THE SECRET SANTA GIFT
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM
The office party was going on as usual, the same faces I'd seen all day every day for the last year or more, the Personnel Director was getting drunk as usual, the Sales Manager was getting shot down for dates (well, that's the polite word for what he was inviting them on) by the girls in the secretarial pool, you could see him working his way down a list in his head of the girls in order of his opinion of their beauty. Their marital status didn't seem to be a factor in his approach, near as I could tell.
Me, I was watching Seth Watkins. Young guy in Advertising, more beautiful than handsome, with blond hair, blue eyes, pale skin, muscles carefully sculpted by regular hours and frequent visits to the gym, if he had been the one ticking the girls down a list, he would have scored by now. But he wasn't smiling, he had this sort of lost-puppy look on his face that I understood perfectly. All the presents had been given out, and he hadn't gotten one. He had covered it up pretty well, only I knew or noticed his discomfort and puzzled displeasure. You see, everyone had drawn names a week ago out of a hat for who they'd buy presents for in the office and I had drawn his. Well, I had traded with the guy who had gotten his name, because I had the perfect gift for him. I was just waiting for the right time to give it to him.
The party was winding down, and Seth had given up trying to recapture the good mood he'd had when he first came in. All the people with the presents and the wrapping paper strewn about everywhere he looked. It had to grate on a person.
He set down his cup and started to depart, I arranged to be at the exit by him as he got to it. "Seth."
Seth looked up at me. I'm a good four inches taller than him, and when I look at people, they know they're being looked at. I'm no pretty boy like Seth, I'm more the man they make themselves pretty for. Brawny instead of muscular, large instead of sculptured, hairy instead of hairless, animalistic instead of godlike, earthy instead of ethereal. My brown hair was a poorly kempt mop I cut at a barber, not styled at a salon, and a bushy mustache under it declared I didn't give a rat's ass about what people thought. "Leaving now, Seth?" I asked.
When I ask someone a question, they treat it as a demand. "Yes, sir. Get a head start on traffic." It was Friday night and everyone was cutting out early, even though Christmas itself was a good six days off, next Thursday. Parties like this are always done the Friday evening at least one week before Christmas. If they do them any later, everyone cuts out instead of attending.
"Don't forget your present." I said.
His mouth worked and I knew he was trying to figure out how to say it. "I guess Sheila got my name." was how he delivered it. Sheila was a girl from the secretarial pool and had called in with a head cold this morning. "I didn't get one tonight. Guess she'll give it to me on Monday."
"Nu-uh." I shook my head. "I got your name. You come with me now, I'll give it to you."
"Oh." he considered this. "Okay, thanks."
"My office." I said and led the way. I didn't look to see if he was following me or not. He would. When I tell people to come with me, they come. Can't help themselves. It's like a rat in front of a snake, they just stand there and wait to be taken. And Seth was right behind me, I knew.
My office was at the end of the hall, a solid oak door with no window, my own choice. I don't like to be stared in at by whoever happens to want to look at me. And a lock to which the office manager only thought she had a key.
I held the door for Seth and let him inside. He was looking about, for the brightly wrapped package, or the item too big to carry into the party or whatever. But there was only my desk, cleared of papers which normally covered it and my file cabinets and such. He looked around at me as I entered behind him and closed the door, locked it, stood there looking at him.
He had to ask. "So...where's my present?"
"Right here." I told him and grabbed his tie and used it to yank him to me. Kissed those soft pink lips of his while his eyes, wide and frightened, looked into mine. My arms went around him and one hand caught a buttock and jerked him toward me, our groins collided. Just in case he had any doubts about what his present was.
"Mmph, mhh, uh!" he gasped as I let go of his lips, but nothing else. I turned him around and threw his upper body over the desk. Those slender hips wouldn't let a belt prevent the pants from being stripped down them. He could have struggled, but only rested on his elbows as I flipped up his jacket and caught his waistband and yanked on them hard. They were tight as paint on his body, but couldn't hold up to my hands, I got them down to his knees and went back for the briefs.
"What are you doing?" he finally managed to choke out.
"Giving you your present." I growled. "Throw you over my desk and fuck you hard. Isn't that what you wanted?"
"Huh?"
"At that bar a couple weeks ago." I reminded him. "The Pink Pepper. You were with your friends and talking about what you'd really like for Christmas. Didn't know Vic was there, listening to you, did you?
"No." the word was a whisper.
"He told me all about it. You were laughing and drinking and probably thought it was just a joke. I know Vic thought so. So--was it just a joke? If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so. Shall I stop?"
His briefs came down easily and I stuck a finger into my mouth, wet it quickly, and probed at his ass. I've done this plenty of times before, sometimes just this rough, and my fingertip found the mark without hesitation. I got the very tip of it into his ass. "Shall I stop?" I asked him again.
"No." came the whisper again. "No, please, no."
Those words could have been a plea to not stick it in him, but I could tell. I jammed in it and he crooned, his head raised up and moaning. I wormed it around inside him, stretching him. "Nice, tight ass you got, Seth. Had many other cocks up it before?"
"Only...only two." he said.
"Ever had one crammed in there real hard?"
"No." he sighed.
I undid my pants, letting the belt buckle ring, the zipper rasp, so he could hear it coming. "You're about to get one. Last chance to back out if you're going to, because when I get it in there, I'm not going to stop until I load your ass full. You got me?" I had my cock out now and hawked spit onto my palm and greased the glans with it.
"I got you." he breathed huskily. "Do it. Do it now, man. Do it now!"
"You got it." I said and aimed my cock at that tiny pink tucker between his creamy buttocks. I didn't warn him when I shoved it in, just a thrust of my hips and it was tearing into him.
"AH-HAH-AH-HAHHHHH!" He groaned as I drove it into him. "AHHHH-ahhhhhh-ah!" That last a slowly decreasing sound that slid down into a whisper and then silence as the last of his breath left him.
"You got it, Seth." I grumbled in his ear. "My hard cock driven all the way in you. You like that? You like my cock driven all the way in you?"
"Uhhhhh!" was his only answer. I took it to mean yes.
"Then you're going to love this." I said and I began to fuck him. Nothing easy or gentle about it, I was ramming his butt but good. When a bull mounts a cow, he doesn't nibble her ear or move it in gently for a while first so she can get used to it. He shoves it in and starts hunching her, and that was what I was doing, hunching Seth's ass.
"Ah-hah-ah-hah-ah-hah!" Seth grunted as my thrusts shook him back and forth. "Ohh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!" Ah-hah-hah-ah-ah-ah!"
"Take it, Seth, take my hard cock, I'm going to cream your butt full and you're going to love it. Been saving up this load for a week so I could fill your butt-stocking but good. Here's your secret Santa gift, but my name ain't Nick!"
"Ah-ah-hah-hah-hah!" Seth's tones were picking up body. Not louder, just fuller. He was getting his rocks going, they'd be corking off any second now. When you fuck like this, it don't take long to make the guy squirt. They're caught up in the raw bestiality of the sex like this, they ride up their mountain of climax and dive off the cliff at the other side, screaming into the void of orgasm. My own glory, it rode on their body's reaction to my thrusts, when they came, I came.
I could speed it up, though. "I'm coming, Seth, you little piece of fuckable ass-toy. I'm about to spray your butt so full you'll taste it in the back of your mouth. Get ready to taste it, cause here it comes, right now, ah-hah-ah-ah!" I was faking that. Waiting for him to give up first.
"Ah-ah-ah! AH!" Seth promptly answered.
"Ah-HAH-AH-UH!" I chimed in. "I'm coming, coming, COMING!"
"AH-HAH-UNH-GUHHHHH-HUHHHHH!" Seth's spunk made a splattering sound against the metal wall of my desk.
"CUHH-UHH-UHHH-UUUUHHHHHHH, MUHHHHH!" And I loaded him just like I promised. My cock exploded into him, big fat globs of man-goo blasting out of my cock and into his hot bowels, so much that it dribbled out around the edges as I pulled back with each stroke, keeping my intensity going, and rode my orgasm like a wild stallion as I sprayed my ejaculate into and onto him and him moaning, panting, sweating underneath me.
Done, Seth sagged down onto the desk, his fingers gripping the far side of it to hold himself upright as I finished my own joyride and held his butt with my sweaty fingers on each sweat-slicked hip, and my heavy breaths shook my chest as I watched Seth heaving beneath me.
"Ohhh, oh man!" Seth grunted. "That was so fucking hot!"
"Merry fucking Christmas." I growled to him.
He straightened up and pulled up his pants, fumbled as he had to undo his belt and zipper to get them refastened. Stumbled, fixed them, and turned around, an angelic smile on his face. "Hey, Travis, I...."
My face froze, hard. "My name is Mr. McGovern to you!"
He realized his error, backed off. "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir."
"You wanted your present, you got your present. Now get out of here. I got to get to work now, and will be working tomorrow afternoon as well. I don't have no time for trash like you."
"Yes, sir. Only," Seth paused, until I looked up. "I've never been to the Pink Pepper in my life. I don't know who Vic saw and heard there, but it wasn't me. Not that I'm complaining. I loved my present."
"Good. Now get the hell out!"
Seth got out, and I got my papers out and back to work. Good thing the little bastard hadn't creamed on my desk. I would have had to mop it up. As it was...leave it as a reminder to him of his secret Santa gift.
The next afternoon, I was working at my desk, true to form. A new account had just come in and there's always a lot of setting up for me to do when we get one. One reason I was such a bastard in my love life was that my job didn't give me a lot of time for socializing. Either I fucked a guy quick and hard or I didn't have time for him. You need time and energy to romance someone, and that was in short supply in my life. And it wasn't going to ease up any time soon. If the market wasn't so sucky, I might have looked for another job, as it was, I was stuck, weekend work and all. I was alone far as I knew and not listening for anyone. Who comes in on the weekend before Christmas when they don't have to?
So I was surprised to hear a voice clearing its throat. Looked up.
"Hello, sir." Seth said.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I growled. "I done gave you your present yesterday."
"I know." Seth said. "But I didn't get you anything."
"You weren't supposed to. My secret Santa gift came from Maryann." I told him. "A bottle of after shave." A totally awful gift, every gift I ever got at the office secret Santa gift exchange sucked.
Seth was walking around my desk. He was wearing a pair of sweatpants and sweatshirt over sneakers. I didn't say anything about that, I was in a workshirt and jeans myself. "But I'm allowed to give you a present for Christmas, aren't I?" His hands were bare of any gift.
I considered this. "I guess so."
Seth pulled off his sweatshirt in one gesture and when his hands came down, they shucked down his sweatpants. Quick as that, he was naked to his ankles and stepped on the sneakers with the other's toes to pull them and the pants off at the same time to finish the job. "Hope you don't mind me unwrapping it for you." he smiled.
I smiled at him, not a friendly smile but the one that tells a man "I own you" and scooted forward on my chair, to make my crotch visible and accessible. "I don't know." I said. "You haven't finished unwrapping it yet." And a gesture at my basket to make my meaning clear.
Seth finished his unwrapping and knelt briefly to grease my dong with his spit before he got straddle of me and started squatting down. "I really loved your present." He sighed as my cock penetrated him again. "Do you like mine?"
"The best present of all." I told him.
"Yeah?"
"The one that keeps on giving, night after night after night." I told him.
"And maybe in the afternoons now and then." Seth agreed.
"So shut up and get to fucking yourself." I told him and he eagerly obeyed.
This year's office secret Santa gift exchange hadn't turned out too bad after all.
THE END
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