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Mac Stevens and Santa's North Pole

Mac and Santa�s North Pole

("Santa�s North Pole" ? I saw this on a sign in front of a Mall and just had to write a little story! Happy Christmas!)

It was the night before Christmas and plenty of creatures were stirring in the police station. The place was always busy, but today especially as the station was hosting a local Toys for Tot s drive. Today they would be helping to hand out the toys. Everything was set, including Santa himself.

Mac bumped into Santa, or rather an older gentleman, half in his Santa suit, in the police locker. Mac �s locker was across from him. Almost immediately Mac could see the guy was quite a specimen, older, with a graybeard, but a nice upper body. He had kept in shape.

"Need a lot of padding for that suit buddy." Mac said with a smile. The man looked up from lacing his boots and smiled back.

"Hey there. Nick Klausen." That man said, reaching out his hand.
"Mac Stevens."

"Well Mac, looks like you ain�t so bad your self." The Man was standing now, and reached out to put his hand on Mac�s well-muscled chest, pausing for a moment to rub on of the police-stud�s nipple poking through the material.

"Yes, quite nice there boy. Tell me son, what does little Mac want for Christmas?"
Mac did a double take, his dick straining at his jeans. But he kept himself in check. Shit, he thought, I�d probably give the guy a heart attack if I told him what I want, or rather, in Mac�s case, took what he wanted. So he thought for a second, suddenly sobered by the man�s serious tone of voice.

"Well, you know Nick. One of these days I�m hopin to get a nice pair of motorcycle leathers, you know, pants, jacket."
"Ho, ho, ho! Damn son! A stud like you, and a motor cop too boot, and you don�t have weekend leathers! That�s a shame my son. Well, maybe if yer real good Santa will Bring you some." Nick winked at Mac, threw on his Santa jacket and walked out. Mac burst out laughing.

"Merry Christmas Nick!  Don�t let the little ones pee on you!"

Mac had just settled down for a long winter�s nap, wearing nothing, of course. His big policeman dick sticking straight up, forming a tent with the sheets. Mac had pumped out two loads of sweet cop cum but was just too tired to work out a third, having gotten home late from working the third shift. Mac�s massive chest rose and fell with his breathing as he dreamed about sugarplum muscle men.

Suddenly he awoke with a start and grabbed the pistol on his nightstand. He was pretty sure he heard a noise. He leapt out of bed and walked down the hall, his huge dick leading the way, ramrod stiff and straight. Mac found that the site of his well-muscled body and better-muscled cock scared robbers more than his pistol. The only other time he had caught someone entering the guy couldn�t stop staring at Mac�s dick. Mac used that opportunity to grab the guy and hustle him down to the station, about 8 hours later. He needed those eight hours to work the poor slob over!

Mac got to the end of the hall and peering around the corner into the living room. What to his wondering eyes should appear but that guy from the station!

"Nick! What the hell!" Mac sprung into the living room, leveling the gun at the old man, standing in the middle of the room. Mac�s eyes were wide in surprise. Nick was dressed head to toe in a motorcycle racing leather suit. It was mostly red with white trim and some black piping. Despite Nick�s age he filled out the suit very well. The old stud still had a great upper body that Mac could see defined beneath the tight leather. And Nick�s crotch looked like it still packed a punch.

Nick too look up in surprise.
"Whoa Mac! Don�t shoot me with that thing! And put the gun down too!" Nick cracked a smile, looking at Mac massive cop dick pointing straight at him.

"What the fuck Nick, I could�ve shot you! How did you get in here?"
"Don�t worry about that Mac. I thought I�d surprise ya."
"Well congratufuckulations Nick!"

"Easy boy, look over on the couch."
Mac turned to look at saw two large wrapped boxes sitting neatly on the couch.

"What the hell Nick?"
"Just open �em Mac."

Mac went over and picked up the boxes. They were heavy. Carefully he tore off the paper from the first box and opened it up. With a huge grin on his face he pulled out a heavy-duty black leather motor cycle jacket, complete with zippers and a huge collar for the wind.
"Damn Nick." Mac said softly.
"Open the other one boy." The old man quietly commanded.

Mac obeyed, this time pulling out a pair of black leather jeans. Mac gave a low whistle while his rock hard dick burped precum.

"Try em on boy, pants first. They might be a little tight at first, so I can help."

The jeans were tight, tight as shit Mac thought, just the way he liked �em. He had to suck in his gut and hold his breath as Nick helped him button the pair up, but when he was done the pants fit like a second skin.

"Now the jacket."

Mac lifted the heavy jacket onto his massive chest. When complete, the outfit made him feel sexier than he had ever felt in his life. His dick ached with hardness, trapped in the leather jeans. His nipples got hard as the jacket drifted back and forth across his chest.
"Go look in the mirror son."

Mac did and nearly came. He was the picture of a tough guy leather god, his pecs peeking out from underneath the jacket, his cock and balls forming and obscene bulge in his jeans. He saw and felt Nick reaching around from behind him to give a little pinch to his left nipple before letting his hands slide down to Mac�s crotch.

"Unghhhhhh!" Mac tossed his head back in sheet ecstasy.
"Easy son, don�t go off half cocked on me."

The older man came around and sank down on his knees in front of Mac.
"Got to get me just a taste son."
"Fuck Buddy, go right ahead, you may get more."
"Show some control office!" Nick gave Mac�s right pec a quick slap.

Nick lowered his mouth to the rigid outline of Mac�s dick in his jeans. He slowly licked the entire length of the shaft. To Mac is felt like heaven, this guy was sucking him off through his jeans. It was as if the pants were a second skin. Every scrape, every lick, was magnified a hundred times. Mac�s whole body shook with lust. He was a pure ball of horny stud cop dick.

Then without warning Mac groaned, his body shook and suddenly Mac�s Arms went around Nick�s head and shoved him into his crotch, his dick jerking violently underneath the entrapping leather.
"Unnnnnnggggghhhhhhggggggooooodddd!"

To Mac the orgasm seemed to go on forever, his balls were turned inside out and right side back again. He shot sperm from his toes as far as he could tell. After a minute or so Mac drifted back to earth to see a scowling Nick in front of him.

"Fuck son! You are a selfish piggy, ain�t cha."
"Sorry Sir, couldn�t help it!"
"You ain�t sorry yet boy. Bend over!"
"What!?"

"Don�t be a girl Mac, just bend over, you�ve had this coming for a long time!"
Mac slowly bent over, until he was double. Then, suddenly, with a loud SMACK, Nick�s hand landed on the flat of Mac�s leather jean clad ass.
"Owww!"
"Quiet boy!"
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK

Nick�s ministrations hurt like hell, each time Mac bit his lip. Soon his ass was burning, hot. But soon also he began to feel something else. Shit if Mac didn�t start to felt little shocks of sexual energy fly through his body everytime Nick spanked him! Within a minute or two his dick was once again rock hard. After a couple of minutes he groaned.

"What was that boy?"
"Unnnnnngggghhh, ohhhhhh,, unnnngghhh."
"Like this huh?"
"Oh goooooooood yes!"
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK

"Fuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkkkkkk, harder! HARDER!"
SMACK
SMACK!
SMACK!!!!!!!!!!

"FUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Mac screamed as his balls, from God-knows-where, pushed out another load of white-hot police man�s cum into his jeans. Nick stopped spanking and pulled Mac up.

"FUCK BOY! Don�t tell me�!"
"Yes, sir." Mac grinned sheepishly.

"Shit you are a cheap date stud! Tell you what, lie down now. On yer back. That�s it."
Mac lied down on the floor, looking up at Nick, who now straddled him. Slowly Nick undid the front zipper to the racing suit, exposing  a hairy but well muscled chest. Eventually the zipper got low enough that Nick could take out his big hard daddy cock. 10 inches of rock hard fuck meat bounced in the air above Mac.

"Shit Nick."
"Shut up boy, and just watch. Watch as a real man gets his balls off the old fashioned way, by good �ol jackin�!"
"Yeah buddy, stroke that hot daddy dick, come on, give up that load, give up that stud juice for Mac. Give it up fer yer boy!"
"Oh god yeah fuck toy! Youngin�s like you don�t know how to hold their dick in check, need control. Need to watch this geezer put you to shame. Oh fuck oh fuck yeah. See that fat dick head boy, full of sperm for you, soooooooo full. Can�t�.wait�much�longer."
"Shoot it fucker, come on, give Mac a nice Christmas treat!"
"Want it boy?"
"Yes."
"Yes what?!"
"YES SIR< SHOOT THAT DICK."
"Here it comes boy, HERE IT COMES!"
With a massive groan Nick let loose a torrent of sperm, load after load leaving his hard dick and splattering all over the prone leather clad muscle cop.

"SHIT  SHIT SHIT. Ugnh! Yeah, take it boy, oh yeah. That�s it boy, lick up daddy�s cum, come on. Taste it, that�s it. It will help you get back to sleep. Yeah baby, feel better now?"

"Fuck Nick, tastes good, like candy cane! Damn! Makin me feel little sleepy too�."
 

The next morning Mac woke up in his bed, his tree trunk dick rock hard, sticking straight up. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and sat up in bed.
"Fuck, that was some dream. Hot as shit man." He dropped his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, but what he saw made him stop short.

"What the hell?"

Laid out, neatly on the chair at the foot of his bed was a heavy par of black leather jeans and a big heavy black leather jacket.

"Well fuck me!" Mac walked over and picked up the jacket, breathe the smell in deeply. He put the jacket back down near his rock hard dick  and began to jack off with the jacket, the rough edges of the zippers sending electric shocks through his soft dick head. It was only  matter of a minute before he felt his balls bunch up and begin to shoot out a load of creamy white man jiz.

"This is the best Christmas ever!" Mac screamed as he unloaded!