Date: Fri, 14 Jul 2006 21:02:11 -0700 (PDT) From: Thomas Gaige Subject: Alex Gets Educated - Chapter 14 DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of sexual activities between teenage boys. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it! Alex Gets Educated Chapter 14 - Reunion, Revelation & Resolution - Part III ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jon's Story As I drove back to school on the Sunday afternoon after Thanksgiving, I was excited over going back, because I was going to be with Ryan again. I also was extremely nervous and pretty frightened as well though, because I knew I needed to tell him about what had happened between myself, Alex, and Vincent. It wouldn't be fair of me to hide the fact I'd had sex with the boys from Ryan. Besides, if I did, I'd only end up being a wreck wondering when someone would slip, and let the cat out of the bag. So, with this in mind, both out of respect for Ryan, and my own need to maintain my sanity, I'd reached the conclusion that I needed to be completely open and honest with Ryan. Knowing this scared me to death though. I knew in my heart that even though Ryan and I had only been together for a few weeks prior to the holiday, and that we hadn't really made any formal claim on each other, that both of us thought of ourselves as a couple already. Because of this, I knew that no matter how I tried to temper what I had to tell him, Ryan was going to be hurt by what I'd done. That alone was tearing me up inside! I so didn't want to hurt him! On top of that, I selfishly was terrified that he would be so hurt that he'd want to break up with me! I loved Ryan so much, that if this happened, I didn't know what I'd do! As you might expect, those few hours I was driving back to school were some of the most miserable ones in my life. I was so upset by it all, that not only did I have a headache, from playing the conversation I intended to have with Ryan over and over in my head, but my stomach was in knots, and my chest ached as well. To make matters worse, a cold front began to move in. The temperature outside dropped dramatically, and it began snowing too. As much as I dreaded getting to the school and facing Ryan, I soon began to feel that I just wanted to get there, and get it over with, because dwelling on it as I drove along in poor conditions was almost as hellish as I imagined telling Ryan would be. As the snow intensified as I drove along, I necessarily had to slow down, which nearly brought me to tears, I was so frustrated and miserable. * * * Finally, after nearly 5 hours on the road, I made it back to campus! There was already a good 6" of snow on the ground, and it was coming down pretty good. As I pulled into the parking lot by our building, I looked up at the window of our room. My heart both leapt with joy, and sank with despair. The light was on! On top of that, there was a little Christmas tree sitting in the window, lit up! Ryan was obviously up there, and I could just imagine him happily decorating our room for the holidays! Tears welled in my eyes as I thought about how I was about to ruin his mood, and most likely, his whole holiday season. Sniffing deeply a couple times, I blinked back my tears, turned off the car and got out. I only had 3 bags and a back pack, which I quickly unloaded, and slung over my shoulders. I locked the car then and trudged off miserably through the snow, across the parking lot toward our building, and my ultimate fate. I was only wearing canvas sneakers, and my feet felt wet by the time I reached the door. * * * It took a while to get through the hallways, and up the elevator to our room. Most of the other students were back already, and were partying in their rooms, which of course spilled out into the hallways. Many of them tried to stop me to ask about my holidays. I gave them all a cursory, nod and said "it was great!", but kept moving as best I could past them, as they looked at me with furrowed brows, no doubt wondering what was bothering me. When I finally reached our room, I found a beautiful flocked evergreen wreath with a big red bow and some pine cones hanging on it, suspended by a string that disappeared over the top of the door. "Fuck!" I thought, frowning. "Great way to begin Christmas!" As I shoved my key in the lock, the door flew open and there stood Ryan grinning broadly at me. Christmas music was playing, and I saw that he had a sprig of mistletoe in his hand. I also saw that he was fully hard. His penis was plastered flat up against the crease between his left thigh and his lower abdomen. "Merry Christmas!" he cried happily. "Bet you didn't know Christmas is my favorite holiday!" I couldn't help but smile slightly and say "Merry Christmas!" back to him. "Well, get your buns in here already!" he said. I noticed he suddenly had a strange look on his face. Had he already been able to read my mood? Or was something else up? I walked in and dropped my bags on the floor by the foot of my bed, and let my jacket slide off, landing on top of them. When I turned around, Ryan had shut the door. There was a big felt Santa Clause on the back of the door. And Ryan was standing in front of me, still looking at me with a funny look. He quickly held the mistletoe up over his head and his eyes opened wide, then swiftly returned to normal, in his version or an eyebrow waggle. A seductive grin spread over his face then. I suddenly felt really miserable. I hoped he couldn't tell. "Well?" he asked, looking at me, furrowing his brow and looking a little concerned. I so wanted to take him in my arms and kiss him, but at the same time, I felt that if I did, it would be making matters worse, once I told him what I had to say, because at that point, he probably wouldn't want anything to do with me anymore! Ryan didn't leave the choice up to me though. He reached over and pulled me to him, and kissed me on the lips. I couldn't help but respond, and kissed him back, however, not with the alacrity I normally would have. Even so, it felt wonderful being in his arms, and the feeling of his tongue searching my mouth, and the warm breath that blew out his nostrils, brushing over my cheek caused my dick to stiffen instantly. As Ryan squeezed me up against him, I felt his hard penis grinding into me as well. Even though I was hard, Ryan sensed I wasn't completely involved in our embrace and released me. As we parted, he said, "What's wrong? You look like you want to say something, but yet you don't! And... OH! Wait - before I forget and we get off on a tangent... You had a call from Alex a little while ago," "OH?" I asked, feeling suddenly terrified, as I realized it was a sign I needed to get on with telling Ryan what had happened. Ryan had a strange look on his face, that I couldn't read, as he looked at me. I couldn't tell if it was a reaction to my obvious discomfort that Alex had called, or if maybe he already knew what had happened. Suddenly a sharp pain shot through my chest! Alex wouldn't have called to talk to Ryan and try to smooth things over would he??? Had he already told Ryan what had happened??? FUCK!!!! Ryan's look of concern morphed suddenly into an arrogant and accusative tone and said "Yes, and he told me something very interesting about you!" As I felt my eyes widen with terror, Ryan raised an eyebrow and looked accusatively at me. "Fuck! That little bastard!" I gasped, realizing Alex must've told Ryan. He always had a habit of trying to fix things for people! But, he had promised me he wouldn't tell anyone about this! I felt kicked in the gut! Not only was I terrified about Ryan's reaction to the news, but tears welled in my eyes at Alex's betrayal. "Dammit! He said he'd keep quiet!" I realized then, I didn't know if I'd just thought it or if I'd actually said it out loud. Ryan was looking at me with a real strange look on his face, making me think I had blurted it out. I was so lost in my own misery, it took me a minute to study Ryan and see just how strange the look on his face was, as he stared at me. I couldn't tell if it was pain, anger, or what. As Ryan opened his mouth to say something, overcome with guilt, shame, and self loathing, I blurted, "I'm sorry Ryan! I'm so so sorry! If you'll let me - I can explain, and maybe it won't seem quite so bad! Please!" Ryan's look changed then, and I saw that he finally looked scared. "You can explain what?" He asked, hollowly, sounding confused and worried. I had never felt so anguished in my life, I thought I was going to throw up my stomach hurt so much. There was nothing left to do now but own up to what I'd done. "How come I had sex with them," I said, in a weak, raspy voice that didn't seem my own, although it was all I could muster. There was dead silence in the room then, except for the Christmas songs Ryan had playing on the radio, that now seemed rediculously out of place. Ryan looked at me with a stricken look on his face. Unable to meet his eyes, I looked down at the floor, feeling ready to vomit. "I swear, I never meant to hurt you Ryan," I cried, pitifully, as I felt tears welling in my eyes. "I love you! And, I'm so sorry!" I couldn't see the expression on Ryan's face, but I could feel his eyes boring into my skull as I looked down at the carpeting. The knot I'd felt in my gut started to abate a little now that I'd admitted what I'd done. It was replaced though with a heavy ache in my chest, as I realized my admission was destroying Ryan. I knew the bottom had fallen out of his world, and thus, it had fallen out of mine too. When Ryan didn't say anything for a minute, I finally couldn't stand it, and glanced quickly up at him. When I saw the pain clearly etched on his face, and emanating from his eyes, I felt like a knife was twisting into my heart. "Oh God Ryan! I mean it! I'm so sorry! I never meant to do it! Please! You have to believe me! I wouldn't have - but... they literally seduced me!" I said, realizing any explanation was probably meaningless at that point. "WHO seduced you?" Ryan finally asked in a raspy, devastated tone. It was then I saw that in addition to the look of pain on Ryan's face, that he appeared absolutely stunned by what I had said, and I realized then, Alex hadn't told him anything afterall! I closed my eyes in horror, realizing I'd not only hurt Ryan, but had told him what I'd done in a completely shocking and callous way on top of it! What kind of fucking idiot was I? I looked down and buried my face in my hands. How stupid was I? Of course Alex wouldn't tell! He'd wanted me to hide it altogether. All I'd done was let my guilt run away with my sanity and I'd blurted out the horror of what I'd done to Ryan, rather than breaking it to him as easily as I could. I felt worse than ever! I didn't know what to do, but I had to try and explain and try to ease some of Ryan's pain. After a moment, finally resigned to the fact I'd completely ruined both Ryan's and my own lives, but wanting to try and help Ryan just the same, I took my hands away from my face, sighed, and looked at Ryan. Ryan looked pale, hurt, shocked, and confused. By then, I was nearly completely drained of emotion. I dropped down on my bed, and looked down at the floor. I couldn't bring myself to look at Ryan anymore. I couldn't stand the pain I saw in his eyes. The best I could do was stare down at his feet. "I better start at the beginning I guess," I said, deflated. "Please do," Ryan said, softly, in a high, quavering voice, as he backed up and sat down on his bed facing me. The mistletoe slid out of his hand onto the floor, causing a wrenching pain in my chest again. Neither of us reached down to pick it up. "I expect you remember when I first moved up here with you, how that first day we told each other about the other guys we've had sex with..." I said. "Well... Everything I told you was true, but, I never told you that the boy I used to have sex with the most was Alex - my next door neighbor." I paused for a moment, in case Ryan wanted to say something. He remained completely silent, so I continued. "Alex and I have known each other for quite a while now, and yeah, he's a little younger than me, but he's a great kid, and well, shortly after we met, we ended up having sex together. How it started isn't important at this point. The part you need to know about is that we were still having sex, regularly, right up until I came to school. And we were together over Columbus Day weekend too. Then... right after that, everything happened, and you and I moved in together and well... I fell in love with you!" I said. I looked up at Ryan. He was looking at me with glistening eyes and a hurt expression on his face. His expression didn't change, he merely blinked and continued looking at me. "I mean it Ryan! I fell in love with you! Even though we weren't together all that long - it happened. I fell in love with you! I loved you already before we went home, and I still do love you!" I said, emphatically. Ryan blinked rapidly a couple times, he sniffed, and his face twitched a little. He looked more upset than he had a moment earlier. I decided I'd best finish telling him everything. Unable to look at him any longer, I looked back down at the floor again, and continued, "When I went home Wednesday, I fully intended to tell Alex all about you, and I did NOT intend for him and me to have sex anymore. I actually did tell him about you! In fact, we had a long talk about you. He understands that I love you and he's OK with that. In fact, he's happy for me, and can't wait to meet you someday. I think it helped a little that he too had met another boy and fallen in love as well! His boyfriend's name is Vincent. They go to school together, and are pretty involved with each other, including having a full, active, sex life. Anyway, I'd been nervous about telling Alex about you, because I thought he might've been in love with me. He felt the same way about telling me about Vincent, thinking I was in love with him too. After we both told our stories to each other, I realized that I do love Alex!" I looked up at Ryan, who looked suddenly more stricken, so I quickly continued with, "But Ryan you need to understand - it's not anything like the love I feel about you! I'm in love with you, and think of you as my boyfriend! I do love Alex though - but only as if he were my little brother. There's nothing romantic about it! And he realized that he only loves me as if I were his big brother too!" Ryan's devastated expression relaxed just a little, but he still looked profoundly sad, hurt, and worried yet. "So... who seduced you then?" he asked, finally. I sighed, and thought for a moment. I realized he needed to know everything, so I decided to just get it all out. "Alex did - twice actually, and one of those times, Vincent was involved too," I said. I knew I'd hurt Ryan, but he had to know. As his eyes widenend and watered, I couldn't look at him anymore, and looked back down at the floor. "Alex and I talked Thanksgiving night, and discovered we only felt brotherly love for one another," I said. "He wondered then if we could still have sex together, and I told him we couldn't because we had boyfriends now, who, even if we only had 'brotherly' sex together, would be hurt by it. He said he understood, and I thought that was the end of it." "But then..." I continued, "the next morning, after our mothers both went to work, he snuck into the house while I was sleeping, got naked, and got into bed with me. Umm... that really isn't so unusual for him. We used to sleep together sometimes. He liked snuggling with me. Anyway, he didn't see a problem with doing that yet I guess. I was still asleep - you know how soundly I can sleep, so I really don't know what happened to cause this, but.. well... I was having this really good dream - actually that I was making love to you, when suddenly I wake up and he's in my bed, and my dick's up his ass, and we're going at it! I swear I don't know how we ended up that way. Like I say, I sleep pretty soundly. I expect he got in front of me and pushed back onto me, then started fucking me. Regardless, we were doing it. By the time I woke up, I was about ready to cum up your ass in my dream, well... in reality I was really ready to cum in his ass. He was about to blow too. Apparently it was our combined excitement that woke me up. I know this isn't really an excuse for what I did, but ... it's the only explanation I can offer as to why I did it. I know you know how hard it is to stop when you're at that point of no return... well... I know I should have, but we were both just about to get off, and he begged me not to stop. Anyway... I kept going until we'd both finished." I looked up at Ryan again. Ryan was looking at me with an oddly bland look on his face then. He looked pale, and his jaw looked tense though. His eyes still looked watery as well. "That was all that happened then. I made him get off me, and went and showered - alone! I was upset that he started it, and at myself for finishing it - because I thought he and I had agreed to stop having sex. He realized I was upset, and I told him we could never do anything like that ever again!" I said. "But... you apparently did do something else!" Ryan said, his expression unchanged. I looked over at Alex's little Christmas tree in the window and felt even sadder. I couldn't pull my gaze from it though, as I continued. "That afternoon," I said. "We were over at Alex's playing video games, and Vincent showed up. We were introduced. At first Vincent looked a little jealous of me. Alex had told him about me before. But, then after Alex explained to him that we figured out that he loved Vincent, but that he and I were just close - like 'brothers', Vincent seemed OK with it." "Apparently Alex had also told him about how we used to have sex too," I said. "The kid kept looking me up and down. I'll admit he was cute as hell. You'd have thought so too. Well, Alex got the bright idea of us three having a trois. I said 'No!' He started stripping though. I couldn't believe he was ignoring me. Then he started stripping Vincent too. Vincent seemed as surprised as I was. When Alex dropped on his knees and started sucking on Vincent though, I know I should've just turned and left, but I was transfixed. I mean it isn't everyday two boys get naked and start having sex in front of you. Obviously I soon had huge wood going on of course! Well, before I had a chance to think clearly, Alex jumped up and came over to me and started fondling me, through my jeans. I tried to stop him. He wouldn't listen. OK, I know. I'm bigger than him, I should've pushed him away and left. I really thought I could talk him into stopping though. He always had listened to me before when I told him what to do or what not to do. Anyway, before I could gather my thoughts enough to do anything else about it, he had my pants down and was sucking on my cock! I did try to stop him, but as I was pushing him away, he suddenly deep-throated me, and jammed a finger up against my asshole and started working on it. I'm sorry Ryan. I know I should've had the willpower to resist, but what Alex was doing to me put me over the edge. I lost any willpower I had. I'm so sorry! I swear to you though - although we had sex, I wasn't making love to them! I just had sex with them! Now that I've been with you, I see there really is a difference! When I'm with you, I'm making love to you! We're not just having sex! With them, it was just empty sex!" I glanced back up at Ryan, his lower jaw was trembling slightly. I felt ready to cry for how I was hurting him. "So... what exactly did you do with them?" he asked, fighting to keep from crying. "I had sex with them Ryan. I'm sorry! If you really want the details, I'll tell you, but do you really want to know?" I asked, feeling frustrated that he wasn't helping me to not hurt him still more, and praying he wouldn't ask for every detail. "Yes. I want to know everything!" he said, in a whiny voice. He looked ready to cry. "Jesus Ryan!" I cried. My stomach was in knots again. He just looked pleadingly at me. "Fine!" I snapped, my eyes burning with tears of frustration, and rage at myself for what I'd done to Ryan. "They each sucked on me. I sucked on both of them. I rimmed both of them, and fucked both of them!" Ryan looked horrified, and I felt even worse that I'd let myself get angry at him for asking and just blurted all the details like that! I shouldn't have told him! None of it was his fault! I was the one who was at fault! "HOW MANY TIMES did you have sex with them?" he cried, his eyes horror-filled. "NO!" I cried, realizing then he thought I'd had several encounters with them. "It was only the one time! I swear! I just gave them each a little, then I taught Vincent how to take it up the ass! He came real quick, so I finished up in Alex! As soon as it was over, I realized what a collosal mistake I'd made, got dressed and left! And that was it! I never did anything more with either of them, and I told Alex that it could never happen again!" As I looked up at Ryan, his jaw was quivering more, and a tear suddenly rolled over the top of his lower eyelid and trickled down his cheek. I choked and my eyes finally flooded then too when I saw how upset he was. "Fuck!" I cried, in a strangled tone. "I'm so fucking sorry Ryan! I never meant to hurt you! I love you with all my heart! All I want is to take it all back and start over! Fuck! I wish I'd never gone home!" As I started sobbing, I couldn't take seeing the pain on Ryan's face anymore. I didn't know what to do, so I leaped up and ran out the door. Our room was only two doors from the stairwell, so I turned and ran over to it, and dashed through the door and ran down the stairs before anyone could see me sobbing. When I reached the ground floor, I didn't know what to do. I needed to get out of the building though - there were too many other students around, who I didn't want to see me that way. I'd run out without my jacket on top of it though. But, I had my car keys in my pocket, so I ran to my car, got in it, turned it on, and turned on the heat. I sat there a couple minutes, my mind swirling in turmoil. Finally, I leaned forward and looked up at our room. The light was still on, and so was Ryan's little Christmas tree. As I sat wondering what he was doing - praying that somehow he wasn't in as much pain as I was myself, the lights on the tree suddenly went off. I felt again like I'd been stabbed in the heart. I couldn't take it anymore. Finally I just let myself go, buried my face in my hands, and sobbed pathetically. Eventually, I cried myself out. Looking up at our room, I saw the light was still on. Ryan's little Christmas tree was still dark though. "Now what the fuck do I do?" I thought to myself as I rubbed the tears from my cheeks. * * * I knew I couldn't sit in my car forever, so finally, after I knew for sure I wasn't going to burst into tears right away again, I turned off the car, got out, locked it back up, and ran back toward our building. It was snowing hard yet, and seemed even colder. Shivering in my T-shirt, I ran as quickly as I could to the doors. Once I was inside, and had shaken the snow off, I stood wondering what I should do. I couldn't go back up to our room. I just couldn't face Ryan yet. Suddenly I realized, I had nowhere to go for the night. Finally, after a few minutes, I walked to the elevator and took it up to my old floor, where I'd shared a room with Steve. The halls were quiet by then, as everyone had moved into their rooms. When I got to my old room, I knocked. "It's open!" I heard Steve call. I opened the door and walked in. Steve and Jared were sitting on their beds, watching a football game. Each had a can of Budweiser in their hand. "Hey!" Steve cried, grinning. "Grab a brew and join us!" I tried to smile back at him, and quickly went into the bathroom and got a beer from the little refrigerator, then I walked back into the main room and sat down at the chair at Steve's desk. I couldn't help but smile slightly when I saw he had a porn site up on his computer screen. I also saw what looked like some stains on the top of his desk that looked like he'd ejaculated all over it, but hadn't adequately cleaned up his mess afterward. I opened the beer and downed half the can in one large gulp, as Steve and Jared stared at me, surprised. "What's wrong Jon?" Steve asked, sounding genuinely concerned. "Nothing," I said. "Um... thanks for the beer!" "Sure, no problem. Anytime," he said. I could tell he didn't buy that nothing was wrong. "You have a decent Turkey day?" he asked. "Yeah, it was fine," I said, forgetting to ask about his holiday. The two looked at me, as I downed the rest of the can of beer. "Help yourself to another," Steve said. "I'll get it for you," Jared said, getting up. "I need to leak and want another myself." "Thanks," I said. Jared paused in front of me and looked carefully at me. "You look like you lost your best friend man! You OK?" "I'm fine!" I said, rather emphatically. Jared smirked suddenly and said, "Well, what happened? You and the fruit cake have a little lover's quarrel?" He laughed heartily, grinning at me in what looked to me to be a taunting manner. without thinking, I flew up off the chair, and my fist formed in mid air as my hand flew toward Jared's mouth, where it connected solidly with his lower jaw bone, with a resounding smack, followed by a surprised cry of pain from Jared as he flew backward onto his bed. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Steve holding his can of beer up - it was stuck half-way to his mouth, which was hanging open. His eyes were huge with surprise. "DON'T YOU EVER CALL HIM NAMES, AND DON'T YOU EVER INSINUATE ANYTHING LIKE THAT AGAIN!" I bellowed, leaning down and getting into Jared's face. He stared up at me with a mixture of shock, pain, and fear on his face. I didn't wait for a reply. I just spun on my heel and fled from the room, slamming the door shut behind me, leaving Jared, who was near tears, gingerly feeling his jaw to see if it was broken, and Steve staring stupidly at the door, completely shocked at my behavior. * * * "Damn!" I muttered, scooping up a handful of snow and holding it on my hand. After I'd left Steve and Jared's room, I'd run back down the hallway, and down the stairs to the lobby of the building. There was nowhere to go, and my hand was hurting from having hit Jared so hard. Hoping a handful of snow would help alleviate the pain, I'd gone back outside, even though I still didn't have my jacket with me. It was still cold and snowing to beat the band. Looking across the campus as I held the snow on my hand, I saw the lights on at the library and decided to go there for a while to think. Quickly I set off. When I reached the library, I shook the snow from my hair and clothes, and ran inside, where I quietly stamped my feet off. I went then to my favorite area of the library, where there are quiet cubicles against the far back window, which I found conducive to studying when I had to use the library's resources. There, I found an empty cubicle and sat down at it. Finally, I crossed my arms in front of me on the desk and laid my head down and closed my eyes. I tried my best then to relax, and just not think anymore... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------- Ryan's Story Hello, I'm Ryan. I guess you've heard all about me. I didn't realize Jon and Alex were writing a story about themselves, and that I'd become a part of the story, but... I guess I am, so ... here I am to tell you my side of this tale. I guess I won't repeat everything about how Jon and I met, and how he saved me from that Brute of a roommate - Jared. God! Living with that asshole was the most miserable time in my life... at least until I found out that Jon had been with Alex and his boyfriend over Thanksgiving, after I'd thought the two of us were in an exclusive relationship. When I found out about that, I realized nothing else really mattered anymore. I loved Jon with all my heart, but it suddenly seemed to me that he apparently didn't feel the same way about me, although, he said he did. Well... I suppose I should take it from the top of this chapter of the story. I'd gone home and had a really nice Thanksgiving. It was the happiest I ever remembered, although, I really really missed my Jon while he was at his mother's and I was at my home! While I was home, I spent literally all my free time in my room, fantasizing about being with Jon, and masturbating too of course! Thank God for lube - otherwise my dick would've been raw and bleeding from all the action I gave it! I'd never felt happier to be going back to school than I did the Sunday after Thanksgiving. Jon was coming back that day too, and we would finally be together again! And... it was Christmas season too - my favorite time of the year! I knew that this year was going to be the best Christmas ever! I was so excited to get back to school that I asked my mother if we could leave earlier than planned. To say she was shocked would be putting it mildly. I claimed I had a project I wanted to work on though, so she agreed. The real reason I wanted to get back early was because on Black Friday, I'd been shopping with mom, and I'd picked up all kinds of Christmas decorations for Jon's and my room. I hoped to get the room decorated before he got back, so that when he did, we could spend the rest of the evening enjoying each other in our own little Holiday world! I was happy to find when we got to the school that Jon hadn't come back early as well, so that I could get my decorations up. I certainly didn't have to worry about getting 'anything else' "Up" as well - my dick was stiff, from the anticipation of Jon's and my reunion, from the moment I woke up Sunday morning. I purposely didn't touch myself there all day, except to pee, and quickly in the shower to make sure I was clean, so that I'd have a huge load of juice for my lover later that night! As soon as Mom left, I put on some Christmas music and began decorating! I put a wreath on the door, and a cheerful looking Santa on the inside of the door. Then I set up a little Christmas tree I'd bought. First I put some lights on it, then I set it in the window, turned it on, and began decorating it. I'd been lucky to find all kinds of nice smaller ornaments that looked quite nice on it! As I decorated the tree, it started snowing outside. I thought it was rather festive, and just made my decorating even more appropriate, and fun! As I worked on, it began snowing harder though, and Jon didn't come. I began to worry a little that he might've had trouble on the road. When it got to be the time I was expecting Jon to arrive, I got more and more excited. He didn't come though. About an hour later, the phone rang. It was Alex, Jon's young neighbor boy from home. He was wondering if Jon had made it back alright. They'd heard about the snow storm. I told him that he hadn't arrived yet, but was probably tied up in slow traffic due to the snow, and that I'd have him call home when he got in. About 2 hours Jon should have gotten in, during which I kept checking out the window, I finally saw him pull into the parking lot below our window! His car looked OK, so I assumed he was alright. Bubbling over with excitement, I felt my penis inflate with anticipation of our joyous reunion. Suddenly, I had a thought. I quickly opened my jeans, exposing my hardon. Then I took a piece of red ribbon and wrapped it around my shaft approximately where my circumcision scar is, and tied it into a bow. Then I quickly closed my pants back up, leaving my penis poking straight out to the left. The ribbon felt uncomfortable, and the edges of it scratched at the sides of my dick, but I didn't care. I thought Jon would think it was hilarious, then he'd immediately begin untying it with his teeth, and soothe any abrasions I'd received from it with his tongue. Fuck! I was so excited, I could feel a tiny damp spot in my underwear at the tip of my dick! A moment later, I heard Jon's key in the lock. I grabbed my sprig of mistletoe and reached over and ripped the door open! "Merry Christmas!" I cried, grinning. "I bet you didn't know Christmas is my favorite holiday!" Although he tried to smile, I could tell there was something wrong! He said "Merry Christmas" in a voice that completely lacked enthusiasm. Hoping it was just that he was tired from the long trip, I said, "Well, get your buns in here already!" As he walked in and dropped his bags and jacket on the floor, I knew there was more to it, and I felt my penis begin to wilt. I thought he winced a little when he looked past me and saw the Santa Clause on the door. Hoping I might still be able to cheer Jon up, I held the mistletoe up over my head, grinned,and flashed my eyes suggestively at him. I could tell it wasn't working. "Well?" I asked, looking at him, concerned. I could see he was struggling with whether to just give in and kiss me, or to continue dwelling on whatever was bothering him. I decided to take matters into my own hands and grabbed him and pulled him up to me, and kissed him hard on the lips. I was happy when I felt him kissing me back, and I could feel his hardon pressing against me, as mine throbbed between our bodies as well, but I could tell he just wasn't into it, like he usually was. Finally, I gave in and let go of him. I stood back and looked carefully at him. "What's wrong Jon?" I asked finally. "I can tell you want to say something, but you're not saying it! Did something happen on your way here? ... OH! Before I forget and we get off on a tangent... You had a call from Alex a little while ago," "OH?" he asked, coming sharply to attention. Oddly he had an almost scared look on his face though. I was too disturbed by Jon's reaction to respond immediately. As I watched him a myriad of strange looks crossed his face, that I couldn't understand, and he kept avoiding looking at me. I really didn't understand what was going on, or why he seemed to be acting even more strangely about getting a call from home. I wondered then if maybe he was afraid Alex had told me some secret of his, like maybe what he'd gotten me for Christmas, so I decided to see if teasing him would make him talk. "Yes," I said, trying to sound aloof. "And he told me something very interesting about you!" As I looked at Jon, I saw his eyes get bigger. He looked genuinely scared then - more so than if he was trying to hide what he'd gotten me for a present. "Fuck! That little bastard!" he burst out suddenly. To say I was surprised by his reaction was an understatment. As he began looking like he was actually going to cry, he muttered, "Dammit! He said he'd keep quiet!" I realized then that something was really wrong. As I finally opened my mouth to ask what was bothering him so much, he looked at me with an extremely guilty and embarrassed look on his face and blurted, "I'm sorry Ryan! I'm so so sorry! If you'll let me - I can explain, and maybe it won't seem quite so bad! Please!" The frantic apology, and offer of an explanation sent a shiver of fear rocketing through me. I knew then that something must've happened over the long weekend. In some innate way, I knew it had to do with me, even though I wasn't directly involved, and I suddenly was scared that all the happiness I'd been feeling was about to dissipate due to whatever had occurred. "You can explain what?" I asked, almost certain I didn't really want to know. Jon looked completely miserable. I knew he'd done something that was going to change things for us. I felt tears forming in my eyes. "How come I had sex with them," he replied finally, in a near whisper. Even though my Christmas music continued playing, I heard nothing but Jon's last words. They kept playing over and over again through my head, as I felt like my world had begun crumbling about me! "I swear, I never meant to hurt you Ryan," he cried, sounding frantic suddenly. I could see he had tears in his eyes too, as he added, "I love you! And, I'm so sorry!" He suddenly looked away, as if he couldn't face me. He had sex with someone else... but he loved me! I just stood staring at Jon, absolutely stunned, and not having the foggiest notion what to do, say, or even feel. All I knew was I hurt! After a minute he looked at me again and cried, "Oh God Ryan! I mean it! I'm so sorry! I never meant to do it! Please! You have to believe me! I wouldn't have - but... they literally seduced me!" Seduced? I thought, looking at him uncomprhending. Who seduced him? Finally, I found my voice and said, "Who seduced you?" Suddenly a look of horror crossed Jon's face, as if he realized something. He closed his eyes tightly and his face contorted as if he was angry. I didn't know what to think. Finally, he looked at me again. He looked calmer, almost as if he was emotionally exhausted. He sighed and sat down on his bed facing mine, and looked down at the floor. "I better start from the beginning," he said, softly. "Please do," I replied, as I sat down on my bed facing him as well. As I did, my mistletoe slipped from my hand and fell to the floor. I left it there. It really didn't matter anymore. "I expect you remember when I first moved up here with you, how that first day we told each other about the other guys we've had sex with..." he said. "Well... Everything I told you was true, but, I never told you that the boy I used to have sex with the most was Alex - my next door neighbor." He paused for a moment, as if to gather his thoughts, then continued. "Alex and I have known each other for quite a while now, and yeah, he's a little younger than me, but he's a great kid, and well, shortly after we met, we ended up having sex together. How it started isn't important at this point. The part you need to know about is that we were still having sex, regularly, right up until I came to school. And we were together over Columbus Day weekend too. Then... right after that, everything happened, and you and I moved in together and well... I fell in love with you!" he said. He looked up at me. I just stared back at him. "I mean it Ryan! I fell in love with you! Even though we weren't together all that long - it happened. I fell in love with you! I loved you already before we went home, and I still do love you!" he said strongly. I was close to breaking down crying by then, but snuffled and held back my tears as best I could. Jon looked down at the floor again, and continued, "When I went home Wednesday, I fully intended to tell Alex all about you, and I did NOT intend for him and me to have sex anymore. I actually did tell him about you! In fact, we had a long talk about you. He understands that I love you and he's OK with that. In fact, he's happy for me, and can't wait to meet you someday. I think it helped a little that he too had met another boy and fallen in love as well! His boyfriend's name is Vincent. They go to school together, and are pretty involved with each other, including having a full, active, sex life. Anyway, I'd been nervous about telling Alex about you, because I thought he might've been in love with me. He felt the same way about telling me about Vincent, thinking I was in love with him too. After we both told our stories to each other, I realized that I do love Alex!" I felt like I'd been kneed in the balls! He didn't love me after all - he loved his snot-nosed neighbor kid! Jon continued then saying, "But Ryan you need to understand - it's not anything like the love I feel about you! I'm in love with you, and think of you as my boyfriend! I do love Alex though - but only as if he were my little brother. There's nothing romantic about it! And he realized that he only loves me as if I were his big brother too!" I felt a little better then because he still was talking about loving me, in fact more than this Alex. But I was still confused and worried about where things had gone after that. "So... who seduced you?" I asked, as he sat staring at me. Jon sighed, and thought for a moment. "Alex did - twice actually, and one of those times, Vincent was involved too," he said. I stared stupified at Jon. He'd been with not one boy, but two! Again I felt tears welling in my eyes. Jon looked back down at the floor again. "Alex and I talked Thanksgiving night, and discovered we only felt brotherly love for one another," he said. "He wondered then if we could still have sex together, and I told him we couldn't because we had boyfriends now, who, even if we only had 'brotherly' sex together, would be hurt by it. He said he understood, and I thought that was the end of it." "But then..." he said, "the next morning, after our mothers both went to work, he snuck into the house while I was sleeping, got naked, and got into bed with me. Umm... that really isn't so unusual for him. We used to sleep together sometimes. He liked snuggling with me. Anyway, he didn't see a problem with doing that yet I guess. I was still asleep - you know how soundly I can sleep, so I really don't know what happened to cause this, but.. well... I was having this really good dream - actually that I was making love to you, when suddenly I wake up and he's in my bed, and my dick's up his ass, and we're going at it! I swear I don't know how we ended up that way. Like I say, I sleep pretty soundly. I expect he got in front of me and pushed back onto me, then started fucking me. Regardless, we were doing it. By the time I woke up, I was about ready to cum up your ass in my dream, well... in reality I was really ready to cum in his ass. He was about to blow too. Apparently it was our combined excitement that woke me up. I know this isn't really an excuse for what I did, but ... it's the only explanation I can offer as to why I did it. I know you know how hard it is to stop when you're at that point of no return... well... I know I should have, but we were both just about to get off, and he begged me not to stop. Anyway... I kept going until we'd both finished." All I could do was stare at Jon. All of this was a little much for me to comprehend. A naked boy had snuck into his bed and somehow inserted Jon's penis up his ass, and for all intent and purposes, reverse-raped him! Upon awakening, he was so close to cumming, that he finished what Alex had begun! How the hell could someone sleep through such a thing to begin with? And just how close were they if they slept naked together like Jon and I did? "That was all that happened then. I made him get off me, and went and showered - alone! I was upset that he started it, and at myself for finishing it - because I thought he and I had agreed to stop having sex. He realized I was upset, and I told him we could never do anything like that ever again!" he said. "But... you apparently did do something else!" I said, realizing that was only one of the seductions. Jon looked toward the window then, and continued. "That afternoon," he said. "We were over at Alex's playing video games, and Vincent showed up. We were introduced. At first Vincent looked a little jealous of me. Alex had told him about me before. But, then after Alex explained to him that we figured out that he loved Vincent, but that he and I were just close - like 'brothers', Vincent seemed OK with it." "Apparently Alex had also told him about how we used to have sex too," he said. "The kid kept looking me up and down. I'll admit he was cute as hell. You'd have thought so too. Well, Alex got the bright idea of us three having a trois. I said 'No!' He started stripping though. I couldn't believe he was ignoring me. Then he started stripping Vincent too. Vincent seemed as surprised as I was. When Alex dropped on his knees and started sucking on Vincent though, I know I should've just turned and left, but I was transfixed. I mean it isn't everyday two boys get naked and start having sex in front of you. Obviously I soon had huge wood going on of course! Well, before I had a chance to think clearly, Alex jumped up and came over to me and started fondling me, through my jeans. I tried to stop him. He wouldn't listen. OK, I know. I'm bigger than him, I should've pushed him away and left. I really thought I could talk him into stopping though. He always had listened to me before when I told him what to do or what not to do. Anyway, before I could gather my thoughts enough to do anything else about it, he had my pants down and was sucking on my cock! I did try to stop him, but as I was pushing him away, he suddenly deep-throated me, and jammed a finger up against my asshole and started working on it. I'm sorry Ryan. I know I should've had the willpower to resist, but what Alex was doing to me put me over the edge. I lost any willpower I had. I'm so sorry! I swear to you though - although we had sex, I wasn't making love to them! I just had sex with them! Now that I've been with you, I see there really is a difference! When I'm with you, I'm making love to you! We're not just having sex! With them, it was just empty sex!" Hearing Jon's explanation didn't help. In my mind, he should've been able to stop himself from becoming involved with the two of them. I could feel myself beginning to lose the battle not to start crying. I saw though that Jon looked ready to cry too. Although that made me feel worse, in a small way, I felt mildly vindicated as well, and hoped he felt a fraction as bad as I did. "So... what exactly did you do with them?" I asked, blinking and biting my lip. "I had sex with them Ryan. I'm sorry! If you really want the details, I'll tell you, but do you really want to know?" he asked, sounding almost angry at me for asking. "Yes. I want to know everything!" I said, as stoically as I could, despite being on the verge of tears. "Jesus Christ Ryan!" he shouted in a frustrated tone. I just stared at him. I had to know. He owed me that much, and he knew it! "Fine!" he snapped angrily. "They each sucked on me. I sucked on both of them. I rimmed both of them, and fucked both of them!" When I heard how much sex Jon had had with them, I felt like I'd been hit by a mack truck! I almost couldn't breathe. "H-HOW MANY TIMES did you have sex with them?" I finally managed to cry, horrorified at the thought. "NO!" Jon cried instantly, alarmed. Quickly he said, "It was only the one time! I swear! I just gave them each a little, then I taught Vincent how to take it up the ass! He came real quick, so I finished up in Alex! As soon as it was over, I realized what a collosal mistake I'd made, I got dressed and left! And that was it! I never did anything more with either of them, and I told Alex that it could never happen again!" I suppose that while it wasn't as bad as I had imagined it had been when he said how much sex he'd had with them, I still felt awful. As he looked at me, I couldn't hold back anymore. A tear finally overflowed from my right eye and ran down my face. To his credit, Jon seemed utterly upset too and appeared on the verge of tears as he looked at me. "Fuck!" he cried angrily, sounding like he was choking. He looked at me with an anguished look on his face, then added in a softer, whining tone "I'm so fucking sorry Ryan! I never meant to hurt you! I love you with all my heart! All I want is to take it all back and start over! Fuck! I wish I'd never gone home!" He started sobbing then. A moment later he jumped up and ran out the door. I wasn't able to do anything but tip over on my bed, pull my pillow over and curl up hugging it to me. Then, I finally let go and cried miserably for a while. * * * After a while, I'd finally cried myself out. I just laid there, as if in a daze, trying not to think anymore. It didn't work though. I kept replaying portions of our conversation. Then, I'd get upset and sniffle a little again. Once or twice, I even wondered where Jon had gone, and what he was doing. I hoped he was crying somewhere too. Then, because I couldn't help myself from loving him, I took it back, and hoped he wasn't hurting too much. A moment later, I'd be pissed off at myself for feeling any pity for him. My head was filled with whirling emotions, and complete confusion about what to do. As I laid there in turmoil, the little lights on the Christmas tree continued cheerfully twinkling. Finally, wishing I hadn't bothered to decorate for Christmas, I got up and turned off the tree. I sat on the edge of the bed then, as darkness set in outside, and tried to decide what to do next. I didn't know where Jon was, or when, or even if he was coming back. And I had no idea what I would do when and if he did indeed come back. I was furious with him for what he'd done, yet I still loved him, and was worried about him. This of course made me furious with myself too! As I sat there, trying to make some sense of what had happened, and figure out what to do, the phone rang. I felt a flash of fear shoot through me, and my adrenaline started pumping. It had to be Jon. Should I answer it, or not? Since I couldn't decide, I let it ring until the answering machine picked up. It felt like an electrical shock zapping me when our combined message came on, and I heard Jon's voice, along with mine, and we sounded so happy together. When the message ended, after the beep, I was again shocked to hear Alex's voice, as he started to leave a message. "Jon! Please! If you're there, pick up! We're worried about you!" he said. There was silence for a moment, then he said, "Ryan! You pick up if you're there too please!" Jolted to hear Alex speaking to me, then waiting to see if I was there, I didn't know what else to do, so I reached for the phone and picked it up. When I held it to my ear, I could hear the boy's breathing in the earpiece. I was suddenly sorry I'd picked it up, as I had no idea what to say to him. As a result, I remained silent. "Jon?" Alex said. I hesitated, but finally said, "No." "Oh... Ryan! Hi! Um... is Jon there please?" Alex asked. "No," I said again. "Well... did he get there alright?" Alex asked. I hated how concerned he sounded. He sounded just like I would if I were in his situation - wondering if Jon had arrived somewhere safely. "Yes," I said. "Oh Good!" he said, sounding relieved. Then he hesitated and added, "Um... he never called me back... did you give him my message? Is everything alright?" I didn't know what to say. Finally, I decided he might as well know what was going on. I was sure he'd find out soon enough anyway. So I said, "I gave him your message. You may as well know though that he's told me about what happened between the two of you and your boyfriend on Friday." I heard Alex's breath catch in a nearly silent gasp, which was followed by dead silence. After a moment, I heard him let out his breath and he said very softly, in a guilty tone, "Oh!" Neither of us spoke then. After a moment, Alex must've gathered his thoughts, because he started talking. "I'm sorry Ryan!" he said. "You need to listen to me. I don't want to hurt you more than I already have, but you need to know that what happened wasn't Jon's fault! Everything was MY fault! He didn't want to do anything ... um... I kinda made it impossible for him not to - so please - don't blame him! He loves you SO much! He's been in terrible shape ever since it happened! Um... that's kinda why I'm calling - to see if everything's OK!" I was surprised he said all that, and had no idea how to respond to it, so I just said nothing. Finally, as I was about to tell him it was very noble of him to say all that, he spoke again. "Fuck!" he cried, just like Jon does at times. "Ryan please! Don't blame Jon for anything! And don't break up with him! He really loves you! And he needs you! I promise I'll never do anything like that again! And even if I tried to, Jon's been clear, he won't let anything happen!" I was surprised by the boy's attitude, and was surprised to hear that Jon supposedly had said anything like that. Maybe he was really upset about it afterall. I had a thought then... "Do you love Jon yet?" I asked. "Of course I do!" Alex answered instantly, and with conviction. Quickly he added though, "But we talked about it, and I understand now that it's not boyfriend love - I just love him like we're brothers! I still want me and him to be that way, but I promise, I'm not trying to take him away from you Ryan! I want you two to be together! He loves you so much! Here - talk to Vincent, he'll tell you I mean it!" "Uh... What're ya doin' Alex? I don't even know him!" I heard another boy saying in the background. "I don't know him either, but Jon's in love with him and you heard my half the conversation! Talk to him! He probably won't believe me cause I caused all this mess, but you only went along for the ride, so maybe he'll believe you!" Alex said, in a muffled tone, as if he was trying, unsuccessfully, to cover the phone's mouthpiece. I found their exchange mildly interesting. "Umm... Ryan?" the other boy, apparently Vincent, asked, as he came on the phone. "Yes?" I said. "It's Vincent, Alex's boyfriend... um... look, I heard about you finding out about what we did when Jon was here. Uh... listen, I'm sorry man! I really am! We had no right to do what we did, I mean Alex was so horned up wanting us to all be together, he nearly raped the poor guy to convince him to join us! He really didn't want to do it, but... well... we made it so he didn't have a choice, and I'm really sorry!" Vincent said. "I see," I said, wondering if I dared believe what they were saying was true, and... if it was... would it make a difference. "Listen," Vincent said. "You don't know me at all, but I'm in love with Alex. And when I heard about Jon and his relationship, I felt hurt and nervous about it. I gotta tell you though, your man loves you! I know he loves Alex, but seriously, it's not the same way I love Alex, or how he loves you! I could see that he really only thinks of Alex as if they're brothers. Jon's a great guy - in fact, because Alex and I are together, he even started to treat me like I was his kid brother too. It's the way he wants it, and honestly, I believe that now that Alex gets it, it's what Alex wants too - so... I got over the jealousy I was feeling, and it's turned out OK! Really! And, Ryan, I mean this! I KNOW that Jon's head over heels for you! And not just in a brotherly way. You should've seen how he moped around all weekend, dying to get back to you, and at the same time, terrified about telling you about us. He really loves you man! You can't give up on him!" "He was going to tell me about what happened?" I asked, surprised to hear this. "Yeah, he said even though you guys had only been together a few weeks, and hadn't ever said anything about being exclusive with one another, it's what he wanted, and that he didn't want there to be any secrets between you and him, otherwise what kind of relationship would it be. He just was afraid you wouldn't believe he wasn't gonna ever do anything with Alex and me again. He swore you were the only guy he'd ever love or ever want to be with! So he was gonna tell you all this when he got back and beg for your forgiveness, and ask you to be monogamous with him," Vincent said. "Really?" I said, genuinely surprised, and feeling a spark of hope suddenly. "Really!" Vincent said. "I know I have no right to talk this way to you, but I'm going to anyway - if you turn away from him Ryan - you're a real fool! The man is hopelessly devoted to you, and regardless of what it would do to you if you dumped him, it would destroy him! So, PLEASE - don't let what happened in just a few minutes on Friday, when he wasn't allowed to think straight, ruin the great thing you two are building with each other!" I was truly surprised by the boy's speech. I'd been wondering if mayber Jon had called them and asked them to call me and try to fix things. Regardless of if he had or not, I could tell by the passionate way Vincent spoke about it, that he wasn't lying to me about his view of things. I suddenly felt quite a bit better than I had before - although - not entirely. "Thanks for telling me all this Vincent," I said, allowing myself to smile just a little finally. "You're welcome. But Ryan - please - don't trash a great thing you've got with him! From what I can see - he's worth hanging onto! And, I promise, me and Alex'll be hand's off from now on!" Vincent said. "Thanks Vincent. I better go now," I said. "OK, but... you're gonna be OK with Jon right?" Vincent asked. "We have a lot of talking to do right now," I said, non-committally. "OK, Just remember he really loves you!... And, please ask him to call us later, OK?" he asked, hopefully. "I'll give him the message," I said. "G'bye." "Bye," Vincent said. I hung up the phone then, and sat replaying everything Alex and Vincent had said. I realized there was a good possibility that Jon had called them and asked them to call me and say all that, but... Alex had sounded too concerned about Jon's safety at first. I didn't think he would be that good an actor to sound so concerned about Jon arriving at the school OK, if he knew he had. So... I began to feel that the call was genuine. Also, regardless of whether it was or not, there were two points I thought of as I considered it all. First, both boys seemed sincere that they wanted Jon and me to be together. Clearly they both cared about him - probably loved him - at least I'm sure Alex did. But... if either of them wanted Jon for themselves, I realized they wouldn't have sounded so convincing about Jon's feelings for me, and the fact that they wanted us to be together. If Alex, or even both of them wanted him for themselves, they'd never even say any of that! My heart began to feel even lighter suddenly. Then, there was the fact that even in Jon did ask the boys to call me - it would mean that he did truly care and want to be with me - or he wouldn't be trying to fix things! One last thought I had was about something Vincent said. He mentioned that Jon and I had been together only a few weeks, and that we hadn't ever talked about being exclusively just with each other. I realized that until we did speak about that with each other, I really had no complete claim on him, and he was free to be with whoever he wanted to be with really! This was a little unsettling when I first thought about it and realized it, but then, Vincent had said that Jon had planned to tell me everything on his own, apologize and beg me to forgive him and give us the chance to be together yet. And... Jon was going to commit to me! He wanted us to be monogamous with one another! Suddenly, I realized that although Jon had slipped and been intimate with Alex and Vincent, I had no right to ask him not to be. And in addition to that, he had figured out on his own that he didn't want to be - that he only wanted to be with me! In reality - although his actions initially nearly destroyed me, when I looked at it differently, I suddenly saw that it was actually a good thing, because Jon had realized he wanted ONLY me! I knew then that he did truly love me, and only me in a romantic way! And I knew I wanted him the same way! "Fuck!" I cried, my eyes opening wide. "Oh!!! Where is heeee??? We SO need to talk some more!!!" I looked around the room a moment. What for, I wasn't sure. Suddenly I spied Jon's jacket on the floor. "Maybe he's still in the building!" I thought, smiling. "I bet he's with Steve and 'Bigot Boy'! Of course... he was upset and just ran off..." I hoped he wasn't wandering around in the cold without a coat! Quickly I got up and grabbed Jon's jacket. I grabbed my own off my bed. As I did, my eyes passed over the dark Christmas tree. I paused when I saw it. Then, smiling, I leaned over and turned its lights back on. "Maybe it'll be a good Christmas afterall," I thought, smiling hopefully. I spun around then and headed out the door. * * * Quickly I checked the lounge at the end of the hall where we often sat with some of the other students when we weren't holed up in our room having our own fun. He wasn't there, so I set off down to Steve and Jared's room. When I knocked on the door of Steve and Jared's room, Jared hollered, "if that's you again, get lost!" "Oh shut up!" I heard Steve say, then he cried loudly, "C'mon in." I opened the door and stepped in. Steve was sitting on his bed watching TV. Jared was just coming out of the bathroom, holding a can of beer against his jaw. I could see it looked swollen and discolored. "What happened to you?" I asked, surprised. Jared dropped the can of beer and I saw that it looked worse than I'd thought it would. "Your faggot boyfriend did this to me, because I called you a fruitcake you little fairy!" he sneered I was so emotionally drained by what Jon and I'd been going through that I really didn't need his shit! Furious, I stared at the asshole for a minute, then as if it was possessed by a demon all its own, my hand suddenly flew up and I slapped him hard across the face, right in the same spot Jon had apparently hit him. He screamed in pain and reeled back against the bathroom door jamb. Out of the corner of my eye I saw, Steve's mouth drop open and his eyes widen in utter shock. "So Jon was here?" I asked him. He shook his head, and said, "He only stayed a few minutes, then left." "Any idea where he was going?" I asked. Steve shook his head no. Jared suddenly lunged at me, but I saw him coming, and shocked myself by dropping our jackets and forming two fists and glaring at him. Seeing me preparing to defend myself stopped him in his tracks! "COME ON THEN YOU BASTARD!" I bellowed. Jared stared at me shocked, and looking a little scared as well. "Might've known you didn't have it in you!" I said. I picked up our jackets, spun around around and left. * * * Jon wasn't in the main lobby of our dorm building either. I realized he must've left the building if he wasn't in any of the spots I looked, so I set off for the Student Union, hoping he'd gotten hungry and gone there. He wasn't there either. Beginning to get worried, I headed to the last spot I could think of - the library. Jon liked to hide out in the cubicles in back when he needed to do heavy research in the stacks. I prayed he was there! When I reached the back of the mainfloor I squatted down and looked at the feet resting on the floor beneath the cubicles, and heaved a sigh of relief when I saw Jon's sneakers beneath the far corner cubicle. Jon looked shocked when he looked up and saw me suddenly standing over him, holding his jacket in my hand. "You forgot this," I said. "Don't you know you're not supposed to go out in the snow without your jacket?" I smiled nervously at him, which caused him to look confused. I could see he had been crying. "C'mon," I said, holding his jacket out to him. "We need to go talk." Jon just stared at me, still surprised, and uncertain. Slowly he got up though and followed me silently out of the library. Silently, we walked next to each other, toward our dorm. Suddenly, as I saw the Student Union, I felt my stomach grumble and realized I hadn't eaten. "C'mon, we just have enough time to grab some food before they close!" I said, and turned toward the Student Union. Jon followed me, glancing frequently at me. "Not much left fellas," the cafeteria lady said. "What can we still get?" I asked. "Pizza's all gone, too late to grill. The fryer's going yet though," she said. "Can we get four dozen wings, and two double orders of fries?" I asked, hopefully. "Sure Sweetheart, we can do that!" she said, and she went to cook the order. Jon just stared at me wonderingly as I walked to the cooler and pulled out a two liter of Fanta. "What's going on?" he asked, finally, as I joined him. "Let's wait till we're back to our room!" I said. "I-it's still 'our room' then?" he asked, looking both surprised and scared. "Yeah, it's still 'our room'," I said. "Just... let's not talk til we get there, OK?" "OK," he said. He kept on looking nervously at me though, obviously confused. A couple minutes later, our order was ready. As I paid for it, Jon pulled out his wallet to give me some money too. "I got it!" I said, and I quickly handed the lady some money. "What's the breakfast special tomorrow?" I asked her as she gave me change. "Pancakes," she said, smiling. "Cool!" I said, smiling. I turned and handed Jon the soda then. Silently, he took it. I picked up the food, and headed for the door with Jon following me. * * * When we got back to our room, Jon looked submissively at me, as if asking my permission to take off his jacket. "You'll catch a cold if you leave that on inside," I said, after a minute. "It's warm enough in here!" As he took his jacket off, he said, "You turned the tree back on." I looked at him, and said, "You knew it had been off?" He nodded. I wondered where he'd been when he saw that. Maybe he'd driven off campus for a while, and noticed from the parking lot. We both looked at each other for a moment. I could see how uncertain he looked. "So..." he started to say. "Listen," I interrupted. "I need to say something." Jon looked at me and nodded. "Um... let's sit down," I said. Tentatively he sat down on the edge of his bed. I sat down on mine facing him. He looked at me, but couldn't maintain his focus on my eyes, and had a guilty look on his face. "Obviously, I've had some time to think about things," I said. "With a little help from a couple people I spoke with, I've come to certain conclusions that actually surprised me once I thought about them." Jon looked up at my eyes when I mentioned having talked to 'a couple people'. I expect he wondered WHO it was I'd talked with. "I don't want to dwell on this, but, you need to know that initially, I was really hurt that you'd had sex with Alex and Vincent," I said. Jon suddenly looked distressed, and tears welled in his eyes again. This confirmed again that he did really care, and understood. "Wait!" I said, reaching over and touching his knee, as he looked down. "Don't get upset. Hear me out completely!" He looked back up at me. He looked upset yet, but also confused. "Like I said, I thought a lot, and well, you'll find out eventually... Alex and Vincent called looking for you, and we had a talk," I said. Jon's eyes turned to saucers when I mentioned the boys' call. "The long and the short of it is, I see things differently than I did when I first found out what happened," I said. "First of all, I realize now that I really shouldn't have expected you to only be with me, since really we'd only been together for a few weeks, and also - we never made any pledge of absolute fidelity to each other. So I really had no right to ask or expect you to be celibate unless you were with me!" Jon was staring incredulously at me. As I paused a moment, he started to open his mouth to say something, but I said, "No! Please let me finish before you speak!" Jon looked ready to burst, as if he had something important to say, but, I continued. "The other thing that convinced me that I was making more of this than I should've was when the boys spoke with me," I said. "Both of them fell all over themselves trying to apologize for 'nearly raping' you. They made me understand in no uncertain terms that basically they didn't give you any choice. Moreover, they told me how upset you were afterward, and of your conversations with them about your relationship with them, vs. with me. After hearing all that, I realized that while you do still love Alex, and even maybe Vincent now too, that it truly is only as brothers. And they were adament that that is the only love they feel for you! They also told me how upset you were about what happened, because you hadn't been faithful to me, and that you intended to tell me all about it, and ask for my forgiveness. Well, after considering everything, I realized that I was in fact making much more of what happened than I should have, and I realized I do believe what you, and the boys, say about how much you do love me. So... after thinking it all through, I've decided that there isn't anything to forgive, and I want to apologize for making you feel like there was. I also want you to know that I do still love you - with all my heart! And I hope and pray that after all this you still feel the same about me, and still want to be with me!" As I looked at Jon, he stared at me with and incredulous look on his face, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. At the same time, his lips began to tremble, and his eyes flooded with tears. "I - " he started to say, but suddenly stopped, as a couple tears broke from his eyes and ran down his face. "I don't deserve to have you anymore!" he said, frantically wiping his tears away. "I do love you though - more than anyone in the world Ryan - and if you're willing to forgive me - and really still want to be with me, that's all I can ask for!" I felt my own eyes smarting, and smiled as he snuffled and wiped his face, still looking incredulously at me. "Like I said," I said, smiling. "There's nothing to forgive, and yes, I still want to be with you." Half crying, half smiling, Jon fell on his knees, between my feet and threw his arms around me. He squeezed me tightly then, and said "I love you so much Ryan, and I'm so sorry for hurting you in any way. I promise I'll never do anything to hurt you ever again!" He buried his face against my belly then, and squeezed me. I could feel his body trembling, and knew he was weeping. I only hoped it was tears of relief and happiness. I wrapped my arms around Jon's shoulders and hugged him as he wept for a couple minutes. When he finally stopped shaking, he didn't let go, but continued holding me. "It's alright," I said, rubbing his back. "I understand now." Jon just squeezed me tighter... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------- Jon's Story continues... I couldn't believe it when I looked up and saw Ryan standing next to me holding my jacket! I don't know how long I'd been in the library by then, and I had no idea was I was going to do, but I never expected him to com looking for me! "You forgot this," he said. "Don't you know you're not supposed to go out in the snow without your jacket?" I felt unnerved, because he seemed to have reverted back to normal - to the way we were before vacation, as if nothing had happened. Had I fallen asleep studying? Had it all been a bad dream - no - a nightmare? I looked around me confused and saw that I hadn't been studying anything - I had no books or papers. I looked back up at Ryan and he was smiling at me, although he looked a little nervous. "C'mon," he said, holding my jacket out. "We need to go talk." I stared at him, surprised, and confused. I didn't know what else to do, so I finally got up, took my jacket from him, and followed him out of the library. Neither of us spoke as we walked through the snow toward our dorm. There had to be at least 8" of it on the ground already, and it was still coming down hard. I looked at my watch and saw that it was quarter of nine already. "C'mon, we just have enough time to grab some food before they close!" Ryan said, and turned toward the Student Union. I followed him, glancing at him, wondering why he had changed - why he seemed so relaxed and confident, when only a couple hours ago, he'd been sobbing uncontrollably because of what I'd done. "Not much left fellas," the lady behind the counter said, when we walked into the cafeteria. "What can we still get?" Ryan asked. I wondered how he could feel hungry at all. My stomach was still in knots. "Pizza's all gone, too late to grill. The fryer's going yet though," she said. "Can we get four dozen wings, and two double orders of fries?" Ryan asked, hopefully. "Sure Sweetheart, we can do that!" the lady said. She stepped away then to cook the food. I watched as Ryan went over and pulled a two liter of orange soda from the cooler. Completely floored by this turn of events, I looked at Ryan when he walked back over to me and said, "What's going on?" "Let's wait till we're back to our room!" he said. "I-it's still 'our room' then?" I asked, not daring to hope he really meant it. "Yeah, it's still 'our room'," he said. "Just... let's not talk til we get there, OK?" "OK," I said. Maybe he only meant that it was still 'our room' for the moment, and he'd decided to be civil during our split. Or... could he really mean he still wanted me to live with him? I was completely confused at this point. A couple minutes later, our order was ready. I reached for my wallet to pay for it, but Ryan wouldn't let me. "I got it!" he said, and handed the lady some money. "What's the breakfast special tomorrow?" he asked her as she gave him his change. "Pancakes," she said, smiling. "Cool!" he said, smiling. He was acting as if nothing had happened. I just didn't get it. He turned then, and handed me the soda, picked up the food, and headed for the door. I stared after him a moment wondering what had come over him. As he reached the door though, I hurried to catch up with him. * * * When we got back to our room, I didn't know whether he really wanted me there or not. I didn't know if I should take off my jacket or leave it on, in case I decided to leave again. "You'll catch a cold if you leave that on inside," he said, looking at me. "It's warm enough in here to take it off!" Uncertainly, I took my jacket off and tossed it down on my things, which were still on the floor by my bed. I realized then, that Ryan's little Christmas tree was lit again. "You turned the tree back on," I said, surprised. "You knew it had been off?" he asked looking strangely at me. I nodded, but didn't explain about seeing it go out as I sat in my car earlier. We both looked at each other a little uncertainly then for a minute. Finally, I just had to know what was going on. "So - " I began. "Listen," Ryan interrupted. "I need to say something." I looked at him with my mouth still open a second, then I closed my mouth and nodded. "Let's sit down," he said. Feeling nervous about what he was going to tell me, I sat down on my bed. He sat down on the edge of his, facing me. We looked at me each other, but after a minute, I felt guilty, and couldn't look at him any longer, and looked away. "Obviously, I've had some time to think about things," he began. "With a little help from a couple people I spoke with, I've come to certain conclusions that actually surprised me once I thought about them." He'd talked to someone about it? Who? I wondered. Surprised, and wishing he hadn't told anyone, but knowing I had no right to think anything he did after the fact was bad, I looked up at him. "I don't want to dwell on this," he said. "But, you need to know that initially, I was really hurt that you'd had sex with Alex and Vincent!" "No kidding! I thought, as I felt tears smarting in my eyes suddenly. "Wait!" he said, as if to keep me from saying something. I was surprised when he reached over and touched my knee. When I looked up, he said, "Don't get upset. Hear me out completely!" I looked back at him completely confused. How was I supposed to feel? "Like I said, I thought a lot, and well, you'll find out eventually... Alex and Vincent called looking for you, and we had a talk," I said. So it was the boys he'd talked with, I said, at first feeling relieved that he hadn't told someone else. Suddenly though I was very nervous about what they may have said to him. I stared at him, searching his face to see if I could tell where he was going with this. "The long and the short of it is, I see things differently than I did when I first found out what happened," he said. "First of all, I realize now that I really shouldn't have expected you to only be with me, since really we'd only been together for a few weeks, and also - we never made any pledge of absolute fidelity to each other. So I really had no right to ask or expect you to be celibate unless you were with me!" I was completely stunned. This wasn't what I had been expecting him to say. As I opened my mouth to reply, Ryan said, "No! Please let me finish before you speak!" I so wanted to tell him he was wrong! But, since it was me who'd hurt him so, I decided to honor his wishes and let him finish before I said what I had to say. "The other thing that convinced me that I was making more of this than I should've was when the boys spoke with me," he said. "Both of them fell all over themselves trying to apologize for 'nearly raping' you. They made me understand in no uncertain terms that basically they didn't give you any choice. Moreover, they told me how upset you were afterward, and of your conversations with them about your relationship with them, vs. with me. After hearing all that, I realized that while you do still love Alex, and even maybe Vincent now too, that it truly is only as brothers. And they were adament that that is the only love they feel for you! They also told me how upset you were about what happened, because you hadn't been faithful to me, and that you intended to tell me all about it, and ask for my forgiveness. Well, after considering everything, I realized that I was in fact making much more of what happened than I should have, and I realized I do believe what you, and the boys, say about how much you do love me. So... after thinking it all through, I've decided that there isn't anything to forgive, and I want to apologize for making you feel like there was. I also want you to know that I do still love you - with all my heart! And I hope and pray that after all this you still feel the same about me, and still want to be with me!" All I could do was stare at Ryan. I was in complete shock. After all that I'd done, he was choosing to ignore it all and still wanted me! I was such a fucking loser! How could he feel that way? As I looked at him in disbelief, I felt tears flooding my eyes, and my lower jaw began to tremble. "I - " I started to say, but had to stop when a couple tears suddenly leaked from my eyes and ran down my cheeks. "I don't deserve to have you anymore!" I said, finally, as I wiped my tears away. "But - I do love you Ryan - more than anyone in the world - and if you're willing to forgive me - and really still want to be with me, that's all I can ask from you!" As I struggled to keep from crying, I noticed tears appearing in Ryan's eyes as well. "Like I said," he said, smiling broadly at me. "There's nothing to forgive, and yes, I still want to be with you." When he said that I lost it and began sobbing. I don't know if it was with relief, joy, or what. I couldn't speak though. All I knew was I needed to hold Ryan. I dropped down on my knees and put my arms around him, and hugged him tightly. After a moment, I was able to speak again, and I said "I love you so much Ryan, and I'm so sorry for hurting you in any way. I promise I'll never do anything to hurt you ever again!" I pressed my face up against his torso then and hugged him even tighter, as my tears continued flowing. I felt Ryan wrap his arms around me then too and he hugged me as well, while I cried. When I finally got hold of myself, neither of us let go of the other. After a minute, rubbing my back lightly he said, "It's alright. I understand now." All I could do, as I wept anew was hug Ryan still tighter. * * * Finally, after a few minutes, I was able to let go of Ryan. He smiled down at me and said, "I just want to forget about the last few hours and start fresh, if that's OK with you!" Smiling a little disbelievingly yet, I nodded, as I wiped my eyes. "Good," he said softly, "then, now that everything's settled, how would you like to say Hello the way I meant for us to say Hello?" I could see the bulge in Ryan's crotch as he stood up. He stepped over to the stereo and turned it on. Christmas music filled the room again. Slowly and seductively, Ryan unbuttoned and slipped out of his shirt, as I sat watching, smiling, still incredulous that my incredible boyfriend was willing to forgive and forget and start over. Quickly, I pulled my shirt and T-shirt off, as Ryan began unbuckling his belt buckle. We both kicked our shoes off, and reached down and pulled our socks off, then Ryan opened his jeans, as I quickly unbuckled my belt. He waited until I caught up with him and then together we both pulled our jeans and boxers down and pulled them off over our feet. As we stood up, I stared incredulously at Ryan's dick. He'd tied a red ribbon around the middle of his shaft, as if it was a present for me! "I LOVE IT!" I cried, grinning and reaching for it. "Uh, uh, uh, not quite..." He said. I looked at him and he was grinning and holding his sprig of mistletoe over his head. Grinning, I stepped over to him and pulled him into my arms. As I pulled him to me, our penises met and both pressed upward, as our abdomens came together. The edges of the ribbon on Ryan's dick felt jagged and rough against my skin. I didn't care. As I looked deep into Ryan's eyes, I saw nothing but love emanating from them. Suddenly, I felt a pang of guilt again, just as I was about to kiss him. "Ryan," I said. "I just have to say once more... I love you, and only you, with all my heart! And I promise you I always will love you, and only you, and that I'll never let anyone come between us, in anyway, ever again!" Ryan smiled happily, and said, "I believe you Jon, and I trust you. And I feel the same way about you! Now please, let's drop it, and not let it take up any more of our time!" He leaned toward me and our lips came together. This time, we shared the most gentle, sensual, and longest kiss I ever remembered us having. By the time we parted, we were both breathing heavily, and both our dicks were leaking pre-cum. "Let me have that mistletoe," I said, grinning at Ryan. Looking at me questioningly, he handed it to me. Quickly I dropped to my knees in front of him, and held it over his rigid penis. He grinned down at me, as I untied the bow on the ribbon and tossed it aside. Then, I tossed the mistletoe aside too and engulfed as much of his cock with my mouth as I could. As my tongue slid past the moist tip of his dick, and down the length of it, I tasted the salty tanginess of his juice. Instantly my own cock throbbed and leaked more pre-cum as well. "Mmmmmm...." Ryan moaned happily as I began sliding my mouth up and down his stiff member. He spread his legs apart slightly, as my hand explored his testicles, and then began tracing the crease between his ass cheeks. Smiling, I let the middle finger of my right hand slide gently between his buttocks, until the tip of it poked at his anus, which I began gently massaging, which ellicited still more moans of pleasure! I stopped just long enough to say, "Why don't you lie down and get comfortable. Grinning, he spun around and ripped his comforter, blankets and top sheet down to the foot of his bed. As he did, he necessarily had to bend forward. When he did, I dove for him and jammed my face between his ass cheeks, and began deftly licking his anus, causing a groan of joy from deep in his throat. Although Ryan's ass tasted and smelled clean, and I would've liked to continue eating him out, I wanted him to lie down so he was comfortable, and I could take my time and give him the best oral sex and rim job he'd ever had. "Turn around and lie down already!" I said, as he looked back at me when I stopped. Grinning he spun around again and laid down, with his head on the pillow, and his legs spread apart. I got on the bed between his knees and leaned over and took his penis in my mouth again, and slid my middle finger up to his rosebud and began massaging it again. Ryan closed his eyes then and laid back and let me go to work on him! Then, for a while, while "Silent Night" played on the stereo, I sucked up and down Ryan's cock and fondled his balls with my left hand, as my middle finger of my right hand tickled his tight pucker. I had to chuckle though when I thought about it - it really wasn't such a "silent" night in our room with all the moaning Ryan was doing! When the song ended, and "Hark the Herald Angels Sing" came on, I spit out Ryan's dick, and hoisted his knees up to his chest and pushed them apart, fully exposing Ryan's tight little hole, which I again dove on. "OOHhhhhhh!!!" Ryan cried out, as I began gently tongue fucking him. At the same time, I reached up and began masturbating him as well. Within several seconds, Ryan was groaning and flopping around ecstatically under me. When the song changed again, I abandoned Ryan's ass, and pulled his legs back down, then dove back onto his cock. At the same time, I slid my finger between his cheeks again, only this time I didn't stop to just massage his hole, this time I let my finger slide up inside him. He moaned joyously a moment later when I encountered his prostate gland and began rubbing it as I pistoned my mouth up and down his organ. Within seconds, Ryan was groaning and thrashing about uncontrollably, as I sucked him off and finger-fucked him. Suddenly, he gasped and groaned, and I felt his anus contracting around my finger, as my mouth began flooding with his goodness. Quickly I swallowed, and continued working on him. "Uohmmm...." he groaned a second later, as again he clamped my finger and saltiness flowed from his dick. As I kept on sucking on him, and finger fucking him, Ryan squirmed and moaned, and spasmed periodically with joy. Eventually though, after about 5 or 6 ejaculations, Ryan's orgasm ended. Slowly, I pulled my finger from inside him, and slid my mouth off him, making sure to suck his cock clean and dry. "God Damn!" he gasped, panting for breath as I sat looking down at him. I chuckled then as I realized the song that had been playing was "O Come All Ye Faithful"! "What's so funny?" he asked. He roared when I told him. As he finished laughing, he reached over and pulled me down next to him. "Give me a minute to catch my breath, and I'll do you!" he said. "You don't have to," I said, feeling a little guilty yet. Ryan looked at me and said, "It's over! And you're just as important as I am! So stop your shit!" I smiled slightly at him. "Besides, I want you to fuck me instead!" he said, grinning. I grinned in return and said, "I guess we can do that!" "Good!" he said, snuggling up to me. I wrapped my arm around him and hugged him to me. A few minutes later, Ryan smiled and said, "OK, grease up!" Grinning, I rolled over and reached in the drawer for a tube of KY. As I did, Ryan rolled onto his belly and pulled his pillow under his pelvis. "No!" I said, touching his shoulder. He looked at me confused. "Lay on your back this time!" I said. Ryan looked curiously at me, but laid back down on his back and watched as I greased my dick up. Within seconds, I was in position between his legs, which he'd pulled up and spread apart. I aimed my penis at his hole, and slowly began pressing forward. "Awwwww...." Ryan moaned happily, as the head of my dick forced his anus open wide and began to enter him. "Mmmmm...." I groaned, as I felt my shaft sliding though Ryan's circular muscle, and into his warm, snug, love tunnel. He smiled up at me, and breathed out forcefully through his nose as I pressed myself deeper into him. "Mmmmm..." he moaned, closing his eyes and smiling, as my penis became fully embedded in his rectum, and my body pressed up against his ass. Carefully I repositioned myself then, so that my arms were hugging Ryan's sides, and I was leaning over him, so our faces were only inches apart, and my manhood was stuffed completely inside him. Ryan opened his eyes then and looked up at me and smiled. I smiled in return, then leaned in and gently kissed him on the lips. He opened his and my tongue snaked inbetween his teeth and began twirling around his, which he extended toward my mouth. At the same time, I began slowly pulling my hips upward, sliding back out of him. A moment later, I felt the vibration through my teeth and jawbone as Ryan moaned passionately, as I pushed my cock slowly back up into his bowels. We continued kissing, both breathing heavily through our noses, as slowly I long-dicked Ryan, and he moaned with pleasure at each of my inward strokes, when the head of my cock rubbed past his prostate. Ryan and I had never kissed throughout our love making before, and almost always, he was on his stomach, and I was fucking him from behind. I found this "new" missionary position which allowed us to love each other's mouths at the same time I made love to Ryan's asshole extremely provocative and arousing. I thought Ryan seemed equally as worked up about it as I did as well. We continued kissing, making love to each other's tongues the entire time I fucked Ryan. Even as I sped up a little eventually, because my orgasm was building, and my body would no longer let me hold back! As I held Ryan in my arms and we deep throated each other, I began thrusting in and out of him more firmly, and quickly. We both began breathing even more rapidly and strongly through our noses, and I felt him tighten his grip around me. I also became aware that each time my pelvis smacked into his ass, that his dick, which was hard as rock rubbed against my lower abdomen, which I assumed was causing him great pleasure, as every so often, I felt his sphincter grip my penis, then release it, as his muscles contracted and relaxed. Obviously his orgasm was building too - just as mine was. After a while, I felt Ryan's ass begin to move about a little under me. He appeared to be trying to hump against me. His arms tightened around me, and his kissing became more frantic. I also felt his asshole clamping my dick more often. I began slamming my cock in and out of his hole then, roughly raking the head of it over and over his prostate. As I felt my orgasm swiftly approaching, Ryan began whimpering in a frantic way, and his hips began rocking faster. I knew he was about to cum! I almost laughed when I heard the "Hallelujah Chorus" begin playing in the background! How fucking appropriate was that? Suddenly, Ryan groaned loudly, and squeezed me tightly with his arms. His asshole clamped my cock tightly, as he froze for a split second. Then I felt warm stickiness all over my belly. Ryan had ejaculated a huge load of semen between our bodies! Realizing his orgasm had begun, caused my own to start as well. With a groan, I suddenly shoved my self deep inside Ryan, and stopped for a split second, while I too ejaculated deep inside him. "Mmmmmmmm...." I felt the vibration of Ryan's pleasureful moan, as again he shot a load of cum at my stomach, clamping my cock at the same time. "unnnnnnnnhhh..." I groaned, blowing more of my own spunk into his rectum. Right through our orgasm, we both clutched frantically at each other, and continued giving each other tonsilectomies, as I fucked swiftly in and out of his love tunnel, and we each spasmed repeatedly with joy. By the time our orgasms ended, my cock was sloshing in and out of Ryan's wet, stretched out hole, and both our stomachs were streaked and splattered with smears of his jism. We were both breathing furiously through our noses, trying to catch our breath. As my spasms ended, I finally pulled my mouth away from Ryan's and the two of us gasped for air, and panted through our open mouths, which formed into smiles as we looked into each other's eyes, both incredulous over how awesome an experience we'd just shared. I'd never in my life experienced such a deep connection with another human being. What we had just shared was so raw, base, and full of unbridled passion, that I was in awe of it. From the look in Ryan's eyes, I could see he felt the same way. As we lay in each other's arms, with my dick buried deep inside Ryan, and my stomach sliding around on his, because of all his semen that was smeared between us, we looked into each other's eyes, and I could seee the love he felt for me. Tears welled in my eyes as I smiled down at him, and saw that he too looked ready to cry. "I've never felt so much love for anyone, as I do at this very moment," I said softly, as "It Came Upon A Midnight Clear" began playing in the background. Ryan smiled more broadly and began blinking back his tears then, as I felt my own eyes smarting and I grinned back at him. "I love you so much Jon!" he said, swallowing and sniffing. "I love you just as much too Ry!" I said, still grinning, and sniffing a little myself. I leaned in then and kissed Ryan again, more tenderly this time. As the song ended, I heard Ryan's stomach growl with hunger. I pulled away and chuckled. I realized I was hungry too then. My dick was soft by then too. "I suppose we should get cleaned up, then dig into those wings!" I said, smiling. "Yeah!" Ryan said, grinning. "I'm starving!" "Glad you thought to stop and get them!" I said, as I gently pulled my dick out of his ass, and crawled off him. "Yup! How 'bout we shower first though?" he said, surveying our torsos that were both smeared with his sperm. "Excellent plan!" I said. Together, we headed for the bathroom then. We were both so happy, and so satisfied with our encounter, that while we lovingly washed each other, neither of us intentionally tried to arouse the other, and neither of us got more than a semi-hardon going as a result. "c'mon, let's eat!" Ryan said, wrapping a towel around him, and heading back into our room. I wrapped a towel around myself and followed him. * * * Ryan giggled and said, "We took so long it's all ice cold! Thank God we got that toaster oven for times like this!" He began stuffing the toaster oven full of wings and fries, as I got the bleu cheese dressing, ketchup and jug of orange soda out of the refrigerator. "Too bad we don't have any beer to go with this instead," I said. "Um... Don't suppose you'd care to get dressed and run down to Steve and Jared's room and buy a couple cans from them? I-I'd offer to go, but, I kinda had a run-in with Jared, and I'm probably persona non-gratta down there at the moment!" "So I saw!" Ryan said, laughing. "You went down there after I was there?" I said, feeling a twinge of guilt. "Yeah... but... uh, I'm kinda persona non-gratta there myself now," he said lauging. He told me then how he'd slapped Jared. "YOU WHAT?" I asked, grinning incredulously. Ryan just laughed and said, "I'm sick of that asshole talking like that about us, so I'm not gonna let him anymore!" "OH MY GOD!" I cried, grinning hugely. "I love it! You go guy!" "Yeah," he snorted, smiling. "One problem - our beer supply is dried up now because of it!" I chuckled and said, "Don't worry about it. Steve'll still be OK with me, so we'll be able to get some from him. But... for tonight, I think we should stick with your orange soda!" "We don't have to get dressed to go get it at least!" he said, and he wiggled his eyebrows up and down and grinned at me and added, "So we'll be all set for more fun right away afterward!" "Good point old Chap!" I said, grinning. * * * While we were munching on our wings and fries the phone rang. "Oops!" Ryan said. "Bet it's Alex and you never called him back!" "Bet you're right!" I said. I picked up the phone and said "Hello?" Sure enough, it was Alex. "Are you OK?" he cried. Chuckling, I said, "Couldn't be better!" "Really?" he asked, sounding confused. "Yeah!" I said. "I'm not gonna give you a blow-by-blow, but basically Ryan thought a while and came and found me. We're here together in our room now. We've talked - a lot... and actually, I guess I should thank you and Vincent for whatever you said to him. I really don't want to go back over it all - suffice to say that we're both OK now - actually - better than we were before as far as I'm concerned! And, we're both committed to each other and to making it work!" "YES!" Alex cried jubilantly into the phone, nearly blasting my ear drum out. "They're back together!" he cried excitedly to someone then. I wondered who he was talking to - nobody else knew about Ryan and I being a couple, except Vincent. Then I heard Vincent's voice saying something back to him. "Is Vincent there?" I asked. "Yup," Alex said, happily. "There's so much snow, mom didn't want to drive him home, and his mom didn't want to come get him, so he's staying over. It's sure to be a snow day tomorrow! If it is, we're gonna build a fort!" "Cool!" I said. "Well, listen, you guys have a great time. I'm gonna get back to celebrating with Ryan now." I saw Ryan grinning and waving hello and mouthing the words "Thank you". I quickly added, "By the way, he says hello and 'Thank you' for everything!" "Tell him 'you're welcome, and hello back!" Alex said. "And have fun! I know we're gonna! We've already done it 7 times since supper!" "Christ Alex!" I said. "You guys are gonna wear your dicks right off your bodies!" Alex giggled and said, "we can't help it! We're so horny!" I laughed and said, "OK, go have some more fun - but jeeze make sure to use plenty of lube!" "We will!" he said, chuckling. "G'night! And tell Ryan G'night too!" "I will. Thanks for calling, and take care!" I said. I hung up the phone then and said, "Alex says 'Good Night'!" Ryan smiled. Then he said, "What was all that about the lube?" I laughed and said, "They've fucked 7 times already, and that's just since supper tonight! They were at it before I left home this afternoon already!" "Shit!" Ryan said. Then he grinned and said, "We gotta lot of work to do if we're gonna catch up to them!" We both roared with laughter then. "Seriously though," he said, when we'd stopped laughing. "I'm finished eating, how about you?" "I'm fine," I said. "Well..." he said grinning and wiggling his eyebrows up and down. "How about we pick up quick, then crawl back in bed and pick up where we left off?" "Excellent idea!" I said, grinning. We quickly picked up, then pulled our towels off and dimmed the lights other than the night light and Christmas tree, and crawled back into Ryan's bed. Shortly, we were making love again... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------- Ryan Comments... Jon wanted me to tell my side of the story now, but... quite honestly, I think he told it all pretty good - just like I would have. I think all I'd like to add to what he said is that I think it's all worked out great! I'm happier than I've ever been. And I truthfully trust Jon completely to honor his pledge only ever be with me from now on! I know he loves me, and I love him too with all my heart! And I'm really looking forward to the next few weeks before Christmas. I'm sure going ot miss him over the break though. We've talked though and I think we might try to get together after the Christmas holiday at one or both of our houses... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------- Author's Interruption... lol - OK - I know this is really weird, but I just have to interrupt this story to tell you this.... I work in a high rise, with all windows for outter walls. As I was sitting here writing this chapter, the window washing apparatus just lowered past my window and stopped right in front of me. There was a window washer standing on it. He was absolutely gorgeous! Young, tan, lean, tall, dark, and extremely handsome. His crotch was directly at my eye level, and you should've seen it! The safety harnesses he was wearing went through his crotch on each side of his package, and it was bulging out like you would never believe! I mean I just gaped at it! Of course, my own crotch is bulging now too as a result! The best part though is ... we have mirrored windows, so they can't see in. This guy couldn't see me and didn't know I was right in front of him staring at him. All of a sudden he cupped himself and adjusted, pulling everything a little right, then a little left. As he did he gently squeezed himself, and pulled on it all a couple times. Yeah - I nearly creamed my jeans! lol Oh man it was great! Then again... maybe he did see me and was putting on a show for me???? Maybe I'd better run down to the street in a few minutes and see if he's around down there, and how he reacts if he is! LOL OK... back to the story now... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------- Alex's Story... Jon asked me to add to the story too, even though I really wasn't there for any of what happened in this chapter. And you already heard about our phone conversation with Ryan, so I won't add to that either. I guess I can tell you about Vincent's and my feelings about what happened though, and what we were up to. After we - well - mostly me - had seduced Jon on Friday and had sex with him, we were both surprised when he jumped up and took off. I really didn't get why he didn't stay with us and why he didn't want to have more sex. When I said that to Vincent, he looked at me like I was stupid and said, "Well, I get why he left." "You do?" I said. "Yeah, I do!" he said. "He realized he made a mistake by having sex with us! He realized he's in love with Ryan, and that what he did was cheating on Ryan, and he's scared that he's screwed things up for them!" "But..." I began. "And I think I know how Ryan'll feel," Vincent interrupted. "I wasn't so happy with you and Jon getting together now that you and I are together either!" I stared at Vincent, surprised. "It's OK," he said. "I'm over it. I realize after meeting Jon, and actually, after seeing his reaction, that he's in love with Ryan, not you. I don't mean that to hurt you Alex. I know he loves you, but he doesn't feel like you're his boyfriend, like I do, so... I'm not jealous anymore!" Forgetting Jon for a moment, I was a little surprised at what Vincent said. I hadn't realized I'd caused him to be jealous, or to worry about us. "I'm sorry if I made you upset," I said to him. "It's OK," He said. "I know you never meant to. And I can see the type of relationship you and Jon have now, so I'm OK - really!" "I love you Vincent!" I said, smiling hopefully at him. "You know that don't you?" "Yeah," he said, smiling. "And I love you too!" "Um.... if you'll let me, I'll show you how much I love you!" I said. Vincent smiled and said, "As long as you go slow and gentle!" I laughed and said, "Well, I was just thinking of using my mouth! I wasn't sure you would want me to fuck you, but now that Jon's showed you how to take it, if you want me to fuck you, I will!" Smiling shyly, Vincent said, "I guess we should try, huh?" "OK," I said, grinning. I had Vincent lie down on the bed then, and I propped his butt up with pillows underneath him. Then, I got the tube of lubricant and squirted a glob into my hand. I scooped it up with my finger, and began working it gently into Vincent's hole, causing him to moan happily from the pleasure he was feeling. After a minute, I pressed gently with a finger, and Vincent moaned, as his muscle gave way and let my digit slide through it into him, and I began finger-fucking him. After a while, I gently pushed a second finger through Vincent's anus, and fucked him with both fingers, as he moaned even more with pleasure. "You can try your dick now," he said, smiling back at me. I was glad he'd said that, because I was drooling pre-cum, just thinking about how much I was dying to slide my cock into him. Grinning, I greased my tool up and then got into position. I was surprised at how easily I slid through Vincent's sphincter, and up into his rectum. "Fuuccckk!!!" he whispered, as I filled his void. I waited for a minute for him to get used to me being there, then slowly started to slide back out of him. Before I popped all the way out, I started pushing again, and he groaned, as my cock filled him again. Eventually, after I'd slowly slid in and out of Vincent for a while, he said, "Go ahead, go faster!" I began to speed up then a little, and soon, I was fucking in and out of him at a relatively good pace, causing him to moan happily, almost continually. I felt his body beginning to tense up soon after that though, and realized he was probably about ready to shoot! I could feel my own orgasm forming as well. I sped up some more! A few seconds later, I was ready to burst, when I suddenly felt Vincent's anus squeeze my dick and he grunted, and buried his face against the mattress, growling passionately. I knew the pillow under him must contain a glob of his cum. Excited still more by the onset of Vincent's orgasm, I felt my own spasm about to hit. Just as Vincent groaned and squeezed my penis again, I moaned and flooded his insides with my cum as well. "MMmmmmm...." he moaned again, as a moment later, I peaked and ejaculated deep inside his body again. We each spasmed a couple more times, before our orgasms ended, and I felt Vincent relaxing under me, as I relaxed on top of him, hugging him and letting my penis remain shoved deep inside his anal canal. "Damn I can't believe how awesome getting fucked is!" he gasped, turning his head and smiling at me. "Told ya so!" I said, smiling. As he smiled back at me I was hit by the spontaneous urge to kiss him. I'd have preferred to kiss him on the lips, but it wouldn't have worked from behind very well, so I just leaned over and bussed him on the cheek, causing his smile to widen. * * * We made love several more times that night, taking turns 'bottoming', as Jon called it, for each other, as the snow drifted down in huge chunks out of the sky, coating the landscape with an ever-deepening layer of white fluff. By the time we'd eaten supper, there was so much snow on the ground that Mom was afraid to drive in it to take Vincent home, and called his parents. They agreed it was probably not good driving out, and that since Vincent and I were almost the same size, and I was willing to share my clothes with him, that he could spend the night and go to school with me in the morning - provided we didn't have a snow day. Vincent and I were elated to hear this, and looking out the window, both cheered and danced around at the surety of the next day being a snow day! A short while later, we returned to my room, where we spent the next couple hours, having sex with each other several more times. Both of us were actually beginning to feel like we didn't want to do it anymore when we noticed it was after 10:00 already, and realized Jon hadn't called us back yet. I see from reading what Jon wrote up above that I don't need to tell you about our conversation when we finally talked to him. I was SO HAPPY that Ryan had listened to what Vincent and I told him! I knew Jon loved him, and was heartbroken about possibly losing him! And, although I did feel a twinge of jealousy (sorry guys, but I don't want to lie about anything to anyone anymore - I did really feel a little jealous), when I heard that Jon and Ryan were back together and all was well with them, I was so happy for Jon, that it canceled out any selfish feelings I had. After we hung up with Jon, Vincent said to me, "I saw the look on your face when Jon told you they were together and everything is OK with them. You looked upset for a minute." "I'm sorry Vincent!" I said. "I don't want to hurt you, but ... I think I did feel a little jealous when he said that! I swear, it's not that I don't love you! I do! With all my heart! It's just... well... I love Jon too, and - well - I'm afraid that maybe he's not gonna be spending as much time with us anymore!" "You're not worried about him not loving you then?" he asked. "No! I know he does," I said. "Well... isn't that all that's important then? I mean - he loves you! I know it, and you know it! And aren't you happy that he's happy with Ryan again?" he asked. "Yes," I admitted. "Then, stop worrying. He loves you. He may not have as much time for you anymore, now that he's away at school, and involved with Ryan, but... that's good for him - he's happy, so you should be too!" Vincent said. Then he added, "Besides you have me now!" I looked at Vincent and saw that although he looked OK for the most part, there was a little worried look in his eyes. "Oh Vincent! I know I have you! And I truly do love you!" he said. "It's just that I thought both of us enjoyed the time we spent with Jon! And, I just hope that's not over now!" Vincent smiled then and said, "Stop worrying - I know how much he loves you too! He'll still spend time with you!" "With us!" I corrected him. Vincent smiled then. "Fine! With us!" "Do you think he'll bring Ryan home with him at Christmas?" I asked. Suddenly I felt my penis tingling again. "Well..." Vincent said. "I expect Ryan has to go home for the holidays!" "But... maybe he'll come visit after they're over!" I said. "Maybe," Vincent said. "Do you think we might be able to get BOTH of them to have sex with us?" I asked, grinning, as I felt my dick beginning to swell. "Jesus Christ Alex!" Vincent cried. "I thought you'd learned your lesson by now!" "NO!" I cried. "I mean BOTH of them! Not just Jon! Don't you see? If ALL FOUR OF US are involved, nobody's being cheated on! It's the perfect solution!" Vincent looked at me a moment, but finally I saw a smile spreading on his face. I also noticed his dick was starting to rise as well! "I knew you'd see it my way!" I said, grinning lewdly. Vincent's grin widened, and his dick started rising more rapidly then... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Note: Jon and Ryan didn't see Alex's story at the end of this chapter before the holidays arrived, but, ~smiles coyly~ that's another story!) 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