A Christmas Yule Log Chapter 10

💩 A Yule Log for Sebastian 💩

A short story by Josh Terrence

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Author's note: This short story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages. If you are offended by sex between men, teenage boys, boys or between males of any age, why are you here? If you are not a legal adult or if this content is illegal in your locale, leave now.

This story is a work of pure fiction. The taboo acts depicted in this story are not condoned by the author, this is fantasy only. All Characters in this story are portrayed by actors 18 years of age or older. This disclaimer applies to all installments of this story, past and present.

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At 3:30pm on Christmas Eve, it was freezing outside. But I wasn't too concerned about the cold weather. That's because I was in our motel room, laying on my bed with my fingers locked behind my head. I had a grin on my face and a little hardon in my undies, watching cartoons while mom sat at the bureau and worked on her laptop. The motel room was warm and I was in my happy place, especially because I was treated to back to back commercials filled with cute boys. All the boys in the first commercial were around my age. And even better, they had nice bubble butts that I wanted to sniff, lick and eat out.

I was even thinking about how it would taste to eat hot poop from their rear ends! I bet taking a hot poop load from each one of them would be delicious. Just thinking about it made my thighs shiver.

I could feel my tummy getting that familiar, naughty tingle it gets when I'm feeling horny for boys and men. My 13 year old boy butt started to shiver and my always hard wiener started to burn in the pouch of my tighty whities. I bit my lower lip and glanced over at mom to make sure she wasn't watching, then I dared myself to whisper the words, "They're so cute."

When the commercials were over and my show came back on, I was still lost in the horny fantasy of being a busy boy's bathroom. But mom's voice snapped me out of my spell.

"I need your help with something, puppy" she said, and I looked up from the bed. She motioned me to her, so I got up and did what I was told. She wrapped her arm around me and rubbed my back affectionately, then she said, "I know it's cold outside, but I want you to get dressed and go help Conner and Mr. Wally with the lights for this evening."

I immediately let my shoulders drop and groaned.

"Why do we have to light the tree every year?" I whined, and mom cut her eyes at me.

"Because it's special, and it's important for us to help people who don't have what we have," she admonished me, and I sighed. "It won't take very long, son. Please?"

"Okay," I brooded, then I got dressed in a pair of blue jeans. Looking longingly at the warm bed I was just laying in, I put my coat and mittens on so I could follow mom to the registration office.

Mom owns the motel, so we live here year round. Wally and Conner live here, too, since they work the desk after hours. Conner works the desk in the afternoon and evening, and Wally works the overnight shift. I think Conner's super cute, and his dad's a hunk!

Of course, mom doesn't know I feel that way, but I've been into guys for as long as I could remember. I'm always checking out the male guests that stay, and sometimes when I have the chance, I show some extra southern hospitality.

If I'm honest, I don't mind spending time alone with Wally and Conner. Because I always get to show them some southern hospitality, too. So when mom relieved Conner at the desk so we could meet Wally at the utility room in the back of the motel, I practically pranced all the way there to be alone with them.

As soon as we were out of earshot from mom, I smiled up at the 20 year old cutie and told him, "You look really cute today."

"Thanks Sebastian," he said, then he looked at my backside. "Your ass looks really hot in those jeans."

"Do you feel like doing something with it?" I asked him as we rounded the corner where his dad had already taken the lights out. When he licked his lips, I wagged my eyebrows at him and he grinned at me.

When the lights were strung on the tree, Wally ran an extra long extension cord and plugged them in while there was still some daylight out. The lights flashed on and Conner gave him a thumbs up, so he unplugged the cord and taped the two ends together. We took the empty bins and leftover cords back to the utility room and I made a pass at Conner by "accidentally" bending over in front of him and grinding my bubble butt into his crotch while Wally locked the door.

That was all it took.

Conner reacted to my overture by palming my ass, then he kneaded my buns and I moaned and rolled my hips around. Seconds later, Conner's pants were unzipped and my ass was on fire for his cock.

Disregarding the subfreezing temperature, I hastily yanked my pants down and presented my bare ass to him with a moan. I pressed my hands against the dumpster, grateful I had mittens on, and felt his strong hands grip my waist. Spreading my feet, I bit my lower lip and gave him a needy look as he carefully lined his big dick up to my hole and entered me.

As soon as his glans melted through my anal ring, I sighed with bliss. When his long shaft slid all the way up my butt, I smiled warmly at him. He smiled back, then he blew me a kiss and started to thrust. Right away, my 13 year old body erupted with the flames of anal ecstasy and I shut my eyes so I could luxuriate in it.
The sensations were decadent and my moans were strictly submissive as I enjoyed thrust after deep thrust of Conner's dick. I could feel a warm swell in my taint as his shaft stimulated the nerve endings that line my hungry anus. With every second that ticked by, the warm swell increased in temperature until it became a powerful, luscious burn that made precum pour from the end of my boner like water.

"It feels so good," I whispered to myself, then Conner's hips sped up and I knew he was about to breed me.

In that instant, the intensity of my carnal spell multiplied 10 times over and I responded with a long, guttural moan that echoed into the late afternoon wind. While I was still belting out my song of pleasure, my cute stud pulled his dick out and furiously jacked off. I watched through half opened eyes as he shot his load all over my bare rump, painting it with hot cum that only added to my bliss.

While I was still holding the wall, Conner put his prick away and his dad mounted me. I felt his experienced hands take hold of my hips, then he slid his daddy dick up my butt and picked up right where his baby boy left off. I moaned hotly, then settled in for the ride while father and son talked about my hungry rear end.

"You did a great job in here, buddy," Wally complimented his son. They shared a kiss on the lips, then he said, "You all set for now?"

"Yeah but I need to take a piss," the cute 20 year old said, and I moaned again, but this time with desire.

"You gonna give it to Sebastian?" Wally asked with a note of tender concern, and Conner nodded.

Seconds later, Wally nutted inside me, then he pulled out and I knelt in front of him to suck him clean while cold jizz dripped from my ass cheeks. While I was still on my knees, I moaned softly and pressed on his pubic bone to encourage him to pee for me. With a knowing nod, he relaxed his bladder and I was his dedicated urinal.

He let his flow start slowly, then it picked up speed and I couldn't keep up. When piss started pouring from my lips faster than I could swallow it, I felt a powerful shiver grip me because I knew I'd have a pee soaked shirt and pants that I'd have to explain to mom. Still, I didn't fret at all, even when Conner stepped up to me and let his stream go in my hair. When Wally was finished with me, I opened wide and turned my head so Conner could fill my toilet mouth with pee. When it filled up, I sealed my lips and swallowed, then opened up for the rest.

When my decadent mouthful was down, Conner treated me to standing over me and farting in my face and mouth while I grinned from ear to ear. I was loving how rich and dark the aroma of his gas was, and wondered if he had anything else for me.

So when he gripped his tummy and announced, "I need to take a crap" I practically yanked his hips so he was squatting over my opened mouth. Giving in, he bore down and a hot, crackling loaf swiftly exited his rear end and filled my turd repository to the brim. When it pinched off, I slowly smashed it with my tongue, giving off satisfied moans while the flavor and stink poured into my nose and danced on my palate.

With that, the pair buttoned up and beat a hasty retreat while I pulled my pants up and peaked around the fence to make sure the coast was clear. When I didn't see anyone between the dumpster and the room mom and I occupy, I gave an easy push and filled my tighty whities with boy poop. With a contented sigh and a naughty expression, I walked back to our room with a hot load weighing down the back of my pants. 💩🎄

The cold night air was biting my face as I walked to the grass, where mom's favorite tree was about to go on display. It's a tradition at the motel, and it happens without exception. Mom has been lighting the 12 foot fir tree on Christmas Eve longer than I've been alive. She puts out a spread of food and Santa passes out toys for disadvantaged families in the area. It always draws a huge crowd.

This year was no exception -- there was a long buffet table with turkey, ham, tofurkey, mash potatoes, stuffing and all the fixins anyone could want. Mom even sprang for hot apple cider and egg nog at this year's lighting ceremony. For as much food as mom brought in, there were definitely plenty of people.

I'll admit I was a little grumpy at the tree lighting. Mom found my pooped and peed clothes after I stashed them in the back of the closet and I had to tell her I had an accident. She admonished me for hiding my stinky clothes instead of telling her what happened so she could take them to the laundromat we have on site. I soaked in the tub while she washed my pooped underwear out in the toilet, then she bundled everything up and took them to the laundromat to wash them.

When she got back, I was sulking on my bed so she laid down beside me and rubbed my back. That cheered me up a little and I eventually came around, but I was still a little startled that I was caught. I wondered how long I could hide my cravings from her, especially since my rear end is always horny and my scat fetish was getting stronger everyday. I thought about coming out to her, at least about being gay, but I didn't have the courage to go through with it yet. Maybe I'll do it when I turn 14. Or maybe not.

At the lighting, mom wrapped her arms around my torso from behind to keep me warm. When Wally presented the two cords, she kissed me and asked, "Will you light the tree for me, puppy?"

"Okay," I said shyly, then I plugged the lights in and the tree lit up with a beautiful white, green, red and blue cascade of colors.

Everyone gasped excitedly when the lights radiated and Christmas music started playing. Mom rubbed my back and said, "Go get you some food, honey, then I want to get a picture of you with Santa."

I rolled my eyes at that. Every year mom has Santa at the motel, and every year I sit in his lap and tell him what I want while mom snaps pictures. So after I ate, I found my way to the line for Santa and ogled some of the cute boys who were in front of me. A bunch of the kids that were there go to my school, and I could tell they were a little embarrassed because their families were struggling. So when Santa gave them wrapped gifts, I did my best not to stare. Even though it felt good to see them smile.

When it was my turn, I took a seat in the jolly old saint's lap and mom snapped pics while he talked quietly to me.

"I heard you've been a good boy this year," he said, and I grinned at him. Then he leaned in closer and whispered, "If you meet me by the dumpster tonight, I'll make your wish come true."

"Okay!" I said excitedly, then I gave him a big hug while mom gushed. 💩🎄

It wasn't easy getting out the door at midnight, but mom was fast asleep and I was extra quiet. I stayed in my jammies but bundled up with my coat, mittens and slippers. I tip toed out of the motel room, then I hurried to the office to see Wally. He looked a little startled to see me, but when I lowered my powder blue jammie bottoms and presented my rear end for his pleasure, he happily took me up on the offer.

Less than two minutes later, he unloaded in my pooper and I was grinning from ear to ear. I knelt in front of him and sucked him clean, then the sound of sleigh bells ringing carried into my ears. I pulled off of Wally's dick with a slurp and put it away for him, then I kissed him goodnight and hurried to the dumpster to see Santa.

When I made my approach, he was holding a red velvet sack and had steam pouring from his nostrils and mouth from the ice cold air.

"Little Sebastian Stevenson," Santa greeted me, and I felt a magical warmth wash over me.

I immediately ran up to him and gave him a hug around his waist, then I declared, "I love you, Santa!"

"I love you too, sweet boy," he assured me, then he released our hug and used one hand to adjust his spectacles while he held a list in the other hand. "According to my list, you've been a good boy all year, and a very busy toilet. Is that true?"

I nodded up at him, then I cast my eyes down and said, "Yeah, but I'm not as busy as I want to be."

"I know that, Sebastian, but Santa's going to make it all better," he assured me, rolling his list up and tucking it into his red coat. Giving me a pat on the rump, he said, "How about if we start here?"

"Okay," I sang, then I hastily yanked my pajama bottoms down. I was expecting a blast of cold air, but my bare legs and little boy bits were encased with a cozy, almost sensual warmth that seemed to radiate all around them. I gazed up at the jolly old fat man with a look of wonder and asked, "Is it okay if I bend over, Santa?"

Instead of answering, the Christmas saint took me by the shoulders and gently guided me to the dumpster, then he bent me over and slid his magical candy cane up my butt. I moaned softly as it filled me to the brim, then he started to thrust and I found myself in a haze.

"You've been thinking about coming out of the closet," he said knowingly, and I nodded in agreement. "And you've been dreaming about being a full service toilet for all the boys at your school."

"How did you know, Santa?" I asked with a dreamy inflection, and he laughed heartily.

"Ho ho ho!" he bellowed out. "It's written all over your face, Sebastian. Everyone knows."

"Even my mom?" I asked worriedly, and he rubbed my back with his gloved, soothing hand.

"There's no hiding it, sweet boy," he told me. "You're a toilet, Sebastian. Everyone knows, and it's okay. Everyone loves you and wants you to be what you are."

"Will I get grounded if my mom catches me?" I panicked, but once again, his comforting hand put me at ease while his cock strokes filled me with joy.

"Did you get grounded this afternoon?" he asked, and I shook my head no through a moan.

"She didn't know I was a toilet this afternoon," I reasoned, and once again, he erupted with jolly laughter.

"Ho ho ho!" he laughed. "You're not as careful as you think you are, son. Trust me, she knows more than you think she knows."

"Then why doesn't she bust me?" I asked in a bewildered voice, then I moaned as another powerful pleasure signal gripped my 4'9" frame.

"Merry Christmas, Sebastian" he said gently, then he tightened his hold on my shoulders and began thrusting deeply and with more fluid strokes.

And just like that, my worries washed away and I gave in to a frantic, delicious eruption that carried me into orbit. And just when I thought I couldn't feel any more sinful, Santa planted his magical load up my butt and a searing hot sensation raced through my 13 year old body.

When he pulled out, I instinctively knelt in front of him to suck him clean. But before I could get a glimpse of his rod, he turned and put his pale, plump butt up to my grinning face. I opened wide and moaned, then a hiss of gas filled my ears. Seconds later, a hot, generous loaf slid from between his cheeks, filling my turd repository to the brim and leaving me with a generous tip that protruded between my lips. I gazed up at the Jolly Old Saint through a glazed over smile and used my fingertips to push the remainder of the hot Christmas Candy Bar into my mouth, then I sealed my lips and used my tongue to enjoy its festive texture, flavor and aroma.

"Mmm!" I moaned, then my little boner erupted with a fountain of pee that arched up and splashed the concrete below me.

When it was down, Santa helped me to my feet and lovingly pulled my jammie bottoms up for me. Then he walked me to my motel room and came inside with me. Mom was still fast asleep, so he tucked me into bed and kissed me on the forehead. He went into his sack and pulled out six wrapped presents, then put them under our tree. With a wave of his hand, he was gone and all I heard were sleigh bells as I lay in the dark.

I rolled onto my side and prepared to drift into a deep slumber when mom called out, "Merry Christmas, puppy."

"Merry Christmas, mama," I sighed. "Mom?"

"Yeah puppy?"

"Sorry about earlier," I said.

"Don't be sorry, hun," she said quietly. "I'm not upset with you."

"Thanks," I said quietly. "I saw Santa tonight."

"Oh yeah?" she said with a warm inflection, and I wondered if she believed me or not.

"Yeah, we had a nice visit," I said.

"Did he tell you what you got for Christmas?" she asked.

"Not really," I said. "We mainly talked about the way I am."

"You mean when it comes to boys?" she said, and I knew Santa was right.

"Yeah, and about the thing I did earlier with my pants," I said shyly. "You know..."