Date: Tue, 22 Dec 2020 12:09:45 -0500 From: Rod Rey Subject: Sexy Secret Santa Being eighteen was weird, at least in my case. I could do whatever I wanted, but with limitations. Because my birthday was in December, I'd started kindergarten a year late, which meant I was halfway through my senior year of high school while many others born in my year had already graduated. Then, there was the fact that I was still stuck at home with Mom and Dad after my older siblings had moved out. I had no issues with Dad because I loved him with all my heart, and he was my life, but Mom drove me crazy. It also didn't help that I never seemed to physically age much since I looked younger, thanks to Mom's and Dad's genetics, and I acted younger too. Being a skinny twink with pointed ears and a high-pitched voice made it even worse. Yep, I'd been called a little elf at school too many times to count because of it. I loved elves, though, and I wore my elf-printed PJs every night because they still fit me. But yeah, being eighteen was totally weird for me. Despite finally being an adult, one childlike belief that I clung onto was that Santa Claus really existed. Unlike most kids whose parents told them the truth later in life, I'd refused to believe Santa wasn't real when Mom had told me. Dad, on the other hand, had sided with me, much to Mom's annoyance, and Mom continued to accuse him of babying me into a "spoiled and immature brat." Yep, her words. Maybe since Dad looked a bit Santalike himself, what with being old at sixty and already fully grayed, tall and broad, and having a jolly face and a bearish body, he could sympathize with Santa more, like they were brothers or something. So, after much fighting about my belief back then, Mom had finally given in. She'd told me to just be a good boy and wait for the "Secret Santa" in the living room every Christmas Eve at night. And she was right! Santa had shown up each and every time for just a few minutes to wave and smile at me and give me a little present before telling me in an unusually deep voice to be a good boy and go back to bed. I imagined it was because I wasn't supposed to actually see him go back to the North Pole, so I had to be in bed while he left. So, here I was in the living room with the light on, sitting with my legs crossed in anticipation. Mom had once again told me to wait here tonight between nine and midnight for Santa. She'd told me to be a good boy and leave a plate of cookies and a glass of milk on the coffee table, just like every year. Please, as if I didn't know what the "secret surprise" was with that obvious hint! Of course, I never told her I knew because it would spoil the fun. But I was tired of always being a good boy. This year, I wanted to have some fun and mix things up a bit now that I was eighteen. So, I'd jizzed inside the glass of milk as a devious little prank. I couldn't wait for Santa to drink it up so that I could see his reaction. Okay, okay, so I did have a secret of my own that no one could ever, ever know about. I had strong feelings for Santa, like, the "totally would marry him and live happily ever after with him" kind of feelings. They'd gradually developed from an innocent childhood crush to the kind of love with romantic and sexual attachments. I'd recently started having naughty fantasies about him, along with a naughtier fantasy I tried hard to block out of my mind. Because of these fantasies, I wondered if I'd ever be a good boy again. It was why I'd always keep them to myself because of the unfair social stigma. After almost three hours of waiting, while Mom and Dad were asleep, it was close to midnight. Finally, Santa came from right behind as if having tiptoed here. I never turned around because I wanted to wait until he circled around me to then stand in front of me for a proper "surprise." Wow, Santa was really here again! He towered over me with his famous red suit and hat that made me swoon like a loon. His jolly face warmed my heart every time, and his long beard rested against his big chest in soft waves. I didn't care that he was fat from all those yummy cookies he ate because that was the point. Only a true Santa would look like the one standing right in front of me. He ate all the cookies and looked pleased, but when he finished drinking the milk, an awkward and pensive expression spanned his face. Then, he grimaced. I pursed my lips, trying my hardest to suppress a giggle. I was so naughty! Santa let out a deep sigh and shook his head. "I'm pretty sure I know why this milk tastes funny." He didn't sound mad, though. "I'm actually very disappointed in you, boy." I bit my lower lip. Uh-oh. I didn't expect that reaction at all. Maybe I really had gone too far by crossing a line that I shouldn't have crossed. I'd thought it was the funniest and coolest prank ever, but now that it had led to this, especially Santa's reaction, it just made me regret everything because the prank hadn't been worth losing such an important existence in my life. "I'm sorry to say this, boy, but this might have to be my last time visiting you." I gasped in horror, having never imagined it would come to this. I tried to keep my voice low to avoid waking up Mom and Dad, but my emotions got the best of me. "I'm sorry, Santa! It was just a little prank!" "A little prank? I'd say it was much bigger than that. You shocked me in ways I never thought any boy would ever do to Santa." "I'm sorry!" "I don't know. Are you? You've been a very naughty boy this year after being nice all these years." I lowered my head with a frown, and I knew there was no excuse for what I'd done. I'd destroyed my relationship with Santa, and I wasn't sure if I could ever forgive myself for it. "Maybe you need to be punished," he said in an oddly intrigued tone. As much as I would've preferred not to be punished, I held onto hope that it could fix everything I'd caused. "Will I see you again if I let you punish me?" "That depends. Will you tell me the truth about all the other naughty things you've done this past year?" Oh, no! That would mean my inappropriate internet activity full of Santa porn and incest stories on Nifty, all gay stuff. Yep, Santa porn, because I was that obsessed with everything Santa, and his submissive elves made the fantasy even hotter. "Yes, Santa." "Tell me the truth, then. And tell me everything, not a single lie." I felt so humiliated, but it had to be done. I wanted to see Santa again! "I started watching some naughty Santa and incest stuff on the internet." "Oh, I know all about that. You see, Santa knows everything. That's why I can tell if you're being naughty or nice. So, thank you for telling me the truth, boy." Oddly enough, he hadn't been mad the entire time. That gave me extra hope. "Does that mean I'm a good boy again?" Santa chuckled. "Not so fast. You still haven't gotten your punishment." "Oh." I wondered what exactly it would be. Would it be anything harsh? "...What is it?" "First, if you want to be a really, really good boy again, you cannot tell a soul about anything that happens during my visits. If you do, I promise you'll never see me again." I gasped. "No! No, Santa, don't leave! I won't tell a soul, I promise! Just like I've never told anyone about my internet activity, I'd especially never tell anyone about my visits with you. I never even told anyone about the details of your past visits, so why now?" "I know, I know, calm down. I just needed to make sure. And because of that, it means you get to be upgraded to an extra-good boy." "An extra-good boy?" "Yep. My special boy who gets special treatment that no other boy or girl in the world will ever experience. Just you." My face beamed with so much giddiness. Words couldn't describe how much that meant to me and how much more of Santa I had in my heart. "So, as your punishment, there's one specific naughty act from your fantasies that I want you to reenact for me." My eyebrows shot up, and my mouth dropped open. Wow, but... wouldn't that make him a naughty Santa? Still, I couldn't risk losing him forever. The truth was that I felt whole with him in my life. He made me feel so complete in a way that no one had ever been able to make me feel. I'd never had a crush on anyone else, just Santa. Now that he wanted to punish me in hopes of being a good boy again, I was more than willing to do anything. He'd just upgraded me to an extra-good boy, his special boy, so I especially couldn't let him down! I just hoped that whatever it was he wanted me to reenact for him would work because I had no experience in any of that stuff. I was a virgin in every sense of the word! I nodded. "Okay, Santa. What do you want me to reenact for you?" "Well? Since you made me drink that special milk of yours, it's only fair that you drink my special milk too." "Oh... you mean, you'll pull the same prank I did?" Santa chuckled. "No, no, boy. There's a special way to drink my milk." He stepped closer to me and reached for the front of his pants, and he pulled out something I'd never ever expected to see in my life. Holy cow, it was long and fat! "Nine inches of Santa meat, all for you to milk with your mouth, boy." I suddenly found myself getting hard, and I'd just realized how much I'd leaked inside my underwear. Of course, I wasn't some naïve and innocent child. I was technically a man and definitely old enough to know exactly what was going on and where this would lead. It was a hot fantasy come true. But if Santa wanted to pretend otherwise, so would I. I shifted to a kneeling position to get ready. As soon as the tip leaked into a thick string the way my penis was able to do, I caught the precum with my tongue and moved up to place my lips on the head. Since I didn't know what I was doing, I tried my best from how Santa's little elves serviced him in all the videos I'd found online. "Yeah, boy," Santa cooed. "Suck Santa Daddy's big dick with that pretty little elf mouth." I was shocked by such vulgar words. What a naughty Santa! But hearing him speak like that turned me on even more than I wanted to admit. I went from sucking just the head to taking more of his inches into my mouth. I slurped with my mouth so wide open because of how thick he was. It was like a big lollipop, except full of skin and with the natural taste of man. "Will you make one little promise for Santa Daddy?" He had so much lust in his tone. I stopped and looked up at his lecherous face with a horny grin of my own, and I felt so drunk with the kind of desire I'd never known I could feel until now. "Yes, Santa Daddy." "Will you give your other virgin hole up to me one day?" I'd do anything for Santa, especially now that my "punishment" was more of a blessing. "Yes, Santa Daddy. I promise." "Good boy. You know? Santa Daddy can be a jealous man. He doesn't like to share his little elf with anyone else." "I don't want anyone else, Santa Daddy. I only want you." "Good, good boy. Now get back to work and milk this big daddy dick with your warm mouth, okay? We don't have a lot of time left." "Okay, Santa Daddy." I obeyed and put my mouth to use in the only way I knew how. I tried to mimic what the little elves did in the videos. I swirled my tongue around the leaking head to scoop up more precum, and I stuffed my mouth again to taste him some more. I wrapped my skinny fingers around the lower part of the shaft and sucked just the head because it was easier. My jaw was sore after minutes of sucking, and I already wanted Santa's milk. I needed it like the hungry elf I was. "Oh, son...," he whispered with desire. Son? "Boy, you really make Santa Daddy feel good for never doing this before. I've wanted you since this year, and it's actually happening." Aw, he'd wanted me? And yeah, it really was happening. Santa and I were bonding in a way we weren't supposed to, but that was why it was our little secret. My very own Sexy Secret Santa. "Yeah, keep sucking that daddy dick, boy." Then, he started thrusting into my mouth while gripping the sides of my head. "Stay like that. Don't move. Let Daddy take over now." Daddy? Didn't he mean Santa Daddy? My suspicions started growing, but I shrugged them off and continued to take him in my slobbering mouth. I was glad he went easy on me and didn't shove the whole thing inside because I'd choke. I looked up at him while he did it. As he returned the gaze and locked eyes with mine, he said, "You're my beautiful boy, and I'll always protect you. You've wanted me like I've wanted you, and here we are, like it was meant to be." His voice had suddenly lost its super deep disguise and revealed a familiar deepish one, and the more I stared at his face in connection with the voice, the more I suspected something I hadn't wanted to suspect. It was the other shameful fantasy of mine I'd tried to block out of my mind. But it was useless, and if anything, it brought us closer to each other in a way I'd never thought possible. Santa really did exist, and he'd been in my life all along, with me as his little elf because my pointed ears weren't a coincidence. This house I'd grown up in was his workshop, but he probably still had a home in the North Pole. Santa started breathing heavily the more he used my mouth, his fat inches turning my face into a slobbery mess, but I wanted to make him happy and get all that Santa milk out. He breathed even harder, making me wonder if he'd soon give me his milk. "Oh, boy. I'm getting close, my little elf. Santa Daddy's getting real close." I continued gazing longingly into his eyes, the eyes of the one who'd given me life. My heart started melting at the sight of his beautiful existence. I'd serve him willingly for the rest of my life if he let me. I'd even marry him if I could. While returning the gaze just as longingly, as if romantically connecting with me for the first time, he huffed a few heavy breaths. "Oh, son... I love you... so much..." He threw his head back, his eyes tightly shut, and he gnashed his teeth. "Gah... here it comes... ungh..." I was startled by the huge gush filling up my mouth with his strong but faintly sweet taste, my eyes tearing up from both the pressure and his beautiful words. Moaning loudly, Santa pulled out and coated my face with the rest of his milk, which in turn, made me come hands-free inside my underwear because of how super turned on I'd been. Catching his breath, he squeezed out the last bit of milk to smear it on my lips. While it was an acquired taste, I knew now that I wanted it every night, the full experience, including giving him my virginity as a gift. Santa didn't just come here on Christmas Eve; he was here every single day. "If something ever happened between your parents," he said in a serious tone, "say, if their marriage didn't work out anymore... who would you live with if you had a choice?" That was an odd question because Mom and Dad seemed like they were fine together, but who knew? Santa knew everything, and if it was true that their marriage was on the line, then I already knew what my choice was. I wasn't sure why, but I felt the need to be more honest with him so that I could continue being the extra-good boy I wanted to be, his special boy, his little elf. "Santa Daddy? There's one more thing I need to tell you." "What is it, boy?" "I know who you really are. And the answer is you." A loud gasp startled us from behind me, making my eyes bulge and my heart pound like a jackhammer. Mom?! I quickly turned around with my jizz-covered face fully exposed, and her eyes and mouth were wide open in a mortified expression. "Santa's your father!" she yelled. "That was not part of the surprise!" But now that I finally got what I'd wanted, my Sexy Secret Santa and the real love of my life, I just formed a sloppy grin while knowing there was no explanation for this. Oops... *** Want more by Rod Rey? Visit: https://rodreywriter.wordpress.com Please show your support by donating to Nifty to help keep these stories alive! Copyright © 2020, Rod Rey. All Rights Reserved. DISCLAIMER: All details of all characters in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.