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“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?”
“Start by decorating your home, inside and out. Design the Christmas tree. Invite Peter into the spirit of the season. Remind him how good it used to feel to be a kid at Christmas. Plan the best surprise, a Christmas Eve party with friends. He loves to socialize and have fun with friends.”
“I need to do more than that.” Devon’s head fell to his chest, a sign of early morning fatigue.
“Make sure you do all the preparations for this celebration; Peter won’t have time to help. Plan a special event in the morning, just for you two, on Christmas Day. Clean and prepare the hot tub.”
“Oh, yes! He would love that. That’s a great idea.”
“Prepare the traditional breakfast of Ramos Fizzes and Eggs Benedict after your coffee. Go frolic in the spa for a while. You may not have material gifts to share, but the greatest present you give is…- well, you’ll know by then.”
“Yes.” Devon begged for more hints.
“Transform yourself into the most sexually desirable man as you can. When you take him to bed for an erotic rendezvous, assert yourself but gently. These tasks may appear very simple, but a Secret Santa extends himself with extra flare and finesse. Do you think you can manage this?”
“I’ll… I’ll try... Yes, I can do it!” he yelled, confidently.
“I’ll be checking on your progress, from time to time, to critique and suggest. Now, I hereby crown you a tentative, Secret Santa.” He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Devon’s back. He kissed him on his lips, robustly, while inserting his tongue.
Devon’s dick swelled, as Erik withdrew his arms and lips. When Devon glanced at the large bulging pouch of Erik’s jockstrap, a white powdery fog swirled around them. Devon felt a hand grab his crotch.
“Good Luck!” Secret Santa vanished in a whirlwind.
“Wow. What a dream.” Devon rubbed his eyes, as white dust settled on the bed.