Page 22 of Sexted By Santa
SantaWantsYourChimney:Is that an invitation?
CadualDad:Depends. You gonna clean my chimney?
SantaWantsYourChimney:This photo makes me want to. With my tongue.
I groaned and squeezed my dick. My asshole clenched with longing. It had been a long time since I’d been fucked, much less rimmed. I’d gotten into pegging with an adventurous woman I’d dated a few times, and when I’d started hooking up with men after our breakup, I’d preferred to bottom.
There was nothing like it when it went right. Being pinned under another body, the intrusion, the sweet burn followed by the savory pleasure? There was something about taking a cock that gave me a more intense release.
I craved that again. But I couldn’t meet up with Santa, not with Tori in the next room.
CasualDad:Are you gonna repay me with another pic? I’m so hard right now.
SantaWantsYourChimney:I’d rather see more of you, but if you insist…
A few minutes elapsed and then another photo came through.
“Oh damn,” I whispered.
This was the more typical dick pic a lot of guys posted right on their profile or sent in place of a proper greeting. But because I’d seen the earlier pics, because we’d talked so much, my stomach flipped with excitement at the sight before me. This wasn’t just some dick. It was part ofhim.
As dicks went, it was nice. Good form, good size. Pale pink flushing to a ruddy rose. I wasn’t one to be overly concerned with the dimensions. As long as a man knew how to please a partner, his equipment didn’t matter much. There was no telling where Santa fell on that spectrum—but I liked to think he’d be capable enough, given his age and intellect.
I tapped out a quick response.My mouth is watering…
He replied.Give me another pic of you now.
An inspired idea came to me, and I changed my camera setting to video. This was going to be short and dirty, because Santa was waiting on my response. I angled the camera view to my cock and began working a fist up and down my shaft. I groaned as the pleasure spiked, all our flirtation and photos leading up to this moment.
“Feels so good,” I murmured as I stroked faster and harder. “Wish it was you.”
I couldn’t quite force myself to call him Santa. Not while keeping a straight face. And I was way too close to orgasm to ruin it with a laughing episode. I squeezed and tugged, letting the tension coil, until—
I came with a quiet gasp, cum spurting up to run over my fingers. I jerked with each pulse, breath loud in my own ears, as I was flooded with the best release I’d had in weeks. Not quite as good as a real hookup, but damn close. At least I felt something with Santa. The beginnings of a real friendship.
Which is why he can’t be Christian. He just can’t. That man and I havenevergotten along.
I sent the video, fumbling to avoid making a mess of my phone, and reached for tissues to clean up. Eventually, my heart calmed, and my breathing returned to normal. Santa had yet to reply though.
CasualDad;You still there?
SantaWantsYourChimney:I think you gave me a stroke. Holy hell.
CasualDad:I thought you might like it.
SantaWantsYourChimney: I really did. Almost as much as if you were here.
CasualDad:I wish…As a single parent, my schedule is pretty full.
SantaWantsYourChimney:I understand. Do you think we could have dinner or drinks, at least? On your schedule, of course. I’d like to see if we have the same chemistry in person.
There were plenty of reasons I should say no.
I’d have to leave Tori with Shirley, which I tried to avoid except when absolutely necessary. Taking some time for me, for sex, felt selfish. Also, I still couldn’t entirely discount the possibility that Santa could be Christian.
And yet, even before I lifted my phone to type a response, I knew I’d sayyes.
I was far too intrigued to refuse.
