Jingle. Jingle. Jingle, All the Way!

“Jingle. Jingle. Jingle, All the Way!”

There are a lot of misconceptions around the Christmas Holiday season. I aim to clear up some of those misconceptions in this little tale. Sit back, enjoy as I unravel a few of them for you. And prepare to be surprised at the revelations. It will not be what you expect, I promise you. Hopefully, you will enjoy this non-traditional holiday story. Here goes.

-1-

Picture it. Snow is falling at an alarming rate across the landscape. The ground covered. Six or maybe seven feet of it. And the temperatures are well below the zero grade. This is the North Pole. As in…North Pole, Alaska. Out among the forest. The towering Evergreens and Elms which are blanketed with snowy clumps of frozen water. There is a log cabin. Ages old. But a feeling of tranquility surrounds it. It is a home. Puffs of white smoke waft from the gray stone chimney on the side of this humble abode. Someone is inside. A pair of well-known holiday revelers call this their home.

“Rudolph! Rudolph!” A man’s hoarse deep voice carries throughout the open interior. “It is time for you to get up. It is almost time for us to go.”

Rudolph stirs. He is hesitant to get up. The bed is warm as it is stacked high with homemade quilts. And the temperature underneath is favorable and reassuring.

“C’mon. Rudolph. You need to eat before we begin our yearly deliveries. Time is a-wastin’, Rudolph!”

Rudolph throws back the covers. He is dressed in a bright red union suit, but he is covered from neck to toe in the clothes to ward off the chill of their frosty location. (Rudolph was never the red-nosed reindeer as you have all been led to believe all these years. He is a towering ginger haired burly man of muscle with biceps barely able to be contained within his tight tee shirts. And a face full of freckles with a scruffy beard and a smile that fills his face like a rambunctious and mischievous child.)

His union suit is tented. His hard-on is making the suit extremely tight for him to wear at this early morning hour.

“Whoa, doggie!” Nick exclaims as he reaches for and grasps Rudoph’s cock and balls in this union suit and squeezes them. “He is warm! Really warm.”

Nick pulls his hand away and admires the man he loves with all his being. As he does so, he rubs his fingers through the snow-colored hairs on his bare chest and lets his fingers travel down to exposed cock, giving himself a hearty tug and pull on it. Some of his own juice escapes from his big gapping pee-hole.

There is a noticeable wet spot in front of the red union suit Rudolph is wearing too where the head of his cock is seeping his nighttime pent-up juices.

Rudolph slowly unbuttons the front of the suit, revealing the dense growth of ginger fur underneath it while he fishes for and reveals his cock from inside the red-red suit and then pulls the suit from his shoulders and lowers it to the cold wood floor. He is naked. And basking in the warmth of the room.

“You are a fucking beautiful man, Nick! I love you sitting there with your legs spread wide with that tremendous hard cock throbbing amongst that luscious white fur around it!”

Nick winks and squeezes his cock for Rudolph. More dollops of his milky cream seeps from his pee-hole.

“Beautiful! Absolutely fucking beautiful! I do love myself some warm ginger-haired cock, especially yours. Only yours.” Nick proclaims. “I love it most of all. Of all the jingly balls and cocks, I have tasted and been fucked by.”

Rudolph makes his way to the fireplace. His bulky fingers reach for the warmth radiating from it. He turns and lets his naked ass, and the hairs there bask in the heat from the flames.

“Oh! Good morning, my handsome lover.” He leans down and kisses his partner of so many years on his rosy-red lips. “I love you, Nick.”

“Ditto.” Nick replies as his hairy white haired bare tummy shakes like a bowlful of jelly in his rocking chair. “Its ho…ho…ho…oops, it is so cold outside. I dread getting dressed but duty calls.”

Nick smears the leaking juices over the head of Rudolph’s cock as he reaches once again for it. This causes Rudolph to jiggle in place because of his increased morning sensitivity.

“That feels so good.” Rudolph says.

“Well, this should feel better.” Nick says as he gulps down the ginger-haired appendage.

“It does. It feels so fucking good. Swallow my cock, lover. Take it all.” Rudolph exclaims as he forces Nick’s head further and then further down upon his cock. “Take it!”

Tufts of ginger hair intermingle with the woolly white beard that covers Nick’s chin. Along with the slobber leaking from the corners of his mouth as he bobs up and down like a new Christmas toy on Rudolph’s engorged manhood.

(I did say this was a non-traditional holiday story. How many holiday stories have sex in them?)

“Oh! Fuck! Oh! Fuck! That mouth of yours is fucking wonderful!” Rudolph says as he places his hand behind Nick’s head. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

Rudolph explodes inside Nick’s mouth. The cum spewing from the corners of his mouth. There is so much of his seed that he can barely keep it all in his mouth.

As Nick sucked on Rudolph’s tool, he was jacking his own cock in his burly fingers.

He spews his load as the cock rivetted like a jackhammer inside his mouth.

“Oh! Oh! I needed that!” Rudolph says as he gently pulls his cock from Nick’s mouth. A stream of his jizz and Nick’s slobber makes a string betwixt them.

“Oh! Oh!” Nick says as he smears the seed from his balls across his wooly furred chest. “I needed that too. It has made me battle ready.”

Rudolph leans down and once again kisses Nick on the mouth, as he tastes his own seed in his mouth.

“Have you heard from Martha?” Rudolph asks. “Has she said anything?”

“She and the girls are doing fine. They have their tree up and it is brightly decorated.” Nick replies. (Despite the accepted story of Nick and Martha Kringle. The Kringle’s divorced many years ago after Nick and Rudolph revealed they were having an adulterous affair in secret on their yearly gift distribution routes around the globe. And fighting the good fight against the little band of bandits out there who want to snatch up those precious gifts. Martha had always known that Nick had a lot of sugar in his tank. He had eaten her butter flavored sugar cookies every day of the week for decades when they were married. It was expected. But their family is fine, all tucked into their beds safe at night.) “She expects us to be there right after we are finished with our runs. She is preparing a feast for us and the girls.”

“Is everything ready for tonight?” Rudolph asks as he takes a seat next to Nick in the adjacent wicker rocking chair.

“Yes. Yes. Everything is ready. I have the bags loaded.” Nick answers. “Your morning cup of java is next to you. Drink up. Do you want some toast? Eggs? Bacon? Reindeer sausage? After that workout, I may have to eat something again to restore my protein.”

Rudolph reaches for the steaming cup of coffee letting it warmth further warm his thick fingers. “No. No. I am fine; this coffee is enough. I thought we had eaten the last of the reindeer sausage, weeks ago?”

“We had. But Dasher brought some over, yesterday morning. Him and Prancer had butchered one and their many prized does and decided to share some of it with us.”

Both burly muscled men are a swath in s sheen of exerted physicality.

“They are such a cute couple. I am glad they finally got together after all those years of hiding. It was time. But you know how that is, doncha you?” Rudolph comments. “Do we expect trouble tonight? On this most hallowed of Christmas Eves? I gathered up all you had on the list. I checked it twice. Three times. Or more. It should all be there. And loaded.”

“I do.” Nick says. “We are to always expect trouble. It is part of the job. You know that.”

“I do. I trust you my dear sweet love.” Rudolph says as he blows Nick a kiss from his chair to Nick’s chair. “I trust you around the world and back. Again. And again.”

“I love you, too. You big ole hunk of muscle.” Nick blows a kiss back to his longtime love.

They both enjoy the fire burning inside the hearth. The small oak logs pop and spark as they slowly disintegrate underneath the heat of the roaring flames. The two pairs of stockings are hung by the chimney with care as they warm on their hooks well above the touch of the flames. They are readying them for later so that they will not be cold when they slip them over their massive feet.

-2-

The door slams. And the other one soon follows as Nick and Rudolph get inside the slick red sports car.

“This is so much better than any ole sleigh, doncha think?” Nick says with boastful pride.

“Damn right!” Rudolph responds enthusiastically. “It is good that the British spy agency, MI-5, designed this car especially for us since that unfortunate mishap many years, ago, of so very long…long ago.”

“Well, Double-O-Seven did owe us.” Nick adds.

“That, he did. He was more naughty than nice, that year and he had to do something to get back on your nice list.”

They both let out a voluminous giggle of their remembrance of that incident of so long ago.

“We best get a move on.” Nick says. “You have both bags?”

“Yes. Yes, I do. The magic gift bag and the overflowing bag of special candy canes. You packed them, remember?”

Nick looks at the crowded back seat. He is overly cautious this year. Every year, really. He sees the cloth brown bags in their appointed place. And the overflowing bag of oversized candy canes behind Rudolph’s driver’s seat.

“Are they ready? The oversized candy canes?”

“Yes. They are.” Rudolph replies. “You know you can count on me. I will never let you down. You gathered them up from the workshop, didn’t you?”

“Yes. Yes, I did.”

Nick leans in to give Rudolph one of the sloppiest and wettest of tongue kisses. Their tongues fight for dominance inside their joined mouths. They both like to smooch so much it is a wonder they ever accomplish their tasks.

“Let’s get on our way, daddy.” Rudolph says as he turns on the headlights to light them on their merry way. Nick is the older of the two, the daddy in this relationship.

It is a bright red glow that emanates from the pair of headlights that shoot forward from the car hundreds of feet in front of them. As they pull out of the driveway, the wheels automatically warm and melt the snow beneath them providing a safe passage for the high-tech red slick sports car.

“You gotta admire British technology.” Nick says. “Especially British spy technology.”

This gets a hearty nod from Rudolph as he steers ahead on the unrecognizable buried snow-covered road.

“Be on the lookout now.” Rudolph says. “You know they are out there. Somewhere. Everywhere.”

“I know. I know.”

They each scan the darkened forest with its high banks of gathered snow. A sneak attack is always warranted, mostly on this special day of the year. They want to get the packages inside the magic gift bag and sell them on the black market. It is the most sought-after of the world’s treasures. The St. Nicholas’ Christmas Gift Bag.

Suddenly, there is a stirring among the trees.

“You see it?”

“I do. I do.” Nick says. “He did not wait so long this year, did he?”

“No. He did not.” Rudolph says. “Your brother Kris and his elves never ever give up. Ever.”

“You know he prefers to be called Santa Claus, now. He quit using Kris Kringle after Vlad sunk his deadly fangs into him. I hate that fanged bastard. A blight on the world, he is.”

“I know. I know. It is sad that your twin brother (Yes, Nick has a twin brother formerly named Kris.) has befallen him, it is a horrible fate for a once great Saint Nicholaus.” Rudolph adds.

“Let’s remember he is no longer, my twin brother, Kris, he is the dreaded vampiric Santa Claus with his venomous horde of elves at his every command.” Nick says.

They nod to one another. They know what must be done. The fight must commence. It will commence. As it had many times before.

Nick says. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, my love.” Rudolph whispers back to him as they mentally prepare for the battle that soon awaits them.

Rudolph stops the car. The eerie red glow from the headlights illuminates the area completely around the sleek red car.

“Get the bag! The candy canes.” Nick orders.

“Got them!”

Rudolph snatches up the bag of oversized sharpened candy canes which are falling out of the large overstuffed brown cloth bag.

They open the doors in blissed unison and come mere feet from the horde of devilish elves and the dreaded vampire Santa Claus.

-3-

“Brother!” Santa says as he sees his twin dressed in his red combat uniform for just this purpose. Battle.

“I am no longer your brother, Kris!” Nick says as he grabs a sharpened candy cane from the bag.

“My name is Santa. Now. You, Defiler! You have dressed for battle, I see.” He says with obvious anger in his voice.

“You are the Defiler! Not me! I will battle you to ends of the Earth to deliver all the packages to the good little boys and girls who have been so very nice and good throughout the year.” Nick says as he whirls the stake sharpened candy cane in a circle at his side.

“I like the naughty boys and girls!” Santa says. “They do what I want them to do. Misbehave. And get arrested.”

An elf dived toward him. And Rudolph. Nick stabs the little beast with a sharpened candy cane.

“Jingle! Jingle! Jingle, all the way! You damned motherfucker!” Nick yells as he repeatedly stabs the beastly elf in the heart with the red-and-white circular weapon of death. The elf evaporates. Its ashes drifted onto the snow created gusts of wind and dissipated into nothingness.

“You have killed one of most trusted and valued Lieutenants, Brother!” Santa screams. “You will die too. Brother!”

“I’ll kill them all!” Nick responds. “I swear to you, I will.”

The green suited clad short men with the curly toed shoes continue their rampage toward Rudolph and Nick.

“Die! Die! You horrid beast of the Demon Santa!” Rudolph yells as he stabs elf after elf with his sharpened stake candy cane. They do as the other had done. Dissipate into the wid.

“How dare you speak of me in such a manner!” Santa says as he comes charging towards Rudolph, the ginger haired muscled man.

Nick intercepts him.

“Stay back! Stay back. I warn you!” Nick waves his sharpened candy cane about in front of him. “Watch out, Rudolph!”

“Protecting your latest squeeze, I see!” Santa barks at Nick.

“I love him!”

“Of course, you do! Of course, you do!” Santa says. “Until you tire of him and trade him for a newer model. A more desirable model.”

“That’s not true!” Nick says as he swipes the sharpened candy cane towards his brother.

“You missed.” Santa says as he bears his fangs at him.

The snow on the ground has melted as the heat from their furious exchange continues between the once close brothers.

“I don’t believe him, Nick.” Rudolph shouts. “I know you love me! I do!”

Rudolph stabs the elf in from of him as others emerge from the depths of the darkness outside of the ruby red headlights.

“That suit does not suit you, Santa!” Nick says. “It should be mine. It shall be mine. I promise you.”

“Take it from me. If you dare!”

The melee between them continues. They go round and round, each is afraid to approach the other. Their bond of times past as reared its memory within them.

“Get him, Nick! Get him!” Rudolph shouts as he wages another fight against another elf, but he extinguishes it with a swipe of the sharpened red-and-white candy cane.

“It appears we are at a stalemate, Brother!” Santa says as he flares his fangs toward his red combat suited brother named Nick. “Another day. Another year. Be prepared, Brother, I will be back. I promise you!”

Santa Claus and his elves seemingly disappear into a puff of white smoke.

“What happened?” Rudolph asks as he stands perplexed with a sharpened candy cane in his right hand.

“I don’t know.” Nick says. “I just don’t know.”

“The bag. Is it still inside the car?” Rudolph asks.

The pair runs to the still running car. The doors are still open. Rudolph looks in from the drivers’ side. Nick peers in through the passenger side.

“It is here! Good!” Rudolph says. “Good!”

“We best be on our way. All those precious kids are awaiting their gifts.” Nick burst with happiness.

“Yes! Yes!”

-4-

“Hurry! Hurry!” Nicks slams Rudolph through the door of the cabin. “C’mon! C’mon! We must rush. C’mon! C’mon!”

Nick unsnaps the collar of his red battle suit. Underneath is a red compression shirt snuggling up against his muscled skin.

“Get that damn thing off!” Rudolph says as he grabs the sides of Nick’s shirt. “Get it off!”

“Do not worry ‘bout me.” Nick happily barks. “You get naked. I will.”

Each burly muscled man strips in a rush. Time is ticking away. But they want this fuck, so bad. Once naked they survey each other’s virility and potent form. And their cocks rise to the occasion.

“Beautiful! Beautiful!” Rudolph comments as he sees the very hairy Nicholas Kringle in all his bare glory standing in front of him. “My! My! What a damn fine man you are!”

“I agree. You are too!” Nick comments on his ginger hued hunk of a boyfriend. “You are too.”

“I want you to fuck me, lover!” Rudolph says joyfully and full of merriment in his deep voice.

“I have wanted too since we flew over the city of Cincinnati.” Nick says. “The short quickie blowjob you gave me at that house in Milwaukee felt so fucking good. It got me through the rest of the deliveries.”

“I know how hard that cock of yours gets when we deliver all those packages.”

“Well, I am St. Nick, after all.”

They laugh.

“You haven’t been a saint since you were a wee little boy.” Rudolph adds.

Nick gives Rudolph a wink.

“I was never a saint. Ever. Ever.”

“I know. I know.” Rudolph says. “Put that snowy haired cock into my ginger furred hole. C’mon do it. But lube it up with some spit, you would tear me in half with that Yeti monster of a cock. Lube it up, really good.”

Nick grabs a gob of spittle from his mouth and coats his engorged red monster cock with his abundance of spit.

“Shove it in! Shove it in!” Rudolph orders. “Give me all of it!”

Nick does. Which gets a howl from out of Rudolph’s mouth.

“HO! HO! HO!” Nick says. “HO! HO! HO!”

“I’ll gladly be that cock’s ho any damn day of the week, you glorious white-haired FUCKER!” Rudolph laments as he is repeatedly plugged by Nick’s rampaging erect cock into ginger haired hole.

“HO! HO! HO!” Nick says again as he plunges repeatedly into Rudolph’s tight shapely ass. His 9-inches of steely hardness jabs at the soft tenderness of Rudolph’s deep dark tunnel. It is stretched ever wider and wider by the sainted Nick’s girthy cock. “HO! HO! HO!”

“Oh fuck! You feel so fucking good! So…so…so, fucking good!”

The squishy sound of their raunchiness fills the interior of their little backwoods cabin. It echoes around the simple four-walled adobe.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Nick!” Rudolph squeals in ecstasy abandonment.

“HOOOOOOOOOOOO! HOOOOOOOOOOO!” Nick dumps his load deep into Rudolph’s pliable ass.

“Give it to me! Give it to me!” Rudolph the red-faced ginger begs.

A torrent of seed floods the deep passage of Rudolph’s backside. It seems to go on for hours before Nick finally collapses atop Rudolph.

“That felt so fucking good.” Rudolph says as Nick slowly pulls his still erect cock from his hole.

The cum dripples like a leaky faucet from his stretched ginger-haired hole.

“FUCK! I NEEDED THAT!” Nick says as his cock waves across the warm air of their solitary cabin.

Rudolph’s pale cock waves like Nick’s in their shared nakedness.

“You gonna cum, Lover?” Nick asks.

“We need to get a move on, they are expectin’ us. You see the clock?” Rudolph says.

Nick looks to their lone timepiece atop the mantle, an old grandfather clock made by Nick and Kris’ great-great grandfather in times of old.

“Fuck! Fuck!” Nick yells. “We are so late.”

(You did not think I was going to end this story without a well-placed heated fuck, did you? Of course, you did not.)

-5-

“Are you ready for this? We had one hell of a quickie fuck, but I do love that sweet cock of yours deep inside me.” Rudolph says as he and Nick stand in front of a brightly red painted door.

Nicks rubs his fingers across Rudolph’s shapely ass as he squeezes the ginger haired man’s tight muscles there while he has one last jab at him with his fingers creeping within his covered ass crack massaging his tender hole.

“Did you bring the gifts that Martha said the girls wanted?” Rudolph asks.

“Yes. I want to see my girls. I have the two dump trucks and the space pistols that Martha said the girls wanted, made especially for them by the magic gift bag.” Nick says. “You know they love you, doncha, my two beautiful girls?”

“If you say so.”

“I do.” Nick says as he kisses Rudolph on his lips while struggling to hold the wrapped bundles in his hands.

Rudolph blushes.

“My what a bright red nose you have. I only had to embarrass you to make it glow.”

The door opens.

“Come on in fellas.” It is Martha Kringle. “Girls. Your daddy is here along with your Uncle Rudolph.”

The girls come running towards the pair. The door closes.