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Light filtered in through a small gap in the curtains, the rays beaming down onto a small, squirming mess in a child-sized bed. The mess rolled over and a head poked out from the covers, yawning and rolling onto it's back. It was a young canine, with light grey and white fur, the tips of his ears blue. He wrinkled his nose and let out a small yawn, shuffling about in his pyjamas. His eyes flicked to the little clock on his end-table: 7:30am. It was time to get up.

He knew that, of course. His sister, Harley, was already trampling about the hall with all the energy in the world, but Wolfy was feeling a little tired. That, and he had another itch, one that was much lower.

Like all budding young pups, Wolfy was suffering from an early-morning predicament known as 'Morning Wood'. Given his current situation when it came to boners and his indescribable bad luck, he knew he had to get rid of it, and fast, before he went downstairs for breakfast.

Slowly, his hand slid down his own body and dipped into his pyjamas underneath the covers. He shuffled around a little as his fingers pressed down against his little cock, and he slowly wrapped his fingers around it. His eyes closed and a soft sigh escaped his lips. He could feel his member pulsing against his own fingers. He was feeling particularly pent up.

He slowly began in on a steady rhythm, slightly tugging the foreskin back with each tug down, and slipping it back up as his hand glided up. His fingers lightly rubbed over the edge of his glans every so often, sending spikes of pleasure down his spine. His breath caught in his throat as the pleasure seeped into his bones. His toes curled and a small groan escaped his lips. He wished he had more time to do this in privacy. He'd do it every waking moment, if he could.

But it didn't last. The footsteps of his sister had long since faded, but they had come back in full force, and Wolfy felt a panicking quiver across his body. He knew she was coming this way deliberately. His hand slipped off his cock and he quickly rolled onto his front, pressing into his bed with the covers hiding his frame. He had predicted correctly: the door burst open and in tumbled his sister, grinning madly and giggling. She was 4 years his junior, but she had the spirit and fight of an athlete: she seemed to never be without energy, as if she were always hyper.

"Mum says get up!" She demanded, and Wolfy shot her a glare. Sometimes, she was a great sister to have, but other times she annoyed him. His nose wrinkled and she looked visibly irritated.

"Get up!" She repeated, clambering onto his bed. His glanced back at her and she jumped up, planting her feet on the small of his back. His face paled a little: this wasn't good, at all. The weight of her body on top of him forced his cock down into the bed, and he wriggled beneath her, trying to worm her off. Unfortunately for him, she had alarmingly good balance and remained upright, despite his complaints.

"Get up, get up, get up!" She chanted it like a ritual as she began to hop up and down on his back. There was little pain: She was heavy, sure, but not back-breaking. His winced a little each time she bounced on his back, feeling a brief, irritating stab of pain in his back. But what worried him was the way his dick pressed firmly into the bed with each bounce, grinding against the inside of his pyjamas. He tried his best to keep a straight face, but it was clear that something was up. Harley didn't even seem to notice.

Wolfy felt as if he was holding his breath. He could feel the pressure building and his muscles began to tense up with each bounce, his small member sliding up and down the bed over and over. Pre-cum dripped from the foreskinned end and dampened his pyjamas, but the mess was the last of his worries. As the pressure built and built, his face looked more and more like he was trying desperately to hold something in. Harley didn't seem to care and continued, almost to the point where it was too late.

"What is all this racket?!" Luckily, Wolfy's mother came into the room, and Harley stopped chanting, glancing to her mother as she continued to stand on Wolfy's back. His mother's eyes darted to the young pup, before looking back at Harley.

"Get off him, you're hurting him!" Wolfy's mother insisted, grasping Harley and lifted her off of him. He was thankful for that, and let out a shaky exhale. The colour has risen to his cheeks rather quickly in that moment.

"Are you okay?" His mother asked her son, and he wordlessly nodded to her. "Okay. Come down for breakfast."

She ushered Harley out of the room and down the stairs, and he heard their footsteps fade. Wolfy let out a small sigh. He was so close on the edge that he was practically aching, almost desperate to cum. He rolled his hips forwards just a little on the bed, and that was enough: a small groan escaped his lips as a thick spurt of cum erupted from the end of his member, wetting the inside of his pyjamas and getting the cum all in his fur. He sighed into the pillow, a small smile spreading across his face. Now that he didn't feel so humiliated, it actually felt good. Really good.

After a few minutes, he rolled himself out of bed, slipping off the pyjamas and dropping them onto the floor. he switched into a fresh pair and quickly wiped the cum off of his pelvis onto his hand, before wiping it on his pyjamas. He stepped out of the room, making his way into the bathroom. He couldn't pee yet: he'd need a bit of time to recover. He did wash his hands, however, before heading downstairs.

After that fiasco of his early morning masturbation, the rest of the morning ran like clockwork. After a quick breakfast and a brief discussion of what was happening today, he was sent back upstairs to get dress into his school uniform, as well as to organise his backpack. He did just that, whilst his mother packed up his swimming clothes into a hold-all. Today was swimming day: as it was nearing the end of the year, all of the school's students went to the pool for a couple of hours and enjoyed themselves. Fortunately for Wolfy, and for Harley, they were both in the same 2 hour slot that happened to be just after the morning assembly. The pool couldn't accommodate all the students of Wolfy's high school, so some unfortunate students had to wait until later in the day.

Admittedly, Wolfy was excited: he liked to go swimming, and part of him was excited to see the girls. He was just coming into his prime as a boy, and his puberty had sparked a change in him. One part of it was obvious, but the other was his interest in girls. His self-esteem wouldn't permit him to even bother asking one out, but most of his masturbation sessions were to do with them, in all manner of shapes and sizes.

With his school uniform firmly on his person, and his bag over his shoulder, he headed out the door with his Mother and Sister. They climbed into his Mother's car, and were down the road within mere minutes. They didn't live too far from the school, but Wolfy's Mother liked to drop them off. They pulled up outside the school's entrance, and Harley tugged open the door, hopping out with her bags in hand. Her friends were waiting by the entrance.

"By Mum!" She turned and waved before dashing off, and Wolfy rolled his eyes, glancing to his Mother.

"Have a good day, honey." His mother pulled him close to plant a kiss on his forehead, and Wolfy looked visibly embarrassed. He mumbled his farewell and hopped out the car, hold-all bag in hand. He headed towards the entrance.

Morning assembly was relatively boring, with the principal rambling on about the new term, and what it would bring for students. He reminded them that the talent show was in a week's time. Wolfy, luckily, had managed to worm his way out of it, despite the rather pushy teacher. If she was so insistent on him going, then he could also not show up. Thankfully, she had backed down when he made it clear, albeit timidly, that he didn't want to participate. After the assembly, they were all ferried over to the bus.

It was roughly a 30 minute bus ride to the pool. Unfortunately, their town's swimming pool wasn't large enough to accommodate all the students, so they were going to the town over. It wasn't all bad: the ride was relatively easy, and they could sit with their bags. However, most people sat with their friends. Wolfy, unfortunately, was lacking in that department.

Luckily, his sister seemed to have realised his plight, and as he stepped onto the bus, he found her already in a seat, waving over to him. With a wry smile, he made his way down the aisle and slipped into the seat beside her. He mumbled his thanks and she shot him a toothy grin. It was on these occasions that he was glad to have her as a sister.

The bus slowly churned into life and pulled out from it's stop at the school, taking a left turn and heading off down the road. The bus went over all the bumps and dips as it went, and the students inside shuffled left and right from the bumps in unison. Wolfy's mind wandered, wondering how the swimming time might go. He was hoping just to have fun, but part of him was thinking about the girls, in tight swimsuits. He wondered about what they were like down there, how tight the suit would be against their bodies. He felt the colour rise to his cheeks, and realised he should know better. If he kept thinking about that sort of thing, he's end up getting aroused, and that wouldn't be good.

He shifted in his side and gulped hard, feeling the blood pump to his loins. He knew it was too late, and now he was feeling nervous. His heart fluttered and quickened as he felt a tiny quiver in his stomach, butterflies that gave him the tell-tale sign that he was panicking a little. he could feel his cock swelling to half-chub in his underwear, and he tried to look inconspicuous, lowering his gaze to his knees. He hoped it didn't show too bad: he took a moment to glance at his own crotch. There was a definite bulge, but it wasn't bad. At least, not yet.

Harley glanced over to him with a frown. She was only 6, but she was slowly getting knowledgeable, in her young age. All of Wolfy's boners had lead to questions, and ones she sought answers for. Her Mother's hand had been quickly twisted, metaphorically, into giving them, and one thing became clear in their conversations: Wolfy couldn't help it, and it was part of growing up. It was rare for a 6 year old to show sympathy, but she knew it was wrong to poke fun. Regardless, she still had to say something.

"Psst," She whispered, leaning to the side closer to her older brother. "Do you have a, um...?"

He knew what she was getting at, but he tried his best to feign ignorance, knowing better than to admit it. He wrinkled his nose at her and shook his head firmly, adjusting himself in his seat as he put his backpack onto his lap. To anyone with any degree of empathy, they would have know what that action meant. He was trying to cover himself, and for good reason: he didn't want to openly display himself. If he tried hard enough, it might go down by the time they got there, hopefully. His sister didn't appear to believe him, but she seemed to know better than to pry. She slowly leant back.

Unfortunately, the damage had been done. Two people had sat behind the siblings: a Hyena and his Otter friend. The pair of them were, in essence, bullies: they enjoyed making fun of people. The Hyena had dealt with Wolfy on a number of occasions, but this was different. They had almost hit upon a gold mine. The two of them have overheard the quiet question, and knew what it meant. Though neither of them had gone through puberty yet, they definitely knew what it was all about.

In a swift motion, the Hyena got to his feet and peeked out towards the front of the bus. Of course, the young students hadn't come alone: the teachers, approximately 3 of them, sat at the front of the bus, chatting to one-another and generally not paying attention. That gave them all the time they needed. The Hyena swooped around to stand next to the young hybrid, leaning down. Wolfy spotted him and knew exactly who he was. He kept his eyes forward, trying his best to ignore him.

"Is it true, huh? You've got a boner like some sick pervert?" The Hyena asked with a goofy, intimidating grin. He watched Wolfy's expression and his own soured when he realised the hybrid was ignoring him.

"I'm talkin' to you." He whipped his hand up and slapped Wolfy around the back of the head. Harley seethed.

"Leave him alone!" Harley certainly had a lot more guts then Wolfy did, but her defense partly made it worse for the poor hybrid. The Hyena snickered.

"Got your 6 year old baby sister to stick up for you, huh?" The bully smirked, grabbing Wolfy's bag and pulling it from his grip, with a little bit of struggling. He held the bag at arm's length as his eyes darted down to Wolfy's crotch, noticing a visible bulge. With a quick glance to the front, he reached out with his free hand and gripped Wolfy by the ear. The hybrid whined briefly, and he was dragged to his feet, being pulled to the back of the bus. He stumbled along the way and heads turned as he was pulled along, with the Otter bringing up the rear.

"Check it out!" The Hyena called out, though not too loud. He didn't want to attract the teacher's to them. With that, he dumped Wolfy's bag on the floor, and turned him around, pushing him towards the Otter. The bully's partner-in-crime seemed to know what to do: he locked his arms up, keeping Wolfy's arms at bay. The hybrid kicked and whimpered, feeling tears bubble up to his eyes as he kicked his legs out. The other students nearby began to mutter and talk in a low din as the Hyena came forwards. He grabbed Wolfy's trousers and tugged them down, revealing his underwear. The murmuring fell deathly silent, the group unsure what was happening here.

Then, the hand went to Wolfy's underwear and yanked it down. The hybrid's twitching erection popped up in the air, twitching and pulsing, with his tiny balls swinging underneath. The once silence crowd began to laugh, their laughter growing louder and louder. Wolfy sniffled and wrinkled his nose, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. The humiliation sparked tears in his eyes that trickled down his cheeks.

The laughter was what sparked the Teachers to move towards the back of the bus, and a tall Otter came to break up the commotion. Her eyes darted from one to the other.

"To the front!" She practically screamed, pointing at the two bullies and then towards the front of the bus. "Right now!"

The bully's smile faded, and they moved past the hybrid towards the front, knowing they were in trouble. Finally let go, Wolfy tugged up his clothes quickly, but the tittering laughter around him still remained. The teacher asked if he was alright, but it fell on deaf ears: he quickly scooped up his bag and moved past her, mumbling his thanks. He made his way back to his seat as soon as possible and slipped into it, his bag once again on his lap. He leant his head toward and pressed his forehead against the back of the seat. He wanted this day to be over already.

He didn't have long to wait until the bus ride was over, and they stepped out outside the leisure center. It had a number of different pools, and they would be split up into their classes. Harley waved a brief farewell to her brother as she made her way along with the rest of her class, following along behind a teacher like a congregation of troopers. The bullies stood at the front of Wolfy's own group, with the Teacher making sure they firmly remained there. It was evident they would be taking part in no such activities today.

They made their way inside and around towards one of the swimming pools. They all wandered along the edge, bubbling with excitement about getting into the poo. But, first things first: they had to get changed. They split and filed into two separate locker rooms to get changed, whilst the bullies were forced to sit on a bench on their own. Wolfy was thankfully one of the first to make his way into the changing rooms, and was quick enough to snag one of the few luxury cubicles to change, where he could finally get some privacy. With a sigh, he opened up his hold-all bag and looked inside for his swim shorts.

He paled at what lay in front of him, and groaned to himself. Not again! His mother was beginning to make this more a joke or a mistake by now. He dipped a hand into the bag and retrieved out a pair of tight-fitting speedos: ones that he would have normally worm a couple of years ago. Now they were 2 sizes too small, and clearly weren't going to fit him. He wrinkled his nose and tried to stretched them, aware that they would easily break, too. He rubbed his head, trying to figure out what to do. There wasn't really anything he could do other than change into them.

He slipped out of his trousers and underwear and tugged them on. They fit snugly, almost too much, to his waist, and his little package was blatantly obvious in such a tiny pair of speedos. He shuffled on the spot and lowered his head with a sigh. There was nothing he could do about it. He tugged his jumper and shirt over his head, and left them with his bag, stepping out into the changing room.

"Dude, what are you wearing?" Someone had an immediate reaction to his swimsuit, and Wolfy felt his cheeks burning. He heard a number of snickers from some of the other boys, but Wolfy just shook his head and moved to the right, stepping out into the swimming pool's main chamber. A number of the girls were already in the pool, having already changed, and a couple looked in his direction. They looked either appalled, or amused, before they whispered to one-another. Some pointed fingers, whilst others tried to avoid looking. Feeling the colour burn into his cheeks again, Wolfy wandered down the edge of the pool, trying to find a good place to get in. The teacher looked to not be paying attention to them at all, too busy scolding the pair of bullies.

Wolfy's eyes ran over the girls and their midly attractive bodies. Before he realised it, his body senses began to stir, and his cock stiffened in his speedos. He knew that wasn't good. With a gulp and a panicked look on his face, he quickly jumped into the water, briefly dipping underneath the surface, before he raised himself up. These sorts of days were for friends, but Wolfy felt singled out. So, he remained by the edge, keeping to himself. Part of that was that he didn't want to rub his growing erection up against anyone.

After 10 minutes of keeping to himself, he found a small group of girls swimming in his direction. Wolfy tried his best to look like he wasn't paying attention, but he knew they were headed straight for him. His heartbeat began to quicken, and his stomach trembled. What did they want with him? No-one was really paying attention to them: all of the cubs had come out of the changing room now, and even the bullies had been allowed into the pool, at least for a little while. Everyone was having fun, paying little attention to the group.

"Hey, Wolfy," One of the girls spoke to him, and evidently knew his name. "Did you have a boner before you came into the pool?"

That sparked a fit of giggles from the 3 girls, and Wolfy lowered his head, feeling humiliated. The girls drifted a little closer as they assaulted him with questions. Some of them asked how hard it was, others asked how big he was. One of them even questioned what he'd gotten hard over, which only sparked a number of jokes about all the hot boys in the locker room.

"We saw you on the bus," One of them said to Wolfy, who was trying his best to ignore them. "It was so tiny! Is it meant to be?"

That sparked a number of other giggles, and Wolfy felt his cheeks growing redder and redder. One of them drifted a little closer. She was a feline, and clearly a little averse to the water. However, her hand dipped into the water and pressed against his speedo. Immediately, Wolfy tensed up and his knew his cock throbbed against her digits. She shot her hand back.

"Ewwww!" She cried out, and the trio laughed to themselves as Wolfy felt more and more humiliated. He didn't like being treated like this. He slipped to the side whilst they were laughing and turned, hoisting himself and trying to climb out of the pool, hoping he might just be able to sit on the side instead.

"Hey! Where're you going?" One of them asked, and Wolfy felt tension on his back. He craned his head back and his eyes widened when he saw one of them had a hold of his speedo by the top, pulling it down. They were exposing his bare bottom, and they erupted into a fit of giggles.

"L-Let go." Wolfy complained, grasping the speedo and trying to pull it from her grip as he tried to climb out of the pool at the same time. They struggled as the girls laughed, apparently not wanting to let go, despite a couple of them saying she should. But the girl, 'Courtney', seemed intent on keeping a hold of it, laughing over and over. Wolfy grew tired of it and tugged hard. That was a mistake.

Amongst the din of the students, there was a quiet ripping sound, and the fits of laughter fell deadly silent. Wolfy's eyes widened when he realised his error: the speedo had ripped, tearing away and falling in two pieces to the floor. It practically didn't cling to his body anymore and sailed along the surface of the water, leaving Wolfy completely naked, with his erection upright. He lost his balance, and slipped, turning over and landing on his rump on the edge of the swimming pool. The girl's eyes glanced down, before at each other.

"Eww, Wolfy's naked and he's all stiff!"

Heads turned in their direction and Wolfy was quick to cover himself, feeling his cheeks burning as hot as the sun. The pool erupted into a chorus of laughter, and the teacher briskly made her way across the pool's edge towards them, shaking her head. She pointed at the girls and wordlessly pointed towards the bench, before she took Wolfy's hand. She was sympathetic to his plight, knowing the changes a boy's body went through.

"Come on. Let's get you changed." She assured him, and Wolfy sniffled, pulled to his feet with her air. He covered himself with his spare hand as he was lead towards the changing rooms, with the girls getting out of the water to sit on the bench, giggling to themselves.

"Come on, quickly. We'll get your showered up and changed, and I'll get your mother to pick you up." The kind Otter assured Wolfy, gesturing him towards the shower as she moved into the changing room to get his towel that was packed into his bag. Wolfy pressed his forehead against the tiled wall and he ran the shower, letting the hot water run down his body. The showers here lacked soap: it was just so that they could get the chlorine from the water out of their fur, or scales.

She returned moments later and gestured him out of the shower, and he did so. She held out the towel and curled it around his body, before she began patting him down. Wolfy hadn't expected her too, and it made him a little more embarrassed for her mature hands to be running over his body with the towel, loosely drying off his fur. Her hands slid up and down, and even drifted over his rump, before her hand slid around. She didn't say a word as she pushed the towel under his hands, stroking the towel over his cock. She did it briefly, but perhaps a little too much: he was already embarrassed and pent up, and young boys never lasted too long. Too many encounters with towels and their texture had left him with a bit of a fetish for them. His chest heaved and after a moment, he knew it was coming.

Her hand slid over his dick one last time and it pulsed powerfully, throbbing and spurting a thick, gooey glob right into the towel. Wolfy's cheeks flushed and he breathed hard through his nose, trying not to moan or bring attention to his twitching, throbbing erection. The teacher either didn't notice, or did and didn't say anything. Her hand wormed over his cock one final time before she slid the towel away from him, looking as if she hadn't noticed at all. As soon as the towel slipped away, Wolfy's hands shot down to cover himself rather quickly, dripping the remnants of his orgasm onto the tiled floor between his legs.

"Go get changed whilst I phone your mother." The Otter assured him, stepping out into the main swimming pool as she dipped her hand into her pocket to get her phone, leaving his towel on the bench. Wolfy retrieved it and shuffled his way to his cubicle, quickly changing into his uniform before today got any worse.

He didn't wait too long. The teacher returned, directing him to the front of the leisure center. After a couple of minutes of waiting, Harley came out as well. She said the teacher had told her to come, and she looked visibly irritated that she was missing out some valuable swimming time because of him. Wolfy could tell he was upset and mumbled his apology, but she merely grunted in response.

The teacher waited for them until his Mother's car pulled up beside them. She spoke briefly to the Teacher, before they hopped into the back. His Mother had heard the whole story, and was more appalled that he'd been bullied, rather than the rest of it. She was adamant on keeping his spirits up: she didn't want him to stop going to school because of bullies.

"I'm sorry to hear about school, you two. I know you wanted to do swimming, but sometimes, people just have to ruin it." She mused, and the two cubs hung their heads, for different reasons.

"Say...how about we go to the beach? We already have our swimming costumes-- well, one of us. You can play in the sea. It's warm enough." The mother suggested, and Harley perked up, looking excited. She began to bounce in her seat, chanting her approval of the beach by repeating the word over and over. Wolfy awkwardly grinned, but it was clear that he enjoyed that as well.

With that, they were off. The beach wasn't far: in half an hour's drive, they were at the coast, and a number of other people had had the same idea to enjoy the heat whilst it lasted, too: the beach had a number of people basking in the warmth, or playing in the sand. Their mother found a suitable spot to park, before they stepped out. Wolfy's mother ushered them towards the boot, where she had packed a speedo that actually fit her son, as well as some fresh towels. They clambered into the boot, briefly, to change into their swimsuits. It was still a little tight, but it at least fit Wolfy better this time. He just hoped he didn't have yet another accident.

"Why don't we do a bit of shopping first? See if we can find some ice-cream." Wolfy's mother suggested, and Harley voiced her approval, grinning madly. They locked the car and headed off down the main walk that stretched across the entirety of the coast.

There were a number of shops, from arcades, to small cafés and clothing boutiques. They stopped at various amusement arcades along the way, much to Wolfy's delight: he stood in the dim light of each one, playing various games, but not really winning any prizes. Despite that, he was having a blast, not feeling that self-conscious about what he was wearing now. At least he wasn't having any problems.

They moved from place to place and got ice-cream along the way, which the pair of them thoroughly enjoyed, and even their Mother, too, who got her own. They sat on a bench for a moment to enjoy them, admiring the view of the sea before them, before they were off yet again. There were many places to go, but Harley was getting a touch impatient: she wanted to play in the sand soon. Wolfy's Mother was holding out for a little corner shop that sold buckets and spades: that would certainly make it a little more eventful.

They made their way along the beach walk, enjoying the warmth of the sun, when Wolfy's mother paused by a small little parlour, designed for styling and cutting hair. Her gaze flicked to the messy crop of her atop her son's read, and remembered that she had been meaning to get it cut for a while.

"Come on. You're getting a haircut." His mother pushed open the door and ushered him through. Wolfy groaned a little, but he did as he was told, and Harley followed him inside with a sigh. A black-furred wolf greeted them cheerfully as she finished off cutting a Bear's hair, before turning towards them. Wolfy and Harley sat down in the waiting area.

"Can I get my son's hair cut?" Wolfy's mother asked, and the hybrid boy looked visibly nervous. He didn't want to get a bad haircut, but the woman seemed nice. She smiled over to him and he wryly smiled back. With a quick gesture of her hand, he slowly got to his feet and wandered over, taking a seat on the chair.

"What kind of haircut would you like today?" She asked him, rather than his Mother, which he appreciated.

"Um-- just trimmed to be...nicer, I guess." He vaguely response, and she chuckled, running a come through his grey hair and checking it's length.

"How about we just snip off a couple of inches? It'll still keep the shape it is at the moment, just slightly shorter." She suggested, and he grinned a little wider. With a quick nod, she went work.

She was definitely skilled, that much was clear. She quickly snipped and cut away at his hair using a fine pair of scissors and a comb, whilst he could look in the mirror the whole time to make sure she was doing well. She paused every so often to make sure he looked alright, before continuing. Even Harley got a hair cut as well, sitting in the chair next to his as another woman styled her hair up nice and pretty.

The more she cut, the more hair fell upon his shoulders and down his front, speckling his normally white fur with grey strands of his snipped locked. Eventually, his front became messy, but he didn't seem to mind. His mother was staring down at a magazine, reading some of the articles. Wolfy glanced up at the woman through the mirror. She was incredibly pretty, that much was clear. As she continued to cut, his mind wandered a little, imagining her in other positions, other locations. His horny, pubescent mind got the better of him, and he knew it was too late. He was already swelling to half-hardness in his speedos, and it would show soon enough.

"Oh, look at you! You're a mess." The wolf woman leant over, her breasts pushing into his back as she grabbed a coarsely-bristled brushed from the counter. She rubbed it down his body, dusting the hair off of his fur, leaving none in it's wake. The sharp bristle ran over his nipples and made him squirm a bit, feeling the colour rise to his cheeks. The sensation against his sensitive nubs somehow made him even more aroused. He didn't know if she were doing it deliberately, but she also appeared to be taking great pleasure in stroking right down to his speedo and over his bulge, though she didn't appear to seem like she knew what connotations that had. Each time the brush came down, the bristles dug underneath the speedo, pulling it further and further down each time.

Wolfy tried not to say anything, at first. He watched her brushing the fur off his body, knowing at that point that he was fully hard, pressing up against his speedo. It would be impossible for her not to notice, and he got the inclination that she were doing it all deliberately, just to tease him. Little did she know that she was actually getting him off: she sharp bristles running against his speedo pressed down against his member and coaxed more pressure to build up in his loins. His toes curled against the barber's chair as he felt the blood pump to his cock, hinting that he was getting close.

He tried to not groan or make any noises that indicated he was going to cum, but he knew it was too late. The speedo had already worked it's way down enough, and it was the last and final stroke that finished it off. The bristled dug under the speedo enough that his cock broke free, and it sprung up, flopping down against his tummy with a quiet 'smack'. The force of his landing shot his orgasm into overdrive, and a thick, pubescent spurt of cum pooled against his stomach, leaking into his fur. He felt the colour rise to his cheeks, knowing this was a compromising, and embarrassing position.

"Oh no, not again." His mother had seen and covered her head. This had to be the millionth time he'd done this now, but the barber woman only seemed to giggle. Wolfy's mother quickly got to her feet and mumbled a myriad of apologies to the staff, shelling out note after note from the wallet as Wolfy tried desperately to stuff himself back into his speedo, leaving his fur and hands sticky. His mother grabbed his ear and yanked him out of the store, and Harley quickly following. Their hair was just about cut, but it was an embarrassing situation and none of them wanted to relive.

They walked down the street again and the Mother let out a long, tired sigh. Wolfy hung his head in shame.

"Let's just get to the beach without anything else happening, shall we?"