A Christmas Story
It was Christmas Eve and all through the ..
🕑 Added 2022-12-21 01:54:31 +0000 UTC
A Christmas Story
It was Christmas Eve and all through the penthouse apartment it was quite not a creature was stirring when Travis slammed the door behind him as he entered the penthouse.
“Fuck christmas,” Travis cursed, as he unbuttoned his black satin shirt, revealing his smooth muscular pecs.
Travis had just got home from a Christmas party, not in the best of moods. The cocky, handsome fitness trainer had an ego as big as his muscles. He had made quite a scene when a gay couple tried to pick him up at the party. His rude comment about the gay men and arrogant personality had argued the hot chick he was trying to pick up. The big breasted woman ended up slapping his handsome face.
Travis had never been much for Christmas and decided to turn in. He was about to fall asleep when a rockness from the living room woke him up. The muscular fitness model jumped out of bed and paused only enough to pull his plaid pajamas bottoms up his legs and over his plump ass. Grabbing his baseball bat, he sneaked into the living room. In the faint glow of the city lights shining through the wall of windows, Travis beholds a large, bearded fat man dressed in red and white, and holding a large red bag. Travis couldn’t believe his eyes. He hadn’t believed in Santa since he was a kid but before him was a stranger dressed as Santa standing in the middle of his apartment.
“Stop where you are,” Travis called out, his grip tight on his bat.
Upon seeing the shirtless Travis standing before him, Santa let out a loud roaring laughter. As he laughed his large stomach shook like a bowl of jelly.
“Who are you? What you want,” Travis was still gripping the bat as he stepped closer.
“You've been a very bad boy Travi,” the stranger’s voice was booming and jolly, and at the same time the laughter sent chills through Travis's body.
As Travis stepped closer he noticed a twinkle in the stranger’s eyes and found his grip loosening on the bat as it fell to the floor with a loud shatter. Before the 6’ 220 lb fitness model knew it, he was bent over Santa’s lap. His muscular legs and arms dangling from the stranger’s lap. Santa ran his hand down the muscle layered back, admiring its smoothness. Travis couldn’t protest as his pajama bottoms was pulled down and his briefs covered ass was exposed. Santa raised his right hand and brought it down hard on the firm behind. Travis groaned at the impact and kicked out his muscular legs.
“You got a nice fat bubble butt, boy,” Santa roared in laughter.
Santa raised his hands again and slapped the other cheek. He laughed again as the fat, yet firm bubble butt bounced at the impact of his hand. Tears welled in Travis’s eyes as each impact stings and he became more humiliated. Not only was he humiliated by being spanked like a little brat but his cock was rock hard.
“Please,” Travis cried out as another hard slap hit his ass.
“Ho Ho Ho,” Santa laughed.
Travis was helpless as his underwear was pulled down, exposing his muscular, smooth ass cheeks. Santa raised his hand again and brought it down on the thick, flawless ass. The plump ass cheek bounce and wiggle at each impact. The sound of the impact on bare skin echoes through the apartment along with Travis’s cries. Travis found himself grinding his hard throbbing cock between Santa’s fat legs.
“Ho, Ho, Ho, you are a horny little boy,” Santa laughed and delivered another slap.
Santa then squeezed his thighs together and rubbed his legs over Travis’s throbbing cock, causing Travis to moan. Santa then spread Travis’s ass cheeks, revealing his tight virgin rosebud.
“Baby boy has a cute little boy pussy,” Santa rubbed a fat finger over the tight hole.
Travis moaned as Santa pushed the finger into the tight boypussy with ease. He tried to push himself off the lap but Santa gripped Travis’s stylish brown hair.
“Just relax, little boy,” Santa laughed as he moved the finger in and out of Travis, stroking his tight insides.
Travis eyes rolled back into his head and he let out a deep moan. He grinder his cock between Santa’s thighs as Santa’s finger poked his prostate. The fat finger felt huge inside Travis’s boypussy. Santa then pulled his finger out of Travis’s stretch hole and with a grip on the boy’s longest hair, pulling the muscular stud off his lap. The large man pulled out his fat, large cock. Travis’s eyes widened. Santa then grabbed Travis by an arm and pulled him down on his lap like a little boy. However, as he guided Travis down, Santa’s hard cock pressed against the tight virgin hole.
“Ugh, Fffuck,” Travis called out as he was impaled on the thick cock.
“Ho, Ho Ho,” Santa laughed loud as his fat hands on Travis’s tight, lean waist began to guide the muscular younger man up and down on his cock.
“Fuck, oh fuck,” Travis moaned and found himself fucking himself on the cock.
Travis threw back his head and closed his eyes in pleasure as he bounced up and down the cock. While Travis impaled himself on the huge, fat cock, Santa reached into his large bag and pulled out a Santa hat, placing it on Travis’s head. He then reached around the tight, muscular torso and twisted Travis’s small, pert nipples. Travis moaned louder and rode the cock harder as his tits were played with. Santa continued to pinch and twist Travis’s right nipple with his right hand while moving his left hand down and grip Travis’s average size cock.
“Ho, Ho, Ho, come for Santa, little boy,” Santa laughed.
Waves of pleasure shot through Travis’s hard muscular body. He threw his head back and leaned against Santa’s soft, fat body. “Oh, Fffuck,” he cried as he shot his load high into the air.
“Ho, Ho,” Santa laughed.
The exhausted Travis was lifted off the thick cock. He then stood there as Santa pulled up his underwear and red and black checkered pajamas. Travis was in a daze as Santa then proceeded to duct tape his mouth, wrist and ankles. After securing Travis, Santa then lifted the muscular younger man with ease and put him into his large red bag. Throwing the bag, and Travis, over his shoulders and with a twinkle of the eye, disappeared.
Across town Harmon and Chris had come home from the Christmas party, and went straight to bed. The gay couple couldn’t believe the nerve of the arrogant stud at the party going off on them for no reason, accusing them of making a pass at him. Both men were jolted awake with a racket from their living room. They jumped from their soft, cozy bed and ran down stairs. When they entered the living room their eyes beheld a slight. Travis was standing by their Christmas tree decked in his pajama pants, Santa hat, with his mouth, wrist, and ankles duct taped. His brown eyes pleaded with the two men to free him, but his hard cock, tenting his pants, begged them to ravish him.
By the fireplace stood Santa. Harmon and Chris couldn’t believe their eyes. Santa placed a finger by rosy nose and with a twinkle of an eye, he was gone. As the two gay men explored and took revenge on the cocky fitness model, they heard Santa proclaimed as he rode away, “merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.”
