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It had been a long day for Simon. The tall, black furred wolf had been up early to hit the shops before the Christmas shopping crowds, of course everyone else had had the same idea and he hadn't been able to escape until early afternoon. Then his niece was starring in a Christmas concert and she absolutely had to have her favourite uncle there to watch. And if that hadn't been enough he then had to get up on the roof and finish the Christmas lights in time for the big family to get together the next day. His husband had done most of it, bless him, but was off being Santa for one of the local LGBTIQ outreach charities. He'd seen his handsome Polar Bear boyfriend dressed up in his Santa suit and had made a lewd joke or ten about them before he left

Simon wasn't aware how tired he was until he flopped onto the bed after a quick shower and fell asleep without even getting under the covers.

The wolf woke up and outside the stars were shining brightly and the half moon was glaring rudely in through the window. It was unlike his boyfriend not to draw the curtains but in his sleep-addled state the wolf didn't quite put the information together in his head. Simon didn't want to see how early it was and turned his head away from where his phone was on the nightstand to where his husband was lying next to him. To where his husband should be lying next to him. The king sized bed was empty apart from himself, the usual large snoring form of his polar bear boyfriend completely absent. The wolf wondered if he hadn't been asleep that long after all as it was very unusual for his hubby to be out so late without them discussing it first. Still, he was a grown man and could make his own decisions. With a yawn, Simon flipped back over to fall back asleep when...

"Ho Ho Ho!" a deep booming voice reverberated around the bedroom. The wolf bolted upright and turned toward the source of the voice. Standing right there next to the bed where he had been looking only a minute ago was a tall, chunky, snow white Polar bear. Inside a long, very well groomed gray beard was a huge smile on a handsome face. His brown eyes sparkled as he looked down at the surprised wolf. The face was all too familiar to Simon, that of his boyfriend. And yet, something about him was different, the way he was standing, the tone of his voice... he couldn't quite place it but something was different.

"What the hell..." Simon began only for the bear to interrupt.

"Oh no, good boys like you shouldn't use such naughty language, otherwise you'll wind up on my naughty list." The large bear's baritone voice rumbled out as he got closer to the bed. His belly was broad, big but sturdy, a mixture of muscle and fat that suited the man's large frame. Simon was now awake enough and the bear close enough that even in the dark room he could see the man was nearly naked. The only thing adorning his body was a red leather harness over his shoulders, criss crossing over his chest and making his firm pecs really stand out. On each shoulder was a shining bell that chinked just a little with each step. No pants, no shoes, not even the usual Santa hat.

"Henry?" The confused wolf asked. He blinked a few times, now that the man was closer he definitely seemed less and less like his boyfriend; older, taller and his voice was deeper too.

"Come now, you've known my name since you were a little pup." The jolly giant replied with a wink.

"Santa?" Simon replied, trying to keep the disbelief from his voice. He'd stopped getting presents from Santa when he'd moved out of home over a decade ago now.

Now that the polar bear was close enough to the bed the wolf could take in his scent. He smelled of candy canes, ginger bread and... male. Very very male. His eyes looked down over the curved belly to powerful, thick legs and then what lay between them. Yellow eyes widened as he saw the long black length of Santa's flaccid cock hang over a large white furred sack. The thick cock thickened as the wolf watched, his lips and throat suddenly parched as he gazed intently. He was suddenly aware that he was completely exposed to the bear as his own cock thickened.

"Indeed, you do remember. You always did like bouncing on my knee as a young'un. Knew you were going to grow up to be a fine man. I do love visiting when you're all grown up too. But so few of you keep truly believing. Now, let's see if you've been naughty or nice this year, young man." The bear said with a chuckle and then there was a paper scroll in his hand. Simon blinked twice at that, obviously he couldn't have pulled it from anywhere but where did it come from? Had he held it the entire time and Simon just hadn't noticed? Santa didn't stop to explain and was already starting to pace around the bed reading from the scroll.

"Waking your boyfriend with breakfast in bed. Nice. Helping your neighbour carry out the bins. Nice. Paying for dinner on a night out with your friends. Nice" The bear's voice listed off a few more charitable acts before he paused for a second, glancing at the wolf, and then continued reading. "Gave your boyfriend three orgasms in a night. Nice. Always gave your partner a reach around at the sauna. Nice. Asked before finishing in your friends mouth. Nice."

As Santa continued to list all the nice things Simon could see more and more of that black shaft slip free of its furry white container. As the bear kept listing it surpassed his own size and then equaled his boyfriends size, maybe a tad longer, the thick rod one of the longest the wolf has ever seen. He longed to reach out and touch it but the bear kept pacing just out of reach.

"Oh, but what have we here? Eating the last slice of cake that your boyfriend had saved for himself? Naughty. Buying lunch when you already had lunch from home? Naughty. Forgetting to call your mother every week? Very naughty." The bear turned and padded back towards the side of the bed Simon was lying on."Falling asleep while sucking your boyfriend off? Naughty. Not reciprocating a blowjob when you had time? Naughty. Pestering your boyfriend for a blowjob at the movies while watching... Sonic? Really? Do I need to say it?"

Simon blushed but didn't say anything, all of it was true after all. Remembering all those situations though, as much as he regretted some of it, some of them had been hot as hell and his growing erection was a testament to that. Pink inches slowly thickened and stood up straight in the cool night air until his entire length throbbed against his dark furred belly.

"Well, everyone's only mortal, Simon. And I can see far more nice on this list than naughty. But keep your nose clean or next year it might be Krampus giving you a visit." Santa said with a laugh, his belly and cock bouncing with each hearty lungful of air. He then continued.

"For someone so nice I think a special reward from Santa's sack is only fitting, don't you?" The Polar bear gave the dark furred wolf a wink and reached down to grope his own overly full ball sack, squeezing and hefting it in front of the wolf's eyes. The dark shaft of the bear's cock swung back and forth hypnotically as the wolf watched. Simon looked up at Santa's face to see two dancing eyes smiling down at him. "C'mon pup, give it a suck, earn your Christmas treat."

Simon hesitated for a moment, hypnotised by the swinging cock, the smell of it filling his nostrils and driving him wild. The scent was so peculiar, that smell of aroused male mixed with spices and mint

His own cock stiffened even more as he watched, nowhere near as large as the monster the polar bear had pointing straight at him but still a decent size. Slowly he turned his body over the bed and reached a paw out to touch the hard black inches. The cock was warm and hard under his touch, and the entire shaft got even harder as he wrapped his fingers around it and started stroking. Santa let out a deep moan as his cock grew firmer, thicker and harder in the wolf's paw. What had already been a large piece of meat was now truly jaw dropping. The tip began to drip with precum as the wolf's paw slid up and down the shaft, his fingers squeezing the cock nice and firmly just the way he did to his boyfriends own large cock. He was fairly sure this was his boyfriend just playing out a fantasy, but the cock in his paw felt.. Bigger. And his scent was different... And his booming voice... the certainty was growing less and less by the second. Could this really be...

"What a good wolf you are, Simon. But I've many houses to visit this night so why don't you get your mouth to work and get your treat out of my sack?" said the bear. "I know you'll like it."

Simon didn't need to be asked a third time. He moved himself to the edge of the bed and opened his muzzle wide. His long tongue rolled out and lapped against the fat bear's leaking tip. A salty sweet taste spread over his tongue as the bear let out a deep groan of pleasure. Simon gave another lick and another and another, his hands grabbing the white furred hips as he nuzzled, licked and slurped the leaking organ. Each one rewarded him with another burst of precum across his tongue and a grunt from the bear.

"That's it Simon, keep it up and you'll be on my nice list for life." The bear's deep voice grunted out.

With that encouragement the wolf opened his muzzle wide and pressed forward. Thick inches of jet black bear cock slid into his mouth and along his eager tongue. Simon didn't stop as the thick cock pressed against the back of his throat, he'd been deepthroating guys like this since he was a teenager, and with expert skill he let it slide down his throat. Inch after inch, he pushed himself down the meaty shaft, loving the way it filled his mouth and pressed down his throat. Finally he pushed down to the base, his nose buried in the thick public fur and fat of the Polar bear. He held there for several long moments, letting himself adjust to the length pulsing and throbbing inside him. Then he started to pull back again.

Santa let out a deep groan of satisfaction. He looked down at the face of the handsome wolf as it swallowed him right down to the base. Of course he knew the wolf would manage that, he'd been watching him be naughty and nice all year long after all. He didn't know which one he had preferred watching. He let his paws fall down heavily on the wolf, one on his shoulder and the other and his head. Then he pulled the wolf's head just a little closer, grunting loudly as he ground the wolf's muzzle into him, his cock throbbing in its warm, moist confines. Then he pulled the wolf back, watching in satisfaction as his cock emerged, his thick cock base glistening with the wolf's spit. Then, just before his tip slid back out he rammed his entire cock back forward again, his balls and belly jiggling in time as the wolf grunted in surprise.

The sound of slapping flesh filled the room as Santa began to face fuck the eager wolf. The wolf's cock was rock hard and dripping as Santa rammed his impressive cock back and forth, his heavy sack slapping against Simon's chin each time. The scent of aroused bear was thick in the room and with the bear slamming against his nostrils every second the wolf was aware of little else. Then suddenly his mouth was empty and before Simon could seek out that delicious meat again Santa's lips were pressing against his own. Passionate, sweet and powerful the two kissed. The Polar bear's tongue pressed against the wolf's own as a hand wrapped around his shaft, squeezing it, stroking it and then letting it go as he came so close to blowing his load already.

"Lay your head back over the bed," Santa all but whispered, his jolly jovial attitude lost to lust. The wolf complied instantly, flipping over onto his back with his head hanging over the bed. Santa took a moment to take in the sight of the handsome dark furred wolf laying before him. Simon's long, lanky frame so different to his own tall, chunky body. His eyes locked on the wolf's erection, how hard those inches were from worshipping his pole. Eagerly he lined his cock up at the wolf's lips. Simon needed no instruction and just opened his mouth wide and let the bear slide in. This position let the bear get even deeper and, placing his leg up on the bed, really start to fuck the wolf's throat.

"Mmm, that's it pup. Show Santa how thankful you are for his gifts."

His thick cock pistoned in and out with almost machine-like precision. The bells on his harness rang out as he thrust.

"Going to get a present from my sack real soon"

Simon whimpered around the pulsing, thrusting meat. Whether this was Santa or his boyfriend he didn't care any more, he just wanted more.

The bear grunted and grabbed the wolf's head on both sides and started thrusting deep, hard and fast. His fur clumped together with sweat as he continued to speak.

"But, I never got a thank you card for that car set when you were seven you know."

Santa grunted his balls rising, his cock firming up and then... he stopped. And pulled his length free from Simon's eager mouth. The wolf whimpered and tried to get his lips back around that magnificent manhood only for the Polar bear to keep slipping it away from his questing nose.

"In fact, I don't think you ever sent a thank you card ever since you were ten years old. That puts you on the naughty list." Santa reached down, bopped the wolf on the nose and grinned. "And naughty pups get their stockings stuffed. Turn over and lift that tail for me."

Simon stared up at the swinging meat that had just been impaling his throat. It was definitely bigger than his boyfriend's and bottoming for his boyfriend was already a hassle, it was why he was so good at deepthroating. When the two of them did fuck they had to schedule a good hour of foreplay to get him loose enough to handle it. More often than not the wolf ended up topping just for convenience sake. But then Santa was used to squeezing into unaccommodating places after all; chimneys, cracks under the windows in apartments, through keyholes in houses with no chimneys. Maybe that applied to his ass too? Santa sensed his worry and warm lips pressed against his own again, large powerful paws roaming his chest, his belly his legs.

"Don't worry, I have elf lube. Lets the biggest cocks slide into the tightest of holes. You should see the otter I introduced to Christmas in July, complete virgin before I got to him" The bear said as their lips parted. That was all it took for the wolf. The look in the bear's eyes told him that while he didn't want to hurt the wolf, he was definitely getting what he wanted. The bedsprings squeaked a little as the wolf moved around, his feet pushing down into the plush carpet. Before he could bend over, powerful paws gripped his cheeks and spread them open. Warm air spread between his cheeks and across his hole causing it to pucker. The tongue that slathered over his hole was no surprise but still the wolf could barely keep a bark of shock at how good it felt, the Polar bear's tongue pressing deep into him, twisting, turning, exploring his insides. Then just as quickly it was gone. He heard a popping noise behind him and then a cool fluid was rubbed over his hole. Seconds later it tingled slightly, not that he had long to focus on that sensation as he felt the heat and pressure of Santa's mighty shaft pressing against him.

"Don't worry, I've been doing this since before you were bouncing on my knee telling me how you wanted a football and a Polly Pocket for Christmas." Santa growled out as he started to press his thick glans against the tight ring. Simon barely had time to register what was said, had he actually told his boyfriend about wanting a Polly Pocket before? Then his ring started to get stretched out as Santa eased himself forward. Simon squeezed his eyes shut and braced himself for the pain of such a large shaft spreading him open. Normally when his boyfriend mounted him there was this same warmth and pressure but by now there would be that dull pain from stretching around such a massive shaft. But today that pain was missing, just the warmth and pressure as the lube numbed the pain. He moaned as the shaft slowly spread him open, that warmth and girth sliding into him so easily. The Polar bear took his time and let his length slowly push in. The dark shaft spread the wolf wide and slowly disappeared. Santa watched intently as over half of his thick shaft slid in.

Both men moaned in pleasure, the wolf's whimpers reaching a high tone that complemented the bear's deep grunts. Inch by inch Santa's cock found a new home in the wolf's tight ring. After several minutes the bear was balls deep within the wolf, his big belly resting against the wolf's back, his hefty sack resting against Simon's thighs and his hands squeezing and stroking the dark furred back. Wordlessly the bear started to ease himself back, Simon's gasps letting him know when he was going too fast. Inch by inch he eased back until just his head was still within the wolf's tight, warm ring. Then his powerful hips thrust forward again, his fat shaft burying itself again and making the wolf all but howl in pleasure. Again and again the bear pulled back and thrust forward, getting slightly faster each time. The jolly bear grunted as fucked the moaning, willing wolf.

Simon buried his face into the covers of the bed, his hands clenching and unclenching while his cock throbbed and spurted precum below him. He was in ecstasy. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure rolling through him, the thick cock stretching him out and hitting all the right places with every thrust. He moaned out in an eager and unrestrained way that he hadn't done in years. The way the bear's weight pressed down on him, pinning him to the bed was driving him wild in a completely different way. And through it all he could hear those bells on Santa's harness ringing with each thrust. It was almost comical and yet somehow it just made it even hotter to the wolf.

Slap, tinkle. Slap, tinkle. Slap, tinkle.

"Yes, Santa. Deliver your present from your sack." Simon groaned out, pressing himself back against the big bear

"That's it, Simon. You're a very good boy there." Santa grunted out as he thrusted harder and faster. The ringing got louder and louder as he started thrusting with reckless abandon. The bed frame creaked and the mattress springs squeaked as the strength of the gigantic bear came to its full power. Santa could feel that pleasant glow as his balls started to lift, his shaft hardened as his release started to build. "Where do you want your present? In your stocking or all over your back?"

"Fill my stocking please, Santa!" Simon called out in a voice so eager it surprised even him. He was used to topping or sucking dick, the fact he was enjoying himself so much was a surprise to him. Now all he wanted was the bear to fill him up and then keep on thrusting. And Santa was not going to disappoint on that score either.

With a grunt the Polar bear pulled Simon's unresisting body up off the bed against him, strong arms holding the wolf up and gripping him tightly, and then gave him everything he'd been holding back. Simon yelled in surprise as teeth bit onto his shoulder, neck, anywhere they could. The bites were strong but the bear was holding back to not hurt the wolf. He could feel the bear's cock thickening as the hips moved so fast that anyone watching would barely see anything more than a blur. Simon's eyes watered as his cock shit a spurt of precum over the bed, his shaft almost comically slapping up and down from the force of the fucking.

"Oh fuck, Santa, I'm... Im... I'm..." The wolf murmured as his own balls pulled up tight to his body. Simon had never felt anything like this before, the intense pleasure building in his cock without him touching it. Then without any more warning at all his cock exploded, thick streams of white wolf cum splattering over the bed. As waves of orgasmic pleasure wracked the wolf's body he was barely even aware of Santa's hips pistoning just the last inch of his shaft in as deep as he could. The ringing of the bells got faster and louder and faster and louder until they stopped entirely. Inside the moaning wolf the bear's cock was harder as steel and then it began to pulse as the Christmas Spirit reached his orgasm. Santa gripped Simon tight as he thrust his cock as deep into the wolf as it would fit.

Santa grunted so loudly Simon was sure the windows rattled and the downstairs neighbors would put in a complaint. Not that the wolf cared at this point, all he could concentrate on was the cock pulsing within him. He could feel the large shaft throb, swell and pulse as warmth spread through him. How on earth that fat shaft was swelling even bigger was a mystery, but he could feel it within him, spreading him ever wider as the big bear came. He shuddered as the fat bear filled him with his cum, and quite a lot of it given how many spurts that thick cock was giving inside of him. The tip of his cock was still dripping his cum as he rode the afterglow with the polar bear cumming inside him. What felt like hours but was only seconds sped by as the Polar bear emptied his sack and filled Simon's "stocking".

"Definitely on my nice list now." The bear grunted out and then slowly lowered the wolf down onto the bed. He gently stroked the wolf's back as he eased his softening shaft out of the once tight ring. Simon moaned as he was left empty, his hole stretched open and Santa's seed slowly leaking out from him.

"Now, sleep tight little wolf. And next year hopefully I'll meet you and your handsome boyfriend" Santa said. Simon stayed laying still for a moment, expecting to hear a door open, or maybe a window. But when he glanced back the bear was gone, no evidence he had ever been there other than the cum deep inside him. Then, without pulling the covers over himself, Simon slipped off to sleep.

***

"Wake up cute stuff." A deep familiar voice roused Simon from his slumber. Slowly he opened his eyes to see his boyfriend's handsome muzzle and cheerful eyes looking at him in admiration. Then the wolf remembered he was naked and filled with a load from Santa's sack. A second later he realised he wasn't spread over the bed naked, but was curled up under the covers.

"Morning sexy," The wolf replied, leaning over and giving the large Polar bear a soft kiss. David wasn't satisfied with just a soft kiss though and pressed back against Simon, kissing deeply and passionately.

"Merry Christmas," David finally said after the long kiss finished.

"Mmm.. Merry Christmas to you too, stud." The wolf replied and then paused before asking. "Hey, you uh... Didn't come home dressed as Santa did you?"

"Yeah, they let me keep the costume for next year. I was thinking though, I could put it on and live out that fantasy if yours? Where you stuff Santa's sack?" A blush bloomed under the bear's fur and Simon felt part of his body start to swell against him. "In fact if you're up for it we can do that before we unwrap the..."

Simon interrupted, "So you didn't come into the bedroom dressed just in a red leather harness and pretend to be Santa last night?"

"No, I went out for a drink with the guys from the centre. When I got home you were fast asleep and I didn't want to wake you. Did you... have a sex dream about me as Santa?" David's grin grew even wider and he pulled the wolf against him even tighter. "Details, details!"

Blushing just a little, Simon told his boyfriend the details of the night before. Any time he tried to skip past something David just shook his head and told him not to leave anything out. By the end of it the bear was rock hard, as was the wolf. Telling it to his boyfriend it was obvious it must have been a dream.

"Going to have to look for this harness of yours online so we can act this out." David said with a grin and a smooch. "But, right now we have to get up and showered, we have brunch with Karlos and his bunch, then a late lunch with my family. Oh and presents, can't forget to open the presents."

The big bear launched himself out of bed with a speed and enthusiasm that left Simon with a huge grin on his face. He loved how enthusiastic the big man got about Christmas and all the trappings that went with it. He yawned and stretched before climbing out of bed. The idea of the hot situation with Santa last night just being a dream still floating around his head. He'd had sex dreams before of course but they hadn't been like that. It had been so vivid, so raw, so real. As he stood up he winced a little, his neck felt a little bruised. Then on the bedside table next to his phone he noticed a small wrapped box and a card.

The white envelope popped open easily and inside was an ordinary Christmas card, the picture of a Christmas tree out the front of a wooden cabin on a snowy night. Yet, it looked more than an illustration, like a picture of a real place. He flicked it open and inside was a short message in beautiful calligraphy.

"Simon,

While I did leave the present from my sack in your stocking I believe you earned an extra treat as well. Do be a good boy and share it with your boyfriend.

Merry Christmas,

Santa"

Simon read the card a few times over before putting it down and picking up the box. He tore open the wrapping to reveal a bottle that fit his palm perfectly. The label read "Elf Lube. Fitting the largest things in the smallest places." The scent of gingerbread and candy canes filled the air for a moment and then was gone.

"What have you got there, handsome?" David voice came from the door way.

"You're never going to believe this..." Simon replied with a grin on his face. "But you should tell Karlos we are going to be late."