Copyright 2002 by Nicholas6996@hotmail.com
This is a fictional story, no elves or reindeer were injured in
its creation. This story is of holiday giving between friends, young
and old. If you don't like friendship, don't read it. If you don't
like love, I'm sorry for you. If you are not old enough to legally
read this, find your friend and have him read it to you. You can send
me comments, but if you are one of those who like to send viruses to
authors, it will be blocked and I will send your name to Santa as NOT
As I suspected, several of you are naughty boys, I hope Santa left
you lumps of coal!
Several others have been very kind with Christmas wishes and I
thank you for your generous praise.
I hope your storm did not ruin your Christmas. I watched with
interest Mayor Jennings of Albany and stories from Western KY.
Several correspondents from those locals sent me nice messages of
Thanks to more and more of you. I'm very glad this little story
could help make your Christmas even nicer. If you are waiting for an
update on my Little Saint or Cruisin stories, please forgive my
little diversion here. It just seemed the Christmas Eve snowstorm
deserved a little fireside cheer. But now that Stevie has begun
telling his story, I think I have to allow him the full catharsis to
finish banishing all his demons. I promise to return to Erik, Don and
Nils and Charlie, Nicky and Andrej as soon as Nick and his Stephy are
whole and, perhaps, their love is fully requited
A special Thanks to whoever submitted my email address to the
Krispy Kreme recruiting page. I love their little bon bons, but I
prefer my crème more at body temperature and direct from the
little spigots. I don't really need all the carbs surrounding it.
Stocking Stuffer Part 5
Shortly Stevie came in bearing his old clothes like they were some
sort of contaminated toxic waste.
"Can we throw these out?" he asked.
"Okay," I replied, "but you have to promise that
with the old clothes you'll also throw out the fear and as many bad
memories as possible."
"Oh, Nick, you say the most wonderful things!" he cried
as he dropped the bundle and rushed into my arms. This time I think
the tears were tears of relief and joy.
Picking him and the clothes up, we went back to the garage and he
watched solemnly as I ceremoniously dumped the pile in the trash with
a stentorian, "Begone Demons!"
Grabbing him up again, I tickled and said, "Come on Tiger,
let's go show this old man how to kill some of those little purpley
things on the GameCube."
"Yes, No, Stop, Don't Stop, Okay, Gawd!" he squirmed all
the way to the study.
Needless to say, I didn't kill anything but time. I'm hopeless at
these games! It'll serve my wonderkid editor right if I prove I can't
learn a thing; right after I prove to my publisher that the wonderkid
is the best editor on the planet!
Our evening wound slowly down until Stevie ended up asleep again
in my lap. This time when I carried him to the bedroom I had to get
him awake enough to stand while I undressed him. He sleepily lifted
each arm and foot as requested and then dissolved into giggles as I
pulled down the new corduroy pants to reveal the tiniest little
bikini briefs covered with little red hearts, "True Love"
emblazoned across his little buns.
"Why, you little scamp," I laughed, "When did you
have time to come up with these?"
"Merry Christmas," he
giggled, "It's the best present I could think of to get you."
"Its the sweetest present
I've ever seen," I sighed.
"The nice man at the store
could tell I loved you, he helped me pick these out and get them on
when we got the corduroy pants, we put the other ones you bought me
with the other new clothes. Well, go ahead, open your present!"
he said with a seductive little wiggle of his hips.
I hugged him close and laughed
and then very seriously moved him back and looked him up and down.
Putting my hands on his shoulders, I turned him slowly around and
around. First looking under his right arm and then under his left.
Hemming and hawing, I examined behind his ears, lifted up each foot,
counting each toe in a game of little piggy. I ran my hands down each
arm, gently stroking and counting each of his perfect fingers. He was
shivering with delight and my caresses had his penis fairly popping
through the little hearts on his briefs. Prolonging his misery, I
stepped back and pronounced, "Well...."
"Well...." he echoed.
"Well what? What's wrong? What did you see? What's the matter?"
"Well," I intoned,
"The problem is," and here I pounced dragging him into my
arms, "I just don't know which piece of my candy present I want
to eat first!" And I began smothering him with licks and kisses
and nibbles, naming each piece as I went covering his body from head
to toe, but avoiding those wonderful pieces covered in little hearts.
He giggled and squirmed,
laughed and howled, oohed and ahhed, moaned and sighed until he was
silent again as I stopped and stood him in front of me.
"No, Tiger. As much as
those pieces are wonderful," I said in my most serious tone,
then whipping down his bikinis, I announced, "but this is the
topping on the cake!" and I engulfed his straining rod.
Licking and sucking and
twirling my tongue around his turgid boyhood, I lifted his entire
body and never stopping my ministrations as I laid him on the bed.
Knowing my boy had been everyready the previous times I had pleasured
him, I worked on the rigid pole, but tried all my tricks to make the
pleasure last. I lifted off momentarily and taking the bright red
button head between thumb and forefinger, I squeezed almost to the
point of pain. I knew this trick would set back the tidal flow
without reducing the pleasure. Then, a few minutes later sensing he
was close again, I used two fingers and pressed against the perineum
below his writhing balls. My efforts were rewarded with quakes and
moans, shivers and thrashes.
Finally my Stephy was crying
out in near panic, "Please, let me cum, I've got to cum, I'm
going to explode!"
I started an exceptionally
strong suck and just fluttered my tongue along the underside of his
steely pole. He lifted at least a foot off the bed and cried out his
trademark, "Mphhhh, Mphhhh, MPHHHH!" as a shattering orgasm
worked from his balls to his toes and from his penis to the top of
his head. He collapsed back on the bed with a strangled, "Oh,
As I pulled the covers over his
beautiful body, He moaned his way to sleep.
I finished my evening
ablutions, and crawled in beside him. His radar was still working,
because as soon as I hit the the bed, he scooted over and draped
himself across me.
I awoke to the joys of my
little one once again squeezing my throbbing dick. This time, though,
as I opened my eyes I found I was gazing directly into his. I don't
think I'd even noticed how deeply I could see into his soul. I was
grateful that at the moment I was glimpsing peace, and happiness and
He smiled and continuing his
squeezing, offering a shy, "Hi, I Love You!"
"I love you to, Stephy.
I'll give you twenty minutes to stop that," I sighed.
"What? This?" he gave
a hard squeeze right on my dick head and then slid his hand slowly
down the entire length of my shaft. "But I was going to stop
now," he said with a hurt little puppy dog look.
"Oh, Gawd," I
"But, I was going to start
doing this," he scooted down my body and began licking on my
pole like it was a favorite lollipop.
As much as I loved what he was
doing, I couldn't let him continue. I sat up and reached down,
cupping his head in my hands I lifted him up and looked directly into
those glorious eyes. "Stephy, I can't let you. I can't be like
those other guys. I love you and I can never make you do something
you don't want to do."
"Silly," he giggled.
"I do want to do this. This is the other part of my present to
you. You made me feel so wonderful last night and I want to make you
feel that way too!"
"But you said you didn't
like doing this."
"That was with those gross
guys. You're my savior and I love you. Nothing we do could be yucky.
Now let me make you feel wonderful."
Pulling his sweet face into a
kiss, I moaned, "You make me feel wonderful everyday!" and
then I lay back down and let my Tiger have his way with me.
He went back to his licking and
then began bobbing on my pole, slobbering and swirling his tongue. He
may have learned the hard way with lessons he didn't want to take,
but man, had he learned well! His technique was masterful. He swirled
his tongue around the head of my dick, then in one motion, deep
throated me all the way until his nose was in my pubes. He began
humming his little tune and my dick head was throbbing against his
vibrating vocal cords. He backed off and took my pole sideways
between his lips, fluttering his tongue along the super sensitive
ridge where head attaches to staff. Then swirling first one ball and
then the other in his mouth, he caressed them with his tongue and
then crushed them with his lips. Sensing my approaching eruption, he
bobbed back on the head and pistoned his hand while swirling t his
tongue for all he was worth. I grunted and groaned, "I'm
cuming," but he didn't miss a beat. In fact he impaled his sweet
face completely on my spewing cock and hummed his song the louder as
I pumped three huge bullets directly down his throat. Then pulling
back, he took another three shots on his tongue and swirled my hot
juices around my sensitive rod. Using his fingers to squeeze the last
drops up and out, I felt him swallow and then he lifted off and
plunged into my chest, devouring my mouth like he had just devoured
my cock. I felt his cock smash against mine and as I tasted my cum on
his tongue I shot another load directly on his own throbbing boyhood.
He must have been completely
there, because the heat of my cum on his little cocklet sent him
directly to go! "Mphhhh, Mphhhh, MPHHHH!" He cried and we
collapsed together in a tangle of arms, legs, tongues, dicks and cum.
I think we're nearing the end of Stephy's story. If you'd like a
happy ending, let me know!