Date: Wed, 27 Dec 2006 21:14:25 -0800 (PST) From: Mark Wolf Subject: Santa's Candy Cane - 02 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. Sorry it took so long for this chapter. Enjoy! Christmas Morning "Daddy, daddy. Get up, get up!" My eye lids strained as they slowly revealed my tired eyes to my son's ecstatic face. Timmy was bouncing on the bed unwilling to wait another minute to open his Christmas presents. "Alright, Timmy. I'm up. Go downstairs and get a Pop Tart. I'll be down in a minute, OK?" The energized six year old kept bouncing creating an earthquake under my pillow. "And then we can open our presents!" he said frantically. "Yes, Timmy, yes." My son jumped from the bed running towards the stairs. I lifted my head from the pillow in time to see his cute white bubble butt through the open flap of his long-johns. The wonderful round orbs flexed their firm child muscles as Timmy ran from my room. The sight of his perky behind jogged my memory of last night. My morning wood scolded me for sending that nice tight ass from the room before getting a chance to use it. I pulled myself out of bed looking over at the nightstand clock. 6:05 am, Timmy was not wasting a single minute of this Christmas morning. My tired body made its way to the shower allowing my hard stiff cock to let loose a golden stream straight up into the air. Once all the piss was poured from my bladder, I turned on the water letting the water bring me fully awake. I left the shower, donning my Holiday red velvet robe before making my way to the kitchen. Timmy was sitting at the table working on his second Pop Tart. His milk glass was almost empty, so I offered to refill it as I poured a cup of freshly brewed coffee. "I don't need anymore milk, daddy. We have to open our presents." I realized their was no postponing the event. I drank several sips of coffee before topping off my cup. Timmy was sitting on the floor in front of the present packed Christmas Tree as I enter the room. I sat in my oversized chair placing my cup down before saying "OK, son. Find a present" Timmy attacked the packages like a starving lion. Every few minutes, he would stop handing me a package that said `From Timmy To Daddy'. I managed to mix in a few presents to myself to slow my son's frenzy long enough, to at least, read the tags. I accumulated several shirts, pants, a tie and a watch. Timmy's pile was a mountainous tribute to my overindulgence. When the last present had been ripped open, the rush inevitably came to a crashing halt. "That's all" my son said walking over to me a little deflated. "Did you get everything you wanted?" I asked. "Oh yes daddy" he said in a thankful voice. "I am very happy. I just like opening the boxes." I hugged his small little body saying "Merry Christmas Timmy." He reached up kissing me on the cheek. "Merry Christmas Daddy." The boy looked over at my modest pile of presents. "I didn't buy any of those you know" he said matter-of-factly. I smiled showing him it didn't matter. "But now I can give you a present that is just from me." Timmy pulled at the tie of my robe letting the garment open before his eyes. My strong muscular body was very different than the jolly fat man the boy had seen last night. Timmy ran his small hand across the velvet of my robe enjoying the soft silken texture under his little fingers. His hand moved across my broad chest feeling the warmth of my skin and the softness of the light brown hair covering my well defined pecs. He giggled as his finger touched my nipple eliciting an erotic moan from my lips. I fell back into the chair spreading my robe fully open to let Timmy have unobstructed access to my hard chiseled body. And my son took full advantage of my offering, feeling and touching every inch of his creator. His little fingers gleefully stroked the many ridges provided him by my devotion to the city gym. "Gee, daddy. You're body is kind of like my action figures. You could be a super-hero!" I smiled at my son's admiration. His small fingers finally working their way to my rapidly growing member. The girth of my massive cock required Timmy to use both his hands to actually reach around the hard hot flesh. "Why is your pee pee so big daddy?" I patted his questioning head replying "All super-hero's have big cocks?" Timmy giggled liking the game we were playing. With his giggles subsiding, his smiling face took on a more serious expression. Timmy's hands moved my fully stiff member towards his sweet cherry lips. He stuck out his small pink tongue licking the precum which was dripping from my excited organ. I let loose a thankful sign as Timmy began tonguing my hard tool. "Oh son, daddy loves your present." "That's just the start" he said even more excited than I was. His soft red lips engulfed the head of my dick sucking down almost three inches of mouth stretching cock. He purred like a contented cat leaving my staff between his lips as he playing skillfully with my low hanging rocks. I moaned in ecstasy amazed that my young son could provide me with such sexual delight. Timmy's mouth soon began moving up and down my massive cock. The feeling was electric as his small child tongue flicked perfectly with his skillful cocksucking. Timmy worked my rod for a good ten minutes never loosing his enthusiasm as he sent sexual shivers through my tensing body. My balls were churning, needing disparately to release their morning load. I called out to my son between shortened breaths "Timmy, daddy's going to cum baby." My young son moved his hand to pull down on my large balls, telling me without words to go ahead and fill his mouth with daddy cream. I gripped the arms of my chair tightly as my climax hit. My cock was shooting erotic delight deep into Timmy's childhood throat. I couldn't believe he was swallowing my entire load without letting a single drop escape his cute boy lips. He again purred as the hot milky liquid filled his small tummy. As my orgasm waned, I released my grip on the chair and softly stroked my son's silky blond hair. Timmy sucked and sucked every last drop of my Christmas cum. He made sure all my male essence was pulled from my well relieved balls. Eventually, his overly stretched lips slid off my softening cock. His small hand still gripped my thick shaft while he playfully licked the tip of my appreciative dick. "Thank you, Timmy. That was a wonderful Christmas present for daddy." "I love to play with your dicky" Timmy said rubbing my semi-hard member back and forth across his face. "Aren't you going to get hard?" he asked impatiently. I lifted his face with my hand letting me see his innocent blue eyes. "Even super-heroes need a little time to recharge. Why don't you play with your new toys for a little while?" I could see the conflict in his face between having sex with his father and playing with his new Christmas toys. Finally, the toys won out as he said "OK daddy." My heart sank as his small boy hand released my manhood. I watched his snow white butt as he walked over to his pile of toys. I surprised even myself as my cock began to grow once more to steel hardness just seeing those fantastic cheeks. Timmy was kneeling on all fours playing with a yellow truck. His perfect boy ass flexing back and forth fueling the lust ignited in my loins. I slid from my chair dropping to my knees letting my robe fall to the floor. I worked my way over to where Timmy was playing sliding my hard hot cock between the soft cool flesh of his exposed buttocks. He stopped playing with his truck saying "Oh goody, super-daddy is ready again!" I chuckled at his enthusiasm as he wiggled his butt up and down the length of my well-endowed maleness. I spit in my hand rubbing the natural lube over my thick hard shaft with familiar strokes. I then knelt down tonguing the tight pink pucker that guarded the entrance to my little boy's hole. "Oh daddy, that feels so good" Timmy whispered talking more to himself than me. I again wondered how I got so lucky to have a true god-given cock whore for a son. My lust forced me to abandon his hot cherry. I spit one last time on my throbbing member ensuring it was ready. I then pulled my young son towards my huge lance lifting the lower half of his small body from the ground. With his boy butt perfectly aligned, I pushed the head of my giant cock past his guardian. Timmy let out a gasp as his sphincter clamped down around the end of my glands. His small ass squeezed the head of my dick so tight I thought he might actually pinch it off. "Put it in daddy, put it in!" My little boy's need for my cock excited me even more, if that were possible. I pushed again forcing my thick shaft further and further into my son's incredibly hot hole. In less than a minute, the full length of my horse cock was buried deep into the depths of my little boy. "Oh, son. You're tight butt feels so good around daddy's big dick." Timmy giggled as he squeezed his ass causing me to let out a shameless sexual grunt of appreciation. My cock was throbbing letting me know I needed to get my nut soon. The message was received loud and clear, as my hips instinctively began thrusting in and out of Timmy's tight fuck hole. I continued making disgusting animal noises as I lustfully pounded my only child. Timmy's head was bouncing wildly as my huge cock piston in and out forcefully. "You're so big daddy. It feels like you're all the way in my tummy" Timmy said. I reached my hand around to feel for his young boy cock. He was as hard as a rock. As soon as my hand grasp his young member, Timmy climaxed with a dry orgasm. He screamed out "Cum daddy, please cum with me!" It was easy to oblige. His ass contractions were the extra motivation for me to blow my load. I yelled out "OK Timmy, daddy's cumming. Oh, fuck! I'm going to fill your little tummy with Christmas juice." With my announcement, I sunk my hard rod as deep as I could into my young son. My dick exploded, shooting my hot load, filling my little Timmy with a gallon of Christmas cheer. I just kept saying "Ah, fuck!, ah fuck!" as I picked up my boy from the floor still shooting cum deep into his gut. Timmy was still shaking enjoying the ravages of his own intense orgasm. With my son in the air, I spun him around on my spurting rod letting me see the ecstasy in his young face. We both reached our peek and seemed to come down from our climax at the same time. Timmy smiled at me reaching up to hug my now completely naked body. "I love you so much" he said with his face buried into my sweat drenched chest. I squeezed his incredible ass saying "I love you too son. Very, very much." Timmy pulled himself off my cock far enough to kiss me full on the lips. I returned his gesture slipping my tongue deep into his innocent mouth. After a long passionate exchange between our two tongues, he broke our kiss sliding his tight hot ass back down my still hard member. We both laughed as he bounced playfully on my natural pogo stick. I sat back in my chair surprised at my exhaustion. After a few more bounces, I reluctantly said "Daddy needs a rest, Timmy. Why don't you go back to your new truck?" Timmy seemed to be sexually content for the moment. He jumped off my dwindling cock, returning to his toys under the Christmas tree. I proudly watching my magnificent boy, angelic looking under the silver and gold ornaments and multi-colored twinkling lights. I looked down at my well satisfied manhood knowing that I would never be sexually frustrated again. I chuckled to myself realizing my greatest Christmas present ever, was playing happily under the tree. I reached down gripping my soft member waving it at me saying "You are one lucky cock." End