Santas Dynamic Duo

"Remember guys, Christmas is the time for sharing.
Don't be stingy or you might wake up tomorrow morning to
empty stockings." They sucked my thick, lumbering organ--
chewed, nibbled and licked it until I was trembling with
ecstasy.

In need of a brief reprieve to ward off ejaculating
prematurely, I suggested that they amuse themselves by
sucking each other while I watched. They were very receptive
to the idea. "You suck mine first," said Chad.

Paul dropped to his knees, staring for a moment at the
stiff, six-inch tool bobbing before his face. He licked his
lips and devoured the swollen, helmet shaped crest. Chad
gasped with pleasure. "Umm, suck my dick." Wet lips slid
down his slender shaft to embrace the root of his organ.
"That's it. Oh hell yes, take it all."

Indulging Chad's needs only briefly, Paul stood up
grasping the steely harness of his own pulsating organ. "Now
you suck mine," he said.

Without a moment of hesitation Chad descended. His task
was going to be a bit more challenging than Paul's had been.
Because, even though Paul's cock was not much longer than
his, it did possess a far greater girth, and had a slight
crook that caused his rigid shaft to curve upward. But Chad
swallowed the thick, bent ramrod with such ease I was certain
this was not the first time he'd had Paul's scrumptious cock
in his mouth.

The longer I watched the hungrier I became. My mouth was
watering for some goodies, and I'm not talking about milk and
cookies. I pulled Paul around so I could sample his fat cock.
Still seething with Chad's bubbly spit, I drew his roly-poly
knob into my mouth. At once my tongue hit upon the bitter
sweet flavor of cock slime. His pisshole was leaking like a
relief valve on an over heated radiator. The persistent
outflow of steamy dribble was absolutely delicious.

Determined not to be overlooked, Chad squeezed in along
side Paul insisting that I partake of his offering. He
needn't have worried. I had every intention of sampling his
thin shafted, young fuck muscle as well.

Paul retreated, squatting down between my gaping legs,
putting a rubber over my wooden soldier. The vacancy in my
mouth was immediately filled with Chad's twitching cock. His
dense, aromatic bush slammed against my lips as he thrust the
head of his organ all the way into my throat.

"You got it on yet?" Chad asked Paul. Paul leaned back
to reveal his handy work and we all stared down at the bright
green condom he had placed over my organ.

"Very festive, wouldn't you say," said Paul with a
giggle. "Santa's cock looks like a fucking cucumber," Chad
replied with equal amusement. "You should have used the red
one."

"But you know green's my favorite color," said Paul.
"And besides, where it's headed no one's going to see it
anyway."

Chad nodded stepping around my knee so that I could
continue sucking his delicious, impish organ while giving
Paul ample room to wiggle in close and lower his yawning ass
onto my southern pole.

The heat of Paul's belaboring anal sphincter washed over
the flared rim of my bloated cockhead like molten lava over
the crest of a volcano. He trembled uncontrollably, then,
with a lustfully moan he descended, completely embedding my
organ in the twitching nerve center of his tight fuckhole.
The torrid walls of Paul's silky rectum clasped my cock so
tightly it sent pulsating surges of divine pleasure through
my entire manhood.

When Chad's stiff poker began to flex spastically I knew
his efforts to delay his pent up load from surging forth had
become a battle lost. He pulled his cock out of my mouth,
and with the look of a man possessed, jacked off, shooting
spiral ribbons of stringy jism across Paul's smooth, rippling
back.

The sensation of hot, creamy spunk slithering down his
spine sent Paul into a ruttish frenzy. Resting his hands on
my thighs for support, he road my rigid shaft with the spirit
and vigor of a champion bronco buster. "Come here," he said
to Chad, panting feverishly. Chad stood before him, his
withering cock still shimmering with spit and spent semen.
"Suck me," Paul pleaded, squeezing a stream of translucent
pre-cum form his boiling pisshole.

Chad didn't need to be asked twice. He immediately went
to work on Paul's sappy knob. Soft, pink lips, glistening
wet with spit and cock ooze, skidded up and down Paul's
slick, meaty cylinder. His head came back on my shoulder
and I kissed him deeply.

Paul's breath shuddered as he exhaled. His entire body
became tense within the cuddling embrace of my arms. "Oh
God," he moaned softly. "I'm gonna cum."

Leaving behind a generous coating of saliva as a
lubricant, Chad pulled Paul's lugging cock from his gullet.
With his left hand Chad yanked swiftly on the stiffness
that had reclaimed his own throbbing rod. With his right
hand clasped tightly around Paul's joy-stick, he pulled and
squeezed until the chubby pecker yielded to his demands and
surrendered its gooey wad.

The flexing grip of Paul's slimy butthole held my
entrenched cock hostage. Deep within my manhood a tidal wave
of semen began to ebbed and surged. Like a pump being
primed, the length of my pisstube began to convulse with the
magnificent splendor of orgasmic contractions. I held tightly
to Paul's slender waist as a rush of spunk pooled in the thin
layer of latex that separated my lurching organ from the
gummy walls of his sweltering rectum.

When Paul's cock had ceased its retching, Chad stood up,
jacking off as Paul's spent load oozed down his velvety
torso. He stood stiffly, thigh muscles quivering, his
youthful face distorted with ecstasy as his creamy jism
splattered across Paul's neck an shoulders.

Still disguised as the jolly old elf I had been
portraying for the last five weeks, I leaned back and sighed
heavily. Without saying a word we looked at one another and
smiled knowingly. Yes indeed, my elves had given this Santa
a Yuletide joy he will cherish for many Christmases to come.