Date: Tue, 4 Jul 2023 10:15:16 -0400 From: Leo Rockwell Subject: Helping Santa. Chapter 2: Additional Duties [[This is a work of fiction based entirely off of other fiction]] [[This story is a Gay Male, Adult Youth story. It involves erotic sexual acts between an older Man and a younger man]] [[If viewing erotic fiction of this nature is illegal in your area, please don't read. Be Safe.]] [[If you enjoy it, please leave a comment or email me at liongray0216@gmail.com]] [[Consider donating to Nifty.org]] [[Thanks]] Helping Santa Chapter Two: Additional Duties [[Adult-Youth, Oral, worship, Cum-feeding, Ws]] "You will?" I was ecstatic. I felt warm and special. I was chosen to be a conduit for the Christmas Spirit and help Santa himself! I came back the very next day and did the same thing as soon as I was allowed. "Ohnnnn Ricky~ you're such a good little cocksuckerrr ohhh..." I didn't totally understand it. And some days felt more naughty than others. I mean. All of them were a bit naughty. I felt the heat of my own desire lighting up each time as I approached him at the Mall and when he'd lock the bathroom door behind me. And when he'd heft his pulsing cock and balls out through or over his trousers, and wave them at me enticingly. And when he'd call me his special little helper. "That's it Ricky, ohnggggg yeah." And when he'd piston his cock in and out of my mouth, letting the foreskin glide along my tongue and his balls slap messily against my chin. I couldn't always keep the saliva from making a mess as he fucked urgently, but I'd try for a while. Sometimes I'd give up. Sometimes he would really fuck my mouth. Sometimes he would moan as he'd cum with just the tip of his uncut cock pistoning in and out of my lips, hips bucking. But most often he'd gently tilt my head back and thumb my mouth open. He'd cum into my mouth while beating his fat member just over my face. He'd tell me to look up at him while he did it, so he could watch. Santa fed me a big load of spunk every time. Load after Load after Load into my open mouth. I didn't get tired of it and neither did he. I went from liking the flavor of his cum to loving it. I think it was really growing on me. Obviously it had the association of spending time with this gorgeous hunk of a magical man. And having him lovingly feed me his cum. And getting to witness his gorgeous manly body as he stood over me. But I believe there was even more to it. Ever since Santa told me about it, I've been considering the magical properties of his seed. He'd told me it held the Christmas Spirit, in addition to some proteins and nutrients. It was faint at first, but I think I could feel something changing. Something growing in me. A certain bit of confidence I couldn't draw upon before. It was still a small candle I had to protect, but I felt a bit warmer overall now. And I was excited to feed it and see what happened. As well as see him as often as he'd allow to be his trusty helper. One day after he'd unloaded a fierce helping of cum onto my tongue, he sauntered over to the toilet after. He stood there, hesitated, then shrugged and called me over. I pulled the cum from my face into my mouth, stood, and joined him. I was still fully clothed as usual, and his cock and balls were just hanging over his red trousers. He held his fat flaccid cock at the bowl and jetted out a short stream of piss. He caught a tiny bit with his finger before presenting it to my face. I was naturally pretty confused. I was no stranger to his fingers, having them shoved experimentally in my mouth on a number of occasions. But he just peed on this one digit directly. "It's okay. It came from me." This explanation satisfied some, but I still hesitated. "Part of this bond we have can be supplemented with the nutrients in my piss. It operates a bit differently than my cum, but they work together and even compliment each other. Some of the magic and christmas effort runs through me like a river. It's part of why I drink so much water, and you should too. But again, the burden is offloaded from me if I can share it with someone I'm bonding with. Mine is also a bit of an antioxidant, due to the compound. It's got a number of health benefits. Just a bit of an acquired taste." I'm already getting on my knees, as he reassures me that he'll start slow. He fingers my mouth slowly, so I can get a little taste. Not nearly as bad as I was expecting. The flavor was somewhat harsh, but still compelling. After fingering for a bit, he pulls them out and moves his cock to my mouth as he's done many many times before. Only this time, he's soft. He's holding a cock that's all foreskin. I love his hard cock, but I realize it's beautiful like this too. It's soft and gentle between my lips and teeth. It pleasantly almost... gummy? I reach up and pull the foreskin down a bit and lick along the underside. I probe the bunched up foreskin to seek the head. Santa asks if I'm ready, and I return from my idle trance. I set my lips readily sealed around the soft pulsing cock. He goes, jetting only a short burst of urine into my mouth. Still, it's much faster than I expect and it's swallowed instantly. The flavor quickly resounds through my mouth. It is pungent. But not at all bad. It's definitely warmer than I expected, coming straight from him. It makes sense. It's coming from inside his body, and the realization makes me feel intimately attached to him. A warm connection flowing directly between us. It's salty too, but... I like it. And I hunger for more. I pull my lips off the cock look up at him. "I... is there more?" "There sure is. But I'm gonna need you to hold it in your mouth while I go. Much easier that way. Are you ready?" And before I let myself hesitate and think about how strange it is... that I'm letting this godly handsome man piss into my mouth, for me to gratefully swallow, I've nodded. And it begins with vigor again. The pee tickles my tongue as it shoots straight onto it with force. My mouth is filling up rapidly with piss and I've got no choice but to swallow it down. I down a big gulp of piss just in time to make room for more. Santa's pissing real fast into me and I'm sending it down into my gullet as fast as I can. I can feel the warmth building up inside me. It's a nice feeling, getting full. And his piss keeps coming and getting swallowed. The flavor is hard, but easy to like and I love it. I swallow more and more. Another mouthful swallowed. And another. Gulp. Gulp. I almost don't drink it quick enough, but then the cock in my mouth starts to slow its pace until, suddenly, paradoxically, I am so full yet wanting for more. Santa leaves his cock in my mouth for a bit longer, drinking in the feeling. I think he's started doing that for me. I blush at the thought of him knowing how much I enjoy all of this strange behavior. I want to tell him. I want him to know that even if it didn't mean being his helper or being his partner, even if there was no Christmas Spirit... what am I saying? That I would be so happy to meet up with this stranger in a public bathroom and suck his cock? Drink his cum and piss even if it didn't mean anything else? The thought is humbling and I leave it for now, as Santa pulls his soft cock out of my mouth with an audible sound. I'm left feeling warm and very full, but also a bit guilty. Guilty between the lewd behavior and wondering if I'm just being naughty for helping Santa out this way.