“Well Ricky, I’m sure plenty of men like you, too.”
Oof. I’m dumbfounded. I feel like the rug has been pulled out from under me. Santa totally misunderstood and I’m drained me of all my feeble nerve. I don’t think I could say that again if I tried.
“No, Santa, I mean um… I like uh…”
I look up to meet his eyes and realize. His eyes are shining at me with something. Clarity… recognition, and… something else. There’s an almost sinister shine in his eyes.
“I think I understand, Ricky. You know… It’s not all easy being Santa. The work can get pretty tiring, hefting big packages all around… not just anyone can do it. And I think it takes someone really special, someone different, to be able to help out someone like me.”
Santa makes a minute gesture, stretching his pantleg out as if to adjust his underwear beneath. His body seems to ease into the chair comfortably before me, before continuing.
“And I’m so excited to deliver these presents all year that I’m just brimming with holiday spirits. It gets too much to carry all on my own.”
Something lewd is growing. A Feeling. A presence.
“Ricky… would you like to help me?”
My body has gone cold. An invitation? Santa is staring at me and I want for nothing on this earth but to do whatever this man wants. and to see more of him. I’m nodding without a thought.
Santa looks behind me. Looks all about. The mall is almost completely empty. It’s a Wednesday afternoon on break, and no one is here.
“Come with me,” Santa sings, getting up from his seat and adjusting briefly before leaving the empty queue behind.
~~~~~
I float behind Santa. I have no clue what to expect. I just really really hope that helping Santa means getting to spend more time with him. My heart is swelling and speeding and I want to be with him. I don’t know why, but I’m heady and I follow this gorgeous man to the restrooms.
He opens the door for me to one of several “Family Restrooms,” gesturing like a perfect gentleman.
“We can get started in here. Don’t worry, there’s not too much to unpack just yet.”
“Is it okay to use the Family ones?”
He nods, “They’re all unoccupied. Besides, you’re helping me out here bigtime, champ. As far as I’m concerned? You’re family.” He says this and winks. He had me at the nod, but telling me I was good help made me melt. I felt warmth and purpose as I strode in. He followed and clicked the lock behind us.
“Okay, there are a few important things I want to cover first, Ricky. First one? Secrecy. Part of my magic comes with keeping away secrets from any naughty-listers. That means not letting them know my weakness or what kind of help I need. We need to keep this real close to the chest. Okay?”
I nod, solemnly
“Second, Trust.”
He unlocks and locks the door, demonstratively.
“I want you to be here because you’re willing to be here. If you ever feel uncomfortable, you can tell me. or you can walk away. This needs to be a bond of mutual respect. Okay?”
I think for a minute. Why would I want to leave? I can’t imagine it, but I appreciate the option and nod in agreement.
“That’s it! We can talk more later, but Ricky… I could really use your help with a certain package right about now.”
Santa had walked himself by me and planted his butt against the sink. He was a beautiful marvel of a man leaning comfortably in red, stark against a surprisingly clean restroom. I didn’t understand what he was asking for, but I noticed when he pulled flaccidly at a growing lump at his crotch.
I could hear my heartbeat. I’d bet that he could hear it too. A swelling feeling was palpable in the air. I gulped and looked up at his face. He knew I was looking at the lewd lump in his soft red pants and I flushed in embarrassment. The feeling from the locker room and watching those men. But now, there was only one man. And he was fully acknowledging me. And me him, but mostly his…
“I hardly get much time between Meet’and’Greets and Package Delivery,” Santa groaned, “I don’t get much time to… spread my own joy.”
Something flexes in his hand, beneath his trousers.
I’m spellbound. Santa is so much man, relaxing right in front of me. His clothes look heavy, like they might spill off of him at any moment if I stare hard enough. And I’m trying to stare hard enough.
“Would you like to see it, Ricky?”
I would. And I’ve nodded before I can think about it. Santa’s red shirt spills open, revealing what appears to be a big beer-gut tummy, barely held back by a worn tank top. He reaches up and pulls free a belt end from the buckle, before letting it jangle pleasantly to the side. Then he did something that elicited an enormous heat of excitement. Adrenaline. He opened his red trousers, reached deep into the front hole of his white briefs, and fished out his cock.
I went dead still. I was swimming in heat. I could’ve died in that moment from the intensity of just seeing all that meat pulsing in front of me. I swallowed instinctually. He let it hang in front of me for a second before realizing I could use some instruction.
“C’mere Ricky… why don’t you come get a taste?”
He ushered me to my knees by doing little more than gently grabbing his fat cock and milking a bead of pre out. I didn’t know what I wanted but I wanted it bad. Perhaps greater than any want I had wanted before. I don’t remember getting down on my knees, but suddenly I was face to face with it. The beautiful cock head being held out to meet me.
“Open up. Say Ah”
I did. And I was rewarded by having the cock head dragged down my hanging tongue. I swallowed again. I didn’t know what it all meant… for a hefty, beautiful man to be dragging his mighty cock across my tongue and giving me the first taste of his seed… but it was as if my body knew. Knew that it was what I needed.
“Ohh, you are going to be such a good helper for Santa,” he cooed. “Go ahead and lick it for me a bit. Then see if you can gently get your whole mouth around my meat. Careful about your teeth.”
I obey wholeheartedly. I am getting to be a good help and it’s like I was made to do this. At Santa’s approval, I take his penis in my hand and it seems to pulse appreciatively at my squeezes and licks. Another bead of pearly white forms on the head and Santa gives me an encouraging nod. I look at it and drag my tongue across the head, mimicking the earlier motion. Santa groans beautifully and beckons me to continue. I’m rubbing my tongue around the ridge along the head. I’m licking down the shaft and start to angle the cock towards my mouth. It’s a LOT, I realize. More than it looked when I was standing and gawking at it earlier. Did it grow since I knelt down?
I’ve got the cock aimed at my mouth and I start going down on it. It’s a funny feeling, putting a cock in my mouth. I’m not sure I would’ve thought to do this without Santa’s help. But now that I’m here? It just makes sense.
Santa seems so happy that he gently starts to pump his cock head in and out of my mouth. He’s moaning with pleasure and telling me I’m so good at this, when he instructs me to pull off entirely.
I don’t understand, but comply with a little hesitation. I’m on my knees, sitting back on my ankles, and this amazing hunk of a man is beating his glistening cock just above my head, rapidly pulling the foreskin back and forth over the head before plunging his fist down to the base and back again. His fat cock pulsing above me is captivating, and my mouth is already open when I’m told to open wide.