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Subject: Santa's Touch (m/b b/b)
Date: 28 Dec 1994 18:41:25 -0500
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This is a story involving consensual sexual activity between a man and
boys if it offends you stop reading now.
I wish to allow free electronic distribution of this story, but and
printed version of this story shall remain copyrighted by the author.
Santa's Touch
By Brent Alexander
Please send any comments or criticisms to Brent Alexander at
>an170168@anon.penet.fi
No, it wasn't the night before Christmas, that"s been done. I'm
remembering my story on the night before Christmas Eve. I was very
excited, thinking about our family gathering on Christmas Eve. Lying in
my bed, I began to think about all the Christmas stories I've heard. They
were special, and always included Santa Claus. I don't believe in Santa
Claus anymore, But he's in this story too.
I began wondering what Christmas would be like this year. My dad has a
good friend from his college days, we call him Uncle Jeremy. He has no
children, so he always celebrates Christmas with us. He dresses up like
Santa Claus and tells us stories. All of us know its Uncle Jeremy, but
for one night, Christmas Eve, we suspend our beliefs and pretend that
Santa comes to our house for a private visit.
Santa is a kind man. He puts the youngest on his lap while the rest of us
sit at his feet. I remember when I was the youngest. There weren't any
children after me for eight or nine years. I was Santa's boy for many
years. Even now that I'm fourteen, I think I'm still his favorite nephew.
He is definately my favorite uncle. we have always been able to talk
about anything. I could never talk to my parents about some of the things
I've spoke to Santa about.
I remember last Christmas best. Santa told us a story just like always.
We sat on the floor at his feet near the blazing fire. The heat from the
fire melted the snowy footprints he tracked across the carpet. Electric
window candles cast a golden glow across the room. Our Christmas tree
blinked in the corner while the elctric trains did donuts around its
trunk. Our voices were hushed, and our undivided attention belonged to
Santa. Even Mom was hypnotized by his deep-throated warmly-spoken voice.
Uncle Jeremy was my favorite Uncle for more than his story telling
ability. He had a gentle touch. I enjoy it when he hugs me. His delicate
touch raises goose bumps all over my body. I love that feeling. I was
thirteen when I first noticed that I got an erection as he touched me this
way. I didn't realize it at first, but the summer after that Chrismas, I
noticed feeling that way again when my friend Bobby put his arm across my
shoulder while we talked. I saw the same goose bumps on Bobby's leg whenn
my bare skinned leg lightly rubbed against his as we talked about our
plans for the long summer ahead.
Uncle Jeremy met Bobby once, and they liked each other instantly. Its
must have been Santa's magic. Bobby would always ask me about my nice
uncle. Bobby wanted to know about the stories he told and what presents
he gave me. Bobby envied my relationship with Uncle Jeremy. He didn't
have any uncles, just aunts. He wanted an uncle to treat him as nicely as
Uncle Jeremy treated us.
Bobby, Scott and I have always spent New Years Eve together. And, last
year was no different all of our parents went over to Scott's house. His
parents always have a "Grown-up" party. All my friends came to my house.
We had a party of our own.
All three of us were lying, relaxed on the sofa, watching MTV with the
speakers booming when Uncle Jeremy came in through the family room door.
We were happy to see him. He was tired of the grown-up's party, so he
decided to visit his favorite nephew.
He squeezed in between me and Scotty. (Sometimes we called him Scott and
sometimes we called him Scotty. The same was true for Bob and Bobby. I
never liked "Marky," but they called me that everyonce in a while.) We
were joking around telling corny jokes. When we got to laughing, we
started poking each other and tickling Uncle Jeremy. He gigledand tickled
us back. I tickled Scotty right of the sofa on to the floor. Scotty was
lying on his back when Bobby pushed me over the edge, and I landed on top
of him. I felt, poking in to my hip Scotty's raging hard-on. Of course I
couldn't let it go. I just had to say, "Is that a banana in your pocket
or you just happ to see me?" We all gigled.
Uncle Jeremy said, "Bobby's happy to see me too."
Bobby responded, "It looks like we're ALL happy to see each other!"
I noticed that Bobby and I weren't the only ones who got the goose bumps.
Scotty and Uncle Jeremy got them too. I asked Uncle Jeremy to tell us a
story. He agreed and wanted all of us to cuddle together. He sat on the
floor leaning against the sofa. I sat to his right, and Scotty sat to his
left. He put his arms around us. I felt that warm stimulating feeling
deep in my loins as he delicately ran his finger in a circle on my
shoulder. Bobby wanted to be close to Uncle Jeremy too. So he stretched
out on the floor in front of him laying his head in Uncle Jeremy's lap.
"you guys want me to tell you a story, huh?"
"Yeah," we all said in unison.
Santa's Touch (part 2)
by Brent Alexander
"O.K., I'll tell you something that'll keep you hard for a while. How
'bout that?" We didn't answer. We were past talking. We just looked at
him with lust in our eyes, and shook our heads up and down. He was a nice
man He knew what we wanted and he gave it to us. We wanted to hear
about sex. All guys want to hear about sex. At fourteen its natural to be
interested in sex.
The only sex I ever had was with my right hand. I wanted so badly to
touch Bobby's leg that day with the goose bumps, but I didn't. I thiught
I was the only one who wanted to have sex with another boy. I didn't know
he wanted the same thing.
Uncle Jeremy started his story. He told us about climbing the latter to
his tree house and discovering that his good friend Danny was jacking-off
with a weight lifting magazine. Jeremy started to laugh, as we all do
when we stumble upon something that makes us uncomfortable.
Danny was initially embarressed. He quickly zipped his pants up and tried
to hide the magazine. Jeremy wouldn't let him hide it.
"What's that magazine?" Jeremy coyly asked.
"Oh, nothing," Danny squirmed as he replied.
"Well, if its nothing then let me see it! " demanded Jeremy. Danny handed
the magazine to to Jeremy and Jeremy says, "I've seen this magazine
before. These guys have great bodies! I hope mine looks like this when I
grow up," Jeremy says pointing to one of the men. There was a pause in
the conversation as Jeremy inspected more of the pictures. I love this
little area right here on his chest." He was pointing to the man's chest
in the magazine. "Its right here on you." He touched the same spot on
Danny's chest. Danny leaned over and touched the same spot on Jeremy's
chest and said, "Yeah, and its right here on you too."
Uncle Jeremy ran his finger in the same circular motion that he was
touching my shoulder with. I started to get hard again.
"What'd you do?" I insisted.
"I reached over and unbuttoned his shirt. It was early fall, so it wasn't
too cold out yet. All we had on were button-down-the-front shirts and
jeans. He leaned back and I spread the two halves of his shirt apart. I
could see that he already had a nice body. His skin was smooth. I
continued to rub my finger in a circle. I rubbed it in a circle around
his chest then over to his nipple. He was ticklish. I continued in a
line which circled his other nipple and back down the center of his chest,
and then down his belly to his belly button. I wanted to tastes his
skin. I leaned over and licked his belly.
"Did he push you away when you licked him?" Bobby asked.
"Don't be stupid! Would you? disbelievingly asked Scotty.
"Now guys! we're not here to fight. We're her to love each other," Uncle
Jeremy said.
"Oooooh, that sounds good," I said.
"Who wants to love THIS?" Scotty asked with a big grin on his face while
grabbing his erect penis. All of us giggled.
Uncle Jeremy continued his story, "He liked it when I licked his belly.
He reached downand unbuckled his pants. He unzipped his pants again. He
didn't even have to ask me, I just leaned over and licked hid hard cock."
"Suck it," Danny said. And I wanted to suck it so badly. I'd been
wanting to suck a hard cock for so long. I plunged forward and opened my
mouth. Little droplets of clear liquid were dribbling from the tip of his
cock. I licked them. They tasted salty."
"I thought sperm would taste like snot," I said to him.
"No! Those first few drops are 'pre-cum'. They are the best part. They
are the sweetest.
I put my mouth back in his lap. I took his cock in my mouth. It got
harder. I went up and down on it. He was moaning. He liked what i was
doing fo him.
We got into a rhythm. He was thrusting and I was pushing my mouth down on
him. It was a repetitive in and out motion. My head was going up and
down. His hips were going in and out. He held me tightly around the back
of my head and said, "I'm going to cum" I wanted him to pump all of his
hot cumm into my mouth. I wanted to taste more of his love juice. And
then it happened. It was wonderful! I swallowed it as it pumped from his
balls. I swallowed all of it.
I rested my face on his tummy where I first began to lick him. His skin
was still damp from my tongue. I could smell my saliva mixed with the
delicate odor of his skin.
"Now you lay back. Its my turn to do you," he said while pushing me back.
I looked over and saw that Scotty was as hard as a I was. Bobby couldn't
help himself. He had a straggled hold on his dick. I wanted to grab it
away from him and suck it down MY throat. I wanted him to grab MY dick
and suck it down his throat.
someone had changed the channel. Dick Clark was now on T.V. counting
backwards to midnight. It was almost time for my parents to come home.
They would catch us if we started any sucknig now, but there was always
the new year. All of us knew a secret about the others we didn't know
before. But, somehow I think Santa knew all along.
Christmas is only two mornings away, and New Year's Eve is only a week
after that. This year is definately going to be a NEW year, besides I
heard that a new hot boy named Ronnie just moved in down the street. I
got a good look at him yesterday. I think I'll get his parent's invited
to the "Grown-Ups" party, and invite HIM to OUR party this year. I rolled
onto my back and jacked my self to sleep.
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Any coments or critcisms may be directed to Brent Alexander at-->
an170168@anon.penet.fi Thanks, Brent