Date: Fri, 24 Dec 1999 15:37:34 +1100 From: AJAY Subject: Care Bear's Christmas A White Christmas Down Under Written by AJAY This story is a Christmas present for Jase and for all my readers at Nifty. Check out my other stories at Nifty if you liked this one. (Nifty prolific authors under AJAY) Disclaimer Warning: You know that if you are under the legal age of consent to read such erotic material as this, or if you are offended by the subject matter, you shouldn't be reading this, so DO NOT READ any further. This is a Fictional story and any relation to any real person is purely Coincidental - yadda, yadda, yadda, you know the drill. All rights reserved. This is Not to be used anywhere or reproduced without the author's prior permission. Now kick back, enjoy, and let me know if you like it. It was Christmas Eve and another sweltering, summer's night. Tomorrow was expected to be a scorcher, and tonight was giving us a taste of things to come, making it difficult to sleep. The air was hot and sticky, with not even a slight breeze to bring some comfort. How my cousin could sleep soundly on the couch in the lounge room, I'll never know. It was one of the things I admired about him, the way he could just turn himself off and a nuclear explosion couldn't disturb him until he wanted to waken. Ever since we were kids, he always had the knack to sleep anywhere and anytime no matter what was going on around him; and it looks as though he hasn't lost it. Watching him at rest made me realise at that moment just how much I missed him. How I missed having him around, missed his gentle jibes and friendly banter, and infectious humour. It was good to have Jason back in my life; I don't know how I ever managed without him. This was the first time in about eight years we'd seen each other ever since he shifted up to Queensland with his parents when we were both about 12 years old. It was a trying time for both of us because we were inseparable. We kept in touch by phone and email but it wasn't the same as having him physically present by my side. Jase was a tactile kid, and I realised I missed that most of all. He always preferred to hug you than shake your hand. If he were feeling down he'd open up his arms and you'd have to give him a hug. He always had an arm draped over my shoulder, or would often sneak up on me and give me a cuddle no matter where we were or whom we were with. I called him my cuddle Carebear who liked cuddles and hugs. It was a nickname that stuck. Yeah, it was the cuddles; I missed the tactile reassurance of his presence. In that interval a lot had happened to both of us; we have grown, matured into young men, and become much more than what we were as kids. Jason was even the manager of his own company, but I never doubted that would happen. He was always special in my book. I remember the first night we slept together. It was school holidays and his parents had to go away on some trip, so Jason lived with us for the two weeks while they were gone. We were being hyperactive and seeing how much damage we could cause on the one-day. We went roller-blading in the morning until it got too hot, and then went down to the pool and spent the rest of the day on the water-slide. Both of us were exhausted by the end of the day, and a couple of hours on the playstation had us bleary-eyed as well. While our bodies wanted sleep, our minds didn't want to give in to the inevitable. We had both stripped off to our boxers and Jase was lying on the spare bed in my room, while I spread out on my own bed. Suddenly we both stopped talking and an eerie silence filled the room. "Ads, is your body sore? I'm aching all over here." Said Jason. "Yeah, I know what you mean." I replied suddenly feeling the aches. "I tell ya what, I'll give you a massage if you'll do me." "Really? I wouldn't know what to do." "That's okay. I'll go first and show you what to do." "Okay." I replied eagerly to feel my cousin's hands on me. I turned over onto my stomach with my head on the pillow while Jason straddled my back. He started on my shoulders, working on the muscles with his probing fingers. It felt so nice and relaxing. He seemed to know what he was doing, though I don't know where he learnt it. He knew all the right spots to work on; sending shivers and thrills through me at his touch. Slowly he worked his way down my body; over the shoulders, and down my back. I felt him crawl down my body and I swear I could feel his dick nestled over my butt. Then it was gone and he was working on my legs. Down the thigh his fingers worked, over the calves and then kneading the feet. It was ticklish and yet exciting at the same time. Back up the legs his hands caressed, stopping at the top and then moving to the inner thigh. From here they continued their upward journey until they touched my balls. The silk boxers added to the sensation, coursing through my body like an electric shock. Then the hands moved up and started massaging my bum like he was kneading dough. By this time I was completely boned up and enjoying every minute of it and never wanted it to end. I felt a tugging on my hip as Jason encouraged me to turn over. At first I didn't want him to see my hard little dick but I glanced back and saw that he had tented his boxers as well, and I didn't mind anymore. Once I turned over, Jason moved back to sit on top of me, and I felt the boxer-covered warmth of his buttocks settle over my raging little boner. He scooted down a little so that our dicks were pressed together and he began to massage my chest. The movement caused our dicks to rub together. I was looking up into his smiling face as he worked on my body. Both of us were enjoying this immensely. This time his hands moved more quickly down towards my boxers. He scooted down a little once more so that the head of his dick nudged against my balls. Then forgetting about the rest of my body, Jason took my hard penis in his hands and started massaging it. I was in heaven and my heavenly angel was giving me pleasure. I had dreamt about this the very first time I managed to shoot my first load, and now it was actually happening live. The head poked through the front of my boxers and Jason pulled it and my balls out of the flap. I reached over to his tented boxers and pulled his out as well. Our breathing had got laboured and our hearts raced as we enjoyed this new game. I had often played with myself as part of my morning ritual, but it was a completely different feeling to have Jason's hand around my prick, and mine around his. On some hidden signal we seemed to pick up each other's rhythms. As Jason got closer to climax, he put our dicks together, wrapped our hands around them both and started humping into our hands. Feeling his boner slide over mine, was more than I could handle. Sensations overwhelmed us both, and I'm sure they could hear our moaning in the next suburb. I wanted this to last forever, but our bodies had other ideas as they both began convulsing and covering us in our mutual climactic load. Our combined load could have filled a coke bottle, there was so much jizz flying around. Jason collapsed on me and we stayed together in each other's arms as we fell asleep. The next morning we awoke, both hard and ready to go again. "Now it's your turn to give me a massage." Said Jason. So I returned the favour. From that time on, whenever we slept at each other's house, the night ended with a massage and jerk off session and the new day began the same way. Ah those were the days. It's like we had only just found each other and then Jason had to move away. --- Jason still looked like the sleeping angel I knew back then, now that he'd grown. At first I didn't mean to intrude on Jason's slumber. It was a Christmas tradition for me to sneak into the lounge room when everyone else was asleep to check the presents under the tree ever since I was a kid. I never touched them or opened them, I just wanted to make sure I had some presents, then I could sleep soundly until morning; sort of a security blanket thing. Some traditions couldn't be broken. I glanced over at the Christmas tree. It was always left on at Christmas Eve, and the lights twinkled adding a magical feel to this special night. The winking lights cast shadows and highlights over the young man I missed and loved as he lay in repose beneath a single sheet on the couch there. Tonight, however, I lost interest in the presents under the tree, I wanted what was lying on the couch and I wanted to be sure that this present had my name on him. If he was lying beneath some holly right then, I swear I would have kissed those sensuous lips pouting for air. The shadows were tantalising, but I wanted to see more than a sheet-clad body. I wanted this to be a White Christmas, and I wanted to see if I could get Jason to make me "snow" like he did when we were kids. We used to be the same height but now he had shot up to an impressive 6 foot 3, and I thought I was doing okay at 6 foot. My eyes scanned that gorgeous body, without fear of being caught doing so. His feet were dangling over the edge of the couch and I resisted the urge to take his toes in my mouth and suck on them. I had a bit of a fetish for bare feet. Silky dark brown hair clumped around his forehead from the humid night. That hair colour had changed that many times that I had lost count. I swear it was a different colour with each picture he sent my way over the years. Hard to believe that this was the blue eyed blonde I knew and loved as a kid. Yet the beauty of him grabbed at my nuts like a fist and I wanted to hold that stud's body in my arms. He glowed in a multitude of coloured lights and the bulges I could see outlined by the sheet were mouth-watering to behold. The lights made the sheet covering him look like Christmas paper and it was really beginning to look a lot like a horny little Christmas. This was one present I wanted to unwrap myself. While Jason wasn't overly muscular, he was built enough to be tantalising. He didn't work out at the gym, and work had him sitting at a desk for most of the day so he wasn't buff which is a bonus in my book. Thankfully he wasn't a beanpole for a guy his size, either. His skin was starting to bronze from spending too long at the pool with me the last couple of days. Even the years of living in the Sunshine coast had failed to take away his milky complexion that I loved so much. He looked nice and smooth beneath the curls of hair sprinkled over a chest that needed to be snuggled into. A thin line of black hair pointed down over my Carebear's cuddly stomach and was lost beneath the sheet; the treasure trail that pointed the way to the object of my desire. I wanted to follow that trail with my tongue until the journey's end. My cock grew hard, quivering at the sights I saw - and I had to see more. Now was the time to unwrap my present. It was time to find out who was naughty and nice. I approached the bed as carefully as I could so as not to waken my beautiful Christmas kin. With shaking hands and a heart which thumped so loudly that I was sure Jason's parents could hear it from the spare bedroom at the back of the house, I peeled back the sheet over his body. True to form on a hot summer's night, the man of my boyhood dreams was naked as the day he was born. As gorgeous as that body was at that moment, what captured my attention now was the semi-hard cock that lay lovingly across Jason`s right thigh; it looked like the heat of the night was having some effect on him after all. In my mind, it was one of the most perfectly formed cocks I have ever seen, simply because it belonged to my carebear, Jase. I didn't know if I'd ever get the chance to see this naked beauty again, so I had the effort to commit every detail of my cousin's dick to memory. I took in the beauty of the slit from which his love juice would flow, the curvature of the big round head that would be succulent to taste, and the long shaft in its semi-erect state, hard yet still soft. That tantalising thin line of black lead down into a thatch of dark pubic hair which accentuated the beauty of this groin. I'm a bit of a size queen when it comes to checking out bulges, yet I prefer bite-size dicks to suck on so I don't choke while I'm bringing pleasure to my partner. Jason had a dick that I could suck on all night long. It wasn't enormous like a porn star, it was a perfect size for my mouth. Though through the shadows of the twinkling lights, it looked bigger in its semi-erect state than mine does when it's hard. It seems that everything about my Carebear was bigger than me. No wonder I had it bad for him. My voyeuristic libido had reached its crescendo, and I could no longer just look. This body was begging to be touched, caressed and fondled by me. The logical part of my mind screamed out not to cross the boundaries of friendship, but it was the sexual which drove me on to heaven, hell, or both. Automatically, my hand reached out to play with the silky wisps of hair on that muscular chest. Ever so lightly I moved my hand back and forth, up and down, feeling its softness of the flesh and muscles beneath. The caresses were light at first, being careful not to wake the Carebear from his hibernation. Yet the feeling was sending thrills through my own body as the adrenaline of the moment got to me. So I became more daring, and increased the pressure of my hand until I was moving them around more freely, absorbing the contours of his pecs with my fingertips, exploring from one nipple to the other until both were hard to the touch. The pert nipples standing erect in the air as they changed colours like beacons in the night fascinated me. My hands travelled down the path of fine hair to the soft feel of Jason's kissable stomach. With one hand I began kneading it in round circles, and then my other hand joined in. I felt that as if I could absorb the very essence of Jason through my fingertips, so great was my hunger for him. It was another erection that got my full attention now. I moved closer to him so that my face was barely a centimetre from that lovely piece of meat I had admired when we were young. Now I had the chance to see everything in close-up. His big nuts lay beneath nestled in the white sheet tucked under him, and moved in sexual motion to the rhythm of my carebear's breathing. Slowly each ball bobbed up and down, as though enticing me to touch and taste them. I was totally hard and had a dull ache, not unfamiliar, in my bulging groin - in fact it was rather pleasant and exciting. The feeling of muscle and flesh beneath my fingers were sending shivers of anticipation throughout my body. As I continued my tactile exploration, I noticed Jason's semi-hardness began to stir, increasing in width, breadth and length as it journeyed across his thigh. I became like a blind man who had to see every inch of him through my fingers. I played with the public hair, careful not to touch the growing member, brushing my fingers through the course curls, and caressing the soft skin beneath. I took hold of that hard cock in my hand, feeling its warmth, and gently squeezed, pumping blood into it to achieve its total erection. It truly was a beauty to behold. Giving in to my lust for Jase, I brought my hand down between Jason's legs and slid my hand lightly along those inner thighs. I don't know what he was dreaming, but with every touch that gorgeous dick stood out from his body. It started throbbing and pulsing like a snake bobbing to some silent music and hissing droplets of clear liquid in its movement. Both of us were now excited. My own throbber was leaking all over my boxers that had tented out. I lightly stroked each round hairy ball of Jason's, playfully caressing the wrinkled sac that held them. Tempting fate I leaned over sticking out my tongue and hesitantly licked each ball in turn. As this didn't awaken my sleeping carebear, I got more adventurous. My warm breath caressed lovingly over that hot groin in panting excitement, and I could smell the soap and sweat of it as I nuzzled it with my nose. The hardness of the shaft felt good to my tongue as I licked up and down on either side. Each time I got close to the head, Jason's cock would quiver and jump like a flexing muscle wanting to be eaten. After licking up all the preseminal juice that splashed around Jason`s belly-button I took the head of this phallus in my mouth as it bobbed up from its resting place on Jason`s stomach. The moment I did, a moan escaped from my carebear. In fact that my cousin could wake up with his hard dick in my mouth, and my own stiff pecker in my hand, no longer entered my thoughts. I had found my Christmas candy and nothing was going to stop me from sucking on this cane. It was a tasty feast unlike no other. The more I took, the more I wanted. Apart from the moans that increased in intensity as I sucked, Jason lay on the bed still seemingly in slumber. I thrust my mouth up and down over that hardened prick, enjoying the feel of it sliding all the way down my hungry throat. Faster and faster I went until I was taken over by that sexual drive that spurred me on. I was possessed by the desire to feel his love juice on my tongue and shooting down my throat. My carebear got into the spirit of the night as I brought him closer to a climax. Jason moaned in pleasure, hips jerking in rhythm to my fucking mouth. Both of us were in mutual ecstasy of this magical moment. If Christmas is about giving and receiving, then we had found the true meaning of Christmas. My hand pumped vigorously on my stiff member even as I sucked Jase off. His cock began to swell larger and his pelvis ground hard into my face, and I knew he was about to come soon. I could see his undulating hips rise off the couch with squishy sounds while he worked his cock deep into my throat. Sounds of fucking filled the humid air as he pumped my face unaided. His hips were out of control it seemed; their sudden staccato pumps were accompanied by low guttural groans heralding the acceleration of his pleasure. His dick ballooned even further and his cum broke free of the reservoir inside of his nuts. I felt the love juice of his loins spurt from his cock tube over my tongue. Spurt after spurt of hot spunk filled my mouth and poured into my stomach. "Ahhhh, you gorgeous bastard. " Jason moaned as the final gush subsided, and his bucking hips ceased. At the same time, my hand whipped my cock with such blurring speed that it sent my gushing cum hurtling over his body onto the couch behind. My hibernating carebear lay there in slumber with a smile on his face and our mutual explosions migling in cummy gobs on his chest, stomach and groin. Was my mind playing tricks with me when I heard him scream out at the height of our enjoyment? I wish I knew what he was thinking and dreaming of at that moment. I felt so much love for him right then, that I hope he would awaken to find me with my wilting dick in my hand, as I sat beside his naked cum-soaked body. I returned to my bedroom to dream blissfully of my cousin. In the early hours of a Christmas morning I was stirred once more to wakefulness. A strange, yet warm sensation filled me. I opened my eyes and there was Jason sucking lustfully on my stiff, hard cock. His gorgeous blue eyes looked up at me then, catching the early dawn of a rising sun in their glow, and that melting smile of his looked even more sensuous with my dick still in his mouth as it began to shoot its load. After the first couple of spurts, he pulled off and let the rest of my load shoot over us both. "After the headjob you gave me for Christmas," he said, " I couldn't just lie there without returning the favour, could I? Besides I always wanted to have a White Christmas." I took Jason in my arms and we kissed. I tasted my own cum on his mouth and shared our first White Christmas together. It was the best Christmas present he could ever give me and he was all mine. "Merry Christmas, Jase. I love you." "Thanks. I love you too, Ads. I love you." Merry Christmas and Happy Millenium, Guys! Constructive Comments and suggestions are all welcome and appreciated. Flamers will be ignored - but what are you guys still doing here in the first place anyway? Hmmm? All email will be answered.