Rough Looking Guy
Male, 35, Hyena
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Sometime in 2007, before I started dating my current long term boyfriend, I had an encounter with this very rough-looking wolf guy. He wore black and grey camo pants, heavy, black boots, a kind of a black leather coat and he had part of his head furs shown for a really shaggy, dangerous look. He kinda looked like someone who you'd expect more to be into punching guys and not fucking them, but there he was in the gay bar, pretty obviously looking for fun.
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I'm not sure how his choice came for me, though. I was then thirty or so, a bit out of shape, just kinda minding my own business there, drinking a couple of beers down to feel the soothing effects of the alcohol. That wolf guy just sat close enough. exchanged a couple of words, drank a beer, went out for a cigarette, came back, had another beer. When he went to the toilet, I thought he'd probably use that as an excuse to find a more interesting place to sit at. He came back, though, and we chatted some more.
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It wasn't too late, only around ten, when he asked if I wanted to go somewhere and do something. It was blunt enough for sure, and though I hadn't really planned for anything, I thought that being spontaneous might be a change for my usual behavior, so...I basically let him pick me up. The wolf took me out to the street and we walked about a hundred yards to the nearby Seven Eleven parking lot where he'd left his car. It was an old banger with an air refresher hanging from he rear view mirror, and he even had a small Confederate flag glued on the rear bumper. I almost backtracked when I saw that, thinking that this was maybe some kind of a ploy to gay bash me or something, but the guy just lit a cigarette and told me to get in.
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I was feeling somewhat nervous, being in a car with this rough-voiced, rough-looking guy who smoked even as he drove and filled the car with noxious fumes. He didn't say anything as we drove on, and my heart kept beating harder as we drove along the streets. Then he suddenly hit the breaks and drove into a kind of an alley between two buildings, barely wide enough to drive a car through past the dumpsters lining the brick walls. It was really dark there, and once he turned off the engine, it became even darker when the car lights went out.
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"Suck my goddamn dick," the wolf said.
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What else did he do? Well, he rolled the window open on the driver's side, which eased up the smoke situation a little, but not much, since he lit up another one, adjusted the seat a little, and spread his legs a little. The seat belt clicked, and just as he took a drag from his cigarette and blew the smoke out through the window, I heard another kind of a noise that was instantly identified in my mind.
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My heart pounding, I reached over across the central console, and felt up for what he wanted me to touch. I felt the roughness of the zipper, but that was it, when I put my paw down and curled my fingers around the thick, damp shaft. He must've been not wearing underwear for his night out, I realized, with a little throb of my own dick.
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"You gonna or nawt?"
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I only gave him the most token of pawjobs before I leaned over awkwardly, planted a paw on the side of the bench, and put my muzzle down on him. His non-cigarette-holding paw immediately landed on my neck and guided me in. Strong musk filled my nose as I closed, partially on my own volition, otherwise encouraged by the roughneck wolf's paw, pressing me down. I opened my maw wide just in time to get it stuffed with some wolf cock, filled to the brim. This forced me to breathe through my nose and get a massive whiff of unwatched sheath. I salivated, swallowed, and gagged a bit, all simultaneously, when the tip poked the back of my muzzle. I let out a gurgling sound and the wolf let out a grunt that was probably meant to be highly satisfied.
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He just kept his paw there and I kept him in my maw, swallowing a couple of times, trying to get used to the feeling of being stuffed, using my tongue a little, but there wasn't too much space. My lips kissed his knot which was surrounded by my fingers, still holding onto the base of his shaft. I gave it an experimental squeeze, and the wolf flexed his hips and drove himself even deeper into me. I almost gagged again, and felt my saliva leak from my lips and over my chin, probably onto his pants, too.
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There was no being nice about it. He humped my maw and I tried not to gag, and there wasn't much else to it. He wasn't really energetic enough about it to call it a proper muzzlefuck, and his paw kept me still enough that I wasn't really giving him the best I could when it came to blowjobs, either, but that's how it went. My nose pressed against his wet sheath furs, filling my nose with that musk again and again, just like my muzzle got a thick thrusting from the wolf's bulky tool. The awkward position left my back aching after a while, and so did my jaws. It wasn't the most enjoyable sex I ever had, but it was something...not that I felt too proud afterwards, when the wolf bucked a couple of times, cussed something, and sprinkled some ash onto my head furs when he finally drove himself to the hilt and unloaded a few thick spurts into my maw. The tangy fluid got stuck on the walls of my muzzle and the back of my throat, and I had to swallow several times and coughed a bit when he finally let me sit up.
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My back twinged, and the almost pleasant muskiness was quickly replaced by the stench of the cigarette. The red glow was gone, so he seemed to have finished up. Soon the seat belt clicked.
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"Y'wanna go to the bus stop or something?"
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I swallowed heavily to get the odd taste moving from my lips, and nodded.
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"Okay," I said.
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He didn't even bother pushing his dick back into his pants when he turned on the car, reversed, and drove for a couple of minutes before I could see a bus stop sign in the glow of a streetlight. He suddenly pulled up about a hundred yards from the clearly marked bus stop and stopped the car, leaving the engine to run.
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He flicked an ear in acknowledgement when I stepped out of the car, but that was it. He made an illegal U-turn and drove to the other direction without passing me on my way to the deserted bus stop, my paws stuffed in my pockets to keep a chill out.
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I still sometimes ask my boyfriend to do that to me...just push my head down on his dick and make me suck him without further questions. He doesn't mind. He probably doesn't know what I think when I'm doing that to him. I'm glad my boyfriend isn't a smoker.
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Male hyena, 35
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