Date: Thu, 4 Apr 2002 12:24:08 -0800 (PST) From: deezul_j <deezul_j@gay.com> Subject: Thomas Does A Forty Ounce Thomas was drunk "Shit! Your mom is gonna kill me," Reese said, mostly to himself. "Huh? Why?" Thomas attempted to stand up from the deep cushioned chair he had sat in for the last hour playing the new revamped Spy Hunter on Reese's Playstation, all the while downing a forty- ounce Bud Light. When he had quickly polished off that one, he had started drinking from Reese's mostly neglected bottle -- still over half full. Now both were empty. "No wonder you weren't playing worth a shit!." Thomas moaned then slumped back into the chair, his eyes wide. "Reese, I'm fucked up." "You think?" Reese rolled his eyes. "I'm busted. I just know it" Thomas squinted his eyes, apparently trying to focus on his friend. "I didn't know you were going to slug it down that fast... do you know how hard it was get beer?" Reese began pacing. "You know... you still have three or four years before you can be a legal alcoholic." "Yes mommy." Thomas began to giggle. Reese, not able to resist Thomas' contagious laugh, started giggling himself. "You wont be laughing when you are standing up in front of your AA meetings... My name is Thomas and I am a fucking drunk!" "Yup, and my life went wrong since hanging around with Reese... forcing me to drink beer... yup, a bad influence." Thomas looked pale -- paler than usual anyway. Reese, being one half Asian, had always had the better tan, although he looked as much Anglo as Asian -- but at the moment, Thomas looked chalky white. "Yeah, I put a gun to your head... drink this Bud light or your dead." Thomas had been his friend on and off since the eighth grade. Although they had both changed in all the usual ways since then, Reese was still amazed how much Thomas had changed physically, from the lanky fourteen-year-old with braces and an acne problem to the well formed and quite fine looking seventeen-year-old who sat in his bedroom now, albeit drunk. -- short light hair, with fuzz on his chin that Reese would have been premature to call whiskers. He hadn't experienced the crazy growth spurts that Thomas had. Growing had been much more gradual for him -- almost imperceptible. "Oh fuck Reese, I gotta pee, bad!" "Go ahead. There's no one here but us. You know where the bathroom is" "Help me up," Thomas stretched out his hand. Reese grabbed his friend's hand and pulled. Thomas, now standing, tucked in his shirt, took three steps toward the hall and bumped the end table, sending the empty forty-ounce bottle tumbling to the floor. "Oh sorry... " Fortunately, the carpet was thick enough to cushion the landing. "Dammit, Thomas!" "Uhh... help me to the bathroom, Reese my boy" "I'm not your boy." Reese hung on to Thomas' shoulders from the back and guided him down the hall, through the bathroom door then stopped in front of the toilet. "Oh wait!" Reese reached around and lifted the lid. "Okay, now you can." Thomas just stood, doing nothing.. "Oh, sorry, I'll give you some privacy." "No! Stay here," Thomas whined. "Well, what?... you want me to hold it for you?" "Yeah." "You're drunk... " Reese grumbled. "Just hurry up and go." "Nope, you got to get it out for me." Reese sighed. "Quit screwin' with me. You're not that drunk." "Hurry, I'm going to pee my pants. I am, I swear!" Reese quickly unzipped his friend's zipper, and pulled down the front of his white briefs. "Okay, there." This was not at all like Mister Macho Thomas -- apparently Bud Light was his great liberator. "You have to aim it for me" Reese grabbed Thomas' penis in his fingers, aiming it toward the open toilet. "I saw this in a movie, I think." Immediately, the floodgate opened and what had been the forty-ounce Bud a little while earlier streamed out with force. "Ahhh" Thomas sighed. Reese felt the liquid passing though Thomas' penis like a garden hose. He also noticed it begin to thicken in his hand. "You getting a boner from this, Thomas?" "Well yeah, duh!... you're holding my dick." Reese rolled his eyes and chuckled. Finally, the flood died to a trickle, then stopped. "Shake it a little." Reese did, then let go and zipped Thomas back up and snapped his pants. "Hey Reese, remember when we jacked each other off back in eighth grade?" "Dammit, Thomas! Keep it down!" Thomas put a finger to his lips, making a shush noise. "I thought you said no one was home... " he whispered. He had a point, but Reese didn't concede it to him. Instead, he again grabbed his shoulders from behind and began guiding him back to the bedroom. "I'll call your mom and let her know you're spending the night. I'll tell her we're doing a Spy Hunter marathon." "Okay." Stopping in front of the same stuffed chair, Reese deposited his friend then went to the living room to call Thomas' house. Five minutes later, Reese came back into the room carrying a cup of coffee. "It's just instant. It's not even that hot." He handed the cup to Thomas. who immediately emptied it in four large gulps. By the way, I think I woke up your mom when I called, so now she's probably pissed at me." "Naw, she's not. Don't worry about it." Thomas blinked and squinted his eyes, shaking his head back and forth a few times. "Hey, there's two of you Reese!" A drunken Thomas was even stranger than the regular one. Even still, he couldn't help noticing how cute he was -- though Reese wasn't about to admit that to his intoxicated friend. It felt odd to even admit it to himself. "So, why did you ask if I remember the eighth grade, us, you know..." Reese was a little embarrassed even saying it out loud. "the jacking off thing?" "Oh, I don't know. "Thomas still shook his head, as if it might shake the buzz loose. "Well, okay... do you really want to know? " "Yeah," Reese sounded reluctant to hear the answer, but actually wanted to know. "I think about that when, uh... when... " "Just say it," Reese cut in. "Okay... confession time. When I'm jacking off sometimes, I replay that in my head... you and me, jacking each other off... and other stuff." Reese was about to say, me too, but all that came out of his mouth was, "Oh.." ... and other stuff? What were the chances of this -- that they both were secretly attracted to boys all this time, and neither knew it about the other? No one had known this about Reese. He barely knew it himself -- strictly closet material. Thomas talked about girls sometimes, didn't he? Had that just been a cover, as it had with himself? And did Thomas secretly have feelings for him all this time. What were the odds that they both had the hots for each other and neither of them had dared to let on -- until now, because Thomas was drunk? Reese got up from the bed and crouched down in front of Thomas, grabbing his shoe from his foot, pulling it off and dropping it to the floor. "Hey! What the fuck... " Thomas protested. "You're not sleeping in the bed fully dressed, Tommy!" Reese proceeded with the other shoe, then both socks. "I sleep with my socks on, Reeses! My feet get cold" "Yeah right, it's seventy-five degrees in here." Reese reached up and unsnapped Thomas' pants "Oh, you're going to pull down my pants... woo-who!... second time tonight" Reese paid no attention "lift your butt." Thomas did as Reese pulled them all the way off, then, without prompting, Thomas managed to pull his own shirt up and over his head. "Do I get to keep my underwear?" he whined sarcastically, his tee-shirt hanging over his head like an Egyptian headdress. The sight of his handsome drunken friend stripped down to his underwear, wearing his shirt on his head, caused him to suddenly burst out laughing. "What?" Thomas also resumed giggling. "You're so weird." Reese, my boy, you know you love me" "Yeah, right, sure I do," Reese attempted to straighten his face. He suddenly snatched the shirt from Thomas' head and tossed it into the corner, then sat back down on the bed and pulled off his own pants, not caring if his friend saw his black Point Zeros or not, "Man, Thomas, I can't believe how different you are when you're drunk" He pulled off his tee-shirt "I'm not really drunk, it's all just an act, to get into your bed with you" Reese snickered. "Yeah, right! You been gay all this time, but I never noticed. Sure." "Gay? I'm not gay! Shit!... jack your friend off one fucking time and suddenly you're gay! Reese slapped his head. "Duh!" "Come here a sec," Thomas motioned to Reese. His eyes were glassy, looking somehow not quite focused. He was definitely drunk, not just acting. "What?" "Come here for a second." Reese looked suspicious. "No, you come here." "I can't, I'll fall on my ass" Reese looked away "Just come here a sec" "Oh.. what now?" Reese stood. "Just come here." Reese clicked his tongue and walked toward the drunken, almost naked Thomas. "I'm right here. What do you want?" he insisted "Come here. Closer, down here." Reese bent down close to his friend. "Come here. closer... " "Yes?" "Closer" Reese, trying to act pissed off, forced a straight face and leaned still closer, expecting -- what? expecting him to whisper a secret in his ear? -- spit in his ear maybe, then laugh like a madman, as he had done once, a couple of years earlier? "I don't trust you, " he answered, cocking his head. "Oh that's cold," Thomas whispered. "Just come here... closer." "I'm here," he answered again. He was now eye to eye, almost nose to nose with Thomas, only an inch between their faces. The smell of Light and coffee was strong on Thomas' breath. Reese decided he didn't mind. "Yes, Thomas, what do you want?" He insisted, almost in a whisper.. "Closer... " Reese leaned in more. Their noses touched. Their eyes fixed to each other in a staring contest. "Yes Tommy? What do you want?" He leaned closer still, their lips now only a fraction of an inch apart.. "Reeses... " "What?" he whispered. "Ummm... " Thomas started. "I wanted to tell you... " "Yes?... wanted to tell me what?" He felt Thomas' bottom lip brush against his when he talked. It tickled. "I wanted to tell you... um... nice underwear." Reese chuckled quietly. "Thanks. They were a present." "Oh, and something else I wanted to tell you." Reese waited. "What's that?" "Um, I'm not gay" Thomas whispered. "Me either." "Then why are you kissing me?" "I'm not. You're kissing me." He thought about all the times he had jacked off, while mentally reliving their experience in the eighth grade, just as Thomas had confessed to doing. In his own masturbation fantasies, they had done more than just jack each other off. Much more. This must be just another dream. It had to be. Reese thought he might panic and jerk his head away. He should really -- he should stop this. . Reese stood back up. "You're such a space case." Thomas just put on a goofy smile. "Go ahead... insult me. I still love ya." "Uh-huh... bull," was all he could think of to say. Reese couldn't help noticing the change in Thomas' underwear. A bulge showed the perfect outline of his friend's erection, down to every detail. Reese was mesmerized for a few seconds. Then he was suddenly aware of a pressure in his own groin. Thomas was staring at him -- his eyes were focused straight at Reese's groin. He looked down at an embarrassingly large tent in his underwear. Thomas was eye level with it. He had to stare because it was practically in his face. "What you going to do with that," Thomas asked. "... shoot me?" Reese attempted to make a quick adjustment. It didn't work. Before Reese could even consider backing away, Thomas leaned forward and bit the end of the pole that made the huge tent in Reese's underwear "Ouch!" Reese flinched, but didn't back away. "What the fuck... ?" "Sorry, that was an accident" He was still staring. How could Thomas be acting so bold? Forty ounces of bravery, that's how -- plus half of his forty. That makes sixty ounces of bravery. "Whoose. That didn't hurt." "Yes it did," Reese lied. An overwhelming urge suddenly filled him -- he swatted it from his mind, backed away and sat on the bed. "Oh man, Reese, you know what?... I'm dizzy." "What do you mean? Why?" "I think I'm going to be sick... " Thomas made a swallowing noise, his hands cupped over his mouth. Reese jumped up, going into an immediate panic. "No! Don't! Oh fuck... wait... " "Psych!" Thomas laughed. Reese stopped, his eyes wide, then a look of relief covered his face. "You dick!" Thomas was still chuckling. "No, but really, I am dizzy, no shit." Reese held out his hand. "Come on." "What?" "Just come on," Reese insisted, grabbing Thomas' hand and pulling him up. Thomas stood, wobbling slightly and pushing down the bulge in underwear, seemingly trying to hide it. "Where we going?" "You'll see." He hung onto Thomas' hand and pulled him toward the door. Thomas resisted, refusing to follow. "No. tell me where first." "Just come on... I'll carry you if I have to." "Will you?" Thomas' eyes widened. "No... but I'll drag you if I have to." "Oh." Reese then got behind his friend and aimed him as he had earlier and walked him back to the bathroom. A panicked thought struck him as he guided Thomas down the hall -- what if his parents returned early, at that moment, to see him and Thomas walking around in their underwear, with erections proudly displayed? On top of that, Thomas was so obviously drunk. No way could he explain all of this. He backed Thomas in front of the toilet and closed the door. "Sit here a second." Thomas sat on the closed toilet lid while Reese turned on the shower. "What's up? I get to watch you take a shower?" "No, dipshit, I'm watching you take a shower. well... I mean... I meant, you are taking a shower, I'm just helping... oh, forget it" Thomas shook his head. "I'm not unless you are too." "I'm not the one who's so drunk he can't see straight." "Okay... okay... after I slip and fall and bust my head open and you have to call an ambulance and explain all of it at the hospital and then my parents sue your parents and... " "All right! Shut up already!" He again took Thomas' hand and pulled him up. "Hang on to my shoulder for a sec." Reese pulled Thomas' underwear down to his ankles. Thomas stepped out of them. "Aw Reeses, you just wanted to see me naked" "Uh-huh, right." Reese tried not to look as he stood back up but found it impossible. Thomas' perfect form pulled at Reese's attention -- his semi-erect penis stirred, moving up again. Both he and Thomas stood watching it grow longer and thicker before their eyes, Within seconds, it was fully erect, pointing in a slight upward curve. They looked at each other, both wearing an embarrassed smile. "Your turn." Thomas smiled wider. "Oh, you're loving this aren't you." Reese laughed. "Okay." Reese pulled down his underwear and stepped out of them. He was already completely hard. "Reeses, you beautiful hunk!" "Fuck you!" Reese chuckled. "... that cute little Asian dick of yours... " "Little?... what the fuck... little!" Reese thrust his hips forward in a macho-male pose. Reese had actually measured it once at an even six inches when hard. He guessed Thomas at about six and a half. "I'm just messin' with you... it isn't little. Actually, I could look at it all night" "Yeah-yeah weenie boy, get in." Reese held back the shower curtain with one hand and steadied Thomas with the other. He had actually considered surprising him with cold water -- Thomas deserved it -- but couldn't bring himself to be that cruel. When they both were in, he backed Thomas slowly under the water stream until it was flowing over his head and down his body, "How's that?... better?" "mm... yup, feels good." His eyes closed under the cascading water. Reese took the opportunity to study Thomas' face while hanging onto his sides to steady him. At that moment, he seemed beautiful. Reese wondered to himself how long he had felt this way about Thomas. He honestly didn't know. He had always refused to admit it to himself -- even to think about it. Sure, Thomas had the lead role in his sex fantasies, but sex was one thing. This was more. This feeling was not just in his groin, this was in his chest -- a sweet pain almost -- whenever he looked at Thomas. Worst yet was when he missed him. Then suddenly, without planning to, without even any warning from his own brain, he leaned his head forward into the flowing water with his friend and gently kissed his lips. "Hi Reeses," Thomas said softly "How's it going?" His hands moved to Reese's sides then he slowly pulled him closer, closing the space between their bodies.