Date: Sun, 1 Jan 2017 14:49:49 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: 12 Tales of Christmas: I Saw Tommy Kissing Santa Claus

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I was chilling in bed, lights out, nicely baked from this joint Tommy had
smoked with me on the way to the neighbors' Christmas party, listening to
music on my earbuds and scrolling Tumblr on my phone, surfing the afterglow
of the nice, juicy jack session I'd just had. After midnight now, so
technically Christmas, I guess, and a real nice way to get festive. That's
when I heard the front door thump open, some deep, low laughter, clumsy
footsteps. Looked like the rest of the family was home from the party. I'd
left a couple hours ago, because I was high as fuck and horny as hell, and
I needed some alone time. Guess that was over now. I could hear them coming
up the stairs, voices murmuring low as they approached my bedroom.

"Shit, you wouldn't think she'd be this heavy," Dad's deep voice grunted
with effort, Tommy chuckling low in reply. "Let's get her into bed. You
heading to bed, bud?"

"Nah, might stay up awhile longer," Tommy said, his voice sounding a hell
of a lot like Dad's lately, all deep and manly, and man did that tweak my
cock.

"Well then... want to hang downstairs a little while?"

"You know it, Dad," Tommy replied, and they both uttered a little huff of
laughter. "I'll check and see if Andy's asleep, and we can go chill, yeah?"

Damn... I kind of wanted to chill with Tommy and Dad. I'd missed hanging
with Tommy, and as cool as Dad and me were, him and Tommy always had this
bond. Probably something to do with being the firstborn, or
whatever. Also... why did I need to be asleep for them to hang out?

Man, now I was feeling a little paranoid. Damn joint. Strong shit he'd
brought home with him, better than the stuff I'd been able to get my hands
on. I couldn't wait to get to college. Either way, I heard them bumping and
the floor in the master bedroom squeaking. Then Dad's heavy footsteps,
trying to be quiet as he passed my closed door, and headed down the
stairs. I waited, ears tracking Tommy's progress into his bedroom, and then
him moving around, before he came out into the hallway too. I closed my
eyes and tried to look as asleep as possible as my door cracked open, my
eyes slitted open just enough to see his big, shadowed form peering around
my door. He watched silently for maybe thirty seconds, as I made my chest
rise and fall like I was asleep, then he quietly pulled my door closed and
headed downstairs.

I'd never been more awake in my life. My curiosity was up, sure that Dad
and Tommy were doing cool manly shit, like drinking liquor and telling
dirty jokes and talking man stuff. I wanted in on that. I figured I was old
enough to be treated as one of the men now. I'd be going to college myself
before too long, I was shaving nearly every day, and I had plenty of hair
on my balls. A big dick too, just like Tommy and Dad did. Not that they'd
like shown me or anything, but a guy can figure that kind of thing out if
he really wants to, y'know?

I figured I'd give it ten, fifteen minutes, then head downstairs like I was
getting a drink, and just happen into their conversation, and linger
around, hoping they'd invite me to hang with them. I fidgeted in bed,
checking Tumblr some more, scrolling Instagram, checking the time every
couple of minutes. I barely made it to ten before I got up, tugged my
T-shirt back on, and headed down.

For whatever reason, I made sure I was quiet going down the stairs. But
they weren't in the living room, or the family room, or the kitchen, or on
the screened porch out back. Not in the back yard either, as far as I could
see. I pressed my ear to the door to the garage, and heard nothing but
Dad's beer fridge kicking on in there.

So I guess they were down in the rec room. I eased the door open, saw the
lights from below, and for some reason, my heart started to beat faster. I
crept down the carpeted stairs real quietly, and stopped dead when I came
across Tommy's cargo shorts, discarded right at the point where the stairs
took a 90-degree turn. His T-shirt just below them, on the next stair down.

"What the fuck..." I thought to myself, but already, my dick was starting
to get hard again. My brain was on stoned delay, but my cock was always in
tune. Just how it is, y'know? So I eased up to the corner of the stairs,
and just peeked around the wall, to the room below. And nearly lost my
footing.

There was Dad, slouched down in the armchair, wearing the Santa hat he'd
had on at the party, pulled low over his handsome, rugged face. A
wifebeater that showed off the dark hair, streaked with gray, that carpeted
his deep chest. And below that, a jock, with... holy fuck... his cock out,
and hard. And capped with a little Santa hat of its own. I recognized it
immediately - the hat, I mean. Mom was into that whole elf-on-the-shelf
bullshit, and the little hat belonged to it. It had a much better home now,
capping off the hard thickness of Dad's cock as it stretched up his
still-flat belly. My hand went to my crotch and groped the equally thick,
hard cock trapped inside as I took in the sight.

Then the toilet down there flushed, and a moment later, the door swung
open. Dad looked in the direction of the bathroom and smiled, reaching down
to tug lazily on his big, full balls.

"Oh hell yeah," he murmured, grinning wider as my brother Tommy stepped
into view, looking even finer in a jock of his own.

"Yeah Dad, you like?" Tommy said, his muscled ass flexing amazingly as he
approached Dad in the chair. His back was looking tight as fuck, a strong V
rippling with muscle. His quads and calves were on point too, shifting and
flexing as he walked. He'd always been hot, my big bro, but he'd gotten
seriously smokin' since he'd gone to college, even more in the last year.

"Fuck yeah, I like," Dad grinned, reaching out for Tommy as he closed the
distance between them.

One of Dad's hands went to Tommy's hip, the other sliding up his thick,
muscular thigh as Tommy planted his knee between Dad's legs on the edge of
the seat. I could clearly hear Dad's appreciative growl as Tommy laced his
fingers behind his head, his muscles rippling some more as Dad's hand on
his hip moved up the thickness of his lat, and up over his torso. I
couldn't see Tommy's front side, but Dad's hungry expression and the way
his tongue traced along his bottom lip told me that view was equally
bangin'.

"You get bigger every time I see you, stud," Dad grunted. "My big stud jock
kid. C'mere..."

Tommy bent over, Dad's hand going to the back of his neck as the two leaned
in and connected, kissing with deep, smacking grunts that echoed up to me
on the stairs. I stared at them, stunned, my hand squeezing the aching
bulge of my bone, watching Dad and my big brother make out, all hungry and
sloppy and manly as fuck. It was probably the most amazing thing I'd ever
seen. Even more because clearly this wasn't their first time. I wondered
how long it had been going on, whatever this was. Why I'd never known. Why
I'd never been invited...

Tommy shifted around and straddled Dad's lap, their kiss never breaking, as
Dad cupped the big muscles of his studly ass and guided him down. Tommy
ground his hips slow, making them both grunt, and I just knew they were
cock to cock, humping against each other as Dad's hands roamed over Tommy's
back, and my big bro squeezed the solid muscles of Dad's arms.

"Seems like I get you the same present every year, Dad," Tommy said when
they separated, finally. Just when I thought I was about to make myself cum
in my shorts watching them.

"Don't see me complaining, stud," Dad grinned, reaching up to ruffle
Tommy's hair. "You know it's my favorite thing, son."

They returned to another deep, wet, slow kiss for a minute. Tommy's bod
shifted beautifully again as he pushed back off Dad's lap, and slipped down
between his muscled, spread thighs, my bro's ass flexing and spreading, big
boxy muscles with a light trace of dark fur growing up from the deep
crevice between them. He slid his hands up and down Dad's hairy thighs,
dipping his head in to kiss up and down the insides of them as Dad moaned,
low and quiet, and continued to stroke the back of his head.

"This is cute, and all, but time for it to go," Tommy chuckled, plucking
the little Santa hat off Dad's cock and dropping it on the floor beside
him. Then Dad's head dropped back and he moaned deeper, as Tommy's head
went in close, and I didn't need to hear the slurping, sucking sounds to
tell me what was happening now.

My mind was fucking blown. Like Dad's big cock, apparently, by his eldest
son, my big brother. I slid my hand inside my basketball shorts, finding my
cock angry and throbbing inside my trunks, and when I ran my thumb over the
hard, round mound of my cockhead through the fabric, it got all damp with
pre immediately.

I watched Dad pick up his bottle of beer and take a long pull on it, as he
stared down at Tommy lustily, watching his eldest blowing him. I really
wished I could see Tommy's face, see his lips wrapped round Dad's big,
thick cock. But I had a good imagination, at least, and the images I was
creating in my head were gonna be at the top of my spank bank queue for a
long time to come. Maybe the rest of my life.

"You got any of that for me, Dad?" Tommy said, his voice thick with spit as
he came up off Dad's dick, and I could just see it, all shiny and
throbbing, as Tommy's hand wrapped round it and stroked slowly.

Dad grinned, curled up and tilted Tommy's chin up, taking another long pull
on his beer before leaning in close and spitting it right into Tommy's open
- I was guessing - mouth. I had to swallow the loud grunt I nearly let
out. I'd never seen anything like that before. I knew I wanted to see a lot
more of it. Experience it for myself, too. Tommy growled, pushed up to kiss
Dad, then ducked his head down to the armrest where Dad was holding his
beer, and for the first time, I saw his hot face in semi-profile as he
licked all up and down the long neck of Dad's beer, paying close attention
to the rim of the bottleneck. This was insane. I was never gonna be able to
look at him the same way again.

"Why don't you bring that big jock cock up here, stud?" Dad growled
thickly, and I was treated to another amazing display of spectacular ass
muscles as Tommy stood up slowly. All I could see were Dad's big hands
squeezing, stroking, and spreading Tommy's muscly glutes, the muscles of
Tommy's back rippling again, and hear the sound of his low, husky moans as
Dad's head disappeared. But again, I didn't really need to hear anything to
know what was going on. Sure as fuck wished I could see it, though.

"Fuck, Dad, don't make me cum, not like this," Tommy gasped, pulling back
with a lewd, wet sound, Dad growling lustily as he sat back, wiping the
spit from his chin before Tommy leaned in and licked up the rest of it.

"Got a different idea, bud?" Dad grinned up at him.

Tommy leaned in, and the noise of their lusty kissing filled the room
again. Then he slowly turned, and for the first time down here, I saw him
front-on. I was not disappointed. His pecs were big, bigger than Dad's, a
little fur coming in on them real nicely, making a path down his thick,
defined abs that ran into and beneath the waistband of his jock. His cock
jutted out from the side of his jock pouch, just like Dad's, and hell, his
cock was just like Dad's in general. Big, thick, shiny-looking with Dad's
spit. His thighs were totally on point, the big muscles of his quads
flexing as he bent over, looking over his shoulder at Dad as he did. Dad
was staring hard at his ass, that hungry, kinda vacant look in his eyes, as
his hands reached forward to grab hold of Tommy's epic glutes, his thumbs
digging deep into the muscled flesh of them as he squeezed. Tommy gave his
big dick a squeeze, and when Dad's face disappeared behind his ass, he bit
his lip and closed his eyes, moaning low in his throat. All I could see of
Dad now were his spread thighs either side of Tommy's, his big working
hands, and that goofy Santa hat, bobbing away as he ate his son out.

"Fuckin' A," Tommy moaned, reaching behind him to grab Dads head and pull
him deeper into him. "Eat your boy out, you studly fucker."

Dad growled even more lustily at that, digging even deeper into Tommy's ass
with his hands and tongue, the lewd sounds of slurping filing the
air. Tommy rested his hands on his knees and hiked his sexy ass up and back
even more, biting his lip again, moaning low, dirty words of encouragement
back to Dad.

I had no idea how Tommy didn't see me, because I wasn't making a priority
of trying to stay hidden, or anything. I was too busy slow-jacking my cock,
keeping myself on the boil, trying not to cum, because I knew I couldn't do
that silently. Besides, I didn't want to miss a moment of any of this.

Finally, I got my wish, and got to see some of the action, because Tommy
stood up, his cock harder than ever, standing upright and unmoving, the
head all shiny with leaking pre, pointing at his abs as he turned,
sweaty-faced and grinning, to straddle Dad's lap again. This time, he
reached down and behind him to take hold of Dad's big, shiny cock, holding
it upright as he lowered himself.

"Yeah, you ready, buddy?" Dad moaned, and Tommy nodded.

"Fuck yeah I am, stud," Tommy grunted. "Ready for you to fuck me, Dad."

"Awww damn, son," Dad moaned, and pulled him in close to kiss some more as
Tommy teased Dad's big cockhead against his hole. As they kissed, Tommy
shifted his hips, arched his back, and there he was, all of him, Dad
pressed hard to his entrance, and then slowly disappearing into it as they
both moaned huskily around each other's tongues.

I watched Tommy slid slowly down Dad's thickness, never breaking their
kiss, and then slowly begin to ride him, that big Dad dick disappearing
inside of him in slow-building fuck thrusts. His ass flexed and dimpled,
his back muscles shifted, and his thighs bulged as he supported himself on
the balls of his feet. All throughout, the sounds of their kisses added to
the intense noise of their sex. Grunts, moans, flesh slapping. Lips
smacking wetly. Tommy's muscled back started to glow with sweat, Dads hands
slipping over and all around it, then back down to his hips, over the thick
flex of his big quads, then up to hold his ass as Tommy rode him like a
fuckin' pornstar.

Dad started to jackhammer up into Tommy, making his muscly ass bounce and
jiggle, and I had to bite my lip again to shut myself up, because this was
so fuckin' insane to see.

"Yeah, c'mon Dad, fuck me," Tommy moaned. "Fuckin' cum, Dad..."

"Yeah, gonna fucking breed you, son," Dad grunted. "Gonna cum in my boy..."

"Give it to me, you fucking stud," Tommy growled, pushing in to kiss him
wetly again.

Dad thrust up hard, his big thighs tensing up, toes curling into the
carpet. His fingers dug super-deep into Tommy's glutes as he moaned into
his mouth, all muffled, his big balls bouncing as he flooded my bro's hole
with our little brothers. His hand disappeared between them, the corded
muscle of his forearm tensing, and then Tommy's moans joined his, the big,
sexy muscles of his back rippling, then flexing.

They kept kissing for a minute, bodies glowing with sweat, before pulling
apart with a loud, wet smack. Tommy leaned back a little, torso heaving, as
he pulled himself slowly up the shiny, cum-glazed length of Dad's
piece. Dad's hand moved to the back of Tommy's thigh, pulling it up so he
rested his foot on the armrest, and then his head ducked under. I could see
the salt and pepper stubble on his strong jaw, the wet, pink meat of his
tongue as he licked Tommy's taint, lapping up to his hole, sucking up
whatever excess cum of his was leaking from my bro's well-fucked hole, as
Tommy moaned and twitched above him. Tommy slipped back and met his mouth
to kiss, lewd and sticky and wet, the two of them moaning as Dad stroked he
back of his head. They grinned at each other when they finally separated,
foreheads resting against each other.

"Merry Christmas, son," Dad said.

"Merry Christmas, Dad," Tommy replied, and the kiss was slower, softer,
sweeter almost, this time.

Tommy pushed up and back, reaching down for Dad's hand, and pulled him up
out of the chair. I slipped back up around the corner as I heard them go
into the bathroom below, and crept as silently as I could up the stairs to
the kitchen, and then up again to my room. I'd barely got my door closed
before my cock was out in my fast-stroking hand, and my cum was spraying
into my other hand, overshooting and spurting all over my bedsheets. I
licked my palm clean, letting out a hungry grunt as I tasted the hot, salty
cum, wishing it was theirs instead. Or theirs as well, all mixed in with
mine.

I collapsed onto my bed, sweaty and drained, my head spinning, and was on
the edge of sleep within seconds. The only thing that stopped me was the
buzz of my phone on the nightstand beside me, a text coming
in. Tommy. Fuck.

Hope u liked it bro. Come down next time. Tomorrow? ;) T

I smiled to myself in the dark. Looks like I was gonna get the best present
of all tomorrow. All of a sudden, it was like being a little kid again,
where you're wide awake with excitement, and can't wait for it to be
morning so you can go open your gifts. Fuck yeah. I was already starting to
think about what kind of presents I could give in return.