Doug and Jack get a visit from Nick

 Unlike the previous year, Doug had booked off the week leading up to Christmas, right through until the new year.  Jack, too, had booked the time off and they spent the week leading up to Christmas just having fun.  They attended the local Christmas market, visited a few malls, shopped, stopped for hot cocoa, or mulled wine, in the evenings.  They visited friends and spent some time wrapping gifts and just enjoying each other’s company.  They made love in the living room in from of the fire, they’d moved the coffee table out of the way and laid a faux fur blanket down and snuggled for a bit.  Sipping wine, feeding each other grapes and cheese cubes, kissing, and just enjoying each other’s naked bodies.  Both of their cocks were rock hard, but that evening wasn’t about their cocks, per se.  They were wrapped up in each other, savouring each other’s entire body.  Jack broke the spell they’d seemingly been under by pouring a trail of wine down Doug’s belly, the warmed wine providing a stimulating sensation for Doug as it trailed across his body.  Jack’s tongue followed the wine as he worked his way down Doug’s body, licking up the warm wine as he went.  He poured a trail across Doug’s hard six-inch cock and let his tongue trace the path up the shaft to the mushroom head.  He then engulfed the entire length into his mouth and throat.  His head bobbed up and down as he sucked, putting pressure on Doug’s cock. 

Doug moaned loudly, “Fucking suck it Jack, suck my cock man.”

Jack, too busy doing just that, didn’t answer. Instead, he wrapped his left hand around Doug’s balls and with his right he slowly stroked the cock going into and out of his mouth.

“Fuck you’re going to make me cum” Doug moaned out after only a few minutes. Jack stopped sucking, lifting his head off Doug’s cock, he spit heavily onto the head and massaged it in, then spit again. When Doug’s cock was glistening with spit, he raised himself up and sat on Doug’s cock, sinking all six inches into his ass.  He rested his body weight across Doug’s thighs, feeling Doug’s big balls pressing into his ass, as the cock he rode was buried fully inside him.  He began to rock slowly at first, Doug reached up and stroked Jack’s cock in time to the rocking. Jack picked up his pace, Doug did as well.  Faster they each rode the wave that was building inside them both. 

“I’m gonna cum,” gasped out Jack, as his ass slammed down onto Doug’s thighs and balls. Just as he hit bottom and Doug was as deep as he could be, Jack let go with pulse after pulse of cum. The first pulse jetting across Doug’s chest and hitting his chin.  The second covered Doug’s left nipple.  The rest trailed down Doug’s belly until it intersected with its source, Jack’s hard cock still in Doug’s hand.

Doug groaned and pushed up, trying to get more of himself into Jack as he let go his own load deep inside of Jack.  Not deep enough that some didn’t leak out and pool on his balls, but deep.

Jack simply collapsed down onto Doug’s torso and Doug wrapped him in his arms and they drifted off to sleep.  Just as they began to doze, Jack could swear he could smell peppermint and cocoa, just a wisp and then it was gone. They woke a few hours later to a fire that had died down and a chill in the room.  Lifting each other up, they shut off the lights, leaving the tree on and headed up to bed.  Jack was still sure he smelled cocoa. 

The next day was Christmas Eve.  At breakfast, Jack brought up last Christmas and the strange visitor he’d had.  Doug, wanted to believe him but he was sure the entire thing had been a dream, even the note somehow fabricated as part of that dream.  He knew that Jack was anxious to be visited the Nick again, he was also sure that there was no such thing or person as Nick.

He been planning a surprise for a few weeks to, hopefully, help Jack realize his Nick fantasy.  Over breakfast Jack talked about Nick and how special it had been, and he was really looking forward to Nick’s promised return.  And his gift to each of them, as his note had indicated – “next year, both of you,” it had said . Doug just nodded and smiled to himself, knowing that Jack had been fantasizing about this for a year.

Their day was spent in each other’s company, they’d visited city hall, where a stage had been set up for an afternoon of caroling, the city had handed out lyric sheets so everyone could sing along. They both enjoyed the sing-along. It snowed but wasn’t too cold, they sipped coffee and later cocoa with a shot of rum, and found a nice place to have a light dinner before heading home together.  It had always been their plan to spend Christmas Eve at home with just the two of them.  It was around 9 when they got home.  Jack excused himself to go freshen up and Doug wandered around and turned on all the Christmas lights.  He dimmed all the room lights and opened a bottle of champagne for them. He placed the ice bucket, with the champagne bottle and two glasses, not too close to the hearth or the fire (he wanted it to stay chilled) but just off the rug which was still laid out in front of the fireplace.  He put on some soft music, surveyed the room, the lighting level was just right, the tree in all white lights sparkled, the fireplace was blazing. He nodded to himself, turned, and headed upstairs to freshen up himself and get Jack’s surprise ready.  It was now just after 10. 

Doug passed Jack in the hall, he’d showered and was naked.  His cock was slightly fluffed, like he’d been tugging on it but was still soft, the fluffing having added an inch or two to the flacid length.  They paused and kissed, and Doug reached down and squeezed Jack’s cock, which grew hard in his hand.  The kiss deepened and Doug began to glide his hand along Jack’s cock, teasing the wide brimmed head, fondling his balls.  Jack dripped precum onto Doug’s arm.

Doug broke the kiss, and said, “Go downstairs, I’m going to freshen up and I’ll be down shortly.  Don’t you do anything with this” and he flicked Jack’s hard cock, “until I get there.” Jack tried to pull Doug back into an embrace and reached for his had to reapply it to his hard cock, but Doug spun around him and ended up behind Jack.

He wrapped his arms around Jack, his own hard cock, still trapped in his slacks, poked Jack’s ass.

“Be patient,” he said, as he ground is cock against Jack’s ass. He held Jack tight and kissed the back of his neck.  “I’ll be right down, with your Christmas present.  The champagne is chilling, put out some snacks while I’m getting ready,” he suggested, to give Jack something to do to distract him.  He pulled away and slapped Jack’s furry ass and said, “Off you go.”

Jack laughed but started downstairs.  Doug turned and headed into their bedroom.  He paused in front of the mirror, and looked himself over.  He’d let the beard grow in over the last month or so.  Jack seemed to like it.  It came in fully white this time.  His belly was down a bit but was still there, and otherwise he looked in good shape.  As he stood in front of the mirror and he began to undress, watching himself as he revealed his body.  He wasn’t particularly vain, but Jack had just turned him on, so he was enjoying watching himself strip.  He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and opened it, revealing his furry belly, spotted with grey but still mostly black. The valley between his nipples was fully white but the treasure trail heading down and into his slacks was still mostly chestnut. He unbuttoned the cuffs and let the shirt slide off his shoulders and drop to the carpet behind him. He ran his hand over his still hard cock, still tenting against the cotton material.  Not a prominent bulge but he liked his cock, and he liked what he could do to Jack with it. 

He unbuckled and then pulled his belt out through the loops around his waist, dropping it behind him on the shirt, his pants slumped on his ass but caught by his hips.  He’d kicked his shoes off at the front door, so the legs of his slacks now pooled over his black socks.  He unbuttoned the slacks and lowered the zipper and let them drop to his ankles.  With a mind of its own, his right hand trailed into the underwear he was wearing, and he felt his rigid cock, warm against his hand, he slid his hand down the shaft and down further into the underwear to cup his big balls.  His cock leaked a stream of precum that wet the white material of his briefs. He let his hand find the head and picked up a pearl of dew, brought it to his lips and tasted himself.  Salty, sweet.

He forced himself to leave it alone, as he had ordered Jack to do, and stepped out of the pants, lifting them, the shirt, and the belt off the floor. He folded the slacks neatly before hanging them back up in his closet.  He dropped the shirt into the bin for dry cleaning and hung the belt on the belt hook with his others.  He slipped off the socks and pulled the underwear over his hard cock, which slapped up when freed, those items he dropped in the laundry baskets.  He returned to the mirror and once again admired the old body.  “Not too bad,” he though to himself as he squeezed one of his nipples causing a pearl of dew to appear again at the tip of his rock-hard cock.

He reluctantly turned and headed to the bathroom to jump in the shower, he paused. He swore he could smell peppermint and chocolate, for just a second then it was gone. He looked around, sniffed again but nothing.  “Weird.” He thought to himself and headed into the shower.  It was now past 10:30.

Doug loved a hot shower, he could live under that hot stream of water, he’d often tell himself and he could and did lose track of time just letting the water run on the back of his neck.  Such a relaxing feeling.  But before he got too lost, he sponged up, soaped up and washed himself thoroughly, even thoroughly cleaning his ass.  Jack may want to eat it later.  It was only after he’d washed and rinsed completely that he sank back into the stream of heat and let himself relax.  His cock had softened while he washed but the hot water hitting the sensitive head, sparked it back up and it began to rise.

Doug remained strong though and just left it alone. He stayed there, finding himself turning the water up to get it ‘that much hotter’ and when that failed to work, he reluctantly turned the water off and reached for a towel. He dried as much as he could in the walk-in shower, then stepped out onto the mat and dried the rest of his body.  He brushed his teeth, brushed his hair, didn’t bother to dry it, ran a brush through his beard, and across his chest hair, though that was a hopeless case.  He spritzed a shot of cologne onto his chest, in the valley between his tits/chest muscles and on the base of his neck.  Not much though, just a whiff.

Hanging the towel up, he stepped back into the bedroom and there it was again, that hint of peppermint and chocolate.  Even over the cologne he now wore it was there, most definitely there.  He moved around the room but could not find a source and then it was gone again. He looked at the clock and it was just gone 11.  He’d been in the shower a long time.   Maybe the smell was Jack checking on him. 

Looking out into the hall he checked to see if Jack had come up but there was no trace of him.  Shrugging he went back into the bedroom and headed to the back of the walk-in closet, used mostly for storage (neither of them were clothes horses), he moved a few boxes and picked up a rectangular box about 5 inches thick, and 2 feet long.  Taking that with him he returned to the main bedroom and placed the box on the bed.  He quietly closed the bedroom door and returned to the bed.  He lifted the lid off the box and a beautiful red velvet cloth lay revealed before him.  He stood for a moment looking at it, before reaching down and lifting it out of the box. He flicked the cloth to open it fully and reveal that it was a red velvet robe, the edges lined with white fur, down both sides and across the bottom, as well as the cuffs of both large arms. He looked back in the box, to find a matching soft cap, also edged with white fur and topped with a ball of white fluff.

Taking the robe, he moved to the full-length mirror and slid it own over his naked body.  There was no rope or pull to tie the robe closed, it was intended to hang open over other garments but for today Doug was wearing is without anything under it.

Jack hadn’t stopped talking about his mystery fuck for weeks after the previous Christmas, convinced that the real Saint Nick had paid him a visit that he taken the man’s seed.  He was excited at the prospect of a return visit this coming Christmas.  Doug knew it had to have been a dream, there was no other logical explanation, and he didn’t want Jack to be disappointed when Nick failed to show, so he’d bought this vintage robe and cap and he would be Nick’s surrogate this year, there’d be no dream. He stood before the mirror and admired the view, he spun left and right, letting the robe flair open around him to each side.  He loved the way it flowed.  He looked at the clock it was now nearly 11:30. Almost time for him to make his way downstairs, he thought to himself.  He stepped back, picked up the conical soft cap and put it on his head to complete the look.  The white beard, the hat, the robe, not the classic St. Nick suit but authentic just the same, he looked the part, and he hoped that Jack would be turned on.

At 11:45 he opened the bedroom door and walked to the top of the stairs.  He could hear carols playing below and Jack singing along, ever so lightly out of tune.  Naked except for the robe and cap, he paused before descending the stairs.  Once again, he smelled peppermint and chocolate and he felt a warm breath on the back of his neck, maybe a gentle peck.  He looked around but again could not determine a source. “I’m going crazy” he thought to himself.  He started down, the robe flaring around him spreading out to either side of him. The fluff ball at the peak of the cap bouncing against his head.

Downstairs, Jack had waited patiently for Doug, he’d poured a glass of champagne and headed to the kitchen as requested.  He’d pulled out some grapes and some cheese, went to the pantry and opened a box of crackers, he grabbed an apple and a pear and began to make a small platter.  As he worked, peeling the fruit, and slicing it, he smelled peppermint and chocolate and felt a warm body press against his back, and the gentlest of kisses on the back of his neck, a tickly beard brushed his upper shoulder.  He could feel a hard cock pressing into him.  He leaned back into the warmth and moaned, “Doug” softly. Then the warmth vanished, and he was alone in the kitchen.  He looked around but Doug was no where to be seen. 

He called out “Doug?” but Doug, upstairs in the shower didn’t hear or respond.  He looked at the empty champagne glass on the counter and thought to himself, “I need to lay off those”. He continued to work, away.  He put the final touches on the platter and took it out to the living room and placed it on the fur in front of the first – not too close, he didn’t want melted cheese.  Took a moment and refilled his champagne glass. The fire was warm.  And so very enticing.  Before he succumbed to its warmth, he went over to their digital assistant (he always walked over to the device before speaking to it) and bade it play his Christmas play list.  “Santa Baby” started up and he smiled as he remembered last year.  It was now 11:40, he could see on the clock on the device.  And he thought to himself that Doug was taking his time.  He began to sing along to “Santa Baby”, such a perfectly mercenary Christmas song.  His favourite.  Returning to the fur he knelt and sipped his champagne.  He could smell chocolate and peppermint again.  He leaned back on the fur, closed his eyes, and just let the warmth of the fire wash over his body.  He could feel hands caressing him, touching his chest, sliding down along his body, onto his thighs, he could feel warm breath on his skin and his cock began to harden.  Something brushed against it, something soft.  Upstairs he heard the bedroom door open.  His singing stopped. His eyes flew open.  He was alone. He looked up and saw Doug coming down the stairs the robe billowing out around him, the Santa cap at just the right angle.  He looked around, confused.

Doug reached the bottom of the stairs and stopped, he saw the look on Jack’s face, the look of confusion and he paused for a moment. 

“Babe, everything ok?” he asked.

“I…I just…I could have sworn…” he paused, and looked at Doug, his beard, his furry belly framed in the robe, the cap. “I think you look amazing,” he changed is train of thought. Standing up he started towards Doug, as Doug started towards him.  They came together in a strong embrace and kissed deeply, Jack’s hands encircled Doug’s torso under the robe as their bodies came together.  Tongues explored each other’s mouths, ears were nibbled, necks kissed.  Doug slowly pushed them back towards the fur rug that they’d laid before the fire.  They stepped onto it and both were overwhelmed with the smell of peppermint and chocolate and sensed more than saw something, The kissing stopped and they both look up and towards the kitchen and their stood Nick. 

“Good evening, gentlemen, you started without me and that is very, very naughty.  I told you I’d be back this year for you both.”

“You are real,” exclaimed Doug.

“Hello again,” an awestruck Jack offered.

Nick was dressed as you would expect him to be, a red suit fringed in white fur, a red cap, much like the one on Doug’s head, black boots, and belt.  However, the tent showing below that belt indicated that Nick was enjoying the show.  His hand wandered down and he tugged on the bulge.  “I’ve been watching you all evening and through the year, you’re both so sexy, and very, very naughty. And I’m sorry, I’ve also been naughty, as I just couldn’t resist a touch or two along the way.  I hope you can forgive me for taking liberties.”

Jack leaned back into Doug’s arms, almost collapsing, Doug held him up and embraced him closely, while Nick looked on, a twinkle in his eye and a hand on his erect cock. Doug’s robe wrapped partially around Jack’s naked body, as he continued to hold Jack tight.  Nick, without taking his eyes off either of them, slowly undid the belt around his waist, kicked off his boots and reached with one hand to loosen the coat, he dropped it to the floor and his pants soon followed.  He stood in a union suit and wool socks, hard cock tenting the material and the tip forcing its way through the buttons at the crotch.  A large wet spot was evident, even from across the room. 

Nick stepped forward, approaching the two men, and smiling broadly.  Jack stood up straight, still held by Doug, as Nick wrapped his arms around both men and leaned in. He kissed first Doug, then Jack.

“I told you I’d be back, and Nick always keeps his promises.” He whispered in Jack’s ear. Then he laughed in the jolly way of his, his belly rolling with it.  As he kissed Jack, his tongue probing into Jack’s mouth, his hand, still in his white gloves, slid down Jack’s body.  He tweaked Jack’s left nipple, then followed the faint trail of hair down across Jack’s belly, the soft white glove caressing Jack’s skin causing goose bumps to form across his torso.

The hand continued down and the gloved hand, wrapped around Jack’s six-inch hardon and he stroked it slowly, the soft material very sensual against Jack’s hard sensitive cock.  Jack moaned loudly at the first touch and continued to moan as his skin reacted to the soft glove gliding across his body and cock.  Behind Jack, Doug’s cock was rock hard and pressed firmly into Jack’s right ass cheek and thigh.  He watched as Jack and Nick kissed, he reached up and caressed Nick’s head, trailing his hand down onto a shoulder and on further down.  He reached a hand around the big man’s body and felt the firm ass under the union suit.  Doug used that grip to pull the three-way embrace tighter.  Nick lifted his mouth off Jack’s and shifted to kiss Doug, at the same time he applied gentle pressure to Jack’s shoulder and Jack, taking the hint, dropped to his knees.  He was greeted by Doug’s hard six-inch cock and the very, very tented union suit, now soaked with precum.  He wrapped his mouth around the shaft through the cotton material and trailed along its length, sucking some the precum out of the material as he reached the tip.  Jack shifted his head and repeated the same trail along Doug’s naked cock, when he reached the head he sucked it into his mouth, tasting Doug’s precum and letting the cock sink into his throat.

Above him, Nick and Doug were locked in a deep kiss, tongue fucking each other, hands bracing shoulders.  Nick pushed the robe off Doug’s shoulders and Doug removed his hands enough to let it fall to the floor, landing in a pool of red velvet and fur.  When his hands came back up the found Nick’s chest and began to unbutton the union suit, releasing button after button until he’s cleared most of the belly.  As Jack continued to suck on Doug’s cock, Nick stepped back and slid the union suit off one shoulder then the other.  He reached down and pulled his hard cock up but kept the suit on at the waist, so his cock jutted out but was held tight by the material.

As soon as the thick uncut cock was freed, Jack shifted and took it into his mouth.  His mouth engulfed it, pressing his tongue under the foreskin then trailing it down along the shaft as he took Nick deeper and deeper.  Finally, nestling his nose in Nick full bush, as he buried all seven inches in his mouth and throat.  He held Nick there, just letting his throat absorb that thick cock.  A gloved hand descended from Doug’s shoulder to rest on Jack’s head, and hold him in place as Nick began to pump into the throat riding his cock. Nick’s other hand slid down Doug’s other side but stayed on Doug’s body as it continued down until the soft white glove enveloped Doug’s cock and began to stroke it. 

Doug moved down and started to nibble on Nick’s nipple, which pulled his cock away from Nick’s hand, but Nick wrapped that hand around Doug’s head and kept him pressed onto the nipple. 

“Ho, that is very nice.  You both have very talented mouths,” he managed to get out.  Jack pulled off Nick’s cock and Doug knelt to take his place.  Jack lay on the floor and took Doug’s cock into his mouth. Nick just groaned “Ho” again.  They continued the daisy chain suck fest for several minutes before Nick grunted and pulled out of Doug’s mouth. 

He stepped back and removed the wool socks and the pulled the union suit the rest of the way off.  Naked now except for the two white gloves, he knelt on the fur in front of the fire.  He took Doug’s cock into his mouth and began to expertly suck Doug.  Already close from Jack’s attention, he moaned out the he was close.  Nick, not wanting to end things too soon, switched to Jack who still lay on the carpet, Nick leaned down across Jack’s body and took Jack into his mouth, his gloved hand reaching up to hold Doug in place.  He flipped between the two men, sucking first one then the other. 

“Stand up, Jack,” he said.  And as Jack came to his feet, he angled them so that the two hard cocks were right at his mouth and then held them both, as he licked and sucked them, taking both tips into his mouth at the same time.  Both men moaned in pleasure as their cocks were alternately stroked and swallowed.

Doug was the first to pull away and he moved behind Nick and got down on his back, he moved between Nick’s legs and spread Nick’s cheeks to expose the tight pucker buried by the furry ass cheeks.  His tongue reached out and probed.  Nick’s cock bobbed and he nearly bit Jack, as his whole body tensed with the sensation.  Lifting off Jack’s cock he moaned a very un-Nick, “Fuckkkkk” as Doug continued to probe with his tongue.  Jack free from Nick’s mouth got down on the floor and scooched under Nick and took Nick’s cock into his mouth again.  Nick leaned forward, belly pressing into Jack’s chest, to take Jack as they 69’d, while he was being rimmed.

Doug began to explore with his fingers as well as his tongue and soon had 2 fingers buried in Nick’s ass, while he rolled Nick’s big full balls in his other hand, his tongue trailing from balls, up across Nick’s taint up to his hole and back again.

“Keep that up and you’re going to make me cum.” Nick said, withdrawing Jack from his mouth.  He rolled over, pulling away from both men and said, “Jack, sit on my face, Doug, suck my cock” and both men complied, each taking their position.  Nick now began to explore Jack’s ass the way Doug had explored his.  Doug, for his part continued to finger fuck Nick, while he sucked on Nick’s uncut cock. Nick was wet with spit and precum.  Doug thought it tasted like peppermint but wasn’t sure how that was possible. 

After a few minutes, Nick pushed Jack forward and said, “I want to fuck you, Jack, I’ve missed that ass for an entire year, and I need to be in it again.” Jack more than happy to oblige, got on all fours with his ass facing towards Nick.  Nick for his part, knelt between Jack’s legs and positioned his uncut cock at Jack’s opening and slowly pressed forward.  Jack, opened for him and Nick sank steadily into Jack’s ass.  Doug moved to Jack’s head and holding him by the sides of his head, guided his cock into Jack’s mouth and throat.  Together they fucked Jack, front and back, spit roasting him between them both.  Each increasing their pace.  Nick reaching around to stroke Jack’s very hard cock with the soft gloved hands.

After a few minutes Nick pulled out of Jack and tapping Doug, he said “Your turn”.  Doug pulled out of Jack’s mouth and moved around to take his position at Jack’s ass.  Jack was gaped and Doug slid in easily and without resistance.  Jack’s ass closed around him.

Nick moved behind Doug and probed Doug’s ass with two fingers.  Doug was tight but Nick positioned his cock there and pressed into Doug.  It hurt, to be sure, it was almost too much, at first but Nick took his time and continued to ease into Doug.  Doug pumped is cock into Jack, while Nick pumped into him.  They moved slowly as no one wanted to cum, to let it end, and they continued to fuck each other gently, slowly, with deliberate deep strokes.  Jack pumped back onto Doug’s cock, which forced Doug back onto Nick’s cock.  They fucked like that for several minutes before they each pulled off the other.  They rested together on the fur in front of the fire, letting their cocks settle. 

Doug was the first to act, he crawled between Nick’s legs and lifted them over his shoulders.  He positioned his cock at Nick’s ass and slowly moved forward.  Nick opened easily for him, and Doug’s cock was almost sucked into Nick.  Jack moved to Nick’s head and fed Nick his own cock and leaned forward to stroke Nick’s cock.  Precum was leaking hard from Nick’s cock head and Jack’s hand was wet with it.  He pulled some off Nick’s cock and licked his fingers clean.  As Doug continued to fuck Nick, Jack swung around and pushed his ass onto Nick’s wet cock.  The three rode each other, and the pace quickened, breathing increased and the pace ratcheted up and they each reached a point of no return.  Jack was the first to cum. He sprayed his load across Nick’s broad belly, his cum arching up to land on Nick’s left nipple on the first shot, then on the belly, then more pooled under Jack’s cock head.  Nick scooped it up, off his nipple, and tasted Jack’s load.

Watching Nick eat Jack’s cum, set Doug off and he started to shoot in Nick’s ass filling it to overflowing, cum seeping out to drip down Nick’s ass crack.  The warmth of that set Nick off and he drained his very full balls into Jack’s ass.  All three men collapsed onto the fur rug. Basking in the sexual afterglow and the warmth of the fire, which soon worked its magic.  They drifted off to sleep.

When they awoke, it was 12:10, they could have sworn they’d been fucking for hours. Of Nick, there was no sign, even the cum on their bodies was gone.  They looked at each other, “Was that real” they asked each other, “was it?”

Doug still wore the red fur-lined cap, but otherwise both men were naked, the robe he’d worn lay crumpled to the side.  Under the tree, a neatly wrapped gift for each of them.  Jack opened his, it contained a pair of velvety soft white gloves. Doug opened his next and his contained a seven inch dildo, perfectly matching Nicks, with a note that said “Practice”.