Brent and Kiran are a happily married couple, but both enjoy having a Daddy to take care of them now and then. On holiday, they meet the man of their dreams. John is everything they could want and more besides.
But when Kiran has an accident for which John blames himself, he vanishes from their lives. Brent is determined to give Kiran the best Christmas ever ... by finding John.
The resort at Whakapapa was everything they’d hoped for, even if the cabin was a little basic and out of the way. Brent lounged on the bed, trying to summon the energy to dress, and while pretending to read, he took the advantage to watch Kiran, when his husband’s behaviour caught his immediate attention.
The gasp that escaped Kiran was instantly recognisable to Brent and he quickly set down the book. Kiran had only got as far as donning a pair of briefs and was staring out of the window. He kneeled on the window seat, his attention focused on something outside.
Brent slid out of bed, shivering at the cooler air. He moved to stand behind Kiran and peered over his shoulder. And gave a low moan.
From this perspective, he could see through a gap in the trees into the yard of the cabin on the other side of their fence. The man chopping wood was not only bare-chested -- if you discounted the mat of salt and pepper fur -- but a beautiful, muscular silver fox. He’s the epitome of our dreams.
On the ground beside him, a white vest lay on top of a plaid shirt, and Brent guessed that the man had warmed up with the physical exercise. His physique wasn’t that of a gym bunny, but one born of natural physical exercise. Brent wished they were closer to see whether he had a six-pack or a more beautifully rounded abdomen. Not that it matters. This is likely to be as close as we get to him. So let’s take advantage of what we do have.
Leaving Kiran still staring out of the window, Brent hurried to their bedside table. He got their lube and set it on the seat near to Kiran. He then dashed into the bathroom to snag a towel, which he used to cover the cushions on the window seat. All the time, Kiran remained unmoving, his attention focused completely on the stranger.
Brent drizzled some lube onto his hand, then reached around Kiran, sliding his husband’s very erect cock out of the briefs and squeezing gently. He leaned in close, his chin on Kiran’s shoulder, and began to whisper in his ear.
“Can you imagine I’m him? That this is his hand?” Brent squeezed again and a soft whimper fell from Kiran’s lips. “That’s right. He’s right behind you. He’s going to take you while you suck me. You know how I feel, how I taste, don’t you, babe?”
The only reply was a frantic nod.
“Good.” Brent kissed his way along Kiran’s bare shoulder, sucking hard at the junction of shoulder and neck, before continuing his journey. He began to slowly stroke Kiran, flicking his thumb over the head of Kiran’s cock just the way his husband liked it.