It's Christmas in March! My epic hookup WIN with the hottest Daddy on the planet

Last night, I was rolling around in bed, trying to jerk off and I remembered the absolute hottest frick I ever had.

After having discovered masturbation and early 2000's internet porn, I began literally praying nightly that I would get kidnapped and repeatedly forced to pleasure a hot hung top bear daddy. My family wasn't religious and I didn't believe in god, but I thought that this was my only hope, and shows how desperate for peepee my mind was. I prayed, and prayed, and prayed, and as it seemed, the Lord would eventually shine his light upon me.

One Christmas eve, while my family was up late wrapping presents, I had gone to bed. I opened my metal Rayquaza Pokémon card box where I kept a printed-out image of a bearded man with a huge leaking peepee, looked at the image while leaking precum, then put it back in the box, said my nightly prayer and went to sleep.

I awoke from a loud thump in the room below mine; it was still dark out and I wondered if my parents were putting out cookies for Santa/were drunk. Perhaps they were opening presents. I slid out from under the blanket and put on a large GNCO tee to hide my tight undies with Pikachus all over. All the lights off, the house was silent aside from the rummaging coming from the room I was now approaching sneakily. Turning the doorknob slowly, I crept into the room to see a large man bobbing about the room with a deep velvet sack behind him.

"Hello?" I whispered to the figure. He startled and looked over his shoulder, crisp blue eyes piercing through the dark of the room. "Ho, ho, ho! Why, is that sweet little Enby_prxncess?" he answered. I turned on the lamp to reveal a morbidly obese man in a fuzzy red suit. He had an overgrown white beard and a silly elf hat dangling off of his head and I could feel my heart thumping away. "I was just finishing up my last house of the night. How about you come over here and sit on my lap and tell me all about your Christmas wishes?" he whispered with a smile. I could feel an immediate erection surge in my undies, but obliged him. I sat staring into his eyes for what seemed like hours, until he asked "What do you hope is in your present, little boy?" "Uh, maybe a Gameboy Advance SP... but I won't get what I really want." I answered. "Oh, ho ho! My boy, you never know when those prayers might get answered." My peepee was now leaking precum at an alarming rate. "Oh, ho no! My fingers are covered in chocolate after those delicious cookies. Maybe you could clean them for me so I don't get chocolate all over the reins?" "Um, I guess..." I murmured before he slowly inserted his fingers, one by one, into my mouth. I sucked and licked tenderly while looking at his hairy knuckles before tipped my chin up towards him and demanded "Look into my eyes, boy."

Once I had cleaned the chocolate from his fingers, I noticed his suit was coming undone around his chest, revealing a thick coat of tangled silver hairs with a leather studded harness underneath. "Thank you, sweet child. Say, maybe we have what you really want up at my cabin in the North Pole. Fancy a ride on my sleigh?" he asked. My peepee nearly exploded, but I held back the orgasm with only a slight leakage of TruCum, and let him carry me out to his sleigh. We jetted off into the night, gaining altitude before he turned on the autopilot of his reindeer-powered plane. He leaned back and relaxed, smiling and putting his arm around me. It was freezing cold, so I stuck tight to Santa, shivering. "So what you really wanted for Christmas...was to make Santa happy?" he whispered into my ear. I nodded. He opened his suit and enveloped me in it, and I was right next to his bare furry body. My peepee was convulsing trying not to c*m all over. I gripped onto his harness nestled in his sweaty fur and bent down to give him skyhead. He was hung thick and long, uncut with a wide mushroom head hiding underneath. I sucked as far as I could, but I couldn't get it all the way. "Don't make me c*m, boy. It won't be long until we get there!" he moaned. But will you, reader, make it through this hot tale? Or will you c*m first? Comment with what gets you hot below.

We landed in a brutal snowstorm, and he carried me swiftly into his cozy cottage. It smelled of cinnamon and cloves, a fire was already lit and illuminated the abundant doilies and decorations all over the wooden walls. He placed me down onto his enormous bed with red and green sheets and removed his suit fully. He had the shoulders of a football player and the gut of a pregant sow, all covered in a thick silver fur coating. His majestic peepee bounced as the suit hit the floor, making a jingle, as he wore a brass peepee ring with two bells attached. He crossed his arms and demanded "Worship me."

I fell to my knees and began licking my way up his body, stopping to enjoy the scents and sights, giving extra care to his furry butt crack, tits and pits, removing lots of curly hairs from between my teeth. After covering lots of ground, he grabbed my hair and forced my head onto his thick dong. I gagged a bit, unable to take the whole shaft, so he pulled my head off and back and spat in my mouth. It tasted like cookies and milk. He positioned me on all fours, then pulled out a tube of Xmas scented KY jelly and fingered some into my boyhole and perhaps reapplying the chocolate I had previously licked off(Just kidding, my hole was always pristine then because I was always ready to be kidnapped and fricked). He started with one finger, then two, then three, and then suddenly slid his jingling peepee into me. It immediately hit my prostate and each successive thrust caused me to spew more of my boyload. Still here? Find this hot? Comment "BOYLOAD" below and I will give you 50 Dramacoin! Valid only to first three "BOYLOAD" commenters. And remember to smash that like and subscribe button! He turned me over and commented on my messy load before declaring "I'm not done yet, though," with a smile.

He pounded me aggressively from above now, sweat dripping from his great mass, his vast belly pressing on my peepee and smearing my cummies all over. The pounding suddenly stopped and he pulled me by my hair back onto my knees. Four small elves crawled out from under the bed, each placing a tiny hand on his enormous peepee, and stroking it until a massive fountain of Santa c*m erupted all over my face and twinky body. The elves returned to under the bed, and his swollen peepee slowly turned downwards as he let out a deep sigh. As I attempted to stand up, he put his hands on my shoulders and muttered "Not yet," with his eyes closed. His peepee swiftly perked up again and began spewing Golden Santa Piss all over me, which I gladly bathed in. And guess what, it tasted like milk and cookies too!

He sat on my back as I licked up the remains of our Christmas blowout, and when I was done, he pointed to an elf standing in the corner of the room, camcorder in hand. "I thought I might give you a Christmas present so you can remember this." Santa swooned. The elf hooked the camcorder up to the Gateway desktop computer and swiftly burned a DVD of the footage he captured, before he graciously waddled over to me and handed it to me with a wink. I looked up at Santa, tears overflowing.

Santa dropped me off at home again and promised to c*m back next year, before shooting off into the night with a "Ho ho ho!" I never saw him again. All I had to remember him by is video footage of him using my holes, and a blown-out bussy.

So, does god exist? I suggest yes, because this led me from faith in god to belief in god. Never before have I experience such wish fulfillment, and the only logical explanation for this lies outside of human understanding. The prophet Muhammad (SAWS) says "What is learned during youth, like an engraving on a stone, will never be forgotten." - Prophet Muhammad (pbuh). Such an impactful experience removes all doubt.

And that, my friends, was my epic hookup WIN!