Santa is gay, A Christmas Story

my stay at the North Pole had been very eventful to say the least, especially since i caught Santa in a very compromising situation with one of his elves. to say i was shocked would be an understatement, there they were, Santa and the head elf, whose name i forget, completely naked on the bed, and Santa pounding away at the elves ass from behind.

Santa of course was flustered beyond belief at the realisation that he had been caught, while the elf was simply embarrassed. before he could say anything, i turned and left, already wondering how i could use this to my advantage. i didn't have long to wait, as Santa called me to see him the very next day.

his main worry was that i would tell his wife, i wouldn't of course, but he didn't need to know that. since the cat was now out of the bag regarding his sexuality, he wanted to know what i intended to do. to his surprise, i told him that it would remain our secret, but only if he treated me to the same attention as the elf. this seemed to shock him at first, but then he got a grin on his face as he realised the possibilities.

and so it began, with me and Santa meeting in secret from time to time for some naked fun. you name it, we did it, with Santa's favorite activity being me rimming his fat ass, and Santa even told me that he could never get his wife to do that. i told him that from now on, i could take care of all his needs, and boy, did i ever, kissing, wanking, sucking, rimming and fucking. Santa especially liked fucking me missionary style. the fun wasn't just in Santa's bed either, we had plenty of fun together in the bath and shower too.

it was safe to say that i was happy at the North Pole taking care of Santa's Pole lol