Cole for Christmas
Cole for Christmas
By Kanga Liu
*Before you read the story: This was written for anyone who feels as if they have no one to spend the holidays with (well, whataya know, that includes me!). Being alone for Christmas really is just the worst feeling in the whole world, because everywhere you turn you see people all together giving gifts, buying gifts, hugging each other, holding hands, and spreading this so-called "Christmas cheer." The norm during Christmas is to have a loving family and a bunch of friends and a loved one to share the holiday with in a nice, cozy home with hot chocolate and everyone in these brightly-colored turtle-neck sweaters. That's great and all, but not everyone has that. What does that make us? Abnormal? Absolutely not, because there are so many of us out there! So, for those of you who feel this way, I have an idea: Not everyone in this world has someone to share this upcoming holiday with. So, how about go out there and find that person. Let's all just look for another random, lonely person to spend Christmas with. That way, we just decreased the number of lonely people during the holidays in this world by two... and that's a pretty efficient system. Just some candy-cane for thought, I guess. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the story, and have a Merry Christmas. :)
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"Leave. Me. Alone!" I roared. I spun around to face the six-foot Doberman in his ridiculous Santa Clause costume still chasing after me. Once he got close enough, he stopped to catch his breath.
"You're... a very... rude little rabbit, aren't you?" he huffed in exhaustion. He had literally been chasing after me this whole evening, and it was starting to piss me off.
"Look, you little Santa Clause fraud," I said, as cold as the snow that pelted down upon the city that surrounded us. "I don't have any money to give you!"
"Not even a dime? A penny?" he whined. This guy wasn't ever going to give up.
"Trust me," I said to him as I tightened the scarf around my neck. "I wouldn't even give you a hay-penny if they still existed."
"Really?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "A hay-penny? Like, half of a cent? You're cold."
"Yes, I am," I said, already turning around and walking away from him again. "I'm freezing, as a matter of fact! My balls are so far up my body, I can feel them next to my brain! Now leave me the hell alone and have a great Christmas! Thank you! Buh-bye!"
"What's wrong with you?" he cried after me. I could hear his big-booted feet romping after me in the five inches of snowfall that covered the dirty New York City sidewalks. "Where's your Christmas spirit?"
Okay, that was it. He got on my final nerve. Spinning back around for the hundredth time, I glared at the Santa Clause Doberman with as much anger in my eyes as I could. "Where's my Christmas spirit?" I hissed. As I advanced toward the douche in the beard, he took cautious steps back. I could see the sweat start to pour down his face, and saw that he even held his hands up in front of him like some sort of a shield--which was a little funny, considering the size difference between the two of us; he had a very tall, masculine frame compared to my puny, scrawny, stick-thin one. I didn't even care that I was in the middle of a crowded city and furs were starting to watch me. He needed to know why I hated Christmas so much. Without anything to be embarrassed about, I held nothing back. "Every year is the Goddamn same! I end up getting material things that I never need, I go broke from all of the gifts I buy for ungrateful animals that I don't even care about, and I spend days in line at the mall for them!
"What the hell kind of holiday is this?!? I feel more claustrophobic during this month than being buried in a coffin six feet underground!" I grew aware of the stares and the whispers of the furs around me, but I didn't get off my soap box just yet. I still had more to say. "And to top it off, I'm going to be sitting in my tiny, little house, spending Christmas alone! That's right! Alone!" Several deep breaths later, I felt as if a brick building had been lifted off from my shoulders.
"I can't imagine why you would be," said the dog sarcastically.
"You... you rude little bastard!" I roared, clenching my fists so hard that I practically stopped the blood flow in my hands. "Go to hell, asshole!"
Before I could turn away, however, the Doberman grabbed me by the shoulders. Rolling my eyes, I turned to look back at him. "Look, bunny," the dog sighed. "I know being alone never feels good, but that's no reason to blame Christmas for it. You just have to open up your heart a little and embrace everything good in your life."
"I can't believe this," I said, my big, floppy ears drooping down the sides of my face. "You literally think I'm five years old, don't you? I'm old enough to know that Santa does not exist--"
"I didn't say there was a Santa."
"Which only furthers my point," I continued. "How the hell can you tell me that things are going to get better for me just because of one stupid holiday?" He stood there, unable to combat with that question. I felt a side of my lip curl up, knowing that I had won. "Well, it was nice chatting with you, but I have to go get ready for my party tonight."
He blinked. "Party?" he said. "But, I thought you didn't like to celebrate Christmas!"
"I don't like to celebrate Christmas, dumbass!" I retorted, shoving my hands back into my coat pockets. "It's an anti-Christmas party. It's going to be a gathering of furs who feel that Christmas is a waste of time and that there is no point celebrating it." I hesitated for a minute before saying, "Feel free to come, if you want. I bet it's better than your shitty little job right now."
I noticed the dog's skin flush in anger as I dug into my coat pocket for one of my spare party invitations. I knew that I was probably being unnecessarily rude to this canine, but that's just the way I was during the holidays. If anyone tried to spit all of that Christmas cheer rubbish at me, they better prepare for me to spit right back. Plus, I wasn't intimidated by this fool--regardless of how much bigger he was than me. He looked tough, but I knew there wasn't much he could do to me right now. He was just a pathetic fake Santa Clause who worked for one of the various malls around Times Square, collecting spare change from passersby to reach the minimum of his assigned quota. When I finally found an extra invitation buried beneath the junk I had in my pocket, I quickly pulled it out, shoved the slip of paper into his hand, and flashed him a playful wink before strutting down the busy city sidewalk... leaving him behind in the cold New York snow.
*****
My house stood by itself on a hill, surrounded by a cluster of homes that neighbored each other around the base, which was sort of lonely, but never really bothered me. I never wanted to have neighbors, anyway. Climbing up the steep, snow-covered hill took a while, but once I reached the top, I dashed for the front door. Finally inside of my warm little palace--a very humble palace, but my very own palace nonetheless--I removed my scarf, my jacket, my gloves and tossed them in every direction. I usually put things away neatly, but all I wanted to do right now was check the invite status for my party. I sprinted for my laptop sitting on the desk in the living room, opened it, logged onto my Facebook account, and clicked on the link to my Anti-Christmas Party page.
When the page finally loaded, however, my face turned as blank as the profile in front of my very eyes. The number ' 0' flashed before me, like the headlights of an oncoming train... and I felt as if I was the screaming girl tied to the tracks. I slammed my laptop shut, furious. How the hell is no one going to show up to my party??? How is it that not a single person accepted my invitation???
I wanted to break something, so I grabbed the nearest thing in front of me, hurled it across the room, and watched it smash against the corner of the mantle above my fireplace before landing into several pieces onto the floor. Deciding to survey the damage, I walked over to where I threw... whatever it was... and stopped in my tracks as terror struck me like a tornado. Gazing down, tears filled my eyes as I saw my brand new Blackberry Torch shattered across the carpet. I smacked my forehead with so much force that my brain might have suffered a concussion equivalent to that of someone getting run over by a rollercoaster. I slammed my fists against my living room wall, tears now streaming down my cheeks.
"WHY!" I cried, beating up the wall like a punching bag. "IS!" Pound. "EVERYTHING!" Pound. "GOING!" Pound. "WRONG!" Pound. "TODAY???" Kick. That kick ended up being so strong that my foot went through the plaster, creating a huge hole in the wall. That just sent me to a whole new level of crazy.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "My fucking wall!"
And everyone wondered why I hated Christmas.
*****
It was about an hour before midnight by the time I took down all of the decorations I had set up the day before for my party. You know... the one that everyone decided to bail out on? Yeah, anyway, after filling up three king-sized trash bags, I realized that I may have put more thought into this party than I should have.
All finished cleaning up my home, I sat alone on the carpet in front of my fireplace, soaking in as much heat as the crackling flame was willing to give me. The lights were off in my house, so the bright fire lit up the room with a dank orangey-yellowish color. I wore nothing but a baggy white t-shirt and a pair of skin-tight, lime green boxer-briefs. I just took a shower so my snow-white fur smelled like cherries, and my silky, black bangs fell past my eyes instead of gelled up. Unfortunately, there was no one here right now to tell me how nice I smelled. Or how smooth my hair felt. Or tell me that I looked beautiful, even if it was just a lie to make me feel good.
It was Christmas Eve--about to turn Christmas in a few minutes--and there was no one around me to share this time with. No one even cared that I existed.
I felt my nose grow wet, so I wiped the end of it with the back of my hand. "I don't need anybody!" I cried, but not entirely sure who I was trying to convince. "I... don't need anybody," I tried again, but with much less confidence. Who was I kidding? I felt pathetic. On top of that, I felt...
... Alone. I was truly the Scrooge of the twenty-first century.
Tears dripped from my chin and fell into small puddles on the carpet. Sitting in place, I just let them fall... hoping that my crying would stop if I just let all of the water in my eyes run out. "I... want to enjoy Christmas," I said, choking back hiccups. "But... I... have no one to enjoy it with." Saying this, I cried even harder--the tears now unstoppable, like a broken faucet. Tonight, I may have just realized my deepest, darkest fear. What if... every Christmas was going to be like this? For the rest of my life? I hugged my knees close to my chest as I thought about that. I didn't want to believe that it would be like this forever, but with how things were going so far, I knew that my depressing and lonely future was inevitable: Christmas, New Year's, my birthdays, and even Halloween... I'd be spending every day of the year all by myself. Until the day I lied dead at my own, empty funeral.
I closed my eyes and sighed, long and deep. That was when suddenly, out of nowhere, I heard a knock at the door. Very loud, thunderous knocks.
BOOM BOOM BOOM!
_What in the world?_I turned around, watching the door suspiciously as if the noises were just a figment of my imagination. As someone on the other side of the door continued to pound on it, however, I knew for sure that the sounds were real. Someone was actually visiting me for Christmas!
"Coming!" I yelled, quickly wiping my eyes and nose. Not wanting to lose the visitor, I jumped up from the carpet and ran to the foyer at lightning-speed, nearly hitting myself in the face with the door as I swung it open.
"Um, hey," said a giant dog staring back down at me when I stepped forward to greet him in the doorway. Looking even closer, I realized it was the same Doberman in the Santa Clause costume from earlier.
"Oh," I said, a little confused. "Hey." I was surprised, if nothing else. I actually didn't expect him to show up at all. I only gave him the invitation as a final spit on his dying flame, hoping he would go home that day knowing who had won in our little dispute in the middle of a crowded city. I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorframe. "What do you want?"
"You... invited me to your party, remember?" he said. Judging by the sound of his voice, it almost sounded as if he wasn't exactly sure what he was doing here, either. "Your Anti-Christmas party?"
"Oh, yeah, I recall that I might have done that," I said after pretending to yawn. Seeing the Doberman out-of-costume made him look rather... different. He was actually quite handsome without the fake beard on. He had a perfectly structured face with some very strong features--especially his narrow, sleepy eyes. His sleek black fur was buzzed short enough to probably accentuate every detail of his--obviously--muscular body, and patches of gold traced along the underside of his narrow muzzle all the way down his broad throat and past the collar of his shirt to parts of his body hidden beneath. He even dressed nice; wearing a fitted pea coat with slim, black pants, I gazed at the silhouette of his very defined and muscular build. Who would have thought this doggy could look so good? Apparently, when he wasn't the fat, silly Santa Clause during the daytime, he was a rugged, sophisticated heartthrob at night.
"Is there, like... no one here, yet?" he asked, looking past me into my home. I saw that he held a small, prettily-wrapped gift in his hand.
I shook my head, averting my eyes away from him. "No," I said, almost like a sigh. "... and no one will be here, either." I shuffled my feet, slightly embarrassed for admitting how plans had turned out. "No one accepted my invitations."
"Oh," he said, a little bit of sympathy evident in his voice. "Well, that's no fun." There was an awkward silence. "Can... I still come in?"
"Huh?" I said, surprised that he would still want to come inside--even after I just told him that we were basically the only ones here. "Sure, but I'm... just in my underwear."
The dog smirked at this. "What does that have to do with anything? Are you... shy?"
"What?" I said, outraged that he would think that. Especially after my little episode in the city with him. "No! I'm not shy! I just wasn't sure if you'd be comfortable being in the same room with a gay guy in just his underwear!"
"I don't mind," he said, already walking past me and heading into the living room.
"Then, I don't either," I snapped back, slamming the door behind me and following right behind him.
Walking back into my living room, but now with unexpected company, I sat back down in my previous spot in front of the fireplace and watched the big dog wander around, observing all of the strange things that I owned. I took note that he spent the most time eyeing at my ceramic, bug-eyed baby turtle bowl on the mantel, the black and white poster of a shirtless horse over my desk, the disco ball lamp by the couch, and my fancy, golden-plated makeup box sitting half-opened on my shelf. During his little museum tour of my home, he stopped to look at an exhibit of something lying on the coffee table. "What's this?" he asked, picking up part of a screen to a Blackberry.
"That's... uh... my phone," I said, feeling stupid for just leaving it out in the open. "Or it was my phone." I let the words linger in the air. "I broke it."
"I couldn't tell," he said, laughing. "When did you break it?"
"This morning," I replied casually.
He set the piece of my broken phone back onto the coffee table and turned to look at me, but immediately his eyes jumped to something else past my left shoulder. "There's a hole in your wall," he said, pointing to the damage I had made earlier behind me.
"Oh," I said, looking back without much reaction. "Yeah. I don't know how that got there." I turned back around and gazed up at the Doberman, amused that he was still sticking around--regardless of the dull time we were having. "Why are you here?" I asked him, patting a spot on the carpet beside me to indicate an available seat by the fire.
Taking the hint, he strolled over and slumped down right next to me. Adjusting his butt on the carpet into a more comfortable position, I felt our knees faintly graze against each other. When he leaned back on his hands, the fur on his arm softly brushed along mine, sending chills through my whole body. "What do you mean?" he said in response to my question. "You gave me the invitation--"
"Yeah, I know I did that," I said. "But I didn't really mean it as an actual invitation. Come on, you didn't really think I wanted you to come, did you? I mean, you don't even know my name! And I certainly don't know yours!"
He remained silent for a while, which made me wonder if he really did think I wanted him at my party. That pulled the strings around my heart tightly, constricting the blood circulation. "No," he said bluntly. "I didn't." That loosened the strings again, causing me to sigh in relief. "And the name is Cole, by the way."
"Well, I'm Sean," I said as I pulled my bangs back behind my ear and scooted closer to him. Being so close to him, I felt heat emanate from his body. It felt comforting. Warm. I murred quietly to myself before switching my attention back to the conversation. "So, Cole, what made you wanna come to my party? Back in Times Square, you showed so much disagreement about it."
"Hmmm..." he said as he swayed his feet from side to side in front of him. I watched them, as if the answer to my question would somehow appear down there. "Well, one thing you might not know about me is that I don't have anybody to spend Christmas with, either. I guess... that's the main reason why I am here."
Not sure whether he was joking or not, I scratched behind my ears in disbelief. "Really?" I asked. "You, too?" He nodded, staring right back at me now. "But... you seemed so excited about Christmas back in the city, preaching about Christmas spirit and all that junk. I mean, you wore a damn Santa Clause costume!"
He laughed at that. Tilting his head back and exposing his thick neck, he let out several bellows of deep, ground-shaking laughter. After his laughter gradually quieted down, he wiped the hint of spittle that collected in the corner of his jaw. "That's only a job," he said, his breath returning back to normal. "And plus, just because I don't have anyone to spend the holidays with doesn't mean I have to blame everything on Christmas. Christmas should be a time when you wish for something you really want, and if you've been nice enough this year," He paused for a moment to search deep into my eyes. For what, I couldn't tell, but I would be lying if I told you I wasn't doing the same. Unconsciously holding my breath, I stared back into his smoky, light-gray eyes, searching for any sort of feelings he felt toward me. Did I take away his breath like how he took away mine right now? After a long while, he finished his sentence, "You'll get it."
Gifts, I figured he was talking about. Which reminded me... "By the way," I said, snapping out of my trance-like daze. "What's that present for?" I pointed at the gift I saw him hold earlier, which was now put away in his coat pocket.
He gave it a nonchalant glance before facing me again. "It's... something I picked up for you on my way here." I eyed him suspiciously, anticipating for him to laugh right in my face and tell me he was only joking. He didn't. Instead, his smile grew brighter. "Being such a lonely little bunny tonight, I thought this would be a great gift for you. Maybe even cheer you up."
Taking the gift out from his pocket, he handed it over to me. With hands shaking in excitement, I accepted the present and immediately started to unwrap it. I didn't even care what it was. I was just so... ecstatic that someone had actually thought enough about me to get me something for Christmas. "You... really didn't have to get me anything," I said, digging my claws into the unwrapped box and long ears flattened against the back of my scalp. "I was... kind of a dick to you in the city. If it's not too late, I just wanted you to know that I am sorry." I hesitated before saying the next few words to that apology. "I'm just not in a very joyful mood these past few years."
"Why ?" he asked, resting his chin on my shoulder. The contact sent the fur on the back of my neck to bristle out, but I played it cool by acting as laid-back about it as I could. Deep within me, however, I felt my chest start to grow hot, and sweat poured from my palms by the gallons. I liked the touch of his face near mine, so close that our cheeks brushed gently against each other. And if I had a choice, I would have given up anything for just the two of us to stay this way for the remainder of my sad, depressing life.
My empty life.
Back to reality, though. He asked me a question. "Well, um..." I started poking my claws repeatedly all over the box, puncturing little holes into it. "You should already know by now that I'm..." I wanted to say the word, but for some reason it always got caught in the back of my throat. I wanted to tell furs confidently that I liked males, but sometimes it was hard to tell so much about myself... especially something about me that could change the way someone felt about me forever. But, I felt that if maybe I was comfortable enough to express my sexual orientation to Cole... there would be a possibility that he would be comfortable enough to tell me he was gay, too. I mean, I wasn't entirely sure that he was, but the way he sat so close to me... leaning against me... sharing the fireplace as well as our body heat... there was no doubt about it. He just had to be.
Before I could say the word, though, Cole said it for me, "Gay, right?"
For some reason, those words sent a deluge of tears dribbling down from my eyes. I tried blinking them away, but the pipes were permanently busted this time. I don't know why, but I felt... ashamed by the word. Ashamed for being that word... and I just didn't know why.
Actually, I did know why I felt ashamed. "That's the reason," I sniffed, and felt my whole body shudder from Cole's touch as he wrapped his arms around me. Hugging me with arms strong enough to lift boulders, he held me close to him with as much gentleness as a down-filled pillow. Though I was taken aback by the sudden gesture, I didn't complain. Instead, I buried my face into the fur of his musky chest, letting the tears soak into him like he was a sponge. While tears continued to pour, I still had a story to tell. "That's the reason," I said again. "Why I have no one to spend Christmas with right now. My parents hate me. They kicked me out when I came out to them in college and never wanted to see me again. I lost all of my friends--the furs who told me that they would stick with me, no matter what. All of the furs in my life made that promise to me! They promised they'd love me, no matter what I did. It was all just... a fucking lie! My whole life was filled with people who lied right to my face... and I was dumb enough to actually believe them!" The words were slightly muffled, because my face was pushed up against Cole's rock-solid pecs, but I knew the canine was still listening to me. "And to top it off," I said. "I'm... such an average guy that... no guy would ever give me a second glance if I walked by. I'm just... not lucky enough for love from anyone."
When I was done with my curt little autobiography, I looked up at the Doberman who still held me in his arms. The tears had diminished at this point, but I still felt as if I was still crying.
"You're not average," he said to me, barely above his breath. "Because I gave you a second glance, didn't I?" I remained silent, not exactly sure what to say to that. "Come on, you really didn't think I was chasing you halfway across the city just for some spare change, did you?" I stopped breathing for a second to think about that. He chuckled, amused by the confused expression on my face. "I just somehow knew that... you were what I needed for Christmas. You seemed so... sad. I thought that maybe--just maybe..." He paused for a moment to nuzzle his nose against mine. "That you had no one to spend Christmas with, either."
I nodded, just because I felt that it was the right reaction. I truly did think that this Doberman had been only following me for some charity money. Never would I have realized that he was chasing after me for... well, me. The thought made me grin like an idiot. For a while, we just sat there in silence. He held me in his arms and I cuddled up to his firm body. Just then, I remembered about the box in my hands.
"I haven't opened your gift, yet," I said, finally breaking free from his hold. "Can I?"
He chuckled at my question, before replying, "Go for it. That's what I've been waiting for you to do."
Excited, I flipped open the cover of the box and gasped in utter disbelief. Held in place on top of white Styrofoam was a sparkling, shiny, silver chain attached to a tiny gingerbread cookie charm. It looked expensive.
"It's such a beautiful necklace," I breathed, trying my best to contain my delight. My eyes found his, trying to read his mind. Did he really want to give this to me? Was this all a joke? "I can't take this. You barely even know me!"
"I want you to have it," he said calmly, his smile growing wider. "It suits you." My mind just couldn't believe it. My only fear at this point was waking up to find out this was all just a sad dream. "Well, go ahead. Try it on, Sean."
In a complete daze, I obeyed. After taking the necklace out of the box, I attempted to unhook the chain... to find out after a long time that I couldn't.
"Here," Cole said, gently pulling it away from my hands. "Let me try. Turn around for me."
Doing so, I faced toward the fireplace with my back to Cole. After about a second, I felt the cold chain against the sides of my neck as Cole slowly wrapped the necklace around it. I purred like a cat at the touch of his fingers when they brushed against the back of my neck as he hooked the chain back together.
"There," I heard him say. I turned back around to face him.
"How... does it look?" I asked, shyly looking up at him. The necklace just felt too... pretty for someone like me.
Cole just stared back at me, a side of his lip curled up into a hungry grin. "It doesn't look half as great as you."
I blushed at the flirty comment, but couldn't help the smile radiating from my face. He made me feel... like I was worth something.
"I..." Cole started, but stopped. From the small amount of light emitted from the fireplace, it was very hard to see it, but I could tell that Cole's cheeks had flushed a little pink.
"What?" I asked softly, scooting closer to him.
"I..." he tried again. "I wanna see you with your necklace on." My ears flattened back against my head in confusion. I did have my necklace on. "Just your necklace on."
Now it was my turn to blush. "Oh," I said, looking away in embarrassment. "Well, I'm not really comfortable with my body. I... probably don't look as good as you."
At this, he nibbled on my right ear, and I nearly melted right at his touch. "I'm positive that your body looks beautiful. Please... I wanna see you wearing only my gift."
I nodded before slowly peeling off my white t-shirt. Tossing it aside, I was left in just my lime-green trunks. I noticed the Doberman gaze seductively at me, licking his chops as if ready to enjoy a delicious meal. Arousal started to swell me up, knowing that his delicious meal was going to be me. After a deep breath, I hooked my thumbs beneath the waistband and--inch-by-inch--tugged my underwear all the way down to my ankles. Cole kept his eyes on it the entire time, practically salivating.
Before my senses could return and I felt self-conscious about my body again, I kicked away the bright-green boxer-briefs and kneeled in front of him... not breaking eye-contact for even a second. What felt like eons later, his gaze eventually lowered to the charm hung around my neck... and then even lower to the area between my legs... the hunger in his eyes just too apparent.
"That necklace looks good on you," he said. His gravelly voice sent a shiver down my spine.
"It's not fair that I'm the only one without clothes on," I said. "Let me see you."
The canine smirked before following my command. With eyes that just could not be pried away, I watched the almost Anubis-like dog in front of me peel away his clothes, one-by-one, exposing his defined torso and abs. I paid attention to every detail--from every curve in his arms to every bulk of muscle around his legs... to the noticeably ample bulge within the confines of his skin-tight, blue-and-purple-striped briefs. Without having me to tell him to, he pulled them off and flung them over his shoulder.
The sight of it--him--just left me breathless. He was amazing. Beautiful. Too... good to be true.
If this was just a dream, then so be it. I wanted this to happen whether it was in reality or not. Wasting no more time, I lunged for him. Pinning him to the ground with the little weight that I had, I brushed my lips gently against his before feeling his tongue slip all the way to the back of my throat. It slipped in, then out. In, then out. While I let my tongue wrestle with his, my hands caressed over every crevice of his body. I traced my fingers over every surface of every muscle--his massive chest, his rock-solid abs, and his defined arms. Once I had every touch of his upper body engrained in my memory, I moved my hands down even lower... until they reached the grand prize. Already stiff and jutting out proudly, I used both of my hands to stroke along its length. As my hands steadily stroked the shaft, I felt Cole's breathing get heavier.
Breaking away from our kiss, I let him catch his breath.
"How does that feel?" I asked, eyes locked onto his.
"Feels really good," he replied, his breaths growing shallower. "But I bet it'd feel better if I put it in somewhere else."
I batted my eyelashes at him, confirming that I understood what he wanted. Words no longer necessary, I shifted the position of my body so that we formed a classic 69 arrangement with me on top still. The moment I started my work on his member, I felt his lips wrap around my mine. It took every ounce of energy in my body from cumming right then and there. The sensation... it was just too much. It was something I have never felt before. This would be my very first time having oral sex with someone, and it was with a complete stranger. I secretly smiled to myself, because I wouldn't have wanted this to happen any other way.
The room was starting to get hotter, and I felt my entire member slip into the very depths of the Doberman's muzzle... and even felt the head of it reach the back of his throat. Seemed like he's had some experience. Not wanting to disappoint, I attempted to do the same. Slowly, I inched the entire cock deep into the back of my throat. Apparently, he was much bigger than I was, because I was having a hard time forcing the whole thing down my mouth. Meanwhile, Cole was having no trouble bobbing his up and down in a flowing rhythm... swallowing mine whole every time his head came back up. I wanted him to feel the same sensations I was feeling right now. So, not giving up, I attempted a second time to shove the entire length down my throat. Relaxing my throat muscles, I quickly learned that the second time around wasn't so difficult if I just tried swallowing it as if it was food. Using my tonsil muscles, I was able to finally hilt the whole length of Cole's throbbing member all the way to--what felt like--the entrance of my esophagus.
He's so big, I couldn't help thinking. Not wanting to take it back out so soon, I kept his pole inside of my mouth for a bit longer, and even started using the muscles inside of my throat to massage the shaft. I received a loud moan from that, which probably meant he liked what I was doing. After what was probably a half an hour later, Cole took his mouth off of my sensitive tool and rolled me off of him.
"I wanna try something else," he said, wiping his muzzle with the back of his hand. "Lay on your back. I know you're gonna like this."
My mind in complete bliss, I did as he instructed. When he crawled over to me, I felt his hands spread my legs apart and something rub against the underside of my shaft. The sensation sent electrifying signals throughout every nerve in my body. With a quick glance down at what was going on, I saw Cole's member pressed down on mine. With his hand wrapped around both of them--holding them in place together--he gently thrusted his hips back and forth, rubbing the undersides of our shafts against each other. My mind immediately exploded to a whole new level of pleasure. My brain grew so numb with ecstasy that I couldn't even tell that the high-pitched whines I was hearing were coming from me. I tried shutting my trap, but I couldn't contain the sounds from escaping my mouth.
"I love how you whine like that," I heard Cole whisper over me, continuing to rub our swords against each other at a rhythmic pace. As seconds turned to minutes, and minutes nearly turned into what felt like an hour, I couldn't hold myself back any longer. With a final, dry yip escaping my throat, my hips bucked forward, and my back arched, my cum shot out at full-speed with as much impact as bullets from a shot gun. Puddles of the white, sticky fluid spread across my chest and tummy. I traced the cream across every surface of my body with my fingers as my brain slowly drew to a complete blank. The pleasure was overpowering me and wrapping me up in a warm, comfortable blanket... pulling me into darkness. With the contractions decreasing with every subsequent shot of sperm, my body eventually stopped its spasms and my brain recovered back to consciousness.
Remembering where I was, what was going on, and--most importantly--who I was with, I suddenly heard Cole's moans grow louder. And louder. And louder. And... then he crawled over my body, his knot swelled to the size of a grapefruit at the base of his cock. Taking a seat over my chest, his pulsating pole merely a few inches from my face, he inched it closer and closer toward my mouth. Before I knew what was going on, the tip of his penis was pushed right against my lower lip and--after a few strokes along his shaft with his hand--he let out a climactic, piercing howl... and my half-opened mouth caught the milky stream that spilled out. Some of it shot across my face, but most of it flowed right into my mouth. I wasn't expecting Cole to cum into my mouth, but I figured the taste of it wasn't so bad. Savoring the flavor for a while before swallowing it, I realized Cole's jizz tasted a little salty, but a little sweet at the same time... like hot black tea with a hint of honey. The taste actually suited him perfectly. Regardless of Cole's tough, masculine exterior, he was actually a sweet, gentle puppy on the inside.
He seemed tough because he looked like the type of dog furs wouldn't want to mess with on the outside, but I was lucky enough to get to see the softness of him on the inside... and feel the affection that he was capable of giving. I don't know whether this was love I was feeling or not, but I guess something like this couldn't ever be labeled. No single word in the whole world could accurately describe this feeling... this... comfort. Cole was like a therapy for me, rather than a medication. He was healing all of me... instead of just the symptoms. He came to me at the most perfect time... and I just wish that he will still be around whenever I need him. Even after the sun rises... and Christmas is over. I want him to be the one with me on New Year's, Valentine's Day, Halloween, my birthday, and even things like Earth Day or President's Day. I've been alone for so much of my life that I never even knew what being wanted felt like. Now that I've gotten a good taste, I'm officially addicted. Now that I know what not being alone felt like, I don't ever want to go back to being alone ever again. It's a long shot, I know... but what if...
... Cole wanted the same thing? That would be the only thing I'd ever need.
After the deed was done, the two of us just lied on carpet by the dying fire. Without exactly sleeping, we watched the sun gradually rise through the glass door that led to my backyard. We were still in the fur, without any clothes on. The only thing I had on was the now cum-stained, silver-chained gingerbread man charm around my neck... one of the only two gifts I ended up getting this Christmas. Playing with the charm around my neck between my fingers, I turned over to look at my other Christmas present... cuddling right beside me.
"I must have been really bad this year," I said, smiling at the sleepy-eyed Doberman.
"Why's that?" he asked, the amusement on his face hard to misread.
"Because I ended up getting Cole for Christmas," I answered, laughing at my own dumb joke.
"Hey, now," he said, pulling me closer to plant a spongy kiss on my forehead. "Is that so bad?"
I shook my head. "I should be naughty more often," I said, nipping the side of his muscular neck with my lips.
The Doberman just sighed, a smile growing brighter with every passing second of the sunrise. "I'm looking forward to the upcoming year, already."
END... and Merry Christmas