*****The following story is fiction and all characters are over the age of 18*****
This is a continuation of the Santa's Helper story.
It had been over a week since the toy giveaway where I met the hot Santa Claus named Rohan. My first perception of him was that he was a hot straight homophobic asshole. But as the event continued, I learned more about him. I started to see that under that tough exterior was a sweetheart. We had brief moments of intimacy that day, leading to us fucking after the event inside Santa's house and the broke sleigh.
I don't know why it happened. In my mind, Rohan was a straight guy. Why would he fuck a guy dressed in a Santa Helper outfit? Perhaps it was a fetish, given the fact that he had fucked his previous Santa Helpers who were female.
But why was I even questioning it? The sex was so memorable; it was the best I had ever been fucked by a man.
After we fucked and broke the sleigh, he invited me to dinner. Something that took me by surprise; I expected it to be a 'hit it and quit it' situation. We ate at a local diner down the street from work where I learned more about him. He told me why he liked giving out presents and his love for physics. When he started talking about physics, I got confused. He laughed when I told him.
He had a great laugh. If Rohan was gay, I think I would've fallen in love with him then and there.
While we ate my mind wandered off, thinking about if we were together. But that's what it was: a daydream. Multiple times during the dinner, Rohan had mentioned previous girlfriends and the type of girls he liked. Each statement dug a stake deeper into my heart.
I had to enjoy the moment we had as it was likely the last.
After dinner, he walked me to my car and for a brief moment I thought we would kiss. Unfortunately, we did not. We said our goodbyes and I watched him drive off in his sports car. Dread had filled me knowing I would probably never see him again.
I wondered if Rohan would think back on it.
At least he knew which Target I worked at.
So perhaps it wasn't a goodbye.
A week before the New Year:
I was in the returns closet when my coworker Charise approached me.
"Hey Arty, what you doing?" she said.
"Just finished folding these returns; why, what's up?"
"Come have Starbucks with me?"
"Sure, let me clock out."
We went to the Starbucks inside the Target and sat at a table. Charise ordered a
Venti upside-down double-shot caramel macchiato. To me, it was a lot of sugar and I didn't understand how she could maintain such a great figure with that amount of sugar and calories in that drink. I had the holiday pretzel and caramel cold brew.
"So, how was it with Santa the other day?" she said.
Charise was my best friend at work; we told each other everything. But my one-time
thing with Rohan was something I wanted to keep a secret for now. "It was fine. He was a total dickwad at first, but it turns out he's a sweetheart."
Charise grinned, "Boyfriend material?"
"If he were gay, yes. I have to admit, the image of his cock has been the source of my
recent self-pleasure sessions."
Charise laughed and looked around to see if anyone heard my comments, "Wow, it must've been a nice cock."
"It sure was."
"So, I was wondering if you would like to come to my New Year's Eve party?"
"Really?"
"Yeah, it'll be fun. I invited a few coworkers as well. You should come unless you have plans."
I didn't do parties. I tried to in high school and college; they were just never my thing. There were no plans for New Year's; my parents and sister had left for Mexico for a family trip. My mother wanted me to go, but they were visiting my grandparents and uncles. The last thing I needed was to be the focus of their homophobic conversations about me.
"Sure, I'll come on over. Is there anything you want me to bring?"
"Yourself. Oh wait, some sodas. Costco was out of the 35 packs. We have a few folks that don't drink alcohol."
"How many people did you invite?"
She smiled nervously. "Originally, ten, but a few more people were invited and promised to bring stuff."
"Girl, do you even have space for all of us?"
"Not in my apartment. However, I talked to my landlord who said we could use the space on the roof. It's a good thing we live in California, so at least it won't be freezing outside."
"That's great; I can't wait for the party then."
After the coffee break, we went back to work.
Day of New Year's Eve Party
For it being winter, the temperatures in Los Angeles were nice; late 70s. The evening temperatures would drop to the mid to late 60s, which would be perfect for the party. Charise told me that she had rented heating lamps. I had done a Costco run to buy the cases of soda for the party. I had to go to a different Costco to avoid the out-of-stock situation. It was the least I could do.
Honestly, my mind kept going back to Rohan. I wondered what he was doing for New Year's. I smiled at the thought that he'd probably be fucking a woman at a party like mine. Who knows, maybe I'll get lucky tonight and find someone to hook up with.
I parked my sedan in the alleyway next to Charise's apartment complex. The sun had already set. Her brother, Marcus, came to help me carry the sodas out of the trunk and into the elevator.
"Hey Marcus, how have you been?"
"Good. School has me bogged down. I could use some R&R," he said.
Marcus was 21 years old, three years younger than Charise. He attends UCLA, majoring in bioengineering. We rarely spoke, only on the occasion he would pick up his sister from work or shop at the store.
"Yeah, we can all use some R&R. Target is chaotic when the holidays are around."
The elevator doors opened and we walked up a few flights of stairs to the roof. Charise had done a great job setting up the roof for the festivities. We set the cases of soda on the table and began to put them in the ice chest. "So, did you spend your Christmas with someone special?" Marcus asked.
The question took me by surprise; he had never been interested in my personal love life.
"No, single again this year."
"I'm sure you'll find someone soon. You just gotta put yourself out there."
