Santa’s Dynamic Duo

I had come to look forward to playing Santa Claus for
the local shopping mall. But this year, unlike years past, I
would not be working alone. Mall management had hired a
couple of college kids to assist me as my elves, which was
fine by me because they were both eighteen or nineteen, and
damned good looking.

I could tell as I watched them change into their
costumes that they weren’t exactly thrilled about dressing up
in green tights and red tunics, but they looked great.
Really cute. I especially liked the way their tights clung
to their cock filled jocks. I had also noticed that my
elves had wondering eyes. They were far too busy admiring
one another’s limp tools and smooth, slender asses to notice
that they both gave Santa a right jolly old hardon.

It was Christmas Eve and the mall was closing early.
Exhausted, I went to change out of my costume, my loyal
helpers had preceded me by a minute or two. Upon entering
the dressing room I was stunned by the playful frolic of my
elves. They were both stark naked, each boasting a
magnificent erection. They were indeed a beautiful sight to
behold.

As I sat down and began to remove my boots they swiftly
approached me. “You know,” one said to the other, “we’ve not
yet sat on Santa’s knee and told him what we want for
Christmas.” Each of them straddled a knee rubbing the supple
cheeks of their adorable round fannies against the soft
velvet of my pants legs.

The elf on my right knee, whose name was Chad, said to
Paul, the elf on my left. “This isn’t fair. Everyone always
tells Santa what they want for Christmas, but nobody ever
asks Santa what he wants.”

Paul smiled mischievously and said. “That’s because
everybody knows what Santa wants.” They both nodded, stood
up, and bent over. Their weighty ball-sacs dangled down
between their sleek, firm thighs like prickly bundles of
mistletoe. Above the holiday cheer of their swaying
testicles the cracks of their butts fanned out to defuse the
mystery of what lay beyond. Nestled snugly in the elasticity
of their yawning clefts, highlighted by spiky tendrils of
masculine down, the radiance of their star-like puckers
glowed.

“Oh my goodness, guys, I don’t know what to say.” I was
indeed overwhelmed. Night after night I had dreamt of
having my way with them, but this was incredible.

“Don’t say anything,” said Chad, flexing his snug anal
orifice. “It’s okay, we want it too.”

“That’s right,” said Paul. “We want it real bad.” I had
no doubt of their sincerity. Their stiff, wagging cocks were
anointing the legs of my pants with shimmering tracks of
gooey pre-cum.

I reached out and took a pair of silken balls in each
hand, gently rolling their tender nuggets between fingers and
thumbs. The heat of their passion was evident as it radiated
from their swollen, sperm filled pods to the tips of my
groping digits. There was an unmistakable fire raging within
these delightfully submissive young men. A fire that I
myself had felt each time I’d watched them change into their
elf costumes. A fire that I felt again, now.

Again Chad mesmerized me by working the lips of his
tight, pink pucker. I leaned forward, drawn to the ruttish
flexing. From the midst of my snowy-white beard a hot, red
appendage emerged, wet with drool, and starving with
curiosity. The muscles in Chad’s thighs tensed as my face
came nearer. He shivered as I exhaled, bathing his buttocks
with the divine warmth of my steamy breath. The tip of my
tongue infiltrated the twitching breach of his pungent cavity
and he moaned softly.

“Ummm. That’s it. Eat me, Santa. Lick my butthole.”

Growing impatient for attention, Paul began to fidget.
“Don’t forget about me. My ass tastes just as good as his.”
I was of course compelled to discover for myself if his claim
was justified.

I immediately pulled my tongue out of the ass on my
right and plunged it deep into the ass on my left. There was
a subtle difference between the two, no doubt attributable to
some slight difference in body chemistries, but I found
Paul’s self assessment to be accurate. I would not have
taken pleasure in having to choose a favorite between them,
for it would have been an impossible choice. They each, in
their own uniqueness, tasted absolutely scrumptious.

The dynamic duo remained hunched over my knees with the
cheeks of their delicious, young asses spread wide. My jaws
were beginning to ache. My tongue had been reduced to an
exhausted slab of numb muscle. I was forty—two, and in great
shape. Their youth may have given them a slight edge, but I
could have easily held my own with either of them one on one,
but both of them together! Well, they were really putting my
middle-aged endurance to the test.

“Finger fuck me, Santa,” employed Chad.

“Oh yeah,” Paul chimed in. “Finger fuck us both.”

Twin rosebuds jerked and flexed as they were impaled by
fingers that twitched with elfin magic. In my groin my cock
ached for freedom. In my head my brain buzzed with an
exhilaration that could only be described as a form of erotic
intoxication. It was as if I had step outside myself and
stumbled into an incredibly realistic world of sexual
fantasy. But this was not a dream, or a hallucination. The
tight, young assholes passionately sucking my index fingers
were real, as indisputable as my frenzied state of arousal.

“I want to suck Santa’s cock,” said Chad.

“Me first!” Paul grumbled selfishly.

Like famished puppies at dinner time, each scrambling to
latch hold of the tit with the most milk, they dove between
my legs pawing and slapping at each other as they relieved me
of my pants.

Naked from the waist down, I sat with my legs spread
wide enough to accommodate both my greedy elves. The pixie
faced Chad sucked my right nut, as the more handsome Paul
sucked my left nut. “That’s it,” I sighed. “There’s enough
of Santa to go around.”

“I told you Santa had a big one,” said Paul, abandoning
my testicle for a lick of my nine inch erection. “And it
tastes really good, too.”

“Let me have some,” Chad demanded.

“Remember guys, Christmas is the time for sharing.
Don’t be stingy or you might wake up tomorrow morning to
empty stockings.” They sucked my thick, lumbering organ--
chewed, nibbled and licked it until I was trembling with
ecstasy.

In need of a brief reprieve to ward off ejaculating
prematurely, I suggested that they amuse themselves by
sucking each other while I watched. They were very receptive
to the idea. “You suck mine first,” said Chad.

Paul dropped to his knees, staring for a moment at the
stiff, six-inch tool bobbing before his face. He licked his
lips and devoured the swollen, helmet shaped crest. Chad
gasped with pleasure. “Umm, suck my dick.” Wet lips slid
down his slender shaft to embrace the root of his organ.
“That’s it. Oh hell yes, take it all.”

Indulging Chad’s needs only briefly, Paul stood up
grasping the steely harness of his own pulsating organ. “Now
you suck mine,” he said.

Without a moment of hesitation Chad descended. His task
was going to be a bit more challenging than Paul’s had been.
Because, even though Paul’s cock was not much longer than
his, it did possess a far greater girth, and had a slight
crook that caused his rigid shaft to curve upward. But Chad
swallowed the thick, bent ramrod with such ease I was certain
this was not the first time he’d had Paul’s scrumptious cock
in his mouth.

The longer I watched the hungrier I became. My mouth was
watering for some goodies, and I’m not talking about milk and
cookies. I pulled Paul around so I could sample his fat cock.
Still seething with Chad’s bubbly spit, I drew his roly-poly
knob into my mouth. At once my tongue hit upon the bitter
sweet flavor of cock slime. His pisshole was leaking like a
relief valve on an over heated radiator. The persistent
outflow of steamy dribble was absolutely delicious.

Determined not to be overlooked, Chad squeezed in along
side Paul insisting that I partake of his offering. He
needn’t have worried. I had every intention of sampling his
thin shafted, young fuck muscle as well.

Paul retreated, squatting down between my gaping legs,
putting a rubber over my wooden soldier. The vacancy in my
mouth was immediately filled with Chad’s twitching cock. His
dense, aromatic bush slammed against my lips as he thrust the
head of his organ all the way into my throat.

“You got it on yet?” Chad asked Paul. Paul leaned back
to reveal his handy work and we all stared down at the bright
green condom he had placed over my organ.

“Very festive, wouldn’t you say,” said Paul with a
giggle. “Santa’s cock looks like a fucking cucumber,” Chad
replied with equal amusement. “You should have used the red
one.”

“But you know green’s my favorite color,” said Paul.
“And besides, where it’s headed no one’s going to see it
anyway.”

Chad nodded stepping around my knee so that I could
continue sucking his delicious, impish organ while giving
Paul ample room to wiggle in close and lower his yawning ass
onto my southern pole.

The heat of Paul’s belaboring anal sphincter washed over
the flared rim of my bloated cockhead like molten lava over
the crest of a volcano. He trembled uncontrollably, then,
with a lustfully moan he descended, completely embedding my
organ in the twitching nerve center of his tight fuckhole.
The torrid walls of Paul’s silky rectum clasped my cock so
tightly it sent pulsating surges of divine pleasure through
my entire manhood.

When Chad’s stiff poker began to flex spastically I knew
his efforts to delay his pent up load from surging forth had
become a battle lost. He pulled his cock out of my mouth,
and with the look of a man possessed, jacked off, shooting
spiral ribbons of stringy jism across Paul’s smooth, rippling
back.

The sensation of hot, creamy spunk slithering down his
spine sent Paul into a ruttish frenzy. Resting his hands on
my thighs for support, he road my rigid shaft with the spirit
and vigor of a champion bronco buster. “Come here,” he said
to Chad, panting feverishly. Chad stood before him, his
withering cock still shimmering with spit and spent semen.
“Suck me,” Paul pleaded, squeezing a stream of translucent
pre-cum form his boiling pisshole.

Chad didn’t need to be asked twice. He immediately went
to work on Paul’s sappy knob. Soft, pink lips, glistening
wet with spit and cock ooze, skidded up and down Paul’s
slick, meaty cylinder. His head came back on my shoulder
and I kissed him deeply.

Paul’s breath shuddered as he exhaled. His entire body
became tense within the cuddling embrace of my arms. “Oh
God,” he moaned softly. “I’m gonna cum.”

Leaving behind a generous coating of saliva as a
lubricant, Chad pulled Paul’s lugging cock from his gullet.
With his left hand Chad yanked swiftly on the stiffness
that had reclaimed his own throbbing rod. With his right
hand clasped tightly around Paul’s joy-stick, he pulled and
squeezed until the chubby pecker yielded to his demands and
surrendered its gooey wad.

The flexing grip of Paul’s slimy butthole held my
entrenched cock hostage. Deep within my manhood a tidal wave
of semen began to ebbed and surged. Like a pump being
primed, the length of my pisstube began to convulse with the
magnificent splendor of orgasmic contractions. I held tightly
to Paul’s slender waist as a rush of spunk pooled in the thin
layer of latex that separated my lurching organ from the
gummy walls of his sweltering rectum.

When Paul’s cock had ceased its retching, Chad stood up,
jacking off as Paul’s spent load oozed down his velvety
torso. He stood stiffly, thigh muscles quivering, his
youthful face distorted with ecstasy as his creamy jism
splattered across Paul’s neck an shoulders.

Still disguised as the jolly old elf I had been
portraying for the last five weeks, I leaned back and sighed
heavily. Without saying a word we looked at one another and
smiled knowingly. Yes indeed, my elves had given this Santa
a Yuletide joy he will cherish for many Christmases to come.