AUTHOR'S NOTES:
This is an entry in the
Literotica Winter Holidays Story Contest 2024
, 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 an in-store signing and photo promo event for his new Christmas nude calendar. With a large crowd of horny women in attendance, things very quickly get out of hand.
This story features CFNM, public women-of-man stripping, spanking, digital penetration, fellatio, intercourse, and reluctant sexual consent. 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: "Non Consent & Reluctance".
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It was Christmas time in Sydney Australia. I was nearly naked in a busy shopping centre, and there was a line of women waiting to meet me. I was as nervous as I was excited.
"Can you make it out to Shazza?" a considerably overweight young woman asked me with a smile. "And can you sign my tits?"
"Um...okay...yeah, sure," I replied.
Shazza thrust her copy of the "Very Sexy Santa All Year-Round Calendar - Nice Version" in front of me, and I quickly scrawled my newly created "Very Sexy Santa" signature across its front cover, which featured a now very, very familiar image of me. This very image had changed my life in quite extraordinary ways...mostly for the better.
As I finished signing for Shazza, I looked down at the now famous image. 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"]
"Can you sign my tits now?" Shazza asked with a dirty wink, and then wrenched her top down to provide me access to her upper breasts, their considerable weight supported by a big, black bra.
As the other women behind her laughed, I stood up from behind the large table I was seated at, and then reached up above Shazza's tits with my large marker. I awkwardly scrawled my signature over her pale, milky flesh, my hand brushing against her smooth, soft skin, and feeling the sensual heaviness of her big breasts.
It was a massive turn-on, and I guiltily hoped that Shazza wouldn't be the only woman at the signing promo event to make this raunchy request. Hopefully, signing women's tits would just be a sexy component of being a nude calendar star.
Earlier this year, after the phenomenal media attention that the Sexiest Santa Ever viral photo had received, 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.
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. [See Story: "Oz Beach Boy...Nude Calendar Star!"] It was one of the best sexual experiences of my sordid life.
"God, I can't believe you're here," said a tall, slim woman likely in her forties with elaborately permed hair. "You're so hot...and that body! Thanks for coming dressed like that. You look amazing."
"Thanks...I didn't want to disappoint," I responded with a smile. "I thought you ladies might be upset if I turned up in a suit and tie."
"Oh, there would have been a fucking riot, pal," the woman said with a giggle. "You know that old line about women preferring to look at a man in clothes rather than naked? Well, it's fucking bullshit...probably invented by a guy with a small dick!"
"Well, I'm here to please," I said.
"You're certainly doing that," the woman said as I scrawled my signature across the cover of her calendar, on which my previously full-frontal penis was amusingly covered by an image of a cartoon Christmas tree.
For this calendar in-store signing and photo promo event at The Parnell Court Shopping Centre, it was quickly decided with Michelle Grant from Harrington Press Publishing that I would come dressed - or more accurately, undressed - as The Very Sexy Santa, namely with my Santa hat, Santa beard, and aviator sunglasses. In lieu of being nude, however, I wore a pair of satin, Christmas-themed shorts patterned with snowflakes, trees and seasonal imagery. In short, I was bare-chested...and barely clothed.
Though being so on-show in front of such a large group of women was certainly a strange feeling, being near-naked in general wasn't. 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.
"Please write 'Merry fucking Christmas, Wendy,'" said a heavily made-up, deep-voiced woman likely in her late forties.
"No worries," I said.
The woman slid her calendar in front of me with a dirty smile, and I happily scrawled my signature across the cover. As I did, the woman leaned down and ran her fingers suggestively up my muscled forearm. The sensation of her long nails on my skin sent pleasurable shivers of arousal up and down my spine.
"Can you show me your dick?" the woman whispered suggestively. "I wanna see it in the flesh. Please?"
"Oh, no...I can't do that here," I replied. "I'm sorry...the shopping centre wouldn't allow any nudity. It's against the rules...I'm sorry."
"God, you're such a tease," the woman said with a good-natured snarl as she moved on. "It's so big...it's a crime you hiding it away from all us excited women. You've got a really beautiful dick...you're a lucky, lucky man."
The woman wasn't wrong. 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 hangs long, thick and uncut almost down to my knees; my cock has certainly aided me in my very kinky run of sexual escapades. Its impressive, outlying size was a major reason for why The Sexiest Santa Ever photo went viral.
"Hey, bro'," said a very attractive young woman in her early twenties. "Why can't we buy the other calendar here? The one where we can see your dick? This one's hot, but I wanna see your dick, bro', like in that first photo. I want that dick out, man!"
"Oh, you can only get that calendar online," I responded as I signed the cute young woman's calendar. "Most retail stores wouldn't stock it. It's too risque. There's a QR code on the back there."
"Cool...thanks, bro'," the woman said, and then dropped a piece of paper in front of me with her phone number scratched across it. "I'll buy that shit ASAP."
As the cute young woman had alluded to, the concept from Michelle Grant at Harrington Press Publishing was for the production of two nude Christmas calendars. The "Nice" calendar (which featured nude but not full-frontal photos of me) was to be sold in retail stores, while the far more explicit and risque "Naughty" calendar (which was packed with cock-out pics) would be available only for online purchase. It was a great strategy in terms of sales, but I hoped it wouldn't disappoint too many women at this in-store signing promo event. For them, this was disappointingly a dick-free zone.
The signing area at The Parnell Court Shopping Centre was set up near a large indoor dining and entertainment area. I was behind a large table backed up against a wall and a staff-only door through which I had entered earlier. Beyond the door was a staff service corridor that ran around the shopping centre.
Around the food and entertainment area, there were lots of people going about their Christmas shopping beyond the large crowd of women gathered specifically to meet me at the calendar signing.
The Parnell Court Shopping Centre was elaborately decorated for Christmas. There were large trees, life-size statues of Santa Claus, tinsel and holly hanging from the ceilings, and Christmas baubles and figurines everywhere. It all looked incredibly festive and colourful. I felt like a shot of prurient sleaze in amongst all the warmth and positivity.
Positioned around the huge signing table were large posters of the cover of the "Very Sexy Santa All Year-Round" calendar...seeing so many nude photos of myself displayed publicly still freaked me out, even if my dick was covered by that aforementioned cartoon Christmas tree.
Over The Parnell Court Shopping Centre's sound system, Christmas songs played non-stop, with Mariah Carey's "Have A Cool Yule" and Freya Gersemi's "Christmas With You" getting particularly consistent play. There was no sign, however, of my current favourite Christmas song. Filthy and funny, controversial American female rapper Ebony Bytch's rude, foul-mouthed banger "Suck On Yo' Candy Cane" was disappointingly unlikely to ever be played in a shopping centre.
"Hmmmm, it's going well," Michelle Grant whispered into my ear from behind me, her big breasts brushing against my bare shoulders. "The women love you, Matt. This is great."
