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22 December 2018 - Club Red Christmas Part 18
By: Jack Date: December 22, 2018, 4:30 pm
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[center]A Club Red Christmas
by Jack Wells[/center]
From Aunt Linda and Uncle Dave’s dining room, you could see the
Christmas tree. They didn’t have a fireplace, but there was
this arch between the living room and dining room, and they had
that decorated with garland and lights, and it kind of framed
the tree. Besides all their gifts, a bit to one side, there
were 14 more packages - the ones for us or the ones we’d brought
with us - that were going to be opened tonight.
Dinner was great. We’d all had to help (even the little kids
had to set the table), but Mom and Aunt Linda did most of the
work. It was a pretty fancy meal with roast chicken, roast pork
loin, new potatoes, green bean casserole, broccoli and rice,
candied yams,
After dinner, Aidan and I had to help clear the table, while the
little kids went and got cleaned up. Aidan and I were supposed
to get cleaned up as well, but the adults must have figured we
wouldn’t take as long as the kids. At least Aidan had a
half-bath off his bedroom, so we didn’t have to worry about
sharing. We were finishing up loading the dishwasher, after Mom
and Aunt Linda went to wash up, but it didn’t take us long to
finish our part after they’d emptied the last of the dishes.
We rushed up to his room and laid out our Christmas pajamas.
They were pretty bad. Mine were green with Christmas lights.
His were light blue with snowmen. Both of them had footies and
drop seats. We both agreed it was a good thing our friends
couldn’t see us.
“You wanna go first?” he asked, after we’d groaned over the
pajamas and started getting undressed.
“You wanna go together?” I suggested.
Aidan might be shy, and we already had plans for after the
lights were out, but we both knew how good it felt just to have
someone wash your back.
He agreed.
Twenty minutes later, we were clean and dry, dressed and
downstairs before Aunt Linda chivied the last of the kids to
join us. While we’d been gone, plates of fudge and sausage
balls and veggies and dips had been put out. I was shocked at
the idea that the adults thought we’d have room for more, as I
popped a couple of the sausage balls into my mouth.
They didn’t have a fireplace, but they still dimmed the lights,
so it was mostly the tree lighting things up. They were playing
a pretty decent playlist - mostly of Mannheim Steamroller and
Trans Siberian Orchestra, but with some kid stuff and some
‘classic stuff’, so everyone was mostly happy.
Because there weren’t a lot of gifts, they made a big production
out of it. One at a time, starting with the youngest, Uncle
Dave passed out the gifts, and we all watched as each one was
opened, clapping and congratulating, oohing and ahhing as we
went.
My first gift was from Tristan - a few packs of Magic: the
Gathering cards. I hadn’t been playing Magic long, so I didn’t
have nearly as many of those as I did YuGiOh cards, so it was
great to get them. My second gift was really cool though. It
was called Temple Trap, and it was kind of a board game puzzle,
where you tried to work your explorer through like sixty
different death traps. You had to solve all of them before you
were finished, so it didn’t seem like something I’d get bored of
quick.
“Thanks, Uncle Dave, A…”
“Thank your aunt, sport. I’m horrible at picking out gifts. If
it’s something you hate, I probably chose it. If you love it,
it was her.”
Even opening one at a time, it wasn’t even twenty gifts, and it
was barely an hour before we were finished. Dad and Uncle Dave
agreed with me and Aidan that we were Christmas movied out, so
the four of us played Uno, while the rest of them watched
Rudolph or something like that.
Even sleeping some in the car, it had been a long day, and the
kids started pooping out around 9:30 pm. We played one more
hand of Uno, but the adults claimed they were getting tired
themselves (probably just wanted to get rid of us so they could
play adult games or something), so me and Aidan got sent to his
room.
Aidan’s bedroom was in a corner, and it was a bit cooler than
the rest of the house, so the pajamas actually felt nice. That
didn’t mean I was going to leave them on, though.
As soon as I started taking mine off, he followed suit.
“Are we going to put our boxers on?”
“We could, but aren’t we just going to take them off again.”
I turned while I spoke, so he could see I was already hard.
He looked down, looked back up, and smiled.
“Say, Craig?”
I looked at him while trying to balance on one foot and get the
jammies off.
“Yeah?”
“Did I spank you too hard this afternoon?”
I shook my head. “Why?”
“‘Cause I kind of want to try spanking you standing up, like you
did me this afternoon.”
I thought about us doing sixty-nine with my butt stinging.
“Okay, but it’s gotta be more than just twelve swats, and you
gotta get my leg some.”
He slid his jammies down, showing I wasn’t the only one who was
hard, then held up his left arm. I stepped over and bent down
so he could wrap his arm around me.
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Re: 22 December 2018 - Club Red Christmas Part 18
By: Adric Date: July 16, 2019, 7:27 pm
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Hot little boys aren't missing any opportunities. [emoji48]
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