His strokes slowed down slightly as he felt his hair stand on end as a slight tingle started coursing through his skin. Adding to the hazy and hornyness he was experiencing, he was suddenly having a very hard time focusing on anything, his eyes
"Whoa, this feels- WHOA-" He exclaimed as he turned around and saw another man there. The startle did serve to knock his brain back to functionality and he realized how bad his position was: coat opened at the front exposing his furry torso, one hand tweaking a nipple and another down his pants stroking his huge hard on.
The man was partly obscured by shadows, but his sillouette was visibly thin and not very tall. The man approached silently, stepping into the lit living room. His features illuminated, he had a wiry sparse beard and a very slight build with a small beer belly. His face looked feminine, despite the facial hair, even so, he looked to be in his mid thirties, definitely not a child, noted Santa.
"Oh, I'm very sorry, you see, I was just... I didn't mean, the milk- I'm-" Santa stammered, being caught on his job? It had happened before, he should know how to deal with it but right now for some reason he just couldn't pull himself together. The man kept getting closer, his face not angry, he seemed amused, with a curious but determined look on his face as he silently approached the massive older man.
As Santa stammered a mix of excuses and apologies he felt the haze starting to creep back in from the corner of his mind. He tried backing slowly towards the fireplace, so he could make a hasty retreat but found himself staring at the man in front of him. Something about him just seemed so entrancing. He thought, as he felt his dick slowly rising again.
The man was so close now, Santa even tried stepping backwards in fear of what this man was doing to him, but was stopped when he placed a small hand on his powerful shoulder. He felt the man slightly squeeze his traps as his dick throbbed back into full mast.
"I'm sorry, I feel strange, I should probably go-" The older man caught his breath as the guy placed a hand on his exposed furry belly, caressing it slightly, running his hands through the white strands that covered his big but hard belly. The touch felt electric, sending him back into a blissfull state. He wanted more, he wanted the man to touch him more.
He didn't resist when the hand on his shoulder pulled him forward into a kiss. In fact, he pressed against the unknown man, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him tight against his body, feeling the smaller man's body pressed against his exposed torso. The tingling feeling returned as he lost himself on the kiss. His tongue clashing with the other man's for a while until he realized it felt better when he let the other man explore his mouth instead.
The man explored his partner's larger body with his hands, he had quickly removing the robe that covered the other man's back and arms, and was now groping and caressing his naked form. Until he stopped abruptly, as if he had remembered something. He broke the kiss off and pushed the larger man back into the sofa, and as Santa fell back into it he took some time to appreciate his work.
Drinking in the older male's sight, his bushy beard framing a beet red face, the bulging muscles covered by a generous layer of fat and the hairy chest that rested above a less hairy belly. Yes. He noticed that even as he stared at it, the treasure trail coming up from his pants seemed to be thinning off slowly. It was working.