Christmas In July

I’m just a simple guy who grew up in a family that switched from raising cattle to raising Christmas Trees. All my youth my family got real big into the Christmas Spirit. My maternal grandmother always decorated the entire house on Thanksgiving Day as we’d watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade and that evening the entire family would gather for dinner at either of the sets of grandparents. My paternal grandparents would decorate the first of December, papa with his silver tree and monster blue and white bulbs inside and out. As a teenager and young adult I’d convince my folks into allowing me to do fireworks in the Colonial Virginia tradition as our family had been among the Jamestown settlers and help build our great nation. Ahh the innocence of youth.

As the entire family were members of the local volunteer fire/ems things could suddenly get put on hold when a call came through. The week of Thanksgiving the department would help the town by putting the decorations up and down Main Street and even the monster Blue Spruce on the old courthouse lawn before they cut it down after a bad ice storm. The first Saturday of December the department would hold its annual Christmas Dinner for all the firemen and families and the kids would anxiously await the arrival of Santa on the back of the old 1931 fire truck. As the years rolled by I think half the guys on the department ended up as Santa at some point. I usually got out of that as I was in the Sparky outfit helping Santa hand out presents, I got to hand out the gag gifts to the firemen and ladies auxiliary.

As the years progressed at the tree farm we would spend 10 months out of the year tending the trees, mowing, spraying to protect them for harmful insects in spring. Summer was sheering season when it was 90+ outside and sweat pouring from every pore. The fall we’d continue spraying to prevent any bugs from being around when they were harvested and from entering people’s homes. Around early November we’d begin the harvest depending on the need of our customers who were wholesale produce haulers that delivered the trees all over. Once the harvest ended around mid December we’d take a few weeks off before cleanup in the fields and then Spring planting would begin and the routine all over.

As tasking as this was for us we all enjoyed it knowing our trees would bring some city dweller a fresh live tree as they seldom if ever got to see one in its natural environment. That is until both of my paternal grandparents had passed away, then a few years later my maternal grandmother who always brought the spirit of the season to life more than anyone I knew. After her passing my passion for the season began to dwindle. My young niece and nephews began to get older and the joys of the fireworks launching in the cold of night (even the occasional snow storm didn’t stop me) seemed to dwindle and my disgust with the ever increasing greed of retailers and families hell bent to out do each other on who could give the most gifts in quantity and costs made me sick.

By the time I was thirty even the joys of raising the trees had began to dwindle and we finally talked dad into the fact it was time to begin retiring the farm as the demand for live Christmas Trees was also dwindling as many municipalities were issuing ordinances prohibiting the use of live trees due to safety concerns. Needless to say the former Santa’s helper turned into a combination of Ebenezer Scrooge and The Grinch, that is till I met Mark.

Mark was ten years my junior when we met, he was 25 and I was 35. He was six foot two, dark hair, green eyes and a smile that could melt the most stone chiseled scowl. His chest was smooth and well chiseled with a small patch of light fur running a pinky width down to his fuzzy tummy. He always wore skin tight shirts and snug fitting pants or shorts that left nothing to the imagination hugging his eight and a half inches and bubble butt.

When we met it was late fall and were introduced by a mutual friend. Mark worked in the entertainment industry and I was drug along to a show that he was in. I was mesmerized by his performance and as a result my friends introduced us and although we didn’t start dating we did keep in touch. As I was working in the retail industry at the time the holidays hit early and my schedule kept me from talking to him much and I think the picked up on My revulsion of the greed and hipe as people had forgotten all about the meaning of the season. Mark seemed to understand all too well himself as his family was Jewish.

We finally began dating after the first of the year and really hit it off well. We would eventually start doing almost everything together and even agreed to a meet the parents, well his anyway as mine are too homophobic to even consider me a part of the family since I came out after my grandmother’s passing.

My birthday was approaching which is close to the end of July. We decided since I had vacation time that we would head to the mountains for camping. Mark chose to surprise me and picked me up from work where we would head directly to the gay campground we enjoyed. At “The Ranch” there was everything from primitive tent sites (what we like to do) to cabins, a bunkhouse and guest rooms along with spots for camper and the long term seasonal RV spots. There was the pool with a swim up bar out in the middle, two hot tubs, steam room, dry sauna, massage therapist, camp store and recreation hall, dance hall with full service bar. Then there was the “Barn”.

The Ranch had originally been a working cattle farm dating back to the 1850’s and had seen tragedy according to folklore. Sometime during the War Between the States Yankee troops were foraging the area and the farmer confronted them as they were stealing his last milk cow and they shot him in the back killing him leaving two small children. Then after the war the older boy shoved the little sister out the open door of the upper barn loft killing her. The widow out of grief killed the boy before taking her own life. Although the old barn was the only building still standing it had been converted into a play area with different environments, a dungeon in the lower cellar, bondage on the main floor and the upper loft as a “dark room”. From time to time apparitions would be seen around the barn giving it that eerie feel at night.

Mark and I arrived at The Ranch later Friday afternoon where I discovered that instead of our usual tent site he had changed the reservation to a plush guest room for my birthday. Unknown to me this wasn’t the the only surprise he had in store for me. It turned out the weekend theme was Christmas in July and the 25th was on Saturday.

Everywhere we saw Christmas decorations throughout the camp as The Ranch often gave out prizes for special weekend events including best themed campsite. Some of the seasonal guys had their RV’s decked to the nines including a few with string lights synchronized to holiday music. It was fun even though Mr Scrooge was in town, yet camping always seemed to soften me up in someways and hornier than usual in other ways. Mark and I didn’t hesitate to look and drool over the hot bodies running around naked, however we only played together when we wanted a bit of spice to keep things interesting in our relationship.

Friday night at the dance hall an announcement was made that a very special Christmas show and pageant was going to be held with a special surprise ending and everyone needed to be there. The pageant part had been a regular thing for special event weekends so that wasn’t a surprise. Anyone wishing to participate in the pageant was told three parts. Best Santa’s helper, best Toy, and best reindeer. I just looked at Mark and stated “this could get very interesting quick tomorrow night, should we join in? After all we won 2nd place last year for Halloween when we dressed as Smurfs.” Mark just shrugged and we went back to our drinks.

As things wound down in the dance hall we went back to our room and changed into our leather gear and strolled down to the barn. I wanted to get Mark into the mood to make me his bitch that night and let the others watch him put me in the Saint Andrews X and plow me hard in the stockade and sling. Heck I was soo horny by that point I was willing to let him share me if he desired.

We reached the barn and found it packed with hot and horny men everywhere. In one corner of the bondage area guys were skull fucking several guys on their knees while being pounded from behind. In another the sling had guys lined up waiting to plow a hot twink that was blindfolded laying there with cum dripping from his ass while his playmate stood watch. The opposite corner the St Andrew’s X was the scene of a muscle stud wearing a black hood being flogged. Downstairs in the dungeon area several guys were chained up with their cocks and balls bound and straining for release as the dungeon masters slowly tortured them in various ways.

We went back upstairs to the bondage floor and found the padded bench was free. As Mark took me by my harness he led me to it and bound me with my head down and my arms and hands secured by the straps. He then went to work strapping my feet so that my ass was in the air and at the perfect height for easy access. He left my jockstrap on and went to town eating my ass with a vengeance. “Oh gawd Mark yes that feels amazing, please don’t stop,” I cried out as his tongue drive deeper and deeper.

Mark continued exploring my hungry ass as his hands reached up underneath me and teased my straining cock in the jockstrap making me ooze precum by the bucket it seemed. By this time several guys had gathered around us with their cocks out stroking as they watched. This turned us both on even more as they were longing to join us. Most of the guys we knew well enough and had played with before at camp. Mark then pulled out his eight inch hog and slowly began to fuck me making me moan with intense pleasure as he knew I could do nothing but take it.

The next thing I knew I had a nice thick seven incher being fed into my throat, I couldn’t see the face but I recognized the lucky charm tattoos like bookends for his trimmed pubes. As lucky charm feed me Mark increased his rhythm forcing deeper and deeper, resulting in me taking Lucky further down my throat hitting my gag reflex with each thrust. The others stood around stroking their cocks watching the show. Just before Mark blew his load, Lucky blasted a hot load deep down my throat as i struggled to swallow every drop. As his cries of ecstasy joined those of others in the room I could feel Mark’s cock swelling ready to blast off unleashing a torrent of warm seed up my ass, a feeling I would enjoy forever. At the same time the others watching us began shooting all over my face showering me in warm cream.

Mark released me from my bondage led me to the stockade next where he secured me once again. As my legs were fairly numb from the intensity of the bench, I was a bit weak in the knees. However this didn’t stop him from giving me another ass eating tasting his own cum before giving me another intense pounding as others stood and stroked to the scene. This time as I felt his massive hose swell he stopped and took me and forcefully slide me in the sling securing me like the pro he was.

Mark’s well rehearsed movements ensured a scene that could rival the best porn flicks. Again his tongue worked it’s magic on my ass as he pulled my cock out of the Jockstrap pouch and as his fingers worked my hole his tongue nearly made me cum instantly in his throat. However he could sense I was close and kept me from blowing my load. Again Lucky Charm appeared above my face as he stroked dripping his precum onto my face mixing with the cum from the others earlier as he watched Mark take to plowing me harder than before as I swung back and forth to the sound of the chains rattling. Lucky leaned in and sucked my nipples as his shaft teased my lips causing me to lick it as best I could. Before long he was blasting another hot load as I tried to lick every drop as it mixed with the loads of two other dudes that couldn’t last any longer as Mark blew his precious seed deep inside me till my ass dropped with his cum.

After a few moments we regained ourselves and left the barn, my ass still dripping as Mark licked my face and neck clean of the cum shower I had received. We had brought our shower bags with us as many guys often did and went straight to the shower and cleaned up. After some shower fun where i rimmed Mark good and sucked him off for a third load, we deposited our gear in our room and gravitated to the hot tubs to relax. There several guys were talking about tomorrow’s show and pageant and what they planned on doing for it.

The next day arrived (the 25th) and it was business as usual, pool, hiking, socializing, etc. However late in the day Mark excused himself as I took a nap. I didn’t mind and figured he was going back to the pool. Later that evening we stepped into the camp store as we wanted to pick up a few snacks and check out any new toys and clothing they had gotten in. The clerk asked if we were participating in the pageant and I said no. However he looked at Mark and grinned. I looked to see Mark with a cat that ate the canary look.

Night fell and the evening activities began as the dance hall began to fill up with guys all decked out for the pageant. At ten o’clock the DJ announced the show was starting. The first category was the Best Toy. Several guys appeared on stage dressed as toy soldiers, baby dolls, teddy bears, and etc. the winner was a hot young twink scantily clad in a toy soldier - less uniform and only a jock strap, red vest, soldiers cap and toy musket. After he was awarded his prize he vanished behind stage, then came the Santa’s Helper. Once again several guys dressed Elves appeared and all wearing sexy outfits, again the winner disappeared behind stage. The reindeer contest began and a good dozen guys appeared, wearing very little other than some antler headpieces, and more than one with a red nose. The winner and runner up also vanished behind stage. The entire show Mark was now where to be seen which made me uneasy wondering what he was up to.

As the MC finished up his spill the music switched to a upbeat tune and the MC broke in “Gentlemen, Gentlemen Guess what we just spotted outside!” As everyone started cat calling about Santa the MC replied “you guessed it and that’s not all! Santa asked for Scott Keith to step up.” Needless to say I was taken aback with this and slowly worked my way to the stage. “Scott, Santa said you’ve been a very good boy this year and that tomorrow was you birthday and he has a very special prize for you. Now close your eyes, no peeking!”

I embarrassingly did so as the DJ pulled up “Santa Clause is Coming to Town”. Next thing I hear slowly bells and “Ho Ho Ho” and a whip snapping. I open my eyes to find Mark in the Sexiest Santa outfit ever; a Santa cap with red velvet jockstrap and matching harness all trimmed in white fur. He is being pulled on a sleigh by the two sexy reindeer with the Santa’s Helper leading them, all dressed in red and green harnesses and matching g-strings. Suddenly “Happy Birthday” erupted as I was stripped down by the Santa’s helpers and crowned Mr Clause 2018. At that instant Mark took me by the hand and dropped to his knee as he pulled a tiny box from his jockstrap. Opening it up he said “Scott you mean the world to me and these past few years together I felt this would be the perfect way to melt Scrooge’s Heart of Stone. Will you marry me?” Instantly my heart double in size as tears rolled down my cheeks as I said “Yes! yes! yes! Mark I’ll marry you!” Turning to the cheering crowd “And everyone of you wonderful guys are invited”

Yes instead of going to the barn again, we retired to our room. I took Mark in my arms kissing him a renewed passion as I caressed his sweet body all over. “I’m yours now and forever baby. Your wish is my command Scott.” As I slowly worked my way down his neck his moans made me hornier and hornier. As I began nipping his hard nipples his hands caressed and teased my own nipples make my cock throb. I worked his velvet jockstrap down with my bare teeth as my fingers played with his bubble butt and began licking the length of his throbbing pole. “Please fuck me Scott, I want you inside me tonite!”

I slowly turned him around and bent him forward slightly as I dove in nibbling his sweet buns as the straps from the jockstrap framed his beautiful ass, working my way to his winking rosebud. As I drove my tongue in and out in an intricate dance his moans of pleasure grew to pleads for more. After what seemed and eternity I rose and spit lubed my cock as I slowly inserted it. Making Mark beg for more and more till I was full in. Slowly pumping in and out withdrawing each time till the head was barely inside I’d slam it deep and hard as his pleasure grew as did mine. I kept up the rhythm till I was close and flipped him over onto the bed and pulled his legs over my shoulders I leaned in kissing him as my cock continued to grind away.

We changed positions for comfort several times as I continued plowing not just my boyfriend but now as my fiancée. Finally I had him on his back one last time with his knees and legs pinned agains this sexy chest. Suddenly without even touching his throbbing cock he began shooting thick ropes of cum that splatters his chest, face and even the wall beside the bed. This pushed me over the edge as I filled his sweet warm hole with a massive load. Not pulling out I collapsed on top of him keeping his legs pinned as I licked his sweet cum from his sweaty body and sweet angelic face.

When we got home the next day I found a fresh Christmas tree already decorated in the house. As I examined it I suddenly realized the decorations were those my grandparents had used when I was a kid. A note was attached “Happy Birthday from mom and dad. We hope you’ll finally bring Mark home to meet us. This was his idea and we agreed thinking what a wonderful way to celebrate your new life together”