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have been a little person, but that was all that was little about him. He was sporting a beautiful hard-on that was at least eight inches long, maybe longer, and very thick with a mushroom head.
“Sorry, guy, I’ve been kind of horny lately. I would have polished it off in the shower, but I didn’t want to use up all your hot water.”
Sammy didn’t say a word. He just dropped to his knees and took that big dick into his mouth and started sucking as if he were starving for air and Marvin’s tool provided oxygen. Marvin didn’t stop him; he just moaned and placed his hands on Sammy’s head.
Sammy reached back and removed his underwear to free up his own hard cock, which was an inch shy of Marvin’s and not quite as thick. Once naked, he grabbed Marvin’s full balls with one hand and felt up and down his compact, muscular body with the other. The whole time, Marvin was still standing in the tub. Sammy didn’t care. His cock was heaven, and his precum tasted sweet, very sweet, and there was plenty of it. Sammy couldn’t get enough of his cock or the precum he was being fed, and Marvin was not about to stop him. Sammy felt Marvin’s balls tighten up and his cock swell even more, and he knew it wouldn’t be long. His own cock was throbbing and bobbing and leaking.
“I’m gonna come down your throat if you don’t stop,” Marvin declared. Sammy just kept at it, sucking that big thick leaking cock as if his life depended on it, and the more he sucked, the more turned on he was. “Here it comes, buddy!”
The first blast went straight back, and more and more cum filled Sammy’s mouth, and he didn’t lose a drop of the sweet cream. In fact, it was the sweetest load he ever tasted. He just kept sucking and sucking to be sure he didn’t miss a drop, and tasting that sweet load brought him over the edge with a hands-free orgasm that blasted the side of the tub. Sucking on Marvin’s dick was the greatest sexual experience he had ever had – so far.
When they were spent, Sammy lay down on the floor on his back, his dick still semi-hard, and Marvin stepped out of the tub. Sammy licked his lips.
“Damn, your cum tastes just like … like … peppermint!” Sammy said with surprise.
Marvin didn’t say a word, leaned over and kissed Sammy while he straddled his chest. The kiss was long, sloppy and deep, just the way Sammy liked it.
They broke away from each other, and Marvin had a glow about him as if he were being bathed in pink lights.
“You have been a good boy this year, Sammy,” Marvin said.
Sammy thought he may have had too much to drink at the Garage, for Marvin was transforming. While his hot body and huge dick remained the same, his dark hair grew to his shoulders, and he grew a well-groomed beard.
Sammy was frightened at first until Marvin put a reassuring hand on his chest, which emanated a warmth he never felt before. They were still naked, Sammy on his back on the bathroom floor, and Marvin straddling him. The little man then sat on Sammy’s chest, his cock resting on his sternum and pointing at his neck. His velvety balls felt so good against Sammy’s skin, they made him tingle with joy.
“Who are you?” Sammy asked.
“My last name is not Minkoff, although I am Jewish,” the now long-haired elf said. “I am Santa Claus’s twin brother, Marvin Claus. Yeah, I know Claus doesn’t sound Jewish, but our name used to be Clausenoffenberg before we changed it. The kids used to have so much trouble with Clausenoffenberg.”
“But, Santa is a symbol of Christmas … I mean Santa does not exist … I mean … Oh my God … does this mean I have to convert?”
“Sammy, my son. The Christians high-jacked us a long, long time ago. We are just part of the Diaspora, who happen to be living at the North Pole. My brother and I are angels. We operate a factory and make toys, but we don’t fly around with reindeer and jump down chimneys. That’s the made-up part.”
By now, Marvin had reached
“Sorry, guy, I’ve been kind of horny lately. I would have polished it off in the shower, but I didn’t want to use up all your hot water.”
Sammy didn’t say a word. He just dropped to his knees and took that big dick into his mouth and started sucking as if he were starving for air and Marvin’s tool provided oxygen. Marvin didn’t stop him; he just moaned and placed his hands on Sammy’s head.
Sammy reached back and removed his underwear to free up his own hard cock, which was an inch shy of Marvin’s and not quite as thick. Once naked, he grabbed Marvin’s full balls with one hand and felt up and down his compact, muscular body with the other. The whole time, Marvin was still standing in the tub. Sammy didn’t care. His cock was heaven, and his precum tasted sweet, very sweet, and there was plenty of it. Sammy couldn’t get enough of his cock or the precum he was being fed, and Marvin was not about to stop him. Sammy felt Marvin’s balls tighten up and his cock swell even more, and he knew it wouldn’t be long. His own cock was throbbing and bobbing and leaking.
“I’m gonna come down your throat if you don’t stop,” Marvin declared. Sammy just kept at it, sucking that big thick leaking cock as if his life depended on it, and the more he sucked, the more turned on he was. “Here it comes, buddy!”
The first blast went straight back, and more and more cum filled Sammy’s mouth, and he didn’t lose a drop of the sweet cream. In fact, it was the sweetest load he ever tasted. He just kept sucking and sucking to be sure he didn’t miss a drop, and tasting that sweet load brought him over the edge with a hands-free orgasm that blasted the side of the tub. Sucking on Marvin’s dick was the greatest sexual experience he had ever had – so far.
When they were spent, Sammy lay down on the floor on his back, his dick still semi-hard, and Marvin stepped out of the tub. Sammy licked his lips.
“Damn, your cum tastes just like … like … peppermint!” Sammy said with surprise.
Marvin didn’t say a word, leaned over and kissed Sammy while he straddled his chest. The kiss was long, sloppy and deep, just the way Sammy liked it.
They broke away from each other, and Marvin had a glow about him as if he were being bathed in pink lights.
“You have been a good boy this year, Sammy,” Marvin said.
Sammy thought he may have had too much to drink at the Garage, for Marvin was transforming. While his hot body and huge dick remained the same, his dark hair grew to his shoulders, and he grew a well-groomed beard.
Sammy was frightened at first until Marvin put a reassuring hand on his chest, which emanated a warmth he never felt before. They were still naked, Sammy on his back on the bathroom floor, and Marvin straddling him. The little man then sat on Sammy’s chest, his cock resting on his sternum and pointing at his neck. His velvety balls felt so good against Sammy’s skin, they made him tingle with joy.
“Who are you?” Sammy asked.
“My last name is not Minkoff, although I am Jewish,” the now long-haired elf said. “I am Santa Claus’s twin brother, Marvin Claus. Yeah, I know Claus doesn’t sound Jewish, but our name used to be Clausenoffenberg before we changed it. The kids used to have so much trouble with Clausenoffenberg.”
“But, Santa is a symbol of Christmas … I mean Santa does not exist … I mean … Oh my God … does this mean I have to convert?”
“Sammy, my son. The Christians high-jacked us a long, long time ago. We are just part of the Diaspora, who happen to be living at the North Pole. My brother and I are angels. We operate a factory and make toys, but we don’t fly around with reindeer and jump down chimneys. That’s the made-up part.”
By now, Marvin had reached
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