Sleep over
This is meant for 18 years or older. Don't read if you are not and if you do, i blame you for global warming and my toilet breaking. First attempt at yiff. *crosses fingers* I hope it's not to terrible.
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"Want to come to my house to party and probably sleep over?" asked Jeremy. "Most of the team is going."
I paused for a moment. I have nothing against Jeremy or the rest of the football team, I was just going to go home, rest and be lazy. Jeremy gave a pitiful little cougar whine. It kind of annoyed me that he whined even though felines don't whine.
I wave my hand. "Sure yeah, I'll go. Is going to be food at least?"
Jeremy gave me a hurt look. "What do you take me for? Of coarse there is going to be food. It's a party, isn't it?"
Feeling a little stupid, I laughed and said I would be there.
High school is pretty easy if you know your way around it; act nice, don't make fun of people (unless you actually know them), and look out where you are going. Well, I forgot my own third rule. I was to busy staring at the floor as I walked that I didn't see Tank right in front of me.
Tank is a defensive guard on our team and probably the best in the state. Even though we are both lupine and work out, he is still a head taller than me and about twice as thick. I wouldn't mind it as much if he wasn't also so damn smart. I have never heard of a jock that big having a 4.0 all the time.
"Oh, sorry tank" I said quickly.
"Don't let it happen again" he said in a deep angry voice.
I looked at him for a moment, focusing my eyes, trying to figure out why he was being an ass. I finally shook my head and walked past him. I didn't want to have to deal with him. The next thing I knew, someone had grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. It was Tank.
"Hey man, I was only joking. I didn't actually mean it" he said with a silly grin.
I didn't reply. I just looked at him, slightly hating him for being a good actor too. I think he saw because his smile faded and now he looked concerned or sad or something.
"I'm sorry Maz. Don't hate me for it; I was just having fun with you."
That made me laugh, he was an overly emotional smart jock who was a good actor. I saw relief wash over his face and his silly grin came back.
"It's ok. Hey you going to Jeremy's party tonight?" I asked.
Tank thought for a moment. "I remember him saying something about it but I'm not sure if I am going yet."
"Aw, come on," I said punching his shoulder, "You should go. I'm going; it might just be for the free food but that's more money I don't have to spend."
Tank looked at me. His face didn't tell me anything; he just seemed to be looking at me, deep in thought. I cocked my head slightly.
"Tank?" he didn't respond so I started waving my paw in front of his face. "Hellloooo? Anyone in there?" I asked. Still not response so I decided to see how far I could take it. "Calling all Tanks, we need you. The Nazi's are taking over your position. We need heavy fire support, NOW! Oh no. *crash* *boom* *arge* *iiieeee* no please I have a wife and kids. Nine!" I wish to make a note that each sound effect came with paw motions. I love my paw motions.
Tank finally burst out laughing as I pretended to be holding a gun to a fallen soldier saying nine.
"Man, you're seriously on something." He said holding his paws to his stomach.
I smirked. "Yeah, I'm on this hot ass" I said as I turned, licked my finger and put it to my butt making a sizzling noise.
Tank froze before laughing even harder and falling into the lockers beside him, scaring a few freshmen. His laugh was more of a bark, like most canines, but his sounded threatening. Several people looked at him, expecting him to be attacking someone. Once he had finally cooled off, I asked again.
"So are you going?"
"Yeah, sure, I'll go"
"K sees you there. I got to go to class."
"Later Maz" he said and turned away.
Maybe I should explain who I am right now. I am a wolf, I hope you guessed by now. Name's Michel. My team started calling me Mac until someone accidentally typed my name as Maz (I don't know how you can really mess up typing c with z). Maz stuck as my name. I play on the football team as the cornerback. I'm about 5' 9" with gray fur. I have white fur on the lower part of my muzzle, down the front of my neck to my chest and stomach and to the inner parts of my limbs. I work out, so I have a good build. I don't intend to go body builder but I do like to have my muscles big.
Right now I am going through the things normal teenagers do; figuring out who I am and who I want to be. It's really not that easy with the football team around me all the time. They are your average jocks; big, slow(ish), and know exactly who they are (if you don't count ego).
Tank is probably the hardest one for me to figure out. I already accepted that he defies all laws of high school by being a big, muscular, straight, brainiac who is actually in tune with his emotions and good at acting, but what gets me is just the way he acts around the team, compared to me. I don't want to feel like he has it out for me but he is just a little too nice to me, like he is planning something. I'm probably just paranoid.
School was over and I finished my homework in class. I avoided just talking and by the end of class I was just staring at my paw. I always find something new each time. I dropped my stuff off at my house and drove over to Jeremy's. I was one of the first to arrive so parking was easy. His parents were out of town for the next three weeks or so; that was his reasoning for having the party. After an hour or so, everyone had arrived and the party began. Jeremy had gotten a keg of beer and filled the table with snacks for everyone to munch on. I stuck with soda cause I personally hate the taste of beer.
Soon we moved to video games and watching a few movies. It was during one of the movies that I noticed Tank was not in the room anymore. I had no idea how I did not notice the behemoth going out of the room but I pushed it out of my mind.
Around three in the morning, everyone was asleep, whether it was on the floor, couch or bed that Jeremy had in his room. I sat with my back against the wall, watching all of my sleeping drunk teammates. This was one of the moments where I felt out of their loop and wondered why they hung out with me or I hung out with them; nothing like a party to make you feel lonely, huh?
I walked out of the room to find a different place to sleep because the room was to full to even lie down anymore. I walked until I found the couch that sat in their front room. It looked nice so I lay down. That's when I first noticed that something was a little wrong; the cushions were slanted like something really heavy on them and a little warm.
I lay on the edge of the cushions, trying to sleep, but couldn't. I had too much caffeine. That's when something happened. A large arm pushed under me and curled around my chest. I was too stunned to try and stop it from pulling me deeper into the couch. The next thing I knew, my back was against Tanks sleeping chest.
"Mmmm, you're so warm. It's so good to feel you baby" he said nearly at a whisper.
I'm going to die!
Tank started to nuzzle the side of my head as his paw began feeling around my chest. I tried to pull away but he pulled me back into his chest. I whimpered as I felt his hard on against my thigh. Oh god, he's huge. I started playing out the scenarios in my head. I get raped or he finds I'm a guy and I get killed while he sleeps. I was broken out of my horror filled thoughts when his other paw started to travel down my back to my ass. I couldn't help but giggle as he started to cup it. I have a ticklish butt. It's probably one of the worst places to be ticklish. I tried to stay quiet as he finally found the waist of my pants and started to explore down them, but all I could manage was a quiet giggle.
"Oh, you like that don't you? You have such a nice ass too" he said.
His fingers found my rim and started to fiddle with it, which was a new sensation for me. Regrettably, I gasped as it gave me one of the quickest erections I have ever gotten. And to make things worse, my body decided to push back into his paw while I was screaming in my head. Tank noticed and let the tip of his claw start to open me. Soon enough, he had a knuckle in there and I was quietly moaning and pushing back even more. Tank nuzzled me again and nipped my ear lovingly.
I tried to rationalize everything that was happening; he's asleep and dreaming of some hot girl and taking it out on me, my butt is ticklish, prostate stimulation leads to erections. But I knew, somewhere, I liked it.
Slowly, his paw left my pants and he let go of my ear. He slowly turned me to face him and readjusted so I could feel the heat from his hard on against mine. Luckily he didn't notice I had something girls shouldn't.
"I love you, so much" he whispered.
And before I could even think of what I would not say to him, he kissed me. At first it was a small kiss where only our lips met, but I found my mouth opening, letting his tongue enter. I could taste his mouth; he hadn't drunken either that night. That makes two of us. I closed my eyes as I experienced the best kiss I have ever had. It was war between our tongues, his entering mine then mine entering his as he pulled on my waist to bring up closer.
Had I been in my right state of mind, I would have pulled away even if it meant I would be killed. Hell, if I had been thinking at all, I would have realized that I had never felt this way with any girl I had gone out with and that I was, undeniably, gay, but I was focusing on the giant I was sharing my kiss with.
What felt like seconds, but was actually minutes later, he ended our kiss. I was panting with my eyes half lidded. I could see the slight outline of his bulging shoulder in the moonlight from outside, but I could tell he was smiling.
It struck me then, he didn't kiss me; he kissed the girl from his dreams. I had just now fallen for the straightest guy on the football team. My heart sank in my chest and I pushed away from him. This is not what I needed right now. I had enough to worry about at the moment.
I finally got away from him and fell on the floor, ready to cry. I hated Tank for this, I hated Jeremy for inviting me, and I hated myself for letting this happen. I lay on the ground by the couch, able to smell his musk. I had smelt it before, in the locker room, but now it smelt sweet and inviting.
I stood up, feeling my hard on still pressing against my pants. I cursed it for being there, I cursed everything in my life, but I couldn't curse one thing; I couldn't curse Tank. The more I thought about him, the less I felt wronged by him and the more I cared for him.
I laid myself on the floor on the opposite side of the room and faced the wall. I could smell him and hear him turn in his sleep. It's not supposed to go this fast, I'm not supposed to fall for guys, I... want to wake up from this dream. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Soon enough, I fell asleep.
I woke up, startled, when I felt and arm drape over me again. I turned to find a smiling Tank right above me.
"Why'd you leave me on the couch all alone? I get so lonely" he said in a seductive tone.
I was dumbstruck. "I... you... you were asleep, dreaming about girls. I..." he cut me off.
"I woke up the second you laid on the couch and I loved every second of being with you" he said getting slowly closer.
"I..." he stopped me again with a finger to my lips.
I licked his finger, tasting a few remnants of food. He chuckled and started to lean forward, closing his eyes. I mimicked him and soon found my nose pressed up against something cold and hard.
I opened my eyes. I had been trying to French kiss a wall while I slept. I sat up yawning and looked around. It made me happy that it was already morning and I didn't have to try and make myself go to sleep again. Tank continued sleeping on the couch, facing me. I couldn't help but notice his bulge in his pants and small wet spot.
It was to early in the morning to care about him, I needed to pee. I got up and made my way to the bathroom, glancing in on the guys in Jeremy's room; they were all still asleep and probably would stay so for a few more hours.
On my way back to the front room, I heard some rustling. When I finally got back, Tank was sitting up and rubbing his eyes. After a few moments, he noticed me standing in the hallway and smiled.
"Hey Maz, you're up early. I thought you'd be asleep like the rest" he said in a groggy voice.
I shook my head. "Nah, I didn't drink and I'm an early riser kind of person by habit." I looked at the bulge in his pants again and did the stupidest thing you could do in my situation, I hinted at last night. "So what did you dream about?"
It took a moment for my question to register with him then I saw a slight blush. "Nothing really" he said scratching his back of his head.
"That," I said pointing at his pants, "does not look like nothing. Plus you talk in your sleep; "Oh baby, you feel so good. I love you. You got such a sweet ass."
He noticeably blushed as his ears folded back and covered his pants with his large, muscular, sexy, masculine... what was I talking about? Oh right, his paws. "It's nothing you need to know about. I'm never going to get it anyways so I'll keep my dream a secret."
"Whooo" I said as a evil little grin crossed my face. "Tank's got a secret crush. I'll leave your dreams alone superstar."
"Thanks"
I looked over to the counter where the snacks were last night. Nothing worth eating and I was hungry. I considered my options and looked at Tank. He was still acting shy and covering his pants.
"Hey, you want to go out for breakfast? Nothing to eat here." I asked.
Tank's ears perked up and he jumped to his feet. "That sound great" he said in a loud booming voice. A few moans echoed down the hallway and I laughed quietly.
"Let's just leave a note, quietly" I put emphasis on the last word so Tank would stop almost shouting.
He covered his muzzle but I could still see his goofy grin behind his paws. We wrote a note instead of texting, for obvious reasons, and took Tank's car to a diner I have never even heard of called Little Muffin's.
It had that old diner feel, like time forgot to bring it along into the 21st century but gave it some parting gifts like the electronic register and cooking wear but the rest was from a different time.
Tank led me to a corner booth, saying he ate here a lot and this was his usual spot. It was confirmed when a quirky looking bear with (I kid you not) golden locks rolled over on her roller skates and smiled at Tank, who returned in kind.
"Hey tiny" she said.
"Hey crazy"
She then sat down next to Tank and gave him a big hug. He returned it with one arm around her and a big smile. I wished like crazy I was her right then; being pushed up to his powerful chest and making him smile like that. I shook my head free of those thoughts as they released each other.
"Tiny, is this..." Tank cut the bear off and waved a paw towards me.
"This is my teammate Maz. We were hungry after we slept over at a friend's house" he said in a hurry. "Maz, this is Monica or as I call her, crazy, cause she is."
I nodded and greeted her, but she just blinked at me and picked up blue sweetener for coffee.
"Honey, is this sugar sweet?" she asked Tank.
Tank looked at me and smiled then looked at the sugar. "Yeah, sweetest here I think."
Monica let out a little peep and put the sweetener back. They both must have seen the confused look on my face because they both looked at me.
"I need to keep tiny here on his toes about the sugar. Need to know the basics" said Monica as she stood back up.
"Two regulars you two I assume. Tiny will eat your leftovers if you can't finish there Mazzy. What would you like to drink?"
"Milk as usually please" said Tank.
I smiled a little bit at how much like a kid it sounded, asking for milk.
"I'll have the same" I said.
Monica smiled and soon enough we had two large glasses of milk in front of us. I started the conversation.
"So, how did you find out about this place?" I asked.
"My parents brought me here every Sunday after church when I was younger. We eventually stopped going except on Christmas but I still come here every once in a while."
I smiled at him. He never struck me as the religious type but he does seem well mannered enough to have gone, or just have really great parents. I took the straw in my milk and started to blow bubbles which made Tank laugh.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
I lapped a few of the bubbles before answering. "Blowing bubbles, what does it look like?"
"Ok. Why?"
I meant to say a joke, but I felt I needed to tell him really why. I really don't understand why I feel like this way around him, it's like he has the key to every lock I put in place so people couldn't get to know me to well.
"Everyone is so ready to go off to college and go on with their lives. I'm not. I don't know who I am or what I want to do yet. This just helps me remember times when things weren't so hard," I broke a grin, "including my muscles."
I closed my eyes and let my head fall down a bit. I was more tired than I thought. When I opened them, Tank was smiling at me.
"You too, huh?"
He gave me an understanding smile that, unfortunately, turned me on and made my hard all over again. I looked away again, looking at an elderly couple at a nearby table. They probably had kids and even grandkids, something I can't have anymore without being unhappy with some girl I don't know.
The next thing I knew, I see a shirt fall onto the seat next to Tank. I turn to see Tank topless and smiling at me. I look around but nobody else seems to notice. Tank's smile get wider as he moves his paw up and down his chest. I have seen him topless before, but I never looked at him this way before. His pecs bulged forward from his chest and his abs looked like they were chiseled out of stone by a master stonemason.
"Itchy shirt, I hope you don't mind" he said.
There were only two things I minded at that moment; the first was that it wasn't my paw feeling him up and the second was that I wore one of my tighter pairs of pants.
"N...no" I managed to choke out.
He smiled even more and said, "I'm glad" before he proceeded to reach down below the table. I was not sure what he was doing until I heard his belt pop open and his pants fell down to the floor. He licked his muzzle, keeping his smile, and placed his pants on top of his shirt. I noticed that his boxers had come off at the same time; white with red poka dots, a classic.
"Tank, what are you doing?" I chuckled nervously. I couldn't help my voice shaking.
"I'm doing what we couldn't do last night. People might have seen" he chuckled.
"But..." I looked around. The couple was gone, when did they leave? I couldn't even hear cooking in the back. We were really alone in this diner I never knew about. I turned back to him licking his fingers. My penis stained against my pants as I felt a wet stain appearing.
I looked down to see if it was visible only to see a giant foot paw coming up and pressing itself against my cock. I moaned and looked up at Tank. He was feeling up his body and giving me my own private show of his body while his foot worked me over through my pants.
I rolled my head back and closed my eyes as I gasped as he pressed harder on me. I looked back at Tank, now fully dressed and staring at me, along with Monica who was holding two large plates of food. Both looked slightly alarmed. Tank's foot was still on my crotch but soon retreated back underneath the table.
"I was trying to wake you up for food, sorry" he said. He looked embarrassed but not half as embarrassed as I felt.
Monica let out a soft giggle and put the plates down.
"I'll get you two refills" she said and scurried away. She had taken off her skates at some point.
Tank dug into his meal, but all I could do was staring at mine. What had I said in my sleep? Did Tank really just feel me? I can't believe I gasped. What the hell is wrong with me? Tank must have seen my distress.
"I'm sorry; I was just trying to wake up for the food."
I shook my head. "What do you have to be sorry about? I was the one who fell asleep; you were trying to do a nice thing" I said.
He smiled a little. "I guess we both have a problem with wet dreams" he said.
I looked down and saw a wet spot on my pants right where his paw was resting before. I felt so stupid.
"Do you mind if we never talk about this again?" I asked.
Tank laughed and held out his paw. "It's a deal, just make sure you don't talk about mine either." I nodded and shook his paw.
Breakfast was great. Five slices of ham and bacon, five sausages, two pieces of toast, a large clump of hash browns and two pancakes. I at a good deal of it but Tank had to finish off my hash browns and sausages when I was too full. Afterwards, we talked about the team, school and how we both had wet dreams. The wet dream discussion was not nearly as bad as you might think.
On the way back to Jeremy's, I started nodding off so I had to keep myself talking.
"So Tank, do you know anybody who's gay?" I asked.
Yeah, that's subtle there Maz
Tank chuckled. "I do, but they asked me to keep it a secret"
"That's so nice that your such an understanding guy" I said as I slapped his shoulder lazily. When I get really tired, I act drunk and just like a drunken person, I don't really know I'm doing it. "I mean, you're like, the star athlete of the school and people are probably afraid you're a gay basher or something. And the fact that someone can tell you and you will be ok with it and even keep their secret, well, you're alright in my book."
God how I wish I could have just fallen asleep and had a wet dream.
"Are you gay Maz?" he asked.
"Me? Tank, you are an attractive individual. I will not deny that you are hot. I mean look at those muscles," I grabbed his arm and started to feel it up, "I wish I has muscles like that. Wow you're warm. You're like a cozy little pillow I could just lay on and sleep the day away."
I didn't know at the time, but I was using his arm as a pillow and was soon asleep. Seriously, how gay can I be? I might as well have yelled at him that I was and that I wanted him to pound my ass into the next century.
I woke up to Tank saying my name.
"Maz, you got to get up. Maz? Maz. MAZ!" I jumped and fell to the ground. I looked up to see Tank towing over me. I looked around to find that we were back in Jeremy's house. Tank must have picked me up and carried me inside. He helped me up and I brushed myself off.
"So, is everyone still asleep?" I asked.
"Yeah, I let you sleep for a few hours. It's around one right now and they are still sleeping. You know what that means?" Tank said with a smile.
My eyes widened. It's another wet dream!
"Tank, hit me!" I said.
"What?"
"Hit me now!"
Tank punched me in the shoulder. It hurt, a lot, so I safely assumed I was not dreaming.
"Thanks" I said rubbing my shoulder.
"What was that about?" he asked.
"Nothing. What were you going to say?"
"I was going to say we should pull a shaving crème prank on the guys."
"No thanks. Not really in the mood. I think I am going to go home actually, but Tank..."
"Hmmm?"
"This is going to probably be uncomfortable but I'm to tired to care at the moment." I hugged him around the chest. "Thanks for being nice to me and all" as I thought Thanks for having your nice bulge where I can easily feel it against my stomach. He hugged me back.
"You too. Thanks."
I left the house waving at Tank as he closed the door, still planning to go through with the shaving crème prank. I heard the next Monday that Tank bought a whole bunch of cans and covered everyone with them. I wished I was there, but Tank was stuck cleaning afterwards.
The next two weeks were just like nothing happened to me. I didn't get a hard on whenever I saw Tank, but he was the mental picture I used when I was alone and in a need of pleasuring. The only problem was showering with the guys. Tank took the longest showers and I didn't want to get a hard on seeing him naked. I was fine when he had clothes on, but naked led to my imagination going a little crazy on what he might shove up my... mmmm... I need to stop thinking about that.
Jeremy was having one more party before his parents came home. Once I heard Tank was going again, I made sure I was not going to miss it.
The party went on just like last time; snack foods, beer, games and everyone but me falling asleep around three in the morning. Only this time, Tank was not sleeping on the couch, I didn't know where he was.
I sat on the couch and pushed my nose to the cushion, hoping to catch a scent of him. He hadn't been on this couch since the last party. Would I have laid next to him again in a hope for him to kiss me again? What if he didn't?
My thoughts were to depressing for me to stay in the house so I walked outside to the park nearby. The night air was chilly, but my fur helped with that. The park was small; two swings, a merry-go-round, and a large slide.
I sat on one of the swings, thinking about Tank. The more I swung, the more I thought about Tank and the more I thought about Tank, the angrier I got and the angrier I got, the more I swung. I started cursing with no reason behind them other than I was angry at myself for letting all this happen.
"Shitting Fuck" I started quietly,
"Damn it" and slowly I progressed louder,
"FUCK!" until I was shouting into the night.
"You shouldn't scream obscenities into the night, you might get a ticket" said a low voice from behind the slide.
I looked over to see a large shadow separating itself. It was Tank. I don't know how long he had been standing there, now all my anger was focused on him.
"Like I fucking care" I said in a low growl.
Tank stopped for a moment before getting on the swing next to me.
"I think you would care" he said softly.
"What the fuck do you know about me? That's right, nothing. You go about being Mr. Perfect while the rest of us a have to fucking deal with the fucking cards we got fucking dealt, and I can tell you this, it's a shitty hand."
Tank stopped swinging while I was still trying as hard as I could.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked with his ears down. He sounded hurt which just made me angrier at myself, which made me angrier at him.
I jumped off the swing and landed, hurting my leg a little, and turned, glared at him and poked him in the chest.
"You're what the fucks wrong with me" I shouted.
"What the fuck did I do?" he snarled back with his ears still down.
He was standing up now glaring back at me. Even though he was bigger and stronger than me, I didn't back down.
"You're always acting all fucking different to me compared to the team. Trying to be really nice, but I can see through you're stupid little act and I'm not going to let you mess with me anymore!"
"I don't treat you any different than anyone else on the team and I'm not trying to mess with you. I just want to be your friend."
That snapped something in me. Just a friend? Could I live with that? I didn't want to live with that. I threw a punch at him which clipped his shoulder. I continued throwing punches at him, but he wasn't surprised anymore so he easily avoided them. Soon enough I found myself face first in the gravel of the playground with Tank holding me down. I struggled, but he was to much for me.
We stayed there for a while, panting hard, when I realized what I had just done, so I started crying. I felt Tank slowly get off me and let me stand up. I stood there with my back to him, crying and letting the tears run down my muzzle.
"Maz, are you going to tell me what this is about or are you..."
"I'm fucking gay, Tank! You hear me?! A fucking faggot!"
Tank didn't say anything to me so I continued.
"The last party Jeremy had, I didn't know you were sleeping on the couch so I laid down. An you started to act it out on me; feeling me up, playing with my butt and biting my ear and the whole time I couldn't do anything. Then... you kissed me when you thought it was your dream girl and, damn it, I liked it. And this whole time I have been trying to get rid of it, but I can't. And now you probably hate me, but I don't blame you, you don't even really know me."
A fresh set of tears came over me just as I felt his paws hold my shoulders. I was expecting a beating, but they only sat there, warming me.
"I do know you. I know you don't like to make fun of people, even if they know it's a joke. I know that whenever there is a test, you study the night before, even during practice. You like to look out the window and look at the sky whenever you get the chance. You also like to look at your paw when you think nobody is looking as if you could find something in it. I also know how hard this can be for you, but I think you'll get over it in a little bit."
I was about to ask him what his mean when I felt him bend over and nip at my neck, making me moan.
"And now, I want you to know a few things about me." He nipped a different part of my neck between each sentence. "I always found you different from the rest of the team. When we went to the diner, I was amazed how big you were. Monica was not talking about sugar at the table; she was asking if I liked you. That night, I wasn't dreaming about some girl, I was dreaming about you, and I am, also, undeniably gay... for you."
By the end, my back was pushed up against his chest, my tail was wrapped around his leg and we were kissing. I held his arms around my chest as we kissed a deep kiss. That kiss washed away all of my sorrow, my anger and all my tears. I was in love. I had a pretty good idea he was too by the heat coming off his cock into my back.
This time I broke our kiss, leaving both of us panting. "Tank, I..."
"Please, call me Marcus"
I smiled. "Marcus, I don't want this to be another dream. I don't want to find that I was knocked out when you pinned me. I don't want to wake up to find this never happened."
Marcus smiled and moved his hand down to my sheath. I gasped and moaned as he squeezed and played with my balls.
"If this is a dream, I want to make the most of it."
"Ok" that was the last rational thought that went through me head that night.
We stayed like that, him feeling me through my pants and me rubbing back against his. It was a time that I wish had never ended, but I wanted more than just feeling, a lot more, and I intended to get it.
I finally broke out of his embrace and walked forward. He looked confused until I turned around and beckoned him with my finger. Then he gladly followed me then. We found a soccer field and lay down in the middle of it, kissing. He lay on top of me, which I though would have crushed me, but I don't think I would have minded all that much at the moment.
I moved my paws under his shirt, feeling up his perfect chest. Slowly I pushed his shirt off as he got my pants off. It wasn't long before my shirt was off and I was pushing his pants down with my feet. I was amazed when I saw 12 inches of manliness sitting between his legs, just waiting to enter me and our kiss only stopped when he looked me over and smiled.
"I never thought this would happen" he said, "other than in my dreams"
I smiled back and nipped his ear. "Let's make sure we get to a good place before we wake up."
I got my answer in the form of a wet tongue washing over my 10 inch cock. I have had girls do that before, but this was so much better. He pinned my arms and legs to the ground as he took me fully into his muzzle. I growled in ecstasy at the sensation. I started thrusting into his muzzle as I felt my knot appear.
"STOP! Stop." I said.
Marcus quickly shot off my cock, nearly sending me over the edge. I panted until I could catch my breath.
"I want you to be *huff* inside me. Fuck me Marcus."
He smiled at me and kissed me. It felt so right, kissing him, asking him to be inside me. He rolled me over so I was on all four and positioned himself. I could feel the heat from his cock as he started to rim me. Soon he started to prod me, leaking pre as a lubricant. I wanted to shove backwards against it; I knew he didn't want to hurt me. He wanted this as much as I did.
I moaned as the tip of his cock entered my hole, stretching me ever so slightly. He held onto my hips almost painfully hard but I didn't care as he pushed forward. It hurt, but I felt much more pleasure from it than pain. Before I even knew it, he hilted me and his sack rested against mine. I could barely hold back anymore, I wanted him to fuck me.
"Are you ok?" Marcus asked.
"Damn it" I laughed, "I want you to fuck me senseless; if you don't I'm going to bite it off and keep it as a souvenir" To prove my point, I squeezed his shaft in my hole, causing him to moan in pleasure.
Marcus started to slide out and back in, making me pant and moan every time he stretched me. Soon, I was letting out one continuous moan that only got stronger every time he hilted me. I felt his knot appearing and demanding entrance.
It pushed harder and harder but his knot seemed to big for me. I'm glad to say I was wrong when he grabbed my shoulders and pushed everything into in one hard thrust. The warmth from his knot in my hole was to much and I howled loudly as my cock twitched beneath me and released a large get of cum.
Marcus continued thrusting faster and faster until I felt his cock twitch in me and shoot his load into my bowels as he howled with me. I felt complete with Marcus in me, completing what I never knew I was missing. He wrapped his arms around me and fell to the side on the grass. He made a makeshift blanket out of our clothes and held me close.
"I never thought *huff* I could love someone so much. I love you, Maz" He nuzzled into my neck and whispered, "I love you so much."
I pushed back into is warm beating chest and licked up his arm. "I love you too Tan...Marcus. Hehe. I do have one question though." My eyes were slowly closing.
"What?" he asked.
"Will you stay with me?" God am I sappy sometimes.
He laughed and licked my cheek. "I would never have it any other way."
I smiled and fell asleep in his arms.
I woke up the next morning as the sun started to rise. Marcus was sleeping with his arms still around me. The sun's light blinded me for a second when I saw several figures walking towards us. I panicked.
"Tank! Tank! I mean Marc... oh hell, get up! Someone's coming."
Tank's muzzle broke a smile. "I know. Their here to take pictures." He pulled me in closer and said, "Now stay still faggot."
My heart sank as I struggled against his arms. He was to strong and I was tired from last night. I didn't want to believe that he was that good an actor to make me fall in love with him but his word hung in my head. I heard the team's steps come closer and closer until they all surrounded me with cameras.
"Got'cha Maz. I knew we could get you" said Jeremy.
"The surprise would have been if he wasn't gay" said Jacob, a lemur from out team.
No I thought, No this can't be happening. I started to cry again, my heart was broken and nothing felt like it could mend it. I struggled against Tank to get away now, but he still would not let go, so I bit into his arm and tasted his blood. The blood of the one I loved. My tears mixed with his blood as I heard him curse.
"Shit. Maz, MAZ! WAKE UP!"
My eyes shot open to see it was still dark but my teeth were embedded into Tank's arm, tears and blood mixing just like in my dream. I released his arm and slowly began to sob. My dreams betrayed my worst fear and now I hurt Tank when he has done nothing wrong.
"Maz, are you ok? It was just a bad dream" he said.
I looked up at him. "Tank, please, please promise me this isn't some cruel joke to prove I was gay."
He looked down at me, saddened, and then held me close with his uninjured arm.
"I would never, and I mean never, do that to you. Never worry about that. I love more than anything I might have thought possible."
I held his arm close and grabbed the one I injured and began to lick the wound. I didn't sleep that night, my dreams scared me to much, but as I finally stopped the bleeding, I realized, this couldn't be a lie to him. If anything, I had the time of my life in the soccer field with the man I loved. At least I had that.
***
Five years later (present day)
I'm sitting on the couch. I just got off of work and am watching a recorded football game on the TV. The announcer's voice came on and said:
And introducing number 69, Marcus "The Tank" Wilder!
I laugh every time I hear his number and almost on cue, I hear the front door close.
"Honey, I'm home!" said the low rumbling voice.
I tilt over and pretend to be sleeping on the couch. I hear the pad footsteps come over to me. The next thing I know, there's a muzzle in my mouth and a paw on my sheath.
"Don't try that move on me, I used that to get you" said Marcus.
"What do you mean, "used that to get you"?" I ask, sitting up and crossing my arms.
Marcus blushed and tried to walk away but I pull him back to the couch.
"Well, I was not exactly asleep at the party. I just pretended to be" he said with a guilty smile.
I push him onto his back and straddle his waist. "You mean to tell me, I am gay because you just wanted to feel me up?" I ask.
Marcus looks over to the side and nodded. That earns him a kiss on the nose.
"I'm glad baby. I don't think I could be happier." I nuzzle his ear and whisper, "but if you try that on anyone else, I'll cut your wonderful cock off and keep it as a souvenir."
We both laugh and make love on the couch as the TV plays the game, where number 69 is blowing a kiss to the stands.