Dear Santa

18-year-old Football Quarterback Blake Sellers was not your average high school senior. Yes he looked the part with his tall body, his muscular toned frame, and his jet black hair, but for this good looking boy he had a big secret, a secret he wouldn’t share with anyone. He still believed in Santa Claus.

Christmas was his favorite time of year and every year he would write a letter to Santa and all his wishes would come true. When he was 8, he asked for a bike and he got one. When he turned 12, he asked for a football and he got that too. When he was 15, he asked a new football helmet and he got that too. Every year he got what he asked for and that’s why he never stopped believing in Santa. That is until he turned 16 & 17.

At 16 he asked for a new car and did not get it and at 17 he asked Santa for a new pair of name brand shoes and he never got those either. For some reason Santa quit answering his letters and it made Blake upset. So upset that for Christmas this year, he never wrote a letter to Santa.

After a quick football winter practice on Christmas Eve, Blake came home smelling of dirt and grass. His porcelain face covered in grime, his smile nonexistent. He was sad that the spirit of Christmas was no longer with him as Santa had forgotten him for the past 2 years.

“Marty,” Blake’s mom began as she sipped her afternoon wine, “I hate seeing our son like this. He’s not happy anymore.”

“What do you expect, we can’t keep buying him everything he asks from “Santa Claus”.” Blakes father retorted.

“I know that, but look at him, he’s so depressed. I miss his Christmas joy.”

“It’s better he finds out now before he goes to college and gets made fun of for believing in Santa.”

As night approached Blake sat in his room, dinner was waiting for him at the door. He sat his desk with a pen and paper and decided to write one final letter to Santa. This was it, this was Santa’s chance to prove he was real.

“Dear Santa,

I’m sorry if I was naughty this year. I’m sure you forgot me the past 2 years because I acted like a jerk at football practice and among other things. I promise I’ll be good. I promise I’ll do whatever you tell me to do, no questions asked. I can be good again, like I was when I was younger.

All my friends don’t believe in you and they’d make fun of me if I told them I still believe in you, which I still do. For Christmas this year how about a new set of pajamas. It’s simple and won’t take much time to magically create. Please Santa.

Anyway, I left you cookies downstairs again, one last time. I hope you like them and I hope you eat them all. I’m sorry for letting you down Santa.

Love,

Blake”

As the night drew to a close, Blake put on his tank top, his blue pajama pants, and his white tube socks. He opened his window slightly, placing his letter to Santa nearby. Blake watched as the snow fell down from the sky as it covered the neighboring houses. It was almost midnight and Blake was tired. He closed his eyes and wished that Santa would read his letter and prove once and for all he was real. With the sounds of the cold winter wind blowing in his room, Blake had fallen asleep.

Crash!

Thud!

“What was that!” Blake screamed as he heard a noise coming from downstairs.

Blake quickly got up from his bed and grabbed a baseball bat near his door. He turned to look at his window and the letter to Santa was gone and his window was shut. Blake also noticed the alarms did not go off either. Blake checked the time and it was 12:15am. Holding his bat with both hands he slowly exited his room and made his way downstairs.

The downstairs was dimly lit. The fireplace was off. The tree had subtle red and green lights blinking off and on, hard to see much. Presents a plenty were under the tree, albeit any from Santa. The brown couch and brown recliner did nothing to draw attention to how bland the living room was. As Blake reached the middle of the steps, he saw something that stopped him dead in his tracks. He saw a figure in red and white, holding a sack full of something, and he had on black boots. Blake couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Santa.” Blake said aloud as the figure quickly turned around to see who was speaking.

“Wha? Huh?” the man said in a low gruff voice.

“Santa it is you. It’s me Blake, you read my letter, didn’t you?” Blake asked as he dropped the baseball bat and moved towards the Santa like figure.

“Why yes..cough.. I did sweet Blake and it was such a great letter too. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to go now before your parents wake up.” Santa said as he gathered his bag and made way towards the back door.

“Wait, before you go, I wanted to apologize for being naughty last year.” Blake said as he hung his head low.

Santa stooped in his tracks, his face darkend from the dimly lit room, his white beard being the only thing Blake could see clearly as he made his way back to the living room.

“You naughty? never.” Santa said with his deep voice.

“It’s true Santa I was naughty the past few years. I was a jerk on the football team and I did naughty things on my phone. I sent shirtless pics to girls and they sent some pics back. I’m so upset with myself. Please forgive me Santa.” Blake said ashamed at his behavior.

“Don’t be sad. We all mistakes. You can just make it up to me later if you want.” Santa said with a smile, his teeth white and sinister.

“I’d love to Santa. How can I make it up to you?” Blake asked eagerly.

“Well, some young boys asked Santa for a few clothing items this year and I sadly ran out. The elves in the North Pole didn’t make enough.”

“How sad. Anything I can do Santa?”

“Well, you could give me some of your clothes.”

“Sure I’ll run upstairs and get them.” Blake said as he went to walk back up the stairs.

“No wait! If you go upstairs, I’ll disappear. Once you see Santa and..uh.. you look away for too long…I..uh disappear. Yeah that’s it…Ill disappear.”

“Well, I don’t want that. What other clothes are down here then?” Blake said disappointed.

“Hmm well, maybe I could have you tank top Blake. I know a young man who’s just dying to get one.”

“Okay. No problem Santa.” Blake agreed eagerly, removing off his tank top and tossing it to Santa.

Santa grabbed it with one hand as he looked at Blake from a distance. His toned hairless body, his defined abdominal muscles, the v shape pelvis, only lit up by the red and green lights blinking on the Christmas tree. He could see Blake’s perky pink nips and his little belly button.

“Thanks Blake. I also know a boy who’d love your pajama pants.”

“But I don’t have anything on underneath Santa.” Blake said unsure of what to do.

“Well, that’s okay because I got you some new pajamas, right here, in this bag.“, Santa said reaching in his bag pulling out a red union suit.

“Wow, you really did get me what I asked for. Okay Santa.” Blake said taking off his pajama pants.

Santa stared at Blake, unable to speak. He looked down at the smooth dangling uncut cock that was wiggling back and forth as Blake removed his bottoms. Santa saw the beautiful huge smooth nutsack the dangling down below the sagged low. Santa was speechless.

“Santa?” asked Blake as he tossed his bottoms over to Santa.

“Sorry boy, I mean Blake. I just forgot how much you’ve grown.”

“Oh,” Blake said covering his uncut cock up, “Sorry about that. It’s hard to be shy about it when mines the biggest at school.”

“How big might I ask?” Santa said adjusting his bulge in his red suit.

“Last time I measured I’m at 9.5 inches soft and 11 inches hard.”

“Well don’t cover up for me. Besides here’s your new pj’s you asked for.” Santa said with a smirk.

“Thanks Santa.” Blake said as he reached out for the present.

“Well before I do that and give you your present, would you mind if ate these cookies? Because once I give you your present I’ll have to go.” Santa said sadly.

“Oh shucks. Okay Santa.” Blake agreed as he covered his cock up again with both hands.

On the coffee table lay two cookies, in the shape of Christmas trees. Next to the cookies was a small glass of milk filled to the middle. Santa noticed how cute the cookies were and went to reach over them but knocked the milked over “accidentally”.

“Oh no! Blake I’m so sorry.” Santa admitted as he began to “cry”

“It’s okay Santa don’t cry. I’ll clean it up.” Blake said as he bent over in front of Santa, his hairless ass sticking up in the air.

“Thanks Blake.” Santa replied, moving his head down towards Blake’s ass, taking in a good whiff.

“I’m almost done Santa, sadly this was the last of the milk.” Blake stated as he picked up the glass and wiped away the spilled milk.

“Well shoot. I can’t eat these cookies without any milk. What will we do?” Santa said rubbing his head.

“I’m sorry Santa, I should’ve made sure there was more milk in the fridge.” Blake was sad.

“Well maybe…no…you’d never do that for me.” Santa said as he began to walk out towards the back door.

“What?! What can I do Santa?” Blake asked eagerly, hoping to please Santa.

“Well, I was thinking, maybe if you put some cream on the cookies, I’d be able to eat the cookies.” Santa said with a smile.

“What kind of cream Santa, we don’t have much. Mom already cooked Christmas dinner for later.” Blake asked unsure of what to do.

“Well maybe if you added your cream from inside you, maybe that would help me digest the cookies better.”

“Do you mean my sperm Santa?” Blake asked confusingly.

“Yes Blake, I think if you jizzed on the cookies I’d be able to eat them without milk.”

Blake stood in silence. He looked at the cookies then back at Santa. He was stunned. He’s only jizzed a few times the past year and that was just because he was horny. Blake wanted to be good for Santa but he was unsure of what to do.

“You wont be mad at me though?” Blake asked.

“Of course not, in fact if you do this for me, I’ll make sure to visit you in person every year for the rest of your life.”

“Deal.” Blake said as he walked over to the cookie plate

In the dimly lit room, Blake stood in front of the cookie plate, Santa standing right behind him. Blake slowly rubbed his hairless muscular torso to make himself feel good. Santa moved his hands on Blake’s smooth chest as well.

“It’s okay Blake, Santa wants to help make you feel comfortable.”

“Thanks Santa.” Blake moaned as he started to play with his dangling member.

Blake used his right hand to grab his pulsating veiny uncut cock and he began to slide his skin up and down slowly. Blake could feel Santa behind him, his warm body pressing up against his muscular back and his hairless ass cheeks. He could feel Santa’s rough hands on his perky pink nips, squeezing them a bit.

“Ahh!” Moaned Blake as Santa squeezed a bit too hard.

“Shh Blake, you’ll wake your parents.” Santa ordered as he began to lick the bottom of Blake’s earlobe as he continued to pinch the perky nips with his fingers.

Blakes uncut cock was growing in size as he was continuing to stroke his meat with the same motion. Santa looked down and could see Blake’s cockhead peek in and out of the foreskin, something Santa wish he could touch. Blake’s cock head started to leak some pre-cum.

“I’m starting to leak Santa, is that enough?” Blake asked as he started to rely on Santa to keep him up.

“No Blake, I need more to swallow my cookies.” Santa replied as he watched Blake continue to stroke, faster this time.

Blake was leaning all the way back on Santa now. Santa could feel Blake’s body firmly pressed against him. Santa did his best to keep the boy up. He slowly reached under Blakes bottom and began to massage the set of hairless nuts that dangled on Santa’s leg.

“Oh!” Blake moaned as he felt Santa’s hand grab his nut sack.

“Good boy. Keep stroking for Santa. Keep beating that meat. You are making Santa very happy.” Santa said with a grin.

The lights on the tree continued to blink red and green. Giving off very little light to the scene that was unfolding. Blake continued to stroke his cock with faster motions as Santa massaged his balls. Blake’s body started to perspire and Santa was getting whiffs of Blake’s natural scent.

Sniff
Sniff

“Mmmhmm. You smell really good Blake. Good enough to come with me to the north pole soon.”

“You mean it Santa?” Blake asked as his body was winding up and getting hotter.

“Oh yea boy, I mean Blake. Id love to have you come to the north pole. But first I need my cream on those cookies.”

“I’m trying Santa.” Blake said as he continued to stroke his leaking cock.

“That’s okay boy, I mean Blake. Let me help a bit more with that. Maybe I should just drink straight from the tap.” Santa said as he tuned Blake around and bent down towards the leaking cock.

“Huh?” Blake said unsure of what was happening.

Santa put his whole mouth on Blake’s cock. Slurping and bobbing his head back and forth, making sure to gag on the monstrous cock that was invading his mouth.

“Fuck!” Blake yelled before he covered his mouth, hoping not to wake his parents.

His first blow job ever and from Santa no less. Blake leaned on the arm rest of the sofa with both arms behind him as he closed his eyes and enjoyed Santa’s warm mouth encompassing his cock. Blake could feel Santa’s teeth slowly touching the skin of his cock, his warm wet moustache sticking to the base of his shaft as Santa devoured his cock. He could feel the back of Santa’s throat with every motion as Santa continued to suck viciously. Blake’s muscles tensed as he could feel himself getting close to that moment.

Slurp

Slurp

Slurp

Santa never let up. He tasted more and more of the sweet pre-cum from the 18-year-old highschooler in front of him. His sweet nectar tasting like heaven. He could feel the boys cock begin to stiffen and pulsate, he was close to cumming.

“Santa, I’m going to cum.” Blake admitted as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

“Good boy Blake, fill me up.” Santa muttered as he placed his entire mouth on the pulsating cock.

Splooge

Spurt

“Fuck!” Blake yelled as streams of warm liquid shot from his cock with such ferocity.

All Santa could do was swallow and swallow as fast as he could. The warm juices trying to fill his cheeks, he didn’t want to waste the sweet cum that was pouring out of the tap. Santa swallowed every single drop as he could feel the cock in his mouth bounce up and down, hitting the roof of his mouth, coating his throat.

“Oh man.” Blake moaned as he could feel his pulsating cock start to wain down and the shots of cum started to slow down as well.

Santa moved his mouth off of the shrinking uncut cock and moved his lips to the tip of the foreskin. He kissed the collapsing foreskin as it swallowed Blake’s cock head back inside. Santa licked his cum stained lips and he moaned with pleasure. The taste was divine.

“Good boy, now I can eat my cookies.” Santa said as he grabbed the plate of cookies and ate them.

“What now Santa?” Blake asked trying to take a breath, as his muscular naked body was sweating.

“Go upstairs and put on your new pjs. Be a good boy for me and don’t tell anyone you saw me. I’ll come visit you next Christmas.” Santa said as he patted Blake’s smooth face.

“You mean it.” Blake said with a grin.

“Of course boy. Now run along.” Santa said as he ushered Blake to go upstairs.

Blake grabbed his new pjs, a red union suit, and hurried upstairs. He quickly put on his new pjs, albeit they were a tad big for him. He wiped his sweat away and laid back in his bed. He was so happy to be on Santa’s good list again and he was happy that after everything Santa was real.

Christmas morning and Blake had finally woken up. He jolted up quickly and looked in his mirror. It wasn’t a dream; he had the red union suit on. He smiled and was so happy that Santa was real after all. Blake hurried downstairs and gave his mom and dad a hug as he reached for some bread to put in the toaster.

“Someone’s happy this morning.” Blakes mom said as she prepped the Christmas turkey.

“I’m just happy is all.” Blake said, keeping his Santa visit a secret.

“Well could you quiet down I’m trying to watch the news.” Blake’s father said as he tuned up the news that was on the T.V.

“And he’s finally been caught”, an African American female reporter began to say on the T.V., “Derek Fisher, also known as Naughty Santa, has been found just south of Pecan Grove Street. Derek Fisher is a known thief and sex offender, often catfishing young men pretending to be Santa. Mr. Fisher any words before the police take you in?”

“Yea” the gruff voice said, “enjoy the union suit kid.” The disheveled older man with white moustache and scruffy beard said as he looked right into the camera.

Blake stopped dead in his tracks in the kitchen. He dropped his toast and looked directly into the T.V. Blake’s Christmas spirit was gone.

THE END