It's starting out to be the perfect day - I had a really good workout and I'm showered. . It's Christmas time, I've got no plans for the day so I throw on a red cotton bikini brief and am ready to relax. My buddy gives me a call, "Hey Beau, I know that even though the holidays are going to be here soon, you are probably already for them, so I need to ask a favor. See, my boss has this client who is having a tree trimming party and is in need of someone to play the role of one of Santa's helpers. I gotta tell you though that he said that there's an elf costume that he wants the guy to wear. I know it's asking a lot but I'm really short this month and I could use the money. Please Beau ..."
Oh man, I know that he is such a goof but he really has a good heart and just can't seem to get out of his own way. Besides, there's something about the way that he asks that I just can't help but doing whatever he asks.

He gives me the address and asks me to hurry, as his boss is already there and wants to get things set - doesn't want to be on Santa's naughty list. I figure that I'm going to have to change so I throw on a pair of old 501 button fly cut-offs that I don't usually wear that often (I ended up cutting them really short and now that I have been doing squats regularly they are really tight - I can barely get them buttoned up) and a cut-off crop-top muscle shirt (again, I don't usually wear this as it is cut so that it's just covers my pierced nipple) and an old pair of Nike Cross Fits.

When I get there, I go directly to the kitchen to check in and get my costume. I've done a lot of jobs for Andy, so he trusts me that I will do a good job, "Hey Beau, I see that you are filling in again. You're a good sport." I wonder what that must mean. Tossing me a bag, "Here's the costume. Hurry up and get changed. Germosen is out back waiting for you. I'm going to tell him that you are here and will be out in a few minutes". Since I am the only one there, I strip down and pull out the items from the bag. There's an elf hat, some leather elf boots that come up well over my ankle, striped socks and a very tiny white cotton g-string with a candy cane that says "Do you want to lick my candy cane?". I pull it on, but it barely covers me. The candy cane on the front is pushed out and prominently on display from my bulge It's so small that the string is tight between my cheeks. There's really nothing I can do so I put on the socks, boots and elf hat and go out back to meet Germosen.

He is a very tall greek man. He's wearing a very smart looking, tight fitting red tux, a white shirt with a stiff collar and a green velvet bow tie. At least he's getting into it as well. He looks me up and down, walks around me. He tells me, "Perfect. You look perfect for the part", as he gives me a mischievous grin and a wink.
"My guests are going to add a decoration to the tree, drop off a present under the tree that we are going to donate and then they get to visit with Santa. You are here with Santa to make sure that they get what they want" he explains.

Two guys enter through the back gate and put their ornaments on the tree and put several large boxes under the tree. They walk over to Santa and hug him.
"Santa can tell you that you are both on the good boiz list. Please go over to that table and pick out whatever you want for this naughty elf", Germosen announces. I look a bit surprised, as I don't know what he is talking about. They walk over with two big creamy pies. They say, almost in unison, "You've been a very naughty elf". The first pie hits me square in the face. The nex guy takes off my hat, pies me on top of my head. The cream cascades down onto my chest and a big blob lands on my bulge.

I blink a couple of times and I see three guys standing there. I hear Germosen tell them that they are definitely on Santa's Good Boi list and may select something on the table for the naughty elf. I know where this is going. The first two give me a pie sandwich. The last guy has a big sheet cake. He puts it down on a table close to Santa and tells me to sit in it and rub the mix on my thighs. I sit down hard on the cake, feeling the cream spread up between my cheeks. It is so thick that my cock is buried in frosting. As I pick up the first handful of cake and frosting, and spread it over my left inner thigh my hand brushes my cock and I can feel it begin to throb. I pick up another big handful of cake and frosting and begin to spread it over my other thigh when I hear "Thanks Santa" and I am immediately hit with another pie.
I hear a southern drawl, "Santa said I was so good that I got an extra treat in addition to the cake." I feel a hand on my cock, massaging in more frosting. Then he tells me to keep going, I missed a spot. I continue on until my whole legs are covered. Just as soon as I stand up, I hear the command, "Take off your boots you naughty elf". As I do, I watch this short muscle stud fill my boots with soft ice cream. "Now, put them back on" he tells me. I stick my feet back in, and the ice cream overflows all over my elf shoes. I walk back over to Germosen. He tells me that I am a naughty elf, I have been keeping the good boiz waiting.

I am told to put my hands behind my head, and each armpit is hit with a cake, two pies are massaged into my chest. My elf hat is handed back to me, but it is much heavier. I am told to put it on and pull it down tight. Chocolate pudding runs down my face. I get another pie on the chest, all in rapid succession.

As I am standing there, pie and pudding dripping down from my head, cake covering my butt, legs, and pit,s and my chest so thick with cream that you can't even see my pierced nipple anymore. I see this marine-looking man walk up to me, look me in the eye. He never breaks gaze with me. He pulls on my waistband and reaches in with a huge hand of marshmallow fluff. He is massaging my balls with the fluff. He removes his hand to get another handful, and now is covering my rock-hard cock. I hear him say, "One more for good measure," but that tiny g-string is overflowing.

As I am standing there, completely covered from head to foot and I am unrecognizable, I hear Germosen announce, "Thank you all for your generosity in this toy drive." I feel a hand on my sticky buttocks as Germosen continues, placing a hand under his incredible bulge, "It is now time for Santa to go up this chimney," and he slaps my butt and the crowd of guys cheer.