Wyatt's Secret Christmas Wish

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Nifty Silver Bear

I was putting up Christmas decorations in my yard when I heard someone shout my name. I turned around to see my neighbor's kid, Wyatt, running toward me. At first I thought something was wrong, but when I asked him he told me his dad wanted to know if I could come over for a bit. I was still worried something was wrong, so I got off the ladder and went to his house to see his dad. When I got there, Gage was putting his decorations up as well.

"Wyatt, I didn't mean now. Didn't you tell Daniel when he had a moment?"

"No," answered Wyatt. "I just told him you wanted to see him."

Shaking his head and laughing, Gage said, "Daniel, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to drop everything. I was just wonder if you were free on the 19^th for our Christmas party. I'd like you to be Santa this year."

I told him, "I'm sure I can make it. And I surely don't need the padding."

Let me explain. My name is Daniel Young. I'm not young, though by any means. I'm 50 years old, 6' tall and weight 250lbs. I have mid back length grey hair and a beard that reaches halfway to my waist. I'm also openly gay and a closet lover and watcher of boys.

I'm the PERFECT Santa. Gage told me he already had the suit from last year when he wore it, but most of the kids who came to the party recognized him. I sat on the bench in the yard and pulled 9 yo Wyatt on my lap. I got in my "HO HO HO" practice and asked him what he wanted for Christmas.

He whispered in my ear, "It's a secret."

Gage looked pale. I told Wyatt, "If you don't tell Santa, he can't bring you anything."

"I guess...I really want...a new RC car like Daddy's"

Gage exhaled and grinned. I laughed because his RC cars are custom built and worth in excess of $500 each. Gage winked at me and nodded his head. I took his hint and told Wyatt that I'd see what Santa can do. We talked for a few more moments then I headed home to finish decorating.

After decorating, I got a shower and hopped on the computer to read some stories from the adult/youth section of nifty. I stroked one off thinking of the beautiful boy just 2 houses down. Yes, I did say beautiful. Wyatt is, like I said, 9 years old. He has a mop of honey colored hair and his eyes are black as coal. His nose is upturned just a bit and he has a dimple on his left cheek. His height puts the top of his head just at my navel. I've seen him in just his undies during the summer and he has a butt that makes you want to weep with joy. Plump as a pillow and round as a perfect navel orange. I don't know if I want to sleep on it or eat it more. I came twice that night thinking about my perfect boy.

The evening of the 19^th arrived and I showed up at 6. The party started at 7 and Gage his wife, Lexi, and of course, Santa greeted the guests at the door. Being a watcher of boys, I kept my eye on several boys that came in. In my mind, I've already had sex with several of them and some 3somes with them and Wyatt. My mind ALWAYS goes back to Wyatt. The house and the back yard were filled with children laughing and screaming while running around. Santa had a large chair where the kids could come sit on his lap at any time and change or add to their "order."

Around 10:30, some of the kids were getting sleepy and wanting to leave. Santa bid each family good bye and gave each child a present to take home. I sat on the couch, tired, but very happy and glad to be help to Gage and his family. Wyatt came and sat on my lap and said, "I want to tell you what I really want for Christmas."

His eyes were drooping and he was falling asleep as he said, "What I want for Christmas is...." And then the light breathing of a sleeping boy. I held him on my lap for about 10 minutes before Lexie saw it and snapped a pic. She asked if I could put Wyatt in bed. I took him to his room and laid him on his bed. I removed his shoes and socks and his jacket. Lexie popped her head in and asked if I'd remove his pants and shirt as well. They were dirty and she didn't want to have to clean his sheets. I took off his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans. I pulled them down and saw his undies come into view. They had Rudolph on the front and his red nose was just where his little penis bump was, causing old Rudy to look 3D. I covered him up and stood up to leave and he reached out to me. He said in a very tired, slurred speech, "Thank you, Santa. I love you!"

"I love you too, Wyatt." And I did.

The next day, Gage knocked on my door. I invited him in for a drink. He asked if Wyatt ever told me his secret about what he wanted for Christmas. I chuckled and told Gage he was about to when he fell asleep in my lap. He looked at me like he was staring into my soul and said, "If you tell you his secret, do you promise not to get mad?"

"Why would I get mad?"

Gage paused a moment and took a big swig of his rum eggnog. He looked me in the eye and said, "Wyatt want's YOU for Christmas."

"What do you mean he want's ME?"

"Wyatt told me about 5 months ago that he's gay. He told me first of December he likes older men. I thought, of course that he meant older like 14 or 15, but he told me he likes men "Daniel's age." The day I sent him to get you, he told me as he walked away that he wants you to date him. I know you're gay and I don't care if my son is gay, straight, bi, pan or whatever else people can label him as. I just want him to be happy. So...would you?"

"GAGE!! Are you really asking me to DATE your son? Maybe even engage in sexual activity with him?"

"God, I knew you'd get mad at me. I don't know what the fuck I'm asking. I just want my son happy and healthy. I know, eventually he'll go out and find someone who could end up hurting, raping or even killing him. I know you won't. I've known you for 20 years. Never mind, I'm sorry I came over."

He stood up and started toward the door. I stood in front of him and held him at arm's length. "Gage, I'm not mad. I'm confused, flattered, and quite frankly aroused, but not mad. Truth is, recently (I lied about the recently part) I've found myself looking at Wyatt differently. I don't know what it is, but he's a beautiful boy. I'd be honored to take you son on a date. We can see how things go from there."

Gage started crying and hugged me. "Thank you, Daniel. I know it's strange, but like I said, my son's happiness comes before anything else. If this makes him happy, I'm happy."

We discussed the particulars and set up a surprise for Wyatt. Using Gage's suggestions, I dressed as Santa again Christmas Eve night. He left the door unlocked so I can let myself in. I went to Wyatt's room and found him sleeping. I sat on his bed and brushed his hair from his eyes. I leaned down and kissed him gently on his nose. I shook him a bit and whispered, "Wyatt, wake up my beautiful boy." He opened his eyes and saw Santa sitting there.

"S--Santa? What are you doing in my room?"

Gruffing up my voice a bit, I said, "I know your secret wish and I'm here to grant it. Tomorrow morning, you'll receive a visitor. Daniel is going to come over to eat Christmas dinner with your family. He's also going to ask you to go on a date with him. Tell me what movie you want to see and I'll be sure he gets the message."

Wyatt's eyes were as wide as I'd ever seen them. They were also filling with tears. He threw his arms around me and said, "Oh, thank you, Santa. I want to go see Aquaman. Are you sure Daniel will get the message?"

"I'm sure, Wyatt. Remember, this is YOUR secret wish, so don't say anything until Daniel asks you on a date. What happens after the movie is up to you, Daniel and your parents. Promise?"

"I promise, Santa, THANK YOU!" Another big hug. I patted his cute little butt and put Wyatt back into bed, covered him up and kissed him on the nose. He stared to get out of bed, but I told him no peeking or his wish wouldn't come true. He was back in bed in a flash. To add to the authenticity, I rang jingle bells as I left his house.

Next day, I knocked on their door at exactly noon. Wyatt opened the door and grinned at me like the Cheshire Cat. He didn't let on about his secret, but I could tell he was about to pop. After dinner, I picked up my wine glass and spooned it. "I'd like to propose a toast. To good neighbors, good friends and good food. Merry Christmas!"

Everyone responded, "Merry Christmas!"

I turned to Wyatt and said, "And now, little man. I have a question for you. I found a present in my stocking this morning and I don't know what to do with it. I have two tickets to see a movie called, Aquaman. I don't want to go alone, so I was wondering, if it's alright with your `rents, would you go on a date to the movies with me tonight?"

A ball of cute boy hurled itself at me while screaming, "YES YES YES!"

I told Wyatt that I'd pick him up at 6:00. "Make sure you shower and dress nicely, okay?" He nodded yes. "I'd also like you to do me a favor. If they're clean, can you wear your Rudolph underwear?" Another nod yes. I hugged him and went home to shower and get ready for my date.

At 6:00 sharp, I knocked on the door again. Gage answered the door and Wyatt was behind him. I decided to put on my best chivalry. "Excuse me sir, but I'm here to escort your son to the movies, if that's alright with you."

Stifling a chuckle, Gage answered, "By all means. My son would be glad to escort you to the movies. Nothing violent, mind you."

"Yes, sir. We're going to see Aquaman." We both busted out laughing. I gave Wyatt a hug and we started to leave.

Gage called out to me, "And remember, there's no curfew tonight. Keep him as long as you want."

I looked at Wyatt and raised my eyebrows and he smiled so big. He knew he was in for a treat tonight.

We got to the movies, got our popcorn and drinks and found our seats. Wyatt started shivering. I took off my jacked and put it over his body. There was not one seat empty in the theater and when the movie started, I saw a young man looking around for a seat. When he reached the row where we were sitting, Wyatt said, loudly enough for the man to hear, "Grandpa, if I sit on your lap, he can have my seat."

Grandpa, smart thinking, that boy. We agreed and Wyatt sat on my lap and the young man took his seat. I covered us both with my jacked and we started watching the movie. About 15 minutes into the movie, Wyatt moved a bit. Then he leaned back and whispered in my ear, "Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer is lonely."

I looked at him, confused until he grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch. He'd unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and my hand was resting on his Rudolph covered dicklett. He'd put the popcorn bucket where the man sitting next to us couldn't see and I started to rub him. A few moments went by and I got a bit braver and put my hand inside is undies and started really feeling him up. I could feel he was about 2" hard and circumcised. His tiny balls were tight against his body. I felt his breathing get more ragged, so I stopped. He looked like he could kill me, but I shook my head and mouthed, "Later."

As the movie ended, he zipped and buttoned up his jeans. When we got to my car, he asked why I had stopped. I replied, "I didn't want to risk anyone finding out what we were doing. Have you ever felt anything like that before?" Head shake. "Some people are quite when it happens and some people scream with pleasure. I didn't want you to scream and make people look our way."

He seemed to understand. I asked what he wanted to do now. "Can we go to your place?"

"Sure, Babyboy."

There was a stretch of road where I had to keep my attention focused, so I didn't see him unzip his jeans again until he said, "Rudolph is watching you." Sure enough, Rudy's eyes seemed to watch me drive. It was dark out and my car had tinted windows, so I wasn't worried about someone seeing him. When I could, I petted Rudy's nose and stroked it till it was sticking out. I put my hand on Wyatt's tummy and he was shivering. I asked if he was cold and he said that he was excited. By the time we arrived at my house, Rudy was in my lap and Wyatt was naked from the waist down. Lucky I have a garage.

I parked the car, got out, walked around and opened Wyatt's door. I scooped him up and we walked into the house.

I placed Wyatt on the couch and asked him if he wanted anything to drink. "I'm full, but I think I need to pee really badly. That was a very large soda at the movie." I showed him where the bathroom is. I heard the seat bump against the tank, then the splash of pee hitting the water in the bowl. He put the seat down and flushed then washed his hands. I thought, "What a perfect gentleman."

I asked, "What would you like to do now?"

"Can we do what you were doing at the movie?"

"Of course we can. Hop up on my lap." I started rubbing his crotch through his jeans. Slowly, I unsnapped his jeans and lowered the zip. Before long, I met Rudy again. I rubbed Rudolph's nose and it grew, just like Pinocchio's. I moved my hand and lowered it under the elastic band of his undies and played with his cocklett between my finger and thumb. Just like in the theater, his breathing became ragged and he started to moan. He turned to say something to me and I kissed him. Not make out, just kissed, lips to lips. I kept up for a bit longer then his world turned upside down. His little member started vibrating like crazy in my hand, his moaning escalated to a high pitched squeal and his body started shaking like he was possessed. It lasted 15 seconds, then he went limp. He hadn't passed out, but he was close. His dark eyes opened and he looked at me and said, "WOW!"

"You think that's something, wait till later. I'm really gonna rock your world."

"What are we going to do?"

"First, my little fireball, I'm going to undress you properly." And I proceeded to remove his shoes and socks, then pulled his jeans off, leaving his undies in place. As I removed his shirt, I took a moment to tweak one is his nipples. He gasped at the feeling. I finally removed his Rudolph underwear and tossed them aside. His 2" pecker was still rock hard and standing straight up against his belly. "Utterly fucking magnificent! Such beauty. You are truly a beautiful boy. I can't wait to show you things you've never even thought of before."

"I'm not beautiful." I started to correct him when he said, imitating some fat guy in a movie from somewhere, "I'm dead sexy!" Then, he proceeds to give me a sexy dance. He tells me to sit on the couch and struts over to me. He climbs on the couch and straddles my legs with his. He starts to unbutton my shirt from the top. All the while, he's humming what could be considered a stripper's dance tune. I help him remove my shirt and he starts with my belt, button and zipper. Then, he gets off and kneels before me to remove my shoes and socks. He actually surprised the crap out of me when he sniffed each shoe before tossing them aside. He reached for my pants to pull them off and I stopped him. "Wyatt, I just want to know that what you're doing is REALLY what you want to do. Once we do this, there's no going back."

"I'm abso-fuckin-lutely sure, Daniel. I want to see you, feel you and make you feel good all over."

I lifted my hips and he pulled my pants and underwear off at the same time. When he looked back, he just stood there with his mouth open. He stared at my cock for at least 10 seconds before I asked if he's okay. A tear welled up in his eye and told me it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. I had to bite my lower lip to keep from laughing. My cock is 6.5" and about 7" around. I shave my shaft and balls and trim my pubes. Like Wyatt, I got the chop when I was born. He reached up and started tracing my cock outline with his finger. He used his other hand to cup my balls.

I asked, "Wyatt, have you ever played with another man's dick?"

"No."

"Have you ever even seen another man's dick?"

"Only my dad's, but it's never hard."

"Well, since it's your first time, I'm going to let you take the lead. You can touch or do anything you want and you can ask anything you want."

"Can I suck it?"

"If you like, I can teach you....OH BLOODY HELL!!!"

Right at the moment, he'd swallowed my dick to the root and was bobbing like a buoy on the sea. I'd never have thought that he would be able to swallow my entire dick at once. Once I recovered, I pull him off to ask, "Are you SURE you've never played with another man's dick before?"

"No, never."

"How do you know how to suck like that?"

"Practice. I used to use zucchini or carrots to practice with. When mom found me with a 7" cuke down my throat, she got me a dildo to suck."

Mind....blown!

"Have you ever used the dildo in any other way?"

"You mean, have I fucked myself with it? No, I was waiting for you to do that."

"When do you want that?"

"Tonight. Now. As soon as possible."

"Well, kiddo. We have to get you prepared before I can fuck you."

"How?"

"First, we have to make sure you're clean inside and out back there."

"Oh, I know that. I had an en...ene...enema before our date."

"Okay, then. Second, I have to make sure you're stretched and dilated before I can put someone as big is my dick in your hiney hole." He laughed at "hiney hole."

"How do you do that?"

"Well, my finger is a good place to start, or some other small item. But, may I show you my favorite way to do it?" He nodded, yes. "Okay, let's to the bedroom."

We got to my bedroom and I lifted him onto my queen size bed. I told him to roll over onto his tummy. He looked at me with question in his eyes. I said, "Don't be scared, baby. I'll never do anything to hurt you. If you trust me, I'll make sure your first time is very pleasurable. If I ever do anything you don't like, all you have to do is tell me to stop and I will."

He nodded his head again and turned onto his belly. I started at his feet, tracing his arches and toes with my finger. He giggled a bit, but stayed put. I then started tracing his legs up to his knees and back. More giggles. I finally made the trip up to where his butt cheeks met his legs. I traced around his ass for a few moments, moving slowly toward his cleavage. I grabbed a cheek in each hand and pulled his cheeks apart, showing me the first glimpse of his puckered hole. I wet a finger and ran it around his hole. He let out a moan, telling me I was doing something right. I moved closer and closer until I could breathe the scent of boy and soap. I pulled my finger away and he was about to protest when I dove in with my tongue.

"HOLY HELL, JESUS H. CHRIST AND DAMN THE WORLD TO HELL!!!!!"

I was surprised to hear those words, but knowing his family, the surprise passed quickly. He rose his body off the bed and pushed his ass into my face. He was moaning like crazy as I tunneled into his pucker. I felt his hole loosen with each swipe, lick and push I made. When I felt he was ready, I pushed my middle finger into his hole, bringing more colorful language from my baby's mouth. He pushed back even harder, impaling himself with my finger. I finally found his trigger inside his hole and he started shaking. If I didn't know better, I would have thought he was having a seizure. I kept rubbing his trigger and he bounced and shook, moaned and groaned through his first anal boygazm. When he was done, he was covered in sweat and was gasping for breath. Through each inhale, he asked, "What...the...fuck...was...that?"

"That, my boy, was your very first orgasm."

"Nu uh. I've had an orgasm before and that was no orgasm."

"Well, that was your first anal orgasm."

I explained to him about his prostate and how stimulating it caused him to orgasm without touching his dicklett. He told me, "If I felt that good with just your finger, I can't wait to feel your cock in me."

"In good time. You're not quite stretched enough yet. I have to make sure I don't hurt you when I fuck you. It may take a good 30 minutes or so of you riding my fingers to make sure you're ready."

He turned on his back and raised his feet to his ears. "Well, then. Let's get started."

For 30 minutes I ate his ass, finger fucked him, ate more, added a finger, ate more, etc. He shook through three more orgasms before he screamed, "I'm ready. Fuck me. Fuck me hard, I'm READY!!!"

I reached into the bedside drawer and got a tube of lube. I lathered it on my cock and on his hole. I put my back against the headboard and pulled him to me. "I want you to control everything to start off with. Straddle me and sit on my cock. You control how fast and how deep it goes. At least until you're able to take it all."

He straddled me and his balls rested on my cock. He leaned in and kissed me passionately as he rose up, grabbed my cock and pointed it to his pucker. I felt my head touch his skin and it sent shivers through me. His face scrunched up some as the pressure against his hole increased. When the head popped in, he gasped and his eyes opened wide. He held it there for a moment or so then started the decent onto my cock. It took a good 60 seconds or so before he was nearing the base. I watched him gulp, take a deep breath and then let his legs collapse, causing him to slam down on my cock. His breathing was shaky and his eyes were closed tight. I asked if he was okay and he nodded. When his eyes opened, he smiled at me. "This is the best feeling I could ever have. Thank you!" He leaned in and kissed me again.

He started to rise up and let gravity pull him down again. Apparently, the shape and size of my cock was perfect to hit his trigger each time. He shook though, yet, another orgasm and looked like he was about to collapse. I pulled him to me and lifted him and me off the bed until he was under me, his knees to his chest. I started fucking...no, not fucking. I started making love to the most beautiful boy in the world and he met each thrust with a moan. He demanded, "Harder, faster." I obeyed, keeping my boy happy. His total orgasms that night was 12 before I had my first one. After I flooded his hole with cum, I rolled us both onto our sides and we both fell asleep with my cock still in him.

The first thing I noticed when morning came, was the sound of breathing near my face. I opened my eyes to see two dark pools looking back at me. Wyatt leaned in and kissed me. It was the most loving kiss I'd ever had in my life. Nothing sexual about it, just love. He sat back up on my belly, his legs on each side and told me he needed to go home. I asked if everything was okay.

"Everything is wonderful. I feel so happy. I promised my mom and dad I'd come home as soon as I woke up. I'll be back later, if that's okay with you."

"If you didn't, I'd be broken hearted. You made me feel alive again and I love you so much, Wyatt. Go home, do what you need to do. I'll be here waiting for you when you come back again."

Wyatt when to the bathroom, then he got dressed and left after a kiss. It was after noon when my bell rang. I opened the door to see Gage standing there. He hugged me like I was long lost brother and cried like a baby. When he settled down, he told me that Wyatt was happier than he had ever seen him. Wyatt started packing his clothes because he was planning on moving in with me. Gage told him he couldn't move in, but could come see me every day if he wanted. That was nine years ago. Wyatt has been by my side ever second he could in those 9 years. Three years ago, I suffered a massive heart attack. Everyone thought I would die from it, but Wyatt's presence prevented my death. I had to live for my boy. Eventually, Wyatt DID move in with me under the guise that he was taking care of me. Because of my condition, sex was forbidden. I thought Wyatt wouldn't want me any longer since I couldn't keep up with his sexual appetite, but he told me he loved me and didn't care (too much) about the sex, he just wanted to be with me. I'm healthy now and sometimes, we engage in sex. I keep my nitro pills handy, just in case. Since I don't have any family, at least none that will acknowledge me, I had a will drawn up naming Wyatt as my successor.

My life is fantastic. I have everything I've ever needed or wanted. I have a partner who loves me, not for the sex, but because of me. His parents love me as if I was a blood member of the family. Looking back on the past 9 years of my life, I consider myself the luckiest man in the world. I'm just glad that Wyatt's secret Christmas wish turned into reality.

The end.

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it. I've written some other stories for Nifty and will leave the links to some of my favorites below. If you wish, you may contact me at niftysilverbear@gmail.com.

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/his-deepest-secret.html

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/my-little-alien-encounter.html

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/the-boy-in-room-102/

My absolute favorite is https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/halloween-boy.html