Santa & His Helpers: Smudge

The fudge makers were known around the North Pole as being particularly handsome individuals. They were particularly charming and they put their charm to work making fudge. Smudge was selected as Santa’s chosen few and took his place on the sleigh with pride.

Smudge had to wander slightly after leaving the sleigh, nodding at the others with a pretentious smirk before disappearing away from them. He strode towards a gym, a group of guys locking up early since it was Christmastime after all. He poked his point head out from a garbage can and then followed the largest man as he went back to his car. He was obviously the owner and Smudge wanted him.

As he unlocked his car, Smudge snuck in the other side, struggling ever so slightly to close the door behind him as the gym stud threw his bag in the trunk. He paused for a moment and then continued to get into the vehicle. Once he was in and distracted by his phone, selecting a playlist for the ride home, Smudge swung himself to the front seat and quickly started shoving himself in his mouth.

”What the fuck?” The guy said as he pulled him out rather easily. Smudge had miscalculated, but he had a back up plan. From his pocket he pulled out a small pile of glitter and blew it in his face, causing him to drop Smudge and cough as he inhaled a couple of sparkly pieces. Quickly, Smudge crawled underneath his shirt, quickly admired the handsome man’s abs, and then shoved his face into his belly button. The man moaned as he beat down on his shirt, but Smudge had just enough time to get half way in before the man got the glitter out of his eyes. Smudge wiggled his way in and the man tensed his body as Smudge’s shoes disappeared inside of his navel, the man arching forward as the elf took control.

”Bellissimo.” He said as Smudge came to, adjusting the rearview to get a look. He swiped through his phone, some of the photos taken recently of his newly acquired body. He wanted a bigger mirror and walked back into the gym, using his keys to gain entry. He quickly found the gym showers, washed off the glitter he threw on his now hunky body and then found his reflection gawking in the mirrors. As he slipped on a pair of shorts, he pulled out his phone and snapped some more photos of his ripped physique.

He slipped his phone in his pocket and pushed down the waistband on his shorts. His hard cock sprung to attention and he twist his body in the mirror trying to look at the muscle from all angles. He turned so that his ass was facing the mirror and he massaged the heavy mounds, feeling them tense under his fingers. He turned back to the mirror, pushing his cock on top of the counter and then then jerking it off with a couple of grunts. Flexing in the mirror, he stared at himself as he beat his meat, turned on by the full display of vanity. All of his muscles tensed and with a growl he exploded onto the counter in front of him, convulsing from the pleasure as the last few spurts trickled out of the top of his cock. As his cum dribbled out of him, he posed a couple more times and then returned to getting dressed.

Back in the car, he winked in the rear view mirror and started up the engine, feeling the vibrations in his fingers as he gripped the steering wheel. He picked a jingle bell out of his pocket and placed it on the passenger seat, knowing he wasn’t going to need it until he got his fill of this body around town. Fudge is fun, but burying his new cock in a hunks ass was going to be even better.