Date: Sun, 21 Dec 2008 18:42:15 -0800 (PST)
From: Gloryhole Junkie <misterghj@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mr.gloryholeJUNKIE's "Timmy Series": Timmy Sucks Santa Claus, Pt 2

Timmy Sucks Santa Claus
Part Two
By Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE
misterghj@yahoo.com



Disclaimer: (please see in Part One)




Timmy Sucks Santa Claus
Part Two
By Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE



With the curtains now closed, Timmy's daddy stood in front of his little
son. He let the boy squeeze the big mound of underwear that was pushing
through the gaping fly of his trousers.

He looked down, his hands on his hips, and watched his son pull out his
meaty erection.

He chuckled to himself thinking how at times he loved being just one more
piece of trade for his kid. He was just one more adult for his son to suck
on and that was used in the training of his kid's throat.

"You do that so well, Timmy", he said as he smiled at his son. "You love
daddy's penis, don't you?"

Timmy only nodded as he continued to suckle on his father's meat as he had
done almost every day. It was becoming as natural as anything else in the
little boy's life to nurse on his daddy's big penis.

But his father had another idea. As he let his son suck, he glanced at the
clock on the table between the two beds.

It would be soon that the salesman from the department store, Norman, the
man who set this all up, should be knocking.

So Timmy's father leaned down and whispered, "Timmy. Pull down your pants
for daddy."

Timmy stopped sucking and looking up at his daddy, he said, "You want to
put it up me again?"

"Sure do, kiddo", he replied. "Is it okay for Daddy to put it inside you
again?"

Since discovering his son was a little cocksucking slut, Timmy's daddy had
tried to introduce him more and more to the ways in which daddies can also
use his other little hole.

In recent weeks he was fingering little Timmy more and more. As Timmy would
sit on his lap in the big easy chair sucking his daddy's cock, he would
reach and shove his large hand into the back of his little guy's pants.

Timmy often wore elasticized pull on slacks making it even easier for his
father to slide his hand in and feel the baby-smoothness of his son's
incredibly small butt cheeks.

In recent days, he wouldn't stop there, though. Timmy's daddy was now
letting his middle finger explore between his son's butt cheeks, at first
poking gently at the child's tight rosebud.

But one afternoon, while doing that, he couldn't resist and whispered to
his son, "Timmy? Daddy needs to put his finger inside of you. Is that
okay?"

"Inside me?", Timmy asked as he fondled his daddy's thick shaft. "Why do
you want to put your finger inside me?"

"Its something daddies like to do", his father whispered, not wanting his
wife, who was in the laundry room doing clothes, to hear. "And little guys
like you will like it, too. But it might hurt a little bit at first. Is
that okay? Can Daddy push his finger up in here?"

As he spoke, he gently prodded his son's drum-tight hole more and more. He
was going to finger fuck his son no matter his answer. He knew that Timmy
would wind up liking it anyway.

"Okay", Timmy said as he turned his body some making it even easier for his
father to explore his little hole.

"Grip onto me if it hurts", his father whispered as he then leaned closer
and open mouth kissed his son.

He then pulled back and said, "You just grip my arm if it hurts".

"Okay daddy", Timmy said in a small voice preparing for what he didn't
know.

Very slowly but with intent, his father pushed his thick middle finger
against the resistant butt hole of his son. But he didn't stop. He was
going to push his fatherly finger up into him before his wife returned to
the room.

"Get ready", he again whispered before shoving his finger past the tight
grip of his son's puckered hole and up into him.

He got his finger, up to the first knuckle, into his kid. And he then
stopped but kept it inside him.

"That okay?", he asked his son.

Timmy felt weird down there and a bit breathless. But he managed to reply,
"Uh ha".

"Goooood", his father whispered as he went forward with opening up his
child's ass. He knew that men would want to screw his kid's butt hole as
well as his throat. And thinking of twice the men creaming inside his kid
at the same time made his own big dick harder.

He felt his son's body tense up as the child tried to catch his breath when
he shoved more of his big finger into him.

"It's okay, son", he whispered in Timmy's ear. "Don't get scared...just
breathe."

His son followed his instructions and breathed in deeply, allowing his
father in one quick thrust to fully stick the length of his adult finger
into the boy.

"Now we'll just sit like this", his father loving whispered. "Get you used
to being fucked a little bit. Okay?"

Timmy nodded and managed to whisper, "Okay, daddy."

They sat like that a minute or two.

His father then whispered, "I'm going wiggle my finger around some. But I'm
going to keep it up inside you. Okay?"

Timmy nodded as he awaited the sensation. As his father gently wiggled his
middle finger inside his son's tight butt hole, he began to giggle. It
didn't hurt as much as he thought it might.

He giggled some more and his father asked, "You like that, don't you?"

"It tickles", Timmy replied. "It feels funny. But it tickles, too."

"That's my good boy", his daddy whispered as he grinned at his son. "Maybe
we can let others daddies use this hole, too, if you want. Do you like that
idea?"

Timmy, delighted with the new sensations, only nodded and smiled.


And now, at the Anderson Motel, Timmy's daddy wanted to fuck his son on one
of the beds. It would be like fucking a whore in a cheap motel room, he
chuckled to himself.

He watched as his son pulled down his sweat pants. He was going to take
them off over his gym shoes when his father said, "Just pull them down. You
don't have to take them off. See? Daddy's not going to take off his pants
either."

He stood there, his big erection jutting out of his trouser fly.

"Daddy is just going to put his thing up you", he explained. "We don't have
to take off all our clothes to do that."

Timmy stood before his daddy with his little sweat pants down to his knees.

His father rubbed his cockhead along his son's lips.

"Get daddy's penis all good and wet, sweetie", he said. And like that his
son opened his mouth and began to suckle again on his daddy's cock.

Feeling it get all wet in his child's saliva, Timmy's dad pulled his dick
out of his mouth.

"That's good, Timmy", he groaned. "Now turn around."

He watched as his son turned to face one of the beds. He looked down at his
son's little backside and couldn't believe he was going to fuck it again.

He had been doing that only a couple of times a week. And each time he
couldn't get over how such a little guy could take all that cock up inside
of him.

"Bend over, sweetie", he said. And he watched his son get on the bed and
bend himself over. He looked like any slut a man might bring back to his
motel room. Except he was a little boy.

Timmy's daddy pushed aside several Christmas presents to make more room on
the bed as he leaned down to penetrate his little guy's fuck hole.

Using his son's saliva and his own precum as lube, Timmy's daddy knew he
didn't have to be overly gentle with his son. Like sucking cock, his kid
took to having adult cock pushed up his hole like a natural. He squirmed
some beneath him but that only made screwing him more exciting.

He mounted his son, overwhelming the child's frame. If anyone were able to
still peek into the window, they might not even know the man in the room
was fucking someone.

But he was. He was pushing his wide cockhead into his little boy's tight
hole. It took some time but he knew he could get his entire cock up inside
his child.

And Timmy, remembering to breathe and relax, remained silent. He allowed
his daddy to enter him and knew it was easier if he just laid there trying
to relax his tiny butt hole for him.

Like a trucker getting in a quick fuck before hitting the road, Timmy's
daddy wasted no time in fucking his son's ass. He could not believe the
tightness of his own son's small hole and its clamping squeezing was enough
to get any man off quickly.

But that's what Timmy's dad wanted to do. He was fucking him as to get his
milk into the boy's hole. He wanted to lube his son's rectum in his daddy's
milk before anyone came to the door again.

And in minutes he gritted his teeth as he could not believe he was once
again breeding his own son's ass. Breeding the little guy he bred as to
make him.

The thick warm semen squirted out of him more powerful and intensely than
any load he every shot into anyone, including his own wife.

There was no doubt in the man's mind why men get harder, shoot more
forcefully and hose more cum when screwing a little guy like the one
beneath him.

Deep inside his child, he seed the small hole to the point where he felt
his own semen dripping out and running out and back over his own hairy
nuts.

He lowly withdrew since he realized it then that a hole, new to screwing,
can ache.

He knew his son's anus ached some when he would pull out so he tried to
make the experience as minimal as possible for Timmy.

He pulled away and looked down at his cock and Timmy's bright pink hole.

His son was so tight, that his rosebud was puckered closed tightly. But the
semen dripped out of it still. His small hairless scrotum and baby-smooth
inner thighs were shiny from the semen running along them.

The sight alone kept his daddy hard. He was so turned on that he easily
could have screwed yet a second load into his son.

But he resisted knowing that it was only 10:30 in the morning. And they had
a lot ahead of them.

Timmy carefully got up off the bed. And standing there, feeling his daddy's
semen dripping out of his butt and down the back of his legs, he said, "I
should wipe up. Right daddy?"

He knew that was what he had to do when his daddy would fuck him at home.

"No", his father answered. "Not today, champ. You can leave it just like
that today."

He then crouched down in front of his son and using an index finger, he
scooped up some of his own seed that was running down the back of Timmy's
left thigh.

He brought his finger to his son's lip and watched the boy suck on it,
eating some of his daddy's semen.

"Good boy", his father said in a hushed tone. "That's my boy!"

He then pulled up his son's sweat pants, leaving all the semen on his legs
and still dripping out of his butt.

Timmy's daddy then mouth-kissed his son again. As they Frenched, he could
take his own semen on his son's tongue.

The then stood up again, tucked his cock back into his Dockers and turned
on the television set.

"Want to see if they have a Christmas movie on?", he asked his son who sat
in the chair next to the television set.

He flipped through the channels and found one playing holiday animated
shows.

"How 'bout this one, Timmy?", he asked.

And Timmy nodded big.

"Good", his daddy said as he went to see what might be in the kitchenette.

There were only a few items to make coffee. But nothing else.

And so he grabbed the plastic ice bucket, saying, "Listen, champ. You stay
here and I'm going to go see what I can scrounge up. Maybe the vending
machines have something."

"Okay daddy", Timmy said as he watched the cartoon. "Can you maybe buy me a
candy bar?"

"Sure, what kind?", his father asked as he headed to the door. "M & Ms?",
he asked knowing they were Timmy's favorite.

Again Timmy nodded as he continued to watch the show. "You can use my
Christmas dollars if you want, daddy", he then said.

"Oh, that's your money, son", his father replied. "I think I have enough on
me to cover a candy bar for my little guy."

He then opened the door to the outside walkway. Down a few yards, he saw
two men leaning against the railing overlooking the parking lot and their
car.

They both looked over when they heard the door open. And then they casually
nodded at Timmy's dad as any strangers might as a hello.

Timmy's dad nodded back at the two.  And he closed the door to their
room. But not all the way. It was cold but he closed it only to a point
where it looked locked but didn't latch.

He then walked in the opposite direction of the two men and down the
stairway at the end of the walkway.

He decided to check out some of the motel. He passed the ice maker room and
found the door marked "Spa".

He laughed to himself thinking that any motel like this one would have
anything remotely that could call itself a spa.

But he peeked in. Inside a small vestibule was another door. He opened to
see three men sitting in a rather nice-sized but humidly steamy hot tub.

For some odd reason he felt a bit embarrassed. As though he'd walked in on
something.

He said a hello but quickly left the area.

Back in the small vestibule were two other doors. One marked "Men" and the
other "Women.

He opened the men's door and inside was shower room, a place to leave one's
towels and a sauna door.

He entered and carefully padded through the shower room, still wet from
someone's shower.

There was a small window in the door to the men's sauna and he peered
through it, seeing two men sitting inside. Although they were only sitting,
he could see that one had a huge erection between his legs.

Not wanting to disturb anything any further, Timmy's daddy left.

But he knew he could send his little down into the sauna and he'd surely be
confronted with a huge cock.

He then found himself outside again and on the other side of the two story
row of rooms.

On that side were parked about twenty vehicles. They were essentially
hidden from view if one only pulled into the motel office area or were a
regular guest staying on the opposite side.

'Those must be the molesters' cars", he chuckled to himself as he scanned
various pick up trucks, beaters and even a few nice, shiny sedans.

He looked for an unmarked white van. But none was to be found.

'Twenty molesters have got to be around here then', he thought to himself
as the reality of what was happening was beginning to sink in.

Obviously Norman, the salesman, was going to deliver on what he'd promised
over the phone.

He then went to the vending area and bought a few snacks. He didn't want
Timmy eating too much just now. His belly needed to be fairly empty for
other food - high protein food.

He stopped and got some ice and then went back upstairs to the room.

He had been gone fewer than fifteen minutes and when he got to the second
floor, he saw that the two men who had been there were gone.

He was about to shrug when he noticed that the door to his and Timmy's room
was locked.

He had to wonder though. Perhaps it latched closed on its own. Or perhaps
Timmy had closed it.

He was considering the possibilities when the door suddenly flung open and
the two men who had been at the railing were exiting the room.

Timmy's dad stood back some, surprised by the door opening and two men
exiting his and Timmy's room.

Neither men paid attention to him though as they seemed extremely hyped and
thrilled as they looked back into the room.

Then they turned and stopped short as they saw Timmy's father.

"Hey man", one of the two men said as he quickly went down the walkway and
disappeared through one of the passages that linked to the other side of
the row of rooms.

The second man though stopped a moment.  He closed the door most of the way
but made sure it didn't lock shut.

Although he was somewhat nervous, obviously caught coming out of their
room, he said, "You his dad?"

And Timmy's father nodded saying, "Yeah I am."

"Niiiiice", the man replied. "So you two are staying here overnight, I
hear."

"Yes we are", Timmy's dad replied. "Overnight."

"That's what the guys were saying", the man said.

Timmy's dad looked the man over. He was about fifty, looked like anyone
you'd pass in a supermarket. But he could see that the zipper tab on the
man's trousers was sticking out and the zipper was down about a quarter
inch.

"Glad you're here", the man said. "I'll be around."

He then went in the same direction as had the other man, turned the corner
and disappeared.

Timmy's dad opened the door to the room and went inside.

He was that Timmy's Christmas sweat shirt was off.

"Hey, champ", he said as he locked the door. "I wasn't gone too long, was
I?"

"No, daddy", his son said with a wide smile.

"You have fun while I was gone?", his father asked.

He put the ice bucket down and came closer to where his son sat in the same
chair he had left him in.

But immediately, his spotted a thick squirt of what was obviously semen on
his son's right cheek, near his mouth.

"Those men come in here?", he asked his son.

"Uh ha", Timmy answered as he continued to watch his cartoons.

"Did you suck on their penises for them?", his father asked.

"Uh ha", Timmy again replied.

"Good boy", his father muttered as he could feel the erection pressing
painfully hard within his slacks.

He wiped the thick semen off his son's cheek and automatically Timmy opened
his mouth.

And his father put the stranger's stray cum into it watching his son's lips
close over his index finger as he ate the obscene goo.

Just then, there was a knock, a light rap, at the door.

Timmy's daddy went to the window and looked out. It was the salesman from
the department store.

He opened the door and said, "Norman. Hello."

The man smiled and came into the room saying, "Yes. Hello again indeed. I
told you I could make this happen..."

As he spoke, his eyes went to where Timmy sat, still shirtless and half
watching television.

He handed his father a wrapped present. "Oh man, look at him", Norman
muttered mostly for only Timmy's dad to hear. He seemed to have to catch
his breath as though the very sight of the little kid sent him into seventh
heaven.

"A couple of your buddies have already been by", Timmy's dad said, slyly
making a gesture indicating they got head from his son.

"That's good to hear", Norman replied before saying, "Hey, Timmy. How have
you been?"

Timmy turned in the big chair and replied, "Good."

He then looked at the man some more.

And suddenly, in an excited tone, he said, "Hey. I know you! You were in
the bathroom that time..."

"I sure was", Norman replied as he came closer to where the little boy
sat. Standing right beside the boy, he put his finger to Timmy's lips and
said, "I was in there, too."

He then looked down as he felt the small boy squeezing at the front of his
trousers.

"Ohhh, baby", Norman muttered as he watched the boy groping him so openly -
and right in front of his daddy.

He looked back at Timmy's father and said, "You're right about your
kid. He's a cock hound, isn't he?"

"What's a cock hound, daddy?", Timmy asked as he continued to explore the
bulge inside the man's pants with his hand.

"That's a little boy who likes what we daddies have between our legs," his
father answered.

"And put between these pretty baby lips of yours", Norman added. "Look at
those sweet little lips...I bet there have been a lot of dicks through
these lips. Haven't there been?"

"A lot", Timmy's father stated.

"Maaaan", Norman groaned as his erection tented his trousers to an obscene
degree.

He then mumbled, "So many men pumping seed into this baby cum pig, huh? So
many cocks pushing their way into that baby mouth...baby hungry for more
cum?"

"Answer the nice man, Timmy", his father said.

"Uh ha", Timmy replied as he felt the man's erection move up and down as he
held it through the material of the man's slacks.

"Then get some more, baby", Norman cooed. "Pull it out and suck on it like
its candy for baby."

Timmy had become deft at opening up men's trousers. He had serviced so many
of them.

And in no time, he had unzipped and unbuckled the salesman's pants.

"You like that big thing, baby?", he asked as he grinned at the boy. "I bet
you like the real big ones we men got, huh?"

Timmy nodded as he stroked the man's erection through his expensive boxer
shorts.

"Unsnap the snap, baby", Norman said, "Before my dick pops it open."

Timmy had only seen boxer shorts with a snap once before. It had been on
the underwear of a man who was old enough to his grandpa. He sucked on that
man in a rest area on Easter Sunday when all of the families were out
visiting relatives.

As the snap opened, Norman's big dick came tumbling out of the big fly.

Norman took a hold of his shaft and thumped the head of his cock gently on
the boy's lips. "Can I stick this in there again? Huh? Will baby let
another cock in there today?"

"Sure", Timmy replied. "Anybody can put their in my mouth."

Norman laughed not knowing if that were an insult or just the best fucking
thing a little kid could say to men.

Norman pushed his large cockhead between the boy's lips slowly, enjoying
every moment of molesting the little boy who had demonstrated that he's
nothing but a cum dump.

"Come on, baby, open wide for the big pedo cock", he said as he looked at
Timmy's face.

He then turned to Timmy's father and said, "Come over here and watch
another pedo cock go into your little boy's mouth. I want his father to see
another man using his kid's mouth."

Timmy's father needed no further prompting. He stepped over to where Norman
stood in front of Timmy and was pushing the head of his penis between his
son's lips.

"Come on, daddy", the salesman said as he let Timmy's dad stand close to
them. "Grab my cock and feed it to your boy."

Timmy's father reached around and took a good hold of the man's thick
erection.

"Guide it into his mouth", Norman muttered as he tried to keep from cumming
prematurely. The fact he had a boy's father actually feeding a stranger's
cock into his little mouth was nearly enough to get the man spewing baby
batter all over the slut.

"That's it", Norman directed as he watched his cock, in the grip of a large
hand disappear between this little boy's lips.

"Fuuuuckkk", the salesman said as he watched Timmy begin to nurse on his
penis like he'd been raised on cock.

Timmy' father stood even closer to watch as he continued to hold the man's
shaft at its root.

"Ejaculate in my kid's mouth", he said in low voice.

"You want me to pump some more pedo milk into your kid?", Norman whispered
in return. "You want to watch your kid drink down more pedo cum?"

"Yeeahhh", Timmy's daddy replied. "Fill 'im up with it. Pump loads into him
all day...make his tummy all sick with so much nasty juice..."

"Ohhhh, you're a bad fuckin' dad", Norman whispered in amusement. "Letting
any man seed your kid's stomach. Watching us all use him as a cum
dump...chugging down adult loads. I knew I'd like you, man."

As the two men looked down watching Timmy suckle for cum, Norman's hand
groped Timmy's daddy lewdly.

"Big fucker in those pants, ain't it?", the salesman muttered. "No wonder
your slut can suck such big dicks. Fuck, daddy's a fucking big dick in
here."

As he continued to get sucked, the salesman unzipped the boy's father. He
reached into his trousers and lewdly massaged the man's cock through his
underwear.

"Pull this thing out, man", Norman said to Timmy's daddy. "Let's see what
fucking made this little cocksucker."

Timmy father hauled out his cock, again erect as it had ever been in his
entire life.

The salesman's grip went around the shaft again as he took a moment to feel
the thickness of the man's cock.

"Daaaaamn", Norman muttered. "This thing pumped all the seed to make this
one sucking me off...seed spazzed out of this big fucking meat to make the
little cocksucker you brought us all....niiiice."

Without a word, Norman tugged Timmy's father's cock, indicating he wanted
to see his kid suck on his own daddy.

Norman pulled his father's cock beside his own and muttered, "Gawd. Look at
that. Two big fucking man cocks on your kid's face...both wanting to pedo
fuck his mouth."

Seeing two big penises in front of him, Timmy could tell that his daddy
wanted his sucked, too. So without any prodding, he pulled off the man's
shaft and began to suck on his daddy.

"Holy fuuuuck", Norman said as he watched. "A daddy fucking own little
boy's mouth. Shit. He's sucking the same dick that fucking made him. Too
fucking hot, man."

Then pushing Timmy's head onto his father's cock shaft, he said, "Suck on
your daddy, you little cock hound. Show daddy how much you love his great
big fucking cock..."

Timmy choked but was accustomed to that sometimes happening when men would
begin to get aggressive when using his mouth. He knew to just hang on and
keep breathing through his nose.

"Jam his throat full his daddy's cock, man", Norman said to Timmy's father.
"Fuckin' plug his baby throat with it!"

Hearing another man go on about his fucking his own son's mouth was too
much for Timmy's dad.

"I'm going to cum", he half mumbled to the man.

"Don't yet!", Norman said. "Don't cum yet...wait."

With his erect cock sticking out of his suit trousers, he went to where
Timmy's father had left the gift he'd brought.

The salesman opened it, unwrapping the present like it was his own.

"Hang on", he said as he opened a small box.

"Don't cum yet", he repeated as he inserted batteries into something.

He then stepped back over to where the little boy was still sucking off his
father.

"Okay", Norman said.

He held a tiny movie camera up and joked, "Say cheese!"

"I got your kid here...and you...a little camera you can use to document
some of your fucking restroom excursions", Norman said as he trained the
camera in the child's face with his daddy's big cock stuffed between his
lips.

"Cum in his mouth anytime, daddy", Norman then said in a hushed tone. "Blow
the breeder batter that made him right into his mouth...we all want to see
him drink his daddy's sperm."

With those words, Timmy's father could hold back no longer.

He said, "I'm cumming, man", as he held his son's head firmly in place.

"Oh yeaahhhh", Norman said as he stepped closer to the duo again. "I want
to feel a daddy's balls as they feed his baby a big load, man".

And with that, using his free hand, Norman cupped the heavy scrotum of
Timmy's dad.

"Fuckin' empty your balls into his mouth, daddy", the salesman muttered as
he continued to hold the camera to the lurid scene.

"Pump your sperm wads into him", Norman continued. "Let's see him drink
down a load of his own daddy's daddy milk."

And with that, Norman could feel the man's nuts rise a bit as they began to
spew thick semen into the little boy's mouth.

"Drink it, you fucking cum slut", the salesman said as he watched and kept
the camera trained on the boy's face. "Drink your daddy's stuff like a good
little boy...come on drink it like you're in the cradle, baby."

As he held the camera, Norman's own cock began to spontaneously
ejaculate. It were as if he were blind-sided by his own orgasm as it just
shot out of him as ropey shots landing all over the boy's sucking mouth and
the shaft of the boy's daddy.

"Oh gaaawwwwd!", the salesmen moaned as he tried to keep the camera steady
while also powerfully ejaculating all over the boy and his daddy's penis.

"Suck it down, baby", he mumbled as he could see his own semen, which
coated the top side of the other man's shaft, enter the child's mouth.

"Eat down all that ball batter, you baby cumpig", he groaned as he watched
Timmy not differentiate between any of the cum being shot into or sliding
into his hungry mouth.

"Eatin' two big damn pedo loads at once", the salesman laughed. "Double
feedin' time. Niiiiiicce."

Timmy's father then pulled is shaft out of his son's mouth.

"Open wide, baby cocksucker", Norman said to Timmy. "Show the camera what a
good little cumpig you are."

Without any hesitance, Timmy turned toward the tiny camera and opened his
mouth as wide as he could.

"Ohhhh, fuuuuck,yeaaah", the salesman said as he zoomed in on the boy's
mouth and then into it.

"Baby eating all that fucking semen...", Norman said. "You like all that
nasty goo, don't you?"

Timmy nodded as he swallowed some more.

"Tell the camera, baby", Norman said. "Tell the camera how much you love
the stuff out we men make..."

"I love it", Timmy stated and then grinned at the camera.

Norman turned the camera off. And he laughed.

"That was too much", he said to Timmy's father. "Oh, man. I can't believe
I'd fed your little kid two of my loads. Damn. Two of my loads of sperm in
your kid's system. Too fucking much!"

Timmy's father told his son to kiss the salesman's penis. And immediately
Timmy leaned forward and kissed it before the man put it away into is pants
again.

"More of that for you, baby", Norman said as he lightly stroked the child's
hair. "Lot more of that for you, baby."

He then turned to Timmy's dad and said, "Anything goes here. They all know
about it. Man, do they know about it...", he then added as he looked at all
the gifts on the two beds.

"Dan, he's the guy in the office who owns this place", Norman said, "He let
me in here last night to leave all the things the guys wanted to give to
your son here...since they all look forward to meeting him while you're
here."

"Santa brought me this one", Timmy stated as he held one red package.

"Yeah", the salesman replied. "Except for those I meant. Santa's staying
here, you know. He dropped those off himself."

Timmy smiled, seemingly content with that explanation.

"I'm going to meet him, too", Timmy said. "My daddy brought me here to meet
Santa Claus."

"Oh, you'll meet him, kid. For sure", Norman laughed. "I happen to know
personally that Santy Claus been dying to meet you ever since he heard you
were coming here to spend a night with all of us."



To be continued.
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