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This time, my baby boy was in charge. Again, I thought about what he’d said. I love you, Santa.
I let him position me just how he wanted. Then Kit turned off the lamp and climbed into bed and into my arms. He petted the velvet, then ran his hands all over my body underneath the coat, kissing as he went.
My cock was raging by the time his hands reached it, tugging a little before his lips melted over the tip.
He sucked me while I wore the coat, and it was like being transported to another world. I was both Santa and myself giving my baby boy what he wanted.
“Daddy Santa,” he said between sucks. “Oh, Daddy. You’re so powerful. So good. You’re mine now, right?”
All I could do was groan as ecstasy drove itself through my body. I came hard. Kit drank me down, then pulled up and milked the rest of my pleasure from me.
“Santa, I love you.”
There it was again. His precious words.
I reached up and pulled him to me. “My good boy.”
I kissed him, then reached for his own hard cock.
He pushed my hand away. “It’s all right, Daddy. I already came doing that to you.”
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Kit
Iwas the luckiest of all the boys in the world. I was the one who got to suck Santa’s cock.
Life was so good.
I woke in the morning to Parker rubbing his body against mine. When I opened my eyes, I saw his were closed. He had an arm around my waist but still seemed to be asleep. Or half-asleep.
“Mmm. Daddy, that feels nice.” I turned my backside against his front.
“Baby boy, you’re so warm and smooth in my arms.” His words slurred.
I didn’t feel his erection until I canted my hips all the way back against him. I moved my ass back and forth.
“Definitely on Santa’s naughty list,” he whispered.
“Unh.” I grunted.
His cock rubbed against my crack and up to my tailbone. It was hard and hot against my bare skin. My balls tightened. Myown cock rubbed firmly against the sheet. Parker’s hand rubbed my abdomen, found my cock and began to milk it as he thrust against me again and again.
Utter bliss.
His fingers went from the base to the tip, teasing, squeezing. I moved my hips back and forth. His cock slid fast along my crack, teasing, thrusting.
I came into Parker’s hand, unable to hold back my cries. Warmth spread over my lower back. A palm rubbed the liquid into my skin.
Parker held me close afterward, panting into my hair. I turned and he kissed me. The kiss soared through me. I was wanted. I was cared for.
When we caught our breaths, Parker said, “All neat and tidy. Ready for the day.”
We had been tidy. The bed wasn’t wet. But when we got up, Parker stripped the bed and remade it, taking the dirty sheets downstairs to the laundry room.
I followed him around with my Christmas bear hugged to my chest. He kept smiling at me and tickling me under my chin.
“We go on the train tomorrow night, Daddy.”
