Date: Sun, 10 Dec 2023 16:39:50 -0600
From: Sweetheart <rocococock@gmail.com>
Subject: The Hottest Daddy in Rhode Island (Winter 2023)

The cold was bitter this time of year, especially in New England, and
even 10 minutes outside could give you frostbite. Maybe that's why so
many spent their weekends in warm and stuffy shopping malls, or it could
just be the societal obligation to spend hundreds of dollars on junk
every Christmas. Mikey told himself it was the human need for community
and congregation that drew so many people to the mall this time of year,
even if it wasn't true, but it was the only thing that made him feel
better about having to spend his winter break there.

When Mikey's parents caught him with the neighbor boy, they forced him
to make a deal; if he passed all of his exams, he could do whatever he
wanted over break. But, if he didn't, he'd have to get a job and work.
It was their idea of a lesson about being an adult and making
"respectable" decisions, whatever that meant. He could still see the
veins bulging out of his dad's forehead as he screamed, his mother
crying behind him. Mikey barely reacted, taking the vicious degradation
from his father like a boy who knew who he was and refused to apologize
for it. But, even though Mikey had just turned 18, he still lived under
their roof and had to do what they said, and that's how Mikey Crueler
ended up dressed as an elf in the middle of the Providence Place Mall.

"Will the next good boy or girl please step up and take a seat on
Santa's lap?" Mikey said, the bells stuck to his hands and feet
jingling as he performed a half-assed gesture of cheer at the line of
bratty children and exhausted parents.

The next kid in line rushed up and sat on Santa's lap, smiling for a
photo, and whispering in his ear, telling him their wishes. Christmas was
only a few days away now and the lines were getting longer than ever,
mostly full of single dads who realized way too late that they'd need
some sort of Christmas photo to give to the grandparents. Each day was
the same, putting on this ridiculous outfit, faking a smile, acting
excited for the kids, and dealing with over-tired children and their
overworked parents for 8 hours - it was hell.

The only thing that Mikey could do to entertain himself was check out all
of the dads in line. The way their hunky muscle butts filled out their
jeans, the heavy bulges in their pants, the chest hair peeking out of
their shirts. He was keeping a mental list of the hottest dads, trying to
find the hottest daddy of the season. There were a couple that Mikey
would deem DILFs, but he was on a mission to find the hottest dad in all
of Rhode Island. And once he did, he intended to do everything in his
power to suck that man's cock. It was his secret wish to Santa, even
though Mikey knew he had been a very, very bad boy this year.

It was the day before Christmas, and that morning Mikey slipped his
costume on for the last time. The costume the mall gave him was probably
one of the sluttiest things he'd ever worn in public. It started with
red and white striped tights that Mikey always slipped on without any
underwear, just for a little extra excitement. Then, he pulled on a
leotard that had built-in shorts, coming down only a couple of inches
past his crotch. The polyester outfit was stretched as tight as his skin,
showing every single curve of his body and the outline of his dick.
Lastly, Mikey wore a collar that had bells stitched to the front and a
silly felt hat with some stuffing glued to it to look like fur. Mikey
felt ridiculous in the costume, but he didn't necessarily hate how he
looked in it. He was naturally very pale, so always had some redness to
his cheeks, and there was a scattering of freckles over his soft face. He
had big brown eyes, thick eyebrows, and adorable curly brown hair that
hung down his forehead and tapered at the back of his neck. In his
opinion, he looked like the cutest elf he'd ever seen, and he prayed the
dads in line would think so too.

There was an awful blizzard that day, but Mikey's parents insisted he
still go to work, citing the commitment he made in classic parental
fashion. Mikey zipped up his jacket, threw sweatpants over his scrawny
legs, a scarf, hat, and gloves, and headed out into the winter storm.
Once he finally made it inside, he was defeated to find an empty mall
before him. All of the staff were there, but Mikey didn't see a single
customer on his walk from the door to the Santa display. He said hello to
Santa, some dude named Greg, who didn't even look up from his phone to
greet Mikey. Expecting nothing less, Mikey stripped his layers off and
took his post by the front of the line, twiddling his thumbs and staring
at his feet.

Hours flew by like minutes and Mikey struggled to stay awake as he stood
there, waiting to greet children that never came. It was 5:30 pm, the
mall was closing in half an hour, and Mikey hadn't had a single customer
the entire day. Santa had been asleep since noon, and Mikey's feet ached
from standing for so long. Just as he was about to give up and take a
seat on the floor, the sound of running footsteps growing closer grabbed
his attention. It was a man and two little kids, one in each of his arms,
headed directly for the Santa display. Mikey ran over and kicked Santa in
the shin, telling him to sit up and look awake.

As the man got closer, Mikey could start to make out who he was looking
at. The most notable feature of the running man was a thick, nicely
trimmed beard, with dark and thick eyebrows to match. The man had a very
square jaw, a strong nose, high cheekbones, and a defined brow. He had
black hair that was buzzed with a strong hairline and wore a winter
jacket over a flannel shirt with a nice pair of jeans. The man was huge,
but Mickey couldn't tell if it was just the little kids in his arms
making him look bigger than he was. He was very quickly proven wrong as
the man finally made it to Mikey, put the kids down, and hunched over to
catch his breath. Mikey could smell the sweat on the man as he crouched,
panting with his hands on his knees. The man slowly stood up, towering
over Mickey, peering down at the younger man. Mickey guessed he was
somewhere around 6'5" and an absolute hunk of meat. This guy was
massive, his arms thicker than Mickey's chest and his hand as big as his
face. Mickey's heart was in his ass as soon as the man smiled at him,
his perfectly white teeth shining.

"Phew, thank god y'all are still here!" he said.

"Hi! Welcome to Santa's village! You just made it, we've got 30
minutes until the mall closes," Mikey said, internally cursing himself
for sounding like such a dork.

"Hear that, kids? We just made it! Go sit on Santa's lap so I can take
a picture for mommy!" he said, his kids excitedly running up and jumping
on Santa, blabbering away with what they wanted for Christmas.

The man leaned down and got very close to Mikey's ear, whispering "The
wife would've killed me if I missed this. She's out of town this month
and this was the one thing she said I had to do for her, get a picture of
the kids with Santa. Can you believe I forgot until today?"

His hot breath made the hair on Mikey's neck stand up; it was almost
like he was doing it on purpose.

"Don't worry, sir. Managing two kids by yourself is a lot, I'm sure
you didn't mean to forget," Mikey said, turning himself to face the
large man, staring up into his strong eyes.

The man smiled down at Mikey, who was a good two feet shorter than him,
putting his hand on his shoulder and growling a soft, "Thank you, son."

Mikey could've collapsed at the word "son" leaving this daddy's lips,
but for fear of embarrassment, he played it as cool as he could. This guy
was the stuff of dreams, straight out of a porno or a Tom of Finland
drawing and blew the competition away in terms of Mikey's hottest dad
contest; this was it, and Mikey wasn't about to let this chance slip
away.

"So, the wife gone for a long time?" Mikey asked as he snapped some
pictures of the kids on the mall's camera.

"Yup, she's been gone since November, it's been quite the struggle for
me," he said, paying more attention to me than his kids on Santa's lap.

"Oh, I'm sure it has been," Mikey said, glancing down at his crotch,
then back up to his eyes and giving him a wink.

Mikey knew it was risky, but the mall was empty and in 20 minutes he
wouldn't even be an employee anymore. Plus, this man was definitely the
hottest daddy in Rhode Island, if not the entire East Coast, and Mikey
was a horny teenager desperate to swallow a cock. The man grinned at
Mikey's suggestive wink, and that was his sign to go for it. Mikey
adjusted his growing erection while he hatched a plan to get the man
alone.

"Hey, Santa, I'm gonna show my friend here something I think his wife
will like for Christmas, you good to watch the kids for a few minutes?"
Mikey called out to Santa, who rolled his eyes and suspiciously agreed.

"Be right back, kids! Be good!" the man yelled to his kids, who just
carried on talking Santa's ear off.

"Follow me," Mikey said to the mystery hunk, grabbing his hand and
leading him to the arcade that was just a few stores down.

The arcade was empty, as expected, and Mikey led his new friend to the
photo booth, ushering him inside and pulling the curtain closed. Mikey
stood between the man's long and thick thighs, dropping to his knees. He
reached his hand out, apprehensively starting to rub the man's bulge
through his jeans. The man groaned, grabbing Mikey's hand, and pressing
it harder into his crotch. With this, all of Mikey's doubt melted and he
allowed his desire for this gorgeous daddy to take over his body.

Mickey buried his face in the man's crotch, licking and biting through
the thick denim, still cold from outside. Mickey started fumbling with
the man's button, then pulled his zipper down, and yanked his jeans down
to his ankles. The man was wearing boxers, the plaid kind that straight
men usually wear, and Mikey could make out the massive boner that was
just below the thin fabric. He reached out, feeling the cold of his palm
evaporate as the heat from the man's cock warmed him. Mikey had never
touched a man's dick before, and it was fantastic to have his hand
wrapped around the hot and rigid, yet still soft shaft of a huge cock. He
pulled the man's waistband down and was met with the biggest dick he'd
ever seen in real life. It was unbelievably massive, as thick as Mikey's
forearm and longer than his entire face. The man didn't shave his pubes
and had a bush as thick as his beard, which Mikey instinctively buried
his nose into. Mikey lost control as he inhaled the smell of the man's
crotch; it was mostly musk, but there was a hint of pine mixed in with
the smell of sweat. Mikey's eyes glossed over with lust, and he grabbed
the man's cock like a microphone, licking and sucking on the tip.

"Good boy," the man groaned, putting his massive hand on the back of
Mikey's head, grabbing a fistful of hair.

Mikey opened his jaw as wide as he could, so wide it hurt, and started to
put the man's dick into his mouth, only getting a few inches down before
he started to gag. The man had his hands on Mikey's head, slowly rocking
him up and down, forcing more and more of his cock down the boy's
throat. Every time Mikey gagged, the man would hold him down for a few
seconds, then let him come up to breathe, each time being met with a hard
slap to the face and an affirming "good boy." Mikey was feral, in
complete ecstasy, and enjoying himself more than he could've ever
imagined. With this daddy's huge cock in his mouth, every single
"wasted" hour he spent in this mall was worth it.

Mikey wanted to give this man the best blowjob he'd ever had and did his
best to relax his throat and avoid gagging. Mikey took more and more of
the man's cock down his throat, going slowly and breathing gently
through his nose. Before he knew it, Mickey had the entire cock in his
mouth, and it was clear the man hadn't had anyone that deep on his dick
in a long time. He was groaning and moaning with every breath, holding
Mikey's head down and enjoying the feeling of the boy's warm throat. He
grabbed the sides of Mikey's head, lifting him, and slamming him back
down onto his cock. Mikey knew what the man wanted, and started to lift
his head himself, dropping it back down the length of the big man's
shaft and using his skull to fuck his dick.

Mikey was starting to get the hang of it, shutting his eyes tight and
submitting to the feeling of this giant dick occupying every inch of
space inside of his throat. He had one hand on the man's beefy thigh and
with the other started to play with his balls, tugging on them with each
swallow of his cock. Mikey's face was covered in his saliva as he moved
his head up and down the length of the giant dick in front of him,
determined to make this man come down his throat. The man moaned "fuck"
as he gripped Mikey's hair, continuing to guide him as he devoured his
cock.

After a good few minutes of Mikey using his throat to fuck this man's
dick, it was show time. Mikey gripped the base of the man's dick and
started to focus on the tip, letting his lips open and close around the
head as he took it into his mouth and let it hit the back of his throat.
He furiously pumped the man's dick from the base as he sucked on the
tip, flicking his tongue over the man's piss slit. The man enjoyed that,
moaning as he ran his hands through Mikey's hair. Mikey picked up the
pace, sucking the top and stroking the bottom in sync. The man's
breathing quickened and grew more and more shallow.

"Fuck, boy, daddy's gonna come," he said, gripping Mikey's head and
moaning loudly as his cock started spewing its load into Mikey's throat.

Mikey dropped down, swallowing the man's entire cock, letting it fill
his throat with his cum. He continued to slowly bob up and down, keeping
the length of the man's dick down his throat as his orgasm continued.
Once his dick stopped pulsing, Mikey slowly released it from his throat,
making the man wince in overstimulation as the sensitive tip of his dick
passed Mikey's tongue. Mikey looked up at the man, who was already
starting to put his dick away and compose himself. Mikey had never felt
the sensation of his mouth and throat feeling stretched out, his nose
running, his eyes watering, and his cheeks red. It felt like home.

"Thanks, kid," the man said, tapping the side of Mikey's face and
finishing putting his pants on.

He started walking back to Santa and his kids, not turning around, or
saying anything else to Mikey, who had no idea what to think. The man
greeted his kids, thanked Santa, and said goodnight and Merry Christmas
to both of them.

"Oh, almost forgot! This is for you," he said, handing Santa a wad of
folded bills, "and this is for you."

The man handed Mikey another wad of bills, but there was a piece of paper
folded up in the center. As the man walked away, one kid in each arm,
Mikey unfolded the paper, a photo strip from the arcade, and smiled to
himself. The first image was of the handsome man smiling, the second of
him making an expression of pleasure, and in the third, the top of
Mikey's head appeared in the frame before going back down and
disappearing in the fourth, the man winking at the camera. Mikey flipped
it over to find the man's number written on the back, with writing
beneath it that said, "Only call after midnight -James."

He quickly shoved it in his pocket, acting like he was counting the tip
he got. He said goodnight to Santa, or I suppose it was just Greg now,
and practically skipped to the front of the mall. With a load from the
hottest man in Rhode Island in his stomach and his number in his pocket,
all of Mikey's wishes had come true. It was a very special Christmas
indeed.


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