Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2001 06:10:35 +0000
From: Whatever N Ever <whatevernever@hotmail.com>
Subject: Christmas Wish

The following is an erotic and entirely fictional story involving two young
men. If this is not something you want to read, stop right now!

Christmas Wish Come True

'You gotta help me with my Christmas shopping,' Bryan said to me on the
other end of the phone.
'Come on, how can I help? It can't be that tough,' I said.
'That's not the point, Wil. Just come with me. It's not gonna be that bad, I
just want to stop by the electronics store. How about it?'
'I suppose,' I replied.
'Cool! I'll be by in ten minutes. See ya!'
It was funny to think that just a few short months ago Bryan and I didn't
know each other at all. We met the first day of school back in August, when
he took a seat next to me in advanced biology class and introduced himself.
He explained that his dad accepted a job transfer to San Diego, and Bryan
had to leave his friends in Minneapolis and spend his senior year in a new
city. 'Senior year is supposed to be such good with all the people you've
been going to schools years. I feel a little behind the curve as far as
friends go here in California,' he said. We decided to be partners for
biology lab, and it turned out that we had lots in common so he was quickly
accepted into my circle of friends. I think that he probably missed his old
crowd in Minnesota, but not too much so because he was busy trying to keep
up with us.
Just then I saw headlights of Bryan's car pull into the driveway. 'I'm going
out with Bryan to the electronics store, mom!' I called out as I opened the
door.
'When will you be back?'
'Dunno. After dinner, probably.'
'Call me if it will be past eight.'
'Ok. Luv you!' I closed the door snugly, walked out to the drive, and jumped
in the passenger seat of Bryan's car.
'Hey dude. What's up?' I asked
'Not much. Just sort of felt like getting out of the house. I actually don't
look forward to Christmas shopping, you know.'
'Well I'm glad to lend my support,' I smiled.
Bryan still seemed a bit out of place in southern California. He was just
shy of six feet tall and very Scandinavian looking. He kept his ash-blond
hair short, spiky, and gelled. I suppose you expect that of a kid from
Minnesota. He was not hairy a guy -- I bet he could go a week without
shaving and no one would notice. What people did notice was his pale white
skin, which gave him an almost ghostlike aspect. A few more years in the
California sunshine would probably change this, but he sort of stuck out in
the crowd at my high school. Bryan may have looked a little ghostly; he was
definitely not transparent. While he didn't play sports competitively, he
worked out several times a week had a well-defined upper body. Tonight he
was wearing a gray turtleneck sweater that clung just enough to show it off.
Being from the middle part of the country, Bryan probably thought I was a
bit of an exotic specimen. My full name is Wilson, which I sort of outgrew
by junior high. That's when I started to go by 'Wil.'  My mom is Korean and
my dad's family grew up on a farm in Iowa -- a very European bunch. So
though I am fairly light-skinned you can definitely see my mom in my face
and eyes and, of course, dark hair. I think I'm pretty handsome, and others
have said so too. But honestly, you usually don't see anyone with my unusual
looks selling to modeling jeans in magazine ads. Anyway, I don't expect they
see many like me in Minnesota that's for sure. I worked out with Bryan most
days when our schedules coincided. Working out was a habit I developed when
I played soccer. I made the freshman squad when I got to high school, but
eventually my utilitarian ball-handling skills couldn't keep up with more
talented varsity-bound guys on the team.
If my description of Bryan did not give it away, I might as well say it out
front: I am attracted to guys. I guess I've always been aware of it on some
level, but it has become achingly obvious by these last couple years of high
school. I'd sort of accepted it to myself, though I feel like I want to wait
a little bit longer before I 'came out' to anyone else.
In the meantime, I just take small peeks out of the closet and try not to
drool over those super-sized Abercrombie and Fitch posters at the mall. I
think in some way I have sublimated my desire for them by adopting their
dress code (that is why they say 'sex sells' I guess). And some days I swear
Bryan seems to have walked right out the pages from their catalog along with
those twins from his home state. Now, Bryan was my friend and I wouldn't
want anything to change that, but I have to admit he is also a real looker.
It's a fairly mild crush though, and I really don't have a problem setting
it aside for our friendship. But occasionally, like tonight, I allowed
myself a little sigh under my breath.
We were at the store within twenty minutes. When I think about it, the
electronics store is such a 'guy thing' to do. It must be instinct or
testosterone that makes us all (gay or straight) want to go play with the
latest toys, digital cameras, stereos, and of course the wide-screen
flat-panel television with surround sound system. Bryan and I made the
rounds and made a point of stopping by to test the new release of the NFL
football on the latest game system.
'This is definitely going on my Christmas list!' Bryan said after out
allotted demonstration playing time was up.
'Why not just get it now?' I asked
'Aw man that would ruin the Christmas fun. Anyway that way when I do get it
I can 'get it out of my system' playing over Christmas vacation and my
parents won't get on my case for not doing my homework'
'I swear you are such a goody two-shoes sometimes!'
'Me? You'd be surprised -- I'm really bad boy. Maybe I should get is now,
cos when Santa checks his list twice, he isn't going to stop by my house at
all...'
'Give it up, Bry!'
We finally remembered that ostensible purpose of our visit, and Bryan got a
few CDs for various people he needed gifts for. As we headed out to the
parking lot, Bryan asked me if I wanted to go over to his place for a while.
'It'll be the last chance to master the old game system before Christmas.'
'Sure,' I said. 'I'll just have to let my mom know where I'm going to be.
But I'm not sure if she'll let me hang out with such a bad kid,' I joked as
I pulled out my cell phone, knowing that mom was a big fan of Bryan's and it
would not be an issue at all.
When we got to Bryan's house his parents were all dressed up and just
leaving the house for his dad's company holiday party. 'Don't wait up for
us, hon,' his mom said, 'here's a few dollars for you. It should be enough
for a pizza if you want to order one. Are Wil's parents ok with him being
over here?'
'I already called, they're fine with it,' I volunteered.
'Ok, then. Don't make too much trouble. Bye!'
We headed into the family room and turned on the game system. When Bryan
bent over to plug in the game cartridge I couldn't help notice how his
well-toned butt stretched the fabric of his jeans. What kind of trouble
could we get into being 'home alone'? The thought popped into my head
involuntarily, and I scolded myself for it.
Bryan handed me one of the controllers and said, 'You're going down, buddy!'
The action on screen was accompanied by a physical battle on the couch,
elbows flying and shoulders bumping as our players had it out on the
electronic game field. Shouts of encouragement came from the sideline, and
recriminations were uttered under our breath towards one another. Mostly,
though, we were laughing. I was laughing particularly hard after I tackled
running Bryan's back, laying him full out and causing a fumble, which I
recovered. 'Pause the machine, I gotta use the bathroom,' I begged,
sputtering with giggles.
'Fine' Bryan said, 'I wouldn't want you to lose your composure or anything.'
As I washed up, I looked at myself in the mirror. Looking into my own eyes,
an odd feeling came over me. Maybe it was the endorphins from the laughter,
I'm not sure. But I felt very clear-headed, and something told me that maybe
it was time to say something to Bry about my little crush on him, if only so
we could laugh it off and get on with being friends.
'Ready, Wil?'
'I think so. But can I say something first?'
Bryan looked at me oddly. 'Sure. What's up?'
I sat down next to him. 'Bry, you're my friend, right? And wouldn't want to
change that for anything. It's just, well I've been feeling that I want to
tell you something and it's sort of tough...' I looked down at my hands in
front of me.
'And?'
'Bryan, it may sound crazy, but I wanted to tell you...'
'Please let it be true,' I heard him whisper.
Now it was my turn to be confused.
'I think I know what you're trying to say,' he said. At that, he put his
hand under my chin, guiding my face up to look at his. Then he leaned toward
me and kissed me. It was if I had been struck by lightening. The kiss
lingered for a few seconds before broke away from one another.
'Oh wow, you mean?'
'Yeah.'
'Seriously?'
'You want proof?' Bryan asked, as he took my hand and put it on his crotch.
I could feel his manhood straining at the fabric.
'Jeez, what are you doing?' I said.
'Don't be such a moron. I think you feel the same way, don't you?' he rubbed
his hand on my own bulging crotch.
'Ok fine. You got me.' I admitted, 'But you don't have to be so, I dunno,
crude about it.'
'Listen, it's the way it is. I've had a crush on you since we met the first
day of school in AP biology,' Bryan said, 'Why do you think I made a beeline
to sit next to you in class?'
'And here I've been tearing myself up about liking you, well, this way,' I
said
'Well, we're both guilty of that. Question is what are we gonna do about
it?'
'Huh?'
'You are so slow sometime. Let's go up to my room.'
'Are you sure that's a good idea?'
'Look, Wil. It's not like it's a one-night-stand or a fuck in the park.
We've basically been dating for a few months now. And the fact is, I haven't
been, well, I haven't actually slept with anyone - any guys - yet. Just sort
of educating myself about the mechanics a little. All I know is that I want
you really bad, and it feels right that the first time would be with my best
friend. My guess is you're in the same boat. What do you say?'
'What are we waiting for?' I said, taking his hand.
When we got to the base of the stairs, Bryan turned toward me and we kissed
once more. Bryan put his hands on my ass and massaged me roughly through my
jeans. I wrapped my arms over his shoulders and jumped up, wrapping my legs
around his waist, forcing Bryan to support my weight.
'Ooof. You are so heavy.'
'Come on, Bry,' I said, 'show me what a strong man you are.'
Bryan carried me up the stairs, and all the while we kissed and enjoyed the
feeling of our lower areas pressing against each other. I dropped out of his
arms when we passed over the threshold of his bedroom. 'Man, don't make me
do that again. I think my arms might fall off.' Bryan sat down on his bed.
'Do me a favor. In my desk, left side, second one down.' he said.
I opened the drawer he indicated and saw bottle of lubricant and a small
stack of magazines featuring hot guys, naked. It was as if the Abercrombie
catalog had held extra photo session, where they acted out all the fantasies
I had constructed about those mouth-watering guys.
'Bry. what is all this?'
'I told you I was a bad boy, didn't I Wil?' he said, lighting the candle he
kept on his bedstead.
'Well it looks like you'll have a better idea of what you're doing than I
am.'
'Bring that over here and let's see.' he said.
'The magazines?' I asked
'No, goof ball. The wet stuff.'
I turned around and saw him peel off his sweater and throw it towards his
closet door. His pale skin had a soft glow in the moonlight coming through
the window. I stripped my own sweater off as I approached the bed. Like a
cat, I crawled over to Bryan and straddled him as he sat with his back
against the headboard, deliberately keeping distance between our torsos. Our
tongues explored one another's mouths deeply and Bryan began to caress my
chest and fondle my nipples. His hands wandered down and unhitched the
button of my jeans and lowered the zipper. With a firm tug, he pulled the
denim down and exposed my white briefs, where my pre-cum had started to form
a large wet spot.
Keeping my balance with my left hand on the bed, I used my right to finagle
his jeans open as well. Bryan arched his back slightly and pulled his jeans
down to his knees. I used that as my cue to collapsed to my to my elbows,
allowing my chest to meet his. I could feel his muscled torso writhe
underneath me as we kissed ever more deeply. The friction of our cocks
rubbing together through the thin fabric of our underwear was driving me out
of my mind.
Bryan used his larger frame to his advantage and rolled us as a unit so that
he was on top. He broke our kiss and sat up slightly.
'Wil, you are so beautiful,' he said as he ran his hands up and down my
chest. One of his downstrokes went all the way to my jockey shorts, and he
tugged at the waistband. He put his face down there, and I felt him bury his
nose press against my balls as he breathed in my musk. His lips traced the
outline of my straining cock through the fabric. Like a magician pulling
away a tablecloth, he then pulled my shorts down so quickly that there was a
soft thwack as my penis slapped lightly against my abs. Bryan continued to
ravish my naked cock with his hot mouth. I groaned with pleasure.
'Mmm, Bry you are amazing. It feels so good. Oh yeah.'
His head kept bobbing up and down for a little while longer. I arched my
back slightly as the pressure increased inside my balls. Suddenly, Bryan
stopped and put his face back up next to mine.
'Why'd you stop?' I asked
'I don't want you to come too soon. I was doing ok wasn't I?' he asked.
'Another ten seconds and I was a goner.' I said.
'I want to fuck you, Wil.'
'Bry, I don't know...'
'Relax. We'll take it slow. You can be in charge. Where'd the lube go?'
After a second the bottle was found. By now Bry had wriggled out of his
jeans and jockey shorts and we were both naked. Bry went back down to the
foot of the bed. Instead of my cock, he started tonguing my asshole. I
writhed with in ecstasy.
'Aaah ... what are y-you doing?'
'Don't worry just checking your reflexes.' Bryan said.
He lubed up his thumb and started working it into my tight virgin asshole. I
squinted, a little in pain. But the pain subsided and I began to feel as he
massaged my prostate. 'It's ok. That's all the further I'll go.'
He lay on his back and squirted a generous amount of lube on his cock and
rubbed it up and down. It was a vision, glistening in the moonlight.
'Now, you control the pace.' he said, 'Get on top of me.'
I straddled him like before. 'Just sort of sit down. Do you feel it against
your hole?' I nodded. I pressed down on his cock. Again, there was an
initial pain but I kept bearing down slowly. After what seemed an eternity
he was all the way inside me. And it felt really good.
'Let's stay like this for a minute until you're relaxed a bit.' Bryan
squirted some lube on my cock, which was hard enough to break a window. He
worked the lube up and down my rod, which made me squirm with pleasure.
'Mmmm ... ' I groaned.
'You wanna fuck?'
'Yeah, Bry.'
'Let's do it. Ride me, Wil. Use me as your fuck toy.'
I started rocking up and down slowly, easing Bryan's rod in and out of my
asshole.
'That's it Wil. Mmm, that feels good.'
'Yeah, Bry. You're my Fuck toy. You feel so good inside me.'
I got into a rhythm, and Bryan started moving his hips with me, meeting my
downstrokes with swift upward thrusts. I placed my elbows on either side of
Bryan's face and we kissed. Sweat started dripping off my chest and onto
Bryan's chiseled torso. I could see his forehead was wet with perspiration.
We looked deeply into each other's eyes, only inches between our faces as
our pace accelerated even more.
'Wil ... '
'Yeah'
'Oh, Wil ... I'm gonna cum....'
'Yea, Bry. Do it. Put it inside me. Yeah.' I said as I clamped my mouth to
his.
Bryan started pumping my cock, which was wet with lube and sweat. He arched
is back and thrust deep into me, while I drove down on him one final time
and sat down on top of him.
'Unngh!' Bryan screamed. His face contorted in ecstasy. I could feel his
cock pulse inside me as spurted his seed into my guts. As he filled me up
with his hot cum, his hand pumped down on my rod and sent me over the edge.
I let out a yell as my cock convulsed in orgasm. The first volley of my
eruption hit the wall behind Bryan's head, and the second hit him on the
cheek. I managed to squirt another round onto his chest and into his hand. I
never imagined I could generate so much cum.
I collapsed on top of Bryan, who lay panting under me. Our chests heaved
together in exhaustion, our sweat and my cum mixing together.
'I have dreamed about you for so long, Wil. But I never imagined it being so
good.' Bryan said, and we kissed and fell asleep in each other's arms.

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