Date: Tue, 8 Dec 2020 19:03:09 -0600 From: shiro kumachaser Subject: Grandpa is a mall Santa - 01 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 helps. http://donate.nifty.org/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 01 by Shirokuma Chaser 2020 © contact me and share your thoughts at shirokumachaser@gmail.com This is intended to be a series of histories about my sexual encounters with the type of persons I love the most (Mature, chubby, and hairy men, all in one combined) ---------------------------------------------- My name is Pauly, I live in Chicago Illinois, and the stories about to tell you happened 10 years ago when I was 13. Since I remember I enjoyed December, the snow in this city made me feel like I was living in a sort of Xmas town, all the movies and tales on TV had scenarios like this one. This magic ended after my 10th birthday party in January, my parents revealed the secret behind this celebration saying I was old enough to understand the situation, and before a classmate would spoiler me the story, and ended breaking down in tears at school. The next couple of winters were uneventful for me, I lost the happiness of childhood. When I was 12 I discovered I was gay when a neigbhor showed me his dad's porn magazine stash and I my dick got almost not response from the typical images on it, but one supplement was focused on sugar daddies fucking young boys, seeing most of these men were bear type, old and chubby, fucking small brunets and blond guys, my penis got a rush of blood and I began to sport a tent in my pants. My friend was too focused on his own lecture to notice I robbed that publication for future purposes. Was his dad gay? I didn't know the answer to my thoughts that day, I simply hid the magazine In 2009 when I was 13 Mom and Dad told me Grandpa (Pops for me) will need to move and live with us, the 2008 recession hit hard on many people, especially our family because Pops lost his job and his house was going to be seized by the bank, Mom and Dad kept their jobs but we need to cut expenses nevertheless. This was great news for me because Pops and I were really good friends, I loved his company and having him at home every day would be awesome. Pops was 55 years at the moment, a 6 feet Irish bloodline chubby mature man, his facial hair was always shaved and his salt and pepper hair was beginning to thin but not bald spots yet, he liked to wear small glasses without rims. From previous family trips at Great Lakes I was fully aware of his furry mat that covered his entire body, I used to tell him he looked like Santa on vacations. I was a regular 5 feet 2 inches and 100lbs 13 years old boy, Irish as well like my parents. As we lived in a two bedroom apartment Pops would have to share space with me, so we adapted my room with two twin sized beds letting just a small space between them, enough to stand up in the mornings without disturbing the other sleeper. We got along pretty instantly and our relationship was normal for a couple of males. When the summer came and the heat was feeling again at home Pops liked to sleep almost nude, just wearing loose fit boxers, for a 13 years old boy exploring sexual preferences I was experiencing desires for the body of my grandpa, I liked to see him walking in the bedroom and laying on top of the sheets to cool down at night, his rotound paunch and flabby chest covered with red grayish hair was a delight for my eyes, his deep navel was inviting to be cleaned with my tongue, and the bulge his underwear was covering was massive. I barely managed to control myself from touching that body at scase feets from me, but the taboo of the situation was exciting too. I restricted myself to just wanking on the daily shower imagining my Pops entering and possessing me in any second. Even if my grandad tried to get a job to contribute in something, for a 55 years old man it was hard to find one, that changed in late October when in the newspaper was published an advertisement about a temporary job where the requirement was to fulfill the Santa type of men. Pops remembered my comments about his body and without second thoughts he contacted the advertiser. Grandad was informed he needed special training to take the job, some classes about how to talk with small childrens, and secretly allow parents to listen their desires, he discovered the Santa's impersonators had an association and he needed to affiliate to it, each mall required one Santa Claus and the less qualified group will be used to collect money on streets for the salvation army and stuff like that. Also some men could end without a job at all if the company detected mental issues or other problems to interact with people after the training process. Pops kept the secret about this job, at least in the Santas selection period, but I noticed he was letting his beard and mustache grow, I didn't ask why but he was becoming more attractive with this new look. One day after school I arrived home early, last class was cancelled, my parents were still at work and when I entered my room I saw Pops changing into his big red guy costume, black boots, white gloves and red hat. He was about to put his red robe over the outfit. I froze at the door with my jaw wide open and my penis raising inside my pants, an instant erection in record time for a teenager. Grandpa looked at me and after a quick inspection of my tent told me: "Really? Is Santa what turns you on, kiddo?". "What you mean Pops". "Boy, is obvious you are gay," he walked to my nightstand and showed me the hidden magazine, so no way to lie about it. "I'm perfectly fine with it, I even was waiting for you to make a movement, according to these pictures I fit the type you like". "But Pops, that doesn't mean..." "Be quiet boy, don't lie to yourself anymore, all those summer nights when you were almost drooling for my body and yet you hold yourself, and I had to hold myself too". "Shit," I was caught "Sorry Pops, please don't tell Dad". Pops just throw away the magazine and approached to me, he embraced me in a tight bear hug and robbed me a kiss that at first was kind of violent, but within seconds my body surrendered to the animal instincts, I returned the hug and kissed him back, we fused in a long and effusive demonstration of love, our tongues swirling inside the mouth of each other. I could feel my grandpa's penis getting erect against my own, his chubby stomach was trying to keep us apart but our arms found the way to caress our bodies. I was getting eaten alive by my personal Santa, his lips showed a mastery of decades of practice. Pops began to undress himself, but I stopped him and said: "Please, don't break the character, at least for this time let me enjoy the Santa experience at full". "Pauly, you are a kinky boy!" Pops responded. So grandpa just unzipped the fly of his red pants and unbuckled his black belt a couple of holes, enough to support the pants, getting out his family jewels in the process. I dropped to my knees and sniffed his manly musky odor, I got instantly addicted to my grandpa's aroma. His raging hard on was inviting, 7" of uncut meat with a girth of at least 4", his low hanging balls were the size of boiled eggs. This was my first time in contact with the genitals of another men, I told my grandpa this and he responded: "Today just do your best, let your instincts take over, we can have teaching lessons on other occasions, I have to go to a meeting in half an hour anyway". I tried to emulate what I have seen on the internet the best I could. Pops didn't raise objections with the results, I first kissed the peehole and caressed his balls with my hands, gently fondling each one of them and then peeled his shaft to lick his entire head, Pops began to moan and I felt his gloves on my ears, he was thrusting his penis on the air and slapped my cheeks in both sides a couple of times, indicating me to open my mouth, when I complied he sank his prick and my tongue was trapped for a moment, when he moved out a little I began to swirl it and suck the best I could, he pushed some inches more and his head was against the entry of my throat, this time my gag reflects didn't allow me to be fully impaled by grandpa, I was doing my best, but he was big. After some minutes I heard Pops screaming and moaning loudly "Oh shit, O shit... I'm cumming boy, I'm cumming," and he unloaded his seed in my mouth, it tasted salty and strong but I enjoyed the flavor, I tried to drink all the shoots, but he was faster than my gulping throat, many of his cum was dripping from my lips and I tried to collect the most on my hands. When Pops finished and removed his penis I licked clean the head and proceeded to suck my fingers to recover the spilled sperm. "Thank you boy, this was wonderful, sorry to fly away and leave you like this, but I can't be late to my job today". I didn't answer a thing, I was transfixed by the moment and my mind was blank, floating in cloud nine. When I returned to earth I saw myself on the floor of my room with my clothes made a mess and Pops were not on sight. "I guess my December will be magical again" I thought to myself. ----------------------- will this continue? If you liked please contact me and share your thoughts at shirokumachaser@gmail.com. flares will be ignored