Kid Christmas Meets Snow Globes - Eric Arvin (2 page)

 

He let them pry into him more and more – one, two, three at a time – as he leaned with legs and palms spread against the wall. They greedily went to their destruction and slowly stoked an awaiting eruption inside Kid Christmas, one 10

 

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of ball-busting force. The sensation was driving the Kid half mad, but he centered himself (years of Tai Chi). With his nipples literally hard as knives, he cut a large circle into the wall. He finished the circular motion just in time. The last ice dildo was working its magic inside of him, and he couldn’t contain the pleasure any longer. With six powerful shots, the Kid knocked the carved circle out of the ice. He was free.

Kid Christmas collected himself, shook off the lingering pleasure, and stepped out of the cavern. He looked around.

He was on a mountainside, the winds whipping him something fierce. He wished he had remembered the throw he had awoken wrapped in, but he was not going to go back for it lest he should be molested by more hungry pricks. His eyes caught the gleam of the Claus 3000 sitting alone and unguarded in a clearing a few yards away. His naïveté finally wearing off, he sensed a trick. But still, the snowmobile was so very close. Perhaps he could get to it before a whole herd of Willies attacked him. (Not an entirely unpleasant notion.) He shook his head. “This is no time for fantasy. This is a time for serious thought. There are giant penises after me!” He headed toward the snowmobile. Each step put the life back into him. His chest muscles flexed and bounced, and his delicate areas swung and bobbed with full-bodied zest once more. Sure, they weren’t the size of Snow Globes’

hangers, but a fella can’t have everything, can he? He was blessed in other ways.
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The Kid almost made it to the snowmobile, but was caught in the clearing. The smooth voice of his new archenemy spread across the tundra, echoing from cliff to cliff. “Impressive,” Snow Globes commended. “You should get a prize for such a win. I’ll have to get me another Willie now.” (The Narrator recognizes the cheap joke.)

“A prize? Great. How about you give me my snowmobile, and then you give yourself up? We’ll call it even.” Kid Christmas stood at the Claus 3000. He had but to lift his thighs up and over and then sit his hard-worked bum down.

He could then rev up the snowmobile and get the hell gone.
The Santa suit was conveniently and neatly folded in the back.

“I guess this would be where I’m supposed to laugh wickedly. But let’s be completely rid of the clichés.” The slinky magnificence of Snow Globes seemed to form out of a nearby cliff wall. He walked with a seductive glare into the clearing. “Go ahead. Get on the snowmobile. You’re a big fella; stronger than me. Fly away. Or,” he brought an icy fingertip to the Kid’s chesticles, “you could stay, and we could get to know each other better. I’m not such a villain, as villains go. We could trade explanations: Your reasons for this; my reasons for that. What do you say? Wanna play acrobat?”

“Well, I suppose… I mean….” (Boing!) 12
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Snow Globes licked at Kid Christmas’ lips. He flicked his tongue quickly to the rosy pinkness of them. It felt to the Kid like the sudden touch of a cool mint snowflake. The Kid shuddered. Snow Globes’ hands traced over every striated muscle on the big man’s chest and stomach. He flickered and licked every inch of hot skin, right down to the Kid’s rigid South Pole (C’mon! Give that one to me… coming up with euphemisms is hard work!). The Kid leaned back helpless on the snowmobile.

“Not so small after all,” Snow Globes said as he collected the Kid’s dick in his mouth. The coolness was an unbelievable sensation for the muscular gift-giver. He was covered with a glorious blanket of goosebumps immediately.

Without thinking he spread his massive legs. Snow Globes grinned wickedly at the invitation, and at once pushed his icy prick between the beefy steaks. It went in quite easily for a couple of reasons: (1) It was ice and therefore slick, and (2) To be frank, the Kid was a bit whorish even before his fun…

er, battle… in the cavern.

The Kid’s trembling rants of delight echoed through the valley, shaking snow from mountaintops. Avalanches have been caused by less. He felt as if he would explode at any moment as the cold, cold cockhead jabbed continuously at the special hidden button to his joy toy. He seized in every direction, clutching at whatever he could clutch as the smooth, cold prick buried deeper and deeper. (Get it? The Kid was having fun.) He had never felt such a sense of 13

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helplessness in his life. He writhed and flopped, driving himself forcefully onto Snow Globes with great fury.
“More! More! Harder!”

He wondered if his shouts sounded weak, like he was begging. Then he realized, Of course, they did! Because he was begging. He wanted it all. Every bit that Snow Globes could manage to fit inside of him. He was the snow man’s bitch, and at the moment, happy for it.

Snow Globes’ huge balls bounced and jingled a frantic melody (growing more frenzied and confused by the second) as they pummeled the big guy’s ass. Amazingly, Snow Globes was able to lift Kid Christmas in the air with the strength of his steely love stick. This, at last, was too much for the Kid.

The Urge was imminent, and he realized that the same was true of his archenemy – and that might not be such a good thing. But it was too late.

The Kid shot six rounds of extreme gratification into the air, accompanied by six cries of defeat. Snow Globes had released a cascade of winter cool into the Kid, at once an ecstatic and paralyzing sensation for our hero. Snow Globes easily withdrew his weapon from the muscle hero’s rosyred bum and left the Kid lying in dumb pleasure and temporary paralysis on the snow. He twitched a bit and stared dreamily at the sky.

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“It’s like a brain freeze to the whole body, I’m told,” said the villain. “But much lovelier. That’s my parting gift for you.

Until we meet again, my darling.” Snow Globes bent down and gave Kid Christmas a kiss on the forehead. “I promise showier acrobatics next time. I’m quite flexible, you know.” The Kid watched helplessly as Snow Globes donned the altered red suit, geared up the Claus 3000, and flew off into the sky.

Our hero laid a-shudderin’ and a-moanin’, but fear not, his determination had only been sharpened. He’d stop Snow Globes, dagnabbit! One day. Once he could get up. Once he could move. He had to save the name of the Claus, after all.

 

He’d be unemployed otherwise, and in this economy – forget about it!

 

Next time, he promised himself, he would not be so stupid. Next time he’d cock-block the bastard right away. He wouldn’t even allow a kiss before he captured him, before he destroyed him for good.

…well, maybe just a kiss. But that’s it!
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ERIC ARVIN resides in the same sleepy Indiana river town where he grew up. After graduating from Hanover College with a Bachelors in History, he has lived, for brief periods, in Italy and Australia. He's survived brain surgery and his own loud-mouthed personal demons. The author of
The Rest is Illusion
and
SubSurdity: Vignettes from Jasper Lane
,
Slight Details & Random Events
is his first anthology of short stories.

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