Date: Sat, 20 Dec 2003 21:34:22 -0800 (PST)
From: countryboy42004@yahoo.com
Subject: Santa Claus is Cummin'

Santa Claus is Cummin'
By Country Boy 4

When I was a little blond-haired, blue-eyed kid, I used to wait up as long
as I could to see if I could catch Santa in the act. The act of leavin' me
lots o' toys, that is. I would leave him some cookies and milk and then sit
on the stairs until Mama said I had to scoot on up to bed before Santa
caught me still up and passed over my house. She said he'd never come by if
any of the kids in the house was still up. Then, as I got older, like 12,
13, 14...I'd be in bed, but I'd still be "up," `cause I'd be playin' with
my pecker. Now I'm 16, and o' course I don't believe in ol' Saint Nick no
more. I know now it was Mama and Daddy that'd be puttin' the wrapped-up
presents under the tree on Christmas Eve. But I'm still up late at night,
playin' with my pecker and thinkin' about the toys I'd really like to be
playin' with. Like Buddy Owens a few houses down, or Buck Munroe down the
road a piece. Mmmm, if I could only be playin' with those boys' toys, I'd
have a Merry Christmas fer sure. But neither o' them would talk with skinny
ol' Brett Echols. That's me. I don't got a self-esteem problem, it's jes'
that jocks don't usually talk with non-jocks. And that's truly me.

Buddy is on the football team at school, and Buck is a basketball
star. They're both 16, like me. Buddy has black hair and green eyes. He's
almost 6' tall already, and he's still growin'. He's got big, big muscles
and the sweetest little butt I ever did see. See, they make the guys on the
football team work out real hard, until all their muscles is real
hard. Since I'm a skinny boy, I really love to look at Buddy's big
muscles. Now Buck, on the other hand, is tall, yes, but he's thin as can
be. But don't get the wrong idea, he's got some muscles too. His biceps are
big ol' round melons sittin' on top o' his arms. And his thighs could
prob'ly squish a grapefruit, if he was to put it `tween his legs and push
`em together. Neither one of `em is in my gym class, so I jes' have to
imagine what they look like in the shower, all naked and wet. The best
Christmas present I could ever get would be to see `em both, jes' once, all
naked in my bedroom. Ooo-wee, Buddy and Buck with me in the middle, what a
sandwich that would be! Big meat surroundin' a bone -- or a boy with a
boner, anyhow.

Even though I'm too old to be sittin' on Santa's lap, tellin' `im my secret
Christmas wishes, I'd do it if I thought I could get what I really
want. But that's stupid. Even when I did believe in Santa, all I ever
expected him to bring me was some dumb ol' toys. And now I didn't want to
play with The Incredible Hulk or Matchbox cars or even a Sony Play
Station. I jes' wanted some sexy boys to play with. But in my little town
in the hills of West Virginia, that was not somethin' you let on
about. Even though there was a sheriff in town they said was causin' men to
get divorced from their wives after he was foolin' around with them, it
still wasn't looked on fav'rably for boys to be playin' naked with other
boys. So I just played with myself.

Here it is December 24th up in the hills and I'm all alone. Mama and Daddy
went on down to Charlotte, North Carolina to visit some relatives and I
couldn't go `cause I been caught smokin' and my punishment was no Christmas
time with the family. Huh, that ain't much punishment, actually, `cause I'm
too old for all that stupid singin' carols and eatin' goose. Let `em all
dream of a white Christmas, I was gonna be happy as a pig in mud jes'
playin' with myself all night long and gettin' into Daddy's beer in the
garage ice box.

I decided to take a walk and stretch my legs for a while, since it's only
3:00 in the afternoon and it's too early to start on Daddy's beer. So I'm
walkin' along a steep mountain road, thinkin' about nothin' in particular
and I see this man walkin' toward me. He's wearin' a red coat with white
trim and he's got himself a white ol' beard. "Huh, kinda looks like Santa
Claus," I mused to myself. Well he walks right up to me, so I think he's
gonna ask directions to somewhere, but that ain't what he said at all. He
jes' looks down at me and stares for a minute or two, makin' me kinda
nervous like. I'm jes' about to turn away from him and head on down the
road a bit quicker, but he jes' puts out an arm and holds me right on the
shoulder.

"Where you off to, boy?"

"I'm jes' takin' a little walk is all. Nowhere in particular...sir."

That makes him chuckle a little to himself, like he's tickled that I called
him `sir' or somethin'. I don't know.

"Have you been a good boy this year, son?"

That takes me kinda by surprise, as everybody in these parts knows nearly
everybody else and anybody who knows me is aware I don't really get into
any mischief or nothin'. So I was caught smokin' in the back yard by my
folks. That ain't no big deal, now is it? I mean, a lot o' kids is doin' it
these days. Weren't no point in my folks gettin' so all-fired upset about
it. So I says to him "Yeah, I been good. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, no reason. I'm sure you're a good boy and you deserve to get a nice
Christmas wish."

"Christmas wish? Whatcha mean by that? Do you know my Mama and Daddy?"

"I can't rightly say as I do, but I'm sure they're missin' their boy down
there in North Carolina."

"How'd you know they went down there?"

"Oh, never you mind. Ain't important how I know where they are, or how I
know even that you weren't all good this year. I'm sure you didn't mean to
fib to me none about it. You jes' prob'ly was embarrassed about smokin' and
gettin' caught. But since that's the worst of it, I don't see why you
shouldn't get something real nice to help you celebrate a happy time o'
year like this, do you?"

"Uh, no, I s'pose not. I mean, I'm 16. Ain't that nearly a man? Shouldn't I
be able to do what I want about now?"

"That's some logic you use, boy. You may be `nearly a man,' but you ain't
all growed yet."

"I guess I see your point. I didn't mean to sass ya none. It's jes'
that...well, doggone it, Mama and Daddy can sure treat me like a youngun
more'n I wish. They got some rules and stuff I jes' don't find fair."

"Don't I know it! Mamas and Daddies often don't see their little ones
growin' as soon as those little ones would wish they would. And since I do
see it, I think you deserve to feel a little more grown tonight while
you're alone in that house o' yours."

This was gettin' spooky. I mean, the guy knew I was alone, knew that I was
bein' punished, knew where my parents were...was he a friend o' theirs or
somethin'? He was still holdin' my gaze and I jes' didn't have nothin' else
to say to him right about now. Then he jes' let go o' my shoulder and
stroked his beard a minute.

"Well, you better run off on home now. You might could get company
tonight."

I was scratchin' my head over that one. Company? On Christmas Eve? Not
likely, I thought. But, whatever, I just high-tailed it on outta there
`cause this guy had me a little spooked, like I said. I turned around once,
to see where he was headed, but he weren't there at all. I looked all
around, but couldn't find hide nor hair of `im.

When I got home, I was tired as could be, and laid down for a little
afternoon nap. When I woke up, it was dark. How long had I been asleep? I
checked the clock in the kitchen and it was 9:30. Wow, I slept for at least
five and a half hours. I didn't do that much walkin' to tire me out so, did
I? Whatever, I jes' cranked up the heat a bit `cause I was catchin' a chill
and sat down to see what was on the TV. I soon heard a knock on the back
door. I remembered the old guy I talked to, and how he said I might be
gettin' some company, so I wondered if it were him comin' to call. I went
to the door and looked out the window, partin' the curtain a bit. Standin'
there on my back porch was none other than Buck Munroe. He was wearin' his
basketball uniform and he was shiverin' a bit `cause it was near 40 degrees
outside. I opened the door right quick and asked him on inside.

"Buck, what are you doin' here?"

"I can't say for sure. I jes' had a hankerin' to come over is all."

"But you ain't never come over before."

"I know. I don't really get it."

"Well, come on in and sit down and maybe we can sort this out."

Buck walked into the living room and plopped himself down in my father's
easy chair. I was about to ask him again what brought him over, but before
I could there was another knock, this time on the front door. I excused
myself and went to see who else was comin' to call. When I opened the door,
there stood Buddy Owens, lookin' confused as all get out. He was wearin'
his football pants that lace up the fly and had his jersey on, but not the
big padding underneath. He didn't need no paddin' anyhow, seein' as how his
muscles was so big in his chest.

"Buddy? What's up?"

"Can't rightly say. I jes' all of a sudden thought I should come on over
and pay a visit."

This was odd. My two fantasy boys, neither of which I was ever seen to talk
to, both showin' up at my doors. I walked Buddy in and he took a seat on
the couch.

"Can I get y'all a drink or somethin'?"

"Ya got any beer?" Buddy asked.

"Yeah, I do. Daddy's beer is out in the garage. I'll go an' get us some."

I walked out to the garage wonderin' what all this was about and picked up
one o' Daddy's six packs. I walked back into the house and when I reached
the living room I saw Buddy and Buck both had their shirts off. I about
peed myself, I was so shocked.

Buddy said "Man, it's hot in here. You got the heat turned way up or
somethin'?"

I told him "No, it's jes' about 68 `cause there's a chill out." I gave them
each a beer and they started right in swiggin' on `em. I was real curious
so I came right out with it. "What brings y'all over here, anyhow?"

Buck said "I can't say. I was sittin' home watchin' some Christmas thing on
the TV when suddenly I got this thought that I wanted to see you. I don't
know why. I ain't got nothin' in particular on my mind. I hope it ain't a
bother."

Buddy said "I's doin' about the same, `cept I was fiddlin' with the
computer. I got this strong urge to put on my football duds and get myself
on over here. I don't talk to you at school or nothin', so it really don't
make sense, but maybe it's jes' as well. Maybe we can shoot the shit fer a
spell."

"Fine with me," I said. "My parents went on down to North Carolina and I'm
jes' here by myself. Havin' you guys over is um, jes' fine by me."

"Man, it sure is hot," says Buck, and off come his shoes and socks. Buddy
agrees and takes his off too.

"You ever go online, Brett?" asks Buddy.

Well, I told him of course I do, `cause who doesn't these days, but then
he's askin' me what sites do I check out and I knew I couldn't tell `im the
truth, `cause I'm a gay boy an' I check out pics o' naked guys and go to
this one site that has a forum for all gay guys like me. So I jes' told him
I look at sites where I can download country music and places where they
got news and such.

Buddy looks sorta surprised and says "I really get into some porn sites. I
got a lot o' downloaded pics I look at all the time."

Buck joins right in and admits he's got him a ton o' naked pics too. I
don't see the harm now, so I admit I do look at naked pictures from time to
time as well. Buddy asks me what kind o' pictures turn me on and I feel
myself gettin' a little red in the face. "Uh, about the same as you, I
reckon," I tell him.

"No shit? You like lookin' at the short an' skinny guys too? Man, they're
hot!"

Short an' skinny GUYS? What did he jes' say?

"God damn, me too," chimes in Buck. "I got me a big ol' set o' jpegs of
these skinny-ass boys jes' posin' with their butts in the air. Gets me good
an' hard."

Now I didn't know what to say to that. I'm a short an' skinny guy who's got
a hankerin' to see some hot, muscley jocks stark naked and my two favorite
boner-boy fantasies are sittin' in my living room in basketball shorts and
football pants tellin' me they get off on lookin' at guys like me. It ain't
midnight yet, but Christmas seems to have arrived.

Buck downs the last of his beer and says, all quiet like, "I can't believe
how hot it is in here. Y'all don't mind if I shed these shorts, do ya?"

"Knock yourself out," says Buddy. "I'm about to peel off these pants
myself."

I don't know if I'm dreamin' or what, but these hot-as-fuck boys strip
right outta their shorts and pants and there they are a-sittin' on my
parent's furniture in their jockstraps! I about had a conniption fit!

"Um, uh, guys, you mean to say you're both gay? Y'all like to get off to
pictures o' naked boys?"

They both kinda nod, dreamy-eyed like, and Buddy's suckin' on his beer can
when he up and says to me:

"Guys like you give me wood I can't control. I sure as shit wish I could
see you do a little strip-tease for me right about now."

Buck joins right in with that thought. "Yeah, man, peel off those clothes
and let's see you shake it for us!"

Well, you see, they're both a-sittin' there, strokin' on their dicks right
through their jock pouches and they're both chompin' at the bit, so I
figure I must still be asleep and what could it hurt to star in my own
little porn fantasy? So I stand up, put my beer on the coffee table (on top
of an old newspaper, so's not to leave a ring) and put a little Trisha
Yearwood on the CD player. She's wailin' away about how it's been a long
road and she found out through the bad times it comes down to her and her
man, an' I start swingin' myself back an' forth, workin' my arms and
feelin' the beat as she says she can't live on love alone. I figure she
don't know what's she's talkin' about `cause I sure as shit could live on
love alone. Or maybe lust alone, anyhow. I play with the hem of my tee
shirt and pull it out o' my pants. I'm kickin' off my sneaks an' pullin'
the shirt up over my head. Then I jes' tear it right off while I'm grindin'
my hips back and forth, tryin' for all the world to look as sexy as I
feel. "Don't it make you high" sings Trisha and I feel about as high as an
eagle in flight. Buddy and Buck are both lookin' at me, watchin' my show
and rubbin' their crotches inside those tight white jocks. I'm feelin' so
loose about now I figure I better take another swig o' my beer to keep me
from tightenin' up again. By the time Trisha gets to I Would've Loved You
Anyway I got my socks off and I'm dancin' around the room slowly in my
jeans. I pop the button at the top of the fly and Buddy sits forward in his
seat, stickin' his big ol' paw right down inside that jock. Buck is lickin'
his lips an' feelin' up his balls from underneath. I put my thumb an'
forefinger on my zipper an' slide it on down.

"Yeah boy! Drag that thing down!" says Buddy.

"Get that denim down those skinny legs boy," agrees Buck.

I peel the jeans down my legs, exposin' my blue bikini undies.

"God damn! Hot little drawers on that skinny fuck!" screams out Buddy, an'
I figure he ain't gonna need no more beer to get him in the mood.

I kick off the jeans completely and dance around a bit, comin' close to
both o' them in turn, leanin' over a bit, then backin' away, turnin' around
and givin' `em my ass now an' then.

"Fuck, little dude, you are so hot, I'm gonna cream myself right here where
I sit!" says Buck an' I got me a Yule log in my bikini briefs about to
ignite.

"Let me peel `em off ya, motherfucker," Buddy pleads and who am I to deny
this little plot twist? I stroll sexily over to him as he kneels down on
the floor an' puts both his meaty hands on the sides of my undies and gives
`em a little tug that could push a barge to the New River Gorge. My pecker
pops out, bouncin' up and down on account o' bein' so hard and freed all of
a sudden like. Buck gives a big whistle as Buddy jes' pops that ol' boner
right into his mouth. He's suckin' on it like a tootsie pop and both his
cheeks is puffin' in an' out from the suction. I'm gaspin' for air and Buck
gets up off o' that easy chair and pulls my underwear the rest o' the way
off. While he's lickin' on my ass cheeks I look behind me to see he's
takin' his jock off an' his dick is throbbin' and droolin' and bouncin'
like it's havin' a conversation but ain't nobody listenin'. Buddy, right in
front o' me, with my hard cock pokin' into his throat tugs off his jock as
well and now we're all naked, the three of us, an' my fantasy boys is
lickin' my body up a storm!

Buck is partin' my cheeks an' stickin' his tongue so far up my ass tunnel I
think he's minin' for coal an' Buddy is grabbin' on my nuts and squeezin'
an' stretchin' `em so far I think they're gonna come clean off o' me. I
figure at this point I'm jes' gonna go into seizures an' they'll be a news
story on one o' the local stations: Naked Boy Drops Dead While Shooting A
River of Cum, film at 11:00. Both boys is goin' to town on their dicks
while they're lickin' me up the pooper and down the pecker. Without any
kind o' warning at all, Buck gets up and grabs me in his arms, pullin' me
off the ground and holdin' me liked a newborn babe. And that's about the
way I feel, too.

"I'm gonna fuck that sweet little ass o' yours! I got it all ready an' I'm
gonna fuck it!"

He sets in to make his words ring true, too. He throws me on the couch,
face first an' shoves that big ol' cock o' his right up my ass, makin' me
squeal an' dribble out some cocksnot right on my Mama's new afghan. I ain't
got no say in the matter, but I ain't complain' about it as Buddy gets down
on his knees beside me an' pulls my head to the side as he shoves that
sweet-ass fuckin' thick dick o' his in my mouth. I'm gaggin' on it, but in
a good way, slurpin' and sloppin' an' havin' myself a high ol' time. That's
when Trisha Yearwood starts in on Love Let Go and I swear I'm about
to. Buck is buckin' me pretty good and Buddy is jammin' that stiff log
right on down my throat and I'm humpin' away happily on my Mama's afghan,
knowin' fer sure Love Let Go is gonna be my favorite song from now
on. Hump, hump, buck, buck, thrust, thrust, slurp, slurp, gurgle,
gurgle. Happy fuckin' birthday sweet Jesus, I'm cummin! With a big ol' fat
dick up my tight ass and a thick cock poundin' in an' outta my mouth, I am
actually shootin' wads of cum right outta my pecker and I don't rightly
know if I wanna clean it up, neither. I may want a souvenir of this merry,
merry Christmas. As my ass is spasming, Buck is dumpin' his load inside
me. I can't feel it, but I know it's happenin' anyhow from the way he's
sayin' "Holy Mother o' God I'm cummin' big time!" I gotta tell ya, I read a
lot o' porn stories where everybody shoots at the same time an' it's just
not believable. Not until it happens to you, that is. An' Buddy is pullin'
his dick back and fillin' my mouth with cream. I am lickin' and slurpin'
an' as an extra added bonus he pulls out and shoots the rest of his scum
all over my face. It hits my hair, my nose, my chin, an' I guess I'm lucky
it didn't hit on my eyes `cause I figure that could sting a might. I'm one
happy skinny boy with cum on my face and cum in my backside. Both my dream
jocks is pantin' and heavin' an' sweatin' like it's 100 degrees in the
house. God rest ye, merry gentlemen, `cause y'all done some hard work an'
now ya really ought to rest a spell.

"Man, that was some fuck! I ain't shot like that in a long, long time" Buck
tells me, but I really can't respond, `cause Buddy is kissin' me right on
the mouth, shovin' his tongue in there and rollin' it around. He then takes
his tongue outta my mouth and licks all over my face, like a dog happy to
see his master home after a long, lonely day. He's lickin' up his cum an'
swallowin' it all on down. Buddy is one horny toad. An' I love him all the
more for it.

After we come down offa the biggest high we had in some time, Buddy sits
back on his feet, naked and sweaty and tells me this is the best Christmas
present he ever got. I check out the time an' see it still aint' midnight,
so I feel the need to correct him.

"It ain't Christmas yet, Bud. Ya done unwrapped your present a little
early."

"Well, if that's so, I can spend a lot more time playin' with it before the
church bells start beckonin'."

"Church?" asks Buck, I don't have to go to church now, I done had a
religious experience already!"

It don't snow a lot in West Virginia sometimes, but I had myself a white
Christmas anyhow with Buddy and Buck. White with cum, that is. It wasn't a
dream, an' we didn't get much sleep that night neither. But we did make it
to church the next mornin', an' when the preacher was tellin' us about how
blessed this day is, I could only think of the blessed time I had with my
favorite jocks. Oh, Holy Night indeed!

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Merry Christmas readers! I hope you enjoyed this seasonal story. If you
did, be sure and write to tell me at countryboy42004@yahoo.com. A horny boy
like me likes to read lots of email from other horny guys.