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“Could I please have a boat, Santa?” The tiny lad cast his eyes down bashfully.
Claus' pulse raced. He wasn't sure whether he loathed the boy’s transparent avarice or his own susceptibility to it more. Clearly the youngster was was seeking to parlay his shy passivity and fair complexion (or rather the electrifying aphrodisiac effects they produced) into extra toys he didn't deserve. Claus knew he’d have to play along. Keep it jolly, he reminded himself severely.
“That depends, Jeremy...have you been a good boy this year?” Claus struggled to keep the husky tremor out of his voice as he dandled the stripling on his knee.
I'll bet you have, you dirty little whore. Claus felt his cock grow three sizes. I'll give you a christmas present all right, sonny boy, one you'll never forget: ANAL.
That Christmas morning not one but TWO beautiful new boats sat waiting for Jeremy under the tree.
Date Written: August 24, 2003
Author: Jon Matza
Average Vote: 4.75