There are a lot of myths about Santa, that he lives at the north pole, that there is a Mrs. Santa. That he is always fat and jolly.
But my Santa was different.
My Santa is a bearish man, 6 ft 3 Inches tall with size 14 feet, but he is rock solid from head to toe, weighing about 180 there is not a lot of fat on him. He has the full beard, and he is hairy all over. I first met Chris when I was working at Macys one Christmas as holiday help, as I said he is a solid guy in his 30s, but his hair had turned white early. Not gray but that soft sexy white, he looked so good I was sure he was wearing a wig and false beard; it was so white.
It was funny Chris stayed in character all day at work, even on break, did not talk to a lot of people just enjoyed some milk and cookies while on break, and would give a jolly laugh when every anyone said Merry Christmas, or Hi Santa to him.
The first I realize Santa was a stud under the red suit was when I walked into the changing room on day and Chriss was getting into his suit. Standing there in the red pants and tall black boots with no shirt one, it only took one look to know Santa was a Stud. Rock hard abs rippled down to the sexy v pointing your eyes to his middle. I could not stop starring as he pulled off his shirt at those hard firm nipples, but he quickly put on a tee shirt and the red coat and hat and gave me a ho ho ho as he walked out to his station.
This went on for weeks, I would try to time stopping in to see Santa in the changing room, I started slow just stopping over to his chair when the sales floor was slow, to visit. But it was not till I brought him in some homemade cookies that he broke character enough to thank me as ask me why I had made him cookies. I was feeling a little frisky, so I told him I wanted to show Santa I was a good boy. With out missing a beat Santa laughed and said there were better ways I could show him I was a good boy.
From that day on I would get a hello when ever I saw him, and some days he would ask if I was a good boy and wink at me. The flirting started slow, but there was something about the way Santa asked me if I wanted a Canady Cane to suck on that pecked my interest. So, I told him I would love to taste Santa’s Candy, and as I unwrapped it, and started by licking it up and down, then put in my mouth to show Santa jus how far I could get that candy cane in. This little performance in front of the customers got me a wink from Santa and told me that Santa likes good little boys.
This progressed thought the month, until December the 23, my boss called me in and asked if I had plans for Christmas Eve. I should explain I am a 20-year-old college kid working to earn enough for my next semester, I am about 5 ft 8 inches and on the lean side. I also had no plans for the Holiday as I could not afford to travel home for Christmas and pay rent on January 1. So, I said no, and he asked if I wanted some overtime.
It turns out on Christmas Eve the store sends Santa to visit the Children’s floors at both Hospitals, and they wanted me to go along and help with crowd control and to hand out gifts. This sounded like fun, and maybe I would get to hang out with Santa after.
Christmas Eve is a crazy day at the store, we opened at 7 am for last minute shopper and everyone worked nonstop till closing at 4 pm. I had no time to stop over and see Santa or set up plans for our Hospital visits until after the store closed. Chris was ahead of me on that plan, as I came into the back office, he told me his car was loaded with the gifts and wanted to know if I was ready to be Santa’s elf. Dam there was that wink again. So, I asked just what the job of Santa’s elf entailed, and he said to be his helper and do whatever Santa needed done. When he said it with a smile and another wink who was I to say no.
Off we went, both Hospital visits went off without any problems, as everyone left the room we used at the last visit, he asked if I was in a hurry and since I had no plans, I asked what he had in mind. Turns out he wanted to stop by a nursing home where he knows someone and take cookies and could use his Elf’s help. He promised to buy me dinner if I agreed to help, so I was all in.
What happened next surprised me, as he sat on his Santa Throne, he looked down and commented that his books were looking dirty. This got my attention for two reasons, one I have a huge boot and foot fetish, and second, I had a sexy man talking to me about his boots needing cleaning. He was right and I told him yes, they are dirty sir. Chris leaned back in the chair and told me it would be a shame if the nice old people got a Santa with Dirty Boots and reached into his bag and tossed me a cloth and said Elf shine Santa’s boots.
I did not have to be aske twice I was on my knees in a hurry at Santa’s feet. I lifted the big boot up onto my knee and proceeded to give it a good shine. I even make sure to blow on it to make sure I could buff it up nice. Once I was done with the first boot, I held the rag and ran my hands all over the boot, giving it a good squeeze. I then got to work on the second boot while Santa just sat and smiled at me as I cleaned his boots.
The shoeshine didn’t last nearly as long as I would have liked before we were off for our last stop. Once we were done at the Nursing home, we got into Chris’s car and he asked what I wanted for dinner and I told him he could pick, so we made a quick stop at a drive though for some BBQ as it was the South, and it was a warm day we were able to sit in picnic area of the local park to enjoy our meal. After we were done eating, Chris asked if I wanted to come back to his place for a beer. That sounded good to me.
Chris had a nice size house not far from the park, and after pulling into the garage we went in via the back door into the kitchen, Chris grabbed us a couple beers and headed towards the family room. It was your standard family room, but there was an over sized chair with a big ottoman by it. Chris set down the beers and had a seat in the big chair. I went over to the couch but before I sat, he asked if I wanted my beer, so I went back over towards the chair. Chris told me at that point how much he had enjoyed my shining his boots and the feel of my hands on his feet. He proceeds to tell me that he had been wearing the boots for over 14 hours and his feet were killing him. I asked if he liked foot massages and he told me he loved them, and that he used to have an Elf who would take off his boots every night and massage his tired feet. Well, anyone could see my reaction by looking at my zipper to this news, so I asked if Santa wanted his Elf to massage his feet tonight?
This got a laugh from Santa and he proceeded to tell me he only wanted and Elf with a desire to serve, that once started his Elf would have to follow Santa’s orders till the end. I quickly dropped to my knees and said I want to be your Foot Elf Santa and will follow your orders. Santa patted my head and told me I was a good boy, but if I started and took the role of his Foot Elf, I would have to finish the job, no matter what. I had to get at those feet and told Santa I have no plans till after the New Year when school starts again and could serve his feet as long as he liked.
Santa laughed and said okay Elf you can take off Sant’s boots but remember you wanted this. So, I moved the foot stool away so I was at his feet and took the first boot and pulled by it would not come off, it was then that Santa told me his feet sweat so much in the boots that they stick on his feet. He told me to sit closer and grab his boot, then put his other boot on my chest and pulled his foot out while pushing on my chest. With a pop the boot slid off and Santa extended his foot towards me. It was like a wall of smell that you could not escape, it was damp, and musty, and ripe all at the same time. As the sock came closer you could see it was wet. Then it hit my face, Santa had pushed his foot into my face so my nose was under his toes, and with a laugh said sniff Elf. So, I did, and felt a wave of desire go over me, I dropped the boot and hugged Santa’s foot, I could not stop myself and started kissing the wet dirty sock. After a few minutes I realized Santa was talking to me and telling me that he had worn the same socks all week as he did not have time to do laundry, and he overslept this morning and missed his shower. I did not care, all I could so was stare at the wet black sock that was in front of me and push my face back into to smell it some more. Santa indulged me for a few minutes then told me to get the other boot off. It was just as wonderful, but the surprise was this foot was in a red sock, just as smelly and wet, and the same wonderful smell as I rubbed my face on it, kissing is from heal to toe.
I proceeded to give Santa a foot massage for the next hour, first one foot then the other, with those big boots right next to me. Way too soon Santa was telling me to take a final sniff of the socks Elf. I told him I was happy to massage them longer, but he said no, he wanted his socks off. Before I could do that he stood up and took off the red jacket and padded vest, and pulled his wet tee shirt off his body. Looking up at Santa’s sweat cover chest, and hard abs I noticed something else was hard on Santa, and he say me looking. With a laugh I was told I had not earned my Christmas Yule log yet. With that Santa sat down, but his foot up and said get my socks off Elf. I reached up to his knees and started to pull the sock down, Santa moved his foot, so it was pressed against my face as I took first the black sock off then repeated the process with the red one. I wasted no time in rubbing over those big size 14 feet, getting the sweat out between the toes, which earned me a moan. But soon Santa told me to stop playing with his feet and to clean them. I reached for the sock thinking I could use it to wipe his feet, and he pushed my hand away and told me to lick them clean. Starting with this left one I licked from heal to toe, and all over the bottom of his foot, I then worked on the right licking it clean. Thinking I was done I held them up at my face level and asked if Santa liked his Elf’s work, he told me a good Elf would have got his toes cleaner, I didn’t need to be told twice and proceeded to suck each of Santa’s toes.
Santa liked his toes being sucked as he was rubbing that Yule Log and growing it from a twig to a tree. I could tell he was ready for it to be finished so I set his feet down, and got to my knees between his legs, and undid the belt holding up the pants and pulled the zipper down, Santa lifted his hips so I could pull the pants off and was now looking at a large red jock strap, that was ready to break under the strain of containing that growing log.
I repeated the process and got the jock strap off, then got my fun in. I took a hold of Santa’s 10-inch yule log and squeezed gently, then proceeded to lick up and down, sometimes letting the head slip into my mouth, then I would give it some more slow licks. Santa was producing lots of precum at this point, and said ELF get that Cock in your mouth. I only took long enough to say Yes Sir Santa, and I swallowed as much as I could, it was some how bigger, and thicker then any I had sucked before, I did my best to swallow it, but before long Santa was filling my mouth with his cream filling, squirt after squirt hit the back of my mouth. I continued to suck until Santa Pushed me off his log and said he needed a break.
As he sank back into his chair to relax, I turned around and slid to the floor, between Santa’s feet, I pulled them up so he could use me as a footrest and was starting to JO when Santa lifted his big feet and planted them on my face, that was all it took before I started Cumming harder then I had in a long time. As I lay spent with Sant’s big feet resting on my face, I heard Santa tell me to clean up my mess I as got my spunk on his feet, so I proceeded to lick Santa’s feet clean again.
I never did make it home that night, but it was okay. Santa had another big package for me on Christmas morning.
