Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and depicts sexual acts between consenting adults. Because of its pornographic nature, if you are under the age of 18 or it is illegal for you to view such things in your place of residence, please do not read any further. Enjoy, and Happy Holidays.
Well. It's that time of year again. You know. When snowflakes start falling, decorated trees suddenly sprout up everywhere, festive lights go up on all the houses, and some drunken jokesters break the copier at work while trying to scan their butt at the company holiday party. That's right. Tis the season. Fa la la la la la. It's Christmas time. You wouldn't exactly know it to look at my house though. I was the only street on the block that didn't at least have some kind of lit up snowman balloon on the front lawn. I hadn't managed to get a tree this year, and my home for the most part, looked like it did the other 364 days of the year.
It wasn't always like this. Growing up my family celebrated the Holiday Seasons every year without fail. We always had a big tree in the living room. Dad got the biggest one we could find, which usually meant the star at the top was tilted at an angle due to rubbing up against the ceiling. Nobody cared though, that was just Christmas at the Miller house. My cousin, George, and I, we were pretty close in age. We would spend hours speculating what Santa would bring us for Christmas. We bickered over who would have the largest, bestest, expensivest present, until our parents would tell us to knock it off and go play out in the snow.
Mom always prepared a holiday ham with all the fixing and sides. Aunt June brought over her famous apple pie. Dad and Uncle Harry would spend their time talking about the news, sports, and weather while watching whatever game they could find on TV.
Christmas Eve was spent with the whole Miller family together at my parent's place. Grandpa and Grandma would drive over from the other side of town and sleep in Mom and Dad's room. Uncle Harry, and Aunt June would sleep in the guest room. And my parents, the gracious hosts that they were, would take the couches in the living room. I remember asking my Dad one year if he ever saw Santa while sleeping downstairs. He smiled at me, with a slight wink, and told me that he was a good boy and kept his eyes shut when Santa came so that he didn't spoil Christmas for everyone. Mom would roll her eyes while in the midst of a conversation with Grandma. In retrospect, I realize now that she was rolling her eyes at what Dad had told me. Of course Santa is not real, but he wanted me to believe in Santa for as long as possible. I don't begrudge him the lie. It was a magical time in my life, and the idea of a jolly old man who brought you presents was a quick sell to any impressionable child. And besides, the fact that the cookies and milk were missing in the morning, was evidence enough for Gerge and I.
But life moves on. I grew up and eventually stopped believing in Santa. Uncle Harry passed away and Aunt June moved out to the east coast for work taking George with her. I later found out that George had hooked up with a questionable crowd and disappeared for many years, only occasionally dropping Aunt June a message to tell her he was still all right.
Grandpa died when I was in my senior year and Grandma followed him shortly there after, unable to go on without the love of her life. Mom and Dad stayed pretty much the same. They still made sure I came home for Christmas, and even though it was just the three of us, we enjoyed our time together like the whole family was there, recalling stories of past years.
When I graduated with my bachelor's in business, I landed a job up in North Dakota of all places. It wasn't the most ideal place to live ones life. Short summers and long, bitter, cold winters made for a lot of time indoors. It was very different from my life in the northwest where the occasional rain was the worst you had to deal with. Still, I made the best of it. In the first year at my new job I had managed to broker a deal with one of our clients that increased the company's profits by a significant amount. My boss, who hated me for showing him up, suddenly found himself unemployed. In that same week I got a nice promotion and raise to go with it. I worked really hard and continued to progress in the company over the years.
I tried to socialize as much as possible, despite working 60-80 hours a week. But in the end, the only people I managed to date were a few of the girls at the office. I didn't much like the idea of an office romance in the end though. Most of those relationships ended after the first date. As a result I never did get married, or did much socializing like normal people do. But I always made sure to come home for Christmas. Well, except for one year.
As I'm sure you can tell, this is where the story takes a bit of a darker turn. A couple years back I was working on a hard deadline. I thought I had all my ducks in a row before leaving on vacation. But at the last minute I got a report from our marketing department that completely changed the agenda of what we were trying to accomplish. With a heavy sigh, I called up dad and told him I wouldn't be home for Christmas. My parents were sad to hear it of course, but Mom gave me assurances that there was always going to be next Christmas.
I worked through the holiday and managed to complete the project by the skin of my teeth. The Vice President of the company offered me a slap on the back and promises of future compensation for my dedication to the company. A raise would be very nice, and maybe a promotion to a job where I didn't have to work so much. I wasn't holding my breath though. They liked me right where I was, and I knew I wouldn't be getting away from my job responsibilities anytime soon.
I went home that Christmas Eve from work, poured myself some eggnog, sat down in my comfy chair and checked my voice messages. "Hello, this message is for William Miller. This is Lieutenant Anderson with the Washington State Police. Please give me a call back as soon as you get this message. It is about your parents."
The eggnog nearly made it on the carpet with how quickly I slammed the glass down. I jumped out of my seat and dialed the number the man had left. An older snarky sounding woman answered the phone and I asked to speak with Lt. Anderson. "Hold please." I waited on hold for what seemed like an eternity. All the time wild thoughts flew through my mind. I could only imagine why a police officer would be calling concerning my parents, and none of my theories were good. When the officer finally came on the phone he asked me to verify who I was. I gave him my name and asked hesitantly why he had called about my parents.
"Mr. Miller. I am sorry to inform you that both of your parents were involved in a car wreck earlier today."
"Are... are they okay." I asked, my throat having gone dry and a tear forming at the edge of my vision.
The officer took a deep breath and continued carefully. "Mr. Miller. I am so very sorry. They didn't make it."
I sat back down and went numb. I know the officer continued to tell me what happened. I know that I asked some questions and wrote some stuff down. But for the life of me, I don't remember much else about that moment. My world was suddenly shattered. In a instant, I went from being on top of the world to feeling very much alone.
That year went by like a thick fog in my mind. The bodies had been buried immediately per my parent's wishes. In spring we held a memorial service at their gravesite. Many people were there, but Aunt June was the only family I really had left. She hugged me, and cried with me. We spoke of many memories, and how life was unfair. June encouraged me to find someone to share my life with. To find a love like my parent's had. She knew I was going to be more alone now than ever. She had to fly back to the east coast and I had to go back to North Dakota.
When I returned home I did not heed my Aunt's advice. Instead I threw myself into my work with a passion. My job became my life, and I was good at it. Within less than a year I earned another promotion. They decided to start up a satellite office in Boston and asked me to develop the team that would be working out of the new office. Seeing it as an opportunity to get away from old memories and to pursue something new, I took the job without hesitation. Of course it came with a nice raise, company car, and I had myself a nice little house in the suburbs where I could start my own family, If I ever managed to meet anyone.
All of my time was devoted to my job. Any free time that I had went to sleeping, eating, and the occasional workout at the gym, another attempt at trying to be social. Lately, I have taken to watching porn at night. Some people have their booze, others have their drugs, my form of escapism is jacking off before I go to bed.
So here it is, Christmas Eve. I had actually taken the day off for once. My boss called to check if I was alright, fearing I might be succumbing to some sort of holiday depression. I simply told him I needed a day off every now and than and even managed to make it sound like a joke. He laughed in reply and told me I should take a month off, I had so much vacation on hold.
When I finally got away from the phone I spent the day making a holiday ham for myself. I got all the fixing, just like mom used to make. I even called up Aunt June to have her walk me through making the apple pie. She admitted to me she used to just buy an apple pie at a restaurant on the way over to our house, and we had a good laugh about that. We started to reminisce a little bit and she even offered to come up and see me Christmas Day. I politely declined and she dropped the matter all together. We were both still a little raw over the loss of my parents, and we were both kind of introverted that way. We just needed to spend some time by ourselves.
I finished making dinner and setup the table to eat. Almost instinctively I started putting out settings for three people. I caught myself though and just pulled out one plate and set of silverware. The meal was great, the wine was good. I ate, I drank, I was not merry. I thought about maybe putting up decoration but realized that Christmas Eve was kind of late to make that happen. And when would I find time to take em back down anyways? I tried to entertain myself by watching some holiday classic movies, but almost everything that was on TV included some kind of family, a family I didn't have. So TV was a bust. I tried reading some but after the first couple chapters I realized that I would only read the book this once and probably not pick it up again for several months.
Finally, I concluded that there was only one thing I really cared to do. It was getting late, Half past 11pm. I could see snow falling outside the living room windows as I got up and stretched. I walked back to my office and sat down in my cushy chair. I unzipped my pants, pulled down my underwear, and let my dick pop out. It was already semi-hard having anticipated watching some hot porn. I started up the computer, and within five minutes I was browsing some random adult tube site with various videos of muscular men fucking n' sucking.
Lately I had taken to watching gay porn. I never really considered myself to be gay. But than again I didn't feel like there was nothing to say I was definitively straight either, having had limited experiences for my entire life. I just figured, hey, whatever gets me off so I can go to sleep. I found a particularly interesting one. Two men with tight, bulging muscles flooded the screen with their bodies. They were kissing each other, feeling each other up like two lovers in heat. Obviously it was just for show, but I was into the illusion of it. I immediately noticed that they both had nice round butts and big dicks. I don't know what it is about the bubble butts and the big dicks, but every time I see them I either want to bury my cock in the former, or suck off the latter.
The two men both traded off now at sucking each other's cocks and that really got me going. I had put some lube on my dick and was now stroking away with practiced ease. Holding back on my climax but keeping myself hard while I continued watching. They began playing with each other's asses, going from licking the dick, to the balls, and finally to sticking their tongues deep in the other guys hole. I put my other hand inside my briefs and started playing with my anus. I didn't really go for penetration, just the sensation of caressing my own pucker was enough to nearly make me cum.
As the scene progressed, one guy laid down on a sofa while the other guy straddled him. The man buried his cock deep inside of his partner's bubble butt while the partner held his butt cheeks apart, riding that cock like a pro. He moaned and cussed as he bounced himself up and down on the cock. At one point he started rocking his hips from side to side in a circular motion. This got me really excited and I could feel the pre-cum on my hand. The scene changed about half way in and they traded spots. The top was now laying on the floor, and the original bottom was now riding him hard. He held him down with a body hug and slammed his hips into the guys ass making a loud slapping sound as he did so. The guy on the floor yelled, cursed, and moaned with ever thrust. He looked up at the camera with his mouth open and his eyes revealing what was going on. Oh god, he was really into it. This guy wasn't just getting paid, he was loving it. That was it. As the two men kept up their sweaty, grinding pace, I jacked off all the harder. About the moment that the new top came inside his buddy, I sprayed my jizz all over my shirt and even got some of it on my face.
I sat back in my chair and let out a loud sigh of satisfaction. The men on the screen were now licking each other's cum up. I began having thoughts of trying out the taste of my own spunk when suddenly I heard a loud clatter. I froze in place. Several seconds passed by. Did I imagine it? Nope, there it was again. I could hear something upstairs, which was disconcerting since I had a one story house. I must have imagined it, but than the sound came again. I could hear the footsteps across the roof and whoever it was seemed to be heading to the other side of my house, where the living room was.
Great, some holiday prankster must have decided to get their kicks off tonight. Probably wasn't a thief since no one was stupid enough to try and rob a home on Christmas Eve. Than again, if anyone paid attention to my comings and goings, they might be able to figure out I spend most nights at the office. I got up and put my pants on, quickly wiping the jizz off my face and shirt with a tissue I grabbed the closest thing to a weapon I could find, a swing line stapler. I slowly walked down the hallway with that piece of office equipment in my hand, wielded like a club. When I came to the end of the hallway I peeked around the corner to see if anyone had made it into the house. There didn't appear to be anyone in the room. But something was off. I couldn't quite place my finger on it.
I entered the room cautiously and kept my eye out for anything suspicious. Perhaps it was because I was so sure that at any moment some burglar was going to jump out at me that I failed to recognize all the decorations. There was a tree in the corner of the room by the windows. Grandma's nativity was setup on the mantle of the fireplace. The house smelled of pine, and there were actually presents under the tree. There was also the smell of baked gingerbread, and the room felt very cozy despite the lack of any fire in the hearth. I walked over to the tree and looked at the decorations in wonder. There were decorations on that tree that I had not seen in years. Decorations I had thought lost to garage sales and misplacement. In the middle of the tree, hanging off a branch that almost seemed to reach out to him, was a silvery jingle bell. I cupped the bell in my hand and with the little movement the bell chimed pleasantly like a forgotten memory.
"Merry Christmas, Will."
What happened next was quite possibly one of the strangest moments in my life. For some reason the voice didn't startle me like a stranger's voice who did not belong in my home should. The voice sounded like that of an old friend, someone who I had not seen in a very long time. I turned around to see who spoke and my jaw just about hit the floor.
Standing before me was... well... It was Santa alright. But not the Santa Claus that Coca Cola cashes in on every Christmas.
The man who stood their had a short trimmed, white beard and what appeared to be an equally creamy clean cut hair-do hidden beneath his velvet red cap. He wore black leather boots lined with fur. He held a bag of presents over his shoulder by the string, and upon his face was the most welcoming smile I had seen in a long time. The comparison ended there. Instead of a velvety red jacket, Santa was bare chested, with only curly white hair to protect him from the elements. That big belly like a bowl full of jelly was no where to be seen, for Santa had the most delightfully chiseled six pack abs accompanied by a nice V-shape where his legs met his hips. Oh, and his legs were equally absent of any covering as well. They were coated in nice thick white hair as well. Not content to be absent the entire get-up, Santa kept things slightly modest with a red silk string bikini. The bulge that filled that pouch spoke of bountiful holiday cheer.
Now let's get real here for a second. You got a nearly naked guy with a stripper Santa get up that just shows up in your house out of no where. Your average person would either respond by calling the cops or running out of the house for their dear life. But for some reason, all logic seemed to disappear at that moment. I felt like a kid again. This was Santa Claus. How could it not be? He had the bag of presents. It was past midnight which meant it was Christmas Morn. I should be asleep in bed but here I am still up... being a naughty boy I might add. And here he is. Santa Claus. It just... made sense for some reason.
"Santa?" I asked hesitantly.
Santa could see the uncertainty on my face and let out a big laugh. "Yes Will, it's me. No, you are not imagining things."
I let out a laugh, my disbelief still trying to hold back my child like optimism. "So... you are really him. You are the real deal. You... are..."
He nodded with a wink and a grin. "Yes, I am Santa Claus."
"But, you look so..."
"Sexy?" Santa finished.
I couldn't believe Santa just said that. When you are a kid, grown ups don't say such things to you. But than again, I wasn't a kid anymore. I just stood there for a while with my mouth open on the verge of either laughing hysterically or running back to my office where I could lock myself in and call the police.
"Will. I'm gonna be real honest with you here. If you don't close that mouth, I might fill it with an early present." He grabbed his crotch and gave it a squeeze as he winked at me.
Oh... my... St. Nick. Part of me wanted this to be real. The other part of me screamed to get out. "You... your nothing like."
"Nothing like the Santa you remembered growing up?" He said with a jolly tone to his words. "Well there is a reason for that." He offered.
"Okay." I said. "I'll bite."
"Please?" Santa let out a giggle and it took me a second to realize he was flirting with me yet again. He set down the bag of presents carefully and strolled over to my cushy chair. "Mind if I have a seat?"
"Umm... Go right ahead." I took a seat on the couch opposite him and just continued to stare."
"So... you expected a fat man, with a long beard, and red velvet jump suit right?"
I nodded. "Yeah, that kind of goes with the territory."
"Well." Santa continued. "I'd like to tell you I've been working out, but the truth is a little bit more magical than that."
"Magical?" I interjected. "You mean like, some new kind of plastic surgery or liposuction?"
"No, no, no." Santa replied. "Go back to when you were a kid. Everything around you was fantastic. You could make anything come alive with just your imagination."
I thought back to playing with my toys. George and I would setup elaborate battlefields with every toy we could find and than go to war with one another. To me, it was real, but looking back it was all just pretend. "Okay, what does that have to do with you?"
"Well, like all things magical, my physical body is sympathetic to your desires."
Suddenly I felt a little sick. The reason why Santa Claus looked like some kind of muscle daddy out of a gay porno, was because I had just been watching two dudes banging each other earlier. "So, what you are saying is..."
"I have more than one bag of presents for you tonight."
Oh dear Kris Kringle. Santa was offering himself up to me. What the... this is crazy. "You are serious? You are here to... have sex with me?"
Santa stood up. His package swinging with his every movement. It was starting to go from soft to slightly firm, hinting at something I really didn't think I was prepared to handle. As he walked by me to sit on the couch next to me I copped a look at his butt. The fabric of his bikini was creased in the center, disappearing into his butt crack and accenting the curvature of his nice, round, perfect bubble butt. If I wasn't hard before, I was now. My dick betrayed me in an instant, and my pants felt uncomfortably restrictive.
Santa sat down next to me and put his arm around me. Without saying a word he grabbed me bodily and pulled me on to his lap like I was just another kid. I felt myself really getting into this. I decided that either I had passed out from my jack off earlier and was now having the best dream ever, or I really was getting the best fetish present a man could ever get on Christmas. Santa leaned in to whisper into my ear with a deep, gruff voice. "Tell Santa what you want for Christmas."
Going with the moment I decided to blurt out what I knew he wanted to hear. "I want you Santa."
Santa started rubbing my crotch with his big hands, he whispered once again in my ear. "And what do you want with me?"
"I. I want to have sex with you." I answered willingly.
I felt him reach under my butt and begin to massage one of my cheeks with his hand. "Tell me what else you want from Santa."
"I... I want your cock."
"Go on." Santa encouraged."
"I want to suck it, and ride it. And I want your ass too. I want to fuck you."
Santa smiled. "I think I can grant those wishes."
Suddenly my clothes were gone. The only thing I was left with was a tiny pair of silky green briefs. I realized that while my package was still barely contained at the front, there was nothing in the back. My ass was completely available for whatever came next. Santa grabbed me by the chin and locked his lips with mine. Our tongues collided, finding each other, exploring one another with vigor. I found myself sucking and biting on his lower lip and he let out a lower growl. I could feel his cock swelling against my thigh, rubbing up against me through the thin fabric of his bikini. I decided to reposition myself and straddled the jolly man. I rested the crack of my ass on his crotch and began rubbing it back and forth. Santa's dick responded almost immediately. I could now feel his silk wrapped meat not only pressing up against my butt, but I suddenly realized that the tip of this monster was reaching up passed my ass and to the tip of my lower spine. I looked behind me while I continued to rub my exposed ass along the fabric of his solid pole and gasped.
The first thought that crossed my mind was how I would ever get that monster in my ass. I had seen erotic cartoons and art on the internet that depicted gay men with unreasonably large cocks fucking each other. Obviously it was not plausible, but hey, this was Christmas. A wicked though crossed my mind and I looked back at Santa.
He was obviously enjoying the attention his dick was getting. He had started fondling my own muscled chest and running his hands over my body, including giving my ass the occasional squeeze and slap. "Santa."
"Yes?"
"Have I been a good boy?"
Santa let out a chuckle. "Will, you've been a little bit naughty, and oh so nice this year. Just like I like it."
"Than can I ask for another present."
"Hmm." Santa thought for a moment. "I am feeling pretty generous tonight. I'll give you whatever you want, within reason."
"Well, you said that you are magical, right?"
"Yes, Will my boy. And I like the magic you are using on me right now." As if to punctuate what he just said, Santa poked his covered cock at the entrance to my ass sending a tingle of energy through me.
I looked down and realized that I was pretty smoking hot right now. I was a good looking guy to begin with, but it seemed like every feature of his body was exaggerated in sexual idealism. I silently reflected that I might make a good porn star if I ever decided to quit my job.
"Santa. Just how big does that cock of yours get?"
"I told you before my body is a reflection of your desire. How big do you want it to be?"
"Look into my mind and see." Will answered. At that very moment he had a picture in his mind of a cartoon he once saw where the guy's cock was so thick and long that it slapped up against his chest when he was being fucked from behind. Suddenly the same tingling sensation from earlier spread all over his body and underneath him as well. He looked back again and now he found himself rubbing his ass against a truly monsterous cock still veiled in the magical silky red fabric of Santa's bikini. Santa also had two large balls the size of apples to accompany his new growth. But that was not the only change. I suddenly felt my chest swell out. My pecs had become bigger, more muscular. I felt my own ass swell and felt the flexing muscle under each cheek. Santa slapped one of my cheeks and it jiggled nicely. Looking down past my swelling pecs, I could see now that I had grown a pretty big boner. Not quite as big as Santa's for sure, but my own dick now appeared to be a solid foot if not longer.
"Oh wow, this is... this is fucking amazing." I let out with pure joy. I leaned in and smothered Santa with a long passionate kiss, all the while grinding my ass up against Santa's cock. I stood up and ran my crack up and down the length of his massive meat pillar.
Santa broke off the kiss and whispered breathlessly. "It's time for your first gift, take off my bikini."
I stood up and stepped off to the side of Santa. I realized that getting that magical string bikini off of Santa might be hard with how big of a dick Santa was sporting. Just when I started contemplating maybe having Santa shrink back a bit, two small bow ties appeared along the strings of the bikini. Santa winked at me and I eagerly pulled the knots loose. When I took off the bikini it reverted to a more normal size. I stood back and got a good look at the cock that I planned on riding. It was really way bigger than it needed to be. I realized that there was no way to get that huge cock up my ass or even in my mouth for that matter.
"Don't worry about it." Santa said, having read my thoughts. "It's all magic remember. You'll get to fully enjoy this cock tonight." He said while waggling it back and forth with the shake of his hips. Now take a look at your first present."
"I thought I was already looking at it." I said.
"No, you naughty boy. In your hand."
I looked down at that small string bikini in my hand. It really was a sexy piece of underwear. It felt so soft and silky smooth. It was also very tiny. It never should have fit Santa's thick cock and bulbous backside. "You're giving me your underwear?"
"Not just any underwear. That bikini has magic in it. With the amount of times I have cum in it, it should be able to fly the sleigh itself every year, but than I wouldn't be here tonight with you."
"So what does it do?"
"When you get lonely, and you need a good fuck buddy, put them on and think really hard about me."
"Okay." I said. "Then what?"
"Well, one of two things will happen. Either I'm nearby and can cum satisfy. Or I'll send someone special your way."
"Really, you would come fuck me again, even when it's not Christmas?"
"Hey, what else am I gonna do the other 364 days of the year. Make toys? I got hired help for that."
We both laughed and I set the bikini aside on a table. "Alright, Santa. I am ready for my next gift."
Santa pointed his finger at me and yanked it back with a come hither movement. The backless brief that I had just been wearing tore off of me and disappeared into thin air. My now engorged cock slapped hard against my belly with the suddenly release and left a dot of precum above my belly button.
Santa stood up and I walked over to him. I grabbed him by the cock, pulled it down and put it in between my legs. I finally got to the point where I was chest to chest with him. My arms wrapped around his neck and his arms wrapped around my back. I felt my cock being tickled by the thick hair covering his abs. I brought my legs up off the ground and sure enough, I was now sitting comfortably on the length of his cock, bouncing lightly in the air.
"Santa." I said.
"Yes, Will?"
"Merry Christmas." Santa smiled greatly and squeezed me close to him. We kissed each other for a long time and I came.
"Sorry." I looked a little embarrassed.
"Don't be silly. There will be more cumming before the night is through. I'll make sure of that."
While still holding on to Santa around his neck and riding comfortably atop his shaft, he walked me to my bedroom. The same decoration magic had happened in their as well. The bed spread had become a creamy gold color lined with white fur. I smaller Christmas Tree stood in the corner by the dresser. I laughed at seeing all the small dildo and but plug ornaments hanging from its boughs. Beneath the tree was an assortment of cock rings, bondage kits, real flesh replicas of everything from hot masculine asses, to a pair of tits with a mouth on top. There was even a full sized love doll resting against the wall with big tits, a nice curvaceous ass, and a detachable cock and balls.
Santa laid me down gently on the bed with his cock still under me. I felt every vein of it pulsing along my back. He slowly stepped back from me and slid the cock out from behind me. I felt the tip of his cock leave a trail of precum from between my shoulderblades all the way down my spine. As he stepped back far enough the cock head forced its way up through my crack and for a moment stopped at the entrance to my anus.
Santa stopped there for a moment and grabbed his meat. "Oh, you've been such a good boy Will. I'm goona open up that ass for you tonight and show you what it means to make love." With that he stepped back a little further and his cock popped up in the air, sending a small spray of precum across the bed and my body. Each drop made my skin tingle and I suddenly felt my ass opening up, getting ready to invite that jolly giant in.
Santa lay down on top of me, his cock pressed up against mine and began kissing me slowly. Every move of his tongue and lips was purposeful. He made his tongue dig deep down my throat, like he was sticking a cock in there. I began rubbing myself up against his body, grabby his ass cheeks and grinding my pelvis in to his. I could feel our balls rolling around down there, caressing one another as I swiveled my hips back and forth. This was apparently more than Santa could bare and he finally shot his load.
The problem with a big dick like that and equally big balls, is that you tend to get buckets of cum when you ejaculate. And with Santa's dick pointed straight up at our faces. Both of us suddenly found ourselves covered in hot sticky cum. That was okay though. This was all part of the fantasy for me. I immediately went to work licking the cum from my lips and lapping up the cum on Santa's beard. He started working away at my face as well. We spent the next several minutes giggling together as we swallowed together what must have been a half gallon of cum.
By the time we were done, Santa was hard again. He left enough cum to slick up his dick with a thick coat. He also began working some of that cum into my ass as well. Despite being a virgin, feeling the penetration of his thick fingers did not hurt at all. In fact it filled me with the most intense pleasure I have ever experienced. The moment that he popped the first finger in I immediately shot my load all over the bed and my body. Santa didn't say a word. He simply smiled and scooped up my own cum to futher lube up my hole. Each time he thrust in with his fingers I felt my ass willingly give way more and more, as if inviting in an old friend. When Santa was satisfied with loosening me up he told me to flip over. I obeyed. He got on top of me and slapped his massive cock against my cheeks and back. He leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Are you ready for your second gift, my good boy?" I just moaned my reply. "Tell Santa again what you want for Christmas."
"I want your cock." I moaned into the bed sheets.
"Tell me again. What does the good boy want for Christmas."
"I want Santa's cock" I said. This time with my head raised from the pillow. I sensed the bed give way as Santa stood up. I looked back and could see that he was now taking aim with his meat at my quivering hole.
"Will." Santa said with a husky deep voice. "Tell Santa, what you want the most for Christmas this year. Tell me want you want more than anything."
"I want you to fuck me Santa. Fuck my good boy ass. Make it your own. I want ever ounce of your cum inside..."
My breath suddenly disappeared with a gasp. Santa thrust the head of his cock inside of me and began slowly pushing it all in. I squirmed beneath him, not in pain, but in pure unadulterated pleasure. I found myself screaming and moaning. "Oh fuck yes. Keep going deeper. Don't stop. Put it all the way in. Oh your cock. It's so huge. Ohgodohogod. Oh god! Don't stop. Please don't stop." Every inch was another wave of magic shooting across my body. I could feel my muscles heat up. My ass felt like it was actively pulling Santa's cock inside. My round cheeks hugged onto his meat like their very existence depended upon it. When I felt the fur of Santa's pubes resting gently against my cheeks and his balls rubbing up against my own, I let out one final gasp.
I was breathing so hard, as if I had just run a marathon. I was in such ecstasy that I had not realized I had cum once more and was already hard again. Santa rest himself on my back, bringing his legs up along either side of my hips. He wrapped his arms around my chest embracing me with a loving hug. He than leaned in and whispered seductively. "I'm gonna fuck you now."
And than the real pleasure began. I had never felt anything so intense in my life. Every part of my body resonated with the magic being visited inside of me. Santa simply pulled his massive cock out slowly a couple of inches, and than with one quick thrust, shoved it all the way back in. Each time he pulled out a little farther, and a little faster. I got to the point where I was timing my breathing with his thrusts. When he got fast enough I started breathing every other thrust and than every other three. And than I finally gave up when Santa just really started plowing into me hard.
I could hear the crack of his stomach slapping into my ass. The sensation of his balls colliding with my own, over and over again was maddeningly erotic. The grunting sound he breathed in my ears drove me wild as he occasionally kissed the side of my face and playfully bit my ear. I reached the point where I started feeling like I could even take control of the situation a bit. I started to participate in being fucked by grinding my pelvis into the bed when Santa pulled out and than shoving my ass back at him when he thrust in.
"Oh yeah" I heard him grunt. "Yeah, fuck yourself on my cock." He suddenly sat up and pulled back a bit. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me up into a doggy position. Before he could even say anything I got to work on his cock right away. I pushed myself back on to his cock and started fucking myself with his meat. I even started rolling his cock around in my ass by swaying my hips in a circle. "Fuck!" He shouted. He was about to cum. I could tell. He grabbed a hold of my waist and started slamming into me super fast and super hard. I raised my head up and looked at the window that for some reason did not have any curtains covering it up. Outside it was snowing, but the snow hung in the air, waiting, watching. I could see my own own reflection and realized with satisfaction that the look on my face was the same one that I had seen on that porn stars face earlier. I really was truly enjoying this. With that thought, I let out a shout and started cumming. My ass clinched on Santa's rod and Santa started cumming as well. Dumping load after load into my willing ass. I felt the come dripping out of my ass and rolling over my balls, sliding down my cock before dripping in a nice pool onto the bed sheets beneath.
I looked back up and Santa was looking right at me in the reflection of the window. At first all we could do was breath heavily, then we both smiled, and than we both started laughing. Santa was still solid inside me and I wasn't looking to pull away anytime soon.
"Santa." I said. "This is the best Christmas ever."
Santa leaned in behind me and spoke clearly. "Guess what."
"What." I said, closing my eyes and enjoying the feel of Santa kissing me along my back.
"It isn't over yet." And with that, I suddenly felt my body lifted up into the air. Santa grabbed both of my legs and positioned my feet to rest on the surface of his buttocks for support. I put my hands up against the wall and Santa started fucking me in the air like that.
We went on like that four what must have been several hours. Trying out different positions. At one point I took a shot at sucking him off. At first I didn't think I was going to have a big enough mouth to handle Santa's meat, but as Santa promised, this was a magic moment, so with determination I found myself deep throating all of Santa with ease. And of course, Santa reciprocated in kind, sucking me off for at least a couple of loads. The moment finally came that I got to fuck Santa's hot ass.
He bent over the bed, curved his back, and presented his ass to me for my pleasure. I quickly obliged by thrusting the length of my cock in with one swift motion. I held there for a second, enjoying the sensation of his hair ass pressed up against my pelvis and his hairy balls tickling my own. I wrapped my arms around Santa like he had done to me earlier, and I went to work fucking him. Every time I slammed into him I could hear the faintest whisper of him grunting, "Ho... ho... ho..." That turned me on more than anything and I picked up the pace of my fucking. Because we had both cummed so much already, there was no immediate release when I began fucking him, which is just the way I wanted it. A thought came to mind and pulling Santa by the waist with my cock buried in him still, we walked over to a nearby chair and I sat down. Santa turned himself around on my cock and began riding me, holding on to the back of the chair for support.
Santa's cock slapped up against his chest, making a perverse sound that thrilled me. I eventually took his cock into my mouth and sucked him off as he continued to ride me. We spent several minutes like that. Than I picked him up bodily, something I should not be able to do, and took him back to the bed. I laid him down there and shoved my cock back up his ass. He wrapped his legs around me and grabbed hold of my ass with both big hands, squeezing each cheek, forcing me to fuck him deeper still. As we kissed I picked up the pace, and worked toward my climax. We both built up and with one final thrust I came inside of him with everything I had left. His own cock erupted across his chest leaving behind a new pool of cum that would need to be licked up.
I fell into Santa's arms, my cock softly popped out of his ass, and we just held each other like that. "Merry Christmas, Santa." I said softly into his chest.
"Merry Christmas, Will." Santa rumbled quietly.
I eventually fell asleep in his arms and dreamed of Santa fucking me. When morning came I woke up in a bit of a haze. I looked around the room and suddenly remembered what happened last night. Was any of it real? Was it all just some kind of dream? I got up out of bed and looked around. The room looked exactly like it had last night. The sheets were clean now. The tree with all the dildos and sex toys was still in the corner. I realized I was still naked so I went over to my dresser and pulled open my drawers to get a pair of underwear. Inside there were piles of various kinky erotic underwear. Everything from designer briefs, to thongs, and G-strings. Every type of silky, leather, and lace you could think of was stuffed into that drawer. There was one blue mesh type thong with a Christmas tied to it. I picked up the card. On the front it there was a picture of my muscle Santa, posing with his bag of toys and rocking a sexy red string bikini. I opened up the card and read it.
"Make sure you are a good boy and share your toys with others."
XOXOXO -Santa
So it was all real. I looked at the tiny thong and smiled. It was a nice silky smooth fabric lined with a soft touch of lace. While the pouch was formed to look like it handled a big package I wasn't too sure. I looked down at myself. My cock was still big! I ran into the bathroom and saw that I was still rocking the look of a hot porn star. I stood there admiring myself for a bit with the thong still in hand. Suddenly I remembered Santa's first gift. I went out to the living room and found the red string on the table where I had left it. I picked it up and first smelled it. It smelled of cinnamon, and musk. I immediately put it on. Sure enough the pouch adjusted to my size and I filled it out quite nicely. Checking out myself in the living room mirror I stopped and decided to give the magical bikini a try. I closed my eyes and concentrated real hard on my memory of Santa Fucking me.
I waited there for several seconds, slowly opening my eyes to look around. But there was no Santa to be found. I jumped with a startled yelp when I heard that door bell ring. I took a breath and chuckled at myself for being so silly. Walking over to the door, I was oblivious to the fact that I was still practically naked.
I swung open the door. Standing there before me was a man that I had never met before. He was cute with a short hair cut and a little bit of a five o'clock shadow. He wore some cotton pajama bottoms and a Coat. A trail of foot prints in the snow showed that he had come from down the street. He looked me over with a startled smile.
"Um. Hi. Is, this a bad time?"
Again, not really paying attention to the fact that I was one small strip of cloth away from being naked, not to mention sporting a sizeable boner, I greeted him cheerfully. "Not at all. Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas to you. Ah, I don't know why, but for some reason I found this present under my tree this morning. It had your name and address on it."
It was the first time I noticed the package that he was holding in his hands. As he handed it to me with a shy smile, I noticed that one side of the present was exposed so as to reveal what was inside. It was a big dildo that looked suspiciously like a lesser version of the cock that was up my ass last night. A small flip open note on it showed that I was indeed the intended recipient and there was one simple message on it.
"Be sure to share."
I laughed at that, and looked back at my neighbor. "Sorry about the mix up, hope it didn't trouble you too much. My name is Will." I offered my hand with the thong in it and realizing my mistake put the thong on top of the package. I shook hands with the man and looked into his eyes, realizing what I wanted from him.
"My name is Sean. Is that, a blue silk thong with lace there?" He asked shyly.
"Yes it is." I handed it to him and he looked it over.
"Man, I have been looking for something like this for a while. I can't believe I am telling you this. This is so embarrassing."
I smiled. "Not at all. Consider it yours, a Christmas present"
He looked back up. "Really. Thank you!"
"But I have one small request, if you don't mind." I said. He looked at me curiously and I continued. "You have to come in and model it for me."
Sean gave me a wicked grin. "I don't mind at all." Sean came in and immediately started stripping off his clothes, before I closed the door I looked up at the sky and mouthed silently to the clouds. "Thank you Santa."