Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction for entertainment only. The author does not condone anything herein; practice sex safely and legally. Any resemblances to real people, places and events (past, present or future) is unintentional.
Noah, the Embarrassed Nudist Noel 2021: Bruce & Jamie (and Noah)
FRIDAY 24TH/ SATURDAY 25TH DECEMBER 2021
"But I've been a good boy all year," Jamie said with a pouted lip.
"Are you sure?" Bruce asked.
"Oh yes, I'm sure," Jamie insisted.
"Because I'm sure I've seen you on my naught list," Bruce teased.
"Oh me?!" Jamie responded, aghast at the suggestion.
Bruce chuckled kissed Jamie's forehead. They were sitting together in Bruce's bedroom – the man had returned for the Christmas holidays and had enjoyed time with his sons. His eldest son Daniel had been good enough to take Noah out for the evening so Bruce and Jamie could have the house to themselves for a few hours. They had talked and eaten dinner together and enjoyed a chaste evening that felt intimate.
Now, as the clock ticked towards midnight and his sons were in bed, Bruce had the opportunity to be intimate in a whole other way with Jamie. Jamie was twenty-two years old and Bruce had recently turned forty. The age difference had never been an issue, in fact there were times when it had positively enhanced their sexual encounters. However, neither Bruce nor Jamie had ever thought of their relationship as a relationship. It wasn't going anywhere.
Well, it was headed to bed quite soon.
Bruce was settled on a sofa in his room. It sat beneath the window, facing the bed. Jamie was sitting in his lap, much too big to be doing so. Jamie was wearing nothing but blue boxers and Bruce was in red boxers with white piping, a Santa's jacket – open to show his bare chest – and a Santa's hat.
"If I've been bad, does that mean I need to be punished?" Jamie asked.
Bruce smiled, stroking Jamie's arm and watching a tent form in the young man's boxers.
"Oh, I sure hope so," Bruce replied.
"If I take my punishment like a good boy, do you promise to come for Christmas?" Jamie asked.
"Ho ho ho," Bruce said in a jolly Santa voice. "Lie across my knee."
Jamie sat up and slid off Bruce's knee where he had been cradled by the older man. He turned over and worked his groin between Bruce's legs. Bruce looked at Jamie's long, lovely legs, his smooth bare back and the rounded mounds that made up his buttocks. The cheeks were proffered to the man now and they looked as amazing as when Bruce had first seen them all those years ago. Bruce and Jamie had been having sex, a casual arrangement, for a few years now – since Jamie was nineteen. But Bruce found himself recalling another time, another Christmas...
"Are you ok?" Bruce asked.
It was six or seven years ago – Bruce couldn't remember exactly long ago now.
He remembered Jamie's was staying with them for Christmas and his parents had gone to visit family in Texas. Daniel had been out when Jamie came to find Bruce, a pained expression on his face.
"I... I have a rash," Jamie had admitted.
Bruce looked at the boy. It was December but it was warm inside the house. Daniel and Noah were out for the afternoon and Jamie had lingered behind for some reason. It had taken him hours to work up the courage to admit to Dan's dad what was wrong.
"A rash... where?" Bruce asked.
Even as he asked, he realised he could see the signs of urticaria on the boy's arms and legs. Which was why he was wearing shorts and t-shirt – it hurt to have clothes in contact with the irritated skin.
"Everywhere," Jamie confessed.
Bruce felt awkward but understood he was both responsible for Jamie and a physician who should know about these things. Admittedly, dermatology was not his speciality.
"Can you show me?" Bruce asked awkwardly.
"Not here," Jamie replied bashfully.
"Come on," Bruce said.
He led the boy upstairs to his bedroom. There was absolutely no suggestion of impropriety. It didn't even cross Bruce's mind to look at Jamie in that way – the boy was just Dan's friend. Daniel's best friend since they had moved to Five Dukes.
They entered Bruce's room and without promoting, Jamie pulled off his t-shirt and stood bare chest in front of the man. Bare chested and bare foot. Jamie's chest, arms, legs and feet showed signs of irritation – red welts that looked sore and itchy. Bruce put his hand on Jamie's chest and examined the skin closely. Jamie could hardly breath as his best friend's dad caressed his skin, the man's fingers casually and innocently brushing his nipple.
"I think it's just atopic dermatitis or eczema," Bruce decided. "Have you been using a new soup or anything like that?"
"Yes," Jamie squeaked but did not elaborate.
"A cold shower might help soothe the immediate irritation but don't let your skin dry out," Bruce advised. "I have an antihistamine that will help and I should be able to find some creams..."
"I'll have a shower while you look," Jamie said.
That wasn't what Bruce had meant but the teenager pushed past him and entered Bruce's ensuite bathroom. Bruce heard the water turn on and he set about finding an emollient and a topical corticosteroid.
Once he found it he waited for the water to turn off. A few minutes later, he knocked the door of his own bathroom.
"Come in," said Jamie's voice.
Bruce walked in and found Jamie drying himself off. His face was covered by a towel as he rubbed his head... also, he was totally naked. Jamie had a long, thin body and long, thin legs. He was not quite hairless but his hair was so fair it was almost invisible against his skin. The pubic hair above his two-inch penis was a small and fluffy patch of wires. His tummy and chest were almost totally smooth, his abdomen slightly rounded at the hips but still slim.
Jamie seemed oblivious to his exposure but beneath the towel, the boy knew what he was doing. It was exciting to be naked with Dan's dad like this. He wondered what the man was thinking. Jamie removed the towel from his head and face and draped it half-heartedly in front of his boyish genitals.
"I eh... I brought some cream for you? E45 and hydrocortisone should help," Bruce said.
Bruce proffered a large tube of one and a smaller tube of the other. The doctor would also recommend an antihistamine – he had chlorphenamine or cetirizine.
"Thanks. Can you help me put it on... it's so itchy and there are places I can't reach," Jamie said bashfully.
He had the good grace to be embarrassed and Bruce was too polite to disagree. For this reason, the man approached the teenager... the totally naked teenage boy... and squirted cream onto his hands from each tube. Jamie dropped the towel to the floor and stood unashamed. This was not quite true; he knew he was a boy trying to seduce a man and he knew his flaccid little dick was nothing impressive but he hoped his beauty would seduce the man. Jamie had only just figured out he was gay and being with such a sensationally attractive man was intoxicating.
Jamie spread his arms so he looked like he was being crucified for Christmas and Bruce stroked his arms from shoulder to wrist. Bruce massaged extra doses of hydrocortisone cream to the particularly red areas but otherwise all he was doing was fondling the boy with an emollient.
Bruce worked down Jamie's chest – flat but firm and his tummy which was also flat but firm and his hips which were healthy and smooth... except for the redness of a contact dermatitis. Bruce's fingertips circled the boy's nipples and Jamie held his breath, willing himself not to pop wood. It would be humiliating to get a boner in front of his friend's daddy... more humiliating than being naked?!
Jamie suddenly squirmed at the choice he made.
Bruce rubbed the cream into Jamie's abdomen and then glided over the boy bits to massage his creamy thighs and smooth shins. Jamie had only a faint fuzz of hair on his legs or thighs. It would have been cute if Bruce's hands were not so dangerously close to a teenager's penis. Not to mention the fact he had to squat to touch the boy up... to apply treatment to his legs... so his face was very close to the small, floppy boyish dick.
"You can turn around now," Bruce said – trying to stay professional.
He stood up while Jamie turned and Bruce found himself staring at the tight, smooth, peachy and virginal buttocks. Bruce didn't give them much thought to be honest – Jamie was his son's best friend and only a boy. Bruce applied cream to Jamie's back and worked down but the teenager had a rash on his creamy cheeks too so he squatted again and rubbed his slippery hand across the perfect, silky mounds.
Jamie could barely breath he was so excited and his worst fear was that Bruce would make him turn around and his best friend's daddy would see his boner. Jamie wasn't just rock hard as the man caress his cheeks; he was very close to cumming. Jamie hadn't even touched his dick. Outside of a wet dream, Jamie had never cum hands free.
Then Bruce slid his hands between Jamie's legs, fondling, stroking, caressing the sensitive inner thighs. Bruce didn't mean anything sexual by the gesture. Never the less, the handsome man's fingers touched Jamie's perineum, his fingertips made contact with the satin flesh of a saggy scrotum.
Jamie covered his mouth as he came!
"Are you ok?" Bruce asked, sensing something was wrong.
Bruce had moved on to Jamie's pretty legs, stroking the boyish limbs and soothing the redness all the way to his ankles. It was only after he asked his question that Bruce saw spurts landing on the floor...
Had... had Jamie just ejaculated?
"I'm ok..." Jamie finally said. "I'm just... it's feels better already..." Jamie said.
Bruce finished with Jamie's ankles and stood up, turning away from the teenager who now hurriedly wrapped a towel around his waist. Bruce washed his hands and dried them before turning back to the teenager. Jamie was more or less decent again though his towel sagged so low, wires of pubes spread above the fluffy white cotton.
"Thanks for helping me," Jamie said. "Please don't tell Dan?"
"Oh, I know what he's like. It would make his birthday and Christmas to hear this story," Bruce said.
Jamie smiled nervously and left the bathroom.
Bruce looked around the edge of the door, watching Jamie leave his bedroom before looking back into the bathroom. He approached the spot where Jamie had been standing an knelt down. There was a small pool of blobby, creamy stuff on the tiles. Bruce dipped his finger into and scooped up an indecent volume. He sniffed it and then put his finger into his mouth.
It was cum.
And Bruce had tasted it.
It was still warm and it was sweet.
Bruce looked over his shoulder to make sure the lad had not returned for some reason then he leaned over and licked up the whole lot.
"Are you ok?" Jamie asked.
"Oh, yea... I was just remembering something," Bruce said.
"You were miles away. I thought you were going to spank me?" Jamie complained.
Bruce smacked Jamie's underwear clad bottom.
"Ouch! What were you thinking about?" Jamie asked.
"Do you remember the Christmas you spent with us? You had a rash?" Bruce reminded him.
"Oh yea! How could I forget," Jamie said but he blushed at the memory – mortified by his silliness.
"It must have been... six years ago?" Bruce said.
"Eight," Jamie said.
"Are you sure?" Bruce blanched.
"Certain. I was naked in front of my best friend's hot dad. My dick was so hard..." Jamie recalled. "In my defence, I was fourteen and horny."
Bruce blushed with humiliation – he had eaten that boy's cum and the memory was so good, he wished for more. It hadn't been like that at the time. At the time, the encounter had been sexless for Bruce... except for the moment when he had gobbled up fourteen-year-old boy sperm.
Bruce didn't want to think about it anymore – it couldn't have been that long ago? That would have been five years before the first time they had sex. The beginning of their sexual relationship had led them here and the man was quite content to focus on the buttocks at hand. He slapped Jamie again and then again on the other cheek.
"Santa says you were very naughty. How are you going to make it up to him?" Bruce said.
"Go fuck yourself," Jamie replied.
Bruce was surprised by the response but it did give him the excuse he needed to pull down the underwear and expose the naked skin of Jamie's lovely bum. Bruce slapped again, alternating between the cheeks. The fleshy smacks made Jamie's cheeks jiggle and Bruce smiled at the peachy pair.
Neither of them were particularly invested in spanking but it had seemed like a fun diversion to start their bedroom antics. Bruce didn't want the cheeks being too red or sore – he had plans for them. With one more spank, Bruce stopped.
"Stand up," Bruce ordered.
Jamie obeyed – the handsome twenty-two-year-old had an enviable athletic figure. His underwear had been pulled under his buttocks so at the front, his pubic hair was exposed and his hand cock tented the material.
"Santa will be willing to take something in return," Bruce said.
"Is Santa referring to himself in the third person?" Jamie asked.
"As long as you pull your boxers down, Santa will be any person you want," Bruce promised.
Jamie sniggered and pushed the waistband of the boxers down until his erection was free to spring up. Jamie pushed them all the way down and stepped out of them. Jamie, now naked, regarded his lover with interest.
Bruce remained dressed, or at least half dressed, as Santa. The boxers, open shirt and hat made him look like a Santa who had hit the gym and was asked to appear on the front of the Christmas edition of Men's Health.
Jamie reached out and pulled off Bruce's Santa hat, tossing it away. Bruce retaliated by reaching into Jamie's armpit and then massaging the muscle of his bicep. Jamie leaned in and their lips touched. The kiss began softly and slowly but became fervent and heated.
Bruce stood up, pushing Jamie back a step. The man reached around Jamie, stroking his back and then grabbing is ass. Jamie and Bruce continued to kiss, their tongues competing for space in the other's mouth. Jamie's hands moved to the shirt, slipping it off the man's shoulders – it fell to the floor. Jamie then touched the waistband of the red and white boxers and pushed them down bit by bit. They slid over the hips and then over Bruce's buttocks, they slipped past his hard cock, which sprang free to parry with Jamie's erection. Around his thighs, the boxers were left to the fate of gravity – to fall in their own time.
Jamie grinded his hard dick into Bruce's equally hard groin, thighs sliding against each other, chest's heaving in close contact and lips smacking with heavy, breathless hotness.
"Bruce..." Jamie said.
"Jamie..." Bruce replied.
Jamie pressed his face into Bruce's neck, kissing and nipping the skin, his lips working towards the shoulder. Bruce threw his head back and thought that, no matter how this holiday was to end, this was a moment he would enjoy and remember forever.
Bruce pushed Jamie towards the bed and they fell onto it, Bruce on top. His weight was heavy enough to press Jamie into the mattress and the younger man could not move. Bruce slid to the side and they moved up the bed until they were side by side, facing each other, with head on pillows. They were not ready to sleep, however.
"You know that day you put cream on me... I shot my load without even touching myself," Jamie admitted.
He had never told anyone that.
"I know," Bruce replied.
"You saw me cumming?" Jamie asked, embarrassed.
"Yes," Bruce replied.
At the time, there had been no sexual context to the scene – not for Bruce at least. But on reflection, he wished the moment happened when Jamie was all grown up.
"I was embarrassed and scared but I wished I could have turned around. I wish I'd shown you my dick," Jamie admitted.
Jamie and Bruce were grinding their crotches into each other.
"You could have sucked it... you could have sucked my dick," Jamie said.
Bruce would never admit what he did. That he had eaten the fourteen-year-old's seed off the floor. However, Jamie wasn't a boy anymore – he was a young man.
"I'll suck you now," Bruce responded.
Bruce shuffled down the bed and took Jamie's erection in his mouth.
"Oh... wow..." Jamie said.
Bruce peeled the foreskin back with tight lips and flicked his tongue across the head, around the rim and then over the frenulum. Jamie's toes curled with pleasure. Bruce's hand massaged the inside of Jamie's thighs, stroking the perineum and his fingers teased towards Jamie's hole.
"If you're going to put anything in there," Jamie started to say, "I think Santa should unload his sac."
"Gross," Bruce laughed at Jamie's euphuism.
Bruce rested with Jamie's cock lying across his face and the young man's testicles against his mouth. Despite the analogy, Bruce was enthusiastic to have sex with Jamie. They enjoyed having sex.
"Jamie... if we're going to do this... maybe we should talk about..." Bruce started to say.
"Not tonight. We can talk another time," Jamie interrupted. "Let's just enjoy the time we're together."
Bruce knelt on the bed and pulled Jamie's legs open. Jamie put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes as Bruce pleasured his hole with fingers to loosen him up. After few minutes of having his hole massaged and then fingered, Jamie reached for the bedside table and grabbed a bottle of lubricant. Bruce accepted it and squirted it onto his cock. The slippery member pressed against Jamie's hole, easing the sphincter wider.
The pink, muscular ring opened like an iris and the head and shaft slipped inside.
Bruce and Jamie had been intimate for nearly three years and in those three years but Jamie usually preferred to bottom and Bruce preferred to top. The sensation of sliding his cock inside the young man was unbeatable – by far the best fuck he'd ever had.
Suddenly the door burst open and Bruce's seventeen-year-old son Noah erupted into the room.
"Happy Jesus Christ...mas," Noah said.
For a nudist, exhibitionist, porn star who had been sexually intimate with both Jamie and his own dad, Noah seemed surprised to catch Bruce and Jamie having sex. Jamie was moaning and his cock slapped against his abdomen as Bruce continued to plunge into him. Bruce's hips connected with Jamie's buttocks with a satisfying slap.
"Noah, we're in the middle of something," Bruce eventually said.
Noah seemed content to just watch them. They family had a strange relationship. The forty-year-old man was having sex with a twenty-two-year-old while his nudist seventeen-year-old son watched. Noah looked like Jamie had eight years ago – adolescent, petite and smooth and... well, the cock cage was a new feature.
Noah had come home wearing it before Christmas and Bruce was sure his son had told Dan all about the why and the what for but Bruce was only ever given evasive answers.
"I can see that. Can I watch?" Noah asked.
Bruce leaned forward and kissed Jamie softly.
"If I say no, do you think he'll go away?" Bruce asked.
"Doubt it," Jamie admitted.
"Then yes, you can watch," Bruce replied.
Bruce never imagined he'd be the kind of grown man who would let his teenage son watch him fuck another man.
"Maybe I can help?" Noah suggested.
"You can suck my fucking cock," Jamie said.
"Jamie! That's my son you're talking to," Bruce admonished.
"Sorry. I meant... Noah, come and suck me off while your daddy raw dogs me," Jamie rearticulated.
"You're going to get a smacked bum again," Bruce laughed as he pulled out.
He slapped Jamie once on the ass but he did not remove contact once his hand landed. Instead, his fingers lingered in the moist hole, prodding it and teasing the prostate with a nimble digit. Noah knelt on the bed while Jamie turned on his side to face the boy.
Bruce got behind Jamie and pressed his naked cock against the hole again. As he slid inside, Noah kissed Jamie's chest while grabbing Jamie's cock and working it while his mouth made its way down. Being unable to get hard made the experience torturous – the chastity device restricted Noah's arousal but he still felt sexually excited.
Noah took Jamie's cock in his mouth and started to suck it. He could feel Jamie's hips pump into his face every time his dad made contact. Noah was delighted to suck cock but it was even more exciting to know his dad was stuffing Jamie from the other end.
Jamie reached over Noah's head, caressing the nape of his neck and then his silky, smooth back. Jamie's fingers glided through Noah's damp crack while the teenager sucked his cock.
"Oh, I'm getting closer, boys," Jamie announced.
Bruce was getting closer too but Jamie's breathing and moaning signalled that he burst his nuts first. Jamie's spunk flooded into Noah's mouth and the taste aroused Noah even more. Bruce came inside Jamie but didn't stop thrusting until he was too fatigued to continue. He pulled out and saw runoff leaking out. Bruce smacked his cock on the small of Jamie's back and then kissed and licked away the cum grease he's deposited there.
Noah stopped sucking, wiping his mouth and looking at the tasty, thick dick that had been in his mouth. Noah couldn't get hard but sometimes he leaked.
"I only came in to wish you a merry Christmas," Noah said as he put his hand underneath the cage capture the runoff and ate the cum-like secretion.
Bruce and Jamie watched as Noah licked up the clear, sticky goo.
"And a happy goo year," Jamie joked.
The three of them laughed – hot, sweaty and tired. They remained naked even as they all cuddled together to go to sleep. Jamie was in the middle, facing Noah and cuddling the lad. Jamie's limp dick could feel the plastic shell surrounding Noah's penis. Bruce was tucked into Jamie's back, his floppy dong mashed against the awesome cheeks of his lover. Between the cheeks there was still residue of the man's semen.
Noah fell asleep quickly, his part in the story was done but Jamie and Bruce still had things to say. Jamie looked over his shoulder to see if the man was still awake.
"I'm going to have to tell him," Jamie said.
"Wait until after New Year," Bruce said.
"Yea," Jamie agreed.
"I'm very proud of you Jamie," Bruce said.
"Yea?" Jamie laughed.
Bruce looked seriously at him.
"I got engaged and had kids even though I knew I was a homosexual. I wanted to leave her but I never would have," Bruce admitted.
Bruce rarely talked about his ex-fiancé (the mother of Daniel and Jamie). She murdered a man and attempted to kill Bruce; she was in prison and neither Bruce nor his sons had seen her for a dozen years.
"Moving on is hard," Bruce added.
"I love living with you guys," Jamie insisted. "I love this house and I love Daniel and Noah... and I love you..."
He did not mean it in an "in love" kind of way and Bruce knew that. They never had that kind of investment in their relationship.
"But I feel like if I don't move out and move on and maybe meet someone, I'm going to be in my thirties and still having sex with my straight best friend," Jamie explained. "And maybe his dad. And maybe his little brother."
When Bruce came back for Christmas, Jamie had told the man he was going to move out of the McNelis home. Jamie didn't have a boyfriend so he wasn't leaving because he had met someone. Not meeting someone was the problem. Jamie was too comfortable in his friend's house with a casual relationship with three people in the family.
Jamie wanted to move on. He and Bruce talked about it a handful of times – it was how the night had begun before the Santa cosplay. Jamie didn't want to tell Noah though – he liked Noah a lot. Jamie liked Noah more than Dan and Bruce though he didn't admit to this.
"It's ok, I understand. So does Daniel. So will Noah," Bruce insisted.
Jamie looked back at the sleeping boy in his arms.
"I hope so," Jamie replied.
"Let's enjoy the holidays and worry about all this later," Bruce remarked.
Jamie looked back over his shoulder.
"Did you get me anything good?" Jamie asked with a smirk.
"I did. It's over seven inches long and I need somewhere to put it," Bruce responded.
"I think I know just the place," Jamie replied.
"Have you been a good boy this year?" Bruce asked.
He'd asked the same thing when he was dressed as Santa. Bruce was a very hot Santa.
"Not even remotely," Jamie said this time.
Bruce laughed and kissed the young man then Jamie turned away and relaxed, cuddling Noah while Bruce pressed his face into the nape of his lover's neck. Naked, the three slipped off into a peaceful sleep.
In the morning, Daniel was the first one to wake up and he found them all, uncovered, bare, asses and penises exposed – the perfect moment to take a picture of his dad, little brother and best friend.
"Merry Christmas everyone," Daniel said.
And a Happy New Year.
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