Hey guys, Thanks so much for all the kind words and emails (and pics!). Sorry for the very, very long wait with this one; work has been crazy busy with a new job plus lots of interesting things have happened to me in the last year. This story is a Christmas gift to my loyal followers.
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Here are some stories about the adventures of an 18yo dumb jock... well, more like misunderstandings and accidents (note that I tried writing in a new perspective for this one and I think it works really well). By the way, his name's Tommy :)
"So are you wearing it?" His three buds grinned and looked around the table at each other. Tommy smiled wide.
"Of course I am guys; it was such a thoughtful gift. Thanks for the early Christmas present..."
Eduardo `Eddy' D'Angelo spoke first "No really man, come on, are you wearing it? We had to pool our money together just to buy it for ya and we wanna make sure you uh... you like it". Tommy rolled his eyes and stood, turning to his side and lifting his t-shirt. His sagging shorts confirmed it – there, underneath, was the waistband of a brand new jockstrap. It was Christmas themed, with candy canes and sprigs of holly all over it... and it was extra tight.
"I really love it guys, I just think... maybe it's a little small?" Turning away from them completely, Tommy emphasised just how tight it was by bending at the knees, making those big round asscheeks bounce under his loose shorts. Again Eddy spoke for the group "Nah man, it looks good to us... enjoy it!" The three other boys shared high-fives and finished their juices. "You ready to go get that photo now Tom?"
Tommy smiled even wider than before. Dad was a hard-ass, banning one of their most treasured Christmas traditions claiming that Tommy was too old. Lucky Tommy had such kind and considerate buddies, encouraging him, even insisting that he continue his annual visit to the mall. While Dad was off buying last minute presents, Tommy would get what he really wanted – a picture with Santa!
The four jocks tossed their empty juice cups into the trash and began walking towards Santa's Christmas Grotto. They grinned and jostled each other as they walked, four sets of teen shorts sagging, but Tommy's sagged the lowest. He didn't realise how quickly parents rushed their kids along at the mere sight of the tops of his smooth melons poking out behind him. The sound of carols and the sparkle of bright blinking lights let them know when they had reached the Grotto. Eddy smiled and shoved Tommy forward, until he almost crashed into a bored looking elf. The college-aged elf looked him up and down.
"Aren't you a little old for a pic with Santa, dude?" Tommy blushed; he wasn't expecting to meet resistance from an elf who would rather be at home banging his girlfriend. "Um... I... um... I thought... cos well..." Eddy jumped to his defence.
"Chill out dude, our buddy here just wants one photo, come on, let him through!" Tommy's three friends nodded vigorously at the elf, and even slipped him a twenty.
"Fine, what do I care... you're the last one for the day anyway, go nuts..." Tommy sharply drew in a breath – it was happening! Dad would be so surprised to see the photo! Tommy profusely thanked the elf and turned the corner, leaving his buds behind him... and gasped!
Santa looked different. Sure, he was surrounded by plastic candy canes and fake snow sprayed all over the place. And yeah, there was a red cap on his head, and he was wearing a velvety red suit with white trim where it should be. The thick black belt and black boots were also pretty standard. But... well... it wasn't just the belt and boots that were black. This mall Santa was black as night! Clearly with an African background, Tommy had never seen skin so dark. Santa' sat there with the same bored expression as the elf, one hand propping up his half-asleep head and the other lazily groping his red-covered crotch. Tommy quickly turned back to his buds – the elf was gone, and Eddy was behind the camera, giving him a thumbs up and gesturing for him to get in there. Oh well,' thought Tommy, one photo and then we can go home'. Mouthing thanks' to Eddy, he shuffled forward and cleared his throat.
Santa began speaking before looking up. "Ho ho ho, and what do you want for Christmas little..." He raised his eyes and found himself looking at a jockboy. At least a high school senior, the kid had a boyish smile and those wide eyes of someone who still really needed to believe in Santa. He looked behind the teen – yep, as expected there were his buds. Horsing around and goofing off with the camera. Probably dared the jockboy to do it. `Ah, fuck it... a buck's a buck!' The black stud sighed and loudly clapped both hands down onto his thighs. "Come on then, let's get this over with."
Tommy could barely contain his excitement! Walking over to the mall Santa, he stepped up to the throne and considered logistics. Little kids would fit on that lap with no trouble, but for him? It would definitely be a little trickier. As Santa watched with an amused smirk, Tommy gingerly lowered himself down onto one of those thighs, swinging both legs over the other side of the throne. He slid one arm around Santa's shoulders, turned and grinned at the camera. Santa roughly stuffed a candy cane in his mouth! Tommy squeaked. "Relax," explained Santa, "it comes free with the photo. Just suck it." Tommy nodded, Santa's big black paw still holding the candy cane in his mouth as he gently began sucking.
The camera flashed.
Tommy's eyes flew to Eddy's. Again, all he got was a smile and a thumbs up from his photographer friend. He rejoiced - it was done! He finally had his photo with Santa, to bring back memories of his youth and for Dad to place on the mantelpiece on Christmas Eve. Still, now that it was done he DID feel a little silly sitting on this black stranger's lap. He squirmed – climbing up onto this lap was the easy part; getting down would be decidedly harder. The red velvet was slippery and his sagging shorts didn't help. He squirmed again... and again... something felt odd underneath his bouncing boy butt... kinda felt like...
His eyes got wide – Santa was going commando! And... it was growing! Tommy looked at the stud and the mall Santa stared back with equally wide eyes. "OK kid, that's enough, you got your pic now get outta here..." Santa used both hands to gently shove Tommy off his lap... but Tommy didn't budge. They both looked down and groaned – they were faced with the reality of the situation. The crotch of Tommy's sagging shorts was snagged in that big, shiny, silver belt buckle. Santa grunted, "Come on kid, you gotta get off, seriously!" panicking as his strong hands manipulated the jockboy, trying to wrench them apart without ruining his rented Santa suit.
He spat out the sweet peppermint candy cane. "I'm trying..." squealed Tommy, but it was no use. The more he squirmed, the larger Santa's bulge grew, until a python of epic proportions was (thankfully) contained in those soft red pants. And the more tangled those shorts got - sagging and bunching, bunching and sagging, until two enormous smooth cakes of boy butt were exposed for all to see, framed in a Christmas-themed jockstrap. His pucker twitched.
Santa growled again "Don't move left to right, you gotta move forward and back, like this!" Grabbing Tommy's hips and roughly shoving him back and forth on his broad lap, the young jockboy ended up straddling the black stud, facing him. Santa sure was strong! Not wanting to fall off, Tommy wrapped his arms around Santa's thick neck and held on tight. Ass on display. Two big black hands on his hips, fingertips clutching his glutes. Obvious bulge under him. Smooth asshole itching without relief. Hugging his beloved Santa.
The camera flashed.
Tommy turned his head sharply – there it was, another thumbs up from Eddy. Well... maybe the photo doesn't look too bad... it might even be OK on a family Christmas card!' Tommy's thoughts were cut short as those hands continued pushing and pulling, Santa grunting, desperate to get this boy off his lap! Santa had problems of his own... his horsedick needed attention. LOTS of attention. And this holiday mall job left him with barely any time to release the pressure'. As it was, it had been five days since he last emptied his sack and to put it mildly, Santa's sack was FULL.
"Don't worry Santa – I have an idea!" The shy boy smiled, raising his hips until he was poised on that lap supported by his knees. Santa sighed. The kid was going to stretch up as far as he could to get free, even if that meant ripping his shorts. Good. He needed to get to the mens room and jack off before he creamed this suit and lost his rental deposit. But Tommy had another idea... Santa had said that left to right wouldn't work, and back and forth didn't seem to make a difference – what about up and down? With a forceful movement, Tommy slammed his exposed teen ass down on Santa's crotch and began grinding in a circular motion. The whites of Santa's eyes became visible and a long, low groan escaped his throat. Strong black fingers dug even harder into the jockboy's perfect pillow ass as the suited muscle stud began to sweat. Over and over the teen bounced, making his smooth globes jiggle like bowls full of jelly. Tommy grabbed tightly on to Santa's tunic and threw his head back for extra momentum. Besides, the velvet DID feel kind of good on his itchy cherry.
The camera flashed.
Santa decided enough was enough. What was this anyway, some kind of prank? A joke for these rich white boys to come and prick tease a poor mall Santa, just trying to make an extra buck to buy his own kids something good this year? Fuck it, I don't deserve this' he thought, and besides, with that ass riding my bulge and the velvet rubbing on my swollen knob, this aint gonna end well.' No longer caring if he got fired or not, Santa shoved the bouncing jock off his lap and onto the floor in front of him. Time slowed down. Tommy's eyes grew wide as he was launched backwards by the disgruntled mall worker. His shorts however were still firmly lodged in that mechanical buckle. His arms and hands flailed, his life flashed before his eyes – he was going to die by falling off Santa's lap and cracking his skull in Santa's Christmas Grotto!
Ever the lifesaver, Eddy's voice boomed loudly and as always, helpfully – "Grab on dude!" Tommy nodded in mid-air and grabbed the first thing he could – which just happened to be the thick black prop belt of Santa's velvet pants. As he fell, his shorts and the belt were dragged with him, until he crash landed on his wide-apart knees and his back arched (thank God for those gymnastics classes) at Santa's feet. His head was nestled between two incredibly rock hard thighs and something thick and rubbery was pushed right up against his face. Ever the polite young man, Tommy opened his mouth to apologise and found his mouth immediately filled with the strange fleshy tube.
Looking up, his eyes grew wider still.
By dragging down those velvet pants as he fell, he had unwittingly unleashed a beast. Pointing straight down towards his throat in a sinister downwards curve was the biggest, blackest, veiniest piece of meat Tommy had ever seen in his life! Above it was a sweating black Santa who looked just as shocked as him – it had all happened so fast! And now the poor guy's leaking uncut hog was in some teen's mouth right in the middle of the fucking mall!
Santa gritted his teeth and stared down at his own impressive prick, the first few inches now invisible, buried in a hot wet mouth. The soft flowing red velvet felt great on his junk all through the day, but when a jockboy was grinding down on top of it? It felt delicious. Add to that the sensation of fuzzy material stroking over his sensitive knob as the kid fell and Santa was trying hard just to keep his stud sauce safely in his tanks. Now... now what? The kid wanted to give him a blowjob for Christmas? No fucking way! Santa grabbed the little jerk's blonde head in both hands to push him off.
The camera flashed.
Drool was already spilling out of Tommy's mouth and beginning to coat the ebony monster half lodged in his mouth. His sticky pink lips were glued to this new `candy cane' and precum was already starting to spread over his broad tongue. Tommy took a deep breath through his nose and gulped – inadvertently inviting a mouthful of cocksnot to slide down into his stomach. He groaned softly at the disgusting feeling of the slimy texture travelling downwards and raised his eyes again to a very stunned, very pissed off Santa Claus.
Using every ounce of strength, Santa shoved him again – so hard this time that the tight-lipped vacuum seal broke and the unwelcome slab of black beef popped free from his mouth. The shove sent Tommy reeling backwards, his shoulders hitting the floor and his feet slipping out from under him, legs wide apart. The black god exhaled sharply in relief and choked his bloated donkey dong around the base with one fist – a foolproof way to ensure his sperm would stay inside, at least until he got home... but then... he looked down.
On the floor... completely spread... framed by a very tiny, very skimpy candy cane covered jockstrap... was a naturally smooth ass. Not just any ass, but the kind of ass you wanna slamfuck all night just to see it bounce. The kind that looks better when it's pink from repeated spanking. The kind you want to bite and lick and munch on until it is begging to be plowed. The kind with a perfect little cherry pucker nestled in between, a hole that you know would be impossibly tight, a hole that wants... no, NEEDS black dick. The kind of ass that makes you spew your load even when your cock has been barely touched.
And that's exactly what happened. With a defeated roar and his eyes glued on that winking, twitching pucker, stud Santa grabbed his dripping black boner with both hands in a futile attempt to slow down the impending storm. But a hose like that can't be controlled. All Tommy could do was lie there in shock, sneakered feet splayed way out to either side, as the first boiling hot jet of Santa sperm shot out of that black babymaker and painted a thick white line from his right temple to halfway down his t-shirt. Frozen in embarrassment and a little bit of awe, the onslaught continued with twenty additional shots of salty jizz, splattering his hair, his face, his eyes and (almost as if Santa was aiming) a shot or two directly in his slack open mouth.
The camera flashed. And flashed. And flashed.
The final rope, milked out by two slick black paws, hung in a silver strand from the tip of that awesome fuckstick until the strand snapped and fell directly downwards, hitting its target of that pulsing teen pucker. Santa groaned. Tommy whimpered. The camera flashed a final time.
Suddenly fearing the retribution for his actions (he DID need this job after all!) Santa yanked his pants out of the stunned jockboy's hands, hoisted them up and bolted towards the staff change rooms. The three boys ran forward, with the most concerned looks ever plastered on their faces.
"Damn that was wild man, you OK? In a million years, I never would have thought that would happen..." Eddy stared down at his cum-covered friend.
"It's cool," began Tommy, "accidents happen you know...I hope that guy is OK though... was pretty embarrassing for him to shoot his load like that".
Eddy helped the sperm-soaked teen to his feet. "Yeah, that guy must feel pretty foolish... hey Tom, just so you know, he ran off with your shorts."
Looking down Tommy realised Eddy was right – he was left with just his new jockstrap (so thoughtfully purchased by his best buds) and a t-shirt which looked absolutely drenched and smelled like a locker room. "Go and get him cleaned up guys, I'll wait here..." Eddy ushered the three of them towards the public toilets.
Tommy grinned and called back – "Don't forget the photos bud! That first one will be perfect but don't bother with the rest!"
Once the others were out of sight, Eddy smirked and slipped the memory card out of the camera. He hadn't lied – never in a million years would he have thought it could go so well! Once their principal saw the photos, Tommy would be off the team and he'd be their new star player, for sure. 'Sorry bud,' he thought, `but it was totally worth it'.
A strong hand clamped down on Eddy's shoulder, interrupting his thoughts. "Hey Eduardo, did you boys get all your shopping done? Where's my son anyway?" Eddy turned, smiling nervously at Tommy's Dad. "Um... Mr Hardwick... we didn't actually get any shopping done... we um..." Tommy's Dad cut him off. "It's OK Eddy; I know what you were doing." Eddy's jaw dropped. Did he? Could he?
Mr Hardwick continued, "I knew Tommy couldn't go a year without a photo with Santa. I guess I was being too harsh on the boy... but I do need a photo for the family Christmas card, and you know how I hate being in photographs myself..." Before Eddy could react, Mr Hardwick had snatched the memory card out of his hand and was grinning proudly. "One of these will do nicely."
Eddy made a split decision. He could either protect his buddy or...
"Use the last photo Mr Hardwick, it's the best. Oh, and merry Christmas."
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