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Okay, so, bit of a lengthy one-timer, but hey, life is an adventure. Remember, if you're under 18 then you probably shouldn't be reading this, and please note that it does contain elements of pedophilia... ish.

A story I originally wrote for Nifty.org and then turned yiffy-y. Hopefully I edited it enough, but don't be afraid to call me out on it.

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This is a story of my unforgettable experience with a bear of a mall Santa. I never learned his name, and he never learned my name, but I'm quite certain that we both changed each other's lives forever on one cold December night.

My name is Carson (although that doesn't serve as much importance) and not too long ago, I created a fantasy in my head that involved good old Saint Nick. Santa Claus. Father Christmas. Being fifteen years old and all, my sexuality was at a peak; the fantasy only made my experiences more fun and exciting.

I wasn't exactly built. I was a tall, skinny, messy-furred Retriever and my thoughts were always full of adventure and imagination. But my visions were vivid, and I strived to try and make them a reality whenever I could.

Even when I was a pup, Santa was always so gloriously attractive. It wasn't until the knowledge of good ol' masturbation reached me that Santa suddenly became sexy; an icon of jolliness and lust at the same time.

Basically, it was three days ‘till Christmas day, and I heard from a friend that his uncles' coworkers' neighbor knew the mall Santa Bear that worked near my house. I hadn't seen him nor even cared to wonder, but, apparently this guy was a no-life. Gets really deep into character every year because it's the only thing that made him happy. He apparently got along with all sorts of types, too; my Spaniel-friend Trevor had a personal visit with him and said the guy only broke out of his Santa persona once he had asked him to.

I honestly didn't know what went through my head when I heard this, but I knew I had to meet this guy that evening. A mall Santa bear? I just had to.

And so, that night near store closing, I went to the mall. All around me the stores were closed, save for a few food marts and one electronics department. I raced through the corridors to find my mark, and after jogging around a few corners, I found what I was looking for.

In the middle of the hallway intersection was a large, festive display. A small (wooden?) cabin stood, decorated in colorful lights and sparkly, plentiful, make-shift snow. Beneath it, a large, cushioned throne stood high, all red and lined in golden accents. I assumed that's were the big guy sat when the children lined up to meet him merrily, but at current he was standing with a skinny vixen in an elf costume. I could only see the big bear's backside.

I crept up behind the cabin a ways so I could barely hear them.

"Good shift, Santa," she said to him. "Fifteen hours straight. But it's only for a couple more days."

The jolly bear spoke in a flawless voice, "Yes, yes. That's quite alright. I'm going to head home now; the store closes in thirty minutes. I'm gonna take a pit stop, though."

The vixen laughed, "Wow! I love hearing things like that from that perfect Santa voice of yours!"

I breathed deep to myself, still absorbing the bear's words. His voice was deep, cheerful and had a hint of masculine authority. It was, literally, the voice one would hear when picturing the ideal Santa Claus. Already, the bear impressed me beyond belief.

"Ah, yes," he chuckled as well. "Everyone gets a kick out of it. Anyways, I'll bid you a good night, Cheryl."

She smiled, "Yes, and good night to you, too."

The bear made a nod and parted, heading down the opposite hall. My heart jumped when he started walking, and so I followed behind not far. The mall was empty save for the two of us, but he did not notice me. As we walked, I scanned his backside and noted his cute ball-topped hat, woolen, black mittens, perfect red Santa coat, crimson, felt pants with his little bear tail sticking out and black boots. He was average height, and very plump. I also took note of his juicy butt that beamed festively through the pants.

Santa (as I simply refer to him as) reached the bathroom quickly, and I stopped before I entered to gather a little courage. I didn't know how the situation was going to go; I knew how I wanted it to go, but sometimes things don't go the way you plan. But, I stayed positive, thinking happy thoughts, and I entered.

The bathroom was clean; neat, tiled floors and smooth, blue walls. One, giant mirror gleamed on the far left wall over the sinks. Through it, I saw my plump target at a urinal. I also saw (and heard) the emptiness of the bathroom. Certainly quite convenient.

I hadn't yet seen the face of this Santa but I knew how I wanted it to look. I convinced myself not to get my hopes up, as it was quite impossible this bear would actually make the costume look the way I envisioned.

After a while he wrestled with himself and finished up; he flushed the urinal and headed for the sinks. I was leaning as lazily as I could against the entrance wall, and as he turned on the tap he noticed me in the mirror's reflection.

I took the moment to study the old bear; his cheeks, even through his facial fur, looked plump and almost rosy. He wore a Santa-esque beard that, even though it contrasted with his dark fur, looked surprisingly good. Even the glasses he wore were incredibly accurate. It was like I was looking directly at the best representation of the being that lived within my head, being the Santa I've always dreamed of meeting.

Controlling myself, I took a deep breath and strode up to him.

"Piss break?" I asked. "Funny. What if the kids were to see you in here?"

He chuckled, "Fortunately, that almost never happens. Not this late." He remained in character, speaking jollily and merrily. I was touched; and throughout everything that happened that incredible night, he never once stopped speaking that way. Not once.

I nodded slightly, agreeing. It wasn't too late, but it was late enough that the mall had deserted and the cold had increased dramatically outside.

I spoke again, "It must be tiring, working until closing."

He turned, placing his gloves back on slowly. He replied, "No, it's not. It makes me very happy to be Santa Claus for everyone, even if it means me working all day."

I walked up to him cautiously, trying my best not to alarm him. "Ah, I suppose that's your reward."

He smiled gleefully, "That, and a generous sum of cash."

I laughed, and he smiled again. I stood there for a moment, and the two of us just looked at each other. Then he said, "So what are you doing here at the mall at this time of night?"

I shrugged lightly, "Ah, you know. I thought I might get lucky and beat some crowds. Came a little too late, it seems."

"And then," he started. "You decided to come for me, did you?"

I didn't disagree, and I found it funny that he asked that. But what he said... Oh, God! Now I was putting his words out of context! Obviously when he said ‘you decided to come for me' he didn't mean it in the way I was thinking! I cursed myself silently.

"Well," I began. "I supposed I was just flabbergasted by the prospect of Santa needing a trip to the washroom. It's easy to forget that you need them, too."

He nodded, "Agreed. What's your name?"

I smirked somewhat lewdly, but answered sternly, "I'm... terribly sorry, but... I'd rather not say. Let's just keep mine in the dark, and I'll keep calling you Santa, alright?"

He sighed in disappointment, but did not argue, "Alright, puppy, have it your way."

I raised an eyebrow, "Puppy?"

"Oh, I'm sorry!" he exclaimed reassuringly. "I didn't mean to offend you... Don't find it perverse or anything, but, I tend to call young children that meet me by their own species names. I hope you don't-"

"No, no," I cut in. "Go ahead! I don't mind at all." Santa smiled sweetly, and placed his hands together.

Puppy? Puppy! My God, the man of my fantasies called me puppy? I wasn't offended; quite the opposite! My mind filled with dirty thoughts instantly. I pictured us, together, in a bed of snow, wrapped in a perfect embrace. I didn't picture any sex or any genitalia but I pictured his bearded face, red with exhaustion, calling out, ‘Puppy! Oh, puppy!' in an orgasmic, vulnerable tone. I couldn't help it, it was a relaxing thought.

I took a deep breath, and he stood in front of me. I focused back on reality, trying desperately not to reveal to him anything that could show me for the pervert I was. But inside my jeans, my pulsing dick betrayed me and twitched in my sheath.

"M'boy, how old are you?" he asked me, his words penetrating my thoughts.

"Fifteen, good bear," I answered. "And yourself?"

He blushed slightly, "Oh, I'm quite a ways older than that."

"Oh, I doubt it," I said modestly. "You look great. Perfect, even." I took this opportunity to walk up close to him.

Now only a couple feet apart, he spoke softer, "Well thank you, puppy. I really should try to be more fit, though."

"More fit?" I exclaimed. "Nonsense! How could you be the more glorious Santa Claus if you got more fit?"

He smiled, "That's definitely true. But please, you don't have to keep complimenting this old bag."

"Oh, but there's a lot to compliment," my brain did not even process that sentence. My member stopped it's surging but I still felt a little voluptuous. A little urge to take the risk ran through me. I knew this was the moment that I would find out... "Your belly is festively round, your outfit incredibly accurate, and your voice is soothing and almost horribly perfect."

As I said these things, I raised my paws and place them on his belly. I felt the soft, red jacket and it tickled my palms, driving me to clutch.

Santa squinted slightly at this, but not necessarily in discomfort. Feeling his chest definitely turned me on, and my fantasy entered again. I itched to feel him more. To see what I've been waiting to see.

If this Santa was the exact Santa I wanted, then I realized that I'd have to reinvasion my fantasies to accommodate the fact that he must have quite the grizzly cock.

Oh God, this realization drove me so utterly excited that I actually shoved Santa slightly. He rattled back a ways, but did not stumble.

"You certainly think so, don't you?" he questioned. "But, you are quite handsome yourself."

"You think?"

"Oh, certainly," he answered. "You're tall, healthy, casually scruffy... Ah, baggy jeans though. It's hard to tell your leg structure."

No... there's no way he had said that. He wanted to see my legs? This was too much.

I deliberately spoke sexy, "Hmm, well, I try not to give my legs away to just anyone."

In the heat of the moment, I very well could've imagined it, but I'm sure as hell that Santa then spoke with a growl, daring me to touch him further, "Oh, yes. I suppose I don't qualify then?"

That was it. I knew I had to go for it; reach down and touch what I have so vividly dreamed of touching. "Well that depends..." my paws worked their way down his shirt. "...on what you want to do..." I kneaded them past the waist of his pants. "...once you've seen my bare legs." Then, with a strong force, I put my right paw in a cup and groped his spectacularly large package.

The slope formed in his pants wasn't all too large, but the man was not quite excited yet. I did, however, fully intend on making him so.

"My boy," he breathed. "What're you...?"

"Oh, dear Santa," I said softly. "Don't fight me. Don't even try to resist yourself."

"Puppy, this is redic-" he started, but I interrupted him.

"Listen," I said. "How about, just for now, we let our worries and feelings melt away. Okay?"

He said nothing.

"I mean," I tried to think of the words to say. "Why don't we have some fun, just for now? You and I, here. Nothing complicated." Everything I said I had come up with on the spot.

His gaze didn't meet mine; he sorta just stared off into space. I imagine he was trying to figure everything out. Trying to make sense of it all.

"What d'you say?" I asked again. "I swear I won't tell." I figured he needed a little encouragement, so I gave him a powerful squeeze on the genitals.

He gasped sharply, and he looked down at me, eyes suddenly twinkling slightly. He couldn't, as it seemed, hold back any longer from reacting to my words. I felt his member pulsate in my grip. Once, twice... in a moment it poked out into my palm.

With his warm, soft gloves on both paws, he grasped my forearms, and took one single, deep breath. I grinned, slightly biting my lower lip, and I seized his dick roughly, and he squinted oddly in mild discomfort.

Finally knowing his answer then, I started forcing him to walk backwards slowly, using his cock as a sort of steering. He staggered backwards and jumped a little in surprise when he hit a cubicle door. I giggled when he did so, and helped him open the door, and then lock it behind us.

The old bear stood there hesitant for a moment, waiting for me to initiate something. "Go on, Santa Claus," I murmured. "Whip it out." I spoke softly, like I was daring him.

He smirked lewdly (I could see it, even through his snowy beard) and quickly undid the tie on his pants that he had done up not even minutes prior. He moved quick and anxiously, and so I gently placed my hands on his belly and moved my hands along his felt coat.

This coaxed him into undressing himself more patiently, and he closed his eyes, seemingly rolling them around in the back of his head. His paws, with his poofy, black mitts, let go of his pants, and he stretched his arms forwards.

When he opened up his gaze again, he looked down and realized his pants had successfully hit the floor and were wrapped around his black boots.

As for me, I was pretty much drooling; my tongue lay dumbly out of my muzzle. I was high on my knees, head just above his slate-gray boxer-briefs. They were tight-fitting, and so they made the shape of his semi-erect cock and balls definitive.

I suddenly found myself a little starved for this beefy piece of Santa before me, and so I darted for the elastic waistband. I raced hastily to get his underwear to the floor so that I could revel in his bearhood.

When they were down, I stood halfway up and pushed him backwards from the shoulder. He looked back and spotted the toilet, and then sat upon it. He made a scratchy pant that excited me; it made him sound older... more delicate.

He spoke, ending the ongoing silence, "Well, well, puppy... I have to say this is quite naughty!"

I loved it! His cock was impossibly close to what I had hoped it would be! Not long, not short... just average, but plump! Nice and plump. It stood proudly, pointing up at a steep angle, but not straight. The girth of the member was biggest as the base, and it slowly diminished up the shaft until it ended at a point. Santa then sat up a ways, making his member point right at my glowing face. Surrounding his bearhood was a forest of fur that was not only longer, curlier and frizzier but they were also a different color; they were almost silvery, something that made me gape somewhat in awe.

"Oh so naughty indeed," I replied. "But don't fret. This is simply my gift for you, Santa."

He smiled sweetly as I bent my back forward, and my wet, awaiting muzzle enveloped his warm, pulsing arousal.

My firm lips at first pranced mid-way along his shaft. He sighed merrily as I sweetly tickled his pleasure-centre. My long tongue danced on the tip of his cockhead, and I felt it twitch violently a few times.

I pulled it out quickly, re-wetting my mouth with my tongue. Then, I looked into his eyes. It drove me wild to see his grizzly face smiling at me. Wild enough that without hesitating (or even breathing), I re-engulfed him in one quick motion.

Again and again, I bobbed slowly up and down and up and down Santa's beautifully engorged dick. He spasmed once, moaning, but I continued nonetheless. I made minimal sounds as I worked him with my mouth, sucking hard enough that I very well could've plucked it right off his body.

Santa bucked slightly, and thus his cock squirmed oddly in the grip of my lips. I began to pick up speed, savoring his tender erection. I'll be honest, there wasn't really a taste; not really, at least. Every so often I would get a grand whiff of deep musk that enticed me to go faster.

I realized that I was starting to go faster, and I wanted to slow down to save it more but I couldn't. Santa breathed deeply as my head jerked again and again over his hips. He began slouching back, his legs stretching outward. The pants around his ankles forced my thighs backwards and I was forced to lean forward a ways to continue my suckling. However, this made me go much slower, but looking and seeing Santa panting made me realize he was close to popping.

I took my left paw and gripped the thick base of his shaft, my lips now toying with the tip of his head. My right paw I moved up and wrapped it in Santa's frizzy, silver pubes. They tangled between my digits as I massaged his elegant groin. I let his cock sink into my mouth again, this time much, much slower.

The old bear seemed to cry out somewhat as I worked him again. He slouched backwards even more, his ass barely sitting on the front edge of the toilet now. I remained where I was, poised in my oral work. He moved his arms up, crossed them, and used his woolen mittens to clutch at his own collarbones, panting deeply in bliss.

I released my left hand off his base and sunk myself onto him. I made a lewd growl through him, tugging on his arousal. He humped aggressively up into my mouth and almost made me gag, but I held him back with my right paw.

His cock began to twitch rhythmically along with my sucking, and his deep, staggered breathing became faster and more awkward. His thighs spasmed as well, bumping my sides, almost begging me to continue at my pace.

Then, when the twitches became more vigorous, Santa suddenly exclaimed dangerously loud, and he sat up. His feet curled around the toilet, and his bare knees bent and met together under my chest. He pulled his chest up and curled over me, his head now over mine. His eyes were squeezed shut and his gloved paws were now on the back of my head. He wasn't guiding me or pushing me or anything... he was simply keeping them on me. From this shift in position, his cock dug deep into my throat, and I stopped my bobbing and simply kept sucking with just my tongue.

From where I was, I was able to feel his penis surge enormously. Santa's breathing became staggered, and it sounded like he was struggling to keep up with himself. I adored it... I loved knowing that what I was giving him was making him feel that overwhelmed with pleasure!

His chest rose and fell erratically as I licked and deep-throated his member strongly. I closed my eyes and worked him like I was eating him, and soon enough I felt his hands push down on my head. My eyes jerked back open, and I felt the twitching cease abruptly.

Santa did not moan. He did not groan, sigh, whine or mutter (no Christmas riddle intended). Hell, he didn't even breathe. He made no noise; he simply snapped rigid, and humped one last time into my throat.

My brain cheered and I felt like heaven when his hard, leather cock convulsed over and over again tenderly in my mouth, intensely spewing out streams of thick, salty cream. At first it was gradual, but as Santa took a deep, choppy breath, another eruption of cum spouted forth from his engorged head. I tried to let it seep down my throat, but Santa began to hump slightly into me, preventing me from cleanly dealing with his silky spunk. Instead, it began to collect under my tongue, and it quickly began to flow out of my mouth and down his palpitating shaft and convulsing balls.

Finally, Santa made a deep, vulnerable sigh. He panted noisily and weakly, parts of his monotonous beard glistening with sweat; his cheeks and forehead were rosy and hot-looking, and his eyes sparkled gratefully.

After a few moments he relaxed and allowed me to depart from his delicateness. After swallowing all that was left within my oral cavity, I quickly and thoroughly wiped the fluids from my face and smiled at him.

"Well, m'boy, I..." He paused to take a large, deep, uneasy breath. "I have to say, that was wonderfully satisfying."

"Well," I started. "I certainly hope not."

Santa took a deep breath again; he stood up staggeringly, and pulled his pants and underwear back up, hiding from me his tenderness.

"Oh..." he panted. "Listen, puppy, it's freezing outside. The last thing I would want is for you to have to walk home or take the bus. I assume you don't drive, correct?"

"Yeah," I responded. "But... are you offering to drive me home?"

"If you'll let me."

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Santa owned a small, red sedan. If it was clean, I wouldn't doubt that its color would match that of Santa's hat, jacket and pants. It made me laugh, thinking that that may be the reason he bought it.

He let me in quickly to avoid the chilling wind, and I was more than happy to hop into his passenger seat. He swiftly stuck his keys into the ignition and started the vehicle up. Once done so, he flicked two switches, and from the tiny diagrams I realized that he had started a seat-heater to warm up our asses.

It was absolute darkness in the sky; the only lights were the mall lights and the occasional street light. Santa and I relaxed for a second before speaking.

He broke the silence, "Do you have folks waiting for you at home?"

I sighed grimly, "No, I don't. You think they'd let me go to the mall this late if they had?"

"Are they out of town?"

"Yeah. My house is empty."

"You have a key, right?"

"Yes, but I don't really want to go home right now."

"Then where, my son, should I take you?"

"I don't know, just... wherever." I looked nervously into his gaze.

He made a breath and spoke softly, "Oh, I get it." My heart skipped a beat when he said this. "You want me to take you up to the North Pole, right?" I knew what he meant; he figured out that I wanted to see his house.

"I..." I hesitated. "I just... I don't know."

"Puppy, what we did in there was simple," He said quietly. "Complicating it is risky, for the both of us. I don't even know your name."

I looked away, "That doesn't matter."

"Listen," he said sternly. "Let me take you home, alright? We don't need to do this."

"Oh no," I started. "We do."

"Oh?"

"Let me prove it," I challenged him.

"Really?"

"Oh yes, really."

"Alright then."

"You wanna go again?" I asked. "Because I'll be honest, Santa. Your prize earlier was scrumptious."

"No, no," he insisted, enticing me to raise an eyebrow. "I want to see you. In action."

His words caught me off guard. "Really?"

"Oh yes." He sat back. "You've got a sweet body. I'm sure you're well equipped. I want to see you share your own prize by your own hand."

I just had to chuckle at those corny words, "Wow, that perfect, jolly voice of yours can sure twist some sentences around." He laughed.

I slouched lazily on the heated chair facing him as he turned towards me. He made himself comfortable, his round belly sticking out plumply. I made a deep sigh to excite him; to make him crave it.

"Well then m'boy," he said softly. "I believe it is now your turn to ‘whip it out'."

I grinned naughtily, undoing the zipper of my sweater. Once opened, I lashed it open, revealing my t-shirt. But, I promptly pulled up the bottom of my shirt to my chin and held it there between my neck and chest, revealing my scruffy, beige fur.

The bear licked his lips mischievously as I began to work the button of my jeans. It was difficult to look at him since my head was down holding up my shirt, but I saw him rubbing his belly. No, not merrily, but friskily.

Once my fly was down, I slid my thumbs underneath the waistband of my underwear and pulled them up. The protruding tent in my pants lowered and my stiff member slapped onto my fur. I bent forward, and in a second, my pants and underwear were halfway down my thighs.

Santa made a few sympathetic oohs and ahhs of admiration and esteem at the sight of my hard, projecting cock. The warm, comforting car seat charmed me into comfort, and I didn't make Santa wait for long. Laying my left paw beside my waist, I reached my right paw out to my length, and grabbed it.

I gave myself one... two good squeezes. On the third I made a powerful grunt that made Santa shift in his seat. But no more... I immediately began stroking my full span before him. I tugged on myself relentlessly... remembering what had occurred in the washroom minutes earlier gave me a sort of head start that I could not disregard.

A minute into it and I felt my legs grow heavy, and I had to close my eyes. My stroking got faster, and I felt my cock twitch minutely. Santa made a pressing exhale sound that penetrated into my visions. For a good second there I tried to ignore him, but, as soon as I thought about him my dick surged in my grip and a wave of pleasure flew through me.

I suddenly began picturing my fantasies, my images now more real; I visualized Santa's rigid, leathery cock with unyielding heat and alluring appeal. I envisioned his gray private hair, and one, glinting stream of precum.

The bliss guided me to it. I felt my knot swell and my body tingle, and as I saw myself encircle his member in my grip, about to embrace it, my body jerked harshly, and I came wetly onto my belly.

When I opened my eyes, I simply looked into Santa's face. His sweat was beading on his hairy cheeks, and he was panting slightly, very much fired up from what he witnessed. He was now abrasively groping his abdomen, trying, as it seemed, desperately to apply his newly acquired arousal into something productive. His pants were now sporting a summit that got my attention.

Meanwhile, though, a few spurts of semen gathered themselves just underneath my still-throbbing cockhead. I breathed deep a few times, but I was very much easily able to contain myself quickly.

I blushed, "Liked what you saw, did ya?" I relaxed serenely.

"Ho," Santa began. "You're a bit of a mess!"

I eyed my tiny puddles and shrugged slightly. "Eh," I said. "A bit." I moved my left paw off the (sorta hot!) seat and with my index finger, rubbed at and collected one of the small puddles of fluid on my body. Then, Santa watched probingly as I lifted the sample to my mouth and licked the substance away.

I laughed faintly at his expression; through his beard I knew he was smirking. I took my gaze off him to watch my paw collect another puddle, but to my surprise my paw was stopped midway by his own.

"Oh, please, puppy," he muttered, undeniably in the most loving, affectionate voice I have ever heard. And in the Santa voice, too! "Allow me."

I wheezed oddly when his warm, wet tongue met with my private, responsive area. He eagerly and hungrily lapped at all the thick, globular cum. His tongue messily scooped it up and off my fur, and some of it got into the bushy, copious white hairs on his upper lip. I chuckled lightly as he did, enjoying the feeling, but the laughter was stopped instantly when I felt a clasp on my diminishing boner.

I looked down to see an ambitious, famished Santa; his gaze challenged me. "That was... something," I told him.

He tugged again, and my hips jumped off the seat into his grip in response. I gasped slightly when I fell back down again, shocked at my primal reaction (I also crushed my tail a bit!). I felt my dick begin to swell once again and exit my sheath, pulsating fiercely. My erection was growing again, in the clutch of Santa's soft, subtle mittens.

I looked into his stare, bewildered. And he said to me slowly, "You sure have a taste to you, puppy. But I can't help but wonder what it tastes like direct from the tap..."

I closed my eyes and instantly fell short of breath when I felt Santa's hot, moist maw surround my cock. I raised my chest up high when Santa managed half my length in his mouth. Already, the sensation of just his lips caressing my shaft blew me away.

I forced my paws on either side of me, gripping sternly any handle or corner I could find. Once complete, I bucked lightly into Santa's jaw, and he took me without hesitation. I was flabbergasted when I looked and saw the bear meet his lips with my sheath, beard tickling my sweating balls.

Straight away, Santa moved his head up and sucked on my head as my cock emerged slowly. He moved both his gloved hands upwards, and placed them on my abs, tickling my belly with the soft felt. I sighed delicately as he gracefully worked my beating dick with his tongue, guiding it lovingly from the base of my pole to the tip, removing eagerly a few trickles of watery precum.

I grunted instinctively as I felt a punch of bliss in my crotch. Santa maneuvered his knees around the base of the seats to get closer, his belly digging at the side of my seat, his head now looming eerily over his meaty treat. My thighs made a few welcomed spasms that made me groan, and I had to wrap my legs lightly around Santa's upper body, my feet resting on the driver's side chair.

Santa then dug me back into his mouth deeply, slurping and suckling away at the puppy-meat before him. I began to rock somewhat, lifting myself half an inch or so above the seat with my locked up hands. With this, I managed to barely hump into Santa's soft mouth along with his slow, gentle rhythm. I tried desperately to hold back a cry, but it still seeped through my bonded lips, making me sound exasperated and almost in pain.

The pleasure was beginning to control my body. As Santa's loving work began to get more intense and hard I felt myself rock and twitch more violently. My cock surged, but he held it steady with his tender tongue, emitting floods of delight through me. My hands clutched firmly at my handles and Santa's mittens pressed on my stomach as I cried loudly. His speed increased dramatically, and I felt myself hit paradise.

When my cock began systematically surging bliss again and again through me I realized I was nearly done.

"S-Santa... oh, God!"

My thrusting increased as well, and I felt his tongue dance on my shaft. The bliss was simply becoming too much to handle (assuming that's possible) and my legs began squeezing Santa in response.

Because of this, the bear leaned forward, and allowed my dick to be buried inside. I lifted myself higher in response to my cock being freed, and it pulsated strongly within. Santa removed his hands from my sweating belly and he wrapped his arms underneath me.

My breathing suddenly became erratic and clumsy, and every breath I took sounded labored and uneasy. The pleasure filled me from head to toe and consumed everything. I could no longer breathe, and all I could feel was Santa's incredible, adoring mouth all over my twitching puppyhood.

Then, the surging pleasure began to drag, weighing me down. I felt a compulsion to stop everything and moan. Moaning was all I could do. Santa took his hands from under me, crossed them, and squeezed me. His embrace forced me to stop all movement, and allowed my member to slip deep into his mouth and slightly into his throat. Santa's tongue seemed to be embracing my swelling knot, too, which coaxed even more pleasure.

And then, as he closed his eyes and teased my shaft one last time with his tongue and fiddled with the base of my knot with his lips, I came vigorously into Santa's muzzle.

I made somewhat of a squeal when I felt my creamy puppy-semen pour lusciously into the expecting fabrics of Santa's mouth. The pleasure seemed to be amplified as he suckled me, intending to cleanly consume all of it. I moaned loudly again when he was forced to take a quick breath and temporarily let go of my cock. Once he did, it palpitated, sending more cum all over his tongue. He lapped it up, and then replaced the vacuum pressure on my length, allowing my fluids to drain neatly into his stomach.

I regained my breathing; I was gasping and panting horribly, trying to re-obtain control of my weakened muscles and relentless thoughts. I simply looked down at Santa as he finished up with my cock, sending the odd surge of minor bliss through me, triggering a shaky pant every time.

After a moment, he had cleaned all my fresh spunk and looked up at me, smiling.

"You are delicious, my naughty puppy," was what he said then. "And I must say, quite the vocal one."

I whimpered, "Oh... Oh, Santa... that was so great."

"So great indeed," Santa agreed. There was an incredibly suspenseful pause that made plead for words in my head. But not long later, Santa licked his lips and spoke, "Alright, puppy, I live quite close. I'll take you to my home."

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The front door swung open rigidly as the two of us shuffled inside. I was a little disappointed by the outdoor appearance of Santa's city domain. It was two stories, sure, but only just. The paint was a worn-out blue and the windows had a couple cracks in them.

The interior was much better, however. A hardwood flight of stairs led down and up. A railing separated the stairwell from the large, lit living room and directly in front of the stairs I was able to make out pots and pans hanging from some sort of decorative apparatus.

I climbed the stairs and threw off my sweater. Santa followed suit, but did not take off his boots, leaving a slight trail of dirty, wet footprints behind him.

"This is a nice place, Claus," I stated. "It's definitely welcoming."

"I certainly hope so," he responded.

I took some time inspecting things. I wasn't really trying to snoop or anything, just keep him in suspense long enough to ask me what we both knew he was going to ask me.

And then he did, "Puppy, I don't know what you're here to do. What are you planning, exactly?"

I grinned mischievously, "Oh, love... you'll see."

"Love?" he asked oddly.

"Yes." I answered. "Perhaps this'll give you a hint." I dug around in my back pocket and pulled out something I had brought along just in case this were to happen. I must say that at first I was really scared of what his reaction might be, but then I just went with it like I already had that night.

I tossed it at him and he caught it, looked at it, and gasped.

"Lube." He said. The tiny vile-like bottle glowed a lustrous purple, and the letterings were a marvelous silver. The man held it firmly and read it. My intentions were now clear to him, so it was time to engage in a little conversation.

"You think I just followed you into that bathroom just for the one blow?" I asked him. "Although, let's be fair. I never thought in a million years it would happen, but still."

"No, no, puppy, I suppose I understand," he said. "I'm flattered. Really. And I assume I should remain in this voice, too."

"Oh yes, definitely," I told him. "And I want everything on. The whole costume. Everything must stay the same. Oh, and I love how you call me ‘puppy'!"

He chuckled, "Yes, well. Your wish is my command, especially for you."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

"You're a juicy little boy," he started. "You want a piece of my big, plump ass? You've got it, no doubt about it, puppy."

I shivered at the words. "Well, you seem like you'd enjoy it."

"I'm alone here," he said. "Your mouth worked a wonder on me that hasn't been worked for a long time. I must say, this job always makes me happy, but... I suppose I've always wanted more."

"Oh, same here all the way," I agreed. "All my life I've loved Santa... loved you. But, for the past while or so, I've always wished I could get a piece of that. The side of Santa nobody ever really dared to imagine."

"Oh, puppy," he started, softly. "I can give you all the lust and passion you desire and more." These words bored into my skull, awaking my hibernating sex and making my heart skip a beat.

"And I don't doubt it," I said.

"Let's move this over to my room," he suggested. "It'll be cozier in there, I promise."

Yes! My brain cheered when he said this because I knew exactly what it meant. My fantasy was being pieced together, one piece at a time!

I followed the laggard to a room at the end of a hallway near the kitchen. The door was decorated with a few posters of foreign countries. A few I caught included Italy, Australia and Japan; the posters turned me off. They were out of character.

His actual bedroom, however, was quite clean. No TV, no bureau or anything like that. It was simply a big room with a large bed in the centre with two table-side desks beside it. One of them had an alarm clock and a couple boxes of medication and the other had a phone, lamp and a book.

The walls and bed are what excited me, though. The comforter, pillows and frame of the bed were all Christmas colors; deep red and snowy white. The walls were a sort of maroon red that contrasted with the bed, making the sheets seem that more vibrant.

Once inside, he turned to me and said, "This is my domain."

"Beautiful."

"I'm glad you think so," he said. "I try to keep things simple."

"It's perfect," I told him. "And I love it."

He grinned, "It's certainly a comfortable bed, I must admit. Now tell me, what is it you wish to do to me."

"Well, love, what do you think? What sort of fucking are you thinking of?" I asked in return. "We have lots of time."

"I didn't think you could stand to wait," he said, eyes looking curious. "You're already hard. Ready to fuck."

I didn't even look down on myself. I knew it; he was right. Just entering the bedroom was what drove me to arousal. I hadn't cared, but it seemed as though it was becoming obvious.

"You're just too much, love," I said. "I could've tried to stifle it, but... I would've failed horribly."

"Well then," he said. "I think we should let it out."

I smiled, very horny now, and reached for the waist of my jeans. Santa reached for the bottom of my shirt and gripped it. Quickly and without even any breathing in between, I undid the button and fly, threw my pants down and then swiftly lifted my hands up so that Santa could rip my shirt off over my head, revealing my furry, flat, thin chest. I lifted up my feet to allow my jeans to part from me, and I ripped my socks off at the same time.

I stood for a moment in only my tight boxer-briefs (black ones) that completely shaped my erect dick. Santa did not ogle at that, but at my legs.

"I suppose I qualify after all," he said. "And I definitely know what I want to do."

I laughed, and then slowly took off my underwear. My shaft stood on end, reaching high and pointing straight at Santa's head. He took a deep, loving breath.

"This is your call now, puppy," he said. "You're the fuck pro here, not me." It was funny hearing him cuss with the perfect Santa voice. I took a breath, and he caught it. "You seem nervous."

"Yeah, well," I said. "Underneath all this excitement, I really think I am."

"But why?" he asked. "Have you not done this before?"

I looked away from his gaze as I answered, "No... No, I haven't. Did you think I have?"

"Well, my dear boy," he started. "You caught me in a bathroom, seduced me and convinced me to bring you here. And what you did for me in the bathroom... that did not feel like an amateur job."

"Well, I'll admit that part I had experience, but..." I breathed, "No, I'm a virgin, Santa. And I'm hoping for that to change."

"Ah," he spoke so slowly, so affectionately it was like he wanted to paralyze me with his words. "So... you have never fucked or been fucked."

I couldn't stand thinking about telling him the whole truth. How I imagined fucking Santa for a long time now; how I imagined him in the bathroom and again in the car. It was true I was a virgin, but certainly not an innocent one.

I shook my head. He smirked impishly and said, "Well, puppy. It seems both of us are heading for something new here. But you haven't experienced anything like this before."

"Have you ever been with a man?" I asked him, curious.

He hesitated, "No, puppy, but I believe the principals are similar. But with you so young I bet the experience will be that much better."

"Oh?" I couldn't take any more.

My cock surged as he spoke, "Trust me, the feeling of your length inside me will drive you wild-"

"Oh God, Claus," I had to interrupt him; stop him from making me burst already. "You'd better be worth it."

That was enough talk. I willingly obeyed the wishes of my pulsing cock and shoved him backwards hard by the shoulders, and he fell over onto the bed. He leaned up and looked at me, standing naked, horny and blushed.

I took an anxious breath and shuffled forwards to him. He grinned lewdly, scanning me once more up and down. His dick was throbbing majorly beneath his scarlet, felt pants, begging to be liberated and put into hot, satisfying action.

When my knees hit the bedside I asked him, "You still got that vile?"

He smirked and held up the violet tube erotically, daring me to take it and use it. I bit my lower lip as I snatched it abruptly from his clothed grip. Without even a second of hesitation, I popped the lid open, flipped it above my awaiting palm and squeezed out a large, gel blob of ice-cold lube.

"That's certainly enough for you," Santa Claus said, his voice raspy with anticipation.

"It isn't for me," I told him. He raised an eyebrow quizzically. "Shift backwards a bit more. Lay back and relax."

He did not disobey; he used his hands to shuffle his ass backwards on the bed, far enough that his whole body was now on the sheets except his boots, which hung off the bed, his knees bent down slightly. Santa instinctively went for the tie in his felt pants. I suddenly scanned him, figuring out things in my head, and I stopped him.

"No, stop!" I exclaimed.

He instantly froze his arms solid, and stared at me. "But I thought you were going to-"

"Oh, we will," I assured him. "Please... just, try... let it out some, but keep the pants, boots... everything on."

I took a nervous sigh, feeling vulnerable. The bear made a perplexed frown and started renewing his undressing strategy to fit my wish. I cursed myself silently, ashamed slightly that I was giving in to fantasy. But then again, it was still going to happen...

Santa dug his gloves into his felt pants, and began feeling around inside his underwear. From what I saw I assumed he was attempting to snake his cock and balls through the folds of his briefs, and he was having a little trouble.

I was getting a little impatient. The goo in my paw started to feel like a burning mass, roasting my palms and weighing down my arm. The struggling bear below me was concentrating on his task, and I tapped my left foot slightly. However, Santa's face soon beamed with success and his cock poked into the felt fabric. All that was left was to let it out of the jolly Santa pants.

Restless, I kneeled down before the bed. My right paw had no gel upon it, so I used it to fiddle with the creases. I tried to pull it at first, but I saw that in the middle of the folds was a tiny ruby button. When I got hold of it, I had to stay there for a second; I became paralyzed entirely when my nostrils were suddenly penetrated by the majestic aroma of Santa's grizzly sweat.

After a second or two to gather myself, I flipped that button through. The two felt fabrics separated, and Santa's erect arousal emerged willingly. I blew a poof of cold air on it (for no other reason than to just toy around with it) and prepared it for its bath. Santa took a deep breath, and his anticipation excited him and he humped oddly into the empty air.

Everything was how I wanted it. Santa was fully clothed. Hat, beard, glasses, jacket, gloves, boots... his cock and balls were pulsing and sticking out hotly from the done-up felt pants. His silver pubes winded their way through as well, contrasting perfectly with the cherry pants.

My left paw promptly set to work messaging the heavy lubrication on Santa's beautiful shaft. He reacted uneasily at the frigid temperature of the gel on his warm length, and he leaned up and reached out, placing his right paw on my shoulder, the felt tickling me.

I added my right paw to the work, and just like I had pictured it in my fantasies, I leaned forward and embraced him. With both paws I massaged him, squeezing it and caressing it as gently and lovingly as possible.

Santa smiled, his face blushed through his fur in pleasure. When he made a slight moan and gripped my shoulder, I realized that I should cease the lubing. I didn't want him to get too excited yet! I needed him to be satisfied entirely.

"Alright, love, out into the bed now," I commanded nicely. He lifted himself up, and crawled to the head of the bed, and laid his noggin on the center pillow and relaxed. I crawled up onto the bed as well. I took my lube-covered hands and spread all the excess on my rump, messily (but necessarily) decorating my puckered hole.

"Wow, my dear puppy," he started. "You're beautiful. I..." he hesitated. "Please forgive me if I am not gentle."

I sat on top of Santa's horribly sexy belly, and he caught his breath to support my weight. "Me? I'm so skinny and useless." I looked back, and located Santa's shimmering staff.

"Oh, puppy!" He exclaimed. "Please don't say that!"

I smiled, "Don't worry, Santa. As much as your dear puppy wants this, it isn't for me, it's for you. As for the gentle, don't worry. I'll be fine."

I yanked on him, and he yelped. I raised his cock upright as he spoke, "But I want to be gentle. I just don't know if I will be able to hold back. I just... I want you."

He laid his legs straight down on the bed and his dick rose to some extent. I stood up off him, floated myself over his waist, his head now pointed right at my expectant sphincter opening. I readied myself; despite acting like a pro up until now I still had no experience... I was a virgin. Newbie. Twink. (Base-player towel boy?) Whatever it has to be referred to as, it caught up with me then.

But I summed up some courage and nervously spoke, "You want me, you big bear of a Santa Claus?"

His cock seeped precum as he looked up lovingly at me and answered, "Yes. Please."

"Then have me..."

In one long, dragged moment, I felt his gloves reach out and clutch my arms rigidly as I dropped and allowed Santa Claus' cock to sink deeply into my tight, hot asshole. He squinted tautly and held his breath; the lubrication allowed for smooth entry, and we both gasped together, puppy and bear, as my cheeks met the tickly felt and he could enter no further.

As for depth, there was no discomfort. I didn't feel any sort of excruciating pokes or jabs inside of me, nor were there any bad twisting or pulling. Santa's incredible girth, however, proved to be much too much for my orifice lips to handle. A few incredible shots of pain radiated as they were stretched open to their near limit, making me clutch at my own hips in an attempt to withstand it.

Santa saw me close my eyes and pucker my lips in grief, and he breathed out in a worried tone. I panted slightly, still a little overpowered in the grand ache. He took the opportunity to pull out slightly, but since his legs were outstretched and his body relaxed on the bed he was unable to buck back very much.

I felt this and twinged slightly, forcibly preventing myself from crying out. But, determined to continue, I moved my knees forward along Santa's side, and when I felt they were comfortably far enough, I pushed with them and raised my body up.

Santa squinted and held his breath again when my ass ascended and my lubricated lips tightly stroked his throbbing cock. His gloved grip on my arms rose with me and squeezed for every spasm of pleasure. When I was high enough that only his head was within me, I dropped back down slowly upon him, absorbing his dick again.

This time, I did not relax my thighs, and I prevented myself from landing on his pelvis again. As soon as I felt a twitch within me, I began rising again. The pain overcame the pleasure at first for me, so it was incredibly difficult to go any faster or any stronger. Santa was subdued almost entirely by my tightness. As I rose, his head jerked back forcibly into the pillow beneath him and he grunted deeply. When this happened, I instinctively contracted my insides and enveloped his shaft, no doubt sending a wave of bliss through him. And, it also tamed the pain, and I myself sighed pleasantly from the feeling.

As I began lowering again, Santa could not help but buck upwards, jabbing my interior with a vigor that triggered a splint of pleasure in me. His cock burrowed deep into me again, producing a barrage of tremors that surged within me, making him force himself even deeper.

I moaned, this time in pleasure. The old bear sensed this, and eased his kind worry. The pace of the fucking grew exponentially faster; with the pain now gone, my single goal was to now give Santa the ride of his life.

He gasped in bliss as I worked his glowing shaft with my insides, rhythmically squeezing and narrowing my already tight passage to give him as much beloved resistance as possible. His cock poking and prodding inside me was indescribable... the probing sensation grew satisfying, and I didn't want him to stop. After a moment or so, I felt I wanted him fully inside me again, and I longed for it. But this mix of thought only drove me to bounce higher and faster upon his member, coaxing cries of delight from my lips.

"You're so tight, puppy!" Santa breathed hard and moaned every few humps. It was clear from how tight and erratic he was squeezing me with his fluffy gloves that the pleasure was charging and erupting within him. I was so happy, seeing his eyes squeezed shut, basking in the glee.

He was barely moving his legs; he simply moved his hips up and down with my springing and following me with his arms. His head he jerked continually in pace with me. I was beginning to find it difficult to keep up my pace; I was going quite rapidly now and I was beginning to fear that I was going to collapse.

The fucking was getting lazier and sloppier. Santa began gasping as I started landing on his hips with each descent, his cock going maximum depth every time. It felt so good, his girth finally taking its place in me. Our furs began to mush together, the lube rubbing off somewhat on his crotch. But Santa was surprised, and he took my arms and began pulling me forward.

I stopped my work, my legs cramping minorly. The feeling of the bear's leather sex fitting inside me made me coo towards him, and he smiled, but he wasn't done yet.

"You're... oh," he stopped to pant lightly. "You're trying too hard, puppy. Just relax..."

I obeyed him and shifted my position. With his cock buried in my ass I placed my paws on his chest, and he let go of my forearms and put his paws upon mine. Then, Santa bent his legs, and his knees rose. I felt his cock alter around, and it twitched fiercely. Then when Santa's legs were bent, he forced upwards with his feet, and his cock pushed me forward.

I grunted loudly as he began humping into me himself as I held myself upon his chest. With him doing the work, I no longer felt any exhaustion. His dick slid easily into and out of my lips, and he sighed merrily as he felt himself be worked again. I tried tensing my passage a bit, thinking more work may be needed.

But, Santa quickly sped up somewhat, and I turned back and saw the speed at which his legs were bucking. As I saw it, I truly began to feel the real extent at which he was fucking me. Every second was filled with at least four ins and four outs. His upper thighs and hips were beating on my butt cheeks as he viciously and relentlessly tore at me with his tool.

I did not care, though. I felt no pain yet... it was strangely powerful. The constant invasion of my rectum grew to become pleasuring and satisfying, and I myself felt a very great wave of bliss every moment. His intense, manly musk filled the air around the pair of us and it filled me up, and I savored it.

I turned to look at Santa, but his eyes were closed. His mouth was hung open, like he was silently screaming. Every so often I would feel a violent surge from his penis and at the same time he would cry out in pleasure. As he began getting even faster, I had to lie on his chest and go along with his own rhythm, because any added resistance from me just led to a cruel beating on my backside.

I suddenly felt the urge to collapse my chest onto his, my head lying on his rapidly rising and falling chest. Santa's breathing was incredibly raspy and delicate, and he was having a lot of trouble keeping up with his own bucking. My tight passage was aggressively stabbed again and again by his pulsating member. It pounded greatly, and quite often.

Santa's arms then crept up under me, and reached around my body and clutched the underside of my thighs. I cried out as he affectionately pulled on them, making me ride up and my ass lips to separate. This is when Santa opened his eyes and looked into my gaze at last. I was wholeheartedly impressed at the speed and gusto at which Santa's fucking had become. It honestly no longer felt like humping to me, but like a constant vibration. His cock sunk, emerged, entered, exited, penetrated, departed... again and again in the most admirable speeds imaginable.

The old bear's gaze silently cried out in pleasure to me. They beaded, and so did the musky sweat on his facial fur. His gasping was worsening, and it began to sound like he was having trouble breathing at all. He was overwhelmed that badly... However, I myself was finding it hard to keep up with my own body being pummeled by Santa's cock.

I couldn't help but bark, "Oh... FUCK! Santa!"

His inhuman speed was destroying the feeling on my insides. I began to realize why he wanted to be gentle. But I didn't care that he was overworking me; I didn't care that my ass was throbbing in discomfort and the force of his fucking was knocking some wind outta me.

He cried into my ears helplessly, "Puppy!" He cried deeply in bliss. "P-Please... please hold on!"

Santa stopped his gasping and panting suddenly and groaned as loud as he could. I cried as well, but underneath him. His chest stopped its rapid declining and reclining and his breaths turned quick, short and dangerously labored. I could suddenly hear Santa's glorious heartbeat under his shirt, which interestingly enough was identical to the pulsations of his rapidly-plunging cock.

It was unimaginably fast! Santa was on the verge of exploding! The dynamism and vitality of the bear's racing heart shocked even me! The spirit of the bear was unmatched, and I was incredibly moved. It was then that I became honored to be Santa's lover, and so I relaxed all my muscles and Santa froze.

He pulled my thighs forward again, and I dug my grip and my ear into Santa's plump chest. I listened intently to Santa's draining heart as he sunk his cock deep; the deepest it had ever gone through the whole thing. I felt his member reach places I had never felt before.

"Please hold on..."

Santa then cried vulnerably and passionately into my ears one last time. His legs spasmed uncontrollably behind me and his boots scraped on the bed as he went rigid.

Then, Santa made a small, warm exhale along my face, bucked, and closed his eyes as he was captivated in impossible amounts of pleasure. And when his body twitched vividly again, his beautiful, hot, musky cock came torrents of creamy goodness into me.

I sighed when I felt his member convulse, and I shivered in bliss when I felt Santa's perfect fluids meet my inner walls. After a second eruption occurred, Santa could not help but start humping again, this time much slower, deeper and more tenderly. He moaned loudly as a third and fourth spurt went off within me, painting my insides in silver bear-juice.

It was an extraordinary feeling; knowing that the old bear was devotedly and lovingly sending me his perfect, divine fluids. I never wanted the feeling to end, and I'm sure Santa didn't either. He was still panting and making very primal groans well into his seventh or eighth spurt of cum. I squeezed my ass lips onto his cock; tenderly milking it for everything it was willing to give me.

Santa stopped his groaning and looked me in the eye. "Oh... puppy, you were so... tight, and..."

I stopped him. "It's alright, love. I'm... please don't fret."

He tried to smile, but he was wheezing too hard. "Puppy, please. I want you to finish. Please."

I sat up a ways, and both of us looked down to see a series of large streams of precum on Santa's jacket where my own cock had laid during the fucking.

"Alright, love," I told him. "You'll have to take off the pants, undies, socks and boots. Chop, chop."

The fatigued, spent old bear kneeled up and I nudged backwards. We both rumbled in mild pleasure when he pulled out of me, making a sloppy popping sound. I helped him elatedly to untie his felt pants quickly; once accomplished, we pulled the folds back around his reducing dick and I rapidly pulled down his underwear as well.

Santa swiftly ripped the shining, black boots from his feet and tossed them backwards out of sight. I scrambled my way to the edge of the bed and he pivoted sharply on his base, his feet swinging towards me. With both hands I yanked his fluffy red socks off and revealed his smelly, sweaty, furry feet. Then, we both worked at maneuvering his jolly Santa pants and briefs along his legs and off completely, exposing his hot, tenderly sweating thighs. The fur all over his legs was damp, almost as if he had been sprayed with water.

The bear then sat on the edge of the bed and leaned backwards, holding himself up with his elbows. I stood before him, tall and proud-like. My member was throbbing red, driven mad by all the hot, messy action. His was still half hard, and glistening stunningly in a coating of his own excreted semen. Thick, watery streams of precum glittered on my shaft, making it feel wet and ready.

Santa pulled his thighs away and revealed the region between his plump ass cheeks. The hole was hard to make out through the shaggy forest that his fur made. The hairs were relatively abundant, and were darker than that of his fur coat. I clasped the underside of Santa's right thigh with my left paw, and with my right I felt around his crack.

The old bear made a few melodic sounds as I tried to identify his lips through touch alone. I remained looking into his face, though, and he glowed in anticipation. When I felt my fingers brush his touchy, rumpled circle, I began moving forward. The excitement made me twitch as I brought my cockhead to meet where my paw was.

My dick up until this point had dispensed such a volume of precum the tip of it almost slipped right into Santa's bowels. I quickly reached my right paw under Santa's remaining thigh and held my position. With his legs separated, Santa's rump spread out, and I finally saw my target.

Neither of us spoke this time; Santa was still very spent and I was overly ready to immerse myself into him. And so, using my plentiful precum as lubricant, I lunged forwards with my hip, and using my grip on his thighs for stability, I buried my pulsating cock into the bear's sweet, jolly ass.

Oh, God... the feeling of his creased, muscled ring gently squeezing on my pleading member already forced me to howl feebly into the air. Halfway in, I found myself pushing on his thighs, forcing him backwards on the bed, crinkling the fabric. We both took a deep breath, his more strenuous than mine. I opened my eyes wide in a sudden twinge of pleasure when I felt my hips meet his rump. He looked me in the eyes when this happened, with a look of glee and a hint of pride.

Guided by pure lust, I began pulling out again. Santa nastily bit his lips and contracted his glorious inner muscles that enveloped my dick and enticed a spasm of pleasure. I ceased when I felt the lips scrape at the most sensitive membranes of my cockhead.

Upon reentry, Santa made a slight grunt and closed his eyes relaxingly. I pumped in hard, his walls still rubbing me gloriously. The pleasure was quick, sharp, and amazingly powerful. Hungry for more, I quickly bucked in as far as I could go and began pulling out again simply. I chased the pleasure as much as I could, and as I did the fucking really got started.

Santa remained relaxed as he was; I held his thighs with both my hands and snaked my waist in rhythm, catching myself with my knees should the occasional surge of bliss overwhelm my legs. My speed increased, but not by much. The bear acted like a pro, squeezing himself in rhythm with me, his ring amorously embracing my cock with every reinsertion. I felt waves of paradise with every lunge, coaxing a deep groan from my lips. Santa grunted with what I perceived to be discomfort, but he wrung his walls again, consuming me.

My pace grew and I began to feel it. However, despite this, I still did not ram or stab into Santa's perfect ass. I was incredibly gentle, focusing only on utilizing Santa's clasping ring to work my throbbing shaft. It was what was delivering the abrupt shots of pleasure in my groin, spreading deviously to all parts of my body, making me shiver.

I cried my own little merry cry as a punch of bliss hit me. Santa sprung up from his position and held himself up more firmly. I literally felt his body tense up through his marvelous passages, making entry more difficult, but I instead found myself going faster. The bliss began building up a ways; I moaned again, clutching hard at Santa's thighs. My body was twitching and trembling abnormally from the act, and my head was beating (both heads, actually).

My fucking of this bear of a Santa Claus was getting messier. His flaccid cock was bouncing up and down, spreading the awfully sweet fluids all over me. I was beginning to feel my hips meet his cheeks somewhat with every hump, and I was rocking back and forth a ways too, full to the head with pleasure.

I looked down at myself as my motions became less orderly and smooth and more precise and swift. My now-lustrous member speared much faster into Santa's gaping hole. I pushed forward onto his legs as my body seized in pleasure. He grunted intensely as my pounding got more severe.

I didn't realize, however. The lust... the ecstasy... was directing me. My instincts, as it seemed, were not to be reasoned with. My cock was controlling me, pulling itself now back and forth, pleading to be worked to climax.

Another lustful sigh left my lips when my pace increased again. My body was exhausting, wearing out from the act. I began breathing erratically, attempting in vain to keep in control. Santa began breathing deep, too, but in a way that charmed me to continue. He was trying to meet my gaze, but I had just closed my eyes in bliss.

Suddenly, he pushed his thighs down and I, perplexed, paused for a moment. My paws left their place under his legs and hovered; he looked into my eyes.

"Good gracious, puppy," he said with a slight wheeze. "Come closer. Let me hold you."

I did as he suggested and leaned forward, straightening my legs. I moved my arms up and put them on his shoulders; he himself placed his gloves on my forearms, and I felt his now-free legs wrap around my waist and tug lightly. My cock sunk into its maximum depth as the two of us got comfortable again.

Then, without any further wait, I resumed my rapid fucking, this time with a little more resistance. And, the bear's sweaty legs around me prevented me from pulling out as far, so the motions became quicker and the pleasure became more extensive.

Being able to see directly into Santa's eyes as I made love to him proved to be much more satisfying for me. His cheeks were blushing again, and I could tell from his eyes he was enjoying everything. This made the ecstasy so much more wonderful that it made me moan; I felt my face tighten, no doubt turning red.

The jolts inside my groin were beginning to get overpowering. The violent spasms in my muscles tired me out; I felt my chest collapse onto Santa, and I was forced to put my paws underneath him and hug him in order to keep up my fucking pace. My member seemed to dance inside him it twitched so badly, but it couldn't feel more fantastic.

The waves and spasms turned to floods and drags, and my breathing became more clumsy and raspy. With all the heart and vigor I could conjure, I increased my pace (I wasn't, however, going as fast as he was before) and drove myself to the edge. Over top of all the incredible bliss, a tingling in my balls began signaling, and I moaned.

I started biting my lip, and Santa looked up and saw this. He made a deep groan, and I began staring into his eyes again. I felt my knot begin forming at the base of my length, and it scraped severely at his lips, making it much more difficult for me to continue my movements. Strangely enough, the bear didn't seem to mind the added girth.

I spoke scratchily, "Santa! So... so good!"

I grunted with frightening intensity when I felt Santa squeeze his legs around me, bringing me in closer. I found it extra difficult to continue at my pace, but I did. And when Santa contracted his ass muscles around my thrusting cock, I gasped and my eyes screamed silent screams of gratitude. Santa's entire body was rocking with me now; I wouldn't have been surprised if the bed was moving, too.

The pleasure was overwhelming me; I found it hard to focus my vision on Santa's face any longer. My heart was pounding, lungs were aching and my legs and chest were sweating so ferociously that I felt like my fur was submerged in liquid. My climax was around the corner; my knot was pulsating violently.

The bear whispered, "My puppy, don't slow down!" He paused when I groaned hard. "I solemnly wish I could be as tight and as perfect for you as you were for me..."

The ecstasy building within my dick was so intense- so atrocious- that it felt like it very well could've destroyed me; exploded within me and killed me. My heart was racing so fast that I thought it could've stopped, freezing me mid-fuck. I was just so consumed with unimaginable bliss that illogical and blasphemous thoughts ran through me; my body moved on its own.

In the heat of the moment, I was barely able to speak. "Oh, Santa... Oh please don't say that." I moaned loudly, and then raised my voice. "Oh, God, it's so perfect!" I howled, my breaths excruciatingly labored and awkward.

His eyes were fixed upon me; it was then I no longer saw him as an old bear or even Santa Claus, but as my beautiful lover, whose gaze spoke of how happy he is.

He breathed, "Puppy... you are the one who is perfect..." He barely muffled a sigh.

I tried to smile as much as I could through the panting; my groin and dick were tightening severely, but instead of screaming in joy I spoke again, "Thank... you, love..."

He said to me fast and tired-like, "After meeting... so many boys I never thought I'd catch one like you..."

"What?"

"Oh, my dear puppy," he paused when I grunted again, and this time he did as well. Then he continued, "I lied to you... Many kids find their way to me."

The pleasure dragged on, surging through me, making my eyes tear and my heart skip beats. The swelling of my knot finalized, and I knew that my climax was inevitable. No more wait...

Santa tightened the squeeze of his legs, pulling me all the way in and holding me there. At this point I was barely capable of moving a quarter of an inch in and out; his passageways tightened around me and milked me.

"You..." escaped my mouth. "You... have..." I couldn't finish my thought. The breath was blown out of me and replaced with impossible amounts of bliss. All my limps and muscles tensed and went rigid, and I made an incredible moan.

I began pushing down hard on Santa's entire body. He put his arms around me and held me close, my head now resting just above his shoulder; our mouths now at each others ears. His beard tickled the side of my face, adding itself to the heaping mound of pleasure I was experiencing.

He squeezed mightily again with his sweet anal ring, and I continued with my indescribably slight movement. Santa spoke into my ear, "My puppy... my love, nothing even... nothing compares to you."

I gasped in extreme pleasure and my eyes filled with joyous tears.

He continued, his voice tainted with pleasure, "You're handsome, sexy and full of life. You were so perfect... I have never cum harder for anybody in the past, and I doubt I ever will again."

I whimpered deeply and passionately into Santa's ear, making him embrace me harder. I too embraced him back, and the two of us squeezed each other together as I felt my balls relax and my cock convulse.

"Thank you," was the phrase he uttered to me as I stopped my breathing and ejaculated uncontrollably inside of Santa Claus.

I cried out in ecstasy again as my hot puppy-semen poured forth from my cock and splashed within him. The multitude of surges rained down inside him, coating his walls. His embrace and the girth of my knot barely allowed for any movement of my hips, but I could not help but wiggle my waist as my cherished fluids were extracted from within me.

The convulsions of my dick were stronger and sharper than I've ever felt them before, and I never thought that I could possibly store so much cum. My body was so stiffened and overwhelmed by the feelings that it felt as though my life force- my essence- was pouring out.

Santa squeezed his insides again, deliberately trying to milk up as much silver gift as he can. I whimpered again vulnerably into Santa's ear as I hit my eight, ninth, tenth spurts. I hugged the man as tight as I could, blown away still by the feeling of my semen flowing tenderly into his ass.

At this point I tried to make words for him, but I couldn't. The energy was sucked out of me. I had nothing left.

I began running out of cream to distribute, and my convulsions were diminishing. Santa tore me off of him a bit and looked into my eyes as the pleasure faded. He panted and smiled at me, filling me with pride and happiness. His eyes were applauding me; praising me for what I had accomplished. These new thoughts overwhelmed me, replacing the rapidly disappearing lust.

When everything inside me became quiet, and all I could feel was the sticky, built-up mess within Santa's warm orifice, we looked at each other, and I made a motion that coaxed a squeeze from his legs and words from his mouth.

"Please... please, puppy, don't try pulling out..." He pleaded. "You're just so silky. Your life-giving seed so spectacular. Please... let's stay here for a while."

"I don't understand," I breathed. "Others come to you for this?"

He sighed, "Yes, puppy. It... when I started doing this there was one boy who had his own Santa fetish and... the two of us made love in the washrooms. That was three years ago... but last year there were a handful of boys, each with their own little thing."

I made a weak pant, my eyes still staring deep into his.

He continued, "It seems words spread around. Many young ones of all species came to see me this year. But it wasn't much more gratifying..."

I spoke slowly and feebly, "And why's that?"

"Because they all wanted to use me," he said. "Only this one other boy decided to give me a good stroking job but it was nothing..."

"Santa..." I bemoaned.

"Why, just a few days ago I got the worst mannered boy." He said. "Told me to drop the act as soon as we got here to my home and keep the costume as he had his way with me. A young Spaniel, if I recall correctly..."

My heart sunk in my chest, "Trevor?"

"Yes, I believe that was his name," he said. "Do you know him?"

Shit! That was the last thing I wanted to hear! My best friend slept with Santa, my precious love, before I did?

"Yeah... sort of..."

"Oh dear," the bear said. "I'm sorry. But the boy was so rude, and didn't even satisfy any of my needs. Just dragged me by my ear to the bed, dug himself into my ass as you are now and had his way."

I frowned, "Sounds like a jerk."

"But if it makes you feel any better," Santa said again. "The boy wasn't nearly any good. After only ten thrusts he was done. Didn't even release much spunk, either."

I laughed; that did make me feel better.

"Oh, puppy," he started. "I want you to know that you've been the best lover I've ever had and ever will. I hope I was good for you."

"Santa," I said. "You've made my fantasies come true. Thank you... so much." My cock was still drenched inside him, but I did not pull out. This talk of Trevor and Santa being will all these other boys worked me up some.

He spoke, "Puppy, I sincerely wish you didn't have to part yourself from me. I feel so complete with you in me."

I smiled, "You know, Santa, I may not have to just yet. Because, if you let me, I think I can manage another go."

He started squeezing me into an embrace again, "That would be perfect."

With a bit of a rockiness in my body, I stiffened and straightened my legs, digging my utterly sensitive parts deeper into Santa again, sloshing around my departed goodness. He sighed, this time much more lovingly. My knot had lost its tension, and I was confident I could pull out if I wanted to.

"Send me to heaven again, love," I said to him. "I can feel the reservoirs within you. It's different, and I like it."

He smiled lewdly, "Go on and do it, puppy."

I prepared myself, ready for another round of incredible passion and lust with the object of my desires and fantasies, this perfect bear of a Santa Claus.

"Let's waste away the night, my puppy."