Christmas Eve and the Night After
I stumbled in from the Christmas party barely alive… actually the hangover was so bad I wished I was dead. I had been deposited in front of my building by my so called friends; those same friends that fed me those extra strong drinks at the office party. Those same friends who were supposed to get me home took me to an after party at their friend’s house. It was a great party but unbeknownst to me they were spiking my cokes. They knew I wanted to be home by midnight to put out milk and cookies for Santa–well actually he prefers eggnog and chocolate cake. I know because he told me so himself seven years ago when I met him.
Yeah, yeah I know, fourteen year old kids aren’t supposed to believe in Santa but I did. He wasn’t what I expected. He doesn’t look anything like the roly-poly pictures depicting him. In fact he is young, handsome, and muscular. Think about hauling millions of toys into houses.
So I have this standing appointment to meet Santa at midnight every year on Christmas Eve.
Last year Santa promised something special for this Christmas. He pointed out that I would be twenty one and that I would learn the true meaning of giving and receiving. What actually happened was that by midnight I was passed out on the floor of a bathroom and didn’t wake up until the sun was high in the sky on Christmas morning.
Entering my apartment I saw that there was nothing under the tree. I felt even worse that I stood Santa up. Maybe he was pissed since he didn’t leave anything for me. I went into the kitchen for water to hydrate and when I opened the refrigerator the container of eggnog was half empty and the cake was cut.
“So you were here!” I said to the open refrigerator.
“It was a wild night,” I heard from behind me. I whipped around and stopped in my tracks. I didn’t know the guy sitting on the stairs drinking eggnog.
“Who are you? How did you get in here? What are you doing here?”
”Elf Adam. I came with Santa. Waiting for you,” he answered.
“I missed him,” I sighed as I plopped in a chair. I wanted to cry but sobbing would make my head hurt worse. Adam stood and tossed a pill down my throat before he placed an oxygen mask on my face. He told me to breathe deeply. I knew the only thing that would cure me was time and sleep.
“This isn’t oxygen. This is a real cure,” Adam chuckled.
“Fezeaejh anta mmmsoey” I spoke into the mask. He pulled off the face mask. “Tell Santa I’m sorry when you see him,” I said to Adam.
“Tell him yourself.”
“Should I write him a letter?”
“No, when he finished the toy run he came back here instead of going home. He knew what your friends were doing so they are on the naughty list.”
“So I missed him twice?” I said as I slumped back in the chair.
“Not really. He is sleeping upstairs waiting for you,” Adam said calmly.
“What!” I jumped up and realized that my head didn’t hurt. I ran up the stairs and burst into my room. He held up the covers and I crawled into bed with him. By the time the blankets touched my body I was naked. That had to be Santa magic.
“Sorry…” I began. He put his finger to my lips.
“You could have taken a cab home,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. “Time for your 21st birthday Christmas present.”
Then up in the bedroom there arose such a clatter!
Adam ran up the stairs to see what was the matter.
He stood at the door with a smile on his face
and walked to the bed at a very slow pace.
Santa was huffing and puffing and ready to cum
when Adam approached and asked Santa to save him some.
Elf Adam quickly joined us in bed
who knew that Elf could give such great head.
His eyes–how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose, lips, and tongue worked over my cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up for a kiss,
and the red of his lips begged to give me great bliss.
He had a broad muscular chest and a flat little belly,
that flexed when he thrust, to deliver cock jelly.
Santa thrust and he thrust over and over again
and started cursing and swearing with bad words like darn, and spit, and oh gosh cazan.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
and filled my ass full, then turned with a jerk.
And wiping the sweat from his face and his nose,
giving a nod to Adam, up from the bed he arose.
Once on his feet he was so lively and quick,
I confirmed in a moment that St. Nick had a huge dick.
Adam will train you until I return
In a month maybe two to test what you’ve learned.
More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
“Now Dasher! Now Dancer!
Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid!
On, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch!
To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!”
Merry Christmas everybody!