Chapter Four
Rach leant forward and put another coat of festive red nail polish on her big toe. “So he hasn’t messaged you at all?” She asked, flicking her eyes up to where I lay on her couch.
“Nope, nothing,” I replied, picking my phone up as if one would magically just appear. “And as I say he was fine with me all day at work on Sunday. At least you will be there again today, I don’t want it to be awkward with a few days in between. It was to be our Thursday shift attending the grotto during late night shopping. The grotto doesn’t open Monday to Thursday due to lack of footfall. “I wish he has messaged straight away and we just fucked, it would be almost be less awkward than working together if he has since changed his mind.
“It’ll be fine, he might have just been busy. He is a fairly active bloke,” Rachel said reassuringly, before blowing on her toe to dry it. “It’s only a four hour shift, and if you are put outside you might not have to see him much. Who is on today?” She picked up her phone and looked at the rota. “It’s me, you, Michelle, Sara and Freddie. Ooh, maybe you should be inside or Ralph might end up fucking Freddie”.
“Maybe i might end up fucking Freddie”.
“Well considering he is two years younger than you I don’t see that anytime soon when you have the hunky pile of older meat that Ralph sat there,” Rachel hypothesised.
“I shag guys my own age sometimes. What about Nick?” I said, referencing a bloke I had fucked in October. My cast had just come off the leg and I went looking for action as soon as I could get it.
“That was part of a threesome with a guy twice your age. And the two of you topped the old guy, you barely even touched him”. Rachel stood up and walked over to the kitchen counter where she began chopping fruit which she then began to blend to make juice. “And what about your three shags since?”
“Well there was Bryn, he was 56. I fucked him. Michael who was 53, that was a good one and then there was, erm, Terry. He was 60’s,” I replied, thinking back over the three shags I had had since that threesome in October, but the last had been the third week of November and now a few days into December I was gagging. And hoping to be gagging on Ralph.
“Point proven,” she said before handing me my bottle. “Ring the taxi, I’m getting changed”. She walked into the bedroom as I rang for a taxi in the lounge, after booking it I slipped into my elf costume. This time I had planned ahead and brought a packaway coat to cover up for after the shift, to cover up the elf costume when out and about. There were plans for some post work drinks.
The taxi soon arrived and we headed out to meet it, the taxi taking us into town and dropping us outside one of the entrances to the shopping centre. Rachel and I head into town, bumping into Sara who had ventured by bus.
“I just had the most boring customer this morning, “ Sara moans the moment she links arms with Rachel. “I’m there, threading her eyebrows and I am trying to make conversation and she could barely give me anything. Like I don’t need the customers to be super chatty, but just give me something to work with. Bounce conversation off. It’s boring otherwise.”
Rachel and Sara were soon storming ahead talking about Rachel’s horrendous visit to a beautician a few weeks prior and I called after them that I would be nipping to get a pasty and turned off the path they had set. I acquired my pasty and stepped outside, placing a big bit round it.
“That mouth does get wide then,” I hear a voice bellow from my right hand side. I glance across to see Ralph striding over in his Santa outfit. “Wait there, let me just get something”. Moments later he joins me with a pasty of his own. “You get home alright on Sunday? Sorry I couldn't give you a lift but I had a driving lesson booked for after”.
“Oh yeah, it was fine. I just got the bus,” I replied between bites. We started walking over to the grotto where we could see Michelle unlocking the doors with Rachel, Sara and Freddie waiting behind her. The shopping centre was still relatively quiet as most people were at work and the kids were at school, but the first few families were starting to arrive.
“You been busy this week?” He asked.
“Nope, not really. Some housework, some Christmas shopping. Hard not to buy stuff for myself when looking around the shops”.
“Well you need to ask Santa to get you it for Christmas, he can see what he has in his sack,” he replied with a wink. By this time we had reached the entrance of the grotto and entered, joining the others. The group were flicking on light switches and making sure the basket of presents was fully stocked. We placed our stuff behind the screen in a corner of the room where other workplace bits like a bin, first aid kit, hoover etc were kept. Ralph then took his place on his seat.
“God I am tired,” he moaned. “Not got the stamina anymore, “he continued, looking directly at me as he said the word stamina.
“Oh you should get down the gym with me Ralph,” Freddie suggested as he made sure his stockings that were part of his outfit were up over his toned calves. Freddie was hot, and in much better shape than I. But I was quite happy with my slim with a little chub body that I had. “I’m sure I could give you a good workout”. I wasn't sure if I had heard properly but I swore I had heard him say ‘again’ at the end of that sentence but I couldn't be sure. I looked at Ralph who smiled, I couldn't tell what that smile meant because I couldn't tell if he heard what Freddie I had said.
“Right guys gather in, there's about half a dozen out in the queue already,” Michelle called out as she looked as she held up a notepad in front of her. “Right first thing, there is a card in my bag for Joe, it's his birthday on Saturday so let's get it signed and if you want to put some money in you can. We'll take him out for a drink after the shift for those who are there till the end and want to”. There were nods from the crowd and murmurs of agreement. “But for today I want Sara out front working the queue, Olly and I on the door, Rachel and Freddie in with Santa, Freddie doing the camera because Liam couldn't do it today”.
“What about me Shell?” Ralph joked.
“Out on your arse if you carry on with such shit jokes, “ she laughed before continuing. We aren't going to be as busy as on the weekends so we can spend a couple more minutes per family, let's get the kids laughing and the parents in a good mood. Freddie and Sara; be mentioning the stuff they can buy with their picture on”. With each family's photos they could purchase a code that allowed them to access a website that pictures were on for seven days, on there they could buy baubles, key rings, t-shirts etc or stuff that the pictures could be placed on. It saved on having to do all that in a confined grotto and allowed them to browse, people tended to spend more when online as well. “Right doors open,” she announced.
The shift did go slower with less punters, but it allowed for a bit more jokes and conversations. It was busy from 3pm to 4:30pm and then picked up at 6pm for the last hour when those who had obviously gone home for tea had come out to do some shopping. With it being quiet enough to get away and it being cold outside, it was a mostly open air shopping centre, Michelle also went and bought a round of hot chocolates for everyone. It was also a strange sensation doing most of the shift in the dark as Saturday and Sunday it had mostly only been the last hour.
As it reached 7pm the team did our shutdown and got things tidy as Ralph and Michelle talked in the corner. Ralph wasn't happy about something. Across the room Rachel has started writing her message in Joe's card and I go to do the same.
“You coming back to mine?” She asks, as she leaves some kisses at the end of the message.
“I'll be alright, I’m gonna head home,” I reply, thinking of the lasagne mum had promised to make tonight. “Mum is doing my favourite”.
“Oh nice, well are you wanting a lift?”
“No, you get home. That wash basket is piling up again. I hope you know you'll be getting more knickers off me for Christmas so you aren't washing as much,” I laugh.
“Oh thanks for ruining the surprise, just get a nice mixture. Sometimes I do like wearing granny panties. They are just a bugger to pull to the side when getting fucked though”.
“I had a bloke just rip my granny panties once, “ we hear Sara interrupt behind us. “God he was desperate”.
“I hope you made him pay, “ Rachel says, handing me the pen. I write the briefest of Happy Birthdays and hand the pen to Sara.
“Are you two coming to Joe’s birthday drinks on Saturday?” She asks. I debated quickly in my head, I wasn't much of a drinker, despite my year having been ruined by that night out in the summer, and I would base my answer more on what Rachel was doing.
“I'll go but it may be a bit later in the evening,” Rachel said, giving me a sense of relief.
“I will too,” I added. “We'll have to bring a change of clothes. Are we getting changed in here?”
“No, Michelle said something about everyone going to hers to get changed and have a quick bite to eat,” Sara advised, which again gave me relief that I wouldn't have to do a night out dressed in tights.
“Yeah, everyone to mine,” Michelle called over, she and Ralph had stopped talking and he was at his bag pulling money from his wallet. Presumably to put in his card. I quickly pulled out a fiver and placed it on a cash pile that was forming next to the cards envelope on a little fold up table. Within a few more minutes Ralph and Freddie had signed the card and we departed from the grotto.
I set off in the direction of the bus stop with Sara, though she would be crossing the road to the opposite bus stop to mine. As we broke through between two shops we opened up on the main road to see her bus already there. She shouts goodbye as she starts darting between traffic and runs alongside the bus. It didn't move for another ninety seconds so she didn't actually need to risk her life. I could see her in the window of the upper deck placing earphones in her ears. She looks back and waves as the bus sets off.
I stroll along the 100m to my bus stop knowing it wasn't due for another ten minutes. I pull the zipper on my packaway jacket up tight and dip my chin and mouth behind the wall it creates, protecting myself from the evening air. I wasn’t standing there long when an all familiar looking car pulled up. “You want a lift home?” Ralph called through the window. I didn’t hesitate and opened up the door. “Type the postcode in there,” he directed, motioning to the screen on the dashboard. He pulled out into the road and set off taking me to my house. “Colder on the week day shifts, you might need a second set of thermals on,” he said.
“I wish it was one of the grottos you find inside an indoor shopping centre,” I replied, looking out the window at the decorations in shop windows.
“But do you not find it more festive? There’s something about the effort needed to stand out in the cold to have that reward at the end. If everything was easy and comfortable to do it you wouldn’t feel a sense of achievement. You suck a cock, you don’t want it cumming in ten seconds do you? You want to put that work in. I like the outdoor grotto”.
“I guess, though there were more nipples on show tonight,” I laughed. He raised his arm and reached across to finger my chest until he could find one of my erect nipples.
“Yes, I saw yours standing to attention. What was harder, your nipples tonight or your cock when you went home and wanked it on Sunday?”
“My cock,” I replied, it was getting hard at this moment as I answered. He tweaked my nipple before returning his arm to the wheel to turn on to the penultimate road of the journey. “Right, be careful when you turn into my road, it isn’t that easy to manoeuvre,” I advised. He nodded in acceptance and took a glance at the screen.
My street isn’t much of a street. The road is an old, almost lost road that comes off the main road. If you were to follow it down it leads to an old, disused quarry that has now been filled with water. But other than that there are only 7 houses on the road, the six old terraced houses that appear on your right as soon as you turn into the road, one of which is where I live. There is another house about a mile down the road, about half a mile before the quarry. So it was a very dark, quiet, isolated road. The only streetlight, other than what shone from the main road, was at the centre of the six terraced houses. So it was very dark. The road itself wasn’t even tarmac, it was more the potholed mess you find in back alleys behind rows of terraced houses.
“Can I turn here lad?” Ralph asked as he crawled along, looking at the houses on his right.
“Yeah, if you go along past the houses there’s a small turning point on the left there, you can go in and then reverse onto the road to turn. He follows my advice and then turns off the engine as we sit in the turning point.
“Which house is yours?”
“The one that is second to last when you look from the main road, you can see reindeer in the front garden,” I pointed out, looking over my left shoulder at my house. I feel a hand grasp my thigh and I slowly turn round to face my fellow grotto worker. I shift in my seat having my body weight so I can face right, which in turn moves my leg positioning. Ralph doesn’t even move his hand, but my movements mean his hand positioning has my cock touching his fingers.
“Come here lad,” he says. He grabs my collar with his left hand and pulls me in. Our lips unite and that warmth I have felt everytime our bodies have touched surges round me again. It was just our lips meeting for what felt like five minutes but may have only been thirty seconds, before I then felt his tongue parting my lips. Forcing its way in to battle with my tongue. His hand meanwhile has moved on my legs of its own accord. He rubbed up and down the inside of my thighs before finally grasping my bulge. Massaging it over and over. I wanted to pull my trousers down, to get his hand on my cock as soon as possible. But I held off, I wanted to let him choose when to make that move. I focussed on the kiss, I had my right arm pulling his suit jacket and my left hand was resting on his belly. I stroked it, I was slightly concerned he might be conscious of me touching his belly but I loved it. I love bigger bodies, more to touch, more to play with, when acting as a top i love that jiggle as their bodies move with each thrust. I didn't know if I would get to that point with Ralph but I would enjoy the touching of Ralph’s body whilst I could. I did soon move my hand up to his neck, holding my hand just below his ear. My fingers slid into his hair whilst my thumb played with his beard. But the hottest part of the whole kiss was the moaning and groaning. His voice is so deep and rich and velvety, and those moans were like a French horn being blown.
“Oh fuck, “ I said in the slightest chance I had to breathe. His hand had started pulling at my waistband and I lifted my body to allow him to pull my pants down partially. “Oh fuck, you are so hot Ralph. I wish you fucked me on those picnic benches,” I moaned, barely even thinking about the fact that if anyone looked out the windows they would see the movements of our kiss being backlit by the dashboard. If they had good eyesight they would be able to see Ralph's arm performing a regular up and down movement.
“That bulge didn’t lie”, he informed me between kisses. His hand was firmly gripping my cock, rubbing my cock up and down. With every second upward movement, he flicked his thumb across the head. I stopped the kiss to look. He laughed and kept that same rhythm.
“Fuck Ralph,” I reached across with my right hand and placed it on his bulge. Due to positioning it was all folded on top of each other but I could feel it straining in his underwear and trousers. I only managed a few seconds of holding it when he pulled my hand away with his left hand. Before then reaching and pulling my chest to face him again. Our lips reunited, and we returned to kissing. His hand wanking my cock and his tongue and lips entertaining mine. In my head I continued to picture where this could go, I could stop him and pull his cock out, I could begin to suck it. We could head through the trees to where my old den was and he could fuck me there. My mind was racing but I forced myself to focus on the kiss. Focus on his hand. Then the movement quickened, the rubbing of the thumb was now on every upward movement instead of every second one. I had to stop the kiss, it was only at the last possible moment I realised what was happening. I had pulled away from the kiss as if to figure out a plan but there was nothing I could do. The head of my cock, that was just peeking out of the top of Ralph’s thick, strong grasp, starts to spurt. He gripped it tighter, making the spunk have to work harder to exit. It landed on the jacket with some landing on his hand. He lifted it up to my mouth, wiping some of my own spunk on my lips before pulling it to his own mouth and licked it off. The energy left my body and I sank into the seat, I just looked down at my spunk covered jacket and my cock that was now hanging slightly, falling delicately like the leaning tower of Pisa. Some spunk remained at the tip of my cock, exiting the meatus.
Ralph leant back into his car then leant sidewards to grab something from the pocket of his door. “Here,” he says as he hands me a pack of tissues before sucking on some remaining spunk that was on his hand. With his thick fingers and my white spunk his fingers looked like iced buns. My mind imagined his cock would be the same after it had spunked.
I wiped off the spunk from my jacket and pulled my trousers back up and he motioned for me to put the spunky tissues into an empty crisp packet. I then leaned in to kiss him, having the interaction now happen more on his seat as I then reached for his bulge. But he stopped me in my tracks grabbing my arm. He grabbed my face to pull it in for a kiss and then stopped.
“That’s enough lad”, he said, those words like a dagger to my heart. I leant back in my seat and looked down at where the spunk had been.
“Right, well erm..I’ll see you tomorrow then”, I mumbled, confidence knocked from my body.
“See you tomorrow lad”, he replied. He looked me in the eyes. “Lad, I’m not giving you my cock because when you take my load it is gonna be up your arse”. The way he said it was so final but it reignited me and I grinned from ear to ear. I guess I would have to wait to get my hands, mouth, anus on that cock. I still hadn’t seen it. The wait would only build tension I thought. I leaned in for one last kiss and then exited the car, I crossed the road and waited for him to reverse onto it before he then crawled forward to be level. He rolled the window down. “Oi, show us your bulge again,” he demanded with a laugh. I lifted the jacket and then tucked my right hand under the bulge to make it more prominent before resting it on the door where the window had been. He left across and grasped it. “Ooh spunky,” he said before raising the window and heading back on to the main road.
I watched before heading up the steps, past the light up reindeer and to my front door. I entered the house and skipped upstairs, my cock already hard and demanding to be wanked again already.
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