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I suspect Suzie might be inclined to maybe let Scottue see her a bit to keep him interested, the carrot to draw in the horse

[TeenFan]

I suspect Suzie might be inclined to maybe let Scottue see her a bit to keep him interested, the carrot to draw in the horse

A carrot is going to be used very soon, but that is all I'll say about that.

In the next chapter, Suzie will tease him with talk about doing something while naked.

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Twas the Night Before Christmas
Chapter 27. Playing In the Snow, Part One


It's Christmas Day, an hour until noon, and I'm home alone with the holiday guest left behind with me. Suzie's parents and mine had taken off
to see a play downtown. It will be many hours until they are back. I'm going to have to find a way to enjoy the time being home alone, and
stay out of trouble. Trouble is, Suzie and I have different concepts of what staying out of trouble is.

"Have you ever run outside to make snow-angels with no clothes on?"

We were still standing on the front porch when Suzie asked me the bizarre question. "No. Of course not. That's a silly thing to do," I told her.
I could see such a thing being done by college freshman, as part of a hazing or initiation task. I could even imagine some jocks on a high school
team daring each other to do stupid stuff, but it would take a few gulps of spiked eggnog to make even crazed football players pull such a
prank during the daytime.

"My uncle and I did that. We were at the family owned hunting lodge. This was last winter and I was totally buck assed bare."

"You and that uncle again. Don't you think it's strange you keep seeing him naked?" Maybe it is perfectly normal, but I wanted to get across that
I think running around naked in the snow is STRANGE business. However, the image was creeping into my mind, the mental picture of Suzie
sneaking out of a cabin in the middle of winter with not a stitch of clothing on. I have seen her close to that, but Suzie was still a boyish little
girl of only eleven when I saw her with no shirt on. The image developing in my mind, of Suzie with her ass as white as snow, two bright pink
buttons on her budding twelve year old chest, the pretty girl twirling around with arms raised in the air as large, puffy snowflakes land on her
nose and melt on her steamy little budding boobs...I could suddenly feel something twitching down in the nether regions.

"I was naked too. Ha ha, we ran outside together. Flopping down in the snow I swooshed my arms up and down. I could feel the snow pushing
up against my...um, between my legs when I moved them back and forth. My uncle finished first, and when he stood up, I saw how shriveled
his weenie was. It was such a little nub of a thing I started laughing. He pulled me up and we ran back into the cabin. With a blanket we
wrapped up side by side. Waddling together like a four legged penguin, my uncle put on some hot water to make instant hot chocolate."

"He never tried to touch you?" I had to ask. I was starting to get jealous of Suzie's uncle, and was looking for some reason to prove that guy
was a creep.

"Nope, never touched me. Not in the ways you're probably thinking about."

My face blushed. I have been thinking naughty thoughts about touching Suzie in places where my mom would not approve. Dang it. Why do I
keep thinking about what mom would approve of? Mom never approves of anything. In a year or two she will probably announce she's found the PERFECT girlfriend for me. A good girl with good grades and a good reputation for not messing around with horny punk assed kids who get
caught streaking outdoors when there is snow on the ground.

We have no coats on and I'm starting to get cold. "Hey, let's finish getting dressed and make a snowman. Nobody around here seems to have
put one up."

Suzie thinks it's a great idea. We slip inside to find coats, scarves, mittens, and hats. Then bundled up like Eskimos, we trudge out into the
six inches of snow on the yard. First we make one large snowball, rolling it round and round till its nice and fat. In the center of the yard
I place it. It's a lot of work, but with Suzie helping I don't mind. We have the medium and smaller balls to make.

From directly across the street two kids come out of the house. I know who they are, but don't talk to them much lately because I'm in high
school now and they are still in middle school. It's Elias and Isadora. Their dad bought the house after selling a fishing business in the
mediterranean. Amazingly, a fishing empire in Greece, once sold could only buy a regular sized house over here.

Elias and Isadora ran out into the street with hockey sticks and a puck. They'd been trying to learn how to aim a hockey puck for the last
few weeks. They had succeeded in placing dents into several parked cars.

Suzie waved and shouted at them, and the two neighbors came across the icy, slippery street to stand in my yard. They are both slightly
shorter than I am but are a little taller than Suzie. Elias is fourteen, but still in 8th grade. Isadora is twelve and in 7th, young but tall for
her age like a string bean.

"Hi, I'm Suzie. I'm staying with Scott because our car won't work. Want to help us build a snowman?"

[NudeBaG]

Just don’t let Scotty get frost bight of the dick

[NickTwisp]

Perhaps Suzie is imagining how she could possibly get Elias unclothed?

[NudeBaG]

I could be wrong (I hope I am) but it seems we’re nearing the conclusion of this wonderful story.
This is STILL the BEST thing you’ve written, and I can’t wait to see how it ends!
I love this SO much.

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Twas the Night Before Christmas
Chapter 28. Playing in the Snow, Part Two


Twas the Day after the Night Before Christmas. Suzie and I were busy putting together the beginnings of a snowman when my neighbors from
across the street showed up. Isadora the 7th grader is super shy, and she hardly ever says anything to anybody. The only thing I know about
Isadora that is interesting is she likes to paint bizarre, surrealistic and kinky images, many of which are inspired by her older brother.

Elias is totally the opposite of shy. I've heard him go on and on about how everyone is free to be themselves on the beaches of Greece, how he's
been to the nudist beach on Skiathos Island several times. He told me his sister would only sit on the beach, a towel wrapped around her as she painted nude beach goers on canvass. For some reason unexplained, Isadora wouldn't run into the water without at least a bikini on her body.

I've seen evidence of the lack of modesty in Elias. During the summer he goes up and down the street in front of our houses, roller skating while
clad in nothing but a Speedo. "This is all we wear in Greece" I've heard him explain when a police officer cruising by called the nearly naked
skater to the side of the squad car. The male officer disapproved, but couldn't find anything illegal about running around like that. Now my mom totally disapproved, and she didn't want me to hang around with Elias when he was "Showing Off" like that.

I was actually quite jealous of Elias and his lack of shyness. That day exactly one year earlier, when the grandparents gave me a special
Speedo swimsuit for Christmas, the first thing I imagined doing while wearing it was skating up and down the street like crazy Elias. I never
got that chance, so I'll never know if I had the balls to go through with that.

Speaking of jingle balls, mine were starting to feel cold and damp. The first large snowball, the base of the snowman, has been made.
Elias and Isadora joined us in finishing the task. Being from the warmth and sun of the Greek Islands, my neighbors hated the cold even more
than I did and were bundled up accordingly. I don't know what is rounder, the snowball Elias is rolling across the yard, or the width and shape
of him in all those coats and sweaters.

Finally, the two other sections of the snowman come together. Elias helped me lift the cold snowballs onto the base while Isadora helped
Suzie find sticks that looked reasonably like arms. Suzie then ran inside my house, and a couple minutes later she returned with a couple
items she took from the refrigerator. A carrot is stuck into the top snowball to be a nose. Suzie then took a long, green cucumber, and she
plunged it into the large snowball base. We all laughed hysterically when the result is the snowman has an enormous erection sticking up.
We have the horniest and happiest Snowman on the block, the only snowman on the block.

As we were laughing at our ridiculous ice crystal construction, Elias started undressing. He took off the scarf, the outer coat, the inner
coat. "We wrestle in snow. You and me", Elias pointed to me.

"Go on. I'll help you get this coat off," Suzie unzipped my coat and didn't even bother to ask if I wanted to strip down.

I can't be the one to pussy out and be chickenshit about wrestling a guy younger than me. I had to agree to the silly, totally dumb idea
of rassling around on the snow-covered ground. To my amazement, Elias stripped off every layer until he was bare skinned up top.
I remembered the Greeks invented the Olympics and they didn't wear anything at all, not even during wrestling. Fortunately, Elias kept his
trousers and shoes on. I was obliged to copy my competitor's level of exposed skin.

"This is so stupid," I said as I leaned down into grappling position. "My balls are going to be frozen popsicles." I could feel my nipples turning
into hard lumps like coal.

Suzie and Isadora stand on either side of us, as I grasp hands with Elias. I push and Elias pulls. I go stumbling forward to land face first
in the pure white, wet and freaking cold snow. Elias jumps on my back, and in an instant I feel my feet pulled upward and toward my butt.
Dang it...I'm in trouble.

"First person to say I QUIT has to wrestle another round in his underwear," Suzie shouts out.

I glance over at Isadora, and the younger girl is clapping her mittens, her head bobbing up and down in total agreement. Oh fuckin' great. There Suzie goes with changing the rules after the game has begun.

"That sounds good to me," Elias says, and my fate has been sealed by another dirty, double-crossing deal.

[NudeBaG]

Come on Scott!
Suzie knows how big your ‘stick’ is!
Isadora is sure to love it!
Just beat the pants off Elias and claim victory!
The cold is sure to bring shame to the loser.
But Suzie knows you’re packing

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Twas the Night Before Christmas
Chapter 29. Mostly Bare Battle Royal


Snow looks great in paintings of winter landscapes. It looks like tons of fun in a movie when kids of various ages get into a snowball fight,
or go flying down a hillside on a sled. But it's no fun at all when your face is getting shoved into it.

The battle between me and Elias isn't going so well. My feet keep slip sliding while Elias prances around like he's a reindeer in its natural
element. Suzie and Isadora are the audience, with my little house guest cheering for me, and Elias naturally is supported by his sister.
The recently built snowman acts as referee, but he isn't calling any fouls. How can sitting on top of me while scooping up a handful of the
cold and wet snow, and then shoving that snow right in my face...how can that not be a foul? What has that to do with wrestling?

"Do you give up?" I can hear Elias shouting at me. It sounds muffled, like I got snow clogging my ears. I can feel it up my nose, burning with
cold and then rapidly melting and making me feel like I have a cold and the nose is running. Hockey playing kids up in Canada get the snot
beat out of them, but they don't have to put up with this.

How this Greek son of a gun can hold me down when he's obviously lighter than I am is a mystery. After getting to our feet, Elias picks me
up and spinning sideways I get dumped on my back. Fortunately, snow can act as a shock absorber. "How is he so freaking good at this?"
I yell in frustration.

For once, Isadora has a lot to say, "My brother does Greco-Roman wrestling, but he says that is too limiting so he studies Jiu Jitsu. It's more
manly than that grab-ass stuff Americans call wrestling on television."

"That stuff on tv is fake. It's all choreographed stunts and shit." I was wishing I knew how to do some of those "Fake" pro wrestling moves.

Over the last year or so, I'd seen Elias skating up and down the street, barely dressed in a speedo. I've seen him doing jumping jacks in his
room as I walked past his house. Who knew what he's been up to, and I find myself wishing I'd joined his fitness program. The next move
Elias makes has nothing to do with how fit he is or how well he's practiced martial arts. The next move is downright dirty and totally
cheating. With a grab of the front waistband of my briefs, which must have been sticking out beyond my trousers, the sneaky bastard
gives a yank. I yell and squirm as the frontside wedgie puts the squeeze on a certain section of the anatomy.

"Stop. I give up," I shout out. Immediately the handhold is released.

Elias gets to his feet, and he bends over to lend a helping hand. But before I can be lifted up, Suzie pounces on me down at the legs.

"Hey Isadora, help me get these shoes off. Then we yank off the trousers. Those are the rules."

"There don't seem to be any rules to this. Are there any illegal moves?" I complain to deaf ears and shrugging shoulders.

I have to sit there in the snow as the shoes are removed from my feet. When Suzie reaches for the zipper, I try to hold her hands back. Elias
grabs my wrists. Dang it...I'm not even allowed to unzip and undress on my own. The indignity is high on the scale as Suzie unsnaps the button
and down go the pants. Isadora has a funny look on her face. She definitely is enjoying this. They are all enjoying this too much, even Elias
who turns out to have a big gap between his two front teeth. Okay, so I have better teeth than he does but that is no consolation right now.

I didn't keep my butt up enough. A yank on the trousers nearly brings my briefs down as well. I hear an "Oooh" from Isadora as the bushy patch
of pubes appears. Fortunately, that is as far as the unplanned exposure went. I was able to free up a hand to grab the waistband just in time.

The cold on my butt is sudden. I watch in near despair as my trousers are sent flying off away from me. For once I am glad my mom mostly
buys the basic boring white briefs. If I had on sleek, colorful panties like Jockey briefs I'd be even more of a spectacle.

"Round two starts now," a very eager Suzie shouts. "Loser of this round has to take something off."

"Wait? What the - -" I can't say anymore as Elias tackles me. I don't have anything else to take off. I'd be naked outdoors with the kids from
across the street seeing me. This can't be happening. When I stand up, I see how Isadora stares at me with interest. I wished I had a better tan showing. I almost blend in with the whiteness of the winter wonderland. Her dark-haired brother has an enviable light beige skin tone.
I have to stop thinking about how this all looks and focus on fighting.

Somehow a surge of adrenaline kicks in. I actually grab Elias and spin him around. I get both his arms hooked behind the back. Pulling him
backwards, I get him laid down on the snow. Elias squirms and kicks but can't move. I still have a free hand, and now it's time for a little
dirty dealing from my end. I notice how his nipples poke out and can easily be grabbed. I take hold of one and begin to twist. In only a
few seconds Elias calls out he quits.

Suzie and Isadora allow Elias to remove his own shoes and jeans. I'm glad I won that round, but still I'm perplexed and pissed at the unequal
treatment. I got forcibly stripped, and Elias is allowed to undress with some dignity. His jeans come off to reveal tight fitting briefs that
have a side waistband that is almost nothing. The briefs appeared to be of a non-American brand that is green and red stripes. It's so
Christmasy and shows more exposed skin than even a Speedo does. I once had new, nice, super sexy underwear and my mom got rid of
them leaving me to wear the stupid tight-n-white type.

"What happens to the loser after the last round?" Isadora asks.

I'm afraid to hear it. I know what is coming next. It will be a repeat of the previous penalty, "Loser has to take something off". But that isn't
what Suzie declares, "Each of us gets to put a snowball down the loser's underwear."

Round three begins. It becomes a repeat of round one, and it makes me suspicious that Elias allowed me to win the second round. Maybe
he wanted to get down to his stylish Euro-model briefs. But with getting his briefs packed with snow the penalty, Elias kicked his energy
up to high gear.

Back and forth we rolled in the wet snow. He gave me a back wedgie, but I wouldn't quit. He somehow got me into a leg spread spladle, but
I wouldn't quit. The two girls, all bundled up from head to toe, jumped up and down excitedly, shouting encouragements. Finally, Elias got
me on my back. He straddled across my chest. My arms get pinned up to the sides of my head, held down by his ankles. The unthinkable
happens as he jams his crotch up against my chin. I struggle, but can't move anything other than my legs.

"Okay I quit. I give up."

Elias hops off of me. As the loser I dutifully stand up and await the punishment. Immediately, everyone else busies themselves with making
a nice, fat snowball. A car goes slowly by, and the driver honks the horn. I have no idea who that is, but I feel foolish standing like a frozen
block of ice, standing there in my dumb white briefs like I'm an idiot. I guess I am an idiot. Why don't I run inside? Why don't I run into the
house and lock the others out?

I'm not a sore loser, so I stand my ground and snow is scooped up from the ground around me. I start to shiver as the lack of motion allows
the heat of battle to seep from my bones. Then Elias, Isadora, and Suzie have their snowball in hand and they advance upon me. I feel a
hand grab the back waistband. The underwear pulls outward...and slam the slush is shoved down. The freeze is the total opposite of fantastic.
It's freaklingly frigid and that one was delivered courtesy of Elias.

Isadora moves in next. She is both eager and timid at the same time. He face grins, but her hand moves slowly as it grabs hold of the frontside
of my underwear.

"Oh go on. Do it," Suzie encourages the younger girl.

The small fingers take hold of the waistband. Slowly the tug is done, and being done so slowly, the girl has a chance to glance down into the
opening. No doubt Isadora got a view of a section of dick. The snowball plops down and the underwear released.

I may have had a bulge to begin with, but now I look ridiculous. The round mound is short lived though. Suzie presses her hands on it. The
snowball in the briefs gets smushed and smashed and spread out across my crotch. Then the underwear is pulled out again for the placement
of the second snowball.

"What do I do now. I can't stand here and freeze my nuts off." I know I can't stand here outdoors as the snow will melt so slowly. Frostbite
might occur.

"Run inside to the bathroom. You can stand in the tub. You have to hurry before dripping all over the floor."

Suzie didn't let me take the snow out of the briefs, but I have permission to exit the scene. As I rush toward the house, the snow crunching
and filling every crack and available crevice, Suzie and the other two gather up all the clothes strewn about the yard. I run for the front door,
and not even bothering to close it behind me, I move for the bathroom. The bathroom door I do close behind me.

In the bathroom I fling open the curtain to the bathtub. Clambering into the tub, I am about to take the underwear off when the door flings
open. All three of my tormentors join me. Elias is still wearing only the slinky underwear, showing no interest in finding something to cover
up with.

"What are you guys doing in here?" I demand to know. "I'm freezing my ass off."

As usual, Suzie shows who is in charge, "I know you are. We are going to fix that. Elias is getting into the tub too. We are going to hose you
guys down. Turn the water to hot...but not too hot."

[NudeBaG]

Fun fun fun!
I wonder what Isadora will see