Almon: New Years
#2 of Almon
It was the week after my encounter with Santa and my tail-hole was still sore. Still I couldn't stop thinking about it. Santa played his game so differently, it was much more intense with Santa than with John. Every time I thought about it my penis got all stiff. I reached down and-KNOCK KNOCK!
"ALmon, does it fit okay?!" My mom screamed from behind the bathroom door. I glared at the mirror and looked down. My parents were throwing a new years party. Since they caught me rinsing my sheets in the tub after my 'accident' they had decided that as punishment I would help them with their stupid party. I was dressing up as baby new year and I was going to hand out drinks to people. This meant that the only thing I'd be wearing would be a diaper. I looked down and grimaced at the fabric. I was nine years old! I shouldn't have to wear a diaper. It's humiliating!
"Almon!" my mom yelled again becoming impatient. I sighed,
"Yes Mom!" My penis wasn't pokey at all anymore.
"Well then come outside and let me see!" I walked over and slowly opened the door. I glared at my mother who was trying to stifle a laugh.
"Honey you are just too adorable, Cliff! Come in here!" My father walked into the hallway. He looked at me and smiled.
"Well you look awful happy this evening." I glared harder at him which made him laugh. Dad then put a finger up indicating that we should stay there for a second. He went back into his room and came out a few seconds later with a top hat. Quickly he scurried over and dropped it on my head, the bill of the hat covering my eyes. My mother and father both laughed.
"Cliff he looks just like baby new year from that Christmas movie." They both continued to laugh and I took off the hat throwing it onto the ground. My father stopped laughing and picked up the hat and put it back on my head.
"Now now Almon, you look fine. Keep the hat it makes you look more grown up." I glared at him from under the hat.
"Well that's all well and good but people will be here soon. We need to get things ready." My mother turned around and went downstairs. My father signaled for me to follow and I did.
Downstairs we arranged chairs, made punch, and got food ready. Soon enough a bunch of adults showed up. All the women cooing at my get up while all the men laughed at me. My mother began talking to people and introducing me around. Saying things like 'you remember Mr and Mrs whatever' and 'don't you go to school with their boy/girl'. It was boring as hell and mom kept yelling at me to smile.
At one point I was in the kitchen with mom when dad walked in with someone behind him. Dad turned to mom and said,
"Hey Sharron, our new neighbor is here." My mom spun around with a big grin on her face.
"Hello, I'm Sharron. Nice to meet you." A large brown bear emerged from behind my dad and shook my moms paw.
"Hello, I'm Daman." I couldn't believe my eyes. It was Santa. Santa was here in my kitchen. All those kids that say Santa isn't real were wrong. He was real and here and... I thought he was supposed to be at the north pole? Wait. Would he play with me again!?
"I'm assuming you've met Cliff already, this is our son Almon. Say hello Almon." I just stared at him. He was taller than my dad and had these big furry arms. Santa was also wider than I remembered, with his shoulders out he almost couldn't fit in the doorway to the kitchen.
"Almon! You shouldn't stare. I'm sorry he's a little moody because he doesn't like his costume." Santa smiled and rubbed the top of my top hat.
"Aww I think he looks rather dashing in it." I tried to hide my blushing by hiding my face under the hat.
"So Daman what brings you to the neighborhood?" My mom said sounding more interested than she had all night.
"Well the school where I was was having some trouble so I decided to move. I got a job offer at the local elementary school here and this neighborhood seemed rather nice and was within my budget. After meeting everyone and getting to know my neighbors and their families I'll definitely be staying for a while." My mothers eyes lit up.
"Oh that's wonderful! What grade do you teach?"
"Fifth grade, I'll be replacing Mr. Cordell since he got another job." I looked up from underneath the hat.
"You hear that Almon, Mr. Daman here is going to be your teacher next year!" All of a sudden there was a crash from the living room. Someone had knocked something over or dropped their cup. My mother spun around and looked at Dad.
"Oh dear, Cliff go get the broom. I'll go calm people down." Mom spun around again and looked at me, "Honey can you clean the kitchen and then go get ready for bed." I looked at her and groaned,
"What! That's not fair!" My mother pointed at me,
"You're still grounded from lying about your accident last week. Clean the kitchen and then go to bed." Santa put his paw out between my mom and me.
"How about I help him clean the kitchen and then you can go to bed, alright Almon?" I just slowly nodded my head. My mom sighed,
"Thank you Daman, sorry to have this happen so soon after meeting you." Santa smiled,
"no problem, I should get to know Almon anyway if he's going to be my student next year." My mom smiled and nodded and went into the living room. Santa stacked some dishes off of the counter and put them into the sink. He signaled for me to come over and handed me a wet dish and a rag. I started drying as he started washing another dish. Santa looked down at me while still washing and smiled. I looked up and asked,
"Are you Santa?" Santa put down the dish he was washing and unzipped his pants. He reached down and fished out his weird penis sheath and let it hang out of his pants. I looked back at the door to the living room which my mother had closed and then back to Santa's penis. I reached over with my paw and grabbed it. It was soft but still really big. I looked up.
"Does this look familiar Almon?" I nodded and began to stroke Santa's penis. I pulled back his sheath and that weird rounded head popped out. I looked at the door again and then looked back. I opened my muzzle and then took the head of Santa's penis into my muzzle. I lapped at it and bobbed my head just like John taught me, but Santa was bigger than John and it was harder to do. Santa moaned,
"You are such a good boy." Santa took off my top hat and grabbed the back of my head. Then he pushed his penis further into my muzzle. I pulled back a little but Santa pushed it farther in steadily. Santa's penis his the back of my throat and he pulled back a little.
"Take a deep breath through your nose and get ready to swallow." I took a deep breath through my nose and prepared. Santa was going to spurt milk so soon? I was just starting to-a torrent of salty liquid sprayed down my throat. I gagged and tried to pull back but Santa held my head there. I closed my throat and the pee started to well up in my muzzle and spurt out of it. Pee poured down my chest and onto my diaper. Santa grabbed my head with his other paw and shoved his penis further back. It pushed into my throat and I held my breath as Santa peed down my throat into my tummy. Santa let go all of a sudden and I pulled off and gasped for air in-between gags.
"Good boy, now go to the bathroom." I stood there and tried to collect myself. Santa put his penis back into his pants and zipped up. Then he grabbed my muzzle and lifted it so our eyes met.
"You want to play with me Almon?" I thought about it and nodded. Santa then reached over and pushed his snout into my muzzle and kissed me. I looked back at him shocked.
"Then go to the bathroom." I nodded and turned around. I led Santa around the corner to the stairway down cellar I ran down and flicked on the light. Dodging stacked boxes and darting in-between walls I made my way to the back of our half-finished basement. I ran back and pointed to a closed door.
"Here it is Santa" I said with a grin. Santa smiled and said,
"Go to the bathroom." I went to go open the door and Santa hit the wall with his paw.
"I mean I want you to go to the bathroom in your diaper." I looked at him confused.
"Now Almon, pee in your diaper." I looked down at the floor then back up at him,
"But Santa I can't pee when my penis is all pokey..." Santa smiled. Santa undid his pants again and fished out his penis which was sticky and hard. Then he reached down and spun me about. Putting his paws beneath my armpits Santa lifted me into the air. Santa was strong! Mom and dad said I was too heavy to lift anymore. Once in the air Santa held me so I could touch the ceiling.
"Take off your diaper." I quickly reached down and unsnapped my diaper having it fall to the floor. A cold nose burrowed into my butt as Santa began to lick my tail-hole
"oooooooh" I moaned as the rough tongue invaded my hole over and over. I began to play with my peepee while Santa licked me. Santa was getting really aggressive and soon slobber started to drip from my butt. Just when I was starting to get close to making my penis jump Santa stopped.
"Oh why'd you stop?" I groaned. Santa started to lower me down. Soon I could feel his penis pushing on my tail-hole I took a deep breath and tried to relax as the head snuck its way inside.
"Oooh! Boy you are so tight!" Santa gripped me harder and started to push me down more. I tried to keep up my breathing and played with my penis more. I was ready for him this time.
"Oh Santa! There's too much!" I said as I started to feel the base of my stomach bulge a little.
"Almost there Almon!" Santa pushed me down a little more and I could feel his balls.
"There ya' go boy! Ya' like that!" I gripped my penis and breathed heavily. It hurt but it also made me so close to my penis jumping. I couldn't help it, even if it hurt I wanted my penis to jump.
"Take it out and put it back in Santa, like last time." Santa laughed,
"Alright boy!" Santa lifted me, his penis slowly sliding out. "OOOh!" I moaned, once some of it was out Santa loosened his grip on me and my own weight started to pull me back onto his penis. I rolled my head back and started pawing myself. Santa walked over to a wall and pushed me against it. I put my paws out to hold myself. Santa wrapped one arm around me and his other paw started to play with my penis. Santa then started to pull out his penis and push it back in. This time much faster. He pulled it all the way out and then slammed it back in making the wall thud.
"AHH!" I screamed as Santa began to tear my butt apart. In and out Santa pushed his penis like an engine. I tried to steady my breathing but couldn't as Santa started to hit that spot while pawing me. I groaned through my teeth and tried to stay quiet. Soon my penis started to twitch in Santa's paw and I knew it was close.
"San-tahhhh!" My penis started jumping in his paw and my butt tightened around his penis.
"ARGH!" Santa pushed harder into me and soon I felt something spray into my butt. Santa slammed into me again this time staying in, his balls resting against my butt. The head of his penis poking out the base of my tummy. Both of us were breathing really heavy and Santa pinched my penis.
"AH!" My butt clamped around his penis again as he squeezed my sensitive peepee.
"Aaah you are so tight." Santa then picked me off his penis. It pulled out with a SLURP and he set me down. My legs were too wobbly to stand and I fell to my knees panting. I looked down and tried to calm myself, but my head was so fuzzy. Soon the soft crinkle of a diaper hit my head.
"Put that back on boy." I grabbed it and tried to stand. Coming to my feet I stood up and slipped the diaper back on, locking it in place. Santa smiled.
"I like that look for you."