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"So, how are things at home?" asked Orson.

"Same as always, to be honest," answered Juan. "Probably even worse."

They were at a food court. Orson had convinced Juan to get out of the hellish routine of his home and accompany him for some last-minute Christmas shopping at the mall. Juan was a pudú, a small deer, and he was short even for his species. He looked especially funny next to his friend Orson, a huge polar bear who was not only very tall but also fairly wide.

"That sucks, man," said the polar bear. "Can't they stop being assholes at least for Christmas?"

"Tell that to my parents", said Juan with a shrug, and stared at the floor. "You know... I don't think I'll spend Christmas at home anyway."

"Really? Where will you go, then?"

"I don't care. It wouldn't be the first time I slept on the streets anyway. I know of some nice places."

Juan was only half joking. He'd run away from home quite a few times, and he always managed to find decent shelter. It was even easier during summer with its warm nights.

"Juan, don't be like that."

"It's pathetic, I know. But do I have any other choice?"

"Of course you do. You could stay with us."

Juan stared at his friend. To be honest, he loved the idea. Orson lived with his father, Bernard, a fifty-something polar bear who had always been extremely kind and understanding with him. Not to mention, exactly his type. He'd love to spend Christmas with the two bears, but...

"You and your dad have done too much for me already. And I have nothing to offer in return."

"Maaaan, you don't owe us anything! We're friends. And my dad likes you a lot."

Juan blushed before answering. It was no secret between them, but that didn't make it any less awkward. "And I like him too, but-"

"I got an idea!" interrupted Orson, with a huge grin on his face. "Y'know, I still don't have a present for my dad, but I think I've just thought of the perfect one."

"And what would that be?" Juan was genuinely curious.

"You!"

"I'm sorry?"

"I know you've fantasized about that stuff. And I know you're into older, bigger guys. Guys like my dad. Don't tell me you wouldn't like it, I've seen the looks you guys give each other."

Now that was something. Yes, he would like it. He would love it, actually. Orson's dad, Bernard, was exactly Juan's type. A huge guy, even bigger than his son, with an ample and lovely paunch. There was something about big bellies that Juan couldn't resist. Every time he went to Orson's home and saw his friend's dad, he got an instant erection. He tried to hide it the first few times, until Orson had mercy on him and told him it was pointless. The older bear had noticed, and didn't seem to mind. In fact, it wasn't long until the pudú realized that Bernard often had (and didn't care to hide) a tent in his presence too!

They never did anything, though. Juan only fantasized about it. He sometimes even dreamt about Bernard, about the polar bear ramming his ass while the white, furry belly bounced against his back, and he'd wake up soaked with cum. He never considered that something could actually happen between them. Bernard was his best friend's father, after all.

"But-but what about him? It'd be too weird. What would he think?"

"Oh, I'm pretty sure he'd love it! C'mon, it's perfect! He's been kinda down lately, you'd be the perfect present to cheer him up. And you won't have to spend Christmas alone or with your awful family!"

"You know... it's kinda tempting..."

"Kinda?" Orson glanced between Juan's legs, noticed his tent, and laughed.

"Okay," conceded the pudú, an excited smile betraying his apparent hesitation. "I'll do it. I'll be his present. You better get me a cute wrapping, though," he joked.

Both friends laughed. Juan tried to play it cool, but the mere idea was making the pressure in his pants almost unbearable.

Just a few more days, and he'd be the daddy bear's plaything.

* * *

It was finally Christmas Eve, and Juan was far more excited about the holiday than what he thought he would be a few days ago. The pudú took a deep breath before he rang Orson's doorbell. He waited for a while and he was about to call again when the door opened. His bear friend was only wearing swim trunks, leaving his big white belly exposed.

"Hey! Come in, we're in the pool!" said the bear, smiling, as if his swimsuit and the fact he was completely soaked didn't make it obvious enough.

Juan greeted his friend and followed him to the backyard. "You... haven't told him, have you?" he whispered.

"Of course not. I mean, I might have teased him a bit, but it's still mostly a surprise."

Juan nodded. He was still pretty nervous about the whole arrangement, but there was no denying that he was looking forward to it. A lot. He almost gasped when he finally saw Bernard. The old bear had just come out of the pool and his red swim briefs left very little to the imagination. Juan realized that, as much as he admired Bernard's body type, he'd never seen him shirtless before. He was extremely big, and his belly jiggled as he walked, much to Juan's delight. He approached the boy and offered his hand.

"Juan! I'm so glad to have you here today!"

"Thanks. It's very kind of you." The bear's hand dwarfed the pudú's by a ridiculous amount. Bernard's handshake was firm but gentle.

"Oh, come on, you're my son's friend and a really good guy. You deserve to spend Christmas with people who appreciate you."

Juan smiled. Bernard's words were always so heartwarming. Even though he knew he'd get a lot more than just words soon, he still felt so grateful to the bears for their hospitality.

"C'mon man, get in the water already! Dad, you too!" shouted Orson before getting in the pool again, followed by his father.

The pudú came prepared and had his swimsuit under his clothes, so he quickly took them off and joined the bears in the water.

"It's a bit cold!"

"Hah, you don't know about cold, boy!" laughed the older bear. "I've been living here for so many years and I'm still not used to Christmas in summer."

"You miss the snow?"

"A little. It has its charm."

The conversation quickly turned to Bernard's childhood in his home country. Juan really enjoyed hearing him talk, and for a while all sexual thoughts were set aside. The three of them had a great time in the water until it was time to prepare dinner.

"I hope you like your food," said Orson. "I'm not very good with this vegetarian stuff."

"It's okay, really. I'm just glad to be here."

The food was actually pretty decent. Very modest compared to the huge feast that the two bears had, but that was to be expected considering their sizes.

"Man, this is good!" said Orson with his mouth full of turkey.

"Everything was delicious, yes," said Bernard. "I wish we'd bought more, though. I'm still hungry."

"Dad, you're always hungry!"

Bernard shrugged, and they all laughed. The older bear leant back, contemplating the empty dishes, and started rubbing his ample belly absentmindedly. Juan immediately felt a throb in his crotch and tried to readjust himself discreetly, but Orson's chuckle made it clear that he failed. At least Bernard didn't seem to notice.

"Well, I'm tired," said Bernard after a while. "I think it's time for this old bear to go to bed."

"Wait!" exclaimed Orson. "I, uhmmmm, I got a present for you."

"It can wait until tomorrow morning, I suppose? I got something for you boys too, nothing too big, just-"

"No, dad, you really want it now."

"It's not Christmas yet."

"It doesn't matter," Orson laughed. "C'mon, you'll love it."

"Okaaaaaay, okay. You got me curious. What is it?"

"My present for you this year... is... HIM!!"

Orson gestured dramatically at Juan. The pudú smiled awkwardly and waved. Bernard looked extremely confused.

"Juan? I mean, I loved having him here for Christmas, but why do you say-"

"He's yours! He's a present! You can do anything you want with him. And when I say anything..." Orson approached Juan and stood right behind him. "I mean anything," he said at the same time that he groped the pudú's ass.

Bernard stared with his mouth agape at the scene before him before he managed to talk again. "Wow. Are you okay with this, Juan?"

Juan nodded enthusiastically, still struggling to believe it was really happening. The old bear walked to him, almost menacingly. He was so fucking huge. There was something new in his eyes. Hunger. Lust. Whatever it was, it got the pudú completely hard.

"Dad, look, he's so eager!"

"He is. Thank so you much, son," Bernard said with a huge grin, giving the younger bear a big hug. "Do you mind if I try him now?"

"Go ahead!"

"To my room, boys."

Juan followed the bears to the master bedroom. Bernard had a king size bed, which felt totally appropriate for someone so big. Juan wondered how often did the old bear share that bed with others. Maybe even with Orson? He could totally imagine the two bears having some "family time" together in that bed. The mental image got him even harder, his erection becoming almost painful. That's why he was so relieved to hear Bernard speak.

"Strip."

Just a single word. An order he had to obey. And exactly what he wanted to hear. Juan unceremoniously took off his clothes, revealing his hard cock. He was actually pretty well endowed for a pudú, but he felt so small next to the bears. He'd only seen the outline of Bernard's massive bulge through his swim briefs earlier that day and he was already intimidated by it, but by no means discouraged.

"Get on the bed, and spread that ass for me."

Juan did as he was ordered and soon felt Bernard's huge hands fondling his buttocks. He let out a moan.

"Such a cute little ass," the bear said, rubbing the pudú's anus with his middle finger. "I bet it tastes pretty good too."

"I'm sure it does! C'mon dad, eat that ass!"

Bernard didn't waste any time in following his son's advice, and forced an even louder moan out of Juan when his wet tongue pressed against the pudú's tailhole. The old bear started making some noise too, clearly enjoying the moment. Juan shivered as he felt the long tongue skillfully exploring his insides. Bernard was clearly an expert in the subject.

"Hmmm, so tasty. But enough foreplay, it's time to fuck this little deer. Son, I'll need some lube, he's pretty tight."

"Got it," said Orson after searching in the nightstand. "Condoms?"

"Nah."

"Okay, here's the lube."

"Get him ready for me while I take off my clothes."

"Sure!"

Orson looked really happy to participate. He stood behind Juan and the next thing the pudú felt was a lubed bear finger entering his asshole with ease. He moved it in circular motions and quickly removed it to insert it back along with an additional finger. Juan moaned once again as Orson diligently lubricated him, preparing him for what was to come. The bear applied more and more lube along with a third finger.

"Put some on my dick too."

Juan just had to turn around to see his friend casually stroking his father's black cock, like it was the most natural thing to do. And what a cock that was! Bernard's penis was definitely the biggest one he'd ever seen, not only long but also really thick. It stood almost fully erect over two huge white orbs full of bear seed. Juan's cock let out a copious spurt of precum.

"Okay kid, I hope you're ready, because you're about to get this fat bear cock!"

"Please... put it in..."

Bernard laughed and stood behind the pudú, aligning his cock with Juan's hole. And without further ado, he started pushing. The pathway was well lubed, but Bernard's dick was so big that the penetration was still an ordeal. He started slow, making sure it didn't get too uncomfortable for the pudú, who felt like he was going to be split in two.

But as improbable as it was, Bernard managed to bottom out inside Juan's ass. It hurt, but the sensation was so good, so right, that he couldn't feel bad about it. And soon the pain started turning into pleasure as Bernard began thrusting against his ass. The bear started gaining speed at a constant pace.

"Unf! Unf! Unf!" grunted the bear along with his thrusts. And the pudú answered in moans.

"Dad, can I use his mouth?" said Orson

Juan turned to look at his friend, who was now naked and holding his erect cock. He wasn't as big as his father, but still had a respectable size and was also immense compared to the pudú, and that applied not only to his cock but to his whole body.

"Did you really think I wouldn't share with my son? Of course you can!"

"Thanks dad!"

Seconds later, Juan had a dripping bear cock in front of his face. There was no need for words. He just opened his mouth and let Orson push his dick inside. As soon as he did, the bear started face fucking the pudú.

"Did I ever tell you about that elk friend I had when I was young?" said Bernard. "I used to grab him by the antlers when he sucked my cock. You should try it."

"Well, his are kinda small, but... I'll try..."

Orson grabbed Juan by his short antlers and started fucking him more intensely. The pudú was being fucked hard by the two bears, and he loved every second of it.

"It's so appropriate to have our own deer for Christmas," continued Bernard. "I'm still surprised they make them so small here, though."

Orson laughed. "I think it's a good size, though. Look at him, he looks so cute being spit roasted by our cocks."

"Definitely. He's perfect. You really outdid yourself with this present."

"I'm glad you liked it".

"Come give your daddy a kiss."

The bears stopped fucking Juan for a moment and embraced each other above the pudú's body. He couldn't really see what was happening, but the wet sounds made it clear that it was a very passionate kiss. As if all the previous hints weren't enough, he had no doubt at that point that Orson had a very close and peculiar relationship with his dad.

As the kiss seemed to come to an end, but still holding his son, Bernard resumed the fucking of Juan's ass. Orson grabbed the pudú's antlers again and continued fucking his mouth. As if perfectly synchronized, both bears started grunting louder and sped up their thrusts.

"ROOOAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!"

Both bears roared in unison as they filled the pudú's ass and mouth with bear cum. It looked like it was never going to end. Juan focused on swallowing Orson's load as his friend showed no intention of releasing his grip. Meanwhile, his backside was being filled to the brim by the content of Bernard's huge balls. A small bulge started being visible on his belly as it kept being filled with cum from both sides.

"Fuck, that was good. And we really nailed the timing this time, son!"

"Yeah, we did." Orson waited until Juan had swallowed all his cum before letting his mouth go. A thread of cum still connected cock to mouth, and Juan instinctively started cleaning the bear's dick.

"So good, so fucking good," said Bernard. "This is the perfect Christmas. My only complaint is that we didn't get more food, I'm still hungry."

"Well... there is more food," said Orson.

"What do you mean? Where?"

"You have your dick stuck in it right now."

"Wait, are you telling me that... oh? Wait, can I do that?"

"Absolutely. I mean, if you want, of course. He's yours."

Bernard removed his now flaccid dick with a plop from Juan's ass and leaned down so his face was next to the pudú's. "Do you mind if I eat you?"

Juan just shook his head. He was nervous, but the idea of being eaten by the bear was strangely alluring. Besides, he was Bernard's property now. If the bear wanted to eat him, well, he was bear food, period. It was that simple.

"Okay then. Come here," Bernard said as he took Juan in his arms and lifted him to his height. Juan was face to face with the bear, who opened his mouth incredibly wide and slowly descended upon him.

"Careful with the antlers," said Orson.

Bernard nodded and engulfed the pudú's head with his maw. It was so wet, so hot and so, so comforting. Juan's face rested on Bernard's big tongue for a few seconds before he was pushed towards the bear's throat. He was surrounded by Bernard's sharp teeth, but he wasn't afraid of them. He knew the bear wouldn't bite down.

The light went out as he began his descent down the bear's throat. Bernard was gentle, he clearly wanted to enjoy the moment but not make it excruciatingly long. He was pretty hungry after all. He did make an exception when the pudú's hips reached his mouth, though. He started licking Juan's cock, still erect and longing release after the intense sex session. Juan felt a finger probing his still well lubed asshole. He couldn't tell if it was Orson or Bernard who was fingering him, but whoever it was, he was certainly very efficient. It didn't take long for Juan to cum all over Bernard's tongue, who gulped down eagerly after that.

He soon reached Bernard's stomach. There was still some half-digested food from earlier, but the chamber was spacious enough for him to be able to curl up comfortably. He felt the bear lay down on his bed and let out a loud burp.

"Son... he was delicious," said Bernard, his voice barely audible to Juan from inside the stomach, but still intelligible.

"I'm glad you liked him," said Orson. "You look so fucking good with him inside. So fat, I love it."

"Thank you. Thank you so much."

"I love you, dad. Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, son, I love you too. You got me the best present ever."

Juan felt the pressure of hands fondling him through the stomach walls. Both Bernard and Orson were gently stroking his form. He smiled, completely at peace.

"And Merry Christmas to you too, my delicious food," Bernard said, giving a gentle pat to his belly. "Good night."