Date: Thu, 28 Dec 2023 20:43:33 +0000
From: manbearlover <manbearlover@protonmail.com>
Subject: Owen and Oliver Meet Santa Part 2

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The boys' dad, Dave, was lounging in his man cave, nursing a drink and
watching TV. His hand slipped into his boxers, fondling himself
absentmindedly as his movie played. Dave wondered if he had gone too far
giving his boy's good night kisses. He just can't control himself
around them, that damn dick of his gets hard and starts calling the
shots. Oliver's mouth looks so inviting when he's surprised. The
things, he'd do to Owen if he had the chance, he'd rip those little
briefs off his son, lay him down on the bed, kiss him passionately, and
slip into that tight boy hole.

His fingers had formed a tight ring around the base of his cock, giving
himself slow, tight, strokes, imaging burying his cock in a deep tight
hole. There's nothing better than being balls deep and feeling that
tight hole grip onto the base of his cock. Dave thought of what is son's
face would look like if he was impaled with the penis that made him,
those rosy cheeks smiling, his face agape, little mouth moaning.

In a daze of arousal and tipsiness, Dave followed his cock into the
boy's room. Dave hadn't crossed any lines with his boys. But something
about their cute little innocent faces makes his balls tingle and
tighten. In weak moments like these, he's stood above one of the boys as
they slept, slipped the tip of his thumb in his son's mouth, stroked his
thick curved baby maker.

Daddy's cock was pulsing with pleasure as he entered the boy's room.
Aching for release from his boxer briefs. But the boys weren't there,
maybe they were sneaking a peek at their stockings?

Dave stumbled into the living room, where he saw what looked like the
largest man in the world covered in a blanket. He indignantly stormed
over to the man and threw the blanket off him. The blanket flew off Santa
revealing a sight to behold.

His sweet little innocent boys draped across the stomach of Santa Claus,
with their mouths around Santa's nipples. His boys' faces and chests
were covered in semen. This was perhaps the most arousing image that Dave
had ever laid eyes on. Without thinking of it, he slipped off his boxers
and started to play with his rock hard manhood.

Dave soaked in the hot scene of his underage boys caught in post orgasmic
bliss with an older man. Dave reached another hand down to pull on his
balls, his eyes wandered to what looked like a flesh covered snake draped
across Owen's leg, resting on the side of Santa's round fat belly. His
eyes followed the thick veiny beast down to the Santa's oversized egg
shaped balls.

"That can't be his penis...It's way too big," Dave thought to himself.
His ego slightly bruised, as he looked down at his thick, uncut eight
incher. God damn, this man's cock made his look like a little boy's
dicklet.

Without thinking, Dave's hand grabbed a hold of Santa's cock and peeled
the foreskin back revealing a bright red cockhead slick with fresh cum.
He brought his fingers to his mouth to taste Santa's seed. Daves balls
began to tighten, as he continued to pleasure himself.

"Ho boy, do the men of this house ever like Santa's big ole candy
cane!" Santa bellowed, "That's three boys who've had my cum in their
mouths tonight!"

"I-I'm sorry Santa, I've just never seen one this big." Dave
stammered, as his hand explored Santa's body.

"Can I touch yours too daddy?" Oliver asked, waking up, bleary eyed
looking up at his father.

Dave looked down to see his nine year old son, face smeared with cum, his
rock hard cock curving right between his eyes. His little boy was crossed
eyed soaking in his daddy's big dick.

"Go ahead son, show daddy what Santa taught you." David ordered his
son, getting turned on by the idea of his son being molested by a man
with an even larger dick than him.

Oliver's little hands started pulling at midway down his father's
shaft. The boy was fixated on the cock in front of him, staring up in
pure fascination watching the skin and veins move as he stroked.

"Open your mouth Oliver..." Dave said in a deep growl, knowing he
didn't need to take things slow with his no longer virgin boy.

Oliver did as he was told. Dave's hand was shaking as he guided his cock
into his boy's small pink mouth. Wet warmth enveloped Dave's cock, as
Ollie's red swollen lips latched on to his father's cockhead.

"God damn Ollie you're a fast learner boy," as he thrust deeper into
his boys mouth. Oliver's tongue anxiously lapping at whatever inch of
his father's penis it could get to. Feeling a twinge of jealousy, Dave
grabbed on to his Son's hair and began to roughly fuck his mouth. "Boy,
from now on you'll only suck on this cock."

"Go easy on him Dave, he's a very obedient and faithful boy" Santa
asked, as Owen stroked his oversized cock, now standing at full mast.
Dave's eyes moved from his cock fucking Oliver's mouth to Santa's huge
penis being jacked off by Owen. "Why don't we move to the boy's
bedroom?" Santa suggested, and with a snap of his fingers, that's where
they were.

The next moment, Dave was sat on the bed, with Santa's big slab of man
meat staring him in the face. Big wrinkled foreskin covered the tip of
Santa's impressive hog.

The boy's father was entranced by the huge, manly piece dangling in
front of his face. He couldn't help himself but lean forward and take
this massive cock into his mouth. Salty, thick heat filled his mouth. He
wanted more, he had to have this monster cock in his mouth, he didn't
even care that his two boys were watching him submit fully to this older,
bigger man. Dave pushed forward, taking half of the oversized cock into
his throat.

Dave looked up at Santa, who looked down on him with loving eyes. "It's
not every day I meet three sweet boys with such hot mouths. You raised
your boys well dad."

Dave pulled off Santa's cock, the swollen red cockhead unsheathed
smacking him in the face. He noticed his sons staring. He guided
Oliver's mouth to Santa's cock and Owen's hands onto Santa's pulsing
shaft.

This scene nearly sent Dave over the edge. His sweet little boys playing
with a foot long penis. Oliver's mouth stretched to its limits just to
take Santa's oversized knob into his young mouth, all the while looking
up at his daddy for approval.

"You two are such good boys, playing with that big ol' cock, you're
just a pair natural boy sluts..." Dave moaned as he slipped his thumb
into Owen's tight boy cunt.

"Ow daddy that hurts! Owen yelped, at the sudden intrusion.

Santa took his hulking meat out of Oliver's mouth, "Drink some of
Santa's man juice, I'll use my magic to make your boy butt feel
better," stuffing it into the other little boy's waiting mouth.

Dad then took the opportunity to introduce a middle finger into Owen's
hole, as Oliver repositioned to start sucking on his daddy's cock. Dave
started kissing his boy all over his smooth chest, before engulfing his
hard little dickie in his mouth and slipping another finger in his son.

Dave's balls were boiling with Oliver giving his cock a tongue bath,
while Owen lapped at Santa's piss slit. But Dave wasn't ready to finish
just yet, he wanted to feel the inside of his sons with his throbbing
pedo cock.

"Come here big boy," Dave said as he stood up and turned Owen away from
Santa's penis. "Spread your legs for daddy, I'm not done playing that
booty butt just yet!"

Dave lined up his leaking purple cockhead with his son's boy cunt. He
was so turned on, he thought he might climax before he could even get it
inside the little fucker. But one agonizingly pleasurably thrust later,
his son's hole gave way for his cockhead. The boy's hole was a tight
warm tunnel that locked on to his daddy's cock like a vice grip.

"Oh son, I love you so much. I hope I can last a bit longer, to give you
a fuck you deserve," Dave leaned over and kissed his boy on the neck and
face, as he slid half his cock into the boy's guts, moaning
uncontrollably.

Santa was eating Oliver's boy pussy out, while fondling his cocklet and
boy balls next to Dave breeding his son. "Aren't you gonna try Ollie's
hole out for size, Santa?" Dave asked, as he slowly pumped into Owen.

"Oh no, Dave that's your honor. It is a boy's father duty to pop his
cherry. I wouldn't take that honor away from you. I'll open him up for
you, you can plow this boy whenever you're ready." Santa said, lapping
away at Oliver's boy pussy.

"Oh god Owen, I don't know how much longer I can last...I wish I could
make this moment last forever." Dave moaned as he dragged his cock
through his son's tight slick hole, picking Owen up, giving him a
passionate french kiss, as he fucks into the boy's hole, his daddy balls
bouncing with each thrust, slowly tightening up as the boy's ring brings
him ever closer to a climax.

Dave threw himself back down on the bed on top of his son. Slowly
withdrawing his rock hard cock one last time, he savored the feeling of
his son's tight hole gripping every inch of his man cock, before
plunging back in, his balls audibly slapping against his boy's ass,
before tightening up and sending cum flying up his cock, flooding his
boy's guts with seed.

"Fuck Owen...I'm filling you with my baby batter, I'm breeding my
little boy," Dave said with tears of joy in his eyes, overcome by the
pleasure of his incestuous orgasm. He continued to slowly fuck in and out
of the boy's ass, coating his love tunnel with semen. Father and son
collapsed in a loving embrace, with daddy on his back with Owen still
impaled on his rock hard cock. The pair exchanged sweet kisses in post
orgasmic bliss.

"You're job's not done tonight Dave," Santa said pulling Owen off
Dave's cock covered in cum and boy juices. "It's only fair that Oliver
gets a ride tonight too..."

And with that, Santa picked up Oliver and lined his boy hole up under
Dave's rock hard cock, still covered in cum from fucking his other 9
year old son. Overwhelming sparks fired in Dave's brain as his son
descended down his overly sensitive cock.

"Do you like that Oliver, do you like how daddy's big cock feels in
your boy cunt?" Dave asked, trying to get used to the sensations of his
other son's hole.

"Yes daddy, I want you to fuck me hard!" Oliver moaned, fucking himself
on his daddy's tool.

"Wow you've got a dirty mouth all of a sudden, Santa's special cock
juice must have put a lot of new ideas into your little head," Dave
said, repositioning Oliver so he was laid on his chest in front of
Santa's cock, "Maybe you'd like to play with Santa's candy cane more,
while I service your little boy pussy."

Oliver was boy in heat, immediately latching on to Santa's cock, as his
daddy grabbed his small boy ass and started pounding into him. Fucking
Owen was love and passion, but Oliver wanted it rough, fucking Ollie was
raw friction, satisfying carnal urges to plunge his pedo cock into the
boy's tight cunt.

Daddy would slowly withdraw his cock from his son's love tunnel, feeling
the tight hole expand and contract across every ridge of his father's
penis. Then he'd slam back into the boy, plunging his cock as deep as
possible, his balls swinging back and forth, as the boy's ass got
repeatedly invaded by his horned up father.

Owen looked on, fondling his boy nuts, watching his dad's cum covered
cock disappear inside his brother's butt, obscene skin and skin slapping
noises filled the room, his brother repeatedly gagging as his father
fucked his mouth further on to Santa's fuck pole.

Santa pulled his cock out of Oliver's mouth, dangling in front of his
face, "Is your daddy fucking you hard enough boy?"

"Yes sir. I want to earn my father's seed." Ollie replied, grasping at
Santa's exposed cockhead with his mouth.

Santa grabbed Ollie's head and fed him half of the foot long cock,
jacking the rest of his exposed shaft. "I'm definitely going to visit
this family again next year. I've never met such talented, eager, virgin
boys before."

The room was all moans and fucking noises, both men used Ollie like an
fuck toy, pounding away at him, as long as he was willing to give the men
pleasure. Owen went over to latch onto his daddy's nipple, sending bolts
of electricity down his spine to his balls.

Santa couldn't take it any longer, he pulled his fat log of a cock out
of Oliver's mouth and stroked he unbelievable length of his cock a few
times and started spraying the boys with his seed. The first ropes hit
Dave and Owen's faces, then Santa painted white lines across Ollie's
back, and the last few bursts of cum went on Oliver's face.

"Do you want your daddy's cum?" Dave asked in baited breath, past the
point of no return, spreading his boy's cheeks so he could slam his
daddy dick further into the boy's tight cunt. "I'm gonna breed you
boys every night from now on. I'll never get over the way this hole
feels!" Lifting a hand and slapping the boy's ass, the sound echoing
across the room.

"I'm gonna fucking nut boy!" Dave screamed as he buried his bone and
spunked off inside his second son. Shot gun spurts of cum coated the
boy's rectum, Dave pulled out and left white streaks all across
Oliver's red puffy boy pussy.

Dave came down from his sexual high. He hugged his boys, and thanked
Santa for the beautiful night.

Dave, Owen, and Oliver waved good night to Santa, as he shot up their
chimney. Dave drew a hot bath for his boys, cleaned the copious amount of
cum off them, and sweetly explored their bodies with tender fatherly
compassion.

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this story.

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