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**Daddy's Boyfriend (Christmas Special) -All I Want for Christmas Is You

By: Ace Wolf

Based on a True Story**

Warning: This story contains sexual contact with two males. It also shows acts of incest, cub, and gay. If this is not your type of story, please turn around and leave. Also, if you are under the age of 18, please refrain from reading. This is based on true events, so please, if you do not agree with the choices made by a certain character, keep your opinions to yourself. For everyone else, please enjoy.

-Beep-

-Flip-

"Yeah, hello?"

"Ace, hey man, how you been?"

"Awwh, just busy," I said, pushing the phone up as it slowly slid from my face. "What's up? Didn't expect to hear from you again, Jason."

There was a brief pause.

Jason was my ex-boyfriend, a large bear, I recently dumped a few weeks previously. After three weeks of texting, a month of dating, and two weeks on the downslope of our relationship, I decided to just end the relationship altogether. There wasn't much keeping us together, and a lot pushing the both of us in separate directions.

"Yeah... I wasn't expecting to call you... ever, after what you said to me..." Jason said. "It's just this weekend I'm going out of town, the girls are going to be over a friends, my mother is on vacation and won't be back until after the holidays, so I was wondering if you..."

"You were wondering if I would like to come with you and all," I interrupted. "Fuck your brains out, blah blah? You know my rule. Never have the same tail twice, so your answer is no."

A loud booming noise of a laugh was heard from the other end. I retracted the phone from my ear an inch or so, confused -mazed at the sudden reaction.

"You haven't changed, pup!" I gave a light growl at being called a pup. I was an adult wolf, not a pup. "That's not what I want at all."

"Is that so?" I said -teeth clamped tight shut.

"Ya! The reason I called is that I need someone to babysit Brandon."

Hearing the name "Brandon" caused my body to freeze up. My paw closed around the phone, gripping it like an anaconda gripping it's pray. The only words I retrieved were 'babysit' and 'Brandon'. Memories flashed in my head, vivid memories I tried pushing locking away, but never achieving my goal. I couldn't get the bear cub out of my head.

"N-no... I can't..." I whispered.

"Why not?" Jason asked. "He has been asking about you ever since we broke up, and was the one that referred you as a babysitter. I mean, you two got along so well when we were actually together, and quite honestly you are the only one I trust to watch him."

Yeah, I was the perfect candidate for the position. The same guy who slept with the cub, taking his innocence, and probably breaking his little heart. I knew for a fact that this wolf was not the right fur for the job. Who knows what could happen... I shivered at the thought.

"No, I can't babysit the cub tonight, ok? Dorms are closing in like four hours, and I need to finish packing. Plus, I don't know how my m-..."

"Hey Ace!" A soft, sweet voice interrupted my excuse. Again, my body froze up like a popsicle. "Daddy is going on a trip for work, and my gramma is gone... Soooo, can I stay with you for a few days? I promise to be the best cub ever, just like I always am!"

Have you ever been in the position where it's hard to say no? For example; A thug points a gun to your head, saying give me all of your money or I'll shoot you. It would be fairly hard saying no to the thug who has your life in his head, right? Well, that is exactly how Brandon made me feel, throwing his cute, sweet, innocent voice at me, giving me no other option.

"S-sure... little guy. You can come over..."

"Yay! He said yes, Daddy!" Brandon blurted out.

"So you gave in, huh?" Jason said, as he received the phone.

"Nice. Using your son's puppy act on me? That's original. Looks like I'm going to have to cancel my trick tonight." I rolled my eyes, knowing he was not able to see it, but did it anyway. "Bring him over by the dorms, ok? I'll be here for a while, and he can chill in my room until I'm ready to go."

"Cool deal," Jason seemed a bit excited and relieved. "How much do you want for watching him?"

"Nothing, just bring him over and I'll do it for free."

I flipped the phone shut and threw it on a pile of clothes. This was not how I pictured my day -babysitting. The first day of winter break, no less than an hour ago I left my last class, and already I was working again. Don't get me wrong, I did not, not want to watch Brandon, quite the opposite. He was a really good kid, and very mature for a nine year old. The only problem with watching over the cub is that he was important -to me.

"What should I do...?" I began folding clothes, and packing the rest of my clothes, games, and accessories, while I wait for Brandon and his dad to show.

***

"Here's his clothes, toothbrush, list of emergency contact numbers, and along with a list of foods he's allergic to." Jason explained and handed over a piece of paper, along with a small bag.

"Right... I got this, ok? Just go have fun."

Brandon stood at my side, looking up at his father. He looked as if in a hurry, waiting for his father to leave, and I knew exactly why he wanted that. The entire time his dad talked, Brandon just stared and blushed a light, delicate red blush that only I could notice. Probably because I was concentrating on the cub, and the cub only.

Jason leaned down on one knee and placed a paw on his son's shoulder, giving a light smile. "Give daddy a hug and kiss before he goes." Brandon literally flew into his dad, wrapped his tiny arms around his dad's neck, and kissed his old man on the cheek. Jason stood up and thanked me for favor once more before turning around, leaving Brandon and myself, alone, in the dormitory lobby.

Once back in my room I instructed Brandon to sit on my bed while I gathered my belongings. As usual, Brandon obeyed like the good cub that he is, sitting on my bed. His little legs waved back and forth as he watched me prepare for winter break. Where ever I moved, his eyes followed, like an old, freakish painting in a museum.

I felt nervous around the cub. Not because he watched me like a hawk, no, that is something people do on a regular basis. If it's not when I'm performing in the cage, it's throughout everyday life for being gay. When Brandon watched I felt nervous, weak, confused, and to be truthful, a tad bit horny. The room was quiet, so that could be the reason I was so nervous.

"So," I broke the silence. "How are things in school?"

The cubs ears perked up. "School is awesome! All A's again!" He said with glee in his voice.

"Good job, little guy. Keep up the good work."

He chuckled as his feet waved faster. "Yup! What about you? Your grades good?"

I gave a light chuckle, a little astonished at being asked this by a nine year old, even if it was Brandon. I turned around and continued packing, causing my answer to be a bit of a delay. "Yeah, my grades are just fine, pup. You're not the only one who can get all A's you know?"

Brandon giggled, placing a paw over his muzzle.

"I know! You're smart too!"

"Damn right!" I gave a quick wink.

The little cub blushed and looked to the side. "So what do you want for Christmas?"

Finally! The kid acted his age. This had to be the first question he's ever asked me that was age appropriate. Usually we would have actual, meaningful conversations; we even got into a political debate once.

"I'm not wanting anything for Christmas. Maybe a little peace and quiet, but that's about it."

"That's no fun."

"You'll understand when you're older. It's not about the gifts." I briefly explained. "Enough about me, what about you? What's on your list to Santa?" I walked back over to him, grabbing my bags and throwing them over my shoulder.

"I only want one thing this year..." He said, looking down with a blush.

"What's that?"

"I want...you..."

He looked up at me with his big, puppy-like eyes.

I looked down at the little fur before me, frozen for the third time that day, and for the third time he was the one causing me to freeze up. He went from his cute, cub, kid stage, back to the mature, desiring cub I knew -well. This was exactly what I feared would happen. The cute cub was sucking me in, again.

"B-Brandon..." The little cub stood up in the bed, now at eye-level. He grabbed my shirt collar and pulled me closer, our noses mashed together, as a soft, yet lustful grin curled his lips. His gentle, brown eyes met with mine in a gaze, like drifting in a sea of milk chocolate.

"I missed you, Ace..." He said in a whisper. "It's no fun without you, my daddy is always working... sisters are busy with school... friends aren't... well... you..."

I sighed, closing my eyes. "Not again... Brandon..."

A soft paw was placed on my right cheek, and warm, moist breathes hit my muzzle.

"Please? I love you..." Brandon whimpered.

Every muscle in my body, from head to toe, clenched, stiffened, and locked down at the mere words he spoke. He loved me. Hell, many furs did, I was the perfect mate, this was nothing new. I often heard this after every good yiff, but for some reason when the little fur said this to me, I become lost.

"..."

"You love me too... I know it..."

Brandon pulled at my collar, bringing our lips together for a passionate kiss. He balled his paw, mixing my shirt into his fist, as soft murrs escaped the small brown muzzle. The small tongue grazed over my teeth; slowly he raised his head, until his lips were gently pressed against my forehead.

I looked down, my eyes remained closed. I did not know what to do in this situation -usually I would make the wrong decision, and this time would not be a repeat of that. There was only one thing to do; I had to put a stop to this madness, once and for all. I wanted to, with every fiber in my body, I wanted to end this, forever...

I grabbed the little cubs arm, pulled it to his side, sighed, and raised my head before pushing my lips against his once more. He fell back onto my bed, my backs dropped to the ground, and I was over him faster than a speeding bullet, pressing down onto the little bear.

Brandon quickly reacted, wrapping his legs around my waist and murring in content, and satisfaction. His arms lied on either side of him, for that instant. They were immediately forced over his head with one of my paws, holding him in place as we continued our kiss.

His head turned left, mine shifted to the right. He wiggled underneath the force put on him, but to his gratification he was not able to move, trapped between a bed and a wolf. The only movement available for option was a slow grinding of our pelvic regions, and our tongues at war.

Would I really make the same mistake a third time?

Break a rule that has been broke twice?

Take the innocence of a child once more?

Fall in love...

I slowly broke the kiss, wanting to stop -trying to stop, but my lips just moved from the sweet cubs muzzle, down his neck, shoulder, chest, stomach, and stopping at his waist. I placed my nose in his shirt, slowly working my way up his torso with my tongue grazing over soft, brown fur. Once my lips met his again, I slipped his shirt off, tossing it to the side before giving him a quick peck on the lips.

Next, I lowered my head, once more, and this time I removed the little cub's pants, then underwear, using my teeth. Brandon laid motionless in my bed, watching my every action, ever-so closely. His eyes took a full view of me as the widened when I wrapped my tongue around his cute, tiny, three inch member.

The smaller cub gasped, followed by an audible moan. I hooked my arms under the back of his knees, pulling them over my shoulder. I sat on my knees, slouched over, wrapping his tiny member with my warm, long tongue. Soft, sweet moans were given by the smaller cub. He seemed to enjoy his first pseudo-blowjob.

To my surprise, as I continued to twirl my tongue over and around the tiny, red member, my mouth was greeted with the sweet taste of cub pre. This was one of the few blowjobs I had ever given, and the ones I gave were horrible -taste-wise. Brandon's, on the other paw, had a very sweet taste, without the bitterness. It was like sucking a fresh honeysuckle, and even though I could not deep-throat the little guy, I had more fun with his cock in my mouth then any in the past. I loved his size, simply because it amazed me how his cock and balls could fit in my mouth at one time. Yes, his cock and sac rested safely in my mouth, as I fondled them both with my tongue, causing Brandon toes to curl, and small muscle spasms.

"A-Ace...soooo....good...feel like I have to...peeee...."

I let his cock and balls drop out of my mouth, smiled, and raised the little cub's body higher. I mashed my nose to his tail hole, giving it a light sniff. It smelled of eagerness and desire. But most importantly, it smelled like a certain fur. It smelled like me... The fade memory of my last experience with the cub played in my head. I could remember something that shocked me, and one of the reasons I wanted to stop seeing Brandon. Our last encounter, the condom broke. Instead of filling the little condom with my milky white cum, I fed Brandon's tailhole my seed.

"Don't pee yet," I said, chuckling.

"O-ok... I...w-...mmmmhwaaaaaa....."

As he was finishing his sentence, I ran my tongue up the smaller cubs crack, giving the little cubs tail hole a little extra attention. I glanced up at the cub to see his eyes shut, and tongue lolled out the corner of his short muzzle. His toes curled, tighter this time around, and he clenched my sheets.

The little legs remained on my shoulders. I curled an arm around his leg, took the little cub's member, and slowly started to pump and massage the small organ, while my tongue worked its magic. With much care, I let my pink muscle circle Brandon's tight tailhole, tickling and teasing him.

Brandon, of course, enjoyed the treatment he received. His entire body twitched, jumped, and jerked each time his tailed hole was probed by my tongue. He wiggled within my grasp, moaning and panting. His eyes persisted to stay closed, as he continued to make very audible sounds -loud enough that my next door-dorm-mates could probably hear.

I decided to quit teasing him. I gave his tail hole one last lick before pushing the salivated muscle into his rectum. As soon as I did this, it felt as his whole body shut down, clenching and trapping my tongue inside with his pressured anal walls. I chuckled, causing my tongue to rumble inside the little guy, and causing the cub to release a series, or what sound like one, long murr-oan.

Not much longer and the cub would be blowing his load, or a miniature form of a load. Faster and faster, his member was yanked and squeezed; his tail hole was being penetrated by my strongest muscle, and his insides were given the greatest massage. He was close -it was noticeable when his legs crossed behind my neck, locking my head in place.

"I....I...I'm about to...pee!"

Brandon dug his paws into my bed sheets, tightened his leg grip around my neck, arched his back, and shot his cub load of clear cum onto his chest, and into my paw. His body, including his tailhole, tightened. Lucky for me, I retracted my tongue in time to spare myself of having my tongue falling off.

The little cub lied in place, panting. His chest rose and deflated at a fast pace, and with each ascend, his cock throbbed and dripped that clear liquid. I gently removed his legs from my shoulder, then I began cleaning up his mess, starting at his cock. My tongue fell over his member once more, vacuuming up the clear cum. Next, I worked on his stomach and chest, licking up every last drop of cum produced. Just like his pre, his cum was sweet. The same taste, yet sweeter.

I placed my muzzle at his head, calmly speaking into his ear. "Did you like that?"

Brandon continued to pant, wildly. He could barely speak, squeezing out just one word.

"Y-yes..."

"Good," I whispered. "Now it's time for me to have fun."

Brandon's face lit up like a tree on Christmas Eve. He moved his leg, accidently bumping my forgotten bulge. Once he felt my rock hard cock, his little leg rubbed against it again, this time not being an accident. He giggled as my bulge mashed to his leg, and he looked up into my eyes -he returned to his normal breathing.

"Can I taste you, too?"

I removed my body from over Brandon and leaned back on my arms. Brandon licked his chops as he noticed the large bulge abroad.

"Go ahead. You know what to do."

The little cub did not waste any time. He moved between my legs, still naked with cum and saliva matting patches of his fur. He rubbed his right paw up my leg, over my thigh, and finally stopping at my bulge, where he gripped my shaft through the pants I wore.

Next, he used his other paw and unbuttoned my pants, letting my raging hard, pink pre-glistening member pop out. The little cub grabbed his prize before looking up at me, grinning.

"No underwear?" He teased.

I shrugged. "I knew you were coming."

Brandon blushed and gave his attention back to my cock. He leaned down in a slow motion, his paw trembling with excitement and anxiety. He licked my cock, over its slit, taking in the pre dripping from my throbbing member. We both took different actions: Brandon murred in delight; I shivered and lightly gripped the sheets.

I always had a soft spot for Brandon's paws and mouth. The things he could do with those soft, delicate paw pads where really something else. A kid his age should not know how to make you come within seconds from a paw-job. As for his mouth, well that was an entirely different story.

The little cub began. His mouth opened to its full extent and the tip of my pre-dripping cock filled his empty void. Once in his mouth, he began to circle his tongue around my shaft, slightly bobbing his head. He placed a paw at the base of my cock, gripping it tightly in his paw before stroking it -milking my cock for its pre.

It was mention before how this cub could do wonders with his mouth and paws. I had no idea how amazing this would actually feel having both done at the same time. He worked his cotton-touch paws around my shaft, while his tongue tickled the top half of my member.

Minutes. No, seconds. That's how much longer I had until my seed filled Brandon's appetite; from the way he jerked my cock and suckled on my tip like a straw, seemed as if the little cub wanted my warm cum. Each time my cock throbbed, he would suck harder, faster, and paw me off like a Wildman.

"Ohhh...." I grabbed the little cub by his head, pulling him away from his cum bottle. "W-wait, cub... if you keep going I'm going to blow my load in your mouth."

Brandon chuckled, giving a slight blush.

"So? I kinda wanted you too..."

I blushed as well. "I sort of had something else planned for us." Brandon ears perked up, and a wide smile spread. "Turn around on your hands and knees..."

Brandon's face lit up even more now.

"Y-you're g-going... t-to put i-it i-in me a-again?"

My lips curled into a grin and I pressed our noses together. "That's right, Brandon. Unless you'd like to do something else?"

Brandon's head shook wildly! "No way! I want you to... that's what two furs do when they're in love, right?" He said innocently.

I pushed him on his back and mashed our noses together, again. "Right." Brandon's smile faded, and was replaced with a frown. "What's wrong?"

"I wanted you to say you loved me... daddy always talked about you not saying it to him... I just don't want to lose you like daddy did." Brandon whimpered.

I gave a low sigh, feeling a tad-bit guilty, and ashamed to have exposed Brandon to that side of me. It isn't like I don't love the cub. Hell, he is the first male to actually have a strong pull on me. It was the fact that I had never loved another male, or female at that. It's been strictly sex, no strings attached.

"Brandon..." I smiled softly. "I do love...you."

Joy bounced around the little cub's face once more. He gave my muzzle a light lick.

"Now..." I looked to the side and grabbed a bottle from a desk next to my bed. "To prove that I love you, we're going to do it another way... I want you to see my face when I'm in you, and I want to see yours..." I kicked away my pants, leaving only a tanktop and my socks on, and Brandon in only his socks.

-Pop-

"I want to be able to kiss you... gaze into your eyes..." I squeezed the bottle, coating my paw with clear liquid. Next I rubbed the liquid over Brandon's small tail hole, before refilling my paw with the liquid and spreading it over the shaft and tip of my throbbing member.

"I-it's cold..." Brandon whimpered.

"Don't worry," I grabbed his legs, replacing them on my shoulders. "It will heat up soon." I inched my pelvis closer to the cub and pressed my cock to his tail hole. Brandon shivered, grabbed my arm, and implanted his claws into my flesh, preparing for future actions. "After this... I promise... you'll see just how much I love you..."

I moved into the cub, pushing past his anal defense and sliding the first few inches of my raging member inside. He immediately clenched around his intruder, and as he did, his pain was present on his face: his eyes were tightly shut. As I penetrated his tail hole, inch by inch, his claws dug further into my flesh.

I came to a halt once half my member rested inside him. I've never done this position with anyone, so I had to be extra careful, being my first time. I did not want to hurt him. I decided to give him only a third of my cock, and take it slow, instead of ramming into his tiny hole.

"You ready?" I asked in a soft voice.

Brandon nodded. "Y-yea..."

With his legs on my shoulders, and my arms next to his head, gripping the sheets, I started to slide out of the pup, and pushing back into him, in a slow motion. Moans were immediately released through the little muzzle. They were loud -loud enough that the next-door-dorm-mates could probably hear him. I loved hearing moans; they often stimulated many of my orgasms, but I couldn't risk someone catching me with this cub, so I leaned down and connected our muzzles, kissing him ever-so passionately, as I continued to slide my member in and out of his tight tail hole.

I started at a slow pace. From my recent actions, I was on the verge of blowing my load, and that is something I wanted to postpone. I needed this experience to last for the cub -he would remember this for the rest of his life. Having the tall, strong, dominant wolf he loved penetrate, look over, and kiss him.

Our muzzled disconnected, and I pressed my forehead to his, as I looked down. Soft moans replaced the louder sounds. Brandon finally started to get into the feel of having my cock in him again. He slid his paws between mine and the bed, and intertwined his tiny fingers in mine.

"Deeper..." Brandon whimpered, begging for more wolf meat.

As instructed, I gave him more, but not all. At full length my member stood eight inches; he received only six in a half, and now seven, finally ending with the full eight inches. My pelvic region and balls slammed into little Brandon's tail hole, yet still in a slow rocking motion.

Brandon little paw squeezed mine, his toes curled, and his moans increased, again. His breathing became heavier, and with every two breathes, his cock twitched and tail hole clenched. The moans ceased once more as I leaned down to connect our muzzles, turning his moans into one, long, murr.

We continued the kiss, never ceasing our other actions. I steadily thrust my hips forward, giving the little cub every inch of my cock. Little by little I began to decrease in speed. This certain position took a lot out of me, not to mention my climax was nearly at its peak.

Brandon seemed to be at his breaking point as well. All of a sudden, Brandon's tail hole clenched tighter than before, he arched his back, and shot his second load, a much larger load this time, slapping beneath my chin with warm liquids. Once he released, our kiss came to an end, as he laid beneath with his tongue lolled out of his muzzle.

In the process of Brandon having his orgasm, my knot slowly formed, and now it punched the little tail hole with each thrust. I didn't know rather or not to shove it in his rectum, or just cum. Each had its advantages and disadvantages. Filling him with my knot would make it more memorable, and he would be claimed as mine. But on the other paw, if I tied the two of us we would be here for a long time, and I was already late.

It did not take long for me to make my decision. I could feel my orgasm creeping up on me, until finally! I shoved every inch of my cock, including knot, inside Brandon. Brandon yipped, grunted, moaned, and clenched around my knot. His eyes widened, toes curled, and fingers wrapped themselves around my own.

With the final thrust, I released my load in so many burst I could not count them all. I filled the cubs tail hole not only with my member, but with my fountain of cum. Milky-white cum leaked out of his tail hole, squeezing past my knot and dripping down the cubs crack.

I rolled over on my back, letting the cub rest on my chest. We laid there, speechless, for what seemed like hours, but in reality it was only a few minutes. Our breathing was deep, and heavy. With each inhale, the little cub would raise, causing me to give a light chuckle before kissing his forehead.

"How was that, little guy?"

"..."

"Brandon?"

"ZZzzzZZzzzZzzzz"

I shift my body to one side to see Brandon's sleeping face. He laid on my chest, giving off a tiny snore. His paws rested on my chest: the right one flat over my left pec, while his left paw held the fur on my right pec, tightly. He nuzzled into me and gave a soft, content murr...

***

"That tickles," A soft innocent voice said.

"Hold still!"

"I'mmmm trying..."

I was on one knee, with water descending on myself, and Brandon, the small cub in front of me. Just a few minutes ago, Brandon woke up from his nap, and now we were showering together. As mature Brandon may seem, bath-time seemed to turn every kid into playful, little devils.

The dried up cum, matted fur on his chest were cleaned. Now I worked on his tail hole, and not that way, perverts! I needed to make sure his fur was clean, and inside his rectum, so I used my finger to clean him out. It was fairly hard doing so; he squirmed, twitched, and giggled.

"There!" I said, finally finishing.

Brandon spin around, gazing at me with his cute, innocent smile, and big brown eyes. I gave him a light pat on the head, and was in the process of standing up, right before being attacked with a hug; Brandon's arms wrapped tightly around my neck, almost choking me.

"I love you... so much, Ace."

My arms snaked around the cub's waist, eyes closed, and a tear fell strolled down my cheek.

"I love you too, Brandon.."

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Hope you all like it! It has more sex than the previous encounter! Crossing my finger to have more people cum without pawing this time! Thanks for reading! FAV, COMMENT, CUM!!!