Author: Loving Hamster
Title: The surprise of Basil
Part: Complete story
Universe: Peter and Noah
Summary: A straight teenager decides to make things right with
his gay friend. (no explicit sex but erotic nonetheless)
Keywords: mm, feet, nosex, ScFi
Language: English

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THE SURPRISE OF BASIL
(c) by Loving Hamster

*** DISCLAIMER ***

Do not remove or modify this disclaimer. Please read carefully.

Check the themes below to see if this story is legal in your
country. You must be 21 years old or older to read this story.

Themes: male homosexuality, foot fetishism

There is no explicit sexual content in this chapter, but the
subject of foot/sock fetishism may offend some people.

Date: April 2015, version 1.0

The story and the characters are fiction. The pills and
medication described in the story are pure fiction.

STORY CODES: mm, feet, nosex, ScFi
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Basil is a teenager but also a singer that is quite popular in
his hometown. He had knocked at the door of "the Brotherhood".
You would tell that "the Brotherhood" could be anything and that
it does not mean anything at all. Well, to Basil the Brotherhood
was recommended by a friend, and that was enough to him. When he
arrived at the address, a blonde boy looking to be approximately
13 years old opened the door. When they talked to him it seemed
to Basil that he was much much older than he looked. Basil
trusted him and told him what happened.

"I don't know what to say.... one day he told me he loved me. At
first I thought he was joking, so I took it lightly. Then he
insisted he wanted to talk to me, I got angry and I pushed him
back. Then he began to write distressed letters to me. I would
barely read them. I did not want to hear anything about it. But
soon I could not talk to him myself. He was permanently sad and
unreceptive, he did not participate in any game or outdoor
activity we organized with our other friends. I thought it would
pass. I let it down. He ceased the letters all social activity.
Then one day I suprised him sniffing my socks in the locker room
during the gym at school. I got angry again and I hit im in the
face. It was very lucky that no one else saw him. He just left,
and the following day I learned he was at the hospital after
having tried to cut his own balls! I really don't know what to
do; I miss him! I was very wrong with him but I could not... it
was too shameful, I just could not accept that he was loving me
like a girl..; and now I want to go to him but I have nothing to
offer, he has hurt himself and I fear he would never forgive
me...Whe did he do that? Why?"

Basil was crying. Until now he did not suspect he had such deep
feeling for his friend.
"I'm not sure" answered Noah." But there is a strong probability
that he did that because he felt dirty and he wanted to show you
he did not want to have sex with you, that it is not what he
asked, not what he wanted to talk to you about."
"Just for that? This is madness!"
"Have you been in love already?"
"I think so, but I've never been so far as to write distress
letters. It is so shameful."
"Do you think he does not feel shame? Imagine how hard it must
have been for him to write them. He wrote them because he had no
other way to tell you."
"To tell me what? I knew he was in love with me. What more would
he need to tell me?"
"To tell you that he was suffering. That he could not look at you
without being overwhelmed by the need of  a physical contact.
That he wanted to be closer than you, to make you small hugs, to
hold your hand when no one was around, small things like that. At
least he would have been satisfied that you talk to him and you
told him you could not give him what he wanted. It would have
been hard but better than nothing. At least you would have left
him cry on you shoulder, wouldn't you?"
Basil was crying wildly now.
"I denied him that! I just ran away and left him alone! Now he
must hate me!"
"If he hated you, he would not have kept the secret. Does anyone
know that he loves you besides yourself?"
"I don't know, no one ever spoke to me about it."
"So you see, he still keeps the secret, he's still counting on
you."
"Now I will drive you to my friend Peter. Maybe he will be able
to help you, too."

Noah introduced Basil to Peter and left the two of them alone.
Peter looked to be 14 years old, with abundant white blonde hair
and brown eyes. However he seemed to behave like a senior
scientist in his own
laboratory.

Peter invited him in his secret laboratory. Its equipment was
incredibly furnished and seemed very expensive. A discreet
assistant could be seen busy on a far-away table.
"Here are a few of my creations. Basil, I trusted you enough to
bring you here because I think you deserve it, but nonetheless I
must tell you to be very careful. You must not
talk about what I will show you in any way to anyone except your
friend. Maybe it would be better that you don't talk to him at
all about it."
"I can trust him."
"Very well, now let me show you..."
Peter rotated a secret panel, and two dozens of colored pills
appeared in a glass case. The first one to the left was pink."
"Woaw. What is the pink for?"
"This pill would make your testicles regrow up to their normal
size in just a few weeks, if they are hurt or missing".
"It's unbelieveable..." said Basil.
"What does the red pill?" he asked.
"Careful with that one, it makes a man or boy feel a very strong
sexual attraction to other boys and men. It lasts for a full day,
then it should revert to a normal state, but it not guaranteed.
Using a second pill after 24 hours makes the guy permanently
bisexual at least, a third would broaden his sexual desires
further and turn him in a completely irreversible state of sexual
obsession towards what may be considered as perverse sex."
"The yellow?"
Makes a gay individual feel some desire for women: the reverse
principle as above. Same broadening effects with multiple
intakes. Note that you cannot cure a red-pill intake with a
yellow one and vice-versa, it would just make you very sick.
"The blue ones?"
Restores foreskin, or make it longer or larger. It is my best
realization, I have plenty of different foreskin effects."
"The gray?"
Not recommended, but the most easy to make: the round one kills
all sexual activity for 48 hours but is reversible, the ovale one
would make your testicles shrink and become completely
ineffective in the same amount of time, permanently. The tablet
makes you infertile permanently but with normal sexual activity.
"The green?"
"To modifiy your penis size, permanently. I have plenty of sorts
too".
"The orange?"
"I cannot talk about the orange to you. These are special... So
is it ok? What pill do you think you need?"
Basil made his choice.

The next evening Basil was alone at home. The pills Peter had
given him were preciously kept hidden in his pocket, in a small
box.
He mumbled an false excuse to spend the night by another friend
and walked to the hospital. if he walked briskly he would arrive
just before the end of the visits.
He nothing else in mind than making Joe happy.
When he discreetly hid in the emergency staircase, waiting for
the last visitors to leave, he was petrified in fear. "The same
fear Joe must have had before he said he loved me", he realized.
It was well one hour after he was sure that no one else was
around that he dared to enter the single room Joe was lying in.
He suprised himself to be completely terrorized. Joe was
sleeping, and it made it even harder.
Basil burst in tears and his vision clouded while he poured his
distress on Joe's sleeping silhouette.
"Please forgive me....." he said, drinking his own tears and not
even seeing if Joe was looking at him.

Joe heard a familiar voice and could not believe it. It was a
dream. It must have been. It was his voice and his face and his
smell and he was there crying in his own arms. Joe felt a
wonderful overwhelming sensation. He was too tired to cope with
it. Soon he felt dizzy and passed away.

He awoke at the sound of the nurses buzzing in agitation around
him. They made a fuss about the fact that he was finally awake
and the doctor would come and so on.
Joe soon noticed the well-proportioned silhouette of Basil
politely sitting on a chair next to the opposite wall. Joe smiled
to him and Basil answered by his own, sad smile.
Basil had big watery eyes, he looked extenuated. They observed
each other for one hour, oblivious to the doctor and the nurses.

Finally they were alone. But it took a few minutes before one of
them dared to speak.
Eventually Basil stood up and walked the very short distance
which separated the chair from the bed.
"I... want... just...... you will.....I don't ........just so
difficult" he stammered.
"I want you to stay here and talk with me." said Joe calmly. "If
you wish."
Basil understood, he sat on the patient chair just next to the
bed.
"It is not your fault, Basil. It was me. It did everything wrong.
 But I regret nothing of it. There is... nothing more intense in
this world than being in love with you, I know it for sure."
"Do you still trust me?"
"Tell me anything and I do it." He took the phone and added: "Do
you want me to eat the telephone?"
For the first time in weeks they laughed together.
Basil reached in his pocket and took some red pill in his hand.
He told his friend: "Would you eat that?"
"Of course."
"You don't want to know what it is?"
"Only if you want me to know."
"Yes, I will tell you. I went to a special apothecary and they
gave me this pill: I don't want to tell you what it does because
I have some difficulty to believe it myself and I don't wish to
make you a false promise..."
Without a word, Joe swallowed it.
"I like suprises." he said.
"I take one too." said Basil. And he did.
"That tasted like cherry", Joe commented.
"So we're.... still friends?" asked Basil.
The sentence was as hard to say as "I love you".
"Yes Basil, we are friends. We have always been. I'm glad you
have come, but right now maybe you should go home, because I
don't want to cry and to beg in front of you again. Now I'm too
tired to behave, please."
Basil wanted to say he wanted to be here to console him, but he
had not enough courage left. He went home, at peace but with a
sensation of missing something.
He was nearly home when he realized he was stupid. He turned
back.

It was deep into the night and he had to sneak his way back into
the hospital. Joe was not sleeping and watched cartoons on TV
with his headphones.

Without a word, Basil removed his shoes and his coat and then he
removed all his clothes except for his underwear. Joe had stopped
watching TV and was waiting on his bed in his own underwear.
Basil thought that he would be a miser to refuse to share his bed
because at 15 they could say they still were children. And also,
he found that Joe was still a cute boy. Joe would never forget
when Basil climbed in the bed and installed himself next to him
under the blanket. Basil was just in his underpants and T-shirt
and socks. They cuddled for hours and Joe cried in joy.

After a while Joe asked "aren't your feet too warm in your winter
socks?" Basil removed his socks and said "I put them in the
bathroom if you wish to... anything you want." And he did it.

They cuddled in bed bathing in each other warmth. Basil had
still, hidden in his coat, the red pills that Peter gave to him.
He was satisfied to have left them untouched. In addition, these
cherry candies bought at the night shop were really delicious.

When Basil was asleep Joe sneaked out of the bed and went to
the bathroom. What he felt when he saw them dropped on the floor
was the most exciting thing EVER.

A dozen minutes later Joe crept back into the bed.
"Are you satisfied?" asked Basil gently, not so asleep as Joe
thought.
"Better than that, I'm happy" Joe answered.
They fell asleep, this time until morning.

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