Santa undid his red robe, revealing dingy white long underwear that cradled his belly and powerful chest.
He wasn’t as fat as most depictions of him. He was stout, sure, and he looked like he had never had a six-pack, even when he was very young. But he was broad-shouldered and well-muscled beneath all that meaty flesh; he had a big barrel chest that shook and flexed as he undressed. He had a civilized-bear look to him, with a big jaw and a powerful face. His beard was bushy and full, and when Avery got closer, he realized the beard was where that cinnamon scent came from. Avery unbuttoned the crotch of his long underwear and let his thick cock flop out.
From Santa Claus