Date: Sun, 22 Jan 2023 19:47:23 +0000 (UTC)
From: Gregory Eugene <gregoryeugene5@yahoo.com>
Subject: Elfin Fun

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Elfin Fun

I've been stuck at my sister for almost a week now. They can't seem to find
a plane that can anywhere near me or where I'm going.  I don't mind too
much, I don't have to be anywhere else. And both sisters seem to be
enjoying seeing me.  With the extra time together, my sisters are
reminiscing more than normal.  Their kids aren't demanding attention, not
they realize that they do. The family photo albums halve been pulled
out. The pictures have rekindled the memories. There are pictures that I
have never seen, or maybe just don't remember them.

One set of pictures were taken at the company Christmas party. My Dad's
company would host a party in the conference room. While the adults would
bunch up and talk, the kids would all get to visit with Santa. Kids 13 and
under would get a present. When I was 13 and talked to Santa, he and I
talked about football games. We agreed that Notre Dame didn't deserve to be
in the Cotton Bowl. Santa was cool with the older kids. He didn't embarrass
them. And he would let friends take pictures.

My Dad was one of the bosses and he had to stay most of the party. And
since I was destined to stay as long as my parents, I got volunteered to be
a Santa's helper. That meant either helping giving out cookies and punch or
helping Santa find the appropriate gift for the kid on his lap. In the
years before the helpers were in white shirts, black pants, elf hat, and
some weird tie with bells on it. We started a new tradition when it was my
turn to be an elf. We got to wear elf costumes. My Mom thought it was good
idea. I don't think she came up with the idea. One of the other women made
them. It was an elf tunic, hat, and shoes. I had a proper shirt underneath
but I showed up with dress pants. That didn't work, so I was told. Instead
of pants, it was going to be store bought tights.

My elfin partner was a friend. He was the son of another boss. Barry and I
were close friends since we were little kids. We were in the same classes
up until that year and we hadn't seen that much of each other like
before. He was a nice, sweet, and cute boy.  When younger, it was a routine
that we would pee at the same time in the same toilet or urinal. And that
even developed into holding and aiming each other as we peed.  It never got
more sexual than that.  I hit a growth spurt and he hadn't at that time. He
was still "kid sized". I was very happy to get to see him and talk about
things. We helped out setting things up and then the woman brought our elf
suits. We went to the restroom to change. We snickered at the
costumes. They looked pretty good. I remember saying that if we were going
to do it, we gotta do it all the way.  There was a lot of red and green,
the collar had a lot of points, the fake buttons were bright gold, and
snaps closed the front, matching hats and shoes, and the bottoms were
unopened green tights.

The tunic was short on me. It was the bigger one but it only came to my
hips. Somebody told the woman that Barry and I were almost the same size
but I was a little bigger.  She based the sized on Barry.  It was when I
put on the tights that a problem was evident. I don't mean that the problem
was Barry couldn't take his eyes off of me.  Barry pointed out that he
could see the whiteness of my underwear under the tights. He said I
probably didn't want people to see my underwear.  I looked in the mirror
and it did look bad. I could see the elastic and all the seams. I wasn't
going to to it like that, I didn't want to be embarrassed. Barry said it
would look better if I left them off. (He had on dark blue undies. I called
them panties.  And they looked alright on him. And his tunic covered a
lot.)

So I get naked from the waist down. Barry was really checking me out. That
made me start to chub up. He had a hold of his own junk. I don't think he
even knew that he was doing that. It took me awhile and both hands to get
the tights straightened out so that I could put them back on. I wasn't
completely boned up but I also didn't mind if Barry could see it. I was
pretty proud and didn't have anybody to show off to. I got the tights on
and Barry and I checked it out. Well, I sure couldn't see the white
underwear. I could see my bulge but in the mirror it didn't look like I had
to worry about it.  Barry just stared and didn't say anything for a minute.
Then I got his approval. We both commented on how weird it felt to wear
tights.

We spent hours hunting, bending over, crawling under, and grabbing wrapped
presents. Each bag or box had the age and gender of the intended
child. There were slow periods and we could walk around and visit but when
the shift changed, a whole other group of families came to the party. We
had to work hard again. My sisters and my Mom were taking pictures, mostly
of the kids on Santa's lap. I didn't realize how many pictures they took of
me.  At least not until we got looking at the photo albums, well, and the
pictures still in the envelopes.  The first words spoken when I saw those
pictures were, "Why didn't anybody tell me!?!"

My sisters were laughing.  They were laughing so hard that they had to hold
their bellies. They said that it was too funny and EVERYBODY was enjoying
it too much.

They had pictures of me bending over, showing my pink butthole. The
pictures clearly showed my dick. And with my dick in different
positions. Down when I wasn't excited. Up when I was excited, which also
showed my sack. You could even make out individual balls!  There were a
couple of pictures that my pubes could be detected. It was as if I had been
doing it naked!

I should have just stopped looking at the pictures but my sisters started
talking and telling stories. All of a sudden, I realized what was meant by
some of the things they said over the years. I thought they were weird when
they always said "Jingle BALLS" but I was now in on the private joke. It
wasn't just my sisters taking the pictures, they were both in some of the
pictures.  Then confirmed that our parents were well aware of the pictures
and enjoyed them quite a bit.

I'm too old now to have all that much shock or ego damage and I was halfway
enjoying hearing about that day from their perspective.

It was the events that happened after that party that I still have clear
memories of.

I rode home with Barry and his family. It had been a while since we had
slept over that it seemed like a good idea. We both had plenty of cookies,
punch, and candy canes at the party. We were on a sugar rush. And Barry was
interested at what he had been seeing most of the day.

Back then, I was about 5'8", skinny but had some nicely toned muscles. I
liked flexing and watching myself in the mirror. I hit puberty and grew a
lot right before. My previous year's school pants looked ridiculous on
me. It surprised us how much I had grown over summer. I had just a little
bit of peach fuzz on my face. I was just starting to fight off zits but my
skin was really nice. I started to really like seeing naked or nearly naked
people.

Barry was always cute. He had cheeks that always made me want to kiss them
or squeeze them. That was even before I had any other thoughts of sexual
activity. His blues eyes sparkled. His smile was so nice that I and other
people loved making him smile. He was probably 4 or 5 inches shorter than
me at that time. I hadn't seen him naked since a swim party at the end of
school.

We went to his room to change out of our elf outfits. He got talking about
bodies, dicks, tits, balls, and most anything sexual. It did bone me up. We
even talked about how good it felt to have air blowing through the tights
and how it was on balls. I said I'd wear them to school.

Barry had never been shy about talking to me about sexual stuff and body
stuff. We didn't know all that much about sexual stuff. Nakedness was along
our expertise. And as we got naked, I had a hard-on. I thought I was being
bold by letting it show. I said it was bigger than the last time he saw
it. I meant at the swim party. He said something that I now understand,
basically saying it was that afternoon when he saw it.  I wasn't nearly as
bold as he was. He reached out and rubbed his hand over my hard-on. It
wasn't the first time my dick had been handled but it was the first time
that it felt that good and almost made my knees to buckle.

It made Barry giggle. It made me gasp.

Barry was as naked and as hard as I was. He didn't have the little boy dick
that I had seen last but he wasn't huge. He also had a very cute line of
pubes right above his hard-on. His dickhead was round and pink. He was
probably 4 inches long.

Dick growth, balls getting big and heavy, and getting boners was our topics
of conversation for a while. We were both amazed at how often a hard-on
would appear everyday. Then Barry said he wanted to show me something.  We
got on his bed and leaned back on the headboard. He didn't wait long before
he had a grip on my dick. He said it was really going to be cool what
happens. He said this was called "jacking off".  He had asked if I "pulled
my pud" but I didn't know what that meant. I knew the process and the
result, just not what it was called. I liked the process and result. And
right then, I loved the process when it was done by someone other than me.

Barry was really working on me. His motion wasn't all that great. He said
it was because mine was so much bigger.  I wanted it to last much
longer. Since he thought that I hadn't experience this before, he told me
to not worrying about peeing, just let him go all the way.  I started shoot
and he kept on stoking. That made me cry out. I never did that before. And
I had a big load that flew all over. I had to hold his hand still or I was
going to scream.

He apologized for going long. He said he knew how it feels and always
wanted to keep going to see what is next. But he can't, he has to stop.

I would have laid back and rested but he asked me to do it to him. I still
remember that I was amazed at how hard his dick was. I used only a couple
of fingers to jack him.  I was watching closely as he was cuming. He didn't
squirt, it just sort of oozed out. He reacted like it was shooting.

We didn't get supper that night. We stayed naked and played with each other
until well after midnight.  I was amazed at how nice it was with another
person. We did end up falling asleep while stroking. It was taking so long
to cum (we decided we were just empty).

That was the first time with another person. And Barry and got together
more after that.