Date: Mon, 08 Feb 1999 19:56:55 PST From: Jeffy Subject: Be My Valentine Be My Valentine By Jeffy All of the usual disclaimers apply. This story is entirely fictional. No house pets, rain forests or lab animals were harmed in the writing of this story. It is intended for adults only. You can send comments or constructive criticism to Jeffs71@Hotmail.com. Flames will be ignored so don't bother. I just couldn't resist writing one with a little different slant on Valentine's Day. Hope you like it! Be warned! This one is sweet, sentimental, syrupy, and longer than most of my other stories. If you're a diabetic go get your insulin! Otherwise, enjoy! "Don't worry. I have a plan!" - George Armstrong Custer Pete sighed. Life was just so unfair! Valentine's Day was coming up and not only did he NOT have a girl to be his Valentine, he didn't want one. He wanted a BOY to be his Valentine. Worse, he wanted his best bud Eric. He was sure that Eric didn't feel the same way about him. How could he? Eric was a tall, slim, well-built 13-year-old (almost 14) and he was still a skinny little wimpy kid. Although they were virtually the same age, Pete was somewhat behind in physical development. His parents told him that he was just a late-bloomer and to be patient, but it's hard to be patient when your hormones are doing strange things to your brain, especially when everyone else is already way ahead of you. Pete, however, was not one to take this sort of a challenge lying down. He loved all kinds of spy movies (especially bad ones) and novels, and he was about to hatch a plan that he was sure would result in Eric at least noticing his body. He considered himself very ordinary-looking (in reality he was cute as hell, but he was the only one who didn't see it that way) with light brown hair, dark eyes, a small upturned snub nose, a scattering of freckles on his cheeks, full lips and a square little chin. He was only about 5'2" tall, the shortest one in his class and he had yet to get his first pubic hair. His body was slim but well toned and he was an overall good athlete, his major advantage being his quickness. His nickname on the baseball team was "Flash". That, combined with his cocky attitude toward life in general made him quite popular in school. Eric, was almost the exact opposite of Pete. He was tall, about 5'9", a slim 130 lbs., and had dark, straight hair which he wore medium length. He was studious and very quiet. It was a running joke around school that he would never use two words if one would do, and usually he lived up to it. Rumor had it that he was also something of a martial arts whiz, having (gently) laid out a bully his first week at school (and then apologizing to said bully, which was scarier than him having laid the kid out). Nobody messed with him after that. His smile could literally light up the room and he always wore very loose, baggy clothes. He had moved in next door to Pete about a year before and they'd become best buds almost on sight. Their parents often joked that if they could somehow fuse the two of them, you'd have one normal boy. All in all, Eric had unconsciously cultivated an air of mystery around him. Pete also had another best bud, Suzie, his other next-door-neighbor. They had literally grown up together side-by-side and there was nothing that they wouldn't do for one another. Suzie was every inch the tomboy, even at 13, and could usually at least hold her own with most of the boys in sports. That was gradually beginning to change, and Suzie wasn't sure she liked the trend of this lately. The boys were getting bigger and stronger than she was while she was beginning to grow boobs (Suzie was also a late-bloomer). On the night of January 31st, Pete sat in his room and began to craft his nefarious plan to ensnare the unsuspecting Eric. Or at least, that's what he thought to himself. He would make Eric think that one of the girls in class was Eric's "secret admirer" and then at the last moment he would reveal that it was him all along. This was where his planning became a little fuzzy, since one scenario in his mind had Eric beating the crap out of him while shouting "Faggot!" over and over, while another had them falling madly in love and running away to become intelligence operatives. He honestly wasn't sure which one he'd prefer, but he was rapidly realizing that he had utterly no interest in girls. Oh well, he had the outline of his plan done (on his PC, in a non-passworded file of course) and he could fill in the details as he went along. Both of the boys had been invited to Suzie's Valentines Day party (chaperoned, alas, by both sets of parents) and Pete considered this the perfect time to confront Eric with his feelings. The very thought made him hyperventilate and see spots, but if he didn't do something soon he was gonna go postal. After all, Our Man Flint had never backed down from anyone, and neither had James Bond (these were his favorite spy movies). He spent a sizable portion of the evening writing out the various notes that he would leave for Eric to find in his desk, his locker, etc. As best buds they shared just about everything without thinking about it (except clothes, and only because they didn't wear the same sizes) so nobody would think it strange for Pete to be messing around in Eric's things at school. They were always borrowing pens and things from each other. Monday morning, he would put the plan into action! He made sure to get to school extra early that Monday so that Eric wouldn't catch him. Some mornings they walked to school together if Eric could get his lazy ass out of bed on time. Most mornings that meant that Eric ran in just as the bell was ringing. Pete couldn't figure out how he was never late, but he wasn't. While rummaging through Eric's desk, ostensibly looking for a pen, he dropped in a little box of Necco candy hearts along with a note (also done on his computer) saying "From your secret admirer!" That should get Eric's attention! As expected, Eric rolled into his seat just as the bell was ringing. He gave his bud his best heart-stopping, light up the room grin, which Pete felt down to his toes. He responded with his patented smirk and a murmured, "Yo dude." "Great," thought Pete, "now I'll have a stiffie all day. Good thing baggy pants are in fashion!" His slim five inches of boyhood were standing at attention and would be for the rest of the day if he didn't do something about it. Eric promptly rummaged around in his desk for a notebook and found the candy hearts and the note. His face was puzzled as he read the note and looked at the box of candy. Was this a joke? He gave Pete a stare and Pete just looked back and mouthed "What?" to his friend. Eric just made a "Later" sort of gesture and turned to face front. Pete's heart was pounding so hard he thought it'd burst through his ribs, like in "Alien". The plan was working! Later, during their free period, Eric told Pete about the note and candy. "Did you see anyone else in my desk?" Eric asked. "No, not this morning. I did borrow a pen though." He held up the pen for Pete to see. "Who could it be? Think it's a joke?" Eric always talked more around Pete. "I don't know, I guess somebody likes you." Pete said this with an absolutely straight, serious face, thinking as hard as he could at Eric "It's me! It's me!" "Well, how about asking around for me. See if you can find out who it is. This is just too weird!" "I will bud, believe me. Hey, did you see the trailer for the new Star Wars movie on the Internet yet? I can't wait till it opens!" Both boys were SF fans of monumental proportions. They talked for a while about normal stuff, movies, sites on the 'Net, and then had to go back in for class. Inside, Pete was turning cartwheels. The next day, Pete did the same thing except he planted another note (no candy this time) in Eric's locker, right next to his. It was almost too easy to just slip it through the front vents unnoticed (he thought). This one said "I'm thinking of you, lover!" and had a graphic of a red heart on it. He was proud of the graphic. Suzie, being the very observant girl she was, had seen him nonchalantly slip the note into Eric's locker. Well, the week went on this way with Eric getting more and more weirded out about the whole thing. Every day Pete managed to leave him a note in a different place, and on Friday he left it in Eric's gym clothes! Let's see him figure that one out! That afternoon, Suzie confronted him about his plan. "Yo, boy-bud, you home?" Suzie shouted as the walked in Pete's front door. They hadn't bothered knocking on each other's doors since they were about ten. Pete, lying on his bed, wanking himself silly and thinking of Eric, hurriedly stuffed himself back into his pants. Shit, couldn't he get some privacy in his own house? "Up here, girl-bud!" he shouted. They'd called each other that forever. Suzie went up to his room after saying hello to Pete's mom in the kitchen. She was making fried chicken and Suzie was already hoping she'd be asked to stay for dinner. She found Pete sitting on his bed and looking uncomfortable. A bulge still showed in the front of his jeans and Suzie had to hide a smile in a quick cough. "I'll bet I know who he's thinking about!" she thought to herself. Then, she sat on the bed and turned to Pete. He was her best friend and she knew he was in pain inside. She had already made up her mind to help him (after all, what are buds for?). "How long have you been in love with Eric?" She said it in the same tone of voice that one would say, "Please pass the salt," at the dinner table. Pete just stared at her with wide eyes. For once, he was caught totally flat-footed, without a smart-ass remark or joke to cover it up. Suzie looked deeply into his shocked eyes and saw the truth there. Pete just sat there and started to tremble. "I think you'll make a great looking couple! You should have told him long ago." Pete, tears trickling down his cheeks, whispered back "You're not going to tell anyone, are you? Do you hate me now?" "Hate you? What for? And who would I tell?" She dimpled at him (she knew nobody could resist her when she dimpled at them) and said, "Besides, I want to help!" "Still buds?" Pete whispered. "Always!" she replied firmly. Then Pete did something totally unexpected. He collapsed, weeping uncontrollably, on her shoulder. Gone was the cocky smart-ass. She just held on, stroking his hair and telling him it would be OK. His mom quietly opened the door. Suzy have her a miniscule headshake and she went back downstairs. Finally, the storm passed. "You'll make a great psychiatrist, you know. Just think of all the money I'll owe you by the time we grow up!" Pete told her. Her fondest dream was to become a therapist. It looked like she was off to a good start. Well, Suzy was asked to stay for dinner (which she gratefully accepted. Her mom had made liver.) Pete's family did notice that he was very subdued but figured it would pass as it always did. Then Pete and Suzy adjourned to his room to get down to some serious plotting. They quickly found that it was much more fun with the two of them plotting. "You should write him a poem. That's the sort of thing he'd expect from a girl. Maybe a love sonnet." Pete groaned. "Couldn't I just copy one from a book or something?" "No, no, it has to be from the heart. Your heart." Pete grinned. It was so weird! Suzy knew about him and didn't hate him. And stranger yet, it actually felt good to have her know about him. He felt free! Eventually they came up with something. Pete thought of it as free verse. It went something like this: Eric - I'd like to tell you how I feel But mere words are inadequate Always know That you're in my heart Pete thought it was great while Suzy held her nose and made a face. Oh well, you can't please everyone. They also wrote out the week's notes together. They cut out words and letters from various old magazines and pasted them to a piece of paper for the final note (to be delivered that Friday before the party). They both giggled, thinking it was just like some sort of ransom note in a movie. Before Suzy went hone that night Pete gave her a big hug (startling her severely) and whispered in her ear "You're the best girl-bud!" Suzy blushed all the way home, thinking warm thoughts about her best boy-bud. As he always did, Eric slept over Pete's house that Saturday. Eric's dad had to work late 3 Saturday's a month and they'd had this arrangement for a long time. They played, wrestled (Eric won and of course enforcing his dominance with 'monster noogies') and talked just like usual. Then it was time for bed. They lay on the twin beds in Pete's room, shooting the shit as always. "I wonder who's sending me the damn notes! It's beginning to get on my nerves." Eric exclaimed. "Probably some lovesick girl, pining for you." Pete assured him. "Yeah, well, if it's a girl she's gonna be real disappointed." "Why? You're like, one of the best looking boys in school. Any girl would want you, I'd think. And you're always so nice to everyone, hell, you hardly even cuss! Why wouldn't anyone want you?" He could see Eric's bare, smooth chest in the dim light across the room. He longed to go over and run his hands all over the soft flesh but he didn't dare. Little did he know that his best bud across the room was having exactly the same thoughts. "Just because. Let's go to sleep, I'm bushed." With that they both rolled over and lay in the dark, both thinking that they had just said too much, revealed too much of themselves. The next Monday, Suzy sprung the next phase of the operation on Eric. Before homeroom (Eric was on time that morning, prompting Pete to suggest that he buy a lottery ticket) she walked up to Eric and handed him the poem. "It's been you all along?" he demanded of her. "No, not me, and I can't reveal who it is, I promised not to. I can say that you'll find out this Friday at my Valentine's Day party. If I tell you any more I'll have to kill you. Be there or be square!" She turned and walked away without another word. Eric grimaced at her back in pure frustration. Then he read the poem, groaned, and shoved it into his pants pocket. He did not, Pete noticed, throw it away. The week passed slowly for all concerned, and on Friday Suzie delivered the final note. It instructed Eric to be in her sister's bedroom at precisely nine o'clock to meet his mystery admirer. Eric took the note from her said "I'll be there!" He then stalked away muttering under his breath. Suzy and Pete shared a smug grin. They really had him going now! She wondered if the CIA had any openings for teenage plotters. At exactly 8:45 the wheels started coming off of their plan. Pete had cold feet and was absolutely bouncing of the walls in a total panic. Suzy endured it stoically. "What if he doesn't want me? What if he beats the crap out of me? Will you at least say something nice at my funeral?" Suzy rolled her eyes. He'd never be a good spy if he kept letting his nerves get the better of him. "Would James Bond be this nervous? Would Our Man Flint? Come on, get a grip!" She walked over to Pete and gave him a warm, firm hug and whispered in his ear "It'll be OK. I just know it." Pete just nodded and drew a shuddering breath. Suzy went to find Eric. She did find him, weaving drunkenly through the partygoers. Shit, someone had spiked the punch! Her dad would kill her for having alcohol at the party! Well, first things first. She grabbed Eric by the arm and propelled him into the bathroom. Without mercy she stuck her finger down his throat, with the expected reaction. After he was done she rummaged I the medicine cabinet and handed him some Tums. "Here, chew these up, they'll settle your stomach. And then gargle with the mouthwash. Hurry up, we don't have all night!" She was pissed. "Ooh, boys! Pe...er your admirer is expecting the nite of a lifetime and I'm NOT gonna bring hi...them a fall-down drunk. You have 3 minutes to clean up and be presentable. Ooh, boys!" She stormed out of the bathroom and went upstairs to find a clean shirt of her brother's for him to wear. "Here, put this on, it doesn't stink of booze." She glanced at the clock. 8:55 on the dot. "How could you?!" Eric at least had the grace to be embarrassed. She knew how important this was to Pete. She grabbed Eric by the hand and began to lead him upstairs. Halfway there, he stopped dead and asked her "Just tell me, please, I gotta know, is it Pete? Is he my secret admirer? God, I hope so! Is it him?" Suzy just gave him a poker face and took him upstairs. The party, she noticed, was in full swing despite the presence of the adults. Once upstairs she produced a red bandanna and blindfolded Eric. He started to speak and she put a finger on his lips. Then she led him onto the bedroom and put him on the bed, next to Pete, who had on his sexiest silk shirt, unbuttoned to his navel. Then the pressed "Play" on her boom box and quickly exited. The soft strains of the Righteous Brothers' "You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin'" filled the room. Pete gently embraced his larger friend and removed the blindfold. Eric blinked a couple of times and then, with a wicked smile, gently pulled the smaller boy onto his lap. With the difference in their sizes, he fit perfectly; their eyes were exactly level with each other. "I've been hoping it was you!" he said softly. Pete was too overcome with emotion to say a word. "What, nothing to say? First time for everything I guess!" Then they both leaned forward and their lips met. Their first, tentative probing gave way to a passionate, wholehearted French kiss as they melted into one another. In no time flat they were tongue wrestling like mad and swapping spit like there was no tomorrow. They were both determined to give the other the maximum amount of pleasure possible. Eric, being bigger, finally gained the upper hand and wetly slithered his tongue down Pete's throat. He was rewarded with a gasp form the smaller boy as he began to run his hands over Pete's chest, paying special attention to his soft, warm nipples. He broke the kiss as he began working his way down Pete's throat, kissing, sucking, and nibbling the whole way. Pete could only spasm in Eric's arms and make incoherent noises, so great was his pleasure. When he got to the hairless chest, he began working over every inch of skin until he reached Pete's right nipple, which he sucked hard, taking in as much skin around it as he could. Pete arched his back and moaned loudly. Fortunately, nobody would hear an earthquake over the noise of the party downstairs. With Pete's nipples sucked, he moved downward, stopping to blow a raspberry in Pete's bellybutton (making them both giggle like crazy). Then, with trembling hands, he undid and removed Pete's pants, leaving him completely naked. The 5" hairless slim hard cock that he found was the most beautiful sight he's ever seen. Greedily, Eric licked every inch of Pete's dick and balls, eliciting more squirming and loud moaning form him. Eric just smiled to himself and took the head into his mouth, sucking softly and swirling his tongue around it. He could tell it wouldn't be long before Pete blew his load and soon the boy passed the point of no return. He moaned, thrashed his head from side to side, and spurted no less than six strong jets of cum into Eric's mouth. Eric lapped them up and kept sucking, hoping for more. Finally, Pete collapsed breathing hard and sweating like mad. Eric just held him, stroking his smooth hairless skin and enjoying their closeness. After a few minutes, Pete began to stir and begin his examination of the bigger boy. He stroked, kissed, and licked Eric all over. He wanted to crawl inside his skin; he could never get enough of Eric! He did his nipples, sucking and nibbling on each one, before moving down to the throbbing hardon. It was 7" long and much thicker that his own. It was also dribbling pre-cum all over. Pete licked the head, experimentally tasting it. Mmmm, good! He enthusiastically began to slurp on it, nearly causing Eric's eyes to cross with pleasure. Well, it wasn't long before the inevitable happened as Eric's dick began to twitch and jump in his mouth. Pete thought he was gonna drown (but what a way to go) and kept swallowing valiantly. Finally, tired and sweaty, they collapsed on the bed. After a few minutes Eric said the words they'd both been dying to hear, "Love you!" Eric thought they were done, but Pete had one more surprise for him. "I want you to fuck me. Now!" "It'll hurt you! I never want to hurt you! No, we shouldn't, not now." The last thing that he wanted was to hurt his newly discovered love. "No, it'll be OK, I've been, well, uh, well practicing." "Practicing? With what?" asked Eric, a bit startled. "Well, if you must know, with vegetables, OK? Carrots and a cucumber. They were the right shape and I didn't have any other ideas. Please? I really want to do this for you." Well, I guess, but take it out if it hurts." Eric was still doubtful Pete grabbed the tube of lubricant and began to apply it to Eric's again-hard dick. It was so beautiful, and it felt so great in his hands. Then it was time as he put Eric flat on his back and began to lower himself onto the hard cock. He gasped once as the head slipped in and stopped moving for over a full minute. Eric couldn't believe the amazing sensations as he began to penetrate Pete's butthole. Pete slowly, methodically worked his way downward. Both boys grunted repeatedly until Pete felt Eric's pubes brush his smooth ass. When it was all the way in, he cautiously sat back and felt the engorged cock brush up against his prostate, making him jump. Then he was rocking back and forth, gasping, while Eric pumped his hips and gently masturbated his cock. It was no more than a couple of dozen strokes before both boys started cumming again, this time almost yelling out their pleasure. For Pete, it was like someone had stuck a live wire inside of him as he bumped and jerked, impaled on Eric's hard cock. Finally they both just lay there, gasping and spent. After several minutes Pete sat up with Eric's semi-hard dick still in him. He looked down at Eric and smiled. "Will you be my Valentine?" Suzy, standing guard outside the door, could hear their shouts of laughter over the noise of the party downstairs and smiled to herself.