Santa Took My Virginity – Part 8

Everyone in this story is 18+

Hi everyone! I think it’s time to wrap up the Christmas theme, don’t you agree? This is the final part of this series, though I might revisit it at some point—likely without the Christmas theme or title. Tomorrow, I’ll dive deeper into what happened in the aftermath of Walker fucking his best Evan. I hope you’re excited to find out more!

“Now it’s my turn,” Texas said, his voice low and teasing, the words curling around me like a dare. “Ready?”

I was completely dazed, my legs trembling as I leaned back against the wall, trying to catch my breath. My head swam, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Texas, the water cascading down his body, every line and curve of him almost unreal.

Without thinking, almost as if in a trance, I found myself dropping to my knees in front of him. My hands hesitated for a moment before trailing up his thighs, reverently touching the hard muscle beneath damp skin.

Texas let out a low chuckle, his confidence radiating as he stared down at me. “That’s it,” he said, his voice rich with amusement.

I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his skin, tasting the faint heat and dampness as I trailed kisses along his thighs. His cock throbbed in front of me, thick and heavy, and I couldn’t stop myself. My tongue darted out, licking along his marvelous dick, and I felt him twitch in response.

He groaned softly, his hand coming to rest on the back of my head, not forcing, just guiding. “Good boy,” he muttered, his words sending a shiver down my spine.

I took him into my mouth, the sheer size of him making me pause for a moment as I adjusted. My tongue swirled around the head, tasting the slickness as I slowly eased forward, taking more of him. His cock was thick and heavy, filling my mouth completely, and I couldn’t help the muffled moan that escaped me.

Texas chuckled above me, his voice low and teasing. “Yeah, just like that,” he said, his tone dripping with amusement. “Just like you did to Santa.”

My cheeks burned, but the words only made me more determined. My lips slid down his shaft, my tongue tracing the ridge on the underside and that familiar vein as I moved. His hand tightened slightly on the back of my head, and his low groans of approval sent heat rushing through my body.

As I worked him deeper, the familiarity struck me like lightning. This was it. The same thickness, the same curve, the same way his cock pulsed in my mouth.

This is undoubtably the exact same dick I sucked that night.

I bobbed my head, picking up the pace, my lips sealing tightly around him as my tongue worked to coax more of those groans from him. His hips started to move, slow and steady, matching my rhythm as I hollowed my cheeks and took him deeper.

“Fuck, Hayes,” he muttered, his smirk audible in his voice. “You’re really good at this.”

The praise only fueled me further. I reached up, one hand wrapping around the base of his shaft to stroke in time with my movements, the other resting on his hip for balance. His groans grew louder, his breathing uneven, and I felt his cock twitch in my mouth as he edged closer. I played with his heavy balls and tried to go as deep as I could on his meat.

But before I could take him fully, Texas pulled me back up to my feet, spinning me around and pressing me against the wall. His hands gripped my hips firmly, his breath hot against my ear.

“You ready for this?” he asked, his voice rough with desire.

Texas pressed me against the wall, his hands gripping my hips firmly, his cock brushing against me as he positioned himself. The anticipation sent a shiver down my spine, but as he pushed forward, the friction made me wince.

“Shit,” Texas muttered, pulling back slightly. “Hold on.”

He stepped away briefly, heading toward his gym bag. I turned my head, watching him rummage through it, the sight of his muscular back and dripping body and the anticipation of feeling him inside me again made my dick rise again.

Finally, he pulled out a small bottle and held it up with a shrug. “Lotion. Not lube, but you’ll manage.”

I swallowed hard, my body thrumming with need. “Yeah, just fuck me!” I blurted, my voice desperate and breathless.

Texas chuckled, shaking his head as he popped the cap and slicked himself up. “Damn, you’re eager,” he said, stepping back behind me. His hands returned to my hips, and this time, when he pressed forward, the glide was smoother, and the stretch made my breath hitch in a mix of pain and pleasure.

He pressed me to the shower wall again, his body towering over mine as I stood, my legs instinctively spreading to accommodate him. The cool tiles against my chest sent a shiver through me, but it was nothing compared to the anticipation that made my entire body tense.

Finally, I felt the fat tip of him press against me, slow, almost careful at first. He adjusted the angle. The lotion helped, slick enough to ease the friction, but the stretch still made me gasp, my hands bracing against the wall for support.

“Fuck,” Texas muttered under his breath, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he pushed in further.

Texas groaned, his grip tightening as he began to move, each thrust growing more confident. The sound of his body slapping against mine echoed through the shower, mingling with our ragged breaths. My mind was a blur of sensation, my body trembling with every stroke.

“Fuck, Hayes, your ass is so tight” he growled, his voice low and raw.

My legs gave out, and I dropped down onto all fours, my knees pressing against the cold, wet tiles. Texas followed seamlessly, his hands gripping my hips to steady me as his rhythm continued, slamming in and out of my hole with relentless force.

His movements grew steadier, his hips driving into me with increasing confidence. Each thrust sent jolts of pleasure ripping through my body, the slick heat of him making me lose all sense of time and space. He fucked me silly, the sound of his skin slapping against mine echoing off the shower walls.

My hands pressed against the tiles, my legs trembling violently as the overwhelming sensations built deep inside me. Texas didn’t miss a beat, his grip tightening on my hips as he thrust into me harder, deeper. The angle change sent shockwaves through me, and I cried out, my cock twitching uncontrollably beneath me.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned, my voice breaking as the pressure exploded all at once.

I came hard, my dick hosing down the tiles, the sound of my cum splattering onto the wet floor loud in my ears. My entire body shook with the force of it, my breath hitching as wave after wave of climax wracked me. My arms barely held me up, my body trembling as the last jolts of pleasure coursed through me.

Behind me, Texas let out a deep, animalistic groan, his fingers digging into my hips as his movements became frantic. His cock drove into me with raw, desperate force, each thrust sending waves of sensation through my trembling body.

“Fuck, Hayes!” he screamed, his voice cracking as his hips slammed forward one last time. His entire body tensed, trembling against me as his cum cannon of an anaconda reached my deepest inner walls. The heat of his seed filled me, unmistakable and overwhelming, spreading through me as he cried out again, louder this time, his voice reverberating off the shower walls.

It was the second time Texas had given me his seed, and as my fingers clutched the wet tiles, my head spinning, one thought burned through my dazed mind: I really hope it’s not the last.

For a moment, neither of us moved, the water cascading over us as we caught our breath.

Then Texas sat back against the wall, pulling me up beside him. He ran a hand through his damp hair, his smirk softer now, more teasing than cocky.

 “So, about all this…” I barely managed to ask him.

 “All this?” He echoed in the showers.

He chuckled, leaning back against the tiles. “Yeah. You, me?”

Texas just grinned. “Don’t overthink it, Hayes. It happened. And maybe…” He paused, his smirk turning into a grin. “Maybe it’ll happen again.”

I stared at him, my chest still heaving, unsure if this was real or if I was dreaming.

Texas just laughed softly, standing up and offering me a hand. “Come on. Let’s get out of here before Coach finds us and gives us more clean-up duty.”