Date: Tue, 29 Jan 2008 21:20:28 -0800 (PST)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: Alex Gets Educated - Chapter 17

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                              Alex Gets Educated

                     Chapter 17 - Christmas Continued



                          Jon's Story Continued

  Just as I was about to slam my foot against Alex's bedroom door to kick
it open, Alex's voice came from within.

In a shaky voice, that sounded as if he'd been crying, he said, "I'll
unlock it - but I only want Jon to come in!"

I looked at Alex's mother.  The frantically worried look she'd worn only a
second earlier had dissipated.  Now, she merely looked miserable.  I knew
she was probably feeling very hurt because her son didn't want her at the
moment.

NEver-the-less, Alex needed me, so I looked questioningly at her, as she
began weeping harder again.  Finally, still crying, she nodded miserably at
me.

"You mother said 'OK'," I said.

A couple seconds went by, then we heard the click of the lock.  The door
remained shut though.  After waiting a couple seconds, I reached for the
knob and turned it.  The latch opened.  As I pushed the door inward, I saw
Alex is standing inside it, looking at me.  He was a complete mess.  His
hair was touseled and his face was streaked with tears.  His lower jaw was
still trembling, as he fought to stop crying.

"JUST JON!" he cried, frantically, when he saw his mother standing behind
me.  "You promised!  Just Jon!"

His face contorted in pain and he retreated and threw himself on his bed
and started crying again.

I turned and looked at Alex's mother.  She looked utterly emotionally
destroyed.  Suddenly, sobbing hysterically, she turned and fled.  I heard
her footsteps as she pounded back down to the main floor of the house.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside Alex's room, and closed the door
behind me.  Then I turned and sat down on the edge of Alex's bed, next to
him, and put my hand on his shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

"It's OK," I said, softly.  "I'm alone!"

As I rubbed his shoulder, Alex sobbed for a couple seconds longer.
Suddenly he twisted around and sat up and slammed himself up against me,
burying his face against my chest, and wrapping his arms around me.  I
wrapped my arms around him, and held him as he sobbed for a couple more
minutes.

Eventually, Alex's crying subsided.  He didn't let go of me though, and
just clung tightly to me, as I rubbed his back, soothingly.

After a few minutes, I kissed him on the top of his head, and said softly,
"C'mon.  Sit up.  We need to talk."

Alex didn't move immediately.  After a couple of seconds though, he
reluctantly let go of me and sat up.  Sniffling and rubbing his eyes and
face with his hands, he looked miserably at me.

"Why did you tell you mother?" he whined, his face contorting a little as
if he was going to start crying again.

My heart broke, as I saw the pain in his expression, that I'd caused by
coming out to my mother.  Damn it!  Why did she have to go and tell Alex's
mother???

I felt like crying myself as I looked at Alex, whose life had been
irrevocably altered in what appeared to be a horrible way.

"I'm sorry!" I said, finally.  "I didn't think she'd tell your mother!  Of
course I probably should have considered it, and told her not to - but
... I was so distraught about telling her myself, I-I guess I never gave it
a thought!  I'm so fucking sorry Alex!"

"But WHY did you tell her at all???" he whined, even more miserably.

"I had to!" I said.  "Ryan and I agreed that we would both come out to our
parents over break!"

"RYAN AGAIN!" Alex snapped, suddenly taking on a nasty tone.  "I wish he'd
never come along!"

I was completely taken aback by Alex's new attitude.  Apparently my face
must have shown my feelings, because he continued with "Ever since he's
come along, you won't DO anything with me anymore!  And now THIS!  I wish
you never met him!"

"Alex!" I said, astounded.

As I looked at him, his angry look melted into a look of despair.

"I'm sorry," he moaned miserably.  "It's just that - well - everything was
so perfect for us before you went away to school and met him.  I just wish
things were they way they used to be when you were still living here at
home, and we were together all the time!"

Alex's lower jaw began trembling again, and his eyes began to well with new
tears.

I reached for his shoulders and pulled him up into my arms again.
Instantly I felt his arms tighten around me, and again, he buried his face
against my chest, and wept.

I snuggled myself around Alex as protectively as I could, and kissed him on
the side of his cheek, and his ear.

"I know things have changed," I said softly.  "But I really thought they
were better for both of us!  I thought you were happy to have a boyfriend,
and to still be close to me - even though because we each had partners, we
weren't getting physical anymore.  I'm sorry if that's not true.  You need
to know though, my love for you hasn't changed.  And, it never will!... And
Alex - eventually we both had to come out to our mom's.  It's just
unfortunate that you had to do it a little earlier than you'd planned, and
that she was caught so off-guard, and freaked about it!  I do think though
that she'll be OK with you being gay, once she's had a chance to digest and
think about everything she's just found out!"

Alex's arms constricted more tightly around me, and a pitiful, high pitched
cry rose in his throat as he wept even harder.  All I could do then was
sit, and hold him, gently rocking him, waiting for him to cry himself out.

                  * * *

While I was with Alex in his room, trying to calm him down and talk about
the situation with him, his mother had apparently gone downstairs and was
sitting at the kitchen table, quietly weeping.  At least that's where my
mother found her when she returned from picking up some doughnuts and
muffins for everyone's breakfast.  She told me later about their
conversation - this is basically what was said:

"Oh my goodness!  What's wrong?" my mother said, hustling over to Alex's
mother, when she saw her sitting at the table crying.

"Everything!" she replied, looking up miserably at my mother.

Haltingly then, Alex's mother told my mother about everything that had
occurred, since my mother had gone out to get the doughnuts.  She told her
about her discussion with Alex, her subsequent confrontation with me, and
about Alex's reaction to it.

As my mother stared at her with huge eyes, Alex's mother blushed slightly,
and said, "Um... I'm sorry for slapping Jon.  It was wrong, and I shouldn't
have done it.  It's just ... well, I lost it completely!  Just thinking
about what he did to Alex..."

My mother just stared in disbelief at Alex's mother, as she tried to
comprehend the fact that I'd been carrying on a sexual relationship with
her best friend's younger son for some time.  Alex's mother just looked
back at her, feeling guilty about having bitch-slapped her best friend's
son.  Additionally, she couldn't stop worrying about her own son's mental
well-being, after the years of abuse he'd suffered at my hands.

The two women sat silently a few minutes, each thinking.

Finally, my mother, having thought things over, cleared her throat.

Alex's mother looked sadly up at her.

Slowly, and carefully then, my mother chose her words.

"First of all, I have to say, I'm absolutely shocked at what you're telling
me the boys have been doing.  I'm not saying I don't believe you.  I'm just
... well... flabbergasted that all this has been going on - and right under
our noses too!  And for any part that my son played in instigating it, I'm
deeply apologetic, and embarrassed.  I'm very sorry for any problems Jon
may have caused!" she said.

Alex's mother smiled weakly at my mother, thankful for a sign of support
from her.

Quickly, my mother continued though.

"Now," she said.  "I think we need to look at this from a logical
standpoint though.  I'm not going to defend Jon and say what he did was
right.  I'm also not going to try and lay the blame for what happened on
anyone but Jon.  Even if Alex played a part in it, Jon is older and should
have been more responsible about how he handled the situation.
Never-the-less, I will defend him on a couple of points, and I think you
will have to agree with me if you think about it.  After all the years our
boys have grown up together, and how much like brothers they've become -
brothers who love each other very much... you have to admit that Alex
adores Jon, and Alex is the apple of Jon's eye too.  Do you seriously
believe that my son would ever do anything that he thought would harm Alex?
And, do you seriously believe that he would ever force Alex to do something
he didn't want to do?"

Alex's mother's face took on a strained expression, as she looked at my
mother.

"Do you think Alex would have been so crazy about Jon's visit home from
college if he felt Jon was abusing him in any way?" My mother continued.

After a minute, Alex's mother said in a defeated tone, "No."

My mother's face relaxed slightly.

Alex's mother quickly became defensive again though and said, "But you have
to admit that what Jon did was wrong!  Whether Alex went along willingly or
not!"

"I've already said that," My mother said, in a slightly annoyed tone.  "I
know he was wrong.  But I need to know that you believe he'd never
intentionally hurt Alex!"

With a look of frustration on her face, Alex's mother conceded and said,
"Agreed.  You make a good point.  Alex has always adored Jon, so he must
not have been forced into anything, nor felt hurt by what was happening."

"Thank you for agreeing to that," My mother said.

"What happened was still wrong though!" Alex's mother replied.

"Well..." My mother said.  "I'm sure you're aware, as am I, that often boys
will experiment with each other a little to -"

"Oh come on!" Alex's mother retorted.  "This is something that's apparently
been going on for some time!  It wasn't just simple experimentation!"

"True," My mother admitted, looking strained now too.  "But, I expect
that's because both boys discovered their orientation.  I expect maybe if
two boys who begin with experimentation, discover they're both gay,
probably they can't stop themselves, while straight boys who experiment,
lose interest quickly, once they figure things out, and start to notice
girls."

"I suppose that might be," Alex's mother said.  "Do you suppose it truly
started out for our boys as experimentation then?"

"I don't know," My mother said.  "But I seriously don't think that Jon ever
forced or coerced Alex into doing something he didn't want to do."

Seeing an accusative look on Alex's mother's face, she quickly added, "but
I will admit that being Jon's older, and most likely knows more about
things, he's probably the one who introduced Alex to whatever they
did.... um... do you ... do you know just how far things went with them?"

"No," Alex's mother said.  "But, I get the impresssion they're very
experienced at this point."

"Oh!" My mother said, wincing slightly.

"Look!" Alex's mother said.  "I don't blame you for what happened.  I know
you've raised Jon to be a good person.  I do blame Jon though for taking
advantage of Alex - mostly because of their age difference!  If they were
the same age, I'd have to equally assign responsibility.  But Jon's so much
older than Alex, he necessarily had to be the one who was teaching Alex
what to do.  And I know!  Homosexuality isn't something you 'catch' or
learn to be - it's born in you.  So... probably if Alex is gay, it's not
because of Jon. And I even have to admit after thinking about it, that Alex
has always seemed happy and well adjusted, and yes - completely devoted to
Jon.  It's just..."

"I know," My mother said, feeling relieved that Alex's mother was calming
down, and coming to terms with the fact that what we'd been doing wasn't as
adverse to her son's emotional well being as she'd initially thought it
was.

She thought a moment then added, "Remember how much they love each other
too. They're inseparable!  In fact, they're closer than most brothers are!
I love my son, regardless of the fact he's gay.  And I believe you feel the
same way about Alex.  I love Alex too, as if he was my own!  So, I'm not
just sticking up for my own son.  If I thought Alex had been hurt in
anyway, I'd be very upset.  If I thought Jon had done anything to hurt him,
I'd be up there beating him right now for it!  I know he hasn't hurt Alex!
All he's done is love Alex like a little brother."

"I know," Alex's mother sniffs finally.  "Oh damn I've so messed this up -
I've ruined my relationship with my own son, and with your's too!  what do
I do now?"

My mother smiled and said, "Talk to them and apologize.  And once they
think the whole situation over, I think they'll understand that you were
caught totally by surprise by all this, and just reacted before you had a
chance to think it all through.  They'll get that you were just acting on
instinct, as any protective mother would."

"Do you think they'll be able to forgive me?" she asked, looking worried.

"Yeah," My mother said.  "Because they want to fix things too!"

                * * *

While our mothers were down in the kitchen talking, Alex and I were still
talking up in his room.

  "What do we do now?" Alex asked, looking plaintively up at me.  "My
mother hates you, and either thinks I'm some freak of nature that I've been
been ruined for life!"

I felt a stabbing pain in my chest at Alex's remark, but tried not to let
it show.  While I couldn't help but agree in my mind with Alex's take on
the situation, I couldn't let him know that's how I felt things really
were.  I had to give him enough hope, so that he could try to repair his
damaged relationship with his mother!  But - what if that didn't work?
What if their relationship couldn't be fixed?  What would happen to Alex???

"You think so too!" he said, when I didn't answer right away.

"No!" I lied, in a tone indicating I thought he was being rediculous.

"Oh really?" he asked, looking dubiously at me.  "So - what do we do then?"

"We gotta go talk to her," I said, in as firm a voice as I could muster, as
a feeling of dread swept through me.  My face still stung from his mother's
assault, and I expected that if we spoke again, I might again be on the
receiving end of some more of her physical wrath.

"I CAN'T!" Alex cried, in a distraught voice.

As I looked at Alex, I could feel the pain and dread he was experiencing.
Never-the-less, I knew that talking to his mother was the only thing we
could do to try and fix things.

"I understand how you feel," I said.  "But I expect that after she's calmed
down, it'll be easier to talk to her.  And it's the only way to fix
things."

Tears, more of fear, than pain this time, flooded Alex's eyes.  Smiling
sadly, I reached over and pulled him into an embrace again.  More than
willingly, he snuggled into my arms, wrapping his own around me, and softly
he wept again, against my chest.

After Alex finished crying, I held onto him for a couple of minutes.
  "You won't leave me alone with her?" he asked after a while.

"No," I smiled, kissing him on the top of his head.  "I promise, I'll stay
right with you!"

After I agreed, I sat thinking for a moment, that I hoped I was able to
keep that promise, and that his mother didn't throw me out.  If she tried
to, I didn't know what I'd do!

Finally, Alex pulled away, and rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand,
he said, "OK then, I suppose we better go get this over with then."

"Yeah," I said, feeling my stomach begin to churn.  I hadn't expected him
to take the initiative like that.

Alex got up and I did too.  I gave him a hug and a kiss on the top of his
head, then we turned to the door.

Just as Alex was about to open his bedroom door, there was a knock on it.
Instantly, he backed up against me, and his eyes suddenly became
terror-filled again.

                * * *

"Alex!" his mother called in a normal, albeit somewhat quavering tone.
"Jon's mom is here with me.  We'd like to talk with you two.  May we please
come in?"

Alex looked up at me, and I looked down at him, and I knew that his bowels
were suddenly feeling the same churning sensations that mine were.  I could
see terror in his eyes, and hoped he couldn't see it in mine as well, even
though that's exactly what I was feeling as well.

"We need to talk!" she called again, then sniffled, when we didn't respond
right away.

"It'll be OK, I'm right here with you," I said, placing a hand on Alex's
shoulder and giving him a squeeze.  I reached forward and opened the door
then.

As the door swung inward, and our mothers came into view, Alex
unconsciously leaned back up against me and reached up at my hand that was
laying on his shoulder and clamped his own hand hard, down onto it.

I noticed that Alex's mother looked tense, and scared, vs. angry and upset,
as I'd expected.  My mother, on the other hand, looked like she'd been put
through a wringer.  She gave me the slightest smile and nod, in what I took
to be indication that they had come in peace.

"Jon," My mother said.  "Maybe we should let Alex and his mother talk
privately."

"NO!" Alex cried, alarmed.  "I want him to stay!"

Both women looked a little perplexed, but relatively quickly, Alex's mother
said, "That's OK.  As long as we can talk."

Again I squeezed Alex's shoulder and pulled on it.  He allowed me to pull
him back into his room then, toward his bed.  Automatically, he stepped to
my right and sank down onto the edge of it, next to me.  As I settled down
next to him, he scootched to his left, so he was sitting right up against
me.  In my peripheral vision, I could see he was shaking slightly.  Hoping
to calm him down, I wrapped an arm protectively around him.  As he leaned
into me, his jittering appeared to calm down.

Alex's mother entered the room then, and sat in the chair at Alex's desk,
while my mother hung back and leaned on the door jam.  Alex looked a little
nervous again, as she did so, as I expect he had been thinking of using it
as an escape route, if necessary.  I gave him a reassuring squeeze, and he
seemed to calm down again.

"We've been talking," Alex's mother began, as Alex stared at her with wide,
terrified eyes, and I tried to avert looking directly at her.

She looked up at my mother, who nodded and smiled slightly at her.

Turning back to us, Alex's mother said, "I need to apologize to both of you
for my behavior earlier."

She paused for a moment, and I felt a degree of tenseness in Alex's body
dissipate.  I was surprised, and happy, but still wary about her opening.

"In particular, to you Jon," she continued, looking directly at me, without
waiting for a response from either of us.  "I had no right to slap you, and
should not have.  I'm very sorry, and embarrassed that I did.  Obviously, I
was very upset at the time, but still that's no excuse.  I'm not going to
lie to you though.  I don't like what you did, or what you at the least,
allowed to happen, with Alex.  But after careful consideration of your
relationship with him, I admit that I don't believe you forced or coerced
him into doing anything he wasn't willing to do.  I also don't believe you
would ever intentionally hurt my son.  I know you love him.  I know he
loves you too.  While I can't say that he hasn't suffered some emotional
... well, let's call it - confusion - or something of that nature, it
appears that he really hasn't suffered any real physical or emotional
damage.  So, I apologize for 'losing it' and coming down on you like I did,
and especially for hitting you.
 I do care about you yet Jon, as I have all along.  And the fact that
you're gay does not bother me.  I just hope that you can understand my
protective feelings for my son, and that due to my shock over the
situation, why I over-reacted, and forgive me for my reprehensible behavior
earlier."

She paused then and looked hopefully at me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my mother looking pointedly at me.
And, under my right arm, I could feel Alex's body tense up slightly, as if
he was afraid of what my response might be.

"Thank you for your apology.  And thank you for believing that I would
never do anything to hurt Alex.  I wouldn't, and I didn't.  I love him like
a brother, and will always protect him from harm of any kind.  Please
understand that he and I are very close, and I know for a fact that he's
perfectly fine, and is turning into an awesome man.  Obviously, like me, as
you heard earlier, he's gay.  Neither he nor I did anything to cause him to
become gay - it's just a fact that like me - he is gay.  It's my highest
hope that you can accept him for who he is, and let him lead his life the
way he wants to lead it.  Finally, although I don't believe I've caused
Alex any damage in any way, for any of my actions that have caused you any
stress or pain, I'm truly sorry.  I accept your apology and forgive you for
everything that happened earlier.  I can understand why you felt and acted
at the time, as you did.  And I hope you can forgive me for anything you
feel I did that caused you
 or Alex any harm, or pain," I said.

Alex shifted slightly in the crook of my arm.  I heard him sniffle a
little, and his right hand moved to his eyes.  As he rubbed them, out of
the corner of my eye, I saw my mother smiling a relieved smile.

When I looked back at Alex's mother, she was smiling what looked like a
strained, yet genuine smile, and there were obvious tears in her eyes.

"Thank you Jon, and yes, I forgive you too!" she said.  "And you don't ever
have to worry about Alex.  If he's truly gay, I'll love him and support
him, just as much as I have all his life, and he'll feel he can live his
life the way he wants, openly with me."

Under my arm, I felt Alex's body relax, and slump.  Suddenly, he turned
into me and wrapped his arms around me and buried his face against my chest
as he wept again, this time with relief.

In front of our mother's, who both had tears in their eyes then, I hugged
and kissed Alex on the top of his head.

"Better save some hugging for your mom too," I whispered.

He gave me a squeeze, then broke away from me and launched himself at his
mother, who caught him in her arms.  As his mother began crying, Alex burst
into tears anew, as the two hugged each other then, while my mother and I
smiled at each other, and sighed with relief.

My mother motioned to me to follow her then.

Not sure what to do, I got up and stepped over to Alex and his mother.

Leaning down, I whispered in Alex's ear "You OK being alone with your mom
now?"

Still hugging her and crying in her arms, he nodded.  Smiling, I squeezed
his shoulder, and in a normal tone said, "Mom and I are going home for a
while.  I'll be there if you need me."

Again, Alex nodded, without letting go of his mother.

Still smiling, I turned and followed my mother out of Alex's room, and down
the stairs.

                  * * *

When we got home, my mother looked at me, and heaved a heavy sigh.

"Um... I didn't expect you to tell Alex's mother about me," I said.

"Well," she said.  "I didn't think if you'd told me, that you would be
keeping it a secret from them, since we've always been so close.  I'm sorry
that I didn't think maybe you'd want me to keep the news to myself.  I
should have.  And, considering how things almost went with Alex and his
mother, maybe it would've been a good idea not to anyway."

"Well, things seemed to work out I guess," I said.

"Yes they did," my mother said.  "I really didn't think they'd have a
problem with you being gay, or I wouldn't have mentioned it."

"You should've seen her when I got there," I said.  A haunted feeling crept
into my bones, as I recalled the scene in the kitchen when I'd arrived at
Alex's house.

"She told me about it when I got back with the doughnuts.  We had quite a
talk in fact," my mother said.

It was then she told me about her's and Alex's mother's discussion in the
kitchen, while I was trying to calm Alex down up in his room - before they
came up and we all talked.

"I have to say Jon," My mother said, looking a little hesitantly at me.  "I
was surprised to find out you had ... well, that you'd done things with
Alex."

Suddenly I felt uncomfortable, as my mother looked critically at me.

"I didn't do anything wrong Mom!" I cried.  "I never forced him into
anything!... in fact he initiated most of it!"

"Calm down Jon," my mother said, looking uncomfortable herself.  "I never
said I thought you'd forced him into anything.  And I know you wouldn't
hurt him.  I just meant, I was surprised.  I mean you are much older than
him.  Um... just how long ago did this all start anyway?"

"What difference does that make?" I burst out, my face heating up.

"Well," my mother said calmly.  "If you were over the age of consent, and
we know he isn't, if his mother wanted to - she could cause a lot of
trouble for you.  Legally, if you did anything with Alex after you became
17, since he's not yet 17, then legally it was statuatory rape when you
were with him!"

Suddenly my mind was flustered.  Why was my mother bringing this up now?
Was Alex's mother going to try and have me arrested???

"I-is she going to report this?" I cried, feeling my heart beginning to
race.

"NO!" my mother said.  "Calm down Jon.  She knows you didn't force Alex to
do anything, so she's not going to push it any further.  Besides, I expect
Alex would lie through his teeth to protect you if it came to it, and she
knows that."

Still shaken up, I just looked at my mother.

"Nothing's going to happen," my mother said.  "Just keep in mind that if
you have sex with someone under 17, you can be arrested for it!  So don't
do it again!... I doubt that'll be a problem for you now that you have Ryan
anyway.  Right?"

"Um, yeah.  Me and Ry are committed to each other," I said, holding up my
finger with my ring on it.

"Then, everything should be OK," my mother said.

She excused herself and went to the bathroom then.  I went up to my room,
closed the door, and flopped down on my bed.  As I laid there, images of
all that had happened over the past couple hours kept flying through my
mind.  I couldn't help but wonder what was going on over at Alex's house.
I prayed he was OK, and that his mother hadn't turned into a bitch again
after we'd left!

                 * * *

I laid on my bed worrying about Alex, wanting to call him, but too afraid
to, in case his mother might pick up the phone if I did.

After almost an hour, the phone rang.  I pounced on it, and as I said
"Hello", I felt a stab of terror shoot through me.  "What if it was HER?"

"Hey!" I heard Alex's voice, come softly through the earpiece.

My entire body melted into a quivering heap of relief.  Relief it wasn't
Alex's mother, and relief that he sounded OK!

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"Yeah," He said, sounding sincere.  "Me and Mom talked.  She's OK now.
Mostly she's embarrassed about her behavior I think."

"I doubt that," I said.  I could still feel the sting of her hand on my
cheek.

"Well, I know she means it, and anyway, I wanted to apologize for her,"
Alex said.

"You have nothing to apologize to me for," I said, as I felt my eyes
starting to sting.  As I gulped down the lump that was forming in my throat
I added, "And in all honesty, your mother doesn't either.

  "That's not true!" Alex stated, emphatically.

"Oh yeah - it is," I said.  "Alex, what we've been doing all this time
together - well - it's wrong.  You didn't do anything wrong - but I did.  I
should never have had sex with you, and if anything we did ever hurt you,
in any way, I'm so sorry!"

I sniffed, as I felt my sinuses moistening.

"JON!" Alex cried.  "You have nothing to apologize for!  You never did
anything at all to hurt me!  All you ever did was care about me, and make
me feel good in all ways!  I was never happier than when I was with you!
Especially when we were making love!"

I smiled wryly and sniffled a little.  Then I said, "Hey.  Thanks.  But
listen.  It was wrong of me to have sex with you, because I'm too old to
fool around with someone your age, and -"

"Oh fuck off Jon!" Alex cried indignantly.  "Fuck that bullshit Jon!  I
wouldn't be half the man I am if it wasn't for you teaching me about
everything!  Fuck the law!  If the lawmakers could see the kind of
relationship you and I have, those laws wouldn't exist!  What we have -
well had - was the absolute best!  In fact they should pass a law that all
boys have a older guy in their lives, like you, who teaches them how to be
real men!"

I couldn't help smiling at Alex's impression of himself as a man, and also
at the thought of the legislative branch of our government finding that an
older teenage boy butt fucking a younger one was actually making a MAN out
of the younger boy!

I must've snickered as I thought about it, because suddenly Alex was asking
me what I was laughing at.

"Well," I said.  "I doubt if anyone saw a guy with another guy's dick up
his ass, that he'd think the one being fucked was 'manly'!"

There was a pause, but then Alex's good-natured giggle came through the
earpiece.

"You know what I meant!" he said, sobering up quickly.

"Yeah, I understand how you feel Alex," I said.  "But do you understand
that what you and I share is so much more special than what any other guys
in our circumstances ever would share, that you can't compare what we have
to anyone else's 'brotherly' relationships?"

Another pause, and Alex said finally, "Yeah, I can see it like that. I know
what you're saying.  But, can you see what I'm saying?"

"Yeah Alex," I said.  "I know that what we had was special.  No two guys
our ages have ever shared what we've shared I bet.  But just the same, it
was wrong in the eyes of the law.  Well... at least it was when I hit 17.
So ... as long as you don't feel hurt by what we did, I guess I'm OK with
it."

"Cool!" Alex said.

"Alex!" I said.  "You gotta promise me something man.  You gotta promise
that once you're 17, you'll never do anything with anyone who's younger!
OK?  Cause if you do, and you get caught, maybe that boy's parents will go
ahead and have you arrested!  OK?  I mean - for a while there, I was sure
your mother was going to do that!"

"You don't ever have to worry about my mother doing that Jon!" Alex said.
"I won't let her!  I'll tell everyone she's lying if she tries!  OK?"

I couldn't help smiling then, as I felt tears welling in my eyes.

"Thanks Bro!  I do love you so much!" I said, feeling relieved.  "But
promise me too, you won't fuck around with younger kids once you're 17 -
OK???  Cause I won't be able to protect you like you're willing to do for
me!"

"I promise!" Alex said, solemnly.  "And don't worry.  Mom's not having you
arrested.  She really does think of you as another son - even though this
happened."

"Thanks for promising me that Alex!" I said, feeling relieved about him.
"I'm not so sure your mother thinks as fondly about me, as you think
though.  You're her boy, and in her eyes, I ruined you!"

"You didn't ruin me!" Alex cried, sounding exasperated.  "I thought I
explained that you've done nothing but good things for me!"

Chuckling slightly, I said, "That's your opinion - not necessarily her's!"

"Well, give her a chance to prove it then, OK?" He said, then, sounding a
little worried.

"Fine," I said, realizing he probably hoped to have things go back to the
way they were before.  I decided not to burst his bubble.

We talked a bit longer, then my mother came to my door and knocked.

I told Alex to hang on.

"How do you feel about dinner next door tonight?" my mother asked through
the door.

To say I was surprised by that, was an understatement.

When I didn't answer immediately, she said, "Alex's mother would like to
try and make amends I think.  I think we should go.  The sooner all this is
put behind us, the better."

Unbelieving, I said, "Whatever."

"OK, I'll go tell her," Mom said.

She left then.

"We're coming over for dinner tonight I guess," I said to Alex.

"See?" he cried triumphantly.  "I told you so!"

"We'll see!" I said.

We talked a couple minutes longer, then hung up.

I spent the rest of the day in my room, playing video games, trying to
read, anything to take my mind off things.  Eventually, evening came, and
my mother knocked on my door.

"It's time to go," she called.

"Coming," I said, with a feeling of deep trepidation.

                * * *

A few minutes later, we were standing at Alex's back door.  Mom knocked and
opened the door and walked in.  Reluctantly I shuffled in behind her.

Alex's mother looked tired and drawn, and as if she was forcing herself to
act overly cheery.

When she looked at me, and saw me looking at her, she blushed slightly.

"Can we try and forget what happened earlier?" she asked, after a minute,
looking a little more tense, as she looked at me.

"Sure," I said, in an almost ambivalent tone.

Just then Alex bounded into the kitchen.  He was smiling happily, but I
could tell he was nervous too.  Suddenly I didn't feel as good about the
evening as I had earlier, and then I hadn't felt good about it.

"When's dinner?" he cried.  I assumed he was trying to have things as
normal as possible.

"Not for at least a half hour yet," his mother answered.

"Cool!  C'mon up to my room Jon!  I wanta show you where I am in the game!"
Alex said, looking hopefully at me.

His mother's face suddenly fell, and looked very strained.  She opened her
mouth as if to speak, but then shut it, and looked desperately at my
mother.

"If it's alright with you, I'll go play video games with Alex for a while,
but we'll leave the door open," I said, looking right at her.

Her face bloomed pink, as she looked at me with embarrassment.

"The door will be closed!" Alex said, firmly, causing us to all look at
him.  When we did, he too blushed a little.

"It'll be open!" I said, looking firmly at him.

He looked both embarrassed, and betrayed, when he looked at me.

His mother appeared to relax a little, and she said merely, "We'll call you
when supper is ready then."

She looked at me then, and nodded slightly at me, then turned back to the
counter, where she was preparing a salad.

"C'mon then," I said to Alex, before he could open his mouth to protest.

Alex gave me a perturbed look, but then turned and walked toward the
stairs.  I followed him.

               * * *

"Why'd you say the door would be open?" Alex hissed at me, as we walked
into his room, and he tried to shut the door behind him.

"So that your mother would feel more comfortable, and allow us to be
together alone up here," I said, pushing the door open again.

Alex looked at me with an expression of annoyance, mixed with
disappointment etched on his face.

"Look at it this way," I said.  "She didn't say we couldn't be up here
alone.  I think she realizes that if we were going to have sex again, there
isn't much that'd stop us.  But at least this way, by not flaunting it in
her face that we're alone behind closed doors, we're showing that we care
about her feelings too.  So... maybe things'll be OK after all for all of
us."

"I suppose," Alex sighed.

"C'mon.  Let's play a while!" I said.

Alex's smile returned then, and he stepped over to his TV and gaming
console and started to set things up.

Alex and I spent the next nearly half hour playing 'Fuzion Frenzy'.  He won
everytime God Damnit!  He must've been practicing!.... Course, since I know
he's probably gonna read this when he writes his own side of the story, I
guess I can admit now - I LET HIM WIN ALL THOSE TIMES!!!!!!  LOLOLOLOL
~winks~ "Gotcha Alex!"

Anyway, I guess we were playing the game rather loudly, because we never
heard Alex's or my mother calling to us from downstairs, to come to dinner.
Suddenly Alex's mother appeared in the doorway, hollering at us to turn
down the volume.

"Oops... sooorrrryy!" Alex said, looking guiltily up at his mother.

"From now on, close the door if you're going to be this loud!" She said,
looking back and forth between us with both a stern, but also hopeful look
on her face.  I couldn't help feeling that by allowing us to be alone
behind closed doors, that it might be her way of giving us permission to
handle our relationship as we saw fit to!  To say I was surprised would be
an understatement.  I was even more astounded when she smiled and nodded
slightly, directly at me.

"Maybe you'd best leave your cell phone in your pocket, on vibrate though,
so I can call you for dinner when it's time, without having to come all the
way up here!" she added, smiling at Alex now.

Alex's face lit up as he grinned at his mother and said, "'K.  Sounds good!
We'll be right down.  Soon as I kick Jon's butt one more time!"

"I think my butt's been kicked enough," I said.  "We'll be right down, as
soon as we wash up!"

"OK," she said, smiling at both of us.

She left then, and headed back downstairs.

Alex looked at me and smiled triumphantly.

"See?" he said, lowly.  "She's really OK about everything!"

"Seems maybe she is.  We'll see though," I said, smiling, but feeling
dubious yet never-the-less.  "C'mon.  Shut that piece of shit down, and
lets go wash up!"

Grinning, Alex said, "You don't have to call it a 'piece of shit', just
because I beat you EVERY time!"

"You asshole!" I groaned, reaching over suddenly, grabbing him, and pulling
him down onto my lap, where I began vigorously tickling him in the ribs.

Alex's Shrieks of laughter suddenly punctuated the air for the next several
seconds, while mercilessly, I used my fingers and thumbs like pincers at
his waist and up the sides of his rib cage.

"STOP!" he cried finally.  "Before I pee!"

Chuckling, I stopped and let go of him.  Instantly he rolled off of, and
away from me, panting heavily, but smiling happily at me.

"Put it away, and come wash up!" I growled, grinning at him, as I got up
off the bed.

Still panting, and smiling, Alex got up and began to shut his game down.  I
stepped across the hallway, into the bathroom, and shut the door behind me.

I had to pee, so I stepped over to the toilet, propped the lid up, unzipped
my fly and pulled my dick out, and aimed it down at the toilet.
  Just as my bladder began to empty, the door suddenly, and violently burst
open.  Surprised, I jerked up a little, as my head spun toward the door.
As I did this, I pulled my penis up, and my stream began to hit the open
toilet seat instead of the water in the bowl.

"Son of a - " I cried, spinning around, only to find Alex grinning at me.

As I quickly re-directed my stream into the toilet, rather than all over
it, Alex said, "Good idea, I need to piss too!  But shit man!  Stop
spraying all over the place!"

"You asshole!" I muttered, as I felt my face heat up.

Laughing, Alex joined me at the toilet.

"Move over," he said, as he unzipped his fly and reached in to extract his
manhood.

Sighing, I stepped a little to the left, being careful not to make a worse
mess.  Alex stepped up next to me, aimed his dick downward, and began
peeing as well.  Looking up at me he grinned.

We stood silently for a moment, both staring down into the toilet, as
together we urinated.

When I finished draining my bladder, I paused for a moment, then flexed my
kegel muscles a couple times and squirted a couple more blasts of urine
into the toilet, then I shook my dick three times to get the last drops off
the tip of it, before stuffing it back into my pants and zipping up.

Alex finished a few seconds after me, squirted a couple of more times, and
shook off in a similar fashion.  Then, as he was stowing his cock, I pulled
some toilet paper off the roll, and leaned over and wiped the toilet rim
and seat that I'd sprayed, clean.

Alex chuckled as I was cleaning up my mess.

"Asshole!" I murmured, which made him laugh even more.

He was done washing his hands by the time I joined him at the sink.
Quickly, I washed up too.  Then, together we went down to dinner.

                   * * *

Alex grinned when he noticed a wine glass set by his plate, as well as by
the rest of our's.

I was a little nervous as we sat down to eat.  I still wasn't sure about
Alex's mother's feelings toward me.  As we began eating though, she and my
mother started a discussion about the new way they'd found to make meat
loaf, which we were having.  As they talked, my mother asked Alex how he
liked it.  With his mouth full of food, he nodded and indicated he liked
it.  From the way he was wolfing it down, it was obvious he meant it.

"What do you think of it Jon?" his mother asked.

I was a little surprised she'd spoken directly to me.  I guess it was her
signal that we were really going to try and have things the way they had
been before.

"Very tasty," I said.  Then I too shoveled some more into my mouth.

"Guess that recipe's a keeper then!" my mother said.

"I think so.  I like it too," Alex's mother said.

We all concentrated on eating then for a couple of minutes.  After a while,
my mother asked Alex and I if we had any plans for the rest of our
vacation.  Immediately I felt my stomach flip over and my face heat up.  I
hadn't told Mom yet that I was going to Ryan's the next day.

The women looked at me when Alex just shrugged, and I hesitated.  I wasn't
sure what to say or do, but finally decided that I might as well just tell
them.  They would be finding out soon enough anyway.  Besides, it would be
the final confirmation of if everyone was really comfortable with the
situation or not.

"Um... well, tomorrow I'm going to visit Ryan for a couple days, and meet
his parents.  Then... I was thinking I'd bring him back here with me for a
couple days, to meet you, before we have to go back to school," I said.

"Oh!" my mother said, sounding surprised.  I couldn't read her expression.

Alex's mother didn't say anything.  She just looked at me with a mixture of
emotions forming her expression.  At first she looked surprised.  Then, for
a moment she appeared angry.  Suddenly though, she looked worried.  As she
glanced at Alex, he went on munching.  Although he was unphased by what I'd
said, as he already knew my plans, he did furtively glance at her several
times, probably wondering what her reaction would be to discussing our
relationships with our boyfriends openly.  His reaction caused her to just
look back at me with a somewhat confused expression on her face.

"Well," My mother said quickly.  "I take it Ryan's parents are expecting
you?"

"Yes," I said.

"Good!" she said, smiling.  "And I'm looking forward to meeting Ryan as
well!"

"Are you looking forward to meeting Ryan too?" Alex's mother asked, looking
at Alex.

"MMmm!" Alex grunted.  Then he swallowed a lump of food and added, "We've
talked.  He seems cool.  It'll be nice to meet him once."

He eyed his mother carefully then for her reaction.

"Um... I see," She said.  Then as her face took on a resigned look, she
looked at me and smiled weakly and said, "I am too Jon.  I'm sure he's a
very nice boy."

"Thanks," I said.  I wasn't sure what else to say.

"So what movie should we watch tonight?" my mother asked then.  She was
pointedly changing the subject.

Alex listed a couple that he wanted to see, and our discussion turned to
what to watch.  The rest of the meal passed by uneventfully.

After we cleaned up the table and all worked together to get the dishes in
the dish washer, we adjourned to the living room and watched our movie.

When the movie ended, Mom stood up and stretched, and announced she needed
to go home and go to bed, as she had to work the next day.  I got up then
too, saying I had to go pack.

After we had our coats on, as we were saying good-bye, I noticed that Alex
looked a little down-hearted.  I expected he was depressed because I was
going to be gone, and Vincent was out of town yet too, and he wouldn't have
us to hang out with.

"Hey!" I said, lassoing him with my arm, and pulling him into a hug.
"We'll be back in a few days!"

"I know," He said, wrapping his arms around me.  "I'm still gonna miss you
while you're gone though!"

"I know," I said, wrapping my arms around him too.  "You got a lot of new
games to try out while I'm gone though."

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed then that his mother was watching us
carefully.  She looked worried - almost as if she expected us to begin
kissing each other on the lips!

"I know," he said.  "I still wish I could come!"

Chuckling, I hugged him tight, then as our mothers both watched, I kissed
him on the top of his forehead.

"You won't have time to miss me.  Those games'll take a while to work
through!" I said.

"That's true!" he agreed, smiling a little, as I released him.  He let go
of me then too.

"See you when I get back," I said, and quickly leaned over and gave his
mother a peck on the cheek.  She seemed very surprised, but suddenly smiled
a genuinely warm smile at me, and pulled me back and kissed my cheek as
well.

"Have a nice trip, and I'm looking forward to meeting Ryan when you
return," she said, still smiling.

I was surprised, but smiled warmly back at her.  Alex was standing beside
her, looking back and forth between us, grinning.

We finished saying good-bye then, and left.

"When were you going to tell me you were going away?" my mother asked as we
carefully picked our way across the icy driveway.

"Tonight," I said.  "I was going to tell you earlier, but..."

"Well," she said, interrupting purposely, so we didn't end up discussing
the day's earlier problems again.  "I hope you have a nice time, and I am
looking forward to meeting Ryan when you bring him back with you."

"Thanks Mom," I said.

When we got back to the house, we both went up to bed right away.

                * * *

Once I was in bed, I grabbed my cell phone and punched in Ryan's speed dial
code.

"Are you naked in bed?" he asked, as he answered.

"Of course!" I snorted.  "Are you?"

Snickering, Ryan said, "I will be in just a minute.  Hang on!"

I grinned as I listened to him rustle and grunt for a moment.

"There!" he said, finally, in a satisfied tone.  "So... before we 'get
down', how was your day Sweetie?"

"You got an hour?" I asked, in a sarcastic tone.  "Wait'll you hear what
happened!"

"Is everything alright?" Ryan asked, sounding suddenly concerned.

"I guess it is now, but this morning was the morning from hell!" I said.

"Oh no!  What happened?" he asked.

"Well, you know how I came out to my mother last night?" I asked.

"Yeah," Ryan said.  Then sounding alarmed he quickly added "She didn't
change her mind about you did she?"

"NO!" I said.  "She's fine!  But... she apparently went over and told
Alex's mother.  And Alex's mother told Alex, and was surprised he knew.
Then, everything about me and him came out, and it was a fucking
nightmare."

"OH NO!" Ryan cried.  "Are you alright?"

"I am now," I said.  "Everything seems to be back to the way it was before.
But, for a few hours, it was awful."

"Tell me all about it!" Ryan said, still concerned.

I launched then, into the story of all that had happened from the moment I
arrived at Alex's house that morning, until when we just got home.
Throughout my story Ryan exclaimed animatedly on his end of the line, at
first either registering shock, horror, fear, or disgust.  As I worked
through the day's events, his feelings softened a little.

When I was through, there was just silence.

"Are you still there Ry?" I asked.

"Yeah," He said.  "Sorry."

"You OK?" I asked.  He'd sounded funny.

"Yeah," He said.  "As much as it all happened to you, just hearing about
it, I feel completely drained!  What a horrible day!  Are you sure you're
OK Babe?"

"Yeah," I said.  I yawned then, and added, "I'm beat though."

"I can imagine," Ryan said.  "I'm so sorry you had to go through all that!"

"Well," I said.  "It was to be expected I guess.  I mean, I'm grown up now,
and here I was fooling around with her kid.  She was bound to get upset by
it."

"But - " Ryan began.  He hesitated a moment, then added "you were nothing
but great with Alex!"

"Well, you, me, and Alex know that," I said.  "But she didn't realize that
at first.  And I suppose if I was her, I'd have felt the same way.  Anyway
- she seems to have gotten past it, and realizes that I never hurt her son,
so... let's stop talking about it.  I'm leaving in the morning, right after
breakfast to come see you!  I'm SO Excited!"

"Me too!" Ryan cried, temporarily forgetting my horror story.

We talked then about my trip to see him, and made our plans.

When we were finished, and everything was all set, Ryan said, "So you stiff
yet?"

Grinning, I looked down at my hardon, which I'd been slowly stroking, and
replied that I was.

"Cool!" he said.  "Me too!  Let's get to it!"

"Oh yeah!" I drawled, grinning, as I reached for my bottle of lotion.

We both set our phones to speaker-phone mode then, and then we both lubed
our cocks, and began stroking off together.  Within a couple minutes, we
were both writhing uncontrollably, each on the brink of orgasm.

"Fuck!" Ryan gasped suddenly, and I knew he'd blown his first load.

"MMMmmmm..." I moaned, as I too erupted with pleasure.

For the next half minute, all you heard from either side of our
conversation were exclaimations of pleasure, and a slight squeaking of bed
springs, as we both continued whacking off, as our bodies spasmed with
delight.

"Damn that was nice!" Ryan said, once he'd finished up.

"Oh yeah!" I agreed.  "And tomorrow, maybe we can be together for real!"

"I can't wait!" Ryan cried, joyously.

"Me either!" I agreed, grinning.

We talked a few more minutes, while we each cleaned up the mess of cum we'd
blown all over our bellies, then we finally said good night.

Shortly, as I laid in the dark, snuggled under the covers, replaying the
events of the day in my mind, and imagining what would happen tomorrow,
when I met Ryan's parents, I apparently drifted off to sleep.

                 * * *

                              Alex's Story

Well, obviously you know how our Christmas went, and how Jon felt about
things.  After reading through his side of things, I found out a few things
I didn't know about, and I also found out a little more about how he felt
about it all.  I wonder if he'll feel any differently after he reads my
side of things.  Oh well... might as well begin...

Yeah - the snow was really coming down the night Jon was supposed to get
home before Christmas.  We'd been hoping he would arrive before dinner, but
he didn't.  Then, he didn't come and didn't come.  It was really late when
he finally did show up.  He was so late, I was sure he'd been in an
accident or something!

You can imagine my relief when he finally pulled into the driveway!

Looking down at his car, I didn't see any damage, but in the light from the
spot lights, I could see how much snow we'd really gotten, so I guessed he
was just really late because traffic was all tied up.

Anyway, I was relieved and grateful that he'd gotten home safely.  And I
waited in my window, hoping he'd look up and wave at me, but he just sat in
the car for a long time, not moving.  I didn't realize he was in the midst
of so much inner turmoil over whether to take off his ring or not!

When he did finally get out of the car, he ran quickly through the snow
into the house, without thinking to look up and see if I was in my window.
I was really disappointed, because he always looked up to see if I was
there.  Suddenly this time he didn't!  Of course, his mother was holding
the door open.  And she was calling to him.  Guess that's why he didn't
hear me knock on the glass.  Of course - maybe if I'd had a light on, he'd
have noticed too, but I was naked and didn't want anyone to see me - except
Jon of course - so I had left the light off.

Once he'd gone in, I dropped my curtain, and went back to my bed, and
turned on the light on my night stand.  I couldn't help smiling as I looked
down at Jon's gay porn magazine he'd given me, my bottle of lotion, a box
of tissues, and the long curved Chinese cucumber I'd stolen out of the
bottom drawer of the refrigerator several hours earlier, which was lying
next to a jar of vaseline!  I hoped it had finally warmed up.  I loved the
shape, size and firmness of them as they slid into me, but not if they were
cold!

"Time to see how much of you, I can stuff up my ass!" I said softly,
grinning to myself.

  Before I laid down on my bed, I checked that my door was locked, and I
made sure the CD I was playing at a moderate volume to cover any noise I
might make, was set to repeat, so I didn't have to stop to get up and
change it when it ran out.

Quickly, I stepped over to my bed, and laid down on it, on my back, next to
my stuff.  As I did, my dick flopped upward, and laid across my pubic bone,
pointing up at my head.  Smiling, I reached for my nipples and
ever-so-gently, I began rubbing my fingertips back and forth, up and down,
over their tips, so that I barely touched them.  Instantly, as a thrill
shot through my body, my dick shot upward and stiffened for a second, then
my muscles relaxed and it plopped back down against my belly again.

Smiling, I continued flicking the tips of my nipples, which had gotten
harder and pointier, for a minute or so, as my dick danced every so often
with excitment.

Eventually, I Looked down at my penis, as it flexed, I saw that the piss
slit was glinting a little in the light.  Evidence that my whole body was
enjoying my tit tickling!  If Vincent was there, he'd be sucking and
nibbling on my nipples, and there'd be a whole drop of pre-jizz hanging off
the tip of my dick!  Well... it probably wouldn't be there too long.
Vincent must've studied my body's reactions to his sex play, and he always
seemed to be aware of what would cause me to dribble a drop or more of
pre-cum.  And usually, he'd know just when to stop what he was doing, and
drop his face down, and suck the head of my cock into his mouth.  Then,
he'd slowly roll his tongue around my glans, and lick off my love fluid.
Usually, just before he'd go back to whatever it was he'd been doing, he'd
slide his lips down my shaft, engulfing the whole thing in his mouth.  Then
he'd swirl his tongue around it, and suck hard on it a couple times, until
I couldn't help gasping with joy!
 It was then, the bastard would stop!

Grinning at me, he'd say "Just a preview of what's to come!"

Then, with my dick aching for more of his tongue and mouth action, he'd
abandon it, and go back to working on my nipples.  Usually after a couple
seconds though, although it wasn't half as good as his blow jobs, I'd have
forgotten my disappointment and frustration, and his continued devouring of
my nipples would bring me to still higher levels of excitement.

As I thought about how Vincent usually made love to me with his mouth, and
my cock flexed intermittently with pleasure, I glanced over at Jon's porn
magazine.  It was open to a picture of a blond boy who was on his knees,
but whose face, shoulders, and chest, were all flat on the floor, so his
ass was sticking up in the air for his friend to "use".  Nearby lay an open
bottle of vaseline.  The blond boy's face was looking right out of the
picture at me, and by his expression, it was clear he was having an orgasm.
Looking at the spot under his lower belly, where the head of his hardon was
visible, I could see a streak of semen just starting to shoot out of him.
On his knees behind the gorgeous blond boy, knelt an even cuter
dark-haired, boy, whose head was tilted far back, and whose cock was buried
to the hilt up the blond's ass, as he held onto the blond's hips.  From the
expression on the dark-haired boy's face, it was clear that he too was in
the middle of pumping a load
 deep inside his friend!

My cock surged as I stared at that picture and envisioned being the blond
boy, and taking Vincent's, or better yet, Jon's even bigger, stiffy up my
butt!

I was horned up beyond belief by then, so I stopped rubbing my nipples, and
reached for the jar of vaseline.  Quickly I popped the top off of it, and
reached in with the middle finger of my right hand, and scooped some of the
jelly out.  Then I drew my legs up, and reached down in between them, until
I found my hole, which I quickly began massaging.  Of course as soon as my
fingertip touched my pucker, my dick surged with pleasure!

Deftly, I began rubbing my hole, enjoying the feeling of its little puffy,
puckered ridges sliding back and forth under my finger tip, as I slid it
back and forth, up and down the lowest depth of my crack.  After a moment,
I stopped rubbing and began pressing down on my anus.  Almost instantly, I
felt myself starting to open!  A few more strokes, and I stopped again and
pressed directly onto my hole again.  At the same time, I consciously
relaxed, and my sphincter started spreading apart.  A second later, I felt
the tip of my finger sliding through my opening.  Bending forward, I
continued pushing, pressing my finger further inward, until suddenly the
tip of it rubbed up against my prostate!

"MMmmm...." I moaned happily.

Smiling, I slowly began shoving my finger in and out of myself, so that the
tip of my finger was massaging my gland.  It felt incredible!  I closed my
eyes then, as I continued finger-fucking myself, and imagined that Vincent
was there, and that it was his finger that was giving me so much pleasure.
Soon I was moaning occasionally, it felt so great!

After a minute, I stopped for a moment, and straightened out my index
finger, and let it settle next to my middle finger that had been sliding in
and out of me.  Then, I pressed downward, forcing my hole to open a little
wider to accommodate the additional finger.  I groaned as I felt my
sphincter being spread open wider than earlier.

For a while then, I slid both my fingers in and out of myself.  As I did, I
studied the Chinese cucumber lying next to me.  Which end should I try?  I
wanted to try the thicker end, but it was rather large - its girth seemed
to be even fatter than Jon's!  The thinner end was thinner than Vincent's
cock though.

After a few seconds, I pulled my fingers out of my ass, and straightened
out my ring finger as well and grouped it and my greasy index and middle
fingers together so they formed a sort of cylinder.  Then, I pressed them
into my ass again.

All three of my fingertips were able to enter my hole OK.  I pushed and my
first knuckles slid in OK, but as I shoved my fingers further inward, my
hole started to stretch uncomfortably, as my second set of knuckles pushed
inward.

"Awwwww!!!" I gasped, as I pressed still further inward.

Suddenly, I was in as far as I could go.  It hurt a little, but not too
bad, so I just sat there that way for a moment, hoping my hole would adjust
to being open so wide.  As I waited, my penis began to wilt.

Dubiously I looked again at the cucumber, wondering if maybe I should try
to whittle the fat end down a little so it would be thinner.  I'd done that
before, but it had been a juicy cuke, and it had gotten me and my bed all
wet, so I really didn't want to do that.

As I looked at the cucumber some more, I realized "I've taken shits that
are fatter than that!  so if something can come through in one direction,
it should be able to go in the other way too!"

Grinning, I slide my fingers out of my hole.  Instantly I felt relief.  And
as I felt myself a moment later, I realized that my anus was remaining open
a little.  I'd succeeded in stretching myself a little!

Quickly, as my cock began to harden again, I reached for the jar of
vaseline, and scooped some of the jelly out with my index and middle
fingers.  Then I picked up the cucumber and held onto the thinner end with
my left hand, as with my right hand, I slathered the vegetable with the
whitish goo.

As soon as I had about 8" of the cucumber liberally slathered with grease,
I gingerly set it down on the lid of the vaseline jar.  Then I wiped my
right hand clean with tissues.  Then, I opened my jug of hand lotion and
poured myself a handful.  Finally, I was all set!

Smiling, but feeling my heart racing, whether in anticipation, or
nervously, I wasn't sure, I picked up the cucumber and laid back down
against my pillows.  As I did, I raised my legs again, and drew them up
against my chest, and then opened them wide, so I could reach between them.

I held the greasy tip of the cucumber against my anus then, and grasped my
cock, which was throbbing again, with my handful of lotion.

Breathing deeply, I began to press against my asshole with the thick end of
the Chinese cucumber.  It only pressed into me just so far, before I
quickly felt discomfort.

"Fuck!" I snapped.

Taking a deep breath, I started pushing like I had to take a shit, like Jon
always said to do, and at the same time, as I squeezed my stiff cock with
my right hand, I pressed the greasy cucumber against my hole, harder than
before.

I winced as the thick vegetable pressed my hole open wider than it had
before.

Although it felt really uncomfortable, I breathed in again, and again,
pushed my ass muscles to open up, and pressed against my hole with the
cuke.

Squeezing my eyes shut and wincing, I could feel the cucumber entering me
even further.  Still it seemed as though my hole wouldn't be able to open
wide enough to accommodate it!

Glancing at the mirror on the wall behind my dresser, I could see that I'd
apparently pushed the cucumber into myself, up to almost the fattest point
- all I needed to do was give it one last good hard shove, and it should
pop in!

With renewed optimism, I took a breath and held it, as with my ass muscles
I pushed outward, and with my hand, I pressed the cucumber even harder
against myself!

Ever so slowly, I felt the vegetable sliding further into me.  I pressed
even harder then.

Suddenly, just as I was thinking of giving up and swapping ends of the
cuke, something happened, and the cucumber jammed inward, until the end of
it slammed up against the back of my rectum.

"AAAAHHHH!!!"  I cried out, as I felt like I'd been ripped open.

"OOohhhh!!!" I groaned a moment later, as I experienced minor agony.

I sat very still then for a minute, with the cucumber shoved up inside me,
and my other hand gripping my then fully softened cock.

"Fuck!" I gasped, wondering if I should try and pull it back out...

Just then, there was a knock on my door.

"Are you alright Alex?" my mother called.

"I'm fine!  Just lost a battle in my game!" I cried, terrified that she was
going to try to walk in, find the door locked, and demand I open it.  If
that happened, I'd have to yank the cucumber out of my ass, shove
everything under the bed, and pull on at least my jeans, and get my video
game up and going.  On top of it, I was hoping and praying I hadn't ripped
myself, and that I wasn't bleeding.

"OK," she called back, to my great relief.  "I'm going to bed now.  See you
in the morning!"

"OK," I called back.  "G'night!"

"Night Sweetie," She hollered.  "Don't stay up too late!"

"I won't!" I replied.

She didn't say anything else then, so she must've gone to bed.  To say I
was relieved, was an understatement!  Oddly though, as my body relaxed
again, I realized that my asshole felt comfortable again, even though I
still had the Chinese Cucumber firmly lodged inside me.

"Hmm..." I murmured.  "To leave it in, or take it out?"

I wasn't sure what to do, so I tugged on it a little.  It felt like it was
firmly stuck inside me, but it wasn't hurting anymore.  If anything, when I
pulled on it, I must've pressed so that it rubbed a little harder against
my prostate, and that felt good!  I decided then, to leave it in while I
jacked off, and maybe to even see if I could move it around a little at the
same time!  I did wonder though just how difficult it was going to be to
get it back out of me!

Deciding to ignore that issue for the moment, I began squeezing my penis
with my lotion-slathered hand.  At the same time, I began slightly pulling
on, then pushing the cucumber, as it sat lodged up my ass.  The two actions
had their desired affect, and shortly, my cock was rock solid again, and my
hand was sliding up and down its slick surface!

"MMMmmm..." I moaned softly, as my cock burgeoned with excitement over the
feelings I was producing by sliding my slick hand up and down it, while at
the same time, I'd begun ever-so-gently, partially fucking myself with the
cucumber.

OK, I suppose I better explain what 'partially fucking myself' means.  lol
What I mean is, I was able to pull on the cucumber, and get it to move an
inch or two back out of me, before it felt 'stuck', and then after I pushed
it back in those couple inches, I was able to press it about another inch,
before I felt like I was hitting a brick wall.  So... I was able to fuck
myself, but not fully - not like it is when you're getting 'long-dicked'!
Still... it felt good! - as you'll soon see!

So, for a few minutes, I laid on my bed with my legs pulled up and spread
open.  With my left hand, I slid the Chinese cucumber in and out of myself
as much as possible, without hurting myself.  And, my right hand of course
was still wrapped around my chubby, sliding up and down it.  The combined
effort felt luxuriously fantastic!

Finally, after a while, I was feeling so good, that I forgot about the fact
that I was going to have to pull the cucumber out of my ass, and I began
jacking off and fucking myself even harder.  It felt even better!  It felt
so good, that shortly, I began to feel my orgasm starting to build up!
This of course caused me to start working on myself even faster and harder!

Within a few seconds, I was almost at my peak.  I was breathing hard, and
my hand was flying up and down my cock.  The cucumber felt like it was
sliding in and out of my hole, as much as if I was long-dicking myself with
it too.  Glancing in the mirror, I was surprised to see just how much of it
I was able to pull out of me, and how far back in I was able to shove it!

Another couple seconds, and I was at my peak.  As my hands flailed up and
down, and I felt the cucumber grinding back and forth over my prostate, I
started gasping softly.

Suddenly, I felt my sinuses, that had been a little clogged, open wide.
Then, I couldn't hold back any further, and I groaned with pleasure, as my
pelvis contracted violently, causing my hole to grasp firmly at the
cucumber, and my balls to snap up against my body, as a huge glob of cum to
rocketed through my urethra, and blasted gloriously out of my cock, landing
on my chest in a thick, long splash of warm, pearly, wetness.

"Ohhhhhhh..." I gasped, as a moment later, my body spasmed joyously again,
sending more molten semen through my dick, to join the first string of it
on my torso.

"Mmmmmm....." I groaned, cumming again, and wetting my belly with more
jism.

All the while I was orgasming, I continued running my hand swiftly up and
down my greasy dick, feeling it burgeon slightly with each pleasureful
blast.  I also continued fucking myself with the cucumber, which was riding
swiftly back and forth over my prostate lump, acting almost as if it was
triggering each blast of joy.

My orgasm continued for another few seconds, each time causing me an
equally as pleasureable spasm of joy, as I sprayed myself with ever
diminishing splatters of cum.

When I was finished, as I laid there, breathing heavily, grasping my
softening cock, and holding onto the end of the cucumber, which kept trying
to push itself out of me a little, I felt warm, and as if I could feel the
blood racing through my veins.  My stomach and chest was streaked and
splattered with globs and ropes of gelatinous semen, that was quickly
beginning to feel chilly.

I laid still for a couple minutes, enjoying the after-glow of my orgasm, as
my heart rate and breating began to slow down.

After a while I began thinking again about the fact that I had to get the
cucumber back out of my ass.

"Fuck!" I muttered, recalling how much it hurt going in.  "How the Hell
could something that's not fatter than one of my bigger pieces of shit,
have hurt that much?"

As I thought about it, I suddenly had a thought!

"If it's the size of a shit, why not shit it out?" I thought, smilng to
myself.

Gently, I pulled on the cucumber then, pulling it out as far as I could
before it began to hurt.  Then, I began pushing, like I was trying to shit.
I suddenly felt the cucumber beginning to push out of myself.  I began
pulling on it again as well, and felt it moving even more.  Quickly I took
a deep breath and held it, and pushed hard, while I pulled on the end of
it.

Suddenly, as I felt again like I was ripping myself, the cucumber shot out
of me!

"God Damn!" I groaned, as I laid the greasy green vegetable down on a few
tissues that were laying next to me.  I couldn't believe how much of it
looked greasy - as if it had been inside me!  A good foot of it looked wet
with vaseline!  How could I get that much of it in me????

I noticed then that my pelvic muscles were contracting and relaxing over
and over, as my asshole attempted to close up.

Reaching down, I felt my hole and was surprised to feel that it was wide
open yet, and that I was able to easily push three fingers up inside me.
Quickly I withdrew them, and pulled my fingers up to my face to examine
them.  I was relieved to find there was no blood on them.

Hoping to help my ass close up, I lowered my legs then, and stretched them
out.  Then I reached for some tissues and began wiping my hands off.  Once
they were adequately clean, I ripped some more out of the box and wrapped
my sticky cock in them.  Then, I grabbed still more, and began wiping all
my semen off my chest and belly.

"God damn what a mess!" I muttered to myself, ruefully.  A second later
though I smiled as I remembered how awesome what I'd done had felt.  It was
well worth the cleanup!

After I'd finished cleaning myself up, and I'd wrapped up and hidden the
cucumber in some paper in my trash basket, I got up, slipped on my pants
and ran across the hall to wash up.

When I was finished, I slipped quickly back to my room, and went to bed.

                   * * *

The next morning I woke up early, to my mother calling "good-bye" through
my door.

"Unnnhh... Bye Mom!" I groaned.

Glancing at the clock, I groaned again when I saw it was only 7:30.  I
wished my mother had just left without waking me up.  I probably would've
slept longer.

Yawning, I frowned when I realized it was too early to call Jon too, as
he'd be pissed if I woke him so early.

Sighing, I decided to play a video game while I waited.

I played for a while, and by the time I was finished with the level I was
on, it was almost 9:00!  Finally!  I couldn't wait any longer!  The whole
time I'd been playing my game, my mind was only half on the game.  The
other half was on Jon.  Of course, as I thought about him, my dick started
to swell!  I knew he'd said we couldn't have sex anymore, but I had an idea
that I thought MIGHT change his mind!

Grinning, I got up, picked up the phone, and stepped over to the window.
Then I dialed Jon's number.

"Hello!" I heard Jon answer groggily, after obviously fumbling with the
phone.

"HEY!" I shouted.  Chuckling, I added "Are you still in bed?"

"Uh... yeah," he said, still sounding groggy.

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

"Jus' a minute," he said, yawning.  I heard some movement, as he was
apparently getting up.

I opened to curtains and looked over at Jon's bedroom window across the
driveway.

I saw him part the drapes slightly and peak out the crack between them.
Apparently the sun was shining in his eyes, because I saw him pull back
quickly, and drop the drapes.

"Hey!" I yelled.  "Where'd you go?"

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

I couldn't help giggling.

Just then, the sun wend behind a cloud.  A moment later, I saw him pull the
curtain aside again.  This time when he looked out, he didn't pull back.  I
saw he was looking down at the snow in the driveway, and figured he thought
I was calling from outside.

"Look over here!" I cried, banging on the window pane.  Quickly I pulled
the drapes open wide and stepped forward, so that when he looked across,
he'd be able to see me in all my horned up glory!

Jon finally looked my way, and stood blinking, trying to focus.  Quickly, I
grabbed my cock and started masturbating.

Suddenly a huge grin appeared on his face and he hollered, "You swine!"

"So.... you gonna join me?" I asked saucily.  To add emphasis to my
question, I made faces like I was just about to get off.

Jon stood watching me for a minute.  I could tell he was enjoying what I
was doing.  I hoped he'd open his curtains, and be naked and hard too, and
start jacking with me.  I mean - it wouldn't be like we were having sex, so
we wouldn't be cheating on Vincent and Ryan!

Suddenly he looked upset, and let his curtain drop closed.

Disappointed, I said, "Look - I know we said 'no more sex'... but, I kinda
thought maybe we could at least jack together like this!  Couldn't we???"

He hesitated, and I knew he was thinking.  I hoped he'd change his mind and
suddenly open the drape and start jacking off with me.

"I know what you're saying," he said, softly.  "And I understand how you
feel.  I kind of do myself, but... I don't think it'd be such a good idea.
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," I sighed, sadly.

Neither of us said anything for a minute.  Finally, I decided I might as
well go jerk off in the shower.

"Well... it's your loss!" I said, hoping to give him an emotional jab, like
he'd given me.  "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?" he asked.

"Didn't your mom tell you?" I asked chuckling.  "Tomorrow's Christmas Eve
already!  She wants me and you to go get your tree and put it up!"

"Ohhh!" he said.  "OK.  I'll go shower and get dressed then."

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

"You asshole!" he said.  But he was chuckling.  I bet he probably was gonna
do just that!

Suddenly, before I could reply, he asked, "Hey, is Vincent goining with us
to get the tree?"

"He went to his grandmother's for the holiday," I said, sadly.  "Why do you
think I was jacking off, and not saving myself of him?"

"Ohhh!" he said.

He chuckled then, and said, "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," I said.  "But, I still miss him, and he misses me too!"

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

"I expected you might," I said, chuckling.  It was kind of nice that he and
I were in the same situation at least.

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

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

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

Chuckling, I 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," he said.

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

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

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

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

Snickering I said, "'K - C'ya!"

"Bye," he replied and hung up.

I looked out the window again.  Just as I did, John's drapes opened a
little and he looked over at me, and grinned.

Suddenly I realized he wanted to get another look at me nude, before
heading for the shower!

"NO FAIR!" I yelled, hoping I was loud enough for him to hear through our
house walls.  "YOU GET TO SEE ME, BUT I DON'T GET TO SEE YOU!"

I really didn't care that he was looking at me again.  But, I wished he'd
let me have a look at him too!

Grinning, I grabbed my dick, and began beating off again.

I couldn't believe it when he suddenly ripped his curtains open wide for a
moment, and stood there grinning at me, with his hardon pointing right at
me!

Grinning, I gave a rebel yell, like they use on "The Dukes of Hazard".

Grinning even wider, he winked at me, then let the drapes fall shut again.

"NOOOOOooo!!" I yelled, in a disappointed tone, again, loud enough to be
heard through the house walls.

A moment later the phone rang.

"That wasn't fair!" I cried into the mouth piece as I picked up the phone.

Suddenly I heard a woman's voice ask "What wasn't fair?"

As I felt myself go beet red, I cried, "Oh!  I'm sorry!  I thought you were
someone else!"

"I just wanted to report seeing a naked young boy in one of your windows!"
the 'woman' said then.  It WAS Jon!  And he was jerking my chain!

"YOU ASSHOLE!" I cried.

He roared then, and I couldn't help laughing then too.  It was funny!

"Go shower!" he said.

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

"I AM TOO!" he cried, then laughing we both 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.

                    * * *

  Before I got in the shower, I carefully sat down on the toilet to take a
shit.  This wasn't such an easy thing to do, because my dick was stiff, but
I had to shit, so I didn't have a choice!  So as I lowered my ass down onto
the toilet seat, I leaned forward, holding my hardon pointing down, so it
passed through the toilet seat ring, as I sat down.  I had to remain
leaning forward, holding my cock in position the whole time.  Luckily, I
really had to go, so I didn't have to waste time waiting for things to
start.  Immediately, I began shitting!  As it passed out of me, I winced
though when my asshole started to sting really bad.

"Damn!" I muttered.  "Maybe that cuke was too fat afterall last night!"

When I was done, I stood up so my cock wasn't being bent any longer than
necessary... of course it had started to soften a little, but still, it was
uncomfortable sitting there that way.  Quickly I ripped some Charmin off
the roller, and gingerly wiped myself.  I wasn't surprised, and only mildly
concerned to see a couple thin streaks of blood on the toilet paper, along
with some shit, when I examined it.

Since it wasn't a lot of blood, I didn't get upset.  I reached behind me
and dropped the wad in the toilet, then ripped another wad of paper off the
roller and wiped again.  This time, while there was still some telltale
blood on the paper, at least it was shit-free.

Smiling ruefully, as my hole stung yet, I dropped the second wad of toilet
paper into the bowl, along with the first wad, and the long, curved log of
shit I'd laid.

As I looked into the bowl at my shit, it just didn't make sense that the
cucumber I'd fucked myself with the night before, which I suddenly
remembered was still in my waste basket, that I'd best remember to ditch in
the trash can in the garage, had hurt so much, when it was only slightly
fatter than the shit I'd just pushed out!  It just didn't make sense!

Sighing, I gave up pondering my poop, and flushed the toilet, then jumped
into the shower.

I waited for a moment for the toilet to stop running, before turning on the
water.  When the toilet stopped running, I turned on the hot water faucet,
then the cold and held my hand under the spigot until I had adjusted the
temperature to my liking.  Once it was just right, I flipped the stopper
up, and suddenly the showerhead spritzed me with water.

I straightened up then and let the water flow down over me, as I turned
around and around, and raised and lowered my arms, getting myself wet all
over.

After a minute, I reached up and took the showerhead, which was on the end
of a hose, off its mount and lowered it in front of me.  I adjusted the
spray to be a gentle pulse, then turned it upside down and passed it under
my semi-erect dick and balls.  Instantly, I felt a surge of pleasure pass
through me, and my cock pulsed stiff with excitement!  I spread my feet
apart then and bent forward slightly, and pushed the showerhead through my
crotch, until the spray was hitting my ass.  Initially, the sharp spray
stung my hole like all Hell, but soon, the stinging sensation waned, and I
felt the usual pleasure I got from the spray hitting my pucker.

I pulled the showerhead back under my cock and balls then, and let the
pulsing action of the water masturbate me for a couple of minutes.  As I
did, my cock flexed repeatedly every few seconds.

Finally, I was feeling pretty horny, so I hung the showerhead back up and
reached for the shampoo.  It was one of the varieties that have conditioner
in it, so I poured a handful, and started working on lathering up my hair
and scratching my scalp good.  Then I ran my hands downward and quickly
lathered my entire body.

When I reached my cock, I reached up and scooped some extra lather from my
hair, then I soaped myself up good, using one hand on my cock, and the
other on my balls.  I reached through and ran a soapy hand through my ass
crack as well.  Of course, my asshole stung from the contact with the soap,
but, soon the feeling went away, and my hole just felt hot.

Pulling my hand back out, I began sliding it up and down my soapy dick,
while I massaged my balls with my other hand.  It felt great!

As I began properly masturbating, my mind wandered over to Jon's house, and
I imagined him doing the same thing in his shower!  Immediately, I felt a
heightened sense of arousal.

Closing my eyes, I began pistoning my right hand up and down my soapy cock,
as I kneaded my balls with my left hand, and I thought about Jon doing the
same to his body.

I was so "Hot" that within a half minute, I could feel my orgasm building
up already!

I started slamming my hand up and down my dick even faster!  The feeling of
it sliding back and forth over my slippery skin, with my fingertips riding
up and down my thick urethra underneath, made me even more excited.

Within seconds I was grunting and breathing in gasps, as I started flailing
up and down my cock.  I closed my eyes and tilted my head back to take in
more air, as I continued pumping away on myself.

Suddenly, I felt my groin explode, and with a joyous blast, I ejaculated
all over the shower curtain.

"AAAAwwwww!!!" I groaned, with pleasure, as I continued jacking off.

"Mmmmmm!!!" I moaned a moment later, as I spasmed with delight again.

Still pumping away, I tensed and blasted again, shooting yet another stream
of semen against the shower curtain.

"Fuck!" I gasped the fourth time I came.

My orgasm started to die down then, so I slowed my hand down.  Within a few
seconds, it was over.  I continued pumping my cock slowly though, as it
started to soften.  Several seconds later, my body shook slightly, as I had
one last residual spasm of pleasure, and oozed a bit more cum.

"Damn!" I said, smiling, as I stood for a minute holding my genitals yet,
as the water sprayed down next to me.

I let go of myself then and put my hands under the spray and washed them
off.  Quickly I pulled down the showerhead and rinsed myself, and the
shower curtain off good.

Being clean, rinsed, and satisfied, I turned off the water, and got out of
the shower.  Quickly I dried myself off, dried my hair, brushed my teeth,
and ran back to my room and got dressed.  Then I headed for Jon's.

Oh yeah.  I know you're wondering - I DID remember to empty my 'trash' into
the garbage can, so my mother didn't find the cucumber.

                 * * *

I figured Jon would already be in the kitchen when I got there, so I hadn't
brought the key to his house.  When I got to his back door and looked in,
the kitchen was empty though.

"Great!  I got him so hot he's probably still jackin' off in the shower!" I
groaned to myself.

Hoping I was wrong, and wouldn't have to go back to my house for the key, I
pounded loudly on the back door.

A moment later I grinned when, from within, I heard Jon's footsteps coming
down the stairs.

"So, was it good for you?" I asked, waggling my eyebrows and grinning.

"Yeah!" he said, looking like I'd asked a stupid quesion.  Then he grinned
and asked "Was it good for you too?"

"Hella good!" I cried, laughing.

"Cool!" Jon 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!" I said.  I told him then about White's - where I'd gone with
Vincent and his family.

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

"I think we gotta shovel before we leave!" I said, frowning.

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

"Yup," I replied.

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

                  * * *

It took a little while for us to shovel and snow-blow both our driveways
out.  I was famished by the time we were done.

"I'm glad that's done!" I declared as I leaned my shovel against the house.

"Yeah," Jon said.  "Let's get some grub!  I'm starving!"

I told him I was too, so we quickly got into his car, and drove to a diner.
We were so hungry, we both got "The Lumberjack" breakfast, which includes
three eggs, three sausages, three strips of bacon, three pancakes, a pile
of hash browns, juice, and I had chocolate milk, while Jon had coffee.  I
didn't normally eat that much for breakfast, but my gut felt like a huge
empty pit!

While we waited for the food to come, I told Jon about my trip with Vincent
and his family to to White's tree farm.  He roared with laughter when I
told him how Vincent's parents kept fighting, and how Vincent got disgusted
and we just walked away, chose the tree, cut it down, walked back with it,
and found Vincent's his parents still arguing!

Just as I finished the story, our food came, and we dove into it!

Soon, both our plates were empty and we both sat back, smiling at each
other.

"That was so good!" I sighed, smiling.

"Yeah," I agreed.

As Jon rubbed his belly, I noticed the ring on Jon's finger.

"What's that?" I asked, looking curiously across the table at it.

I was surprised when he blushed a little.  After a moment he told me then
how he and Ryan had "pledged themselves" to each other!

At first, I felt like he'd kicked me in the stomach!  Even though I knew he
and Ryan were serious, and I was serious with Vincent too, I still felt
betrayed that Jon had made such a commitment to "somone else"!

I didn't know what to say, and just sat staring at Jon for a moment.  It
was then I saw the hurt look on his face, and realized that he'd expected I
would be happy for him.

For another minute, I sat thinking of just what to say in response.

Finally, I realized that he'd been honest with me all along, and that his
having a ring now, and being "pledged" to Ryan really wasn't anything more
than he'd told me was going to happen.  I decided I was probably being
stupid, because even though he didn't want to have sex anymore, Jon still
liked me and wanted to hang out with me.  Even though, I knew that this was
just another signal that things would never get back to the way they had
been before Jon left for school.  Now that he was away, and he had Ryan, we
wouldn't get to be together anymore like we used to be.  And he seemed dead
set against us ever 'being together' anymore too.  Well... I could
understand how he felt about Ryan... I mean, I have Vincent too!  And I
really do love Vincent!  So, I guess I was just being a little selfish -
maybe even childish, wishing things could go back to the way they were
before.  Anyway, I was truly happy that he was so happy, and in reality,
because I was in love with Vincent
 too, I was really happy myself.  So, it really wasn't so bad.

Suddenly, I realized I was taking too long to respond, and the longer I
waited, the more disappointed Jon was going to be, I quickly smiled and
said "That's SO cool!!!"

"Really?" he asked, sounding surprised.  Obviously he'd read my expression
and realized I wasn't initially happy about his news.

"Yeah!" I cried, grinning.

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

"Well..." I said, as my smile faded.  "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!"

When I finished, I smiled at him again.

"So, you really mean it then?" he asked, sounding a little uncertain yet.

"Absolutely!" I said.

He watched me for a minute, and must have realized I meant it, because
finally he relaxed, and his grin returned as he said, "Thanks man!  I do
love you you know!  Probably more than you realize!  And I always will!  I
don't 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?"

I felt my heart soar as I listened to what Jon was saying, and my eyes
started to sting, like I was gonna start crying or something as I grinned
at him.

I couldn't speak at first, because there was a lump in my throat.  As I
thought about what Jon had just said, I realized that that was exactly what
I wanted and needed - for him to be my big brother - like we'd started out
- and for him to always be there for me!  After a second, I swallowed the
lump in my throat, which had gotten even bigger, and blinking back my tears
I said, "I feel the same way about you too Jon!  I've always thought of you
as my big brother!  And I always will!"

He grinned then, and his eyes looked sparkly, like they were wet too, just
like mine.

The waitress came then to leave our bill.  She gave us a weird look as she
looked at the two of us staring at each other - grinning like a pair of
idiots.  Finally, she dropped the bill and walked away, shaking her head.
Chuckling, Jon pulled out his wallet, and got out some money, and put it
under his coffee mug, then we got up and went to the cash register by the
door, where he paid the bill, and we left.

We got in the car again, we headed for the Christmas tree farm then.

                    * * *

"Let's get a Frasier Fir, like Vincent got!" I said, as we got out of the
car at White's Tree Farm.  "It smells the best, and looks the nicest - real
bushy."

"OK, lead the way!" Jon said.

I looked around for the horse drawn, sleigh, but didn't see it.  Then, I
saw a sign on the side of the barn that said it only ran on weekends.

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

"It's OK," Jon said.  "It's too bad.  It would've been fun!  But, it'll be
fun hiking out too.  C'mon, show me where we they are!"

Glad that Jon seemed happy yet, I told him to follow me, and we set out
into the field next to the barn, walking in the direction of the trees,
which were on the other side of the field.

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

"Yeah.  Guess that sleigh would've been good afterall!" Jon said, breathing
too.

We rested a minute, then set off again.  Eventually, we got to the trees,
and I took Jon to the area where the Frasier firs were.

"Good choice!" he said.

Grinning, I said, "It was Vincent's idea!"  Then I breathed in the scent of
the the trees too.

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

I chuckled and grinned back at him.

We looked around a few minutes, and ended up picking a big, bushy tree.
Jon was worried we might not be able to fit it into the house.  Recalling
the fun Vincent and I had cutting the tree down to size, I told him I was
sure we "make it fit" if we had too.  As I thought some more about how I'd
helped Vincent prepare the tree to bring inside, my cock began to harden.
I so wished Jon and I would end up having some fun like that, but thinking
about it, I knew that wasn't about to happen.

Shaking off my happy, daydream, I looked over to see Jon shaking the tree
to get the snow off it.  As he did, some of the snow fell into his glove.
I laughed of course, as he grimmaced from the cold wetness that fell into
it, onto his hand.  Glowering at me, he quickly he pulled it off and shook
as much out of it as possible.

After he got his glove back on, I leaned over and pulled the lower branches
up so Jon could cut the tree down.

Suddenly, I felt some snow drop down inside the neck of my jacket!  It was
feezing and wet!

Automatically, I leaped back screaming.  As I did, I let go of the
branches, and they hit Jon.

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

"Asshole!" I snapped, reaching for the back of my jacket collar to try and
get the snow out of it.  It was useless, I couldn't get at it.

Jon laughed at me as I continued trying to get the snow off my neck.
    After a moment though, he apparently felt bad for me, because he
reached over and brushed off as much of it as he could.

"Thanks," I said.

He didn't get it all though, and it felf really uncomfortable!

Realizing, he said, "Guess we didn't get it all did we?"

Suddenly remembering he was the cause of it, I snapped "No, and it really
doesn't feel very nice!"

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

"I'll live," I said, as the wetness began to feel less cold, as my body
heat warmed up the wet spot on the neck of my shirt.  "Let's just hurry up
and get this sucker plucked!"

Jon smiled and told me to hold the branches back again.  I looked
suspiciously at him for a minute, but he didn't look like he was going to
dump anymore snow down my neck, so I bent over again and pulled the
branches up and out of my way.  Quickly he cut across the trunk with a
little saw we'd brought along.

I yelled "Timber!" as the tree toppled over, as we both stepped back, and
Jon chuckled at me.

Together then, we dragged the tree back to the car, paid for it, and put it
on the car's roof.  Then we drove home with it.

                      * * *

"Good timing," Jon said, as we pulled into the driveway.  It was just
starting to snow again.

"Yeah!" I agreed.

We hurried and cut off the ropes that we'd used to tie the tree down on the
roof of Jon's car.  Jon lifted it off, then dropped it on its stump.  He
picked it up and dropped it again.  Then, he shook it a little to get the
new-fallen snow, and any loose needles off of it.  Finally, we carried it
into the house.  It just fit!

We spent the next couple hours setting it tree up and decorating it.  While
we did, it began snowing hard outside.

Just as we were finishing, Jon's mother pulled into the driveway.  She was
home early.

"Whew!" she exclaimed, as she came in the back door, stamping her feet.
  When she saw us she smiled and said, "It's really coming down out there!
They let us go early because of it, and because of the holiday!"

"That was nice of them," Jon said,

I looked out the window, and wondered if my mother would be coming home
early too.  I hoped so.  I didn't want her to get stuck in the snow... or
worse - get in an accident!

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

"She's almost here," Jon's 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 and spend the evening together!  Hope that's OK
with you guys!"

"Cool!" I said, grinning.

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

               * * *

My mother got home a half hour later, just as the storm was beginning to
turn into a blizzard.  She went in our house for a few minutes, then after
she changed into her jeans and a sweater, she came over to Jon's house
carrying big bags of food she'd picked up.

We spent a nice evening together then.

Our mothers opened a bottle of wine and they each had a glass while they
cooked together.  They made a great dinner of lasagna, salad, and Italian
bread.  For dessert, we had spumoni and Christmas cookies.  Jon and our
mom's had coffee, and I had a mug of hot chocolate.

I looked hopefully at Jon's mom when she put out a wine glass for him too.
But I noticed she didn't have one for me too.  Frowning, I thought for a
minute, then smiling hopefully I said, "Could I please have some wine with
dinner too?"

Jon's mother looked confused, then she looked at my mother.  Mom looked at
me over the top of her glasses for a minute, thinking.

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

Grinning I looked at Jon.  They were finally accepting the fact I was
growing up too - just like Jon!  I was a little annoyed when I saw they way
they smiled at each other in a patronizing way, but Jon just grinned and
nodded at me.

A few minutes later, as our mothers were putting the food on the table,
Jon's mom asked him to pour the wine.  He gave them each a glassful, then
poured one for himself.  As he went to fill my glass, I couldn't believe it
when he looked over at my mother as if for approval!  Mom just smiled at
him, and nodded.  He smiled then and poured me a full glass as well, as I
looked at him annoyed.

"Why'd you hesitate?" I whispered, when our mother's both went back to the
kitchen.

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

More annoyed than ever, all I could do was glare at Jon!  He made me feel
even more pissed off, as he smiled even wider and chuckled.

"She gave her permission for a full glass, didn't she?" he said finally,
looking at me like he did when he was in 'big brother' mode and was trying
to teach me something.  "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!"

I looked at Jon, a little incredulously for a few seconds, as he smiled at
me.  Suddenly, I realized he didn't look smug or anything.  In fact, he
looked like he was trying to be helpful to my cause.  I relaxed then and
finally smiled gratefully at him.

"Thanks," I whispered.

"You're welcome!" he said softly, still smiling.

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

It was a great meal, and it seemed really special, not just because it was
a holiday, but because it had been so long since we'd all had dinner
together.  It wasl like we were one big happy family!

The conversation went non-stop.  My mother asked Jon about school, he asked
both mothers about their work, and everyone asked me about school.

Suddenly I noticed Jon looking alarmed.  Following his eyes, I saw that our
mother were looking pointedly at each other.  Then, my mother's eyes turned
and she looked right at Jon's ring!  Jon's face turned red, and he suddenly
looked stressed, as he dropped his hand into his lap.

Then, he suddenly began talking about the weather!

I watched our mothers and both of them looked at each other pointedly
again.  I was surprised when neither of them said anything about Jon's
ring.  Jon looked relieved though.  I noticed he kept his hand in his lap
for the rest of the meal though.

After we finished eating and loaded the dishes into the dish washer, we
watched some Christmas shows on TV and played a game for the rest of the
evening.

              * * *

After Jon and his mom left, and I was helping Mom pick up, she looked at me
strangely suddenly and said, "I meant to ask you... I was going to make
fried zucchini with dinner tonight, and I thought I had 2 zucchinis in the
refrigerator, but I could only find one.  Did you eat the other one???"

I felt my face begin to heat up, as my mind shot instantly to the
'cucumber' I'd used the night before.

"NO WONDER it seemed so much bigger than usual!"  I thought incredulously.

"It's OK if you ate it," Mom said.  "But if you didn't, I just don't know
what could've happened to it!"

"Um..." I said, trying to think fast.  "Well, I did eat it.  I had a salad,
and I thought it was a cucumber, but it wasn't, but it tasted good
anyway... so... yeah - I ate it!  Sorry!"

My mother looked strangely at me for a minute, then smiled and chuckled and
said, "That's OK Honey.  At least I know I'm not cracking up!"

Thankfully, she dropped it then, and started talking about what our plans
were for the next day.  I on the other hand couldn't get the thought out of
my mind that I'd actually shoved a zucchini up my ass, instead of a
cucumber!  As I felt my cock straining in my pants at the memory, I
couldn't help but think that it must've been a strange zucchini, to have
looked so much like a cucumber.  I'd never mistaken a zucchini for a
cucumber in the past!"

Quickly, I busied myself helping, and soon we were done.

"I'm going to bed," Mom announced.

"Guess I will too," I said.  "There's gonna be plenty more snow to move
tomorrow.  I need some rest!"

Mom smiled and stepped over to me and kissed me on the cheek.

"OK then, g'night dear!" she said.

"Night Mom!" I said.  Quickly I turned and ran up the stairs, while she
went to check that the door was locked and to turn on the night light.

                 * * *

AS I laid in bed a little while later, staring up at the ceiling, while I
fondled my cock with my right hand, and my balls with my left, I couldn't
help smiling to myself over the fact I'd used a zucchini on myself the
night before, instead of a cucumber.  I still couldn't believe I'd made
such a mistake, but - it certainly explained why it seemed so big!

My cock swelled and flexed in my hand as I kneaded it, and recalled how
awesome my orgasm had been the night before.

A minute later, since my cock had become fully hard, I started pulling on
it in a masturbatory fashion, rather than just playing with it.

Smiling, I turned my thoughts to Vincent.  I wondered what he was doing.
Maybe he was laying in bed jacking off too.  I hoped to.  I thought about
calling him, but it was kind of late, so I didn't.

Closing my eyes, I started whacking off a little harder, and squeezing my
balls intermittently.

As I masturbated, I thought about stopping and lubing up, but what I was
doing felt so good, and I was tired, besides, it was chilly without the
covers pulled up over me, and if I lubed off, I'd had to teg uncovered, so
the lube didn't get all over the sheets and blankets, so I decided to just
continue dry-handing myself.

As I thought some more about Vincent, I recalled the last time we were
together in bed.  We were in a '69', each sucking away on the other, while
we slid a couple of greasy fingers in and out of each other's butt holes.
Vincent's fingers felt so fantastic inside me, as he massaged my prostate,
while his mouth engulfed and pleasured my cock.  I had as much of his dick
in my mouth as well, and was doing my best to gently rub on his gland as
well.  I expect whatever I was doing, he was enjoying it, because he
couldn't stop moaning, and all too soon, his hips began bucking a little.
Then suddenly he tensed up, and as I felt his anus contracting tightly
around my fingers, and his prostate swelling slightly, he grunted, and I
felt a hot, strong blast of salty jelly-like fluid slap the back of my
throat.

The beginning of Vincent's orgasm, and taste of his semen, excited me so
much, my own orgasm began to quickly form up.

As I pumped my mouth up and down Vincent's love rod, and probed deep inside
him with my fingers, I gently kneaded his testicles with my free hand.
Initially they'd dangled in a relaxed fashion in his slack, smooth-skinned
scrotal sack.  As he'd neared his climax though, they'd pulled up against
his body, and swelled a bit, as the skin of his sack had contracted and
thickened and now looked like a lumpy, very wrinkled hand ball.

It was amazing, but all of those thoughts had flashed into and through my
mind in just a split second - just long enough for Vincent to twitch, and
tense up, as he again groaned, and pumped another flood of cum into my
mouth.

I kept on working on Vincent, and knew I was almost ready to blow my own
load.

Then, just as Vincent tensed up to blow a third load into my mouth, I too
tensed up.  Sensing my excitement building, he sped up his hand and mouth
motions a little for me, and as he blew my mouth full of jism, I too
groaned, and flooded his mouth with my semen as well.

Recalling how intense my orgasm had been at the time, and how intense
Vincent's had seemed to him, I suddenly felt my current orgasm about to
begin!

Quickly I tossed off the blankets and sheet, as I sped up my right hand.
Even though the air that hit my naked skin was cold, it didn't stop my
orgasm's progress, and a moment later, as much as I was trying to hold
back, I couldn't.  Gasping, I felt a gush of cum fly through my cock and
shoot through the air.  Quickly I jerked my head to the right, and my cum
landed in a splat on my pillow right next to my head.

I continued pumping my cock, and a moment later, I again spasmed with joy,
as more semen sprang from my dick.  This time it landed in a long, thick
streak on my chest.

I jacked away on my cock then, as I thought back on Vincent's and my last
time together, and every second or two, I joyously blew another blast of
cum all over myself.

Eventually, my orgasm ended, and at the same time, thoughts of Vincent and
I sucking and finger-fucking each other, faded from my mind as well.

I laid there for a couple minutes in the chilly wintery night air, enjoying
my body's sexual warmth.  Then, as I began to feel cold, I quickly pulled
some tissues from the box on my night stand and cleaned myself and the
pillow up.  Quickly then, I pulled the covers up and laid back down.  Then,
smiling to myself, I let my mind drift aimlessly, and I must've fallen
asleep immediately.


                  * * *

It was Christmas Eve morning when I woke up.  I was happy about that, til I
looked out the window and saw all the snow in the driveways below!  Jon and
I ended up spending the entire morning outside shoveling and snow-blowing.
That sucked!  When we were finished though, I suddenly got hit in the
shoulder by a snowball.  Then I heard Jon's laughter.  Quickly I reached
down and scooped up some snow, and the fight was on!  In the end, I think I
won... I'm not really sure though - we both seemed to take almost the same
number of hits.  All I know is Jon's the one who hollered "Uncle" first,
and since he quit before me, I won!

Afterward, I suggested we build a snowman.  I think Jon was ready to go in,
but because I'd started rolling the base, he joined in.

Our mothers spent the day together at our house, cooking, baking, and
wrapping gifts.  They seemed to have a good time.

In the afternoon, Jon and I went over to his house, and spent a few hours
playing video games.

That evening, since we'd had supper at Jon's house the night before, we had
supper at our house.  Our moms put out a nice spread of salad, ham, mashed
potatoes, corn mixed with peas and carrots, and pop-overs.  For dessert we
had apple pie with cheese.  With the meal we had wine again - and they gave
me a glass too, and I didn't even have to ask for it!

Afterward, we changed and all went to church.  I would've preferred to stay
home, but I didn't have a choice.  And I hated it that I had to wear a
suit!  Besides, as I changed I started to get a little nervous.  It got
worse when we arrived at church.  I was nervous because after the service,
we were going to put on a Christmas pageant, and I was the narrator!

I hadn't told Jon I was in the pageant, and he kept looking at me in a
funny way.  Probably because I was so dressed up!  When I got up and left
them after the service ended, he looked even more curious.  When I stepped
out on the altar though, all he could do was grin and chuckle!  Jerk!  All
that did was make me embarrassed!

Well, I managed to get through it, probably because I had note cards to
read.  Anyway, I was glad when it was done, and we started singing
Christmas carols with the choir.  When it was all over, several people said
it was a great pageant, so I guess it wasn't so bad afterall!

As we drove home afterward, it started snowing again.

"Guess we know how we'll be spending Christmas," Jon sighed.

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

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

Jon and our moms all started to laugh then.  In the end, I joined in too.

As our laughter died down, Jon 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!"

I couldn't help grinning in reply, as our moms who were sitting in back
chuckled.

We all changed back into comfortable clothes when we got home, and Jon and
his mom came back over.  Jon and I worked on starting a fire, while our
moms popped some corn.  Then we all watched Mom's favorite Christmas movie
- "White Christmas".

It was nearly midnight when the movie ended.  Mom told me to check if the
news was still on, but it wasn't.  Instead, they had the pope on.  he was
giving Midnight Mass at the Vatican.  We watched it for a few minutes,
until the clock chimed at midnight.  Jon's mom got up and wished everyone a
"Merry Christmas!" and said they needed to get home.  We all got up then
and wished each other a "Merry Christmas!", then, agreed to get together at
our house for presents and breakfast in the morning.  We said "Good night"
then, and they left.

                  * * *

As I crawled into bed a few minutes later, my cell phone rang.  It was
Vincent!  I could tell by the ring tone!  I had set the phone to play
Nickelback's "Rockstar" whenever he called.  I'd have picked something a
little more ... 'intimate', but I didn't want to have to explain to Mom, or
anyone else, why I had some love song set to ring when a guy called me!

"Hey!" I said, grinning as I answered the phone.

"Merry Christmas Babe!" Vincent's soft voice came through the earpiece.
"How ya doin'?"

"Great!" I cried.  "And Merry Christmas to you too!  How are you?"

Vincent chuckled softly and said, "I'm fine!  So you were still up, right?"

"Hell yeah," I said.  "Just crawlin' into bed to think about you and jack
off!"

Vincent snickered and said, "Glad I caught ya in time.  I need to jack too
- so we can do it together!"

"Cool!" I said, as I felt my cock lurch into life.

"So - before we start - you do anything exciting the last couple days?" he
asked.

I told him then about how Jon and I had spent most of our time clearing
snow, and how we'd gone to White's and gotten a tree and put it up.

"You didn't have as much fun getting the tree ready to put up with Jon, as
you had with me, did you?" he asked, sounding a little funny.

"No!" I said, surprised.

"So... you and Jon didn't... well, you didn't 'do' anything together then?"
he asked, still sounding funny.

"NO!" I growled.

"Cool!" he said, and I could tell by the happier, relieved tone in his
voice that he'd relaxed.

"If I did, do you think I'd need to jack off?" I asked, as if trying to
point out that it was obvious Jon and I hadn't had sex.

Vincent snickered again and said, "Alex!  You've gotta be the horniest guy
I know!  You can get off with my dick slamming in and out of your ass, and
5 minutes later you need to get off again!  So, don't you think that
question's a little stupid?"

Oddly, I felt the tips of my ears heating up a little.  I mean, even though
Vincent and I had had tons of sex, and knew all about each other, it was
still a little embarrassing to have him talk about me like I was some kind
of a perve!

Thinking quickly, I tried to come up with a good come-back, but in the end,
all I could come up with was, "Well, actually - you seem to have the same
problem!  Christ!  Half the time, if you leave your dick in me after it
goes soft, all I have to do is start fondling your nips, and you swell
right back up again!"

Vincent snickered then and said, "OK, you're right - there is someone on
the face of this planet who's hornier than you!  It's ME!"

He roared with laughter then, and I couldn't help joining in.

"Well," I said, when I could talk again.  "At least you see my point!"

"I do, and I'm just picking on you!" he replied.  "Anyway, you hard yet?"

It was my turn to laugh - nearly hysterically at that.

"After what we just said about each other, and all the great memories that
popped into my mind, you think I'm still soft?????"  I laughed again.

Vincent laughed hearily too.

"OK," he said, when he calmed down.  "That was a rather stupid question.
Here's a better one though - you lube up yet?"

Grinning, I reached for my jug of hand lotion and said, "Not yet, but I'll
do it right now!"

"Cool!" Vincent replied.  "Me too!"

As I opened my bottle of hand lotion and squeezed some out, I heard Vincent
doing the same thing.

A minute later, Vincent moaned with pleasure, and I knew he had started to
jack off already.  Quickly I grabbed my own cock, and slid my lotioned hand
up and down it.  As I did, I couldn't help moaning softly as well.

"Where are you right now?" Vincent asked.

I told him I was lying naked on my bed, sliding my hand, which I was
imagining to be his hand.  Then I asked him what he was doing.  He replied
he was doing exactly the same thing.  We both chuckled softly then, and
continued masturbating.

For a few seconds, we remained silent, as be both stroked up and down our
cocks.  Shortly I could hear his breathing had become heavier, and assumed
mine was too.

"Imagine me poking your asshole with a greasy finger, trying to stick it
inside you!" Vincent said suddenly.

My dick flexed at the thought, and I moaned softly.

"Stuff it on in Babe!" I said, in a breathless voice, as I moistened my
finger with a glob of lotion that had collected at the base of my dick, and
reached between my legs and began touching my hole with it.

I heard Vincent breath in sharply.

"OK," he said.  "I just pushed my index finger through, and I can feel your
button!"

"Mmmm..." I moaned, as I slid my finger gently up inside myself, shoving it
all the way in, until felt my prostate gland.  I began massaging it then,
as I continued sliding my fist up and down my organ.

"OK," I said.  "We're lying in a '69' doing this!  I'm gonna slide my
finger up inside you too, and rub you there too!"

"AWwwww..." Vincent gasped, and I wondered if he was really sticking his
finger in himself, like I had done.

"You really fingering yourself?" I asked.

"Yeah.  You?" Vincent asked.

"Hell yeah!" I grinned.

Vincent snickered slightly then.

"Let's both get to it then!" he said.

"OK," I agreed.  I started jacking off more swiftly then, and rubbing my
prostate harder, with the tip of my finger.

Several seconds later, I could hear Vincent's heavier still breathing,
coming through the ear piece.

"Oh God!"  I gasped a few seconds later, as I felt my orgasm beginning to
build.

"What?" Vincent gasped.  "You cummin' already?"

"Not quite, but soon!" I gasped in response.

"Me too!" I heard him hiss urgently.

I closed my eyes then, and pictured Vincent lying upside down next to me,
and pictured sucking him off, as I slid my finger in and out of his hot,
tight hole!  Suddenly I felt my orgasm beginning to build even faster!

>From the breathing and little gasps I heard on Vincent's end of the line,
I guessed that he was nearly ready to climax too, and was trying to hold
back.

Suddenly I was at my own peak, and I fought to control it too.

I couldn't hold on very long though, and suddenly, just as I heard Vincent
groaning, I gasped as my asshole clenched my finger, and a huge glob of hot
cum blasted out of my dick and hit me squarely in the breastbone.

"Awwwwww!!!" I groaned, as Vincent moaned passionately as well.

"Mmmmmmm..." I moaned, as Vincent growled with delight, as together we came
spasmed a second time.

As I continued pumping my cock and grinding my finger back and forth over
my walnut, Vincent was doing the same, or something similar on his end of
the connection, and together we gasped, and moaned pleasurefully, as we
both soaked our torsos with pent up semen.

Eventually, I felt my orgasm slowing down, and I slowed my hand and finger
down too, and enjoyed the warm pleasure I felt, as I rubbed myself gently.

"Fuck that was nice!" Vincent said.

"Yeah," I agreed.

"Not as nice as if you were here with me though," he said.

"I know.  I feel the same way.  I miss you Vincent!" I said.

"I miss you too Babe," he said, a little sadly.

"Well... it won't be too long til we're together again I guess," I said,
hopefully.

"Yeah, we're coming home on the weekend," Vincent said.  "I'm gonna miss
the beach though!"

Vincent was in Florida visiting his family.

"You all tanned?" I asked.

"Oh yeah!" he said, chuckling.  "I was burned at first, but it's already
tanned off.  I should be nice and brown for you!"

"Cool!" I said, grinning, as I imagined how he looked naked - all brown
except where his swim suit was!

We talked a few minutes longer, til we were both yawning, and decided we
better hang up.  We wished each other a Merry Christmas again, then I told
him I loved him, and he told me he loved me, and we hung up.

I cleaned myself up then, and turned out the light.  I laid awake a while
longer, replaying in my mind, our phone sex.  I stopped though when I felt
my dick beginning to twitch again.  Smiling, I turned over onto my belly,
and soon fell asleep.

             * * *

The next morning, Christmas morning, I woke up early, and was wide awake,
right away, which was unusual for me!  Quickly I ran to the bathroom and
showered, without taking time to jerk off.  Then I ran back to my room and
got dressed.  Then, I ran downstairs to wait for Jon and his mother to come
over, so we could open our presents!

"Well!" My mother said, smiling, when I trotted into the kitchen.  "Look
who's up early for a change!"

"Hi Mom!" I said, opening the refrigerator and pulling out a jug of
cranberry juice.

"Merry Christmas Honey!" Mom said.  "Can I make you some breakfast?"

"I'm OK," I said.  Then, almost as an afterthought, I smiled and added "Oh
and Merry Christmas!"

"You know it's gonna be a while before they get here don't you?" she said.

"Maybe they'll come early!" I said.

Mom laughed and said, "I expect Jon's gonna want to sleep in!"

"He better not!" I cried, realizing Jon did like to sleep in!  Quickly I
reached in my pocket for my cell phone to call him.

"OH NO!" Mom said.  "Don't you go calling them at 7:45 in the morning!  If
they want to sleep in - we'll let them!  Now put the phone away, and get
something to eat!"

"B-" I started to protest, but then I saw the stern look on her face and
realized it was useless.  All I could do was hope that Jon would get up a
little early, so I didn't have to wait so long.

Resigned to the fact I was going to have to wait at least for a while, I
picked up a box of Pop Tarts and pulled out a couple, then took them and my
juice and joined Mom at the table.

                    * * *

It was over an hour later when Jon and his mom finally arrived.  By then I
was both dying to get to the presents, and disgusted with all the snow
laying in the driveways that Jon and I were going to have to clear.

"We're gonna have to shovel again!" I said disgustedly, as I opened the
door for them.

Jon chuckled and said, "Yup!  But... let open our presents first!"

"Cool!" I cried.  "I was hoping we could do them first!"

Everyone laughed as we walked into the living room.  Mom had puton some
Christmas music and lit a fire, and the tree was lit, and beyond it,
outside the window, you could see the snow-covered trees, and piles of it
sitting everywhere.  And it was even still flurrying.  It was truly a
text-book Christmas!

"Santa dropped your stocking off over here this year!" I said, smirking at
Jon.

"Oh really?" he said, sounding a little surprised.

In answer, I pointing to where it was hanging on the mantle, next to mine,
and I smiled.  Both were overstuffed with surprises and goodies for us.

"Well, either the fat man's pretty smart, or he eavesdrops on our
conversations!" Jon said, laughing.

"Don't be talking about St. Nicholas like that Jon!" my mother said, in a
pretend reprimanding tone.

"Yes!" his mother said.  She looked down her nose at him and added, "You
never know if he might pass you by next year!"

As we all laughed, I went and took our stockings down, and handed Jon his,
then sat down to look in mine.

We spent a few minutes, emptying our stockings.  There were all kinds of
toys, candy and other things in them.

When we finished, Mom said we could get right to the presents under the
tree.

"YES!" I cried, interrupting her and jumping over to the tree.

"OR..." Mom 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!!!" I cried, desperately.

All three of them started laughing then.

"Oh alright!" Mom said finally, grinning.  "Go ahead!"

"YES!" I cried, jubiliantly.  Quickly I began dragging out presents I knew
were for me.

"Alex!" Mom said sharply, looking scandalized.  "Let our guests open their
presents first!"

Suddenly I saw a flash, and realized that Jon had snapped my picture as I
stared incredulously at her.  As he showed our mothers the picture, all
three of them began laughing, as I became greatly annoyed.

"I could say something!" I said, scowling, and looking at my mother through
slightly closed eyes.

"Well, now that wouldn't be very nice!" she replied, feigning disapproval.
"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!"

I just looked at my mother, frowning, while Jon and his mother laughed
again.

"Just start pulling all the presents out Alex!" Jon's mother said finally.
My mom smiled and nodded approval then too.

Grinning again, I started to pull out and distributea all the presents from
under the tree, piling them all up in front if who they were for.

When I was finished, I couldn't help smiling as I saw how big the stack of
presents in front of me was.

"OK - start opening!" Mom said, and we all started ripping our presents
open.... Well... I started ripping mine open.  Jon and his mom took their
time and were more careful about it - but I didn't care.  I ripped away.

I was disappointed when all the gifts I opened at first were clothes!
After a few minutes though, I opened a package that had a video game in it
that I'd really wanted.

"YES!" I cried, happily.

As we continued opening our gifts, I was happy to see that I'd scored
several video games, some books,and some CDS and DVDs that I'd wanted.
  One of the best gifts I got though was from Jon!  A new Tony Hawk
skateboard to replace my old one that had broken!  He even gave me a gift
certificate, so I could get a new helmet too.  Of course he said he'd have
gotten me one himself - but he wasn't sure how FAT my head was!  Jerk!  lol
As if that wasn't enough - he lectured me right then in front of my mother
- to make sure I always wore it too!  Of course Mom thanked him!... Talk
about trying to score brownie points with her!  Heh!

Anyway, as I looked at the others, I noticed that Jon was happy with his
haul too, and so were our mothers.  It was a good Christmas!

"It's a shame to waste all this paper!" Jon's mother said then, as she
reached down and picked up a large piece that didn't look damaged.  She
took a couple pieces of tape off an edge, then started folding it.

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

My mother picked up another piece and started folding it too.

Suddenly, Jon told me to pick up all the bows and put them in a pile, and
he started picking up pieces of ribbon.

Soon we had everything picked up, and our mothers went to the kitchen to
cook our breakfast.

Since both ends of the couch, and the chairs were all loaded up with piles
of presents or wrapping paper and bows, Jon and I sat down right next to
each other on a small section of the couch to wait.

As we sat there, I could feel the heat from Jon's thigh.  Automatically, my
dick began to swell up!

Neither of us said anything for a couple minutes.  As Jon stared into the
fire, all I could think about was how great it would be if the two of us
were naked, having sex on the floor in front of it.  Of course, within a
minute, I was stiff as a board.

"You OK?" Jon asked suddenly, and I noticed he was looking at me strangely.

"Yeah," I said, as I felt my face warm up a little.

As Jon continued scrutinizig me, I suddenly got an idea.

I leaned a little closer and in a low voice said, "Uh... I doubt this'll
fly, but... well... if you wanta come upstairs with me, I'll give you an
even better Christmas present!"

I saw him look down at my crotch, which he had to see was bulging.

I kept looking hopefully at him.

When he looked back up at my face though, he sighed and smiled weakly.
Then he leaned closer to me and said, "Thanks for the lovely offer Alex,
but as horny as both of us are, you know what my answer has to be!"

"I know," I said, feeling sad.  I'd kind of hoped Christmas would override
Jon's insistence that we couldn't fool around together anymore.

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

"I know," I said, feeling frustrated.  "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???"

Jon 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," I said.  Then, smiling sadly, I added, "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!"

Looking down, I saw that Jon's crotch was bulging too.  And, just as I
looked at it, he must've flexed his cock, because it moved slightly, then
went back.

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

I looked down at his crotch again and grinned.  My own cock flexed then
too.

Suddenly I couldn't help myself and I reached over and cupped Jon's bulge
in my hand and gently squeezed it.  He gasped softly and flexed in my hand,
which made me grin and flex as well.

"Breakfast!" Jon's mother called just then from the dining room, before
either of us was able to say or do anything.

"Damn!" I muttered softly, as Jon reached down and wrapped his hand around
my wrist and removed mine form his crotch.

When I looked up at him, he looked as sad as I felt.

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

"I know," I said, sadly.

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

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

"Why so glum?" Mom asked me as we sat down.

"He's depressed that we have go shovel and snow-blow!" Jon said, chuckling.

Our moms chuckled then too, and I couldn't help smiling myself.

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 Jon and I went out and
cleared the driveways and walks - AGAIN!

                  * * *

When we'd finished clearing the snow, Jon and I decided to play some of my
new video games.  Even though I had everything we needed for the games, I
wanted to go to Jon's house.  I wanted us to be alone, so we could talk
some more... and so maybe I could get him to give in and have sex with me!
Of course I didn't tell Jon that was why I wanted to go to his house, and
he looked strangely at me, but finally agreed.

Jon gave me a funny look as I closed his bedroom door behind us.  I acted
like it was a normal thing to do.

As we started playing a game, I couldn't keep my mind on it.  All I could
think about was the fact we were alone together, in a place where we'd had
so much great sex in the past.  Almost immediately, I was hard as a rock!

Either Jon was having the same thoughts, or he'd noticed my bulge, because
as I looked at him, I noticed that his nipples were prominently pointing
out through his T-shirt - a sure sign he was aroused.  Looking down, the
size and shape of his crotch confirmed my suspicions.

I decided, if I was going to try to convince Jon to fool around, now was
the time to do it.

Quietly, I reached over and gently touched my fingertip to the tip of his
right nipple, and began gently rubbing it.

"Alex!" he cried.  I couldn't tell if he was upset because he was horny but
didn't want to have sex, even though he really did, or because I'd just
messed up his turn in the game.

I just smiled and continued rubbing my nipple.  As I did, I felt even more
aroused, and my dick flexed.

As I continued playing with his nipple, I saw a myriad of emotions, ranging
from intense desire, to anguish, near resigned acceptance, to angry
refusal, and many other feelings reflect in his face.

I was surprised when after a half minute or so, Jon hadn't stopped me!
Maybe I was winning him over!  Oh!  I so hoped I was!

Hoping against hope that I was right, I reached over with my other hand and
cupped Jon's crotch.

"Ohhhh!!" he gasped, as I started kneading his genitals.  I felt him flex
almost immediately too.

I couldn't help smiling.  It felt so good to have Jon's cock and balls in
my hands again, even if they were still inside his pants.  And I loved that
I was giving him so much obvious pleasure too!

Hoping that he was finally giving in, I began to squeeze him a little more
firmly.  As I did, I became so excited that my own cock began flexing every
few seconds.

I couldn't believe it when suddenly Jon grabbed both of my wrists and
pulled my hands away from him.

"You know we can't be doing this Alex!" he said, looking desperately at me,
as I looked incredulously back at him.

I'd never felt so disappointed.  At the same time, I was still horny as
hell too.

"Oh come on!" I cried.  "I'm so fucking horny I can't stand it!  Why can't
we do 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 present!  It's Christmas!  PLLEEEAASE?!?!?!?"

I didn't wait for a reply and started to reach for his crotch again, but
before I touched him he caught my hand and pushed it away.

"I said No!" he said, sounding a little angry.

All I could do was stare at him, unable to believe his attitude.  I was
horny as hell, and I knew he was too.  I suddenly felt abandoned by him!
Although I could see too that he was horny and frustrated as well!

Then, for a minute, it looked like he was actually considering changing his
mind.  I sat waiting hopefully.

"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!" he said.

As I stared at him in disbelief, I realized I felt literally betrayed!

Suddenly I had an idea.  There was one thing I could think to do, that if
it didn't work - nothing would!  I got up and turned to fully face Jon.
Then, looking him right in the eye, I unbuckled my belt, opened my jeans,
and shoved them and my boxers down to the floor, and stood for a moment,
naked, with my cock sticking straight out at Jon.

I so hoped he reach out and grab my hips and pull me to him, engulfing my
cock in his mouth, but, he didn't.

Finally, I wrapped my hand around my cock, and began masturbating.

"How can you just ignore this?" I asked, incredulously.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his cock flex violently.

"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!"
Jon said.  For a moment, I felt a glimmer of hope.  But then he continued,
dashing my hopes.  "But... I can't be unfaithful to Ryan!  And I don't
think you want to be unfaithful to Vincent either!"

As he spoke, I continued jacking off.  Suddenly, I began to feel my orgasm
starting to form up.

"Fine!" I snapped.  Staring right at him, I gave up and began beating off
faster.

Within less than a half minute, I could feel my orgasm approaching.

Suddenly, as I felt my cum starting to churn, I realized I didn't have
anywhere to blow my load without making a mess!  Quickly I started scanning
the room for a box of tissue, or something.

Suddenly I noticed a pair of Jon's dirty boxers laying on the floor in a
corner.  Perfect!  Not only wouldn't I make a mess on the floor, but I'd
also get back at Jon for not grabbing me and sucking my cock into his mouth
instead.  I bent over and scooped them up.  Then, I wadded them up and held
them under the tip of his penis.

"OH!!!!!!!!!!!" I gasped suddenly, as my body tensed up, and my balls
pulled right up against my body.

Suddenly a big glob of cum blew out of my dick, and landed in Jon's shorts,
as I held them in front of myself.  I noticed Jon looked very uncomfortable
- as if he was greatly aroused!

"Mmmmmm...." I groaned, closing my eyes, and tilting my head back, as
another glob of cum flowed out of my penis, into Jon's shorts.

I continued jerking off, intermittently groaning happily, as I blew more
and more jism into Jon's boxers.
  Eventually, my orgasm ended, and I felt much better.  I opened my eyes
and looked at Jon and smiled.

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

As he looked at him, I knew I was right - hee definitely needed to get off
- and badly!

"Just get cleaned up!" he said, sounding a little depressed.  Then he got
up and left the room.

I heard him go across the hallway and into the bathroom, closing the door
behind him.

Obviously he was going to jack off!  Quietly, I got up and quickly wiped
off the tip of my dick, and dropped Jon's boxers back on the floor, in the
corner.  Then, I decided to follow Jon.

As quietly as possible, I entered the bathroom.  Jon didn't see me.  He was
too busy pumping his cock!

Suddenly, after only a few seconds, he peaked.  His body went rigid, and he
stopped moving for a split second, trying to hold his climax back.  It was
no use though.  It was too late!

Suddenly, Jon groaned deeply, and a huge glob of cum shot forcefully from
his dick, landing in the sink in front of him, where he was aiming at.

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

Eventually, his orgasm ended.  It was then he noticed me standing in the
doorway, watching him!

As frustrated and upset as I was about Jon's attitude about being with me,
I couldn't help grinning and saying, "Bet you feel better now too!"

I could see he wasn't happy that I followed and watched him.  After
thinking a moment, he just smiled slightly and nodded though, as he reached
for the Kleenex to clean himself up.

When he was done, and had cleaned the sink, he got dressed again and said,
"Let's go play that game now.... but Alex - no more of this - OK?"

I looked soberly at him for a minute, then finally, realizing that there
was nothing I could do to change things, I nodded sadly at him.

Jon must've realized I felt sad, because back in his room he grabbed my
shoulder and squeezed it and smiled sadly at me.

When we laid down on my bed to go back to playing my video game, he pulled
me over to him and said, "Doesn't mean we still can be close like
brothers!"

Suddenly, even though I still wanted more, I felt a lot better, just
knowing he felt that way yet.  I smiled at him, then snuggled up to him.
He wrapped his arm comfortably around me, and I felt even better, realizing
he was OK with us still hugging and snuggling.

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

                 * * *

While Jon and I spent the afternoon in his room, gaming, our mothers spent
the afternoon in the kitchen, sharing a bottle of wine, as they prepared
our Christmas feast!

About when we were starting to get tired of gaming, we heard Jon's mother
call up to us to come down for dinner.  He hollered that we'd be right
there.

We quickly finished our game, then ran across the hall to the bathroom to
wash up.

While I washed my hands, Jon took a leak, and I got a look at his gorgeous
cock!  Of course, that just gave me a semi!

Afterward, I used the toilet while he washed up.

"Uh - why'd you bother washing your hands if you were going to pee?" Jon
asked, as he washed his hands.

"Didn't realize I had to go, til you went!" I said, feeling a little
foolish.

I chuckled then as I shook a couple drops of pee off the tip of my dick.

Jon quickly rinsed, and grabbed a towel, as I stowed my cock back my pants
and zipped up.  I flushed and stepped back over to the sink, and re-washed
my hands.

A minute later, we were pounding down the stairs.

"Just in time!" Jon's mother said, smiling, as she walked into the dining
room with a bottle of wine.  She handed Jon the bottle and asked "Will you
pour for us?"

"Sure," he said, smiling, and taking the bottle from her.

I was pleased to see a glass at my place as well!  As Jon poured our wine,
our moms 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!" I said, smiling hungrily.

"Well thank you Alex," Jon's mother said.

"Yes dear!" Mom added.  "Let's all sit down and eat!"

We all sat down then, and started passing the food around.

As we ate, we were quiet at first, because we were all ungry and busy
eating.  Eventually though, as we felt better, everyone started talking
again.

I'd just finished telling our mothers about the video game Jon and I had
been playing, when suddenly, the shit started to hit the fan!

My mother suddenly turned to Jon and said in an exaggerated casualness,
"That's a very handsome ring Jon!  Is it new?"

I felt myself freeze, and my eyes open wider.  Poor Jon nearly blew his
forkful of food all over the table!  He got a frantic look in his eyes
then, and he gagged, as he tried to swallow.  I thought for a minute he was
going to choke.  As Jon fought to swallow his food, we all looked on -
worried.

A copule seconds later, he managed to swallow.  Quickly, he reached for his
glass of wine, and took a large gulp.

As he sat back breathing, his mother said, "Are you alright dear?"

"Uh huh," he gasped, nodding.

Now that Jon's crisis was over, I wondered if he'd be able to dodge my
mother's question, because of it.

"Don't take such huge mouthfuls!" Jon's mother lectured him.  "I've told
you that before!"

"Sorry," he said.  Then, I could tell he was trying to change the subject,
when he added "It's just it all tastes so good!"

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

This was one of those times I just wanted to shout a my mother to shut her
mouth and mind her own business!  Of course I couldn't do that.

"It's OK," Jon said, reaching for his water glass and taking a gulp.

Both our mothers looked at him concerned yet, until he said, "I'm OK -
Really!"

When he grinned, they both relaxed and smiled again.

"So... where DID you get that ring anyway?" his own mother asked,
apparently not wanting my 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."

Our moms both looked casually at Jon, as if they it really didn't matter.

Poor Jon didn't know what to say, and just sat turning pink in the face,
going "Ummmmmm...".

Suddenly I had an idea.  I started coughing like crazy.

"ALEX!" my mother cried.

Both women looked at me, worried that I was choking then too.  As I coughed
I shot Jon a look, and I could tell he realized I was faking it.

"My goodness!" Jon's mother said, when I finally stopped coughing.  "Are
you alright dear?"

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

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

My glass was sitting in front of me, empty.

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

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

"OH!" Jon said, as he purposely let my glass fill 3/4 of the way, before he
stopped and sat the bottle down, adding, "Um... sorry!"

"Well," my 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!" Jon said, hoping to
keep the conversation away from his ring.

I smiled at Jon, then took a big gulp of wine.

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

She turned back to Jon then, and her eyes moved back to his hand.

Before she could speak Jon 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 he spoke, he lowered his hand into his lap.

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

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

He stopped and his eyes got big.  I wondered what it was he almost blurted
out about himself and Ryan!

As he sat there, not knowing what to say, we all stared at him.

Finally, he said, "Ummmm...Me and Ryan are too busy studying to party like
most of the others do!"

"Oh really?" his mother said, raising an eyebrow and looking critically at
him.

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

"Calm down Sweetie!" his mother 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!"

I really did choke then on a mouthful of wine and sprayed it back into my
glass when she said that.  As I was about to burst out laughing, I looked
at Jon, and he glared angrily at me.  Our mothers didn't notice though,
because they were too busy looking at me, wondering what my problem was.

Suddenly Mom reached over and picked up my still partially full wine glass.

"That'll be enough wine for you tonight I think!" she said looking sternly
at me.

I felt mortified!  I hadn't had too much to drink, but I couldn't explain
why I'd almost sprayed a mouthful of wine all over the table either.

"But Maaahmmm!" I pleaded, hoping she'd change her mind.

"Alex!" she said sharply.

Disappointed, I looked down and quietly started eating again.

I think Jon was going to say something to defend me, but his mother gave
him a look, so he didn't.

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

Jon's mother was looking intently at him too then.

Not knowing what else I could do to help save Jon, I just looked at him
too.  All we'd gone through to try and change the subject, and they were
still pushing him!  And I'd lost my glass of wine too!

I was shocked then when Jon gave my mother an almost mean gaze and said in
a low, but almost icy tone, "No, I'm not!"

Mom looked shocked.  I WAS shocked, and I could see Jon's mother looked
stupified.

Quietly Jon just started eating again.

"Oh!" My mother, said, after a minute.  "Um... I'm sorry Jon, I didn't mean
to pry."

Suddenly Jon's head swung around toward his mother, as if she'd kicked him
from under the table.  She gave him a disapproving look.

He looked back at my mother then, and said, "I'm sorry if I was just rude,
I really didn't mean to be."

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

He smiled slightly at her.  Then, started eating again.  As he did, I saw a
"look" pass between our mothers.  Obviously they were communicating
silently about what had just taken place.

"So why don't you tell us about your adventures getting the Christmas
Tree?" Jon's mother said suddenly to me, apparently trying to lighten the
mood.

I quickly launched into telling about how we'd gone to White's for the
tree, and chosen it, and brought it home.

When I finished, I looked over a my glass of wine that was still sitting in
front of my mother.

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

Mom looked at me, then at Jon's mother.  Again the two exchanged looks.  I
wondered how often they had communicated that way in the past, that I
hadn't noticed.  A minute later, Mom picked up my glass and handed it back
to me, giving me a stern look at the same time.  I couldn't help smiling.
And I noticed both Jon and his mother were too.

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

After an evening of watching more Christmas specials on TV and playing
Monopoly together, Mom and I went home.

                * * *

As soon as we closed the door after walking into the kitchen, Mom turned
and looked at me and asked, "So what's up with that ring Jon's wearing?"

I froze and felt my eyes widening, and my stomach did a small flip.  I
hadn't expected her to interrogate me about Jon's ring.  In fact, I'd
actually forgotten all about it.

As she looked questioningly at me, I felt my ears heating up.

"Um, I don't know," I said.  I knew I hadn't sounded convincing.

Mom just continued looking at me, and her left eyebrow slowly raised, like
it did when she knew I was lying to her.

"I don't!" I cried, hoping to sound more convincing.

"That's CRAP Alex!" she said to me.  "I know you two talk about everything!
And I don't appreciate your lying to me about it!"

My face felt hot, and I knew I looked guilty.

Finally, I said, "Well, if I do know anything, it's not for me to tell.  If
Jon wanted you to know about it, he would've told you at dinner!"

Mom's expression changed then to one of intense curiosity.

"It's a wedding ring he's wearing - on his left ring finger!  Either he's
married, or, he's considers himself married!" she said.  "Why won't he tell
us about her Alex?  DID he get married?  Or is there something wrong with
her?"

I didn't know what to say in response to that, and just stood looking at
her, trying to figure out what to say.

Finally, after a minute, I figured it was safe to say he wasn't married, so
I said "He's NOT married."

Then, I quickly added, "And there's nothing wrong with anyone!"

"Well then WHY won't he tell us about her?" Mom cried, exasperated.  "There
is a girl isn't there?  I mean - you DO know what's going on - don't you?"

"MAAAHHMM!" I cried, exasperated myself.  "It's not for me to talk about!"

"FINE!" she cried, sounding a little angry.

I felt a little hurt that she was getting angry at me just for doing the
right thing and not talking about something that wasn't my business.  I
mean she had no clue that it was something I couldn't talk about, because I
had to protect Jon.  She just thought he had a girlfriend.  Even so, if Jon
didn't want her to know something, she should be happy that I was
respecting his privacy!

After a moment, she must've come to the same conclusion, because her
expression softened, and she smiled apologetically and said, "Never mind.
It's OK.  I understand.  You're being a good friend to him Alex, by keeping
his secret.  I guess you really are growing up!"

I smiled shyly then, oddly feeling a little embarrassed for no apparent
reason.

"Let's go to bed," she said.

"OK," I said.  "G'night."

I turned quickly and headed up the stairs then, while she checked that
she'd locked the door behind us.

                 * * *

I stopped in the bathroom, on my way to my room, peed, and brushed my
teeth.

A couple minutes later, I was in my room, stripping down.  Once I was
naked, I quickly jumped into bed and snuggled under the covers.

As I relaxed, I thought about the conversation I'd just had with my mother.
I hoped it was the last one like it, and that in the morning, she wouldn't
start questioning me again.

At the same time, I began to wonder just how long Jon was going to be able
to hide his relationship with Ryan, if he was going to blatantly walk
around with a wedding ring on his finger!  It was almost as if he wanted to
tell everyone he was gay, and had a boyfriend!

As I thought about the situation, I automatically reached for my penis and
scrotum and began fondling myself.

Jon and I had never really discussed 'coming out' before.  I'd always
assumed that both of us would hide our orientation from everyone, and end
up being 'roommates' - sharing an apartment.  Nobody would have to know
that we were sharing a bed!

Of course, now Jon had Ryan, and I had Vincent, so things were a little
different.  I guessed that probably it would be Jon & Ryan, and me &
Vincent sharing apartments as 'roommates'.

Whatever - I certainly never considered 'coming out'!  I'd been picked on
enough in the past by the assholes at school who called me a faggot and
other such things, and I knew I couldn't let on to anyone that I was REALLY
gay!

As I laid there thinking about that, my right hand wrapped around my penis,
which was fully hard then, and I began masturbating, while I fondled my
balls with my left hand.

Suddenly, I wondered if Jon really felt the same way about not 'coming out'
as I did!  I realized then that I had no idea how he felt about it!
  Suddenly, I realized that while I'd been thinking, I'd begun vigorously
jacking off, and all of a sudden, I felt my orgasm starting to build!  I'd
been whacking off, and had missed the whole thing!  At least I realized in
time before I came all over myself and my bed sheets!

Quickly I tossed the covers off, and resumed, beating off, and gently
kneading my balls, as the pleasureful feelings began to build in my groin.

Within seconds, I was breathing hard and felt like I was about to climax.
I sped up my right hand, and began holding my testicles firmly in my hand,
as I fought to hold off my orgasm.

My body tensed up then, and as I strained to wait as long as I could, I
suddenly peaked, and gasping, shot a long, thick streak of cum out of my
dick.  It flew through the air, and landed in a glob on my neck.

I continued pumping my hand up and down, and squeezing and releasing my
balls.

A second later, I groaned, as I ejaculated another thick stream of jism,
which landed in a streak on my left breast.

Another second later, another glob landed on my stomach.

A fourth, but smaller spurt flew out of my cock, as I moaned with pleasure,
and filled my navel.

Finally, I felt my orgasm ending, and it took a couple of seconds until I
spasmed one last time, oozing my final bit of semen, which dribbled down my
prick, and over my thumb.

"MMmmm..." I moaned, smiling to myself, as I stopped pumping my cock, and
laid there, enjoying my post-orgasmic peaceful feeling.

After a minute or so, my dick had shrunk nearly back to normal, and the cum
streaks on my stomach and chest were beginning to feel chilly.  I reached
over and grabbed some Kleenex, and cleaned myself up.  Then, I turned off
the light, rolled over, and soon fell asleep.

                  * * *

The next morning, when I woke up, I was lying on my stomach, with my hardon
smashed between the mattress and my gut.  Lazily, I stretched and rolled
over onto my back, letting my dick flop freely.  I laid still for a few
minutes, resting, and trying to fully wake up, as I did, my hardon began to
soften a little.  When I noticed, and consciuosly thought about the fact it
was softening, it quickly hardened again, causing me to smile, as I reached
for it, and began fondling it.  Soon, of course, it was stiff as a board
again, and I knew that it wouldn't take much for me to finish off.  I was
running low on hand lotion though, and had to shower anyway, so I decided I
might as well get up and get off in the shower.

I crawled out of bed, grabbed my jeans off the floor, and pulled a clean
pair of boxers out of my top dresser drawer, and a clean T-shirt out of the
third drawer down, then stepped over to my bedroom door.  I opened it a
crack and peered out.  Since I was naked, and sporting a huge chubby, I
wanted to make sure my mother wasn't skulking about in the hallway, putting
away clean towels or something.  She wasn't.  So, quickly I dashed to the
linen closet, and grabbed a towel, then ran into the bathroom, and shut the
door behind me.

Once I was safely inside the bathroom, I dropped my clothes on the floor
and tossed my towel down on the floor by the tub, and stepped over to the
sink.

As I brushed and flossed my teeth, my erection thankfully dissipated, as I
needed to take a dump.  Quickly, I sat down on the toilet.

After I peed what seemed like gallons, I sat waiting a minute.  Usually I
crapped every morning.  As I relaxed, after a minute, I suddenly felt
things moving, and after a moment, I pushed a huge log out my ass.  When I
was finished I wiped myself, flushed and got up.  When I looked down into
the bowl, I was surprised I hadn't clogged the toilet, my shit was so long
and thick!

"Damn!" I muttered, as it swirled around and around, and finally got sucked
down and out.  Suddenly, I noticed I felt empty, and hungry!

"Guess I better get to it!" I said, softly to myself.

I stepped into the shower then, and pulled the curtain shut, and turned on
the water.  As soon as it was warm enough, but not too hot, I stepped under
the spray.  A moment later, after I was wet all over, I reached for the
shampoo, poured some in my hand, and began shampooing.

After I'd scrubbed my scalp with my fingertips, I scraped the excess foam
of suds off my head and began washing my neck, and then my pits.  I spent a
couple minutes then fingering my nipples, which quickly stiffened into
little tiny points.  At the same time, my cock started to harden up again
too!

Eventually, I worked my way downward, and soaped up my cock and balls, and
then reached behind me and ran my soapy hand up and down through my ass
crack, making sure to stop and slip my finger rogorously back and forth
over my pucker.

By the time I wrapped my right hand around my cock, it was hard as a rock.
Smiling, I began sliding my closed hand up and down it.  Instantly I felt
extremely aroused, as I reached for my scrotum, and began rolling my
testicles around in my hand.

Smiling, I leaned backward, and as I molested myself with my hand, I
day-dreamed that Vincent was in the shower with me, and he was on his knees
sucking me off and playing with my balls!

As I thought about Vincent sucking me off, I began beating off vigorously.

Within a couple minutes of fantasizing about 'being with' Vincent, and
pumping my lathered hand up and down my stiff member, I felt my orgasm
beginning to build!

Breathing deeply and heavily, I began pounding my pud even faster.
  Suddenly I was on the brink of cumming.  I held back for just a minute,
then suddenly I couldn't any longer, and groaning, I blew a glob of cum
against the tiled wall.  It hit in a blob, and immediately began to slide
down the tile, toward the tub.

I continued masturbating, as memories of showering with Vincent passed
through my mind's eye, and every second or two, I gasped or moaned, as I
spasmed with joy, and blew more cum all over anything!

After I'd painted the wall a few times, my orgasm finally began to die
down, and I slowed my hand down.  Smiling, I squeezed my dick as I pulled
on it, trying to pull the last of my semen from it.

When my orgasm had finally, completely ended, smiling, I reached for the
hand-held showerhead/hose.  I used it to rinse the wall off, then I rinsed
myself off all over as well.

Finally, I turned off the water and opened the shower curtain.  I grabbed
my towel and dried myself then, and got dressed.

My stomach was grumbling loudly when I was finally dressed and ready to go
downstairs.

                     * * *

>From the moment I walked down the stairs into the living room, Mom looked
extremely agitated.

"What's wrong? I asked, forgetting for a moment that I was starving.

"Jon's mother was here a little while ago," She said.  "She had something
interesting to tell me."

"What?" I asked, wondering what was going on.

"Jon told her about his ring last night after we left!" she said.

I felt my eyes widening, as she said, "I guess I now know why he didn't
want to tell me about it, and why you didn't want to either.  At
least... I'm assuming you know the real purpose for it!  Jon's gay, and has
a boyfriend, and that ring symbolizes their relationship!"

I didn't know what to say, and just stood staring at my mother, as my
stomach churned - not from hunger anymore, but now from stress.

"So, you knew he was gay???" she asked finally.

Not sure what to say or do, I thought a moment, then realized that since
she knew about Jon, there wasn't any reason to lie any longer, so slowly I
nodded.

"And just what do you think about it?" she asked.

I didn't know what to say, so finally I said, "What do you mean?"

"What do you think about the fact that Jon's gay?" she asked.

"It's OK," I said.  "I don't care that he's gay."

"You don't?" Mom asked a little incredulously.

"NO!" I cried.  "It doesn't matter that he's gay!  He's a good person!
Just because w- he likes guys doesn't make him a bad person!"

"How long have you known about this?" my mother asked, suddenly, raising
her eyebrow, critically.

"A while," I said, non-committally.

"So... you've known a while, and you're still close to him?" she asked.

I didn't know what she was trying to get me to admit, but I knew I had to
answer.  So, finally I just nodded.

"And it doesn't bother you that you're as close to him as you are, and that
he's gay?" she asked.

"NO!" I cried, starting to feel angry.

"You've even shared your bed with him in the past.  And you don't feel
funny about that?" she prodded.

Suddenly I was sure where she was going with her line of questioning, and I
felt completely sick to my stomach.

When I didn't answer, her eyes opened wide, and suddenly she nearly shouted
in a horrified tone, "Oh my God!  Has he 'done' anything to you?"

At first, I didn't know what to say or how to respond.  I felt mortified,
and terrified all at once.

When I didn't answer right away, my mother looked even more horrified, and
I suddenly realized she wasn't coming to the conclusion that Jon and I had
been having sex - rather that he might be making me have sex with him!
Frantically I tried to think of something to say.

In the end, all I could do was shout, "NO!  He didn't do anything!  He
would never hurt me!"

Suddenly, I realized, that when I hesistated, she'd figured out that I had
indeed had sex with Jon, but then, by defending him, she'd realized that I
was a willing participant!

It was too late to change what I'd said, or how I'd said it.  Besides, I'd
never lie and say Jon forced me into anything.  If only I'd lied said right
away that we'd never had sex!  By then, it was too late though!  The damage
was done!  I hadn't protested immediately, and then I'd defended Jon.  I
could tell she realized we'd had sex!

My mother realized then that I'd had sex with Jon!  All I could do was
stand there, looking guilty, as my face and ears began to boil.  I had no
idea what to say or do!

Suddenly Mom turned and ran into the kitchen.  Her movements rattled me
enough so I automatically tried to follow her, not that I knew what to say
or do.  At the kitchen door though, I stopped, and through the door I heard
her sobbing loudly.  I couldn't stand it!  Tears began to stream down my
own cheeks.  Ashamed, guilty, and terrified about what was going to happen
now that she knew, I didn't know what else to do, so I ran up to my room,
slammed the door shut, and threw myself down on my bed, and began sobbing
too.

                * * *

A little while later, I'd calmed down a little... well, at least I wasn't
crying my eyes out anymore.  I was still a little weepy though, and still
terrified that everything was ruined forever.

Suddenly I heard my mother's voice shrilly scream "YOU BASTARD!" from
somewhere downstairs.

My eyes flew open wide.  I didn't know what was going on.  I knew I had to
go find out though.  For all I knew, someone might've broken in and Mom
might've been trying to fight them off!

As I ran out of my room, and down the stairs I heard her begin shrieking
again.

"HOW COULD YOU DO IT????  HOW COULD YOU RUIN MY BOY THAT WAY????  YOU
FUCKING HOMO!!!!!!!!  I OUGHTA KILL YOU RIGHT HERE AND NOW!!!!!!!" I heard
her scream, just as I hit the kitchen door.

When I walked in, Jon was backed up against the sink, and Mom was holding
onto the front of his shirt with both hands.  She was shaking him, and
looked livid.  Poor Jon looked terrified!

When I saw what was happening, I felt terrified myself.  I also felt like I
was going to vomit.  From the way she was going at Jon, I knew our lives,
as we'd known them, had to be over, and things definitely weren't going to
be better!  Why the hell did he have to "come out"???? And if he had to -
why didn't he make him mother keep it a secret???

I'm not sure if my mother saw me or not.  I think Jon did.  But Mom just
started pounding on Jon's chest with her fists and screaming at him, about
how he'd been raping me, and because of it, he'd probably turned me queer!

As I started sobbing again, I felt close to vomiting, and my head was
pounding!

As my mother continued assaulting Jon, I finally couldn't stand it anymore!

"NO!  MOM STOP IT!" I shrieked.  Both of them stopped and their heads spun
around toward me, as I continued yelling at her.  "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-"

Nobody moved, and except for everyone's heavy breathing, the room was
silent as I realized what I'd just admitted, and that I'd almost told her I
had a boyfriend too!

My mother didn't move.  She just stood there, leaning against Jon's chest,
her face wet with tears, and her huge eyes staring at me - as if in
disbelief over what I'd just said.

Jon was staring horror-struck at me too, for having blurted so.

Myself, well, all I could do was stare back at the two of them horrified,
and terrified.

As I stood there, tears welled up in my eyes again, and I couldn't stop
myself from bursting into tears again.

Through my tears, I could see that Jon had started to cry too.  My mother
just stared at me unmoving though, which made me cry even harder.

"Please...." I managed to whine in a high-pitched tone, as I cried even
harder.

Mom's face turned purple then, and suddenly she turned on Jon again.

Then, to my horror, she screamed more shrilly than I'e ever heard her voice
go, at the top of her lungs, "HOW COULD YOU?"

Then, as if that wasn't enough, she slammed him across the left side of his
face with the palm of her hand, so hard his head snapped sideways!  The
smack her hand made on his face was so loud, it sounded like a gunshot!
Poor Jon's face turned bright red, and when he turned back to her, he just
stared at her in complete shock, like I was doing.

Then, as I watched in horror, she lost it completely, and started screaming
at him at the top of her lungs, "HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO MY BOY???? YOU
FUCKING PERVERT!!!!  YOU RAPED HIM!!!!!!"

Then she slapped him hard again, again, snapping his head sideways.  And,
when he turned back to look at her again, she raised her other hand and
slapped his other cheek, sending his head snapping the other way!  It was
almost like she was going to kill him!

"HE DID NOT!!" I screamed so loudly and shrilly, that I thought my voice
box was going to break.  I was both livid with her for hurting Jon like
that, and terrified for his physical well-being, and her sanity all at
once.

I jumped over to them and ripped her away from Jon as I bellowed, "HE DID
NO SUCH THING!!!!!  HE NEVER ONCE HURT ME!!!!!!!!  YOU LEAVE HIM
ALONE!!!!!!"

My mother looked at me horror-stricken, and suddenly she burst into
uncontrollable sobbing.

I couldn't stop myself from crying like a baby again too!

I'd had enough then, and didn't know what else to do, so I ran from the
kitchen, up the stairs, and into my room.  I slammed and locked the door,
then threw myself onto my bed and continued crying.

A couple minutes later, I heard footsteps pounding up the stairs after me.
They didn't sound loud enough to be Jon's, but then, a minute later, I
heard his footsteps coming too.

The door knob to my room jiggled as if someone was trying to open it, but
it was locked.

"ALEX!" my mother cried, pleadingly.  "PLEASE!  Unlock the door!"

Why couldn't she just leave me alone?  There was no way I was going to open
the door for her!  The only good thing about her trying to make me was I
got mad enough that I stopped crying.  As she knocked, and jiggled the door
knob, and called to me, I sat up on my bed and just stared at the door as I
wiped my face dry with my hands, and sniffled my snot back into my nose.

After several attempts to get me to open the door, I finally cried out
"JUST GO AWAY!!!"

There was silence for a moment, but just as I was daring to hope they'd
left, even though I hadn't heard any receding footsteps, she called again,
"Honey, please open the door! We have to talk!"

No!  That's the last thing I needed.  I decided not to answer, and just sat
still, staring at the door.

She tried again, in a fake calm voice.

I just stared at the door.

Suddenly she sounded testy again, and hollered "ALEX!  YOU HAVE TO OPEN
THIS DOOR!"

That pushed me over the edge!

  "NOooo!!!" I wailed. "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!"

There was silence for a minute, then I heard her crying again.

Afraid she was going to go find the key to the door, I decided to get ready
in case I had to block myself in, and got up and pulled my dresser toward
the door, in case I had to shove it across it.

Then, as I sat back down on my bed, my mother started talking through the
door to me.  She sounded worried, and even a little genuinely sorry.  I
still didn't trust her though as she said everything would be alright, and
she loved me.

"Just open the door please!" she pleaded again finally.

I didn't answer.  I just sat staring at the door, not knowing what to do.

She called to him a couple more times.  I said nothing.

I heard her start crying again.

Then, suddenly, I flinched when I heard Jon's voice.  I didn't think he was
still out there with her.  Oddly, he sounded calm, like usual.

"Alex!" he said.  "It's me!  You need to unlock the door now.  I want to
talk with you!"

I didn't know what to do.  Maybe it was a trick so my mother could get in.
I decided to just keep quiet and hope they both went away.... although
... I really did want Jon right then.

"Alex!" he said again.  "PLEASE Open the door!"

I was considering opening the door for him, but his sharper tone made me
hesitate.

I was surprised then when he said in a slow, almost threatening, but not
really angry tone I said slowly, "Alex!  Open the door now, or I'm kicking
it down!"

Still uncertain, I remained still.

"NOW ALEX!!" he commanded, a few seconds later.

I stepped over to the door then, and said, "I'll unlock it - but I only
want Jon to come in!"

Neither Jon nor my mother answered right away.  Finally though, Jon said,
"Your mother said 'OK'."

For a few seconds I stood wondering if maybe it was some kind of trick.  I
was surprised that my mother would agree - especially after the way she'd
gone nuts and started beating on Jon like a lunatic a few minutes earlier.
Finally though, I knew I'd have to face them eventually, and while I had a
chance that it'd be just Jon, I decided I had to open the door.  I shoved
the dresser back, and turned the lock on the door.  I didn't open it
though.  Instead I just backed up a couple steps and waited.

As the door started to open, I felt myself starting to shake, both because
I was scared, and because I felt like I was going to start crying again.

As the door opened, I saw Jon.  He looked worried.  But, behind him stood
my mother too!  It was a trick after all!

"JUST JON!" I cried, desperately.  "You promised!  Just Jon!"

I stood staring at them for a second or two, but suddenly I couldn't fight
back my tears anymore.  I turned around and jumped on my bed and hid my
face, as I fought vainly to stop.

>From behind me, I heard my mother start crying.  Then someones footsteps
running down the hall and stairway.  They sounded lighter than Jon's, so I
assumed she'd left.

Someone, Jon I was pretty sure, came in and closed the door.  Then, he sat
down on the bed next to me.  I was certain it was him, when I felt his
strong hand gently, but firmly, squeezing my shoulder.

"It's OK," he said, softly.  "I'm alone!"

As I tried to stop crying, he rubbed my shoulder.  I couldn't stop crying
though, and all his shoulder rubbing did was made me want to have him hold
me.  After a minute, I gave up and twisted around, sat up, and pressed
myself up against him.  As I wrapped my arms around him, he wrapped his
around me, and he held me while I cried some more.  Jon's arms wrapped
around me had never felt better.  I felt so protected, and could feel his
love for me.

Eventually, I stopped crying.  I didn't let go of Jon though.  Instead, I
just continued hugging him, and he continued hugging me, gently rubbing my
back with his hand.

I was surprised, but happy when After a few minutes, he kissed me in my
hair, and said softly, "C'mon.  Sit up.  We need to talk."

I wasn't ready yet though, so for another minute, I just held onto him.
Finally though, even though I didn't want to, I let go and sat up.  My nose
was running and my eyes stung.  My face was wet with tears yet too.
Miserably, I snuffled and rubbed my eyes and cheeks with my hands, while he
just looked sadly at me.

Finally, I looked at him and asked the question that was burning in my
mind, "Why did you tell you mother?"

Jon suddenly looked guilty and sorrowful all at once.  I thought he looked
a little angry too.  I wondered for a minute if he was mad at me for asking
him that, but then he looked anguished again, and like he was going to
start crying too.

After a few seconds, he gulped and said, "I'm sorry!  I didn't think she'd
tell your mother!  Of course I probably should have considered it, and told
her not to - but ... I was so distraught about telling her myself, I-I
guess I never gave it a thought!  I'm so fucking sorry Alex!"

"But WHY did you tell her at all???" I cried, miserably.

"I had to!" he said.  "Ryan and I agreed that we would both come out to our
parents over break!"

"RYAN AGAIN!" I said, nastily.  "I wish he'd never come along!"

Jon looked shocked, and hurt, but I didn't care.  I was hurt too!  And my
entire life was ruined!  First I'd lost Jon.  And now, he'd ended up
'outting' me to my mother, who'd freaked out about it!  My life was a
complete mess, and suddenly I was angry!

"Ever since he came along, you won't DO anything with me anymore!  And now
THIS!  I wish you never met him!" I snarled.

"Alex!" he cried in an incredulous, but also hurt tone.

Suddenly flashes of the scene downstairs earlier shot through my mind.
Then I remembered our conversation a day or two earlier when Jon told me
how much he loved me as a brother, and always would.  And finally, the
thought of how Jon would feel if he lost Ryan entered my thoughts, and all
I could see was Jon sitting in a dark room, alone, crying miserably.  I
realized then how unfair, and childish I was being.

"I'm sorry," I said, feeling very embarrassed and sorry, but still hurt.
"It's just that everything was so perfect for us before you went away to
school and met him.  I just wish things were they way they used to be when
you were still living here at home, and we were together all the time!"

Once again, my jaw began to tremble and my eyes filled with tears.

I was greatly relieved when Jon reached over and pulled me into his arms
again.  For a moment I'd been afraid what I'd said would've driven him
completely away from me.  I knew when he pulled me into a hug that I hadn't
ruined that too.  I wrapped my arms around him again, and pressed my face
against his chest and let myself cry again.

Jon held me firmly in his arms, and rubbed my back some more.  He kissed me
on the cheek, a few times, and even on my ear.  I couldn't believe he
wasn't mad at me for going off at him like that!  And as he hugged and
kissed me, I felt so loved!  It just made me cry harder for the way I'd
just treated him.

"I know things have changed," he said softly.  "But I really thought they
were better for both of us!  I thought you were happy to have a boyfriend,
and to still be close to me - even though because we each had partners, we
weren't getting physical anymore.  I'm sorry if that's not true.  You need
to know though, my love for you hasn't changed.  And, it never will!... And
Alex - eventually we both had to come out to our mom's.  It's just
unfortunate that you had to do it a little earlier than you'd planned, and
that she was caught so off-guard, and freaked about it!  I do think though
that she'll be OK with you being gay, once she's had a chance to digest and
think about everything she's just found out!"

By the time Jon finished talking, I was feeling so many conflicting
feelings, I didn't know how I felt about anything.  All I knew was I was
extremely confused.  I loved Jon, and it was true, I loved Vincent too.
And I loved my mother too - but she was being such a bitch about
everything, and I didn't know how she felt about me anymore.  I was angry
at her for how she'd treated Jon, and I was terrified that she hated me
too, and didn't want me anymore.  And I'd just almost ruined things with
Jon - the one person I KNEW I could count on yet.  And I did want to be
faithful to Vincent, and I did love him, and I really needed him right then
too.  But, I didn't want things to change for me and Jon, even though he
had Ryan, who I really didn't hate - I just hated what he represented, and
I wanted Jon to be happy - really I did, but still... I wanted things to be
like they were before, when me and him were together all the time.  And
what was going to happen now that our mothers
 knew about us?  Would they let us see each other at all???

As all these thoughts flew through my mind, I just cried harder and harder,
and hugged Jon event tighter to me!

Eventually, I cried myself out.  My eyes stung badly as I just laid in
Jon's arms hugging him yet.  Finally, I pulled away and sat and looked at
Jon.

  "So, what do we do now?" I said, bleakly.  "My mother hates you, and
either thinks I'm some freak of nature that I've been been ruined for
life!"

I could see by the look on his face that Jon felt the same way I did, and I
could tell he didn't have a clue what to do either.

"You think so too!" I said after a minute.

"No!" he lied, trying to sound convincing.

"Oh really?" I said. "So - what do we do then?"

"We gotta go talk to her," he said, with false bravado.

"I CAN'T!" I cried, feeling suddenly distraught again.

"I understand how you feel," he said after studying me for a minute.  "But
I expect that after she's calmed down, it'll be easier to talk to her.  And
it's the only way to fix things."

Feeling suddenly terrified again, I felt tears flooding my eyes again too.
Jon reached over and pulled me into his arms again, and I readily gave in
and cried some more, as he held me in his arms and rubbed my back again.

I didn't cry as long this time, but when I finished, I felt exhausted, and
just hung onto Jon for a couple minutes.  Finally, resigned to the fact
that there was no other plan I could come up with, short of Jon and I
running away together, which I knew he wouldn't go for, I pulled away from
him.

  "You won't leave me alone with her?" I asked.  I didn't think I could go
through with it if he did.

"No," he said.  He smiled then, and kissed me again on the top of my head.
"I promise, I'll stay right with you!"

"OK," I said, dully, noting that Jon suddenly looked a little worried.

"Let's go get this over with then," I said.

"Yeah," he said, sounding a little surprised - probably because of my
change in attitude about talking to her.

As we got up, Jon pulled me into another hug, and kissed me again.

Just as I was about to open the door, there was a knock on it.  Instantly,
I leaped back, as I felt terror creeping through me again.

                * * *

"Alex!" my mother called in a normal, but quivering voice.  "Jon's mom is
here with me.  We'd like to talk with you two.  May we please come in?"

Surprised, I looked up at Jon.  I felt sick to my stomach, and Jon looked
like he felt the same way.  I was terrified, and so was he!

"We need to talk!" she called again, then sniffled, when we didn't respond
right away.

"It'll be OK, I'm right here with you," Jon said bravely.  He reached up
and squeezed my shoulder.

I took a deep breath, and braced myself, then reached over and opened the
door.

As the door swung inward, and our mothers came into view, I backed up and
leaned against Jon.  Without knowing it, I reached up and grabbed Jon's
hand, that was still on my shoulder and held onto it.

My mother looked upset, but not angry anymore, which I was happy about.
Jon's mom looked wiped out though - like she hadn't slept in days.  She
gave us a small smile and nodded at Jon.

"Jon," she said.  "Maybe we should let Alex and his mother talk privately."

"NO!" I cried, backing into him even more.  "I want him to stay!"

Both women looked a little perplexed, but quickly, my mother said, "That's
OK.  As long as we can talk."

Jon squeezed my shoulder, as if he was letting me know he'd protect me.  He
pulled me back then, toward the bed.  I followed, backing up, never taking
my eyes off our mothers, and sat down on it, right next to Jon.  I was so
scared, I was trembling.  Jon wrapped his arm around me, and I felt a lot
better.

Mom came in and sat in the chair by my desk, while Jon's mother leaned
against the door jamb.  It was almost as if she was blocking my exit, in
case I tried to bolt - which I'd been considering if things got ugly again.
Jon must've realized I was terrified yet, because he gave me a squeeze with
his arm.

"We've been talking," my mother began.  She looked up at Jon's mother, who
smiled and nodded encouragingly at her.

"I need to apologize to both of you for my behavior earlier," Mom said
then.

As she paused, I felt a little less stressed, but not very.

"In particular, to you Jon," she continued, looking at him.  "I had no
right to slap you, and should not have.  I'm very sorry, and embarrassed
that I did.  Obviously, I was very upset at the time, but still that's no
excuse.  I'm not going to lie to you though.  I don't like what you did, or
what you at the least, allowed to happen, with Alex.  But after careful
consideration of your relationship with him, I admit that I don't believe
you forced or coerced him into doing anything he wasn't willing to do.  I
also don't believe you would ever intentionally hurt my son.  I know you
love him.  I know he loves you too.  While I can't say that he hasn't
suffered some emotional ... well, let's call it - confusion - or something
of that nature, it appears that he really hasn't suffered any real physical
or emotional damage.  So, I apologize for 'losing it' and coming down on
you like I did, and especially for hitting you.  I do care about you yet
Jon, as I have all along.  And the
 fact that you're gay does not bother me.  I just hope that you can
understand my protective feelings for my son, and that due to my shock over
the situation, why I over-reacted, and forgive me for my reprehensible
behavior earlier."

She stopped and looked at Jon then.

Jon's mother looked at him too, as if she was trying to communicate
something to him.  Not knowing what might happen, I felt stressed again.

Jon spoke to my mother then, saying, "Thank you for your apology.  And
thank you for believing that I would never do anything to hurt Alex.  I
wouldn't, and I didn't.  I love him like a brother, and will always protect
him from harm of any kind.  Please understand that he and I are very close,
and I know for a fact that he's perfectly fine, and is turning into an
awesome man.  Obviously, like me, as you heard earlier, he's gay.  Neither
he nor I did anything to cause him to become gay - it's just a fact that
like me - he is gay.  It's my highest hope that you can accept him for who
he is, and let him lead his life the way he wants to lead it.  Finally,
although I don't believe I've caused Alex any damage in any way, for any of
my actions that have caused you any stress or pain, I'm truly sorry.  I
accept your apology and forgive you for everything that happened earlier.
I can understand why you felt and acted at the time, as you did.  And I
hope you can forgive me for
 anything you feel I did that caused you or Alex any harm, or pain."

I had mixed feelings about what Jon had said and how he'd said it.  On one
hand, I didn't exactly like how he spoke for me, and about me, as if I was
a child, but on the other hand, I loved how he defended me, and tried to
make my mother understand about me, about us.  And then too, I felt his
love for me, through his speech!  Overall, I was happy I guess, and my eyes
stung as they moistened.  I sniffled and reached up and rubbed my eyes, as
Jon's mother smiled down at us.

My mother smiled too, although she looked like she was straining a little,
I could tell she meant it!  She had tears in her eyes too.

"Thank you Jon, and yes, I forgive you too!" she said.  "And you don't ever
have to worry about Alex.  If he's really gay, I'll love him and support
him, just as much as I have all his life, and he'll feel he can live his
life the way he wants, openly with me."

I couldn't believe she said that!  I was elated, and suddenly felt my
entire body relax.  I also felt tears flooding my eyes again - but they
were tears of relief this time.  Unable to stop them, I just turned into
Jon and hugged him and let them flow.

As both our mother's wept as well, I felt Jon kissing me on the top of my
head again.

"Better save some hugs for your mom too," Jon whispered.

I squeezed him in reply, then pulled away, jumped up and went to my mother,
and hugged her.

"Thank you," I whispered, in a barely audible voice.

She burst into sobs then, and I couldn't stop myself from crying yet again
too, as she wrapped her arms around me and held on tight to me.

There was some commotion behind me, then Jon whispered in my ear, "You OK
being alone with your mom now?"

Still hugging her and crying in her arms, all I could do was nod.

In a normal tone he said, "Mom and I are going home for a while.  I'll be
there if you need me."

I nodded again, without letting go of my mother.

I heard Jon and his mother leave then.

                * * *

After a while, Mom and I both got ahold of ourselves.  Finally, I backed up
and wiping my face dry, I sat on my bed.

We looked at each other for a minute, then Mom said, "I meant what I said
Alex.  If you're gay, it's OK with me, and you don't have to hide it from
me.  And although I'm not really happy about what you and Jon have been
doing with each other, I realize he wouldn't hurt you, and I am sorry for
my accusations and earlier behavior.  Can you forgive me?"

Sniffling yet, and not sure if I was going to cry again, all I could do was
smile weakly and nod.

Mom smiled wanly and said then, "So... you and Vincent are more than just
friends then?"

Suddenly I felt wary again, and looked defensively at her.

"It's OK to tell me Alex, I'm just trying to understand things," she said.

I waited a few seconds, but finally nodded and said, "We're boyfriends."

"So... I take it that means you're... 'having relations' with him... like
you did with Jon?" she asked.

I thought carefully for a moment, then said, "I'm sorry, but I don't think
I need to talk about that with you."

She looked a little distressed.

Thinking quickly, I added, "I don't ask you what you do when you go on
dates, so... I don't think you should ask me either."

Mom's expression changed then, and she didn't look as stressed.  She looked
a little like she was finally resigned to how I was going to live.

"I guess you're right," She said, suddenly, smiling sadly.  "I guess you're
growing up, and turning into a man, and I have to respect your privacy."

To say I was surprised was an understatement.

Before I could reply she asked, "By the way, do Vincent's parents know
about him, and about the two of you?"

SUddenly I felt terrified.  Was Mom going to 'out' him to his parents too?

"NO!  AND YOU CAN'T TELL THEM!" I cried, feeling distraught again, and
scared for Vincent.

"Relax Alex.  I won't do that," she said, sounding tired.  "I was just
wondering."

"Oh," I said, as I felt my body relax again.

"I don't suppose there's anything about 'safe sex' that we should discuss,
is there?  Do you have any questions about sex?  I'll try to answer them if
you do," she said then.

I was a little surprised by this, and felt my ears warming up a little.

Smiling in an embarrassed way, I said, "Um... that's OK, Jon and health
class at school both covered everything I need to know, so I'm fine.
Thanks anyway!"

"Oh," she said, in a slightly daunted tone.  She paused for a moment, then
smiled, and said, "Well, unless you have anything else you'd like to talk
about, I guess that's all we need to discuss about things for now."

"I'm OK," I said, still feeling a little embarrassed.

"OK then," she said.  "I guess I'll go downstairs and pick things up a
little."

"OK," I said.

Smiling, she got up then, and left, closing my door behind her.

Suddenly feeling exhausted, I flopped backward, down onto my bed, letting
all the air out of my lungs.

"Fuck what a horrible morning that was!" I thought.... then I smiled
slightly as I realized, that as bad as it was, it seemed to have all turned
out OK after all!

                * * *

I couldn't believe it, but I actually fell asleep for a while.  It was
about an hour later when I woke up.  I felt better after my nap though!
Not knowing what to do, I decided to call Jon and see if he was OK, so I
picked up my cell phone and hit speed dial for his number.

Jon sounded nervous as he answered the phone.

"Hey!" I said, softly.

"Are you OK?" he asked immediately.

"Yeah," I said.  "Me and Mom talked.  She's OK now.  Mostly she's
embarrassed about her behavior I think."

"I doubt that," Jon said, sounding unconvinced.

"Well, I know she means it, and anyway, I wanted to apologize for her," I
said.

"You have nothing to apologize to me for," he said, in a funny voice.  "And
in all honesty, your mother doesn't either.

  "That's not true!" I said, incredulously.

"Oh yeah - it is," he said.  "Alex, what we've been doing all this time
together - well - it's wrong.  You didn't do anything wrong - but I did.  I
should never have had sex with you, and if anything we did ever hurt you,
in any way, I'm so sorry!"

I heard him sniffling then, like he had been crying.

"JON!" I cried.  "You have nothing to apologize for!  You never did
anything at all to hurt me!  All you ever did was care about me, and make
me feel good in all ways!  I was never happier than when I was with you!
Especially when we were making love!"

He sniffled some more and said, "Hey.  Thanks.  But listen.  It was wrong
of me to have sex with you, because I'm too old to fool around with someone
your age, and -"

"Oh fuck off Jon!" I cried.  "Fuck that bullshit Jon!  I wouldn't be half
the man I am if it wasn't for you teaching me about everything!  Fuck the
law!  If the lawmakers could see the kind of relationship you and I have,
those laws wouldn't exist!  What we have - well had - was the absolute
best!  In fact they should pass a law that all boys have a older guy in
their lives, like you, who teaches them how to be real men!"

I was suprised when I heard Jon snickering suddenly.

"What the hell are you laughing at?" I asked, feeling a little embarrassed,
because I thought he found something I meant seriously, funny.

"Well," he said.  "I doubt if anyone saw a guy with another guy's dick up
his ass, that he'd think the one being fucked was 'manly'!"

When he put it that way, I saw the humor in it, and couldn't help giggling
myself.

A moment later though I said, "You know what I meant!"

"Yeah," he said.  "I understand how you feel Alex.  But do you understand
that what you and I share is so much more special than what any other guys
in our circumstances ever would share, that you can't compare what we have
to anyone else's 'brotherly' relationships?"

I thought for a minute about what he said, then said, "Yeah, I can see it
like that. I know what you're saying.  But, can you see what I'm saying?"

"Yeah Alex," he said.  "I know that what we had was special.  No two guys
our ages have ever shared what we've shared I bet.  But just the same, it
was wrong in the eyes of the law.  Well... at least it was when I hit 17.
So ... as long as you don't feel hurt by what we did, I guess I'm OK with
it."

"Cool!" I said.

"Alex!" he said.  "You gotta promise me something man.  You gotta promise
that once you're 17, you'll never do anything with anyone who's younger!
OK?  Cause if you do, and you get caught, maybe that boy's parents will go
ahead and have you arrested!  OK?  I mean - for a while there, I was sure
your mother was going to do that!"

"You don't ever have to worry about my mother doing that Jon!" I said.  "I
won't let her!  I'll tell everyone she's lying if she tries!  OK?"

"Thanks Bro!  I do love you so much!" he said, sounding relieved.  "But
promise me too, you won't fuck around with younger kids once you're 17 -
OK???  Cause I won't be able to protect you like you're willing to do for
me!"

"I promise!" I said.  "And don't worry.  Mom's not having you arrested.
She really does think of you as another son - even though this happened."

"Thanks for promising me that Alex!" Jon said.  "I'm not so sure your
mother thinks as fondly about me, as you think though.  You're her boy, and
in her eyes, I ruined you!"

"You didn't ruin me!" I cried, exasperated.  "I thought I explained that
you've done nothing but good things for me!"

Chuckling, he said, "That's your opinion - not necessarily her's!"

"Well, give her a chance to prove it then, OK?" I said, worrying that maybe
things wwouldn't get back to normal for all of us.

"Fine," he said, finally.

He told me to hang on a minute then, and I could tell he was talking ot his
mother.

"We're coming over for dinner tonight I guess," Jon said a minute later.

"See?" I cried.  "I told you so!"

"We'll see!" he said.

We talked a couple minutes longer, then hung up.

I spent the rest of the day in my room, playing video games. Eventually,
evening came, and my mother knocked on my door.

"They'll be here soon, come on down now," she called.

"Coming," I said, suddenly feeling a little nervous.

                * * *

A few minutes later, Jon and his mother came over.

Both our mothers looked tired, and like it was an effort to be cheery.
They both looked a little nervous too.

My mother blushed when she looked at Jon.

"Can we try and forget what happened earlier?" she asked, after a minute.

"Sure," he said, cautiously.

I decided maybe it was up to me to break the ice.  I walked into the
kitchen, trying to be as cheery as possible, even though I was nervous.

"When's dinner?" I cried, trying to start a normal conversation.

"Not for at least a half hour yet," his Mom said.

"Cool!  C'mon up to my room Jon!  I wanta show you where I am in the game!"
I said, looking hopefully at him.

I noticed my mother suddenly looked stressed.  She started to say
something, but stopped and looked at Jon's mother, helplessly.

I was surprised when Jon said, "If it's alright with you, I'll go play
video games with Alex for a while, but we'll leave the door open!"

Mom blushed.

"The door will be closed!" I said, hoping everything could just be like it
used to be.  I blushed a little too though when everyone looked at me.

"It'll be open!" Jon said, firmly, looking right at me.

Suddenly I felt not only embarrassed, but betrayed as well, as he looked at
me.

Mom seemed to appreciate Jon's attitude though, and smiled slightly, then
said, "OK.  We'll call you when supper is ready then."

She looked at Jon then, and nodded slightly, then turned back to the
counter, where she was making the salad.

"C'mon," Jon said to me, before I could protest.

I shot Jon an annoyed look, but headed for the stairs, with Jon following
me.

               * * *

"Why'd you say the door would be open?" I cried, as we walked into my room.
I tried to shut it behind Jon.

"So that your mother would feel more comfortable, and allow us to be
together alone up here," he said, pushing the door open again.

I felt extremely annoyed, and disappointed!

"Look at it this way," he said.  "She didn't say we couldn't be up here
alone.  I think she realizes that if we were going to have sex again, there
isn't much that'd stop us.  But at least this way, by not flaunting it in
her face that we're alone behind closed doors, we're showing that we care
about her feelings too.  So... maybe things'll be OK after all for all of
us."

"I suppose," I sighed.

"C'mon.  Let's play a while!" he said.

Smiling, I reached over and turned on the TV and gaming console and started
to set things up.

We spent a half hour then playing 'Fuzion Frenzy'.  I beat the pants off
Jon every time!  Of course, I'd been practicing to do so!  AND HE DID NOT
LET ME WIN!  I WON FAIR AND SQUARE!  I can't help it that I'm just better
at it than he is!  lol

We never heard the call to dinner, because we had the game on loud.
Suddenly Mom appeared at the door, telling us to turn down the volume, and
get ready for dinner.

"Sooorrrryy!" I said.

"From now on, close the door if you're going to be this loud!" She said,
looking back and forth between us with both a stern, but also hopeful look
on her face.  I was elated that she was saying we could go back to closing
the door and being alone together!  Jon looked shocked.  I was surprised,
but very happy myself, when she looked right at him and smiled, and nodded
once slightly at him.

"Maybe you'd best leave your cell phone in your pocket, on vibrate too, so
I can call you for dinner when it's time, without having to come all the
way up here!" she added, smiling at me then.

I grinned and said, "OK.  Sounds good!  We'll be right down.  Soon as I
kick Jon's butt one more time!"

"I think my butt's been kicked enough," Jon said.  "We'll be right down, as
soon as we wash up!"

"OK," she said, smiling at both of us.

She left then, and headed back downstairs.

I looked at Jon triumphantly then and said, in a low tone, "See?  She's
really OK about everything!"

"Seems maybe she is.  We'll see though," he said, smiling, but sounding a
little dubious yet.  "C'mon.  Shut that piece of shit down, and let's go
wash up!"

Grinning, I said, "You don't have to call it a 'piece of shit', just
because I beat you EVERY time!"

"You asshole!" he cried.  He reached over then and grabbed me, an pulled me
down on his lap and started tickling the hell out of me.  All I could do
was laugh and giggle.

"STOP!" I cried finally.  "Before I pee!"

Chuckling, he stopped and let go of me.  Quickly I rolled off of him and
across the room, where I lay in a heap panting.  I wasn't thrilled with
being tickled like that, but I loved that he'd done it.

"C'mon, let's wash up!" he said, grinning at me, as he got up.

Still panting, I got up and shut down down the game, while Jon went into
the bathroom and shut the door behind him.

A moment later, I opened the door and walked into the bathroom too. I
must've startled Jon, because he was standing over the toilet, aiming down
into it, but when I walked in, he jerked around, and his hand moved with
his head and he sprayed the toilet seat!

"Son of a - " he cried, as I grinned at him and laughed.

As he re-directed his aim, I stepped over to the toilet too, saying, "Good
idea, I need to piss too!  But shit man!  Stop spraying all over the
place!"

"You asshole!" he growled.

Laughing, I joined Jon at the toilet.

"Move over," I said, as I unzipped my fly and reached in for my dick.

Jon sighed and moved a little to his left, being careful not piss on
anything else, and I stepped up next to him, aimed my dick downward, and
began peeing as well.  I gave Jon a toothy grin as he looked at me.

Jon finished peeing first, and squirted a few times, then shook off.  I did
the same a moment later, and we both stuck our cocks back in our pants and
zipped up.  Then, Jon used some toilet paper to wipe off the toilet rim and
seat he'd sprayed.

I couldn't help chuckling as he cleaned up his mess.

"Asshole!" he muttered, which made me laugh even more.

Afterward, we washed up, then went down to dinner.

                   * * *

I couldn't help grinning when I saw a wine glass set by my place on the
table.

Poor Jon looked nervous as we sat down to eat.  I could tell he still
wasn't sure about my mother's feelings.  As we started eating though, she
and his mother started a discussion about how they'd made the meat loaf we
were having.  As they talked, Jon's mother asked me how he liked it.  My
mouth was full, but I nodded vigorously, so they knew I liked it.

"What do you think of it Jon?" his mother asked.

Jon seemed surprised she'd spoken to him.  I knew it was her way of letting
him know that she wanted things to be normal between them.

"It's really tasty," he said, then he stuffed some more into his mouth.

"Guess that recipe's a keeper then!" his mother said.

"I think so.  I like it too," Mom said.

We ate quietly for a couple minutes, then, Jon's mother asked me and him if
we had any plans for the rest of our vacation.  I noticed that Jon looked
stressed out suddenly.  Apparently he hadn't told his mother his plans.

When the women looked at me, I shrugged, so they looked at Jon then, who
hesitated a moment.

Finally he said, "Uh... well, tomorrow I'm going to visit Ryan for a couple
days, and meet his parents.  Then... I was thinking I'd bring him back here
with me for a couple days, to meet you, before we have to go back to
school."

"Oh!" his mother said, sounding surprised.

Wisely, my mother didn't say anything.  She did look at Jon though.  At
first she looked surprised, then she looked angry for an instant.  Finally,
she just looked worried.  She looked at me then, but I just went on eating.

"Well," Jon's mother said quickly.  "I take it Ryan's parents are expecting
you?"

"Yes," he said.

"Good!" she said, smiling.  "And I'm looking forward to meeting Ryan as
well!"

"Are you looking forward to meeting Ryan too?" Mom suddenly asked me.

"MMmm!" I grunted, as I swallowed a lump of meat loaf.  Once it was down, I
said, "We've talked.  He seems cool.  It'll be nice to meet him once."

I watched Mom carefully for her reaction.

"Um... I see," She said, seeming flustered at first.  Quickly though, her
face took on a resigned expression, and she smiled weakly and looked at Jon
and said, "I am too Jon.  I'm sure he's a very nice boy."

"Thanks," Jon said, sounding warily surprised.

"So what movie should we watch tonight?" his mother asked then, obviously
hopint to change the subject.

I mentioned a couple that I wanted to see, and our discussion turned to
what to watch.  The rest of the meal passed by uneventfully.

After we cleaned up the table and all worked together to get the dishes in
the dish washer, we adjourned to the living room and watched our movie.

When the movie ended, Jon's Mom stood up and stretched, and announced she
needed to go home and go to bed, as she had to work the next day.  He got
up then too, saying he had to go pack.

I suddenly felt depressed.  Jon would be leaving early in the morning,
before I was up, and Vincenet wasn't home yet, so I wasn't going to have
anything to do!

"Hey!" Jon said, grabbing me with his arm, and pulling me into a hug.
"We'll be back in a few days!"

"I know," I said, hugging him.  "I'm still gonna miss you while you're gone
though!"

"I know," he said, hugging me back. "You got a lot of new games to try out
while I'm gone though."

I saw Jon looking left and looked left myself. Mom was watching us very
carefully.  She looked worried.

"I know," I said.  "I still wish I could come!"

Chuckling, Jon squeezed me.  Then, with both our mothers watching, he
kissed me on the forehead.  I noticed neither reacted at all.

"You won't have time to miss me.  Those games'll take a while to work
through!" he said.

"That's true!" I said, smiling a little, as we parted.

"See you when I get back," he said.  I was suprised, and so was Mom, when
he leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek too.  Suddenly though, she
smiled a genuinely warm smile at me, and stretched up and kissed him on the
cheek as well.

"Have a nice trip, and I'm looking forward to meeting Ryan when you
return," she said, still smiling.

Jon looked very surprised, but quickly recovered and smiled warmly back at
her.  All I could do was look back and forth between them, grinning.

We finished saying good-bye then, and they left.

                * * *

I helped Mom pick up, then said good night and went up to bed.  After I'd
brushed my teeth, and peed, I went to my room, shut the door, and stripped
down and crawled into bed.

I laid there quietly for a few minutes, thinking about the events of the
day.  Although some of what had happened were the most traumatic events in
my life, in the end, I guessed that things had really turned out OK.  I
knew though that I was going to have to relive it all one more time.  I had
to call Vincent and let him know what had happened... so that when he came
over the next time, he wouldn't be caught unaware... and - on the off
chance my mother reneged on her promise not to contact Vincent's parents,
and 'out' him to them.

Not really wanting to relive it all again, but knowing I had too, I sighed
and reached for my cell phone.

I dialed Vincent's cell, and he picked up after 2 rings.

"Hey Babe!" he cried softly, in a happy voice.

"Hey!" I said.

"What's wrong?" he asked, picking up on my dull tone.

"Well... you got a few minutes?" I asked.

"For you, I got all night Babe!" he said, and I could tell he was smiling.
His tone became serious and he said, "But what's wrong?"

"Listen," I said.  "Before I tell you, you need to know that everything's
turned out OK in the end.  OK?"

"OK, but what happened?" he cried, beginning to sound worried.

"Well, I didn't plan for this to happen, it just did, but, I'm 'out' to my
mother and to Jon's mother too!" I said.

"WHAT?" Vincent cried, sounding shocked and more than nervous.

"Jon told his mother about him and Ryan, so she told my mother, and she put
2 and 2 together and figured out about me and Jon, and I ended up being
'outed'," I said.

"Oh My Fucking God!" Vincent gasped, horrified.  For some reason I could
picture him reaching down and grasping his genitals nervously.

"It's OK," I said.  "Well... at first it wasn't... in fact it got really
ugly for a while!  But, it all ended up OK!  I'm fine.  Mom's
... well... she says she's OK with it, and by the way - she knows about us
too!"

"WHAT?" Vincent cried, clearly scared now.

"IT'S OK!" I cried.  "She promised not to tell anyone!  You're safe!"

I could hear Vincent breathing heavily in the background.

"Are you sure she'll keep quiet?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"What about Jon's mother?" he asked.

"She's cool.  Besides, she doesn't even know your parents, does she?" I
asked.

"No - not that I know of at least," he said.

"Well, she won't be telling anyone either," I said.

"Well, OK, I guess," Vincent said, not sounding 100% convinced.
"But... are you sure you're OK?"

"Yeah," I said, smiling wryly.  "Like I said, at first it was bad, but it
ended up OK."

"Well, what the hell happened?" Vincent asked.  "Tell me everything!"

Sighing, I launched then into the entire story of everything that had
occurred during the day.  Through most of it, Vincent remained silent,
listening intently.  Occasionally he burst out with a curse or exclaimation
of shock though - like when I told how my mother beat on Jon.

When I was finally finished, Vincent was quiet.  I knew he was there,
because I could hear his breathing.

Finally, I said, "Are you OK?"

"Yeah," he said, then I heard him sniffle.

"Are you crying?" I asked.

He sniffled again and said, "I'm sorry.  It's just, I'm so sad that you had
to go through all that, and I wasn't there to help you!"

I actually hadn't expected that kind of a reaction from Vincent.  Suddenly,
my heart felt warm, and my penis began to swell, as I realized just how
much he cared for me!  And as I realized that, I realized too, how much I
loved him as well!

"Hey!" I said, as I reached down and cupped my genitals.  "I'm OK.  But
thanks for feeling that way.  I love you Babe!"

"I love you too Alex!  I just wish I was there with you right now!  If I
was, I'd take you in my arms and hold you, until I was sure you're alright.
Then, when I knew you were, I'd make love to you!" he said.

"Oh fuck!  I so need your cock!" I said, grinning.

Vincent sniffed, then chuckled and said, "I need you too!"

"Well..., til you're home, how 'bout we have phone sex each night?" I
suggested.

"I could do that!" Vincent said, sounding happier.

"OK, are you dressed, or nude?" I asked.

Vincent snickered then and said, "when have we talked on the phone late at
night, that I was dressed?"

Grinning, I said, "Well, are you hard?"

"I'm alway hard when we talk!" Vincent said.

My own cock was very nearly hard by then too, so I said, "Me too!"

"Cool!  Now just think about me spinning around, so that my cock's in your
face, and your's is in mine, and we're about to suck each other off!" he
said.

"Oh yeah!" I cried, as I grabbed my cock and started masturbating.

"Hey!" Vincent cried.  Then, almost as if he was watching me from a remote
camera or something, he said, "lube up before you jack man!"

"How'd you-" I started to say.

He just snickered then and said, "I guessed.  You're so horny all the time,
you're always starting up without any help!"

I couldn't help smiling then.

"Well, you get lubed too!" I said.

"OK, give me a second!" he said.

While he put his phone down and got his lube out and lubed his cock, I did
the same.  A minute later, we were back on the phone with each other, and
both of us were sliding our greasy hands up and down our hardons!

While we jacked off, Vincent described then how he was going to ever so
slowly and ever so gently, lick up and down my cock, while with his other
hand he was going to reach for my crack and slip his long thin middle
finger between my cheeks, and probe inward until he found my pucker, which
he was then going to gently finger at the same time.

I slowed my hand down and stopped gripping myself as much to try and match
the way Vincent said he was doing my cock, and crooking the phone just
right, I was able to free up my other hand and reach for my hole, which I
also probed, much like Vincent was describing.  It felt glorious!

I told him then how I was sliding my mouth up and down his rod, gently
rubbing my tongue back and forth sideways over it, and how I too was
fingering his anus.

Thinking intensely about all of our encounters, I recalled and swore I
could actually smell the scent of the thick, mucousy sweat from Vincent's
scrotum.  As I did, my cock flexed involuntarily.  I so wished he was there
with me!

After a couple minutes of masturbating, and describing what we wanted to do
to each other, we both were breathing hard, and I felt my orgasm forming.
He did too.

Another half minute, and I felt my orgasm forming.

"I'm gonna cum man!" I gasped.

"Me too!" he said in a breathless voice.

I couldn't help myself and started jacking off at a normal rate of speed
then.  From Vincent's breathing, it sounded as if he had too.

Suddenly, Vincent gasped, and I could tell he had blown his first load!

"Awwww..." I gasped myself a moment later, as suddenly my body tensed up
and I blew a glob of come out my cock.  It landed in a streak on my chest.

"Mmmmm..." Vincent moaned, and I could see him ejaculating all over his
belly.

"Ohhh..." I groaned, as I blew another load too.

For a couple seconds, we both were silent, except for our gasps of
pleasure, as we each finished jacking off.

"Damn!" Vincent exclaimed.  "For a hand job, that really was pretty good!"

"Yeah," I agreed, as I finished up.

"Not as good as the real thing though!" Vincent said.

"I know, but you're there, and I'm not, and I'm here, and you're not!" I
said.

"Well, only a couple more days, and I'll be home!" he said.

"I can't wait!" I said.

"Me either!" he replied.

We talked for a few more minutes, while we cleaned ourselves up.  Then
finally, said we loved each other and hung up.

I set my phone down, turned off the light, rolled over, and as much as I
thought I'd lie awake all night, I fell asleep almost as soon as my head
touched the pillow.



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