Love Wins at Christmas

When I gave Santa a gift

“No underwear either?” I chuckled. “I’m learning so many new things about you. Who would have thought it? Santa goes commando.”

He sucked in his gut to give me more access, his belly hollowing.

“I have a better idea.” I studied his fly. “Buttons? Have you never heard of a zipper?”

“It wasn’t something I ever gave much thought to,” he confessed. “Maybe it’s time I modernized my suit.”

I grinned. “There’s a lot to be said for easy access.” I removed my fingers, and unfastened his pants, just enough for the head of his dick to emerge, pointing upward.

He put his head back on the seat cushion with a shuddering sigh. “Can’t believe this is happening,” he murmured.

“But you do want it to happen.”

He jerked his head up and stared at me. “More than I could ever express in words.”

I didn’t break eye contact as I slowly massaged the head of his cock with my thumb, and his pupils grew larger, his breathing faster.

I popped another button on his fly, freeing more of him, and kept up that leisurely rubbing while I kissed him.

His shaft was a solid rod of flesh, and as the first hint of pre-cum slicked my thumb, I slid my tongue between his lips, exploring him.

I wanted to taste him.

I wanted to taste his dick.

I broke the kiss, and gave my full attention to his cock. It stood proud, thick, and heavy, and the clear liquid at the slit called to me. I shifted position, bending lower, lower, lower, so fucking slowly, until my lips touched the head.

His gasp as I took him into my mouth… The sweet taste of his arousal…

I slid his shaft deeper, loving the hitch in his breathing, aware of him leaning back, his eyes closed. “Oh my God. That feels incredible.”

I drew back long enough to tell him I hadn’t even started.

His eyes popped open, and he craned his neck to stare at me. “Then I might not survive this.”

“No man ever died from an orgasm. At least, I don’t think they did.”

His eyes widened and his breathing caught. “Oh my.”

And there it was, our destination, our goal.

I was going to make Santa come.

I rubbed his belly. “Close your eyes. Focus on how it feels.”

He nodded, then leaned back once more.

I took the head of his cock into my mouth, gave it a hard suck, then swallowed him to the root.

A strangled noise escaped him, and he arched his back.

My head bobbed as I sucked, glancing at him now and then.

His eyes were closed, his breathing shallow.

I concentrated on my task, loving the solid feel of him in my mouth.

Then I realized his hand was on my head, stroking it.

I loved this. I’d dreamed of this. Each soft sigh that fell from his lips only fueled my desire to give him even more pleasure. This selfless man had brought joy to millions, and it was time he got some payback.

This selfless hot man who’d been ticking my boxes since I was in my thirties.

I pulled free of him. “Let’s change things up a little.” I got off the couch and knelt in front of him, grasping his left boot at the ankle. “These are coming off.” I tugged and tugged, and finally I freed one foot. Then I did the same with the other before removing his thick socks.

“Now stand up,” I instructed, rising and extending a hand to him. I helped him to his feet, and we kissed, warmth radiating from his bare chest. I eased his arms out of his jacket, and placed it over the arm of the couch. Then I knelt in front of him.

“Please, don’t,” he blurted.

I froze. “Is something wrong?”

“Yes. You’re going to ruin your pants.”

I laughed. “I think they can stand it.” I gestured to his. “But you’re about to lose yours.” I pulled them down to his ankles, and his hefty dick sprang up.

I won’t deny my mouth watered.

“What about you?” he demanded.

I blinked. “What about me?”

“You’re… you seem to be doing all the work here. What do you get out of it?”

I tore my gaze away from his cock and turned my face upward. “You’ve spent your existence giving pleasure and joy to others. It’s about time someone did the same for you.”

His mouth opened and closed.

I helped him to step out of his pants and at last he was naked before me.

Well—almost naked. He was still wearing his Santa hat.

I reached up to remove it, but he stopped me. “Let me.” He lowered it, dropping it to the floor.

I gazed at his bald head. “Oh wow.” Then I recalled his words all those years ago. “I thought you said you suffered from hat hair?” He mumbled something under his breath, and I cupped his chin, forcing him to look me in the eye. “Repeat that, please.”

“I didn’t want you to know I was bald.”

I grinned. “Have I ever mentioned I find bald guys very hot?”

He blinked. “Really?”

I nodded. “You’re a beautiful man.” His chest resembled mine, covered in a down of dark hair peppered with gray, a solid line leading to his groin.

His belly was fuzzy, and I buried my face there, rubbing it, kissing it, so soft against my cheeks.

I reached up to tease his nipples, loving the shudders that coursed through him.

Santa likes a little nipple play. Good to know, because I didn’t intend for this to be a one-time-only thing.

I caressed him, sliding my hands down his sides, my fingertips brushing the V that led me lower. Then I reached behind to grab his buttocks, squeezing and stroking his firm ass, ignoring his dick that pointed at me, still leaking pre-cum.

“Please… Anthony…”

I glanced up. “Something wrong?”

He gave me a mock glare. “You’re teasing me.”

I cupped his balls and flicked the head of his dick with my tongue. “That better?” Without waiting for a response, I licked and kissed my way along his shaft, tugging gently on his sac. I grabbed his ass and pressed him to me, kissing his belly while I played with his balls.

“Oh. That feels amazing.”

I looked up at him and grinned. “Like I said, I haven’t even got started yet.” I removed my waistcoat, and opened my shirt before taking him into my mouth once more. My head bobbed, not missing a beat as I used both hands to open my fly and free my cock.

“Now you’re just showing off,” he said, his breathing staccato.

I paused to give him a wicked smile. “Look Santa, no hands.” I bent lower to enclose the head of his dick with my mouth, and tugged on my cock while I sucked him, taking him deeper.

His hands were on my head, holding me steady as his hips began to pump.

His breathing was erratic, his shivers almost constant.

Then he came to a stop. “How does it feel?”

I paused, glancing up at him with a frown.

He cupped my cheek, his eyes focused on mine. “How does it feel to have someone inside you?” He flushed. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wondered about that.”

I gazed at him incredulously. “But… you’re Santa. You could have given yourself some toys. And believe me, there are some pretty realistic toys out there.”

He bit his lip. “I’ve delivered so many. I never thought to use them on myself.”

“Then let me show you.” When he gave me a quizzical glance, I smiled. “Let me show you how it feels.”

His breathing quickened. “I… I’m not sure I’m ready for that.” He rolled his eyes. “Would you listen to me? I spend centuries dreaming about being with a man, and when I finally get the opportunity, I balk at the idea.”

“Hey,” I said, my voice soft as I stood.

“You said you wanted to go slow. So we will, all right?” I kissed him lightly on the lips.

“You also asked me to be gentle. So now you need to trust me.” I gave him a playful shove until he was seated on the couch once more. “Just how flexible are you, Santa?”

His eyes widened. “I have no idea, but I suspect I’m about to find out.”

I pushed my pants down over my hips and removed them, my own rigid cock standing at attention. “Now we’re both naked. Happy?”

“I’m all for equal opportunity.” He smiled. “And I thought the robe was a good look on you. It can’t compare to you naked.” He swallowed. “Beautiful just doesn’t cut it.”

Warmth flooded through me. “Let me make you feel good.”

I grabbed one leg, raising it until his foot rested on the back of the couch and he was lying down, his other foot on the floor. I rubbed his thighs with a slow, measured stroke.

“And there it is.” I gazed at his tight pucker.

Another swallow. “You’re seeing more of me than I ever have.”

“Then let me be the first to tell you.” I rubbed a finger over his hole, slow as you please. “You have a pretty hole.”

“Is there such a thing?”

I gave him a mock glare. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, okay? And I’m telling you, your hole is beautiful.” I glanced around the office. “Some lube would be good right now.”

He blinked, then shivered. A bottle of lube appeared on the floor beside us. I squeezed some onto my index finger, then pressed it inside him.

He shuddered, his head going back, his eyes closed. “Oh my. Please, don’t stop.”

“I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“A little, but it’s a good hurt. Keep going.”

I pushed my finger in up to the first knuckle, his body clinging to it. He was so warm inside, so tight. I waited a while before pressing deeper, and then I was all the way in. His groan of pleasure made my heart sing. I moved slowly in and out of him, loving the way his hole sucked me in.

“Wait for it,” I said with a smile, crooking my finger.

“Wait for wha—oh my God, what did you just do?” His eyes rolled back into his head, and he melted into the couch.

“Santa Claus, meet your prostate.”

He glared at me. “Less talk, more doing whatever you just did.”

“Your wish is my command.” I slicked up another finger, and then there were two inside him.

I kept the movement unhurried and easy, and bent over to take his dick in my mouth once more.

I sucked him deep, and fucked him with my fingers until I could feel him writhing on them, unable to keep still.

His hips jerked as he thrust, rocking between my mouth and my fingers.

He dug into the leather couch, holding on tight, his breathing rapid, his belly quivering.

I nudged his prostate again, and he shivered. “Oh, that feels…”

I did it again, and again, and again, until his inner muscles tightened around my fingers, and I knew we were there.

“Anthony… Oh God… Anthony… I think… Oh…”

The warmth that filled my mouth was no surprise, and I took every drop.

I stilled my fingers inside him and cleaned his cock with my tongue. When at last his shivers died away, I eased out of him, then lay beside him on the wide couch, my own dick so hard it ached.

“I think it’s my turn to pleasure you,” he said breathlessly. He wrapped his hand around my shaft, and gave it three or four tugs. I came on his belly, spattering it with my warmth. He cupped my head and pulled me close to kiss me as I shot my load.

It had to be the sweetest orgasm ever.

When I was done, I lay in his arms. “I still can’t believe this. I just made Santa Claus come.”

“Is it always like this?” he murmured. “So… intense, so overwhelming.” I craned my neck to glance at him, and he kissed me on the lips. “You just gave me everything I’ve been dreaming of for so long. And yes, it was amazing, but what made it so was that… I experienced it with you.”

His words echoed what lay in my heart.

“And we’ll experience it again—together,” I assured him.

“At least I know that’s all I’m getting until next December.” When I gazed at him, my eyebrows arched, he smiled. “‘Christmas comes but once a year.’ That’s what they say, isn’t it?” His eyes sparkled with humor.

I groaned. “I thought you said no Santa puns.”

Silently I made a promise. Next Christmas I’d make him come as many times as I could manage.

After all, he had some serious catching-up to do.

He shivered. “I don’t know about you, but I’m a little cold.” From out of nowhere a warm blanket covered us.

I sighed happily. “I could get used to this.” I snuggled up to him, my head on his shoulder. We were both damp with sweat, and it felt glorious.

“Living with magic?”

“Yes.”

Except that was a lie. What I really meant was, I could get used to living with him.

I was fooling myself, of course. I got one night a year, and that would have to be enough.

“Thank you.” He kissed me.

“For what?”

“Making my first time so special.”

“It takes two, remember?”

“Yes, but I didn’t do anything.”

“But you will, next time,” I assured him.

His face fell. “Except next time is a year away.” He sighed. “I suspect 2016 will be the slowest year ever.”

“Why?”

His arms tightened around me. “Time is a fickle thing. It speeds up when you don’t want it to, and it drags when you’re waiting for something to happen. And I’m going to be waiting until the next time I get to hold you… to do this…”

“Me too,” I confessed.

“But you don’t have to wait that long.” Santa gave me an earnest glance. “You have your own life to lead. And if you meet someone…”

Oh.

I stroked his silken beard. “Then there’s something you need to know.” I looked him in the eyes. “I’m not going to be doing this with anyone else. Okay?”

He gaped. “I don’t expect you to—”

I silenced him with a kiss. Then I drew back and locked gazes with him. “There is only one man for me, do you understand?”

I hadn’t come right out and said it, but there was only one implication he could draw from my words. He stared at me in silence, and suddenly his eyes glistened. He wiped them with his hand.

“Then I hope the next three hundred sixty-five days fly by.”

It took me a moment to do the math.

Damn. A leap year.

“One more day won’t kill us,” I whispered. Then I closed my eyes to shut out the prospect of having to leave his realm, his arms.