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The Christmas Card
"How much did you have to beg or do for whoever helped you for your Christmas gift?" Glenn opened the card again. He remembered the chill of the cold December air rushing around and through him, especially since he had been dressed only in his seasonal, red and white jockstrap that first Christmas. "I’m getting cold just thinking of that first Christmas."
"Not a thing, when I said it was for you. Don't you think I'd be sizzling hot in a pair of underwear you like so much?" Billie bragged about the low-cut red briefs he had worn that year, purposely to taunt him. Glenn preferred the satin-smooth nylon fabric. The thin silk-like fabric aroused him to be able to feel Billie's dick through the underwear when he wanted to make it hard.[A1]
"Yes, you would look enticing. I don’t believe your gift didn’t cost anything.”
“I’ll be right back.” Billie interrupted him, escaping from Glenn’s inquisition, rushing to their bedroom. He quickly shed all his clothes and pulled out a pair of red underwear[A2] from the drawer in the dresser. The material was thin and soft to the touch. I know he’ll like these. He slipped them on and put on the familiar Santa hat. He pulled out a red jockstrap for Glenn and placed it on the bed next to the other Santa hat.
Upon entering the living room, Billie flaunted his attire.
“Now that’s what I call the Christmas spirit. Can I touch your dick? I want to make it big.” Glenn had forgotten about the expenditures.
“Only if you go change and put on the jockstrap, I put on the bed.”
“Okay, if that’s the only way to get my hands on your big dick.”
When Glenn departed for the bedroom, Billie checked the time on his watch. He had just enough time to allow the next phase of his plan to proceed. He rushed to unlock the backdoor to the guestroom. Returning through the kitchen to take ice to the bar in the dining room. As he set up the bar for cocktails, Glenn reappeared.
“Now, don’t we look festive?” Billie turned on the stereo for a low background of Christmas music.
“I hope we’re not taking our pictures like we did that first year?” Glenn felt awkward about having his picture taken for a Christmas card for the following year. Their bodies had changed from the original picture.
“I didn’t think of that. That’s a good idea. I’ll get the camera.” He retrieved their camera from a drawer in the entertainment cabinet. As Billie stepped down into the living room, four young naked men, donned with Santa hats, came out of the dining room suspending large Christmas ball ornaments before their genitals. They sat on the steps, leading to the living room, before Glenn and Billie.