My Miracle Christmas

Chapter 1

My name is Reuben. I am a big 38-year old Grizzly bear who lives alone in a nice two-story house in the northern part of the country. I’m lucky enough to have my own carpentry business, so I get to be my own boss and stay at home being a fat lazy bear whenever I want. I love it! I also try my best to give back to the community as much as I can: soup kitchens, community plays, park cleaning, and even the odd downtown marathon (always in last place!) are part of what I do. Although I don’t go to any of the local churches, I try to be friendly with everyone I know. After all, I never knew what love meant until I was an adult.
I would rather not discuss the details of my rough childhood. But if I had to choose a word to describe it, I would choose “abusive.” I was abandoned by my mom when I was born, and my father raised me. Or, rather, he put me down all the time: yelling and hitting me. He would never hug me, saying it was a “fag” thing, and would rather I get hurt by bullies and stupid sports than to be who I really was: a gay young boy.
I was in the closet until I was old enough to escape. Dad yelled at me, and cursed a hell of a lot, let me tell you! I didn’t care. I left and became a drifter. It was a long time until I was able to find a job as a carpenter and learn the trade. I also had to learn how to be friendly, open, and finally, gay. Of course, it wasn’t easy. No matter the species, discrimination and hatred always exist.
I am so lucky I got to find a place here, in this wonderful winter town. It is full of open-minded people. It’s not a “Gayborhood,” per se, but no matter who I meet, everyone is welcoming. I even know a polycule of two straight couples who bought a house where the four live with their children. What a wonderful happy family!
But those aren’t the only nice neighbors. My next-door neighbors have become my favorite people: It’s Mrs. Murphy and her little boy named Benjamin, or Benji as I love to call him. Mrs. Samantha Murphy got through a rough separation after her husband beat her. She took the baby and fled here, spending all the money she had hidden in an old music box for a bus ticket whose final stop was this town. When I saw them as I was volunteering in one of the local churches, my heart fell out of my chest: There was Mrs. Murphy, a white cat with matted fur and a black eye, holding a little gray baby kitten. I went straight to them, and offered my help.
We connected instantly. I let them stay in my house and I helped with the baby. She started looking for a job and a place to live, but didn’t want to leave my side. She had fallen for me! I had to tell her that I was a gay man, but that I would love to have them as neighbors. She was sad, but understood just as quickly. Thankfully, the house next to mine was available for rent, and she decided to find a nice job to help little Benjamin have a better life.
I remember in that moment looking at the small baby kitten, as his mother called the job section on the local newspaper. I couldn’t help but feel so much love for the little guy. I wanted him to be okay. I wanted him to be loved, and to never EVER experience the same things I had lived with my father. That thought gave me the strength to keep going, solidifying my relationship with the young family.
So, whenever I could, I helped Samantha take care of Benji. She didn’t leave him with me that much since they moved next door, but I think she wanted him to have a father figure in his life. Of course, I was busy a lot too, but sometimes I found myself making excuses to take care of Benji. I didn’t know at the time, but I started getting attached to the little guy. I wasn’t his dad. Maybe he thought I was the cool gay uncle? That would be awesome, now that I think about it.
Whenever Mrs. Murphy traveled, she let me take care of little Benji. I prepared his favorite meals: Spaghetti as a main dish, and buttered broccoli if you can believe it! I heard kids hate broccoli, but this little guy loves it. We watched cartoons together and always had vanilla ice cream after dinner. I always prepared the guest room with his favorite stuffed dinosaur to hug before falling asleep with one of my stories. And speaking of hugs, I can’t help hugging him, and he loves hugging me back! I love pressing him against me, my whole body covering him from all the dangers of the world. I wanted to hug him because my own father never did. I wanted to make him feel safe and happy being who he is. I wanted him to feel that love is real.
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It was a snowy morning in December, when I woke up alone in my old lonely house. It was cold and it was nearly Christmas. I had no plans because Samantha and little Benji were supposed to travel south to visit Grandma. Christmas wwas just around the corner, and I already bought one of those single-person mini-turkeys for lonely men (hah!) and had my tree up, decorations, and the eggnog in the fridge. I sat on the bed, rubbing by big stomach, and looked at my naked body. I squeezed my belly, and touched by moobs. Why should I exercise for others if others don’t even want me? I had given up on trying to find love a long time ago. I stood up, scratched my big balls, and went for a quick morning shower. It had been a long time since I used the bathtub, but I always fantasized about sharing it with someone as we bathed and lathered up together with soap. I looked down, and my cock was already hard from all that thinking.
“Maybe a quickie,” I thought as I turned the hot water on.
I felt the water caress my fur. I started stroking my belly, that big horny belly that some men love using for beds. God, how I wish I could be a bed! I started lathering up my moobs, stroking my big nipples and squeezing my chest muscles as I started to gasp from the feeling. Some men also love to suck on these. I squeezed them, grunting that masculine grunt I hear in gay porn all the time. The soap started falling as I grabbed my balls. Big and full. Bigger than others I have seen in other Grizzly bears. I love the smell of my balls before being clean. It is so masculine and full of pheromones, but I had yet to do anything like this with anyone worthwhile. Most men just abandon me. No, I shouldn’t think that… I am hot and I know it! I started touching my cock. It is thick, and I can grasp it well with my big paw as I begin stroking it, thinking of men wanting me, wanting to be with me. I clenched my big fat ass cheeks as I thought of humping myself. If only I could. I began to feel the rhythm of my masturbation through my whole body. For some reason I had been so horny recently, and I didn’t know why. I closed my eyes, completely forgetting where I was, and started dry-humping my paw, as I stroked myself with harsh movements, my cock pointing upwards. Men can take this. Straight men love this too, they just don’t know it. I began growling. I love being a bear, and other species should love me. I am so close now. I turn my neck back, growling deeply, and I can feel the walls tremble from the bass of my own voice, and I cum stream after stream of thick white semen staining my wet chest and big chubby belly. I held my breath, letting my cock breathe for me in cum spurts, as I suddenly heard the phone ring, interrupting me, and I growled in genuine anger at how my cock got frightened and I came without passion in those last cum streams.
I turned the shower off and grabbed the phone, barely clean, with cum still staining my moobs and belly, getting into my fur.
“It’s Reuben,” I said in a fake-nice voice without looking at the caller ID.
“Hey, it’s me,” said a familiar female voice. “Did I wake you?”
“Oh, Samantha!” My anger dissipated as quickly as it came (heh). “No, not at all,” I said a bit too excitedly. “What’s up? Ready for your trip?”
“That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about,” she said in a sad voice. I sat down on the bed, naked and still wet and cum-stained. It didn’t matter. No one but me would use it for sleeping tonight.
“Is something wrong?”
“I got called by an emergency meeting with our clients from abroad. I won’t be able to visit Grandma.”
“Those assholes!”
“You can say that again”
“Assholes,” I repeated, smirking. She laughed.
“Heh, thanks. I needed that. Anyway, how would you like to have Benji for Christmas? They don’t celebrate the holiday where I’m going, and Benji was so excited about Santa and presents that I just couldn’t force him to accompany me. And I have to leave tonight, so Grandma won’t be able to look after him. I really hope you can take care of him. God, I hope I’m not being a bother again.”
As she said those words, I stood up naked and beaming. My heart skipped a beat. I could celebrate Christmas with Benji? Just him and me? I was already smiling thinking about it. I wouldn’t be alone for Christmas. I would show him my favorite childhood Christmas specials. I would teach him about my Christmas traditions, and perhaps even create new ones! Why was I so excited? Perhaps I wanted to be able to celebrate Christmas like I always wanted. Samantha and Benji always left during the holidays, and I was always alone in my big house. Not even my gay friends stayed. But now…
“I would love to, Samantha! I was worried I was gonna spend Christmas all alone! You know how empty the neighborhood gets for two weeks.”
“Oh, Reuben, I am so glad! Thank you thank you THANK YOU! Oh shit… I hope I’m not yelling too loud. I don’t wanna wake Benji. I have his presents right here in the kitchen. Could you come over and pick them up before breakfast? Hide them somewhere and put them under your tree on Christmas before he wakes up. I got him his favorite action hero and some other surprises.”
“He’s gonna love them.”
“There’s one for you too, you know? Don’t open it until Christmas either. It’s from ‘Santa’ too.”
“You really didn’t have to, Samantha. You know I love having the little kitten all to myself. You don’t need to give me any—”
“Come quickly!” She whispered ignoring my reservations. “He could be waking up any minute now. Why don’t you have breakfast with us? And when he’s distracted, Operation Santa begins. KayThanksBye!”
She hung up and I stood there, beaming. I don’t think I ever had a Christmas with someone ever. I wasn’t really counting the ones with dad. I started planning every little thing I wanted to do with Benji when… I looked down: My cock had gotten even harder than before, ready for another session. And all that time I had been thinking about spending time with Benji. I felt a bit dazed, as if I had woken up from a marvelous dream. My cock twitched, and I heard a growl than came from me: a horny one that I loved using when I fantasized about the male body. I smiled but then got extremely flustered. What was I doing? I covered myself for no one in particular, and my cock slowly softened.
I started getting dressed and putting on layers to visit Benji and Samantha. The plan was all set: I would be helping Samantha hide Benji’s presents in my shed. But first, I got to have breakfast with Samantha, and then surprise Benji, giving him a full-body bear hug! I took a big deep breath, and I couldn’t help but smell the drying cum on my big fat chest and enormous belly, staining my tank top under my big green sweater (I had forgotten to clean up!), and how, if I just hugged my lovely kitten for a while, forcing him to press his young body against me, not letting him go, my strong and deep masculine smell would stick to him all day… I found myself smirking, running downstairs, opening my front door, walking though the cold dark snowy morning towards their house, stepping excitedly on snow, ringing their loud doorbell, hoping he’d wake up, waiting as I stood firm on their welcome sign, looming over their front door, my size covering their whole entrance, my chest puffing out, my big stomach moving forward, my own cum smell intoxicating me, softly growling under my breath, ready for my manly love-attack, before I even thought about changing again.