Holy Santa Too!

Christmas Came Before Christmas Came

There’s a Holy Santa 1. Please read that first for context.

I walked past a fit, sexy Santa and within seconds, Holy Santa started writing itself. Thanks for restacking and liking part 1. As promised, I wrote a part two that goes deeper. Please, as always, enjoy and drop your comments below. And if you’re not a subscriber… 🙄

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I’d spent most of Christmas Eve alone, wrapped in the smell of oranges and cloves, watching one blonde after another get railed. Then Santa came crashing through my back door.

I sipped more of my mulled wine, thinking I had about six hours’ sleep, which was more than Rob was going to get.

I only had to brave a church full of Bible-thumpers, God only knew what was in store for Rob.

“So, you really have never touched a guy’s cock?” the fake Santa asked me.

I shook my head. “Not unless you count that one time with Johnny before we even knew what a penis was.”

Rob smiled, his blue eyes twinkling like he’d been there. “Yeah, doesn’t count. My first time was college. Horny roomie coerced me after too many beers into letting him suck my cock. Turns out, I got curious enough to try it. Didn’t love it but didn’t hate it either. Just something I struck off the bucket list.”

I nodded, then took a bigger sip of my spicy wine. “Guess that’s how I felt with yours. Was interesting, maybe deep down I’ve thought about it, but never consciously.”

“Yeah,” Rob said, nodding, “second time for me was with the same roomie, after we graduated. He got into a practice on the other side of the country, and when I went to visit, it was drinks all night, the usual story, got ghosted by a hot girl, and begged me to let him suck me. He even suggested I fuck him, though that’s something I definitely wasn’t up for then.”

I considered what he said, watching the snow swirl outside the window and small patches appear on the glass. “But you want to fuck?”

He seemed to consider it for a few seconds, watching the next video autoplay and grabbing his balls as if the answer lay there.

“I have thought about it. In fact, I did consider next time I’d go visit Eric, I’d potentially fuck him. But you have a nice cock, so maybe… yeah, maybe I would.”

I thought about it and looked around. This evening had turned out spectacularly interesting in a good way.

“I’m curious how it would feel. All the porn stars seem to enjoy it and even Lesbian Lisa said she loves it.”

His eyebrows danced up in uncertainty. “Lesbian Lisa?”

I grinned. “Oh, yeah. My forever singles club. She’s sworn off women for life and so have a bunch of my friends. I guess I kind of had too.”

Rob leaned in while grabbing his wine and draining the remainder. “Sworn off girls? As in, you’re going to try guys for a while?”

I shook my head. “Nah, not a chance. Not on my radar. Sworn off relationships. I’ll fuck now and again, just to get it out of my system. Needs must, you know?”

He nodded. “Yeah, though I haven’t had any sex in a while. No real reason, bad last relationship, and realization that it always ends the same way.”

I nodded but then turned to him, studying his face. “In what way?”

He shrugged. “Well, not sure if you know much about doctors, especially those in the ER, but we aren’t reliable. Can’t promise to be home by eight and even be home that night at all. Often don’t even have time to make a call to cancel. Wouldn’t be the first time I’d get out and I’ve been blocked. Or they ghost. It’s not the life for everyone.”

I reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. “That sucks. You ever think about doing something else? Just so you can have a relationship?” Even as I said it, I realized my question was ridiculous.

Rob waved it off indifferently. “Nah. My job is my life. It’s all I know. I’ve made peace with never having a real relationship.”

I sat back and drained the rest of my mulled wine, suddenly needing more.

“Damn,” was all I said, then stood up, took our mugs and went off.

“No more for me,” he called out, even as I poured us both another cup from the still warm liquid, “got work later and can’t be drunk.”

I came back in carrying the two mugs and set one in front of him.

“Do you know how to make mulled wine?” I asked him, taking a sip from my mug.

He shook his head. “Nope. It’s tasty though! I’ll probably look it up tomorrow and make it myself. Why do you ask?”

“Apparently, I don’t either. You’re supposed to lightly simmer it, so you don’t burn off the alcohol, but I was so distracted with porn, I let it boil. So you’re safe, this batch has basically zero alcohol content.”

He laughed. “So, you’re trying to get me drunk so you can fuck me, without actually getting me drunk.”

I smiled and raised my mug as if to toast his suggestion. “Well, to be fair, you’re the one willing to be fucked. I’m just a passenger, willing to try fucking a guy.”

He toasted me with his mug. “So, you’ve never gone the back door?”

I shrugged. “I have, sort of. She didn’t like it; in fact, she abused me for trying. So, not really. According to my friends and my family, I date losers. If losers are women who don’t take it up the butt, then yeah, they’re right.”

“If you know you date losers, then why not change your game?”

I didn’t say anything, holding the mug but not sipping it.

“Doctor, I don’t know if you’re in the practice of walking into someone’s house unannounced at Christmas time, and then blowing the owner, then launching into a deep and meaningful about why our relationships fail.”

He nodded, then stared at his mug, then at my window. “Well, snow’s pretty thick, and got a while before I have to be anywhere, and I function better with caffeine and pushing through, so I’ve got time. I did a psych major, though I was never going down that road. I find people interesting.”

I put the mug down, and lay down on the sofa, putting my feet on Rob’s lap.

“It all started back in 1991…” I began.

He laughed, a big hearty laugh.

“I’m starting to like you a lot, Ed! You’re a very interesting… guy.”

I dug my toes down into his balls and massaged them. He looked down, then turned back to me. “Careful, you’ll make me hard again.”

I lay like that, grinning, enjoying whatever this was.

“So, why do you think you date losers? And what have you done to change that?”

I rolled my eyes but smiled. “I can see why you changed tack and went into medical practice. You’d make a shit shrink.”

He shrugged. “That might be true, but I am good at seeing patterns. You strike me as a cautious guy; open-minded, genuine, trusting and humorous. Judging by tonight’s events, I’d say you’re punching down.”

I laughed. “Is that your clinical assessment?”

He nodded, but our eyes locked and he appeared serious. “You’re dating the wrong girls. You’re looking for one thing with your cock, and another with your brain. And rarely the two shall meet.”

I considered this, and pulled my legs back and sat up, the leather under me making a squeaky sound as I turned to grab my wine.

“You’re quite sobering. I can see why you’re single,” I said, trying to hide a smirk.

“Ouch. But also true. I can be kind of too pragmatic. Not something a lot of women love.”

I turned and studied him, fit, masculine, a touch of hair around his well-defined pecs and a cute face. “I like pragmatism. I’m busy year-round; never have the time to invest in a real relationship. Women are needy. As Lesbian Lisa always says, LL to us who adore her, people are after a nurse or a purse. I don’t want to be that for anyone.”

He laughed again, a musical laugh that made me smile. “Maybe you should date men! I think you need to change tack completely!”

I shook my head vigorously. “Not a chance! I’m not gay; not even bi! I like guys, but not in my bed or my sofa. This was a…” I stopped, wondering what I was about to say.

“You don’t have to be gay to like a guy. That’s just a label for simple people. You just do what makes you happy. The rest will work itself out.”

I thought about what he said as we sat for a while, both sipping mulled wine that had no effect.

A gust of wind hit the windows and startled us. I said, “Is that your plan? Find a guy who likes pragmatism and have a non-gay, sexual relationship where you can come through his back door, then come through his backdoor?”

We both laughed out loud.

“I’ve thought about it actually, many times. Because I have sucked my roomie’s cock and considered fucking him. I’m not gay, not even a little bit. But I do like sucking cock and I like you. I’d even let you fuck me. Maybe it’s the mood I’m in.”

There was so much to think about that I didn’t even know where to start.

“Honestly? After tonight, I’ll go back to my life and back to my routine; gym, work, too many hours looking for the right hookup, and hopefully one day my luck will change and she will let me into her backdoor, and she will be a step up from the others.”

He went quiet and sipped his wine.

“You seem disappointed. Were you hoping you and I might hit it off and become fuck buddies?” I couldn’t hide my smirk.

He smiled, though something in his eyes hid something.

“I’m not disappointed. Tonight was fun. I’m in a rare mood to do anything just so I can feel something. But like you, once the silly season ends, I’ll go back to my pragmatic life and routine.”

“Tell you what, as we’re being very honest with each other. I do want to try fucking you; never done it, and I am curious. I like you; you’re fun. You’re good looking and you have a good energy about you. The fact you helped your brother out, which led you to my back door, I’m thinking I’ll consider letting you in my backdoor.”

He laughed and raised his mug. “Absolutely! If you fuck like you make mulled wine, I’d say this will be interesting.”

His cock slowly hardened. I stared at it.

“I bet it hurts; a lot!”

He looked down, then back at me and nodded. “Yeah, I bet it does. I did do some reading though; the idea is to push past the pain and hit the prostate. Once there, it’s supposed to be incredible.”

“You should be selling backdoors. You’re making me horny again,” I said, glancing down and realizing my cock was throbbing.

He put his mug down and turned to me, his face serious, like he was about to deliver a prognosis. “Let’s get into bed. I propose we give each other our all. Do it all; like properly. If this is the only time in our lives we’re going to be with another man, then let’s give it everything.”

I studied him, beyond him and outside the window, snow raced around in circles as fast as thoughts raced around in my mind.

I finished my non-alcoholic mulled wine and slammed the mug down too hard onto the coffee table. It made a loud thud.

“Alright. I’m in. Then after, we go back to our straight lives.”

He smiled. “Deal.”

But as we said that, I felt something inside me that conflicted everything I just said.

I stood and walked past him, then turned. “Coming?”

He put his mug down, put his hands on his knees and got up and appeared to self-check.

“Are you okay?” I asked him, worried he was still concussed.

He turned to me and walked a step. “I’m fine; feels good actually. Having this experience with you and knowing it will be very meaningful but with an expiry date.”

I smiled and nodded. “You’re right. It does feel good. Come on Doctor, let’s go fuck each other.”

He laughed as I turned and led us to the bottom of my stairs, just as I was about to put my foot on the first step, his hand reached out and he grabbed my arm.

He stopped me.

I turned, my eyebrows shooting up. I was about to say something, but he pulled me into him and our chests collided.

His mouth was inches from mine, and his eyes had narrowed, staring at my lips, then into my soul like he was reading me.

“It starts here,” he said, and leaned in to kiss me.

“You want the whole romance thing?” I said, smiling.

He nodded. “As I said, if this is our only night doing it, then we may…”

I cut him off by putting my lips on his. We stood, at the bottom of my stairs, bodies pressed together and kissed. His arms were stronger than they appeared. I felt his muscles when he hugged me and squeezed our bodies together.

His tongue was hot; insistent and exploratory. I could feel both our cocks throbbing between us as everything around us fell away and the world comprised of his body and mine.

I no longer heard the snow, the wind or the occasional car splashing through melting snow. I felt and heard both our heartbeats and our breathing, and the gentle sounds of our mouths as we kissed passionately.

Several minutes later, or maybe it was several days, I couldn’t tell, we pulled away, both smiling.

“Wow! That’s probably the nicest kiss I’ve had in a long time!” he said, his eyes were like twin flames, burning with my reflection.

I nodded, slowly feeling his back muscles, and even daring to reach down and cup his firm ass, which felt hairy and strong. “Yeah, I gotta be honest Doc, you’ve definitely swept me off my feet this Christmas Eve!”

I turned, and as I did so, his hand slipped into mine as I led him up the stairs.

“You’re my surprise Christmas lover that nobody will ever know about.”

I didn’t turn, but I smiled; his words resonating with me. I felt them deep in my chest.

With our hands holding onto the promise we’d just made, we entered the bedroom and walked in. Of course I hadn’t made my bed, and naturally there was shit everywhere. With one arm, I swept a bunch of clothes off the bed and shoved them to the floor, then turned to him.

“You have a nice place,” he leaned in and our lips connected again.

I pulled him back with me, as I sat on the bed, then lay back, allowing him to move on top and press his weight onto me.

We fell back into a time warp, in which nothing else existed when the intense, passionate kiss opened the floodgates.

There was something both primal, tender and necessary in the way we connected, in the way our bodies pressed together and the way our hands tenderly explored each other’s bodies. His hands massaged the back of my neck as he moaned and our tongues danced, and our lips became one.

I pushed him onto his back and lay on top, pressing my cock into his and using my knees to control my weight. His hands stroked my butt and pulled me closer, until I gave in and let myself settle fully against him.

I had to pause and pull away for a moment to exhale.

“What’s up?” he asked, in a voice that I imagine very few had heard.

“I almost came! This is a bit… intense. But in a good way,” I said, shocked by how much I enjoyed the way our cocks pressed together and how much I enjoyed kissing him.

He smiled; his arms moving around my shoulders and caressing the back of my head. “I like you a lot too.”

He then maneuvered me to my side and slid his legs between mine as our mouths stayed close and our breath mixed, giving our cocks a slight distance to buy us more time.

A while later, after it felt like we’d been kissing for hours, he added, “I really want you inside me. I don’t know why I felt that, but something about you and tonight; all of this, it feels right.”

I nodded, because I knew exactly what he meant. It did feel right, it did feel like this was the perfect night to do it and he was exactly what I needed, even if I hadn’t realized it until that moment.

For a few seconds, our eyes remained open as we resumed kissing. At close range, I felt how tender and considerate he was as a lover. I felt a moment of anger, at so many women who’d passed this guy up who appeared to be the perfect package. That they were so set in their expectations that they’d pass up this great guy.

We paused, and he said, “Fuck! I think I’m going to cum if we don’t pause!”

I smiled, then laughed and nodded, pulling away and lying on my back.

We lay next to each other, gathering our breathing when I felt his hand reach into mine and our fingers linked.

That one action kept me throbbing.

What was it about this doctor that had reached deep inside me and shaken up everything I ever knew about myself?

I turned to him, already missing his kiss. When I faced him, he’d come toward me, apparently with the same idea, because our lips met and suddenly, we were locked together, and I slid on top and felt every part of him touch parts of me that had only just woken up.

I pulled away and looked into his eyes, trying to find answers to something.

He smiled. “You’re really something, you know that?” He stroked my hair as he said it, in a way that nobody had ever done that.

I nodded. “Yeah, I get that a lot.”

He laughed. “You better hurry up and fuck me, before you turn me off with that huge ego of yours!”

I smiled. “I wish my ego was as big as my projection. So, how does this work? I have no idea what to do.”

He nodded, then shook his head. “Actually, I don’t either. I guess you get some lube and stick it in. Slow at first.”

I moved over and fumbled through my drawers hoping I still had lube. It had been a while.

I rolled back, brandishing the lube like I’d won a prize.

Rob took it off me, then poured some onto his hand and gave the bottle back to me, then reached down to put some on his ass. I squeezed some and put it on my cock. The gel was cold at first, but soon warmed and tingled. I remember I’d bought a gimmick and hoped it would do the job.

He climbed on top and guided my cock toward his hole, steadying himself as he slid it in.

“Let me guide,” he said, just as I felt the tip of it push inside.

I struggled internally even as it felt better than anything I could have imagined.

He gasped and looked up, and we froze, staying locked like that while he appeared to breathe and relax. A few seconds later, he pushed down and I felt his hole had relaxed quite a bit. A few inches went in, then he’d hold a hand out to stop me as he’d lift away and close his eyes.

It took a few minutes, but when it slid all the way inside him, my cock throbbed and my entire body spasmed. I felt an electric charge race through me as he tightened his muscles and leaned back.

When he leaned forward, his eyes exploring mine with that look that didn’t need explanation, I needed that kiss again.

Nothing I’d experienced in quite some time was even close to comparable to what I experienced with Rob.

He slowly moved up and down on my cock, adjusting to it and appearing to enjoy it.

“Is it good?” I asked him when he paused to lean back and gyrate on my cock.

“It’s fucking amazing! Holy shit!”

I pulled him down, needing another kiss from him as I struggled not to nut in his butt.

We fucked for a while, kissing, groping each other’s bodies as my cock slid in and out and he moaned like this was the climax he’d been waiting for all year.

“I’m too close!” I said.

“You can cum, unless you want me to fuck you.”

I thought about it, then nodded.

“Yeah, I do want to at least try.”

We kissed again, and he slid off me.

I grabbed a towel and cleaned up, then sat on top of him, grabbing the lube and copying him.

It was cold and tingly in my ass, but warmed quickly and seemed to numb it, which helped.

Rob put a lot on his cock, then adjusted it so I could sit on it and control it.

At first, when the head went in, it was too uncomfortable. The safe part of me was about to announce that it wasn’t going to happen, but then the new part of me, the part that had just committed to giving this one night my all, took over and breathed, much like he had done.

It took just as long as it had taken Rob to get it in, but it did eventually, with Rob massaging my hips, stroking my chest and gazing up at me with those blue eyes that probably wrote poetry when they were bored.

When I felt like all of his cock had entered me, I held it there and breathed. I did relax, and when I leaned in and our lips reconnected, he pushed up and slowly fucked me.

That’s when I felt it. That’s the moment I understood the whole backdoor thing.

“Wow,” I said, between kisses, “this is incredible!”

He nodded and smiled. “Yeah, I get it now.”

I let Rob fuck me a little harder, and with more vigor, even as we kissed and held on tight to this one night of ‘anything goes’.

I looked down, admiring his body, the part of his pubic hair I could see, and picturing his cock as it went in and out of me.

We could have been fucking for hours; an eternity, I was too caught in the moment to care. In fact, if half of Christmas Day had gone by, I would have happily made my apologies and excuses.

By the time Rob announced he was ready to nut, I was too.

“I feel like I could blow like this; with you inside me. I think I want to,” I said, my words carried by breaths I’d been holding.

He nodded. “I’m totally okay with that!”

I put my hands on his chest and slowly bounced on his cock, feeling it hit my prostate as advertised and feeling Rob’s hands stroke my arms, my chest and my legs.

His eyes rolled back and I could tell he was about to, just as I felt myself ready to release.

He bucked up into me, and that last bit hit the spot and suddenly, I exploded without warning.

It blew everywhere, across his chest, his face and across my bedroom carpet and I even think some of it hit my curtains.

“Argh!” Rob moaned in pleasure as he exploded inside me, but even as he did that, he closed an eye and a hand went to shield it. He blew inside me so much that I could feel it. I rocked back and forth as my cum slowly dripped to his stomach and his thrusts weakened.

Spent, I lay forward, putting my face into his neck and I struggled to regain my breathing.

Rob’s hands were around my back, caressing me.

I lifted my head. “Are you okay?”

With one eye open, and the other one only partially open, he smiled, then laughed. “Never had jizz in my eye before! I’ll be fine!”

I laughed too and saw it opened a little more. It was glassy and red-tinged, but functional.

He chased my mouth when I pulled away, just as tenderly but with less urgency for a while.

Then I slid off, and lay next to him. This time, our hands linked automatically and we held on as we stared up at my ceiling.

For minutes, or even hours, we lay there saying nothing. His hand felt strangely comforting and warm in mine and I didn’t want to let it go.

My eyes closed, and I started to drift off, but then suddenly we heard a phone downstairs going off.

“Oh, that’s my alarm. Wow! I’ve been here four hours!” he said, getting up.

I opened my eyes and his face was right above mine. He leaned down and kissed me, with his eyes open. He pulled away and stared for a moment as if memorizing this, before he looked away and moved off the bed.

“Want a coffee or something?” I asked him, getting up.

He shook his head. “No, I’ll get one at work. I’ll shower there too. Thank you.”

He headed downstairs and I grabbed my bathrobe and tied it around me before following him.

Downstairs, he threw on the Santa suit, put the hat on and did up his boots, which were simply black boots with red tinsel.

I smiled. “That outfit…”

He laughed. “Don’t. Please, just don’t.”

I nodded and walked him to the door.

As I opened it and he stepped out, I struggled with words. I felt I had to say something.

“Well, it was a one-night thing. But I’m glad it happened. But yeah, we’ve scratched an itch and satisfied a curiosity, and now it’s back to our own lives,” I said, moving aside and putting my hand on the door.

He began to turn away, then turned back to me, then studied me for a few seconds. “Are you convincing yourself? Or me?”

He smiled then, and turned, gave me a wave and walked off into the snow, wearing that ridiculous Santa outfit as I stared. But I didn’t close the door, I watched him for a while, and I thought about what he said.

I hadn’t even noticed the sleek sports car right outside my house earlier, but he unlocked it, opened the door, then stopped and looked back at me. He waved one more time, watched me for a moment longer, then got in his car, and moments later, he drove off.

Bits of cold snow slapped at my exposed ankles, my face and neck, but I stood at the door, watching where his car had been moments earlier.

When I did finally close my door, and turned to face the inside of my house, it suddenly felt emptier and colder than it had ever been.

I knew where he worked.

I shook my head and threw that thought off and turned to the stairs, but then stopped and looked to where earlier, we’d sat for so long and explored so much.

Are you convincing yourself or me? He’d said.

And for the first time in a very long time, I didn’t know the answer to that.

And not for the first time, I really enjoyed writing this story. Thank you to my dearest paid foxes for your support. Thank you for inspiring me to do better and just being there. One hand on the keyboard, and the other… getting my coffee. What were you thinking?