Christmas Time I've only ever had vanilla sex. The usual stuff. But it wasn't enough. It isn't enough. Something inside me tells me that I want more. Need more. Anyway, I was resigned to spending a Vanilla Christmas and went to bed on Christmas Eve somewhat downhearted, thinking of the socks and handkerchiefs I would yet again be given. And so I fell asleep.
I don't know how much time passed but I was awakened by a noise in the living room. Burglars, I thought . So I got up, put on my jeans and a white T-shirt and went to discover what was going on. There in the living room a man stood with his back to, dressed in a red robe lined with white fur. It was Santa, but he had no beard and was not over 70.
No, this Santa was big, broad, about 35, blond and spoke with a Swedish accent. "Hi", he said, "I've just brought your presents". I didn't know what to say. Being a Christmas person, but 27, I had been disappointed when my the other kids at school said Santa didn't exist. But here was the proof. "Open your present" said this dream Santa. So I opened the gift box, and found a pair of black leather chaps in there. I was gob struck. Something I'd always wanted.
"Put them on, but take off your jeans and t shirt first and then put your boots on", ordered Santa. So I followed his instructions and stood there in the chaps I had always wanted, finished off by my old engineering boots. I looked hot and my dick arose, standing to attention. I turned round and looked in a mirror at my chiseled ass, now shown off to perfection by the chaps. Santa stood there grinning, licking his lips.
"Here's another present", he said, and let his red robe drop. And there before me stood a muscular, hairy leather god. In chaps, boots, and harness with a chrome cock ring around his huge man bulge. The water flooded into my mouth and I fell onto my knees, wanting to take his dick in my mouth.
"Not yet", he said, grabbing my head and pushing it to the ground. "Lick my boots clean, boy". He ordered. Here was I, being dominated by a leather god, and my dream was coming true. "Lick harder" he shouted, "I want to see them shine" and he pressed his other boot down on my head to get my tongue closer on his boot. Hmm, the hard leather tasted good and my cock rose even more. Feeling the boot leave my head, I slowly started to lick my way up his leather-clad leg, savouring the taste and flavour of the hot material, feeling the heat of his muscular calves and thighs underneath. I then reached his balls, and paused, taking in the aroma of man sweat. (After all, he'd been halfway around the world on a sleigh by this stage!)
"Not yet", he said, and directed my tongue higher, following the hairs from his crotch to his navel, then further up. I took each nipple in my mouth, enjoying the smell of this man, taking the hairs of his chest in my mouth, gliding my tongue over his skin, then along the leather strap of the harness, up to his armpits, enjoying the male odour, the worshipping his huge arms. My head was shoved downwards.
"Lick", he ordered, and pointed his huge piece of meat in my direction. I followed the order, licking the helmet wantonly. He grabbed my head, holding it steady and proceeded to fuck my mouth until my tonsils were ringing with glee. Fast, then slow, then fast again. It was so big that I choked at first, but overcome my noviceness quickly to try to give him pleasure that his hard day of work necessitated. He withdrew, looking at his glistening dick, and looked at my greedy mouth and even greedier face. He knew he had me where he wanted. I would do anything. He slapped his dick all over my face, the veins in his fat cock swelling and then directed my mouth to his balls.
I took each one in my hungry mouth in turn, enjoying the taste, and pulling on the hairs. He turned round, spread eagled himself and bent down a bit, showing his man hole. I took the cue and buried my face in his perfect muscular ass, licking every bit of that hot hole. He straightened himself up, bringing up a knee into my crotch, squeezing my cock and balls in the process. I looked in to his eyes and he smiled, not a nice smile, a wicked smile. He opened his mouth, and I thought he wanted to kiss me, naive as I am.
But no, he spat in my face, then bent towards me to lick his spit from me face. "Turn round and bend down" he grunted. I did as I was told, me dick now aching and my balls ready to burst. He put his nose in my hole and his hand around my dick and bent it back. It hurt. He flicked his fingers against it, which hurt even more and I squealed, which made him flick even harder, bending it back even more, before letting go. He spat at me again, but this time in my hole and I felt his tongue enter my tight little rose bud. Then a finger, then two. God did that feel good! He fucked me with his fingers, then three, then four, feeling the inside of my guts, my tight little guts.
"This is tight man", he said, removing his hand. "Tight enough for a real fuck"
"Please!!!" I screamed.
"But first you need to suck on my pole a bit more, I need a real wood to fuck little shits like you", he grunted. So I got down on my knees and got mouth-fucked again by this brute of a Santa, jerking off as I did. God, was this hot. I got more and more aroused,..... and came. Shit, I thought, as my cum splattered against his boots and the bottom of his chaps. But what could I do. This was the hottest manly man the world had ever known. Which other guy wouldn't have shot his gunk? I looked up in shame, and expected the worse. Wanted the worse. He stared at me.
"Do you know what I do with little sluts who come too soon?", he roared. "I get them to clean up their mess!" Then he pressed his clean boot down on my head and kept it there until I had licked up every bit of my cum. His way of maltreating me made my pecker stand to attention again.
"That will do?", he said, before turning me round, spitting on my hole, putting on a condom, and ramming his 10 inches into me. Not that I was complaining! He screwed me from behind, from the side, from the top, my legs in the air, him holding onto my boots, me grabbing his nipples and feeling his pecs and muscly biceps. In and out he thrust , me grabbing on to his cock with my ass muscles. His breathing increased in speed and he spat in my face again and again, calling me dirty names and shouting at me to be even more hungry for his massive cock.
Then he withdrew, the sweat dripping from him, and came up to my face. His cock shone with precum. He held his tool over my face, jerking off at rapid speed, his balls swinging over my mouth. He drew back, pointed his tool at face, and shot out load after load of hot man juice all over my eyes, nose, and cheeks. Looking down, he smiled and laughed, seeing me covered in jizzism.
"We'd better clean you up", he said, and leaned down to lick off his hellish mess from my face. Then he kissed me deep, watching while I worked on my cock, urging me on to come to the orgasm of my life, shooting all over my tummy and chest.
"Happy Christmas", said Santa, as he stood up, put on his red robe and left.
Sunday, most weeks I go hiking in the local hills but yesterday I awoke with a nice drippin horn on me and it felt so good, I decided I'd like to keep this drippin horn for as long as I could so I put on one of my favourite jockstraps, a red NYPD one.
