Daddy Bear - Christmas

As I glance between the clock and the Bank’s window out to the street, time is dragging. People are rushing by with bags, and they’re probably full of last-minute Christmas shopping. I can’t wait for four o’clock to arrive. This year will be our first Christmas together in Brighton. Ever since we moved here, things between Frank and me have been so great. I’m his world, and he is mine. The clock hits four; I click shut down on the computer then take my till drawer out to the back office.

“Hey Carter, just drop the drawer on the side, you can head off, I will do the final banking and finish up here,” Sandra says.

It didn’t take long for me to settle into this new branch and Sandra, the manager, is lovely.

“Thanks, Sandra,” I say without hesitation. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, have a good one.” She says.

“You too.” I’m still pulling on my coat, hat and scarf as I rush out of the back door. Slipping on earphones, I hit play on my phone, The first piano notes from Frankie’s Power of Love ring around my head. The chill in the air hits my face as I take in a deep breath; the smell of roasting chestnuts fills the air. My skin tingles, now it feels like Christmas. I have a few days off to spend with Daddy. As I look down the street, I can see lights strung between the lamp posts. They flash and twinkle in the shape of snowflakes and snowmen.

A single snowflake hits my nose; the warmth of my skin makes it melt, sending shivers through me. The excitement of a possible white Christmas building as I see more snow slowly drifting in the air in front of me. How fantastic would that be for our first one in the new apartment it would be so special?

I’m lost in the music as I walk towards the seafront. The towns large tree glistens in the distance. I wonder what presents Frank has got me, not that the presents matter. Having him beats all my Christmas presents. He has gone so over the top with decorations, and our home looks like a Santa’s grotto. I didn’t realise he loves Christmas so much, but I love it that he does. We have his mum coming for dinner tomorrow, I’ve met her several times now, even though she seems to forget who I am at times she is adorable and is always telling Frank how lovely I am which makes me blush.

The song ends, and Last Christmas begins to play as I reach the end of the street. The tree towers above me draped in blue lights. The snow is falling heavier now. I stare at the tree and smile; this is always a wonderful time of year. When people forgive and forget, sharing special moments and love.

Pulling the phone out of my pocket, I scroll through the contacts selecting Brandon’s name. His face appears on the screen. Shivers run down my spine, my heart thuds against my chest as I take a deep breath, hovering a finger over the call button.

I stare at his face and the memories of that night in the flat flood into my mind. I can’t do it. I know it’s the time to forgive, but I still can’t forgive him for what he did. I slide the phone back into my pocket. Feeling my heart sink a little as I think about what he will be doing this year? Will he be alone in the flat? I hope not, and I hope he meets someone and finds the same happiness that I have with Frank. It’s strange how something can happen to change you from best friends to strangers so quickly. Maybe I will catch up with him next year.

I continue walking along the seafront towards our apartment block. The apartment has a private roof terrace. It wasn’t cheap, but Frank said it would be great in the summer as we can sunbathe nude on the roof. That sold it to me instantly, aside from that the view out the windows over the sea is impressive. I couldn’t wish for a better place to live with him.

By the time I reach home, the snow is beginning to settle on the path, a light dusting, and I can see footsteps behind me. Inside the building, I stamp my feet on the mat and turn off the music, removing my hat and earphones. Inside the building feels warm after the chill outside. I press the button for the lift, the building is only four floors high, but I can’t be bothered to walk up the stairs.

Opening the door to the apartment, I step inside and hang my coat, hat and scarf on the hook by the door before kicking off my shoes.

Standing near the door in my work suit, I call out, “Daddy. I’m home.”

Frank steps out from the bedroom and leans against the door frame, my skin goose-bumps as shivers run down my spine, my cock stiffening, my mouth gaping open as I look at him.

He is wearing black leather boots. The tan is slightly fading on his muscular hairy legs, bare skin showing up to the bottom of the skimpy red silk shorts. His leather chest harness is strapped tightly into his thick dark chest hair. I lick my lips at the sight of him. He looks so fucking handsome in the cute Santa hat as he sucks seductively on a red and white candy cane. I feel my legs tremble and my cock leak as he slowly pulls the candy out of his lips and drags his tongue along it.

“Merry Christmas Boy, Santa Bear has a present for you.” The gravel in his voice makes my cock twitch, as my eyes follow his fingers. They stroke along the length of his hard cock that’s straining against his shorts.

My heart is crashing against my chest as I stare at him, unable to move. He quickly closes the space between us. He licks the candy cane then drags it across my bottom lip, the sweet taste forcing my tongue to follow it before he drops it onto the floor. “I’ve been waiting for you,” he growls.

I catch my breath as my skin tingles, trying to calm myself, but I don’t stand a chance as he twists my tie into his fist. Leading me into the lounge like a dog on a leash he stops in front of the imitation roaring log fire then turns to face me.

“Have you been naughty or nice?” he whispers.

I almost came in my pants as he teases me with his words.

“Naughty…” My cock is throbbing as he loosens my tie.

“You know what a naughty boy gets, don’t you.”

“Yes, Santa.”

He pulls the tie from my neck and throws it onto the floor. Leaning forward, he presses his lips to my ear and whispers, “I’m going to strip you, then fuck you, naughty Boy.”

His words make me whimper, and my body shivers.

He removes my jacket then slowly unbuttons my shirt; his eyes remain fixed on mine as he slips the shirt from my shoulders. I moan with each soft kiss he places against my neck. My nipples stiffen as he teases them with his thumbs.

He trails kisses down my hairless chest as he lowers himself to his knees. Unbuckling my belt, he releases the button on my trousers and slowly pulls the zipper down. The temptation to grab his head and thrust his face against my cock is overwhelming, but I know better than to do that to Daddy.

Sliding my trousers to the floor, he lifts my feet to free them before tossing them to the side. I’m now standing in my tight white briefs and black socks. The wet patch on my briefs is growing as my cock leaks in anticipation of what is coming next.

I moan loudly as his tongue licks along my shaft, nibbling my cock head he sucks the wet material into his mouth, and I hear him growl as he tastes my pre-cum. He stands in front of me, then walks behind me, his hands squeeze my arse cheeks as I feel the warmth of his breath against my ear. “Get down on your hands and knees and crawl onto the chair.”

“Yes, Santa.” I whimper, lowering myself to the floor, glancing back up at him. My sexy Santa staring down at me as I slowly crawl towards the leather chair next to the fireplace. I wiggle my arse, teasing him as I climb onto the chair, bracing myself against the high back.

“My naughty Boy needs to be taught a lesson.” He says as he walks towards me. He rubs his hand over my backside before pulling my briefs down to reveal my smooth bare arse to him. I feel his fingers trace across my cheeks, making me moan and bury my face into the back of the chair. He pulls my cheeks apart, and I let out a low growl as his tongue flicks over my hole. My skin tingles from his coolness as he blows gently against the wetness left by his tongue. His fingers brush over my balls and wrap around my hard cock as his tongue pushes harder into me stretching my hole, the pleasure and desire to feel him deeper inside makes me push back against his face. My moans are getting louder as his tongue plays with my hole.

“Fuck me Santa,” I call out breathless, desperate for his hard cock to fill me.

Without a word, his tongue is gone replaced by the pressure of his cock head pushing into me. I groan and throw my head back as his full-length slides deep into me, his pubic hair rubbing against my arse as he grinds himself deeper. His hands grip my hips as he pulls his cock almost entirely out of me before ramming it hard into me. My fingers dig into the leather of the chair as his cock slowly grinds in and out of me.

“This is what a naughty boy gets.” He growls as he fucks me faster.

I moan and whimper, my eyes closed tight as I push back against him while he eagerly pounds my arse. He slides his hands up to my chest and pulls my body tight to his chest. The metal studs of the leather chest harness dig into my back as he crushes my body against him. His breathing heavy in my ear as he pounds me harder and faster. Holding me tight to his chest with one hand, the other slides back down my body and grips my hard-throbbing cock. He strokes my shaft in unison with his cock fucking me. I feel my balls tightening to my body unable to hold back I growl and convulse against him as cum shoots from my cock onto the chair. My arse gripping tightly around his cock as I orgasm, pushing him over the edge, he rams his cock deep into me, the warmth of his cum filling me deep inside as he roars in my ear.

He releases my cock and grabs my hips, holding himself deep in me as his cock throbs, filling me with his thick Daddy load.

Pulling his cock out of me, he is gasping for his breath “Stand up.”

As I stand, he slides himself around me into the chair, his bare arse sliding over the cum laden seat. He pulls me down into his lap. I curl myself into him, snuggling into his thick chest hair as he wraps his arms around me, pulling me tighter into his body.

“Merry Christmas my Boy.” He whispers and kisses the top of my head.

We cuddle together in the chair by the fireplace the Christmas tree lights twinkling across the room. I feel so protected in his arms.

“Merry Christmas Santa,” I reply, knowing this will be my best Christmas ever now I have my Daddy in my life.

The End.

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