Louisiana. Where a really good guy named Bobby lived. Well, I guess there were many good guys named Bobby in Louisiana, but this is the story of one of them in particular.

Bobby was well-known in his city, both for his ranch and for being a good person. Among Bobby’s many employees, there was Jesse. Jesse had been working on the ranch for a long time: he was just nineteen when he walked into Bobby’s office for the first time.

He was a boy escaping from his life and from a family who refused to accept his homosexuality. And Bobby pretty much acted as a good father figure and did what every father should do: accept Jesse for who he was. Jesse worked on the ranch for some twenty years, building muscle, growing stronger, not to mention a cute beard and some hot body hair: he turned into a rugged, sexy man.

As time went by, Jesse got closer and closer to his boss’ family: Bobby’s wife Patti and his daughter Christie.

Oh, Christie…

Jesse had felt connected with this girl, since the beginning.

He had watched her grow up as he was getting older. That red curly hair, those green eyes… Christie was as pretty as her mother and was as pure and good as her father. She had many friends at school, but nobody she felt as close to as Jesse.

It was tough when at sixteen, she fell in love with him and he could do nothing but tell her the truth. He didn’t think of her “that way” because he was gay. Jesse was Christie’s crush. She was sure they would get married when she finished high school. The girl cried a lot and refused to talk to anyone for a week.

Luckily, time healed her broken heart and everything got better. Until last year.

It was a cold day of February, when good ol’ Bobby passed away, leaving everyone in devastating pain. Getting back to life wasn’t easy for anybody in the family or on the rach since everything on the ranch reminded them of the man they loved so much.

Christie was in such a state of shock that she failed her senior year and had to repeat it in September.

The family ranch still had the trust of the investors, but nobody had Bobby’s business sense. Hard times were a-coming…

——————————————–

JULY

It was a warm night.

Jesse was getting ready to go home, thinking of his latest douchebag date and his terrible relationships, when he met Christie. She tried to act like she was strong, but she gave up right after a few words.

Her sad smile said a lot.

“I’ve been thinking about those things I can’t do anymore. I won’t make him proud of me, I won’t feel his hugs, I won’t hear his voice…”

She was about to cry again.

“Oh Christie,” Jesse whispered reassuringly, “Come here…”

Jesse hugged her and helped let the pain flow out of her eyes, as his hands tenderly caressed her hair.

“I miss him so much…”

“You’ll be fine. You’ll be fine, I promise. We’ll get through this.”

And then, she pronounced those words: “Thank you, daddy.”

Jesse felt uncomfortable.

“How did you call me?”

Christie looked embarrassed.

“I’m so sorry, Jesse. It’s just that… sometimes, you sound exactly like him…”

“Are you sure it’s just that?” he asked.

She looked away from him: “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I saw you come into this world and I saw you grow up into the young woman you are right now. I love you, but not as you might think.”

“I’m not thinking about anything. What do you mean?”

“Okay... I just really want to make sure things are clear between us because I really want to help you.”

The girl looked at him: there was a strange aura around them.

“Help me, then.”

Before saying another word, Christie had her lips on Jesse’s. He felt very strange about that kiss but even stranger about the fact he wasn’t doing anything to stop it. Then, he found himself responding to the intense embrace with even more intensity: his cock hardened in an instant.

Her lips and mouth tasted so good: his hands planted on her face, her hands running up and down the back of his tank top, caressing his hot body. Jesse was a gold star and he was about to lose that with a girl who could be his daughter!

“No… Wait a minute, what’s going on? Fuck that, no!”

The lights had suddenly turned back on, in his mind.

He was still breathing hard

“I… I can’t…” he said to Christie, interrupting the kiss.

“We can’t… Please…”

“Why not? It’s what we both want. Please…”

Christy kissed his mouth again, softly.

“Please, daddy…”

Jesse turned cold: “Stop it. This is not good. I’m not your daddy, Christie. Your daddy is a man who still lives in our minds, in our hearts. He loved you so much and I loved him a lot, too. And I will not disrespect his memory.”

The moonlight made his tears shine as he walked away, quickly. Once he got home, Jesse dived onto his bed: he was upset and felt guilty, his head was hurting a lot. He felt like his feelings were fighting his instincts.

It was not going to be an easy night…

——————————————–

DECEMBER

As time flew by, things didn’t get much easier for Jesse and Christie. But as the November page blew off the calendar and the first day of December rolled in, everyone on the ranch felt relieved. Jesse and Christie were friends. Sort of. But something was broken beyond fixing.

Jesse had hooked up with a few men since that kiss with Christie, but his latest date was a little more into exploration. His sex date wanted Jesse to try out his fleshlight. A pussy fleshlight. A very accurate reproduction.

“I thought you were gay...” Jesse was a bit confused

“I am. Okay, maybe homoflexible is the correct definition.”

“Sorry dude, but this ain’t my stuff.”

“Give me a chance, please. I’ll show you how it works.”

He started with a long, tasty blowjob.

Jesse was really excited.

“Now what?”

The guy positioned the lips of the fleshlight on top of Jesse’s cock and pushed gently.

His body reacted, as he growled arching his chest.

“You like that?”

Fleshlight rode the gay cock as Jesse’s mind projected Christie’s body moving up and down on his pole. He then remembered their steamy kiss and pretended he was fucking her tight pussy. Jesse had one of his best orgasms, ever.

At that moment, the gay guy from South Louisiana had the proof he wasn’t just a gay guy, anymore.

——————————————–

CHRISTMAS EVE

Jesse was working harder than usual on the ranch, because he needed to keep his mind as busy as possible if he didn’t want to think of sad stuff, like the fact that this would be the first Christmas without Bobby.

“Good morning,” said a creepy female voice behind him.

Jesse turned to see who was there.

“Good morning, Mrs. Monet.”

In Jesse’s mind, Mrs. Monet was the encyclopedic definition of a horrible person.

“It’s finally Christmas… Everything is so magical. I’m feeling like a better person, you know?”

“I’m sure you are, ma'am,” Jesse replied to her, politely but repulsed: “How can I help you?”

She smiled: “I wanted to inform you about tonight. I’d like to have you as a special… guest. For me and the other women of the club.”

“I’m not sure I understand,” Jesse was puzzled.

“Must disagree. I think you understood perfectly,” she answered, touching his crotch.

“With all due respect,” he said, pushing her hand away, “that’s not gonna happen.”

Her smile turned to an evil grin.

“Oh, Jesse… Did I say that I’d like to have you? I meant that I WANT YOU. You and your hard-working body will give us much pleasure… tonight. Or I’ll make sure this ranch hits the skids quicker than a summer-tired Oldsmobile in the middle of a New England snowstorm. And for the record... Patti has given me her blessing.”

Jesse was shocked.

How could she do that to him? He felt so betrayed.

“Bring a Santa costume,” Mrs. Monet was peremptory: “We can’t wait to… unwrap you.”

She left, as Jesse was speechless and horrified.

A few seconds later, a hate-filled voice reached his ears. A voice he could have recognized anywhere.

“I guess horny old ladies don’t make you feel as gay, huh?”

Christie had seen and heard everything. She was furious.

“Please… Let me explain,” Jesse begged her.

“Explain what!? The fact that you’re not attracted to me, but you don’t mind getting touched by disgusting bitches like Mrs. Monet?”

“No! Not at all! Listen to me, please!”

“No! I’m done listening to your lame excuses. I’m done waiting for you. I’m done with YOU!”

“Christie!”

Her pain was real but Christie desperately tried to hide it with anger.

“I don’t want you in my life, you’re fucking dead to me!”

Christie ran away as Jesse tried to reach her.

“I love you… In every way,” he shouted, but Christie was already too far.

Jesse had finally come to grips with the idea of making love to Christie, but apparently, it was too late. Once he got back home, Jesse looked through the garage for his Santa stuff: it had been a long time since he’d put it on. As desperate as he was, gym workout was still on his to-do list: Jesse kept thinking about Bobby and how much he wanted to save the ranch for him, for his legacy and for Christie.

Later that night, Jesse donned his Santa costume and threw some clean clothes in an overnight bag before heading out to Mrs. Monet’s Christmas party. As he was driving, Jesse thought about this absurd situation and how uncomfortable he felt: was he really supposed to go to that twisted party without clarifying things with Patti first?

She was his boss now, after all. Not Mrs. Monet.

He stopped the car, and parked in a very unconventional way before running to Patti’s house. An unusually cold wind brushed against his body and rushed over the naked skin under his clothes but this didn’t stop him. When he finally made it to the door and rang the bell, his breathing was choppy at best.

“Jesse. What are you doing here?”

Patti barely recognized him.

“I need to talk to you. Now.”

She let him in.

“Look, I know we’re having troubles and I know Mrs. Monet is a big investor in the ranch, but…”

He took a deep breath before continuing: “But I won’t be her hooker. I won’t. I’m sorry. I… I just can’t. And if you need to fire me, then go ahead.”

Patti was stunned.

“Jesse… What are you talking about?”

He looked at her. She had the same genuine eyes Bobby had.

“Mrs. Monet talked to me earlier today.”

Meanwhile, Christie was eavesdropping from the stairs.

Jesse went on: “She said the two of you agreed to hire me as a stripper and an escort for her club of bored women.”

“What? I never… that is not true! When we talked, we settled for a charity auction. She never mentioned something as despicable. I would never agree to anything like THAT.”

"So... You would never sell me to that... Witch?"

Patti took Jesse’s hands.

“Are you kidding? God, no! You’re part of this family. And I care about you.”

The two hugged.

“What should I do now?” 

“Well," the woman had things very clear in mind, "I suggest you forget about going over there. I'm gonna face her. She'll know what I think of her twisted plans.”

Jesse and Patti exchanged smiles as Christie came down the stairs, pretending she hadn’t been there all along.

"Hi, Jesse. Mom, can we have a moment?"

"Of course. I’m gonna go upstairs. Jesse, you're invited to our dinner, later"

Once Patti had left, Christie and Jesse shared an awkward smile.

“You heard your mother and I talking, didn’t you?”

“I did,” Christie admitted. “Enough to realize I was a fool to think you’d…”

He smiled.

"So you don’t think I’m a two-bit gigolo anymore, huh?"

Christie chuckled, embarrassed.

"I never really thought that, actually,” she replied. “I was just… really angry."

Jesse felt the impulse to kiss her but he stopped.

Then, he felt a sob building up in his throat.

“Listen,” he started, his voice sounded insecure.

“After our first kiss, I fought hard with myself. I’m gay, always have been. But your touch, your lips… I… they gave me sensations that I’d never felt before. And I think what happened is… I finally understand. I wanted to lose my virginity… My… second one… With you. But I don't... I'm ready for this experience, just with someone else. You're too important to me. Like… well, your mom said it herself. I’m part of the family. You are like a sister to me."

He was ready for her to cry, but she kinda looked relieved.

“Are you alright?”

She smiled.

“I’ve been wanting us to be together for so long," she finally said, “but only now do I realize it could never work.”

Jesse just stared at her, amazed.

“You see,” Christie kept talking, “we might have fantasies. We might have our first time together. But after the orgasm, at the end of the day, I’m still a straight girl and you’re still a gay man. I love you and you love me, yes. And I’d give everything to have a straight Jesse. But that wouldn’t be you.”

He smiled and gave her a sweet hug.

“So young, yet so smart. I’m so glad you understand! I do love you, Christie. You’ll find a boyfriend soon and he better be a gentleman. Or I’ll have to punch him out.”

She laughed.

“Okay, gay cowboy, all that virility shows you really are ready to lose your gold star.”

Jesse’s eyes widened.

“What? You know about that?”

“I might be young but I’m not that stupid. Now go, or you won't be back in time”

Jesse gave her one last kiss on the lips before leaving.

"See you later, Christie."

"See you later, Jesse."

*****

It was a very intense night, all Jesse could think about was needing a beer. Sex? He had to be realistic: looking for pussy on Christmas Eve was just as crazy as looking for cock on Christmas Eve.

He drove to the pub and, as soon as he parked, he found his next to impossible: a beautiful brunette chick, not older than twenty, arguing with someone on the phone. She didn’t notice him at first, but he certainly noticed her. Her coat couldn't hide her red and white lingerie.

Jesse parked close to where the girl was, took the Santa beard off and got off the car.

“Ok, then you know what? Screw you!” yelled the girl one last time before ending the call.

Jesse “casually” walked towards her. He was horny.

Their eyes met and they both smiled.

“Are you okay?”

“I'm not. My boyfriend is a lazy stoned cunt and won't come to my family's for dinner.”

The two kept looking at each other until he made the first move.

“If I’d have to pick a random moment for some random sex with a random person, this would be that moment and you would be that person.”

She smiled, horny: “ That's weird... But... Let’s fuck at your place, Santa.”

“Sounds cool!"

They left in his car.

As he was driving, the girl took his gay dick out of his pants, directly into her mouth and gave him the best blowjob ever.

“Holy shit, keep sucking! That feels amazing!”

Dangerously close to cumming, he managed to keep himself cold-blooded. Once they arrived at Jesse’s place, he took the girl’s coat off, roughly pulled her hair and kissed her wildly.

'Man, I never thought kissing a girl would feel so good...' he thought.

“What’s your name?”

“Vanessa.”

"Okay, Vanessa... Let's see if you've been naughty, or nice…"

He opened the door to his bedroom, picked her up and threw her on the bed.

“You’re so in trouble…”

The girl hesitated a little before picking up the roleplay.

"Can you at least tell me your name?"

"Well," Jesse, grinned, horny, “Everyone knows Santa has no name."

He caressed her chin as they made out again: "I'm Jesse... And I'm very, very, very nice to meet you..."

He gently pushed Vanessa down, face-up, as she could see him taking his shirt off.

Finally, his body was free, out of that stinky uniform: his chiseled torso was a bit covered in sweat.

"But for you: it's Daddy."

She giggled with excitement and he leaned down on her, kissing her once again: she was so pretty.

“Man, I can’t stop kissing you.”

His right hand grabbed her boobs, then moved down to her panties.

She had a nice wet pussy, he could tell.

Jesse pushed her panties aside and slid a finger inside her.

Then two, causing her to moan.

His gay hand nevertheless instinctively knew how to handle girl parts: she was so hot, losing her mind in his mouth.

“You're doing great. Get wet for Daddy.”

He added a third finger and fingerfucked her harder as his tongue kept worshipping her moans. She had a nice orgasm, Jesse could feel it. Jesse slowly took his fingers out and let Vanessa suck her pleasure from them.

“Let me taste you," he said, spreading her legs and diving his mouth down into those waterfalls.

He was eating his first pussy and damn, he loved the flavor!

"Please Daddy, keep eating! Eat me! Eat me like that!"

"WOOF," he growled, as he feasted on her pussy.

Then, the cowboy sat on the bed and took his pants off before taking out a condom. He was so sweaty, even before the real cardio activity. His spit fell on top of the protected knob and he invited Vanessa to sit on the hard cock.

As the good girl obeyed, taking Jesse’s important manhood within her walls, they both got very vocal at the same time. His cock was drenched in female liquid pleasure leaking down onto his balls.

He took her next to him and freed her boobs from the sophisticated lingerie. His gay tongue soaked every inch of her round and solid pieces of art as his hard tool drilled her hole with no mercy.

Vanessa couldn't help but lose nuts as she caressed his beard, his manly chest and the rest of his sweaty body, but Jesse quickly switched things around, lying against her body and fucking her in the missionary position.

She screamed wildly.

To tease her some more, he pinned her hands to the mattress and whispered dirty things into her open lips.

“I know you like daddy’s cock in your filthy, hungry pussy?"

Her eyes were wide open, no sound coming from her mouth.

"Oh, I can feel it drenching in your juices. I love how it smells, I fucking love it.”

“Keep... Keep doing me, daddy," she whispered as the most immoral of the prayers, "I’m gonna cum again!”

Jesse intensified the drilling and he smiled at her facial expressions when her pleasure reached its limits.

He felt her squirting all around his covered cock.

“Oh, God! OH, GOD! You’re so wet. You’re so fucking wet!”

He kissed her wild, as he was so close to the finish line.

"Baby," Jesse was whispering, too: "Daddy needs to cum so badly. Where do you want Daddy to cum?”

“In my mouth.”

"Your perfect, sinning mouth"

He slowed down as his breathing got even more ragged: just one more kiss would have resulted in cum.

"Okay... Okay..."

Jesse proceeded to pull out of her drenched pussy and took the condom off his hard, purple pole. He facefucked Vanessa until he unleashed his nasty cumshot.

“I'm coming!” he growled.

“Yeah! Fuck yeah! Daddy's gonna cum! Swallow every drop!”

His body was extremely sweaty, his mind was extremely satisfied.

He laid down on her beautiful body and they kissed for a long while, post-orgasm, not speaking.

“I have to go,” said Vanessa as their mouths took a break. “My boyfriend is still at home and I think he’s sorry enough. He's an idiot, but I kinda like him.”

She left the bed and adjusted the lingerie as Jesse kept looking at her.

Vanessa smiled.

“What?"

“I was a gold star… You’re my very first girl”

The hot brunette laughed, confused.

“Ok... Do you tell this story to every chick you fuck? Does it work? Cause I was here and you weren't gay, at all!”

“I’m serious! I’m gay but I had these fantasies about girls, lately. So... Thank you for this moment.”

Vanessa smiled: "Thank you for making me feel like a princess in wonderland. But now I have to go back to being a regular girl.”

“ Yeah... me too. Regular boy. I'm taking you back to the bar. Promise me, tonight you're gonna call your idiot and tell him you’re fine but no more his. And then... You will come back to daddy’s cock.”

Jesse smiled at his own words: if good ol’ Bobby could hear him!

But maybe, he did…

MERRY CHRISTMAS, TO EVERYONE