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They were fighting again. Not a day went by without Reed's parents getting into a screaming match, but it was especially vicious around the holidays. Reed's decision to take a year off college looked worse every day, but his senior year in high school was stressful enough. Mediating disputes and listening to his mother complain about how much she wished his father would "just leave and never come back," followed by drunken, slurred phone calls begging him not to tell the "love of her life," was not his idea of fun.

Listening to the quiet purr of his car's engine, Reed stared at his best friend's front door. Riley said he was welcome to come over and stay while the bull was in college if he needed to, but he mentioned that his brother would be home. Reed's interactions with family weren't that great, so he was a bit wary, even though Riley didn't come from the sort of dysfunction he did.

Looking into the rearview mirror, Reed weighed his options. Risk awkwardness with Riley's brother, or go home and listen to another screaming match until his parents disengaged and gave each other the silent treatment for a few days? Realistically, he knew that there was only one choice. Scratching his grey head fur and adjusting his shirt to sit better, the wolf turned his car off, sticking his hands in his pockets as he walked up to the front door.

Staring at the spare housekey Riley gave him, Reed debated opening the door and walking right in. Wouldn't that be a great way to introduce himself? "Hey, your brother said I could crash here; where's his bedroom?" Stupid. Shaking his head at his almost-rudeness, Reed thumbed the doorbell, his ears twitching as a holiday jingle played.

"Hang on!" A masculine voice called from inside, previewing its owner's appearance. From what Riley said, his brother Trey was a former personal trainer, and as he answered the door, Reed wasn't disappointed. Of course, he wasn't expecting the proportions that greeted him. Unlike his brother, Trey was a wall of a bull, standing at least six feet tall, shirtless, with a chest that Reed couldn't take his eyes off. From the look of those oversized pecs bouncing with his breath, Trey never missed a single chest day at the gym.

Suddenly understanding why straight men couldn't look away from a nice pair of tits, Reed tore his eyes away from those light brown mountains, his throat suddenly dry. "Um. Crash. Riley. Stay. Room." He stammered, unable to voice a sentence as he dealt with a sudden, irresistible urge to bury his snout between those pecs. Clearing his throat, he tore his eyes from ebony nipples and nearly gave himself a heart attack as he realized that the bull's face wasn't a safe space to focus. God, those green eyes and that strong jawline screamed heartthrob. He could play a superhero in a movie.

"Reed? Come in. You must be freezing!" Flashing perfect white teeth, Trey opened the door wide, beckoning Reed into the warm confines of the house. "Don't mind the mess. Riley told me you might be stopping by, but I was distracted." Accompanied by a breeze scented with sugar, cinnamon, and vanilla, the bull took Reed's coat, hanging it on a nearby hook. "I've got a few weeks off work until the new years' rush, so I thought I'd make a care package for my little bro."

"Have we met?" Reed wracked his brain for memories of the older bull but came up empty. Fuck, he'd be committed to memory now, though, whether Reed wanted him to be or not. The wolf didn't know that a guy could be that handsome without surgery. "Riley talks about you a lot, but I don't think I've ever seen anything but the pictures in your parents' house."

"I'm not surprised that you don't remember. I only met you once when I was visiting from college. You had the cutest little nose, and you couldn't control your little waggy tail. I think you and Riley were both around four?" Chuckling, Trey breezed into the kitchen, his tufted tail flicking behind him as the scent intensified. "You still like cookies? I made extra." He called as the sound of an oven opening interrupted Reed's embarrassed sag into the couch.

"Yes, thank you," Reed mumbled as the bull returned with a tray of steaming cookies, suddenly aware of a slight rumble in his stomach. He hadn't eaten anything at home because walking past his parents would have dragged him into their drama. Taking two of the cinnamon sugar cookies in his paw, he bit into one, his ears lowering as the familiar taste filled his mouth. It was almost enough to distract him from those massive bull pecs dangling in front of him as Trey bent down. Almost.

"You know my face is up here, right?" Trey chuckled, tilting Reed's face upward to meet a mischievous smile. "I know, they're a bit big. I'd cover up, but they're sensitive. Cloth rubs a bit too much." The bull sat heavily next to Reed, setting aside the tray of cookies on a nearby table, wincing as he massaged his chest. "Or is there another reason you're staring? Keep in mind your tail hasn't stopped thumping since I walked in."

Fuck. Expressive tails. A canine curse. Thinking quickly, Reed tried to think of something that wouldn't out him as a pervert, thanking his lucky stars that his pants were too tight to let his wolfhood loose. "I'm just jealous. I've never been able to motivate myself to build any muscle. You look like you work hard." Breathing an internal sigh of relief, Reed stared at the dark tv screen, using the reflection to try to stop his tail's subconscious thump.

"It's fine to look." Trey stretched his arm across the wolf's shoulders, his heavy bicep resting on the nape of Reed's neck. Patting the wolf's chest, he turned on the tv, idly flipping through the channels. "So, what brought you here? I don't believe you came to visit me. Feeling lonely at your place and hoping Riley would be home for the holidays?"

Trying his best not to huff the heady mixture of Trey's scent and the smell of cookies, Reed munched his cookies, sitting on his tail to stop its increasingly exuberant wagging. Trey's parental vibe lulled the wolf into a sense of safety, loosening his tongue and opening him up more than usual. "No, uh, parents are screaming at each other again. Thought it would be better to find somewhere else to stay until their fighting stops." Why hadn't he walked to Riley's room yet? Was he tempting fate? Hoping that Trey was as starved as he was for something physical?

"Aw, poor thing. You're just looking for a moment of peace, aren't you?" Unintentionally seductive in his embrace, Trey pulled Reed close, smothering his face against those perfect pecs in a bear hug. "You can stay here as long as you like. I wouldn't mind some company." Stroking down Reed's back, Trey comforted him like a sick cub, his light brown chest smothering the poor wolf's reddish brown muzzle.

Heaven. That's the only way that Reed could describe Trey's embrace. It was like a combination of the softest pillows and the warm fuzz of a blanket. If it weren't for his cock trying its best to bore a hole in his pants, he could easily sleep against the bull's welcoming bulk. Squirming, he tried to free his muzzle, breathing a desperate gasp of air once he broke free, his paws unintentionally groping both of Trey's pecs. As he pulled his hands back, he noticed that they were damp.

"Shit, sorry. I leak sometimes." Suddenly embarrassed, Trey covered his nipples, wincing as his fingers brushed them. A small trickle of liquid dribbled down his stomach despite his attempts, soaking into his fur before it reached his waistband. "It's weird, I know. I can put on a shirt."

Too horny to care, Reed felt his brain growing fuzzy as his dick took over his decision-making. His throat suddenly dry, and his hands fixated on something capable of fixing that fact; he closed the distance between them, pressing his nose to the trail of leaked liquid to smell its sweetness. If it weren't for the source so close at hand, he would have sucked the sweetness from Trey's fur. "M-Maybe I can help with that? In exchange for staying? They look pretty full."

Still trickling from multiple spots over those chocolate-like nipples, Trey removed his paws, showing off the lewd sight of those leaking pecs. It seemed that he feigned his shyness for Reed's benefit. Now that Reed showed interest, he looked almost hungry. "So you're a little pervert, huh?" Leaning back against the arm of the couch, he turned his body, the soft swell of his bulge showing that he was very much into the idea. "In case you've forgotten, I'm old enough to be your dad."

"Does that mean I can call you daddy?" Reed retorted, straddling a muscular thigh and grinding his wolfhood against it. With each passing moment staring at the alluring sight of Trey's dripping mountains, he was gaining confidence. Fuck awkwardness, what Riley would say, and the age difference between them. He needed a taste. Before Trey could have second thoughts, he leaned in, nuzzling into that pillowy softness and capturing the bull's nipple between his lips.

"Fuck. Call me anything you want." Leaning his head back, Trey let out a low groan suspiciously close to a 'moo.' "G-Gentle. I can normally handle teeth, but I'm a little raw." He continued, his voice fading into a higher pitch as Reed's soft suck brought forth a steady flow of his milk. "This shouldn't feel so fucking good." He whimpered, thrusting his hips forward as a wet spot appeared in the front of his shorts, darkening the fabric.

Emboldened by the bull's reaction to his nursing, Reed brought his hands up to Trey's swollen muscle, massaging the pulsing pec as he hungrily drew a seemingly endless supply of dairy from the bull's sensitive nub. Sweet and thick, it coated his tongue like ice cream, sending a warm fuzzy feeling through his body as his stomach rounded out. If it weren't for the twisting knot of arousal in his chest, he could have fallen asleep against Trey's squirming body.

Trey's face glistened with sweat, and his fingers worked his spare nipple to release needy squirts, messing his soft fur. "Fuck, pup. You're hungry." He panted as he spoke, guiding Reed from his treat to straddle the bull's waist. Silky bovine lips trapped his, and a thick tongue wormed its way into his mouth, sharing the creamy taste of bull milk and sending a thrill through the blissed-out wolf's limp body.

Melting against Trey's roaming hands, Reed reached down to release the pressure building in his pants, unzipping them and shimmying out of them to flop his cock against padded abs. Grinding hips reached a fever pitch as his cock met plush fur, a growl slipping past his lips to vibrate against their dueling tongues.

"Goddamn, you're huge." Trey gripped the base of Reed's tail, stilling his hips. Licking his lips, he reached down, the rustle of his waistband filling the air, followed by an impatient rip of the offending fabric and the soft flop of it hitting the far wall. A few short movements later, Reed found his cock cradled by muscular cheeks and a glistening pucker. Staring up at him with both hands on his hips, holding a pose that most furs would cramp up just thinking of, Trey licked his lips. "Let's see if your dick is as good as your tongue."

With the weight of a stomach full of bull milk slowing him down, the wolf licked his lips, staring at the sight of a muscular ass, big balls, and a short, stout cock. Too far gone to protest even if he wanted to, he slotted his pointed tip against that puffy star, awkwardly positioning himself between muscular thighs. Briefly pondering the lack of lube, he pushed forward with only the thin dribble of canine pre from his tip to slicken the way, gasping as Trey's hole opened up and accepted him into pillowy, pulsing warmth without a hint of difficulty.

"Fuuuck, it's been a while." Throwing his head back, Trey panted, his nostrils flaring and his half-hard cock dribbling onto his abs. Closing his eyes, he clenched his inner walls as if to encourage Reed to thrust, his paws moving to spread his cheeks and show off. "Don't hold back, puppy. I've taken my share of dick. I don't want you to stop until I feel the knot."

Nodding with his eyes fixated on the soft jiggle of the bull's chest, Reed braced himself against the couch, putting most of his weight on the larger male. Reaching out his paws to squeeze Trey's pecs, he thrust slowly, testing his foothold. With each meltingly warm squeeze, he lost inhibition, groping the bull's sloshing assets and sending squirts of white down his fur while sloppy, increasingly wet noises filled the air.

"Goddamn, good boy. Fill me the fuck up." Curses increasingly taking over his vocabulary, Trey thrashed from side to side, nearly dislodging Reed from his franticly humping perch. The wolf could almost imagine steam puffing from his nostrils as desperate motions met every sloppy thrust, his puffy hole clinging to the wolf's expanding knot in hopes of locking him in place.

Without the desire to disappoint or the strength of will to pull away before he finished, Reed slammed his hips with a needy whine, finally bottoming out with his expanded knot slopping deep into the bull's hungry hole. His cock bucking hard enough that he was surprised he couldn't see it beneath the bull's abs; he painted sloppy depths with a heavy coat of canine cum, his tail helicoptering behind him.

Taking hold of his cock, Trey followed suit in moments, stroking himself until creamy ropes of bull cum coated his chest and stomach in sloppy stripes, mixed with the sweetened dampness from his nipples. Panting and licking his face free of an errant squirt of bull cream, he sighed, those green eyes radiating approval. "You're sleeping in my bed tonight, puppy. Don't tell my little brother."

Held up only by his knot's eager throb within the muscled fur's ass, Reed nodded, swallowing a mouthful of drool as he stared at that sloppy bull chest just out of reach. At least he didn't have to worry about having anything to wear. He didn't plan on wearing any pants in Trey's presence.