Showcase for Hot Original Talent and Aspirations

 
The snow fell lightly.  Drifting past the red hair, past the overly large glasses, and the face spotted with freckles.  Past the ratty bathrobe that clung diligently to the small boy, as if stuck on with glue.  His slippers did little to break the cold, and dusty snow, and it had long ago soaked the fringes of his striped pajama pants.  He held his flashlight firmly, he knew that he had gotten so lost, and on Christmas Eve even.  His mother and Sister would be so worried about him.
A sound reaches the young ones ears and he turns about.  Hoping that the origin of the noise is friendly, and possibly a source of heat.  He sees nothing, and his feet continue to freeze.  He wonders a bit at why he hasn't lost all feeling yet, it sounds like a little bit of paradise right now.  To lose all feeling.  His teeth chatter, and he wipes fresh snow from his spectacles.  He had just gotten these eye glasses, and he is determined to keep them intact.  Which is why he always kept them safe, no matter what.
Another sound sends him on another path of dread, what if he was being followed.  Some sick creature, maybe wanted his flesh for his own.  Like in his horror story books.  He shines his little flashlight into the deep recesses of the dark forest.  The trees lean back, as if laughing at his plight.
Another sound, a twig snapping?
Another, footstep!
The boy searched the ground and then with one hand packed snow together into the tightest snowball he could.  He held his flashlight in front of him, like those police officers on the news.
The next noise was bells.  Jingling bells.
The boy searches the forest desperate; maybe it was Santa Claus, coming to take him home.  He had been a good little boy.  He had been a wonderful son, kind, and gentle.  Oh no, what if Santa knows about the time he accidentally crushed that poor bird house?  He had felt so bad.  He had told no one of course, because he would have been scolded for being clumsy.
Jingling bells, jingling bells.
He searches the ground, and then looks up.  He sees what he had hoped to... a red sleigh.  But no jolly fat man, or reindeer, just a sleigh gliding through the trees.  Jingling a few bells.  It seemed to entice him, and he smiled weakly.  A sleigh to lead him out of the forest he had found, in the back of his toy chest.
He follows the fleeing sleigh.  Until he reaches the edge of the trees, where he sees steps.  STEPS!  He is over joyed, if there are steps there must be a house!  A house must mean heat!
He sees the sleigh park behind the trees.  He runs through the trees, and sees a small log cabin.  Aglow with fiery orange light.  A sole figure moves about the cabin, and the boy sighs.  He dashes out of the snow and too the door.  He knocks firmly and it cracks open.  A tall man looks out inquisitively.  He frowns.
"I had wondered where my Sleigh went.  Come in, you must be cold."
The boy nods and rushes into the small cabin without a word.  The warmth hits his face and his glasses fog up.  He stops and looks around bewildered trying to figure out what to do next.  The man laughs and the fog melts away, leaving the small child to be able to see his surroundings.
Wooden, the whole building.  A large fireplace and a rug.  A small bed, and a large bed, with pillows and blankets.  A small stove, a few cupboards, a large red armchair, and a small couch.  The couch... had someone sitting on it!  Another boy!  He was wrapped in a blanket, and wore overalls, and a Santa hat.  He didn't see a shirt, and no socks or shoes.  So he couldn't tell if he wore much else.  This other boy was slightly older than he, probably 10 or 11, and had long brooding brown hair that seemed to sag to just above his eyes, and was crisply pulled back behind his ears.  He had a warm glow to his skin, that wasn't from the fire.  Blue eyes that were tinged green by the fire.  His lips were a light shade of red; the younger boy was slightly stunned by the sheer beauty of the other boy.
"What is your name young boy?"
The young one managed to make his name come out through chapped lips.
"Samuel..."
The man nods, "I am John, this is Caleb.  Please, find a place by the fire.  Would you like some Cocoa, tis the season after all."
Sam nods and sits criss-cross near the fire.  Caleb speaks up; his voice has a touch of laughter to it.
"Don't sit too close Sam.  You'll get a heat burn."
"Wouldn't that be a regular burn Caleb?"
"No John.  I mean, it'll be like a sun burn.  Without the aid of the sun."
John nods and turns the fire on.  The mini stove clicks to life - and John places a small kettle on the burner.  He then places himself in the large armchair.
"So, how old are you Sam?"
"I turned eight in September..."
"Wonderful!" John's voice was soft, almost effeminate.  Except it had a certain playfulness about it that kept it firmly grounded in the 'male' category.
"I am twenty one.  Caleb is 13."
Sam blinks.
"He doesn't look it."
"No, I don't... but it is very evident in other ways."  Caleb laughs, a short breathy laugh.  John frowns jokingly.
"Not in front of our new guest Caleb."  Sam moves a little bit away from the fire, he can feel his face starting to get over warm.  He goes over the small couch.
"Can I sit here?"
"Sure.  If you don't mind our hips touching a little."  Sam nods and hops onto the couch, there is enough room for him to sit comfortably.  Although his hip does brush against Caleb's slightly.  The kettle slowly begins to whistle and John moves to go get it.
Caleb sits with Samuel.  Sam's feet swing, he eventually looks over at Caleb.  Whose been looking over at Sam for a while.
"Well, this storm isn't supposed to pass for another few days.  You shouldn't go anywhere.  What do you say we make up one of the beds for you?" Caleb says happily.
"I'm going to miss Christmas with my family?"
"Not necessarily.  Time passes differently here.  We can get you back to your family when the storm passes.  In time for Christmas even."  Sam nods and sighs.
"Which bed do you want to sleep in?"
"Oh no!  I don't want to kick anyone out of a bed!"
"nonsense." John says, rejoining the group.  He hands each of the boys a mug of Cocoa, which a candy cane hanging on the rim.
"You'd be sleeping with one of us, but you have to decide which bed to sleep in."
"Oh..." Samuel thinks for a second about what an odd policy this is, welcoming guests in and sleeping in the same bed as them... "Well, the small one wouldn't fit two people.  So I guess I'll sleep in the large one."
"The queen?  Wonderful.  Caleb, make sure your bed is pristine for our guest." John says motioning with his hand.  Caleb nods and sheds the black blanket which drifts lazily onto Sam's lap.  He almost skips to the bed, trying not to let his feet touch the cold wood floor.  As he bends over to fix his bed John strikes up a new conversation with the new comer.
"So... do you need any food?  A Bathroom even?"
"No... thank you though.  But I went before I arrived... here, and I'm not hungry."
"A boy like you should eat, you skinny little thing, you." Says Caleb coming back over and practically leaping onto the couch.
"The pot calls the kettle black." John says smilingly sipping at his Cocoa.
"Don't start again..." Caleb says rolling his eyes and picking up his blanket.
"Well look at you, your all ribs, and muscle.  You don't have a scrap of fat on you."
"It's not like I starve myself."
Johns sighs. "It would figure that I have to be partnered with someone with a super fast metabolism.  Do you know how much Paloti it took for me to get this lean?"
"Yes, I do.  And all I did was sit and eat bon bons."
John sticks out his tongue and Caleb sends it right back.  Samuel laughs, a wonderful joyous laugh.
"You guys are funny.  I like you.  But John, nobody can be as thin as you’re describing Caleb."
"Well, he's not wearing much in the way of covering, you look yourself."
"He's thin.  That's all I know."
"He's nothing but bone and sinew.  If he didn't eat everyday, I'm fairly sure he'd be a skeleton."
"No..."
"I am rather skinny.  I think John is describing it to the extreme."
"Show me!" Says Samuel smiling, "I'm not kidding I want to see if you are as skinny as John makes you out to be."
"Oh... well.  Alright, but be warned, I'm not wearing anything... kosher."
"I'm not Jewish."
"Never mind."  Caleb gets up and unclasps one bronze button from his overalls, and when it falls, Sam can see a bit of Caleb's hip exposed.  Bare.  The second bronze button falls, and the overalls billow to the ground.  Sam marvels at the design of this boy’s body. He seems a human made in heaven.  He IS extremely slight.  His stomach slightly concave, you could count his ribs, but there is some definite muscle definition in his stomach, arms, and legs.  Seeing his legs brings Samuel to the ****.
The slender pale, and circumcised piece of meat that hangs swinging between his skinny, defined legs.  It seems rooted to his body by a small patch of dark bristly pubic hair.  His ball sack, uneven, one side swinging, and the other pulled up close to his body.  He is the picture of perfection, no blemishes, nothing.  Just smooth skin, (except for hair), everywhere.
"Oh Caleb, you should have stopped at I'm not wearing anything... look you've shocked him into silence." John says putting down his empty mug.
"I'm sorry, I'll put it back on.  It was just a cover-up, you came in quickly."  He bends down to pull his overalls back up, but Samuel says...
"no.. no... I like it.. you... I like you this way.  You’re pretty."  Caleb raises an eyebrow and nods.
"Alright... well thank you.  And thank you for indulging my weird habit."
"He's a nudist." John says resting his chin in his hand.
"You're a prude." Caleb says.  He whisks the blanket off the couch and places it down.  He sits.
Sam notices their hips still touch.
"What's it like?"
"What's what like?"
"Being naked all the time."
"Well, it can be pretty damn cold."  John snorts from his seat.
"Hey, he seems genuinely interested." Caleb says a little offended.
"Look, if you get him naked, you'll only take advantage of him.  As far as I know, most nudists don't do that."
"Why can't you just go visit someone?"
"Fine.  I'm taking my sleigh.  If one of you isn't covered in cum when I get back I'll be very disappointed in both of you."
John leaves in a huff, he grabs a jacket seemingly from nowhere.
"Finally... so what did you want to know?"
Sam feels panic prickle up his spine.  What did John mean by being taken advantage of?  And what was cum?
"Sam?  You okay?"
"Yeah..."
"Look, if you want to know some things, let me know.  I've been a nudist as long as I've been a Jew... 10 years.  It's an odd combination, makes great conversation at dinner parties."
Sam blinks trying to recall the questions he had for his new friend.
“What’s being naked all the time like?” He asks, putting forth his original question.
“Well, let’s see. It’s liberating, you have a lot more freedom in your movements, and your reach seems to increase ten fold.  It is kind of nippy in the winter, but if you have a blanket to sit on, and a person to hold… it’s pretty awesome.”
“Oh…” The ginger pushes his glasses up on his nose.  The snow had all melted and his clothes were heavy, soaked, and his hair clung to his forehead as if it were trying not to fall off.
“Why are you so interested?  Thinking of going **** are you?”
Samuel feels his face heat up, he no doubt has a blush the color of an apple, and he does.  From the tips of his ears down to the edge of his dimples…
“Oop, I see a blush.”
Sam looks away for a second and bites his lip.
"Sam, it's not a bad thing.  A lot of people just think it's weird."
Sam nods and clears his throat.
"If I get naked too, would you laugh?"
"Only if you wanted me too..." Sam pauses and looks Sam over. His bathrobe did little to hide the boys figure.  He wasn't quite as lean as Caleb was, but he wasn't fat.  He had a good amount of meat on him, and would probably age into a business suit very well.  His slippers were soaked through, and the ends of his pants were still dripping onto the wooden floor.  Caleb walks over to Sam and drops to his knees.  He begins to pull off Sam's slippers.
"These must be freezing cold." Caleb murmurs as he gazes upon the bright pink toes.  Slippery with melted snow.  He rubs them a little to circulate the blood and looks up at Sam.  He's smiling, the heat, and feeling of the hands sliding across his bare flesh soothes him.
"Do you want to go natural?"
Sam puts his head back and blinks, his big glasses forcing everything to look larger than it really was.  He nods and stands up.  Caleb stands as well.  Sam pulls the cloth belt off of his bathrobe, and it unsticks from his body a little more.  Caleb sees a little bit more chest before a T-Shirt becomes apparent.  Sam gets the bathrobe off and holds it out for Caleb to take.  Caleb dutifully takes the robe and folds it over his arm, butler style.  The next to come off is his soaked T-shirt, as it did little to hide the skin underneath, it was a relief for Sam to get it off.  It felt like he had lifted twenty pounds off his shoulders.  He hesitated at his pajama pants.  He was about to untie the small pull tie and step out of the dripping sleeping garment when doubt struck him. He was getting naked in front of a complete stranger!  How could he do that?  Caleb noticed the hesitation, and decided to pick up the wet T-Shirt off the ground.  He brings both articles of clothing near to the fire and hangs them up.  Clothespins conveniently located inside a small vase.
"Take your time Samuel.  It's a big decision.  Easy for me only because of my solidarity in this winter wonderland, and the fact that I've been doing it mostly my whole life."
Sam stands, the back of his legs now pressed against the couch.  One hand on his pants tie, and the other, hanging there lifelessly.  His eyes downcast as he runs through the potential consequences.  What if his mother found out?  Or Santa?  He couldn't cope.  He looked over at Caleb with a confused look on his face, but the sight of the naked teen hanging laundry, his front illuminated brightly by the fire, spurred him.  He pulled the cord, as Caleb turned to look at him.  The striped pajamas fall away, small cloth boxers cling to his boyish frame diligently protecting their master. Samuel steps out of the pants and away from the couch, he runs his hands along his boxer's edges licks his lips, inhales, and drops them.  They float slowly, almost teasingly to the ground.  Caleb smiles a broad smile, which reaches the tips of his ears and seems bigger than his face.
"Well look at you.  So all you've been hiding is that you’re cuter than I am?"  This causes Sam blush ten times brighter than before.
“Noooo.” He smiles.
Caleb gives him a twice over.  He is just a built as he expected, except he has freckles dotted all over his body.  His nipples are like perk little tacks, and his body has built a little muscle, enough to give him the beginnings of a pack.  He has nice long, firm, soccer playing legs.  His belly button in a small concave, so small it’s almost imperceptible.  But what Caleb is most interested in suddenly is the small groin.  The tiny little nut sack that is pulled close to the prepubescent crotch, it has a fat willy hanging down, so cute.
Sam rocks on his heels, and Caleb sits him down on the couch.
“Now, do you want to do something awesome to make you feel so warm?”
“I… I don’t know.  Will it make my eyes melt?”
“Not if you let me do it right.”
“Oh- okay….”
Caleb reaches down with his slim piano playing fingers and grasps the little shaft between forefinger and thumb…
He moves slowly with a repetitive motion.  The small meat begins to stir, and Sam feels his face flush.  He puts out a hand to steady himself but only feels a lot of heat, and then a semi hard ****.  He realizes that Caleb is getting hard, like himself.  He feels his own **** throbbing, and the intense pleasure that should never end.  It’s like nothing he’s ever felt before.  It’s warm, and tingling.  Maybe, what if he does it to Caleb?  Will it feel that good?  He grasps the older boys now almost fully erect **** and starts pumping.  Almost instantly the dick goes rock hard and sticks all the way up.  A little curved, but basically straight.  He keeps pumping up and down, over and over.  He can feel Caleb doing the same, his slender finger drawing the longest length out of Sam.  Almost 4 inches.  Caleb stretches to just over 5 and a half.  The tip of Caleb’s meat is swollen and a magenta color that looks so angry.  Like it’s about to burst, Caleb gasps loudly and bends over with one hand and grabs Sam’s half full mug of Cocoa.
“Aim it Sam.  Aim it!”  Sam pulls on the **** so it aims at the cup. Two short blasts of white sticky fluid flies into the cup, splashing the hot cocoa out. Some gets on Sam’s hand, some on Caleb’s ****.  Suddenly the warm feeling in Sam’s body goes to a brilliant white heat.  A shock passes through his whole body that makes him gasp.  His moan reaching its way up and out of the cabin.  He almost collapses, but he stays conscious for a few seconds.  Long enough to suck the cocoa off his hand and wipe it off Caleb’s ****.   He then slumps.  His cheek resting on Caleb’s inner thigh.  His glasses going askew on his face.  Caleb rubs the kids head, and shakes the cocoa cup around a little.  He smiles and speaks aloud, almost as if to Sam.
“You know, I don’t usually have that short a release time.  I can usually go for a good long while. But something clicked this time, maybe it’s the new face.  John is handsome, but he’s got nothing on a pretty face.  And you’ve got pretty to spare.”  He looks down at the cup and breaths out.  The mug suddenly starts steaming again, a spoon materializes and begins stirring.  It speaks aloud, “You want… what is this… Crème egg filling?  In Hot Cocoa.”
“Yes Jean Claude.  Please.”
“What are you going to do with the boy?”
“Send him home.  It’s the only thing to do.  I’d love to have him stay, but this isn’t the wardrobe.  Any time over two days spent here is spent in real time.  You know that.”
“He’ll think it’s just a dream.”
“Yes well…”  Caleb looks the cup over and the spoon rises up.
“They frown on product placement.”
“Well, maybe just once…”  He looks down at Sam’s naked sleeping form and pats his head.  “It is Christmas.”
The sound of bells in the awaken Sam.  He pulls away his covers and notices a draft.  He looks down and sees that he’s naked.  Completely naked.  He shakes his head and looks around, trying to shake the intense dream he had of mystic men in a cabin.  In the woods, naked.  How would he explain that one during breakfast.
He looks around for his clothes, he must have kicked them off in the night.  He spies a small bundle of clothing, folded neatly, and pressed on a stool at the end of the bed.  On top of which, was a flashlight, and a plate… with a mug and a piece of paper.
He reaches for the plate, realizing it’s a saucer, and reads the note.
“Keep the Magic.  Enjoy your Cocoa, it’s our one of a kind blend. Love, Caleb.” It’s in a scrawled almost illegible script.  He sniffs the hot chocolate. It smells good, almost a little musky.  He takes a drink, a little lumpier than he’d of expected.  A bit salty as well, but it brings back pleasant memories.
He glances down at the paper, and see two things, one says “Whenever you want to visit, the Toy Chest is always open for a true believer.” The other was printed at the top, as if from a machine.
“From the desk of a “Society for Amazing Nights and Terrific Antics” member.”
Sam smiles and places the empty mug, saucer, and the folded note in his toy chest.  He pulls on all his clothes, and wraps his bathrobe about him.  It smells like a wood fire.  He feels something large in his pocket.  He pulls it out.  It’s a Santa hat with a note written on the tag.
“I wore this the whole time, lol.”
He smiles and dons the cap.  He glances at his clock.
Christmas Day it’s 7 in the morning!  Everyone needs to get up!  He races out, looks over at his day by day calendar and marks off one of the most important days in the current year of 1947.