Gay Erotic Stories

I'm 18 and look young enough to play a pretty convincing elf. It's probably why I have been able to keep the job for as long as I have. The other kids who play elves are all 14 or 15 and usually last one or two years before they move on to do something else. With the green hat and little elf suit, and being only 5'5", I could maybe pass for 12 or 13. It's cool.

Today is my second day working this year. Yesterday I was introduced to the guy playing Santa. He replaced the old guy who played Santa for as long as I can remember but he moved away after his wife died last summer. I haven't seen this new guy out of his Santa suit yet but behind the wife fluffy beard, he looks more convincing. Wrinkles around his eyes and a jolly laugh. And damn it, I think I see a twinkle in his eye whenever we make eye contact.

I work the closing shift today from 4 until 8. Since it's only November, it gets quiet after dinner time so at around 7 o'clock, 'Santa' calls me over to his big chair.

"Hey son," he says with his gruff voice. "You can take off early if you want. I don't 'spect many more young ones here tonight, do you?"

"You sure?" I ask.

"Yeah, why not. Enjoy your evening!"

I thank him and head back toward the changing area at the back of the mall.

I step through the big double doors marked 'Employees Only' and down the long hall to the small room at the very back where all the holiday decorations are stored when they're not in use.

I open my designated locker, take the hat off and lay it on my pile of clothes and sit down to take off my silly elf shoes. They're just coverings for my regular footwear but standing for the last 4 hours has made my feet tired so I remove my shoes too and stretch my legs, enjoying the relief of the air on my bare feet.

I sit still for a moment and look around the room. Pipes extending from the ceiling going into walls. Electrical wiring on one of the walls. Empty crates and boxes scattered neatly against the back wall. A single bench near the lockers. I wondered if the room got used at all during the year. It was probably hard to navigate when full of Christmas crap.

I lazily sat and stared into space when I realized I was sitting for a long time. I should probably head home soon. I got back into focus and pulled my green oversized shirt off. My smooth bare chest looked tanned in this lighting. Under normal light, I'm pasty white. I stand and drop my trousers to the floor and step over to my locker to get my street clothes.

"Still here?" a voice says behind me.

I turn around and there is Santa. I immediately blush as I'm standing in nothing but my tighty whities.

"Yeah," I stammer, not knowing how to explain. I didn't want him to think I had been up to no good. "Just relaxing and playing some of my game before I left," I lied.

"Ah," said the man in the red suit. "I don't think we've been properly introduced," he added as he stepped over toward me. "My name is Randy."

"Josh," I replied. Randy held his gloved hand out and I shook it, fully aware of my near nakedness.

"Pleasure," he said with a wink.

I started to turn around toward my locker.

"You look really cute in that costume," he said.

I didn't know how to respond. "Thank you," I said, figuring it was the best reply.

"You look even better now," he soon added. I froze. What do I say to that?

I reached for my clothes when I felt a hand on my back.

"I hope you don't mind me feeling you," he said quietly.

I hesitated. "No, it's alright," I said, trying to be polite. "But I should go now."

"Yeah," he said, lifting his hand from my back.

I placed my clothes on the bench, quickly sifting through for my pants.

"I would love a quick peak?" he said.

I didn't say anything, holding my pants open to step into them. I think about how I'll have to work with this guy every day. He seemed friendly enough. I just wasn't sure how I felt about another guy ogling me like that. I'd never been seen naked by another person since I was a baby. The thought had turned me on before and I've jerked off about girls at my school seeing me, and even some guys. But an old man?

"Ok," I said.

I put my pants down again and stood facing him. He stood about 3 feet in front of me, his eyes shifting down my body, pausing at the little bulge in my briefs.

"You won't say anything to anyone, will you?" I asked him?

"It'll stay between us," he said, his fake beard shifting indicating a smile.

I put my thumbs beneath my waistband and pulled my underwear down, dropping them to my ankles, revealing my soft penis and minimal pubic hair.

Randy, still fully dressed in the Santa costume took a step closer and leaned in a little bit, focusing his eyes on my boyhood.

"Very cute," he said.

Not exactly confidence-building.

"Turn around for me," he said. Not in a demanding way but still as an order.

I turned around so my plump bubble butt was facing him.

"Nice ass," he said, emphasizing the 's' sounds. "I was admiring it in your costume."

"Thank you," I said, wanting to get dressed again.

I felt his hand on my lower back, now with no glove, gently rubbing it, his fingers grazing the top of my ass cheeks.

"I bet you're a lot of fun," he said as he stepped in close, wrapping his arms around my front, hugging me from behind.

"I dunno," I say.

His right hand reached down and grabbed my penis, gently rubbing it as it quickly got hard.

"I knew you'd like that," he said.

He leaned his hips into my back and beneath the layers of fabric of his suit, I felt a poke.

"You feel that?" he whispers in my ear.

I simply nodhed as his hands fondle my hard penis and hanging testicles. It felt nice but I also felt uncomfortable and wanted to leave.

He put his left hand on my shoulder and turned me around, holding me there as he used his right hand to undo his big black belt and unzipper the front of his big baggy red pants.

From what I could see of his face, he looked about 60 or more. He stood at about 6 foot high and his suit didn't require any stuffing to fill out the front.

"Take it out," he instructed, this time more sternly than before.

I hesitated.

"Take my cock out," he said again, squeezing both my shoulders.

I reached up, my hands shaking, and pulled down the front of his underwear. A thick greying black bush popped out and under that a hard cock. It was much longer than my 5 inch penis at about 8 inches, uncut, thin and pointed perfectly straight.

"You like that?" he said, breathing noticeably heavier now.

I nodded, mostly because I couldn't say no.

He reached down and pulled back his foreskin, revealing a small shiny bulb at the end of his pencil dick. The smell of musky crotch scent caught my nose and I thought about him sweating all evening in his hot costume.

He shifted his hips inward, pointing his long mancock toward me.

"Suck it," he said, as he put his hand on the back of my head and pushed my face toward it.

As if by natural reaction, my mouth opened and his dick went in. His hand stayed on the back of my head, pushing down so the end of his dick hit the back of my throat. I gagged a bit and tried to focus on controlling it. His dick was too long to fit in my mouth completely so I knew I had to get used to it hitting my throat. Luckily it wasn't thick...

Randy began pushing his hips into me, fucking my face while holding my head with two hands. I soon lost my balance and fell, now sitting on the floor, back against the wall and Randy repositioning himself, fucking my face and the back of my head hitting against the wall.

"Yeah," he grunted, taking it slow but not easy, getting rougher with each thrust.

After about 10 minutes, he pulls out of my mouth and looks down at me. I look up at him, the back of my head sore from being pushed against the wall. We say nothing.

He leans down, puts his hands under my armpits and with ease, lifts me to my feet and turns me around, forcing me into the wall again, my ear and cheek against the hard surface. I hear him spit a few times and then his dick pushes between my cheeks, hard, into my hole.

I yelp in pain, not expecting this, as he pushes himself deeper into me, his hairy hand covered my mouth.

He thrust himself, faster this time, fucking my ass as I stand helpless between him and the wall. Him still in his Santa suit and me fully naked.

"Fuck yeah," he says between his panting. "You got a nice tight ass."

His body weight pushed against me with each motion, his full 8 inches buried in my virgin hole, pumping faster and faster with each passing second until I feel his rod spasm inside me.

He let out a deep sigh, his moist hot breath hitting my face.

He lay his head on the back of my head as he pushed himself two, three, four more times, slowly inside me before pausing and backing up, pulling his dick out of my ass.

I stumbled over to the bench where my clothes sat, feeling his jizz leaking out of my hole, not wanting to make eye contact with him.

He came over to me, his flaccid dick swinging in front of him, a droplet of cum hanging from it.

He held his dick in one hand, pulling his foreskin back squeezing it, pushing more cum out and grabbed my head with his other hand and pulled my face into it, his cum on my lips.

"Nice boy," he said as he zipped his pants and buckled his big black belt.

"See you tomorrow little elf."

And he was gone.