Christmas Eve and all alone. My grandmother had died unexpectedly that morning, and my parents had to rush off to her place about miles away. They said they were sorry a hundred times to leave me at Christmas but needed me to stay at home to take care of the farm. We lived on a farm about 8 miles from the town where I went to school. Not a working farm--just a plaything for my father, really, who is actually an investment banker. But our farm had all the accessories, including animals that needed to be taken care of. Mom and Dad were gone by noon, with lots of hugs from her. She said they would be back on the 28th and we would have Christmas then.
The man glanced at him rather frankly over his glasses, letting his gaze settle on Kevin's tight, compact little body. Kevin was lean and muscular, with a diamond-hard ass from running and biking, not quite six-pack abs, but certainly flat enough. Close-cropped dark hair and dark eyes completed the package. Kevin smiled to himself as he folded the man's purchases and placed them in a bag, then giving the man a dazzling grin as he left with his holiday treasures. The attention and interest made him hungry, made his cock stir under his slacks. But he was pretty much done with tricking for the time being. His forays into the club scene had been met with much interest, and more than a few encounters.
Bad Santa by Hector Himeros. This story contains explicit depiction about man-to-man sex. The plot and the characters are fictive.
I had come to look forward to playing Santa Claus for the local shopping mall. But this year, unlike years past, I would not be working alone. Mall management had hired a couple of college kids to assist me as my elves, which was fine by me because they were both eighteen or nineteen, and damned good looking. Really cute.