Connor, dressed as Santa Clause

RIA

With an excited shriek, I hopped up out of my chair, sprinted across the room, and flung open the door to greet—

“Connor!”

My hunky friend was dressed in a full-on Santa costume, complete with a long white beard.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

He stepped inside, not breaking character. But, even with that jolly red suit on, there was no disguising Connor’s broad shoulders, nor the godlike size of his arms.

“I came to deliver a very special present to a very special little girl—but I’m not sure if she’s been naughty or nice this year.”

“Definitely naughty!” Lois called out.

Her voice drew Connor’s attention to the three cute girls in the room behind me.

“I thought you’d be alone by now,” he whispered. “Wasn’t really planning on doing this for a whole audience.”

“You weren’t planning on doing what for a whole audience?”

His eyes twinkled mischievously, “Just go take a seat.”

I did. I ran back into the living room with my three girlfriends and sat down next to Becky on the couch.

“What’s going on?” Becky asked anxiously.

Connor stomped into the middle of the room with his big black boots and waved at us:

“My goodness! What have we here? It’s a whole house full of young ladies from my naughty list. What do you all want in your stockings this year?”

I smirked, “How about you?”

The others all eagerly agreed.

“Well then,” he chuckled, plugging his iPod into the speakers on my mantle, “Here comes Santa Clause!”

The speakers burst to life playing some super-cheesy porn music, and Connor started dancing. He made his way over to me and really made an exhibition of himself, rolling his body and flexing his hips into my face.

The girls cheered.

I couldn’t believe I hadn’t seen this coming. I should have expected it the second I suggested that Tracy be a stripper for Shane.

To the delight of everyone, Connor’s clothing started coming off almost immediately. He tossed aside his gloves, unbuckled his belt, and then slowly unzipped his jacket. He wasn’t wearing a shirt underneath it, so by the time that jacket fell to the carpet, Connor’s muscular torso was on full display—covered only by his fake beard and the suspenders holding up his pants. I couldn’t help but notice that he had waxed for the occasion, leaving his chest perfectly smooth.

So yummy…

“Rawr!” Lois called out. The rest of us were so nervous we couldn’t stop laughing.

I watched jealously as Connor strolled over to Katie—she was so shy she could barely bring herself to look at him—and he placed her shaking hands on his pecs.

She was timid at first, but even shy girls have hormones. Before long, Katie’s hands were all over him, nervously groping his six-pack and squeezing his biceps.

Then Connor kicked off his boots and moved on to Lois, giving her the same privilege. Lois was more daring, hooking her finger inside Connor’s waistband and pulling it open to peek inside—

“Nuh-uh!” Connor chided, pulling her hand away before she could get a good look at what he was packing.

He unsnapped one of his suspenders, and his baggy red pants partially slipped down over his hip—revealing the chiseled line of his pelvis, the top half of his butt, and a tiny strip of red velvet fabric that must have been his underwear.

That earned him another round of cheers.

I felt myself getting wet with anticipation. Sure, I’d seen Connor without his shirt on before, at the beach, but he’d always left everything else to the imagination.

He made his way over to the couch, standing between Becky and me, grabbing a hand from each of us and letting us simultaneously feel up his naked chest and arms. Connor urged my hand down to the other buckle of his suspenders—the only thing holding up his pants at this point—and I unsnapped it.

His pants dropped like a curtain, revealing toned legs and an indestructibly firm ass. But that wasn’t even the best part. Instead of normal underwear—or even a simple g-string—Connor’s sizeable penis was covered by what looked like a long, pointy Santa Clause hat.

There was so much sexual tension in the room, the unexpected visual gag hit the four of us like an atombomb. We laughed so hard, tears were coming out.

Pleased with our reaction, Connor started dancing more enthusiastically than ever. He shook his hips, causing his cock to swing back and forth like a pendulum. He spun around, wiggling his ass right in our faces. He grabbed our hands, rubbing them up and down every inch of his body, back and front. When I finally got my hands on his ass, I didn’t want to let go.

The entire time, all four girls were laughing, cheering, and getting visibly hornier every second.

Tired of waiting for her turn, Lois got up and dragged Katie over to the sofa with Becky and I, so that everyone could play with Connor at the same time.

“Mmm!” Becky moaned.

Out of the corner of my eye, I was shocked to see that she was actually LICKING the guy, all over his chest. Not saying a single word, the rest of us followed suit, kissing and tonguing every exposed inch of male skin that we could find. Even shy little Katie got in on the action, playfully sucking on Connor’s nipples. Only the bits covered by his novelty g-string seemed off limits, but Lois let her tongue get dangerously close.

I pulled off his hat and beard, wanting to see my friend’s handsome face, and Connor responded by hungrily kissing me on the lips.

By the time the music ended, all the women were flushed and panting with arousal, and Connor’s cock-sock Santa hat was pointing straight up at the ceiling.

I whispered in his ear, “Is that it? Or are we getting the Full Monty tonight?”

Katie had overheard what I’d just said and her eyes went wide. This was getting pretty wild, even for me, so I couldn’t imagine how a shy little mouse like her must have felt.

Connor turned to the other girls and asked, “I don’t know. Who here wants Santa to show you his candy cane?”