Kiss My Ass, Santa
Chapter Three
Fucked by Santa
Peter and Kyle quickly pulled Santa’s boots off, and began kissing Santa’s feet as he’d instructed.
“Enough,” Santa said, lifting Kyle up then Peter.
He positioned Peter so that he was bent over the couch and then lifted his ass in the air. Then he gave it a quick slap with his bare hand before positioning Kyle behind him.
“Kyle, you concentrate on eating my ass while I focus on your naughty friend.”
“Yes, Sir,” Kyle said.
Crouching down behind Santa, Kyle began kissing his full round ass. He then used his tongue to trace along Santa’s crack before spreading his ass with his hands. Inhaling deeply he smelled peppermint again and began frantically licking Santa’s ass making his way to his pink hole which he began to chew on hungrily.
“That’s a good boy, Kyle, keep at it. I think Peter is still too defiant.” He smacked Peter’s ass hard. “I don’t hear you boy.”
“Sorry, Sir,” Peter said, feeling another hard slap from Santa. He groaned as he felt one smack after another and another.
“Are you sorry for being a bad boy, Peter?”
“Yes, Sir.” Peter was surprised to feel a tear roll from his eye. He’d just realized something. “I really am sorry, Santa. It wasn’t your fault. Even though I blamed you, it wasn’t you that made my mom leave or my dad become a drunk.” He cried and then felt something different.
The slaps were replaced with the feel of a soft beard across his ass, then soft kisses. He felt Santa gently sucking on his ass cheeks and then his strong hands spreading them apart. Peter’s tears were replaced by his groans of pleasure as Santa’s wet tongue slid up and down the crack of his ass and then darted around his asshole.
“Do you like that, boy?”
“Yes, Sir!”
“Do you want me to continue?”
“Yes, please, Santa, Sir.”
Santa spread Peter’s ass wider and then began to fuck his ass with his tongue. Peter groaned loudly.
“Oh, Santa! Santa, fuck me, please, Santa,” Peter said.
“Turn around so I can see your face while I’m fucking you,” Santa said. “Kyle get on the couch so you and Peter can sixty-nine while I’m fucking him.”
“Yes, Sir,” Kyle said. He got on top of Kyle so that his face was right above his friend’s erect and dripping cock.
Santa lifted Peter’s ass higher in the air, then spit on his cock and slowly began to enter him.
As Santa’s cock entered him, Peter began groaning even louder than before.
“You should be sucking Kyle’s cock, noisy boy,” Santa said.
“Yes, Sir!” Peter said as he began licking around Peter’s cock, licking precum from its head. Between Santa’s cock entering his ass and Kyle sucking on his cock, he felt like this was the best Christmas ever.
“I can’t hold back anymore,” Kyle said. “I’m close, please Santa, can I cum?”
“Me too,” Peter said. “Please, Santa.”
“In the spirit of Christmas you may blow each others horns to completion,’ Santa said.
Kyle groaned loudly as he shot load after load of thick cum into Peter’s mouth. Then it was Peter’s turn to do the same.
“Kyle sit on Peter’s face so he can eat your ass out in preparation for me to fuck you. And face me so you can play with my nipples till I come in this boy.”
“Yes, Sir,” Kyle said. He slowly maneuvered his ass over Peter’s face while Santa leaned over him so that his nipples were in reach.
Kyle tugged at Santa’s thick nipples while Peter licked his hole.
“Pull them harder, boy, I’m almost there!” Santa said, as he began thrusting harder and harder into Peter’s ass.
Peter could hear Santa’s groans getting louder and it was turning him on. He tried to match him in thrusting; trying to slam his ass onto Santa’s cock. Then he heard Santa almost yell a final groan before his ass was being filled with a steady stream of the jolly man’s cum.
“Next!” Santa said. “Get behind me, Peter and tug on my nips from behind.”
“Yes, Sir,” Peter said, getting up from the couch and walking to Santa. He reached around him from behind and began tugging on his nipples. “Very nice, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
Kyle was on his back on the couch and Santa had begun to enter him. He groaned, and Santa bent over and kissed him on the mouth.
Santa straightened back up and began fucking Kyle. “Peter, fuck me, Peter.”
“What?” Peter said, in shock.
“It’s my Christmas gift to you, boy, so you finally feel that Santa cares. Now do it!”
“Yes, Sir.”
Peter was surprised at how quickly his erection had returned and he slowly spread Santa’s ass.
“Hard and fast, Peter. I’ve got a few gifts left to deliver.”
Heeding his command, Peter quickly entered Santa and began fucking him “hard and fast.” He was encouraged by Santa’s loud groans of pleasure.
“Let’s cum together, Peter,” Santa said. “Keep pace with me, boy!”
Peter tried his best to keep pace with Santa. There was no slow and easy going, they were moving hard and fast in unison. Santa fucked Kyle as Peter fucked him. Three groans later it was over. Santa separated himself from Kyle and Peter and began getting dressed.
“Go shower Kyle, and make it quick,” Santa said
“Yes, Sir,” Kyle said, then he went into the bathroom.
Santa had quickly dressed and was looking at a still naked Peter.
Peter looked at Santa through new eyes. He was about to say something when Santa kissed him and held him tight. To his surprise, Peter was hugging him back tightly.
“Ho, ho, ho,” Santa said. “You’re a naughty boy no more. Go join Kyle in the shower.
“Yes, Sir,” Peter said.
Kyle and Peter took quick silent showers and went back into the livingroom where Santa was waiting with gifts. When they each took one and opened it they found what looked like elf costumes consisting of thin red tights, green shirts, and red fur-trimmed hats.
“Put them on, my good boys, it’s time to go.”
“Where, Sir?” Kyle said.
“Why to the North Pole of course. The two of you together will find a new home with us.”
“Can I make one quick stop, please, Santa, Sir?” Peter said.
“Wait. Are we really going, Peter?” Kyle said.
“What else have I got here? All I’ve ever wanted was you, Kyle, and I have no other family.”
“My mom and sister, don’t need me anymore,” Kyle said. “And you’re all I ever wanted too, let’s go!”
Santa led Kyle to the fireplace and gave him a shove which sent him up the chimney and straight to the rooftop where a sleigh and reindeer waited. After Peter took a pen and thin plastic covered booklet from the table, Santa did the same with him. Once the three were seated on the sleigh he put a blanket over all of them.
“Won’t people see us,” Kyle said.
“No, because most no longer believe. Besides my sleigh had a cloaking device long before Star Trek came up with the idea.”
The boys were filled with glee as they flew by Santa’s side and helped him deliver the last of his gifts. But there was one last stop that they helped Peter make. They were right where he’d last seen them; the Santa and his helper. Peter filled out his check writing in an amount reflecting all that he had, then dropped it in the helper’s can and wished them a Merry Christmas one and all.
As the Santa and his helper stared at the check in disbelief they swore that in the background they could hear the sounds of a sleigh and a jolly man speaking loudly.
“Ho, ho, ho, Merry Christmas!”
To be continued
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