Date: Wed, 26 Dec 2018 17:25:36 +0000
From: Jordan Tales <Jordanstales@hotmail.com>
Subject: Emptying Santa's Sack

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All the usual warnings apply. This story will contain sex between males and
will include a few kinks and fetishes. If any of that offends you, or you
shouldn't be reading about them because of your age, then you really should
stop here.

If you're still there then please note that all of these events are
fictitious and any resemblance to real life is entirely coincidental. All
of the roles in this story are played by experienced actors over the age of
18 so, please, only try what you read about here if you know what you're
getting yourself into.

This story is a one-off given that it's seasonal


~~~~~~~~~~ Emptying Santa's Sack ~~~~~~~~~~

It was 2am on Christmas morning and Miles had been snuggled up in his bed
for several hours at this point. Being 16, he didn't get as excited about
Christmas quite in the way that he used to. In his younger years, he'd have
stayed awake all night, simply because he just wouldn't have been able to
sleep but, now, he dropped off without any real problems.

It'd been a big year for Miles. He'd grown and was now no longer the
shortest boy in his year and he'd finally managed to get that blond mop
that he called hair under control. He was starting to mature into a very
attractive young man but that still hadn't helped him find a boyfriend. In
fairness, until a few months ago, he hadn't been out to anyone and that
definitely hadn't helped his chances in securing someone to date or even
someone to kiss for the first time. Bravely, he'd taken the discussion to
share his sexuality with his friends and his family: they all took it well
and were very supportive of him. However, he'd still not even had the
chance to kiss another guy let alone do anything more sexual with him.

That was a problem for Miles and it was only growing more and more with
time. You see, Miles was a very kinky boy. He'd been watching various
different types of porn for a while now and he'd discovered a range of
things that he was desperate to try: domination, foot worship,
choking... hell the list was growing by the day! He spent hours wanking his
twink cock over the dirtiest fantasies and nastiest scenes he could find
but that all just seemed to make him want it even more. In fact, Miles was
in the middle of a sex dream when the sound of movement in the house woke
him up.

His eyes darted open and, for a second, he wasn't sure whether he'd
actually heard anything or not. His heart was pounding in his chest and he
decided that he needed to know whether he'd just been imagining things if
he was ever going to get back to sleep. He wasn't going to dress: his
parents were asleep in the room down the corridor and he wasn't going to
wake them up just because he'd potentially imagined a noise. In fairness,
in his sleepy little village in the middle of the English countryside,
there weren't many instances of home invasion so he didn't want to create a
panic on Christmas. Instead, he rose from his bed, his soft bare feet
hitting the carpeted floor, and walked naked onto the landing and to the
start of the stairs. As he walked down them, Miles slowed his foot fall and
didn't make a single sound. There were no other noises in the house so, at
this point, the teenage boy was pretty sure that he was being
silly. However, the sight that greeted him when he got to the living room
was one he had never expected to see and one that he would never forget.

The lights came on as soon as he opened the door, which was unusual as they
weren't automatic lights. Everything was exactly how the family had left
it: the Christmas tree over by the window was still beautifully decorated;
the stockings were still hanging neatly by the fire and everything was tidy
and neat. There was one difference though: one huge difference. There, in
his dad's chair, a man was sitting. He looked to be in his mid-40s and had
a brown beard that had started to turn a greyish white. His hair was
similar and was sticking out from beneath the bright red hat he was
wearing. He was dressed almost entirely in that colour: a red jacket with
white fur trim along with red trousers with white cuffs. His boots and belt
stood out as they were the only things in black. If Miles hadn't known
better, he'd have sworn that the man in front of him was Santa Claus but he
knew that those children's stories weren't real. Still, this man bore a
striking resemblance albeit it younger than the stories and with far more
muscle than the fat jolly man was supposed to have.

For a second, the boy froze with his eyes locked on the stranger in his
dad's chair. They stayed that way, Miles forgetting for a moment that he
was completely naked, until the man spoke in a deep and powerful tone:
"Merry Christmas Miles."  "How do you know my name?" Miles' voice was
shaky.  The man looked puzzled and his brow crinkled slightly: "Why
wouldn't I know your name Miles Alex Stephenson? I know the name of all of
the good boys... and the naughty ones too."  There were literally dozens of
things that Miles could have said - why are you in my house? Who are you?
What do you want? - but all he could think to say was: "You're not Santa."
The man in his dad's chair chuckled with a deep laugh. He looked at Miles,
stood naked in front of him, and asked: "Am I not? I've always thought I
was Santa."  "But Santa isn't real," Mile sounded almost childlike in his
insistence, after all, the evidence was here in front of him.  "If I wasn't
Santa than how would I know what you wanted for Christmas?"  The man in red
proceeded to list off everything that Miles had asked the members of his
family for as gifts and also added in a few that were unknown to Miles but
definitely things that he actually wanted. However, Santa wasn't done once
he'd finished the list: "What's more, I know what you truly want. That
thing that you've been wishing for all year and haven't found. That thing
that you can't put on any Christmas list or buy in any shops."  Mile's
little voice stuck in his throat but he managed to croak out a whisper:
"What... what do I want?"  "You want Santa to use you like the slut that
you are."

The words hung in the air, the tension growing. Miles knew that he was
right. What's more, this proved it. The man dressed in red, sat in his
dad's chair, was the real Santa Claus and, as such, knew exactly what was
in Miles' heart. As if reading the young boy's mind, the man spoke: "Yes,
I'm real and you have been such a good boy this year that I've come to make
everything you wish for come true. Now come here."

Santa's voice was calm and low; it began to soothe Miles and the initial
fear that he'd been feeling started to evaporate. He was attracted to the
man in front of him - of that there was no doubt - in fact, he had
discovered a bit of a preference for the older guy during his exploration
of porn on the internet. Of course, he'd never imagined that he'd be face
to face with a legend like Santa, never mind about to be used by the
stud. Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward.

When the young boy was in front of the chair, Santa told him to stop: "You
need to undress me. Get down onto your knees as you'll start with my
boots." Once down in front of the impressive man, Mile's hands glided over
the leather boots, carefully unbuckling them and, once ready, he slowly
pulled both of them off in one steady moment. That was when his eyes really
grew wide. Santa hadn't been wearing socks and there were now a pair of
meaty looking size 12s in front of him. The kinky virgin had been obsessed
with feet for a long time - from watching them in porn videos to stealing
glances of his friends' feet when they changed for PE - and he was
instantly drawn towards them.  "Go on," Santa's voice urged him, "Take care
of my soles. They are tired and need a boy like you to look after them."

Miles didn't need telling twice and, despite his inexperience, he didn't
hesitate. Within seconds, he had his hands slowly massaging Santa's big
sweaty soles. They were so huge that he could only manage one at a
time. His fingers alternated between darting over them and really digging
in. It was obviously working as Santa was starting to groan in a low tone
from his seat and the kinky boy was starting to chub up himself. Touching
his big feet was amazing but it wasn't enough for Miles: he needed to taste
them. Choosing the right foot, he lifted it up by the ankle and brought his
face towards it. The smell hit first: manly and sweaty. Santa was right:
he'd obviously been working hard and the scent that that had created from
his feet was causing Mile's twink cock to rise to full mast.

As he neared the wide sole in front of his face, Mile's automatically stuck
out his tongue. He hadn't intended to but, in the moment, he knew it was
the right thing to do. That first content between Santa's soft sweaty soles
and Mile's tongue was intense - it was like he was tasting real man for the
first time and fireworks were going off in his head. His teen cock was
throbbing between his legs and he was in real danger of shooting his load
there and then.

Suddenly, as if knowing that it was getting too much for the inexperienced
boy, Santa pulled away his foot from Mile's grip. "That's enough of that
now," Miles' face fell until the stud continued, "There are other things
that need your tongue." Santa raised his large right hand and clicked. As
if by magic, his fire-red trousers vanished, leaving him naked from the
waist down. Miles just stared, drinking in the sight. Santa's strong and
muscly legs were thick with dark hair. It got thicker as it moved into
towards his balls. The stories don't lie: Santa really does have a very
big, very heavy and, in this case, very hairy sack. His balls were huge and
hung down between his legs. His pubic hair was neat but not overly trimmed,
completing his manly look. The most amazing part, however, was Santa's
cock. Santa's eight and half solid inches of prime uncut meat. It was thick
with big powerful veins running through it. It was a man's cock - a real
man's cock.

Saliva was forming on Miles' tongue. He wanted this so badly that he
couldn't wait for permission from Santa. He ran his hands through the thick
fur on the man's inner thighs as he approached his goal. The hairy man
moaned as he felt the boy's hot breath against his rock-hard cock and big
low-hanging balls. "Lick my balls," he groaned out and Miles was all too
happy to comply. He forced his face, aided by Santa's big hand on the back
of his head, into the man's ball sack. The scent was driving the boy crazy
- it was like all the manliest smells in the world packed into this one
irresistible guy. His tongue pushed through the hair and lapped at the
man's heavy balls. Mile's wrapped his lips around one of them and tried to
take it into his mouth. He started to suck and it was only seconds before
Santa has to push him off, the pleasure getting too much for him. "Get on
my dick now Miles."  "Yes Santa," the boy replied. This was going to be his
first taste of cock - something he'd been dreaming out for a long time -
and it was going to be Santa's huge manly uncut cock too. It couldn't have
been more perfect!

Miles could feel the head of Santa's cock throb as he touched it with his
lips. It was an interesting sensation and one he definitely wanted more
of. Using his hands, he pulled down the man's foreskin causing Santa to
groan loudly. "Come on Miles, don't tease me." Parting his lips as far as
they could go, he pushed down over the head until it was entirely inside of
his mouth. The throbbing continued against his tongue as he used it to
explore Santa's thick mushroom head. Precum was oozing out of the end of
the man's cock and steaming over the virgin boy's tongue. There was so much
of it that Miles thought he might have caused Santa to spunk already but
that was just the way the man was. The boy savoured the taste and then
started to push down further.

Until now, Santa has allowed Miles to take the lead. He'd commanded the boy
but not taken a real control but this needed to change now. With one huge
hand on either side of Miles' head, Santa forced the boy down. Miles
gagged, as the dominant man had expected him to do, but to his credit, he
didn't try to pull off. He just gave in as Santa forced inch after inch of
his thick meaty cock into the young boy's throat. Miles could feel his
throat having to expand to accommodate it and was more than away that he
couldn't breathe anymore - Santa was in control of that now.

"You're mouth feels so good on my dick, Miles," the man's voice boomed,
filling the living room. Miles couldn't reply: his throat was bulging with
the man's huge uncut cock and, even if he could have stretched his mouth
wider to make a noise, all that could have come out was saliva and
throat-slime from the face fucking he was starting to receive. He was
gagging and choking, he could barely breathe and had to gasp for air every
time that Santa let him off for a second. His chin was coated in his own
saliva and his eyes were watering. He didn't care: this was exactly what he
needed and he knew it. Santa had been right when he said that the boy
needed to be used and now the amazing man was doing just that.

"Get back, bottom on the floor!" Santa commanded and shoved Miles
backwards, pulling his cock from his throat with a loud pop. "Stick your
tongue out, you little slut." Miles loved being talked to in this way and
immediately pushed his tongue as far out of his mouth as he could. "Yeah,
you look just like a cock-hungry slut. That's what you are isn't it Miles?"
The question didn't require an answer: the fact that Santa started to slap
his huge uncut cock on Mile's outstretched tongue was answer enough.

Santa grabbed hold of the twink's hair, forcing him to change the direction
he was facing, and started to fuck his huge cock in and out of the boy's
open mouth. "Yeah choke on my dick, you little slut," the man growled as he
forced Miles to take every single inch down into his throat and held him
there until the boy practically started to turn purple. When he pulled out,
Miles fell to his hands and knees, gasping for air. "Tell me you love my
dick: you love Santa's dick, don't you Miles?" Despite his own struggle,
the boy answered: "Yes... Santa... I... love it! Please... can... I..." He
didn't get to finish his question: Santa, anticipating the boy's request,
pushed his dick all the way back into the boy's waiting mouth.

Santa continued to use Mile's throat like this for the next few minutes
before deciding that it was time for more. He ordered the little twink to
get into his dad's chair but sit down so that his arse was hanging over the
edge. Santa got down onto his knees between the boy's legs and, instead of
sucking Miles' constantly hard dick as Mile's was expecting, he took hold
of the boy's ankles and pulled them up into the air.

For the first time, Miles' little teen hole was exposed. Miles had never
had anyone play with it, hell, he'd never even fingered himself before but
it was time for all of that to change. "Hold your ankles," Santa commanded
and Miles obeyed. He pulled them back as far as they would go and he could
feel the cold air against that most secret of places - his tight virgin boy
hole.  "Fuck," Santa growled, "That's a sweet little boipussy - so pink and
tight."  The boy blushed: "Thank you Santa... it's... erm... it's yours."
Santa looked Miles right in the eyes: "Say that again boy - whose pussy is
it?"  "It's... it's Santa's pussy. I'm Santa's pussyboy."  "Yes you fucking
are and never forget it!" At that, Santa dove straight into Mile's exposed
hole - his tongue lashed out over the pucker and caused the young teen to
moan out in pleasure. Santa's greying beard scratched against the skin on
his arse cheeks and over the sensitive part of Mile's hole as the man
thrust his tongue deep into the boy. All it served to do was make the area
more susceptive to the pleasure that Santa was bringing to it.

Santa wanted to ensure that Miles enjoyed his special Christmas present and
eating out his virgin hole was an important part of that but he knew that
it was just a means to an end and, after all the teasing so far, Santa
wasn't prepared to wait around much longer before getting to the main
event. After a few minutes of pushing his tongue as far into Miles as he
could possibly get it, Santa was ready and that meant that Miles was
getting fucked - whether he was ready for it or not.

Miles had been lost in the feeling of ecstasy coming from his tight little
hole - his eyes were screwed up and he was moaning loudly with each flick
of the older man's tongue inside him. He was so far in the sexual haze that
he didn't notice when Santa shifted his position and it took a few moments
to realise that the man's tongue was no longer at his hole - something else
was instead.

"Tell me what you want," Santa growled at the twink. He knew, of course,
but he wanted the little slut to say it.  "You dick Santa. Please."  "Where
do you want it boy?"  "In my arse Santa, please! Please stick it in my
arse."  Santa laughed at the desperation that came through in Miles'
voice. "You want it in your little twink pussyhole?"  "Yes Santa! Please
don't tease me anymore. Just... just fuck me Santa!" Miles' voice cried out
as Santa gave him his Christmas wish and pushed the mushroom head of his
huge uncut cock against the tiny virgin pucker.

"Let Santa in, boy." Miles' hole was resisting and Santa had not spent all
this time getting him ready and put himself behind schedule for the night
just to be stopped by a nervous boy hole. When the teen virgin's hole
didn't relax, Santa decided just to make it happen instead.  "Hold on you
little slut, get ready for this." With that one growled warning, Santa
covered the twink's mouth with his hands and forced the first few inches of
his huge thick cock deep into the boy's hole. He could feel it stretch wide
around the head and then the shaft; Miles' eyes bulged and he had no idea
how he was managing to take any of this huge dick inside him.

The older man wasn't done though. He didn't stop at a few inches and kept
pushing in until he could feel the cheeks of Miles' arse against him thick
pubic bush. "Fuck yeah you nasty little whore! You've got all of Santa's
fat cock inside your little slutty cunt!" He pulled his hands away from the
boy's mouth and the begging started immediately: "Oh Santa it's so
big... please take it out. I can't take it - it's just so huge!" Santa
ignored Mile's cries and began to fuck his thick cock in and out of the
stretched hole. It was warm and tight around him and he swore that he could
feel the boy's heartbeat throbbing against his shaft. He let loose a series
of animalistic moans and groans as he started to really fuck the boy in
earnest - driving his long dick in and out of the Miles' tight arse.

Miles' feelings had started to change as the older man started to fuck
him. The pain of stretching was replaced with the pleasure of being full -
the dick was hitting things inside him that were causing such waves of
pleasure that his begging had changed: now he was pleading for Santa to
fuck him harder and to give him more of his huge manly cock: "Fuck me
Santa! Fuck my little twink hole! Fuck me with your huge Santa cock!"
Santa laughed at how much this teen was getting into the dirty talk: "Not a
virgin anymore you nasty little slut. Now you're just a teen whore for men
like me to use. This hole is getting to so much cock now!"

Miles closed his eyes and concentrated on the feeling of Santa's enormous
cock invading his insides. His own dick was pulsing on his abs and, if
Santa continued, he knew he wouldn't need to touch it in order to make
himself cum. He was close, very close, when the older man pounding his
tight little arse did something unexpected. Feeling Santa's thick fingers
wrap around his neck, Miles' eyes flew open. Santa had quickly established
a tight grip around the teen boy's throat and was starting to choke
him. Miles had always been curious about this in porn but to feel it being
done to him, and the struggle as he tried to breathe, was intense. His eyes
began to water as he stared up at Santa, pleading with him, but the man
just ignored it. His thick fingers continued to tighten and Miles could
feel himself starting to become lightheaded. Then the moment came: his teen
cock started to spasm all on its own and the twink's thick load of creamy
white spunk started to fly out. Miles had always been more of an oozing
cummer - never really shooting - but the feeling of being fucked and choked
at the same time was causing the jets of cum to fire out across his
body. As he did, Santa roared as he felt the boy's arse tighten around his
massive cock and he began to unload his huge load deep into the boy's
well-fucked arse.

Santa released his grip and Miles began to pant as they both collapsed -
Santa's muscled body now on top of Miles' twink frame and pressing him into
the chair. After a few moments, the older man pushed himself up and looked
down at the worn-out twink beneath him. Miles started to say something but
didn't get very far. "Sleep," Santa commanded and the young boy's eyes
fluttered closed.

"Come on, Miles. Time to get up!" His mother was knocking at the door to
his bedroom as Miles awoke. The memories of what he had experienced
immediately came flooding back to him and he realised that he had no idea
how he'd got back into his bed. Immediately unsure as to whether his first
fuck had been all in his head, Miles reached down to touch his own hole. It
was tight, no evidence that it had been stretched around any cock, let
alone Santa's huge one, and there was no trace of cum on his fingers when
he pulled them back up to look.

When he went downstairs, he searched the living room for any proof of what
had taken place during the night but he found nothing. In fact, despite a
day of checking and searching, Alex had no evidence at all that anything
had even taken place. He was starting to believe that it must have been a
dream. At least, until he went to bed. As he closed the door behind him, he
noticed a present had been placed upon his bed. It was bright red with
white ribbon and a little tag that read: "To Miles, from Santa."

Tearing open the paper, Alex was shocked to see what hid inside. There, on
his bed, was a dildo. It wasn't just any dildo - it was bright red to match
the packaging and, when he inspected it further, he realised that it was
exactly like Santa's cock - even down to the veins along the shaft. In his
haste to explore the toy, he'd neglected to read the accompanying note.

"Miles, you nasty little slut, make sure you use this present often. I also
want you to go out there and meet as many guys as you can. You need to get
some more experience - I'll be back next year and, next time, I won't be
taking it easy on you. Santa."


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