Date: Sun, 25 Dec 2011 12:59:14 -0500 (EST)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Merry Sockmas

			       MERRY SOCKMAS
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
		      WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM

     "Merry Christmas, Dale darling!" Jason yelped as he bounced on the bed
early Christmas morning. I got a wet kiss on my cheek and warm, rather thin
arms around me and a rub from a cheek that hadn't shaved more than three
times in his life.
     I opened one eye halfway and groaned. "It's too early!" I complained
when I saw the clock on the wall. Six-thirty in the morning. "Are you out
of your mind, Jason?"
     "Aw, come on!" Jason pleaded with me like a little child. He might as
well have been. Jason was nineteen years old, thin and winsome and, in many
ways, he still behaved like a kid. He had light brown hair and sparkling
dark brown eyes, his cheeks were high and sharp, birdlike, and his arms and
legs were almost frail. His attractiveness was in his fair, creamy skin,
soft and supple, which shone with an inner light that combined with his
shiny personality to become the very essence of youth and beauty.
     Me, I was thirty-eight and had let myself fall in love with him
against my own better sense. I was cruising for pain, and I damned well
knew it. But he was young and eager and willing and sexy and
delightful. Me, I was older and settled and lonesome and sex-hungry and
prosperous. It was a match of sorts, maybe not made in heaven, but
damn...it sure felt good! I was heading for a miserable breakup one day, I
know, I know...but meanwhile, I was enjoying the ride. "It's Christmas
morning. Time to open our presents!"
     "Can my first present be a fresh cup of coffee?" I moaned, opening the
other eye. "And can the second one be a chance to take a shower and have a
second cup?"
     Jason gave me a pout that made him look younger than ever. He was
playing me, I know, but I still smiled at him. "I was hoping you'd want to
celebrate it properly."
     "And how would that be?"
     "First we go down and open our presents. Then we have a nice
breakfast. And then..." His finger traced an impish circle of my left
nipple. "...we see what else comes up."
     "That's already come up." I admitted. Jason had that effect on me. A
naked horny teenager is on top of you in bed and see how long it takes your
willy to rise up and honk like a goose!
     Jason just giggled. "Nu-uh!" he chided me, a finger tapping me on the
nose in admonishment. "First the presents!"
     "All right, all right." I said. "But at least tell me you started the
coffee brewing."
     "I started the coffee." Jason agreed. "I know you need your morning
cup first thing. But come drink it under the tree and tell me which
presents are mine!"
     "Too many of them." I grumped. But I got out of bed. A bathrobe around
my nude body, for the weather in Southern California gets a bit chilly by
Christmas but not quite enough to turn on the heater (that's for January
and you turn it off by the end of February at latest), and I went out to
face the tree.
     Jason was wearing the Japanese kimono I'd bought for his birthday two
months ago, it fit his body with a lithe grace that stirred my body all
over again. He looked up at me and said, "Your coffee is right there!" and
pointed to the side-table of the couch. "Come on, which ones are mine,
which ones, which?"
     "Which one is mine?" I asked him in turn.
     He snatched up a rectangular blue one. "I bought you this one!"
     I took it. "The ones for you are the ones in green wrapping with
yellow ribbons and bows." I told him. "We take the other ones, the ones
with green or red ribbons and bows, with us when we go see the family over
the weekend." I wanted to keep Jason's presents a mystery so I'd packed all
of them without name tags and used the boxes' sizes and the colors I'd
mentioned as a way to tell them apart.
     Jason eagerly began ferreting out his.
     "And the one with the red wrapping and a gold bow in the corner is
from your mother." I added. "She had it delivered it to my office last week
for me to keep for you." I'd set it aside and only put it under the tree
late last night.
     "I want to see what you got me!" Jason said. He started tearing
wrappers like a six-year-old, and I just grinned at him. Sipped my coffee
and relished the flavor (I'd taught Jason how to make it just like I liked
it, nice not to have to wait and fix it and sweeten it for myself), then
unwrapped my own gift more sedately. I spent lavishly on Jason (don't take
up with a teenager unless you're ready to spend money like water) and he
was finding a thousand dollars' worth of new clothes, a game system, a new
phone, some new tech for his computer, and the like, a round dozen of
gifts. Jason reacted to every gift like a beauty pageant contestant does
when she hears the other girl's name called as first runner-up.
     For me, Jason had picked up a sweater (he was on a pretty tight budget
not counting what I gave him, and he had refused to let me finance his
shopping excursion for myself though he had let me finance some of his
gifts for his family), just like the ones in my closet only this one was in
a pale purple shade; Jason had picked it because it was the one color of
the group I didn't have--for a good reason. I shuddered at the thought of
how my co-workers would think of me wearing it into the office, but still,
it had shown a lot of thought on Jason's part to get it for me. When he
bounded up onto the couch beside me to thank me for the stuff I'd bought
him, I was more than ready to return the favors with my "favorite new
sweater" in a way that I almost believed it. Well, I did...in that it was a
gift from Jason.
     "I love my new iPhone, baby!" Jason gushed as he slathered me with
kisses. If you think I fought him off on any of that, I'll say it
again...he was a cute nineteen-year-old. I just sat there and enjoyed it
like any dirty old man.
     "You forgot your mother's present." I pointed out when I saw it out of
the corner of my eye.
     "After breakfast." Jason said. "I'm hungry. I've been staring at those
presents ever since five a.m."
     "So you let me sleep in?" I smiled. "That was sweet."
     "So breakfast next." Jason said. "Then we'll open her present and then
we'll see what else we can do to celebrate Christmas." Jason's reaction to
this gift was peculiar, given how he'd drooled over mine. Why wouldn't his
gift from his mother make him do the same? Something to learn about later,
our relationship was too new to probe old scars I didn't have to.
     "Sounds good." I agreed. "Whose turn to make breakfast?" My turn, but
also my hint to get him to make it. Jason could make an acceptable
breakfast, but lunch and dinner were strictly my job unless I felt like
eating something out of a box from the refrigerator and heated in the
microwave.
     "I'll fix it." Jason said to my relief. "You enjoy your coffee."
     "All right." I took my victory and went back and settled down. A
thousand dollars worth of gifts deserves a breakfast, after all.
     We ate, and then Jason picked up the wrapping paper and then, only
then, tackled his mother's gift. His complacency about the gift was
understandable when when I saw it unwrapped.
     "Socks?" I asked him.
     "Socks." Jason said and tossed it aside with a frown.
     I chewed it over, and dove in. "Want to talk about it?"
     "Huh? Oh..." Jason sat down next to me. "Mom always buys me socks for
Christmas. I mean always. Socks, and nothing else."
     "Oh." I chewed THIS over. "We can give them to Goodwill if you'd
like." The socks weren't even Jason's style, they were thick, cheap gray
work socks, three pair of them.
     "I guess." He shrugged again. Those socks ate at him, I could see,
made his happy day unhappy. I thought what I could say or do to cheer him
up again. And came up with it. "You did say we'd see what else we could do
to celebrate Christmas." I reminded him with a hand on his thigh.
     He was staring at those socks and suddenly broke in to a giggle. "You
know what I'd like to do?"
     "What?"
     "Get some use out of those socks."
     "Okay." I agreed slowly. "How?"
     "You ever used a sock to jerk off in?" Jason bounded up out of my arms
toward the package of discarded socks.
     "Uh...no. I jerked off in a washrag in the bathtub once, used the
soapy rag to lubricate it and...."
     "Same thing." Jason opened the bag and took out a pair. "Take off your
robe and lie back."
     When a nineteen-year-old lover tells you to do that, you take off your
robe, lay back and don't ask questions! I did as told and the highest point
on my body was you-know-where.
     "Now close your eyes."
     Darkness descended as well as silence and stayed a while. "Okay, you
can open them." Jason said to me.
     I opened my eyes and looked down there. My cock was no longer
alone. Next to it was... "A sock puppet?"
     "Hi!" Jason said for the puppet in a high voice. "My name is
Edward. Would you like to play with me?" He was kneeling beside me on the
floor.
     "I'd love to play with you." I said with a grin. "What would you like
to play first?"
     "You want to wrestle?" the puppet offered.
     "I'd love to wrestle." I agreed.
     "Ready then? One, two, three...go!" and Jason's hand lunged forward
and his sock-covered hand gripped my pud through the sock. He "wrestled" my
cock by wrenching it back and forth, making little grunting sounds like a
wrestler does struggling with an opponent.
     "Uh! Uh, uh!" I chimed in myself, but I wasn't grunting like a
wrestler. His hand was making my dong feel as good as it ever did, and the
sock added a soft, unusual effect to it.
     "I'm going to take you down!" Edward/Jason said to me in
falsetto. "I'm going to take you down and make you say uncle!" And Jason
bent my cock back so that it was on my abdomen and Jason's hand was on top
of it, still gripping me. "Say uncle! Come on, say uncle!" And his hand was
now wriggling on top of my cock and that slid my skin back and forth on my
shaft better than ever!
     "Oh, oh, oh!" I groaned. "I'll never say uncle, never!"
     "Come on, say uncle!" Jason pressed me on the puppet's behalf. "You
say uncle and I'll show you something else fun to play."
     That sounded intriguing. "All right. Uncle." I said.
     "Say it like you mean it!" and Jason worked my pud quicker than ever!
     "Uncle, uncle, uncle!" I gasped. Shit, I was that damned close to
coming! Having Jason in my bed meant I'd had months to get used to a steady
supply of loving and this was one of his better, more creative efforts.
     "That's better. Now we're going to play a new game, it's called
Cave.'"
     "Cave?"
     "Yeah." Jason said. "You ever play in a cave?"
     "Not that I recall." I said with a smile. My cock was sparkling with
precome, and Jason saw that, smiled, had his puppet "kiss" the tip of my
glans and clean it off like that.
     "In Cave, the trick is to see if you can fit in with me." Jason
said. "Like this." And he moved his sock-clad hand up to where the opening
of the sock was at my tip. "Do you think you can fit in?"
     "I think so." I agreed.
     Jason wormed the opening over my cock, and it was brushing up against
his bare arm. My glans kissed his wrist, smearing another bead of precome
on it. Then he had it all the way down and Jason's hand wrapped around my
cock and began to stroke me again. "Now the trick is to see how long you
can hold out. The Cave is full of spiders, can't you feel them crawling all
over you?" Those spiders were his fingers of course, and "crawling" wasn't
how I would have described it.
     "Yeah, ah, ah, ah!" I groaned. My hand felt down and fumbled inside
the kimono, found Jason's cock inside. It had another sock covering it, and
his hand around that. Jerking himself off with the sock playing a condom.
     "Hey, I just found another cave." I said. "I bet playing in it would
be more fun."
     Jason got the idea. "Okay." He got up and straddled me. "This other
cave has someone in it already."
     "Edward's brother?" I grinned.
     He grinned back. "More like a cousin."
     "Kissing cousins can be fun."
     Jason's cock was firm and sleek as mine slid alongside it, into the
sock. These were brand-new socks, the sock gripped our cocks without
squeezing them, but not slack, either. Jason got my prick fully inside with
his and then he wrapped both hands around the pair. "Ah, man!" he
gasped. "Some day, I'm going to pull out a tube of Krazy Glue and just glue
the two of us together, then glue my hands around them. See how long we
stay stuck together like that. And how often I can make both of us come
when I do."
     "Maybe on my vacation next May." I groaned. "We can give it a try."
     "Or maybe some duct tape, stick us together." Jason mused. His hand
began to pump the two of us. "Think of it, the two of us, all day long,
just coming over and over and over and over."
     "Oh, man!" I moaned. "How often do you think I can come, anyway?"
     "I don't know." Jason said. "We could find out! I bet you could do a
dozen a day if I really worked on you."
     "Maybe!" I admitted. "But I'd be worn out by the end of it. Too worn
out to even move."
     "That's okay." Jason said. "I'd take care of you."
     Take care of me. Maybe that's the source of the primal attraction of
the younger partner, the older body fastening upon the vitality, the
unflagging and energetic care that a younger partner could provide.
     Jason's hands were certainly adept at jerking the two of us. I don't
think I could have kept it up as long as he did, and at the same unfailing
speed that wrung my joy from me. Jason was moaning right along with me, our
cocks were sloppy with our jizz and staining the sock so much that it felt
slimy in spots.
     "Oh, oh, Dale, I'm going to come, I'm going to come!"
     "Yeah, come on, spray it in there, get my cock all sloppy and sticky!"
I urged. "I'm damned close myself and a hot bath of spunk ought to be just
what this old body of mine needs!"
     "Oh, oh, Dale, Dale, I'm coming, coming, oh, oh, DADDY!" he moaned.
     And the hot salty spray was coating my glans as Jason creamed and
creamed like only a teenager can. Maybe it was the come, maybe it was his
calling me "Daddy" when he hit his climax, all I know is that I jerked,
clenched my teeth and ejaculated right after he did! Climax was screaming
in my ears, orgasm was exploding behind my eyes, and both our spunk was
caught and soaked and rubbed on our cocks inside that thick gray sock.
     "Oh, God, oh, God, oh, oh!" Jason groaned.
     "Oh, yeah, oh, baby, yeah!" I chimed in right with him.
     "Oh, ohhhhhh!" And Jason laid down on top of me, and his sock was
holding out pricks together, sticky and gooey and come-covered, crushed
between our bodies.
     "Damn, that was hot!" I sighed as I caught my breath.
     "Best use for Mom's socks I ever came up with." Jason smiled at
me. "I've always hated those damned things. But now, we can save them for
come-catchers."
     "That's nice." I said and twiddled a strand of his hair with my index
finger. "Not a bad way to celebrate the holiday."
     "I love you, Dale." Jason said and kissed me.
     "I love you, too. Merry Christmas, babe."
     "Nu-uh!" Jason corrected me. "Merry Sockmas."
     I had to laugh at that. "Merry Sockmas, huh?"
     "Yeah. And a lot more to come." Jason snuggled down, to lie on me like
he planned to stay there a while.
     Maybe he really would. Stay, that is, even though he was nineteen and
I was twice that age. I nuzzled his head, the soft hair brushing my
cheek. The sock was still holding our dicks together, new elastic can be
very resilient.
     Jason seemed to be falling asleep. "Merry Sockmas, baby." I whispered
again. "Merry Sockmas, and a lot more to come."

				  THE END
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