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Jake flipped through the pages of his favourite author’s latest novel but, despite waiting excitedly for months for its release, he found concentrating on the words in front of him damn near impossible. His eyes kept on drifting over to the cellphone resting on his bedside table, more specifically, the time on the screen.

11:35

In less than half an hour it would be Christmas and the man he’d been waiting for still hadn’t shown up. Wasn’t he supposed to be there on Christmas Eve? Jake let out a heavy sigh. He was regretting sending that letter now. Honestly, he’d been regretting it since he’d sent it a week ago but there was still a small part of him trapped in the back of his mind that still held out hope. What if he did actually respond? What if the gift he’d been wanting ever since he turned eighteen would soon be in his grasp? What if-

“Hey, would you turn that damn light off? Some of us are trying to sleep here.”

Matt, Jake’s husband, rolled over onto her back, tired eyes squinting as they tried to adjust to the light from the bedside lamp. Jake blushed as he said, “I’m sorry, hun, just a little bit longer, okay? I just can’t put this book down.”

Able to see through his lie instantly, and with a roll of his eyes, Matt responded, “Come on, babe, you and I both know you couldn’t give a toss about that book right now. You’re just staying up for him.”

Jake bit his bottom lip. Matt was right. He was trying, and failing, to use the book as a distraction while he waited for what he really wanted to show up. Jake closed the book and put it down beside his phone before turning to Matt and, with an awkward smile, said, “You don’t think I’m being silly, do you? That I’m hoping for too much?”

Matt scoffed. “Don’t be daft. You’ve been bitching and moaning about doing this every year since I’ve known you. And now you’ve finally done it so don’t you dare old any regrets.”

Despite the vulgarity, Jake couldn’t help but smile at his partner’s words and, still blushing, he asked, “Do you think he’ll show up?”

“He’d be an idiot not to. I mean, have you seen yourself? You’re hot as hell. You sent him a picture of yourself, right? Anyone who said no to that is next level stupid.”

Now Jake was certain he was hitting some sort of world record with the redness on his face.

Jake was a bear of a man with a large gut that hung over his blue boxers, an impressive auburn beard and a chest so full of hair that it could make an actual bear jealous. As like often went with like, Matt was much the same, save for his beard being black with flecks of grey and, while Jake had shoulder length hair, Matt had gone with the option of keeping his own head completely bald. It was basically the only part of him that had no hair.

Scooting up closer, Matt wrapped a fuzzy arm over Jake’s immense chest and, leaning up to give him a peck on the cheek, he said, “He won’t show up if you’re awake, remember? Them’s the rules. Now, turn that light off and go the fuck to sleep.”

Jake planted his own kiss on Matt’s, aiming for the lips, and said, “You’re right, like always. I’ll go to bed now. Just let me get a drink of water first.”

Matt let go of him but, as Jake pulled back the duvet and his toes hit the carpet of their shared bedroom, a loud thud came from downstairs, causing the two to jump.

“Are you kidding me?” Matt said with a scowl at the sound. “It’s Christmas Eve and we’re being robbed? Fuck, where did I put that bat...”

“Wait!” Jake grabbed his arm. “What if it’s him?”

The anger quickly drained from Matt’s face to be replaced by a look of surprise. Then, without warning, he leaped out of bed and ran out the room. Jake called out after him and, being ignored, jumped out of bed to follow.

They made a mad dash down the stairs and ran into the living room where it sounded like the noise originated from. Once they entered the room, they froze, jaws practically hitting the jaw at what they found. There, on the couch, sat a giant anthropomorphic polar bear decked out all in scarlet, a similarly coloured cat adorning his head with a large, white, woollen bauble stitched to the top.

Jake stood frozen in place, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air for what seemed like a solid minute, before he finally found his voice and said, “It’s Santa Claws.”

Santa shot the two a largest and warmest smile Jake had ever seen as he said, “Sorry, did I wake you? I’m afraid I made a bit of a noise when I teleported in.” The bear then stood up and walked over towards them and held out a clawed, furry hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Jake.”

“I...I...I...” Jake knew he was asking for a handshake but he was far too shocked to move. At that moment he couldn’t even form a sentence.

Seeing how his husband struggled, Matt instead was the one to grab Santa’s hand and give it a firm shake. “Teleportation, huh? So, that’s how you get into folks houses. How do you find time to deliver all those gifts in one night, though?”

Santa chuckled as he tapped the side of his nose and winked. “Trade secret, I’m afraid, Matt.”

“Heh, figured you wouldn’t say. Well-wait. How do you know my name?” Matt asked, an eyebrow raised.

“Well, Jake mentioned a husband named Matt in his letter and, seeing as you’re here in the middle of the night in your underwear, I made the assumption that was you.”

“Can’t fault that logic,” Matt said with a laugh.

The sound of Matt’s laughter was what finally snapped Jake out of his daze.Shaking his head, he said, “You’re actually here. I can’t believe it.”

Santa tilted his head to the side, doing his best impression of a quizzical puppy. “A handsome man sends me a nude picture of himself and asks to share a bed with me? I’d be a fool to say no to that.” He then looked between Jake and Matt and added, “And you have such an attractive husband as well. Will he be joining us?”

“Y-You mean you actually want to? With me?” Jake said, finding the entire situation hard to believe.

Growing up, Jake had lived in an incredibly impoverished neighbourhood. Neither his parents nor friends had much to spare once the bills had been paid and groceries bought for that month. Because of this, when Christmas came around, instead of things like toys or sweets, he’d get clothes or stationary for school. There just wasn’t the money for luxuries and, while he was thankful now for his grandmother sending him a new coat so he didn’t get cold those winter months, as a child it was really disappointing.

Then he found out about Santa Claws, a magical immortal being that lived at the North Pole. Write him a letter asking for a present and he’d send you one on Christmas Eve while you slept. No one had any idea how he was able to give millions of children gifts in one night and whenever asked how he did it, in those rare moments he left the North Pole outside of that one night, he’d simply wink and say it was a secret.

What Jake loved about the bear was that, while he did normally spend his time at the freezing tundra he called home, he did leave every now and again throughout the year when he felt the cause was great enough. One such incident Jake could remember was a video he’d watched of the bear-man when he was eighteen. By then he’d stopped asking Santa for gifts but he still found himself drawn to the video when it popped up on his recommended feed and had to watch it. After all, he still remembered how his face lit up when he opened that first gift some Santa Claws, an action figure of his favourite superhero, and thought maybe watching a clip of the man would bring back those fond memories.

The video had been of a smiling Santa visiting a children’s hospital, giving out presents to happy children. His heart positively swelled with warmth at the sight. Jake had gone on a video watching binge after that, trying his best to find every clip he could of the man. Being the private being he was, and since this was still the early days of the internet, there wasn’t much out there. He did, however, find one video that stopped him dead in his tracks. It was an interview and in it the interviewer jokingly asked what kind of person he was interested it, most likely not thinking he’d answer.

“Well, I’m a bear so I guess I’d like others like me. I’d want someone who’s warm and fuzzy, big in heart and big in size,” he’d said, smiling all the time. Jake was beginning to wonder if the guy even could frown. Although, that wasn’t the important part. Santa wanted someone who was big, hairy, and kind. Jake noted that sounded a lot like him. Even has a teen, Jake was large and hairy and he always saw himself as being kind. At least, he hoped he was.

Yes, Jake had a crush on Santa Claws and had ever since he watched that first video. For years he’d wanted to write a letter confessing his feelings but was always too shy to do so. Then he met Matt, fell in love, and, well, while they did have an open relationship and allowed one another to sleep around, actually dating another person was out of the question. Therefore, his dream of dating Santa faded into the background. He had Matt, his one true love, and even his feelings for Santa didn’t compare to those he had for the man that ended up becoming his husband.

But even though he knew nothing would ever happen, Jake was open about his attraction and crush on Santa Claws. He mentioned it every year, wondered if he should send a letter, telling Santa how he felt, before quickly backing off. Then one day, tired of Jake constantly bringing it up before back-pedalling, Matt said, “Babe, send him the goddamn letter or I’m going to send him one for you.”

So, after much goading from his partner, he wrote and sent the letter along with a nude picture of himself in order to ‘entice’ the man as Matt said. It had taken a lot of beers to get Jake to agree to that.

And now here he was, standing in front of his teenage crush, a magical creature who seemed very interested in the prospect of being with him. How he hadn’t passed out yet from the shock he had no idea.

“Hey, babe, you okay?” Matt asked, giving his husband’s shoulder a light shake.

“Oh, uh, yes, I am,” Jake said, finally snapping out of it. “This is all just a lot to take in, sorry.”

“No need to apologise.” Santa said. “I’ve had much worse reactions. A few faintings even.”

“Oh, believe me, I’m trying really hard not to right now.”

Santa chuckled and stepped closer to Jake and Matt. The men were tall but the bear was an absolute giant of a beast, his red hat almost brushing against the ceiling. Jake really shouldn’t have found that as hot as he did.

Without warning, Santa placed a large, black claw underneath Jake’s whiskered chin. He lifted his head up and leaned in close until their lips was just barely touching. He could feel his breath hot against him as he said, “Now, down to business shall we?”

Matt whistled as Santa leaned in for the kiss. “Damn, this guy moves fast.”

Jake gasped at the suddenness of the action, the slight parting of his lips enough for the bear to slide his tongue inside Jake’s mouth. His eyes fluttered closed as the kissing grew more intense, their tongues dancing around one another, exploring every inch of the other that they could.

Santa placed a hand on Jake’s hip, slowly moving it around behind him to find the soft flesh of his rear end. He wasted no time in kneading that area, earning him a moan in response.

Santa pulled away from Jake but, before he could voice his annoyance at the action, sharp bear teeth latched themselves to his neck, licking and biting, doing his best, and succeeding, in leaving a monster sized hickey.

Matt, noticing Jake’s lips were free, went, “Fuck it, I know this is your fantasy and all but I want a piece of this,” before walking up to Jake and claiming his mouth with his own. Santa didn’t seem to have any issue with Matt joining. In fact, with the way he moved his free hand to palm at the dark-haired man’s crotch, he was more than happy with the new addition.

The three stayed like that for several minutes, biting, licking, and groping their ways to flushed faces and full on erections. No half chubs there. Matt eventually pulled himself away, albeit reluctantly, to say, “Hey, I’ve got an idea. Lie down, Santa. You’re gonna love this. But first...” A large, predatory grin spread over his face that impressed even the actual predator in the room. “Clothes. Off.”

All three men wasted no time in doing just that and soon they stood in the middle of the living room as naked as the day they were born. Jake’s eyes widened at the pure majesty that was Santa’s immense cock. He’d had some big guys in his day but this man didn’t just take the cake, he stole the whole damn bakery.

“You said I must lie down?” Santa asked Matt.

“Yeah, trust me on this,” the large man responded.

Santa then did just that, lying down, propping himself up with his elbows. Looking up at Matt he went, “And now?”

“Well, now Jake is gonna give you the best blowjob of your life.”

Jake was shocked by this announcement but only for a moment, his surprise quickly taken over by arousal. Marvelling at the size of Santa’s member and how it was already leaking pre, Jake wasted no time in getting on his belly, positioning himself inbetween the bear’s legs.

He pressed his tongue against the base of his shaft and began slowly sliding upwards, savouring the taste of sweat and the pure animal scent that assaulted his nose like a tidal wave. Jake continued to lap at him like he was the world’s sexiest ice cream cone, so enamoured with what he was doing that he didn’t even notice as Matt moved behind him until he felt him spreading his cheeks.

“While you’re having fun, let’s prep you for what happens next,” Matt said before sliding a slicked up finger into Jake’s entrance. He wanted to question just where the hell he’d gotten the lube from and how he’d grabbed it without anyone noticing but he soon found himself not caring as Matt came across the spot that he knew drove Jake wild.

Jake’s licking grew more frantic as Matt continued to work his hole, but soon found that just licking wasn’t enough. He wrapped his lips around the tip of Santa’s member and gave a hard suck, the salty taste of pre filling his mouth.

Santa leaned his head back and groaned. Jake found he liked the noise and sucked again. Although, he soon realised that wasn’t enough either and decided to go all in. He began the slow decent down the bear’s shaft, taking in every inch he could. With how large he was this turned out to be no easy task and, ignoring the ache in his jaw, Jake moved forward like the trooper he was and it wasn’t long until his nose was pressed up against the snowy white fur of Santa’s lower belly. The pain in his jaw from taking someone in that size was almost unbearable. And it was the most arousing feeling in the world.

He began to bob up and down, his throat burning as the giant cock slid in and out. Santa snarled, his claws digging into the wooden floor, but Jake was too caught up in the moment to think about fixing up any possible damages the giant beast might cause. He was being attacked from the front and behind, every fibre of his being burning with pleasure. Then, without warning, Santa threw back his head back in a mighty roar (that they’d no doubt get yelled at by tired neighbours for later) and hot, white, salty spunk began to pour down Jake’s throat.

But, even after that, Santa still wasn’t going down. Jake pulled away from him, his lips now dribbling with a mixture of cum and spit. With a heavy, heated breath, he panted, “Looks like we’re not done here, huh?”

Santa grinned. “Despite what everyone thinks, Sanat Claws doesn’t come just once a year.”

Matt groaned at the terrible joke as he removed his fingers from Jake’s rear. “We really shouldn’t reward from for that but I think we should go onto the next step. What you think, babe?”

Jake simply smiled as he swung his leg over the bears hip and, grabbing his member, positioned him at his entrance. But, before he could do anything, Matt said, “Hey, Claws, put your head down, I wanna have some fun, too.”

Santa did as he was told, moving his elbows so that he was now flat on his back and staring up at the ceiling. Soon, however, it wasn’t the ceiling he was looking at as Matt stepped over him, his giant arse now blocking the view of the rest of the room. He squatted down and placed Santa’s muzzle inbetween in cheeks.

“Well, big guy? Go at it,” Matt said with a smirk. He didn’t need to tell Santa twice what he wanted and soon a warm, wet tongue was gliding against his puckered, hairy arsehole.

After taking a moment to marvel at the incredible sight before him, he figured it was time to take care of his own needs. His dick was dripping, throbbing for release and he couldn’t take it any longer. He moved downward, slowly taking Santa in as he went. He was huge and, while Jake did struggle, the ache down there was just as, if not more so, erotic than the pain in his jaw.

He had his hands placed on Santa’s large stomach, doing his best to stop himself from falling over as he slowly slid down his immense rod. Once halfway, he brought himself back up again only to slide back down. He did this a few more times, getting used to the feeling of Santa inside of him, before finally picking up the courage to go all the way down. He grunted at the mixture of pleasure and dull pain that washed over him, grabbing fistfuls of Santa’s belly fur as he continued to move.

“Fuck, that tongue’s magic,” Matt said, voice heavy with lust.

“This end’s not so bad either,” Jake responded with a gasp.

Santa mumbled something as well but his mouth was too full of arse for either of them to catch it.

Jake sighed with content as he rode the bear, knowing it wouldn’t be longer. Then, out of nowhere, Santa grabbed his thighs with his large paw-like hands and thrust upwards. Caught off guard, Jake nearly fell over, a mix of a scream and a moan stuck in his throat. Feeling himself almost there, he grabbed his dick and began to stroke it, looking over at Matt to see him doing the same. Matt shot him an all too familiar cheeky grin and that was enough to send Jake over the edge.

He let out a low moan and his hole tightened, squeezing around Santa until he was also growling his release. Matt soon followed and the room was filled with the sound of ecstasy as the three men hit their and then slowly floated back down.

“That was...wow,” Jake gasped, trying his best to catch his breath.

Matt lifted himself off of Santa’s face and plopped himself down onto the floor with a grunt. “Fuck, I can’t complain there.”

Jake’s eyes widened. “Um, Matt?”

“Yeah, babe?” Matt asked as he whipped the back of his neck of sweat with the palm of his hand.

“He’s not going down.”

Santa them both a lustful look as he said, “What can I say? I’m quite the insatiable beast.”

“Shit, if he’s still up for it, give me a go at that candy cane next,” Matt said.

Santa looked to Jake then at Matt and then back to Jake again. “Well, I’m game for another round if everyone else is.”

And, so the three continued their lovemaking into the early hours of Christmas morning but, this wouldn’t be the last time the two men saw their beloved Santa Claws, for every year on his deliveries, he’d stop by for a little bit of fun. The husbands couldn’t have been more thrilled, even though Santa never did tell them just how he delivered all those gifts every year, much to Matt’s annoyance.