Happy Christmas Everyone!

A Christmas Short by Bronwyn

2,334 words which hasn’t even been BETA read.

This story is for adults only and might cause offence; it’s an m/m tale of Santa Clause

Hope you enjoy!

Santa’s Present

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was steering—okay, so there was one. One lone eighteen year old, up because of a distraction that lingered on the night.

He really should have known better.

The night outside the window was dry, it was hot and sticky, but that wasn’t unusual, it was always like this for Christmas, in the high 30 while at the coldest point of night, reaching into the 40’s on the day. Matt had always liked that about Christmas, the fact that it was too hot to move.

Add more food than you could ever wish to eat in one sitting. People you really didn’t care for, but the obligation to meet and greet had been drummed into you for so long that it was a welcome to see the relatives for this one point of year.

The cricket was on, the alcohol a sweet nectar that he was going to be able to have without sneaking a few off his old man when everyone but Uncle Dick was looking away. He’d be able to drink with the rest of him tomorrow. He was going to be a man.

He was too pumped to sleep. His hand wrapping in a permanent blanket to hid dick since he’d come out of the shower and laid on bed waiting for the night to take him over. Sleep wasn’t coming, no matter how many times he he’d emptied his balls onto his belly.

His hand moved, slow, so slow, a burning friction. He really needed lube. Something, anything that would make this a better glide. Kicking up his leg, he’s other the only thing in him with covered as it tangled in the loose ends.

His other hand shifted, lifted his other hand, the one not permanently attached to his cock. Rolling his balls in his hands for a long time, he couldn’t help it, the pleasure was enough, it distracting. It was awesome, and it had only gotten better since he understood what drove him higher.

His leg lifted up, the soul of his foot resting on the bed as he thrust up into his fist, it wasn’t good, and the dryness from his last clean-up was making it stick. But he couldn’t stop.

His fingers around his balls loosened up, they rubbed, pushed a little at just behind as his fingers searched out his hole. Letting his fingers pushed, getting a brush of pleasure, a fullness he wanted so much. He wanted to be filled so much, filled be someone else, someone that could give him the alternant pleasure one could have when fucking. It’s all he wanted. The dildo’s he bought off the internet two years ago wasn’t doing it for him anymore.

The dry pop of his fingers sinking past his muscles made him flinch. He couldn’t do this dry, not after the amount of times he’d fucked himself to night, already the muscles were swore, wanting love, attention rather than the rapped thrust in that he had been giving himself. Always unable to care when he got to this point.

Stopping he reached out, searching the sheets for the bottle he knew was still there, nearly empty, but he had was sure there was still enough for one more go. Even if it was only just.

Ha! Gripping the bottle, he fumbled with it one handed, it had been nights like these had had gotten a nice sink happening with the one handed opening. Clicking the lid, he shifted the bottle around again and squeezed the end. Slime of the liquid hitting his hand was his sign, the puling along his thumb had him stopping, a click and a dump, and the bottle disappeared from his mind as he ran the palm of his hand over his cock head. Letting the upwards slight take it back down his cock, the room temp gel soothing along his abused flesh.

Running his fingers around the head, he got a bit carried away as he pushed in and around his slit. his other hand pumping hard and fast, bring him back up to the point he’d been before he’d gotten distracted.

His finger beautifully wet, his body humming like a bass line. He lifted his leg, opening himself up, and he pushed two fingers into his asshole.

Oh God…. He moaned, his head thrown back into the pillow as his eyes closed and his hips started pumping: back into his fingers, slight curled forward, a brush of prostate at ever deep trust down. And forward into his fist.

A loud bang came from down stairs, startled to a stop; he lay still for a long moment, his breaths fast as he rode the high he was still stuck in. another bang had him sitting up, the clang had him pull the covers up around his waist as he went to investigate.

Entering the lounge room he froze. A large velvet red arse was his full sight. Lust like nothing he had ever felt before slammed into his body. He hummed; his cock throbbed, if he could think it would have maybe a problem that he would blow just from a look at an arse.

Swallowing hard, shifted his feet, let the material that he griped with his cock rub, soothing a little. He must have moaned for the man turned around. And Matt nearly dripped onto his knees.

A red and white velvet suit. A soft white beard. He was Santa Clause, jolly old—okay, so he didn’t seem to look all that old. His face was lineless, smooth. His bread looked so soft he wanted to touch. His lips were red, hitching up into a smile that got his heart beating double time. His eyes, bright chips of blue with a twinkle.

“Just what I wanted,” he said in a smooth deep voice as he walked closer to Matt. “Drop the sheet.”

Matt did. With a swallow around a dry throat, the sheet pooled at his feet. His cock pointed at Santa leaking swollen and he just stood there, humming with a need for this man to bend him over something and fuck him threw it. From the look in the old man’s eyes, he was about to get that.

“Beautiful,” he whispered as he ran a hand along Matt’s jaw down his neck to tweak his nipple. “Just beautiful. But then, you always are.”

“Huh?” tainted off to a moan as Santa’s fingers ran down the vein in his cock and cradle his balls.

“My presents,” he replied before letting go of Matt, taking his arms and spinning him. “Grip the back of the lounge.”

Matt did. He didn’t know if anything that was happening was real. He didn’t know why he was being so willing to go with it. but the twinkle in the man’s eyes and the pain gripping at his balls, had his thinking brain turned off, and his need for what this man was clearly going to give him. 

Fabric rubbed at Matt’s palms as he climbed up on the lounge, his knees cradled on the edge, supported in a way he hadn’t really even thought about. His legs parted, he knew the drill even if he’d never experienced it before.

A hand slapped down on his ass cheek and Matt flinched into the burn. Moaning deep in his throat.

“All ready for me,” Santa said as he massaged the cheek, working the sharp burn into something deeper. Matt couldn’t help but lean into it. Even as he felt the man’s other hand skim up his inner thigh before a slight stretch of fingers pushed into him.

Oh, god, that felt different. Not that he hadn’t played with himself in that manner. Not that he hadn’t shoved a dildo up his ass—which was the less embarrassing things he had used to get himself off. But another man’s fingers were like everything he had felt before and everything different all at once.

So hot, those fingers were hotter than anything ever. The stretch was awesome, even as his muscles loosened up under the slight push pull. But more so the knowledge that it wasn’t his fingers doing it. That it was someone else that had him withering in pleasure as he gripped at the fabric and held he didn’t make the man stop.

“You ready for me?” he asked, as Matt felt something hard hit his thighs. If his brain had been functioning, he might have made the connection but as if was he was doing everything not to come all over that back of the lounge and ruin this moment of bliss.

Another slap got a sharp yell out of Matt, as heat pulsed pleasure threw his veins. Another deep rub. “Are you?”

Matt’s head nodded as his body hummed and his hips rocked back, chasing the fingers that retreated at his movement. He whimpered with the loss. Of both the fingers in his ass and the hand rubbing the burn into his cheek.

Looking over his shoulder Matt saw what was happening. The man, Santa had his top open, a short chest and stomach had Matt pause, it wasn’t jolly at all, no round edging. Nothing that would indicate him Santa. Matt blinked and when his eyes open again they were looking at the thick red cock of the man about to fuck him and everything rational went out the window.

Veiny red meat that had a glistening swollen head outside of its foreskin. Matt’s mouth watered, he wanted down on his knees, eyes to that cock. Letting the meat smack him on the face before he opened his mouth and sucked in that head. Matt wanted to run his tongue under the flesh of foreskin, see how it tasted. How it felt. It had always been fascinated by foreskin. Which, seeing as he hadn’t one, was one of the bigger spotlights into him being gay.

“Like what you see?” Santa said as he gripped his cock with one hand and Matt’s hip with the other, moving him slightly. Lining up.

Matt nodded and turned to face forward again. His eyes slid shut. He didn’t want to miss a moment of this. Didn’t want anything to ruin the first time another man put his cock up his ass.

Oh…God… Matt moan as the fat head of Santa’s cock pushed at his hole. Soft, hard and burning hot, Santa pushed his cock into Matt’s body. His back arched as the head popped in with an audible pop. He moan at the low burn of stretching muscle made the rest of the journey so much more.

“Oh, fuck your tight,” Santa huffed out. Matt only knew he bottomed out when the back of his thighs and his ass were engulfed in heat. And the added push of Santa’s hips, giving a jolt of pleasure to ride along his nerves. The burn from that opening hadn’t quite settled, but Matt love it, though he’s always liked it. No matter what stage he was at, or what he was using he had always loved the added burn threw the pleasure. Something not quite sharp enough to get rid of the need to move. And yet it made him have to hold on.

“Move” he nearly screamed as it seemed his body was about to vibrate off his bones. His skin was too tight. His tight was clenched hard, his hips wanted to move, but he couldn’t, Santa’s fingers held tight and weren’t going to let him go.

Santa gave a grunt, pushing forward with a sharp thrust before pulling back, the head catching at the muscles clutching to keep him in before slamming back in with long grown that synchronising the movement.

Matt was in heaven as that thick cock got rougher and heavier as Santa pulled out and pushed back in. at some point his grip on Matt loosened allowing his own hips to push back into the movements making it all the more intense.

This was sex. Hot, sweaty, noisy sex. It was everything that Matt had ever thought it would be. Everything rough and gentle, teasing and forceful. Everything. And the fact that it was the first time and he was already well on the way to coming before he had even started down the start, had Matt’s mind and body exploring on a sea of bliss that shot him into the heavens and landing him passed out before the high had even come down.

The sun shone in Matt’s eyes, waking him up. Stretching he felt the pull of muscles, shit, he really shouldn’t push himself so mu—Fuck! Sitting upright, Matt looked around himself. He was on his bed; his covers were wrapped around his left leg.

That was normal. Everything about the morning was normal. So did that mean it was all a dream?

With a slight run of hands along the sheet and came across clearn. Huh? There was no way he would have a dream like that. One that’s still playing in his mind. One that had his dick all hard and needy. There was no way, that if it didn’t happen in real life that he wouldn’t have come all over himself. But he was clean. So it happened?

Confused as all get out, because there was no way that he had gotten fucked by Santa Clause last night, he got up. Pulling the sheet along with him and he felt a cluck. Heard a thud and looked down at the red wrapped present that now lay on his floor.

Sitting back on the edge of the bed, Matt filched, pain spiked at his hole, running along his cheek. Looking down, Matt saw four long thin strip bruises along his hip. He smiled, running his hand along the evidence.

With the present in hand he pulled at the tape holding it all together.

For Matt

From Santa

Happy Christmas Everyone!