Date: Mon, 25 Dec 2006 12:00:28 -0800 (PST)
From: Mark Wolf <pdxwolf@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Christmas Shack

I hope you enjoy this quick holiday story.  Merry
Christmas everyone.  Please send your comments to:
pdxwolf@yahoo.com.

Disclaimer: The following story contains graphic
sexual language and actions between adult and minor
gay males. If material of this nature offends you,
PLEASE do not read any further. 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.

The Christmas Shack

For as long as I can remember, my father would take a
walk every Christmas morning.  I watched him sit
anxiously as my brother and I would rip through the
abundance of Christmas gifts showered upon us.  As the
wrapping paper still floated down like confetti, my
dad would rise from his fatherly recliner announcing
his need for some air.  For years, my attention
centered around the numerous toys games I received
until my father returned from his holiday jaunt.  He
always seemed much happier upon his return.  His new
found jolly attitude seemed to carry him through our
annual day of mass confusion and family squabbles.

This year was my twelfth Christmas morning.  As I
opened my presents, for the first time I thought more
of my father's annual walk then the mountain of
packages.  It had become aware that my dad never
seemed to take a walk at any other time of the year.
While opening my last gift, my growing curiosity of
dad's `need for air' had become almost overwhelming.
I set my final present on a overflowing pile as dad
got out of his chair.  "I'm stepping out to get some
air" he said in usual fashion.  This time however, I
rose to my feet saying "Can I come too?"  My dad's
face seemed to show concern.  He was about to say
something when my Mom said "Why don't you take Mike
with you.  It will give you boys some time together
while I clean this mess up."  My dad looked over at my
younger brother, who was busily playing with his
newest action figure.

My father looked down at me saying "Sure, I think some
quality time with Mikey is long over due."  I grabbed
my coat and gloves thrilled at the prospect of being
included in dad's Christmas ritual.  The weather was
typical for Minnesota.  Eight to ten inches of powdery
white fluff blanketed the streets and hillsides.  The
temperature was just below thirty making it cold but
comfortable to a hot blooded young boy like myself.
Our neighborhood backed up to a wooded area which had
long been a hunting ground.  Now with houses all
around the area, it was simply a buffer between
suburban neighborhoods.

"Come on, Mikey, this way" my dad said heading down
the street.  We walked to the edge of the tree lined
wilderness stepping on to a nature trail.  I had been
on this path many times knowing it wasn't a very long
trek.  As we started to climb the hill, I saw Mr.
Saunders coming down the path.  "Morning John" he said
to my father.  He looked over at me continuing "Going
to show young Mike the Christmas shack, eh?"  My
father replied "Yes, I think the boy is old enough to
appreciate some holiday cheer."  Mr. Saunders laughed.
 "I'm sure.  I'll probably be bringing Jimmy out here
next Christmas."  The two continued to chuckle as they
passed.  I was pondered their words but didn't
understand what was so special about a walk in the
woods.

Dad and I had walked for maybe ten minutes reaching a
sharp turn in the path.  I was ahead blazing our trail
when dad whistled, "Mikey.  This way son."  I ran up
behind him as he walked on to a narrow barely visible
dirt path.  It winded down a gully that eventually led
to a clearing.  In the distance, I could see a small
building.  It sat just on the edge of some trees.  As
we drew nearer, I could tell it was an old outhouse
from when all this was rural countryside.  We were
about fifty feet away when my Dad put his hand on my
shoulder stopping me.  "We need to wait here for a few
minutes" my dad said pointing over to the building.

I could see a man standing by the shed.  His hands
were on his hips as he faced the side of the shack.  I
could hear him moaning but not as though he was in
pain.  His moans were of joy like the first bit of a
hot fudge sundae.  I looked over at my father with
questioning eyes.  He patted my head saying "Mikey.
This is the Christmas shack.  Men have been coming
here on Christmas Day for years to get one of the best
gifts a guy could ask for.  It's a special place but
only for men."  I beamed up at him saying "Am I a man
now?"  My father laughed.  "This is your first day on
that road, son.  But the Christmas shack is a secret
and can not be talked about with anyone including your
Mom and little brother.  Can you keep this secret like
a man?"  I was honored that my twelve year old status
earned me the right to be part a this male club.  I
stuck out my chest like a little soldier saying simply
"Yes."

The man near the shack was bouncing his hips against
the boards of the old building yelling out "I'm
fucking cumming!"  After a few minutes, he stepped
away from the wood pulling up his zipper before
walking towards us.  As he came nearer, I could see it
was sixteen year old Tom Lanten from down the street.
I always liked him.  He was a high school jock but was
still nice to us smaller boys, unlike some of the
other high school jerks.  As he reached us, Tom said
"Hey, Mr. Stiller.  Hey, Mikey."  "Merry Christmas
Tom.  Enjoy yourself?" my father asked.  "This place
just gets better every year" Tom answered.  He
playfully messed up my hair saying "Merry Christmas
Mike.  Have fun!"

Tom walked away as my dad and I trekked across a
trampled trail of foot prints in the snow.  They all
led up to one side of this out grey outhouse.  Now
close enough to see the building in detail, the old
dilapidated boards covered all sides of the building.
Yet on one side, there was a painted giant Christmas
stocking in cheery red, green and yellow.  At the top
of the sock was a wreath painted in green and red to
look like holly.  A large hole had been cut into the
wooden boards at the center of the wreath.  On the
side of the shack were two narrow steps painted to
look like presents.  I looked over at my father
completely dumbfounded.  He looked down at me saying
"This is a Christmas present that you won't ever find
under our tree back home."

With that, my dad stepped up to the shack.  He
unbuckled and unzipped his pants allowing his hands to
pull privates from his boxer briefs.  I had see my dad
naked lots of times in the bathroom, at the gym, and
at the YMCA swimming pool.  But all of a sudden, I
looked at his cock differently.  For the first time, I
understood that it was his cock, his manhood, that him
a man.  His dick was growing fast becoming hard and
erect.  It excited me for some reason seeing my dad's
cock reach a whopping nine inches in length.  "Jesus,
dad.  I didn't know your cock could get so big."  He
proudly cupped his big hairy balls bouncing them in
his hand causing his staff to sway before my face.
Then he smiled as he stepped up to the shack sticking
his impressive manhood into the Christmas wreath
opening.

I watched intently as my dad moaned with erotic
desire.  His hands rest upon his hips as he thrust his
cock in and out of the dark hole.  As his cock slid
out from the darkness, I could see a pink tongue
protruding from the hole licking the end of my dad's
dick before he shoved it back inside.  I knew now that
someone was inside the shack and that my dad had
placed his big hard cock into someone's mouth.  I
looked up at my father.  He had a lustful smile across
his lips as he grunted between forceful thrusts.  He
started speaking between panting breaths.  "Oh yeah,
fucking suck my hot meat.  I look forward to this suck
job all year.  Oh, fuck yeah that's good!"

His hips were pounding into the wooden boards so hard
I thought the building would collapse.  A hand was
hanging onto my father's huge nuts, pulling them with
each hard stroke of his cock.  After several minutes,
my dad yelled out "Fucking drink my Christmas cum you
holiday faggot!"  His hips thrust his massive meat
into the hole one last time, holding it there as he
groaned in pure delight.  The hand around my father's
balls seemed to squeeze in time with his thankful
moans.  Soon, my dad's breathing returned to normal.
His hands came off his hips and the hand around his
balls left.  My father slowly withdrew his cock from
the dark hole.  The pink tongue following along the
underside of his huge shaft.  A small drop of white,
hung at the end of my dad's cock before the tongue
licked it away.

My dad stepped back showing me his glistening wet
manhood.  The huge member deflating to finally lay
heavily across those magnificent balls of his.  He
smiled at me stuffing his maleness back into his
pants.  "OK, Mikey.  Now its your turn."  I looked up
at my father apprehensively.  "Its alright son.
You'll like it.  I guarantee it."  He smiled at me
reassuringly before pushing me towards the shack.  The
hole was much to high for me, and I now knew what the
painted steps were for.  I climbed up unbuttoning my
pants.  The coldness hit my groin as I pulled my
underwear from my cock.  My tight briefs would not
allow me much freedom and I turned to my dad
indicating the problem.  He smiled saying "Next year,
we'll need to make sure you were boxers.  But for now,
you'll just have to endure a cold butt."

He pulled my jeans down along with my underwear to my
about mid-thigh.  The cold was quickly chilling my
backside as my boy cock was only a stub.  The cold
winter air forced it and my balls to retreat to the
warmth of my young body.  I turned red knowing how
small my dick was compared to my dad's monster.  He
winked at me knowingly saying "Better get that thing
in there before there's nothing left."  I
half-heartily smiled before shoving my groin up to the
hole.

The next thing I felt was the warmth of that pink
tongue licking my nuts and whirling around my barely
visible dick.  It was wonderful.  The sensations of a
million tiny touches were traversing my private parts.
 My cock quickly came out of hiding wanting more of
that marvelous moist flesh.  In moments, my dick was
fully hard reaching a respectable three and half
inches.  The tongue was soon joined by the soft silk
of pursed lips.  The feeling was explosive as I looked
back at my father smiling my approval.  He laughed
slapping my cold red ass saying `Fuck away, Mikey.
Fuck away!"

The soft warm mouth slid up and down my modest shaft
as two fingers rolled my small nuts.  The amazing pink
tongue was swirling around the shaft of my cock,
flicking across the head before sucking back down its
length.  I could feel the owners hot breath as lips
caressed the skin at the base of my dick.  My body
tingled with new found delight as my penis was charged
with until now unknown erotic electricity.

My ecstasy was mounting as my hips instinctively
thrust my cock in and out of the hidden mouth.  I
placed my hands on my butt forcing my groin as far as
I could into the magic hole.  I wanted as much of my
cock into that wonderful mouth as possible.  My whole
body seemed to tense as my mounting orgasm forced more
young hot blood into my hard boyhood.  I yelled out
"Oh daddy, this is the best Christmas present I've
ever got!"  I hit my climax with a loud "Ah, fucking
hell!" as my first cum filled orgasm left my body to
fill the mouth of my Christmas joy giver.  The
expertise of the pink tongue kept my young rod
shooting for several minutes.  My knees were becoming
weak as I reluctantly pulled my cock from the
perfection of that sucking mouth.

I stepped back losing my footing and falling into the
snow.  The heat for my climax was still radiating from
my young body.  I didn't even feel the cold as my bare
ass sat deep in the white holiday powder.  My dad
laughed as he pulled me to my feet.  He brushed the
snow from my naked behind before helping me pull up my
pants.  "Come on, son.  We're holding things up."  I
looked over at a small line of men standing just where
my father and I stood while Tom got his rocks off.

We walked past the men as they smiled knowing it was
my first time at the Christmas shack.  While heading
back to the house, my dad said "Well, Mikey.  Looks
like we have started a new Christmas tradition."  I
looked up at my father for the first time feeling as
though we were on equal ground.  "Now I know why you
were so anxious to leave for your Christmas walk.  I
think we should just skip the presents and get out to
the shack first thing Christmas morning!"  My dad
laughed as he reached for the front doorknob.  As he
started to open it, he turned to me saying "Merry
Christmas son."  I hugged his waist saying "Merry
Christmas dad.  Thank you for making me a part of your
Christmas."  He hugged me back before we went in to
enjoy the rest of our holiday.

End