In the middle of the English countryside lies a quaint little village called Christmas. A village where all of the residents fully embrace the festive season, and none more so than the family, Christmas. For generations the Christmas family have led the village in their annual Yuletide celebrations, always outdoing everyone else with their decorations and taking pride of place as chairs of the Christmas committee.
Harry Christmas, was as enamoured by Christmas as he had been as a child, the festive cheer ran through his DNA and as a young gay man he had always taken delight at the pageantry of the season.
“Harry, go and sit on Santa’s lap for a photo.” His mother was dressed in a sequined red dress. It was Christmas Eve and it was tradition for the adults to get dressed up for the occasion. Harry, his parents still clinging to his youth, was still classed as one of the kids despite now being 18 years old and was wearing his Christmas Eve pyjamas, a red and green set with a button up shirt that matched his younger siblings and cousins..
“Mum, really?” The Santa in question was his grandfather, David Christmas. David had taken the mantle of the village Santa Claus from his own father, and people drove from miles around to meet the “real” Father Christmas in the grotto at the centre of the village. Now, he sat in a grand armchair next to the Christmas tree in his own home as his grandchildren took it in turns to sit on his lap and take a photograph.
“Harry, it’s a tradition, this is the last year I promise.” His mum wasn’t taking no for an answer so Harry reluctantly took his position on his grandfather’s lap.
“Put on a little timber since last year Harry” David, playfully patted his grandson’s stomach. In reality, Harry embodied the word twink, and any pounds he had put on were from the exercises he had been doing in his bedroom- nothing fancy, just sit ups, push ups and the likes, but he was proud of his progress with the faint definition of a six pack starting to show through. David’s hand lingered feeling the flat stomach through the pyjama shirt. “Ho ho ho, well young man what would you like for Christmas?” He snapped into Santa mode.
“Grandad.” Harry looked at his grandfather, admiring how handsome he was, his piercing blue eyes sent shivers down his spine. David was in his early 60s, and if it wasn’t for grey beard, which was neatly trimmed (he had forgone the traditional bushy beard for a more fashionable aesthetic), he would pass for ten years younger. He was a very handsome man, and whilst he had embraced the larger aesthetic of Santa Claus, he was on the trimmer side of dad bod, with his custom made Santa suit flattering his proportions.
“No, not grandad, Santa, now have you been a good boy this year?” the words unlocked something in Harry, and blood rushed his penis. Growing up in a family so obsessed with Christmas, Harry had developed a very specific kink, a kink for Santa Claus. And here was the “real” Santa Claus, wearing the perfect Santa suit, asking him if he had been a good boy.
“Yes Santa, I’ve been a very good boy.” David felt his grandson shift on his lap, his ass was now positioned directly on his bulge which threatened to swell with the movement. He prayed that his penis wouldn't betray him, but his grandson was turning into a handsome young man, he had inherited the family’s trademark steely blues and he was now learning the effect that they had on women.
“Okay and smile” Harry’s mother snapped a picture on her phone, and another, and another. It quickly escalated into a full scale shoot as she snapped pictures from every conceivable angle.
“Jane, really?” Harry’s father, Ted, had entered the room, finally putting a stop to the photos “he’s a bit old for this don’t you think?”
“Oh relax Teddy.” Rob followed Ted into the room. David had two sons, Robert and Theodore, born just a year apart. “Where’s your Christmas spirit?”
“Don’t you dare!” Both men were now in their early 40s, but their sibling rivalry as children had grown with them and when it came to Christmas it only became more heated. They were both wearing grey sweatpants, a large festive hoodie and sneakers. Harry, a little pent up from his interaction with Santa, couldn’t help but notice the prominent bulges in the sweat pants. They both carried a suit bag and large hold-all, their outfits for the evening.
“Are you ready, hun?” Ted kissed his wife.
“Just a sec” Jane was swiping through the photos she had just taken, “if we can just take one more with-“
“Nope, we can try again later” Ted was ushering her through the door.
Tonight was the biggest night of the year for Ted and Rob, because it was the annual Christmas Village sexy Santa Santa competition. The two of them had started the contest in their 20s and apart from the unspoken contest in 2012, each year the winner was one of the Christmas brothers. Only now in their 40s, and competing with shredded adonises in their 20s they had to ramp up their efforts, with training starting in late June to ensure they were sexy-Santa-bod ready.
The contest used to take place in early December, but as the event’s popularity grew it was moved up the schedule and a few years ago it finally took the headline Christmas Eve slot, replacing the carol service. It even outgrew the village hall and now took place on the stage that was erected in the centre of the village. Following the virtual contest in 2020, the competition found a whole new audience online and ever since it has been streamed online for the world to see.
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Harry had made a bit of a scene when he refused to play games with his younger relatives, he did feel a little bad, but it was the excuse he needed to sit in his room and “sulk.” For the past few years he had been sneaking off to watch the stream of the contest.
He sat on his bed, opened his laptop, unbuttoned his shirt and pulled his hard cock from his pyjamas, he was already leaking precum in anticipation and the show was about to begin.
Most of the contestants were younger guys, all with great abs and text book good looks. Harry would have done anything to spend the night with any of them. Their Santa suits were enough to tick Harry’s boxes but you could tell they were cheap costumes ordered online. One guy strode onto stage oiled from head to toe wearing only a Christmas themed mankini and a Santa hat. Harry winced when he saw he was wearing white trainers, the boots are non-negotiable! Black trainers might have been passable, but he had no chance of winning. A lot of the guys entered purely from exposure, the contest guaranteed a swathe of new followers, and a couple of previous contestants had been approached by the producers of love island.
Harry had been close to cumming multiple times, but he was sure to keep edging until the main event.
His uncle Rob was up first and Harry almost came at the sight of him. He had opted for a twist on the traditional, his santa jacket was sleeveless showing off his large manly arms - whilst more slender than his brother, Rob beat him in the arms department and knew that it was his key to winning the golden santa hat. The costume was exquisite, both brothers used the same tailor that made their father’s suits, the perfect ruby red velvet and lucious plumes of white fur. He wore a wide black belt made of the finest Italian leather over the jacket, showing off his trim figure. Harry didn’t want to blink, the camera panned down from his torso to his trousers and Harry’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. They weren’t the classic cut of Santa trousers, they hung a little looser, wider and the crotch was lower than normal, Harry wondered if it was even the same fabric but what really caught his eye was the outline of his cock swinging between his legs. The adjustments had been carefully made to cling and draw attention to Rob’s impressive penis.
Harry gawked at the size of it, he almost certainly wasn't wearing any underwear, it looked thick and heavy as it swung back and forth. He had imagined his uncle naked on many occasions, and stole glances at his bulge all the time but had never envisioned it to be so big. The crowd were going wild at the sight. Harry watched intently as his uncle unbuckled his belt, letting it fall to the floor, and tearing open the jacket revealing his muscles underneath, he wasn’t as ripped as the younger competitors but they showed off a softness and beauty that only comes with age. Rob was the reigning champion and not one to rest on his laurels had switched things up this year, having shaven his fury chest and opting for a smooth look. It allowed him to apply a small amount of baby oil, just enough that his chest and six pack glistened under the bright stage lights. He pulled back either side of his jacket, placing his hands on his waist revealing a deep V leading down to his trousers which were sitting so low that the base of his cock was almost visible.
Harry hadn’t touched his cock in minutes but it was throbbing and twitching, ready to erupt at any moment, but there was one more contestant yet to come.
Ted’s outfit choice was a lot more traditional, he strode onto the stage in the most beautiful Santa costume, it was nicer than the one David was wearing, Harry knew he must have spent a fortune on it. Harry’s heart sank, whilst it was a beautiful suit, it didn’t scream sexy-santa. Ted was the most attractive of the two brothers, he had a devilishly handsome face, a strong jawline and those piercing blue eyes. The crowd were enamoured just by his face. But it wouldn’t win him the competition.
Standing centre stage, Ted started to unbutton his jacket starting from the top and working his way down. He paused about halfway down revealing a carpet of dark fur on his impressive chest. Where Rob was trim in a Hollywood way, Ted was broader and more stocky in a rugby sort of way. He flashed his perfect smile, teasing the crowd who were lapping it up. He undid the rest of his buttons letting the large jacket swing freely, his body now on display.
Harry started to jerk his cock, admiring his dad’s body- he was everything a sexy santa should be. He watched as his dad removed the jacket from his shoulders and let it fall to the floor revealing a pair of black leather braces holding up his trousers. His body was perfect, a large manly body, he wanted nothing more than his dad to lift him up and throw him around. He imagined his father on top of him sweaty and grunting, wearing nothing but the boots and the santa hat as he fucked him hard and passionately.
It sent Harry over the edge, he began to moan and pant as his body tensed and ropes of cum exploded from penis. It went everywhere. Rope after rope landed on his face, in his hair, on his bedding, the headboard, it covered his smooth abdomen and chest and landed on his open pyjama shit. He lay there in bliss, covered in cum, the image of his dad and uncle in their sexy Santa costumes burned into his mind… he couldn’t wait for them to get home and see them in person.
