Santa Took My Virginity – Part 2

Everyone in this story is 18+

Wishing you all a very merry Christmas!🎄🧑‍🎄

The school was packed. Pupils crammed into every corner, the sound of laughter and music bouncing off the walls. I scanned the crowd nervously, searching for any sign of my three crushes. Ezra, Owen, or… But, nothing. At least, not as far as I could see. But with this many people, it was impossible to be sure.

I hovered near the spiked punch table, pouring myself a cup. The smell of alcohol hit me immediately—cheap vodka or rum, maybe? I didn’t care. I downed half the cup in one go, wincing as the burn hit my throat.

God, this is insane. Completely insane. I’m going to get murdered or blackmailed or… something.

I glanced at the clock. 8:47. Less than fifteen minutes to go.

But I need this. I need… dick, I need to know how it feels!

My palms were sweaty as I made my way through the crowd, avoiding eye contact. I slipped out of the main area, my footsteps echoing louder now that I was alone in the quiet hallways.

This plan was ridiculous, but the excitement was overwhelming. My heart was racing, my hands shaking slightly as I ducked into one of the bathrooms no one really used anymore. It smelled faintly of mildew, but I’d take it—no chance of interruptions.

I locked the stall and pulled out the small bottle of lube I’d stashed in my pocket. My hands were trembling as I slid my sweats down, my dick already half-hard from nerves and anticipation.

The lube was cool as I slicked up my fingers, hesitating only a second before sliding one inside my hungry ass. My breath hitched, a shiver running through me. It wasn’t my first time doing this, but it still felt… weird. Good, but weird.

I worked my finger slowly, adding another as I got into a rhythm. My dick twitched, and I wrapped my free hand around it, stroking lazily as my mind wandered.

There was something about the picture “Santa” sent, that made my mind wander to Owen Davis.

Owen was… well, he was everything. The super-hot nerd. Jet black hair that always looked like it had just been combed, glasses that somehow made him even hotter. He low-key looked like a skinnier Superman, like Clark Kent before he hit the gym.

He wasn’t just smart—he was brilliant. The kind of guy who could build a robot from scratch, solve a complex math problem in seconds, and still have time to dominate a spelling bee. He didn’t flaunt it, though. Owen was quiet, humble, almost shy.

And then there was his dick. Only thinking off it made my ass twitch and clench around my fingers. I’d seen it when he’d changed in the locker room after gym. It wasn’t the thickest, but it wasn’t a pencil dick either. Long, elegant, and perfectly proportioned. Like the rest of him.

I groaned softly, my fingers moving faster as I stroked myself, imagining it was Owen’s dick fucking me. I was so close, almost cumming right there. Maybe I should? Just finish, clean up, and go home like any somewhat sane person would.

I glanced at the clock on my phone. 8:57.

Fuck it!

I scrambled to clean my hands up, heart pounding as I tucked myself back into my pants. I was still hard, and the thought of walking through the hallways like this made my stomach twist.

But there was no time.

I slipped out of the bathroom, glancing nervously up and down the hallway. Empty. Good.

I made my way to the planned room, my heart racing with every step. This was it. No turning back now.

When I got there the room was pitch black except for the faint glow of a forgotten EXIT sign above the door. My heart pounded as I stepped inside, shutting the door behind me. The air was thick with nerves—or maybe that was just me—and the faint scent of clean soap, no cologne to identify him.

And there he was.

“Santa” sat near the back of the room at a small bench against the wall., dressed in full costume: the red suit, the fake white beard, even the ridiculous curly wig. The mask covered the top half of his face, leaving only his eyes, but that wasn’t much help in identifying him in this pitch dark.

“Santa?” I whispered, feeling like an complete idiot.

His voice was low and gravelly, clearly put on. “Get over here.”

I hesitated, my feet frozen in place.

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