I booked a much-needed massage with a guy I found on a male masseur website. He went by the name Santa Bear.
His profile picture showed a jolly-looking guy in his late fifties, about six feet tall and weighing 275 pounds. He had wavy white hair, a big bushy white beard, and wore a red flannel onesie.
I was intrigued. His stats listed him as a well-endowed top bear with gifted hands.
When I showed up for my appointment. Santa Bear greeted me at the door with a warm handshake and a hearty chuckle.
"Hello there, Doug. Welcome to my home. Come on in!" He smiled continuously, his bright eyes squinted, and his little red nose scrunched. He even wore little round glasses.
"Aren't you a cute little tight package? I look forward to getting my hands on you. I love your shaved head," he said, rubbing my dome with a meaty hand. Every time he spoke, his sentences ended in that same deep-throated chuckle.
Santa's red onesie had been replaced with a red velour track suit. He still looked dressed for the holidays, even though it was July.
He took me into the warm massage room. Incense burned and candles glowed. It smelled like pine, cinnamon, and sugar cookies all at the same time. Instrumental Christmas music played softly.
This guy had really created an immersive experience.
"Leave your clothes on the chair and hop onto the table, face down."
I disrobed. Confident in my thin frame at thirty-five, I climbed the step stool and settled myself onto the oversized massage table. My body had always been small, and mostly hairless. I felt tiny on the large table, with my face resting in the super soft donut thingy, and my bare ass open to the sky.
"Santa's going to strip down to his jockstrap so he can use his whole body to massage you."
"Sounds good, Santa."
"Tell Santa where it hurts today. Is there anywhere we should pay special attention to, or that we should avoid?"
"Um, nothing to avoid. My upper back and shoulders are especially tight, so I definitely need some attention there. My butt always needs attention, he he."
"I bet it does. You just relax and let ol' Santa take care of you, boy."
To him, I guess I was actually a boy.
"First comes a warming oil. I like to begin at your feet, applying oil to nurture your skin. It's the largest organ in your body."
I smelled peppermint and felt his soft oily hands touch my feet. Wherever he touched me, the skin warmed immediately.
"The mint helps improve blood flow. It's my own formula. I make it in my workshop. It's safe to use everywhere, inside and out."
His hands worked the oil into my calves and thighs, waking up each body part with long flowing strokes.
I relaxed quickly. He spread my legs wide and moved upward.
Warm oil poured across my butt. His large hands smoothed it into my buns, through my crack, and across my balls.
His oily fingers gripped and pulled my dick a couple of times, then his hands slowly swept across my taint, over my hole, and rested on my lower back.
I was immediately hard. The mint made my groin tingle.
Santa's hands spread oil over my hips and he pulled my ass cheeks wide apart with his thumbs. His breath blew across my hole, made cool by the mint. It was such a turn on.
His hands moved up my back, spreading the oil in long sweeping strokes.
He oiled each of my arms, turning my hands palms up.
Santa stood at my side and laid his full jock pouch in the palm of my hand. His dick was soft.
I played with his fat nuts while he spread the oil over my shoulders and neck.
He moved to the opposite side and repeated the process. His dick grew harder in my other hand. It was big.
"Now I'll work on your muscles. I'll do your shoulders, back, legs, and glutes, in that order. Then I'll have you turn over and put my hands on your front."
Santa stood at the end of the table. He pressed his crotch softly against my head and worked his thumbs into my traps. It felt amazing. I was seriously tight.
He swayed his hips, dragging his hard dick back and forth across my head while he performed magic on my shoulders.
Keeping one hand on my back, Santa walked to the side of the table and climbed over me easily. The large massage table didn't shimmy or creak. He was surprisingly nimble, like a wrestler.
Santa straddled my ass and began to massage my upper back. His hard cock slid over my ass as his hands moved around my shoulder blades. Santa's jockstrap was gone! His large tool was like a third arm, rubbing all over my small back.
His balls rested below my ass cheeks. Santa's large prick laid in my slippery crack and his cockhead pressed into the small of my back. Kielbasa and a hot dog bun came to mind. He felt right at home on my ass.
When his hands moved up toward my neck, his dick again massaged my back a little, his hardness pressing against my spine.
As his hands made their way down my back, he shifted his body and his cockhead moved into my ass crack.
His wide circular motions caused his dick to slide up and down my butt. It was so sexy. I pressed my ass up into him.
"Relax, boy. Let Santa work on you. Just breathe."
Santa scooted down so he could focus on my lower back. His fat cock massaged my rosebud.
He pressed on my lumbar hard with his hands. For leverage he squeezed my hips with his powerful thighs. This caused my legs to close together, and his slippery cock to push against my hole.
I wanted him to enter me. I welcomed it. He backed off though, leaving his dick carefully perched at my entrance as he finished working on my back.
Santa climbed off the table and stood at my feet. He worked on each tender foot, pressing his thumbs into hidden places here and there, causing me to moan.
Santa massaged my calves and knees. I felt his breath on my ass when he dug his elbows deep into each thigh.
"Breathe," He exhaled forcefully, his warm air teasing my pucker.
He worked his hands into the crease of my thighs, between my balls and my leg. His strong thumbs pressed into one of my glutes. My hard dick lay against the table, leaking. His knuckles pressed on my taint.
I spread my legs wider to give him room to maneuver. He repeated the action on my other cheek.
Santa moved his hands over each hip, pressing his thumbs hard into my tight ass muscles. He smushed my cheeks together and squeezed my glutes.
He moved his heavy hands over my hips, his thumbs sinking deep into the tight, aching muscles of my lower back.
Slowly, Santa gathered my cheeks together, squeezing the glutes with a firm, deliberate pressure that made me arch into his touch.
Sliding his hands lower, he kept his fingers anchored right in my crack, using his massive thumbs to slowly palpate and knead the muscle.
Every deliberate press of his thumbs sent a spark straight to my core, his fingers gently tracing the edge of my ass ring, teasing me until I was practically begging for what came next.
"Time to turn over, Doug."
In a fog, I turned over and he placed a rolled towel under my neck. My dick pressed firmly against my flat belly. Santa had me very, very turned on.
"Let's get your front oiled up, pretty boy."
He oiled my feet and my legs, and briefly manhandled my throbbing cock and tight ballsack. Then he moved to my upper body.
Santa once again placed my hands palms up. As he oiled my chest, he rubbed my nipples. His fat hard cock slid across my palm.
I gripped him and he fucked my hand gently. He moved to my other side. His cock filled my hand.
He moaned when I squeezed him hard. Man, was his cock thick!
Once again, Santa moved to the head of the table. He leaned over me and rubbed my chest. HIs large furry belly smothered my face every time his hands moved down my ribcage. His bare cockhead pressed against the side of my face. His shaft stroked along my ear.
I tried to turn my head to catch him with my mouth, but he wiggled his hips away from me.
When he walked to the foot of the table, I missed his closeness.
"Santa's going to pull your body down the table so that your legs dangle off the edge."
He grabbed my ankles, tugged, and I slid easily to the edge.
He held my foot and placed it against his furry chest.
Santa stepped up closer to the table. "Relax your leg and breathe."
Santa bent my knee and pressed it to my chest using his body weight.
I felt his fat cock slide against my perineum.
"Breathe," he said as he exhaled, holding the stretch. His cock throbbed.
Santa switched legs.
"Breathe," he exhaled and leaned into me. His cock shaft pressed flat against my hole.
"Just breathe."
Santa slightly wiggled his hips from side to side as he held the stretch. I wanted to swallow his pulsating dick with my hole.
He eased off and grabbed my other leg, bent my knees, and put both feet on his chest,
"One more big stretch."
"And, Breathe," he said, slowly pressing my knees toward my head.
Santa's dickhead pressed right against my hole.
"Breathe, boy."
He leaned harder and his cockhead dipped into my tight ring, but only for a second.
Santa pulled his cock away and chuckled. Such torture! My hole was alive and hungry.
"You like that, boy?"
I squirmed in the vulnerable position, knowing my exposed ass was inches from his manhood.
I pleaded, "I want you. I need you to take me. Fuck me, Santa."
He chuckled and leaned back in.
"Santa's got you." His head slipped past my ring and his enormous fat cock pushed deep.
"Oh fuck!" I cried. His tool burrowed into me.
"Yesss, you're Santa's boy now."
He pulled his body back, easing his cock out just a little. His hands spread my knees wide, stretching my inner thighs. He rotated his hips. His fat prick smashed my prostate.
"Fuck, yes, Santa. That's the spot, ohhh."
My hard dick was snapped back against my belly. It leaked copiously as my hole squeezed Santa's cock.
"Best fucking massage, ever," I squealed.
"Your massage is already over, boy." He shoved his meat deep into me. "We're going to move to Santa's bedroom now."
Santa let go of my legs and slowly pulled out of me. I climbed off the table with rubbery legs.
Leading me by the hand, he walked me down the hall and into his bedroom.
Santa climbed onto the huge bed and sat upright against the headboard. His fat swollen cock leaked and he played with his enormous nipples..
"Climb up on Santa's lap, boy, and show me how good you can be."
I crawled over to him and sat sideways on his thighs. He slipped his hand underneath me and shoved his thick thumb into my hole.
Santa's other hand pulled my head to his chest.
Fat pink nipples peaked out of his white fir. I sucked one into my mouth while his thumb hitchhiked in and out of my hole.
He held my suckling head against his breast. I nibbled, chewed, and savored his unusually large nipple.
He moaned, "Mmm. Such a good boy, sitting on Santa's lap. That's it, bite it hard."
His thumb pulled out of me and his hand grabbed my tight scrotum. Squeezing gently, he pulled my balls away from my body. It ached and I arched my back.
"Fuck, Santa. Unggh."
He chuckled again. "I know what you need, boy. Turn and sit on my lap properly."
I turned and squatted over Santa's lap. He held his hard prick in one meaty paw.
I put my hands on his fuzzy shoulders and lowered my body onto his prick.
"So. Fucking. Ungh. Big, Santa."
I had all of his manhood buried in my guts. My hole stretched wide and my legs gave out. My ass plopped onto his lap. I slipped my feet behind Santa's ass. In that position, his cock steadily pressed hard against my prostate.
"So full, Santa."
My lips found his other fat nipple.
I latched on. Santa put his hands under my ass. His strong arms raised me off of his dick a few inches and let me drop.
"Goddamn, Santa. Fuck!"
I put my arms around his shoulders and buried my face in Santa's neck.
He held up my ass easily and began to thrust his thick rod up into me.
My pent up dick rubbed against Santa's furry belly deliciously as he speared into me.
I whispered in his ear, "Fuck me with your hard pole Santa. It's everything I've wanted. Don't ever stop."
"That's right boy. Santa's got what you need."
I clung to him as his dick stretched my hole and rearranged my insides.
Santa rolled us to the side, lifted my leg, and kept fucking me.
His lips devoured mine. He whispered, "Turn around, boy."
I faced away from him, laying on my side. He lifted my leg and drove his cock deeper..
"Yes, Santa. Fuck yes,"
He hit me just right in this position. I grabbed my dick and stroked it carefully, keeping myself on the edge.
"That's it. Stroke your dick and cum for Santa."
His thrusts seemed to go deeper and deeper as my hand stroked faster.
I grunted, "Your huge fucking cock man. Make me cum, Santa! Ah fuck!"
He pounded my guts and my dick let loose with a mind numbing amount of jizz. I watched my load spray across the bed uncontrollably.
"Cum for me boy. Get that good nut from taking Santa's dick."
My orgasm ebbed, but my ass still reveled in the gentle abuse it was taking.
Santa used his cock as a lever, pushing me onto my belly and laying his enormous body on top of me.
His hips drove that monster dick into me as the bed creaked and groaned.
"A good fucking boy. Fuck. Santa's got a big present for his hot boy."
His weight on me made it hard to breathe, but my ass loved his cock.
"Yes. Sant. Uh. Give. It. To. Me. Eee!"
"Your hot tight ass! Santa's cumming, boy. Take my cum boy!"
Santa buried his cock and stopped thrusting. He shook and wiggled wildly, filling me with his spunk.
"Oh, oh, god, ungh. Oh, oh." Santa hugged my body with his arms and legs. Breathing hard in my ear. "Such a good little fuck, boy."
He breathed hard, nuzzling my neck and chuckling softly.
I was pinned. "Can't breathe, Santa. You're squashing me."
"Oh fuck!" He rolled off, ripping his glorious cock from my pummelled hole, and laid next to me
I inhaled deeply and said, "Noooo."
Climbing over his large body I positioned myself, and slid his fat prick back inside my body where it belonged.
"You're still so hard, Santa."
"Little blue miracle pills, baby."
I straddled his groin and lightly worked his pole in and out. Fuck, he filled me so well.
Santa smiled up at me wickedly, his eyes crinkling behind his glasses as his cock settled deep inside of me.
"You lay right there and catch your breath, Santa," I whispered, leaning down so my chest brushed against his white beard. "Let me do the work this time."
I braced my hands against his heavy shoulders and began to lift my hips, establishing a slow, perfect rhythm.
Above us, the soft Christmas music kept playing, but underneath me, Santa was entirely at my mercy--and we had all afternoon to play.
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