Silent night Craig was a little bit too much in the Christm..

Silent night Craig was a little bit too much in the Christmas spirit for his wife’s liking at her boss’s Christmas party. His wife Lisa caught him with his pants down in the supply closet with one of the company’s secretaries. He tried to explain that he had too much to drink and the big breasted blond secretary came on to him. However, Lisa didn’t buy it. The ride home in his Porsche was quiet and awkward. When they got home, she made it clear that he was sleeping on the couch, but she wanted him out the next day. Craig begged and pleaded for forgiveness. “Please, honey, it's Christmas Eve. Think about Ricky. Please. It's never going to happen again,” he pleaded in his half unbuttoned tuxedo, as Lisa stormed up the stairs of their modern mansion. “That’s what you said the last time. This time you right through it won’t happen again. And take off that damn Santa hat,” Lisa added before throwing a pillow and blanket at him and slamming the door to him. Craig had forgotten that he still had the Santa hat on but kept it on as he made a bed on the couch by the roaring fireplace. He then stripped out of his tuxedo. When he was in only his red Christmas briefs he walked to the living room bar and made himself a drink. Craig looked at himself in the mirror over the bar. He couldn’t resist from flexing. He was in great shape, shredded and muscle packed. He had kept his college gymnast body that had gotten him a successful modeling career and a rich wife. Marriage didn’t make him fat at all. “He couldn’t help that women throw themselves at him. He is only a man,” he thought to himself. The living room and much of the house was decorated for Christmas. A large richly decorated Christmas tree dominated a corner of the living room by the windows and the fireplace was trimmed with wreaths and Christmas socks, for Lisa, Craig and their son Rick. After Craig finished his drink he fell asleep, spread out on the couch. He was so fast asleep and out of it that he didn’t hear the heavy booted footsteps across the marble floor. The large, overweight bearded man, dressed in red, stopped and stared down at the sexy stud, spread out half naked on the couch. The tiny red briefs were proudly displaying a healthy, impressive bulge. Craig’s spread legs were strong with defined chisel quads. The sculpted 8 pack was moving up and down as he breathed. The stranger licked his lips as he moved closer. The fat man reached down and ran a finger up the passed out stud’s inner thigh, just below the skimpy underwear’s right leg hole. Craig groaned and spread his legs further apart. The stranger gave out a loud jolly laugh, as Craig’s cock grew visibly hard in the tight underwear. “What. .” Craig asked goggy as he woke. When his eyes focused he couldn’t believe what he saw. However, before he could protest, the stranger blew a fine red dust into his face. Craig couldn’t help but breathe in the red glitter like substance. As he breathed in all of his worries and concerns just faded, he was overcome with a joyous feeling of bliss. A dumb smile spread over his handsome face as he laid back on the couch. The fat man laughed, his large stomach rolling like jelly. He reached down and pushed his thick fingers into the little red briefs and peeled them down. Feeling so mindlessly good, Craig giggled as he lifted his ass to aid the stranger peeled his underwear down his long legs. His hard cock popped free causing Craig to laugh more. “Have you been a good boy, Craig,” the mysterious stranger chuckled. “Yes, sir, I was a very good boy,” Craig started to play with his cock. “Oh, I think you've been a naughty boy, a very naughty boy,” the stranger waved a fat finger. “A naughty boy,” Craig’s smile faded into an over dramatic fawn. “You know what happened to naughty boys,” the fat stranger wiggled his finger. The muscular, normally confident Craig lowered his head and shook it no. “They get spanked on Christmas,” the stranger grabbed both of Craig’s ankles with one hand and lifted his legs into the air as if they were doll legs. Resting on his wide muscular back, Craig’s tight man hole, and heavy balls, were exposed. With his free hand he slapped Craig right on his exposed hole, right behind his large balls. Craig cried, “please, don’t. I’m not a naughty boy.” He was no longer the confident, masculine womanizing man. He was crying and pleading like a little boy. “Please, I will be a good boy.” The bearded man dropped Craig’s legs as if they were rag dolls. He then walked over to the high back chair across from the couch and sat down. “Come here, boy,” the man in the Santa outfit patted his lap. The tall, muscle bound Craig stood up and wiped his eyes. He meekly walked across the living room naked. The stranger pulled Craig down on his lap and raised his head into the air and brought it down hard on the firm, flawless ass. Craig kicked his legs out with each impact, as the stranger spanked each ass cheek. The fat man laughed as he felt the straight man’s cock throbbing against his thighs. “Please,” Craig moaned. The stranger lifted Craig and lay him down on the oriental rug in front of the fireplace, underneath the mistletoe. The helpless Craig stared up at the stranger as the fat man undid his pants and pulled out a thick cock. The straight muscular stud’s eyes widened. Staring at the huge cock, he found himself lifting and spreading his legs. He then reached between his legs and began to finger his own ass hole. His eyes never leave the stranger’s cock. Craig was helpless as the man knelt between his spread legs and gripped his ankles. The fat man threw Craig’s legs onto his shoulders. Craig let out a deep moan of pleasure as he was penetrated for the first time. He threw back his head as the cock plowed deep into him, pounding his prostate. With Craig’s muscular legs wrapped around him, the stranger pushed deeper and bent the stud further as he pulled the straight Craig into a kiss while fucking him harder. Craig moaned into the older man’s mouth, as the tub of jelly pounded against his hard chisel 8 pack. “Ho, ho, hoe,” the stranger lifted his stomach and cried out as he thrusted all the way into Craig. He then dropped his load deep inside the straight father. Feeling the stranger’s cum filling him, sent Craig over the edge, “of god, Fffuck.” He came hard, shooting his load over his cobblestone abs, large shredded pecs, and masculine face. The noise from downstairs woke little Ricky. Believing that Santa had come, Ricky sneaked downstairs in his onesie. He peered through the railings of the grand staircase as he watched his daddy kissing Santa Claus. Ricky couldn’t believe his eyes as he watched Santa fucks Craig. After Santa fucked Craig out cold, he took two long red ribbons and bound Craig’s muscular arms and legs. He tried the ribbons into blows around his arms and legs each. Santa then threw Craig over his shoulders and walked toward the front door. He gave Craig’s muscular plump ass a hard slap. Before he left the house, he turned to Ricky, while stroking Craig’s muscle firm ass. With a twinkle in his eyes, Santa put a finger by his nose and gave a wink. The next day, Craig was gone. Lisa was beside herself as the police were called to look for him. “Mommy, I saw daddy kissing Santa Claus and Santa carried him away,” he tugged on his mother’s housecoat. “Not now, Ricky,” Lisa brushed him away. No one believed little Ricky when he told them that he saw his daddy kissing and getting fucked by jolly Saint Nick. Years later, Rick still believes in Santa. Even having grown into a muscular man, he still waits for Santa every Christmas eve. For the other 365 days of the year, he followed his father Craig as a masculine alpha male. However, on that night he dreamed of being Santa’s bitch. He would look out his bedroom window in his onesie, that hugged his curvely muscular body. Rick tried to stay up but every year he would fall asleep. When all was quiet, not a creature was stirring, jolly old Santa appeared and gently ran his hand down Rick’s tight torso, slowly unbuttoning the onesie down to his thick, hard cock. When Rick woke, Santa put his finger by his nose. “Have you been a good boy,” Santa asked. “Yes, sir,” Rick looked up at the older fat man. He obediently rolled over and let Santa peel off the tight onesie. Rick’s ass was round and plumped, perfectly fuckable. Rick pushed out his round bubble ass as Santa aimed his huge cock at the tight light manpussy. Rick moaned in pure pleasure as he was fucked. “Ho, Ho, hoe, Merry Christmas!” Santa proclaimed as he came inside Ricky’s ass.