Santa had a problem. A very big problem.
Essentially… he couldn’t stop staring at one of his elves.
Santa’s real name was Dan. He was 42 years old and got roped into posing for photos as a mall-Santa by his friend who worked in casting for an event company. Dan received a desperate phone call when a few of the large, jolly cast members got food poisoning at the team’s Christmas party, resulting in a disastrous dearth of available Santas the week before Christmas.
Dan had been reluctant, but his friend had begged, knowing that Dan was already on leave from his real job.
“Please!!! Please, please, please… You don’t have to do anything. Just sit there and smile when the kids tell you they want a million followers on their Twitch stream for Christmas.”
Eventually, Dan had relented. His charitable, giving nature was perhaps the most Santa-like thing about him.
There certainly weren’t any similarities in his appearance, a fact which his costume did a sound job of concealing. Dan’s chiseled, granite jawline was hidden underneath a thick cloud of fake beard, while layers of padded fat suit were tucked into swathes of red velvet and fluffy white trim, all of which served to obscure Dan’s sculpted body. He worked hard for his physique, carving out each muscle at the gym like a marble artist. Dan’s hulking form would sweat profusely under the copious layers of polyester as he sat posing for hours, smiling cheerily and mustering the sincerest booming, jolly laugh he could.
But that wasn’t his biggest problem.
His biggest problem was Ethan the Elf.
Ethan wasn’t his real name, as far as Dan was aware. Clearly the creative director of this set up had a thing for alliteration, as each of the elves on rotation seemed to have been given a moniker starting with ‘e’. In the few days he had worked thus far, he’d met Eleanor, Emmet and Elvis, and they were all very friendly, thanking Dan profusely for stepping in at the last minute.
And then, on Christmas Eve… he’d met Ethan.
Dan had arrived to work at his usual time and headed to the mall’s storage-room-turned-dressing-room to get changed. He had slipped into his Santa pants and jacket, and was just about to don the wig, hat and beard when the door opened and in walked what might have been the sexiest creature Dan had ever seen in his life.
The boy was rushing around, having arrived quite late, dumping his belongings and searching for his costume. He looked to be in his early twenties, with pale, creamy skin, cheeks flushed rosy by the chilly winter air. Curly brown locks were tamped down beneath a wooly hat, loose strands dangling teasingly across his eyes. In his mad dash to get ready on time, he seemed to barely register Dan’s presence and began to strip off his various layers and toss them unceremoniously to the ground.
Dan couldn’t help but gawk as the boy pulled off his shirt and pants to reveal the sweetest, tightest little body known to man. Slender and smooth, his upper frame was lithe, yet solid; muscle-trimmed and hard-looking with what appeared to be a tantalizingly plump little bubble-butt loitering beneath a pair of snug briefs. His muscles rippled as he continued to search through the racks of costumes.
“Can I, uh, help you at all?” Dan asked a little awkwardly. “Do you need me to help look for something?”
The boy glanced behind and flashed a warm, genuine smile at Dan.
“All good, Santa, I just need to find my - aha!” he exclaimed, wrenching a coat hanger from the rack. “Costume!”
Dan smiled and turned back to put the rest of his face on. He surreptitiously peeked out the corner of his eye as the boy began to get dressed, but immediately averted his eyes as he traded his briefs for a dance belt. Dan was already entering more letcherous-creeper territory than he was comfortable with, and he wasn’t willing to go that far with his ogling. He did, however, return to peeking when the dance belt was in place and the boy began to pull on a pair of emerald tights. Dan watched, mesmerised as he saw the seam disappear into the boy's supple little ass crack. Dan knew immediately based on the stirring of arousal in the pit of his stomach that he needed to get far away from the change room as quickly as possible. This was one workplace where he most certainly, unequivocally could not afford to get an erection on the job, lest it end in a prison sentence.
And thus began one of the most torturous days of Dan’s existence. Interestingly, the torturousness was due in no part to the endless litany of sticky-handed toddlers who grabbed at his beard, or snarky, sardonic teenagers forced to pose with Santa for the sake of the family tradition… no, they were all tolerable.
It was purely the way Dan had to force himself to avoid any eye contact with the boy whose elf-name, he had learnt, was Ethan.
Ethan had emerged from the dressing room in the standard elf-regalia, but somehow, on him, it looked like an iconic, award winning fashion-week piece. The kind of thing Troye Sivan might wear to the Met Gala.
Dan allowed himself one sweeping glance down Ethan’s frame, absorbing the image of him in the skin tight costume, before determining he would have to strictly limit himself to looking at Ethan’s face. Which was, in all honesty, problematically beautiful in itself, but less physiologically stimulating.
And then he made the mistake of locking eyes with Ethan.
Dan hadn’t quite been hit by the full impact of the boy’s eyes under the dim light of the storage room, but when they had caught each other’s gaze in the full light of the shopping mall, Dan’s breath had disappeared. Ethan’s irises were the purest, most delicate shade of pale blue. The kind of ice-white-blue that makes you think of the inner hollow of a glacier. They pierced through Dan and as he struggled to maintain his composure.
Dan’s face crinkled into a smile beneath his Santa trimmings. Ethan, recognising the creases in Dan’s face, smiled back and Dan felt he could easily have died on the spot.
Instead, Dan spent the rest of the day trying to avoid looking at or thinking about the dangerously pretty boy-elf. What made it all worse was that Ethan was so endearingly good with all the little kids that it pummeled Dan’s smitten little heart. Dan tried to fill his mind with thoughts of the most repulsive, turn-offy images he could visualise, but it was of little use. His mind kept wandering back to the entrancing allure of Ethan.
Being the final day of business, they worked well past the setting of the sun. By end of day, knowing it was his only opportunity (as he’d likely never see Ethan again), Dan relented and allowed himself to indulge in some stolen glances. Dan marveled at how, despite the tired lines forming in the boy’s brow, Ethan’s smile never lost an ounce of authenticity. He greeted each child as though they were the first and only person ever to meet Santa Claus.
Dan couldn’t deal with how beautiful this boy seemed to be, how much his inner energy seemed to match his exquisite exterior. He just radiated warmth.
Finally, the interminable day drew to a close. Dan gathered his things from the photobooth and thanked the photographer before heading back to the dressing room. His face ached from smiling all day and he could feel that his undershirt was completely soaked through. As soon as he entered the dressing room, he peeled off the top half of his suit and breathed a sigh of relief as the cool air tingled against his moist skin. He glanced down and saw that his prediction had been accurate. His white tee was drenched, turned completely see through. It hugged his abs and clung to his nipples. He looked like he’d entered a wet-tshirt contest.
Ethan walked in as Dan was towel drying the sweat from his damp hair. Ethan closed the door behind him and made his way around the room, collecting the items of clothing he had strewn about in his haste to get ready so many hours ago. It was more than likely the imagining of Dan’s hopeful brain, but he thought he caught Ethan stealing glimpses at his biceps which bulged keenly as he rubbed the towel back and forth across his head.
“You were really great with the kids today,” offered Dan, smiling warmly at Ethan.
Ethan seemed to blush a little, though it might have just been the elf makeup, which he began to remove with some makeup wipes.
“Thanks,” he said, smiling back at Dan. “So were you. You’re a natural at this.”
Dan turned away to hide that he was definitely blushing.
“Sorry about before,” said Ethan. “I missed the bus this morning so everything got chaotic. I didn’t get to properly say hello. I’m Ethan.”
He held out his hand for a handshake, and as Dan slipped his hand into Ethan’s, he tried not to think about how smooth and soft the boy’s young skin felt. Images of other things that this tender hand might be able to grip started to intrude on Dan’s thoughts, so he quickly said something to distract himself.
“Awesome,” he replied, laughing a little. “Did you also have, you know… a non-elf-name?”
Ethan smiled big, displaying a set of gorgeously aligned white teeth.
“Actually, Ethan is my real name. I often wonder if the only reason I got this job is that my name already started with ‘e’.”
Dan’s reply came instantly, before he could stop himself.
“That’s definitely not why.”
This time, Ethan’s blush was undeniable.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Ethan,” added Dan. “And I’m very sorry to disappoint but my name isn’t really Santa.”
Ethan chuckled and it made Dan’s heart swell to have caused that sweet sound with his bad joke.
“I’m Dan.”
Ethan smiled at Dan.
“Nice to meet you.”
They both returned to the dismantling of their costumes, undressing in a comfortable silence until, distracted by the nearness of Ethan peeling the top of his costume off to reveal his naked torso beneath, Dan made the ridiculously idiotic error of unclipping his elastic suspender without holding onto it. The buckle flung wildly up and struck Dan in the forehead, causing him to yelp at the sharp lash of pain.
“Oh my god,” cried Ethan, rushing over to Dan. “Are you okay?”
Dan clapped his hand to the smarting area where the buckle had struck, wincing as he touched his finger to the small gash it had caused. He pulled his hand away and found a small glistening streak of red on his fingertip.
“You’re bleeding!”
Ethan reached over and grabbed a small packet of tissues from his bag, hurriedly pulling out a few and reaching up to clamp the tissues down over the small wound.
“It’s fine,” Dan said.
Ethan frowned up at Dan. He was a decent amount shorter and it looked like he was slightly up on his toes to reach Dan’s forehead and apply pressure.
“There is an open wound on your forehead,” Ethan pointed out.
“I’m fine, really. It’s nothing. It doesn’t hurt, honest.”
Ethan raised his eyebrows at Dan.
“Okay, fine. It hurts. But seriously, I’m okay, you can keep getting ready to go home. I’m sure you’ve got stuff on.”
Ethan didn’t even acknowledge Dan’s protestations. Instead he took the tissue away to inspect the wound, wiping at the outer edges.
“I don’t think you’ll need stitches. I’ll just put some tape on it and you should be okay.”
Dan stared at Ethan, who looked down, bashfully.
“I’m not a doctor or anything. I’m just studying nursing.”
Of course he was, thought Dan. Why wouldn’t he be studying something deeply compassionate and selfless? Ugh. He just keeps getting cuter.
Ethan rifled through his bag, withdrawing what looked like a small first aid kit and proceeding to apply some clear tape to Dan’s forehead.
It was around this point that Dan suddenly became acutely aware of how close Ethan’s near naked body was to his own. In the confusion of the injury he hadn’t quite clocked their newly enhanced proximity.
Dan’s body suddenly tensed. Ethan’s chest was pressed up against the moist surface of Dan’s t-shirt as he worked away. His forearms framed Dan’s face, and Dan detected the faint scent of Ethan’s tired, grimy skin. He glanced at Ethan’s sweat-dampened head of hair, and then his eyes drifted further down to the tiny tufts of fur in Ethan’s exposed armpits. Dan closed his eyes, overcome by the delectable images and aromas of the beautiful, sweaty boy beneath him. He felt the familiar lurch in his stomach and the subsequent rush of energy to his groin. There was no stopping the hardening of his cock now.
He focused on steadying his breathing as Ethan applied the final touches to his dressing. He glanced down at Ethan’s impossibly soft lips, just as Ethan lightly touched his fingers to the now covered wound.
“There,” he said. “All done.”
Thank god, thought Dan.
And then Ethan looked up into Dan’s eyes.
Dan’s entire body froze.
He was sure that his heart and breathing had all ceased, suspended in time, as though petrified by a Medusa’s stare.
Dan gazed back into Ethan’s blue eyes, so full of warmth despite their icy, arctic colouring.
Ethan did not turn away.
Nor did he cede any of the closeness.
In fact…
He did the opposite.
As Dan stood transfixed in the piercing gaze of the unfathomably beautiful boy in front of him, Ethan proceeded to close the gap between them, pressing his body closer to Dan’s.
Dan was in some kind of disembodied state, but there was a part of him that faintly questioned the reality of this moment. It couldn’t be real. It wasn’t possible that this was actually happening, that Ethan was… leaning in?
Ethan was leaning in.
His slender fingers traced a line gently down the side of Dan’s face, trailing across the thin layer of stubble on his hard chin and then circling back up to Dan’s lips.
Dan closed his eyes, unable to comprehend this moment.
He sensed movement in front of him…
He felt the soft warmth of Ethan’s breath on his lips...
And they were kissing.
Ethan’s pillowy lips pressed against Dan’s, gently nudging them apart. He slid his tongue inside Dan’s mouth, slowly, questioningly until Dan responded in kind, his body reacting with pure need. Dan slid his large arms underneath Ethan’s and gripped his body tight, pulling it into his own. Ethan draped his arms over Dan’s shoulders, sinking into the kiss.
And then a floodgate opened.
They each pressed themselves into one another, crushing their bodies together, gripping at backs and heads and hair. They kissed with a ferocious urgency, raking their mouths and tongues across one another, kissing and licking inches of exposed cheeks and necks. There was something about the burning desperation with which Ethan clawed at Dan that made him wonder if Ethan had spent the day in a similar state of torturous fantasizing.
Ethan slipped the other suspender off Dan’s shoulder and grabbed the hem of his shirt, wrenching it skyward and ripping it over his head to reveal the hard, toned bulk of him. Ethan leaned back and leered hungrily at Dan’s upper body which sent Dan into a frenzy. He grabbed Ethan and smashed their bodies together, kissing and sucking on his neck. The feel of Ethan’s smooth skin against his own caused Dan’s rock-hard cock to jump demandingly in his pants.
Feeling this against his thigh, Ethan reached down and slid his hand beneath the velvet waistband of Dan’s Santa pants and began to rub his cock through the moist cotton of his underwear.
It took every ounce of willpower for Dan to wrench himself away from Ethan, pulling them apart.
“Wait, wait…” Dan panted.
Panting just as hard, Ethan looked up at Dan, confusion in his face.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Dan asked, hating himself for tempting fate and risking Ethan changing his mind, but knowing he would hate himself more if they went through with it and he didn’t stop to check.
Ethan looked Dan square in the eyes.
“I have been thinking about what was under this suit all day.”
Dan grinned in disbelief as Ethan dropped to his knees. He reached out and dragged down the flowing, red pants before tucking his fingers beneath the waistband of Dan’s underwear. He drew them down too, revealing Dan’s decently proportioned cock, which swung out in front of him as if presenting itself for inspection. Ethan offered up his broadest, most delighted smile yet.
Ethan reached out and tentatively stroked Dan’s shaft with the tips of his fingers. Dan quivered as Ethan’s soft palm wrapped around the heft of him and began to gently stroke back and forth. It was just as good as he had pictured when he’d shaken Ethan’s hand.
Ethan glanced up at Dan, the whites under his powdery irises exposed, his face the picture of angelic innocence.
“Holy shit…” breathed Dan as Ethan opened his mouth and consumed Dan’s cock.
Ethan slid the generous girth of Dan’s penis past his moistened lips, grazing its tip, sleekly and tenderly. Dan’s body twitched in ecstasy as Ethan used his tongue to feed more and more of Dan’s dick into his mouth, scooping and sucking as he guided it down. Ethan began to bob his head, thrusting Dan’s cock into his throat. Dan sighed, deep and guttural as the wetness of Ethan’s mouth and throat engulfed his cock and pumped it repeatedly.
Ethan sucked on Dan’s cock for about ten minutes before he pulled himself off of Dan and dipped his head down, moving around to lick and suck at different portions of Dan’s skin. He stuck out his tongue and cupped it underneath Dan’s dangling ballsack which caused Dan to shudder dramatically.
“Fuck…” breathed Dan, unable to formulate a more complex sentence.
Ethan began to suckle greedily on Dan’s balls, whilst simultaneously pumping his cock, rubbing Dan’s foreskin achingly over the sensitive tip. Dan felt his dick begin to swell. Ethan must have too, because just as Dan was nearing a climax, Ethan abruptly stopped and got to his feet.
Dan opened his eyes, panting and panicked, scanning Ethan’s face to see if there was something wrong. What he found instead was a determined look of pure lust.
“I want you to fuck me,” Ethan said.
Holy shit.
“For real?” asked Dan, aware that the current extremity of his arousal was making him sound like a desperate, horny teenager.
Ethan laughed.
“Yes, for real,” he replied, reaching into his bag and pulling out a small, travel sized bottle of lube.
Good lord. Does he just carry that around?
Ethan thrust the bottle into Dan’s hand and leaned in to kiss him, driving his tongue deep into Dan’s yielding mouth. He pulled back gently and, lips still touching, whispered to Dan.
“I want you to bend me over and destroy my hole.”
There was a beat in which Ethan glanced up. He watched as, very slowly, something new crept into Dan’s eyes. Something slightly dark and a little bit dangerous.
From deep within, a primal, animalistic current began to run through Dan’s body. He slowly reached up to rest his hand on the back of Ethan’s head.
And then, suddenly, he grabbed a fistful of Ethan’s curly brown locks and spun him around, roughly shoving his body so that he was doubled over, chest pressed against a storage shelf, face sandwiched into a cardboard box.
Dan moved quickly, reaching down to grab the clingy, silken fabric of Ethan’s elf-tights and ripping them down.
Sweet mother of fucking hell.
It was the most perfect ass Dan had ever seen.
Tight, elastic looking skin curved around two glorious, milky mounds, each devastatingly bouncy and plush with the thin, beige g-string of Ethan’s dance belt disappearing between them. They were the kind of asscheeks that you could grab hold of and annihilate. Which Dan fully intended to do.
He ran his hand slowly down one of them before giving it a good, sharp slap. The shrill sound echoed off the storage room’s walls.
Fuck, it was delicious.
Ethan writhed, as Dan slid his fingers beneath the dance belt and wrenched it, digging the waistband into Ethan’s narrow hips. He retrieved the sliver of fabric from within Ethan’s chasm and pulled it to the side before spreading him open to get a first glimpse of Ethan’s cunt.
It was just as perfect as the rest of him.
A tiny pink little set of lips, completely hairless, pouted up at Dan, as though desperate to be fed. Dan was aching to oblige.
He grabbed the lube and slicked up his cock, wiping the excess down Ethan’s crack. He shuffled forwards and pressed his throbbing cock head to Ethan’s opening, greeting the entrance with his tip. He leaned over, completely shrouding Ethan with his hulking frame. He found Ethan’s ear and gently nibbled on it before whispering.
“Is this what you want?”
Ethan moaned as Dan nudged slightly forward, poking Ethan playfully with his dick.
“Stop teasing me, Dan. I’ve been waiting for this all fucking day.”
Dan chuckled hungrily.
“Okay then. Here we go.”
He wrapped his arms around Ethan’s chest in a tight bear hug and began to slowly hinge his hips forward, gradually inserting himself into Ethan’s body.
It was… utterly indescribable.
Dan’s heart raced and his balls twinged as he slid his cock deeper and deeper inside Ethan’s tight pussy.
And it was a very, very tight pussy.
The firm, muscular walls of Ethan’s passage pressed hard against Dan’s cock, causing a deliciously hot friction of restraint. Dan heard Ethan whimper beneath him and stopped immediately, loosening his grip on Ethan’s body in case he needed to adjust himself.
“What are you doing?” demanded Ethan. “Don’t stop!”
Emboldened, Dan grabbed on tight and thrust the remaining inches of his cock inside. Both boys emitted a deep, primeval moan as Dan bottomed out.
“Holy fuck… your cock is so beautiful,” whined Ethan, breathing heavy. “Fuck me with it, Dan. Fuck me with your beautiful cock.”
Dan needed no further instruction. He stood tall and grabbed on tight to Ethan’s delectable cheeks, before proceeding to absolutely obliterate Ethan’s hole.
Dan thrust his cock hard and deep, pulling it out in long strokes and hammering it back in. Ethan arched his back, moaning with pleasure, as his pussy was railed, lips stretched wide around Dan’s battering ram. Dan drove his cock in and out, panting with exertion as he slammed into Ethan. He roared rapturously as beads of sweat began to pool across his broad pecs, trickling down his abs and sliding into the v-shaped lines he’d worked hard to sculpt into his stomach.
Dan adjusted his grip on Ethan, sliding his hands around to grab his hips for more purchase. He pumped even harder, the muscles in Dan’s ass tightening as he shoved himself as deep as he could go, causing little dimples to appear in his muscular buttcheeks. Sweat began to fly from both their bodies, hurtling down onto the Santa pants pooled around Dan’s ankles and speckling the elf tights, still wrapped around Ethan’s thighs.
Dan knew he wouldn’t last long. Not with the day’s anticipatory build up and the excruciatingly sexy tightness of Ethan’s hole… He began to moan a little with each thrust, the pitch of his gasps getting higher and higher as he continued to plough into Ethan’s cunt.
Sensing the approaching climax, Ethan snapped his head around and called out to Dan.
“Don’t you dare pull out.”
Dan stared at Ethan, eyes wide with shock.
“You heard me,” he said, resolute. “My pussy’s hungry. Feed it.”
Aroused to the next level by this command, Dan doubled his pace and began to thrust with abandon, furiously drilling into Ethan’s cunt.
“Yes!” cried Ethan.
“Fuck…” moaned Dan.
Dan closed his eyes, blissing out, knowing he was only seconds away from exploding.
“Shoot your load in me, Dan, please…” begged Ethan. “Feed me your cum.”
And that was it.
Dan unleashed.
With an almighty roar, he drove his hips as far forward as they could go, plunging his cock into the warm depths of Ethan’s belly, and loosed a sea of cum inside him. Ethan moaned as Dan continued to thrust, his body spasming, ass muscles clenched tight, spilling his load in heavy bursts.
Eventually, the waves of orgasm subsided and Dan let out the breath he’d been holding. He collapsed, stumbling back a step, his cock sliding out of Ethan’s ass and slapping into his thigh. A thin dribble of Dan’s jizz began to trickle down the inside of Ethan’s leg.
“Holy hell,” panted Dan, trying to get his bearings, disoriented and dizzy from the euphoria.
But Ethan wasn’t quite done.
He spun around to face Dan.
“Get on your knees,” he said.
Too elated and high from his orgasm to think about it, Dan dropped to his knees before Ethan, who reached his hand down and scooped the leaking supply of Dan’s cum from his leg and ass.
He then grabbed hold of his own cock which was meaty and long, with a bulging, circumcized mushroom head. He began to use Dan’s cum as lube, fist pumping up and down as he furiously jerked himself off. He stepped forward so that his cock was hovering above Dan’s face, and nudged his balls towards Dan’s nose. Taking the hint, Dan eagerly opened his mouth for Ethan to dunk his nuts inside. Dan lapped up Ethan’s sweaty sack, tickling the balls with his tongue.
It wasn’t long before Ethan was groaning himself. He pulled his balls out of Dan’s mouth and grabbed hold of Dan’s hair, aiming his cock at his face like a pistol.
“Fuck…” moaned Ethan. “Ever since I saw this face, I wanted to cum all over it.”
Dan’s insides twisted with pleasure at the compliment.
“Look at that fucking jaw,” grunted Ethan, panting as he continued to pump his fist down on his dick, staring at Dan’s chin. “I’m gonna paint that jaw with my cum.”
Dan grinned, bringing out the dimples in his face cheeks which matched the ones in his ass, and this seemed to send Ethan over the edge.
“Fuck Dan, I’m GONNA CUM!”
And cum he did.
Ethan’s body coiled tight like a spring as he thrust his cock forward and a jet of hot, creamy jizz shot out of it, hitting the marble-like ridge of Dan’s pronounced jawline.
“FUUUUCK, DANNNN,” groaned Ethan, his angelic little face scrunched up tight.
Two more shots were fired, spraying Dan’s face with a copious helping of Ethan’s cum, warmly coating his nose and cheeks.
Dan stuck out his tongue and was rewarded with one final blast which landed squarely in his mouth. Dan savoured the salty, sweet tang of Ethan’s juice before swallowing it.
A few moments passed with each of them rooted in place, the room completely silent, but for their intermittent panting.
Ethan looked down at Dan, who was not sure he ever wanted to be anywhere other than on his knees in front of this demigod of a boy.
They locked gazes, staring at each other, allowing the moments to pass. Seconds? Minutes?
Ethan’s opalescent cerulean eyes bore into Dan’s as a soft smile formed on both their lips.
“Merry Christmas, I guess?”
“Merry Christmas indeed.”
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