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I became flustered as waves of emotions enveloped me. Confused, a little disoriented, and freezing I instinctively moved toward the heat coming from the crowd of dancing nancies living my dream. As watched everyone having fun I became envious and enraged. Why should I be denied this lifestyle? It is cruel that I can’t be who I want to be simply because I was born of an ignorant man.
Just then I noticed a group of three pointing at me and snickering to each other. Snapping back to reality I became very self aware. I was still half naked, dawning nothing but my unders. My face became flushed and my heart jumped then raced. Scanning the club for a place to hide my shame, I noticed a sign for the bathrooms and bolted toward it. I crashed through the door of the lavatory to be met with a confused stare from none other than Santa Clause himself!
Santa was standing at the urinal when relieving his self when I burst in like the building was on fire. This was no ordinary Santa Clause mind you. His outfit was almost entirely opposite to that of the typical Santa. Hey wore a black leather cut-off vest with white fur trim secured round his waist by a red satin belt. On his head, a leather Santa cap with two furry white balls dangling from the top. He wore leather pants and red satin boots. Of course no Santa would be complete without the tell-tale white beard, which he did not wear. He wasn’t fat and short but rather tall and lean. He had huge ripped biceps and forearms which resembled the trunk of a small tree. Hanging from the rack on the wall was a giant sack, seemingly filled to the point of bursting.
Santa stood staring at me in expectation. Speechless I stared back at him. We stood silently staring at one another until finally he said. “Huh… nice costume.”
“Ohh it’s not a costume…” I started to say and caught myself. How was I going to finish that sentence? “Ohh it’s not a costume, I was running from my father and stumbled into a mysterious wardrobe which, incidentally, contains a magical world and I didn’t have time to pack appropriately.”?
Finished with his transaction, he shook himself, flushed and headed toward the sink to wash his hands. As he did, I couldn’t help but notice the huge bulge in his pants. As his turned on the water he said, “ So… You wear your under things and lipstick everywhere your go?” “Huhhh!” I gasped, covering my mouth with my hands. I quickly ran over to the mirror. It was true. Through everything I forgot I still had on the lipstick. I was mortified! What must Mr. Tumnus have thought? Well he thought I was gay that’s why he brought me to a gay bar, I thought to myself.
I looked up at my sissy face in the mirror and went to wipe away the lipstick. Before I could, Santa grabbed my arm and said, “No son, don’t be ashamed of who you are.” “Son?” I thought to myself. “This dude is like in his mid twenties.”
“But you don’t even know me.” I said to him tearing my arm away from his power hands. “Ho Ho Ho” he laughed. “I know all the good boys, and the bad ones too.” He said winking at me. “okayyy…” I said sarcastically. “ I just need to use the restroom.” I went in to the stall, locked the door, sat down on the toilet seat and buried my head in my hands as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. Suddenly, Santa burst though the stall door staring at me with a grin. “Ok, you are weird, even for this place!” I bitched at him. “Ho Ho Ho”, he laughed reaching down and snatching me off the toilet as if he were lifting an infant. “Ohh” I teetered when he grabbed me up in his powerful arms.
Santa turned around, sat down on the toilet seat, and sat me down on his lap. “Have you been good this year little boy?” “I don’t want to play this game”, I said. I tried to stand up but he grabbed tight in his arms forcing me to sit. “You don’t believe in me do you?” “Dude…,” I said “you’re not Santa Clause, and it’s March. “Have you been a good boy?”, he repeated slowly holding me so tight I struggled to breath easily. “I… I don’t know”, I stammered.
Despite everything that was going on, I found myself strangely aroused by my circumstances. As I struggled to free myself I slowly realized two things. One, that I couldn’t escape if I wanted to, so strong was this man. And two, that I didn’t want to escape. Santa could have had me anyway he pleased and I would have been powerless to stop him, even though I didn’t want him to stop. “I don’t believe you”, he said. Putting his right hand on my leg and caressing it gently. “I think you know exactly what kind of you boy… You are.” He ran his fingers ever so slowly up my right thigh. I stopped struggling against him tilted my head back, closed my eyes and moaned softly. He rubbed his hands sensually all over my body. I lied back in his arms and submitted to his every whim. I turned my head and looked him in the eye and said, “I’ve been a very… very… naughty boy Santa”
As I sat in his lap I felt Santa begin to grow. This whole situation became more and more erotic and desirable with every touch of his hand. Suddenly I heard two guys talking as they walked in to the lavatory. I was holding my breath and trying to be quiet when Santa nibbled on my right nipple causing it to become erect and me to cry out sharply with painful pleasure. I put my hand down Santa’s pants and grabbed his giant swollen member. I no longer cared if anyone was around I was too horny to care. I climbed off his lap and got down on my knees. Together we pulled of his trousers and in doing so his enormous cock came springing forward bobbed there for a moment enticingly as if it had a mind of its own.
I stretched my mouth open as wide as I could to accommodate this behemoth cock. As I put the cock into my sissy virgin mouth, Santa began to moan with pleasure. So hot was I that my erect clitty started spilling pre-cum all in my underwear. Though I was worried I wouldn’t be able to satisfy his with mouth, since he was so big, he seemed to be enjoying himself. “Tell me you’ve been naughty”, Santa said. “I’ve been a naughty sissi boi Santa.”, I moaned. I could taste his pre-cum in my mouth and it made me feel like I was going to bust in my underwear. I grabbed my clitty with my thumb, middle, and fore fingers and started stroking. I only stroked a few times before I knew I was going to cum. Just as that thought had crossed my mind Santa began to squirm his hips. His cock erupted cum all on in my mouth and face. As he came Santa let a bellowing, “HO HO HO…ooooooo.” Santa came with such force that I almost choked on all the jizz.
Not long after Santa came in my mouth, I filled my underwear with my own cum, which upon finishing I regretted, for that was all the clothes that I had to wear. He must have sensed that something was wrong because he said, “Don’t be sad little boy, I have just the thing.” With that he grabbed his sack from off the wall reached inside rummaged about for a second and produced forth, un-wrinkled I might add, the most to die for dress I have ever seen. He reached back into his bag several times each time giving me something different. Stilettos, stockings, sexy lingerie, a wig which looked so lifelike, and finally a makeup box. “I can’t wear this stuff “, I said. “Why not?”, he replied.
“Well I…” I started, but I couldn’t think of any good reasons. So I said, “ok” and started to get dressed. Before he left he said, “ ohh, and there is a special shade of lipstick in there especially for you”. When I looked down at the box and back up Santa had vanished. I looked in the box and on top was a tube of lipstick with one word written on it… “Mistletoe”
To be continued
Just then I noticed a group of three pointing at me and snickering to each other. Snapping back to reality I became very self aware. I was still half naked, dawning nothing but my unders. My face became flushed and my heart jumped then raced. Scanning the club for a place to hide my shame, I noticed a sign for the bathrooms and bolted toward it. I crashed through the door of the lavatory to be met with a confused stare from none other than Santa Clause himself!
Santa was standing at the urinal when relieving his self when I burst in like the building was on fire. This was no ordinary Santa Clause mind you. His outfit was almost entirely opposite to that of the typical Santa. Hey wore a black leather cut-off vest with white fur trim secured round his waist by a red satin belt. On his head, a leather Santa cap with two furry white balls dangling from the top. He wore leather pants and red satin boots. Of course no Santa would be complete without the tell-tale white beard, which he did not wear. He wasn’t fat and short but rather tall and lean. He had huge ripped biceps and forearms which resembled the trunk of a small tree. Hanging from the rack on the wall was a giant sack, seemingly filled to the point of bursting.
Santa stood staring at me in expectation. Speechless I stared back at him. We stood silently staring at one another until finally he said. “Huh… nice costume.”
“Ohh it’s not a costume…” I started to say and caught myself. How was I going to finish that sentence? “Ohh it’s not a costume, I was running from my father and stumbled into a mysterious wardrobe which, incidentally, contains a magical world and I didn’t have time to pack appropriately.”?
Finished with his transaction, he shook himself, flushed and headed toward the sink to wash his hands. As he did, I couldn’t help but notice the huge bulge in his pants. As his turned on the water he said, “ So… You wear your under things and lipstick everywhere your go?” “Huhhh!” I gasped, covering my mouth with my hands. I quickly ran over to the mirror. It was true. Through everything I forgot I still had on the lipstick. I was mortified! What must Mr. Tumnus have thought? Well he thought I was gay that’s why he brought me to a gay bar, I thought to myself.
I looked up at my sissy face in the mirror and went to wipe away the lipstick. Before I could, Santa grabbed my arm and said, “No son, don’t be ashamed of who you are.” “Son?” I thought to myself. “This dude is like in his mid twenties.”
“But you don’t even know me.” I said to him tearing my arm away from his power hands. “Ho Ho Ho” he laughed. “I know all the good boys, and the bad ones too.” He said winking at me. “okayyy…” I said sarcastically. “ I just need to use the restroom.” I went in to the stall, locked the door, sat down on the toilet seat and buried my head in my hands as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. Suddenly, Santa burst though the stall door staring at me with a grin. “Ok, you are weird, even for this place!” I bitched at him. “Ho Ho Ho”, he laughed reaching down and snatching me off the toilet as if he were lifting an infant. “Ohh” I teetered when he grabbed me up in his powerful arms.
Santa turned around, sat down on the toilet seat, and sat me down on his lap. “Have you been good this year little boy?” “I don’t want to play this game”, I said. I tried to stand up but he grabbed tight in his arms forcing me to sit. “You don’t believe in me do you?” “Dude…,” I said “you’re not Santa Clause, and it’s March. “Have you been a good boy?”, he repeated slowly holding me so tight I struggled to breath easily. “I… I don’t know”, I stammered.
Despite everything that was going on, I found myself strangely aroused by my circumstances. As I struggled to free myself I slowly realized two things. One, that I couldn’t escape if I wanted to, so strong was this man. And two, that I didn’t want to escape. Santa could have had me anyway he pleased and I would have been powerless to stop him, even though I didn’t want him to stop. “I don’t believe you”, he said. Putting his right hand on my leg and caressing it gently. “I think you know exactly what kind of you boy… You are.” He ran his fingers ever so slowly up my right thigh. I stopped struggling against him tilted my head back, closed my eyes and moaned softly. He rubbed his hands sensually all over my body. I lied back in his arms and submitted to his every whim. I turned my head and looked him in the eye and said, “I’ve been a very… very… naughty boy Santa”
As I sat in his lap I felt Santa begin to grow. This whole situation became more and more erotic and desirable with every touch of his hand. Suddenly I heard two guys talking as they walked in to the lavatory. I was holding my breath and trying to be quiet when Santa nibbled on my right nipple causing it to become erect and me to cry out sharply with painful pleasure. I put my hand down Santa’s pants and grabbed his giant swollen member. I no longer cared if anyone was around I was too horny to care. I climbed off his lap and got down on my knees. Together we pulled of his trousers and in doing so his enormous cock came springing forward bobbed there for a moment enticingly as if it had a mind of its own.
I stretched my mouth open as wide as I could to accommodate this behemoth cock. As I put the cock into my sissy virgin mouth, Santa began to moan with pleasure. So hot was I that my erect clitty started spilling pre-cum all in my underwear. Though I was worried I wouldn’t be able to satisfy his with mouth, since he was so big, he seemed to be enjoying himself. “Tell me you’ve been naughty”, Santa said. “I’ve been a naughty sissi boi Santa.”, I moaned. I could taste his pre-cum in my mouth and it made me feel like I was going to bust in my underwear. I grabbed my clitty with my thumb, middle, and fore fingers and started stroking. I only stroked a few times before I knew I was going to cum. Just as that thought had crossed my mind Santa began to squirm his hips. His cock erupted cum all on in my mouth and face. As he came Santa let a bellowing, “HO HO HO…ooooooo.” Santa came with such force that I almost choked on all the jizz.
Not long after Santa came in my mouth, I filled my underwear with my own cum, which upon finishing I regretted, for that was all the clothes that I had to wear. He must have sensed that something was wrong because he said, “Don’t be sad little boy, I have just the thing.” With that he grabbed his sack from off the wall reached inside rummaged about for a second and produced forth, un-wrinkled I might add, the most to die for dress I have ever seen. He reached back into his bag several times each time giving me something different. Stilettos, stockings, sexy lingerie, a wig which looked so lifelike, and finally a makeup box. “I can’t wear this stuff “, I said. “Why not?”, he replied.
“Well I…” I started, but I couldn’t think of any good reasons. So I said, “ok” and started to get dressed. Before he left he said, “ ohh, and there is a special shade of lipstick in there especially for you”. When I looked down at the box and back up Santa had vanished. I looked in the box and on top was a tube of lipstick with one word written on it… “Mistletoe”
To be continued
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