The Nice List
“We’re ho ho home!” Ted strode through the front door of the house, dressed in his full santa suit, but his red Santa hat had been replaced with a sequinned gold one.
“Dad! You won?!” Harry was the first to greet his dad in the hallway.
“Sure did kiddo!” Ted held his arms open for his son who ran in for a hug, Ted picked him up and Harry instinctively wrapped his legs around him in a tight embrace. He spun his boy around in celebration. “You’ve officially got the sexiest daddy in the village” he squeezed the boy in his arms, he could feel his son’s bulge pressing against his stomach.
Over his father’s shoulder he saw his mum and auntie enter the house, giggling, they’d had more than a couple of mulled wines whilst enjoying the show, languishing in the sites rather than involving themselves in the sibling rivalry. Rob sulked in behind them, he was sad but there was a look of anger on his face and a glint of revenge in his eyes. Harry’s cock twitched at the sight of his uncle, he was still wearing his sleeveless Santa suit and his arms were bulging. He glanced down to where his cock had swung so freely on the stream of the competition, disappointingly he was clearly now wearing underwear and his large cock was tucked away in a handsomely large bulge. Harry’s cock started to swell and he released his grip on his father, a signal to be put down, so his dad wouldn’t feel his growing erection.
“Sorry, you didn’t win Uncle Rob.”
“Do I get a consolation hug?” Rob spread his arms wide, tensing them slightly to show off and revealing his hairy armpits. Harry tried to hide the excitement on his face as he approached his uncle, he was shorter than his uncle and as he wrapped his arms around his torso he turned his head to one side, perfectly aligned to his uncle’s armpit. He felt Rob’s bare arms wrap around him and he wished he was naked to feel them against his skin. He inhaled as deeply and discreetly as he could, the man’s musk was overwhelming and his cock swelled to full mast, there was nothing he could do about it now.
Rob let the embrace linger, looking down at the top of his nephews head, he gently sniffed the boy’s hair and through the sweet scent of shampoo he noted the distinctive smell of cum. “Thanks Hazza, needed that.” He released his grip on the boy and gave his dark curls a quick tousle. His fingers caught in a strand of hair, clumped together. “Whoops, sorry, think you got a clump of gel there.” Harry blushed as he clumsily tried to hide the erection causing a tent in his pyjamas, he wasn’t wearing any hair gel - and he knew his uncle knew that too.
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The family spent the rest of the evening eating, drinking and playing games. Rob, however, was distracted, plotting how to get back at his brother, in the days following the contest the losing brother would commit an act of revenge on the loser - it was a tradition almost as big as the competition itself. The acts ranged from jovial pranks to all out acts of war; pissing in shampoo bottles, drinks spiked with laxatives, scratched cars and even a pretty effective smear campaign that was picked up by the local press. It had taken a lot of damage control for Rob to shed the label of an abusive alcoholic. He was going to get his own back.
Rob wasn’t the only member of the Christmas Family distracted that evening. Whilst the rest of their children went to bed, with Harry almost an adult, they allowed him to stay up and join in with the celebrations and have a couple of drinks with them. Rob had caught Harry staring at his arms on several occasions, and as he had gotten a little tipsy, he had become increasingly less discreet. It would have been a little creepy, but Rob liked the attention and he didn’t care who from - that was when he had an idea.
“Harry, hun, will you go and get more drinks from the kitchen, please?” Jane had finished the last of her glass and the bottle was empty.
“Do I have to?”
“Please, sweetie… or do you not want Santa to come?” Harry rolled his eyes at his mother.
“C’mon son, we’ll be upset if Santa doesn't come.” Ted’s innuendo was aimed at his wife, but it didn’t pass Harry by. “It will be a travesty if Santa doesn’t come tonight- OW” Jane kicked him under the table.
“C’mon H, I’ll give you a hand” Rob stood up from the table and motioned for Harry to join them.
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“So you like my arms then?” Harry almost dropped the bottle of Champagne he had just taken from the fridge. He froze, refusing to look at his uncle and blushed intensely, he hadn’t intended to be so obvious. “It’s okay, I worked bloody hard on these arms.” Harry breathed deeply, steadying himself.
“They’re really impressive” he still couldn’t look at Rob, fearing that his face would give him away “what’s your secret?”
“A lot… and I mean a lot of hours in the gym” the pride in his voice reverberated around the room.
“I’d love arms like that” Harry was trying to play off his staring as admiration as opposed to lust.
“I’d be happy to take you to the gym if you like?”
“Really?” Harry failed to hide the excitement in his voice and looked at his uncle with a smile.
“Sure thing, you’re going to have to take on the role of sexy santa when me and your dad get too old.”
“Oh I don’t think…” Harry trailed off, realising his next words might give him away.
“Do you want to feel them?” Rob took two steps towards his nephew. Harry choked.
“...No… no I’m okay thanks” he was lying. There was nothing he wanted to do more.
“Don’t be silly, they’re about to go into hibernation for a couple of months, this is your last chance to feel the guns at peak performance until the summer.” Harry hesitated. Rob stood in front of him, close enough to hear the deep breaths he was taking and his heart pumping out of his chest. He raised his right arm flexing his bicep next to his head, with his left hand he took Harry’s right hand and raised it up to feel his arm.
Harry’s hand made contact with the warm skin of his Uncle’s bicep, he could feel the rock hard muscle of a fresh pump beneath. It was huge, he allowed his hand to squeeze it gently, meeting almost no resistance. Rob raised his left arm into the same position, flexing both of his arms for his nephew and once again revealing his hairy armpits. The smell hit Harry almost immediately, sending him into a pheromone induced trance. He rose his spare arm to feel Rob’s other bicep, his eyes darted between the two of them, gently caressing, rubbing and squeezing them, worshiping them with hands.
Rob smiled, his plan of revenge definitely had legs. He slowly lowered his arms to his side as Harry continued to gently stroke them with his soft, smooth hands. “We better get these drinks back to the mob.” Harry snapped back to reality, quickly pulling his hands away as though burnt by his uncle’s flesh. “You might want to do something about that first though” he gestured downwards at the tent in Harry’s pyjamas.
“Shit! Sorry” Harry swivelled 180 degrees, facing away from his uncle. Rob chuckled a deep, Santa-esque laugh.
“You shouldn’t swear, boy.” Rob pulled the boy in close from behind, wrapping his arms around him and whispered into his ear, “or do you not want Santa to come tonight.” Harry could feel his hot breath on his ear and neck, if he hadn’t already ejaculated a couple of hours earlier, the word would have made him cum there and then. “I have a trick for that.” Rob put his thumb in Harry’s waist band, pulling the elasticated fabric away from his skin. Harry tensed, not daring to breathe. Rob put his other hand into his pants and took Harry’s cock in his hand, it was a respectable 6 inches and had a good solid girth to it. He lifted it upwards, so the tip pointed directly upwards and the shaft was flat against his stomach. He removed his thumb, allowing the waistband to snap against his hand, before removing his hand and allowing the waistband to pin the hard cock in place. “See.” He gently pat the boy’s cock, a job well done.
Rob grabbed a few bottles of beer from the counter. “Don’t forget the champagne.” He left the kitchen with a huge smile on his face, this was the perfect act of revenge… and he couldn’t wait for his brother to find out.
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Harry was awoken from his slumber by the sound of his door creaking open. He had been having the wildest dreams; between the sexy santa competition and that evening’s interaction with his uncle in the kitchen, he had been having the filthiest dreams full of cock, cum and sexy Santa’s.
It was pitch black but he could make out the shapes of a figure enter his room and close the door.
The light flicked on and Harry groggily shielded his eyes. He could make out the deep crimson of a Santa suit, a sleeveless Santa suit.
“Uncle Rob?”
“Not, Uncle Rob, Santa.” Harry giggled gently, rubbing his eyes as they adjusted to the light. He noticed the jacket was unbuttoned and could see his uncle’s smooth abs and chest.
“Uncle R-”
“Santa.”
“Santa, what are you doing here?” Rob took a step into the room and Harry immediately noticed through the material of his trousers, his cock swinging freely as it had done on stage.
“Well, Santa heard that you had been a very good boy this year, making it very high up the nice list. Have you been a good boy?”
“Yes Santa, a very good boy.” Harry sat up in his bed, he looked around the room, trying to discern if he was still asleep and dreaming.
“Well Santa wanted to deliver your present in person, would you like to know what that is?”
“Yes Santa”
“Well Harry,” Rob sat on Harry’s bed and placed a hand on Harry’s leg through the covers, “you’re going to be spending a lot more time with your Uncle Rob this year, because Santa has got you a gym membership, and your Uncle Rob is going to train you and help you get muscles. Is that okay?”
“Yes Santa,” Harry dove forward and wrapped his arms around Rob. “Thank you Uncle Rob”
“Santa.” Harry laughed, a huge smile on his face.
“Thank you… Santa.”
“I’m glad you like it… now, before we can start, we need to take some photos.”
“What do you mean, Santa?”
“Well, before-photos, photos of your body as it is now, that we can use to track your progress in the gym.”
“Right now?”
“Well Santa only visits once a year, so he- I need to take the photos now, and when I come back next year I can take more to see how you’ve done, okay?” Harry nodded, “Okay, get out of bed and stand up.” Harry got out of bed and Rob guided him to stand in front of him on the bed, his hands coyly covering the tent in his Pyjama bottoms. Rob gently moved his hands to his side and slowly unbuttoned Harry’s pyjama shirt. “Nice body you have there, a nice base to work from.”
“Thank you Santa” Rob ran his hands across Harry’s abdomen, feeling the smooth young skin and the slight trace of his abs beneath, he moved them up and across his chest before taking the shirt off his shoulders, down his arms and letting it fall to the floor.
“Stand against that wall” Harry did as he was told, and Rob took photos of him from the front, the side and the back, both relaxed and flexing. “We need to get your legs too, why don’t you take your pants off.”
“I’m not wearing any underwear” Harry blushed once more.
“That’s okay, the best progress pics are naked ones. Take them off.” Harry obeyed his uncle, pulling down his pyjama bottoms and leaning down to help them over his feet. He stood there, his smooth twink body completely exposed in front of his sexy-uncle-santa. Rob took the same photos of before, snapping a few additional close up shots of his cute little bubble butt and rock hard penis.
Rob could have stopped there, the photos were more than enough for his revenge plot, but something had been unlocked inside him. It was no longer just revenge that was spurring him on, he knew that Harry was attracted to him and he didn’t know if it was the alcohol or maybe it was the power that was turning him on, but he was finding himself attracted to his nephew too, and he was starting to lust after him.
“We’re all done, these are great pics, Harry” Harry beamed with pride. “So, what have you got your Uncle Rob for Christmas?” A wave of guilt washed over Harry and he bowed his head in shame. “You haven’t got him anything?” Harry shook his head, “Well you won’t be on the nice list much longer if you don’t give him a present.” Harry didn’t respond, he didn’t know what to say. Rob stood up and went over to his nephew, who seemed even smaller than usual, standing completely naked in front of him. “Well, I am Santa Claus, maybe I could help, what do you think your Uncle Rob would like?”
“I don’t know” Harry’s head remained bowed. Rob gently caressed the boy’s back, comforting him.
“Well, Santa knows everything, and I think, your Uncle Rob, would quite like some sexy photos of you.” The words hung in the silence, the silence was filled with terror as Rob feared he had gone too far. Had he read this wrong?
“Really?” Harry looked up at his Uncle. “Do you really think he would like that?”
“I think he would love that.” Harry’s cock twitched, giving away his excitement before a smile grew on his face. “Why don’t you turn around, put your hands above your head against the wall, push your bum out and arch your back.” Harry did as he was told and Rob gently adjusted his pose, pushing his back down slightly, moving his legs slightly further apart and moving his hips out a little further. He started taking the photos, capturing every angle, spreading his cheeks apart and photographing his tight pink hole.
Harry obediently did everything his uncle told him to do, getting into each pose; on all fours, on his front with his bum pushed up, on his back with his legs pulled back revealing his hole, on his side seductively looking into the camera, on his knees looking innocently into the camera. He was relishing the attention and would intentionally get them slightly wrong so that Rob would have to physically adjust him, the feel of his uncle’s rough hands on his skin would send ripples of pleasure up and down his body.
“What’s wrong?” Rob had paused taking photos, he was racking his brain for more compromising positions he could photograph his nephew in. “How about a selfie with Santa?” Harry was already lay on the bed and Rob crawled onto the bed next to him. They lay next to each other and Rob pulled Harry in close, his head resting on Rob’s chest. Rob held up the front facing camera, positioning it so that they were both in frame. Rob lay in his Santa suit, jacket wide open, his large arm wrapped around his naked nephew, pulling him in close, smiles on both of their faces. Snap. “Are the photos okay?” Harry asked eagerly.
“They’re beautiful,” Rob kissed the top of Harry’s head, “do you want to see?” Harry nodded, and they lay together swiping through the photos. He rarely looked at himself naked, let alone seen himself in such positions, he looked good, like one of the twinks you see in porn, the expensive ppv kind.
“Do you like them, Santa?”
“What do you think?” Rob gestured towards his crotch where his baggy ruby pants were straining as his large cock was propping them up, the fabric fell forming a tent, fit for a miniature circus. Harry smiled at his uncle, he was amazed that his uncle was so turned on.
Rob looked down at his boy, beaming up at him. He leant in and kissed his lips gently. Resting them there gently before slowly pulling away. He noticed a worried look on Harry’s face “Was that okay?”
“Yes,” Harry swallowed, the lips were still tingling from his uncle’s kiss. “It’s just I’ve never…”
“Shit. Was that your first kiss?” Rob felt guilt wash over him, he had gone too far. Harry nodded coyly. “I’m so sorry, Harry”
“No, no don’t be sorry, Santa” Harry tried to comfort his Uncle, leaning and pressing his naked body against him, a wry smile grew across his face. “Will you do it again … please?” Rob hesitated, his eyes quickly skimmed his nephews body and instinct kicked in. He lent in once more and kissed Harry gently, and again, and again. Soon the pair were passionately kissing, it felt so perfect and natural to both of them, Harry’s tongue responded as Rob slowly slid his into his mouth. Harry mounted his uncle, straddling his legs on either side of the older man as they continued to make out. Rob’s hands gently caressed his back before moving lower and grabbing both of his arse cheeks, they fit beautifully in his hands. Harry let out a gentle, gasping moan as Rob’s fingers gently teased his tight hole, shockwaves exploded through his body from the sweet taste of his saliva and the rough fingers massaging his hole.
Harry lent back, coming up for air and taking in the beauty of his Uncle, Santa hat flopped to one side and a look of adoration on his face. He felt Rob’s cock push between his arse cheeks through the velvety fabric of his trousers. He wanted it inside him.
“Why don’t you take it out?” Harry’s face lit up in excitement, but he hesitated slightly, he stared deeply into his uncle’s piercing blue eyes, searching for a hint of reassurance. It came from a quick glance downward towards his crotch and a reassuring smile. Whilst he always saw his dad as the more handsome of the pair, in this close proximity he found the boyish charm of his uncle’s smile overwhelming. He shuffled down, lying between Rob’s legs, and slowly pulled down his uncle’s red velvet trousers. Harry let out a loud gasp as the ten inch cock sprung free from its festive prison. It was the closest he had ever been to another man’s cock and it was bigger, thicker and more beautiful than he had ever imagined. He immediately reached out, taking it in his hand, moving it and admiring it from every angle. “Are you going to be a good boy and suck Santa’s big cock?” Harry didn’t need to be asked twice and immediately wrapped his lips around his uncle’s large penis, he took as much of it into his mouth as possible, barely even half of it’s length, the precum on his tongue was a taste of explosion, an entire 15 course Michelin starred meal in a single drop. “Good boy.”
Harry worked the cock like it was the last cock he would ever taste, jerking, wanking, sucking, licking, he was in heaven, and so was his uncle. Rob removed his hat and placed it on Harry’s head, adjusting it and moving the pom pom to the side. “Let me take a picture” Harry looked up and smiled for the photo, the cock was enormous next to his head, saliva hung down his chin. “Kiss it” Harry did as he was told and Rob took another photo. “Lick it” another photo. “Now put the tip in your mouth” another photo. “Good boy.” Harry got back to work and Rob took photos and videos of the cock hungry boy worshipping him.
“Stop… stop” Harry looked up.
“Did I do something wrong, Santa?”
“Not all, you’re amazing. You suck Santa so well. You’re a very good little cock sucker. But Santa wants to eat your hole.”
“Eat my hole?” Harry was confused.
“Trust me, it’s going to feel amazing. Now get on all fours, and don’t forget to arch your back for Santa.” Harry did as he was told. “Good boy”. Rob took a moment to take the sight in, his cock was throbbing. He approached the boys arse, placed a gentle kiss on each cheek before prying them open and revealing Harry’s tight virgin hole. As the tip of his tongue touched the rim, Harry let out a deep moan. Rob teased the hole with his tongue getting it nice and wet. “Do you like that?”
“That… feels amazing Uncle Rob… Santa…” Rob probed his nephew's hole with his tongue, licking, and kissing it, getting it nice, wet, loose and relaxed. Harry’s moans only spurred him on and on and on. “I’m going to put a finger in your bum now, is that okay?”
“Yes Santa.” Rob put his finger in his mouth, ensuring a decent amount of salvia onto it, before gently inserting it into Harry’s hole. He felt it tighten around it. “Just, relax, breathe…” he pushed on in until the finger was fully inside him, leaving it for several to allow the boy to get used to it. Feeling Harry relax slightly, he started to fuck him with it, slowly at first then faster, one finger became two and then three. He loved the power he had over his nephew, how he was able to make him moan and squirm and pant.
“…Uncle Rob?” Harry had been working up the courage to speak.
“What is it? Are you okay? Should I stop?” Rob immediately switched from sexy Santa mode and into caring uncle.
“Will you fuck me?” Rob’s cock twitched at the prospect.
“I don’t think so, Harry. You’re so tight and have you seen the size of my dick?”
“I want it inside me. I want you inside me.”
“I think you need to start smaller, especially for your first time.” He wanted nothing more than to pound the boy with his big cock, but his caring instinct was too strong. “Maybe Santa could get you some toys, loosen you up and then next time…”
“Please, please fuck me.” Harry had turned and was staring his uncle directly in his eyes, pleading with his big blue eyes.
“Harry, we don't even have any lube.”
“Is that not lube on there?” Harry motioned to the bottle on his bedside table.
“Where did you get this?” Rob turned the bottle in his hand, it certainly was lube, anal lube with a numbing agent.
“I thought you brought it in?”
“No, I definitely didn’t” the two of them stared at each other in a moment of confusion. Harry didn’t want to give his uncle much time to think, launching himself at him, straddling him and engaging him into a passionate kiss. He gently lowered his ass until he could feel the tip of Rob’s cock on his hole and began to gyrate… teasing him with it.
“Please fuck me, Santa.”
“If it hurts or gets too much, tell me stop and I’ll stop, okay?”
“Okay”
“Lie on your back, I want to see your pretty face as I slip inside you.” Harry did as he was told. Rob grabbed a pillow and positioned it below Harry’s hips. He spotted a pair of Harry’s white briefs discarded on the floor, picking them up and putting them on the bed next to him. He applied a generous amount of lube to Harry’s hole and even more to his own cock. He started to tease his nephew’s hole with the tip of his cock, and Harry began to moan in anticipation. “Are you sure about this?” Harry nodded eagerly, a slight glimmer of lustful fear in his eyes.
Rob took his phone and started recording. He started with his cock at the entrance of his hole, it looked even bigger against Harry’s slim twinky frame, almost as though they would need to defy the laws of physics to fit it inside of him. He moved the camera up, capturing Rob’s hand gently caressing his abdomen, the size of it covering almost the entirety of his stomach. Finally he focussed the camera on the boy's face, a large beaming smile, his beautiful blue eyes glinting in the light, as though he was a film star in old Hollywood.
Rob pushed the tip inside. Harry’s eyes bulged as he let out a loud, blissful scream. Rob grabbed the pair of briefs and stuffed them into Harry’s mouth. “Shhh. We don’t want to wake anyone.” He pushed in a little deeper. The briefs muffled the sounds of Harry’s pain. A little deeper. The camera caught the tears that swelled in his eyes. Deeper. Harry’s face screwed up. Rob paused, not even half inside. “Are you okay?” Harry nodded, this was everything he wanted, and staring up into his uncle’s reassuring eyes allowed him to relax into the moment. There was no fear, only love. Rob pushed in a little deeper and felt Harry’s body tense up. He paused once more. “Relax… okay… breathe. There are two ways we can do this. We can go slow, really slow, take as long as you need… or… you know when you have a plaster, and you just have to rip it off in one go to stop the pain… we could try that?” He removed the briefs from Harry’s mouth.
“I want you inside of me… ”
“Are you sure?”
“Do it.” Rob shoved the briefs back into the boy’s mouth. He rocked very gently, ensuring he would have a smooth entry, warming his hips up, gently rocking, almost imperceptibly and then-
Harry could have sworn he had entered into a different dimension. He felt every sensation all at once, joy, fear, ecstasy, pain, pleasure, numbness, love, they all washed over him as his eyes rolled back into his head, his mind and body struggling to process everything that was happening to him in that moment. The next thing he knew he opened his eyes to see his uncle was thrusting in and out him, a steady, gentle rhythm. He had put the phone down and was savouring every moment. He could see the pleasure on his face, the pleasure that his hole was giving him. They locked eyes, staring deep into each other, as though being inside him allowed them to see deeper into each other, their matching blue eyes just a glitzy shop window at Christmas, and now they were inside. Harry removed the briefs from his mouth, confident that he could control his moans, his mouth hung open, panting, and Rob took the cue to lean in and kiss him. Suddenly, their connection intensified, the pleasure between them travelling from cock to hole and up through their bodies and mouth and tongue.
“I’m going to cum” Harry felt the familiar building of pleasure rise inside him. Rob leant back, allowing him a view of the event that was about to unfold. He didn’t even need touch his cock, the thrusting of his Uncle’s massive dick was more than enough. For the second time that evening, he reached the point of no return and cum began to spew from his teenage cock. With no hand to steady it, the cum went everywhere, rope after rope covering him, his bed, his uncle, everywhere.
“Holy fuck you’re still going” Rob was agast at the volume of cum that the boy was producing, he had never seen another guy cum, and this was special. Once the last few spurts had been expelled, he leant back down, licked some cum from the boy’s face and fed it to him through a passionate kiss. “Fuck. I’m close.” He pulled his cock out and sat up on his knees. Harry instinctively moved round, positioning himself under his uncle's cock, ready to catch as much of the cum as he could in his mouth. Rob only needed to jerk his cock twice before he came, he tried to direct it, as much as he could into the boy’s open mouth, but the pleasure was too much for him as he ended up covering the boys face in his thick load.
Harry held the load in his mouth for as long as he could, savouring the taste of his uncle's seed, before swallowing it all. Rob tried to steady himself as the tremors of his orgasm continued to send shockwaves through his body. He collapsed onto the bed, lying on his back. Harry curled up next to him, feeling the comfort of his Uncle’s arms wrap around him and pull him in close. They continued to make out as they caught their breath, sharing the taste of cum between them.
“Do you think we could make one more little video for your Uncle Rob?” Harry nodded, he was besotted and would do anything he was asked. Rob took his phone, switched it to the front facing camera and pressed record, capturing Harry’s cum covered face in all it’s beauty. “So, Harry… who do you think is the sexiest santa?”
“Uncle Rob of course” Harry said in response, a cheeky smile on his face.
“Good boy” Rob leant in once more for a kiss, being sure to capture a moment of their tongues colliding, before putting his phone down and continuing to make out with him.
Rob took the briefs from next to them and began to gently wipe up the cum from the boy’s face and body. “I want you to wear these for me tomorrow, okay?” Harry’s smile turned into a toothy smirk, the idea clearly aroused him. “I want to know that you’re wearing my cum, do you think you can do that?” Harry nodded enthusiastically.
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In the loving comfort of his uncle's arms, it didn’t take long for Harry to fall asleep.
Rob picked the phone back up and began to swipe through the photos and videos of the night’s events, selecting the best ones and adding them to an album titled ‘The Nice List’. He allowed the algorithm to produce a video-slideshow of the album and selected the song ‘Santa Claus is coming to town’ to play on top of it. He saved the video down.
Revenge was going to be sweet.
