Date: Mon, 15 Dec 2014 12:28:03 -0600 From: Steven LaVigne Subject: Fucking under the Mistletoe Nifty.org needs your support in order to continue to provide stories like this one without charge. Please donate whatever you can. Fucking Under the Mistletoe by Bull Waters I was hoping I'd have a very special visit from Santa Claus on this snowy Christmas Eve. So, like any good boy, I took a shower, cleaning myself inside and out. I knew he liked to see me in them, so I put on my red jockstrap and low-neck green tank top, the one that reveals my chest hair. I hung the mistletoe over my bed, turned the TV to the channel that plays Christmas carols while logs blaze, opened my book, and decided to read until he arrived. I dozed off, because I when I opened my eyes and saw something with a green felt hat devouring my cock and moaning. I looked around, and there sat Santa, in all his hot and sexy glory, stroking himself to hardness. I looked back at the green hat I asked him "Who's this?" "That's my son, Nick," replied Santa. "He's getting on-the-job training this year. How's he doing? Do you like the way he's sucking your cock, boy?" he asked me. "His mouth is pretty fuckin' hot," I said, "but I want to taste your candy cane!" Santa didn't say a word. "Fuck yeah," Santa declared as he strode toward me. I opened my mouth and started tonguing his boner. Santa moaned and all I could think was, like father, like son! Nick took his mouth off my hard-on, and, on his knees, joined me to make Santa an even more joyful man. "Nick," he commanded his son, "you know what I taught you to do. Get to it!" With that, Nick kissed his way around his father's thigh and, once he'd gotten to that hot, plump rump, began to rim his asshole. Santa moaned again, but took his manly confection from my lips. After pulling my tank top over my head exposing my chest, he handed me a package, demanding that I open it. Santa told me to slick my love-stick from the big bottle of lube I'd unwrapped. Then he straddled my thighs and eased his chimney-chute onto me. Again he moaned, and then he pointed to his stiff lollipop. At this, Nick took it into his mouth. Santa looked above us and then said, "Fucking under the mistletoe, just the way you planned it. Fuck yeah, ride my sleigh, boy!" The rhythm mounted as I pumped deeper and deeper into his holiday punch bowl of love and Nick sucked the cock that made him. It wasn't long before Santa pushed Nick's head away and Father Christmas proved himself a spectacular ejaculator as he sprayed his liquid snow all over my hairy chest. Nick immediately licked it off me, and then polished the rest off his father's still hard cock. Even though I hadn't cum, after a moment's rest, Santa pulled off me and told Nick it was time to move on. "There are lots of other good boys who deserve presents out there, Nick!" he said. "But," I started to stammer. Santa laughed and told me, "Santa cums once a year!" Nick hesitated and asked if he could stay with me. "I can't get enough of his man!" he told Nick, Senior. "I want to play with him all night. May I please stay? I can catch up with you later." As Santa dressed, he thought it over. Then he gave Nick instructions, and after kissing us both good-bye, went back to his sleigh to continue his rounds. Nick lay next to me and we started making out. Then he got on top of me and kissed his way to my chest, where he nipped and bit one nipple, then the other to hardness. He kissed his way further down and rubbed his nose through my pubic hair. We both moaned, so he looked up and me and we giggled. Then he started licking up and down my shaft. I told him I thought that Santa had given him to me as the best present of the year, and closed my eyes. I felt him moving his body and, like his father, guiding me inside him. He controlled the movement and with his hands, he pinched my nipples hard, the way I like it. Moving my hand down to stroke him, I realized that one of my greatest fantasies was being fulfilled as I fucked the son of Santa under the mistletoe. That last thing I remember about that night before falling asleep is that I felt myself shooting a load into Nick as he tortured my tits. I felt a kiss on my lips. The morning sun came through the windows, making the new fallen snow glisten. I looked down and found semen had dried and matted my chest hair. I was naked with my jock down around my right leg and my tank top draped around my neck. I got out of bed, made myself some coffee, and looked out the window, admiring the beautiful day. I turned my attention to preparing for the day. When I went to make the bed, I found a package on it that I hadn't noticed earlier. The tag told me it was from Nick, and when I opened it, I found a long, double-headed black dildo. There was a note that read, "the next time we play, let's use this. Meanwhile, use it to practice. Happy Christmas, Nick." I found the bottle of lube that Santa had given me, and decided I'd start right now - after I took a shower and cleaned myself up like the good boy that I am. I had really enjoyed our fuck under the mistletoe and knew we'd do it again, but I hoped it would be sooner than next Christmas!