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NOW HERE'S THE REAL STORY by B. Darrell Hill (Poppa Bear) 'Twas the night before Christmas And all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, Not even a mouse. I'm afraid that old Clement Moore didn't quite get the story right. I knew when I told it to him that he wouldn't write down the important parts. You see, the first part was right. It was on Christmas Eve, and I'm sure there wasn't any mouse in the house to stir. If there was a mouse around, then that cat's ass is gonna get my fuckin' boot. Sure, we'd decorated a little bitty tree in the front parlor. You know the kind of stuff - popcorn on a string, cookies hard as nails (the kind you'd break your fuckin' teeth on), some prissy little doll dressed up like an angel with the top of the tree shoved up her ass. On the mantel we'd put some holly branches and hung some old socks from the corners. Mine had a fuckin' hole in the toe that Ma had to mend next morning so I could wear it to church. Like Clement said, the little brats were in their bed, all five of them. I wouldn't exactly say "cuddled", it was more like bunched together, if you know what I mean. Ma and me had gotten to bed about nine. Because I'm always a horny son of a bitch, I'd plowed it to her for about an hour before I shot her a load. After that she put on that friggin' gown I've always hated. I like sleeping naked as a peach pit. Now, Clement went way off by saying that I wore a cap. No fuckin' way are you gonna get one of those sissy things on my head. I came into this world bare assed and I'll go out the same way too. (Unless I go during daytime.) We had been asleep for a while, when a noise outside the house woke me. I'm a light sleeper. Ma, she don't hear a thing because of those fuckin' cotton plugs she shoves in her ears... Anyway, because I sleep with one eye open, I hear all sorts of things at night, like the kids crying. So I'm the one that has to get up. That fuckin' woman is no dummy Now what I'd heard was horse's hooves comin' up the lane. This here lane don't go no fuckin' place except to my house, so who in shit is coming to visit? The parson ain't due till the next day for dinner. Anyhow, I crept bare assed down to the parlor. We hadn't had any snow so far that winter. The kids had been belly aching about that. They wanted sleds for Christmas and there wasn't any place for them to slide on. In fact, on that night it had been so warm that we didn't need a fire. Getting back to the horseman, I stayed in the parlor and watched him alight from his horse and walk around the house to the back door. I moved into the kitchen to see what he'd do. Now, we never locked our doors, there wasn't any need to, so he quietly opened the door and come inside. I could see he had a sack of something that he put beside the stove. I sure as shit didn't know what he was up to, so I decided I'd better take him by surprise. I jumped him from behind and grabbed him in a bear hug. "What the fuck are you doing in here?" I growled in his ear. He didn't make no fuckin' answer, but began to struggle to get away from me. How, as I mentioned before, I'm a naturally horny man, and as he wiggled his ass against my big cock, it got hard. Pretty soon he stopped trying to escape and just ground his ass ag'inst me. I eased up my hold on him and slid my hand down his belly to his crotch. Sure as shit, I had me a handful of hard cock. He hadn't said a word during all this, but I'm not much for talking myself. Especially when sex is on my mind. I gradually released my hold and turned him to face me. As I did, I planted a fuckin' kiss on his mouth. His lips parted and I slid my tongue in, fuckin' his mouth with it. He was grinding his hips against me and I could feel his hard cock straining to get out of his pants. I'm an obliging fella, particularly when there is a hard cock around, so I unbuttoned his fly and pulled out his boner. It was nice, long and fat. I started to take his coat off of him so we could get down to fuckin' business. He helped and soon had shucked all his clothes. We moved over to the kitchen table and lay down on it. We lay there for a while, first him on top of me, then me on top of him. Grinding our hard cocks together. He turned around and took my cock in his mouth suckin' like a babe on Mama's tit. Now that did feel real fuckin' good. If it felt that good for me, I decided to do the same for him. He sure had a mouth stretcher, but I managed to get his cock in my mouth and he started ramming it down my throat. It near fuckin' choked me, but I got the hang of it and we both went to town on each other's cock. From where I was, I could reach over to the stove and get the can of grease Ma keeps or cooking. I dug my fingers in and took a glob and shoved it into his asshole. First one finger, then two. He wiggled his ass and pushed back against my finger. I figgered he wanted more than my finger up there. I turned him on him on his stomach and pulled him back on the table so that his feet were on the floor and his rosy little hole was pointed at my dick. Now I know it was dark and I couldn't see that rosy hole, but I've seen enough assholes in my day to know just what it looked like. So, now I've got him greased and I start to slide my nine-incher in there with all that bacon and chicken grease. Sure did smell good. Ma always complained when I fucked her about how my cock was too big, but shit, she loved it. My tablemate wasn't making any sound, so I didn't know if he liked my rod or not. He did reach back and grab my ass to pull me all the way in. Sure as shit, this boy liked getting plowed and I'm a good fuckin' plowman. I rammed into him like the devil was pushing me. Now with Ma I can fuck for an hour without shooting my load. But here this boy's ass was so tight that he had me shooting in no time flat. I sent load after load of cum into that asshole, like I'd never cum before. As I rested on top of him, I reached under and felt his cock. It was still hard and slippery from that juice you get leaking out. He reached back and started to play with my ass, squeezing my moons. Shit, that felt good, so I pulled out of him so he could reach better. He held me and kissed me some, all the time rubbing his finger into my crack. Now he was lighting a fire back there. As he slowly shoved his finger into my asshole he was grinding his cock against my belly. I reached over and gave him some grease, which he stuck, up my hole. That finger going in and out was driving me shit crazy. Slowly he turned me around so I was lying on my back on the table, put my legs over his shoulders and pressed his dick to my hole. Little bit at a time, he slid inside. It fuckin' hurt, but I wasn't about to let him know. If he could take my pole, I could do the same for him. Besides, it was feeling kinda good after a while. He got some speed sliding that cock up my ass and he was hitting some spots in there that made me tingle. That felt fuckin' good too. Then I felt his cock pulsing and a warm feeling as he shot his load in my ass. After a while his rod went down and slid out of me. We stood with our arms around each other. I decided that it was time for me to light a candle so I could see who this feller was. By the light I could see that he was one of the deaf boys from the Home. That was why he didn't answer me. He took a note pad from his coat and wrote on it, "My name is Sam Klaus. We make toys for children down at the Home. I was going to put some under your tree." I nodded and helped him to get dressed. He picked up his sack and I took him into the parlor. Carefully, he put toys into the stockings for the kids, then turned me around so I couldn't see, while he put things in Ma's and my stocking. He took me and kissed me, then wrote on his pad, "I've got other houses to visit, so I must go. But I promise I will see you again. Merry Christmas to all." With that, he placed his finger to his lips to tell me to be quiet and slipped out the front door, got on his horse and rode off into the night. I blew out the candle and stood for a while remembering the things we did. That was the best Christmas present I'd had in a long time. So, you see what Clement did to my story? The fucker ruined it.