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Hello again.

I hope all of you enjoyed the latest installment.  We've almost made it to the end of Christopher's Story.  There'll be one more installment before it ends, though.  I'll be sad to see him go, and I know some of you will too.  He will appear in Evan's Story from time to time, but there will be no sex between him and Evan in that story.  That story is about Evan, not Chris.

Eric Draven®


Christopher's Story

Copyright ©2002-03 Eric Draven®.

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Chapter 30

Part 3

The Last Chapter

    When I opened my eyes, I was looking up into Evan's smiling face.  I squeezed him and smiled back.  It was so great to wake up that way again.  I'd missed him so much, and I still couldn't figure out why I'd stopped sleeping with him.  I'd have to make sure that I didn't get stupid again.

    "Morning," he said, pushing my hair out of my face.  He leaned forward and kissed my forehead.

    "Morning," I said, trying not to yawn in his face.  "What time is it?"

    "Seven," He replied.  "I heard Dad downstairs in the kitchen. He was whistling."

    I snuggled closer to him, not wanting to get out of the bed.  He tightened his arms around me and kissed me.  There was no denying it.  I loved him.  Maybe I loved him a little bit more than I should have, but at that moment, I didn't care.  The world could have exploded around me, and I wouldn't have noticed.

    "No," I sighed as he pulled away from me and started to get out of bed.  "I don't want to get up yet."

    "Then don't," he said, smiling as he reached over and tousled my hair.  "But I have to work."

    I watched as he got dressed, making sure that I caught as many of the movements of his muscled back as I could.  When he was done, he came back over to the bed, kissed me quickly, and then left the room.  I couldn't believe how fast he could wake himself up.

    Much slower than Evan, I finally dragged myself out of the bed and got dressed.  When I got downstairs and into the kitchen, I was shocked to see Cole sitting at the table with my father.  They were talking when I came in, but as soon as Cole looked at me, they became quiet.

    "Good morning, Chris," said my dad as I crossed to the refrigerator to get juice.

    "Morning," I mumbled, nearly tripping over Cole's chair.

    "He isn't a morning person," said my dad to Cole.

    "I remember," chucked Cole.

    I could feel his eyes on me as I stood with my back to him and Dad, pouring my juice.  I wondered just what he was doing in the house.  Evan had left for work almost an hour ago, so why was he here? Sure, he and my dad had always gotten along pretty well, but why hang out after Evan was gone?

    "What are you doing today?" asked my father when I sat down across from Cole at the table.

    "I'm not sure yet," I replied.  "I need to go back to the Mall and get something for Jim."

    I was about to say that I had forgotten about the gift I was going to buy after running into James, but a quick glance at Cole silenced that part of the my comment.  The last thing I needed to do was piss Cole off more and have Evan mad at me.  I wished he would just go away.

    "Is Puck driving you again?" asked Dad, glancing at his watch.  This was his subtle way of telling me that he couldn't take me.

    "I don't think so," I replied.  "He's supposed to be doing something with his mom today. I'll just ride the bus or call a cab."

    "I can give you a lift," said Cole, shocking me.  "I'm going out there anyway."

    "Thanks," I said, not knowing what else to say.  Why on Earth would he want to drive me to the Mall?

    "Thank you, Cole," said my father, glancing at his watch again.  "I better get going. I don't want to be late for my meeting."

    With that, he was up and out of the kitchen, leaving me alone with Cole.  I wasn't itching to talk to Cole.  We'd be alone together in the car on the way to the Mall, and I would have been happy to have waited until we left.  He kept looking at me, though.  It was making me very uncomfortable.

    "What?" I asked finally.

    "I owe you an apology," he said.  "I don't know if Evan talked to you last night or not, but I was pretty upset about your conversation with James yesterday."

    "He told me," I replied, wondering just what he was apologizing for.

    "Well, I thought about it," he said slowly.  "I think what you told James was actually pretty mature."

    "Cole, don't" I said, raising my hand.  "If this is just going to be another chance for you to tell me how much of a kid you think I am, I don't really want to hear it. I'll just call my cab and go."

    "Calm down," he gasped.  "I wasn't going to call you a kid, Chris. What you said to James really proves that you are not a kid anymore. It took real maturity to realize that you weren't in love."

    "Maturity had nothing to do with it," I replied.  "All I did was tell him the truth. He's the one who didn't want to hear it. I'm sorry for upsetting him, but at least I didn't lie to him."

    "That's exactly what I'm talking about," he said.  "I was mad about it at first, because James was so upset. Then, after thinking about it, I changed my mind about it."

    "Apology accepted," I replied.

    "Chris, we all thought it was great that you and James were together," he said.  "It was actually kind of cute to see you two all lovey dovey, but we all knew that you two were getting way to serious with each other too quickly. Still, you were good for James, and I got mad at him for screwing things up with you.

    "You had every right to be mad at him, and I don't blame you for breaking up with him. Hell, everything you said to him yesterday was absolutely true. You were both too young to really know what love was all about. I'm seventeen years old, and I don't even really know what love is all about."

    "Then cut Evan some slack," I said quickly.  "Yelling at him about something that I said to James was pointless. There was nothing he could have done about it."

    "I know, and I'm sorry," he said.

    "Don't apologize to me," I said.  "That's something that you and Evan have to talk about."

    The telephone interrupted whatever Cole was going to say next.  Looking at the caller ID on the hand set, I thanked God for Tommy.  He always seemed to know when I needed a distraction.  And boy did I need one now.

    "Hey," I said, looking at Cole.

    "What are you doing?" asked Tommy on the other end of the extension.

    "Cole is here," I said.  "He's going to give me a lift to the Mall, so I can pick up Jim's gift."

    "You think he'd stop over here and pick me up?" he asked.  "I'm bored stiff. My parents are both at work, and I'm like way lonely."

    "Tommy wants to know if we can pick him up and take him along," I said to Cole.

    "Sure," he replied with a shrug.  "Tell him we'll be there in a few."

    On the way to Tommy's, Cole was silent.  He looked at me every now and then when he thought I wasn't paying any attention.  I knew he had more to say.  Thankfully, Tommy and I didn't live very far apart, so in a matter of minutes, Tommy was in the back seat babbling about what he had bought for Puck.

    "Did Puck talk to you about what I want for Christmas, Chris?" he asked, stunning me that he would talk about it in front of Cole.

    I hadn't even thought about it after talking with James and then sleeping with Evan.  His blunt question jarred me for a minute and made me think about it again.  Puck had told me that Tommy wanted a night alone with me.  I'd stupidly thought he was talking about a night like every other that we'd been spending together lately.

    "Yes, he did," I said finally.

    "And?" he asked expectantly.

    "I'm thinking it over," I said.  "I don't want to talk about it now."

    "Alright," he said slowly, and I knew that I'd upset him.  I hadn't intended to, but I really didn't want to discuss anything sexual in front of Cole Dash.

    "So what do you want for Christmas?" asked Cole, choosing both the wrong time to finally say something and the wrong topic.

    "What I really want is a car," said Tommy, "but I don't get my license for another year, so I guess that won't happen."

    "What about you, Chris?" he asked.

    "Oh, I don't know," I replied, looking out at the passing businesses.

    "Surely you have some idea," said Tommy from the backseat.

    "Well, I think I have everything I need already, Tommy," I replied.  "What I want is already included in that."

    They were both quiet after that.  I was glad.  I needed to think.  The idea of spending a sexual night with Tommy wasn't exactly unappealing, but I was still worried about what it would do to his relationship with Puck.  Sure, Puck had said that he was completely fine with it, but I wasn't so sure about that.  I know I wouldn't have been fine with it.

    There was something strange happening in my head lately, too.  I kept finding myself thinking about James.  I'd told him the truth when I said I wasn't mad anymore, and I know it hurt him when I said that I was never really in love with him.  I don't know why he keeps popping into my head, but I think about him almost all the time now.

    Maybe I was just lonely.  Evan and I were having sex again, but that wasn't the same thing as having a boyfriend.  Perhaps the only reason that James kept popping into my head was because I was lonely for a boyfriend, and he was the only other gay male I knew of. 

    I certainly wouldn't take him back, though.  He'd cheated on me with one of my closest friends, and that was something I could never forgive.  Puck would probably go ballistic if I even starting hanging out with James again.  That shouldn't have any effect on my decision, but the reality of it is that Puck and Tommy are my best friends, and I can't just drop them for someone who cheated on me.

    There was also Evan to think about.  He'd been worried that I thought what we were doing was nasty or dirty, and that wasn't exactly true.  I love Evan.  Maybe I love him a little too much, and that's what worries me.  There's no way in this society that the two of us could actually be full time lovers.  No one would stand for that.  I had so much to think about when it came to Evan and my sexual activities.

    At the Mall, Cole stuck to me and Tommy like glue.  I kept noticing him staring at me from time to time, but every time I'd look at him, he'd look away quickly.  I was going to say something to him about it, but Tommy kept up a constant chatter about Puck.  As we moved from store to store, I heard all about what he and Puck had planned for the rest of our vacation.

    In a jewelry store, I found what I wanted for Jim.  It was a gold watch with crisscrossed links.  The face of the watch was a black background with tiny diamond studs to take the place of the numbers.  As soon as I saw it, I knew he'd love it.  I noticed Cole's eyes bulge when he saw me pay for it with my credit card.  The watch was very expensive.

    On the trip back home, Tommy was really good about not asking me about his Christmas present again.  The last thing I wanted to discuss in front of Cole was my sex life.  When we pulled into the driveway, there were two cars parked in front of the house.  One was Puck's, and the other was Jim's.  He wasn't supposed to be here for another two days, but I was excited that he'd come early.

    "Thank you for the ride, Cole," I said before getting out of the car.

    "Yeah, thanks, Cole," called Tommy over his shoulder as he bounded from the car and raced toward the house.

    "Chris, I really want to talk to you some more," said Cole as I was about to close the car door.  "Now probably isn't a good time, but I definitely want to continue our conversation soon. When would be good for you?"

    I stood there, looking at him for a few minutes.  What could he possibly have to talk to me about now? I didn't have any excuse not to talk to him, and Evan would be mad if I was rude to him, so I thought about the next time I'd be at the gallery.

    "Do you work tomorrow?" I asked quickly.

    "Yeah, in the morning," he said.  "Cory has a bunch of deliveries to get out before Christmas."

    "Well, I'll be in the gallery after lunch, so if you're done by then, we can talk," I said.

    "Thanks, Chris," he said, smiling at me.

    I really had to admit that Cole Dash was a very good looking boy.  I could see what it was that Evan saw in him.  I just wished that he wasn't an ass to me all the time.  But then, he hadn't been rude to me at all today, and the fact that he wanted to talk more really shocked me.

    "Later, Cole," I said, shutting the door and walking away.

    As soon as I got into the house, Jim grabbed me and hugged me very tight.  He smelled so good, and I instantly got hard.  I hoped that he couldn't feel it.  That would be embarrassing.

    "Happy to see you," he said, letting me go.

    "Same here," I replied smiling at him.  "I thought you weren't going to be here until the day after tomorrow."

    "I got everything done early," he said.  "The apartment is sold, and all of my stuff is in storage, so I thought I'd come on down."

    "I'm glad you did," I said as we walked into the living room.

    "So what did you get today?" he asked as we sat down on the couch.  I'd left my bags in the hall when he hugged me, so I didn't have to worry about him seeing the gift I'd bought him.

    "Stuff," I said, smiling at him.

    "Oh," he said.  "Something for Christmas maybe?"

    "Maybe," I replied.

    "So when exactly does school start up again?" he asked, changing the topic so fast that I almost didn't keep up with him.

    "We go back on the sixth of January," I replied.  "Poor Tommy has to go back three days before that."

    "Well I was hoping that you and I could do something before you go back to school," he said.  "We haven't really had any private hang out time lately."

    "Yeah," I said, thinking it was great that he wanted to spend time with me.

    "We could see a movie or something," he said.

    "I'd like that," I replied.

    "Oh, your dad called to ask me to remind you that he's taking you shopping this afternoon," he said quickly.

    "I remember," I said, glancing at my watch.  It was nearly noon now.

    "Well," he said, getting up.  "I have a few more things to unpack downstairs. It was very nice of you to give me your studio, Chris. I just hope that your painting isn't going to suffer because of me."

    "Oh stop that," I said quickly.  "The light in the basement studio was artificial. At the gallery and upstairs, there are windows, and I can paint with natural light. Besides, having the studio in the basement was making me a hermit."

    "Chris, can I talk to you for a second?" asked Puck from the doorway, ending my conversation with Jim.

    "Sure," I replied, glancing at Jim.

    "Go on," he said, smiling at me.  "I live here now, remember?"

    I followed Puck upstairs, stopping in the hall to get my bags first.  When I got up to my room, Tommy was sitting at the computer desk.  He looked up at me, and then he looked at Puck.  I knew exactly what they wanted to discuss, and I wasn't sure I was ready to talk about that yet.  But if it was going to happen, it had to happen before Christmas.  Christmas was three days away, so that left only one night and one day.

    "You ready to talk about this?" asked Puck as I sat on Evan's bed across from him.

    "I just have one question," I said, surprised that my mind was already made up to do it.

    "Shoot," said Tommy.

    "Well, if I do this, I want to make sure that you and Puck will have no problems because of it," I said.  "And I don't want any problems between me and Puck."

    "That's not going to happen," said Puck.  "Chris, we've talked it over a little more, and what Tommy wants is something that I just really can't give him."

    "What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

    "Well, you know for a fact that I'm a bottom," he said bluntly.  "I can't even stay hard if I try to be a top. What Tommy wants is to bottom, and you really are the only one I trust to do this."

    We were all quiet for a while.  Both of them sat there looking at me, but Tommy did get up and go sit on my bed with Puck.  I guess they were trying to show me that nothing was wrong with them.

    "Say something," said Tommy.  "I hate this silence."

    "I don't know what to say," I sighed.  "Are you both sure about this?"

    "Absolutely," said Puck.  "If he wants to know what its like to bottom, then I'm all for this."

    "Tommy, can I talk to Puck alone for a little bit?" I asked.  "I promise we won't be long."

    "Sure," he said, looking nervous.  He got up and left the room.  I waited until I heard him going down the stairs.

    "Puck, are you really sure about this?" I asked.

    "Chris, you and I talked about what happened between you and James, remember?" he asked.

    "This has nothing to do with me and James," I replied quickly.

    "No, it doesn't," he agreed.  "But I don't even want to think that what happened with you two could happen to me and Tommy. Chris at least this way, I know what he's going to do, and there's no sneaking around about it."

    "I don't know," I said, shaking my head.

    "Chris you're his best friend," he said.  "At least I don't have to worry about him deciding he's in love with you or anything."

    "But what if he likes being a bottom?" I asked.  "Have you thought of that?"

    He was quiet for a few minutes.  I had to admit that being the first guy to ever top Tommy was kind of appealing.  He was my best friend, and I loved him like a brother, but my question was valid.  Puck had said it himself, he couldn't be a top.  So, if Tommy liked being a bottom, then what would happen between them?

    Then there was the other side of it.  What if he hated it? Did I want him to associate me with something that he really hated that much? What would happen to our friendship if he hated it? There was so much to think about.  I didn't really like being put in this position at all.

    "I think we'll be fine, Chris," he said finally.  "I know you don't think that any of us are really mature enough to really be in love, but Tommy and I are in love, Chris."

    "I didn't say that none of us were mature enough to be in love," I replied quickly.  "I said that I wasn't really in love with James."

    "Point taken," he said, sitting back.

    "And I have no doubt that you love Tommy very much," I continued.  "I can see that by the way you two look at each other. I have to admit that's one of the reasons that this worries me so much."

    "Don't let it," he said.  "Its just sex, Chris."

    "Yes," I said.  "But I am mature enough to know that sex can kill friendships and destroy relationships. Look what happened to me. I despise Khayman now, Puck, and James and I broke up over sex."

    "I know that, Chris," he said.  "But James cheated on you. He and Khayman went behind your back. This isn't the way this is going to be. I already know about this, and I am giving Tommy complete permission to do this."

    "But . . ."

    "Chris, if you don't do this, then he's always going to wonder what its like," he said.  "Then what happens when his curiosity gets the better of him?"

    I thought about that for a few minutes.  There was a logic to it.  I didn't really think that Tommy would ever cheat on Puck, but then I never thought James would cheat on me, either.  The true fact was that you just never really knew what anyone would do at any time.

    "You promise that this won't change our friendship in any way?" I asked.

    "I swear it won't," he said.

    "Go get Tommy," I said with a sigh.  I couldn't believe that I was actually going to do it.  Sure, my mind had been made up to do it when I sat down to have this conversation, but I hadn't thought of the things that I'd said to Puck at that time.  What decided it for me was what he'd said to me.

    Another truth about it was the fact that I could remember just what it was like when Tommy and I were sucking each other off all the time.  Neither of us had gotten all mushy with each other and called it love.  It had just been a way for us both to get off then.  Maybe this wouldn't be too bad for us after all.

    "So?" asked Tommy when they got back to the room.

    "You have to understand that this is only going to happen one time," I said quickly.  "There will be no repeat performances, and there will be no trouble with any of us over this. If there is, then I won't speak to either of you again."

    "Agreed," said Puck while Tommy nodded.

    "We can't do it here," I said.  "I don't have a private room anymore."

    "Why don't you come and spend the night with me tonight?" asked Tommy.  "My mom was just saying that you never stay there anymore."

    "What are you going to be doing tonight, Puck?" I asked.

    "I'm going to see some play with my mother tonight," he said.  "Then I guess I'll hang out with her for a while. We're supposed to be going somewhere in the morning. She still hasn't told me where yet."

    "Alright," I said.  "Tommy, you ask your mom and make sure its ok that I spend the night, and I'll tell my dad when we go shopping."

    "Cool," he said, smiling at me as I heard my father come in downstairs.

    "Alright then," I said.  "I'll call you when I get home."

    Dad and I went to the mall alone for once.  He bought me more clothes than I thought I would ever need, but it seemed to make him happy to buy them, so I didn't care.  Besides, they were all very nice clothes.  I practically had a whole new wardrobe as well as two winter coats and a leather trench coat.

    We took a break from shopping to eat in the food court.  He talked all about his new job, the meeting that he'd had that morning, and how excited he was about everything.  It was so nice to see my father happy again.  It had been quite a while.  My mother had really done a number on him.

    "So, are you happy that Jim has come to live with us?" he asked.

    "Very," I replied.  "But are you sure that you're comfortable with him living with us?"

    "Extremely," he said.  "He took care of you, Chris, and that makes him one of my favorite people in the world."

    "I'm glad you feel that way," I said.

    "There's something else I need to talk to you about, Chris," he said, looking at me.

    "What's wrong?" I asked, knowing the look in his eyes.

    "Nothing is wrong really," he said.  "I just wanted to let you know about a few things."

    "Alright," I said, preparing myself for whatever it was.

    "Cole is going to be moving in with us," he said slowly.

    "When?" I asked, thinking that this was worse than bad news.  Cole and I didn't exactly get along very well.  Sure he'd brought me to the Mall this morning, but that didn't make him my favorite person.

    "As soon as I can get the apartment over the garage cleaned out," he said.  "Evan doesn't know this yet, and I want to talk to him about it tonight."

    "Well," I said.  "I was hoping that it would be alright with you if I stayed at Tommy's tonight. We haven't spent the night with each other in a long time now."

    "That would give me some time to talk to Evan alone," he said.  "What about Jim?"

    "Well, I'm planning to spend the day with Jim tomorrow," I said.  "We were going to see a movie or something."

    "That's fine," he said.  "Are you ok with Cole moving in over the garage?"

    "I guess," I replied.  "You know that he and I don't really get along well."

    "That was one of the things we were talking about this morning," he said.  "The reason that Cole doesn't talk to you much is that he doesn't think you like him very much."

    "I never did anything to make him think I didn't like him," I said quickly.

    "Well with what happened between you and James . . ."

    "That had nothing to do with Cole," I said.  "Why would I not like him over James?"

    "That's what I told him," he said.  "He said he was going to talk to you while he drove you to the Mall today."

    "We talked for a bit, but we went and picked up Tommy, so we didn't talk much," I replied.

    "Well, I would like it if you sat down with him soon and made him understand that you don't hold any hard feelings against him because of his brother," said Dad.

    "We're supposed to talk at the gallery tomorrow," I said.  "I have to go in for a little while and talk to Cory about some paintings."

    "Ok," he said.  "Just make sure that he knows you don't hate him because of his brother."

    "You said a few things," I reminded him.

    "Right," he said, looking at the table.  "With Cole living above the garage, James will be coming to visit his brother from time to time."

    "I figured that much," I said.  "I don't care about that. I have no problem with James anymore."

    "Cole and I discussed that, too," he said.

    "It'll be fine," I assured him.

    "Well at least you'll have your room to yourself from time to time," he said, startling me.

    "What do you mean?" I asked.

    "Well, with Cole living above the garage, I'm sure that Evan will want to spend as much time with him up there as possible," he said.

    "Right," I replied.  "For a minute I thought you were going to tell me that Evan was moving out or something."

    "No," he laughed.  "I'm done with news this afternoon."

    After that, we shopped for shoes and baseball gear, since I would be playing in the Spring.  He talked about general things while we did that.  I didn't understand why I needed five different pairs of shoes and cleats, but again, I didn't say anything.  I just let him buy whatever he wanted.

    That evening, when I got to Tommy's, he wanted to go straight upstairs, but his mother made us stay downstairs to eat supper.  His father was away on business until morning, so it was just us that night.  She asked about my father, my painting and Evan, and she told me how nice it was to see me again.  I thanked her for the meal and for letting me stay that night.

    After we did the dishes, Tommy practically dragged me upstairs to his room.  He was so excited, and it brought back memories of the times we'd sneak up to his room to suck each other.  It was actually kind of cute to see him so excited.  Then he was nervous.

    "What do we do?" he asked once we were safely in his room.

    "Well," I said.  "First I think we should at least wait until your mother goes to bed."

    "Yeah," he said, but his face fell.

    "Tommy, we're going to do this," I reassured him.  "Just be a little patient."

    "I have to confess something," he breathed, slumping down in his computer chair.

    "What?" I asked, sitting down on his bed.  "Calm down."

    "Yeah," he said, smiling at me.  "But I have to tell you something."

    "So tell me," I laughed.

    "I'm really glad that you agreed to this, Chris," he said seriously.  "I really wanted it to be you."

    "If I had said no, would you have gone to someone else?" I asked.

    "No," he said.  "Puck has been trying, but I really wanted it to be you."

    "Why?" I asked.  "You're in love with Puck."

    "Very much," he said.  "But you were the first guy I ever had sex with, Chris. You're my best friend, and I know that Puck loves me, but I think it would be a lot better with you."

    I didn't know what to say about that.  I was flattered, but in the back of my mind, warning bells were sounding off.  I was a little afraid of what doing this would mean for Tommy.  I should have talked to Evan about it, but by the time I got home, he was already off with Cole somewhere.

    Tommy calmed down after he'd told me he was glad I was the one that he was going to be with.  We played on his computer and watched a movie while we waited for his mother to go to bed.  I waited with a mixture of nervousness and excitement.  The male that I am was very excited to be topping someone for the first time, but my brain was still not sure about doing this at all.  I just hoped I could actually do it.

    Before I knew it, Tommy's mother knocked on the door to tell us that she was turning in and that there were chips and stuff in the kitchen.  She told us both goodnight and reminded Tommy that they had to pick up his father tomorrow.  Then she was out of the room, and Tommy was smiling at me.

    It was the same mischievous smile he always gave me when we were twelve and he wanted to have sex.  I almost laughed at him.  The memory was comical.  Instead of laughing, I put my arms around him and hugged him.  Even though my heart was racing, just touching him made me harder than stone.  I guess my brain wasn't going to control the show after all.

    He moaned into my neck as I held him, and I could feel his dick, hard against my own as he pressed himself against me.  I started rubbing up and down his back from his shoulders to the top of his ass, and he put his head on my shoulder.

    "That feels good," he sighed.  "I missed you, Chris."

    "I missed you, too," I admitted.

    I led him over to the bed and gave him a gentle shove until he stretched out on top of it.  Then I crawled into the bed with him and started kissing him.  He responded immediately, licking my lips until I opened them to accept him.  Our kiss was long and deep, and I used that time to get my hands under his shirt and rub his nipples, making him moan into my mouth.

    When we broke the kiss, I pulled his shirt off of him and then went after his nipples with my tongue.  As I worked his nipples one at a time, I tugged on his jeans until he lifted his ass off the bed, so I could get them down.  I took my mouth off of him long enough to slip them off his legs and throw them on the floor.  His underwear followed shortly afterward, and I was surprised at the size of his dick.  It had been almost two whole years since I'd touched him like this, and he'd grown quite a bit.

    I let my tongue travel down his chest and stomach until I had his dick in my face.  Before going after it, I put my nose in his pubic hair and inhaled his scent.  Then, as I teased  the head of his dick with my tongue, I reached down beside the bed to my bag and pulled out my lube.

    "Put your pillow under your butt to lift it for me," I told him, releasing his dick.  When he complied, I pushed his legs up until he grabbed them and held them.

    Then, putting a generous amount of lube on my fingers, I started to suck his dick again as my lubed index finger circled his hole slowly.  He moaned, and I was rewarded with a steady flow of precum from his dick for my actions.  I let my finger keep circling his hole as I switched from his dick to his nuts.  I didn't want him cumming too soon.  Now that I was actually doing this, I wasn't stopping until I had my dick in his ass.

    Slowly, I pushed my finger inside of him and searched around for his prostate.  I knew I'd found it when he tried to arch his back while still holding onto his knees, and he let out a hiss.  I released his well bathed nuts and licked down his perineum until my tongue was trying to circle my finger on his hole.  He was moaning and shaking a little, so I knew that he was loving what I was doing to him.

    "God!" he gasped after a few minutes of this treatment.  "That feels incredible."

    "Relax for me, Tommy," I said.  "I need you to let your body just relax, but don't let go of your knees."

    He did exactly what I asked, so I slowly inserted my middle finger with my index finger.  They slid right into him, so I knew he was about ready.  Making sure that both fingers found his prostate again, I used the other hand to lube my dick.  I slid my knees between his legs and slowly slid my fingers out of his ass, and I placed the head of my dick against his hole.

    "Oh," he said, and for a second, I felt his body tense.  I stroked his dick with my lubed hand to calm him back down.  It worked very quickly.

    "Remember, Tommy, stay relaxed," I said.  "When I push into you, you push back with your hole like you're going to the bathroom."

    "Ok," he breathed, and did exactly as I asked.

    I applied pressure, and my dick slid inside of him rather quickly.  I stopped with just the head inside his ass to let him get used to the feeling.  I didn't want to hurt him, after all.  He wasn't showing any signs of discomfort.  His eyes were closed, but not tightly, and he was breathing just fine.

    "If at any point you want to stop, just say so, Tommy," I said softly.

    "Fuck me, Chris," he panted, and that was all I needed to hear.

    I applied more pressure, and before either of us knew it, I was buried in his tight ass.  When his balls crashed into my pubic bone, he opened his eyes and looked right into mine.  There was no panic or pain in them, but I stopped moving anyway.  I wanted to make sure that he was really ok before I went any further.

    "I'm all the way in," I breathed.

    "Mmm," was all he said as his eyes closed again, and his ass tightened around my dick.

    I started a slow and steady fucking rhythm in and out of him, and I could feel his lubed dick rubbing against my stomach, so I knew he was getting sensation from that.  Then I felt my dick run into his prostate, and his eyes flew open as he gasped.  I made sure that I slammed into his button on every inward stroke of my dick, making his eyes roll into the back of his head.

    "You ok?" I kind of gasp at him.  I'm too far gone now to stop, but I had to ask him.

    "Unh!" he bellows a little louder than he should, and then I feel his cum shooting up between us, landing on my chest and chin.

    The spasms of his ass really take my fuck away from me, and I let loose one of the biggest loads of cum inside of him.  Soon, he drops his knees, and I collapse on top of him, breathing hard.  I have just enough presence of mind at the time to grab the sides of his head and drive my tongue into his mouth.

    When the kiss ended, we just looked into each other's eyes for a while.  Then I could feel his cum kind of gelling between us, and I remembered the awful time that Evan and I got almost completely stuck together by my own drying cum.  I pulled back from him, and he looked at me with a little panic in his eyes for a second.

    "Shower," I said, and he smiled at me.

    We actually didn't say anything to each other for the rest of the night.  I don't know about him, but I was lost in my own thoughts after the shower.  I couldn't believe that we'd done this, but I didn't feel bad about it at all.  I just kept looking at him, only to find him looking back at me, and we'd both smile and look away.

    He's been my best friend in the entire world since we were about six, and I felt closer to him right then than I ever had in our entire friendship.  I wrapped my arms around him once we were in bed again, and he laid his head on my chest.  We hadn't bothered to put clothes back on after drying off from the shower, so I could feel his dick, hard against my thigh.

    Wordlessly, I pushed him over on his back and slid down his body until his dick was in my face.  Without so much as an upward glance, I opened my mouth and took as much of his dick in my mouth and throat as I could, making him sigh and throw his head back.

    Then, he tugged at me and turned himself so that we were laying in the right position for him to suck me too.  As soon as his mouth encased my dick, I was transported down memory lane to all the nights that we'd done that very same thing right there in that bed.

    When climax took us both at the same time, I knew that he'd remembered all the little tricks and techniques I'd showed him a long time ago to know when to back off and let things simmer down.  Both of us sucked on each other harder until every drop of cum was swallowed, and then I was back up beside him with his head on my chest and my arm around him.  Then we were both asleep.

    I woke up because I felt something cold and wet on my dick, and I realized that, not only were there no covers on my naked body, Tommy was no longer beside me.  One look down my own torso, and I found him.  He was rubbing lube all over my dick with one hand while his other was rubbing more into his ass.

    Without even a word, only a smile, he sank himself down on my dick, and I closed my eyes and put my head back.  He rode me slowly, working the muscles in his ass to milk my dick like a pro.  I wondered how he knew to do that so quick, but then I remembered that he'd been fucking Puck for a while now.

    When he came all over my stomach, I let go inside him again, and he leaned down to kiss me, and my spent dick slid out of his ass.  He kissed me slowly and with more passion than I'd ever known him to posses, and then he just looked into my eyes for a few minutes.

    "Shower," he said, smiling at me, and we both started laughing.

    Back in his room after our second shower together, I was putting all of my stuff back into my bag.  When I stood up, he put his arms around me and kissed me again.  It was like he couldn't get enough of kissing me, but I didn't complain one bit.  The other thing he was better at from being with Puck was kissing.

    We were interrupted by a knock on his locked bedroom door.  We pulled away from each other almost panic stricken, and then we started laughing again.  His mother probably wasn't thrilled that she was locked out of his room, and we seemed to find it funny, but that didn't even stop me from laughing.

    "Time to eat breakfast boys," she said through the locked door.  "We have to get going soon, Tommy. Don't take all morning."

    They dropped me off at the gallery on their way out to the airport, and Tommy promised he'd call me later.  I stood there and watched them drive away until the car was completely out of sight.  Then it hit me.  The feeling that I was feeling had to stop.  This was Tommy, and he belonged to Puck.

    I'd been worried that he would like it too much, and right then I was afraid that I had liked it too much.  That just wouldn't do at all.  I couldn't be guilty of the very thing I'd all but insisted would happen to him.  That just wouldn't work.  He was my best friend, and we'd had sex.  That's all there was to it.

    I walked into the gallery, and there stood Cole.  For once, I was happy to see him, because I immediately stopped thinking about Tommy.  Cole stood there looking at me with a puzzled look, and then I remembered I'd told him that I wouldn't be in until later in the afternoon.

    "You're here early," he said.  "Evan just left."

    "I spent the night at Tommy's, and they dropped me off over here," I said.  "I thought you were supposed to be doing deliveries."

    "Well, I was, but Tom's been doing it all morning," he said.  "So, I've just been carrying boxes and stuff out of the back for him to put in his car each trip."

    "Oh," was all I could think of to say to him.

    "James will be here in about twenty minutes," he said.  "He comes every morning before you get here."

    "Well, I'll go up to my studio, so he won't even know that I'm here," I said quickly.

    "Ok," he replied.

    Once I was in my studio, I started thinking about Tommy again, so I pulled my cell phone out of my bag and called Puck.  It was the only thing I could think of that would not just take him off my mind, but remind me of the way things were supposed to be.  I had to stop thinking about him like I was.

    "Hey," Puck said when he answered the phone.  "Are you still at Tommy's?"

    "How did you know it was even me?" I asked as soon as he stopped talking.

    "Because I have caller ID, and this is your cell phone," he said, laughing at me.

    "Right," I said mentally slapping my forehead.  "No, I'm not at Tommy's. They went to the airport to pick up his dad. I'm at the gallery."

    "That's right," he said.  "I forgot that his dad was coming home today."

    "I called you, because Cole just told me that James is on his way over here," I lied.  "I guess he comes every morning to talk to Cole before I get here."

    "You want me to come get you?" he asked.  "I can be there in like five minutes."

    "No," I replied.  "I'm in the studio, so I won't even see him when he gets here. I just wanted someone to talk to."

    We talked for a little while longer.  Both of us deliberately didn't mention the previous night's activities, and I was thankful for that.  Calling Puck had served its purpose, though.  I wasn't thinking about Tommy with stars in my eyes anymore.  So I guess my logic wasn't screwed up.

    After I got off the phone, I dove right into my current painting.  I was working so contently on it that I didn't even hear Cole come up the stairs.  He must have knocked and then come in when I didn't answer.  He was just standing there in the doorway, looking at me with that strange look on his face.

    "You know you are like the most talented guy I know," he said, smiling at me when I looked up at him.

    "Thanks," I replied, not wanting to stop painting.  The painting was almost done, and it was the last in a series I'd been working on for someone.

    "James just left, and I'm all done, so I thought I'd come bug you," he said, and I wondered just why he was being so friendly.  Then it dawns on me.  He's moving into our garage apartment.

    "My dad told me that you'll be moving into the apartment over our garage when he gets it cleaned out," I said, voicing my realization.

    "Yeah," he said, coming all the way into the studio and sitting on one of the stools across from where I'm sitting at my easel.  "I get released from Foster care in four days."

    "That's right," I replied.  "You'll be eighteen."

    "Yup," he said, smiling at me.  "Can't wait."

    He's got one of the sexiest smiles I've ever seen.  His eyes light up and his face really takes on a kind of glow when he smiles for real.  I sat there, looking at him for a second, and I couldn't even see a hint of James anywhere in his features.  It was almost like the two of them were not brothers.  That got me thinking.

    "Cole," I said finally.  "I want you to know that I don't dislike you over James. I've been told a few times that the reason you stopped talking to me was because you thought I didn't like you, and that's not true."

    "Thanks," he said, smiling at me again.  "I really did think you didn't like me."

    "Well, you and I kind of got off to a rocky start a long time ago, but I never said I didn't like you," I replied.

    "Right," he said.  "I really am sorry about that, Chris."

    "Don't worry about it," I said, shrugging.  "That's the past, and I've long since learned to put that behind me."

    "We don't have to be friends or anything, Chris," he said.  "I just wanted us to at least be civil to each other for Evan's sake. I don't know if he says anything to you about it, but he hates it that we seem to not like each other."

    "I don't see why we couldn't be friends, Cole," I said, shocking myself.  "But no, Evan hasn't mention a word about it to me. But I can see why he wouldn't like it if we were enemies."

    "I really do like the paintings you've been working on," he said, changing the subject in a flash.

    "Thanks," I replied, letting him get away with it.  Maybe that was his way of being my friend.  Putting all of the bullshit aside completely.  Time would tell.

    "Well, I'd better get going," he said.  "I want to have lunch with Evan, and it's almost one. He said his break was at quarter past one."

    "It's really almost one?" I asked, stunned.  I hadn't realized that I'd been painting that long, but one look at the painting told me he must be right.

    "Yeah," he said.  "You need a ride or something?"

    "That'd be nice," I replied.  "I'm supposed to meet Jim soon."

    So, after I put away all of my paints and leave my brushes to soak, we get in his car and drive to my house.  He talked about everything in the car from sports to Evan.  It really was like he was just going to be one of my friends without even worrying about the past.

    "Later, Chris," he said as I got out of the car.

    "Later, Cole," I replied.  "Thanks for the ride."

    "No problem," he said, smiling that killer smile at me again.  "Gotta go."

    I spent the rest of the afternoon with Jim.  We went to see "The Return Of The King" and then got something to eat at Ruby Tuesdays downstairs in the Mall.  We had a great time, and I was glad that he was living in Springfield.  It was going to be so nice to have him around all the time.

    Tommy called me later that night to ask me what I was doing the next day.  He said that he and Puck were going to see a movie, and I told him where I'd just come from.  We talked about Christmas, and I reminded him that he and Puck were supposed to come over during the day on Christmas Eve so that we could exchange gifts.  Sheldon was going to be there, too, so I could give him his gift.

    That night, sleeping with Evan, wrapped in his arms is like really coming home.  We didn't have sex that night, but he held me until I fell asleep.  He'd told me about this weird mood that Cole had been in all day.  He said that Cole had been happier than he had been in a long time.  He smiled all the time, and he laughed at just about every joke he heard.  I wondered about his mood change.

    The next day, Evan was off work, so I stayed home from the gallery to just hang out with him.  We watched movies and just did whatever came to our minds.  Jim was downstairs working, and since the basement studio was right under the living room, we were trying to be quiet.  For the most part, we succeeded.

    Then Cole came over, and I thought that Evan was going to leave with him, but Cole just sat down on the couch with us and watched movies.  He and Evan kept bumping each other with their legs and laughing like kids.  I could see just what mood Cole was in already.  He kept looking at me and smiling with this weird glint in his eyes.  I guess he and I were really going to try to be friends.

    I went to bed early that night and in my own bed.  Cole spent the night with Evan.  It was nice to sleep in my bed again, anyway.  And from what was happening with Cole and Evan, it was clear that I would probably be sleeping alone soon anyway.  Evan was very happy to hear that Cole was moving in above the garage.  I hadn't seen him that excited in a long time.  I did notice that he looked at me kind of strangely now and then, though.

    The next morning, Dad got us all up really early.  It was a tradition with our family to go out for a nice breakfast on Christmas Eve.  We used to go to church, but this year, my father didn't seem to want to.  I didn't care either way.  In my opinion, you didn't have to go to church to feel close to God.

    Cole came along with us to breakfast, and we all had a great time.  Jim told us how excited he was about his new job, and he and Dad talked about what Jim could expect out of it.  I sat and listened to everyone, but my mind was still on Tommy and Puck.  I wondered what it was going to be like when the two of them walked in the door later today.

    I didn't have long to wait to find out what it was going to be like to face Puck.  Shortly after we got home, Puck came over with three bags full of presents.  We took them in the living room and then went into the kitchen for a soda.  He was excited about our little Christmas Eve party.

    "I can't wait for Tommy to open his presents from me," he laughed.  "There's only one that I'm saving for later."

    "You never did tell me exactly what you got him," I said.

    "That's right," he chuckled.  "I'm not going to. You can wait to see when he sees."

    Then Sheldon called to tell me he'd be over in a little while.  He said that his mother was going over to his aunt's for the day to help get everything ready for what they were going to be doing for Christmas, and he would just be home alone all day.  He hadn't been over much lately, so I was actually glad that he was coming early.

    Tommy arrived shortly after Sheldon, and each of them had brought presents with them.  Cole and Evan snuck downstairs with presents of their own, and then Kendal brought presents in from her new car.  There were so many presents in the living room that my dad didn't know what to think.

    When we all got into the living room, Clint decided that he would play Santa while Jim and my dad got to enjoy watching.  The three adults went into the kitchen and brought cookies and hot chocolate in for everyone, and then we sat down to open presents.  I looked around at everyone and thought about how lucky I was to have each of them.

    We each passed out Christmas Cards first, and everyone thanked each other.  Every card that I gave out was one of my original works.  I painted the pictures, had them printed and filled out each one.  Everyone seemed to be really happy with their cards, and I was glad.

    When the gifts were all passed out, we all started unwrapping our own.  I got a pair of corduroy dress pants from Puck, and again, the price tag was quite heavy.  He smiled from ear to ear when he saw that I'd opened them, though.  So I just hugged him and thanked him.  From Tommy, I got a gold chain with a golden gross.  It was great, and I loved it.  I hugged Tommy, too, and out of the corner of my eye, I watched to see what Puck would think of that, but he didn't pay any attention to us.  He was busy opening his present from me.

    "Oh my God!" he gasped when he opened the gift.  "Thank you so much!"

    I hugged him again and watched as he looked over the lap top I'd bought him.  He'd been begging his mother for one for so long, and I'd discussed it with her a few days before I'd bought it.  She thanked me almost as much as he did.  I was just happy to see that he liked it.

    For Tommy, I'd bought a hand held address book with a calculator and mini electronic journal.  He grinned from ear to ear when he opened it, and I hugged him again, too.  He said that he couldn't believe I'd bought it for him, and Puck and I shared a smile over that.  Tommy had been saving for one of those for so long.

    From Sheldon, I got a leather back pack.  It was very nice, but there was no price tag, so I didn't know how much he'd spent.  I just hugged him, which made him blush.  Everyone laughed, and then he opened the gift I'd gotten for him.  His eyes got huge and he gasped when he unwrapped the car stereo I'd bought him.  He'd just gotten his license, and his mother had bought him a car.

    "Thank you!" he cried, smiling at me.  Then he hugged me again, and again, he blushed.

    I gave everyone a small painting that kind of resembled someone in the room.  For Puck, I'd painted a portrait that was his own face on one side and Tommy's on the other.  I'd done the same for Tommy, too.  The absolutely loved them, and I was glad.  They both hugged me over the paintings.

    "These are so great, Chris," said Puck.  "I can't believe how you mixed our faces like that. It's awesome."

    "I'm glad you like them, guys," I said, smiling at them.

    Sheldon and Cole thanked me for their paintings as well.  Cole was the only one that didn't get a self portrait.  I hadn't known he was going to be a part of the celebration, so I'd just selected a painting that he'd liked in the gallery and tried to paint a smaller version of it.  He was thrilled with it, though, and I was glad.

    "A Christopher Wallace original," he said, smiling at me.  "No joke, Chris, this is a valuable work of art!"

    We all laughed about that.  Then we all cleaned up the mess and just hung out.  We talked about everything under the sun, and I watched as Puck and Tommy snuggled together on the couch.  I was so glad that, so far, they seemed to be just fine after my night with Tommy.

    Kendal, Cole and Evan left shortly after everything was cleaned up.  Kendal wanted to spend some time with her new mystery boyfriend, and Cole and Evan were going to some kind of party at the high school.  Sheldon left next, followed by Puck and Tommy.  Then it was just me, Dad, Clint and Jim sitting around the living room.

    Each of us were way to stuffed with cookies and other treats to even think about dinner, so we just sat there, sipping hot chocolate and talking about nothing in particular.  It was a great day, and I was very happy with how everything had turned out.  There were so many things that I wanted to say to everyone, but I just couldn't find the words.

    The telephone dragged my father away from us for a little while.  He talked to whoever it was for a few minutes and then gave the phone to me.  I wondered who it could be.

    "Hey, Chris," said Ted on the other end of the extension.  "Merry Christmas."

    "Merry Christmas, Ted," I replied, smiling.  "How has your Christmas Eve been so far?"

    "Pretty good," he said.  "Listen, I talked it over with your dad, and he said it would be ok if I came and spent the rest of Winter Break with you."

    "That'd be great!" I gasped.  "But don't you have to work?"

    "They're closing the restaurant for renovations," he said.  "It won't be open again until February."

    "So, when are you coming?" I asked.

    "My dad is going to get me a train ticket for Sunday," he said.  "I'm supposed to call your dad back with all the details."

    We talked for a bit longer about what we'd do while he was here.  I was happy that he was coming to visit, and I couldn't wait to see him.  I wondered about how Evan would react to him, but one look at him and Cole solved that problem for me.  Having Ted around would actually be good for me.

    Later that night, after Cole had gone home for the night, Evan and I sat in our room talking about Christmas.  We were both like little kids that couldn't wait for morning.

My other stories on Nifty:

Nicholas And Mark

Adult Youth:
Boys Of Summer
Midnight Encounter

For a complete list of all of my stories, go to my website.

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High School:
Matthew Figures It Out
Carrots And Celery

Family Album
My Step-Brother, Jacob

Working It Out

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Greg Bowden
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