AUTHOR"S NOTE:
This is a work of fiction. All characters and places are of my own creation. All characters are over 18 years of age. Copyright July 2011. This story contains supernatural/fantasy elements: Werewolves and other Wereanimals. This story contains homosexual activity between males. If this offends you, please do not read. If it is illegal where you are, please do not read*.
Mated
Chapter 01 - FUR Night
by mjwolfwriter@gmail.com
Friday night. The 6' 2", 240 pound muscled Were had just left from hanging out with his best friend and work partner, Benjamin, at The Grove. It is only 9:15 pm and he is anxious and nowhere near ready to go home. Actually, anxious isn't quite accurate. Horny as fuck is a better description.
While Benny is great to hang with most of the time, there were occasions like tonight that it is frustrating as hell. Normally, he would have asked Ben over for a movie, snacks and beer. The typical Friday 'thing' they enjoyed. An action or adventure flick and talking about their time in the Marines.
But tonight, the black haired, frost blue eyed Werewolf doesn't need more of Ben's company. He needs something else. Or someone else, to be more precise. Ben is so very 'unavailable', for various reasons. Best to get his mind off Benny and somewhere else. And he knew just the place.
It was with this in mind that Dylan aimed his Cobalt colored SUV in the direction of FUR, Westvale's popular gay establishment run by Weres for Weres. FUR is pretty open. Straights are welcome. Mundanes are welcome. Haters are not.
Dylan pulled into the packed parking lot and managed to locate a space for his monster vehicle. He secured it and headed to the entrance. Already he could hear the thumping beat of the dance music. He was making his way to the end of the line when Tony, the burly head bouncer, motioned him to the front.
"Hey, my man, Dylan!" he called with a grin.
"What's up Tony?" Dylan asked cautiously as he walked over. Two things he didn't want to hear tonight: 1) There's trouble. 2) He's getting preferred treatment. One because he certainly doesn't need trouble. The other is because he really didn't come here enough for special treatment. Most of his social needs were met at The Grove and his network of friends.
"That a loaded question?" Tony winked, all teeth. "Cause I got an answer for ya." hand cupping his crotch.
"Good gods Tony," he said with a chuckle, "you don't wanna disappoint all your adoring fans, now do you?" Dylan nodded towards the line of guys waiting to enter, some of whom were starting to look a bit annoyed at the interaction, either from jealousy or the delay at getting in.
The beefy bouncer grabbed a fistful of Dylan's t-shirt and yanked him close. "Fuck 'em!" he rasped, laying a passionate kiss on his mouth.
"Hmmph!" Dylan exclaimed in surprise as he felt Tony's other hand grope his now stirring package.
Tony continued the kiss and grope several seconds before shoving Dylan back and chuckling. "Now get your hot-ass self inside, killer." he said with another toothy grin and nod towards the door.
Dylan could hear several men shouting various complaints of "Hey!" and "What the fuck?" at Tony's words. "Ah, I believe these guys were ahead of me." he commented, jerking a thumb at the line of irritated men.
"And if they want in, they'll 'SHUT THE FUCK UP!' right now." Tony said with an angry glare at the guys. The look was clearly challenging anyone to defy him. There were several grumbles and murmurs of 'asshole' said under their breath from the waiting patrons, but they all settled down and didn't test Tony's resolve to boot their asses off of the property.
"Way to make me a popular guy." quipped Dylan, heading into the club, half smiling
Inside, FUR has three 'sections' of activity. The main, which has several tables with chairs, and bar stools around the bar. The 'game' area with pool tables, pin-ball, video games and a couple of air hockey tables. And the loudest area, the dance floor. All of them were packed with people, mostly men, talking, drinking, playing games or dancing.
The atmosphere was pulsing and throbbing with the rhythms of the music and feet on the dance floor, the sounds of conversation and games, and the waves of pheromones permeating the place.
By the smell of things, there were fewer mundanes than usual. That tends to happen around the Full moon. Though mundanes who frequent FUR have no problems with the existence of Weres, most are extra cautious at this time of the Lunar cycle. It is well known that even the most even-tempered Were can lose control of their passions during this time than at any other.
Dylan went up to the bar, got a rum and cola, and made his way around the place. He spent about twenty minutes watching the game room, then casually set off to the dance floor. The lights were flashing to the beat of the techno music and the people were gyrating alone or with others in close contact. It was a cacophony of light and sound and scent. Way too busy for his interest tonight.
Weaving his way around the mass of energetically moving people through the dance floor, Dylan was aware of the many sets of eyes following him. Most of which had smiles attached. As he made his way to the opposite side of the room, he noticed one pair that never seemed to waver from him. He also saw the appreciative smirk on the guy's face.
Dylan gave him a closer look as he continued across the floor. The man looks like he is in his late 20's to early 30's, somewhere between 5' 10" and 6' 0", probably about 180 to 190 pounds. Dark auburn hair and light green eyes. He notices that the eyes glimmered slightly in the flashing lights, indicating the man is a fellow Were.
Is this guy really watching me? Curious now, Dylan began zig-zagging around people through the dance floor. Sure enough, the red-headed Were's gaze never left him, but continued to follow his progress among the throng of dancers.
As he made his way closer, Dylan kept sniffing subtly, trying to figure out what the good looking Were was. He is surrounded by a majority of Canine, some Ursine and some Felidae. He knew about the tiger at the door, but the strength of the scent in here spoke to more cats in the place. Mostly cougars, as they are the highest Felidae population in Westvale. As he recalled, bouncer boy is a transplant from the east coast. And apparently loves it here. And has no desire to relocate any time in the near future. So he keeps reminding him. Dylan knew that Tony wasn't going to let up until he got a date out of him. And to be honest, he really isn't opposed to the idea. Tony i**s a very handsome man. Blond, an even 6' and 200 pounds of muscled male with leaf green eyes. Actually, he could picture a date and breakfast in the morning, judging by the kiss and grope. Again, not opposed to the idea. But that would be another time.
Almost to the other side, Dylan felt hands grab his waist from behind and turn him 180 degrees. The man before him was 6' and looked to be about 190 pounds with short black hair, sapphire blue eyes and a toothy grin from ear to ear.
"Heya, tall dark and sexy." he said with a deep voice. "Care for a dance?" asked the bear.
Dylan didn't want to be rude, but he is definitely more intrigued by that red-headed guy right now. "Uhm, perhaps later, sexy." he said with a smile and a wink. He gave the man a couple of friendly thumps on his shoulder and turned to continue his path towards the red-head.
Needless to say, he is somewhat disappointed when he doesn't see him. The place the man had been standing in is empty. Oh HELL no! he thought. After all that eye contact, he has to find this guy.
When he finally reached the far side of the dance floor Dylan looked around the vacant section of wall to see if the guy had left a jacket or something that might indicate an intention to return to the room. Again, disappointment. The only item there is an empty soft drink bottle on the nearby drinks ledge. Fuck!
He sniffed again to try and discover what the guy was. Since the red-head had only recently left the spot and nobody else had yet to step into it the man's scent would still be strong. Dylan's nostrils flared slightly and he grinned to himself. Definitely wolf.
Sometimes the eyes can fool. He still found it odd that they made contact lenses that fake Were eyes. But the scent, well....that was a different story. He is in no way prejudice against mundane men. Dated a few in the past. But he does prefer Weres. They just turn him on more.
Thinking that maybe the guy went for another beverage, he decided to go check out the main room. Entering, he scans the room carefully from the edge. He stands, hands on hips, checking out the crowd.
He drew more looks and smiles. Some of which he knew was due to his choice of t-shirt this evening. It was a tight, black shirt with white lettering: * There* wolf....there castle. Almost never failed to bring some chuckles. It certainly did a lot to display his sense of humor, too. Even got him a date once. Experience had shown him that any Were amused by the shirt was a good guy. He isn't terribly fond of guys that take themselves too seriously. He certainly hoped this red-head is in the amused category. If he could locate him.
He quickly wove through the patrons, still glancing around the room. Not at the bar. Not at a table either. Damn! Where the hell did he go? He even checked the Men's room. No sighting. Just to be thorough, he decided to check outside. Maybe he went for a smoke.
Setting his now emptied glass in the designated space on the bar, Dylan worked his way through the crowded main room to the entrance. He got all of two steps out of FUR before he is yet again accosted by Tony.
FUR's chief of security grabbed his right bicep and yanked him to the side. "Hey hey hey....leavin' so soon, sexy?"
"Whoa there, tiger." Dylan replied with a grin. "Just getting' a bit of fresh air."
"Well, if it's somethin' fresh your lookin' for..." Tony said, waggling his eyebrows and showing enough whites to fill a piano.
"Tony..." Dylan remarked, "you really are something." he said shaking his head with a light chuckle.
"You better believe it, Mister." Tony shot back with a wink.
Time to throw him off guard a bit. Dylan thought. He whirled to face the Weretiger and placed both his palms on Tony's muscled chest, then rushed him back against the wall just behind him. He got a brief thrill from the shocked look on the big bouncer's face. Pressing his body into the man and bringing his mouth up to the tiger's ear he whispered in a horse voice "Ya know Tony....if you're really, really good....you might get yourself a playdate sometime." As Dylan spoke, his right leg pushed between Tony's and his hand was rubbing and squeezing Tony's now rapidly growing bulge. He finished by licking up his jaw and nipping Tony's earlobe lightly.
Dylan backed away from the stunned Were and turned to walk off. He grinned at the line of amazed club-goers and said "Careful around the Big Dawg." winking and chuckling as he went to continue his search for the red wolf.
"Fuck me." Tony let out breathlessly, regaining his senses and readjusting himself as he watched Dylan's back move further away.
One interesting feature that FUR has is a garden on its eastern side. The whole area is enclosed by 8 feet tall hedge walls. Included are several small, semi-private alcoves with a stone bench in each. Fruit trees grow throughout. The center of the garden contains a bubbling fountain and two large stone tables. This area is used frequently for large parties and events. On a hunch, Dylan decided to check it out.
The entrance to "FUR Garden" is a ten feet opening in the hedge wall. There is a chain-link gate that secures it when FUR is not open. It is mainly for the mundanes. Most Weres could get in if they really wanted to, after all.
Stepping inside, it is much quieter, the hedges muffling much of the sounds outside. Within the garden, Dylan could hear the rustling of leaves in the breeze and the splashing of the water from the fountain. He could also just make out the sounds of quiet conversations of others. And other activities as well. While sexual encounters were not encouraged, everyone knew it happened. So the basic rule was....keep it as quiet and as out of sight as possible. Mostly, it worked.
Every few feet along the hedges inside are small lights. The type used to mark walkways. More of them marked a path to the garden's fountain. Dylan stopped half a dozen feet into the garden and raised his nose into the air. He still had a good sense of Red's scent from inside FUR.
He smiled broadly to himself. The breeze was light and it only took a few moments to pick up the Were's trail. He was sure the man is in here.
Slowly, he began following the wisps of pheromones left by this intriguing Were. After several minutes it became obvious that Red was playing some sort of Hide-and-Seek with him. That thought occurred at the third tree he came across with the guy's scent all around it. Like...on the tree, on purpose. He had to have touched them, not just walked by, to get that much scent on them.
Dylan made a low throaty growl of excitement at what he considered confirmation of interest. Game On!
The trail led him to the farthest corner alcove. He had to laugh at what he saw on the ground at the entrance of the little quiet space. A small rock sat on a piece of notebook paper that looked as if it had been folded and carried around quite a bit. On the paper was written "X marks the spot" in bold block letters and an arrow pointing inside.
Dylan picked the paper up off of the ground and stuffed it in a back pocket before stepping into the little spot of seclusion. Upon entering, he found Red sitting in the rear of the alcove on the bench. And the sight made his heart pump faster.
The red wolf has a broad grin on his face and sparkling eyes. His shoulders are back against the hedge wall, with his legs stretched out. His shirt is up just enough to show a hint of his apparent six-pack abs and his jeans open just enough from his left hand down his pants to show a little of his happy trail.
"Well it's about damn time you showed up. Was thinkin' I'd have to go on a search mission here." He chuckled softly and winked. "So...what do you think so far, handsome?" he asked, sliding his free hand up his abs and taking his shirt up a few more inches to reveal a truly great looking, lightly furred six-pack indeed.
Dylan growled in appreciation. "Oh, a few things come to mind." he said, voice thick with lust. He could feel his cock raising already at those thoughts.
"I'm Zack. What do I call you? Besides hot, of course." remarked the obviously aroused Were with another one of those winks of mischief. His hand movement left no doubt that he was now hard or very close to it.
"I'm Dylan. Nice to meet you Zack." he said, getting closer and extending his right hand.
Zack grasped his hand and stood up. After a quick handshake and nod of his head, he releases Dylan's hand and closes the small gap between them. With his chest suddenly firmly against Dylan's, he wraps his right arm around the slightly larger wolf's back and his left hand went up to grip his neck and pull down slightly.
Dylan notices two things right off. First, Zack's nips were hard. Second, and more importantly, Zack had used the hand that was down his pants to reach up to his neck on purpose. Dylan's nostrils flared at the musky smell of an aroused man on it and his cock was now very hard, almost painfully so.
Figuring what Zack had in mind, he lowers his face and fully engages in the passionate kiss. He embraces the red wolf tightly and then slides his hands down his back to grip his firm ass. He growls into the kiss as he squeezes Zack's well formed ass lightly.
"Fuck, you are a hot one, aren't you?" Dylan said, pulling back from the kiss.
"Oh, I'm just getting started hot stuff." came the reply. With that, Zack let go and slid down the big dark-haired wolf's front and came to a rest on his knees. He looked up at the Were and then stuck his face in Dylan's groin, inhaling deeply. Then he pressed his lips onto the man's engorged meat encased in denim.
Having gone without underwear this evening, Dylan gasps at the sensations of Zack's breath, then lips on his rock-hard cock through nothing but the jeans. "Oh fuck." he whispers. At his feet, Zack grins up at him.
Dylan watches as the man reaches both hands up to his belt and quickly unbuckles him. His heart is racing as Zack proceeds to go for his pants button, unfastens it, and pulls the opening apart a few inches. There is a decidedly wicked little grin on the red Were's face as he does so.
Zack leans in and takes a big sniff, his nose touching Dylan's tanned flesh. He lets out a little growl of his own as he sticks his tongue out and licks. "Oh yeah!" he says pulling his head away.
"Something you like?" Dylan rasps. The feel of the man's breath and then tongue on him made his cock twitch and he desperately wanted it freed.
"More and more, Dylan." With that, Zack takes hold of the zipper and carefully unzips him as quickly as he can. He then reaches out and slides the jeans down Dylan's legs and smiles at the sight of Dylan's fully hard cock as it springs free and points up at an angle.
Now Zack is the one to gasp. The beast had to be around 8 inches and thick, with a clear bead of pre-cum at the tip. His tongue quickly darts out and laps it up. His eyes close as he moans. He opens then and glances up to meet Dylan's lustful gaze. He doesn't look away while he slips his hands around to the aroused stud's ass and pulls him closer as he opens his mouth, taking the rigid cock between his lips.
"Oooh fuck." Dylan groans. He grasps Zack's head with both hands and slowly pulls him deeper onto his cock. "Fuck yeah, that's it....take it Zack." he growls as he does.
He quickly settled into a steady back and forth rhythm, varying fast and slow strokes. When he stopped Zack kept working, bobbing on his cock and playing with his loaded balls with his right hand as his left was down his own pants.
After several minutes Dylan removed his cock from Zack's talented mouth and pulled him up. No sooner was he standing than he was rushed against the hedge behind him and Dylan's mouth was greedily over his.
As their tongues dueled, Dylan stuck his hand down into Zack's underwear and firmly gripped his hard shaft. The highly aroused auburn wolf moaned into his mouth as he was jacked slowly. The dark Were drew his hand to Zack's cockhead and felt it was slick. He pulled his hand out and noted the large amount of pre-cum.
"Now that does look tasty." he commented and in rapid order was dropping down Zack's front, taking the excited Were's pants and underwear with him. Fully erect, Zack's cock slapped his belly before pointing right at Dylan's smiling face. A quick lap at the drooling cockhead before him and then Dylan had it in his mouth, tongue swirling around the inflamed mushroom and sucking gently.
He was delighted at the younger man's moans and whimpers of pleasure. In no time he was gripping the globes of Zack's ass and pulling his cock deeper. He sucked for a few moments, then released his cock to lick and suck at his smooth balls. Dylan tongued them generously before rising back up to embrace Zack and again cover his mouth in a deep, hard kiss.
Their cocks ground into each other and became slick with both of them leaking their pre-cum all over. Both men continued until Zack said he was about to shoot. Dylan quickly let go and dropped to envelop his cock. He had just enough time to take the hard rod deep before Zack's cock erupted, pulsing, sending his warm cream down Dylan's eagerly swallowing throat.
"Fuuuuck!" Zack let out, breath ragged and legs trembling. He was barely able to stand for a few moments, his hands on Dylan's shoulders, as his breathing returned to normal.
Dylan sucked a few more times, getting the last bit of cum from the slowly deflating meat and rose to meet Zack's mouth, sharing the last drops with the still trembling stud. "How ya like that, hotness? What you expected?" he asked with a mischievous grin.
"OH my GOD!" Zack replied. "Fucking intense.. But we are not done yet."
"Oh, is that so?" It sounded like a challenge. Dylan laughed lightly. He was definitely not finished with this hot little Were, but he was certainly a little amused by the look of distress on the guy.
"Well...I mean....I have a place close by and I would really like to have that huge dick in me. What do ya think, sexy?" Zack inquired cautiously.
Dylan's face got a serious look as if he was really thinking about it, then his smile broadened and his eyes got a sparkle of their own. "I think you are so going to get it." he laughed.
Zack let out a sigh. Then, with a puzzled look "You had to think about it?"
"Oh hell no, but you just looked so adorable there, I had to mess with ya a little. You have transportation?"
"I walked. Told ya, I'm close by." He did a little eyebrow wag that was just so captivating.
"Well, how about you hop in my vehicle and tell me where to head?" Dylan said as he pulled his jeans up and went about securing himself to leave.
"Sounds good." was the reply as Zack made himself ready to go as well.
With both of them all zipped and buckled and ready, Dylan lead Zack to his SUV and unlocked it. They got in, buckled up, and Zack gave directions to his place. During the drive, it seemed he couldn't keep his hands off of Dylan...lightly rubbing his inner thigh and on occasion grazing his package. The grin was apparently a permanent fixture.
After arriving at the indicated address, Dylan was nearly dragged to an apartment in the basement level of the All-Were housing complex. Zack quickly had the door opened, both of them inside, and the door relocked.
"So....this...." was as far as Zack got before Dylan had his arms and shoulders pinned to the apartment's steel door in a "goal-post" formation. The bigger Were wasted no time in covering Zack's mouth with his own, his tongue exploring hungrily. After a moment of the passionate kiss, Dylan stepped back a couple feet, sliding his hands down to rest on Zack's chest.
He smiled at the younger auburn and said "You were saying?" Dylan got a devilish amusement out of derailing this sexy guy's train of thought.
"I was....um....ah...." Zack stammered. "What do you think?"
"I think you are way too dressed." he stated, grabbing the bottom of Zack's shirt and pulling it up and off of him. No sooner did the shirt hit the floor than Dylan had his face in the man's chest, sniffing, licking and kissing.
A throaty growl escaped him as he continued to savor Zack's lightly furred pecs. One hand was on the moaning Were's lower back while the other was caressing his abs. "Damn, you're a hot lil fucker." he rumbled.
Dylan worked his way down to that awesome six-pack, getting on his knees so he could give it proper attention. Both of his hands found their way to Zack's pant covered ass and held it firmly as he lapped at each defined fur-dusted muscle. This guy was almost intoxicating.
The sound of Zack's moans of pleasure added fuel to his lust for him and he was soon undoing the man's belt. Pants and underwear quickly found their way to Zack's feet. This gave Dylan unobstructed access to the delicious happy trail leading the way to his beautiful cock and balls. A trail he followed slowly and deliberately.
Just beginning to give attention to Zack's shaved balls he felt a hand trying to push his head away. He ignored it and continued his intent to lick. It became apparent that Zack wanted him to stop when he felt his head pushed more firmly from his target.
"Waitwaitwaitwait." Zack chattered. "Hold on."
Wondering what was going on, Dylan looked up at Zack. "What's the matter?" he asked, the slightest hint of annoyance tingeing his voice.
The twenty-something let out one of those 'Here we go' exhales. "Well....um....a couple things."
To Dylan, he looked anxious. He thought for a few seconds on what to say, then replied evenly "And those would be?"
"Well....first off...." he started with a grin "you're way too dressed." tugging lightly on Dylan's shirt at the shoulder.
Dylan looked like he was giving that some serious consideration, then "And the other thing?"
"I pictured this happening in the bedroom." Another one of those damn sexy eyebrow wags.
The kneeling Were stood and crossed his arms over his chest. "So....you've given this some thought, have you?" His left eyebrow raised and his voice sounded almost parental.
"Umm...." Zack blushed "yeah, a bit." He got one of those sheepish grins, as if he was caught in the act of being naughty.
Dylan's feelings were somewhat mixed. Horny as fuck still held. But he also didn't want to ruin Zack's experience. What the hell, he thought just go with it. However it played out, the guy was definitely his for the night. "Okay." he laughed. "Lead on." he continued with a little wave of his hand in a 'show the way' manner.
"Awesome!" the auburn Were exclaimed, perking up. He quickly pulled his underwear and pants up then, grabbing Dylan's hand, he quickly lead him to his bedroom.
The bedside lamp was already on, casting a cozy warm glow to the room. The covers of the bed had been pulled back, awaiting the owner's return it seemed. The room's walls were lightly decorated. A poster of a National Park on one, a Westvale University banner on it's opposite wall, and a rainbow 'Were Pride!' poster on the wall across from the bed.
"Ta da!" Zack said with a grin, raising his hands in the air.
Dylan took in the room and it's owner with a smile. Damn, but that grin is infectious. "Okay stud, now what?"
"There's still that clothing issue. We need to fix that right away.? Zack replied in a serious tone and quick head nod.
"That's easy enough to remedy." the big Were stated, grabbing at his shirt to untuck it.
"No!" Zack blurted. "I mean....let me, please?" he added.
"Just how much thought have you given this?" Dylan inquired as he dropped his hands from his shirt.
"Quite a lot, really. Probably more than I should admit." he said blushing again. Then he motioned to Dylan's shirt. "So, can I?"
"Alright handsome," Dylan said sweeping his arms up to shoulder level, "do as you will." he chuckled. He'd never had a guy undress him completely before. It might be fun.
"Fucking awesome." Zack exhaled, almost like he'd held his breath waiting for a reply. He lost no time getting to his knees, untying and removing Dylan's boots, then socks. Still kneeling, he reached up and untucked his tee shirt all around before standing.
Once on his feet, Zack slipped his hands under the shirt and slowly raised it up the sexy man's body a few inches at a time, stopping periodically to lick and kiss along the way.
For his part, Dylan was enjoying watching the obvious delight of the little auburn stud as well as the sensations he was giving him. This whole 'letting a guy undress you bit' was definitely a good thing. "Is this everything you..." he began.
"Yes!" Zack proclaimed, cutting him off. "And so much more." He finished removing the shirt and tossed it over with the boots and socks. "So much more." he repeated breathlessly as he nuzzled his face into Dylan's hairy chest, licking between his pectorals as his hands embraced the built Were.
"Well I'm glad you're enjoying." Dylan chuckled lightly, placing a hand on Zack's back and caressing. He could definitely get used to this.
"Ummhmmm."the entranced wolf uttered before releasing Dylan and once again falling to his knees in front of him. He rubbed a hand over Dylan's belly a few times with some appreciative murrs. He chuckled shyly, saying "Sorry, distracted." and continued with his undressing efforts. Zack deftly unbuckled the belt and proceeded to unfasten the jeans.
As he had in the garden, he stopped a moment to inhale the scent of the well developed man before him and took a small lick. A short moan escaped him then he returned to removing the last of Dylan's clothes. When finished, he sat back on his heels and took in the view of the now nude Were. "Fan-fucking-tastic!"
Dylan stood there, feet apart, hands on hips and hard cock up at a 45 degree angle, leaking pre-cum. He grinned broadly at Zack. "I take it you approve." he laughed. He moved his right hand up to his chest and rubbed his pecs a little, then caressed his way down his torso in a slow seductive way. He brushed his fingers lightly over his treasure trail before continuing lower to grasp his cock at it's base and shaking it teasingly at the captivated Zack.
"Oh my god, yes." the auburn whispered huskily. He took his eyes off of Dylan long enough to sit and remove his own shoes and socks. He got back to his knees and leaned in to lap at Dylan's leaking cockhead.
"Aww, fuck!" Dylan gasped, head thrown back. He let the sexy auburn stud get a few more licks before he reached down to pull him up. With his left hand he pulled Zack's head close for a deep kiss, his right hand groping the aroused man's bulge through his clothes.
After a few moments of tongue play, he disengaged and hooked a finger into the top of Zack's jeans front and tugged lightly a few times. "Forgetting something?" he quipped.
"Oh, uh, yeah." Zack muttered, fumbling with the button. He quickly had his jeans open and shucked them along with his underwear, both flying across the room to land on the pile of Dylan's clothes. "So, umm, ta da." he grinned as he spread his arms out and did a little twirl, showing his body off to Dylan.
"Mmmmm, hot. Get the fuck over here studpup." Dylan growled, grasping Zack's hard cock and pulling him closer. It didn't take much.
Zack was quick to close the short distance and found himself against the big built Were in a tight embrace. Their erections dueled with each other as Dylan ran his hands all over Zack's back and lightly furred ass.
The clearly pleased auburn wolf lay his head against the dark Were and wrapped his arms around him and just held on making sounds of contentment.
Dylan broke their embrace and said "As great as this is, why don't we take this to the bed?" jerking his head in that direction. Zack smiled wide and jumped onto his bed, landing spreadeagle on his belly. A look back from him had Dylan right beside him, hands playing over his back and ass. Several minutes later, Dylan moved further across the bed and indicated that Zack should take the middle.
The larger man rapidly repositioned himself to straddle Zack's legs and began to massage him from neck down, slowly and methodically. He left no part of the sexy guy's back untouched. When he reached the ass he was equally attentive, squeezing and caressing the firm globes. Several times, he ran a thumb up and down the crack, eliciting moans.
"You know you..." Zack started.
"Lube?" Dylan interrupted. He knew where this was going. And preparation was all part of the play. All of this was ratcheting up the heat for the both of them.
"Bedstand, second drawer." was the reply without hesitation.
Once back on the bed with the lube, Dylan crawled between Zack's again spread legs. He spent several moments playing with those fuzzy globes again, this time with some licking and little nips added.
Ready to continue, he squeezed a good sized dollop of the lubricant onto his fingers. Using his other hand, he pulled a cheek apart and started in on Zack's waiting hole. He took his time slowly massaging around and in. The moans and whimpers escalated and by the time he had worked three fingers inside, he knew they were both ready.
Okay studpup, you ready for this?" he asked, knowing the answer. But he had to ask anyway just in case.
"Less talk, more fuck." Zack rasped then giggled, wagging his ass at Dylan.
"As you wish." Dylan responded hoarsely. He scooted closer, nudging Zack's thighs further apart. Placing a palm on the Were's back just above the mounds of his gorgeous ass, he leaned in and guided his cock to the slick hole. He pushed slow and steady, stopping when the head popped inside. Both gasped.
Moving to lay his chest against Zack's back, Dylan slid his arms under the hot Were in a tight embrace and nuzzled into his neck. Zack's moans grew louder as the muscled wolf continued to plant his rock hard cock deeper in him. Dylan let out a satisfied grunt as he sank the last bit home. "Oh fuck, you feel so damn good." he said, just pausing to enjoy the feel of the sexy little guy beneath him.
After a corresponding reply Dylan set into a steady fuck rhythm, alternating slow and fast strokes. Many minutes later, he pulled out to a moan and confused "What?" from Zack.
"On your back, hotstuff." Dylan said gruffly, smiling.
Letting out a sigh Zack quickly flipped over and brought his legs up, holding them to give Dylan access to his eager ass. His eyes are full of lust as he licks his lips, waiting.
Taking a moment to admire the crazily sexy Were, Dylan soon re-enters his hot love tunnel, planting himself fully. He rests his hands on either side of the man's body and leans in for a passionate kiss as he starts a slow rhythm.
After a good twenty minutes, his fuck strokes get faster and harder. Harsh grunts escape at every thrust and he can feel his release building. Zack is moaning loudly and his head is thrashing from side to side. The ecstasy is clear.
"So close Zack....you want me to pull out?" Dylan huffed.
"Don't you fucking dare!" he growled, hands gripping fist-fulls of sheets.
Dylan got several more hard thrusts before he gave a final deep thrust and tensed, a loud deep wolf howl coming from him as he shot his pent up load deep into the auburn wolf. As he felt Dylan's cum exploding into him, Zack's own cock sent his own cum spurting between them, covering both their chests in warm sticky cream.
Pulling out and flopping down beside Zack, they both lay there catching their breath. When he was again breathing normally, the younger man leaned over and gave Dylan a long kiss as he caressed his muscled chest, fingers playing with his fur. "Fucking Awesome!" he exclaimed after ending the kiss.
They both laughed and lay on their sides, Zack spooning his back into Dylan, who draped his arm over him and pulled him in tight. They remained that way, sleep finally taking them both.
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