Date: Mon, 6 Jun 2005 00:13:12 -0700 From: Jon Hold Subject: I Saw Daddy Kissing Santa Claus This work is copyrighted by the author and may not be used without his express permission. Private persons and no others are given permission to have one (1) electronic and/or one (1) printed copy of this work. Nifty Erotic Stories ArchiveTM is given permission to archive this work. All the usual disclaimers that are usual apply here. This is a work of fiction involving sex acts between consenting persons of various ages and conditions of life. If you can't handle that or if you are not of the legal age or mindset, go no further but remove this material from your possession forthwith. If you have faggot sensitivity, you ought not read this story. I'd really like to hear from some of you with either positive or negative comments. I have no idea really if I'm bringing any of you pleasure or what it is you'd like me to write about. I only hear from a few people on each story. I'd really like to hear from YOU so I'll have some idea how I'm doing and what it is you like to read. Thanks. I used two returns between paragraphs to simplify formatting for you. This is a hyphen -. This is an en-dash --. This is an em-dash ---. Other high-ascii characters that PC's can't understand have been stripped. Try to keep in mind that while 42 is the meaning of life, it is not the only possible solution and that sexual dimorphism is Mother Nature's excuse for being kinky. Enjoy! Jon ----- I Saw Daddy Kissing Santa Claus by Jon Hold Copyright Jon Hold, 2004, 2005 M/M/T I was at that age when it seemed like the only thing I could do successfully was get a hard-on, and all I wanted to do was play with the damn thing! Ever since Mom packed up and left us Dad had been real touchy about almost everything, but especially about sex. So when I got horny I just took myself out to the wood shed, which doubled as Daddy's workshop, got one of Daddy's sex magazines out of Daddy's hiding place, climbed up into the loft and had myself a nice wank or six or twelve. My dick was my unending companion and never doubting friend. The source of joy and never-ending wonder. The be-all and end-all of my universe. And that's where I was and what I was doing when I finally got to meet Santa Claus. It all happened like this: Dad must have figured I was too old for christmas. No wish list. No tree. Nothing! He was pretty preoccupied with work, some big project he had going on. Christmas eve he called and said that he'd be working late, and for me to not wait up. Well, that just about made everything perfect for me. No christmas and the dinner I'd cooked for us ruined. Pissed, I took the ham from the oven and threw it into the trash can. I had a microwaved dinner for my favorite holiday. I stumped around the house for a while, grumping to myself, and then said, "To Hell with it!" and headed for Dad's hideout. I had an excellent whack and must have fallen asleep immediately after cumming. The door opening and loud, semi-drunken voices woke me up. Dad was home, and he wasn't alone. Blinking my eyes to clear them, I realized that Santy Klause wasn't fat, old and white haired. No indeedy! Santy Klause was 6' 4", the same as my Daddy, Blond, and built like the proverbial brick shithouse --- only a brick shithouse was never that stone-cold gorgeous. Santy was a knock-out --- and Daddy was kissing him like don't-quit! I'd fantasized about how older men did sex, and was pretty sure that my dad was the sexiest man alive, but I never had any idea just how sexy until I saw Daddy kissing Santa Claus My pants were still down around my ankles and you could hear the air getting cut as my bone leapt to full salute. My butthole clenched and my balls ached with need when I saw Santa stick his hand down the front of Daddy's pants while Daddy clenched and kneaded Santy's hard asscheeks. I drooled as Daddy and Santa tongue-fucked each others throats and committed lascivious acts of frottage, rubbing against each other as if they were already fucking. I grabbed myself and squeezed as hard as I could as Santa pulled a huge hard erection out of the front of my Daddy's pants. I squeezed my nuts and crossed my ankles, squeezing my legs together, trying to keep from cumming. I stuffed my fist in my mouth and bit it as hard as I could to keep from moaning out loud. Daddy turned Santa around and pulled Santa's pants down over his backside. Bending Santa over the arm of the overstuffed chair Daddy watched porn movies in, Daddy spanked Santa good and hard until Santa's buttcheeks were just as red and cheery as his face. I bit my lip and doubled over, trying to control myself, wishing that it was my butt Dad was warming up. With one last, extra loud swat, Daddy mounted Santa and penetrated him all the way in one hard lunge. Santa cried out. I totally lost control. Daddy looked up to see why it was raining inside the woodshed. He saw my cum arching through the air, landing all over him and Santa Claus. There was a certain amount of commotion and I ended up standing between Daddy and Santa Claus, my pants still down around my ankles, hands trying to cover my still quivering, dripping, spurting boner as I tried to explain to Santa and Daddy just exactly what I was doing up in the loft watching them. Daddy asked Santa what he did for naughty boys like me. "Well... I've got some very special presents for naughty boys like Toby!" "Maybe it's time Toby learned some manners. What do you have for my bad boy?" Santa went outside and came back in less than a minute carrying a big red velvet sack with white fur trim. "Well. Let's see what I brought for naughty little boys..." Santa rummaged around in his bag, coming out with what looked like a piece of black leather with a couple of straps attached to it. "Pull down his balls and let's see if this fits! Daddy started to pull down on my tender balls. No matter how hard I tried, the feeling of my father handling my balls kept me from keeping my dick under control. The damn thing leapt up and started leaking all over Daddy's wrist. It was sticky between my legs so Daddy had me step out of my pants and spread my legs so he could get to my ballsack better. Dad made a circle of his forefinger and thumb and pulled my balls down until my sack just wouldn't stretch any further. I went up on my toes and spread my knees, sinking down as far as I could as my ballsack was stretched to its limits. "That's good!" Santa said, measuring the leather thing against my stretched out ballbag. "Damn! This boy is going to have nuts as long and loose as yours, George!" Rummaging around in his velvet bag, Santa came out with a longer piece of leather with three straps on it. He carefully curved it and fitted it to the skin between my groin and Daddy's thumb and forefinger. I thought my eyes were going to bulge out when Santa tightened the top strap. And when he tightened the middle strap I started to howl from the pressure constricting my nut sack. But when Santa pushed my Dad's fingers out of the way and used the last strap to tighten up the leather collar so that it squeezed my nuts down further than they'd ever been and stretched my sac to the tearing point, I just started dry cumming all over the place, tears pouring out of my eyes as I begged Santa to please let me shoot my cum. Santa just patted my naked butt and said, "You just wait, bad boy. You have a lot of lessons to learn yet..." Santa rummaged through his velvet sack again and came out with a bunch of straps all hooked together. He and Daddy got to work and before long I was wearing a black leather harness that held my torso tightly. Additional straps around my biceps, wrists, and thighs allowed Daddy and Santa to clip my arms securely to my sides. Santa swatted the head of my dick, making it go suddenly limp. He quickly put a chrome ring around my nuts and then pushed my limp cock through the ring. A strap from the bottom of the body harness went through the ring, lifting my cock and balls. My dick quickly got hard again. The pressure from the ball collar and cock ring were making my groin ache. The harness made me feel super sexy, and having my arms and hands immobilized gave me a strange and wonderful sense of being controlled by my Daddy. Something I'd always secretly wanted. "Well. Our bad little boy seems to be enjoying himself so far." Santa said, flipping my boner from side to side. "Yeah." Smiled Dad. "I always thought he wanted me to be a real dad, instead of the permissive wimp his mother insisted upon." "Let's see what he thinks of the rest of his presents." Said Santa, rummaging through his bag again. This time I fought, but it did me no good. I ended up wearing a harness on my head that held a big rubber ball in my mouth, quite effectively gagging me. Straps went down to a thick, heavy collar around my neck. Straps went up each side of my nose to meet at the bridge and continue up my forehead as one strap. Other straps held blinders in place so I could only see straight forward. I could turn my head and move it, but only at the expense of partially choking myself. I got my butt smacked several times for fighting the gag and harness. Santa turned me so I could see him and his sack. He rummaged around again and came out with a thick leather about 12 inches long and 4 wide. It had a bunch of half-inch holes in it and a handle at one end. "Seasons Delight, George. Let's see if you can change that boy's attitude with this!" And, right in front of me, looking right at me, Santa handed Daddy the Paddle From Hell. Dad looked at the paddle for a minute, and then at me. I gave him a defiant, "Don't you dare even think such a thing" look. Making up his mind Dad took me by the harness and pulled me down across his lap. I won't go into that spanking in any detail. I'll just say that Dad got years of frustration out of his system and I received a radical attitude adjustment and the respect for my father that I knew I'd been wanting for years. Santa sat down next to Dad and stroked my hair while Daddy beat my ass. When my crying made it difficult for me to breath through my nose, Santa unplugged a hole in the rubber ball so I could breath through my mouth. Then he sort of crooned to me about how much my Daddy loved me and cared about me and how bad it was of me to act the way I did. He said it was my choice. I could be treated like a pussy or like a man. Whichever I chose, but that if I chose to act like a pussy, that I'd never truly have the love of my father, no matter what. The spanking was eventually over. Santa pushed a thick buttplug up my ass and fastened it in place with a strap between my chrome cockring and the back of my body harness. Daddy and Santa left me standing in the corner with my hands clipped to my neck collar so I couldn't touch my throbbing butt. They said I should think and that they'd be back in a while. When they finally did return they were naked, and had obviously been enjoying sex together. Santa released my hands and took the gag out of my mouth. I looked at Daddy and saw the worried look on his face. The same worried look that I'd seen any number of times, only now I realized that Daddy was worried about me, about his love for me and wanting the best for me. I suddenly felt like a real turd. Santa was right. Mom had taught me to treat Daddy like a piece of shit and I'd gladly joined in. An overwhelming fear of loosing my father rocked me to my bones. "Daddy!" I cried. Tears poured from my eyes and I lifted my arms, hands out, supplicating, begging. In a broken voice, Daddy said, "Toby..?" and lifted his arms. I stumbled forward and grabbed my Daddy, crying and slobbering all over him. He held me so strongly my bones creaked. I clutched him just as desperately. I felt Santa helping me expel the buttplug and lay down on the floor with my Daddy on top of me. Daddy quickly replaced the buttplug and proved to me just how much he loved me. Over and over again until my butt was a leaky, squishy mess. Daddy didn't quit fucking me quite so much as he just passed out. I lay with him until I was sure he was sound asleep. Then I crawled over to Santa, my cum glistening butt held high in the air. Santa had been watching us and his cock got really hard as I crawled over to him with an evil, naughty look on my face. I pushed him down on his back and sat right down on his lap. I explained to Santa just exactly how much I liked my christmas presents while bouncing up and down on his little elf. I managed to reduce Santa to begging Rudolph to come save him before he too passed out. I think I was a very good boy for Santa and Daddy, and I've been trying very hard to get better and better. The End