Something silly for the season

[Loveitraw]

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the apartment
Several figures were trussed up, harnessed and bent
Over couches and tables, or pushed up against walls
And behind them and thrusting right up to the balls
Were tops of all sizes, ages and creeds each in their own way expressing their needs.
Through the grunts and through groaning, the raised voices of passion,
with orgasmic moaning each boy in their fashion
Was asking for deeper, for harder, for more!
Begging each top for some cum like a whore,
When from the front door there came a yell and loud knocking
And in strode Big Daddy his appearance quite shocking.
Dressed all in bright red from his boots to his head, and sporting a prominant bulge,
All knew his attendance at this annual fuck-shed was purely for him to indulge

He surveyed the room with a glint in his eye
Stroking fingers 'cross his grizzled chin.
Which one of these sluts should he first try?
Which one would welcome him in?
Skinny twink? or dad-bod? or tight hairy otter?
It matters not to this lecherous soul. 
Truth of the matter is nothing is hotter than sampling every hole.

Unzipping his fly and out springs the dick that has subdued many a guy.
Not overly long, but beer-can thick, oozing precum from its fleshy eye.
He strokes at it once and up it rises, stiffening like a flag staff.
He grabs his first target and spins them around bending them almost in half.
Firm hands grip those cheeks in most brutish zeal, and forward the weapon is thrust.
From the lips of the victim comes an animal squeal; part shock, part pain, part lust.
The fucking is hard, the fucking is quick; the fuck is with one goal in sight. He has to work now, he needs his dick to deliver the gifts in one night.

And so on it goes as the clock it ticks by, they each get their chance of a ride.
They'll all get the fuck of a lifetime just so long as he cums inside.

On faggot, on cumdump, on chaser, on bitch-boy.
On fuckmeat, on spunk-hole, on himbo, on fucktoy.

The holes have been gaped and all now are dripping. The night, it seems, now is done.
The Big Man is leaving, practically skipping, out before the rising sun.

His voice booms back through the air, even as he's lost to sight.

A MERRY POZMAS TO ALL YOU DIRTY FUCKERS! AND TO ALL A FUCKING GOOD NIGHT!

[JamesL100]

Bravo! And sleazy sexmas X

[hntnhole]

Well, all I can say is, somebody has a first-class understanding of meter as well as rhyming.  As to the morals, that too is first-class  !!!  

Well done, Loveitraw !!!!

[AlwaysOpen]

Ho! Hoe! Hole!

[plisken]

Oh nice