Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2006 09:08:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Mark Wolf <pdxwolf@yahoo.com>
Subject: Santa's Candy Cane

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Disclaimer: The following story contains graphic
sexual language and actions between a father and his
minor son. If material of this nature offends you,
PLEASE do not read any further. Please note that you
must be of legal age, where you live, to read this
story. This is a work of fiction and any similarity
between real people or events is purely coincidental.


Santa's Candy Cane


Timmy tossed and turned in his festive Christmas
bedding.  He shouldn't have gone to bed so early.  The
bright red sheets and Santa Claus comforter did little
to calm his restlessness.  He was so excited about
Christmas morning, that he went to sleep around 6:00
pm.  Cindy, his babysitter for the evening, didn't
mind he chose to get a jump start on Christmas.  She
was now free to talk on the phone until Timmy's dad,
got home from his office holiday party.

It took sometime for Timmy's excitement to give way to
slumber as the six year old could only think of
Santa's arrival.  He had asked the jolly old man for a
'grown-up boys' bike.  His father had been
apprehensive about his son's Christmas wish.  He was
very protective of his only son since his wife passed
way some three years ago.  It's been just the two of
them for a long while now.  Mike has devoted his life
to his son even forgoing his own social activities to
spend every non-working moment with him.

His attendance at tonight's party was unusual.  He was
chosen to be the Office Santa Claus, an honor voted
upon him by his admiring co-workers.  It was an event
he had to attend, even if it was on Christmas Eve.  He
had explained his absence to Timmy, who was actually
very understanding wanting to go to bed early anyway
anticipating Santa's deliveries for Christmas morning.
 His father often had to worked late but as long as he
was there to greet Timmy early Christmas morning, the
young boy didn't seem to mind.

Timmy's visions of sugar plums were broken around 1:00
am.  He had been awaken by the noise of the snowplow
from outside his bedroom window.  Something he would
normally have slept through, but since he had already
slept for six hours, the little boy was fully awake
and very curious.  Timmy slipped out of bed in his
bright red Christmas long-johns that he wore as
pajamas.  He really enjoyed the multiple buttons of
his union suit both in front and in back.  The latter
he always left undone allowing the flap to hang down
exposing his creamy white bubble butt to the world.

The chill of the air across his perfectly round cheeks
felt good to the small boy.  Timmy enjoyed various
feelings of breeze, fabric and physical touch against
his perky behind giving him tingles of pleasure.  His
small boy feet recoiled briefly at the coldness of his
bedroom floor before he crept up to his door.  The
blond haired child turned the knob quietly, listening
for sounds in the hallway.  Timmy tipped toed down the
hallway past his daddy's closed bedroom door.  "I
wonder if Daddy had a good time at his office party"
Timmy thought to himself walking past his father's
room.  Actually, Timmy's dad did have a good time, but
was not in bed sleeping.  He spent the night putting
together his son's new trick bike.

When Mike returned from the party around 11:30 pm, he
decided he had better get the bike assembled before
going off to bed.  He was afraid he might not awaken
before his son on Christmas morning.  He hadn't
removed his Santa costume yet as his beard and hair
were applied with adhesive.  It gave a very realistic
look to his costume, but required a special chemical
for removal.  Everyone at the office party thought he
really did look just like Santa Claus and many didn't
realize it was him under all the makeup and padding.

Mike decided he would deal with the removal his
costume after his son's Christmas present had been
completed.  It took Mike over an hour to construct and
tune his son's bike.  When it was finally finished,
Mike sat down to eat the milk and cookies Timmy had
left out earlier.  He thought the treat would be just
compensation after all the work he just put in,
especially knowing Santa Claus was going to get all
the credit.  "Oh well, the
spirit must be kept alive" he said to himself drinking
the warm milk.  Mike was so tired that he fell asleep
in mid-bite of a large sugar cookie, snoozing away
with the cookie still clutched in his hand.

Timmy had stealth fully made his way down the stairs.
He was now standing amongst the twinkling tree lights
in the living room.  The room was dark except for the
sparkling shimmers from the still lit Christmas tree.
A wide smile spread across Timmy's face as he noticed
the gleaming silver shine of his Christmas present on
the left side of the tree.  Timmy walked up to his new
bike with the enthusiasm only a six year can display.
Halfway to his prize, Timmy stopped dead in his tracks
looking to his right.  There on the couch was Santa
Claus.  The Jolly Ol' Elf had fallen asleep while
eating the milk and cookies Timmy had left for him.

Timmy stood in utter amazement as the fat man snoozed
soundly.  He cautiously walked over to the big red man
wondering if he took naps at every house he went to.
Reaching the edge of the couch, the small boy slowly
extended his hand feeling the red shinny velvet of
Santa's pants.  The fabric felt wonderful to Timmy's
touch as he ran his hand up and down Santa's leg.  A
mischievous thought crossed his mind as he wondered
how the silken material would feel next to his firm
round backside.

Santa slumbered deeply as the precocious six year old
climbed on to his satin lap. Timmy slowly moved his
butt back and forth on the velvet covered pants of
Saint Nick.  It felt so good as his cheeks glided over
the delicate softness.  As the boy's taut round butt
enjoyed the sensations, he began to feel a large stick
pushing into his crack as he moved.  Timmy froze when
Santa spoke "Here's your candy cane for being so
good." A phrase Mike repeated numerous times when
handing out sweets to his office partiers.  Timmy
looked into the jolly man's face.  He was still sound
asleep and probably dreaming of other little boys,
Timmy thought.

The young child slid down off Santa's lap, landing
between the man's wide spread legs.  His small hand
traced the large stick in Santa's pants which was
pushing up on the thin material.  Timmy soon realized
he had Santa Claus' pee pee in his hands.  The six
year old boy's own cock had recently began to get
stiff, especially when he played with his sensitive
butt hole during bath time.  "And this candy cane is
just for you" Santa said aloud still sleeping away.
Timmy assumed Santa's candy cane, must be the large
pole in his pants and that Santa meant for him to have
it.

Timmy's curiosity had now gotten the better of him as
he cautiously undid the draw string to Santa's pants
opening the velvet waist.  No longer afraid of waking
the man with his actions, Timmy pulled the fabric down
allowing Santa's cock to spring up from his hairy
crotch.  Timmy again placed his hand on the huge warm
flesh pole amazed at Santa's size.  He measured it to
be over three of his hands long and it took both his
hands to reach around the thickness of the large
shaft.  "Santa's candy cane is really big" Timmy said
out loud to himself.  The jolly fat man's cock was
leaking precum heavily.  The clear liquid pouring down
the sides of his tool and pooling against Timmy's
small hands.  He was fascinated moving his face up
close to the large purple head.

Timmy decided to lick the substance coming from
Santa's candy cane placing his child tongue at the
edge of his hand and licking Santa's Christmas juice
all the way up the large penis to its origin.  It was
very sweat tasting, "Just like a candy cane should be"
he thought.  Timmy really liked the taste placing his
mouth over the head of Santa's dick to suck out the
juice as if the thick meat pole were a straw.  Santa
let out a low guttural moan as Timmy sucked and licked
the end of his huge candy cane.  Timmy could only get
a couple of inches of Santa's huge dick inside his
little mouth.  The precum was flowing so generously
that the small boy could still feed himself easily
from the giant cock.  Timmy's mind again had a
mischievous idea as he thought "What would Santa's
candy cane feel like against my butt?"  The idea over
whelmed the excited six year old.  He now needed to
feel the hot thick candy cane of Santa against his
glistening white bubble butt.

He removed his mouth from the end of Santa's candy
cane climbing back onto the man's now naked lap.  His
butt cheeks squeezed Santa's pole as the massive stick
slid inside his butt crack.  He tried sliding his butt
back and forth but the fat man's stomach was so large
Timmy couldn't move more than an inch or so on the
large stick.  Timmy's mind raced as a new idea popped
into the small boy's head.  He reached behind him
pulling Santa's dick straight up.  Sitting in front of
the massive pole, tummy to tummy with Santa, the boy
could now move up and down the full length of Santa's
candy cane without being hindered by the fat man's big
belly.

Precum continued to flow freely from Santa's cock
which was soaking Timmy's small crack as he bounced up
and down against it.  The small boy was lost in the
intense feelings of Santa's big 'North' pole.  While
bouncing, Timmy accidentally moved up to far allowing
Santa's huge cock to move forward just a little.  When
he came back down, he impaled his cute virgin boy butt
with the fat man's large staff.  The child let out a
half stifled yell from both surprise and pain as the
huge head, and several inches, of Santa's thick candy
cane enter his tight hole in one swift movement.

Timmy stayed perfectly still, not wanting to move up
or down, until the pain in his butt dissipated.
During this time, Santa was moaning loudly with his
dick pouring soothing warm lubricate into Timmy's
aching hole.  The jolly old man had moved his hands to
the small boy's chest.  He massaged Timmy nipples
through the fabric of his soft cotton long-johns
making him feel warm and tingly all over.  As the pain
in his butt subsided, his small boy ass adjusted to
the thickness of the giant cock inside it.  In place
of pain, there  were feelings of warmth, fullness and
pleasure that Timmy had never even imaged before.  His
small boy butt continued its dissent down Santa' never
ending pole until finally he was resting firmly on the
fat man's lap.  Timmy's little cock was stiff and hard
poking out from the lower unbuttoned portion of his
bright red union suit.

Santa's hands had moved down to the tiny six year olds
waist moving the small boy up and down his long thick
shaft.  Timmy's whole body tingled as Santa's candy
cane pumped wave after wave of pleasure through his
tiny butt hole.  The small boy had two dry orgasms
during Santa's long leisurely fuck and was quickly
working on his third.  Timmy had become hooked on sex,
wanting to never leave Santa's magical candy cane as
it provided him with one explosive delight after
another.

The jolly old man was still sleeping soundly during
Timmy's fuck ride, moaning loudly saying "This is a
great party!  Merry Christmas everyone."  As soon as
the man said "party," Timmy realized it wasn't Santa
giving him the greatest Christmas gift ever, it was
his own Daddy that was forcefully plowing his ass.
Timmy became even more excited, knowing he was
actually bouncing up and down on his Daddy's big huge
candy cane.  He hugged the sleeping man, kissing him
full upon the lips with a passion beyond his young six
years.  Mike's mouth opened as his tongue reached out
to play with his sons in an erotic duel.  Timmy moaned
into his Daddy's mouth as his third orgasm of the
night exploded within him.  The boy's hot ass clamped
tightly around his Daddy's huge pumping shaft that was
making him feel so good.

As Mike passionately kissed his special little boy,
his eyes finally opened as he slowly began to a wake.
As the fog of sleep lifted from his mind, the sounds
of his little boy's erotic moans could only mean one
thing, he was climaxing to a sexual orgasm.  The wet
dream Mike was having wasn't a dream at all.  He could
feel the soft warm tightness surrounding his cock as
he was obviously fucking his six year old son.  His
mind started racing as he tried frantically to put all
the pieces together.  His hard sex organ continued on
autopilot, pumping itself in and out of his son's
tight fuck hole with long hard strokes.

Timmy, seeing his Daddy's eyes were now open, broke
off there kiss.  "Merry Christmas Daddy" he said
smiling brightly in a background of twinkling lights.
The small boy was bouncing down hard meeting every
upward thrust Mike was making.  The twinkling tree,
the brightly wrapped presents and the boy in red
long-johns having sex in Santa's lap was a sight Mike
would never forget.  The look of lust on his son's
face was almost alarming as the boy was obviously
enjoying every deep thrust of his ample manhood.

Timmy could feel his Daddy's dick getting bigger and
bigger inside him, expanding his small hole ever
wider.  Instinctively, he shoved his small body down
hard on his daddy's huge pole, squeezing his tiny boy
butt tight while squirming in his father's lap.  The
extra sensation sent Mike over the edge as he exploded
a huge hot load of Christmas cum deep into his son's
tiny tummy.  Timmy moaned softly as the warmth of his
Daddy's seed flowed into his small body.

With his orgasm finally subsiding, Mike's conscience
mind came in to full control assessing what was going
on.  It was very early Christmas morning as he looked
up at the wall clock showing 2:30 am.  He was still in
his Santa suit from the office holiday party and his
six year old son was sitting in his lap smiling
happily at him.  His long hard thick cock was buried
deep into Timmy's small tight butt, which he just
creamed with a giant load of his holiday cum.  Timmy
could see the confusion in his Daddy's eyes saying "I
thought you were Santa Claus at first Daddy.  But I am
so glad it is you instead."  Mike could do nothing but
muster a half hearted smile at Timmy's innocent
looking face.
"Santa brought me my bike for Christmas" the boy said
looking over at the bike by the tree.  "But I like
your present much better" Timmy said wiggling his ass
around his Daddy's still hard dick.  "I like how it
makes me feel so good inside and because its you
daddy, it can make me feel good every day of the year.
 I will make you feel good too, Daddy.  It does feel
good, doesn't it?"

Mike thought about his son's words.  It did feel good,
really good.  Better than he's felt in over three
years.  Longer in fact, as his son's ass was better
than any pussy he'd ever had.  "It feels wonderful
Timmy" Mike said hugging his only son.  The padding of
his suit made it difficult to hug Timmy tightly like
he wanted.   He also knew his small son was very tired
seeing the fight to keep his crystal blue eyes open.
"Come on Timmy" Mike said standing up with his six
year old still deeply impaled by his hard candy cane.
"Let's get you to bed while there is still some night
left."

Mike walked up the stairs holding Timmy in one arm and
his pants with the other.  The small boy's butt
bounced with every step the man took going up the long
flight of stairs.  As they walked down the hallway
towards his son's room, the constant fucking motion of
Timmy's sweet little boy butt brought him closer and
closer to a climax with each step.  It was having the
same effect on his horny little son.  By the time they
reached Timmy's race car bed, his little boy's body
began to shutter as another dry orgasm overwhelmed the
small child with Christmas pleasure.  "Oh daddy.  I'm
having visions of sugar bumps!" he said as his little
cock jerked against the red velvet suit.  The
climactic contractions of his son's tight ass were too
much for Mike as he grabbed Timmy's narrow waist
sliding the boy up and down, thrusting his thick cock
deep into the boy's hot tight fuck hole.  A few
seconds later, Mike yelled "Ah fuck, Timmy!  Daddy's
cumming!"  while thrusting as deep as he could into
the small boy's butt.  Timmy's legs clamped tightly
around his Daddy's butt as the boy ground his ass down
on to his father's massive fuck tool.  "Merry
Christmas, Santa Daddy" the little boy said smiling
mischievously as his father let loose another large
load of man cum up his son's tight fuck shute.

After creaming his son's ass for the second time, Mike
reluctantly pulled the small boy from his softening
cock.  There was a slurpy plop sound as Timmy's ass
was emptied of his father's thick manhood.  Mike set
his son gently on the bed pulling the covers over the
red covered boy.  "Merry Christmas Timmy.  Daddy loves
you very much!"  The small boy looked at his father
smiling.  "I love you too, Daddy.  See you in the
morning."  Timmy reached up kissing his father's cum
covered cock before rolled over to sleep.

Mike left his son's room going to his own.  He removed
the Santa outfit smiling to himself as he did.  He
went into his bathroom to remove the hair and beard
with the special chemical.  As he looked into the
mirror, he thought to himself "I really do look like
Santa Claus."  With the makeup removed, Mike went to
bed noticing the time was almost 3:00 am.  "Its going
to be a very interesting Christmas this year" he said
to himself before falling asleep on this very special
Christmas morning.

End