Naughty Santa

First, some background. Shane was 18 years old and a senior in high school. Shane was incredibly attractive. But you need a good mental picture to even come close to doing him justice. I’ll try my best. He was about 5’10, maybe 150-160 pounds. Normal build, not thin, but not thick at all. If I had to label him, I’d put him in the skater category. Shane had a nice body, very toned. He was naturally pretty smooth. Shane had dark, brown hair which he always kept short. He would always gel it, so it had a “wet” look to it. In the front it came straight down. Shane’s face narrowed slightly from top to bottom. The thing that made him irresistible were his lips and eyes. His lips were bright red and perfectly smooth. His eyes were blue and so bright you would think he was wearing special contact lenses, but he wasn’t. He lips and eyes were the first to catch people’s attention, so the rest of his face kind of fell into the background. As for clothes, they screamed skater. Shane would usually wear sports jerseys, typically basketball, that were a few sizes too big for him. He would always have a large silver-link chain that dropped down to about mid-chest. For pants, Shane would wear either blue jeans or something sporty…like plastic windbreakers. Either way they would be enormous, with the crotch half-way to his knees.

Shane wasn’t the best academically, he was smart enough, but he didn’t care. He would drink with friends during the week and maybe smoke some pot. Shane also had a good sense of humor. Even his teachers couldn’t resist the mixture of his looks and humor…he just had charm. On St. Patrick’s Day, when his math teacher, Mr. Smith, informed the class that he was not happy with their homework and the game was cancelled, Shane scolded, “Where’s your Saint Patrick’s Day spirit, Mr. Smith?” 

Sexually, Shane was active whenever possible. He loved girls, but with limited options in high school, that only worked out every couple months. Back in 8th grade, Shane had moved to include guys in his life as well. Shane was the perfect bi. If he had to pick between sex with a guy or girl, he would pick whichever one had the best body, gender didn’t matter to him. Shane was also willing to do just about anything. He loved topping for guys, but he was fine as a bottom too. He had been fucked a handful of times by different guys. Shane had even done some nasty stuff…stuff I won’t mention here. But basically, if it involved busting his nut, he would give it a try.

Okay, so here is Shane’s story:

One weekend, in the midst of his senior year, Shane went to a nearby mall to finish up some Christmas shopping. Shane was wearing a sleeve-less football jersey and red windbreakers, both a few sizes too big. Shane was walking through the mall, when one of the store-Santa’s caught his eye. This Santa was around six feet tall, and although part of his face was covered by the fake beard, Shane could tell the guy was pretty young; probably mid-twenties. He had brown eyes and nice broad, smooth features. This Santa was just to greet shoppers at a particular store and was lacking padding, so Shane could also tell he had a nice body. Shane stared and grinned. “How awesome would to be to ‘do’ Santa?” he thought. 

For the time being the mall had cleared out a little, Shane walked up to Santa and when he was confident nobody else was in ear shot said, “I would really like a candy cane for Christmas.”

Santa smiled and confused, asked, “Why a candy cane?”

Shane leaned in and whispered, “I could really use something to suck on.”

Santa remained silent as Shane moved back to look him in the eyes. Shane glanced down at Santa’s crotch and then back up. Slowly, Santa moved in and whispered to Shane, “Turn left and walk down the hall. There will be a blue door on your left, it’s unlocked. Go in and go down the flight of steps. You’ll see a door marked, ‘Storage.’ Wait for me in there. It’s a big room, but I’ll find you. I get off in half-an-hour.” With that, Santa moved back and began to greet customers entering the area. Shane turned to his left and started walking.

Shane found the room easily. Well, it was more of a complex than a room. Metal shelves lined every wall, and the room was filled with row after row of them. From the door Shane entered, he couldn’t even see where the room ended. The whole room was dimly lit. It was easy enough to see things in front of you, but to see more than a few rows away was hard. Shane started walking up and down the rows. The shelves were cluttered with the most random thing. Some holiday decorations, signs, merchandise, tools, and almost anything you could think of. Basically, they must never throw anything away. The rows of shelves had a lot a room in between them, which just meant the further back Shane went the more junk was lying in each isle. Something caught Shane’s eye, so he stopped and walked down a row. There was an old, but nice looking, red chair sitting up against the shelves. It was thickly padded and around some of the corners, Shane could see some of the stuffing coming out. It looked pretty comfortable. Shane looked down the other end of the isle, some junk lying around, but nothing unusual. Shane leaned against the shelves behind him. Now he just had to wait. 

Shane unclasped the chain around his neck and dropped it into his pocket. Then he heard a sound come from the dark end of the row. Shane looked down the row, but couldn’t see anything. “A rat?” he thought to himself. Quietly, Shane took a few steps down the row trying to see what had made the noise. Then suddenly, a light blinded Shane. “Fuck,” he said to himself.

“Just what do you think you’re doing back here,” the mall cop questioned. Shane squinted to see past the light of the flashlight. The cop had on a blue police shirt and black pants. He was about 5’8, medium build, with black skin, and a buzzed head.

“Just looking around,” Shane said, “can you lower the flashlight?”

The officer turned off the flashlight, put it back on his belt, and moved within a few feet of Shane. Shane looked over the officer, he was pretty young looking, in his 20’s, with a broad nose, and a cute, round face. 

“Waiting for Santa?” the officer asked. Upon seeing Shane blush, the officer commented, “I see, I’ll let you be.”

The officer turned to leave, as Shane interrupted, “Wait, I have a question.”

The officer turned, as Shane walked right up to him, inches from his face. Then the officer felt a hand grab his crotch, as Shane asked, “Is that your flashlight or are you just happy to see me?”

The officer smiled, as lame as the joke was Shane’s cuteness had pulled it off. “Only one way to find out,” the officer answered. Shane dropped to his knees and watched as the officer unzipped his black slacks, and pushed out his limp penis. Shane put his smooth lips around the officer’s head and gently ran them down his shaft.

“Yeah,” the officer whispered, as Shane’s mouth soaked his shaft. The officer’s hard, black, seven-inch tool tasted great to Shane. He flicked his tongue in the officer’s slit and then gulped down every inch until his nose was pressing against the officer’s pubs. The officer’s breathing let Shane know he was enjoying every minute. After a few minutes of polishing the officer’s tool, Shane leaned back to admire his work. The officer’s hard cock glistened in the storage room lighting.

“Sit down,” the officer ordered. Shane sat down on the cool floor and watched as the officer undid his belt. The officer dropped his pants and threw them to the side, and then wearing just his shirt, sat down next to Shane. The officer placed a hand on the back of Shane’s head and the two began making out. The officer couldn’t resist sucking on Shane’s adorable face. The officer moved his hand down to Shane’s crotch. His hand explored Shane’s baggy windbreakers, groping Shane’s privates along the way. The officer slid his tongue into Shane’s mouth as he rubbed Shane’s boner and sack, causing Shane to softly moan. Shane moved his hands down and guided the officer’s hand away with one hand. With the other hand, he pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees. Then, Shane placed the officer’s hand on his growing sausage. The officer rubbed his fingers over Shane’s balls and stroked his hard shaft. 

Next, the officer pulled his face away from Shane’s. Shane, catching his breath, followed the officer’s stare down to his own crotch. Shane’s cock stood at about six and a half inches, and was thicker than the officer’s. The officer leaned over, and to Shane’s surprise, gulped down about five inches worth of his manhood. 

“Oh, fuck,” Shane moaned, as the officer’s head bobbed up and down on his meat. The officer’s hand massaged Shane’s balls as his lips tightly darted over his shaft. The officer greedily swallowed the pre-cum oozing out of Shane’s slit, as Shane moaned. Shane watched as the officer pulled his mouth back and spit on Shane’s sausage. The officer ran his hand over Shane’s cock and then engulfed it with his mouth. Salvia was running down his shaft to his pubs. It was the wettest blown job Shane had ever gotten. Then, the officer stood up.

“I want you inside my ass,” he said, getting down on all fours. Shane quickly stood up and threw his pants and boxers to the side and then peeled off his jersey. Shane’s toned pecks and abs rippled as he knelt down behind the officer. 

“Oh, fuck me,” the officer moaned, as Shane slid his meat into his ass. Shane let a hand fly, and spanked the officer’s tight, black ass, as he pushed his cock in deeper. Within seconds Shane had his hands on the officer’s waist and was fucking him like a pro. Shane’s breathing started to pick-up as he slammed his cock into the officer’s ass. His balls slapped against his ass, harder and harder, as Shane picked up speed.

“Yeah, yeah,” the officer moaned. Sweat started forming on Shane’s forehead as his organ filled with cream. 

“Ah,” Shane moaned, as cum blasted out of his rocket, “Fuck yeah, oh Fuck!” Shane pumped the officer’s ass full of sperm, as two thick streams busted out of him, followed by half a dozen smaller bursts. 

“Fuck,” Shane moaned, as he pulled out of the officer. 

“Looks like I just missed the show,” a voice down the row said. Santa walked into the light. With his chest still heaving, Shane got a closer look at Santa, he definitely was an attractive, young male. 

“Sorry,” Shane responded, “I guess I was naughty.” Shane grabbed a shirt from one of the shelves and proceeded to wipe off the residue from the officer’s ass. Santa walked over and sat down in the chair, just a few feet away from Shane and the officer. The officer turned around, facing Santa, and sat down.

“How’s it going, Mike?” Santa asked the officer.

Mike smiled, “I had to keep him busy.” Santa smiled, and looked down over Mike’s still rock hard tool, covered in pre-cum.

“Son,” Santa scolded, looking at Shane, “that’s not a very nice way to leave someone.” Shane put the shirt back on the shelf and looked down at Mike.

“My bad,” Shane said with a smile, “I better be on my best behavior in front of Santa.” Shane got on all fours and rubbed his face into Mike’s crotch, then gulped down his tool inch by inch. Shane sucked his warm mouth up and down the officer’s shaft and head, as he moaned, wanting to cum. Shane looked up into the corner of his eye and noticed Santa fiddling with his outfit. Santa pulled down his red pants just enough to show his red silk boxers. Shane watched, as Santa pulled out his massive trouser snake. Shane deep throated Mike’s dick and watched as Santa jerked off his huge cock, it must have been around ten inches and pretty thick. Santa’s cut cock was rock hard, as he watched Mike’s face turn orgasmic. Mike’s cum sprayed out, coating Shane’s throat and mouth. Shane gulped down the semen as quick as he could, but couldn’t help gagging a little.

“You got a good mouth,” the officer said, pulling Shane’s mouth off his spent cock. The officer quickly stood up and grabbed his pants off the floor, getting back into uniform. Shane looked up at Santa as he swallowed the last of Mike’s salty load.

“Come and sit on Santa’s lap,” Santa coaxed. 

Shane was quick to shake his head, “No thanks, Santa, I think I’ve gotten enough presents for today.” Santa looked over to the officer, who was dusting off his pants. Mike walked over and pulled Shane off the floor. Mike pushed Shane towards Santa, as Santa reached out and grabbed him from behind.

“Hey,” Shane yelled, “It’s too big.” Santa pulled Shane down on his lap, so that Santa’s huge dragon was just an inch in front of Shane’s limp biscuit. Mike grabbed Shane’s legs and Santa pulled him up. There was nothing Shane could do as Santa lowered Shane’s ass down over his plump head.

“FUCK,” Shane yelled, echoing in the storage room. Santa pushed Shane down, as Mike let go of his legs. Shane braced one of his legs on the side of the chair, stopping his descent about half-way down Santa’s shaft. 

“Thank you, Mike,” Santa said, his hands, white gloves and all, on Shane’s hips. 

Mike nodded, “I have to get my rounds done.” With that, he hurried off into the darkness. Shane just sat there with a pained expression on his face. He tilted his body slightly to the left and was bracing his arm on the arm rest to try and keep his balance. Santa’s large cock towered up and then disappeared into Shane’s tight ass. 

“Fuuuck,” Shane whimpered as Santa pushed Shane’s bottom up and down his shaft. Shane closed his eyes and bit down on his lip as he pushed himself further down onto Santa. Even though it hurt like hell, there was a certain pleasure Shane got from it…a certain thrill. Santa rubbed Shane’s thighs as Shane took over, gliding down about six inches worth of Santa. 

“Let me suck it,” Shane moaned, as Santa loosened his grip. Shane moved off of Santa’s lap and knelt down in front of him. Shane’s hand tugged at Santa’s rudolf while he sent his tongue along Santa’s sack.

“Ohh,” Santa moaned, as his balls slipped into Shane’s soft mouth. Shane grabbed a hold of his own hardening fuck-pole as he tongued Santa. Shane didn’t waste anytime in gulping down Santa’s throbbing cock. 

“Fuck yeah,” Santa moaned. Shane tried desperately to deep throat his rocket, but could only gulp down seven inches of his thick meat. Santa didn’t seem to mind, as he threw his head back in deep moans. Shane slobbered on Santa’s shaft, allowing his lips to glide easily. 

Shane moved back from Santa and sat on the cold, bare floor. His smooth, toned body arched as he sat back against the solid shelving behind him. Shane spread his legs apart and, with all the confidence he could muster, egged, “Fuck me.”

Santa jumped down from his chair and worked his way in between Shane’s legs. “Fuck!” Shane yelled, as pain returned to his boy-band face. Santa didn’t waste anytime shoving his pole in and out of the eighteen-year-old’s tight ass. 

“Oh, Oh,” Shane moaned, as his back slammed against the metal behind him. His hard cock laid against his stomach, as Santa banged him. Santa’s battleship quickly slid in and out of the cute stud. Shane felt the soft velvet of Santa’s coat rub against his legs as Santa leaned in, pumping his thick meat. 

“Oh, fuck, I’m going to cum,” Santa moaned as he pulled out of Shane and began wanking. Shane pulled on his own hard-on as he watched Santa reach orgasm. 

“FUCK,” Santa yelled, as his load gushed out of him. His thick, warm cum sprayed over Shane’s chest and stomach. 

After taking a few minutes to recover, Santa got up, and put his suit back together. “Thanks,” Santa said, as he turned and walked off into the darkness.

Shane watched him leave and then turned his attention back to his own boner. Shane looked over the streams of cum running down his chest. His cock, still rock hard, laid against his stomach. Shane grabbed his cock and started working his fist up and down. Shane ran some of Santa’s juice over his shaft, to ease the friction. 

After jerking his tool for a minute, Shane’s licked his lips. With his free hand, he feed himself some of Santa’s salty giz. It didn’t take long for him to push out his second nut of the day. Shane’s cum oozed out of his head, onto his flat stomach.

Shane smiled as he got cleaned up. After all, Easter was only four months away…