Stuff My Stocking: M-M Romance Stories that are Nice and Naughty (2 page)

That most certainly was not what he expected.

“You do?”

“Of course. I’m your best friend, dork. I’ve known for years.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

Quinn sputtered. “Why didn’t you?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I was afraid.”

“Of what? This?”

Before James had a chance to react, his lips were being covered in a kiss, sweet and insistent and everything he’d barely allowed himself to dream of. His body reacted in swells of delight, gooseflesh sweeping over his skin. It was a dream. It had to be. Quinn, nipped softly at James’ lower lip and drew away.

“Quinn?” James whispered when their lips parted. He was afraid to ask the question, but he needed to know.

“Yeah?” James was being kissed again, with bites and licks and a warm slick tongue trailing down his neck.

“What are you, ugh, doing?” Oh God, Oh God, Oh God…

“Kissing my best friend.”

“W-why?” James had a hard time concentrating with Quinn biting and licking his neck like that. When Quinn tongued a path around the rim of his ear he couldn’t help moaning out loud.

“Because I want to.” Quinn whispered it in his ear, the warmth of his breath making James shudder.

“Since when?”

“I don’t know, a while—but I never realized you wanted it too until earlier when we were watching TV.”

James cringed. “What did I do?”

“I’ll tell you later. Just kiss me.”

James couldn’t imagine anything he wanted to do more than kiss Quinn…so he did; he kissed Quinn’s soft lips, his nipples, the line of his jaw, and the place on his neck where his pulse pounded strong and fast. Then James turned Quinn over and kissed and licked his way down Quinn’s spine. He was shaking and turned on and scared of everything that might be happening. The rain pounded away outside, making his room feel like a dark warm paradise that he never wanted to leave. Quinn trembled and arched into James’ touch.

“That feels amazing.”

James smiled but didn’t say anything, just kept going, exploring the tanned muscular expanse of Quinn’s back with his seeking, thirsting mouth. When he got to the edge of Quinn’s pajama bottoms he paused, but Quinn flipped over onto his back and impatiently pushed the bottoms off. Then he reached for James, wrapping him up in what felt like miles of hot silky skin, waxed clean for the pool.

James quivered and brought his hands up to frame Quinn’s face; still barely able to believe it was actually happening.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Because you’re straight—at least I always thought you were.”

Quinn considered that. “I’m probably bi. I’ve noticed other guys but you’re the first one I’ve ever really wanted for real. Doesn’t really matter what I am though—I’m here because I want to be here. With you.”

James didn’t say anything, simply reached over for another kiss, reeling at the fact that Quinn wanted him. The kiss was just as emotional and explorative as the first except with full body contact that gave him a high like no other. He wasn’t expecting the velvet slide of Quinn’s tongue, or the hands that started to explore him, shoulders, back, the tingly skin right underneath the crease of his thighs. James wrapped his leg around Quinn’s hips and pulled him closer. Quinn’s hand slipped between them, testing James’ nipples, the skin of his stomach…lower.

James gulped, then sighed when the calloused grip of Quinn’s palm surrounded the suddenly throbbing shaft of his cock.

“Ungh…Quinn.”

“You feel nice. So hard.”

James couldn’t help the moan that slipped out. “It’s cause of you.”

“Glad I could be of service.”

Quinn gave James a sly smile and pushed their hips together so he could hold both of their cocks in his grip. James drifted in the delicious sensations for a few moments before he had to stop it. There was no way in hell he was going to come early and miss out on what might be next. What he didn’t expect was for Quinn to hop out of the bed with a grin.

“I’ll be right back,” He said and bent to the floor. The next thing James knew he was staring at the empty doorway.

When Quinn returned he carried James’ vibrator, shiny and newly washed, and a handful of condoms.

“I didn’t know if you had any of these.”

“Are we—?”

Quinn leaned closer, dropping the toy and the condoms on James’ nightstand. “I really hope so,” he whispered in James’ ear. “But before I get inside of you, I want to try it.”

“Try it?”

“The vibrator. You said it feels good. I want to try it.”

James’ breath caught excitedly in his throat. He smiled in the darkness before he leaned over to pick the vibrator off of his table and fish around on the floor for his lube.

“In a minute. I want to touch you first.”

Quinn lay back contentedly. “Touching is encouraged.”

James started slowly, revisiting Quinn’s nipples, his neck, the muscular planes of his perfect flat abs. Then he drifted lower, licking up Quinn’s cock before swallowing it whole. He saw Quinn white-knuckling the sheets and had to grin.

“Jamie, oh my God.”

James kept sucking, licking, funneling months’ worth of fantasies into that one intimate act. He stopped only to slick one finger, which he worked gently into Quinn’s ass. Soon, though, he pulled away to slick up two fingers with lube and push them back inside a little bit at a time.

When he thought Quinn was ready, he covered the vibrator with lube and slowly worked it inside, watching Quinn’s face.

“That thing is huge,” Quinn grunted.

James angled toy so it would bump into Quinn’s prostate and switched it on low. Quinn started moving his hips, trying to increase the pressure of the toy. James bent forward and took Quinn’s cock into his mouth, sucking with increasing pressure and thrusting gently with the toy at the same time. He kept going, drinking in Quinn’s low howls of pleasure. It didn’t take long for Quinn to grab James’ shoulder.

“Wait, wait. I don’t want to come yet. I want to be inside of you.”

James froze, panting and hot, then slid up Quinn’s sweat slicked body. When he got to the top he gave Quinn a long, deep kiss.

“I think I like that plan.”

James gently pulled the vibrator out of Quinn and tossed it to the side before reaching out to snag a condom from the bedside table. He rolled it onto Quinn, then flipped onto his stomach, giving Quinn a naughty look over his shoulder.

“No. Not like that. I want to look at you.”

Quinn tugged until James flipped back over. He spread James’ thighs and crawled between them, dousing his cock liberally with lube. He hooked his elbow under James’ knee and tilted him up, aiming for the tight pucker that James was dying to have him claim. To James it seemed like he could feel every molecule of Quinn pushing inside, filling him up, stretching, impaling. It felt like he barely had room to breathe. It was fine, though. He wouldn’t miss breathing if he got to have Quinn in his bed every night.

“You okay?” Quinn looked concerned. James realized he’d been squeezing his eyes closed, but he wasn’t hurt, just overwhelmed by the sensations dancing through his body.

“Yeah, I’m good.” He lifted his hips. “Fuck me Quinn. I want it.”

When Quinn started to move, James nearly sobbed out loud. Their sweaty skin, the deep breathless kisses, the way that Quinn nailed him in the exact right place every single damn time—it was all too much to withstand.

James came without warning, clenching down on Quinn’s body and shouting out in shock.

“Jamie,” Quinn panted. “God, baby, come for me.”

It didn’t take Quinn long either. Just a few quick strokes and he froze, fingers digging into James’ hips. Quinn flopped down on top of him and sprinkled his face with happy slobbery little kisses.

“You felt amazing,” he finally whispered.

James reached up to cup the back of Quinn’s head. “So did you. I can barely…”

“I know what you mean.”

Quinn shifted and pulled slowly out of James. He snagged a tissue from the box that was perpetually on the nightstand and wrapped up the condom before he dropped it on the floor.

James snuggled into Quinn, hoping his previous shameless cuddler status still applied after having sex with his best friend. He wasn’t disappointed. Quinn bundled him up in warm arms and James floated happily there for a few minutes—but he couldn’t fall asleep.

“Quinn?”

“MmmHmm?” Quinn’s voice was a contented rumble against his neck.

“Was this?—“ A warm hand came up to cover James’ mouth. Quinn bit the back of his neck gently, kissed the same spot, then wrapped James in the warmest tightest hug ever.

“Yes it was. And it will be the next time and the time after that. Does that answer your question?”

James turned to face his oldest friend and brand new lover.

“You sure?”

Quinn gave James a sleepy smile. “You worry too much. C’mere. It’s like four in the morning. We should go to sleep.”

“You woke me up!”

“Yeah, and you hated it, didn’t you?”

“Totally.”

“Quinn?”

Quinn chuckled softly. “That doesn’t sound like going to sleep.”

“What did I do—earlier on the couch, I mean?”

“You said my name when you were sleeping, and then you kind of arched your back and moaned. It was the way you said it, like I was giving you pleasure. I wanted to be in that dream with you so bad.”

“Are you really that afraid of storms?” Come to think of it, he didn’t remember Quinn freaking out that much ever before.

“No.” Quinn’s grin was pure magic.

“Didn’t think so.”

Quinn pulled James as close as they could get, legs carefully twined to avoid hitting James’ sore foot, faces nestled close together on one pillow. James couldn't help doing a silent little happy dance in his head.

Merry Christmas to me, he thought. Merry Christmas to me.

THE END

Copyright ©2010 M.J. O’Shea

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Unintended

Blood Moon

Things I'll Never Say

Hunter's Moon

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THICK AS THIEVES by Brian Jackson

Dear Santa,

I would very much appreciate it if you could stuff my stocking with these two cuties. (Then I can stuff their stockings. ;)) One is never too old to receive a Christmas present, and a tale about these two wonders would be just magnificent. And what better way to warm up during the winter than with a steaming poolside tale?

{PHOTO INSERT:  Two young men, standing on the bottom step of a private swimming pool with the water mid-thigh deep. They are holding each other and kissing sensuously.}

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Charlie Berkus had loved Anthony Tolbert for what seemed like an eternity. In reality, it had only been since he’d first laid eyes on him in the fifth grade, standing in line on the playground waiting for class. Anthony had just moved to the town of Cedar Falls and being the same age as Charlie they shared a classroom. Charlie yearned to see more of Anthony in class that day but was seated in the front row. So, he didn’t get his next eyeful until they actually met at lunchtime.

As usual, Charlie was sitting alone at a table in the far corner of the cafeteria. He nearly jumped out of his skin when Anthony, confident as all get out, plopped his tray down on the table and took the seat opposite him.

“Mind if I share?” he asked out of formality.

Charlie looked to Anthony, mouth open and full with a fresh bite of Mac and Cheese, and gawked uncomprehendingly. The face that looked back was achingly sublime. Anthony’s full, red lips curled up at the corners in a smile that somehow managed to encompass his eyes. He had hazel eyes with long, black lashes. His thick, dark hair was cropped short but still managed to look mussed. If Charlie had been asked to describe Anthony’s face with a single word he probably would have chosen ‘sweet’. But the face also included a spark of confidence and mischief – two things that Charlie lacked in abundance.

“My name is Anthony.” Always Anthony, never Tony – no one ever made that mistake twice. “What’s yours?”

“Charlie.”

Anthony did most of the talking that day at lunch which suited Charlie fine since he wasn’t much of a talker. He did the same the next day. And Anthony always managed to be around to stick up for Charlie, so soon the bullying stopped. Charlie was almost as grateful for his defense as he was for the arm occasionally thrown over his shoulders in friendship.

When in class, Charlie got in trouble for constantly turning in his seat trying to get Anthony’s attention. Still, his grades remained high so his parents ignored the call from his teacher regarding his unruly classroom behavior. Anthony would sometimes catch Charlie looking at him and make a face in return causing both of them to laugh, which in turn caused Mrs. Graves to lose her temper and scold them both.

In short, Anthony and Charlie hit it off from the start. It wasn’t until weeks later that Charlie dared to wonder if he’d actually found a friend. Charlie invited Anthony over to his house and they soon became inseparable. Charlie’s mom would say that the two of them were thick as thieves which pleased Charlie to no end.

Of course, Anthony’s easy charm attracted others to their lunch table and soon it was full; but Charlie always remembered that he had been first. So did Anthony. It wasn’t until months later that Charlie dared to admit to others that Anthony was his best friend, but still he had a hard time admitting to himself that he was in love. That didn’t come until later – much later.

Unlike Charlie, Anthony was good at athletics. So, as Charlie’s best friend, he always tried to include him in the wide variety of sports at which he excelled. Anthony always picked Charlie first, even though he was the worst, which balanced the teams since Anthony was always the best. And yet they usually won which made Charlie uncharacteristically proud.

In contrast, Charlie was good at scholastics. In fact he often tutored Anthony who needed help in all subjects and even did his homework for him more often than not. For this reason, Anthony received passable grades which kept his parents out of his hair and allowed him to continue to excel at sports which he loved more than life itself. What Charlie got out of their studies was the lingering memory of lying on his bed side-by-side with Anthony, pressed close together at the hip and sharing a textbook, and occasionally having a tickle fight when Anthony got a study question wrong. Arousing feelings that he did not yet understand, Charlie feared that these feelings were to be the only thing the two of them would never share.

As the years passed, Charlie and Anthony only managed to become closer. They ate, played, and studied together. They went through Cub Scouts and Boy Scouts together. While Anthony played on the varsity football team, Charlie played in the band. They even dated together, something which Charlie participated in only so that he could double date with his friend. As the years passed, Charlie tried to look more like Anthony, wearing his hair in the same style and dressing the same. He even worked out to match Anthony’s sculpted physique in the hopes that Anthony might notice. Some said they looked like twins. His mom began calling Anthony and him the Bobbsey Twins which Charlie didn’t appreciate as much as being thick as thieves.

One of Charlie’s most vivid memories was of a Boy Scout outing during which he shared a tent for the night with Anthony. While Anthony snored, Charlie rolled close beside him, going so far as to suspend an arm over his friend, but not so far as to allow his arm fall and embrace him. All the time, Charlie’s penis was uncomfortably engorged.

Eventually he rolled away and fell asleep feeling ashamed for the feelings he harbored toward his friend who remained blissfully oblivious amidst his dreams.

Sometime later, Anthony was the focus of Charlie’s first sexual experience. Lying in bed one night thinking of Anthony, Charlie’s penis began to stiffen and eventually became painfully hard. Touching it felt good. Charlie pulled his pajama bottoms down and it felt both naughty and nice to press his bare ass against the cool sheets.

Reaching down he slid his fingers over the front of his penis using the substance that leaked from its end as a lubricant. He noticed that his attentions were feeling better the more he played, yet he stopped periodically to calm himself. All the time he thought of Anthony – Anthony kissing him, Anthony holding him, Anthony taking his pants down.

The next time he reached down he wrapped his fingers hard around his penis and didn’t stop rubbing himself until he felt something strange building inside. Soon it was too late to stop. Without warning, Charlie’s mind exploded. His penis and indeed his entire body proceeded to pulse in body wracking convulsions. His eyes closed and rolled back under his lids as his spine arched in ecstasy. His mouth opened and he expelled a long, languorous groan. When he recovered from this overwhelming reaction to his ministrations, his hand, belly, and top sheet were slick with seamen. He crept from his bed, shaken, and cleaned himself and his sheets with a tissue from his nightstand.

When he climbed back into bed, he fell asleep dreaming of touching Anthony and giving him the very same experience.

Ever since that night, Charlie would lock himself in his bedroom or the bathroom and masturbate to fantasies of Anthony in his arms, Anthony touching him, Anthony kissing him, Anthony, always Anthony. And still, Charlie could not share his secret obsession, now a certainty, that he was in love with his best friend.

Now Charlie was pressed against the counter in his friend’s kitchen watching through the window as Anthony cleaned the pool outside. Anthony had his shirt off even though it was somewhat cool amid the autumn breezes. Steam rose off the water which showed that it was obviously heated. As Anthony moved a net on a long pole around the pool, collecting leaves, his muscles rippled sending corresponding tingles up Charlie’s spine.

Charlie and Anthony were both sixteen and as was more and more frequently the case around his friend, Charlie was aroused. He was making Kool-Aid which he planned to serve in a tall pitcher. To distract himself, he pressed harder against the counter, causing his penis to ache -- because the pain felt good, it felt like what he deserved for having such nasty thoughts. Charlie fantasized about Anthony spanking him for being bad. And still, the more he pressed against the counter, the more aroused he became.

Finally, Anthony had cleaned the pool to his satisfaction and set the net aside. Turning to face the kitchen window, he waved his arms, signaling Charlie to come outside and join him. Adjusting his jeans to accommodate his erection, Charlie set the pitcher and two full glasses on a tray and stepped through the sliding glass doors.

“Come on, slow poke,” Anthony chided, playfully, “let’s go for a swim.”

“But it’s chilly out here,” Charlie protested, placing his tray on the patio table beside the pool, wrapping his arms around himself to show that he was cold, and smiling sheepishly.

“Besides, I didn’t bring a suit.”

“Never mind that -- can’t you see the pool is heated?”

Anthony said, taking a healthy draught of Kool-Aid from one of the glasses.

“Besides, we don’t need suits since it will just be the two of us.”

Charlie froze in disbelief over what he’d just heard. Anthony displayed an adorable pink mustache from the Kool-Aid which was distracting. He was about to protest out of shyness when quick as a wink Anthony was throwing off his shoes and socks in preparation for pulling off his pants and underwear.

Charlie had only ever seen Anthony naked in the showers after gym, and then he had to stop himself from staring and move off on his own to keep from getting a boner. Only now was he able to pause and revel in the scene taking place before him.

Anthony had the strong, lithe body of a swimmer, another activity at which he excelled. His muscles were well toned and his abdomen sectioned into a modest six-pack. His arms were long and lean. As he pulled off his pants and underwear Charlie noticed that this was true of his legs as well. He also noticed that his friend’s ass was tight and well rounded. When he saw Anthony’s cock he almost died – it was circumcised, not too small, and not too large. In fact, Charlie judged it to be just right. Then, while Charlie was still admiring his physique, Anthony flashed his lovely smile and dove headlong into the deep end with nary a splash.

“Come on, what are you waiting for? The water’s fine,” Anthony taunted, splashing in Charlie’s direction after coming up for air.

What else could he do? Charlie began to disrobe. However, when it came to the point of actually being naked in front of Anthony, he chose to keep his boxers on. This did little to hide his erection, which had barely subsided, but did a great deal to mask his embarrassment.

Charlie dove in.

The water that washed over Charlie’s body was warm like that of a bath. Rising for air he found that he’d lost sight of Anthony amid the steam rising off the surface. When he spotted Anthony, trolling toward him out of the fog, face half in and half out of the water -- blowing bubbles, he couldn’t help but giggle with glee.

“What is this I see?” Anthony said, ducking his head to look beneath the waves. “You’re wearing your underwear. Well, we can’t have that.”

Charlie squealed in surprise when Anthony dove forward and grabbed him. Then he felt his ineffectually waterlogged boxers being slipped down his hips. He chose to fight back and was soon locked in a trashing struggle with a crazed beast over the possession of his drawers. As was always the case, Anthony one the contest -- but Charlie didn’t mind. He wasn’t sure but that he might have let Anthony win in the end. Whatever the case, Charlie was joyously happy splashing and wrestling with Anthony in the pool – feeling his body close, running his hands over sleek, wet muscles, feeling Anthony’s penis brush against his body, pressing his own swollen cock against Anthony.

Charlie had no idea how it happened, but suddenly the thrashing stopped. Charlie found himself with his legs round Anthony’s narrow hips, arms over his shoulders, having his buttocks gently cradled by his friend who twirled the two of them round in a slow circle. Their faces were close. Eyes locked. Not a word was spoken but in those few moments’ embrace Charlie managed to express his longing for his friend far more eloquently than he’d ever imagined possible.

They were about to kiss. Charlie knew it, he could feel it the in very air that separated them. He moved his hand to the back of Anthony’s head to pull his face closer. He wetted his lips in nervous anticipation. Then Anthony’s eyes blinked and his eyebrows knitted together in a frown.

“What are you doing? Get off of me,” Anthony said, wedging their bodies apart and pushing Charlie away.

Before Charlie could react, Anthony was splashing away from him toward the stairs to the pool. As he climbed the stairs he seemed ashamed, turning his body away from Charlie.

“Wait, Anthony. Don’t leave me,” Charlie pleaded.

Anthony stopped dead in his tracks. He had never denied Charlie anything and now was to be no exception. Still he did not turn to him until Charlie had walked up the stairs to stand beside him. When he did, Charlie found that Anthony was fully erect himself. Anthony turned his face away. Charlie reached out and turned it back.

Their first kiss was soft, gentle, experimental – barely a kiss at all. Anthony didn’t respond but also didn’t pull away. Their second kiss was more forceful. Anthony parted his lips this time. Charlie noticed that Anthony tasted vaguely of Kool-Aid – that and chlorine. This kiss concluded with Charlie running his tongue playfully over Anthony’s lower lip. Charlie felt Anthony slide his hands down his spine which caused him to shiver -- that and the cool air. He did the same running his hands across Anthony’s luscious, soft skin. They stepped closer. Charlie’s hands didn’t stop moving until they were resting lightly on Anthony’s ass. He stroked the warm, soft curves of Anthony’s buttocks. Anthony reached down and cupped Charlie’s bottom in his hands.

During the next kiss their lips parted more fully. Charlie cocked his head to one side so that he could wholly envelop Anthony’s mouth with his own. Their bodies pressed hard together and Charlie’s cock pushed up Anthony’s belly to rest beside Anthony’s own prick. This kiss was long, deep, and hungry. As their lips parted, Anthony reached a hand between them to grab Charlie’s dick. When he squeezed Charlie gasped. Laying his face against Anthony’s shoulder he nibbled and pecked.