Date: Thu, 10 Jan 2019 18:16:51 +0000 (UTC) From: Simon Wright Subject: CHRISTMAS WITH JACK The usual warnings about age restrictions in your area apply. If you enjoy this story and others on this site, please consider making a donation to Nifty. CHRISTMAS WITH JACK I thought I would write you a short post script to my SUNBATHING story, a sort of Christmas special. I am writing this a few days after New Year 2019 to let you know how Jack and I spent our Christmas together. Since the end of the SUNBATHING story, some time has passed and now Jack has moved in with me. ******************* Christmas Day morning Jack woke me coming into our bedroom wearing nothing but a big smile and a Santa hat. What a lovely sight to greet my eyes on Christmas morning. `I've brought you a cup of tea,' he said getting back into bed. I smiled, feeling so lucky to have such a considerate partner. When we had finished our tea, we snuggled down together, fondling each other and quickly we were both sporting erections. He caressed my cock, fully retracting my foreskin and passing his fingers across my swelling cock head. I lay back basking in the pleasure he was bringing me, feeling the joy of his presence and the tender affection he always showed me. I hoped that he would waste no time in bringing me to climax – that would be the perfect way to begin Christmas. But no. Instead, once he had brought me to the edge, he got out of bed and went to his wardrobe. `Here's your first present.' I felt the package wondering what was in it. It was soft, as if it contained something made of cloth, but it definitely wasn't the jumper that I had been dropping none-too-subtle hints about. I ripped the gift wrap off and inside I found a pair of black wet-look stretchy leggings. Without a moment's hesitation, I leapt from the bed to try them on. God, they were lovely and a perfect fit. When I had pulled them all the way up, I posed for him, at the same time running my hands across my arse and looking down admiringly at how my erection was put on display behind the stretchy material. Nothing was left to the imagination. Jack came over and said, `Let me see how they fit. Stand still while I check.' I stood there with my legs parted while he knelt down and ran his hands around each ankle in turn. He moved upwards, fondling my calves and thighs. Shivers of pleasure ran through my whole body when he turned his attention to my groin. He groped my balls, tickled my cock which was held in a firm grip by the tight material. He teased the sensitive cock head. Pulling me towards him so that our chests were touching, he kissed me passionately on the lips while fondling my buttocks. I rubbed my enclosed cock against his free-range shaft. We were both enjoying this moment of sexual excitement. `Good,' he said with satisfaction. `They are a good fit.' He stood back looking at me carefully. He walked round me inspecting me. I was becoming more excited, being on display and inspected by my lover. Yes, he certainly understood my exhibitionist tendencies. `Go and have a shower,' he suggested, `while I get breakfast. When you get dressed, please wear those for me.' I gave him an inviting smile as I went to the bathroom to shave and shower. While I was towelling off, I wondered what I should wear to suit my new sexy leggings. As I stood in front of my wardrobe, I studied the contents. I rejected so many tops, throwing them on the bed in an untidy pile. I tried on several t-shirts and still couldn't find what I was looking for. Finally I came upon the very thing, a compression top, red with white flashes down the sides. I pulled it over my torso and admired the effect in in the mirror. I was pleased with my reflection. I was fully covered from head to foot, but simultaneously I was fully on display. My pecs and abs were outlined. I looked lower and admired my calves and thighs which were, I had to admit, quite shapely. And my bulge! - how it turned me on to see myself fully revealed. I watched as the bulge grew. I turned my back to the mirror and looked over my shoulder to inspect the rear view. The seaming on the leggings was wonderful: the centre seam separated my buttocks and there was extra stitching running below each buttock. The effect was to emphasise the curves of my rear. Immodestly I found the whole sight very horny and as I turned to look at my front again, it was necessary to reach into the front to adjust my cock into a more vertical, more comfortable position inside the restriction of the leggings. `Breakfast's ready.' I quickly put on a pair of white trainers and went downstairs. I found Jack in the kitchen about to pour coffee to accompany the croissants, which I could smell heating in the oven. `Come and sit down,' he said. `By the way, you do look very sexy. You really enjoy being on display, don't you?' I smiled. We both knew my weakness for exhibitionism. But I couldn't resist pointing out that he was wearing only a Santa hat and an apron – and that the front of the apron was rather tented. `I think there is another exhibitionist here too,' I grinned. While we were eating, Jack's hand kept straying onto my thigh. I didn't object. How could I? He was pressing all my buttons by having me dress in revealing clothing, playing with my erogenous zones and from time to time licking my ear. I was soon throbbing with excitement and again I needed to readjust the position of my knob. Jack brushed my hands away and himself pulled out the waistband, reached inside and grasped my shaft, stroking it a few times before pulling it straight and replacing the waistband. `Calm down,' he said. `We have all day. Could you do the washing up while I get myself clean?' I quickly cleared the breakfast things away, listening to the water from the shower splashing off Jack's body. I imagined the streams of clean water washing away the suds, coursing over his succulent muscles, flowing down and between his buttocks and down his semi-erect cock. How I longed to join him to make it a full erection! So I undressed on the landing and went in to join him. Pushing aside the shower curtain, I stood next to him under the hot water, letting my hands explore his torso, enjoying rubbing my hands softly across his pecs and abs. He leaned back to rest against my chest while I reached down for his lovely cock. I massaged his cock head and fondled his balls. He was groaning with pleasure and his hands found their way behind him to treat me in the same way. He turned to face me and putting his hands on my shoulders, he gently pressed down. My knees bent and soon I was kneeling feasting my eyes on that gorgeous cock which gave me so much pleasure, whether just to handle it, or to suck it or to surrender my arse to it. Willingly I gave in to his wishes and I grasped it with my hand, using some shower gel as a lubricant to tease and tickle him. I licked his balls and ran my lips along his shaft until I was able to tease his cock head with my tongue. I was spurred on by the moans of pleasure he was making. I took the head into my mouth and slowly took its whole length into me. Pinching gently on his nipples with one hand and massaging his balls with the other, I started a steady rhythm up and down along the length of his shaft. My own member was straining to cum, but I refrained from pleasuring myself – I wanted this moment to be especially for Jack and for his pleasure. However, he must have been aware of my needs, because he stood me up and turned me around to face the shower cubicle wall. As I leaned there, I felt one then two fingers enter my arse. He was using as a lubricant the water which was pouring over us both, to loosen me up for him to enter. The fingers were withdrawn and then I felt his cock head pressing against my sphincter. His finger work had succeeded and soon he entered me. A long leisurely fuck session followed and Jack's hand reached round my hips and grasped my throbbing cock. He matched the strokes on my cock with the rhythm of his own thrusts into my behind. He entered deeper and deeper inside me until I could feel his balls pressing against my rear. His stroking of my cock became more frantic in timing with his strokes into my arse. I was moaning with double pleasure – the work on my cock blending in with the massage my prostate was receiving. I gasped, `I'm cumming.' And as I erupted against the wall of the cubicle, the tightening of my sphincter pushed Jack over the edge and his juices flow into me. He held me tight in a warm embrace while we came down from our orgasmic high. ****** A little later, after we had eaten our Christmas dinner, we were in the sitting room, finishing a bottle of Shiraz, listening to some Christmas music, cuddling and in a leisurely way opening our presents. `Here's one last gift for you,' he said, handing me a very small parcel. I opened it to discover a very small thong – a small pouch at the front with soft strings round the waist and between the buttocks. `Go on. Put it on,' he encouraged me. I happily agreed. It was extremely revealing. I was effectively naked, apart from the pouch which barely could contain my genitals when soft. Of course, as I stood there showing Jack how it looked, an erection was inevitable and soon the end of my cock was peeking out above the `waistband'. Jack approached me, pulling me into a passionate kiss and rubbing his crotch against my own cock, causing it to grow until the pouch was only acting as a sling for my balls. `You look lovely,' he smiled. I reddened with pleasure at his compliment, enjoying too the obscene display I was giving him. Suddenly, completely out of the blue, Jack said, `By the way, I've invited a couple of people round for a drink this afternoon. They'll be here about now. I doubt if they'll stay too long so we'll have plenty of time for a film or two this evening.' I must admit that I was slightly upset that Jack had sprung these unexpected guests on me without notice. I had been looking forward to a quiet day of intimacy just with him. `I'm just going up to dress,' I said. `No. Don't do that. You look so good just as you are. But I will go up and change into something smarter' Reluctantly I stayed downstairs and just a couple of minutes later the doorbell rang. Jack called downto me to go and answer it. How I hoped that it was Jack's surprise guests and not one of the neighbours. I stood behind the door to open it, hoping to at least partially disguise my effective nudity. It was a great relief to see Mike and Mitch there. Jack and I had met them a few times since our encounter on the beach and I had grown to like them a lot. They came in and smiled at my lack of decent clothing. `Very nice,' Mike uttered appreciatively (I had learned how to tell them apart!). Both of them ran exploratory fingers across my chest and the overloaded pouch. I ushered them into the sitting room and served them drinks. I sat between them on the sofa. My initial embarrassment at my indecent lack of clothing had evaporated and I revelled in being semi-naked between two fully clothed guys, especially when they both let their hands wander over my thighs. A frisson of excitement ran through me as this exploration of my nakedness moved to my crotch. Mike began rubbing my balls which were tightly enclosed in the pouch, while Mitch used the gentlest of fingertip touches to stimulate the head of my cock, causing a steady flow of precum. Despite the almost uncontrollable pleasure I was feeling at the hands of these good-looking guys, I made myself turn some attention to them: I began fondling the swellings which were becoming very obvious in their groins. As if moved by a single will (I guess that this often happens with identical twins), they each unbuttoned their flies to give my probing hands access to their cocks. Immediately they returned to working on me again. Jack came back in, grinning when he saw us. `I wondered why I could hear so much moaning, but now I understand. I am glad you like seeing Simon wearing my present, but maybe you think he'd look better naked.' I needed no other hint. The restriction of the pouch on my cock was becoming uncomfortable, so I stood up and pushed the brief garment to the floor. Standing there fully naked and exposed in front of the guys made my engorged cock twitch with excitement. Jack and the twins quickly stripped off and stood round me. Jack applied slight downward pressure to my shoulders and I happily knelt there with three cocks to play with. Three cocks, one mouth and two hands. It all seemed so right. For the next half hour or so I remained on my knees, slowly turning in a circle, giving each one in turn the benefit of my mouth and hands. Once I felt that the cock I was sucking was getting close to climax, I would move round to the next one, trying to moderate the handjob to keeping that guy just on the edge without going over. My own cock remained untouched, but I was fully erect, enjoying sucking and wanking delicious cocks. Even so, I could feel that I was getting close. I warned them and they got me to lie flat on the floor. Looking up I saw all three of them wanking furiously. Mike came first and as his first shot splattered on my chest my untouched cock erupted. I was closely followed by Jack and Mitch. The others all collapsed into an exhausted heat on the sofa while I remained lying there on the floor, physically drained and covered with copious loads of spunk. After a while Jack got to his feet and brought us all more drinks – very necessary after our exertions! Jack said to the twins, `We are going to the Bell for lunch tomorrow. Would you like to join us?' The twins happily agreed and not long after that, they left. For the rest of the day Jack and I lazed around the house - intimate cuddles and intense kissing while watching a couple of our favourite films. ****** On Boxing Day when we had showered and had a leisurely breakfast, we both went upstairs to get dressed. At Jack's insistence I put on the leggings he had given me the previous day and the same compression top. `Are you sure this is the right outfit for the Bell? It's a very respectable pub and I guess there will be families there today.' But Jack insisted. Just before 12.30, the twins arrived at the door and we all set off to the Bell with Mike driving. Jack and I were in the back seat and his delight in grasping my bulge ensured that I had a full blown erection by the time we arrived. In order to conceal my erection as much as possible, I walked in close behind Jack with the twins behind me. When we were shown to the table Jack had reserved for us, I quickly grabbed the corner seat, so that, with Jack on my left and Mitch on my right and the table pulled in close, my risk of being seen below the waist would be minimised. Jack ordered a bottle of wine which we started on while we were looking at the menus. Jack and I as the vegetarians in the party—in my case mostly vegetarian—both chose the gnocchi. (Note to Mark – I resisted the steak and ale pie!) The restaurant was very busy so the waitress warned us that there could be a delay in the meals being ready. We were in no hurry and we had a bottle of wine to keep us relaxed. The conversation flowed easily, as always happens when good friends get together. We chatted about everything and nothing. For me the pleasure of being with my partner and two friends was enhanced when Jack and Mitch began fondling my thighs. My erection which had subsided somewhat returned. The restriction of the leggings was becoming uncomfortable, so I reached under the table to adjust it into a more comfortable position. Jack moved my hand away, saying, `I'll do that for you.' And he lifted his hand to my bulge. He rubbed it forcing a quiet moan from my lips. While stroking me through the tight material he moved my cock to a vertical position. When he brought his hand away he examined his fingers suspiciously. Then he returned them to where the outline of my cock head was clearly visible and rubbed all around it. Again I gasped and moaned and again Jack inspected his fingers. He smelled them and then licked them. `I thought so,' he said, rather too loud for my comfort. `You're leaking precum.' Turning to Mitch, he added, `Why don't you feel down there to see what you think.' Mitch didn't hesitate. Once more my shaft was manipulated, but this time Mitch's touch was less gentle, more vigorous. I lay back with my head resting on the back of the seat while I enjoyed Mitch's manipulation of my cock head. He seemed determined to extract as much precum as possible. Then Mitch turned to his brother and with a wicked grin said, `I think Jack is right. Maybe you would like to check for precum.' With that, Mike got up and leaned across Mitch in order to check out my groin. Several of the other guests looked over to see what was causing all this unexpected activity at our table. My face burned with embarrassment. Mike was just as vigorous with his examination of my groin. When he withdrew his fingers, he looked at them and turned to me holding them out in my direction. `Lick it off. It belongs to you.' Despite the interested gazes of the people at the tables nearby, I complied, turning more and more red. When he sat down, Mike suggested that we should play a game. He explained that he had some questions prepared. Each person had to answer the questions truthfully. Each person who answered Yes had to remove an article of clothing. If there was any hesitation, two items would be forfeited. Jack and Mitch gleefully agreed. I was not so sure: they were all fully dressed, whereas I was wearing only leggings, a top and a pair of trainers. However, they wouldn't let me sit this game out. `Right. Question no 1. Who reads stories on Nifty?' There was a scrabbling under the table as all four of us undid and removed a shoe. `No 2. Who has submitted stories to Nifty?' I looked around. The others were just smiling back at me, so reluctantly I removed my other trainer. This was getting serious: I was now wearing only two items and I didn't think that I could remove my top in the restaurant. That meant that the next time I answered Yes, I would have to be naked from the waist down in a public place. `No 3,' went on Mike with a wicked grin on his face – he was fully aware of my predicament. `Whose middle name is Paul?' With relief I watched both Jack and Mike remove a second shoe. `No 4. Who wants Simon to remove his leggings?' All three of them reached down to take off a sock and I smiled, although I was sure that my exposure was only delayed in order to increase the tension. `Question 5,' said Mike. My cock was throbbing with the tension of what I felt sure would be the moment when I would be forced to remove my leggings, to sit there fully exposed, with only a tight-fitting top as a sop to decency. At this moment, a temporary reprieve came in the form of our dinners. We all tucked in to the delicious food and more wine was drunk. A second bottle was ordered and quickly brought to our table. Ever the worrier, I was relieved that Mike had changed to mineral water, so whatever I was subjected to later on, we would at least stand a chance of getting home without a crash. Once we had finished our main courses, the waitress took our orders for desserts. `While we're waiting,' said Mike, `let's get on with the game. Question 5. who has a friend called Mark?' The other three each removed a sock. I thought hard and couldn't think of anyone I knew with that name. I smiled with relief until Jack said, `What about that guy you have been emailing? You know. One of the guys who contacted you about your Sunbathing story on Nifty.' `Oh yes,' I said reluctantly. `But I've never met him. He can't count as a friend.' `Oh I think he does,' said Jack. And Mike added, `And hesitation means you have to remove two garments.' `I can't sit here topless,' I protested. `OK, then. One garment and a forfeit.' He thought for a moment and then added, `You must remove your leggings, pass them under the table to me and then you must cum.' The others smiled and nodded their agreement. For a moment I was shocked, numbed with the horror of the suggestion, but then my cock cancelled any remaining good sense I had. As subtly as I could, I shuffled my leggings down to my ankles and passed them under the table to Mike who seemed to be taking pleasure in being my number one tormentor. To my horror he didn't hide them on his lap, but he held them up, shook them and folded them carefully over the back of a nearby vacant chair. `Now your forfeit,' he added. Beetroot red I began stroking my throbbing cock. I was so turned on by the possibility of exposure, I knew it would only take a few strokes to bring me to climax. I tried to stifle my moans of pleasure as my hand frantically pumped up and down on my member. It was slick with the copious amounts of precum I had produced and with this lubrication, my masturbation was even more pleasurable than usual. I was close, very very close and then I saw the waitress approaching with our desserts. Now I had passed the point of no return. My orgasm was inevitable, so I tucked my pulsating cock under my top and watched aghast as my cum stain spread over the lower part of it. As she placed our desserts before us, the waitress looked at me with an expression of concern. `Are you alright?' she asked. `You look very red and you seem to be having problems breathing.' `I'm OK,' I gasped, hoping that she would just go away. Thankfully I heard the others reinforce my assurance, explaining that I had had too much to drink, which was probably true. Finally she went off. Mike passed me my leggings and we all struggled to put on assorted socks and shoes while trying not look make too much of a spectacle of ourselves. The last thing Jack and I wanted was to be banned from this very nice pub. After this there isn't much more to say. We drank coffee. Jack paid the bill. Mike drove us home and he and Mitch left soon after. The rest of the day Jack and I lounged on the sofa and cuddled.