The other passenger door opened at the same time Micah pulled his open. An older gentleman in a subdued red suit started inside the toasty vehicle. Micah paused, struck by the man's appearance. Upon seeing him, the suited man paused, as well.
"Sorry. I didn't see you. I'll take the next one."
"Wait. Where are you going?"
"Fourth and Trevor."
Micah smiled. "I'm one street over. I'm down to share, if you are."
The taxi driver chimed in. "It's freezin' outside and you're letting all my warm air out. Don't matter to me, none, if you share."
Micah got in first, closing the door after himself. The man in the suit followed. Their knees brushed against one another as the second door closed and the driver pulled out and onto the street. Micah pretended not to notice the contact or the surge it sent through him.
"One street over, huh?" The man asked, pulling down the front of his coat. "Live there?"
"With my boyfriend," Micah said, nodding. "What's at Fourth and Trevor for you?"
"A client."
"Ah," Micah said, letting the answer stand.
"You want to ask, don't you?"
"None of my business."
"It's okay. You can ask."
Micah smiled. "Okay. What kind of client?" The younger male's smile broadened. "You're an escort?"
"I make people's wishes come true."
"The white hair and beard are a nice touch. I'm guessing a wig? Prosthetics?"
The man tugged on the short, neat hair on his chin. "All real. Make the most of what I've got, right?"
Deciding to be bold, Micah nodded to the ample crotch of the man's red suit pants. "That real, too?"
The man smiled as the taxi slowed. Micah glanced up to see several other cars in front of them and a pair of semi-trucks at the head of them. Beside him, the red suited man noticed the same thing and let out a long sigh. In spite of his frustration, he never lost the cheerful demeanor or the slight smile he had when he first got into the taxi. The driver searched for a way around the snarl in traffic. Micah did, too. Neither found one.
"Get comfortable, folks," the driver said. "We might be here a minute."
After the first five minutes, the red-suited man's phone pinged. Taking it from his inside pocket, he looked at the incoming message. The hint of a frown tugged at his lips as he replied. Micah tried not to look but the caught the general idea of the message.
"Looks like there's a truck up ahead, their cargo is all over the street and they're getting it picked up. You're right, we're going to be here a minute." The man slipped his phone back into his pocket. "Anyone got any ideas on how to pass the time?"
Micah forced himself to look out the window. Through the heavy tint, he made out the other drivers and the blinking Christmas lights in the storefronts. Snow collected around the edge of the window. The heater inside the vehicle kept the chill out but he felt it trying to get in around the window's top. His own phone pinged, snapping him back.
"Yep. Looks like the truck has stopped a lot of people," he agreed. "The boyfriend's not even going out in all this. It's a huge mess. Cops are redirecting to get it taken care of."
"That the boyfriend?" The man asked, glancing at the picture on the screen.
"Yeah, that's him. Tate."
"Cute. He's a lucky guy. You both are."
"We sure are," Micah said, putting his phone back in his pocket. "About passing the time? I have an idea or two but we'd have to be...discrete."
He nodded to the neat, printed sign on the front glass notifying passengers, they were being recorded. The man nodded and looked concerned.
"What about the boyfriend?"
"As long as I tell him all about it when I get back, we're gold."
"What did you have in mind?" The man asked, a mischievous smile widening his white mustache. "Nothing too wild since I can't get the suit messy."
The driver chuckled. "The seat lets back, if that helps."
The man found the release and pushed the seat back. "It does. Thanks."
Micah pulled out his phone again and dialed a number. While he did, the man got out of his red coat, putting it over the back of the front passenger seat. The darker red vest strained as he moved. He unbuckled his belt and worked the zipper down. Then, he raised his hips off the seat and pushed his pants down. Micah smiled as the phone call connected.
"You busy, babe? I've got an early Christmas present for you."
"Oh, yeah? Is he cute?"
Micah put the phone in the shallow well of the armrest, the place where people hold onto to close the door. Tate settled in, leaning closer to his own screen. He watched his boyfriend scramble into the floorboard and ease in between the man's legs. The suit pants now hung over the back of the passenger seat, as well. Micah looked down at the man's bulging crotch and could not help but smile. Under the expensive suit, the man wore a jockstrap with a thin red waistband and a red-and-white striped pouch holding in his thick shaft.
"You go all out for Christmas, huh?"
The man smiled, spreading his arms over the back of the seat. "You could say that."
With care, Micah pulled the material to the side. "Oh, Santa! What a beautiful north pole!"
The man chuckled. The driver chuckled. On the screen, Tate full-on laughed.
Micah kissed the plump head. The faint saltiness excited him. Pushing dark hair out of his eyes, he eased his mouth over it. His tongue eased up onto the slit and started working inside. More of the clear, salty stuff filled his mouth, making him moan. He ran his hands along the man's legs, up under his shirt, back down to his calves, which were sheathed in silk socks. He squeezed the thick muscle as he eased his head down. The man's hard cock filled his throat. While he worked down the shaft, he rolled the smooth balls in his hand, making the man moan.
"Santa's gettin' into it, babe," Tate said from the screen. "Jingle those balls!"
It took a few minutes for Micah to set up a rhythm. The man spread his legs as far as he could, giving him as much space to work as he could. He threaded his fingers through the thick, dark curls, massaging the scalp as he watched the mouth work on him. To help, he held the jock pouch to one side, which allowed for a full-throated massage of his cock.
The taxi moved several feet forward.
Micah moved several inches down. His nose pressed into the soft, trimmed white curls of the man's pubic hair. Breathing in, he thought he smelled peppermint. The man raised his right leg, bringing it up and over Micah's shoulder. The kneeling male took time to wet one finger. When he wedged it into the tight cleft of ass, the white-haired man sighed.
"Ho..." he said, his head falling back. "Ho, ho...yeah."
On the screen, Tate leaned back in his chair and started stroking himself. Micah angled his head and took even more cock, thrilled at his boyfriend's response. This brought the man up off the seat. This new position allowed him to get another finger inside the warm hole. The leg over his shoulder pulled him closer. The man began working his hips, fucking Micah's mouth.
"We're moving, gentlemen," the driver said, looking at the traffic around him. "Well, moving forward since you guys are moving in a whole different way."
At a slow pace, Micah worked the full length in and out of his mouth. The man slid to the edge of the seat, allowing him to get both fingers going at a steady pace. Fingering the man got his dick even harder, flooding his mouth with warm precum.
Pulling back up to the head, Micah slid his tongue into the thick foreskin, touching the sensitive head. The man sucked in a deep breath and began clenching around the fingers inside him. His leg slipped off the other's shoulder, landing hard on the floor.
"Think it's time to stuff your stocking," the man said, hauling Micah out of the floor.
Together, they got the tight jeans undone and pushed down. Micah held to the back of the seat as the man slathered his ass with copious precum and a little spit. The taxi's interior kept their movements confined but the man managed to slide in without too much problem. Micah leaned further forward, spreading his legs and pushing his ass back. The full length opened him up like a Christmas present. He let out a long sigh as the man filled him up.
"Damn," Tate said from the phone. "Ride it, man! Ride that sweet ass! He likes it rough!"
The taxi merged into the redirected traffic. The driver paid attention to the road but glanced back and forth into the mirror. A little jab of jealousy went through him as he saw Micah's dark brown skin exposed and starting to sweat.
The man angled his hips and began working them. Looking down at his engorged cock, he got extra turned on at the pale candy cane disappearing into the sweet caramel cheeks. It was a sweet Christmas confection, for sure. The warmth of the tight hole got him to speed up, making them both moan.
A playful smack to both cheeks made Micah jump. "Damn, daddy!"
The man smirked, then did his best to drive Micah through the seat. Drilling that sweet hole made them both happy. Micah got extra turned on knowing Tate was watching. From time to time, he would flash a smile at his still-stroking boyfriend. He knew more of the same waited for him when he got home.
The taxi picked up gradual speed, just like the man in the crisp white shirt, red vest and tie. White hair fell into his face as he sped up. Micah urged him on, telling him how much he wanted to be filled with warm cream.
"Make my Christmas white!" Micah said, pushing back on the man's dick. "You can do it, daddy! Plow into me good and hard!"
The man raised a foot to the seat so he could get deeper. The full length of his cock was available like this. His balls slapped hard against Micah as he fucked harder and deeper. The rhythmic slapping sound of their skin filled the compartment.
"God!" Micah groaned, pushing back at each thrust. "Fuck me, daddy! Just like that!"
The man pressed hard on the other's shoulders as he neared his finish. Squaring his body, he poured the last of his stamina into the final four thrusts. The first two nailed Micah to the seat. The last two pumped him full of thick, hot cum. He closed his eyes as he finished inside him. The stuff ran like a small river down Micah's thighs.
"Goddamn, daddy..."
"Mind your mouth, naughty boy," the man said, kissing the sweaty skin of Micah's neck. "No need to ruin a sweet moment with foul language."
"That was hot, you two!!" Tate said, looking down at his own cum-covered stomach. "Babe, don't forget to get the footage from the taxi driver. I'm going to clean up!"
Micah sighed. The man eased back, pulling his semi-thick shaft out. They shared a gentle kiss. Turning in the man's arms, Micah inhaled more of the peppermint scent, even tasting it on the man's tongue.
The taxi driver turned the black SUV toward their destination. "Looks like we're free and clear, now, gentlemen. You both best get decent."
Minutes later, as Micah was still fumbling to pull his jacket on, the man opened his own door and stepped out. He was dressed and put together like he had been when he got in. He paid the driver, adding a healthy tip and a bit for cleanup of the back seat. Before he went on about his night, he leaned into the backseat.
"Sorry about the board game mix-up when you were twelve, Micah. After one hundred and twelve stops, they all start to look the same."'
"B...board game...mix-up? How do you know about that?"
"It's not just a suit, young man."
"You said you were an escort."
"No. You said I was an escort. I said I made wishes come true."
"Wait. You're telling me you're really Santa?"
"I'm real, Micah. It's Mrs. Claus that's the myth. Merry Christmas, you naughty young man."
END