“Son, have you put out the saucer of cookies for good Ole Saint Nick?” The deep voiced Daddy asks his bright blue-eyed stepson. Both are in their pajama bottoms and shirtless. Daddy’s chest is brisk with a covering of chestnut brown fur. The younger stepson is smooth chested but very muscular, whispers of light blonde hairs are growing around his quarter-sized red nipples, his every move accentuates his hard-earned muscles as he moves about on top of his bed.
“I have daddy, they are on the coffee table near the chimney so when he descends, it will be the first thing he’ll see.”
“Good going, my son.”
“I am your stepson, daddy.” The boy pipes in.
“I see you as part of me, boy.”
“Yes, daddy.”
The daddy’s bushy brown pubes peek out over the waistband of the Christmas plaid pajama bottoms, he is wearing, as does the growing blonde pubes peek out from underneath the solid red pajama bottoms worn by his smooth muscled stepson. The outlines of each of their cocks is clearly visible against the soft fabric of their nighttime pants. Erections are growing underneath but neither seems to be bothered by the other seeing the rise in their crotches.
“Good night, Son.” The Daddy kisses his light-haired stepson on the cheek who is atop his sheets and the holiday inspired comforter beneath him. “Stay in bed and do not go out there to the Christmas tree in the family room. You do not want to scare Santa away when he comes down the chimney. Do you?”
“Ahhh, Daddy!” The boy whines. “Don’t be such a spoilsport!”
“Now, do what I say. You hear! Santa knows when you have been naughty and or nice, you know that.”
“Yessir, I hear you, Daddy.” The boy of eighteen says with a hint of feigned disgust. “When will mom be home, I miss her.”
“Her plane is expected to be here by noon tomorrow. She was delayed because of the blizzard that has blanketed part of the country, she is being held up in Salt Lake City for now. But she will be here. I promise. I promise.”
“She will be here on Christmas Day?”
“Sadly, yes.” Daddy says. “She will be here. And that is what is important. Now go on off to sleep, tomorrow is Christmas day. Good night, my sweet prince.”
The Daddy walks to the door, turns, and runs the fingers of his right hand through his dense chest hairs and fondles his erection in his Christmas plaid pajama bottoms. He lets his fingers cup his balls before he flicks off the light switch. His stepson stares at him as he fumbles with his jewels.
“Good night!” Daddy says in the half-light of the bedroom.
“Do not close the door. Leave it open. Please.”
“Okay. But I am going to close it just a little. Okay.”
Daddy brings the door to within a few inches of closing, a shaft of light shoots through the darkness of the stepson’s small bedroom. In the dimness of his room, the stepson lifts his hips towards the ceiling and skims the solid red pajama bottoms off his legs. Once released from its confinement his seven-inch cock slaps loudly against the heavy blonde treasure trail stretching from his outie naval to his dense pubic fur. The echo of his rigid cock resounded all the way in his stepdad’s room.
“You okay, Son?” His stepdad calls from his room close by. “What was that sound.”
“I am fine. I just got too hot and had to get rid of these bottoms I have on.” The son says. “I am better now. Sweet dreams daddy!”
“Sweet dreams, Son.” Daddy shouts from his room as he is now pulling down his Christmas plaid pajama bottoms, too. His cock is as hard as his stepson’s, all nine inches of it. He does not hesitate to let his fingers glide along its robust length, and its hearty thickness, smearing the cream from his discharge atop the blistering red cockhead. He sighs. His fingers feel good as they continue with their stroking. He has brought himself to his happy hardness.
It is not long before the handsome blonde stepson is asleep with the delightful dreams of dancing sugarplum fairies cavorting about inside his shaggy head of blonde hair. His cock thump-thumps along with these playful images under his bedsheet.
Out of the stillness, a sound is heard breaking through the otherwise silent home. The boy stirs at the jolly voice.
“Ho-Ho-Ho!” He hears in the next room. “Ho-Ho-Ho!”
“It is Santa! It is Santa!” He says as he bolts up in his bed. Fully awake. And alert. Like he did when he was a little boy in the past. A puddle is amidst his light blonde pubes which streams down to the soft cotton sheets he had found himself swaddled in.
“Ho-Ho-Ho!”
“He is here! He is here!” The younger man proclaims. The stepson proclaims. But he promised he made to his stepdaddy that he would not venture out into the family room to see Santa Claus, were the jolly ole man to appear this Christmas Eve night.
But he relents and storms out his door, anyway, and makes his way to the family room. His fierce erection is bouncing from side to side of his fiercely muscled thighs slinging his potent juices like a sprinkler. He arrives at the family room to see the saucer of cookies he had set out. Gone. Except for a few dark crumbs in the bottom of the saucer.
“Ho-Ho-Ho!” There it goes again. He stands still. And listens. Trying to figure out where the sound originates from. “Ho-Ho-Ho!”
“Santa is in my mom and stepdad’s room!” He proclaims. And then takes off on a joy filled jaunt. He burst into the room. On the floor, he sees a red union suit. A triangle shaped floppy hat with white fur along its trim. And a discarded red suit fringed in the same white fur trim. And two deep black boots off to the side.
“OH! OH! OH!” The white bearded man is pummeling his stepdaddy in his backside with his hefty sized cock. His ass, Mr. Claus,’ is round like a bowl full of plum jelly, strapped inside a straining red jockstrap. White hairs blanket his firm shapely ass, the jock clearly visible amongst these fine delicate white hairs. Santa has the pouch tucked to the side and his hard cock escaping from it. “OH! OH! OH!”
Santa wears a union suit and a jockstrap too. Santa is all man. All the time.
“I thought I had heard Santa’s Claus,’ ‘HO-HO-HO.’” The stepson exclaims as his cock wiggles about with his every move. The juice of his erection slinging about the room.
“Your daddy is my HO, boy. My HO!” Santa says as he continues to ram his steely-hard cock into the brown-haired man’s fur-lined hole of the boy’s stepdaddy. “Let him suck that cock of yours boy! Let him!”
“C’mere boy, I wanna taste that handsome cock you have between those long legs of yours.” Daddy says.
The boy walks to his stepdad’s waiting mouth, the boy’s cock streaming juice from it leaking piss-hole.
“How were those cookies I put out for you, Santa?” The boys ask as his stepdad devours his leaking hard-on down to its furry root.
“They were good, boy. Damn good! But I much more like some of your boy-cream and your stepdad’s cream than any ole batch of day old storebought cookies.” Santa proclaims.
“Me, too, Santa. Cookies and cream are good together. But I made them, Santa!” The boy says. “Cream is much better when it is dripping warm from a handsome man’s pee-hole.”
“You are fucking right, boy!” Santa says as he rams his cock ever harder into the furry hole of the boy’s stepdaddy.
“Fuck me, Santa! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Stepdaddy screams as his hole is plunged ever deeper with Santa’s thick ten-inch knob. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!”
“Ram him, Santa! Put that candy cane all the way up in stepdaddy’s hole!”
Santa jams his thick cock into the succulent stepdaddy’s hole. Santa likes that the boy used the famous Christmas treat to describe his cock. The boy is a naughty boy. And for that Santa rams his cock harder in the muscled stepdaddy. Stepdaddy moans louder under the muffled mouth as he swallows down the boy’s inches.
“Swallow that naughty boy’s cock, stepdaddy!” Santa tells my stepdaddy. “Swallow it!”
Stepdaddy does. Taking my cock all the way down to it root. Stepdaddy gags. And gags. Spit runs out of the corners of his mouth, but he takes me. Ever deeper into his warm mouth. Swallowing inch after inch of my fleshy tool.
“Is your ass hairy like your stepdad’s, boy?”
I pulled out of my stepdaddy’s mouth. Reluctantly. Turn. And let Santa see my round and firm ass.
“Yeah, boy. You have a nice hairy ass.” Santa says. “A fine one. Are you a whore like your stepdaddy?”
I smile to Santa as stepdaddy once again takes my cock back into his salivating mouth.
“You are a naughty boy.” Santa says with a sly smile. “Everyone is a whore at some point. I have never stopped delivering my gift to any hole who could take it.”
“Man or woman, Santa?”
“I like’m all, boy.” Santa says. “It all feels the same to my steely-hard cock, but I prefer a man’s fur-lined man-hole, any day. Any minute of the day.”
“Me, too, Santa. Me too.”
“You a top, boy?”
I nodded my head, yes.
“I would have thought you were a bottom.” Santa says. “But I am okay being wrong.”
“Twinks, like me, can be a top, Santa.” I told the muscled Santa.
“I know. That they can.” Santa says. “You wanna a go at your stepdaddy’s hole?”
Stepdaddy yanks his mouth from cock.
“Fuck me, boy! Fuck me!” Stepdaddy says with a lot of glee.
Santa pulls his cock out of my stepdaddy’s hole.
“Now. It is your turn, boy. Get that cock of yours over here.” Santa orders. “Put it in your stepdaddy’s hairy hole.”
My cock is like a pointer as it projects from my groin. It aches from the strain of blood inside of it. My cockhead is reflective as its head is so full of so much blood inside of it.
“That’s thing looks like it is about to burst, ain’t it boy?”
“It sure is, Santa, I am as hard as I have ever been.”
“Well poke it in your stepdaddy’s hole. And do not you dare pull it out until you have emptied those dangling full balls inside of him.”
Stepdaddy’s hole is dripping with Santa’s sweet cream. Santa sure does drip of a lot of pre-cream. It makes my cock ache more as I see his cream stream from stepdaddy’s readied hole.
“Stepdaddy, you have such a nice hole. A really nice, hairy hole.”
“Well, put that monster inside me, boy.” Stepdaddy says. “Do it! I want that seed, boy.”
I ram my cock deep inside him. Not even hesitating as I do it. Santa had loosened his hole for me. I was devoured by that hairy hole the moment I plunged my cock within him.
“Fuck him like you mean it, boy. Tear that stepdaddy ass to shreds.” Santa orders me even though he did not have to. I know how to fuck. And have been doing it since I was fifteen years old. I nodded my head to Mr. Claus. I want to be naughty just for him.
Soon the sounds of my cock slamming into stepdaddy’s hole fills the room, along with the sighs and moans of me and Santa as we were taking care of my handsome Stepdaddy. Santa is face-fucking stepdaddy like a man possessed. Stepdaddy gurgled and gulped as Santa ravages his mouth with club of hardened man-meat. Stepdaddy gagged on the white-haired ringed cock that would not let up from Santa’s forceful blows to his mouth. It only made me harder and more determined to show Santa that I knew how to fuck a man’s furry hole.
“That’s it, boy, devastate that hole with that young powerful cock of yours.” Santa encouraged me. “Never let up. Take what you want when a man gives you his ass.”
“You got it, Santa!”
Stepdaddy agreed when he squeezed his muscled hole around my cock. If he kept that up, I would soon leave my salty-sweet cream deep inside his ass. And stepdaddy did. He squeezed tighter on my cock.
“OH FUCK!” I screamed as I unloaded into him. It felt like gallons of my perfect eggnog-cum dumped into my stepdaddy’s hairy hole.
“OH FUCK! OH FUCK!” I screamed to the top of my lungs as I was wracked with blissful ecstasy.
“HO! HO! HO! HO! Give it to him, boy! Give’em all of it!” Santa bellowed seconds after me as he grabbed stepdaddy’s head and forced him to swallow his offering down his long gullet. Santa screams, “Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho!” Like a madman relieved as he gives my stepdaddy all his cum inside his dangling jingle balls.
And then a shiver and a shake went through stepdaddy as a puddle of cum exploded from his cock. The solid red comforter looked like a Jackson Pollock painting. Stepdaddy collapses onto the bed as both his mouth and ass leaks the excess cream from Santa and me. He slid from our cocks and let out a satisfied moans and groans.
And suddenly with a wiggle of his sharp masculine nose Santa was engulfed in a gust of fierce whirling snow and disappears in a huff, magically ascending the chimney and onto his sleigh. As this force of nature happened on the exit of Santa Claus out of the gust of wind, Santa’s cum scented and soaked red jockstrap lands at my feet. It could be heard as the reindeer’s hooves tapped on the floor. I leaned down and picked up Santa’s gift and sniffed it. Not once. Not twice but for many minutes I was in bliss. It smelled as musky as any chestnuts roasting over an open fire.
I smiled at my stepdad and brought Santa’s jockstrap back to my nose. It was truly a Merry Christmas for me. Santa had seen how naughty I could be.
“A hole well-filled is a cock’s happy delight. Happy Christmas to all and a good fucking too! Be a ho-ho-ho!” Santa shouted in his jolly-good way as he is whisked away through the Christmas morning sky by all the reindeer guiding his sleigh.
I turned towards my stepdaddy, his face all a flush. Santa’s jockstrap is still in my hand.
“I do believe in Santa, stepdaddy.” I tell him with tremendous delight. “I most certainly do.”
“I do too, my stepson and maybe next Christmas Santa can give me some more of his delicious gooey cream but into my hairy hole but yours was good. I want some more of it.”
“I have more.” I tell my Stepdaddy. He smiles. While my cock grows hard again.
Happy Christmas to All and may your fucks be all you desire.
