.
"Please - " he started to plead.
"Relax Jared," I said. "We know what we're doing.
Jared began to look hyper, realizing we were going to out him to Steve.
"PLEASE!" he cried, looking beseechingly at me. "Please keep this to
yourself!"
Seeing how upset Jared was, Steve seemed to forget I'd told Ryan HIS
secret, and looked curiously back and forth between me and Jared.
"We both prmise this will go no further!" I said. "Yes Jared, I know
what happened when you took Ryan shopping. And Steve, Ryan knows about
our conversation earlier. We're not going to say anything to anyone
about it though. It's your business, and it'll stay your business."
They both looked a little relieved, but uncertain about why we were
there, and why we were telling them this. They also kept glancing
curiously at each other. Steve still looked perturbed with me, and Jared
was obviously still angry with Ryan.
"The reason we came down here was to give you guys a Christmas present,"
I continued.
They both suddenly looked confused as they looked at me.
"And that's that you'll both keep your mouths shut?" Steve asked, almost
billigerently.
I smiled slightly and said, "No Steve. We're gonna give you something
better than that. We're gonna share your secret with Jared, and his with
you!"
Steve's eyes flew wide open, and he looked horrified. I quickly glanced
at Jared and saw he looked just as suprised.
"PLEASE DON'T!" Jared cried, frantically. "I Swear I'm sorry for
anything I did that hurt either of you! I'll do anything you want! Just
PLEASE don't tell ANYONE anything!"
"Yeah," Steve said, no longer interested in Jared's secret, obviously
just worried about the sanctity of his own. "What the fuck kinda
Christmas present is this you're talking about? All it's gonna do is
embarrass us... well, I don't know what his secret is, but it sounds like
it'll embarrass him... I know mine'll embarrass me! Christ Jon! I
thought we were like brothers! Brothers don't do this to each other!"
I felt a stab of guilt shoot through me, and wondered if maybe we were
making the right decision. Although, as I looked at him I got an idea.
"Steve! Would you trust your real brother to make the right decisions
about things that concern you?" I asked.
He looked at me confused for a moment, but finally, nodded and said,
"Well, yeah. But he'd never betray me!"
"OK, well, it might seem like that's what's going on here, that I've
betrayed you, and that I'm going to do it a second time, but Steve - I
know what I'm doing, and I do think of you as a brother. And because of
that, I'd never do anything to hurt you! In fact, I'd only ever do
things that would help you!" I said. "So... can you please try to trust
me on this? I know given what your secret is, thta it seems like it
could never be a good thing for me to share it with Jared, but, I know in
the end it will be. So can you please at least give me the chance to
prove to you that I'm right about this?"
Steve looked at me for a minute, mildly surprised, and very confused, by
what I said. I could tell that my words made sense to him, but that he
couldn't fathom how telling Jared that he and his brother suck each
other's dicks could possibly be something beneficial to him.
I was genuinely surprised when even though he looked hurt, betrayed,
embarrassed and scared, he nodded slightly.
I couldn't help breaking into a warm smile.
"You won't regret it!" I said, still smiling.
He just gazed at me with an "I'd better not" look in his eyes.
When I looked at Jared, he glared angrily at me for a minute. Then he
turned and looked at Ryan, and sneered even more angrily. He was like a
cornered animal.
I was surprised when Ryan spoke.
"I know you have no reason to think of me as your 'brother' like Steve
and Jon do," Ryan said. "And I really don't even want you to think of me
that way. But Jared, I know what you're going through. And I know the
feelings you're having. I'm also not an asshole...I was going to say -
like you just then, but... I'll recant that before I do. I understand
why you always behave the way you do with me now that you know I'm gay.
Anyway, the point is, I'm NOT trying to hurt you. In fact, what we're
doing may even save you from getting hurt. You'll just have to trust me
on this. It'll be alright. I promise!"
Everyone was quiet for a few seconds, as Jared looked back and forth
between Ryan and me. Suddenly Jared tried to jump up and bolt to the
door.
I got up and blocked his path.
"Come on!" he whined, his face twisted with emotional pain and
embarrassment. "If you're gonna blab everything, at least let me get out
of here first!"
I grabbed Jared's shoulders and held him in place.
"Can't do that," I said. "Remember, this is a two-part present. You get
to hear Steve's secret too. And Jared, you'll like it! I promise!"
He looked miserably at me, then suddenly looked angry like he was going
to try and fight me.
"Don't even think it!" I snapped, angrily, pulling myself up a little to
look bigger and threatening.
Jared looked a little taken aback. I stared threateningly at him for a
moment, then relaxed my stance and my grip on his shoulders a little, but
continued holding onto him, with my back to the door.
"We're not going to share any details about your secrets with you," I
said. "Whether you two do later on or not, well that's up to you. We're
only going to tell you one thing about each other. And that's that
you're both alike - a lot more than you think! And we think, if you knew
each other's secrets - your lives would be happier, fuller, and even
safer than they are now! So... our christmas present to you guys is to
tell you that you both are willing to suck another guy's dick, if that
guy will suck your's back!"
Jared closed his eyes in mortification, and I felt his shoulder muscles
relax in my hands, as if he was finally defeated.
Steve's eyes looked watery, and he stared at me mortified as well that
I'd really told his secret.
Ryan and I looked at each other. I shrugged a little, then we waited.
After a minute I noticed that Steve's expression was changing. The look
of horror slipped away, and he slowly turned and looked at Jared, with a
surprised look on his face.
"Is that true about you?" Steve asked.
Jared looked more embarrassed than I've ever seen him. Slowly though, he
opened his eyes and looked at Steve, who was looking at him
questioningly.
"You'll suck dick to get sucked too?" Steve asked again.
Looking beaten and red-faced, Jared looked at him, but then his
expression faded and he too looked a little questioningly at Steve.
Finally he nodded affirmatively at him.
Steve looked surprised, but suddenly the corners of his lips turned
upward and he said, "Fuck me! Jon's right! Didn't you hear him Jare?
We are alike! I'll suck a dick too, as long as I get sucked back!"
Jared looked at him for a minute. As he did, his eyes opened in
surprise.
"Really?" he asked finally in an incredulous tone.
"Yup!" Steve said, smiling sheepishly. "But like I said, only as long as
I get sucked back!"
Slowly, Jared smiled then too. He backed away from me and sat back down
on the edge of his bed.
Ryan and I relaxed and smiled at one another.
"Guess we can get out of here so they can talk... or... 'get together'
maybe!" I said.
Both their heads swiveled toward me. They both had strange looks of
surprise, confusion, and embarrassment on their faces.
"Come on guys!" I said. "You both wanta be sucked, and you're both
willing to do it in order to get it! So what? Do it! Make yourselves
happy!"
Then I looked at Steve and said, "Unless Mary sucked all your juice out
earlier!"
Steve suddenly looked downcast and said, "She never showed. Must've had
a higher paying customer!"
"So you're all full of jizz yet then!" I said, smiling. "Well... maybe
you two can help each other out!"
The corners of Steve's mouth turned up a little as he looked at me. Then
as he glanced at Jared, he blushed a little, but I saw his eyes move to
Jared's crotch.
Jared saw it too, and a smile began to appear on his face as well.
"C'mon Ry," I said. "I think our work here is done!"
As we got up, both of them looked at me and got up too. Their smiles
broadened slightly, although they both looked more nervous than before.
I did notice though that they each had a bulge forming in the fronts of
their pants though.
Steve looked at me and said, "I should be pissed as hell at you ya know!"
"Yeah, me too!" Jared said, looking at Ryan.
"We promise not to tell ANYONE else!" Ryan said, Then he held out his
hand displaying the ring I'd given him, grabbed my hand and held it up
next to his, showing off my ring as well, and continued, "It's just Jon
and I are a real couple now! We're totally committed to each another,
so... we can't keep secrets from one another. But we promise not to tell
anyone else any secrets you've told us, or anything you tell us in the
future! So stop worrying, and ... well... get naked and have some fun
with each other! It's Christmas!"
Steve looked at me, surprised.
"You two got married?" he asked.
I chuckled and said, "Well... this state doesn't recognize gay marriages
yet, so... for now, we've just pledged ourselves to each other! But...
someday maybe!"
Steve snorted and grinned "Well... congratulations I guess!"
"Thanks!" I said, smiling. "So are we friends yet?"
A little bashfully, he smiled and nodded.
"Cool! Cause I'd hate to lose you as a friend!" I said, smiling.
Steve grinned then and turned and impulsively hugged me tightly. I
hugged him back, and as I did, I felt his hardon pressing against me.
As we were embracing, Jared looked at Ryan, who was looking at him.
"Look," Jared said. "We haven't ever really been friends, but...
Thanks... I guess."
"You're welcome!" Ryan said, smiling.
Ryan stepped over to Jared then, who looked scared that Ryan might try to
hug him too.
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna hug you!" Ryan chuckled, reading his mind.
He leaned in close to Jared though and whispered in his ear, "Just a hint
... when you suck on a dick, don't let your teeth scrape so much!"
Jared jerked back, as if he'd suddenly been burned, and looked at Ryan
surprised.
"Just think about how you want it to feel when he does you," Ryan
muttered in a low, barely audible tone.
Jared looked at him a moment completely uncertain about how to respond.
Finally though, he smiled a little and nodded.
"C'mon!" I said to Ryan then. "Let's get back to our own celebrating,
and let these guys get to know each other a little more intimately."
Both Steve and Jared blushed as they looked at us. Quickly Steve looked
over at Jared, as he did, Jared looked up at him. Their eyes met for a
moment, but quickly they diverted their attention from one another. I
noticed both had full tents in their crotches though.
"Merry Christmas guys!" I said.
They both smiled and sheepishly said "Merry Christmas" back to me.
"Merry Christmas," Ryan said.
Steve smiled and returned his greeting.
Jared looked at Ryan a moment, but finally smiled a little and said,
"Merry Christmas Ryan."
Ryan smiled and nodded.
We left then, and Steve and Jared shut their door behind us.
"Fuck I so wanta know what's happening with them now!" Ryan said, as we
headed back up to our room.
"I know," I agreed. "But... we may never find out. Or, if we do, it
probably won't be for a while!"
* * *
By the time we got back to our room, it was just going on 1AM. We both
had classes in the morning yet, and hadn't packed to leave for home for
Christmas vacation yet either. Between our afternoon and evening of sex,
broken up by dinner, and the bottle of wine we shared with it, then all
the emotional stress over outting Steve and Jared to each other, we were
both exhausted and yawning. As we stripped, we both chuckled over the
fact that we were both so tired and spent, and that neither of us even
had a semi-erection.
"C'mon," I said. "Let's put on a soft Christmas CD, and just go to bed
and snuggle."
"Sounds great to me!" Ryan said, smiling.
He stepped over to the CD player and looked at the CDs sitting next to
it. Quickly he selected one and popped it in. When it started playing
he adjusted the sound so it was playing so softly we could just hear it.
While Ryan was putting on the music, I opened my bed up and crawled in,
waiting for him.
Smiling Ryan turned and climbed into bed next to me. Sleeping together
in a twin bed was a tight fit, but we were both skinny, and enjoyed
sleeping wrapped in each other's arms, so it was more than adequately
comfortable for us.
As we squirmed about and got comfortable, Ryan snuggled into my embrace
as I lay half on my back, half on my left side. I wrapped my arms around
him, and he rolled onto his belly, resting half on, half off me, draping
his arm around my right side. His head was lying in the crook of my
armpit, up on my shoulder, and my head was turned so my forehead was
lying up against his. I could feel his warm breath on my breast as he
exhaled through his nose. Finally we were settled comfortably.
"G'night Jon. I love you!" Ryan said.
"I love you to Ryan," I said. "G'night and Merry Christmas!"
"Merry Christmas," he muttered. A moment later he was asleep.
I listened to a few bars of the song playing on the CD player, and basked
in the warmth of Ryan's body snuggled up to me for what would be the last
time for a week or two. All too soon, I too must've drifted off to sleep
as well.
* * *
The next morning we both woke groaning as the alarm went off. I reached
over and pounded on the 'snooze' button, and we both continued to lie
perfectly still.
It was our last day of classes before vacation.
As we laid together, unmoving, as we slowly woke, I felt Ryan's erection
pressed up against me. It flexed slightly a couple of times, and I
looked out the corner of my eye at him. He had a smile on his face.
"Care to shower with me?" he asked in a thick voice, as he began to roll
onto his back and stretch.
I smiled and said, "Of course!"
Grinning fully then, Ryan pushed the covers off us and got up. His penis
was full and throbbing. His eyes lit up as he gazed at my penis, which
was also stiff and laying on my belly pointing up at my head.
"Let's go then, so we have time to grab some breakfast before classes,"
he said, yawning and stretching.
Yawning in return, I stretched too, then got up and followed him into the
bathroom.
Ryan had the water going in the shower to heat up, and was holding his
hardon down, straining to piss awkwardly into the toilet, by the time I
walked into the bathroom. Once he was finished, I assumed a similar
position and urinated as well. As I did, I suddenly felt a finger poke
into the crevice of my ass crack and press up against my pucker.
"Fuck!" I cried, lurching forward and pissing all over the wall.
Ryan laughed hysterically, but continued fingering and poking my anus, as
I fought to get my penis aimed back down at the toilet bowl. In doing
so, I pushed back forcefully with my hips. The result was that my stream
of pee returned to the toilet, but I ended up gasping loudly, as Ryan's
finger burst through my sphincter and lodged up inside my rectum.
"Get your finger out of my ass while I'm pissing!" I snarled.
Giggling, Ryan wiggled his finger about for a moment, but then retracted
it from my ass.
"You asshole! Now I pissed all over the wall!" I cried.
As Ryan burst into full fledged laughter, I snapped, "I'm not cleaning it
up either! You are!"
Still chortling, as I squirted the last bit of pee from my bladder into
the toilet, Ryan reached for some papertowels. After I finished peeing,
he stepped over and dutifully wiped up my mess, then used a wet soapy
papertowel to quickly wash down the wall and the back of the toilet.
"Asshole!" I muttered, as he continued grinning at me.
"It was worth it to see your reaction," he chuckled.
I glared at him and said, "I think we'd best get showering now!"
We got into the shower then. The hot water felt nice and warm as it
cascaded down on my still half asleep body. The pleasant feeling erased
my annoyance over Ryan's ill-timed anal probe. And within seconds, I
became fully awake and forgiving, as Ryan squatted, and went down on me!
Ryan sucked on my dick and masturbated the base of it, while cupping my
scrotum with his other hand, and fondling my balls for a couple of
minutes, as I marveled at the euphoric feelings he was causing me.
Occasionally, he'd abandon my balls and snake his finger between my ass
cheeks again and tickle my asshole. I was much more interested in him
molesting me that way at that point, than I'd been a few minutes earlier
while peeing.
Shortly, I began to feel my orgasm beginning to build. Ryan sensed this
and forced his finger up inside me again and began rubbing my prostate as
he sped up his ministrations with his mouth and other hand on my penis!
Within seconds, I was groaning as my hips were pulsating back and forth,
and I gripped the safety bar tightly, while my body was wracked with
spasms of joy, and I ejaculated several times into Ryan's waiting mouth.
Ryan continued sucking sensually on me, until my orgasm ended and he's
sucked the last bit of cum from my testicles.
He stood up grinning at me, as weak kneed, I stood smiling back at him,
still gripping the safety bar for support.
"Better now?" he asked, grinning at me as water sprayed down on us.
"Oh yeah! God I love waking up this way!" I said, leaning in for a
kiss.
Ryan kissed me back, and I tasted the flavor of my own cum in his mouth.
It sent an arotic shiver through me.
Ryan broke our kiss after a minute, and was about to say something, but I
quickly squatted down and devoured his throbbing cock. He never said
whatever he was going to say. Instead, he just gasped pleasurefully.
I slid my mouth up and down on Ryan's stiff rod for a couple of minutes,
also fondling his precious eggs, until I felt them pulling up toward his
body, and felt his hips beginning to pulsate back and forth slightly.
Then I reached between his thighs and slid the middle finger of my other
hand between his buttocks and began lightly rubbing his hole, as I sped
up sucking on him, and continued kneading his testicles.
Ryan moaned and whimpered with pleasure then, as he tried to hold off
the inevitable.
Seconds later, he gasped and I felt his anus contract under my fingertip,
as a glob of his love juice blasted against the back of my throat, and my
mouth was filled with the salty tangy flavor of his seed. Quickly I
swallowed, as I continued working on him, and a second later, he flooded
my mouth again with his essence.
Ryan came a few more times as I kept on sucking and fondling him. When
his orgasm ended, I continued fellating him for another minute or so,
until, he gave a final shudder of joy, and I tasted the last bit of his
goodness spread over my tongue.
Gently Ryan pushed me off of him then, and smiling down at me said, "God
that was great!"
I grinned back at him as I stood up and said, "I'm gonna miss you over
Christmas!"
"Me too," he said. "So... I know we talked about getting together after
the holiday, before New Years. You still wanta do that?"
"Hell yeah!" I said, grinning. "I'll come down to your house after
Christmas, then bring you up to my house, and we can come back here from
there!"
"Cool!" he said, grinning.
"I think we better finish up for now though, or we won't get breakfast,"
I said.
"Yeah," Ryan said.
Quickly we finished showering and got dressed.
We had just enough time before running off to our first classes to grab
some breakfast, which we did.
* * *
As we were leaving the Student Union, Steve and Jared, who both looked
completely exhausted, but were both wearing smiles, walked in together.
We looked at them and their smiles broadened into grins. Both blushed a
little as well. As we grinned and looked questioningly at them, Steve
nodded, then Jared did, as they both turned redder!
Ryan, who was grinning hugely, suddenly and impulsively grabbed Jared and
hugged him. Jared looked shocked, but after a minute, grinned and
wrapped his arms around Ryan and squeezed him tightly.
"I should be pissed as hell at you for telling about me, but I'm not!" he
said softly. "Just don't tell anyone else!"
"I won't!" Ryan said.
They maintained their hug for a minute, then broke apart. Steve and I
who were standing on opposite sides of them grinned at each other. I
winked at him, and his grin broadened. We bumped fists then between Ryan
and Jared.
"Merry Christmas man," I said.
"You too!" Steve said, smiling.
We took off then for our classes, while Steve and Jared, who had free
period first period, went to get some breakfast.
* * *
I couldn't concentrate during any of my classes. All I could think about
was Ryan. As I daydreamed about him, I kept on playing with the ring on
my finger, while the professors droned on. Suddenly I realized, that my
mother was probably going to see the ring and ask about it. What the
hell was I going to tell her? How was I going to explain a wedding ring
on my finger????? All through the rest of my classes, that's all I could
think about then.
When I got back to our room, Ryan had just arrived. Oddly, he looked
pre-occupied, just like I felt.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked.
He looked a little uncertainly at me, then said, "I think I'm gonna come
out to my parents while I'm home!"
My eyes widened momentarily, then relaxed. As I smiled a little, he
looked curiously at me.
Just as he was going to speak again, I grinned and said, "Guess you're
worried about them seeing your ring too, and asking about it?"
Ryan looked surprised for a moment, but then smiled and said, "Well, that
had occurred to me, but moreover, I really can't stand hiding it from
them anymore, and worrying about what their reactions will be when they
find out! So... I decided, I'm gonna tell them and if they don't like
it... well... I don't know what I'll do. I don't think they'll do
anything though... I kinda think they suspect already."
"Really?" I asked, a little surprised.
"Yeah," he said. "They used to always bug me about finding a girlfriend
and stuff, but then they stopped. I'm not sure, but... I think maybe my
mom found one of my gay porn magazines under my bed about then."
I smirked a little at the thought, then got serious again.
"I hope it goes well," I said. "You'll let me know right away, right?"
"Yeah...um... I'm gonna wait til after Christmas though, if I can," he
said.
My mind was swirling at that point. Ryan was coming out to his parents.
What if they hated him for it? What would happen to him? To us? Would
my mother see my ring and wonder about me? What would happen if I told
her about me and Ryan? I wanted to tell her too, but I was scared!
"Um... do you think I shouldn't?" he asked, looking strangely at me.
"N-no, it's fine," I said. "I just hope they take it OK."
"Oh, cause you looked funny," he said.
"Well... I was just wondering what I was going to tell my mother when she
asks about my ring," I said.
"Are you thinking of taking it off?" Ryan asked, looking closely at me.
I couldn't read his feelings. I'd actually thought about doing just
that, but I somehow realized that if I did, when I brought Ryan home with
me, and took it off again, he'd feel hurt. Especially since he was
coming out to his parents. Suddenly I realized what I had to do. I too
had to "come out" to my mother too!
"Well?" Ryan asked, still looking carefully at me, but still maintaining
his poker face.
"No!" I said. "I'm gonna come out to my mom too!"
Ryan instantly grinned ecstatically, and I realized I'd given him the
answer he wanted to hear!
"Merry Christmas to the two of us then?" I asked, looking at him.
"Yes Jon! Merry Christmas to us!" he said, and he pulled me to him.
We fell into an embrace then. The kiss lasted for a few minutes, and
only ended, when we broke from one another and both frantically started
undressing.
I made slow, passionate love to Ryan then. Our coupling lasted a few
minutes before mounting slowly to full pressure, he erupted with joy,
painting our abdomens with his cum, while I exploded deep within his
bowels.
When it was over, we lay still coupled together, panting, but enjoying
the euphoria of our mutual orgasm.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and a girl's voice called "Ryan
are you in there?"
Ryan's eyes grew big, and his head swiveled to look at the clock. It was
the girl he was getting a ride home with.
Quickly he hollered, "Yeah, but-"
Before he could reply she cut in and yelled, "Can you be ready to leave
in a half hour? I gotta leave early if I can!"
Ryan looked at me. I could read the disappointment in his eyes.
Smiling, I murmured, "It's OK, we'll be together again in a few days!"
Ryan smiled a little sadly, then reached up and pecked me on the lips.
"Yeah! I'll come down to your room then!" Ryan hollered.
"OK, See ya!" she replied.
"Guess I gotta get showered and packed," he said, disappointedly.
"Well, I gotta get going too, so... c'mon and let's shower!" I said.
We got up then and headed into the bathroom together. We spent a few
minutes showering together, sensually washing each other. After a couple
minutes, we both were hard again. Ryan looked at me, and I looked at
him, as we held each other's penises in our soapy hands. I leaned in
then and Ryan closed his eyes and our lips connected. As we kissed, we
began sliding our hands up and down each other's rods. We continued
kissing and masturbating each other. Within a minute or so, we were both
approaching another orgasm. We both sped up our hand action, and began
kissing each other more frantically.
Suddenly, I was on the edge. I tried to hold off but couldn't.
Grunting, I blew a load of cum against the shower curtain. Sensing my
orgasm, Ryan's built to a crescendo, and as I blew a second load, he
began cumming too, blowing a stream of semen against the tiled wall.
We continued kissing and jacking each other off, til both of our spasms
ended. Only then, did we break our kiss. We stood grinning at each
other, breathing heavily, and still sliding our hands up and down each
other's shrinking members, as the warm water streamed over us.
Finally, Ryan said, "I hate it, but I gotta finish and get packed."
"I know," I said, smiling ruefully.
We quickly both finished up in the shower then, and got out and dried
off.
We both quickly threw out clothes on then.
With his hair still wet, Ryan grinned wildly and said sarcastically,
"Cool! I got seven minutes to pack yet!"
Chuckling, I sat down, then watched as he opened a bag and started
throwing clothes in it. A minute later, he opened a second bag he
dragged from under the bed and threw some more clothes, a few books and
some wrapped christmas presents in it.
When the bags were full, he looked around for a minute and said, "Guess
that's it. Will you remember to turn everything off?"
"Sure!" I said.
"OK, I gotta go then!" he said, sadly.
Smiling sadly, I stepped over to him, and we fell into an embrace. We
kissed each other passionately then, in an almost desperate way.
When we finally parted a minute later, Ryan said, "I'm gonna miss you so
much!"
"Me too," I replied.
"Call me tonight when you get home!" Ryan said.
"I will!" I said.
We gave each other another hug and a kiss, then Ryan pushed himself away
from me, picked up his bags, and turned to the door.
"Merry Christmas Jon!" he said, looking back and smiling at me. "I love
you more than anyone on this planet!"
"Merry Christmas Ryan!" I replied, smiling. "I love you the same way!"
Looking sad again, Ryan opened the door, and stepped through it and
turned down the hallway, as I stepped up and looked out after him. He
turned and looked at me from the elevator bay. We smiled at each other,
then he waved. I waved back, and he stepped into the elevator. I
stepped back into our room then, and closed the door. It was time for me
to get packed and leave too.
I spent about a half hour picking up the room, and packing my bags, and
making sure all our decorations and electronics were turned off. Then, I
hoisted my bags up and headed out.
As I drove home, I missed Ryan already. I was looking forward though to
seeing my mother, Alex, his mom, Vincent, and some of my friends. And I
knew I'd be going to Ryan's not long after Christmas to get him! I was
happier than I ever remembered being! Of course it was because of
Ryan! My happiness wasn't complete though. As happy as I was, I was
preoccupied though, with a feeling of doom over my decision, and pledge
to Ryan, to 'come out' to my mother! Like Ryan, I'd decided to wait
until the day after Christmas to tell her. I was not looking forward to
that conversation. I was pretty sure that she'd accept the fact I was
gay. I didn't think she'd like it though, and wondered if she'd ask me
to remain closeted for outward appearances. I really wasn't sure either
that she'd like it that I actually had a boyfriend! I hoped and prayed
that it would all work out, but until it did... or didn't... my stomach
was churning over it.
Well, I guess I'll close for now. I hope you all have a GREAT
Christmas! I'll try to, except I'm sure as hell nervous about "coming
out" to my mom. Hopefully it'll all go OK. I'll let you know after the
holidays how it went. Meanwhile, I guess I'll let Ryan write something,
then give this to Alex to add to and send in. Take care for now...
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Ryan Comments...
Hey everyone! Jon's so cute! I love him to death! He just e-mailed me
this and asked me to read it, then, if I'd like, to write my version of
how our time between Thanksgiving and Christmas went.
Well... I read it over, and crap - he tells it just like it is! I don't
see any reason to write it all over again, but... I guess maybe I can
share me feelings with you all about some of the things that happened...
* * *
First of all, I really want to clear something up! I know that Jon felt
(and might still even feel) guilty about having sex with Alex and Vincent
over Thanksgiving. In reality, it really doesn't matter to me! As far
as I'm concerned, we weren't really a copule yet then! We'd just gotten
to know each other! Now... if it happens again, after we've pledged
ourselves to each other though... well... I probably would have a problem
with that! But I don't have a problem with anything that happened before
we got back to school! So Jon, when you read this, stop beating yourself
up over it man! ~smiles~
* * *
I have to agree with Jon, that the time between Thanksgiving and
Christmas that the two of us spent along together, locked in our dorm
room, especially when we were naked and making love, were indeed, the
best times of my life! I too have never been happier in my life! All I
can say is, this must be my reward for all those years of being bullied
and picked on that I went through in grade school! I just pray it's
always this good!
Christmas is by far my favorite season of the year! I'm just glad that
Jon is so "into" it as well! We thoroughly enjoyed our decorations,
music, videos, and parties! And his surprise of tickets to TSO was
fantastic! TSO is AWESOME, and I really hope they come back again next
Christmas! That lead singer Chris Caffrey with his long blond hair -
whoa! ~blushes~ Oh calm down Jon! I know you're reading this and
getting jealous! lol He's way to old for me! Besides... I only have
eyes for you Jon!
Now gentle readers... who was it that always said that in their books???
I remember hearing that somewhere, and always have wanted to say it!
lol Anyway.... now gentle readers... let me tell you something about
Jon! That man KNOWS how to take a guy out for a romantic meal! Damn!
That dinner he took me out for to the tavern on our last night at school
was fantastic! If you like prime ribs, you'd love their's! And then, he
goes and orders that wine! Christ! I almost blew it by acting like a
complete dolt! Thank goodness Jon knew just how to carry it off as if it
was something he does all the time!.... Hmmmm.... Jon! Just how often...
and with WHOM... have you done this before???? HMMM???? lol Just
kidding - I know it's the first time! And it definitely enhanced our
meal. I must say - those Aussies know how to make delicious wine!
Our walk in the park after dinner started out beautifully and
romantically. It was certainly almost ruined though by that bastard
homophobe who called us "Freaks"! ... I'm glad it was a girl he was with
though... who knows what he might've done if he'd been with one or more
guys instead! Those other two boys were nice though! I wonder if they
read these stories... if you do, and you recognize yourselves - send us
an e-mail!
Without a doubt, the best time of all was after we got back to our room!
After Jon finally got there, after his beer with Steve, we spent the most
fantastic few hours together! Of course, our love making was fantastic
as usual! But then we gave each other our presents! I really don't care
about receiving gifts, but I love to see the happy faces people make when
they open a gift I've given them that they like! Jon seemed to truly
like everything I got him, and even though my pleasure is in giving
gifts, I loved all the nice things he got me too!
I was really excited, of course, about two gifts I got for Jon. I
couldn't wait to see the expression on Jon's face when I gave him that
box of sex toys! It was worth the wait! His look was priceless! And I
noticed he got boned quickly while looking through the box. Even though
we haven't gotten into them yet, I'm looking forward to many a
pleasureful and erotic evening with Jon and our toys when we get back to
school in January. I'm sure Jon feels the same way too!
How about my discovery of Jared's true sexuality??? eh??? Pretty
surprising, eh? Let me tell you, when I went in that booth next to his,
I NEVER expected anything like that to happen! When I saw the glory
hole, and looked through it, and he was half naked and jacking off, I
kind of wondered if maybe he'd stick it through the hole - hoping whoever
was in my booth would do something about it. Of course then he did! I
really didn't mind playing with it, and jerking him off, and I gotta say
- he does have a nice looking good-sized dick too! (Calm down Jon - I'm
just commenting - lol) Anyway - after he pulled back out - I never
expected him to offer a BJ! I just couldn't help myself! I had to see
what he'd do! So I dropped my pants and stuffed it through. When he
started sucking on me, I almost screamed "OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!" in
surprise! How I kept my mouth shut, I still don't know! lol Anyway -
once the shock started to wear off (I'm still not sure it's completely
worn off really!) I realized two things! 1) Jared sucks at sucking! He
was scraping the hell out of me with his teeth! I sure hope he took my
advice and toned that down a bit with Steve. If not, Steve's gonna have
an awful bloody nub! lol And 2) if Jared was sucking my dick, without
knowing who I was, Christ! He might've, and probably did suck other guys
off! That's the main reason I pulled back out so quickly! Anyway... it
was truly priceless when he looked up through the hole, and saw it was me
whose dick he'd been sucking! The 'faggot' he'd been living with!
But... it wasn't me who was doing the sucking - now was it? So WHO'S the
'FAGGOT' now???? ~grins~ I still love that moment! Even if he did turn
out to be ... semi-OK in the end - he was a bastard prick before to me,
and he deserved it! lol........ OK - I know - I didn't like it when I
got picked on for possibly being gay, so I won't pick on him anymore
either. Unless he starts in on me again! But, I don't see that
happening. Actually, I think we can get along OK now. I guess that's a
side benefit for me, of our giving Jared and Steve their 'present'! And
wasn't that something? At first I thought it'd be great to tell them
about each other, but when we started to, I got scared they (especially
Jared) might beat the hell out of us for telling anyone what we knew!
I'm amazed that it worked out so well! And I guess I'm truly happy for
them that they figured out they can be fuck buddies!
Anyway, I digress, what else??? OH yeah! I gotta say one nice thing
about Steve! He came up with a GREAT holiday drink! HE got me and Jon a
bottle of Captain Morgan's Spiced Rum, and a recipe his mother or someone
got on a cruise in Alaska. It's for "Hot Buttered Rum"... in case anyone
wants to try it this Christmas season - here's the recipe! Consider it
your gift from me and Jon! ~grins~
Hot Buttered Rum
In a coffee mug combine:
2-3 Tbsp. Buttered Rum Mix (see below)
1-1/2 oz. Captain Morgan's Spiced Rum
Fill rest of way with hot water, heat it a little more in the
microwave, til it's as warm as you want it, then top with
Whipped Cream!
Buttered Rum Mix (made beforehand and kept in freezer):
Mix together:
½ lb Butter
1 tsp Cinnamon
½ tsp Nutmeg
½ tsp Ground Cloves
1 lb Brown Sugar
Blend and add to a softened ½ gallon of Vanilla Ice Cream.
Place in freezer until it hardens some.
If it sounds good, mix some up! We love it! Whenever we were having a
romantic Christmasy evening full of sex, we made some!
Of course I've left the best for "almost" last! Our final, special gifts
to each other! I was initially very excited about making the CD of
Lonestar's "Amazed" for Jon, but when it came time to give it to him, I
was full of doubts. I thought it sounded awful, that he'd hate my
singing voice, and worse, that he might not feel like I did. I knew he
loved me and cared about me, but... I wasn't 100% certain of the true
depth of his feelings for me - well - not until then! He loved the CD,
and me! And when he proposed and put our rings on us - I - I can't
describe how utterly awed I was by what I knew then were truly his
feelings! Nobody has ever cared about me or loved me as much as Jon has,
and I've never cared about or loved anyone as much as I do Jon! Oh
hell... I've got tears in my eyes even now, as I think back on that time,
and about how happy I am now as a result of it!
So... here I am at home, sitting at my old computer, up in my old room.
Tomorrow's Christmas! I'm supposed to be downstairs with my parents in a
little while. Some neighbors are coming over of a party. I so miss
Jon. I wish with all my heart that he was here with me now, but I know
he has to be with his mother just now. Besides, in a few days, he's
coming to meet my parents, and to take me home with him to meet his
mother!
Jon... if you read this, I don't want you to worry, I'm going to 'come
out' to my parents like I said... it's just that, I'm scared Babe! I was
feeling good about telling them when I left school, but... now that it's
getting closer to me telling them, I'm starting to have some doubts! All
I can do is hope it ends up good like it did when we outted Jared and
Steve to one another!
OK - I think I've said enough for now... Hey Merry Christmas everyone!
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Alex's Story
Jon just told me he wrote another chapter of our story, and he wants me
to write about what Vincent and I have been up to since Thanksgiving,
then send it all in to be posted!
Well... Things have been really great! Guess I'll tell you a little bit
about it!
The first thing I'd like to say is, that after reading what Jon and Ryan
have been doing, I'm like "WOW!" I can't believe they're like
"married"! I think it's great though! Especially after what happened at
Thanksgiving! I guess they really are committed! I'm happy about that
too.
I was a little sad when I read though that Jon thinks the sex he has with
Ryan is the best ever! I'd really thought the sex he and I had was the
best. But then, I thought about it, and realized two things. The sex I
had with Jon was the first sex I'd ever had with anyone - and yeah - it
was awesome! But obviously, as it was the only sex I'd had really - it
was by default - the best! Then, I thought about it like he did, and
realized what he meant about being in love, and I have to admit, while
being with Jon is awesome, there is just something a little better about
when I'm with Vincent! I guess maybe being in love with Vincent does
make it better, so I'm not sad anymore about Jon's comment. I get it
totally!
* * *
I guess the best thing that's going on with me is, that me and Vincent
are together ALL the time! We have a few classes, and lunch together at
school! Then, after school, nobody's home at either of our houses, until
suppertime! We both try to finish all our homework up each day in
studyhall, which we don't have together, just so our afternoons are
free! Usually it works, but if it doesn't, we can easily finish it up at
night before bed.
I'm sure you're wondering exactly what we do alone at either his house or
mine after school. Although, I expect you know already! Yeah - I'm
grinning and I got a boner just thinking about it!
As soon as we get to either of our houses, we go to either Vincent's
room, or my room, and both strip completely naked! Then, we spend the
next three hours sucking and fucking each other! It's fucking awesome!
Usually we start out sucking each other in a '69'. It doesn't last long,
cause we're both so horned up! After only a few minutes, one of us blows
our load, and that causes the other one to blow then too! Fuck I love
the flavor of Vincent's cum too!
After we rest, Vinent usually goes down on me for a while, then switches
over to rimming or finger-fucking me. Then he lubes up and fucks me,
till we both blow again!
A really cool thing is, that now that Jon showed Vincent how to take it
up the ass at Thanksgiving, Vincent lets me do him sometimes too! I
really haven't decided for sure yet, whether or not I like taking it up
the ass more than giving it, or the other way around!
Anyway - that's what we're up to each afternoon. And weekends we spend a
lot of time together too! Friday night we usually sleep at one house and
Saturday night at the other - that way the rents get equal time with us,
not that we spend any time with them usually - but it makes them feel
good that we're in our own house some of the time. Those two nights are
awesome! After having sex several times, we sleep together, nude of
course, in each other's arms! Last Saturday, we actually fell asleep
with Vincent's dick still stuffed in my ass! Thank god my mother didn't
walk in on us!
Occasionally on the weekends, we're forced to do something with either my
mother, or Vincent's parents. Like last weekend, my mom took us to the
movies, and to eat, and that was actually OK. And three weeks ago,
Vincent's parents took us along when they went to get a Christmas tree!
Now that was funny! Let me tell you about it...
* * *
Vincent's family traditionally always goes and cuts their own Christmas
tree. This year was no exception, except that they invited me along as
well. I thought it sounded like a lot of fun, but for some reason,
Vincent didn't seem too pleased about going at all, which surprised me!
"How come you seem so 'happy' to be going to get a tree?" I asked
sarcastically.
"You'll see!" he sighed, knowingly.
"That's it? I'll see?" I asked.
He just smiled wanly and nodded, so I dropped it. A few minutes later,
we took off for the tree farm. As we drove along, everything seemed fine
to me, except for Vincent's glum mood. I really didn't understand what
the problem was!
After about a half hour drive out into the country, I noticed signs
directing us to "White's Cut-Your-Own Trees". Shortly, the tree farm
came into view. There were a few cars slowed down, waiting to turn into
the parking lot, so we had to slow down and wait behind them. Still,
everyone but Vincent seemed fine.
Eventually, we pulled into the lot and got out of the car. It was a
sunny, but cold day. There was a little snow on the ground, and the
scent of freshly cut pine hung in the air. In the distance, across a
field, through which a pair of huge clydesdales were hauling a horse
drawn sleigh, you could see a forest of short pine trees.
As Vincent's father opened the trunk and got out the saw they'd brought
along, he said, "What a beautiful day to hike around on a farm!"
"But, I thought we were taking the sleigh ride!" Vincent's mother said,
watching the horses' progress, as the distance across the field to them
became less and less.
"What?" Vincent's father said. "And miss out on the chance for some good
exercise? Besides, there's usually a line of people waiting."
"Here we go..." Vincent muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes.
"Honey! The sleigh ride's half the fun! It's part of the overall
experience!" his mother said.
"But so's the walk across the field Dear!" her husband answered.
"Oh for Christ's sake!" Vincent cried in an irritated voice. "We'll walk
out to the trees, and take the sleigh back!"
With that he set off toward the fields, leaving his parents and I staring
after him, surprised.
They looked at me, and I looked at them and shrugged.
"Well, let's go then," his mother said, resignedly.
Quickly we hastened off after him.
"This is why I wasn't thrilled about coming tree cutting!" Vincent said,
quietly, when I caught up with him and dropped into stride next to him.
"Well, they both just have different opinions," I offered.
"Wait'll it's time to pick a tree!" he said.
We all walked on then in silence, except for the snow crunching under our
hiking boots.
"Oh!" Vincent's father said, "Scotch pines are over this way!"
He pointed off to the left.
"But honey, last year we decided we were going to try a Douglas Fir this
year!" his wife said. "They're over this way."
She pointed to the right.
"And it begins!" Vincent said, as they all came to a stop.
"But we always get Scotch pine!" his father said.
"But they're not a full as the Douglas Firs," his mother said.
"They have more scent though," his father said.
"But they don't look as nice!" Vincent's mother replied.
"Yes they do!" cried Vincent's father.
As Vincent and I stood watching them, looking back and forth, as if
watching a tennis match the two really got into bickering over what kind
of tree to get.
"Now you know why I don't like to do this!" Vincent said.
"Do they do this every year?" I asked, a little daunted.
"Yup!" Vincent groaned, frowning.
Vincents' parents' "discussion" continued on and on, and got louder and
louder.
Finally, unnoticed by his parents, Vincent quietly reached down and
picked up the saw that his father had dropped on the ground, and while
his parents continued debating the virtues of one kind of tree vs.
another, he motioned for me to follow him, which I did.
"I think we'll get a Frasier Fir this year," he said, smirking a little
as he led me off in a third direction.
"You're gonna get one without them?" I asked, incredulously.
"We'll be here til the Fourth of July if we wait for them to decide!" he
said, smiling ruefully.
As his parents' bickering faded off behind us, we wandered into a section
of the tree lot that was filled with beautiful, lush, fragrant trees.
"It smells so great!" I exclaimed.
Vincent grinned and said, "I know! Frasier Firs have the most piney
smell to them. I love 'em!"
I was happy to see Vincent smiling again.
"What do you think of this one?" he asked, as we walked along.
"It's nice," I said.
"Yeah.... but ... Let's look a bit further," he said.
We trudged along wending our way between the rows of trees for a few
minutes until he spotted a huge, bushy one.
"There it is!" he said, grinning.
"Isn't it a bit tall for your house?" I asked.
"We can cut the bottom off, and use the lower branches around the house
to smell it up nice!" Vincent said. "C'mon, hold these branches up, so I
can cut."
He pulled the lower branches up and showed me how to hold them, which I
did. Then he stepped closer to the trunk and lowered the saw and deftly
began sawing. A moment later, the tree began to topple away from us.
"Timber!" Vincent yelled, grinning, as the tree went over.
Quickly he sawed off the rest of the bark that was still attaching the
tree to the trunk, then said, "OK grab a side and let's drag this sucker
out of here."
"Wow, it smells great!" I said, smiling.
"I know!" he grinned.
We each took hold of the lower branches on either side of the stump and
began hauling the tree through the powdery snow toward his parents.
A minute later, as we drew nearer to the spot we'd left them in, we both
began to hear their voices.
"Oh my God! They're still at it!" I said, incredulously.
"Tell me about it!" Vincent said.
A moment later as we walked up to Vincent's parents, they never even
noticed us.
"But we ALWAYS have scotch pines!" His father was growling in an
exasperated tone.
"Exactly! I want a Douglas Fir this year!" his mother snapped crossly.
"why must we always do everything YOUR way???"
"We've got the tree, let's go!" Vincent announced, as we walked right
past them.
Instantly the two stopped arguing and turned and looked at us, surprised.
"Vincent!" his father said. "What have you done?"
"That's not a Douglas Fir!" his mother said. "Although it smells
wonderful!"
"Yes it does!" his father agreed. "But that still doesn't excuse the
fact that you cut down a tree without us!"
"It does look nice and bushy though," his mother said.
Vincent waved at an empty sleigh that was headed in our direction, and
the driver nodded in acknowledgement.
"Oh you're just saying that because it's not a Scotch pine!" his father
said, turning to confront his wife, as the sleigh pulled up.
"I am -" his mother began to retort.
"YO!" Vincent bellowed softly.
Both his parents stopped, turned and looked at him.
"We have a tree. It's a nice big, bushy, smelly, Frasier Fur. Story
over! Now get in the sleigh and take a NICE quiet ride back to the
parking lot! We'll drag the tree there," Vincent said.
Both of them looke a little taken aback and stared at Vincent in
surprise, as glared back in an annoyed way.
"Well," his mother said. "We thought you'd like the ride too!"
"We'll be fine, and we have the tree to bring with us," Vincent said.
"You and Dad go in the sleigh, and get a hot drink when you get back!"
Still looking taken aback, the two got into the sleigh and sat down.
"Oh this will be fun!" his mother said, smiling.
"Yes Dear," his father replied, smiling happily and rolling his eyes at
us, as the driver snapped the reins and with a sudden shrill jangling of
bells, the horses and sleigh took off.
"So... they're not mad at each other?" I asked, shocked as the sound of
the bells receded, and the sleigh disappeared around a corner.
"No silly!" Vincent said, grinning.
I looked at him nonplussed, but he was already picking up his side of the
tree, so I quickly picked up my side, and off we trudged in the direction
the sleigh had gone.
About 5 minutes later, we arrived back at the parking lot with the tree
and handed it off to two of the owner's sons, hoisted it up onto the car
roof and began tying it down.
"There you are!" Vincent's mother said, as she and Vincent's father
walked up to them. "Here, have some hot chocolate!"
As Vincent's dad paid for the tree, she handed us each a styrofoam cup of
steaming frothy hot chocolate. It smelled wonderful, and despite the
steam coming off it, it wasn't overly hot. It must have been the cold
temperature that made it seem as if it would be. It tasted thick and
chocolately!
"We still need to get a wreath for the door!" Vincent's mother said. "I
saw a couple of beautiful ones with white poinsettias in it. Come let's
look at it!"
I saw Vincent cringe, as his father said, "But white's kind of drab! How
about the one with the gold all through it?"
As we all walked over toward the shed that housed the wreaths, the two
immediately began vehemently "discussing" what kind of wreath to get for
the door."
I looked at Vincent, who sighed, and walked into the shed behind them. I
followed him. As his parents stood in the middle of the shed debating
the type of wreath to buy, Vincent looked around. After a moment, a
smile crossed his face, and he walked over to a beautiful pine wreath
that was flocked lightly with fake snow, and had a huge red bow and pine
cones all over it.
"We'll take this one," he announced loudly, brushing past his parents and
handing it to a girl who stood by awaiting their decision.
Again, Vincent's parents stopped arguing and looked taken aback.
"Well, I guess that'll do," his father said.
"It is rather festive," his mother said.
"And traditional," his father added.
"OK, you pay. We'll take it to the car," Vincent said. He turned and
walked out of the shed then, carrying the wreath. I hurried after him.
After all the quarreling between Vincent's parents, I was surprised when
the ride back to their house was a pleasant one.
* * *
When we got back to Vincent's house, he and I took the tree off the car
roof.
"Do you want any help cutting it down to size and putting it in the
stand?" his father asked.
"No thanks," Vincent said. "We got it under control!"
"OK then, we'll take the wreath and hang it up," his dad replied.
"Do you think we should hang it on the door, or up over top of the door?"
Vincent's mom asked.
"On the door of course!" his father replied, and he strode off toward the
front of the house.
"But I was thinking if we put it up over top..." his mother said,
trailing after him.
Vincent sighed and said, "Let's take this sucker into the garage, the
stand's out there already."
"Are they always like this?" I asked, amazed. I'd never seen Vincent's
parents argue before.
"Usually not," Vincent said, as they hoisted the tree off the car and
headed into the garage with it. "It's weird - they're ONly like that
with things they try to choose for the house!"
"How do they ever choose anything?" I asked.
Vincent grinned and said, "Well, I'm the one who picked out the carpeting
and furniture in the living room last spring!"
"Really?" I asked, surprised that adults would listen to a kid.
As we laid the tree down on the garage floor, Vincent nodded, and said,
"Honest! They just can't make a decision, so I started making those
decisions and they usually let them stand!"
"Damn!" I said. Then I grinned and said, "Well, you do have good taste.
I mean afterall - you chose me!"
"This is true, and thanks," Vincent said grinning back at me.
"If we ever get a place together when we're grown up, it's gonna look
great!" I said, smiling, and ignoring his acceptance of my joke about
choosing me.
Vincent grinned and replied, "You mean WHEN we have a house together,
don't you?"
I looked at him and felt a warmth spreading through my chest.
"So... you're thinking we'll be together forever then?" I asked, as I
felt my heart blossoming inside, but not daring to display my happiness,
lest I jinx things.
Vincent's face clouded over, and he looked upset as he looked at me.
"Um... well... I .. yeah - at least - I thought that was the -" he
started to say, uncertainly, looking at me with searching eyes.
I realized as I watched him that he suddenly wasn't sure how I felt about
our relationship.
"Relax!" I said, smiling. "I want us to be together forever too
Vincent!"
I felt my cock stir, as he looked relieved and grinned again.
"Fuck don't scare me like that!" he said, blushing a little over
misinterpreting what I'd meant.
"I love you Vincent!" I said.
My cock was almost fully erect, and was straining against my pants
Vincent grinned and stepped up to me. He glanced out the garage door.
Seeing nobody, he turned and wrapped his arms around me. I wrapped mine
around him, and we shared a quick, yet sensual kiss. As he pulled me
close to him, I felt a lump in his crotch as well. He ground it against
me, and I ground my own hardon against him as well.
I was surprised when Vincent broke our kiss and pulled back from me after
only a few seconds.
"C'mon," he said, grabbing my hand.
With a lewd grin on his face, and pulled me into a little storage room in
the back of the garage.
"Drop your pants!" he said huskily, dropping into a squat, once he'd shut
the door behind us.
"What? Here?" I asked, shocked, and worried that maybe his parents would
come out to the garage and catch us.
Vincent grinned up at me and cupped my package and gave it a gentle
squeeze.
"Don't worry!" he said. "Nobody'll come out here. Besides - we're
behind a closed door, and anyway - I'm gonna have you blowing your load
real quick!"
"Hey!" I said. "I don't ejaculate prematurely!"
"Bet I can make you if I want to!" Vincent replied, grinning outrageously
up at me.
"Go ahead and try then!" I said, unbuckling my belt.
I quickly opened my pants and shoved them and my boxers down to my
knees. Vincent smiled and pulled them all the way down to my ankles.
Then he dove on my cock, and began swiftly sliding his mouth up and down
it. I had to admit, his soft, warm, wetness felt wonderful on my
member. Suddenly, I felt his hands reach up under my shirt. A moment
later, he tweaked both of my nipples, sending shivers of pleasure zapping
through me. He continued manipulating my nipples, as he pistoned his
mouth up and down my rod for a few seconds. Then, his hands left my
breasts and slid down my sides, all the way to my thighs. It tickled
slightly, but I didn't have time to even giggle, as he quickly cupped my
scrotum and began rolling my balls around like they were a sack of
precious marbles. His other hand reached through my legs and he began
stroking my ass. A moment later, as he continued sucking on me and
fondling my nuts, his finger slid between my buttocks, and I felt his
finger prodding my anus. It felt GREAT! He massaged my pucker for a few
seconds, but then I suddenly felt him pushing against my sphincter.
Instinctively, I relaxed my muscle, and his long, thin, middle finger
slid up inside me. He felt around for a moment, and suddenly I realized
he was massaging my prostate. For the next several seconds, I was in
heaven, as he sucked my cock and his finger moved slightly in and out of
my asshole as he rubbed my gland. I couldn't believe how quickly after
he began that I felt my orgasm beginning to build. I wanted to hold off,
so I could enjoy the pleasant feelings as long as possible, but before I
knew it, my orgasm was rapidly building, and I couldn't fight it. All
too soon, I was nearly at my peak. Frantically I squirmed about, as I
tried to stave off the inevitable. It didn't work though. Suddenly the
pressure inside my groin and pelvic area became more than I could take!
"OHHHhhhhh!!!" I gasped, as my upper body jerked involutarily to the
left, and what felt like a HUGE glob of cum rocketed out of my cock into
the back of Vincent's throat.
I heard Vincent gag, but being at the height of my climax, I couldn't do
anything to see if he was OK. He must've been, because he continued
sucking on me and rubbing my prostate.
"Awwwwww!!!" I groaned a second later, as another spasm of joy washed
through me, and I filled Vincent's mouth again. He didn't gag that time.
Vincent sucked steadily up and down on my organ and manipulated his
finger around in my rectum as I moaned and shuddered joyously for the
next few seconds, spurting my life giving fluid down his throat.
When my orgasm finally ended, Vincent kept on sucking on me, until a
final spasm of pleasure swept through me. He pressed firmly on my
prostate then, and squeezed the last bit of cum in my body out through my
dick, into his mouth.
Finally, he slid his mouth off me, letting his lips dry me off as he
pulled away. Then he moved his tongue around in his mouth a moment,
before swallowing the last of my cum.
Smiling, with wet lips, he grinned up at me, as I smiled down at him with
my chest heaving up and down for breath. I felt so wonderful, except for
my cock, which still damp from Vincent's mouth, was now fully exposed to
the cold December air in the unheated garage.
As I quickly pulled up my pants, Vincent stood up and looking at his
watch said, "Not bad, you managed to hold out longer than I thought -
about a minute and 40 seconds!"
"What? You timed me?" I cried, both shocked, and surprised at how little
time it took for him to get me off.
"Yup!" he said, grinning.
"Well, switch places then Buddy Boy!" I said, grinning. "And give me a
chance to make you cum even quicker!"
Grinning, Vincent began unbuckling his belt buckle. Grinning, I dropped
to my knees in front of him. Seconds later, after checking my watch, I
went down on him.
I used similar techniques to Vincent's and within a short time, I too had
him tense and in an extremely sexually agitated state, as he fought
valiantly to hold off cumming.
With just a little increased speed of my mouth and a little more pressure
with my finger, I caused him to lose his battle, and with a groan, and
nearly doubling over, he pumped a flood of semen into my mouth. It
tasted so good, I didn't want to swallow it, but I had to, and did, just
in time to receive another mouthful.
Vincent moaned and shook with pleasure four or five more times, pissing
more and more jism down my throat.
Finally, his orgasm ended. As he did for me, I did for him as well. I
kept on sucking on his rod, and rubbing his walnut, until he too spasmed
with pleasure one more time, giving me a final deposit of his flavorful
essence.
As I pulled off him, his eyes got big and he grinned and said, "Now I
know why you got dressed so quick! Damn, my dick's cold without your
mouth on it!"
I chuckled as I looked at my watch, and grabbed his pants and yanked them
up.
"Well?" Vincent asked, looking hopefully at me, as he fastened his pants.
"Well," I said, disappointed. "You lasted almost two minutes, so you
went longer than me without losing it!"
Vincent grinned and said, "Just goes to show who's more of a man!"
"You swine!" I said, scowling at him, as he giggled.
"Hey!" he said, his dimples indenting his cheeks deeply as he grinned at
me. "I could tell you were giving it a good attempt! What you were
doing to me felt awesome man!"
"Well, thank you!" I said, somewhat mollified.
"Of course, maybe I'm better at you at giving head, and that's why you
came quicker!" he added, his eyes and mouth both opening widely, as if
the idea was something new and shocking.
As my eyes closed to slits and I glared at him, Vincent said, "ut oh!"
and grabbed for the door knob, and yanked the door into the main garage
area open. I managed to grab him before he could escape though and
started tickling him in the ribs. He began shrieking with laughter,
sounding almost girlish, and fell to the floor. I fell on top of him and
continued tickling him in his ribs, as he fought to roll onto his back to
fight back.
For the next minute or so, we wrestled about on the garage floor, each
trying to best the other and tickle the other to death. In the end, he
was on top of me, and finally gave up, because he couldn't breath
anymore. Neither could I. We lay that way, me spread eagle on my back
on the cold concrete floor, with Vincent laying on top of me, as if he
was going to hoist my legs up by the knees and bury his dick up my ass.
As we lay there panting, I felt his penis pressing against mine. Both of
us were soft yet, from our recent blow jobs. Never-the-less, Vincent
moved his hips back and forth a bit, rubbing his genitals against mine.
Of course, my penis began to tingle again. Apparently his did too, as he
stopped quickly.
"No time for more right now," he said, frowning. Then he smiled again
and added "Besides, my room'll seem much more comfortable later!"
"True!" I said. "So get off me you lumox!"
Chuckling, Vincent got up, making sure to press his thigh firmly against
my privates as he did, causing me to cringe and push him up off me.
"Asshole!" I muttered, as he snickered, and got up.
"C'mon," He said, smiling, and holding his hand out to me. "We gotta get
this tree into the house!"
Smiling, I took his hand and he pulled me up off the floor. We measured
the tree then and cut the bottom off it, then stood it up and put it in
the tree stand. It stood at just the right height, and didn't tip over.
"We'll still tie it to the walls, so it doesn't fall over I think,"
Vincent said. "Let's get this sucker into the house now!"
We carried the tree inside then, and set it up in the windowed front
alcove. I was surprised when Vincent's parents didn't have another
"discussion" over where to place the tree. Apparently that was one thing
they agreed on, or, they decided to just go with Vincent's choice.
They left us alone then to spend the next hour decorating the tree
together, while they got ready to go out to a party.
* * *
About a half hour after we finished decorating the tree, Vincent's
parents appeared, dressed in fancy party clothes, and announced that they
were going out and wouldn't be back until late.
Vincent's mother said that she'd left plates of food in the refrigerator
for us, and that all we had to do was heat it in the microwave. We
thanked her.
His father told us to stay home, and to behave. We promised to stay out
of trouble.
They left then, and we had the house all to ourselves for the evening!
"So? What'a'ya wanta do now?" Vincent asked.
Grinning as I felt my semi flex in my pants, I said, "You have to ask?"
He grinned back and reached for my crotch. As his hand cupped my
genitals and squeezed gently, I reached for his and did the same. He too
had a semierection.
"C'mon!" he said, grinning. He turned and moved swiftly toward the
stairs then, with me right on his heels.
As soon as we reached Vincent's room, we began ripping our clothes off.
In seconds, we were both completely nude.
"Get on the bed. I wanta fuck you!" Vincent said, grinning. I noticed
his penis was damp at the tip already.
While he got the tube of lube out, I got on his bed and laid down, and
pulled my legs up. A moment later, Vincent joined me, and I suddenly
felt his tongue licking my hole. Instantly, I was in heaven!
Vincent spent a little time eating my asshole out, which I enjoyed
immensely. After a while, he lubed up his fingers and slid them into me
to loosen my sphincter. When he felt I was ready, he greased his cock up
and climbed on.
As he slid his throbbing member into me, I felt an electrical connection
with him. He pushed himself all the way in, until he was buried to the
hilt, deep inside me. Then, he laid down on top of me and we kissed.
My dick flexed as I smelled the scent of my own ass sweat on his face.
It was an extremely erotic feeling to have his tongue, which had just
been shoved into my asshole, now buried in my mouth, and at the same
time, having his dick buried in my bowels!
After a while, as we kissed, Vincent began sliding out of me. Slowly he
slid back in. He slid in and out of me slowly a couple more times,
before finally speeding up.
Vincent fucked me properly then, sending shockwaves of pleasure racing
through both our bodies. He continued pumping in and out of me at a
steady pace then for me, as we kissed.
Eventually, Vincent pulled away from our kiss. From the serious look on
his slightly sweaty face, I could tell he was nearly ready to shoot! My
own orgasm was quickly approaching as well.
Vincent sped up a little, then suddenly his face twisted, and he gasped,
as his hips held still for an instant. When they started moving again,
his cock felt like it was sliding in and out of me more easily, probably
due to his having just emptied his balls into me.
The beginning of Vincent's orgasm was all I needed. Seeing and feeling
his pleasure brought me to the brink as well, and soon, I was spasming
and blowing my load between us as well.
* * *
As we lay together afterward, enjoying the aftermath of our lovemaking,
Vincent smiled and said, "I can't believe how great things are! I've
never been happier in my life!"
"I know! Me too!" I said, smiling back at him.
"This is going to be the best Christmas ever!" Vincent said.
"I think so too!" I agreed.
"So... do you think Jon's gonna wanta spend time with us, after what
happened last time?" he asked.
"Yeah. I think everything's OK!" I said.
"Well... let's not try to get him to have sex with us! We don't want to
ruin things!" Vincent said.
I smiled and said, "Well... I still think it'd be OK if we wait til he
brings Ryan home too! Then... maybe we can suggest that all four of us
get together! That way, nobody's doing anything without anyone else
being there! So... no cheating!"
"Do you really think Jon'll go for that? Or better yet - Ryan?" Vincent
asked, questioningly.
"I think Jon would," I said. "Ryan's the one I don't know about! But...
it's worth trying!"
"I guess," Vincent said.
"Don't you want to?" I asked, because he didn't seem enthusiastic. "We
don't have to if you don't want to."
Vincent smiled and said, "Well, it's not that I don't want to be with Jon
again. That was fucking awesome... but... I'm happy being with just you
too now! And I really don't want to wreck things between Jon and you!
Besides, we don't even know Ryan."
"Well, we know from the pictures Jon's sent that he's cute!" I said.
"And he seems cool. But... no, I don't want to blow things with Jon
either. And I'm happy being with just you too. But... it was awesome
being with you and with Jon. So, I just thought maybe we could do it
again and, if Ryan was there too, maybe it'd be even better!"
Vincent grinned and said, "True! I suppose we can try!"
"Oh, I think we can convince them. Hell, we're both damned 'Hot'! All
we probably have to do is get naked and prance around in front of them
with hardons, and they'll both be so boned, they won't be able to say
'No'," I said.
Vincent grinned and laughed.
"So that'll be our plan! We'll try that, and one way or another, we'll
seduce them!" I said, grinning with anticipation.
* * *
Damn! I'm so horned up over all this as I'm sitting here writing this,
I'm gonna have to go now and jack off! ~grins~ Guess I'll post this
first though - anyway - you all take care of yourselves, and Have a Merry
Christmas. I'm sure we'll have a good chapter for you after the
holidays...
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Author's note:
The next chapter of our story will be posted sometime after Christmas.
At this time, I'd like to take the opportunity to thank you all for being
loyal readers, and I'd like to apologize for the delays between chapters
in all of my stories the last few months. Unfortunately, I've gotten
really busy, and haven't had the time to write as much. I'm hoping that
with winter coming, I'll have a little more time to write now, and will
catch up a little! No promises though, except that the stories will all
continue, so keep looking for them. And finally, I'd like to wish you
and your family and friends, a Very Merry Christmas, and a Very Happy and
Healthy New Year! Take care until the next chapter is posted...