Date: Wed, 06 Dec 2023 23:50:57 +0000 From: StoryTime Subject: 3xmas - gay adult/youth Dear Reader. The following story contains strong language and explicit scenes of sex between adults and boys user 18 years old. If you are offended by this kind of material then please leave this page NOW. Please donate to nifty using link https://donate.nifty.org/ if you are able to do so and help keep this page available for all to enjoy. Thank you. Please email your comments to specialtales@proton.me Below are the links to my other stories on Nifty https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-life-of-a-small-town-paperboy/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/will-you-love-me/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/jose-gets-a-mouthful https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/at-the-fishing-hole https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/ride-the-stallion https://new.nifty.org/stories/the-boys-in-the-neighborhood-41769/ 3xmas Ho Ho Ho. It's that fucking time of the year again. Thanksgiving has come and gone, and the giant snowball of Christmas is rolling towards us. I'm a big guy--six foot-four inches tall, 225 lbs of mostly muscle. Seventy damn years old but in pretty good shape. My beard and hair are long and thick. Curly and blindingly white. I let it grow when I quit working five years ago. I don't have any hair on the rest of my body. Yup, not anywhere. Please don't ask how I maintain it. One thing not having pubes do is make my cock and balls look bigger. I'm over six inches, cut, with a nice pair of low hangers. I am lucky enough to be able to nut a decent load. Not that I get much chance to show anyone. An occasional hand job or, better yet, a blow job at the local hot spot is about it. This past Thanksgiving, I volunteered to hand out meals to homeless folks. It was a way to get out of the house. Surprisingly, I enjoyed it. When we finished, the manager asked if I ever considered playing Santa. "You mean letting kids sit on my lap, do the whole good boy and girl thing--all that crap?" "Yes. I think you'd be good at it, Joe. I've seen the way you interact with the kids." "What do you mean? I've never done anything inappropriate." "Did I say you did, but you can't fool a guy like me. It takes a pedo to know a pedo." My head spun, and I had to sit down. I do like kids in that way. Not that I've ever had much of a chance to play with them. "Think about it, Joe. Girls and boys wiggling around on your lap. The smell of them. It's great wank material." "Are you fucking with me, Dave? Are you a cop?" He took out his phone and opened his photo app. A picture of a boy, about ten, fully nude and hard: his little nuts were pulled up tight. Blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. I could see his two eye teeth missing from his big smile. I looked back down at his boyhood. That's when I noticed something. "Are you fucking him, Dave?" "Yup. This kid loves it up his ass, but I have to suck him off after I blow my load. He likes me to eat him out before I fuck him, too." "How old is he?" "Eleven. Just on the edge of blooming. This picture is a year old. His cock is bigger now but still no juice. "I met him when he was eight. I was a Santa at a shelter that year. He and his mom were brand new. She asked me to help him with homework and shit like that. It worked out well for all of us. "So, what do you think? I need another Santa this year." I took another look at the picture. "I'll give it a try on one condition." "What's that?" "I want to meet your buddy." Dave didn't say anything for a few minutes before he smiled. "I hoped you'd say that. I'm supposed to do homework with him tonight. Can you make it by 7:00?" "You're sure you're not a cop." He didn't answer. Instead, he swiped the picture to a video. In this one, the kid was taking a cum load to his face. The camera was on the ground, and I could see Dave's stupid grin as he unloaded on the kid. "I'm in. See you at 7:00 tonight." I drove home in a daze. I jerked off to kiddie porn many times, but to get a chance at a real kid was exciting. My cock was so hard it hurt. I knew I was going to struggle not to jerk off before I met him. I took a cold shower when I got home. It helped for a while. Dave didn't help. My phone pinged at about six. I opened it up to a full-frontal picture of the kid. This one was recent. His dick looked about four inches long and his balls were bigger. Fuck, I needed to cum. I was on time getting to Dave's. I rang the doorbell and he opened the door instantly. "Joe, my friend, come in. I would like you to meet Mary and her son, Steve." There he stood, like a miniature Greek god. His hair was darker now and he had all his teeth showing through his big grin. Tall for his age. His skin was unblemished. I felt myself chub up. Luckily, my jacket covered it. I turned to the boy's mother. "Nice to meet you, ma'am. Dave's told me a bit about you. I'm happy to help out tonight." Her eyes sparkled as she spoke. "Thank you, Santa. I'm sure Steve will appreciate your help. Now I must get to my meeting." She left and we moved to the living room. "Steve, I'd like you to meet Joe. Joe's a friend of mine. I hope you'll treat him like you do me." Steve adjusted the noticeable bulge in his pants. "I'll treat him like I do you, sir," he replied. "Perfect. I'm off to my meeting. See you in a couple of hours." Steve stood up, slowly stretched, and moved to stand directly in front of me. "I'm a very good boy and do what I'm told. Do you want to see me naked, Santa?" Oh, god. I was harder than I had been in a long time. "Sure, Steve, let me all of you." He started on his shoes and socks. His shirt came off next. He stood up and stretched. Not a hair in his pits, and his nickle sized nipples were erect. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. They slipped down to the top of a pair of bright pink undies. I thought I saw the head of his dick pushing against the waist band. "How about you, Santa? Can I see you?" I pulled off my sweater and shirt. My quarter sized nipples were so hard it hurt. I raised my arms above my head. "You don't have hair on your chest or pits," he said. I smiled as I reached for the waist of my pants. "I don't have hair anywhere below my neck." With that, I dropped my pants and boxers to my anckles. My such six inch pride and joy stuck strait out. I ran a hand up and down the shaft before catching a glop of pre-cum from the tip. I lifted my hand to my mouth and slurped it up. "Fuck," Steve wheezed out as he dropped his pants. His beautiful four inch cut boyhood stood at attention. His balls were fairly large for his stage of development and hung a down a bit. He stroked his toy a few times. I moved over to him and ran my hands over his body. So fucking smooth I almost blew my load. I found his dick and felt a few hairs growing there. "What's this?" I asked. "They're new. Are you mad, Santa?" I fondled his balls as I said, "not at all, my boy. Pubes on a youngster are wonderful. It means that these are going to produce soon." I gently squeezed his nuts as I finished speaking. He moaned. "Santa, may I sit on your lap?" "Ho ho ho, of course, my boy. I led him to an over stiffed chair. He watched as I sat and adjusted myself. He turned to face away from me and slowly backed up. He leaned forward and reached behind himself to expose his pucker. It was beautiful. "Back up, boy. Santa has a surprise for you." I took hold of his waist as he stepped back, His beautiful pucker was only a few inches from my face. I slid my hands to his perfect globes. "Have you been a good boy?" I asked as I ran a wet finger through his crack. I paused and pushed a finger tip into his hole. He shuddered. "I'm very good, Santa," he said as he pushed against my probing digit. He moaned as it slid in. "Please find my magic button." I knew I had it when he shivered. I slowly pulled my finger out, spread his cheeks, and plunged my tongue into that glorious orifice. "Oh, Santa, eat my ass." I obliged his request. My tongue worked his hole trying to get in as deeply as it could. It didn't take long before he said the magic words. "Fuck me, Santa. Fill me up with your magic juice." I leaned back in the chair and used spit to lube up my Santa pole. He moved between my leges, and reached behind himself to spread his cheeks as wide as he could. His ass reached my dick. I guided it to his hole and slowly breached his ring. He continued to slide down until I was all the way in. He was tight and warm and slick. He lifted himself nearly off and pushed back down. He set up a rhythm that nearly made me shot, but I wrapped one hand around my shaft and balls. This went on for a few minutes before he said, "would you doggie me." "Of course, dear boy." He pulled off me and I swear I heard a popping sound when my head passed his ring. He got on all four on the floor. "Let me clean your North Pole before put in back in me." I knelt in front of him and he went to work on me. He knew what he was doing. "Slow down, Steve. I want to fill your ass." He spun around and made his boy pussey available again. I didn't hesitate and went balls deep. I set up a full stroke rhythm with my balls slapping his ass. "Here it comes, boy. Your special gift from Santa." I pushed in as deep as I could as I shot my biggest load in years. The boy yelled, "Santa, some of your juice came out of my dick!" I held my self in him and reached around to hold his dick. The head was wet and still oozing. His cum was watery but still cum. "Merry Christmas, my boy. You shot your first load. I hope you save some real jizz for another time. Now turn around and clean me off." The good boy did as I asked.