'Twas the night before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
Soft music was playing, as I reclined on the couch.
I unbuttoned my shirt, exposing chest hair
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
I lie there thinking, 'on the couch or in bed?'
While visions of him naked danced through my head.
I put on a clean jockstrap and black leather chaps
In hopes that he'd give me a gift from his sack.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I ran from my room to see what was the matter.
Away to the front door I flew like a flash
I flung the door open, felt a draft on my ass.
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow
Made it easy to see who it was at my home.
But what did I see as I froze off my heiny
But a big Harley Hog with chrome that was shiny.
With a big hairy driver so horny and quick
Even from here you can see his big dick.
More rapid than eagles on towards me he came
As he whistled and shouted and called me his names:
"Now, Studly! now, Sexy! You hairy beef patty!
You'd better be ready 'cause here comes your Daddy!
To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall,
Let's get inside and have us a ball!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly
He grabbed hold of my jockstrap and pulled me inside.
He kissed me hard, I tasted his lips.
He pulled me in closer, both hands on my hips.
And then in a twinkling he stripped off his clothes
His hard cock was bouncing as he started to pose.
I drew in a breath at his papa bear strut
Still awed by the sight of his round hairy butt.
He said "Come to Papa, that jockstrap's too small."
He pulled out my dick and squeezed both my balls.
He slow stroked my cock and pulled my left nut
Then whispered to me, "I'll come up your butt."
His eyes how they twinkled, his dimples how merry,
This big fucking stud was so very hairy.
He let me down gently to the floor on my back,
Raised my legs in the air, his cock spread my crack.
He pushed it right in, and started to buck,
I took it all easily, my ass needed fucked.
He humped me faster he knows how I love it.
He'd pull out his dick and back in he would shove it.
He started grunting, not much more was needed,
He pulled out his cock and quickly he beat it.
A wink of his eye, a hard yank on his dick,
He shot lots of cum - white, creamy, and thick.
He spoke not a word, but when straight to his work,
And upon my big hard-on he started to jerk.
I came in an instant all over my chest,
And he lay down beside me for a much deserved rest.
I looked at our cum that was mixed in my hair,
I do love him so, my Big Papa Bear.
And I hear him whisper, by the Christmas tree light,
"Happy Christmas, my Cub. I Love You, Good-Night!"
Soft music was playing, as I reclined on the couch.
I unbuttoned my shirt, exposing chest hair
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
I lie there thinking, 'on the couch or in bed?'
While visions of him naked danced through my head.
I put on a clean jockstrap and black leather chaps
In hopes that he'd give me a gift from his sack.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I ran from my room to see what was the matter.
Away to the front door I flew like a flash
I flung the door open, felt a draft on my ass.
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow
Made it easy to see who it was at my home.
But what did I see as I froze off my heiny
But a big Harley Hog with chrome that was shiny.
With a big hairy driver so horny and quick
Even from here you can see his big dick.
More rapid than eagles on towards me he came
As he whistled and shouted and called me his names:
"Now, Studly! now, Sexy! You hairy beef patty!
You'd better be ready 'cause here comes your Daddy!
To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall,
Let's get inside and have us a ball!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly
He grabbed hold of my jockstrap and pulled me inside.
He kissed me hard, I tasted his lips.
He pulled me in closer, both hands on my hips.
And then in a twinkling he stripped off his clothes
His hard cock was bouncing as he started to pose.
I drew in a breath at his papa bear strut
Still awed by the sight of his round hairy butt.
He said "Come to Papa, that jockstrap's too small."
He pulled out my dick and squeezed both my balls.
He slow stroked my cock and pulled my left nut
Then whispered to me, "I'll come up your butt."
His eyes how they twinkled, his dimples how merry,
This big fucking stud was so very hairy.
He let me down gently to the floor on my back,
Raised my legs in the air, his cock spread my crack.
He pushed it right in, and started to buck,
I took it all easily, my ass needed fucked.
He humped me faster he knows how I love it.
He'd pull out his dick and back in he would shove it.
He started grunting, not much more was needed,
He pulled out his cock and quickly he beat it.
A wink of his eye, a hard yank on his dick,
He shot lots of cum - white, creamy, and thick.
He spoke not a word, but when straight to his work,
And upon my big hard-on he started to jerk.
I came in an instant all over my chest,
And he lay down beside me for a much deserved rest.
I looked at our cum that was mixed in my hair,
I do love him so, my Big Papa Bear.
And I hear him whisper, by the Christmas tree light,
"Happy Christmas, my Cub. I Love You, Good-Night!"