Nine-year old Jamie Piper couldn't understand how one minute, he was playing on his swing in the back yard, and the next, he was sitting on Santa's knee. Jamie Piper also couldn't comprehend why Santa was only wearing a large, turquoise pair of patterned Bermuda shorts, or why they were both on a beach, under a blistering hot sun.

"How did I get here?" Jamie, looking up at Santa's be-whiskered, ruddy face, asked.

Santa took hold of his piña colada, which had been placed beside him by one of Santa's elves, and took a sip through a straw, before setting the drink back down. "Ah!" Santa exhaled, smacking his lips after tasting the chilled cocktail. Santa replied, "Well, you see, Jamie, that's magic!"

Jamie looked confused. "But shouldn't you be at the North Pole?" Jamie asked, not unreasonably.

"Bah! Humbug," Santa said, as he belched out the words, "It's too darn cold to be there all year round."

Jamie, surprised at Santa's outburst, replied, "It's very nice… meeting you like this, and all that, but as far as I know, it's July. I'm really confused."

Santa replied, "Ho, ho ho! Don't be worried, little man. It's a perfectly ordinary thing for me to do. When I'm not working, I take a vacation, and I like to take boys on vacation with me."

Jamie became even more confused, "I can see lots of boys on the beach, all running about, playing games, building sandcastles, all the usual things, but I don't understand how I can be suddenly sitting on your knee, in summer, naked. And all the other boys are naked too!"

Santa replied with a loud "Ho, ho ho!", which shook all the blubber on his large, exposed body. "Every December, I and my magic elves and helpers, have an extremely busy time, checking the list once, checking it twice, to find out who's been naughty or nice. Of course, it doesn't matter really if a child has been naughty or nice, they receive presents from Santa just the same. No, that list is really to help me to determine who really is naughty, in their secret, sexy thoughts. The list helps me to find little boys who would be willing to satisfy me."

Jamie thought he'd better not shout, or better not cry, but he did pout, then asked Santa: "Is that why you're playing with my pee pee?"

Santa roared loudly. "Ho, ho, ho! Indeed it is! You, and other boys like you, are my reward for working my ass off every December, making sure I get what I want January through November. I have my own list of wants, and spirit them away to my island, here," said Santa as he looked around at his unwrapped, naked little gifts; each body glistening and gamboling in the sun. Santa continued to explain, "I take my pick of the 'naughty in thought' boys and bring them here, so they, and I, can enjoy each other. You, Jamie, are the last of my seventh batch, in July, to be magically transported here. Batch one arrives in January, batch two in February, and so on. Get the picture? Throughout the year, up until November, I play with my presents; all of them naked boys.

Jamie's little child brain thought carefully, before asking Santa, "I like it here, but won't I be missed by my parents? Won't they be worried? Or do they know this is what happens to naughty boys who have sexy thoughts? Are you going to keep me here? Do you take me home at the end of July?"

Santa replied with a big smile on his face, and a big erection that Jamie could now feel between his legs: "So many questions! It's all done by magic, Jamie. Yes, you are here for the whole of July… MY July, that is. In your world, time is suspended. When I return you from where I spirited you away, you will be back playing on your swing – which I brought you, incidentally – at the precise moment I took you. You and your parents will not know that you have been anywhere. And you, Jamie, will have no recollection of this extra, magic, July. All you will be aware of is that your bottom feels a bit sore."

Jamie smiled at Santa. Jamie liked the idea of being a very naughty boy for the whole of an 'extra, magic', July. "Thank you for the swing," Jamie said to Santa.

"That's quite alright," Santa said to Jamie, "Now, I won't talk anymore about 'Bah! Humbug' again. Instead, it's time I gave you an 'Ah! Bumhug'. Bend over and let me fill your body stocking."

Jamie slipped off Santa's knee and bent himself over between Santa's fat legs. Santa's Bermuda shorts magically disappeared, and Santa's big fat cock magically disappeared into Jamie's bum hole.

Jamie asked one more question, while Santa thumped away, "I don't see any girls here. Don't girls have naughty sexy thoughts? Are there any naughty girls?"

Santa huffed, and he puffed, as he chugged away in Jamie's rear end: "Yes, there are," he said between grunts. "They are on the other side of the island. Rudolph sees to them." 

The End