Date: Wed, 13 Dec 2000 00:53:00 -0800 (PST)
From: einhard <einhard@excite.com>
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