So, I wrote this last Christmas (2023) and I really grew to love one of the main characters. I felt he sort of jumped off the page. But I realized I could embellish a little on the story, plus I thought it wasn’t ready yet. So the original tale grew into a bit longer story than what I originally planned. Then, after looking it over several thousand times, I kept added some small facts that I thought were interesting. What I’m trying to get at is, there may be a bit of fat to this little sex story. But at least the added trivial points are true. I Hope you enjoy it half as much as I did writing it.
Merry Christmas
RR
(P.S. In true American tradition I’m publishing this Christmas story right after Halloween, so you have plenty of time to… get in the mood, as Glenn would say).
A Visit from Nickolas
I had just pulled into a small tavern near my home to have a couple refreshments to ease the pain of breaking up with my wife and… to celebrate Christmas Eve or was it to forget that I was alone on Christmas Eve. I had no extended family and now since I also had no wife, I was truly… alone, and I wasn’t even certain the small bar I was driving to would be open.
Lucky me, they were open, and I was on my second dark ale when he came in and sat down at the bar three seats away from me. And what a strange sight, he looked like something out of a history book with dirty fur clothing and scuffed up high black boots that had his fur pants tucked into them.
He was a big man, possibly 230 pounds and stood about six two with a white beard that was so long it was braided into two braids that ran down the length of his belly, which was quite large. Although his look was sort of animal trapper meets homeless man, he had a bright smile when he ordered, “The strongest thing ya got,” then he looked over at me and winked.
“Whiskey Neat,” The bartender said as he set the drink down in front of the fur covered bearded man, spilling a tiny bit on the bar.
“Ah that’ll do for the first”, He said in a strange accent.
He drank the whiskey down in one quick swig then said, “Jamie, I’ve got to drain me monstrous lizard, how ‘bout another? Its celebration time tonight after all”, then he headed off to the toilet.
“Can I get you another there buddy?” Jamie the bartender asks me, then leans over the bar and under his breath says, “I can see him admiring you. That man is nothing but trouble. He’s broken many a man in two and always comes out shining like a brand new penny. You might want to split before he comes back. Take my word for it. I’ve heard some things, that he’s got a screw loose or… ah shit, here he comes.”
“Jamie, did ye not hear me… and on tonight of all nights, too?”
“Yes sir, sorry Nick, there you go,” Jamie said, as he poured more whiskey into the bearded mans glass.
“Cheers,” he says to me. I nodded and finished most of my beer and then got up to leave. I raised my eyebrows to Jamie the bartender and turned to go.
“Ahh Dang, you’re the only pretty thing in here, please don’t leave so quickly,” the bearded man says looking at me, smiling. Then looks over at the bartender, “Well, there’s Jamie here, but he ain’t much to look at, and he’s been with everyone at least a dozen times, ridden hard and put away wet, ain’t that right Jamie?”
Jamie turns around from us toward the bar mirror shaking his head, rolling his eyes and moves to clean more glasses ignoring the big man’s comment.
“Ah, sorry, nope, I gotta go,” I said and looked at Jamie. He turns looking at me nodding his head. I threw a twenty and a ten on the bar which I knew should cover all my costs plus tip and then some and headed for the door.
Stepping out into the cold, I stopped and put my arms around myself because it felt way colder than the thin jacket I had on could accommodate. I looked up into the night sky and I saw it was just starting to snow, and muttered to myself, “Well, there’ll be no Christmas wishes granted to me tonight.”
I walked around the back of the building, heading to my truck and could see someone leaning against it, so I slowed up my steps. It was pretty dark but when I got about fifty feet away I could see it was the big bearded man from the bar.
What the fuck, I thought to myself, did he run around the other side of the building to beat me to my truck? And how did he know which one was mine?
Walking up to him, his eyes lit up as he said, “Hello there friend! You left something on the bar.” Shaking my keys, he smiled with that big grin of his.
“Um… oh, yeah… thanks.” I could have sworn they were in the pocket of my jeans, I don’t even remember taking them out at the bar, I even tapped the front of my pants, but there was nothing there and here they were in the bearded man’s hands.
As he handed them to me he put his other hand under mine and dropped the keys into them. There was a small electric buzz that came from him holding my hand and I swore my whole body felt a shiver for a second that wasn’t just from the cold.
“It’s terrible you left so soon! I was hoping we could get to know each other some,” he said looking down into my eyes. At that moment his smile looked very strange and he sort of freaked me out a little, I thought back on what the bartender had said.
“Umm, yeah, no… sorry, I gotta go. Was nice meeting ya though.”
“Oh! We should meet again, my brother. We should!” I pushed around him getting into my old truck. And although this sounds creepy I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was right and my ass twitched a little as I sat down on my old truck seat. As I drove away, it was the strangest thing… but I was starting to get an erection.
On the drive home, I kept thinking of the bearded man. Damn, he was pretty fucking weird, and the effect he had on me slightly scared me, but made me feel kind of excited too, like the first time I saw naked pictures of woman in my best friend’s dad’s Penthouse magazine.
He looked bigger up close too, at least five to six inches taller than me and pretty heavy set, maybe even weighed more than I thought, possibly close to 300 or so. And the only reason I thought he was homeless was he had black specks of stuff all over his clothes, like he’d been working next to a fire or something. The strangest thing about him, besides wearing animal fur for clothing was his disposition. He was so over the top happy and so inviting, even his eyes appeared to be smiling, kind of excited about everything, sort of like a big kid, but now that I think back on it… for that reason, he was a bit unsettling too, maybe because that was so foreign to me. Nobody is ever that happy.
I tried to calm my thoughts down on my drive home and started thinking of Christmas. Even though I was alone, it could still be a good holiday, if I didn’t think of the ex-wifey.
When I pulled into my driveway of my mobile home I could see there was someone standing at my door under the crappy little overhang out of the light snow fall. This startled me a bit and the first thing I thought of was, of course! It’s going to be the process server to give me divorce papers for my ex. So, Merry Fucking Christmas after all! I knew it was coming, I just didn’t expect it tonight.
I should have known it might not work out with my wife and me. She was such a girly-girl and I started having more and more mixed feelings about my sexuality. Was I… I don’t know, gay? Bi? I wasn’t really sure, but after two years of marriage, I confided in her and told her how I had felt… that I was confused, and it wasn’t too long after that that she packed up her bags and left me.
However, the closer I got to my front door the more I realized, it wasn’t someone to serve me divorce papers… it was the big man with the beard.
“What the fuck!” I said out loud. I rolled down my window a bit, “Why are you following me?” I called out to him in the dark snow covered night.
He stepped down off the stairs with his hands up, “Oh! Hello there friend,” he said loudly, smiling. “I just thought that, ya know… after all these years of doing my work, even Ideserve something nice and pretty for Christmas. Then tonight…bam! You showed up!”
“What the fuck does that even mean?” I asked him, shaking my head from side to side. It was at that moment my beat up old truck engine sputtered and died.
“Shit!” I said pounding on the steering wheel.”
Hell, at least I made it home. So I just left the truck at the front of the driveway up to my house and got out slowly eyeing the big man as I walked up to my door.
“Ok, you know you gotta go. You’re really starting to freak me out.”
“I’m sorry, I really am! But hey… look, if you invite me in,” He said holding his hands up, “I can tell you the whole story, and what a story to tell. Just… please… I’ll make it worth your while. And I do believe there is a sort of thing between us… don’t you agree?”
His eyes sort of sparkled at me and it was at that very moment I started to feel a bit light headed. Like maybe those beers were starting to catch up to me.
I had no idea what he was talking about and normally, I would have told him to fuck off. And looking at him, he seemed so calm, serene and tranquil. And he had that big sappy smile on his face, with his red nose and his rosy cheeks, so much so, that I threw up my hands and said, “Shit, whatever man, ok… come on in… Fuck me, sheesh.” I stood aside as he walked up the cheap wooden stairs to my mobile home after I unlocked the door.
I turned on the lights and he walks in and sits right down on my big couch with the afghan on it.
“Hope ya don’t mind if I take a rest from standing? I’ve been working hard and I still have some to go. Not much, but a bit.”
“Ah, yeah whatever, so what’s with your getup, and… and why does it seem like you’re following me… or ahead of me five to six steps? And how do you even know where I live?”
I head over to the kitchen and start messing with the coffee maker and looking for a knife or some other type of a possible weapon just in case things get out of hand.
“Not to worry friend,” He said shaking his head from side to side. “After all these years, I’m thinking it’s about time I got another one of my Christmas wishes, and then you came along and I just figured… that they answered me, they finally answeredmeand… Well, I will confess, I did use a little bit of my magick to make things work tonight too.” He cocked his head to the side.
“What in the fuck are you talking about? And who are they?” I said in a low monotone voice looking at the big man from my little kitchen. I shook my head from side to side trying to clear it thinking what a fool I was to have let a perfect stranger into my house.
“Ah, Well!” He put his hands palms up again in that surrendering way, “I’ll start from the beginning… this may sound quite strange to ya and possibly a bit hard to believe but…”
“Try me.” I said roughly.
“OK! I was brought into servitude by divine intervention to make children happy on Christmas Day. It was so long ago… I don’t remember much of my life before then save only a couple things. I was told that there would be rewards along the way. This was a very… VERY… long time ago,” He said as his eyebrows rose up on his face, emphasizing his point.
“In the beginning I delivered presents all through the night on Christmas eve till the early morning hours of Christmas day. I know this sounds crazy impossible,” He said shaking his head. “But I can slow down time or even change my size if necessary and the later it got, the more I had to use that magick. It was getting harder and harder to fulfill my deliveries due to how many more and more people there were to deliver to. You know you humans do breed and propagate much like cockroaches? But then it happened, most of my job started to be done by third party sources.”
“What! — What the fuck are you talking about?” I said
Like I was saying… I didn’t have as many stops to make. Sadly, because people stopped believing in me and then they started doing my work for me. So, I didn’t have to do a lot of the deliveries I used to do so long ago. Ya see? That’s been quite awhile ago. I still make some stops but, it’s really just small time as opposed to what it used to be like. And finally, when you showed up tonight, I figured I was finally being rewarded again. And… you’re just my flavor. A blonde, kind of pretty, big blue eyes, a little sad… so like I said, you just gotta be one of my rewards.”
He looked at me with his eyes wide open, big bright smile and his hands opened wide like any idiot should easily comprehend what he was saying.
I shook my head and said with sarcasm, “So, I’m to believe that you’re what… fucking Santa Claus?” I say spitting the words out with disgust in my mouth. “I stopped believing in you when I was six. You going to tell me the Easter Bunny is real too? Plus! You don’t even have a red suit on! And you’re all covered in dirt and crap,” I said, still shaking my head, angrily.
“Oh yeah, and you deliver gifts to everyone in the whole fucking world.”
“Well, not everyone! And not the whole world… and I know most of it sounds wildly unbelievable.” He pointed his finger in the air. “But most of what you’ve heard about me is almost right. I swear! Well, except for what I wear… that was made up stuff, really a Hollywood kind of thing. Go back to that original poem about me, which was pretty close to being correct, the one by Harry Livingston. You know, “dash away, dash away, dash away all, bla bla bla,” he said with his hands turning a couple of circles in the air, “Check it out… there’s nothing about a red suit.”
“What? Oh, Yeah right! You, mean the poem by Clement Moore?” I said, “Twas the night before Christmas?”
“Yeah, that’s the correct poem, but no, you can believe who you want to believe wrote it, but it wasn’t Clement Moore. He was only eight when the poem was first published in 1807, then again in 1822. Most people don’t know the real facts, but then most folks weren’t around then.” He smiled again and when I looking at that smile, I couldn’t get mad and I swear my dick started to get hard again.
I know it seemed strange, but the more I listened to his story, the more I couldn’t get upset with him. Also, I still felt like I was in some kind of mind fog. I thought maybe it was the fat man who was doing this to me.
I leaned over my kitchen counter muttering, “Oh yeah, What about that, you keep saying shit like you’ve lived over a hundred or two hundred years or so and yet you look like you’re in your what… your, fifties, sixties… or whatever? But all you have to show for your age is that white hair and long ass, ZZ Top beard. That, and maybe you don’t wash your clothes.”
“Yeah,” again the bearded man sighs, squinting his eyes patting down his clothes like he could push the black specks off of them.
“The deal with not aging… that’s from something that happened a bit ago too and another story for a different time, but hey, see? There are great things that have happened to me along the way. I’m not the only one on god’s green earth that has lived for an extremely long time. There are a lot of people, some good, some not so good… and even some who have used their gifts for the wrong purpose. Look at Vladimir Putin, just another deity who’s been here for…” he stops and smacks his lips shaking his head from side to side, squinting his eyes like he shouldn’t have begun saying what he’d said, then mutters, almost under his breath, “a very long, long time.”
“What, Putin?” I asked chuckling, disbelieving.
“Well yeah? Look it up. It’s also on the inner webs, he used to stay out of the limelight but there’s pictures of him from I think… nineteen ten, maybe even earlier. He looks about the same age. You know… you have to pay the demons, right? Say… like you! There’s magick everywhere in this big ol’ world. I am one of the last Magi of the original six. Sometimes even I can’t believe I’ve escaped persecution and death for this long. But I don’t feel like I’ll be croaking anytime soon either. Maybe I could live forever; I’ve been around fa’ so long.” He said shrugging his shoulders.
I just stared at him thinking his story was getting more and more preposterous.
“I know most people think there were only three of us, ya know… traveling so far to see the great prophet, but there were really six of us Magi!”
“What, Magi? You mean like the nativity thing in the fuckin’ bible?” I spat out.
“Yes! That’s correct! That’s exactly what I’m talking about.” The big guy says leaning in, getting even more excited. “I guess that does sound really incredible to you, but I started out as a Zoroastrian priest, but what we were really known for was our magick. Well, before most time keeping was around. Some of us were thought to be devil worshippers, sorcerers or witches and sadly some of us were held captive and then burned alive, mainly because there’s not much else that can kill us, most humans can’t relate to someone like that. Some even thought we were Gin, but that’s a completely different entity. See humans would rather just kill us, not knowing what we are. Even though in some of your own books they call us kings, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ho.” He shakes his head back and forth, laughing mildly to himself.
I put the knife down and walked around the kitchen counter and sat across from the big fella, I thought he must be either completely delusional or if he was telling true, he’s not of this world. But I know I couldn’t just call him a liar with the amount of intense happiness and supposed truth that seem to come from him. Maybe he was just crazy, after all whack-jobs do believe in their own bullshit.
It also seemed that my fuzzy head wanted him to keep talking.
He continued with his story…
“So, that first time we were bringing gifts, this was before I was giving them to everyone. These were for this one specific deity… the new prophet. It was told to us by the stars. When and what to bring. Frankincense; used in spell making for our magick, Myrrh; which could extend life, and of course gold; which could buy anything that was needed, pretty much still can.”
“Humph, Right! ‘got it!” I laughed under my breath. “So you’re telling me you were one of the three wise men of the bible… even though you say there were what? Really, six of you guys and that would mean you’re about what… twothousand years old? Is that right? And I’m… I’m supposed to believe all this shit. Aside from the great costume you got on and the way you keep popping ahead of me, I haven’t seen much in the way of real magic, Mr. Santy frankincense delivery boy.”
“Oh! Ok, I see, you want proof? Here’s a tiny bit of magick that might change your mind.” He lifted his chin and looked at me with narrow eyes. There was a bright flash and in a second, all my clothes were gone. I looked around and I still sat on my ratty old chair, but I had nothing on.
“Holy Shit, What the fuck!!!” I said looking down at my body. I felt the sudden cold of my cheap motor home and quickly grabbed a pillow from the sofa putting it over my crotch.
“See? Now you gotta believe that, right? — As most people would! Ok! Well, I’m ready if you are,” the bearded man said and stands and pulls off his hat and then his jacket and shirt.
“What the hell!!! Wait, wait! What just happened? What are you talking about…?” I stood up, as he kept disrobing. “And what’s your name?”
“Oh, Nicklaus… you can call me Nick, just… please don’t call me Santa Clause or Father Christmas.”
My eyes bulged out of my head again and I felt even more lightheaded, like I was pretty drunk. Then a tingle went through my body that I could only describe as – how I feel when I start to get horny. That, and a bit of nervousness, maybe, because I hadn’t had sex in so long. And I still felt a little on edge about the big bear of a man standing before me, even though he was now almost completely naked. Or could it be because I was thinking maybe he was telling the truth?
I continued to hold the small throw pillow in front of my crotch and said, “Wait, wait,” and held my hand up. “So what you’re saying is you’ve lived forever like some kind of vampire, or a demon. Some kind of horny Santa Clause vampire thing, and now since parents are buying gifts and Amazon and Yahoo have come about, you have time to get your rewards and collect on things? Like persuading humans to have sex with you? This is all too much to believe. And… how did you get my clothes off? And what was that bright flash?”
“Oh! That! It’s just a tiny bit of magick and well, yeah, I’ve been waiting for a long time for a fair haired human such as yourself, I figured they’d given you to me, for just a little bit of fun, see… I’m thinking you were one of my rewards. But I’m not really a demon, or vampire, but then not really an elf either, like in Livingston’s poem. Do I really have to classify meself? I’m more like a human, I guess,” He says cocking his head to the side, “than anything else. Or, maybe… just think of me as… um… as an… angel, yeah an angel. Not as creepy as when you see one in its original form but presented as a human,” He says looking down at his hands.
“OK… Yeah, I’m supposed to believe that you’re some kind of alien angel that’s lived for thousands of years and looking for a good time with a guy who’s on the fence about getting fucked by an angel?
“Oh, so I don’t appeal to you?” says the bearded man. “Then why are you so aroused?”
I looked down at the pillow and could feel that I was extremely hard. I mean my cock was as hard as it could get!
“I didn’t say that, it’s just that, I‘m… I’m… ah… I’m not sure I believe you exist.”
“OK! Well, can you feel this?” He pulls his furry pants down, reaches for my arm then pulls out his cock and places it in my hand. It’s uncut. I’ve never seen or felt an uncut cock before. Plus this baby looks about as thick of a cock as I’ve ever seen. It’s only about four to five inches long but it feels magical and marvelous in its strangeness, for some reason I long to put it in my mouth.
“Wow,” is all I say under my breath, my mind getting really foggy as I fondle it and it starts to grow and get hard.
The strangest thing is Nick’s cock didn’t just start growing to the average five to six and a half inches long, it kept growing and getting hard and only slowed down when it was about eight inches long. Not super magical, but pretty damn big. And still pretty thick.
“My god, look at the size of it” I gasped in disbelief. It was the thickness of a Mag flashlight and possibly as hard as one. The last time I got fucked it was fun but the top was a normal size. Maybe, a little on the thick side but it felt just right when we were screwing. With this thing, I thought… I was a bit scared it will even fit in me. But apparently, Nick had other plans.
“See, I knew you were my reward.” He said smiling.
“Hold on there chief! I doubt if I could fit this thing inside of me and, although I’ve been with men before, it’s been a long, long time since I’ve done it and it was never this big.”
“Not to worry my very blonde friend. I have magick on my side.” And with that he winked at me again and his eyes twinkled and I swear I thought I could hear a tinkling chime type of noise, like some fucking Hallmark Christmas special effect.
“Why don’t you try putting it in your mouth first and you can see what I mean?”
I knelt down and put his cock up to my lips and pulled back the foreskin a bit, lightly licking the red angry looking cock head. Nick breathed out a sigh of pleasure and I knew I was on the right course. It also seemed that the size of his cock was a bit smaller too, or was it his whole body that got smaller.
And then there was the taste of his cock, it just blew me away. It was almost like the smell of very ripe, pungent cherries and then when I licked the head, it had a sort of a bitterness that was at first pretty harsh, but then after a while was very pleasant. I could hear the big man moaning above me and when I looked up I saw he was looking down at me tweaking his own nipples, I thought to myself, yeah some things don’t ever change, elf, angel or human, they still want what they want, and I guess they act about the same in most cases.
At this point my head was swimming and I really felt inebriated like I had way too much to drink, but I didn’t feel sick. So I tried to take a bit of his girth down my throat and actually gagged pretty harsh at one point, my spit leaking down my chin and onto the floor.
“Sorry Friend! It’s not that you’re not doing a fine job down there, and I love how pretty you’re looking up at me, but what I really need is to bury my cock in yer pretty little bottom. Plus, I hate to say it… I got to get going as soon as I can.”
Before I had even stood up all the way he had his big hands all over my ass. Not just my buns, but kind of aggressively pulling apart the cheeks and pushing his digits toward my soft pink hole.
“Do you mind if I kiss ya love?” he said with a huge smile on his face.
Still in a drunken bit of a haze, I replied hesitantly, “Um, I guess so, sure.”
It wasn’t the first time I had kissed a man, but I have to admit, with his size and the beard, I felt really dominated. It almost seemed like somehow he had changed size again and had gotten bigger. Maybe he was telling the truth, he could change his body size, could he really be Santa Clause too? Who the fuck knows? But his story was so remarkable; I did feel like he wasn’t a typical person either. Maybe he wasn’t even human. He had done so many strange things since I met him.
The strangest thing was he had fully seduced me. And I seem to be getting drunk just being in his presents. (Pun unintended).
We kissed and it was again super different from kissing other men. The first thing was, he kissed really well. It was very dominating. His tongue searched my mouth, and it almost felt like it was licking the inside of the back of my throat. It tickled me and instantly made me horny as fuck. It was just so extremely different too. I say that as someone who has kissed quite a few men and a fair share of women. This seemed, incredibly different from any other kiss I’d had, sort of like I was getting even more high from his mouth.
“Not to worry, my fine blonde friend. I have come prepared. I have lubrication and I am completely safe. For my body cannot tolerate and hold on to any of the nasties that your human species have been acclimated to when enjoying the sexual act. Fun fact… did you know that having sex anally is not only normal but that every animal species on this green planet does it?”
Nicolas then asked me to bend over onto my well worn couch, and being completely subservient at this time I did as he said. My bare ass was stuck up in the air and I looked over my shoulder as I saw him slather something on his magnificent cock.
Trying to concentrate, he then mounted me, inserting his larger than normal cock into my back orifice. His story still running through my head, as he gave a sermon on the history of gay sex was even stranger than thinking he may not really even be a human. On further thought, that he may have been an escapee from a lunatic asylum gave me pause as to whether I was doing the right thing. Of course, when his cock started to push deeper into my ass, I gave up all reluctance and breathed in slowly as I tried to relax at the large hard intrusion pushing my back side open as my internal organs were pushed apart for his enjoyment.
“Oh My! I have forgotten how great this is!” He said, as he grunted a little.
His cock was in me only about two inches or so, and he still had his hand around it guiding it with his other hand on my waist. He kept pushing in harder and then finally he broke passage past my inner ring and I heard myself gasp in relief. He kept pushing back and forth into me making low guttural sounds as more and more of his fat dork filled me up. Suddenly, he stopped and said, “Can you turn over so I can see your pretty face while I have my way with you?”
The way Nicolas talked was not only amusing, it was also titillating. I have never felt this happy drunk as I stood up and asked if he would like me on the couch or the chair. He indicated on my back on the couch again, so I acquiesced smiling at how great this was going.
He grabbed my ankles tenderly and flipped me over then put each of them on his shoulders and pushed back into my ass and filling me up even further. He kept pulling out slowly then pushing in a bit further finally bottoming out into my hole. When he fully bottomed out and his balls hit my ass he started to push into me a bit harder, and he started humping into me with abandonment. It was completely amazing, gone was the pain when he first entered me on my stomach. I began pushing my ass up to meet his thrusts and started grunting like a cheap hooker as he looked down grinning in total concentration. I could feel his cock getting thicker and thicker and then I realized he seemed to be getting larger. His cock filled me up and stretched my ass out in a most exquisitely way.
It felt so fucking good, I was moaning like a whore in heat. My ass had loosened up to his cock size but he kept getting bigger and bigger stretching me beyond anything I’ve ever had in side me.
I could tell he was going to cum. I don’t know why but I figured if he really was immortal or nonhuman he would be able to fuck longer than just the short time that we’d been screwing.
“Oh, thank you! Thank you!, THANK YOU!!!” He cried out, loud enough that I was worried about my neighbors. (These mobile homes have very thin walls). He pushed down lying onto me, really folding me in half where I felt I couldn’t breathe very well. His big belly didn’t help as it pushed down on my stomach and would barely allow me to breathe. He had pulled his beard over his shoulder and it finally fell down between the two of us.
And then I felt it, my ass filling up with his hot liquid… a lot of liquid! All I could say was it felt like I was getting an enema. At first I thought, “Oh Shit, what the hell is that,” My first thought was, he had peed in me instead of cumming but then he just stopped, leaned back and smiled.
“You probably want to go to the wash basin and evacuate that so we can continue.”
He let my legs down off his shoulders and I looked at him strangely then put my hand over my hole and stood and waddled to the toilet as he said and shit out a monstrous amount of what… cum? I stood up after it all had come out of my ass and looked at it and it was mainly clear or white, not unlike regular cum from any man, but an extreme vast amount of it. “Wow, that’s different.” I said, wiping myself down with quite a lot of toilet tissue, then walked back into the living room.
“See, magical, just like I told you, my beautiful creature!” He said smiling and shaking his head side to side.
I looked at him again like he was telling me more bullshit but noticed his cock was still very much erect and said, “ Umm, you pissed in my ass and you call that fuckin’ magic?” Shaking my head trying to clear it.
“Oh, No! He said with his big hands on my shoulders, “that was my love stuff, and I got way more to give ya. But sadly, I don’t have much time.”
“Right” I said, suddenly feeling like a six year old who really shouldn’t believe in Santa Clause but here he was!
“Nah,” He smiled, “I know you need some release too.” So the big man lightly grabbed me as he sat back in the chair, picked me up like I weighed next to nothing and set me on his lap. Then he sat me down with me facing away from him, like a small child sitting on his lap only with his magnificently large dick wedged between my cheeks. In one hard push I felt his cock as he pushed up fully into my ass. I was still opened up and with plenty of lube from his first ejaculation and at first I felt like I had been impaled because his cock was still so very hard and thick. But then when he started to pull out a bit and thrust up into me, I leaned back and pushed my arms back over my head to feel his hair and beard, because it felt so just terrific.
“Oh my God, that feels so good,” I said way louder than I thought.
My eyes rolled back in my head and I started moaning like a whore in heat, then he really started to hammer into me.
“Oh my God you blonde little elf you, fa Satin ta fien en so goot!” He said in my ear.
“Miex all eta zin biff te cocken. Tak me cocken! Tak me cocken tiefa blonedine greifend, ya deep!”
It sounded like a bunch of backwards bullshit to me, but for some weird reason I knew what he had said as his cock was going in and out of my hole at a tremendous speed. So much so that I arched my back and tried to push my ass back to the constant hammering of it ‘cause it felt so good.
“To the devil, you feel so good, Take my cock within your soul. Take my cock! Take my cock, my blonde girl, take it now.”
The meaning in my head freaked me out and also made me feel strangely special like a valentine in fourth grade.
I don’t know if any of you have had sex and when doing so you felt like you were transposed to another place or as another thing, but that’s how I felt. The fuzziness in my head helped.
He reached around and started stroking my cock, and I suddenly felt like I was cumming without notice but it felt glorious like someone else was turning on a water tap of joy!
“Oh my god, YES!” I screamed. My ass started to twitch and squeeze. I came as hard as I have ever cum in my entire life. I squirted a load up on to my own cheek and then again on my neck, finishing up on my stomach, as it dribbled all down on his hand and onto my balls. I then felt him release in me again. His hot spunk blasted the walls of my hole and deep inside me and didn’t stop. I could feel it coming out of me onto his lap and all over my ass as I continued to cum in his hand. It was such an intense feeling; I now know what they mean when they talk about anal orgasms. I think his cuming inside of my ass felt better than when I came with his hand stroking my cock.
“Smusda Ya! Smusda Ya, my lil’ fair trix hmmm, smusda ya!”
At this point I sort of felt a breaking away from him and he pushed me off of his lap and then his cock popped out of my hole and cum squirted all out of my ass and over his crotch. For some reason I felt embarrassed, but he said he was not like us, and when he came it was in great quantities, and if I wanted to lick it up, he would be OK with that because this is how his kind cums.
I looked at the puddle on his lap, partially soaking into my couch and though I’ve had my share of swallowing men’s cum, it is another thing to lick up a pool of it on a fat guys lap. And, maybe it was the fuzziness of my head, but the weird part was I felt like I had to do it. I felt, I needed to do it.
Well, maybe an angels cum has properties I haven’t even thought of. So I bent over and started doing just that. I licked it all off of his lap. His legs and his fat belly! There was so much of it that once I started, I felt I couldn’t stop.
I licked his pubic area, and then lifted his cock and sucked on it, pushing any remnants out of it, but it didn’t respond. I licked his hairy legs and around the cushions and around every other area that I saw his miraculous cum. While I was sucking up his cum bent over on my knees, he put his hands on my ass with a couple of fingers pushing in and out of my hole. I could hear him say, “Oh! You are so beautiful, mien vaduz.”
And what was strange, when I started licking up this cum puddle it seemed it was really easy to see wherever it was, almost like it was glowing or something.
Then I stood up and told him I really need to hit the bathroom again. He said he understood.
When I came back he was gone.
Later that night, I saw a note that must have fallen down and landed almost underneath the couch.
It said, “Greetings My Blonde Love, (he never did ask me my name) thanks for the great time! And as a reward, I’ve given you a special Christmas gift; hopefully you will view it as a gift and not a curse. It’s up to you to see your way through it. Your life time will be greatly extended. It’s not like you will now live forever, but you will live a very, very, long time. Hopefully this will bring you happiness. It is best, of course, if you keep this secret.
And maybe at some other point, I can possibly visit you in future times and we can have more fun together. Ho! Ho! Ho!
Signed,
Your friend,
Nickolas