Free MEN, MUSCLE, and MAYHEM by Milton Stern

back and was stroking Sammy’s dick, which was springing back to life.
    “Every year, Nick … by the way, that is Santa’s real name … and I seek out a few individuals who have come into rough times and try to bring them some joy in the season. I have watched you since you were a child, always caring about other people, sacrificing your own happiness for others. You took care of your grandmother when she became ill with Alzheimer’s and took her into your home, and you gave up your life for her. I knew your roommate didn’t move out a while ago as you said. Your grandmother stayed in that room. Your grandmother died. While she was alive, your career suffered, but you didn’t care as she was more important since she raised you after your parents died when you were a little boy,” Marvin said as he looked at Sammy, who had tears in his eyes. “You took me in when you saw where I was living even though I was so mean to you these past few weeks.”
    “Was this a test?” Sammy asked as he placed his hands on Marvin’s muscular thighs.
    “Actually no,” Marvin said. “You weren’t going to be my subject this season. I was actually looking out for David, the store manager, but his heart is cold and made of stone.”
    “So why were you crying earlier?”
    Marvin looked away for a second, but his hand stayed on Sammy’s now rock-hard dick. “Because I was so focused on David, I didn’t realize how bad things had become for you since your grandmother’s death. While you were puttering around in your bedroom and I was unpacking my things, I sneaked a look at your checkbook. You have only eight dollars to your name.”
    Sammy turned away in shame, but Marvin reached up with his free hand and turned his face toward him. “Sammy, you have nothing to be ashamed of. I have spent three thousand years looking for someone like you to join Nick and me as we seek out those needing help and understanding. If you let me ‘join with you,’ you will be able to join us and become ‘one of the just,’ who gets to pick ‘the chosen’.”
    Sammy looked confused. “What do you mean join with me then join with you? Will I become like you? Like a vampire, the undead?”
    Marvin laughed, and his whole body shook like a bowl of gefilte fish in jellied broth.
    “What is so funny?”
    “Sammy, you read too many horror novels. No, you will not live forever. You will live a regular life, but that life will be far from normal, as you will have a purpose and you will spread simchas and nachas to those who need it,” Marvin said with a twinkle in his eyes. “So, shall we join in this purpose?”
    “Sure,” Sammy answered without hesitation.
    Marvin then slid down Sammy’s body until he was between his legs. He then lifted Sammy’s legs until they rested on his shoulders.
    “Aren’t you going to use some lube?” Sammy asked as he attempted to reach into the vanity.
    “No need, my cock will provide enough eggnog to make this very pleasurable,” Marvin said with a wink, and he aimed his recharged dick, which he stroked a few times to coat with the copious amounts of precum that was leaking from it, and aimed it at Sammy’s hole.
    “Wait … what am I doing? I’m not a bottom!” Sammy exclaimed.
    “You are now,” Marvin said and drove his big cock in to the root without hesitation.
    Sammy, who had braced himself for the pain, felt no pain, only bliss as Marvin proceeded to hump him for points. It only took a few minutes for them to come in unison, and it was the second hands-free orgasm of the night for Sammy. He shot so far that he hit his own face, and as he licked his lips, he marveled at how his own cum now tasted like … like … peppermint!
     

THE EDGE OF OBSESSION
    I had waited a long time for this.
    David had been the object of my affections for years, several years. I first saw his profile on Bigmuscle right after I joined up. I don’t know why I became obsessed with him. Maybe it was the fact that he would