A shiver ran up Max’s spine as he was roused into wakefulness. The cool breeze causing eddies of fresh powder outside had already sucked all the warmth out of the small house… again. Grumbling, Max slipped out of his fortress of relative warmth to refill the wood pellet fireplace.

Darting through the communal room, something felt out of place. Whatever that something was could wait, conquering the cold held his utmost priority. Limbs shivering, he filled the furnace and restarted the fire.

Again, something felt out of place. Again, the cold held top priority. Ignoring the peculiarities, Max leapt back to the bedroom. A momentary debate coursed through his mind as he went. ‘Bed or clothes? The bed is already warm, but the clothes would let me get coffee.’ The desire to feed his caffeine addiction won out and he expected family to start calling any minute to wish him a Merry Christmas. Quickly, he slipped on some heavy sweats, long sleave shirt, t-shirt, house coat, and thick wool socks before.

Coffee machine bubbling, Max could finally direct his attention to investigating what felt off this cold Christmas morning. The source was easy to spot. Sitting to one side of the fireplace stood a box standing a little over a foot tall and wrapped in plain paper.

Where said present came from was anyone’s guess at that point. It was Max’s first Christmas away from his family, so I wasn’t from them. Work had been so busy since his first day that he hadn’t had time to make any friends. Regardless, neither explained how it appeared in his locked house.

Moving towards it, the heat of the fireplace finally began sharing it’s warmth. Picking it up, Max found a small note. It read ‘To: Max From: Santa P.S. That furnace makes deliveries fairly troublesome.’ Max didn’t know what to make of it, so he read it again and again. A single question dominated his thoughts, ‘was this really a present from Santa?’

Before he could open it nor come to a conclusion, his phone began ringing. Max put the present down to answer it while making a strong cup of coffee.

It was late afternoon when Max finally finished off his familial obligations and regained his time. He was happy to know that everyone was thinking about him and wishing him a good time, but hour upon hour of endless talking had taken its toll. On the upside, it had kept him thoroughly distracted while the furnace worked its magic.

Ditching the house coat and extra heavy socks, Max finally returned to the suspicious gift. Picking it up, he tore the paper. Fully revealed, Max couldn’t help but laugh at the interesting choice. “Santa’s workers have some new experience this year” he joked to himself.

The box showed a large suction cup ended dildo colored like a candy cane. Holding no shame in his homosexuality, Max found it quite amusing. Having nothing else to do for the day, he decided to get into the festive spirit.

Pulling it out, peppermint bombarded his nose. Out of an abundance of caution, Max gave it a solid lick to determine if it was safe. Tongue free of mint, he smiled and pulled his sweats off. Planting it on the hardwood floor near the furnace and lubing it up, Max was ready.

Straddling it, Max could feel the head rest against his hole. He took a deep breath and let his weight pull him down. The head slipped in like magic. A warmth filled his butt as he bounced on the head. Taking another inch in, the warmth spread and caused Max to sweat as the head grazed against his prostate with every bob. Without stopping, Max stripped off his shirt.

Another inch and he was moaning in pleasure. Though just three of the ten inches were inside, Max felt amazing. A specific desire began bubbling up within him. Rather than just bobbing half an inch, Max needed to pull it almost all the way out before thrusting it back in. Doing this proved to be the correct choice as the pleasure only amplified.

Now taking half the length, Max was a moaning mess. A string of unrecognizable gibberish spewed from his mouth. Blinded by pleasure, Max didn’t notice that his body wasn’t what it used to be. His thin legs now sported meaty thighs and thick calves, the better to bounce on cock. His arms had expanded from frail twigs to beefy logs, the better to pin down an unwilling cock. His chest bounced and his shoulders broadened with every thrust, the better to… well, you get the point. Max’s body no longer resembled that of a twink and was now that of a power bottom.

Max wasn’t done yet though. His cock was hard as steel from the immense pleasure his butt was feeling, but he still needed more to cross that threshold. Working down to ¾ the length, a coherent Max would say that the dildo felt like it was poking the bottom of his brain. The Max that was currently blinded by pleasure thought it felt good. So good in fact that he needed those last couple inches.

In a single powerful thrust, Max forced the whole of the dildo into him. The last couple of inches reached into his brain and shoved everything out of the way, rearranging Max’s mind to focus on cock. This rearrangement was just the pleasure Max needed, for as the silicone balls touched his taint his cock erupted. The incoherent garble of sounds mellowed out so a simple hum as the orgasm tickles the neurons in his brain.

None of his previous thoughts remained as the orgasm trickled out. In its place was a string of simple ‘mmmm… cock. Need cock… Cock good… Cock fuck butt. Must find cock…’ on endless replay. Pulling the dildo out, Max needed more. Luckily, Max remembered something of the utmost importance in that moment. A cock lived next door, and one lived next to that, and one next to that.

No longer affected by the cold, Max left his small house naked to find some much needed cock.