Date: Tue, 21 Nov 2023 01:48:33 +0000 From: M. B. Subject: Santa and His Young Helpers "Santa and His Young Helpers" ====== Gah... I hoped my heart could handle more of this illicit act between a sixty-plus man and three underage boys, all of us naked. My heart raced faster than I'd prepared for, forcing me to calm myself and simply enjoy this rare, special moment that took place in what my neighbors called Santa's Workshop—a big bungalow in American suburbia just outside the city. It was the first time today of hopefully many more to come. Most people would say I was cursed with a small cock that wasn't thick by any means, even though it was just below average—hardly uncommon. Me, however? I'd say I was blessed. Otherwise, this nine-year-old kid in front of me wouldn't have been able to take me, even with all the prep I didn't know about. His name was Ty, short for Tyrone, and he was a scrawny Black boy with a pronounced bubble butt, as if physically designed for horny old men to enjoy. He lived down the street, adopted by a White family of faith. He was too handsome and adorable not to feel weak around, and given that the holiday season was here, his generous parents trusted me because he still believed I was Santa Claus. To be fair, I sure looked like Santa with my curly, gray beard and gray curls all over my head, but my fat dad bod was naturally smooth. Why not dress the part on a daily basis? It was my side job, after all, and I didn't have to share my real name with children—simply Santa. Slowly, I thrust inside Ty's warm, tight butthole, nice and deep. His young anal walls squeezed my thin shaft, making it too easy for me to finish sooner than I wanted. My large hands gripped his little waist while I admired his dark and smooth skin. Living in a white-bread suburb my whole life, he was quite the rare treat for me. Ty's tween foster brother, Reed, who claimed he was too "manly" to take it up the butt, took me from behind instead. He was a thin, green-eyed ginger with feathered curls and a dusting of freckles on his pasty face, and already known to have melted plenty of girls' hearts at his middle school. He was big enough down there to show promise, looking like it would grow much bigger than mine soon enough. Meanwhile, his Latino buddy, Pito, shoved his long, fat, and uncut brown cock into my aged mouth with a confident smirk, never too shy to show any dominance. He was a young teen who had moved here from the city, having just started high school and had gotten to know Reed as next-door neighbors. What an ass on him, smooth and bubbled from what I remembered seeing briefly when he'd gotten naked. Sadly, I couldn't try it out because he also insisted he was too manly for that. At the very least, I could try to convince him to let me rim him by telling him it was a sign of "worshiping" his "dominant existence", but only time would tell. I'd even rim Reed's pasty, little bubble butt if he let me. Ah, well. I couldn't complain. What were the odds of a fat grandpa type getting this lucky with not one, not two, but three boys, and who came in three different colors. In other words, an old Santa and his young helpers. Thank goodness I'd regularly used dildos for many years, always afraid to give it up to a fellow man who was likely bigger. Reed was the lucky one to take my anal virginity, after flipping a coin with Pito, not that Reed was able to grasp the concept, given his young age of just twelve and his natural lack of sexual wisdom. As long as his body felt good, that was all that mattered. Gah... Ty sure knew how to take it after having prepped for a while. Honestly, I couldn't begin to guess how that had had happened at such a young age, and I didn't ask. It was enough that this hot man-boy experience was happening. Why push it? "Ngh...yeah, keep sucking my big illegal dick, old perv," Pito huffed in an urban accent. His deepish voice had a mixture of guy and boy, cracking here and there. At fourteen, puberty wasn't quite over for him just yet, despite his being tall and toned. What a little hottie who was on the basketball team, young and smooth, with dark hair in a military cut and dark eyes that had owned me at first sight. He knew it, too, never failing to bring out my submissive side with every command. I sucked and slurped, providing Pito the kind of real pleasure that he'd admitted no girl had ever been able to achieve. According to him, he wasn't gay; I was just a hole for him to use for experience. That was okay. I was ready for his boy nectar to flood my throat and go down my big belly with swimmers of his own. "Keep fucking that old, wrinkly ass like you own it," Pito ordered Reed, sounding both turned on and amused. "Remember, Santa promised an Xbox for me, a Playstation for you, and a Switch OLED for your little bro, with many games for each of us. Because we've been nice all year. Right, Santa? "Mmhmm," I mumbled with a greedy mouthful of teen cock. The promise was still true; I'd never break it. Ah, well. I had no regrets, and my wallet would never scream about it during my wealthy career retirement. Besides, I wasn't gullible enough to think these boys wouldn't want something in return, even if they enjoyed themselves, regardless. If buying their silence got me what I wanted, then we were all happy. A win-win, I'd say. Silent, Reed took me in a fast pace while clinging onto my back, practically mounting me like a horny puppy whose only focus was to feel and get off. He breathed hard, hinting at being close to his release. Meanwhile, Ty had been quiet the whole time, save for the tiniest of grunts from taking it up the butt. He moved with the occasional twerk that he couldn't possibly have learned on his own. He'd clearly been taught well, despite exuding a natural innocence that stole my heart. Truthfully, as handsome as all three boys were, Ty won me over for simply being young enough to capture my heart the most. He was sweet and loving, and he deserved more of my money than these two brats here. Nevertheless, I enjoyed all three boys, and I'd still welcome them into my home anytime they wanted. After all, I was Santa Claus, with the gift that kept on giving. Gah, I couldn't hold it any longer; I needed to come already. Trying not to tighten my grip on Ty's waist, since I didn't want to hurt the poor kid, I stared at his small, round buns that barely jiggled with every deep thrust I gave him. His dark skin tone against my light one resembled a yummier version of Hershey's Hugs. Reed's smooth, thin body shook against my big one, and he let out a few gasps that were both adorable and sexy. Now, it was my turn to come. I groaned as everything I had gushed out of me and into Ty's still-tight butthole, filling his young anal walls with my old sperm. Gah... What a glorious feeling that I'd never forget, the best gift of all time. "Take my nut, old perv," Pito said through clenched teeth. He threw his head back and let out the sexist moan a masculine teen boy could make, an illicit sound that an adult was never supposed to hear, much less be responsible for the pleasurable trigger. As his smooth, athletically sexy body shook, he gifted me his delicious boy nectar, which tasted as sweet as I'd hoped because of all the candy and cookies he most likely ate. Ty's body didn't shake, and I assumed it was because he was too young to have an orgasm from getting penetrated. One day, I'd take my time with him, just the two of us, and have him experience it through foreplay, if he hadn't already. Humping tended to work better for little boys. Well, that or my warm mouth on his impressive cocklet for his age—he'd be big down there soon enough. In fact, all three boys would surpass me in size, with just Pito already having done so. I pulled out of Ty's used butthole that had a promising gape, and with a smile on my face, I watched the three of them getting dressed. Then, I got dressed myself, back in my Santa suit for Ty's immersion, only to have to take it off after the boys left. Pito came up to me with a confident smirk and leaned toward my ear. "You're gonna get me what I want whenever I want it. My Christmas list this year is long, old perv." I just shrugged with a warm smile, melting from his young dominance. "Whatever you want, you got it, and I get to have you in return." "No, you get to have me, not the other way around. Don't forget your place. My silence ain't free, old perv." "Yes, Pito. Whatever you say." 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