Avery is at a dying mall to buy a Christmas present when he spies a mall Santa with a physique he could admire for days… His name is Finn, and when the Santa suit comes off, he’s willing to give Avery a swing on his meat with a little monetary persuasion!
Ho ho ho! Can Avery ring in a merry holiday?
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Avery squeezed through the crowds in the KT Toys. He had what he came for, but he kept it clutched tightly in front of him, and he kept it in a bag tightly closed so no one could see that was what it was. It was a rare and valuable object that nearly everyone in this store right now would have gladly stolen. So he tried to make a face as though he didn’t have one.
It was the pink Princess Teddy doll.
That was one of the characters on a TV show about unicorns and sharing and BFFs, and Avery absolutely despised it. But he watched it with his nieces, and he read the books in the characters’ voices. and they had begged for the pink doll for Christmas. Apparently, the pink one was rare, and it was the it-thing this year for girls.
And Avery had his.
Avery was flamboyant and outgoing, and he had friends everywhere, including on the KT Toys staff. So he had slipped an extra hundred bucks to his friend Terry, got the pink doll and finally made it out the door into the mall.
He felt like a conquering champion returning home with treasure, he thought, and he couldn’t wait to see the look on his niece’s face when she opened her presents on Christmas morning.
The Pickspring mall had not been doing well for years, just like most malls. Avery was surprised, though, by how bad it was. KT Toys was a bustling anchor store, but the rest of the mall was a ghost-town of empty storefronts. All of the remaining businesses were crammed into one corner of the mall. There was a hats-and-sneakers store with no English anywhere on the signs, a witchcraft store with one bored goth behind the counter, a jewelry store that appeared to have no stock at the moment, a kiosk where an elderly Asian woman looked fearfully at an array of cell phone cases and one more attraction: a North Pole crowded with children and parents here to see a mall Santa.
The KT Toys opened right up into the part of the mall that had the North Pole, and those were the only two attractions with visitors right now. So almost the entire mall was a sepulchral mausoleum whiffy of abandoned capitalism, but the ten percent or so that was occupied by the KT Toys and the North Pole, that was crowded with visitors. The unused part was so drafty and chilled, billowingly shadowy, that Avery wouldn’t have been surprised to see a horde of zombies come out of the darkness. Children hid from the inky blackness of it, hiding behind their mothers and older siblings who waited impatiently for the line to move.
Avery was going to walk by on his way out the door. He had come in through the external door over by the Latino hat-and-sneaker outlet. The mall Santa hadn’t been here yet when Avery arrived this morning — Avery had been smoking weed with Terry on the roof of the KT Toys for a couple hours as part of his scheme to acquire the pink Princess Teddy — so Avery didn’t notice until he was walking by that Santa was a beefcake.
Avery expected Santas to be fat, which is why it caught his eyes when he realized that this Santa had a well-sculpted frame barely hidden by the fat suit and billowy robe. He had a square, grizzled jaw beneath the white fuzzy beard. His eyes were bright blue, his cheekbones high and strong, his jaw square and jutting.
“Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas, little girl! Have you been nice or naughty this year?” He had a booming baritone. It sent a chill up Avery’s spine.
Avery couldn’t help but stop and stare. He wondered if he could get a better look at the man’s muscles once the kids were gone. Sometimes he managed to talk men into letting him do that, and sometimes he just paid them for it.
And sometimes, he got to do more than just appreciate them.
So Avery went to the witchcraft store to waste some time until the North Pole closed. The goth there was suitably awkward and morose, and she was completely devoid of salesmanship. He bought a new glass pipe when she seemed to get antsy, but then he stayed and regaled her with stories she didn’t want to hear.
Avery didn’t care, he just wanted to pass the time until the North Pole closed. The witchcraft store only made one additional sale in the time Avery was there, and that was only for three incense sticks. Counting Avery’s pipe, that had been barely more than thirty dollars for two hours. That couldn’t bode well for this store’s chances, Avery thought, no wonder the mall was going under.
Soon, Avery saw the crowd thinning out. He went to the pretzel stand and got one right before it closed, then ate it watching and waiting while Santa finished up with the last little girl.
“Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas! And what would you like for Christmas, little girl?”
“I want a pink Princess Teddy and the MitSlip app and the Humbleberry backpack and a pony that can do homework and a coloring book and stickers — lots of stickers!” The little girl used hand gestures to show how many stickers she wanted: a huge stack of them.
“That’s a lot of things! I’ll have to make the elves work overtime tonight, ho ho ho!” Santa laughed. “The North Pole’s sticker factory can only make-“
“I want pony stickers and rainbow stickers and the same animal stickers that Ava has and big stickers and stickers with circles and polka dots-“
“Ho ho ho! I think you’ve given Santa a very good idea of what kind of stickers-“
“And I want good sticky stickers that don’t fall off,” the little girl said, throwing her hands in the air and glaring at her parents accusatorily. “And Barbie stickers. And stickers for my doll house. And stickers that are blue and green and orange and yellow and-“
“Okay, sweetie, that’s enough sticker talk,” the girl’s mother said. Her father tried to collect her but the girl cried and gripped Santa’s robes and fat-suit. There were more kinds of stickers to list. Santa tried to explain that he would bring a variety pack of every kind of sticker, but the girl was crying too hard to hear any of that.
Avery just ate his pretzel and waited for it to be over. The last thing the girl said as her father carried her away was, “Oh, and an X-Box with four controllers and all the games ever! And stickers for the X-Box!”
Finally she was gone. Santa waved jollily towards the girl and her family until they were out of the mall. Then he sighed and pulled his beard off. He said something to the elf that Avery couldn’t hear.
The elf left right away, leaving only Santa. The mall was almost closed, and all of the shops were closed or closing. Santa hadn’t noticed Avery there, still lingering by the pretzel stand.
Avery walked over to him. He was glad to see that this Santa was as well-shaped as he had thought. His muscles bulged beneath the fat-suit. “Hi,” Avery said.
He nodded. “Sup, man.” He sighed. “You got a kid with you? I’m off the clock, but I can-“
“No, I don’t have any kids,” Avery said. “I have a proposal. What would you think…?” Avery smiled flirtatiously. “About taking me into one of these abandoned stores and letting me see what you look like under that suit.”
“U, what…? That ain’t what Santa does.” The man’s eyes opened wide and he chuckled. He played with the fuzzy gray fake Santa-beard.
“That’s not what I asked,” Avery said. “I can sweeten the pot. One hundred bucks. I appreciate the male form, and I want to see yours. The whole thing.”
He opened his mouth to say yes — Avery could virtually see the words dancing on his lips — but then he hesitated. “Two hundred bucks, man.”
Avery could have talked him down. But he decided not to. He could afford it, and it was the Christmas season, after all. “Fine,” he said. He giggled. “Let’s do it in the closed Cinnamon Bun Hut over there. I bet it still smells good.”
He led Santa — who said his real name was Finn — to the closed Cinnamon Bun Hut, which indeed still had that mouth-watering odor. Finn walked stiffly, like he still wasn’t sure if he regretted this or not. Avery smiled at Finn, who deeply blushed but affected a forced confident, swaggerous walk. The few employees left in the mall hurried to lock their stores up. No one noticed Avery and Finn heading off to the abandoned part of the mall.
The stale cinnamon-bun smell made Avery’s mouth water even before he dropped to his knees. He was excited, this had all happened so fast. He giggled and looked up at Finn.
“Alright, c’mon, man, hell yeah,” Finn said with a grunt. Once his Santa-ness went away, as he shrugged off his fat suit, Finn gained a certain thuggy swagger. He didn’t come across as a thug, but he did sound like he would be at home in a backwards baseball cap and a pair of sagging jeans. Underneath the fat suit, he had on boxers that he slowly tugged down. He flexed his biceps and kissed each one. “Uh-huh, you really into muscles and shit, huh? You go around lookin’ for mall Santas to mess around with? That’s nasty.”
Avery giggled. He flopped Finn’s limp dick over his face, chasing it with his tongue. Every time he made contact with it, Finn grunted and shifted his weight on his feet. The yeasty, roasty and warming smell of cinnamon buns mixed with Finn’s natural musk — he had sweated all day in that Santa suit — to give a homey smell, like a crowded but cozy home on Christmas morning.
“I don’t have a thing for mall Santas,” Avery said. “I just appreciate the male form.”
Whatever Finn was going to say next, he stopped because Avery sucked hard on the tip of his dick, and Finn’s voice broke before he formed any words.
His dick got hard as Finn sighed. He moaned and bit his lip. He wished more girls sucked dick like they liked it, like they really loved the taste of cock. He had lots of girls — there were three females he was messing with right now — but it never felt this good. Most of them couldn’t deep-throat anything like this.
Finn’s knees went weak. He hadn’t expected it to feel this good. “Goddamn, man…”
Precum flowed down Avery’s throat. It was thick and creamy and warm and it made Avery crave more. The salty flavor made him hungry for it. He deep-throated Finn to the root, making his whole body shake beneath the red pants he still wore.
He still had a tee shirt on too, soaked in sweat because of the fat suit and the robe, and he had suspenders on to keep those cavernous pants up. Avery reached up to massage his nipples underneath his shirt. Finn threw his head back and moaned, grabbing Avery’s hands over his nipples. He held onto Avery’s hands with his much larger hands, his wifebeater shirt pulled up to his neck — then he finally lifted it over his head, baring that powerful, rippling chest which gleamed with the layer of sweat that still covered it.
“Hmmm… Santa… All I want for Christmas is for you to cornhole me in the ass… hard… Please? Plow into me as hard as you can,” Avery said, crooning and cringing as he stroked Finn’s dick. He could tell that Finn like that kind of begging-dirty-talk, because it made his spine shudder and his dick pulsate, making more precum pour over Avery’s tongue.
“Goddamn, you are nasty,” Finn said. His tone suggested that that was an insult but also a compliment. He had a smile flicker over his face. Then he sighed like this was a big imposition. “Fine. I’ll plow ya up the asshole, boy, swear to God.”
Avery pulled off his dick and played with it for a moment, stroking the moist shaft and licking Finn’s balls. Finn stood there like a statue, or like a soldier at attention. His hips gyrated as though he was so desperate to get in Avery’s ass that his body was already penetrating the hole that wasn’t even lined up with his crotch yet.
“Get on all fours, man, c’mon,” Finn said. He sucked on his teeth. The further he got from his job as a mall Santa, Avery had noticed, the more of a thug Finn became. He swaggered up behind Avery and roughly dragged his ass into position so he could stick him in it.
Avery gasped, his lungs heaving for air since he had been deep-throating until just a moment ago, and Finn didn’t give him a chance to recover his breath. His breathing was ragged and hoarse still as Finn put his ass in its place.
Then he gripped Avery’s cheeks, spreading them and sneering at his tight hole. “Wink at me, boi. Wink at me three times.”
Avery giggled but did so. He clenched and released his ass three times. Finn grunted his approval. Then he rammed his middle finger in, roughly enough to make Avery yelp. Pain exploded in his ass.
“Hmm…” Finn said as though he didn’t like what his middle finger found. But he only kept his finger in there for a second before he removed it and wedged his dick between his cheeks. “Beg me for it, boy.”
Avery tried to sound like an exaggerating porn star. “Please, I-“
“Not like that. No please. You want Finn Chamberton’s meat, you beg for it. Demand it like you need it.”
“I need it! I need you inside me-“
“Don’t call me you, I ain’t ya boyfriend. Say my name.”
“I need it! I demand Finn Chamberton’s dick inside me-“
“Where?”
“In my ass! Please, stick it in me-“
“No please! We ain’t in church, boy, you don’t gotta say please.”
“Plow me now! Destroy me, Finn, put it in my ass!”
“Hmmm…” Finn smiled and drilled his dick in. He loved slamming his cock into a tight asshole and watching as pain turned to pleasure.
He was surprised at how much Avery’s ass felt like a girl’s. Avery had a nice smooth ass that clenched tightly around Finn’s dick, like it was trying to hold onto him, and Avery writhed most delightfully beneath him. Finn smiled. It was tough to find a girl who would let him go hard like this, they usually made him slow down and be gentle.
“Alright, gonna really get deep in you now, yeah…” Finn said with a grunt. He grabbed Avery by the back of the neck and held on tight. He squeezed on his neck like he was picking a cat up by its nape.
He threw his head back and slammed his dick in. Electric spasms of pleasure erupted in Avery’s ass. Avery gasped. It was one of the most intense moments of his life, his entire body shaking with the power of Finn’s macho body penetrating him over and over. Finn rammed into him, his foot-long cock hitting Avery hard with each thrust of his hips.
Avery hadn’t even noticed they were gone from the Cinnamon Bun Hut — that smell had been overpowered by the intense ass-funk that came from Avery’s precum-coated hole, so he didn’t notice himself crawling and Finn ramrodding his behind the whole way. They had made their way through the unused part of the mall. Avery realized it when they were back under the emergency night-time lighting, and Avery was momentarily blinded before his eyes adjusted. Finn had managed to move across the floor even with his red Santa pants around his ankles.
They had shuffled and gyrated their way back to the North Pole now, Avery clawing over the felt decorations and the elf costume carefully laid out on the steps that led up to Santa’s chair. Avery knocked over a reindeer (Prancer) as he cried out.
“Take it, man, keep that ass high! I ain’t say to stop it! I ain’t done wit’ that ass!”
He sure hoped there was no one left in the mall, because if there was, they would definitely hear what was happening. But Avery was beyond being able or willing to stop this. His prostate thrummed and throbbed, Finn slamming into him so hard he screamed, or would have if he could take a deep breath. Instead all that came out was a breathless, wordless growl.
“Hey.” Finn stopped moving with his cock all the way in Avery’s ass. It throbbed painfully, and Finn spread his legs, moving his hips until Avery twitched. Finn stayed right there, watching as Avery twitched. “Hey. Boy. You hear me? Say somethin’.”
Avery opened his mouth but the sensations coursing through his body made it impossible to think. He furiously stroked his own cock, the motion making his whole body shake on Finn’s dick.
Finn slapped Avery’s hand off his dick. “No jackin’ off for a second, man, not until you focus on my words and do what I say. You hear me?”
“Y-Yes.” Avery’s voice was tense and creaky. “Please… Keep going-“
“You can stop begging. I’m-a finish wit’ you when I’m ready, but not cuz you beggin’ for it.” He stayed right there, cock so far in it was entirely invisible, the shaft completely swallowed up by Avery’s ass. His coarse pubic hair scratched at Avery’s cheeks. Pleasure exploded over and over in Avery’s body, which tightened and writhed and undulated beneath Finn’s meaty thickness.
There was just silence. He hadn’t asked a question, and Avery was too close to orgasm, too desperate to jack himself off to say anything or think about what Finn wanted.
“I, uh-“
“Shut up! Say my name.”
“Finn! Finn Chamberton!”
“Good. Who got the biggest dick ever been in ya ass?”
“Finn Chamberton!”
He snickered, and the movement made his dick twitch in Avery’s ass. Avery gasped. Finn flicked his fingers against Avery’s asscheek. “Hey, can you sound like a girl-?”
“C’mon, please keep going, don’t play, c’mon…” Avery felt tears coming to his eyes. The pressure in his ass was intense, and he could feel the orgasm roiling beneath his senses. He was right on the verge, and Finn was just keeping him there. The best part was, Finn didn’t even seem to realize that.
“No. Shut ya face, boy. You want me to finish doin’ it to you so good, you do what I say. I’ll make you cum right,” Finn said. He grinned as he grabbed Avery by the hair. He pulled hard — girls never let him do that. “So moan like a girl. Make sounds like a girl.”
Avery managed to make a feminine moan. He was normally somewhat flamboyant and could sound girlish when he wanted to. It was difficult in this moment because the pressure in his ass was so intense, but still, he managed to sound like a girl.
“Good. That’s real good,” Finn said. Then he pulled out his cell phone. He took a picture of his cock wedged tightly in Avery’s asshole, which was so smooth, his hips so apple-shaped and his skin so pale that he looked like a woman if you didn’t see any other part of him. Finn took a couple pics. “Alright, now, beg and moan while I cum inside you. I’m-a wait till my friends see this then tell ‘em it was a man later.” He snickered.
“Oh, god, please… cum in my ass, Finn Chamberton…” Avery said the best he could. His voice was weak and it broke several times. It took him a moment to realize that Finn was making a phone call to leave a voice-mail.
It was only once he began gyrating again, in earnest, that Avery realized Finn was trying to fool someone into thinking he was fucking a woman in the ass right now. Avery played along the best he could, stroking his own cock as Finn began to plow into him once more.
“Yo! Lamont, just thought you might like that pic, man, I know you been beggin’ me to stick it in you like that!” He laughed, then paused for a moment because he was worried his voice would break. He switched to a lower, menacing rumble which he thought would make it less obvious if his voice did break. “That’s me plowin’ some bitch in the ass, she been beggin’ me for it. She been demandin’ I stick my meat all up in her! I’s explorin’ her ass, boy! I’s excavatin’ that booty! White girl ass ain’t just for homeboys no more!”
That was when Avery cried out as loud as he could, moaning as femininely as he could manage. A lot of women had unnaturally deep voices when having sex, Avery thought, which helped him sound normal — no one expected “her” to sound too feminine in the throes of an anal orgasm.
“Makin’ her cum just with my dick in her ass, boi, I know you can’t say that! You havin’ fun at work tonight? Huh? How’s that for a mall-Santa pussy?! Huh?” He pounded on his chest and placed the phone right above Avery’s asshole, so he could record the sight of his dick ramming in over and over.
He was just in time for the phone’s camera to pick up on his dickshaft throbbing in Avery’s hole. His veins pulsated as his balls crawled up in his sac. Finn grunted and slapped Avery’s cheeks hard enough to make a loud, sharp ringing sound.
At last cum sprayed into Avery’s ass, big creamy gobs of it that stuck to his insides and spread within him. Avery had been waiting for this for so long that he cried out and sighed, a few more tears beading at his eyes.
The pleasure was long and slow and luxuriant. Avery’s asshole was tender and sensitive, but all of Finn’s rough, harsh ass-pounding ended as he came. He gently slid his spasming dick in and out, since that made for a good video. It was very visual, with thick white cum sticking to his shaft and turning to a bigger mess as he kept going.
Avery’s moans were loud, but feminine enough, especially since the sound was very echoey in the high-ceilinged mall. Finn kept the camera-phone running until he couldn’t take it anymore, and his exquisitely sensitive dick demanded he remove it.
He sighed and leaned back as his cock plopped out. “Goddamn, boy,” Finn said. “You got one hell of an asshole. All I want for Christmas is a girl wit’ butt like that.”
Avery crawled over to him, his ass still too sore to let him stand up. His knees were weak and wobbly too. He hugged Finn’s trunk-like thighs and kissed the root of his ass-funked dick. It smelled strongly of cum, making Avery crave more. He licked a trail up Finn’s flat belly and his powerful pecs.
“Okay, okay, that’s enough touchin’ for two-hundred bucks,” Finn said. He gently but firmly shoved Avery’s head away. “You best pay up.”
Avery nodded. He took out his wallet and counted out two hundred dollars. He gave it to Finn, who smiled, showing off those charismatic dimples. Then Finn reached into the wallet and pulled out the remaining fifty-two dollars in cash.
“This is my Christmas bonus,” Finn said with a snort. “On account of I did it so good. Right? I deserve it.”
“Yeah,” Avery said. He giggled. He went right back to kissing Finn’s sweat-dappled chest and playing with his nipples. Finn snorted but allowed it since he had just taken a bonus anyway. He stood there with his red pants around his ankles, then finally just stepped out of them — he was going to change his clothes before he left for the night.
Eventually Finn was about to make Avery stop — Christmas “bonus” or not — when his phone rang. He shoved Avery away so he could get to it. He thought it was Lamont responding to the voice-mail he had left for him and/or the video and pics he had sent him.
Instead, it was Charlotte. She was one of Finn’s girls. Finn answered the phone with a nonchalant lean, like a pimp. “Yo, baby.” His voice had added a soft, sultry post-orgasmic sound to its rumbling-bass tone. “Uh-huh.”
Avery grinned. His clothes were back on, but Finn still stood there with his loose-fitting red Santa pants on the floor by him. The only thing he wore were his heavy workboots and the wifebeater he had put back on. Avery massaged his chest and gave Finn’s dick a stroke, making him buck and his voice break.
“Goddamn. Yeah, baby. I’ll eat you up good. Uh-huh. You gonna give up the booty? Hell yeah… I’ll treat you right,” he said. He hung up and looked at Avery. “You can quit now. I got a girl waitin’ for me.”
Avery nodded and watched Finn put his civilian clothes back on. He carried his Santa suit with him as they both walked back out to the parking lot. Finn grunted a goodbye.
“I-” Avery squealed. “Wait!” He ran for the door to the mall, grabbing it just a half-second before it shut and automatically locked. He swore because the door crushed his fingers. “Sorry, sorry, I forgot something!”
“What?” Finn furrowed his brow and watched.
Avery darted into the mall. He had to use his cell phone as a flashlight, his heart thumping as all of his post-sex exhaustion vanished. He had spent hours getting that pink Princess Teddy and then he left it in an abandoned Cinnamon Bun Hut — he wasn’t going to let that happen.
Finally he nearly stumbled over the bag from KT Toys. He breathed a sigh of relief and went back out into the parking lot. Finn still milled about there, looking confused. Avery thought it was cute: Finn didn’t want to leave yet because he treated Avery like a girl who would have been scared to be in the dark parking lot alone, but Finn glowered meanly at Avery because he didn’t want it to be obvious that he was being chivalrous.
“C’mon, dude, hurry up,” Finn said with a sneer. He got back to his car, one of only two left in the lot. Avery was parked right next to him.
“Sorry, I just forgot my bag,” Avery said. He still didn’t trust Finn not to steal it if he knew there was something valuable in there, so he just shrugged. “I got a Christmas card for my Mom, that’s all. And some chocolates.”
“Whatever. Later, bro.” He took a deep breath and grinned. “I’m-a get anal tonight!” He clapped his hands and opened his car door.
“You’ll be ready to go again?”
“Shit…. I can nut over and over again, man, I got dick for days. I don’t quit, swear to God,” he said. He kissed the air, which showed off his handsome face and dimples. “That’s why girls can’t get enough of me.”
“Oh. Cool. Good luck, Santa” Avery said. “Later. I promise I’ll be on the naughty list this year and I’ll wait by the chimney with my ass in the air and a bottle of lube ready to go. Maybe I’ll see you then?”
Finn grunted and sneered. “Maybe. Man, I got females beggin’ for me to come after ‘em. They love that Santa shit. Plus I get all kinda moms comin’ through the North Pole at the mall, they all want a ride.” He smiled, stopping at his ramshackle car. He grabbed his cock through his loose-fitting jeans. “I get laid plenty, dude. My dick don’t need none of ya pervert stuff.” He shrugged. Then he blushed and lowered his voice. “But, uh… yeah. Call me after Christmas.”
