What Santa Brought Me for Christmas by Jason D. Karl
What Santa Brought Me for Christmas
by Jason D. Karl
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction that includes gay sex between consenting adults. This is intended for an adult audience only.
"What do you want Santa to bring you for Christmas?" My mom actually asked that. I was eighteen, officially an adult, and yet she carried on as if I were six and still believed in Santa.
But this year wouldn't quite follow with our family's traditions because I'd set a deadline for myself to come out before Christmas Day. I wasn't worried that they'd have a problem with it. Far from it. And since I'd never had a girlfriend, I rather suspected they already knew. But, for whatever reason, I just hadn't managed to say the words. And so, when Mom asked that perennial question over dinner one December evening, I heard myself say, "Mom, Dad, I'm gay, and for Christmas I want Santa to bring me someone to take my virginity."
They were silent for a while. I couldn't believe I'd actually come out to them quite like that. But then Dad said, "Well, have you been a good boy this year?"
I tried to keep a straight face. "Oh, I've been really good. I even got you to quit smoking."
Dad looked over to Mom. "Well, I guess that counts."
Mom tried, unsuccessfully, to sound serious. "Yes, that does indeed count as being a good boy. But I don't think they make anything like that in Santa's Workshop."
"But I've been really, really good! I only got drunk twice all year long. And one of those was on my birthday, so that doesn't count."
Dad said, "I'm not sure if Santa counts lack of intoxication as being good so much as not being bad."
"Okay, okay. You do know I'm joking, don't you? Except for the part about being gay."
Mom tried to steer the conversation in a more typical direction. "Are you seeing someone we don't know about?
I shook my head. "No, not yet."
Well, it was done. I'd come out to my parents, and we'd all had a laugh. Nothing more was said about what I'd asked for.
When Christmas Eve came, we left out cookies and milk for Santa (just like we'd done since I was three). Mom and Dad said that I had to go to bed early, or Santa might have to skip our house (the same as they'd said since I was five).
Late that night, I felt a nudge on my shoulder. It was Dad. He made the shush sign and whispered, "Santa's here. Be quiet so you don't wake your mom."
I followed him downstairs and then on down into the basement, which had been converted earlier that year into a guestroom. When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I saw three figures standing by the king-size guest bed. One was dressed as Santa, and the other two as his elves. "Dad, what's going on?"
"Well, you've been a very good boy, so it looks like Santa brought what you asked for." Dad gave me a manly slap on the back and went upstairs without another word.
"Santa" patted the bed. Taking the hint, I lay down. And just like in "'Twas the Night Before Christmas " they spoke not a word, but went straight to their work. Santa kissed me while the elves helped me out of my nightclothes.
Santa had a dark olive complexion and a real beard that was just starting to go gray. One of the elves was a pale, skinny blond, a little on the short side, and probably around 25. The other "elf" was a tall Black man with dreads and a quarterback's build.
When they stripped out of their costumes, I saw that they'd had their "names" painted in Christmas colors on their chests. The blond elf was "Kinky," and the other elf was "Slinky." The man playing Santa was, of course, labeled as just that.
Santa pulled a butt plug with candy cane stripes out of his sack. He coated it with lube and gently worked it in my hole. Once it was in place and was stretching me out, Santa went down on my cock.
The elves took turns kissing me, and then Kinky presented his uncut cock to my mouth. I took it in. After about a minute he pulled out, and Slinky offered me his dick. They kept me going from cock to cock, all while Santa was giving me my first blowjob.
But before anybody could cum, the three of them pulled off me. Without speaking, they slid me around so my head was hanging off the side of the bed. Slinky lubed my ass and his own dick. He got into position but waited for the others. Kinky took my cock, pointed it straight up, and lowered himself onto it. He was clearly an accomplished bottom because my dick slid right in. He sat still while Slinky wrapped my legs around his waist and pushed his cock into my ass. Meanwhile, Santa slid his slender cock into my mouth. By some unspoken cue, the three of them began thrusting.
Slinky slowly started picking up speed in a way that suggested I wasn't his first ass virgin. Kinky, on the other hand, was bouncing up and down while rhythmically clamping and releasing my cock with his ass. Santa face-fucked me but held off from going too deep for a newbie to handle.
Of course, there was no way I could last long, and I soon shot a load up Kinky's ass. But he didn't pull off. He sat there for a moment and gently swished his hips from side to side. After circumventing my teenage refractory period, he started riding my cock again. All the while, Santa and Slinky kept thrusting into my mouth and butt.
The sensation was overwhelming. The feeling of Kinky's ass muscles contracting around my dick, the sight of his bobbing blond hair as he worked me over, the wonderful stretch and burn in my ass, and the taste of Santa's meat were almost more than I could handle. I moaned around the cock in my mouth.
Slinky's rhythm grew more fervent as he approached climax. Kinky must've sensed this because he started riding my cock for all he was worth. And Santa sped up face-fucking me but still didn't go in too deep for me to handle.
Finally, Slinky reached his peak and plunged deep in my ass to deliver his present. Kinky clamped down extra tight on my cock and started jacking himself. He shot his load all over my chest, just as I started cumming for the second time. And then the taste of Santa's milk filled my mouth.
They pulled off me, put their costumes back on, and left without having ever uttered a single word.
I took a quick shower in the guest bathroom, quietly slipped back in my room, and quickly fell asleep.
I woke up very happy, if a little sore, that Christmas morning. When I got to the living room, Dad put his finger to his lips and glanced in Mom's direction. Apparently, she wasn't to know that Santa had brought me exactly what I asked for.
Instead, like every Christmas morning since I was a kid, breakfast consisted of finishing the cookies that Santa hadn't eaten. Mom never acknowledged anything, but I knew the milk was too cold to be the same milk that sat overnight. This year, though, I remembered the taste of Santa's "milk" as I washed down the cookies.
Also, per our tradition, while eating the cookies, I asked, "Did Santa come?"
"Yes," Mom said, "And it looks like you were on his Good Boy list."
I grinned and looked at Dad. "Yeah, I guess I was."
Dad and I never spoke about what Santa brought me, so who those men were and how Dad found them remains a mystery to this day. I just remember them as Santa and his elves.
The End
Thank you for reading my story. Comments are welcome. JasonDKarl@proton.me
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