Sheng Tan Kuai Loh

Dr. Ha Song sat in his thickly-stuffed easy chair and smiled, his chopsticks lazily snatching another jau gok dumpling from the plate and lifting it to his lips. It was a cold February evening, and snow had been falling most of the night, but the Chinese pig felt very warm inside. He had never expected to feel so welcomed and loved in Woodcock Pocket, but his friends’ efforts to properly offer him a Chinese New Year had filled him down to his hooves.
He loved all of the friends he’d made here, of course, but his thoughts kept quietly straying back to the two he felt the most empathy with. Was it so surprising that the two dearest in his heart were the only other pigs in the neighborhood? Although they were small, barely more than children to his eyes, he knew they were fully grown; the size difference was just genetic variance between breeds. As a man of science and medicine, he knew that, but he couldn’t help but feel a slight stirring of shame whenever he felt a stirring in his loins around the two. Their childlike pleasure in life, their soft, high voices, and their infectious laughter always served to make him underestimate their ages by a decade or two.
Which of the two did he like more? he mused to himself. It was hard not to like Toot. The bold, adventurous young pig had been the first one in Woodcock Pocket to welcome him, and the two had taken an instant liking to one another. Over time, however, he had come to find great affection and admiration for the more reserved, quieter Puddle.  It was hard to imagine Toot sitting in quiet contemplation of a Zen garden or a beautiful poem. He had seen Puddle relaxing in the garden and felt that he was watching the smaller pig achieve a profound peace just by weeding and planting. One time, Dr. Ha Song had come upon Puddle kneeling in the forest, just inspecting a beautiful stone. Dr. Ha Song’s smile spread across his face at the memory. The boy had seemed so angelic, so innocent; he had fallen a little in love with him at that moment.
Then he sighed. Was that disloyal? Although they never publicly stated it, everyone in the Pocket was sure that the two were lovers, and their devotion to one another was clear. If that were true, then he could never act on his growing feelings for Puddle. How could he betray Toot like that?
And yet…Toot went away so often, coming back with tales of the friends he’d made. Were all of those friendships chaste? Was Puddle free to have such a friendship at home when Toot was away? Dr. Ha Song chuckled at himself, shaking his head. How ridiculous. He was a grown man, pondering over childish fantasies and desires. Why would Puddle even be interested in him? He shook his head and put such thoughts from his mind.
As best he could.

*		*		*
Spring was in the air, and Puddle was feeling incredibly relieved. The poison ivy he’d gotten had finally settled to a dull roar. He lay back in his pajamas in the soft bed, looking across at Toot. His best friend…his soul mate. The two had been roommates at school. Friendship had blossomed into something more, and they’d never looked back. Toot and his family were quite wealthy, and it had been easy to purchase their dream house in Woodcock Pocket. It was the perfect place. It had easy access to Logan Airport for the ever-wanderlusting Toot, and a quiet atmosphere for the home-loving Puddle. And they’d made a wonderful home together, with a wonderful life and wonderful friends.
Wonderful friends, Puddle thought to himself with a sigh. Toot was the most special friend, but he was lucky to have so many other good friends. Lily, Tulip, Otto, Desmond, Dr. Ha Song…
He blushed. Dr. Ha Song. The kindly doctor had come over so many times while his poison ivy was bad. He’d gently helped Puddle apply the oatmeal bath, several times. Puddle shivered, remembering how Dr. Ha Song’s hands had felt on his naked skin. The big pig’s touch was so warm and gentle. Toot was an eager lover, and love-making with him was always so energetic and exciting…but Dr. Ha Song’s touch had been calming…soothing…and yet very exciting. He’d blushed when the doctor had noticed his small erection, but the doctor had just smiled and told him not to be embarrassed. A natural reaction, he’d said.
Puddle rolled to his side, his ears flopping. His blue pajamas felt tight and hot in the warming spring night, and he tugged the shirt off, laying there in just the loose bottoms. His hand traced where Dr. Ha Song’s hand had been, and he smiled. The Chinese herbalist had always been so kind. Puddle had felt shy and nervous around such a big pig at first, but the doctor was so sweet-natured and gentle. He remembered the doctor lending him his favorite coin for the beanbag tournament. He hadn’t even been upset when it was lost.
Puddle realized that he was getting erect again, and he squirmed in bed, biting his lip. Was it right to think like this? Ever since it had become obvious that Toot wanted to do a tremendous amount of traveling on his own, the two had had an agreement that whatever happened when they were apart was fine. He knew Toot had taken advantage of their agreement many times, but he never had. Would Dr. Ha Song understand this? Would he even want to be involved?
Puddle blushed, sliding his hand into his pajama bottoms. “Dr. Ha Song,” he whispered. “There’s no poison ivy down there.” He blushed, imagining the old herbalist telling him that they had to be sure it hadn’t spread. As he stroked himself, he hugged his biggest pillow tight, imagining the fatherly herbalist in his arms. And when he came, he muffled his cries into the pillow, imagining it to be Dr. Ha Song’s ample belly. He panted, rolling back to his back, hand and pajamas sticky. But he didn’t mind. He lay there, smiling, until he fell asleep.
*		*		*
The spring came and went, and the summer waxed. There were some moments between the two pigs. Little moments when swimming at the water hole, touches of a hand on a hand, or a certain smile or look. Both of them wondered if the other was thinking what he was thinking, and they both were. Toot went away on several trips – China, where Toot met some eager pandas, Nunavut Canada, where Toot did some stone carving with a polar bear, London, where he lived with a British bear couple. Each time, Puddle thought about going over to Dr. Ha Song’s house, confessing how he felt, risking everything to be with the bigger pig.
Dr. Ha Song often considered going over to the boys’ home when Toot was away, but it never worked out. A patient needed him. Puddle’s cousin Opal was visiting. Puddle wasn’t feeling well (in which case he visited, but only in a professional capacity.) 
Summer stretched into Autumn. Halloween came and went. Dr. Ha Song thought Puddle looked adorable in his wizard costume, and Puddle thought that Dr. Ha Song made the cuddliest penguin ever. But neither of them said it to the other. They just smiled across the room and raised their glasses of cider in salute to one another.
Over Thanksgiving dinner, Toot announced, “I probably won’t be home at Christmastime this year.”
Puddle blinked. “But…we always spend Christmastime together!”
Toot grinned. “I was hoping you’d say that. See, I got a special invitation from my friend Gunther in Germany to come see the Christmas Markets there, and he said I should invite you along. The photos I’ve seen look amazing! There are so many lights, and there’s special food, and…” He blinked, looking at his friend’s falling expression. “What’s wrong, Puds?”
“Don’t get me wrong, Toot,” Puddle said, sighing. “It’s just that…I really like spending Christmas in the Pocket. Everyone’s house gets decorated so brightly.” He began to find his mood lifting as he thought of it. “The snow gets so deep…and the forest gets all quiet. It’s a kind of quiet that only comes at Christmastime.” He looked into Toot’s eyes. “I’d love to see these Christmas Markets, but not on Christmas itself.”
Toot frowned thoughtfully. “Well, I guess I can understand that. Then he smiled, broadly. “Well, but…is it okay if I go? I mean, it’ll only be for a few days. You can celebrate with everyone here, and then we can all celebrate Christmas again when I get back, and then we’ll have New Year’s together.” He grinned. “It’ll be like the best of both worlds. I mean…Christmas…it doesn’t have to be on the day itself, right?”
Puddle thought about that, then smiled a little. “I guess you’re right. Sure, Toot. You go have a good time in Germany, and it’ll be like we had two Christmases each!” 
The two laughed, and they embraced. Toot murmured in his friend’s ear, “A boomerang flies…”
Puddle chuckled. “But always returns.”
“Back where it belongs,” they laughed together in their long-standing ritual, but as Toot pulled away from the hug to go look up flight costs, Puddle sat and thought. “I guess it doesn’t matter if Toot and I celebrate on the day itself, as long as we celebrate it,” he thought. “But I do want to spend Christmas with someone special.” He blushed and thought, “This is when I’ll do it. Dr. Ha Song celebrates Christmas with us, but he doesn’t travel or go see his family. I want to tell him how I feel. I just hope it doesn’t hurt our friendship.”
*		*		*
Everyone had bid Toot goodbye when the taxi came for him, and Puddle smiled and nodded and told everyone he was fine being on his own for Christmas. Everyone was still coming for Christmas dinner, weren’t they? And yes, they all were. And they drifted away, until only Puddle and Dr. Ha Song were left. The two stood in the snow in their winter clothes, looking across the distance between them.
“So,” Dr. Ha Song said, quietly. “You have the place to yourself for Christmas, hmm?”
Puddle nodded. “Opal’s with her parents, but she’ll come visit when Toot comes home and celebrate with us then.”
Dr. Ha Song nodded back, then asked, “Well, I know you’ll have everyone over on Christmas Day…but do you have any plans for Christmas Eve?”
Puddle shook his head. “Not really. I mean, I’ll probably do some last minute present wrapping or bake some cookies and curl up with a book.”
“Ah…yes. Good to have the quiet, yes?”
Puddle smiled. “Yes, it will be.” When he saw Dr. Ha Song’s expression fall a little, he quickly added, “But…I’d love some company. Would you like to come spend Christmas Eve with me, Dr. Ha Song?”
The older pig’s eyes crinkled behind his glasses, and he nodded. “I would be honored, Puddle. I will see you then.”
And they parted, each of them smiling a secret smile.
*		*		*
Christmas Eve could not come soon enough, as far as Dr. Ha Song was concerned. Even just to have the pleasure to spend some quiet time with Puddle would be lovely. He had invited Puddle to meditate with him several times, but each time they’d been interrupted by Toot, or by a call from one of Dr. Ha Song’s patients. Quiet time was hard to come by, even in such a remote place as the Pocket.
Dr. Ha Song looked in the mirror and told his reflection, “I will not be disappointed, no matter what happens. Puddle is my friend, and it will be lovely to spend some time with just the two of us.”
When Christmas Eve came, snow was falling, creating a fresh blanket of white on the ground, muffling the normal forest sounds. Dr. Ha Song put together a little basket, filling it with some freshly baked cinnamon buns and Puddle’s present, wrapped in red and green paper. He had never celebrated Christmas in China, and he’d thought of it as a crass and commercial holiday of the west. When he’d moved to the Pocket, however, he’d come to enjoy the feeling of generosity and community the holiday created. Now he looked forward to it eagerly, and he hoped this Christmas was going to be something very special indeed.
When he arrived, Puddle was shoveling snow. Greetings exchanged, they put Dr. Ha Song’s parcel in the kitchen and the older, bigger pig grabbed the second shovel, even if it were too small. Together, they cleared the house’s walk, then retreated inside. “I’ll make some hot cocoa,” Puddle volunteered. “If you want me to hang up some of your clothes to dry by the hearth, go ahead and…um…” He blushed a little.
Dr. Ha Song smiled. “Hot cocoa sounds fine,” he assured the younger pig, patting his shoulder. “I’ll take off these wet things, and we can hang them by the fire.” He retreated to the bathroom, stripping off his clothing, getting down to his boxers. He supposed there was nothing wrong with that. He was sure that’s what Puddle had meant. When he returned, he found that the smaller pig had already stripped off his own clothes and changed into a robe. “I…um…don’t have any clothes that would fit you,” he explained, biting his lip. 
“Not to worry,” Dr. Ha Song said with a kind smile. “Your fireplace is keeping this room so nice and toasty that I hardly feel I need any.” He smiles. “As long as you’re not embarrassed?”
“Oh, no!” Puddle quickly assured him. “I mean…well…you’ve seen me in my undies plenty of times, as my doctor.” He smiled, shyly. “I guess it’s okay that I see you, right?”
Dr. Ha Song’s eyes crinkled at the corners again as he smiled broadly. “Absolutely not.”
The two of them relaxed, sipping hot cocoa and eating the cinnamon buns. The only sound was the howling of the wind and the crackling of the fire. The two of them found it easy to be silent together. They didn’t speak, but they looked at each other and smiled a lot. Once, Dr. Ha Song noticed Puddle looking him over, only to have the young pig look away when he was caught. It made the big pig chuckle, and he allowed Puddle to “catch” him looking as well.
“Do you want to open your present?” Dr. Ha Song asked after a time.
“Oh…don’t you want to wait til tomorrow?”
Dr. Ha Song smiled. “Well, I thought you might like to have some tonight.”
Puddle blushed a bit. “I…okay.” He opened the package to find it contained a deep green bottle of liquid. There seemed to be a plum floating in it. “Whoa! If this is a package of fruit in syrup, then there’s too much syrup and not enough fruit.”
Dr. Ha Song chuckled. “No. This is plum wine. I actually brew it myself. It has some extra flavors such as Chinese yam, Chinese ginseng, sarsaparilla, and a type of orchid.”
“Wow. I’d love to taste it.” The younger pig blushed, knowing there were no wine glasses. They rarely drank wine. He felt sheepish and a bit childish returning with a pair of mugs, but Dr. Ha Song seemed unphased. He opened the bottle and poured them both a generous portion. Puddle sat on the couch next to his guest, with only a robe, a pair of underwear, and a few inches of space separating them.
“Sheng tan kuai loh,” Dr. Ha Song said, tapping his mug to Puddle’s. “Merry Christmas, Puddle.”
Puddle smiled warmly. “Merry Christmas, Dr. Ha Song.” He took a long drink of the wine, feeling it cool in his mouth and then warm in his belly. He liked the taste, and he was soon feeling flush and relaxed. He looked up at the big, kind doctor, feeling his heart beat a little faster. “I…um…I feel…a little funny,” he admitted.
Dr. Ha Song looked at him. “Oh? Are you alright? You do look rather red. Let me see here.” He scooted closer, slipping one hand past the folds of Puddle’s robe, pressing his tummy, softly. “Does it hurt at all when I do this?”
Puddle trembled, feeling the fingers stroking and caressing, lightly. “Ohhh…no…it doesn’t hurt.”
Dr. Ha Song smiled, gently leaning Puddle back against the couch’s cushions. He untied the robe, watching the young pig’s blush spread. He eased it gently open to reveal that his young friend must’ve hung up his underwear as well. There was nothing but smooth, hairless skin beneath, and a very erect little pig cock. “Well, you certainly look healthy.”
Puddle squirmed. “I…Dr. Ha Song…”
“Shhh. It’s alright, Puddle. I’m right here.” He leaned in, slowly, lips drawing near to the younger pig’s muzzle.
Puddle tensed when their lips touched. Was this right? He knew he wanted it, but…Then he sighed, letting go, closing his eyes, parting his lips, dropping his wine, hands caressing Dr. Ha Song’s chest and belly as the bigger pig slowly nestled up against him.
Dr. Ha Song was in heaven. The boy’s lips were soft and sweet, and the way they parted so invitingly made his loins ache. He circled Puddle’s body with his hands and arms, drawing him close, tongue slipping into the inviting muzzle, exploring the little teeth, wrestling with the boy’s own tongue. He drew back. “Oh, Puddle. I’ve…I’ve wanted this. So much.”
Puddle nodded, rapidly. “Me too, Dr. Ha Song.” He blushed. “It seems silly to keep calling you that, but…”
Dr. Ha Song smiled. “No…it’s nice. You’re still my patient. Only my medical advice has changed.” He kissed the boy’s fingers. “As your doctor, I recommend that you…surrender to what we both want.”
Puddle blushed harder. “Yes, Dr. Ha Song,” he whimpered, as the doctor slowly pushed him onto his back.
Their lips met again and again, kissing hungrily and passionately. Dr. Ha Song tugged the robe entirely off, as best he could, and Puddle helped the old doctor fumble off his boxers. Once they were both naked, their cocks moved against each other, slippery and hard. Puddle looked down, blushing at how small his cock seemed next to the doctor’s…how small all of him looked next to the doctor. 
Dr. Ha Song was thinking of the same thing. “You’re like a child to me…but you have adult needs, don’t you, sweet Puddle?”
Puddle nodded, blushing. “I…I think I need you. Very badly.”
Dr. Ha Song kissed down his little friend’s soft, warm, smooth body, marveling at the total lack of bristly boar hairs. When he reached the stiff little cocklet, he closed his lips around it, suckling delicately. Then pulled off, kissing the tip. “Oh, God…don’t stop, please,” Puddle whimpered, blushing. Dr. Ha Song smiled inwardly and began to suckle and bob, so softly and delicately, not wanting to hurt the precious little member in his muzzle.
Puddle’s hands gripped the edges of the couch cushion. He lay back, legs spread, feeling the doctor’s big hands rubbing up his inner thighs, exploring and caressing. He felt that hot, suckling mouth, the flicking tongue. He opened his eyes, looking down, gasping at the sight. The big pig was relishing every moment, he realized, and the realization made his thick-hoofed toes curl a bit. Toot was a wonderful lover…fun and playful…but he rarely sucked like this, and, when he did, it was clear that he was doing it to pay his partner back, not because he wanted to. There was always something Toot preferred to be doing, and Puddle enjoyed it, too, so he never complained. As he watched Dr. Ha Song suck, however, he felt himself biting his lip, shuddering. “I…Dr. Ha Song…I’m…you’re getting me close already.”
Dr. Ha Song didn’t answer, except to bob and suckle more eagerly. As Puddle tried to warn him again, he gasped instead, as a big finger gently caressed his curly tail, then under to tickle at his hole. He found himself throwing his head back in a squeal of abandon, not caring who might hear, his little cock jumping fast and hot, jets of creamy, sweet boyspunk filling Dr. Ha Song’s muzzle, getting swallowed down easily. “I…oh, God,” the young pig groaned. “That wa...was really wonderful. I…I’m sorry I came in your mouth. I tried to warn you…”
Dr. Ha Song pulled off, smiling, wiping the corner of his muzzle. “What do you mean? You were wonderful! You’re so sweet and mild.”
Puddle was surprised to hear that. “Really? Huh. Toot has never really shown a lot of interest in swallowing.”
Dr. Ha Song nodded. “Well, I am not Toot, am I? Different people have different feelings about these matters. Many might be unwilling to swallow, but I am not, and you are, without a doubt, one of the sweetest boys I’d ever tasted.”
Puddle squirmed under the attention. “I…I really loved it, but…do you want me to…?”
Dr. Ha Song smiled, putting a finger to his lips. He gently rolled the boy onto his belly, massaging and caressing his back. A moan escaped Puddle’s lips. Toot gave good backrubs, but this was beyond a simple rub. Thick, strong fingers worked out knots and tension, slowly causing the young pig to semi-doze, a smile on his face, a pillow hugged under him. “Is that good, Puddle?”
“Yes, Dr. Ha Song,” he murmured, dreamily. “Feels so good.”
Dr. Ha Song traced little placed on Puddle’s body, then pressured them, causing the younger pig’s body to relax, more and more, until the boy was limp under his hands. Then he reached over to his doctor’s bag, opening it and drawing out a bottle of fragrant oil. He worked this into the boy’s muscles, letting him smell the hint of citrus and feel the deep tissue heat.
Puddle sighed, eyes fully closed, drifting on a cloud of contentment. Then he blushed, as he felt Dr. Ha Song’s hands rubbing and massaging his chubby, smooth rump. “You’re so smooth,” he heard the doctor say. “It makes you seem even more boyish.”
Puddle blushed more deeply. “It’s genetic. Toot has…some hairs. But I don’t.”
Dr. Ha Song’s lips kissed the back of his neck. “It’s very sexy,” the chubby pig said. And then Puddle moaned as oil-slippery fingers massaged the globes of his rump and between, tickling his tight hole. This caused his little erection to stir again. Toot loved to fuck him, and he’d found that he was incredibly easy to arouse with ass-play and anal sex. He blushed, squirming, until Dr. Ha Song’s big hands gently pressed him down again. “There, there, Puddle,” the calming voice said. “You’re doing just fine.”
Puddle gave tiny grunts of pleasure as the doctor’s thick finger worked into his hole at last. “Hmmm…seems my little patient likes having his hole played with, hmm?” Puddle blushed harder still, nodding and grunting softly. “That’s my good boy.” Dr. Ha Song kissed along Puddle’s neck and head, lovingly, reaching down to stroke some of the oil into his cock’s turgid flesh. Between the herbs in the wine and the gentle acupressure, Puddle was blissfully relaxed, but he was still a small pig. Dr. Ha Song looked down at the big, thick cock he stroked, knowing it would probably be the largest the boy had ever taken. “We’ll go slow,” he promised, sliding over his little friend’s warm body.
Puddle gasped! He felt the tip of Dr. Ha Song’s cock press to his hole, almost tickling it, making him feel squirmy inside. But he felt so calm and relaxed that he barely moved at all, even as that thickness began to spread him. He was amazed that there was very little feeling of discomfort. When he’d had his first time with the much smaller Toot, it had hurt, even though they’d done everything to prevent it. Now, here he was, about to take a cock almost as thick as Toot’s arm, and he was just loving it. Practice, practice, practice, he thought, giggling a bit drunkenly as the thick shaft worked its way slowly inside.
Dr. Ha Song groaned as Puddle’s ass slowly accepted him. He had known the boy would be tight, but the feeling was far more intense than he’d expected. There was a clenching that was delicious, and a deep, sensual heat that promised of depths that needed to be explored. His arms slipped around Puddle’s body, holding him close as he slowly but surely worked his cock inside his young friend.
They both squirmed and panted and struggled a bit as Dr. Ha Song coaxed and cajoled his way inside. Sometimes an inch or two would sink in a matter of moments, and at other times, there seemed to be no more room to accept the cock, and the doctor would slowly and carefully work his hips around until Puddle cried out!
“Did I hurt you?” Dr. Ha Song hissed, worriedly.
“N-no…” Puddle groaned. “You…you rubbed against…something…inside me. I think I almost just…had a second orgasm.”
Dr. Ha Song chuckled. “That must be your prostate.” He pulled back and pushed in again, grinding over it. Puddle cried out again, body straining. “Haven’t you ever felt that before?”
Puddle shook his head rapidly. “N-never. You’re much deeper than T…than anyone has gone.” He blushed hard.
Dr. Ha Song blushed a bit, but his smile was pleased. “Oh…I think you’re in for a treat, then.” He worked slowly in until his hips snuggled up to the young pig’s bottom. Once there, he held still a few moments, then began to rock, gently, working his cocktip over that prostate on each thrust.
Puddle’s eyes slowly widened as that feeling came over and over and over again. He began to pant through his nose as the big pig’s balls bobbed his, again and again. He gripped the cushion of the couch again as the bigger boar made slow, intense love to him, making his head spin. “Oh…oh, Dr. Ha S-song…no…no one’s ever…” He just trailed off, not sure how he could properly express himself. “I…I mean you…you make me feel…so…ungh!”
Dr. Ha Song leaned over and murmured, “I love you, too, Puddle,” smiling warmly as he finally said it.
Puddle sighed, nodded, and surrendered. He had no idea, afterwards, how long it lasted. He was dimly aware that Dr. Ha Song pushed the robe under him to catch any dripping fluids. He was aware, also, that he came at least twice more…but after that, it sort of ran together. He believed that Dr. Ha Song has made love to him on the couch, then carried him upstairs and made love to him in his own bed. He was dimly aware that, sometime during the night, he’d woken up in Dr. Ha Song’s lap, riding up and down that big cock, but by then, he was so wiped out that he’d just dozed back to sleep. When he awoke, he found himself in just his sticky pajama bottoms. 
He sat upright. He was in his own bed. Had it all been a wet dream? He got up, and a pang of soreness from his ass made him chuckle. Nope. Not a dream. He found Dr. Ha Song asleep on the couch. He smiled, looking at the gentle features set in calm repose, then kissed his lips. “Sheng tan kuai loh, Dr. Ha Song,” he whispered.
The older pig peeked his eye open and smiled. “Your pronunciation is terrible.”
They spent the rest of the day cleaning and cooking, putting the little house in order. There were many exchanged smiles, a few kisses, and a lot of comfortable silence. Dr. Ha Song helped Puddle server Christmas dinner and celebrate with their other friends from Woodcock Pocket. If anyone sensed something different between the two pigs, no one felt inclined to mention it, and it was a very nice Christmas indeed, even if everyone, including Puddle and Dr. Ha Song, admitted it wasn’t the same without Toot there.
At the end of the evening, Dr. Ha Song helped clean up, then smiled. “I think it’s time I went home, Puddle.”
Puddle blinked. “Oh…I…did I do…something wrong?”
Dr. Ha Song chuckled. “Oh, no, Puddle. Not at all. It’s just that my bed is actually big enough for two.” He smiled. “Perhaps you would like to be my guest for the next couple of days? Just until Toot returns, of course.”
Puddle lit up. “Let me just grab my coat.”
They made love that night in Dr. Ha Song’s bed, then lapsed into companionable silence, just holding each other, happily.
*		*		*
“Toot’s coming back today, yes?” Dr. Ha Song said, his smile a little bittersweet. “So you’re going to be going home?”
They were in bed, arms around each other, skin still slick from lovemaking. Puddle nodded. “Yes, I…Toot’s my…well, he’s my other half. I do love you, Dr. Ha Song, but I love Toot, too.”
Dr. Ha Song smiled, leaning over and kissing Puddle’s head. “I love both of you sweet boys. I would never want to come between you.” He thought about it, then chuckled. “Unless, I were…actually cumming between you.”
Puddle giggled at the comment. “Toot might like that. He has a thing for bears, I think. He seems to keep meeting them all over the world. You’re kind of like a pig…bear.” He laughed, brightly.
Dr. Ha Song smiled, hugging his young friend close. “Thank you, Puddle. You have made me very happy, you know. I have wanted this for a long time.”
Puddle leaned up to kiss the older pig’s chin. “Don’t talk like we’ll never do this again. It took us this long to get here, but now that I know you…you know…want to do all this…well…I won’t be so quick to invite Opal over while Toot’s away.”
Dr. Ha Song chuckled, his belly shaking a bit. “And I will make sure not to schedule appointments during times Toot’s gone. You can come stay with me, and we’ll make love as much as we both want.”
Puddle smiled, hugging the doctor’s arm to his chest. “I don’t know…that’s a lot of love.” He grinned, glancing at the clock. “You know…there’s still a few hours before Toot gets home, and we cleaned on Christmas night. So I’m really not busy at the moment.”
Dr. Ha Song grinned, snuggling in, kissing his friend, and soon the only sounds were soft sighs and moans and grunts of effort...
*		*		*
“Wowie zowie!” Toot exclaimed as he entered the little cottage. “The Christmas Markets were great, but it sure is great to be back in the Pocket!”
“It’s great to have you back, Toot,” said Puddle, happily. “Everyone’s going to be excited to see you.”
“I have lots of cool German treats and presents for everyone, too,” Toot grinned.  “It’ll be like Christmas all over again.”
Puddle smiled to himself. “Oh, I don’t think it’ll be quite like this Christmas was.”
Toot cocked an eyebrow and looked at his friend. “Oh? Did something exciting happen while I was away?”
Puddle shook his head, curling into his easy chair with a book and some hot cocoa. “No. Actually, it was very…” He smiled, feeling his loins stir a bit. “Quiet.”