The Secret Santa
by
Pablo
Michaels
(@pablomichaels1)
ISBN:
978-0-9943462-8-5
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Blurb:
Waking amidst a cloud
of white powder, Devon cannot believe
what he beheld, an image of his
childhood fantasy, a skimpily dressed hunk,
portraying Santa Claus. The Secret
Santa, Erik, taunts Devon with erotic
gestures in conveying Santa’s message
for Devon to be enlisted as a Secret
Santa. Devon must perform certain tasks
to prove his love and loyalty to his
lover, Peter. Continuously appearing and
vanishing in a shroud of white powder,
Erik guides Devon along his path to
attain his goal. But Erik tempts him
sexually, especially when Devon is
exercising to perfect his body for Peter on
Christmas Day. Devon attempts to tell
Peter about the mysterious Secret Santa
but receives a disbelieving response.
Through all the temptations and with
approach of the big day, how does Peter
react to the surprise Christmas Eve
party which he did not want? Does Devon
prove his love and loyalty to Peter?
Excerpt:
Devon jolted
awake
from a deep sleep. Opening his eyes,
slowly, he focused through a plume of
twinkling, white powder to a stranger
standing at the foot of the bed. He
thought he was imagining this six foot
tall man, sculpted like a Greek god. His
head was adorned with a red and white
Santa hat. His trimmed, snowy white beard
blended with the long hair cascading
down to his ivory, cropped hairy chest.
Scrutinizing him more thoroughly, he
realized he was not an apparition but
real. Devon’s penis surged into
erection, as he stared at the fluffy, red
jockstrap, accenting the large bulge
beneath. He couldn’t ignore the black
leather suspenders attached to the
waistband of the Christmas themed loin cloth
and the shiny, dark, leather boots,
stretching to his knees. He never imagined
Santa Claus would excite him as this man
did.
“Who are you?” Devon
gasped, accelerating his curiosity into
unfamiliar fantasies.
“Don’t you recognize
me, Devon?” The man bellowed a hearty
laugh.
“You look like the
Santa Claus from my childhood memories.”
Devon mumbled,
secretively.
“Have you given up on
the true spirit of Christmas?” The
Santa Claus imposter smiled and sat at
the edge of the bed next to Devon.
Devon’s right hand
brushed a few strands of his unruly hair
from his eyes. Becoming more alert, he
focused his eyes more from the previous
distorted vision. He turned to wake
Peter, but his partner was gone.
“Peter left an hour
ago.
Don’t you remember he had to work
early?”
“How do you know our
names?”
“You still don’t
believe?” The man smiled, his sparkling,
cobalt blue eyes radiating erotic
warmth.
“You can’t be the real
Santa Claus,” Devon insisted.
“Why?”
“You’re just not. For
one, you can’t be real.”
“Oh, I am real. Want to
touch?” The man extended his
muscular arm within Devon’s
reach.
Devon wrapped his two
hands around his biceps. “Okay. So you
are real. Man, are you really real. But
you are not Santa Claus.”
”Well…-no.
But I’m a
special assistant, assigned to help
him.”
“You’re one of his
elves, then?”
“No. Look at me. Do I
really look like an elf?”
“Yeah right. You can’t
be one of Santa’s elves. You’re too
big. And the size of that bulge beneath
your very revealing jockstrap would
definitely eliminate you.”
“I’m a Secret
Santa.
I was sent here to rekindle your love
and happiness.” The secret assistant
edged closer, the bulge in his pouch
becoming more pronounced.
“Did the real Santa
Claus send you to seduce me?”
“Oh; no, no,
no!
You’ve been selected to be a Secret
Santa, like me.” He shimmied next to
Devon, until there was physical contact
between them. “I’ll teach you how to
become a Secret Santa. I’ll reignite the
fire of your passion with an
exceptional power found in a special
recipe from the North Pole’s almighty
vault. Ultimately, Peter’s happiness
will be restored.” He stooped, rubbing his
broad shoulders against Devon’s chest.
He looked up at Devon and smiled.
“I’m getting aroused?
This shouldn’t be happening, if you
were sent by the real
Santa.”
“I’m only testing you,
and your love for Peter. And to
evaluate your qualifications.” He set
his hand on Devon’s thigh, massaging it,
firmly.
“A test? This is the
worst temptation I’ve had in years.
What’s your
name?”
“It will get easier,”
he spoke softly, continuing to grope
his leg. “I’m Erik, of Nordic
descent.”
“Is sex before dinner with Little Old St. Nick the true
meaning of Christmas?”
Blurb:
Jonathan and Prescott have a fairy tale
relationship until one year when they
hit rock bottom. A last ditch effort by
Prescott to decorate for the holidays
accompanied by their next door older
neighbor’s kinky gifts and a Christmas
dinner. Jacob has the appearance of a
little old ST. Nick. His efforts help
Jonathan and Prescott resolve their
problems. Years later Jonathan has the same
opportunity to help their neighbors by
playing the role of Little Old St. Nick.
Does sex before Christmas dinner play an
important part of Christmas to Little
Old St.
Nick?
Excerpt:
Jonathan and Prescott lived a fairy tale
romance, especially
during the holiday season. They loved
each other with devotion, never
expressing jealousy. They were both very
handsome men and took pride in their
grooming, never to allow sloppiness to
enter their lifestyle. Every year, they
celebrated Christmas and the holidays
with unusual and exotic
festivities.
Jonathan studied the display of twinkling,
multi-colored lights he had strung on
the on the Christmas tree. Looks good.
But lacks something. Ah, yes, the
ornaments, of course. I’m so glad we
collected our ornaments from all over
the world. They’re our memories of our
fabulous trips. I can remember where we
got that hand-blown glass one. Let me
look for it. It was from Germany. The
colors in it are so beautiful. It is so
amazing how the lights dazzle you as
they reflect through it. He unwrapped the
ornaments, carefully setting them aside
to hang, momentarily. Here it is. He hung
the ornament and watched the lights
filter through the various hues of
glass. Ah, yes. Just
as I remembered it. He continued to hang the
ornaments on the
tree.
Upon finishing the
decorating, Jonathan sat in
the windowsill, inspecting the tree for
any empty spaces. He found the tree
adequately filled with enough ornaments.
He turned and watched the snow fall on
the tall spruce tree in the front yard.
It had cloaked the tree, the lights he
had strung almost disappearing. Our yard
looks so nice, the tree lit up and the
eaves of the roof sparkling brightly
with all the colors. It will be so nice to
have all our friends and family here for
the party. Everyone seems to enjoy it.
I am so glad that the food we collected
for the needy will help out this year. Times
have been rough and people need food,
especially on Christmas. I hope Prescott
likes the presents I give him this year.
It wasn’t easy finding things
original. I think he will be so hot in
that see through jock strap. He has such
a nice dick. The way tapers to a big
bulging crown when it’s hard. I love our
sexual romp in bed while the prime rib
cooks for Christmas Day dinner. I love
the holidays. It’s so
festive.
He watched a UPS truck
pull up. The man jumped
out with a bundle of packages for their
neighbor across the street, Jacob. Our
Little Old St. Nick has been remembered.
I wonder who started calling him that.
Prescott or me? But he does look like
Santa. His little pot belly, that snow
white hair and beard. Even his eyes
sparkle when he laughs. He’s such a dirty
old man, though. I love his stories with
Rosa. He tells us everything that goes
on with her. Even their sexual escapades.
He’s funny. He has certainly enjoyed
our Christmas dinners. I hope we have
his strong sexual drive when we’re his age.
He made us laugh that time he gave us a
box of condoms. He brings us mistletoe
each year and begs to watch us kiss. I
suppose that is why we call him Little
Old St. Nick. The
UPS man drove his truck down the street. Jonathan
continued to watch the snow pile up
again on the street, remembering their
Christmas morning event. First, we open
our stockings. Then, we rush to the
Community Center and feed a hot meal to
the homeless for the annual Christmas
Feast. We donate coats and
sweaters. We’re not quite as guilty for having
prime rib and spending money on lavish
gifts for ourselves.
But it was not always a
season of joy and
harmony. Back in the first years of
their relationship, they did not have it so
good. Jonathan was unemployed. They
lived each day on a dwindling budget; they
barely had enough food for Christmas Day
dinner.
The Christmas Card
Blurb:
Billie hands his partner, Glenn, his
Christmas card, a picture of them in scant underwear taken
years before when their bodies were younger. Billie requests they undress
and get into the same underwear, depicted on the cover of the card for a night of
frolic. When the Christmas carols begin to play on the stereo, Glenn is
surprised by the four bartenders from the new bar, My Man cave, holding large
Christmas ornaments in front of their naked bodies to assist in decorating for Christmas.
The a little later, there is a knock at the dining room door. The salesman from
the Christmas tree lot delivers their tree without any clothes. Finally, their
hunky neighbor arrives in a Santa suit to help celebrate in the festivities.
Can Glenn hold out for the final celebration in bed with
Billie?
Excerpt:
“Open this and you’ll find out how I’m
trying to be good this year.” Billie handed Glenn an
envelope.
Glenn opened a Christmas card. “Oh, no. This
is the picture of our first Christmas together. You
were really devious that year. ” But he was still suspicious of Billie’s
intentions. “Where’d you find this picture?”
“Never mind. Why don’t you give me a kiss?
Just like you did under that mistletoe in the
picture?”
“You have to wear some underwear like you
did that day."
“That’s a definite possibility when we get
home. But only if you wear a red
jockstrap.”
Glenn ignored his comment, studying the
cover of the card more carefully, while Billie paid the
waiter.
On the drive home from the restaurant, Glenn
reminisced over the first Christmas they had spent
together fifteen years ago. Billie had hung mistletoe from a eucalyptus tree limb in
the backyard of the house. He knew Billie had saved those Santa hats. They
took pictures of each other, grasping a
branch that suspended horizontally,
dressed in only red Santa hats and festive underwear, Glenn in his red jockstrap
and Billie in thin, red silky briefs. Of course, that was many years before when
they were much younger, very much in love, and willing to do almost anything
sexually bold.
“I suppose you hung mistletoe from a tree in
our backyard?”
“No, but there is some hanging above the
steps in the dining room. We can take pictures again for our
Christmas cards next year.” Billie parked the car in front of their
house.
“I don’t think so. Not at our age. I don’t
think our friends would be thrilled by me in a
jockstrap.”
“You’d be surprised. You’re still very
sexy.”
They walked into the house, everything was
festive inside, except the tree which had yet to be
decorated.
"How much did you have to beg or do for
whoever helped you for your Christmas gift?" Glenn
opened the card again. He remembered the chill of the cold December air
rushing around and through him, especially since he had been dressed only in his
seasonal, red and white jockstrap that first Christmas. "I’m getting cold just
thinking of that first Christmas."
"Not a thing, when I said it was for
you. Don't you think I'd be sizzling hot in a pair of
underwear you like so much?" Billie bragged about the low-cut red briefs he
had worn that year, purposely to taunt him. Glenn preferred the satin-smooth
nylon fabric. The thin silk-like fabric aroused him. He liked to feel
Billie’s dick hardening through the flimsy underwear. "Yes, you would look
enticing. I don’t believe your gift didn’t cost anything.”
“I’ll be right back.” Billie interrupted
him, escaping from Glenn’s inquisition, rushing to their
bedroom. He quickly shed all his clothes and pulled out a pair of red boy shorts
from the drawer in the dresser. The material was thin and soft to the touch.
I know he’ll like these. He slipped them on and put on the familiar Santa
hat. He pulled out a red jockstrap for Glenn and placed it on the bed next to
the other Santa hat. As he entered the living room, Billie
flaunted his attire.
About the
Author:
Pablo Michaels
disguised himself as a shy, friendly
heterosexual during his adolescence, fantasizing other males. Falling in love
with another man his first year in college, he followed him to another
university to maintain their platonic love, while he continued in his in studies.
When he had his first sexual encounter with another man, just before turning
twenty-one, he exploded into gay life with lust and anger. He attempted to
live his new life naturally, seeking love, ignoring the statistics of the books he
read on homosexuality in high school, and proving what he had read was
wrong. He wrote poetry and stories since third grade. When he
turned twenty-one, he moved to San Francisco to work and write, experiencing more of
gay life. In the 1980's he wrote every chance he had, trying and failing
miserably at publishing mainstream fiction. He published his first story in 1986 in
a literary magazine. After writing plays, short stories, poetry, and two novels,
he began writing gay genre stories, since he had more knowledge and
experience with gay lifestyle. Trying to publish, he went to a library seminar
hosted by two published authors. Inspired by the gay writer, Scott Kemble he
connected with him on the internet site for The San Francisco Bay Area Literary Arts
Newsletter and Review, which published
four of Pablo's short
stories. Feverously writing since 2004, he published his first
e-book, “Pagan Knights of Cambria“ with Life of Riley Productions in London. Soon a
mainstream story, "When Johnny Comes Marching Home Again Hooray",
published also. In 2012 Pablo self-published his first novel,
"Catnip, Rosemary, Rage and Time", combining mystery and humor in a gay,
erotic romance. He continues to write more episodes in his next novel, The
Deer in the Forest The plot spreads over several decades, about a man's attempts
to adapt to the world he lives, all with love, heartache, history and
survival at no cost. His latest article, Why Gay Men Retire to Palm Springs, was just
published in the very popular SimplySxy.com online magazine. You can
read the insightful article here. http://simplysxy.com/articles/
Pablo retired from
gardening and landscaping to devote his energy to
write fiction. As a gay man he wishes to promote his writing in the fictional,
gay genre to help others understand the necessity for equal rights for LGBT
people and comprehend that love between a man and a man, people of the same sex,
is as natural as love between a man and a woman. Throughout his lifetime he
has experienced the long battle of achieving acceptance. He has searched
for a committed relationship with another man. He has loved his partner for
eighteen years. They were married legally in front of Harvey Milk's bust in the rotunda
of San Francisco City Hall by a judge, in 2008. Although their marriage
remained legal after the passage of Proposition 8, they continued to work to
repeal DOMA and Prop. 8. Throughout his life he has attempted to live and
practice peace as a process for
living. His book, Blood, Sweat and Black Leather, a gay paranormal
romance, was published by Yellow Silk Dreams in January 2015. His Latest book,
Affairs of Men’s Hearts, published in May 2015 by Yellow Silk Dreams is an
anthology of four stories connected by the themes of gay men seeking love with
another man, from wishful thinking male to male romances to gay
marriage.
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