gifts – Mansploitation

The Cocky Pimp Bottoms

Jay Bone is a pimp who only lets one man cut his hair… the twinky barber Desmond, who’s also willing to service every inch of Jay Bone’s body. But Jay Bone has an interesting offer on Desmond’s birthday, cuz this alpha male pimp is willing to experience a twink on top!

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Desmond was glad to see Jay Bone come into his barbershop for two reasons. First of all, it had been a slow day and Desmond could use the tip — Jay Bone was a pimp, which meant he was very particular about who cut his hair. He only accepted Desmond. He was a good tipper, so Desmond was glad to cut his hair. The second reason Desmond was glad to see Jay Bone was that Jay Bone always gave Desmond a swing on his dick after his haircut. His delicious dick made Desmond’s mouth water, and Jay Bone had a powerful body brimming with muscle, along with a handsome face that made the girls come running.
Hence, he was a pimp. Desmond eagerly invited him to sit down in his barber’s chair with the same fervor all his bitches promised to please him.
Jay Bone strode in wearing his powder-blue suit with a pink tie and an azure fedora, like an old-school cabbie’s hat. He was dipping and dapping, walking to his own rhythm. He was tall and stately like a skyscraper, and he commanded attention like a white man with a clipboard. Everybody turned to look at his mug, he got a handsome face but an ugly nose, which somehow accentuated the handsomeness of his face.
Though everyone looked at him, conversation stopped when he entered and didn’t resume until he spoke. That was because he exuded authority like sweat and because he was a Crip. The Cityside Barbershop of Lawndale was not a gang-affiliated business, but it was in a Bloods neighborhood and everyone who worked there, including Desmond, was Bloods-affiliated.
Jay Bone came in all the time. It wasn’t forbidden for a Crip to come into a Bloods barbershop. But it did make all the niggas and homies in the waiting room shush their mugs and avoid looking at him. All except Desmond, in whose chair Jay Bone sat.
“How you doin’, Desmond-wit’-a-Geo? You got a new tattoo, huh, I ain’t seen that one?” Jay Bone always called Desmond Desmond-wit’-a-Geo because Desmond used to have a Chevy Geo, and he stopped to give Jay Bone a ride once. That car had been totaled in an accident two years ago, but Jay Bone was fixated on it — he was the kind of nigga who picked one fact about each person and repeated it often as though it showed that he cared about others. Of course, his inability to update that fact when it changed made him seem like he was incapable of caring about anyone other than himself.
But Desmond was willing to forgive him for all of his faults, as long as he got the chance to swing on that meat once in a while. “Yeah, I just got it a month ago-“
“You the man, Desmond, I only let you cut my hair, nigga. My hair’s too perfect to let any nigga touch it. You’s a fool if you let anyone but a sissy cut yo’ hair. Sissies and bitches, in that order, that’s who know how to cut hair,” he said. He paused thoughtfully. “And Italian men. I dunno what it is ’bout them, they can do it. You know any Italian barbers, Desmond-wit’-a-Geo?”
“No. Well, one, I think but he-” As usual, Jay Bone didn’t let Desmond get a word in. He always took over the conversation like this, asking questions without listening for an answer. He only spoke in monologues.
“Not in Baltimore, course. Them guidos is in Jersey and shit,” Jay Bone said. “We only got Pollacks here. You know about Pollacks? They’s like white people but retarded and uuuh-uuuugly!”
“Uh-huh.” Desmond just got started on the haircut, nodding along with Jay Bone. There was no point in trying to really talk to him. Conversation resumed in the rest of the shop. No one wanted to get on Jay Bone’s bad side, so everyone kept their voices lower than his.
“I got this new bitch, Desmond. You’d like her. She Spanish or some shit, half-Spanish, I think. Like Colombian. Is El Dorado a real place? She might be from El Dorado. She got a nice fat ass. Gonna get you over some time to get me off so she can see it though. She don’t suck a nigga dick worth a damn. Need a fuckin’ map and compass to find it and shit,” Jay Bone said as Desmond cut his hair and nodded along. “Got a mouth like a puppy’s water bowl. You know this nigga need more ‘an that!”
“Sounds like a doll.”
“Yeah, she got ass that don’t quit. She can learn about the blowjobs. That’s teachable. You can’t teach ass, that’s what I always say, nigga.”
“Yeah.”
“That shit is inborn, y’know. Reckon ya get that from yo’ mama. That’s prolly where sissy come from too. When yo’ mama bigger than yo’ daddy,” he said.
“My mom is tiny,” Desmond said. “She-“
“I mean big in spirit,” he said. He glowered at Desmond like he didn’t like to be contradicted.
“Oh, uh… yeah, I guess maybe.” Desmond wrinkled his nose. Jay Bone glared at him and Desmond didn’t want to antagonize him. “She got spirit.”
“Yup. That’s it,” he said as Desmond finished up the haircut. “You busy on Saturday? You can come over and jerk me off, show her how. Gonna have to be early though, she gotta work in the evening. She got a legion of johns and jimmies lookin’ to run up and down that snatch, and you know Jay Bone do provide!”
“Hmm… I’ve got, uh… not plans, exactly, uh… this weekend. It’s my birthday. Technically today, actually,” Desmond said. He was glad to have a subtle way to throw that in there because he thought Jay Bone would give him a bigger tip as a birthday present. It would be grubby to ask.
“Yo’ birthday is today?”
Desmond nodded. He took Jay Bone’s money and a satisfyingly generous tip, then smiled at him, gesturing towards the backroom. Jay Bone nodded and followed him that way. The other barbers and customers were visibly relieved that he was gone, and conversation became louder the moment the door to the backroom shut.
“Happy birthday, nigga.”
“Thanks.”
The back of the Cityside Barbershop was a dusty old storage area, with an office at the far end, next to the door leading to the alley behind the building. The owner — Johnny Cee — strictly forbade anyone from using the office when he wasn’t there, and he had told Desmond on numerous occasions not to use it to jerk niggas off.
But that was where Jay Bone went. That was where he always went. He knew Johnny Cee didn’t want him there, which was precisely why he did it. Johnny Cee didn’t get mad, and he didn’t blame Desmond for it. He knew nobody could tell Jay Bone no.
Not that Desmond wanted to tell him no. As Jay Bone pushed a stack of papers off the sturdy table in one corner of the room, Desmond admired the twisting of his muscles beneath that powder-blue suit. He had a big, broad body with a square jaw and rippling flesh, like a Hollywood-Hercules but dressed like a colorful pimp. When the table was clear he sighed as though having second thoughts about this.
Desmond sunk to his knees. “Is somethin’ wrong, sugar? Lemme show you what’s right…”
“Just thinkin’ some thoughts, lil queer,” Jay Bone said. Then he grunted and frowned at Desmond. “Gonna give you a birthday present, Desmond. You gonna enjoy, cuz of course you will. You game?”
“Uh… for what?” Desmond wondered if he was going to give weed, which Desmond would enjoy, or maybe cocaine, which Desmond would also enjoy but wished he wouldn’t offer. Desmond knew he wouldn’t turn it down though.
It was his birthday weekend, after all.
“Seven minutes, nigga. You get seven minutes in heaven, got it? That’s my birthday present to you. That’s seven birthday presents, really. You keep yo’ mouth shut about dis. You tell people you jerked me off,” he said. He took a deep breath. “But you can have yo’ way wit’ me fo’ seven minutes. I ain’t nevuh been wit’ a nigga… y’know, like that. I ain’t nevuh take dick in the ass. I gave a nigga head once in the joint. Nasty. Don’t tell no one that neither, or I’ll shove yo’ dick down yo’ throat. You gonna love this! Jay Bone got a killer body, all over, dick, ass, balls, shit, his toes is worth a million bucks apiece. Know dat!”
“Wait, so…?”
He scowled and furrowed his eyebrows. “You got seven minutes. You can make me do anything you want fo’ seven minutes. You can plow my ass, make me swallow yo’ dick, whatever you want. Jay Bone is a full-service kinda nigga, y’know. I would give you seven minutes wit’ one of my bitches, but I know you wouldn’t know what to do wit’ ’em,” he said. “My bitches needta be treated propuh! Proper as pandas!” He took out his cell phone and set up the timer.
“Ain’t you gonna take off your clothes?”
“Nah, nigga. That’s part of yo’ seven minutes,” Jay Bone said with a mean grin.
His mind raced. Desmond hurriedly took off his own clothes before Jay Bone was ready with the timer. He blushed, certain he looked like a drooling idiot. But he was glad to have the chance to plow Jay Bone — there was no way anyone would ever believe him anyway, so Desmond had intention of telling anyone.
“Yo’ time starts… now,” Jay Bone said. He put his phone down. This was all happening so fast that Desmond had trouble adjusting. He had a feeling that was part of Jay Bone’s plan — by flummoxing Desmond, he could still give this “present” without giving Desmond the chance to take full advantage of it like he might be able to if he had known this was going to happen.
“Uh… okay, you gotta get down on yo’ knees,” Desmond said, his voice wavering. He wasn’t used to telling alpha males what to do, and this situation felt especially awkward because Jay Bone was more than a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier than Desmond. Every fiber of Desmond’s being told him to get down on his knees instead. He was the thin twink, so that’s the position he felt he was “supposed” to be in. Topping Jay Bone felt like a transgression, Desmond thought, whose nervous voice repeated his request, “Get down on yo’ knees, nigga.”
Jay Bone did so. Even on his knees he was much to tall to jerk Desmond’s dick. He had to stoop down even lower than that. He inhaled deeply of Desmond’s dick as though he enjoyed the scent, though when he looked back he wrinkled his nose.
“You smell like coconut, nigga,” he said, over-enunciating like he either hated coconut or loved it. Before Desmond could ask which, pangs of pleasure shot up his body as Jay Bone swallowed his dick. His mouth encircled Desmond’s shaft.
He didn’t do this like someone who had only ever done it once, in prison, Desmond thought. He wasn’t about to say that though, that was a sure way to raise Jay Bone’s massive ire.
The sensation wracking his body was incredible, made all the more intense by the awkwardity of the situation — Jay Bone’s fumbling tongue, his hesitant movements, his scratchy scruffy chin rubbing against Desmond’s flesh. Desmond rumbled and moaned so loud it was audible in the frontroom of the barbershop.
“Yo, Desmond havin’ a good time! Jay Bone must be feedin’ him all kind of birthday meat!”
“Nigga frontin’-!”
“Sit’cha ass down!”
“Jay Bone doin’ it right, Desmond?!”
They wouldn’t be teasing Jay Bone if there was some chance Jay Bone recognized their voices. The men in the front room laughed in a mixture of bravado and anxiety. Though most of them let Desmond jerk them off from time to time, they all tried to keep it more discrete than Jay Bone did. None of them would ever even think about jerking Desmond off instead.
But Jay Bone was doing it, and he wasn’t even hesitant or reluctant. He did it like he knew what he was doing and enjoyed it. He deep-throated Desmond to the root, and he snuck his tongue out to lick Desmond’s shaft, making Desmond shift his weight between his feet and suck on his breath.
“Goddamn, Jay Bone… Holy fuck… who taught you how to do this?” Desmond’s hands clutched Jay Bone’s head, upon which was still balanced his blue fedora. It was much darker than his suit, and Desmond worried he would leave fingerpints on it — no doubt resulting in Jay Bone admonishing him and making him pay to have it drycleaned — so Desmond let go of it right away.
Spit dripped in great gobs down Desmond’s shaft. Jay Bone’s mouth was loud and moist, exactly the way Desmond loved it. He bucked his hips to help Jay Bone swallow every inch of his meat, snaking his dick down Jay Bone’s tight throat.
Desmond was deeply aware of the time ticking away. He saw the timer on Jay Bone’s cell phone display, sitting on the desk in the center of the office. Desmond reached down to undo Jay Bone’s pink tie and take his jacket off.
It was awkward, to say the least. Jay Bone made no effort to make it easy for Desmond, though he didn’t go out of his way to make it difficult. Desmond’s fingers fumbled as he strained to reach Jay Bone’s shirt-buttons, but he eventually managed to get it unbuttoned and off.
Then he shuddered. His knees went weak. His hard cock spasmed, and for the first time, Jay Bone let out an intense moan, making a sound for the first time. It wasn’t clear if it was a moan of disgust or delight now that he tasted precum. It was hot and creamy, and Desmond felt it spewing out into Jay Bone’s mouth.
The precum flowed down his throat. Desmond had never felt himself emit so much, but this was such an awe-inspiring situation that he couldn’t stop himself. The precum was voluminous and thick, and it coated Jay Bone’s tongue.
Desmond gasped and threw his head back. His mind said to move on to anal. He only had five and a half minutes left — had it really only been a minute and a half? But it was tough to tear his cock away from such unimaginable bliss inside Jay Bone’s mouth.
“Okay, uh, take off your pants,” Desmond said. His voice sounded impossibly weak and tinny in the cramped office. Jay Bone sighed and growled. Desmond felt a surge of fear as Jay Bone pulled off and stood, like he might be about to attack Desmond. “I mean… if you want to…”
“It’s yo’ birthday, nigga. I do whatevuh you want,” he said with a grin. “I wanna see why my bitches complain so much about gettin’ stuck in the ass. You got a big dick?”
“Uh… It’s pretty big,” Desmond said. He blushed.
Jay Bone knelt against the table, but again, he was much too tall for that to work. Desmond chuckled and smacked his cheeks to tell him to get down lower. “You’re bending over like I do,” Desmond said. “But I’m shorter than you. We can’t just reverse positions and expect that to work.”
“Alright, lil queer, I get it, I’s pickin’ up what you puttin’ down,” Jay Bone said. He sunk all the way to the ground on his knees, crouched over. He dropped his powder-blue slacks and the silk boxers he always wore, revealing a perfectly plump, smooth brown ass. He sighed and shook his head.
“There you go, that’s good, nigga,” Desmond said. He tried to sound like a deep-voiced thug, like Jay Bone, but that only accentuated how flamboyant and effeminate his actual voice was. Both he and Jay Bone laughed.
Desmond’s instincts said to dive in head-first and lick his ass — Desmond loved giving Jay Bone a rimjob on those rare occasions when he allowed it (he always said he saved rimjobs so he could make his hos do it as punishment, he didn’t want to cheapen it). Besides that, this was a special occasion and Desmond didn’t want to waste it doing something he could talk Jay Bone into anytime. So Desmond grabbed the bottle of lube he kept around for emergencies and got started.
When he saw that there were just barely four minutes left, Desmond got excited. He slathered half a tube of lube on his cock just because he was in too much of a hurry to measure out a smaller amount. The goopy lube dripped onto the floor.
“Damn, calm down, Desmond,” Jay Bone said with a nervous chuckle.
Desmond blushed. “Sorry. You put a time limit on this, I gotta hurry,” he said, and his plaintive tone made Jay Bone laugh again. It was a deep, cocky barrel-laugh, which the men in the frontroom apparently interpreted as some sort of victorious alpha male grunt, and they all hooted and clapped.
Desmond rammed his dick in, and Jay Bone let out a loud, pained growl — which he turned partway through into a grunt, seemingly putting on a show for the folks in the frontroom. Again, they must have heard because they clapped and cheered Desmond on. They all assumed Desmond was bottoming, jerking Jay Bone off or even taking it in the ass. Nobody would have ever even made a joke about Jay Bone bottoming instead.
“Sorry, sorry,” Desmond said. “I didn’t meant to make it hurt.”
“That’s alright. My bitches is whinin’ like hell. You got substantial meat, nigga, and it ain’t that… bad,” he winced on that last word, and twisted his body as Desmond ground his dick into Daddy’s Rico’s ass.
Desmond couldn’t help but giggle. It looked like Jay Bone now understood why his hos complained about getting rammed in the ass. He grunted and his chest heaved.
“You’re loosenin’ up, nigga, it’ll get easier,” Desmond said. He patted Jay Bone on the arm and shuddered. Normally Jay Bone was so strict about touching. He didn’t let Desmond touch most of his body, no grabbing his ass, no tweaking his nipples under the shirt, and no kissing. So Desmond had never really gotten an opportunity to feel those incredible muscles.
The nicest thing about Jay Bone’s body, Desmond thought, was that it wasn’t perfect. He didn’t have a six-pack, though he came close. He had a big thick body, bulging in all the right places, brimming with power, swagger and strength. If he had time, Desmond would have gladly licked him from head to toe like a cat cleaning its kitten.
Then, like a switch had been flicked, Jay Bone changed. His pained grunting changed to an aroused moan, and Desmond could tell even though he couldn’t see that Jay Bone had gotten hard. He smiled. Obviously, he thought, he had discovered the location of Jay Bone’s prostate.
Desmond reached around him and grabbed ahold of his dick. “This is called a reacharound,” Desmond said. “It’s polite to give a reacharound when you plow a nigga in the ass-“
“I ain’t nevuh doin’ that, lil queer. You can stop bringin’ that up right now,” Jay Bone said. “But you go ahead. I like that.” He shook his head and whinnied like a horse, as though he was surprised — and maybe a bit frightened — by how much he enjoyed getting it up behind.
Now that Desmond had found Jay Bone’s prostate, he knew how to make it feel good.
He had never before topped with a man so much bigger than himself, and it was a nice change of pace, even if the positioning was awkward and difficult. The more he rammed back and forth and the more passionately Jay Bone reacted, the more Desmond struggled to hold back his climax.
By the time he felt his orgasm rising, Desmond was on his toes, using both hands to grip Jay Bone’s back and slam his hips down over and over. Luckily he had used so much lube — and Jay Bone was simply a big man — that Desmond slid easily in and out of Jay Bone’s tight ass.
“Damn, nigga, damn damn damn…”
Much to Desmond’s surprise, his own orgasm was interrupted by Jay Bone himself shooting his load. He gave little indication beforehand, as though he was just as shocked as Desmond was. All of a sudden Jay Bone’s cock throbbed and spasmed in Desmond’s hand, and cum sprayed over Desmond’s fingers. It landed in a big creamy clump on the floor.
But still he kept cumming. His massive body bucked and writhed beneath Desmond’s grasp, until eventually Desmond wasn’t on the ground at all. He was born aloft by Jay Bone’s broad back, to which Desmond held on for dear life, grinding his cock into Jay Bone as the seconds tumbled away on the timer.
“Can you turn your head and kiss me?” Desmond asked, his voice low and breathless. His climax bubbled just under the surface.
Jay Bone smiled and did so. Again, it was awkward — he had to strain his head back, and Desmond had to crawl up his shoulders to reach. But he first gave Jay Bone his hand, which dripped with Jay Bone’s own cum.
He gave no hint of hesitation before grabbing Desmond’s wrist with his big meaty hand, and sucking up every drop of his own cum of Desmond’s fingers. He bucked and writhed as though he was both disgusted and aroused by the flavor, and he slurped on Desmond’s hand like he tried to drain it of juices.
“Fifteen seconds left, nigga,” Jay Bone said, his voice tense like he was eager for it to be over. He sighed as he licked the last of his own cum off Desmond’s fingers.
Then he kissed Desmond without a moment’s hesitation. The taste of cum flooded Desmond’s mouth, the smear of semen all over Jay Bone’s face colliding with the sweat that dripped down Desmond’s cheeks. Desmond had never kissed anyone like that.
At last Desmond’s own body erupted in orgasm. “Ah, fuckin’ hell!” he roared as cum sprayed into Jay Bone’s broad ass.
The orgasm lasted for what felt like forever, though judging from the timer, it was more like thirty seconds. The timer went off near the end as Desmond shuddered. The beeping was impossibly loud, resonating in Desmond’s ears as he filled Jay Bone with his load.
“Shit yeah…” Jay Bone muttered. Desmond could do little more than bark and yelp into Jay Bone’s tattooed back.
The most unimaginable pleasure in his life wracked Desmond’s body. He dug his nails into Jay Bone’s meaty muscles, and he licked all the sweat off where it collected between the man’s broad shoulderblades. He writhed there, precariously balance on Jay Bone, for what felt like forever.
His thin twink limbs contorted, and he dug into Jay Bone’s body. Jay Bone just smiled wryly, rolling his eyes as Desmond’s dick jabbed into him over and over. It was a big, thick and creamy load, which dripped out of Jay Bone’s ass and onto the floor between his trunk-like thighs. It clung to his skin and the hair of his crotch.
“Alright, nigga, you done,” Jay Bone said. He flicked the timer off. “Was that seven minutes in heaven?”
“It certainly was.”
Jay Bone let out a long chest-rattling moan. He glared at Desmond like he was mad at him. “You said you was busy on Saturday, right? What about Sunday?”
“Yeah, I’m free.”
“Good. I’m gonna throat you so hard yo’ mama gags,” he said. He bristled and straightened his back like he wanted to recapture his swaggerous mojo now that he had taken dick in the ass. “You can show my new ho how to take it right.”
“Okay,” Desmond said. He was too tired to think about it now, but he thought he would enjoy that.
“I ain’t gonna have no mercy, Desmond, this nigga can ball!” he said, adding an inscrutable hand gesture that involved snapping his fingers. “You know how I do. I plow hard. Know dat!”
“Yeah,” Desmond said with a grin. “You taught me well.”

Santa Claus

Avery has long sought the ultimate alpha: Santa Claus! He never thought he’d make it to the North Pole and land that holly-jolly slice of manmeat, but a secret NATO mission north of Greenland gives him the opportunity of a lifetime. Can he satisfy Santa’s most masculine of needs?

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Avery and his Inuit guides all thought they were seeing things when the North Pole finally came into view. The wind raged like a hurricane — it wasn’t snowing, but it felt like it was because the wind kicked up the snow that covered the ice-pack ocean surface. Avery thought for sure he’d never be able to leave. He’d been a fool to come this far. How could he go back and go through this whole trip again in reverse?
Everything was frozen. The snow and ice beneath his feet was meters thick, and beneath it was water so cold it made Avery shiver just to think about it. The boots he wore were so frozen they crackled as he walked, as did his outermost two layers of socks. The water on the sled dogs’s fur was frozen too. Avery’s bones and his blood and his heart all felt frozen solid, like he had become an ice golem somewhere between Nuuk and here.
Somehow Tukkuttok and Qannik were fine, but then, it was hard to tell because they wore insulated masks (as did Avery). He couldn’t see any of their faces. It was almost claustrophobic, Avery thought, even though he was in a wide-open wilderness. It was like he was trapped in a little room, just that little room was the insulated space beneath his layers of clothes.
The idea of traveling to the North Pole had been ridiculous even if Avery had had a serious reason for going. But it was just a joke that had gone too far. Now he had spent thousands of dollars — and he’d eaten dog meat! — all for one little tawdry encounter.
One which might not even ever happen.
He wasn’t sure this was going to work. His legs felt like they were on fire, and he was surprised with each foot forward he traveled that they hadn’t fallen off. The dogs barked. They didn’t need to be directed where to go now. They went straight for the North Pole.
“There it is, it’s amazing,” Tukkuttok said. He had a stilted, clipped accent, half-Inuit, half-Danish. Avery was pretty sure he was handsome, but he’d only seen a small part of Tukkuttok’s face. The other Inuit was Qannik, who hadn’t spoken much. Tukkuttok spoke for him. “We must hurry to enact the plan.” He glanced at Avery but didn’t make eye contact with him.
Avery was fine with that. He didn’t officially know what Tukkuttok and Qannik planned on doing. It was coming from the Danish government, and it had something to do with NATO submarines operating in the area. Avery had paid for this expedition, but he was not the reason Tukkuttok and Qannik had come along. He was just their cover story.
He was here for the North Pole. It gleamed, marbled spires rising from the frozen wasteland, and beyond those gates Avery could virtually see the warmth. He’d finally get the chill out of his bones once he got in there. He hurried away from Tukkuttok and Qannik.
He staggered to the gate. It was harder to walk the closer he got to it. The gate loomed in front of him like a beast, a burning beast of pure cold, sunlight glittering off endless heaps of snow. Awe entered Avery like a cock in his ass, and he could do little more than fall to his knees and beg for entrance. He wasn’t even sure he’d ever make it back either. He couldn’t imagine turning around and going through that again.
Now that he was here, he was here, and he both couldn’t and didn’t want to leave, or at least a part of him didn’t. Or maybe, he thought, forcing his mind to whir despite the feelings wracking his body, maybe it was just a magical enchantment coming off the North Pole. Maybe he was actually freezing to death.
On the other side of the gate, a two-foot-tall elf stood as though waiting for him. He had green skin and pointed ears. “Greetings, traveler! Welcome to Santa’s Workshop! Is Christmas in your heart?”
“Wh-What?” Avery’s mouth was virtually frozen shut. He couldn’t think about anything but getting past that gate. The warmth emanated from it like an aura.
“Do you have the spirit of Christmas in your heart?” the elf asked.
“Uh… Yes.”
The elf nodded and opened the gate. Avery toppled into the North Pole, landing on green grass. The elf beamed. “I’m so glad you said that. People sometimes laugh or make a sarcastic quip, and that’s how I know I can’t let them in. It always breaks my heart when that happens, and I have to leave them out there in the wintry cold. So I’m glad you told the truth.”
Here, it was warm and summer. Avery crawled away from the gate so the elf could shut it, snapping off the roaring wind and freezing bluster that billowed in from outside. He sighed and took a deep breath as he tried to stop shivering. He was drastically overdressed for the warm weather here, but the cold had seeped into his very soul, so he didn’t want to remove any clothes yet. He might not ever, he thought. His bones were still cold.
Finally he made it to his feet. His knees felt like jelly. A few elves had gathered around Avery, who smiled wanly.
“Are you from OSHA?” asked one of the elves. “We’ve fixed the toy chute. No one was ever in any danger, we know how to protect ourselves-“
“No, no, nothing like that,” Avery said. “I need to see Santa. Alone. It’s very important.”
One of the elves nodded and led Avery away from the gate. He walked briskly, pumping his arms as he went. Since he was only two feet tall, Avery struggled to avoid outpacing the elf’s tiny legs.
“If you’re here to get your name removed from the naughty list, it won’t work,” the elf said. “In fact, he’ll probably put you on the naughty list for next year instead.”
“No, that’s not it,” Avery said. He looked at the factory the elf had led him to. It looked like an ordinary factory. He was rather expecting a Hansel-and-Gretel-esque factory made of candy and cake and ornaments. Instead, this was just a plain brick building with smokestacks rising from it.
Avery went in the door the elf pointed to. He came in through an office, where a couple muscle-bound elves in sleeveless shirts nodded at him. They were refilling water bottles (tiny ones) at a water cooler. Behind them sat a desk, and behind that was Santa himself.
“Hi,” Avery said. The elves went back to the factory floor, leaving Avery and Santa there alone. “I’m Avery. Avery Flowers.”
“Yes, I know,” Santa said. He didn’t stop writing, seemingly making a list on a long piece of paper that rolled up as he moved down the sheet. His big bushy beard trembled.
“Uh, well, I wanted to meet you, first of all. Hi, Santa, it’s nice to meet you.”
Santa grunted. “I’m only required to be jolly to children. You can get to the point,” he said. He glanced up at Avery for the first time his stout frame shifting in the scarlet robes he wore.
“I heard a rumor that you had a problem with the International Brotherhood of Machinist-Men, Carpenters, Letter-Carriers and Wallet-Stainers,” Avery said.
“IBOMMCLAWS, yeah,” Santa said with a scoff. “Not a real problem. They’ve been threatening to go on strike for decades.” He went back to his writing. “They’re all talk.”
“Well, I think I can help. I have connections within IBOMMCLAWS,” Avery said. “I can get the leadership to make a deal. They don’t want Christmas to be cancelled-“
“No one’s canceling Christmas. The worst-case scenario is that no one gets any stuffed animals this year, that’s the only part of the factory that union covers,” Santa said. He threw his hands up and scoffed in no particular direction. “Stuffing-stuffers are in IBOMMCLAWS for some reason. Never tangle with unions-“
“I wouldn’t, I never would,” Avery said.
“They’re recalcitrant. They know — or they think, wrongly — they think I’ll give in, that I won’t let a Christmas go by without stuffed animals,” Santa said. He leaned in close to Avery. He whispered, “But you know what? I have a secret.”
“Oh-“
Santa Claus shouted. “The secret is nobody cares about stuffed animals! That was a state-of-the-art gift two hundred years ago! You know what everyone wants this year? A Tomaha Stacato.”
A long pause lay between them. Avery furrowed his eyebrows. “What’s…?”
“I have no idea! There’s thirteen thousand of them in the warehouse! I asked if they need batteries and got a forty-five minute lecture on lithium-ion cells. Do you know what a lithium-ion cell is-?”
“No-“
“Nobody does!” Santa Claus grimaced. “I’m getting too old for this shit.” He sighed. “Wait, did you say you could get me a deal with IBOMMCLAWS?”
Avery nodded. “No promises, but I have some connections. I’ll do what I can to get them to yes. I’m sure you’d rather have a deal. Some kids still like stuffed animals.”
“It’s not Thanksgiving, so I’m not gonna talk turkey,” Santa said. He looked up at Avery with a dour look on his big round face. “I’ll give it to you straight. I can’t match retirement savings-“
“I’m not here to negotiate on that stuff.”
“Oh?”
“I’m here to get your dick in my ass.”
“I’m sorry?”
“I came here so you would stick me. I want to taste your dick, I want you to stick it in me hard. In return, I’ll put in a good word for you at IBOMMCLAWS,” Avery said. “You can trust me, I swear, I know this guy-“
“I know, Avery. I see all, remember. I know of your connection to him, and I know all about the disgusting things you do — it’s on my list, of course-“
“I’m not here for judgement.”
Santa furrowed his brow. “You know this would make you officially naughty for the year, right? I’m married.”
“I know. I can skip a Christmas, go ahead and put coal in my stocking,” Avery said. He put his hands on his hips. “The price of coal is going up anyway. Could be good for me, financially.”
Santa frowned. “And you want me to… booty bandit you?”
“Nobody uses booty bandit as a verb.”
His frown intensified, and he held up a finger in front of Avery’s face. “Do not lecture Santa Claus about grammar. That’s a good way to get on the permanent naughty list. Ask Will Self if I’m kidding.”
“I don’t know Will Self-“
“He’ll tell you I’m not kidding.”
“I didn’t think you were,” Avery said. “Look, it’s no big deal, I’ve just always thought you were handsome, and you have an a amazing physique-“
“Aren’t I… a little old?”
“Well, yeah, kinda, but I like a mature man,” Avery said. “You’re what, a thousand years old?”
Santa scoffed. He stood up, rolling his eyes. “Don’t make me laugh.”
Avery laughed. “I just realized you mentioned booty bandits. What does Santa Claus know about booty bandits? Have you… been to prison?”
“They celebrate Christmas in prison, you know,” Santa said.
“Ooooooh, yeah, that makes sense.”
Santa began taking off his robe. “Fine, I’ll do it. You had better follow through. I’ll put you on all the naughty lists — you won’t get birthday presents, you won’t get Easter baskets, you won’t get money from the tooth fairy, who’s a total whore by the way. Cocktease.”
“Really?”
His broad chest was visible now, his robe untied, and the cinnamony smell of his armpits — or maybe his cologne — hit Avery’s nostrils. Avery licked his lips. He was both hungry and horny now. Avery said, “There’s a naughty list for birthdays?”
Santa nodded. He stood up and locked the door to the factory floor, then the front door. “I’ll do it. Don’t tell Mrs. Claus.”
“When would I ever talk to her?” Avery said with a giggle. He dropped to his knees in front of Santa, caressing his thick legs through those bright red pants. 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.
Avery had had a crush on Santa Claus for a long time, and he never thought he’d get to act on it. The North Pole was so far away after all, it had seemed like an impossible dream.
His dick tasted salty and sweet, with a minty bite to it — it tasted like a savory candy-cane. He smiled and slathered it with spit, licking a trail from the tip to the root. He glanced up at Santa beyond the belly and had to suppress a laugh at Santa’s harsh stare.
“This might put you on the naughty list for two years,” Santa said. Then he closed his eyes and his jolly beard quivered as his dick got hard. It perked right up in Avery’s mouth. He didn’t stop slurping on it, he just let it get bigger until he choked and sputtered.
Soon Avery had his mouth all the way down on Santa’s dick, his face nuzzling the silvered hair of his crotch, while his hands reached up to caress that giant barrel-shaped body. Santa’s muscles rippled under Avery’s touch, his pecs bouncing up and down.
“Hmmm… Mrs. Claus hasn’t touched me like this in a long time.” Santa sighed once more, and Avery could see the stress leaving his body.
“You poor baby…” Avery said, rubbing Santa’s cock all over his face. He knew men loved it when he did that. He flopped it over his mouth and nose and chased it with his tongue, giggling like it was his favorite game. “Are you ready to put it in my ass?”
Santa nodded. A jolly grin flickered across his face, then he frowned. “You shouldn’t curse, son.”
“Sorry, Santa. I’m ready for you to wreck my ass,” Avery said. He turned around and lifted his ass high in the air.
“That’s three years of naughty-list!” Santa said. He stroked his dick, gulping and looking around nervously to be sure no one was going to interrupt them. Then he gingerly stuck his dick in Avery’s ass, just the tip, right at the entrance for a moment. Santa paused.
“Santa? Are you okay?”
“Four years!”
“How is asking if you’re okay naughty?” Avery turned his head to see Santa’s face turn red.
“I’m… Just shut up! I’ve never done this, not even with Mrs. Claus,” Santa said. He closed his eyes.
“Mrs. Claus doesn’t do anal? Honestly, she looks like the type. Have you ever asked? She might like it-” Avery said.
“Five years!” Santa slapped Avery’s cheeks, which jiggled and prompted Avery to jerk. Then Avery backed up, slipping his ass onto Santa’s cock. Santa gasped. He gripped Avery’s ass and drilled in even deeper. Santa bit his lip, beard quivering.
Avery rolled his eyes. “I was just kidding. Jeez… You’re touchy,” he said. “You need a dose of holiday cheer.”
But Santa ignored him, gyrating like it took all of his concentration to do so. His eyes were closed as he pistoned his hips, slowly and awkwardly at first. But with every thrust of his cock into Avery’s ass, he got a little more smooth and comfortable with it.
Soon he was gyrating like he’d done it before, his face alternating between jolly grins and fearful grimaces, his belly slapping against Avery’s ass. Avery’s knees were sore so he scooted over until he could use Santa’s thick red robe, now crumpled on the floor, like a kneepad.
At last he felt every inch of Santa’s dick sliding in and out of him. Avery’s prostate came alive, and he let out a long, blood-curdling moan.
Yeah, he thought, this trip was totally worth it. He still he might be able to get Tukkuttok off on the way back, which would be a bonus. Avery stroked his own cock, which was on the verge of orgasm already.
Avery took the upper-hand by grinding his ass deep onto Santa’s cock. He lifted his head and leaned back — he wasn’t going to take it up the ass from Santa and not feel that jolly belly and beard. So he rubbed his back against Santa’s silver-furred belly and broad chest, while he nuzzled the beard and kissed his neck. Santa seemed to barely notice, his eyes still closed, slamming into Avery’s ass as hard as he could.
“Ho ho ho…” Santa said, his voice breaking as his dick twitched within Avery’s ass. He let out a spine-cringing moan aimed directly into Avery’s ear.
Avery shot his load then, just moments before Santa’s balls crawled up in his sac. Semen sprayed onto the floor of the factory office, while Santa’s jolly load filled Avery’s ass with creamy warmth. It seeped into his flesh, finally erasing the chill that had settled into his bones on the voyage up here.
“Ah…” Avery let out a long, low howl. He slathered his tongue over Santa’s well-muscled chest and his silver fur. Then he kissed Santa on that lips, that dense bristly beard scratching at his cheek the whole time.
It was a potent orgasm that hung in Avery’s body for what felt like forever. He sighed again as relief flooded him — this was as good as he had hoped, it had been worth the trip and the risk and everything he had spent to get here.
“Damn…” Avery said as he at last fell limp in Santa’s arms.
It was done. With Avery’s and Santa’s tongues still interlocked, Avery shot the last of his cum into his hand, while Santa’s load trickled down Avery’s thighs.
Avery pulled off and sighed. He suckled on one of Santa’s perky nipples until Santa had enough and gently shoved him away. “Alright, you had what you needed. You’ll help me with my union troubles?”
“You can call me Pinkerton,” Avery said. He giggled again at Santa’s frown. “Don’t be cross…”
“You’re about to get a sixth year of naughty-list, young man, if you don’t show a little respect,” Santa said sternly. He pulled his long underwear up and slowly donned his red robes again.
“Are you really going to deliver me coal for five years?”
Santa frowned. “Possibly. Some of the elves want to cancel coal deliveries because it isn’t green enough. We might replace the coal with something else useless, like DVDs of old reality shows.”
“Oh yeah, that’d be a great idea. I could put a lump of coal on a stand and call it un objet d’art. But a Season One DVD of Survivor would be utterly useless,” Avery said. He put his clothes back on. He sighed. “I guess it’s about time for me to be heading back. Thanks, Santa.”
“Have a merry Christmas,” Santa said before flinging the door open and striding into the factory floor. “Alright elves, I see a lot of lollygagging and grabassing! I don’t see a lot of manufacturing!” The door swung shut behind him.
Avery sighed. He was glad to have finally gotten some of Santa’s dick, but now that it was over, he dreaded the next five years of bad Christmases. What would he do with all those DVDs? He’d feel bad even giving them to Goodwill.
Oh well, he thought, he had five years to figure that out. His goal for now was to gin up the endurance to get back in the sled with Tukkuttok and Qannik.
That reminded him he still thought he could jack Tukkuttok off inside his snowpants. Avery had always wanted to try that, and he had a long voyage back to Nuuk to make it happen. He hoped his Inuit guides had completed whatever NATO mission they set out for.
The gate was opened for him before he got there. Avery hesitated, unsure if he wanted to do it. It was so cold out there. Couldn’t he live at the North Pole forever?
There was a loud boom behind him.
Avery cocked his head to the side, wondering what that was, but his attention remained looking out past the gate into the raging weather of the North Pole. The snow was piled high just a few feet away, but here, it was plenty warm.
The elves screamed, running around and wagging their arms in front of their faces. They were red-faced and sweaty. The well-muscled guards were gone — running off with weapons drawn.
“What happened?” Avery asked, but none of the elves noticed him at first. He overheard bits and pieces from them — the gist was that Santa was gone. IBOMMCLAWS had a Communist splinter group, and their affiliated local had kidnapped Santa. They were demanding that Christmas be cancelled and replaced with a single uniform gift that everyone in the world would get.
Before Avery could decide what to do next, however, he saw Santa’s sleigh overheard, nine reindeer in front of it. A big smile appeared on his face. He hadn’t thought to go find Rudolph, but there he was with the nose shining brightly.
Of course, Santa probably has security, Avery thought as the sleigh landed in front of him. There’s probably some kind of elven SWAT team around. He assumed Santa would be on the sleigh, or that he would appear shortly.
The reindeer, however, all looked at Avery. The elves stopped running around. They kneeled in front of Avery, whose eyes opened wide. “Uh… What’s up, guys…?”
“Sir, you will have to be the new Santa for now-” The elves all spoke at once.
Avery was distracted by a glorious light enveloping him and lifting him above the ground. He was deposited into the sleigh, behind all nine reindeer, who kept their heads aimed in his direction.
He wore that red robe now, and he had gained a big bushy white beard. Before Avery could even respond, the reindeer had jolted into action, and they were off.
As Avery soon learned — Rudolph could speak — there needed to be a Santa, so if the old Santa disappeared, the nearest human would turn into the new Santa. Avery had no choice in the matter, he was Santa, and that was that, until the old Santa was freed.
Avery was going to have to deliver gifts to the world.
“But I don’t… I mean I like Christmas, but it’s not, like… I like men at Christmas-“
“You don’t like women?” Rudolph asked. “You still have to deliver them gifts.”
“Sure, sure, I don’t hate them, I can deliver them gifts,” Avery said. He blushed.
“Good,” Rudolph said.
Avery had to shout to be heard over the rush of wind as the frozen northscape passed beneath them. “I just mean I don’t really do the whole Christmas thing. I celebrate it with my family, my sister, my nieces, my dickhead brother-in-law. But I’m not like… I don’t love the traditional Christmas stuff.” Avery smiled at Rudolph’s confused face. “I like men at Christmas-time. I spend most of the Christmas season looking for men. Let me tell you about them,” Avery said. He figured that, by the time, he finished explaining, this whole Santa thing would be solved. Santa’s own security will have solved this.
I’ll just be Santa for a little while…

The Mall Santa

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.”

The Stud

When a Santa comes by to entertain at a party, Avery assumed he’d be busy all night. But a need for a clean shirt brings this Santa entertainer to Avery’s den, where this stud just might let Avery take a swing on his jolly meat. Can Avery handle his alpha male 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!”

The Dumbass

Avery runs into a handsome dumbass at a store, only to realize he’s got an opportunity for rough trade. This lovable idiot just wants some dough, and he’s willing to give Avery a taste of his slacker-jock meat!

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Avery was at Randall’s Candles. He was in Martinsburg for a wedding, and he needed a nice present. The woman getting married loved candles. Avery thought he might find some sort of ultra-luxury candle, or maybe a candle-making kit, but he found nothing of the sort.
What he did see was a tall, broad-shouldered man walk in. He was scruffy, thick-bodied, strong without quite being muscular. He looked rather like a frat boy, but Avery got a strong whiff of dumbness in him and suspected that he did not go to college (or if he did, it was on an athletic scholarship). His face was round and cute enough, not a babyface, just round like the sun, like a sexy Winnie the Pooh. His smile was crooked and everpresent and reeked of idiocy.
Sexy but not handsome, not by a long shot. If he cleaned up, he might be handsome. He had a good body though. Definitely not a six-pack, which was not a problem for Avery. He appreciates a man with a meaty physique. This dark blond man was more of an eat-cereal-for-dinner guy, quite possibly an eats-cereal-with-beer-instead-of-milk kind of guy.
The man’s loudly sniffed one of the candles. He put it in his arms, then grabbed another. His deep bass voice rang out. “This one smells like mango… What’s chut-ney?! Oh, I like this one!”
“Hey, Jimmy,” said the employee, a portly Goth-adjacent woman with dyed black hair, a dour face and a ‘Gina’ nametag. She rolled her eyes and gritted her teeth.
“Hi Gina, did you get any new ones in? I need my usual shipment,” he said. Jimmy looked at Avery and nodded. “‘Sup, hey.”
“Hi,” Avery said. He blushed. He wasn’t expecting to see such a handsome young man in here. The scented-candle shop usually had an exclusively female clientele, despite the name suggesting a man owned it. (There was no “Randall” behind Randall’s Candles though.) “Lemme guess, you’re buying something for your girlfriend? Who’s… an English major?”
“Ha, no, good guess though, my last girlfriend was an English major. She was into poetry and like books and stuff.” He frowned and made a thumbs-down gesture. “She dumped me though.”
“Sorry, man,” Avery said as sympathetically as he could manage.
He shrugged and said, “She dumped me because of inconsiderateness and not being… not saying things when she was… like, upset. Or whatever. Or not, like… sometimes, saying too much. Like, she said I didn’t get it or even, uh… it was about listening too much. Or not enough.” As he talked he tapped on the counter, waiting for Gina to return.
“So, do you really have a ‘usual shipment’?” Avery asked. “You must buy a lot of candles.”
Jimmy blushed and bit his lip. His tapping on the counter gradually turned into full-scale drumming, but it stopped as he turned red. “I just like candles. I like… I read this book — or, my other ex-girlfriend did, really. But she showed me all the good parts, I read them, the parts that she showed me, I did, I read it all,” he explained this in a rush like Avery was going to scold him for not doing his own work. “It was about smelling, and how it has an effect on stuff. Like if you smell something, something happens. You know? Like, in you. It happens in you. It’s like, good for… you. So, she made me put on a pine-forest candle when I worked out. She said it was good for physical… for getting your pump on. Like exercise. Or whatever. So I did it and then she dumped me because I wanted anal too much and my dick was too big. And I liked the forest thing when I work out, it does help me lift more, you know. Or whatever. My coach kept track of my workouts back when I was in college, and he said it was better, cuz I was doing the lifting and all. Aerobic exercise too.” He blinked. “Hey, sorry, I shouldn’t have said that part about fucking her in the ass.” He smiled. “I mean… having sex with her in her ass.” He cocked his head to the side. “I mean, having sex with her in her butt.” He smiled broadly as if expecting a medal for that.
“That’s okay,” Avery said. He was still dumbstruck by how cute Jimmy was, and Jimmy talked so fast it was hard to get a word in.
“Man, I like girls, and, um… boobs. You know about boobs? Boobs are awesome.” He looked into the back and saw Gina coming back to the front. She had a box of forest-scented candles.
“Sorry, Jimmy, the price on these went up,” Gina said. “Just a dollar though. The Homelife Essence series, they raised the price on all of them.”
“Again? The price keeps going up,” Jimmy said with a frown. He sighed and counted out his cash.
“Wait, Jimmy, let me,” Avery said. He handed over his credit card.
“Really? Awesome! Can I get one of those mango chutney ones?!” He was already running back to the shelf to get it. “Do you know what chutney is? Is it food?”
“Yes, it’s like… it’s just chopped up fruit, in a sauce.”
“What’s it smell like?”
“Usually just a bunch of spices and stuff.”
“So you can eat it?” Jimmy said as Gina rang up the candles.
Avery paused, unsure how stupid Jimmy actually was. “… Not the candle,” Avery said. “Actual chutney, yeah. It’s food. Don’t eat the candle.”
“Wow, I wonder what chutney smell is good for? Aroamingtherapy, that’s what you call it. Do you know? Do you think it’ll make me better at X-Box?” Jimmy asked. He was again shifting his weight back and forth like a hyperactive teenager (though he was clearly well into his twenties).
“Maybe,” Avery said. He caught a glimpse of Gina, who was politely bagging up Jimmy’s candles with a morose grimness to her face.
“So, why are you buying candles for me, man? Thanks a lot, by the way. Thanks. Thanks… Thank you. Thank you, sir.” He spoke with increasing seriousness every time he repeated himself. “Thank you.” He gave a bow. “My good sir.”
“No problem, Jimmy, glad to help. I actually have something you could do to earn some money,” Avery said. “I have a job for you, if you’re interested.” He walked out of the shop with Jimmy, who carried his scented candles.
“Oh cool, I need a new job, I hate delivering pizzas. Lemme call my boss and tell him to fuck off. He’s a prickface-“
“No, no-“
“He called his wife a bitch, which I think is wrong. I mean… it’s right, she is a bitch. But you’re not supposed to say that if you’re married to her. And he called Frankie a retard, which is totally not okay because he is a… He has… He’s messed up. It’s okay to call people retards if they’re not.” He paused. “I mean, I think you’re not supposed to do that either. But you’re really really not supposed to call actual retards retards.” He pulled out his phone. “Frankie’s hilarious anyway, he-“
“Jimmy, wait, don’t quit-“
“Hang on, I’m calling my boss. What’s this job you’re hiring me for?” He put the phone to his ear.
Avery could hear it ringing. “Wait! Jimmy, stop!” He grabbed the phone from him and hung up. “Jimmy, shut up, Jesus, listen to me for a minute. I’m not offering you a job. I’m offering you a one-time thing. It’ll take a couple hours, and then I’m leaving. Don’t quit your job. Christ, were you really going to quit because a stranger offered you a job? I didn’t even tell you what the job was or how much it paid.”
He blushed and smiled. “Oh yeah. It’s not a video game developer? That’s what I want to do. That’s what I was hoping for.” He looked genuinely surprised. Jimmy grinned. “They said you have to know about computers though.”
“Yeah, you have to know about computers,” Avery said, rolling his eyes. They were out of the mall now, in the parking lot. Jimmy said he walked to the mall today, so they went to Avery’s car.
“Or a stuntman. I think I’d be a good stuntman. See?” Jimmy flopped onto the ground and rolled back and forth like he was on fire. He screamed so loud he attracted attention from everyone else in the parking lot. Then he jumped to his feet and brushed gravel off his chest. “See? That was me on fire.”
“Cool, Jimmy. That’s neat. No, I’m not offering you a job as a stuntman.”
“So what is it? What is the job?” Jimmy finally asked. Avery couldn’t believe it had taken this long for him to actually ask what the job was. Avery wasn’t trying to hide it, Jimmy just kept talking, and Avery didn’t interrupt him. Avery unlocked his car, and Jimmy sat in the passenger seat.
“Wait… Jimmy… Just for future reference, when someone offers you a job, you should ask what that job is before you get in that stranger’s car,” he said. “And you should consider not getting in the car.”
“How else would I get the job? Should I ride on the roof? My uncle let me do that once when I was a kid. It was awesome. A ladybug flew up my nose. I think it’s still in there.”
Avery sighed. Jimmy was lucky he was cute. Avery didn’t want to sound threatening, so he didn’t explain his concerns in any detail. It was clear Jimmy would remain a fool for the time being regardless. “No, Jimmy. You’re fine. Just be careful, okay? Not everyone is as nice as me. Where do you live?”
Jimmy gave him directions, and he talked the whole way there. It wasn’t far. Avery parked outside a dingy apartment complex near a Taco Bell but not a good Taco Bell. Inside was a typical bachelor pad. It smelled like dirty clothes. There was a TV and a mattress, both on the floor. The trash can by the bed was filled mainly with used condoms and empty beer cans. A street sign reading Twitman Avenue was mounted on the wall — Jimmy later explained that he thought it said Twatman when he was drunk and didn’t realize until the morning that there was no joke there. Most of the living room was taken up by a bench press and free weights scattered around the floor.
“Do you wanna play X-Box?” he asked, running to the console like a kid on Christmas Day. He stopped himself. “Oh, wait, what’s this job? Do I need to wear nice clothes? I have a button-down shirt but there’s a stain on it that looks like pee. It’s not pee, it’s… well, I don’t know the polite word for it. Vaginajuice, I guess? Is that a word? Vagina pee?”
“Vagina pee is just pee, Jimmy.”
“Oh, yeah, I always forget women pee out of there.” He giggled like a schoolboy. “The thing about vaginas-“
“Stop talking about vaginas, Jimmy,” Avery said with a sigh. He watched as Jimmy lit a candle. The room filled with the scent of nuts and milk. Avery smiled. “I-“
“These are chestnuts. It’s a chestnut-eggnog candle. I think chestnut is a funny word, it makes me laugh every time I say it. I think its roaming therapy effect is… it makes me horny, but that’s probably not right. Oh wait, sorry, I mean… is that offensive? It makes me want girls. I think its roaming therapy is that it makes you wanna do it with hot chicks.” Then he blurted out, “With tits!”
“Jimmy…” Avery said. “Have you ever jacked off with a man? Or, y’know… cum in a guy?”
He had to be blunt to sneak the question in before Jimmy went off on another tangent. Jimmy cocked his head to the side like he didn’t understand the question. “What? No… Just y’know, pussy. Vagina, I mean. Vaginas. You know about vaginas, right?”
Avery narrowed his eyes to slits. “I’ve heard of them.” He sighed. “I’ll give you five hundred dollars to put it in my ass. You can do it real hard, as hard as you want. And I’ll swallow your dick deeper than any girl.”
Jimmy didn’t respond. For the first time — possibly ever in his life — he was speechless for a long time. He blushed a deep, dark red. “Are you serious? Five hundred dollars!” He jumped up and down. “Wait… Are you serious? You want…?” He was barely able to contain his glee. “But wait… is that allowed?”
“What?”
“Like… won’t I get in trouble?”
“For messing around with me? No. It’s just like jacking off.”
“But you’re not… Isn’t that like… I dunno, racist or something?”
“How would that be racist?”
“Not racist, but, I don’t know… intolerant, or something? Is it okay?” His eyes were bugged out. His face was as red as a cranberry.
“Yes, Jimmy. It’s fine. You don’t have to tell anyone at all,” he said.
Jimmy thought for a long time. “I don’t… I don’t know if I can-“
“You can look at pictures of hot chicks while you do it.”
His eyes lit up. “Really?! Oh, wow, okay then. Sure. I’ll do that. No problem. I mean… what if…? You know, I don’t know if… What if I don’t…? Or if I can’t…?”
“You’ll get hard, Jimmy, don’t worry,” Avery said.
He took a deep breath. He looked more and more nervous with every passing moment, like he had agreed just thinking about the money and now wasn’t sure if he could do it. “Can they be Asian chicks?”
“Yeah. Take off your shirt,” Avery said.
He did so. He laughed. His face was red, as was his chest. Avery didn’t mind — there was nothing more arousing than a nervous alpha. Jimmy had an amazing body. It wasn’t perfect by any means, he had a few pounds of padding on his belly (he was tall enough that he still had a flat stomach, just no six-pack) and a generally meaty build. But he clearly worked out a lot, and his body brimmed with powerful muscles.
He laughed more as Avery kissed his nipple. His pecs rippled beneath Avery’s tongue. His rolling laughter made it difficult for Avery to suck on his muscle, but Avery enjoyed chasing his body with his tongue. His thickness jiggled every time he moved.
“Hey, wait a sec, oh holy shit…” Jimmy mumbled to himself. He went into his bedroom and came back out with a handful of erotic magazines. He sat on the bench press and flipped through one until he found a picture of a sexy Asian woman spreading her legs. He sighed. “Ah, yeah, okay.” He showed Avery. “I like Asian chicks,” Jimmy said. “Is that okay? And I appreciate the culture. Like the tits. Diversity.”
“Fine with me,” Avery said and kneeled in front of him. He touched Jimmy’s dick, which twitched and which made Jimmy’s whole body spasm and shake. Jimmy gasped. He leaned back to give Avery better access to his crotch. His dick twitched in Avery’s grasp.
Then he leaned all the way back and laid onto the bench press, like he was going to work out. He had his magazine in hand, holding it above his head. He gripped it tightly and stared at it like it was a liferaft and he was drowning.
Avery pulled his jeans down and whistled at sight of Jimmy’s massive cock. He wasn’t kidding about it being too big for anal (for most girls, not for Avery, of course). He gave it a stroke and Jimmy laughed again. Jimmy watched his cock throb in Avery’s hand as though it was an action film and he was eager to see how it ended.
His cock perked up as Avery licked it and slathered spit overtop it, letting saliva run down the spongy shaft. It pulsated and firmed up in seconds when Avery really got to slurping on the knob, while his hands gently stroked the sensitive skin of his ballsac. Jimmy had huge hefty balls that felt perfect in Avery’s grip. Soon his shaft was as hard as Jimmy’s muscles, and it throbbed atop Avery’s tongue.
A cacophony of sounds escaped from Jimmy’s mouth. He kept his eyes tightly focused on the magazine, but he gurgled and grunted, moaned, sputtered, laughed and coughed all at once. He glanced down once his dick got hard, then muttered, “Oh god…” and held a tight focus on the magazine. His chest rippled. “Hmmm…”
Once he was good and hard, Avery pulled off his dick, smacking his lips as he savored the first few drops of precum. Jimmy sighed and laughed some more. One of his arms gripped the magazine, the other flailed uselessly over his body — it looked like he had an urge to touch Avery’s head, to guide him up and down, but he didn’t want to touch a man.
He mounted Jimmy, who grunted and lowered the magazine so that it literally covered his face. Then he gagged and dropped it. “Oh, man, I forgot I nutted all over that like a million times. Tastes like cum. Oh man, that smells so nasty.” He covered his face with one forearm, laughing so hard he turned red.
“So do all girls tell you your cock is too big for anal?” Avery asked as he lowered himself onto Jimmy’s dick.
Jimmy bit his lip and bucked. His hands fluttered above his chest, then grabbed the bench press beneath him — the bench was much narrower than his body, so it was awkward and it forced his muscular chest upwards, off the bench. Jimmy laughed and blushed. “Yeah. Yeah. Most girls won’t do it, at least not more than once.” He was about to add something else, but then moaned violently. His cock slid the rest of the way into Avery’s ass. “Oh god, that feels good… Just like a girl, kinda…” His eyes bugged out, and he kept his hands behind his head.
Avery grunted. He was momentarily overcome by pain and pressure in his ass. He struggled to accept it, and his ass gradually loosened. He swayed back and forth, making Jimmy gasp and sputter all over again.
Avery lifted himself up and slid back down Jimmy’s cock. Jimmy responded like he was tied up and had to struggle against the ropes. But of course he wasn’t tied up, the only reason he struggled was that Avery was atop him and Jimmy didn’t want to touch Avery, so there was nowhere to put his hands. Jimmy put his hands on the bench press beneath himself instead.
His muscles rippled beneath Avery’s touch. Jimmy responded like he was ticklish to Avery’s fingers rubbing his muscles — though it was hard to tell if Jimmy was laughing at that, or just generally laughing, since he hadn’t really stopped since his dick got hard, or since the candle shop, really. Laughter seemed to be his default state. He looked down at his body slick with Avery’s saliva and nervous sweat and watched his cock disappear into Avery’s asshole.
“Oh god, man, I can’t believe… Hey does this mean I’m a gigolo?” Jimmy asked. He covered his eyes again.
“Not technically,” Avery said, his voice tight and pinched as he accepted Jimmy’s massive manhood within him. “A gigolo gets paid by a woman for sex.”
“Do you know any women who…?”
“No. Sorry,” Avery said, orgasmic feelings welling up within him and making it hard to answer. “I think gigolos are fictional.”
“Can I tell people you were a woman?”
Avery smiled, closing his eyes briefly as wafts of pleasure spread up his body from his sensitive ass. Jimmy had no idea how much his cock was stimulating Avery’s prostate, making him writhe atop Jimmy’s rod. Avery’s hands explored the muscles of Jimmy’s chest. “I guess. But you could always do that, Jimmy.”
“What?”
“You could have made up a woman paying you for sex anytime. You could have made that up yesterday. You don’t need me to make that okay,” Avery said. His voice wavered and broke, as bliss flowed through his veins. His own cock throbbed in his hand.
“Oh. Yeah. I guess so. But this way, maybe people will believe me,” Jimmy said.
Avery didn’t see the logic of that, but he didn’t want to argue about it. He just said okay and kept riding his dick. Jimmy was on the verge of orgasm too. His veiny cockshaft pulsated in Avery’s ass.
“Hey do you know Terry?”
“What?”
“He’s my neighbor. He’s weird,” Jimmy said. He blushed even deeper red — Avery got the feeling Jimmy responded to anxiety (and everything else) by talking, that was why he was rambling. Jimmy frowned. “He always looks at me… Do you think he’d pay me too? I could do this again. He’s kinda… old. He’s like forty.”
“I don’t know him, Jimmy. You could ask. He might do it,” Avery said. “Now be quiet so you can cum.”
After a pause, Jimmy said, “I can cum when I talk. I talk a lot during sex. My girlfriend said I talk too much-“
“You do. She was right. Hush,” Avery said, his eyes closed, both hands massaged Jimmy’s flexing pecs. “If you’re gonna talk, it’s gotta be dirty talk.” He wanted to explain further and get Jimmy to do some dirty talk — he got the feeling Jimmy would giggle through it, but it would be fun to try. But the pressure and incipient orgasm in his ass made it impossible to focus.
“Oh, right. Like this…” He cleared his throat. “Oh, god, baby, yeah…” He kept laughing through his “dirty-talk”, which ruined the dirtiness of it.
Then, as though he was utterly shocked by it, Jimmy orgasmed. His laugh cut off in the middle, and his muscles all tensed at once. His face was tight and pinched like he was in agonizing pain. He looked at Avery for the first time since this had begun.
Avery climaxed too, shooting his load into the palm of his hand, some of it spilling onto Jimmy’s chest. A giant wad of cum filled up his ass, spraying jet after jet of creamy hot cum into his insides. Avery squirmed and gasped, his hands caressing Jimmy’s taut muscles.
Their simultaneous orgasms lasted what felt like forever to Avery. He loved getting plowed by straight boys. There was nothing better, he thought as he exulted in the unkempt scent of Jimmy’s body and the feel of his sticky cum seeping into Avery’s flesh. Jimmy shot a huge load, his whole body shaking, hair flying back and forth like a shaggy dog drying itself.
“Hell yeah…” Jimmy said with a tight grunt. He screwed up his eyes when he saw Avery’s cupped hand, in which he caught his own jizz, overflowed, meaning Avery’s cum coated Jimmy’s belly and ribs. “Ewww…” Jimmy said, but he was still moaning from the sensations in his cock too, as he spewed his last few drops of jizz up Avery’s guts.
Finally it was done. To tease Jimmy, Avery remained on his cock, shifting his hips back and forth. Every motion sent a wave of staggering pleasure through Jimmy’s body, making his muscles ripple, his scruffy hair tremble, his upper lip shake. Jimmy groaned, his face remaining a bright red dappled with sweat.
Jimmy opened his mouth to say something, but all that came out was a wordless moan. Avery giggled. He bent down and kissed each of Jimmy’s nipples, then pulled off his dick. Jimmy sighed grandly, his whole body spasming at Avery’s touch, and he limply flopped onto the bench press beneath him.
“Thanks, Jimmy. That was really hot…”
Avery looked for some tissues to clean himself and Jimmy with, but there were none in the living room. He found some paper towels in the kitchen. He couldn’t help but peer into the refrigerator too — it was a standard bachelor fridge, nothing but condiments, beer, hot dogs and leftover pizza. Avery slipped another fifty dollar bill in the fridge and added a note that read use this to buy real food, Jimmy. He left it unsigned, figuring Jimmy would probably think it a message from God.
He went back out to the living room. Jimmy’s body gleamed with sweat, but he had wiped the jizz off himself with his tee shirt, which now lay on the floor. He was limp all over, half-asleep. He grumbled when Avery wiped his dick off with a moistened paper towel. He lifted his head enough to watch Avery handle his meaty shaft, then laid back down.
He seemed to have totally forgotten about the money. Avery could have just walked right out. But he didn’t. He placed five hundred dollar bills on Jimmy’s pecs.
“Bye, Jimmy. Good luck.”
He lazily lifted one hand to wave goodbye. “Later, dude. Come by and see me again sometime.”