Pizza Party: I'll Be Home for Christmas
#9 of The Pizza Party
Pizza Party: I'll Be Home for Christmas
By Duffin Caprous
Disclaimer:
The following story contains the following acts:
M/M
Anal
Oral
This story is of an adult nature and therefore, if you are under 18, you need to not read this. However, if you do choose to not heed my warning, don't let your parents sue me!
AUTHOR NOTE: This is a stand-alone chapter to Pizza Party and I once again ruin someone's childhood somewhere. I was inspired by the Christmas Time Contest and it just sort of flowed out in one draft. I know it's cheesy as all hell, but I kind of like it. Hope you all enjoy.
"Hey, Benny! You got a customer!" Samantha called from the telephone.
Benjamin Keesy quickly went over to the phone and took it from Sam, "Thanks..." he replied softly. The skunk wasn't exactly happy. It was Christmas Eve and he was stuck working at Pizza Party. Who would have thought it would be one of the busiest days of the year? He figured it was due to a lot of lonely people who had no family. He didn't have family nearby, and he didn't exactly care for Christmas, either. He had no boyfriend. His family was all the way in Wisconsin. His father worked a dead-end job as a supervisor in a factory that left them barely above water all month. He could pay to fly them to visit, but they couldn't afford not to work. He still didn't want to be working Christmas Eve.
The skunk gave a little shrug and put the earpiece to his ear, "Merry Christmas and thanks for calling Pizza Party. How can I serve you?"
The voice came through and had a peculiar tone to it. It was deep, too. "Oh, hello there! I was hoping I might partake in one of those...Double P Specials of yours?"
The skunk's ears perked at the special codeword used by Pizza Party's more "specialized" clients. He nodded to himself, "Of course, Sir. Would you like anything...special on it?"
The voice on the other end of the phone replied, "Oh, yes, um...I would like a little bit of sausage...a bit of extra cheese...oh, make that extra blue cheese...I think that's all."
The skunk nodded and grumbled a little to himself. So, he wanted a male skunk with some extra weight. Great. Benny always hated that blue cheese was code for 'skunk'. You know, because of the smell? If that wasn't speciesist, he didn't know what was.
"Certainly, sir. It'll be ready in thirty minutes and someone will be right over," he replied in a professional manner.
"Oh, um...there will be special instructions on the door...I'd appreciate it if the delivery person would follow them," the voice replied, sounding slightly unsure for the first time.
It wasn't the first time Benny'd been given 'special' instructions' by a client, so he simply replied, telling the client they would be happy to abide by them. Benny hung up and put in the pizza order before going into the lounge to change. He hadn't been scheduled to deliver, but the customer always got what they wanted. Stripping down, the skunk checked himself in the full-length mirror. He reached down to poke at his belly. He certainly wasn't fat, but he certainly wasn't skinny. He also didn't have any rolls to speak of. Many might say he had the perfect pudginess so as to be soft and cuddly, but not so much as to be undesirable. Even still, Benny hated it.
The skunk quickly pulled his khaki pants on, then tucked in the red polo shirt with a stylized Pizza Party logo on the breast. Benjamin came back out after fixing himself up a little. Once the pizza was ready, he took the box, put it in a portable warming bag, and headed out.
It took a good fifteen minutes to get to the client's house. Unlike most other pizza places, Pizza Party catered to the whole city of San Francisco because often, the customer was more interested in the driver than the pizza; and the drivers don't get cold quite so quickly. Benny's eyes widened a bit as he pulled up on the house. It was of a larger than modest size, as most of them were, but it was covered in flashing and twinkling Christmas lights. On the roof was a sleigh and eight tiny reindeer. Clear stakes each with a light attached were stuck in the lawn, creating a twinkling effect on the grass.
The skunk pulled into the driveway and looked around a bit. None of the other homes had really any Christmas decorations out. Shrugging, the skunk left the car with the pizza and went up to knock on the door before remembering the note. It was clearly taped to the door and read, 'Please come in. Have a drink. Relax and enjoy yourself in my home. I will be home in a few hours. I know this is a strange request, but I like having someone home when I arrive from a trip.'
Benny raised an eyebrow and pulled the note from the door. If the guy was on a trip, how did he get the note on the door? He expected Benny to sit in his house for a few hours before he got home? The skunk scoffed, but then realized he was basically given carte blanche in his house. Best of all, he wouldn't need to worry about going back to work, so the skunk opened the unlocked door. The guy must trust his neighbors. Benny went inside and gasped softly.
The house was the embodiment of Christmas. There were lights around every doorway and on the mantle above the fireplace, where a fire roared.. A large Christmas tree with some present strewn underneath stood near the window shining out. A punchbowl filled with eggnog had been set out in the living room where a large-screened TV sat. A large leather couch was there in a U-shape facing the television.
The skunk made a slight face, looking at the eggnog. So, the guy had left it out for his whole trip? That wouldn't be. Benny had been with a few really creepy clients before, but none who would deliberately hurt him by serving him left-out eggnog. The skunk leaned down, giving a curious sniff and it smelled alright. He shrugged and poured some into a small glass to sip as he looked around. The skunk felt oddly warm and cheerful in that house. It was festive and reminded him of Christmas with his family back in Wisconsin, where the winters were frigid and you could count on a Winter Wonderland every year.
The skunk took a seat on the couch and groaned at how comfortable it was. He was instantly relaxed and sipped the eggnog while turning on the TV. Oh, look...A Christmas Story. That movie will be played on Christmas until the end of time. Benny shrugged and relaxed some more. He hadn't realized how exhausted he was until he found himself drifting off the sleep in the client's home. He was soon fast asleep.
The skunk arose suddenly, hearing a clatter from the other room. He quickly turned around on the couch, peeking over the top of it, "Uh...sir? Is that you? I'm from Pizza Party," he said, hearing movement. He also noticed the fire no longer burned in the fireplace. The skunk cleared his throat a little bit and left the couch to slowly walk toward toward the Christmas tree. He stood there in the doorway, frozen to the spot. Paw quickly went up to rub his eyes. A large bear wearing a bright red coat, pants, and boots was standing taking wrapped gifts from an equally red sack.
Before he could stop his mouth, the single word slipped out, "S-santa?"
The bear turned around quickly, revealing himself to be the embodiment of Santa Clause from the bowl full of jelly to the white beard. Benny's eyes widened even more and he felt like he was eight years old again.
"Oh, ho...Benny, you aren't supposed to be waiting up for Santa," the bear said in a jolly voice.
The skunk pointed toward the pizza lying forgotten on the table beside the front door, "I...uh...I don't live here, I..." he stuttered, still wrapped his mind around how this bear knew his name
The bear smiled softly and walked over toward Benny, "I know, dear boy. I know," he said and pulled the skunk up against him, hugging him.
Benny was shocked at this, but quickly recovered. He began to realize this was probably his client. It would make sense. The house was the only one decorated on the street and he probably got a kick out of dressing up like Santa or something. Plus, his name was on the tag pinned to his shirt, so that explained how he knew the skunk's name,
The bear's arms held onto Benny and oddly the skunk felt very safe against that red chest. He heard the bear ask him what he wanted for Christmas. Benny blushed a touch. This was getting a little weird, even for him. He decided to get things started.
The skunk lightly pressed his paws to the bear's chest, "What about you, Santa? Don't you ever...want anything for Christmas?" he asked with a soft smile, looking up at the bear.
"Oh, whatever do you mean?" he asked, looking a little incredulous.
Benny smiled softly, "Well...I'm sure there's something you might want me to give to you..." he replied, letting his fingers brush over the front of those red pants.
Santa bear gasped and quickly pulled away, stumbling back onto a chair situated in the living room, "Benny...I don't think Mrs.--"
Benny smiled and quickly went to his knees, muzzle nuzzling against the old bear's package through the red velvet pants, "Mmm...don't worry, Santa. I won't tell her," he replied. Benny felt so stupid saying such a cheesy line, but he figured that's what the client was after.
Santa gasped and shiver as he felt Benny nuzzling against his crotch. The zipper was drawn down and Benny quickly reached in to pull the bear's prick out into the open air. He mmmed softly. Despite the odd situation, "Santa" had a very nice cock. Not very long, but it was nicely thick. Benny leaned down and looked up at the bear as he slowly drew his tongue from the base to the tip.
"U-uhn...Ben...benny, this isn't..." Santa started to say and just moaned out as the skunk's lips slid around his head and pushed down. The bear leaned his head back as the warmth of that mouth slid down his bearhood. The lights from the tree twinkling on the two of them gave the whole situation a surreal feel. Benny let out a soft moan as the tasted the strong masculine musk of the bear.
He wasn't generally into much older males, but something about this bear was really attractive. Benny's tongue slide along the underside as he took the five inches of bearcock into his muzzle easily. Benny slowly drew himself back and bobbed back down, causing the bear to moan out and not try to stop the skunk anymore.
Benny felt a large paw rest on his head, urging him on. Santa spoke, making the skunk almost break his character and laugh out, "Mrs. Claus never does this for me...uhn..."
He kept it together, though. When clients are in the moment, they love to say stupid things, so he just kept sucking the bear's dick. Bobbing a bit faster at the urging of his large paw. Benny mmmed and groaned as the precum drooled into his muzzle, his paw coming up to cup the large bear nuts between Santa's legs. Eventually, Benny pulled off with a pop and grinning, deciding on a cheesy line of his own.
"Mmm...are you sure there isn't something else in your...sack for me, Santa?" he asked, looking up at the bear. The bear actually blushed. The client was certainly a great actor and played his part well.
"Oh, Benny, I...I don't know..." he said in a hesitant voice as his thick red bearcock throbbed between his legs.
Benny grinned a little bit and reached down to tug off his polo shirt, tossing it aside. He stood up, watching the bear as he unzipped and unbuttoned his khakis, revealing his naked body, "Are you sure, Santa?" he asked in a soft, seductive voice as he turned around, revealing that tight bubble butt of his.
Santa moaned softly an swallowed, "Mrs...Mrs. Claus would never forgive me..." he said, Benny almost laughing out again. He decided he wouldn't be able to take much more of this before he burst out, so he decided to move things along.
The skunk turned back and climbed onto the bear's lap, knees spread to either side of Santa's waist, "Please, Santa...please fuck me," he said as he sat his pudgy butt down, feeling that slick tip nudging between his cheeks. He pushed himself down and cried out as that thick cock stretched him and slid inside.
The bear moaned out, seemingly in surprise and pressed his paws to the skunk's waist. Benny's paws pressed to Santa's chest as he pushed himself up and slide back down on that cock, moaning out again. Benny's skunkhood throbbed against the red jacket the bear wore and drooled precum onto it. He hoped the client wouldn't mind. Santa moaned and began to thrust his hips up at the chubby skunk while Benny rode him.
"Oh, Ben...Benny..." Santa moaned out. Without even thinking, Benny leaned down, kissing the bear passionately while they mated on the chair. Benny hadn't even realized the fire had been restarted until that point. His hips slide up and down, feeling that prick moving inside of him. The skunk whimpered out. The bear knew what he was doing, that's for sure. The thick shaft sawed against his prostate, sending sharp tingles of pleasure through him.
"Benny...Benny, I'm...I'm going to--" Santa moaned as he broke the kiss, panting heavily. Their bodies writhed on the chair as the skunk's tight muscles milked at Santa's cock.
"In...in me, Santa...please..." Benny moaned out, actually meaning it when he called the bear 'Santa'. This made him blush as he realized how into the roleplay he was getting. He didn't even realize how close he was and suddenly cried out as his orgasm hit him, shooting streams of cum across Santa's jacket. Skunk moaned out and panted heavily. No one had ever made him cum just from being fucked before.
That encouragement was apparently enough and Santa bellowed out. Strong arms wrapped around Benny's body as the bear thrust firmly up into him over and over until he suddenly growled. Benny could almost feel the thick bearcock throbbing in him as his tailhole was pumped with bearcum. Both moaned out and panted heavily as they came down from their climaxes and Benny kissed Santa sweetly, looking at him. Apparently the few hours sleep he'd gotten hadn't been enough and the exhausted skunk found himself falling asleep in the safe arms of Santa Claus.
Benny awoke with a sudden jolt on the couch and quickly looked around. He looked down, still wearing hi uniform. The skunk couldn't stop himself from laughing.
"Oh man...well, I supposed that's the only sort of dream you can have in a house like this..." he said to himself and blinked as he noticed a Christmas card sitting on the coffee table that wasn't there before.
It read: 'Benny, you are a wonderful person. Thank you for showing me a wonderful experience. I am going to give you that which you truly wish for."
The skunk raised an eyebrow and quickly turned the card around. What could that mean? Suddenly, the skunk's phone rang and he quickly picked it up, noticing the call was from his mother, "Hey, mom."
The voice of his mother came through the phone, "Benny! Honey, I have wonderful news. Your father was just offered a position overseeing the factory in San Jose!" she exclaimed.
Benny's jaw dropped and he looked to the card again, "W...what?"
"He applied last month. He was worried he wasn't qualified enough, but I told him to apply anyway. They just called today to tell him the good news! Isn't that wonderful? We'll be moving there in the spring!"
The skunk couldn't believe it, "Yeah, mom. That's...that's awesome! I'll call you tomorrow, okay? I've got to get back to work," he said. They said their goodbyes, leaving Benny to his thoughts.
"He...that...she said he applied a month ago. That's just a coincidence," he said to himself.
Suddenly the front door opened and a gorgeous, young-looking wolf rushed in, dropping a suitcase onto the ground, "I'm so sorry. My flight was delayed and, I..." he said in the deep voice the skunk recognized from the phone. The wolf stopped in his tracks, "Uh...wow..."
Benny stood up, looking down at himself, realizing the wolf was saying wow to his appearance. The wolf cleared his throat a bit and continued, "Uh...I know this is a little weird, but...I'm sure this pizza's cold. I know it's...unusual, but..I haven't eaten yet, uh...would you like the get something to eat?"
Benny's jaw dropped again, once again left speechless. So, many thoughts shot through his head. This was his client? Then the bear really was...? And the wolf was asking him on a date?
Finally, Benny's thoughts were jolted back to reality, "Uh...yeah...yeah, sure," he replied before whispering softly, "Thank you, Santa."