Twelve Gifts for Christmas

So... I had an epiphany during finals week. I thought it'd be cool to pull off a corny, Christmas special between Dylan and Chris. Now, instead of the usual Christmas fuckings you'd get come this time around, I thought of a clever (but also very cheesy!) way to write this. This is a spinoff of my regular series, titled Three Simple Words. It's merely a non-canon story to fit the holiday season in heat (irony intended).

As stated before, this story is non-canon, so you'd probably understand the story for the most part. HOWEVER, I highly suggest that you read the series if you want to learn more about the cute couple (or so I've been told about them, constantly). If you don't want to... well I'd be sad :(

If you still don't wish to read the series, here is a short bio of the two characters. Dylan is 18 years old, dirty blonde, and is the top of the relationship. He weighs about 130lbs, and has an uncut 7in cock at his disposal. The story will be in his POV. Chris, on the other hand, is 15 (soon to be 16), strawberry blonde, and the cute, innocent boy that we've all learned to love. He's about 110 pounds, smooth all already (yes, including his privates), and has a not-so-innocent mind when it comes to private bed times.

*Note! There will be some kink in this story. Nothing major, but fair warning ahead for those who don't like that kind of stuff*

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12 Gifts for Christmas

Finally! Christmas Eve is here! I can't wait to give Chris my little present. Now that I'm thinking about it, I wonder what he got for me this year. Whatever it is, it can't be better than mine. Oh I'm so excited! And I rarely get this excited!

"Dylan!" he calls from out the door, rushing in. He jumps onto the bed without a second thought and crawls up to me.

"Yeah?"

"What did you get me for Christmas?" Chris, the love of my life, smiles.

"Where would the fun be if I told you now?" I smirk at him while rubbing his back.

"Oh come on!" he pouts, "Don't make me pull a Shadow again." Speaking of the devil, Shadow, out beautiful husky that I adopted for Chris last year, dashes in and pounces the both of us.

"Arf!" Shadow barks, wagging his tail eagerly for us.

"Hi there Shadow!" I greet, trying to change the subject.

"Ugh!... Dylan, what is it?!" Chris begs again.

I sigh and roll my eyes at him. If I weren't so madly in love with him... "Tell you what, I'll let you know after we've digested our dinner. Fair?" I suggested, sitting up. He sighs and looks at me with his classic puppy eyes. "Oh please Chris. I created the puppy eyes."

"Fine..." He puffs his cheeks out.

"Come on Snuggle Bug, let's go see if your parents need any help." I get up and head out the door. Shadow follows like his name entails, with Chris tailing not far behind.

As it turns out, they didn't need any help. So Chris and I decided to just watch a movie in the living room. While he picks his choice, I microwave some popcorn for us. Within those three minutes, I rush into the other room and grab the blanket. Hey, even though it's California, it still gets cold here! I dump the popcorn in a bowl and hastily get into the living room.

"I hope this movie is ok," Chris inquires while getting comfortable with me.

"Yeah, this is a good movie. Funny if you get the jokes," I reply while snuggling up against him.

"Mmk," he smiles, "Now wanna tell me about my Christmas present?"

"Shh, the movies starting Chris." I interrupt him in order to drop the topic yet again.

By the time the movie ends, Chris is sprawled all over me under the blanket. In front of him is his infamous partner in crime -Shadow. The two yawn at the same time with Chris looking at me.

"So... now what?" he asks, nonchalantly reaching in the near-empty popcorn bowl.

"Chris! Can you get the door? Dylan's mom just called!" Betty yells from the kitchen.

"Yeah Mom... Can you do it Dylan?" he whispers back to me. Before I can reject his request, he automatically pulls out his puppy eyes. Well, two can play at that game.

"Oh so sorry Chris... but your mom said for you to get the door," I reply back while pouting out my puppy eyes. He pouts at me harder, only to have me stare him down even more. The stare down lasts for about 30 seconds before he gives in.

"Oh alright... be that way." He pulls the blanket aside and rushes for the door. Ha! I win! I look at Shadow and smile at him, petting his head.

"Come on Shadow, if they're here, dinner must be almost ready."

Shadow's ears perk up at the sound of dinner and makes the dash for the dining room, stopping only shortly for me at the door to catch up.

"Arf!" he barks, wagging his tail profoundly.

"Alright Shadow, I coming," I chuckle.

"Dinner was absolutely fantastic," my dad compliments.

"Oh it was nothing," Betty replies.

"No, I'm serious, isn't that right?" he asks my mom.

"You've outdone yourself again Betty," my mom fortifies the compliments.

"Thank you. It's the least I could do with what you did for Thanksgiving."

"Oh please, that? That was nothing," my mom comfortably waves off. "Here, let's get these dishes cleaned up."

"Oh no, Betty and I will handle that ourselves," Wayne, Chris's dad quickly interjects.

"Really? You and me? Or just me?" Betty questions jokingly, "The last time I've seen you do the dishes was never."

"A very Merry Christmas to you too," Wayne jokes back.

The adults continue laughing and having a good time while they're cleaning up. I look over at my sisters. Typical... already face down on their phones... Eh whatever... as long as they're happy and out of my way. The conversation eventually moves to the living room, with Betty scorning briefly at us about the mess we've made.

"Bye guys! I'll see you tomorrow!" I wave at the door as I see my family leaves.

"Try not to be too frisky with Chris at night!" my dad yells back, trying to embarrass me in front of everyone.

"Don't worry Dad! I'll be sure to hump him all night long!"

"Dylan! Too much info!" my mom shouts back, with my sisters snickering in the back.

They drive out onto the door and wave to me as they pull away. I sigh at my tispy dad and shut the door. Now then, time to get Chris his Christmas present.

"Thanks again Betty for the wonderful dinner!" I shout to them as I head up the stairs.

"No problem Dylan! Try to keep it down." Jeeze! What is with everyone and their sexual innuendoes? In any case, I fly up the stairs and lock the door behind our room with Chris inside.

"Present time?" he asks for the umpteenth time.

"Yes Chris... present time."

"Woo!" he jumps off the bed and goes into the closet, pulling out a wrapped up present. "Merry Christmas Dylan!"

"Aww, thanks Chris." I give him a side squeeze while taking the wrapped up mystery. "Can I open it now?"

"Of course," he grins back.

I mercilessly tear apart away the wrapping paper to quell my curiosity. "Oh? What's this?" I ask, holding up a small, handmade book.

"It's a coupon book!" Chris smiles, "Each coupon entitles you to various `get me out' situations with me or favors if you need them, no questions asked."

"Oh really? Why didn't you give this to me earlier?" I inquire.

"Why?"

"Because this No nagging from me for a day card would've been perfect today," I joke humorously.

"Wow Dylan... just wow..." he pouts back.

"Aw, tell you what. I'm gonna use this free kiss card, ok?"

"You don't have to use it now," he smiles, leaning in for a quick kiss. "This one is on the house."

"Now I have to make it up to you. Ready for your Christmas gift?"

"Yes!" he quickly answers eagerly, "I mean... sure, I guess..."

I crack up at his attempt to play it cool and kiss him again. "This present is very special because it's not something you can physically keep. Just follow the directions okay?"

"Okay?" he answers, unsure of himself.

"So, this came to me last week while trying to frantically think of the perfect gift for you. Then, it came to me. So, question one, do you know the song Twelve Days of Christmans?"

"Psh, I might've been sheltered, but I wasn't that oblivious."

"Okay... I'm just making sure... since you didn't know what jacking off was until I taught it to you," I poke at him.

"Shut up," he puffs his cheeks.

"I'm just kidding... In any case, I thought it'd be a great idea to give you not one present, but twelve, with a twist."

"Twist you say?"

"Mhm, I call it the Dylan's Awesome Twelve Days of Christmas Surprise Present for Chris present. Or DATDoCSPfC for short."

"Ok..." he rolls his eyes and giggles. "So, what are the presents exactly?"

"Simple, pick a day, sing out the line, and I'll give you my twist for you to enjoy," I flirt back with moving eyebrows. "You just can't pick number one until everything is done."

"Ohh..." he coos back, "So it's that kind of twist. Any suggestions?"

"Well, if you want, you can just go down from twelve, but I'd personally go with five for it to make sense," I offer.

"Well in that case, let's go with five."

"What are the words to that day again?"

"Five golden rings," he states back.

"Oh come on, you can do better than that," I snicker.

"Fine... Five, golden, rings" Chris sings out in grandiosity.

I reach inside the drawers for out kink box and pull out four cuffs and a collar. "Guess what the twist is?" I sly a smile at him.

Chris grins back naughtily at me and starts taking off his clothes. "Is it five, leather rings?"

"Such a smart boy," I reply while snapping the collar on him. Chris quickly binds the cuffs to his ankles and wrists before lying down on the bed.

"Alright, pick a number."

"I guess we'll start with the song. Twelve drummers drumming."

"Thought you might pick that one," I smirk.

"What? Why?"

"Guess what I'm going to be drumming for the next few minutes? I'll give you a hint," I reply while smacking one of his cheeks.

"Mmm..." he moans, "Do that again..."

"Well bend over on my lap and maybe we can arrange something."

Chris quickly bends over on my knees and sticks his butt high in the air. "Make my tushy red please," he begs, wiggling them at me.

"If you insist," I taunt while laying a firm one on him.

"Mmm... I love getting spanked by you Dylan..."

I'll never understand him and his fetishes... It has to be me that does it, no one else. On top of that, it's only certain things like bondage, spanking, light master/slave play, and a little bit of chastity. Everything else is a major turn off for him. ...Spice of life I guess.

"Mmm! Harder Dylan!... Oh yeah... Sss..." he moans every time I drum on his two buttocks. After a few more rounds, I squeeze the two buns playfully and roll him back onto the bed.

"Ok, next."

"You're no fun," he pouts, not having enough attention on his ass. "I guess I'll go with number three..."

"Oh that one's easy to do."

"Does it have something to do with French hens?" he asks innocently.

"Nah... some of these I had to change completely because they won't make sense otherwise. So I changed it to three more kinks."

"...Meaning?"

"Meaning... three more accessories for you to wear," I smile at him. I put a leash on his collar, bind his wrist cuffs together behind his back with a key clip, and a little bell as his name tag. "Comfy?" I ask out of humor.

"Ever so much..." he answers sarcastically. "In any case... I pick nine; nine ladies dancing... You're not gonna dance for me are you?"

"Oh no," I grin at his suggestion. "It's actually much, much worse."

"What do you mean?"

I smile wickedly at him and wiggle my fingers in front of him. "Let me introduce you to the nine ladies plus their ugly sister."

"Oh no... Don't you dare."

"Oh yes Chris." Before he can protest even more, I attack with full might and jab all ten fingers deep into his sides, causing him to explode in laughter and squeals.

"No Dylan! You're too evil!!!" he screams while trying to squirm away. He manages to turn onto his stomach; I seize the opportunity and reach for one of his legs. "NO!!!! EVERYWHERE BUT THERE!"

I ignore his pleas and scratch the soles of his feet, causing him to writhe around like a snake on sand.

"DYLAN PLEASE!... I'M GOING TO PEE MYSELF!"

"Hey, you picked the number."

"HAHAHA... COME ON! HAHAHAHA... I'M REALLY GOING TO PEE!"

I reluctantly let go on him and roll him back onto his back. He closes his eyes and breathes heavily, trying his best to suppress the giggle aftermaths.

"Want a second round?" I ask him while lean forward.

"NO!" he briskly responds. I laugh at him and reach for his back. "Dylan! I said no!"

"I know. I'm just trying to unhook your wrists."

"Oh... thanks..." He turns onto his side, allowing me to unhook his hands. But... once I do, I couldn't help but jab my fingers into his sides again. "Oh my god Dylan!" he laughs out, "You promised!" He pounces away and gets into a defensive stance.

"What? I didn't promise anything."

He just pouts at me, and hits me on the shoulder. "You know I don't like being tickled." Which is a complete lie if you didn't know by now.

"Ok fine... I'll make it up to you... pick a number," I exasperate dramatically.

"...Number ten, ten lords a leaping" he states in the distance.

"Oh I like this one. Because I couldn't think of anything for leaping, I thought we'd just make out for a while when you picked this number."

"Really Dylan? Making out?"

"Yes Chris, making out. Now come over here and kiss me before I decide to tickle you again."

Chris cautiously approaches me. Once he was within reach, I grab him by surprise and pull him in for the longest kiss we've had in a while.

"MMMMMM..." he moans thunderously. I look down and see his hard-on jolt a few times and his toes slightly curled up.

"Want more?" I ask while he's gasping for air. He doesn't reply with words, but instead, with his actions.

Before I can react, he plunges his tongue deep into my mouth, swirling everywhere it get touch. After the immediate surprise dies down, I relax my mouth and let him take over. It's not every day that I get to see Chris so aggressive. Feisty!

What's even hotter is when he decides to rip my clothes off my sexy body. Oh is that skin contact is simply amazing! If I didn't have a sense of self awareness, I might've blown my load right there with all that grinding in between us.

Coming back from my high though, I grab him by the hips and flip us around so that he's the one on the bed now. "Pick the next number," I gasp out before kissing him again.

"...Four!...Four Calling Birds..." he wheezes, out of breath.

"Four hickey marks..." I announce before jabbing my tongue down into his mouth. He moans profoundly again and arches his back up from the bed. I depart from his hot mouth and trace my tongue down.

"Where should I bite Chris?.. Here?" I flirt while swirling my delicate tongue on his lower neck (where the collar isn't blocking off).

"Nnn... Somewhere not visible," he struggles out. Too hot and bothered by the foreplay.

I get the memo and gently bite down on his collarbone area. He sharply inhales and groans a little out of pleasure. I finish one mark by sucking it before moving on to his other half. After repeating the whole process again on his left side, I sit up to admire my handiwork.

"Nice and red Chris... that's going to be there for a few days," I remark.

"Dylan... my arms..." he beseeches in a dream-like state. I smirk at him and quickly finish up the hickeys near his elbows. As I'm finishing up the last one, Chris calls out the next number.

"Two Turtle Doves Dylan..."

"So in other words, two buds to love. Your buds to be exact," I reply before gliding my tongue from his flat tummy to one of his nipples.

"Uh..." he grunts softly and jolts as I dance my pink flesh on the tip. "Mmm... Dylan... I'm so horny..." he groans.

"I know Snuggle Bug... I know... it'll all be worth it in the end," I whisper back before resuming the torture on his hardened tips. By the time I was done with them, they were both equally raw, tender, and abused from the oversensitivity.

"Next Chris," I huff out while taking a short break.

"Seven Dylan..."

"Why you gotta make me work so much?" I imitate his whine.

"Seven swans a swimming," he grins back, ignoring me.

I sigh at him and explain to him the twist. "Swans need water to swim, and the only liquid I have available is my saliva up your ass."

Chris gets the hint by turning around and spreading his legs. I drool over his ass and bury my face deep in between the two cracks, paying extra attention that plump, tight love tunnel of his.

"Ohhh... deeper Dylan..." Chris whimpers, spreading his legs even further apart and exposing his steaming hole with his hands. I respond to his pleas and probe my tongue even deeper into his tight hole, causing him to moan like a bitch in heat.

"Dylan!..." he cries out, "Oh god! Just fuck me now!"

"Ah-ah-ah, can't fuck you until you pick the right number," I tease before swatting his ass playfully.

"Number six!" he grimaces, praying that he gets some of my dick in him.

"Ooo... so close Chris..." I reach in the box and pull out our six-inch dildo. With Chris still in position, I line up the plastic toy and slowly drill it into him.

"Ah!..." Chris jolts while sucking in air. "Sss... it's cold!"

"Sorry," I apologize as soon as it's all the way in. "Enjoying laying out your egg my little goose?"

"Yeah... but for some reason... it doesn't want to come all the way out." Chris jokes.

"Tell you what," I offer, "Why don't we kill two birds with one stone? The last two numbers both have something to do with your dick, so pick wisely and you just might get the best reward for the finish."

"What do I have left again?" Chris asks while I gently probe his ass with the dildo.

"Eight and eleven."

"Oh I see... one's a blowjob and the others a handjob... Uh!... So... it's either I cum in your mouth or on my body... Oh yeah... that feels good..."

"Yup, so pick wisely," I coo while continuing to loosen up his ass for the finale.

"I pick... number eight then- eight maids a milking, and can you not make me cum before we switch to the blowjob?" Chris asks ever so cutely and innocently. "I want to blow my wad in your hot mouth."

"Sure thing Snuggle Bug. Now flip around and rest your legs on my shoulder."

We quickly get into formation with my on my belly and Chris on his back with his legs wrapped around my shoulders. I reach his throbbing, six-inch dick with my right hand and start stroking it painstakingly slow while constantly invading his ass with the dildo.

"Oh yeah Dylan... fuck yeah... Oh! Go faster!"

I ignore him and stay constant with my speed, trying to delay the inevitable.. Occasionally, I'd lick the precum off his purple mushroom just to torture him a bit more.

"Dylan please! Oh fuck! I want to cum!"

"Sorry Chris, but I'm in control," I hoarsely say to him.

"Nnn! Oh god! Can we change our mind about what I said before?" he desperately begs.

"Nope," I flatly state, continuing my sadistic torture on him.

This whole process continues on for about five minutes, with Chris continuously begging for release and me denying him of it. I'd always bring him ever so close to the point of no return, only to pull him back to the realms of plateaus. After the five minutes of this roller coaster ride, I engulf his entire pulsating cock in my mouth and suck him off to completion.

"Oh god yes! Yes Dylan! Suck me off!" Chris exclaims, bucking his hips up against my face. "Yes! Oh god! I'm cumming Dylan! I'm gonna cum-I'm gonna cum-I'm gonna cum!" he repeats while holding off the inevitable. With one last cry of ecstasy and hump, he shoots his thick, scrumptious load deep into the black hole otherwise known as my mouth. Like all the other times he shoots in my mouth, it always hits the back of my throat with the next two or three following close behind. Since he is a growing (and horny) teenager, it isn't uncommon for him to spew out healthy load after healthy load of his boy juice. God how I love the taste of it; I can't get enough of his sweet nectar, even though he probably shoots more than the average person (his record being full shots seven).

"Oh fuck yeah..." he sighs and his dick pulsates one last time. He goes completely limp and enters Cloud 9. I keep it in my mouth, waiting for that last drop to ooze out. Just like said, Chris's body shudders a little and that last bit of stubborn cum finally comes out; I made extra sure to swallow that too.

"Oh man Dylan... thanks for the present..." he giggles.

"We're not done yet," I smirk at him. He looks down at my thick, seven-inch cock and smiles.

"Get the lube ready while I pull out the dildo."

I quickly coat my scalding piece of steel with lube and position myself on top of Chris, who's laying on his stomach.

"On the final day of Christmas, my true love sent to me," Chris first sings out while having the goofiest smile on his face..

"-A fucking... session... from... me," I finish in a grand finale while slowly pushing my dick in him.

"Ohhhhh Dylan... fuck yes!!!! Give it to me!" Chris practically begs.

Once all the way in, I squeeze my arms under him and start humping him. "Oh yeah Chris..." I gruff into his ear, "Tell me what you want."

"Uh... I want my boyfriend to fuck me hard in the ass!" he moans.

"Have you been a good boy this year? Only good boys get this present..."

"Yes Dylan! I've been a very good boy! Oh please! Harder!"

"Really? I think you've been a very... naughty boy," I slur at him, slowing down my humps to torture him just a bit more.

"Noooo Dylan!" he whines, practically begging me to fuck him, "Don't slow down... please!"

"Well you gotta tell me what you want," I pant at him, trying my best to not grant his wish just yet.

"I want you, Dylan Wolfe -my boyfriend- to fuck me long and hard in my ass! I want you to ram your huge cock in there and use my tunnel until it can't be used anymore! AND! I want you to make me moan and whimper like I've never moaned and whimpered before! Now please! Fuck me hard!"

I plant a long kiss on his cheek and pull my dick out until just the tip is at the brim edge of his sphincter muscles. I then whisper into his ear one last time, teasing him just a bit longer, "Are you ready Chris?"

"Oh my god Dylan! Yeaaaa- Ah my god!" he gasps as I ram my dick -hard- into his hot little hole. "Ah yes! Fuck me Dylan! Make it hurt! Mmmmmm!... More!"

He arches his back and moans really loudly, probably enough to wake the neighbors. I take the opportunity to pull him back and into a doggy position. He gets the idea and rests his elbows on the bed. I straighten my back, firmly grasp his ass, and continue pounding away.

"Mmm! Dylan!" he pants out hoarsely, "Can you... play with... my dick too?" Without saying a word, I reach for his hardened member again and start jacking him off. "Ah yeah..." he hisses, "Ah! Sss!... Ah! Just like that!"

I switch from rapid humps back to the slower, but more intense version of fucking. I'd pull out almost all the way, and then roughly jam back into his hole, making Chris scream out pockets of pain and pleasure. I tried my best to angle my stick upward so that it hits his prostate. I can tell I'd hit it every time by the way Chris exaggerates his cute little whimpers.

"Ah!" he squeals softly in a high-pitched voice, "Dylan!... Kiss me!"

I lean over his entire body and maneuver my way to his quavering lips. He turns his head around and wraps his arm around my head, never wanting the passionate kiss to part. His tongues attempts to intrude my mouth, but I fight back. This begins a long, wet, and sloppy tongue war between the two of us. All the while, I'm still slowly making love to Chris's tight hole.

"Ah!..." Chris gasps for air as he plops his head back to a more comfortable position, "Make it rough Dylan... I want it to hurt remember?"

"So needy..." I pant back, reaching for the small paddle inside the kink box. I grab a handful of his fluffy, flaxen hair towards me, causing his head to tilt back. With my other free hand, I alternate between his left and right cheek, giving him little bundles of joy with each spank. Lucky for me too, because every time I make contact on his bare skin, his anal muscles tighten ever so much, squeezing my already throbbing dick even harder.

"Uh! Ow! Oh yeah..." he groans in pure pleasure, "Ohhhh!... Don't stop Dylan!!!... Oh yeah!!! I can feel it coming again Dylan! Keep going!"

I drop the paddle and let go his hair in order to speed up my humping. I lift him up so that we're both on our knees with my left arm around his shoulders and right hand furiously jacking him off. Chris rests his both hands on the wall, twisting his head in agony, desperately wanting the release again.

"Oh yeah Chris..." I sneer into his ear, "I'm gonna cum soon."

"Ohhhh cum for me baby! Cum deep inside me please!" he begs, gritting his teeth.

"Oh god... oh yeah... you have such a hot hole Chris... Mmm! Oh I can feel coming Chris!"

"...Me too!" he grimaces, "Cum together with me!"

I speed up even more to overdrive. Every pound that I make makes a slapping sound again Chris's rounded cheeks. Oh my god is that sound so fucking hot! I stick out my tongue, panting like a dog as I mercilessly drive myself into Chris. He, on the other hand, continues to moan and writhes around.

"Oh! I can't hold it back anymore! I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum!" Chris screams as I feel his dick throbbing and shooting his second load of the night. It wasn't as much as the first round, but nonetheless, still a healthy load for a fifteen year-old boy.

While his dick is pulsating, his anus consequentially starts contracting like crazy. This causes me to go beyond the point of no return. I let go of his dick, hug my lover so close that no air molecules can get in between us, and shoot my load deep into him.

"Oh yeah Snuggle Bug..." I moan into his ear, "Oh fuck yeah... Mmm..." If you think Chris's load was huge, just wait until you see mine. I can already feel it dripping down from the overload.

I collapse onto Chris's back, and he, in turn, drops down onto the bed, equally tired. I slowly pull out my sensitive dick and roll off of him, too tired to even lift myself off of him. It made no difference though since Chris immediately rolls on top of me, with his lips automatically making contact with mine.

"Mmmm..." we both moan as our tongues settle once in for all who is the better kisser. My hands unconsciously start groping him all over, trying desperately to grab whatever they could grab hold of: ass, legs, back, etc.

After about five minutes of heavy making-out, Chris slumps down a little so that his head is resting on my chest. The two of us pant like we've just done the longest workout ever.

"Snuggle Bug... Merry Christmas..."

"Thanks Dylan... for the twelve presents..."

"It was... my pleasure," I smile, rubbing his hair up into a mess.

"Whew!" he sighs, "This was some of the best sex we've ever had!"

"I know right?" I agree with him.

"I expect something better next year," Chris demands playfully.

"Yeah... I don't know if I can." This is somewhat true. I got Shadow for him last Christmas and now this. I'm not sure what else I can do on top of this.

"Oh I'm sure you'll think of something. You are Dylan after all," he giggles back.

I roll my eyes and grab the coupon book he gave me earlier. Flipping through the pages, I find the one that I was looking for. "Hey Chris... I'm using a coupon now."

"Which one?"

"The Free Bubble Bath with Snuggle Bug one."

"What? I didn't put the name Snuggle Bug on it..." he points out.

"I know," I grin back, "I changed it."

Hope you enjoyed the story everyone! Feel free to send me emails if you want! (Just click on my name at the very bottom.) If you've enjoyed the story, feel free to see what other naughty adventures Dylan and Chris have been getting into.

Other than that, Merry Christmas everyone! And a Happy Holidays!

Fortis Frater