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Twas the Night Before Christmas
Chapter 25. I'm Dreaming of...


I didn't know what I was doing until I was doing it. Standing naked before the sink, full body on display in the vastness of the wall mirror,
I grabbed my incredibly aroused dick and went at it. This was suggested by Suzie, who stood right next to me with an arm wrapped around
my lower backside. For an audience of one I was putting on quite the show.

It was not the first time I jerked of while looking at my reflection in the bathroom. I had done it several times before. Sometimes before
taking a shower I got warmed up in advance. I would look in the mirror and pretend I'm a male stripper at a notoriously seedy club for horny housewives and their daughters. I am shy for real, but in this fantasy I'm a world famous studmeister. First, I take off the shirt and flex some muscles. I imagine the women saying Oooh and Ahhh, and clamoring for more. Then I slip out of jeans or shorts and proudly display my hard
body in briefs or sometimes boxers. The crowd goes wild. They want to see it all. I oblige but tease them a little. I slowly pull down the underwear inch by inch, a tug here and another tug there. Eventually the erection slips free to spring upward to amaze them.

I'd pretend to prance about on stage to the gleeful delight of the audience. Sometimes I'd stoke myself until close to cuming, then into
the shower I'd hop to finish the job and scrub up before bedtime.

For the first time I had a real audience. It's only one person, but this person has more than a front row seat. Suzie has her hands on my body
while I have a hand on my dick.

"Can I give you a hand?" Suzie asks.

"Say what?" My stroking slows down. I don't have to turn toward Suzie to speak to her. We can see each other very well by staring straight
ahead. Side by side like that I see how much taller I am. I see how young Suzie still looks at thirteen, but for the first time ever I have my
mind fixated on a girl who isn't older than me. My typical fantasies were always the sixteen year old hot High School girls, and even bikini clad college chics in those old, silly 80s comedies like "Fast Times at Ridgemont High" and "Animal House", movies that technically I'm still not old
enough to watch but have access to on streaming channels.

Is Suzie even legally old enough to do this? I'm in High School now, and Suzie is in Middle School. She's touched me over and over this
night, so what difference does another touch make?

For the first-time all-night Suzie is asking permission to do something. I take my hand off and let the erection bob up and down over
the sink basin. I am so ready to blow in two different ways. The loaded bladder needs draining, but I desperately need to bust a nut first.

For the first time all night I willingly let Suzie take over. "Sure Suzie. Whatever you want to do."

The first thing she does is look at it. She looks me up and down in the mirror and at even closer range. The first part of me she touches is
the balls. It's like she's checking to see if they have swelled up or something. Suzie cups them, measures one with thumb and forefinger,
tugs on the loosest part of the skin, and finally she asks, "Why are these on the outside? Wouldn't they be safer tucked in like my parts are?"

I have no answer to her question. I only know all male animals have them hanging down like this. Having been sent to the doctor due to
a possible damaged testicle sure made me wonder why these fragile things aren't protected better.

Suzie's curiosity switched over to an eagerness to see what my balls can produce. She begins to stroke me. It's slow and easy. She's in no
hurry. A couple times she stops to watch it throb with that slight bounce.

I'm getting desperate, "Please...I can't wait any longer. Do something but do it faster."

Suzie got the hint. She turns on the faucet and gets her hands wet. After turning the water off soap is added to a hand from a pump
dispenser. I already know what happens next and don't have to ask. Suzie takes up standing on my right side now. Her left arm wraps
around my waist as her right hand wraps around the shaft. The strokes are slow but rapidly speed up.

"Wow. It feels even bigger now. How big are you, Scotty. I should have thought to measure it."

I've never told anyone this. Maybe it's because I didn't want to seem like I was bragging. If I told my buddies how long it gets they might
call me a liar...or ask me to prove it.

"It's Seven and Three-Quarters inches. My PE coach said a penis can add size into the late teens. Maybe I'll be over eight inches before long."

"Super cool. That is long, I guess. I don't think my uncle is near this big. He did have a lot more hair than you do."

With the info at her disposal, Suzie renewed her efforts. Her hand became a blur of suds and pale skin turning pink. I am totally in her hands
and neither of us needs to say anything now. All Suzie wants is to see me orgasm. That's all I want too. It's so close now. I lean forward,
resting my heated balls on the cool, white countertop of the sink.

"Suzie, oh Suzie I'm cuming." I grip the sides of the sink with both hands. It feels strange and wonderful to reach this point without having
done the jerking myself. I don't know what to do with my hands. Suzie's hand slides back and forth rapidly on the shaft. And then it explodes.
The eruption is massive as the cum shoots upward. Past the sink basin, past the fixtures the stuff flies. The stream smack dabs on the mirror
a couple feet above the sink.

Suzie gives out an excited shriek as my cock spurts the first stream. She continues to pump away with her hand gripping even tighter. A second
tremendous spurt splatters the mirror. My knees start to buckle and it's a good thing I was holding onto something solid. A third round is less
ropey and has less force, and it splatters down on top of the faucet and turn knobs. I realize I've been moaning something fierce, but only
noticed just this moment as a fourth streamer shoots from the end of my dick. That one landed at the far side of the basin. Several more
minor spits of cum leak out to land directly below the engorged, throbbing head.

Suzie pumps and pumps but the cum fountain won't spit no more. "Okay...Okay, you can stop now," I tell her.

Together we look upon the white creamy spunk splattered over a large section of mirror. The stuff oozes down the glass. It oozes off the
spout of the faucet. Some even drips off the turn nobs for both hot and cold water.

"I've been dreaming of a white Christmas," Suzie cheerfully declares, and she gives my hard worked hardon another friendly squeeze which
causes a last gasp oozing of cum to mingle with the white soapy suds.

Best thing you’ve ever fucking written!
Bravo!
There’s still plenty of opportunity for Scotty to be thoroughly embarrassed in the morning, but if this is the last segment, it’s perfect!
That last chapter is going in my list of stories I actually use as spank material!

That was an explosive “chapter!”

The cuming on Christmas, December 25th happened on the 25th chapter.

Oh No...there are Twelve Days of Christmas. Is Scott going to survive???

Fun chapter, I'm sure he'll be all ready for sleep now he's had some release... too bad his playmate will now be more wound up then every after watching his explosion and playing with herself briefly earlier.

Twas the Night Before Christmas
Chapter 26. Later on the First Day of Christmas


"You sure make a big mess. I had no idea."

Both Suzie and I had been staring at the mirror. We were not looking at our reflections. We stared at the white, runny ooze as the cum slid
down the glass. Come to think of it, I couldn't recall seeing so much spunk spewed from my dick before. Many times I've jerked off in the
dark, in my bed at night, feeling the stuff splatter onto my bare chest and upper stomach. I keep a stash of folded paper towels, and these
become a handy cleanup tool. I've jerked off while in the shower, but the stuff hits the white tub bottom and quickly becomes invisible
and washed away. Now seeing two major streaks of icky, white shampoo like creamy cum on the mirror, as well as the stuff splattered all
over the sink, I was amazed so much could be stored up ready to blast out of me.

"I don't know where all that came from," I said, and then I had to laugh. When jerked off by the girl you disliked tremendously only a few
hours ago, one can only laugh or cry. But it did feel good...oh so fuckin' good and I could feel the eyeballs trying to roll back in my head.

"It's your mess. Clean it up," Suzie says as she smacks me on the butt. She opens the bathroom door. I feel myself instantly fearful again as
I imagine mom standing there in her nightgown, a large carving knife raised in one hand, as she's gone stark raving mad about my wild
sexual rebellion and how I'm showing off how much I can cum just to impress a precious and innocent little girl. If my mom saw the two of
us standing there like that she would cancel Christmas. Mom would get on the hotline to Krampus, the holiday entity that punishes wicked
boys like me. The sun hasn't come up yet. There's still time for the Anti-Claus to come and get me.

There isn't anybody standing at the door, two thank goodnesses and a Partridge in a pear tree...
Suzie looks both ways, and she turns back to me. "I'll get the bed warmed up for you," and then she is gone. I quickly shut the door.

Cleaning up took some time. I used up several paper towels and a wad of toilet paper too. In the middle of this I remembered I came in
here to pee, and that business got taken care of as well. It must have been fifteen minutes or so to clean up the bathroom and get back to
my room.

Suzie was under the covers, but lying on top was my pajama bottoms and a t-shirt.

"You want me to put these on now? After all that?" I asked with some trepidation, like it must be a trick.

"It will be morning soon. I bet your mom will come in here to wake us up. If you want her to find you naked it's fine by me."

I was never happier to do Suzie's bidding than to get dressed. But once I'm safely tucked under the covers, I almost wished there was nothing
between Suzie and my bare-naked body. I had things on my mind to say, but was too scared, too wimpy to say them. I wanted to snuggle
up tight, just the two of us, and I could feel her body this time for my delight. But nothing happened, and I must have fallen asleep.

I woke up to mom shaking my shoulder. "Get up dear. Rise and shine. Oh good, you got your jamies back on. You had me so worried there
when I saw you two rassling around on the bed. You nearly looked like you was nekkid. Get dressed and we'll get those presents. I now have
the distinct pleasure of waking up your half-intoxicated uncle."

Mom left the room. As soon as the door closed behind her, Suzie and I burst out laughing. I went to the closet to find a nice long sleeved
shirt and slacks. Suzie put on the clothes she had on the night before, quickly slipping into the Christmas sweater.

I sighed, seeing that red, green, holiday patterned sweater go over her head and down her torso. I had gotten used to seeing her in the
tight green sleeveless t-shirt that looked so hot on her. For a moment I hesitated before I got changed. I stood there in pajama bottoms,
as the old, normal instincts kicked in to have privacy while changing. Suzie stood nearby, watching me fidget, watching me with a smirk
on her face. She had seen me naked in just about every way possible, and I'm still nervous. Dang it, what a wuss I am. I finally shrug off
the indecision and pull down the pajama bottoms. I'm fully exposed once more in front of our holiday guest here on emergency and
temporary basis.

Suzie doesn't say anything as I get naked and then dress up before her. She does smile at me in a way much warmer than any I can remember.
Most of the time I've known Suzie, her smiles often came before or after some humiliating comment or joke played on me. Both dressed up
to meet the morning, Suzie grabs my hand and off we go to the living room. There are presents to open.

* * * * *

Being a Christmas Day holiday, there are no car repair shops open. Towing service is for emergency use only, and to use it would cost a bundle.
With the York family car not working, the York family got their visit extended by another day.

My mom got on the phone, and she called to see if there were seats available for a local theater production of "The Grinch Who Stole Christmas".
In the play, children do the parts of the citizens of Whoville. Mom tried to get me to play a part, but after the Christmas play fiasco I wouldn't
sign up.

"The tickets are 30 dollars per person!" mom said into the phone. Mom looked over at dad and Mr. and Mrs. York glanced at each other.

I could see mom trying to mentally calculate the cost of seven tickets, and how much it would bust the current budget. I take the initiative.

Stepping closer, I say, "Hey mom, Suzie and I can stay here. You go on and have a good time with the Yorks."

Suzie jumps in with an assist, "That's a good idea. You guys don't have to spend 60 dollars on us. Scotty and I can watch the animated Dr. Seus Grinch movie. And he promised to teach me how to play chess. We'll be fine for a few hours."

It wasn't long till Suzie and I stood at the door, waving goodbye to our collective set of parents and one hung over, grumpy uncle. The show is
at Noon, and we all had barely enough time to have a quick cereal and toast breakfast, before the five adults gathered their coats and rushed
off to my family's car. The sun on the snow is nearly blinding in its brilliance. I look up and down the street and noticed not one house has a snowman in the front yard. Now that is something I can do with Suzie, make my own house get with the holiday spirit.

The car slips and skids down the driveway to the street. As it pulls away from my house, I feel of a multitude of emotions. I'm home alone,
I mean I'm all by myself with nobody else but Suzie. Oh no...have I gone crazy?! This could end up being a sweet Nutcracker kick to the
crotch.

I wonder if Suzie wants him naked again?

NudeBaG wrote: Wed Jan 14, 2026 6:20 pm I wonder if Suzie wants him naked again?

Not really sure? Think Suzie might be tired of it by now?

Should they stay in and "Play games"...or should they go outside and build a snowman? What would Scott want to do (besides take a nap),
and will he have a choice of what games are played? They have several hours of time to kill.

TeenFan wrote: Thu Jan 15, 2026 12:51 am

NudeBaG wrote: Wed Jan 14, 2026 6:20 pm I wonder if Suzie wants him naked again?

Not really sure? Think Suzie might be tired of it by now?

Should they stay in and "Play games"...or should they go outside and build a snowman? What would Scott want to do (besides take a nap),
and will he have a choice of what games are played? They have several hours of time to kill.

Suzie is at the age where a naked boy is both a novelty and a commodity.
I doubt she’s done enjoying Scottie’s penis.
Let her explore more