What started as some surprising holiday family fun with my dad and my grandpa the previous year had developed into a lot of fucking and sucking (and more) during my last few months of high school and over the summer before I had to leave for college. Of course, I'd found a few fuckbuddies to play with at college, both in the faculty and in the student body, but the cocks and cum I really craved belonged to my own dad and grandpa.
With my first semester at college behind me, I was eager to get home and play! I'd hit the interstate as soon as my final exam had been turned in. It was a really long drive, and I stopped only when I needed to refuel. No loitering! I didn't want to waste any more time than was absolutely necessary. I was so desperately hungry for some real daddy cum! However, as I approached the last rest area before the exit for home, my bladder told me it wouldn't wait any longer. I turned on the signal, changed lanes, and took the exit.
I was a bit surprised to find the parking lot nearly empty. There were a couple semis in the truck parking area, but only one other car. I assumed it belonged to the family finishing up a meal at one of the picnic tables and beginning to pack up to leave. I didn't give it much thought. My bladder told me it was now or never.
The door slammed against the wall as I rushed into the restroom and headed toward the urinals, undoing my belt and my jeans as I went. I was so focused on getting my dick out and not pissing my pants that I didn't really even notice anything until I unleashed a torrent of piss into the porcelain receptacle, closed my eyes, and heaved a sigh of relief.
"Looks like someone really had to go," a voice laughed. My piss flow cut off instantly and my eyes flew open. "Don't let me stop you," Santa smiled at me from the next urinal. Yes, I was standing beside a guy dressed like Santa.
I grinned and said, "Thanks, Santa," then I looked down at my dick as the piss started to flow again. "You're out and about early this year, Santa," I said casually. "Driving a semi instead of your sleigh?"
"Yeah, too early for the sleigh, but I've still got lots of loads to deliver," he replied, sounding a bit more like the Big Bad Wolf than Santa.
I turned my head slightly in his direction, and we locked eyes. I literally gulped. I don't know what I was expecting, but he was hot. Definitely a daddy Santa rather than a grandpa Santa. He had a dark, trimmed mustache and beard, but he was still wearing the entire Santa outfit, from the black boots on his rather large feet to the red hat on his head. "I'll bet you do," I finally said.
"But only for extra naughty boys like you, Andy," he said, slowly adjusting his red jacket to reveal the hard cock that he was holding in his hand. I hadn't even noticed that he wasn't pissing while we talked. I was too busy emptying my own bladder.
My muscles contracted to shoot one last blast of piss out of my cock, followed by a few final dribbles. I shook off the last drops casually as I continued staring at him. "Do I know you?" I finally asked. I couldn't place him at all.
"Ho, ho, ho," he laughed. His belly didn't shake but his rigid dick sure bounced. "Not personally, but I've seen your name on the naughty list enough times to know you very well."
I gulped. I wasn't sure whether to be freaked out or turned on. My stiffening dick made the decision for me. I slowly started stroking it while still looking at Santa. He just grinned at me and started stroking his stiff cock as well.
"Looks like someone's being very naughty," he grinned at me.
"I'm not the only one, Santa," I replied.
"If you want to be really naughty, how about being Santa's Little Helper?" He turned slightly toward me and released his cock. I hesitated for only a moment, during which I decided that the picnickers must have gone by that point, then I smiled and stretched my free hand toward Santa's cock. "Oh yeah, that's it, Andy," he sighed as I wrapped my fist around his hot, rigid shaft. "Stroke Santa's dick," he whispered.
I could feel his blood pulsing in the veins as I slowly slid my fist up and down his velvety shaft, jacking my own cock at the same time, same pace. Nice and slow. He let out a soft moan when I swirled my thumb over the precum-oozing head on an upstroke.
"You've done this before," he grinned.
"Once or twice," I replied as I tightened my grip on his throbbing cock.
"Oh yeah," he sighed. "Does Santa's Little Helper want to suck on Santa's North Pole?"
I laughed and said, "God, you sound like my--" I cut off quickly and looked up from his cock to his smiling face?
"Like who?" he asked innocently with a raised eyebrow.
"Well," I thought fast, "like yourself...when we played last Christmas. Before you dyed your white beard," I added with a grin.
"Good save," he laughed. "So, do you want to suck it or just stroke it?"
"You want me to suck it?"
I could feel a sudden tremor running through his body. "Oh yeah," he groaned as his cock throbbed in my hand.
"Come on, then," I said as I used his dick to lead him into the disabled cubicle. "More privacy with lots of room," I smiled as I locked the door before sinking to my knees. I gave his shaft a firm stroke, and a bead of precum oozed out. I stuck out my tongue and lapped up the sweet fluid.
"Oh yeah," Santa moaned. I slowly slid his cock between my wet lips and he took my head firmly between his hands. "Eat that cock, Andy."
My brain continued trying to figure out how he knew me when I didn't know him, but my mouth didn't care. It sucked eagerly on his meat as he began slowly pumping it into my mouth. Gently pulling my head toward his crotch. Driving his dick into my throat. "Mmmm," I moaned.
"Yeah, you can take it, you nasty boy," he hissed as he drove it deeper into my throat.
I groaned again as my throat tried to accommodate the invasion. Trying to swallow the cock stuffed into it. Wanting more.
"Mmmm," Santa sighed when he finally began withdrawing his cock and my tongue slid along the underside. "So good."
"Mmmm," I agreed, tasting more of his sweet precum oozing onto my tongue. I sucked hungrily on the shaft, not wanting it to leave my mouth.
"So good," Santa sighed as he changed directions and started feeding me again. Flexing his hips. Feeding me cock. Sliding it in. Sliding it out. Sliding it in. "But you know what Santa really wants, Andy?"
He let me slide my mouth off of his saliva-slick cock, which I kept stroking as I looked up innocently at his smiling face. I gulped a bit of fresh air, then I finally said, "No, what?"
"Santa wants to fuck his little helper," he replied with a wicked grin and those sexy twinkling eyes.
I looked at the fat cock slowly sliding through my fist. After a few moments, I looked up at Santa and said, "I don't have any lube."
"I've got plenty of spit."
"I don't know." In all of my playing around, I'd never been fucked without lube, and Santa's cock was pretty thick...and long.
"I'll put you on the nice list," he replied with a grin and a wink. "I promise."
I grinned back and said, "I'll give it a try. But with lots of spit!" I added quickly.
"Done deal," Santa said before lifting me to my feet and turning me around. "It's been too long since Santa fucked a nice young ass like yours," he added as he worked my jeans down over my hips. "Bend over," he ordered gruffly.
I grabbed the support rails for balance and leaned over the toilet. I sighed as Santa spread my ass cheeks and worked both thumbs toward my pucker. He casually hacked up some saliva, and I groaned when I felt him spitting it on my asshole. "Oh yeah," I sighed as he began working the spit into my hole with a thumb.
"Fuck, you're tight," Santa observed before spitting more saliva on my pucker and working it into my hole as well. I groaned as he worked both thumbs into me and stretched my hole before spitting even more saliva into it. "You can do it, Andy," he whispered as he worked both thumbs deeper into me and stretched my hole.
"I want to, Santa," I moaned as he spit even more saliva into my crack and onto his thumbs.
"And I want you to enjoy it," he assured me.
"I will. I will," I moaned, suddenly becoming eager to have his cock inside me.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"I think so, but will you stop if I can't take it?" I asked nervously.
"I don't think that will be a problem, but yes, Andy, you're in control."
I took a deep breath. "Then let's try it," I finally said.
"Are you sure?" he asked again.
"Fuck me, Santa," I smiled over my shoulder.
"You're so naughty," he replied with a grin. "Okay, you asked for it." He slid his thumbs out of my hole but used one hand to keep my cheeks spread. I watched over my shoulder as he hacked up one last gob of spit, but then he just looked down and let it all drool out of his mouth. "Just slicking up my shaft first," he informed me as I felt the head of his cock sliding into my crack and his stroking knuckles grazed my flesh.
"Better get going before I change my mind," I laughed as I dropped my head and waiting for the invasion.
"Just take a deep breath and relax," Santa whispered as he rubbed the small of my back with his free hand. I did as he instructed. "And again," he whispered. I took two more deep breaths, slowly exhaling each one and feeling my ass relax more each time. "That's a good boy," Santa whispered as I felt the head of his cock gently pressing against my pucker. "Relax," he whispered, and I felt the pressure of his cock increase.
In spite of myself, I clenched my ass, but Santa kept pushing. I started breathing rapidly, trying to relax again as Santa's cock demanded entry. "FUCK!" I yelled when my pucker gave way and Santa's cock head surged into me.
Santa stopped the invasion but continued to rub my back. "That's a good boy, Andy. Breath. Relax. Let me know when you're ready." He sounded patient, but I could also feel his cock throbbing and pulsing inside me. Wanting more. Wanting to plunge into me. Wanting to fuck me.
When my body seemed to have sufficiently relaxed, I finally said, "Okay, Santa. Keep sliding that North Pole into me."
He chuckled and tightened his grip on my hips before slowly sliding his shaft deeper and deeper into me. I would definitely have preferred lube, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. And before I knew it, I could feel Santa's pubes pressed against my ass. "Yeah, that's a very good boy," he growled. "You still want Santa to fuck you?"
"Oh god yeah," I moaned, flexing my ass on the invader. "Fuck me, Santa."
"Is that your Christmas wish?" he asked with a chuckle.
"For now. Fuck me, Santa."
"Well, Santa likes to give people what they want," he growled as he quickly pulled his cock almost out of my ass before slamming it all the way back in. Deep and hard.
"Oh fuck," I grunted, tightening my grip on the rails. He pulled out and slammed in again, and I grunted again. And again. And again. Deep, driving thrusts. His fingers digging into my hips and pulling me back on his pole.
"You like that, Andy?" he panted as he thrust into me. "You like being pounded by Santa's cock?" he growled.
"Yes, yes, yes," I moaned, "oh yes!"
"Yeah, I know who's naughty," Santa chuckled, then he gave my ass a slap before driving his shaft deep into me again.
"So naughty," I moaned as I was filled with hard, throbbing cock. Again and again and again. "Don't stop," I groaned.
But at that moment, the restroom door opened and Santa froze. I held my breath and looked over my shoulder with panic on my face. Santa held up a finger to his lips for me to keep quiet. Then, to reassure me, he gave me a wink and a smile before flexing his cock inside me. I almost laughed, but I didn't.
"Are you in here, Gary?"
"Sure am, Walter," Santa called out.
My look of panic changed to confusion. My mind, lost in the raptures of getting fucked, was too fogged to figure out what was going on. All it knew was that that was Dad's name and his voice!
"Did you remember the Santa costume?" Dad asked.
"Sure did. I'm wearing it, you sick fuck," Santa replied, grinning at me.
Dad laughed. "Good, I want to surprise Andy."
"I think you've done a good job of that," Santa laughed.
"What?!"
"Santa has his cock up your boy's ass as we speak," Santa replied, giving me a wink and a thrust of his cock.
"No fucking way! Andy?"
"Uhh, yeah, Dad," I replied as he rattled the door handle.
Santa reached over and unlocked the door, which flew open to reveal Dad gaping at me with Santa's cock up my ass. "How...?"
"Just lucky coincidence," Santa laughed. "Had to find something to do while waiting for you to pick me up. Now, get in here or shut the door and let me get back to it."
Dad grinned and stepped into the cubicle, locking the door behind him. "Welcome home, Andy," he said with a smile.
"Thanks, Dad," I grinned, still not sure what was going on but not really caring about it either. If they were fine with it, I sure was.
"You fucker," Dad laughed before grabbing Santa's head with both hands and giving him a shockingly passionate kiss that seemed to go on forever as Santa fondled Dad's crotch.
Their lips finally parted, then Santa gave Dad another quick kiss before saying, "Good to see you too."
"What the fuck?" I suddenly couldn't help myself.
Dad looked at me a bit sheepishly. "I met Gary a few weeks after you left for college."
"I stopped at this rest area for a piss and got to fuck your dad instead," Santa... Gary replied with a grin. "I guess it's a family thing," he added with a laugh before slapping my ass.
"You're fuckbuddies?!"
"We sure are, Elf Andy," Santa replied.
I was surprised by Gary using Grandpa's nickname for me. I looked at Dad, who just shrugged and said, "Yeah, he knows all the family secrets."
"Your grandpa's one hot fuck," Gary laughed. "Wish I'd had a family like yours when I was your age."
"Then you'll just have to join ours, Santa," I replied with a smile and a flexing of my ass on his cock.
"Sounds good to me, Elf Andy," Santa replied, giving my ass a hard slap. "Damn, I've been waiting months to fuck Walter's son!"
"You dirty old man," Dad laughed.
"Watch it, Elf Wally, or I'll have to tell Grandpa Santa just what a naughty boy you are."
"He already knows," I laughed.
"Smart ass," Santa laughed, giving me a more playful slap on the ass. "Come on Elf Wally, stuff this naughty boy's mouth with something hard while I finish fucking his hot tight ass."
"Yes, Santa," Dad smiled as he quickly began undoing his pants while scooting in beside the toilet.
"God, I can't believe I'm finally gonna watch you suck on your daddy's cock," Gary growled.
"Wait until you see him fuck me," I smiled over my shoulder before turning my head and letting Dad's dick slide between my lips. "Mmmm," I moaned.
"He's as fucking horny as you said, Elf Wally."
"An elf after my own cock," Dad laughed.
"Sure looks like it," Gary laughed as I hungrily sucked on Dad's cock. I missed it so much after all those months at college. Almost as much as I enjoyed his cum filling my belly. The thought made me suck even more eagerly. I wanted it so bad!
"Come on, Santa, fuck my boy's ass."
"Talk like that will get you on the naughty list too, Elf Wally."
"That's where I want to be, Santa," Dad laughed.
"You like sucking Elf Wally's cock?" Santa asked, slapping my ass as he drove his own cock into me.
"Mmmmph," I grunted as they filled me with hot, hard meat at both ends.
Dad grabbed my head and began fucking my throat. "He sure does, Santa. Feels good too."
"Can't feel as good as this tight ass," Santa growled, thrusting his cock into me. Deep. Hard. Pounding.
"I have to agree," Dad grunted. "But this elf is a keeper...at either end."
"He sure is," Santa agreed, gripping my hips tighter as he used my hole mercilessly.
"Mmmmph," I groaned, holding onto the rails to maintain balance as the cocks used my mouth and ass. Driving into me. Again and again. I was in fuck heaven. If only Grandpa had been there, it would have been perfect.
"You mind if I breed this boy's ass?" Gary finally panted.
"He's your elf, Santa," Dad laughed.
I forced Dad's dick out of my mouth just long enough to say, "Fill my ass, Santa!"
Dad ruffled my hair as his hard dick slipped back between my lips and I used my best sucking techniques on it. I moaned uncontrollably around Dad's cock as Gary started fucking me even harder. Yanking my ass back onto his plunging, throbbing cock. "Yeah, pound that ass, Santa," Dad growled.
"Fucking best ass ever," Santa panted before slapping my butt. "Take it!"
"You ready to breed him?" Dad asked eagerly.
"You ready to feed him?" Gary asked.
"Fuck yeah," Dad grunted as the head of his cock battered my tonsils.
"Me too," Gary agreed as he rammed my ass. "So close. So... So... So close."
"Me too," Dad echoed. "So close."
"MMMMPH!" I begged to be filled with their hot jizz.
"GONNA CUM," Gary grunted.
"BREED HIM, SANTA!" Dad ordered.
"YOU CUMMING?" Gary asked urgently.
"ALMOST... THERE... ALMOST..."
"FUCK IT!" Gary roared as he frantically reamed my ass. "CUMMING!"
"ME TOO!" Dad yelled.
"FUCK!" they roared together as they both slammed their dicks into me and unleashed their torrents of cum. Shallow fucks with every load. Filling my ass. Filling my mouth. Together. Breeding me. Feeding me.
"MMMMPH!" I grunted as my own cock started shooting my load all over the toilet.
"HE'S CUMMING!" Gary laughed, when he felt my ass spasming on his shooting cock.
"YOU NAUGHTY BOY!" Dad laughed.
"MMMMPH!" I grunted again as I continued to empty my balls and gulp down Dad's cum. My cock was bouncing everywhere. Shooting jizz all over the place. I didn't dare risk letting go of the rails to aim it.
All three of us continued grunting as our bodies all spasmed through our individual orgasms and I continued swallowing cum. Grunting. Gasping. Panting. Huffing. Puffing. Finally slowing down to deep breathing.
"Jesus Fucking Christ," Gary finally groaned. "That's the best first fuck I've had since I fucked your ass in this same stall for the first time, Elf Wally."
I let Dad's spent cock slide out of my mouth. "Thanks, Santa," I panted before savoring the lingering taste of Dad's cum and swallowing what little hadn't already slid down into my belly. I licked my lips and added, "You too, Elf Wally."
"Sounds like you're having a Merry Christmas, Santa," a man outside the cubicle chuckled.
"I sure the fuck am," Gary laughed.
"Either of your elves interested in helping out a traveler in need?"
I looked from Dad to Gary, but they both just grinned at me. "Sure, why not?" I called out. "Just let me get cleaned up a little first."
"No need. I like sloppy seconds," the stranger called back.
Dad tucked his deflated cock back in his trousers and slid past me to unlock the door.
As Gary's cock slid out of my ass, he leaned forward to whisper, "Good to meet you, Andy. You definitely lived up to your daddy's bragging." I just looked over my shoulder and winked at him as he tucked his cock back into those red Santa pants.
I tried to relax and just be grateful that Gary's cum left my ass lubed up for the next entry.
"Here," Gary said outside the cubicle, "you might as well borrow this. He's a kinky little fucker."
The stranger laughed. "Thanks." I looked over my shoulder as the stranger entered the cubicle. I smiled when I saw that he was wearing Gary's Santa hat.
"And what can Santa get for you, young man?" the stranger asked with a grin.
"A nice hard cock shooting another load of cum up my ass," I replied.
"I think we can manage that," he said, hauling his stiffening cock out of his trousers.
"HO, HO, HO!" Gary called.
"Who you callin' a HO?" Dad laughed.
I made a face at the newcomer and shrugged at the corny jokes. "Ready when you are, Santa."
"Oh fuck," the guy groaned as his rock-hard cock slid easily into my cum-filled tunnel. "Who's been a naughty boy?"
"I have, Santa."
"You sure have," he growled as he began plunging his cock into me. "So tight and so slick," he sighed as he worked my ass relentlessly. Fucking me fast and hard. Not wasting time. He just needed to get off and my cummy ass was just a means to that end.
"Fuck me, Santa," I begged, squeezing his plunging cock with what strength my ass muscles still had.
"I've needed to shoot this load all day," the guy growled.
"That's what I'm here for," I assured him as I took the aggressive assault.
"Need to fill your slutty ass with more Santa cum," he grunted, slapping my ass really hard.
"Oh fuck," I moaned.
"You naughty boy," he grunted, grabbing my hips to increase his thrusting leverage.
"Shoot that load in me, Santa. I can't get enough," I moaned.
"Yeah, I'm gonna cream your guts, boy," he growled back. Pounding my ass. Driving deep. Churning up the cum load that was already in me.
Since he had such a firm hold on me, I risked letting go of the rails with one hand and reaching back between my legs.
"Oh fuck yeah," he grunted when my hand found and grabbed his swinging balls. "Tighter. Squeeze my fucking balls," he ordered without missing a fucking beat.
"Breed my ass," I ordered, squeezing his cum-filled balls even tighter.
"Oh fuck yeah," he grunted again. Really pounding my ass. Fast. Furious. Out of control.
"NOW!" I ordered, squeezing his balls even tighter!
"FUCK!" he yelled as he drove his cock deep into my guts. "CUMMING!"
"BREED ME, SANTA!" I ordered, pulsing my grip on his balls.
"YES!" he roared as his body began to tremble and he began blasting his jizz into me with shallow, uncontrolled thrusts! "FUCKING CUMMING!" he yelled, giving my ass a final slap. "CU... CU... CUMMING!" he grunted. Again and again as he shot his load into my guts. "Oh god," he finally sighed. I squeezed my ass again to milk the last of his cum out of his cock. "Stop," he begged with a shudder.
"Whatever you want, Santa," I replied, relaxing my ass.
"Damn, you're hot," he panted. "Do you hang out here often?" he asked as he continued trying to regain control.
"Not any more. You just got lucky today."
"Damn lucky," he agreed, finally sliding his cock out of me. "This is probably the best Christmas present I'm getting this year," he muttered as he grabbed some toilet paper to wipe off his deflating cock.
"Thanks, I enjoyed it, Santa," I assured him, grabbing some toilet paper of my own to wipe my ass. I also made a slapdash effort to wipe up some of my cum that was still on the toilet set. I didn't bother with what was puddled on the floor.
The stranger grinned as he tucked his cock back in his trousers and made himself presentable. "I hope I didn't hurt you," he said a little nervously, now that the heat of the moment had passed.
"No way. It felt great. Thanks. Just what I needed, Santa."
He smiled and nodded his appreciation as he unlocked the cubicle door.
When the stranger and I stepped out of the cubicle, Dad and Gary started applauding and cheering, as if we'd just won the Super Bowl.
"You're two sick fuckers," the stranger laughed as he shoved the Santa cap into Gary's hands and headed for the door. At the last moment, he turned with a final grin and added, "But thanks for sharing." And then he was gone.
Dad grabbed me for a hug and whispered in my ear, "It's good to have you home, Son."
"It's good to be home," I assured him before giving him a quick kiss and moving to the sink to wash my hands. "How long are you staying, Santa?"
"Just for the night, I'm afraid. Gotta get back on the road."
"But he'll be back, don't you worry," Dad laughed.
I looked over and saw that Dad and Gary had their arms around each other's waist, and I knew there was more going on there than just fuckbuddies. "And when are you coming back for good? To move in?" I asked bluntly, but with a smile.
Gary grinned sheepishly and looked at Dad before looking back at me. "As soon as I can get home and pack...if it's okay with you."
"It's great with me. Two daddies are definitely better than one! See you fuckers at home," I added with a grin as I headed out the door.
"Watch your language, you naught boy!" Gary laughed.
I looked over my shoulder and caught him giving Dad a quick kiss. "Whatever you want, Santa," I replied with a wink before heading out the door. "Whatever you want."
As I drove out of the rest area and headed for home, it wasn't visions of sugar plums that danced in my head; it was visions of all the naughty things I wanted to do with Dad and Gary...and Grandpa for Christmas!
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