This story is a fictional erotic story involving sex between consenting gay males. If you are under legal age, come back when you are of legal age. Otherwise, read no further.
The story below is my "Christmas gift" to all the the great guys who have read my stories and offered me support and encouragement.
As always, play safe and live long. Or play long and live safe.
Santa's CUUMMMIIIINNNNGGGG
Dedicated to and inspired by Doug, my cyber-buddy
I hated Southern California at Christmas. At first, the warm climate had been like a god send after the harsh winters back East but this was my first Christmas here and it was 85 degrees on Christmas eve! I missed the slush and cold and slippery streets and sidewalks! And what was I doing? Running in a goddamned tropical jungle they called a park wearing nothing but satin gym trunks!
It was just a little past sunset and it was unusually muggy and very overcast. Not typical California weather at all, you could even hear thunder in the distance. I guess I was kind of depressed because this was my first Christmas away from home. I didn't really have any close friends here. The few people I did know were involved with their own families and as nice as they were to try to include me in their plans, I knew I would just be intruding. So, I declined their invitations for Christmas Eve and Christmas day. Running seemed to be a good way to burn off the frustration and also to help me to forget that it had been a week since I last had sex.
I was just about to head back to my apartment when the skies opened up and it was pouring buckets of rain. The fucking palm trees sure weren't offering any shelter so I ran towards the first building I saw. It was a temporary building that had been set up as a Santa's workshop where Santa would greet little snot-nose children and probably pass on every communicable disease known to man. Because it was shut down for the night, there were plywood pieces blocking the windows and doors so I couldn't get in. Running around to a back door, I saw it was a little a jar so I tried forcing it open by leaning against it real hard. Suddenly it swung open. I tumbled in and onto the floor.
"What the fuck do you want??" An obviously angry Santa shouted.
"It was raining, I was looking for a place to stay until it passes." I mumbled apologetically, getting to my feet.
"Well, we can't just leave the place open all the time! If we did there would be 12 homeless people in here by now," he shouted angrily.
"Uh, I can see you aren't in too good a frame of mind right now, I'll go."
"No, look, I'm sorry. It's my goddamned fucking asshole of a shit-faced ex-lover's new boy friend and this fucking suit's making me sweat buckets. And I HATE California! There should be snow out there!" he said gesturing wildly and angrily pulling his beard and hat off.
WOW! I thought, Santa was a looker! He couldn't be much over 25 and he had a deep tan that really accentuated his square jaw and high cheekbones. He was a crew cut ash blond but his eyebrows were bleached almost totally white. He was tall and there was the suggestion there was a very trim body under the Santa suit that was baggy due to the absence of all the padding that would ultimately make him look like a Santa. "Oh, problems at home, sorry man. Yeah, I agree about the snow. Never thought I'd admit it but I do miss the snow. At least at Christmas."
"Yeah," he muttered and I could see tears forming in his eyes.
I moved towards him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, dude, it can't be that bad," I said and as if to prove that it could be, he burst into tears. Well, I am a sucker for a teary eyed hunk. It makes my insides go all mushy and I get a little misty also. I took him in my arms until after the crying jag ended.
"I'm sorry," he choked out. His nose was running and neither of us had a handkerchief. He sniffed hard but it was still runny. "Fuck it," he said and wiped his nose on the fake fur trim on his sleeve. "Last night after I got off work I went home and found an armed guard with a restraining order refusing to allow me access to the house! I'm the homeless person living in here!" he wailed. I held him again until he stopped crying. He continued, "Gary's new lover got the restraining order while Gary's in South America ordering drugs for his big New Years Eve party. When Gary told me he was involved with Beau and we were splitting up, he said I could at least stay in the guesthouse until I found a place. Beau hated me even being on the property so he got the restraining order. I can't even get my clothes and all I've got is this fucking suit and even IT isn't mine!" With that, he broke into tears again.
I held him as tight as I possibly could. I think it was then I realized the suit was hiding what might prove to not only be trim but very muscular Santa. Once again his tears subsided. "Gary owns everything. I met him at a club in Boston while I was in college. He was in town on business. He took me back to his hotel and we had great sex. The next day he took me all over the city spending money like mad. He bought me everything I saw that I liked. Then after he left, he started sending me even more expensive gifts including a cell phone with unlimited service so he could reach me any time he wanted. He convinced me to drop out of college, come to California, and live with him. Every thing was great until Beau came along. It's his cock! It just isn't fair; I had no say in the size of my cock. I only took this job so I could get some money to try to move out with. I don't even have a car any more," he sniffed.
I held him closer trying to comfort him as much as possible. I don't know why I did it but I kissed his neck and then his cheek and soon, his mouth. I couldn't tell you whose idea the tongue thing was. Now I really got to tell you that this was totally unlike me. I'm really a very shy person, which will probably tell you why a young guy like me was going a week with out sex. So if you were thinking I was a troll, don't. I'll set the record straight (Yeah, right) I am 6' even and weigh in at 180 and it is lean hard muscle, with a respectable thatch of body hair. Well, since were into the stats, I've got a 7" rod and two hefty balls.
Well soon we were both really getting into the kissing. My cock started stirring and the thin satin of my trunks wasn't holding it back and I could tell from the firmness that had developed inside all the folds of the baggy Santa suit that he was getting hard too. I found the zipper for his suit jacket and managed to get it off of him. Man was I ever startled. He had the body of a Greek god only a little on the hairy side. I have never seen such a beautiful six pack in my life. Nor had I ever seen pecs as perfect as his even though they were partially obscured by the suspenders that held up the now unstuffed pants. The nipples where just above the ridge which also was the dividing point between the hairy surfaces and the smooth ones. I pulled him back into my arms. Now instead of hugging a down-in-the-dumps-Santa, it was a virile stud I was holding on to. If this guy was dumped, it staggered the imagination to think about what this Beau looked like!
Holding the kiss, I felt the first trickle of pre-cum on my thigh. I pulled off his mouth. "What's your name?" I panted.
"Doug, why?"
"'Cus I promised my mom I wouldn't ever have sex with strangers. I'm Craig."
"Nice to meet you, Craig" he said dropping to his knees. Now at this point, I was a little self-conscious because I knew Doug had been jilted because of his cock size but he was going to have to find out sooner or later what I had. I just hoped it didn't hurt him too badly. Well, if it upset him, he was a real sport about it because he tugged my trunks down and swallowed my prick with out even a little bit of a gag. I instantly felt his tongue at work. I may not have been with a whole lot of guys but I had been with enough to know this guy knew what he was doing and taking it in to the hilt was no problem for Santa stud.
I let him suck me until I was on the verge of shooting and pulled him up to his feet. He was licking his lips with a dreamy expression on his face. "Man, that was nice," he said with a grin and he pulled me into his arms. I started grope his crotch and decided the mass I felt had to be all the layers of the heavy red fabric the suit was made of. I started to slide the suspenders off his shoulders. I knew I was going to suck him no matter how small he was and I was determined to make him feel like he had the biggest cock on earth. It did seem tragic that such an incredibly gorgeous man could have nature pull a fast one on him and give him a tiny little dick. I got the suspenders off and as the pants fell, I started lowering myself.
"WHOA!!" I shouted and lost my balance and fell over backwards. Now, laying on the ground, and looking up at him, the whole room was dominated by his massive prick standing straight up but angling slightly away from his belly. It couldn't have been a fraction of an inch less than nine inches and pretty thick too. I gathered my senses and pulled myself to my knees. "Uh, if Gary threw you over for a bigger prick, I'd hate to see this Beau's equipment."
"What?" he said, with a confused look. Then he realized what I was talking about. "Nooooo, Beau's not bigger! He's smaller!!" he said with a dismissive flip of his hand. "Gary's a cocksucker and total bottom. He can handle Beau a lot easier than he can me!"
I was still shocked but relieved it wasn't a peanut. I pulled him down to the floor. We lay on the now discarded Santa suit and started to sixty-nine. I'm afraid I am probably not the best of cocksuckers and there was no doubt this studs meat was going to required extra attention. I had every hope in the world that I was going to get the opportunity to learn how to handle it properly but right now, it was dripping and begging to be sucked.
We dove in on each other's prick. I didn't know how long we sucked but far too soon, I was getting close. I increased my sucking and my stroke hoping we could cum together but he misunderstood my intention and increased his efforts also. I knew it was fruitless to try to hold back so I relaxed.
I pulled off of him. "I'm going to cum." With that warning, he slid up to my knob and started lapping it like crazy and his suction was so powerful I think he literally sucked my balls dry. Once my orgasm subsided, I was preparing to assail his monster meat when we heard voices outside.
We bolted up right and started dressing. My trunks were not a good choice; my still hard, wet and sticky prick was clinging to the thin fabric. It was obvious as shit. Doug's still hard prick was completely disguised and he was already dressed.
We heard children's voices followed by an adult voice. "Yes, children, Santa will be out in just a minute." Then there was a rap on the door. "Doug! You ready? It's stopped raining and they're going to do the parade. You've got five minutes to get in the sleigh."
Looking around in a panic, I had no place to hide. "In here!" Doug said lifting the Santa gift bag. I sat in the opening with my arms wrapped around my knees pulling them against my chest and laid my head tucked down rolling into a ball as best I could. Doug closed the bag and effortless lifted me up in his arms pulling me close to his chest. He kicked the door open and went out to be greeted by the shouts of the children. "Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas!" He shouted
"Blow blow blow, Mary Craig's pole!" I whispered back. He gripped me tighter.
"Whatta ya got in the bag Santa? Something for me?" a kid called out.
"No it's big peppermint stick Santa likes sucking on," I whispered. I could tell by the vibrations emanating from his chest he was suppressing laughter so I knew he had heard. I felt I was being lifted up and then down into something.
"I'm ready when you are Charlie," I heard Doug call out. With that, I heard a deep rumble of a motor start. It sounded like a diesel truck and then there was a rocking motion that stopped after a few seconds. I could feel a slight vibration and occasionally a small jolt but couldn't determine where it was coming from. Then, I heard band music and a loud speaker announce Santa had arrived. From what I could determine to be a sound recording, a deep rich 'Santa voice" was doing the appropriate ho ho ho's, sparing Doug a case of laryngitis.
I opened the bag and peered out. Doug was sitting in a Santa sleigh; I was on the floor. The sleigh had high sides for what I would guess to be safety reasons and I couldn't see anything but sky. I raised my head up a little further and then further more until I could discern we were up in the air well above the crowd. Doug was waving his hand at the crowds below. When he noticed me, he used his free hand to push my head down. I freed myself of the bag and lay there on the floor. Being bored and unobservable, I pulled my cock out and started stroking it.
"What are you doing?" he hissed through his fake beard.
"Playing with myself, want to give it a stroke?" He leaned forward and although he continued to wave and nod, he shook a glove off and started stroking my now rigid meat. I reached up between his legs but all the padding obscured his delectable prick. Crouching low, I undid his suspenders and pushed the padding out of the way. Santa now looked pregnant. He wasn't fighting me and even raised up slightly so I could get his pants down. He pulled the coat up as high as he dared and spread his legs as best he could with his ankles being restrained by his pants.
I started by sucking his balls but only briefly. I didn't know how long the parade was going to last and wanted to bring him off. I swallowed his prick and started sucking it like there was no tomorrow. My slurping was loud but drowned out by the music and voice track. I was freely rolling his balls around in my one hand and the other on was rubbing his hairy hole. Then I got an idea and I pulled him forward, spread his cheeks and started tonguing his hole. This was like an electric shock to him. His body jerked and bounced in the seat. I figured I had better abandon that and returned to his pole but instead of rubbing his balls, I finger fucked him. That made him cum fast and hard.
While in the throws of his orgasm, he threw his head back and both his hands up in the air and shouted "Fuck me, I'mmmm cummmmming!!" Fortunately it coincided with a blast of ho ho ho's.
My oral cavity was already full of his meat and his tart juice spewed in my mouth faster than I could swallow. A lot of his cum seeped out and ran down his pole, around his ball and down his crack. I licked him clean, the best part being his crack, which until a little while ago, was something I had never done to a guy before.
When the parade was over, Doug returned with me to my apartment. It wasn't until 11:00pm that we saw on the news, a clip from the parade that had been recorded by the helicopter overhead and it was very evident what Santa was getting for Christmas. With all the music and noise, we didn't notice the helicopter.
"Well, Christmas is over now and I would have been unemployed anyway," He said philosophically.
"True, but no longer homeless," I said giving him a big kiss. And we had sex for the third time that night.
Doug gave me his cherry for Christmas and I gave him my heart. His not having any clothes didn't matter. It would be two more days before we dressed again. We stayed holed up in my apartment, enjoying other's body and each other. Even when the hard ons subsided we still held each other and kissed.
And we lived happily ever after but we still missed the fucking snow at Christmas!
I hope you all have a wonderful holiday season and Santa slips something extra special in your stocking.