NOTE: The first five paragraphs set up the story, it is after that my total gunging is described for your enjoyment.

My buddy Desmond really does have a good heart, and wants to help the world; but honestly that hot little stud just can't seem to get out of his own way. Unfortunately, things don't always work out like he planned but I give him credit for always having some ideas and a great attitude. So, when he sent me a DM saying he heard of a low-key bar that was having a holiday themed night and he wanted to take me as a way of saying thanks for always being a good sport in helping him out I was psyched.

I decided that I was going to wear this pair of black 180 Zipper Super Skinny Stretch Jeans one last time (I was given them one time when I was doing a job as a favor to TK and the client rip-striped me). They were really old, faded, had some rips, but were also super skin tight. Since I was going out with Desmond I wouldn't need a wallet or keys, which is good as nothing extra would fit in the pockets - they were molded to me. I had been good about avoiding extra treats and had been hitting the gym, so I figured now is the time. I decided on this deep scoop neon tank that only came down as far as the top of the jeans and really didn't cover my pierced nipple, but did match my thread bare swimmers jock, so I grabbed a LS shirt, but it was way too tight to button. I threw on a really old pair of Asics and a ball cap backwards. I was out the door and over at my buddy's, who was waiting for me.

He said that we were going to a place called Open Seat, a place that he had learned about from one of his boss's clients. It was an out-of -the-way, back-alley bar that I hadn't heard of but Desmond said he had been to before. He told me that it was really low key. When we went in this nondescript back door, it was a big open space. There was a long bar along the back wall and there was a make-shift stage in the middle.. The place was packed, We headed back to the bar and this cute tanned and very fit blond twink in a very tight speedo that has Santa on the front winks at Desmond and asked him if he is interested in the house draft, which comes along with the chance for a free bar-tab for the night as well as being able to enter into a contest.for a cash prize at the end of the night. This was right up Desmond's alley but before I could say anything, Desmond assured me that he would compete for the bartab (I knew that he was flat-broke usually). All he had to do was get up on stage, pull a slip from the hat and complete the task. It was all starting at 9.

At 9, the bartender called all of the guys up to the stage. Everyone of them was HOT: a couple of them had on really short shorts, two leather studs in a harness. He assured them that everyone was going to be a winner. The first guy had to name the other item - The Holly and the _____. He guessed berry. Wrong. He was given another chance if he took off his shirt, which revealed a ripped 6-pack. Among all of the hollers and cheers, the audience was encouraged to call out the answer - Ivy. He won, but he had to wear a hat that was covered in fake holly and ivy. The rest of the games continued on like that. One guy had to wear a red nose, for Rudolph; antler's for naming the reindeers; a santa hat; a tophat for Frosty.

Next, the bartender announced that it was time for the contest with a $500 cash prize and a $500 bartab. I saw Desmond look at me pleading - how bad could it be? Before I could even reconsider, Desmond volunteered me. I went up on stage and the bartender told me that the guys were going to sing Open Seat's version of the 12 Days of Christmas and I would collect the gifts. Easy enough. A screen lowered behind me with the words in case they didn't know theml

On the first day of Christmas, a hot guy gave to me ... a pie in the face.
Before I could even react the first stud walked up to me with a big creamy pie and slammed it into my face. Cream went flying everywhere. The audience went wild. He returned and the song continued.
On the second day of Christmas, a hot guy gave to me ... a pie sandwich, and a pie in the face.
Enough cream had dripped off of my face that I could see this stud in black tights with an enormous bulge walk up with two pies that completely engulfed my head so I didn't even see the shirtless stud with huge pecs nail me with the pie but I felt it as he slid the pie plate up making sure to push my ball cap off of my head to replace it with the pie tin. It was muffled, but I could hear the audience cheering at this. This was really turning me on, but I wasn't sure what to do ... I was starting to get hard but there was absolutely no way to hide this and if I tried to adjust it I would be putting on another show for the guys. So, I stood there with a huge bulge in the front of my jeans. The guys continued on the song ...
On the third day of Christmas, a hot guy gave to me ... a trifle to the butt, a pie sandwich, and a pie in the face. A guy in football-style pants with the laces over his crotch undone walked up with a trifle and told me to hold it for him for a second. He grabbed me by the hips and turned me around. He let my butt be on display for a second before he took the cake from me and slammed it into my butt and spun me around for an immediate pie sandwich and the pie to the face. The guys kept on singing and I kept on getting Open Seat's gifts
On the fourth day of Christmas, a hot guy gave to me ... a pie to the crotch, a trifle to the butt, a pie sandwich, and a pie in the face.
This hot marine walked up with a pie in one hand and stood so close to me that I could feel his cock pressing against mine as he whispered, "Let me give you a hand", and slammed the pie into my crotch. He kept massaging it into my cock, making me rock hard. When he stepped away, there was absolutely no hiding my throbbing bulge as I received the rest of the gifts of WAM.
On the fifth day of Christmas, a hot guy gave to me ... five squirts of syrup, a pie to the crotch, a trifle to the butt, a pie sandwich, and a pie in the face.
A silver haired fit Daddy walks around me with a bottle of what turned out to be butterscotch, unzips the back of my jeans and sticks the bottle in and counts off five squirts before taking it back out but leaves them unzipped.
On the sixth day of Christmas, a hot guy gave to me ... six clothing tears, five squirts of syrup, a pie to the crotch, a trifle to the butt, a pie sandwich, and a pie in the face.
A ginger walks up and rips a sleeve off my shirt, gives it a quick smell and sticks it down the front of his skin tight jeans rubbing his bulge with it and smiles. This is so hot, so I appreciate it when the marine comes back up leans in to me and tells me that he is going to help me out. This time he massages my cock down the leg of my jeans. Phew - a bit more comfortable for my throbbing cock.
On the seventh day of Christmas, a hot guy gave to me ... seven seconds of ice cream, six clothing tears, five squirts of syrup, a pie to the crotch, a trifle to the butt, a pie sandwich, and a pie in the face.
Two guys that look like twins walk up with two big buckets of melted ice cream and have me step into them as they count to seven - very slowly. I step back out but the buckets stay there. By this time, the syrup has gone down the front and back of my jeans and has included chocolate, caramel and strawberry. My jock is completely covered and it is all running down my thighs, soaking my jeans so that they are glistening between the different syrups and the pie that has dripped down.
On the eighth day of Christmas, a hot guy gave to me ... eight head dunkings, seven seconds of ice cream, six clothing tears, five squirts of syrup, a pie to the crotch, a trifle to the butt, a pie sandwich, and a pie in the face.
Another bucket was brought out by this tall, dark stud in leather chaps, leather briefs and a harness. He orders me on my knees, takes off his leather glove and grabs me by the back of the head, submerging it into the thick condensed milk. When he releases me and I stand back up, he wipes his hand on what's left of my shredded shirt.
On the ninth day of Christmas, a hot guy gave to me ... underwear filling, eight head dunkings, seven seconds of ice cream, six clothing tears, five squirts of syrup, a pie to the crotch, a trifle to the butt, a pie sandwich, and a pie in the face.
I give a big gulp - how is this going to work. My flannel has been shredded so that is a no-brainer. My tank has so much gunge that it is a creamy mess, which does not cover that much of my completely covered chest. I'm so hard in my skintight jeans that they really aren't doing much to conceal my excitement. I just don't know if I will be able to make it through the rest of the song in just my sticky jockstrap. It is really slippery, so the bartender suggests that I sit to take off my shoes (which he throws into the buckets of ice cream) and jeans. They are already unzipped and I begin to tug them down a bit when the barback puts his rough hand on my shoulder pushing me down onto the chair. What I didn't realize is that a giant cake has been put on the chair. The frosting has completely covered my engorged bulge. When I finally have the jeans off, the barback returns. He's wearing a pair of suspenders on a pair of really tight, short cut-offs, an elf cap and leather elf boots. He kneels in front of me, scoops up handfuls of cake and frosting and spreads it all over my thighs as he tells me to go get my Asics out of the buckets by bobbing for them. When I finally have retrieved them after a few unsuccessful attempts, I grind back down on the cake and put them back on. It is rather difficult but I do manage. He helps me up, scoops up my jeans, tank top and hat and dumps them into a bucket of applesauce. He slaps me on the butt and tells me, "They're there for safe keeping, you know how to retrieve them stud".
A tall, thickly built stud in just overalls walks up to me with a huge container of fluff. He orders me to pull out the front of my jock. He reaches in and scoops out a huge handful of fluff and proceeds to reach deep into my jock and coat my heavy balls. I let the waistband snap back, which makes the head of my cock stand straight up. Nobody can really see anything as I am completely covered but my mind is racing at the thought that the mushroom head is sticking out of my jock. He grabs my jock with his fluff coated hand and tells me, "I'll be back to finish the job" and gives it a squeeze. I push my bulge into his grasp.
On the tenth day of Christmas, a hot guy gave to me ... some nipple play, eight head dunkings, seven seconds of ice cream, six clothing tears, five squirts of syrup, a pie to the crotch, a trifle to the butt, a pie sandwich, and a pie in the face.
Another leather stud, this one in leather pants, walks up. Since I have been stripped down to just my jock and my Asics, my nipples easy to grab. With his leather gloves he begins to give them a few flicks and then he proceeds to bite my right nipple, which is pierced. I give a moan at this. So when the marine comes back to me, he loudly asks if I am going to add my own cream and then slams the pie into my crotch.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, a hot guy gave to me ... peanut butter pits, some nipple play, eight head dunkings, seven seconds of ice cream, six clothing tears, five squirts of syrup, a pie to the crotch, a trifle to the butt, a pie sandwich, and a pie in the face.
A young twink in a skintight A&M singlet tells me to lock my fingers behind my head and proceeds to coat my armpits in a thick coating of peanut butter. He is really getting into it, extending it almost all the way from my elbows to my pits and down along my torso. He tries to wipe his hand off on my chest but it is so covered in pie that it doesn't really do much to clean off his hand. It doesn't matter, as we both know he will be back.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, a hot guy gave to me ... a pudding shower, peanut butter pits, some nipple play, eight head dunkings, seven seconds of ice cream, six clothing tears, five squirts of syrup, a pie to the crotch, a trifle to the butt, a pie sandwich, and a pie in the face.
It's now Desmond's turn. The barback has returned wheeling over a large tub with a pull-chain contraption. I step in. Desmond gives me a big thankful smile and says, "Merry Christmas Beau!". He pulls on this chain and pudding starts to pour down over me. I look straight up so it pours over my face. I move all around under the torrent of pudding getting completely covered, even opening up my jock to get some in there. I am completely covered, unrecognizable. Then one by one, each stud cums up and delivers one last WAM on his line of the song.

The bartender returns to the stage. He calls me and Desmond over. He tells Desmond that I have won for him the cash prize and the bartab. He looks me up and down and smiles. He tells me, "You're not going home empty-handed. We'll wash your clothes and have a shirt to replace my shredded shirt." It's a really small t-shirt that reads "I'm Open Seat's Ho!Ho!!Ho!!!" It's in the bottom of the gunge tank that still has all of the pudding, the gungings from everyone, including the contents of the ice cream and the condensed milk. All I have to do is find it with my teeth, though I will be blindfolded with my flannel shirt, put it on, pie myself and pull the cord. If I can do that all in less than a minute, they will donate $1,000 to charity.

I'm game, I return to the tank, get blindfolded and step into the thick mess. When the bartender says go, I drop to my knees and submerge. I end up rolling all around in the mess. With less than twenty seconds left, I find the shirt and try to put it on but it is really tight. I hear the audience start counting down and give it a final tug. I am handed a pie and in one quick series of movements I slam the pie into my face and pull on the chain for another complete covering in pudding. The audience cheers, the bartender and the elf-barback walk over. The bartender grabs his Santa covered bulge and announces, "Now, Santa and his elf have a big present for this naughty boi in his sack".