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I am continuing with my Christmas story. What does Erik, the Secret Santa, want?
“A test? This is the worst temptation I’ve had in years. What’s your name?”
“It will get easier,” he spoke softly, continuing to grope his leg. “I’m Erik, of Nordic descent.”
“This is too much. I can’t do this.” He pushed Secret Santa’s hand off his leg.
“Oh…, well, do you believe in Eros, the Greek god?”
“Maybe, but what does that have to do with Peter and me, and Santa Claus?”
“Eros, the son of Aphrodite, with his golden wings and arms of quivers, pierced Peter and you five years ago with special arrows. He pierced you with his erotic love potion, helping you to fall in love, man to man. Eros and Santa have been steadfast friends for centuries. Eros is inviting you to prove your abilities in love by becoming an official Secret Santa. Only if you prove your love for Peter.” Erik rubbed his trim beard on Devon’s bare chest.
“I want to, but you keep tempting me. How else can I respond when you’re so suggestive and fucking hot?”
“You have one major task to perform, one gift to extend.” Ignoring Devon’s frustration, he wrapped his muscular arm around the questioning man’s shoulders. “Give Peter the most erotic holiday you can imagine. Be very creative and original. Surprise him with some new fantasies you both can enjoy. There’s no need for material gifts. Prove physically how much you can still love. Demonstrate your new powers by merging your masculine spirits. All this to prove your love.”
“I’ve tried that.”
“Have you really? I don’t think so. You have to give everything. You’ve almost proved full devotion. But in the past few years, you’ve been drawn to helping the needy. That is an admirable feat. And you have been very generous with your time and energy. But now it’s time to share some of interest and motivation to share with Peter.”
“You’re right. I haven’t listened to him, enough.”
Erik removed his arm from Devon’s shoulders, stepping a short distance away. “Remember what you did on Black Friday, and the next two days? You woke at two in the morning, brewed coffee, chatted with Peter, making it easier for Peter to go to work, so damn early.”
“That was his worst Black Friday weekend he had in thirty years. His sales were down. What made it all worse, the company reduced his commissions. After that, he didn’t even want to try. He was awfully depressed. Still is.”
“Yet, Peter helped you with the food drive for the needy. But most importantly, try to recall the times you worked in retail during the holidays. You had long hours, six days a week. Working very hard at a hectic pace. Do you remember?”
“Those were the worst times of my life.”
“Peter needs you and your help now. For the same reasons you hated your job. Catch my drift.”
“What can I do?” Devon shook his head, acknowledging compliance.” I want him to feel needed, sexually satisfied, and happy.” He stared, pensively, at the sexy Santa.
“First, you’ll become a Secret Santa. Then, you’ll be able to express your spiritual, physical, and heart-felt, loving emotions. Are you up to the task?” His starry, blue eyes cast the spell of Christmas spice into Devon’s tired eyes.
“Yes, but how do I start?”