Sumo Santa

The mall was really crowded, and, I had to do some last minute shopping before Christmas. Children were running amok, parents were pulling out their hair and the heat was set to the core of the Sun. I had to go to only a few shops and then I could leave. Although I wasn't looking forward the next couple of hours.

Finally I had collected all of my goodies, and was hacking my way through the hoard of shoppers looking for last minute bargains. I finally came to the exit and opened the door with my foot and headed out into the sub zero weather. Outside away from the crowds and the hustle-and-bustle stood the very jolly icon of Christmas -- Santa Claus. He was standing out in the middle of the parking lot behind his car. I had to walk by him to get to my car, so, I could cop a look to see how round he was. Oddly, there was no one else around in the parking lot, even though the mall was packed. Passing by him, he glanced up and in a very cheery voice, bid me a good Christmas. I smiled back and returned his felicitation.

He was very round under that thick costume. His thighs were very big, and, his calves were equally as huge. I noticed that when he leaned over to get something from his trunk, the crotch of his uniform was worn away, and I noticed the white material from his thermal underwear. His upper body was equally as impressive. A huge round belly which hung down over the top of his pants. From the side he was very, very large. I opened the trunk of my car and put my parcels away, all the while keeping my eye on Saint 'Thick'.

As I was going towards the driver's door of my car, I heard a voice calling from behind me, some distance away.

"Excuse me -- excuse me.." came the voice that bid me a merry Christmas.

"Yes?" I replied, turning to face him.

"I apologize for this, but, I need a boost -- my car died." he said apologetically.

"Yeah -- sure, no problem. Let me get my car running and I'll be over to give you a boost." I answered and got into my car.

Fortunately, the space infront of his car was empty, so, I could go around the parking lot and park infront of his car. I popped the hood leaver from inside my car and stepped outside. He had already done the same to his car.

"Let's see here, " said Santa, "I have some jumper cables in the trunk of my car."

He turned and waddled back to the trunk and opened the hood. A moment later, he produced two very long cables.

"Here we go!" he claimed waddling back to the front of his car.

He gave me the two ends of the cables, and attached the other two to the terminals on his car. I clipped them on and went around my car to start the engine. I started the engine and waited, and then he started his, or tried too. After about an hour of this, and getting very cold, he decided that that was it for his car and that he would have to have it towed. He mentioned that this was his part-time job and he was expected at another shopping mall in a couple of hours.

"Hey -- I can give you a ride to the mall." I offered, wanting to spend as much time as I could with this beheamoth.

"Oh -- I couldn't ask you to --" he rebutted.

"No, I insist! Santa has always been good to me!" I said with a naughty grin. He just smiled.

"Ok, I give in. But first, I have to stop by my apartment and pick up a couple of things."

"No problem. Get it -- it's freezing."

I piled in and reached over and unlocked the passenger side door. He waddled up and unlocked the door and very painfully got into my car. The car lerched to the side when he sat down. He had to move the seat all the way back and recline it to an obtuse angle to put the seatbelt around his expansive belly. I just looked over and smiled. He return the expression.

He gave me directions to his buillding, and, I pulled into the visitor's parking lot.

"I can wait here if you won't be long." I offered.

"No -- come up -- I'll be a little while." he insisted.

We both got out and hurried to the entrance to his building. He unlocked the inside door and we headed to the elevator. Getting in, the elevator car sank about a half-inch we he got in. When I stepped inside, it sank another half-inch. He pressed the "19" button and pressed the "Door Close" button. It closed and suddenly we were moving upward.

"I hope I am not putting you out." he said.

"No, no. I was just finishing some shopping today then was going to go home and dive into a cup of hot tea and relaxing all afternoon." I replied.

Finally the elevator came to a stop and we stepped out and rounded the corner. We walked down the corridor and came to apartment 1941. He pullled out his keys and unlocked the door. He pushed the door open with his foot and walked inside, with me in tow.

"Go ahead. Make yourself comfortable. I'm going to change and call a tow truck for my car."

I pulled off my boots and tossed my jacket onto the chair next to the closet. He disappeared into what appeared to be the bedroom. The apartment was cozy. He obviously lived alone because it wasn't too clean. He had some clothes on the back of his kitchen chair and newspapers were lying about on the floor. I went and sat down on the couch and sat back. I heard some banging in the next room as if a door were closing.

"Need a drink?" he called from the other room.

"No, I'm fine." I answered.

"Ok..." he said coming back out of the room.

This was incredible. He had changed into a pair of tight football player shorts and a t-shirt. It was warm in the apartment. This man was big.

"Sorry, I didn't get your name." he asked from the kitchen.

"Bruce." I answered.

"Terry." he replied coming back.

"So, what do you do for a living." he asked.

"I work for a magazine publisher as a typesetter."

He rounded the coffee-table and sat down heavily on the couch next to me.

"I used to be a wrestler for a living." he offered.

"Really -- that's cool."

"Yeah .. now I'm a special kind of wrestler."

"Special? How special?" I smiled.

"Sumo. Japanese wrestling style."

"Really? I've heard about that." trying very hard to hide my excitement.

"Yeah. I'm not working now, because a Sumo wrestler's schedule goes from spring to fall."

"Hmm. So now you double as Santa Claus."

"Right. You're a big guy. Ever wrestler or play football?" he asked.

"Football. Lineman." I answered.

"How much do you weigh? You're certainly tall enough." he was commenting on my 6'2" height.

"340 pounds." I answered.

"Ha! That's all! I'm 600 pounds."

"Really?" I asnwered. He must know by now that I want to suck his cock really bad.

"Really. Wanna see how it's done? Big boy?" he whispered.

"Yeah I do."

He got up and went into the bedroom. He returned with two long sashes of material, one in each hand.

"This is the ceremonial dress of Sumo Wrestlers." he said.

I got up, and my obvious hard on was showing through my pants.

He stopped and looked at my 9 inch bulge in my pants. He looked back up and smiled.

"Wouldn't want to surpress that guy," he said, putting the loin clothes on the floor, "let's forget about these."

He motioned me over and took off his shirt. His body was massive -- huge tits and rolls and rolls of fat for a belly. All jiggling and warm. He then pulled off his shorts and revealed a fucking huge butt and cock.

"Strip." he commanded.

I didnt wait and started stripping layers of clothing off. Not long after, both of us were standing in his living room with nothing on, feeling each others tits. He was twice the size of me, and giggled with every move of my hand. He moved his hands down from my tits and carressed my fat gut. He pulled me closer and started kissing my lips and tongue. He wrapped both of his obese massive arms around me and gave me a bear-hug. The tip of his equally fat cock pushing hard into my soft belly.

He pulled back and whispered if I'd like to see the 'Sumo Crouch'. I asnwered a definitive and resounding "yes". He let go of me and stepped back and then squatted down and leaned forward. His huge belly dangling down and the folds of fat skin on his ass hung down his legs. I stepped over in front of himand rubbed his head. Responsively, he started licking the tip of my fat swollen cock. I squatted down infront of him and asked if he would lie down on one side.

He lied down on his right side and pulled up his left leg up. I got down on all fours and started licking the inside of his thigh. This made him growl and moan in deep pleasure.

"Higher, higher..." he hissed.

I moved higher and pulled his ass cheeks apart. I sank my mouth and tongue into his sweaty ass and lcked his tight holed like there was no tomorrow. He moaned and growled and clawed at the carpet like a trapped animal.

"FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!!!!" he growled deeply.

I waddled over on my knees and sank my 2 and a half inch thick, 9 inch fuck pole into his hot, tight sumo wrestler ass. No greasy or lube, and I fucked him raw. His hole tightened with every push and pull, and after a 10 minute punish-fuck, I blew my entire load into his wanting shit-hole. I pulled out and he roled over, like a big fat walrus on a beach.

"Let me fuck you now." he barked.

I crawled over and got on his 10 inch fuck-stick and sat down -- letting all of it to enter. I kinda hurt a little bit, as my tight hole stretched for his thick flesh-fuck-pole. Up and down I rode, rubbing his obese belly, giggling all over. He took a deep breath and pulled his head back and I could feel the warm man-ooze fill my ass. I kept it up for a good 5 minutes as he kept loading my ass full of cum.

Suddenly I pulled off and went over and sat down on his face. I could feel his hot tongue probe my now used hole and suck that cum all out again. I got up and turned over and face him. His face was wet and there was cum on his chin and lips. Our mouths met in a cummy wet tongue kiss.

Terry finally got dressed and we headed back out into the cold weather. We agreed to fuck like that anytime we could. I'll miss him when we he goes back to Japan.