By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM
I'll say this for Debbin's Department Store, they knew their clientele. The Men's Department there was unlike any you would see at Macy's, their stock was equal part's de rigeur suits and ties, colorfully flamboyant pinks and patterns, and blue jeans/red plaid shirts/work boots plus a sizeable rack of black leather goods, with chains, studs, and items I hoped they managed to keep out of the sight of the little kiddies. Everything a man would need to walk out his front door as a respectable businessman, a leather dominator or a flamboyant, flaming queen! Small wonder their business was so brisk with young men varying from limp-wristed twinks to massively muscled men wearing sleeveless t-shirts as they pawed the shelves. And the music was, naturally, "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" for this was the holiday season.
Given their clientele and business model, was it any wonder that their Santa on his throne was not the jolly, rotund, round-bellied semi-elf that Coca-Cola created and managed to impress upon a sizeable portion of the world in their advertising. No, Debbin's had a sexy Santa!
Wearing a red Santa hat and red tights with white tufting at the waist was their only bow to the season, this Santa had a golden tan, clean-shaven chest, muscles perfectly sculpted by hours at the gym, a haircut styled by a master of the art and a handsome, square-jawed, long-cheeked, twinkling blue-eyed face that made the plainer members of the male species consider deals with the Devil. And that was either some strategically placed padding or this Sexy Santa was hung! He was barefoot and the tights were on his muscled legs like they'd been spray-painted on, and he was the hottest damned man I had ever seen and I should know. This Sexy Santa was Gary Martin, and he was my lover and live-in boyfriend.
I was standing in line trying not to be noticed by him as I watched him let the boytoys climb into his lap and pose seductively for the camera, he kissed and hugged and in some cases gripped his lap baby right where the Good Lord commanded you keep covered and all hands off at all times, including your own! All the men in the line were lapping all this up with eager grins and chuckled comments, but I was building up a slow burn. This was my man and it's one thing to have him flirt with a random stranger and another to have this conveyor belt of endless studs pawing and groping my man!
He did notice me, and with a hand to keep his next client back, must have signaled for one of the salesmen to come to him, for the man rushed up, Sexy Santa/Gary whispered to him and gestured my way and the salesman came to me and said in a soft voice, "If you could come this way with me, sir."
"I was waiting in line for Sexy Santa." I said with gritted teeth in what I hoped was a pleasant smile...but probably wasn't.
"I know, sir, this way, please, if you will." Caught by the rules of polite society, I walked with him past the men and heard a noise and looked back to see that they were roping off the Sexy Santa across the line, cutting off his access with a theatrical rope and a sign saying "Sexy Santa Will Be Back in a Half Hour." Men were either following us out of the queue or apparently deciding to wait where they were for his return. Gary had two more men who escaped the rope to see then he would be free.
I was taken by a circuitous route that brought me around to the back of the Sexy Santa display, a small doorway was to one side with a panel showing a snowy landscape, as if going through the door from the other side was to go to the North Pole.
One side was a long mat-covered bench like a piano stool on steroids, nearly eight feet long, I sat on it and waited, steaming softly.
In due time Gary came through the doorway and said brightly, "Evan, how are you doing, honey?" I stood up to greet him and got kissed by those lips that had kissed so many other men and tasted like it, but hell, it was my lover and I gave as good as I got. But when he was done, I let him go and we both sat on the bench to have our talk. Gary tried to snuggle up against me, but I put a foot of space between us when he did, and he didn't close it, sat where he was with a gap between us.
"So this is your big new job?" I asked. I saw now that the tights were just leggings, he also wore a red Speedo where his package was. And I knew from personal experience that the bulge in them was not padding, in addition to all his other physical traits, Gary had a ten-inch cock that didn't shrink down like mine did, from a decent seven inches to a glans peeking out of the cockskin like a scared turtle. Like I said, deals with the Devil looked good when Gary was around.
"Yeah, I was going to tell you all about it tonight." Gary said. "This is great, and the pay is going to be enough to pay all my share of rent plus the back rent."
"Oh." I said. Gary had been out of work (like any wannabe actor usually was) and owed me the months of September, October and now halfway through November. "All of it?" I queried, unable to believe it, that was like twenty-seven hundred dollars.
"All of it. Plus December will be paid before mid-December." he bragged. "I won out over a hundred contestants for this job, believe you me, the competition was stiff."
"I can believe it." I said as I looked down at his crotch, I couldn't help it. Thinking of Gary and all those men probably all wearing abbreviated shorts and thongs as they paraded across that lucky stiff in personnel. "I feel stiff just looking at you."
"And so is every other guy in line." Gary bragged. "I reach for their crotch, I haven't found a limp weiner yet waiting down there. I got the stuff."
"I know that." I said. "You could have told me earlier you were trying out for the job."
"Hey, babe, I know you're jealous." Gary patted my cheek. "I knew if I told you you'd get all upset and I wasn't that sure I could even get it. Why borrow trouble until there is trouble."
"And now there is?"
"Are you going to put your foot down and tell me to quit?" Gary asked. "They have three of us working this job, and another dozen in line hoping for a chance to step in if we come down with purple itch or something."
"No." I said slowly. "I won't ask you to quit. I just..." I sighed. "Okay, you can keep the job. But I can't promise I won't feel insecure while you're doing it."
"That's my man." Gary told me. "Did you notice I close my eyes when I kiss those men?"
"No."
"I do. I want to pretend they're you." Gary said. "Evan, you turn me on every time I even look at you. You're a hot stud yourself, you know."
"I am not." I said. "I'm just...ordinary."
"You really don't see it." Gary said. "Hon, when we go out and everyone's looking, about half of them are looking at you, not me. You're a big, burly, hairy, bear of a man that makes a gay guy's peter quiver, trust me."
"You mean it?" I asked. I thought of what I saw in the mirror. "I mean, I'm okay looking but...."
"Silly." Gary cut me off. "You're the only man for me and always will be. And if you don't mind, we have about twenty-five minutes left for me to show you how much you turn me on."
"Here?" I asked, looking around. The area was blocked visually but not by any barriers, a man could walk around them and see us.
"Right here. I told Saul to tell everyone to leave us alone for this time." Gary said, and as he pressed against me, my arms went around him.
God, Gary is such a wonderful kisser, this time I only tasted his lips, soft and warm and hungry for mine. We groped each other and our cocks pressing against each other as his hands came down and pulled my body against his, felt like nirvana.
"God, baby, I have gotten so fucking hot, all those men pawing me and wanting me, and I saw you and you were like my lucky star." Gary oozed. "I don't want those guys, hon, I want you and only you."
"Me, too." I breathed and our hands began to undress each other. I had less to take off of him and he fought me when I tried, I ended up in tee-shirt and briefs before I was allowed to even tackle those Speedos. The leggings were tied on his waist underneath, leaving his junk dangling free, I scarfed up that long dong and showed it I was the one who knew how to treat it right!
Gary gasped, groaned, said huskily, "Baby, I love this but we have to hurry, let's get naked and then get busy."
"Fine by me." I said hoarsely. "I want you to fuck me this time, I want to feel that cock those men are all craving inside me, hump me, my own Sexy Santa and show me how much I'm the only man you want."
"Okay, but you have to fuck me tonight." he said. "I can't bring this costume home with me, but I can buy another set of everything with my store credit, and...."
"Less talk, more fuck." I growled.
Finally naked, I lay back on that bench and my Santa lover straddled it and fed my ass that long, quivering dong of his. God, that man turns me on every time that cockhead of his kissed my asshole, I want to suck him up inside me and keep him there, away from all the hungry eyes and longing lips that drool at him every day. I never saw the men looking at me but I saw plenty looking at him!
Gary hissed and groaned as his dong sank into me. "Shit, man, this is always so fucking hot. We got together, I worried I'd be bored with you or worse, you'd get bored with me. But this just keeps getting better and better."
"Damned right." I said. "Now, tick-tick, baby, get busy."
"Your wish is my desire." he said and began to thrust into me with all the hot aggressive love that I have come to expect from my hunkalicious man. I may get jealous when we go out, but when Gary puts his schlong up my ass, I forget everything that I was thinking, because his cock told me emphatically that I was the one for him.
So his hips thrust and I writhed and moaned under him and he panted and groaned back at me and his hand caught hold of my cock and he bent nearly double so he could suck my cock and fuck my ass at the same time.
I heard a male gasp and saw a blur of black coat and pants hastily leave. I couldn't bring myself to care, Gary had told them to keep everyone away, if someone didn't listen, that was their problem!
Gary was panting and I saw he was breaking a sweat. "We can't have a sweaty Santa out there." I told him. "Let me take care of this." I pushed him back to where he was lying on the bench and I was straddled him and I bounded up and down with all the delight of having this long North Pole sized dick all to myself. Gary pumped my prick as I did so, and I was moaning and sweating now. Have to use my shirt to wipe him dry when we were done, I thought in my lust-filled brain, until then, we were busy!
"Coming, man, coming!" Gary gasped.
I said, moaning,"Me, too, baby, me, too."
"Do it, baby, shoot all over my hot Santa chest!" Gary urged me. "Squirt that Christmas cheer hard and long and plenty of it."
"Oh, oh, oh, oh!"
"Ah, ah, coming, coming!" Gary panted.
"Ahh-hahh-hahh...."
"Ah, uhhh, uhhhm, uhhhhh...."
"AH-KAH-HUHHHHHHH!"
"UH-GUH-HUH-UHHHHH!"
I did spray my jizz in fat white lumps onto his lucscious golden form and he pumped his sweet hot load up into my hungry, clutching bowels and panting hard, I lay down on him and we were still togther and I heard a harumph! sound from my left and looked over.
A man of middle age and iron eyes was looking at us.
"Mr. Weaver!" gasped Gary.
"Mr. Whitsett." the man nodded at him.
"This..this is my lifelong companion, Evan Bridger." Gary introduced us. "He and I were talking a moment and...well...."
"My fault, sir." I said, shouldering the blame. "I was jealous when I found him playing your Sexy Santa and he was, well, convincing me I had no reason to be jealous."
"I can see that." Mr. Weaver said. "Your break is nearly over, clean up and get back to work, you can use the towels in that box over there." He looked at me. "And when the two of you are decent again, can you talk to me in my office, Mr. Bridger? Room 3A off the mezzanine."
"Yes, sir."
Gary and I cleaned him with the towels which did a good job, and I put them to one side and said, "I'll do what I can, babe. This is all my fault."
"It took two of us." Gary sighed. "As long as you'll put up with me, I'll look for more work tomorrow."
He got his costume back up and put on a hearty smile and went to the throne once more. I walked out the back way, after a few false turns, I made it into the store proper and got directions to Mr. Weaver's office.
I was waiting in the employee lounge when Gary finished his shift and turned the Sexy Santa job over to his doppelganger. He was surprised to me and the look on my face must have confused him. "What did Mr. Weaver want?" he asked. "Does he need to see me?"
"No, I handled it. He asked me what I was doing the next several weeks. I told him that I do construction and this time of year is always dead, I had no work. So he offered me a job."
"A job?" Gary was puzzled. "I'm not fired?"
"No, the opposite, in fact." I showed him my work costume.
Gary looked at the green tights, the elf hat and the green shoulder fringe that would cover me from neck to above my breasts...barely. "You're going to wear this?"
"Well, Sexy Santa needs the elves to help him this time of year, doesn't he?" I said. "A half dozen more of your competition will be taking the same job as me. They'll assign another man to play the elf for your left side. But the right side will be me."
"So you're my Sexy Elf?" Gary smiled.
"And you're my Sexy Santa." I agreed. "Now and always."
"That's the kind of Christmas spirit," Gary grinned, "that I can really get into."
"Me, too."
THE END
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