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Okay, I think I should set the record straight on how this whole thing happened. It's not like I didn't see it coming, but I just need to tell how everything started; how I got to this point.

My name is Jake Luger, and I'm a wolf. Not only am I a wolf, but I happen to have very dark fur. I guess you could call it "smokey" since it's not pure, jet black, but mostly black with wisps of gray in it. I have greenish-yellow eyes, and for whatever reason, that seems to intimidate a lot of creatures. I can't for the life of me figure out why. I'm not violent, I don't pick fights, but for some reason, I'm feared. Oh well.

So, it all started last summer after I graduated high school. I should mention that I was by no means an honor student. Hell, I barely graduated! My Mom and Dad are divorced, and have been since I was about four years old. They only got married because I was born, but I get my existence wasn't enough to keep them together. Both of them remarried, but I spent most of my childhood going from my Mom's house to my Dad's house. I can't say I particularly cared to be at either place, though my Dad was pretty hands off when it came to raising me; pretty much leaving me to my own devices. My Mom? Oh boy, she was the type that was always berating me for something. Whether it was my grades, my behavior, the way I sat, the language I used . . . nothing was ever to her liking. So, when I was thirteen, I told my Dad that I wanted to live with him. He was cool with the idea, knowing how much I hated being around my Mom. I guess we kind of have a common enemy, don't we?

So, from thirteen to the end of high school, I lived with my Dad. My Dad's a long haul trucker, so he wasn't even home most of the time. I pretty much raised myself, learning to cook, do the laundry, clean up the place. Hell, it might sound crazy, but I actually am a very meticulous housekeeper. My Dad even complimented me on how clean the place was when he got back home from being on the road. Maybe he kept me around because I was such a good maid and cook?

Anyway, I knew once I graduated that I wasn't going to college. As I said, I barely graduated, and the thought of going to school another four years and accruing tens of thousands of dollars in student loan debt didn't jive with my sensibilities at all. I'd already planned to get a job once I graduated, and two weeks after I had thrown my cap into the air at the graduation ceremony, I was working at a factory, making tires.

Before you think that factory work is for low-brow, uneducated idiots that can't make it in the real world, let me tell you, you don't know shit. Where I worked was a union shop, and I got paid very good money. Though my Dad worked as a trucker, he had friends that worked in the tire factory for years who helped get me my job. I was use to doing work around the house, and I worked in restaurants washing dishes and busing tables since I was fifteen, so work was no biggie to me.

At the factory, I made a few friends, and quite a bit of money. Not only is my work place union, but I happened to hire in at a time when production was really booming, which meant lots of overtime. I worked every chance I got, squirreling away money like it was going to be made illegal at any moment. This didn't leave me with much of a social life, but I didn't care. Nine months after I had started work there, I was signing the papers for a home loan. Ha! While most of the kids I went to school with were busy dying of boredom in some lecture hall, I could proudly say I was a home owner.

Because I would be living by myself, I didn't need a large place. I settled on a small modular just two miles from the industrial park where my job was at. I will admit, the neighborhood I chose wasn't the rich part of town, but it wasn't all that bad. Mostly, the problem was that some of the homes had seen better days and some of the owners needed to mow their lawns more often. A month after I signed the papers, I was living in my very own house.

And that's where the story starts to get interesting.

I worked a lot, so I didn't really make it a point to go introduce myself to any of my neighbors. However, I did get to know a little about the family whose house was to the left of mine. The Sherman Family, who, ironically were wolves just like I was. I only got to know anything about them from the evenings I would sit out in my front lawn on a gliding rocker I bought. I would sit out there in the evenings, enjoying the nice summer evenings while having a beer or two. I know, I'm underage, but I gave several of the guys I worked with rides home, and the agreement was that they would go into the liquor store down the street from where I lived and buy me a six pack of pair as payment for their ride. A good system if I don't say so myself.

So, back to the Shermans.

The Sherman family consisted of four members, Mrs. Amy Sherman, who worked part time as a waitress, Mr. Frank Sherman, who worked at the glass factory in the same industrial park that I did. Then there were the kids, The youngest was a three year old girl, named Ashley, who I always got a kick out of. Most evenings she was running around in the front yard, just lost in a flight of imagination. I remembered what it was like to be so young, so carefree and happy. I envied the little she-wolf. But, the one who really caught my attention was the boy, ten year old Justin. Justin was a very energetic young wolf pup. He seemed like a pretty good kid, always playing with his sister outside, and always coming back inside when his Mom and Dad called him for dinner. Yeah, Justin definitely caught my eye.

It just so happened one evening that I was sitting outdoors, my arms folded over my head, breathing in the cool summer air, when I heard the trash cans fall over. Not my trash cans, but the trash cans from the Sherman home. Opening my eyes, I saw that some of the trash had accidentally been knocked over onto my property. I noticed that young Justin was standing by the cans. Apparently, he had been the one to knock them over. Wishing to be a decent neighbor, I went over and offered my assistance.

"Hey," I said, calmly. "You mind if I help you?"

Normally, other beasts, even other wolves were scared of me, but thankfully, Justin was an exception to this.

"Sure!" he said, cheerfully. "Thanks for the help, and sorry I knocked over that stuff on your lawn."

"No big deal," I assured him. I should mention, I had not been drinking that night, otherwise I would not have approached him. The last thing I wanted was for an irate parent coming over to my house saying I was breathing booze onto their kid.

I picked up the trash, putting it back in the Sherman's garbage cans, then realized I hadn't properly introduced myself. "Hey, by the way, my name is Jake. Jake Luger."

Justin reached his paw out to me, friendly as ever. "Hi, Jake! My name is Justin Sherman."

"Nice to meet you, Justin," I said, shaking his paw firmly.

"Wow," said Justin. "You're pretty strong!"

I grinned. "I guess so," I said, then felt an awkward silence. "Well, I'm going back inside, so you have a good night."

"You too, Jake!" called Justin, running back to his own house.

So, I went back in doors, watched some television then went to bed.

A week went by before I had any more contact with Jake, aside from seeing him playing outdoors or walking inside for dinner. I went about my life like I normally did, working lots of overtime, cooking my meals, cleaning up the place. I lead a pretty dull existence, but I was stable and staying out of trouble, but somehow, there felt like something was missing in my life. But what?

As luck would have it after that week, I ran into Jake, not out on the lawn, but at my front door, ringing the bell. I opened it, and saw the young wolf standing at my door. I smiled at him.

"HI, Jake. What can I do for you?"

The young wolf smiled back at me. "I was wondering if I could come over and play."

This threw me for a loop. I thought maybe he was showing up to sell something, or invite me to dinner, or anything, but play with him? I was nine years older than him! What could he possibly be interested in that I had around.

"Um," I said, scratching my head awkwardly. "Well . . . I think you should ask your parents if you can come over first, okay?"

Justin nodded, then turned around and yelled back at his house. "Mom!" he shouted, then waited for his mother to appear. Mrs. Sherman stuck her head out the door.

"Can I play over at Jake's?" he shouted.

By this time, I had stepped outside so Mrs. Sherman could actually see me. Smiling, she waved at me. "Hello, Jake! Is it all right with you if Justin stays at your house for a while?"

"He's always welcome here, Mrs. Sherman," I said. It just so happened that I was on vacation that entire week. All the overtime had caught up with me, and I was very much in need of rest.

Mrs. Sherman went back inside. I also went back indoors with a very excited Justin. I couldn't help but ruffle his ears, seeing how excited he was.

"So, Justin, you're my guest. What would you like to do?"

Justin thought it over for a minute. "Um . . . you got any good video games?"

"I sure do!" I said, pointing towards the entertainment center. I had my X-Box One all set up, complete with a library of games to chose from. Justin ran over to them, rifling through everything I had.

"Wow," he said, tail wagging. "You've got lots of cool games, Jake!"

"Thanks," I said. "Play whatever you like."

Justin finally selected one of my games, popping it in the console. By this time, I had been getting very sleepy. I decided to lie down in my soft, very inviting recliner to get some rest. Even with the volume cranked up on the TV, I had no trouble falling asleep.

I awoke about two hours late, seeing that Justin was still busy playing the X-Box. Yawning, I went over, ruffling his ears again.

"I take it you like this game, hmmm?" I said.

"Yeah," he said, looking up at me. "You were sleeping this whole time."

"I know," I said, yawning once more.

"And you snore," said Justin.

I laughed. "My Dad told me that all the time when I was growing up. I guess I'm pretty loud?"

"Yeah," said the young wolf.

I sat back down in the recliner, but much to my surprise, Justin decided to turn off the X-Box and jump in my lap. Again, I hadn't anticipated him doing this, but I wasn't put off by it either. I ruffled his ears again, making him laugh.

"Oh," I said, devising a plan. "You like to laugh? This will really get you going!"

Picking the young wolf up, I pinned him to the floor, then proceeded to tickle him silly. With my paws underneath his armpits, I tickled away, making him laugh hysterically. I have to admit, I was really enjoying this. I was an only child and really wanted a little brother, or even a sister to play with when I was growing up. Here I was getting a taste of what it must be like to be a big brother. It was very nice.

"Heheheheehehe!" giggled the little wolf. "That . . . tickles!"

"I know!" I said, continuing to tickle him some more. "That's why I'm doing it!"

I kept tickling him for at least another minute before I realized that if I didn't give him a rest, he might very well wet himself. I had no desire to return Justin to his parents soaked in his own urine. So, wishing to avoid a very awkward situation, I relinquished my tickling. Letting the young wolf regain his breath.

"You like that, don't you?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said, still trying to regain his breath.

I sat back down in my recliner, only to have Justin jump right back in my lap again. Damn, he was certainly an affectionate little pup! I ruffled his ears again, then found his arms wrapped around my neck. I hugged him back, genuinely feeling close to the young wolf. I then broke the hug, looking him in the eyes. God, they were beautiful! He had these green eyes that were just so friendly and calm.

"So," I said. "What do you want to do next?" I asked.

"Can I stay over tonight?" Justin asked.

Without even thinking about it, I said, "Sure, just go ask your Mom and see if it's alright."

Justin was up on his feet, and out the door in a split second. I waited for about ten minutes, seeing him come right back inside with a bag under his arm.

"She said yes!" squeaked the young wolf.

"Good," I said. "How about we get some pizza for dinner?"

Justin happily agreed to the idea. I called up a pizza place that was only a few miles from where I lived and placed an order for delivery. Sure, I could have driven, but I didn't feel like leaving the house. I just wanted to enjoy Justin's company.

Justin and I had no problem polishing off the pizza between us. Wouldn't you know it? It was just my luck that the little wolf happened to love supreme pizza as much as I did! Not only did we demolish an entire large pizza, we also mowed through all the bread sticks I ordered too.

It was about this time that Justin started asking questions about me.

"Hey, Jake."

"Yes?" I said.

"Do you live here by yourself?" he asked.

"Yes, I do," I said.

"Does it get lonely?" he asked me, taking a sip of his can of Dr. Pepper.

"It can, but I grew up being alone most of the time, so it's kind of normal to me."

"Really? I think I'd get lonely being by myself," said Justin.

"You probably would, Justin. You're use to being around your parents and your sister."

"Do you ever have anyone visit you?" he asked.

"Sometimes," I said. "I've made some friends where I work. They come over sometimes and we hang out."

"Do you play video games?" asked Justin.

"You bet," I said, taking a large gulp from my can of Dr. Pepper.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

I started to choke, spitting out my pop. Justin got worried, running over to me. "Jake, are you okay?"

"Yeah," I said, trying to clear my throat. "I think some of that went down the wrong way."

"Oh," he said. "But, do you have a girlfriend?"

Damn. I was hoping he wouldn't ask the question again, but clearly there was no getting out of this one.

"No, I don't," I said.

"Have you ever had a girlfriend?" he asked.

Jesus, he just had to keep at it! I could feel myself start to sweat. Trying to compose myself, I answered him.

"No, not really."

"Really? Why not?"

I sighed. I wasn't sure how exactly I was going to explain this to him. I know different beasts have different views on the subject, but it would probably be my luck that I would be explaining this to a kid whose parents would then want me to stay the hell away from him. I wasn't going to lie to him, though. It was the twenty-first century, and I had a right to be who I was.

"Because," I said, trying to measure my pace. "Justin, I'm gay."

"Oh," said the young wolf. "You mean you like guys?"

Wow! He asked that no different than if he would have asked me my shoe size. This wasn't the reaction I was expecting, but it was a peasant surprise to say the least.

"Yeah," I said, nodding. "I like guys. I hope you're not upset with me."

Suddenly, Justin started laughing. I mean, Jesus, every time I thought I knew what direction we were headed, something weird happened. I walked over to him, slightly annoyed.

"Hey," I said. "What's the big deal?"

"You're funny!" he said.

I could feel myself start to get slightly irritated with the kid, but restrained myself.

"How am I funny!" I asked.

"Because you're so worried about what I think! I don't have a problem with you being gay!"

I quickly felt my anger leave me. Like so many times that day, I ruffled the cub's ears playfully.

"Well, then you're a good kid, Justin."

I sat back down on my recliner, only to find the young wolf jumping in my lap again. I grinned at him.

"What's up, pup?" I asked.

"Jake, could I tell you a little secret?" he asked me.

"Sure," I said, preparing myself for anything.

Justin leaned in, whispering into my ear. "I like guys too!"

Okay, clearly I hadn't prepared myself for anything he was about to say. I looked at him, completely dumbfounded by his confession. I tried to think back when I was that age. Did I know I was gay, even then? Hell, it felt like such a long time ago, and right now, my head was swirling around with a million different thoughts.

"You serious?" I asked him.

"See for yourself!" exclaimed the pup. Before I knew it, Justin was off my lap and rummaging around in his bag he'd brought with him. He grabbed an iPad, turning it on, and unlocking the main screen. He pressed a few things on the screen, and before I knew it, I was staring at dozens of pictures of naked males, mainly wolves, engaged in sex acts with each other. I thought for a moment that I must be dreaming, that none of this could possibly be real, but it was.

"How long have you been looking at this stuff?" I asked, genuinely interested.

Justin shrugged nonchalantly. ""Bout a year, I guess," he said.

"So, you're sure that you like other males?" I asked him.

Then, suddenly, Justin's face began to show fear, he shook his head. "Please, don't tell my Mom and Dad! I don't think they'll like it!"

I held the wolf cub close, stroking his ears and trying to calm him down. "Don't worry, Justin. You're my friend, and I'm going to keep this a secret, okay?"

The young wolf sniffled, trying not to cry. He put his arms around me, and for some reason, I decided to kiss the top of his head. He wooed, obviously enjoying the feeling. Then, he looked up at me, his gorgeous green eyes showing such tenderness and love.

"Jake," he said. "Can we . . . do stuff?"

He might not have specified exactly what this "stuff" was, but he didn't need to. I thought the idea over for a moment, then looked back at him.

"Do you want to?"

"Yeah, I wanna know what it's like. What the guys in the photos feel."

"If we do this, you can't tell anybody. Not your parents, your sister, your friends, your teacher. Nobody."

He nodded his understanding. "I promise."

"Okay," I said, getting up and walking to the bedroom. "Let's go do stuff."

I have to be completely honest, even though I'd sword Justin to secrecy, I was still having second thoughts about what we were planning on doing. All it took was a slip of his tongue, then I would be in unbelievably deep shit. I tried calming myself down before we took things any further. Justin on the other hand, was looking like he couldn't wait to get started.

"You okay?" he asked me.

"Yeah," I said, trying not to hyperventilate. "Just give me a minute."

I kept my back turned to Justin, still trying to figure out if we should go through with this. I'd never actually done anything with a guy before. Even though I'd known for years that I was gay, I wasn't exactly the trolling type. I lived in a medium size Midwestern town, so not exactly a bastion of enlightened thinking. But, then again, here was a lovely boy who was ready to try out what this was all about. What real choice did I have?

I turned around, and was pleasantly surprised to see that not only had Justin shed his clothes, he was lying on his stomach with his head help up by his paws. His tail wagging sensually as I looked at his bare butt.

"You're certainly eager," I said, unable to resist chuckling.

"Yep!" he said.

"I bet you want me to take my clothes off, don't you?"

"Today would be nice," he said, giggling.

What a little smart-ass! Hell, I was at the point of no return anyway, having seen him naked. Why not go all the way? Sighing, I unbuckled my belt, letting my jean shorts fall to the ground. Justin, kept watching as I slowly took the remainder of my clothes off. After what seemed like an eternity, I was standing completely naked in front of the wolf pup.

"Wow," he said, staring at me. "You've got a big penis!"

"Thanks," I said, relishing the compliment. I saw down on the bed, only to have the young wolf cuddle up beside me. At this point, I was still nervous, but found that my reluctance was wearing away the longer the two of us were naked together. I closed my eyes as I felt his smaller paw touch my inner thigh. I knew exactly what he was reaching for, and I made no effort to stop him either.

"Ah," I said, quivering as Justin put his paw on my erect cock. "That feels nice, Justin."

Though I would have been clueless at ten years old as to what to do, that wasn't the case with young Justin! The wolf had never lived in a world without widespread internet access, and after I saw what he used his iPad for, I had no doubt that he knew what to do. I felt him tighten his grip around my cock, pumping at it. I looked over at him, at his soft, silvery gray fur. He was at the point in his life where he was entering the early stages of puberty. Even for his age, he had a nice build on him, with hardly an ounce of fat anywhere. I looked in between his legs, seeing his own cock sticking up at me. Though I was much bigger, he still had nothing to be ashamed of when it came to the family jewels department. I reached my paw down, grabbing hold of the erect dick and giving it a nice tug. Justin moaned, no doubt enjoying another male touching him like he had never been touched before.

By now, any reluctance, any reservations I had were gone. All I wanted now was to enjoy my time with the young wolf; wanting to please him, wanting to make him feel like he was the most important thing in my life, and he was. As I stroked his cock, I felt the young wolf reposition himself, I looked down, seeing that he was wanting to blow me.

"Wait a second," I said, lying on my back and spreading my legs. "Now, you can go for it."

Justin smiled at me before slithering himself over to my crotch. The little wolf actually licked his lips, like he was getting ready to eat some sumptuous banquet! I put my arms above my head, completely at ease as I watched him go to work. He started out like most pornos do, with him licking the head of my cock, a very inviting feeling to me. I watched, completely fixated on every move he was making. I groaned loudly as he took his tongue and licked up and down the length of my dick, getting it good and wet for what I knew would inevitably come next. His eyes closed, Justin opened his mouth, taking in only an inch of my meat at first, trying to get a feel for what he was doing.

"Careful the teeth," I advised him.

He didn't say anything, but instead ventured farther down the trail that was my dick. I wasn't in any hurry, so I didn't mind him taking his time. I reached my right arm down to him, rubbing his ears affectionately as he was able to take more and more of what I had to offer. I watched as he managed to tighten his lips around my cock, giving me an even greater feeling of bliss. Before I knew it, I was watching this ten year old wolf cub bobbing his head up and down on my cock. It might sound strange to anyone who hasn't done something like this, but there was no shame, no guilt that I felt while Justin was giving me fellatio. All I could think was how close I felt to him at the moment. I loved my parents, but this was just something on a whole new level. I didn't want it to ever end.

"You close?" asked Justin, momentarily stopping his sucking.

"Getting there," I said in a low voice.

Happy with his progress, he went back to work with more gusto than before. I still couldn't take my eyes off my own penis going in and out of the cub's mouth, like he was enjoying a lollipop. I held back as long as I could, but all good things must come to an end.

"Justin . . . get ready!"

Scrunching my face up, I growled, letting everything I have go at that moment. I watched as Justin was sprayed in the face with my cum. It was his first time, so he wasn't use to the sudden choking sensation that can occur when a guy shoots his load in your mouth.

"Here you go," I said, handing him several tissues from the box on headborad of my bed.

Justin, his face wet, wiped away my jizz. I couldn't help but notice the young wolf also wiped away cum from his own cock. I guess he had been so turned on by sucking me off that he had unintentionally jerked himself off, spraying his juice all over the bed.

"Come here," I said, letting the wolf cub lie on top of me. I was pretty muscular, so it didn't bother me at all to have him up there. I licked at his face.

"Justin, that was the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me," I said. "Thanks."

"Your welcome. I liked it too," he said, rubbing his head against my chest.

It was at this time that I heard Justin's cell phone vibrating. I guess he had turned the sound off. I played everything cool as he answered his phone.

"Hi, Mom!" I heard him say. "Goodnight to you too! What? Oh, just typical guy stuff," he said, then told his mom good-bye before turning it off.

"What was the typical guy stuff all about?" I asked, inquisitively.

"She just wondered what we were doing," he said, nuzzling up against me.

"Ha, good answer," I said, rubbing his ears. "If I'm not mistaken, I think I need to repay the kindness you just showed me."

"Cool," he said, still rubbing up against me. Ha, what a nice kid.