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christmas in santa BY sTEVEN sKELLEY
Xmas in Santa by Steven Skelley
It may sound strange to you if you are not a bear lover yourself, but I have always been aroused by the thought of making love to the grinning, lovable Santa Claus that is such an iconic figure in our holiday stories and advertisements. If you are a bear lover, you probably understand just what I am talking about.
Ever since I was a child, I found myself getting an erection when I thought about the bulge in the mature man's red pants. As a teen, Santa became a man I fantasized about as I masturbated fervently and frequently.
As I grew older, I would sometimes see a mature man with that white fringe of hair around a bald spot and I would fantasize about him in a Santa suit. And then I would fantasize that I slowly stripped that suit off him piece by piece until he stood before me naked and aroused. My dream finally came true one wonderful Xmas Eve.
On that particular Xmas Eve, I had made all of my mandatory family Xmas visits and had spent several hours at a friend's Xmas Eve party.
I was casually strolling downtown and enjoying the sights and sounds that are special to that time of year when I noticed a popular older/younger gay men's bar that was still open for business. I decided to stop in for a drink before heading home and to bed for the night.
I took a seat on a bar stool at the old wood and brass bar and ordered a drink from the friendly bartender. There were several couples sitting together in booths chatting quietly between themselves. Some had the look of established lovers. Others seemed to have that excited look of potential lovers to be.
I turned from looking at the various lovers and noticed an amazing sight - Santa had just walked through the door. I am not exaggerating! A gorgeous white bearded mature man dressed in a red Santa outfit and black boots actually walked through the same door I had just minutes before. Even more amazing was the fact that he walked over and sat at the bar stool beside mine.
I must have been staring (and probably drooling) because he looked over at me and laughed as he patted me on the leg and asked, "I am guessing that you'd like to sit on Santa's knee, eh?"
I managed to get control of myself long enough to reply, "I'd actually like to take you home and do a lot more than that!"
Santa's smile got even bigger as he continued to pat my leg and said, "Then why are we still sitting here in this bar? Let's make each others dreams come true."
I didn't need any more invitation than that. I paid my bar tab and Santa and I walked out of the bar together and toward my apartment. Within minutes, we arrived at my place. I unlocked the door and invited him in.
I had barely closed the door when Santa pressed his entire body against mine. My front was pressed against his and my back was pressed against my front door. Santa leaned in and kissed me passionately. His tongue felt its way between my lips and inside my mouth. My tongue met his and our tongues danced together playfully.
We kissed and groped and teased each other in the heat of passion for several erotic minutes and then Santa said, "I want to shower with you."
I caught my heaving breath just long enough to whisper, "Come with me."
He laughed and said, "I intend to come with you and cum with you, sexy!"
I led Santa by the hand into my master bathroom. My fantasy dream came true as I undressed him piece by piece until he stood in front of me completely naked and wonderfully, throbbingly erect.
His cock was beautiful. It was just the right length, thick and uncircumcised. His foreskin was just barely containing his fat, throbbing cock head. There was already a drop of shining precum at the tip.
I started the shower and adjusted the temperature. I tore off my own clothes, took Santa by the hand again and led him into my shower. We kissed passionately, our bodies pressed together as close as we could manage. I could feel his hardness pressing into me. I felt my rock hard cock pressing into him.
I grabbed the soap and began to lather Santa from head to toe, paying special attention to his thick cock and inviting ass. Santa pulled me close and began to lather me as well. As his slippery hands roamed over every inch of my exposed body, I began groaning and moaning louder than I ever had before.
As he washed my back, my hard cock slipped and slid all over his stomach as the soap acted as lube between us. Then Santa turned away from me and placed his hands against the shower head wall. He bent forward and thrust his sexy ass back toward my eager cock. I didn't need any more invitation than that.
I heard the clock chime midnight just as I slid my cock into Santa's welcoming ass. I smiled as the thought crossed my mind, "I am spending Xmas IN Santa!"
I felt my head pass through the tight circle of his ass. It hugged me and encircled me in a perfect fit.
Santa pushed his ass back toward me and took me deeper inside himself. I responded by pushing myself in as deep as I could go. Santa moaned, "Ohhhhhh yes! Give it all to me, please!"
I pulled back slowly until just my head was still inside Santa and then I slowly pushed myself all the way in again. "Oh my God! Faster, please!" Santa cried in pleasure.
I pumped inside him faster and faster and faster. He moaned. I moaned. I gripped him by his chunky hips and guided our rhythm. I slammed my cock forward and he slammed his ass back to take me in again and again.
Finally he cried out, "Ohhhhhhhh! I am coming! Oh my God! I am coming!"
That was all that I needed to hear. Just two pumps later, I thrust my cock as deeply as I could inside him and I came too - shooting my hot juice deep in his willing ass.
After our intense orgasms, we were both gasping. Santa leaned forward and leaned his head against the shower wall. With my cock still spasming inside him, I leaned forward and pressed my chest against his back.
We gasped for breath in rhythm together. My cock softened and finally plopped free. Santa moaned again as my cock popped out of his ass. "That was amazing," he said.
"Yes, it was," I said back to him.
"I hate to make love and then run, but I have to be going," he said regretfully.
"I understand," I replied.
We washed each other one more time. We kissed gently and romantically as we washed and rinsed each other’s bodies.
After we had dried and Santa had dressed back in his red suit and black boots, he took my face in his hands and kissed me once again. Our tongues danced together one more time. He opened my front door and walked away early on Xmas morning.
My dream had come true. I had made love to Santa - even if it was just a sexy mature man in a Santa suit. And now, every Xmas Eve, I go back to that older/younger gay men's bar and sit on that same bar stool and wait for him to arrive.
He always does. It is true - I spend the last few minutes of every Xmas Eve inside that bar so that I can spend every Xmas morning inside Santa.
It may sound strange to you if you are not a bear lover yourself, but I have always been aroused by the thought of making love to the grinning, lovable Santa Claus that is such an iconic figure in our holiday stories and advertisements. If you are a bear lover, you probably understand just what I am talking about.
Ever since I was a child, I found myself getting an erection when I thought about the bulge in the mature man's red pants. As a teen, Santa became a man I fantasized about as I masturbated fervently and frequently.
As I grew older, I would sometimes see a mature man with that white fringe of hair around a bald spot and I would fantasize about him in a Santa suit. And then I would fantasize that I slowly stripped that suit off him piece by piece until he stood before me naked and aroused. My dream finally came true one wonderful Xmas Eve.
On that particular Xmas Eve, I had made all of my mandatory family Xmas visits and had spent several hours at a friend's Xmas Eve party.
I was casually strolling downtown and enjoying the sights and sounds that are special to that time of year when I noticed a popular older/younger gay men's bar that was still open for business. I decided to stop in for a drink before heading home and to bed for the night.
I took a seat on a bar stool at the old wood and brass bar and ordered a drink from the friendly bartender. There were several couples sitting together in booths chatting quietly between themselves. Some had the look of established lovers. Others seemed to have that excited look of potential lovers to be.
I turned from looking at the various lovers and noticed an amazing sight - Santa had just walked through the door. I am not exaggerating! A gorgeous white bearded mature man dressed in a red Santa outfit and black boots actually walked through the same door I had just minutes before. Even more amazing was the fact that he walked over and sat at the bar stool beside mine.
I must have been staring (and probably drooling) because he looked over at me and laughed as he patted me on the leg and asked, "I am guessing that you'd like to sit on Santa's knee, eh?"
I managed to get control of myself long enough to reply, "I'd actually like to take you home and do a lot more than that!"
Santa's smile got even bigger as he continued to pat my leg and said, "Then why are we still sitting here in this bar? Let's make each others dreams come true."
I didn't need any more invitation than that. I paid my bar tab and Santa and I walked out of the bar together and toward my apartment. Within minutes, we arrived at my place. I unlocked the door and invited him in.
I had barely closed the door when Santa pressed his entire body against mine. My front was pressed against his and my back was pressed against my front door. Santa leaned in and kissed me passionately. His tongue felt its way between my lips and inside my mouth. My tongue met his and our tongues danced together playfully.
We kissed and groped and teased each other in the heat of passion for several erotic minutes and then Santa said, "I want to shower with you."
I caught my heaving breath just long enough to whisper, "Come with me."
He laughed and said, "I intend to come with you and cum with you, sexy!"
I led Santa by the hand into my master bathroom. My fantasy dream came true as I undressed him piece by piece until he stood in front of me completely naked and wonderfully, throbbingly erect.
His cock was beautiful. It was just the right length, thick and uncircumcised. His foreskin was just barely containing his fat, throbbing cock head. There was already a drop of shining precum at the tip.
I started the shower and adjusted the temperature. I tore off my own clothes, took Santa by the hand again and led him into my shower. We kissed passionately, our bodies pressed together as close as we could manage. I could feel his hardness pressing into me. I felt my rock hard cock pressing into him.
I grabbed the soap and began to lather Santa from head to toe, paying special attention to his thick cock and inviting ass. Santa pulled me close and began to lather me as well. As his slippery hands roamed over every inch of my exposed body, I began groaning and moaning louder than I ever had before.
As he washed my back, my hard cock slipped and slid all over his stomach as the soap acted as lube between us. Then Santa turned away from me and placed his hands against the shower head wall. He bent forward and thrust his sexy ass back toward my eager cock. I didn't need any more invitation than that.
I heard the clock chime midnight just as I slid my cock into Santa's welcoming ass. I smiled as the thought crossed my mind, "I am spending Xmas IN Santa!"
I felt my head pass through the tight circle of his ass. It hugged me and encircled me in a perfect fit.
Santa pushed his ass back toward me and took me deeper inside himself. I responded by pushing myself in as deep as I could go. Santa moaned, "Ohhhhhh yes! Give it all to me, please!"
I pulled back slowly until just my head was still inside Santa and then I slowly pushed myself all the way in again. "Oh my God! Faster, please!" Santa cried in pleasure.
I pumped inside him faster and faster and faster. He moaned. I moaned. I gripped him by his chunky hips and guided our rhythm. I slammed my cock forward and he slammed his ass back to take me in again and again.
Finally he cried out, "Ohhhhhhhh! I am coming! Oh my God! I am coming!"
That was all that I needed to hear. Just two pumps later, I thrust my cock as deeply as I could inside him and I came too - shooting my hot juice deep in his willing ass.
After our intense orgasms, we were both gasping. Santa leaned forward and leaned his head against the shower wall. With my cock still spasming inside him, I leaned forward and pressed my chest against his back.
We gasped for breath in rhythm together. My cock softened and finally plopped free. Santa moaned again as my cock popped out of his ass. "That was amazing," he said.
"Yes, it was," I said back to him.
"I hate to make love and then run, but I have to be going," he said regretfully.
"I understand," I replied.
We washed each other one more time. We kissed gently and romantically as we washed and rinsed each other’s bodies.
After we had dried and Santa had dressed back in his red suit and black boots, he took my face in his hands and kissed me once again. Our tongues danced together one more time. He opened my front door and walked away early on Xmas morning.
My dream had come true. I had made love to Santa - even if it was just a sexy mature man in a Santa suit. And now, every Xmas Eve, I go back to that older/younger gay men's bar and sit on that same bar stool and wait for him to arrive.
He always does. It is true - I spend the last few minutes of every Xmas Eve inside that bar so that I can spend every Xmas morning inside Santa.
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You'll find more stories like this in The Gay Romance Dreams: Romantic short stories for lovers of gay bears, mature men, chubs and chasers
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Steven Skelley and Thomas Routzong
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