I Was Never Gay Part 3
#3 of I Was Never Gay
Wow...while cleaning out old disks, I found a part I had written to this. Rereading through this, I found that this was probably one of my most poignant and beautiful stories. I once again felt the stirring within me of the story...where it wants to go, how it wants to be written. Whether or not I'm going to work on this one again remains a mystery, but here, as a small gift, is another small section:
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Eventually we both fell asleep however, both of us panting in that hot car, him still buried within me. We slept, his arms wrapped around me, his head on my neck, our bodies intertwined and connected. When we woke several hours later, I knew we had to do something. Something. Anything. I couldn't live my life like it had been going, without love, without the true essense of living. I knew, as I woke to stare deep into his golden eyes, his member firm and hard within me with his morning wood, I wanted to keep this young male with me forever.
But first I would have to talk to my family. My daughter.
I sighed at that thought.
"Greg...how are we going to figure this out? How are we going to work this out?"
He pulled himself away from me slowly, sleepily, blinking his eyes. Then he bent and kissed my lips, his soft muzzle gently caressing mine.
"We need to talk to your daughter first. She knows I sleep with males. I want her to understand first of all. I wouldn't hurt her for hte world..."
So we slowly redressed, helping each other into our clothing, hands caressing. I took the initiative this time, as he pulled on his shirt. I reached over to him, pressing him back against the seat of the chair, and I slowly buttoned his shirt, making certain I ran my fingers through the soft fur of his chest, caressing his nipples and pinching them lightly. He still sported a hint of morning wood, and I wasn't going to let that fade, particularly with the day that I was now facing.
He arched his back against me as I touched him, and I whispered softly against his soft ears
"Let us enjoy one more moment together. Let us steal the seconds away..."
He whimpered softly, slow tears falling down his muzzle as he realized just what we had done. We had done something unthinkable, something so sinful that we would be shunned and hated if anyone knew. It didn't matter that he had been the one doing the fucking, not I. None of that mattered. I, a grown male, alpha and proud, had knelt for a young pup, and taken his cock straight in my ass. We had done the unnameable. We had done the worst thing possible.
And both of us knew we were about to do it again.
As the young wolf silently cried against me, I gathered him to my chest, holding him close, my hands running up and down his body, seeking to memorize the feel of his soft youthful flesh. I felt my own wolf cock thickening, emerging from its sheath, and I knew...if things didn't work out...I at least wanted to feel this young wolf's flesh engulf my cock. I wanted to take him. I wanted to mate him.
I licked his tears from his face, and gently set him down, facing away from me.
"Kneel, love. Let me at least know what it is I am giving up all of my life for. Let me be the proud alpha male one last time before we change our lives forever. I live for you now, I know that, and I want to bury myself within you and make you howl. Will you allow it, love?"
Greg looked at me for a long moment, then silently, he knelt in front of me, raising his beautiful flag of a tail, exposing the soft pucker of his anus to me. I looked at that soft quivering little hole for long moments, seemingly an eternity, knowing that this...this was going to change my life so completely. I was about to violate this young cub...about to take his innocence just as he had taken mine. I reached out a hand...stroked the soft fur around his tail...tentatively touched the hot little hole.
His body quivered as I laid my body over his, my hands reaching down to hold his, our fingers twining, even as my cock pushed into his depths. Slowly, slowly, inch by inch I spread him wide, him panting and wincing as my adult cock gradually made its way into him. His muscles pulsed around me, like the tightest female, so hot it was like liquid fire engulfing me. He shivered beneath me, his strong youthful body quivering beneath my weight. I leaned over once and licked the back of his neck, rasping my tongue against his cheek, tasting his tears. I whispered softly, "I love you," then pressed my cock fully inside him.
When I tied him, my knot swelling to hold me locked within him, I let out a soft mournful howl, his voice echoing mine soon after, both of our voices muted with sorrow and an unspoken pain, an unspoken desire that even now we acted upon. My entire sense of identity was changing, evolving into something wrapped completely around this soft little wolf's fur and his heated body against mine, our bodies twined into an age old dance. In my heart, I knew...this was what I had always missed, always felt was needed. The sense of two bodies joined in eternity, dancing a dance that only the heart knows. This was two bodies made into one, one soul spiraling into an eternity of bliss.
When my seed shot into his soft ass, I felt all of my old hopes and dreams fall away, replaced by gentle feelings of love and desire, hope and happiness...everything I was was here, with this youngling, with this soft male who made me want to roll on my back and submit completely. He had submitted to me, I had submitted to him...we were equal...equal partners. Regardless of age and sex...here was my perfect mate.
We stood like that for a time, locked together, both of us silent in our own reveries. I moved silently away from him when my cock shrunk enough to pull out. When we dressed once more, it was with a silent solemnity, each of us occasionally licking the tears from the others muzzle, both of us buried in thoughts of the future. No regret tinged my heart..just a soft sort of inner communication, something dependent upon the existance of the other. When we emerged from that car, we walked hand in hand, affirming the bond between us, each of us knowing that we would not be parted, no matter the circumstances.
As I opened the door, I was shocked to find my daughter waiting, a strange smirk on her face as she tapped her foot, her hands on her hips, watching the two of us sneak back into the house like errant schoolchildren.
She continued to stare at us as I stood there, shocked silent. She was the first one to speak though.
"So...lesbian daughter...bisexual father...and a bisexual former boyfriend. What a strange gene pool this is."
I stared at her, hearing her even tone with a stunned ear.
"You're not mad?"
"Well, I'm not exactly thrilled, but I sorta figured this was going to happen. Even a bitch can smell arousal in the air, and you two were putting out gallons of it yesturday. It's hard to ignore signals like that. And before you ask, I don't care that he's younger than you, you two look happy, and that's all that matters. Question is...what is mom going to think?"
I looked at her, a sheepish grin on my face.
"Um...I dunno...maybe you can help me with that?"
She laughed at me, then shook her head.
"I'm afraid that that is all on you, Dad. For the moment, why don't we all just have some breakfast, and see what we can figure out? I'll cook the eggs, you cook the meat, and Greg...how about you *laugh* help dad?"
I laughed then, and hugged her.
"I'm so grateful for a daughter like you. I thank God every day for having someone as supportive as you in my life."