Date: Mon, 23 Dec 2013 05:41:15 -0800 (PST)
From: Sven Svensson <swedishjockboyxxx@yahoo.com>
Subject: SANTA CLAUS AND HIS BOY

This is a fantasy story about older and younger teens having sex.  If
that's not your cup of tea, go read something else, but always remember
that fantasy can be so much better than real life.  Merry Christmas, peeps!

Santa Claus and His Boy

Barry was exhausted.  It had been a long day, and he was sick of the
screaming little brats who had surrounded him all day long.  Thank God, it
was two days before Christmas, so just one more day, and he would collect
his check and say goodbye to the whole process!

Barry played Santa Claus at the local mall, sitting in his big chair from
9:30 AM until 5:30 PM, with a one-hour lunch break and occasional breaks to
take a pee.  That was not easy, because the store dressed him in a proper
Santa suit, with a big padded stomach to hide the fact that he himself was
skinny as a beanpole.  Barry was 19 years old, a freshman at the local
university, and strong despite being so lean.  He was a long-distance
runner and rowed on the university's sculling team, so he had good muscles
on his 6'1, 155 pound frame.  He had the black hair and black eyes of a Jew
whose ancestors came from the shtetls of Eastern Europe.  His grandfather
would turn over in his grave if he knew that his grandson was pretending to
be Santa Claus for the goyim and their children, but he was long dead, and
Barry's parents, who were anything but observant Jews, didn't give a shit.
Although they had taken their only son to his bar mitzvah, they only went
to synagogue on the high holidays, and because the suburb in which they
lived was white-bread and Christian, they had always celebrated Christmas
in addition to Hanukkah so that Barry wouldn't feel left out.

Barry was in the area behind the Santa World stage, and he had taken off
the stomach padding and Santa coat, as well as the Santa hat and beard/hair
combo that made his head itch something fierce.  He was about to take off
his Santa pants and finally release his cock from the very tight jockstrap
in which it was encased.  He wore the tight jockstrap because Barry was
what his grandfather would have referred to as a faygalah – a
card-carrying cocksucking homosexual.  Little kids did nothing for Barry,
but sometimes the boys who clambered onto his lap at the mall, often
looking embarrassed but doing so because of their mothers and their
ever-present cameras and I-pods, were a bit older and unbelievably good
looking.  Barry had sucked his first cock at the age of nine and had his
cock sucked for the first time that same day by his eleven-year-old
neighbor Alan, and when Barry's wiener had exploded into fireworks and
music, he was hooked for good, particularly because Alan, who was an early
developer, spilled a bit of sperm onto his tongue – sperm which tasted
like ambrosia to the budding little fag boy.  At any rate, a decade later
Barry had made the mistake of wearing loose jockey shorts to the mall the
first day that he played Santa, and with preteen boys in his lap whispering
in his ear about the toys they wanted for Christmas, he desperately had to
think about geometry or physics to keep his eight-inch cock from stretching
out and giving the kid on his lap more than he had bargained for.  A couple
of times he thought that a kid saw through his getup and saw the gay
teenager underneath, because a few boys squirmed around in his lap more
than seemed to be normal, but by that time he had sentenced his cock to
jockstrap prison, and so that was OK.

Barry more felt than heard someone entering the behind the scenes area as
he stood there, bare chested and preparing to take off his boots so that he
could get the damn Santa pants off. He turned and saw a scruffy-looking kid
looking at him.

"We're closed," Barry said.  "Store's gonna close in 15 or 20 minutes."

"I know," the kid said.  "I just wanna talk to you."  He had floppy blond
hair that hung over his eyes and was wearing an oversized sweatshirt from
the university Barry attended over ratty blue jeans with holes in both
knees.  Barry was suddenly glad that he still had his pants on.  The kid
was pretty.

"Well, what do you want?"

"I wanna tell you what I want for Christmas," he kid said.  "I didn't wanna
sit in your lap out there `cause I'm 13 and that's for little kids."  And
then: "You don't look like no Santa Claus to me.  You look like a kike."

"That's not a nice word," Barry said, realizing that he was sounding like
his mother.  "Where did you learn a word like that?"

"That's what my grandpa calls Jews," the kid said, as if it were the most
natural thing in the world.

"Well, it's an ugly word, and I don't wanna hear it."

The kid stared at him.  "I didn't mean nuthin'.  Sorry, dude."

"It's OK." The boy really was exceptionally good looking, with big blue
eyes looking at him from behind the curtain of hair.  "So what is it that
you want for Christmas?"

The kid looked down at the floor and shuffled his feet.  "A I-pod," he
mumbled.  "I just live with my ma, and she works at two jobs, but we don't
have a lot of money."

"Well, you tell your mom to come and see me tomorrow," Barry said.  He knew
the manager of one of the electronics stores in the mall who had been
trying to get into his pants forever.  Maybe he could swap some sex for an
I-pod.  "I'll see what I can do."

The kid broke into a beaming smile.  He had a gap between his front teeth,
and Barry wanted to scoop him up and eat him.

"Thanks, mister!  That would be the best." And then, very quickly, "I could
give you a blowjob if you wanted."

Barry's heart gave a skip.  "What does a little kid like you know about
that?"

The kid scowled at him.  "I ain't no little kid.  I sucked lotsa cocks
before."

Barry hid a grin.  "Yeah?  Well, what makes you think I'd want that?"

The kid shrugged his shoulders.  "I dunno.  You just look like you might be
a faggot."

Another word from the grandfather?  Barry let it go.  "I don't know.  That
could be trouble."

"I won't tell anyone, cross my heart," the kid said.  "Wanna see my dick?
It's pretty big." And without another word, he pulled up his sweatshirt,
unzipped his jeans, fished around inside, and came out with a boner that
was indeed pretty big for a 13-year-old, five inches or maybe a little bit
more.

Barry's cock immediately began to protest against its sheath.  Oh, shit!
And at that very moment, to make it even worse, the flap leading to the
backstage area opened, and in came Aidan, who was one of the two elves who
helped Santa out during the day.  Aidan was 16 years old and a total
slacker, but he did OK work.  He was dressed in his elf's uniform with the
pointed hat, the green uniform and the pointy shoes.  He took in the scene
in a second, grinned, and said: "Gotcher cock out again, shrimp?  You're
the horniest little motherfucker I ever seen."

The kid didn't even blush.  "Shut up," he said.  "Else I'm never gonna suck
that pencil dick of yours again!"

"Shut up yerself," the elf said.  "What are you doing here anyway?"

The kid pointed at Barry: "He said he could get me a I-pod for Christmas."

The elf gave Santa a sleepy look and grinned again.  "And this one offered
to suck your cock in return, am I right?"

Barry didn't know what to think.  Aidan was a nice-looking teenager, with
fiery red hair and deep green eyes, but he always seemed so zoned out that
Barry had never thought about him in a sexual sense.  Apparently, though
his elf knew this kid, and Barry suddenly had an image of Aidan flat on his
back and naked, with the blond kid between his legs, his head bobbing up
and down, up and down.

Before he could say anything, the kid walked up to him and put his hand on
the front of his Santa pants.  "So you wanna?"

"Go ahead, Santa," Aidan said.  "He's good at it." Then he pulled down the
front of his elf pants and out came another boner, this one long and thin
and really looking like a pencil, now that Barry thought about it.  "I'll
help."

So Barry sent up a little prayer of thanks, pulled down his Santa pants and
gave Aidan and the kid a look at his bulging jockstrap.  The kid hooked his
fingers into the waistband and pulled the jock down.  He got big eyes when
he saw the cock that emerged, a pair of bull balls hanging down and a riot
of black hair around the genitals.  The next thing Barry knew, the kid was
down on his knees, and Barry's cock was bumping the back of the boy's
throat.  Holy Jehovah!  Barry hadn't cum in three or four days, always too
tired after his Santa shift to think about it, and for a second he thought
he was going to cum right then and there.  A hand closed over his hanging
balls and squeezed lightly.

"Yeah," came Aidan's voice.  "Suck Santa's big cock, shrimp!  Suck it
good!" He walked around Barry, put his arms around him and gave his nipples
a squeeze.  Barry gasped.  How did the elf know that he enjoyed tit play?
He reached behind and found Aidan's erect prick.  A few drops of precum
dripped into his hand.  Barry looked down, and all that he could see was a
mess of blond hair, but the kid's right shoulder was moving in a manner
which suggested that he was jerking off.  Barry was over the moon.  The kid
was an excellent cocksucker, using lots of spit and doing things with his
tongue that Barry had never felt before.

One of the hands disappeared from Barry's muscular chest, and a second
later a finger started probing his butthole.  Barry pushed the hand away.
He had never been fucked, and he wasn't sure that he wanted to.  But Aidan
put his finger right back where it started, and it slowly slipped inside
Barry's tight butthole.  After a bit of rooting around, it found Barry's
prostate, and Barry thought that his cock had just swelled to double size.
Fuck!

The kid took his mouth off of Barry's dripping cock and looked up at him.
"Tell me when you're gonna cum," he said.  "I want you to shoot all over my
face." And then he dove back down.

"Such a little perv," Aidan's voice came from behind Barry.  A second
finger had joined the first one inside Barry's rectum.  The elf's voice
breathed into his ear: "Want me to fuck your ass, Santa?" He didn't wait
for an answer.  The two fingers disappeared, and Aidan's six-inch dick slid
effortlessly into Barry's asshole.  Barry grimaced, but only for a second,
because he realized that yeah, he liked the elf's dick inside him while the
boy was sucking on his own tool.  He liked it a lot.

He looked down again at the blond head bobbing back and forth on his dick.
The kid could take about three-quarters of it in his mouth at a time.

"I want you to cum first," Barry told him.  "I want you to cum on my cock."
Aidan was fucking him hard now, short, fast jabs that put his ass on fire
and made him tingle.

The kid stood up and grinned at Barry.  "Ready?"

It took him just a couple of yanks on his boner, and then five or six
spurts of burning cum ejaculated all over Barry's cock.  The kid didn't
have a lot of pubic hair, and Barry realized that it was as blond as the
hair on his head.  The kid looked beyond gorgeous, his eyes shut and his
mouth hanging open as the orgasm ripped through his body.

That done, the kid immediately dropped back down on his knees.  First he
licked his own sperm up from Barry's cock, and then he dove back down.
Barry knew that it wasn't going to be long.

"I'm gonna cum," the elf grunted behind him.  "Oh, yea, I'm gonna shoot my
load in you, Santa!"

And so Barry pushed the kid's head away and grabbed his cock.  Aidan's
prick rammed deep into him, and he felt warm cum squirting into his
asshole.  That was all Barry needed, and he squelched the desire to roar
loudly as the orgasm blasted from his toes and straight into his crotch.
Half a minute later, it looked like the kid's face had been whitewashed.
The kid had his mouth open and his tongue going a mile a minute to catch
the shooting cum.  Barry thought that if he could have cum for six hours,
he would have.  He bent over to lick some of his spooge from the boy's
beautiful face.  He was that the kid was masturbating frantically, and a
few seconds later, another jet of teen cum jetted out of his balls.

A few minutes later, the three of them were back in their clothes.  Barry
felt embarrassed.  Rooting around with his elf and this kid – what had
he been thinking?  But the boy looked so angelic that he didn't think about
that too long.

"Don't forget what you promised," the kid said.

"I won't," Barry said.  "What's your name anyway?"

"Sam," the kid said, "but everybody calls me Scooter."

"OK, Scooter.  Like I said, have your mom come and see me tomorrow."  And
then the kid was gone.

Aidan was sitting on the table in the backstage area and grinning like the
shit-eating weasel he was.

"Told ya," he said.  "That kid can suck the chrome off a bumper."

Barry couldn't disagree.

***

The next day, when Mrs. Jackson came back to the mall to tell Barry that
her son had been pestering her about it for the past eighteen hours, he
reached under his chair and pulled out a box with an I-pod.

"Sometimes the store gives presents to kids," he told the woman.  She
didn't need to know that Eddie, the pimply assistant manager of the
electronics store, had spent ten minutes that morning frantically and not
particularly expertly sucking on Barry's big cock before Barry had helped
out with his own hand and blasted a big load down the back of Eddie's
throat.  Eddie had been puppy-dog grateful, and the I-Pod was in Barry's
hands.  Mrs. Jackson was grateful beyond words, and when Barry looked
behind her, he saw Scooter half-hidden behind a Christmas tree, grinning at
him, one hand massaging his crotch and the other one giving him a high
sign.  Barry grinned.  It was his last day at the Santa job.  Maybe Scooter
would come to see him again.