Oliver Spring has got a festive job working in the local shopping centre’s Christmas Grotto and there’s a new Santa in town.

Aka…Slutty Elves and Sexy Santa.

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He sees you when you’re sleeping

He knows when you’re awake

He knows when you’ve been bad or good

So be good for goodness sake

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If Olly heard one more Christmas song, he thought he was going to scream. He was currently working a holiday job in the local shopping centre as one of Santa’s elves for the generic Christmas grotto they ran every year. The grotto hadn’t been updated since he was a little kid being brought to sit on some drunken Santa’s knee, and it showed. The fake log cabin was battered and torn, held together with Duct Tape and an overwhelming amount of Christmas hope.

The fake snow path, that was once a fluffy white rug, was threadbare and tired, much like the Christmas trees that were liberally dotted around the grotto which were sagging and had branches missing. How parents were willing to pay the ridiculous price to let their kids sit on some strange man’s knee and then get a crappy pound shop toy that would break five minutes after they opened it, he would never understand.

Olly only took this job to get out from under his mother’s feet while he was home from university. She was driving him crazy, getting on at him for spending all his time in his room and not doing anything productive. Sure he tried to fake studying, but then she’d still interrupt him to help decorate the house, or try on a ridiculous dress that she’d bought for one of his cousins that was about the same size as him. So 8 hours of Christmas tunes, snotty-nosed kids and an elf costume, so short that it could almost be classed as being obscene, was infinitely the better option.

Olly was hoping that maybe he’d catch the eye of some cute dad that he could blow in the toilets on his break, but so far anyone remotely worth his attention was ‘too busy’ looking after their kids. Despite some masterful flirting that didn’t always rely on him bending over to pick up the presents, so that Santa didn’t have to of course.

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You better watch out

You better not cry

You better not pout

I’m telling you why

Santa Claus is coming to town

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Things were looking up today though. Their usual Santa had called in sick, but the show must go on, and apparently the manager had managed to rope in one of her friends to fill in. This Santa really didn’t look the part at all. Instead of the usual jiggly belly, bad breath and not so discreet bottle of vodka in his pocket, this guy was tall, with what Olly was willing to bet was a rippling hot body hidden under his expensive woollen coat, and eyes that made him want to do whatever this guy said.

“Hi, I’m David,” said the substitute Santa as they were getting ready in the staff locker room.

“Olly,” was all he managed to say, desperately wishing that he didn’t have to go from looking his usual cool and mysterious self, to looking like the Jolly Green Giant’s diminutive festive cousin.

“Looks like we’ll be working together today. My friend Abbie roped me into helping her out,” David smiled.

“Well you’re certainly much better eye candy than the usual Santa,” Olly blurted out, unable to stop his tongue from saying everything that popped into his head.

“Thanks,” David blushed. Olly hid his head behind the door of his locker to hide his own blush that was growing across his cheeks.

Knock Knock came at the door as Abbie, the centre manager, called through, “Is everyone decent, because I’m coming in.” Before either of them had time to reply, Abbie was walking into the men’s locker room.

“Abbie, you can’t just barge in here,” David admonished his friend.

“Oh please, like I care what either of you have. I’m an absolute Lesbian,” Abbie stated.

“Even so, at least wait for an answer next time.”

“Jeez, such a stickler for the rules,” Abbie replied before turning to Olly, “You don’t care do you Olly.”

Giggling at the manager he’d gotten to know over the last couple of weeks he’d worked here, Olly replied, “Nah, it’s not like you’ve not walked in on my changing before.”

“Fucking hell, Abs,” David scoffed.

“I only came in here to give you ,” she emphasised the last word by prodding David in the chest, “your belly.”

“My what?” David said, confused.

“Your belly, you can’t be Santa with washboard abs you know,” Abbie stated again.

“Oh,” David said, looking down at himself. He really hadn’t thought this through before he agreed to help.

“Olly dear, give us a hand,” Abbie smirked as she walked back towards the door. Olly followed her, amused by the interaction between the two friends. When he got to the door, he could see why she needed help. She’d managed to drag the prosthetic from its storage locker as far as the staff corridor, but it was too big for her to lift up the awkward steps that were outside the locker room door.

Heaving it up the stairs while Abbie held the door, when he stepped into the room he heard David mutter, “Oh come on!” causing Abbie to laugh.

“Please David, for me,” she batted her eyelashes, knowing that he would do whatever she asked him to.

“Urgh, fine,” he sighed.

“Great, get that shirt off and Olly and I will get this attached.”

David pulled off his black t-shirt and Olly is pretty sure his brain short-circuited. When Abbie said he had washboard abs, she wasn’t kidding. All Olly could picture was rubbing himself up and down them over and over.

“Earth to Olly,” Abbie said, clicking her fingers in front of his face. Oh right, he was supposed to be helping santify this god. Why couldn’t they make David an Australian Santa and just have him in a pair of board shorts instead. Surely, that would give them a usp to attract customers from their rivals. He wondered if Abbie would go for that… probably not, he sighed to himself.

“Sorry,” Olly said as he stepped forward, holding up the fake stomach as Abbie strapped it around David’s back.

“You’re really lucky David. We haven’t had to use this with our other Santas. They’ve all had their own, er, natural padding,” Abbie joked from behind him. Once she had all the straps secured, she stepped away and Olly let go of the front to allow David to take the weight of the orb properly for the first time.

It was heavier than he expected as it started to pull him forward, causing both Abbie and Olly to laugh.

“At least you’ll be sitting most of the day,” Abbie reassured him, “Now hurry up and finish getting ready guys, we open in 10 minutes.” Abbie hurried out of the room and left the boys to get ready.

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He’s making a list

He’s checking it twice

He’s going to find out

Who’s naughty and nice

Santa Claus is coming to town

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“The rest of your costume is in the locker,” Olly nodded as he headed back to his own locker. He pulled out his costume and sighed, 6 days until Christmas, just 6 more days of this ridiculous outfit. He stepped out of his t-shirt and jeans before tossing them inside the locker. He heard a wolf-whistle from behind him and turned to see David standing in Santa’s white shirt and his boxers.

“Looking good,” David smiled flirtatiously.

“I would say the same, but I’m not sure the belly is very flattering,” Olly teased.

Jiggling the fake stomach, David continued, “Ho, ho, ho! What do you mean, you don’t like what you see?” he winked.

Olly laughed, “I think today’s going to be fun.” They both turned back to their lockers and continued pulling on their costumes. Olly’s consisted of bright green tights, an emerald green tunic that barely slipped past the line of his briefs, a matching pointed hat and shoes. There was also a ridiculous pair of pointed ears attached to a headband.

Once he was fully kitted out, he turned and saw David struggling to get Santa’s beard to sit comfortably. Trying not to laugh, he walked over and said, “Let me help you with that.”

“Thanks,” David said, allowing Olly to adjust the straps that held the beard in place. Being this close, even with the ridiculous beard, Olly’s breath caught as he looked into David’s eyes. As he stared into those deep blue eyes, Olly thought to himself, ‘I’m in trouble’.

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Here comes Santa Claus

Here comes Santa Claus

Right down Santa Claus Lane

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Shifts at the grotto could go one of two ways, they could either drag on for hours with absolutely nothing happening, or they could be manic with barely any time to catch your breath let alone take an actual break. Unfortunately for both Olly and David, today was one of the busiest Saturday’s of the Christmas shopping season.

Olly’s sure that Derek, the usual Santa, knew exactly what he was doing when he phoned in sick today. On top of that, he’s the only elf that’s turned up as well, so he’s been dashing back and forth between collecting the money at the counter, showing visitors inside, and passing David the presents to give to the children from Santa’s sack under the Christmas tree.

When 5 o’clock finally rolled around, Olly had never been more glad to pull the gate of the fake picket fence closed. He popped his head round the door of the grotto and David groaned from his throne, “Please tell me there’s no more.”

Moving inside, Olly smiled, “There’s no more, your shins are safe.”

David let out a sigh of relief and pulled off the fake beard, “Thank god! Did you see that one kid who, I’m sure, was trying to hospitalise me? If he wasn’t swinging his feet into me, he was trying to crush my balls.”

“Oh god, do you want me to check if they’re still okay?” Olly teased.

“What?!?”

“Relax, I was only kidding,” Olly said, only half believing what he was saying.

“It sounds like you should be on the naughty list for being such a bad elf,” David teased back.

“Oh yes, I’m a very naughty elf, Santa,” Olly replied with a sultry voice before bending down in front of him to give David a clear view of his arse as his costume rode up. As he was bent over, he was pretty sure he heard a moan of approval from behind him.

“Maybe you need to go over Santa’s knee,” David growled hungrily.

Standing upright, Olly turned and said, “I thought boys and girls sat on Santa’s knee, not over it?”

“Good boys and girls do, but we already decided you’re a bad boy, didn’t we?” David asked flirtatiously.

“Mmm, yes Sir,” Olly purred, hurrying over to Santa’s throne and allowing David to pull him down over his lap.

“If you want to stop, just say ‘Stop’, okay?” David said, to make sure Olly was comfortable.

“Okay,” Olly said, which was quickly followed by a thwack sound as David’s hand came down onto his left cheek. Thwack , thwack , thwack , alternated between each of his cheeks, causing Olly to moan and grind his growing erection against David’s thigh.

Once David had got to 10, he asked, “Can I take these off?” as he ran his hands over the soft cotton of the tights covering Olly’s behind.

“Yes,” Olly whispered breathlessly, hard from being spanked. David grabbed hold of the top of the tights and as Olly raised his hips, he slid them down his legs and off his feet, discarding them on the floor of the grotto.

“When did you change into a jock Olly?” David asked as he caressed the now bareflesh that had a slight glow to them from the first spanks he’d given the smaller man.

“You never know when you might need to be ready for easy access,” Olly teased.

“Fuck… such a naughty little elf,” David cooed before returning to spanking Olly’s cheeks again.

Thwack, thwack, thwack . David switched between each of Olly’s cheeks building up a rhythm. Watching as the skin got redder and an outline of his handprint became more and more visible where he was marking the same spot over and over again.

The sight on top of his lap was causing David’s own erection to grow now too, the thin fabric of the Santa suit doing very little to stop it from poking into Oliver as he lay on top of him.

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Vixen and Blitzen and all his reindeer, pullin on the reins

Bells are ringin’, children singin’, all is merry and bright

So hang your stockings and say your prayers

‘Cause Santa Claus comes tonight

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“Maybe now I could sit on Santa’s lap?” Olly asked cheekily from his spread out position. Another spank to his arse for being cheeky caused him to let out a small yip, but Olly loved it.

David lifted Olly off his lap and stood him on the floor in front of him, taking the opportunity to enjoy the festive jock Olly was wearing in all their glory. The jock itself was white but across the front of the pouch was a picture of mistletoe guiding the viewer to kiss their way under the bottom of the fabric.

But as much as David wanted to take his time, and enjoy exploring Oliver’s body more, he knew it wouldn’t be long before Abbie would come to find them. If they were going to do this, then he needed to be quick. He stood up from the throne and quickly dropped the trousers of his Santa suit to the ground along with his boxers where they pooled around the big heavy boots that came with the costume.

Sitting back down, David said in a deep voice, “Come here little boy, sit on Santa’s lap.”

Grinning from ear to ear, Olly smiled, “Yes Santa,” before straddling David’s lap. It was a little awkward with the fake Santa belly still wrapped around David’s stomach, but somehow they managed to get just the right angle for Olly to start lowering himself down onto David’s rock hard cock.

Even with the prep he’d managed to do on his break, it was a tight squeeze, but eventually Olly was fully seated and taking a moment to let his hole get used to the thick beast inside him. Tentatively he started to raise himself up and then back down, just a few slow movements at first, before he picked up the pace. When he took this job at the start of the season, he never thought riding Santa’s South Pole would be one of the perks.

As he bounced up and down, he couldn’t help but laugh, “David, your belly is jiggling like a bouncy castle.”

“Ho, ho, ho,” David said, laughing along with him.

Their laughing turned into moans and groans as David’s cock found the sweet spot deep inside Oliver as he thrust up to meet Oliver’s downward strokes. David lent forward to try and capture Olly’s mouth but the two ended up laughing instead, as the giant prosthetic gut was too big to allow their lips to touch.

As they picked up their pace, pants, moans, and groans filled the fake log cabin. The air around them was ripe with the smell of sex.

“Oh, David,” Olly moaned, “Yes… fuck .”

“So…close,” was all David could manage to breathe out between pants.

“Come for me, Santa,” Olly pleaded. It was enough to push Davd over the edge, he let loose spilling his seed inside the naughty elf on his lap. Feeling David’s cock pulsing inside him, triggered Olly’s own release as he came untouched inside his jock.

“What the hell is going on?” Both boys’ eyes snapped towards the grotto doors where Abbie now stood.

Without missing a beat, Olly replied, “I was just welcoming David to the team.”

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Bells are ringing, children singing

all is merry and bright

Hang your stockings and say your prayers,

’cause Santa Claus comes tonight

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