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Christmas was always the busiest time of the year for the mall, halls filled with shoppers young and old, kids who love the pretty lights and tree decorations, but every year, the most popular vendor was always the mall Santa. The lines for the mall Santa would stretch down halfway across the entire mall at times, winding around corners, filled with excited kids and terribly bored parents. No parent is truly excited to wait in line just to see a middle aged man in a red suit, except for Eric.

Eric, the single father of one, stood in line, concealing his glee. After his divorce with his wife he had started to experiment with men, and had discovered on accident that his favorite man was Bernard, the local mall Santa. The deer had dreams about finally laying with that giant polar bear, but no matter his efforts, he never saw Bernard except during christmas. Bernard was a mystery, who apparently lived alone. This year, Eric decided, he would finally get that hunky Santa for himself, tonight. He had brought his kids here as a cover, and when his ex finally came to pick them up, he'd wait until the mall closed and the man of his dreams would get up to leave, follow him until they were alone, then pounce. Yes, then he'd be able to reenact his dreams, bringing Santa to his knees, fucking both that mouth and giant ass, maybe even-

"Daaaaaad, I'm bored! Why do we even wait here anymore, I'm 11 years old! Big kids don't like Santa." His daughter whined, interrupting his train of thought. Maybe his excuse wasn't as perfect as he thought. "W-what? You've always loved Santa! I thought you still, uh, believed in him?" Knowing his ex-wife, she probably just told them he was fake without asking if Eric would mind. "No, mom told me last week that Santa was fake! Don't lie, dad!" Figures. Eric rubbed his eyes, and said, "Ok, fine, Santa is fake, but don't you still like seeing this Santa? You get to sit on his lap and tell him what you want!" Eric was quickly losing ground here. His daughter just stared back up at him incredulously, and he finally gave up. "Fine, we can do something else. It has to be at the mall though, We need to wait here until your mom comes to pick you up." His daughter rolled her eyes and mumbled something, probably a snarky remark, but he decided to ignore it. They got out of line and began to shop. As they passed the large display of a fake Santa's workshop, Eric caught a glimpse of the man in the red. Bernard was sitting in the large red chair, talking to a small child in his lap. His large white beard, which was real, surprisingly, shook as he laughed, his body rocking with his over-the-top 'HO-HO-HO!' His entire body was huge, his belly, arms, legs, everything was giant, just the way Eric liked it. He must've been staring because his daughter had to pull him away from the scene once again, forcing them deeper into the mall.

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Finally, after hours of shopping through kids clothes and toys, the mall was closing. His daughter waved goodbye as she got into her mother's car, the ex not even giving Eric the time of day. Whatever, he thought, he had other plans than to have pleasantries with her. He was going to bag his very own Santa.

He walked back into the mall, quickly avoiding the crowds as they left, and made his way back to the false workshop. He managed to get there as the last kid left, Santa waving goodbye as he gave his final laugh. Then, Santa cracked his back, said something to the elf at his side, which caused a laugh from them both, then walked off deeper into the mall, giving a wave to the elves as they started to clean up. Quickly, Eric followed the Santa, watching him walk down the hallway alone, until he reached an unmarked door next to the bathrooms. He opened the door, and entered, leaving Eric alone.

He quickly rushed over, not wanting to lose him, and followed him in, entering a cluttered hallway lined with shelves. They had cleaning supplies and boxes with bags and gloves and other assorted needs kept inside, but Eric wasn't focusing on that, he was focusing on the flash of red he watched just turn the corner. Eric stalked the Santa further into the building, until they stopped at a changing station. Seems Santa here got his own private room. He walked in, and almost closed the door, but ended up leaving it open, just a crack. Eric sneaked forward, and opened the door silently, watching him in the room.

Bernard had already taken off his large red coat, revealing the damp, sweaty wife beater and suspenders he had on underneath. While the red coat was iconic, it hid so much of his body from Eric, that he was now privy to. His gut was much more of a muscle gut, his pecs laying over them, resting. His arms were both giant, filled with bulk, muscle and fat alike, making this Santa out into a quintessential bear. His forearms were covered in darker hair, and his armpits, Eric noticed as he raised his arms up to stretch, were filled with both white fur and dark hair, the entire area slick with sweat, quickly turning the room musky. Eric watched the mall Santa scratch his gut lazily, before he began to pick his large teeth in the mirror. Now was his chance to enter the room! Eric pushed the door open farther, and slipped in, hugging the wall.

As Bernard checked out the mirror, Eric got an eye full of his giant red ass, which proved too much for him. He openly moaned, revealing himself. The Santa turned around quickly, finally noticing the older daddy deer that had been following him for so long. "Wh-who are- Where did you come from?" He said, startled. No guests should be in the building anymore, and he didn't look like an employee. Eric grinned, and said, "Oh, I was simply hoping to tell Santa my one wish for christmas, but the lines were just too long! I was hoping to just be able to tell you them now!" He moved from the wall and began to walk forward, cornering the red man. Bernard looked confused, and said, "Umm, sir the mall is closed, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. I'll be here tomorrow to... take your wish?" Eric shook his head, "Oh, no, no, no! I want to tell you my wish now! In fact, you seem to be in the perfect condition to fulfill it now too!" He closed in on Santa, blocking the door. Bernard now looked frightened, and said, "Sir, back off or I'll call security! You need to leave now!" Eric finally rolled his eyes, and said, "You're no fun."

Eric rushed forward, grabbing both wrists, and slamming the Santa back against the wall, immediately locking lips with the large man. Despite his smaller stature, Eric was very strong. Bernard cried out into his mouth, entirely surprised over the violation, as Eric forced his tongue into the bears mouth. They broke off, both panting, and Eric said, "I was gonna tell you my wish, but I bet you can guess it now, huh?", before diving right back in. He ground their crotches together, Eric's cock already rock hard, and forcing the big bear's to grow too. They broke off again, saliva dripping into Bernard's beard, as Eric mocked him, "Oh my Santa, I didn't know you felt the same way! Look at you, some kissing and grinding and I can make your cock grow already!" Bernard panted, and said, "N-no! D-don't--stop touching there!"

"Don't stop touching? Alright Santa, you big fat slut!" Eric released one of the wrists, and grabbed the mall Santa's bulge, gripping it hard and rubbing it up and down. Bernard moaned loudly, his knees growing weak. He looked into Eric's eyes, pleading, and moaned out, "Please..."

"Oh Santa, I can't tell what you want? If you're going to beg, I'm just gonna assume what you want, like... maybe you want me to strip you down, finally unwrap my very special present!" Eric gripped down on the last word, causing Bernard to moan again, before weakly failing to push him off. "Alright, stripping it is!"

Eric released the man, his knees finally giving out, sending the bear down onto them. Eric was surprised that this was going so well, he didn't expect Bernard to be this much of a subby bitch. Eric leaned down, and pulled the suspenders off of the old, sweaty bear, before grabbing the wife beater by the collar, and pulling. Hard. With a loud tearing sound, the sweaty, white tank top was turned into a vest, as Santa's belly and chest were released. Bernard looked down in shock, upset over the destruction of his clothes, as Eric quickly dived down, and began to worship the body he had watched for so long.

He started with Santa's pecs, they were too perfect not to. Each pec was about the size of Eric's head, with a perky pink nipple on the end of each. They both shook and sank like they were filled with thick, creamy milk, and Eric bet they could shoot some out too if they wanted. He placed both hands on top of each chest, feeling up the muscle on his chest. He slipped his hands underneath them, feeling how damp and sweaty the undersides were, bringing one of his hands to his nose, taking in the earthy scent of his love, before sucking the salt from his fingers. Bernard watched this disgusting display with shame and a strange, disgusting arousal. Why was he getting off to this, he was being completely violated! At such an old age, no less! He was 60 for crying out loud, this doesn't happen to 60 year old fat men! And yet, here he was, having his giant old man tits played with.

Eric had finished sucking his fingers, and wanted a taste from the source. He brought his head down to the rather expansive cleavage, and began to lick and smell everything. He motorboated Santa like it was a river in the desert. Bernard's fat tits shook at the deer's violation, churning the milk inside. Bernard felt his nipples begin to leak, and began to moan even louder. Eric looked at them, and couldn't hold in his squeals of joy and he latched down onto one of them, sucking the teat dry. The flow of milk grew stronger, supplying Eric with their sweet nectar, that he happily slurped down. Bernard was powerless to stop the deer as he chugged, even if he wanted to. The feeling was too good, and Bernard hadn't been milked in such a long time.

As Eric sucked on those fat tits, his hands continued down to the large gut underneath them. They rubbed up and down Bernard's hairy belly, worshiping the size of it. Eric always liked his men big, and he had found his perfect chubby daddy right here. His hands rubbed the underside of the stomach, feeling along the waist. His hands glided over the mass of hair and sweat that was building up there, adding their smell to the air, making the room stink of sex and lust. The deer couldn't take it anymore, as he reached back, and grabbed as much of that giant stomach as he could, fistfuls of moldable belly in his hands, all his. The flow of milk in his mouth grew thicker from the intense worship and manhandling, as Bernard's sensitive tits and stomach shook in place.

If Eric could've, he would've stayed down in between those giant tits forever, but sadly his body required air, and forced him back up. Eric sat there, panting openly as milk and saliva dripped down his chin, rubbing the utterly abused tits of the leaking old man in front of him. He wiped his chin with his wrist, and said, "Alright Santa, enough foreplay. It's time to get serious." He stood up, his crotch aligned with the mall Santa's face, and began to unbutton his pants. He took the thin jeans he was wearing, and let them fall to the floor, leaving him in his small underwear, almost too small for the deer. Bernard was transfixed by the large bulge, threatening to rip apart the fabric confining it. The smell coming from the package was divine, a mix of sweat and musk, hypnotizing the older man.

Eric gripped the edge of his underwear, and let them fall to his feet as well, finally letting his cock breathe. Eric didn't look it, but his cock was about 8 inches long, and pretty thick too. Bernard was taken aback by the sheer size of his tool, dangling inches from his face. He looked up at Eric, who smirked and growled, "Suck it." Bernard whimpered, he couldn't, he would never, and yet, the smell was drawing him in, Eric's raw presence was commanding him, so much so that he had no way to refuse. The polar bear slowly opened his mouth, and took in the deer's tip.

In a second, he felt Eric's hand on the back of his head, and his throat was invaded. Eric immediately began to fuck the bear's mouth, letting his fat lips roll over his length before plunging back in all the way. Eric was in heaven, skullfucking the older man, his cock dipping into the bear's throat with every thrust. "Oh, Santa, your throat is so fucking good..." he moaned, gripping the hair in his hands as he thrust harder, choking the bear with each thrust. Bernard was not a talented cock sucker, but Eric didn't care. He was going to use his Santa's face like a cocksleeve, and Bernard was gonna like it.

After a few sloppy minutes, the air filled with the sound of wet slaps and choking, Eric released the polar bear's head, letting him pull off of his cock and get in a few good breaths. Eric let out a laugh, and said, "God, Santa, I almost blew my load already! But, that's not the hole I want to blow down tonight." Bernard looked up at the deer, his chin dripping in saliva. Something snapped in him during the skullfucking, he realized. He was hungry. Not for food, but for cock. Bernard felt empty, he was enjoying the cock stuffed down his throat, and he needed his master's seed. He whined openly, and grabbed Eric's hips, staring into his eyes with lust. Eric took a step back, "Woah there, easy Santa. Damn, if you're that needy, then take your damn pants off already, I wanna see that fat ass."

Bernard backed off and began to remove his pants, tossing them away like trash. He sat there on his knees, in a small, dirty jockstrap. It was certainly old, slightly yellowed around the cockhead, as if it had been used many times since it's last wash. "Santa, you dirty dog! Do you get off on wearing dirty underwear?" Bernard's face grew bright red, and he began to stammer. "N-n-no! I-I just-... I had-"

"Be quiet, slut." Eric snapped. He had his Santa under his thumb now. He could do whatever he wanted to him. Bernard shut his mouth instantly, heavily embarrassed.

"Well, if my slutty little Santa likes it dirty, I'll make sure we keep it that way." He walked over, and snapped, saying, "Present yourself to me."

Bernard was quick to please him, turning around and lifting his ass up, face down. Eric kneeled down, and grabbed the two giant ass cheeks his slut had, feeling them up. Bernard's ass was amazing, something worth worshiping. Round, covered in brown and gray hair, and perfectly musky, all culminating in a warm, pink center made for fucking. Eric spread the older man's cheeks, and dove in, tongue lapping at the pink target, forcing moans out of the bear's mouth. He was bathing the hole in spit, his fingers and tongue diving into the man's ass, stretching it open, prepping it for the much thicker cock that was going to enter shortly. After a solid minute of pure tongue fucking, the deer pulled back, gasping for air, his partner a drooling mess on the floor. Eric smirked, and said, "If you liked that, you'll love this."

Eric stood up, and slapped his cock down in between the ass cheeks of the older man, hotdogging them. Bernard shuddered at the feeling, something so thick spreading his cheeks like that was about to enter him, his hole quivered in anticipation, making him rub back into it, grinding the cock into his ass. "Heh, horny slut." Eric teased as he ground deeper into the old man's ass, his cock leaking into his crack, adding more fluids to the mix. Finally, Bernard couldn't stand it anymore, "God, just FUCK me already!" He shouted, surprising the deer. He smirked, and said, "Alright, Santa, no need to tell me twice!" and he lined up his cock, and thrusted in.

Immediately, his cock plunged deep into the old man's virgin ass. Bernard's entire ass immediately felt much fuller than it ever had before, he couldn't believe it. It felt like a giant pole was being shoved into him, and it only went deeper and deeper. Bernard began to pant, his body quickly giving in to the pressure, pain giving way to pleasure. Finally, Eric hilted, and moaned openly. "You ready, Santa?" He teased, grinding himself inward. The old bear could barely give a response, his mind too scattered to think straight. After a few seconds of incoherent mumbling, Eric said, "I'll take that as a yes." and began to pull out. Bernard began to feel empty as the cock left his ass, and he whined instinctively, only for it to turn into a moan as the cock was slammed back into him. Eric began fucking him, his rhythm slow at first, before picking up speed. He was getting tired of the warm ups, and he just wanted to destroy the tight ass in front of him. His balls were slapping against the bear's ass with every thrust, driving them both closer to the edge.

Bernard was in heaven, he was scratching an itch he never knew he had, he needed more, he needed to feel this way every day. Bernard was so horny he was thrusting back against Eric, adding to the force that was fucking his ass. It was perfection in motion, hitting every wall just how he wanted it to, grinding his button into dust, his cock leaking profusely onto the floor. He was close, he could feel it, the pressure building both in his cock and ass, tightening down on the invading rod. Eric could feel it too, and that fact just pushed him along even farther, turning his rhythmic thrusts into desperate spasms as he fucked as hard as he could. That was all it took to finally make Santa cum.

When the dam finally broke, he couldn't make a sound. He felt cum shooting far up his body, watching ropes fly past him, some hitting his fat tits as they hung down, others smacking him in the face. The ground was being covered in white as the old man shot a load bigger than he'd ever shot before. His ass clenched down harder than a vice, milking Eric's cock to completion as well. Eric felt his cum being sucked out of his cock, filling the fat ass he was pounding. Eric and Bernard's moans filled the sweat filled air as they came in unison.

Eventually, both loads died down. Bernard felt weak afterwards, so much so that he lied down in his own cum, too tired to care. Eric slid his exhausted cock out of the fat ass of his partner, and stood up, watching him lay on the ground. Bernard really was the perfect fuck, just as he had imagined. And now that he had bagged his very own Santa, he could only dream of what they were going to do next.