Wishing At Christmas

He paused, loving how his praise made Peter's color deepen and was ready to repeat the all-important question. "So, do you want to?"

Peter was so horny. It was the remnants of the beer, but oh so much more, it was this gorgeous man calmly telling him that he'd guessed he was gay and asking, he supposed, if he wanted to have sex with him. He smiled at Kane and nodded.

Lifting his t-shirt over his head to reveal filled-out pectorals and his own flat, rosy nipples, Kane smiled down at him. Peter's brown eyes went huge. He was now beet red and beginning to sweat. "What are you going to do?"

"I could say that after the past couple of days," Kane said simply as he pulled off his jeans, "and what I've been through lately, I need some stress relief... meaning you, and judging by your friend there..." He pointed to his crotch, "You want me just as much."

He sighed at the hurt in Peter's eyes. "But that isn't the whole reason, Peter. If you want, I'm going to teach you some things I know. There is a lot about you that interests me, and maybe this is moving too fast, but I feel something here-" he laid his hand over his heart- "that I haven't felt in a long time."

That something here was a bit like what Peter had felt for a crush here and there himself, but he was never brave enough to explore it. It might have been lust and being in the right place at the right time. It could be that Kane was on the rebound after how Sal had hurt him. But wrapped inside all of it was a kernel of sweetness and how it felt to be liked for himself where they got the preliminaries out of the way quickly and proceeded on to what they both needed. Maybe a little ass-backwards, but it worked for both of them.

Kane was wearing black bikini briefs that showed everything he had, and his hard-on was threatening to explode through the fabric. Peter could only nod, his eyes staring at Kane's ripped abs and the way his briefs barely contained a huge cock and nice set of balls between his thighs. He didn't see any pubic hair protruding from around the edges of the cotton and wondered if Kane shaved. He'd heard that some did, and the thought of it turned him on even more.

Kane was moving towards him on the bed, and Peter scooted over so he could sit down. "Don't worry about my parents or brother. This house is solid, and pillows are excellent for covering any noise we might make. I've had several boyfriends up here, and nobody ever found out."

Peter smiled. Shit, did MJ have it wrong; a goody-goody Kane was not.

Peter nodded to show he was ready, unable to talk. He didn't utter a word of protest when Kane leaned over him and cupped his face, kissing him gently on the lips. They were soft and warm, and he kissed back. Peter felt a tongue licking the seam of his lips, and he opened his mouth to let it in, following his movements. Their tongues collided and entwined. Kane was sucking at his mouth, taking control and releasing pulses that Peter felt all the way down in his balls. He moaned softly.

"You like that," Kane breathed against his lips. It wasn't a question; he knew he was turning him on. He touched his chest with a warm hand, his fingers brushing against a nipple and tweaking it into hardness. Peter moaned again.

"God, yes." Peter felt like his world was shifting, and he put a hand on Kane's shoulder to steady himself. This was so nice, he was almost afraid it wasn't real. Kane was teasing him and once he got him so horned up he would pull back, laughing at his little joke to send him downstairs to sleep. Or try to sleep; he would have no choice but to jerk off.

Kane lifted one of Peter's hands and put it on his chest. "You can touch me," he said huskily.

Peter ended the kiss to look down at the perfectly round, dark pink areolas and flattened budding nipples. They were exquisite, and Peter suddenly knew he wanted to. His fingers began strumming over one of them in a lazy way, watching it tighten up and get hard. He flicked it with his fingernail, and now it was Kane who was moaning.

For Peter who had never expected the night to end with him in bed with another man, the low, throaty sounds made his emotions go wild. He moved further into the bed and with his other arm drew Kane closer. He couldn't make his hands stay still and he wanted more. Sliding down the pale hair of Kane's arms, corded underneath with muscle, roaming down his back and lightly brushing the fringe of his pits. They were kissing and touching each other in abandonment, acquainting themselves with each other's bodies. Peter's erection was hard as a rock, and he could feel Kane's dick trapped against his side in exact same condition.

Kane pulled Peter down on the sheets so he was lying next to him, and their mouths crashed together, nibbling at lips and sucking their tongues. Desire swirled through both of them, and Kane cupped his ass and drew him flush with his body. Kane had never felt the need to possess another man the way he did with this stranger. Maybe it was the way Peter put so much trust in him and the bright gleam of awe shining from his face. He felt so privileged to be the one teaching Peter how to seek pleasure from another man and how enjoyable it would feel. Peter seemed to be a fast learner and had a gentle touch.

Peter's whole body was shivering in anticipation and if his cock got any harder it was going to fall off. He needed immediate help in relieving the pressure, and he didn't know any other way to communicate except to follow instinct. He picked up Kane's hand and guided it to his groin. "Please," he begged.

Kane looked at Peter's anguished face and cooed sympathetically. "Oh poor baby!" His eyes were full of understanding, and he knew exactly how to take care of this crisis. "Lay down on your back," he commanded.

Peter did as he was told, and Kane gave him one more firm kiss on the mouth before scrambling to his knees. Lightly, he began to kiss and nibble his way down his body. Chin and neck first, his hands fluttering over his shoulders, down his chest so his fingers rested lightly against his navel. His mouth was paying lots of attention to his nipples and they were hardening under his soft lips. Peter felt like he was in flames, and his breaths grew shallow and rapid. Whatever Kane was doing was not helping his erection; it was stoking the fires, and his cock jumped repeatedly in the confines of his boxers. Peter groaned, pressing his fingers firmly against his lips to stifle the sound. He wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer.

Kane grabbed the elastic of his boxers. Peter gratefully lifted his hips so he could work it over his body and pull them down over his feet to toss them across the room. He glanced down at himself to see that his erection had never been bigger in his life. His balls were throbbing painfully, and he found himself groaning again. "Please."

Kane looked down at Peter's raging member and liked the size and shape of it. While not the largest in his experience, his cock was one of the most beautiful he'd ever seen. It was a good six inches and very thick, springing out of dark brown pubic hair that was wiry and neatly trimmed. The shaft itself was dark and firm with darker veins running up and down its length. The tight purple head glistened in the dim light with a large drop of milky precum at the tip. He also had a nice pair of egg-shaped balls that looked full in a slightly fuzzy sac.

But this was no time to waste staring and drooling over him; relieving Peter's discomfort was paramount. Kane dipped his fingers into the pearly glob and used it to lubricate the head and the upper half-inch of the shaft, making it wet and slick. Peter jumped as if touched by an electric current. He whimpered and then whimpered again when Kane brought his finger up to his mouth and tasted his precum, smiling in satisfaction.

Kane placed his other hand at the base, slowly rubbing up and down the shaft. He bent over him, his lips replacing the hand on top as he gently nibbled the head and kissed down the shaft. Peter moaned and threw his arm up to cover his mouth and muffle the sound as Kane opened his mouth to take him inside. One inch, two inches, he let the cock push against the inside of his cheek, careful not to stimulate the sensitive spots too quickly.

Oh damn! This was far better than any masturbation fantasy Peter had had ever had. Gorgeous Kane with his perfect mouth and hand, exquisite, tormenting, working his hard cock in a way he'd never experienced. He thrashed on the bed, groaning continuously with his own mouth buried in one of Kane's pillows to mute his cries. He didn't care how virginal he looked and that he had no idea what he was doing, his hips began bucking on their own, tipping his pelvis to drive his rampant erection into mouth and hand, each thrust bringing him nearer to losing it.

Sucking and licking, Kane bobbed his head and taking more of Peter's cock into his mouth each time. His hand on his meaty shaft rose to meet his mouth and gripped back down in a sliding and relieving rhythm. His other hand carefully lifted his angry, swollen balls and began to gently rub and pump them with his fingers. He heard Peter's ragged breathing quicken, grabbing for each lungful of air with a sigh.

Peter put his hand on the back of Kane's curly head to keep his in place. He was damp with sweat, and the muscles in his thighs and abdomen were twitching. Kane's lips on his responsive cockhead felt so astonishing, his soft tongue massaging the sensitive back of his flange creating little trills of bliss, bringing him ever closer. He could feel fingers lightly pulling on his testicles, teasing them towards an epic release. He knew he was so close, just a few more sucks. Deep down he felt his balls contract as his semen began to boil inside.

"I'm going... to, oh shit... I'm cumming," he gasped urgently to Kane. He deliriously slammed the pillow over his mouth again to stifle his groans as his body jerked spasmodically and his back arched. Shivers raced up and down his spine and his cock exploded into a raging orgasm that spewed semen into Kane's waiting mouth. Over and over, each electric, satisfying pulse made him writhe and moan in a pleasure he'd never felt before.

Kane took all of his release and swallowed each drop, his perfect lips milking him from bottom to top until he was empty and wrung out. He pulled himself around to kiss his lover deeply. Peter realized he was tasting his own essence, but he didn't care. He had never done that before, and it was slightly earthy-salty but not unpleasant.

"That was fantastic," he whispered, stroking Kane's jaw in delight. He was dazed, nearly exhausted by the experience. "Thank you."

Kane laughed softly. "You're welcome." He looked deeply into Peter's tawny brown eyes and, while the ache of an untended erection had disappeared, his curiosity had not. "Do you know how to go down on a man?"

Peter shrugged and blushed, ashamed of his lack of experience. "I've heard some of the boys at school talking about their girlfriends doing it, but I've never had the chance before."

"Good. Then I'll teach you the right way."

Peter, listening to Kane, thought he seemed a lot older than his twenty years. His patience and expertise was beyond amazing. He stared into his aqua eyes bright with need, and Kane's lips were parted, his face flushed with wanting him. He was the most beautiful man Peter had ever seen, and his desire to please him was nearly overpowering. He was eager to learn what to do, wanting to satisfy his and bring his to orgasm as wonderful as his own.

"I'm going to start by telling you something that shouldn't be a secret. Do what feels good to you. If you like it, I probably will. If I don't, I'll let you know. Follow instinct."

Kane took his place at his side, flat on his back, and Peter rolled over toward him. He kissed the older student deeply, tasting his cum again on his lips and tongue. Kane continued to suck on his mouth, tongues tangling and dancing together, and he put his hand behind Peter's head and drew him into his body. He was fondling Peter's nipples again, and damn if he wasn't already recovering and getting hard. It was waking him up, and that seemed to be his purpose.

Peter now knew how to set the mood, and he put all his limited skill into getting Kane aroused. Peter peppered his face with gentle licks and kisses along his hairline and along the edge of his jaw. He nuzzled him behind his ear, nipping at his lobe, his lips caressing his neck and collar bone. It was an incredible turn-on for him also, and he let his hands wander over his body. His shoulders, chest and abs were muscular, but the skin was soft, and the flesh up his sides was supple. He enjoyed playing with his navel and could hear Kane breathing lightly in and out, slightly raspy.

All the while he kept an eye on Kane's cock, still enclosed in his low briefs, and the front of them was spotted with a large, wet circle of precum. He could tell that Kane was bigger than he was, probably seven inches, and thick. He was eager to see him naked, but that would come in a bit.

Knowing Kane would probably enjoy it, Peter lowered his head to his chest and bit lightly on a nipple. The nub shriveled up into a hard pebble. Kane breathed in sharply between his teeth, his body tensing, and Peter smiled against the damp skin. Again he nibbled and began playing with the other nipple, rolling it beneath his fingers. For the next ten minutes he probed with tongue and teeth, and Kane responded with a hoarse moan of pleasure as his nips bloomed in color and sensitivity.

"Yes, that's so good," Kane said in a husky voice, thrashing under his skillful touches. "Damn, Peter, for someone who has never done this before you learn fast." He groaned again. "I need you to suck my cock before I go out of my mind."

Peter flipped himself so that he was lying close, his head level with Kane's hips. He placed his hand on a bare knee and let it leisurely travel, kneading muscles up his leg until he found his thigh. He did the same with the other leg. The massage was one of erotically toying with Kane as he trembled under his caresses. He shifted his touch to his sweaty inner thigh and finally reached over to pull off his briefs. Kane lifted, and his big cock, an angry dark red at the head, sprung free.

Just as he suspected, Kane's entire groin was hair-free. It was an erotic sight, the first cock he'd ever seen outside of his own and what flopped around in the locker rooms in PE when he was in school. The most important thing was this was his cock to play with, and he couldn't wait.

Peter ran his index finger along the shaft from stem to tip, and it came away wet and slick with a large drop of his precum. The dick twitched under his touch, and Kane whimpered, his eyes squeezed shut. Moistening his finger on clear fluid, Peter massaged it into the head, and Kane began to pant.

"You're torturing me, Peter. Please, please, please suck me."

Peter chuckled. He was enjoying himself but he didn't want to take advantage, and besides, he wanted a taste of that divine cock that was almost flat against Kane's belly. Leaning over him, he let his tongue follow the same trail his fingers had taken.

Kane jumped, clenching his jaw in need. "Again," he begged.

A few more licks, and Peter felt confident enough to attempt sucking on Kane's throbbing erection. It fit nicely in his mouth, surprisingly heavy against his tongue, and cautiously he ran the edges of his teeth gently over the spongy head. Kane let out with a deep moan and his whole body twitched. His precum was slippery and addictive, and Peter slurped against the slit to draw out more. His tongue twined around the head and upper inches of the pole like a snake, and that was when Kane began to thrust.

Kane was in paradise. He was positive Peter was telling the truth about being a virgin, but what his mouth was doing to his cock should be ruled illegal. Sucking at the slit, licking around the head and then from top to bottom and the way he gripped the shaft with his warm hand, he could feel his orgasm hovering on the edges waiting to pounce. And then Peter began to fondle his balls, rolling them in his palm, and his mind took flight.

Peter found a rhythm as his mouth dipped up and down on Kane's delicious cock. He loved sucking it. He loved the smooth velvety feel in his mouth, the fever heat of it and the veins that circled the shaft. He enjoyed using his tongue to flutter around the bell-shaped cap and across the back where the circumcision scar was. Mostly he was getting off on how much Kane loved what he was doing. Kane had his head buried beneath a pillow and was groaning nonstop.

Peter allowed Kane to put his hand on top of his head to hold him in place so he could fuck his mouth. Surprisingly, Peter didn't gag when the tip hit the back of his palate, and he soon got his breathing under control too. He remembered hearing that he should relax his throat, and on the next thrust, he felt Kane's cock slide down an inch or two. He swallowed to get more, and Kane squeezed his head.

"Oh, fuck, Peter... fuck. I can't stop... can't... I'm gonna..."

Peter knew Kane was going to spurt, and for a moment he panicked. Just like that, he realized he had no other choice but to swallow, and just in time, he was ready. He felt a quick pulse, and then his mouth was filling with eruptions of Kane's warm cream that he tried to swallow quickly so he wouldn't lose any.

Thrashing beneath his younger lover, Kane couldn't remember ever feeling so... so... adored. His tattered mind screamed 'more', and Peter was giving him more. More sucking and swallowing, more laps of his gifted tongue, more pulling on his balls. He had never cum so hard in his life. His muscles clenched and released and clenched again, his body on overdrive. His lungs didn't have the capacity to draw in more oxygen as he tried to breathe through the pillow, hoarsely shouting Peter's name in rapture.

Kane finally stilled beneath Peter who gazed down, giddy with happiness, at him. Kane's flushed skin glowed and made him look like a sexed-up angel. He could hardly believe he'd just given this beautiful man a blowjob and successfully brought him off. He felt a stab of tenderness for him inside, and after he cleaned him completely up and let go of Kane's softening dick, he scooted back up to lie next to him.

Kane's eyes were sparkling in the dim light. "Don't let anyone tell you that you aren't fantastic," he said to Peter, his eyes slumberous. Those sweet, encouraging words made his lover feel like he was on top of the world.

Softly they kissed, and Kane took Peter in his arms. Both of them were sated and tired and ready for sleep.

"I should probably go downstairs," Peter said sadly. It had been an amazing night for both of them but he wasn't under any delusions about what had happened. As beautiful as his first time was, they were just satisfying each other's needs.

Kane stared at him in confusion, and just like that he knew what was wrong. Peter felt used, maybe not in a dirty way, but as if he was a convenient body nonetheless. And that was not how Kane felt about him. Not at all. This was new, it was too early to call it a commitment, but there was something in Peter worth treasuring. Something he wanted to explore to see if they could give each other what they needed over the long term. He certainly didn't want Peter to go downstairs and sleep on some damn couch, feeling unloved and rejected.

"Stay," he said, ruffling his hair. "Stay with me, please."

Peter looked at Kane and saw that he meant it. He gave him a shy smile and settled back down in the bed. Kane cuddled into him, and they kissed again, more out of joy than passion.

Kane and Peter fell asleep in each other's comforting arms. As Peter dropped off to sleep, he marveled at how a simple situation like not being able to go home for Christmas seemed to have changed the course of his life. It was as if every wish he could possibly think of had come true.