Date: Wed, 16 Dec 2020 16:53:47 -0500 From: Nifty Writer Subject: An unexpected visit from Santa The usual disclaimers -- fictional story, fictional characters. Stay safe, and enjoy! Also, please consider donating to support this awesome archive of incredible stories to keep it going for our future generation at http://donate.nifty.org . An unexpected visit from Santa Growing up as the youngest of 3 kids, I loved Christmas. My older brothers and I had a tradition to sleep under the Christmas tree on Christmas Eve every year "waiting" for Santa to come down the chimney. While I later learned that Santa was only mom and dad, our Christmas Eve tradition has still continued, even though my brothers were older and in college. I'm still not sure how they managed to sneak by my brothers and me every year to lay out all our gifts, nor do any of us know where they kept all the presents hidden. I am a senior in high school. I'm your average looking twink. Super skinny, tall, blond, smooth, and I've been blessed with a rather large and thick piece of meat--perhaps defective given how much cum I produce every time I jerk off. I could easily fill a shot glass (and trust me, I've tried) with my baby juice. I've never been with a girl, and frankly was starting to question my sexuality. As a teenager, I've spent ample time browsing every corner of the internet for porn. While the hetero stuff got me hard, there was something peculiar about how man on man action made me feel. Just looking at a hot twink with a toned set of abs could get the pre-cum flowing. I was starting to think I was flat out gay, but I decided "labels" were only boundaries, and instead just kept my options open. Despite asking my parents for a new PS5 for Christmas, along with a host of other tangible and insignificant gifts, what I really wanted was clarity in my sexuality and to experience what it would be like to be intimate with someone else. We had the usual Christmas Eve rituals of big family dinner, followed by opening a single gift (the rest were brought overnight by "Santa"). Frankly, I was just glad to have my brothers home from college--they were my best friends, and it was hard to have both of them gone at once this year. We were only three years apart in age; no doubt my parents had their hands full when we were babies, but we grew up to be overall good kids, so they clearly did something right in raising us. My parents checked out around 10, and my brothers and I set up shop by the fireplace under the tree in our sleeping bags, catching a screening of one of the many showings of our favorite Christmas movie which was on repeat for 24 hours. We reminisced about old times, and by midnight, we were tired. They were soon both snoring. I, however, was on a mission this year to "catch" my parents in the act, but alas despite my efforts, I, too, succumbed to my dreary eyes. At around 2 am, I awoke to some noise. I sat up, looked around (no presents yet) and thought I heard noises coming from my parent's bedroom. Finally, I was going to figure out where they hid all our presents after all these years. I listened again, and the noise didn't come back. I guess I was just imagining things. Just as I laid back down and closed my eyes, I heard the noise again, but this time it sounded like it was coming from the chimney. I turned my head to look, and I saw the hottest man I had ever laid eyes on. I couldn't believe it. All the storybook lore, the Christmas songs bearing his namesake, the shopping mall stand-ins -- nobody got it right. Either some really hot guy just broke into my house and was about to rob us blind, or everyone was wrong about Santa. Santa had apparently just come down my chimney. He looked to be about 25 years old, perfectly sculpted, and downright beautiful. He was wearing tight jeans, a tight, long-sleeved red shirt, and a red and white baseball cap. He had blond scruff gracing his face, the most perfect dimpled cheeks, and a smile that could kill. He came bearing no gifts, but walked toward me, his eyes glistening and his smile noxious. "Hello there son. If you haven't already figured it out, I'm Santa Claus. And I'm here to give you your Christmas gift." I was still in shock. How had my brothers not woken up from his noise? I didn't care. I just wanted this so-called gift he had for me. He snapped his fingers, and my clothes disappeared. I was naked in all my glory, the lights of the Christmas tree highlighting my toned body and enlarging cock. A second snap of his fingers, and he was shirtless. The sight of his perfectly sculpted chest was enough to bring my dick to full mast. He had a neatly groomed blonde treasure trail, which no doubt was leading the path to his jolly cock. Above his jean's waistband, I could tell he was wearing a tight fitting pair of red Abercrombie boxer briefs. He grabbed my hand and laid me back down. He snapped his fingers once more to reveal his fully naked body. His cock was a solid 9 inches, and meticulously circumcised. It was a beautiful thing to see. He guided my head down to his throbbing dick, and instinctively, I took it in my mouth and started to bob up and down. He began to moan in delight. "A natural," he whispered. By this point, my dick was entirely saturated with precum. "I wouldn't want to waste any of that virgin boy joice, son." And with that, he flipped around into a 69 position and started sucking me off. I was in heaven. If they gave out gold medals for jerking off, I'd have won dozens by now, but the feeling of Santa's mouth on my dick was almost too much to handle, way better than anything I could ever do to myself. It didn't take long for me to start to feel that familiar pre-orgasm tingle, and within seconds, I was spewing juice down Santa's throat. Simultaneously, he spewed down my throat. Now, I have tasted my own cum before, and while I've grown to like it, I can't say it is the world's tastiest liquid. Santa's though--oh boy--it tasted like a melted peppermint candy cane. I couldn't get enough. If everyone's cum tasted like that, then candy stores would go out of business! I was still rock hard, despite having just emptied a week's worth of cum down Santa's mouth. He was, too, and took full advantage of the situation. My brothers were still fast asleep--as if he placed a sleeping spell or something over them to keep them from waking up--and Santa began to shift his mouth action to my tight virgin hole. He tongue fucked my rose bud, which felt better than I could have imagined, and then started to insert one, then two, then three fingers into my hole. It took some getting used to, but with all of Santa's spit for lube, it felt amazing. I could tell his spit was minty as well, given the fresh and tingly feeling I was having down there. It was fucking perfect. After a few minutes of prepping my hole, I knew what was about to happen. He nestled beside me inside my sleeping bag. I could feel his big dick pressing up against my hole, and slowly but surely he pushed it in. It took my breath away at first, but after letting it settle inside for a minute or so, he picked up a rhythmic thrust, and the initial burn turned to an intense feeling inside. He was hitting my prostate in just the right way, while at the same time reaching around me and jerking my slippery cock, moistened thoroughly with my precum. I couldn't believe that Santa Claus was robbing me of my virginity. I was loving every second. The faster his rhythm became, the closer I came to exploding. It wasn't long before he whispered into my ear that he was about to give me the ultimate gift--Santa's cum, inside my hole. That was enough to take me over the edge. I spewed my second load of the night, and it got all over my sleeping bag. I felt him make one final thrust, and could sense his candy cane cock expelling streams of cum into my no-longer virgin hole. "Merry Christmas, son," he said. "This was all because you were such a good boy this year." And with that he disappeared. I don't remember what exactly happened next, except that I woke up with my clothes on, and they were saturated in cum. "Fuck," I thought, realizing I had just had the most amazing dream ever. And, what a dream I had (I was shocked at the same time, as I hadn't had a "wet dream" in many years). If only it were real... There were piles of presents all around. My parents must have snuck in after I fell asleep to deposit all the presents, as they have successfully done for many years in the running. My brothers woke up and immediately started rummaging through the piles. I was excited, too, but had to somehow discreetly change my cum-soaked clothes before I got out of the sleeping bag. I told them I just had to take a leak and waited for them to be preoccupied with guessing what each wrapped box contained before I got up to run to the bathroom. When I turned on the light and looked down at the mess my wet dream created, I realized something was off. I didn't own a pair of red Abercrombie boxer briefs. Frankly, I had no Abercrombie briefs, but yet I was wearing a pair. I realized at that moment that it wasn't a dream. Santa was real. And he was fucking hot. Merry Christmas to everyone! I hope you all enjoyed this quick story. If you liked this story, feel free to check out my other work-in-progress, Max's Grindr Journey (https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/maxs-grindr-journey/). I welcome all feedback at niftywriter2002@gmail.com