Date: Thu, 18 Dec 2014 01:58:29 +0000 (UTC) From: Db Byron Subject: Jacobs Playhouse Part Eighteen M/b Incest DISCLAIMER: The following story contains descriptions of sexual activity between men and minors, especially boys. If you are under 18 years of age, READ NO FURTHER. If you are morally opposed to sexually explicit fiction involving minors, READ NO FURTHER. The following story is fantasy only and was written for the author's private enjoyment. Others have convinced me to share... This fiction is not intended to contribute in any way to illegal actions by the reader, nor is it intended to contribute in any way to harmful acts toward children. All events portrayed are fictional, if you like what you've read, write me at db.byron@yahoo.com. Additional parts to this story depend on feedback, so, be sure to write if you liked it! The Nifty Archive has welcomed thousands of open-minded men to indulge in their hottest and darkest fantasies. Anything is possible in a story. But making those stories available is only possible with help from you. So curl up with an erotic tale. Let it take you to the edge of ecstasy and back again. Then take a moment and donate. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html - Chapter Eighteen: "Stocking Stuffer" It was the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, even a mouse. The stocking's were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. Jacob and Alex were nestled all snug in their beds, while memories of swollen boy holes reminisced in their heads. With Mark in his sweatpants and I in mine too, the both us sat by the fireplace with little to do; But sit there discussing our mischievous plan, to surprise both the boy's with a horny old man. For we'd placed a call days earlier to a friend we held dear, who'd promised to come visit and we waited to hear; The sound of his sleigh bells outside to let us know he was here. The minutes turned to hours as it became very late, we both got hungry and ate cookies left out for Santa during our wait. In fact, it wasn't long before we'd nearly cleared the plate. Just then came a ringing, which could mean only one thing, Santa was patiently waiting for the boy's who we'd offered to bring. With that, Mark and I hurried to Jacob's room as we'd planned. We approached the bed and gently shook him to wake him and he yawned as he opened his eyes. "Jacob... Jacob... Wake up." Mark whispered. "Huh? What is it?" Jacob asked as he slowly awoke. "We heard something outside. I think it was sleigh bells." Mark whispered. "What? Really?" Jacob asked as he yawned. "Yeah. Who do you think it could be?" Mark asked. Then again, we heard the sound of sleigh bells jingling outside the window. Jacob's eyes popped open and he replied, "Santa?" I smiled as I watched my excited Nephew jump out of bed in his sweatpants and run towards the door with his Daddy right behind him. It was a special moment that filled my heart with joy and excitement. I didn't want to miss a second of the reveal. So I quickly joined them in the living room as they had a look around. Jacob instantly noticed that a few of the cookies he'd left out on the plate for Santa had been eaten. His eyes lit up as he became even more excited. Then once again, the sound of sleigh bells jingled outside. He turned around and rushed to the backdoor in a hurry. Once there, he open it and ran out into the backyard without even thinking to look up into his Playhouse. Because naturally his first instinct was to get where he could see the roof and look for reindeer. As he stood out in the backyard looking back towards the house, Mark and I came outside and we could see Santa sitting quickly like a ninja on the couch up in the Playhouse. It was dark without the lights on but there was no mistaking the jolly fat man sitting up there in his velvet red suit. I remember thinking it looked great for a rental and was glad that it fit our friend Bear. Who of course we'd called over to play Santa for the night. We smiled to ourselves as we crossed the backyard and joined Jacob in his search. He looked at us and asked, "Is he gone already?" "Nah, he has to be around here somewhere. I mean, he's a big fat guy in a suit, how fast can he be?" Mark replied. Jacob kept looking up towards the roof of the house as Santa stood up from the couch and said, "Ho-ho-ho." No sooner than the words hit his little ears, Jacob spun around and the lights came on in a flash. There he set his eyes on Santa standing in his Playhouse and his jaw dropped open with joy, for there could be no greater sight for a boy. "Santa." Jacob said in amazement. "Merry Christmas, Jacob." Santa said greeting him. With that, Jacob ran to the ladder of the Playhouse and started climbing up to meet him. Mark put his arm around me as he and I slowly walked over to the ladder to climb up and join them. We were feeling quite proud of ourselves and knew this would be a Christmas Jacob would never forget. As we climbed up inside, Santa went into the bedroom of the Playhouse and sat on the bed to wait for the excited young boy to came in and join him. "I thought I'd missed you." Jacob said. "Oh, no, no, no. Of course not, I always make time for special little boys like you." Santa said as he motioned for Jacob to come sit on his lap. The boy crawled up in Santa's lap and Mark and I, sat on the end of the bed to watch them as they talked. "Where's your reindeer and elves?" Jacob asked curiously. "They're busy delivering presents to all the good boys and girls." Santa replied. "But shouldn't you be with them?" Jacob asked. "Oh no, not tonight. For they've trained all year for this single night. I trust them to empty the sleigh before first light. Which leaves me free to enjoy a very special delight." Santa replied, "It seems this year everyone wants the usual, toys, gadgets and alike. But they never think to ask what I might want. A toy? Maybe a bike?" "Really? Wow... That's sad." Jacob replied. "Oh but don't you worry. Santa always gets his in the end. You see, I checked my list and it was then that I found you, right there at the end. However, after I read your letter, I knew you deserved better." Santa said as he put his hand on Jacob's thigh. "Yeah?" Jacob asked. "MmmHmm. I read it once, then twice and then once more. An I knew you must have somehow known what it was that I'd asked for. So I took out my pen and made a special place for you my little friend. Yes, with the flick of my wrist, I added your name to my naughty list." Santa replied. With that, Jacob froze as he looked over at Mark and I. His little eyes were as wide as saucers and he knew he'd been a bad boy. "The naughty list?" Jacob asked softly. "That's right, little guy. There's no need to be shy, your letter is secret between you and I." Santa said as he rubbed Jacob's thigh, "I know you've been a very naughty little boy this year, my dear. It's not often I hear, of such a cute little queer. Who's done so many things to his tight little rear." Jacob looked at him and didn't know quite what to say. Santa put his arm around him and hugged him as he moved his hand over and slipped it under the waistband of the boy's sweatpants. I watched as Jacob gasped as the man fondled him and he looked over at me with a shocked looked on his face. "Mmmmmm. Oh yes. Forget the bikes and the toys, what Santa really wants for Christmas is naughty little boys." Santa said. Jacob sat perfectly still, almost in a trance as jolly St. Nick molested him in his own little Playhouse. Something which was almost too incredible to be really happening. Mark and I watched as the boy leaned his head over and slowly and rested it against Santa's chest. "Ohhhhh, Santa." He moan softly. "Oh, Jacob. Sweet, loving, caring, Jacob. I've had my eye on you all year. An once I read your letter it all became clear." Santa said as he continued to fondle him, "I watched you when you were sleeping, I knew when you were awake. I knew when you'd been bad or good and you very bad for goodness sake." "You let your Uncle put his love inside and it hurt you the worst but not as much as denying your Daddy the honor of being your first. An you gave your Grandpa your dirty cherry, which made him quite merry. He was one slap-happy Grandpa to have a 9yo fairy." Santa continued, "Yes, you did some fine things for your family but it didn't end there..." "You puckered up for your coach and gave him such joy. You made an honest man of him and he left his girlfriend for a boy. You turned your best friend gay and he's never looked back. But just wait till I see his Daddy, I have a lump of coal for that sack of crap." Santa continued, "You made an old man happy, in his last days on Earth. For that you deserve a fondle and a hug and a grope. Because such kindness gives us all hope." "Oh but your kindness it didn't stop there, oh no. You bent over for strangers, yes Santa knows. You took those loads of steamy hot cum up your butt with a smile on your face and tears in your eyes. You enjoyed it so much, even now you're spreading your thighs." Santa continued, "Yes, I've watched you grow up so much this year. From the innocent boy you once were to the horny little beast you've become. It's been a wild journey and the best is yet to come." "It wouldn't be Christmas without a boy on my lap. A precious little youngster, who I'm horny to tap. Put your hand on my pants, Jacob. An reach in through the flap. Santa's been waiting all year for you to give him a fap." Santa said and Jacob slipped his little hand through the open front of the man's red velvet pants. Mark and I watched as Jacob reached in and felt around inside Santa's pants. An by the look on his face he'd found something amazing and was playing with it just out of sight. "Whoa..." Jacob said softly. "Now that you feel me, isn't this nice? When you're alone with Santa, it's much better to be naughty than nice." Santa said. Jacob nodded his head and smiled as he played with the man's cock inside his pants. "When most boys are laying in bed with sugar-plums dancing all night in their head. I know you lay awake with your hole swollen just ready for Santa to take. I'll take it, dear Jacob. I'll take it tonight. Get your pants off and show me the sight, of your gorgeous young stocking. I sure hope it's tight." Santa said. Then Jacob stood up and pulled his sweatpants down to his little ankles. The boy looked adorable as he stepped out of his sweats and showed Santa his hairless naked body. He spun around proudly to show the man his body in full glory. Santa smiled and ran his hands up and down the boy's sides with excitement as he touched his soft skin. "Oh yes, Mmmmmmm. You're just what Santa wanted and so much more." Santa said as he admired the boy before him, "Even my best elves can't handle what I have in store, for you, you naughty little boy whore." Jacob just smiled as the man felt his body and I knew he was loving the attention from Santa. Which made Mark and I smile. We loved seeing our boy playing with Santa, it was like a childhood dream or something. We were also amused by Bear's erotic and poetic rhymes. They were witty and smart but obviously unrehearsed. All I could think, was that Bear was taking his role of Santa very seriously. An that he must have talked to Mark a lot in preparation in order to have such detailed knowledge of us and Jacob's sexual escapades. Then we watched as jolly old St. Nick unbuckled his big black belt and stood up from the bed in order to pull his red velvet pants down to the floor. They dropped with a thud and revealed his incredibly engorged cock, which grew almost magically to a length none of us could have imagined. At which point, things took a turn into the unbelievable. "Get on your knees for Santa." Santa said as he gave his shaft a tug and it began to swell. Jacob got down on his knees and looked up at the man with a twinkle of joy in his eye as if he was staring at a brand new toy. Mark and I looked at each other in surprise and then back towards Santa but we couldn't believe our eyes. The man's cock had grown so large, I couldn't measure the size. Was it a bat? A club? How could it have grown from such a short nub? I thought to myself. His cock must have been more than 12" long with metal bells attached to his low hanging balls. An there was a thick patch of pure white pubes at the base of his shaft. To continue to think that this was our friend we would have to be daft. "I hope this is big enough for you, I wasn't sure your size." Santa said, "But than again, I know you aren't fussy. You like it to hurt deep and tear at the sides, of your little boy pussy." Jacob reached up and felt the man's incredible length with both of his hands. "It's perfect, Santa." He said with a smile. Then the man reached out and pulled his little head closer to him. "Mmmmmm. That's it, Jacob. Welcome to the 'real' north pole. Ho-ho-ho!" Santa joked as he laughed and his belly shook like a bowl full of jelly. Mark and I watched as Jacob stroked the man's massive cock, until a drop of precum dripped for the top. As it met the air it transformed into a snowflake and slowly came down. Where it landed on his nose but it didn't distract him, he was too excited to stop. Then a few more drops fell and he opened his mouth, catching each snowflake of cum on his tongue. "Mmmmmmmm!" Jacob moaned, "It tastes like candy!" "Ho-ho-ho! Of course it does, Jacob." Santa laughed, "Every drop is sugary sweet. A must have treat for naughty little boys to eat." Jacob licked the tip of the man's cock as he searched for more sweet cum. Soon he had his little mouth open and his tongue was lapping at the slit. "Mmmmmmmm!!!" Santa moaned, "That's a good boy. Open your mouth and suck Santa's candy cane." Naturally, he did as he was told and event though the man's engorged shaft posed a challenge, boy managed to open his mouth wide enough to get the swollen head inside. As the large mushroom head entered the boy's lips, Santa pushed down on the back of his head. As we watched, Mark reached into my sweatpants and down between my legs to stroke my cock and I returned the favor. Soon we were stroking each other and enjoying the sight of Santa with our little boy. Jacob was eagerly trying to suck the man's cock but was having a hell of a time getting much of it in his mouth. Santa didn't mind though. He kept his hand on the boy's head and continued to apply force as needed. After a few minutes, Jacob began to gag and Santa smiled. "Suck it boy. You can do it. Open that hungry little mouth." Santa said. Then he pushed harder on Jacob's head and the boy gagged more. "Take it in your throat. Mmmmmm, that's it. Remember, I know what you wished for from old St. Nick. You want to taste every inch of his fucking dick." Santa said. Jacob gagged and choked as Santa forced his head down on his engorged cock until he couldn't take another inch. Then he released the boy and Jacob took a deep breath as a tear ran down his cheek. "Mmmmmm. You're doing great. Take your time, there's a lot of meaty dick on your plate." Santa said, "Put it back in your mouth. Get it all nice and wet with your spit." Jacob wiped his eyes and tried again to suck the man's cock. He took it in his mouth and Santa shoved his head down on it as far as he could go, until Jacob gagged and choked again. Then he released him again, before trying a third time. Once again, Jacob gagged and choked but he was making Santa feel incredible with his attempts to please him. A few moments passed and the man finally let the boy suck him at his own pace, while he waited for the right time to take things further. "Ho-ho-ho, my goodness. Mark, you've raised quite the little cock-sucker. I'd say all those nightly visits to his room, after your wife had gone to sleep, really did the trick." Santa said, "He's got a real talent for sucking now and his little mouth feels wonderful on my dick." Mark smiled proudly as he heard that and I kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks, Santa." Mark said as he watched his little boy skillfully licking and sucking the man. "Of all the naughty little boys I've visited, yours has an eagerness to please that's truly shocking. An for that I think you'll find, I left a few extra goodies inside of your stocking." Santa said. Mark smiled from ear to ear and I couldn't help but smile with him. As we stroked each other, Mark rested his head on my shoulder and I put my arm around him. I turned to him and I could see the unmistakable twinkle of a Father's love for his boy in his eyes. It wasn't long before he caught me staring at him and looked up at me. He leaned in close and we kissed passionately. At which point, Santa shook his hips and his bells jingled as he said, "Sleigh bells ring, are you listening? Look over there, Jacob; At two Brothers kissing." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jacob lift his head from between Santa's legs and look over at us. He licked his lips and smiled as Mark and I shared a hot passionate kiss in front of him. It felt almost like a dream and I never wanted to wake up. Unfortunately, our kiss eventually ended and we resumed watching the horny man and our boy. "I always knew you two would some day realize your love for each other, went beyond that of mere Brothers. There's no greater love, than a love between siblings. Except maybe for the love of a boy. But between you and me, I find both a wonderful joy." Santa said as he looked at us. We smiled at him and I said, "I guess now we know what to get Santa for Christmas every year." "Ho-ho-ho, oh yes. I do love a little boy to touch and undress. Santa loves to play, while the wife is away. Dare I take them into my shop and violate them until they beg me to stop." Santa said with a smile, "Oh the joy it brings me, bending them over my lap, giving their bare cheeks a hard slap." "I know Jacob loves to be spanked." Mark said. Jacob smiled as he looked up at Santa and the man rustled his soft brown hair. "Oh, is that right? Mmmmmm. In that case, bend over, Jacob and clench your cheeks tight." Santa instructed. Jacob stood up and Santa moved him closer to the bed. There he bent the boy over and ran his hand over his little bubble butt. Mark and I watched as the man raised his hand and brought it down hard. 'Smack!' "Ahhhh!" Jacob cried. "Oh yes, Mmmmmm." Santa moaned. Then he gave the boy a few more smacks. 'Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! "Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!" Jacob cried out. Listening to his boy cry from a spanking was all Mark needed to push him over the edge. I felt his cock throb in my hand and globs of thick white cum gushed out of the tip. It poured down his shaft and dripped onto the floor. "Auuuggghhhmmm!!!" Mark groaned. "Oh let it snow, Ho-ho-ho!" Santa chuckled to himself. Then he gave Jacob a few more smacks. 'Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! "Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!" Jacob cried out. That was enough to bring the boy to sobbing and his little legs began to shake. Santa rubbed his rosie red butt cheeks for a moment and then pushed him against the bed. "Mmmmmm. I think someone's ready to be fucked." Santa said, "An I've got just the stocking stuffer for that jolly red ass." "Ohhhmmmm. Fuck me, Santa." Jacob cried through his tears. I watched as Santa moved in behind the boy and slapped his massive cock against his glowing red butt. The force of it slapping him made the bells around the man's balls jingle out loud. I watched intently as he guided his cock between my Nephew's little butt cheeks. "Ohhhhh!" Jacob gasped. Then the man shoved hard against his hole and tears began to stream down the boy's face. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Jacob cried as the man pried at his opening. "Oh yes, Mmmmmm. Cry for Santa, baby." Santa said as he continued to force his cock against the boy's hole. I knew the swollen thickness of Santa's cock was going to be a challenge but I didn't expect Jacob to suffer so much trying to take it. He was sobbing and quite literally balling his little eyes out as the man worked mercilessly to enter him. Finally, after several intense minutes I saw the man's hips move forward as his cock tore it's way into through and plunged deep into the boy. "AHHHHH!!!" Jacob cried out. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm! Oh yes, your stocking's so tight. I'll have to fuck it extra hard tonight." Santa said as he forced his way into the boy's hole. Jacob's legs shook wildly as the man invaded him from behind. Tears poured down his little red face but he didn't put up a fight. Santa impaled him deep with his cock before pausing and allowing me to take in the sight. "I've waited all year for this, my boy. I'm going to ravage you something awful all for my joy. Your naughty ass will be gaping, after this raping." Santa said, "The letter you wrote me, was indeed a good read. Now just as you wanted I'll take the lead. I promise I'll fuck you so hard, your little boy hole will bleed." Hearing that was more than I could take. With Mark's hand still on my cock, I felt myself unleash a hot load of cum all over myself and it poured down the inside of my sweatpants. "Ohhhhh! Fuckkkkk!" I groaned. Santa looked over at me and the cum stain in my pants. Then he winked as he eased his shaft out of my Nephew and rammed it back in. "Ahhhhhhhh!" Jacob cried out. I watched as Santa grabbed him by his little hips and held them tight. While he rode his hairless boy butt, well into the night. The sound of bells ringing filled the air with each thrust as he pounded Jacob so hard, I thought surely his boy hole was going to bust. Of course, to the old man's delight, the boy took it alright. The Playhouse was swaying and rocking to the fucking happening inside. He took every thick inch in stride and it was stretching him wide. With his head down and ass up, he was gladly giving it all up. Jacob cried like a baby as the man abused him with care. An I was just happy to see, he was fucking him bare. Indeed, there was no mention of condoms while doing the deed. Santa was going to fill my little Nephew with his snowflake seed. "Ahhhhhhhh!" Jacob cried. "Mmmmmmm! Take me balls deep, Jacob. While you cry those beautiful tears." Santa said, "I wish I could fuck you like this from now till new years." I listened closely as the sound of the bells drew louder and faster as the man picked up his pace. An poor little Jacob had tears pouring down his red face. "Ohhhhh!! Ohhhh!!! Here it comes Jacob, right up your rump! This year you're Santa's little faggot cum-dump!" Santa moaned, "Ohhhhhh!!!!!! HO-HO-HOLY FUCK! Aaaauuuggghhhmmm!!!!" I watched while the man shook and shivered as he bred the boy deep. His moans were so loud, I couldn't believe my Dad and Alex were still asleep. Then the man began to slip his shaft out with ease. To which, my Nephew became noticeably weak at the knees. Santa pulled his cock out and boy was it red. Jacob took one look at it and collapsed right there next to the bed. "Ho-ho-ho, you little trooper." Santa chuckled as he caught his breath, "I can't believe you took all of that right up your pooper." Jacob laid motionless on the floor as he tried to collect himself. I think at that moment he was lucky, he wasn't an elf. Mark and I watched as Santa wiped off his cock with Jacob's sweats and pulled up his red velvet pants. Then he gave us both a glance and the look in his eyes told us, he'd do this again given half the chance. Mark looked down at his boy on the floor and asked, "Is he gonna be alright?" To which Santa replied, "I think he'll be fine, just give him some time. Oh but I must say, his rosie fuck hole sure was sublime. I really enjoyed making it mine." "If you're ever in the area again, come back anytime." Mark said. As we waited for Jacob to regain his composure, Santa told us he had one last thing to do, before he'd provide us with closure. So, Mark picked up his Son and carried him out of the Playhouse as we followed Santa back into the house. Once inside, Santa stood by the couch and grabbed himself to jingle his bells. Soon we heard footsteps echo through the house. One heavy and one soft, almost like a mouse. Then in the light of the fireplace, came a familiar face. As a bare naked Alex ran up to Santa with a huge smile on his little face. "Santa!" Alex yelled as the man lifted him up in his arms. "Ho-ho-ho. Merry Christmas, Alex." Santa said as he held the boy tight. My Dad watched close with youthful delight as the man held the boy in the glow of the fire light. "Did you get my letter, Santa?" Alex asked with excite. "I did indeed." Santa replied, "An I read it with joy. It's not often I get one so well written from such a sweet little boy. I even read it to your Momma. An she was so glad to hear, that you'd been a very good boy this year." Alex smiled so big hearing that, that tears filled his eyes. To hear his Momma was proud of him, was an unexpected surprise. "You talked to my Momma?" Alex asked. "MmmHmm. I do everyday and she's asked me to say, she loves you more with each passing day. She left you much too soon, though she wanted to stay." Santa replied as he held the boy close, "You see, there's some things we can't change in this life, no matter how much we wish we may but you mustn't let that cause you dismay. For you will see her again one day, this I promise. But until then she asks that you stay, with this family who loves you on this Christmas Day." Then Alex rested his head against Santa's chest and my Dad walked over to join them. He felt the boy's leg and he looked over at him. "There's no denying you lost a bunch this year and for that I was truly sorry to hear. However, then I heard about this fine man, right here." Santa said as he looked at my Dad, "He's a naughty old man, of that I have no doubt but regardless of that he's not without, a desire to care for you and your cute little sprout." With that, Santa spread Alex's legs and gently rubbed his tiny cocklet. "Mmmmmm." The boy moaned softly. "Truth be told, it's because of his unseemly deeds; That I knew it was for the best, that he take you into his home and give you his seeds." Santa said, "It's little boys like you, who haven't a hair; That need to be kept safe and warm while constantly bare." "I'm sure you're frightened at night, when he holds you tight and molests your tiny hairless ass by the pale moonlight." Santa continued, "It's scary I know as he fills you with his hot white snow. Then lays beside you and basks in your afterglow. But you're more now than his fuck slave and his love for you, he'll proudly show." Alex's little eyes widened as both my Dad and Santa began to fondle him. His little legs spread wide as the men touched him with pride. Then Santa turned the boy over to expose his tiny crack and he rubbed it with one hand on the small of his back. Santa looked at my Dad and said, "With one this young John, you must treat him with care. If you're not gentle his hole you will tear. Than again, with the size of your cock you probably don't care." My Dad smiled proudly as he stood there naked on full display for Santa. "I know it's probably too late to ask, but I'll put it out there. At least let him open his package on his own, before you decide to share, his sweet little ass with your old friend Bear." Just then, the phone rang and Mark laid Jacob down in the recliner in the living room, while he went to answer it. I watched as Santa gave Alex a final hug and gentle grope, before passing him over to my Dad. Who took him in his arms and held him close. "You're in good hands now little Alex. This family will love you like one of their own. However, as for me, it's time I headed back home. The north pole is a long ways away, but I'll be sure to return next year on this very day." Santa said as he started to walk towards the backdoor. "Where you going, Santa? The chimney's over there." Alex said as he pointed to the fireplace. "Ho-ho-ho, I'm afraid I'm much to fat for that." Santa said with a chuckle. Then he pushed open the backdoor and turned to us to say, "If you'll excuse me, I'll wait outside for my sleigh. It should be here any minute and I'll be on my way." We watched as he stepped outside and closed the door behind him. It was at that very moment, that Mark came walking back into the living room to join us. My Dad looked at him and asked, "Who was that on the phone?" Mark scratched his head and replied, "It was Bear. He said he got lost and only just now found our road. He should be here in a few minutes." With that, the room fell silent as we each looked at one another in a state of shock and confusion. "If that wasn't Bear, than who the hell was it?" My Dad asked. Just then, the sound of sleigh bells filled the room. They echoed so loud that soon, they were the only thing we could hear as we ran to the backdoor like a herd of steer. I pushed the door open but found, Santa's reindeer and sleigh were nowhere around. Only a big box lay there on the ground. I ran out to get it and dragged it into the house. Where I discovered the note attached which read, 'Wake up James. You're sleep walking. Come back to bed.' What? What was happening? Was this all in my head? I found myself asking as I began to dread, that maybe this was all just a dream playing out in my head. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my skin as I opened my eyes. I looked around in total surprise and found that I was naked and surrounded by guys. My Dad, Mark and our friend Bear were standing there staring at me in their underwear. I wasn't sure what was real anymore, that is until I heard my Nephew Jacob begin to snore. I glanced over to find him and Alex laying nearby sleeping on the living room floor. "What happened? How did I get in here?" I asked. "You were sleep walking, James." Mark replied, "You were laying in bed with me and the next thing I knew you got up and started walking out into the living room." "No... No, that can't be." I said as I rubbed my head, "I was just outside. Santa had left us a present and I'd just brought it inside." "Santa, huh?" My Dad asked as he nudged Bear playfully. Bear smiled and pointed to a large wrapped up box under our Christmas tree and asked, "Was it that one?" "Yeah. That's the one." I replied. "That's Alex's new bike." Mark said, "Bear brought it with him last night, remember? We asked him to come over and surprise the boys dressed as Santa." "Well, he's not dressed like Santa now." I said with frustration. "Yeah, that plan kinda got derailed. The costume rental place ran out of Santa suits." Bear said. I was still feeling very confused as I breathed deep and asked, "So, it's still Christmas Eve then? Right?" "Nope. It's Christmas morning. We were just about to wake the boy's up, when you decided to go on your unexpected walk." My Dad replied. "Wow..." I said as I shook my head, "You're not going to believe the dream I had..." "How about you tell us all about it after we wake the boy's up and they have a chance to unwrap their presents." My Dad said as he slowly stepped over to Jacob and Alex. I watched as he and Mark gently shook the boy's to wake them and wished them a Merry Christmas. I couldn't help shake the memory of my apparent dream. It had been so vivid and realistic, like nothing I'd ever seen. A part of me really wanted it to be real. Especially the moments between Santa and the boy's. He had such wise words for them and somehow now I was the only one who remembered any of that. I sat on the couch and watched as Jacob and Alex began to open their gifts, when I felt the need to say something. I placed my hand on Jacob's to stop him from opening his present and looked at Alex as the boy tried to figure out what was in the large box with his name on it. "What's the matter, Uncle James?" Jacob asked. "Let Alex open his first." I replied. "Why?" He asked. "Because, all kids are offered a gift. Some just open their packages earlier than others." I replied and Alex placed his hands on the wrapping paper. I smiled at him as he tore off the colorful wrapping to reveal the image of a bike on the side of the box hidden inside. "Oh my God! A bike! Santa must have got my letter!" Alex yelled as he finished unwrapping his present. I didn't know how to tell little Alex, that Santa and his Momma had both read his letter. They knew he was in a caring home now and that he'd be well looked after. Just the thought of his Momma looking down on him from heaven was enough to nearly move me to tears. So to distract attention away from myself, I moved my hands away from Jacob's and he resumed preparing to open his present. He held it up and read the note, which read, 'To Jacob from Daddy'. The boy shook the small box and listened to see if he could figure out what was inside it. Then he set it down and tore off the wrapping paper to reveal a small wooden box with a latch. He examined it closely and flipped it over to find that there were words engraved on the top of it, which read, 'Naughty Box'. I looked over at Mark and he winked at me as we watched his Son flip open the latch and open the wooden box. Inside he discovered a wooden paddle with his name on it. "Whoa... Haha!" Jacob laughed, "I totally need this. Thank you, Daddy." "You're welcome, baby." Mark replied with a smile. Then Bear turned to Mark and asked, "The boy loves a spanking, huh?" "You have no idea." Mark replied with a grin. "Mmmm. My kinda boy." Bear said. We watched as the boy's finished unwrapping the rest of their presents and then my Dad, Mark and I, opened ours. We'd bought each other the usual stuff this year. Clothes and other random things. However, there was one gift which really made me smile when I saw it. It was a portrait of our family and it was coupled with a smaller portrait of my Nephew Jacob and me. As I examined them further, I noticed the small note attached to the back of the frames which read, 'To Pucker and his family. With love, Coach Roberts' I knew then, that Jacob's Coach had created them with photos he'd taken during his visit over the Labor Day weekend. It was a great gesture and it really warmed my heart, that he'd even think of making us something so special. As I admired the portraits I caught a glimpse of another framed photo, that Mark had just unwrapped. He was staring at it and smiling, so naturally I had to get a closer look. I leaned over closer and he showed it to me. It was a closeup photo of a boys hole with a mans cock buried deep inside it. The hole was dark purple and swollen but it looked strangely familiar. Then it occurred to me, the man's cock was Mark's. I should have recognized it instantly but for some reason I didn't. The clever lettering that had been added to the bottom of the frame should have also been an instant giveaway. Because it read, 'Our First Time'. I smiled and Mark and said, "I think that will look great next to your bed." "You got that right. Just look at the hole, goddamn it was tight." Mark said with a grin. I couldn't help but laugh as I saw the pleasure on his face. He'd taken something from Damien, the boy could never replace. That sweet boy cherry had finally been popped. There was no turning back after that, for the fun never stopped. While I sat there smiling, my Dad came over and set a card in my lap; As I opened it everyone started to clap. Then I opened it up and read it out loud, "From Jacob's family to yours. We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. After reading all these naughty stories, you'll be glad to hear; That even more are planned for the upcoming year. They've been great fun to write and I hope they give you great pleasure at night; When you're laying in bed dreaming of a boy to hold tight. Best wishes to all and to all a good-night." - To read more stories featuring my Nephew Jacob and his Family & Friends. Please visit http://www.jacobsplayhouse.com/