AUTHOR'S NOTES:
This is an entry in the WINTER HOLIDAY 2024 CONTEST, so I'd really appreciate it if you could take the time to leave a score.
This story features my recurring character Matt (a muscular, well-hung, twenty-something sex-addicted male exhibitionist) doing the press rounds for his new Christmas nude calendar, and getting it on with Aussie radio superstars Mel Tracina and Jackie O.
This story features CFNM, a male-female sex scene, a public hand-job, and cunnilingus. This is a complete work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen.
I am endeavouring to gradually write a CFNM "Oz Beach Boy" story in every Literotica category. This entry: "Celebrities & Fan Fiction".
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It was a humid, rainy December day in Sydney Australia. I was in bemused shock. There it was...finally...right in my hands: my very own nude calendar, just in time for Christmas.
"What do you think?" asked Michelle Grant, the chief creative officer at Harrington Press Publishing. "I know we sent you through some test images, and you looked at dummy prints here in the office a couple of weeks back, but it's a little different when you're holding the actual calendar in your hands...the one that's going on the shelves...the one that all those women will be ogling."
"Yeah, it feels more real now," I responded. "Now I know it's really coming out and people will see it."
"We're hoping that
lots
of people will see it," Michelle said with a laugh, her lively blue eyes sparkling. "We hope lots of people buy it too...lots of women. We want the 'Very Sexy Santa All Year-Round Calendar' to be a big hit this Christmas. We want it under every tree! Or more likely hidden away somewhere!"
"That would be better, yeah," I said.
I looked down at the now famous image of me on the cover of the calendar. The previous Christmas, a full-frontal nude photo of me with my face hidden in sunglasses, a Santa hat, and Santa beard went viral around the world, and, for a time, I gained a surprising level of bizarre anonymous fame as the ridiculously named Sexiest Santa Ever. [See Story: "Oz Beach Boy Vs Mariah Xmas Carey"]
The Santa hat and Santa beard afforded me something of a disguise, but I'd been recognised a few times since, particularly by various lovers. My friends, Jackson Monteith and Cole Kinkade, had given me good-natured hell about it. My one-time foster sister, Darby Hamilton, thought it was absolutely hilarious.
It was a pain in the arse, but it was also incredibly exciting and arousing. I'd had some extraordinary sexual experiences thanks to my momentary fame as The Sexiest Santa Ever and the viral photo that went around the world.
Even for me, the whole scene was completely and utterly bizarre and profoundly mind-blowing. I have had what could safely be described as a truly off-the-wall sex life, and being The Sexiest Santa Ever was its hot, seamy, whacked-out pinnacle of weirdness. But now, that was perhaps even going to be surpassed.
Earlier this year, Michelle Grant at Harrington Press Publishing offered me the opportunity to star in my very own nude calendar. It was a nerve-wracking proposal, but I was just too perverted, narcissistic and sexually curious to turn down the offer to star in the "Very Sexy Santa All Year-Round Calendar" for 2025.
Michelle Grant had suggested the name switch. She thought the "Sexiest Santa Ever" not only sounded a little presumptuous and arrogant, but that it didn't roll off the tongue with enough ease. It was determined from a marketing perspective that I would now be better off known as The Very Sexy Santa. Hopefully, there was now no risk of previously Sexy Santas feeling put out or upset.
Once I'd signed off on the idea, the "Very Sexy Santa All Year-Round Calendar" quickly went into production. It was immediately agreed that half of all profits made after production costs would go to charity, which made me feel a little better about the whole seamy deal.
The calendar shoot earlier in the year had been absolutely extraordinary. Shot by an all-female crew led by beautiful forty-something photographer and former model Ingrid Hansson, I'd had feminine eyes on my nude body for weeks.
On top of that, I'd also enjoyed a number of mind-blowingly arousing encounters with the women on the crew during and after the shoot. [See Story: "Oz Beach Boy...Nude Calendar Star!"] It was one of the best sexual experiences of my sordid life.
I looked down at the big, clear image for the month of January. There I was, lying on the beach, completely naked, totally full frontal, and covered in sand. My cock was fully exposed and perfectly positioned between my legs.
My head was tilted back so you very conveniently couldn't really tell it was me. As with the initial Sexiest Santa Ever viral image, the shots in the calendar were designed so you could never clearly make out that it was my face.
I would thankfully retain some sense of anonymity. If you knew what I looked like nude, however, you would very quickly be able to put two and two together and instantly identify me as the newly minted calendar boy. And, fortunately -- or maybe unfortunately in this case -- a
lot
of women have seen me naked.
Why? Well, I'm nearly always up for sex or anything sex adjacent. Though not officially diagnosed, I'm pretty much a raging sex addict. I'm a narcissistic Aussie male exhibitionist in my twenties who loves getting nude, preferably with women watching me. I spend hours training to get my body as ripped and muscular as I can, principally to attract as much female attention as possible.
I like to show off and put myself in potentially sexy situations whenever I can, particularly around Sydney's many beaches and secluded coastal bays. I also frequently stroll around at night on busy weekends looking for action wherever I can find it.
I am constantly horny, and I've enjoyed a lot of kinky hook-ups in my time. [See Story: "Oz Beach Boy's Exhibitionism Essay"] But even for a daring, desperate, highly active, sex addicted exhibitionist like me, a publicly on-sale nude calendar represented a very big step into the sensual unknown.
"Geez, it's certainly...
out
, isn't it?" I said as I flicked through the calendar, hit with page after highly detailed page of me in the nude, my uncut cock on full display.
"Oh, yeah," beautiful forty-something Michelle Grant almost moaned, brushing a strand of long, blonde hair away from her perfectly made-up face. "It's out alright."
I looked down at the calendar and smiled. There I was, still naked but "dressed" as Cupid for Valentine's Day for February; there I was again, getting ready to go for a surf at the water's edge...in the nude; for Easter in April, I was wearing bunny ears and surrounded by chocolate eggs...bare-butt naked; and come May, I was on the diving board of a swimming pool, preparing to go for a dip...with my dick out.
I certainly, however, had nothing to be ashamed of. Nearly every day, I thank the universe -- and my supremely well-hung American porn actor, bank robber, convict father [See Story: "Oz Beach Boy Looks For His Father"] -- for blessing me with an enormous penis, which has certainly aided me in my very kinky run of sexual escapades.
"This calendar is going to be a hit," Michelle Grant said, and gently popped the top buttons of her expensive silk blouse. "I just know it. The pre-order numbers are fairly solid. Hopefully your charity will get a nice little bump from the sales."
"That would be nice," I responded. "That would make it worthwhile."
"I'm really happy with the double calendar concept too," Michelle said with a smile. "That will drive sales. It's a winner...the whole 'Naughty' and 'Nice' thing. Some women like raunchy, full-frontal nude photos, but others will prefer the more coy photos of you from behind, and with your leg raised to hide your penis. I like to give the buyers a choice...we've never done that before."
"Yeah, I like it too," I responded, and looked down at the far more restrained "Nice" calendar that sat on Michelle's desk.
The arrangement was for the "Nice" calendar (which featured nude but not full-frontal photos of me) to be sold in retail stores, and for the "Naughty" calendar (which I held in my hands, and was packed with very risque cock-out pics) to be available only for online purchase. I agreed with Michelle that it was a great strategy in terms of sales.
"You're so handsome, Matt, and your body," Michelle cooed sexily, and undid a few more buttons on her blouse. "And your...manhood. You're so impressive. The women will love this. How could they not?"
"Thanks, Michelle...you're very sweet," I responded.
I continued to flick through the calendar. There I was, lying nude in a hotel room bed; there was my long, thick, uncut cock hanging out while I ridiculously played pool in a luxurious mansion; and there I was again, soaping up said enormous cock in the shower, suds smeared alluringly all over my wet, muscular body.
"We've organised some media appearances for you," Michelle said, unpicking her last button, and gently wrenching her blouse out of her stylish skirt. "Things are quiet media-wise around Christmas, so I think you'll get some traction...especially after all the attention you got last year. You
owned
Christmas in 2023! But no television per your request, just some major radio appearances."
I wasn't quite ready to go on television to promote the nude calendar. Even for an exhibitionist like me, that was just too much exposure. I would be too easily recognised if I was all over the TV, and that would become my whole life. Ironically, considering my lifestyle and sexual kinks, I didn't actually want to be a nude celebrity. I wanted to retain some form of anonymity.
"Oh, great," I responded, and stared down at the calendar's most risqué image.
For the winter month of July, I was sprawled out nude on a fur rug in front of a roaring fire. My right hand was wrapped suggestively around my flaccid cock, as if I was about to start jerking off. As with all the photos, my face was obscured, in this one through the clever positioning of my head. It was a very saucy image indeed.
"We'll get you on with Mel Tracina on Nova, Carrie Bickmore & Tommy Little on 2Day FM...and, drum roll please, Kyle & Jackie O are really excited to have you back on the show too, which is great. They've got a huge audience...
huge
...nearly as big as your dick!"
I was particularly happy to hear the news about Kyle & Jackie O. When I went on the hugely popular radio duo's show the previous Christmas to talk about the Sexiest Santa Ever viral photo "phenomenon", the gorgeous Jackie O actually sucked my cock beforehand in the guest waiting room, which was fucking mind-blowing. Needless to say, I was very, very excited to see the gorgeous 49-year-old blonde again.
"Do they want me to do it in the nude again?" I asked.
"Kyle & Jackie O, yes, they want you completely naked...the other shows just want you in your Very Sexy Santa outfit," Michelle replied.
"Okay, cool," I said with a smile. "So, shirt off? And shorts?"
"Yep...and, of course, our friend Abbie Chatfield has agreed to do a little chat with you for her podcast," Michelle said.
