Arjun and I rented a cabin in the woods for the holidays. We drove out of the city a few days before Christmas to enjoy a long, leisurely holiday weekend. We stocked up on groceries, brought along our holiday decorations, and planned to bake Christmas cookies, decorate the cabin, go hiking, and have fun with each other.
Snow had blanketed the quaint town nearby and the quiet coniferous forest surrounding the home as we pulled into the driveway. Large windows throughout the cabin gave stunning views of the mountains, a frozen creek, and small flocks of winter birds searching for food. The air was cold, dry, turning our misty breath to sparkling fragments of ice.
Hurrying back into the cabin with each trip to the car, we locked the door behind us and embraced.
“Merry Christmas,” I said, smiling, kissing Arjun.
“Merry Christmas,” Arjun repeated, patting my butt. “Let’s finish getting ourselves set-up.”
We put the food away first, then set about organizing ourselves in the bedroom and bathroom upstairs.
My next mission was to get the wood-burning fireplace up and running. The cabin was warm and cozy, it had its own heating system, but the extra heat from the fire and the smell and cracking of burning wood would add rich layers to our experience. There was plenty of firewood and the owners encouraged us to use our share in a friendly note they’d left for us on the dining room table.
While I busied myself at the fireplace, Arjun went about his business in the kitchen. His priority was lunch.
I organized some kindling and small twigs, adding a few larger chops logs carefully on top, leaving plenty of room for air to circulate and the flames to catch. Striking a match, I took my fill of the sulfurous smell and lit the kindling, stoking the flames with soft blows of air from my lips. The flames roared into being and I closed the gates. The fireplace was large and had a sizable hearth around it, plenty of space to prevent the fire from escaping. But seeing the flames roar, feeling the heat, hearing the cracking, the sparks flying, and the hints of wood smoke in the air, it was just as lovely as I’d expected.
I called Arjun out to see it. In the doorway, he smiled and told me I had five minutes before lunch was ready.
I saw movement outside, another flock of birds passing along the edge of the woods. Being a bird watcher, I had my binoculars ready, scooping out each species as they flitted along in a mixed flock, poking at the snow-covered branches and earth.
Arjun and I ate lunch at the breakfast nook overlooking the large deck, the fire burning behind us, providing plenty of warmth as we sat by the oversized windows.
After lunch we went for a walk, came back to the cabin, and fucked our brains out in front of the fire.
That evening, I decorated the cabin and the tree. The hosts left their fake tree for us, and we were perfectly happy to make it our own. Arjun was back in the kitchen, baking up a storm, making a few varieties of Christmas cookies. The smells of cookies and burning wood mixing, intoxicating, throughout the cabin.
Each day went much the same. Some bird watching, hiking, baking, stoking the fire, watching some hokey Christmas movies, and fucking. We christened each room of the cabin, including when I threw Arjun on the dining table after dinner one night and fucked the cum out of him. The relaxed vacation away from everything was just what we’d needed to rekindle and reconnect.
And then Christmas day arrived. Arjun, as is typical, woke a good hour before I did. Drifting in and out of the remainder of my sleep, I heard Arjun cooking and opening and closing doors. I wasn’t really awake and thought nothing of it. He liked to cook and go for morning walks.
Finally, I stretched and rubbed my morning wood. A glob of precum smearing across my palm. Licking it off, got up, and showered.
Donning a pair of red holiday socks and a red union suit with short cut legs, it looked like a singlet, cupping my hefty package and plump ass, stretching over my cut abs and strong pecs, it looked hot. Bounding down the stairs, in a jolly, randy mood, I joined Arjun in the kitchen.
“Merry Christmas,” I said, wrapping my arms around his bare chest. The kitchen smelled like coffee and pancakes. “I love you.”
He turned his head back, kissing me. “Merry Christmas.” And after a few more kisses, “I love you too. And you look fucking hot in that onesie!”
I gave him a show, squeezing my junk at him and showing off my ass.
“This is looking great too,” I said, grabbing his butt clad in a red sport bikini. I pushed my fingers into the crack, the fabric caving into the space. He also wore a nice sweater and long, thick socks. He often got cold faster than I did, and even though the cabin was cozy, it was still cooler than our apartment.
“Let’s go,” he said, faking impatience and gesturing at the eggs and pancakes ready for to eat. “The food will get cold. You spent so long in the shower I thought you might be jacking off in there. I was about to join you.”
I slapped his butt, “You should have, we could have had some early Christmas Day fun.” My dick stirring.
We sat at the breakfast nook, eating our breakfast and chatting, observing the powdery snow falling lightly outside.
A few rays of sun shone on occasion through the clouds, glistering off the powdery white snow on the deck and trees beyond.
“It really is beautiful,” Arjun exclaimed. “And I’m happy that we get to share this together.”
I smiled at him, a mouthful of his pancakes, and winked, nodding in agreement.
His eyes drifted down my union suit. “Speaking of beautiful and happy we get to share it,” he smirked. “That really looks fantastic on you.” He eyes stopped at my stirring crotch, the onesie cupping it, making my already large dick look like a massive mound.
“It seemed like you were hard most of the night,” Arjun continued, smirking at the precum spot forming at the hefty bulge in my union suit. “Whenever I turned over, your cock was stiff.”
I felt it stirring more from the thought and Arjun’s attention.
“You were checking on the state of my dick all night bro,” I teased, leaning into and play-swatting his shoulder.
Arjun laughed and nodded his head affirmatively.
“I’m in the mood again,” I said, squeezing my junk again. “I’m insatiable this week.” I joked.
“Good,” Arjun said with a smirk. “I have just the thing for that. But first, let’s clean up this mess and open our presents!”
I washed up the dishes while Arjun finished his chai, spotting a few deer prancing through the yard.
“Let’s get to those gifts,” I said, dishes done, walking to the large, festive tree. We don’t buy each other many gifts, but it’s always fun to surprise each other with a few well-chosen items.
As I opened my last gift, a military green jockstrap dropped from the small box it was wrapped in.
“Hot,” I said, feeling the soft, ribbed material.
“Try it on,” Arjun insisted, his voice eager.
Peeling off my onesie and pulling up my new jockstrap, my cock chubbed. I tucked myself into the pouch and posed for Arjun.
“Damn babe,” he cooed, running his hands over my ample pouch and hairy, muscular ass. A finger trailed into my hairless crack and over my hole, making me moan.
I bent over in front of him, my hole exposed, to pick up his final present and to tease him. His finger lingered on my hole, pressing against the soft, tight flesh.
“Fuck,” I sighed, my anus fluttering, my dick swelling. I was really horny and had to stop myself from grabbing his hand and ramming his finger into my ass with out lube. I’d probably hurt myself, and I wanted him to open his last present before we started any sexual exploits.
So, I passed Arjun his last gift through my legs, leaving his finger on my ass, my cheeks as wide apart as they could go, but adding an element of silliness to the proceedings.
Arjun chuckled and dropped his finger, taking the gift.
Sitting down across from him on the lamb skin rug, I eagerly watched him open the gift.
Flipping back the lid of the small box, he pulled out a thin red cotton jockstrap.
“Jinx,” I teased.
He smiled. “Of course, we bought each other underwear. It’s very nice,” he said, feeling the material and holding it open.
He stood and took off his sport bikini. His brown, uncut dick was chubbed. He slipped the jockstrap up and tucked himself into the pouch. The material was very thin; his penis was clearly visible.
“Hot,” I said, kneeling in front of him, my hands exploring his pouch and smooth, firm butt.
His penis responded quickly, his full 7inches soon stretching the pouch material.
“Suck it bro,” Arjun whispered, waggling his crotch in my face.
I pulled the pouch aside, letting his erect cock bounce free. I licked up and down his shaft and sucked on the head, his foreskin gliding down with the force of my lips and tongue, his dick sliding effortlessly into my mouth.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned as I sucked his full cock inside and worked up and down his meat. “Fuck yeah. Fucking suck that dick babe.”
I sucked harder, toying with his testicles still cupped in the thin cotton jockstrap.
Absorbed in sucking dick, I didn’t notice Arjun’s gesture or the movement in the hallway behind me.
“There is one more gift for you,” Arjun said, gesturing for me to turn around.
Standing in the door frame to the hall was a gorgeous man clad in only a Santa hat and a wrapped gift at his crotch. Some curls of dark, thick, wavy hair extended beyond the hat, framing his handsome face. He was about Arjun’s height, muscular, with light brown skin, large pointy brown nipples, intense brown eyes, and light hair on his legs, forearms, and face. His defined abs and chest were naturally smooth.
And then it hit me. I knew who this guy was. Someone I’d pinned over from the gym! And here he was, nearly naked, having seen me sucking my husband’s cock and having seen my exposed ass in a jockstrap.
My dick ached in the confines of the jockstrap and my anus twitched.
“Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas boys,” the man called to us. He then turned his attention to me, “If you like to suck cock, come help Santa unwrap his package.” He bounced the gift at his crotch and smiled at me.
Arjun smirked, caressing my face and hair, “Merry Christmas Grant. You always said you thought the guy from the gym was hot and into us. You were right.”
I had a million questions in my head about how all this came to be, but for now all I wanted was to unwrap Santa’s cock and go to town on these two men. My loving, hot husband and a muscled crush.
I beckoned Santa over to me, twisting around to face him, and ran my hands over his body. Exhaling, feeling the smoothness of his skin and the curves of his defined muscles. I tweaked his nipples, testing their sensitively. He smiled, but they were not the key to his arousal. Moving around to his back side, it was also hard muscle and had deep dimples in his lower back, just above a smooth, curved, firm ass. Cupping each cheek with my large hands, the feeling of the hard flesh bringing a glob of precum up my shaft to soak into my pouch, confined uncomfortably in my jockstrap.
I dropped to my knees, opened his ass, and plunged my face between his full cheeks, licking his hairless, brown crack and deep brown hole.
He moaned loudly, encouraging my rimming.
I pressed his firm buttocks against the side of my face while pushing the tip of my tongue into the hole.
“AAAhhhhhhhhh,” he moaned.
Arjun had joined in, locking his lips onto Santa’s while mine stayed locked to Santa’s anus.
After a while, Santa pushed Arjun gently back and brought my hands from his ass around to the gift at the front. “Santa’s package still needs to be unwrapped,” he said, his lips parted, giving me an enticing stare over his shoulder.
Moving my hands to his hips, I turned him to face me and took the loose lid off the package. Inside was a cock as beautiful as the man it was attached to. 9inches long, uncut, caramel dark brown, hairless, and so hard it twitched with Santa’s heartbeat. Santa jostled the box, making his dick sway, slamming into the sides of the box. The thudding sound and rhythmic swaying of the massive meat mesmerized me.
“Do you like your surprise gift,” Santa joked.
I nodded my head absentmindedly as Santa pressed the box back into his crotch, pulling the foreskin tighter over his shaft. The end of his foreskin peeled back, revealing a dark reddish-brown head coated in precum.
“What’s the matter,” Santa said seductively. “Cock got your tongue?”
His dick throbbed and a thick bead of his lube oozed from his dick slit.
I grabbed the box from his hands, took it off his dick, and tossed it aside. Behind the box his heavy testicles swung lose in their smooth, dark scrotum. His dick bobbed in the air.
My hand steadied his large cock and pointed it upward, not wanting the growing precum reserve to drip to the floor. I jacked him gently from the base, encouraging more nectar to ooze out. Two streams dripped down either side of his dick.
“Fuck Grant,” Santa moaned. “My cock is aching to get sucked like you were sucking your husband’s. I got hard just from watching you work his cock. And seeing the tight pink pucker twitching, your ass framed by that hot jockstrap.”
I moaned and sucked his testicles into my mouth, still jacking his cock gently. I rolled them around, pulling them tight and sticking my tongue out to lick along his taint. I bathed his scrotum in salvia and massaged his nuts, getting the cum inside ready.
Another stream of precum run down the front of his dick and stopped at my lips pressed against his flesh.
His testicles left my mouth and I licked his precum off my lips. Looking up at him, his muscular pecs and perky nipples sticking out, his parted lips breathing heavily, I licked up the latest trail of precum, my tongue curve to the shape of his long shaft. As I licked upward, I angled his cock down with my hand. When I reached his nectar soaked glans, it was pointed straight to my mouth as I knelt on the rug. Pushing my mouth forward, I buried his cock in my mouth.
“OOOH FUCK,” he yelled, bucking his hips into my mouth, his large, hard cock sliding into my throat. “FFUUUUUCCKKKK.” All 9inches were inside my face, his glans opening my throat.
I sucked him from base to tip, bobbing my head back and forth, my hand working the base and testicles.
His juices drained in my mouth and increased my speed, pounding my mouth on his cock.
Santa moaned loudly and his breath became heavier. “Good god,” Santa said, looking at Arjun. “If he sucks cock like this all the time you are one lucky man!”
Arjun smiled and stood behind me, rubbing his precum lubed fingers over my anus. “Very luck indeed,” Arjun cooed. “Is that right Grant,” he teased me, inserting a finger into my anus.
I moaned, long and hard, into Santa’s crotch. The vibrations washed over his 9inches and down his testicles. His bush was soft, fluffy brown hairs and had a faint musky smell. It made me moan again, breathing his scent in with labored breaths.
Santa caressed my face with his hands and blew me a kiss.
“Fuck Grant. You know your way around a cock,” he moaned. Holding my head steady, and looking deeply into my eyes, he pulled his dick from my mouth, the suction giving a sloppy wet sound. Angling his hips, he slapped his hard, wet dick against my chin, lips, and nose. “But for now, so I don’t cum yet and because I want a taste of your big meat, it’s my turn.”
Santa dropped to the rug, laying down, propping himself up on his elbows and swallowed my dick. He was good, all 8inches went right in, poking into his throat. He moaned around my long meat and bobbed his head furiously along its length.
Arjun knelt down behind me and spat on my crack, making his cock slide along my exposed crack. He wrapped me in his arms, fucking my ass crack, slicked in his precum and saliva.
Santa sucked my cock, and Arjun humped my crack for a while, the three of us moaning, until Santa licked up my shaft and released me from his mouth.
He stood back up, his massive cock swinging in front of me.
“I want to fuck your face,” Santa said, slapping his dick over my face again.
“Yeah Santa,” I sighed, opening my lips to his pole.
He left the wet, heavy cock to rest on my lips and rubbed it back and forth, precum slicking my flesh.
Arjun held his dick, running his cockhead over my anus and slapped his hardness against my hole.
I moaned loudly and precum filled my jockstrap. My anus twitched, blossoming outward toward Arjun’s cock.
“You’re cock hungry aren’t you Grant,” Santa asked, teasing me with his dick.
“Yes,” I said forcefully, licking at his leaking cock, fresh nectar oozing into my mouth.
Santa tilted my head, hand holding my hair caringly, and pushed his dick inside, bottoming out in my throat. Slowly, he slid fully out and then slowly back in.
He groaned. His face contorting. Looking down at me expertly taking his massive dick. His hands moved to my shoulders as he fucked my face faster. “While I fuck your mouth,” Santa said, moaning, “I want to watch you ride your husband’s dick and fuck your own ass.”
I moaned loudly. Cock throbbing. Anus aching.
Arjun lay down under me, holding his dick and pointing the head upward at my twitching hole. Santa pressed down on my shoulders, as he fucked my face, pushing my body down. My anus spread open and Arjun’s cock was enveloped inside. In seconds his 7inches were buried up my anus and Santa’s 9inches were buried into my throat.
I moaned deeply and long, the moan trailing off into a whimper. My hips rose and fell, sliding Arjun’s cock up and down my anal canal. Faster, I rode his dick, long and hard.
Santa resumed fucking my face and moaning. His hand held the back of my head, stroking my neck and hair, keeping my head steady as his cock rocked into my face.
We increased speed. Slowed down and increased again.
Arjun moaned behind me, rubbing my back and slapping my ass, encouraging me to ride him.
Santa pulled his dick from my mouth and slapped it all over my face.
He moaned loudly. “You got me so fucking worked up!” Holding his cock over my mouth, he worked the taint and shaft. “Drink this,” he said, precum pouring from his dick into my open mouth.
He ground his wet dick into my face and humped me, his testicles on my chin. I stuck my tongue out, licking at the edge of his scrotum, bouncing his nuts on my chin. He moved them up and I licked and sucked them inside, rolling them around with my tongue as his cock pressed hard into my cheekbone and forehead.
“Fuck,” Santa yelled, pulling back. “I don’t want to cum until I’ve felt your muscled ass riding my dick too. Looks like Arjun’s got you nice and open.”
“Fuck yeah bro,” Arjun moaned, smacking my ass again. “Hot fucking hole. Get your fill!”
I licked Santa’s dickhead and stood up, my quads and glutes flexing, Arjun’s cock popping out of my slippery anus. I pulled Santa over to the sofa and gently pushed him down so he sat with his smooth muscular ass just at the edge of the cushion. His 9ich dick standing at attention, throbbing. Precum had already formed again at the head, held in a small reservoir with the thick foreskin around the head.
I pulled his foreskin down, knelling between his legs. His juices drained down his shaft. His sensitive glans now fully exposed. The fat ridge of his head glistening with his precum and my saliva. I licked the ridge and lapped at his head. Sucking just the head between my lips, my lips and tongue assaulting his glans.
“Hoooooo fuck,” he yelled, his hips bucking. “Please stop or I’ll cum,” he begged.
I found his sweet spot. Something I’ll keep in mind for, what I hope will be, later.
I pulled off and clamped my fingers onto his glans, subduing his arousal.
“Fuck,” he moaned again, his body shivering from the near orgasm.
I climbed onto the sofa, my feet planted firmly on the cushions, facing Santa, straddling his crotch.
Arjun came up behind me, his hand on Santa’s cock, his other arm wrapped around my chest, helping to keep me stable. His dick, erect and swinging, was freshly washed. Santa’s going to get another mouthful, I thought, my lips curling. Arjun kissed and licked at Santa’s precum on my face while rubbing Santa’s dick along my crack.
Santa and I moaned in concert.
I gyrated my ass, rubbing it on the dick, wanting desperately to sink down onto it, have if fill my empty orifice.
“You want my husband’s ass on your cock right,” Arjun asked Santa, teasing him with his cockhead pressed against my anus.
Santa could easy thrust upward and fuck my ass, or I could relax my muscles and swallow him inside, but that would break the spell.
“Yeah,” Santa moaned. “Please… I need that ass around my dick…” Arjun jacked my jockstrap clad, precum soaked dick. His hand slicked with my natural lube. He mashed it into Santa’s face. Santa groaned, licking my precum off Arjun’s hand as the one on Santa’s cock continued to get teased on my ass.
“Tell us,” Arjun said, pushing a precum slicked finger into Santa’s mouth.
He moaned and licked Arjun’s finger. “I want Grant to ride my cock. I want to blow my load up his ass as he fucks himself on my dick!”
“Is that good enough for you,” Arjun asked me, pecking me on the cheek. “This is your present.”
I smirked and my anus expanded, the lips blossoming outward, Santa’s dick penetrating my tight hole, stretching me open.
“Fuck,” Santa and I moaned together as I slid down his mighty pole until my hairy, muscular ass sat on his lap until only his testicles could be seen. Holding Santa’s longing gaze, my anus massaged his dick.
Arjun slapped my ass. “Ride him good.”
My quads and glutes flexed, sliding my anus up Santa’s cock and then relaxed, sliding back down. Up and down. I rode him long and slow.
Santa moaned deeply, feeling every inch of his cock enveloped by my warm, tight anus. Precum poured from my jockstrap pouch and created thick, clear ropes while bouncing up and down, Santa’s shlong milking my juices out. The ropes draped over Santa’s cut abs and his fluffy bush.
“AAAAHHHH your ass feels so fucking good,” Santa moaned as I picked up speed.
Arjun straddled Santa on the sofa. “Moan into my dick,” he said, fucking Santa’s face.
I rode faster on Santa’s dick and licked Arjun’s smooth, firm brown ass and his pink hole. “Fuck,” I moaned into his crack, Santa’s cock sliding over my prostate. “Fuck, fuck fuck.”
My orgasm was building and my body becoming increasingly sensitive. My entire anus was on fire, pleasure wracked my body.
Santa reached under us, grabbing the straps of my jockstrap, pulling them away from my body and slapping back into my glutes. Slap. Slap. The next time he held them and grabbed my hairy glutes, spreading my ass cheeks apart.
I rode him harder, feeling my ass more exposed and his huge cock sliding in and out of it. His hand gripping my ass.
“AAAAAGGGHHHHH,” I moaned loudly. I yanked the jockstrap pouch aside, freeing my cock. As I rode Santa’s cock, I forgot everything except the cock in my ass, my cock in my hand, and my husband’s ass in my mouth. That was all that existed of the world, and it was heaven!
Santa was whimpering into Arjun’s cock and his body tensed.
I clenched my anal muscles and rode as fast as I could.
Santa’s whimper became an internal scream of joy and his breathing erratic. His cock expanded in my ass, pressing my prostate and deeper anal spot hard. Cum exploded from our cocks in tandem.
“FFFUUUCCCKKKKKKK,” I yelled into Arjun’s ass, my lips on his hole and crack, as my thick ropy cum coated Santa’s abs, pecs, and neck. My second and third ropes hit his lips and Arjun’s dick just as Arun’s cock exploded down Santa’s throat.
As our loads subsided, Arjun sank onto the sofa next to us. I leaned into Santa, laying against his muscular frame, his arms around me, my hairy chest pressing into my load. His massive dick still in my ass, though softening.
“Grant, I’d like you to meet Jose,” Arjun joked. “Jose, meet Grant.”
“Very nice to meet you,” we said, kissing.
“You’ve been a very good boy this year,” Jose said, pretending to be Santa one last time. “A very good boy indeed… hoo hooo hooooo!”
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