Massage By Santa by Pat Lewis

"This Santa loves the taste of cream. Sit on my lap and - naughty or nice - I'll reward you with a hard ride. I want you to be good for me." The power was out on Christmas eve. It was cold outside. The fire was roaring. Jay should return home but what was the point? Why return to an empty and cold house? There was no one waiting for him. His neighbor's gay Christmas party was far more inviting. Aiden, his older neighbor, was the perfect host. The party was over and they were cuddled up in front of the fire. How could Jay say no to a massage? But did Aiden have to keep his Santa suit on? It left nothing to the imagination. Jay was so pent up - a straight skinny nerd like him had no luck. Starved for affection, he was happy with just a hug. Or so he told himself. His hardening length didn't get the memo. Jay didn't want to be naughty. He wanted to be good. He'd be good for Aiden. He'd do anything asked of him. Even sit on Aiden's lap and get himself filled in more ways than one.