The Christmas of 2023 would be the one that will forever be in our hearts within our relationship. I have been with Jamie since we met at college at the age of 18 and know that now we are both 23 we are set to be together forever. Or that is how I thought it would always be.
Quite simply one late day in October of 2023 I found his diary open and ready for me to read. He had not left it out on purpose but in haste had forgot to clasp it back up. In a nutshell I found that he was bi-curious. He had devoted page after page outlining how he felt. The love was still there for me but that he wished he had had the opportunity to explore.
I remember feeling physically sick at the words printed on the page. Not because they repulsed me but that it broke my heart he never got a chance to experience it. I let it play heavily on my mind for weeks after and felt I could not be brave enough to bring it up with him. It could cost our relationship if he found out I had been snooping. I decided therefore that a surprise man to come into our bedroom was the way forward. What better man than the perennial one who arrives on the 24th December bringing cheer, glad tidings and gifts for special ones.
I had spent an afternoon chatting to a divorcee on the internet. His name was Steve. By day he was a builder, divorced a father himself but distant and just looking for casual meets. He had reached the age of 52 and had a new lease of life and I kinda broached the subject with him. "Of course your not breaking the sanctity of your relationship" He responded in the chat box. "Your simply thinking of him when you embark on finding someone to fulfill his fantasy and there is nought wrong in that love" he said to me as we chatted it over. I felt safe with Steve knowing that he was thinking my plans for my boyfriend were not too bizarre. We had agreed that we would meet for a few coffees alone to make up the plans and to ensure that we were both on the same page. October moved into November and then into December.
It really did feel Christmas that year, I took great delight in finishing work on the 19th and had the tree up well before that. We had moved a couple into our first home and we made it really feel like ours. On the 24th I was home with Jamie that night and I felt intense nerves about what had been planned. As The Polar Express finished on the TV and I felt stuffed from our KFC takeaway I looked at him and gave him a beaming smile. "I really love you you know" he said to me back. "This feels so special this year as this is the first time we have had Christmas alone" he added referecing our move away from either parents house. I felt intense butterflies again that someone else would be joining us in our bedroom as a surprise. I stayed nestled into his arm as we watched the start of mass on TV and then I suggested we head up to bed. I would need to be up early to start the roast dinner and needed my beauty sleep.
We went up to bed and I slowly put on my nightie and crawled into bed. It started snowing outside and felt it may backfire with the weather. I know Santa has a sleigh and can travel in all climates and weathers but Steve it was different. I charged my phone and left it in the bedside table as my Jamie walked in in just his boxers. I slowly pressed my mouth onto his as he came in for a goodnight kiss. "Merry Christmas sweetheart" I said to him and he responded with "I love you with all my heart" and with that he rolled over and I remained on my back staring at the ceiling. I had two hours to drift off to sleep but knew it was unlikely to be quick. Thoughts racing through my head, doubts making my gut ache. Was I doing the right thing? Would this spectaularly backfire on me or Jamie, or us both?
I must have drifted off to sleep as the Brrrr Brrrr of my phone sounded. I looked across to see a text from Steve reading "Outside" in a very cryptic and plain way to avoid suspicion. I sat bolt up right and could see the glow of the moonlight through the open curtains and my boyfriend sound asleep. I wonder what he was dreaming? Was my first thought and then heard the ignition of a car turn off outside. I gingerly crawled out of bed, grabbed my dressing gown and slowly left the door open as headed downstairs, tiptoeing and avoiding the creaking stair. I slowly unbolted the door and opened it and a gush of cold air met me and Santa. This was the first time I had ever met Steve.
"Hey sweetheart, sorry if I am a tad late" he responded. I could sense he was nervous as well. He was 5'10, natural white peppered beard that he had grown out for occasion, a rotund frame sporting a decent make Santa outfit with thick black belt and boots. I ushered him in and slowly closed the door behind him. I started to explain the layout of the house and he listened. I showed him the kitchen and told him to grab a beer if he so wished. I made my excuses as planned, climbed the stairs and snuck back into bed.
My heart was alive pounding against my chest. What the fuck am I doing?! My head was all over the place. I must have glanced at my sleeping man for a good 20 minutes when I saw the door open. Steve walked in clutching a sack. I had left it in the front room with all our gifts from under the tree. Steve walked around our bed and slowly began to rustle the sack and unpack the gifts. I was trembling still, unsure how this was going to be received. I soon to see how it would be.
Jamie stirred. Probably due to the noise of Santa in his large black boots and the noise made by the plastic sack he had. "Eh...what?" I heard him say as he clearly now had his eyes open. Seeing the bedside lamp go on. His body lifted off the pillow looking at the stranger in our room. "Merry Christmas young Jamie" responded Santa as he smiled. Jamie turned to look at me. For someone now 23 he knew this wasn't the real man but also knew that this wasn't some random burglar chancing his arm. He looked at me qith a quizzical look and I just responded "You know I love Christmas so much" with a smile attached. He chuckles "Your mental with your ideas" he adds as he slowly kisses me "Whatever makes your Christmas special!" he adds as he rubs my shoulder. I bite my lip trying not to laugh. He has just assumed that with my addiction to Christmas, I have got in a mate to dress up, deliver and disappear. He clearly had no idea.
"So have you been a good one this year?" Santa asked me. I nod and he slowly passes me a wrapped present "This is one just for you then, especially with such lovely hair" he says fully in character. I smile and slowly tear away the paper to reveal an expensive Revel Hairdryer. "Oh santa thats amazing, thank you" I add to keep the dialogue going. "What about this young man, has he been a good boy this year?" he asks. I make the statement. "He certainly has santa, he has been my rock, guide and besty this year" I smile. Steve stands up and adds "You do know Jamie that you at the top of my list, the very top. You have been so kind and generous, someone tells me you raised £9000 for charity" I see my Jamie blush, a modest guy and always has been. Spent most of his weekends dedicating his time and energy to raise money for Alzehimers charity.
"Well its nothing" he adds as he settles. "I dont call that nothing and should be rewarded" carries on Santa. Jamies shrugs "I have everything I could ever want" Then there is a pause. Santa responds that there is something that Jamie wants, its been made clear on his list but only because of a diary. I watch with my jaw open as Santa slowly undoes his belt. "I think I can spare some time to make your night special young man" adds Steve and Jamie in first time of my life looks shocked, scared and on edge. He can see that the atmosphere in our bedroom has changed. A grown man taking off a belt. "Is this a wind-up Katie?" he asks "You found my diary and want to humiliate me" he asks. I realise he thinks this is my way of dumping him, humiliating him with a act before I kick him out on Christmas Eve. "No...No...God No...this is the real thing, I want you happy...I want to be with you but happy you know" I gabble.
We look at each other for what feels an age, I am shaking for fear this is going to backfire. "Seriously?" he asks again and I nod and nod. Kissing him on lips. "She is being 100% serious" adds Santa. My Jamie sits up and dries his eyes with back of hand. Santa slowly undoes the strings to his red trousers and slowly pulls them down. His calves are defined and his white boxers visible. "Fuck" says my boyfriend as he runs hand over his neck. Santa does not say a word as he slowly pulls off his red jacket and then bends over to slowly take off his boxers. In our very bedroom a 52 year old man is now naked from the waist down, in his white vest, hat and boots. "Feel free to open your gifts from me" adds my Jamie and I nod as I get out of the bed. I walk around and slowly kneel on floor as I unwrap a cookery book.
In the meantime Santa has slowly moved to the bed and climbed on the side as he slowly runs his hand up Jay's face and I watch as the two of them engage in a slow sensual kiss. Seeing the eyes close as he melts being touched and the lips meeting his. They slowly kiss gently as you hear the small crack and pop of the lips entwining. "Oh wow a new nail varnish set babes" I say as a thanks but he engrossed with his gift. I glance up to see Santa slowly moving his hands and pulling off Jamie's t-shirt showing off his chest. "Boxers off..." requests Santa and I narrowly miss them flung at me. "I promise you I have been a very good boy" says my Jamie as he fully gets into the roll. "I have no doubt about that, your top of my list" he carries on as he slowly gets into the bed and now mostly on top of my boyfriend. Still kissing, hands on each other in many different ways. "I've needed this for as long as I was thinking of it" says Jamie tenderly.
It then made me think. It always broke my heart to hear that growing up my boyfriend never had a decent Christmas. I used to hear stories about how his folks were always out of work or an issue arose where each year he was lucky to get on gift or a Christmas Dinner. His dad was an alcoholic and his mum distant. I guess he always wanted Santa to arrive. Zoom forward to 2023 and here was Santa making it up to him as an adult. "Aww I love this scarf" I add but he isnt listening as he is engrossed my snogging someone else and feeling a alien hand around his 6' cock, slowly stroking it.
With that the bed starts to creak. The weight of them both is different to our weight. "Lay back my son" said Santa and Jamie starts to lay further down, resting his head on the pillow. I watched as his ankles were gripped and with Santa dominating the middle of the bed, he pushes Jamie's ankles up onto his shoulder. "Oh God, this is really happening" says my boyfriend as he closes his eyes and lets out a small gasp. I cannot begin to understand how this must feel for him. Someone so clearly struggling to act out his bisexuality. "I've finished my deliveries for the many, its now my time to award the top boy on the list" adds Santa.
I start to unwrap my last present and just see them slowly looking at each other. Santa then grips the headboard with one hand and starts to slowly push. Clearly against the asshole of my boyfriend. There is a small whimper from Jay. I stare open mouthed as I hear him add "And...Santa is in boy" he adds as Jay lets out another whimper. The way he holds onto the headboard it is clear he is slowly pushing into Jay. Being his first he is naturally tight and Santa grips the headboard and pushes in more. "argh fuck your going in" he moans as he edges in more. "Nearly there, your being such a good boy" adds Santa "nearly there my son...and in" he concludes. Slowly he starts to rock as he holds onto the headboard as he slowly fucks my boyfriend. The bed creaks as they have sex. My boyfriend in bed with a fictional man or a real man of 52. "Crek, Crek, Crek" the sounds of our bed making as the lads fuck. "Ho...Ho...Ho" adds Santa as he starts to fuck him. "Yes, oh yes, keep doing that, fuck me fuck me" adds Jamie as he gets the experience of a lifetime. "Babes, thank you" he directs at me. I see his face with joy, looking across. "You dont know how much this means to me...argh fuck" he adds. I smile and add "I didnt know what to get you" I chuckle. He then smiles "beats socks or whisky minatures babes" he smiles as Santa continues to fuck him.
Its so joyful to see them at it. As a mature man he asks if positions get changed. Its cute how he leads him across to our desk. As Santa sits down he holds Jamies waist and Jamie climbs on. Gingerly holding him so sweetly he lowers him down again for penetration. Seeing his erect 6' cock slowly pushing back inside my boyfriend. The glow of the moonlight behind them. "First Christmas together I see" adds Santa as he directs the question to me. Looking at the situation as no different from someone sat on Santa's lap. I nod as Jay slowly bounces away on his cock. "Been looking forward to Christmas then, get everything you expected?" he asks. I try to respond but drowned out by Jamie screaming out "Fuck" & "Shit that feels good" as I try to tell Santa we are having the best Christmas. As a 23yr old couple we just want the celebrations for ourselves. Santa nods "You have such a lovely partner, such a well mannered young man" he adds and I nod "He means the world to me" I smile. Santa then apologises for doing the dirty with him and I stress no apology is needed "He deserves it from THE man for being such a good boy, I wouldnt have it any other way" I add.
For the next ten minutes they fuck relentlessly in front of me. Reverse cowboy on the desk chair. Santa holds his hips and suddenly arches back. I can sense that he is coming and relenting his load inside him. After 45 minutes of sex it was bound to happen. It starts to ooze out and leak all over the chair as Jamie turns to slowly start to kiss him. I see Jamie get off the chair and allow the man to gather his things. "I am awfully busy so will need to depart" he adds. He slowly gets dressed. I see Jamie slowly return to bed and get in. It feels a bit of an anti-climax at the end as I depart to see out Steve at the door. He looks at me and adds breaking character in my presence. "You have such a loevely boyfriend. He is so special. You know what happened tonight will change him?" comments Steve. I nod. "It needed to happen and I cannot thank you enough" I add. Steve nods. As we chat I see a naked Jamie walk down the stairs. "Just getting a drink love, thanks for the fuck mate, it truly made my night..." he adds. Steve nods. "It was a pleasure mate. How was it for you?" he asks. Jamie expresses how he loved every second. He never envisaged his first time being with an older man, nor ever happening but wanted to stress it was perfect.
Steve smiled. "Hands on heart mate, you have such a considerate, loving and understanding girlfriend, dont forget that" he adds. "Not many girlfriends would set that up of allow it to happen". I stood there and felt a glow. I watched as the lads kissed for one final time and with a slap of Jay's arse. He was gone. We never heard from him again. I went to bed finally that night at 3AM. I knew deep down I had done the right thing for my boyfriend. Jamie needed to sleep with a man. At 23 I wanted him to.
