Date: Wed, 24 Dec 2003 23:44:39 -0800 (PST) From: Hanover Physt Subject: Christmas in Oslo - Part II of II (Mb/bb incst,anal,oral,wet) This is a work of pure fiction, nothing else. It contains scenes of sexual acts between an adult male and a minor child. If this isn't your cup of tea then what the hell are you doing here? If this type of literature is illegal in your neck of the woods then you take your own risks at your own liability in continuing to read. All characters are figments of my imagination and have no relationship to anyone leaving or dead. None of this ever happened, at least to my knowledge it hasn't. By writing this I do not condone such behavior between an adult and a minor child, nor do I suggest that such activities should happen. I write this to share my imagination and dreams with you. If you like this story then please let me know. If you don't. well let me know why. FLAMES WILL BE IGNORED! So don't waste my time or yours. Constructive criticism is always welcome and will be read with an open mind. Comments and suggestions are ALWAYS welcome as well. Email me at: Handover_Physt@yahoo.com *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+* Christmas in Oslo Part II Grandpa wrapped his arms around his favorite grand child when, just then, the lights flicked on. There in the dark kitchen doorway stood his son Svend, the boys' father. "Nikolas. Pappa." Svend paused between each name. "Did you enjoy yourselves? I know I did watching you." Svend stepped out of the shadows. His pants were unzipped, and there jutting out from the fly was 20cm dripping, rock hard cock. Svend had been slowly stroking himself as he watched his son fuck his father. Nikolas may have been the one with a cock up his ass but it was also very clear as to who was fucking whom. "Hi Daddy" Nikolas pulled himself off of his Grandpa's deflating cock and ran over to great his father. He jumped into his dad's arm and gave him a big hug. Nikolas wrapped his legs around his father's waist as he hugged him and wiggled his butt. He could feel his dad's cock leaving a slimy trail of pre-cum across his cheeks. "You want me to take care of you now too, dad?" "I thought you would never ask!" With one hand supporting his son's 35kg, Svend lined up the head of his cock with his son's gaping and leaking hole. He let his son down slowly as his hard cock slid effortlessly into his son's areshole. With half the length in, he let his hard pole support his son and he used his free hands to undo his belt and drop his pants. He was not wearing any underwear. The pants dropped to his ankles. Svend leaned back and thrust up hard into his son's arse, burying his full length into the boy. "Ooooooooooo mmmmmmmmmm" Nikolas hit rock bottom. His small and tight arse nestled firmly on his father's furry crotch. The cock was completely buried inside his arse. Nikolas used his legs to pull himself along his dad's cock. "Welcome home, dad." Svend wrapped his free arm around his son's back to help support his efforts. He thrust into his son in counterpoint to his boy's own motions. "Mmmmmmm welcome home indeed." Svend stood there and let his horny 7 year old son fuck himself on his steely rod for several long minutes. When Nikolas' legs finally grew too tired to continue the effort, Svend took over. He grabbed Nikolas by the hips with his big meaty hands and masturbated his cock with his son's hot arse. Nikolas wrapped his arms around his dad's neck and leaned back, letting his dad pummel his prostate good. He was moaning constantly. His dad's cock filled him up so well. His own little cock was hard, the rosy red tip just peeking out of the opening of his foreskin. He had no need to touch it. The cock sliding in his arse was all the stimulation it needed. The sounds of hairy groin slapping against hairless arse rang out in the room as Svend slammed his son down on his cock with each thrust. The angle was perfect for hitting the boy's prostrate, and with 20cm of man cock to slide in, it not only hit it but rubbed hard against it almost constantly. Nikolas responded to the brutal attack on his love gland. His legs locked up and his entire body began to quake. He threw his head back and the constant moan turned into a sirens lusty wail. Svend kept up the barrage on Nikolas' arse, riding the boy's rising orgasm like a wave. Then, just at the peak, when Nikolas was barely gasping for air, his arse clamping down like a vise on his fathers pummeling cock, his body rigid and his 7 « cm cocklet sticking straight up with the head fully exposed, Svend thrust in hard and deep one last time and let his cock explode in a torrent of thick cum. Nikolas was dimly aware of his arse getting overfilled with another load of man cum. He could feel the head of his dad's cock pulse with each spurt. He could feel the cum ooze along the side of his dad's cock and seep out the seams of his arse and run down his cheek to drip soundlessly to the carpeted floor. Grandpa was suddenly there lifting Nikolas off of his dad's cock. Relieved of the weight, Svend leaned against the door frame, spent and exhausted. "That was a beautiful piece of work there, son" "Thanks pappa," Svend panted. Svend recovered quickly enough and pulled up his pants. He stuffed his brown stained cock into his pants. He lifted the totally exhausted child off the floor and placed him on the fur rug before the fireplace. "Where's the rest of the boy's poppa?" "Upstairs I guess. I was sleeping in the chair when that vixen of yours seduced your old man. "Seduced? Like Hell! I didn't see you resisting one single bit." "Oh but I was. I was straining, valiantly. My fingers dug into the chair arms. The urge to grab a hold of him and drive my cock into your boy was almost more then I could resist." Both men had a good laugh as they walked up the stairs. Tommy and Thomas were in their room playing quietly. The only sound was an occasional giggle coming from the younger of the two. Neither had a single stitch of clothing on, but there was nothing unusual about that. Toys were spread across the floor from edge to edge. In the middle of the mess the two children were playing with a tub of Lego blocks. Tommy had built a car and a house and was working on a space ship. Thomas, meanwhile, was seeing how high of a tower he could make. Every time it fell down he would giggle and start again. Their play was innocent and all boy. "Good evening boys" Svend walked into the room. Both boys ran to greet their father with bug hugs and a wet kiss. "Do you wanna see what I'm building daddy?" Thomas piped up. "Of course I would Thomas." Svend cleared off a spot on the floor as Grandpa took his spot in the lone chair in the room. "What do we have hear Thomas? Is it a rocket?" "No daddy it's the awful tower." "That's EIFFEL Tower, silly," said Tommy knowingly. Both Svend and Bernhard had to stifle laughs. Thomas's creation more resembled an awful tower then the Eiffel Tower. "I'm making a space ship now, dad. It's gonna be the Challenger shuttle. See!" Thomas held out his project. It was coming along very well. On the floor in front of him were the instructions for building the shuttle. "I'm still trying to find all the pieces I need and get them before Thomas adds them to his falling tower." "You keep takin' all the good pieces." "That's because I need them for my shuttle." "But I want them for my I-fall tower." Thomas pouted. "Tell you what, Thomas" Svend said. "I'll help you build your tower, and we'll let your brother have the pieces that go to his shuttle. "I'm going to go down and sit by the fire and keep Nikolas company." "OK poppa. If he wakes up, have him clean himself up and get dressed. I don't feel like cooking tonight so I was going to take us out for dinner." As soon as the two boys heard "going out for dinner" they immediately forgot what they were doing and began asking where and when. To which their dad only said "you'll see and later. Now let's finish these first." Svend took the large tub of Legos and upended it on to the floor. He first helped Tommy find all his missing parts then worked with Thomas on creating a more recognizable copy of the Eiffel Tower. The three continued building anything they could think off until there were no blocks left. "Ok boys, time to pick up the room then get dressed." "But daaaaaad," Whined Tommy, "Nikolas made some of this mess too; he should help clean it up. He ALWAYS gets out of cleaning up." "Well you start on the Legos and I'll send Nikolas up to help with the rest." Tommy was about to complain again, but remained silent when his dad threw him a warning glance. He started picking up blocks and throwing them into the bucket along with Tommy. A few minutes later Nikolas waddled in and grudgingly helped out in cleaning up the room. Every time he squatted down, his butt would open up and a little more cum would drizzle out. By the time the room was cleaned up, he had a muddy trail running down both legs. "Gee Nikolas, Grandpa just fill you up or what?" Tommy asked. "Grandpa, then Dad when he came home," answered Nikolas. "I think I fell asleep after dad screwed me. "They both screwed you? Gee Nikolas, you're such a slut" "Thomas didn't know what that word meant, but Nikolas did. "Well I wanted Grandpa to know I wasn't mad with him, and I had just finished up when dad came home and he was horny and I was there and you weren't. And don't call me a slut. I may like it up my ass but YOU are the one who can suck his cock all the way into your mouth." "Ok fine. we're both sluts." Thomas put the last toy away and looked around. "I guess we should get dressed now. "I have to go wash up and try and push the last out first. Help Thomas get dressed while I clean up then you can get dressed." Nikolas was use to telling his older brother what to do. Tommy would usually just go along with his younger brother; unless he was sure his brother was wrong or was going to get him in trouble. Before long they were all packed into the Cherokee and blazing a trail down the snow covered road. The boys were quite excited by the snow. It meant there would be plenty of fresh snow on the ground to play in the next few days. The ride into the city was slow, but thankfully the snow kept most of the last minute Christmas shoppers off the road. Svend refused all questions and pleas about their destination. He would change the subject when ever some one would ask. Nikolas picked up on this, finally, and decided to talk about his next favorite topic, Christmas Eve. "What are we going to do tomorrow, dad? Can we go see a movie?" "I want to go to the club and go swimming." Tommy said. "Can we go see Santa?" Thomas asked in all innocents. "There's no su." "NIKOLAS! If you go one word further, I can guarantee you that Santa will NOT be giving you anything tomorrow night," said their father. Nikolas gulped, "Yes dad." Nikolas thought quickly and came up with a plausible answer. "I was just going to say there is no summer at the North Pole. Santa has snow all the year there." Svend wasn't fooled for a moment, but it was good enough for Thomas. "Really?" Thomas thought about that for a moment and frowned. "Then dat means he has no trees or flowers of nuttin. Does he wear snow shoes all the time?" "Well Santa is a really great skier and if he has to go far he has his sleigh and reindeer." Tommy said, getting in to the fun of it. "And you're wrong Nikolas. The North Pole does have summer. We learned in school that only in the summer does the sun come out there. The rest of the time the North pole is in. twi." Tommy tried to think of the word but just couldn't get it. "It's kinda dark and light, and in the winter it's dark with no sun at all." "Is that why Santa comes at night then? If he lives in the dark all the time does sunlight hurt his eyes?" Thomas asked. "Smart kid you got there Svend," Grandpa said. "Of course Pappa. He takes after me." Every one in the truck started laughing except Thomas. He wasn't sure if what he had said was something smart or something funny. The three boys spent the rest of the drive discussing what they wanted for Christmas and how Santa could make all the toys in the dark. This became a talk about silly toys made by blind elves and so on. The boys were in fits of giggling laughter when at last the truck came to a stop. They were in the old section of the city and right in front of the original town hall which was now a museum and restaurant. Dinner tonight was going to be at Det Gamle Raadhus. Svend had actually planned this in advance and had reservations waiting for them when they got there. The place was resplendent and filled with aromas of roasted Reindeer in hunter gravy, Pheasant breast in a mushroom sauce, Lutefisk, Poached Salmon, and many other warm delicious scents. The family spent an enjoyable evening of fine food capped with cloudberry parfait and raspberry sorbet. By the time they got home all three boys were sound asleep in the back of the truck. Svend carried the boys up to their room one at a time while Grandpa helped get them undressed and into their pajamas. When the last one was in bed, the lights out and the doors partially closed, Grandpa bid good night to his son and head to the guest room were he was staying. Svend took the quiet time to take a long hot shower. After washing up he just stood there with the jet of hot water beating on his back. The next for days were going to be long and he wanted all the relaxation he could get now, while he had the time. Once again he thought to himself that he really needed to get a hot tub installed. Instantly the sight of his three boys, naked and aroused, sitting with him in the hot tub, came to mind. Yes, a hot tub was definitely going to be needed, and soon. He stepped out of the shower into the steam filled bathroom. He tried off his fur then tossed the towel into the hamper. There was no use in trying to dry off any more; the room was too moist and steamy. Svend opened the door to the hall way and was hit by a blast of cool air. It was not that the house was cold, but compared to the bathroom it was much cooler. The coolness of the air was as vitalizing as the hot shower was relaxing. He strolled down the dark hallway and into his room, not bothering to turn on any lights. Svend climbed into bed and settled down for a good night's rest. A muffled giggle sounded in the darkness. "OK, which one of you is it that wants the spanking for not being in your bed like you're supposed to be," Svend said without opening his eyes. This time he heard a squeak and felt the bed moving. Svend rolled over quickly and got the boy by the arm just as he was standing up. With a gentle, yet firm tug, he brought the child back down on the bed. He now got another hand on the mystery boy and discovered that this little miscreant was not only out of bed when he wasn't supposed to be, but he was also out of his pajamas. He let go with one hand, reached back and turned on the light next to his bed. "Well Tommy, care to tell me why you are not in bed before you get your spanking." The smile on Tommy's face just melted away. "You really gonna spank me?" Svend looked at his eldest son and let his eyes roam across the boy's naked flesh. Tommy's little cock was hard and still bouncing. The boy looked back at his father with a mixture of desire and weariness. "Do you think I should?" Tommy thought about that for a moment. He _was_ supposed to be in his bed and he _was_ supposed to be in his pajamas and he _did_ try and sneak out of the bed. But more then that he wanted to be close to his father. A spanking would mean that he would be naked across his dad's naked lap. But it would also mean his bum would hurt and he knew he would be crying. Tommy gulped and whispered, "Yes sir." "What was that, Tommy?" "I said," Tommy took a deep steadying breath, "I think you should spank me daddy." That was not the answer Svend had expected. He rarely spanked his boys, and when he did it was for a much greater offence then being out of bed and undressed. "Are you sure about this?" "Yes sir." Tommy looked into his dad's face, "I want you to put me over your knee and spank me." A small tear beaded up in the corner of one eye and ran down his cheek. "But not too hard.please," he begged. Svend thought about this. He knew that spankings, done right, could be very erotic, but he hadn't thought that his son would know about that. He watched his son intently for a moment as he contemplated his response. Despite the glimmer of fear in the boy's eye, and the single tear, Tommy's boy cock was still quite hard. He glanced back up to his son's face and saw his lips parted seductively. "Very well then! Go close the door." Tommy climbed off the bed and slowly walked to the door, a thousand thoughts running through his head. He could hardly believe that he asked to be spanked. He closed the door and nervously walked over to his father. He stood be fore the bear of a man like a tiny hairless cub. "Lay down across my lap with your arse on my right." Tommy did as he was instructed with out a sound. He walked around to his father's right and lay across the man's lap. His dad helped adjust his final position so that his bum was clearly exposed and accessible. He could feel his hard cock poking into his daddy's right leg. His arms he wrapped around his dad's other leg. He lay there poised for punishment, aroused and fearful. SLAP! Down came his fathers hand with a resounding crack that seemed to echo forever in the quiet house. Tommy clenched his teeth, determined not to cry. SLAP! SLAP! Two more stinging blows fell upon his tender flesh. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Three fell on just his right cheek. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Three more hard slaps on his left cheek. Tommy had tears running down his face but still he made no sound. Every slap sent a tingling feeling up through his cock. His bum burned with pain while his cock burned with lust. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! A series of biting slaps alternated between each of his glowing red cheeks. Tommy had his arms wrapped tightly around his dad's hairy leg and each blow caused him to squeeze hard. He felt his dad push him a little so that now his cock was resting on his dad's knee. He did not resist as his legs were spread further apart. Tommy gritted his teeth, anticipating another series of hard spanks. He didn't know how many more he was going to get. He wasn't sure how many more he could take. He closed his eyes tightly, waiting for the blow to come. SLAP! "Ooooowwwwwweeeeeeee!" Tommy could not contain himself any longer and started to cry. The last blow had caught him right between the legs and on the back of his tight little ball sack. He began to struggle to get off his dad's lap but his father just leaned over him and wrapped a big arm around his chest and pinned him down on to his lap. Unable to move he could only wait for what was to come next. But instead of the expected strike of his fathers meaty paw, came a tender rub across his stinging and bright red cheeks. Gently his father rubbed his sore bum. His flesh was so tender and sensitive now that even the rubbing caused little spikes of an itching type of pain, a strange mixture of both pain and pleasure. He could feel his cock respond to the rubs. Each time his fathers finger brushed across his perineum his little cocklet would jump. Underneath his belly he could feel his daddy's cock. It was hard and leaking pre cum and poking him in the gut. Svend continued to gently rub and squeeze Tommy's bubble butt, until his son stopped crying. "Be strong little man. Just a few more and then I promise to make it feel better. Tommy could only nod slightly as he braced himself for more abuse. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Two hard blows to each cheek brought the fire back to his raw skin. SLAP! "AAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" Another blow to his balls made him cry out again. "BE STILL!" Svend said sternly without raising his voice a single bit. "Bring your legs together and up under you." Sobbing, Tommy did as he was told, wondering what new form his torture was going to take now. He did not have long to contemplate the matter. SLAP!!! Tommy wailed out. Now he understood the new position. It protected his tiny balls but opened his arse cheeks up leaving his must tender spot exposed. His father had hit him squarely on his arse hole. The pain was intense. But with the pain came the most erotic feeling. He could feel his arse hole pulsing along with his cock, each throbbing to the beating of his heart. The slap had made his cock harder then it had ever been before in his young life. The strange mixture of intense pain and fervid pleasure was intoxicating. He wanted it to stop and at the same time he wished for more. He could feel the heat coming of his arse. The pain was severe but so was the burning lust inside him. He was no longer crying. Tommy realized he was crying more because he thought his dad was mad at him then for any real pain. But with his daddy's hard cock below him, he knew his father was not upset with him. In fact he was clearly as aroused by this as Tommy was himself. "Your punishment is over. Now it is time to make you feel better. Get down between my knees and suck my cock. Suck it real good or I may have to spank you again." Tommy wasn't sure how that was supposed to make him feel better. He knew he would feel much better if his dad sucked on his cock instead. But he wasn't about to argue now. Quickly he climbed off his daddy's lap and knelt before the big hairy man. He tried to rest on his heels but his arse was far to soar for that. Instead he spread his feat just enough at let his butt sink down between his feet. The soft touch of his heel across his tender flesh was enough to fire his lust once again. Tommy leaned forward and pulled his daddy's cock down to his mouth. He lapped at the oozing gland, licking it clean of the glistening pearls of pre cum. "Ooooooooo yes! That's it Tommy." Svend put a hand behind his sons head and guided him down onto his tool. Tommy needed no further encouragement. He sucked his dad's helmet into his mouth. Now he understood how this was going to make him feel better. He truly loved to suck cock. With just the head in his mouth, he flicked his tongue under and around it, coming at last to the piss slit at the top. He forced his tongue into the opening, trying to get out more of the sweet nectar that was leaking out. He could hear his daddy moaning more and kept up the suction on the gland. He pushed back when his father tried to push him down more, until he was satisfied with his work on the swollen gland. Then and only then did he let his father guide him down along the shaft. He felt the head press against the back of his throat and with practiced ease relaxed the muscles and allowed the invading member to slide down his gullet. Tommy swallowed his daddy's cock until his nose was pressed firmly into the furry bush at the base. He swiveled his head from side to side as he slowly pulled back. His fathers hand no longer instructing but merely guiding now. Tommy proceeded to make love to his daddy's cock. Using all his talents to make his daddy feel good and last the longest. At 8 years of age he could out suck any seasoned cocksucker in any gay bar in Oslo. For twenty long and tender minutes Tommy brought his father closer and closer to the peak of orgasmic bliss, never letting him go over and never letting him relax too much. All good things come to an end, and Svend could take no more of this salacious torture. His cock was like an iron rod sliding in and out of his young son's hot mouth. His balls were drawn up tight against him and fairly burned with their need for release. Tommy recognized the signs and waited until the last minute before forcing himself all the way down on to his dad's cock. He felt the first couple of hot blasts burn down his throat, right into his tummy. He pulled back as another volley slimed his throat. The next two he got in his mouth, filling it to capacity. He pulled all the way off and milked the last three jets out of his daddy's cock, each one hitting him smack in the face. Tommy swallowed the creamy load in his mouth. He looked up to his father as he licked his lips most seductively, catching the running flow of cum as it slid down his face and over his lips. Svend grabbed Tommy beneath the arms and pulled him up. He pressed his face onto his son's cum sucked visage and kissed him hard and deep. He forced his tongue into the boy's mouth and tasted his own cum. He licked his son's mouth clean of his seed, running his tongue along the boy's baby teeth and over his small tongue. He sucked his son's tongue into his own mouth and sucked on it like a tiny cock. Tommy melted into his fathers kiss, savoring each lecherous feeling of the incestuous moment. He glowed as his felt his daddy lap the cum off of his face and then share the offering with him in another deep kiss. He spread his legs wide when he felt his fathers hand grope his crotch. He let himself be picked up and gingerly laid down across the bed. Tommy pulled his legs in as he felt his daddy climb on top of him. He wrapped his arms around his father's neck and pulled him down. Svend was careful not to put his full weight on top of his son, yet let his body completely cover that of his son's. He kissed Tommy with a rising passion which was returned with equal intensity. Svend let his mouth slide down over his sons chin and onto the supple flesh of his neck. He sucked in the tender morsel and left a tiny red mark as he moved on down his son's chest. He licked around each dark pink nipple and then teased them with his teeth until they stood up erect. Down he went with his tongue, stopping at the belly button. He licked inside the little button causing Tommy to giggle. His hands now roamed his son's body as his hungry mouth worked its way lower. He sucked on the mound just above the boy cock, the spot that one day would be covered with dark hair but now was smooth and free of any blemish, unmarred by any of puberties eventual gifts. Svend spread his son's legs and continued his tongue fest around the base of his son's cock and over the twin marbles. He sucked on the crease between leg and groin, first on one side then on the next. Back around the small dick and once again to the boy's perineum, he licked and sucked. Svend lifted Tommy's legs up and pushed them toward the boy's chest. Tommy's rosy arse and musky hole were in full sight and with in easy reach. Svend covered the hole with his mouth and sucked hard. Tommy let out a high moan as his ass was once again treated to an intense feeling. His father's sucking on his tender hole made the biting sting come once more to the surface, but this time with a most sublimely erotic intensity. His hole winked open of its own accord and his father jabbed his tongue in. His bubble butt was pried upon by meaty fingers allowing his daddy to thrust his tongue deeper into his tight hole. Svend worked his son's asshole good. He used his tongue to loosen the sides then forced his saliva into the boy's chute. He pulled back just enough to spit on the puckered opening. He watched the bubble liquid pool around the opening. He blow across his son's hole and watched with growing lust as the hole opened up and sucked the liquid in. Before it could close he spat another gob of saliva on to it. Svend used a finger to move the spit around along his sons crack, coating his finger with his own saliva. He spat again on his son's arse. This time he used his finger to push the gooey mess into the boy's asshole. His finger slid in easily all the way to the last knuckle. Tommy instinctively spread his legs wider and pushed back. Svend spat some more on his son, working the spit into the hole and lubing his son's fuck chute up nicely. Tommy was now holding his own legs back thus freeing his father to lean back and admire the view. Svend watched excitedly as his finger twisted around inside his son's little bubble butt. The hole was nice and loose and spit slicked. He began to slowly finger his son. The feel of his son's warm arse clamping around his finger was sensuous and intoxicating. With a little more spit, he worked a second finger into the unresisting boy-hole. With two fingers deep in Tommy's arse, he let his son bring his legs down, but kept them spread wide apart. Svend teased the little love knot inside his boy as he leaned over and sucked the 9cm boy cock into is mouth. He sucked long and hard on his son's cock, teasing it with his tongue. Tommy was the only one of his boys that was uncut, and he enjoyed the feel of the tight skin across the boys cock. The pink head was fully exposed and he lapped around it, wrapping his tongue around the small gland. Svend worked his fingers hard and fast in his son's arse, each time angling in to push hard against the prostate. He bobbed steadily on the boy's cock. With his free hand he pulled on Tommy's tight little nut sack, rubbing the marble sized balls between his fingers. He was not surprised when moments later he felt his son's arse squeeze down on his fingers and the boys cock fairly bounce in his mouth. Tommy's body shuddered under the combined assault on his sex glands and his dry orgasm lasted several long and drawn out seconds. When at last Tommy calmed down, Svend yanked his fingers out of the boy's hole, flipped him over and spat on the brown opening. Svend pushed he son's legs together then straddled the boy's arse. He placed his hard and dripping cock between Tommy's cheeks, lining it up with the spit covered opening, and pushed it all the way into the waiting fuck tunnel in one steady thrust. "Oooooooooo, daaaaaaaaddyyyyyyyy," Tommy moaned. He liked to be fucked almost as much as he liked to suck cock. He loved having his daddy's tool inside him. His dad knew how to fuck him real good, and never left him disappointed. His spanking was worth the little pain for the great pleasure he was getting now. Svend lifted his upper body with his arms while the rest of him rested on top of his son. His cock was deep in his son's lovely ass, the twin globes nestled lovingly against his groin. He rocked his hips in long slow strokes, giving his son the full length of his cock. "You like my cock in your arse don't you." "Yes daddy, I love it." Tommy wiggled his butt from side to side as his father slowly fucked him. "I don't want you to ever stop. Svend leaned down and kissed his son deeply. "I can't fuck you forever, but I will keep it in you all night if you want," he breathed huskily in his boy's ear as he continued to grind his hips into his son. "Oh dad, PLEASE. Please fuck me all night long" Svend got off of his son, pulling his cock out as well. Tommy looked back at his father a mixture of disappointment and questioning wonder on his face. "Pull back the blankets and get in the middle of the bed on your side," Svend said smiling at his son. "I want to hold you in my arms all night." Understanding now what his dad wanted, Tommy quickly complied. Once he was in the bed, Svend turned off the light and slid in behind his young son. He adjusted himself so that his son's head rested on his right arm, which he wrapped down to hold his son's chest and pull him close. "Pull your cheeks open for me honey," Svend whispered to his son. Tommy did just that and Svend guided his cock back to his boy's waiting hole. He slid just the head in and let it stay there. "OK, baby, you can let go now." Tommy yearned to push back onto his dad's cock. He wanted it all back inside him. But his dad wanted to go slow. He didn't want to just fuck his son now; he wanted to make love to his boy. Svend's left hand snaked over his son's body and down to his groin. He wrapped a leg over both of his son's. With his boy firmly and loving wrapped with his whole body, Svend pulled his son to him. His cock slid ever so slowly into Tommy's arse. Centimeter, by agonizing centimeter, he wormed his 20cm tool into his son's bowels, until at last it was fully ensconced once again within his son's warm fuck chute. "I love you Tommy" he whispered in his son's ear." "I love you to dad." And just to prove it Tommy worked his butt muscles to massage his dad's cock. Svend let his son to the work and left his prick motionless and buried. Tommy worked his arse for several long minutes. Meanwhile, his dad leaned down and kissed him on the neck and nibbled on his ears, whispering encouraging words and sweet "I love you"s. When Tommy began to tire Svend gently took over. He slowly rocked his hips, working no more then a couple of centimeters in and out at a time. He messaged Tommy's belly with one hand and played with the boy's nipples with the other. He kept the same pace, never faster, never slower, never pulling out any further. He fucked his son nice and slow for nearly thirty minutes. He felt Tommy relax, and breathe more evenly. "Don't go to sleep yet, my little lover. Not just yet." "Ok daddy," Tommy replied sleepily. "Work your butt on me again, honey." Svend said as he begin to nibble on his son's ear some more. Tommy did as he was told and the effort helped wake him up just enough to really enjoy the love making he was sharing with his father. Svend picked up on the change in his son's action and changed his own as well. He used his leg and left arm to pull his son closer to him and begin to gyrate just a bit faster and just a bit deeper. He was working nearly a third of his cock into his son's hole now, the extra gripping of his boy's effort increasing the pleasure for both of them a hundred fold. Svend brought his left hand up to his mouth and spat in it, then on an impulse brought it to his sons face. "Spit in my hand, honey. Help me moisten your cock up." Tommy worked up a mouthful of spit and let it dribble out of his mouth onto his dad's fingers. Svend brought his spit covered fingers back under the covers and down to his son's jutting cocklet. He used three fingers and his thumb to make a little chute for his son's cock, his fingers just longer then the boy's prick. The spit worked well and he kept only a loose grip on his son's tool, just enough to run across the top of the skin without moving it. He knew that this technique made the nerves on the outside go wild. Sure enough Tommy began to moan softly soon after. Tommy started to push back against his father's thrusting cock and back into his softly gliding fingers. He was waking up now. Svend worked his son like a fin instrument, bringing him almost to the peak of orgasm, then gripping the little cock harder and slowing his own thrusting until the boy's breathing evened out once again. He kept this up for another 30 minutes. Each time it took Tommy a little longer to calm down. Svend knew the next time would be the last. Svend had Tommy spit on his fingers again, as the boy's cock was more sweat slicked then spit slicked now. His fingers were once again sliding across the velvety smoothness of the boy's cock. He breathed heavily into his son's ear, and probed it with his tongue. Svend worked more of his cock in and out of his son now, pulling out until just the head remained lodged between his cheeks then thrusting hard all the way back in. The new maneuver was too much for both of them. Tommy was first. Svend felt every inch of the boy tighten up and begin to shake. The boy's arse locked down on his cock like a fleshy vice. His cock swelled and seemed to grow another centimeter. "I - Love - You - Tommy!" Svend breathed into his son's ear as he fucked his big cock hard into his son's clamping love tunnel. With one final hard thrust that seemed like Svend was trying to drive his cock out the other side of his son, Svend pulled his boy to him tightly and held motionless as his cock exploded inside his son's bowels. Volley after volley of thick cum erupted into his son's arse. His cock kept pulsing and pumping out a flood of hot daddy cum. Long before his cock stopped flooding Tommy's arse Svend had felt his son's body relax and his breathing even out. Tommy was sound asleep, totally content and totally exhausted. "I love you son." Svend whispered one last time. Then, with his semi-hard cock still lodged in his son's bowels, Svend put his head down on his pillow and fell asleep. *+*+*+*+*+*+* It was late in the morning when Svend finally awoke. The first thing he noticed is that his cock was still in his son's arse and that it was hard. The second thing he noticed is that he had to pee. Tommy woke up about the same time and squeezed his arse, just to make sure that his dad's cock was still there. "Easy there honey, you do that again and I'm going to flood your arse." Tommy did it again and giggled. "OK son, here you go." Svend let it go and started to flood Tommy's bowels with a flood of hot morning piss. "Ooooooo yeah. What a relief." Tommy was surprised. He had thought his dad meant he was going to cum again not pee in his butt. The sensation of his arse being quickly filled with the steamy liquid brought the urge for Tommy to be as well. "Dad I got pee now too. Let me up." But Svend held his son down. "Just let it go here," he said. His own stream of piss was already leaking out of his son's over filled butt and soaking into the sheet beneath them. His dad's words and the wet sheets were too much for Tommy and he let his own pee out. He felt the warm fluid splash over him. Then he felt his fathers hand on the head of his cock and the pee splashing off that and back at him. Svend pulled out of his son, still pissing, and coated the boy's arse and back with the rest of his torrid stream. When at last father and son had dripped their last drop pf piss, Svend threw back the covers. "OK Tommy, time to help me strip the bed then into the shower." Under the bed sheets was a pad that Svend had got from the hospital. It was quilted and soft on one side, and lined with supple plastic on the other. The plastic lining prevented any moisture from getting to the mattress and was washable as well. By the time the bed clothes were stripped Tommy was practically dancing with his need to go to the bathroom. His bowels were full with his dad's piss enema. With a nod from his dad, he ran for the bathroom. He was just squatting down when the pressure released. A torrent of piss and cum and shit poured out of his arse and splashed into the bowel. Svend walked into the bathroom and thrown the sheets and blankets into the hamper then waited for his son to empty his gut. The two took a shower and cleaned up then headed downstairs for breakfast. Thomas and Nikolas were playing in the front room and Grandpa was in the kitchen making breakfast. "Did you two sleep well?" Grandpa asked. Tommy blushed a deep shade of red and Svend laughed. "Yup, we slept pretty well indeed pappa." The rest of the day was spent preparing for the Christmas Eve celebration and for Christmas day after that. All the boys were given chores, including little Thomas. By dinner time the boys were bouncing with anticipation. The day's work not enough to blunt their growing excitement. After a big dinner, Grandpa got up and dressed for going outside. "I'm going for a little walk to help work of that meal." He grabbed his cross- country skis off the back porch, and soon disappeared in the quickly darkening yard. Svend got the boys to cleanup before relaxing by the fireplace with him. Svend was telling the story of how Santa came to be when out in the yard, sleigh bells could be heard. All three boys jumped up and ran to the window. There, coming up the walk, strolled a large man in a red suit, with a big red sack slung over his shoulders. Thomas raced for the door and had it opened just as the man was about to knock. "SANTA!" Thomas yelled. "Daddy, daddy, Santa's here." Nikolas and Tommy knew who it was, but right now they didn't care, it was more fun to go along with it anyway. Santa came into the house shaking off snow from his velvet suit. He let Tommy lead him to the big chair by the fireplace. Santa sat down and dropped his sack in front of him and began to open it up. "WAIT SANTA! We have to wait until Grandpa gets back. He won't want to miss you again like last year," said Thomas. Svend smiled, trying hard not to laugh, but Santa had no such worries. He let out with a loud "HO! HO! HO! Don't you worry none about ol' Grandpa. He's helping me watch my reindeer while I'm in here with you. I'll see do it that he gets an extra special present when I leave." It was quite a sight inside the house, one middle aged man in just a pair of boxers, three naked boys, and Santa in his red suit. The boys all gathered around Santa's feet as he passed out the gifts. Of course Santa had a couple of presents for his son.errr for Svend as well. He left a couple of gifts beside the chair, "These are for Grandpa when he comes back," Santa said. It did not take long for the boys to tear open their presents and soon they were playing with their new toys. Nikolas came over to Thomas and whispered something to him. They both kept glancing over at Santa. Santa was gathering up his bag and getting ready to leave when Thomas got up and walked up to him. "Santa, Can I give you a present?" asked Thomas. He glanced back at Nikolas who was nodding his head vigorously. "Well of course you may, son. What have you got for Santa?" Thomas looked behind him one more time and received an encouraging nod from Nikolas. Svend and Santa exchanged glances, but had no clue what was going on. Thomas Grabbed Santa's hand and helped him stand up, and then, before he lost his nerve, he undid Santa's belt and pulled his pants down. Santa was wearing no under garments and his blond haired cock was exposed and at half mast. Thomas took hold of it and with out further ado started to suck on Santa's cock Santa responded with a low moan. His cock quickly rose to its full length. Once he was hard, Thomas made him sit down on the edge of the chair and then climbed up on Santa's lap, facing the jolly ol' fellow. Nikolas darted over and helped guide Santa's large cock into Thomas' little fuck hole. Thomas settled slowly down on the big member with his mouth hanging open. When he was all the way down he let Santa help move him up and down. "Merry Christmas, Santa." Thomas looked too Nikolas before continuing, "This is your Christmas Fuck." He looked up at the overly pleased yet quite surprised Santa. "You can do me any way you want." "Well then, Santa wants to fuck you deeply." Santa pulled Thomas off his cock and stood up holding the boy. He shuffled to the back of the chair and laid Thomas over the back of the plush furniture. Thomas' arse was now at the perfect height for the standing Santa. Santa plunged his fat cock back in to the toddlers but. Thomas let out a squeak of surprise and pleasure and the sudden intrusion. Santa grabbed the baby by the hips and fucked the child hard and deep, each stroke coming all the way out before plunging back in to slap against the boys tiny, and meaty arse. Thomas had not yet lost his baby fat and it now provided a lot of cushion for the hard fucking Santa. Santa wanted this one to last, but the heavy suit and the proximity of the fireplace was getting to be too much for him. He fucked Thomas hard and fast. The boy was grunting with every hard thrust. Santa pounded away on the child's arse and after only ten short minutes was blasting his creamy load into the boy's bottom. Santa pulled right out. He was too hot and too exhausted too linger any further. He gave the child's arse a long lick from stem to stern, catching a big glob of his own cum on his tongue. Tommy moaned softly. He was as exhausted as Santa from the brutal raping his arse just received. "Merry Christmas," he panted out with some effort. Reluctantly, Santa pulled up his pants, grabbed his empty sack and headed for the door, leaving the four year old, well fucked toddler, draped over the back of the chair. As he walked out the door everyone heard him exclaim in a loud voice: "MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!"