Date: Thu, 09 Dec 1999 11:58:48 CST
From: River Rat <riverrat56@hotmail.com>
Subject: Santa Bear

A friend asked me, out of the blue, to play Santa Clause at the shopping
mall the two Saturdays before Christmas. I must admit, that I have a Santa
type body, with a round belly and a friendly smile. I needed some extra
cash for the holidays, so I accepted. Sam ran a photography business, and
made his money selling pictures to parents. He delivered the suit to me the
day before, to make sure it would fit and that it was all there.

That Saturday, I went to the mall early to dress and be in place on time.
The mall had assigned a young man to help manage the crowds, and to get me
to the right place, on time, and so on. Brad was already waiting for me at
the mall office, and introduced himself. He was young, working this job
while home from college on Christmas break. He was your typical college
stud, blond hair, and blue eyes, about 5' 10". I admired his physique as I
followed him down the hallway to the changing room.

Brad had one of those personalities that set you instantly at ease. His
smile disarmed you, and made you feel important. I was a little nervous
changing with him in the room, but I wasn't that modest. I soon learned
that Brad had a costume as an elf. I couldn't help but look at Brad as he
began to strip.  I took a seat and fumbled through the costume pieces, as I
secretly watched. First went the shirt, and I was rewarded with a view of a
perfect chest, no hair, and toned. He turned as he unfastened his belt and
snap, and slipped down his slacks. His ass was covered with white Calvin
Klein's. I've never found myself attracted to another man before, but
suddenly I wanted to see all of Brad. His legs were thick with muscle and
light blond fuzz. He turned and sat, and for a microsecond our eyes met. I
instantly blushed deep red began to refocus my attention on the Santa
suit. I untied my shoes and slipped them off. Brad slipped on some green
pants that ended mid calf. He stood to pull them up.

"Man, these things are tight" he commented.

"I'm sure glad that's not my costume, I'd never get it past my knees" I
replied.

"It's a good thing that I'll be standing up, these are too tight to sit
down."

"Is there any adjustable seams in the waist?" I asked. "Here, let me take a
look."

I moved closer to look. I instantly realized that I was erect, and slouched
to hide the evidence. I saw the tabs on his waistband. "Here, these should
help" I said as I reached out and loostened the clips. "There should be one
on each side, Turn around a little."

As he turned, I got a face full of his crotch. I could even smell his
scent. "Here let me adjust these so the fit is even."

"I appreciate the help. I guess I should have tried it on before now" Brad
stated.  I had a hand on each hip, and adjusted them evenly. The crotch was
still pretty tight, but the waist fit was much better. I quickly returned
to my seat, still unable to stand erect.

I kept on my T-shirt and boxers, but everything else had to go. I sat as I
slipped on the pants, but had to raise my butt off the seat to slip them
up. At that moment, my erection popped out of the fly. I could feel my face
turn red for the second time, but was too embarrassed to look at Brad. When
I next looked his way, he had on his tunic and hat.

"Man, these shoes are going to kill my feet" he complained.

"Looks like that costume was made for a kid" I commented. "You'll be ready
to get out of that at the end of the day."

"I'm already ready to get this thing off. Here, let me help you with that
belt." I suddenly felt his hands adjust the belt. I felt shivers up my
spine from the touch. I could even smell his expensive after-shave. He
reached for the beard, and helped me adjust it to fit. The hat completed
the costume.

"Wow, you make a great Santa. It almost makes me want to sit on your lap,
but I'm not sure yet what I want for Christmas." My mind was already awash
with lust, and suddenly I knew exactly what I wished for.

"Hey, anytime your ready and the lap is available, hop right on. We can
talk about the first thing that pops up." I said with a devilish grin. I'm
sure he missed the joke. I was very glad the pants were big enough to hide
my throbbing dick. The lust that was coursing through my veins was
disturbing, but also made me feel alive and vital.

Brad helped get the kids lined up, keeping order, and helping Sam with
equipment adjustments.  The four hours went by quickly, and I was ready for
lunch and some time off. Due to our costumes, lunch was provided to us in
the changing room. Sam disappeared, so Brad and I ate alone.

"Man, this suit is hot!" I complained.

"Well, take it off." Was Brad's logical suggestion. I was surprised how
sweaty I was.

"You look pretty uncomfortable yourself. How are the pants?"

"Standing is not bad, but sitting is unbearable. Mind if I slip them off?"
he asked.

"Find by me. I think I'll join you to cool off."

So, we both sat there, eating lunch in our underwear. There was no table,
so I had a good view of Brad. He was not modest and seemed comfortable. I
was just the opposite, trying to hide my erection, suddenly aware of my
Santa style body. We chatted about life in general, college, career, and
family. I learned that Brad was an athlete on the tennis team, was in his
junior year, majoring in elementary education. There was no mention of any
women in his life, which surprised me.

When it was time to return, we helped each other adjust the costumes. His
touch was electric, as I let him smooth out the wrinkles and adjust the
beard. We returned for the next four hours of non-stop kids. Brad had to
close the line to make sure we got through all the kids before closing
time.

Sam was joking around after the last kid left. "Hey Brad, sit on Santa's
lap and I'll take your picture"

Before I could comment, Brad sat down, not on my knee, but snuggled his
butt against my crotch. I could feel my dick harden as he adjusted
himself. Sam snapped off several shots as Brad got goofy. We all laughed
with the release of tension. I was so aroused, that I knew there would be a
wet spot on my boxers. As Brad got up and turned, I could detect a fullness
in his costume. He quickly covered it with his hat, and we walked back to
the office.

The door was locked, but Brad had a key. We quickly went back to our room,
and Brad locked the door behind us.

"Wow, I'm exhausted" he replied "How do you take all those kids on your lap
all day?"

"This is my first time playing Santa, but next week I'm wearing a jock.
Some of those kids were pretty hard on the family jewels."

"Well they seemed to be working just fine when I sat on your lap!" Brad
said with a huge smile.

"I told you we'd talk about the first thing that popped up" I continued the
joke. "Your elf hat came in pretty handy!"

"Santa is pretty observant. What else did you notice?" he asked.

"Those elf pants are so tight, I can tell your religion" I smirked.

There was that empty expression on Brad's face, then suddenly he smiled as
he got the joke.  "Well, maybe I should wear a jock too" he retorted.

"It would take a cup to keep that monster under cover" I quipped.

Brad peeled off his elf pants, his partial erection plainly visible through
his Calvins.  "Thanks for the complement. This monster has served me well,
but does raise his ugly head when I least expect it."

"Yeah, even at my age, it pops up at the wrong time." I replied.

"Just as long as it pops up at the right time" Brad said with a smile.

"Never let me down yet" I said. By now, I had slipped off the pants and
jacket. My boxers had an obvious tent, and an even more obvious wet spot,
not lost on Brad.

"Looks like it's working fine right now. You going to be able to drive with
that thing?" he asked.

"Won't be any more difficult that you driving with that!" I pointed at his
growing erection, barely contained inside his jockeys. "I think he knows
what he wants for Christmas."

"Yeah, some relief. This thing is not going away, mind if I get some
relief?" he asked.

"WellsureI guess. Why not!"

Brad slipped off his underwear, and sat back down. He spread his legs, and
began to touch himself. I was much more interested in watching him, but
followed his lead, and stripped off my shorts. I normally would have been
very intimidated being naked and erect in front of another guy, let alone
such a stud. Brad was well endowed, but not super human. A good 7" was
being manipulated in his hands. My own 6" was also thinner, but felt fuller
than it had in years. I spread the drop of pre-cum around the tip, making
it shinny.

Brad surprised me when he looked my way. Why would he be interested in this
old hairy guy? With a body like his, he could find pleasure anywhere he
wanted. He started moaning, and then the comments started.

"Touch those hairy balls. What a bear!"

Bear? What was he talking about? But by now, I wasn't too concerned. I was
getting pretty hot knowing that he was watching me jack off. Even my wife
wouldn't watch me, and this stud was getting off on my body. What a rush!

Brad had leaned his head back, and his eyes looked closed. His balls were
resting on the chair. Brad slid his butt forward, and his balls were free
of the chair. His hand rolled them expertly. A drop of pre-cum formed, and
Brad took the drop to his lips. My wife would never get that stuff near her
mouth. I suddenly wondered what it would taste like. I found a drop on my
own cock, and took it. It tasted neutral, but was slick on my tongue.

Brad spread his legs wide, and I was enraptured by his manipulations to his
balls and nether regions. I began to catch a whiff of his scent, strong and
manly, and very arousing. He opened his eyes, and watched me, and I
mimicked his strokes. The area below my balls was suddenly very
erogenous. I had never paid much attention to this area, and my wife
certainly never went there. I tweaked my nipples, and felt another new wave
of pleasure.

I was getting close, and wanted it to last longer, so I slowed down. Brad
continued, and I was enraptured by his approaching orgasm. His facial
expression cringed as if he were in pain. He breath caught in his throat,
and then I saw the first shot of cum hit his smooth chest. The second hit
his tummy, then filling his navel. His hand stopped, and he opened his
eyes, and gave me a big smile.

The sexual energy in the room was intoxicating, and I began to stroke in
earnest. In a few seconds, I felt that familiar feeling, deep behind my
balls. I had to close my eyes, and my body almost hurt from all the
pressure building. The first volley of cum hit my tummy hair, further than
I had shot since college. The second was almost as far. I was suddenly very
sensitive, and aware of my own nakedness and vulnerability, and guilt
thrown in for good measure. I wanted to cover up and hide, but Brad was
engrossed in my body. I took some tissues from the table and began to clean
up.

Brad surprised me by talking "Wow, that was great! Santa jerking off just
for me! I guess I did get my Christmas wish."

I didn't know what to say, but smiled and continued to dress. I found it
difficult to look him in the eyes. We left the room together, without
talking.

"See you next Saturday" was the only thing he said at the outside door. I
drove home quickly, afraid that my guilt would be written all over my
face. I greeted my wife, and quickly retreated to my room, stating that I
was tired.

The whole next week, I worried about how I could look Brad in the eye, and
work with him, after our jerking off. At quiet times during the week, I
would relive the experience, and have to run to the bathroom for quick
relief from my perpetual hard-on. I hadn't felt this sexual since I had
been a teenager.

On Saturday morning, Brad was waiting at the door, just as he had done the
week previous. His smile gave no hint of him being uneasy or ashamed. I
followed him to the changing room, and noticed he locked the door behind
us. I was a little nervous as I began to undress. I noticed that Brad had
worn red bikini underwear.

"Thought you were going to wear a jock today" I asked.

"I liked these better. Thought you might enjoy them" he replied.

Me? He cared about what I liked? Was he seducing me? HOT DAMN and I was
feeling guilty about taking advantage of him. "They are pretty sexy" I
replied.

"I see you're still wearing the boxer shorts. I brought you something I
though you'd like" Brad stated, as he held up a red jock strap. "This
should help you out with all those kids on your lap."

"I've never seen a red one" I replied. Brad approached me as I dropped my
boxers, already sporting an erection.

"I'm Santa's helper, aren't I? Let me just help you with these."  Brad held
the jock open and motioned for me to step into the straps. My dick was only
inches from his face. Brad brought the jock up, and I spread my legs to get
it into place. Brad adjusted the straps, touching me in the process.

"I see you're having trouble fitting. Let me help you with that." He
quickly lowered the jock and took me into his mouth. I almost lost my
balance as I was overcome with pleasure and desire. His mouth had obviously
done this before, and he brought me to pleasure I never knew existed. His
fingers played in my tummy hair, and he also found my ass especially
interesting. The room began to spin as I quickly found my pleasure and shot
volley after volley of cum into Brad's mouth. He stayed on the task until
my erection was gone, and he quickly slipped the jock into place.

"There, now it fits!" he simply stated.

I was unsure what to do, but Brad was already putting on his costume, so I
followed his lead. In a few minutes, we were heading for mall display. We
were a little early, but Sam was already in place.

"Well, Santa, you're cheeks sure look nice and rosy this morning! What ever
you're doing, I hope you can keep it up" Sam said.

"Me too!" was my silent thought.

The day was filled with quiet sexual banter between Brad and myself. A
couple of times he groped me, when he helped smaller kids off my lap. Sam
joined us for lunch, so he kept his distance. About an hour before closing,
I began to build with excitement and anticipation of being alone again. I
was fully erect when we walked back to the changing room. I walked in
first, and heard Brad lock the door.

"Santa, I'd like to tell you what I want for Christmas" he stated.

"Sure son, sit on Santa's lap and tell him what you want for Christmas" I
replied.

Staying in character, I sat and patted my lap for him to sit. My erection
was hidden by the suit and jock strap, but I knew that it was already
leaking. Brad took his place on my leg, turning inward to look at me.

"Well Santa, I've been wanting a hard cock up my ass. Can I have that for
Christmas?" he asked with a devilish grin.

"Well, I think Santa can just make that wish come true."

Brad surprised me by kissing me on the mouth, through the fake beard. I had
never been kissed like this, and quickly felt my teeth separate as he
explored my mouth. When he came up for air, I quickly slipped off the beard
and hat. He returned for some pretty intense kissing. He unfastened my coat
and belt, lifted up my shirt, and began to play with my abundant chest
hair. My nipples were erect, and drew his attention. He took them with his
mouth, sending shivers down my spine. He slipped off my pants and jock
strap, only lifting my butt to get them off. He took my cock into his
mouth, and suckled on the pre-cum.

Brad then quickly undressed, went to his bag and brought out some needed
supplies. He lovingly slipped the condom over my cock, and applied some
KY. I watch with wide eyes, as he applied some to his ass with his middle
finger. I smirked at the irony.

"OK, Santa, make my wish come true" he stated. He returned to my lap, and
began to lower himself onto my cock. The position was a little awkward, and
I had to shift in the chair to help him reach his target. This was my first
attempt at anal sex, and struggled to make it past his anus. Brad seemed
rather experienced at this, and squirmed and moved till it slipped
inside. I had never felt such a tight, warm, and silky cavity surround my
cock. He began to raise and lower himself, and I used my free hands to
explore his chest. His nipples were already hard, and I rolled them between
my fingers. I lowered my hands, and began to explore his cock. I couldn't
get a good grip, due to Brad's movements, but I felt his slippery pre-cum,
and brought some to my own lips.

I was so aroused, that I began to feel my orgasm building.

"OHBrad, slow down, I want this to last."

"Santa, your sending me over the edge too" he replied. He began a slower
grinding motion. I had better access to his cock, and began to stroke
it. He was so hard, and I could feel his heat. I explored his balls, and
rolled them in my fingers. His only body hair was his pubes, and I ran my
finger through it. There was more liquid at the tip, and I brought it to my
lips again. My nuts were still boiling with all the stimulation as I began
to jack Brad's cock. He leaned back against my chest, and stopped all
motion. I could feel his internal muscles engulf my cock.

"SantaOh GawdYes" he stammered.

"Santa loves to make wishes come true" I smirked, while building up
speed. I could actually feel his cock prepare for orgasm. The first spasm
sent ropes of cum to his left nipple. His ass contracted and the pressure
sent me over the edge. I grunted and groaned as he continued to shoot sperm
all over himself, and I began to fill the condom deep within him. Brad's
last cum dribbled over my hand, and I tasted it as well. It was bland, but
had a peculiar salty taste, not unpleasant. I played with his cum, and
spread it around like a finger painting assignment.

I could feel myself soften. My knees were just about to give out as Brad
lifted himself off me. I held the condom in place as I popped out of his
ass. Brad turned and took the condom off, and leaned down and cleaned my
dick. It almost hurt, being very sensitive and soft. He finished his way
with me with a big sloppy kiss, my own cum still on his lips.

I was too exhausted to move right away. Brad cleaned his chest and began to
dress. I realized I still had on the Santa boots, with the red pants around
my ankles. It was at that moment that I realized that my image of Santa
would never be the same. I quickly dressed, and followed Brad out of the
office. My cheeks almost hurt from the big smile plastered on my face. I
had the red jock in my pocket, and wondered where I could hide it from my
wife. This would be a holiday season I would not soon forget. After saying
good night, I realized that I didn't even know Brad's last name, or how to
contact him. Maybe he would be back next year for a return engagement.