Date: Wed, 13 Dec 2000 00:53:00 -0800 (PST) From: einhard Subject: Christmas quickies Christmas quickies (t/t, oral, anal) by einhard Part I: The concert It was December 22nd, and there was a concert in our little church. Some has-been tenor braying the old, familiar hymns and carols. Billy and I were back in the choir by now, and this was our first Christmas concert since our voices broke some years ago. We were both fifteen, Billy a short, baby-faced little tenor, me a great big strapping baritone. We were standing in the middle row of the small choir, and as the tenor was preparing for one of his solos, a devilish idea struck me. I leaned over and whispered in Billy's ear: "Let's do it!" "Do what?" "Let's take Matt up on that dare from yesterday." His mouth fell open. "You're absolutely crazy!" he whispered furiously. "Yeah" I answered, a big grin on my face. The tenor was just about to begin, as I sank to my knees in front of Billy. "O Holy Night The stars are brightly shining" the tenor sang. "Not very bright under this cassock Billy's wearing" I thought to myself. I located his zipper and pulled it down. "It is the night of our Savior's birth" "Dark as the night in here, all right. Oh, well, dark for dark deeds." I reached inside to find Billy's cock and pull it out. Not so easy, when the pants are tight and the cock is pointing downwards, hard as a rock. "Long lay the world in sin and error pining" "Here's a bit of sin for you." I had it out by now, and quickly gulped the straining pecker down, eliciting a small gasp from Billy. I reckoned all the choir boys had a pretty good idea what was happening. "'Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth "It has appeared and disappeared again, down my throat." I almost chuckled to myself. Me sucking Billy's dick in church, with the whole congregation present. Matt Daniels would be in a quandary now. He'd told us that if I would suck Billy in church during service, he'd fuck me in the High Street in broad daylight. I was looking forward to that. "A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices" Thrill, throb, it's all the same. Billy was sure throbbing as I bobbed up and down on him underneath the cassock. Rejoicing too, I hoped. "For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn." It's not exactly new. The first time I sucked Billy off, we were only eight. But glorious? Oh, yeah. Fat, hard and glorious. "Fall on your knees, O hear the angels voices." Whoa! Don't take it literally, Billy. Can't have you falling on your knees here and now, even if you are cumming. "O night divine, O night when Christ was born" The tenor was braying worse than ever. It sounded like he was the one shooting volleys of cum instead of Billy sending them down my throat. "O night divine, O night divine, O night divine." There, that's the primal screaming over, and all the sweet teenage sperm safely in my belly. Yum! I released Billy, licked my lips and got up. He had a dazed look, like he didn't know where he was. Matt looked like he'd just fallen from the sky. Hell, so did the other nine boys, especially the little ones. "Your debt is due tomorrow" I whispered to Matt, giving his hard pecker a little pat before I took my place again, ready for the next song. Part II: Shopping for Christmas Well, the concert was a breeze. Thankfully, the choir only had two more songs to perform after I had performed a blow job on Billy, so our rather strained singing wasn't as noticeable as it might have been. But now it was another day, and things had escalated a bit. I didn't really think Matt would have the guts to fuck my ass on the High Street in broad daylight, not with all the Christmas shoppers around, but he'd been adamant that that was just what he was going to do. So here we were: Billy, 15, my boyfriend of seven years; Matt, 14, occasional fuck buddy; Sean, 12, to whom I had given a blow job or two over the past few months (can't let the growing generation miss out on valuable parts of their education); Tom and Randy, 11 year old twins, just curious hangers-on; and me, Charlie Tavener, 15, enfant terrible. "Wear something long with a split down the back" Matt had told me. I had actually found something in the back of my dad's closet. Good thing he was my height, so it fit me okay. It sure looked silly, though. Ah, well, to get fucked in public, this was a small price to pay. So here we were, in the High Street. Not much of a street; it's only a small town. But it sure was busy. Hell, I knew practically every person I could see. A challenge to young Matthew, this. Matt led us up the street for a while, then stopped. "This is the spot", he told us. It was an extra wide portion of the sidewalk, with a wooden fence concealing a disused yard. It used to be a parking lot, but now it was closed. "Charlie, you stand right in front of this!" Matt commanded, pointing to a big, oblong hole in the fence where parts of two boards were missing. "Then you, Billy and Sean stand here and sing some Christmas songs. Billy and Sean in front, Charlie behind you. Randy and Tom will come with me to watch." "C'm on, Matt! We wanna watch, too!" whined Sean. "You can't all watch. Somebody has to cover up, so we don't get caught." "Okay." Sean hung his head. "But if you do it right, I might let you have a piece of this tonight" said Matt, pointing to his midriff. "Cool" grinned Sean. "Fine. Me, Randy and Tom are gonna get into the yard now. I'll let you know when we're ready." I nodded. Despite the fact that I'd shot my load in Billy's mouth (once) and ass (twice) the previous night, I was getting really excited now. Fortunately, the coat was wide enough to conceal a lot. "We're here. Get ready!" came a whisper from behind the fence after a couple of minutes. "Okay, boys, "The Little Drummer Boy"" I announced. This was one of the Christmas songs we knew best. Come they told me Pa rum pum pum pum A hand was coming through the hole in the fence, inserting itself through the split in this ridiculous old coat. A new born King to see Pa rum pum pum pum The hand was at the front of my pants, popping open the button and sliding down the zipper. Shit! Cold! I hoped this wasn't gonna take long Our finest gifts we bring Pa rum pum pum pum It was a fine piece of meat that I was getting, all right. To lay before the King Pa rum pum pum pum, "To fuck before the crowd" I thought, fighting to keep a serious look on my mug. Quite a few people were gathering to listen. There was Mrs Brown, my English teacher, and old Mr Harrison, our neighbor from across the street. rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum Matt sure was getting on with the "rum, pum" in my bum. He had slid my briefs down a bit, and was lubing me up, two fingers gliding gently in and out. So to honor Him Pa rum pum pum pum Here was the precious piece of meat, come to do the honors. He was positioning the head at my asshole. Yes! It was inside, at least the head, and now the shaft, too. I sure was glad I had lots of experience getting fucked. When we come Which would probably be soon. Little baby Now, that was totally inappropriate. Nothing "little" about the glorious cock sliding in and out of me here. Pa rum pum pum pum Rum, pum, pum is right. I am a poor boy too That's okay. A fuck is free; even poor boys can afford it. Pa rum pum pum pum He was going hard and fast. I could feel myself flushing. There's something to be said for black skin; it won't get red so easily. I have no gift to bring Pa rum pum pum pum Matt would be showering my insides with the gift of himself soon, though. That's fit to give our King That's a rich gift. Pa rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum Oh, yeah, keep movin' man! Rum, pum and all that. Shall I play for you Play for me, on me, in me, whatever. I wished somebody would play with me in front, too. The briefs were torturing my own fuck stick. Pa rum pum pum pum On my drum Drumstick, you mean. Mary nodded Pa rum pum pum pum The people in the crowd were nodding and smiling. Me, I put on my angelic face. Always was good at that. The ox and lamb kept time Randy and Tom liked that one. They were keeping time now. I could hear their excited, rhythmic whispering: "In, out, in, out." Pa rum pum pum pum I played my drum for Him The drumstick in me was playing on all of me, that was for sure. Pa rum pum pum pum I played my best for Him "Oh, yeah, Matt, give me your best!". I was getting worried people would hear his panting, so I increased the volume a little bit, Sean and Billy following at once. Rigorous training will do that for you. The rigor was increasing for the young guy fucking my black ass, too. Any second, now. Pa rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum Yeah, fast strokes. Oh, man, now my balls were drawing upward in their sack, too. Hell, was I about to cum in my briefs? I nearly lost my composure, but with an effort kept going. Then He smiled at me Pa rum pum pum pum All the gods were smiling at us now, not to mention the little crowd of listeners. That twitching in my ass could only mean one thing: Matt was unloading inside me. Funny, couldn't hear anything. He probably had a mitten in his mouth or something. Me and my drum Me and my cum, meanwhile, were parting company. All of a sudden the geyser erupted inside my briefs. I buckled slightly, but stayed on my feet with an effort. This had never happened before, and it was so intense, I wasn't even sure it felt good. Whew! Matt seemed to have regained his composure, because he was pulling out, and soon he had me all dressed and decent again. I sure hoped the cum in my underwear wasn't about to freeze or something. That would really screw up this glorious day. Ah, well, it wasn't exactly a full length concert, this. We could wrap it up anytime. I sank to my knees, pretending I had to tie up my shoelaces, and glanced through the hole in the fence. My, what a sight! Randy was on his knees, pants down, pulling furiously on his little boy prick, and sucking his brother, who was just turning vermilion and bucking his hips. Wow! This sure was promising for the years to come (cum). Not to mention for the holiday season. This story is copyrighted by einhard, December 2000. All rights reserved. Any comments? Contact me at: einhard@excite.com