Kit (A Little Christmas Season Three)

Chapter 4

4

Parker

I ’d had at least a hundred guys in my lap throughout the evening. But none so sweet and warm as the boyish little named Kit.

That one was memorable.

He’d fit in my lap so easily, his little ass tight up against the tops of my thighs. And the way he leaned in and gently stroked my beard made me lightheaded. I couldn’t feel it, course. It was the gesture that made me want to melt.

And speaking of melting, yes it was goddamn hot in this suit especially with a spotlight on me. How sensitive of Kit to ask.

I wished I hadn’t run out of toys. Of all the Santa fans, Kit deserved one the most.

By one in the morning my gig was over. Club 99 stayed open past last call at two, but I was done.

I got up and walked down the Christmas path, calling out “Merry Christmas” as I made my exit through the employee door by check-in.

Colin patted my shoulder. “Great job. You look so good in that getup.”

“Thanks. Please don’t tell anyone who I am.”

Colin put a finger to his lips.

The employee parking lot was private with a security arm over the driveway, so no one saw me sneak to my car. I’d removed my fake tummy, beard and hat, but the rest of the suit I’d take off when I got home.

All I could think about was Kit as I drove.

I hadn’t seen the boy around, yet he said he was a regular. That was probably my own fault. I hadn’t been a regular much in the past year. I’d had no idea there was a little at the club with a bad boy reputation any worse than many other littles who were regulars. Littles tended to be mischievous and get themselves into trouble. That simply went with the territory.

Why did Kit think he might get coal from Santa? That was one question of many.

When I got home, Nelson was fast asleep on my couch, but he woke as I put a blanket over him.

He sat up. “Hell, what time is it?”

“One-thirty.”

He got up, letting the blanket fall, stretching his arms. “I should go home.”

“You’re welcome to stay.”

“Nah. I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I got stuff to do tomorrow.”

We hugged and he left me to clean up his pizza trash. Poor Nelson. He was actually grieving his dick of an ex-boyfriend.

I hung my Santa suit neatly in my closet, sniffing it to make sure it didn’t smell. The club had contracted me for two more gigs. I couldn’t wash it, but I could possibly get it dry cleaned.

It was cold outside, but my heater worked well. I stripped down, took a shower and got into bed naked. I always slept naked. Couldn’t stand getting wrapped up in pajamas. Even shorts and t-shirts constricted me.

The sheets and mattress pad absorbed my weight. The softness against my naked skin was like a big hug. I fell asleep fast but woke an hour later.

Dreams misted through my mind. Of Kit. Of his slim body fitting perfectly in my lap, his big dark eyes and sweet young face looking up at me like a man who had regressed to his happiest Christmas moment.

Perhaps those sorts of looks were a dime a dozen among littles, but Kit had more layers. As we had talked, I saw them emerge. I felt him open up to me. Our conversation had included real emotion. Kit had shown me vulnerability I craved to see. That sort of thing attracted me more than angelic beauties with big cocks begging for release.

Kit’s face flashed before me as I fell back to sleep. When I woke again, he was calling to me. That’s all I remembered of the dream, but my cock was hard, my balls aching.

I grabbed a tissue from my bedside table, reached down and tugged. It took only a couple of minutes for my orgasm to hit. It convulsed my entire body. My eyes rolled up.

That was not my normal routine. At least, not since I’d passed twenty-something. Was all that because of Kit?

My muscles and cock were still tingling. For sure I would sleep deeply now.

The next night I went back to the Club. This time as a member. Employees were not supposed to play in the same club they worked, but as a member first and a temporary employee for three gigs, that rule had been excluded. I knew for sure because I’d asked when I was hired.

“Does this mean I have to give up my membership?”

“Not for you.” Mr. Winterbourne said. “You’re only working three shifts. It’s not fair to make you give up your membership.”

When I walked in, Colin winked at me but said nothing. The doorman scanned my pass, and I moved on.

People were actually talking about the Santa appearance from the night before. I was thrilled. An actor always likes good reviews. But that wasn’t why I’d come. I was looking for a particular man. A boyish little who had haunted my dreams.

After searching everywhere, I came up empty-handed despite a few offers and come-ons. In the littles room, I could have asked for the boy by name but held back. I was not a stalker. If I ran into him here, so be it. But I refused to resort to hunting him.

I didn’t linger in any of the wilder kink rooms. That was unusual for me. Even on nights I didn’t want to participate, I usually liked to watch. People were interesting. Fun. Everyone had their own unique ways of role-playing their kinks for voyeurs. The narcissists loved the attention.

When I was leaving, Colin said, “Slow night?”

“Not really. There’s a lot going on. Just tired.”

“Have a good night,” he called after me.

I couldn’t deny my disappointment. Maybe Kit was a late arriver, and I should have stayed longer. Maybe he was only a weekend boy. He had admitted he was single, so unless he’d found someone last night, he didn’t have a boyfriend keeping him busy.

The following week, my day job kept me busy. I was too tired for clubbing. My next Santa gig was another Christmas party on Saturday. I was looking forward to it, hoping Kit might show up. I had a special toy saved just for him.

Just before I went on stage, Mr. Winterbourne introduced me again.

I walked toward the music stage just as I had over a week ago, spreading glitter from my pockets as I went. Yelling, “Ho ho ho.”

The crowd was larger this time. My pack of gifts was larger, too.

People cheered. Santa was popular, of course.

I gave my speech and the lineups began.

I recognized many of the members. Some I’d even done scenes with. Nothing recent. It was funny, and a bit disappointing, that none of them recognized me even by my voice. And proof for me that what I wanted—a more lasting relationship—was the best path for me now.

Leather guys, doms, subs, littles—they all wanted the lap. And photos. There were new guys plus repeats from last time. But no Kit.

I kept glancing around for him.

And finally, there he was. Next in line.

I quirked my finger at him. Slowly, he walked up the step and stood in front of me.

“There’s my good friend Kit.”

He smiled. He wore the same torn jeans but a different shirt, a light blue short -sleeved button up with a collar. He had no toys with him tonight.

“Hi, Santa.”

“It’s so good to see you again, Kit. I’ve been thinking about you, hoping I might see you again.”

“You have?”

“Definitely.” I patted my thigh. “Jump on up.”

Kit held out his arms and I helped him up. When he was settled, all tension from the past work week left my mind. It was as if Kit’s closeness and warmth, and the way he fit curved against me, was what my entire being had been waiting for.

“How have you been, sweetheart?”

“Thinking about you.”

“Well, it is that time of year.”

“You remembered my name,” he said. “Were you thinking of me, too?”

“Yes. In fact, I was hoping you’d show up tonight. I brought you a special present because last time you didn’t get one.”

“Really?”

I leaned down to my bag and brought out a stuffed dog. It was bigger, softer and floppier than the small freebies I was giving away.

Immediately, Kit hugged it to his chest. He beamed up at me. “Thank you, Santa. I love it. It’s so soft.” He rubbed his cheek against the fur. “Thank you for remembering.”

I lowered my voice. “I could never forget you, Kit.”

“I think you are the real Santa.”

“Did you ever doubt?”

“No. But?—”

“But what?”

He leaned in, whispering. “Who are you for real?”

I longed to tell him. But I promised myself and Mr. Winterbourne I wouldn’t reveal myself until after Christmas.

“I’m from the North Pole. I drive a fancy red sleigh pulled by magical flying reindeer. I’m Santa Claus.”

When I’d come to the club as me to look for Kit, I’d had it planned out. I would meet him as if for the first time, ask him out, and not reveal I was Santa until much later. Would he figure it out? Probably. He was a smart one.

“Now I’ve told you about myself,” I said. “Tell me a little bit about you.”

He shrugged, still hugging his present. “Not much to tell.”

“Hmm. I think differently.”

“I love Christmas. I work at a tech firm. And I’m looking for guidance.”

He’d spoken about needing guidance last week. That intrigued me.

But there was one piece of new information. He had a job. Sounded like a good job. Good for him. I was impressed. A lot of littles were looking for sugar daddies. And there were a lot of daddies happy to oblige. I had nothing against any of them. But Kit went up a notch in my estimation of him.

“Hey!”

A man’s loud voice interrupted my thoughts. Kit jerked in surprise on my lap.

I looked up to see a line forming again.

“How long are you going to take with that boy, Santa? You in love or something? We’re waiting for our turn, too, you know.”

“Oops.” Kit’s eyebrows rose. “I didn’t mean to take up all your time, Santa.”

“Just finishing up here,” I called. “Merry Christmas and merry patience.”

Kit giggled.

Another man behind the first hustled up. “If he’s sweet on the kid, let him be.”

“Everyone gets a turn on Santa’s lap,” I said.

As I spoke, Kit slid down to the floor. “Thank you for my special toy, Santa. I’ll treasure and sleep with it. I’ll never let it out of my sight.”

He went happily hopping down the step to the floor and headed toward the stairs where I knew the littles playroom was.

My heart thumped hard. Something in my chest opened up, yearning for him to return. It was as if I was suddenly missing something very important.

The next man in line was muscular. Heavy. He sat hard in my lap nearly causing me to double over. I kept my calm and said, “Merry Christmas. What’s your name little boy?”

He grinned.

No one was too big or too old not to be enamored by that question.