White Christmas

Story by Raal Steelfang on SoFurry

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#9 of Todd and, generally, Jason

So, this was originally supposed to be Part 1 of a two part story, but it's become readily apparent to me there's no way I can finish the second half in time for the holidays so.......yeah, sorry about that. Hey, there's always next year, right? Assuming of course the Internet still exists a year from now.

Also, I had no intention of 'White Christmas' coming up so often nor being the title of the story, but, well, I love Bing Crosby, and I won't apologize for that.


Todd shivered, popping the collar of his heavy coat up to better shield him from the powdery snow falling all around him as he walked speedily back to the apartment he and his boyfriend, Jason, shared, the plastic shopping bag he was carrying crinkling as it brushed back and forth against his side. All around him furs practically beamed with joy and frivolity, warm smiles on the faces of parents as they watched their children play in the icy snow or peer in wonder at the complex holiday window displays of the shops, each and every person alive with the cheer of the chubby wolf's favorite time of year, Christmas time!

He stopped momentarily to take in the millions of twinkling light that festooned downtown like a treasure trove of sparkling jewels juxtaposed against the oncoming dark of dusk; Bing Crosby's 'White Christmas' travelled into his pointed ears from the doorway of the shop he was standing beside. The temptation to stay for a while, fully taking in the festive atmosphere --perhaps with a cup of steaming hot cocoa from the vender he could see on the other side of the square-- was strong, but his urge to get home and collapse into the warm, enveloping arms of his polar bear to snuggle was stronger. Besides, he still had some packing to do before their trip the next day.

As it turned out, Jason, his boyfriend, and his friends had a yearly Christmas tradition of flying out to a timeshare they all owned in Hogar de Los Soplos, a warm and beautiful desert-y area, to spend the holiday together, and this would be his first time joining them!

Todd couldn't help but laugh at how nervous he was the first time he met them all. Nervous wasn't really the word, terrified was more like it, but after just a few times meeting them he was completely at ease . They were all so warm, caring, sweet, and seemed genuinely interested in him; come to think of it, there were pretty much the exact opposite of those he'd been calling 'friends.' Furthermore, despite his being the youngest of the group --the only one near his age was still 8 years his senior-- he found he had quite a bit in common with them. Of course, it also helped that every single one of them, including those he'd be spending the holiday with, were smoking hot! Not as hot as his Jason, of course, but close.

He gave a sigh, lamenting his lack of hot cocoa, and restarted his journey home, speedwalking the three remaining blocks to their apartment. A short elevator ride and a few additional steps brought him to their door, fishing his key ring out of his wool coat's pocket and stomping the snow from his boots on the Welcome mat. He entered, chuckling to himself as the same Bing Crosby song he heard in the square emitted from the stereo speakers. And there, sitting on the couch doing some last minute present-wrapping, was Jason.

"Hey J, I'm back," he announced, setting the plastic shopping bag momentarily on the ground to set his coat on the coat hook and yank his boots off, sliding his thick-socked paws in his favorite slippers.

The polar bear stood ot his full, 9ft height, and strolled over to his boyfriend.

"Welcome back," he said in that deep, rumbly voice of his, "hope the weather an' lines weren't too bad."

"Not at all, it's actually pretty nice out there!"

"Good, glad it weren't too much trouble fer ya. Did ya get it?"

"That I did," the chubby wolf said, handing him the bag. "12 feet was the longest I could find, I hope that works."

Jason removed the contents of the bag, a 12ft length of tinsel garland, and popped open the folded tab holding it together in its coiled shape.

"Oh yeah, I think this'll do nicely," he said, a mischievous smirk appearing on his white-furred face. Moving with a speed and grace that constantly surprised the portly wolf, Jason bound his boyfriend's wrists together in front of him, leaving 11ft or so of the garland free for whatever devious plans he had.

"Oh no, no Jason, please," Todd begged, though the smile spreading across his pudgy face was saying something completely different.

Instead of responding the polar bear lead him over to a high-backed wingback chair, gently pushing him into the seat and forcing him to raise his arms up over his head. The garland went over the top of the chair, down its back, and underneath it; he bound the wolf's ankles to the two front wooden legs before tying the whole thing off. He pulled up a stool and took a seat, devouring the adorable, nervous smile on his wolf's face and the way he squirmed about in his seat.

"Mmmm, now this is just about'a perfect gift -- jus' gotta unwrap it!"

He reached out and began, with a teasing and torturous slowness, to unbutton the wolf's old, ratty, thick black-and-white flannel shirt until his soft and flabby torso was fully exposed. Jason licked his lips like he was staring down a steak dinner, cracking his knuckles in preparation for what was to come.

"Cootchie cootchie cootchie," he teases as his wiggling fingers edged ever so slowly towards Todd's helpless armpits, causing the poor wolf's squirming to double.

The bear's blunt claws still had several inches to go, but the chubby lupine was already laughing pitifully in sheer anticipation. He squeezed his eyes, already lubricated with mirthful tears, shut, and waited for the inevitable. Imagine his surprise when, instead of scritches and scrapes in the sensitive hollows of his underarms, he felt Jason's massive paws force themselves between his back and the padding of the chair, gently kneading around the perimeters of his shoulder blades. He opened his eyes just in time to see the polar bear bury his nose into the wolf's fluffy off-white chestfur; he blushed as his boyfriend inhaled deeply, taking in his musky scent.

"Gods I love your scent," he said, resting his head on Todd's sizeable chest.

"Hehe, thanks! I thought you were gonna tickle me."

"Hmmm, now there's an idea!"

Through their many, many tickle sessions together Jason had discovered several spot his boyfriend didin't even know where ticklish, and the main area he'd discovered was just how ticklish Todd's back was. The chubby grey wolf burst out in helpless giggles as claws teased that tender area under the bottom-most point of his scapulas, the feather-light strokes already threatening to drive him up the wall. The verbal teasing and occasional gentle nibbles to his sensitive pink nipples, courtesy of the massive, older mammal, certainly weren't helping.

"That's it, laugh nice an' loud fer yer Daddy, maybe Santa'll jingle yer bells an' lick yer candy cane if'n ya do," Jason teased as his blunt claws travelled around from his back to skitter about in the tender hollows of the wolf's pits, sweat already dripping down.

The poor chubby wolf was unable to respond on account of his frantic laughter, his double chin, chest, and belly jiggling like multiple bowls of jelly as he squirmed pitifully in his bonds. The garland made a surprisingly strong bondage medium, and the tinsel had the added effect of tickling his wrists, fingers, and palms as he struggled. His head flew back, eyes bugging out, as he howled laughter; Jason had taken to lightly raking his claws up and down his ribcage relentlessly, from his underarms all the way to his hips while simultaneously blowing raspberries on his water balloon of a tummy. He chuckled in his deep, bassy voice upon noticing the tent in the crotch of Todd's jeans, a dark, wet spot of precum slowly spreading across the denim.

"Mmm, looks like we're in fer a 'white christmas,' babe," The polar bear said as he unzipped the fly of Todd's jeans with one hand, his other beefy mitt continuing its teasing assault on his ribcage.

The wolf could only laugh, his cheeks blushing the color of Rudolph's nose, as his stout 6 inch cock was fished out from his blue boxerbriefs. Jason slowly, firmly stroked his rock-hard shaft, slickend with sweat and precum, between his thumb, fore and middle fingers, occasionally pausing to run his thumbpad around the engorged tip. Moans mixed with Todd's laughter as his mind went into the familiar tug-of-war he'd grown accustomed to since getting toghether with the older bear; the torturous tickling and the building desperate need for orgasm both battling for his attention. The attention to his cock immediately up as his main concern, however, as the bear's broad tongue began flicking furiously against his leaking tip.

His head rocketed back as he howled out in ecstasy, ropes of cum shooting up and splattering against his chest and belly, matting the fur down further.

"Well well well, hark tha herald angels sing," Jason said chuckling, licking the hot wolf jizz from his fingers.

Todd was to exhausted to do anything but pant and giggle, his sweat and his cum mingling on his chest and smearing on his chin when he lowered his head. He breathed a sigh of semi-relief when he felt Jason loosening the garland binding his ankles, but it promptly froze in his throat as the older polar bear popped the slippers off his feet. He began unconsciously squirming again as the thick, moist socks were slowly peeled off, exposing his excruciatingly tender paws to the warm air.

"Jus' relax, sweet thing," Jason said, holding onto his thick cankles, "you got yer chestNUT, now Daddy wants his!"

Jason slid off his stool and sat on the floor for better access, licking his lips lustfully at the site of the wolf's broad, flat soles and plushy pink pawpads. He lifted Todd's left foot up to his face, planting his black nose right under his stubby toes, and took a deep, lung-filling sniff. There wasn't as much of a scent as usual thanks to the cold weather greatly reducing the amount of sweat the wolf produced, but what little was there was still intoxicating. He sampled the right foot next before gently setting both his stocky legs down so he could slide his worn, form-fitting grey sweatpants down, exposing his stiff, black, 10 inch cock.

He leaned back into a more reclined position, his rod standing straight and proud in the air, and placed the wolf's feet on either side, gently bending his ankles so the soles were facing one another and cradling his shaft. Jason had never rubbed his cock between two warm yeast rolls, but he imagined it would be exactly like thrusting between his wolf's cute, tender pawpads. He gasped as he felt Todd's big toe flick his cocktip.

"You can let go and relax, I'll take care of you, Daddy," the chubby wolf said breathily.

"Ya got it, sweet thing," he replied, releasing his grip on Todd's girthy cankles. The wolf immediately picked up the slack, engaging his beefy quad muscles to keep the footjob going.

Since starting a relationship with the massive, older polar bear, Todd had discovered many things he'd never known about himself. One of those many things he'd discovered was just how good he was at giving footjobs. As Jason's moans slowly grew louder and more impassioned he switched up his tactics, abandoning his up-and-down style to instead place his left sole down flat on top of the bear's black cock, sandwiching it between paw and belly and grinding against it. His occupied his right foot by teasing and squeezing the head of his cock with his stubby, short toes.

It wasn't long before the wolf's talented tootsies proved too much for Jason's constitution; his back arched and he let out a mighty roar as he came, his jizz coating both Todd's soles and oozed between his toes. The polar bear smiled, panting, eyes closed as he bathed in the afterglow of orgasm. He reached down and gently squeezed his younger boyfriend's ankles. He'd have to remember to give his legs a good rubbing later, he was sure his calves and thighs must've been burning from what they'd been doing.

Jason sat back up and brought the wolf's cummy paws up to his face, giving him a smirk before using liberal amounts of tongue and lips to slurp his own seed from them. Todd dissolved into helpless giggles, the bear's mouth on his tender soles and toes proving to be quite intense for him in his weakened, post-climax state. As much fun as the older mammal was having by 'accidentally' lick tickling his mate, they still had things to do that night before leaving, so with a near-audible sigh he released his meaty footpaws and slipped his soft slippers back on.

With a bassy grunt he slowly heaved himself up into a standing position and untied the festive garland from around Todd's wrists. He picked up the soft-bodied wolf in his massive, powerful arms, that famous bear strength on full display, and carried him over to the couch. He laid the lupine face down and gingerly rubbed his shoulders and legs, with an emphasis on his bulky thighs.

"Feelin' ok," he asked, leaning over to plant a soggy kiss between the wolf's shoulder blades.

"Mmm Hmm, I'm great," Todd answered groggily. "Did you send me out to buy that garland just to tie me up with it?"

"Maybe, y'ain't upset about it, are ya?"

"Not at all, it was fun."

"Glad ya liked it, sweet thing. Now, how 'bout ya lay here a minute an' regain yer strength while I make some dinner. We can finish up packin' a li'l later."

"Long winter's nap, huh," Todd said sleepily, craning his neck until he was able to plant a kiss on the polar bear's spade-like hand. He stifled a yawn. "I think I'll take you up on that. I love you, Jason."

"Love you too, sweet thing."