Winter finally settled in. Bitter cold air surrounded the quiet suburbs, especially now with the evening fading away.

“Hey! Marco!” Called out a few familiar voices to the white wolf.

He turned to see a gaggle of his friends and a couple of younger cousins of his. 

“What’s up guys?” He patted one on the head, a small smile spreading across. 

“We wanted to know if you could come hang out with us and show us a few of your knife flip moves!” Said one of the smaller cubs, a black little wolf bundled up in comfy winter attire. 

“Naw, sorry little dudes. I have to meet with an old friend today. He’s coming to town today and I really, really want to see him. I promise you tomorrow, I’ll do as many as you like. How’s that sound?” They all gave disappointed groans but a few mumbled approvals peaked out from the crowd.

	He hated leaving the little pack feeling down, so he did what he could. He couldn’t pull his knife out in the middle of the street so he used the next best available thing. He grabbed a couple of pieces of close by broken asphalt and began juggling them as fast as he could. The little cubs around him “oohed” and “awed” at the dexterous display he put on. A few of the locals passing by watched as he entertained them, smiling at the older wolf being a good influence on the children

After a few minutes of juggling, along with some festive dance steps that would make a fair clown jealous, he stopped. All around, he heard clapping and cheering from the small crows who’d gathered to see.

“Again, again!” A few of his adoring fans cried out.

“Maybe next time.” He laughed, dropping the stones to the ground. “Gotta go for now, see ya later guys.” He turned to walk towards the brightening city lights. 

He thanked his mother and father for the luscious white fur they passed down to him. The cold air felt good to him. Just nipping hard enough but not light enough to be uncomfortable. He brushed back a few stray strands as he hit the first corner of the city. He looked around, taking in the sites. Groups of friends and family talking and laughing among the vast cityscape. The festive air only spurred him of his desire to see his dear friend. He didn’t realize he’d pick up the pace, heading deeper into the city’s embrace.

‘I wonder if he’s there yet…’

His wonder came to an abrupt halt. Standing outside of the local burger shack is a single lonely person. Clad in tasteful black business attire along with a heavy overcoat stands a tall brown otter. He looked around nervously, looking inside at the many patrons either walking out or eating their fill of burgers and fries. 

‘Still a nervous wreck as always.’ He chuckled to himself. He approached him sly, hiding his presence until he was practically side by side. “Good to see you again, Oliver.” He whispered. The otter jumped out of his fur, nearly going pale from surprise. When he looked at who called out his name, color returned and then some. Flush red, crossed over his cheeks.

“Wolfie…!” He lept toward him, arms open and wide. Marco graciously caught him, hugging the taller male as he laughed in bliss. 

“Yes, yes, you’re old Wolfie is here.” Oliver hugged him harder, trying to crush the strong alpha in his embrace. “Now, come come. It’s time we had a chance to catch up, don’t you think?” With that said, the two went inside the restaurant. Over the large crowds enjoying themselves, they talked and laughed over recent events in their lives. Oliver’s home business has been doing well while Marco went on about how his neighbourhood is doing well along with the family. 

“It's so good to see you again…” The otter said wistfully, a tender expression on his face. Marco placed his own paw on his friends, holding it tightly.

“As fun as it is, there’s something more I want to get to…” The solid white wolf closed the distance between them, leaning over the table and getting a taste of his partners meal off his lips. The surprise he felt melted away. Oliver’s lips sunk into the forceful tongue dance before Marco pulled away. “So… Want to head to my place or yours?” The excited otter was already placing their check on the table along with a generous tip, trying to hurry up.

	The distance back to Oliver’s place was a short one thanks to his car. The hole time Marco teased him, rubbing the bulge growing under his pants or kissing his cheek. He knew the otter all too well, what to touch and how to touch him well. As they pulled into the driveway, Marco dragged him through his side of the car, licking across his neck and face while Oliver shuddered in delight. After fumbling with the car to lock it and the keys for the door, Marco reached into his lovers slacks and massaged the red cock begging for attention. He watched and grinned in delight at the little moans as he stroked him, his own excitement building up. 

	After almost knocking the door down and stepping inside, Marco used the opportunity to start stripping. He carefully took off his beloved leather jacket and put it on the coat rack before tearing the rest of his clothes off.His friend eyed him hungrily as he took his own business attire off, revealing solid brown and lavishly taken care of fur. Most of his body curved and hid lean muscle, the kind Marco loved with all his partners. Marco wanted to show off, displaying himself with nothing to hide. 

	Compared to his partners normal pink cock, his was on a whole different level. A fat heavy sheath hid away a monster, well over a foot long in length and a girth comparable to a baseball. Red thick meat slathered in fluids and crawling with veins that reached down to a fat knot a couple of inches in diameter. Underneath it sits a pair of overly stuffed balls, hanging off his body with a hefty weight. The otter got down on his knees and began worshiping the wolf, breathing in the scent of masculinity wafting off him before rubbing the member up and down his face. He licked and drank in the flavor, admiring the weight in Marco’s balls with his free hand as he stroked his shaft with the other.

	“That’s right… You know what I like.” He stated. The white wolf grabbed his shaft, pulling it away for a second and tapping the otters face over and over. He loved seeing someone on their knees and submit to him. He grabbed the otters mouth and gently pulled it down, placed his blunted tip on the tip of his tongue and in one motion, sent his length down his throat. Marco wasn’t gentle. He grabbed him by the sides of his cheeks and pulled him down, forcing his nose into the bottom of his stomach. He humped into his face, feeling the tight slick throat squeeze down and the cold taps of his nose against his knot.

	Oliver himself tried to keep his eyes open as his head was being used as a toy, playing with himself and coating his hands in sticky residue. He used what remained on his hands to massaged and tenderly love the balls slapping against his neck with every thrust. He thought about how much had to be in there. All the slime that would end up being inside him. The thought alone flushed out more shots of his own cum onto the floor. 

	Marco pulled out, slowly dragging his cock fully away and slapped Oliver across the face with a few wet smacks. He hummed as the otter didn’t ressit, begging for more. Marco pulled him up and without saying a word, he lead the both of them towards the bed room. The alpha wolf watched the big ass bend over on the bed, waving at him and leading him to do what he wanted. He lined up the shot and went into the brown pucker, pushing past the ring and sinking balls deep in one go.

	“You’ve been using those toys well, I see. Still don’t hold a candle to the real thing…” He laughed as his friend tried to stay up but found it hard to do. Marco pushed him down onto his stomach,laying down on top before pounding away. He didn’t hold back, putting his whole weight into each crash, hitting the depths of his insides with his hot poker. “Take it you little slut.” He growled into his ear, softly biting the tip of it.

	“Yes sir, oh god…” He trembled as Marco fucked the cum out of him, scratching his prostate with his shaft. Thin streams of cum staining the soft sheets. He tried to hold back but his muscles caused him to tighten up around Marco’s monster, egging him to pound harder and faster. He imagined the fat balls slapping and beating up his own along with his ass, hoping they leave bruises. He lost track of how long the snow wolf stirred up his guts, but after so long he felt the bulge of his knot grinding against him.

	“Got a present for ya, right here…!” He seized up, pushing down as his knot finally popped in and a thick flood of spunk finally came through. The river seeped slightly out around his knot but he pushed deeper, making sure everything went in. Oliver trembled at the sensation, gripping the bed sheets as his stomach felt like it was growing bigger. What little pudge he already had felt as if it was growing with every ounce being given. Every pulse felt like a small thrust, reminding him of the strong pile of wolf holding him down. He marveled at the thick sludge sitting in his tummy, wondering just how much could be filling him up. Marco sighed heavily as he gripped Oliver’s paw with his own, holding it tight.

	“Thanks for being with me tonight… I really needed this.” He said with a smile. 

	“I don’t mind. Being with you tonight feels so right after all.” He said as he felt his stomach with his free hand. “Spending Christmas together sounds pretty nice doesn’t it?” He laughed, as he returned the grip on his paw.

	“Merry Christmas… Mind if we go again?”Marco asked bashfully, already thrusting again and splattering the bed below with his still warm cum from his partners hole.

	“Always, especially with that libedo you got.”