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“Yes, sir.”
I kept my ass up and my body frozen. Parker’s hands stroked my cheeks over and over. I heard him sigh twice.
“Beautiful.” The word was nearly a moan.
“I wanted to wear it for you, Daddy. So I can be ready for you after the train ride. So I’ll be good and ready.”
“I see.”
“Do want that? Do you want me, Daddy?”
I felt warmth. Then his body came over mine and he hugged me from behind. “More than ever. More than anything, sweetheart.”
Good. My plan had succeeded. My daddy loved it, and it felt like maybe, just maybe I was on my way to someday being a good boy.
As we stoodon the platform of Christmas Station, the old-fashioned dinner train made huffing and puffing noises. The air filled with steam.
The train was long with lots of dining cars. It had sold out, but online I’d seen a last-minute car added and it was how I got our tickets.
Snow lay shining alongside the tracks but the train itself was immaculate and glowing. The engine was manned, and the two engineers wore Santa suits.
Wreaths hung from the windows. Garlands and lights lit them up from the inside.
We boarded and found our table. It would be a three-hour ride. Our seats were our table, but we were also free to get up and walk around.
The meal would be many courses. I had prepaid for all of it. Including wine for both of us. On this occasion, I wanted to be a little more adult.
The dining cars were cheery with green table clothes and poinsettia centerpieces. Christmas music played on speakers, low and unintrusive.
Soon after we were seated, I heard the shout. “All aboard and Merry Christmas!”
The train was off.
Over the table, Parker took my hand. “This is the best gift.”
“Yeah, with more to come.” I squirmed in the chair. Even though it was cushioned, I felt the plug spreading me.
Parker winked, leaning forward and lowering his voice. “Can you feel it?”
“I sure do.” I leaned in until our faces were inches apart. “Can’t wait for the real thing.”
He shook his head at me, smiling. “Naughty boys at Christmas. What can you do?”
I grinned. I could tell by the pink tinge in his cheeks he was hard. He’d have to stay that way all through the train ride, same as me.
We both chose steak over turkey, with broccoli and fully loaded baked potatoes. And wine. For dessert, they served us cocoa with candy canes and ice cream topped brownies still warm and gooey from the oven.
At this rate, I’d be too full to fuck. But dinner was the earlier part of the ride. We were able to sit and sip wine afterward and look outside the big windows at the trees we passed, and the snow-covered hills. Some trees were decorated.
We passed houses on ponds all lit up, and two little towns which were obviously staged, and people dressed against the chill waved as we passed by. As the train headed on its circle track, we saw a castle all lit up. It was in miniature, but still magnificent. Beside the castle was a huge red sleigh. Santa sat on his porch with his reindeer grazing below and waved as we passed by.
“That’s too cool,” I said.
“Wonderful,” Parker echoed.
Slowly, the train came through canopies of trees and back down the little mountain. Santa Claus passed through all the cars handing out little baskets of ribbon candy. By the time we got back to Christmas Station, it was starting to snow. It was the perfect final bow for a perfect experience.
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