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The Rite of Christmas
The only visible light in the room came from the crackling fireplace as it burned deep into the night and filled the room with its loving warmth. As I waited in the sitting room of my expensive home, kneeling on the furry rug below me in my once a year pose with my hand tied behind my back and with a blindfold covering my eyes to the activities around me. Giving my other senses a change to awaken in a heightened being over the absence of my sight, as the different scents scattered around the room give me a sketched memory of everything around me and my ears listen to the sounds being made from the kitchen by a heavyset person. Until the clock struck midnight and Christmas day arrived to the world outside, letting him enter the sitting room with his heavy footing sounding out, because of his traditional black boots hitting off my wooden floor, as a smile came over his face and he stopped in the center of the room.
St. Nicholas stood before me, looking down at the sight of me with a sweat having broken over his chubby, bearded face, as I listened to him unbutton his jacket and expose his large fur covered stomach and chest. While he used the moment to play with his pierced nipples and pat his large belly over the offerings that had been placed out to help quench his thirst and hunger, and to leave him ready for the next part of our little game together. As he inched closer to my body and gripped the back of my head to push me into his sheeted crotch that smelled of a long nights work, soaked with his sweat. To leave his scent on my nose and to give me something to remember him by throughout the year to come until Christmas came once more.
Once I had lapped up his crotch and added my drool to its wetness, showing him just how much I hungered for him, with his chubby bulge now pitching a tent in the cloth and begging for release as it left a sparkle in his eyes to set things in motion. With him slowly moving, back from looking and me down at my awaiting mouth that stayed open in the hopes of more to come. As he went about the room preparing the waiting camera to set it up, with the perfect shot of me on my knees, before he would press play and move forward to block the view for only a moment. By performing, a small striptease to the camera and slowly undoing his belt, to let it along with his red bottoms, hit the ground with a thud to show he was not wearing underwear. Exposing his white fur covered legs to the camera as he gripped the base of his four-inch cock to show it off before he turned his back to the camera and showed off his chubby and sweating ass that glistened next to the fireplace. As he used the exposure of the camera and his loving nature of being watched or filmed in a sexual manner to get himself erect and standing for attention for the next chapter to come in this game.
With the camera now rolling on the both of us good ole' St. Nicholas stepped forward and tilted my head a little to aim his chubby four-inch cock at my waiting mouth, as I hear the faint sound of him whispering to me in a light yet commanding tone. Before I feel, his circumcised head enter my mouth and rest on my tongue for my lips to close around it and suck on the head as if I were sucking on a mother's breast for milk to quench my thirst. With my tongue slowly moving away from the head to travel down his base, bathe the sweat away fro his cock, and take more of his scent in my body to make me his forever. As I make sure, he can feel my tongue licking around the bottom of his cock and tracing over the circumcision scar, while my lips alternate between sucking him off to becoming light little kisses on the slit. To leave his precum tracing over my lips and coating them with his clear liquid love, as I listen to the sound of him lighting up his pipe as the smell soon fills the room and enters my nostrils to give me my first sense of the smoke that night with more to come.
Having taken his second drag from the pipe and now feeling it relax his body that little bit more. He then guides his cock back into my hungry mouth and rubs the bottom of my chin with his thumb, noting the beard I had grown per his request from the year before, and with the first hint of grey showing. As he began to fuck my face gently, as if I was his lover, knowing it was simple for me to take his size and girth from the twenty years of practice under my belt, as he made sure I worked his cock over in the way only I could. If I were to earn the load, he had been saving up the whole year just for my hungry needs to be satisfied and for his balls to be drained to celebrate his special day. As his right hand moves up to stroke my balding hair line with a light pat of appreciation before he guides my mouth down further. To press my nose against his neatly trimmed bush and push back the fat to take more of the hidden root as I'm forced to take a deep breath of his musky scent while he blew out another puff of smoke through his nose, now trying to aim it down towards me with a grin. As it gives him, a new confidence to spread his legs open and give the camera shot of his pink rosebud that winked to the camera, showing once more that he loved the attention and knew how to work his chubby body frame. In order to play up for the camera and the audience to leave me with something to watch throughout the year to remember him by and to keep myself happy in my pleasure sessions alone.
The sound of the clock striking out once more filled the room as it left me having to listen carefully for the sound of him clearing his throat and growling out in a low and deep tone that trembled to my ears. As I felt a light dribble enter my mouth before he released the floodgates and his piss hit the back of my throat, making me relax and take a deep breath. For it to slide down the throat with each and me only needing to swallow what tried to escape from my well-trained mouth. While he made sure to soak up my tongue and get a mixture of his piss and precum before he removed his jolting cock, with the head a dark crimson and bouncing as if screaming out to be put back in my mouth. As I used the moment to catch my breath while he turned around and parted his chubby cheeks, now winking to the camera himself and making his cock bounce for a little show. While he stepped back until his ass covered my face and my lips pressed against his rosebud, making my tongue dart out to lubricate it with his juices that he had so willingly gave to me until my tongue probed his old hole and loosened it up. Therefore, it would part at my touch and let my tongue enter him to eat out his musky old hole that smelled of his body sweat and with the hint of a sweet perfume that came from the shower; he took before he left to deliver his presents. To those that been good boys and girls the past year while those whom were naughty were left with something else from him as their presents from old St. Nicholas. While for myself, I was left on neither of those lists as my present came in the form of something special from the man himself instead of the myth that surrounded his being and confused some to the truth.
I work his hole making sure he knows how much I love him and everything he gives to me as I hear him complementing my skills while he wiggles his ass to dig my tongue deeper into his itching hole and with him trying to tighten the walls of his ass around my tongue to stop it from escaping. As I cover his inside walls with his piss, precum and my spit that helped open him up that much more before I pull back to lightly nibble on the entrance to his ass and kiss it one last time for my lips to open and part the entrance for my tongue to enter again. While I listen to the sound of him growling out once more with smoke escaping into the air as the sound of him slicking up his cock and rubbing it, with his thumb milking his precum to cover the head and leave it shining for the camera. Before he pushed me back, now holding onto my head as he spun around and forced me down on his cock in a more controlling manner as my nose crashed against his fat and pushed down further to take more of his hidden root. As he began to fuck my face with the sweat dripping down his exposed stomach and soaking up his crotch, as he pulled me back to let the sweat drip down over the base. Before forcing it back in my mouth and continuing in his more erratic fucking of my face. With the sound of his gasping now filling the room as I heard him take one last gulp before growling out in a booming tone and pulling on the back of my remaining hair as he held me tightly against his crotch. As I felt him unloading in my mouth, spending his year long load down my throat and making sure I could not waste a single drop as it slid down my throat for me to swallow in order to keep up with all that he was giving me.
After a short period that seemed unreadable to the both of us as he finally let go of my head and moved away from me to breathe out his final puff of smoke and to, simply, bask in the glory of it all with a smile coming over his face and the sweat dripping over his glisten body. As his eyes looked down at me once more with love burning deep inside them, as I looked up, still blindfolded but able to tell that, I would be looking at into his eyes if it wasn't for the cloth that blocked my vision. While he removed his jacket and threw it on the chair to then kneel down in front of me as he lifted my head and kissed me, his pipe now in hand as he used it to burn open the rope and free my arms. As they wrapped around his neck instinctively and his little loving kisses became more passionate with each minute that passed in our broken timeline, as I felt him lightly push me down on the furry rug. Until I felt his body lie on top of mine own, and a whisper of love escaped my mouth in the form of, "Daddy," still using the name I gave him as a child of, "Father Christmas," but in a more raunchy setting that both pulled on his heartstrings and got his cock up once more. As his hands moved down to grip our cocks together as he squeezed them together and milked out precum until it soaked my cock and he licked his fingers clean.
At that moment my world froze, as I felt him press his weight down against mine while he moved to position his ass over my pleading cock to sink down and take my five-inch cock with us groaning out over the mixed feelings that ran through our bodies. As I knew in that moment, my day had come and from that night, my life would never be the same again, making tears escape my eyes and run down my cheeks. For him to wipe them away with his thumb as he undid the blindfold and waited for my eyes to come into focus, with me looking up into his waiting gaze. Before he leaned down to give me our first kiss with our eyes meeting, as I felt his hungry ass milk my cock with its walls wrapping around me and manipulating my foreskin. Therefore, my exposed head could pound against his prostate with my hips thrusting up to match his pace as he leans down to whisper in my ear to fuck him harder and give daddy the kind of fucking only his son could give to him. Leaving me groaning out and lost in the moment with my bottom lip trembling at his words, with my cum boiling up with my emotions as our sweat mixed together to cover the other and with a final thrust I unload in his waiting ass with his body arching up and his ass clamping down to stop anything from escaping. As my screamed that filled the room became deeper and sounding as if from another person, as he refused to let up and continued to fuck himself on my burning cock with my groans turning to me begging. Before he pressed his body down against mine and bit into my nipple, as my body shuttered and everything around me blacked out for what seemed to be just a moment, with my body releasing everything it had into the man and giving my seed up to his completely to complete the rite of passage.
I woke an hour later to the sound of the clock chiming out once more, as I found myself lying in his arms and still on the soaked rug that would be forever tainted with our scents mixed together in the passion of love. As I looked up to find him watching me rest in his arms with a look of love on his face that changed for just a moment as I heard him say to me, "It's time to go." leaving nothing else to be spoken between us at that moment. While he helped me to my feet and I got a chance to look over my changed body, now seeming hairier than before with my fur having turned white, and with a bushier white beard that I scratched, while my stomach now stuck out in a larger frame that left my cock un-seeable to my eyes at least. As he turned to give me a little nip on my lips before he began to dress me slowly in his clothing, treating it as another ritual as old memories once forgotten flashed back in my memory. With the first memory taking me back to when I was a mere child in my parents home and sneaking down on Christmas eve to find St. Nicholas standing in the sitting room as he smiled at me and promised something special would happen with us when I was older. Leading into the next memory of when I was a teenager and now refused to believe that he existed as I woke up in my bedroom that Christmas Eve to find him sitting on my bed. As he spoke to me gently and took my virginity that night before leaving and promising to visit me next year. With the lingering words that a day would come when our lives changed forever in an event that neither of us could change. As the memory flash ended with him placing the final piece, his hat, on my head and pronouncing to me, "Hello, Father Christmas!" and the ritual became complete for me to take his place and for him to retire. Leaving me to cry once more as I took a step closer and whispered back, "I love you, Grandpa Christmas!" as he moved in and kissed me again. Before he went to dress in the spare clothing, he brought for his own sake and then proceeded to take me with him as we left my old home to be discovered in the coming days with everyone thinking I was missing to the world now. As we headed to his, now mine, sleigh and left to head to our home together. Where I would take over for him and he would spend the rest of his days as my partner, looking over the place and helping me through the pace, with me acting as his someone to love. Until that day, centenaries later, would come in which I would have to find a new partner to take my place and continue the legacy we all make a reality.
The End.
Merry Christmas, HomelessCub
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