An Old Friend from Werewolf College
Eager to see his friend again, Wayne Werewolf waits in a bar, watching the time tick away until Harry would be passing through the doors. And it will be the first time they see each other since their old days in college...
All but fidgeting in his seat, Wayne the Werewolf was excitedly sitting at a bar, waiting for the arrival of his best friend from Werewolf College. It had been way too long since they got to see each other again and had so much to catch up on. They had talked earlier on the phone, his friend informing him that he would be in town for a few days. Hearing that, Wayne was all too happy to set up a date and place to meet him.
Now sipping on his drink while still waiting, Wayne’s ears perked up when he heard the ring of the bar’s door. He looked back with hope and sure enough there was his old friend, Harry. The chubby white wolf, dressed in his signature sheep patterned shirt met his gaze and instantly beamed. He stepped right up to the bar and sat right down next to the other werewolf, his tail thumping against the seat as he wagged.
The two started talking and catching up over many drinks. Reminiscing about the old days soon turned into them talking about their current lives, including their respective grievances.
“Yeah, I listened to the other head a few too many times. Now I got more kids than I can keep up with,” Wayne told his friend after downing another glass. “What about you?”
“Oh my dreams of becoming a thespian were dashed when I became indebted to the Scary Godmother,” Harry complained.
The two talked for a bit longer and had another drink. By now they had enough to knock any human out cold but for them it was just enough to make them buzzed. “How about we get out of here?” Wayne asked. He offered to pay for them but Harry still pitched in, having learned his lesson from not having money to pay for pizzas.
Now out and about, Harry revealed that he was staying in a motel room for the duration of his visit. It was just down the block. As they walked side by side, Harry recalled an old prank they pulled on the freshmen when they were seniors. The story put them in a good mood when they arrived at the motel. Unlocking the front door and letting them in, Harry and Wayne sat down on the bed. Feeling comfortable, the white werecanine turned on the TV.
So focused on thinking back on his college days and feeling the effects of the alcohol, the white furred werewolf had forgotten about what he had been watching before he left to see Wayne. Playing on the screen in front of them was a porno catered specifically to werewolves, featuring a human twink and a large, burly lycan on top.
“Oh, I forgot I was- I mean…” Harry stammered.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen this one,” Wayne commented, keeping his eyes on the screen. “Damn, it’s pretty hot.”
“Uh, y-yeah,” Harry agreed. He and Wayne started to watch. Not wearing pants, it was easy to see when Harry was starting to get aroused from it. The red tip poking from his swollen sheath caused Wayne to start sniffing, picking up on werewolf arousal. Following the scent, he looked over to see Harry’s length poking halfway out its sheath.
Wayne felt himself hardening as well, his own cock getting hard in his pants. He was looking directly at Harry and his particularly thick shaft. And the tent in his pants was leaving hardly anything to the imagination. He looked up to see Harry’s eyes locking with his. Realizing they were doing the same thing, the pair chuckled.
“Just like back then, huh?” Wayne asked. Harry had almost forgotten. This was nothing new for them. That’s why he was feeling no awkwardness beyond the sudden playing of the porn. So he decided to just go for it, taking off his shirt as well, while Wayne was quickly taking off his pants, revealing himself as well.
“How many times did we do this back in college?” Harry then asked when they were both nude.
“Huh. I really can’t remember,” Wayne responded. Together the pair gripped their respective shafts. “I do remember that we wore a lot of tapes out.”
In the quiet of the room, Harry was the first to reach down and grasp his wolfhood. His fingers glided gently over the sensitive erection, sending shivers down his spine at the first contact. His arousal was already at its peak, and with a slight bite to his lip, he took a firm hold of himself. His fingers squeezed gently at the tip, igniting a surge of pleasure that coursed through his body.
Together, they moved their hands back and forth in a slow, steady rhythm. A low moan escaped Harry's lips, soon joined by Wayne's own vocalization of pleasure. The privacy to express themselves without restraint and nostalgia of their youth added to the already intense arousal they were both experiencing.
Precum had already begun to leak from their tips, making their fingers slick and warm. Masturbation was nothing new to either, but the excitement of this moment came from the porn they were watching and their close proximity, sitting side by side on the bed.
With his other hand, Harry cradled his balls. The white werewolf’s dominant hand continued to firmly grasp his erection, while the other now gently massaged his sack. He basked in the dual sensations of pleasure coursing through him. He was a pretty lucky guy when it came to size below the belt; endowed with not only a much thicker than average shaft but also a fat low hanging pouch.
His fingers glided along the smooth fur, feeling the orbs’ churning. His palm was slick with precum, which dripped down generously, coating his balls just as thoroughly as his shaft. Harry reveled in the sensation of the messiness, each movement sending a jolt of pleasure through him and producing a slick wet sound.
Holding nothing back either, Wayne was paying equal attention to the tip and base of his cock. This led to him leaking precum as well, which slowly trickled down to coat his palm. The sensation intensified from there, sending waves of pleasure through his body, causing him to pant and even tremble a bit in delight. Being a busy father didn’t give him much time to take care of himself nowadays. He was way more pent up than he thought. The brown werewolf's gaze never wavered from his lower half, taking in the impressive sight of his longer-than-average cock. Stroking upwards and down again produced even more precum, and the pleasure escalated to new heights.
He seemed to have fun sliding his hand along the inches, going all the way up before sliding his way back down again. Making all of this even better was the porn playing right in front of him. The human was taking a fat wolf cock into his ass, keeping it stretched and winking when the shaft would pull out completely, only to be jammed in afterwards. The sight was more than enough to keep Wayne leaking, but not as much as Harry.
“You haven’t changed a bit,” Wayne said, looking over at the mess his friend was producing.
“Wow. I forgot how long it was…” Harry marveled, seeing Wayne’s shaft pulsing, as if for the first time again.
“Remember how we were back then? Those who stepped into our form had to choose between ‘long’ or ‘thick.’ And a lot of them chose both.”
They continued to palm themselves but Hary kept his eyes on Wayne. His mere gawking turned into a desire that he acted upon, reaching his hand out and taking hold of his friend’s cock. For himself, he felt the long and smooth shaft throbbing against his fingers. Wayne was surprised but let him keep going, easing his own hands off. The other werewolf moaned from being stroked in a different way from Harry’s big and messy hand.
“Wow… It’s been a long time since I’ve felt it. Has it gotten bigger?” Harry asked.
“I could ask you the same thing,” Wayne asked, reaching out to grip Harry’s own length, letting out a gasp as his own when he really felt the girth for himself. His hand was smaller than the other werecanine’s and he was hardly able to wrap his hand fully around.
The sensation of being touched by another person was vastly different than touching oneself. With a low moan, they each pulled at the other's length, starting with slow, even strokes. Harry couldn't help but groan at the feeling and returned the favor, gripping Wayne's cock firmly and tugging harder.
Wayne gasped in surprise and almost fell back onto the bed at the surge of pleasure that ran through him. Pre-cum was now freely flowing from both of their cocks, and the pulsing sensation was growing stronger as their arousal continued to build. Their hands were now coated in the slick fluid, making it easier to glide up and down with each stroke. As they continued to touch each other, they could hear the sound of their hands sliding up and down, becoming louder and more pronounced as even more precum was released. The wet, slick sounds of their hands at work only served to heighten their arousal and make the experience even more intense.
Wayne struggled to not just yell out, as he never imagined the feel of Harry's hand would be so incredible on its own. The larger, rougher hand had a full grip on him, and the unique style of gripping and stroking sent tingles and waves through him that surpassed his expectations.
Synchronized in their movements, the two would gradually increase their pace. If Harry were to take the lead, Wayne would follow suit, and vice versa, ensuring their rhythm remained consistent. The pleasure between them continued to build as they gave each other their undivided attention. Harry would occasionally squirm, reacting to the smooth gliding of Wayne's hand up and down his length, made even better by the ever increasing amount of precum.
Lost in their own world, they paid minimal attention to the porn video playing in the background. The combined sounds of their pants and the wet slaps from their hands moving in was outdoing the volume of the video.
That video soon ended, but Harry and Wayne remained, still aiming to reach their own fulfillment. They both concentrated on pleasuring the other with fervor. Harry took the lead, his arm working tirelessly to keep up the up-and-down motions on his friend's cock, still giving attention to every inch. Picking up the pace from there, his hand then almost became a blur. Wayne let out a cry louder than he intended, but he quickly regained his composure and quickened his own strokes, trying his best to keep up with Harry's pace.
They were so consumed by their actions that neither noticed who reached their peak first. Wayne had his eyes shut tight and Harry's head was thrown back in ecstasy. Together, they reached their climax, releasing streams of built-up seed. It spurted from their tips, arching in the air momentarily before splattering down onto the bedding and their own pelts. Wayne's hand trembled as he continued to hold Harry's wolfhood, leaving trails of cum on his own body as the rest of his load marked the area in front of him.
Overwhelmed by their orgasms, Harry and Wayne finally released each other. It was only then that they took a moment to look at each other and the mess they had created together.
“Wow. Just as much as me. That explains where all the cubs came from,” Harry said with a chuckle. Even after all of that they were still horny and erect. Being the glutton that he was, Harry licked the cum from his hand, getting a taste for Wayne’s essence and very much enjoying it. “Need some help with that?” he asked. Before waiting for an answer, he was already leaning over, hovering his muzzle over his fellow werecanine’s crotch.
“Uh, sure,” Wayne said, figuring it was best to go along with it.
Starting at the pointed tip, moving down the shaft, and back up again, the white furred werewolf traced his friend's length with his tongue. As the next lap began, his tongue swept over the tip, and another taste of the other werewolf's seed made him moan. It was becoming harder for Harry to control himself. After another lick he pulled back but kept his snout close. Trusting his instincts, Harry parted his jaws and slowly enveloped the messy length. Carefully, he took the inches inside, and his ears twitched as Wayne's moans became even louder.
“Oh fuck…” Wayne couldn't help but tremble from the sensation. Soon, all of his length was swallowed, enveloped by a warm mouth that was now moving up and down. The pace remained consistent, but in place of a hand, he now felt a soft tongue that was able to swipe and twirl around the circumference.
Harry continued to softly moan around his friend's cock. As he bobbed his head in a rhythmic motion, he lapped up more of the other wolf's release. His free hand returned to work, this time gently massaging Wayne’s brown-furred balls. The combination of the blowjob and the ball stroking made Wayne groan, a sound that sent shivers down Harry's spine.
“Y-your mouth is really soft… Urrgh!” Wayne clutched the bed sheets as the larger werewolf's muzzle glided along his length. Those soft lips reached all the way down to his knot before slowly pulling up, stopping just short of slipping off the tip. The feeling of the tongue swirling over the tip always made him shudder. His claws dug into the blanket as Harry pushed his head down further, it all back into his throat without flinching or gagging.
For Harry, the chance to do this with his old friend was a reward in itself. He took all of Wayne into his mouth and throat, his nose buried in the brown fur of the other canine's crotch. He moaned around the cock in his throat, feeling the throbs grow stronger, so he began to move his head faster.
He looked up and saw the look of pleasure on Wayne's face. The other werewolf panted and gripped the sheets tighter, looking down at him. The increased pace of the blowjob brought a spike of pleasure that shot through him. The tongue moved faster as well, and being sucked, licked, and having his balls caressed all at once brought waves of intense pleasure that coursed through him.
Now the precum was flowing freely into Harry's throat, and the larger male was generously drinking it down. After working his way up gradually, the more dominant wolf was now fully giving himself to his friend. Harry's tongue swiped at the flesh with increased pressure, his sucking became more intense, and his fingers continued to glide over the churning ball sack.
This continued until Wayne could no longer hold back. He reached his free hand down to caress Harry's head, careful not to let his claws scratch him. As he guided Harry through the last few bobs, he also began to rock his hips, grinding his cock over the still-moving tongue and enjoying the sensation of his balls being squeezed. This was enough to push him over the edge. With a growl and final thrust, he came. The brown werewolf's seed shot out in thick, viscous ropes, the first spurt landing directly at the back of Harry's throat.
Wayne then pulled back slightly, releasing even more seed onto Harry's tongue, giving him a taste. The white wolf continued to moan in pleasure and simply sucked on the cock while swallowing the hot seed that ran down his throat. Wayne's groans of pleasure were music to Harry's ears, and he could feel his own cock throbbing hard the entire time. When the last spurt came, Harry gulped for the final time and eased his mouth off, looking up at Wayne with a satisfied smile.
“Hehe. You always bounced back fast,” Harry said, watching as Wayne’s cock partially retracted, only to start sliding its way back out again.
“And you gave them a wild enough ride that one round was all they needed,” Wayne recalled. “And I remember the way you worked your tongue on them…” he said, taking hold of his legs and lifting them up, showing off his tailhole. Harry understood what the other werecanine was referring to and moved in again.
Harry leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to the soft, warm entrance. In typical wolf fashion, he pressed his nose against the pink hole and began to curiously sniff. “Mmm…” He melted from the smell, feeling his mouth water in an instant. After a few more sniffs, he let his tongue slowly emerge, flicking it lightly against the sensitive rim.
The sensation was light and yet Wayne was reacting in full. He could feel the tip of Harry's tongue tracing and exploring, sending shivers down his spine. He let out a soft groan as the muscle began to slip inside him, slowly and gently at first, but with increasing pressure.
The sensation was overwhelming, and Wayne couldn't help but moan as he felt himself being stretched open. He was embarrassed by the noises he was making, but at the same time, he couldn't help himself. The pleasure came about quickly and was all-consuming, and he found himself wanting more already.
Harry continued to explore with his tongue, moving it in slow, circular motions. For Wayne, the feeling of the warm, wet muscle gradually worming itself inside him was intoxicating, and he found himself arching his back.
Harry became oblivious to his surroundings, completely enamored with the pleasant flavor and the snug sensation that enveloped his tongue. Clenches kept the hole tight around him. The faint pulses of the surrounding walls he felt only served to heighten his desire to delve even deeper, but for now Harry held himself back, persisting in his slow and seductive licking.
“Oooah, boy…” Wayne huffed.
As he continued, the bigger werewolf gradually managed to coax the thickest part of his tongue inside. His efforts thus far had gradually loosened the rim, making the task ahead seem less daunting. The bursts of pleasure coursing through Wayne were only becoming more potent, and the mere act of Harry’s tongue sliding further in was enough to make his entire body quiver uncontrollably. He reveled in the persistent warmth that spread throughout him, as well as the unique texture provided by the taste buds that rubbed against his insides.
Harry started to enthusiastically run his tongue along the interior walls of Wayne's tailhole when it was fully inside, flexing and contorting it within the tight tunnel. Wayne responded immediately by raising his voice further, his legs trembling fiercely. Harry continued to rim him deeply, causing Wayne's passage and the surrounding area to become warm and slick from his saliva.
As the moments passed, the pleasure continued to build. Harry was touching all of the right spots over and over again. And it got more effective; greater amounts of pressure was applied and the licking itself became all the faster until Wayne could hardly take it anymore. He let out a loud, guttural moan, his body trembling from the force of his orgasm. He panted hard while shooting ropes of cum onto himself, feeling the mess painting his fur.
As the waves of bliss started to subside, Wayne collapsed, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. Visibly sweating, he looked over at Harry, who was smiling at him, a look of pure satisfaction on his face.
"That was amazing," Wayne whispered, his voice husky with lingering lust.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Harry said, his voice soft and gentle. "That means you’re gonna love what’s coming next.”
Harry quickly positioned himself, taking hold of Wayne's legs and lifting them up to expose his freshly prepared entrance. Harry grunted, feeling his cock throb and release a thick rope of clear, sticky precum. Leaning in even closer he ground that messy shaft against the hole.
“Ready?” Harry asked him. He grinned, showing his teeth as he kept rocking his hips softly.
The brown werewolf prepared himself for what was to come, as the tip of his cock made contact with the hole, releasing even more precum directly onto Wayne's ass and over the rim. The feeling made the smaller male shiver, his cock already growing hard once again.
When he received an urgent nod, Harry readied himself and began to push his cock inside. Despite just having thoroughly licked the hole, Harry was taken aback by how easily his cock slid inside. It was as if Wayne's hole was swallowing up his length. He wasn't the only one to notice, as the pleasure struck Wayne immediately, with a good portion of the thick length already inside of him, stretching his borders further.
“Ooh, you’re tighter than I remember too…” Harry instantly became aware of the pressure surrounding his erection, a snug and encompassing grip that got better when the whole would clench, milking out ropes of precum from him. The slickness and warmth within the other werewolf grew with each passing moment. He moaned, not just from the sensation of being filled further, but from the careful and measured easing in.
Wayne's body seemed to fit around the entering cock like a glove, with every stroke causing a delicious jolt that rippled along its entire length. Wayne found himself panting harder than before. His legs were still being held aloft by the white werewolf, but his hands had returned to gripping the bed, as his body started rocking back and forth from the first thrusts. Despite the careful, gentle pace, Wayne could still feel the raw strength coming from the other werewolf, pairing perfectly with his deep growls.
Time melted away for the both of them. It was almost as if they were back in college again. Harry found himself falling back into familiar motions. Even though it had been so long, he was remembering what Wayne liked. His next thrust was done at a certain angle, pushing against a certain spot that caused Wayne to gasp and shake. His cock throbbed and spurt a high powered line of precum that added to the mess already on his body. With a smirk on his muzzle, Harry continued to fuck his old friend the way he had back in college, remembering more of what Wayne liked as the time continued to pass.
In time Harry took a deep breath and increased his pace, eliciting a hiss of pleasure from himself as the sensation intensified around his throbbing member. It plunged in as deeply as possible, leaving the knot throbbing against the rim, only to retreat and repeat the process. The bed and Wayne's body moved back and forth with increasing intensity.
Amidst the moaning from both, the wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh could be heard, accompanied by the repeated smacks of Harry's hips against Wayne's furry backside. And all the while he could feel the smaller werewolf's anal muscles clenching around him. Looking up he could watch as Wayne continued to moan all the louder and he struggled to form words.
Harry striking all of those sweet spots so perfectly was breaking him down further and further; the brown werewolf snarled and felt his shaft throb hard again. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and he struggled to keep his body still. Once again, without any direct contact, Wayne's cock twitched and leaked profusely. Soon, he was bracing himself for his approaching limit again…
"Grraaahh!!" Harry roared, reaching his own limit first. He continued to thrust as he snorted and shuddered, pouring every ounce of his energy into the final thrust. His knot pushed past the other male's rim, locking them together as his swollen balls released seed through his shaft and into Wayne's passage, quickly filling the space with warmth.
Both males reveled in the sensation of the cum that splattered deeply inside the smaller male, soon pooling out onto the sheets designed to withstand the messy loads produced by their kind. The additional thrusts given while shooting the rest of his load were what Wayne needed; he snarled and trembled from the second climax that overtook him, making an even greater mess on his chest and stomach. Harry continued to groan and snarl as well, shooting fat wads of his cum directly inside of his friend, making that sensation of heat and messiness all the more prominent. And when they came down, they were still locked together thanks to Harry’s extra fat knot.
“You haven’t lost-” Wayne groaned when Harry collapsed on top of him. His large body was soft, warm, and heavy. Wayne was a bit concerned at first until he heard his old friend snoring. He chuckled and figured that he could use some rest too. And Harry’s body was pretty comfortable…