" In wiping a bead of sweat from my face, I felt my fake beard. "Oh yeah," I said to myself, glancing at the other Santas (who all looked exactly lik...me). "No one would ever know, would they?" A strange feeling came over me. It was time for another Santa, and I rushedpast the others and up the stairs. When I got to the top, I saw that a cheapsuited goon guarded each of the doors. I looked right and then went left andjust picked the last room on the left for no particular reason. The goon. When he did, it touched mine and like me he was already hard. We continued our kiss as he ground his cock against mine and the whole experience felt nice. He had a great cock and I reached down and took him in to my hand. I squeezed and stroked him a few times before taking both of our cocks in my hand to stroke them together. Moments later I stopped our kiss and I looked down at his cock while simultaneously squatting down in front of it. He was about 6 or so inches long maybe and felt firm in. I had never thought about my parents' sex life. It wasn’t something that for discussion. But, they must do it. I'd never heard them so I guessed they did it when I wasn’t there, or late at night when I was asleep.After closing my bedroom door, I lay on my bed thinking about my situation. My phone buzzed, a message from Alice: Party tomorrow at Pete’s.Peter was one of Alice’s neighbors. I'd met him a few times and he was alright. Good, maybe seeing people and having fun would take my mind off. I was still very delicate, but she showed me what I could do now that I had been ‘freed’ from my confines of life. She removed my clothes and made love to me on a dais above her coffin under an open skylight directly under the full moon. I danced with her, partially out of fear. I had already paid the devil’s price for my curiosity. What followed in her touch of arousal surprised me, we were naked bathed in the blue light, tangled in eroticism that I never knew could exist. And when the love.