3 comments/ 16571 views/ 21 favorites Pizza Boy at the Door Ch. 08 By: JKendallDane 8===> The boys share an early Christmas It was a week later, and Josh hadn't made it to his third delivery of the three bagger he was out on, before the first phone call came into the shop about him. Cody was waiting for his next delivery to come out of the oven and took the call. The older female voice on the other end began by saying, "I have never called about one of your driver's before, but..." Cody prepared himself for the normal 'driver speeding' or 'delivery guy acted shitty because I didn't tip' comments. Instead he heard, "...that Josh is absolutely the most friendly and upbeat young man that has ever delivered pizzas to us!" Cody sincerely thanked her for the compliment, and grabbed the next ringing phone, knowing he would pass the rare occurrence on to both the manager, and Josh when he saw him. "Another flattering call?" was the manager's comment when Cody recounted the call to him a few minutes later. "What has Josh happier than a pig in shit this week? That is at least the fourth call that has come in like that!" "I know. You are usually dancing around and dodging bullets with complaints about us; aren't you, Adam?" Cody was well aware that he had been the subject of enough of them and tacked a wink on his question. Adam was only a few years older than him, and cute as hell but unfortunately, terminally straight. But he was both a good manager that covered the driver's butts when they screwed up, and was totally cool with the gay guys. "I think he is in love, man." "No kidding, Cody?" After a slight pause, Adam added "Love? Oh hell, that explains it! But dammit...even you and Bryan don't act like you are living in Nirvana all the time, and I know you two have something serious going on." Cody only grinned at the sneaky quizzing Adam had slipped in to find out just how serious he and Bry had gotten. "Maybe we should add some Ritalin to his slices of the next crew pie," was his way of side-stepping the inquiry. "Or maybe some salt peter," was the alternative Adam proffered. He and Cody shared a good laugh about that, before Cody ran out the door and straight into Josh returning from his triple run. "Opps! Sorry man!" was his apology for nearly knocking Josh to the ground. "You score good, buddy?" The question was meant about tips on the run, but Josh instead replied with a huge smile plastered across his face and, "Almost every night this week, Codeman." The rest of the expression on his face and in his blue eyes, could only be compared to a space cadet enjoying the best buzz ever and watching imaginary flashing stars, shoot across a moonless sky that wasn't there, from the non-existent cloud he was on. Cody smiled wide too, but shifted to big brother mode for a second. "I am happy for ya Josh, but take things slow guy. I don't want you going all lesbo on me and renting a U-Haul over the weekend." Josh snapped back to reality long enough to reply, "Nah! Nothing like that Cody. But...I have spent the night three times this week. And damn...it only keeps getting better and better each time." He mutated back to grinning space cadet as the memories obviously begin filtering through his brain cells. Cody simply laughed and shook his head as he tossed the two hot bags in his back seat and headed off on a double he hoped would be a double score tip wise. Josh quickly bagged up his next run and groaned a little when he saw the single was going to the boonies. "Fuck! The stiffers on Sunset Lane again," was what came across his lips. His brain added "Here goes 40 minutes of my life and a gallon of gas for nothing!" His frustration was coming from knowing he would hear 'Keep the change' from a customer that can't figure out that the 68¢ worth of coins from the twenty they use to pay for a $19.32 order is NOT a tip. Josh spat out a verbal, "Fuck them!" as he decided to take his jolly time getting this one delivered. By the time he was a half mile of the seven and a half he needed to drive out Capitol Highway, his mood had shifted back to utopia as the nostalgia of the previous seven days took control. He had another good ten or twelve minutes to think before getting to the customer's house, and decided to make them happy minutes. The serious discussion and oral love making he and Kyle had shared on the deck the previous Saturday after their most serious talk, once again took center stage. But it was quickly replaced with how they had lazed around most of the afternoon just being buddies who couldn't learn enough about each other. Hours later, Kyle showed a little frown when Josh told him he had to shower and change for work. Josh shared the feeling of not wanting to be apart, but Kyle replaced the sadness with a huge kiss and a whispered, "You are coming back tonight, aren't you baby? I have plenty of studying to do that will keep me occupied until you get off." Of course it took no thought at all for Josh to say yes. Kyle had teased him with a few edging texts while he delivered; and the phoned-in compliment about him had come shortly after an interesting set of back-to-back-to-back, triple messages from him. The first told him to not fill up on pizza because he had a special midnight meal planned for them; a second one that said: "Be aware that when I put on a formal midnight dinner, we don't dress for it!" The third and final was obvious and blatant at the same time: "And just wait until you see what dessert is, baby!" Josh had evidently hit the next customer's door with such a big smile on his face, that they didn't notice the gigantic bulge in his shorts, and was so impressed with his overly-happy demeanor that they called the shop about him. The other good thing from that night was that the complaint he received was communicated to his face when he delivered, instead of being called in to the shop. It had come from a frat guy that he had sowed a wild oat with on the pool table more than a month previously. He was drunk and very unhappy when Josh not-so-politely brushed away his crotch grab and said 'no' to a demand for a replay on the green felt. "Fuck you pizza slut! See how big your tips are from now on asshole!" was the way he put it, if Josh recalled correctly. He only laughed and wiggled his butt cheeks at him as he walked from the frat house game room. He knew the jerk was so fucked up, that Josh doubted if he would even remember being turned down the next day. That scene reminded Josh of the next complaint from late Sunday night, when he dropped off a pie at the aging hotel downtown they called the Moaning Lisa. As fate would have it, the same young room service guy and him met again at the elevator and Josh had to try and gently say 'no' when he wanted to call in the marker from the blow job he had given Josh many weeks before. It wasn't taken well and the term 'damn hustler' was tossed at him as the pissed off punk whined about how 'he was owed one.' Josh did feel bad about that one; but he also had no intention of doing anything with anyone that might screw up what he and Kyle were just starting. "Oh well," he thought, "It isn't like either of them are going call the shop and complain about me refusing to play with them." Filing away that memory, allowed him to recall finally getting off work and being completely speechless when Kyle answered the door just after midnight. He was wearing only a pair of shiny, expensive, black silk boxers, and a bright crimson, tuxedo bow tie. "I decided we should 'dress' for dinner after all, baby," was said with a campy smirk as he handed him a slender, ribbon-tied, cream-colored box. Josh slid the ribbon off and pulled up the lid to discover it contained an identical pair of briefs and monkey suit neckwear. Kyle had him quickly strip and put them on in the living room, before ushering him thru the glass patio doors. There he again lost the ability to talk as he saw a full blown, three course dinner spread on a linen-covered, round table in the middle of the deck that overlooked the bay. A single white candle encased in a hurricane globe flickered in the center, and a lone red rose lay in front of one plate...his according to a smiling Kyle. Josh re-ate the entire romantic meal with him in his mind and was just remembering the details of the sexually charged hour they spent after finishing dinner; cuddling and bringing on the first shared explosions of the night in the hot tub; when he pulled into 1344 Sunset Lane's dark driveway. He got out and walked to the equally dark front porch with the delivery, knowing he was about to be shafted with no tip. But there was a smile on his face that couldn't be peeled away...and couldn't be made larger even if the customer handed him a $50 and said keep the change. On the long drive back to the shop, Josh rapidly cycled through his mind grinder, the other two nights that week that he had off and stayed at Kyle's. One was spent wrapped together watching TV from the big leather couch and finding out that no amount of teasing from him was going to interrupt Kyle from watching the entire episode of 'Family Guy.' His whispered promise to 'make it up to you later' was happily kept in the bedroom. The other night was a dual study session as they both stayed very busy for many hours...Josh working hard on a term paper for his operations research class due the next day, and Kyle cramming for an early final in embryology. Both were very tired when they finally retired for the night at nearly midnight, and without needing to discuss it, knew they needed sleep and could save satisfying their physical desires for each other until sharing the shower in the morning. They fell asleep in what had become the normal, tight spooning embrace of Kyle holding a nuzzled-upped Josh against him. The recollections were brought to a screeching halt when Josh walked through the door of the shop again and was hit by Adam with, "The phones haven't rang since you left and we are totally dead, Josh. You wanna get off early and go spend time with the new boyfriend?" "Hell yes!" was the reply that required no time to come up with. He knew Kyle had some kind of secret plans out for part of the evening...he had told Josh that when he left for work...so he pecked out a quick text to him to see if he was back at the house yet. It only took a moment to get one back that said "I'm here baby and could use your help with a couple things...both of them hard. Get here soon." Josh grinned but also wondered what else; besides the obvious; was hard that Kyle was talking about. He was in his old beater Honda and headed to find out within minutes. Taylor Swift's 'Maybe Two is Better Than One' was appropriately just finishing up on the radio station he was tuned into as he parked beside Kyle's Hummer...which was abnormally sitting outside of the garage. He noticed a trail of pine needles from the truck, across the drive, and up the walkway as he approached the front porch. Little piles of the slender green needles were scattered there and more were bunched right up against the edge of the door also. He grinned hopefully at what that might mean. His assumption was correct when Kyle opened the door with a broom in his hand and he could see the giant green pine tree standing in the living room. The tree had shed even more of the pesky needles all over the tiled entry hall. "Grab something for us to drink and get ready to help decorate it baby," came after the quick soft kiss on Josh's cheek. "You know how anal I am about the house and I just have to sweep up the needles that damn thing shit while I was dragging it in before they are all over the place." Josh snickered and patted Kyle's butt before heading off to the kitchen to retrieve a few Cokes from the fridge. He saw the open bag of caramel Bugles on the counter top, and knowing they were Kyle's favorite, decided to snag them also. Josh handed him one of the cold cans, and got a huge smile when he held a single candied chip to Kyle's lips. The smile changed to a grin as Kyle seductively licked the coated treat and the fingers holding it, before slowly sucking it into his watering mouth. Josh thought "Da-damn! He even makes eating junk food sexy as hell." The instant erection in his work shorts was the proof of how true that statement was. "Well...what do you think, Joshie?" The question was accompanied with a flamboyant wave of the hand at the large Christmas tree poised in front of the wall next to the fireplace. "I hope it is only our first of many," was added before Josh could answer. "It's beautiful, Kyle. It really is," was Josh's critique. He also caught how Kyle how used the term 'our first of many' in reference to it. Between that and the sudden holiday spirit filling him, the smile on his face and joy in his heart couldn't have been larger. "I wanted to surprise you and that's why I was so evasive about what I was going to be doing while you were at work," began the explanation. "With finals starting next week and me flying home for Christmas right after; I wanted to celebrate here with you first." "Gawd, I love you," started from Josh's lips; but he cut it off after the first word was out. 'Not yet dammit...take it slow!' was in his brain, and he instead finished by saying, "I-I-I love that idea, Kyle." He hugged him tightly while holding back the happy tear trying to exit his eye. Kyle returned the squeeze and turned Josh's face up to his. His full lips brushed over Josh's and he let them fall open to allow access for the tongue licking them. Their hands began roaming over each other like a cop doing an far too intrusive pat down, and their hips found each other. As the embrace became more and more intimate, the kisses deeper, and the grinding constantly more demanding; Kyle whispered to Josh as he gently moved him to the floor in front of the tree. "Baby...I am such a kid about Christmas and never could wait." The sudden evil grin on Kyle's face came with "Can I please open one present now?" and he began to undo Josh's shorts. "Only if I can too," was the condition he placed as he reached up and began to roll the tight tee shirt up Kyle's body. Once he had it off, he slipped a hand inside a leg opening of the running shorts he was wearing. Neither used any other words as they slowly and amorously undressed each other; but rather allowing their hands and their eyes speak for them. By the time they were naked under the tall tree and using their mouths to pleasure each other, any words they could get out wouldn't be understandable anyway. Almost duplicating the afternoon action on the deck one week ago, Kyle's hips gently moved his cock back and forth into Josh's mouth. When Josh rolled over on top of him; still suckling Kyle's tool between his lips; instead of frenzied motions, their bodies gelled together and moved up and down slowly like the blobs of the mystery goo does in a well heated, lava lamp. Even as the juices began to move into Josh's cum shaft, and Kyle felt his balls tighten; both of them continued with the almost motionless movements of truly making oral love to someone. When the final surge into each other's mouth happened, it was a strange but highly satisfying combination of one long, slow, giant rope draining from their tools, and an unbelievable internal quaking inside their bodies and minds. It was many minutes later while they lay huddled together just staring into each other's eyes before either spoke...possibly because there was a certain fear of verbalizing the way they both felt at the moment. It sure didn't help Josh any, that 'Maybe Two is Better than One' was once again playing softly in the background on the stereo. Kyle swallowed what he wanted to say as he heard the same song, and finally took the initiative to snap the tempting silence with, "I have an idea, Joshie." "What, Kylio?" was all he could safely let out of his mouth at that moment. "It's really more of a question, baby. If I change my flight back from Rochester, to December 31st...can we spend New Year's Eve together?" The way he asked, was so much like a small child politely requesting permission to get a cookie from the jar at grandma's house; not needing to be asked, but so cute that it was. "I can't think of any other way I want to start a new year," was all Josh said and it got a huge smile from Kyle. After they sealed the deal with several sloppy, fun kisses; they continued to lay entwined together, naked under the tree, discussing the plans for their first Christmas together. * * * * * The week of finals was a ball buster in many ways for both the guys. Between all the required cramming for exams, and working his normal shifts at the shop, Josh found it almost impossible to do little more than text back and forth with Kyle most of the week. He knew it was just as time restraining on Kyle also because of the much more difficult and serious course load of a first year med student. Josh could fuck up balancing a company's checkbook years down the road because he blew off studying debits and credits to spend time in bed with his boyfriend instead; but no one would accept that as an excuse for a doctor saying 'OPPS!' in the middle of a heart transplant. Compounding the inability to see each other for the first four days, was that Josh also needed to find that 'perfect gift' and he had been stymied by the "What the hell do I buy for him?" question the few times he found a spare hour to go shopping. By the time he escaped from his last final just before noon on Thursday, he had only 4 hours to find something special and still show up in time for a rush delivery shift at the shop. Kyle was flying home to New York late Friday afternoon, and they had decided to make their Christmas first thing tomorrow morning. He was expected at Kyle's as soon as he got off tonight, so they could make up the time they hadn't had so far that week...and wouldn't have for the 10 days he would be gone. This was his last chance and he headed again immediately for the closest shopping complex to the campus. On the way, something caught his eye though. A large, upscale, indoor flea market & antique mall sat on the corner a couple blocks before the biggest regular mall in town, and a light bulb went off above his head. He remembered Kyle telling him he had collected Beanie Babies in high school and still had more than 300 in storage at his parents house. The four that sat on the mantle above the fireplace in Florida, were special since they were the first ones he ever got as presents...one each from his Mom, Dad, and two sisters. "It's silly Josh; but they kind of make me feel like my family is here too, watching over me because of those," was the way he explained them. He also knew that Kyle dearly loved anything hockey and perhaps he could get lucky and find something fitting those two categories there. He also knew the mall would be packed and he really didn't feel like fighting the maddening crowds and screeching kids standing in line to sit on Santa's lap. Josh and Kyle had discovered they both shared a love of the holiday, but both also loved the familiness and intimacy of it far more than the commercialization. Josh wheeled the old Honda into the almost empty parking lot, after deciding to take to heart one of the 'rules' they had both agreed to about their first Christmas. It had came during the discussion after the intense oral love making they shared under the tree the previous week. Josh still snickered every time he was reminded of the way Kyle had so smoothly started it all that night...with the kind of cheesy, but so damn romantic, "Can I open one present now?" question as he began unzipping Josh's shorts. He smiled extra wide as he remembered cuddling naked together afterwards, talking about their already made and unchangeable holiday plans with the families, and how they had to work in time for each other too. They discussed what ways they could make this first one together special even though they would be more than 1,200 miles apart on the 25th. By staking claim to Friday the 20th as their own Christmas, was one of the solutions. The other ten days they would be separated could be filled with text messages and cell calls. And Kyle had managed to switch his return flight so they could bring in the new year together...so it was working out best it could. Without knowing it, both had left unsaid how they truly wished with all their hearts, that they could be spending the time together instead of just with their families. Pizza Boy at the Door Ch. 08 The discussion turned serious and almost contentious at one point, as Kyle demanded a dollar limit on the gift trading. He had done so knowing that Josh didn't have much extra and had already spent more than he should have to buy things to take to his own family's celebration at the farm over by Tallahassee. "I don't expect anything new & shiny from you baby...just make it something special...from you," was the request. "I would rather have five things you picked up at the dollar store or at a garage sale, that come from your heart; than one expensive thing you can't afford, but that you let a TV commercial make you think I would want." As Josh digested those words, Kyle added "And not more than $25 dammit, Josh!" as if it was his almost unmovable figure. "Don't dammit me, bitch," was the laughing comeback from Josh. It was quickly followed by, "Look. The tips have been REAL good this week and if I end up spending $100 on you; you will get over it!" A few more joking counter-offers had them finally settle on a $50 amount. But Josh was grinning to himself as he walked through the automatic door of the cavernous former supermarket and saw aisle after aisle of booths with what appeared to be everything under the sun up for sale. He reached in his pocket and felt the bills that totaled $100 he could spend...thanks to one very special older lady from the night before. She handed him a wrinkled twenty to pay for her $18.81 order, and then added a crisp, new fifty to it and simply said "Buy something really special with that. Merry Christmas." Josh had actually sat in his car in her dark driveway and cried a little because of her kindness...and how he intended on following her instructions explicitly...buying something really special...for Kyle. Now, all he had to do, was find it! After more than an hour of wandering thru the aisles of what could only be called a combination indoor yard sale & antique store, Josh looked down at what was already in his arms. He smiled as each item he had picked up should have a special meaning for Kyle. The Titanic soundtrack CD he found for $2 was used, but something he knew wasn't in Kyle's music collection...and it was his favorite movie. A Beanie Baby he discovered in a booth was also $2; but most likely one Kyle didn't have...bright purple and dressed as a pizza delivery guy! The older, exquisite, cherry wood, pen & pencil set and matching desk holder had a price tag of $35...but with a prominent, raised brass caduceus on the base; the well-known symbol for a doctor; made it a must get. The last item was the one he thought would make Kyle smile the most, and was also the most expensive at $50...a modernistic, glass encased shadow box that contained an 8 x 10 action picture, a piece of game jersey, and a hockey puck signed by Patrick Roy; one of the NHL's greatest goalies ever. He knew how proud Kyle was of his high school years as a goalie...and was also pretty certain that had he not had the talent and deep desire to become a doctor, that Kyle would have gone to almost any length to try to turn pro. Josh smiled again at his finds and headed for the checkout at the front of the building. On the way, he stopped dead in his tracks and stared at something in a booth that just screamed 'KYLE!' at him for some unknown reason...a nearly three foot tall, bright orange, plush Tigger stuffed toy. Maybe it was his own love of the Winnie the Pooh stories; or maybe it was the way Kyle's passion...and cock...never failed to go 'bOINg~bOINg~bOINg' so easily when they were together; but he was being drawn to buy it too. His heart dropped as he saw the $12 price tag and calculated quickly that it would push him over the $100 he had on him. He grabbed it anyway and hoped he could convince them to hold it until he ran back to the dorm and get the money for it from his tip stash. As he piled the items on the counter next to the cash register, he separated the giant Tigger from the rest and stated, "I have the cash for all this now, but I have to go get more for the stuffed animal." The blonde and graying, but still quite handsome, 40-something man behind the counter raised one eye brow a little. Josh was worried and suddenly spit out, "I just HAVE to get it for my boyfriend for our first Christmas...can't you hold it for a half hour? Please!" Warmth spread across Josh's cheeks as he realized what he had said and blushed. The clerk grinned wide and with just a hint of effeminacy in his voice, replied, "Honey, I remember finding a special stuffed animal for my Jeffrey, 20 years ago too...and he still has it today." He added a wink along with, "Let me see what I can do for you, little brother." Josh beamed as it hit him that the clerk was family. They talked some and traded names as he totaled everything up. Happily, Josh was able to get a 10% discount on the items priced over $10; something that was normal in the resale and antique store business, but not advertised. So he ended up with all five items; $2.03 in change after tax from his $100; and the phone number of a gay couple that had survived together for more than two decades. "Call either of us if you guys ever want to talk or just need a couple of 'uncles' for buddies," was the instructions that came with it. As his new friend Jim, carefully wrapped and bagged the purchases, Josh's eye caught the small display of special Santa shaped, holiday Reese Peanut Butter Cups next to the counter. The sign said "75¢ each or 2 for $1", and Josh grabbed six of them before he remembered he only had $2.03 left. He put two back and tossed the leftover three pennies in the 'take one' dish beside the cash register. "Damn! And these are Kyle's favorite candy too," was his comment as he pushed his final $2 towards Jim. "Oh well...four will have to make him happy." Jim smiled at him and reached over the counter to snatch six more from the display. "Always make your man really happy with those little surprises, Josh. That's the key," was all he said as he picked up the last of Josh's money from the counter and pulled three dollars from his own pocket. He added "Merry Christmas" and another wink as he paid for them and slipped them into the bag with the other four. "Thank you ever so much," was Josh's sincere comment back. "I owe you and Jeff a free pizza for that." The smile on his face changed as the mention of pizza reminded him he had barely a couple hours left to get back to the dorm and wrap everything before work. He thanked Jim again, and ran to the old Honda quickly. As he drove off, the radio station began playing what could only be described as a dance club version of 'It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas.' Josh cranked it up and thanks to it; and the fantasizing as he drove about how the extra Christmas eve and Christmas morning he and Kyle had decided to invent could go; he was sporting the biggest smile and the biggest hard on he had that week when he got to the dorm parking lot. As he sat impatiently; trying to will it down so he could walk; the text tone went off on his phone. "I just got home from my last final, and am the horniest I have ever been in my life from not seeing you this week." The second one that came immediately said: "I know what present is getting unwrapped as soon as you get here tonight." The third one was almost instant too. "I am jacking my cock right now thinking about it." The rapid fourth and final one pushed Josh to the edge. "You are going to sit that beautiful tight ass on my face and I am going to eat it until you cum." Josh moaned as he involuntarily began oozing in his pants just thinking about it, and then began laughing uncontrollably as the radio started playing 'White Christmas.' His own white snow continued to flurry into his underwear the whole way to his second floor room. He just knew the hours tonight and tomorrow were going to be so special...and have to satisfy the both of them for almost two weeks. * * * * * It had been more than six hours since starting his four o'clock shift, and Josh was completely frustrated and pissed! Thanks to a totally unexpected and ongoing slam of orders that started just before he was supposed to get off at 9pm, he was still working at 10:25 and with no end in sight. No amount of begging, whining, or bribery even; had been successful at convincing Adam to let him go while the orders were stacked up and delivery times were still hovering above 50 minutes. Even though he was scoring good tips on almost every run and racking up the bucks in one of the pouches of his cargos; the only thing that he really wanted in his pants pocket at this point was Kyle's hand. "Oh for fuck's sake, Adam. Let him go before he explodes all over the make line...or a customer's front porch," was the plea from Cody's mouth. He knew Josh had serious plans and that every new run only stole another 20 or 30 minutes from the time he should be with Kyle. Cody had also seen the pile of wrapped gifts in the back of Josh's old Honda. "Tonight is Christmas eve for him and his boyfriend, and it's calmed down enough finally, that Bry and I can easily handle the five deliveries still in the oven." Adam sighed but consented; Josh beamed; and Cody wrapped his now-infamous, big brother arm around him. He said "Merry Christmas, Josh," and quickly pecked him on the cheek. "Now...go give him a better kiss...and whatever else he needs." Cody's wide grin and added wink told Josh he knew damn well how much he wanted to be somewhere else right now. "Gawd, I love you and owe you big, Cody," was the reply...along with a bear hug and a returned brotherly kiss. "Will do, Codeman...especially the 'whatever else he needs' part!" Josh was so impatient, that he did something on the drive to Kyle's that he normally didn't...pull out his cell and type a text while behind the wheel. "On the way and can't wait to be in your arms," was all he needed to send, and permitted himself the same sin he often chastised other drivers for doing. It made him crazy having to watch for so many other things while spending 25 or 30 hours a week behind the wheel in traffic; without the added problem of dodging cars wandering across lanes because someone thinks they are different and can text and drive at the same time. Before he could shove the phone back in the pocket of his cargos, the message tone went off. He flipped it open again to see: "GOOD! I am tired of hugging the 'Joshie pillow' just to smell your scent. I need you and I need you NOW!" After he slapped the car in park twenty long minutes later at the house; thanks to two red lights and the heavy holiday shopping traffic; he literally ran to the front door and found a hastily scrawled message on a yellow sticky note pasted to it. 'It's open - lock it behind you, baby' was all it said. Josh shook off the desire to try and decipher the what and why, and just followed the instruction. Josh flipped the deadbolt once inside, and noticed the house was strangely all dark; except for the intermittent flickering coming from the living room of the twinkling, small blue chaser lights they had so carefully woven into the tree a week earlier. As he stepped thru the doorway from the entry hall, his eyes were drawn to the soft glow of the internally illuminated pair of angels that Kyle had discovered somewhere and was adorning the tip of the nearly 8' tall tree. "Be careful! That's us, sweetie," was the romantic line he had used as he lifted Josh up in his arms to place the unusual tree topper. A short but very wide, single candle with three wicks, was burning in the fireplace; and several tea candles were spread across the mantle piece above...one sitting in front of a beautiful, crystal glass manger scene that reminded him of the reason for the season. He smiled inside at that spiritual thought and then noticed a couple other ones were on the large glass coffee table; and still another...a short, fat, red & green one...that sat on a plate on the marble counter top that separated the large living room and kitchen. Christmas music was playing softly on the stereo. Suddenly, the voice he had only heard on the phone for the past four days murmured from the darkness near the base of the tree. "Come unwrap your first present, baby," was all it said and Josh moved towards the sound. As his eyes adjusted to the shadows, he looked down and his lips turned upward in a huge grin as he saw Kyle laying there. He was totally naked except for a wide red ribbon wrapped around his head, draped across his hard pecs, and ending at what was the largest bow he had ever seen...covering the area from his almost non-existent happy trail to a couple inches down the inside of his thighs. Josh didn't say a single word as he dropped to his knees and placed his lips hungrily to Kyle's. A few extended seconds of intimate kissing gave way to the baser; and unfulfilled all week; desires. Josh used his teeth to nip at Kyle's neck before moving them to his chest to chew their way thru the wide ribbon. He used them again to pull the now separated top half from Kyle's head and dropped it beside him; and then moved his lips sensuously down across his chest and stomach; nosing the remaining bottom part of the red wrapping to the side on his way to the gargantuan bow. As his tongue began to work its way under the multiple looped trimming piece in search of his present, Kyle softly moaned and began pulling down the zipper of Josh's shorts. It was only seconds before Josh had moved the large bow and had the fleshy gift hidden under it, in his mouth. He kept a tight lip lock as he shifted enough for Kyle to be able to peel his shorts and underwear down his legs. He was so incredible horny, that he ripped his work polo over his own head before Kyle had his ultra tight, bright red, 2xist bikinis off his ankles. Josh moaned deeply into the oozing slit of the engorged head and began to eat his way down the shaft. He felt lips begin to lick his own throbbing candy cane. There hadn't been any edging contest or agreement to hold off on self-pleasure during the forced four day sabbatical from each other; and even though Josh had jacked off both late last night and again this morning; he knew the pure lust being shown to his tool would make him explode in record time. Part of the reason for the intense passion being shown to Josh's rod, was that Kyle intentionally hadn't whipped his own tool that day...or the day before...just so he could give up an extra large load to Josh. That decision was good, but Kyle was also at the brink very quickly because of it, and his balls began the familiar tingle and rumbling. "Oh baby...I am sooooo close already," spurted from between Kyle's lips. "Meee...toooo," leaked from Josh's as the tempo of his hip thrusting increased. Kyle was working his back and forth; faster and faster into Josh's face also. Without further warning, he pinned his nose to Josh's balls, buried his chin in his thick blonde pubes, and began to erupt in his boyfriend's mouth. The combined feel of his thick shaft being stuffed in Kyle's lips, and the sensitive head of his cock being massaged by his wet throat muscles, was too much and Josh began involuntarily releasing his own massive discharge at the same time. Loud cries of days-long, held off happiness were there from both; but were muffled by the barrage of sweet juices flowing into each of them. Kyle's body convulsed and he shot one last time as Josh wrapped his knees around Kyle's ears and added one final hip hump to his face. They soon fell apart and lay on their backs...head to toe...breathing hard for a full minute before Josh started snickering. "Oh my fucking gawd, Kyle! You made me see stars that time! REALLY see stars!" Kyle pulled him up to his face and smooched his lips twice. "Baby..." he began as they folded into an afterglow cuddle, "...those stars are the little ones we hung in the tree last week." He pointed upward and laughed. "Well then I saw them thru closed eye lids, stud!" Josh stated and then slid a cum-drenched tongue into the parted lips next to him. Once again, the two college boys twisted their bodies together like a pretzel; snowballing their sperm as they kissed. Kyle finally broke the embrace and caused a huge laugh from Josh when he said "I think we just made a couple of big enough ones to build a decent sized 'Frosty the Snowman' sweetie," talking about the wads of warm jis they had mixed in their mouths. "Probably did Kylio, but as hot as you make it, Frosty would melt faster than an ice cube on Miami Beach at high noon in August!" They both laughed again and hugged only as lovers can do following a romantic quickie. As they separated, Kyle's inner child inquired with a grin "So, baby...where are my other presents?" Josh looked under the tree for the first time since he had gotten to the house, and saw a small stack of beautifully wrapped packages there. One, two, three, four, five was his quick count. "Sonbitch..." his thought began, "...we did it again! He bought me five too!" Of course he was thinking of the eerie ESP-Star Trek mind meld they achieved so often. Josh stood up and ordered, "Hand me my undies from wherever you tossed them, and I will run out to the car and get them, honey." Kyle smiled wide inside as he heard that word being used for the first time by Josh. "He said 'honey'. Gawd, can this be this real?" was the unasked question on his lips. He watched Josh pull the sexy tight underwear up his legs and stare at the way his bulge and ass looked in them. "What are you thinking, stud?" A grin accompanied the answer. "That maybe I should have bought you a dozen pairs of those skimpy skivvies, instead of what I did." Kyle barely paused as he licked his upper lip and tacked on, "Damn! The way you look in those things makes me hard!" Josh twisted his fingers in Kyle's thick hair and gently rubbed his now fabric-covered crotch across his face. Snickering as Kyle's tongue began wetting the cotton holding his just emptied sac, he added an additional tease of, "Hold onto that thought for 10 or 15 minutes, and I'll take care of that for you." He was pointing at Kyle's already twitching again, half erection. Kyle stood up and playfully spanked Josh's ass. "Let me know when you are ready baby...and after we open up one present each tonight." The inner child in Kyle was showing itself again, and Josh smiled at how attractive that coming out occasionally, actually was. He knew he had the need to let out some of his own junior high, pubescent teenager feelings he was having since he and Kyle had met. Coincidently; as he unlocked the front door; he heard the radio station on the stereo begin to play Katy Perry's chartbuster: 'Teenage Dream.' He was singing the words to himself as he went to the old Honda to retrieve the gifts in the back seat. Kyle was wearing the same neon purple waist banded, lime green, Abercrombie & Fitch boxer briefs from the previous week when he came back in with full arms. "What the hell?" shot from his lips when he saw the unwieldy pile Josh was struggling to hang onto. "I thought we agreed on $50 max, baby." It was more of a statement than a question. The huge three foot by one foot by one foot box really had him wondering. "Get over it, hunk," was the reply Josh gave. "All I did was follow a customer's and a new friend's instructions." Because of the perplexed look on Kyle's face, he gave up the story of the delivery to the grandmotherly lady and the $50 tip...but not a single word about Jim at the antique mall. Trying to explain any of that before all the gifts were opened, would spoil some of the surprise he hoped his selections would be. Kyle conceded that he had assumed Josh would blow the agreement and told him, "It's OK, baby. So long as you have money for gas to get home and back on." He paused and grinned as he added "I went over budget too...but I think you are worth it." As he started to walk away, he ordered "Get them under the tree and pick one for me to open now, while I grab us something to drink and snack on." Josh busied himself and Kyle sauntered off to the kitchen. When he came back; trying to balance two large full glasses of egg nog, a plate of hors d'oeuvres, a bag of caramel Bugles, and a bag of miniature Hershey chocolate bars; he was disappointed to see that the biggest box was wedged under the tree and a small sized one was sitting between the burning tea candles on the coffee table. The little kid in him really wanted to open it first and see what Josh had bought that was that large. He noticed that Josh was also fondling the biggest box from him already under the tree...one that was a foot and half square...but Kyle had every intention of that one being the last one opened. Pizza Boy at the Door Ch. 08 Josh helped get all the stuff in Kyle's arms onto the glass topped table and yelled out "Oh hell yeah!" when he saw the Hershey bars were all the Special Dark variety that he loved so much. He kissed Kyle on the cheek and then ran back to the tree to grab the small bag that contained two of the ten special Reese Cups he had gotten earlier in the day. "Here Kylio...I remembered too," went along with the happy look on his face as he realized the strange ESP had happened again. A similar knowing grin spread across Kyle's as he looked inside and saw his favorite candy. They both ignored the plate of snacks and glasses of lightly spiked egg nog, to indulge in the sugary rush of the candy first. Each selfishly ate the first piece of their own favorite and savored both the flavor of the sweets, and the feelings for each other at having remembered a little detail about the other. Then; almost simultaneously; they both held the next one up to each other's lips...sharing something they loved, with someone they loved...but hadn't told yet. Kyle kissed Josh's finger tips as he took the last part of the small Hershey bar from him, and then strutted to the tree. He found the package he wanted and sat it next to the one Josh had placed on the coffee table. 'Funny...they are almost the same size,' he thought as he sat down on the leather couch. Josh moved to the floor by his feet and had just draped his arm over Kyle's thigh when he was told, "Open yours first, baby." Josh grinned and picked up both and handed his to Kyle. "No...you first!" The little kid in Kyle took over. "OK sweetie...if I must!" He laughed as he begin ripping the colorful paper off like a five year old tearing into what he hoped was the toy he had written Santa about. Suddenly, Kyle was smiling as wide as possible when he saw the giant word 'Titanic' across the top of the jewel case and realized it was the soundtrack, and not a DVD. "Awww baby!" was all that came out as he leaned over and kissed Josh passionately. "I love it...and didn't have one! Thank you so much!" He stared at Josh then, silently telling him to open the one in his hands. He was clutching the CD to his chest as Josh pulled off the small bow from his and playfully tacked it to Kyle's nose. "Oh my gawd, yes!" spilled from Josh's lips as he found a Katy Perry 'Teenage Dream' CD under the wrapping. "I absolutely LOVE that song, Kyle! Thank you sexy man!" He pulled Kyle's face down to return the thank you kiss and realized that the mind meld had happened again, because they both chose music for the other and each had made those gifts the first to exchange. 'Little boy' Kyle surfaced again with, "Can I open one more, studpuppy?" Josh couldn't say no to the damn intoxicating grin and they both went to the tree and took a moment to decide on another for each. Again, the gifts were in similar sized boxes. Once again back on the couch; but with Josh beside him now; Kyle didn't wait and tore the paper off and popped open the lid of the box inside it. He began laughing uncontrollable, and Josh assumed it was due to seeing the little Beanie Baby dressed as a pizza delivery guy. "Oh hell Josh!" he sputtered between giggles; "Open yours! Open it now! You won't believe it!" Once he discovered what was inside the gift box, Josh joined Kyle in cracking up...both of them now pinned to the back of the couch with rolling-on-the-floor-laughing-my-ass-off, happy tears streaming down their faces. "This is just too fucking weird, Kyle," was all he could get out as he kept chuckling with Kyle's gift pressed tight to his heart: a Beanie Baby dressed as a doctor! "I know baby," managed to finally get out between Kyle's own chuckles. "I can't wait to see what is next." Josh realized that comment was a poorly disguised request to open another, and headed for the tree again without even being asked. He was having the best Christmas Eve ever; even if it was only December 19th; and didn't want it to end. Kyle joined him at the tree and blatantly suggested, "Maybe the big one, Joshie?" "Un-huh!" was accompanied by a teasing slap on the hand from Josh as Kyle ran it over the large box. "That is the last one you get to open...and not until tomorrow morning." Even though a huge frown appeared on Kyle's face, Josh immediately knew it was about as faked as it could get, and laughed. "Here. This one is next." He was handed one also, and they once again returned to the leather sofa. "You go first this time sweetie," was Kyle's order, and Josh happily agreed by ripping off the outer wrapping to find two more wrapped, flat boxes underneath. "More CD's?" was his thought as he tore the paper loose from each. Instead of more music, he found two brand new, still sealed, DVD movies...neither of which he had ever seen: 'Brokeback Mountain' and 'Torch Song Trilogy.' He politely smiled, but gave Kyle an inquisitive stare. "I kind of thought you had never seen either one, Josh. That's why I got them. Every gay man needs to watch both of them over and over again." A big brother look similar to the ones he got from Cody many times, was on Kyle's face. "We'll watch them together when I get back from New York...OK?" "Sure Kyle. I'd really like that," was the answer that came with a sincere smile. Josh sat them to the side and watched as Kyle slid a finger under the tape on the gift sitting in his lap. Kyle rolled his eyes jokingly when he saw the box Josh had used; one he had gotten at the pizza shop; a small, case-sized, cardboard container their anchovies came shipped in. "Now you know that I don't do fish...on a pizza or on two legs, baby," was the factitious comment he tossed at Josh. He snickered at Kyle's funny line and silently kept watching as he pulled the box apart and saw the smile begin to cross his face. "Oh. Two-in-one from you too, eh?" made Josh realize the mind meld had struck with the gifts the third time now. Josh had wrapped the wooden pen & pencil separately from the holder, and told Kyle, "Open the smaller one first." Kyle didn't say anything, but just peeled off the wrapping paper. He looked at Josh with a huge smile on his face as he rolled the two vintage writing instruments in his hand. "These are beautiful, Josh." Intrigued at what came with them, Kyle opened the other wrapped gift that was inside the anchovy box and smiled even larger when the matching cherry wood holder came into view. "Oh my gawd, no, Josh! Where did you ever find this?" was the question when he saw the brass caduceus on the base. He slid the pen and pencil into the holder and sat it on the coffee table; just staring at it in awe for a moment. "That is so perfect baby...SO perfect!" He finished with "Thank you so much, darling," and a most passionate kiss. When they separated, Kyle looked at the four gifts still under the tree and let a little boy, coveting grin appear. "Just ONE more, maybe?" Josh's mind was still digesting the first-time use of 'darling', as he decided to convince Kyle to save the last two presents from each of them till morning. He stood up and salaciously began rubbing the large lump that had formed in his bikinis from the kiss. "Let's go unwrap something in bed instead, hunk." Adding a good grope of Kyle's own totally hard bulge in the lime green boxer briefs was the next effort to make him forget about being a little kid on Christmas eve. The only reply he got, was Kyle leaning over to blow out the tea candles on the coffee table and, "Get the ones on the mantle and in the fireplace, and let's go!" He picked up the large candle from the countertop and used it to light the way for him and Josh as they walked arm-in-arm down the dark hallway. An hour and a half later; as the candle flickered one last time and died out; twin light snores of the two guys cuddled together in deep sleep was all that was heard in the room. Josh was definitely fast asleep, but his subconscious would end up creating the 'morning-wood-from-hell' as it ran a continuous loop replay of how Kyle had made good on his earlier text message of: 'Have you sit your cute tight ass on my face and eat it until you cum.'