When Santa comes by to entertain at a party, Avery assumed he’d be busy all night. But a need for a clean shirt brings Santa to Avery’s den, where this studly Santa just might let Avery take a swing on his jolly meat. Can Avery handle Santa’s manhood?
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Avery loved his nieces. They were beautiful little girls, and he wanted to spend as much time with them as possible.
But he did not want to attend their Christmas party. It sounded boring, and not only that, but since Avery was a cool, funny, outgoing uncle, his nieces would mob him, demanding he do silly voices and give them piggyback rides as soon as he got there.
It was, unfortunately, difficult to avoid because Avery lived above the garage at the same house as his sister, her husband and their three daughters. So he was invited, and he heard the little girls running around excitedly with their friends (the idea of spending time with more than a dozen little girls sounded exhausting, just thinking about it made Avery want to take a nap).
That was, after all, the nice thing about not having kids — you didn’t have to spend time with them when you didn’t feel like it. Today was definitely a day when Avery didn’t feel like it.
But it would be rude not to go at all. It was the day before Christmas Eve after all. He needed to make an appearance. He decided to bring his Christmas presents for the girls. They were all wrapped and ready to go, so he could put them under the tree and his nieces would forget that he wasn’t at the party — the only thing they would remember was that Uncle Avery had brought them their presents.
He was just about to head down there when he saw a ramshackle Chevrolet pull up outside. It was powder blue but speckled with gray flecks and the passenger-side door had been replaced with a red one from a different car. A man in a Santa costume got out and headed for the door. He walked with a swagger-heavy gait, but he stopped and steeled himself before knocking on the door. He plastered a jolly smile on his face.
Avery put his presents down. He didn’t want to compete for attention with a Santa. He scoffed — when his sister first got pregnant, she said that she was not going to fritter away money on nonsense, and here she was throwing a child’s Christmas party (which isn’t even a tradition) and hire a Santa for it, when they could just go to the mall and do the same thing for nearly free. Sounds like money frittered away on nonsense to me. But then, Avery’s sister had also sworn that she wouldn’t buy her daughters “girls’s toys”, and that lasted until her eldest daughter was old enough to ask for specific toys. Avery’s sister had sworn she wouldn’t let them wear makeup until they were sixteen, and they started playing with makeup last year, when the youngest was only eight.
Not that Avery really cared about any of these things, he just thought it was funny that his big tough sister’s resolve failed when her daughters batted their eyelashes and asked nicely. She never could tell them no.
Eventually Avery stopped hearing the Santa’s ho-ho-ho — whoever it was, he had a great deep booming Santa-voice — and heard the now-familiar tune of the Frozen soundtrack.
Let it go, let it go. Wish they could let Frozen go.
He went downstairs and headed over to the main house. That must mean the Santa was done. Avery hadn’t seen him leave yet and his car was still out front, but the Santa show seemed to be finished. Avery could hang out with the adults until the movie was over, then make a big deal of bringing the girls’s presents to the tree. It wouldn’t take very long, and he’d look awesome in front of his nieces.
Avery’s sister and a few other moms were in the kitchen. He came through to say hello. The girls sang along to the movie in the other room. Santa was nowhere to be seen. Avery wanted to find out if his physique was as grand as it had seemed from the window. It was hard to be sure given the fat suit and the distance.
“Oh, hi, Avery, merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas!”
“Happy holidays!”
Groans emanated from some of the other moms. Avery wasn’t interested in quibbling over “holidays” vs “Christmas”, so he just smiled and nodded and small-talked with them until he thought he had done enough. Nobody really was interested in him anyway. Uncle Avery was not the star of Christmas, Santa was.
“What happened to Santa?”
“Oh, the girls got a little over-excited. There was some throw-up,” Avery’s sister said with a wry smile. “He’s taking a shower.”
“A merry, jolly North Pole shower!?”
“No, a normal shower in our bathroom,” she said. The other moms giggled. “I think he might need some men’s clothes, something to wear under the Santa suit. Probably just a t-shirt or something. Do you have anything? You know… that might fit him?” She was a little awkward because her tremendously overweight husband was in the next room, watching football. He pretended he wasn’t sensitive about his weight, but he was.
“Your husband’s clothes…? I just thought… You know… Santa?” Avery pantomimed a large belly.
“Oh no, this Santa’s not fat. He’s got a fatsuit on,” said one of the other moms. “I think he might be… He’s a well-formed young man.” The women all giggled, the same sound their daughters were generating in the next room.
He went upstairs and knocked on the bathroom door. The shower was running, so he opened the door just a crack. “Hey, uh, I live above the garage, man, do you need some clothes?! I can give you some of mine if you need it!”
The shower turned off. “What?” A man’s face appeared poking through the shower curtain.
“Oh, hi, I’m Avery…” His voice trailed off because this Santa was more handsome than he had any right to be. He had a thick shock of black hair, a square jaw and deep, dark eyes, and broad shoulders partially visible around the shower curtain. He looks like the hero on the cover of a fantasy novel, Avery thought to himself. He sent a shiver up Avery’s spine. The man — the Santa — was sturdy like a mountain, with big lips and skin the color of vanilla ice cream on his bare chest, which was untanned.
“Uh… Hi, Avery,” he said. “I’m Jeff.”
“Hi.” Avery blushed. “Uh… My sister said you got thrown up on? Did you need some clothes? They uh… They said you might fit in my clothes, but… They don’t know men’s sizes I guess. What are you, like six and a half feet tall?”
“Almost.” He smiled, flashing deep dimples. “I’m six-four.”
“Cool. Cool.” Avery blushed even deeper. “Sorry, I, uh… Did you want to come look at my clothes? I might have something that fits you.”
“Uh, yeah, thanks, I really just need a t-shirt. That fat suit is uncomfortable without a shirt on underneath, and my shirt is vomity. I just need something I can get on, you know, it doesn’t have to fit right.”
“Okay, well, come on over to the garage then,” Avery said. “I’ll go see what the biggest shirt I have is.”
He felt giddy as he hurried out to the garage again. He was beginning to think that Santa was a potential conquest.
He knew exactly what his biggest t-shirt was, because a different conquest had left it here after a July 4 party. The fireworks man had left his sweaty t-shirt here. It was about four sizes too big for Avery. It would probably be a bit big for Jeff too, but not cavernously large like Avery’s brother-in-law’s shirts would be. Avery hid it at the bottom of his dresser drawer so he wouldn’t accidentally “find” it before he had a chance to work on Jeff.
There was a knock at the door. Avery let Jeff in, his jaw agape — Jeff wore dingy old basketball shorts, sneakers and little else, aside from a dog tag. There was a military-looking tattoo on his bicep as well, a bald eagle flying with a rifle in its talons. His chest was broad and strapping, with well-worked muscles that you could tell didn’t come from a gym.
“Oh, are you a soldier?”
“Not anymore. I’m a vet. I got out of the Army last year,” he said.
“And now you bring presents to all the children at Christmas? That’s super,” Avery said. He started to make a show of looking through his own shirts, all of which were way too small for Jeff’s broad shoulders and chest.
He smiled. “I’m actually… Don’t tell your sister this, some people don’t like the idea of children’s entertainers who are… well, I’m a stripper,” he said. “That’s what I was doing until Christmas. Still am, but Santa gigs pay better now, and anyway I can do kids parties during the day and still strip at night.”
“Oh, that is so cool! You have a great body, you should be a stripper! I’d have suggested it if you didn’t say it!”
He grinned wanly. “Yeah, well… so if you know anyone who, uh… They don’t gotta be ladies.” He grimaced and blushed.
“Oh? What does that mean?”
“I mean, I do dude parties, if you want. I’m not… I can tell you prolly don’t spend a lotta time with women. You might know some guys who would hire me, y’know, at a party… Well, I rub my dick on guys’s faces, that’s you know, pretty much, if they want that. I don’t do any of, you know… the… I dance. I’m a good dancer,” he said. He blushed. “That’s all. I’m a good dancer.”
Avery sat down in his computer chair. He withdrew a twenty-dollar bill and tucked it into the waistband of Jeff’s shorts. “Prove it.”
Jeff blushed a little deeper red. He looked around. Avery got the feeling he had never given a man a lapdance outside of a crowded party. But Jeff took a deep breath and snapped his hips to one side, making his massive cock shake and bulge in the shorts he wore. He clearly didn’t have on any underwear beneath that.
A pounding rhythm filled the air, emanating from Avery’s niece’s little boombox back in the main house. That helped Jeff a lot, and he danced around the room for a few seconds to get into the rhythm of it. Avery watched his back muscles writhe.
“You ready?” Jeff asked, flashing his dimples. He backed up to Avery, who was still seated so Jeff’s ass was around his face level. Avery’s cock rocketed to attention. The fact that Jeff hadn’t prepared to strip today actually made this more arousing — dirty basketball shorts were more alluring, Avery thought, than contrived stripper clothes. The faint layer of chest hair that hadn’t been shaved yet even extended over his shoulder. His natural musk was only barely covered up by deodorant — he no doubt wore cologne when he stripped, but he assumed no one would notice through the fatsuit. All those things turned Avery on more than any polished Hollywoodized stripper.
His asscheeks flexed, one after the other, in front of Avery’s face. Avery inhaled deeply of the sweaty scent and moaned loudly, and the awkwardness of the situation made him chuckle. That made Jeff laugh too — it was clearly forced, he was in agreeable-stripper-mode — and Avery even tried to tease those shorts down before Jeff batted his hands away.
“No touching the stripper,” Jeff said.
Avery was expecting that. He slipped a hundred dollar bill into Jeff’s hand.
“Oh, well… Thanks,” Jeff said. He blushed.
Avery dove his face between Jeff’s buttcheeks. He inhaled deeply and licked the fabric of those shorts. Jeff grunted and laughed with a nervous tremor to his voice.
“I bet you could use more money,” Avery said. He pulled down Jeff’s shorts, revealing perfectly plump, pink cheeks. He kissed each one, making Jeff yelp and laugh again. Avery smiled. “How about two hundred dollars?”
“For what?”
“Stick it in me. Treat me like a woman,” Avery said. He patted Jeff on the left asscheek. Jeff turned around. He covered his bare crotch with both hands, shorts around his ankles. With his arms over the center of his body, his pecs were bunched together, making Avery so horny he wanted to burst.
“What?!”
“Oh come on, don’t tell me I’m the first guy to offer!”
He shrugged. “Well, uh… No, I guess you’re not. But you’re the first one to be serious! They, uh… I mean, at parties they make jokes, but…”
Avery giggled. “Oh, Jeff… What do they teach you in the Army? I can assure you those guys were serious. They made it like a joke because you were more comfortable that way. It meant you could say no and not get awkward, you could just shrug it off. If you said yes, they would pay you.”
“They would?”
“Well, I can’t vouch for all of them. I’m sure some would trick you and not pay. You gotta use some discretion,” Avery said. “But I’ll definitely pay you.”
“Oh… Uh… Okay. Yeah, fine,” he said. He closed his eyes. “Whatever. Fine. Yeah. I’ll do it. You gotta hurry though, they’re gonna want me back there when Frozen is done.”
“Well, then get to dancing,” Avery said.
Jeff took a deep breath and resumed his strip show. He shook his ass in front of Avery’s face, then turned around — his shorts were already around his ankles, so there wasn’t much stripping in this strip show. He simply wasn’t wearing enough clothes to strip.
But he did dance. He had a nice hefty cock that flopped between his legs. Avery switched the house music to a techno-Christmas album, and Jeff danced to a dubstep version of “Little Drummer Boy”. He even air-drummed like a drummer boy, and the sight of his bulging biceps made Avery’s dick so hard it was about to burst.
He beckoned Jeff, who gulped and approached. Avery grabbed his cock. Jeff winced and closed his eyes. He stood there with his hands on his hips, as far away from Avery’s chair as he could be while still being close enough for Avery to grab his dick.
Avery pulled. Jeff came closer, and closed his eyes again when his cock disappeared down Avery’s throat.
“Ah… alright…” Jeff grunted. As soon as he began, he seemed to lose a lot of his inhibitions — many guys reacted that way, as though they thought a man’s mouth was going to be painful and were surprised when it felt way better than they expected. Jeff’s face was bright red. “Wow, okay… You, uh… you get pretty deep on that.”
Avery already knew that, but he liked to hear it again. He rammed his nose all the way down deep in Avery’s crotch, nuzzling his pubic hair — which was mostly shaved. He inhaled deeply of that masculine musk.
In no time, Jeff’s cock was rock-hard and throbbing in Avery’s mouth. Jeff gasped and writhed. He moved like he hadn’t blown a nut in a long time, and it took every ounce of concentration to keep himself from blowing a load embarrassingly quickly.
Wanting to feel that shaft all the down his throat, Avery dragged Jeff’s hands up to his head. But Jeff just seemed to think he had to be gentle, and he let go of Avery’s scalp.
“You can ram it into my throat,” Avery said, wiping up all that drool that dripped past his lips. He licked Jeff’s cockshaft, making his whole body shake as Jeff moaned.
“Oh… I, uh… I don’t know… I mean, I know what, uh, but uh…” Jeff blushed. “I don’t know how…”
“What? Really? Don’t you and your fellow soldiers spend your leave banging whores? Don’t tell me you make sweet love to them and lick their pussies all night long?”
“Ew, no! No way! I don’t do that, man! No way! I don’t do prostitutes!” he looked genuinely shocked. “I mean, some guys in my unit… I’m not like that, man. You can be discharged for that. They’ll court-martial you in a heartbeat. I’m not into… I’m Christian, okay? I mean… things are different now. It was… I’m only doing this for the money. It’s not lust. That’s a sin.” He paused and bit his lip. “It’s not greed either, okay? It’s… It just makes fiscal sense. I can make more money this time of year if — nevermind, I don’t have to prove anything to you.”
“That’s right, quit talking and stick your dick in my throat!”
A strangled choking moan escaped from Jeff’s lips as he drilled his dick down Avery’s throat. He gasped and gulped. Jeff’s throat was somehow louder than Avery’s, even as Avery gagged uncontrollably and allowed his throat to be drilled.
Jeff may have been too nice to ever really ram it in anyone before, but he was tough enough and macho enough that it came easily to him. In no time, his balls swung against Avery’s chin, and Jeff grunted while precum flowed like a river down Avery’s throat.
That creamy, salty taste made Avery moan. This was already shaping up to be his best Christmas encounter ever, and it wasn’t even Christmas Eve yet.
“Okay, I’m gonna bust in a minute…” Jeff said. He pulled away. His face was bright red. His hands flailed above his spasming cock as he struggled to avoid blowing his load just yet. Avery watched and giggled. Precum flowed thickly down his shaft, and Avery licked it off, making Jeff shake like he was in pain.
Then Avery turned around and lifted his ass in the air. The sight of a man’s ass seemed to make Jeff’s erection die just a little bit, enough to bring him back from the bring of orgasm anyway. He hyperventilated as he approached Avery’s ass. He grimaced and wedged his dick between Avery’s cheeks.
“Okay, I, uh… I’ve never done this,” he said. “So you gotta tell me if I’m doing it wrong.”
“Sure thing, baby,” Avery said. He paused. “Wait, does that mean you have messed with a man’s mouth before?”
He chuckled. “It wasn’t my fault. She was dressed like a woman. I mean, he was dressed like a woman. The guys in my unit said they had all gotten blowjobs from her. But it was just a prank. It was a dark alley,” he said. “I didn’t notice she was, you know… a he.” He sounded defense. “He had tits that looked so real. They were just falsies. Ah…” Jeff gasped at the sight of his cocktip already in Avery’s ass. He had been so focused on telling Avery about the non-woman that he didn’t even notice that Avery had already gotten him started. Jeff bucked his hips and smiled at the feel of Avery’s tight ass squeezing around his cock.
One of Avery’s hands wrapped around his own dick, while he lowered his head and raised his ass. The sound of little girls screaming filled the air outside — Frozen must be finished.
“We better hurry for real then,” Avery said. He slammed his ass back, grimacing as most of Jeff’s cock slipped in. Jeff gasped. He had a big enough cock that he wasn’t used to anyone taking his entire shaft so easily.
He was still so shocked and overwhelmed by all that was happening that Jeff did little more than stand there. His rock-hard dick filled Avery’s ass up, but all of the motion came from Avery sliding back and forth. Avery didn’t mind — he enjoyed being a power bottom, and it was funny to watch a big macho soldier like Jeff react with such intense anxiety. Jeff watched his cock disappear inside Avery with his eyes wide open, as though he was constantly surprised and elated that his manhood wasn’t chopped off inside Avery’s body.
It was only right before his orgasm hit him that Jeff finally relaxed. He grimaced and gripped Avery by the hip with one hand, and by the shoulder with the other. He held on tight and slammed his dick in one time. He grunted loudly.
“Oh fuck, don’t move, man, don’t move, don’t move, don’t move,” he said over and over like he was panicking. Then he moved quickly, gyrating his hips and plowing Avery’s ass hard.
He groaned and grunted. His whole body twisted, muscles all flexing at once. He collapsed onto the ground atop Avery, his heavy Army muscles writhing above Avery’s head. He pistoned his hips a few more times, humping his dick deep in Avery’s ass in sync with the pounding bass beat of the stripper-music that still hadn’t ended.
Hot cum flowed into Avery’s ass, huge arcing jets of it that crept through Avery’s body. The warmth of his cum spread on his skin and through his veins, flowing throughout his body until Avery could feel and taste creamy cum over every inch of him.
Avery shot his own load as well, getting most of it on the floor. Jeff didn’t seem to notice. He kept on pumping his own wad deep into Avery’s ass, ending only when he got every last drop out. Jeff sighed. A wave of pleasure like melted butter exploded throughout Avery’s body, and he cried out, only to stifle the noise. He gasped. His whole body twitched and squirmed.
It was clear Jeff felt something similar, his muscles rippled where they pressed against Avery’s smooth back. His square-jawed face turned tense and red, and he plowed into Avery’s ass so hard it sent a jolt of pain accompanying the ecstasy that wracked Avery’s frame. Then, all at once, they both collapsed into a sweaty heap.
Still though, Jeff’s cock was in Avery’s ass, pulsating. A few final drops of creamy jizz hit Avery’s insides, and the heat of his load seeped into Avery’s flesh.
“Wow,” he said. “Daaaang…” He was about to say something else, but he was interrupted by Avery’s cell phone dinging to say he had gotten a text message. He lifted his upper body off, and he wiped a layer of sweat from his broadly muscled chest.
Overwhelmed by the pressure in his ass, Avery struggled to pick up the phone. Jeff didn’t move yet, just kept his limpening dick inside Avery’s tight ass. His hot breath condensed on the back of Avery’s neck.
He is santa not yr playtoy bring him back girls want santa. Gross.
“My sister says you need to go back. The girls want Santa,” Avery said.
He nodded and pulled away. Potent relief flooded Avery, who sighed and sprawled out on the floor. He lazily wrote out a check for Jeff before typing a response to his sister. Jeff sighed too, and then he wiped his dick clean with a wad of tissues from the box beside the bed.
Don’t be jealous sis. His cum tastes like peppermint so it is still holiday-appropriate. Deck yr own halls.
Jeff hurriedly got dressed again. He had put the fatsuit in the garage, so he walked out of Avery’s apartment above it wearing just those shorts again, putting on Avery’s t-shirt as he went. “Thanks!” he called out.
“No. Thank you,” Avery said. “Can you bring those presents there over?” he pointed to the pile in the corner. “They’re for my nieces. Tell them they’re early presents from the North Pole. Or whatever, make up your own story.”
“Yeah, sure, good idea.” He seemed relieved — that would explain where he was, it was a good excuse. He didn’t know Avery’s sister had already guessed what was happening. She knew how Avery rolled.
“See you later, Jeff. Remember — those dudes are not joking. You can make money letting them swing on your dick. Good money.”
He blushed with the undersized t-shirt half-on his chest. He pulled it down and cleared his throat. “Sweet. Okay. Thanks,” he said. “Yeah, I guess… I should’ve figured that out. Thanks. Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas, Santa!”