Date: Fri, 24 Dec 2010 22:33:20 +0000
From: Mark Angle <markangle@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Santa's List

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I knew I shouldn't have, but I waited for Santa. I waited for the
house to be all quiet and I hid and waited. I was  sure  I  would
fall  asleep  but  I didn't. I waited for a very long time. There
was snow outside, but it was very warm in  the  living  room.  At
some  time  (I  don't know when: there was no clock around me), I
heard a noise. I took a peek and Santa was here.

He was huge and dressed in red and white. He had a big bag,  like
in  the pictures. He was looking at a list and seemed confused. I
didn't know what to do. He was just standing there. The  snow  on
his  coat was turning into small drops of water. So I came out of
my hiding place and I asked him what was wrong.

He said, "You're not supposed to see me!" I  knew  that.  I  felt
bad, but I was just too curious.

Since  he  look  upset, I told him, "Sit down, Santa." He thought
about it for a moment and then he sat down  on  an  armchair.  He
still looked very worried.

I asked again, "What's wrong, Santa?"

He  looked down and said, "You're on my list, boy, see?" I looked
at his list and my name was there. Santa went on,  "But  I  don't
know  if  you're naughty or nice. It should be on there, but it's
not."

I thought about it and said, "Well, I try very hard to  be  good.
But I guess only you really know how good I am." Santa was so big
he was taking all the place on the armchair. He looked  all  soft
and  cuddly.  I  asked,  "Santa,  would you mind if I sat on your
lap?"

Santa shot me a big, wide, smile though his big beard. His  beard
still had a bit of snow on it. He said in a warm, reassuring way,
"Sure, boy, you can sit on my lap. Boys can always sit on Santa's
lap." Santa leaned down and picked me up as if I weighed nothing.
He placed me on his lap, with my face to his right. My feet  were
hanging  off  the other side of the armchair. As soon as I was on
his lap, I started hugging him very hard.  He  smiled  and  said,
"You  like Santa, don't you, boy?" I said I guess I did. All boys
like Santa. But I told Santa it just felt so good to be there. It
felt  warm  and safe. And then I hugged him even harder. I looked
up to his face. He was looking at me too. The way he had to lower
his  face  to look at me showed me just how big Santa really was.
He still had his warm, wide  smile.  His  moustache  covered  his
thick  lips.  I asked, "Santa, doesn't your moustache tickle your
lips?" He smiled again and said, "I don't know. I guess I'm  used
to  it."  I  pushed  Santa moustache away from his top lip, but I
just felt back on again. Santa said, "Now, THAT tickles!"

When I took my hand away, it brushed against  Santa's  beard.  It
was really soft. I brushed my hand against it again. I asked, "Do
you mind, Santa?" But Santa said he didn't mind. I could do  what
I wanted. I said, "Santa, I want to show you that I'm a good boy,
but I don't know how." I knew good boy did what they're told, but
wasn't sure if there was anything Santa wanted me to do. As I was
stroking Santa's beard, I guess I was pulling his head down,  be‐
cause  after  a  while, our lips were almost touching. When I re‐
alised that, I pulled him by the back of the  neck,  just  a  bit
closer.  I  wanted our lips to touch. I don't know why. When they
touched, I noticed how Santa smelled.  He  smelled  like  burning
wood,  and  his belt smelled like leather, and his skin and beard
smelled like a man. He wasn't smiling any more.  He  was  looking
right at me. There were a few wrinkles around his eyes.

Suddenly,  Santa  put  a  hand  behind my head and pushed my face
against him. He kissed me. It was a deep and powerful  kiss.  His
other  arm  was  holding  me hard against him, grabbing me by the
lower back. When he was done kissing me, he looked right down  at
me  with  very  serious eyes and kissed me again, holding me very
hard against him with both his arms. I put  my  arms  around  his
head  and  pulled him back towards me. Then I pushed him back and
kissed him softly on the lips. I rubbed my face in his beard.  It
was so soft and so big! I noticed he was sweating. I licked a bit
of his sweat off of him. It was salty and manly. It made me  feel
all weird.

I  asked,  "Are  you too hot, Santa?" He asked, "Do you mind if I
just open up my coat, boy?" I said no.

Santa opened up his coat. He was naked under it.  He  had  a  big
belly  and  a  big  chest  and it was all covered with hair, with
thick white hair. It was all sweaty. I started licking a  bit.  I
didn't  ask permission but it looked like Santa didn't mind. Then
I started sucking on Santa's nipple. The right one.  Like  every‐
thing on Santa, it was huge, and it was red. I chewed on it, just
a bit. Santa closed his eyes and started moaning.  He  pushed  my
head  to  his other nipple. I did the same thing with it. Santa's
nipples got all hard and started sweating a bit. I went  back  to
the  first nipple. Santa said, "That feels good, boy. Santa likes
what you're doing." I was glad I made Santa happy. It's true that
I love Santa, as all boys should.

I  started  licking Santa around the nipples too. I licked around
and, I don't know why, I got to Santa armpits. Santa  felt  that,
and  took  his coat off. It just fell off on the ground. I took a
small lick in Santa's armpit, and then he suddenly pushed my head
right in with his other hand, and lowered his arm, so all I could
breath was Santa's armpit. I never  thought  I  could  feel  like
that.  It  was  like Santa was all inside of me. I breathed in as
hard as I could. I didn't want to lick any  more  because  I  was
afraid it would make the magical Santa smell go away. Santa lift‐
ed his arm just a bit. Santa's arm was about a wide as  my  whole
head! Maybe even a bit wider. He said, "Now, lick, boy. Lick San‐
ta's armpit. Show Santa how much you  love  him  by  licking  his
pit." And as I hesitated, he added, "Do it for Santa."

I  dived  right  in  and started licking Santa's pit as hard as I
could. I licked everywhere. The pit was huge. It had Santa  smell
from  halfway  up the arm, and on Santa's side, to lower than the
nipple. I licked and licked and Santa was moaning and saying, "Of
yes!  Santa  likes  that."  And, "Do you like Santa's pit?" And I
said, "Yes, Santa. I love your pit." And  Santa  asked,  "Do  you
like  how  Santa's  pit smells?" And I said, "I love how your pit
smells, Santa." But the truth was, there was less and less  smell
as  I  went.  And  Santa  asked, "And do you like how Santa's pit
tastes?" And I said, "I do, Santa. I  do  love  how  Santa's  pit
tastes."  But I added in a small voice, "But it tasted better be‐
fore."

Santa pulled me away from his pit and smiled. He had never  taken
his  Santa hat off. He gave me a big, deep, long kiss again lick‐
ing his own Santa smell from inside my mouth, and  said,  "You've
made  Santa  very  happy."  I  answered, "I loved it too, Santa!"
Then, without saying a word, he shoved me roughly into his  OTHER
pit. The smell hit me like a brick! I could not believe it but it
was even better than the first time. I was held down  by  Santa's
big hand and Santa's big arm. Santa said, in his low, deep voice,
"Breath it in, boy. Breath Santa in. Let Santa's smell get inside
of  you." I did want Santa told me to do, and breathed in as hard
as I could. I wanted to feel Santa's smell fill my whole body and
my  whole mind. I felt like I was all empty and Santa was filling
me with warm, strong happiness.

Then, when I knew the time was right, I  started  licking  Santa.
Santa started moaning. Without being told, I took short breaks to
say, "I love to lick Santa's pit. I love  how  your  pit  smells,
Santa. I love how Santa's pit tastes." And I added, "I love being
in Santa's pit." It was true. I wished I never had to leave  San‐
ta's  pit.  Santa said, but it was not a question, "You belong in
Santa's pit, boy." I just answered, "Yes, Santa. I belong in your
pit."

Then  I understood something and felt very sad. I stopped licking
and looked at Santa. I wanted to cry. Santa looked very upset  by
me being sad. He said, "What's wrong, boy?" I said, trying not to
sob, "It's all gone, Santa. Your Santa smell, your  Santa  taste.
It's  all  gone! I licked it all away." It felt stupid to cry for
something as simple as that, but I really felt terrible about it.
Santa  hugged  me,  and kissed me hard. That made me feel better.
The kiss and feeling Santa's beard all over  my  face.  He  said,
"There, there, boy. Don't worry. The Santa smell you love will be
back soon." But I didn't know if I could wait. This  time  I  was
really  crying, and I said, "But Santa, you said that licking you
showed how much I loved you, and I love you more than that,  more
than I've licked you. And now, I have no way to show it."

Santa  hugged  me  again  and kissed me again. He said, "There is
some Santa smell left, boy. But it's only for really, really good
boys."  My  face was covered in tears and I said, "I want to be a
really good boy for you, Santa. Please let me show you that I can
be a really good boy!"

He  said,  "Get  up!"  I was a bit afraid. I thought I'd said the
wrong thing and he was going to go away. But he stood up and took
off his trousers. He left his boots on. Huge, black, round, shiny
leather boots. Like for  his  coat,  he  had  nothing  under  his
trousers.  His  penis  was gigantic, and it was hard. He sat back
down. He was only wearing his hat and boots now. I  couldn't  re‐
sist,  I  had  to  touch him again. I just rubbed my hands on his
chest and thighs and arms. They were hairy all over, and warm. He
was just grunting a bit and looking at me. He asked, "Do you want
more Santa smell, boy?" I don't know why, but I fell to my  knees
and  looked  up to him when I said, "Yes, Santa, yes, I want more
Santa smell." I grabbed one of Santa's boots and held it  against
me.  Santa  patted  me  on  the head with a smile and said, "Good
boy!" It was the first time he said whether I was a good  boy  or
not! I was so happy!

Santa  gently  pulled  me off his boot and shifted forward on the
armchair; then he grabbed his massive legs from behind the  knees
and  lifted  hem up high and spread them apart. I was facing San‐
ta's asshole. There it was, round and a bit puffy, in the  middle
of  a  huge, hairy ass. Santa said in a strict, commanding voice,
"Smell my ass, boy. Smell Santa's ass." I was sure I was going to
regret  it, but I braced myself and smelled Santa's ass. I was so
surprised I almost fell down to the floor. It  was  like  Santa's
pits  but  only better. I couldn't resist, I started kissing San‐
ta's hole; I kissed his ass lips with my face lips. It felt good,
it  felt  right. I rubbed my face in the hair of his crack. I had
never been happier. Santa was moaning, "Such a good  boy!  You're
such  a good boy!" I was rubbing Santa's ass lips against my face
cheeks. It felt so good! Santa said, "Smell Santa's ass, boy."  I
put  my nose all over Santa's ass and smelled. It made me feel so
good I was dizzy. I said, "Thank you Santa!  Thank  you,  Santa!"
And  I  could  hear Santa was smiling again when he said, "Such a
good boy!"

Then Santa said, "Now lick Santa's ass, boy! Lick!" I licked San‐
ta's  ass for a very long time. In all the ways I could think of.
I licked his ass up and down, I licked his hold round and  round,
I  liked  his  crack up and down, and from the inside to the out‐
side. I licked the middle of his crack up and down,  teasing  him
by  skipping  the  hole, I rubbed my face in his spit‐covered ass
hair. Santa was moaning hard, almost  screaming.  Then  he  said,
"Stick your boy tongue up Santa's hole!" I did it before even re‐
alising that I was doing it, like my mind was no longer  mine.  I
stuck  by  tongue  up  Santa's hole as deep as I could. It wasn't
difficult: Santa's hole was very soft  and  loose,  but  I  still
didn't  manage to go very deep because my tongue is not very big.
Santa was moaning, "Yes, boy! Yes! Lick  Santa's  hole!  Lick  it
deep!"

After  I'd  licked  Santa  some  more,  I wanted to go on, but my
tongue and mouth were getting sore. I was  resting  my  hands  on
Santa's boots, grabbing them by the side, pulling them against me
so I could rub myself against them. I tried to go on licking, but
I  was  too  sore  and  I had to slow down. I stopped to catch my
breath and Santa picked me up and kissed me. Again he rubbed  his
tongue  all over the inside of my mouth to get as much of his own
Santa taste as he could. And I felt his beard all over my face. I
kissed  him back, on the lips, all over his face, as well as with
deep kisses. I looked at him. He was so handsome with  his  Santa
hat!  I  said, "I really love you, Santa. I just... I didn't know
your ass could do something like that." Santa answered,  "And  do
you  know your own ass can do great things too?" I was surprised.
I said, "I don't know how my ass can do anything like  what  your
did to me just now."

Santa  held  me  in  his  big arms, got up and lay me on my back,
across the armchair with my head towards his left. He was  facing
me.  He said, "This is another thing good boys do." I immediately
answered, "I'll do it, Santa! I'll do it for you! I want to be  a
good boy for you, Santa!" Santa smiled, and gently pushed my legs
apart. He caressed my cheek with his right hand, then  he  slowly
started  pushing  my mouth open with his thumb. After a moment, I
found myself sucking on Santa's thumb as if it were mine. Then he
took his thumb out and put his second finger in. Each of his fin‐
gers were extremely much thicker than my penis, for example.  But
then  again,  Santa was huge all over. His penis was now hard and
pointing straight up and it was much thicker than my arm.

Santa made me suck his finger for a while, taking it in and  out.
While  he  was  doing that, he was looking deep in my eyes. I was
looking deep in his. They were beautiful, dark  with  big,  bushy
eyebrows,  and  a few wrinkles around them. I was rubbing my hand
against his big belly and playing with his big nipples. Santa was
mouthing  the  words, "You're a good boy for Santa. You're a good
boy." Then he took his finger out of my mouth and pulled  it  far
away.  He  was  looking so deeply at me, it was like he could see
inside of me. He whispered, "You're a  good  boy  for  Santa."  I
looked back at him with his beautiful white beard and his big hat
and I said, knowing it to be true and important, "I'm a good  boy
for Santa." As soon as I said that, I felt Santa's finger pushing
against my asshole. My asshole got a bit loose, but just  a  bit.
Santa's  finger  was  huge, only the tiniest tip of it got it. He
turned his finger a bit inside my ass. He was still looking  down
at  me.  I was looking up at him. He again said softly, "You want
to be a good boy for Santa." I repeated, "I want to be a good boy
for Santa." My ass opened up a bit more and Santa's finger went a
bit further in. Santa again kissed my on the lips, looking at  me
gravely.  I  felt his beard on my face and my lips. He said, "You
want to do as Santa tell you, boy." I said, "I want  to  do  what
you tell me, Santa." And again, Santa's finger went a bit further
in.

Then something happened. I felt like I loved Santa even more,  if
such  a  thing  was  possible.  I screamed, "Oh Santa!" And Santa
said, "You're a good boy." My ass lips  closed  hard  on  Santa's
finger. Santa said, "Relax, boy." As we were staring deep at each
other, Santa slowly took his finger out and  licked  it  himself.
His  spit  was a lot thicker than mine. I thought he was going to
put his finger up my ass again and I was spreading my legs as far
apart  as I could. Santa said, "Patience, boy." Good boys are pa‐
tient. Santa pinched my nipples just a bit. My hole relaxed. Then
Santa  did  something  I did not expect: he took one of his boots
off and then a sock. He licked his finger all over and  just  be‐
fore  putting  it up my ass, still staring at me, he put the sock
over my nose and mouth. I was hit by the  strongest  Santa  smell
I'd felt yet. My ass opened wide and Santa shoved his huge finger
all the way in. Then he took it out just a bit and then shoved it
back  in  REALLY  deep. Then he did that again and again. I said,
"More Santa! More! I want to be more of a good boy for you!" San‐
ta  smiled and asked, "Are you glad you did as Santa told you?" I
said, "Yes, Santa! Yes! Don't stop, Santa!" I breathed into  San‐
ta's sock as deep as I could. The feeling always got stronger.

Then  something happened and I screamed. It was as if Santa's got
completely inside of me,  as  if  waves  of  Santa  were  rushing
against all of my skin. And then it was gone. Santa took his fin‐
ger out of me. I was panting. I smelled hard  into  Santa's  sock
again.  Santa  kissed  me. I rubbed my face in his beard. I said,
"Thank you Santa! Thank you!" But I wanted to do more.  I  asked,
"Santa,  is there anything I can do for you? Anything?" And Santa
looked at me again and said in his deep voice, "You remember when
you licked my finger earlier? I would really like it if you could
do the same for this." While he said the last part, he was  look‐
ing down at his huge dick.

I jumped onto Santa's dick. It hardly fit in my mouth. I tried to
suck it, but I licked instead. I could get the head in my  mouth,
and  I  turned my tongue around it. I even poked his piss slit in
my tongue. Santa's dick had a bit of the Santa smell, but not  as
much as Santa's ass or his sock. After just a bit of me trying to
suck Santa's dick, he lifted me up, he sat back on  the  armchair
and lay me down with my head near his dick and my ass towards his
face. Santa started licking my ass while  I  tried  to  suck  his
dick.  My  own dick was pretty hard, and I rubbed it against San‐
ta's belly. I rubbed my whole body against Santa's belly. It  was
warm  and soft and huge and round and hairy all over. I rubbed my
face in the hair just above Santa's  dick  and  smelled  it  too.
Sometimes  I  heard  Santa say, "Such a good boy. Such a good boy
for Santa!"

Then Santa held my head back and said,  "Now,  boy,  you  have  a
choice.  You  can  get something from Santa that only the really,
really, really good boys can get. Only the boys that Santa  likes
the most. It'll come out of Santa's dick and you'll have to swal‐
low it very fast. If you do, part of Santa will be in you  for  a
long time. Do you want to do that, boy?" I answered, "Yes, Santa!
I want it! I want you in me that way! I want to be a good boy for
you,  Santa!"  And  I went on licking Santa's dick as hard and as
long as I could. Then I heard Santa grunt very loudly and I stuck
my lips on Santa's dick. And it came. It was thick and warm and I
swallowed it. It came coming and coming. Santa screamed  when  it
did.  I thought it hurt Santa, but he said, "Yes! Yes!" so I fig‐
ured it didn't. When it was done, I licked Santa's dick clean.  I
was getting a it softer, but just a bit.

Santa  got  me back on his lap, like at the beginning. We kissed,
deep and long. I passed my hand through his chest  hair.  It  was
wet  with Santa sweat. His nipples were all hard. I licked one of
them. Santa said, "You're such a good boy! Such a good  boy!"  He
started  playing  with my nipples and added, "Boy, you're so good
and you made Santa so happy that I will grant you one wish.  Any‐
thing you want, if Santa can get it to you, he will."

I  thought  hard, and then I blushed. Santa looked worried. "Tell
me, boy. If I can get it to you, I will. If not,  you'll  get  to
pick  something else." I mumbled, "Santa, my wish is to lick your
ass again." Santa gave a huge, wide, smiled, that made the  lines
around  his  eyes  all  go up. He kissed me hard, pushing my face
against his. I jumped off the armchair. Santa put his  boot  back
on,  and lifted his knees up and apart like before. There was his
hole again. Right in front of me. This time, I licked Santa's ass
slowly.  I pushed my tongue in his hole as deep as could as often
as I could. I kissed Santa's ass. I loved Santa's ass so much!  I
rubbed his hole with my face cheeks. Sometimes, I just pulled off
a bit to stare at his hole, and felt how much I loved it. It  was
to  beautiful!  When  I  got sore again I climbed up to Santa. He
kissed me one last time, licking the inside of my mouth to get  a
bit  of Santa smell. He put his trousers back on and his coat. He
had never taken off his hat. He took  the  list  from  the  table
where  he'd left it, and he picked up his bag. I turned around to
grab my pyjamas that had fallen on floor. When I turned  back  he
was  gone. But I never forgot him. And I knew that for some time,
I would still have a bit of him inside me. And  I  never  stopped
believing in him.

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