Come Christmas Steve

Come Christmas Steve Chapter 4 Back to School

A Continuation by Hans Schreiber

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My mattress sank, causing my naked body to roll onto my back. "Mmmm, nice," I moaned when Steve pressed his firm, naked body against mine. The best part was the firm, naked penis that was attached to Steve's firm, naked body pressing into my hip. Steve slipped a hand behind my matted, blonde hair and wrapped his other one around my growing dick. "Mmmm, sweet," I said before he pressed his soft lips to mine. "What're you up to?" I asked as we parted for a breath.

Steve smiled and said, "About six inches. What are you up to?"

"Five and growing, I think."

"Perfect. This is our last chance for this, so I thought we better take the opportunity."

My smile faded over that comment. "Wait. What do you mean by our last chance?"

"Before we have to leave on the bus today to go back to school," Steve answered quizzically, implying it should have been obvious.

"So are you saying we won't keep this going back at school?" I worried.

He chuckled and shook his head in wonderment. "No. You are so insecure. I meant while we're here in the bunkhouse together." Then after a momentary pause, he added, "Unless you refuse me."

I smiled again. "Not likely. I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm kind of like the wild dog that got a taste for chicken blood. The only way to keep me out of the chicken coop is to shoot me."

"Is that right?" Steve asked. "Well in that case, roll over and I'll stick my gun barrel up your sweet ass and shoot off a few rounds."

"Yes sir." I rolled over and positioned a pillow under my groin to lift my hips for better access to my ass. I was quivering with excited anticipation. Since Christmas Eve, we'd engaged in incredible sex at least once every day. Now it was the 29th and time to head back to Montana State on a grueling bus ride. I was out of my mind with joy over the way things turned out with my college roomie when he came home with me. It was the best Christmas ever making love with my Christmas Steve. I reached down and gripped 'Little Shaney' to stimulate him while Steve plowed my back forty.

Steve finished slipping the condom over his rock hard dick and slipped between my legs. He slithered downward and spread my cheeks. He held me open and gazed at my quivering pucker. To my amazement, he used the sheet to wipe me down back there and then lubed me up. Before closing my cheeks, he leaned in and took in a deep breath and held it a minute. Then he licked all around my steaming hot hole and ran the tip of his tongue up the crack of my ass. Slowly, he started to tongue fuck me. I was shivering from the cold air as well as the excitement of what was happening. "Oh my god, Steve. That's so awesome," I cried out. His nose was pressed firmly against my tailbone as he forced his extraordinarily long tongue past my ring. After tongue fucking me for a while, he sucked each of my balls, one after the other into his mouth and nibbled ever so slightly on them. I was gripping my dick and squirming with pleasure.

Finally, he licked his way up my spine and nibbled on my neck. His dick pressed into my ass crack. "Fuck me, Steve. Give it to me good," I begged.

Steve pulled the sheet and blanket up over us to shield against the bitter nip of the cold mountain air in the bunkhouse. He bit the side of my neck right at the collar bone and pressed his tip to my hole. "Relax, Shane. Let me in."

I held my breath and pushed while his rigid shaft slipped past the sentry post and glided all the way in with one fluid motion. "Hell, yes!!!" We lay there for a bit just enjoying being joined together. He kept nibbling on my neck while he held his dick firmly planted up my ass. My dick was as hard as it was capable of becoming. The pressure on my prostate and whatever organs were in the way up there drove me crazy with lust. I loved being filled with Steve's dick. I enjoyed the sensuality of it as much as the physical stimulation. I felt, for the first time in my life, like I was completely acceptable and desirable to someone. Steve was so accepting and so encouraging over everything. I never felt like I didn't measure up around him.

"Ohhhhhh," he moaned as he forced himself ever so much deeper within me. He was pressing into my soft ass cheeks and forcing me deeper into the mattress and pillow. This was his pattern. He would go all the way in and hold it for a while, nibbling and caressing me, then he'd push in as hard as he could before starting the fucking. So I knew it was coming when he cut loose and began humping. Slowly at first, making short strokes that awakened a deep inner desire I'd never known before we started having sex together. It was nothing like the experience with the brush handle I'd used as a boy to stimulate me up there. It was beyond my ability to describe the amount of pleasure I felt as this wonderful guy filled my body.

"Go for it, Steve. Let me have it. Don't hold back. I'm desperate for a good fucking."

"Oh yeah! Sweet!" he exclaimed as he unleashed a frenzied ass pounding that left us both gasping for breath. He was humping and thrusting in wild abandon as we both got lost in the crazed intensity of it all. I was crying out with each inward thrust as he pounded me in staccato motion. He was whimpering ever louder with the building pleasure. His voice raised a full octave when he neared his orgasm. I was clenching 'Little Shaney' and letting the earth shaking, mountain moving, animalistic humping force my hand up and down the shaft of my red hot dick.

At last, he shoved himself deep within me and held it, emitting a loud groan. He dropped his weight on me and bit my neck again as the shudders and body quakes racked his whole frame. He pushed as hard as he could against my ass cheeks and then quickly pulled partially out only to slam himself back in as deeply as possible for a second and a third and a fourth shot. After that, he went limp from head to toe except for his raging stiff penis that remained stone hard and firmly planted within my ass.

I was awkwardly trying to finish myself off while I was still on the high of being filled by this hunk of hot man flesh. It was nearly impossible to keep jerking my dick with his weight on me. Without removing his dick from the clutches of my ass, he rolled us onto our sides and pulled my hand free of my oozing dick. He took over and began jerking me off while making short humping actions with his still hard dick. All I could do was close my eyes and moan in ecstasy. It took no time at all to rapidly jerk me off to an explosive finale. Fireworks burst behind my closed eyelids and I watched the colorful stars explode and spread across my vision. The familiar rush of a powerful orgasm tingled from my head to my curled up toes. After I spilled my load onto the bed sheets, pillow and Steve's hand, he let go of my dribbling dick and fondled my balls while he nibbled on my earlobes. I just lay there powerless, making little grunts like a baby pig. Slowly, his dick withered and I expelled the softened mass with a small plopping sound causing us both to giggle a little. I was exhausted. We were both sweating. I rolled over and we embraced. "That was fucking awesome," I said, engaging him in an afterglow make-out session.

"Yeah," he mumbled between kisses, "it was fucking awesome, and an awesome fucking. You have one sweet ass, farm boy." I knew he liked being the top after all the times he'd been required to be the bottom in the boy's home he grew up in. I didn't mind. I liked him inside me. I loved having him want me and desire me and accept me enough to want to take me that way. This sudden change in our relationship had caught me completely off guard, but I was adapting well.

"Guess we should get dressed and go help with chores," I suggested.

"I suppose," he agreed.

Neither of us wanted to leave the warmth of the heavy blanket and patchwork quilt nor the abandon the blissful joy of lying naked together in the afterglow of really good sex. Still, it was unfair to stick Billy with all the chores. My other brothers, Tom and Karl had already left to get back to college and work. Reluctantly, we threw off the warm quilt and scurried about to dress in the chilly, pre-dawn air. We bundled up good, standing as close to the little inadequate space heater as possible and then headed out after disposing of the evidence of our sexual activities as best we could.

As we left the bunkhouse, we were greeted with a stiff winter breeze. It seemed to cut right through our layers of clothing and penetrate clear to the bone. Steve said, "I'll clear the driveway." He'd done that every day since I'd taught him how to drive the tractor. I was happy to let him as I entered the barn to help with the morning milking. I was glad to get out of the wind. The smell of the animals filled my senses and I was taken back to my childhood memories of growing up on the farm. Billy startled me, "You come to help or just spectate?"

"What? Oh yeah. Sorry." I jumped in and started suctioning the milking tubes onto Mary Bell's swollen udders. "How was your time with Jaime?" I asked making conversation with my little brother.

"Great. You need a girlfriend, dude. Sex is amazing."

"Yeah, it definitely is," I mused almost dreamily.

"How long's it been since you got some? I don't understand why you haven't been dating much down there at State."

"It's complicated. But I think when I get back, I will be getting more action," I said.

"Sweet. You got your eye on a couple hot nursing students?"

"No. You're really hung up on nursing students, aren't you?"

"Not really. It just sounds hot doing it with a nurse. I bet there are all kinds of hot bitches on campus. I can't wait to get out of high school and head off to State," Billy said. "It looks like I'll be getting a scholarship with them. They're recruiting me pretty hard."

"I'm kinda thinking of becoming a nurse. I took an anatomy course and did pretty good on it and liked it. Plus, it would be cool to have a job where you help people," I said.

"But you're a guy."

"So. Guys can be nurses."

"Weird. Well if you do, think how fun it'll be to play doctor with all your classmates. I'll hook you up with my leftovers when I come next year. You seriously need to start using that dick of yours before it falls off. Like they say, use it or lose it."

I snorted. "I don't think that saying is referring to penises."

"Whatever. You know you need some. Sex is the best thing ever. I'll be getting plenty down there at State, being on the football team and all."

"I'm sure. Plus there's all your good looks and charm."

"Right. You got it." He smiled.

Earlier, that would have upset me that Billy would be going to State. However, since having a little fit on Christmas Eve and unloading years of resentment over being the overlooked middle child, I barely bristled at the idea of Billy following me once again and showing me up with a scholarship and being a popular stud on campus. Steve had helped me see how lucky I was to have the family that I have. He also helped me realize that I don't need to compete with my brothers. I just need to be myself and do things that make me proud of myself. He'd helped me see things in a whole new perspective.

"That's cool. Any other schools looking at you?" I asked hopeful.

"Some, sure. But I like State the best. How bitchin' would it be for you, me and Steve to get an apartment together and get out of the dorms?"

"Yeah, bitchin'," I lied. That was the last thing I wanted was for Billy to share an apartment with Steve and me now that we were fuck buddies. I chuckled to myself and shook my head in amusement at the thought.

We finished up the milking, fed the animals and waved Steve back in. He was plowing every square inch he could find so he could keep on driving the tractor. Reluctantly, he parked the tractor and walked into the house with us. We unbundled in the mud room and Steve stripped down completely to use the mud room shower. I noticed that Billy fumbled with clearing every bit of snow from the tread of his boots for no good reason other than to stall long enough to get a good look at Steve's dick. Steve wasn't shy about it and really paid no attention to the fact that Billy was checking him out. I was pretty sure it was just curiosity since Billy was straighter than a laser beam. I smiled inwardly as Billy's subtle expression gave him away that he was impressed by what he saw.

I went upstairs and retrieved Steve's and my own change of clothes along with clean boxers we'd laid out the night before as we packed up our suitcases. I walked back down to the mud room anxious for my turn in the warm shower. When I got there, I rapped on the shower door and said, "Don't you dare use all the hot water."

Steve laughed mischievously. I had just stripped to my boxers when he shut the water off and stepped out onto the plush brown rug to dry off and let me take a turn. I dropped my boxers and stepped toward the shower. As I passed, Steve reached out and pulled me into him. He gave me a hug and squeezed my ass. Our limp dicks pressed against each other. I leaned in and he met me halfway for a brief kiss. We smiled at each other and I stepped into the shower. I heard the door shut as he left the mud room. I started washing my hair and was letting the hot water stream over my naked body while relishing what had just happened. Pulling me into his naked body was a simple gesture. It wasn't lustful or sexual, it was a small, tender communication of love? I wondered. Maybe it was just appreciation. Whatever it was, it was nice and I was thrilled over it. I worried that I might be making too much out of something so small, but I couldn't help but think it communicated something good - something really good.

When I got out and dressed, I came out just as mom was putting the buttermilk biscuits and sausage gravy on the table for breakfast. "I thought you'd need something to stick to your ribs while you were traveling today," she said.

Steve poured himself a big glass of 2% milk that Mom purchased especially for him at the market since he wasn't able to choke down the milk we drank fresh from the cows. The family all marveled for one last time at the amount of food Steve could pack away. Mom loved it. He was his usual complimentary self, gushing over how wonderful everything tasted and she was beaming.

When I finished, I got up and kissed Mom on the cheek and thanked her for breakfast and for everything. I asked her to tell Dad I loved him and thank him too. I still felt like a bit of an ass over how I'd overreacted when he started lecturing me on Christmas Eve. "I'll go out and clean up the bunkhouse. Let Dad know we appreciate him setting us up out there. It was great having our own space."

"Ummph," Steve mumbled with his mouth full and holding a finger up. He swallowed and then said, "I already cleaned up the bunk house and stripped the sheets while you were showering. They're in the washing machine now. And let Mr. Steele know the bunkhouse idea was appreciated from me too." I just shook my head in amazement at Steve. He was always so thoughtful and ahead of me on things.

"We might as well head out then. I got some stuff to do today after I drop these guys off," Billy said. I wondered if he had a trip to Jaime's for some early afternoon sex planned. His voice had that kind of urgent excitement in it. I wondered what Billy would think of me if he knew I'd been having sex in the bunkhouse with Steve. For that matter, what would any of my family think? Gay sex wasn't anything our family really dealt with. I had no idea about anyone's opinion on the subject simply because it was never discussed. I wasn't aware of anyone in the family who was gay and I really didn't know any others in school or town who were. I guess there were some in high school that I would maybe suspect but none I'd really be sure about. We didn't have any gay alliance clubs or anyone wearing rainbow clothes. I never really heard any of my family say anything derogatory about gays, but that may be only because it was just never a topic of conversation. Well, Billy would sometimes say something he didn't like or agree with was gay, but only because it was the current slang at school. We would have been as likely to discuss the sex habits of Eskimos as would be to discuss gay sex. As for myself, I knew I was unusually fascinated with guys more than girls from as long as I could remember. I knew it was odd, I suppose, but never went beyond that in considering it. There were some jokes and derogatory references to gays in high school sometimes, but not all that much. I obviously knew about gays and the basics of gay sex, but I resisted the idea that I might actually be like that. I got down on myself for my gay thoughts, but I got down on myself for lots of things. I'd convinced myself that I was just exceptionally shy around girls and that I'd get over it. During my freshman year in college, I'd grown more and more aware of my obsession with my own gender and really struggled with it. Now that I'd started having gay sex with Steve, I was absolutely certain that was my orientation. What I would do with that knowledge still had to be figured out - someday, but not today.

Steve was absorbed in taking in his last look at the beautiful countryside. "So Billy, what big plans have you got after you unload us at the bus station? It wouldn't involve a visit to Jaime's place would it?"

"No. She's fucking my friend right now. I'm bumping fuzzies with a cheerleader named Cathy. Today's gonna be extra special."

"How's that?" I asked.

Billy glanced over at Steve who was staring out the window and paying us no real attention. "Okay, don't get weirded out by this, but she's finally agreed to let me do her up the butt." Then he grinned ear to ear. "I've always wanted to try it and I been working on her for months to get her talked into it. Freaky, huh?"

That got Steve's attention as well as mine. Steve turned and leaned forward to look past me at Billy. "She's okay with this?" Steve asked.

"Not at first, but I persuaded her," Billy bragged, emphasizing the persuaded part.

"But she'd rather not do it?" Steve asked again.

"Probably, but I'm not forcing her if that's what you're thinking. She agreed to let me do it."

"But you kind of pressured her into it? Gave her an ultimatum of some kind like that if she didn't do it, you'd drop her and go back to fucking that Jaime slut? Do you love her?" Steve asked.

"Damn man, lighten up." Billy was getting annoyed.

"Just asking," Steve said turning back toward the scenery out the side window. "So, do you love her?"

"I don't know. No, not really. I like her a lot. I definitely don't wanna marry her if that's how you mean. She's just another fun high school girl to fuck."

"Do you think she loves you? Sounds like she might if she's willing to do something she doesn't really want just to please you." That comment really hit me. I wondered if Steve was doing the sex thing with me because he really liked me but he wasn't really into it for himself. Maybe he was just doing it for me. Maybe he wasn't gay and maybe he was just desperate to keep me as a friend since he didn't really have any others. I remembered back on campus after I'd invited him to come home with me how pleased he was that I'd called him a friend. My gut started churning.

"I don't know. We're not like that. We just hang out and go places together and fuck now and then. That's what high school's about, dude. You should know that, you were there." Billy scowled a bit.

"So why do you want to try it, anyway? You curious to see what it feels like to be gay?"

"Fuck no! It's not like that. I just want to try something different. So I can say I've done it, you know? She's finally agreed to let me try it and I want to. That's all. Just one time to see how it feels. I get to do all three inputs, mouth first, cunt second and ass last. That's the agreement. I hope she doesn't chicken out on me."

"That's interesting," Steve said again. "Sure you're not just a little curious about the gay part of it? Would you let a guy do you up the butt if he was willing to? Just once to see how it feels?"

"Hell no! No way. That's a one way exit."

I couldn't believe Steve was pursuing this so hard. I didn't think it was a good idea considering what we'd been doing together. I was hopeful he wouldn't say something that might clue Billy in. But he kept going. "If your cheerleader friend turns you down, would you be curious enough to butt fuck a guy instead if he was willing to let you?"

Now I was really squirming. I wondered where he was going with this? I knew he was a champion of the underdog and all, so I thought it would be just like him to offer his own ass to save the cheerleader. Before Billy could answer, Steve added, "Think about that and be totally honest. Would you fuck a guy in the ass if he didn't expect to do yours afterwards and you knew he'd keep quiet about it, just to see how it feels?" Steve stared hard at Billy in anticipation of the answer.

Billy did think about it. I could see he was. Then he turned to look Steve in the eye. "Yeah. I probably would if I didn't have to let him do me. Why not?" I was shocked by his honest, blunt answer.

"So you're thinking that if you do the fucking, it's not gay, but if you get fucked then that makes you gay. Is that it?"

"Well. Kind of, I guess."

Steve smiled. "Huh. Interesting. What about kissing? Would it be gay to kiss a guy?"

"Yeah. Gross."

"Well if you're going through with this butt fucking your girlfriend, do you have any idea how to go about it properly? So you don't injure her? An ass isn't like a vagina you know. They don't get wet and if you're dick is very big, you'll tear her up down there." Steve stared at him again. He was giving him a stern look. "So, do you know what the fuck to do so you don't hurt her?"

"You mean like lube my dick up first?"

"That, yes, but more than just that. You need to lube her ass also and not just on the outside. You need to stick your finger up inside her ass first and spread lots of lube all around in there. Then spread her open a bit with one finger and then two and then three. When you do finally put your dick in, go slow. Especially if you're very big. Stop when you first put it in and let her relax a bit before going any further. Just put maybe an inch in at a time and once you're all the way in, hold it there for a while until she gets used to it before you start humping. Otherwise, you'll hurt her. Bad." Steve continued staring at Billy.

Billy looked back. He seemed both enlightened and yet still puzzled. I remembered how gentle and careful Steve had been on my first few times. The more we did it, the more I learned to relax and began to enjoy getting pounded by him.

"That makes sense, I guess." Billy agreed. "How do you know all this? Are you gay or something?"

There it was, the jackpot question for Final Jeopardy. I held my breath anticipating Steve's answer. Steve was very private, but he was also very honest. I had no idea how he would answer and depending on how it went, we could end up being outed to my family way before I planned on it.

"Or something," Steve answered flatly. "When I was a boy, some older boys did it to me. The first one was a bad experience. So, if you really want to try it just once, and you know your cheerleader friend really doesn't want to do it, but you're coercing her into it or guilting her into it or whatever, then you can do it to me instead of her. I'm experienced and to be honest, you'll probably have a better experience with me than you will with her. We're early enough and there's a cheap motel across from the bus station." He paused and stared over at Billy who just stared forward clenching the steering wheel. Steve repeated his offer. "I'm serious. I've already had it done before so it won't freak me out and I know how to do it so you enjoy it without hurting anyone. So what do you say? Will you try it out on me instead of abusing her? There's nothing gay about it. It's just to let you experience it and get it off your checklist."

I didn't know how I felt about that. I wasn't really keen on Steve and Billy fucking together. I thought I should have a say, but there was no possible way for me to speak up without Billy knowing about me and Steve. I scowled at Steve but he didn't react to it. He just remained completely composed and looked expectantly at Billy. I was so not okay with this. I didn't feel all that sorry for the cheer bitch that was willing to let Billy have his way with her. Why was it up to Steve to rescue her? He didn't even know her.

"Hey, way I see it, if she said it was okay, then she's a willing participant. It's not like Billy's raping her. Right Billy?" I interjected.

"Of course not. I'd never do that. But ..." he bit his lip. "I really did pressure her into it. You'd really let me fuck you just to save her from something she doesn't want to do? Even though she said she's willing?"

"I'd rather not. I'd get no pleasure from it. But yes, I'd definitely let you do it to protect her from being hurt. I'll even pay for the hotel bill if you absolutely need to have the experience. And I promise you'll get more pleasure out of it with me as a willing and experienced participant, than you will out of her as a reluctant and virgin asshole. Unless you get some kind of sick pleasure from hurting her." Then he corrected himself, "I didn't mean she's an asshole, I meant her ASS HOLE. The hole part." That made me laugh and that made Billy laugh and that made Steve laugh, breaking the tension.

When we stopped laughing, Billy looked over at Steve and said, "You're an amazing fucker, dude. Thanks for the offer, but I think I'll pass - on both of you. I'll tell her I know she doesn't really want to do it and so she doesn't have to. Unless she's changed her mind and really does want to try it for herself, I'll pass on it. Thanks for making me see how selfish I was being. I'm not all that curious, I guess."

"Good. You're a good young man. You have a lot going on so don't fuck it up for short term pleasures. Don't ever hurt or offend others for self gratification, even if they're willing victims. That darkens your soul. I've seen it happen."

Billy didn't answer, he just nodded with his entire upper body. His eyes were moist but no tears fell. He got it. I was so proud of Steve and of Billy, I wanted to bear hug them both and kiss Steve. I couldn't of course, but damn, I wanted to.

We talked about sports and New Year's Eve plans for the rest of the trip. When we arrived, Billy got out and bid us farewell in the bus station parking lot. We both hugged Billy and as we started walking away, Steve stopped and called to Billy, "Hey, Billy! Last chance." He wiggled his butt at him and leered, flicking his eyebrows. Billy cracked up and flipped him off. We parted laughing our asses off.

We chatted about our time together during Christmas break and it was wonderful reminiscing together. I was so glad I'd invited him. It was amazing how we'd gone from friends to whatever we were. Friends with benefits at the very least and I was hopeful it was so much more. The bus came and we climbed on then headed to the rear but not too close to the toilet. Steve refused to check his guitar and instead strapped it into a seat of its own. That pleased me but made me chuckle. He asked permission to play it softly along the way and the driver said as long as he kept it soft and no one complained, that he could. He lit up. He loved it and he was getting better and better every day.

We had a good amount of privacy in the back. The closest other rider was five or six rows ahead of us. We sat in the same row but left the middle seat vacant to give us room to stretch but still be able to talk easily and privately. "Were you really willing to let Billy fuck you?" I asked.

He looked at me and smiled. "Yes. If it came to that. I didn't think it would. He just needed some perspective. Does that bother you?"

"Kind of."

"Because you're jealous or because it's your brother?" Then he said, "Be honest."

"Both. Thinking about it weirds me out, I'm not gonna lie. I was sweating it out back there. I kept thinking you were gonna say something to out us and then when Billy asked if you were gay, I about died."

"Yeah, I could tell. That was quite the ugly face you made at me."

"Well, shit. I couldn't believe you were saying that stuff. You really made him think about what he was doing though. I was so proud of both of you at the end. You should be a shrink."

"Yeah. Maybe."

"Would you let Billy fuck you to save her?"

"Billy? Fuck me? My own brother?"

"Yeah? So? For a good cause."

"NO!!" Then I added, "Ewww!"

Steve chuckled. "Just wondering. I don't have a brother, so I don't know how that whole creepiness factor goes."

Our conversation lagged at that point and I was left pondering whether to ask him if I was just a mercy fuck to him or if it had deeper meaning for him like it did for me. But that was too blatant and would put him in an awkward spot. His answer wouldn't be reliable anyway just because of the awkward nature of it. I let it go. I just worried to myself.

"I've been thinking about New Years Eve. Want to hear a song I've been practicing about it?" Steve asked.

"You have a song about New Year's Eve?"

"Yeah. Wanna hear it? I adapted it."

"Nah. I need some rest."

"Oh." He seemed crestfallen. "Okay. Maybe later."

"Yeah, later. Like however long it takes you to get your guitar out." I grinned.

He smiled and then gave me a little shove. "Fucker. I'll get even."

"That's you, not me. I'm the Fuckee not the Fucker."

He pulled his guitar I'd re-gifted from the case and started playing some simple chords. It was a song I'd heard on the Christmas radio station. He'd adapted some of the lyrics.

Maybe it's much too early in the game Ah, but I thought I'd ask you just the same What are you doing with New Year's New Year's Steve?

Wonder whose penis you'll hold good and tight When it's exactly twelve o'clock that night Welcoming in the New Year New Year's Steve

Maybe I'm crazy to suppose I'd ever be the one you chose Out of the thousand invitations You receive

Ah, but in case I stand one little chance Here comes the jackpot question in advance What are you doing with New Year's New Year's Steve?

He strummed a final chord and smiled big. I was laughing my ass off.

"You crack me up, dude. Seriously, that was hilarious. And it was pretty good on the guitar too."

"I had your mom help me with it." Then he quickly added, "The guitar part, not the lyrics."

I laughed even harder at that. "I hope so. Oh my god. Too funny."

"So, seriously, I'd really like to go out together on New Year's Eve and do something." Then he blurted out quickly in his way, "If you want to, of course. I mean if you already have other plans, I don't want to butt in."

I smiled. "I'd love to go out. I'm surprised, though. You never want to go out. I thought you'd be working on some triple credit assignment that night. Oh, and as for butting in, feel free to butt in on me any time. When it comes to butting in, my butt's all yours."

He chuckled. "Yeah, I've noticed that. You're probably horny right now."

"Actually, I was thinking about after it gets dark. We can cuddle up back here under a blanket and swap blow jobs." I flicked my eyebrows and licked my lips. "What d'ya think?"

"I think you're the horniest guy on the planet."

"Like I told you. I'm like the dog that got a taste for chicken blood. The only way to keep me out of the hen house is to shoot me."

"More like the horny house instead of the hen house, and I've noticed, you seem to be mostly interested in roosters instead of hens."

I wasn't sure how to interpret that comment. Was he suggesting I was gay and he wasn't? Was he saying that he was just helping out a horny friend and that it had no more meaning to him than letting Billy fuck him would have had. God, I was driving myself crazy.

"What have you got in mind for New Year's, Steve?" I asked.

"Nothing definite. Whatever we can find to do. I don't really even care if it's just you and me as long as we go do something. I don't want to just be sitting home on New Year's like some kind of loser. I've realized I need to break out a little more and stop being so reclusive. This time at the ranch has been the best time I've had in a long, long time."

"Okay. Well, let's both keep a lookout for something going on. I definitely like the idea of you holding my penis good and tight at midnight. For sure we have to work that into the plan." He grinned knowingly.

I got my smartphone out and started searching for something to do. Steve began softly strumming his guitar and working on his chords. We stopped for lunch and we both ate kind of light. The biscuits were still hanging around from breakfast. We joined in small talk with a young mother and two cute boys while we ate. The boys needed to use the bathroom but refused to go into the women's bathroom with their mom. They were old enough that they really should be using the boys room so I couldn't blame them. Trying to be nice, I offered for Steve and me to accompany them to make sure they were safe since the mom wasn't comfortable letting them go alone in such a dive, roadside joint. The food was great but the crowd was a little rough.

"No. No," Steve objected. "I can't do that. You can." There was an immediate and real sense of stress in his tone. I looked at him odd and wondered why someone so willing to serve others and especially strangers would object to such a simple act of kindness. I could see the mother was taken back by it as well.

I shrugged it off and asked, "That okay if I just take them then?"

"Sure. Boys, go with Shane here and make sure you try to go potty even if you don't think you need to so you don't have to go in that nasty bus bathroom. And wash your hands." Turning to me she asked, "Will you make sure that Zach washes his hands after?"

"Of course. C'mon boys, let's go." The two of them trailed after me and Steve excused himself to go make a phone call. I knew he just wanted to get away from the uncomfortable situation because he didn't own a cell phone. I couldn't figure him out sometimes.

After I returned the boys to their mom, I went out to find Steve already on the bus strumming his guitar with his ears plugged with his iPod ear buds. He'd downloaded the guitar training lessons that I gave him for Christmas onto his iPod. I asked him what was wrong and he acted as though I hadn't even asked him a question. Instead of answering me, he pulled out one earphone and asked me, "How much longer we got on the bus?"

I knew that was his way of telling me that was a closed subject just like when I used to ask about his family situation before I found out he'd been abandoned as an infant and grew up in a state run boy's home. "About five hours still, I think." We fell into silence. I plugged in my earphones and chilled to classical music while I read the book of poetry by Robert Frost that Steve had given me for Christmas. He was determined, it seemed, to civilize me.

There was one poem titled, Revelation, that made me ponder our relationship and my acceptance of being gay but unwilling to verbalize it.

We make ourselves a place apart Behind light words that tease and flout, But oh, the agitated heart Till someone really find us out.

'Tis pity if the case require (Or so we say) that in the end We speak the literal to inspire The understanding of a friend.

But so with all, from babes that play At hide and seek to God afar So all who hide too well away Must speak and tell us where they are.

After it got too dark to read without the overhead lights on, I put the book back in my bag and pulled out the other things Steve had given me. I stood and opened an overhead compartment to retrieve a couple of the thin flannel blankets and small pillows provided. Since the bus was still mostly empty and we still had the back mostly to ourselves, I got some extras out. Steve was packing up his guitar and I waited so I could strap it into a seat across the aisle from us for him. He took a couple blankets and pillows from me and attempted to get comfortable pressing himself against the side of the bus. I slid into the middle seat and shared the snacks from my bag that Mom had made for our trip. Then I snuggled up against him and draped my blankets over us both as best I could. There was no way to get really comfortable on the bus, but just being next to his warm body was pleasant.

Once we were settled in, I just lay still and enjoyed the closeness. After a while, my naughty nature kicked in and I started slowly rubbing my hand over his arm down to the fingers and back up to the elbow - slow and soft. He purred in a mellow, appreciative tone. I took that as permission and slid off his fingers over to his crotch until I located the bulge of his dick in his jeans. I traced my fingers across it, eliciting another soft moan. Once I had him straining inside his jeans and most likely seeping a bit, I rubbed a little more forcefully causing him to squirm. I smiled when he did and kept it up until his bulge expanded and was straining against the restrictive blue jeans. He was putty in my hands. I tugged his shirt tail up and slid my hand inside to rub his belly and chest and tug gently at the small hairs leading up to his naval. I could tell he was feeling the need as much as I was.

"I was looking on my phone earlier and I found out there's a place just outside of Butte where the elevation is exactly 5200 feet. So I got this wild idea," I whispered.

"Oh no," he groaned. "What?"

"After we leave the Butte bus station, when everyone settles back down in their seats, and if no one sits back here by us, I want to go in the bathroom together so we can join the mile high club."

"Wait. You mean do it in the bathroom on the bus? Are you crazy?"

"No, it'll be exciting."

"It'll get us arrested."

"No it won't. No one will even notice. It's dark and practically everyone's half asleep. We'll go in one at a time, lock the door and you can fuck my butt in the city of Butt at a mile high."

"I think that mile high thing refers to doing it a mile high on an airplane, not a bus. Besides Butte's pronounced BEWT not BUTT."

"Okay then, we'll join the ground crew of the mile high club. And I know how it's pronounced. I was just messing with the name. You'll be able to say you 'buggered my beautiful boy butt in Butte'. Say that ten times fast."

He tried it and didn't even get it out twice without fumbling and laughing. "That's crazy. I don't think we should. What if someone needs the bathroom while we're in it? They'll see us both in there when we come out."

I dragged my palm over his hardness and said, "Nobody will use the bathroom right after we leave the Butte bus station. They could go inside if they needed to go. You know you really want to try it. C'mon. Let's do something a little wild."

He was quiet and seemed to be contemplating. I kept kneading his dick with my palm. "Okay. Just for you. But I still think it's a crazy idea."

I smiled. "Sweet."

I couldn't wait for everyone to get on the bus and get going after we stopped at Butte. I stood up and stretched in the aisle and kept the aisle blocked a few seats ahead of us. No one really wanted to be back by the crapper anyway. I was happy no one tried to invade our space and when the driver pulled out and dimmed the lights, I went back to my seat. I watched as we turned onto Highway 90 and knew the mile high spot was coming up. I palmed the rubber and lube and slipped out of my seat. I glanced back with a smirk at Steve who was shaking his head to indicate how crazy he thought I was. I went in and loosened my pants to be ready. I waited in excited anticipation. My dick was raging hard. The room was small and would be very cramped with us both inside. I stepped up onto the toilet seat and pulled my pants and boxers down around my ankles just before Steve walked in and locked the door. I was glad it was him and not someone else. I'm not sure how I would have explained being up on the toilet with my pants down.

He snickered and I had to hush him. He quickly fumbled around to get his pants undone and pull his dick out. He didn't drop them all the way, just down to his thighs. Quickly, he rolled the condom onto his dick and tossed the wrapper in the trash. "Don't do that!" I exclaimed in a nervous whisper. "Put it in your pocket."

"Oh yeah, shit." He reached down and plucked it out of the waste basket. His dick was leaking from the tip into the collector pouch at the end of the rubber. He'd pulled his foreskin back exposing his whole dick head that was purple and slimy before rolling on the condom. Watching him get all prepped had my butt hole twitching in anticipation. I was like a mare in heat. I squatted to get to his penetration level and that served to spread my cheeks as well. He greased up his mile high pole and fingered some lube up into my anxious pit. Then he stepped up, pressed his firm shaft against my pucker and whispered, "All right. Ready or not, here I CUM."

"Yeah. Bring it." I pushed outward on my muscles and he slid in easily. He wrapped an arm around my middle and then gripped my dick with his other hand and started pumping my dick while he was fucking my ass. We both immediately fell into that frenzied state of crazed sexual urge like studs on a mare get into. He humped wildly into my ass while choking my stiff dick in a death grip and jerking me off wildly. I felt it coming on after just a few minutes of pounding and I gripped my knees until my knuckles turned white. I gasped as the first shot of my hot cream splattered against the wall above the toilet. My pucker went into intense spasms and that set Steve off. He shoved himself deep into my ass pulling me into him with his arm. As he unloaded his seed into the condom, he pulled down sharply on the skin of my shaft intensifying the sensations in my dick head and causing another explosion of cum from my purple dick.

Then, it was over. He had to support me so I didn't fall off the toilet when my knees buckled. We were panting and grinning like naughty school boys who'd just evaded the truant officer. Once we recovered a bit, he gripped the condom at its base and pulled himself out of me and removed the rubber to tie it off. He set it on the small sink. We used paper towels to wipe up and stuffed them under the other waste in the basket. I'd made quite a mess on the wall. I couldn't quit smiling and I was shaking a bit. He was smiling too. Once we were both dressed and we'd cleaned up good, Steve unlocked the door and opened it cautiously. He froze a moment before stepping out. When he cleared the doorway, I saw why he'd frozen up briefly. There in the hallway stood Zach, the cute little boy I'd helped take to the restroom during lunch. He stood there gripping his dick through his pants and shifting from foot to foot. He stared at me quizzically, clearly confused why Steve and I had both been in the bathroom. I leaned down and said as I passed him, "I needed to make sure he washed his hands."

"Ohhhh," Zach said. Then he pushed past me in a rush and shut the door to hurry and take care of his full bladder.

Back in the seats, we covered up with blankets and Steve said a bit grumpy like, "That was crazy. I knew we might get caught."

"We didn't get caught."

"Yes we did. That little boy, Zach, caught us."

"He's six. He had no idea what we were doing."

"Well he'll probably tell his mom and she'll know," Steve worried.

"Nah, I could tell he was wondering about us so I told him I had to make sure you washed your hands. He nodded and rushed in to pee. Relax."

Steve chuckled and pulled me into him. We arranged into the most comfortable position we could manage and started to drift off. "Say, I found something to do on New Year's Steve, by the way."

"What?"

"I want it to be a secret. Is that okay?" I asked.

"I don't know. It doesn't involve public sex does it?" He asked.

I punched him. "NO! You'll like it. It does involve some midnight sex alone together, though. You okay with that?"

"Totally okay with that."

"Good."

I settled back in against Steve's warm body and fell asleep, drifting into a peaceful dream. The next thing I knew, the bus lurched to a stop in Kalispell and we were back at school. I wanted to remember the dream I'd been having to share it with Steve, but it flitted away too quickly. I tried and tried to remember it, but only small bits remained. Perhaps, I'd dream it again. That thought, unlikely as it was, comforted me. I stretched and peeked into the aisle. Everyone was bustling about to gather their belongings so I leaned back in toward Steve who was struggling to wake up. I took his cheeks between my palms and gave him a nice tender wake up kiss.

"Mmmm, sweet," he mumbled. College life just got better.

End of chapter 4 of Come Christmas Steve, a continuation of last year's story. More chapters to cum.

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