The Santa Clause
written by JASON MONREAUX for Christmas.TyRain.com
October 18, 1999

“Where is that damn costume?” Marco screamed as he paced the floor of his office, glaring at the clock. He was a big shot corporate lawyer who was used to having people cater to him, and the situation he now found himself in was like nothing he’d ever before experienced.

His wife had “agreed” for him to be Santa Claus at a charity fundraiser without checking with him. Ever since she’d found him in bed with Dean earlier in the fall, she’d been “agreeing” for him to do things like this and then threatening to go public with her discovery if he didn’t go along. The hefty contribution she’d insisted upon to her Garden Club was tolerable, and the long weekend at her parents’ home was almost bearable. But this task was especially annoying for him because, always the consummate Grinch, he’d never really had time to be bothered by Christmas. And now he was going to be THE Santa Claus at the THE social event of the holiday season. He knew that his wife was enjoying the irony of this a little too much. She’d even drawn up an agreement for him to sign, calling it the “Santa Clause”. If he did this one last favor for her, she would forget all about Dean.

The fundraiser was going to start in about an hour, and the Santa costume still hadn’t arrived. The executive offices were all empty and quiet except for the drifting sounds of cheerful Christmas music softly playing in the background as he paced back and forth, seething at the difficult spot he found himself in. Many times he wanted to climb up onto his desk and pull down the ceiling speaker, but instead just continued to pace back and forth.

Just then the elevator bell softly rang in the hallway, and a dark figure stepped off. “In here!” Marco called as he reached into his briefcase for his wallet. Looking up from his briefcase he stammered “What the . . .” as he saw that it was Dean who had entered his office. “I’m back in town for the holidays and was coming up to see if you were here when I ran into the delivery man downstairs.” Dean said, as he pulled the Santa suit from behind his back. “I thought there must be two Marco’s in this building – I couldn’t imagine you ordering this suit. So I offered to bring it on up to see for myself. Besides,” Dean said with a twinkle in his eye, “I thought you might need some help getting into the suit.”

Marco smiled. Dean was in his final year of law school, and had been the summer intern in Marco’s department. In many ways, Dean reminded Marco of himself when he was younger - sharp, attractive, a promising lawyer. And the fact that he looked like a male model didn’t hurt anything either. His fair skin and light hair were the exact opposite from Marco’s darker features. Dean’s piercing blue eyes were frequently covered by wisps of his golden hair, and even through his suits, it was apparent that his body was gym toned. The attraction had been instantaneous. It had only taken Marco two weeks from Dean’s first day to arrange for them to go out of town together on business. That was when Marco had made the first move, and Dean had eagerly acquiesced. After they returned, they managed to find themselves in bed at least three times a week for the rest of the summer. It had been Dean’s last week when Marco’s wife had caught them.

“So, have you been naughty or nice?” Dean asked, putting the Santa cap suggestively over one eye. He slowly started to unbutton his shirt, revealing his tight pecs, which were lightly covered with blonde curls, which thinned out over his washboard stomach and then formed a dark trail from his navel down into his pants. “Not naughty enough.” Marco answered as his hands wandered across Dean’s chest, gently tweaking his nipples and slightly tugging on them. “Let’s get you into this suit” Dean suggested - his hands busy at work undoing Marco’s tie and unbuttoning his shirt.

Marco was 60, but would easily pass for 40. His body displayed the results of years of working out with his expansive chest, narrow waist and muscular legs. Dean’s eyes sparkled as he helped Marco out of his clothes. Soon both men were naked, except for the Santa hat that Dean still wore. Just for fun, Marco pulled the tall black boots on and put the wide black belt with the big square brass buckle on from the Santa suit. Laughing, they fell into each other’s arms. “I never expected this evening to be this much fun!” Marco said.

Marco sat naked on the edge of his desk, and Dean quickly knelt between his strong legs. His tongue wandered up Marco’s inner thigh, slowly savoring the taste and smell of his mentor. Marco leaned back on the desk, supporting himself on his elbows, and spread his legs wide, giving Dean easy access to his goodies. Dean’s tongue took full advantage of the new position, finding the soft spot under Marco’s balls and attacked it with vigor. Marco squirmed in delight as Dean’s tongue gently bathed one ball, then the other. Slowly his tongue started the steep ascent up the stiff shaft of Marco’s grand and growing cock.

Looking down, Marco was amazed at this young stud that was busy sucking on his cock. A man in his position was used to people “sucking up” to him to get what they wanted, but it was different with Dean. He had never asked for, or expected, anything from their relationship except for Marco’s affection. This type of unassuming love was almost more than he could handle.

Marco’s hand rested on the closely cropped nape of Dean’s neck. He ran his fingers up under the Santa hat and through his thick blonde hair and began to hump upward, grinding his cock deeper into Dean’s throat. Reaching down, he began to tweak Dean’s large round nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Dean hummed his pleasure in response, sending incredible vibrations through Marco’s cock.

Much as he enjoyed having his cock deep down Dean’s throat, there was someplace else that he wanted thrust his package before the night was through, and the charity event was starting in 30 minutes.

Marco stood up from his desk and walked around to his chair. Sitting down, he slapped his knee, motioning Dean to come over and sit on his lap. Taking his queue, Dean came over and straddled Marco’s lap. He was facing Marco, with his legs over the arms of the leather chair, his twitching ass poised above Marco’s raging cock. Ever so slowly, Marco lowered him down onto his lap, impaling him inch by inch as Dean sank down onto his cock. Dean moved his legs up over Marco’s shoulders, and leaned back in the chair. They started a slow grinding rhythm, almost to the pace of “I’m dreaming of a White Christmas” softly playing from the ceiling and looked deeply into each other’s eyes – both aware of the special bond that was between them.

Marco scooted to the front of the chair and wrapped Dean’s legs around his waist. Without warning, he stood up – Dean still impaled deeply on his cock. Marco began to walk around the room, causing Dean to sink even deeper with each step. Dean moaned loudly, and Marco quieted him with a long, wet kiss. He walked over to the window and anchored Dean’s naked back against the cold frosted glass, and began humping into him in earnest. Both men were sweating as they grunted and grinded, their heat melting the iced window.

The first orgasmic wave swept through Dean without warning. His hot jizm splashed across Marco’s hairy chest and up over his shoulder. The second wave left a nice white streak across the shiny black leather belt and big brass buckle that Marco still had around his waist. Moment’s later; Marco’s first eruption let loose deep inside of Dean. Marco lowered Dean onto the floor and continued pumping away at him as load after load filled him. Spent, they lay in each other’s arms savoring the quickly passing moment.

Ten minutes later Marco was speeding across town to the charity event in his black Mercedes, adjusting his Santa beard and still tingling from the encounter. He made the most of the evening, and everyone commented on the twinkle in Santa’s eye that night. He was the best Santa anyone had ever seen. Marco noticed that his wife even seemed strangely pleased with him tonight.

Arriving home later that night, Marco was delighted and bewildered to find Dean greeting him inside the garage door. In the corner there was a small Christmas tree ablaze with bright lights, ready to be brought into the house. He had a note from Marco’s wife explaining that as her Christmas present to them, she was giving them the weekend together. She would be at her parents and would not return for three days.

“Merry Christmas,” Dean said as Marco stood reading the note again with an incredulous grin. “It looks like the Santa Clause was worth it after all!”

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