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For some furs, the holiday season is the most frustrating time of the year. Christmas shopping can be especially stressful, as well as the increased traffic and organizing of family visits. All of this can add up and take its toll, but I've never found any of that a particular problem. This Christmas season, my frustrations had a more... carnal source.

I suppose I should have known it would be like this when Bucky asked me if I wanted to come down to his hometown to spend Christmas with his family. I thought it was a great idea, and for the most part, I was right. I had been on vacation with his family before, but this offered an opportunity to meet his grandparents and other more distant family members I hadn't had a chance to see yet, as well as explore the place he grew up. The vacation had been an absolute blast so far. We'd taken a day trip to Asheville, North Carolina, I'd been to a holiday party at his family's church, and we had even had dinner with some friends of his he hadn't seen in a while. Unfortunately, there was one small problem.

I hadn't been laid in almost a week.

There, I said it. We're all animals. Wolves have needs, too! It's not like I wasn't used to going for long periods of time without sex. That's just the nature of a long-distance relationship. But being with that hot white wolf, sleeping next to him, kissing him, but not being able to cave to my urges? Pure torture. Sure, he had his reasons; we were sleeping in the guest room in his parents' house since the bed in his bedroom would have been uncomfortably small for the two of us, and the guest room shared a door with his parents' bedroom. With no real alone time in the house, he wasn't going to risk his parents walking in to a scene involving my cock shoved knot-deep under his tail or down his throat, and I couldn't blame him.

But here we were, Christmas morning, and I was staring down the bed at an unmistakable cock-shaped bulge in my underwear while my boyfriend called me from the bathroom to tell me that the shower was ready. I growled under my breath and flopped out of bed. "Coming!" It was going to be another long day.

By the time I made it to the bathroom, which was also attached to our room, my white-furred tease had already gotten in the shower, and I could hear the echoes of his humming some song I didn't know from behind the curtain. I slipped out of my underwear and quietly peered around the shower curtain at the far end, away from the showerhead. I was greeted, as I'd hoped, by an eyeful of wolf-butt, beautifully framed by a muscular back and strong thighs, with his soaked tail swishing behind it while my boyfriend scrubbed himself.

Of course, Buck had heard me open the curtain and glanced over his shoulder after I stared for a few seconds. "So, are you gonna get in, or what? I could use someone to wash my back," he said with a coy smile on his muzzle. He flailed his arms around helplessly. "See? Can't reach." I got in fully as he tossed the bath pouf he was using to me and I snagged the fur shampoo from the side of the tub; most of what he had put on it had been used up when he washed his front. I lathered up and started stroking his back the pouf, with enough force for it to feel like a nice massage in addition to a cleaning.

"Sleep well?" I asked. I really hadn't spoken to him since I said good morning and he had gone off to the bathroom. When he was done with his business he had called me into the shower.

"Sure did," he murred as I worked my way down to his lower back. I loved washing him. Showering with a partner is already one of the most intimate experiences in my opinion, but just hearing the little sounds I could get him to make made it all the better. Of course, in my pent-up state, I was thinking about sex nearly constantly, and it was taking a lot of restraint for me to not try to jump his bones right there.

I crouched down on the hard tile floor and got to work on his legs. I was sure he had done the fronts of his thighs already, but I was already down there, so I ran the pouf and my free left paw through them anyway. Then I worked my way up from the bottom of his calves, firm and muscled from all the running he liked to do, to his hamstrings. Moving a little further up, I got to the fun part, gently massaging each of his buttocks in my paws. I heard Buck let out a low rumble of pleasure, and my cock sprung completely back to life as I molded his rear. Not that it had ever completely gone down. Taking some of the shampoo in my left paw, I reached between his legs with my left paw while still scrubbing his butt with the pouf and gave him a long, pressured stroke from the base of his balls up his crack, only stopping at his tail. I felt him shiver slightly and ran my paw the other direction, stopping when I felt his hole again. He gasped as I applied some pressure with my middle finger - not enough to risk penetrating him even with the shampoo on my paw, but enough to let him know I meant it. God, it felt tight. Tight and hot. My cock throbbed uncontrollably while I teased his entrance, and I felt him move his butt back on my paw.

I moved my paw away, being done with any actual washing, and replaced it between his legs with my cock, which by this point was completely out of its sheath and begging for attention. Of course, I knew I was only teasing myself and whatever attention I gave it now would only lead to blue balls in a few minutes. I gave a few gentle humps, letting the top of my dick massage his opening and taint while his cheeks squeezed me, then wrapped my arms around my groaning wolf who seemed to be enjoying my ministrations, if his own rock-hard appendage was any indication.

My muzzle buried in his neck, I breathed in his scent along with the smell of the shampoo. "Can't wait to actually be able to have my way with you again."

"Rrrf. Gonna have to wait a little longer for that. We have things to do today!" he said as he turned around. He grabbed my dick right at the knot, causing it to throb again and forcing a yelp out of my nuzzle, and said, "Sorry!" If nothing else, his self-restraint was admirable.

The rest of the shower involved us switching positions and me getting my own turn to be washed. I loved it, even though Buck took his new position of power very seriously, and basked in the control he had over my sex drive. I got clean, but nearly every time my cock was ready to go back in its sheath, he'd give it a stroke or squeeze or tug my grey-furred sac down and we'd be right back to square one. I was beginning to think that by the end of the day, I'd need medical attention for an erection lasting longer than two hours, or whatever those Viagra commercials say. The only Viagra I needed, apparently, was the giggling wolf in front of me.

I got out of the shower first while Buck bent over to turn the water off (which was also a nice, if brief, view). I grabbed my towel and started the long process of trying to get my fur completely dry when he opened the curtain the rest of the way and started laughing.

"What's so funny?" I asked, legitimately confused. I ran my paw through my headfur. "Is my hair doing something?"

Buck grinned back at me. "No, hon." He pointed between my legs. "I was just thinkin', you could probably hang a towel on that thing!"

Of course, for the sake of science, I tried. Sure enough, with the right balance and putting the towel far enough down my shaft, I could keep it there as long as I could keep myself turned on (judging by today's events so far, indefinitely). I could even move it up and down! I looked at Bucky with my best sad puppy dog eyes. He just shook his head. "You poor thing."

The clank of silverware could be heard peppering loud, jubilant conversation. All the while, the television droned on in the background on some news station, though no one was paying much attention to it except for a couple sentences here and there.

After our fun in the shower, Bucky and I had spent the day going to the gym, showing me around the city, and lounging around the house until eventually it was time for the main Christmas Eve event: dinner at my wolf's grandparents house! Wolves of all ages, spanning four generations, had shown up, though there were some other species in attendance as well, such as Buck's brother-in-law, a bear who had married into the family. Two huge tables were set up, a similarly buffet was laid out for dinner, and a few presents were even exchanged! Now, however, it was time for dessert. I was stuffing myself with a few tiny pieces of cake that had looked delicious on the tray, but it was nothing compared to Buck's plate, which was filled to the brim. I had completely forgotten about my woes from that morning and was engaging in some friendly conversation with his mother and cousin.

Someone let it slip that I played piano to one of his grandparents, and though I'm rather uncomfortable playing for a room full of people with no warning, I soon had most of those people telling me to step on up to the upright piano that sat against the wall. "What the hell? It's Christmas," I thought, and to some cheers, I made my way to it. I played a couple jazz standards, including Vince Guaraldi's version of The Christmas Song, which seemed to impress everyone even though I hadn't practiced since being in North Carolina for the vacation. Despite knowing I could have played better if I had been able to warm up, the look of pride on my boyfriend's face was heart-warming when I turned around, and I gave his grandmother a quick hug before returning to my seat next to him.

"You sounded wonderful," he said, smiling at me.

"You think so? I'm a little out of practice, and the piano was out of tune.."

"Nonsense," he cut me off. "It was beautiful."

Without warning, my boyfriend's mom, a shorter, similarly white wolf who was sporting spiky, red headfur this week, got our attention.

"Hey, are y'all goin' to the church service tonight?" It was Christmas Eve, after all, and like most self-respecting churchgoers, most of the family was headed to the midnight service. I had been under the impression that Bucky wanted to go so we'd be doing the same, but when I looked to him for an answer, he kind of shrugged her off.

"Maybe. We might just go home, though."

"Alrighty, suit yourselves!" she said before hustling off to some other conversation. I wouldn't have particularly minded going, but I'm glad she didn't seem to care either way.

I thought the rest of the evening might sort of taper off, but Bucky's seven-year-old nieces really wanted to go outside and play, and I wasn't about to let him be the lame uncle, so that's exactly what we did. For seven-year-olds, they were pretty fast, although that might have been a result of the ton of food I had stuffed in my muzzle an hour prior, and them being on a sugar high. The girls decided upon some sort of variation on tag, but for the life of us, we couldn't figure out the rules. I enjoyed running around and occasionally letting one of the girls catch me, though, and I'm sure they were having fun too. Bucky had an extra-long cardboard cylinder he had used to roll a gift in, but he was currently using it as a magic wand and would growl at his nieces occasionally and cast spells to freeze them. I had to admit, he was pretty cute when he played like a pup.

At the end of it all, the girls were pooped, which I think was the goal to start, and embarrassingly enough for all the working out I do, I was pretty pooped too. Shortly after returning to our seats by the Christmas tree inside, the party started to disassemble. People were getting tired, and others were preparing to go to church at eleven. Bucky and I went through the group and gave our goodbye-hugs, and we left in his car after wishing them all a good night at the service.

No sooner had I gotten settled in the passenger seat than Bucky leaned over and gave me a smooch right on the muzzle. "Thanks," he said.

"What for?" I laughed, actually rather confused at the gesture, as appreciative as I was.

"For playing the piano for all of them! You sounded so... GOOD. I know you said you don't really like playing for groups of people when you're put on the spot, but I could tell they all loved it from how quiet it got when you played. And then when people looked at me during your playing, I got to look really smug, like 'yup, that's MAH man!' I... I like doing that."

I was a little taken aback. I had no idea I had made his night like that, and I told him so. "I glad I could make you so proud of me, though," I added.

"Oh, I am." And with that, he took my paw in his and used the other to take us back to his parents' house. My tail was wagging like crazy against the seatback the whole time.

The house was about as quiet as I had ever seen it when we arrived. The feral Schnauzers his family had all barked when we opened the door, but they calmed down shortly after they saw who had just walked in. I wasted no time in making my way to the bathroom and getting ready for bed while Bucky tended to the dogs - some of them did have to go outside to take care of business, of course. By the time I was done brushing my teeth, Bucky was ready to do the same as I had. I gave him what I sincerely hoped was a quick, but very minty smooch on my way out of the bathroom, then stripped off any of my excess clothes that remained until I was just down to my underwear before hopping into bed.

I had closed my eyes and just laid there peacefully while Bucky was finishing up in the bathroom, but when I heard the door open again I looked up to see him walking out, illuminated by the bathroom light which he promptly turned off. I could still make out his form in the mostly dark room, and I heard him slip his jeans off before making his way up the bed in only his boxers.

"RrrrrmmmmmmHey," he smiled up at me after he had stretched and snuggled up to my side. I couldn't help it. Every time he stretched like that I just had to scratch his belly. That got a sigh of content from him, but I was quick to wrap my arm around him and pull him into a closer embrace.

"I love you. And I had a great time with your family tonight," I said sincerely.

"Me, too. You were great with them. And I love you, too." He punctuated this with a kiss.

I stared into his beautiful hazel eyes for a moment after our lips parted before tenderly kissing him back. We were in no rush; we had the house to ourselves for the first time since we'd been there, and while no words were exchanged and I honestly hadn't been thinking about sex until that moment, I had a suspicion in the back of my mind that things were going to get hot and heavy. For now though, I focused on the kiss and the feel of his fur in my paw, which was making its rounds up and down his muscled back. His free paw that wasn't under the pillow was busy working my chest and abs, not unlike I had been doing to him earlier, while our tongues got re-acquainted. I sighed happily into the kiss; I really couldn't imagine being more content than I was in that moment, wrapped up with this gorgeous, sexy wolf.

That is, of course, until his paw started drifting lower with every stroke of my front. Our legs and tails had intertwined, and I moved closer so more of our bodies were touching undercover. My member had started sliding out of its sheath moments after we started really kissing, but now it was nearing full mast and really making my underwear uncomfortable. Our kiss heated up, too. Our tongues engaged in a passionate dance while our muzzles kept re-locking to find the best angles. I'd let my tongue delve deep and run over his teeth before sucking on his own tongue, and then I'd open up and let him explore my muzzle. It was messy, and copious amounts of saliva got on our muzzles, but I didn't care. I loved his scent and the feel of everything that was happening. All the while, his paw moved tantalizingly close to the waistband of my boxer briefs and mine moved to his covered ass to squeeze and grope at a cheek.

We must have been like that for ten or fifteen minutes, and my need was growing unbearable. We weren't in the best position for access to each other's bodies, so Buck made the move to lie on top of me, only briefly parting lips. His paw still hadn't made any progress past teasing me, so I gave him a hint and used my paws on his butt to pull him down as I humped up and ground our groins together with a muffled "Mmmphh." By this point, my cock was so engorged and red hot that it literally hurt a little, but I got a brief reprieve when the wolf atop me started stroking his fingers along the fabric of my tight undergarment.

I couldn't help myself as I whined into the kiss and humped up desperately into Buck's paw as he kept teasing me. I'm not ashamed to admit that in that moment, he had complete control over my body, but one of my paws still found its way down his naked torso while the other held him close during our tongue-mating. I found the outline of his dick, already unsheathed and hard, through his underwear, accompanied by a copious amount of pre. It was easy enough to move my hand under his waistband, and if I had thought I could feel a lot of wetness on the outside, it was nothing compared to the inside of his underwear. The wolf made a lot of pre normally, but this... at least I knew that the lack of sexual contact had taken its toll on him, too. The red flesh of his dick was coated in a layer of precum, and it had spurted into his underwear, too. My paw instantly became covered as I shoved it unceremoniously down his underwear and moved it around, and it provided a makeshift lube as I gave his cock some quick pumps. I heard him let out a high-pitched gasp into the kiss and smirked as he grabbed my bulge firmly. I guess he officially wanted release as badly as I did.

I decided right then that this would all be easier with his underwear off, and moved my pre-soaked paw to start working as his waistband. He broke the kiss momentarily to help me out, lifting a leg up. He forcefully slid the boxers (which by now desperately needed a good washing) off his legs and tossed them somewhere into the darkness, kicking the covers off us in the process. I used the opportunity to cup his white-furred sac with my paw while he went from kissing my lips to my neck, all the while continuing his paw-work on the outline of my unsheathed member. He licked and moaned as I played with the most sensitive parts of his body. Then it was my turn to moan as his licks turned into nibbles and he bit my neck hard. I writhed on the bed and let out a pathetic series of yips and moans as he had his way with me, and as the top, I enjoyed relinquishing control like this to him for a few moments.

It didn't take long for Buck to turn around and nuzzle my constricted wolf-cock through my underwear. Upon doing so, he gave me a beautiful view of his ass, complete with cheeks spread and tail raised enough for me to get a good look at his tailhole. I had to resist the urge to lean forward right then and deliver a long, wet lick from his balls to the base of his tail, and I would have if he didn't already have his muzzle buried in my crotch, intent on what he wanted. Few pleasures on this earth, in my mind, compared to shoving my muzzle or cock deep in the furred butt in front of me, but we'd have plenty of time for that another time. Right now, I was focused on gasping as I felt him yank the waistband of my underwear up and down halfway, pinning my cock to my abdomen.

"Damn, bo. You're leaky tonight," he grinned back at me. His grin did nothing to hide how much I knew he was going to love licking me clean.

"You're one to talknnhHHHNNGH," I barely got out as I felt him turn back to my dick and run a pawpad over its tapered tip, collecting a bit of pre to lick up. "Fuck, I need this bad."

He just chuckled and I lifted my hips up enough for him to get my underwear down my legs and off the bed.

I breathed deeply and watched through half-closed eyes as the sexy wolf in front of me re-positioned himself. As much as I hated seeing that hot rear in front of me disappear from view, I knew what was coming next was going to be well worth it, and this view allowed for me to see everything he wanted to do to me. I felt him grab the base of my cock. It was - literally - rock hard, and felt like I had been wearing a cock ring. Even in this lighting, from where I was, I could make out the veins running up the shaft and see it pulse with my heartbeat. I could also see the hunger on my boyfriend's muzzle and lust in his eyes. He was going to love this just as much as I was.

Slowly, he leaned forward until his muzzle was practically kissing the tip, then wasted no time in opening up and gently sinking down over the head of my throbbing member. I couldn't help but let out a moan, and that moan turned into an "oOOOhhfuck," when he let his tongue play over the tip while his free hand cupped my balls and tugged on them. He hadn't even gotten more than an inch or so into his muzzle and I was already in complete bliss.

Of course, I knew my boyfriend, and at this moment I knew he wanted cock. He wasted no time in hungrily slurping more of mine down his throat, tongue expertly stroking the shaft all along the way as he firmly held the base to keep it lined up. His pace slowed, but he persevered, and he soon had seven inches of wolf cock impaling him. I let out a gasp and moved my paw to play with his headfur as my dick pulsed inside him and let out a spurt of pre. Slowly, he pulled back up tightening his lips around my shaft, all the way to the tip...

"...Aahhhh.."

And drove back down again, using his paw to pump my member into his muzzle.

"...Ohhhhgodyeah.."

It didn't take long for him to work himself up to a rhythm, squeezing the first five or so inches of my shaft with his muzzle while he pumped whatever he couldn't comfortably keep fitting. I could tell from the way his tongue worked tirelessly along the underside of my member that he was loving every second of this just as I was, but even if it wasn't obvious from that, I could just look between his legs and see his own throbbing wolfhood. It was shining in the dim moonlight coming in from the window thanks to all the pre he was dripping. The whole scene was almost enough to make me howl with pleasure, though that might have been the hot, wet suction currently enveloping every inch of me and demanding my complete attention.

My balls churned in his grasp, my member throbbed uncontrollably, and my knot begged for attention. He kept slurping as he squeezed and stroked me with his paw.

"B-Buck.. Babe, I'm not gonna last much longer if you keep that up," I moaned.

His muzzle moved off my dick for a second, connected only by a thin strand of saliva mixed with precum, and I thought he might be slowing down. The mischievous gleam in those hazel eyes told differently, and his tongue and the moistness of his muzzle attacked my member with a renewed fervor.

Well, fine then. If he wanted me to cum down his throat, I was going to give him exactly what he wanted.

My head spun as my wolf's pace picked up and my pleasure rose to new heights. I was so close.. I was sure the pre I was leaking onto his tongue was just giving him a taste, like an appetizer, and he was hungry for the main course.

"Ah.. ah.. AHhh..! ahhh," I moaned as I humped his muzzle, trying to sync up with him as he stroked me and my hand firmly held the back of his head. "Unf.. just a.. little.. closer..."

My eyes snapped wide open and I knew it was coming. I tried to warn him. "BUCK! nnnnGHHFUCK!" was all I could get out before he used the paw on my balls to tightly grasp my cock behind the knot. Combined with the work his tongue was still doing on my tip, the simulated tie was enough to cause me to immediately explode.

I could feel my cock pulse harder than I think I'd ever felt it before, and I let out a series of helpless gasps as my hips stayed in mid-air from when I'd started cumming mid-hump. I could feel the tight muzzle around my dick swallow again and again, only increasing the pressure I felt, intensifying everything. My balls were working in overdrive, and I was cumming so much I could hear him swallowing it. My hand released its pressure on the top of his head, instead starting to skritch between his ears as I began coming down from one of the longest orgasms I could remember, but I wasn't done releasing everything I had. Buck moved off my dick after a while and a final jet got him on the side of his muzzle before he slowly worked his way up to my own face to give me a kiss. I moaned into it and let my tongue explore the mouth that had so skillfully worked me to the pinnacle of bliss only moments before. I could still taste my seed, heavy and musky, in his mouth, and it was almost enough to turn me on again, but I had different plans, flipping him over and kissing a path down his body.

I didn't waste much time getting to my prize. His cock, as I expected, hadn't gone down at all during that whole ordeal, and I licked it from the base to the tip before moving my muzzle between his outstretched legs and licking his white-furred balls. This drew a gentle moan from his lips; he loved having his sac played with. I supposed I could have a little fun before giving him what he really wanted, so I took each nut into my mouth and suckled them while stroking his thighs, basking in the sounds I got him to make. I looked up at him to see his eyes tightly closed in bliss and his tongue hanging out as he panted. He looked so beautiful like that. I let his sac out of my mouth and gave it a final lick before taking in the sight of something else I found beautiful: that thick red meat of his beautifully contrasting his luscious white fur and dripping pre on it like a leaky hose.

I guessed I had teased him enough. I knew how pent up we both were and it was only fair to give him his due. I had no problem with that if it meant I got to suck every last drop of wolfcum out of him. I wasted no time in starting a gentle stroking with my left hand while my muzzle descended on his veiny shaft. I hungrily lapped at it as I descended, cleaning it of all the pre even though I knew he'd just spurt more into my mouth.

I kept up the stroking with both my muzzle and paw and added some pressure with my lips and tongue here and there to intensify things for him. Occasionally, I'd stop with my muzzle and stroke him fast for a few seconds, watching how his expression changed and enjoying the feel of his wolfhood under my paw, before going back down on him, drunk on his taste and scent as my paw moved to his sac and rolled his balls around.

It didn't take much of this routine before I felt him tense up, right down to his tail. He didn't make a move to hump my muzzle like I did his, but I could tell this was a sign that he was getting close. I lightly brushed my paw over his knot as it formed and he let out gasp after gasp as I kept making my sloppy descent.

"Christian.. I-..I'm close." Music to my ears. I worked stronger pumping him with a new level of energy, only wanting to feel that red hot meat pulse in my muzzle and unload everything it had.

"Ooohfuck. _Reeeealllllly_close!" I barely heard him with my mind clouded by the scent and taste of him. Luckily I moved my muzzle back to his tip while I grabbed his knot hard just in time to catch the first wave.

He let out a loud, high-pitched gasp and I felt his whole body shake as his member throbbed and hot, sticky cum splashed the back of my throat with the force of a garden hose. I knew it'd be a lot from the amount of pre he had been leaking, but nothing could have prepared me for the force of his orgasm. God, did it taste good, and I swallowed the first three or four jets before taking the fifth in my mouth and holding it there, savoring the taste. I slowly and carefully removed my muzzle from his member so I wouldn't dribble any on him, and crawled up the bed to Bucky's blushing, panting, smiling face to plant a warm kiss.

The kiss was loving, but also warm in part due to the cum I still had in my mouth. I wanted him to know how good he tasted. When we broke, he just looked at me and smiled as I said, "Yeah, I think we really needed that."

I then promptly collapsed on the bed next to him, stretching out and using my feet to partially pull up the covers over our naked bodies. Bucky wasted no time in snuggling up close to me, resting his head on my chest even though the temperature in the room seemed quite high after that romp. "I think so, too," he said before giving me another light smooch. "I love you."

"I love you, too," I said, as I glanced at the clock on the other side of the room. 12:25. "And Merry Christmas! Hope you liked your present!" I grinned.

"You goof. Go pick up our underwear before my parents get back and figure out what we've been doing instead of going to church."