Date: Sat, 20 Dec 2008 02:14:05 -0800 (PST)
From: James Jones <jacanakid21@yahoo.com>
Subject: Story: Twas a Few Nights Before Christmas

This tale contains descriptions of affection between young males; if this
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      Twas a Few Nights Before Christmas by justjames 17


Timmy arrived home from visiting his best friend André, both boys attended
St Joseph's Primary School and had been friends for 7 years; they were now
both 13years old and beginning to feel their puberty sweeping through their
young fit bodies. Both lads had experienced a growth spurt with the
accompanying joint aches as they suddenly began to grow and mature. The
two boys both developed interests in their boy bits and when Timmy
discovered his first few pubic hairs he was as excited as it was possible to be,
he raced down to André's to proudly show off and boast to his mate who still
had a bare completely smooth crotch. André was happy for Timmy but
wondered how long before he too got hairs down there, Timmy let his friend
feel his few silky strands of honey blond pubes and of course his dick
responded instantly by standing up stiffly at attention.

André giggled and gave the pulsing little stiffy a quick rub eliciting a gasp
from the excited Timmy and a definite throb in his hot hard cock, this
encouraged André to rub and squeeze it some more and soon Timmy was
gurgling with pleasure. In no time Timmy stiffened and humped into his
mate's warm hand, with a squeal he rose on tip toe, his eyes rolled back in
his head and his whole body stiffened as his cock pulsed crazily exuding a
small dribble of clearish liquid. Next thing his legs turned to jelly and he fell
back landing on his cute bum ripping his still throbbing dick from André's
grasp.

André looked horrified at his mate lying at his feet panting and shaking, he
feared he'd done something terrible to his best friend, "Timmy, oh Timmy, are
you alright?"

Timmy was unable to understand his words as his mind was a whirling
seething mass of neurons and flashes of light like fireworks exploding, slowly
he regained his breath and his senses and his body stopped feeling weird. He
lay there still panting a little, his sky blue eyes closed and his body every now
and then shuddered still, he opened his eyes squinting in the glare as he
peered up at André's worried face looking down at him. Timmy was dazed
and confused, what had happened and why was he on the floor? He shook
his head and looked down to see his shorts round his feet and his dick
exposed and then he remembered what had occurred.

"Cripes, I just spermed." Timmy thought, "WOW! I just spermed, my first
sperm and André caused it, how ace was that?"

Timmy struggled to sit up and André dropped to his knees looking worriedly
into Timmy's eyes, his soft brown orbs expressing his fear and worry, Timmy
grinned at him and said, "WOW André! You just wanked me off and I
spermed that was unreal mate."

André looked at his hand and the glistening juice adhering to his fingers, his
eyes widened as Timmy's words penetrated his consciousness, he'd just made
his mate sperm and there on his fingers was the proof. He lifted his hand up
staring at the glistening drool, he sniffed at his coated fingers found it didn't
smell nasty or in fact anything. His young mind being inquisitive wondered
what it tasted like and he slowly extended his pink tongue and touched the
juice with the very tip before taking it back into his mouth and savouring it.
Timmy watched his mate as if hypnotised he held his breath as André's
tongue touched his sperm and retreated again, "I wonder how it tastes?"

André smiled and licked at the goo again before offering his fingers to Timmy
who also licked at his juice, both lads enjoyed the naughty dirty idea and then
they cleaned every drop off André's fingers relishing the slightly sweet taste.
André looked at Timmy and smiled, "Timmy that was awesome, did you enjoy
it too?"

Timmy grinned and nodded vehemently, "Yeah mate, it was totally unreal and
way better than before when I had dry orgasms."

André looked pensive and whispered, "I wonder how long before I can do
sperm, I still only dry spasm, it's fun but I so want to sperm."

Timmy got to his feet and pulled up his shorts tucking his little cum gun back
in his briefs and said, "I'll do you now if you'd like mate then I've got to head
home or I'll get a whacking for being late for tea, André pulled down his
shorts exposing his 4inches of slender pink dick with its blue tracery of blood
vessels under the fine outer skin, Timmy smiled and said, "It mightn't sperm
yet mate but its still a lovely dick."

Timmy could smell his mate's special aroma as he began stroking the steel
stiff dick dragging André's long fleshy hood back and forth over his proud
little helmet, André shook and shivered as he began puffing, his dick throbbed
a couple of times then it went stiffer and pulsed in his grasp. André gurgled
and squeaked as he grabbed Timmy's shoulders to stop himself falling over,
his body like a tight wound spring as his orgasm raged through his slender
lanky frame. The feelings passed and he calmed down watching Timmy still
gently stroking him till it got too sensitive and he pulled Timmy's hand off his
still hard boy spike. André croaked, "Oh Timmy that still felt amazing even if
no sperm came out I love when you wank me."

The two lads hugged each other then Timmy bent down and pulled up
André's shorts as he said, "Sorry mate I've got to run I'll see you tomorrow."

With that Timmy raced out running up the road to his house, he banged
through the front gate hardly slowing as he bounded up onto the wide
veranda, he opened the front door and almost jumped inside slamming the
door behind him. He waited for his parents usual admonition about slamming
doors but the house was dead silent, Timmy felt a cold chill sweep through
him and his smooth skin developed goose bumps, he couldn't understand why
he felt this way and he tip toed through to the lounge to find it empty on to
the kitchen he crept holding his breath as his eyes darted from side to side.
He was petrified for no reason but a strange foreboding seized him, he crept
into the kitchen, it too was empty the dinner still cooking on the stove, chops
burning under the griller filled the kitchen with a haze of smoke.

Timmy stood there tensed and scared he jumped like a scalded cat as the
smoke alarm in the hall shrieked like a banshee scaring Timmy to the core, in
fright he screamed, his bladder let go and urine flooded his briefs and shorts
running down his colt like legs into his sneakers. Timmy's heart pounded in
his chest as he turned about eyes bugging from his head, where were his
parents, why was the dinner burning on the stove? Timmy was very afraid
but knew not why he was scared to search the house in case of what he
might find, had something terrible happened while he was up at André's his
mum was getting dinner prepared when he'd left and his dad hadn't got
home from work.

Timmy curled up into a wet miserable ball under the kitchen table, he began
to weep and sob his whole being shaking, the stink of burning meat and
vegetables as the water in the pots evaporated filled the kitchen and the siren
kept screaming drumming in his ears. Eventually the noise and stench forced
Timmy to turn off the stove, he opened the back door to allow the smoke to
escape out into the night, he'd not even realised the sun had set. Timmy
looked down at his damp shorts and he tottered to the stairs to go up and
shower. He turned on the lights climbing the stairs slowly, timidly and
reached the top landing his room was past his parent's bedroom, he saw their
door was open and the vase of flowers on the table outside their room was
smashed and lying on the floor, flowers strewn across the carpet.

Timmy approached the open door and peered around the doorjamb in the
light from the landing he saw his mother on the bed, still as if asleep. Timmy
whispered, "Mum, wake up mum dinner is all burnt and ruined. Mum wake
up."

No reaction to his call he reached for the light switch flicking it on, Light
flooded the room illuminating the horrifying mess, his mother lay there on
carmine sheets, her face pale drained of blood, a huge gash across her throat
completed the horror. Timmy stood trembling tears coursing down his face as
he stared in disbelief; he turned his head and saw another figure face down
on the once cream carpet surrounded by a crimson stain. Timmy knew it was
his dad but what had happened, his shocked mind shut down and he sagged
to the floor in a dead faint.

Timmy recovered his senses and crawled out of the room closing the door as
he made his way to his room where he crawled under his bed and curled into
a ball sucking his thumb as his mind shut down from grief and shock.

The sun rose as normal and Timmy remained comatose under his bed, later
on André came looking for his mate and after ringing the front door bell he
wandered around to the backyard and saw the back kitchen door was open.
He climbed the steps and opened the fly wire door as he called, "Timmy are
you home? It's me, André?"

No reply but André saw and smelt the lingering stink of the burnt dinner, he
knew something bad had happened, he called out again, "Timmy where are
you what's happened?"

Again no answer so he gingerly entered the kitchen and walked to the foot of
the stairs calling up them, "Timmy are you up there mate?"

All was quiet but André just knew Timmy was up there he sensed it, he crept
up the stairs and along the hallway dodging the broken vase and scattered
flowers and made his way to Timmy's bedroom. He looked inside saw
Timmy's bed hadn't been slept in and was about to leave when he heard a
faint sound from the bed. He walked across and dropped to his knees before
lifting the bed spread and bending down to peer underneath. There he saw
his best friend curled into a ball, he reached out his hand touching Timmy's
thigh and Timmy flinched away. André whispered, "Timmy it's ok, it's me
André what's wrong mate? Talk to me."

André finding his friend wouldn't react to his plea squirmed under the bed
and spooned around Timmy holding him, he felt how chilled Timmy was from
lying all night on the floor and thought he'd better get him out and up onto
the bed. He could smell stale urine on his friend and knew he'd wet himself
sometime during the night. Gently André wriggled back holding Timmy
against him until they were out on the floor beside the bed, André gently
lifted Timmy in his arms and placed him on the bed still curled up sucking his
thumb. He could get no response from Timmy and he decided he'd ring his
mum and see what they should do.

André removed Timmy's sneakers, socks, shorts and underpants then covered
him with the bedspread before going to the phone downstairs and ringing his
mum who said she'd be right there. André went back to Timmy and lay beside
him hugging him and gently stroking his hair as he whispered over and over,
"It's ok Timmy, you're ok mate."

André's mum Helen arrived and came upstairs calling out to André who told
her where they were, Helen walked in looked at the two boys, felt Timmy's
forehead and said, "The vase was smashed in the hall, something bad has
happened here André I can feel it, something is terribly wrong. Where are
Timmy's parents?"

André looked at her and shook his head, Helen told him she was going to look
around and walked out into the hallway, she checked the door opposite
Timmy's room to find the bathroom with everything in place then she moved
to the door next to Timmy's room opening it, the stench of blood filled her
nostrils as she looked into the brightly sunlit room. She saw the two bodies
and the drying blood and staggered back her face pale as a ghost, her breath
caught in her throat as she gagged. Her stomach turned over and she
vomited on the carpet, closing the door she staggered to the telephone
dialing 000 emergency, the operator asked what service she said police and
she was put through to the right number.

The police told her not to touch anything and that they would be there as
soon as possible, Helen trembling and tasting bile in her mouth made her way
to the bathroom where she rinsed her mouth before returning to Timmy's
bedroom. She told André the police were on the way and she sat on the bed
rubbing her son's back as she told him what she'd found. The sound of sirens
roused her from her shocked state and she went downstairs to open the front
door for the police. The first two uniformed officers walked in, while two
others stood guard outside the front door, she led them upstairs pointing to
the closed door, they opened it and stood there silently surveying the grisly
scene and waiting for the detectives and forensic department to arrive.

Helen even though distressed to the max comforted both boys as she sat on
the bed beside them; the detectives stomped up the stairs and joined the two
uniformed officers before the detective sergeant came to talk to Helen and
the boys. He stood in the doorway looking at the tableau on the bed, he saw
a shocked woman, a worried boy and a totally traumatised second lad, he
cleared his throat and said, "I'm detective sergeant John Mills, can anybody
tell me anything about what has happened here?"

Helen shook her head and replied, "No my son André came down here this
morning to meet Timmy, they are best mates, he rang me not long after he
arrived telling me Timmy was in a terrible state and asked me to come down.
I came and began looking for Timmy's parents, looked in the bathroom no
sign of them then I opened the bedroom door and saw the bodies and the
blood, I threw up and closed the door and rang the 000 number."

John nodded as she spoke then asked, "Do you mind if we finger print you
and the two boys as we must eliminate your prints from all others?"

Helen nodded and he went on, We'll do that shortly for now we need to find
out what happened here."

He left the room and walked next door where the forensic specialists were
working clad in their strange white suits and protective shoes and gloves with
masks and caps covering their mouths and hair to protect the scene. Cameras
flashed as they took pictures of the scene while the place was dusted for
fingerprints, the detectives and uniformed officers stood watching them work.
As they waited for the scientific branch to finish the coronial doctor arrived
and John asked if he could have a look at Timmy, he did so and said that the
lad was in deep shock and needed careful watching and some medications to
relax him. The medic asked if Timmy had any relatives and André mumbled
that he'd met Timmy's grandparents on his mum's side a couple of times,
their name is Harris and I think they lived in Canberra.

One of the uniformed policemen suggested he look in the family's teledex to
see if he could find the phone numbers of relatives, then John nodded saying,
"Good idea, do that thanks Rouse and while you are at the phone call for an
ambulance to take young Timmy to the hospital."

Helen looked worried and asked if she and André could accompany him, as he
had no one else present, the detective agreed it might be a good idea. The
ambulance arrived and Timmy was loaded aboard André was allowed to travel
with him and Helen went home collected her car and told her husband Ron
where she was going and telling him of the terrible tragedy. Timmy was
basically comatose and unresponsive to all external contact, André held his
hand in his trying to support his mate and let him know he wasn't alone as
the ambulance weaved its way slowly through the traffic as there was no
urgency to rush the patient to surgery.

Timmy was unloaded and examined by the emergency ward doctors but still
he wasn't responding or even acknowledging their presence or his
surroundings as he continued to curl up and suck on his thumb. He was
administered a tranquilliser to calm and relax him, his tensed body slowly
relaxed and the nurse straightened his body out on the bed. Timmy was
watching his mate eyes clouded with tears as he saw how unresponsive
Timmy was. He wanted to hug him and help him but knew at the moment it
was useless so he just sat quietly with his mum wringing his hands helplessly.

Days passed and little changed in Timmy's reactions, he was fed
intravenously as he showed no response to food, slowly though the drugs
eased his shock and misery and he suddenly burst into tears, his whole body
wracked with horrendous shuddering sobs. André rushed to his side and took
him in his arms crying with him as he hugged his distressed friend. Timmy
hugged him back and their faces were pressed together tear wet cheek to
tear wet cheek. Then unable to resist André pressed his soft lips to Timmy's,
the boys kissed intensely, their hugs tightened as the kissed. The urge to
breathe broke the kiss and André pulled back slightly looking into Timmy's
bloodshot tear moist eyes.

Timmy looked back at his best friend and suddenly they hugged tight and
kissed feverishly, Timmy moaning as they kissed. Helen sat there watching
fondly, she knew how much André loved Timmy and now the two boys were
united but sadly by Timmy's grief and loss. The kiss broke and André moved
onto the bed beside his mate so they lay side by side but holding hands with
fingers interlocked. Footsteps approached the room and an aged couple
appeared at the door, it was Timmy's grandparents, they entered the room
and Helen got to her feet to greet them saying, "Hello I'm Helen Burrows,
Timmy's best friend André's mother and this is André. Would you like us to
leave so you can spend time with Timmy?"

The elderly man shook his head and replied, "Oh no that's not necessary we
aren't staying long; we just wanted to see Timmy and explain that we can't
take him in and look after him. My wife is not well and I'm having trouble
looking after her so I can't handle the extra problem of raising Timmy."

Helen nodded her head and placed her hand on the wrinkled frail hand of the
man, "I understand your problem, where are Timmy's other relatives?"

He shook his head and said, "I don't know they vanished from the scene
many years ago, Timmy's father married our daughter against their will and
they disowned him and wanted nothing more to do with him or his family."

Helen stood there deep in thought, the murder of Timmy's mother by his
father who then killed himself was shattering but somehow she had to help
Timmy through this awful disaster she knew André would hate to lose his
friend which could happen if Timmy was put into care. She had to talk things
through with Ron and see what he thought about them fostering Timmy
somehow. André was still on the bed with Timmy and hugging him again as
the lad began crying due to what his grandparents had said about not being
able to care for him. André felt the bond strengthening between himself and
Timmy, his heart ached for his friend and he wanted to absorb all the pain
and grief that wracked him so terribly, "Why was Timmy being treated so
badly? He didn't deserve what had happened, no way."

André looked at his mum and could see she was thinking hard, he hoped that
maybe she was thinking that Timmy could live with them and that would be
totally ace because then they could be together all the time. Timmy's
grandparents stayed for a while then gave him a hug and left to return to
their home in Canberra. By then it was the end of visiting hours so André and
Helen left Timmy and drove home. Helen prepared the evening meal with
André helping and Ron came home from work as it was ready, during the
meal Helen raised the idea of Timmy living with them if they could obtain
custody or foster parents role. Ron listened as she talked but remained silent.

André's heart was in his mouth as he watched his dad, would he agree?
André was praying silently that he would, if he disagreed André would be
devastated, he'd worked himself up to believing that Timmy would be his new
and only brother how much better for a best friend? André's heart was in his
mouth as he watched and waited for his dad's decision, time seemed to drag
to a halt as he sat there staring at his dad expectantly. Eventually Ron rubbed
his chin and cleared his throat, "Ahem, Helen you do realise that you are
taking on a virtually unknown problem, Timmy has gone through a soul
destroying period that no boy should ever be made to endure. He is going to be
mentally scarred through this and who knows how it will effect him. It could
lead to all sorts of mental problems and that could also affect André."

André opened his mouth to speak but his mum cut him off, "Ron, we must try
to help Timmy, he has nobody else to do it. If he is institutionalised it will
probably destroy him utterly and you know he and André are very close
friends. We have to at least attempt to help him."

Timmy finally got to speak, "Dad! Timmy won't hurt me we love each other
and are inseparable friends. Please dad let us try to help Timmy, please."

Ron looked at André with a stunned expression, "You what? Did you just say
you and Timmy are lovers? I definitely don't think it's a good idea to bring
him into our family, you are too young to know what love is yet André."

Helen glared at him, "Ron don't talk down to André like that he is a sensitive
and intelligent boy as is Timmy, I have witnessed the feelings between our
son and Timmy, it is real and deep. If anyone can help Timmy come through
this trauma it is André, we owe it to Timmy, his parents and André to try."

André sat there shoulders slumped expecting his dad to put the knockers on
the idea, he waited and waited while silence reigned, after what seemed like
hours Ron shrugged and said, "Well if you both are so positive that Timmy
will settle in here with us let's do it."

André leapt to his feet and threw his slim arms about his dad's neck and
hugged him with every ounce of his being, "Thank you dad we'll do it ok,
Timmy will be my brother you'll see everything will be ok."

Ron hugged André back and kissed his forehead, "Ok André you don't have to
choke me mate, I believe you."

Timmy left the hospital on Christmas Eve and Ron, Helen and André picked
him up and they all drove home together, Timmy sat in the back with André
who had an arm about his shoulders while they held hands. Timmy was still
not completely back to his usual self but there was a vast difference to his
previous state, he was reacting to André and both boys were showing their
excitement. They pulled into their drive and parked the car, André opened the
back door and Timmy followed him out of the car still holding hands as they
followed Helen to the front door.

André led Timmy upstairs to their bedroom, Ron had bought a king size bed
and installed it for the lads, The two boys lay together hugging on the bed
until dinner time. They had their meal and returned to the bedroom snuggling
together as André gave Timmy all the support he could. They fell asleep
eventually and downstairs Ron and Helen prepared the Christmas presents for
their two sons. Timmy awoke André in the early hours of the morning
screaming, his body saturated with perspiration, Helen came running into the
room to find André hugging Timmy whispering in his ear, "It's ok Timmy, you're
safe now, don't be scared."

Helen stood there watching her son calm Timmy down, she smiled lovingly at
the two boys before returning to her bed, "It's ok Ron, André is pacifying
Timmy he had a bad dream, our son is amazing darling, he is wise beyond his
years."

Next morning the two boys were excited, the night terrors forgotten, they
raced downstairs to the lounge room to find what Santa had brought. Timmy
didn't think he'd get anything because he wasn't in his own home, but André
rummaging through the gaily-wrapped parcels joyously held out a box saying,
"Here Timmy this one's yours."

Timmy took the parcel and began tearing off the wrappings to find a WII
console, his pale drawn face lit up like a beacon as he exclaimed, "Oh Wow!
Santa knew I was here how awesome."

The lads found a few more presents of clothing and André found an Ipod with
his name on it, their excited voices brought Ron and Helen down and they
watched the two boys smiling at their joy. Ron then said, "Boys there are a
couple more gifts in the garage why don't you go and have a look."

André led Timmy as they raced to the garage, inside were two gleaming
imported American Schwinn Cruiser bicycles, their eyes popped when they
saw these amazing bikes, Timmy stood there tears running down his pale
cheeks as André hugged him. Timmy sobbed into his shoulder, "Oh André this
is the best Christmas ever, thank you for being my friend."

André looked into Timmy's teary eyes and kissed his pink quivering lips, both
boys paused lip locked together, then as their fears dissolved they relaxed
and pressed together arms caressing each other. They remained hugging and
kissing in the quiet garage only their rapid breathing audible as they enjoyed
each other's warmth.  The boys walked back inside holding hands, Timmy
went to Helen and hugged her still sobbing, "Thank you for taking me in and
making this my best Christmas, my parents never treated me so well."

Ron stood beside Helen and whipped his eyes then he ruffled Timmy's long
blond unruly bed hair, "You are most welcome Timmy you are part of the
family now. Merry Christmas little man."

André watched his father's reaction to Timmy and was both excited and
happy that his best friend was being accepted into the family, he moved in
and threw his arms around his mate hugging him, Timmy hugged back then
they kissed passionately. Ron and Heather both stood smiling indulgently as
they watched the two young lovers expressing their feelings so openly.

Early in the New Year Timmy's parents' solicitors contacted him through Ron
and Heather and arranged to visit him, they all sat in the lounge room
listening to what the lawyers had to say. Timmy was to inherit all his parent's
estate, the house, jewelry and shares and money; he would be quite a
wealthy young man when he turned 21. His education was assured by monies
invested for the purpose while the rest would be held in trust, a monthly
allowance and funds towards his living expenses were all covered in his
parents' wills. It was as if his parents had forebodings that something was
going to happen to them. The arrangements certainly made Timmy's life into
the future secure, Ron and Helen refused the money that was set aside to
cover Timmy's living expenses except for his education funds. Timmy was
happy with his new home and family and André was overjoyed to have his friend
and lover living under the same roof.



                              The end.


I'd like to wish all the readers a very Merry Christmas & a Great 2009 may
it be all you desire.

Hugs, james x