naked sants never looked so good,.

gaymen2
1 day ago
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Do you fancy a heavy built

bearded hairy man with a huge heavy laden sack,

filled to the brim and just waiting for you to

get a hold and pull hard sexually.

My neice told her 4 year old son that Santa was not real. Everyone thinks she has stolen a part of his childhood. Many say she was wrong. She says she does not want him growing up believing in make believe and to learn the truth. However:- She is the Born Again Christian who believes in a mythical being in the sky. There is no more proof that mythical being is any more real than Santa and the family were somewhat 'open mouthed' at spoiling a childs childhood.

There is fuller figure and there is fuller figure.

This is not fuller figure.

This is fat - obese - bad diet

Too many Mince Pies and Turkey sandwiches.

@ HAMILTON HALL

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Ten years ago John, I spent Christmas at Hamilton Hall. I attended alone and was going through grief having recently lost my mother. She was all I had left of the family. Christmas started okay and thanks largely to you John, it turned great. I met another of your guests and I am not sure if you knew, but we clicked, we got on, and we shagged the whole of Christmas and had a whale of a time. It just worked. It fitted. We stayed in contact after and visited each other a couple of times a year and had an open relationship. It worked brilliantly and only now he has died - did I remember where we even met and Hamilton Hall came to mind. It was certainly a memorable experience so - happy christmas John to you and your helpers. Robert G.

I had drunk too much. I was only young and had fallen unconscious on the couch, My mates thought it fun to rub their dicks in my face as I lay there unconscious. Until I wasn't unconscious any more. But they thought I was. So while they were giggling like kids and rubbing various cocks in my face as I lay there - I suddenly turned and grabbed with my teeth the first piece of meat I could find and it turned out to be - exactly as planned - one of their dicks and I bit down and held on as hard as I could and - Oh John- You should have heard him scream. Anchored by his dick between my teeth, clamped down hard on his mid shaft. Fingers groped into my mouth trying to pry my mouth open and that made me bite down harder and while the others were still finding this hilariously funny, - funny that their friend and not them, had his dick firmly held between hard teeth, and you should have heard him scream. I let go and he imediate;y grabbed his dick and started complaining of teeth marks and a bruise on his dick,and as I said, play with fire, you might get burned. He recoverd within minutes and we all found it such a giggle. Now - decades later, I wish I could have a re run of this occasion... Now I would suck and not chew and - who knows, maybe even get a mouthful to swallow.

Gregory M.

The Christmas dream. To have a hot shag for the whole of Christmas with a hot and sexy guy. The reality. Peeling, Chopping. Cooking, Washing up, and in the end - exhaustion.

Maybe this year something will crop up...

Last year, late on Christas Eve, the post man rang my doorbell with a parcel. It was his last delivery of the day and was a new postman, just employed to help out at Christmas.

I answered the door naked, for it was after 9pm and I thought, Fuck it - Why not ? - but I was not prepared for what happened. He instantly joked by saying ' Ho Ho Ho - I wasn't expecting this pleasant surprise.'

Now it was my turn to be taken aback. He handed me the parcel and now both my hands were full, he reached in and groped my cock and balls and said how sexy it was, me opening the door like that - naked. To cut a log story short, he came in and we had a great sex session - right there and then - in the house in front of the Christmas Tree and roaring fire and - it was absolutely magic. I joked about needing to pinch myself to make sure I was awake as these things just do not happen, especially to me. He said a lot of housewives come onto him during deliveries as there are a lot of lonely women out there but as he was gay, --- and me opening the door naked was the biggest turn on for him and made a change from all the women in their nighties exposing themselves to him.

Believe it or not, His name was Patric - so he really was Postman Pat.

We shagged all over the Christmas and New Year period as soon as his various shifts ended, he came round, I would make him something to eat and - living alone he had no other plans, as I hadn't either, so it made for a fantasy for us both.