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"Oh Jake! Oh, God! I'm c-cumming!"

Yeah. So that happened.

It was a few days after Jake and I told the families the news and we were exploring what was going on with each other. We did a lot of talking about what we each wanted and it was clear that we were on the same page. Jake wanted someone to share his life with and I wanted to be with him more than anyone else in the world. So we took to exploring each other physically and what made the other tick. Jake, it turned out, had a thing for having his ear nibbled on. I tried not to abuse it, but the way he almost went limp made the cutest little moan made it so hard for me not to do it to him. A lot.

I found he went after my neck, small bites, kissing, licking... it all made me go wild with lust. And he seemed to like that, because he did it a lot. We spent a lot of time lying in bed, laughing at the ridiculous German TV and I would listen to him translate for me as I ran my hands through his stomach fur and...

I guess, to put it mildly, we spent a lot of time curled up with each other, just enjoying the other's company, as we always had... but, not in the same way. It was like we were hanging out like best friends... but with more. He was more than just a friend to me. He was my wolf, my protector, my best friend... To quote Sally from Peanuts-- sorry, but classics are always classics--he was my sweet babboo.

Pushing his head down, so my tip was in his throat, I shot my load of cum in his mouth and after a few seconds of him sucking the cum from my spent cock, he swallowed it and crawled up onto me. He smiled down at me, his legs on either side of my stomach. His paw brushed the headfur out of my face and rested on my cheek. I kissed the paw and held it by my face.

"You're real talented with that mouth, babe," I said.

He smiled and leaned down to kiss my forehead.

"Well, the instrument you have for me to work with is pretty great too."

I snorted loudly.

"That was terrible, babe."

"Pfft! Whatever, dickhead," he said. "You've said stupider shit than that before."

"Like what? I love you?"

He leaned down and kissed my lips firmly, holding my hands down to the bed.

"Take that back," he said, the smile creeping onto his face.

"No," I giggled.

His hands dug into my sides, tickling me. I writhed and tried to fight it, but it was no use. He let up and I smiled up at him. He looked so cute with that black fur in his eyes. He swept it out of his eyes and ran his paw down my chest.

"I love you, Brent," he sighed happily.

"I love you too, Jake. You know I do. You know I always have."

He smiled and rested his head on my chest.

"So what's the plan? We gotta get back to London in a week and a half for our flight back."

"I was thinking that in a few days we can head over to Strasbourg and hang out there for a day or two because everyone's talking about how nice it is.

"Yeah... But what about going up to Berlin and then taking a train to Paris and then to London? " Jake suggested.

"That's an idea too. I just don't want to miss our flight back is all. Plus, we'll have some hanging out in New York to do."

"I still think that some hanging out in Berlin would be nice. It won't be too expensive and with the ICE, we can get there in a couple hours."

"Yeah, that'd be fine by me. But you'll have to translate for me," I said.

He smirked at me and said, "I do that as it is."

"Shut up," I said, slugging his arm hard.

He rubbed the sore spot on my arm before he pushed me on my back. I gave a light 'oof' before he put a leg on either side of me, leaning down to kiss my muzzle shut, before it could give any word of objection. He held me down as his paws rubbed my wrists. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't turned on by how dominant and forceful he was being.

I broke the kiss when an idea formed in my head.

"Jake get off me for a second," I managed.

"What is it?" he asked.

I pushed him down and pulled at his belt, hitting the clasp and slipping it off with ease.

"Not again, Brent. I love taking your cock, but, fuck. My ass hurts like a bitch."

I smirked at him and leaned down, pulling his pants and boxers down with equal abruptness.

"H-hey... what are you doing?"

I took his balls in my hand and gave them a squeeze. He let out a quiet moan as I licked his sheath up and down a few times, my flat tongue dragging along the furry prison. The scent of his musk so close to my nose clicked something in my head because I put my mouth around his sheath and pushed my tongue in.

Immediately my tongue made contact with his tapered wolf penis. The taste of what I assumed to be pre was a little salty for me but when Jake's claws dug into my back, I knew that what I was doing met with his approval.

"Oh G-God! Brent..." he whined, hips pushing closer to my face.

His member began its journey into my mouth. I was surprised at how smooth it tasted and how right it felt to be making Jake happy like this. I didn't think that I would ever be sucking another guy's dick. Even though I liked Jake for the longest time, I didn't think that I would be the one sucking him off. I just pictured him as the bottom in the relationship. He certainly didn't seem to mind it so far, but I had to prove to him--and myself--that this wasn't just me using him to get off.

I closed my eyes and pushed those thoughts out of my head. I held his cock firmly in a paw as my tongue swirled the copious pre that was leaking from him around the penis in question. His dick was hard as a rock and every time I pushed more of it into my mouth, his hands would keep me down. His hips gave light little humps. Normally, the thought of being humped might have made me a little uncomfortable. But this was Jake we were talking about. Nothing is more important than making him happy.

"Holy shit, Brent! You're amazing at that," he said between pants. His paws rubbed at my ear to show his approval. He continued giving light thrusts or quiet little moans with every flick of my tongue.

I squeezed his knot as it formed, pushing all the way down his cock. I had to pull off and give a few coughs.

"F-fuck. You make it look it easy," I managed.

"D-deepthroating takes practice, hon. Now back to sucking."

I smirked and did as I was told, taking his cock as far as I comfortably could. I moaned as jets of pre started squirting out faster. I knew he was close, so I took his balls in my paw and squeezed them as I bobbed happily. His cock started to twitch as his moans filled the room and likely alerted the rooms around us as to what we were doing.

His cum came as a rush, filling my mouth with such a gusto and a force that I pulled off and started coughing. The taste was... odd. Not unpleasant and not too bad. Salty to be sure, however. Jake moaned as I lay with my face in his crotch, happy to be of service.

"What was that for?" Jake asked, once he had composed himself.

"You always blow me, you always bottom and I just... I wanted to repay you. I thought it was the right thing to do," I said, climbing up next to him, holding him close to my chest.

"It was really nice of you, babe."

"I'm a nice guy," I said with a smart-ass smirk.

He smiled and kissed me.

"So how did you like it?" he asked.

"It was nice, actually. It was really hot, actually. And knowing how much you liked it was just great. Plus... I thought it was only fair."

"What about the cum?"

My ears drooped and I looked away.

"It was gross. I mean, I dealt with it. Not my favorite thing, though. I did it because I love you and I wanted to make you happy," I said.

"You're cute," Jake said, kissing me as his tail wagged about.

* * *

We didn't spend much time in Berlin. It was really great and everything, but the thing that just got under my skin about it was that every single building had graffiti on it. I mean, I can understand some, but I'm not even kidding. Every. Single. Building. I don't think I saw one building there that didn't have some kind of gang sign or protest or spray-painted something on it.

We did the normal tourist stuff, including Checkpoint Charlie and the Berlin Wall. I don't know; it just didn't feel that great. I think we were both anxious to get back home to our families, even with my argument with mine, that we weren't too focused on what was going on around us.

The second night in Berlin, after a nice dinner, Jake and I lay together in the bed, thinking of what had happened earlier in the week between me and my parents.

"I just can't believe that after all that my dad said, after all the speeches he made in his campaign about equality and acceptance... he couldn't accept me," I sighed.

"Brent, they'll come around. Trust me. I know it's a hard thing to accept, but trust me, they'll come around," Jake said, rubbing my cheek.

"You don't know that. Your parents accepted you!" I had been wallowing in self-pity for days, constantly self-commiserating and bitching.

I think Jake was just sick of my shit.

Jake hit the side of my head hard.

"Shut the fuck up, Brent. Honestly, shut the fuck up. Yeah, they accepted that I'm gay, but I had to tell them that I wanted to be a fur and was hated for it. My parents barely talked to me for months. It took a lot of work, but they were okay with it. So don't you dare say that I don't know. That's a dirty, fucking, lie. And you know it. Trust me on this, they will come around. It may take some time, but they will come around to the idea."

I sighed and nodded, not sure if I believe him or not. My stomach was in knots and, in general, I felt a little numb. I didn't know how they could accept me. I saw the anger in their eyes... and the disappointment.

It was the disappointment that left me feeling so empty.