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Chapter 13 - Yes, Santa. I'll be good
©2009 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
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Chapter 13 - Yes, Santa. I'll be good
It's the week before Christmas. The building is decked with pine garlands and red ribbons. There's a huge tree in the front hall. Gifts are hidden in every secret nook. The closest stores to buy anything are either down in the village or up at Marmor Basin, both overpriced. The nearest decent shopping is Edmonton, five hours away one way. So most presents were bought online and shipped in. Throughout the month, Derrick the mail clerk has struggled to keep everyone out of the mail room. When someone comes for his mail, he has to wait outside the door while Derrick retrieve it. Otherwise everyone would be snooping to see what other people ordered.
All the boys have been rehearsing for the concert. Hermie is pretty good remembering the words to "Jingle Bells" and "Frosty the Snowman," and he plays the drum for "The Little Drummer Boy." For the more complex arrangements, he just stands there looking cute. "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year." "Silver Bells," and "Let It Snow!" are sung in four part harmony. There are plenty of young sopranos and altos. Several of the men on staff help fill out the tenor and bass sections. Chip and Shumba have been practicing their own song in secret and we are all anxious to hear what it is.
On the morning of Christmas Eve, some of the shaggier boys get their haircuts. The guests are asked to please release the boys after lunch so they can make final preparations for the concert/party. Bart gathers all the students in the gym and has them strip naked. He passes out their costumes: tight shorts made of shiny green vinyl, and a short red jacket that leaves the chest and midriff exposed. This way, Bullie doesn't need to worry about keeping his shirttail tucked in. Finally, the boys don knee length socks with red and white stripes, pointy green elf shoes and elf hats. At four, they march into the dining hall, which has been rearranged with rows of chairs for the guests and a small platform for a stage. As the boys parade in, the guests find the queue of tight covered asses very appealing.
The program includes, besides the choral pieces, some solos; several of the boys have beautiful voices. Also, there are performances on the piano, a trumpet, a violin, and three guitars. The finale is Chip and Shumba's secret surprise. They have gone offstage during Adrian's haunting rendition of "Greensleeves." Now they appear again, their asses to the audience. Bart puts on the tape recorder and the boys turn to face the audience, each holding a box wrapped in Christmas paper in front of his crotch. The song is Justin Timberlake and Andy Samberg's infamous "Cock in a Box," and it brings the house down.
Now it's party time. Each man draws a name from a hat and that boy becomes his personal elf for the party. Hermie ends up with Mr. Miller, an oilman from Texas. There are only twelve guests at the moment. (At Christmas, most people spend time with family.) So Jerry and I draw the last two names. My elf is Chitto. The men and boys pair up, sample all the goodies Pierre has put on the groaning board, and listen to the piped Christmas music. Some of us dance. Others sit and kiss and fondle.
We are all waiting for the big arrival. Few noticed Comley quietly leave the room with Doc and Bart. After a while, someone turns off the canned music and we hear jingle bells coming down the hall. We all look at the door and in come Doc and Bart, wearing only the skimpiest black leather jocks, black harnesses, and reindeer antlers. They are pulling pulling a throne on wheels with a jovial Santa ho-ho-ing loudly. Chitto and I laugh together. I look over at Jerry. I know, he like myself, is glad we were asked to draw names. Otherwise, we'd be reindeer as well. Doc, especially, must be embarrassed as hell.
"Ho ho ho!" Santa greets everyone in the room by name. Only the very youngest, specifically Bullie, Paul and Hermie, are fooled. Santa takes out a scroll marked Good Little Boys! and reads the first name: Shumba.
"Yeah!" Shumba leaves his adult partner, high fives his pal Chip and saunters up to Santa to get his gift. He has to sit on Santa's lap of course, but when he does Santa's gloved hand ends up under his ass and his fingers are groping the boy's ample package through the green vinyl.
"Oh, Yes, Shumba here definitely feels like a good little boy." Santa gives the boy's package a good feel up and corrects himself. "No, Shumba is a big boy now. You are still good though aren't you?"
"Yes, Santa."
"You're not too big to take a nice big candy cane up your ass are you?"
"No Santa."
"That's good, because Mr. Klein is an important guest here and we wouldn't want him to be disappointed tonight."
"Don't worry, Santa. I'll be a good boy."
"I know you will, Shumba. Now here's your present." The reindeer hand him a new laptop.
"Thank you, Santa."
Santa goes through the list from the oldest on down. Each boy gets felt up, gets teased and gets his present, in each case something he very much wants.
Near the end, Santa calls for Hermie. "¿Hermano, eres un buen muchacho?"
"Si, Señor Santa." Hermie is in awe that Santa speaks his language. Maybe not like a native, but still Hermie understands him perfectly.
"Señor Santa sabe Hermano es un buen chico, un niño muy bueno. Hermano, Señor Miller será feliz esta noche." Santa spreads Hermie's skinny little legs apart and points to his anus. Then he addresses Miller in English. "Now Hermie's little Christmas box here isn't ready to be opened up yet, and that's ok. We can wait. But,..." Santa looks at Hermie and asks, "¿Te gusta chupar pene, Hermano?"
"Si, Señor Santa."
Santa points to Hermie's mouth and looks back at Miller. "Santa knows this will happily open up for you, Miller." In the last few days, Hermie finally worked up the courage to wrap his lips around a fat cock. First he sucked off the teenagers, then Comley, Jerry and myself.
"¿Estás aprendiendo a hablar Inglés, Hermano?"
"Poco."
"Oh, fuckin, Gracias!" We all laugh. That was a real struggle for Comley, but I admire him for going the extra mile for the little immigrant.
Santa looks at sweet little Hermie. "Hermano, ahora tengo un regalo muy especial para un niño muy bueno."
The reindeer give him a snowboard, like the ones he's seen other boys riding.
"Gracias, Señor Santa."
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Chapter 13 - Yes, Santa. I'll be good
It's the week before Christmas. The building is decked with pine garlands and red ribbons. There's a huge tree in the front hall. Gifts are hidden in every secret nook. The closest stores to buy anything are either down in the village or up at Marmor Basin, both overpriced. The nearest decent shopping is Edmonton, five hours away one way. So most presents were bought online and shipped in. Throughout the month, Derrick the mail clerk has struggled to keep everyone out of the mail room. When someone comes for his mail, he has to wait outside the door while Derrick retrieve it. Otherwise everyone would be snooping to see what other people ordered.
All the boys have been rehearsing for the concert. Hermie is pretty good remembering the words to "Jingle Bells" and "Frosty the Snowman," and he plays the drum for "The Little Drummer Boy." For the more complex arrangements, he just stands there looking cute. "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year." "Silver Bells," and "Let It Snow!" are sung in four part harmony. There are plenty of young sopranos and altos. Several of the men on staff help fill out the tenor and bass sections. Chip and Shumba have been practicing their own song in secret and we are all anxious to hear what it is.
On the morning of Christmas Eve, some of the shaggier boys get their haircuts. The guests are asked to please release the boys after lunch so they can make final preparations for the concert/party. Bart gathers all the students in the gym and has them strip naked. He passes out their costumes: tight shorts made of shiny green vinyl, and a short red jacket that leaves the chest and midriff exposed. This way, Bullie doesn't need to worry about keeping his shirttail tucked in. Finally, the boys don knee length socks with red and white stripes, pointy green elf shoes and elf hats. At four, they march into the dining hall, which has been rearranged with rows of chairs for the guests and a small platform for a stage. As the boys parade in, the guests find the queue of tight covered asses very appealing.
The program includes, besides the choral pieces, some solos; several of the boys have beautiful voices. Also, there are performances on the piano, a trumpet, a violin, and three guitars. The finale is Chip and Shumba's secret surprise. They have gone offstage during Adrian's haunting rendition of "Greensleeves." Now they appear again, their asses to the audience. Bart puts on the tape recorder and the boys turn to face the audience, each holding a box wrapped in Christmas paper in front of his crotch. The song is Justin Timberlake and Andy Samberg's infamous "Cock in a Box," and it brings the house down.
Now it's party time. Each man draws a name from a hat and that boy becomes his personal elf for the party. Hermie ends up with Mr. Miller, an oilman from Texas. There are only twelve guests at the moment. (At Christmas, most people spend time with family.) So Jerry and I draw the last two names. My elf is Chitto. The men and boys pair up, sample all the goodies Pierre has put on the groaning board, and listen to the piped Christmas music. Some of us dance. Others sit and kiss and fondle.
We are all waiting for the big arrival. Few noticed Comley quietly leave the room with Doc and Bart. After a while, someone turns off the canned music and we hear jingle bells coming down the hall. We all look at the door and in come Doc and Bart, wearing only the skimpiest black leather jocks, black harnesses, and reindeer antlers. They are pulling pulling a throne on wheels with a jovial Santa ho-ho-ing loudly. Chitto and I laugh together. I look over at Jerry. I know, he like myself, is glad we were asked to draw names. Otherwise, we'd be reindeer as well. Doc, especially, must be embarrassed as hell.
"Ho ho ho!" Santa greets everyone in the room by name. Only the very youngest, specifically Bullie, Paul and Hermie, are fooled. Santa takes out a scroll marked Good Little Boys! and reads the first name: Shumba.
"Yeah!" Shumba leaves his adult partner, high fives his pal Chip and saunters up to Santa to get his gift. He has to sit on Santa's lap of course, but when he does Santa's gloved hand ends up under his ass and his fingers are groping the boy's ample package through the green vinyl.
"Oh, Yes, Shumba here definitely feels like a good little boy." Santa gives the boy's package a good feel up and corrects himself. "No, Shumba is a big boy now. You are still good though aren't you?"
"Yes, Santa."
"You're not too big to take a nice big candy cane up your ass are you?"
"No Santa."
"That's good, because Mr. Klein is an important guest here and we wouldn't want him to be disappointed tonight."
"Don't worry, Santa. I'll be a good boy."
"I know you will, Shumba. Now here's your present." The reindeer hand him a new laptop.
"Thank you, Santa."
Santa goes through the list from the oldest on down. Each boy gets felt up, gets teased and gets his present, in each case something he very much wants.
Near the end, Santa calls for Hermie. "¿Hermano, eres un buen muchacho?"
"Si, Señor Santa." Hermie is in awe that Santa speaks his language. Maybe not like a native, but still Hermie understands him perfectly.
"Señor Santa sabe Hermano es un buen chico, un niño muy bueno. Hermano, Señor Miller será feliz esta noche." Santa spreads Hermie's skinny little legs apart and points to his anus. Then he addresses Miller in English. "Now Hermie's little Christmas box here isn't ready to be opened up yet, and that's ok. We can wait. But,..." Santa looks at Hermie and asks, "¿Te gusta chupar pene, Hermano?"
"Si, Señor Santa."
Santa points to Hermie's mouth and looks back at Miller. "Santa knows this will happily open up for you, Miller." In the last few days, Hermie finally worked up the courage to wrap his lips around a fat cock. First he sucked off the teenagers, then Comley, Jerry and myself.
"¿Estás aprendiendo a hablar Inglés, Hermano?"
"Poco."
"Oh, fuckin, Gracias!" We all laugh. That was a real struggle for Comley, but I admire him for going the extra mile for the little immigrant.
Santa looks at sweet little Hermie. "Hermano, ahora tengo un regalo muy especial para un niño muy bueno."
The reindeer give him a snowboard, like the ones he's seen other boys riding.
"Gracias, Señor Santa."
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.