When I realized the truth
He rubbed my shaft with his fingertips, studying it, feeling its texture. “Such a pretty penis.”
“And it’s all yours,” I whispered. I was already leaking pre-cum.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his beautiful face, his expression of intense concentration.
He tightened his grip, sliding his hand up and down my shaft, and I pushed up through the funnel of his fingers.
Our breathing quickened. He cupped my balls in one hand, stroking them, teasing them, until finally he rubbed his thumb over my perineum before reaching my hole.
My breathing caught.
He smiled. “That’s for another time.” He looked me in the eye as he inched closer, closer, closer, until at last his breath warmed the head of my cock. Without breaking eye contact, he flicked it with his tongue.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt that delicious sensation.
I couldn’t say how long I’d yearned to feel his lips graze my dick.
He closed his eyes, as though he was savoring the moment. Then he opened them, focused on my face, and took the head into his mouth.
Finally.
I shuddered when he pulled free. “Do it again,” I begged. The music wove its magic around us, sending my desire for him—my need—spiraling ever higher.
His fingers caressed my cock with firm upward strokes. He paused to lick the shaft, then kissed down its length to its root, followed by a long lick to the slit where he lapped at my pre-cum.
I stroked his head, and he raised his chin to gaze at me. “I could spend all my days worshipping your penis.”
I laughed. “And I’d let you, as long as I got to worship yours too.”
Except we both knew that would never be an option. It was nothing but a fantasy.
He paused. “More?”
I shivered. “Please.”
He took me into his mouth, his head bobbing as he sucked my cock, my hand resting lightly on the back of his head. I knew he’d gone a little too far when he gagged.
I lifted his chin with my fingers. “You don’t have to go so deep.”
He stared at me, his eyes and lips wet, his cheeks red. “But… I want to. I want to unravel you, the way you unraveled me.”
My breathing was shallow. “You did that with your first kiss.”
He surged up into my arms, and we were kissing again, reaffirming our connection, deepening it.
Maybe it was time to deepen it further.
I cupped his jaw. “You’ve got my cock ready. It’s time I did the same with your hole.”
“But I don’t want to stop,” he protested.
“You don’t have to.” I shuffled back on the bed until I was lying on it. “If you sit astride my face, looking toward my feet, you can still suck me, but your ass will be right where I want it.”
He bit his lip. “This sounds complicated. I might need diagrams.” We both laughed. Then he swung around, shuffling back until he was kneeling above me. “Like this?”
“Just like that. Maybe make your knees a little wider?”
He leaned forward, his hand curled around my shaft. “Like this?”
I shuddered when I felt his warm, wet mouth enclose the head. “Perfect.” I stroked his firm ass cheeks. “Now, the trick is to keep sucking.”
He twisted to stare at me. “Why would I want to stop?”
I bit my lip. “Well, you’re going to be a little distracted.” I spread his cheeks, revealing his tight pucker, and licked a path over it.
“A little distracted?” A full-body shudder coursed through him. “This is a thing? Guys do this?”
“You’ve never watched porn? Do you even know what that is?”
“Of course I do. And no, I haven’t.”
“Why not?” I rubbed my thumb over his hole.
He shuddered again. “I thought if I started, I might not stop. In case you haven’t realized, I have kind of an obsessive personality.
I give everything one hundred percent. And the last thing I wanted was for my time to get eaten up with me being glued to a screen, watching other men enjoy what I couldn’t. ”
I knew he was right. It would have amounted to torture.
“You’re a wise man. And besides, you don’t need porn now—you have me.” I smiled. “Do you really want to discuss this, or would you rather skip the lecture and head straight to the practical part?”
He chuckled, and the next moment he gave my dick a good hard suck.
“Oh God, you’re good at that.”
Santa took me deeper, moaning around my shaft and sending trickles of electricity zinging through me.
Such talent required a suitable reward.
I spread his cheeks once more, burying my face in his crease, letting the heady musky scent of him fill me.
What a beautiful sight.
“Wow. Santa has a hairy ass—and a hairy hole.”
He shivered as I rubbed the edge of my hand through his crack. He twisted to stare back at me. “Do I need to shave?”
“Remember what you said when I suggested coloring my beard? Because I’m gonna quote you.” I glared at him. “Don’t you dare.”
“Thank God for that.” Then he went back to sucking and licking my shaft, until I was the one who was distracted. I stretched his hole, and went to work with my tongue, licking and exploring.
“A-Anthony.” He shivered.
I paused. “Don’t you like it?”
“‘Like’ is far too weak a word.”
I smiled. “Then I’m doing something right.” I pushed my tongue into his pucker, feeling it loosen with every groan that poured from his lips. It wasn’t long before my jaw ached, his moans were constant, and he couldn’t keep still.
He was ready for fingers.
I sucked my forefinger, getting it as wet as I could manage, then slid it into him.
“Oh, that feels as good as it did last year.”
I chuckled. “This is going to be a step up from last year.” I fucked him with it, until he was pushing back, demanding more.
“Anthony…. do it,” he begged.
“Do what?” I crooked my finger over his prostate, and shudders rippled through him. “Oh, did you mean do that?” I did it again, then added a second finger, stretching his hole while he continued to suck my dick, pausing now and then to gasp when I sped up, his body so tight around them.
“I need to be inside you,” I murmured.
In a heartbeat, he shifted position until he faced me, kneeling beside me on the bed, his cock curving up, thick and long. “How do you want me?”
“Riding me will be easiest for you.” I glanced at the bed.
“Once we have lube, that is.” The bottle appeared near my left hand, and I squeezed some into my palm.
I slicked up my cock, and held it steady.
“Okay. You’re gonna sit on it. Take it as slow as you like.
I won’t move until you give me the go-ahead. ”
He straddled my hips, and I guided my dick to his entrance. He reached back and took control, shifting slightly, his breathing staccato, until at last the head was inside him.
Santa bowed his head, his palms pressed to my chest. “Oh… oh my.” When he glanced up, my heart stuttered to see his glistening eyes. “At last. I’ve waited so long.”
“I know. You’ve waited centuries,” I ground out, forcing myself to remain motionless.
He stilled, then leaned forward until his lips were so close to mine, they almost touched. “No, you don’t understand. I’ve waited so long to share this—with you.”
And then he kissed me, an unhurried, tender kiss that joined us, bound us together…
Made us one.
“I don’t think I can stay still anymore,” he whispered. His belly quivered, and I rubbed it with leisurely circles, one hand on his hip. My breathing mimicked his as he impaled himself on my shaft, taking his time, until at last I was all the way in. “I feel so… full.”
I kept my gaze focused on his face. “Breathe, sweetheart.”
His pupils enlarged, his chest rose and fell, and his expression of rapture made my heartbeat quicken.
“And now I know… how it feels to be… so alive.” He leaned over to kiss me, and I tilted my hips, moving with him, not wanting to break our connection.
I stroked his beard, his cheek, our breath mingling as we kissed.
I was conscious of every tiny movement he made, his body wrapped around my cock, so tight, so warm…
He gazed into my eyes. “I’m so glad I waited.”
“For what?”
He kissed me. “To do this with you, and not a toy. Because this has to be the most awesome feeling in the universe.” Then he clicked his fingers, and a mirror covered the wall next to the bed.
Santa flushed. “I want to watch us.” He placed his hands flat to my chest, and rolled his hips, gazing at our reflection open-mouthed.
“We look good, don’t we?”
He nodded. “We feel good too.” Then he gazed at me. “Make it last?”
“I’d make it last till dawn if I could.” I smiled. “Or at least until the music stops.”
His breathing quickened. “Then make love to me until it stops.”
Time stood still for us as we moved together, the two of us locked into a graceful, sensuous rhythm, the music surrounding us, heightening our arousal, pushing us toward the goal we both strove for and sought to delay. And somewhere in the middle of that wondrous connection, I realized something.
I loved him.
I loved him, heart, body and soul.
I touched his lips, gasping as he rocked back and forth, my shaft sliding in and out of his warm body. Barely a minute went by without us pausing to kiss, to reconnect, to look each other in the eye while he rode my cock, picking up speed, his soft cries multiplying.
“I don’t want it to end,” he cried out, arching his back, hips rolling.
“It has to, so that the next time will be even better than this.” My voice reverberated around his bedroom.
“You promise?”
I traced a path over my chest with my finger. “Cross my heart.”
Then he came, trembling in my arms, shaking with every jolt of his orgasm, with every pulse of his cock. I held him close and kissed him, murmuring that I would never let him go—
Yet knowing I would have to when dawn broke in my own realm.
I kissed his forehead. “My turn.”
He nodded, sitting upright, my dick still buried in his ass. I thrust into him, once, twice, three times, before crying out as my shaft throbbed inside him, filling him.
His eyes widened. “Anthony. I feel you.”
I couldn’t speak. My throat seized at the sight of him, his chest glistening, his body rippling with shiver after shiver. I reached for him, and he tumbled forward, our lips fused in a long, passionate kiss, both of us slick with sweat.
I held him, my breathing erratic and harsh.
I love you.
And I wasn’t going to tell him. We lived in different realms that overlapped one night a year. Sharing how I felt would only make both of us feel bad.
We lay together on the bed, sweat drying on our skin, my heartbeat returning to its normal speed. His head rested on my chest.
“I’m listening to your heart,” he murmured. “Is it weird that I want to record it?”
I chuckled. “Very weird.”
He propped himself up on his elbow. “I mean, so I can play it at night. I might sleep better that way.”
I stared at him. “You have difficulty sleeping?”
“Sometimes. My problem is usually staying asleep. I wake up, it’s dark—and I reach for you.”
I knew that scenario all too well.
“Then let’s find a way to record it. As long as I can do the same?”
He smiled. “I like that.” His nose wrinkled.
“I think we need a shower,” I quipped.
“Not yet.” From nowhere appeared a Polaroid camera.
“I’ve always wanted to do this.” He lay down beside me once more, held it aloft, and took photos of us, wrapped around each other.
He stopped when he’d taken ten, and placed them on the nightstand, winking the camera into nothing.
“Will that be enough to remember tonight?”
I kissed him. “What makes you think I could ever forget?” It would be etched into my memory, locked in my heart forever.
The night I knew I loved Santa.
It was also the first time I’d admitted the truth to myself.
One night a year was never going to be enough.
“I know I never will forget.” He sighed. “We should eat.”
“And after that?”
He smiled. “We could come back to bed until it’s time to leave.” He stroked my jaw. “I’ll set an alarm, in case we fall asleep.”
Sleeping with him in my arms sounded like heaven. “Then let’s do that.”
The years since Kris broke my heart had healed me, so much that I’d forgotten how love could hurt. Because I loved Santa, and my heart was breaking because I couldn’t hold onto him.