A Yule Log for David, 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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From chapter six:

As a final offering to me on Christmas morning, Santa let me lick smeared poop out of his crack while I moaned. I heard his tummy rumble, then he treated me to a yummy fart that added to my bliss. Finally, I pulled my face out of his crack and was about to say goodbye when I spotted my brother David watching from the staircase, chewing on his pinky as he watched me licking smeared poop from around my mouth.

“Back to bed with you, Bobby,” Santa told me, then he gave David a smile. “It's time for Santa to spend some special time with your brother.”

I knew I could end up on Santa's naughty list for not listening when he told me to go to bed, but I couldn't resist the urge to spy. Just a little bit, at least. So I hurried up the stairs, then I quietly tip toed back down to the corner where I could stand and watch undetected by David and Santa.

“Little David Stevenson,” Santa said, and I watched my bubba nod. “Come give Santa a hug.”

I watched my brother blush and smile shyly, then he hurried over to Santa and threw his arms around the big man's waist.

“I love you, Santa,” my brother declared as the jolly old saint knelt down and gathered him in his arms. “Have I been good?”

“According to my list, you've been a very good gay boy,” Santa praised him. “And you've been a good big brother, too.”

“I love my little bubba,” David professed, and I felt my heart melt.

“And he loves you too, David,” Santa assured him while he adjusted his spectacles and examined his list closer. “It also says here that you've been a busy little toilet, just like Bobby.”

“I have been, Santa,” David admitted. “I had some poop and pee before daddy tucked me in tonight.”

“I see that,” Santa told him. “I also see that your wish is for you and your little brother to be full time toilets.”

David nodded with a sleepy yawn, so Santa cupped his head and pulled it down onto his beefy shoulder. Placing a tender kiss on my bubba's cheek, Santa told him, “You're a very sweet boy, David. Santa's going to grant your wish.”

“Thank you, Santa,” David cooed. Then, with a seductive tone, he added, “I like it up the butt.”

“I know that, precious,” Santa told him, then his large hand moved down to David's bare bubble butt and gave it a squeeze. “Let Santa take care of this for you, okay?”

“Okay,” my brother sighed, then he dropped to his hands and knees in the middle of the living room floor and put his ass in the air. I watched as Santa unbuckled his black belt and unleashed his Christmas cock, then he slipped it up David's butt. My big brother moaned with delight as Santa treated him to the same intense butt fucking that he treated me to earlier, causing his 14 year old boy cock to shoot cum all over the floor beneath him. Santa's thrusting didn't stop there, though, and soon my brother was gripped with another hot orgasm that made him shoot the last of his boy sperm. David was buttfucked for 5 more minutes, then Santa pulled out and let my bubba take his massive load all over his smiling face.

While David was slobbering around Santa's prick, he smiled up at him and asked, “How did you know, Santa?”

“That you wanted a facial?” the jolly man asked. David wrapped his lips around the end of Santa's prick and nodded, prompting the saint to tell him, “Santa knows everything, precious.”

With that, Santa waved his hand in the air and more presents appeared under the tree while a gas pain gripped me. At the same time, Santa rubbed his rotund belly and said, “Let's get you all fixed up, okay? Santa has to get moving.”

With a lick of his lips, David spit Santa's pleasure stick out and opened wide, tilting his head back with a soft moan. David was watching with a glazed over smile as jolly old Saint Nick squatted over him and started to bear down. I listened to the magical crackle of Santa's brown load as it exited his anus, secretly wishing I was the one receiving it.

My brother had an orgasmic expression on his cute face as Santa pinched a pair of hot, stinking poop logs off. He was in toilet heaven as his mouth filled up with the first loaf. I watched the tip catch David's top lip, making it fold in half as it grew in length. He let loose with a soft moan as his mouth filled up, his eyes sparkling as he received it. When it pinched off from Santa's poop chute, David smashed it with his tongue and moaned as he swallowed it.

He opened back up and Santa treated him to the second long, thick loaf. It smelled so good from where I was hiding, dark and stinky, just like the load he'd treated me to moments earlier. David sighed contentedly as the brown candy bar pushed into his mouth, and I could see his lips pooch from the sheer volume of Santa's turd. He took his time, chewing the tasty treat up and savoring its flavor before he swallowed it, then watched with a grateful smile as Santa pulled his red pants up and buckled his black belt.

“Thank you, Santa,” my bubba sighed, still tasting Santa's Christmas fudge in his mouth.

“You're very welcome, David,” Santa said, then he glanced my way. “Bobby, you can stop hiding now. I've been watching this whole time.”

“I wasn't hiding,” I fibbed weakly as I cautiously peered around the corner. Santa threw his head back and laughed uproariously.

“Ho ho ho!” he bellowed, then he knelt down and motioned David and me to come to him. Wrapping his arms around our nude frames, he ran his gloved hands over our bubble butts and said, “You two are going to be very busy back here.” Then he turned look at the tree. We followed his gaze to a pair of rim chairs that were fixed with a red bow. I felt him pinch my butt while another gas pain washed over me. Giving me a wink, he told us, “You're also going to be very busy under there. Merry Christmas, boys.”

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