"Jerome, can you hand me that hammer?"
Marty's voice broke me out of the trance I was in.
"Yeah, sure, here." I handed him a small hammer and tried to focus on my work. It was next to impossible. The toy train I was working on needed one more coat of red paint, and I would be finished for the day. Then, my dreams would come true. A hot shiver ran down my spine and my cock tingled inside my green tights. Marty giggled.
"Somebody is a little too excited!" he said. I looked down at my crotch. To my horror, the tingle had turned into a massive boner.
"Damn it." I finished painting the train in a hurry. "There, all done. I'm punching out, Marty, see you tomorrow."
"Yeah, if you can walk." Marty snickered.
My bulge had shrunk considerably, so I didn't cause too much attention to myself as I left the toy making department, and headed to my small apartment. I spotted Candy Cane on my way there. Candy was a sexy female elf, with perky tits and long legs. As much as I would have loved to taste her sweet, peppermint flavored snatch, I lacked the time.
"Oh, hi Jerome." She smiled at me, seductively. "Big night tonight, huh?"
"Yes. See you tomorrow." I brushed past her, not wanting to waste any time with small talk. My excitement was taking over, and my hands shook as I unlocked my apartment door. I scarfed down a quick dinner of milk and cookies, then jumped in the shower. While I was drying my hair, I took the time to give myself a good looking over. I liked what I saw. Contrary to what you may have heard about elves, I'm tall. Almost 6 feet.
Wait a minute, you're thinking, elves are small and have pointy ears. Nope. Just a facade we put on for the children of the world. When you see us in our true form, we are pretty fucking sexy. I stood in front of my closet, and couldn't decide what to wear. Finally, I kept it simple, black leggings and a long grey tunic, with black leather boots covering my bare feet. I took out the diamond studs I was wearing and replaced them with small, silver hoops. My long brown hair was still slightly damp, but I was happy with the way it looked, it was more rock star than Christmas elf. Satisfied, I locked up my apartment and headed to the penthouse suite. And my destiny.
Okay, that was a little dramatic. Technically, it's just a hook up, but an elf can dream, right? You never knew, if I played my cards right, I could be put into the regular rotation. My cock hardened at the thought. I stepped inside the ornate elevator, and it took me up to the twenty fifth floor. At last, I was standing in front of his door.
Santa's door.
I pushed the button, and Jingle Bells rang out. I swooned. I'd been waiting years for this, my name had been on the waiting list forever. At long last, it was finally my turn.
He opened the door, and grinned. I swooned again. Santa Claus. The sexiest man in the universe. Trust me, he looks nothing like he's portrayed. He leaned against the doorway. His green eyes, how they twinkled, his dimples were merry. His cheeks were like roses, I longed for him to pop my cherry. Well, if I still had my cherry. Hey, I'm two hundred years old, that ship has sailed. But I digress. Santa is a fucking hot stud.
His face is free of facial hair, and looks as if it were chiseled by angels. His velvety green eyes are framed with long thick lashes, and his lips are perfectly shaped, with a delectable pout. Then, there's that body. It's broad and muscular with smooth skin. At almost 7 feet, he's a towering mass of delicious manly goodness. He was wearing red silk boxer shorts, with a cock so big, the tip was poking out through one of the legs.
"See anything you like?" he asked with a sly smile.
I swallowed. "Yes, everything." I could barely speak.
"Come here, Jerome." His voice was deep, and seductive. I took a step forward and he pulled me against him. He kissed me softly on the lips. My insides turned to jello and my knees gave out. Santa scooped me up in his arms and carried me to his bed. As I laid there, giddy with desire, he stripped me naked. "Look at you, so beautiful. I can't believe I haven't had you up here yet."
He laid on top of me and kissed my lips, more urgently this time. Our tongues met and my fingers ran through his silky, pale blonde hair. It's thick and long, hanging halfway down his back. I moaned softly. "Oh, Santa, I've longed for this."
"Oh, Jerome, your nice hard dick is poking me in the gut. Let me give it a quick suck, then the real party can start." His mouth slid down my body, until he got to my cock. I leaned up on my elbows and watched him work. First, his warm tongue licked the head like it was a lollipop. He looked up at me. "Do you like that?"
"Yes. You're so gorgeous." He tapped my prick against his outstretched tongue, then licked up and down my shaft. I knew I wasn't going to last long. He seemed to sense it as well, and started pulling me in and out of his mouth. My head spun. I was in Santa's bed and he was deep throating me. Holy reindeer shit. My balls vibrated, and I came inside his hot mouth. He licked up every drop.
