The chimney was still warm as Santa slid down, the bricks squeezing his gut further in than he had when he put on the red velvet suit. *I gotta lay off the cookies.* Santa thought to himself. With the help of a little Christmas magic he slid right through, however. The room was dark; not a single light, wreath, or holly lined the walls and not a single mouse could be heard scurrying through the halls. “Hello Santy”. A raspy voice thick as garlic stew called out from the darkness. “Who’s there?” Santa called out. “I’m surprised you don’t remember me” the darkness responded. Then, a shape emerged. Too harry and tall and green to be a man. “What do you want Grinch” Santa spat, more frustrated than concerned as the Grinch crept his way towards Santa. “It has been a long time Kris, you weren’t nearly this big last time I saw you. Mrs. Clause must be taking good care of you. But she can’t take care of you like I can Kris” The Grinch said as he rubbed his long grinchy fingers along the outline of Santa’s cock. “Still girthy as ever I see” the Grinch added as Santa’s cock began to grow. “I told you I was done with this when I got married Grinch!” Santa yelled as he slapped the Grinch’s hand away, confused, yet undeniably aroused. “I know you yearn for me Santy. Just as I yearn for you” The Grinch said with a slimy smile. “I can see the front of your pants Kris, there’s no denying it”. As much as Santa wanted to refute the claim it was true. His cock was harder than it had been in years. “It’s good to have you back Kris” The Grinch whispered in his ear. The soft green fur brought back a flood of emotion as it met Santa’s coarse, white beard. Before either of them knew it, they were on the floor, naked. They toppled over one another like waves on a beach until Sant crawled on top and asserted his dominance. “Oh yes, you know what I need!” The Grinch moaned as Santa rubbed his south pole along the Grinch’s Grinchy parts. They were the parts of neither a man nor a woman, yet they pleased Santa all the same. The Grinch let out a low cry as Santa flipped him onto his stomach and inserted himself. Kris had to lift his belly and rest it on the Grinch’s plump, soft ass to ram his cock all the way in. Santa knew what he was doing was wrong but, once he started thrusting, he couldn’t stop. “Fuck me Santy, Fuck me!” The Grinch shrieked as Santa mushed his face into the thick red rug. Santa didn’t think he could hold it in much longer once The Grinch started playing with his balls. Those long Grinchy fingers just felt too good. He knew he it would be over quick once one made its way to his tight jolly asshole. “I’m gonna cum!” Santa grunted as his strokes sped up, The Grinch’s long furry finger working its way farther up his ass by the second. “Say it Santy! I know you remember!” The Grinch moaned into the rhythm of Santa’s strokes. “Merry Grinchmas!” Santa wailed as he unloaded years’ worth of eggnog all over the Grinch’s green furry back. “I may deliver presents around the world, but you’ve given me the best gift of all” Santa said, catching his breath as the Grinch pinched and pulled at one of Santa’s nipples. After the Grinch washed Santa’s cum out of his fur and Santa was back in his suit Santa started his ascent up the chimney. “One more thing Santy” The Grinch called out. “Lay off the cookies” the Grinch said has he smacked Kris Kringle’s ass. And with that Santa was off, looking forward to next Christmas more than he ever had.