Even Better Than Santa

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM

Phil Saunders had spent the entire day decorating his house for Christmas, he spent all his work day working an exhaustive warehouse job and had put off the house decorations off again and again and so his Christmas Eve had been ruined stringing up lights on the house and setting up that Godawful Santa Claus' sleigh and reindeer across the top. Then there had been the yard and the trees, Jesus, they had a thousand lights to string on that old oak tree and he was supposed to make the entire tree shine evenly, his wife Josie had been his constant monitor and critic and he had restrung bulbs until the very idea had bugged the shit out of him. He had then set out figures of elves and Santa Claus and snowmen until the house was one giant promotional scene for Christmas.

The only bright light in all this had been Josie's final reaction, she had been delighted at the scene when he was done and had shown her appreciation at bedtime for all his hard work until they'd gotten to the point of his impending climax, and Josie had been right with him as he had plowed her pussy with gusto and delight dancing on his brain and then had come his fatal slip. Rising to his orgasm, he had gasped out, "Oh, oh, oh, OH, OH, OH, OHHHHH, BRENDAAAA!"

Josie had gone from red hot to icy cold in an instant. "Brenda? Who's Brenda?" She'd yanked herself out of his arms, his cock crushed as it was dragged across her upper thigh and she'd turned onto her back away from him. "Who is she?" she demanded and then, unfortunately, remembered Brenda from his job. "Is she that blond skank with the huge tits and the big ass that struts around in only a halter top and hot pants? Well, is she? Is she?"

God almighty, was it his fault that his wandering lust had wandered onto the curvaceous baby that came by the warehouse once or twice a week strutting around like Josie had said?

"Well, yeah, it is. It was just a slip of the tongue!" he defended himself lamely.

"That slut! Is that what you want in your bed, all blond hair and tits and fat ass and, and, and...."

"Calm down, honey, I have never touched her and never will," He said helplessly. "But Jesus, I'm a guy and she dresses like she does, how can I not look?"

"Ohhhhh...I can't even look at you right now. Get out! Get out!"

"Get out?"

"Out of the bed, out, out, out!" She turned over, but only to kick at him relentlessly. He felt himself sliding over and got out of the bed rather than being dumped and she threw his pillow at him. "Get out of here, and don't touch me again until I tell you! If I ever let you touch me again."

Phil stood there beside the bed, a bewildered stud of some thirty-two years, with tousled brown hair that was naturally wavy, his blue eyes a faint sparkle in the darkness of the room and his muscled form of broad shoulders and slim, taut waist and long, virile, pussy-soaked cock a gorgeous view that Michelangelo would have loved to capture, with hair that dappled his chest, lower arms, and lower legs in ample hirsute maleness. The hair didn't hide his body, it accented and adorned it in endless strands of brown arcs that dazzled the eye and made you dream of holding it in your arms. But Josie had been holding that for fifteen years and didn't care much about his raw male beauty. In her eyes, Phil had already been arrested, charged, tried and convicted of the most heinous crime a woman can imagine, he had looked at a blond bimbo and desired her briefly now and then. A crime punishable by eternal condemnation to the purgatory only a jealous wife can confer upon her mate. Josie's actual first name was Giuseppina, and she was a dark-haired Italian bombshell through and through!

"Honey, please!" Phil said and it wasn't that quick, but he finally relented and decided to try again in the morning. With his pillow in one hand and a blanket in the other, he set out to go to the living room where they kept a pull-out sofa.

As he passed his son's room, he heard the boy grunting, "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh," and the mattress squeaking, "crk-crk-crk-crk-crk," and he smiled, then became alarmed. Was the boy bouncing on the bed, or struggling with an intruder?

He settled for opening the door softly as he could, but the bed faced the door and he had forgotten Todd slept with a night light. "Santa?" came the question.

Santa? It took Phil a moment to figure it out, in the dim light of the nightlight, the pillow he had tucked under his chin to open the door had looked a bit like a beard,. A white beard! He started to speak when the rest of the scene sorted itself out in his brain. His son was lying atop his covers, stark naked and pumping his little three-inch dong with his hand. He'd burst in on his son jacking off!

Todd was black-haired and dark-eyed like his mother, but the face of the boy was his dad's or would be when the "baby fat" wore off his body as he grew. He was a slender, beautiful boy and when he grew up, he'd look as rugged as his daddy, and even hairier if his uncles were any cue about the body hair! "Santa?" His son asked again as the boy tried to cover up his hardon with his pillow. "Is that you?" Phil dropped his own pillow and blanket and moved into the room. "No, no, son, it's just me, I'm sorry I interrupted you. I just heard...." he trailed off, what to say?

But Todd wasn't looking at his face, but lower down. What the...? He looked down himself and flushed scarlet red. He still had a raging boner and it was shining glossily in the nightlight. He put his hand down to cover his woody and said, "Sorry, Son."

"It's okay, Daddy. I got one of those, too." He uncovered his crotch and showed his proud erection to his father. "It's okay, it's a normal thing, the school nurse told me so." he declared. "I can show you what to do about it, if you want me to."

Phil's big head atop his neck said, "No!" but his little head atop the shaft at his midsection

screamed, "YES!!!" His conscience fought his frustrated lust and the better half of him won. He

walked slowly to the bed and said, "Okay, scoot over."

His son slid over and Phil lay down beside his young son and they lay for a moment looking at each other's proud male erections, a sharing of two males in awe of each other's virility and maleness.

Todd was first to throw off the adoration and his young hand reached over to grasp his father's prong and he gripped it. "Mmm, it's hard and warm, but why is it so sticky?" he asked.

Phil's mind raced and he gave the simplest answer he could. "When a man loves a woman, he puts his cock inside her. I was putting mine inside your mother when she got mad at me and I had to take it out again."

"Oh." Todd accepted this answer, at least for now. "It's getting all over my hand," he complained.

"I'm sorry, Son, let's wipe it off."

Todd lifted his hand to his nose and sniffed and exclaimed, "Yuck! It smells awful!"

"Like dead fish," Phil affirmed. "I know, Son, I know."

Todd had his clothing strewn around the floor and he fished up a tee-shirt from the floor and gave it to his Dad to wipe his cock with, then used it on his own hand. Done, he smelled it again. "Still smells like dead fish."

"Give it here." Phil took the small hand and held it to his lips and he sucked the small hand and licked at the palm and fingers, until he had moistened the entire hand and then sucked it as dry as he could, then released it, "Try it again."

Todd did, "Gee, that helped a lot. Thanks!"

Phil released a rueful chuckle. "Bet my cock smells even worse."

"Probably." Todd startled him by moving fast and before Phil knew it, the boy was upside down beside him on the bed and his cock had the boy's lips and tongue working on his shaft. The feeling of his wife's pussy and his near climax had awakened his cock and such does not dissolve with the matter of a few moments' time. His inflamed flesh reacted to the warmth and activity of the avid boy's mouth and he was moaning and groaning as the boy's mouth played over his long shaft.

His eyes looked over and saw his son's stiff pecker less than a foot away from him and he grabbed it with his own mouth and sucked on it avidly. He had never been a cocksucker before, but he knew what he liked and this small dong was no problem to give the royal treatment as it was about as big as a half of a hot dog wiener. Prodigious for a seven-year-old, but nothing for his adult mouth and broad lips. He acted as if the young mini-dick was a full-sized pecker, though, and maybe, just maybe....

It worked, Todd let out a long, shuddering groan of joy and he lifted up and his mouth dove onto the morel-mushroom-shaped head of Phil's man-rod, and he imitated his dad in how he briskly plied his young lips up and down the rod with a skill of adaptation that would make any father proud. Todd was his son, all right! A total horn-dog who doesn't care that much how he gets his jollies as long as he gets them!

Todd was doing a manful job and Phil loved the eager action of his son's lips but the mouth was too dry to be the best. He let go of his son's prod and gasped, "Good job, Son, but can you work up some spit in your mouth, your tongue is awful dry right now!"

"Sure, Dad!" Todd answered and the pair returned to their oral actions with renewed vigor. Lubricated, Todd's ecstatic grunts of joy were matched by Phil's deeper voiced ones, and the symphony of delight was joined by a contretemps from the noise of the mattress resuming its synchronous noise of "crk-crk-crk-crk-crk-crk-crk," with a "crk" at every rising and fall of Phil's lips with a variance in the melody from Todd's motions. Got to get some machine oil on those springs, Phil thought. His son, though, ignored it and Phil did his best to do the same.

Todd reached climax first, and Phil grinned as his son moaned and shivered and then subsided, he kept on sucking, knowing it for the calm before the storm. Sure enough, Todd began to moan again and this time he was in a ecstasy of orgasmic bliss, and he moaned out, "Ohhh, OHHH, OHHH, OH-OH-OH-OH-OOOOOOOOOOOH, OHHHHHH, ohhhhhh, ohhhh!"

And the boy's body was still, wrung completely dry by a glory that he hadn't known his little body could possess.

He had stopped sucking his father's cock, of course, and Phil let the boy pant for a moment, then said, "Your old poppa would like to feel like that way if you're up to it."

"Uh? Huh, oh, oh, sure, Daddy!" Todd jumped onto Phil's dong again with a speed and renewed energy that made Todd long for the days when he could recover that quickly, the wasteful, exuberant, endless energy of youth!

Phil lay and let the pleasure waft over him but as his son persevered, he began to give instructions to his son, teach the boy how to suck well and he could have a place of refuge the next time Josie decided that he was the scum of the Earth!

"You're doing a great job, Son, but how about you play a little with Poppa's balls while you're down there. See how they're dangling, see if you can tickle them into drawing up next to my pecker."

Todd's fingers went up and they did tickle until Phil started to laugh and clarified, then he used them to stroke and massage his father's balls and they obligingly sent up waves of pleasure as they drew into place. "Now what?"

"Oooh, ooh, ooooh, keep doing it," Phil crooned. "Your daddy is about to cream a huge load!"

"Cream?"

"Uhhh, huhhh, uhhhh, it's a sort of white, uhhhhh, white sticky goo, uhhhhh, that squirts out, uhhhhh, uh, uhhhhh, of my cock and....ohhhhh, uhhhh, oooooh, it tastes salty and maybe sweet and really...UHHHH, very rich! Uhhh-huhhh-uhhh-huhhhh! Ohhhh, I'm about to come, just kept doing....UHHHH, what you're doing now. UHHHH, and you'll see! Ohhh-ohhhh, ohhhh!"

Todd kept moving manfully, and the joy in Phil's body had him squirming the way that Todd's initial squirming had been, only the prelude of the immense rapture to come! Todd bore up under it, and kept his mouth and fingers busy and his balls began to throb as well as his cock, he was there, HE...WAS...THERE!

"I'M COMING, TODD, I'M COOOOOOOOMIIIIIIIIINGGGG!" Phil gasped out and his eruption was akin to the explosive violence of Krakatoa or the legendary Thera whose eruption and tidal wave had decimated what may well have been the very first civilization of the world of Man.

Todd's mouth caught the brunt of the first violent explosion of hot jizz into his mouth and he flinched but held on masterfully and the further eruptions of luscious jizz that foamed into the boy's mouth was met with grunts that put Phil in mind of a feeding pig at its trough. With equal fervor, Todd gulped and suckled the heavy wads until they were totally ended and Phil was drained and lying limp on his son's bed and the boy was still slurping away as his cock deflated like a party balloon that had developed a small hole, shrinking and drooping until it was a limp flap of flesh that Todd let fall and grinned at his father.

"How did I do, Dad?" he asked.

"You were, you were...magnificent."

"Astronomical?"

"Very!"

"Amazing?"

"Astoundingly amazingly astronomically magnificent," Phil assured him.

"I liked what we did, too." Todd moved up to lie in his father's arms. "It was terrific."

"Only terrific?" Phil teased.

"I never felt anything like it." Todd said. "The best I ever had."

Phil saw the clock read 12:04am. "Merry Christmas, Son."

"Merry Christmas, Dad." Todd snuggled in.

"You'd better get some sleep. Tomorrow you can see what Santa brought to you."

"You were even better than Santa." Todd said.

"Now that's high praise indeed." Phil agreed. "So let's get to sleep and see what he does bring you."

"I hope he got me a new bicycle!" Todd said.

"I'm sure he did." Hell, yeah, there had better be a new bicycle downstairs, Phil had spent the hour and a half before going to bed with Josie putting the darned thing together!

THE END
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