Naughty or Nice?

by Alison Tyler

  “We live in the woods. What the hell else is there to do?” Rider stubbed out his butt on a plank of the deck and chucked it out into the snow. “Come on, let’s help Peggy get her party on.”

  The shrugged off their coats and left them outside the door, to air out. Rider wasn’t supposed to be there, so he couldn’t blame the lingering smoke on him if his parents did smell it. He hoped one or two of his parents’ guests were smokers so he’d be beyond suspicion. Father Ted smoked. Maybe the Foleys. Not the Grunaus.

  The boys set out the cookie trays and pulled off the double layer of plastic wrap. Rider lit two red votives Matt’s mother had in green glasses on the table, and Matt hefted the heavy punch bowl out of the china cabinet and set it on the table. The kitchen was dim except for the votives and plastic candle lights Peggy had perched on the windowsills.

  Rider was standing in front of the fridge, with the door open, hunting for the cartons of eggnog. The fridge was full of bags of chocolate candy, coffee cans full of Chex mix, packages of butter, and four dozen eggs. “So have you gotten laid yet?”

  Matt blushed. He opened the liquor cabinet and grabbed the rum. Rider saw his cheeks and said, “Come on. Don’t be shy with me.”

  “No, not really.”

  “Not really? I have. I met a guy online and drove to his house.”

  “Weren’t you afraid he might be crazy?”

  “Nah. He was a little crazy. But in a good way. He let me fuck him.”

  “The first time you met him? Did you see him again?”

  Rider shook his head.“It was good, for a first time. I came in like five minutes, though, and then we did it again.”

  “I can’t imagine,” Matt said. But fucking around was all he had been imagining. He lay awake at night with a rock-hard dick listening for his roommate’s bed to creak, staying up so late that he eventually imagined he heard it creaking. He’d peer through the shadows, trying to make out his roommate prone on the other narrow bed, to see if he could see his hands or a bulge below his waist. “I’ve seen some hot guys in the locker room, though. Lots of ’em.”

  Rider put the cartons down on the table. “I noticed you looked bigger. But what good is just looking?”

  “You’d be surprised. There was this one guy…the showers in the gym have these dividers that block you from the neck up—from the neck up only. One day I was in there, and this dude was in the shower across from me. It was like a fucking beer bottle, bobbing there while he soaped up and rinsed off. Like bigger than anything I’ve ever seen online. And thick, too.” Matt opened up the carton and the eggnog glug-glugged into the punch bowl. Rider twisted the top off the rum, but Matt stopped him.“My dad’ll get mad if I put it in. But we can have a little. Grab cups.”

  “Did you get hard?”

  Matt was looking at the rum but off into space. “What? Oh, um, yeah. I guess.”

  Rider poured them a shot each and downed his. “You guess? You really need to get some, Matty. Why are you being so shy? You should have shown that guy your dick. You never know—you might have gotten a little action.”

  “I can’t.” He swallowed some of his rum. “I mean, I want to. But I can’t just go online. If my parents ever found out... I mean, Rider, they didn’t even want you over here tonight.”

  “Fuck ’em. For real. All summer long Peggy and David were nice as pie to me. Then you tell them you’re a homo and that I’m a homo, and now I can’t even be over here?” Rider poured himself another slug and topped off.

  “They think we’re gonna fuck around. And they don’t want me having gay sex in their house, I guess.” He finished his cup.

  “What time will they be home?”

  Matt looked over at the digital clock on the stove. “In an hour or so.You should leave soon—I think they’ll calm down in a day or two. They were mad because I didn’t want to go to church. I’m sure if I whine enough, they won’t mind us hanging out this month.”

  The boys sat there and drank another cup of rum each. Matt filled them back up and held the bottle under the tap for a few seconds so his parents wouldn’t notice any missing. He was going to have to brush his teeth.

  “So that guy you had sex with.What did he look like?”

  “Brown hair. He was wearing a baseball cap the whole time, so I couldn’t really see his eyes. He answered the door in a fucking jockstrap. I don’t remember much after that.” Rider’s lips were curved up in a sly smile, and his eyes looked slack, showing the drink.

  Matt felt his foreskin pulling tight as his cockhead responded to Rider’s description. The jockstrap reminded him of his roommate, of the stinking pile of hockey gear. He adjusted his package and crossed his legs.

  “He had a hairy ass, too. But in a good way.” Rider closed his eyes. “I’d love to get a piece of that right now. This is gonna be one horny month.”

  Matt thought about the clock, and the caroling. How he’d have to talk to Father Ted when the old priest wasn’t leching on Peggy. He remembered how Father Ted had tried to talk him into the priesthood when he was fifteen. “Fuck it,” he thought. “It doesn’t have to be.”

  Rider tipped up his cup again. He arched his eyebrow.

  Matt uncrossed his legs and leaned back in his chair.“Fuck them. I’m gonna jack off in the eggnog.” He tugged at the fly of his pants. “Will you help me?”

  Rider stood up. The front of his pants tented out, with a rock-hard circle of cockhead pointing down and to the left. When Matt saw his bulge, his dick popped through the fly of his boxers. The tip was crushed painfully against his zipper. He stood up and undid his fly. His and Rider’s boners flashed out at the same time, and Matt felt his cheeks burning. He’d never seen Rider naked and was surprised at how long and thin his dick was, like a curved pencil. Matt pushed his pants down so his waistband hung loose at the bottom of his hips and his balls tensed in the air. He grabbed them with his left hand and started rubbing his glans with his right. Rider spat in his hand and cradled his cock between his palms. He stared at Matt’s dick. His hungry eyes jumped from his own pumping fist to his buddy’s.

  Matt had leaked precome, and his cock slipped in and out of his hand with a wet snapping sound. He was still tugging, now one of his swollen balls, now the other. His brow was furrowed and his gaze focused on the punch bowl of eggnog. Occasionally, he looked over at Rider’s furious jerking. The head of Matt’s cock felt like silk and was bright red in the flickering light. He closed his eyes as the wave of his orgasm broke. He aimed his cock at the punch bowl and shot into the liquid. Rider took a sharp breath and grunted.

  “I’m coming,” he said almost under his breath and pumped a translucent pearly load in on top of Matt’s. Matt, his cock listing sideways and going soft, caught his breath. He reached for the ladle and gave the bowl a stir. Rider giggled. “I better shove off. Call me, when they all go home.”

  A few hours later, Judy’s “Have Yourself ” was playing again, this time on a CD the Grunaus had brought as a present for Matt’s parents. Matt was stuck in the corner talking to Father Ted, sipping a Coke. His father had topped him off with a shot of rum and a finger in front of his lips, saying,“Don’t tell your mother.” Father Ted was asking him about the Catholic youth group on campus.

  Matt held up his hand. “Looks like you’re all out, Father. Can I get you some more eggnog?”

  “Thank you,” he said and handed Matt his glass.

  Jingle All the Way

  Michelle Houston

  “Purchase jingle bells, mistletoe, and red ribbons. Check. Change the sheets and make the bed. Check.Take a nice long bath with lots of bubbles. Check. Change into outfit. Check.” Selene crossed off the second-to-last item. Now, all she had to do was turn on the music and she was done.

  Humming “White Christmas,” she tossed the list in the trash and crossed the room to the dresser where the CD player sat silent. She had no sooner turned it on than the front door opened.

  “Selene? Honey, where are you?” Devin calle
d out. Selene could hear him flicking the light switch, but since she had removed the bulbs earlier, she knew it wasn’t going to do him much good.

  “In the bedroom,” she called back, giving a little shimmy to settle her nightgown. The tingling of bells accompanied her movements.

  “What happened to all the lights?”

  She could hear her husband moving down the hall, the soles of his shoes loud on the hardwood floor. Luckily, the Christmas tree in the living room, with its twinkling lights, would provide enough light for him to make his way safely down the hall.

  Casting one last glance about the room, from the great soft sheets to the flicker of candlelight against the walls, she made sure everything was perfect. “I unscrewed them.”

  As his steps brought him closer, she reached down and picked up the velvet robe she had bought him for Valentine’s Day, which he hadn’t worn since.

  “Why on earth did you…?” his voice trailed off as he entered the room and saw her standing there.

  She swayed her hips slightly as she walked across the room, giving just enough jiggle to get her breasts bouncing and her bells jingling. “Welcome home, baby. Merry Christmas.”

  After setting his robe at her feet, she gave him a quick kiss and started removing his scrubs. The shirt clung to his skin, moist with sweat, but she gave a not so gentle tug and succeeded in pulling it over his head. She had just started to undo the tie at his waist when he shook himself out of his stupor. “Selene, baby, let me do that. I’m all sweaty...”

  Despite his hands covering hers, she continued fidgeting with his drawstring until it came undone. After pushing his pants and boxers down his hips, she sank to her knees in front of him, the trim of her nightie brushing her upper thighs.

  Devin dutifully stepped out of his pants as she tugged on first one leg then the other. Tossing his clothing aside, she leaned forward and nuzzled against his stomach, rubbing her face against the faint trail of hair leading down to his groin. “I missed you, baby,” she said, placing tiny kisses along his abs. “Next year, tell them you’re not working Christmas Eve.”

  “Honey, you know I would have loved to have been here.”

  “I know.” Nipping at his stomach, she stifled a grin at his surprised yelp. “But I’m glad you’re here now.”

  Without any warning, she shifted down, taking his cock into her mouth. Sucking at his soft flesh, she slowly worked up and down his length while his hands fisted in her still damp hair. Just as he grew hard in her mouth, she pulled back and sat on her heels. “Go take a quick shower. I’ll be waiting.”

  “Tease.”

  “Not a tease, but a taste of what’s to come.” She handed him his robe and held out her hand. After he had pulled her to her feet, she turned and crossed to the bed, the bells on her outfit jingling with each step.

  “Now hurry up.”

  As soon as the bathroom door closed, she quickly tied precut strips of red ribbon to each of the four bedposts, working carefully to make sure each was tight.When the last one was done, she climbed on to the bed. Reclining against the pillows, she crossed her ankles and waited.

  Moments later, Devin came back out, his robe on and belted, toweling his hair dry.

  “Baby, you look so sexy.”The husky tone to Devin’s voice made her heart race. Selene patted the bed next to her. She almost couldn’t breathe, she was so excited about her plans.

  Devin climbed on the bed and settled next to her, leaning down for a kiss. Gently, she guided him onto his back and leaned over him.

  Clasping one of his hands in hers, she pulled his arm up over his head, his wrist pressed against the bedpost. Quickly, she tied a loose knot on the ribbon, binding him. She repeated the process, and then turned around and started tying one of his feet. Her ass was bare but for the string between her cheeks, and Devin groaned at the sight.

  “Why don’t you scoot that luscious ass of yours back about a foot?”

  Selene leaned to the side and tipped her head so that Devin could see her face. Pursing her lips, she blew him a kiss, then returned to the task of tying his other ankle to the bed’s remaining post.

  Task done, she slid off the bed and stood beside him, admiring her husband, tied spread-eagle on the bed. “Comfortable?” she asked.

  “Except for the fact that right before my shower, some little vixen sucked my cock hard, then stopped.” Selene trailed her gaze down her husband’s velvet-clad body to the tent his cock made.

  Selene reached out and untied the belt of the robe, then slipped the flaps to the side, freeing his cock from the weight of the velvet. Teasing him just a bit, she ran her fingertips lightly up and down the length, circling around the head, then back down to his balls. Cupping the weight in her palm, she rolled them gently in her hand as Devin arched his hips.

  “Have you been a good boy this year?”

  Devin rolled his eyes at her, then answered, “Yes, ma’am. But my wife hasn’t. She’s a bit of a tease!” He raised his voice slightly on the last word. Selene wasn’t sure if it was on purpose or because she had slipped her fingertip into his ass, but if she had to guess, she’d say it was because of her.

  “Your wife sounds like a naughty girl.” As she spoke, Selene climbed onto the bed and straddled Devin’s chest, the fur trim of her nightgown brushing against his chin.

  “Oh, ma’am, she is. She’s such a naughty girl, but I love her.”

  “Would you like to open one of your presents now, since you’re such a good boy?”

  Devin’s eyes twinkled. “Definitely.”

  Selene lifted the edge of her nightgown, showing off her red-and-white lace thong with ties at the hips. Shifting forward, she lifted up on her knees and dangled one of the ties against his lips. Devin understood what she wanted. Tipping his head to the side, he caught the tie in his teeth and pulled.

  As soon as he let go, Selene shifted and they repeated the process. The moment Devin let the other tie go, the thong parted and fell to his chest. His eyes widened as his gaze locked on her pussy.

  She knew he was staring at the tiny red ribbons that dangled from her pussylips and ass, and the third one that was tied around her clit.“Guess where I hid the jingle bells?” she murmured. If possible, his eyes widened farther as a truly wicked grin lit up his face.

  “Inside one of my presents?”

  “Definitely. But first, you have another one to unwrap.”

  Careful not to press too hard on his shoulders, she slid forward, positioning her pussy a breath away from his lips. As his tongue moistened his lips, he inadvertently teased her already throbbing clit.

  Moaning softly, she ground down on his mouth, pressing his warm, wet tongue against her needy flesh. He dived in, swirling his tongue around her pulsing clit, sucking the tiny bud into his mouth.

  “Quit teasing,” she panted, “and open your present.”

  Luckily for her sanity, he did, catching one end of the bow in his teeth. Selene lifted slightly, whimpering at the pleasure-pain as the ribbon tightened around her clit before releasing.

  Reaching down, she stroked her fingers around her clit. Devin’s gaze followed her every movement as right before his eyes juices dripped from her.

  Thighs glistening, she leaned forward, brushing the ribbon that dangled from her pussy against his lips. Nipping the ribbon, he caught hold and Selene pulled back slowly. The first bell slipped past her lips with a muted pop, the ribbon soaked with her essence. Trembling slightly, she kept shifting back as another bell and another slipped free. She had gotten the idea from the anal beads she and Devin played with all the time, and it had taken almost a week of trial and error to find jingle bells just the right size.

  As the eleventh bell slipped free, she pinched her clit and kept moving back, her inner muscles clenching tight. Selene knew the last one would send her over the edge. Breath held, she drifted back, the last bell, by far the largest, pulling against the inside of her lips. Whimpering, she dropped backward, her knees bent, and the last bel
l slipped free, bringing her orgasm crashing down on her. She rode the waves, prolonging her enjoyment, while Devin whispered to her. He might have been saying something important, but she couldn’t tell; there was a dull roar in her ears.

  Once reason returned, she sat up. Devin met her gaze, a grin on his face. “Feeling better, babe?”

  “Mmm, yeah.” She knew she sounded dopey, but she felt so good. Because of Devin’s hectic schedule, the two hadn’t enjoyed more than the most passing of intimate moments in about six months. She also hadn’t masturbated in the last three weeks, in anticipation of Christmas. She wasn’t certain how she was going to survive the rest of his residency, but she wasn’t going to dwell on it now.

  Wiggling slightly, she set the bells on her outfit to jingling again as she shifted around, until her pussy pressed against his cock.

  “I do have to admit, that was erotic as hell,” he said, his voice strained as she reached between them and slipped his cockhead past her pussy lips. She slid down as he lifted his hips, thrusting his cock up and into her core.

  Once they’d settled into a slow and steady rhythm, Selene reached up and untied the top of her nightgown, letting the halter strap slip down, baring her breasts. She had also tied tiny red ribbons through her nipple rings. With one ribbon attached to both rings and another joined with it at its middle, it formed a festive Y, with a bell at the end.

  She pushed the nightgown farther down so that it bunched at her waist even while she continued to grind against her husband. “Want to play with your last present?”

  Devin nodded.

  Careful not to pull too tight, Selene caught the ribbon as it dangled between her breasts and pressed the bell on the end against Devin’s lips. He pursed them lightly, holding the bell between them without trapping it.

  Selene leaned back slightly, her breasts jiggling as she started to rock harder against him. The ribbon stretched taunt, pulling on her nipple rings.