Santa Took My Virginity – Part 3

Everyone in this story is 18+

Hey everyone! I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas! This marks the finale of my Christmas mini-story—I hope you enjoyed it. I have a little extra treat for you tomorrow, so stay tuned. In the meantime, I hope you take some time to relax and spend quality moments with your loved ones.

“The fake deepness of his voice making it even harder to figure out who he was. “On your knees. Suck me.”

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry, and took a shaky step forward. My knees hit the floor as I fumbled with his belt and zipper. My hands shook as I freed him, and my breath caught at the faint outline of his dick.

Even in the dim light, I could tell it was massive. Thick, long, and heavy in my hand, radiating heat. My fingers barely wrapped all the way around his thickness.

It reminded me of him.

Texas Eden.

Texas fucking Eden.

The captain of the football team, with a name that sounded more like a bad country song than a real person. But somehow, Texas made it work. He was all big energy—tall, tan, built like, well, an athlete, and absolutely dripping with confidence.

Of course, he was from Texas. His parents were a bit nutty, naming him after their beloved Lone Star State, but they were very proud Texans. And, as they say, everything in Texas is bigger. And speaking of…

His dick? God, it was legendary.

I’d seen it swinging in the locker room more times than I could count. The kind of dick that couldn’t be ignored—thick, veiny, and so big it seemed to sway with every step he took, the thing even cast a shadow for fuck’s sake! Under it his balls swung between his thighs like 2 wrecking balls. He was the star of my wet dreams on more than one occasion, and now, with this monster in front of me, I couldn’t help but wonder.

Still, the idea of Texas Eden wanting this—wanting me—was almost impossible to believe. He was as straight as they came, maybe even a little homophobic, which only made the fantasy more tempting.

I leaned in, letting my lips brush against the tip, and “Santa” let out a low, guttural moan.

“Mhhm” he murmured, the roughness of his voice sending me further into a dick frenzy.

I swirled my tongue around the meaty, big head, tasting the salty slickness of precum. My hands steadied his shaft as I worked him slowly into my mouth, inch by thick inch, my jaw stretching to accommodate him.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his hips shifting slightly.

I pulled back, letting my spit trail from my lips to his cockhead before licking up the underside, dragging my tongue along the thick vein. His breath hitched, and I couldn’t help but grin.

I spat on his dick, watching it glisten in the faint light, and took him deeper this time. My hand worked the base as my mouth bobbed along his length, my tongue swirling around him every chance I got.

He groaned again, louder this time, and I felt his hand press against the back of my head, guiding me.

My lips left his cock with a wet pop, and I ducked lower, taking his balls into my mouth one at a time, sucking gently and letting my tongue explore the sensitive skin. He twitched in my hand, his moans turning into short, stifled gasps.

“Yes” he muttered, his fake voice straining with arousal.

I grinned up at him, my hand stroking his spit-slick length as I returned to his cockhead, swirling my tongue and teasing the slit.

The way he moved, the way he moaned—it was impossible not to think of Texas. That cock was too perfect, too commanding to belong to anyone else.

But there was no Texas accent. Then again, he’d be stupid to use it here.

“Fuck,” he groaned again, his hips bucking slightly as I took him deeper, letting him hit the back of my throat. My eyes watered, but I didn’t pull away, hollowing my cheeks and working him harder.

He gripped my hair tightly, his breath ragged.

“Enough,” he growled suddenly, pulling me back.

I blinked up at him, wiping my chin as I caught my breath.

“It’s time,” he said, his voice a mix of command and excitement. “Fuck me.”

His cock stood tall and slick in the dim light, glistening from my spit and the faint sheen of precum.

“Undress.”

I obeyed without thinking, shimmying out of my sweats and boxers. My own dick bobbed free, achingly hard, precum dripping down the tip.

He patted his lap. “Face the wall and fuck me.” His deep voice made my dick twitch.

I swallowed hard, stepping forward and straddling him. My legs trembled as I reached back, guiding his huge cock to my slick, but tight asshole. The lube from earlier had loosened me, but as I sank down onto his more than substantial dick, the stretch of just the head made me gasp.

“Fuck,” I hissed, my nails digging into my thighs.

He didn’t move, letting me take my time, his hands gripping my hips firmly. I rocked back and forth, inch by inch, until he was fully inside me. The fullness was overwhelming and painful, his cock hitting places I never knew existed.

“That’s it,” he muttered, his voice tight with restraint. “Take it all.”

After a little while, the sharp edge of the pain began to fade, replaced by a dull, throbbing ache that was almost… good. I took a breath and tried moving, slowly at first—lifting myself just slightly before letting gravity pull me back down.

The stretch still burned, but in the best way, like my body was adjusting to him, opening up just for him. And as his cock slid in and out, inch by inch, waves of pleasure rippled through me, building with every careful movement.

His hands tightened on my hips, guiding me into a steady rhythm. The slap of skin against skin echoed in the small room, mixing with his grunts and my moans.

“Turn,” he commanded suddenly.

I hesitated but obeyed, lifting myself off him just enough to swivel around, my back now against his chest. His hands returned to my hips as I sank back down, his cock filling me once more.

This new angle was deeper, more intense. He thrust up slightly, meeting my movements, his cock hitting my prostate with every bounce. I couldn’t hold back the cries spilling from my lips, my own dick twitching and leaking precum on my stomach as I angled it towards me.

I tried to focus, to feel his body under the costume, to figure out who he was. But the suit, the beard, the mask—everything hid him too well. All I could feel was the solid weight of his chest against my back and the relentless thrust of his dick inside me.

Ezra? Owen? Texas? My mind raced. All three had dicks big enough to match what was inside me now, and that was all I had to go on.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his grip bruising as he pulled me down harder, deeper.

My own hand wrapped around my cock, stroking frantically as the pleasure built. My vision blurred, I was losing control. The slap of skin on skin, the wet squelch of lube and spit mixing, the overwhelming fullness inside me—it all blurred together into something utterly consuming. His cock was relentless, pounding into me with a rhythm that had me gasping for air, my own dick twitching with every thrust.

The small room was hot now, the faint scent of his soapy smell mixing with the raw musk of sweat and sex. My own dick twitched, I couldn’t hold back as my cum coated my stomach, the sharp, salty tang of cum cutting through the air.

His grip tightened on my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he thrust up into me one last time. I could feel the way his body tensed behind me, the way his cock throbbed deep inside me.

“Fuck,” he growled, his voice low and dark.

The heat of his manly essence filled me in heavy pulses, each one making me feel complete in a weird way. His cock twitched with every spurt, the slick warmth of it spilling inside me, pooling deep where no one had ever been before. The air was thick, heavy with the sharp, earthy scent of sweat and semen.

“Get off,” he said curtly.

I stood on shaky legs, wincing slightly as he slipped out of me. My knees felt weak, my body humming from the intensity of it all.

He adjusted his pants, the mask and beard still firmly in place. As he moved toward the door, he paused, looking back at me.

“Thanks,” he said in that same made-up, gravelly voice. Then, almost as an afterthought, he added, “If you ever want to do this again, wait ten minutes before leaving this room, and maybe it will.”

I blinked up at him, my chest still heaving as my mind tried to process his words.

“But before that…” His voice still very dark, teasing. “See you in class.”

And just like that, he was gone.

I stood there in the darkness, still trembling, still dripping, my mind racing a million miles a minute. Class?

My class?

The thought hit me like a brick.

I wiped myself off quickly, my knees still shaky as I got dressed, pulling my sweats up over my sticky thighs. My heart pounded as I replayed his words in my head. It could be one of them. Ezra. Owen. Texas.

I felt a shiver of anticipation run through me, and a grin tugged at my lips. Oh, I’ll wait. Because I need this again.