Date: Sat, 23 Dec 2006 10:07:37 -0800 (PST)
From: Bill Thomas <hottoppop@yahoo.com>
Subject: Here Comes Santa

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I was driving home to Boston on the night before
Christmas after spending the day and early evening
with my 12 year old son.  His mother and I had a
friendly divorce two years ago and she had recently
remarried and moved to Waterville, Maine where her new
husband and former professor.  John had taken a
position at Colby College.   Kate and I had married
very young.  We both had finished our educations and,
as we grew up, found that we were only friends and not
lovers.  Our son was the best thing that happened to
the two of us.  I have to admit, I had not moved on to
another relationship; I was a bit gun shy.
I was not looking forward to Christmas.  My parents
and family, or what was left of it, were in Florida
and we were not close anyway.  I would be alone as I
was too private and too proud to admit to friends and
co-workers at the engineering firm where I worked that
I was by myself.

I stopped at the McDonalds in Freeport about 10:20 pm.
A need for Coffee and the men's room were calling me.
The place was just about deserted with only a
skeleton crew at the counter.  I entered the men's
room and heard, rather than saw a quick movement at
the urinals.  A big Sanata stood at one urinal with
his pants down around his wide hips and a slim young
guy in an elf's suit, probably a college student,
stood at the sink.  The kid's face was bright red.
His clothes were disheveled I noticed.  I'm not gay
and I'm not bi-sexual either; or so I thought.  I
guessed that I had broken up a rendevois, a quickie.
I have no hang-ups that I'm aware of.   If you were to
have asked  that night what my sexual orientation was,
the answer woulod have been "No Sex."

My own face blushing, I smiled at Santa and mumbeled,
"Sorry, I'll be gone in just a minute."  Santa gave me
a huge smile and laughed saying that they were
finished.  He continued to stand next to me and
watched as I opened my fly and took out my cock.  I
looked him over.  he stood over 6' tall and probably
weighed about 200-210 lbs.  His beard was white and it
was real; his eyes were blue.  He lookied like a
wonderful Santa ought to look, except that he was
reasonably fit.  The pillow belly was resting in the
crotch of the suit pants which remained down around
his knees.  I guessed he was about 50.

I was semi-hard as the need to piss had caused me to
fill.  I am not a shy guy so I just let it go. I'm
about 7.5 inches in length or I was when last I
measured it.  It's uncut, loose skin, mushroom head
and I think, a bit on the thick side,  Not being a
cock conisseur, I can't tell you that I am "hung."
I'm 32 now and that would have been about 16 years
ago.   I noticed Santa's hand begin to pull on his own
fat prick.  Time, place, need - I'm not sure, but I
was getting turned on.  I began to match him stroke
for stroke.  We both turned as Elf boy lexited the
men's room.  He did not say anything but he pushed the
lock button in as he closed the door.

Santa said softly, "May I?" and reached his hand for
my cock.  Startled, I pulled away quickly.  "I'm
sorry."  I guess I misunderstood." he said rather
sadly.

"No, it's just that I've never..."  I cut off my
answer.  I turned back towards him and my now very
hard cock pushed into his palm.  His big hand closed
around me and he gently began stroking.  I gasped and
used one hand against the wall to steady myself.

"Are you really a virgin as far as man sex is
concerned?" Santa asked.
I nodded and blushed even more brightly.   "Want to
come home with me?"    It was my turn to nod yes.
"Let's go."

I followed him out to the parking lot where he went
towards a big red double cab Dodge truck.  It fit him
I thought.  He told me to follow and I did just that.
After about 20 minutes we were at a water-front
converted cottage on a point of land just outside of
Brunswick. It looked, in the dark, to be large and
well designed.  Pulling into the now open garage,
Santa pointed to the empty spot beside his truck and
the door began to close behind me immediately.  I felt
almost a trapped sensation but looking at Santa's big
smile through my car window, I relaxed a bit.  Even
before we went into the house,  He gave me a huge bear
hug.  Human contact, other than a quick good-bye hug
from my son, had been missing from my life.  I held on
for several moments and that was fine with Santa.

"Come inside now,"   and taking my hand he led me
directly to his bedroom on the second floor.  The
drapes were open and the moonlight on the water, not
more that 150 feet away was breathtaking.
I stood facing the windows not moving.  Santa came up
behind me and his arms circled my body and he hugged
me to him.  being 5'8",  the back of my head rested on
the fur trimming of his jacket.  His hands began
slowly stroking my body and I grew hard immediately.
"Nice." was all he said as his hand closed on my cock.
 I leaked pre-cum through my pants and he took his
fingers away and I watched the reflection in the
window as he stuck a finger into his mouth and smiled.
 Santa began to undress me and I stood quietly and let
him do as he wished.  Once I was naked, he undressed
himself.  I still faced the window; hoping that there
was nobody out in his backyard.  I watched him as he
removed his clothes.  he was a polar bear I thought.
Once again he pulled me back to him and his very hairy
chest felt good against my bare skin.  His mouth
closed on my ear and he began softly pulling the lobe
with his lips.  In just moments I was gasping and I
turned my head just enough to say something and I
found his tongue against my own lips.  I resisted for
a brief moment and then let him in.  I think it's the
most erotic kiss I have ever had.  After several
moments, of being face to face, chest to chest and
cock to cock, Santa knelt and took me into his mouth.
In what seemed to be just seconds. I was shooting
streams of cum into his mouth.  It trickled out onto
his mustache and beard.  I could not stand for him to
move his tongue and pulled my now soft cock from him.
I sagged against him and he stood and held me tightly
against him as I shuddered.  Once again, he kissed me
and once again, I hesitated for just a single moment
and then I pushed my own tongue half way down his
throat.  In moments we were stretched out on his soft
bed.  How that happened, I can not tell you.
The rest of that night flew by.  I think we slept,
made love, and slept again.  As Santa did things to
me, I tried to do them back to him as well.  The first
time I brought him off, after a moment or two, he
began singing, "Here Comes Santa Claus."  It's stimm
my favorite song.

He laughed at one point when I had my legs up over my
head.
"Not yet, son, not yet." he said softly.  I'll tell
you when you are ready for that.  Now, lie down and
let me take you inside of me again.  I did as I was
told and soon Santa was shooting ribbon candy cum all
over my face and chest.  Licking it off of me, he
kissed me again and again and I met each with
eagerness and anticipation.  It was several weeks
before I had him inside of me and it was a magnificent
experience.

That beautiful morning we shared life stories.  Santa
was a research scientist and the best part was that he
lived in Boston too.  He made an offer I could not
refuse; he asked if I would stay with him in Maine for
a few days.  I did and Christopher and I have been
together now for more than 10 years.  Each and every
day is as good as that very first Christmas Eve.  That
was indeed, a very Merry Christmas.