Gay Erotic Stories

'Twas a night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a keyboard was stirring, not even a mouse; The Topmen well hung, by the meatrack with care, In hopes that some good bottoms soon would be there;

The jockers were nestled all snug in their punks, While sugar-plum fairies gave head, swallowed spunks; My bottom in bed, and I in my cap, I set on the john for a long needed crap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the can to see what’s the matter. I heard some vehicle knock over the trash, So I opened the window and saw a man flash.

The hand on the breast of a new-fallen sow Gave the lustre of wet meat, I wondered just how, Then, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a fat chubby guy getting sucked by a queer,

The burly slave old driver, lively and quick, Pushed the cocksucker's head all the way on his dick. More rapid than eagles in his mouth he came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called him a name;

"Now, THRASHER! you, DANCER!, you PRANCER my DICK'S IN! Oh, COME in IT, STUPID! You DUNDER I'm BLITZEN! To the top of the porch! Got a big load to haul! Before I throw you away, sucker, swallow it all!"

As dry heaves before me I unzipped my fly, When his meat was no obstacle, mount me and fly, So up to the guest bed the top men they flew, With their balls full of cum, and a bottom queen too.

And then, in a twinkling, I looked on the roof Saw the prancing and swishing of some little poof. As I licked off my hand, and was turning around, Down the queen-fairy's throat came the stud with a bound

Masochist!

He was dressed all in leather, and covered in soot, The boot fetishists licking on each sweaty foot; An ol' virgin sissy he'd flung on its back, And he opened its ass with his dick to fudge pack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! His dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his meat popped a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up for a blow, And my cum on his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of my short-arm held loose in his teeth, The queen's lips encircled the shaft like a wreath; He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook, when he thrust, like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and pumped the queer bottom old elf, I got hard when I saw him, in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I'd have two friends in bed;

He spoke not a word, but went 'straight' to his work, And filled all the bottoms; then French-kissed a jerk, And laying his lover while picking his nose, And giving a nod, up the bunghole he rose;

He sprang to his sled, to his team gave a whistle, And away fairies flew going down on his missile. But I heard him exclaim, drove his meat out of sight, "HAPPY ORGIES TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-TIGHT one!"

Copyright & copy 2004 John Smith All rights reserved