Debonair

Sex Candy

A Christmas tale

Chapter 1

The gelatinous five-prong star glows bright green in the palm of his hand. Not from the dimming rays of the setting sun. The little star actually sparkles on its own, much like a nugget of jade or the fluorescent necklaces you can purchase at a theme park.

A grin of satisfaction appears on the youngster's lips. He has seen the gummy treat once at school. The legend is that this special candy can make you grow up faster. Now, Cody is inclined to believe those stories since, for a while, he has been secretly yearning for more muscles on his measly frame in order to stand up to the mean school bullies or his big brother. It was also said that the special candy could make your peter double in size. An undeniable bonus.

Cody starts to pedal, eager to get home, eat it and discover for himself the peculiar potential of the rare confection.

Looking at him passing by on his bicycle, you would think that he is a virtuous ten-year-old boy. Just a precious brown-haired, mousy-faced kid whose life is dedicated to videogames and Disney movies. Most folks make this mistake.

The truth is that he's a child of modern age, mature beyond his years. He will not turn eleven for six months, but he is already showing signs of looming adolescence. Compulsive wanking, for one thing. Of course, sharing a room with a horny eighteen-year-old teenager will take its toll on your innocence.

Every night the little boy witnesses in the darkened bedroom how his big brother Brandon jerks off. The latter certainly has no shame about it. He lowers his boxers down to his knees and wraps his fist around the big monster. His hand goes up and down, faster and faster. His muffled grunts echo in Cody's ears as he pretends to sleep. The little voyeur is always astounded by how much white juice his brother's hairy balls contain. Numerous ribbons of the thick substance spurts out of his penis, landing all over his chiselled chest.

Cody hits the breaks and fishes out the piece of candy in the pocket of his jogging pants. Temptation has been gnawing at his will for the last mile. He cannot wait anymore. He puts the jellied morsel in his mouth and chews on it. It disintegrates between his teeth, bursting with flavours of lime, going down in his tummy like regular candy.

He remains still, listening to his body for any indication that the dose is kicking in, pondering what is suppose to occur. Perhaps a dizzying buzz similar to when he had tried pot for the first time?

But nothing is happening.

"Fuck that." He bitches under his breath, pedaling again with the weight of deceit heavy on his mind.

When he rolls across the train tracks, a grumble originates from the pit of his stomach. His limbs begin to quiver. What seems like a sugar rush initially, quickly mutates into something else. The child can tell that something is awry. "Oh shit," he whispers, sensing an odd fluctuation overtaking him from the inside. Without warning, a full hard-on pops instantly between his thighs, tenting the front of his gray jogging pants.

"Oh shit! Oh shit!"

He speeds up, suddenly compelled by a different motivation. His BMX jets on the asphalt. The house comes into view. He breathes a sigh of content.

Throwing his ride on the lawn, the distressed boy dashes to the front entrance. A squeaky groan of discouragement escapes his throat as he fumbles with the key that will open the lock.

Upon opening the door, he crashes to the floor, happy that no one is there to behold his pale sickly complexion. The ceiling is spinning. There is only one priority.

With shaking hands, he slides his cotton pants and underoos to his ankles. His penis is straight as a peg of wood. The foreskin has retracted completely. Below his childish erection, his testicles are hard like two super balls. The first contact of his fingers to his hairless package has him chanting melodic cries of joy. Immediately, he begins pumping his dick, making the pleasure mount, digging the heels of his sneakers in the carpet.

"OHHH SHIT!!! OHH FUUUUCKKK! OOOOOOOUU!" He hollers, on the verge of bawling.

This is unlike anything Cody's precocious hormones have provoked before. He shuts his eyes, ablaze in a realm of sexual inferno. With every rub under his glans, he coos and moans, cultivating a good kiddie cum. In the midst of the turmoil, a moment of panic sets in. His brain speculates on the dangerous nature of the candy. This is obviously powerful stuff. Made of ingredients that render you horny as hell? Are there other side effects?

His focus returns to his little dick. The urge is overwhelming. He beats his weenie harder with the specific goal of delivering himself from the grapple of his lust. Everything but his penis goes numb the more he drifts into a blissful daze.

Wanking with frantic devotion, he attempts to harness the storm, his face a mess of adorable grimaces and his whole body twitching from muscle spasms.

When the lashes of ecstasy finally whip at his body, his buttocks tense up and he bounces on the floor. Shrill screams soar from his throat whenever the peaks of his climax freeze his body. He holds on to his pulsating little pod, enjoying the eruptions of his orgasm, riding the wave, each new jolt sending him to nirvana.

Standing in front of the mirror the next day, Cody studies his naked self. He cannot detect any difference to his skinny body. No matter how closely he scrutinizes himself, there is no noticeable change. The metamorphosis is not proceeding. His penis still has a snail-like appearance. Flexing his muscles summons a pitiful bump on his bony arms.

The reflection of the mirror does not lie. He is very much a child. His mane of unkempt brown hair cascades down the sides of his noggin, framing his smooth baby face dusted with faint freckles. Isn't he supposed to be taller? And have fuzzy hair on his upper lip? Obviously more of the candy is required for the magic to happen, he figures.

And so, Cody goes to the house of the man who's given him the special candy. He rings the doorbell and waits, fidgeting in his dirty running shoes. The Candyman answers the door and smiles at him. He is a tall fella, dark-haired and handsome like the actors on TV.

"Hello, Mister." The little boy peeps politely.

"Oh, you can call me Jim!" The Candyman asserts. "It sure is nice to see you back so soon. Come on in."

"I-I-I wanted to 3;" Cody stammers in the hallway, suddenly realizing he has entered the house of a stranger, something his mother had forbade him to do repeatedly in the past. " 3;to know if you have more candy?"

"Oh, I see." Jim says. "It is a precious commodity. Magical elves make that stuff. Did you know that?"

"No." Cody replies, his eyes aglow with awe.

"I cannot just give it away like that all the time. You really have to want it bad. It's only made for naughty boys. Are you a naughty boy?"

Cody is taken aback by the turn of the conversation. He looks at his feet coyly, trying to come up with a respectable answer. A creepy vibe emanates from the tall figure, sending chills up his spine. "I can be naughty." He cries out.

"I'm sure you can. That's what the magical elves really crave. Remember that time you and Brandon did naughty things?"

"Uh?" Cody mutters. But in the back of his mind he knows exactly what the Candyman is hinting to. A flash of lucidity captures his attention.

"Hey, how do you know my brother's name?"

"The magical elves told me." The Candyman whispers. "They can read your mind. They know what you did with Brandon that night when your mommy and daddy weren't home. That was very naughty. You were drunk, uh?"

The memory of that evening reddens the little boy's cheeks. His souvenirs are fuzzy since he was seven then, but he can recall that Brandon had brought home a porno movie and a bottle of vodka. After they had downed nearly all of the alcohol and viewed the nasty images for half an hour, Brandon was horny. He had pulled his pants down and started to wank. It was the first time that Cody had seen his brother's cock in the light. The beefy teenage pipe curved up from his groin under a patch of wiry hair. He was jealous of the virile appendage.

Giddy and intoxicated, he had aped his big bro, dropped his shorts and tugged on his little pecker. The next moment, Brandon was on him, sucking his hard titties, making him giggle uncontrollably. The delightful romp compensated for years of tormenting from the part of his older sibling, especially when he went down to his crotch and gobbled up his wrinkled scrotum to suckle his nuts.

They got naked quickly after that, except for their white socks. Then Cody spread his thighs, offering his small boner to the hungry lips. Brandon sucked his stiff pricklet again and again for long minutes, until it became red like a hicky. Cody harpooned him in the mouth with it, moaning and wailing high-pitched cries of bliss. Fortunately, the knowledgeable teen perceived there was something he would appreciate even more.

His hands slipped under Cody's knees and pushed his short legs against the back cushion. His tongue dove into his puckered anus. Cody shivered from the assaults of the spongy dart, plunging into him and squirming there so deliciously, enough that he came, obtaining his first climax strictly out of the pleasure of having his bumhole rimmed.

To reward his brother for his expert tonguing, he leaned over in Brandon's lap, wrapped his fist around the base of his throbbing organ. The prickly pubes tickled his hand. He eyed the pink wetness of the pee-hole atop the purple head and gently licked the humid indentation. Brandon cried like a wounded puppy. The reaction fuelled Cody's eagerness to please.

The teenager's massive eight-inch [20 cm] cock could absolutely not fit in his mouth but he engulfed as much as he could and bobbed up and down, unaware of really what to do, siphoning the pole clumsily. Within a couple of minutes, it shuddered and blasted its sauce on his forehead. Cody laughed. The hot semen was oozing down unto his pointy nose.

"So are you gonna be naughty again with Brandon?" The Candyman asks, waking the child from his impromptu reverie.

"Uh?"

"If you are very naughty with your big brother, than you will get some more candy. That's how it works. It's up to you. Here's another piece for now but you have to promise to be very naughty. Okay?"

"Ok. Thank you!" Cody retorts, carefully taking the glowing star as if it is a gem.

The bedroom the brothers share is located over the garage. It is a private lair. Their mother comes by once a week to pick up the discarded clothes on the carpet, empty pizza boxes, toys and skateboards. Brandon likes the joint. It is isolated from the house and has its own bathroom. He has decreed a set of rules for his little brother. When the hyperactive imp doesn't follow them, he punches him and wrestles him to the ground, because isn't that what all big brothers do? Make sure that the lives of younger siblings are more miserable than their own.

Cody's calls for help cannot be heard in the house when Brandon attacks him. The confrontations never deteriorate any further than playful ruffhousing anyway.

Because of the age difference, coexistence between the brothers has always been perilous. The little one was a 'Happy accident' their folks said. At first, Brandon did not react well to the invasion of his space by the baby. With time he has learned to deal with it. Now that he is eighteen, the presence of a child in his room is troubling. Ever since that night when he had sexual contacts with the boy, the tyranny of his perverse impulses keeps eroding his fortitude.

Whenever he's in a crowd, natural instinct prompts him to spot baseball caps because there will assuredly be cute boys under them. Whereas other guys at college are hooking up with girls and embracing adulthood, he is doing everything to remain a teenager. Every weekend, he plays soccer for a level B team. The demanding sports allows him to unleash his pent-up frustrations. As well, it maintains his body in good shape.

As much as he tries to control the urges, Brandon cannot resist peeping at his kid brother when he takes a shower. He moves the picture of a monster truck on the wall and spies on the bare form through a tiny hole. Blood rushes to his cock when he admires Cody lathering up his pre-pubescent body. The good boy cleans his private parts assiduously, rubbing the cake of soap between the fleshy globes of his bubble butt and on his hairless genitals.

Most of the time, Cody pops a boner, which he fondles with his soapy fingers. The kid relaxes under the hot water, gently rubbing his hard dickie. Brandon wonders what he is fantasizing about as he watches him play with his penis? The spectacle has his heart pounding, especially when the little masturbator groans and twitches from his boyish cum.

You can understand Brandon's uneasiness when his brother creeps towards him this evening, his pyjama-clad body drenched in the luminous haze of the moonlight. The thin polyester fabric clings to his petite body. He climbs on the bed and exhibits a rascally smile, wiggling the toes on his bare feet. The demon extends his hand, presenting a glowing gummy star.

"What's this?" The young man asks.

"It's special stuff." Cody responds, beaming with pride. "Try it, I'm sure you'll like it."

Brandon inspects the green morsel. "It better not taste like shit or I'll punch you 3;" He snarls, throwing it in his mouth. "So what now 3;"

"Wait." Cody says with an insisting tone in his soprano voice. He looks up at the tall chap, trying to distinguish a hint of change. His stare goes down Brandon's sinewy chest to the big lump in his boxers. After a minute, it is clear that the candy is defective. The teenager is not affected at all by the mysterious force. Regardless of the outcome, Cody knows he has to be very naughty. His fingers go to the lump in his brother's boxers.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Brandon inquires.

"I have to do this!"

The boy's enthusiastic statement paralyses Brandon. He doesn't do anything to stop the child when he tugs on his loose underwear. His semi-erect prick leaps out.

"I have to suck it!" Cody chimes, gripping the fat sausage at once. He sticks his tongue out and traces circles around the uncircumcised head, at the same time flicking his wrist on the shaft to bring the beast to life. At full mast, the adolescent pole looks gigantic in front of his freckled mug. Brandon's reason assesses the absurdity of the situation, but when the thin lips enclose his cock, his apprehensions disappear. The boy's free hand cups his hairy balls as he starts sucking. "Ohhhh Cody!!! Ohhh fuck! Yesss, keep it up." Brandon encourages him, watching the avid mouth do its magic. Cody's translucent cheeks become hollow from the suctioning. His hair flail with every upward move.

"Oh yeaaaaah, Eat my cock! Suck it!" The teenager mutters as he takes to his feet to fuck his face, thrusting his hard-on all the way to the back of his throat. On his knees, Cody clutches the muscular buns of his big brother to keep his balance. The relentless jabbing gives him vertigo. He takes over again, placing both hands around the pole. His focus is on the mushroom head. Using his lips, he slurps on the leaking knot again and again, slowly teasing the young man.

"Suck faster!"

Cody ignores his brother. He just keeps up the slow, steady pace – up – down – up – down, sensing how it's driving Brandon mad. Elated with the newfound power, the young despot sucks the big cock timidly, prolonging the sadistic gratification of his dominance on the older male. Then he bobs faster, determined to weaken him, suck the teenage strength out of him through his penis. "Ohh Ohh OHHHHHH Yeah lil' dude, here comes the juice!" Brandon announces, breathing in ragged gasps, nearing the threshold of his orgasm.

Cody prepares himself to receive the wad down his gullet. The bloated tube flares and spills a torrent of cum. There is much more semen than he expected and he gags on the syrupy substance, swallowing a great deal of it, the remainder seeping at the corner of his lips.

The flow does not abate. He lets Brandon's eggnog fill his mouth, controlling the natural reflex of gulping it down. When the slimy organ pulls away, he spits out the huge load, scrunching his face in disgust. The salty aftertaste sticks to his palate. He glances back up at Brandon, still bewildered by the audacity of his actions.

Chapter 2

"Yess." Cody peeps, blushing slightly.

"Then you deserve this." Jim points out, squeezing a little gummy star between his thumb and forefinger.

The youngster pockets his prize and unloads the question that has been boggling his mind. "How come it doesn't work on my brother? He ate one but nothing happened?"

"That's because he's too old. Candy is for kids."

"Oh."

"You see, Brandon is naughtier than you. He doesn't need it. If you want to, the magical elves can show how to be like him. They have special agents for that. Perhaps, are you interested?"

"Special agents?"

"Yes, they will come to your house and show you." Cody fiddles with the hem of his t-shirt, weighing the offer for a moment. "Ok!" He blurts out, confident that he has taken the right decision.

After school, Cody paces in his room, awaiting the visitors. Jim has instructed him to wear only his briefs. The sun coming in from the window warms his half-naked body, yet there are goose bumps on his lean arms. He chews his fingernails, imagining what the special agents will be like. At the scheduled time, he hears footsteps coming up the stairs that lead to the bedroom over the garage. Someone knocks on the door. For an instant, he feels so vulnerable without the presence of his older sibling.

Gathering up his courage, he opens the door.

Before he even has a chance to size up his guests, they bolt pass him like a gust of wind. From the corner of his eyes, the only thing he has glimpsed are the blurry silhouettes of two boys, no older than thirteen. He turns around and scans the graceful features of the smiling duo. Both are identical. They have curly golden hair, high cheekbones and big eyes in the most splendid blue. Cody realizes they are Jim's secret friends when he notices the pointed ears and the Peter Pan outfit they have on.

"My name is Alvin." One says. "My name is Aubrey" The other one follows.

Their bare feet move on the carpet as if in fast-forward. Cody's eyes can't keep up with the fluid motion of the lads. One approaches very close and presents a green gummy star. The other, behind him, whispers in his ear. "Do you want it? Don't you like the sex candy?"

The identical twins pause momentarily, staring at the child with their piercing blue eyes. Cody nods and opens his mouth wide.

"That's not where it's supposed to go, silly boy!"

With that remark, the two creatures giggle. Alvin uses his extraordinary dexterity to pull down the back of the boy's undies and pops the candy into his virgin hole at once, eliciting a yelp of surprise out of the student. Cody feels the mushy morsel stuck in his anus, it melts right away, radiating heat in much the same way a hot pepper up his bum would.

"Oooooooohh! It burns!" He cries out, jumping up and down and rubbing the delicate bud with the tip of his fingers.

"Let me take care of this." Aubrey says, sticking his tongue out, wiggling it lewdly. Slowly, the wet muscle extends out of the elf's mouth like a turtle stretching its neck out of its shell. The grotesque vision nearly makes Cody forget about the itch between his buns. In the end the long tongue protrudes by seven inches [18 cm] out of its cavity, a feat that would turn even Gene Simmons green with envy.

Cody barely sees the elf scurry behind him before he feels the slimy probe slither up his bum. He crumbles to the floor, defeated by the soothing caress of the long snake. It swirls in his hole, providing glorious tingles. The moist instrument goes further into him and pokes his prostate. Meanwhile, the other elf has taken his boner in his greedy mouth to suck it tenderly.

"UGHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Cody moans, caught in the rapture of the double stimulation. His climax comes quickly. He doesn't have a minute to savour the afterglow that another one is on the way. "Oh, please don't stop!" He pleads, enthralled by the sustained cornucopia of sensations. The big tongue is stabbing back and forth in his rectum. The lips on his hard peter are munching ravenously. He comes a second time, writhing on the carpet.

All of a sudden, it stops abruptly. As quickly as they have come, they have evaporated. He is alone, panting.

The door is ajar.

A frosty December breeze from the outside bites at his feverish body.

He scans around him, ruminating on where the special agents have gone. But the only evidence of their visit is a Ziploc bag, filled to the rim with the special candy, deposited on his nightstand. Just as he regains a grasp on reality, Brandon waltzes in.

"What the hell?" The teenager says. "Been jacking off again, lil' perv?"

"No, the magical elves were here!" Cody defends himself, hiding his boyhood with both hands.

"Yeah, along with Santa Claus."

"I swear, see!" Cody persists, pointing his little index in the direction of the bag full of glowing stars.

"Not that crap again."

"It doesn't work on you because you're too old! I'll show you on me."

Brandon observes his nude little brother with a serious eye, deliberating if he's gone nuts. Then again, he knows how crazy children can be. Like the time Cody had broken a wrist attempting to climb the side of the house in his Spiderman costume. At this point though, his perverse lust prevails. It is not the time for him to worry too much about the sanity of the boy. In the back of his mind, he hopes Cody will stand by his promise of 'showing it' and jump on him once more to suck him off. His penis stiffens in his jeans in anticipation of another blowjob.

But instead, the kid pivots and inserts a gummy star into his asshole as if it is a suppository.

"Why d'ya do that for?"

"Put it in my butt now!" Cody proclaims, bending over the edge of his bed. "Quick! It's hot!"

Brandon can't believe his luck. It is like a fantasy coming true. His ten-year-old brother begging to be fucked! He scoots behind him and runs his fingers in the crack of his little butt. Strangely, the melted candy has become a greasy green goo. When he shoves his middle finger up the tight pucker, the clamping ring nibbling on his digit sparks his arousal.

"Not with your finger, use your dick!" Cody roars, desperately trying to convince the dopey teenager of his readiness.

"You sure?" Brandon asks, pulling down his jeans and boxers, still thinking he might be dreaming the whole thing.

"Yesss. Do it! It burns!" Cody reiterates, spreading his legs and pointing his butt at him. Finally, the agitated boy feels the weeping prick of his brother brush against his quivering anus. He braces himself, suddenly questioning how something that's too big for his mouth will fit in his minuscule poophole.

The painful answer has him yelping in agony. "UNGGGHHH OOOH ARGGGH!" The large head of Brandon's cock stretches his poor butthole much wider than his little turds. Thankfully, the sex candy alleviates the pain and replaces it with prickly needles of pleasure. He exhales loudly as the thick piece of hot flesh inches its way into him.

Brandon holds the slim waist of his queer lil' bro, gently going in between his firm buns. There's no turning back now. He has jammed a portion of his cock into his rectum and Cody has not said anything to stop him. Quite the contrary, the little boy drools on the sheets.

"Ohhhhh fuck mmmmeee." Cody whimpers.

The horny teenager starts to plough into the narrow channel watching how his swollen cockhead draws the tight ring on the outward stroke. Sweat pours down his back from the intense heat of the kid's entrails. The torrid coupling makes his cock as hard as it has ever been. He grunts and gradually fucks with more ardour, testing the will of his young partner.

Cody sways his hips, dancing with the rhythm of the intercourse. He stiffens whenever the big fuckstick is driven too far up his bottom, then rejoins the animalistic cadence. Three orgasms hit him, a small one followed by two bigger ones.

"OOHHHHH YESSS! It's so good! Yesss!" He yells, pushing his butt back onto the rubbery prong to trigger a new one.

Brandon hears the cries of joy of his little brother and slips into second gear, slamming in with frantic thrusts. "OHHHHH YEESSSS YESSS!" Cody wails again. His little hard-on pulses constantly from the string of kiddie cums. Sadly, the shaking stops and he feels Brandon's juice splash on his back.

For three days, Cody's bumhole is sore. He looks at it, squatting over a hand mirror. The tiny orifice is red and tender to the touch. He can't wait for it to heal. Ever since he has indulged in the infinite ecstasy of multiple orgasms, a growing tumult has been churning in his guts.

On the fourth day, conversations around the dinner table are awkward as he is afraid his mommy and daddy will somehow read his thoughts, like the magical elves, and find out what a dirty boy he is. Because tonight, he is ready to do it again. After supper, the family watches Miracle on 34th street in the living room. Cody cannot focus on the movie. He glances at his plastic watch praying for bedtime to come sooner.

When it does, his mother gives him a good night peck on the cheek. He already has a boner, which he conceals with his forearm. Brandon has read the boy's signals all evening. He races with Cody on the path to their sanctuary. In there, they don't need to say a word to communicate. The aura of lust permeates the air as they shed their clothes.

Cody giggles and plops two pieces of candy into his hole. He drops to the floor and drags his legs towards his head so that his toes touch the carpet, a position better suited for the curve of his brother's cock, he thinks. The young man comes at him, stroking the huge thing that will extinguish the fire in his hole.

With Brandon over him this time, Cody can see his funny grimaces of delight as he sinks into his tight shitter. The familiar surge of bliss returns with a vengeance. Cody stares at the large pipe disappearing between his parted buttocks. "Put it all in me!" He cheers. Six [15], seven [17½], eight inches [20 cm] of throbbing meat cram into his rectum. The teen's pubes touch the soft skin around his anus. "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH" He laments.

Brandon pins his ankles down and springs up and down, pumping his butt at an ever increasing pace. The long rod goes deep into him. Cody shakes his head left and right. The first electric shock catches him by surprise. "UGGHHH! FUCK! FUCK! Fuck my butt with your big dick!" He screams a litany of profanity with his raspy little voice.

At eighteen, the teenager is at the peak of his sexual maturity. The muscles on his legs tense and loosen. He is a machine, full of energy, slamming again and again. There seems to be no logic as to why his kid brother would submit to full contact anal sex, but he doesn't really care to know. All he wants is to fuck him hard and cum.

Both young males moan and hiss from their fervid union. The child hangs from the teenager's neck, his arms pulling him, adjusting the angle of the piston so that it will hit the spot generating a legion of tingles. Brandon is determined to last longer. He looks away at times, avoiding the sight of the spidery boy bent in two at his mercy. But he cannot shut out Cody's frenzied begging, "UGGHH! FUCK MY BUTT!! YESSSS UGGHH UGHH FUCK MY BUTT HARDER!"

That's what he does, bouncing on him, hammering that big fuckstick again and again into the dilated hole. His whole body strains from the struggle of keeping the final explosion of pleasure at bay. Eventually, the pressure becomes unbearable. He pulls out quickly, groaning as his cock blasts cum pellets on his little brother's face.

The next time, he enters the boy sideways, holding him tightly against his torso. Comfortably resting on his flank, he can concentrate all of his efforts on ramming his cock home. His hips collide loudly with Cody's buttocks. Despite the brutal assaults, the little boy loves it. He is shaken like a mere doll, but the mighty lunges into his rectum multiplies by three the intensity of his climaxes.

For five consecutive nights, they rut like frisky rabbits. Cody finds that his big brother can bang his butt the hardest when he leans over the dresser with one leg on top of it. That way, the large organ zooms easily up his chimney and the pendulous balls slap under his hole.

Most times, Cody doesn't even have the chance to put on his pjs. He takes it in the ass into the wee hours of the night and falls asleep, covered with puddles of jizz.

Chapter 3

The phone rings.

"I'll get it!" the little boy yells out, racing to the kitchen to pounce on the device. "Hello?"

"Hello Cody."

The youngster recognizes the voice of Jim the Candyman. His blood pulses. In a ushed tone, he fusses, "Don't call here."

"Oh, don't tell me I can't congratulates the naughtiest boy on the planet? We are very proud of what you did with your brother!"

"My mommy is in the next room"

"Yes, but I wanted to tell you that you will have a surprise tomorrow."

"A surprise? Will I grow up? and have big muscles!?"

"You'll see."

The next morning, Cody sprints to the bathroom, utterly ecstatic. Immediately, he inspects his peter to measure if it is bigger. To his dismay, the shrivelled weenie has not developed one bit. It is when he consults the mirror that he has the shock of his young life.

"OH SHIT!"

The boy he sees has beautiful platinum blond hair and gorgeous eyes the colour of sapphire. A set of pointy ears on each side of his head completes the transformation. "No! I'm an elf 3;" He mumbles out loud. Tears of panic roll down his rosy cheeks. His mind reels from the ungodly number of ruses he will have to pull to hide his freakish characteristics from his parents or his school chummies.

After he has pinched himself a few times, Cody dresses up, taking the precaution of putting on a hooded sweatshirt. Assuredly, the Candyman has a solution to his crisis? Perhaps, an antidote, he muses, heading to Jim's house. In his haste to reach his destination, he leaps on the sidewalk, discovering that he can travel a distance of five feet [1½ m] at once. The unnatural ability scares him.

At the Candyman's house, the door is opened. He goes in and explores the place, seeking the source of his misery. Every room is empty except for one where a beaten up mattress lays on the floor. A shimmering brilliance illuminates the basement stairs. Tiptoeing down each step, the young intruder descends into a huge colourful room filled with dozen of machines. Out of the mouths of the gigantic equipment, long conveyor belts are carrying tiny pieces of glowing candy. Diligent elves survey the production, running around the stations like busy bees.

In the corner, an oak desk with two mammoth books on it piques his curiosity. One volume is titled Nice, the other one Naughty. Cody browses in the second one, searching for his name. It doesn't really confound him to locate it in there.

The sensuous voice of Jim startles the little boy. "I guess you know by now, you won't be getting any presents from St. Nick this Christmas."

"I don't wanna be an elf!" Cody whines, staring straight at the man.

"Are you sure? You can run very fast! No one will see you! Isn't it cool?"

"Noooo."

"Remember, you can read people's mind! Put your finger on a name and concentrate very hard. C'mon try it!"

Cody follows the suggestion half-heartedly, selecting a naughty subject at random. Suddenly, his vision blurs. Something appears in front of him, like a holographic image.

A small naked boy is sitting on a leather armchair. His feet are on the armrests so that his legs are not in the way as he poises a greased vibrator in front of his rectal opening. The plastic tube splits his butt open. During the penetration, the little scamp bites his lower lip and his tiny toes curl up

His other paw tugs on the stiff pricklet jutting from his bald groin. A devilish grin forms on his lips. He undulates, wanking energetically with the buzzing thing planted into his bum. His entire mid-section gleams from a liberal smearing of baby oil. He wanks faster and faster, plaintive cries of joy accompanying the crescendo of his ministrations.

Cody is unsettled by the obscene demonstration, especially since he knows the elves can do the same and view his most shameful performances. The small boy's head tilts back. His thighs tremble from the onset of his dry climax.

"Maybe, it would be more interesting if you chose someone you are acquainted with." Jim interjects. "Look up Dennis."

"Dennis from school?"

"Yes."

Cody knows the boy well. He is the bully of the fourth grade. A twelve-year-old blond monster. Dumb as a doorknob and always angry because the other kids remind him daily that he has flunked the final exams twice.

Having been the recipient of Dennis' oppression on several occasions, the idea of a window into his secret life is particularly titillating for Cody. He puts his finger on the name. The image of Dennis suddenly materializes. The naked boy is crawling on all four in a seedy motel room. "Come suck your uncle Joe's cock." A man says, spreading his hairy legs to display his rampant erection. "Yeah, that's it." He adds, as the lad approaches, walking on his hands and knees like a dog.

Dennis creeps between the legs and licks up the drip of pre-cum on the underside of the long pole. His mouth nibbles around the turgid head and goes down on it. From the urgency of his sucking, it is obvious that the pre-teen is horny as hell. He's fisting his chubby and definitely enjoying the taste of cock.

The man's hands grasp the child's blond head, guiding it on the swollen tower of flesh. Behind Dennis, a black man shows up and slaps his plump buttocks before inserting three pieces of candy into his hairless asshole. It doesn't take long for the boy to feel the rush of heat and spread his knees wide, inviting the new partner.

The black man grips his glistening fuckstick, aligning it with the target. Cody can clearly see the veiny brown rod disappear between the white mounds. Right away it slides in and out, in and out. Together, the adults move their cocks at both ends. Dennis moans, choking on the thick slab of meat of his uncle while the punching piston in his ass jostles him.

The trio jerks and twitches, all of them trying to find their pleasure in the perverse fusing. It is the black fella who has the lead as he drills nearly all of his ten-inch [25 cm] cock into the passive lamb.

The next moment, they alternate. The blondie squats over his uncle's rigid spike and impales himself. He lowers his butt until he is sitting on the man's lap. The black fella feeds him his fat cock, thrusting it way passed his tonsils. For long minutes, Dennis wriggles on the prong as the brown phallus fucks his face.

His toes cramp up every time he has an orgasm. Muffled guttural groans spew out of his lips and his penis sprays droplets of boyjuice. The adults pursue, fucking him in the ass and the mouth at the same time, grinning when they precipitate him into another shuddering climax.

Cody feels a certain connection with the bully he hates so much, knowing exactly how he is luxuriating in an ocean of pleasure. The men fuck him some more and have him kneel at their feet. They jack off in front of his opened mouth. The two huge cocks spit out thick globs of semen. The little cumslut tries to catch the airborne garlands of cream, but most of it inundates his face. And the image fades away. "You see, Santa takes care of nice children, and we take care of the rest." The Candyman states.

"You mean, Santa Claus is real?"

"Hmmm, in a way. I'll tell you a secret, but you have to promise no to repeat it to your little friends, okay?"

"Yess!"

"Santa is just like me. I exist because you want to me to exist. I am a fabrication of your imagination. Everything in here also."

"You mean, I can make it go away? And go back to normal?"

"Yes, all you have to do is stop believing."

Cody glances at the man, somewhat sad that he will make him vanish if the trick works. Nonetheless, he shuts his eyes, trying to deny what seems so real to him. He has known for years that Santa doesn't exist. A fat bearded man certainly cannot deliver millions of packages in one night on a flying sleigh? And the Candyman certainly doesn't have magical elves helping him manufacture sex candy?

When he opens his eyes, the sky greets him. His sneakers are stuck in mud. He is on an empty piece of land between two houses. A sign says 'Lot for sale' nearby. Already, his mind is doubting the whole thing ever happened. He touches his ears. They are round and cold. A sigh of relief bulges his chest.

For a moment, Cody stands there in a shower of snowflakes, arguing with himself that this is the spot where the Candyman's house was. Then he goes to the sidewalk and trots home, with every step, feeling the sting of his bruised asshole.

Well, that's it boys and girls. Don't forget that the naughty may not make it on Santa's list, but they sure have more fun! HO HO HO!

The End