Title: I Love Christmas I love Christmas, I always have. When I was a kid I always used to nag and nag my mother until she took me to see Santa. Then I'd nag and nag until she took me again. The year my parents got divorced, I managed to guilt them into five trips to Santa's grotto. I used to imagine that I was one of Santa's toymakers, and his right-hand man. I'd build toy cars during the day, then feed the reindeer before snuggling up to Santa in front of the fire for hot chocolate and story time. As I got older the fantasies changed a bit. I knew there wasn't a real Santa, but I still had the urge to curl up with him in front of the fire. Once I got old enough, I started working as a Santa's helper during the Christmas breaks. Sometimes I'd get a green suit and pointed ears; sometimes it was a reindeer suit and antlers. I'd always have a great time taking the kids in and seeing their faces light up. I doubt I'll have any kids of my own, but I quite like them when they're not being whiny little fuckers. Kids are easy to talk to, and they don't judge. I'm pretty shy, and I'm a bit nervous around Santa anyway, so I concentrated on the kids. Last year, things went a little differently. I was working in an outdoor grotto, which was basically a large garden shed. There wasn't a changing area, so we had to arrive at work already in costume. Usually I got to see the guy playing Santa out of costume, which dulled the buzz of attraction. Not this time though, this time I only ever saw him in costume, and he was a really good Santa, always in character and he had a way of yelling 'Ho ho ho!' that sent shivers down my spine. I spent the whole three and a half weeks we were open half-hard, which is really horrible when you're around kids. I felt like some sort of slimy pervert, even though it wasn't them I was getting off on. I'd go home at the end of my shift and jerk off furiously, imagining Santa's big hands wrapped around my cock instead of my own. By Christmas Eve I was tired and frustrated. We closed down for the year at 10pm, and I'd been on my feet since lunchtime. I waved goodbye to the last kid and hung the 'Sorry, We're Closed' sign on the door. Then I went to say goodbye to Santa. "Ho ho ho!" I shivered. "We're done. There's no more kids, and it's ten o'clock." Santa tipped his head to one side. "We're not completely done, are we? You still haven't told me what you want for Christmas." I blushed bright red. "I don't know…" "You have to come sit on my knee and tell me what you want." I think his eyes actually twinkled, and before I knew what I was doing, I was sitting on his knee, my butt pressed up against his crotch. I could feel him getting hard against me, so I wriggled and said, "That's what I want. That thing there. That's what I want for Christmas." "Hmmm, that's quite a big present. Have you been a good elf this year?" Santa slipped one hand into my lap and squeezed me. I almost came right there. "I… I've been good." "Have you played nicely with the other elves?" "Uh huh." Well, apart from sucking off the cute guy in my Eastern studies tutorial group. "I might be able to find a nice big present for a very good elf." I was in green again this year, a tunic and pants, and Santa unfastened my pants and started tugging them down. There wasn't enough room to stand up, so I just squirmed around in Santa's lap until my ass was bare. Then, suddenly, I was facedown on a sack of toys, and Santa's beard was tickling my thighs as he tongued my asshole. I couldn't help it. I gave it up all over the sack. I don't think I'd ever come so hard before. Santa didn't even pause; he just pushed his tongue in further, then slipped in a couple of fingers while I was relaxed. "You know… I think you've been a naughty elf. I think you've been a naughty elf all over the children's toys. Haven't you?" I could barely think straight, but I managed to moan, "I'm sorry Santa. I promise I'll be good." "You'd better," he said, and delivered a stinging slap to my ass. I yelped, then groaned as he pushed two slippery fingers deep inside me. I don't know where he got the slick from, but it felt warm inside me and the smell of cinnamon cookies filled the shed. He pressed down on my prostate and my cock twitched and tried to get hard again. "I'll be so good, Santa. Please…" Then I felt him pressing against me. Big, hard and hot. I spread my legs as far apart as my tangled pants would let me and stuffed my hat in my mouth so I wouldn't scream when he pushed that huge thing into me. It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would, but I felt like he was pushing something with the diameter of a beer can up my ass. He didn't shove or anything - there was just the constant pressure and a slow slide into me. I couldn't breathe with the hat in my mouth, so I spat it out and started gasping for breath. I felt Santa's beard brush against the back of my neck, and my cock started to perk up again. Then Santa pulled half out before slamming into me, hard. I didn't know if I wanted to get away, or get closer, but something seemed to take over my body and I humped back onto his cock. "Greedy little elf," Santa said, thrusting in again. "Want to keep all the best presents for yourself?" "Yes, Santa." I was breathless, and my cock was hard again. "You give such good presents. Give me more. Please, Santa." "Naughty... greedy... elf!" Santa yelled, pumping into me hard with each word. I reached down and grabbed my cock. I thrust into my hand, then rocked my hips back to impale myself on Santa's cock as his thrusts started to get faster and his rhythm ragged. "ELF!" Santa yelled, and came inside me. I jerked myself hard and came a moment later, splashing even more come over the sack of toys. Santa pulled out of me as I was coming, which was a weird sensation, and once I managed to pull myself together enough to pull my pants back up and turn around, he was back to sitting on his chair as if nothing had happened. "Um…" "Merry Christmas, Elf. Now run along, it's time all good boys and girls were in bed." "Okay." I felt a little disappointed that he didn't want me to go home with him, but I think I was mostly relieved that I wouldn't see him out of costume. This way was better. The fantasy image wouldn't be spoiled by me finding out that under the costume was some balding guy called Merv, who has a parakeet and likes to play Gin Rummy. I turned to leave, then felt Santa's warm hand on my butt. "Did you like your Christmas present?" I blushed and nodded. "This was the best Christmas present I ever had," I said. His eyes twinkled again. "Good." He patted me gently and shooed me out the door. And I swear, as I was walking home I heard sleigh bells coming from the shed and the sound of 'Ho ho ho!' disappearing in the distance. The End. |