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A Great Escape

By Billy Leigh

Starring:

Friedrich Van Holling, a 34 year old Alsatian. Diego Redfield, a 28 year old Wolfdog.

"So, where exactly are we going?"

Friedrich glanced out of the car window as Diego drove them along the coastal road. "You'll see dude," was Diego's only response. Friedrich let out something between a sigh and chuckle as he settled back into his seat. He was not unaccustomed to being driven about, when on official political business in other cities he was often ferried around by a driver, but he liked to drive himself on all other occasions; not just because he enjoyed the feeling of freedom and owned a Dodge Challenger that was fun to drive, but he didn't want to lead what he called an _institutionalised_lifestyle that he felt many other politicians and celebrities became accustomed to when they reached a certain status.

That morning, his boyfriend Diego announced that he was driving them both on a _surprise_trip somewhere that the Wolfdog had planned. Friedrich's daughter Melanie had gone to stay with his parents for a few days, and Friedrich and Diego were due to join her the following week. Diego had hinted at the surprise trip a few times before, but truth be told, Friedrich had become too distracted by the overhanging issue of the Humboldt nuclear scheme which had been a divisive issue in his hometown of San Amador. He had come home from his last meeting before Christmas recess to discover two suitcases sitting by the front door and Diego wagging his tail enthusiastically. "Excited babe?" He asked. "What? Oh, right I remember now," Friedrich said, forcing a wag out of his tail. Diego sensed his apprehension. "Bad day at the office?" the Wolfdog asked, walking over with a concerned expression. "Something like that," Friedrich admitted. "I'm trying to fight tooth the nail to stop the Humboldt project, but the energy corporation and the construction firm keep resubmitting their proposals for it. Granted, we need an alternative source of energy as the older oil fired power station further up the coast is being phased out, but I know I speak for most of my district through public meetings, emails and letters my office gets when I say we don't want the nuclear plant constructed here." Friedrich trailed off, not wanting to subject his boyfriend to a town hall style sermon, but Diego smiled and gently helped Friedrich off with his jacket. "Perhaps a vacation might help?" Diego asked. "Maybe," Friedrich allowed a smile to spread across his muzzle. "But allow me to shower and get changed first." "Sure thing dude, if you let me help," he heard Diego chuckle as they made their way up the stairs.

Friedrich walked into the bedroom and gazed out of the window. The view offered an unbroken panorama of the neatly kempt back garden, the attractive Victorian style town of San Amador below and the ocean beyond. Even in winter, the water sparkled in the afternoon sun. Friedrich loosened the tie around his neck and pulled off his shirt. Diego had walked into the bedroom behind him, and Friedrich couldn't help but take a moment to admire how handsome and athletic the Wolfdog looked in his tight black wifebeater and jeans. At first glance, Friedrich Van Holling and Diego Redfield made an unconventional couple; Friedrich came from a respectable military lineage, was an ex-marine himself and a well-spoken Republican congressman while Diego dressed and spoke like bro. Yet, the pair also had similarities; Friedrich was unconventional for a politician, not just being openly gay, the youngest representative in congress and having an image of being a rebel in his party and congress as a whole, but his incredibly muscular Alsatian build gave him the appearance of a Hollywood film star. Diego also had the looks of a movie actor and worked as a cop (albeit a dirty cop who had flirted with drugs and alcohol and still liked to enter his Mercedes in illegal street races, when Friedrich wasn't at home). Despite Diego's sometimes goofy and wayward exterior, Friedrich had known since their first night together that there was more to the Wolfdog than met the eye. He was not usually one to give in to impulses, but after having slept together and made love once, he had wanted Diego to become his mate. Several months down the line and Friedrich was taking Diego to public appearances and introducing him as his new boyfriend. With a pang of guilt, Friedrich instantly acknowledged that felt more comfortable in public with Diego than he had been with Conor Wilson; his previous lover who had been assassinated by The Prophet, a homophobic serial killer who turned out to be an unhinged gay rights activist trying to stir up a war. Conor had been a good guy, and Friedrich thought about him constantly, but the Bear had not been as invested in becoming a full time partner and a step-father to his daughter Melanie than Diego was. Indeed, Friedrich was bemused yet flattered when a tabloid magazine had included him and Diego as number one in a Top 10 Hottest Couples list.

The memory of his and Diego's first night together was vivid in Friedrich's mind as he began removing his suit slacks and glanced at Diego who had perched himself on the bed. "We don't have to leave until later," the Wolfdog explained as he flexed, causing his wifebeater to strain and show off his toned pecs and chest. Friedrich stepped out of his slacks and was now dressed in a pair of black Armani briefs which fitted very snugly against his muscular body. Arrogance was not a trait that Friedrich liked, but if he allowed himself one attribute to feel shamelessly pleased about, it was the fact he was very well-endowed and had big balls. Dude, I have no idea how you cram that monster in your undies even when you don't have morning wood. If you career as a congressman ends for whatever reason, you should so porn, Diego had teased as Friedrich was dressing himself one morning. How would you feel if I went to a film set every day to fuck other guys that were not you? He asked. I dunno, I'd find it kinda hot Diego joked. Hmph, well I guess I'll have to cancel my plans to join a political think thank, he replied dryly. Friedrich began searching in the wardrobe for a change of clothes, but deliberately angled his briefs clad rump at Diego and cocked his tail, hoping the Wolfdog would notice. The sound of a tail thumping against the bed answered his question. "Damn babe," Diego huffed. "You know how to get me worked up." Friedrich's paw hovered over a fresh shirt hanging on the rail. "Diego, how long until we have to leave?" He asked. "Uh, four hours," the Wolfdog replied. Friedrich's paw retreated away from the shirt and he found a grin had spread across his muzzle. He knew he probably should shower and get ready to leave, but it was good to allow oneself fun from time to time. "Okay stud, when I turn around I want to see you in your undies too," he growled playfully.

A moment later, Friedrich and Diego were crouching opposite each other on their hind-paws, like two primitive feral canines. Both were only clad in their briefs; Diego was wearing a form fitting pair of turquoise Diesel briefs that emphasised his bulge which growing bigger by the second and causing his underwear to strain. "Three... two... one... go!" Friedrich growled. The pair lunged at each other and soon became a tangle of arms and hind paws as they rolled around on the floor wrestling. Friedrich tried to pin Diego's arms down, but the Wolfdog wriggled free and grabbed him in a headlock. "Got ya dude!" Diego growled in his face. Friedrich thrashed about, knowing that if his boyfriend counted to ten he would be on the receiving end of a knot up his tail hole. He hooked his hind-paw around Diego's, trying to find some way to flip his boyfriend over. This became more difficult thanks to Diego reaching around and clamping his paws over Friedrich's nipples to give them a tweak. "Ready for your fucking babe?" He grinned. "I'm at seven." Friedrich had been waiting for that moment. As soon as Diego began talking, the Wolfdog's grip slackened. Friedrich grabbed Diego's arm and (being careful not to break his boyfriend's leg) used his hind-paw to flip Diego onto his front. Quick as a flash, Friedrich climbed on top of Diego, planted his briefs clad butt on the back of the Wolfdog's head and used his knees to pin Diego's arms to the floor. Friedrich grinned with satisfaction as he heard Diego moaning under the weight of his ass which had become sweaty during the wrestling match, causing the material of his underwear to stick to his fur. Something nice and musky for my boyfriend to enjoy. Diego kicked his hind paws and squirmed about, but Friedrich maintained his grip, using a hold he had been taught in the military. Eventually Diego stopped resisting, knowing that his time was up. "Good night, thank you for playing," Friedrich growled, gyrating his ass around. "Fuck you!" Diego's muffled voice replied. Friedrich smiled as he thought back to something he had said on their first night together. "No stud, I'm fucking you," he chuckled. "Now, I'd better let you breath." he added, getting off Diego's head and helping the Wolfdog to his hind-paws, giving him a quick tweak on the nipple in the process.

Friedrich lay down on the bed as Diego flopped beside him and panted. "I guess it'd better go to the bathroom and clean up," he huffed. "Not quite yet stud," Friedrich grinned. He could be devilish when he wanted to be, and now felt like the right moment. "I'll let you get your breath back, and then I'd like you to warm my cock up before I give my boyfriend a bone." To emphasise his point, Friedrich reached down and fondled the sizeable package in his briefs. It's fun to be a tease. He and Diego were both Alphas with a preference for giving over taking, but he knew the Wolfdog was not opposed to being fucked or sucking a dick from time to time. Indeed, Diego grinned as he reached for the bulge. Friedrich closed his eyes and relaxed as Diego stroked his throbbing cock through the fabric. The length had mostly emerged from his sheath and his poor briefs were straining hard against it. "I'd better get this guy out," Diego chuckled. Friedrich felt his boyfriend slide his briefs off followed by the pleasurable sensation of the Wolfdog's mouth closing around the tip of his cock. Friedrich could already feel himself leaking and his boyfriend lapped the stickiness away. He gripped the sheets as Diego began working his muzzle up and down before the Wolfdog's tongue lapped over his balls and sheath. "You're gonna get me off stud," Friedrich growled, reaching down and giving Diego's nipple another tweak as the Wolfdog gripped his sheath and resumed sucking. "Y'know dude," Diego said, breaking off. "I wanna see if I can swallow the whole thing." "Heh, you could try," Friedrich chuckled. "Lay your head over the side of the bed." He got up as Diego rearranged himself with his head draped over the side. "Okay, open wide stud and watch your teeth," Friedrich warned, sliding the entire length of his dick down Diego's muzzle. He looked down at the Wolfdog's muscular chest and the large package in Diego's turquoise briefs as an obvious damp spot began spreading in the fabric. There are some things I can't resist. Friedrich reached down and stroked Diego's bulge as his cock remained down his boyfriend's throat, squeezing the outline of the Wolfdog's shaft which caused more pre-cum to flow out and make the damp spot bigger. My, he's taking it pretty well. But as the thought came to Friedrich's mind, Diego began squirming and moaning. Feeling alarmed, Friedrich slid back out, leaving a thick, gooey trail of pre from the tip of his cock to Diego's tongue which broke off and draped itself over the Wolfdog's muzzle. "Are you all right Diego, I hope that wasn't too much?" He asked, cupping the Wolfdog's face in his paws and shooting him a look of concern. "It was fine dude, but I just remembered something." "Which is?" "It's not four hours, we got changed to an earlier flight this morning!" Friedrich and Diego looked at each other before scrambling to get ready.

A short while later they were making their way out to Diego's car with their cases; Friedrich had calmed the situation down, showered and dressed himself (although he realised Diego had packed all of his clean underwear and in his haste put the sticky Armani briefs back on). I'll just have to hope no one sniffs at me. "Ready babe?" Diego asked ass slipped a baseball cap on his head and pressed the ignition button. "For sure stud, so are you going to enlighten me any further as to where we are going?" Friedrich asked hopefully. Diego didn't respond, but instead fixed Friedrich a grin. "You really are a little imp, as my mother would say," Friedrich chuckled as they pulled off the driveway. Diego drove the car through the winding streets of Holland Canyon and down towards the coastal road. Friedrich knew they were probably heading for San Fernando International Airport, which was in the neighbouring district to his. "You were pretty good at taking my whole dick down your throat," Friedrich said wryly. "I didn't realise that was an attribute you possessed." "Heh, well I have my talents," Diego replied coyly. "I didn't realise deep throating was on the list of things you had to declare when you were in a relationship, I mean you take each other in sickness and in health and all that." "It isn't," Friedrich replied. "But when it's two guys those sorts of things are useful to know." "For a prim and proper dude, you are pretty dirty sometimes," Diego laughed. "Really? You only just discovered," Friedrich laughed. "Anyway, did you pack my book?" "I did," Diego nodded. "Women in Love by DH Lawrence?" "Ah, I just finished that one," Friedrich sighed. "But thank you for being efficient anyway." Friedrich suddenly felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw his mother's number displaying on the screen. "Hi mother," he said. "Hi Dad!" Melanie's voice called. "How are you and Daddy Diego?" "We're both doing fine," Friedrich said, feeling a warm glow at hearing his cub's voice at the other end. "How are Grandma and Grandpa?" It feels funny calling them that, they're much younger than most people's grandparents. "They're great, we watched The King & I and had elk for dinner. I also got to have both chocolate and caramel ice cream after, although Daddy Diego lets me have three scoops," Melanie explained. "That's good to hear," Friedrich chuckled while shooting a stern glance at Diego who grinned innocently. "I miss you though Dad," Melanie sighed. "I miss you too darling, but be strong for me," Friedrich said. "Diego and I are off on a short vacation together, but I promise you'll come with us next time." "Ah a grown up vacation, those can be boring though, are you guys going to be drinking a lot of booze?" "Melanie where did you here that from?" Friedrich asked sternly. "Daddy Diego says it when you're out, he says The Sound of Music is rad or we could watch sports and drink lots of booze, I think he's joking though." "Yes," Friedrich responded tersely, shooting another glance at Diego who put on an innocent shrug. "He was certainly joking." "Okay Dad, I'm happy I got to talk to you. Grandma says I should probably get ready to sleep soon." "Wise words, now take care of Grandma and Grandpa for me. I love you Melanie." "I love you Dad and Daddy Diego too, bye," Melanie replied before hanging up.

Friedrich turned to Diego and fixed him what he called the look, something between a frown and a grin which basically asked what kind of jokes have you been making to my daughter and allowing her to get up to? Without opening his mouth. "Sorry man," Diego replied with a nervous grin. "She knows I'm joking though, she usually tells me not to be silly." "Yes, I can imagine that," Friedrich chuckled. "But still, when I was a cub I couldn't leave the table until everyone had finished eating, now it's all ice cream and movies before bed. I wonder when we become grandparents if Melanie will complain that we spoil her cubs rotten." "Yeah, probably," Diego smiled, although the mirth had gone from his voice. Friedrich felt confused for a second before slapping his forehead. "I'm sorry Diego," he sighed, reaching over and giving his boyfriend's shoulder a gentle squeeze. Diego's upbringing wasn't happy, which still marks him to this day Friedrich's mind explained. "It's okay dude," Diego said as his muzzle spread into a more genuine smile. "So you made up your mind that we're already having cubs?" "It sounds presumptuous yes, but I'd like to have another child," Friedrich admitted. "Partly so Melanie has someone to play with, but also I think you'd make a good father, even with your terrible jokes about drinking beer." "Y'know, I'd never originally thought about having cubs," Diego pondered. "But honestly, I always have a rad time looking after Melanie that I've reconsidered that." "That makes me very happy, honestly," Friedrich replied. He realised his tail was thumping against the seat.

They were nearing the city limits of San Fernando and Friedrich could see the signs to the airport. "So, are you going to give any indication as to where we are going?" he asked again. "You'll see, but I'm pretty sure you'll like it." "Dang, you're good at being coy," Friedrich sighed. "The only thing I do ask is that someone watches over the house, I'm going to call Emily once we get to the airport." "Already done it man," Diego grinned. "I called Emily this morning and she's watching over the house with Lucas, your driver and security guy." "Damn, if I didn't have Emily I should make you my PA," Friedrich laughed. "Heh, although we'd end up fucking in your office," Diego countered. "True," Friedrich admitted as he looked up to see the airport terminal building coming into view. He found his ears standing on end with curiosity as Diego pulled into the multi-level parking lot. "Rad, here we go!" Diego announced as he pulled into a parking space. "We're in time for our flight too." Friedrich was aware of his briefs sticking to his sheath and balls from pre-cum as a result of getting frisky earlier, but his curiosity and excitement replaced the feeling awkwardness.

Okay, let's see what the Wolfdog has planned for me.