What Did Santa Give the Naughty Boy For Christmas?

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PART TWO: Black Santa pays a visit

 

“You want another gift from Santa, kiddo?” he panted, as he was drilling my ass with no mercy.

“Fuck yeah, Santa!  Empty that sack!” I growled.

I was bent over the makeup table (again) in the janky Santa Village Gingerbread house, while skeezy Mall Santa was raw dogging my ass.  With a quiet “Unnnggghhh” I felt his ginormous cock start throbbing deep in my guts.  A few strokes on my own erection brought my load out.  Out of respect, I aimed for the floor under the table, instead of spackling the makeup mirror again.

This was the third time I’d been back to visit in the week since our first fuck, and it was getting tougher and tougher to come up with excuses for mom as to why I was home so late.  But evidently I was a fucking whore for massive cocks- a person who would lie to baby jesus for the opportunity to get dicked down.  After every time Carl and I fucked, I would jack off multiple times a day thinking about how good it felt to take that 9 incher of his.  After that first breeding session, it was only a matter of time before I went back for seconds….

About 3 days as it turned out.  And then just about every three or so days after.  I was becoming so regular that Eric (Santa’s little helper) and I were kind of becoming buddies.  He’d see me coming and give me a big hug when I got there.  The previous time, he even joined in a little.  He mostly smoked pot and watched Carl and I fuck while jacking his dick.  But eventually I did coax him into letting me suck him off and feel him shoot in my mouth.  It was hot, even if Eric is a bit of a twink and not really my type.

I think we all know what my type is: daddies.  Or more accurately- HUNG daddies.

As Santa’s raw dick slithered from my ass, Carl said, “Hey kid, what are you doing this tomorrow?  Think you can come back for another round?”

“You want me to come back on a Friday night, two days before Christmas?  I dunno if I can swing it—mom is getting suspicious of my absences.  She thinks I’m on drugs.  She checks my eyes when I get home and she’s been leaving anti-drug pamphlets on the kitchen table.  And I know she searches my room when I’m not home.”

“Well, it’ll be worth it if you can.  Remember that other Santa I wanted to introduce you to?  Well ‘Big Terry’ happens to be available Friday, and after hearing me rave about that perky ass of yours, he really wants a turn.  I’ve been talking you up good, so he’s real excited to ‘meat’ up.”  He did the cheesy air quotes around meat and chuckled, so I’d get the double entendre.

Carl had mentioned after our first fuck that he knew of this Black Santa that he’d played with on occasion.  And lord help me, but I have to admit I was intrigued by the thought.  First of all, it was a chance to be fucked by another older man.  And secondly, apparently I was an insatiable cumslut.  Furthermore, I was discovering that I was the stereotypical “size queen”, much to my chagrin.

And, truth be told, I was definitely curious about the black thing.  I’d never been with a black guy before--  I mean, heck, I’d barely been with ANYONE before Carl.  Really just a handful of guys from my school.    And since I was now exploring sex in a bigger way, why not explore a different ethnicity while I was at it?  Plus, if what Carl eluded to was true… this Terry was “big” in exactly the way I liked.

“I’ll try.” I said with a shrug. “Eight o’clock again?  Here?”

“No- needs to be Seven because it’s Friday.  And Kid let me just say… if you think I’m big?  Well, Terry is in a different class.  I can’t wait to see that massive black dong of his sliding into that little muscle ass of yours!  Just make sure you’re good-n-ready for some fucking.”

“Well, I’ll do my best to come up with something so I can be here.” I promised as I was pulling on my clothes.

“You better!  Because hell if I’m taking his dick if you don’t make it!”

 

When I got home from Carl’s latest cuntwrecking, I had to endure mom’s scrutiny again.  While she sniffed my breath and checked my arms for track marks, I decided to tell my mom a whopper of a lie.  I told her I would be hanging out with “the gang” at the Mall again on Friday for some last minute Christmas shopping, and that I’d be home later.  I knew my friends were really doing a movie night at Brit-Brit’s, which I’d begged off, saying I needed to spend time with mom.  Naturally this could all blow up in my face if mom decided to call one of them, but when it came to hanging with my friends, mom generally trusted me.

Friday dawned and I woke up with the nervous knot in my stomach.  I couldn’t stop thinking about the impending fuck later that evening, and I was very distracted all day.  I could barely focus at school at all.  I thought about jacking off at lunch, but I didn’t want to spoil the sexual tension that was brewing.  Thank god it was the last day before break and most teachers had already checked out until the new year.  It was mostly movies and fun in the classes.

Unfortunately I had so much time to kill before the scheduled meetup.  I hung at the school library until 4:30, then went to a coffee shop and read for awhile and played games on my phone.  Then when I was so restless I couldn’t stand it, I drove to the shithole mall.   

So here I was… again.  Nervous as fuck and questioning every decision I ever made which led me to this point.  Was I really the kind of kid who was gonna let sketchy Santa bring in some unknown rando to fuck my ass?  What was I doing?? Since I was early, I aimlessly did laps around trying to quell the butterflies in my stomach while debating myself.

My mind was racing again, matching my heart.  Why was I turned on by the idea of another older man fucking me?  Why does sex with strange men seem to be such an irresistible draw?  Is this really who I am?  And what if the other Santa was so big I couldn’t take it? Or what if it hurt me?

I definitely thought about just leaving—doing a no-show and just being a “good boy” instead.  I have to admit… it was very close.  I actually headed for the exit more than once.  But I kept thinking about “Big” Terry.  Wondering what he’d be like.  Wondering how big his cock would be.  Wondering what it would be like to be used by TWO santas?  And just like a gay man, my dick made the decision for me.

Well, the appointed time rolled around, and my feet led me down to Santa’s village like I was on autopilot.  It was deserted- Eric wasn’t even there, and the sign said closed—per usual.  I crossed the velvet rope and went up to the Gingerbread house and knocked softly.

“Come on in, kid,” Carl said.

I casually looked around to make sure I wasn’t being watched too closely, and then I snuck inside.  I could instantly tell it was just Carl and me in the place.

“Oh,” I said, a bit crestfallen.  And Carl just chuckled.

“Don’t worry kid, he’s on his way.  Had to meet up with his parole officer first,” he says.

“Oh? Um…,” I said again... a bit more brightly.  But my guts clenched a little bit.  Parole officer??  I looked at Carl questioningly.

Carl seemed to know what I was thinking.  “Yeah, kid, Terry and I met in the joint.  We were the two biggest swingin’ dicks in the place, and we tag teamed a ton of guys.  Some even actually wanted it.” He smiled darkly.  “I’m the one who got him this gig after he got out.  It’ll be good to tag fuck with him again.  It’s been too long.”

I swallowed nervously.

“Don’t worry, kiddo, we ain’t gonna prison rape you.  This is just about having some fun.”

“Ok,” I nodded.  “I’m pretty nervous, but also kinda anxious and excited… you know?”

Carl smiled.  “Damn, I sure hope you’re ready for this kiddo.  You know what they say about your eyes being bigger than your stomach?  Well… same concept applies here, but for your asshole.  So let’s get you warmed up some.  Why don’t you strip down and then get that pretty mouth on my dick?”

I didn’t have to be asked twice.  Plus, I figured getting down to business might calm my nerves a little.  I quickly stripped down to my jockstrap (left over from gym class today) and then knelt in front of Carl.

Carl knew what I liked by now.  He left the Santa beard and pants with the suspenders on—and was wearing his grubby wife beater.  He just undid the fly in the red fur pants and hauled his cock and balls out for me to have unfettered access.  And then he sat there and smoked and drank some Jack while I worked him.

When he flopped out his junk, I sighed audibly and Carl chuckled.  God his cock was beautiful!  I worshiped it every time we got together.  Three hands worth, and uncut.  And pretty meaty.  And just… wow.  It was amazing to behold.  And to suck.  I found I really liked to play with the foreskin with my tongue and fingers, and work him well with my mouth while I tugged down on his low hangers.

I was getting better at taking him.  I could work him a bit down my throat now—not far, and I would still gag pretty often.  But I could at least get about half of him in my mouth now.  Which he loved.

“Goddamn boy—sometime you gotta let me cum in your mouth!  Although we both know where you like the cum best,” he said salaciously.  I made appreciative humming noises while sucking away.

I had Carl at full mast and leaking precum when there was a quiet knock at the door.

“That you, Terry?” Carl called out.

“Yeah,” came the deep gravelly response from the other side of the door.

“Come on in,” Carl said, “And lock the door behind you.”

I paused with Carl’s dick in my mouth, watching the door to catch a glimpse of Big Terry.  The door opened, and all light from the mall was basically eclipsed by the figure wedging his way inside.

Big Terry was, well… big.  Very big.  He had to be like 6’5” and lord knows how heavy.  Like 280 maybe?  But not really fat.  No, he was just thick and heavily muscled which I could see when he wrestled himself out of his coat.  And when he pulled off his sweatshirt—heavily tattooed as well.  He had a thick, dark beard on him and close cropped hair.

Terry locked the door and looked down at me with Carl’s dick in my mouth.  He was such an imposing figure I involuntarily shuddered.  He smirked.

“So, dis the hungry little fuckboy you got, huh?  Damn!  He a little thing!  Sure hope he don’t rip in half!” Terry laughed, rich and low.

“Terry, this is Kyle.  Kyle?  Terry.”  I pulled my mouth off of Carl’s dick and sort of half waved at Terry.  I looked away quickly, afraid to meet his eyes.

“Yeah, we’re gonna have to be a little gentle with him,” Carl says matter of factly.   “At least to start with.  We don’t to put the boy in the infirmary for Christmas.  But trust me when I say, this kid can take some cock once he gets going.  He just took another load from me last night and he’s already hungry for more.”

“Damn, we get to rawdog him, Carl?” Terry says with raised eyebrows.

“Oh yeah.  Didn’t I tell you?  Kid loves the cum deep.”

“Fuuuuck yeah,” Terry hummed.  “My bitch always be making me wear a condom so she don’t get pregnant. Again.  Half the time the fuckers rip anyway so I know imma be payin for another abortion soon.  It’ll feel good to fuck the old fashioned way.”

“Just like the good ol days on Cellblock D,” Carl chimed in.  And they both shared a laugh.

Carl poured Terry some Jack and then flexed his cock at me.

I went back to sucking and he moaned appreciatively.  I stole a glance at Big Terry while working Carl.  He was watching me work Carl’s dick with dark,  hooded eyes.  Terry started to rub his crotch while staring at me and licking his lips  I could see a hefty swell starting in his sweat pants, and I was anxious to see just what I was getting myself into.  Or more accurately, what I was going to be getting into myself.

With Terry’s mass in the gingerbread house, there really didn’t seem to be any room left to maneuver.  I started wondering how all this was all gonna work.  Thankfully Carl evidently had some experience in these matters and he became the scene director.

Carl could sense that I was anxious to get a peek at Terry.  After another minute or so of me sucking, Carl stood up, leaving me on my knees.  He shimmied his way behind me and then stood me up and bent me over gently.  As Carl was kneeling behind me, he said, “Terry, why don’t you let him suck you a bit while I get him nice n wet.”  Then he dove his tongue into my pucker which Carl knew was the key to unlocking my inhibitions.

I moaned and made grabbing motions for Terry to move closer.  He was still in the dark sweat pants and a sleeveless T, and the left leg of the sweats was already tenting out from his body.  I reached up and tugged down the waistband to finally get a glimpse of what would be wrecking my hole later and…

O. Holy. Beercan.

Now I know that guys that are girthy always compare their cocks to beercans.  You hear it a lot, and they even take pics of their cocks next to soda cans and shampoo bottles, etc. Butmost of them aren’t really beercan sized, they’re just thicker than normal dicks.  But Terry?  It was legit FAT. When I reached out my hand to touch it, it was as wide as my hand across the four knuckles.  And it wasn’t just fat in like one spot.  Or just flat and wide. The entire length looked round and about equal in girth. With a bulbous, shiny, ruddy purple knob of a head at the end.

And it wasn’t just ridiculously fat.  Oh no, It was long, too.  Terry wasn’t even fully hard yet, but Jesus fucking Christ.  It arced down and away from his body.  There was no telling exactly how big he’d be once fully aroused and I caught myself wondering if he had enough extra blood to fill that cunt wrecker!

“Hoooooooly… Fuck…,” I whispered while grabbing it at the root.  The girth wasn’t human.  My hand didn’t even come close to touching around it.  Fuck “beercan”… it was more like a bottle of SmartWater.

“Shit, I ain’t even hard yet,” Terry says while taking a swig of Jack.

“Can… can… your girlfriend take all that?” I stammered.

“Naw.  She cry when I throw it to her. She say she like it, but she sure try to run away when I’m hitting it.  You ain’t gonna run now, are ya?  Carl said you can take it all.  Like all dat prison ass.  Bitches in there would take it all… eventually.  Hell, there was even this one guard….”

“Brad.” Carl says while his face is still have buried in my ass.

“Yeah, Brad.  That fucker… Jesus.  I miss that ass.  That fuckin married, muscle cracker sonofabitch really got off on being a pussy bitch for black cock”

Great.  So Carl promised I could take it and now I had to try to compete with this Brad guy.  I said a silent prayer that I would be a god bottom for him— or at the very least not fail miserably..

The talk about Brad and fucking seemed to get Terry more aroused.  He was definitely almost at full mast, and it was massive.  I was happy to see he was not quite as long as Carl at probably a solid 8 inches , but damn. He was probably twice as thick. The thought  trying to get it inside me made me break out in a sweat.

But- I’m a size queen, so I couldn’t wait any longer.  As Carl tongued my ass, I slowly snuck out my tongue and licked the tip of Terry’s cock.  It jumped appreciatively.  With one hand on the table for balance and one gripping Terry’s cock, I slowly worked my mouth over his head.

Let me just say—sucking him was impossible.  Absolutely fucking impossible.  He was just too damn thick.  I honestly don’t know how anyone could blow him, unless they had an inordinately large mouth or a dislocated jaw.  I was able to get his head in my mouth (barely), and just a fraction of the shaft.. and that was it.  I couldn’t really even work it for fear of grazing my teeth on him.  And there wasn’t much room for my tongue to dig around it.  So I was basically forced to sort of scrub my tongue on the underside of his head.

That being said, I gave it the ol college try.  I did what I could.  Slurped and sucked.  Licked up and down his shaft- which had this deliciously thick vein running the length of it.  Cupped his balls and worked him as best I could while using my hand to milk up precum- which Terry was oozing galore. And Terry moaned appreciatively along with what I was able to do, even in my limited capacity.

“Carl, imma need to fuck this little bitch soon, so you best be gettin to opening him up,” Terry growled.

Carl didn’t need any more prompting.  He stood up, and reached behind the makeup mirror and brought out a little Christmas gift bag which I saw reflected in the mirror.

“What’s that?” I asked, taking my mouth off Terry’s dick just long enough to enquire.

“Oh, this is a little gift bag from Eric.  He knew Terry was coming, so he got you a couple things to help out.”  And with that Carl pulled out a small bottle of Swiss Navy silicone lube, and a shiny metal aerosol can of some sort.

“He figured the silicone lube would help things slide a bit better,” Carl said while pumping out a healthy amount into his hand.  I felt him lube up my hole, and then watched him stroke his cock in the mirror with it to get himself ready.

“What’s the silver can?” I asked.

“Maximum Impact spray poppers,” Carl said.  “You hold off on those until Terry is ready to fuck you.  They’re stronger than the other poppers- You’ll be glad to have them.”

I went back to sucking on Terry and I felt Carl position his head at my ass.  Then he handed me the old bottle of poppers.  I took a small whiff, and Carl began to slide in.

Let me just say- the silicone lube was a godsend!  I made a mental note to thank Eric later for his thoughtfulness.  After being fucked by Vaseline, this felt like a dream.  Carl’s dick, while still stretching the heck out of me, slid in with virtually no issue.  He hit my second ring, pulled all the way out, relubed, and slid back in—this time to the hilt.

So.  Fucking.  Amazing.

When Carl popped beyond my second ring, it sent me into a frenzy.  I started jacking and sucking the hell out of Terry’s monster, while Carl slowfucked me deep.  I was hitting the poppers and soon tossing my ass back onto Carl with some fierceness.  I was worried that after being railed by him yesterday I wasn’t going to be able to take him today, but the opposite seemed true.  I was in full on fuck mode, everything was lined up and working, and couldn’t seem to get enough of his dick.

Terry pulled a bit away from me, stood back, and crossed his arms in front of his massive chest. He kept his massive dick just out reach while he watched Carl fuck me.  I actually appreciated this, as trying to be a good bottom AND also trying to deal with Terry’s massive cock was just too distracting for me.  It was hard to do both effectively and maintain my balance.  Besides, right now I really needed to focus on all the pleasure that was happening in my ass!

Carl pumped some more lube on his dick while fucking me, and then I felt some additional pressure at my hole.  Carl actually worked a finger into me during one of his thrusts in, and I could feel the pinch at my hole and the pressure of the extra stretching.  And after a few minutes, more pressure and I knew Carl was working in another finger.  And then another.

Jesus, my hole was hurting a bit, but it also felt glorious.  I kept hitting the poppers and I was really gooning out while Terry egged us on.  “Fuck yeah!  Get that pussy ready for me!  You ready for dis meat, bud?  You want dis big black cock?  You ready for a cuntwreckin’, white boy?”

All I could do was nod.

“Ok, Terry.  I think I got him about as open as I can.  Now, go a bit easy on him—I don’t want that hole ruined before I get my nut.”

“We’ll see,” Terry chuckled. “My dick ain’t been this excited to fuck for awhile!”

I felt Carl pull his fingers and cock out of me.  God I felt so empty!  And then he gently spun me around so my ass faced Terry.

Terry pulled my jock down in one swift motion. I stepped out of it and handed it to me.  “I want that ass naked,” he said as he did it.  He then added some more lube to my hole with his thick fingers, and I heard him slicking up his dick with several more  pumps of lube.

“Now might be a good time to hit those other poppers,” Terry said.  I could feel him sliding his cockhead up and down my ass crack.  It felt like a fist back there.

I looked at Carl, confused.  He took my jock from me, grabbed the Maximum Impact, and sprayed it into the cup portion of my jockstrap.  Then he handed it back to me.  “Put this over your mouth and nose and inhale—and then get ready to go to Mars.”

I did like he said.

At first I wasn’t sure what the deal was- other than the different smell.  But then… whoa.  Everything got very fuzzy and warm and my vision blurred.  I got tingly and hot all over, and that’s when I heard Carl say, “Now.”  And Terry started to enter me.

JESUS! Fuck me sideways, it hurt like a motherfucker!!  Even with the spray popper high, I cried out “OW!OW!OW!OW!OW!” and tried to push my hand back on Terry to stop him.  To his credit, he stopped and didn’t try to force things.  He pulled out, relubed his head, and started in again.  Slowly.  Back and forth.  Easing it a bit further each time.

It literally felt like I was being fucked with a baseball bat.

Carl fed me some more spray poppers, and with the slow in and out motion, Terry was ever so slowly working himself inside me.  Just about when I thought I couldn’t take much more, he slid out, relubed, and pushed back in with a steady motion.

I was sort of amazed that my ass suddenly seemed to cooperate.  Yes it hurt.  Yes it felt like my hole was tearing a bit and it burned like hell.  But it was also going in.  I think it was maybe because I finally stopped tensing up and fighting it.

Terry’s massive hands found my hips, and I felt him pull me back toward him.  His massive knob hit my second ring… and stopped.  Damn I wanted it to go further—all the way in—but fuck it hurt, too. I wondered if maybe this was as far as he would go.  But this wasn’t Terry’s first time at the rodeo, and he knew how to use his weapon.

He started to slow fuck me—right there.  Right where his head was gently nudging my second ring.  Kind of like what he did at the beginning to my butthole.  Slowly working it.  Teasing the depths of my ass. Getting me used to his girth.  To that big head.

“Carl, give him one more hit and we’ll be home free,” Terry said.  Carl sprayed my jock again, and I inhaled deeply.  I think Terry felt me relax, because with a slow but steady push he slid his massive prong up past my second ring.

“Ugggggghhhhnnnnnnhhhhhhhhh,” was about all I could manage with an elated exhale when his head popped in and he bottomed out inside me.  All the tension left my body and I could feel his pubes on my asscheeks as he was buried in me to the hilt.

The feeling of all that dick inside me was… well, it’s indescribable.  I was so full.  So stretched.  So fucking turned on!  I wondered dimly if this is why guys liked being fisted? My body started to shiver and buck almost uncontrollably as Terry made micro thrusts deep inside me. I kept exclaiming, “Oh!  Oh!  OH!” every time Terry bottomed out.  It was like nothing I’d felt before- like my full body being on the edge of a big sneeze.

“Kid’s having an anal orgasm, Terry,” Carl said appreciately.  “Told you this little cocksucker was built to fuck!”

What Terry was doing to me was making me go berserk.  I grabbed Carl’s cock and basically forced him into my mouth.  I was in a fuck frenzy, and I didn’t even care that Carla cock was covered in lube and had been deep in the nether regions of my butthole.  I had more of Carl’s cock down my throat than I ever had managed before- like part way down my esophagus.  And while doing this, Terry started to fuck me with more of his dick.

Longer and longer strokes were entering my ass.  He was now giving me almost his full shaft on each thrust, and his head was punching my second ring like a prize fighter.  And I couldn’t get enough.  My whole body was vibrating as he fucked me as I freely choked and gagged myself on Carl.

“Whoa kid, slow down!” Carl commanded.  “I’m getting close and I wanna knock up that ass for Terry.  He loves a cummy cunt.”

Terry pulled from me abruptly, and he reached down and grabbed my legs behind my knees.  And then he hoisted me up and back into his chest in one smooth motion. He was leaning back a little and holding my legs open for Carl.  And without missing a beat, Carl spit on his cock and shoved it inside me.

After Terry, taking Carl was a piece of cake.  In fact, it felt fucking incredible.  All the long dicking and second ring punching, but with none of the pain.  It was just all pleasure upon pleasure upon pleasure, and I could now actually squeeze my hole around Carl’s dick and grip him on the pull outs. Carl was really throwing the meat to me.  Harder than he ever had before and he had this greedy, happy look on his face.  I reached forward and tugged Carl’s nipples through his wife beater as he plowed me mercilessly.

“Fuck boy!  Here cums a big gift!”  I just looked into Carl’s eyes and nodded as he scrunched up his face with his orgasm.  “Uggggggghhhhhh!” he grunted and I could feel every throb deep inside me, just as before.  Pulse after pulse of sperm dumping deep into my guts. I squeezed and pulsed my ass around his dick to make him shudder and buck.

Eventually his orgasm subsided, and he pulled out of me unceremoniously.

“There you go, Terry.  Now scrub that load into his guts. Get him pregnant!”

Carl backed away and sat on the edge of the makeup table, sweaty and exhausted. His softening cock drooling a last bit of semen onto his Santa pants.  Terry dropped me down and then sat in the chair- his cock sticking up obscenely.

“Ride this dick, bitch,” he commanded.

I pumped a bit more lube onto his dick, took another hit of spray poppers, and then impaled myself onto Terry in one fell swoop.  The pain and pleasure of it were glorious.

“DAMN,” Terry moaned, as I started to work my ass up and down on his massive tool.  I was using the arms of the chair to help steady and hover myself as I reverse cowgirled the fuck out of him.  I was still in fuck frenzy mode, so I was really going to town on his dick.  Grinding down.  Sliding up and down fast.  Working just the head.  Gripping him as best I could with my wrecked anus to try to stroke out a load.

Terry’s hard cock seemed to get impossibly harder and thicker inside me.  I felt his hands on my hips again.  He gripped me hard and started to physically lifting and lowering my body up and down on his dick.  He was using me like a human sized fleshlight, taking his pleasure out of my hole.  I wasn’t really even helping him— I just kept my balance and let him throw me onto his dong.

Feeling Terry’s strength and being used like this was the last straw for me.  I’d been on the edge so long, my orgasm surprised me.  With a gasp I started unloading my balls.  Gobbets of cum started spraying everywhere.  Each impact of Terry’s dick inside me threw bits of my seed everywhere.  After the first few spurts, Carl bent down put his mouth on my dick to collect the mess.

My orgasm triggered Terry.  “Aww fuck, I’m about to nut!” he panted, and then he slammed me down onto his crotch hard.  I felt that massive head unleash jet after jet of hot semen inside me.  Terry made little moans with each pulse of his cock and I could feel his massive head swell with each spurt .  And I swear could actually FEEL his cum hitting deep inside me.  I definitely felt the volume- as my ass started feeling uncomfortably full. It was surreal.

After all of the seismic quakes of our respective orgasms subsided, I collapsed back into Terry’s chest, as his hands gently caressed my nipples, making me shiver over and over.

“Shit, Carl.  Dat was good pussy,” Terry sighed.

“I fuckin told you.  It was good to tag team a hole again, wasn’t it?” Carl said.  Terry nodded in agreement.

“Was I… was I… as good… as Brad?” I finally panted.

Both Carl and Terry chuckled softly.

“Aww baby,” Terry purred, “there ain’t no comparison.”  He kissed my neck and to emphasize his point, he flexed his cock a little inside me.

After sitting a bit longer with Terry’s softening (yet still prodigious) cock still inside me, I slowly stood up and did the long, slow pullout.  His big head popped free and a hefty blob of semen dropped out of me.

“Jesus—I don’t think any of my internal organs are where they are supposed to be,” I said as my legs wobbled a bit.  My hole was on fire and I had an ache deep in my guts where they’d punched my second ring repeatedly.

Slowly we all got dressed.  Terry left first, saying he really needed to get home.  He was also worried about how he was gonna explain not wanting to fuck his woman later. “Guess I got a headache,” he quipped.

Carl and I left the Gingerbread hut together.  I wished him a merry Christmas, and he wished me one as well.  As Carl headed for his exit he waved and said, “Until next time.”  And then he was out into the night. I hobbled onward, with my ass on fire and leaking into my jeans. I paused and looked back wistfully at that sad, sketchy, Santa village..  Christmas was in a couple days, and after that Santa’s village would be packed away until next year..  Deep inside I think I knew there wouldn’t be a ‘next time’.  I mean how I would find him and where we might fuck if we were to hook up again.

I gingerly walked out to my car and headed for home.

Epilogue:

It turns out that I never saw Carl or Terry again after that night. And it would be many years until I found cocks of comparable size to remind my hole why I love the big ones. But that didn’t stop me from looking and filling the void with lots (and LOTS) of other, more modestly equipped men. You’d be surprised at how many older, married guys want a 20 year old piece of ass!

And as for Carl and his Christmas gifts?  Well, I didn’t grasp the full meaning of it until I got sick around  new years with the flu. Mom said it was going around— just not this particular flu. I discovered later at student health my freshman year of college that Carl and Terry indeed knocked me up and I was HIV positive.

A Christmas gift I would have forever. And one I definitely planned on regifting as often as I could.

 

 

[BlindRawFucker1]

So Hot!

 

Thanks for such a wonderful belated Christmas present for us all.

[gottahavit]

Great story! You sure gave Kyle a fulfilling journey and I loved how helpful and generous Carl was 😈

[Cornyoldfuck]

wish someone was that generous to me

[austin_submale]

Nice part 2!!!

 

[Tetra]

Thanks for the part 2! Good boys get the best gifts, after all! 

[negchaserlooking]

Thanks for a great story. There is a great spinoff story there with Kyle if you choose to go down that path. Just a suggestion @Spermpig

[kiraizuru]

Thank you for an amazing story. Maybe the new Santa regifting journey sometime? 😈

[Marlin]

On 1/14/2024 at 11:08 AM, Spermpig said:

And as for Carl and his Christmas gifts?  Well, I didn’t grasp the full meaning of it until I got sick around  new years with the flu. Mom said it was going around— just not this particular flu. I discovered later at student health my freshman year of college that Carl and Terry indeed knocked me up and I was HIV positive.

A Christmas gift I would have forever. And one I definitely planned on regifting as often as I could.

Great ending.....Perhaps a new story of his adventures knocking up his classmates

[gingerballs]

Wow. So hot. I couldn't even manage a Carl now let alone a Terry.