THE ELFIN CHRONICLES
written by BILLYBOB for Christmas.TyRain.com
November 22, 1998

PART THREE
In the cold of the North Pole, an elf has several ways in which to keep himself in good shape, most of which are not very fun. People do not realize how much it takes out of you making toys and doing all of the chores that are assigned to you when you work for Santa Claus. Even still, Michael had always loved to keep himself in good shape and more often than not, he could be found in the gym working out after putting in his share of work for the day. Michael wasn’t a body builder, but you could tell by the size of his massive arms and powerful chest that he had spent lots of time lifting weights. He exercised to keep himself in shape and healthy more than anything, but he couldn’t help but to smile when he posed in the mirror and watched as his muscles rippled across his smooth body. Michael was a very attractive elf as well, with a chiseled face and cropped black hair, he was the envy of several of the other elves. His piercing green eyes and powerful gaze only added to his rugged good looks and gentle personality, which made him very popular in the toyshop.

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Freddy Falcon and Ricky Bauer get into the Gay Christmas Holiday spirit at UkNaked Men.

Enjoy Ricky and Freddy at UKNaked Men.

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Chanticleer was named “the world’s reigning male chorus,” by the New Yorker magazine and gained popularity in the middle of the 1990′s due to it’s beautiful and at times haunting sound.

Based in San Francisco, Chanticleer has developed a reputation for its vivid interpretations of vocal literature from Renaissance to Jazz. With its seamless blend of male voices, they have earned international renown as “an orchestra of voices.” Listen to their magic.

During the 2007-08 season – their 30th year, the GRAMMY Award-winning ensemble is touring 22 states across the USA – including a visit to the John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts in Washington D.C., and New York’s Metropolitan Museum of Art. In January 2008, the ensemble will perform at prestigious venues in major European cities: Paris, Luxembourg, Bruges, Vienna, Prague, Budapest, and Vilnius.

I am planning on purchasing tickets for my friends and myself when they sing nearby in April.

Currently Chanticleer contains twelve men –

Back Row: [L to R]
Todd Wedge (Tenor), Eric Alatorre (Bass), Matthew D. Oltman (Tenor, Assistant Music Director), Gabriel Lewis-O’Connor (Bass), Alan Reinhardt (Countertenor, alto pitch), Michael McNeil (Countertenor, soprano pitch)
Front Row, (L to R)
Jace Wittig Cortez Mitchell (Baritone) , Adam Ward (Countertenor, alto pitch), Joseph Jennings, (Music Director, Dylan Hostetter (Countertenor, soprano pitch), Michael Match (Countertenor, soprano pitch), Brian Hinman (Tenor)

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EUROPEAN GAY CHRISTMAS
written by CATHAL McCEALLACHAN for Christmas.TyRain.com
November 5, 2000

PART FIVE
The story of Christian and Savvas continues

The shrill sound of a traffic officer’s whistle shocked me out of my memories. What was happening to me? It seemed like I was forever daydreaming since returning to the Netherlands.

Since the tram for the Opera House had already left, I decided to retrace my steps and slowly walked down the Damrak to the Dam Square, to the famous department store, De Bijenkorf. I stepped inside and was immediately immersed in the magic of the Christmas holiday season, with its wonderful music, happy, friendly people, and bountiful selection of gifts.While browsing in the men’s department, searching for yet another present for Savvas, I heard a shriek. “Chris! Chris! Is that really you?” It was Tanya, one of the Ballerinas I had danced with when still with the National Ballet Company. “You must come to see our version of The Nutcracker,” she excitedly exclaimed. “Jirri is dancing your part,” she continued hurriedly, not even stopping to catch her breath, “but I wish it were rather you!” She blushed. “He is GOOD, but not at all like you. Please say you will come,” she begged.

“I am waiting for my friend to arrive from Cyprus,” I responded. “If he arrives in time, we will be there.”

Smiling broadly, she told me two tickets would be waiting at the ticket office, then, with a quick hug, she was gone. That was indeed the Tanya I had always remembered, running at full speed with never a dull moment.

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Christmas on the Range
a Gay Texas story
written by BRODERICK THOMPSON for Christmas.TyRain.com
November 15, 2002
PART FOUR
I suggested we go back to the house first for breakfast and Chris agreed. He held onto my waist, gently scratching with his fingertips at my pubic area while we rode. I love an attentive and flirtatious man. I hitched Gus to the back porch rail and escorted my naked lawyer into the big kitchen, which takes up a quarter of the house. After pouring coffee and putting a slab of bacon into a skillet, I excused myself to shower off some of the horse smell.

Back in the kitchen, Chris had turned the bacon. He looked at me contentedly over his steaming cup. I remarked that maybe I smelled a little less like Gus now. He smiled, and placing his cup on the counter, put his arms around me tenderly. “I like the way you and Gus smell,” he said. He kissed my mouth with rising passion.

“Right now I smell bacon,” breaking away but not too abruptly, to face the stove and take up the sizzling meat.

“Yeah, we’ll eat. After that, I’ve got something for you.” His hands were on my shoulders, his crotch touching my butt, his lips nibbling at the back and side of my neck.

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At my old Gay Christmas.TyRain website in 1999
I presented a midi of Winter Wonderland.

Having a gay blog like TyRain, I get to share every day many hot looking nude men. Besides having the real slab of man-beef bedside – it is a fun hobby – what more could a gay man ask for?

At Christmas.TyRain in 2003 I presented a midi of White Christmas.

Sometimes I think that shirtless men are the true epitome of male sexuality, as we will never know what is hidden beneath the pants.

May you find your special stocking cock stuffer this Gay Christmas.

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EUROPEAN GAY CHRISTMAS
written by CATHAL McCEALLACHAN for Christmas.TyRain.com
November 5, 2000

PART FOUR
The story of Christian and Savvas continues

Arriving home, I found a note from Tineke saying that she had left for her country home near Maastricht, and that I was expected there for Christmas.

As we entered the Blue Salon, Ryan stopped dead in his tracks. He made comments like; “Is this really your home?” “Is this real?” “Am I dreaming?” Then he walked over to the piano, sat down and started playing all the familiar Christmas songs. I stoked the fire and then got us some hot chocolate. Then I took off my shoes and socks, and flopped down on the rug in front of the hearth, soaking in the warmth and the lovely music.

I must have dozed off, because suddenly I became aware of a hot naked body holding me close. I quickly discarded my clothes and there we were – ebony and ivory – enjoying each other’s bodies. He had a light brown, hard muscled but smooth body. There was no hair except for the dark curly patch around the dark half-erect circumcised cock and heavy dark balls. No foot long monster, just a normal one like mine.

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Christmas is the time for thoughts of peace,
Of holly leaves and mistletoe,
Of candles glowing warm and bright
Of two gay men embracing with love

With the United States incursion into Iraq,
My thoughts turn to the young vibrant soldiers
placed needlessly in harms way.

I can only imagine the young gay men dreaming of the
smell of gingerbread baking amongst the cock sucking
in foxholes and army pup tents.

Enjoy listening to soldiers singing Take Me Home For Christmas.

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The Santa Clause
written by JASON MONREAUX for Christmas.TyRain.com
October 18, 1999

“Where is that damn costume?” Marco screamed as he paced the floor of his office, glaring at the clock. He was a big shot corporate lawyer who was used to having people cater to him, and the situation he now found himself in was like nothing he’d ever before experienced.

His wife had “agreed” for him to be Santa Claus at a charity fundraiser without checking with him. Ever since she’d found him in bed with Dean earlier in the fall, she’d been “agreeing” for him to do things like this and then threatening to go public with her discovery if he didn’t go along. The hefty contribution she’d insisted upon to her Garden Club was tolerable, and the long weekend at her parents’ home was almost bearable. But this task was especially annoying for him because, always the consummate Grinch, he’d never really had time to be bothered by Christmas. And now he was going to be THE Santa Claus at the THE social event of the holiday season. He knew that his wife was enjoying the irony of this a little too much. She’d even drawn up an agreement for him to sign, calling it the “Santa Clause”. If he did this one last favor for her, she would forget all about Dean.

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EUROPEAN GAY CHRISTMAS
written by CATHAL McCEALLACHAN for Christmas.TyRain.com
November 5, 2000

PART THREE
The story of Christian and Savvas continues
The following morning was crisp and cold. I walked up the Damrak towards the Central Station, where I was going to catch a tram to the Opera House to see some old friends. As I stood waiting, my thoughts wandered back to old days.

Once again my past came alive. It was shortly before Christmas and we were practicing for the performance of The Nutcracker. The wind was howling around the corners, snow was whipping down the streets and it was terribly cold. It was about three o’clock in the afternoon as I got onto the tram. I was wearing my big black Coach-mans Coat – which was very fashionable that particular year. I had my tog-bag hanging from my shoulder. The tram was crammed with people busy doing their Christmas shopping. There was no seat available and I stood squashed in amongst the silent and swaying bodies. At one of the stops, a young Soldier got on the tram.

Loudly, with a deep American accent, he said “Hi! Can anyone tell me if this is the right Trolley to catch to get to this unpronounceable street?” He held up a piece of paper, while snapping the bubble-gum he was chewing.

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