SANTA'S PACKAGE
I thought I was the only one left in the department store. Old Man Pritchard asked me to stay after hours and clean up in the employee’s locker room before the big holiday started with the promise of an extra twenty in my next paycheck if I do. Okay, I realize that twenty dollars isn’t all that much these days but for a 20 year old college student that is a month behind in his rent every cent counts. That is why I even took this dumb janitor’s job during the school holiday break instead of having fun with all the other kids. .“Ho ho ho!” It was the store’s Santa Claus. And he was carrying a little brown bag with a bottle in it. “Care to have some kid?” he said, holding out the paper bag in my direction. .“No thank you,” I responded. .“It’s been a long day kid,” the man in the red suit explained. He plopped down on the long wooden bench and lifted up the bag to his mouth. “I don’t usually drink on the job either but having to listen to those kids all friggin’ day and their whining and their mother’s whining has given me a major headache. Damn it!” .“No problem.” I dipped the mop back into the big steel bucket on wheels. .“You don’t work here regularly either, do you kid?” .“No,” I said swabbing the mop back and forth on the tile floor. .“I only do this ‘cause I’m broke,” the older man explained and took another swig out of his bottle. .“Me too,” I said. .“I owe my ex old lady so much dough that I’ll never catch but, but me taking on this extra job as Santa shows her attorney my good will. Shit!” .“I’ve got bills to pay too,” I blurted out as I dunked the mop back into the pail. .“You sure you don’t want some of this kid?” he asked holding the bag in my direction again. “It’s not bad stuff!” .“That’s nice of you but I really don’t.” .“You got the keys to the place?” he asked getting up from his seat. .“Yeah,” I said, “Mr. Pritchard gave me a set of keys because I have to stay and clean up tonight. He didn’t tell me that someone else was still here though.” .“He’s fuckin’ senile,” the older guy said. “You gonna be here much longer kid?” .“I still got the rest of the place to mop.” .“Then I got time to take me a shower,” the man responded. “The shower in my apartment is broken and the landlord ain’t sending a plumber over the holidays so I’ve been showering up here at work every day.” .“I haven’t mopped the showers yet,” I answered, “so no problem on my end. I’ll do them after you’re done.” .The man pulled off his Santa cap and the long white hair that was a wig came off with it revealing the man’s real hair which was wavy and dark brown. Then he pulled off the long white beard and the red artificial nose. Without the Santa accessories he looked like he was about forty years old and not bad looking. .“Can’t wait to get out of this monkey suit.” ‘Santa’ had now unbuttoned his red velveteen jacket. He was padded all over his upper torso to make him appear overweight. “All these cushions make me sweat like a hog!” he added undoing the straps that were keeping the cushions pressed against his body. .“I can imagine,” I responded, trying to appear occupied with mopping the floor. In reality I was interested to see what else ‘Santa’ had hidden in his suit. I mean my taste in men ran in the direction of older beefy guys; can’t get into twinks my age or skinny guys for some reason. But I do have to remain super discreet living in this town. This isn’t Los Angeles or New York. This is a small Midwest college town with a church on every corner, if you know what I mean. .
I rewet my mop as I glanced out of the corner of my eye. He was not wearing an undershirt under the padding. The man’s body was beefy but defined and nicely covered with dark curly fur and a thick trail of it disappeared into the Santa trousers. He sat back down and began removing his black patent leather boots. .“I used to play football when I was your age,” the man spat out after removing his second boot. “You play any kind of sport?” .“I used to be on the swimming team in high school,” I replied, resting my hands on the top of the mop. “But I don’t have the time in college with working a job and all.” I was mesmerized as he stood up sliding the red trousers down his thick hairy thighs and stepping out of the last piece of the red suit. .“I thought you might have,” the older man replied as he stretched his arms up, revealing the thick tufts of underarm hair and belched out a large yawn. And then he sat back down on the wooden bench and wiggled his toes in the white socks. “You look like you’re in good shape,” he added, winking at me with his left eye and then reached down and began peeling off his socks. .“Thanks,” I stammered. “You too.” Damn! I can’t believe I actually said that! He’s straight! He said he has an ex-wife and he’s a redneck too. I sat down on the other bench that was in front of the opposite row of lockers. I had to. I needed to hide the hard-on that was developing in my jeans. He’d beat the crap out of me if he suspected my dick was hard because of him. After a few moments of damning silence the man stood up and slid his briefs down and stepped out of them. His big uncut dick sprouted out like a tree limb out of a thick dark bush of pubic hair and it hung down over a low hanging sack of big bull balls. He began scratching his sack with his right hand, lifting it up and tugging at it as his left hand scratched at his right nipple. And the rod in my pants was bouncing up and down, ready to burst its load and make a mess. The big naked man reached for a towel that was hanging on a bar on the wall. He wrapped it around his middle and started to walk towards me. I hung my head down and stared at the floor. I was dead for sure if he noticed me eyeballing him. 
.“Hey kid,” he said stopping directly in front of me. “Sorry to bother you but you’re sitting in front of my locker. Scoot over will ya?” .I did and he reached over to open his locker. When he did the towel around his middle slipped down and his dangling schlong stared me in the face. It didn’t seem to bother him that he was fully exposed again. He began searching in his locker for something as he began slowly stretching and massaging his long fleshy prick with the other. I swear, I really tried not to look but the lust was stronger then common sense at that moment and my eyes were glued to his meaty member. He continued to fondle it and search in his locker and somehow came closer and closer to me until that dick of his was within touching distance to my mouth. I mean, I could smell it, smell the manly musk, the stale sweat and piss of his groin and he began to slowly peel the skin, the fleshly foreskin, back to expose the purplish-colored glanshead of his fuckrod. And my dick was pulsating between my legs and spewing out wads of pre-cum like never before. .“Damn it,” he muttered and continued searching in his locker for whatever it was that he was looking for and he moved another inch or two closer to my face as his hand worked his foreskin all the way back beyond the ridge, entirely exposing the large bulbous head of his cock. It was all wet and moist and glistened and emitted an odor that was intoxicating. I couldn’t control myself any longer and stuck me tongue out and lapped at the half hard shaft that dangled in front of me. The man moved his groin in closer to my face and I licked the thick meat all up and down. He placed his hand in front of my mouth and stuck his fingers in letting me suck on them a few seconds before he pried my mouth opened and positioned his now engorged prick on my lips. I sucked on his pisshead and was rewarded with a copious load of his sweet pre-cum. He pried my mouth open even further and then shoved the entire swollen head of his dick in and I thought I was about to die for pleasure. My tongue danced all over his swollen head and was now savouring the taste of his body that I was only allowed to smell a few seconds ago. .“I knew you wanted it kid,” the man sighed. .And I nodded affirmatively as he pushed his fuckrod deeper into my mouth, gliding the underside of it over my tongue until it felt like it was banging against the back of my throat. I wanted to gag but I didn’t want to let go of this dream dick of his and tried to relax by taking in slow deep breaths. He began sliding his fat member back and forth over my tongue over and over again, fucking me, fucking my mouth and groaning like an animal as he was creating his next orgasm through my slickness. The curly dark hair of his bush was now tickling my nose and the smell of his male musk, the sweat that was embedded in that bush of his was glorious. I wanted to take every thing he had to give me. Yes, I was his boy tonight. His very own boy toy! And I wanted him to remember me. Damn! I was blowing Santa Claus! .The man moaned as he instinctly moved his hips back and forth in the inborn breeding motion of all males. I reached up and began to fondle his large balls. His sack was so wrinkly and so hairy! Damn, I love a man that doesn’t shave his crotch! .“Oh baby!” .Yeah, I was fondling his balls. Or should I say roughing them up and kneading them in my hand like two big wads of clay. .“Oh SHIT! That’s fuckin’ GOOD!” .I knew he’d like that. A big guy like this always likes his fat balls worked over roughly. Makes them groan like a dog in heat and makes them cum like a horse. .“Oh FUCK kid!” .The speed of his bucking hips increased and I intensified the attention that I was giving to his balls. I began pulling them and stretching them in their sack as far as they would go and he groaned and groaned. And I knew that he was getting close. .I undid my jeans with my free hand and worked my own nearly bursting prick out. I didn’t dare stroke it yet or else I would have shot my load then and there and I wanted to save it and cum when he came. But to my surprise the man pulled his hard prick out of my sucking mouth and pulled me up off of the bench with his other hand. .“Get them pants down kid,” he commanded as he turned me around and began jerking my jeans down my legs. “I wanna fuck that sweet little ass of yours but before I do gimme my cap and beard. You, my little friend, are gonna get a genuine royal fucking from Santa Claus!” .I reached over in a daze and handed him his red velvet cap and white beard as a surge of panic overwhelmed me. .I panicked because I had never been fucked before. And I told him so but it fell on deaf ears. He worked my jeans along with my underwear down to my knees after a few seconds when he realized I wasn’t going to do it and pushed me over so that my bared butt was poking upwards, grinning at him. The next thing I felt was one of his fingers as he began probing my crack, feeling for my virgin butthole. .“Please…” I half-whispered. But he continued to ignore me. .And then he found it and I yelped as his fat finger forced its way past my muscle into the dark moist inside of my unfucked hole. .“Nice,” he muttered as he explored my insides with what seemed to be two fingers now. “Really nice.” .And then he yanked his fingers out and pushed the fat bulb of his dick against my bunghole. A new wave of panic overpowered me. How in the hell was he ever going to get that fat poker of his in? I heard him spit and instantly felt his wad of hot spit as it landed on my tender skin and then the push, the hard shove of his swollen mushroom-shaped dickhead as it forced its way past my screaming sphincter muscle. I wanted to scream out as well. 
The pain was like fire in my ass and then it suddenly turned into a deep pleasure. It was really weird. The scorching pain of being forced was suddenly the joy and the pleasure of getting fucked and the fat head of his cock was banging against my prostate gland producing more and more of those deep waves of pleasure that only a good fuck in the ass can bring. .“SHIT!” the man riding my newly devirginized ass yelled out as the depths of his swollen rod were buried all the way in and the thick wiry hair of his pubes were tickling and scraping my smooth white ass cheeks. “SHIT!” he yelled again and again and intensified the speed of his fucking with each word uttered. .I was in such deep pleasure that I thought I was going to literally die. That big swollen glanshead of his was attacking my prostate over and over again and I knew that when I came it was going to be the biggest and best orgasm that I had ever had. And he was fucking me faster and faster. .“Oh SHIT!” he repeated again and again like a broken record. And then he reached under me and grabbed my dick and squeezed it. “I’m fuckin’ CUMMING!” he said squeezing not only my dick but my balls now as well. I was literally seeing stars! And comets! .And then he let out a deep animal-like groan and I felt his dick expand inside of my gut and a rope of hot searing sperm shot out of his exploding member and flooded my guts with his baby-making juice. Over and over, another rope and another stream of the man’s sperm emptied deep inside of me and at the same time my own dick exploded and shot wad after wad of my own thick cream all over the man’s hand and all over the floor. And then he grunted one last time as his last load of spunk landed inside of me and then he relaxed, his entire big beefy sweat-drenched torso relaxed, almost passed out, on top me. And I dropped limp with the man on top of me. I dropped down on the wooden bench and fell asleep out of sheer sexual exhaustion. .When I woke up he was gone. The beard and red cap was resting on my bare buns. I still had the showers to mop up before I could go home.
I rewet my mop as I glanced out of the corner of my eye. He was not wearing an undershirt under the padding. The man’s body was beefy but defined and nicely covered with dark curly fur and a thick trail of it disappeared into the Santa trousers. He sat back down and began removing his black patent leather boots. .“I used to play football when I was your age,” the man spat out after removing his second boot. “You play any kind of sport?” .“I used to be on the swimming team in high school,” I replied, resting my hands on the top of the mop. “But I don’t have the time in college with working a job and all.” I was mesmerized as he stood up sliding the red trousers down his thick hairy thighs and stepping out of the last piece of the red suit. .“I thought you might have,” the older man replied as he stretched his arms up, revealing the thick tufts of underarm hair and belched out a large yawn. And then he sat back down on the wooden bench and wiggled his toes in the white socks. “You look like you’re in good shape,” he added, winking at me with his left eye and then reached down and began peeling off his socks. .“Thanks,” I stammered. “You too.” Damn! I can’t believe I actually said that! He’s straight! He said he has an ex-wife and he’s a redneck too. I sat down on the other bench that was in front of the opposite row of lockers. I had to. I needed to hide the hard-on that was developing in my jeans. He’d beat the crap out of me if he suspected my dick was hard because of him. After a few moments of damning silence the man stood up and slid his briefs down and stepped out of them. His big uncut dick sprouted out like a tree limb out of a thick dark bush of pubic hair and it hung down over a low hanging sack of big bull balls. He began scratching his sack with his right hand, lifting it up and tugging at it as his left hand scratched at his right nipple. And the rod in my pants was bouncing up and down, ready to burst its load and make a mess. The big naked man reached for a towel that was hanging on a bar on the wall. He wrapped it around his middle and started to walk towards me. I hung my head down and stared at the floor. I was dead for sure if he noticed me eyeballing him. .“Hey kid,” he said stopping directly in front of me. “Sorry to bother you but you’re sitting in front of my locker. Scoot over will ya?” .I did and he reached over to open his locker. When he did the towel around his middle slipped down and his dangling schlong stared me in the face. It didn’t seem to bother him that he was fully exposed again. He began searching in his locker for something as he began slowly stretching and massaging his long fleshy prick with the other. I swear, I really tried not to look but the lust was stronger then common sense at that moment and my eyes were glued to his meaty member. He continued to fondle it and search in his locker and somehow came closer and closer to me until that dick of his was within touching distance to my mouth. I mean, I could smell it, smell the manly musk, the stale sweat and piss of his groin and he began to slowly peel the skin, the fleshly foreskin, back to expose the purplish-colored glanshead of his fuckrod. And my dick was pulsating between my legs and spewing out wads of pre-cum like never before. .“Damn it,” he muttered and continued searching in his locker for whatever it was that he was looking for and he moved another inch or two closer to my face as his hand worked his foreskin all the way back beyond the ridge, entirely exposing the large bulbous head of his cock. It was all wet and moist and glistened and emitted an odor that was intoxicating. I couldn’t control myself any longer and stuck me tongue out and lapped at the half hard shaft that dangled in front of me. The man moved his groin in closer to my face and I licked the thick meat all up and down. He placed his hand in front of my mouth and stuck his fingers in letting me suck on them a few seconds before he pried my mouth opened and positioned his now engorged prick on my lips. I sucked on his pisshead and was rewarded with a copious load of his sweet pre-cum. He pried my mouth open even further and then shoved the entire swollen head of his dick in and I thought I was about to die for pleasure. My tongue danced all over his swollen head and was now savouring the taste of his body that I was only allowed to smell a few seconds ago. .“I knew you wanted it kid,” the man sighed. .And I nodded affirmatively as he pushed his fuckrod deeper into my mouth, gliding the underside of it over my tongue until it felt like it was banging against the back of my throat. I wanted to gag but I didn’t want to let go of this dream dick of his and tried to relax by taking in slow deep breaths. He began sliding his fat member back and forth over my tongue over and over again, fucking me, fucking my mouth and groaning like an animal as he was creating his next orgasm through my slickness. The curly dark hair of his bush was now tickling my nose and the smell of his male musk, the sweat that was embedded in that bush of his was glorious. I wanted to take every thing he had to give me. Yes, I was his boy tonight. His very own boy toy! And I wanted him to remember me. Damn! I was blowing Santa Claus! .The man moaned as he instinctly moved his hips back and forth in the inborn breeding motion of all males. I reached up and began to fondle his large balls. His sack was so wrinkly and so hairy! Damn, I love a man that doesn’t shave his crotch! .“Oh baby!” .Yeah, I was fondling his balls. Or should I say roughing them up and kneading them in my hand like two big wads of clay. .“Oh SHIT! That’s fuckin’ GOOD!” .I knew he’d like that. A big guy like this always likes his fat balls worked over roughly. Makes them groan like a dog in heat and makes them cum like a horse. .“Oh FUCK kid!” .The speed of his bucking hips increased and I intensified the attention that I was giving to his balls. I began pulling them and stretching them in their sack as far as they would go and he groaned and groaned. And I knew that he was getting close. .I undid my jeans with my free hand and worked my own nearly bursting prick out. I didn’t dare stroke it yet or else I would have shot my load then and there and I wanted to save it and cum when he came. But to my surprise the man pulled his hard prick out of my sucking mouth and pulled me up off of the bench with his other hand. .“Get them pants down kid,” he commanded as he turned me around and began jerking my jeans down my legs. “I wanna fuck that sweet little ass of yours but before I do gimme my cap and beard. You, my little friend, are gonna get a genuine royal fucking from Santa Claus!” .I reached over in a daze and handed him his red velvet cap and white beard as a surge of panic overwhelmed me. .I panicked because I had never been fucked before. And I told him so but it fell on deaf ears. He worked my jeans along with my underwear down to my knees after a few seconds when he realized I wasn’t going to do it and pushed me over so that my bared butt was poking upwards, grinning at him. The next thing I felt was one of his fingers as he began probing my crack, feeling for my virgin butthole. .“Please…” I half-whispered. But he continued to ignore me. .And then he found it and I yelped as his fat finger forced its way past my muscle into the dark moist inside of my unfucked hole. .“Nice,” he muttered as he explored my insides with what seemed to be two fingers now. “Really nice.” .And then he yanked his fingers out and pushed the fat bulb of his dick against my bunghole. A new wave of panic overpowered me. How in the hell was he ever going to get that fat poker of his in? I heard him spit and instantly felt his wad of hot spit as it landed on my tender skin and then the push, the hard shove of his swollen mushroom-shaped dickhead as it forced its way past my screaming sphincter muscle. I wanted to scream out as well. The pain was like fire in my ass and then it suddenly turned into a deep pleasure. It was really weird. The scorching pain of being forced was suddenly the joy and the pleasure of getting fucked and the fat head of his cock was banging against my prostate gland producing more and more of those deep waves of pleasure that only a good fuck in the ass can bring. .“SHIT!” the man riding my newly devirginized ass yelled out as the depths of his swollen rod were buried all the way in and the thick wiry hair of his pubes were tickling and scraping my smooth white ass cheeks. “SHIT!” he yelled again and again and intensified the speed of his fucking with each word uttered. .I was in such deep pleasure that I thought I was going to literally die. That big swollen glanshead of his was attacking my prostate over and over again and I knew that when I came it was going to be the biggest and best orgasm that I had ever had. And he was fucking me faster and faster. .“Oh SHIT!” he repeated again and again like a broken record. And then he reached under me and grabbed my dick and squeezed it. “I’m fuckin’ CUMMING!” he said squeezing not only my dick but my balls now as well. I was literally seeing stars! And comets! .And then he let out a deep animal-like groan and I felt his dick expand inside of my gut and a rope of hot searing sperm shot out of his exploding member and flooded my guts with his baby-making juice. Over and over, another rope and another stream of the man’s sperm emptied deep inside of me and at the same time my own dick exploded and shot wad after wad of my own thick cream all over the man’s hand and all over the floor. And then he grunted one last time as his last load of spunk landed inside of me and then he relaxed, his entire big beefy sweat-drenched torso relaxed, almost passed out, on top me. And I dropped limp with the man on top of me. I dropped down on the wooden bench and fell asleep out of sheer sexual exhaustion. .When I woke up he was gone. The beard and red cap was resting on my bare buns. I still had the showers to mop up before I could go home.
THE END
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