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Swim Meet : Issue 5.5

_As usual, character copyright by their author Hunterwolf, 2007.

And here, a quickie. Something short...hopefully sweet. Join our wuff in his explorations of his new toy._

THE black dildo glistened, newly opened and christened with lube. A young wolf knelt, naked and erect, the phallic sword he wielded reverently in his paws about to be sheathed for the very first time, waiting patiently to penetrate willing flesh.

It was late, the house shrouded in darkness, save for one room, where flickering light was cast by a lion and whitetail deer writhing passionately on a white sheeted bed, the sound muted, but Roan could imagine the moans of pleasure, the sharp panting of breath.

As Roan handled the rubber cock, turning it, trying to build up the courage to use it, the dildo caught the computer screen light, seeming to be a real cock covered in precum, or so Roan imagined.

He set it down on its flat base on the bedside table and picked up the tube of lube, squeezing out some of the clear gel onto his fingers, then reaching between his legs, to the cleft of his ass, to the tight rim of his tailhole, and began to apply the gel, smearing it around the outside, then slowly, very slowly, sliding a slick finger into his ass.

He pulled it out, squirted more lube onto it, and slide it back inside, forcing himself to relax, squeezing with his tailhole muscles slightly so as to allow the finger easier access.

It took several minutes, but finally Roan felt he was ready. A white cloth lay alongside him, and he wiped his paw off on it. Reaching over, he hefted the wolf dildo, gazed at it a moment longer, looked up at his computer, the lion now screwing his deer slowly, tenderly.

The tip of the dildo probed at his ring, probed and pierced it, slowly, slowly, sliding in painstakingly carefully as Roan lowered himself onto it. The tip of the cock forced aside his tight ring, demanding entrance, and Roan grunted uncomfortably. Then, with a sharp but brief pain it slipped inside, and Roan whimpered.

He paused at that, catching his breath, aware suddenly that he'd been holding it in. It felt, awkward, having something thick and hard inside you. Sure, he'd fingered himself before, but this was much thicker.

When he felt he'd become accustomed to the welcome invader he lowered himself further. At first it slid in easily, and he relaxed, but then the deeper it slid, and the thicker the shaft became, the young wolf began to grimace and he stopped, breathing heavily, torn between pulling it out and leaving it in, to get used to the feeling of a thick cock inside his virgin ass.

He sank lower, the rubber cock delving deeper and deeper, and with a sudden grunt of pain Roan raised himself, pulling himself off the cock, gasping. He gritted his teeth. Geez, this was harder than he thought. He wondered how Gan had managed to take Roan's cock when the wolf had fucked him.

Practice. Experience. Spreading his legs for more than just Roan's cock. At that thought, the wolf's cock twitched, as though eager to continue. Roan was surprised he was still hard. He stroked himself, moaning softly as he fondled his balls.

More lube entered his ass, made the black cock slicker, and once again Roan straddled it, wiping his paw off on the white cloth. He began stroking himself, making a fist around his shaft, and slowly lowered himself. He felt it enter him, gritted his teeth as he prepared for the spasm of pain and when it came he grunted, but realized it wasn't as bad as before.

With the rubber wolf cock halfway in Roan paused, and began stroking himself faster, harder. He watched the lion now furiously pounding away at the deer beneath him, grasping his hips as he thrust his hips forward, burying his feline meat deep and hard.

Roan let go of the dildo and slowly raised himself, feeling the rubber slide past his ring, against his insides. Then he lowered himself, moaning softly as he began to feel more pleasure, stimulated from within and without.

Roan reached back with his free paw, snaked it under his pillow, and withdrew Gan's white briefs. He brought them to his muzzle, pressed the soft cloth against his nose and inhaled deeply. The stallion's musky scent filled him, and he found himself riding the rubber cock faster, realizing that it was entering him more and more each time he lowered himself.

The wolf forced himself to ignore the brief pain as the shaft became thicker, forced himself to ignore the discomfort, focused only on his cock sliding wetly through his paw, on the fragrant smell of stallion sweat and sex, and the rutting of a couple of porn furs.

Roan's breath came faster as he rode the fake cock, hardly daring to believe that it could feel this good. All these sensations combined to drive the young wolf wild with lust. He closed his eyes, imagined he was straddling Gan, and then Coach Madson, and then Gan again, riding them wildly.

Now fully impaled of the slick wolf dildo, Roan rode it faster, and harder, slowly pushing the limits of what he could handle. The knot beat against his tailhole, but Roan was reluctant to try and take that inside of him. At least, for now.

Having been denied orgasm earlier the evening, and having to put up with a hardon most of the night after arriving home, waiting, waiting, for the elder wolves to go to bed so that he could pleasure himself with his new toy, Roan's libido was rampant.

His balls ached with the need to spill their loads, his cock quivering in his grasp as he brought himself closer and closer to sweet, much desired release. His body shivered in anticipation, and he felt himself nearing orgasm.

Abruptly he withdrew his paw from his cock, stopped is riding of the wolf dildo, leaving it hilted inside him. His breath came fast and ragged, but he forced himself to relax, to hold off on shooting his load.

Roan wanted to make this last, wanted more time to play with himself, to accustom himself to having something hard and thick inside him. If he came now, he'd have to wait till he was ready to cum again before enjoying the dildo. He couldn't deny that being hard and horny helped tremendously with the insertion of anything up his tailhole. On the couple of occasion's he'd tried fingering himself, being horny at the time was much more desirable.

On screen, the lion had removed himself from his deer and was pawing off, his cock inches away from his lover's face. Roan began stroking himself again, timing his pawing with the lion's. The lion's muzzle contorted in pleasure and several streams of pearly white cum sprayed the deer's face.

Roan lay back, spreading his legs, reaching out to pull the dildo from his ass. He grunted as it slid out, the ring of his tailhole clamping shut once the intruder had left. More lube coated his tailhole, more lube coated the dildo, and again and again the young wolf gritted his teeth, sliding the black rubber fully inside him, withdrawing it completely, and repeating as his paw slide firmly and slowly along his wolfhood.

Tilting his head, the lion and deer were replaced by two jackals in jockstraps, sitting on a wooden bench in a locker room, their paws gliding over each other's athletic bodies as their tongues danced in wild abandon.

When at last the porn had run its course, Roan could no longer handle it. He need to cum. He needed, desperately, to release his pent up libido. With dildo well hilted the young wolf turned over, grabbing the cloth he'd used to wipe his paw on earlier, and placed it beneath his crotch. It was soft, and felt sensual against his rampant cock.

Burying his face in his pillow, he allowed himself to moan louder as he humped his bed, one paw reaching back to wield the wolf dildo. He felt his ass close around the rubber, felt the warm rush of exhilaration, the build up to orgasm. Humping the cloth faster and harder, his moans became louder, though still muffled.

The tip of the rubber cock probed him, stroked his prostate, and drove the young wolf wild. He couldn't believe it felt this good, this...amazing...to be on the verge of cumming with something inside you.

"Fuck...yes...fuck my teen hole, Gan, Coach. Fuck me. NOW!" Roan gasped into the pillow, pulling Gan's and Coach Madson's faces into his head, imaging that the cock inside him was real, was theirs.

When orgasm overtook him, the wolf was unprepared for the sheet assault on his senses. He didn't care about holding back, about who might hear. The pleasure was too great, too overwhelming, and he grunted and moaned loudly, and when he came, when he seeded the cloth, felt his load soak into his stomach fur, felt the surge of seed rush hot and eager up his cock, his panting and grunts were uncontrolled.

Dimly aware that his muzzle was no longer buried in his pillow, Roan continued to whine in pleasure, uncaring, losing himself in how spectacular this orgasm felt. Once his body had relaxed, and he slumped down, cock and stomach wet and sticky, he simply closed his eyes and lay, panting, exhausted, his eyelids heavy.

He needed to clean himself, but he couldn't bring himself to muster the energy required to move. Of its own volition, his ass slowly forced the dildo out, and the young wolf simply let it slip from him. Fatigue seeped into his muscles, addled his brain, and sleep, deep and warm, embraced and welcomed him.

_To be continued.

Just something to tide you over while I work on Issue 6. Why not include this in Issue 6? I have plans for how Issue 6 starts...and a little yiffery would conflict. So, hope you furs enjoyed ^.^ Issue 6 will be with you soon enough.

Will our young wolf be ridden at last? Or will something crop up? Find out, in the next installment. ^.^_