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We're going for Chinese food and a steady stream of alcohol until you see reindeer fly.”\n\nTanner's the only person in the world who calls me Bertie, or, at least, the only one I let get away with it. I mean, most folks call me Bert, because Cuthbert is a mouthful, but I've been Bertie to Tanner almost since the start. He's a couple of years my senior, a chonky beaver with a raunchy sense of humor. I must've really needed his company that Christmas, because, over my third Mai Tai, I started to really reveal things about myself to him. My pansexuality came up, for one thing, and the fact that, as much as I liked him, I was more attracted to younger guys...MUCH younger guys.\n\nThat seemed to surprise and intrigue Tanner, and he plied me with questions and rum drinks until I admitted that, ever since I was a kid, I had found boys attractive. To be honest, it isn't even completely a sexual attraction for me. It was almost like they were this beautiful, exotic species living alongside our own, and I often couldn't take my eyes off of them. It was okay, though, I told him, because I'd never had the guts to try to get one into bed. I would just enjoy them from a distance.\n\nTanner's questions took a more direct route. He nodded to a boy of about 12, a twinkish looking rabbit, sitting with his family. “What about him?” he asked, curiously. “Would you take him home, if you had the chance?”\n\nI considered it; he was a bit too waifish for me. “Maybe? I do like boys with just a bit more meat on his bones. That kid looks like he needs to eat more fried rice.”\n\nTanner nodded, then scanned the room. Eventually, he nodded behind me. “Look. That kid's pretty cute, and he's got a nice build.”\n\nI turned and looked, when I thought I could be discreet about it. There was a family of mice, just like me, and the son, maybe 15 or 16, did have some cute heft to him. “He's pretty good,” I agreed. “I'd definitely play given the opportunity...” I trailed off, thinking.\n\n“There's a but in there, I'm thinking,” Tanner said, gesturing at me with a dumpling held in chopsticks. “What's the but?”\n\n“Well,” I said, rubbing my chin. “I'd go with him, but he's not my ideal. Nice body, but I even like them a bit younger.”\n\n“Ah, I gotcha,” Tanner said, nodding. “So you like 'em a bit thick, but right around puberty, or even a smidge before?”\n\n“Sounds about right,” I admitted, with a rueful grin. “But it's never going to happen.”\n\n“Never say never,” Tanner said with a wink. “You never know what the future might bring.”\n\nI mostly forgot the conversation after that night, but we had started a Christmas tradition. Tanner was estranged from his family and never seemed to have a steady partner, so his Christmases were free. Despite a few halting attempts to start something serious, the end of the year always seemed to find me on my own again. So we made it our tradition to meet for Chinese food on Christmas Eve. Sometimes we'd go to a movie, or watch something at each other's houses. A couple of times, we even tumbled into bed together. I mean, I really liked Tanner, and he had a nice, chubby body, so the transition from buddies to fuckbuddies wasn't that weird.\n\nI turned 45, and I still wasn't in any kind of relationship, so Tanner and I made plans for Christmas Eve. “I have something really fun planned,” he told me. “I think this will be a Christmas to remember.”\n\n“You're being very mysterious,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “Should I be worried?”\n\nHe chuckled. “You're always worried. Try to relax. Let go and have a good time.”\n\nWe were meeting for Chinese food at Golden Harvest, our favorite restaurant for Christmas. When I arrived, I was a few minutes early, so I wandered to the host station. A red panda smiled and asked if she could help me. “Hi, we have a reservation for 6:30 PM under the name of Pollux.” Tanner had made it under his name.\n\nThe host checked the screen and smiled again. “I see you right here. Pollux, table for 4. I can seat you now, if you like.” This came a surprise to me. We'd always just been the two of us. Who else had Tanner invited? Was this the something fun he'd mentioned? Had he set us up for a double date?\n\nOnce I was seated, I ordered myself a mai tai, perused the menu, checked my phone for any messages, and basically relaxed. I was sure Tanner would explain everything when he arrived.\n\n“Hi, Uncle Bert!” a sweet and chipper voice greeted me. I blinked, lowering my menu, and caught my breath. Standing beside the table was a handsome young brown bear, maybe 11 or 12 years old. He had the brightest and prettiest gold eyes, and his smile was infectious. He was dressed for the weather, but, as he stood there, he began taking off his outer winter clothes, giving me a better look at his build. His slight chubbiness combined just the right amount of cubfat with an athletic body.\n\nI realized I was staring a bit, but could you blame me? For one thing, he was adorable. For another, I was confused. He seemed to know my name, but I had never seen him before, and I certainly didn't have any bear nephews. “Um...hi there? I think there might be some confusion?”\n\n“Nope!” he said, brightly and cheerfully. “You're who I'm looking for.” He showed me a photo on his phone that was quite definitely of me. He slipped into the booth next to me, almost cuddling to my side. “Don't worry. Mr. Pollux and his nephew will be here soon.”\n\nThat explained some, at least. So this was the “something fun” that Tanner had mentioned. I couldn't deny that the idea of spending the evening in the company of this spirited and attractive young cub was a pleasant one. In the end, though, it seemed like a recipe for frustration. To be this near someone fairly close to my ideals and not be able to touch them seemed like it might be a bit of torture.\n\nUnless Tanner had made some arrangements that we'd both admitted in the past would be something we wanted. But surely my friend wouldn't be that brazen, would he? It seemed like such a terrible risk to take... \n\n“Do you like Tangerine Beef?” the young bear asked, sliding up close to me. “Do you eat meat? I know Mr. Pollux and his nephew won't, but I know some mice like meat.” He leaned in, slightly and murmured, “My name is Carey, by the way. Carey Winslow. And of course, I know you're not actually my Uncle.” He leaned back, smiling. “But lots of kids call family friends Uncle, and I thought you might like it.”\n\n“Well, I mean...” I chuckled. “I do like it, if I'm being honest, but I'm very confused. You seem like a very nice young man, but my friend...Mr. Pollux...and I have been meeting on Christmas Eve for some years now, and we've never had...” I searched for a word that would read as innocent, despite the discussions Tanner and I had had. “Company,” I finished.\n\nThe bear – Carey I reminded myself – nodded. “He mentioned. I'm sure he'll explain everything when he gets here.” He went back to perusing the menu. “Everything sounds pretty good. I'm really bad at making decisions. I usually end up ordered combo plates and stuff, just because I can't decide.” He grinned at me. “I once ordered three breakfasts at a restaurants, ate a little bit of each, and took the rest home. I ate breakfast for lunch and dinner that day, too.” He grinned at me.\n\nI chuckled again. Despite myself, I was enjoying being with this boy. I didn't exactly understand what Tanner had arranged, but he seemed relaxed, confident, and pleasant to chat with. It's Christmas, I reminded myself. What better time for adventure? I talked with Carey about school (he was home-schooled, but evasive about his family or home life), about soccer (he played as an extra-curricular activity with a friend's team), comic books (we had a brief debate over Marvel vs DC but both agreed on some indie titles, like Astro City and Saga), and tabletop games. We got so involved in our discussions that I almost missed it when a pair of beavers walked up, one big, and one little.\n\n“Well, now, seems like we're a bit late,” Tanner said, scooting the younger beaver in, then sliding in next to him. “I see you two met and are getting along.” He nodded. “This is my nephew, Ricky. He plays soccer with your nephew, Carey.”\n\nCarey and Ricky were smiling and giving each other little waves. The smaller beaver, a chubby little smaller version of my good friend, smiled to me. “It's real nice to finally meet you, Mr. Corey. Uncle Tanner's told me lots about you.”\n\nI remembered that Tanner had mentioned his nephew a few times. I had never met him before, but now I was definitely glad we finally had. Both boys were so cute, and I was keenly aware that I had been rocking a semi-chub since Carey had sat next to me. “Likewise, Ricky,” I said with a smile. “But you can just call me Uncle Bert, if you want. That's what Carey calls me.”\n\nRicky brightened. “I'd like that, Uncle Bert.”\n\nWe ordered a few appetizer combinations, and the boys ran off to go check out the illuminated tropical fish tank that dominated one wall of the restaurant. It gave me a chance to talk to Tanner. “So...not that I'm minding the company, but what's going on? I was kind of surprised to be someone's Uncle Bert.”\n\nTanner chuckled. “Well, you know I've told you about my sister's kid, Ricky. After his Dad left him, I kinda stepped in to be a male figure in his life. It's been really nice. I've taken him out for years to movies, dinners, plays...gone to see his soccer games. Well, recently, he's beginning to have questions about his body, about sex, and stuff, so of course my sister asked me to talk to him, so he could have an adult male who could help out. He begins to tell me about these funny feelings he has for men and boys. Then he tells me about stuff he's done with this little bear on his soccer team. Long story short, it turns out both of them have interest in doing stuff with older guys.” He grinned, fiercely. “Then my sister had to go out of town on a business trip over Christmas and asked me if I could keep him a few days. Turns out Carey's family doesn't celebrate Christmas, so I thought what a nice Christmas all four of us could have together.”\n\nI was shocked and more than slightly aroused by all this. “But...Tanner, this is a terrible risk. What if one of them says something? We could be in a lot of trouble!”\n\nMy friend grinned at me, shaking his head. “They've been messing around with each other for, like, two years, and I had no idea, even though Rocky knows he can trust me with anything. They're very excited, and Carey's been going on about how handsome your photos are. It was his idea to call you Uncle Bert...I couldn't convince him to make it Uncle Bertie.” We both snickered at that.\n\n“I'm sure you're right, but...” I shook my head. “I honestly don't know if I can go through with it.”\n\nA hand on my arm made me turn my head to find a smiling bearcub there. “It's okay, Uncle Bert,” Carey told me in a gentle voice. “If you don't want to play, we don't have to play. We can just have Chinese food together, maybe go to a movie. But if that's where you want to end it, that's fine. I think it's really great just to meet you.” \n\nHe gave the lightest little squeeze to my arm, and my cock throbbed in my pants. My body knew what it wanted, even if my heart wasn't sure.\n\n“It's not you, Carey,” I told him, gently. “We could just get in a lot of trouble if anyone ever knew.”\n\n“No one's going to know,” he said, with a small smile. “Ricky and I are both really excited by the idea of being with you and Uncle Tanner, but no one's going to try and force you.” He slipped into the seat with me, his little paw slipping into mine, giving a reassuring squeeze. “But if you do want to play, you're gonna have just the best time.”\n\nI looked into those little golden eyes – truly wise beyond his years, this boy. That combination of naivety and confidence was so intoxicating. I decided I wouldn't make any snap decisions until the end of the meal. We ate well, mixing our old favorites with choices the boys made. I had never had Tangerine Beef before, but it was an instant classic as far as I was concerned. We all talked, telling each other little stories, getting relaxed. The mai tais definitely didn't hurt when it came to relaxing and losing inhibitions. After a second, I thought that, no matter what, I might go back with Tanner to his place and watch. After a third, I was getting more interested in being a more active participant than just watching.\n\nWe headed out to the parking lot. I had taken a rideshare so that I could drink, and I knew Tanner had likely done the same. He had one arm slung around Ricky's shoulders, and both beavers were grinning like crazy. Carey kind of nestled into my side, and I put an arm around him almost automatically. “Well,” Tanner said, squeezing Ricky enough to make the kid giggle. “You guys wanna come back to my place? We're gonna make some hot cocoa and watch some Rankin Bass specials...see where things go.”\n\nCarey looked up at me. “Whatcha think, Uncle Bert?” His face was smiling, curious, sweet, and playful. I studied it. He seemed excited, with no trace of nervousness or concern about what might be coming. It felt like he knew what he wanted, and somehow, despite my anxiety and uncertainty, he wanted me to be a part of it.\n\nI looked down at that dear little face. How could I disappoint him? And how could I pass up what could be the opportunity of a lifetime to fulfill one of my fantasies? “I think...” I said slowly, “that cocoa sounds pretty good.”\n\nWe called a large rideshare and headed to Tanner's house, the boys chattering together the whole time. Tanner spoke to me more quietly, assuring me he had condoms, lube, and a few other things that might be fun for the boys. I started to get more aroused the more I realized this was actually happening. I tried not to show it, somehow still afraid I might scare one of the boys off, but when Carey absently put his hand on my leg and noticed it, he looked back at me and smiled. “I'm glad you're excited, Uncle Bert,” he said, happily.\n\n“I sure am, buddy,” I said, with a small, nervous smile.\n\nWe got home and headed into the basement, where Tanner and I had put together a really nice rumpus room. Thick carpeting on the floor made it comfy to walk in, and we had made sure it was soundproofed so that we could watch movies loud without bothering the neighbors. Tanner had a huge, wall-mounted TV with a big, comfy sofa opposite it, and we had watched many movies on it. Tanner sank onto it, pulling Ricky close, and I was stunned to watch the two beavers making out, sweetly.\n\nCarey plopped on the sofa at the opposite end, and I sat next to him. He slipped his hand into mine, and I grinned at him, giving a little squeeze. “I'm sure glad you're so relaxed about all this, buddy,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck. “My tummy's got butterflies in it.”\n\nThe boy giggled softly at that. “Mine too, but it's because I'm so excited.” He snuggled up next to me, laying his head on my shoulder. I lifted my arm and he cuddled in tighter, putting a hand on my belly and rubbing. “Ooo...I think I feel them fluttering around in there!” I couldn't help but laugh at that, and he smiled up at me. “Do you want to kiss, Uncle Bert?” he asked, looking up at me with a little smile. \n\nThat look made my heart begin to speed up. I swallowed and nodded, giving him a nervous little grin. His smile broadened, and he moved up onto his knees, putting his hands on my chest. I leaned down, and he leaned up, and we pressed our lips into a long, slow, warm kiss. He was a really good kisser, and it was clear that this was something he enjoyed and had done before. I was trembling as I lightly caressed his lips with my tongue, and I felt my cock react with a surge of hardness. I took his invitation, easing my big, adult tongue into his sweet, soft little muzzle. He gave a tender moan and nursed on my tongue like a hungry baby. I took him into my arms then, pressing my hardness to his belly through my pants. In response, he moved one hand down there, caressing lightly, exploring me, even as I felt like my heart was going to burst out of my chest.\n\nWe made out, and Carey keep feeling me up. I slipped my hands down his back to his rump, squeezing one globe in each hand, gently. He gave a soft murrrring sound that I found very appealing, so I squeezed and kneaded some more. More murrrs rewarded me, but soon he pulled out of the kiss. Just as I began to wonder if I'd done something wrong, he pulled his t-shirt over his head, and I realized he was just beginning to undress. I shivered and followed suit, unbuttoning my shirt, peeling it off my arms, pulling my undershirt up and off. As I did, I found little bear hands rubbing my slightly pudgy belly. “Do I look okay?” I asked, suddenly almost feeling shy.\n\n“You look wonderful!” he assured me. “I think you have a gorgeous body.”\n\nI blushed at that. “I mean, it's not exactly all muscular and fit.”\n\n“You don't have to be like that to be hot. I've known some gym guys, and most of them are kind of...” He shrugged. “I dunno. I guess it just feels like they're more interested in their muscles than me. You feel more real.” He reaches out, rubbing my lap again. “And you're definitely interested in me,” he finished with a naughty grin.\n\n“Cheeky boy,” I chuckled. “But yeah, I guess it's hard for me to hide that I'm interested.”\n\n“A little,” he said, with a sweet little giggle. He pulled at the buttons of my fly, and a brief flash of instinct and leftover concern almost made me ask him to stop. But he was good at it, and my cock was soon resting in his small, soft, warm hands, and I groaned, loudly.\n\n“There ya go, Bertie,” I heard Tanner say excitedly. I looked over. They were both naked, their clothes in an unkempt pile to one side. Ricky was kneeling between Tanner's legs, bobbing his muzzle on Tanner's short, thick cock. It was such a hot sight, especially since Tanner and Ricky had a clear family resemblance. It was almost like watching Tanner getting a blowjob from his younger self. I felt my cock bounce in Carey's fingers.\n\nThe little bear smiled at me. “That looks pretty hot, huh?”\n\n“Very hot,” I agreed, with a chuckle. “Is that...? Did you want to...?”\n\nThe young bear smiled. Still clad in his bluejeans, he slipped down to kneel between my legs. He looked up at me with his pretty gold eyes, and I watched as my cock slipped slowly between his lips. I groaned, head tilting back as he caressed my cock's underside with his tongue. He was going slowly, but I was afraid I was going to cum in just a few moments if he kept doing it so well. I looked over, noticing Tanner smiling at me. “He doing good?” he asked, nodding at Carey.\n\n“Best ever,” I groaned. “How's Ricky doing?”\n\nTanner grinned, putting a hand on the boy's head, pushing him a bit deeper. “He's a natural.” The smaller beaver made a few wet noises, but he didn't fight. “So, best Christmas present ever, or what?”\n\nI laughed. “I wish!” I said. “Best Christmas gift anyone ever got, if it were true.”\n\n“Oh, it's true,” Tanner said, with a grin. “Carey, tell Uncle Bertie what he and I are getting for Christmas.”\n\nCarey pulled off, smiling up at me. “Uncle Tanner promised to help Ricky and me to pay for our new bikes, but we're your Christmas gifts. Ricky and I belong to you until you both let us go.” He then immediately lowered his head, sucking, looking up at you.\n\n“W-what does he mean...belong?” I asked, biting my lip.\n\nTanner grinned. “It means they're our Christmas presents. Our boy toys. They'll do whatever we say. I mean...within reason.”\n\n“F-fuck,” I groaned. “Oh, shit...that's so hot.” The idea of owning a boy like this, of being able to have him do whatever I wanted, coupled with the hot feeling of Carey's mouth bobbing up and down on my shaft, was just too much for me. Even as I opened my mouth to warn the little bear, I instead groaned, fingers curling in his headfur, and I came. To my shivering delight, he swallowed me down hungrily, enjoying all the mouse honey I had to offer him, the dear thing.\n\n“Well, alright,” Tanner said, grinning, pausing to hold down Ricky's head a moment, making the boy gag, lightly, then letting him up. Ricky giggled at his Uncle, then smiled at Carey, as the bear boy pulled slowly off and swallowed a final time. “That was hot to watch, for sure.” Tanner's cock bobbed. “Carey, you wanna do what we discussed?”\n\n“Sure, Uncle Tanner!” the bear said, brightly. He looked up at me. “Is it okay if I help Uncle Tanner and Ricky while you relax a bit? It'll be fun to watch, I promise.”\n\nMy curiosity was definitely piqued. “Sure, buddy. Go for it. I'm gonna just...recover.” I took a moment to struggle out of my clothes, finishing the job Carey had begun, and then I sank back into the couch, closing my eyes a moment, taking a moment to catch my breath. I got curious when I realized I was hearing some wet and whimpery noises, but I wasn't ready for what I saw when I opened my eyes again. Tanner had Ricky's head in both hands, and he was slowly, gently fucking his nephew's muzzle. Carey was kneeling behind the smaller beaver, an open bottle of lube on the floor next to him. He was holding up Ricky's flat tail with one hand, using two fingers of the other to move in and out of the little guy's tailhole. Ricky's expression was one of concentration mixed with just a hint of discomfort, but he wasn't showing any signs of asking my little bear to stop. Carey noticed me looking. He smiled and nodded, moving his fingers in and out. \n\nTanner was groaning, softly, dirty-talking his nephew. “Oh, honey...I'm so glad we're doing this. Love you so much, Ricky. You're gonna be my good little buttboy whenever you visit from now on. Goddamn, your mouth is so nice. Best dang blowjob I ever had.” He grinned over at me. “No offense, Bertie.”\n\nI smiled back. “None taken,” I assured him. “It looks like Ricky's really into it, too.” And it did! Despite the fingers in his rump, he was sucking his Uncle's dick with gusto, slurping wetly and bobbing however the hands guided him. He was given lots of opportunities to breathe, and I could see a mix of saliva and precum was drooling down his chin. The sight made my spent cock start to rise a bit again.\n\nCarey seemed to notice and murrred, softly. That soft, seductive little sound helped me along some more, and then he pulled his fingers out, getting more lube. “That's how many I use when I'm gonna hump Ricky,” he said, playfully, “but since we started talkin' about playin' with Uncle Tanner and you, Uncle Bert, we've been using some bigger toys, and that means he needs another finger to help stretch.” He pushed three fingers into Ricky's rump, slowly, and the little beaver made soft protesting sounds. Tanner held his head gently, coaxing him not to pull off the cock in his muzzle After a time, he moaned and resumed suckling and bobbing, which made Tanner grin and sigh, leaning his head back a bit again. I was hard, now, and I took my cock in my hand, stroking lazily.\n\nAfter a while, Tanner pulled Ricky off of his cock, and Carey, noting this, pulled his fingers out. Tanner helped his nephew up on shaky legs, and guided him to lay on his side on the couch. The big beaver turned so that his hard, glistening cock was almost right under Ricky's tail, and he took the lube from Carey, slicking his short, fat cock up. He moves over his nephew, who was shaking a little. “We'll go real easy, honey,” he assured his nephew, taking the chubby boy into his arms.\n\nRicky gave a soft, high noise as his Uncle Tanner mounted him, and I couldn't help but stroke a little faster as I watched. Tanner moaned, staring down at the sight of his cock easing into the little boy's tight hole. “O-oh fuck, Bertie...he's so tight and hot.” He hugged Ricky tighter. “Ricky, I love you...oh, God...you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this, baby.”\n\nThe smaller beaver groaned and hugged his Uncle's arms tighter. “U-uncle Tanner...love you, too...unghhh...so big...” I watched in amazement as Tanner moved closer and closer, gripping Ricky tightly, until their bodies pressed tightly together, and they both groaned deeper. It was so erotic, and I might've jerked off to completion watching, if a small, slippery hand hadn't moved onto my cock, startling me. Carey was smiling up at me, and I moved my hand, letting him take over.\n\n“They really love each other,” he said, looking over at the beavers. “I think that's awesome.”\n\n“You're really cool with all this?” I asked him, still feeling a hint of shyness despite what we'd already done together.\n\n“I promise I am,” he said, reaching his other hand up to give my belly a reassuring rub. “And Ricky has been wanting this ever since we started playing together. All he could talk about was how excited he was to see his Uncle naked and for them to play.” He smiled, then nodded at the others. “Do you want to do that with me?”\n\nI swallowed, turning to watch some more. Both beavers had a look of pleasure on their face, though it was clear that Ricky was straining a bit to handle it, eyes watering a little. “I...I don't want to hurt you.”\n\nCarey looked a little surprised, then smiled. “You are *so* sweet,” he said with a tender sigh. “You won't, I promise. I'm a lot more experienced than Ricky.” He pushed his pants down, revealing nothing underneath. He was built small, but it seemed proportional on his body. He reached over, picking up the lube from where it had fallen. He began to apply some to my cock...cool at first, but it quickly warmed as he stroked at me. “Do you have a position you like best?” I really didn't. I hadn't topped that much for anal sex, and I had mostly gone with what my partners had asked for. Carey seemed unphased when I shook my head. “Then we'll do one of mine to start, and we can change if you don't like it.” \n\nOnce he was satisfied with how slick I was, he climbed onto the couch, straddling my legs. He leaned down, and we made out some more, until he broke the kiss and turned around, his back to me. I put my hands on his hips without even thinking about it, and he smiled over his shoulder to me. “Cool. Thank you.” He slowly lowered down, until he could take my cock into his hand, and then he squatted further, guiding my tip to his little hole, then sinking further, gasping as I began to penetrate him. I moaned loudly, making the beavers look over. Tanner grinned and gave a thumbs up, then resumed plowing his nephew.\n\nThe little bear controlled his descent with his muscular little legs, and I felt myself slipping into another kind of heat. He was so tight that, if I hadn't already cum once, I would likely have blown my load as he took me in. Because I had, however, I trembled as he sank down, but I managed to keep it together. Soon, his chubby bottom was sitting fully on my lap, my big balls pressed up under his little ones. I hugged my arms around him, and I pulled him back to me, nibbling on one of his ears. “Mmmm...I like that,” he sighed softly, his body leaning back to mine in the sweetest of surrenders. He rocked with me a little, until I just couldn't hold back, and then I started rocking and thrusting, very slowly.\n\nTo this day, I'm not sure how long we lasted. It can't have been that long. Even having cum already, that delicious feeling around my cock was just too intense to maintain for long. My dick felt his hole squeezing on it, clenching down as the boy panted and groaned and moved his rump up and down on me as best he could. Finally, I couldn't take it any more. I put my arms around him, twisting him so that he was facing the beavers, and pushing him onto all fours on the couch, with my mounting him from behind. I grabbed his hips, and I began to hammer his little ass. He cried out deliciously, over and over, and the sound made shudders ricochet up and down my spine. In no time, I was pushing him down hard, slamming home, and holding them there as my cock pulsed. A heartbeat too late, I wondered if I should've used a condom, but I realized Tanner hadn't either. \n\nTanner had watched everything I had done, of course, and it had spurred him on to thrust harder and faster. Soon, Ricky was the one crying out, as Carey panted and relaxed almost nose to nose with him. Tanner groaned, head tilting back, back arching, and I knew he was doing the same as I just had. We were both breeding our boys tonight, it seemed.\n\nAll four of us panting, recovering for a bit. I looked down at the boys, who were panting, shuddering, twitching a bit. I bit my lip, looking to Tanner. For all his earlier bravado, my friend now seemed a touch concerned. “Ricky...honey? Carey? You guys okay?”\n\nThere was more panting from the boys. They both had their eyes closed. Carey opened his first. “Th-that was awesome,” he breathed out, shakily.\n\n“Y-yeah!” Ricky enthused, grinning and lifting his head. “I love you, Unca Tanner! I'm so happy I'm your buttboy now! Can we do it again in a little bit?”\n\nTanner and I looked at each other and laughed in relief. “Yeah, baby, we sure can.”\n\n“I want more, too,” Carey said, grinning up at me. “Merry Christmas, Uncle Bert.”\n\nI leaned down and kissed his cheek. “Merry Christmas, Carey.”\n\nSince Christmas Eve was a Friday, we had two more full days with our boys. I lost track of how often we played. I remember flashes, like a movie montage – Tanner and I sitting side by side, jerking each other off as the boys knelt on the floor and kissed; Tanner fucking Ricky's mouth while I fucked his ass and Carey sucked his little cock; Tanner taking Carey against the wall of the rumpus room, thrusting into that cum-slick ass; Ricky on his knees in front of me, licking at my balls. We had such an incredible weekend, and it wasn't all sex. We went out to breakfast, the boys talking rapidly, discussing in a bit of code everything we'd done. We ordered in pizza for dinner, eating it naked and watching movies the boys wanted to see. Carey and I showered together, kissing tenderly as we washed each other. It was everything I could've asked for, and it ended far too quickly.\n\nSunday afternoon, it was time to say goodbye. Tanner was going to drive Ricky home. He offered Carey and me a ride, but it was in the opposite direction, and he'd done so much for me already that weekend. I hugged him hard. I set-up a rideshare. “Tanner, thank you for everything! That was a dream come true, truly.”\n\nHe grinned, hugging back just as tightly. “My pleasure, Bertie. Merry Christmas. I'll give you a call soon, and maybe we can do a movie or something.”\n\nI hugged Ricky, too. “Really nice to meet you, Ricky. I had a great time hanging out with you.”\n\n“Me too, Uncle Bert!” he said, smiling up at me. “I'll make sure Uncle Tanner tells you when he's gonna have me for the weekend or anything.”\n\n“You need a ride, Carey?” Tanner asked.\n\nThe cub shook his head. “I'm not going near Ricky's house. I can get a bus from pretty near here. I've got a pass.”\n\nI smiled, leaning down to hug him, and he hugged back, long and warm. “Thank you, Carey, for everything. Thank you for being a confident, amazing little buddy.”\n\nCarey grinned up at me. “Thanks, Uncle Bert. You were such a sweet lover. I'm glad to have been your Christmas gift.” He smiled. “Want me to give you my cell phone number?”\n\nI blinked. “Really? But...Christmas is over, isn't it?”\n\nHe giggled. “I guess...but do you give up on your gifts the day after Christmas, or keep them and enjoy them?” He tapped my phone with his, passing me his contact info. “Text me any time. I'd be happy to play some more if I'm free.”\n\nMy rideshare arrived, and I found myself reluctantly climbing in. It had certainly been a Christmas to remember. As the car pulled away, my phone buzzed, and I looked at it. It was an all-emoji text from Carey, showing a mouse-head, an eggplant, a drip, a peach, and then a bear-head. I chuckled, unable to help myself chubbing up a bit. I texted back, “Next weekend?” and got a thumbs up emoji. Truly, this was a gift that would keep on giving.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Gifted Boys

I can tell you from experience that Christmas when you don't have anyone special can be a real downer. The year I turned 40, my wife and I split. Most of our mutual friends had been hers, we had no kids, and I'd never been close to my family. So that Christmas, my first one feeling really alone, was spiraling towards a pit of depression. Luckily, my good friend Tanner showed up on my doorstep. “C'mon, Bertie,” he said with a grin. “It's Christmas; what better time for adventure? Let's go out. No sense staying at home and moping. We're going for Chinese food and a steady stream of alcohol until you see reindeer fly.”

Tanner's the only person in the world who calls me Bertie, or, at least, the only one I let get away with it. I mean, most folks call me Bert, because Cuthbert is a mouthful, but I've been Bertie to Tanner almost since the start. He's a couple of years my senior, a chonky beaver with a raunchy sense of humor. I must've really needed his company that Christmas, because, over my third Mai Tai, I started to really reveal things about myself to him. My pansexuality came up, for one thing, and the fact that, as much as I liked him, I was more attracted to younger guys...MUCH younger guys.

That seemed to surprise and intrigue Tanner, and he plied me with questions and rum drinks until I admitted that, ever since I was a kid, I had found boys attractive. To be honest, it isn't even completely a sexual attraction for me. It was almost like they were this beautiful, exotic species living alongside our own, and I often couldn't take my eyes off of them. It was okay, though, I told him, because I'd never had the guts to try to get one into bed. I would just enjoy them from a distance.

Tanner's questions took a more direct route. He nodded to a boy of about 12, a twinkish looking rabbit, sitting with his family. “What about him?” he asked, curiously. “Would you take him home, if you had the chance?”

I considered it; he was a bit too waifish for me. “Maybe? I do like boys with just a bit more meat on his bones. That kid looks like he needs to eat more fried rice.”

Tanner nodded, then scanned the room. Eventually, he nodded behind me. “Look. That kid's pretty cute, and he's got a nice build.”

I turned and looked, when I thought I could be discreet about it. There was a family of mice, just like me, and the son, maybe 15 or 16, did have some cute heft to him. “He's pretty good,” I agreed. “I'd definitely play given the opportunity...” I trailed off, thinking.

“There's a but in there, I'm thinking,” Tanner said, gesturing at me with a dumpling held in chopsticks. “What's the but?”

“Well,” I said, rubbing my chin. “I'd go with him, but he's not my ideal. Nice body, but I even like them a bit younger.”

“Ah, I gotcha,” Tanner said, nodding. “So you like 'em a bit thick, but right around puberty, or even a smidge before?”

“Sounds about right,” I admitted, with a rueful grin. “But it's never going to happen.”

“Never say never,” Tanner said with a wink. “You never know what the future might bring.”

I mostly forgot the conversation after that night, but we had started a Christmas tradition. Tanner was estranged from his family and never seemed to have a steady partner, so his Christmases were free. Despite a few halting attempts to start something serious, the end of the year always seemed to find me on my own again. So we made it our tradition to meet for Chinese food on Christmas Eve. Sometimes we'd go to a movie, or watch something at each other's houses. A couple of times, we even tumbled into bed together. I mean, I really liked Tanner, and he had a nice, chubby body, so the transition from buddies to fuckbuddies wasn't that weird.

I turned 45, and I still wasn't in any kind of relationship, so Tanner and I made plans for Christmas Eve. “I have something really fun planned,” he told me. “I think this will be a Christmas to remember.”

“You're being very mysterious,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “Should I be worried?”

He chuckled. “You're always worried. Try to relax. Let go and have a good time.”

We were meeting for Chinese food at Golden Harvest, our favorite restaurant for Christmas. When I arrived, I was a few minutes early, so I wandered to the host station. A red panda smiled and asked if she could help me. “Hi, we have a reservation for 6:30 PM under the name of Pollux.” Tanner had made it under his name.

The host checked the screen and smiled again. “I see you right here. Pollux, table for 4. I can seat you now, if you like.” This came a surprise to me. We'd always just been the two of us. Who else had Tanner invited? Was this the something fun he'd mentioned? Had he set us up for a double date?

Once I was seated, I ordered myself a mai tai, perused the menu, checked my phone for any messages, and basically relaxed. I was sure Tanner would explain everything when he arrived.

“Hi, Uncle Bert!” a sweet and chipper voice greeted me. I blinked, lowering my menu, and caught my breath. Standing beside the table was a handsome young brown bear, maybe 11 or 12 years old. He had the brightest and prettiest gold eyes, and his smile was infectious. He was dressed for the weather, but, as he stood there, he began taking off his outer winter clothes, giving me a better look at his build. His slight chubbiness combined just the right amount of cubfat with an athletic body.

I realized I was staring a bit, but could you blame me? For one thing, he was adorable. For another, I was confused. He seemed to know my name, but I had never seen him before, and I certainly didn't have any bear nephews. “Um...hi there? I think there might be some confusion?”

“Nope!” he said, brightly and cheerfully. “You're who I'm looking for.” He showed me a photo on his phone that was quite definitely of me. He slipped into the booth next to me, almost cuddling to my side. “Don't worry. Mr. Pollux and his nephew will be here soon.”

That explained some, at least. So this was the “something fun” that Tanner had mentioned. I couldn't deny that the idea of spending the evening in the company of this spirited and attractive young cub was a pleasant one. In the end, though, it seemed like a recipe for frustration. To be this near someone fairly close to my ideals and not be able to touch them seemed like it might be a bit of torture.

Unless Tanner had made some arrangements that we'd both admitted in the past would be something we wanted. But surely my friend wouldn't be that brazen, would he? It seemed like such a terrible risk to take...

“Do you like Tangerine Beef?” the young bear asked, sliding up close to me. “Do you eat meat? I know Mr. Pollux and his nephew won't, but I know some mice like meat.” He leaned in, slightly and murmured, “My name is Carey, by the way. Carey Winslow. And of course, I know you're not actually my Uncle.” He leaned back, smiling. “But lots of kids call family friends Uncle, and I thought you might like it.”

“Well, I mean...” I chuckled. “I do like it, if I'm being honest, but I'm very confused. You seem like a very nice young man, but my friend...Mr. Pollux...and I have been meeting on Christmas Eve for some years now, and we've never had...” I searched for a word that would read as innocent, despite the discussions Tanner and I had had. “Company,” I finished.

The bear – Carey I reminded myself – nodded. “He mentioned. I'm sure he'll explain everything when he gets here.” He went back to perusing the menu. “Everything sounds pretty good. I'm really bad at making decisions. I usually end up ordered combo plates and stuff, just because I can't decide.” He grinned at me. “I once ordered three breakfasts at a restaurants, ate a little bit of each, and took the rest home. I ate breakfast for lunch and dinner that day, too.” He grinned at me.

I chuckled again. Despite myself, I was enjoying being with this boy. I didn't exactly understand what Tanner had arranged, but he seemed relaxed, confident, and pleasant to chat with. It's Christmas, I reminded myself. What better time for adventure? I talked with Carey about school (he was home-schooled, but evasive about his family or home life), about soccer (he played as an extra-curricular activity with a friend's team), comic books (we had a brief debate over Marvel vs DC but both agreed on some indie titles, like Astro City and Saga), and tabletop games. We got so involved in our discussions that I almost missed it when a pair of beavers walked up, one big, and one little.

“Well, now, seems like we're a bit late,” Tanner said, scooting the younger beaver in, then sliding in next to him. “I see you two met and are getting along.” He nodded. “This is my nephew, Ricky. He plays soccer with your nephew, Carey.”

Carey and Ricky were smiling and giving each other little waves. The smaller beaver, a chubby little smaller version of my good friend, smiled to me. “It's real nice to finally meet you, Mr. Corey. Uncle Tanner's told me lots about you.”

I remembered that Tanner had mentioned his nephew a few times. I had never met him before, but now I was definitely glad we finally had. Both boys were so cute, and I was keenly aware that I had been rocking a semi-chub since Carey had sat next to me. “Likewise, Ricky,” I said with a smile. “But you can just call me Uncle Bert, if you want. That's what Carey calls me.”

Ricky brightened. “I'd like that, Uncle Bert.”

We ordered a few appetizer combinations, and the boys ran off to go check out the illuminated tropical fish tank that dominated one wall of the restaurant. It gave me a chance to talk to Tanner. “So...not that I'm minding the company, but what's going on? I was kind of surprised to be someone's Uncle Bert.”

Tanner chuckled. “Well, you know I've told you about my sister's kid, Ricky. After his Dad left him, I kinda stepped in to be a male figure in his life. It's been really nice.  I've taken him out for years to movies, dinners, plays...gone to see his soccer games. Well, recently, he's beginning to have questions about his body, about sex, and stuff, so of course my sister asked me to talk to him, so he could have an adult male who could help out. He begins to tell me about these funny feelings he has for men and boys. Then he tells me about stuff he's done with this little bear on his soccer team. Long story short, it turns out both of them have interest in doing stuff with older guys.” He grinned, fiercely. “Then my sister had to go out of town on a business trip over Christmas and asked me if I could keep him a few days. Turns out Carey's family doesn't celebrate Christmas, so I thought what a nice Christmas all four of us could have together.”

I was shocked and more than slightly aroused by all this. “But...Tanner, this is a terrible risk. What if one of them says something? We could be in a lot of trouble!”

My friend grinned at me, shaking his head. “They've been messing around with each other for, like, two years, and I had no idea, even though Rocky knows he can trust me with anything. They're very excited, and Carey's been going on about how handsome your photos are. It was his idea to call you Uncle Bert...I couldn't convince him to make it Uncle Bertie.” We both snickered at that.

“I'm sure you're right, but...” I shook my head. “I honestly don't know if I can go through with it.”

A hand on my arm made me turn my head to find a smiling bearcub there. “It's okay, Uncle Bert,” Carey told me in a gentle voice. “If you don't want to play, we don't have to play. We can just have Chinese food together, maybe go to a movie. But if that's where you want to end it, that's fine. I think it's really great just to meet you.”

He gave the lightest little squeeze to my arm, and my cock throbbed in my pants. My body knew what it wanted, even if my heart wasn't sure.

“It's not you, Carey,” I told him, gently. “We could just get in a lot of trouble if anyone ever knew.”

“No one's going to know,” he said, with a small smile. “Ricky and I are both really excited by the idea of being with you and Uncle Tanner, but no one's going to try and force you.” He slipped into the seat with me, his little paw slipping into mine, giving a reassuring squeeze. “But if you do want to play, you're gonna have just the best time.”

I looked into those little golden eyes – truly wise beyond his years, this boy. That combination of naivety and confidence was so intoxicating. I decided I wouldn't make any snap decisions until the end of the meal. We ate well, mixing our old favorites with choices the boys made. I had never had Tangerine Beef before, but it was an instant classic as far as I was concerned. We all talked, telling each other little stories, getting relaxed. The mai tais definitely didn't hurt when it came to relaxing and losing inhibitions. After a second, I thought that, no matter what, I might go back with Tanner to his place and watch. After a third, I was getting more interested in being a more active participant than just watching.

We headed out to the parking lot. I had taken a rideshare so that I could drink, and I knew Tanner had likely done the same. He had one arm slung around Ricky's shoulders, and both beavers were grinning like crazy. Carey kind of nestled into my side, and I put an arm around him almost automatically. “Well,” Tanner said, squeezing Ricky enough to make the kid giggle. “You guys wanna come back to my place? We're gonna make some hot cocoa and watch some Rankin Bass specials...see where things go.”

Carey looked up at me. “Whatcha think, Uncle Bert?” His face was smiling, curious, sweet, and playful. I studied it. He seemed excited, with no trace of nervousness or concern about what might be coming. It felt like he knew what he wanted, and somehow, despite my anxiety and uncertainty, he wanted me to be a part of it.

I looked down at that dear little face. How could I disappoint him? And how could I pass up what could be the opportunity of a lifetime to fulfill one of my fantasies? “I think...” I said slowly, “that cocoa sounds pretty good.”

We called a large rideshare and headed to Tanner's house, the boys chattering together the whole time. Tanner spoke to me more quietly, assuring me he had condoms, lube, and a few other things that might be fun for the boys. I started to get more aroused the more I realized this was actually happening. I tried not to show it, somehow still afraid I might scare one of the boys off, but when Carey absently put his hand on my leg and noticed it, he looked back at me and smiled. “I'm glad you're excited, Uncle Bert,” he said, happily.

“I sure am, buddy,” I said, with a small, nervous smile.

We got home and headed into the basement, where Tanner and I had put together a really nice rumpus room. Thick carpeting on the floor made it comfy to walk in, and we had made sure it was soundproofed so that we could watch movies loud without bothering the neighbors. Tanner had a huge, wall-mounted TV with a big, comfy sofa opposite it, and we had watched many movies on it. Tanner sank onto it, pulling Ricky close, and I was stunned to watch the two beavers making out, sweetly.

Carey plopped on the sofa at the opposite end, and I sat next to him. He slipped his hand into mine, and I grinned at him, giving a little squeeze. “I'm sure glad you're so relaxed about all this, buddy,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck. “My tummy's got butterflies in it.”

The boy giggled softly at that. “Mine too, but it's because I'm so excited.” He snuggled up next to me, laying his head on my shoulder. I lifted my arm and he cuddled in tighter, putting a hand on my belly and rubbing. “Ooo...I think I feel them fluttering around in there!” I couldn't help but laugh at that, and he smiled up at me. “Do you want to kiss, Uncle Bert?” he asked, looking up at me with a little smile.

That look made my heart begin to speed up. I swallowed and nodded, giving him a nervous little grin. His smile broadened, and he moved up onto his knees, putting his hands on my chest. I leaned down, and he leaned up, and we pressed our lips into a long, slow, warm kiss. He was a really good kisser, and it was clear that this was something he enjoyed and had done before. I was trembling as I lightly caressed his lips with my tongue, and I felt my cock react with a surge of hardness. I took his invitation, easing my big, adult tongue into his sweet, soft little muzzle. He gave a tender moan and nursed on my tongue like a hungry baby. I took him into my arms then, pressing my hardness to his belly through my pants. In response, he moved one hand down there, caressing lightly, exploring me, even as I felt like my heart was going to burst out of my chest.

We made out, and Carey keep feeling me up. I slipped my hands down his back to his rump, squeezing one globe in each hand, gently. He gave a soft murrrring sound that I found very appealing, so I squeezed and kneaded some more. More murrrs rewarded me, but soon he pulled out of the kiss. Just as I began to wonder if I'd done something wrong, he pulled his t-shirt over his head, and I realized he was just beginning to undress. I shivered and followed suit, unbuttoning my shirt, peeling it off my arms, pulling my undershirt up and off. As I did, I found little bear hands rubbing my slightly pudgy belly. “Do I look okay?” I asked, suddenly almost feeling shy.

“You look wonderful!” he assured me. “I think you have a gorgeous body.”

I blushed at that. “I mean, it's not exactly all muscular and fit.”

“You don't have to be like that to be hot. I've known some gym guys, and most of them are kind of...” He shrugged. “I dunno. I guess it just feels like they're more interested in their muscles than me. You feel more real.” He reaches out, rubbing my lap again. “And you're definitely interested in me,” he finished with a naughty grin.

“Cheeky boy,” I chuckled. “But yeah, I guess it's hard for me to hide that I'm interested.”

“A little,” he said, with a sweet little giggle. He pulled at the buttons of my fly, and a brief flash of instinct and leftover concern almost made me ask him to stop. But he was good at it, and my cock was soon resting in his small, soft, warm hands, and I groaned, loudly.

“There ya go, Bertie,” I heard Tanner say excitedly. I looked over. They were both naked, their clothes in an unkempt pile to one side. Ricky was kneeling between Tanner's legs, bobbing his muzzle on Tanner's short, thick cock. It was such a hot sight, especially since Tanner and Ricky had a clear family resemblance. It was almost like watching Tanner getting a blowjob from his younger self. I felt my cock bounce in Carey's fingers.

The little bear smiled at me. “That looks pretty hot, huh?”

“Very hot,” I agreed, with a chuckle. “Is that...? Did you want to...?”

The young bear smiled. Still clad in his bluejeans, he slipped down to kneel between my legs. He looked up at me with his pretty gold eyes, and I watched as my cock slipped slowly between his lips. I groaned, head tilting back as he caressed my cock's underside with his tongue. He was going slowly, but I was afraid I was going to cum in just a few moments if he kept doing it so well. I looked over, noticing Tanner smiling at me. “He doing good?” he asked, nodding at Carey.

“Best ever,” I groaned. “How's Ricky doing?”

Tanner grinned, putting a hand on the boy's head, pushing him a bit deeper. “He's a natural.” The smaller beaver made a few wet noises, but he didn't fight. “So, best Christmas present ever, or what?”

I laughed. “I wish!” I said. “Best Christmas gift anyone ever got, if it were true.”

“Oh, it's true,” Tanner said, with a grin. “Carey, tell Uncle Bertie what he and I are getting for Christmas.”

Carey pulled off, smiling up at me. “Uncle Tanner promised to help Ricky and me to pay for our new bikes, but we're your Christmas gifts. Ricky and I belong to you until you both let us go.” He then immediately lowered his head, sucking, looking up at you.

“W-what does he mean...belong?” I asked, biting my lip.

Tanner grinned. “It means they're our Christmas presents. Our boy toys. They'll do whatever we say. I mean...within reason.”

“F-fuck,” I groaned. “Oh, shit...that's so hot.” The idea of owning a boy like this, of being able to have him do whatever I wanted, coupled with the hot feeling of Carey's mouth bobbing up and down on my shaft, was just too much for me. Even as I opened my mouth to warn the little bear, I instead groaned, fingers curling in his headfur, and I came. To my shivering delight, he swallowed me down hungrily, enjoying all the mouse honey I had to offer him, the dear thing.

“Well, alright,” Tanner said, grinning, pausing to hold down Ricky's head a moment, making the boy gag, lightly, then letting him up. Ricky giggled at his Uncle, then smiled at Carey, as the bear boy pulled slowly off and swallowed a final time. “That was hot to watch, for sure.” Tanner's cock bobbed. “Carey, you wanna do what we discussed?”

“Sure, Uncle Tanner!” the bear said, brightly. He looked up at me. “Is it okay if I help Uncle Tanner and Ricky while you relax a bit? It'll be fun to watch, I promise.”

My curiosity was definitely piqued. “Sure, buddy. Go for it. I'm gonna just...recover.” I took a moment to struggle out of my clothes, finishing the job Carey had begun, and then I sank back into the couch, closing my eyes a moment, taking a moment to catch my breath. I got curious when I realized I was hearing some wet and whimpery noises, but I wasn't ready for what I saw when I opened my eyes again. Tanner had Ricky's head in both hands, and he was slowly, gently fucking his nephew's muzzle. Carey was kneeling behind the smaller beaver, an open bottle of lube on the floor next to him. He was holding up Ricky's flat tail with one hand, using two fingers of the other to move in and out of the little guy's tailhole. Ricky's expression was one of concentration mixed with just a hint of discomfort, but he wasn't showing any signs of asking my little bear to stop. Carey noticed me looking. He smiled and nodded, moving his fingers in and out.

Tanner was groaning, softly, dirty-talking his nephew. “Oh, honey...I'm so glad we're doing this. Love you so much, Ricky. You're gonna be my good little buttboy whenever you visit from now on. Goddamn, your mouth is so nice. Best dang blowjob I ever had.” He grinned over at me. “No offense, Bertie.”

I smiled back. “None taken,” I assured him. “It looks like Ricky's really into it, too.” And it did! Despite the fingers in his rump, he was sucking his Uncle's dick with gusto, slurping wetly and bobbing however the hands guided him. He was given lots of opportunities to breathe, and I could see a mix of saliva and precum was drooling down his chin. The sight made my spent cock start to rise a bit again.

Carey seemed to notice and murrred, softly. That soft, seductive little sound helped me along some more, and then he pulled his fingers out, getting more lube. “That's how many I use when I'm gonna hump Ricky,” he said, playfully, “but since we started talkin' about playin' with Uncle Tanner and you, Uncle Bert, we've been using some bigger toys, and that means he needs another finger to help stretch.” He pushed three fingers into Ricky's rump, slowly, and the little beaver made soft protesting sounds. Tanner held his head gently, coaxing him not to pull off the cock in his muzzle After a time, he moaned and resumed suckling and bobbing, which made Tanner grin and sigh, leaning his head back a bit again. I was hard, now, and I took my cock in my hand, stroking lazily.

After a while, Tanner pulled Ricky off of his cock, and Carey, noting this, pulled his fingers out. Tanner helped his nephew up on shaky legs, and guided him to lay on his side on the couch. The big beaver turned so that his hard, glistening cock was almost right under Ricky's tail, and he took the lube from Carey, slicking his short, fat cock up. He moves over his nephew, who was shaking a little. “We'll go real easy, honey,” he assured his nephew, taking the chubby boy into his arms.

Ricky gave a soft, high noise as his Uncle Tanner mounted him, and I couldn't help but stroke a little faster as I watched. Tanner moaned, staring down at the sight of his cock easing into the little boy's tight hole. “O-oh fuck, Bertie...he's so tight and hot.” He hugged Ricky tighter. “Ricky, I love you...oh, God...you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this, baby.”

The smaller beaver groaned and hugged his Uncle's arms tighter. “U-uncle Tanner...love you, too...unghhh...so big...” I watched in amazement as Tanner moved closer and closer, gripping Ricky tightly, until their bodies pressed tightly together, and they both groaned deeper. It was so erotic, and I might've jerked off to completion watching, if a small, slippery hand hadn't moved onto my cock, startling me. Carey was smiling up at me, and I moved my hand, letting him take over.

“They really love each other,” he said, looking over at the beavers. “I think that's awesome.”

“You're really cool with all this?” I asked him, still feeling a hint of shyness despite what we'd already done together.

“I promise I am,” he said, reaching his other hand up to give my belly a reassuring rub. “And Ricky has been wanting this ever since we started playing together. All he could talk about was how excited he was to see his Uncle naked and for them to play.” He smiled, then nodded at the others. “Do you want to do that with me?”

I swallowed, turning to watch some more. Both beavers had a look of pleasure on their face, though it was clear that Ricky was straining a bit to handle it, eyes watering a little. “I...I don't want to hurt you.”

Carey looked a little surprised, then smiled. “You are *so* sweet,” he said with a tender sigh. “You won't, I promise. I'm a lot more experienced than Ricky.” He pushed his pants down, revealing nothing underneath. He was built small, but it seemed proportional on his body. He reached over, picking up the lube from where it had fallen. He began to apply some to my cock...cool at first, but it quickly warmed as he stroked at me. “Do you have a position you like best?” I really didn't. I hadn't topped that much for anal sex, and I had mostly gone with what my partners had asked for. Carey seemed unphased when I shook my head. “Then we'll do one of mine to start, and we can change if you don't like it.”

Once he was satisfied with how slick I was, he climbed onto the couch, straddling my legs. He leaned down, and we made out some more, until he broke the kiss and turned around, his back to me. I put my hands on his hips without even thinking about it, and he smiled over his shoulder to me. “Cool. Thank you.” He slowly lowered down, until he could take my cock into his hand, and then he squatted further, guiding my tip to his little hole, then sinking further, gasping as I began to penetrate him. I moaned loudly, making the beavers look over. Tanner grinned and gave a thumbs up, then resumed plowing his nephew.

The little bear controlled his descent with his muscular little legs, and I felt myself slipping into another kind of heat. He was so tight that, if I hadn't already cum once, I would likely have blown my load as he took me in. Because I had, however, I trembled as he sank down, but I managed to keep it together. Soon, his chubby bottom was sitting fully on my lap, my big balls pressed up under his little ones. I hugged my arms around him, and I pulled him back to me, nibbling on one of his ears. “Mmmm...I like that,” he sighed softly, his body leaning back to mine in the sweetest of surrenders. He rocked with me a little, until I just couldn't hold back, and then I started rocking and thrusting, very slowly.

To this day, I'm not sure how long we lasted. It can't have been that long. Even having cum already, that delicious feeling around my cock was just too intense to maintain for long. My dick felt his hole squeezing on it, clenching down as the boy panted and groaned and moved his rump up and down on me as best he could. Finally, I couldn't take it any more. I put my arms around him, twisting him so that he was facing the beavers, and pushing him onto all fours on the couch, with my mounting him from behind. I grabbed his hips, and I began to hammer his little ass. He cried out deliciously, over and over, and the sound made shudders ricochet up and down my spine. In no time, I was pushing him down hard, slamming home, and holding them there as my cock pulsed. A heartbeat too late, I wondered if I should've used a condom, but I realized Tanner hadn't either.

Tanner had watched everything I had done, of course, and it had spurred him on to thrust harder and faster. Soon, Ricky was the one crying out, as Carey panted and relaxed almost nose to nose with him. Tanner groaned, head tilting back, back arching, and I knew he was doing the same as I just had. We were both breeding our boys tonight, it seemed.

All four of us panting, recovering for a bit. I looked down at the boys, who were panting, shuddering, twitching a bit. I bit my lip, looking to Tanner. For all his earlier bravado, my friend now seemed a touch concerned. “Ricky...honey? Carey? You guys okay?”

There was more panting from the boys. They both had their eyes closed. Carey opened his first. “Th-that was awesome,” he breathed out, shakily.

“Y-yeah!” Ricky enthused, grinning and lifting his head. “I love you, Unca Tanner! I'm so happy I'm your buttboy now! Can we do it again in a little bit?”

Tanner and I looked at each other and laughed in relief. “Yeah, baby, we sure can.”

“I want more, too,” Carey said, grinning up at me. “Merry Christmas, Uncle Bert.”

I leaned down and kissed his cheek. “Merry Christmas, Carey.”

Since Christmas Eve was a Friday, we had two more full days with our boys. I lost track of how often we played. I remember flashes, like a movie montage – Tanner and I sitting side by side, jerking each other off as the boys knelt on the floor and kissed; Tanner fucking Ricky's mouth while I fucked his ass and Carey sucked his little cock; Tanner taking Carey against the wall of the rumpus room, thrusting into that cum-slick ass; Ricky on his knees in front of me, licking at my balls. We had such an incredible weekend, and it wasn't all sex. We went out to breakfast, the boys talking rapidly, discussing in a bit of code everything we'd done. We ordered in pizza for dinner, eating it naked and watching movies the boys wanted to see. Carey and I showered together, kissing tenderly as we washed each other. It was everything I could've asked for, and it ended far too quickly.

Sunday afternoon, it was time to say goodbye. Tanner was going to drive Ricky home. He offered Carey and me a ride, but it was in the opposite direction, and he'd done so much for me already that weekend. I hugged him hard. I set-up a rideshare. “Tanner, thank you for everything! That was a dream come true, truly.”

He grinned, hugging back just as tightly. “My pleasure, Bertie. Merry Christmas. I'll give you a call soon, and maybe we can do a movie or something.”

I hugged Ricky, too. “Really nice to meet you, Ricky. I had a great time hanging out with you.”

“Me too, Uncle Bert!” he said, smiling up at me. “I'll make sure Uncle Tanner tells you when he's gonna have me for the weekend or anything.”

“You need a ride, Carey?” Tanner asked.

The cub shook his head. “I'm not going near Ricky's house. I can get a bus from pretty near here. I've got a pass.”

I smiled, leaning down to hug him, and he hugged back, long and warm. “Thank you, Carey, for everything. Thank you for being a confident, amazing little buddy.”

Carey grinned up at me. “Thanks, Uncle Bert. You were such a sweet lover. I'm glad to have been your Christmas gift.” He smiled. “Want me to give you my cell phone number?”

I blinked. “Really? But...Christmas is over, isn't it?”

He giggled. “I guess...but do you give up on your gifts the day after Christmas, or keep them and enjoy them?” He tapped my phone with his, passing me his contact info. “Text me any time. I'd be happy to play some more if I'm free.”

My rideshare arrived, and I found myself reluctantly climbing in. It had certainly been a Christmas to remember. As the car pulled away, my phone buzzed, and I looked at it. It was an all-emoji text from Carey, showing a mouse-head, an eggplant, a drip, a peach, and then a bear-head. I chuckled, unable to help myself chubbing up a bit. I texted back, “Next weekend?” and got a thumbs up emoji. Truly, this was a gift that would keep on giving.", "pools_count": 1, "title": "Gifted Boys - a Christmas Carey Tale", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/rtf", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "13", "views": "678" }