[Winter Contest Entry 2015] A White Christmas

It is Christmas Eve, and the time steadily approaches midnight.

Legend says that by carrying out a ritual by your fireplace, an omnipotent wish-granting entity can be summoned who will give you one present depending on whether you have been †˜naughty’ or †˜nice’ throughout the year.

Leo was definitely leaning more towards the †˜naughty’ side.

Placing his empty glass before him, he continued to furiously masturbate to the cold, hard wooden floor. If he really put his mind to it, he could imagine thrusting his manrod into the alluring cracks on the ground. A jolt of pleasure ran through his spine as he steadily approached the moment of no return.

He had been building up his juice for several weeks, letting it ferment inside his ball-sack. The legendary †˜Santa’ deserved only the finest †˜milk’, packed with the healthiest mix of proteins, glucose and amino acids. Leo desperately hoped that the legends were true, otherwise he’d have some serious explaining to do.

As he felt his prostate gland contract, signaling the approach of his climax, he quickly crouched over the glass and released. Galleons of white, frothy goodness exploded from his one-eyed snake, filling the glass up to the very rim. The smell of his life force left him dizzy as he slumped backwards, catching his breath.

It was almost time.

He carefully placed the glass of †˜milk’ before the fireplace, right in the middle of the pentagram he’d drawn in crayon on the ground. Opening a packet of cheap cookies, he arranged them meticulously next to the glass.

Now, all that was left was to wait.

Leo imagined what sort of being Santa was. Was it a he or a she? How old were they? What were their measurements?

He’d almost lost himself in his fantasies when the sound of something moving in the chimney snapped him back to reality. He waited with (mastur)bated breath as the sounds travelled down towards the fireplace.

A second later it landed with a thud, sending black soot everywhere. Leo coughed, waving his hands to clear away the dust.

When it finally dissipated, his mouth dropped open in shock.

Santa was his worst nightmare. An old, morbidly obese man dressed in a costume too tight for his body, lugging a sack of god-knows-what behind him. His shaggy beard was white – Leo couldn’t tell if it was from age, or from drinking semen.

“Ah!” the man grunted, letting out a fart. “You must be Leo.”

He bent down and chugged down the glass of †˜milk’, letting out a burp. “Mmmm… this is the best milk I’ve tasted yet. It’s got all the freshness of a virgin, complete with his desperation and inexperience. A fine cocktail indeed.”

Leo could only watch as †˜Santa’ finished the cookies in one gulp. “Now let’s see if you’ve been naughty or nice this year, Leo.”

He pulled out a long list from the cleavage between his breasts, letting it unroll across the floor.

“Hmm… Leo… Leo… Leo… Ah! There you are!”

His eyes narrowed behind his spectacles as he finished reading.

“My my, Leo… You’ve been very naughty this year. Masturbating five times daily… sniffing your grandmother’s underwear… hiding cameras inside your neighbor’s bathroom…”

He rolled up the list. “You qualify for a naughty gift, my boy. What would you like?”

Leo swallowed and opened his mouth. “I-I want to lose my virginity!”

Santa raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

Leo nodded. “Yes, please!”

Sighing, the old man dropped his sack. “Alright then. It’s been a while since I’ve done this…”

He began to unbuckle his belt. An old, saggy thing poked its head out from a forest of white.

“W-wait! What are you doing?”

Santa ignored him, taking out a bottle from his pocket. “Let’s see… this should do it. Christmas brand Viagra, sure to make your pole face north-“

“Stop!” Leo cried. “I meant lose my virginity to a hot girl, not you!”

“…”

Santa stopped, the pills still in his hand. “Boy. Once you’ve declared what present you want, it’s too late. Now BEND OVER!”

The jolly look was gone. Without hesitation, he swallowed half the bottle and tossed it to the side. Immediately, his obese body began to ripple beneath his clothes. The wrinkles on his face disappeared as his fat became muscle. The man was aging backwards before Leo’s very eyes.

“Ahh… it feels good to be young again,” Santa grunted, flexing his biceps. Even though his hair and beard were still white, he now had the look of a sixty year-old who had been training his body every year from birth. “Now let’s just give junior here a bit of a kick-start…”

He slapped his bush. Leo watched in horror as the shriveled and miserable excuse of a north pole extended to a monstrous length. A bead of sweat glistened down its polished length – this wasn’t just a pole anymore, it was a lethal weapon.

“C’mere, boy!”

Leo threw himself out of the way as Santa swung his mighty pole downwards, punching a hole in the floor.

“N-No way…!” he cried.

Santa yanked it out with a roar and turned to face the boy. “Just bend over, and it will be over before you know it!”

“Never!”

Leo fled through the dining room to his parents’ door.

“HELP! MUM! DAD!”

He slammed his fist against the door, but it didn’t open.

“Go back to bed, Leo- OH! YES!”

“Your mother and –ARRGH – I are –UGHHH- busy!”

“YES THAT’S THE SPOT!”

Leo banged his head against the door in frustration. “God damnit…”

So this was where he got his sex drive from…

“Where are ya, boy?”

Reminded again of his dilemma, he fled around to the kitchen. He needed a weapon – and a kitchen knife was perfect.

“Stay back!” he warned.

The ominous shadow of Santa loomed across the corner. Leo backed away from the doorway as the Christmas spirit emerged, his pole trailing behind him.

“Stay back, or I’ll use this!” Leo cried again.

Santa smirked. “Heh… you can try.”

Bringing his pole up, he swung it in a mighty arc towards Leo. Reflexively bringing up the knife to block, he was shocked as it shattered into pieces, shortly before Santa’s pole went slamming into his stomach.

All the breath left his body as he was flung back into the living room. He had never expected Santa’s rod to be so powerful. It had to be the Viagra.

Slowly crawling to his feet, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye.

“You can’t run forever,” the old man’s voice called out. “You’re going to have to accept the consequences of your wish sooner or later.”

Leo turned to face Santa as he stepped into the living room once again. There were bruises and scratches along his girth, but it still stood resolutely to attention.

“I guess this is my only hope,” Leo grunted.

He opened the bottle of Christmas brand Viagra which he’d picked up and chugged down the contents.

Immediately he felt his snake roar as fire flooded through him, even though he’d masturbated just a few minutes ago. His balls expanded, filling up his pistol with enough ammo and pressure to shoot the roof. For the first time, a look of doubt crossed Santa’s face.

“You may have the advantage of youth,” Santa growled. “But I have experience.”

Leo took a step forward to balance himself, gripping his snake – no, leviathan in his right hand.

“I will end this in one stroke,” he declared.

Santa held his pole in both hands. “We shall see.”

With that, he kicked off the ground. Leo widened his stance, facing his opponent as the distance between them closed. If Santa hit him even once with that weapon, he was a goner.

There was only one way to win.

Bringing his bulging right arm (which was stronger than his left) to the tip of his cannon, he pulled it downwards with one firm stroke. The nuclear reactions in his sperm factory intensified to an unbearable level as he felt his white fighters yearning to be free.

Santa’s eyes narrowed as he realized what was about to happen, but it was too late. There was no turning back.

“GRAAAAAAAAGH!”

He brought his Johnson around, but it was already over.

Aiming his cannon, Leo hydro pumped the contents of his reserves straight into Santa’s chest. The torrent of semen blasted a hole through the man, sending him flying out the window and onto the lawn. Staggering as his tower began to crumble, Leo managed to stay upright as his urethra dispelled all traces of the foreign substance.

Small white flecks were beginning to drift down outside. It was snowing – or so Leo thought until one of the snowflakes landed on his lips. It was just the remains of his semen from before.

As the white blanket slowly but steadily began to form over the grass, Leo stopped before Santa’s prone body.

“I’m sorry it had to be this way,” he said.

Santa shook his head. “No. It is I who failed in my duty. Santa will not be pleased.”

Leo nearly choked on his own spit. “Wait… you’re not Santa?”

The dying man turned his head. A pool of blood was already flowing from where he had been blasted, dyeing the †˜snow’ on the ground bright red.

“No… I am merely one of her elves. Otherwise, she would never deliver all her gifts on time.”

As these words left his mouth, there was a distant jingling – the jingling of bells. Leo looked off to the distance - there was a silhouette fast approaching, a silhouette which consisted of nine beasts driving a flying sleigh. A red beacon appeared to be glowing from the beast in the lead.

“Ah… that must be her.”

Leo hesitantly stepped backwards as the sleigh arrived, landing on his front yard. Now that he could see them clearly, he realized the nine beasts were reindeer – and the beacon was a glowing red nose attached the leader.

From the sleigh, a fair-haired woman leapt off. She was dressed in a similarly colored outfit to the dying man on the ground, except this one revealed a lot more skin. She caught Leo’s hungry eyes as she stopped before the man, bending down to close his eyes.

“Rest in peace, my helper. Your sacrifice will not be forgotten.”

She closed her own eyes for a moment before facing Leo.

“You, boy. Why did you do this?”

“I fumbled my wish. He had to fulfil it, so the only way I could get out of it was by defeating him.”

The †˜real’ Santa narrowed her eyes. “Do you know what happens to those who reject my generosity?”

She stepped right up to Leo’s face. He could see her voluptuous bust practically spilling out of her clothes, and it was stirring his manhood like nothing before, even though he had already come twice.

“There is no taking back a request. I will personally give you your present, every Christmas from now on. That will teach you to be careful what you wish for.”

She eyed Leo’s crotch, licking her lips. Around them, the †˜snow’ continued to fall.

It was going to be a very white Christmas.