HERE COMES SANTA CLAUS by C.V. Puerro

"You sure 'bout this, kid?"

"Yeah," JD replied, though he wasn't really. Still, JD had to admit to himself that the anticipation alone was making him hard.

He felt Vin take his hand, their fingers interlacing. JD took comfort in the contact. He trusted Vin, with his life and more, even if he was still nervous.

"Come on," Vin said gently, leading him forward. They had been in the bedroom of Vin's apartment; the only place they could now be headed was for the front room. As they moved down the hallway, JD could hear music playing ahead of him. Vin's boom box was normally in the front room, near the television set, and JD had no reason to think that he would have moved it. Not even for this.

JD didn't recognize the music -- it was an instrumental and, as such, there were no lyrics with which to give him any clues. It sounded like something traditional -- a carol maybe, rather than a more modern song.

The room was warm, more so than usual, JD noted. Either the landlord had finally turned on the heat to the radiator or Vin had invested in several space heaters. Whatever the source of the warmth, JD was glad for it. He was fully clothed right now, but he knew that wouldn't last.

Vin finally stopped walking. He placed both hands on JD's shoulders and JD could tell Vin was now standing behind him. He felt gentle fingers on the bare skin of his neck, the touch sending a shiver down his spine. He couldn't believe he was about to do this. Vin placed lips against his neck, sucking gently, licking. JD could feel the ache growing rapidly within the confines of his jeans.

He felt Vin's hands move down his back, slipping around his waist. His hands were now on JD's belt, working the buckle loose. A new song began to play, but again, JD couldn't quite place it -- maybe if he could focus at least half his mind on the melody ... but he couldn't. Vin's hands were now slowly -- so slowly -- easing his zipper down. Then a warm hand slipped inside his jeans, brushing against his swollen dick.

JD gasped, and then he heard soft laughter close to his ear.

"Are you enjoying this?" Vin asked. "Do you want me to keep going?"

Oh, God! JD thought. He never wanted him to stop!

Vin's fingers were inside his boxers now, faintly brushing skin against skin. JD's knees felt weak and his head was spinning in the darkness behind the blindfold. JD placed his hands on Vin's arms to steady himself. He felt the lean muscles on Vin's forearms, felt the sinewy fibers move as Vin gently caressed his length.

Vin was kissing his neck again and JD leaned his head back, slightly to the side, to give him free rein, to pillage however he saw fit. He didn't care if Vin left marks for the whole world to see, it didn't matter. All that mattered was this moment, these sensations coursing through his body. He had no idea it could be like this -- so exciting, so thrilling -- with his eyes covered, it was as if all his other senses were heightened.

He could feel Vin's soft hair against his cheek, a caress in and of itself. He could feel the firm nails on his fingers teasing the underside of his glans. He could hear the man's soft breaths beside his ear.

Then Vin shifted, stepping around JD, while never losing contact. JD could feel Vin's breath brushing over his lips now, though there was no actual contact yet. He thought he could hear Vin's heartbeat, though maybe it was his own. Vin's hands were wrapped around his waist, their groins pressed together; the heat radiated off Vin, warming JD to his core.

Then Vin was sliding down his body, slowly, inch by inch, until JD felt Vin's hands on his hips. He was tugging at the jeans, pulling them down his legs. A moment later, his boxers followed. JD was now bare from the waist down, he knew this, and he normally would have been blushing with embarrassment, but the blindfold was his shield, his security blanket; he felt as if none of this was quite real, like it was a dream and he could behave anyway he liked without fear of ridicule. He never imagined being so restrained could lead to such a feeling of freedom.

"How much should I taste?" Vin asked, his voice low and husky to JD's ears. "Should I taste just the tip?"

JD felt Vin's tongue on his head, sliding across the slit. He shivered.

"Should I lick it?" Vin asked, a moment before JD felt Vin's tongue moving down his length.

"Should I suck it deep?"

JD felt warmth engulf him. His knees buckled, but the strong hands on his hips held him upright. JD felt his balls brush against the stubble on Vin's chin and the sensation was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. His hands were on Vin's shoulders now, in his hair, encouraging him to continue. He wanted Vin to suck him off, to suck him dry. He wanted to pump himself down Vin's willing throat.

But Vin seemed to have other plans. He sucked on JD for a few moments longer, moving one hand between his legs to fondle his balls, before releasing him. The sudden contact with the air stung JD's moist length, sending a cold shiver up his spine.

"Are you ready?" Vin asked. "You're gonna love this. I'm gonna shove my dick so deep. I'm gonna pump so hard it's gonna drive you crazy."

JD felt Vin's hands on his arms now, pulling him, moving him. With his pants around his ankles, he stumbled slightly. Vin paused, his hands moving down JD's sides, down his hips to his legs, and then he was helping JD step out of the jeans and boxers. Vin stood again, pressing his body against JD's, finally pressing their lips together.

JD could taste himself on Vin's tongue; it was slightly bitter, but he liked it. Vin pushed his tongue deep, moving inside JD's mouth, flicking over his tongue and his teeth. JD wrapped his arms around Vin, trying to pull him closer, but already there was no space between them.

He felt Vin's hands running down his body again. One hand grasped his dick and began to slowly stroke over the length. JD could feel the back of Vin's other hand, brushing against his stomach. He knew what Vin was doing; he could picture it in his mind. Vin was loosening his own belt now, undoing the button, and unzipping his fly. Vin pulled JD's dick forward, pressing the tip against the fabric of his briefs, moving the head up and down the cotton weave.

It was painful and JD never wanted it to stop. He groaned, begging for more contact, but Vin released him. Moments later, he felt Vin move; he felt Vin's hands circle around him until they were cupping his ass. Vin caressed each cheek with a palm, dragging his thumbs in tandem up and down JD's crack.

Then Vin was moving him, encouraging him forward. JD took several halting steps, unsure of his location within the room, unsure of what might be on the floor waiting to trip him up. But nothing hindered his movement. Vin stopped him with a firm hand on his hip, then Vin's other hand slipped up his back, pressing him forward. JD leaned, his arms outstretched, until his hands came in contact with a piece of cloth-covered furniture -- the couch, maybe, or Vin's beat-up old la-z-boy chair.

As JD curled his fingers around the over-stuffed arm, he felt something cold and slick being spread between his cheeks and worked over his hole. He felt a fingertip press against him and then enter.

The intrusion had JD sucking in a quick breath of air. He shivered as Vin began thrusting his finger, past the tight ring of muscle, into his body. JD pushed back, wanting more contact, wanting to be filled until he thought he would burst. Vin pressed another finger into him and JD could feel the muscle resisting, but only for a moment. JD tried to concentrate on breathing, on relaxing, on not allowing his legs to buckle beneath him. He gripped even more firmly onto the arm of the furnishing when Vin finally removed his fingers. JD knew what was next; he wanted it, though he dreaded the flash of pain he would have to endure before the pleasure would overtake him.

He felt Vin's hands shift to his hips, as Vin pressed the tip of his dick between his cheeks. Vin pulled himself forward, pushing deeply into him, piercing his body, impaling him on his hard length. JD opened his mouth, unable to contain the gasp of pain. But, quickly, he was moaning as Vin began to move inside of him, as the pain faded, only to be replaced by a building pressure. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure radiating outward from the ring of muscle; each plunge struck something inside him that caused small earthquakes deep within his gut. JD was pushing back, keeping time with Vin's thrusts. Vin's hands were on his ass and hips ... squeezing, caressing, coaxing him onward.

Then JD felt hands on each side of his face. Lips captured his in a searing kiss. Vin had never kissed him like this -- possessive and yet tender, desperate and yet giving. The hands moved from his face to his shoulders and then down his sides, eventually bunching in the fabric of his shirt and tugging it up his body.

All the while, Vin continued to push into him, faster now, harder. JD could hear the faint grunts of effort behind him, could feel the puffs of air against the back of his head.

Then his shirt was tugged up to his shoulders. JD raised one arm just enough to slip it free of the sleeve, then he lifted his other arm and his shirt was pulled the rest of the way off his frame. The blindfold came with it and JD found himself blinking against the pinpricks of colored lights on the Christmas tree, the only illumination in the room.

JD braced himself against the arm of the la-z-boy while Vin continued pumping into him. In the chair itself sat Josiah. He was dressed in a red coat with white fur trim, and he wore a matching hat; except for the lack of a beard, JD had never seen a more convincing Santa Claus. Josiah had been the one kissing him, while Vin was behind him thrusting. Josiah's red pants were undone; he was stroking his huge, swollen cock with his left hand as he reached up with his right. He threaded his large fingers into JD's hair and pulled him forward into another kiss.

Vin rammed hard against him, his thrusts suddenly erratic. JD could tell he was coming; he could feel the shudders wracking Vin's body as he clung to JD's hips for support. He leaned against JD's back for a few moments, panting heavily, but JD barely heard him over the blood rushing in his own ears as Josiah continued to kiss the breath from him.

JD felt when Vin stood and pulled free. Josiah must have realized the moment as well because he pulled back. Smiling up at JD, he said, "Come sit on Santa's lap."

JD was suddenly too nervous to smile back. He stared down into Josiah's crotch, intimidated by the man's thick cock. JD couldn't imagine how his body would ever be able to accommodate anything so big. Vin had felt large to him; Vin's dick had filled him so completely, JD couldn't believe he could be stretched any wider.

Nevertheless, Josiah had taken JD's hand and was guiding him around to the front of the chair, and then he placed his hand on his hips, turning JD to face away from him. JD's heart began to race. He thought it might be easier if he didn't have to look at how large Josiah was, if he could simply pretend it was Vin's dick he was about to sit on, but it wasn't. His mind went wild. Josiah wasn't just big, he was huge. Hung like a horse, Buck would say, as thick as a branch on a Christmas tree.

Oh, God! Josiah would surely rend him in two if he tried to penetrate him. JD began to panic; his breathing became rapid and shallow, his heart raced. He felt flushed, yet chilled. Then Vin was standing in front of him, holding him, hugging him, kissing him. In Vin's arms, he felt secure. Vin would never allow anything to hurt him; he would never allow anyone to hurt him.

Slowly, Vin eased JD down until JD felt something solid press between his cheeks. He tensed, but Vin blew gently in his ear and caressed his hair. "Relax," Vin said in a soft, soothing voice. "You can do this. Bear down. Take him inside ... for me."

JD let out the breath he was holding, he filled his lungs and bore down as Vin pressed his hands against JD's hip and Josiah forced himself upward.

JD screamed as the skin around his hole felt like it might tear. Then he was sitting on Josiah's lap, with Josiah's cock buried deep inside his body. JD was afraid to move, and Josiah didn't rush him. JD looked up and found Vin smiling down at him, and then Vin lowered himself to his knees, kissing JD again. Vin ran his tongue over JD's lips, teasing them open. The tips of their tongues touched and danced.

A few moments later, Vin was kissing his jaw, pressing his lips down his neck to his chest. Vin found a nipple and sucked it into a hard peak; JD felt Vin's hand on his other nipple, pinching the soft bud until it was equally as hard. Bolts of electricity seemed to shoot from those two points straight down to his dick. He was aching now, even more than before. Vin had found release in him, but he was still waiting for his own, as was Josiah.

Then Vin was bent over his lap, licking at the head of his dick, kissing away the tiny droplets of slick cum. Vin took his head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the swollen glans. JD's hips bucked forward, shoving his dick deeper into Vin's mouth, while inadvertently moving Josiah's cock inside of him. JD shuddered from the dual sensation. He didn't think he would ever be able to tolerate Josiah inside of him, but now he wanted nothing more than for Josiah to begin thrusting.

JD placed his hands on the arms of the chair and leveraged himself slightly up, pulling Josiah's cock partially out, and then he lowered himself down again. A moment later, Josiah's hands were on his waist, lifting him up and then lowering him. They soon found a rhythm, JD happy to allow Josiah to do most of the work, lifting and lowering him along the hard length.

Vin mirrored Josiah's thrusts, taking JD's dick into his mouth, sucking him deep. JD allowed his head to loll back against Josiah's strong shoulder. He felt hands on his hips and his balls, on his waist and his chest. JD closed his eyes, pretending he still wore the blindfold, pretending that the whole world, in this moment, existed for nothing except his pleasure.

Deep inside, Josiah's cock was caressing him, sending sparks shooting up his spine. JD's dick felt as if it were growing even harder inside Vin's warm mouth, as Vin's tongue stroked the length and the muscles of Vin's throat caressed the head. JD ached along his length; he ached deep in his core, as a frenetic energy built along each of his nerve endings. JD gripped hard onto the arms of the chair, digging his fingers into the overstuffed covering.

Air left JD's lungs in shuddering, quivering gasps. He was so close; he was on the brink of screaming and begging for release. Then he heard Josiah moan deeply into his ear. Instantly, JD was pumping cum into Vin's mouth, thrusting his hips forward, riding Josiah's cock as his nerves crackled and burst in tiny explosions. His entire body was alight; the rush of his blood was spreading the sensations, outward, down his arms to his fingertips, down his legs to his toes.

JD's jaw was quivering, his entire body was trembling, as Josiah and Vin held him upright, their hands so warm and comforting, caressing what seemed like very inch of his body. He was still breathing hard, and his head was lolled back against Josiah's shoulder again.

He heard Josiah's low voice, so close beside his ear. "So, did Santa bring you everything you wanted for Christmas?"

Then he felt Vin's soft breath on his face. "Yeah. Guess I musta been a real good boy this year."

JD couldn't believe what had just happened to him. He had a difficult time believing any of it. It was Christmas Eve and Santa Claus did come tonight.

On The Fifth Day Of Christmas...

December 28, 2002

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Quoted lyrics are from "Here Comes Santa Claus" written by G. Autry and O. Haldeman.

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