I came upon a midnight clear.

Actually, it was several hours before midnight. And my head wasn't exactly clear. But I definitely came.

We had concluded our annual holiday choir concert with "We Wish You A Merry Christmas.” I was thinking of Mary, the perky Alto standing just in front of me, while I oversang the word "Merry" (or “Mary”), as I'd often jokingly done in rehearsal. Mary playfully threw back an elbow.

She nailed me in the thigh - missing my semi-hard cock by about three inches. Perhaps I’d let my thoughts drift a little too hard towards what must lurk inside Mary's robe. It's worth mentioning that I'd been honoring the unofficial (and officially forbidden) senior-year tradition of going commando under my stifling velvet robe. I wondered if she was bare under there too, though good girls never tell. I wondered if Mary would, though.

While the rest of the choir headed off to change after the applause, Harry and I started in on the "robe-and-riser duty” we’d been assigned that night, entrusted with putting everything away and locking up the auditorium for the night.

As the rest of the choir dispersed, we each popped an edible, then set to work taking down the risers and hauling them to the storeroom. We jokingly sang dirty versions of classic carols as we worked, including "O Cum All Ye Faithful," "Dick the Halls," "I Saw Three Tits” and "I Heard the Balls on Christmas Lay," getting increasingly baked and giggly.

Tidying up the females' robe room, making sure everything was hung up and packed away properly, we laughed ourselves silly with the “Ball-elujah Chorus.” Then I started poking fun at Harry's crush on Beth, a shapely blonde Soprano, by singing, "O tittie town of Beth-lay-him, how still I want to taste thy pie..."

"Listen, man, I'm going to grow a shepherd's staff if you keep singing about her."

"Oh, God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman ... Sausage," I sang, snickering.

"And by the way," he said as we locked up and headed into the guys' robe room, "I heard you belting out that 'Mary Christmas' shit. Looks like she almost elbowed you in the dick."

"Yeah, thank God I was doing the senior tradition tonight,” I swaggered, swaying my hips as if swinging my willie around, “or I wouldn’t have been able to dodge the blow.”

"Too bad for you. That would have been the only blow your dick would get from her tonight. I thought I saw you tenting over there. Were you picturing yourself having a very Mary Christmas?”

"Maybe. Were you picturing Beth and eating her Christmas pie?"

"Hell yeah! You weren’t the only one tenting,” he said as he got his clothes out of his locker and pulled off his robe, failing to turn his back like he normally would. Harold's hair-framed cock, while not fully hard, was unmistakably engorged.

"Hark the Harold Angel's Thing," I blurted out in song, looking at his swaying manhood.

"Ding-Dong Merrily on High," Harold could barely belt back, giggling uncontrollably at his joke. He seemed to be stiffening under my gaze, though.

I disrobed in turn, chuckling “Jolly old Saint Dick” as I exposed my own chub.

Harry’s now stuck straight out. “See, this is what happens when I start picturing Beth’s lips wrapped around it.” I stiffened within seconds as Harry watched. He gulped, “Uh, how about you?"

"Umm, yeah, I'm picturing lips around mine too.”

"Mary’s lips?" Harry challenged, stepping forward.

"Rhymes with Mary," I giggled, unsure that this all wasn’t a joke. Nevertheless, I too inched closer.

Harry licked his lips. “Like I said, we won’t get Mary’s or Beth’s lips on us tonight."

"No," I answered, stepping forward just enough for our blood-strained penises to touch, “but I can think of a next-best option."

"Who says next-best?" he said, softly grasping my rod. "This could be just as good."

I swooned at his touch. “I wouldn't know,” I hissed. “I've never done anything like this."

"Neither have I,” he said, leaning in. “Are you sure you want to?”

I nodded, parting my lips to meet his, my tongue probing into his mouth as instinctively as if I’d kissed guys lots of times.

After mashing my mouth while we tenderly felt up our cocks, Harry started sucking on my neck. “Oh my God,” I exclaimed, surprised a guy could make me feel like this. “Maybe this is as good as it would be with Mary.”

“It’ll be as good as we choose to make it,“ his hot breath whispered in my ear, wetting his lips. “How about I wrap these rhymes-with-Mary lips around your dick, just like you were imagining?”

He fell to his knees, summarily taking my erection into his moist, manly mouth. Reflexively, I took in a deep breath, having only had my penis in a mouth twice before. While pleasurable, those had been brief and slightly toothy occasions, followed by my girlfriend finishing me off manually. Harry, by contrast, was all in. He bobbed for a minute, then took me out of his mouth and licked all around my glans, sending me to heaven. Then he spit on my dong and enveloped me again.

“Hawk Tuah on the Mountain.” I sang, making us both giggle so hard he had to stop.

“Joy to the World, I’ll Make You Cum,” he guffawed back, doubling over with stoned snickering. Once he regained control of himself, he made good on that promise, swallowing both my cock and the load of semen that followed not two minutes later.

I returned the favor - and he returned the flavor - thoroughly enjoying my first taste of dick. After a very long cumkiss during which we massaged our slickened but softened schlongs together, we finished packing up the robes. Naked. Then we reluctantly got dressed and locked up the robe room.

Harry Christmas, everyone.