Todd's Christmas Wish

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‘Todd! Last time – get down here now.’

Ah, fuck. Dad was killing me with this shit. I was almost there and he’s wrecking it. Well ‘almost’ is misleading, I guess. I’ve been ‘almost’ there for the past 3 hours. I savored a few more oily pumps of my penis before reluctantly closing my laptop. I hurried to put my briefs and pyjama bottoms on and waited for my erection to go down, pacing around my messy room for a few minutes. Hope he won’t notice anything, but I haven’t showered since yesterday morning and I’ve been sweating a little. I walked over to the mirror and ruffled my damp fringe, wiped my hands on the old towel hanging out of my hamper. I didn’t wanna wash my hands and lose the saliva smell for when I come back up to keep going after… whatever the fuck he wants. Annoying.

‘TODD!’ he booms from downstairs.

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‘Alright Toddy, now you’re here you and your little brother can write your lists for Santa.’

Dude, I’m 18. He’s fucking up my bate time for this? I give him a look. He pulls me away from Timmy for a second.

‘Todd, put a smile on your face. Timmy is 11, just let him have his Christmas routine with his big brother, eh?’

‘Fine.’

I suppose he was right, Dad forced me to go through this charade each year growing up. Timmy should do the same. Every year we’d write our letters to Santa at the kitchen table, Christmas music on the radio, address it to the North Pole and post it.

‘Maybe Todd could ask for a job for Christmas, how about that Timmy?’ Dad jibed while he prepared dinner. Timmy sniggered, writing his letter.

What did I really want…

Dear Santa,

   I’ve been a really good boy this year and what I really want is to porn my brains out in my own apartment. I want to oil up my dong, put a fat plug in my asshole and bate myself retarded without being disturbed until I sperm all over myself. In fact, I don’t want a job. I just wanna have all the money I need without working for it so I can do what I want all day every day. Workout, penis myself, eat and sleep.

Todd

‘What have you writ-‘

‘Hey!’ I yelped, shielding my letter from Dad, ‘its confidential. Santa’s eyes only.’

‘Ha! Whatever you say Toddy.’

We both stuffed our letters into envelopes. Addressed them moronically and went out through the snow to the post box.

Dad smiled and gave Timmy a pat on his back.

‘Fingers crossed Santa brings you both something special next week.’ He said, smiling, before we went in to eat.

Yeah, let’s hope.

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‘Night Dad, night Timbo. See you in the morning.’ I said after the Christmas Eve movie finished. It was only 9pm but I was counting the minutes, I haven’t spermed in 4 days and I couldn’t wait to go up to my room.

‘Night Toddy!’

I moved quickly upstairs, closed my bedroom door and moved the cabinet in front of it then shucked my pyjamas. I turned off all the lights and walked across to my bed through the mess in just my boxers and socks. It was really warm because I turned the heating up in here a few hours ago. Bate prep. Man, this is gonna be so good. It’s only 9pm, the next few hours are gonna be so fucking epic. I slid into bed, my laptop on my sidetable waiting to be opened and mined for penis fuel. But I decided to lay for a bit first in the dark. I let my penis come alive, feeling the moist warmth of it growing in my underpants. I grabbed a mass of duvet in my hands and pressed it on my crotch.

‘Euuuuh.’

The pressure was so horny, man. As images of penis, muscled ass, dumb-dumb jock dudes buttfucking started running through my head I began to hump my duvet, grinning. For some reason I couldn’t get that stupid song out my head. ‘O come all ye faithful’…

I started singing along, it became really instrusive to my penis thoughts and before I knew it I must have drifted off to sleep…

-

‘Todd…’

Was it Dad? Didn’t sound like Dad… Did I sleep in?

‘Todd.’

That wasn’t Dad and it sounded like whoever it was was in my room. My balls ached. Man, if I fell asleep last night that makes it a 5-day nut sloshing around in my ballsack. This thought made my penis start to ripen. I opened my eyes…

‘Well hey bud, Merry Christmas.’

My room had a strange golden light, it was very warm. There was almost a sparkle in the air, and sitting in my gaming chair – my masturbation throne – was an unbelievably hot guy.

I sat up, penis bouncing in my underpants. ‘Wha…’

‘Don’t you recognise me Toddy? Why its your old friend Santa of course.’ He said joyfully. Only he didn’t seem like any idea of Santa in my head. He looked around 30, with a beach tan. He sat confidently in my chair, legs apart with red trousers and black leather boots but wearing a thin white vest being stretched mightily by his giant, greasy watermelon pecs.

‘Uhh…’ I tried to say something but instead sat marvelling at the sight of his thick arms, round shoulders and up to his trunk like neck. Any bare skin on display was smooth, and his face was clean-shaven. He looked cartoon-handsome – hard jaw and plump lips, perfectly masculine. And he had a stupid Santa hat. I wondered what his ass looked like. But what the fuck was happening, I’m dreaming I guess?

‘Come sit on my lap bro, think we ought to have a little talk.’

I swallowed a mouthful of saliva and did as he said. I walked over to him through the heat and paused before straddling him. His meaty thickness felt like heaven against my bare thighs. I could feel a faint movement under my ass from his crotch, and I held onto his neck for support. My penis was protesting wildly against my underwear.

‘I got your letter Toddy, and I’ve been noticing that you don’t seem to be full of the Christmas spirit like you used to. Instead you just want to masturbate your penis, is that right?’

My jaw was slack, and my balls ached even more. Santa was a himbo, I was squirming on top of his penis and he’s talking smut to me. As far as sex dreams go, this one was shaping up nicely…

‘I, uh, yes Santa. That is right. I really wanna pump my dong all day. You have awesome pecs by the way, man.’

‘Awh, thanks Toddy. That’s making me pretty horny, wanna squeeze ‘em?’

My cock boinged again, I can’t fucking believe this. I pulled my hands off his neck and started squeezing his thick slabs of chest muscle as he flexed for me. I put my hands under his vest and started pulling on his giant nipples as his bulge grew under my taint.

‘Yeuuuh that’s good bro, mmh.’ He breathed into my face. ‘Well Toddy, I was hoping for your last Christmas wish before you become an adult that you might wish for partner, or a successful career, or a long life. But it looks like you’re a fuckin’ penis pig.’

‘Uuuh’ I moaned involuntarily at this comment, grinding on him, still in total awe at his huge man titties. He put his big hands on my own firm hips, his fingers pressing into the sides of my ass cheeks.

‘So I’m gonna grant you your wish Toddy.’

Before he could continue I went in to kiss him. I wanted his tongue in my mouth so I took it and we had a nice, long nasty make out. As we moaned into each others wet mouths, tongues wrestling one another, he took two fistfuls of my buttcheeks and began humping into the weight of me.

As we stopped to take a breath, he picked me up off of him and stood up. My penis was now sticking out of my underpants, drooling slime onto my leg as I stood in front of him, gently panting and desperate for more. He began taking off his boots.

‘All you have to do Toddy for your wish to come true, is one thing for me.’ He started pulling off his trousers, his bare feet plapping on my wooden floor. I had started thrusting my hips absent-mindedly.

He walked over to my bed and got onto it on all fours facing away from me.

‘You can have your wish once you penis my butthole.’

Thick drool poured out of my open mouth. This sight was so obscene. Ripped himbo Santa presenting his enormous glutes to me for my penis pleasure. Moved over to him, not taking my eyes off his butt muscles. I scooped some drool from my mouth and started rubbing it all over his meaty ass. I quickly took off my underpants and got my needy penis sticky too. I couldn’t believe how giant and pornographic his ass was, bouncing in front of me so I just shoved my face into it and started sucking his cunthole.

His moaning was coming in and out of my awareness as I squeezed his asscheeks around my face. I began pumping my tongue in and out of his spectacular asshole, desperately trying to suck out as much of his horny jock-ness as I could for my penis to enjoy until my penis got too needy.

I then stood up and began to rub my greasy ding dong all over his gym glutes, then sandwiched it in between. I squeezed as much butt meat as my hands could handle around my unbelievably horny penis and started pumping in a frenzy, grinning and moaning like a retarded bate monkey. I’ve never known happiness like this, it was ecstasy.

‘Uuuh penis, fuck man penising my PEEEEEEnis bro…’ I babbled, as Santa moaned like a needy bitch, working his hips like a desperate cock piggy.

‘Penis my butt Toddy, awwwh fuck yeah, penis me bud. NNNNyyyuh making your penis happy Toddy, yeeeeah. Nice happy penis buddy, muscle for the penis dude.’

Fuck! He was fucking goon babbling me back! His goon talk was pushing me to the edge, my nutsack felt like it was gonna explode. I opened his cheeks and looked at his squelching hole and decided to put my penis inside.

‘Penis the butthole Toddy, mmmyeah nice and good bud, horny buttfuck for the penis bro.’

I pushed my spermy donger inside, the warm sloppiness giving me immense pleasure as I let out a howl and began mindlessly piston-pumping his bubble ass.

The moaning built between us, my whole body began shaking and I started unleashing the most intense, satisfying nut of my life inside Santa’s ass. It felt like it last hours, sperm being milked and milked and milked from me. My eyes tightly shut and mouth wide open as I moaned complete nonsense.

As I started to come down from the high of my epic sperming, my face began to relax. As I stopped squeezing my eyes closed so tightly the light seemed different before I even opened them.

‘Awwwh bro, that was incredible. You’re the penis king bro.’

Didn’t sound like Santa… I opened my eyes. Where was I? As I looked around the room, nothing was familiar. It was a dank bedroom like mine, sweaty bedsheets, popper smell, sperm tissues all over the place, computer and bate chair. But this wasn’t my bedroom, and the intense sun was blasting through the window. As I pulled my swollen penis out of Santa’s giant ass I noticed that it wasn’t Santa at all.

I looked down at my hands as they gripped the round buttcheeks of a stranger with Santa’s build. Covered in sweat, he let out a big sperm fart and splatted my stomach with my own penis cream.

‘Uh dude, you nut so hard in me every time its unbelievable bro,’ he said, starting to get up and grab clothes from the floor. ‘but I gotta bounce man, I’m already late for dinner with my boyfriend.’

Whoever he was sounded like a dumb-dumb. A dumb-dumb who has my spermy load leaking out his butthole, and who I already wanted to penis again. I stood there watching him, not really able to process what was happening still as he hurried about his business.

I looked around and caught my reflection in a large mirror and gasped. It was me. It was me! Except huge. I was sweaty, my hair matted to my forehead but I walked closer to the mirror to better notice my giant roider muscles. Huge, shiny man titties, giant biceps and forearms, thick neck and swollen, veined thighs. My cock was ripe again. I wanted to fuck myself.

My sperm buddy walked over gave me a deep, horny kiss. ‘You ok?’

‘Uh yeah, who are you?’

He looked confused. ‘Uhhhh, I’m Johnny you fucktard. Johnny who you like to porn penis with twice a week on the downlow before pumping me retarded. What’s the matter with you?’ He said cheekily before picking up his jacket. ‘See you Thursday bro, thanks for the nut.’ Then he left.

What the fuck, it couldn’t possibly be true. Could it? Santa granted me my Christmas wish? I looked around the room, running my hands all over my huge muscled body. Penis like concrete. I saw my phone on the table and looked at it. One voicemail.

‘Hey Toddy, it’s Dad. Listen, I’d like to arrange a trip to see you. I know you’re having fun out there by the beach in your new apartment and everything but we miss you. Just because you won the lottery doesn’t mean you don’t need to make time for your old man once in a while ok? Call me back.’

Woah.

I clicked onto my banking app, typed in the passcode and…

Balance - $4’889’212.69

Fuck! FUUUUUCK! This is my life now! Penis and muscle and no interruptions!

Thump-thump

Panic. Who is that? I knew it. This is a dream. This is just a fucking dream and I’m waking up.

I moved to open the door. When I do, an unfamiliar himbo is standing there and I’m suddenly aware again that I’m naked with a needy penis.

‘Hey Toddy, I’m on time today – it was 2.30 you said right? Dude, I haven’t spermed in a week.’ He said, pushing past me into my room. ‘Let’s do this.’

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