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24 December 2018 - A Club Red Christmas Part 20
By: Jack Date: December 24, 2018, 1:13 am
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School ended at 1:15, but I didn’t arrive at the clubhouse until
about 1:45, since I had to run home first. Even then, we
weren’t the last ones to arrive.
“Merry Christmas,” Rick greeted us. “Gifts on the side table,
snacks in the front. And you must be Logan,” he added, holding
out his hand.
Logan had been holding the cookies his mom had made, while
trying to take a gift out of his backpack, and he paused, trying
to juggle those and shake Rick’s hand. I took mercy on him and
grabbed the plate. He smiled his thanks at me.
“Craig,” Rick said, helping me put the snacks down, while Logan
took my gift and his and put them on the table where a small
tree was displayed. “Have you met Matt?”
I hadn’t, though I knew who Matt was. He was a friend of Dan’s,
who Dan had wanted to bring into the club. It was that… That
and our little adventure last weekend, which had made me enquire
about inviting Logan.
I turned towards where Rick was waving, and saw a Hispanic boy a
bit shorter than me. I mean, I say he was Hispanic; he had
black hair, medium brown skin, and deep brown eyes. I guess he
could have been some other minority but… you know. Texas.
Mexico. Occam’s Razor….
Anyway, Dan was introducing him around, so we shook hands and
said hello.
“It’s a great clubhouse. I can’t believe you built it
yourselves.”
“It was really Rick and Jerry who did most of the work and
planning before they ever started the club,” I explained,
looking around.
The clubhouse looked great.
To start with, it really was well built. Ricky had told me a
lot about how they’d done it. It’s not that they were
carpenters or anything, just that Jerry is really smart, and he
watched a lot of home project and DIY type videos on Youtube
before they started. Most of what they’d used had been free
stuff, like wooden pallets and scrap lumber, but they’d been
really careful to match things up and not use bad stuff. Since
I’d been a member, we’d done a few repairs and painted.
It was different now though. We had windows that could be
opened for fresh air and light, but the shutters were usually
closed when we were going to be playing, just in case. Right
now, only one was open, because there were several trees in
front of it, and it was hard to see into anyway. That way, we
had at least some light. Real light, I mean. We had several
battery operated lights, and they were all on this afternoon.
Because we don’t have electricity, there weren’t a lot of
Christmas lights, but there were a couple that must have run on
batteries, and there was a lot of garland, some hung with pine
cones, some with colorful balls, and some that were just plain.
The table with the food on it even had this red tablecloth with
green and gold Christmas designs.
It all looked really great, but my attention was really caught
by the other table. It held a small Christmas tree with
blinking lights, and al those wrapped gifts were stacked around
it.
“You warm enough?” I asked Logan as we looked around.
He nodded.
“Let’s get ready then.”
To the back of the room, there was a closet rod with hangers on
it, and milk crates below. I toed out of my shoes and put them
in an empty crate, then hung my jacket above it. Logan watched
for a second, then followed suit. He slowed down when I took
off my shirt, and stopped when I started removing my pants.
“Craig…?”
I gestured around, and he looked to see that we weren’t the only
people getting undressed. On the other hand, he seemed nervous
that he was the smallest one in the clubhouse, which made it a
good thing that Jake came in right then.
Jake was carrying a couple of big bowls of dip, which he’d
already told us his mom was going to make for the party. I
hurried over to help him, and Logan followed. I introduced the
two of them, and Logan suddenly seemed much more comfortable.
Once I was down to my boxers, I left Logan to get to know Jake,
and I went to get to know the snack table. For a few minutes,
all I wanted was to forget about school, forget about tests, and
think about what was coming up soon.
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Re: 24 December 2018 - A Club Red Christmas Part 20
By: Zyngaru Date: December 24, 2018, 8:45 am
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Now that's my kind of Club. Walk in and immediately remove
clothes. Ah! To be a kid again. ;D
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Re: 24 December 2018 - A Club Red Christmas Part 20
By: Adric Date: July 16, 2019, 9:30 pm
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Now that's my kind of Club. Walk in and immediately remove
clothes.[/quote]
Good kind of club - especially if spanking is on their list of
regular activities. [emoji48]
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