Date: Wed, 9 Dec 2020 21:44:51 -0600
From: shiro kumachaser <shirokumachaser@gmail.com>
Subject: Chubby bears - 05

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Chubby bears Part 05

by Shirokuma Chaser 2020 ©

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When I was walking home I saw the postal service truck two blocks away in
the opposite direction. As soon as Mr. Patrick was near to me, we waved to
each other and continued our paths, his route passes for my block between 3
- 5 pm every day. He has been the mailman of our neighborhood since I
remember, and as an old school postal worker he likes to give a small chat
with every client to make his dutty enjoyable, he also does this to keep
the pets accustomed to him and avoid future comical cartoon scenes of dogs
chasing him, he is too old and fat to prevent a rabid bite on time.

Mr. Patrick is a mature chubby man of 60years, reaching the 300 lbs mark,
even if he could retire from service a decade ago he keeps working to have
something to do with his life, for him it is a relief working on truck
instead of walking all the route. From his previous talks we knew his
father was an Irish immigrant and his mom was a texan lady, so his skin is
white with a small trace of freckles scattered on his face, his cheeks and
nose were always blushed for the heat of the daily routine, has far traces
of red hair (mostly grayish now) and sport a thick beard and mustache to
make a set with his hair, this makes him look like Santa, his uniform
consist on a shirt with short sleeves and cargo shorts, this allows to
admire his chubby arms and legs that are covered with salt and pepper fur,
his crotch section displays a noticeable bulky package, yet to be discover
what is inside.

When I opened the door I could see that on the floor there were the weekly
letters from Mom for Dad and I (by the time I was 12 years old the
international phone calls were not cheap), she told us aunt Lulu recovery
was on schedule, but confirmed that the next 3 months she will be still
needed (as planned). Her letter told me to be prepared to receive a package
(I smirked thinking on Mr. Patrick's zipped part) with souvenirs from
Mexico, in my head this ment I will be able to see Mr. Patrick this week
again with a little less rush than today.

I rushed to take a quick shower to get rid of the cutted hair on my scalp
and wash my teeth, I didn't want to salute dad with the odor of another man
on (or in me), and also I was expecting to have a longer shower with him. I
crashed on the couch wearing only my shorts and kept a tshirt nearby just
in case some unexpected visitor rang the bell. I turned on the TV and the
porn movie from last night was still on pause, dad forgot to change
channels and disable the access. I searched on the schedule the names and
prev descriptions of the menu offers, I selected one with bear topics and
push play, I really didn't like the video (internet offers better selection
for tastes like mine) but I wanted to kill time. Dad arrived around 6pm and
caught me watching porn "Are you taking classes at home?" he said in a
sarcastic voice, "yeah, that was the idea, but this is nothing compared to
x, y and z websites" I responded also in a sarcastic way, my father just
opened his eyes a little, sighed and both laughed very loud, "Damn it!!,
son, you will need to teach me someday".

Dad asked me to order pizza, beers and sodas in the meanwhile he used the
bathroom to poop and get as comfortable as I was. When he finished the
delivery was not yet at home and he told me

"Ok, I'm hungry but we don't have food yet, lets kill some time moving your
stuffs to my room"

"Really?"

"Yes, son, were you expecting me to move with you? your bed is smaller"

"No, I meant, I was thinking on grabbing the daily cloths only"

"This way is easier, and you can use my room 24/7 till mom returns"

"Yay!!"

The plan was easy, we exchanged mom's drawers from their room with mine,
our fourniture matched in the closet part and the hanging clothes were even
easier. By the time we finished the pizza arrived.

In the middle of the meal dad asked:

"How was your day?"

"Do you notice something new?"

"Damn it, son, when your mom ask that i never know what to answer"

"I got a haircut"

"Ok"

"And an italian fresh load"

My dad spat the beer over me

"What?"

"Yes, Mr Tribbiani was willing"

Then I described the entire scene with details from my arrival till my
departure of the barber shop. My father got horny with the pornographic
chat and when I asked "What do you think dad?" he stood up and showed me
his boner and told me "Just check this, is enough answer?" then he took my
hand and guided me to our room, we removed the remaining cloths and he bend
me over the edge of the bed and got on his knees, I received my first rim
job of my life, at first it was tickles but when his tongue entered my anus
my mind went blank and I began to moan softly.  I was in cloud nine when he
tried to penetrate me but I was still too virgin for a direct assault "Damn
it!, son, you are tight as yesterday" and he bring the lube from
nightstand, when he completely cover his penis with the oily thing returned
behind me and pushed me deeper into the mattress, accommodating his paunch
over my lower back and used his hands to separate my butt cheeks, I could
feel his hairy legs rubbing mine, and combined with the heat of his stomach
was an overwhelming situation, then I felt his shaft making his way into
me, his head needed four pushes to get inside my sphincter, God! it felt
like fire, and I screamed "Ahh!", dad just said "Relax, son, you need to
get use to this, just remember yesterday" then he stopped there a couple of
minutes, caressing my back with both hands making a seductive massage on my
plates, when I finally relaxed and he sensed my anus grip was not so strong
he grabbed me by the hips and ramed his entre lenght inside me before
saying anything else, "AAAAAAAHHhhhhh!" I screamed moaning this time and
then I felt his nutsack over mine and his pubes itching my butt, he stopped
again to allow me to get comfortable with the meaty invasor, he used his
knees spread my legs a little more and he restarted the erotic massage on
my back.

"How do you feel, son?" dad asked me and the only thing I answered was
"stuffed" and he responded "and not for the pizza, I suppose", we both
laughed again and his paunch trembled over my back with each laugh, this
made me feel comfortable and completely relaxed and the pushing machine
began, each time he pressed my prostate my brain numbed and the only thing
I could think was about dicks and milk, if my dad asked something I wasn't
able to answer anything, just moans, this position was even better than the
spun fucked he gave me the day before and I was lost in the river of
emotions, this seemed to last hours for me and I wasn't aware my father was
about to cum, I was bring back to earth when dad pinned me further into
mattress and felt more of his weigh over me, he was spasming and moaning
loudly "MMMmmh... Mhhhmmm...Mhhhhh" with no words this time, and his entire
mass began to shiver over my back and legs, he was unloading deep inside
me, I was dry orgasming.

When dad fluids stopped he patted my neck and when I arose my torso he took
me from my hips and removed us from bed, without dislodging his penis from
my intestines he sat on bed with my body over his, he moved further into
bed and with a mastery of movements we both reach the spoon position that
dad loves the most, we fell asleep. By 10 pm his growling stomach woke me
up and I woke him "Dad, dad.. It seems you are hungry", his penis went soft
in the middle of this nap this time and no one noticed, the sheets were a
mess but we didn't change them, "lets keep this smell for round two, but
let's finish the pizza before anything more" dad said and we both laughed.

When we were dining I told my dad about an incoming package from mom. He
said, "good, be alert to receive it, you know the package tiefs are a
problem in this area". That night my dad was very horny, I sucked him and
he didn't let me move my head from his penis when he came, I slept over his
crotch, I remember being awakened by his hands pushing me again to his
shaft in the morning. I think my dad was trying to state that even if Mr
Tribbiani used my mouth he is still the owner of my throat and was
remarking his territory.

Subsecuent days dad kept me servicing him orally and fucking me in his
favorite spoon position but no new blow job lessons nor kamasutra pages
were introduced to our shared time that week, my father was sattisfied with
my sexual training so far and at the same time kept me content.

The Friday afternoon was hot as hell, more than the typical Texan weather,
and I arrived home covered in sweat due the walking distance from school
(our bus service couldn't make his late route due mechanical problems). I
got into the kitchen and got nude, scattering the clothes on the kitchen's
floor, there is still plenty of time for my dad to arrive, so after a
refresh and a nap I can always clean my mess.

I went for a cold soda from the fridge, I drank the half when the door
rang, "shit, who dares to disturb me with this temperature?" I told myself,
then I just put the emergency t-shirt I got on the couch and no underwear,
"I'm just going to open a crack on the door enough to tell visitors to come
back another day" I was stating in my mind, the t-shirt is long enough to
cover my penis.

When I opened the door I saw Mr. Patrick was waiting on the porch, he was
cooling his face with a handheld fan, sweating as a pig, his postal service
uniform was visibly wet on his torso forming a V pattern and his breath was
a little heavy. He was carrying a box on the other hand, so I immediately
knew it was the package mom sent to us and with excitement I forgot my
dressing state and fully opened the door.

"Good afternoon Mr. Patrick"

"Good afternoon Johny, It seems your mom sent you this"

When I took the box my t-shirt climbed a bit over my crotch, I think the
mailman noticed because he got a jaw drop face for a couple of seconds but
didn't say anything.

"I need your signature, your mom paid extra to ensure the delivery"

"Yes, just let me put this box inside"

My mind started to run in full speed planning on how to take advantage of
this man, so I added:

"Mr. Patrick, why don't you come inside? My dad have some cold beers if you
like one"

"Oh boy, that would be awesome, but I can't drink alcohol while on duty, if
you have water or soda I can accept a glass, please, I'm melting here"

"Ofcourse, come in, please take a sit on the sofa, I was about to turn on
the Air conditioner, I arrived just 5 minutes ago"

"Thanks, you are a saver, a quick refreshing break will do marvels to this
old body"

Mr. Patrick took a seat with his legs spread and his enormous paunch
hanging over his middle section, still weaving his handheld fan. I was
walking with the box and was about to let it on top of the kitchen bar when
my t-shirt again climbed and let visible my butt, I could sense his eyes
over my teen body and when I turned around to prove my point I could see
his stare over my lower half, then he noticed my face and quickly turned
his to the main door as if nothing happened. "Bingo" I mumbled to myself.

Then I used the remote to turn on the AC and put my underwear and pants
again (I have to torture this man If I want him to make the first move, the
barber experience showed me is safer this way), all my cloths were
scattered on the floor between the kitchen bar and fridge (not visible from
the couch) I grabbed a soda and retrieved my half finished one to the couch
and made him company.

"Mr. Patrick, sorry for the flashing show, but I was not expecting company
and this damn mad water is hot as hell"

"Don't worry boy, I do the same at my house, and if I could I would be
there right now.. but completely naked, no one visits me nor deliver
letters to the mailman"

While he was sipping his soda I noticed he was visibly less heated, his
forehead sweat stopped from running and his breathing was normal.

"Mr. Patrick, isn't your route for this block usually later?"

"Yes boy, but in this heat I decided not to do the usual chat with clients
and the things speed up, in fact this is the last deliver of the day, I
could arrive an hour ago but I know the regular schedules of my clients and
pushed your home last"

"Thanks, so this means you have plenty of time to cool yourself?"

"Well, yes, I think so"

After half an hour of chatting about random things like sports and movies,
I was fascinated with his manly odor, his sweat was dry by now but his
lasting scent was covering my nostrils, I could detect the slightly aroma
of soap and deodorant, Mr Patrick is a classy man but this hot day made his
musk win the battle of fragrance. This, combined with the close sight of
his hairy legs and arms, his rotund stomach, and his grayish hair made my
mind go blank, as I said before, this man looks like Santa wearing cargo
shorts and shirt with short sleeves.  I decided to ask personal questions

"Mr. Patrick, don't you have a wife?"

"No, i'm a widower, my Silvia died 10 years ago when I was planning my
retirement, that is why I decided to still hang around making me useful to
others, and keep me alive at the same time "

Then this man took the lead of the conversation, and put his right chubby
and heavy hand over my left leg.

"And what about you boy? any special girl?"

"Not, I think I don't like girls yet"

"How old are you?"

"12"

"When I was you age I was dating two girls at same time, you sure will find
one in no time"

"But I think I like other way"

He froze for a second, then squeezed my leg and continue the questioning

"why do you think that?"

"A classmate and I are having blowjobs from each other and I hooked to the
flavor of his sperm, I still can't produce my own "

I was lying, I cannot tell him about dad and I, in fact to anyone, I
promised. The mailman let go my leg and completely reclined on the sofa,
then he said "Come, sit on my lap", this was beyond my imagination, this
Santa was asking me to sit over him, in my own house and no one else
around, I rushed to comply and I sat over his right leg, he put his right
arm around my torso and make me recline my left side over his beer belly,
his other hand took both of my legs and make them cross over his left leg ,
then he put that hand over my chin and made me face him, we look into
eachothers eyes and gave me a small kiss, his bearded lips felt weird at
the beginning, as I didn't complain he gave me another kiss, longer and
moved his hand to the back of my neck, after a very long kiss using only
lips he released me and said:

"Oh, boy!! please sorry, years of not kissing, I was craving for attention"

Then I moved on his lap, sitting as a cowboy and hugged the only part I can
reach with both arms, his neck. This was a tedious task, his pauch was
trying to keep me away from his chest. I then said:

"Don't worry Santa, I loved"

And we both laughed, his trembling torso sent chills to my spine. the only
thing I could think about was kissing him back, he opened his mouth and I
did the same, our tongues began to wrestle, I was savoring his saliva when
I felt his penis getting erect under my butt.

"Jonhy, please stop, I'm still at working hours, and your neighbors will
notice that the postal truck outside is parked by almost an hour"

"But santa.. I don't want to stop"

"I know, but what if you visit me tomorrow morning, In my place we can be
alone"

"But santa..."

"Shush... If we don't stop now I won't be able to return to postal office,
what would you father do if he sees me here with you, also you deserve a
rested Santa to play with, at my age, at this hour, and with the type of
work I have my battery is down, I need a long sleep"

Reluctantly I accepted those facts, and we got a last long deep kissing
hug. Mr. Patrick returned to the real world and I kept sexually frustrated,
waiting for my dad's return.


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