The Reluctant Elf

It all started with an encounter in the Silver-daddies chat room around Christmas time. Then he mailed me pictures. I liked them. In fact I spend too much time on there looking wistfully at pictures of young men. He said he liked my picture with the white beard, and that he'd love to dress up as an elf and be Santa's little helper. I said I was flattered that a twenty-two year old was that interested in me, and that would be great, but was unlikely as he lived in Dorchester and I never go there.

So when five weeks later, I got an unexpected engagement to speak at a sales conference in Dorchester, this chat was the first thing I thought of. I emailed him my hotel address, and asked him if he fancied an Italian restaurant for a start.

So it happened that one February evening we sat looking at each other lustfully across a restaurant table. He was wearing a woolly hat pulled over his ears - I guess an elf costume would not really be the thing for a restaurant. But he wouldn't take the hat off.

We ate, we chatted. We understood that the evening would not be ending there.

It was over the tiramisu that he dropped his little bombshell.

'Actually,' he said, 'I really am an elf. I wish I wasn't - it can be very inconvenient.'

It was a long story he told me about a grandmother from elvish stock, and how all his siblings were proper humans, but he had a dominant elf gene.

'Actually, it's a bloody nuisance being an elf,' he added.

'Can you do, erm, magic?' I asked. So far, I hadn't believed a word of it.

'Not really. But I can make things happen sometimes.'

'Like what?'

'Like arranging invitations out of the blue to speak at a conference in Dorchester,' he grinned.

He did his best to live a normal life in Dorchester society, he told me, but medical science couldn't help him. In fact the only way he could shed his elvish being was by eating something made from the letters of his name.

And what is your name?' I asked, realising that rather impolitely I had spent a whole evening with him just calling him Zee, which was his Silverdaddies name.

'Tom,' he told me, 'Tom Cope.'

Well there must be something we can do with those letters,' I said, thinking that my crossword solving skills might be an asset here.

I puzzled away with a pencil and paper for a minute of two.

'Come top', I suggested.

'Makes me think of nice things, but not of something to eat,' he told me.

'Cot poem?'

'That doesn't seem to get us anywhere.'

'Compote,' I said, triumphantly. 'let's go shopping.'

So a few minutes later, after scouring the shelves of a 7 till late corner shop, we came away with a small plastic tub of rhubarb compote which we took up to my hotel room.

'I hate rhubarb' complained Tom, but he ate it anyway. There was a teaspoon by the coffee maker in the room.

'It's no good,' he said after we had sat fondling each other's cocks through our trousers for a while. 'I'm still an elf.'

We thought a bit, then it occurred to me to ask whether he had a middle name.

'Well, I do, but I never use it.'

'And it is?'

'Charles,' he told me.

Tom Charles Cope,' I mused. 'That sounds like a solvable anagram.'

It was a struggle, but eventually I came up with it.

'Yes! It's CHOCOLATE SPERM.'

'Chocolate sperm...' Tom wondered. 'How can we manage that? I mean, the sperm part should be easy enough...'

'Trust me,' I told him, opening my suitcase. I hadn't bothered to pack any pyjamas, but I did have a useful little collection of items that I always took with me before lonely hotel nights. Out came a jar of honey, a plastic bottle of Johnson's baby oil, some marshmallows, and, yes, a squeezy bottle of chocolate sauce, the sort you put on ice cream. I think you can see how my mind was working.

'We don't have to go for the chocolate right away,' I said. 'We could have some other fun first. I'm sure you realise that at my age, I get to cum just once in a night, and I want to save the choc till then.' He grinned cheerfully, stripped off his tee shirt and helped me off with mine. I was hoping to see some flesh at this point, but next to his skin he had a very flimsy green number, (yes, elf green).

'Time to get that hat off,' I murmured, and as I slipped it off his head, his two ears appeared with sharp points that were nearly as high as the top of his head. 'Lovely,' I said, I love ears, but just as my mouth started to search for them he stopped me.

'You can do anything else to me, but leave my ears alone,' he said. I sighed sadly, and turned my attention to other pleasures. I stuffed half a dozen marshmallows in my mouth, put my arms around him, pulled him tight and close, and start to kiss gooey marsh mallow between his lips.

'Mmmm,' he said contentedly as we chewed at each other. The marshmallow soon disintegrated, but we carried on anyway, our sweet sugary tongues intertwining deliciously. My hands crept under his green jerkin, and soon I was kneading his shoulder blades, very conscious of his delicious hard-on pressing against my lower regions. We both started fiddling with each other's buttons and zippers, and before long two pairs of trousers had joined his green thing on the floor. Now I was just in my fresh white trunks, while he was clothed only in the flimsiest pair of green knickers with zig zags round the hem at the top of his thighs.

'Lie down,' I commanded. 'I want to find out for myself what an elf cock looks like.'

Obediently, he stretched out on his back, and I spread his legs and knelt between them. Gently I stroked his thighs, first with my Santa beard, then with my hands. My fingers found their way inside the zigzags, up past his hips, and onto the elastic, then with a single tug, I whipped the little green shorts off him, and he lay there, gloriously erect. I have to say that elf dicks are exactly the came as human ones, and this was an especially grand specimen, rock hard, slightly bent to the right, its slightly moist dome peeping out from a tight foreskin. Gently I kissed it, teasing the foreskin with the tiniest flicks of my tongue.

Now my pants were off too, and I lowered myself into him, cock to cock. Contentedly, we wriggled together, and our tongues found each other once more. We did this for quite a while.

'Do you like honey?' I asked him. He nodded.

My honey was the very runny variety. I opened the jar and glooped generous amounts onto my chest, nipples and belly, then turned over onto my back.

'Cleanse me,' I commanded.

The next five minutes were sheer paradise as his soft tongue licked off every last part of the honey, dwelling on the nipples, probing deeply into my belly button, and then continuing downwards until it was washing up and down my straining cock. His lips grasped and squeezed it as his tongue worked, until in the end I had to ask him to stop as I was getting too excited and I didn't want to shoot my load until we had reached the chocolate course.

'My turn,' I said, and glooped honey all over his cock and balls before taking a delightful ten minutes to lick it off as he moaned with pleasure.

'Suck me off now,' he pleaded. 'Don't worry, I can go on cumming all night.'

'Unlike me...' I grunted.

Now I got to work in earnest, sliding my mouth up and down, faster and faster, gripping the base of his pole between my fingers and squeezing then releasing. Soon I sensed he was on the point of bursting. 'Don't stop now,' he begged, and I worked my lips up and down the slimy tool until he screamed with tension, I felt him shudder, and suddenly his delicious elf jizz was filling my mouth. Now I stopped, returned to his mouth, and we did the marshmallow thing all over again this time passing not marshmallows, but his sweet load backwards and forwards.

At last our lips parted, I rolled off him, and we lay side by side facing each other and stroking each other gently. Then I firmly turned him over onto his belly, kneeled astride him, and took out my bottle of baby oil.

'What are you going to do now?'

'I think you'll like it,' I replied. emptying a generous pool of baby oil onto my hands.

I grasped his shoulders and started to massage them with my oily hands. 'Oh yes, that's lovely' he murmured as I slopped more oil directly onto the small of his back, and rubbed it in all over, gradually shifting my attention lower and lower, grasping and rubbing his hips, until finally a third splash went onto his buttocks. I kneaded his firm cheeks pulling them apart from time to time and not neglecting the sweet hole that I found there, surrounded by quite thick and very sexy hair. As I eased my slippery finger inside an inch or two and wriggled it around he moaned in deep pleasure.

Then I slurped another generous gloop of the oil onto my belly and chest, and spread it around myself before lowering my belly onto his buttocks, my chest onto his shoulders, and my whole weight onto his prone body.

This was glorious, as I moved around sliding on him as the oil transformed us into slimy eels. The movement was blissful, and underneath I felt him responding as I slid from side to side and up and down, rubbing my cock on each part of his back and finally nestling it between his buttocks, which he tensed as he tried to grip it between them.

I lowered my mouth towards his forbidden pointed ears, and whispered 'you are a very beautiful elf'.

'Are you going to get right inside?'

'I would love to,' I replied. 'Trouble is, once I am inside there, I won't be able to contain myself, and I have to save my sperm for the chocolate course. I only get to cum once a night, remember?'

So we lay there contentedly for a while me shifting my position and him squeezing and unsqueezing just enough to keep me excited, but not too excited.

'May I fuck you, then?' he asked after a while.

'If you like,' I told him slipping off his back, and now it was my turn to lie prone while he did all the things with the oil that I had done to him. I loved the feeling of his soft hands massaging it into my skin. He lowered his weight onto my back for a while and did what I had longed to do, gently biting my ears, and whispering 'come back next Christmas, Santa, and come down my Dorchestermney then.'

Then he got to work on my arsehole. He had obviously got a lot of experience in elfland, as he skilfully and gently opened it wider and wider with one, two three fingers, then coaxed my to my knees, and entered with his pulsing dick, slowly until he was in, then thrusting deeply.

Once he was in, I lowered myself back onto the bed, lying flat with him on top of me, the excitement of his weight on me now enhanced by the greater excitement of the fierce movement inside me. He gripped my shoulders to get a purchase, and started to ride me like crazy. I heard him gasping and yelping as his climax approached, then a sudden warmth deep inside me as his juices escaped, and after a moment or two more, he relaxed.

'Stay inside me for a while,' I begged, and we lay there for fully ten minutes, exhausted for a while, his cock softening inside me but still with enough energy to twitch each time I squeezed my sphincter on it.

'Thankyou, Santa,' he whispered after a long time. 'That was just wonderful.'

'Time, I think, for the chocolate,' I replied as he pulled out of me.

Once again, I lay on my back, my dick as hard as it had been all evening. I handed him the squeezy bottle of chocolate sauce.

'Garnish it', I commanded.

''Right on, Santa,' he said, and squeezed generous quantities over my lower belly and my pubic hair before putting a huge dollop onto his hand and rubbing it up and down my dick in the most exquisite way.

'Hope nobody walks in now, they would definitely get the wrong idea where you had shoved that,' you observed. 'OK, you ready?'

He laid his head on my belly and started licking. I raised my head and watched him at work. He must have really liked chocolate, he was hoovering it up, sucking my hairs clean, then working his tongue vigorously up and down my shaft, alternately licking, sucking, and squeezing with his lips until I begged him to swallow my cock as deep as he could, and I started to thrust right into his chocolate throat. My dick was so sensitive now. I could feel each part of his mouth, gentle little scrapes from his teeth, the back of his throat and the insides of his cheeks. Best of all his tongue, swilling into impossible contortions to stimulate each part of it, and of course, I couldn't hold on for a second longer. With a loud ecstatic gasp, I pumped a gallon of my spunk into his eager mouth, then sank my head back onto the pillow and closed my eyes totally spent and in a state of complete bliss.

When I finally opened them, he was sitting on my belly looking down at me happily. Brown and white mingled around his lips.

His pointed ears were gone. In their place, a pair of perfectly normal soft juicy short chewable ears. 'It seemed to work,' he murmured, fingering them softly.

Then he lay down on top of me, so lovingly, and offered his left ear to my mouth so that I could do what I wanted with it. I closed my lips around it, sucked and chewed gently, blew a little, and said 'I like you even better when you aren't an elf.'

He laughed out loud, and sat up, showing me the rubber prosthetic elf ears he had discarded beside the bed.

'Do you know, I think you really believed it for a while,' he said.

'Maybe I did.' I said, and pulled him back onto me. 'I feel so sleepy now, I hope you're going to stay with me till morning. Only wish I was a young man again instead of being a one-cum wonder.'

We snuggled together, and he pulled the covers up over our shoulders. We kissed gently, and both sank into a soft sleep.

He was still there in the morning. My cock was aching and, yes, very sticky. We hadn't slept much. Oh no. You know something? He might not have been an elf, but he could certainly do magic...

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written by eddiebart