“Ohhhhh, that’s right Ricky, open wide enough for Daddy Santa to gnnnnnugh… ughhhh!!”
His moans and groans make me feel right at home as spunk jets forward, landing into my waiting mouth. A second spurt darts into the back of my throat, causing me to swallow and close my mouth a bit. Then a third is let loose, splashing hard against my cheek. I think I’ve messed up and I open my mouth to welcome the fourth, fifth, sixth… seventh… and then a drible. Santa is sounding exhausted, like he’s just finished climbing a bunch of stairs. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen an adult looking so spent. So drained! He seems very happy though, as he smiles down at me. I keep positively still.
“Ehehhh, ahahehh… very good Ricky.”
Santa seems amused. Maybe I looked silly trying to be so still. Or maybe he was watching as that thick splash of cum was running down my face. It felt huge, but I didn’t dare move much, except for angling to keep it from falling off my face completely. Santa just snorted before using his shrinking cock to mop it up and stuff that into my mouth with the rest of his load.
“So… how’s it taste?”
In the urgency of sitting perfectly still and catching all that I could, I hadn’t really thought about it. The taste of all the cum in my mouth. It was… hard to describe. Engaging. Reverberant. A little salty, perhaps. But there was some significant substance to it that I hadn’t tasted before. Earthy? Musky? I wondered aloud if that was umami.
“Ahah, something like that! It’s my cum. You see… all people can cum. Some men even cum like me, but my cum is… a bit different. It might be subtle, but my cum has certain properties you might notice.”
This was a lot to take in, but while I listened, I also got a chance to taste the large amount of cum in my mouth, and what I’d swallowed still simmering in my throat. The flavor was almost evolving as I listened. A definite aphrodisiac for me.
“One property for instance is that it helps us bond, spiritually. We share a bond that not many others can say they have. With my cum inside you now-”
Santa put the web of his palm to my throat, before drawing it down, to simulate the swallowing of cum.
“A part of me is inside you now. That helps me trust in you and work with you more closely. Why, I can feel myself inside you right now,” He said smiling down at me. And as strange as this situation would already seem, that made me blush with shy pride.
“My spirit exists within you. With that said, it’s only temporary,” he frowned, “So we’ll have to do it a few more times to keep it going. Feed it, so to speak. Feed you, Ricky.”
His cock was waning from the hardness at full climax, but it was still large. He shook it towards me to emphasize with a point of concern:
“Would you be okay with that?”
“Y-yes!…” I just about blurted out. I worried that I was being too enthusiastic about this weird ritual. I’d swallowed down my mouthful of cum and was left wanting for more. Worried we wouldn’t get to do it. Actually worried. But all was okay when I saw the reassurance in his eyes.
“Good. We can keep you topped off so to speak with regular meetings like this.” He smiled. “The Second Property I want to mention!” He drew up a serious finger and expression. “Is that my cum has certain nutrients in it.”
“Nutrients?”
“Yes. It’s a bit complicated to explain. Simply put, my cum is very good for you. Like taking your vitamins. Or a wheatgrass shot.”
I made a face, thinking about the green juice shots they sell at Juice Bars. “I think I much prefer um…” I looked up at Santa, awaiting my response. “I think I like your cum much better…”
“Perfect. I’ll make you more. You’ll feel brimming with the Christmas spirit in no time! But we’ll have to make sure to get enough of me in you!”
I consider this notion, blush, and nod again, avoiding eye contact.
“In addition, it helps offload my stress levels. Like I’ve said, I’ve got a whole year’s worth of holiday cheer building up inside of me. Really helps relieve that stress if I can let it out into you. Give you some of my load.”
I’m flustered again at the thought and reddening like a tomato.
“Nowww, no need to be shy… Though truth, be told, this is a bit naughty.”
I looked up in shock! The antithesis of Goodness? Telling me that we were just being naughty? I felt the sweltering blush of my sins rise up in me again. Was this because I didn’t control my desire? Did I do something wrong?!
“But that’s ok. Because you were helping me. It’s very important that I don’t get too stressed out. I can’t carry all these loads myself! It gets a bit too heavy.” He holds up his balls to show me the weight, “So thaaat’s why you feel so warm, Rikcy. It is a little bit bad,” he said smiling guiltily, “but you’re doing it for the right reasons. You help take some of these loads, then you’re helping me keep Christmas alive and well.”
It was an awesome responsibility being posed to me. And I was delighted for it. He looked at me expectantly and I realized I needed an answer. I didn’t know what to say, so I just sheepishly said: