Bonus Photo Story #2 (Patreon)

Here's the second bonus photo story for this month, and this time, I'm definitely keeping it festive. Give the post a like if you enjoy it, and comment below if you'd like to read what happens next!

Frankie had always worked hard to keep himself in shape. Ever since college, he'd gotten himself into a healthy gym routine and was incredibly proud of his trim, muscular body.

However, as much as he was proud of his body, he wasn't a massive fan of showing it off. He always wore baggy clothes, particularly at the gym, and he was always careful not to change or shower anywhere but home.

One December, Frankie agreed to help out one of his buddies, Hank.

Hank was due to attend a friend's party dressed as Santa, but after coming down with the flu, he was desperate for someone to take his place.

"Please, Frankie. I know you can do this. You just need to pick up my Santa suit and wear it at the party for a couple of hours. Please!"

Frankie hated being the centre of attention, but he felt bad for Hank and grudgingly agreed. He headed over to Hank's that evening to pick up the costume before heading home and going to sleep.

The following day Frankie had a shift at the library where he worked on weekends, and by the time he'd finished, he only had a couple of hours to get home, change, and get to the party.

After a speedy shower, he pulled on a pair of red briefs (wanting to maintain the festive theme) before pulling the costume out of the bag.

"What the fuck?"

Frankie knew that Hank was a couple of sizes bigger than him, not to mention being a bit taller, but Frankie had massively underestimated how much bigger the costume might be.

As he stepped into the red velvet pants with their white fluffy trim and pulled them up, he couldn't believe how big they were. The waist was enormous. As soon as he let go of them, they plunged to his ankles.

Mercifully, there were a pair of suspenders in the costume bag, but they were thin and weak, and Frankie started to sweat a little at the prospect of wearing such a potentially revealing costume.

After he'd put on the hat, the jacket, the boots and the belt (which was purely ornamental), he had a shot of vodka to calm his nerves, before jumping in an Uber and heading to the party.

When Frankie arrived at the apartment building downtown, he got into the elevator and headed up to the loft. As soon as the doors opened, he was stunned to realise that the party was in fact a Christmas party that seemed to be being attended by only gay guys.

Frankie was wolf whistled the second he set foot aside, and guys were immediately swarming him and putting their hands on his biceps or his chest as he walked past.

"You must be Frankie," a gay in his early forties said with a wink as he sidled over with a martini in hand.

"Uh yes, I am."

"Right this way, Santa!"

Frankie followed the guy into a high-ceilinged room with floor length windows.

"Okay guys, form an orderly queue to sit on Santa's lap."

"Wait! What?"

"Don't worry. It's just a bit of a fun," the guy said as he ushered Frankie over to a chair and pushed him down on to it.

Frankie felt the sweat trickle down his back as the first guy sat down on his right knee and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Well, I know what I'd like to find under my tree," he said with a drunken slur.

Frankie did his best to smile and appear confident, but with each guy that sat on his lap, they seemed to get more handsy.

By the time time the sixth guy sat down, Frankie's ornamental belt had vanished and someone had undone the top button on the jacket so that his pecs were on show.

Despite wanting to cover up, Frankie barely had a second before another guy was sitting on his knee, and before long, his jacket was undone completely, his trim swimmer's body on display for the hungry eyed men that surrounded him.

After what felt like hours, Frankie was convinced that he'd seen some guys twice and stood up to make a hasty retreat.

"I best be going," he said to the host.

"Oh not just yet,' the guy said with a grin before two other guys grabbed Frankie's red velvet jacket and removed it.

Frankie's torso glistened with sweat as the guys all cheered at the stunning sight before them. The baggy Santa pants dipped low at the front and the back so that Frankie's trimmed pubes and butt crack were visible, which sent the guys wild.

"I really need to go," Frankie said, feeling completely unnerved by the exposure.

"Just one quick thing,' the host said before he lunged forward and yanked on the suspenders.

There was a snap of elastic as the weak suspenders snapped free, and then the pants plummeted to Frankie's ankles, exposing his ample bulge and his cute butt in the tiny pair of red briefs.

"Now that's the lap I wanna sit on," the host yelled.

Before Frankie could do more than blush, guys were suddenly putting their arms around him and taking selfies and photos so fast that Frankie couldn't even think to move.

Guys repeatedly brushed his bulge and groped his ass so that by the time they were finished, he was hard as a rock and garnering even more attention. Frankie finally pulled the pants up, and abandoning the jacket, he ran for the door, his hands clinging to the waistband for dear life.

It was as he got into the elevator that a number of the guys dived in with him.

"You're not finished yet, Santa," one of them said with a grin, and Frankie blushed furiously as the guy grabbed his hands and the pants fell to his ankles once more.

What the hell had Hank gotten him into?