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The black wolf barked out a chuckle as he propped himself with an arm over the desolated college corridors. The young lupine walked his, from this night on, Alma matter in search for the only thing he would miss. But there was no reason to be sorry, not tonight. The canine laughed losing his breath as he neared the copy room.

He was smashed, and even two hours after his last drink and several cups of coffee, he still felt like a zombie, stumbling sometimes with his own feet, he walked clumsily but confidently. Maybe he had drunk a bit too much at the party, but he hardly cared, he was a big strong wolf out to take on the world; but at the moment, he was simply looking forward to the best part of the night.

Markus Dent groped his sticky cock, feeling it swell again under his jeans. He thought for a second about Kate and how he fucked her in her parent's room, how she moaned and howled and contorted under him. Bitch... but she didn't matter, she was just a lousy laid, an easy bitch to fuck... his fag hag, and she wasn't even worth it anyway.

His nostril soon caught the smell of increasing arousal, his swollen shaft still felt slick with pre and cum and saliva, yet he remembered his little plan... he just had to keep walking... for now. His black floppers perked at the sound of the photocopiers and printers working, the mechanical sounds drowning his ragged and audible breathes. There you are. Walking inside the copy room Mark looked for the big mass of black fur he was looking for.

"Hey..." The wolf said with a coarse voice.

No answer. Ernie's probably still mad.

"Hey bear." He said finally spotting Ernesto, a black bear, maneuvering the printing machines; he looked just like two years ago, if not better. Those strong shoulders and bulging arms and muscular broad back that gave him the perfect build for an offensive tackle were still there and looking thicker... plus that exceptionally rounded backside, though the last part was just of Mark's interest.

"Hey!" It was obvious he was ignoring him now. The bear walked from one machine to another and another making sure they were loaded and copying correctly... but he did with that small limp. "You know I won't move from here, do you?"

Markus noticed how 'Ernie' kept on with his work, glancing from time to time at him with a look mixed of dread and mistrust. The bear sighed after finishing his checking up. "Figured as much."

Knowing himself smelling randy, Mark walked up to the bear already turning to face him. He still wore his short sleeve shirt with that trade mark two buttons unused style, always allowing his sculpted chest of massive proportions to be sensuously revealed. "Show off."

"What?" The bear questioned as Mark placed a paw over his chestfur and rubbed the muscles behind them. "Here for one last fuck before moving on with your life?" Ernie snorted. Between the musky smell of arousal and the wolf's natural scent he caught another, and he grew anxious. "And right after fucking her no less."

"I can leave if you want me to." The wolf was quick with his answer, and extracted his wanted result.

The bear whined lightly.

Mark rejoiced in that overly known desire to dominate coursing his being, still it was numbed by the knowledge of his own negligence, the undeserved ignorance over old sacrifices that made him what he was, debts he never upheld, and there was the prove, hidden under the white shirt was a small chain, he remembered that chain... and the ring it held, plus the one the bear had in paw.

"Things never changed, Markus." The bear said sounding conflicted. "You're out of here, I stay in the mess, just like before." Ernie breathed heavily on the musty air around the wolf, savoring and delighting on the powerful masculine smell, and exhaled slowly before continuing. "I won't deny I still want you though." Ernie pushed the one year older wolf lightly, making him backpedal with the length of his arm. "Now leave, this pamphlets aren't printing themselves."

But in truth they were... mostly.

Markus' inside began to churn with a mix of rage and disappointment; in his drunken haze he figured out a plan, but he was now stuck at phase two: convincing the bear, if there was no progress in the next twenty minutes, there wouldn't be any part four or five. But what he would miss the most was part three: fuck with the bear.

There was no denying that Mark came expecting different results, and that there was no imposing over Ernie if he didn't allow things to happen. "It can be one last if you want." But Mark was willing to take the risks, just like he did back in sophomore year, slowly this time he brought his paws over Ernie's crotch, feeling his sleeping monster beneath the layers of cloth.

Here he comes. Bruin arms rose readying its claws for the attack. Just like before. Those claws quickly pierced the wolf's jacket and reached his black fur covered skin. Mark bared his teeth and growled stilling directly into Ernesto's dark brown eyes.

"No..." Ernie looked conflicted still, he wants this. "Not here."

"Still have that key." The wolf tried. "For the restroom."

Once the bear nodded, Mark followed him into a small corridor to the left. The walk was silent, only his snickers and the bear's shoes screeched and knocked against the polished floor. Mark didn't like this... part two wasn't going well. He inspected the bear in hopes to say something about him to clear things up but all he could see was how that A-grade ass moving and swinging with each of the bear's steps, and how that scruffy little tail protruded from his pants and...

Mark coughed.

He tried to clear his mind looking somewhere else, trying to find a subject that didn't say: I see you're hot and I'm glad we're gonna fuck.

"Erm..." he started with a standard cliché subject. "And how are classes going?"

Ernie snorted.

"I'm managing."

And Mark wished it was true, he knew about night classes being a hellish prove of relicense and endurance. Again Mark's eyes focused on the bear's lower body, this time on his leg, his right leg. He limped every three or four steps. "You... you ok?"

The bear ignored.

Once they arrived to a door, they bear opened with a small key, a stolen key. Ernie turned to see the wolf, he looked the same... the same bastard. "Just get inside."

Once the wolf got in, he pounced onto him, his larger frame enveloping the lupine in a bear hug from behind. He was going to get the best out of this 'last time'. Ernie kissed the wolf's neck and led him to the small but known cot, the wolf growled the same as always, so unwilling to submit, all just part of the foreplay, the bear didn't mind. But when he took a good whiff of him...

He bit on his neck.

There was that betrayer's scent and the smell of her sex, marking his once lover, his once wolf as hers. Mark yelped feeling those teeth on his skin after so much, this time though there was no nibbling, no playful biting, those pointy fangs buried themselves into his durable skin, making Mark arch his back and hiss trying to contain his pain.

"Imbesil..." Growled the bear.

But then licked the wound he produced and carefully walked the wolf with baby steps towards the small bed, taking his football jacket and then pulling up his bloodstained t-shirt. Mark growled again when the bear tried unbuckling his belt.

"What makes you think this time you're in charge?" Raking and digging on the lupine's skin the bear began to growl throatily. "Then again, what makes you think I brought you here to just '_ fuck _'?"

The wolf didn't even have time to gulp. Ernesto clamped his muzzle with an iron gripping paw and forced it downwards, almost making the lupine to gag with his own tongue.

"So you think, you can come here and fuck me after all this time." Ernesto rushed them onto the bed and threw themselves on it, the wolf falling face first on it. With the same or greater strength the bear turned the wolf seeing his face full of terror at his psychotic stare and snarl. Back in the day the pair would use this very place to do their deranged acts of sex for the very reason that it was practically impossible for anyone to hear, the wolf knew that. And that made him panic.

But Ernie chuckled.

And then began to openly laughing.

"AHAHAAHAA!" The bear grinded himself into the wolf beneath him. "You should've seen the look on your face."

"You motherfucker!"

Quickly the bear left his laughter and stared at the wolf. "You're lucky I'm still hot for you."

Ernie dived into the wolf's muzzle and planted a deep passionate kiss that took Mark by surprise, burly arms wrapped around the pinned lupine's back and trailed down, raising the wolf to better meet the tongue bathing his lips, and he allowed. Soon their tongues wrestled and tasted one another, liquor and caffeine and pizza traces all went ignored, only the masculine taste of another male was caught as they explored each other's muzzle.

"Yeeyk..."

The wolf let out an almost breathless yelp as Ernie yanked his tail. He remembered what that meant, what the bear would go for. Slowly the big bruin propped himself with one arm as the other went to unbutton his pants and let his cock free of his boxers. Mark looked down at the humongous and still growing cock, it looked menacing already but he knew it wasn't its maximum girth nor length.

"Scared?"

Mark didn't answer, he wouldn't answer, he wanted to growl but all his vocal cords could manage was a pitiful whimper. His eyesight went back to the bear's face, adorned by a shit eating grin. If he were to play bottom this would be a pretty long and painful night, he didn't want that.

But Ernie licked his nose.

"Don't worry." He rumbled. "I think I've been missing some good pounding anyway."

The bear growled, this time to himself.

"I've been fucking missing you, you creep." Hesitating, the bear once more tried unbuckling Mark's belt. He breathed deeply into the wolf's musky scent while trying to ignore the bitch's own. He was gonna play that role anyway.

Seeing the bear's new demeanor, filled the wolf with renewed willpower, he knew the play, he knew his role.

He growled.

He helped the bruin unzipping his pants and pull them down to revealed his aching maleness, leaking and reeking of sex. With leaded eyes and a watering muzzle the bear took it whole, balls deep, and stretching enough to engulf his swelling knot. With expert movements the ursine tongue rubbed the underside and lapping and suckling the pole while his lips caressed the enormous meatball.

"Yeah, just like that." Mark mused.

The wolf showed his appreciation the best way he knew, shoving his cock as far as it could get. The bear mumbled and bobbed his head over the slickened cock, humming over the hot and spicy flavor. He let knot out to concentrate in his bobbing forward pushing over the length while both of them let loss of their pants and throw them at the bed's feet.

"Not trying to rush things, dude." The bear spoke with the pink shaft held in paw like it was a microphone. "But I do need go back and check on those printers."

With a stung of disappointment the black canine nodded at his old friend, he knew it wasn't unlikely of him to see for his responsibilities even through his lust.

Mark harrumphed. "...alright."

"How do you want me..." The bear's maturing features made room for a wholehearted smile. "...stud?"

Stud. Mark thought taken aback. Thinking back on how things were before. "Get on the border of the bed." He said pushing the bear up. "...one knee over it."

The bear complied. "You'll find what you need in that bag..." He said pointing to a nearby night table and the black duffel bag. Mark sighed, usually they'd go barebacking... he fished for the supplies, a small bottle and an ursidae condom, it would probably feel a bit sloppy since it was the bear's size but it would do the trick.

Walking behind the bear he carefully applied the generic lube over his paws, with experte paws Mark spread the bear's cheeks and gave the black bear a long slow lick that made him shudder. Then with two fingers he pried open the exposed hairy pucker, ploughin to the first knuckle without much trouble. Mark spread the bruin's cheeks wider while his naughty tongue played with that scruffy little tail. In and out, wolven paws diligently rubbed Ernie's insides, both ex-lovers groaned in unison. Leaving the now moistened appendage, Mark's muzzle traced down to the pulled apart rounded cheeks and licked over them, brushing the hairy pucker and running down to meet Ernie's big swaying balls. Soon another finger joined the prodding, the ursine yowled, clenching his hairy pucker around the invaders. Seeing his partner in such submissive position after so long, had the wolf turned on to the point of bursting, his overused cock was already drooling again with hopes of digging through such and desirable tightness.

Ernie for his part bared his teeth willing himself not to cum, fighting not to grab his cock and pump in a possessed madness, trying not to push back on those meaty fingers. The bear felt his abdomen and hips moving slightly trying to meet each thrust, trying to allow them deeper and deeper. But a sound caught his attention. In the distance one of the printers stopped working.

"Damn..." the bear hissed. "Dude, get it in already."

"Eager are we?" The wolf mused unaware.

"Shut it, and plug me."

Mark needed no more permission, he jolted up and he bit off the wrapper and carefully placed the condom over his cock, feeling a bit of strangeness over his length and a bit of pressure over his knot. He preferred the canine magnum no doubt. Mark grunted and pushed back to meet wolf's cockhead as it kissed his backside for the first time in years, he pressed back again trying to feel it again but the stupid wolf wasn't there to push back on.

"...the hell are you doing?" The bear growled out turning to see the kneeling wolf toss an I-phone to the bed. "What's this for?"

"You'll see."

Again the wolf guided his pointy member into Mark's taint, circling around the puckered hole and making the bear rumble in anxiousness. But soon he was pushing himself in, with one forceful thrust the wolf buried half his eight inches mast, Mark roared and hit his head on the mattress, but still pushed back, his prostrate felt palpitating, the sensation although painful also felt amazingly hot, his whole body trembled while his ass felt on fire as the intruding phallus retired...

"Urgh..."

Only to be buried the same again, this time reaching deeper and making the bear roar. Ernie was now openly breeding himself into the cock, Mark marveled in the sight of his shaft being eaten and pulled back out of that hairy crack, how it hungrily took it and squeezed before spewing it out. Mark watched as his ex and ex-footballer, a true top dog by all means, humped and impaled himself like a bitch in heat, groaning and grunting hotly at every indescribable sensation. But Mark was a man of laziness, he added his own effort translated in numberless thrusts, rocking his hips and pounding against tighthole, and caressed the bears rounded cheeks and slapped at them just to fuck around, earning a few disapproving growls from the ravaged bear.

Mark leaned against the bear's broad back, feeling it more like rugged warn mat, Ernie's chest heaved almost rhythmically with each hump and each rocking movement, lupine fangs and tongue began to rinse along the furry nape, stroking and pulling over the bear's hairs. Ernie arched himself when finally the whole length buried and a punch size glove knocked violently over his straining tightring. He started huffing trying to contain back his needs to moan, he was a man, and men don't moan.

With a strong grip Mark steadied the trembling bear, holding him while he was taken with a rough, sideway motion, moving left to right and up and down, and then circling, finding interesting and pleasurable angles while trying to stretch the bear's hole good. All the thrusting motion now befell on the bear who eagerly took the chance to lift his leg over the floor on the bed and get on all fours but soon bucked back, always aiming to get the better reach in the circling cock.

"Shh-shit..."

Mark growled, baring his teeth and feeling himself overstimulated. He bit on the bear's nape and forced him to stop, he stopped his own movement, this was just starting... and maybe some situation down on the bear's groin was needed, both the wolf's paws drawed down to the bear's hard belly and to the protruding meat-tower hanging unattended for the moment. Slick and thicker than the wolf's own member the monster cock, throbbed and spurted a strand of pre, Ernie groaned delighted as not just one paw but two stroked his aching length and began to hump into their grip.

"Urgh!"

Again the wolf bit on his bitch. Showing him when to hump and when not to. Ernie yelped again and complied, he stayed unmoved with those paws barely touching his shaft and not moving, sometimes their claws would scratch over the slick skin and make him groan, sometimes they'd grip and make him chuff. Accomplishing only in making the bear a very frustrated bruin, but at least the cock inside him gave him something to relay on, he clenched and unclenched his inner walls over the pole, milking it and making the wolf moan.

"Bitch..." Said the bear.

And he got a cock jabbing his backside as an answer, again and again the wolf rocked into him, spreading his rear entrance and driving himself deeper, soon the light kissed of the knot could be considered French kisses that made the bear feel yet another surge of pain and pleasure. Again that swollen member rocked over his prostate and made him grip over the bed sheets... he'll probably have to answer for their state later.

"Look who's talking." Mark rammed into the bear, battering all his defenses and making him grunt each time again. Soon the big bruin was bucking back meeting each movement, making the invading knot gain more and more space inside him.

*RING*

Oh there it is. Mark's tail wagged uncontrollably and leaned over the bear's back, again trying to steady him and nibbled on his rounded floppers. *RING* Making his tongue dance around the bear's ear and pulling his attention to his words.

*RING*

"Why don't you pick up the phone?" The wolf asked still pounding away, still ramming himself deeper and dampening the bear's back ear.

"Wou... wouldn't ugh... that be... huff... inappropriate?"

*RING*

There was the same old bear, always having to the polite, cultured and reserved bear. "Answer." The wolf commanded, his voice left no space for deterrence. "And turn on the speaker."

With a shaky paw and two hundred and seventy pounds ramming his ass, did the bear pick the phone and pressed the buttons.

"Mark?" A female voice asked. Ernie gasped, he recognized the voice. "Mark what... are you having sex?"

Wolven claws and teeth dug into the bear's skin and made him yelp. The seemingly never-ending pounding slowly increased in pace and rhythm, Mark pulled out and pushed in faster quavering jabs that made the bear gasp again. "Answer." He whispered right into the bear's ear.

"Hey... Katey."

Mark intensified his efforts making the bear drop the phone and more of that knot screeched his hole, making every muscle in his body ache and strain under the increased force.

"What are you doing with Mark's phone faggot..." Ernie gave a throaty chuckle, he knew the bitch was a bit slow, he tutored her sometimes after all. "...Oh my god!"

"Urghh..."

Mark began to fuck his bear with abandon, taking on the conversation as a fuel to ensue the race for the needed release, "Tell her..." He whispered again to the bear. "...what we're doing."

"Yeah... hehe." The bear could barely form any word in his head, a dense fog of lust and pleasure clouded his thoughts, all being produced by the very rutting he was being subject of, all the sensual sensation and feelings intensified tenfold by a sick revenge on the girl that outed him to the football team. "Gue... guess uhg... guess who's plowing my ass right now?"

"You... you don't..."

Ernie's back arched again on the intense hot movements of their joined bodies, each thrust met by and equally strong bucking back, his now burning cock drooled heavily between his legs, urging him to hold it and hump on it but he didn't. He was satisfied with the fact the sloppily slapping sound of their hips rutting together served as a background for their little chat.

"I guess you don't... believe me." Mark stopped to thrust, buried deep side the his bear, and let paws wander and explore the large bruin's body, the curves of his rump, his lower back, the thick muscles and arms. "Right?" Ernie felt strange currents coursing each place those calloused lupine paws surveyed all over his torso and twice as much when they clamped over his nipples. Ernie growled before continuing. "Hey Mark. Say hi!"

"Hey deary." Mark spoke into the offered phone, wittily remembering to call the bitch the same Ernie did back when all was good. "Remember I told you I had some great news for you. Well, here you have them:" He slapped his bear's ass. "We're breaking up!"

"I'm so gonna ruin you, Mark." Kate snarled over the phone, gleefully unaware that those two fags were going back at it. Mark with renewed sexual potency now. "All of the NLF will know of this. Your stinky faggot tail won't be allowed in..."

"Go on ahead." Mark replied between his teeth and steeling himself as his pounding reached a new level, his thick cock tackling Ernie's abused but well used taint. His bear braced himself enduring the pounding with just a few snarls. "I trust that you spread the rumor well."

"Why you!"

"So there, deary." The wolf said before throwing the phone over the bed. "So much for your football husband, right?"

They both knew their breeding was about to end, there were all the sings now. The aching cock between the bear's leg felt about to burst, balls already closing to their bodies, Mark's thrusts became erratic and unpredictable. But there was still the same energy and insistent ploughs.

"Good bye, now." The bear said seeing the call wasn't ended. "You're ex's... urgh... about to knot me." He could've stopped there but... "Feel free to hear us... go for it... though."

"Urgh!"

"Take me!" Ernie ordered aloud.

Again the wolf bit on the bear, a mating bite this time; one that brought his face onto the bed as his ass was open wider than ever. With the bear pinned over and with his weight as help the wolf jackhammered himself inside, bombing the slicked hole until he finally buried himself with a sloppy plop and an echoing howl. Jet after jet of white messy wolf seed were contained inside the latex as the wolf kept on thursting a much as he could being tied. Still humping against the small thrust the bear found his own climax, and with powerful deafening roar. the ursine slattered his share of cum over the cot.

Now totally spent both big guys fell over the mattress, it was just as small as ever, it couldn't hold more than half their bodies. But there they rested, the wolf feeling himself the maximum alpha after dominating such a great beast through one interesting session of fucking, and the bear having satisfied that aching need back there after so long.

"So are we back together?" The wolf asked hopefully.

The bear thought for a second, that soon turned to a minute. What did the wolf do there was stupid, but still it felt relieving in too many ways. Maybe he could give it a try...

"You have the weirdest ways to prove yourself, uh?" The bear mused, squeezing the member inside him and feeling himself full... he missed that feeling.

"I do." And he missed that wolf.

"Well, among other things you'll have to be more careful where you want to get it on." The bear retorted somewhat angry about the whole thing. "And at least call the police when people are trying to kill me."

"Yeah..." Mark felt like and asshole. "Sorry."

But Mark wasn't completly done yet, part four went correctly... and now for part five. He pulled the small chain from the bear's neck, and there it was. His old ring.

"Can I?" Mark asked with both paws in front of the bear's muzzle, just about to place the ring in the corresponding finger.

Ernie still felt contraried about the whole ordeal but he could deal with those feelings later, right now there was a bigger problem, there was something else in the bear's mind now. "Shit... I still don't finish the copies." And he was stunck with a wolf inside him.