Date: Sat, 23 Dec 2006 10:07:37 -0800 (PST) From: Bill Thomas Subject: Here Comes Santa Don't read this if you are not supposed to, etc! I was driving home to Boston on the night before Christmas after spending the day and early evening with my 12 year old son. His mother and I had a friendly divorce two years ago and she had recently remarried and moved to Waterville, Maine where her new husband and former professor. John had taken a position at Colby College. Kate and I had married very young. We both had finished our educations and, as we grew up, found that we were only friends and not lovers. Our son was the best thing that happened to the two of us. I have to admit, I had not moved on to another relationship; I was a bit gun shy. I was not looking forward to Christmas. My parents and family, or what was left of it, were in Florida and we were not close anyway. I would be alone as I was too private and too proud to admit to friends and co-workers at the engineering firm where I worked that I was by myself. I stopped at the McDonalds in Freeport about 10:20 pm. A need for Coffee and the men's room were calling me. The place was just about deserted with only a skeleton crew at the counter. I entered the men's room and heard, rather than saw a quick movement at the urinals. A big Sanata stood at one urinal with his pants down around his wide hips and a slim young guy in an elf's suit, probably a college student, stood at the sink. The kid's face was bright red. His clothes were disheveled I noticed. I'm not gay and I'm not bi-sexual either; or so I thought. I guessed that I had broken up a rendevois, a quickie. I have no hang-ups that I'm aware of. If you were to have asked that night what my sexual orientation was, the answer woulod have been "No Sex." My own face blushing, I smiled at Santa and mumbeled, "Sorry, I'll be gone in just a minute." Santa gave me a huge smile and laughed saying that they were finished. He continued to stand next to me and watched as I opened my fly and took out my cock. I looked him over. he stood over 6' tall and probably weighed about 200-210 lbs. His beard was white and it was real; his eyes were blue. He lookied like a wonderful Santa ought to look, except that he was reasonably fit. The pillow belly was resting in the crotch of the suit pants which remained down around his knees. I guessed he was about 50. I was semi-hard as the need to piss had caused me to fill. I am not a shy guy so I just let it go. I'm about 7.5 inches in length or I was when last I measured it. It's uncut, loose skin, mushroom head and I think, a bit on the thick side, Not being a cock conisseur, I can't tell you that I am "hung." I'm 32 now and that would have been about 16 years ago. I noticed Santa's hand begin to pull on his own fat prick. Time, place, need - I'm not sure, but I was getting turned on. I began to match him stroke for stroke. We both turned as Elf boy lexited the men's room. He did not say anything but he pushed the lock button in as he closed the door. Santa said softly, "May I?" and reached his hand for my cock. Startled, I pulled away quickly. "I'm sorry." I guess I misunderstood." he said rather sadly. "No, it's just that I've never..." I cut off my answer. I turned back towards him and my now very hard cock pushed into his palm. His big hand closed around me and he gently began stroking. I gasped and used one hand against the wall to steady myself. "Are you really a virgin as far as man sex is concerned?" Santa asked. I nodded and blushed even more brightly. "Want to come home with me?" It was my turn to nod yes. "Let's go." I followed him out to the parking lot where he went towards a big red double cab Dodge truck. It fit him I thought. He told me to follow and I did just that. After about 20 minutes we were at a water-front converted cottage on a point of land just outside of Brunswick. It looked, in the dark, to be large and well designed. Pulling into the now open garage, Santa pointed to the empty spot beside his truck and the door began to close behind me immediately. I felt almost a trapped sensation but looking at Santa's big smile through my car window, I relaxed a bit. Even before we went into the house, He gave me a huge bear hug. Human contact, other than a quick good-bye hug from my son, had been missing from my life. I held on for several moments and that was fine with Santa. "Come inside now," and taking my hand he led me directly to his bedroom on the second floor. The drapes were open and the moonlight on the water, not more that 150 feet away was breathtaking. I stood facing the windows not moving. Santa came up behind me and his arms circled my body and he hugged me to him. being 5'8", the back of my head rested on the fur trimming of his jacket. His hands began slowly stroking my body and I grew hard immediately. "Nice." was all he said as his hand closed on my cock. I leaked pre-cum through my pants and he took his fingers away and I watched the reflection in the window as he stuck a finger into his mouth and smiled. Santa began to undress me and I stood quietly and let him do as he wished. Once I was naked, he undressed himself. I still faced the window; hoping that there was nobody out in his backyard. I watched him as he removed his clothes. he was a polar bear I thought. Once again he pulled me back to him and his very hairy chest felt good against my bare skin. His mouth closed on my ear and he began softly pulling the lobe with his lips. In just moments I was gasping and I turned my head just enough to say something and I found his tongue against my own lips. I resisted for a brief moment and then let him in. I think it's the most erotic kiss I have ever had. After several moments, of being face to face, chest to chest and cock to cock, Santa knelt and took me into his mouth. In what seemed to be just seconds. I was shooting streams of cum into his mouth. It trickled out onto his mustache and beard. I could not stand for him to move his tongue and pulled my now soft cock from him. I sagged against him and he stood and held me tightly against him as I shuddered. Once again, he kissed me and once again, I hesitated for just a single moment and then I pushed my own tongue half way down his throat. In moments we were stretched out on his soft bed. How that happened, I can not tell you. The rest of that night flew by. I think we slept, made love, and slept again. As Santa did things to me, I tried to do them back to him as well. The first time I brought him off, after a moment or two, he began singing, "Here Comes Santa Claus." It's stimm my favorite song. He laughed at one point when I had my legs up over my head. "Not yet, son, not yet." he said softly. I'll tell you when you are ready for that. Now, lie down and let me take you inside of me again. I did as I was told and soon Santa was shooting ribbon candy cum all over my face and chest. Licking it off of me, he kissed me again and again and I met each with eagerness and anticipation. It was several weeks before I had him inside of me and it was a magnificent experience. That beautiful morning we shared life stories. Santa was a research scientist and the best part was that he lived in Boston too. He made an offer I could not refuse; he asked if I would stay with him in Maine for a few days. I did and Christopher and I have been together now for more than 10 years. Each and every day is as good as that very first Christmas Eve. That was indeed, a very Merry Christmas.