On top of a grassy hill in the middle of nowhere in particular two hamsters stood letting the wind blow through their fur. The larger of the pair was less then content to let the wind blow, with a tremendous envelope strapped to his back it was only sheer determination that kept his feet on the ground. He blew right back at the wind in defiance, shouting at the top of his lungs, ?How did we wind up here!? The hamster of interest was a big guy by the name of Boss, and thanks to his bad luck he was stuck on an important mission with a hamster who could generously be called the worst guide in the world.

Not concerned with answering any particular question, this other hamster sat by and let the wind make its gentle waves through his Mohawk. Suddenly struck with inspiration by this, he pulled out his guitar and gave it a strum. ?Lesson fifteen: For a true ham-wanderer the wind of the hills is the greatest hair gel.?

?One more lesson, Jingle, and I? ugh.? Boss collapsed onto the soft grass of the hill. As he did, he felt the object of his quest tug on the string that connected it to his waist.  The wind nearly lifted him up with another breeze, but for now his dead weight managed to keep him on the ground. He was down for just a minute though when he became acutely aware of his shade being stolen.

Boss threw himself to a stand in a panic and looked frantically back and forth for any sign of where his precious cargo might have flown. After it became apparent that the letter had flown somewhere out of sight, he stomped around to rally his guide to help look for it. 

He immediately lost that drive and fell down to the ground again when he saw what the other hamster was doing. 

Moving to a rhythm only he could hear, Jingle was calmly smoothing out the envelope on top of the hill. He had set his guitar aside, and, after a moment of surprisingly calm winds, he took a seat on the letter. He then calmly slid onto his belly and closed his eyes. ?You had the right plan, my fellow ham, but if you really need a rest paper makes for a better nest.? He lifted his head and his hand while smirking with insight born of a second?s thought, ?Just ask the crows.?

Everything was silent for a moment. Even the wind seemed to pause as Boss stared wide eyed at his traveling companion. When another breeze finally did blow through, the larger hamster was suddenly reinvigorated. He got to his feet and stomped over the letter, lifting Jingle to face him while a vein pulsed on his forehead.

For his part Jingle did even seem to notice the anger. He simply tilted his head and smiled. ?There?s plenty room for two on this nest, my fellow crow.? Boss strongly considered throttling the guy for just a moment. After realizing that he probably wouldn?t even react if he did, however, he just tossed Jingle back onto his butt. Then he collapsed himself.

Vein still pulsing he grumbled, ?This letter?s the whole reason we?re out here you dumb gerbil?? He abruptly raised his voice and shook his fist. ?We need to make sure it gets home in one piece! Why are you using it as a bed?!?

Jingle collapsed backward a moment later. For a second Boss started to sweat, worried that he?d flown off the handle a bit too powerfully and actually frightened his travelling companion. Obnoxious as he was the guy was Boss?s only friend out here wherever they were. He was just about to apologize when Jingle spoke up.

?If you focus too much on what you?re doing, sometimes you forget where you are.? There was a pause in the wind again, and in spite of himself Boss found himself looking up at the sky. ?When I?m losing my way I like to stare at the sky and watch clouds pass by, whether I?m in my nest or at the start of my quest.? Jingle closed his eyes and Boss followed along momentarily caught up in his wisdom. ?Then when I forget what it was I was doing in the first place, I can find my new way.?

And like that the spell was broken. Boss opened his eyes and stood up. ?We can?t waste any more time out here,? he grumbled, ?We need to get back to Hamtaro?s before we run outta time.?

With that, the larger hamster stepped off the letter and gave it a tug. Jingle was surprisingly heavy though, and for risk of tearing, he dared not pull very hard. Jingle sat up as demanded by the pull, though. ?I told you there?s room for two, my ham, no need to get so greedy with the nest.?

Realizing he wasn?t going to get off on his own, Boss dropped the edge of the envelope and marched back to Jingle. ?There?s not supposed to be room for one!? He shouted as he reached forward to finally push the other hamster off.

He was abruptly stopped when he rather suddenly felt a paw ram into his crotch. It wasn?t hard enough to disable him or anything, but it was more than hard enough to be distinctly felt. He looked down, sweating, to see that Jingle still had his eyes closed as he fondled the larger hamster?s balls. Boss could swear he heard a guitar strum when he next spoke. ?Lesson number thirty-four: A friend in need is a friend indeed. And a friend in need of relaxation may need a friend to do the relaxing for him.?

Boss briefly considered pushing Jingle off like he?d originally planned. A skillful squeeze from Jingle managed to stop that thought immediately though for at least two reasons. For one, he was reminded that to move right now would be incredibly stupid and possibly dangerous. More prominent though was that Jingle was just really good with his paws. Something about how skillfully he moved from squeezing one ball to the other, then rolling them both over his palm, then back to squeezing; it had Boss?s mind really clouded.

?Hamuna? hamu? the larger hamster tried to say something but nothing intelligible came out. Jingle continuously worked his balls while he stammered. A tug here a push there and his entire length had come out of his sheath in no time at all. With his eyes still closed Jingle reached up with his other paw and felt for the cock, landing squarely on it with a hard squeeze after a couple of seconds fondling Boss and looking for it. 

?Ah! The source of your frustration reveals itself.? Jingle triumphantly lifted his head and gave the cock another squeeze before releasing his grip on his companion?s balls. With those particularly sensitive items released from their hold, Boss found himself stumbling back onto his rear. Jingle let him fall and opened his eyes to examine how he?d done. Boss was panting and stunned, but far from relaxed just yet. 

Jingle?s eyes wandered to the source of his companion?s stress. It was sizable for sure; a fair bit bigger than his own. He smirked as he had a sudden epiphany about why this particular hamster had been so on edge during their entire journey. Calmly, he got onto his belly and crawled towards the larger hamster, his own arousal just beginning to show as he did. 

Boss couldn?t bring himself to stop the other hamster?s advance, but he had managed to gather up enough of his senses to start talking again. ?W-where did you learn to do that?!? He watched, mouth agape and still panting, as Jingle made his way between his legs and put a paw on him once again.

Unable to recall the actual answer, Jingle calmly stroked his paw along his friend?s cock, resting it just on the tip as he leaned in and gave it a nice long hiff. ?A hummingbird told me one day when it happened to hover by my way.? Before Boss could even think of a response to just how questionable that rhyme had been, he was rather quickly thrown back into hysterics when Jingle pulled out a new trick with his tongue.

It started with a single, self-satisfied lick from the bottom of Boss?s shaft all the way to the top. It continued with a number of faster darting licks all around the tip. All the time Jingle wore a very satisfied smile and kept his eyes firmly on his traveling companion?s own expression. 

Without thinking, Boss started to tightly grip the envelope underneath him. His eyes were wide and he couldn?t stop breathing heavy as he watched Jingle work on his cock. It was an almost unbearable feeling, and Boss knew he wanted more than just his tip to be dripping by now. ?C-c?mon, J-Jinga?? he managed to mumble. He stared straight into the smaller hamster?s half lidded eyes. 

Jingle did nothing to break eye-contact as his licking slowed to a stop. He left his tongue still for a long second or two, resting it against Boss and just enjoying the warm salty taste. Boss?s open mouth curled into a smile and he started to sweat as the two stared at one another. Happy to see his lesson was being taken to heart, Jingle leaned forward and took Boss into his mouth.

Boss?s eyelids lowered a bit as he felt the warm mouth wrap around his tip. Jingle moved slowly, suckling a bit and then engulfing just a small bit more of the cock. With each portion more he covered Boss?s eyes dipped a little more and his smile widened. ?J-Jingle? hamu?? His eyes closed completely when Jingle made it about halfway down. ?B-Bijou??

While his companion continued to mumble a name he couldn?t quite place the origins of, Jingle continued to suckle on his salty treat. He shut his eyes now, no longer feeling any need to leave them open, and leaned in nice and close to his companion?s crotch; slowly swallowing down what was left of his treat as he did. He savored every moment that Boss thrummed against his throat as well as the taste of the salty nectar that trickled from him.

?Bij-ah!? Boss fell back and thrust his hips, making Jingle bounce. ?Ah! Ahhh!? He started shouting and grabbing the letter more tightly. By now his tiny paws were threatening to tear the paper. 

Jingle went with the flow and started to bob his head in rhythm with Boss?s bouncing. He kept that jazzy rhythm up even after Boss abruptly stopped with his hips held aloft from their nest. Why Boss had stopped jamming with him became clear immediately of course, as Jingle was more than familiar with the feeling of his ham-friend?s stress loosing itself into his mouth. He savored the flavor of Boss?s sweet juice and kept pumping for a good few seconds more to make sure it was all out.

 After some time Boss did fall away, popping out of Jingle?s mouth as he did. The smaller hamster followed him down a moment later, swallowing all of Boss?s pent up juices as he did. Eventually he landed with his eyes still closed on his friend?s crotch once more. ?Hiff? hiff,? he said slowly as he took a nice slow whiff of Boss?s still freshly dripping shaft. 

?W-wow, Jingle. That was ama-? Boss grunted and thrust upward once more involuntarily. Then he went completely limp. ?Amazing??

?Bijou is fine as names go.? Jingle smiled as he lifted himself up and walked his way around his companion. ?A tune by any other name is just as sound.?

Boss?s ears drooped and he blushed. ?Eheh? yeah you won?t mention that to anyone right, Jingle?? He didn?t get an answer of course, but the question rather quickly became unimportant as well when he felt a hefty weight land upon his stomach. His eyes shot open to see Jingle absentmindedly staring into the distance atop him. ?What?re ya? doin? now?!?

Jingle closed his eyes and paused for just a little longer than comfortable. A breeze that had been passing them by died down and Boss suddenly became aware of a curiously rhythmic slapping of flesh. Nervously, he lifted his head and saw Jingle gently massaging his own cock while sitting on his belly. ?Lesson number sixty-nine: Give love and share love alike.?

?I?m not so sure about this, Jingle.? Boss squirmed a bit under the smaller hamster while he continued to stare at the performance that Jingle was putting on. Quickly sitting up was all it would take to get the guy off him, and he knew it. He couldn?t bring himself to though. Obnoxious as it was, the pain in the neck was still turning him on even after the fact.  He opened his mouth again, thinking of protesting but unable to think of exactly what to protest to.

It hit him not a moment later. Jingle let out a long sigh as his rhythm rather quickly slowed, and less than a second after a squirt of cum splashed Boss right across the mouth and nose. He slammed his eyes shut and sputtered as a few more splashes flew his way. Jingle calmly sighed through the whole affair until he had milked the last few drops onto Boss?s chest. 

By the end of the short show Boss had reopened his eyes and largely stopped sputtering, though his tongue was still left hanging of his mouth in distaste. Frustratingly though, he still found himself drawn to the relaxed look of the hamster on top of him, and sight of the still dripping cock that was now resting on his belly. 

With another sigh Jingle slowly opened his eyes and smiled down at Boss. ?No fun to be had without a bit of mess, right, my friend?? He closed his eyes and rolled lazily off the larger hamster, landing with a whump on his back right beside him. With his windbreak suddenly gone Boss felt a particularly cold breeze chill the warm cum still sitting on his face and abruptly sat up to turn away from the gust. 

He found himself once again staring at Jingle, now in a state of full doze. He very briefly considered letting him rest in the afterglow, and even joining him. Then he remembered where he was standing. 

?That?s right the letter!? he shouted.

Suddenly, reinvigorated and raring to go, Boss lifted the letter out from under Jingle and sent him rolling into his nearby guitar. With a confused, ?Heke!? Jingle?s eyes shot wide open as he watched Boss lift the letter to his back and start off with a chorus of budda?s.

?Come on, Jingle! No more time to waste! Move it or lose it!?

Jingle paused only a second to remain confused. Then as if he had not even noticed the fall he lifted himself and his guitar up and followed his friend, strumming a new poem as he did.

?Like the wind the power of, 
love is mysterious indeed.
For some wanderers a chilling calm, 
and others a boost of confidence.

Another obstacle unseen until,
it passes you by.
So we wander hoping,
to let it push us along
once more.?