Twas the Night before Sexmas

‘Twas the night before Sexmas, when all through the house,

Not a creature was stirring, not even a horny little mouse.

Our jockstraps were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that “Sex Daddy” soon would be there.

All of our boyfriends nestled all together, all snug in their beds,

While the visions of fairy’s, all danced in their heads.

And my blonde little boxer clad boyfriend, and I in my briefs,

Had just settled down for a hot summers sleep.

When out in the living room, there arose such a crash,

An orgy a brewing, in an all out Bash.

My dick spring to attention, to see what was the matter,

And standing in the doorway, I saw the big man, who looked a bit fatter.

He tore open his robe, and I saw that crotch, covered in a red satin jock;

There in the nightlight, shine on the bare breast of that fuzzy old bear in a pair of blue socks.

He gave off a luster, of his oil covered body, to his smooth silken jock just covering that cock.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But eight naked Chippendales, dancing to his cheer.

With a hot surfer blonde boy, leading the way, so lively and hot,

I knew in a moment it must be “Sex Daddy’s” frot.

More rapid than a horny orgy, they came in with such gusto.

Then he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

“Now! Donald, Now! David, Now! Peter, and Vincent”,

“Let’s Get On! Connor, Then on, Chuck, and join on in with, Doug and Winston;

“Start with 69 on the couch! Then rim those hot asses, so firm and so fine,

Then fuck away! Fuck away! Fuck them all!"

As the lube began flowing, and the wild orgy began, I wondered if I’d ever get mine,

They rendezvoused with each other, and mounted them all.

So all over the place the semen was flying,

With asses and mouths all full of those dicks - and Sex Daddy too, I almost was crying.

And then all our twink boyfriends, all awoke and joined in,

We let the prancing and pawing of each other begin.

Then I beat my own meat, with my head spinning around,

Down the throat of “Sex Daddy” as I slid in the crown, and my cum came bound after bound.

As he was all dressed in a jockstrap, otherwise naked from his head to his foot,

His body was covered, a nice warm tan,

With a touch of daddy fur, soft to the hand.

The bundle of twink boys was following his back,

As he looked like a peddler, just offering his snacks.

And his blue eyes they twinkled! His dimples so merry,

His ass cheeks were like roses, his pecks topped like a cherries.

My own dick was purple, just beaming with pride.

His droll little mouth was opened, as tunnel opened wide,

And the pubes of his dick were softer than silk, as he shed that fine jock with nothing to hide.

Then with the base of my dick, he held tight in his lips,

The cum building like a fountain, as I gyrated my hips.

He had a long chubby dick, with a cute little nut sack,

That shook when he laughed, like a bag full of Jelly;

It was chubby and plump, a right daddy jolly,

And I laughed when I saw him all naked, not chatty;

With a wink of his eye, and a twist of his head,

Soon led me to know, I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all those twink asses, right to the brim,

Then he’d turn'd with a jerk, as I looked back at him.

And began laying his fingers inside of my ass,

After giving him a nod, up my chimney, his dick at last slid,

My own dick sprung, back to attention, as he entered inside;

And away the sperm flew, deep down in my bowels, right down to a dribble, with pride

It seemed it was all, over so much faster than it started;

Then I heard him exclaim, as they all departed

Merry Sexmas to all, and to all, a spent night.

(I apologize!)