A Christmas Yule Log 2
A Yule Log for Alan, a short story by Josh Terrence
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Author's note: This short story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages. If you are offended by sex between men, teenage boys, boys or between males of any age, why are you here? If you are not a legal adult or if this content is illegal in your locale, leave now.
This story is a work of pure fiction. The taboo acts depicted in this story are not condoned by the author, this is fantasy only. All Characters in this story are portrayed by actors 18 years of age or older. This disclaimer applies to all installments of this story, past and present.
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When the clock struck 1:30am, the trailer park was quiet. Near the end of the main lane, two 13 year old boys were sound asleep in their queen sized bed. Little Bobby and Little Sam, both named after their fathers, were in a deep sleep that was brought about by a pair of Christmas Eve butt fuckings, courtesy of their respective fathers. Deep in their hot, tight rectums were planted the seed of each of their fathers, who came into their room at the same time and mounted their sons side by side. Big Sam fucked three easy orgasms out of his boy before planting his load up the youngster's keister. At the same time, Big Bobby's cock had stirred up a furious string of orgasms in his son that drained the youngster's tender balls and resulted in several dry orgasms in a row until his bottom was likewise seeded.
Two trailers away, 15 year old Lee was sleeping with a blissful smile on his face. That was thanks to the efforts of 12 year old Alan, who had slipped through his bedroom window while Lee's parents weren't paying attention and treated his older lover to a sensual blow job. When the 15 year old blew his load, the eager 12 year old proceeded to tongue his lover's hot asshole until his erection was back. With his goal attained, the horny blonde slid his jammie bottoms down and presented his rear end for servicing.
Which was why Alan was grinning in his own bed as he slept peacefully. With Lee's load planted in his ass, he floated all the way back to the trailer he shares with his mama and went to bed a contented gay boy. Before he hit the hay, his mama tucked him in tight and assured him that Santa would be visiting the trailer park to bring gifts to all of the little gay boys who lived there.
So when the jingle of sleigh bells carried into Alan's ears, he looked eagerly out the window and watched as the jolly old Saint made his rounds.
First he watched the big man visit Little Sam and Little Bobby with his bag over his shoulder. He didn't see what happened in the trailer, but if he could have, he would have watched as Santa treated the pair of 13 year old boys to a pole ride that left them content for the rest of the evening. Next, he watched as Santa made his way into Lee's trailer, where once again, he left a generous gift of hot semen for the 15 year old that was planted deep in his now satisfied bottom. He saw Santa visit the trailer of 10 year old George, who took a sleigh ride in the missionary position, then he saw Santa visit 12 year old Jesse, who enjoyed two pole rides for being an extra good boy all year.
When Santa emerged from Jesse's trailer, Alan quickly scrambled to get in his bed and shut his eyes tight. Soon, the jolly old Saint was in his trailer, and Alan couldn't resist the urge to get up and peak. Santa was working at the tree, placing gifts for Alan and his mama where they would find them on Christmas morning, bringing a smile to the 12 year old's face. But as soon as Santa saw the shadow of the cute blonde boy against the wall, he realized that he was being watched and turned his head.
At first, Alan was stunned as the pair locked eyes, then he gulped and said, “Merry Christmas, Santa.”
Right away, Alan's thick southern drawl caught the attention of the gift bearing man in the red suit and he smiled, then he knelt down and welcomed Alan's hug.
“Merry Christmas, Alan Sexton,” the man said in a jovial way as the pungent smell of fresh cum and ass juice swirled into his knowing nostrils. With the short, skinny boy still clinging to him, Santa took his list out and adjusted his spectacles, then he raised an eyebrow. “I see you've been a very busy little boy slut, Alan. It also says you've been a busy little toilet. Is that true?”
“Yes, Santa, I have been busy doing both,” the little boy admitted, looking up at the jolly old Saint with searching eyes. “Is that naughty?”
“Well, I don't have you on my naughty list like I had Jimmy Smith,” the man pondered out loud, causing Alan to giggle.
“I go to school with Jimmy Smith,” Alan drawled. “He's really cute.”
“Well, I can't say that I disagree,” Santa said. “But you're awful cute, too, Alan.”
“I think you're cute, too,” Alan flirted, then he batted his eyes up at the big guy. “Do you want to see my room?”
With that, Santa stood up and Alan took the man by his white gloved hand, leading him through the trailer to his room, where they closed the door before Alan dropped his pajama bottoms and bent over, eager for an extended pole ride. After receiving Santa's magical seed in his contented boy pussy, the hopeful 12 year old asked, “Before you go, do you need the toilet?”
Seeing that the horny boy had a special Christmas wish, just like his friend Jimmy, Santa rubbed his large belly and nodded in the affirmative. In a flash, Alan was on the floor between Santa's legs, his mouth opened wide as he welcomed a long, thick and powerful smelling turd that bullied its way into his mouth. With a hot moan, the naughty 12 year old took his time smashing and smearing the stink laden present with his tongue while Santa watched with an incredulous smile.
“I see that you're enjoying yourself, Alan,” Santa noted, and the shameless little boy nodded in agreement. Waving his hand as he looked out of Alan's bedroom window, the Saint smiled as a wave of gastric pressure began to spread from trailer to trailer, affecting every man and boy that Alan knew. With a warm tone, Santa assured the boy, “You'll be a busy little toilet all day long, Alan. Merry Christmas.”
When the holiday sized yule log was swallowed, Alan took to Santa's deep crevice and chunky ass cheeks, licking away every last smear he could find while he took deep whiffs that brought him nothing but pleasure. Down the hall, the dark odor of shit drifted into Ms. Sexton's nose, pulling her from her slumber. When she was awake, she heard her son's depraved moans down the hall and the jingle of sleigh bells from outside the trailer. With a smile on her face, she rolled over and said to herself, “I see my letter made it to the North Pole.”
Coming Next... A Yule Log for Simon
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