Date: Mon, 08 Feb 1999 19:56:55 PST
From: Jeffy <jeffs71@hotmail.com>
Subject: Be My Valentine

Be My Valentine
By Jeffy

All of the usual disclaimers apply.  This story is entirely fictional.  No
house pets, rain forests or lab animals were harmed in the writing of this
story.  It is intended for adults only.  You can send comments or
constructive criticism to Jeffs71@Hotmail.com.  Flames will be ignored so
don't bother.

I just couldn't resist writing one with a little different slant on
Valentine's Day.  Hope you like it!  Be warned!  This one is sweet,
sentimental, syrupy, and longer than most of my other stories.  If you're a
diabetic go get your insulin! 

Otherwise, enjoy!

"Don't worry.  I have a plan!" - George Armstrong Custer


Pete sighed.  Life was just so unfair!  Valentine's Day was coming up and
not only did he NOT have a girl to be his Valentine, he didn't want one.
He wanted a BOY to be his Valentine.  Worse, he wanted his best bud Eric.
He was sure that Eric didn't feel the same way about him.  How could he?
Eric was a tall, slim, well-built 13-year-old (almost 14) and he was still
a skinny little wimpy kid.  Although they were virtually the same age, Pete
was somewhat behind in physical development.  His parents told him that he
was just a late-bloomer and to be patient, but it's hard to be patient when
your hormones are doing strange things to your brain, especially when
everyone else is already way ahead of you.

Pete, however, was not one to take this sort of a challenge lying down.  He
loved all kinds of spy movies (especially bad ones) and novels, and he was
about to hatch a plan that he was sure would result in Eric at least
noticing his body.  He considered himself very ordinary-looking (in reality
he was cute as hell, but he was the only one who didn't see it that way)
with light brown hair, dark eyes, a small upturned snub nose, a scattering
of freckles on his cheeks, full lips and a square little chin.  He was only
about 5'2" tall, the shortest one in his class and he had yet to get his
first pubic hair.  His body was slim but well toned and he was an overall
good athlete, his major advantage being his quickness.  His nickname on the
baseball team was "Flash".  That, combined with his cocky attitude toward
life in general made him quite popular in school.

Eric, was almost the exact opposite of Pete.  He was tall, about 5'9", a
slim 130 lbs., and had dark, straight hair which he wore medium length.  He
was studious and very quiet.  It was a running joke around school that he
would never use two words if one would do, and usually he lived up to it.
Rumor had it that he was also something of a martial arts whiz, having
(gently) laid out a bully his first week at school (and then apologizing to
said bully, which was scarier than him having laid the kid out).  Nobody
messed with him after that.  His smile could literally light up the room
and he always wore very loose, baggy clothes.  He had moved in next door to
Pete about a year before and they'd become best buds almost on sight.
Their parents often joked that if they could somehow fuse the two of them,
you'd have one normal boy.  All in all, Eric had unconsciously cultivated
an air of mystery around him.

Pete also had another best bud, Suzie, his other next-door-neighbor.  They
had literally grown up together side-by-side and there was nothing that
they wouldn't do for one another.  Suzie was every inch the tomboy, even at
13, and could usually at least hold her own with most of the boys in
sports.  That was gradually beginning to change, and Suzie wasn't sure she
liked the trend of this lately.  The boys were getting bigger and stronger
than she was while she was beginning to grow boobs (Suzie was also a
late-bloomer).

On the night of January 31st, Pete sat in his room and began to craft his
nefarious plan to ensnare the unsuspecting Eric.  Or at least, that's what
he thought to himself.  He would make Eric think that one of the girls in
class was Eric's "secret admirer" and then at the last moment he would
reveal that it was him all along.  This was where his planning became a
little fuzzy, since one scenario in his mind had Eric beating the crap out
of him while shouting "Faggot!" over and over, while another had them
falling madly in love and running away to become intelligence operatives.
He honestly wasn't sure which one he'd prefer, but he was rapidly realizing
that he had utterly no interest in girls.  Oh well, he had the outline of
his plan done (on his PC, in a non-passworded file of course) and he could
fill in the details as he went along.  Both of the boys had been invited to
Suzie's Valentines Day party (chaperoned, alas, by both sets of parents)
and Pete considered this the perfect time to confront Eric with his
feelings.  The very thought made him hyperventilate and see spots, but if
he didn't do something soon he was gonna go postal.  After all, Our Man
Flint had never backed down from anyone, and neither had James Bond (these
were his favorite spy movies).

He spent a sizable portion of the evening writing out the various notes
that he would leave for Eric to find in his desk, his locker, etc.  As best
buds they shared just about everything without thinking about it (except
clothes, and only because they didn't wear the same sizes) so nobody would
think it strange for Pete to be messing around in Eric's things at school.
They were always borrowing pens and things from each other.

Monday morning, he would put the plan into action!


He made sure to get to school extra early that Monday so that Eric wouldn't
catch him.  Some mornings they walked to school together if Eric could get
his lazy ass out of bed on time.  Most mornings that meant that Eric ran in
just as the bell was ringing.  Pete couldn't figure out how he was never
late, but he wasn't.  While rummaging through Eric's desk, ostensibly
looking for a pen, he dropped in a little box of Necco candy hearts along
with a note (also done on his computer) saying "From your secret admirer!"
That should get Eric's attention!

As expected, Eric rolled into his seat just as the bell was ringing.  He
gave his bud his best heart-stopping, light up the room grin, which Pete
felt down to his toes.  He responded with his patented smirk and a
murmured, "Yo dude."

"Great," thought Pete, "now I'll have a stiffie all day.  Good thing baggy
pants are in fashion!"  His slim five inches of boyhood were standing at
attention and would be for the rest of the day if he didn't do something
about it.

Eric promptly rummaged around in his desk for a notebook and found the
candy hearts and the note.  His face was puzzled as he read the note and
looked at the box of candy.  Was this a joke?  He gave Pete a stare and
Pete just looked back and mouthed "What?" to his friend.  Eric just made a
"Later" sort of gesture and turned to face front.  Pete's heart was
pounding so hard he thought it'd burst through his ribs, like in "Alien".
The plan was working!

Later, during their free period, Eric told Pete about the note and candy.

"Did you see anyone else in my desk?" Eric asked.

"No, not this morning.  I did borrow a pen though."  He held up the pen for
Pete to see.

"Who could it be?  Think it's a joke?" Eric always talked more around Pete.

"I don't know, I guess somebody likes you." Pete said this with an
absolutely straight, serious face, thinking as hard as he could at Eric
"It's me!  It's me!"

"Well, how about asking around for me.  See if you can find out who it is.
This is just too weird!"

"I will bud, believe me.  Hey, did you see the trailer for the new Star
Wars movie on the Internet yet?  I can't wait till it opens!"  Both boys
were SF fans of monumental proportions.

They talked for a while about normal stuff, movies, sites on the 'Net, and
then had to go back in for class.  Inside, Pete was turning cartwheels.

The next day, Pete did the same thing except he planted another note (no
candy this time) in Eric's locker, right next to his.  It was almost too
easy to just slip it through the front vents unnoticed (he thought).  This
one said "I'm thinking of you, lover!" and had a graphic of a red heart on
it.  He was proud of the graphic.  Suzie, being the very observant girl she
was, had seen him nonchalantly slip the note into Eric's locker.

Well, the week went on this way with Eric getting more and more weirded out
about the whole thing.  Every day Pete managed to leave him a note in a
different place, and on Friday he left it in Eric's gym clothes!  Let's see
him figure that one out!  That afternoon, Suzie confronted him about his
plan.

"Yo, boy-bud, you home?" Suzie shouted as the walked in Pete's front door.
They hadn't bothered knocking on each other's doors since they were about
ten.  Pete, lying on his bed, wanking himself silly and thinking of Eric,
hurriedly stuffed himself back into his pants.  Shit, couldn't he get some
privacy in his own house?

"Up here, girl-bud!" he shouted.  They'd called each other that forever.
Suzie went up to his room after saying hello to Pete's mom in the kitchen.
She was making fried chicken and Suzie was already hoping she'd be asked to
stay for dinner.

She found Pete sitting on his bed and looking uncomfortable.  A bulge still
showed in the front of his jeans and Suzie had to hide a smile in a quick
cough.  "I'll bet I know who he's thinking about!" she thought to herself.
Then, she sat on the bed and turned to Pete.  He was her best friend and
she knew he was in pain inside.  She had already made up her mind to help
him (after all, what are buds for?).

"How long have you been in love with Eric?"  She said it in the same tone
of voice that one would say, "Please pass the salt," at the dinner table.

Pete just stared at her with wide eyes.  For once, he was caught totally
flat-footed, without a smart-ass remark or joke to cover it up.  Suzie
looked deeply into his shocked eyes and saw the truth there.  Pete just sat
there and started to tremble.

"I think you'll make a great looking couple!  You should have told him long
ago."

Pete, tears trickling down his cheeks, whispered back "You're not going to
tell anyone, are you?  Do you hate me now?"

"Hate you?  What for?  And who would I tell?" She dimpled at him (she knew
nobody could resist her when she dimpled at them) and said, "Besides, I
want to help!"

"Still buds?" Pete whispered.

"Always!" she replied firmly.  Then Pete did something totally unexpected.
He collapsed, weeping uncontrollably, on her shoulder.  Gone was the cocky
smart-ass.  She just held on, stroking his hair and telling him it would be
OK.  His mom quietly opened the door.  Suzy have her a miniscule headshake
and she went back downstairs.  Finally, the storm passed.

"You'll make a great psychiatrist, you know.  Just think of all the money
I'll owe you by the time we grow up!" Pete told her.  Her fondest dream was
to become a therapist.  It looked like she was off to a good start.

Well, Suzy was asked to stay for dinner (which she gratefully accepted.
Her mom had made liver.)  Pete's family did notice that he was very subdued
but figured it would pass as it always did.  Then Pete and Suzy adjourned
to his room to get down to some serious plotting.  They quickly found that
it was much more fun with the two of them plotting.

"You should write him a poem.  That's the sort of thing he'd expect from a
girl.  Maybe a love sonnet."

Pete groaned.  "Couldn't I just copy one from a book or something?"

"No, no, it has to be from the heart.  Your heart."

Pete grinned.  It was so weird!  Suzy knew about him and didn't hate him.
And stranger yet, it actually felt good to have her know about him.  He
felt free!

Eventually they came up with something.  Pete thought of it as free verse.
It went something like this:

	Eric -

	I'd like to tell you how I feel
	But mere words are inadequate
	Always know
	That you're in my heart

Pete thought it was great while Suzy held her nose and made a face.  Oh
well, you can't please everyone.  They also wrote out the week's notes
together.  They cut out words and letters from various old magazines and
pasted them to a piece of paper for the final note (to be delivered that
Friday before the party).  They both giggled, thinking it was just like
some sort of ransom note in a movie.

Before Suzy went hone that night Pete gave her a big hug (startling her
severely) and whispered in her ear "You're the best girl-bud!"  Suzy
blushed all the way home, thinking warm thoughts about her best boy-bud.

As he always did, Eric slept over Pete's house that Saturday.  Eric's dad
had to work late 3 Saturday's a month and they'd had this arrangement for a
long time.  They played, wrestled (Eric won and of course enforcing his
dominance with 'monster noogies') and talked just like usual.  Then it was
time for bed.  They lay on the twin beds in Pete's room, shooting the shit
as always.

"I wonder who's sending me the damn notes!  It's beginning to get on my
nerves." Eric exclaimed.

"Probably some lovesick girl, pining for you." Pete assured him.

"Yeah, well, if it's a girl she's gonna be real disappointed."

"Why?  You're like, one of the best looking boys in school.  Any girl would
want you, I'd think.  And you're always so nice to everyone, hell, you
hardly even cuss!  Why wouldn't anyone want you?"  He could see Eric's
bare, smooth chest in the dim light across the room.  He longed to go over
and run his hands all over the soft flesh but he didn't dare.  Little did
he know that his best bud across the room was having exactly the same
thoughts.

"Just because.  Let's go to sleep, I'm bushed."  With that they both rolled
over and lay in the dark, both thinking that they had just said too much,
revealed too much of themselves.


The next Monday, Suzy sprung the next phase of the operation on Eric.
Before homeroom (Eric was on time that morning, prompting Pete to suggest
that he buy a lottery ticket) she walked up to Eric and handed him the
poem.

"It's been you all along?" he demanded of her.

"No, not me, and I can't reveal who it is, I promised not to.  I can say
that you'll find out this Friday at my Valentine's Day party.  If I tell
you any more I'll have to kill you.  Be there or be square!"  She turned
and walked away without another word.  Eric grimaced at her back in pure
frustration.  Then he read the poem, groaned, and shoved it into his pants
pocket.  He did not, Pete noticed, throw it away.

The week passed slowly for all concerned, and on Friday Suzie delivered the
final note.  It instructed Eric to be in her sister's bedroom at precisely
nine o'clock to meet his mystery admirer.  Eric took the note from her said
"I'll be there!"  He then stalked away muttering under his breath.  Suzy
and Pete shared a smug grin.  They really had him going now!  She wondered
if the CIA had any openings for teenage plotters.

At exactly 8:45 the wheels started coming off of their plan.  Pete had cold
feet and was absolutely bouncing of the walls in a total panic.  Suzy
endured it stoically.

"What if he doesn't want me?  What if he beats the crap out of me?  Will
you at least say something nice at my funeral?"

Suzy rolled her eyes.  He'd never be a good spy if he kept letting his
nerves get the better of him.  "Would James Bond be this nervous?  Would
Our Man Flint?  Come on, get a grip!"  She walked over to Pete and gave him
a warm, firm hug and whispered in his ear "It'll be OK.  I just know it."

Pete just nodded and drew a shuddering breath.  Suzy went to find Eric.
She did find him, weaving drunkenly through the partygoers.  Shit, someone
had spiked the punch!  Her dad would kill her for having alcohol at the
party!  Well, first things first.  She grabbed Eric by the arm and
propelled him into the bathroom.  Without mercy she stuck her finger down
his throat, with the expected reaction.  After he was done she rummaged I
the medicine cabinet and handed him some Tums.

"Here, chew these up, they'll settle your stomach.  And then gargle with
the mouthwash.  Hurry up, we don't have all night!"  She was pissed.  "Ooh,
boys!  Pe...er your admirer is expecting the nite of a lifetime and I'm NOT
gonna bring hi...them a fall-down drunk.  You have 3 minutes to clean up
and be presentable.  Ooh, boys!"  She stormed out of the bathroom and went
upstairs to find a clean shirt of her brother's for him to wear.

"Here, put this on, it doesn't stink of booze."  She glanced at the clock.
8:55 on the dot.  "How could you?!"  Eric at least had the grace to be
embarrassed.  She knew how important this was to Pete.

She grabbed Eric by the hand and began to lead him upstairs.  Halfway
there, he stopped dead and asked her "Just tell me, please, I gotta know,
is it Pete?  Is he my secret admirer?  God, I hope so!  Is it him?"  Suzy
just gave him a poker face and took him upstairs.  The party, she noticed,
was in full swing despite the presence of the adults.

Once upstairs she produced a red bandanna and blindfolded Eric.  He started
to speak and she put a finger on his lips.  Then she led him onto the
bedroom and put him on the bed, next to Pete, who had on his sexiest silk
shirt, unbuttoned to his navel.  Then the pressed "Play" on her boom box
and quickly exited.  The soft strains of the Righteous Brothers' "You've
Lost That Lovin' Feelin'" filled the room.  Pete gently embraced his larger
friend and removed the blindfold.  Eric blinked a couple of times and then,
with a wicked smile, gently pulled the smaller boy onto his lap.  With the
difference in their sizes, he fit perfectly; their eyes were exactly level
with each other.

"I've been hoping it was you!" he said softly.  Pete was too overcome with
emotion to say a word.  "What, nothing to say?  First time for everything I
guess!"

Then they both leaned forward and their lips met.  Their first, tentative
probing gave way to a passionate, wholehearted French kiss as they melted
into one another.  In no time flat they were tongue wrestling like mad and
swapping spit like there was no tomorrow.  They were both determined to
give the other the maximum amount of pleasure possible.  Eric, being
bigger, finally gained the upper hand and wetly slithered his tongue down
Pete's throat.  He was rewarded with a gasp form the smaller boy as he
began to run his hands over Pete's chest, paying special attention to his
soft, warm nipples.  He broke the kiss as he began working his way down
Pete's throat, kissing, sucking, and nibbling the whole way.  Pete could
only spasm in Eric's arms and make incoherent noises, so great was his
pleasure.  When he got to the hairless chest, he began working over every
inch of skin until he reached Pete's right nipple, which he sucked hard,
taking in as much skin around it as he could.  Pete arched his back and
moaned loudly.  Fortunately, nobody would hear an earthquake over the noise
of the party downstairs.  With Pete's nipples sucked, he moved downward,
stopping to blow a raspberry in Pete's bellybutton (making them both giggle
like crazy).  Then, with trembling hands, he undid and removed Pete's
pants, leaving him completely naked.  The 5" hairless slim hard cock that
he found was the most beautiful sight he's ever seen.  Greedily, Eric
licked every inch of Pete's dick and balls, eliciting more squirming and
loud moaning form him.  Eric just smiled to himself and took the head into
his mouth, sucking softly and swirling his tongue around it.  He could tell
it wouldn't be long before Pete blew his load and soon the boy passed the
point of no return.  He moaned, thrashed his head from side to side, and
spurted no less than six strong jets of cum into Eric's mouth.  Eric lapped
them up and kept sucking, hoping for more.  Finally, Pete collapsed
breathing hard and sweating like mad.

Eric just held him, stroking his smooth hairless skin and enjoying their
closeness.  After a few minutes, Pete began to stir and begin his
examination of the bigger boy.  He stroked, kissed, and licked Eric all
over.  He wanted to crawl inside his skin; he could never get enough of
Eric!  He did his nipples, sucking and nibbling on each one, before moving
down to the throbbing hardon.  It was 7" long and much thicker that his
own.  It was also dribbling pre-cum all over.  Pete licked the head,
experimentally tasting it.  Mmmm, good!  He enthusiastically began to slurp
on it, nearly causing Eric's eyes to cross with pleasure.  Well, it wasn't
long before the inevitable happened as Eric's dick began to twitch and jump
in his mouth.  Pete thought he was gonna drown (but what a way to go) and
kept swallowing valiantly.  Finally, tired and sweaty, they collapsed on
the bed.  After a few minutes Eric said the words they'd both been dying to
hear, "Love you!"

Eric thought they were done, but Pete had one more surprise for him.

"I want you to fuck me.  Now!"

"It'll hurt you!  I never want to hurt you!  No, we shouldn't, not now."
The last thing that he wanted was to hurt his newly discovered love.

"No, it'll be OK, I've been, well, uh, well practicing."

"Practicing?  With what?" asked Eric, a bit startled.

"Well, if you must know, with vegetables, OK?  Carrots and a cucumber.
They were the right shape and I didn't have any other ideas.  Please?  I
really want to do this for you."

Well, I guess, but take it out if it hurts."  Eric was still doubtful

Pete grabbed the tube of lubricant and began to apply it to Eric's
again-hard dick.  It was so beautiful, and it felt so great in his hands.
Then it was time as he put Eric flat on his back and began to lower himself
onto the hard cock.  He gasped once as the head slipped in and stopped
moving for over a full minute.  Eric couldn't believe the amazing
sensations as he began to penetrate Pete's butthole.  Pete slowly,
methodically worked his way downward.  Both boys grunted repeatedly until
Pete felt Eric's pubes brush his smooth ass.  When it was all the way in,
he cautiously sat back and felt the engorged cock brush up against his
prostate, making him jump.  Then he was rocking back and forth, gasping,
while Eric pumped his hips and gently masturbated his cock.  It was no more
than a couple of dozen strokes before both boys started cumming again, this
time almost yelling out their pleasure.  For Pete, it was like someone had
stuck a live wire inside of him as he bumped and jerked, impaled on Eric's
hard cock.  Finally they both just lay there, gasping and spent.  After
several minutes Pete sat up with Eric's semi-hard dick still in him.  He
looked down at Eric and smiled.

"Will you be my Valentine?"

Suzy, standing guard outside the door, could hear their shouts of laughter
over the noise of the party downstairs and smiled to herself.