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### The Twelve Cocks of Christmas: Nicholas and the Secret Santa Game

Date: Wed, 8 Dec 2004 21:20:00 -0800 (PST)
From: GH JUNKKIE <gh_professional@yahoo.com>
Subject: "The Twelve Cocks of Christmas: Nicholas and the Secret Santa Game"

"The Twelve Cocks of Christmas: Nicholas and the Secret Santa Game"

By Santa's "Head" Elf, Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE
gh_professional@yahoo.com


DISCLAIMER:

You are advised not to read "The Twelve Cocks of Christmas: Nicholas and
the Secret Santa Game", if, what is otherwise a rather traditional
Christmas story depicting sexual perversion, offends your holiday
sensibilities in any way.

You are also advised (should you be the man in charge of such "festivities)
that you must never, ever "stuff" a child's stocking with anything but a
toy or sweet treats. After all, we do not want them reaching into their
stocking (the one you altered with that false flap in the footie) on
Christmas morning only to grab hold of something much, much harder (and
stickier) than hard candy.

Further, especially if you're a daddy, it is strongly recommended that when
your tots are all snug in their beds on Christmas Eve night, (and your
wife's asleep), that you not go into their bedroom, climb over them onto
their bed, open your robe and say, "Here! Look at your daddy's great, big
"sugar plums" dance, kids!"

Also, (although every high school guy is now certain to do it), it is never
wise to go around shooting your cum onto people only to walk away saying,
"HA! I just flocked you!"  I mean there's "Punk'd" and then there's punked,
ya know? Although appreciated in certain circles, you're taking a risk by
"flocking" the wrong person. Instead, a better seasonal "prank" might be to
get a bunch of your buddies together to make the "egg nog" for the holiday
party at your town's local bathhouse...or church rectory...where men
welcome such a white (...young and fresh...) Christmas!

And remember: Christmas is for kids. So, never do anything that may ruin it
for them. Adhere to all the laws in your area, and everyone (including YOU)
will be guaranteed a happy and safe holiday season.



PREFACE:

'Wow! This is a real big one!', you might be saying to yourself (and we
ain't even kneeling at a gloryhole!), as you marvel at how teeny-tiny that
scroll bar, which runs along the side of this window, can be!

Yes, 'tis the holiday season once again when the author wishes each of his
readers - fine, "upstanding" gentlemen all - a good winter's wank. And as
such, I trust you've sat down to this story with an extra big cuppa cocoa
since I've written "The Twelve Cocks of Christmas: Nicholas and the Secret
Santa Game" with the hope that it will keep your hand, er, busy (and your
trousers open) throughout the Christmas season. Consider it
Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE's Christmas gift to each and every one of his readers'
scrotums.

Hey! Now before you start saying that this is really irreverent - to write
so salacious a Christmas tale - let's get some stuff into
perspective. Okay?

Ah, methinks I hear a choir of angels singing!

 "Ohhhhhhhkaaaaayyyy!"

(And if you don't, well you better get into the Christmas spirit real soon,
GRINCH. It's right around the corner, after all).

Let us consider for a moment what is more irreverent:

A.) Some naughty story on the Internet that thousands and thousands of men
around the world are secretly beating off to as they read it...between
stringing the house with lights and putting their son's new bike together
for Christmas.

Or

B.) All those actual, live priests who, during Christmas mass this year,
will be placing a Host onto your own sons' little tongues...the same little
tongues which these priests know they've shot their ejaculate onto!

Clearly, the answer's got to be "B". I mean, if we're talking "irreverent",
we can really talk "irreverent" instead of getting our Christmas nightshirt
all in a bunch over some dirty Internet story, you know?

But back to Christmas!

Ah, gingerbread and candy canes! Cakes and meats and heaping plates of
food! Snowmen and lights and presents under the tree! Mom and dad and all
the kiddies! Carols and sleds and fires all aglow....

...GOD, STOP ME!

Well, that's one sort of Christmas anyway. Sure, you can swap out 'snowmen'
for 'palm trees' and 'fires all aglow' for a 'dip in the pool', but,
hopefully, your Christmas will look a little something like that. (And yes,
we purposefully omitted where your Aunt Susan throws candied yams into your
grandmother's face and calls her a "fuckin' bitch whore who fuckin' never
did anything for them when they were kids.")

:)

But lest our own Christmas traditions (traditions of the so-called
"normal") absorb our attentions completely, let us not forget the sluts
among us! For there are many, many men whose Christmas is not spent at
hearthside, nor roasting a goose nor decking the halls.

Rather, their Christmas is spent at sperm-gooey gloryholes and the crotches
of strangers!

Yes, there are always cum-swilling cocksuckers on duty in adult arcades -
even on Christmas (one man's cum is another man's figgy puddin', ya
know). So while you busy yourself as to make your family's Christmas a
happy one, don't forget our nation's cum dumps! For just as you remember
your paperboy and mailman with a holiday gift, you ought not forget those
fellas who suck your cock and eat your cum all throughout the year.

So I was thinking. This year, may I suggest to all my readers that rather
than dumping a dollar into a bucket or buying one too many McDonald's gift
certificates (for the neighbors who bring in your mail while you're out of
town), that, instead, during the holidays, when you're on the "down low"
looking for a blowjob at your local XXX arcade (you'll want one December
26th...trust me!), that you take a moment to slip some anonymous cocksucker
a buck or two...as a token of "thanks" to all the anonymous mouths that
have taken your loads throughout the year.

After all, you know its those cum-gulping guys you sometimes barely even
see who make the rest of your year "bright" as they "jingle your
bells"...to climax.

(Yes, you may groan HERE)

Heck, and wouldn't it be nice if an extra generous fellow among you were to
slip, say, a hundred-dollar bill to some cum-dump at the gloryhole? You
know, blow your seed into his mouth, pull your dick out of the hole and
then slip him a hundred?! Now THAT would be a great Christmas story (one
told only among men, of course). I mean, wouldn't it make you feel all warm
and good inside knowing that you helped a needy cumpig stay on the job for,
perhaps, another hundred men during the horny holidays?

So, I ask every guy reading this story, that in the spirit of Christmas,
take an extra dollar out of your wallet this season and hand it to the guy
swallowing your semen on the other side of that gloryhole. Heck, it may
even become a new Christmas tradition known only among guys that gloryhole!
Now that would be a nice tradition to add to all the tinseling and
wassailing!

"The Twelve Cocks of Christmas: Nicholas and the Secret Santa Game" is
written as a letter to Santa from six-year-old Nicholas. Read on to see how
much Christmas, er, "spirit" our little Nicholas has, not only at
Christmas, but also throughout the year. And may our story's young hero
prove to be an inspiration to all. For Christmas is not but a single day
but must live (and sometimes "swim") within us all the yearlong!


"The Twelve Cocks of Christmas: Nicholas and the Secret Santa Game"

By Santa's "Head" Elf, Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE
gh_professional@yahoo.com




PERSONAL! FOR SANTA CLAUS ONLY!

To: Santa Claus
North Pole, Arctic Circle


Dear Santa,


It's Nicholas here again, Santa! Or as my daddy sometimes calls me, "his
little Frankfurt" (but he only calls me that when we're alone) and I live
in...well, you know where I live since you're Santa Claus!

I hope you and Mrs. Claus have been well. I imagine that you must be busy
up there at the North Pole.  My mommy and daddy watched "Here Comes Santa
Claus" with me last night on t.v., so I know that you have a million, maybe
even a billion toys still to make since Christmas Eve is in just a few
days.

And I know you must get lots and lots of mail from boys and girls around
the World but I hope you have the time to read this super secret letter
because I want to tell you how extra special I have been all year.

I don't want any toys in this letter. Yes, this is the extra special secret
letter that I send to you every December - ever since I was born. My mommy
helps me with the other one where I ask you for presents and toys. In fact,
your elves might already be working on my other Christmas List letter to
you that my mommy helped me with (even though a Dino-Battlestar game would
be super cool if you can bring me one anyway - just in case your elves
forget).

But you know that you also get this extra special one from me every year,
too. Don't you? Sure you do! Because you're Santa Claus, after all!

I have to be real honest with you, Santa. My daddy wrote all my other
special secret Santa letters to you ever since I was a baby since I was too
little to help him out much. But now I can! Now that I'm in first grade at
Apple Grove Elementary I can tell him exactly what to say and I can even
spell out some sentences (just the easy ones though). But, he still needs
to help me a lot with this special secret letter to Santa (especially with
the big words)! I hope that you don't mind.

Let's see, what's new since my letter to you last year? You're Santa, so
you know that I'm pretty much like any other little boy. I like Barney the
Dinosaur and going to Burger King. I am looking forward to Christmas. But
none of that's really new.

I did turn six years old and I started school this year. School's been
fun. I am doing good in Counting and in Reading. My best friend at school
is Morton. He's Jewish but he likes you too. Bring him a toy if you can
bring them to Jewish kids without getting into trouble. Thanks!

I grew a little, too, this year, Santa. My daddy measured me in the
bathroom last night right after we took a bath. So I know that I'm exactly
forty-nine and one-quarter inches tall. And we even secretly used my
mommy's good scale so I could tell you I am fifty-one pounds. And that's
real exact since I wasn't wearing any shoes...or anything else either! (My
daddy even dried me off so the water wouldn't count.).

My hair got a little darker this year, which makes my daddy a little
unhappy. He liked all my sandy blonde hair but its getting darker as I get
bigger. But like my mommy said to him, "Its still a mop" (she's going to
take me for my Christmastime haircut tomorrow).

I was in Pee-Wee League all last Spring even though I wasn't very good at
hitting the ball. I don't like it very much. I hope that's okay because I
like other things a whole lot more.

In the summer, we went to DisneyWorld where Goofy gave me a great big hug!
It was so silly, it was like he didn't want to let go! (I did do something
at our hotel that I can tell you about).

Yes, most importantly this year, you'll be happy to know (I hope) that I'm
still playing the super secret Santa game! It's your game that my daddy's
has me play every year since I was born. You know, that secret game that my
daddy told me you want all little boys to play in order to prove we're
extra good!

And I know it must be a true game because every Christmas, I get everything
on my list!

Just like every year, I did all twelve this year, too, Santa! My daddy said
that you want us little boys to do one for each of the Twelve Days of
Christmas. But since we're so little, we only have to do one each month as
long as they're all done before Christmas Eve.

I did my twelve this year by December 4th! And my daddy helped with most of
them, Santa. But like he said, your rules say that daddies can help as much
as they need to.

So, here's my super secret Christmas List for this year, Santa. I hope I
played the Secret Santa Game alright this year. I know that last year I did
fifteen but that was only because we couldn't stop three from trying to
help me with the game. But my daddy said those extra three would make it an
even extra special Christmas and, you know what? It was! (Thank you, Santa,
for the three extra Bob the Builder toys under the Christmas tree last
year)!



Nicholas' Twelve Cocks of Christmas List for 2004:


JANUARY:

You'll be proud, Santa! This year's Secret Santa Game started really
early. I went with my daddy and mommy to a New Years Eve party at the house
of our next door neighbors. The Landers are really sort of nice even though
they have no kids my age. Their youngest daughter, Ginny, wasn't there but
she was my babysitter until she went to college this fall.

All the mommies were in long dresses and the daddies wore those funny
tuxedo suits. I even had to wear the one my mommy bought for me. I was the
only little kid at the party but the Landers said that would be okay since
we live just next door. They even said that I could nap in a bedroom if I
couldn't stay up all the way until midnight.

It was sort of fun in the beginning. I ate cheese and had soda. But then
there was a whole lot of adult food. My mommy had me try some caviar stuff
but it was salty and it's like fish eggs! How gross is that! Even though it
was fun, after a couple of hours, I got bored and tired. So at about 10:30
p.m., my mommy and Mrs. Landers brought me to a bedroom upstairs where they
said I could sleep. My mommy took off my tuxedo coat and little tie and
then promised that she or my daddy would wake me before midnight.

I don't know what room it was that I was in. It must have been a guest
bedroom because it wasn't a master bedroom or Ginny's old bedroom. I knew
that much having been in their house a couple of times before. It was sort
of a pretty room with a big bed but sort of scary, too, since it was so
dark. But I was more tired than I thought and fell asleep before I knew it.

Later, although some loud noises coming from downstairs woke me, I was so
sleepy that I kept my eyes closed. At about the same time, over me, I heard
my mommy whisper to someone, "Oh, let him sleep. We'll wake him when its
time to go."

I don't know how much time then past, but it seemed only a little while,
when someone else opened the bedroom door. That time I awoke. Actually, the
light from the hallway woke me as some shadowy figure entered the
bedroom. But I laid still afraid but excited for some reason.

In a tuxedo like all the other men, this man I didn't know at all sort of
slowly stumbled in through the door and lightly slammed it shut as he fell
backwards onto the large mattress. His head almost hit my knee as he fell
flat onto his back. I jumped a little in the darkness but almost
immediately realized that this man was already sound asleep. He was
snoring! And he smelled like those drinks only adults can drink.

I didn't know what to do since, to be honest, Santa, I didn't want to go
back downstairs to the adult's party. I didn't even know what time it was -
if it was before or after midnight.

The bed barely moved as this very tall man snored, his weight, pressing
down the mattress.

And then I remembered the Secret Santa Game! With the door closed, it was
dark in the room so I scooted down the bed to feel the man in his crotch!
You know, like my daddy said you want us to do. He felt real big inside his
pants. I could tell it wasn't hard but it felt big even through the fabric.

He seemed really asleep, like in a real deep sleep, so I pushed up that
thing around his waist, the crumberbund or whatever you call it, to find
his zipper. And you know what I did, Santa Claus? Yes, I tugged his zipper
all the way down and slipped my little hand into his fly. And you know
what? The man wasn't wearing any underpants! Not even the type like boxers
that daddies wear.

So I could feel his pee-pee real fast. It was all hot and scratchy because
of he was a man and has hair down there. And it felt super big, like really
thick meat or like when I grab my mommy's wrist sometimes.

And he did what all daddies do. It started getting thicker and bigger as I
played with it. So I knew I had to pull it out of his fly before it got too
big and hard to get it out. I was so happy because I knew that this man
would be the first Cock of Christmas on my 2004 list.

The man even had all that extra skin some daddies have when I went to suck
on it. It made the head of his penis super wet and chewy to suck on. But
after the ones I did other years, I've gotten used to all that skin
stuff. He moaned a couple of times but between moans, he was snoring! It
was weird, Santa.

I sucked as much of his penis into my mouth as I could fit. It never got
super hard but it was big and I couldn't get it all in before I tasted that
salty stuff daddies make, you know, the milk that daddies make when they're
happy.

I drank it all since I know that's an important part of playing the game
right, Santa. I left him like that then, with his penis hanging out of his
fly as I got off the bed and left the room. I took my tuxedo coat and tie
and I went downstairs where my mom was playing charades with a group of
people in the living room.

But then I saw my daddy in the dining room talking a woman. It was
Mrs. Kleinschmidt, my pre-school teacher! What was she doing at this party?
So I went up to them and she said hello and gave me a hug. I asked my daddy
to put my tie back on me and as he did, Mrs. Kleinschmidt asked where I had
been all evening. I said I was upstairs napping. That's when she said, "Oh,
that's where my husband just went. Up to sleep before we get some coffee
into him."

I didn't know what she meant by coffee, but my first Cock of Christmas,
Santa, belonged to my pre-school teacher's husband!



FEBRUARY:

My second Cock of Christmas, Santa, happened when my daddy's office had a
"Take Your Kid to Work" Day, as they do every year. I never was old enough
to go to one for a whole day before. Other years, my mommy would come along
and then leave with me after an hour or two. But this year, I got to go
alone with daddy to his office downtown for the whole day!

When we got on the train, my daddy asked if I was up to playing the Secret
Santa Game that day. He just wanted to make sure that I did all the cocks I
had to do for the year. I nodded and giggled knowing that playing the
Secret Santa game would make the day all the more special.

We got to daddy's office at nine in the morning and all the women made a
big fuss over me. His secretaries hugged me and gave me colored pens to
play with. Then I met some of daddy's co-workers and they were real nice to
me, too.

Before lunchtime, my daddy had me ride the elevator up several floors. He
wanted to introduce me to his boss. I was sort of scared, Santa, since I
felt the same way I do when I meet go to meet you at the department store.

But he was real nice. He was tall and old, probably old like you but
Mr. DeBeers didn't have your belly or beard or jolly laugh or anything like
that. He wore a suit like my daddy's - gray pin stripes. And he had on a
yellow tie.

We went into his office and he showed me the pictures of his own family
that were on a table behind his desk. Even though he looked nothing like
you, Santa, his wife sure looked like Mrs. Claus! And his kids were like my
mommy's age! Well, maybe younger but not that much.

He asked us to join him for lunch but my dad declined knowing there was
other business his boss had to attend to. So we left his office and went to
offices on the same executive floor. We said a quick hello to some of
daddy's other bosses, the vice-presidents, I think they're called (even
though they're not in Washington). We said hello to two men and a scary
looking woman in different offices.

As we started to the elevators, we again saw my daddy's boss, Mr. DeBeers
and he waved as he headed into a men's room down the hallway. As we waited
for an elevator, my daddy gripped my shoulders and whispered, "Want to try
to play this month's game?"

I nodded although I didn't know what he meant or how we could play. He then
gestured down the hallway to the men's room into which his boss had
entered. I looked at my daddy quizzically not knowing if it would be okay
to play the game in there and with Mr. DeBeers.

"Go give it a try", my dad whispered with a smile as he nodded for me to go
into the restroom. "I'll wait here. I won't go anywhere. You'll be
okay. You have to do it for Santa."

I knew I had to at least try, Santa, when my daddy said that. So I went
down the corridor and slowly opened the door to the executive men's room.

At first I didn't hear or see anyone inside but then I noticed one of the
two stall doors was closed. It was very quiet in there and so I almost
tiptoed over to the empty stall. But before I went into it, I have to tell
you Santa, and I hope it doesn't make me bad boy, but I peeped into the
other stall.

And you know what I saw inside? It was my daddy's boss, Mr. DeBeers and he
was sitting on the pot reading a newspaper! He looked up and knitted his
brow a little - you know, like he wasn't expecting someone to be looking in
on him or something. My heart thumped like your Rudolph's hooves or
something! And I darted into the other stall where I shut the door.

It was all clean and marble and then I didn't know what to do. But there
was a separation between the partition and the floor. And it was sort of
high. I could see Mr. DeBeer's expensive, shiny right shoe!

So I just bent down and looked under the partition. I didn't think he'd see
me doing that. But apparently he did. Because I heard him close up his
newspaper.

I was scared but still not thinking he'd notice me, I leaned down further
and looked at his shoes. His pants were on them and when I looked up, I saw
he wore very long, black socks - all the way up his hairy calf!

When I looked under the stall even more, I suddenly saw him looking down at
me. But he didn't seem mad or anything. He was even grinning a little as he
looked down at my mop of hair.

Without saying anything, he shifted a bit and spread his legs real
wide. And that's when I could see his cock! His penis, Santa, was huge! It
looked as thick as my Nerf football! And it quickly got real hard even
though it was surrounded in salt and pepper man hairs. You know, that hair
daddies have around their pee-pees.

Then he started stroking it while he grinned down at me. It got even huger
and I could see his huge nuts when he started jacking off.

I wondered if he's let me suck it so I could play the Secret Santa game for
the month. I was scared that he might not let me. But I didn't even know
how to ask him. I watched him wag his huge cock at me and then he wagged it
some more.

Suddenly, he scared me when he stood up. He pulled up his trousers and
quietly opened his door and came around to my stall. He told me to unlock
the door.

As I opened my door, Mr. DeBeers looked at the main door as he held up his
suit trousers.

He then looked at me and asked where my daddy was. I said I didn't know but
was suppose to meet him at the elevators.

He then shook his head as if he could hardly believe what he was doing and
told me to sit on the potty.

"You want to do this?", he asked in a whisper.

I told him I did and that I had to for Santa.

Mr. De Beers looked at me as if he had never even heard of the Secret Santa
game but he told me to be quiet as he stepped into the stall with me. As he
did, he let go of his trousers and they fell down his long, hairy
thighs. His huge cock was bouncing right in my face.

"You want to suck this big cock, son?", he whispered as he wagged it in my
face. "Little sweetie want to suck out some of my seed?"

I nodded as I reached out and wrapped my little fist around the hot cock.

He let go and put his hands on his hips as he watched me put his erection
into my mouth.

"Such a little baby sucking my cock", he mumbled to himself as his knees
bent, "Fucking baby boy got my cock in his mouth."

I sucked and sucked as he kept leaning out of the stall to make sure no one
was coming in. He then watched some more as I sucked as much of his huge
cock as I could. He stroked his hand through my hair gently as he mumbled,
"Baby sucking me. Oh, my god."

In only a minute, Mr. De Beers was shooting all that warm, salty milk into
my mouth. He firmly held my head in place as he unloaded every shot his
salt'n'pepper scratchy-hair coated nuts could squirt up.

Quickly he then jumped back into his own stall and shut the door. I looked
under the partition as I continued to swallow his milk and could see him
furiously and nervously tucking his shirt into his slacks. He zipped up and
grabbed his suit jacket.

I opened my stall and went to the sink next to where he washed his
hands. He looked at the main door again and then whispered, "That was
wonderful." Then as he looked closely at my shirt and trousers, he sternly
asked, "I didn't get any on you, did I? I hope you don't tell your daddy or
anyone else."

I just looked at my daddy's boss and said, "Oh, no, if you tell, Santa
won't count it."

And again, Mr. DeBeers knitted his brow, not understanding. But he smiled
and patted my head as he said, "That's a good boy. And I think you just
earned your daddy an extra bonus this Christmas."



MARCH:

My Grandpa Jameston, my daddy's daddy, was my third Cock of Christmas,
Santa. I hope that's okay since daddy said your rules say that a boy can
suck his daddy's penis. I mean, even though Grandpa Jameston isn't my
daddy, he sort of is because he's my grandpa, right?

It was Spring vacation and I had ten whole days off from pre-school! It was
cool because I got to fly my new kite in the park and everything that
week. My Grandpa and Grandma Jameston came to visit us during that vacation
and he brought me a Spiderman kite. It's the bestest kite ever, Santa
(maybe you can bring one to Morton this Christmas?).

My daddy had to go to his work and my mommy and her mommy went out
shopping. So my Grandpa Jameston said he'd take me to the park so he could
show me how to fly the kite. I even got to drive in the car he and grandma
rented.

I didn't know how to get to the park but my grandpa had it marked on a map
in the car so that was good. In the morning, we went to the same park I go
to sometimes with my mommy after school. It has swings and a slide at one
end. And the other end has a big bathroom that's like a little house or
something. And behind it are all these scary trails. My mommy never lets me
go near the trails. We usually play on the swings and then go home.

But this time, my grandpa even parked in a different place. He parked way
far away from where mommy usually parks near the swings. Instead we parked
near the bathroom building and all the trails, dark from all the trees
there.

When we got out of the car, I saw a man in another car looking at us out
his window. He was parked but was just sitting there. Isn't that funny,
Santa? All these trails and play places and he sits in his car?

Grandpa Jameston got my kite from the trunk and had to open it up and
everything. Then we walked to an open area next to the bathroom house and
he showed me how to run with my kite. And Spiderman was like flying! But it
wasn't windy enough and it kept swirling around and fell. There just wasn't
enough wind there so we put the kite back in the car before it got all
ripped up.

But that was okay because we got it to fly for like fifteen minutes. When
we went back to grandpa's car to put the kite away, two men were standing
next to the car next to ours. They were older like my grandpa is. He's
fifty-five, Santa! Are you that old?

We got in the car and rolled down the windows since my grandpa said it was
too early to go right home. It was sort of cold but it was just fun being
there.

My grandpa brought his newspaper and started doing the crossword puzzles he
does all the time. But he bought me a new Etch-a-Sketch so I could do
drawings while we sat in the car. It was funny how the men standing next to
a car kept looking at us.

Then my grandpa said he had to go to the bathroom and that I should wait
for him in the car. He got out and I kept playing with my Etch-a-Sketch
while he went into the bathroom house. I looked at the other cars and saw
the two men were also watching. But then they turned and smiled at me. It
was weird.

I was trying to draw a sleigh like you have when one of the men walked up
to my window and said hello. It sort of scared me but he looked nice. He
asked if that was my grandpa I was with and I said he was. That he was
visiting from Scottsdale, Arizona.

I kept wondering where my grandpa was since this man kept talking to me
while his friend listened to every word from where he stood next to the
other car. Then the man told me that I should go into the bathroom and see
what happened to my grandpa - see if he was okay since he was in there for
a while.

I asked if he thought he might be sick or something and the man smiled
saying that no one could be sure if someone didn't look and see. He said he
and his friend would watch the car if I wanted while I went inside the
bathroom. I said okay but he couldn't move my Etch-a-Sketch. He looked at
my sleigh, Santa, and said it looked really good. That his own grandsons
couldn't draw so good.

I got out of the car and went up the hill to the bathroom building. I
looked back at the cars and saw the two men make a motion urging me to
enter it.

I went in and it was real quiet, Santa. I didn't see anyone so I went
around this wall to where the stalls are. There were only two stalls and
both were locked. But suddenly one opened and this man ran out. He hardly
looked at me, Santa. He just ran out of the bathroom like I had scared him
or something.

But when I looked into his empty stall, you know what I saw, Santa? I saw
this big, long erection sticking through the partition! It was just
sticking through this hole in the wall. So I figured, that could be my
third Cock of Christmas!

So I went into the stall and didn't even close my door all the way. I put
the big penis into my mouth. As I did, I knew it was all shiny and
wet. Maybe that other man had been sucking it. Sometimes spit makes it all
wet that way, right?

I started sucking it as deep as I could but it was pretty long. And it
tasted all salty but sort of sweet. I didn't even have to suck it that much
when it started doing what all daddies do. You know, it started making that
milky juice daddies make. I let it shoot it right into my mouth because I
know that's an important part of the Secret Santa game. It was all salty
and thick but watery too. I tried hard not to cough too much but I have to
be honest. It was so much that I coughed a few times. I hope that's okay,
Santa. But I did drink most of all the milk.

Then I got scared because I knew my grandpa might be back at the car and
wonder where I went to. So I ran straight out of there and down the hill
back to the car. The two men were now joined by that other man who had also
run out. They stood near my grandpa's car and smiled at me when I
approached.

I jumped back into the car and they came to my open window, smiling at
me. It was weird that these men were so friendly. I never see them when I'm
in the park with my mommy or anything. The one who told me to go into the
bathroom said it looked like I'd been a good boy! I asked how he knew and
he pulled out a handkerchief from his front pocket and wiped my chin. All
he said when he showed it to his friends was "Yeah, he was a good boy."

Then I saw my Grandpa Jameston leave the bathroom house and the men quickly
scrambled back to the other cars. I wondered how my grandpa was coming out
of there since I hadn't seen him at all when I suddenly realized who owned
the big long penis.

He came back to the car and said he was glad I hadn't left the car. I lied,
Santa, and said I was there drawing on my Etch-a-Sketch the whole time. I
hope that doesn't make me a bad boy, for lying. But I had to so I could
play the Secret Santa game.



APRIL:

We got new neighbors in April. They moved into the house behind our
house. I am sure you must know that already because they have three kids
and so you have to know their new address so you can bring the right
presents to the right house. None of them are my age, though, which isn't
any fun. Well, sort of no fun for playing with toys and stuff.

Their name is Hartman. Mrs. Hartman is pretty and just had a new baby. And
they also have a girl who is like nine years old. And their oldest is a boy
who's way older. He's a teenager! He's thirteen, I think. He's almost as
tall his dad already.

His name is Dallas and he's kind of handsome. But he's not very nice. I saw
him throw a robin's nest across his yard so he could see the eggs
smash. That isn't very nice, is it, Santa? (I recommend you put him on your
'Naughty' list for sure this year).

I was home from pre-school one afternoon and was playing in my sandbox
while my mommy was inside washing clothes. And Dallas came up to the fence
and asked if I liked playing special games. I nodded and he asked if I
wanted to play with a big boy for a little while.

Even though he sort of scares me, I was thrilled that an older boy - a
teenager - wanted to play with me. So I asked if he wanted to play in my
sandbox. I even said he could use my red dump trunk.

But he laughed at me and said that was a little kid game. He then said I
should come over the fence and play in his yard if I wasn't too babyish.

So I quickly stood up and said I wasn't a baby. And he said "Prove it. I
dare you to come over here and play with a big kid."

I said I had to tell my mommy where I was going but he laughed and said,
"So you are just a baby. Forget it." And he started to walk away. But I
quickly told him to wait.

And he said, "For what? A baby to ask his mother if he can play?"

So I said I didn't have to ask and he smiled. He came back to the fence and
said, "Come on, then, hop the fence and we'll play. I dare ya!"

I climbed the fence and he had to help lift me down from the other
side. But I did it and felt so grown up. It was like an adventure. Their
yard wasn't as big as ours but had a lot more trees. I asked Dallas what he
wanted to play and all he'd say was that he'd show me.

We walked us over to their house and it was so quiet that I asked where his
mommy and everyone was. And he said his dad was at work and his mother had
to take his sisters to the pediatrician. But then he said that we could
play anyway as went to a back door and opened it. It led down to their
basement where he said we could play and "not make too much noise". He said
there was a real cool down there.

I was scared but excited and went down the stairs with him. It looked sort
of like our basement at home. There was a lawn mower, a snow blower and a
utility sink in one area. And further back there was a ping-pong table and
many boxes piled up. I asked him if we were going to play ping-pong? And
Dallas laughed and said no, that he had a better game.

He went over to a box in a corner and opened it, He rummaged around and
pulled out a stack of magazines. He then told me to come sit in the corner
with him.

"Ever see one of these?", he asked. And I shook my head. Santa, the first
magazine had a naked lady on the cover! She wasn't wearing anything at
all. I mean, you could see her mommy boobies and everything.

Dallas said that his dad hid the magazines there and didn't mind if he
rummaged through them as he showed me another one. People were doing all
sorts of naughty things in them. One showed a lady surrounded by like a
bunch of daddies. And all the daddies had their wienies out.

And one showed her holding two of their wienies. I was so scared but so
excited, too, Santa. I have to be honest with you. I got a hardie looking
at them.

And so did Dallas. I could tell. His pants were making a poking motion as
they pointed out like a tent. Sometimes, I know, that happens to men and
teen boys, Santa. So I knew that the pictures made Dallas all excited too.

He then pointed to a picture of the woman sucking a really, really huge
penis. And Dallas asked me if I knew what she was doing. I was scared to
tell him but I nodded anyway. And he said, "You do?", like he didn't
believe me or something. So he asked me what she was doing. And I said,
"She's giving that daddy a BJ."

And Dallas said, like he was surprised, "You know what a BLOWJOB is?"

And I shook my head as I frowned a bit.

"You just said that you know she's giving him a blowjob...a BJ."

"Oh, a BJ, yeah", I answered. "Is that the same as a blowjob?"

And Dallas looked at me and then laughed as he said, "Yeah. Man, you are
little. But that's okay. Yeah, they call a blowjob, a BJ sometimes."

I was sort of embarrassed because I didn't know it meant the same thing. My
daddy always called them BJs when I did it for him.

"But you're a pretty cool little kid for knowing what a BJ is", Dallas
said. And I felt so good since a teenager was telling me I was cool.

He then flipped through some other magazines, showing me the pictures. One
had a man in a weird swing with like more than twelve other men standing
around him with their penises out. And I thought that I should tell you
about that Santa. That would be an easy way for a little boy to play your
Secret Santa game! In a swing like that, he could do all Twelve Cocks of
Christmas at like one time! You might want to think about that, Santa!

Dallas pointed to a picture of the man who was in the swing. His mouth had
two cocks in it and was full of white stuff. It must have been the milk
that daddies make, right, Santa? That's what Dallas said it was and I could
tell it was.

Dallas asked if I knew that sometimes people eat that stuff and I said that
I knew that. Then I said too much when I said, "It's sort of sweet but
kinda salty, too."

And that's when Dallas grinned big at me as he asked, "How does such a
little kid like you know that? How do you know what cum tastes like?"

I got all embarrassed but figured that maybe, since he was big enough, old
enough, Dallas might be okay to be my fourth Cock of Christmas, I should
tell him. I mean, my daddy said that teenaged boys could make the same milk
that daddies make and that were okay for the game.

So I said that I ate some. And he looked amazed, like really surprised. He
said, "You have? Cool! So you must have given a blow...BJ before then,
right?"

I nodded and he grinned even bigger. "Want to blow me?", he then
asked. "Come on, give me a BJ, okay?", he said as he jumped to his feet.

I looked at his bulge and he saw me looking. He said, "I bet you're good,
huh? You give me a BJ, okay?"

I nodded and he said, "Yeah, Nicholas, you're a cooler little kid than I'd
have figured. We can be pals if you blow me."

I smiled and said I'd suck it for him. He didn't know I was just playing
the Secret Santa game though. And so he didn't have any idea that he was
just my fourth Cock of Christmas for the game.

But he didn't seem to care and he opened his baggy jeans real fast. I could
see he was super hard in his white underpants. There was even a big gooey
wet spot where some of his milky stuff was already oozing. He then pulled
his white Jockeys over his boner and down his smooth thighs. He was a
bigger kid, a teenager and all. But, Santa, his pee-pee was even bigger
than some of the daddies I have sucked for the game.

Dallas grinned at me and asked if I liked his cock and I nodded big. I love
cock even though I suppose I shouldn't admit that. I mean, I hope the fact
I love it doesn't make me "Naughty" even though I'm playing the game.

He stepped up to me and sort of forcefully pushed his boner into my mouth
as he grabbed my hair and started fucking my throat. I gagged and gagged
but he wouldn't let up. But it was okay and sort of fun even since he'd
then suddenly release me so I could catch my breath. He then would fuck my
throat again and then release. He even slapped his big boner against my
cheeks a few times. I suppose he had learned a few things from all the
dirty magazines his daddy let him read.

Then he shot his stuff in my mouth. He called it cum. He shot his milk in
my mouth while he held my jaw and watched his penis shoot all the cum
straight into my mouth. It was a lot of white cum but I guess teenage boys
make a lot. Am I right, Santa?

When he was finished he stepped away and pulled up his jeans and closed
them. He didn't say much. He just said, I'd best get back to my own house
before my mom might get worried. I got up off the basement floor, still
tasting Dallas' cum and asked if I played okay.

And he said "Yeah. You're a cool little kid. You better go home now
though."

He opened the basement door and said to go around to the gate so he
wouldn't have to help me hop the fence again. I got back to my yard and
went back to my sandbox to play some more, the taste of sperm on my tongue
still, when Dallas appeared again at the fence. I looked up at him and saw
he was holding a Tonka fire engine.

"Come here", he said as he looked all around my yard.

I got up and met him at the fence. He said, "It's not new, a little beat
up. But it was mine when I was little like you. You can have it."

I looked at the fire engine and smiled big as I said, "Really?"

"Yeah, really", Dallas said nervously. "You can have it for being a cool
little kid...and cool little kids don't tell grown ups anything, right? I
mean, parents don't understand a kid my age playing with a kid your
age. So, it's to keep it secret, okay?"

I agreed as he handed me the truck. I said I wouldn't tell anybody about my
playing with him. I mean, you know Santa that I've kept the Secret Santa
game a secret with my daddy since I was born.

"Cool", Dallas said. "So we can play the same game again? That okay with
you?"

And as I told him, "Sure", my mommy came out to the backyard. She waved at
Dallas. He waved back hesitantly but said to me, "I better get going." And
he raced back and jumped onto his bike.

My mommy asked what I had there. And I said that Dallas had given me his
old toy. And all she said, "Well, he seems to be an awfully nice young man,
doesn't he, Nicholas?"



MAY:

My daddy took me to our community swimming pool on the very first day that
it re-opened for the summertime season. It was a Tuesday morning, a school
day, when we went. And since he had the day off, he decided to keep me home
from school as well. My mommy didn't want to go because she was just
getting over cold.

It wasn't every crowded at the pool as you can imagine, Santa. There were
no kids my age at all there since it was just ten in the morning. There was
an older lady working the desk and the lifeguard was a real pretty lady
with blonde hair wearing a red swimsuit like they wear on 'Baywatch'. But I
think other than my daddy and me, there were only four other people at the
pool.

We first went into the changing room for boys and men. It was empty in
there so we had our pick of lockers. In there are all these lockers and a
bathroom and a shower room. On the weekends, its jam packed with men and
boys, mostly daddies and their sons. But that morning, we were the only two
in there.

My daddy smiled as he stripped off his pants and shirt. He likes it when I
look at his body. He had a real hairy chest and big wienie, Santa. He
watched me as I took off all my clothes and called me his "little
Frankfurt" as he lightly tugged my pee-pee. That tickles and always makes
me laugh, Santa.

Daddy pulled on his swimsuit and then helped me put on mine, a little blue
Speedo. After locking our lockers, we grabbed our towels and went out the
pool. There were three older ladies all in flowery swimsuits sitting around
a table with an umbrella over it. But other than them, we had the pick of
reclining chairs. So we took two on the opposite side of the pool from both
them and where the lifeguard lady usually sat. Since it was so empty, she
busied herself with straightening up chairs and equipment.

Immediately daddy and I jumped into the pool. It felt cold at first but
then got real nice. I don't know how to swim too well so my daddy was
holding me most of the time. But that's okay because we have a special pool
game we always play. I grab at his bulge under the water as he wrestles
me. No one can see what we're really doing and it's always fun.

We splashed around and played then got out for a little while. It's tiring
for a little kid like me to stay afloat that long! When we sat in our
chairs, my daddy motioned for me to look across the pool. There was a man
lying on a chair with sunglasses on. He was reading a magazine. As I
looked, I saw he had a real nice bulge in his beige swimsuit.

My daddy put suntan lotion on me and his big hand felt good all over. And
then I got to do the same to him. When I was rubbing the lotion on my
daddy's back and then over his shoulders rubbing it into his pecs, the man
across the pool looked up and watched. I rubbed my daddy's big biceps with
lotion as this man, even from behind his sunglasses, seemed to be staring
at us.

I got to rub my hands a little bit around to my daddy's hairy stomach but
then he had me stop as he saw the lifeguard lady make her way toward us as
she moved cushions.

"Hi, you two", she said as she moved a cushion on an empty chair beside
us. "You picked a good day. Hope you're having fun". She then went on with
her duties as she moved on to the next chairs.

When she got to the other side of the pool, she seemed to say the same
thing to the man with the sunglasses as she straightened more cushions.

As we watched, my daddy said, "Why don't you go back to our locker, son?"

At first I didn't understand why and asked, "You mean alone? Why?"

My daddy gestured with his chin toward the man across the pool. "Why don't
we see if he might want to play the Secret Santa game with you. You need to
do one for May, you know."

I smiled knowing it might be neat if this man wanted his penis sucked. I
hadn't sucked a penis since giving a BJ to Dallas.

"Go on back there", daddy said. "We'll see what he does. I'll go in and get
you if he doesn't get up. Okay?"

I happily, almost excitedly agreed and walked back to the changing room
building, and entered the Boys/Men door.

Nobody was inside at all. Even though there were skylights overhead, making
it almost as bright inside as outside, the room felt colder than out by the
pool because of all the tile and damp air from the shower room. I didn't
know where to go or what to do, so I went over to our locker and jiggled
the handle. It was locked but made a cool noise anyway.

It was barely a minute later when I heard someone enter from the poolside
door. I hoped it wouldn't be my daddy saying the man wasn't making a
move. My little heart raced when I saw it was the man with the sunglasses!

I stood by our locker although I wouldn't have been able to open it if
asked. I didn't quite know what to do so I just stood there looking at the
plaque on it "No.47". From the corner of my eye, I could see the man as he
walked over to his locker. And upclose, he looked really tall. At the pool,
I had noticed that his feet hung off his reclining chair but he almost
looked two times taller than me!

He had his sunglasses on so I don't know what color his eyes were,
Santa. But his swimsuit was this light colored beige and although it wasn't
one like mine, a Speedo, it was real clingy and I could see his bulge real
good. It was almost like you could see the outline of his penis through
it. It was real big looking, too. He stood at his locker and opened its
door to look for something although I couldn't tell what. He then relocked
it and walked over toward the bathroom part of the locker room. As he
passed me, he didn't even say hello or anything. He just looked down at
where I stood and nodded. I couldn't even see his eyes through the dark
sunglasses he had on.

Even though he didn't seem interested in getting a BJ from me, I thought
maybe I would at least try to get a look at his penis. I like penises,
Santa. Is that okay? I hope it is.

I followed him into the bathroom part, which is around a corner from the
locker room. And he was standing at a urinal with his enormous wee-wee
hanging out! He held his swimsuit down under his huge "bag of goodies" as
my daddy tells me to call them. But I think they're called the skr-o-tem or
something like that. His were real smooth not like my daddy's but they were
huge like his wee-wee was. He just stared at the tiles in front of him,
like he didn't even notice I was there or anything.

So I went to the urinal right next to his and pretended to pee. I pulled my
red Speedo down to my knees like I always do at the urinals and just
pretended to go. But it let me be right along side the man and his huge
pee-pee. He was so tall, it was almost level to my face, Santa! Knowing how
much men like BJs, I know why they must like little boys my age, Santa. It
makes getting one so easy. Am I right?

He just stood there, not even doing anything. His really big penis just
hung out as he had his hands on his hips. Still, he didn't say or do
anything, Santa. So I didn't know what to do. But he did seem to be letting
me look.

And I knew I had to suck on it if I was going to play the Secret Santa
game. I mean just looking at men's penises at the urinals doesn't count,
right, Santa? My daddy even said that even if men let me play with their
penis in my hands it doesn't really count. To play the game right, a little
boy has to suck it and swallow the cum out of them. Those are the rules.
As I looked at the man's penis, it got really, really big and hard as it
pointed toward his urinal. I even watched it bob up and down several
times. My own little pee-pee was super hard just looking at him.

Then in a really, really, really deep voice the man asked, "Little boy like
what he sees?"

His voice almost scared me it was so deep. But he's an adult man so I
suppose some men can talk that deep when they're men. But still his voice
was super deep.

I looked up at where his sunglasses hid his eyes and smiled at him as he
said, "It's yours then." He then turned toward me, letting his huge cock
bounce around in front of me as he added, "Show me what a little one like
you came in here to do."

Without any further prompting, I grasped the man's huge boner in my two
hands. And as I did, the man's knees bent slightly as he let out a small
groan. He then groaned more when he saw me put the big head of his cock up
to my lips.

"Baby's going to suck it, huh?", he said sounding all happy and shocked at
the same time. I just nodded as I put his pee-pee into my mouth and started
sucking him. I wanted him to be my fifth Cock of Christmas. And he was so
big, he almost should count as two, Santa. But I know that would be
cheating.

He bent back and watched every second of his BJ through his dark
sunglasses. He even gently held the back of my head and neck every so often
to make sure his huge erection didn't go too far down my throat and maybe
hurt me. He was very nice. While I was giving him a BJ, he'd even reach
right over me and stick his fingers into my butt. I know it's not a part of
the Secret Santa game but it feels real good sometimes. I hope you don't
mind if I let men do that. I mean, I still play the game right since I suck
on them and swallow their cum, Santa.

I think we played like that for almost ten minutes. I was so glad nobody
came in. And I figured my daddy knew the man must be playing the game with
me because he never came in either.

When the man's penis started to get super-duper thick, you know how when
daddies are about to shoot their milky stuff? He pulled his penis out of my
mouth and jerked it as he asked, "You don't want...I mean, you don't drink
this stuff, do you?"

"I have to drink it!", I nearly exclaimed, so afraid he was going to ruin
the Secret Santa game.

"You have to?", he asked as he jerked his cock a bit faster. "You have to
drink men's cum, huh?", he added as he smiled down at me.

I just nodded and opened my mouth real wide as I looked up at his shaded
eyes. I said to him, "You don't understand, sir. I have to. Please?" And
again I opened my mouth real wide and stuck out my tongue as he beat off
over me.

"Okay" he said as he aimed his cockhead right onto my tongue. "Here it
cums, baby. Don't let it be said I disappointed such a little guy."

And the man started making all his milk and I could help but cough as it
shot like a watergun into my mouth. Even he had to chuckle as he blasted
that daddy stuff into my open mouth. "Should have warned you", he said. "I
make lots and lots of cum, kid."

But I did my best to keep up with him as he ejaculated what must have been
like a quart of hot, gooey, salty daddystuff into my mouth. You'd have been
proud of me, Santa!

The man even shoved his huge cock back into my throat when he was done and
only pulled it out when I gagged. Then he slapped his swimsuit up over his
hard cock and tousled my hair some. "That was real good, kid", he
said. "You must keep your daddy real happy." And he walked back to the
locker room.

How did he know I sucked my daddy, Santa? Maybe he's magical like you
are. How else could he have known?



JUNE:

I got my sixth Cock of Christmas on the last day of pre-school, Santa. It
was only a half a day and really pretty outside. We just sang songs and
collected the art projects we'd made from our teacher, Miss
Kleinschmidt. She even had cupcakes for all of us.

After school was out, our mommies or daddies were picking up everyone out
in front of the school. But I didn't see my mommy or our car anywhere. I
was about to cry when Miss Kleinschmidt came up to me and said that my
mommy had called the school to say she had a flat tire and would a late.

I cleared my sniffles as Miss Kleinschmidt escorted me back into the school
building. I was all ready for summer vacation to begin Santa and here my
mommy was going to be late. But Miss Kleinschmidt said we had to think of
my mommy waiting for someone to fix her tire in the parking lot of the
supermarket. She pulled out a piece of paper and some crayons and told me
to make my mommy a card. "Perhaps a Get Well card to your car", she said.

As I sat there at my desk in my classroom, she left, saying she had to make
some Xerox copies in the office and then make a phone call to tell her
husband she'd be a little late. "I might be a while but I'll be back so
don't worry. If your mother gets here before I'm done, I'll send her back
here. Okay?"

I was alone in the room when I saw some movement through the window of the
classroom door. Then I saw it again as it seemed to return to the window. I
could see it was a man's head looking in.

I didn't know his whole name but knew it was Mr. G., the janitor. He
stopped at the window and grinned and then waved. I smiled and waved
back. He looked up and down the corridor and then opened the class room
door.

"Hi", he said softly as he shut the door again. "What are you doing in
here? School's out you know." He smiled as he approached my
desk. Mr. G. was Mexican and always wore dark blue work pants and a light
blue work shirt with his name on it. I tried to read it as he stood next to
my desk, Santa. It said something like Hector (is that a real name, Santa?)
Gonzolos or Godzilla or some name like that. That's why we kids in
pre-school just called him Mr. G.

But he was always real nice when he talked to us kids. He had a bushy black
mustache that once he let a kid in my class, Jeffery, feel one time during
recess. And another time, Mr. G. told us he had five kids of his own but
they were all back in Mexico still.

He asked what I was drawing and I showed him the start of my picture of our
car. I told him that my mommy had a flat tire and started to well up
again. As he stood along side of me, he stroked the top of my head and told
me not to cry, that it doesn't take too long to change a flat tire.

He then asked where Miss Kleinschmidt was and I told him she had to do some
stuff in the office. And again he looked around the classroom and seemed to
look for something out the big windows that looked over a side courtyard.

"So she left you here alone then?", he said softly.

I nodded as I continued to color. Then I looked up at him. Maybe it was
because he was standing right next to me but I remembered the Secret Santa
game as my eyes fixed on Mr. G.'s crotch. It always looked big to me but at
that moment it seemed even bigger for some reason.

And it was like he saw me looking at it. He looked down at his crotch and
then me. And then he looked back at the door for a second before he
squeezed his crotch. Right in front of me, Santa, Mr. G. squeezed his
bulge.

He then whispered to me, "You want to feel how hard Mr. G. is?"

I nodded immediately, hoping it might lead to him playing the Secret Santa
game.

"Then come on", he whispered through his bushy mustache. "Gimme your hand."

Looking through the windows and then back to the door, the janitor took me
by my right hand and guided it right onto his bulge. Santa! It was soooooo
big and super hard. Even through his work pants, I could feel how super
hard Mr. G. was. It felt like he had metal in there. He then used his hand
to guide me as to how he wanted it squeezed.

I stared at my hand in his over his crotch when he looked at me and smiled,
"You like Mr. G.'s big cock? It needs help so bad. You want to help out
Mr. G.?"

I said I did and then surprised him when I said I could give him a BJ if he
wanted.

"A blowjob?", he said with great shock. "You want to give a man a blowjob?"

I suppose Mr. G. had thought he could get a little boy to give him a simple
handjob if he were so lucky.

"Sure", I answered. "I can suck good". I didn't want to tell him why I
sucked good since it mean telling him about the Secret Santa game.

As if he were rattled with great excitement, Mr. G. looked all around and
then pulled his hand off of mine. "Wait here", he whispered, nervously.

I sat in my little desk as I watched him step back over to the classroom
door. He peered out its small window and then, not feeling confident about
that, he opened it and went out into the corridor.

I sat there and got sad since I thought I had lost my opportunity to suck
my fifth Cock of Christmas.

But then less than a minute later, he returned. He looked at me and winked
as he went to the large windows and flipped the blinds into the opposite
direction, so no one but a flying bird could peek in.

Mr. G. then stepped back over next to my desk, his back to the
door. Quickly, like in a flash, he pulled down the zipper of his work pants
and dug into its fly. He pulled out his very hard, very thick penis, Santa!
It had all that skin on it and was sort of dark. A whole lot of dark black
curly hairs poked out of the fly as well. He then dug in again and hefted
out this big hairy skr-o-tem.

"Suck it?", he asked, almost said.

I nodded and he stepped as close as he could to my desk and pushed his cock
into my face.

I held it and sucked it into my mouth as he stared down at me with this
look of scared amazement. He smiled a few times but it seemed he smiled out
of nervousness. "Oh, Jesus", he mumbled to himself as he stared at where my
little lips had themselves clamped to his fat, meaty cock. I sucked and
slurped on Mr. G. knowing I wanted him to make his milky seed stuff. I had
to drink that for him to count. Right, Santa?

And in only a few more seconds, I tasted Mr. G.'s cum as it flooded into my
mouth. It was real strong and salty but tasted good. It's funny, Santa, how
different daddies and teenage boys all taste a little different.

Not wanting to waste any time, Mr. G. immediately pulled his penis out of
my mouth. Without even wiping it, he stuffed it back into his pants and
zipped up. He leaned down and kissed the top of my head before he said he
had to get back to working. He said to have a good summer and almost
scurried out the door, looking in both directions before exiting.

Because of Mr. G. I hardly felt the time pass because not more than five
minutes later, Miss Kleinschmidt returned. She looked at the windows and
asked if I had changed them. I lied and said yes, that the sun was in my
eyes. I know it was a lie, Santa. But I lied for Mr. G. and the Secret
Santa game is more important than lying to a lady or a mommy. Isn't it,
Santa?



JULY:

My daddy had three weeks vacation and so he and my mommy had planned a
weeklong trip to DisneyWorld for us. We went with my mommy's mommy, Grandma
Jeanne.

And because my mommy's sister, Aunt Caroline, had just got a divorce from
Uncle Bob, my parents invite her and her kids, my cousins, Michelle and
Annie to come with, too.

The plane ride down to Orlando was fun even though the Security man who
worked at the airport where we left from, patted down both me and my daddy
funny. The man's hand went between our legs and that tickled. But then the
back of his hand rubbed our bulges real firmly.

The palm trees were super cool. Do coconuts really grow in them? My daddy
said not to stand under one unless I wanted to get bonked in the noggin.

We all stayed at the Pol-ee-knee-shun Village or something like that. It
was like being on an island or on "Survivor - Fiji" or something (only with
air conditioning and lots of food...and swimming pools).

It was arranged that we'd all double queen rooms. So my grandma would have
her own room and my Caroline her two daughters had another. And then my
mommy and daddy and me shared a double room too.

But because my daddy and me were the only boys, and my mommy wanted to
spend some time with her sister, when we got to the rooms, we casually
switched around some.

My daddy and me took one room while my mommy put her stuff in Aunt
Caroline's room. That left my cousins to stay in Grandma Jeanne's room. But
she was thrilled since she hadn't seen her granddaughters in three
years. They're both in eighth grade. Did I mention that they're twins,
Santa? Well, they are although they don't look anything alike. My mommy
says they're fradeternal twins or something like that.

Michelle and Annie are okay. They're real nice sometimes. But then other
times, while we were at DisneyWorld they always wanted to do different
stuff than me. So after a day of trying to do everything together, it was
decided that the "girls" - my Aunt Caroline, my cousins and Grandma Jeanne
- would sometimes go one way while my mommy and daddy (and sometimes just
my daddy and me) would go do something else.

My mommy and daddy took me to the Castle and I was so excited, Santa! There
was everybody I love right there! Mickey Mouse and Aladdin and Peter Pan
and Donald Duck! They were waving and saying hello to everyone. I was
soooooo excited. I got up there and got them all to sign my autograph
book. Belle even blew me a kiss!

And then Goofy came up to me and hugged me! He hugged and hugged and almost
squashed me as he hugged me. Then he tweaked my nose and went off. It was
too cool!

We rode all sorts of rides and then met "the girls" for lunch.

Another day, we saw all of them again at Epcot. And I giggled as Goofy
hugged me and hugged me again. Then I got Pluto's autograph, too. It was so
much fun because they're much bigger in real life than they are on t.v.!

The fourth day we were at Disney, at about five o'clock, I went down with
my daddy to the gift shop in hotel. He wanted to get some Tums. My mommy
was in Aunt Caroline's room and we were all suppose to be taking naps or
showering before going out to dinner that night.

I held my daddy's hand as he perused the racks of gum and candies. He was
obviously trying to steer me clear of all the stuffed toys and hats and
everything else crammed into the gift shop.

When we went up to the cashier counter, we stood along side a blonde guy
who looked like he could go to college. He looked down at me and then
looked at me again. He seemed to know me or something, which was weird,
Santa, because I don't know anybody at DisneyWorld.

He stood next to us while my daddy bought his Tums and coloring book for me
because some nights in the room, while he watched the news, I'd get bored.

I looked back as we left the gift shop and saw the blonde man wink at me
again as he handed the man behind the counter some money for whatever it
was he was buying.

Then my daddy and I went out to walk around the pool area a bit. We were
already showered and just had to go back upstairs in an hour to dress. We
watched some people swimming but mostly just watched people walking back
and forth.

We sat on a bench that had faces carved all over it as music, sort of drum
beat music, played from somewhere in the bushes. It was pretty but almost
scary. As we sat there, the blonde college guy came outside and was about
to take a different pathway when he seemed to see me again. He changed his
mind and walked right passed us, smiling at me.

Even my daddy noticed because he jokingly asked me, "A friend of yours?"

I giggled and said that he knew I didn't know anyone at the
Pol-e-knee-shun.

A few yards away, the blonde guy stopped and acted like he was reading
something as he leaned against a railing. He looked at us again with that
same smile.

"Well, he seems to know you", my daddy said as he knitted his brow.

I looked at the college guy. He wore a red-polo shirt and his crotch looked
sort of big in his light gray chinos.

Noticing the same thing, my daddy leaned over and whispered into my ear,
"Or he seems to want to get to know you."

I looked at my daddy quizzically. Why would a blonde college guy want to
know me at DisneyWorld?

Again, my daddy leaned into my ear and whispered, "What about your Secret
Santa game? Have you played it for July yet?"

I giggled and clasped my hands to my mouth. That would be so fun I
thought. But at DisneyWorld?  "Can we play that here?", I whispered back to
my daddy.

"Of course", daddy answered. "Little boys can play it anywhere as long as
no one gets caught. Then Santa wouldn't like it." Then daddy said for me to
stay where I was and he'd find out if the boy knew us.

I watched as daddy got up and walked over to where the college guy
stood. For several minutes, they seemed to be talking in a very friendly
way. Then I saw them come back to the bench.

"This is Kyle, Nicholas", my daddy said. "He wants to meet you."

"Hi Nicholas", the young man said with a smile. He looked real handsome and
athletic, too.

"Are you on a baseball team?", I asked for some reason.

Kyle laughed and looked at my daddy. He said, "No, why?"

"You look like a baseball player or something", I answered honestly.

"No, not baseball", Kyle answered. "I did gymnastics in high school and now
at the University of Florida though. Maybe that's what you're seeing,
huh?", he added with a wink.

"Maybe", I said as my eyes looked down his trousers to where they were
prominently bulging.

"Nicholas", my daddy said. "Kyle thought you could show him our room. What
do you think about that?"

"You want to see our room?", I asked, looking at Kyle.

"Sure", the blonde replied. "If you want to show me, that is."

"Okay", I answered as I hopped off the bench. "It's sorta messy but we've
got a maid."

"Oh, you do, huh?", Kyle laughed. "Yeah, I think I heard they come with
hotel rooms now."

The three of us went back into the hotel and up to our floor. My daddy
unlocked the door and let us all in. And sure enough, the room was a mess -
the blankets off the beds and open suitcases everywhere.

"How 'bout I go down the hall and get you guys some soda?", my daddy then
said with a big smile as he winked at me. "Something nice and icy cold
as...Christmas maybe."

"That would be great", Kyle replied breathlessly. "Need any change?" he
asked as he went to dig into a front pocket.

My daddy motioned for him to stop as he said, "No, no, no. Put that
away. I'll get three Cokes, okay?"

"Sure", Kyle replied.

"I might be gone a little while", daddy said. "Last night the machine right
down the hall was out of Cokes. I might have to find another one." And with
that my daddy left telling Kyle to put the chain lock on the door.

Turning back to me, Kyle seemed very nervous but excited. "So, you liking
DisneyWorld, kid?"

I nodded.

"Of course, you do. What a stupid question", the college guy said. "It's a
kid's Magic Kingdom and all."

"Want to see my Mouseketeer ears? My Grandma Jeanne bought them for me", I
asked as I went to a shopping bag on the desk.

"Sure, that would be cool" Kyle said as he looked around the room. He then
asked, "Your mom doesn't use this room, too, does she?"

As I dug for my cap, I shook my head and said, "No, she's been with my Aunt
Caroline across the hall."  I put the mouse ears on, then turned around and
smiled at Kyle.

"You are so fucking cute", Kyle said as he shifted his weight back and
forth. "So fucking hot", he added as he lightly pawed his crotch.

I looked at the long hard mound his pee-pee made inside his slacks. He must
have noticed because then Kyle said, "So you suck dick? Your dad said you
do. Do you, kid?"

I didn't say anything but just nodded.

"Want to suck mine?", he asked in that same breathless manner. "Suck it
here? Now I mean? Before your dad gets back?"

"Sure", I replied, not wanting him to know his college penis would be the
seventh Cock of Christmas for me.

"Cool", he replied. "Where do you want to do it? Here or in the bathroom?"

"I dunno", I said. "Here's okay, I guess."

Kyle rushed to sit on the edge of the bed where my dad slept. The covers
and all were messed but he didn't seem to care. He sat with his legs spread
wide and I could see his crotch was really big.

"Come and stand here, kid", he said. "I mean, Nicholas." He pointed to the
spot between his spread legs and I stood right there.

"Make out with me first a little, okay?", Kyle asked.

"Make out?", I asked not knowing what that meant.

"Sorry", he replied. "Kiss me, you know how to kiss?"

I nodded and said that my mommy kissed me all the time.

"Ever kiss a man?", he asked as his hand squeezed his cock through his
chinos.

Again I nodded and said I kissed my daddy and my Grandpa Jameston.

"Ever kiss them like this?", the college boy asked as he pulled me real
close to him and opened his mouth wide. He was all over my mouth, poking
his tongue inside of it. It felt good but sort of yucky too. And it was
sort of silly at the same time. But mostly, it felt good, Santa. Kyle was
really handsome and his tongue tasted good like peppermint.

He let me go and grinned as he said, "You got to start kissing men like
that, Nicholas. Okay?"

I said okay and he said, "Promise? Promise you'll let men kiss you like
that?"

And I nodded. Kyle then pulled me close again and hugged me real tight. He
pressed me up to him and I could feel all his muscles and everything. Even
his bulge pressed into mine, as I stood firmly planted between his
thighs. He sniffed my hair and rubbed me all over through my clothes.

"Can I see your cock, kid?", he asked. Without even waiting for me to say
okay, he was opening my pants and pulling them down. He squeezed my little
pee-pee right through my "Emperor's New Groove" underpants. It tickled but
felt sooooo good, too! He laughed because he knew he was making me giggle
and he asked, "You like that? I bet you don't mind me playing with you, do
you?"

I shook my head and let his hand squeeze and grope me all down there.

"I didn't think so, the minute I saw you", Kyle said. "You should let any
man, who wants to, play with you. Will you promise to do that? If men want
to play this same way?"

"Sure", I answered, not really thinking they shouldn't anyway. "You saw
me?", I then asked.

"Yeah, a couple times. Now get up on the bed", Kyle said as he stood
up. "Can you stand on it?"

I had to pull off my pants completely so I could jump up on the bed. And
the second I stood on the mattress, Kyle was at the waistband of my
underpants.

"Let's pull these down", he said as his breathing raced. "You are so
fucking hot, kid."

In one swoop, the college guy pulled my underpants down, Santa, and was
feeling me all over my private parts. It felt so wonderful. Then he started
sucking on my pee-pee and licked all over my crotch as he held tightly onto
my little buttcheeks. And as he did, he slipped a finger into my
butthole. But I was used to that by then because some men did that
sometimes when I'd play the Secret Santa game with them.

Then Kyle pulled his mouth off of me and quickly said, "Now do me." And he
opened his belt and his pants and pulled down his zipper real fast. "Do me
before your dad gets back."

I dropped into a seated position on the bed, which put my face right at
Kyle's bulging underpants. He was wearing white underpants and his wiener
was like a rod in them. He was that hard! I squeezed it through the
material and he asked if I liked it. I nodded and he seemed to like that.

He let his pants drop to his knees and then watched as I played with his
boner through his underpants. It felt so thick and hot.

"Your hands feel so good, kid", he said nervously. "You know how to do
that!"

I beamed because I was glad he liked the way I touched him.

"That feels great", he then said. "But now suck it, okay? That's why I came
up here."

And he pulled his underpants over his boner and down to his knees. All this
blonde hair surrounded his big cock but the rest of his stomach and chest
was smooth. I could see because he lifted his polo shirt up to his pecs so
it didn't get in the way of his BJ. And so he could see me sucking him
better, too, I suppose, Santa.

"Come on. Put it in your mouth, kid", he said as he held it straight out at
me. "Suck me off, okay? I want to cum in your mouth. You know what cum is,
don't you?"

I nodded and he said, "Yeah, I figured you'd know what that was."

He stuck his big boner into my mouth and pushed it in and out and in and
out and kept getting faster each time. He even straightened my mouse ears a
couple of times when he saw his fucking of my mouth got too forceful. "You
look so fucking hot sucking big dick with those ears on, kid", he said as
he watched every second of his blowjob.

And then he became my seventh Cock of Christmas! He said, "Here we go,
kid. I'm gunna pump some cum in your mouth. Ready?"

I could only nod since he had his college cock lodged in my throat a
little. But I could feel his whole body tense up, even his super muscular
thighs as I held them, while he ejaculated his milky seed into my mouth. It
was a lot of really thick cum he shot. I swallowed and swallowed but had to
come off his boner it was so much. He even shot two more shots right at me
even when it came out of my mouth! It was really white and splattered all
over my face and my brand new Mouseketeer cap!

He finally stepped away and pulled up his pants. He then looked at me and
said, "Sorry about that, kid. I got cum all over your fucking ears. Sorry."

I took the cap off and saw his white stuff had streaked across the black
cap and ears and the picture of Mickey. I thought I'd almost cry. My
Grandma Jeanne had just bought it for me.

He took the cap from me and said he'd buy me another one...but he had to
take that one with him.

As he buckled up, he told me to go wash off my face and he'd take me
downstairs to get another cap. When I came out of the bathroom, he was
sitting on a chair and waved me over to him. I stood in front of him and he
grabbed me again, pulling me against his muscley body. "Kiss me some more",
he said and his mouth was on mine again.

Just then we heard a knock at the door and Kyle jumped. He went to the door
and looked through the peephole. "It's your dad", he said in a relieved
voice as he looked back to where I stood.

Kyle unlocked the door and my dad came in carrying three Cokes and a
plastic bucket of ice.

"Finally found a bucket", he said.

"There's one in our bathroom", I answered, knowing that was the one he'd
used the night before for ice.

My daddy looked at me and said, "Well, I didn't want to interrupt you
getting you know Kyle here." He then turned to the college guy and added,
"I hope I wasn't gone too long?"

"No, no", Kyle replied, "We had time for a very, very pleasant visit. But I
owe your son here one new hat."

My dad looked confused and looked at me.

"He said he'd get me a new one", I said as I looked to where Kyle held my
cap.

"What happened to your mouse ears?", my dad asked in a perplexed but jovial
tone.

"He got stuff on it", I blurted out pointing to Kyle.

"Stuff?", my dad asked Kyle. And the college guy sort of smirked and
blushed at the same time.

"A couple were stray shots, I'm afraid", he said to my dad as he briefly
flashed him the cum streaked cap. "I said I'd buy your kid a new one
downstairs."

"You don't have to do that", my daddy said. "I'll pick one up on the way to
dinner."

"No", Kyle said. "That's okay. Hell, it's my stuff that ruined it and I owe
the kid that much. Besides, I get an employee discount. I'll run down and
get one and be right back, okay?"

As my dad walked Kyle to the door, I heard them talking. I know they didn't
think I could hear but I did! And it was shocking what I heard! When my
daddy asked Kyle where he worked at DisneyWorld, I heard Kyle say that he
was a costume character in the parks. My seventh Cock of Christmas as it
turns out, was Disney's official Goofy!

Thank goodness you're for real, Santa!



AUGUST:

In August, we went to the beach one Saturday. It had been really hot and my
mommy and daddy thought it would be nice to spend the day at the
shore. They even ate lobster for dinner (and I had a cheeseburger).

I was wearing my new Mickey Mouse sunglasses and a little red
swimsuit. Before we had left the house, my mommy pulled out a big green and
white striped swimsuit. But it was so baggy and big that I didn't like
it. So when my mommy was in her bathroom getting ready, my daddy had me
wear my little red Speedo to beach. He whispered to me that he thought that
outfit might get some men looking at me and then, that way, I could maybe
play the Secret Santa game with one of them. My daddy's the smartest person
in the whole wide world, Santa! It was the last week of August and he knew
that I hadn't gotten around to playing the game with anybody yet.

We got to the beach when it wasn't too crowded and spread out a blanket and
umbrella. My daddy took me into the water but the waves were so big, they
knocked me down twice. So my mommy called out to have me build a sandcastle
for a while until the wind died down.

I played for about an hour in the sand. My daddy helped a little with the
castle but only the tall parts. My mommy would come over to put more suntan
lotion on me. Under my little skipper's cap and Mickey Mouse sunglasses, I
felt like no one could ever in a million years recognize me. It was
fun. All anyone would see was my body in my little red Speedo.

In the afternoon, the beach got busier and more crowded. My mommy had me
come back to the blanket for a while where I could get some shade and drink
some water. My daddy was lying on his back, sunbathing and I could see his
big bulge in his blue and white striped swimsuit. It makes a big bulge and
I was proud of my daddy's body.

When I was sitting there playing in the sand, I looked up when a family
came to set up a blanket a few feet from ours. They were a black family. A
mommy, a little girl who was way littler than me, and a daddy.

Santa, the daddy was real, real big and muscular. And he was real dark
skinned and had on a swimsuit like mine only in bright green. And you know
what, Santa? His cock was making the hugest bulge I ever saw in my whole
life in it. But it was like his wife didn't even notice it or something. I
was happy I had on my sunglasses so my mommy couldn't see where I was
looking.

The daddy laid down like my daddy was and his bulge looked even huger. The
mommy was reading a book and little girl was playing with a pail and
shovel.

My daddy then sat up and looked around. He said it looked like the winds
had died down and that he'd take me back into the water. I jumped up, I was
so excited. My mommy told us to be careful and then went back to reading
her magazine with dresses and junk in it.

My daddy picked me up and flew me around like I was an airplane. Then he'd
swooped me into the water. It was so much fun! The water was a little cold
but it felt good because the sun was so bright.

After a few minutes, we saw the black daddy carry his daughter to the water
as the mommy followed. His penis inside his swimsuit looked like it flopped
back and forth as he walked over to the water's edge. My daddy squeezed my
hand to let me know that he saw the man, too, even though he also wore
sunglasses like I did.

The man then gently set his daughter onto the wet sand and tried to help
his daughter get use to some water. She couldn't have been very old at all,
Santa (she'd still need baby toys from you, I think). But then a bigger
wave came in and it scared the little girl. She started screaming and
crying and wanted her mommy. So the daddy handed her over to his wife who
started back to their blanket. But the daddy stayed and walked more deeply
into the water.

My daddy and I splashed around and then some more and then I splashed some
but daddy moved and the water splashed the black daddy. He turned and
frowned but then seeing I had done it, he grinned. His teeth looked so
white!

He then splashed some water my way and, like a wave, it hit me right in the
face. I coughed because it was so much but then laughed. But seeing what he
did, he immediately waded over to us in shallower water. As he came closer
and the water dropped to his knees, I again got to look at his huge, now
dripping wet bulge.

He apologized to my daddy. "Sorry about that. I didn't mean to drown him",
he said to my daddy. "Guess I don't know my own strength."

"You look strong!", I blurted out as I tried to stay in place in the water.

"Yeah? You think so?", the man replied, obviously proud of his
physique. "Too much muscle to play with a boy your size though, I'm
afraid. Again, sorry if I got you smack in the face."

"I bet I can splash you bigger", I dared. I didn't want the black man to
leave. I wanted to play with him. But mostly I wanted him to be my eighth
Cock of Christmas. Is that wrong, Santa? To want to suck a man that much
for the game?

And he said, "Oh, you can, can you?", as he stood right in front of me his
legs sort of firmly spread and his bulge not three feet from me. He then
looked at my daddy and said, "Mind if he gives me a try?"

My daddy laughed and said I could play with any man I wanted to play
with. He then stepped back and said, "Be careful, Nicholas. You're aim is
this man, not me. Splash him good!"

And so I mustered up every fiber of muscle in my six-year-old body and
tried to make a huge wave with my arms. Some hit the man's thick, muscular
thighs but my try wasn't very good. He laughed nicely and said, "That was
good try from such a little guy...but now it's my turn!" And he made a huge
gesture, like he was going to send a tidal wave my way. But he didn't make
as big a wave as he pretended. But it got me good. I fell backward and
coughed but then laughed again.

My daddy then stepped in and carried me to deeper water. The water came to
his chest. He held me up on the surface of the water and said, "See if you
can splash him now." The black man followed us into the deeper water and
stood firm. He grinned and said, "You want to try the deeper water, eh?"

I nodded and smiled, my body supported only by the buoyancy of water and my
daddy's gripping hold. I again tried to create a huge wave but the water
was just too powerful and I barely even got any to hit the man.

Then a big wave came in and my daddy said, "Hold on! A biggy is coming!"
And the water swelled over us and crashed to the beach. We all laughed but
then an even bigger wave came in and the black man said, "Behind you!" to
my daddy. And suddenly an even more powerful wave hit my daddy in the back
and he lost hold of me as he fell forward in the five-foot waters. I
slipped but the black man pushed forward and caught me before my face went
into the waves.

We laughed as he held me up. But then I did something sort of naughty, I
think. Maybe it isn't because it was for the Secret Santa game, after
all. I let my hand grab his huge bulge underneath the water. No one could
see but I did it on purpose. I grabbed his cock right through his thin,
bright green Speedos. But he hardly even made a face or anything. He just
looked at me as I laughed.

My daddy then waded over to us, wiping water out of his nose and
smiling. "Wow, big one!", he said. "Thanks for the warning."

"Yeah", the black daddy said as I held onto his big right bicep and had my
other hand on his bulge under the water. "Awful friendly kid you have
here", he then said to my daddy as he handed me back to him.

My daddy acted like he didn't know what the man meant.

"Your kid's got a good grip there", the man said as he sort of had to
adjust his swimsuit. He looked up to the beach nervously as he tried to be
discreet. He then looked at me and said, "You can't make a splash to save
your life, but we know that ain't due to your hands being broken."

My daddy again looked at the man as if he had no clue what he meant. So the
black man waded in closer and sort of said in a hushed tone, "Your kid go
around feeling up every man on this beach or what?"

My daddy pretended like he didn't know what I had done and as he held me in
his left arm, he asked, "Did you do something to this man?"

First I shook my head but when daddy asked me again, I nodded.

"What did you do?", my daddy asked. "Come on, tell me."

I shook my head, too embarrassed to tell.

"Then can you show me?", my daddy asked.

The black man laughed nervously and said, "You don't want him showing you,
I don't think. He fuckin' felt me up, man."

My daddy looked at me and asked, "Is that what you did. Nicholas? Did you
put your hands somewhere they don't belong?"

I nodded and blushed as a wave rolled right over us.

"Tell the man you're sorry", my daddy said.

I looked at the black daddy and said softly, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to
hurt you."

The black man felt bad and said, "You didn't hurt me, kid. That's
okay. It's just..."

The man looked back up to where his wife and daughter sat under an
umbrella. He then added, "It's just you shouldn't be trying that sort of
stuff in such a busy place, my little man. You know?"

"Sorry", I repeated.

"He's just the real curious sort", my dad said, trying to explain.

"Yeah?", the black man said as he again looked up to the beach. "Well, just
tell him to hold off on his curiosity until he's up in the changing rooms
back at the beach or somewhere like that. Damn, it ain't safe here. We got
god fucking five hundred people looking, man."

He then tousled my wet head and said, "No offense, kid. You got good aim
there but just not here. You got to learn that, my little man."

He then said bye and as the man went back to the sandy beach, my daddy
splashed me around like an airplane again for a couple more minutes.

As we went back to our blanket, we found my mommy sitting with the black
mommy and daughter as the daddy stood in front of them drying off. When
mommy saw us approach, she said that it looked like we'd had a wild ride
out there. She then stood up and said goodbye to the black lady.

We then went to our own umbrella and blanket where my daddy and me dried
off, too. We sat down again and I again put on my Mickey Mouse
sunglasses. I watched the black daddy as he laid flat on his back
again. But then he turned his head and apparently saw me. He then reached
for his wet towel and laid it across his middle section and bulge.

I went back to making a sandcastle for a while but then my mommy and daddy
said it was time we get going and go to eat. As we put the umbrella, towels
and totes into the trunk of the car, my daddy said we'd best wash off the
sand and dress in the public changing rooms before going to Kerrigan's a
nice seafood restaurant on the other end of the bay.

So my mommy went to the ladies changing room while my daddy took me into
the one that men and boys can use. As we walked in, three teenaged boys in
Speedos ran out, making a lot of noise. Following them was a pretty old guy
who was smiling as he tied the drawstring of his baggy swimsuit. No one
else was in the changing room and my daddy had me step over to a showerhead
with him. "Let's get this sand off and get dressed", he said as he let the
cold water run over us.

As we talked about what we might want for lunch, someone came into the
changing room. It was the black daddy. He set down a cooler and saw us and
then looked at us again. He walked around the corner and we could hear him
taking a pee-pee. Even though we were done getting the sand off of us, my
daddy motioned for us to continue showering.

The black daddy then came back around the wall and barely looking at us, he
stepped up to the showerhead right next to us. He turned it on and then
spoke. "Wooo, damn cold!", was all he said. But it was enough to break the
ice.

"I know", my daddy replied. "You wonder how they get it colder than the
ocean? Don't you?"

The man seemed nervous but took a real shower just like we did. He turned a
few times and that gave me real good looks at his huge, bright green
bulge. But he acted like he was just rinsing water through his curly hair.

A couple of people came in but left sort of fast. That's when suddenly the
black daddy stopped, faced us and said, "Well, if you fucking want a feel,
this is the place to do it, little man." He looked real nervous but also
excited. And his bulge poked out even huger than before! He looked at my
dad and asked, "You into this, right?"

My daddy just nodded as he shut off our water. He then whispered, "I'll go
stand guard." All wet, daddy then padded over to the main doorway that was
around a half-wall. We could see him standing within a shadow just inside
the door. He looked back at us and hushed voice, "Looks clear."

I stood in front of the black man and he towered way over me. And you know
how white your beard is, Santa? That's how black this daddy's skin was.

"You wanted a feel", he said as he looked down at me nervously. "So have
your feel of it, little man. Come on, before somebody else comes in."

I reached out my little hand and gripped the length of the black man's very
long penis. Right through the thin bright green Speedo, he let me squeeze
him and squeeze him some more. He looked down at me and asked, "You play
this game a lot, kid?"

I wondered how he knew about the Secret Santa game.

I nodded and he said, "Fuuuuuuck...", as he yanked the front of his Speedos
over his huge black cock. It boinged up and right into my face which made
him laugh. "Bet you never seen one this big. Am I right, my little man?"

I was mesmerized by the man's huge black penis, Santa! It looked like
somebody glued an arm between his legs! And its head was all pinkish where
it poked out of that funny skin some daddy's have. He laughed when he saw
my eyes pop out as he made it bounce up and down and up and down. I was so
amazed, I even looked over to where my daddy stood. Even daddy grinned and
winked at me knowing what I must have been thinking.

"Cop that feel you wanted, little man", the black daddy said as he held his
cock. "You were all hands back in the water, you little slut, so come
on. Now's your opportunity. Wrap your hand around it if you can, kid."

I again reached out and felt the huge penis. It was all hard and squishy at
the same time. I tried hard to wrap my fist around it but it was way too
thick for a little kid like me to do that. He laughed as he watched me try
though.

He then stepped real close to me and thwapped his cock against my nose,
saying, "It's fucking bigger than you're whole face, kid, ain't it?" He
then slowly, gently whacked his huge penis along each of my cheeks, a long,
slimy trail of his daddy juices marking my skin.

He then looked back at my daddy as if wondering if this stepped up "play"
would be okay. Now we were doing more than just feely-feely as his huge
penis was getting awful close to my mouth, after all.

Figuring that my daddy didn't mind or care, the black man looked down at me
and said, "Your daddy let you suck these, too?"

I smiled at him and said yes.

He got all tensed up but his penis throbbed really hard as he pushed it
into my face. "Suck it then", he said. "Let's see if your mouth is as
talented as your hands, boy."

I opened my mouth real wide as he plunged only two or three inches into
it. He gripped my shoulders tightly as he fascinated in the feeling of
having his huge cock in a little white kid's mouth. He then looked down at
the top of my head and whispered, "Man, you're really doing it." He then
looked over at my daddy who just gave him a thumbs up.

And the man didn't have to ask, I opened my mouth as wide as possible and
sucked in even more of his long, thick, black cock. I think it might have
surprised him that I could suck so much penis because in a minute he was
tightening up. He lifted my head so I was looking up at him while he still
had his cock between my lips. And he asked in a deep whisper, "You swallow?
You swallow cum, kid?"

I nodded as I continued to suckle on the big black cock. That made him lose
all restraint for a moment as he called out to my daddy, "Damn, fuck! That
right? My little man here swallows? He sure 'bout that?"

And my daddy just nodded as he calmly replied, "If that's what he told you,
he does."

"Fuuuuckin' twisted hot, my little man", the black daddy said as he held my
skull in place so he could watch himself ejaculate into my mouth and
throat. He grunted a few times as he came, and his creamy milk gushed and
flooded into me. I gagged big time because it was too much milk for any
little kid to ever drink down all at once. And it was hot and sort of tangy
sweet. I coughed and gagged but he didn't let go of my skull until he was
done shooting his daddy stuff down my throat. Then he let up and pulled his
long penis out of my throat.

I breathed deeply catching my breath. Then I looked at him as he stepped
back, all winded himself. He quickly yanked up his bright green Speedos and
rinsed off again under the cold water before shutting it off. Without
asking, he reached over and turned on the showerhead over my head as my
daddy stepped back to where we were.

"Washing any of my goo off him in case", the man said to my daddy.

He then looked at both of us and said, "You two are fucking insane. That
was fucking hot but you're fucking insane. You bring him here a lot?"

My daddy said no, that we hardly ever got to the beach. And the black man
shook his head, again saying it was insane. But then he asked, "Where do
you usually hang out? If not here? I mean, that was insane but if he wants
it, fuck, he can have all he can handle."

My daddy said we didn't hang out anywhere but that it was good to have met
him. The man looked at daddy and said, "Hey, okay. That's cool. Guys get
one shot at him, right? No problem. Probably smart. Never get too entangled
with guys wanting more that way. No problem. I understand that. Take care."
He then looked at me and said, "You're good at that, little man. Don't let
your daddy get you into too much trouble, ya hear?"

He then casually, like nothing happened, walked to the door and back to the
boardwalk. My daddy and I got changed and still had to wait ten more
minutes for my mommy to be done.

My eighth Cock of Christmas was also my very firstest black cock, Santa!
And I did it came just in time!



SEPTEMBER:

School started right after Laborous Day, which is a day mommies and daddies
don't have to go to work. I'm in the first grade now and so my mommy had to
take me for some school supplies and clothes. My mommy took me to Target
the day before the first day of school. My daddy was home working on bills
(he yelled at my mommy for spending too much money on her hair).

I was still a little ouchy from the day we'd gone to the beach but my mommy
said I wasn't as red as a lobster anymore. She had a list of everything I
needed from my school's web site and also said she'd buy me two new outfits
and clothing for gym class.

In the Boy's department, I saw exactly what I liked real fast. And so my
mommy sent me into the dressing room area while she stood outside talking
to a girl in a red vest with a nametag.

There are two sides to the changing area. One is for ladies and girls and
the other side is for men and boys. It wasn't real busy on the men and
boys' side so I was glad because these girls all had to wait in a line.

I took the second dressing room and shut the door. Even though it wasn't
real easy, I had to change alone because my mommy wasn't allowed to go back
there. I pulled off my shirt and my shoes and my pants which left me to
stand in my dressing room in just my underpants that had Barney the
Dinosaur on it (he's been my favorite ever since I was a real little kid).

Then I pulled on the pants and shirt my mommy liked best. Without any shoes
on, I went back around to the counter so my mommy could see. She agreed
they were nice and told me to try on the next outfit. As I went back again,
a man followed me into the men's and boys changing area. He was real tall
and seeing which dressing room I had, he took the one opposite from it.

I closed my door and pulled off all the clothes again. I then pulled the
other pair of pants on and other shirt that had a sweater. When I opened my
door, I could see that the man hadn't closed his changing room door all the
way. It was open almost a foot and I could see him plainly. He was trying
to take a pair of slacks off a hanger. He was standing there in just a pair
of white Jockey shorts and a not even a tee-shirt! His chest wasn't real
hairy but I could see his bulge and everything! My jaw dropped I think and
he chuckled.

I went around the corner again and my mommy immediately said she didn't
like the pants but liked the shirt and sweater. She said to go back to the
dressing room to keep an eye on my shoes and real clothes while she went to
look for a different pair of pants. She said she'd call for me when she
found some.

I was secretly all excited as I hoped that maybe the man might still have
his door sort of open. But it wasn't. His door was shut. I went into my
dressing room but left the door open because it was warm and I wanted to be
sure to hear my mommy. I looked over at that the man's door and could see
his feet in black socks shuffling back and forth a little. He wasn't
wearing any shoes either.

Suddenly, his door opened again, real slow. It opened just an inch and then
another inch until it was open about a foot wide again. As I glanced up, I
saw the man was looking right at me and smiling. He had what looked to be a
brand new shirt on, the sort daddies wear to work but it wasn't buttoned or
anything. And he still had no pants on. I looked again at where his bulge
was and he seemed to notice. He stepped back slightly and pulled back his
shirt a little, letting me have a better look at his underpants bulge. Our
eyes met again and he mouthed, "You like?"

I nodded and just stared some more. Inside his dressing room, with the door
parted he turned to his left and then his right, seemingly trying to show
off his big bulge to me. Then he ran his hands along his chest and stomach
down to his bulge. And he groped himself for a second.

I stared and stared and stared at him, so he must have figured I was
curious about a man's body. He then reached his thumbs into the waistband
of his underpants and pulled them slowly down. First I could see his curly
man hairs that grown ups have down there and then I could see the thick
root of his cock. He very slowly pulled them down as he looked for my
reaction the entire time. Slowly, he pulled his underpants down and exposed
his big penis to me. It wasn't hard but was sort of hardish.

Just then we heard my mommy's voice. I jumped as did the man who quickly
closed his door. She called out from the counter on the other side of the
wall that she found a different pair of pants for me to try on.

I had a little woody in my pants but I think it went down fast enough that
mommy didn't see anything. She handed me a navy blue pair of pants and told
me to try them on. She then said be in the Ladies lingerie area for a
minute but that it was just next to the changing area. She wanted to see
the pants so to wait for her before taking them off.

I went back to my dressing room but thought I might try keeping my door
open a little like the man had done. It was a fun game we were playing.

So I let the door swing open as it would on its own, parting a few inches
as I started pulling off the new shirt and sweater. When I was bare
chested, I saw that the man re-opened his door some and was peeking out,
watching me. He smiled as his eyes scanned up and down the parted opening
to my dressing room. I then undid the new pants that my mommy didn't like
and pulled them down.

The man then opened his door slightly more and as I looked up, I saw him
make a motion. He was motioning for me to open my door a little more.

So I did. I pulled it inward a few more inches but it was in the way. I
couldn't move around. I looked at him and he mouthed, "Open it." I figured
I had to since I couldn't put on the pants anyway. I opened my door all the
way and he smiled big.

I stood there in just my socks and Barney underpants as the man watched
me. I looked and could see he was pulling on his cock like boys and men
sometimes do. His penis was now real long and hard. It wasn't real thick
but it was longer than some I have seen, Santa.

I showed off for him like he did for me. I turned to my right and then to
my left, letting him see how my little boner could make Barney poke out
each way. It was fun!

He then mouthed something to me again and I couldn't tell what he was
trying to say. He mouthed it again but I couldn't understand. So he pulled
up his underpants and pulled them down again. Then he pointed at me as he
stared at my crotch.

He wanted me to pull down my underpants for him. I was sort of nervous
because I was supposed to be changing into the other pair of pants. But I
was having too much fun. So I poked my head out and looked around. I
couldn't see anyone so I looked at the man again then pulled down my
underpants for him.

Seeing my pee-pee, the man made a silent whistling motion with his lips as
he jerked on his long cock. He then wagged his penis around real silly,
motioning for me to do the same. My pee-pee isn't anywhere near as big that
and I couldn't spin it around but he didn't seem to care. He watched as I
wagged it a little for him.

Then he then mouthed for me to spin around so I did. I looked over my
shoulder and saw him beating off some more. He again mouthed and gestured
for me to pull down my underpants. The man wanted to see my little butt.

I giggled thinking it was silly that a man so wanted to see a boy's tiny
butt but I was having too much fun to stop. I pulled down my underpants and
showed the man my butt. He did a gesture with his two hands telling me to
part my buttcheeks. So I pulled them apart as I bent over some more. I knew
the man was beating off looking at my little butthole. It felt all sexy and
scary and silly to be doing this with a man in a Target store.

Suddenly, we again heard something and the man quickly closed his
door. Another man had come into the changing area and looked for a dressing
room. He passed my door and smiled as I was in the middle of still pulling
up my underpants. But I got scared and closed my door, too.

I then pulled on the new blue pants but was mad the game had to end with
the man across the way. I buttoned and zipped up the pants and put on my
regular shirt and waited some more. But I got tired of waiting and went out
to the counter area.

Seeing that I was looking around, the girl in the red vest who was working
there said, "Looking for your mom? She's just over there." And the girl
pointed to my mom who was still looking a rack of nightgowns. The girl then
said, "If your stuff is back there, you might want to keep an eye on
it. I'll get you when she heads over here, okay?"

I nodded and grumbled. Returning to the dressing room, I sat on the little
bench inside the booth. And I left my door wide open. Just then, the other
man who had entered later, began to exit the dressing room area but then
stood in front of me for a moment as he adjust the pile of clothes he
held. "Too many but need 'em all", he said as he glanced at me. He then
walked away with his selections.

I blew some air into the air as I was bored and getting tired. And as I sat
there, the man opposite me opened his door. I perked up but then saw he was
fully dressed and was carrying some clothes in his hand. He paused in his
doorway and looked at me as if he were thinking something or wanting to say
something to me. But instead, he just smiled as he patted his bulge as if
checking to make sure he'd zipped up. But then he ran his fingers along the
length of his penis inside his trousers. He smiled again and proceeded to
leave the dressing room area.

Now I was really bored and getting mad. Why did my mommy have to shop for
pajamas in the middle of my trying on stuff? And as if she read my mind, I
heard her call for me to come out. She apologized and then quickly said she
loved the pants. "All done with clothes!", she said. "Get dressed so we can
get the rest of the things on the list, sweetheart."

I slowly dragged myself back to the dressing room. Since no one was back
there, I didn't even think to close my door. I pulled down my pants and
tried to fold them like the store did but couldn't.

Just then I heard a man's voice say, "I think I forgot my glasses back
there". Then quickly someone came back to where I stood in my shirt and
underpants. I looked up because whoever it was seemed in a rush. It was the
man who had played with me and shown me his penis! He opened his empty
booth and looked around but then looked at me. He smiled and mouthed
something. I frowned because I didn't understand at first. Then he mouthed
it again, almost on the verge of being audible, 'Bayh-th-room.'

He was saying bathroom for some reason. He saw I was confused so he
quickly, groped himself again as he again mouthed, 'Bayh-th-room". I smiled
and so he knew I got it. He winked and quickly left his booth. I could hear
him say to someone, probably the girl in the red vest, "Nope, must have
left them someplace else. Thanks anyway."

I got dressed and came out again. My mommy had to re-tie my shoes. We put
the clothes in the basket and started over to the school supplies section
in a far corner but I said to my mommy, "I have to go to the bathroom."

Figuring that all the trying on of clothes had triggered something in my
bladder she readily agreed. She even said she might make a stop herself. So
we headed to the front of the store. We passed the Security lady at the
front doors that said hello to both of us. My mommy told me to meet her
back at the basket, which was left next to the drinking fountains just
outside the bathrooms. Then she went into the Ladies bathroom while I was
all excited to go into the one marked Men.

When I went to open the door, some man in a plaid coat was coming out. He
almost knocked me over and I could even hear his wife say, "Watch where
you're going, Bill."

I went in and immediately saw the man from the dressing room standing at
one of the two urinals with his back to me! But he was in the bathroom so I
did understand him right. Some other young guy was washing his hands at the
sinks but then quickly left. That's when the man turned his head and saw
me. He looked toward the main door and then back at me with a grin. I stood
near a sink but he nodded for me to step up to the empty urinal beside
him. He motioned with his head for me to stand next to him.

I quickly went up to the other urinal. It was a little shorter cuz it was
for kids as well as adult men so that was good. The second I stood there,
the man turned his body toward me and showed me his real long, real hard
cock. It looked even bigger this close up. He kept looking back at the main
door but then turned some more toward me.

"Hi", he whispered.

"Hi", I whispered back.

"Quick", he whispered as he leaned closer towards me. "Feel it."

I wasted no time because I suddenly realized that this man might be my
ninth Cock of Christmas. It was only a few days after I had sucked my
eighth Cock of Christmas at the beach but as this was officially a
different month, I knew I'd have to do one for September anyway. And he
looked real nice and was a fun man to play with.

I quickly squeezed his long shaft in the middle and he grinned real
big. "That's niiiice", he whispered.

Suddenly someone came in and the man quickly turned back to face his
urinal. The new person was an old man who went into a stall. We could hear
him unzip and then pee. His peeing was real loud!

As the old man peed, the other man looked down at me and smiled. I giggled
because no one knew the game we were playing at the urinals. He stepped
back a little so I could see he was still playing with his real long cock
but then pushed closer to his urinal when we heard the old man flush.

We both stood there as the old man washed his hands at a sink and took
forever to dry his hands. But then he left and immediately, the man turned
to me again, pushing his cock into my face. Without a word, I started to
pull it up and down, watching the man's skin go up and down with each
milking stroke.

Then I think I surprised him when I leaned in and sucked it into my mouth
because he said in a rather delighted voice, "Oh my God!" He even jumped
slightly when he felt my lips on his cockhead. But I could taste all his
daddy juices because the head of his big penis was all wet and dripping
when I sucked it into my mouth. I could even see he had some stray gray
hairs in his curly man hairs. He wasn't real old but just old enough to
have a few.

He shot his daddy stuff into my mouth after not much sucking. He held my
head to him as if to make sure I didn't pull away when he starting making
his milky stuff. He was only half way done cumming in my mouth when he must
have gotten nervous. He pulled his penis out of my mouth and quickly turned
back to face his urinal where I saw the last two spurts of his cum hit the
pink urinal cake. He blew out his cheeks real big and smiled down at
me. And then he mouthed, 'Wow!" and then mouthed 'Thanks'.

He tucked his long penis back into his pants and zipped up. He flushed his
milky cum down the urinal and quickly exited the bathroom, not even
stopping to wash his hands or anything!

My mommy says you should always wash your hands. He was a Naughty man for
not doing that, wasn't he, Santa?  .  And it's sort of funny, Santa. The
target of my ninth Cock of Christmas was a Target shopper!



OCTOBER:

I barely got my tenth Cock of Christmas, Santa. But I did it!

It happened on Halloween, which is the last day of October, (just in case
you're too busy all the time with Christmas stuff to know about other
holidays).

My daddy wanted me to go to the town hall's afternoon party as Michael
Phelps. Do you know who he is, Santa? He's a guy from the Olympics. He's a
swimmer. My daddy bought me a new Speedo with stars on it and everything.

But my mommy said that she didn't like the idea at all. "Its too cold for
that", she said to my daddy.

So, instead I went to the town hall party as Harry Potter, Santa. I don't
look like him really but I guess any little kid in Harry Potter glasses
looks like him. And my mom was glad because it meant I had to wear a wool
scarf all day.

The town hall is the biggest building in our town and so they have a lot of
town parties there. It was a fun party even though it was light outside the
whole time.

They had it all decorated real scary and had lots of fun food, too. The
town hall is in the middle of town and is a real old building. Some parts
of it are real pretty and bright. But then it has all sorts of floors and
stairs and entrances and rooms and, well, it's a big, weird building. Some
places are dark and scary. And some people even say that the basement is
haunted. But my mommy says there's no such thing as ghosts.

Do you know any ghosts, Santa?

While we were there, this real big handsome man wearing a fire chief's
costume came up to my parents and me and said hello. I quickly said to him
that his costume was super cool. But they all laughed which I didn't
understand.

My daddy then said that the man was our town's Fire Chief and that what he
was wearing was his regular, official uniform. I got all embarrassed but
the man tousled my hair as he nicely said, "I get mistaken for a Trick or
Treater all the time, Nicholas, don't worry about it."

I smiled and quietly replied, "Well, it would make for a super cool costume
if it wasn't what you had to wear to work all the time that is."

And he said, "Yeah, I suppose it would at that. At least I don't have to
wear it on Wednesdays."

"How come?", I asked.

"That's when I go golfing with your dad here", the Fire Chief replied. "And
I get to take it off right after this party in just a couple more hours
since I go off duty then."

He then glanced up at my parents and asked, "So, are you taking the lil'one
trick or treating later?"

My parents said yes, that they'd be taking me around the neighborhood as
soon as it got a little darker.

"Come on by the house then", he said. "Even we lonely widowers have a bag
of candy for the kids, you know. 112 Sycamore Street. Well, you know the
house."

"Do you have to leave your hat and everything at your firehouse?", I
interrupted as I looked some more at his very imposing uniform.

And seeing I was trying to get a closer look, the man leaned down to let me
better inspect the badge on his lapel. "No, I get to keep these clothes. As
nice as they are, they let me keep these", he laughed. "They come home with
me every night."

He then caught me looking directly at his crotch. But I don't figure he
really thought I was doing that, because, he acted like he was trying to
sort out where my eyes had to be looking instead. And then suddenly he
gripped the bottom of his belt buckle. "You like?", he asked, as he flashed
us his big, medallion-like buckle.

I nodded as my mommy asked what it was for. He proudly said, "This is from
the Mayor of New York City. I received it as a thanks for helping out after
9-11." He again moved the buckle back and forth a little so we could better
see it. I looked at it, a picture of tall buildings, but then also looked
at the big man's crotch some more. You could see exactly where his big
penis was pushing out the material of his black trousers. He must be big
was what I thought as he patted his belt buckle a couple of times.

Some other people then came up to us and wanted to talk to the Fire
Chief. So my parents said we'd see him later and they brought me to a table
loaded with candies and drinks.

About a half an hour later, we headed back to our house, which is just a
few blocks away from the town hall. It was really pretty outside. The
leaves were all yellow and red and a lot were on the sidewalks. We passed
some little kids with their mommies and daddies. They were dressed in baby
costumes and had to trick or treat before it got dark.

But since I was in first grade now, my daddy said we could go out right
after it got dark enough. We went back to the house to go to the bathroom
and my mommy called her sister, Aunt Caroline to say a Happy Halloween
hello to my cousins, Michelle and Annie.

Another half an hour passed and it grew darker and darker when my mommy,
with the phone still to her ear, said, "Fine, fine. Then call me back
then. No, no, that's fine. This is more important."

She then hung up the phone and in a depressed tone, said to my daddy. "I
think you have to take Nicholas trick or treating without me."

"Aw, no!", I said. I wanted my mommy and my daddy to go with me to see how
much candy I could get.

"Aw, hon", my daddy said. "How come? What happened."

My mommy said that Aunt Caroline's ex-husband has been late on two child
support payments and that she was going to call back because she doesn't
know what to do since she and my ex-Uncle Bob had recently been talking
about changing their custody agreement to allow him more days with the
girls.

And in case you're wondering, Santa, I knew all those words and stuff
because that's all my Aunt Caroline talked about when we went to
DisneyWorld with her.

"You two have fun and got loads and loads from the neighbors", my mommy
said as she hugged me and adjusted my Harry Potter scarf. "And while you're
out, I'll whip us up some really big burgers...cheeseburgers! And what do
you say to crunchy fries, too?"

She kissed me and then the phone rang. And as she said, "Yeah,
Caroline...", she waved at us going out the front door.

It was suddenly noticeably much cooler outside than before when the sun was
still up. And as he massaged my shoulders to keep me warm, my daddy joked,
"Just you and me, kiddo, on this scary, scary night. Booooooooo".

I carried my plastic pumpkin (that my mommy had bought at Target...even
though I never saw that man there again) and we went up and down our own
block. I collected a lot of candy from just the first six houses. I saw two
kids from my school. One I like. He was dressed like a pirate. And one I
don't like too much. He's always saying mean things about our teacher,
Mr. Callahan. I like Mr. Callahan.

And when we got to old Mrs. Ginario, who lives four houses down, she let me
have three handfuls of Grade-A candy because as she said, "My grandson died
ten years ago. How I'd have spoiled him. We must spoil you little ones!
Take some more."

When my pumpkin got too heavy, my daddy carried it until I got to someone's
door. I did both sides of our street and then my daddy let me do one side
of Elm Street only because it was on the way to his friend, the Fire
Chief's house on Sycamore Street.

As we got to Sycamore Street, there weren't really any trick or treaters
like we'd passed on the other streets. Even though Sycamore Street was just
like our street, it was behind a busier street so I guess most parents
didn't want their kids headed in that direction.

We did three houses but no one was home at any of them. Well, I think there
were people in one because I saw some shadows running around when we
rang. But no one answered and their porch light suddenly went out.

Did you know that the teenage boys sometimes throw eggs at a house like
that, Santa?

Then we got to a really big old house. It was blue I think but it was too
dark out and hard to tell. It had two American flags on either side of the
steps up to the porch. I read the numbers '112' and said, "This is the Fire
Chief's house, right?"

And my daddy gripped my shoulders as he stood behind me "You have a good
memory. Why, next, you'll be able to walk here all by yourself, I imagine."

We found the doorbell and a light went on. Suddenly a big figure came to
the door because we could see it through the glass door even though it had
a curtain on it. Suddenly the door opened wide and the Fire Captain, still
in his uniform and hat greeted us with a big smile.

"So you did come!", he said happily as he glanced around. "Where's your
wife?", he then asked my dad.

"She had an important call back home", my daddy said.

"Ah, that's too bad", the man replied as he waved for us to come in. "I'm
just getting in", he said. "I thought I'd be back sooner but got tied up as
usual. Come in though and warm up a bit."

My daddy stepped in after me as the Fire Chief shut the door. He flipped on
another light switch and led us into the kitchen at the back of the house.

He flipped though some mail that sat on his table but then smiled at us
again and asked, "What can I get you two? Hard or soft drink?"

"Anything you have", my daddy said.

"I'll turn on some tea then", his friend said as he took off his officer's
hat and placed it on a side counter. He started the kettle and turned to
look at me.

"I think I know who you are", he said as he looked me up and down. "That
wizard kid. Harry...Harry Potter! I'm right, right?"

I nodded as I pushed up my round, fake glasses.

"Do you want some milk?", he then asked. "To go with that absolutely
enormous bucket of candy. Man! Look at that haul! I have to move to your
street", he laughed as he looked into my candy-loaded pumpkin.

I giggled and asked if he wanted some.

He smiled at my dad and then nicely at me and said, "Now that's really
very, very nice and generous of you, Nicholas. But this is a day for little
boys like you to get treated. Go into the front hall and take whatever you
want from the bowl. I don't think it will be very busy tonight."

I raced to his front hall and grabbed a handful of Snickers bars and then
raced back into the kitchen and said, "Thank you Mr. Fireman."

He laughed and said that since he was daddy's friend and off duty, I could
call him Mr. Campbell."

"Thanks Mr. Campbell", I said as I watched him pour me a big glass of milk.

As my daddy sat at the kitchen table, waiting on their tea, I said to
Mr. Campbell, "So you do get to keep it."

He looked at me with a puzzled face.

"I think he means the uniform, Dan", my dad said with a smile.

"Oh!", Mr. Campbell laughed. "I almost forget I have it on sometimes. Yes,
see? They let me take it home and everything."

I again stared at his crotch and he again said, "You are fascinated with
his belt buckle, aren't you?"

I nodded. It was a lie, Santa, but I knew I couldn't tell him what I was
really looking at.

"Do you have other uniforms?", I asked. "Or just that one?"

"Oh, I have a few", he said. "A change of this and then a dressier one I
hardly ever wear."

"Can I see it?", I asked.

Mr. Campbell looked at my dad and my daddy said, "Only if Mr. Campbell
wants to show you. Its okay with me though."

"Well, they're in my bedroom", he said, again looking to my daddy.

"Its up to you", my daddy said. "I'll keep a watch on the tea. Go ahead,
Dan. Show him anything you want."

"Please?", I begged.

"Well, okay by me", Mr. Campbell said. "I have to change out of this thing
anyway." He then looked at my daddy again and asked, "That okay with you?"

My daddy nodded big and smiled. "Yeah, you had a long day. Don't get stuck
in that thing because of us. Go change into something else. You can show
him where you keep the uniform."

Mr. Campbell led me upstairs to where his bedroom was. It had a lot of big
old furniture and pictures of flowers on the walls. I saw a lot of photos
of some woman on a dresser and asked who she was.

"That was my wife", he said as he opened the door to his bedroom closet.

"Where is she?", I asked innocently.

"She's in heaven", he answered as he turned on the light in the walk in
closet. "She died almost three years ago."

"That's sad", I said as her picture suddenly scared me, knowing she was
dead. Then, maybe because it was Halloween, I asked, "Is she a ghost?"

Mr. Campbell laughed slightly as he pulled out a wooden hanger. He said,
"Well, I don't think so, Nicholas. If there were really ghosts, we'd be
tripping over them all the time I think."

I turned around and saw that Mr. Campbell had taken off his uniform jacket.

"I hang this on a separate hanger so it doesn't wrinkle the pants.", he
said as he then hung it on the rod in his closet.

I stepped into the closet with him. It smelled like talcum and like daddy.

He then pointed out his dressier uniform and a pair of really tall
boots. He even showed me his old fireman's uniform that hung in the very
back of the closet from the days when he put out fires.

He then stepped out of the closet and led me out, too. He asked if I wanted
to go back downstairs to join my daddy in the kitchen. But I shook my head
and said I liked it up there, in his room.

I looked at his dead wife's picture again and saw another photo, one with a
man and a woman in it, on a side table.

As he began to unbutton his shirt, I asked, "Who are these?"

"The one on the left is my daughter, Denise. And that's my son, Eddie, on
the right", he said as he pulled off his white uniform shirt.

"How old are they?", I asked thinking they looked way older than me.

"Denise is twenty", he said. "And Eddie is nineteen. They're both away at
college."

I looked back at Mr. Campbell and saw he now wore only a tee shirt and his
black uniform pants. He kicked off his shoes as he answered my questions.

And again I stared right at his crotch. It was real big in his trousers.

"Want to look at it again?", he asked quietly as he placed his hand on the
belt buckle.

I nodded and he said, "Well, come here then."

I jumped at the chance to get closer to him. And I hoped he might be, he
had to be, my tenth Cock of Christmas - even if he was my daddy's friend
and a very important man in our town. It was the last day of October and I
had to do him.

He sat on the edge of his bed and told me to kneel on the floor in front of
him so I could look at it more closely. I scooted right into place,
kneeling in front of him, between his spread legs as he flashed his big
belt buckle at me.

"See? This is the World Trade Center, these two buildings here", he said as
his thick, right index finger traced the engraved picture of two
buildings. "And can you tell me what letters these are?", he asked as he
pointed to three large letters that were centered on the metal.

"That's an N, and that's a Y and that's a C", I answered proudly as I used
my much littler right index finger to point to each letter on the buckle.

"That's very good, Nicholas", Mr. Campbell said as he looked at the door to
his bedroom. "Hang on a second", he then said as he jumped up and closed it
firmly. He quickly returned to the bed and sat just as he had before as he
said, "Sometimes there's a cold draft that comes in from the hallway."

I settled between the man's long, powerful thighs again and looked some
more at his buckle. "And what's that?", I asked as I pointed and pressed
hard on a picture of a rectangle behind the buildings.

"Oh, you know what that is", Mr. Campbell said as he leaned back slightly,
moving the buckle around as I pressed in closer to look.

"Hmmm", I said. "I dunno."

"Look here", he said as he stroked a part of the rectangle. "What are
those?"

As I looked closer and harder, my hands had to grip the tops of the man's
thighs for support.

"They're stars, right?", he explained while I enjoyed being so close to him
as he showed me the light engraving of what could have been stars.

"Ohhhh!", I said to him. "I know! I know! It's a flag!"

Mr. Campbell grinned and said, "You got it. That's our flag. Want to feel
it? Run your fingers along the buckle and you can even feel the stripes of
the flag."

I traced my small right index finger right along the cold metal and felt
little bumps and lines. Then without even asking him, I ran my fingers
right off the buckle and onto the black material of his pants where it
bulged real big. It felt real warm between his thighs.

He didn't say anything but I could feel that Mr. Campbell was breathing
heavier as my little fingers ran all over his big bulge that was real hard
inside his black pants. I looked up at him and he just smiled.

"You have something big in here", I said with a smile. "I can tell."

"Oh, you can, can you?", he answered a bit out of breath. "What do you
think I have in there?"

I giggled and said, "What all daddies and boys have in there."

"And what's that?", Mr. Campbell asked.

"A wiener", I replied as I began to slowly massage his bulge. I looked up
and saw Mr. Campbell's eyes roll a bit when I did that to him.

"Yeah, I got a wiener in there", he said softly. "It's a big wiener, too. A
real big wiener."

I just responded by squeezing the bulge in his black uniform slacks even
more.

Mr. Campbell sat straight up and took off my Harry Potter glasses. He
carefully laid them on the bedspread next to him as he said, "We'll keep
them safe there. But you're much too handsome to have those big things
hiding your face."

He then laid back slightly as he watched me squeeze his bulge some more.

"Can you figure out how that works?", he asked as he saw me fiddling a
little with the big, special belt buckle.

I tried to pry it open but it didn't seem to open like other belt buckles I
had ever seen.

But he seemed to enjoy me struggling. As I tried and tried, my forearms
pressed into his crotch. I could feel his pee-pee throbbing on my arms,
Santa! Just trying to open his buckle made Mr. Campbell super excited, I
think.

I tried some more but couldn't work it so he reached and unlatched
something, freeing the buckle. Then he leaned back again to watch me open
up his belt completely.

"What should we open next?" he asked me with a wry smile.

"I can open your pants, I bet", I replied.

"Oh can you?", he answered with a grin. "And why would you want to do
that?"

I knew I couldn't tell him about the Secret Santa game so I just said,
"Because I like opening men's pants."

And he said, "Oh, do you? And do you open a lot of men's pants, Nicholas?"

I blushed and said, "Sometimes."

"Yeah?", Mr. Campbell asked. "You're such a lil'one. Where did you learn
that you like opening men's pants for them?"

I just shrugged my shoulders as I played with the clasp of his uniform
pants. "I can open these kind easy", I boasted.

"Think so?", he said. "I bet you can't do it that easily."

I used both hands to undo the clasp at the waist. I was done in a second
and looked up at him and said, "See? That was a super easy one."

"You're good at that", Mr. Campbell said. He looked at me right on his
crotch and then asked in a very low voice, "Where do you want to go next?"

I just felt his big bulgy mound and then squeezed it.

"You want to go in there?", he asked breathlessly again.

I nodded as I stared at the way the big bulge throbbed some in his black
slacks.

"You sure you want to go there? I'm pretty big, Nicholas", he said quietly
as he swallowed deeply. "And you're only a lil'one."

I answered him by tugging at his zipper tab. Mr. Campbell grew silent as he
just leaned back, propping himself up on his elbows as he watched me tug
and slowly pull down his zipper all the way.

As I pulled it down, his pants opened and more and more. And with each tug,
his boxer shorts poked out from the open fly. He was super hard and his
boner was so big that it made his underwear look like big white tent. I ran
my fingers along the thin fabric and could feel how hot and thick his
wienie was. And it seemed to point straight up to the ceiling, Santa!

"That feels wonderful", Mr. Campbell said as he regulated his
breathing. "Do you want to see what's inside making that happen?", he asked
as he held his long shaft through his boxers.

I nodded enthusiastically.

"Then reach inside and pull out what I have in there", he said in a voice
that seemed to surrender to what he was doing with me.

I reached my little hand into the gaping fly of his boxer shorts and
wrapped it around his enormous shaft. It was so thick and hot, Santa! I
tried to pull it out of the fly and even though it was a big opening, he
was just too hard and long to get it out.

"See? I warned you. It's a real big one", Mr. Campbell said with a grin.

But I tried again and when he shifted a little, I was able to pull his huge
boner out of the fly. It looked like a giant snake or something. Only hard
and with hairs around where it came out of the fly. Without being asked, I
stroked it up and down just like I had learned to do.

"You like that, don't you?", he asked.

I said I did and he said, "I could tell you do. And I can tell you've done
that before, too."

"I have", I confessed.

"Yeah, I can tell", he replied. He then propped up straighter to see better
and asked, "And what else have you done? Your daddy told me you do
something else, too. And he said you're real good at it."

I watched the man's juices ooze and dribble down his shaft while I ran my
hand up and down it. Santa, he made so much juice I thought I should lick
it up so it wouldn't make his curl man hairs all messy.

"You know how to suck these, don't you?", Mr. Campbell said as he looked at
me stroking his erection. "Your daddy told me you like to suck these. Was
he telling me a fib?"

I shook my head and said, "No! My daddy doesn't ever tell fibs. I do! I
love to do a BJ on a daddy and men."

"Oh a lil'one like you sucking on something this big? And on someone this
old?", Mr. Campbell said as he held his erection straight up. "I'd have to
see that to believe it."

"I can prove it!", I said. "I can show you! If you want."

"Yeah? What can you show me?", the Fire Chief asked.

"I'll lick this all up", I answered as I pointed to his juices that were
flowing down his shaft.

"Oh, you don't want to eat that stuff up, do you?", he asked with a big
smile. "Out of an old guy like me?"

"I'll prove it!", I said and I leaned in and licked up all the sweet sticky
water that flowed along his penis. When I finished licking it all up, I
showed him my mouth and said, "Told ya!"

"I believe you! I believe you!", Mr. Campbell said as he tried to catch his
breath. "So now put your mouth on it and keep it on it, Nicholas. Your dad
says you take cum, so take mine when I cum, okay?"

I started giving Mr. Campbell a BJ while he laid back, watching. I was so
happy to be getting my tenth Cock of Christmas, Santa!

In just a few minutes, he gripped the base of his cock at the same time as
he gripped the top of my head. He said in a grunted voice, "I'm going to
cum, Nicholas. Get ready for my cum, okay? Don't pull off now."

He began squirting all his milky stuff right into my mouth as he held my
head in place the whole time. It was so much that some flowed out of my
mouth and down to his underpants. Some even made a mess on his black pants.

Mr. Campbell then released his hold on my head and lay flat on his back
while I played with still hard cock. He then pulled my hand away, laughing
as he said it was too sensitive after cumming.

He then got up off the bed and asked if I was okay, if I had liked doing
that with him. I said yes and he said I could watch him change into his
sweats then we'd go back downstairs.

I sat on the edge of his bed as I watched him step out of his pants and
then pull off his boxer shorts. Even soft, he was huge, Santa! And I
watched the way his huge skr-o-tem swung back and forth as he pulled on
gray sweat pants. He then put on a dark blue tee shirt and as he sat next
to me on the bed to tie his gym shoes, he asked if I knew what his tee
shirt said.

I ran my fingers along his left pectoral where there were words printed.

"That says 'Village Fire Dept. 47'", he said. That's the firehouse here in
town. It's on Second Avenue. Ask your daddy to take you there
sometime. Okay?"

We then went back downstairs where my dad was watching the television in
the kitchen as he sipped a mug of tea.

"Well, you must have seen the whole collection", my daddy said to me as he
pulled out a chair at the table.

"Yeah, he saw everything", Mr. Campbell said. "And your lil'Nicholas here
knows how to put out a big fire, don't he?!"



NOVEMBER:

My daddy's was my eleventh Cock of Christmas, Santa. I hope it's okay since
he was one on my list last year, too. But daddy said it would count because
every year I can do someone again. So I'm following your rules, Santa!

Last year, daddy's cock was the second Cock of Christmas but this year it
happened just last month! I know my daddy pulled on his penis a lot this
year when I did other cocks but it didn't happen where I sucked him until
Thanksgiving! (In case you don't know, Thanksgiving is when people thank
God for food and football, too, I think).

I woke up real early because my mommy and daddy got up early to get our
turkey ready. It was huge, Santa! But we needed a real huge one because my
Grandpa and Grandma Jameston, my Uncle Stuart and Aunt Barbara and my
cousins, Laurie, Lanie and, Louis were coming for Thanksgiving dinner. Even
our next door neighbors, the Landers came.

I watched my daddy pull the insides out of the turkey. It was yucky but
cool too. He even let me feel them. They were all cold and red but I
giggled because it was so gross. Then when my mommy started getting it
ready, daddy put on his jeans and a coat. He said I could help him shovel
the path to our house. It snowed but just a little bit. So I ran and got
dressed and put on my coat.

There wasn't much snow so it didn't take too long. But I got to play with
Rex, my dog, in the yard some. He loves snow, too. (Can you bring Rex a
chew bone this Christmas? You know, not the kind of bone I like to chew but
one that doggies like?).

When we were done, my mommy said that the Thanksgiving parade was going to
start on t.v. in about an hour. So my daddy went upstairs to his and
mommy's bathroom with me. Mommy said that we should get ready so later all
we'd have to do would be to change into our special clothes.

In the bathroom, my daddy pulled off his tee shirt and jeans. He has a real
hairy chest and tummy. I even got to look at his bulge in his
underpants. As he stepped out of his jeans, it flopped around a little and
looked long and big even in the white stretchy fabric.

He told me to take off all my stuff, too, because he said I would be taking
a shower with him. So excited, I took off my jeans and 'Jimmy Neutron' tee
shirt. Then daddy watched and winked at me when I pulled down my
underpants. It's always real fun to be in the bathroom alone with daddy.

Daddy started the shower and then held open the glass door so I could go in
first. He watched my little butt as I stepped into mommy and daddy's
shower. I hardly ever got to shower in there unless it was with my daddy
sometimes.

The water was real warm and the room got all steamy but it made it like a
movie I once saw where a policeman was looking for the wolfman. Daddy
stepped in next to me. And my shoulder accidentally (sort of) brushed along
his hip and thingy, Santa!

Daddy stood under the water and got real wet. The hair all over his chest
and tummy looked even darker! He then let me get all wet too as he
shampooed his hair. I couldn't stop looking at my daddy's wiener though
Santa. It's the handsomest pee-pee in the whole wide world!

Then daddy shampooed me. I stood with my back to him and he scrunched his
fingers on my head as he shampooed me. I could even sort of feel his wiener
where it sort of brushed and pressed on the back of my shoulders.

Then daddy squirted off some soap that's like a liquid and started rubbing
it on himself. I asked if I could do it too. So daddy let me reach up real
high to put my hands up to the spigot while he pumped the dispenser. My
hands were full of blue liquidy soap. He told me to rub it on my chest and
belly and so I did as he watched. "Don't forget that", he said, as he
pointed to my pee-pee and so I rubbed the soap on it real good while he
watched.

He then rubbed his chest some more himself and I got to watch his wiener
swing back and forth some as he moved slightly back and forth.

Daddy had pumped a lot of soap into my hands and so I had a lot still in
them even after I rubbed some on me. So I got an idea and asked my daddy if
he needed some more. Especially since he's so much bigger than I am. He had
more places to wash!

Daddy said "Sure, you can rub some here", as he pointed to his belly. So I
rubbed my little hands all over his flat hairy belly. He even said I could
wash out his bellybutton which was funny. So I poked my little index finger
right into it a little bit and giggled.

Then I rubbed my hands down lower and daddy let me wash his curly man hairs
while he smiled at me. I looked right at his wiener and could see it got
thicker when I did that. And when it started to grow like daddies sometimes
do when they're real happy, he said, "Turn around so we get you all
clean". He pumped off more soap and rubbed in all over my back and even all
over my little 'tushy' (as my daddy likes to call it sometimes). Daddy did
a real good job, too. He spread my little buttcheeks and rubbed all along
there with the soap. It tickled and felt good. He even slipped a finger
into my little butthole back there to make sure it was super duper clean
for Thanksgiving, too.

He had me rinse off all the sudsy soap, bending forward as he held my
buttcheeks apart so the water could hit my butthole real good.

Then he rinsed himself all over and shut off the water. He opened the glass
door and told me to step out while he watched to make sure I didn't
slip. The bathroom was steamy but felt cold, too. Daddy stepped out and
grabbed a huge white towel and wrapped it around me. It was like I was
wrapped in a sleeping bag. It was one of the big, special towels only my
mommy and daddy used. Daddy rubbed me dry like that and I giggled the whole
time.

I could see through the opening water dripping off his penis as it swung
back and forth while he rubbed me so when he was done, I said, "Your turn!"

Daddy grabbed a second towel but I pulled it out of his hands and said, "I
can dry you, daddy." He asked, "Oh? Think so? I'm much bigger than you."

I said I know but started rubbing the white towel all over his frontside. I
wiped his hairy chest as high as I could reach and then rubbed it down to
his tummy. Then he said, "What about this?", as he looked down at his big,
hairy wet cock and skr-o-tem thingy. "Its all wet, too", he said. "You have
to dry there real, real, good."

So I rubbed the towel all over daddy's pee-pee and big, hairy "sack of
goodies". He stood with his legs spread some which made it easier. And you
know what, Santa? When I dried him there, I could feel his wiener get
bigger and harder even though I only felt it through the thick towel.

Then daddy took the towel from me and quickly rubbed it all down his back
because I couldn't reach that anyway. He rubbed it along his legs and butt
and then tossed it onto the floor. But then he had me turn around so he
could make sure I was all dry, too. He squatted next to me and used my
towel again. He wrapped it around me and then rubbed all over. It tickled
again and so I giggled more.

"Let's make sure you're all dry back here", he then said as he spread my
buttcheeks in his hand. He quickly ran the towel over me and then down each
of my legs. "All done!", he then said as he stood up tall.

I turned around and daddy winked at me saying I was such a good showerer.

Since none of the people invited would be coming until later in the
afternoon, my daddy said we could just wear comfy clothes until they
came. He led me back to their bedroom and I sat on mommy and daddy's bed
totally naked while my daddy quickly put on some clothes. He pulled on
sweat shorts that are dark blue and sort of loose. I like when he wears
those because I can see his pee-pee flop around in it when he walked
around. He saw me looking at him and even flexed a muscle for me before
pulling on his sweatshirt that has a big U on it. It says the name of where
daddy went to college but I forget the name right now.

Then he sat next to me on the bed as he pulled on his big, comfy
slippersocks that have those skiddy things on the bottoms. I have exactly
the same pair only in my size. So I knew I'd be wearing mine, too.

Daddy jumped up from the bed and said, "Come on! Your turn! Lets get you
dressed before you freeze to death!"

I wasn't cold, daddy was just being silly I think. We scurried real fast
across the hallway to my bedroom, my daddy holding my arms out the whole
way like we were flying. I giggled real loud and even my mommy heard us
because she called up from downstairs, "I hear your silliness up there! So
you two must be done. The parade starts in ten minutes!"

My daddy went to my dresser and pulled out the sweatshirt my mommy got for
me. It had SpongeBob on it but he was dressed like an Indian. Then he
pulled out my plaid, flannel pajama bottoms and said that would fine enough
since it was just a day to lay around the rec room watching t.v. and
snacking.

I put on my clothes and then daddy helped me with my matching slippersocks
that are just like his.

"Let's race!", daddy said. "So we don't miss any of the Macy's parade!"

The he counted, "One...two...go!"

I laughed because daddy ran ahead of me. He forgot to say three, Santa!

We sort of raced to our rec room that's just a family room, Santa. It's
downstairs on the lowest floor and has sliding doors to our
patio. Upstairs, the kitchen goes out to our real big deck.

Mommy came downstairs and turned on the big screen t.v.. while daddy
started a fire in the fireplace down there. Mommy even brought down a tray
with coffee for daddy and milk for me. And she also brought us two bowls of
cereal - Cheerios - which are my favorite! Then my mommy sat in a chair and
told us she had the turkey in the oven but was going to be starting the
other dishes once the parade started.

There were a bunch of commercials before it started so I sat on the floor
eating my bowl of Cheerios while Daddy ate his cereal where he sat on the
big couch. Mommy said that Grandma Jeanne had called while we were
showering but she told her we'd call back later to say hi.

Then the parade started and it was so exciting. I was at the real parade
last year, Santa! (Remember I told you that my eleventh Cock of Christmas
last year was that man in the parade line?). Mommy watched the first ten
minutes but when it went to commercial, she got up and said that she'd
watch the parade on the t.v. in the kitchen and that she just wanted to see
the opening on the big screen. Then she started telling us all the
delicious stuff she was making for dinner (well, except the creamed spinach
thing). Then she said that my daddy's mommy had better not forget the pies
she was baking.

When the show started again, the phone rang at the same time and so mommy
ran up the stairs back to the kitchen.

While I finished my cereal, my daddy was already done and had laid down on
the couch with a big pillow under his head as he asked me if I thought
SpongeBob would be in the parade.

I then asked, "I ate have my cereal. Can I be done?"

And my daddy smiled and said "Sure. Hop up with me and we can watch the
t.v. together."

I bounced up, all excited to get to snuggle with my daddy on the big blue
couch! He scooted over but only a bit since I'm so little and the couch is
so big. I put my head on my daddy's chest and it felt all warm and he
smelled like the soap we'd used. I watched the parade and my daddy would
sometimes point to a float and ask me who the characters were. My mommy
knew more of them than my daddy did since he was always at work when they'd
be on.

When the second set of commercials came on, my mommy came back downstairs
and told us that had been her Aunt Isabel on the phone. She wished
everybody a happy Thanksgiving and they had to replace her hip again
because the first one wasn't measured right.

My mommy watched a few minutes of the parade then but got up and said she
had to get the spiced pears ready.

I was watching the t.v. but was also looking down my daddy's body to see it
so I could help but notice the big lump inside his sweat shorts. That's
what makes them my favorite ones! I don't think he though about it or
thought I was looking. My daddy wasn't hard and it wasn't making a tent
like wienies sometimes do. But then he asked me what I was looking at and I
blushed.

He grinned and hugged me close as he said, "That's okay."

We snuggled some more as we watched two huge balloons that looked as big a
building pass on the screen. And they look even huger in real life, Santa!

That's when I did it, Santa! As we watched the parade, I slowly let my hand
slide down my daddy's chest and right down to his bulge. He didn't say
anything but he hugged me close and smiled at me as I did it, too!

Suddenly we heard my mommy called down from upstairs, "Want some
coffeecake, you two?"

I pulled my hand away real fast but my daddy, as we laid there, called
back, "No, thanks, hon! We're fine! Maybe a little later though."

"No, mommy!" I also shouted. "I'm not hungry!"

"Okay", she called back down. "But it's up here when you're ready. What did
you think of that great big float with all the lights flashing on it?
Wasn't that something?"

My daddy said, "Yeah, it was really something". And as he squeezed me
tight, I giggled. I don't even think I saw that float on the t.v. because
I'd been looking at my daddy's big bulge.

When it got quiet again, my daddy leaned his head back to check the stairs
and then he hugged me tight once again as he looked down at his bulge. It
seemed to have gotten bigger, Santa!

While some lady sang some boring song, I again snuggled and let my hand
wander down my daddy's chest. He had crossed his ankles as he laid there
which made his bulge stand up even more. My little hand ran across it and
then lightly squeezed it a little bit.

Daddy stroked my hair as he watched the t.v. and my hand at the same
time. I ran my fingers and then my little palm all along his long, hard
wienie. I was throbbing real hard then up and down inside his sweat
shorts. I could feel its whole shape, too, because he wasn't wearing any
underpants underneath the shorts.

I then reached up under his sweatshirt and ran my hand along my daddy's
tummy. It was all warm and hairy under there. Then I went down and my hand
stopped at the waistband of his sweatshorts. I wasn't sure if I should try
to go in there.

Daddy seemed to sense that, too, and he again leaned his head back to look
at the stairs. When we heard the kitchen mixer whirring upstairs, he
relaxed and smiled at me again letting me know I could go further with
him. So I pushed my little hand right under the elastic and into daddy's
shorts! It was super hairy and warm in there. His curly man hairs were all
scratchy yet soft at the same time. And right away I felt his hard wienie
thumping along side my hand. It was super duper hard. How do daddies get
them so hard, Santa?

I ran my hand on top of his hard wienie and felt all his bumps and veins
and stuff as it throbbed under my fingers. I even felt some sticky wet
stuff when I ran my fingers all around the huge head of daddy's cock.

He looked at me and kissed my forehead as he let me play with him down
there. He even scunched up some so he could lift up, letting me get my hand
even deeper into his shorts. I had daddy's big man thingies in my hand,
where daddies make all their milky stuff.

Then I started to stroke his shaft like I know daddies like done. He kept
leaning back to look at the stairs but then would watch his shorts where my
whole and half my arm were hidden.

He then softly nudged me to scoot down some. So I slid down half way so my
head was laying on daddy's tummy as I played with his hard penis inside his
sweatshorts. I was having so much fun just feeling it and stroking it. My
little fingers got all sticky and I even pulled out my hand to show them to
daddy who just smiled.

We then heard my mommy start down the stairs, so I again pulled my hand out
real fast as daddy grabbed the afghan that my Grandma Jeanne had made that
was on the back of the couch. He threw it over his middle and feet. We just
pretended to be watching t.v. when she came into the room with a plate.

"I brought you each some coffeecake anyway", she said. Then seeing a
SpongeBob balloon she exclaimed, "Look, Nicholas! You're wearing his
sweatshirt!"

I sat half way up to look at the t.v. and show mommy my shirt. But I wished
that mommy wouldn't have interrupted.

Daddy reached over and took a slice of coffeecake as he laid there. As he
ate it, it told my mommy it was great and she started to tell him the
recipe. But I said, "Shhh, mommy, the show's on!"

Mommy laughed and raised her hands. "Sorry, sorry, sorry!", she said. "I
don't want to interrupt the parade. She then said in a quieter voice to
daddy, "I basted the turkey and have to do it again later. And the spice
pears are in the fridge. So I'm going to go upstairs and get showered, too,
I think. Then I have to get the yams ready. Want to help me then? The
parade will be over."

"Sure, babe", my daddy said. "Go take your time. You've been up since
six. We'll be okay."

"We'll even smell for if the turkey starts to burn, mommy!", I offered.

"Well, I don't think that will happen. But thank you, Nicholas", she
said. "If the phone rings, pick it up, okay? I'm thinking Caroline might
call this morning."

Then mommy went back upstairs and daddy pulled back the afghan. I smiled up
at him as he smiled back. I dug my little hand into his shorts again and
felt how meaty and heavy his pee-pee was. Almost right away, he was super
hard again and he lifted up a little so he could pull down his sweatshorts
just a little, so it was under his big daddy thingies.

His boner looked so hard and big as he laid there and let me play with
it. Some daddy juice leaked out and ran down the shaft but I wiped it up
and slurped it off my little fingers. Daddy had his right hand on my head
and sort of nudged for me to put his wiener in my mouth. I opened real,
real wide and sucked daddy's cock into my mouth. It tasted real good. Sort
of warm and salty but sweet. And it smelled like daddy and soap as I sucked
and licked all up and down it.

The parade was still on but I wasn't even watching the picture anymore as I
gave daddy a real good BJ. He thrust his hips up and down a couple of times
and moaned a little too. So I think I was doing a good job for my daddy.

And then he gripped his big shaft in his left hand when it started getting
extra hard. I knew what was going to happen. It always seems to happen
right when men get that extra hardness. Daddy held the top of my head as he
made sure his wiener was directly right inside my mouth as much as it would
fit.

Then it started shooting all that milky stuff daddies make. I could feel
it. It was like washing out my mouth in it. It tasted all sweet but a
little weird but good, too. And it was real creamy. I could feel how creamy
his daddy stuff was because it was real thick as it flowed down my tongue
and throat. Daddy held my head in place until he was all done shooting all
his daddy thingies had in them. Daddy once told me that's where all that
milky stuff comes out of even though it shoots out of the head. When I was
done drinking it all from daddy, he kissed me on the top of my head.

And you know what's funny, Santa? And daddy said it was a sign. But right
when I was done with daddy, my eleventh Cock of Christmas, we looked at the
t.v. and YOU were on! You were in your snowy float and waving right at
us. So I knew you were happy that I was playing the Secret Santa game with
my daddy!



DECEMBER:

I know you want all little boys to have their Twelve Cocks of Christmas
list all done before Christmas Eve so I was always asking my daddy if I
should try to suck this man or that man that we would pass in the
street. He'd chuckle a little saying that I had to play the game so no one
would get caught or be in trouble. So he said I couldn't just go up to
anyone and ask if I could suck their penis for them.

He said, that I had done a great job of playing the game all year and that
the twelfth Cock of Christmas would come to me as had the others.

But I never thought the twelfth would be YOU, Santa! Remember how I sucked
your wiener behind that building. I was the little kid who sucked on your
penis and drank your milky stuff on December 4th in the afternoon. It was
behind the hardware store in our town?

Of course you remember me because you're Santa!

But in case you don't (you must have a lot of little boys sucking on you),
I was the little kid in the blue coat with the hood and red scarf? It was
Saturday morning and daddy took me shopping in our town's main shopping
area. We went to the bakery and then had to stop to get some light bulbs at
the hardware store. My daddy hates Wal-Mart so he always buys everything he
can in the family-owned stores in town.

And I got so excited! Because you were standing right in front of the
hardware store! You were standing next to a big red kettle and you were
ringing a bell. Do you remember being in my town, now, Santa?

I was so shocked to see you. But then daddy said that you came to towns to
help people before bringing presents to children on Christmas Eve. He said
you were at the mall listening to Christmas lists (the kind my mommy helps
me with - not this one). And that then you help poor families by collecting
money.

We then went inside the hardware store and bought lightbulbs and two
extension cords.

And when we came out, you rang your bell again and asked me how I was
doing! You even tapped the top of my hood as we stood in the cold. That
made me giggle.  I was so excited to be talking to you, Santa! My mommy had
taken me to see you at the mall after Thanksgiving but it was so busy that
all I got to tell you was my Christmas list.

My daddy asked you how things were going. And you said it was very slow and
that most people were at the malls...and Wal-Mart on the weekends before
Christmas. So daddy dug into his pocket and put some money in your kettle
for the poor people in our town (even though I never see any).

You looked cold and even had on a big hooded parka over your red suit,
Santa. But isn't it colder in the North Pole than in our town? But I guess
it might be magic snow there so maybe it doesn't feel cold? Because I never
see your elves wearing top coats.

As you rubbed your hands together, I asked how you kept warm and you said
that around the building was where you went to the bathroom and to drink
some hot chocolate. Daddy asked why you didn't just go into the store and
then you said that our town council said he couldn't do that anymore. But
that provided you some conveniences anyway.

I jumped up and down and asked to see where you went to warm up. You said
it didn't look anything like your castle at the North Pole. Bu then you
looked at my daddy to see if it would be okay.

My daddy smiled and nodded. "Sure, take him back there. He'll want to see
everything."

You then said you had to take the kettle with you but you let daddy hold on
to your bell. Then I took your hand, so excited to see where you go when
you're in our town. We walked around the big, old building and it was
really cold and quiet in the alley back there. We passed two huge dump
things they use for garbage. And I asked you why the town had you come to
warm up behind the garbage. You just said, "Yeah, tell me about it, kid."

All the way at the very end of the alley was a wooden fence that was real
high. But you said the car there was yours. I asked where your sleigh and
reindeer were. And you told me that they don't let you use those in our
town, either. That you're allowed to use it only on Christmas Eve. But I
guess a Dodge Neon is okay, too.

You locked the kettle into the trunk of your car and then got a tall
thermos from your front seat. It didn't smell like hot chocolate. It
smelled like coffee but maybe I was wrong.

I pointed to a greenish plastic thing next to the car and asked what it
was. It was like a little house. And you said it was a Port-o-Potty. I
giggled because you said 'potty' but then you said it was really, truly a
potty. You said the town didn't allow you to use the ones in the stores but
instead provided that Port-o-Potty for you to use.

I asked if I could look inside it since I never in my whole life saw a
potty that looked like that! You asked me if I was serious - if I really
wanted to see it. And I nodded. You said, "Okay, kid, anything you want."

You put down the thermos and walked over to the Port-o-Potty and pulled
open the door. I peered inside and saw it had nothing but a toilet seat and
a weird thing on the wall. I giggled and said, "It's really a potty."

And you asked me what I thought it was going to look like.

I then pointed to the weird thing on the wall and asked what it
was. "That's for men...and Santas...to use. You know what a urinal is,
right?"

I nodded and asked if that weird thing was really a urinal. And you said
yeah.

I asked where the pee-pee went. I pointed to this thin tube that came out
of the bottom of the weird thing and asked if it went down through there.

You looked all around and then up the alley. Then you said, "Want to see
exactly how it works, kid?"

I nodded my head enthusiastically.

"Santa's got to go anyway", you said. "Come over here and I'll show ya."

I stood right outside the Port-o-Potty while you stepped inside of it. It
was way too small for use both to go into it, especially with our big
winter coats on.

"Here, hold the door open", you told me as I stood on the
pavement. "Santa's got to take a wicked piss. You can watch...and, um, see
how this thing here works."

I stood there in the cold but was mesmerized by the fact that I was
watching Santa Claus open his coat and unzipping his red velvet pants! (I
always wondered if your suit had buttons or zippers. And you showed me it's
a zipper).

Then I got real quiet because you pulled your wiener out, Santa! I never in
a million zillion years thought I'd be able to see your penis, Santa! It
was way bigger than I thought. I don't know why. Maybe I just never thought
of you having a penis before. But that's silly because you're a man, well,
sort of and you have a beard and wife and everything!

You grinned at me as you let me see the whole entire length of your cock
while you peed into the weird thing. And even though I couldn't see your
pee, I heard it as it loudly went down that tube thing.

You pulled back the skin on your cock a few times as your peeing came to a
trickle and then you shook it up and down a whole bunch of times.

You saw I was staring right at it the whole time and when you were all
done, you asked me real quietly if I wanted to feel it. You looked out at
the alley once more and again asked, "Want to feel Santa's meat, kid?"

I was so thrilled and excited. I almost couldn't answer but nodded my head
up and down real fast as I said, "Really Santa? Can I?"

"Yeah, sure, kid. You can feel my meat", you said. "But we gotta make it
quick. Okay? Um, it's too cold out here so we have to it fast."

I jumped at the chance and reached out my hand. You said that I had to take
off my little mitten so I could really get a good feel of your wienie. I
took it off as you shook your big cock up and down watching me.

Then I reached into the Port-o-Potty and grasped your cock, Santa. Even
though it was real cold outside, your "meat" was real warm and thick. The
skin moved up and down on it as I stroked its length for you.

"That's real nice, kid", you said to me. "Want to make Santa Claus a real
happy man for Christmas?"

I nodded and said "Sure!"

"You ever suck a man's meat, kid?", you asked me. "Ever suck your daddy?"

I blushed but nodded. And you grinned big as you asked, "You have? You
sucked your daddy's meat? His cock?"

Again I nodded and you turned your body so you were in the Port-o-Potty but
facing out. Your cock stuck out of your red velvet pants and bobbed up and
down once. "Think you can suck this one?", you asked. "Do it for Santa,
eh?"

Without wasting time in the cold and not wanting to disappoint you, I
immediately stepped up to your jumbo boner and licked all around the skin
at the top. You kept looking up and out down the alleyway but you pulled me
by my hood and shoved your wiener all the way into my mouth. I gagged a
little but knew I had to do a real good, maybe the very best BJ on you,
Santa!

I was getting used to your jumbo hard cock but you kept shoving your hips
toward me, making it go real deep into my throat as you kept a grip on my
hood. You did that the whole time so I figured that you really, really
needed a BJ bad. Maybe you're away from the North Pole and Mrs. Claus too
long during December?

You jabbed your hard pee-pee into my mouth a whole bunch of times. You
wiggled your hips and everything as I sucked on you. I even could feel the
velvet of your pant's fly on my chin sometimes, you got your boner that far
down my throat!

Then with it all the way down my throat, you held my hood and I could tell
you were pumping your Santa stuff into me. It was so deep down my throat I
couldn't feel or taste any but I knew you were shooting all your daddy
stuff just the same. (I know that even men like you don't have kids still
make daddy stuff. Besides, you're sort of a daddy to every little boy and
girl!).

When you were done, you pushed me off you and I looked at your jumbo penis,
all wet and shiny in my spit and some of your milk. You wiped it off with
your hand and then bent to stick it back into your red velvet pants.

I stood there still gulping down some of your Santa juice even though I
knew most of it went straight into my tummy. You stepped out of the
Port-o-Potty and told me to put my mitten back on as you zipped up your
hooded parka.

You didn't say anything else to me then, Santa and I thought maybe you were
mad. So I asked, "Did I do something wrong, Santa?" And you looked at me as
you opened your car's trunk and said, "No, why do you ask, kid?"

"I just don't want you to be mad", I said. "You seem mad."

You took out the kettle and slammed the trunk as you looked at me.

Then you came around to where I stood and patted my head. "No way, kid",
you told me. "Santa's just never run into a boy like you before. I mean,
Santa's never done that, had his meat in a kid's mouth like that before."

"NEVER?", I asked incredulously. "You mean no little boy like me has ever
sucked on your wiener before?"

"You're the first kid!", you said as you hefted the kettle into your other
hand.

I beamed with pride knowing that I was the first little boy to ever suck on
Santa Claus' wee-wee and drink all his milky daddy stuff!

But I was confused and asked, "But what about your Secret Santa game? And
you never get your pee-pee sucked anyway?"

"Secret game", you asked as you looked at me. "What's that?"

I opened my mouth wide and then said, "You know, you're Secret Santa
game. Where you want all little boys to suck on twelve pee-pees and drink
the milky stuff so we're extra special by Christmas."

You looked at me and chuckled, "Oh, oh...yeah. The, uh, Secret game. That's
right. Um, well, it's real secret. You know you have to keep it secret you
do that, don't you?"

I nodded and told you that I did eleven and that yours made twelve. I
asked, "I can count your wienie and daddy stuff, can't I, Santa?"

You rubbed the top of my hooded head and said, "Yeah, sure. Of course ya
can, kid." Then you stopped and asked real soft, "You sucked eleven other
cocks?"

I nodded and smiled big, so proud I did all twelve Cocks of Christmas.

"Men's cocks?", you asked in a near whisper.

Again, I nodded and said yes.

"And your daddy was one of them?", you asked.

"Huh ha", I replied.

"He the one who taught you the...my...secret game, kid?", you asked.

I nodded and said yes. But then I said, "You know that, Santa since I send
you my super secret letter every year since I was born-ed!"

You looked at me with a little frown and I said, "You do get my super
secret letter every year, don't you?"

And immediately you nodded and said, "Oh yeah, of course. The letter. Yeah,
sure, I get it every year, kid."

"So then you know!", I beamed in adoration of you.

You took my hand and led me out of the alley and back to the front of the
hardware store where my daddy was standing in its doorway.

"Daddy!", I exclaimed. "You want to know who my twelfth one is?"

My daddy looked at me and then to you, Santa as he said, "No, who?"

"This little guy you got here had me play the Secret Santa game", you told
daddy. "You taught him the game, didn't you? Right?"

My daddy just grinned at you as he took my hand from your hand and said,
"Yeah, I think we've played it once or twice over the years, Santa."

"And, you know what, daddy?", I said.

"No, what, Nicholas?", my daddy replied as he crouched down next to me.

"I was the very firstest little boy that Santa ever played his Secret Santa
game with!", I beamed.

"Well, that makes you the most special little boy in all the World", daddy
said as he patted my tummy right through my winter coat. "You have some of
Santa Claus inside there now. Isn't that right, Santa?"

You acted nervous Santa. You even looked up and down the street and in
through the glass doors of the hardware store to see if anyone was coming
or could hear, before you said, "Uh, yeah. You ain't going to go telling
anybody though, are you?"

I quickly blurted out, "Oh, no, Santa! NEVER EVER! Then it wouldn't count!"

You seemed to like that and looked more relaxed as you again patted my hood
and said, "You're a good little kid."

"So I'm not on your Naughty list then?", I asked. "I did all twelve."

"Uh, no. No, you're not on my Naughty list, kid", you said. "Have your dad
here keep you playing that game every year...and you'll never be on my
Naughty list."

You then saw a lady get out of her car and you started clanging your bell
again. I said goodbye to you. I think you heard even though the lady
stopped to open her purse because you waved as my daddy and me headed home.



So that's my whole Twelve Cocks of Christmas list for this year, Santa
Claus. I'm so glad I could put you on it this year. My daddy says my belly
must be glowing inside as its all full of Christmas...and YOU!

Love,
Nicholas


P.S. My daddy helped me to write this since he wants every man, even you
Santa, to know what a good little boy I've been! (And I hope you don't mind
that he said he made a copy of this letter and put in the booths at every
bookstore that only daddies can go into).


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"The Twelve Cocks of Christmas: Nicholas and the Secret Santa Game"
COPYRIGHT 2004 to the Author. No permissions are given to use this story in
any way without the author's prior, written consent.

By Santa's "Head" Elf, Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE
gh_professional@yahoo.com

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD BJ!

