A couple of days before Christmas the maids asked my mother to call the whole family together after supper. They wanted to wish us a Feliz Navidad, and they had a surprise for us, a very beautiful ceramic set of snowmen and Christmas trees which they and the gardener had made with their own hands. Each of us received three or four items, which made the full set when all displayed together.
One of my figures was the biggest one, a snow-white ceramic tree with shining colored ornaments glued to its branches. I remember it as being about 12" tall. The white tree shone with a lustrous sparkling glaze.
I was 14 and sometimes a little bit of an asshole. The tree had been given to me, and by damn I was going to keep it in my room. I put it on my dresser where I could keep everybody else away from it. My mother was constantly on my case about bringing the white Christmas tree back to the living room so it could take its place in the overall snowman scene. But I didn't feel like cooperating.
Just a night or two after Christmas I was laying in bed, getting my stiff boner ready for its daily exercise when my eyes caught sight of the tree. All the items in the set were hollow, with holes in the bottom. Suddenly I knew exactly how to assert ownership of "my" tree. I carefully brought the ceramic tree to my bed and proceeded to pump myself in a kneeling position. At the moment of truth I inserted my loaded prick into the hole, jiggled myself the rest of the way to ejaculation, and delivered a massive volley of loads deep into the hollow tree.
When my orgasm was over I lay the tree on its side so its liquid contents would not run out and make a mess.
Several days later the tree disappeared. The maids were packing up all the Christmas decorations and that included my tree -- AND its three- or four-day-old load of my jizz.
A year went by before I saw the white tree again. My mother had supervised the snowman scene, including the placement of my tree. The entire set stood proudly on a table in the living room, just where she wanted it, the focal point of the whole scene.
I managed to sneak "my" tree away and carry it to my room where I could shine a flashlight into the hole. I had to grin. The tree contained a strange yellowish, dried glue-like substance decorated with a fringe of delicate froth around the edges. Apparently my cum had fermented, producing the odd bubbly reaction!
I was highly amused by seeing my year-old cum. I would never be able to show the evidence to anybody, but that tree was most definitely "mine" even while it stood right out in public among the rest of the trees and snowmen.
Just a night or two after Christmas I was laying in bed, getting my stiff boner ready for its daily exercise when my eyes caught sight of the tree. All the items in the set were hollow, with holes in the bottom. Suddenly I knew exactly how to assert ownership of "my" tree. I carefully brought the ceramic tree to my bed and proceeded to pump myself in a kneeling position. At the moment of truth I inserted my loaded prick into the hole, jiggled myself the rest of the way to ejaculation, and delivered a massive volley of loads deep into the hollow tree.
When my orgasm was over I lay the tree on its side so its liquid contents would not run out and make a mess.
Several days later the tree disappeared. The maids were packing up all the Christmas decorations and that included my tree -- AND its three- or four-day-old load of my jizz.
A year went by before I saw the white tree again. My mother had supervised the snowman scene, including the placement of my tree. The entire set stood proudly on a table in the living room, just where she wanted it, the focal point of the whole scene.
I managed to sneak "my" tree away and carry it to my room where I could shine a flashlight into the hole. I had to grin. The tree contained a strange yellowish, dried glue-like substance decorated with a fringe of delicate froth around the edges. Apparently my cum had fermented, producing the odd bubbly reaction!
I was highly amused by seeing my year-old cum. I would never be able to show the evidence to anybody, but that tree was most definitely "mine" even while it stood right out in public among the rest of the trees and snowmen.
you sure did mark your tree. do you still have that tree? thank you sharing your great experience with your tree.
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