XMas Story
_Couldn't imagine any better title... I am glad I made it due to Christmas Eve... :3 Hope you like
For my Boyfriend (Love ya, my dear)_
"It's just disgusting..." I said out loud. Of course loud, so everyone can hear it. "It's just perverted..."
"Oh, come on, just some shopping won't hurt." Ben grinned at me, but I shook my head.
Yes, I hated the mall. It was not the building's fault, it was the fault of the people who'd built it. It was the fact that it was made of lies. And right now, it was the worst time of the year. It was Christmas.
That meant horrible lights all over the building. That meant terrible banners everywhere. And a guy in a red suit with a bell, he was wishing me a merry Christmas, I wished him some pest. Maybe I will kick his balls later on.
I knew it was all built just to make me buy things. It was not important what I bought, it was not important why I bought it. It was just important that I spend the money I was earning in a pizza shop right here. And the Christmas was a nice excuse to tell people to buy even more.
But Ben dragged me into the mall, its insides were even more horrible. It had been a mean trick, at first he said he wanted to do a walk, it was a nice day and so on, then he said he would need to get some cash from the ATM, but now I saw he wanted to shop presents with me. I wonder how that had worked with me.
It was the twentieth of December, therefore people were already panicking about the day in four nights. They had been shopping for the last month, with extra opening times, special offers and dudes in red suits. But of course, now they had to go, together with the ones that had forgotten to get something for aunt Tanya in Sweden or something. Anyway, the mall was full. Crowded. I hate crowds. I hated other furres.
Okay, I really liked Ben. He was a great friend. The fox was from Germany, had come here to study English, initially. We came together as we both were claiming interest on the same flat, instead of fighting over it, we moved in together. Yes, he was a great friend, just a bit annoying sometimes.
Horribly overplayed music went into my ears as we were entering. A vixen in green clothes gave me an ad for newest game console. The music was talking about love and peace on Earth, while the ad told me about the newest killing game with the most realistic blood gushing. Yes, that were the things that annoyed me here, it was all just hypocrisy to get into your wallet.
Since Brad I had lost all faith in that thing people called love. It had been an episode of my live where it had proved who were my friends. Ben was the best friend of all. That's why I was smiling friendly as he was asking me if that stupid red pullover would look nice on him.
Since the very first day Brad had just taken advantage of me, literally exploited me. I hadn't realised it. Love is blind, people said, it was true for me. Brad was a wolf, at least ten years older than myself, he was good looking, very good looking. Shiny grey fur, muscles at the right places, and his package was one of the nicest I had seen until then.
And as I had met him at work, he was nice. Smiling out of his white teeth, he asked me if I wanted to eat with him, after work, I had said yes. The eating of a cold pizza lead to the dark backside of the building, where I end up giving him a blow job. Even the taste of his hot lupine maleness was perfect to me, I didn't want to let him
go again.
He lied to me with every word, but I didn't really listen, not even when he was hurting me. Soon afterwards he was moving in my flat. Ben had been right, but I also didn't listen to him. The sex was rough and good, Brad was going out with me often enough. I was always paying. He cheated on me, I knew it, but didn't want to see it.
Afterwards you always find out how horribly stupid you were, but that moment it made sense to me to give him one chance after the other. It had been Ben that kept me from the trip to Turkey, it was Ben who kept me from spending my last quid on Brad and give up my studies for that wolf. I yelled at Ben for that, stupid me.
Brad started drinking and smoking. When he was sober, he was almost bearable, as a person. Cuddly, yes, giving tender kisses. But at noon, he always started drinking, and then he didn't want to make love any more, he just wanted to fuck, with knot and often without lube.
Ben came in that day, earlier from work, and he surprised us in the living room. That made me cum, too early for Brad, who was drunk and not accepting that. The wolf started yelling, retreated out of me, and hit me into the stomach, then the face.
It was not me who reacted. It was Ben. He could not stand it any more, he grabbed the way bigger and stronger wolf by the neck and forced him out of the apartment, threw his boxers behind and locked the door. I will never forget how caring he was, his nice smile.
Brad, of course, was not content with that solution. He almost broke in, if Ben had not called police. He even would have gotten me into hospital, but it wasn't that bad. It was just weird, suddenly I realised how stupid I had been, how incredible dumb.
Only Ben was there to help me, to comfort me. It hurt to see that everybody I had considered my friend didn't really care, and just said it was my own fault. Bard tried to come back, it was a hard task to get him away, not only physically, but also psychically. A court's order solved one of those problems, finally he got himself into jail as he was trying to rape a minor out of frustration.
That had been in summer.
I continued smiling while the fox was rummaging in everything that was signed as a special Christmas offer. Okay, it was fun watching him, it was nice to listen to his jokes. He was smart, handsome... but were not in a relationship, not even after Brad. That was because of me. I really, really liked him, yes, but if it wouldn't work out, I'd lose the last friend I had. That wasn't worth the try. I don't know what he was thinking about it. Actually, I didn't even know if he was into guys anyway.
I'd seen him with a girl, only once, they were kind of holding paws. Or something. I didn't want to put too much into that, it could be anything. Also, hope and truth could be mixing up in my mind. Dangerous.
Smiling he bought Christmas liquor for us. I didn't drink any more, he only touched a beer once a month, but he bought it anyway, it's Christmas time.
Finally we were leaving. On the way back trough the streets he asked me why I wasn't jolly, it was the season for it. I didn't know what to say, other than my usual crap, like, how can we be happy when people starved in the world, just for us to be able to buy cheap liquor. Ben couldn't find a point against it, but he also admitted he wasn't able to change that fact.
What I wanted to eat on Christmas Eve was his question as we crossed a supermarket's advertising area. I could only mention that I had to work until eight on that day, he shouldn't wait for me. Disappointment first, then a sly smile, a planning fox's smile.
They let me work because I was a lone guy without family. The ones with wife or family around could spend Christmas Eve at home, but me and the 'weird girl', as we called that raccoon, could work. Everyone else was also at home, meaning I will sit there doing nothing. How fun.
Finally home, time to get out of the three layers of clothes and sit down on the couch sighing in relief. Also time to drink coke and look what's on TV, which is usually crap with advertising breaks. Getting a new phone for Christmas, it's cheaper now. With contract, so you will have to pay later, when it's got twice the price.
I wanted to spend the holidays that way, on the couch, watching the special films on television, as long as they're not too sloppy. If that won't work, I still had the option to get working on that final programme for exams. Or something like that.
Yep, just me and the raccoon girl, and some tiger with his laptop. He was always here, practically living off pizza, like the stereotype said. I wasn't living off it because I was also studying applied computer sciences, but just I was working here, and because it was cheaper to live off the unsold or rejected meals instead of buying is somewhere else.
The tiger was here because he was working on this day, which wasn't a holiday to him. That meant an advantage, he could work through the weekend and present his work afterwards, while all his colleagues were drinking and feeling as if they had eaten their own fur the next morning. A kick-start to a young career.
I would need such a start. As a student, my chances for getting a real job with computers was very small, maybe tech-support, but that would make me suicidal, I guess. I was helping others with their computers since grammar school and it was horrible how stupid people can be. Like throwing the grey box away, it didn't look nice and only the TV part was important anyway.
My thoughts revolved like that, I was staring at the clock. People often said time was running fast, but actually that was only the view afterwards. Time that still had to pass by tended to walk slowly, maybe even smelling the flowers at the way.
The raccoon girl was just busy refreshing her make-up, which was mainly her claws and eyes. At about seven pm, the tiger left as well into the cold night. It was Christmas Eve, and I was hanging here waiting for the time so I could get my stamp to leave. Not even the boss had bothered to appear, and I was wondering why the hell I did that to myself. As if I couldn't be more.
Finally the time was over, the kitchen was already cold, we put the chairs onto the tables, I locked and without any word each of us went their way.
The keys turned in the lock. Yeah, I was tired out by the boredom. It could be even worse than doing exhausting work all day, then you at least felt the tire in all your bones, and you knew you did something for it.
"Ben?" I locked the door and turned, but Ben was not visible. "Where're ya?" No answer. In the living room, low music ranted about love in the world. I followed it.
Ben smiled at me, broadly, my eyes went wide. There the handsome fox lay, on the ground, and I could see more of him than ever before. His arms folded behind his head, and one knee hiding his crotch - yes, I'd been very detailed at that moment - he grinned. "Merry Christmas," he just said. "Like your
present?"
He had put some of those red present cords around his body, just as much that I could see his intention. I could not deny it, he just looked damn sexy down there under the tree. But I couldn't move at all, except maybe for that little part between my legs which showed immediate reaction.
Somehow Ben must have seen there wouldn't come anything from me that moment. He had waited long enough. So he crawled up to me, very close and looked up to my face, squatting in front of my crotch. I felt his muzzle touching the bulge in my pants. Two paws around my hips made me take some steps backwards, where the couch caught my fall.
My present started unwrapping me, the belt, then the button. As I tried to help him, he just shook his head and continued smiling. After opening my shirt and adjusting my trousers, he finally revealed my male parts, freeing them from the tight boxers. I moaned arbitrarily as his lips touched the tip of my cock.
"It's been a while," he said. "A long while..." After those words he began licking alongside my most sensitive flesh. His soft tongue sent tender pleasure to my brains, I couldn't help but breath heavily while he was wetting my cock with his saliva.
One of my paws went onto his head, literally by itself, while he was just working on, sending sweetest pleasure to my male parts with his surprisingly talented tongue. I felt the sensations building up in my cock as he embraced tightly it with his lips and moved his head forwards. Fastening his lips and movements he made me moan louder, unable to suppress my expressions I grabbed his head fur.
He worked on, taking more and more of my penis into his muzzle. I groaned louder, "Don't stop," I begged, he wasn't going to, but passion knocked my brain out. More and more pleasure built up at my crotch, the tender vulpine tongue made me read to shoot, which I finally managed to groan out. That encouraged him just a bit more, he tightened his soft lips to stimulate my sensitive flesh more intensively.
I grabbed his head fur, maybe a bit painfully, but I couldn't help it, as I grunted out loud and came right into more than ready muzzle. I sighed in relief after I had released all my cream, and Ben just gulped it down greedily. I could feel his tongue licking off my semen to the last drop, adding after-climax pleasure, the the sweetest in my opinion.
The fox looked up, wagging his tail. "Liked it?"
"Oh, heck, I did..."
"We are not finished yet..." One of his paws went under a pillow, from where he produced a brand new tube of lube, also wrapped up like a present. "Next gift for you." He grinned broadly and climbed up to me.
We started making out, if not very professionally, but he made to help me out of my clothes. I could smell his arousal, he wanted me badly, he had waited longer than just some hours. As he was over me, I could feel his enormous, rock-hard cock pressing against my belly. Naked now he continued kissing me, while I felt my senses, previously blacked out by sheer lust, come back slowly.
I suddenly was wondering if I should really do this. But what would Ben say now? Would he be mad? No. But feeling awkward. For the rest of our living together, which won't be long then afterwards... He wanted to. I wanted to. My member was filling with blood and erecting again, that little traitor. Oh, the heck...
His paw dragged me out of my thoughts, he was rubbing my dick to its full length. Then he opened tube and sat up on my legs. I looked into his eyes, he looked back, and he started to spread the lube over my dick professionally. After another kiss he went over my hips.
I moaned again passion as he was slowly lowering his wonderful butt over my standing member, making it go into his incredibly tight tail hole. It felt even virginal, that was maybe why he was groaning loudly, in pleasure and slight pain. But he lowered himself until my cock had disappeared almost completely in his tight ass.
He paused a moment, probably to get used to my size, leaving me the view of his big and throbbing vulpine maleness. After some seconds he moved up, making me clutching the couch's material. His insides were wrapping that tightly around my stick that I could even feel where his prostate was.
Stimulating me and himself he moved down again, slowly, moaning together with me. He moved up again, faster now, fully used to having my member in him. The fox went faster with every movement, thrusting my member into his body forcefully, his balls banging against my belly. He groaned loud himself, especially as I finally made to move one of my paws to start rubbing his vulpine maleness.
He cried his pleasure out and leaned forwards a bit, too look into my eyes. Once again he sped up, longing for the release, still waiting on me. I felt his insides stimulating me, the intense sensations making me groan out loud. I felt like I could shoot any moment, just some more...
Ben cried out in pure passion and lust as he came, shooting his load high and onto my chest, meeting my climax just in time. I could feel my cream just running out of its pipe, right into him, filling his tight tail hole up completely.
Panting he broke down on my chest, he kissed me, out tongues played for a moment. His semen rubbed into our fur. My cock slipped out of him as it became soft, he found breath again and embraced me tightly.
"Thanks," I said.
He licked my nose. "There will be more. I offer you my love. Do you take it?"
"Gladly..."
That was last year's Christmas. This year, we also spend together. In the same way. Just that we're married now.