Renewal
Renewal
The scent of fresh growth wafted on the breeze as it drifted through the open window. It was a promising day, the promise of summer being fulfilled after a disappointingly wet spring. There were what looked to be storm clouds far on the horizon, but it was nothing to worry about yet. A large gray wolf was looking out at the road and the light traffic as he stacked papers. His dark gray pelt rippled as he bent down and grabbed a stray letter opener from under the oak desk, and he muttered a brief curse at his own clumsiness for knocking everything over in the first place. He misjudged the edge of the desk, and knocked his head just behind his left ear smartly on the edge. "Nice job, Raln," he muttered. Grabbing the offending letter opener, he tossed it on top of the papers.
Raln didn't really know what to do with himself at the moment, as he had no orders to fill and didn't really feel like getting the forge up and running on the sketchiest of plans. While he did enjoy how doing custom weaponsmithing out of his workshop filled his time as well as paid the bills, sometimes he wished that there was something more rote he could do. "I could always just start up five cheap replicas, that's repetitive and pointless enough," he muttered again to himself, though not even close to having any positive opinion at all on that suggestion. Besides, it was getting into the evening, not midday, and the idea of setting up at such a time was even less pleasant.
Finally, he settled on some forum browsing online as a means of wasting some time. Loathing the vapidness of the current network darlings and not quite in the mood to play video games, the internet was the obvious solution. But first he'd need to grab the surge protector out of his workshop, which was currently serving as a makeshift extension to an old extension cord that was just too short to reach the outlet. Another testament to his clumsiness, Raln had dropped a hot chunk of metal on the previous cord earlier in the week, and had yet to purchase a replacement for the standby that he'd dredged out to make do with in the meantime.
Technically, the workshop was supposed to be a two-car garage, but since there was only one car between Raln and his mate, the wolf had long since filled the other half up with his equipment. It was more than a little cramped, but since most everything could be jammed onto one side when not in use, it worked well enough. He didn't bother to turn on the lights, as the white of the protector was more than visible enough from the light streaming through the doorway. Raln removed the connection from it, unplugged the thing, and shut the door. The breeze had a bit of a cold nip to it during the short trot back to the house, something that the wolf found very pleasant against the bare fur of his chest. Like most times when he was at home and not working, he was wearing only a pair of knee-length black denim shorts and the boxers beneath them.
Raln shut the kitchen door behind him, and continued on downstairs to his computer. While Terrin, his mate, preferred having his workstation in the spare room upstairs, Raln liked his in the basement with the rest of the electronic paraphernalia that were his toys. After plugging it in, he paced a while as the computer booted up, and caught a glance of himself in a large mirror. It had come with the house, and the wolf had liked it enough to keep it somewhere useful enough. Though, not, as Terrin had suggested, above their bed. As much as Raln enjoyed their sex, he didn't particularly care for the mirror above the bed idea, and found it to be almost on the creepy side of things.
He did look good, though, for a guy pushing 26, he had to admit. Six feet tall, with a good athletic build thanks to free weights and running as much as the raw strength needed in tempering steel. His dark gray fur was fairly uniform in coloring over his body, with only some flecks of white on his ears as a correspondingly snow-colored patch on the tip of his tail. All of which was well complemented by the auburn hair that reached down to his shoulder blades and was held in a loose ponytail. Terrin had said that it looked like he'd forgotten to finish brushing off loose flour, once. Of course, the fox could joke about things that way, since with his red fur and white accenting, it looked as if he'd been caught with his muzzle in a bag of the stuff.
The thought of his vulpine mate caused a shift or two in Raln's priorities, and as he turned back to the computer, he was caught between a desire to look at porn or to check some forums. He decided to take care of the forums, and browsed through them for nearly a half hour. Nothing interesting had popped up as either topics or responses in any of his favorite online haunts, so he decided to just turn off the monitor and leave a few download queues of some music for later running.
He was still moderately interested in the idea of getting some relief at his own hands, however. Not with pornography, though. That had been a fleeting idea and while browsing, he had replaced it with the idea of sucking himself off. He hadn't done that for a while, and as the dominant figure in the relationship, wasn't too keen on being seen taking care of himself in quite that manner. However, with Terrin gone for the rest of the day, there was ample opportunity to take advantage of.
Raln quickly went upstairs and prepared the mattress on top of a boxspring that they called a bed for his act. There were only white sheets on the bed, as the warm weather had made anything heavier less than comfortable, and some pillows. The wolf gathered the pillows against the wall, and unzipped his shorts. His cock had already been straining against the fabric in his anticipation of a temporary reprieve from boredom. He let them fall to the floor, along with his blue and purple plaid boxers, and began positioning himself against the wall. He inched his legs higher and higher up wall, getting the object of his desires closer to the correct angle. The evidence of his maleness had already well emerged from the dark fur of his sheath, and now that he was finally in the right position to get at it both comfortably and easily, the wolf went to work. He started by dragging his tongue down the tip and the first couple inches of his cock. Thankful once more for whatever had blessed him with nine inches to use, Raln continued further down his shaft, thoroughly enjoying his own taste. While he loved the taste of his vulpine lover during their own sessions, the wolf definitely appreciated the stronger taste of his own juices at this time.
As his body adjusted to the position, Raln continued further in his enjoyment, and started to stroke up and down his shaft with his right paw in time with the sucking. The combination of the two was even more divine that when his partner did it, a testament more to the ability of a male to perform best on themselves than to any lack of ability on Terrin's part. While unable to pound his cock into his own muzzle like he enjoyed doing on others, the sight of his engorged knot right in front of his eyes distracted the wolf's mind from any thoughts. His paw was busy caressing his large balls in all their fuzzy glory as well as occasionally drifting down to his tailhole. The right paw, that was. The left paw was stuck along with his left arm ensuring that he didn't fall over and end up with a sprain and stuck in an embarrassing position, or worse, accidentally biting himself while falling over.
The view of his own knot also accentuated the rise towards climax that Raln felt growing at the base of his cock. As he continued to suck and stroke his hard wolfcock, he knew exactly how close he was, and the ability to back down was never really among his strengths. He kept licking and thrusting his muzzle almost down to the base of his member until he felt that first pulse of orgasm. In almost frantic speed, he withdrew himself until only the tip was still in, and savored the hot blasts of cum that filled his mouth. Still stroking his balls and knot, Raln nearly rolled his eyes back in his head at the nearly indescribable feeling, tasting the strong flavor of his wolfseed as it coated his tongue and forced him to swallow to make room for more. Even through the best of his efforts, a trail of white dripped from the edge of his mouth, and as he fell backwards, drained, it was clearly obvious as to what he had been doing. He licked at his lips, catching some of his spunk, and rolled over onto his side.
As he lay on the bed, his head off the edge and looking backwards towards a dresser, he looked at a picture of the two of them together last summer on vacation. They were both smiling in the picture, though Terrin was far more enthusiastic, since he actually enjoyed getting him picture taken. The slender fox's white-dipped muzzle was just as cute as the white fur of his chest and belly, Raln thought. And all four black paws as well as the black accents on the tips of his ears and tail made him look even cuter. While he was a good three inches shorter than the wolf and didn't quite have the mass that Raln's broad shoulders lent him, he was still very pleasing on the eyes. Granted, the picture didn't show Raln's favorite parts of the fox, but it was probably in better taste for that.
Now sated and in a less irritable mood than earlier, the wolf decided to go fix something to eat. He settled on some curried beef left over from the other night, and threw it in the microwave to warm up. While it reheated, the wolf grabbed a mystery novel with more tongue-in-cheek humor than actual mystery to keep him busy, and at the ding, sat down to a solitary meal and read. It didn't take long for the ravenous lupine to finish off his leftovers, and after throwing his dish into the sink, he decided to settle into a chair in the living room with a good view of the door, and stake out his mate's return. A peal of thunder caught his attention, and he noticed that the blue skies that he'd enjoyed an hour ago had been replaced by black clouds that appeared even darker in the growing twilight. He shut the window to keep out the pouring rain that had cropped up, and sat down.
The book kept him busy for a good two hours, interrupted only by the sound of the garage door opening. Terrin was back. The wolf kept reading, even as he heard the door closing, and the sound of someone running very quickly towards the front door. "He never likes the back door," muttered Raln under his breath at a quirk that had become very apparent in the time that the two of them had lived together. As the door opened and then clicked shut, the wolf looked up from his book. Though he had heard Terrin's approach before the fox had even touched the door, the implications of it and the weather hadn't sunk in. The red-pelted fox was already sopping from the heavy rain, his short but shaggy dark brown hair plastered against the fur of his head, and looked very uncomfortable as he stood in what was a growing puddle. Terrin had begun to strip off his wet gear almost before he had shut the door and turned the deadbolt, and by the time that Raln had begun to open his mouth to say something, his mate was almost down to his fur.
"So, did you enj-"
The wolf's words were cut off as his fellow had already advanced towards him and grabbed him by the wrist. Having never seen his mate act in quite this way, Raln just allowed himself to be led by the driven fox to their bed, the sodden shirt, jeans, and underwear forgotten by the door.
"Lose your clothes." There was a desperation to Terrin's words, a sense of longing and unsated lust that was quite new. The wolf shrugged slightly, and got down to his own fur quickly enough. He was about to ask his mate which way that the fox would like to be fucked when he received his answer. The lupine smith found himself being almost flung down on the padded bedding as his mate took a decidedly unsubmissive point. While Raln was almost exclusively the one on top, it definitely appeared that Terrin wanted something a little different this night.
The wolf noticed his lover's cock was already hard and fully emerged from its sheathe, glistening with pre and contrasting with the white fur of the fox's stomach and groin. He almost leapt forward, and took it in his muzzle, sending Terrin back in a stagger of pleasure as his deprived foxhood was engulfed by the warmth of a lupine tongue. The taste of Terrin's throbbing meat in his mouth was more than enough to get the wolf's cock to swiftly drop from its sheathe, and as he licked from the tip all the way down to the growing knot, Raln's response was undeniable as his massive wolfcock stood starkly out from his dark gray fur.
After a couple minutes of furious thrusting into his maw, Raln pulled back. His mate smiled, knowing what lay ahead, and grabbed the wolf's legs to position him best for a good reaming. The older wolf grinned as he felt the moist tip of the foxcock against his tailhole, and anticipated the drilling with a slow milking of his own hardness. Terrin was teasing the wolf, advancing dreadfully slow and barely moving any of his seven inches into its home for the next little while. Raln could barely take this, but he knew that such play would take at least as much of a toll on his mate, given the urgency with which the fox had expressed the uncharacteristic domination. Finally, through either design or an unsupressable need, Terrin drove his cock into his mate's ass, leaving only the swollen knot outside and causing the wolf to howl in pleasure.
Raln shuddered with delight as he felt Terrin's hardness plow into him, a wave of fresh pleasure clearing his mind of the last traces of his brooding. The wolf knew his lover well, in both the technique of the field and that of the trews. The fox was trying to hold back, but it had been too long for him to do anything but sate his basest desire. Truth be told, though, Raln didn't mind it one bit. A good, hard rutting was just what he was in the mood for, and the feeling of Terrin's cock pounding in and out of his tailhole was beyond divine. Each thrust of the fox's maleness against his prostate brought a new growl of pleasure to his lips, which only served to encourage his mate.
Terrin's thrusting became more and more frenetic, further evidence of his own pent-up needs. The hard vulpine cock reamed the wolf's passage as it continued to piston in and out with increasing speed and force. The fox's jaws hung open in a hungry expression as he took out his desires on Raln, the only sounds being their own pants and groans. Finally, it was too much for Terrin to bear; the feeling of flesh around his cock, the feeling of his knot within the tight wolf, Raln laying before him ever so sexy with his throbbing wolfhood nearly pulsing with their shared lust. He buried himself deep within the lupine tailhole with one last thrust, and howled as his hot load rushed its way through the wolf. The act's wave after wave of molten fox surging up and into him sent Raln over the threshold as well, his wolf spunk spraying in six hard shots onto both of their chests and bellies before subsiding to a pulse and then an ooze. They stayed looking at each other for a few seconds, but then Terrin grabbed his mate's legs and turned, half moving himself and half moving the sated wolf. As they lay in their spent glory, fox slumped over wolf, Terrin drifted off into a haze of dreams fueled by both their exhaustion and shared release. The wolf smiled at the uncharacteristic brashness that he had just been subject to, and made a mental note to ask Terrin what had been the cause of it. He listened to Terrin's steady breathing as he adjusted himself under the prone fox and relaxed as the mass in his tailhole provided an almost secure pleasantness in feeling.
"I'll definitely have to ask tomorrow," he mumbled as the waves of sleep overpowered him.
As the sun broke through the window, Raln stirred first. During the night, Terrin had slipped from his tailhole as Raln had turned onto his back, but the red fox remained prone against his torso. The gray wolf smiled at the quiet snores that issued from his mate, and lay back in happiness. It looked to be another lovely day, the promise of fresh leaves was carried on the winds. It was a good thing that the winds hadn't carried the rain in, since he'd been in no position to take care of it. In an hour or two, they'd have to get to work and actually do something, but that wasn't that soon. For the moment, he just wanted to lay back and enjoy the morning.
"Good morning," came Terrin's voice in a half-yawn. Raln's slight movements had been enough to rouse the fox from his stupor, and now Terrin was half-hunched on all fours in what looked to be a very awkward attempt at rising while stretching. Raln moved over to the left side of the bed, giving room for his ever loved fox to roll over beside him. The wolf absently scratched at his chest as he sat up slightly.
"So what burr got caught in your fur that would account for last night. Not that I'm complaining, that is." Terrin blushed almost immediately after the words were out of his mate's mouth, causing Raln to suppress a slight snicker.
"I... well... I was just thinking about it on the way home... And then it started raining and it took longer than I thought it would to get back, so I kinda got...-"
"Backed up?" Raln darted a glance down to his partner's white sheathe and balls. He then reached over and started massaging the furry orbs with his paw, slowly yet firmly. "I guess I can understand that..." Terrin grinned sheepishly as the wolf began to coax the sheath into revealing the pinkness within. "Maybe this time, you'd like to reciprocate a little more, though?" The fox didn't need to see his lover lick his lips to get the meaning of that, but instead just went to work, diving onto the hint of flesh that was peeking out of Raln's sheath.
Terrin licked down the soft fur for a few second and then directed his energies on the large sac. He rolled the heavy nuts around, interspersing the actions of his maw between them and the quickly thickening wolfcock above them. The wolf smirked a touch as he felt the fox deep throat him, letting the warm and moist cavern of a vulpine mouth envelop all nine inches from the oozing tip to the growing knot. During all of this, the wolf continued to stroke his partner, letting his paw become sticky with Terrin's juices. The fox was so intent on sucking cock to the fullest of his abilities that Raln wasn't even sure that he had noticed that the wolf had removed his hand from around his pole.
"Time for the real fun," growled the gray wolf as he pushed the slathering vulpine off of his throbbing pole. He licked the foxpre off of his paw as he regarded his partner as exposed and vulnerable looking as anything, just sprawled on his back on the padded bedding. A wicked grin grew on his face, the physical expression of his filthy mind. Terrin knew exactly what this meant, though, so the fox hopped off the foot of the bed and bent himself over the edge. Raln lifted his mate's black-tipped tail and drew a claw over and around his little fox's tailhole. He felt Terrin shiver in response, and smiled further, digging a little deeper into the soft flesh. Then, he lined up his thick meat to the waiting pucker, and drove it home. The wolf moaned in ecstasy at the sheer pleasure that a quick impaling brought to his maleness; the fox below him expelled a quick breath in a hiss, not expecting quite that level of roughness. Raln began to slowly piston himself in and out of the foxhole, keeping his hardness buried fairly deep within but without allowing his knot to enter. 'Not yet,' he thought.
The wolf began growling in soft pleasure as he pulled further out and jammed himself in over and over again. After a couple minutes, his thrusts took almost all of his cock to the edge of the hole and back down again. Raln slipped his hand down the fox's shaft and roughly squeezed when he finally forced him knot into Terrin's ass. He let the fox moan and push back for a second before calmly beginning to nip at his lover's neck. He playfully moved up to Terrin's ears and back down again as he roughly humped the fox's tailhole while keeping an iron-hard grip on the knot. As he began to pound himself harder into his lover, Raln let his grip loosen a touch, allowing the vulpine cock some relief as the body under him thrust eagerly through that paw. The wolf began to turn his paw as well, in time with his thrusts, knowing that Terrin would take full advantage of it. He let his claws dance down the tender shaft, eliciting an ever-so-satisfying arch of surprise from the fox. Raln nipped again at the fox he adored, and momentarily entertained an idea of warning him.
Instead, he quickly ripped his cock out, the feeling of the tight ring trying to keep his knot in bringing him even closer. And just as quickly, he rammed himself back almost the full distance, leaving only the swollen knot out. Raln knew this would be enough to send the fox over the edge, so he deftly shited his paw for a good coating of foxcream, feeling burst after hot burst land on his paw while the fox below him howled in ecstacy. The tremors of Terrin's orgasm were more than enough to take care of Raln, and he unloaded himself deep within the fox. He joined in the howl as his own wolfseed filled the vulpine body below him, and after a good half-dozen shots, felt himself spent and withdrew.
As they sat on the edge of the bed, Raln licking the last of his mate's cum from his paw, Terrin sighed.
"I don't ever want this to change," he said.
"Neither do I, but I'm not quite a machine. At least let me have something to eat if you want to go another round."
The fox laughed. "No, not that. I mean, everything. Right now's so perfect, but then we'll just get wrapped up in something and take it all for granted."
Raln put his arm over Terrin's shoulder, and hugged him close. "I never take anything for granted. I know how lucky I am; beyond lucky to have someone that likes me exactly the way I am." He then chuckled as he got up. "Besides, you've got me liking the taste of fox far too much, so now you'll never get rid of me." As he glanced back at Terrin, who was still laying on the bed, he silently added, 'Thanks for just being here. Sometimes I need a little renewal of the reasons why I like life, and you'll always be the best one I have.'