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Subject: Grandpa is a mall Santa – 05 The following story is fictional. None of the events, characters, or locations are real. Please do not read if you are under 18 or if the content is illegal in your jurisdiction. I am grateful to Nifty for posting my stories. If you enjoyed my story or any others on this site then please show your appreciation and donate whatever you can afford. Every little fty/donate.html No part of this story may be reproduced in whole or in part in any manner without the permission of the owner. ——————————————– Grandpa is a mall Santa Part 05 by Shirokuma Chaser 2020 © contact me and share your thoughts at shirokumachaser@ ———————————————- I was just another regular teenager kid, confused with my sexual desires. Who would know that I will receive my first blow job from Santa Claus? and in a public space like the bathroom of a big mall in Chicago?, at least I couldn’t ever imagine that escenario before coming out of the closet with grandpa, or more like he entered and pushed me out when he was dressing for his new job and caught me staring lustfully at his red velvet outfit. Since that moment Pops became my lover, my personal chubby mature polar bear, his passionate and some times rough fucking sesions drived me crazier each time we were alone. His new duties as a professional kids entertainer (at least for Xmas season) represented a challenge for our encounters, finding the gentlemen’s restroom as our only space for future endeavors. Pops came home really tired from the long working hours of the first day of many more, even if he loved his role as Saint Nicholas, bringing joy to countless children, the level of concentration to avoid breaking character with spoiled brats demanded most of his energy. Our family dinner was a little awkward due to his quiet expressions. That night when we laid on the bed (I was spooned naked by him, as always) he demanded a long kissing session that I gladly fulfilled, he almost fucked me, lost in the lewd desires for my body, but the constant danger of my parents nearby kept us on the ground, my still tender anus need a little bit more of rest anyway. I loved the smell of his musky odor, this manly man’s aroma was driving me crazy, the fact that he preferred morning showers was perfect to allow me to sleep lost in his scent, and the warmth of his furry body pressed against my smoth frame was the combination needed to make me feel safety, loved and protected from the world. Next afternoon we repeated our izmit escort encounter at the mall’s bathroom, but this time I agreed to get fucked again, my asshole was still mildly sore but Pops deserved my attention, I saw myself in the mirror of the restroom getting ravished with passionate lust by Santa. He bent me over the sink’s countertop and was piledriving my intestines nonstop while I was cumming hands free and making a small pool of sperm on the floor. I was missing this feeling, but the waiting time whort it, my sphincter was mostly recovered and allowed me to endure his assault. I went home completely satisfied, and I know Pops was too. That night his humor were different, more relaxed and was talkative again with mom and dad, this made me understand that even if oral sex is great it is nothing compared to a real fuck. During three weeks, everyday was filled with our passion at the mall, I sucked Pops meat, he fucked me and sent me home seeded and content. Our family dinner was joyful too, he later confessed to me that the daily discharges kept his mind focused at work, and his penis far away from kids attention. My body was completely acostumed to his sex drive at this point, my anus doesn’t get sore anymore and my throat barely presents gag reflex. The only thing that would make this even better would be if he gave more blow jobs to my dick, but he rarely was in the mood for it, he was the alpha male who dominated me with kindness and love. Our perfect sex plan will suffer a new challenge, on November 24 (two days before Thanksgiving) Pops didn’t arrive for our dinner, so mom tell us to eat without him. After our meals he sent me a phone text message and asked me to take a taxi and meet him at the mall to help him with some late errands at the mall, as Chicago is dangerous late at night, even for Santa, I told my parents that grandad solicited my presence and they agreed and phone called a cab for me, I was getting out of the apartment building to take the cab when Pops shouted out my name, from the other sidewalk, I stopped froze and was perplexed of seeing him there, he approached and paid to the driver to get lost (driver asked me if I was ok with that before leaving). Pops was wearing his black coat to hide his red outfit below, his crimson robe was not on sight, he must have left it at the mall. He led me to the nearest coffee shop and we took the most far booth to be alone. Then Pops dropped me a bomb: “Pauly, you became the world for me, and you know I will never do anything to hurt you”. “Yes Pops, I’m happy, izmit otele gelen escort and you are my world too”. “Let me tell you something that will scare you at the start, but please let me finish my talking before you complain, ok Pauly?”. “Ok Pops, I guess”. Then he proceed to told me that a representant of the union, where the Santas of Chicago are affiliated to, paid a visit at the mall where Pops works, because in the daily reports of the ‘mystery shoppers’ his performance was highlighted as the best one of the season so far, and he did a sort of ‘undercover boss’ surveillance to detect the key aspects that leaded to it. At first the man was glad with what he found, everything seemed more than ok. Knowing the best time to talk with Pops would be the lunch break he waited at the distance from the balcony of second floor, and then noticed me being led by one of the elves to the backstage room and prefered to wait a little more, then he noticed my exit from the back door of the tent, going to the bathroom and then Pops minutes after me. As Pops returned half an hour later, and no one else came in or out of the restroom during that time, except me a couple of minutes later, that rang a bell of something suspicious was happening and the man returned on two other occasions and the same behaviour occurred at the same hours, so he finally talked with Pops tonight after work and told him he knew about us. This comment was killing me inside, imagining Pops in jail, and I being grounded for life and disowned by Dad. Something similar crossed for my grandpa’s mind so he quickly calmed me down with the continuation of the story. The man stated to Pops that he was not blackmailing nor threatening us in any form, but he was aroused by the idea of a willing young lad that likes older men, moreover, chubby and fulfilling the Santa stereotype, and was offering 500 dollars for a sesion with full services, or even up to 1000 for a day of sex. Pops guarantee me that it was all up to me, whichever it was my decision the man will respect it. The idea was thrilling me, I’m not gonna lie, so I told Pops: “Sounds exciting, but scary, is he a good man?”. “Yes, he worked as a mall Santa before becoming a representative at the union”. “So he is older than you?”. “Not really, maybe a couple of years younger, remember that I got this job from a newspaper ad, and my trainee group had men from 45 to 70, some needed prosthetic bellies, some needed wigs, etc. a few got the exact body type and work with children, the gölcük escort rest have other duties, and not many likes to reprise the role another year due the stress”. “That means…he is…”. “Yeah, totally your liking type”. “Ok, let’s try it with the one session offer first”. “Pauly!!, I thought you would be harder to convince, what a surprise!!… but you will have to give me my 15% commission fee”. “So, now I’m your bitch, Pops?”. “I guess, but don’t put labels on the pleasure, this will work only if you are willing to. We can kill the deal at any time”. “So, when will this start?”. “If you are ok with the idea, you could do it tomorrow morning if you skip some of your last classes, and can come to the mall for your daily dose of Pops too. win/win”. I thought to myself “And I will have more to celebrate on Thanksgiving dinner”. I agreed with the deal but I was so aroused that I couldn’t wait a minute more without having Pops inside me, so as my parents were expecting our late arrival anyway we went to the basement of our apartment building to search for a hidden spot in the bodega area near the boiler room. We found a little corner that will be our temporal nest of love, Pops removed his black garment and put it over some wooden boxes to improvise a very small bed, or at least to cushion a little his weight over mine. He was half dressed as Santa (only the crimson robe was missing but he didn’t bring it) I just simply dropped my pants a little below my butt, enough to free my penis and let his meaty spear enter my well accustomed anus. He possessed me right there in the vail of the dimmed light, this time he was facing me and I could kiss his lips while getting pounded as if no tomorrow, this helped to muffle our moans. After a wild session of passionate love making in the most deepest and secluded area of this building, Pops flooded my bowels with his creamy sperm for the second time of the day, since the most special day of my life, when he took my cherry, we didn’t have chance to do it more than once per day until now. When he dislodged his rod from my chute he kneeled and took my penis in his mouth, his blow jobs were rare but today we were on the verge of the lust and didn’t care about the time passing, I came a lot and he obligated to suck me dry, drinking my seed. When we were spent, Pops and I engaged in a long kissing battle, I could taste my own milk in his mouth, after nothing more was missing we dressed and took the elevator to return home. I was wondering how much more magical will become my Xmas season this year, Pops got it already covered, but the idea of another Santa willing to pay me for what I do for love was extremely exciting. ———————– will this continue? If you liked please contact me and share your thoughts ail. flares will be ignored