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“Have I been good enough for a treat now?” he asked.

“I suppose you have,” I said.

With the candy cane still in his ass, I laid beside him and kissed him. Our minty lips and tongues exchanging sweet saliva, back and forth as I took his cock in my hand and he took mine in his. We jerked each other until Tommy pumped the breaks.

“What happened?” I asked.

“The candy cane snapped,” he said.

The end of the candy cane had crumbled under the way his ass had been gyrated and pushing into the mattress. Thankfully, he hadn’t swallowed it up inside. I pulled it out andsaw the relief on his face. “I guess I’ve gotta keep on eye on that if we do it again,” I said, looking up at him from below the waist. I gave his ass another lick, going up to his balls. “Still tingles?”

He nodded. “Can I have you candy cane cream, Santa?”

“My cream, ay. Well, let’s see how much of a good boy you’ve been first.”

Pulling out the pout he sighed and nodded. “I’ve been the best boy, I promise. If my other Daddy was here, he’d say it was true.”

I wish I had candy cane cream, and hoped in his world, it tasted just as he imagined.

Once the broken candy cane was tossed into the trash, we laid on the bed in a sixty nine, I was on my back and he was over me, sitting his ass on my face and giving me the best angle throat his cock and even tickle his balls with my beard. I knew how much he liked that, and he worked harder on my cock.

We’d been having sex for days now, growing more aware of each other’s bodies and the spaces we could touch to get each other a little more horny, I also knew where not to touch because of how ticklish he was. But I hadn’t accidentally done that since he was cumming and I grabbed him by his hips a little too light. He bounced with laughter, making even more of a mess than usual.

I tried, each time to contain the lengths at which Tommy would blow his load. This time, I aimed for it to go right down my throat. With a finger in his ass, hooked to play with his prostate, I tasted his precum slide across my tongue and down my throat. He went deeper, gagging, and then back again in his attempts at my candy cane cream, although at this point the red Santa hat had fallen off my head.

For the first time, I blew my load before him, right down his throat. He played with my balls and got awfully close to my ass on a couple occasions. He came right after as he repositionedhimself on my face, his cock balls deep into my throat. I didn’t even mind that in some ways it subverted the dynamic, I just needed something of him to exist inside me, and his cum would do that.

Tommy moaned so loud that the dogs began scratching at the door to investigate. It was also another change, he was no longer trying to stay quiet. It was one of the benefits of being so far away from anyone else.

“It’s in your beard,” he said, throwing himself down beside me. “Oh god. I didn’t meant to do that.”

I wiped my chin with the back of my hand and then licked it clean. “It’s not too bad,” I said. “Next time, I might put the candy cane on your cock and see if I can get the taste to transfer over.”

He kissed me on the lips and threw his arms around my chest. “As long as I get to do that to you as well,” he said. “I wished you tasted more like a candy cane.”

“It’s a shame we can’t change that,” I said.

“You’re not Santa,” he gasped. “Where’s your hat?”

“Surprise,” I said, hauling him on top of me. “It was me all along.”

“This makes it easier,” he said. “Now I don’t have to tell you that Santa seduced me.”

“Santa seduced you?” I asked, stroking a hand through his hair covered in sweat. “Are you sure you didn’t try and seduce Santa?”

“I mean, Santa is the ultimate Daddy,” he said, kissing me. “He gives you toys, he always has cookies, and he loves the please. I guess you’re a bit like Santa, except I’m the only one wishing for you to come down my chimney and surprise me on Christmas morning.”

For all that I dismissed about Christmas, I could never take away the optimism it gave everyone. I knew Tommy wouldbe back home before Christmas, and I wouldn’t be anywhere near his or anyone else’s chimney come Christmas morning. I wished he didn’t have to leave, but wishes were for littles. All I could do was waste time on the idea that he’d decide to stay a little longer.

19. TOMMY

I would’ve stayed in bed with Daddy Hardin or Santa all day if it was possible. If we were both in the city, we might’ve stayed indoors, escaping from the cold and being all cuddled together. Obviously, that wasn’t the case on a ranch, the only time we actually could spend in bed was when we were there for the night. There was always something that needed to be done, whether that was checking on the animals, walking the dogs, feeding the fire, or checking the cabins—which hadn’t sustained any snow storm damage.

“You don’t have to come with me,” Hardin said as he sat on the edge of the bed to get dressed again. “You can stay inside where it’s warm.”

“No, I promised I’d help on the ranch, and I want to make sure I live up to that part of the deal,” I said, even though staying indoors where it was warm was the ideal scenario.

“Then you’ll have to get dressed properly,” he said.

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