It was just over a week until Christmas Day, 1966. I was about 25, I guess. I had a 19 year-old fuck buddy, who had seduced me (but that's another story.) Right now, I was baby-sitting him - sort of!

His parents had gone to Mexico for a month, and had asked me to stay in their house with their nineteen-year-old son to keep an eye on him and make sure he didn't party-hardy in their house while they were gone. They knew I was a responsible young school-teacher whom they could rely on to look after their little boy. Little did they realize that their little boy and I had been fucking each other for months.

And, in reality, Al was not so little. He was a bear of a young man, close to 6 feet tall and weighing about 210 pounds. When my story begins , I am kneeling on the floor of his parent's basement rumpus-room, between his spread naked legs and pumping on his huge cock with my mouth. He is sprawled back in an over-stuffed armchair, enjoying my ministrations. Beside us, the lights on the artificial Christmas tree blinked on an off in time with my sucking and bobbing.

Finally, he came, and his warm, salty semen surged into my mouth. There was a massive load of it and it dribbled down my chin. I kept sucking, trying to drain every last drop from him. At last the well ran dry.

"Hey, Ted," he said. "I've got a surprise for you." He pulled up his shorts. "It's in the car," he told me. "I'll just go get it." He bounded up the stairs to the carport door and disappeared. I heard the trunk of the car open, then slam shut, then the outside door closed behind him and he bounded back down the stairs dragging a green garbage bag behind him. "Wait till you see this!" he exclaimed.

I was intrigued. "What is it?" I asked.

"Well," he explained, "It's like this: Dennis, my boss, belongs to the Rotary Club, and they are sponsoring the Santa Claus float in the Christmas Parade tomorrow night. And he volunteered me to ride on the float - as Santa Claus!" As Al explained, he pulled from the bag a well-used Santa suit.

"Not only that," he went on, "I volunteered you to be Santa's Helper!" He dived into the bag again to retrieve a green and gold outfit, meant to be the costume for an elf.

"No way!" I exclaimed. "I wouldn't be seen dead in that!"

"Yes you will," he replied, "if you want to fuck me tonight!" His argument was most persuasive.

"Well, OK," I agreed. "As long as you fuck me too!" I loved the feel of his fat 8 inch cock up my ass!

"Done!" he agreed.

So it was, close to dark the next evening, Al and I were seated in a ply-wood cut-out Santa sleigh rigged on low-bed trailer towed by a truck. Ahead of us on the low-bed were a string of cut-out reindeer. The parade hadn't even started yet and I was in danger of freezing my nuts off. The bottom part of my costume was nothing to speak of: gold coloured panty-hose and green slippers. I had added to that some white socks and a pair of black bikini-style undies, but it was still fucking cold, because the green jacket and green peaked cap were only light cotton. The outside temperature was right at freezing point!

Al, sitting alongside me, was not much warmer, for all his padding. We were both shivering like mad, waiting for the show to get underway, not a very long parade, but long enough to be miserable in those temperatures.

One of the Rotary wives must have noticed our plight, because just before the rig pulled us away on the start of our journey, she bustled over and passed us up an unzipped padded green sleeping bag. "Here," she said. "At least this will keep your knees warm!" We accepted the gift gladly and spread it over our knees as the truck started us on our journey through our country town's main streets.

"My hands are still fucking freezing!" I complained, as we moved toward Main Street. There were few spectators yet, in this approach street.

"Give me your hand," Al said. He took my right hand and guided it under the sleeping bag lap blanket - guided it right onto his hard naked cock! Under the covering sleeping bag, he had opened the fly of the Santa pants and popped out his cock.

"That should keep one hand warm!" he said. "Ho! Ho! Ho!" he chortled, waving to some kids gathered on the sidewalk. With my left hand, I also waved to kids on the other curb, while under the covers I slid Al's foreskin back and forth over the huge knob of his rock-hard cock.

My own cock was also hard inside the bikini and panty-hose covering. Al's left hand slid under the blanketing sleeping bag, and groped my crotch. "Get it out!" he ordered. I took my hand off his cock long enough to pull down the top of the panty-hose and pop my dick and balls out of the bikinis. Al grasped it immediately, and I returned my hand to his hot cock.

So we rode through town, each with one hand waving to the crowds, and loudly exclaiming "Merry Christmas!" or "Ho! Ho! Ho!" to the gathered parents and kiddies on the street, and under our breaths muttering warnings such as "Not so fast" or "Don't make me cum" to each other while we slowly masturbated each other.

We didn't stay long at the egg-nog and Christmas cookie after-party thrown by the Parade organizers, just long enough to return the sleeping bag, and to accept a couple of tacky gifts from the Rotary club. We were both too horny for wasting time here. Neither of us had cum during the parade and both had ball-sacks full of juice.

In no time at all we were downstairs in the rumpus room, again. The Christmas tree lights twinkled and the artificial glow of the electric fireplace sparkled. We each hat a hot rum toddy to warm the cockles of our hearts, and our own horniness warming our cocks.

We were both still in costume. Al was back in his favourite arm-chair.

"Santa's helper was a very good boy tonight," he said in his best Santa tones. "Come and sit on Santa's knee." he added. He had pulled up his tunic and pulled down his pants and undies, and his rod stood up hard and inviting.

I wasted no time in shedding my slippers and dropping my panty-hose. I climbed up on the chair, facing him. I spread my legs on either side of him. The bikinis did not stand up to the strain and tore in half, but the panty-hose stretched marvellously. Al held his cock erect while I lowered myself onto it. I tensed a little, waiting for the pain, which always came as he entered me. His cock was not only 8 inches long, but also very thick, and although we had fucked many times, It still hurt at first.

His knob was at my doorway. Then it was pushing in. There was a flood of pain as it forced its way in, then utter pleasure as it popped inside me and I slid all the way down onto his shaft. My very own North Pole.

As I rode up and down on Al's pole, I hoped that the real Santa was somewhere out there to the North giving as much pleasure to his own elves as I was getting here in Canada, and as I felt Al tense, and spasm, and shoot his hot load deep inside me, I let out a great cry of

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