Date: Mon, 15 Dec 2014 12:28:03 -0600
From: Steven LaVigne <bullwaters@gmail.com>
Subject: Fucking under the Mistletoe

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Fucking Under the Mistletoe by Bull Waters

I was hoping I'd have a very special visit from Santa Claus on this snowy
Christmas Eve.  So, like any good boy, I took a shower, cleaning myself
inside and out. I knew he liked to see me in them, so I put on my red
jockstrap and low-neck green tank top, the one that reveals my chest hair.
I hung the mistletoe over my bed, turned the TV to the channel that plays
Christmas carols while logs blaze, opened my book, and decided to read
until he arrived.

I dozed off, because I when I opened my eyes and saw something with a green
felt hat devouring my cock and moaning.  I looked around, and there sat
Santa, in all his hot and sexy glory, stroking himself to hardness. I
looked back at the green hat I asked him "Who's this?"

"That's my son, Nick," replied Santa. "He's getting on-the-job training
this year. How's he doing? Do you like the way he's sucking your cock,
boy?" he asked me.

"His mouth is pretty fuckin' hot," I said, "but I want to taste your candy
cane!"  Santa didn't say a word.  "Fuck yeah," Santa declared as he strode
toward me. I opened my mouth and started tonguing his boner. Santa moaned
and all I could think was, like father, like son! Nick took his mouth off
my hard-on, and, on his knees, joined me to make Santa an even more joyful
man.

"Nick," he commanded his son, "you know what I taught you to do. Get to
it!"  With that, Nick kissed his way around his father's thigh and, once
he'd gotten to that hot, plump rump, began to rim his asshole. Santa moaned
again, but took his manly confection from my lips. After pulling my tank
top over my head exposing my chest, he handed me a package, demanding that
I open it.

Santa told me to slick my love-stick from the big bottle of lube I'd
unwrapped. Then he straddled my thighs and eased his chimney-chute onto
me. Again he moaned, and then he pointed to his stiff lollipop. At this,
Nick took it into his mouth. Santa looked above us and then said, "Fucking
under the mistletoe, just the way you planned it. Fuck yeah, ride my
sleigh, boy!"  The rhythm mounted as I pumped deeper and deeper into his
holiday punch bowl of love and Nick sucked the cock that made him. It
wasn't long before Santa pushed Nick's head away and Father Christmas
proved himself a spectacular ejaculator as he sprayed his liquid snow all
over my hairy chest.

Nick immediately licked it off me, and then polished the rest off his
father's still hard cock.

Even though I hadn't cum, after a moment's rest, Santa pulled off me and
told Nick it was time to move on. "There are lots of other good boys who
deserve presents out there, Nick!" he said. "But," I started to
stammer. Santa laughed and told me, "Santa cums once a year!"

Nick hesitated and asked if he could stay with me. "I can't get enough of
his man!" he told Nick, Senior. "I want to play with him all night.  May I
please stay? I can catch up with you later."  As Santa dressed, he thought
it over.  Then he gave Nick instructions, and after kissing us both
good-bye, went back to his sleigh to continue his rounds.

Nick lay next to me and we started making out. Then he got on top of me and
kissed his way to my chest, where he nipped and bit one nipple, then the
other to hardness.  He kissed his way further down and rubbed his nose
through my pubic hair. We both moaned, so he looked up and me and we
giggled.  Then he started licking up and down my shaft. I told him I
thought that Santa had given him to me as the best present of the year, and
closed my eyes. I felt him moving his body and, like his father, guiding me
inside him.  He controlled the movement and with his hands, he pinched my
nipples hard, the way I like it. Moving my hand down to stroke him, I
realized that one of my greatest fantasies was being fulfilled as I fucked
the son of Santa under the mistletoe.

That last thing I remember about that night before falling asleep is that I
felt myself shooting a load into Nick as he tortured my tits. I felt a kiss
on my lips.

The morning sun came through the windows, making the new fallen snow
glisten. I looked down and found semen had dried and matted my chest
hair. I was naked with my jock down around my right leg and my tank top
draped around my neck. I got out of bed, made myself some coffee, and
looked out the window, admiring the beautiful day.

I turned my attention to preparing for the day. When I went to make the
bed, I found a package on it that I hadn't noticed earlier. The tag told me
it was from Nick, and when I opened it, I found a long, double-headed black
dildo. There was a note that read, "the next time we play, let's use this.
Meanwhile, use it to practice. Happy Christmas, Nick."  I found the bottle
of lube that Santa had given me, and decided I'd start right now - after I
took a shower and cleaned myself up like the good boy that I am. I had
really enjoyed our fuck under the mistletoe and knew we'd do it again, but
I hoped it would be sooner than next Christmas!