My pelvis instinctively arches up and I begin to rub myself against the bulge in your pants as I kiss you.My heart is beating so fast and hard in my c...hest that I feel short of breath. The room starts to spin and I tell you that I need a minute.You stop and ask me if I’m ok. It has been so long since I’ve done anything like this I say. I don’t even know if I remember how to do it right. You laugh gently and tell me it has been a while for you too. I feel the anxiety start to dissipate as you. He folded the puppet and put it back in the box. He decided to stack the boxes on the other side of the garage.As he moved each box, he opened it and examined the contents. He took his time and checked each item. There were a lot of little things he remembered, but had never missed their absence in his life. He had just stacked the seventh box when his mother came out to the garage.Shocked at the progress he had made, she said, “Wow. You’ve really been working hard.”“Hardly working is more like. “I know all the good boys, and the bad ones too.” He said winking at me. “okayyy…” I said sarcastically. “ I just need to use the restroom.” I went in to the stall, locked the door, sat down on the toilet seat and buried my head in my hands as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. Suddenly, Santa burst though the stall door staring at me with a grin. “Ok, you are weird, even for this place!” I bitched at him. “Ho Ho Ho”, he laughed reaching down and snatching me off the toilet. Many jokes and insinuations were hurled my way, my manhood was seized and twisted and pulled from every angle, my testicles were slapped and slammed between hands that I could see. I passed out and was quickly revived, only to go through the tortures again. My head was held between two strong hands and my jaws were pinched till they were forced opened. I could not see who owned the first male member to enter my mouth, but it was long thin and rock hard, it was pushed as far down my throat it.