A CHRISTMAS TAIL
by MANFUN
T'was December 24th -- Christmas Eve for most folks; but for me, just another day. All my family was back east, and, not having anyone out here, I decided to spend the holidays enjoying some cross-country skiing, a new sport for me.
I had planned a 10-k route on the maps I had gotten from the ranger station when I checked in. Everything was perfect, it had snowed the night before, the conditions were beautiful. Since this was my first time in the area everything was new, filled with marvelous sights and sounds along the wilderness path. I skied on and on, time slipping pleasantly by as I savored the rolling, white covered hills graced with scattering of small firs and pines.
The whole scene seemed so picturesque, perhaps it was the Yuletide music playing in my mind amid thoughts of Christmas's past. I knew I deserved something special -- I had been such a good boy throughout the whole year.
Not keeping your mind on your stride is not the smartest thing to do while gliding on skis; and, as I crested what appeared to be a slight roll, the ground dropped away sharply. I was ill-prepared for the fast descent, and certainly less ready for the big black trunk that appeared from nowhere. I was doing my best to avoid all the small pines, when I slammed head-on into the tree, my skis straddling either side. I bounced backwards onto my ass, to be covered by an avalanche of white dropping from above, and stars twinkling in my minds eyes.
I know it's stupid, but my next thoughts were that I was back in the city in my old apartment with Mark, my first lover, with him kissing my neck and face, as he often did before moving to my ass to tease me into submission. He knew he could get anything he wanted that way. I could never say no to him when he woke me that way.
Awakening from such a marvelous fantasy was a rude disappointment, I was up to my neck in snow, and there was someone asking, "Are you okay?" I opened my eyes, but my vision was a blur. To my right I saw a huge round blob of brown. Within it and centered were two dark saucers, and underneath a slash of red. My vision cleared slowly and I sat up. Looking to my left I saw his face.....it made me think that I had died and gone to skiers heaven. I was in love of the first magnitude. He possessed the kind of strong squared features that excited me down to my toes. He had rosy red cheeks, warm green eyes that twinkled when he smiled, and curly chestnut colored hair that was all but concealed by his white fringed, bright red parka.
He took my hand and helped me to my feet. Nothing about me seemed to want to cooperate. I tried to speak but no words came out. He asked me again if I was alright.
"Yeah, I guess so....Where'd you come from?" I said groggily, as I wiped my face again, only to find a big bump on my forehead.
"I thought I was all alone out here."
"Sandy here found you." he said. "I hope you didn't mind him licking your face and neck like that?"
Sandy turned out to be a enormous Saint Bernard with the typical keg hanging from his neck. This whole scene was getting weirder by the minute. "You're got a nasty bump on your head." he said as he brushed the remaining snow from my face and swept my hair, matted with some dried blood, from my forehead. "You must have been out for a few minutes. Why not come back to my cabin so I can clean up that wound for you? You look like you could use a hot drink, too."
I looked up into his reassuring eyes and easily agreed to his offer of first aid. He helped me towards the gate in his split rail fence. I may be slow at times, but I was sure there hadn't been a gate much less a fence, when I made my acquaintance with the tree. I walked with him towards his brightly decorated cabin, which also hadn't been there before. It was near dark by then, and colorful Christmas lights outlined the fancy Alpine gables and the pine trees nearby. A full moon and whiffs of white smoke lazy curling from the chimney completed the picture. It gave me a warm feeling all over, like the Christmas cards you see.
Without comment he opened the thick wooden door for me. While I took in the beauty of the room and its furnishings, he slipped out of his bulky red parka and hung it on a peg by the door. Now I was drooling, he stood way over 6 foot tall, hunky but trim build, with broad shoulders, full hips, and a gentle grace of action.
"Shhh," he said, guiding me over to a large sofa before a warm flickering fireplace. He removed my parka, gently urging me down; then withdrew for a few minutes. The warmth from the fire made me drowsy. I must have slept for a while. When my benefactor returned, he was carrying a tray with water, a towel, and first aid items. I started in disbelief. He was naked. My face flushed and my heart fluttered. He bore a massive cock with a turtleneck like foreskin that hid the lowermost portion of its rounded pink head. Below this symbol of manhood, two goose egg sized balls hung loose, bouncing from thigh to thigh as he approached. They too were covered with the same silky curly chestnut colored hair. He was completely at ease wearing nothing more than a smile as he cleaned and bandaged my bruised head, while I on the other hand, was not. My cock stained painfully against the Spandex of my tight ski pants, and even the ungiving cotton of my long johns could do nothing to hide the evidence of my lust.
"You would be more comfortable out of all these clothes," he nonchalantly said. Adroitly, he went about stripping away my clothing -- socks, tee shirt, pants and long johns -- neatly stacking then beside the sofa. My skin tingled as his hands brushed along my legs while he removed my jockeys. Before I could say a word, he returned to my hard cock and with a twinkle in his eyes he started to lick it. "I....I....ooooh," I struggled to express myself, but my words were lost to the sensations he lavished upon my tender flesh. My nuts jiggled and slipped about as he licked and sucked upon them, in and out of his hot mouth.
He looked up at me with those twinkling eyes and could see the perplexity and my confusion. Question upon question interfered with the full giving of myself.
"My name is Kringle," he stated. "Kris Kringle." He hesitated, watching me for a reaction. I stood there, my mind wasn't working at all. When he sensed that my eyes wouldn't open any further in confusion and disbelief, he finished the introduction. "Junior."
"Noooo... I mean... You? ....nooo...." A real astute comeback, right?
"Yup, 'fraid so," he said. "Kris Kringle, Junior. Santa's only son and I'm gay, as if you hadn't noticed. And what I want right now is that cock of yours up my ass."
In a blink of any eye, Junior slipped free, and bounded to his feet. He smiled and went right to work, lub'ing his tail from a tube on the first aid tray. He leapt onto the sofa, reached to position my rigid cock at the entrance of his ass, and settled down for a long winter's fuck.
Kris rode my cock and made such a clammier that was sure to disturb every creature in the house, even a mouse. Fucking upward as he lifted and sat, taking my cock to the hilt. Wildly in unison we fucked and fucked. It was definitely nice. My nuts tightened, my hips bucked, and stream after stream of my white hot cum filled his ass. Like a geyser, his red knobbed tool erupted. Hot cream spewed forth in wave after wave. As it started to spurt out he shouted,
"Merry Christmas to all, and gawd what a night!!"
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