Date: Mon, 23 Apr 2007 20:30:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: Alex Gets Educated - Chapter 16

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                            Alex Gets Educated

                          Chapter 16 - Christmas

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                               Jon's Story

It was late in the evening, after 11:00 already, when I finally got home
from school.  It had snowed all the way, and that had slowed traffic down
dramatically.  I was pretty beat!

When I finally pulled into the driveway, I was both happy to be home
finally, but also, suddenly nervous about facing my mother.  Although
Ryan and I had agreed we were both going to come out to our parents while
we were at home, we'd both also agreed to wait until after Christmas was
over - so as not to ruin the holidays for anyone who might become upset
about our revelations.  The only problem with this was that we'd both
decided to leave our rings on as well!  I knew my mother would see my
ring, and would ask about it.  I didn't know how I would be able to avoid
talking about its meaning until after Christmas.

As I sat in the car, trying to come up with a plausible explanation, that
wouldn't be a lie, I began to think about taking the ring off until after
Christmas.  In fact, I went so far as to actually pull it off my finger.
Even though it had only been on my hand for 24 hours, already it felt
funny not to be wearing it.  On top of that, instantly an image of Ryan's
face, wearing a profoundly sad expression popped into my mind.  I knew
that if Ryan found out I'd removed my ring, he'd be upset.  As I slid it
back onto my finger, the lips on my mental image of Ryan's face turned
upward, and I saw him smiling at me again - his eyes glinting with
happiness!  I couldn't help smiling myself.  I knew then that I had to
leave the ring on always, and that was that!

Slowly I got out of my car and trudged through the snow with my bags, to
the back door.

"There you are!" my mother cried, throwing the door wide open for me.  "I
was getting worried."

"I'm fine Mom," I said, smiling.  "Traffic was awful.  Merry Christmas!"

"Well, as long as you're alright - that's all that counts!  Merry
Christmas sweetie!" she said, and she hugged me and kissed my cheek, as
snow whirled around us, while I tried to squeeze past her, through the
doorway.

A moment later, we both stumbled into the kitchen and I dropped my bags
on the floor.

"Are you hungry?" she asked.

As if on cue, my stomach suddenly growled loudly, and she smiled and
said, "Run and put your bags in your room, and I'll cook you something."

"Don't fuss Mom," I said.  "I ate earlier.  I'll just grab a quick
snack."

"Nonsense - I have leftovers from supper, I'll warm them up for you," she
said.

"OK," I said, smiling.  I picked up my bags then and headed for the
hallway.

                    *                     *                      *

"So tell me all about everything!" my mother said, as she sat down next
to me at the kitchen table ten minutes later, while I tucked into a plate
of chicken and biscuits she'd heated up for me.

"There's not really that much to tell," I said.

It was then I noticed her eyes fastened on my ring.

"There were a LOT of parties all over campus though!" I said hastily.

Without taking a breath, I quickly launched into a long-winded
dissertation about all the parties that had taken place at school, as I
surreptitiously moved my hand to my lap, and hoped she'd forget having
seen the ring.

Whether she realized I was trying to avoid talking about my ring, or not,
I don't know.  She did appear to purposely try and concentrate on what I
was saying, and never asked about, or looked pointedly at my ring again
that evening.  Maybe she realized I wasn't ready to talk about it.

Shortly after I'd eaten, Mom said she was tired and was going to bed, as
she still had to work yet the next day.  So, I kissed her good-night and
she went up to her room.  I quickly picked up and then went upstairs as
well.  I stopped in the bathroom and peed, and brushed my teeth, then
went to my room as well, and closed the door.

When I stepped over to the window to close the curtains, I noticed it was
snowing heavier than ever.  I looked over at Alex's house, hoping maybe
he'd be in his room, with the curtains open yet, but his house was dark.
Glancing at the clock, I realized it was after midnight, so I knew he
would've already gone to bed.  A little sadly, I closed the drapes, then
started to strip.

                     *                 *                  *

Once I was naked, I quickly crawled into my bed.  I was happy that my
mother had thoughtfully turned on my electric blanket earlier, so the
sheets weren't cold when I got in.

Just as I was about to shut off my bedside lamp, my cell phone rang.  The
personalized ring-tone, a clip of Bon Jovi's "Born to Be My Baby", told
me it was Ryan.  I grinned and flipped the phone open, and saw his
grinning countenance leering at me from my wall-paper picture.

"Hey Baby!" I said, putting the phone to my ear.

"Hi yourself!" he replied.  I could hear by his tone, that he too was
grinning.  "Where are you?"

"I just crawled into bed," I said.

"Are you naked?" he asked.  I the unmistakeable hint of arousal in his
voice then.

"Of course!  Aren't you?  Or aren't you in bed yet?" I asked, chuckling.

"I am - to both your questions," He replied.

"Are you hard?" I purred, licking my lips lewdly, as I felt my dick
beginning to stiffen.

"I've been thinking about you for a while now, so of course I am," he
said.

"I'm almost there myself," I said.

"What?  You weren't already hard over me?" Ryan cried, sounding a little
hurt.  "Shit, I'm already dripping a little over you!"

I chuckled and explained that I'd just said good-night to my mother, so
hadn't had time to get completely hard over him yet.

"Oh," he said, sounding placated.  Then a moment later, he saucily asked,
"So... wanta jack together?"

"Certainly," I said, grinning and reaching for my penis.

"Got lube?" he asked.

"When have you known me to NOT have lube?" I said.  "Do you have lube?"

"Of course!" Ryan replied.

"Then grease up Son!" I said, smiling.

Ryan chuckled in reply, then was quiet, but I heard him fumbling about.
Quickly I reached in my drawer for my bottle of hand lotion too.

"Hey Ry?" I said.

"Yeah?" Ryan asked.

"Put me on speaker phone, and I'll put you on speaker too - just - keep
your voice down so my mother doesn't hear you - then we can talk hands
free!" I said.

"Sounds good," Ryan said.

A moment later, Ryan's voice sounded different, as I switched to speaker
phone mode, and put my phone down on my pillow next to me.

"Much better," he said.  "Now I can use both hands!"

"And what are you using YOUR second hand for?" I asked, as I lubed my
cock.

"My asshole of course!" he replied, snickering.

"Ohhhh... good idea!" I said.  I moistened the end of the middle finger
of my left hand, with lube, then reached down between my thighs and
pressed it between my ass cheeks.

"MMmmmm..." Ryan moaned on the phone.

"uh huh - I hear you," I said, smiling, as I pressed my finger toward my
anus.

"You fingering yourself too?" Ryan asked.

"Oh yeah," I said, as I began massaging my hole, while my right hand slid
up and down my rod.

"Doesn't feel nearly as good as when you do me, but... at least we can
talk to each other while we do it," Ryan said.

"I know," I said.  "Won't be long til we're back together though.

"It's gonna be like FOREVER!  I can't wait that long!" Ryan cried.

"I know," I said, chuckling softly.  "I feel the same way!"

"You better!" Ryan said, chuckling as well.  "Fuck!  I SO wish it was you
who was rubbing my hole right now!"

"I'd be using my tongue not my finger!" I said, grinning.

"OHHhhhhh!" Ryan gasped.  "Damn!  You just made my dick surge and ooze!"

I chuckled, then said, "Wish I could lick up your ooze!"

"Mmmm... Me too!" Ryan said.  "Last night was so wonderful Jon!"

"Yeah," I said, smiling, as I too recalled how we'd spent our previous
night together.

Suddenly I noticed that Ryan's breathing was louder.  He'd obviously
started getting more excited.  Knowing that, excited me too!

"Ohhh!!!" Ryan gasped slightly, then he growled softly with pleasure.

"What happened?" I cried, hoping he hadn't started to cum already.

"My finger just slid up my ass!" he murmured happily.

I grinned as in my mind, I could see him with his finger shoved up his
ass, moving it about, rubbing it over and over his prostate.  Suddenly I
wished he and I were in a '69', and it was my finger up his ass, and that
he had his up mine.  Immediately I pressed on my anus with my slippery
finger.

"Awww!" I grunted, as my finger popped through my tight hole too.

"What're you doin'?" Ryan rasped, huskily.

"I just shoved my finger through too.  And I'm imagining us in a '69'
sucking and fucking each other with our fingers!" I said.

"Oh fuck!  I so wish we were!" Ryan gasped, passionately.

We were both silent then for a moment, although I could hear his hand
sliding up and down his lubed cock, and his heavy, aroused breathing.
I'm sure he could hear similar sounds from me as well.

"I can feel my cum building up already!" Ryan exclaimed.

Just thinking about how Ryan was feeling, started my own climax building.

"Mmmmm!" I moaned in reply.

Ryan was breathing harder by then.  So was I.

In my mind, I saw him lying on his bed, naked, his nostrils open wide,
and a look of passion in his eyes, as his cheeks flushed pink, while he
began to furiously beat off, and roughly slamming his finger in and out
of his asshole.  This image of Ryan in heat, violating himself sent my
own level of arousal sky rocketing, and I too began slamming my finger in
and out of my hole, rubbing roughly against my gland, as my hand flew up
and down my fully engorged rod, which suddenly began leaking copious
amounts of pre-cum, as if I was dribbling piss.

"I'm gonna cum!" Ryan gasped, in a desperate whisper.

"Me too!" I grunted.

"OHhhhhhh!!!!" Ryan cried in a higher pitched, tone, and I could picture
his head suddenly snapping sideways and upward, as his body exploded with
joy, and a rope of cum shot out of his dick, landing in a thick streak
across his chest.

Suddenly I was at my peak as well.  I fought to hold off as long as I
could, but when Ryan cried out again, as he blew his second load, I
groaned, and fired off my own volley of hot jism.  As my balls pulled up
tight against my body, my cum shot out of my cock like a bullet, and
slapped me in the chin.

"Awwwww...." Ryan oozed, as he spasmed with pleasure again.

"Mmmmmm..." I moaned blasting another glob of liquid toward my face.

I only heard Ryan's breath leaving his lungs when he came the next time,
as I grunted and shot more jizz at the same time.

"Fuck!" Ryan gasped, as his orgasm slowed.

"MMmmmm..." I moaned, oozing a huge glob of semen yet, as I too began to
slow down.

The two of us continued masturbating for a few more seconds, then finally
I stopped and reached for some tissues.

"Damn that was good!" Ryan said.  I heard a rustle of Kleenex on the
phone as well.

"Yeah," I said.  "Woulda been better if you were here with me though!"

"I know," Ryan said.  "But at least we were 'together' sort-of while we
did it."

"I guess," I said.

We were both quiet a moment, as I cleaned myself up, and I knew he was
doing the same thing.

Once we'd both dried off, I snuggled down under the covers and switched
the phone back to normal mode from speaker-phone.  We talked a few
minutes about our trips home then.  I could hear Ryan was tired, and
started yawning myself.  Finally we expressed our love for one another,
then hung up.  I turned off my lamp, and in a couple minutes must've
fallen asleep.

                 *                     *                     *

The next thing I remember, it was daylight already, and sunshine was
streaming in the cracks around my drapes, and my phone was ringing.

"Hello!" I answered groggily, after nearly dropping the receiver when I
picked it up.

"HEY!" I heard Alex's boisterous yell.  Then he chuckled and said "Are
you still in bed?"

"Uh... yeah," I said, trying to moisten my lips with my tongue.

"Well hop up and look out your window!" he cried, giggling.

"Jus' a minute," I said, yawning, as I stretched.  Slowly, I crawled out
from under the warm covers into the brisker morning air.  Instantly my
body hair was standing up, away from my body, to protect me from the
colder air, and my skin was covered with goosebumps.

Shivering slightly, I stepped over to the window, parted the drapes
slightly and peaked out the crack between them.  The sun was glaring, so
I quickly pulled them shut again.

"Hey!" Alex yelled into my ear.  "Where'd you go?"

"Just a minute!" I crabbed.  "I just woke up and the glare's gonna blind
me!"

Alex's infectious giggle resounded in the phone's earpiece again.

Suddenly the sun must've gone behind a cloud, as the room darkened.
Cautiously, I pulled the curtain aside again.  This time I was able to
peer out without being blinded.  Looking down I noticed my car was
covered with a small amount of snow.

"Look over here!" Alex cried.

Of course, I wasn't sure exactly where "here" might be to Alex, but I
decided to try the window of his room first.

As I looked up and into Alex's bedroom window, I saw that his drapes were
pulled wide apart.  The lights were all on inside as well.  Blinking a
moment to focus, I suddenly saw him standing completely nude a few feet
back from his window.  His dick was stiff, and sticking straight out from
his body.  As soon as he realized I saw him, he immediately started
giggling, then reached for his penis and began masturbating!

"You swine!" I said, grinning.

"So.... you gonna join me?" he asked saucily, as he took on an
exaggerated look of passion.

Of course as I stood there peering through the curtains into his room,
while he performed for me, my dick began to swiftly stiffen, and I knew
there was nothing more I wanted to do!  Well.... OK - given a choice
between just watching him and jacking off, or telling him to throw on his
clothes and run over, so I could strip him naked again and ravage him
with my mouth and dick!  Of course, I'd pick the latter.  But, I couldn't
do either anymore.  Not now that I was with Ryan!  Feeling a little sad
and rather frustrated, I dropped the curtain, and thought for a minute
about how best to reply.

Before I could say anything, Alex said in a quiet, disappointed voice
"Look - I know we said 'no more sex'... but, I kinda thought maybe we
could at least jack together like this!  Couldn't we???"

I hesitated a moment, thinking.  What Alex was suggesting had its merits,
but it also wasn't completely fair to Ryan or Vincent either.  Besides...
I knew that jerking off while watching Alex jerk off as well would be
arousing at first, but ultimately, it would only lead to more
frustration.  It wouldn't be enough for either of us, and then - we'd be
in danger of ruining all the good things in our lives!

"I know what you're saying, and I understand how you feel.  I kind of do
myself, but... I don't think it'd be such a good idea," I said, quietly.
"You know how one thing can lead to another, and ... while it might be
great in one way - you know it wouldn't be enough for either of us, and
we might end up screwing things up.  We can't let that happen Alex!"

"I know," Alex sighed, sadly.  A moment later though, he jauntily said,
"Well... it's your loss!  I'm gonna go get in the shower and finish off.
Meanwhile, why don't you do the same thing?  Then we have to go get your
Christmas tree!"

"Huh?" I said.

Alex laughed and said, "Didn't your mom tell you?  Tomorrow's Christmas
Eve already!  She wants me and you to go get your tree and put it up!"

"Oh!" I said, smiling.  "OK.  I'll go shower and get dressed then."

"Cool, me too!" Alex said.  "Remember though - think of me while you're
doing the nasty in the shower!"

"You asshole!" I chuckled.  Then I asked, "Hey, is Vincent goining with
us to get the tree?"

Alex was quiet a moment, then in a sad voice again, he said, "He went to
his grandmother's for the holiday.  Why do you think I was jacking off,
and not saving myself of him?"

"OH!" I said, smiling slightly at the thought of Alex trying to be
celibate to save his love juice for Vincent.  "I'm sorry about that.  I
know how you're feeling.  But, remember how nice it is for him to get to
go see his grandmother, OK?"

"I guess," Alex said.  "But, I still miss him, and he misses me too!"

"I know," I said.  "I know just how you feel."

"I expected you might," Alex said, with a half chuckle.

"So you and me will just have to keep each other busy, so we don't think
of them then," I said, smiling.

"Well..." Alex said.  "I kinda thought that's what I was doing when I
called you to look over here!"

"YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANT!" I growled loudly.

Alex chuckled and said, "I know.  Listen, let me go - I'm getting
hornier, and want to get in the shower, before I have a mess to clean up
off the floor.  I'll come over when I'm dressed."

"OK, give me 20 minutes," I said.

Alex chuckled and said, "It really shouldn't take you THAT long!"

I laughed and said, "When you get older, you'll learn to appreciate doing
it slower!"

"HEY!" Alex crabbed.  "I can go slow too... if I want to!"

I laughed and said, "HANG UP!  I'm hot and need to get off now too!"

Alex snickered and said, "'K - C'ya!"

"Bye," I replied and hung up.

I stepped over to the window then, and peered back out.  Alex was at the
window, about to close his drapes when I looked out.  When he saw
movement at my window he looked and grinned at me.

Then, suddenly I heard him yelling "NO FAIR!  YOU GET TO SEE ME, BUT I
DON'T GET TO SEE YOU!"

I hoped nobody else was around outside who might hear his muffled
yelling!

As I thought this, he grasped his dick, and grinning, began to beat off
again.

Grinning, I pulled the drapes apart and "flashed" Alex for a moment!
Letting him get a good look at me, with my hardon pointing at him.

He let out a rebel yell, like they used to on "The Dukes of Hazard"

Grinning, I winked, then let the drapes fall shut again.

I could hear a disappointed yell through the walls and across the
driveway.

I picked up the phone and dialed Alex's house.

"That wasn't fair!" he cried, as I picked up the phone.

Smiling, I faked a woman's voice and asked "What wasn't fair?"

"Oh!" Alex cried, "I'm sorry!  I thought you were someone else!"

"I just wanted to report seeing a naked young boy in one of your
windows!" I faked again.

"YOU ASSHOLE!" Alex cried.

I roared then.  A moment later, Alex started laughing too.

"Go shower!" I cried.

"I AM!  YOU GO TOO!" Alex cried.

"I AM TOO!" I cried, then laughing I hung up.

Smiling I looked down at my dick, which was sticking straight out in
front of me.  I grasped it and gave it a few tugs.  I grinned as shivers
of pleasure shot up and down my body.  I let go then, and headed for the
shower, with it bobbing up and down and left and right as I walked.

                  *                 *                 *

A couple minutes later, having quickly shaved, I was standing in the
shower, with hot water streaming down over me.  I stood enjoying the warm
wetness cascading over me for a minute, then finally, I stepped out from
under the spray, and reached for the bottle of shampoo.  I poured a
liberal amount into my hand, and began washing my hair.  When I was
finished, I slid my hands down and closed my eyes and washed my face, and
ears and neck.  Then I quickly wiped the soap from my eyes with the backs
of my forearms.

I picked up my mother's bar of Dove soap and soaped up my hands some
more, then let them slide down to my chest.  I tweaked my pointed nipples
a few times, twitching each time a jolt of pleasure shot through me.

Quickly I washed my pits, then rubbed the soap all over my belly,
fingering my innie navel, so it would be clean.

Finally, my hands slid to my crotch and I soaped up my still rigid cock,
and my ball sack.  Then, I reached behind me and washed my ass, sliding
my hands up and down, reaching all the way deep into my crack, soaping my
hole good too, pausing for a moment to massage it vigorously.  Lastly,
when I couldn't stand how hot I was getting over rubbing my hole so much,
I reached down and washed my legs and feet.

By then, I was as clean as I was going to get.  So I rinsed off.

Afterward, I took the hair conditioner, and poured a liberal amount into
my hands.  First I conditioned my hair, and left it in it to soak into
the strands.  Then I took the excess, and deftly attacked my throbbing
penis with it.

"Ohhhhh..." I groaned out loud, as I began sliding my fist up and down my
stiff rod, while I fondled my nuts with my other hand.

I slid my left hand back and pressed a couple fingers into my anal groove
and wiped some conditioner on my rose bud too.

I straightened up a moment later and returned to fondling my testicles,
as I began beating off, with a well lubricated hand.

Less than a minute later, I was jacking off at a good pace, and already I
felt my excitement mounting.  Quickly I reached between my legs and slid
a finger between my cheeks again, and started rubbing my hole.

"Mmmmm...." I moaned, as my pleasure built.  I loved having my asshole
fondled, while my dick was being attended to!

I sped up my pace then, and within seconds, I felt my orgasm beginnning
to approach.  I continued sliding my fist up and down my dick, and
rubbing my slightly puffy, pucker.

In my mind I pictured Ryan, molesting me this way, which excited me even
more.

Soon, I was breathing heavily, and my eyelids had drooped.  I felt my cum
starting to move through my vas deferens.  Again, I sped up.

"AAwwwww!!!" I gasped a moment later, as I felt my pucker contract
tightly under my fingertip, and a long, thick glob of semen shot out of
my cock, and hit the tiled wall.  Immediately it began to slide down the
smooth surface, toward the tub.

"MMmmmmm...." I moaned a couple seconds later, as more of my jism
splattered the wall.

I continued masturbating, and fingering my asshole for the next minute,
during which I spasmed a few more times, sending even more spunk to the
tiles, before my orgasm waned.

I slowed my pace down then, and pulled my finger from my ass.  I
continued jacking off very slowly though, and a moment later, my body
shuddered, and a small, remaining drop of semen leaked from my urethra.

"Mmmm...." I thought to myself, as my body finally began to relax, and
enjoy its post-orgasmic "hum"!

"Damn that was good!" I said, smiling, as I stood there a moment,
recovering.

Eventually, I rinsed off, then directed the spray at what was left of my
mess, which washed into the tub, and down the drain.

Smiling to myself, I shut off the water, grabbed a towel, and dried off.
I blew dry my hair afterward.  Lastly I used some deoderant, and brushed
my teeth.  Then, with my dick swinging back and forth against my scrotum,
I headed for my room, where I quickly dressed.

As I walked down the stairs, I heard Alex pounding on the back door.
quickly I hurried up and let him in.

                   *                   *                  *

"So, was it good for you?" Alex asked.

"Yeah!" I said, grinning a little incredulously.  "Was it good for you
too?"

"Hella good!" Alex cried, grinning, his eyes sparkling.

"Cool!" I said.  "So how about we head out?  We can grab some eats on the
way to find a tree.... by the way, any clue where we can get one?  I
heard the place we used to go to closed."

"Yeah!" Alex smiled.  Then he told me about White's - where he had gone
with Vincent and his family.

"Sounds good to me," I said.  "We'll check it out after we eat."

"I think we gotta shovel before we leave!" Alex said, looking unhappily
at me.

"Aw, shit!" I said.  "I forgot that.  Is there enough to blow?"

"Yup," he replied.

"OK - you shovel the steps off and the edges and I'll blow the main part
out," I said.

                  *                *               *

Alex and I spent the next half hour shoveling and snow-blowing both our
driveways clear.

"I'm glad that's done!" Alex declared when we were finished.

"Yeah," I said.  "Now, let's get some grub!  I'm starved!"

Grinning, we got into my car, and I drove us to a nearby diner, where we
each got "The Lumberjack" breakfast: Three eggs, three sausages, three
strips of bacon, three pancakes, a pile of hash browns, juice, and coffee
for me, and chocolate milk for Alex.

While we waited for our food, Alex told me about his trip to White's tree
farm with Vincent and his family.  He had me roaring at how Vincent's
parents kept fighting, and how Vincent got disgusted and just walked
away, chose the tree, cut it down with Alex's help, and walked back with
it, and they found his parents still "discussing" it!

When our food came, we were both quiet, while we wolfed it all down.

A few minutes after it arrived, our plates were were clean, and we both
sat back, smiling, and rubbing our bellies.

"That was so good!" Alex sighed happily.

"Yeah," I agreed.

As I sat back, rubbing my belly, I noticed Alex was looking at my belly
with a curious look on his face.

"What's that?" he asked, furrowing his brow a little, and looking
straight at my hand.

I realized then, he'd just noticed my ring.

Blushing a little, I told him about how Ryan and I had pledged ourselves
to each other.

For an instant, I thought I saw a hurt look flash over his face.  Quickly
his expression became blank again, and he just sat there quietly for a
moment, expressionless.  I could tell he was thinking hard, and quickly
too.

Suddenly his head jerked up and he smiled and said "That's SO cool!!!"

"Really?" I asked, surprised.  As I told him about it, I'd gotten the
distinct impression he wasn't happy about it.

"Yeah!" he cried, grinning.

"Cause for a minute, I thought maybe you were upset about it," I said,
studying him closely.

Alex's smile disappeared, and he looked at me with a serious look.

"Well... you kinda suprised me.  And... well... for a minute there, I WAS
a little confused.... See - before Ryan and Vincent came along - I always
kinda pictured it being you and me when we were older, but I know that's
not the way it'll be now.  You have Ryan, and I have Vincent.  And I'm
really happy about that.  But - just for a minute - only my old feelings
registered.  Kinda automatically.  After that though - I realized how
great this is for you!  And, I'm very happy for you!" he said.  When he
finished, his smile reappeared.

"So, you really mean it then?" I asked, still a little uncertain.

"Absolutely!" he grinned.

I could tell then by the way his eyes glinted at me, that his grin was
genuine, and that he meant it.

Relaxing, I returned his grin and said, "Thanks man!  I do love you you
know!  Probably more than you realize!  And I always will!  I think of
you as a boyfriend though.  I think of you as a brother!  And you're the
ONLY little brother I'll EVER have, or want - no matter what!... So...
we're always gonna have each other!  OK?"

Alex's smile broadened into the hugest smile he could muster up, and his
eyes glistened.

After a moment he said, "I feel the same way about you too Jon!  I've
always thought of you as my big brother!  And I always will!"

As I grinned at him, I felt my eyes moisten a little too.

The waitress came then to drop off our bill.  She looked at the two of us
as we sat staring at each other - grinning stupidly.  She gave us a funny
look, then dropped the bill and walked away, shaking her head.
Chuckling, I pulled out my wallet, and extracted a couple dollar bills,
which I left under my coffee mug, then we got up and went to the cash
register by the door.  I paid, and we left.

Back in the car again, we headed for the Christmas tree farm.

                    *                   *                   *

"Let's get you guys a Frasier Fir, like Vincent chose!" Alex said, as we
got out of the car, after parking at White's.  "It smells the best, and
is nice and bushy."

"OK, lead the way!" I said.

Alex looked around for a moment, expectantly, then looked a little
crestfallen as he read a sign on the side of the barn.

"I thought we could take a sleigh ride out to the trees, but they only do
them on weekends!" he said sadly.

"Oh," I said.  "Well, that's too bad.  It would've been fun!  But, it'll
be fun hiking out to them ourselves too - so c'mon - show me where we
go!"

Smiling again, Alex lead me into the field next to the barn, and we began
walking in the direction of what looked like a short forest of fir trees
on the opposite side.

"Not as easy going with all this snow on the ground now!" Alex, said,
stopping about half-way across the field, to catch his breath.

"Guess that sleigh ride would've been nice afterall!" I said, breathing
heavily myself.

We rested a couple minutes, but then set off again.  Eventually, we made
it across the field, and Alex led me to a grove of really nice looking
trees, that did smell wonderful.

"Good choice!" I said.

Alex grinned and said, "It was Vincent's idea!"

"Good for him!" I said.  "Tell him I like his taste in trees, as well as
in guys!"

Alex laughed.

We spent a few minutes looking around then, and finally selected the
biggest bushiest, tree we could find, that I thought would fit in the
house.  I grabbed its trunk, and shook it vigorously, to get the
new-fallen snow off the branches.  In doing so, I got some snow down my
glove, which was rather uncomfortable.  Alex chuckled as I quickly pulled
it off, and shook as much back out of it as possible, before putting it
back on.  Then, as Alex held the lower branches up, away from me, so I
could cut the tree down, I made sure to nudge a branch above him a
little, so that a little snow dropped off it, right onto the back of his
neck.

"Ahhhh!!!" Alex cried, leaping back and letting go of the tree branches,
with swatted my leg.

"That'll teach you to laugh at me when I get a glove full of snow!" I
said, grinning.

"Asshole!" Alex grumbled, swiping at the back of his jacket collar and
neck.

I chuckled, as he struggled to get the snow off the back of his neck.
After a moment though, I felt bad for him, and reached over and helped
him brush as much of it off as possible.

"Thanks," he said automatically.

As he squirmed about a little, I said, "Didn't get it all did we?"

"No, and it really doesn't feel so nice!" he snapped, suddenly
remembering I was the cause of his discomfort.

"Well neither does my hand, but I'm sorry - you're probably feeling it
more than me," I said, smiling ruefully at him.

"I'll live," Alex said.  "Let's just hurry up and get this sucker plucked
now!"

Smiling, I told Alex to hold the branches back again.  He look at me
suspiciously for a minute, but then bent over and pulled the branches up
and out of my way.  Quickly I cut sawed across the trunk with the little
bow saw I'd brought along.

Typically, Alex yelled "Timber!" as the tree toppled over, while I
stepped back chuckling.

Together then, we dragged the tree back to my car, paid for it, and tied
it to the roof.

A few minutes later, we were on our way home again.

                      *                    *                    *

"Good timing," I said, as we pulled into the driveway, just as it started
to snow again.

"Yeah!" Alex said.

We hurried and cut the ropes holding the tree on the car roof.  I lifted
it off, then dropped it on its stump, picked it up and dropped it again,
then shook it a little to get the new-fallen snow, and any loose needles
off of it.  Finally, we carried it into the house.

We spent the next couple hours setting the tree up and decorating it, as
the snow really started coming down outside.  It was a fun way to spend
the afternoon!

Just as we were finishing up, my mother pulled into the driveway.  She
was early.

"Whew!" she exclaimed, as she stumbled in the back door.  When she saw us
she smiled and added, "It's really coming down out there!  They let us go
early because of the snow, and the holiday!"

"That was nice of them," I said,

Alex glanced out the window, and suddenly looked worried.

"I hope Mom gets home OK!" He said.

"She's almost here," my mother said.  "I ran into her at the store.
She's just picking up a few last minute things, then she's coming home.
We're going to have dinner together, and spend the evening together!
Hope that's OK with you guys!"

"Cool!" Alex cried, grinning.

"Sounds good Mom!" I agreed, smiling too.

                *                        *                       *

And so our Christmas celebration began.  Alex's mother arrived home about
a half hour later, just as the storm was beginning to turn into a
blizzard.  She went into her own house for a few minutes, and then,
having changed into her casual clothes, she joined us, laden with bags of
all kinds of food and goodies.

The four of us spent a nice evening together then.

Our mothers cracked a bottle of Lambrusco open, and worked together in
the kitchen, cooking us a delicious dinner of lasagna, salad, Italian and
bread.  Dessert would be spumoni with Christmas cookies, and coffee.

When my mother set out a wine glass for me too, Alex pouted a moment, and
appeared to be thinking.  Finally, he put a pleasant look on his face and
said, "Could I please have some wine with dinner too?"

My mother looked slightly flustered, and glanced apologetically at Alex's
mother.  Alex's mother looked at him for a moment, over the top of her
glasses, which she was wearing pushed almost down to the end of her nose.

"I suppose you can have a little too - but just one glass!" she said,
smiling finally.

As Alex grinned triumphantly, and looked at me with a look that clearly
indicated he was relishing being recognized as being more grown up
suddenly, our mothers smiled knowingly at each other and my mother got
out another wine glass for him.  I just grinned and nodded at him.

A few minutes later, as the women were putting the food on the table,
Mom asked me to pour the wine.  I gave them each a glassful, then poured
one for myself.  As I went to fill Alex's glass, I glanced at his mother
questioningly.  I wasn't sure just how much she wanted me to give him.
At the same time, Alex, looked at with a mixture of frustration, hurt,
and distress on his face.  His mother noticed and smile and nodded at me,
then looked away.  Alex relaxed and looked relieved when I poured him a
full glass as well.

"Why'd you hesitate?" he hissed at me, when our mother's both went back
to the kitchen, as I was finishing up.

"Relax!" I said, smiling.  "I just didn't want to get in trouble with her
for giving you too much!"

Alex gave me an exasperated look and glared at me, which caused me to
smile more broadly and chuckle.

"She gave her permission for a full glass, didn't she?" I said then,
looking at him pointedly.  "So just cool it, and pretend there's nothing
special about it - treat it as if it's an ordinary occurrence, and if she
doesn't let you have more later - don't make a fuss - be mature, and
you'll be allowed to have a glass whenever they do!"

Alex looked at me for a moment, as I smiled at him.  His face relaxed
then and he smiled gratefully at me, as he realized I was trying to help
him.

"Thanks," he whispered.

"You're welcome!" I said, smiling.

Our mothers returned then, and we all sat down to dinner.

It was a joyous meal for all of us, as we hadn't been together since
Thanksgiving!  Everyone asked me about what was going on at school, and I
in turn interrogated Alex about school, and our mothers about their
jobs.  Things were going along very nicely.

Suddenly though, I saw our mother's glance pointedly at each other, and
Alex's mother's eyes swung toward me.  She looked right at my ring!
Apparently, my mother had noticed it the night before, like I'd thought,
and she'd told Alex's mother about it too!  As I felt my face heat up,
and a lump of fear rising in my throat, I quickly withdrew my hand to my
lap.

I then, quickly launched into a conversation about the weather.

Thankfully, neither of the women said anything then about my ring.

After we picked up and put the dishes in the dish washer, we watched some
Christmas specials on TV and played a board game for the rest of the
evening.

                    *                  *                  *

The next day was Christmas Eve.  Alex and I spent most of it outside,
clearing our driveways and walks of all the new snow that fell over
night.  Of course, we had more than one snowball fight, and even built a
snowman together on Alex's front lawn.

My mother spent most of the day over at Alex's house.  She and Alex's
mother cooked, baked, and wrapped last minute presents all day.

When we weren't outside, Alex and I spent the day at our house, eating,
and playing video games.

That evening, since we'd eaten at our house the night before, we had an
early supper at Alex's house.  Our mothers had made a delicious meal of
salad, ham, mashed potatoes, corn mixed with peas and carrots, and
pop-overs.  For dessert there was apple pie with wedges of cheese.  With
the meal they served White Zinfandel wine, and Alex was ebullient when
his mother set out and filled a glass for him too, without him having to
ask for it.

After we cleaned up the dishes, we had just enough time to change, then I
drove all four of us to church for services, and the Christmas pageant,
that was put on by the Sunday School classes.  I was surprised, and a
little amused when Alex left us after the service ended, and then
appeared on the altar at the lectern.  He was the narrator for the
pageant.  I'd wondered why he'd gotten so dressed up in a suit, while I
just had on a sweater and a pair of dockers!  He hadn't told me he was
going to be in the play!  Although he appeared a little nervous at first,
he did very well, and seemed to be relatively relaxed by the end.  Then
he joined the rest of the cast, who quickly arranged themselves to form a
choir, and they sang some Christmas carols, with the rest of us joining
in.  It was all a very nice affair!

As we drove home afterward, it started snowing again.

"Guess we know how we'll be spending Christmas," I remarked, wryly, as I
watched the flakes floating gently down from the heavens.

"Oh, I think it's so pretty though," My mother said.

"You're not the one shoveling it!" Alex said, dully.

We all broke up laughing then.

As the laughter died off, still chuckling I said, "I can tell you're
growing up Alex!  It's a sure sign of it, when a kid realizes that snow
is work, and not just play!"

Alex looked over and grinned at me, while our mothers, who were both
riding int he backseat chuckled some more.

When we got home, Mom and I stopped at our house to change into
comfortable clothes again, then ran back to Alex's house.  While I lit a
fire in their fireplace, our mothers popped some corn, then we watched a
DVD of "White Christmas", which was Alex's mom's favorite Christmas
movie.

when the movie ended, it was almost midnight.  Alex's mother asked him to
see if the news was still on, but it wasn't.  Midnight Mass at the
Vatican, with the pope was on.  We watched that for a few minutes, then,
when the grandfather clock struck midnight, my mother got up and wished
everyone a "Merry Christmas!" and said we needed to get home.  We all got
up then and wished each other a "Merry Christmas!", then, agreeing to
meet back at Alex's for Christmas presents and breakfast later in the
morning, we said "Good night" and left.

                  *                   *                     *

As I crawled into bed a few minutes later, I wondered what Ryan was
doing.  Just as I picked up my cell phone to call him, it started playing
"Born to be my Baby!" - the ring tone I'd "associated" with calls from
his cell.

Grinning, I flipped it open and said, "Hey Babe!  I was just picking up
my phone to call you!  Merry Christmas!"

"Cool!  And Merry Christmas back at ya!" Ryan replied.  He sounded happy.

"How's it going?" I asked.

"So fantastic, I can't begin to tell you!" he cried so loudly that it
caused me to jerk the phone away from my ear.

"OK," I said, cautiously putting the phone back to my ear.  "I'm glad to
hear it, but - try not to blast my eardrum out!"

Giggling, Ryan said, "Sorry!  It's just, I'm so excited!"

"OK, I give - why are you so excited?" I asked.

"I'm 'out'!" Ryan said softly, in a voice filled with excitement.

"Huh?" I asked, not initially understanding what he meant.

"I'M OUT!" he cried, loudly again, again causing me to jerk the phone
from my ear.

Suddenly I understood what he meant and my eyes opened wide.

I slammed the phone to my ear and cried, "You told your parents
already????"

"Yup!" Ryan said.

Then, before I could reply, he chortled, "And they're OK with it!!!!"

"Really?" I cried, incredulously.

"Yesss!!!!" Ryan cried.

"Um... why'd you tell them already?" I asked.  Realizing then, that he'd
told them earlier than we'd planned.

"Couldn't help it," he said.  "Someone saw my ring and asked about it in
front of them.  I avoided answering them, but later my parents asked me
about it."

"Oh my God!  You must've been dying!" I said, remembering how I'd felt
when mine and Alex's mom both seemed about to ask about it at dinner the
night before.

"At first I was, but then my mother said, 'you can tell us anything.
We'll always love you no matter what!' - well, I lost it then and there
were a lot of tears and fears on my part as the dam burst and everything
flooded out of me.  I just started talking and couldn't shut up til I'd
told them everything!  That I was gay!  That I have a boyfriend - you!
All about you of course and how wonderful you are!  Everything!" he said.

"Oh My God!  What was their reaction when you were done?" I asked.

"Well, my dad didn't look happy.  He didn't look unhappy though either.
He just kept looking at me as if he was thinking.  Mom right away said it
was OK, and that they still loved me, and it doesn't matter to them!  I
tell you - I felt a HUGE weight lifting off my shoulders then!" Ryan
said.

"I bet!  But... what'd your father say?" I asked.

"Well, he started with, 'What your mother said is true Ryan, no matter
what, you're our boy and we love you!  And we're happy you finally felt
you could be honest with us!  It means a lot to us to know you trust us
enough to share this with us!  I'm not going to lie to you though and
tell you we're happy you're gay!  We're not unhappy either though.  We've
talked about this and what we feel most, is concern for your well-being.
We know that it's not going to be easy for you!  A lot of people in
Society will condemn you!  Some might even try to hurt you!  You need to
be very careful!  And then - there's AIDS too!  You need to be very
careful that way too Ryan!  We want you to be happy, but also, we want
you to be healthy and safe too!'" Ryan said.

"Wow!" I said.  "Sounds like he took it pretty well!"

"They both did!" Ryan said.  "And, I'm so happy!  Oh - and afterward I
told them more about you, and they can't wait to meet you too!"

"Wow!" I said.  "That's all so cool!"

"I know," Ryan said.  He was quiet for a second, then asked, "So, you
didn't tell you mom yet, did you?"

"Nope, not yet," I said.  "We were busy all day and evening."

I told Ryan quickly about the snow, hanging out with Alex, dinner, church
and the pageant, and the movie afterward.

"Well, I know we were gonna wait til after Christmas, and Christmas Day
is just starting, it's just, they kinda cornered me, that's why I told
earlier than we'd said," Ryan said.

"It's OK Babe - I don't mind that you did it earlier than we said.  And
it's GREAT how it turned out for you!" I said.

"I know it'll be fine for you too!" Ryan said then.  "I can feel it!"

"I sure hope so," I said.  "I mean, my Mom's cool... but... I don't
really know how she'll feel about this!"

"It'll be fine - really!" Ryan said confidently.

We talked about it for a few minutes longer.  Then, having said
everything there was to say, there was a lull in the conversation for a
moment.

"So... feel like having a little fun?" Ryan asked.

I chuckled and said, "Yeah, but you're there, and I'm here!"

Laughing too, Ryan said, "I know - but I meant like yesterday!"

Grinning I said, "I guess I'm 'up' for it!"

"Cool!  Get your lube out then Brotha!" Ryan replied, chuckling!

Laughing, I reached for the drawer of my nightstand and got my tube of KY
jelly out.

               *                     *                      *

A minute later, we'd both set our cell phones to "speaker" and were each
sliding a slippery hand up and down our rods, and a slippery finger or
two in and out of our assholes, as we grunted, gasped, and moaned happily
to each other.

"Fuck I wish it was your cock sliding in and out of me!" Ryan gasped.

"Mmmmmmmmm..." I moaned, recalling how wonderful it felt when my penis
was moving in and out of Ryan's hot, slick hole.  I so wished he was
there, and I was on top of him pushing in and out of him, as we kissed
each other passionately!  Just the thought of it caused my juices to
churn.

"Ooohhh!!" Ryan groaned then.  "I'm not gonna be able to hold out too
long tonight!"

"Me either," I said, as I felt my love juice moving inside me, and a
large drop of pre-cum oozed from my piss slit.

"What're you thinking about?" Ryan asked.

"We're in bed, doing it missionary.  Your legs are up over my shoulders
and I'm long-dicking you, slow and deep, and at the same time, we're in a
lip-lock!  I can taste your toothpaste, and smell your skin and hair!" I
said.

"Fuck!  I so wish we were doing that right now!" Ryan said.  "I can feel
your meat moving in and out of me!  It's rubbing my prostate!"

"Oh yeah!" I drawled, as my hand slid up and down my engorged organ.  I
pressed on my own prostate a little harder then too.  More pre-cum flowed
from my slit.

"Oh God!" Ryan cried a moment later, and I heard his hand speed up then.

My cock surged with the knowledge my boyfriend was about to blow his
load, and I felt my jism rising within me.

"I'm gonna cum!" Ryan whimpered frantically then.

As I felt my own orgasm starting to really build up quickly as well, I
tried my best to hold it back!

"AW!!!!! Mmmmmmmm..." Ryan grunted and moaned happily.  I knew he'd blown
his first load.  I so wished I was there to quickly lap it up!

"Ohhhhh....." Ryan groaned a moment later, as he apparently came again.
I could picture in my mind, how contorted with ecstasy his face looked.

I'd been valiantly fighting to hold off my own orgasm as long as I could,
but finally, I couldn't any longer.

"AWwwwwwww!!!" I groaned, as my asshole closed tightly around my finger,
and huge glob of cum shot through my urethra, and blasted from my cock,
streaking through the air.  It landed in a big wet sploch on my throat.
Immediately I felt warm wetness leaking down the right side of my neck.

"Mmmmmm...." Ryan moaned with ecstasy.

"Mmmmmmm...." I agreed, as I shot another stream of jism, which landed in
a thick streak on my chest.

We both continued jacking off, and finger-fucking our holes, as we each
ejaculated a few more times, before our orgasms finally waned.

"Damn that was fine!" Ryan said, panting softly when we'd both finished.

"Oh yeah!" I agreed, as a pleasant warmth spread through me.  Smiling, I
reached for some tissues.

I heard Ryan ripping Kleenex from a box as well.

We both cleaned ourselves up, then talked a few more minutes.  Finally,
after we'd both yawned several times, we wished each other a "Merry
Christmas!" and said we loved each other, then we hung up.

As I lay there, marveling over Ryan's "coming-out" to his parents, and
worrying about how things would go when I did the same with my mother, I
thought I'd never get any sleep.  A few minutes later though, I was out
like a light.

                   *                   *                    *

Christmas morning, I awoke to my mother knocking on my door.

"Hey!" She called in.  "It's time to get up!  We're due next door in a
half hour!  And by the way - 'Merry Christmas!'!

"Mmmm... 'Merry merry'!" I groaned, drowsily.

A moment later, I stretched and yawned.  Yawning again, I rubbed my face.

I lay still for a few minutes, then finally got up.  I padded over and
looked out the window.  More snow!  Great!

Slowly, I trudged to the door, grabbed a house coat and put it on, then
went across the hall to the bathroom.

I sat down on the toilet and took a leisurely, albeit, large dump.  After
wiping myself, I got up, flushed, and stepped over to the sink.  Then, I
shaved and brushed my teeth.  Finally, I got into the shower, where the
spray of water, instantly woke me up the rest of the way!  Quickly I
washed all over.

Of course, as I washed my genitals, my dick hardened.  Smiling, I slid my
soapy hand up and down it a minute, enjoying the feelings I was
creating.  Before I knew it, I felt my orgasm building already.  Smiling,
I clutched my testicles with my left hand and began kneading them, and
sped up my right hand a little.  Less than a minute later, I was being
wracked with spasms of joy, as I sprayed the shower curtain with cum.

When my orgasm ended, my sinuses felt clearer, and I felt warm and
wonderful all over.  Grinning to myself, I rinsed off, and hosed down the
shower curtain, before shutting the water off.

Quickly I toweled dry, then used the hair dryer to dry my hair.  Then I
donned my house coat and went back to my room, where I dressed quickly.

A minute later, when I walked into the kitchen, my mother said, "It's
about time.  C'mon!  Alex will be chomping at the bit to open his
presents!"

I chuckled and said, "Just let me grab some coffee first!"

"There's no time for that now!" Mom replied.

"I'll bring it with me then," I said, as I pulled down a large mug off a
shelf in the cupboard.

"Well, at least it won't all go to waste then," my mother said, glancing
at the almost full pot of it sitting on the coffee maker's burner, as she
buttoned her coat.

Quickly I poured myself some coffee and put some cream in it.

"OK, I'm set!" I said, grabbing my jacket.

I stepped into my boots, without lacing them, and slipped my jacket on,
then grabbed my coffee, and a large bag of presents off the table.

We set off then across the driveway, through about a foot of snow, to
Alex's house.

                  *                  *                   *

"We're gonna have to shovel again!" Alex said, morosely, as he held the
door open for us.

I chuckled and said, "Yup!  But... presents first!"

He perked up then, and said, "Cool!  I was hoping we could do them
first!"

Everyone laughed as we walked into the living room, to the glistening,
waiting Christmas tree, with its heaps of presents underneath it.
Christmas music was playing, and a cheerful fire was crackling in the
fireplace.  Outside the window, some flurries of snow were still floating
down from the sky.  It was the perfect yuletide scene!

"So Santa dropped your stocking off over here this year!" Alex said,
smiling in a smirking way.

"Oh?" I said, furrowing my brow.

Alex pointed at he mantle and smiled.  Sure enough, my Christmas stocking
was hanging there, next to his.  And, it was full too!

"Well, the fat man's pretty smart I guess!  Or he eavesdrops on our
conversations!" I said, chuckling.

"Don't be talking about St. Nick like that Jon!" Alex's mother said, in a
reprimanding tone.

"Yes!" my mother added, looking down her nose at me.  "You never know if
next year he might pass you by!"

As everyone chuckled, Alex lifted our stockings off the mantle hooks and
handed me mine.

The two of us spent a few minutes, happily emptying our stockings of all
kinds of goodies, candies, and trinkets then.

When we were finished, Alex's mother suggested we get right to the
presents under the tree.

"YES!" Alex cried, and he leaped toward the tree.

"OR..." his mother said, loudly, and then paused until we all had turned
to look at her.  Then she added, "we could have breakfast first!  Before
we open them!"

"MMMaaahhhmmm!!!" Alex whined, crossly, as the three of us grinned and
laughed.

"Oh alright!" his mother said finally, grinning.

Alex smiled again, and finished diving for the floor in front of the
tree.

"Alex!" his mother snapped, feigning a look of disapproval.  "Let our
guests open their presents first!"

I had brought along my digital camera and had it out and ready, so I
quickly snapped a shot of Alex, as he spun around and looked
incredulously at his mother.  The look of surprised exasperation on
Alex's face was priceless!  The three of us broke up roaring with
laughter.  Alex didn't find being at the butt of his mother's joke quite
as amusing though!

"I could say something!" he sneered, looking at his mother with slitted
eyes and a puss on.

"Well, now that wouldn't be very nice!" she replied.  "I wonder if Santa
has a way of watching everyone Christmas morning?  Can't you just see him
sitting there at his breakfast table at the north Pole, with a remote in
his hand, watching a gazillion TV screens.  And if he sees any boy or
girl mis-behaving - he could just press a button, and automatically the
toy the were opening disappears - because they were BAD!"

Alex stared at his mother blandly, while my mother and I laughed again.

"Just start pulling them out Alex!" my mother said finally, as his mother
looked on smiling.

Grinning, Alex pulled out a stack of presents and began handing them
out.  Shortly, he had all the presents pulled out, and distributed, and
everyone had a pile in front of them.  Predictably, his was the biggest
stack, and he was sitting behind it glowing with happy anticipation as we
started ripping the wrapping off.

Initially, as Alex unwrapped his gifts, his smile faded when the first
few presents were all items of clothing.  I saw his mother smirking
though, and realized that she'd packed up a few necessities, to bulk up
his stack of presents, and also maybe to let him know that now that he
was growing up, not ALL his presents would be toys and fun things!  A few
minutes later, things changed, and Alex let out a gleeful yell when he
opened a package containing a video game he'd wanted.

With lots of ripping of paper, eclaimations of surprise and delight,
"Thank yous", and several giggles, our unwrapping continued, until
everything had been opened, and we were all sitting on the floor amidst a
sea of torn wrapping paper, ribbons, bows, and stacks of gifts we'd
received.

We'd all received several "practical" items we'd needed, like hats,
gloves, socks, underwear, shirts, and jeans.

Additionally, we'd both given our mothers some fun gifts as well.  We
each gave them some perfume and a pair of earrings.  I'd gotten them both
a couple of cook books I knew they'd been eyeing.  Alex had given them
CD's of dinner music, and some candles to go along with it.  Together,
we'd also gotten them each some new house plants, and some herb plants
for the kitchen.

Alex had received several video games, some books, CDS and DVDs.  I too
had received some of the same.  I'd also gotten some car supplies, car
wash coupon books, and gasoline gift cards.  My gift to Alex had been a
new skateboard he'd wanted, to replace his old one which was about ready
to split in half.

"You need to pick out your own Helmet though," I'd said when he opened
the envelope attached to the box, which held a gift certificate to a
local sporting goods store.  Then, I chuckled and added "I wasn't sure
how fat your head is!"

"You jerk!" he cried.

I chuckled and said, "make sure you get it and wear it whenever you're on
that thing!  I don't want to you breaking your head and ending up a
vegetable!"

"Thank you!" his mother mouthed to me, looking appreciative.

Alex of course scowled at me.

"Oh what a shame to waste all this paper so!" my mother said, hoping to
change the subject, so there wouldn't be a fight between Alex and his
mother on Christmas.

She reached for a large piece of wrapping paper that didn't look wrinkled
or torn.  Carefully, she pulled a couple pieces of tape off an edge, then
started folding it.

"I think we can save this piece," she said.

Alex's mother picked up another piece and followed suit, while I told
Alex to start gathering up the bows, and started picking up pieces of
ribbon myself.

It didn't take too long for us to pick up the bows, ribbons, and
re-usable paper.  Then, while the women went to make our breakfast, Alex
and I gathered up the rest, and stuffed into a box that was going to be
thrown out.

As we worked, Alex chattered animatedly about his gifts.

When we were finished, I sat down on the couch, and Alex plopped down
next to me.  He had a funny look on his face as he looked at me.

"You OK?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said, turning a little pink-faced.

As I studied him, he leaned closer and said in a very low tone, "Um... I
doubt this'll fly, but... well... if you wanta come upstairs with me,
I'll give you an even better Christmas present!"

He looked dubiously, but hopefully at me then.

Glancing down, I noticed that his crotch was bulging prominently.
Instantly, my own penis lurched into action, and began expanding.

When I looked back at him, he was still looking hopefully at me.

Sighing, I smiled and leaned closer and said lowly, "Thanks for the
lovely offer Alex, but as horny as both of us are, you know what my
answer has to be!"

Alex's expression turned from wishful to accepting, but sad.

"I know," He said, in a depressed tone.

"It's not that I don't want to, and you know that," I said.  "But I know
you care about not hurting Vincent, as much as I care about not hurting
Ryan too!"

"I know," Alex said, scowling a little.  "It's just... well... we're like
brothers!  Why isn't there some rule that brothers can still do it, even
if they have boyfriends???"

I chuckled and said, "listen we need to remember how lucky we've been to
have had each other all this time already!  And... we're still brothers!
We still have each other in our lives, and we'll always be brothers!"

"I know," Alex said again.  He looked at me and smiled a little.  "I just
wish I could still have all of you!  Especially right now!  I'm so
fucking horned up, I just want us to run up to my room, and have you give
me your dick up the ass!"

Again, my dick, which was now fully hard, and bent uncomfortably in my
pants, surged with desire.

"Alex!  Please!" I hissed.  "I'm just as horny as you are!  Talking about
it's only gonna make it worse for us though!"

Alex looked down at my crotch and grinned.  I noticed his penis pulse
slightly, as he flexed it.  Suddenly his hand moved to my crotch and he
laid it over my lump, which flexed involuntarily, as he gave me a
squeeze.  A huge grin spread across his face, and his dick flexed
violently in his pants.

"Breakfast!" my mother called just then from the dining room, before I
was able to say or do anything.

Alex's smile instantly dissipated.  I reached over and gently grasped his
wrist, and pulled his hand from my crotch.  He looked up at me and looked
profoundly sad.

"We can't," I said.  "And not just because it's time for breakfast."

"I know," he said, sadly.

I got up then and said, "c'mon, let's eat.  Then we have snow to move!"

Slowly Alex got up too, and followed me into the dining room.

"Why so glum?" Alex's mother asked, as we sat down.

I looked at Alex, and he still looked sad.

"He's depressed that we have all this snow to move!" I said, smiling.

The women chuckled, and even Alex smiled.

We dug in then to the plates heaped with stacks of blueberry pancakes,
smothered in butter and maple syrup, with side dishes of crispy bacon.

After we'd eaten, it had stopped snowing finally, so Alex and I again
went out and cleared the driveways and walks.

                  *                    *                    *

Once we were done moving the snow, Alex and I decided to play some of his
new video games.  Even though he had all the appropriate gaming systems
at his house, he wanted to go to our house for some reason, so we did.

Once we were there, it didn't take me long to realize why Alex had wanted
to go to our house to play.  He wanted to get me alone!  My mother was
over at his house, so we'd be alone.  And even if the women returned to
our house, we were up in my room, with the door closed anyway.

Shortly after we'd started playing a game, where he had to take turns, I
noticed while Alex was taking his turn, that the crotch of his jeans was
seriously tenting.  Of course, this set off a similar reaction in my
pants too!  Whenever I get aroused, my nipples become stiff and pointed
as well, and this particular time was no exception.  Apparently Alex
noticed my arousal while I was taking my turn, because, then next thing I
knew, he'd reached over and begun rubbing his fingertip over my right
nipple, which was prominently standing at attention under my T-shirt,
which was all I was wearing!

"Alex!" I cried, both frustrated that he'd caused me to screw up my turn
in the game, and a little upset that he seemed to be continuing to try
and seduce me whenever he got the chance, even though he knew how I felt
about not wanting to cheat on Ryan.

Alex just smiled and continued rubbing my nipple.  I saw the bulge in his
pants expand and hold it's slightly larger size for a second, before he
relaxed and his lump returned to its normal size.  Obviously, he was
becoming more aroused as he played with me.

Regardless of my feelings over what he was doing, I couldn't stop myself
from feeling a wave of pleasure spread rapidly throughout my body.  What
I really wanted to do was push Alex off me, rip all his clothes off, rip
my own off, lube up and stuff my cock up his ass and fuck the hell out of
him!

Of course... that wasn't going to happen though.  Even as I thought about
how much pleasure it would give both of us, Ryan's face floated through
my thoughts.  Oddly this time he didn't look upset.  Instead, his face
just wore an expectant expression, as if he knew nothing that was
happening was my fault, and that I would stop things and not take them
any further.

Apparently, I thought about all this too long, because Alex took my
inaction as if I was finally giving into him.  Suddenly, as I
contemplated how to stop him without hurting his feelings, I felt his
hand close around the lump in my crotch, and he began gently kneading my
genitals.

"Ohhhh!!" I gasped, when he squeezed me the first time.

Alex smiled, and again, must've taken my exclaimation as approval, as he
began squeezing my hardon more firmly, and a little quicker.  I so wanted
to let him continue, but sadly, I knew I couldn't.

I reached down and firmly grasped both of Alex's wrists and removed his
hands from my body.

"You know we can't be doing this Alex!" I said, looking at him.

A look of extreme disappointment spread over his face.  At the same time,
I could see that he was in a state of heightened arousal.  His nostrils
flared with each breath he took, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw
his penis flexing intermittently against the fabric of his jeans.

"Oh come on!" Alex cried.  "I'm so fucking horny I can't stand it!  Just
this once!  We don't ever have to tell them about it!  And you can't say
you don't want to do it too!  I can tell you do!  C'mon - let's give each
other a Christmas present!  PLLEEEAASE!!!"

He started to reach for my crotch again, but before he touched me I
caught his hand and pushed it away.

"I said No!" I said, more firmly.

Alex stared at me for a moment - upset.  His look even made me think he
felt betrayed!  At the same time, he was clearly still highly aroused.
His breathing was heavy.  His nostrils continued flaring.  And he had a
hungry look in his eyes.  As we sat looking at one another, obviously at
an impasse, I realized he'd never looked sexier to me then he did at that
very moment! Of course, that thought did nothing for me, except frustrate
me even more.

For a moment, I actually considered what Alex had proposed.  Then an
image of Ryan's face hovered in front of me.  He looked a little worried
this time.

"I can't do what you want me to Alex!  You know how I feel!  Believe me -
I've considered what you're suggesting, but I just can't Alex!" I said.

Alex's face clearly wore a betrayed look then.

Suddenly he stood up.  Then facing me, looking right into my eyes, he
rapidly unbuckled his belt, opened his jeans, and shoved them and his
boxers to the floor.  When he stood up, his penis, which was rigid yet,
was pointing right at me.  The tip of it was moist already.  Alex wrapped
his hand around his shaft and began masturbating then.

"How can you just ignore this?" he asked, a hurt, yet passionate look in
his eyes.

I felt my cock flex violently, as he stood before me jerking off.

"You know how I feel.  You know it's not you.  God knows I'd love nothing
more than to grab you, grease my cock up, and put it inside you right
now!" I said.  Alex's face lit up for a moment, until I continued with,
"But... I can't be unfaithful to Ryan!  And I don't think you want to be
unfaithful to Vincent either!"

As I spoke, Alex's hand was still in motion on his cock, but it had
slowed down slightly as he listened to me.  As we stared at each other
for a moment afterward, he continued moving his fist up and down his
rod.  After a moment I noticed his face beginning to darken, and his
nostrils flaring larger still.

"Fine!" he snapped finally.  As he continued looking at me, he began
beating off faster.

Within less than a half minute, I saw the expression on Alex's face
change.  His orgasm was obviously approaching.

Suddenly, as he continued slamming his hand up and down his stiff rod,
his eyes widened, and he began to look about the room with a somewhat
frantic look on his face.

Suddenly he saw a pair of my dirty boxers laying on the floor in a
corner.  Deftly he bent and scooped them up.  Then, while I watched, he
folded them into a pad.  A moment later, he sped up his handjob, and held
my wadded up boxers under the tip of his penis.

"OH!!!!!!!!!!!" Alex gasped suddenly, as his body tensed, and his balls
pulled right up agains his body.

A good-sized glob of semen spurted out of his piss slit, landing in the
center of my wadded up shorts, which he was still holding in fron to
him.  I felt my own pre-cum leaking out my own piss slit then.

"Mmmmmm...." Alex moaned, closing his eyes, and tilting his head back, as
another glob of cum flowed out his penis, into my shorts.

As I sat watching Alex, he continued jerking off, intermittently groaning
happily, as he emitted more and more jism, which saturated my boxers that
he was using to catch it in.

Eventually, Alex's orgasm ended.  When it did, he opened his eyes and
looked at me and smiled.

"Too bad you didn't join me, it was great!" he said.  "And I can see you
could've used it!"

As I looked at him, I knew he was right.  I needed to get off - badly.

"Just get cleaned up!" I said.  Then I got up and left the room.
Quickly I crossed the hallway and entered the bathroom, closing the door
behind me.  Swiftly I stepped over to the sink, ripped my jeans down and
grasped my cock, which I then began swiftly stroking.

It only took about a minute before I felt my orgasm rising.  It rose
rapidly too.

Suddenly, I peaked.  My body went rigid, and I stopped moving for a split
second, trying to hold my climax back.  It was no use!  It was too late!

I groaned deeply, as I felt my body explode with joy!  A large glob of
cum shot forcefully from my dick, and landed in the sink in front of me,
where I was aiming it.

I continued rapidly masturbating, spasming with pleasure every second or
two, and adding more and more streaks of semen to the sink.

Eventually, I finished.  It was then I noticed off to the side, and
behind me a little, that the bathroom door was open, and Alex was
standing in it grinning at me.  He'd been watching me as I jacked off!

When he saw that I'd noticed him, he grinned and said, "Bet you feel
better now too!"

I wasn't happy that he'd been watching me, but decided to leave well
enough along.   After all, it wasn't like he'd never seen me in the
throes of passion before!  So, I just smiled and nod slightly, before I
reached for some tissues to clean myself up with.

When I was done, and had cleaned the sink, I pulled up my boxers and
jeans and said, "Let's go play that game now.... but Alex - no more of
this - OK?"

Alex's face turned sober.  He contemplated me for a moment, then finally
nodded sadly at me.  Even though I knew he had Vincent in his life, I
realized then that his relationshipe with Vincent apparently wasn't as
strong as mine and Ryan's was, and I couldn't help but feel bad for him.
As we returned to my room, I grabbed his shoulder and squeezed it.  He
stopped a looked back at me and smiled sadly again.

When we laid down on my bed to finally start to play the video game, I
pulled him over to me and said, "Doesn't mean we still can be close like
brothers!"

Alex smiled a genuinely happy smile then, and snuggled comfortably into
the crook of my arm.

A few minutes later, we were both engrossed in the video game.

                 *                *              *

While Alex and I spent the afternoon in my room, gaming, our mothers
spent the afternoon in the kitchen, sharing a bottle of wine, as they
prepared our Christmas feast, which we would be having at our house!

Eventually, about when Alex and I were starting to tire of gaming, we
heard my mother call up to us to come down for dinner.  I hollered that
we'd be right there.

We quickly finished our game, then ran across the hall to the bathroom to
wash up.  While Alex washed his hands, I took a leak, then afterward, he
used the toilet while I washed up.

"Why'd you bother washing your hands if you were going to pee?" I asked,
as I lathered my hands up.

"Didn't realize I had to go, til you went!" he said, smiling a little
dopily at me.

I snorted and chuckled as he shook a couple drops of urine from the tip
of his penis, as he finished up.

I quickly rinsed, and grabbed a towel, as Alex stowed his cock back in
his pants and zipped up.  Then he flushed and stepped back over to the
sink, and re-washed his hands.

A minute later, we were pounding down the stairs.

"Just in time!" My mother said, smiling, as she walked into the dining
room with a bottle of wine.  "Will you pour for us?"

"Sure," I grinned, taking the bottle from her.

Alex was happy to see a glass at his place as well.  As I poured our
wine, the ladies brought in dishes of food, and set them on the table.
There was roast beef, twice baked potatoes, green beans almondine, corn,
salad, and rolls & butter.

"Smells Great!" Alex said, smiling appreciatively at our mothers.

"Well thank you Alex," my mother said.

"Yes dear!" Alex's mom said.  "Let's all sit down and eat!"

Alex and I didn't need to be told twice.  Quickly we pulled out our
chairs and sat down.  A few minutes later, the food had been passed
around and we all fell to, eating.

Our conversation was limited at first, as we were all concentrating on
eating the delicious food.  But after a few minutes, our hunger became
appeased, and everyone started talking again.

As Alex finished telling our mothers about something to do with the video
game we'd been playing, I was caught completely off guard when his mother
suddenly changed the subject.

Just as I put a large forkful of roast beef in my mouth, Alex's mother
said in an overly casual way, "That's a very handsome ring Jon!  Is it
new?"

I felt myself freeze, and my eyes open wider, just as I stuffed my mouth
full of food.  Opposite me, Alex froze and his eyes widened as well.

Suddenly, the food in my mouth shifted and slid further back into my
mouth - too far back, and I felt like I was choking.  I gagged, but
managed to push it back in the front of my mouth, without spitting it
out.  I chewed furiously then, trying to clear my mouth, as well as
trying to stall while I came up with an answer, as Alex stared at me,
somewhat horror-struck, and our mother's looked concerned that I was
choking.

A few seconds later, I was able to chew my food adequately and swallow.
Quickly, I reached for my glass of wine, and took a large gulp.

As I sat back breathing, my mother said, "Are you alright dear?"

"Uh huh," I gasped, nodding.

Alex was still staring at me, wondering if I was going to be able to
avoid his mother's question, due to nearly choking.

"Don't take such huge mouthfuls!" my mother chided me.  "I've told you
that before!"

"Sorry," I said.  Then, hoping to change the subject, I added "It's just
it all tastes so good!"

"I'm sorry my question shook you up so," Alex's mother said, reaching
over and squeezing my arm gently.

"That's OK," I said.  I reached for my water glass then and took a gulp
of that this time.

Both women looked at me concerned for a moment yet, until I said, "I'm OK
- Really!"

When I grinned at them, they both relaxed and smiled again.

"So... where DID you get that ring anyway?" My mother asked, apparently
not wanting Alex's mother's question to go unaswered.  "I've noticed it
now several times since the night you came home, and have been wondering
about it too."

The women both looked benignly at me, as if they were mildly curious, but
that the answer wouldn't really matter.

"Ummmmmm..." I hesitated, not knowing what to say.

Suddenly Alex started coughing like crazy.

"ALEX!" his mother cried.

Both women looked at him, as he now appeared to be choking too.  As he
coughed he looked at me, and I realized he was faking it.

"My goodness!" my mother said, when Alex finally stopped coughing.  "Are
you alright dear?"

"Yes???" his mother said.  "Did you take too big a bite too?"

Alex shrugged and nodded a little, and croaked, "maybe.... can I have
some more wine?"

His glass was sitting in front of him, empty.

Both women's eyebrows shot up.  Quickly I grabbed the bottle and reached
for Alex's glass.

"ONLY HALF!" his mother cried, as I started to pour.  "He was only
supposed to have ONE glass!"

"OH!" I said, letting the glass fill 3/4 of the way, before I stopped and
sat the bottle down.  "Um... sorry!"

"Well," his mother said.  "It's alright, he's gotten bigger I guess...
and it is Christmas I guess."

"They say that some red wine aids the digestion too!" I said, hoping to
keep the conversation away from my ring.

Across the table from me, Alex smiled quickly, then took a big gulp of
wine.

"Sip it dear!  Wine isn't meant to be guzzled!" his mother reprimanded.
"Besides, that's all you're getting tonight!"

She turned back to me then, and I saw her eyes move to my hand.

Before she could speak I said, "You'd be suprised at how many of the
girls on campus like wine!  They say all the college kids used to drink
was beer, but now, the girls all seem to want wine!  The guys all drink
beer yet though."

As I rambled on, I pulled my hand down into my lap.

"'ALL' the guys drink beer?  Just how much beer do you drink at school?"
my mother suddenly asked.

"OH!" I said, tinging a little pink.  "Don't worry Mom.  Me and Ry-"

I stopped and my eyes widened.  I'd almost blabbed that Ryan and I spent
all our time in bed together, rather than partying!

As I got over my shock, I realized everyone was staring at me.

"Ummmm..." I shook my head and a little slower said, "Me and Ryan are too
busy studying to party like most of the others do!"

"Oh really?" my mother said, raising an eyebrow and looking at me
questioningly.

"Really!" I cried, defensively.  "If you don't believe me - look at my
marks!  I made the Dean's list for Christ's sake!"

"Calm down Sweetie!" Mom said, smiling.  "I believe you.  I was just
teasing you!  And I'm very proud of how well you're doing at school!  I
must remember to thank this Ryan for whatever it is he's doing to keep
you on the straight and narrow!"

Alex really choked then on a mouthful of wine and sprayed it back into
the glass when she said that.  He looked across the table then at me,
with an incredulous look on his face.  As he was about to burst into
laughter, I glared at him.  The women both stared at him, wondering what
his problem was.  Suddenly then, his mother reached for his wine glass.

"That'll be enough wine for you tonight I think!" she said looking
somewhat sternly at him, and taking the glass from him.

Alex's look of incredulity disappeared, and instantly he looked mortified
instead.  He wasn't drunk, but he couldn't tell his mother why he'd
choked and spluttered on his wine either.

"But Maaahmmm!" Alex whined.

"Alex!" she said sharply.

Looking disappointed over being cheated out of his wine, Alex, looked
down at his plate and quietly resumed eating.

I was about to open my mouth to try and defend Alex, but my mother looked
pointedly at me, so I shut my mouth and leaned against the chair back.

"So you're not going to tell us about your ring, are you?" Alex's mother
said, looking at me and smiling curiously.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my mother looking intently at
me.

Alex was looking at me with big eyes again.  He also looked frustrated
that all the discussion and choking episodes we'd used to try to divert
our mothers from talking about my ring, hadn't worked.  All they'd done
was lost him his glass of wine.  It hadn't stopped them at all.

Feeling a little frustrated myself, I looked at her and said in a
slightly icy tone, "No, I'm not!"

Alex's mother looked a little taken aback.  Alex looked horrified, and
out of the corner of my eye, I could see a surprised look on my mother's
face.

Quietly I returned to my dinner, leaving my hand, with the ring in
question on it, laying hidden in my lap.

"Oh!" Alex's mother, said, after a moment.  "Uh... I'm sorry Jon, I
didn't mean to pry."

Suddenly I felt a toe hit my shin.  My head swiveled toward my mother,
who'd obviously kicked me.  She had a shocked, and somewhat mortified
look on her face, but the look in her eyes told me clearly that she
disapproved of how I'd replied.

I looked at Alex's mother, and said, "I'm sorry if I was just rude, I
really didn't mean to be."

She smiled at me and said, "That's alright Jon.  You have a right to your
privacy.  I shouldn't have been prodding you so much."

I smiled slightly at her.  Then, as I returned to eating again, I saw a
look pass between the two women.  I couldn't tell the meaning of it, but
they were clearly communicating silently about what had just taken place.

"So why don't you tell us about your adventures getting the Christmas
Tree?" my mother said suddenly, addressing Alex in particular - obviously
trying to change the subject.

Alex quickly jumped into the conversation, and started telling about how
we'd gone to White's for the tree, and chosen it, and brought it home.

When he finished, he looked at his mother, in front of whom was sitting
his unfinished half glass of wine.

Quietly he said, "See Mom?  I'm not drunk....  can't I please finish my
wine???"

His mother looked at him, then at my mother.  Again the two exchanged
looks.  I wondered just how often they had communicated that way in the
past, that I hadn't noticed.  A moment later, Alex's mother directed a
stern look at Alex, as she handed him the glass back.  Alex couldn't help
grinning triumphantly though.

Silently I smiled down at my plate.  My mother did too.

The rest of the evening went smoothly, without any further outbursts from
anyone.  Occasionally, I caught our mother's looking curiously at my
ring, but neither made any further mention of it.

After an evening of watching more Christmas specials on TV and playing
Monopoly together, Alex and his mother left.

                *                   *                    *

After they were gone, my mother flopped down onto the couch right next to
me.  I could tell she was looking at my ring.  I didn't know what to do,
so I sat frozen, hoping she'd say nothing about it.  I wasn't to be that
lucky though.

"That ring must have some important meaning for you to snap at Alex's
mother like you did at dinner when she asked you about it," she said.
Then she looked up at me.

"Do we really have to do this now?" I asked, praying she'd say no.

She didn't though.

"What does it matter WHEN we talk about it?" she asked curiously, picking
up my hand and pulling it up to her face to take a closer look at the
ring.

"Well -" I started, but broke off.

She looked at me curiously.

"It's just I didn't want to talk about it til after Christmas!" I said.

"Well," She said, still studying the ring carefully.  "Christmas is
pretty much over now.  Besides, what does it matter WHEN we talk about
it?

As I sat there silently trying to decide what to do, she again smiled and
said, "It certainly is a beautiful ring.  I must have a special
significance!"

Finally then, even though it was still christmas day, I knew I couldn't
avoid telling my mother about Ryan anymore.

"It does," I said, as I felt the contents of my stomach beginning to
churn, as my insides twisted up.

"And you feel you can't share what it means with me?" she asked.

I could see she looked a little upset.  She looked a little betrayed, but
mostly sad, that I felt I couldn't confide in her.

"You don't really want to know," I said finally.

At first, she looked confused.  Then, suddenly he expression became
worried.

"No!  It's not a gang thing or anything - I'm not doing anything wrong!"
I said, realizing she was imaging what she thought was the worst possible
scenario.

"Then why can't you tell me?" she asked, appearing relaxed, but hurt
again.

I looked at her as my emotions roiled around inside me.

"Can it wait til Christmas is completely over?" I asked finally.

"I'm not going to force you to talk about it Jon," she said. "You don't
have to tell me about it at all.  But... I thought we didn't have any
secrets from one another.  I guess I was wrong."

I could see she was very hurt, and I felt tears welling in my eyes.

"It's not that I want to hide it!" I cried, in an anguished voice.  "I
just don't want to hurt you!"

"How can this ring hurt me?" she asked, looking confused.

I felt my emotions ripping into shreds inside me as I looked at her.

Suddenly, her expression changed, as if she'd just realized something.
 "OH!" she said, her eyes getting bigger for a moment.  She looked
questioningly at me then.

I felt like I was going to burst into tears.

For an instant I saw a look of sad resignation cross her face.  Then,
she smiled a little, breathed in deeply, and said softly, "Jon, I will
always love you no matter what you do in your life, or how things turn
out for you! Please don't feel that you're ever a disappointment to me!
You're not.  You're the love of my life, and the apple of my eye, and you
always will be!  No strings!  All I ask is that you be honest with me,
AND with yourself! Live your life truly as you wish to, and be happy.
Just do it safely!  And I'll always be there for you, and I'll always
love you!"

I knew she knew then.  As I looked at her, I suddenly couldn't take it
any longer.  Without warning I lost it.  I turned to her, and buried my
face against her shoulder and burst into tears.

As I held onto my mother sobbing, she wrapped her arms around me and held
me tightly, rubbing her hands up and down my back, telling me it was
alright.

Eventually, I calmed down and stopped crying.  After a couple minutes, I
pulled away from her, and looked dully at the floor.

After a minute, guiltily I looked up at her.  She was watching me.
Instantly, I looked back down again.

She reached over then and lifted my chin and said, "It's Ryan isn't it?"

As a tear trickled down my cheek, I nodded.

she smiled then and said, "It's OK Honey.  Like I said, I still love you,
and I always will!"

Tears of relief and happiness welled in my eyes again.

"eh, eh, eh," Mom said, smiling and rubbing my cheek.  "There's no need
to cry anymore.  Everything's alright!"

As she sat smiling at me, I snuffled and fought to get my emotions in
check.  After a minute, I'd calmed down.

"So!  Do you want to tell me about your Ryan now?" she asked.

Smiling, I nodded.

"Then let's hear all about him!" she said, still smiling herself.

I started talking then, and didn't stop talking for several minutes, as I
explained all about how we'd both been so mis-matched to our original
roommates, and then how we'd switched.  Then, I told her all about how
Ryan and I 'discovered' each other's true feelings, and how we'd fallen
in love.  I told her all the romantic parts, but left out any reference
to sex.  Thankfully, she didn't ask about that.  Eventually, I'd told her
everything, and she seemed genuinely happy for me.

It was late by the time we finished talking, and Mom finally gave me a
hug and a kiss and told me she loved me, but was exhausted, and was going
to bed.  I told her I was too.

We made sure the doors were locked and the lights were all out, then went
upstairs.  Mom went to her room, and I to mine.

                 *                *                 *

A few minutes later, after I'd gotten ready for bed, I slid between the
sheets, and stretched out.  I felt light as a feather - like a great
weight had been lifted from my shoulders.  As I lay there reveling in my
new-found freedom, "Born to Be my Baby" suddenly erupted from my cell
phone.

"Merry Christmas babe!" I said, picking it up!

"Merry Christmas to you too lover!" I heard Ryan's voice.

"You'll never guess what happened tonight!" I said, unable to stop
grinning.

"What?" Ryan asked, curiously.

"What's the best thing you could imagine?" I asked.

There was silence for a moment, then Ryan erupted into howls of joy!

"YES!!!!!  You told your mother about us, and she's OK with it!!!
Right????" he cried.

"Yup!" I replied, my grin widening.

"THAT IS SO FUCKING FANTASTIC!" Ryan cried, nearly piercing my eardrum.

"I know!" I said.  "I feel SO good right now!"

There was a pause then, when Ryan didn't reply right away.

"Ry?" I asked into the phone.

"You mean you jacked off without me?" he cried, in a surprised, and hurt
voice.

"YOU ASSHOLE!" I growled.  Chuckling I said, "You know what I meant!"

Ryan started giggling then too.

"I know," He said.  "Just had to pick on you though!"

"And I can just see your shit eating grin right now!" I said.

"Well," Ryan said, wanting to come off sounding sober.  "I'd much rather
be eating your cock, than your shit!"

It was my turn to chuckle then.  Ryan laughed along with me,

"So... this is great!  Really man!  Now... when do we get back together
again?" Ryan said.  In my mind's eye, I could see him sitting in bed
grinning.  A smile crossed my lips as in my mind's eye, I also saw his
hand move to his crotch, and start fondling his genitals.

We spent the next few minutes making plans for me to drive to his house
in a couple days.  We'd spend a couple days there.  Then, we'd drive to
my house, stopping along the way at a ski resort for a couple days.
Finally, we'd end up back here, for a couple days, before driving back to
school.

"Glad that's all laid out!" Ryan said, when we'd finished making our
plans.

"I'd rather YOU were laid out right here in front of me!" I said,
grinning, as my hand moved to my own crotch and I began squeezing my
semi-hard dick.

"Correction!" Ryan said.  "We'd both rather I was laid out UNDER you - so
you could stuff that huge tool of your's up inside me and repair
everything that's wrong!"

"Something's wrong up there?" I asked, smiling.

"Nothing several good lube jobs won't take care of!" Ryan said, saucily.

"Oh baby!" I said, grinning.  "And do I ever have a gun full of lube
that's just aching to be shot up there, so your fittings don't go and
rust up!"

Ryan snickered, then said, "So... you naked?"

I grinned and said, "Of course I am!  You?"

"You have to ask?" Ryan chuckled.

"Then get your KY and lube up brotha!" I said, grinning.

"No problem!  You do likewise!" he replied.

We were both quiet for a minute, as we each got out our lube, positioned
ourselves, and greased up.

"Oh yeah!" Ryan moaned happily into the phone then.  I knew he'd begun
running his hand up and down his cock.

"Mmmmm..." I agreed, a moment later, as I began sliding my fist up and
down my own cock.

"Imagine it's my mouth sliding up and down your rod!" Ryan purred.

Instantly as I'm looking down at my penis, I can see in my imagination,
the top of Ryan's head, as it looks when he's bobbing up and down on my
cock.  A surge of pleasure washed through me suddenly.

"We're in a '69' doing each other!" I said.

"Mmmmmm..." Ryan moaned. "And we're fingering each other's hole!  God I
love how you're rubbing my nut!"

I chuckled at Ryan's use of the word "nut" for his prostate.  He called
it that sometimes, because it's supposed to be the size of a walnut.

"Fuck man!  Even though we're not together, I know just how you taste
when I suck you off!  It's driving me crazy, cause I actually imagine I'm
tasting you!  Fuck!  Your cock's so yummy!  Must be all that pre-jizz you
always leak!" I said, as I stroked my dick a little faster.

Already I could feel my own jism churning inside me. I slide my greasy
finger between my ass cheeks then, and pressed on my boy-cunt.

"Mmmm!!" I grunted, as I felt my finger break through my tight ring.

Then, as it slid up inside me, I imagined Ryan probing my own prostate,
as he sucked me off.

"Mmmmm..." I moaned happily then, as I began rubbing my gland, while I
continued jacking off.

"I leak all that jizz cause you know just how to stroke me!" Ryan said,
breathing heavily, obviously lost in his own fantasy, since he hadn't
commented on my exclamations of pleasure.  "And I'm leaking a lot right
not, just imagining you rubbing me just the right way!"

"Me too," I said, as I watched some pre-cum ooze from my piss slit, while
I stroked off, and rubbed my prostate.

"I'm gonna cum soon!" Ryan said, his voice sounding breathless.

"Me too," I said, speeding up a little.

I could hear Ryan's raspy breathing then, and the slight squeak of bed
springs.  He must've really been going at it!  My cock surged at the
thought.  I sped up even more!

"AAAAAwwwww!!!" Ryan groaned suddenly, and I knew he was blowing his
load.

I had been trying to hold off as long as I could, but when I heard Ryan
start cumming, I couldn't stop myself.  Suddenly my own cum shot through
my urethra, and with a groan, I too sprayed my torso with warm semen!

"Mmmmmm!!!!" Ryan moaned, obviously cumming again.

Grunting, I squirted another load onto my chest too.

We each continued jacking off and spasming with pleasure for a minute or
so.

Finally, just as I felt my orgasm ending, Ryan said happily, "That was
good!... Not half as good as when we're together - but it was good!"

I chuckled, as my spasms ended, and said, "Yeah, I know what you mean!"

We both spent a couple minutes then cleaning ourselves up, then we talked
a few more minutes, about our plans again.  Finally, we were both tired,
so we said good night and hung up.

                   *                  *                 *

The next day, when I got up, Mom was gone.  I figured she'd apparently
gotten called into work or something, I decided to go nextdoor and get
Alex, and take him to the mall for all the "day after Christmas" sales.

Quickly I zipped across the driveway to Alex's, knocked on the back door
and walked in, as was the custom between our families.   I knew
immediately that there was some kind of problem when I walked into the
kitchen and found Alex's mother standing at the sink.  At first, she
looked deeply lost in thought.  When she turned and looked at me though,
I noticed immediately that she'd been crying.  Additionally, her
expression suddenly turned angry!  I didn't have a clue what was wrong,
but I knew something was.

"Are you OK?" I asked, quickly stepping over to her, concerned.

She didn't reply, but just continued looking at me.  I could see pain,
and anger in her eyes.  When she finally spoke a minute later, I
understood her expression.

"Your mother stopped by earlier.  She told me about you," she said, in a
dull, yet somewhat nasty tone.

To say I was taken aback by this was an understatement.  To begin with, I
hadn't expected my mother to tell anyone that I'd come out to her.  But
on top of that, I hadn't expected Alex's mother, who was like a second
mother to me, to appear to be so angry about it.  I quite honestly didn't
know how to respond, and stood there stupified for a minute, just looking
back at her.  Quickly, I felt my face beginning to heat up with
embarrassment, and averted my eyes from her's.

As I stood unable to respond, she spoke again.

"After she left, I talked with Alex," She said.

I glanced quickly back at her.  Her eyes had narrowed ever so slightly.
Again I looked away.

"I was very surprised to find he already knew your secret!" she
continued.  "I was more surprised though to find that he didn't care that
you're gay!  In fact, when I asked him how he felt about it, he staunchly
defended you!"

Confused, I looked back at her and stared stupidly at her, not sure why
she seemed so angry.  I'd have thought she would have been happy that
Alex wasn't upset about someone he was so close to, being gay.

Suddenly, I understood her attitude though when she continued with,
"Look!  I don't have a problem with you being gay.  What I have a problem
with is my young son's complete acceptance of it, without any
reservations or confusion.  Obviously he's known about this for some time
then, and I expect you must've talked with him about it.  That's fine
too.  I've never had a problem with you taking a role in helping to raise
Alex.  The thing is, no matter how much he might still like you even
though you're gay, no young teenage boy is going to stand up for someone
who's gay, to the degree he did.  At most, I'd have expected him to say
something like, 'yeah, I knew... I'm OK with it.'"  Instead, after I told
him, and he said he already knew, when I asked him how he felt about it,
he launched into a dissertation about how it hasn't adversely affected
your relationship at all, in fact, it's brought you closer together,
because he knows he can talk to you about anything, because you were able
to share your darkest secret with him!  Frankly Jon, I wasn't ready for
this attitude, and it leads me to believe there's more to it than just
his knowledge of your orientation!  Of course then I thought about all
the time you two spend together alone in his room or your's.  God Damn it
Jon!  All I want to know is .... Have you ever done 'ANYTHING' with my
son?"

I don't know why I hadn't expected that question, but I hadn't.  I guess
I'd figured she would never think either Alex or I would do such a
thing.  Obviously I was wrong.  Again, I didn't know what to say, or how
to respond.  Again, I stood looking at her feeling an ever-increasing
sense of dread that everything was going to be forever ruined for our two
families.  I expect my face showed my stress too, because, when I didn't
answer right away, her face crumpled and she looked emotionally
destroyed.  I knew then that she realized her son and I were more than
just friends.  I felt like a 2 ton weight had been placed on my chest,
and I was being crushed!  I'd never felt so guilty about anything in my
entire life.  And I didn't have a clue what to do to fix things.

As I stood there still staring stupidly at her, wishing I'd never come
out to my mother at all, I was shocked by what happened next.  Suddenly,
her hand shot up from her side and connected with a resounding smack on
the left side of my face.

"YOU BASTARD!!!!!!" She screamed at me.

Immediately tears welled in my eyes.  I'd never been slapped like that
before, and was completely astounded, not to mention, in a great deal of
pain!  It hurt like Hell!  Worse though was how she'd screamed at me.  I
was so completely physically and emotionally wounded, I wasn't sure which
was pushing me to the verge of breaking into tears.

I didn't have time to think anymore about it though.  Suddenly, she
grabbed the front of my shirt with both hands and started shaking me and
screaming "HOW COULD YOU DO IT????  HOW COULD YOU RUIN MY BOY THAT
WAY????   YOU FUCKING HOMO!!!!!!!!  I OUGHTA KILL YOU RIGHT HERE AND
NOW!!!!!!!"

Alex, who must've been upstairs, apparently heard the commotion, and ran
down to see what was wrong, because he suddenly appeared in the kitchen.
Immediately a horrified look washed over his face as he surveyed the
scene in front of him.

His mother either didn't see him, or didn't care that he was there.  She
started pounding on my chest then with her fists, and screaming at me,
carrying on that I'd turned her son into a queer, and demanding that I
tell her how long I'd been forcing him to have sex with me!

Poor Alex looked terrified!

With tears streaming down his cheeks, he shrieked, "NO!  MOM STOP IT!
Jon didn't make me gay - I was gay already!  And He NEVER did ANYTHING to
hurt me!  Besides!  He won't do ANYTHING ANYMORE with me because he has a
boyfriend now, and I have one t-"

The room instantly fell silent.  Nobody moved.  All that could be heard
was everyone's heavy breathing.  Alex's mother stared at her son in utter
disbelief of what she'd just heard him say.  I stared in horror at Alex,
for his having blurted so much information, and Alex just looked back and
forth between us with the most mortified and frightened look I'd ever
seen on his face.  Suddenly his face crumpled like his mother's had a
couple minutes earlier, when she realized her worst fears were true, and
he started sobbing.

His mother didn't move.  She just stared at him in horror, as silent
tears trickled from her eyes.  After a minute, she turned back to me.

"HOW COULD YOU?" she screamed more shrilly than ever, at the top of her
lungs.  Then she slapped me hard across the face again.

"HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO MY BOY???? YOU FUCKING PERVERT!!!!  YOU RAPED
HIM!!!!!!" she cried.  Then she slapped me hard again, only afterward,
she slammed me on the other cheek as well.

"HE DID NOT!!" Alex screamed, sounding like his vocal chords were ripping
out, his face maroon, and soaked with tears.  He ran over and tried to
pull her away from me, while in a half bellow - half scream he continued
"HE DID NO SUCH THING!!!!!   HE NEVER ONCE HURT ME!!!!!!!!  YOU LEAVE HIM
ALONE!!!!!!"

His mother looked down at him in horror, and suddenly her silent tears
turned to uncontrollable, wretched sobbing.

Sobbing again himself, and apparently past his breaking point, poor Alex
let go of her, turned, and ran from the room.  I heard his footsteps
pounding up the stairs, then his bedroom door slamming.

I stared after him for a moment, as my face burned with pain from being
slapped so much.

After a minute, Alex's mother managed to pull herself together.  She
looked at me, her eyes filled with pain, anger, and confusion.  She
glared at me for a moment that way, then suddenly she turned and ran
after Alex.

Not knowing what else to do, and worried about Alex, I followed her.

As I rounded the corner into the upstairs hallway, I found Alex's mother
pounding on his bedroom door with her left fist, while she jiggled the
door knob with her right hand.

"ALEX!" she cried.  "PLEASE!  Unlock the door!"

There was no response from within.  As I ran up to her, she looked at me
with a mixture of anger, confusion, and a somewhat pleading look in her
eyes.  I wasn't sure if it meant she wanted me gone, or if she wanted me
to try to help her, so I just stood back a bit, waiting to see what was
going to happen next.

She tried calling in to Alex again.  Still no answer.

On her third attempt, he finally cried pitifully "JUST GO AWAY!!!"

Still, holding the door knob, Alex's mother leaned her head against the
door, and wept some more.

A minute later, as if rejuvenated a bit, she lifted her head and breathed
in deeply, then exhaled.

"Honey, please open the door!" she called more calmly.  "We have to
talk!"

No answer from Alex.

She tried again, in her still calmer voice.

Nothing.

With her voice sounding more agitated again, she called in "ALEX!  YOU
HAVE TO OPEN THIS DOOR!"

"NOooo!!!  I CAN'T TALK TO YOU ANYMORE!  I CAN'T EVEN LOOK AT YOU!  I CAN
NEVER LOOK AT YOU AGAIN!!! I DON'T WANT TO EVER LEAVE THIS ROOM AGAIN!
JUST GO AWAY AND LEAVE ME ALONE!" he screamed.

Again, his mother's face contorted in horror and misery, and again, she
broke down weeping.

From within Alex's bedroom, I heard some movement, and some objects being
moved around.

His mother wiped her face on her sleeve and began calling into Alex
again, this time in a worried, sorrowful tone.  She told him it would be
alright.  That she loved him.  That it would be OK.

"Just open the door please!" she plead.

No answer... just silence from inside.  Not even any sobbing anymore.

She called to him a couple more times.  Still nothing.

Finally she looked at me again.  Her face wore an even more pleading and
distraught look than when I'd first joined her at Alex's door.  I gave
her a questioning look, as if asking her if I could try.  Finally, after
a moment she looked at me desperately.  I didn't see any anger in her
eyes anymore, just fear, and defeat.  With her head she motioned to
Alex's door and nodded.

As she began weeping again, I stepped up to the door.

"Alex!" I said, in a normal tone.  "It's me!  You need to unlock the door
now.  I want to talk with you!"

Nothing.

"Alex!" I said a little more sharply.  "PLEASE Open the door!"

Again nothing.

In a slightly more commanding, but even tone I said slowly, "Alex!  Open
the door now, or I'm kicking it down!"

Alex's mother looked up.  She looked a little shocked, but then suddenly
she looked scared, when there was still no respone from Alex.  She began
weeping again, harder this time, as I stepped back from the door.

"NOW ALEX!!" I commanded, one last time.

Still no sound came from within.  As Alex's mother broke into full-blown
sobs, I raised my leg and poised my foot in the air to kick the door
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