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This is a one off story for Christmas to say thanks to everyone who has read my stories, liked, commented and supported me this year, means a lot!! Hope you enjoy this one... 
Merry Christmas!! Max T x
I should never have agreed to come; I was more than happy to have Christmas alone this year. Watch trashy tv, eat loads of food and get drunk alone, perfect.
But when my friend Sarah found out my family were away this year, she invited me to her Christmas get away, and I stupidly said yes. My family had planned a big Christmas In France seeing our cousins, but I had to work up till Christmas eve so couldn’t make it...and so Sarah refused to take no for answer when she found out. On Christmas eve I drove to a large house she had rented just outside London. It was a whole thing, she rented this huge house and invited all her friends who were free for Christmas, all of them being straight couples. So now I was in this house for three days with a whole load of straight couples, I was the only single one, and the only gay.
I liked Sarah, she was a friend from my last job, she could be a bit intense but overall meant well and we got on. But I hadn’t met anyone else from this group. The first night we all had a big dinner together and the entire evening was spent with each couple asking me, “why don’t you have a bf”, “you’re so handsome you should find a nice guy and settle down,” blah blah blah. I played nice and said I was keeping my options open. But really, I liked being single, I can fuck whoever I want…
The good news was several of the boyfriends at the house offered great eye candy for me. But one caught my eye in particular…Nathan. He was the boyfriend of this girl called Daisy. She was easily the most annoying there and spent most her time bitching about everyone else to me, I think she thought because I was gay, we would be instant friends, but I really didn’t like her. Her boyfriend, however, I liked a lot. Nathan was tall, dark haired and handsome. He had a very sweet and charming demeanour, which was a surprise as based on the way he looked (and his girlfriend) I was fully expecting him to be a douche bag.
The second day, Christmas Eve, we all chilled at the house and hung out, watching Christmas movies and making cookies. Then in the evening we had another big dinner all together, but near the end of the dinner Nathan disappeared and then not long after came back in dressed as Santa. And holy fuck he looked so hot. He had gone all out, full red Santa suit, leather boots and beard. But there was no Santa belly, this Santa’s outfit was tight fitting and showed off every muscle in his very fit body.
Everyone screamed and cheered. He had a large sack with him and started handing out presents to everyone.
“Omg Santa got hot!” Daisy yelled as he handed out the gifts.
Everyone laughed.
“Santa, can we sit in your knee and tell you want we want for Christmas?” Tash, one of the other girls said to a big cheer.
“Ho, ho, ho, sure thing” Nathan replied, in a very unconvincing Santa voice.
Nathan went and sat on a chair at the end of the table while we all drunkenly, one by one, got on his knee and, cheered by the group, basically told him lewd things we wanted “Santa” to do to us.
Now I was pretty drunk by this stage and bored of these straight couples and their incredibly basic suggestions for sexy Santa; “I want Santa to come down my chimney”…really?
When I got my chance to sit on his lap I made sure to sit directly on his crotch, and I very slowly moved my ass, so the room couldn’t really tell…but I knew Santa would feel it.
“My wish from Santa is private!” I yelled to the rowdy group watching us, “I’m gonna whisper to him!”
Then I dramatically held my hand across my mouth to cover what I was saying and leant into whisper into his ear…
“My wish is for Santa to come to my room tonight and let me suck his cock. No one else will ever find out, Santa” I said, as I ground my ass against his dick, and I felt it harden.
Nathan looked at me with slightly shocked eyes, but I could feel his dick reacting to what I said, and he held my gaze.
I looked him dead in the eyes, “I mean it” I said seriously.
No one had heard what I whispered to him, but everyone heard the last part and they cheered. I pushed down again with my ass directly on his semi hard dick while he looked at me wide eyed.
I was sure nothing would happen, he was too much of a boring straight guy to actually have the balls to come and get his cock sucked…but it was hot to so brazenly throw myself at him, especially in front of his girlfriend who had no idea. And this bored, horny gay guy could hope.
The party carried on, we drank, danced and sang Christmas songs till late. But eventually Sarah, told us all it was bedtime. She wanted us fresh and awake for Christmas day, and said Santa would be visiting soon (she had no idea how much I hoped that was true). Everyone started saying good night and heading off. I was pretty drunk, and very horny. I hugged and said good night to everyone and then when I got to Nathan, I squeezed him tight and whispered in his ear…
“I meant what I said, and if you come dressed as Santa it won’t count as cheating” then I kissed his cheek and went off to bed.
I didn’t believe anything would happen. I was drunk, horny and had fuck all to lose. I got into bed and thought about having a wank, but I didn’t wanna wank…I wanted to suck a cock, and maybe even get my ass pounded.
I logged into Grindr, but it was Christmas Eve in the middle of nowhere, no one was around. The closest guy was miles away, and as horny as I was, I wasn’t traveling that far for the possibility of random dick.
So, I rolled over and fell asleep, frustrated, horny and drunk.
-
Later, a noise woke me…
I had no idea what time it was, the room was dark. I thought I had heard a bang, or my door, I wasn’t sure. Then I heard it again, but this time it was clearly footsteps…in my room…
I looked up from my bed and there, standing at the end of my bed, illuminated by the moonlight coming in the window…was Santa Claus. Hot, straight, muscled Satran Claus.
I guess Christmas miracles really do exist.
“Santa?” I said, in my half sleep, slightly drunken haze.
“Ho, ho, ho, you been a good boy this year?” Santa asked.
“Oh, I’ve been very naughty actually, but I’m ready to be a very good boy for Santa now” I replied, pulling back the covers to reveal my body wearing only my tight little boxers.
“Mmm, Santa needs you to be a very good boy…and keep this between us” he replied.
“Don’t worry Santa, Mrs Claus will never know what happens. And I think I deserve a big present” I replied.
Santa moved around to the edge of the bed, his muscly body was pulling at the seams of the Santa suit, and I could already see a sizeable bulge in his pants. Fuck this was gonna be a way more fun Christmas than I thought.
I reached over and felt his bulge through his trousers. Santa was hard. He moaned.
“Look this really does have to stay between us…I shouldn’t be…” he started to say, the fake Santa voice completely dropped.
I grabbed his cock and squeezed it.
“Don’t worry, whatever happens here stays between us” I said as I felt his cock grow in my hands.
“Good” he moaned as he pushed his crotch forward giving me more access. I quickly undid his trousers and pulled his cock out, it was hard, and thick and big. Santa was packing. I gripped his cock with my hands, wanking it up and down.
“Fuck” he moaned.
I leaned forward and licked it; he was leaking precum and it tasted so sweet. I was too horny to wait anymore, I dived down onto his cock, sucking it deep and licking his balls…he tasted musky and sweaty. I loved it.
“Fuck man” he moaned as he pushed his cock further down my throat.
I was gonna give this straight boy the suck of his life. I eagerly sucked him, grabbing his ass and pulling his cock further down my throat. I looked up and he had his eyes closed, and I could see his muscly body stretching the Santa suit. He looked so fit. This really was all I wanted for Christmas, a straight boy’s cock rammed down my throat…or Santa I should say.
I worked on his cock, sucking it deep and licking his balls, listening to his moans as I did. But I wanted more…it was Christmas. I wasn’t going to settle for just his cock in my mouth. I slowly licked his cock all the way to the tip, hearing his breath catch as I did, then I spat on it, getting it nice and wet and I turned around…presenting my ass to him. I was still in my tight little boxers, so I slipped them off and then arched my back. I reached for his dick, guiding it towards my hole…
“Fuck…I can’t…I…” he said as I put the head of his cock against my hole.
I wanted this straight boy to fuck me. He could be my Santa for the night, and Santa was going to pound my ass hard, I needed it. And I know he wanted it too, I bet he hadn’t had a decent fuck from his girlfriend in months. Tonight, he can use my tight little ass until he busts his load inside me.
I held his cock tightly as I rubbed it against my hole…
“I know you want it, Santa. You can have it. Fuck me till you shoot…” I said as I continued rubbing his hard dick against my hole.
I felt him push forward; his cock pushed against my hole…
“Fuck…I’ve never…” he moaned.
“Do you want it?” I asked.
He was silent for a minute, but he still pushed his cock forward against my hole…
Then, finally…he breathed…
“Yes” he said, so quietly I could barely hear it.
I pushed back…and the tip of his cock slid inside me…raw.
I moaned as I felt my ass open for his cock, letting each inch slide into me, and he was lost to the feeling. No more doubt, he pushed his cock forward with intensity, I need to feel all of it buried inside me. He pushed so hard that very quickly his entire length was inside men and I had to bite a pillow to stop screaming. Fuck he had stretched me open.
But then, without waiting, he fucked me. Hard. Suddenly all doubt in him was gone, the moment his cock went balls deep in me he was pulling it out and ramming it back in me again…and again…and again…
He gripped my hips and grunted as he pounded his cock into me over and over. And I greedily took every inch of his cock and every slap of his hips. My ass had fully opened up and it felt good, really fucking good.
“Fucking hell that’s a tight fucking pussy” he moaned.
“All yours Santa” I moaned back as I gripped the sheets and took his thrusts.
“This won’t last long, your hole feels insane…I’m gonna load you quick slut” he grunted, not pausing his pounding of my hole.
“Yes, yes fuck your load in me!” I yelled.
“Fuck yes you fucking slut!” he grunted back.
I loved how rough and dirty Santa had suddenly become.
He gripped my hips tightly as he pounded me doggy, his cock stretching me more open with every thrust. I heard his breathing changing, fuck he was getting close…
“Urghhh…fuckkkk…” he moaned, “I’m…fuck…I’m gonna fucking cum!” he yelled out.
I pushed my ass back against him and then felt as he rammed his cock hard into me and I was filled up with his warm cum; I felt load after load being fucked into me. I fucking loved it. He was moaning and grunting, his whole body shaking as he emptied himself inside me.
He held onto me tightly as he shot the last loads of his cum deep inside me, then he collapsed on top of me.
The room went silent; I felt a soft kiss on the back of my neck. Then he pulled his cock out of me, and I heard him pulling up his trousers.
“Thanks Santa” I said.
“You’re welcome, Merry Christmas” he said, then he headed straight out my room and closed the door.
I lay down on the bed and felt my freshly fucked ass, full up of his cum. I started wanking myself while I did and quickly felt my orgasm build…before shooting a massive load all over my sheets…and falling into a peaceful sleep.
-
The next day when I woke up people were already in the living room having breakfast. When I joined, we opened champagned and then opened presents. It was a fun day, and I was feeling way more relaxed after being fucked good the night before, by Santa. Nathan didn’t look at me all day, he seemed nervous around me, but I didn’t mind, my ass was still full of his cum.
We spent the rest of the day eating food and watching movies, it was actually a fun Christmas.
Santa didn’t visit me the next night, but then I guess he only visits on Christmas eve. So, the next day we all packed up and were saying our goodbyes before heading home. As I said goodbye to everyone I got to Nathan…I leant in and made sure to speak quietly that no one else could hear…
“I enjoyed my visit from Santa, if he…or you…ever wanted to visit me again…I would happily keep it between us.”
Nathan looked at me, then smiled.
“Good to know” he whispered back, “maybe I will.”
I smiled back, then I went to my car and drove away, heading back home after a surprisingly fun Christmas.
Maybe I was good boy this year…
…cause Santa definitely gave me a big present.
You can find all my stories on my Patreon
Merry Christmas!! Max T x
A Private Visit from Santa
I should never have agreed to come; I was more than happy to have Christmas alone this year. Watch trashy tv, eat loads of food and get drunk alone, perfect.
But when my friend Sarah found out my family were away this year, she invited me to her Christmas get away, and I stupidly said yes. My family had planned a big Christmas In France seeing our cousins, but I had to work up till Christmas eve so couldn’t make it...and so Sarah refused to take no for answer when she found out. On Christmas eve I drove to a large house she had rented just outside London. It was a whole thing, she rented this huge house and invited all her friends who were free for Christmas, all of them being straight couples. So now I was in this house for three days with a whole load of straight couples, I was the only single one, and the only gay.
I liked Sarah, she was a friend from my last job, she could be a bit intense but overall meant well and we got on. But I hadn’t met anyone else from this group. The first night we all had a big dinner together and the entire evening was spent with each couple asking me, “why don’t you have a bf”, “you’re so handsome you should find a nice guy and settle down,” blah blah blah. I played nice and said I was keeping my options open. But really, I liked being single, I can fuck whoever I want…
The good news was several of the boyfriends at the house offered great eye candy for me. But one caught my eye in particular…Nathan. He was the boyfriend of this girl called Daisy. She was easily the most annoying there and spent most her time bitching about everyone else to me, I think she thought because I was gay, we would be instant friends, but I really didn’t like her. Her boyfriend, however, I liked a lot. Nathan was tall, dark haired and handsome. He had a very sweet and charming demeanour, which was a surprise as based on the way he looked (and his girlfriend) I was fully expecting him to be a douche bag.
The second day, Christmas Eve, we all chilled at the house and hung out, watching Christmas movies and making cookies. Then in the evening we had another big dinner all together, but near the end of the dinner Nathan disappeared and then not long after came back in dressed as Santa. And holy fuck he looked so hot. He had gone all out, full red Santa suit, leather boots and beard. But there was no Santa belly, this Santa’s outfit was tight fitting and showed off every muscle in his very fit body.
Everyone screamed and cheered. He had a large sack with him and started handing out presents to everyone.
“Omg Santa got hot!” Daisy yelled as he handed out the gifts.
Everyone laughed.
“Santa, can we sit in your knee and tell you want we want for Christmas?” Tash, one of the other girls said to a big cheer.
“Ho, ho, ho, sure thing” Nathan replied, in a very unconvincing Santa voice.
Nathan went and sat on a chair at the end of the table while we all drunkenly, one by one, got on his knee and, cheered by the group, basically told him lewd things we wanted “Santa” to do to us.
Now I was pretty drunk by this stage and bored of these straight couples and their incredibly basic suggestions for sexy Santa; “I want Santa to come down my chimney”…really?
When I got my chance to sit on his lap I made sure to sit directly on his crotch, and I very slowly moved my ass, so the room couldn’t really tell…but I knew Santa would feel it.
“My wish from Santa is private!” I yelled to the rowdy group watching us, “I’m gonna whisper to him!”
Then I dramatically held my hand across my mouth to cover what I was saying and leant into whisper into his ear…
“My wish is for Santa to come to my room tonight and let me suck his cock. No one else will ever find out, Santa” I said, as I ground my ass against his dick, and I felt it harden.
Nathan looked at me with slightly shocked eyes, but I could feel his dick reacting to what I said, and he held my gaze.
I looked him dead in the eyes, “I mean it” I said seriously.
No one had heard what I whispered to him, but everyone heard the last part and they cheered. I pushed down again with my ass directly on his semi hard dick while he looked at me wide eyed.
I was sure nothing would happen, he was too much of a boring straight guy to actually have the balls to come and get his cock sucked…but it was hot to so brazenly throw myself at him, especially in front of his girlfriend who had no idea. And this bored, horny gay guy could hope.
The party carried on, we drank, danced and sang Christmas songs till late. But eventually Sarah, told us all it was bedtime. She wanted us fresh and awake for Christmas day, and said Santa would be visiting soon (she had no idea how much I hoped that was true). Everyone started saying good night and heading off. I was pretty drunk, and very horny. I hugged and said good night to everyone and then when I got to Nathan, I squeezed him tight and whispered in his ear…
“I meant what I said, and if you come dressed as Santa it won’t count as cheating” then I kissed his cheek and went off to bed.
I didn’t believe anything would happen. I was drunk, horny and had fuck all to lose. I got into bed and thought about having a wank, but I didn’t wanna wank…I wanted to suck a cock, and maybe even get my ass pounded.
I logged into Grindr, but it was Christmas Eve in the middle of nowhere, no one was around. The closest guy was miles away, and as horny as I was, I wasn’t traveling that far for the possibility of random dick.
So, I rolled over and fell asleep, frustrated, horny and drunk.
-
Later, a noise woke me…
I had no idea what time it was, the room was dark. I thought I had heard a bang, or my door, I wasn’t sure. Then I heard it again, but this time it was clearly footsteps…in my room…
I looked up from my bed and there, standing at the end of my bed, illuminated by the moonlight coming in the window…was Santa Claus. Hot, straight, muscled Satran Claus.
I guess Christmas miracles really do exist.
“Santa?” I said, in my half sleep, slightly drunken haze.
“Ho, ho, ho, you been a good boy this year?” Santa asked.
“Oh, I’ve been very naughty actually, but I’m ready to be a very good boy for Santa now” I replied, pulling back the covers to reveal my body wearing only my tight little boxers.
“Mmm, Santa needs you to be a very good boy…and keep this between us” he replied.
“Don’t worry Santa, Mrs Claus will never know what happens. And I think I deserve a big present” I replied.
Santa moved around to the edge of the bed, his muscly body was pulling at the seams of the Santa suit, and I could already see a sizeable bulge in his pants. Fuck this was gonna be a way more fun Christmas than I thought.
I reached over and felt his bulge through his trousers. Santa was hard. He moaned.
“Look this really does have to stay between us…I shouldn’t be…” he started to say, the fake Santa voice completely dropped.
I grabbed his cock and squeezed it.
“Don’t worry, whatever happens here stays between us” I said as I felt his cock grow in my hands.
“Good” he moaned as he pushed his crotch forward giving me more access. I quickly undid his trousers and pulled his cock out, it was hard, and thick and big. Santa was packing. I gripped his cock with my hands, wanking it up and down.
“Fuck” he moaned.
I leaned forward and licked it; he was leaking precum and it tasted so sweet. I was too horny to wait anymore, I dived down onto his cock, sucking it deep and licking his balls…he tasted musky and sweaty. I loved it.
“Fuck man” he moaned as he pushed his cock further down my throat.
I was gonna give this straight boy the suck of his life. I eagerly sucked him, grabbing his ass and pulling his cock further down my throat. I looked up and he had his eyes closed, and I could see his muscly body stretching the Santa suit. He looked so fit. This really was all I wanted for Christmas, a straight boy’s cock rammed down my throat…or Santa I should say.
I worked on his cock, sucking it deep and licking his balls, listening to his moans as I did. But I wanted more…it was Christmas. I wasn’t going to settle for just his cock in my mouth. I slowly licked his cock all the way to the tip, hearing his breath catch as I did, then I spat on it, getting it nice and wet and I turned around…presenting my ass to him. I was still in my tight little boxers, so I slipped them off and then arched my back. I reached for his dick, guiding it towards my hole…
“Fuck…I can’t…I…” he said as I put the head of his cock against my hole.
I wanted this straight boy to fuck me. He could be my Santa for the night, and Santa was going to pound my ass hard, I needed it. And I know he wanted it too, I bet he hadn’t had a decent fuck from his girlfriend in months. Tonight, he can use my tight little ass until he busts his load inside me.
I held his cock tightly as I rubbed it against my hole…
“I know you want it, Santa. You can have it. Fuck me till you shoot…” I said as I continued rubbing his hard dick against my hole.
I felt him push forward; his cock pushed against my hole…
“Fuck…I’ve never…” he moaned.
“Do you want it?” I asked.
He was silent for a minute, but he still pushed his cock forward against my hole…
Then, finally…he breathed…
“Yes” he said, so quietly I could barely hear it.
I pushed back…and the tip of his cock slid inside me…raw.
I moaned as I felt my ass open for his cock, letting each inch slide into me, and he was lost to the feeling. No more doubt, he pushed his cock forward with intensity, I need to feel all of it buried inside me. He pushed so hard that very quickly his entire length was inside men and I had to bite a pillow to stop screaming. Fuck he had stretched me open.
But then, without waiting, he fucked me. Hard. Suddenly all doubt in him was gone, the moment his cock went balls deep in me he was pulling it out and ramming it back in me again…and again…and again…
He gripped my hips and grunted as he pounded his cock into me over and over. And I greedily took every inch of his cock and every slap of his hips. My ass had fully opened up and it felt good, really fucking good.
“Fucking hell that’s a tight fucking pussy” he moaned.
“All yours Santa” I moaned back as I gripped the sheets and took his thrusts.
“This won’t last long, your hole feels insane…I’m gonna load you quick slut” he grunted, not pausing his pounding of my hole.
“Yes, yes fuck your load in me!” I yelled.
“Fuck yes you fucking slut!” he grunted back.
I loved how rough and dirty Santa had suddenly become.
He gripped my hips tightly as he pounded me doggy, his cock stretching me more open with every thrust. I heard his breathing changing, fuck he was getting close…
“Urghhh…fuckkkk…” he moaned, “I’m…fuck…I’m gonna fucking cum!” he yelled out.
I pushed my ass back against him and then felt as he rammed his cock hard into me and I was filled up with his warm cum; I felt load after load being fucked into me. I fucking loved it. He was moaning and grunting, his whole body shaking as he emptied himself inside me.
He held onto me tightly as he shot the last loads of his cum deep inside me, then he collapsed on top of me.
The room went silent; I felt a soft kiss on the back of my neck. Then he pulled his cock out of me, and I heard him pulling up his trousers.
“Thanks Santa” I said.
“You’re welcome, Merry Christmas” he said, then he headed straight out my room and closed the door.
I lay down on the bed and felt my freshly fucked ass, full up of his cum. I started wanking myself while I did and quickly felt my orgasm build…before shooting a massive load all over my sheets…and falling into a peaceful sleep.
-
The next day when I woke up people were already in the living room having breakfast. When I joined, we opened champagned and then opened presents. It was a fun day, and I was feeling way more relaxed after being fucked good the night before, by Santa. Nathan didn’t look at me all day, he seemed nervous around me, but I didn’t mind, my ass was still full of his cum.
We spent the rest of the day eating food and watching movies, it was actually a fun Christmas.
Santa didn’t visit me the next night, but then I guess he only visits on Christmas eve. So, the next day we all packed up and were saying our goodbyes before heading home. As I said goodbye to everyone I got to Nathan…I leant in and made sure to speak quietly that no one else could hear…
“I enjoyed my visit from Santa, if he…or you…ever wanted to visit me again…I would happily keep it between us.”
Nathan looked at me, then smiled.
“Good to know” he whispered back, “maybe I will.”
I smiled back, then I went to my car and drove away, heading back home after a surprisingly fun Christmas.
Maybe I was good boy this year…
…cause Santa definitely gave me a big present.
You can find all my stories on my Patreon
