During high school, I spent most of my time studying, trying to get the best grades and test scores to get into the best college. I wasn't a loner. I had friends and all that, but I didn't have a "special friend" of either sex. It just wasn't that important. After I sent out my college applications in the fall of my senior year, though, that changed. Suddenly, all I could think about was sex! Sex with guys!
Almost no male classmate or teacher was omitted from the fantasies of this eighteen year old. Especially the teachers. Older guys. Experienced guys. I knew they could teach me so much, if only they would. I lost track of how many times my mind wandered in class and I popped a boner because of those nasty thoughts. And the fantasies grew more and more as I turned to the Internet for "information" and relief.
Some of the things I found out there blew my mind. Eating another guy's ass? Really? Piss? Really? But the most mind-blowing thing of all was when I stumbled onto stories about man-on-man incest. What in the world? Guys having sex with their dads, uncles, granddads, stepfathers, brothers, cousins... The variations seemed to go on and on. Still, the initial shock turned to fascination. I seemed to be spending more and more time reading those specific stories...and always clearing my browser history after every session! But I never really took it for real. Just more random sex-fueled fantasies.
Then, one day when we were just sitting on the sofa and watching TV, my dad casually put his hand on my knee, and my cock went rock hard in a heartbeat. Suddenly, all those Internet incest stories flooded my mind, and every son getting fucked by his dad was me getting fucked by my dad. Every guy feeding his cock to his son was my dad grinning down at me as I sucked eagerly on his fat meat.
I gulped and quickly looked at my dad, who returned the look with a totally innocent dad smile. "Everything okay?" he asked.
"Uh, sure," I mumbled. "I just remembered some homework I have to do."
"You with unfinished homework?" he asked with a grin. "Impossible."
"Sorry," I blurted as I shoved his hand aside, jumped up, and ran from the room. I took the stairs two or three at a time! When I got to my bedroom, I shut the door and leaned back against it. Panting frantically. My cock still totally hard and tenting my jeans. Had Dad noticed? I panicked, looking down and seeing how obvious the mound was. "Fuck," I growled. My heart was racing. I needed some relief. I needed to unload. I needed to jack off!!!!
I whipped off my T-shirt, kicked off my shoes, tore off my jeans, and threw myself on the bed. I lifted my ass enough to push my underwear down onto my thighs, and my cock sprang free. Bouncing. Slapping my belly. Flexing as I just looked at it for a moment. Then I quickly licked the palm of my hand before wrapping it around my hot, rigid, eighteen-year-old flesh. "Oh yeah," I sighed, relaxing into the pillow and mattress as I slowly began to stroke my throbbing cock.
As my breathing began to relax, I started gently rubbing my left nipple as I continued slowly stroking my shaft. Up and down. Slowly. Up and down. Firmly. Again and again. "Oh yeah," I groaned as I finally pinched a nipple firmly between my thumb and forefinger before gently twisting it. "Yes," I hissed, feeling my balls tighten up. My grip on my dick grew tighter. My stroking became faster. My breathing started to increase again.
A knock on the door. I froze. "Is everything okay, Andy?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," I panted. "Just gotta get this finished."
"Okay, I'll have dinner ready soon. Something good to fill your belly."
"Oh god," I moaned softly as I suddenly, involuntarily pictured Dad standing naked outside my door with a hard, leaking cock to fill my belly. What the fuck? I'd never thought about him like that before!
"Well, don't be too long," he said as he walked away.
"I won't," I called back, knowing it was the absolute truth. I had to blow. I couldn't hold back any longer. I closed my eyes. My fist flew up and down my rigid, throbbing shaft. And my mind was filled with images of my naked dad! Smiling innocently at me. Laughing. Winking. And stroking his hard cock! "That's a good boy," he said in my imagination. "Make Daddy proud. Show him what you've got for him."
"Oh god, Dad," I groaned as I thrust my cock up through my fist and unleashed a shower of cum all over my body. Streaking my chest. Cum. Cum. Cum. Covering my belly. "Yes, yes," I moaned. "Fill my belly, Daddy." My cock throbbed again and oozed the last of my load over my fist and down into my pubes.
I finally relaxed and tried to let my breathing recover. I could feel the cum cooling on my belly. Dribbling down over my side and onto the sheets. I didn't care. My mind was too blown. I'd just jacked off thinking about my own dad!!!! As I calmly began licking the cum from my fist, it dawned on me that I should probably stop reading all those pervy incest stories. "Mmmm," I sighed as the creamy, tangy fluid slid down my throat to fill my belly. Then my brain suddenly whispered, "I wonder what Dad's cum tastes like." My eyes flew open. What the fuck, dude!
*****
I don't know how I made it through dinner. I couldn't even look at Dad. I was too overwhelmed by what I'd done. By what I'd thought.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Dad finally asked as we lingered over dessert. "You've been acting strange ever since you made your quick exit earlier to finish your homework. Was it hard?"
I gave Dad a look but quickly realized the innuendo was all in my own head. "Nothing I couldn't handle," I said without thinking.
"You work too hard," Dad replied.
"I guess," I said.
"Well, stop playing with your dessert. Get it in your belly before that creamy topping goes limp."
I quickly glanced at him again, and the innocent look on his face just made me start laughing. "Dad, you're so..."
"What? What did I say?"
"Nothing," I said, finally managing a smile as I put a spoonful of his creamy topping in my mouth...and my cock hardened up again under the table.
Dad continued looking at me for a moment, then he took a bite of his own dessert. I couldn't help focusing on his tongue as it darted out to lick a bit of creamy topping off of his own lips. "I've been thinking. You've been working too hard. As I said. I think you need a break. How would you like to go visit your grandpa for the Christmas break?"
"I'm fine here with you," I assured him. And I was. Even without the sudden pervy thoughts, I loved my dad more than anything in the world. He'd always been there for me, even when my mother disappeared on us without a word. "You don't want to be alone at Christmas."
"I actually have to work for most of it," he said with a shrug, "so you won't be missing much. And I'm sure Dad would love to have you. He's all alone too, you know."
"Why don't we just invite him here, like we did last year?" I suggested.
"He's got a job," Dad replied.
"Doing what?" I asked with obvious surprise. Grandpa had been happily retired for a few years after a stressful business career. He'd given it all up when Grandma passed away. That had been his wakeup call. No more wasting life for him.
"You'll never believe it," Dad laughed, "but he's playing Santa at his local mall."
"No way!" I laughed.
"Way," Dad shrugged. "But he'll still have more time than I will, I'm afraid. You want me to call him?"
"I would rather spend the time with you," I replied...and my cock throbbed. Maybe I did need a break to think! "But if you think it's best."
"Okay, I'll talk to him tomorrow. How about a movie?"
"Um, okay," I said uncertainly. I wasn't sure how much control I would have sitting on the sofa again with Dad after jerking off while thinking about him.
But... As it turned out, everything was fine. We cuddled up on the sofa with Dad's arm around me and watched the movie. My cock behaved! It just felt good being in his arms. During a particularly boring scene, Dad cleared his throat and said, "I know you're getting too big to be cuddling with your old man, but I still enjoy it."
I looked up at his smiling face and said, "I love you, Dad."
"I love you too, Andy," he replied softly, then he kissed my hair before resting his cheek on the top of my head. "And maybe, if I can get away for the day, I'll join you for Christmas. No promises."
I wanted desperately to kiss him in that moment, but I didn't. I just watched the movie and enjoyed the occasional rub of his cheek against my hair. And for a while, I forgot the pervy fantasies. He was just my dad. The man I loved more than anyone else in the world.
*****
I was sad to leave Dad for the holidays, but I had to admit that I enjoyed spending time with Grandpa. Next to Dad, he was one of the funniest guys I'd ever know. I guess that's why he'd been such a good businessman. Everyone loved him. And the kids seemed to love him as Santa. I spent so much time hanging around the mall while he was working that he finally insisted that they pay me...and I became one of Santa's Elves! How embarrassing! But fun.
"Damn, I'm beat," he growled one evening after we returned home from work and he sank into his favorite chair.
"Language, Santa!" I scolded mockingly.
"Shut up you big dumb elf!" he laughed, stroking the long white beard and looking at me still in my elf costume.
"You'd better be careful, or you'll end up on your own naughty list," I smiled. "What do you want for dinner?"
"Something good to fill my belly, Kitchen Elf," he replied, patting his padded belly. When I laughed heartily, he added, "It's not that funny."
"It's just that Dad's always going on about filling my belly," I replied.
"Is he now?" Grandpa asked mysteriously.
"He's a good cook, you know."
"Among other things," Grandpa laughed.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"He's a good worker. A good son. And a good dad, as far as I can see."
"The best," I confirmed.
"Well, you'd better get busy with dinner, Kitchen Elf. It won't cook itself, you know," he said.
"Yes, Santa," I replied with a smile as he poured himself a large glass of scotch.
*****
"Dinner's almost ready," I said as I walked into the empty living room. "Grandpa?" I searched all over the house and finally found him in his bedroom. He was stretched out on his bed, but with one foot still on the floor...and still in his Santa costume. I noticed another glass of scotch on the nightstand. He was breathing softly. I was surprised. Grandpa liked a drink after work, but he'd never passed out before. Well, I figured dinner could wait.
I started to leave him to sleep it off...or just get a good nap if it was exhaustion. Then I figured he should be more comfortable. At least I could take off the boots. I crossed over to the bed, knelt down, and gently pulled off the boot from the foot on the floor. Grandpa grumbled in his sleep, but that was it. I lifted that leg up onto the mattress and then stretched over the foot of the bed to pull off his other boot.
Grandpa grumbled again, shifted, and lifted his Santa jacket to scratch his belly under the padding. I couldn't stop looking. With the jacket out of the way, I finally saw that Grandpa had undone his wide black Santa belt and unfastened Santa's trousers. But the biggest surprise of all was that Grandpa's dick was on display and hard! What's more, I saw for the first time that Grandpa was uncut. I'd obviously seen pictures of foreskins online, but seeing my first one in person...and it being my own grandpa's was something else.
Suddenly, Grandpa grunted in his sleep and his hard cock flexed before slapping softly against the fake belly padding. I froze. Then I swear he softly growled, "Ho, ho, ho," with his cock flexing on each word. I have no idea what came over me, but in that instant, I wasn't looking at my grandpa's cock. I was looking at Santa's hard, veiny, throbbing, uncut cock. And I licked my lips.
As if in a dream, I climbed onto the foot of Santa's bed. I didn't even pause to remove the elf costume. Instead, I gently took his ankles in my hands and slowly spread his legs apart. I trailed my hands up the velvety legs of the red trousers as I inched closer to the turgid cock gently pulsing over Santa's steadily rising and falling belly.
A musky aroma filled my nostrils as my face came closer and closer to Santa's crotch. I closed my eyes and inhaled the heady scent. Suddenly, Santa grunted. My eyes flew open and I watched in silence as he thrust his fist into the velvety red trousers and pulled his hairy balls into view. I licked my lips as he scratched his balls casually before returning his hand to his belly. I looked up at Santa's face, but his eyes remained closed. After another grunt, his breathing settled back into a steady pace.
I leaned in closer and took a big whiff of Santa's balls. I stifled an appreciative moan and smiled as the hairs tickled the end of my nose. Ever so carefully, I swept my nose back and forth across the silky hairs as the musky aroma continued to assault and delight my nostrils. Finally, I noticed that Santa's cock seemed to be flexing more urgently than it had been. And I could see his balls tightening up.
His balls. Hairy. Big. Tight. Again, I couldn't resist. I stuck out my tongue and gently lapped at those cum-filled orbs. Santa grunted and his cock continued to flex rapidly. That long, red, thick, veiny, hooded shaft. I gulped quickly, scooted closer, and slowly trailed my tongue up from Santa's balls to the hot flesh of his shaft. Santa grunted again, but I couldn't stop. I trailed my tongue along the ridge on the underside of the cock. Closer and closer to the head. Closer and closer.
Very gently, I wrapped my fist around Santa's shaft and slowly pulled the skin down toward the base. The head slid free of the hood and I could see precum glistening in the slit. I'd never had a cock in my mouth, but all of those online stories made me certain I wanted to try it. And what better than Santa's cock at Christmastime.
I dipped my head back down and licked the shaft again from my fist up to the ridge of Santa's red cockhead. Like a hot, throbbing lollipop. After the briefest of pauses, I licked the leaking head and had my first exhilarating taste of sweet, delectable, irresistible precum. And in that moment, I was hooked. On cock. On precum. On sex. On men. On older men. On Santa!
I held his rigid shaft tightly and guided that oozing head into my hungry, hot, salivating mouth. I wrapped my lips around the head of Santa's cock and slowly slid them down to my fist. Slowly. Gently. Savoring. Enjoying the taste of my first cock. I could feel it throbbing in my mouth as it slid toward my throat. I relaxed to let it go as far as it wanted. To take as much as I could. My throat opened to take Santa's cock deeper and deeper. My eyes rolled back in my head as my nose once again was overcome by the musky smell of his crotch. My nose buried in his pubes. His cock buried in my throat.
"Ho, ho, ho," Santa grumbled. "Feels like my Kitchen Elf enjoys sucking on Santa's candy cane. I froze. "You started it. You might as well finish it," he sighed softly. "And if you do a good job, you might get promoted from Kitchen Elf to Bedroom Elf. It's been a long time since Santa has had an eager Bedroom Elf to take care of him."
I slowly slid my mouth back up and off of Santa's cock and replied, without looking up at him, "I want to be your Bedroom Elf, Santa. I don't have any experience, though."
"If you're sure you want the job, just keep doing what you were doing. That was a good start. And if you're a really good elf, I might have something really good to fill your belly."
"Yes, please, Santa," I replied before taking his cock back into my mouth. That delicious, precum-slicked cock.
"That's a good elf," Santa sighed as I slowly worked my mouth on his straining cock. Sliding my lips up and down that silky but rock-hard pole. "Born natural. No training necessary," he moaned, and I felt him gently start flexing his hips to fuck his cock into and out of my mouth. "Don't forget to play with my jingle bells," he chuckled, and I quickly grasped his hairy sack with my free hand and rolled the fat balls in my palm. "Good boy. Quick learner," Santa moaned. "Get that cum primed."
I became even more eager at the thought of following my first taste of cock with my first taste of someone else's cum. I started rapidly pumping Santa's shaft as I eagerly sucked on the head of his cock. Wanting my Christmas reward. "Ho, ho, ho," he laughed, "Someone's an eager little elf."
I pulled off of his cock quickly to pant, "And hungry, Santa!" Then I swallowed him to the base again to devour that delicious leaking, oozing cock. Savoring the precum mixed with my own saliva. Eagerly awaiting my first taste of another man's cum.
"Yeah, suck Santa's candy cane, Kitchen Elf," he growled. "Santa likes that. Show him you deserve to be his new Bedroom Elf."
I squeezed Santa's balls firmly. Tightly. And even tighter. He grunted a "Ho," and then another "Ho," and then an "Oh god, boy!" Worried that I'd done something wrong, I stopped my sucking and released his balls. "NO, DON'T STOP!" he yelled. I tightened my grip again and returned to devouring his cock. "YES! That's it's it. Work Santa's cock and balls. Make Santa feel good you fucking Kitchen Elf!"
I groaned when I felt Santa grip my shoulder like a vice. The groan vibrated all along his cock and made him groan in return. "FUCKIN' SUCK THAT COCK BOY! You've definitely earned Santa's treat to fill that hungry belly of yours!"
I impaled my throat on Santa's cock and worked my throat muscles rapidly to massage that hard, throbbing shaft, as if I was already swallowing my Christmas treat.
"FUCKING SHIT, BOY! THERE'S NO WAY YOU HAVEN'T DONE THIS BEFORE!" Santa yelled. "YOU'RE ONE FUCKING NAUGHT ELF!" I pulsed my grip on his balls as a silent "thank you" and returned to eagerly bobbing my head. Sucking Santa's cock for all I was worth. And for all I wanted! "OH FUCK, GONNA FILL YOUR BELLY, BOY!" Santa warned.
"MMMMPHHHH!" I yelled back.
"YOU WANT A BELLY FULL OF SANTA CUM?" he bellowed.
"MMMMPHHHH!" I repeated.
"THEN GET READY, 'CAUSE SANTA CLAUS IS CUMMING TO TOWN!" A roar of laugher dissolved into "HO, HO, HO, COCKSUCKER! HO, HO, FUCKING HO!" On the last word, Santa grabbed my head by my elf hat and pushed my mouth down his cock as he thrust his hips up. "CUMMING, BOY!" he shouted, as if I needed any more warning.
It was too late anyway. I could feel his cock expanding and throbbing in my mouth and throat. I could feel it pulsing urgently. "MMMMPHHHH!" I moaned as I felt my throat coated with another man's cum for the first time in my life.
"SWALLOW SANTA'S CUM!" he ordered.
I swallowed quickly and then forced my head back against the pressure of his strong fist. The erupting cock head pulled out of my throat and began filling my mouth with shot after shot after shot of hot, creamy, tangy, tart, DELICIOUS cum! "MMMMMMMM!" I groaned as I savored the flavor and then swallowed to make room for more.
Santa grunted as the last of his cum oozed into my mouth and I continued sucking eagerly on the deflating cock. Wanting more. Needing more. "Whew," Santa finally sighed, and I felt his body begin to relax. "It's been way too long since I had such an eager Bedroom Elf. I'd almost forgotten how good it feels."
I let the softening cock slip from my mouth, licked my lips, and then said, "It tastes good too, Santa. Do I get the job?"
"If you kiss as good as you suck, you damn sure have the job," he laughed. I eagerly scrambled up over Santa's body to kiss him through the false beard, but he stopped me. "Better not get any of that mess on the store's beard," he said, then he whipped off the Santa hat and the beard... and he was my grandpa again.
I hesitated. All pretense of fantasy gone. What had I just done? What had we done? I don't know what my face looked like, but I could see a look of doubt and concern flicker across Grandpa's. Without any more hesitation, I lunged forward to kiss him. A soft kiss at first, but then I knew I wanted more. I started to open my mouth and his did the same. I groaned as our tongues touched for this first time. He moaned as he tasted his own cum mixed with my saliva. He drove his tongue eagerly into me, desperately searching for more. I moaned and let the sensations wash over me.
When I felt his kisses were becoming more gentle, I slowly pulled away and looked him in the eye. "I love you, Grandpa," I said softly.
"And I love you too, Andy," he replied with one final kiss on the lips. "I don't know what the hell got into you, but I'm not complaining."
"I know it's pervy, but I just couldn't... In that outfit... And your... When I saw your dick..."
"You mean Santa's dick," he laughed.
I'm sure I blushed. "Well, that too."
"Ho, ho, ho!" Grandpa bellowed, then his body began to shake with laughter. When he calmed down, he hugged me to him and asked softly, "Has your dad ever filled your belly like that?"
I snapped my head up and looked at him with obvious shock. "What?! Dad?! No. He... I... This was..."
"Don't panic," Grandpa laughed softly. "I was just wondering, since you said earlier..."
"Food! He was talking about food!" I insisted, probably a little too strongly after what had just happened.
"So that really was the first time?" Grandpa asked.
"Yeah," I mumbled. "Sorry it wasn't better."
"Are you kidding me, Andy? That was one of the hottest blowjobs I've ever had. Santa too," he added with a laugh. "I love you, young man," he added, hugging me back against his chest.
"Then you're okay... We're okay...?"
"What Santa does with his Bedroom Elf is no concern of ours," he replied. "Ho, ho, ho," he added softly as he nestled his cheek against the top of my head.
"Thanks, Santa," I replied, before nodding off for a satisfied nap.
*****
When I woke up, Grandpa wasn't in bed. I got up, went to my room and changed into my regular clothes, then I went looking for Grandpa and found him wearing his own regular clothes and sitting at the dining table.
"I wondered how long you were going to sleep," he said. "Hope you don't mind that I started without you."
"No, not at all," I said, finally noticing that he was eating the dinner that I'd prepared before our encounter.
"It's a good thing it tastes good cold," he laughed before having another bite.
"Grandpa," I said cautiously as I sat down. "About..."
"Andy," he stopped me. "I meant what I said. What happens between Santa and his Bedroom Elf is their business. We're good. Aren't we?"
"Yes, of course, but..."
"And if Santa's Bedroom Elf prefers just to be his Kitchen Elf, then that's fine too."
"I'm pretty sure he would rather be the Bedroom Elf...and see what else Santa can teach him." It took me a while before I could look up at Grandpa, but I was relieved when I saw that he was smiling.
"Then he's an elf after my own heart," Grandpa said with a wink. "I'm sure Santa would be happy to teach him anything he knows. Although I'm pretty sure Santa thinks he doesn't need much teaching."
"Just more experience," I smiled.
"Exactly," he replied, and that was that. The rest of the evening was just me and my grandpa hanging out. Nothing special. Nothing kinky. Nothing strange...until he said at the end of the evening... "Why don't you go put on that elf outfit, or at least the hat, and I'll slip into something a little redder."
"Whatever you say, Santa."
*****
Not every guy can say that Santa was the first guy who fucked them, but I can. It was amazing. But there was also a weird moment. Very brief. Probably nothing. But I couldn't stop thinking about it. As I was wrapped in Santa's arms with his cock still lodged in my cum-filled asshole, I couldn't help myself...
"Santa?"
"Yes?"
"You would never lie to your elf, would you?"
"Of course not. That would be naughty."
"Then did you ever have a Bedroom Elf named Wally?"
There was a long silence, which made me a bit nervous, but then Santa finally replied, "I seem to recall at least one Bedroom Elf named Wally in the past. Why do you ask?"
"Because when you were cumming in my ass, you called me Wally."
"Andy. Wally. So many elves. Even Santa gets mixed up once in a while," he laughed.
"Yeah, but," I persisted, "my dad's name is Walter and his friends call him Wally. Don't you think that's odd."
"Well," Santa finally said, "I guess it's quite a coincidence. Now, Santa needs to get some sleep. Okay?"
"Okay," I said reluctantly. Either I was dead wrong or I wasn't going to get any more out of Grandpa.
*****
I didn't push the Wally issue after that. I was busy enough just trying to keep up with Grandpa and all the cum he was dumping in my mouth and ass. Well, that Santa was dumping. We continued playing that game, probably because it made it all a little less "real." Not that I minded. By that point, I was really turned on by having sex with my grandpa, and I'm sure it was the same for him. Still, playing Santa and his Bedroom Elf was a little less kinky that just getting fucked by my grandpa. Although, I guess some people might think the Santa thing was more kinky. To each his own.
Truth be told, I could barely walk by the time Christmas rolled around. Not that I was complaining. And neither was Grandpa. In fact, Santa had just finished delivering his first Christmas present (another ass-load of cum) when the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it," I said, hopping out of bed, throwing on a bathrobe, and running from the room.
"Ho, ho, ho, Merry Christmas!" Dad called cheerily when I opened the front door.
"Dad," I said, too stunned to think. I'd forgotten he said he might be able to get away for Christmas day.
"Well, that's a nice Christmas greeting," he said with mock disappointment.
"Sorry, Dad," I said before giving him a big welcoming hug. "Merry Christmas!"
"Feels like it's been forever since I've seen you," he said, hugging me tighter. "I've missed you."
"I've missed you, too. But Grandpa has been keeping me busy," I added, releasing the hug and stepping back.
Dad got an eyeful when my bathrobe fell open and revealed I was naked underneath...with my cock still plumped from just getting fucked without cumming. "I guess you didn't wrap that present tight enough," he laughed.
"Guess not," I said as I blushed and tied the robe closed. "Come on in." I stepped aside and Dad entered the house. I closed the door and turned to see Grandpa arriving from the bedroom. Fortunately, he'd slipped out of the Sex Santa suit and was just wearing a bathrobe.
"Merry Christmas, Son!"
"Merry Christmas, Dad. Looks like you two are getting a late start," Dad added, looking from my bathrobe to grandpa's.
"You know me. Never in a hurry on Christmas morning," Grandpa smiled.
"Yeah, I remember," Dad smiled back. For a moment, it seemed like he'd forgotten I was there. Then he turned to me quickly and said, "Oh, Andy, there are presents in the car. Why don't you run out and get them."
"Okay," I said turning back to the door.
"After you get dressed?" he suggested.
"The neighbors won't mind," Grandpa laughed.
Dad shrugged and smiled at me. "Up to you."
"Be right back." I tightened the robe again and headed out to the car.
The chilly weather definitely took care of any post-sex plumping that remained. By the time I got back inside with Dad's pile of wrapped presents, my cock was definitely back to normal...if not cold-reduced. "Did you buy enough?" I called as got back inside and closed the door. When I looked at Dad and Grandpa, I got the impression that I'd just interrupted an intense conversation. But they quickly recovered and the day continued on like any other Christmas day.
*****
"Andy makes an excellent Kitchen Elf," Grandpa grinned as we sat down to the huge Christmas lunch that I'd prepared. I enjoyed cooking, and had always done most of the cooking for Dad. He cooked now and then, too. He was good at it, but it wasn't his favorite thing.
"It looks delicious as always," Dad replied with a warm smile in my direction.
"He's certainly been doing a good job of filling my belly while he's been here," Grandpa said as we began filling our plates.
"I'll bet he has," Dad replied, and it sounded like his comment had a slight edge to it. I looked at him, but he just quickly smiled back at me.
"My belly has been pretty full too," I laughed. "We take it in turns."
"Really?" Now, Dad's response sounded a bit surprised.
"No," Grandpa replied flatly. After a moment, he recovered his smile as well. "You know I could never cook."
"You always kept my belly full," Dad replied, with the edge returned.
"Um," I muttered, not sure what was going on. "Are we opening presents after dessert or after watching the football game?"
"You'll have to ask Santa," Grandpa replied with a wink.
"I need to have a talk with your grandfather after we finish this meal, then we'll see about the presents. Okay?"
"Um, sure. I'll need to do the cleanup anyway."
"He's very good at cleaning up as well," Grandpa grinned.
Dad just scowled and started eating his Christmas meal. Grandpa gave me a quick shrug and a smile before he started eating his as well. I wasn't sure what was going on, but I'd lost most of my appetite. I still managed to eat something, though.
"Mmmm, deliciously creamy," Grandpa sighed after he swallowed the last of his dessert and licked his lips clean. "Don't you like Andy's cream, Son?" he asked, looking at Dad's uneaten dessert.
"Excuse me," Dad said, then he quickly stood up from the table and left the room.
"What's going on with you two?" I asked.
"Nothing. I just need to talk to him. You clean up, then we'll do the presents. Okay?"
"Okay," I agreed.
"That's a good Kitchen Elf," Grandpa replied.
"I'd rather be a Bedroom Elf," I whispered.
"I know you would," Grandpa said with a wink as he left the room.
*****
"Ho, ho, ho!"
I looked up from the television and saw Santa entering the room with a big red sack slung over his shoulder but not a stitch of clothing on other than his hat! "Grandpa!" I hissed, "What are you doing?"
"That's Santa to you, Bedroom Elf. Or do you want to go back to being just the Kitchen Elf?"
"But what about Dad--?"
"Dad? Who's Dad? There's no Dad here. Just me and my elf Wally."
"What are you--?"
My mouth dropped open as my dad walked into the room wearing nothing but my elf hat. He had his hands folded in front of his crotch and he looked nervous and uncertain. He glanced quickly between me and Santa.
"Well, Wally, say hello to your fellow elf."
"Hello," Dad said, giving me a nervous nod.
"He's the best Bedroom Elf I've had since you were a young man, Wally."
"It was all my idea," I blurted out. "I started it."
"Yes, he was an eager elf," Santa laughed. "Definitely reminded me of you, Wally. Made the first move, just like you did when you wanted a mouth full of Santa cock and belly full of Santa cum."
"Dad!" my dad objected, obviously uncomfortable with the revelations as well as the language.
"That's true, Wally," I confirmed, excited by what I was learning. "I wanted to please Santa."
"And he did," Santa replied.
"And he's satisfied me," I said. "In every way."
"I'm sorry, Andy," Dad said with a sad look.
I rushed to Dad and hugged him. "There's no need to be sorry." I pulled back and looked him in the eye. "I love Santa. And I love you. I only came here because I didn't think you would want to do the things I was suddenly wanting to do with you. So I did them with Gr--... with Santa instead. But I still want to do them with you...Wally. More than ever. More than anyone."
"Here, now," Santa objected. "Talk like that will get you on the naughty list."
"And that's exactly where I want to be if Wally will join me," I replied, still just looking at Dad.
"Andy, it's not..."
"Please, Dad," I whispered, gently sliding my hands down over his body.
"Oh, Andy," he sighed.
"Is that a yes, Elf Wally," I whispered.
"If it's what you really wanted. I want it too."
"So I see," I smiled as my hands reached his hard cock and slid down the silky length.
"Oh god," he moaned. "I've dreamed about this for so long."
"I never knew," I said, slowly stroking his throbbing shaft.
"Dad and you..."
"Santa and you," I corrected him.
"Santa and you. It was really your idea. He didn't..."
"No, not at all. I wanted it, and he let me have it. Everything I wanted. Just like Santa should."
"Oh, Andy," Dad moaned as he pulled me into a tight embrace. "I love you so much. I don't want to ruin..."
"It will only get better. I promise."
"Why don't you two elves run off and enjoy yourselves," Santa suggested. "I might join you later," he added as I pulled Dad by his cock and lead him off toward Santa's bedroom.
*****
"Oh god, that feels so good," I moaned as Dad's rigid cock slowly slid in and out of my tight, grasping ass.
"So good," Dad moaned as he kissed my throat while slowly working his meat into me. Gently. Lovingly. "So good."
"I don't want it to stop," I sighed.
"Me either."
"I love you so much, Dad."
"I love you too, Andy," he moaned, quickly finding my mouth and pressing his hot wet lips against mine. "Love you so much," he muttered as our lips parted and our tongues met. "God, you taste so good," he sighed.
"I'm glad you think so," I sighed. "You do too."
"And so tight."
"Santa hasn't worn it out," I couldn't help laughing.
"Knowing him, I'm sure he gave it a good try," Dad smiled into my eyes. "I wish I'd been the first. I just didn't think you..."
"I want it, Dad. I really do. And it feels better than I ever thought," I moaned, feeling him drive even deeper into my ass.
"Better than Santa?" he whispered.
"Yes, Dad, there will never be anyone better than you. More wanted than you. More desired than you."
"Until you meet Mr. Right," he sighed.
"Even then," I assured him. "And if he won't share me with you, then he's not Mr. Right."
"We'll see," Dad replied with a sad smile. "Let's just enjoy what we have while we have it."
"Are you gonna talk that elf into cumming, or are you going to fuck him?" Santa laughed from the doorway.
"Fuck me, Elf Wally," I moaned.
"Is that what you want, Elf Andy?" Dad asked with a surprisingly wicked grin.
"More than anything!" I assured him.
"Then what are we waiting for?" Dad asked. "Flip over." Before I knew it, I was on all fours with Dad kneeling behind me and plowing my ass full of daddy cock.
"That's how I like to see my elves working together," Santa said as he stepped up beside the bed with his cock standing at full attention.
"We can't leave Santa out now," Dad said.
"No way," I replied, reaching out to grab Grandpa's cock and slick back the foreskin to reveal that glistening head that I'd grown to love and need.
"Suck that cock, Andy," Dad ordered as he gripped my hips tightly and thrust his turgid meat into me again and again. I grunted with every thrust but was loving it.
"Yeah, suck on Santa's candy cane," Grandpa chuckled. He wasn't really Santa to me anymore. I was enjoying the best Christmas present I'd ever had: getting fucked by my dad while sucking my grandpa. Who could ask for a better present?
"While riding my North Pole," Dad laughed.
"You two are fucking nuts," I laughed. "But I love you. Fuck me, Dad. Harder."
"Stop giving orders and suck my cock, boy," Grandpa growled.
"Yes, sir," I said quickly before wrapping my lips around his tube steak and sucking it into my hungry, salivating mouth. I hadn't eaten much at the tense dinner and I was starving. Grandpa cock was perfect for filling that hunger.
"God, so fucking tight," Dad grunted as he yanked my hips back to meet each and every thrust of his desperate daddy dick. "Fucking my boy. Feels so good."
"Sure does, Son. The best. I should know," Grandpa said as he fucked his leaking, throbbing cock down my throat. "I'll never forget the first time I fucked my boy's ass."
"Me either, Dad. It's been too long."
"Yeah, Santa could use another ride in Elf Wally."
"Then come on and fuck me now, Santa," Dad laughed.
"Nope, my new Bedroom Elf gets the first Christmas load. You know that. Tradition, boy."
"Then feed him that hot Santa seed," my dad ordered as his own thrusts became more urgent and insistent.
"You want me to fill his belly?"
"Yeah, and I'll fill his ass. God, so fucking close."
"Me too. Me too," Santa confirmed as he griped my head and pounded my tonsils with his fat cock.
"Are you about ready to deliver, Santa?" my dad puffed.
"I'm certainly sliding down his chimney," Santa chuckled.
"Then blow that load down his chimney, Santa. Show him how you reward naughty boys."
"Yeah, gonna fill that belly with Santa cream pretty soon."
"Do it, Dad!" my own dad ordered.
"Whenever you're ready, Son," Grandpa panted.
"OH GOD, SO TIGHT, I'M GONNA CUM, ANDY!"
"GET READY TO SWALLOW, ELF!"
"I'M... DAD... ABOUT... FUCK... CUM!!!!" Dad rammed his cock into my ass and his fingers dug into my hips, pulling me tightly onto his meat as it erupted and started blasting daddy jizz into his boy's hole for the first time ever.
"BREED YOUR BOY, SON!" Grandpa yell. "OH FUCK, IT'S CUMMING, ANDY!" And my mouth was suddenly filled with another load of Santa's hot, creamy seed. Filling my mouth. Tantalizing my taste buds. Slipping down my gullet.
"FEED HIM, DAD," my dad grunted as he gasped and then started fucking me again.
"YEAH, BOY, FUCK THAT DADDY CUM DEEP UP YOUR BOY'S ASS," Grandpa ordered as I sucked the last of his load out of his oozing cock and into my belly.
"Oh fuck," Dad sighed as he continued fucking my ass. "Burying my jizz in your ass, Son."
"Fuck it into him," Grandpa sighed as I suckled on his spent cock. "Yeah, that's it, boy. Suck Santa's candy cane nice and clean. Earn your presents."
"He's definitely done that," my dad moaned as he pulled my hips back to embed his spent cock firmly in my guts. "Lay down, Son," he whispered. My exhausted arms and legs lowered my body to the mattress, and Dad came to rest on top of me with his cock still inside. I tightened my ass, not wanting to let him go. "Oh yeah, that feels good, Son," he sighed. His sweaty flesh pressed against mine. His hot, panting breath on my neck.
"Oh yeah," I sighed in agreement as I reached back to grasp Dad's ass and hold him tight.
"Thank you, Santa," Dad said. "Definitely the best Christmas present ever."
"You haven't yet seen what goodies I have in my bag, Elf Wally," Santa laughed. "Ho, ho, ho!"
It was the beginning of the best Christmas ever, with other surprises to cum. It was also the first of what became an annual tradition of Santa celebrating with his two favorite Bedroom Elves.
