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Twas the Night Before Christmas
Chapter 23. Settle Down to a Long Winters Nap?


Twas the longest night of my life, the end nowhere in sight
I'd just survived a near miss with mom, too much of a fright
for our misdeeds my bedroom guest had taken the rap
but caught am I crotch deep in the deceptions of Suzie's trap

"You can put that pillow back with the others now," Suzie tells me as she climbs back onto the bed. "There's no covering up. Not after what
I did for you. You owe me big time."

I was reluctant to relinquish the coverage the pillow provided. It was only a minute since mom left the room. Only a minute gone by
since Suzie pulled up her panties after receiving a spanking from my mom. Seeing Suzie like that was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen. If
Santa and his whole team of elves slid down the chimney I could scarcely have been more excited and thrilled. I got a glimpse of a girl's secret treasures, a visual encounter with the mysterious pussy. It was brief, seen from behind and not the front. It was only ten feet from me, the only
time I saw a girl close to my age naked in any way, shape, or form. I guess it's needless to say my dick was hard and stiff as a reindeer's antler.

I remained unmoving. Suzie grabs the pillow, and as it is pulled away from me, she looks down at my throbbing, upright penis. There's no
change there since she caused me to get hard during the jump rope challenge. I never had a chance to calm down, for it to calm down.

"Yeah, I guess I do owe you one." I still wanted to cover up. I could feel my hands trying to move over to guard my groin from Suzie's
eager eyeballs. "What do you want to do now?"

"We have to be quiet for now, for a little while anyway. Help me move the bed and put everything back into place."

I got off the bed with Suzie, and together we carefully pushed the bed back up against the wall. We grabbed the sheet and blanket from
the floor and got the bed made all nice and neat again. Even the clothes I had on the floor got picked up and put where they belong. We
did this without turning on the overhead light. I might have gotten calmed down during the bedroom straightening, but Suzie must have
decided my private parts were no longer under my direct control. After moving the bed, she rubbed a hand over my ass, said she liked
how my butt muscle is nice and firm. After making up the bed she put a hand on my balls. "Can you feel them moving around?" she asked
me. Not as much as I feel my dick swinging about, that is what I told her. Then after picking up the clothes from the floor Suzie stops again
to touch me. Between two fingers she squeezes gently on the head. "My uncle's dick is covered up by extra skin. Yours is much cuter with
the head showing." For almost a minute she played with me that way, her thumb tracing around the top of the ridge of the glans. If she
tried doing this an hour ago I might have told her to keep those hands to herself. Now it's as if my body, all parts of it, belong to Suzie.
I guess I don't have to tell you my hardon had no chance of going down.

"Wow. This room looks so much better. Your mom better like it. She did want it cleaned up in the morning."

"Don't want to piss her off any more than she is," I agreed with Suzie. I thought that would be the end of it. I figured we'd get into the
newly made bed to settle down to go to sleep. I'd had enough for one night.

"Speaking of being pissed off...I have to pee." Suzie steps over to the bedroom door. She opens it up, sticks her head out far enough to
turn her head both ways. Suzie turns back toward me, and with a waving arm she says, "You are coming with me."

"What? I am?"

This caught me flat footed. I didn't expect to be venturing out again beyond the security of my room. One trip to the living room had been
nerve wracking enough. Going to get snacks and drinks, which now is making Suzie need a release of pressure on the bladder, was taking a big
risk. Now she wants us to go out together again. This is madness, it's cuckoo like a candy cane with no stripes.

"Come on now. We'll be quiet like mice. Getting up to go to the bathroom is normal. I almost never sleep the whole night through."

Suzie reaches out a hand, and being the obediant host to this holiday guest, I take her hand. Together we travel the short distance to the
bathroom.

Once inside the door gets closed, the lights turned on. Suddenly everything is bright. The lights in the bathroom are intensly bright,
especially when first turned on. The large mirror reflects that light back at me, and for the first time I can see myself the way Suzie
can see me, a naked boy who is overly aroused. Together both Suzie and I stare at the engorged, pulsing, long as a licorice stick dick bobbing
about in the reflection of the mirror. To tell you the truth, I've often looked at myself in the mirror this way before. It's the first time I had an audience.

I'm standing in front of the sink, still looking at my reflection, when Suzie steps over to the toilet. "Good, the seat is down. You've been
trained well."

I really couldn't recall who was the last one in the bathroom. I assume it was my mom.

Suzie turns around, and in the blink of an eye she whipped her panties down while taking a seat. From my angle all I can see is a quick
flash of her bare butt and the sides of her leg. Then Suzie is seated and I can't see much of anything at all.

I must have witnessed my mom sitting on the toilet, but for the life of me I can't remember. It must have been years ago. So for the first
time that really mattered to me, I am standing nearby watching a thirteen year old girl make use of the toilet. A TINKLE TINKLE sound comes
to my ears, along with the sound of Suzie giggling. She turns her head toward me as she continues to laugh. I don't know what to say.
What does one say?

Suzie is the first to speak up, "It always makes me feel naughty when I pee when somebody is watching. I don't know why. Do you
know why?"

When I was younger I saw guys whip it out to pee at the playground. Almost nobody cares when boys under ten years old pull out their pecker
to wizz on the grass. Now most boys do turn around so nobody sees their frontside while doing this. I've seen several guys line up together
to pee as a group. It seemed silly to me, some sort of competition thing. I was too shy to join in any group piss off.

Hearing the tinkling in the bowl suddenly made something kick in. I did need to pee, and the urge is getting stronger. My boner surged with
new vigor when I watched Suzie use some paper squares to rub herself gently between the legs. I'd never seen that before. It was beyond
words. Boys just jiggle their junk and zip back up. Watching how a girl has to handle things is educational. It's also surprisingly erotic.

Suzie quickly stands back up, a reverse of the movement of getting down. Her panties are up to her hips again and once again I get only a
flash of her behind.

"Okie dokie long dick dude. It's your turn," Suzie actually turns around, and bending over she lifts the toilet seat for me.

We switch places. Suzie washes her hands while I stand in front of the bowl. Looking down at the yellow-colored water the issue is
obvious, but without a specific solution. My dick points up toward the mirror that runs from the sink to above the toilet. Houston...we have a problem...

I hear a laugh from Suzie as she turns off the water faucet. Her head is turned, staring at my big problem.

"I can't do this with you watching me," I explain. "Can you turn around?"

"I noticed you watching me the whole time I was peeing. You watched me. It's only fair I get to watch you. All you have to do is make it
go down."

What Suzie said next sent a shiver down my body, it surprised me so much.

"Hmmm...my uncle didn't have that problem when he let me watch him go to the bathroom."

Still your best work to date.
Getting a little weird with the uncle talk, but I’m excited for Suzie to get handsy

NudeBaG wrote: Wed Jan 07, 2026 7:03 pm
Getting a little weird with the uncle talk, but I’m excited for Suzie to get handsy

It's not going to get "weird".
It will tie back in to the fishing trip two years ago.
Suzie is on the boat with her uncle. He's had too many beers, and when ya gotta go you need to go.
Doing Dick talk is a way to tease poor Scotty.

Thanks for clarifying
Forgot she’d witnessed that

NudeBaG wrote: Wed Jan 07, 2026 8:02 pm Thanks for clarifying
Forgot she’d witnessed that

You are not confused.
Only the afternoon spent with Scott is mentioned in the chapter about the fishing trip. It was just one afternoon in a multi-day camping
and fishing vacation. It will all be new material to learn about.

I too was getting the wrong end of the stick with the Uncle talk and thought we might be heading down a strange path but glad to see that's not the case here.

Still really enjoying this, Suzie is one of the classic characters I think. A girl who is in total control of the boy and basically has him wrapped around her finger ready to do anything she tells him to. Looking forward to seeing what happens next, is that really the last we'll see of Mom I wonder?

As a teen and still currently I have my own personal solution to the 'morning wood' problem. I have a large disposable plastic cup in the bathroom. Aim my stiff penis upward into the cup & let go.

When I lived at home, I had to hide the cup and later surreptitiously dispose of it in the trash. Now I own a condo with my own private bathroom so hiding the pee cup no longer creates this kind of issue.

NickTwisp wrote: Wed Jan 07, 2026 11:43 pm As a teen and still currently I have my own personal solution to the 'morning wood' problem. I have a large disposable plastic cup in the bathroom. Aim my stiff penis upward into the cup & let go.

I doubt there is such a disposable plastic cup for Scott to use. He'll have to wait until the erection goes away. Suzie will do everything she
can do prevent that from happening...including telling Scott stories of other dicks she has seen.

And remember...there is no lock on this bathroom door (Scott bursting in the see his mommy shaving a personal area).

Twas the Night Before Christmas
Chapter 24. Far Out Fishing Tale


Twas the night before Christmas, and what do I see
in the bathroom mirror my naked body is in front of me
my boner sticks up bobbing and throbbing so hard
if the window was larger I'd crawl out to the yard

Standing in front of the toilet bowl, I'm standing up in two different ways. I stand on my feet, and my pesky penis stands up as well. I've
been having a real hard time maintaining a limp dick. My unplanned holiday bedroom guest hasn't missed a trick, not a trick left untried when
it comes to keeping me hot and bothered inside.

I need to pee and I need it bad. Only Suzie won't leave me alone. She won't take her eyes off of me. What being looked at does to me has
been a long time curse. When other people stare at me it makes me nervous. It can also turn me on, especially when a pretty girl
glances at my crotch.

Suzie is back to being the talkative type. "All you have to do is make it go down". That is what she said, and yeah, right, I have control over
this thing. But then she stuns me again by saying right out loud she watched her uncle pee. Now that is a shocker, just like seeing
Frosty the Snowman eating Frosted Flakes cereal would be a shocker. This is so crazy an admission. Could it be a lie?

"What do you mean, you saw your uncle?" I had to ask.

"Remember the fishing trip a couple years ago at the lake. Well, he was there. Don't you want to know all about it?"

I was intrigued by this, how could I not be. "I'm sure you're going to tell me anyway. So have at it. I can't do anything with this right now,"
I looked down at the erection sticking out over the bowl but aimed way above the tank.

* * * * *

"It was the day after we swam together on that black innertube. My uncle showed up on the second day of our fishing trip. Maybe you
saw him. He's the tall, sort of skinny guy who wore the faded jeans cutoffs, the one who had a really deep tan and loads of muscles popping
out all over him. He's the one with the long hair...yeah, so you do remember him. Yep, he is my uncle.

Uncle Bradford is fifteen years younger than my dad. He's only eight years older than me. I guess that makes my uncle, um...nineteen
two years ago. He's more like a big brother than an uncle.

I went out on the boat, just me and uncle. It wasn't late in the day. The sun had more hours to go before going down. What my dad
didn't know is Uncle Bradford had been drinking beer. Maybe I should say nobody but me knew how many beers Bradford, I mean my
uncle had. He even put three cans of Budweiser into the fish cooler. I saw them when he opened up the cooler to get the container of
crickets.

Off we went to the middle of the lake, over near that small island. Nobody but us was out there. For an hour he fished. I learned how to
put a squirmy bug on a hook. I screamed the first time I plunged the hook into a cricket's body. Uncle Bradford laughed at me and downed
a full can of beer in only a few gulps. He caught a fish, a bass I think it was. After putting it into the cooler he downed another beer.
Yeah...he sure could put it away. Well anyway, an hour goes by and no more fish were biting. We did talk a lot. You know me, I talk a lot.
Before long the third can of beer lies crunched up on the bottom of the boat.

Uncle Bradford starts looking around. "Dang it. My bladder is about to bleepin' bust."

"Sounds like you have a problem, ha ha." Of course I have no sympathy. Guys sometimes get foul mouthed or snotty when they've been drinking.

He looks over across the lake in the direction of our campground. "Oh man, that's too far. I don't want to go back yet. There's still three
crickets left to use. I could jump into the water, pee like I always did in the swimming pool."

"Don't do that," I said. "Can't you just pee over the side of the boat?"

He got this funny look on his face. He glanced over at me, and he had to stop himself from laughing. "Oh man that is crazy" he said.
But then he looked around again trying to decide something. "This seat is too far from the side of the boat, and too low down."

"Can't you stand up? You stand up half the time when you're fishing."

"Okay, but don't tell anyone about this." Uncle Bradford hands me the fishing rod. He had just cast it out and the live bait was still flopping
around on the water surface. He stands up, and again he laughs and has to shut his mouth. He looks around. I look around, and there are
no boats nearby. "Now you watch that bait ya hear," he calls out to me. Then he unsnaps the worn out and faded jeans that were turned into
shorts. Unzipping is next.

Of course I pay no attention to the fishing rod. I couldn't care less how the dumb cricket is doing out on a last swim. I'm staring over at my
uncle as he spreads the shorts wide and lowers them. He doesn't have underwear. And then out it came. He pulled his dick out. It's the first
time I saw one on a grownup before.

"Don't rock the boat, please," Bradford says as the pee starts to fly.

My uncle pissed like a water fountain. The stream is strong and shoots way out. At first there are a few moans of relief, then he turned to look over at me staring at him. He grinned and moved one hand away from his penis, the one that partially blocked my view. Then he let go with the other hand and his dick sticks straight out and thick. Putting hands on top of his head my uncle watered the lake, must have added another gallon to it. I'm staring at him and he's looking back at me. When the stream trickles to nothing but drops he shakes it at least a dozen times. I could
tell it was starting to get stiff when Uncle Bradford tucked it back into his shorts. I was wishing I'd seen more. I really didn't see his balls much."

* * * * *

"So...what do you think of my story?"

I thought it was a great story, true or not. It sure sounded true. From what I know of her now, Suzie would not have complained about
seeing her uncle take a leak into a lake. Especially since her uncle was only nineteen at the time, that's more like seeing something naughty
being done by a cousin.

But back to the task at hand. In my hand is a dick that won't soften up. Suzie's fishy dick tale only took a few minutes to tell, and it was
interesting, fascinating and enough to keep me turned on. For some reason that girl telling me about scoping out some other guy's dick...that it
kept mine from going down. It just won't go down and like Suzie's uncle I need some relief.

"That isn't pointing down is it." Suzie states the obvious. "So tell me, Scotty. What do you normally do when you have a hardon on that won't go
away?'

I looked over at Suzie, not liking the direction of her thoughts.

"Don't all guys need to jerk off? I'm sure you do that. I can tell you need it."

I'm back to doing the silent thing. I don't want to talk about this. I certainly have a need, but I've never spoken about it to anybody, not
even my guy friends.

"You come over here by me," Suzie orders. "Stand in front of the sink."

Not knowing what else to do, I move over to stand in front of the sink. I'm tall enough my erection sticks over the edge of the sink counter
top. I stick way out over the basin. It points up toward the mirror.

"Don't let me stop you. Go ahead."

Suzie comes closer, and she presses her body against mine. The touch is exhilarating in its unexpectedness. This is forbidden stuff.
Me and a girl side by side in the bathroom as I consider whether or not I'm going to jerk off as she watches, as she touches me. Without
any more thinking my hand takes over. It's like seeing a different person in the mirror, a person who looks just like me, and this imposter is
grabbing his dick and stroking like a madman.

Nice!
I get it now.
While I still hope for you to subvert my expectations by letting things unfold naturally, I am starting to enjoy the little vignettes.
Making the uncle younger was a good call