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The Massage

"Have you ever received a massage before?" asked the clerk as he typed out the form.

"No," I replied, not sure if I should say anything further. Probably that was unnecessary; my lack of experience in staying at nude gay resorts was probably obvious by my perked ears and wide eyes.

The clerk nodded. He was a dingo, and like all the employees of the Paraíso del Rey, the gay nude resort at which I had impulsively booked a holiday, he was dressed only in a pair of tight blue briefs, with a wave pattern in white on the waistband. Also like the others, he was toned and athletic, but at the moment I was too self-conscious of my own nakedness to start ogling other men. I had only arrived the previous day, and was still very inexperienced with public nudity.

"Well," continued the dingo," that's probably for the best, because here we arrange massages a bit differently than most spas or therapy centres do. If you'd been to the typical establishment, you'd be assigned whichever masseuse was available at the given moment, without regard to how he'd click with you personally. Here though-" he tapped a key and looked up. "We try to tailor the experience to the client's taste's."

I raised an eyebrow. "How's that?" Vaguely I envisioned being asked complicated questions about massage styles, preferences on which muscles I needed worked on, and other such questions which I'd been too inexperienced to answer.

The dingo grinned, with the kind of long-muzzled smile you could imagine glossing the cover of an Australian travel magazine. "What kind of guys are your type?" His ears perked expectantly. "Age, species, bodytype...." I blushed slightly for reasons I wasn't sure of, half-relieved the questions centred on more familiar territory.

"Uh, I like bigger canines," I told him. "Wolves, Dobermen, Alsatians...dingos...other coyotes..."

"Very good," nodded the clerk, writing something down. "As for the other questions, I like guys who're older than me but not at an extreme, and men who are bigger than I am but in the sense of taller, broader, more muscular, not fat," I continued. Did they really assign clients to their masseuses based on which masseuse the client found attractive?

"Excellent," the dingo finished his scribbling. "Now, I trust you are familiar with the kind of massage we offer?"

I nodded, although actually the vague and rather coy wording of the description on Paraíso del Rey's website had left me uncertain as to what exactly he meant. "Alright then, you're about set...." Suddenly he glanced up, one ear quirked sideways.

"Since it's your first time, would you be interested in the four-hands massage?"

"Four hands?"

"Two guys working on you at once. A team effort."

Okay, I admit, my tail immediately wagged at the thought. Two attractive (hopefully) men working their hands over my body, making me feel all relaxed....yes, the thought appealed even more than a single masseuse had.

"That sounds amazing," I said. "I'll take it."

"Sweet." The dingo wrote something else down, and passed me a form. "Sign off here to acknowledge you've agreed to these terms and you're ready to go."

My eyes briefly scanned a disclaimer saying I agreed to letting myself be touched, then I scrawled my signature, and handed back the form.

"Alright." The clerk was smiling again, a tail-waggy smile. "You'll be working with Roland and Frank. They'll be by your room in about..." he glanced at his watch. "45 minutes. Enjoy!" Something about the grin when he said "enjoy" made me suspicious, but I was too excited to care.

Once back in my room, I sat on the bed, my tail twitching with anticipation. I couldn't help but wonder what these two guys, Roland and Frank, looked like. The anticipation made me even more conscious of my nudity. Being naked around a friend before sex is one thing, but it's a very different experience at a nude resort, where everyone you meet is equally naked, and all the day's activities are likely to be conducted while nude. As I waited I watched through the window of my room, which overlooked onto the central plaza of the resort. Several guys were swimming in the pool, while across from it a few others sat at the bar. At the moment nothing excessively frisky was going on, although the previous evening, when the bar was getting more customers, I'd seen a hyena seated there getting a blowjob from a fox as if public cock sucking was entirely ordinary. Probably in a resort like this, where staff seemed to actively encourage guests to get frisky, it was not the first time I'd make such observations.

As the time to my massage drew closer I got up and began to pace the floor, then, impulsively, got in the shower. Was I expecting anything more than a massage? No, but for some reason anyway I decided to soap myself up thoroughly, which extended to pulling down my sheath and washing off my dick, and cleaning out my ass as well. I admit I got a little hard thinking about what the two massage guys would look like. I was a little concerned I might get boned up during the massage itself, although the website massage page had mentioned that if this happen it wasn't a concern, as erections were a natural response to bodily stimulus. A few inches of my cock were poking from my sheath when I walked from the bathroom back to the bed, and as I sat on the edge of the bed, glancing at the clock, my hand idly traced along the outside of my sheath.

Outside I could hear birdsong intermixed with music from the bar and the laugher of guys playing in the pool, but my focus was on my own apprehension and excitement over what was about to happen. It was silly anyway, a massage was a rather minor thing really, but a massage at a gay nude resort wasn't just any massage...

Footsteps sounded outside my door, and my big coyote ears pricked forward. Then, a knock....

With my tail just barely tucked, I walked to the door, terribly conscious of my nudity, and opened it.

The sun was much brighter outside and momentarily blinded me, but seconds later I perceived a wolf and an Alsatian, both wearing the typical blue briefs that marked them as staff of the resort. Both were muscular and athletic, although they did not have the look of bodybuilders to them. Both were, if I had to guess, in their early thirties or late twenties, both had wagging tails, and both were very attractive.

My tail twitched, but did not go between my legs. The wolf grinned. "Lachlan?"

I nodded.

"Nice to meet you," the wolf shook my hand strongly, before introducing himself as Roland and the Alsatian as Frank. "I hear you have a fondness for wolves and Alsatians."

Damn that dingo, I thought, but Roland's smile was too friendly and classically lupine for me not to match it with one of my own. "Uh, I admit to having an interest in big canines," I said.

The Alsatian, Frank, closed the door behind them, leaving us three together in my room. "Well that's swell because we think coyotes are adorable," he said, setting a small cloth bag on the bureau beside my bed.

They had an easy, casually friendly way about them that had me feeling at ease faster than I'd expected, although I was certainly not naïve about the sexual energy already running through the room. "Before we get started," Frank continued, "there's a few things we'll clear up just to make sure we're on the same page. Then we go to work, and you can relax."

"Sounds great to me," my tail was wagging as I sat down on the edge of the bed. Roland sat to one side of me and Frank to the other, and their closeness, intensified by the fact both were so clearly attractive, made my cock stiffen. My tail thumped the bed, and cutely, theirs did the same.

Roland spoke first. "Just to clarify, the kind of massage you selected is an all-body massage, which means just what it says - we'll be working over pretty much your entire body. That cool?"

"Absolutely," I said, wondering if "entire body" included my cock.

"Sweet. You also specified the body-to-body massage, so it won't just be our hands working on you, we'll be rubbing our entire bodies over you."

"And," added the Alsatian, "we'll be entirely naked."

Whether they intended it or not, the sexual undertones beneath the words hung so obviously anyone could have noticed them. I glanced surreptitiously from one attractive canine to the other.

"That's totally cool," I heard myself saying. "Anyone who'd turn down getting rubbed on by either of you is insane."

Both men chuckled, and thumped the bed. "Glad you think so, yote," Roland said. "Sometimes we have people get cold feet last minute, or some of them prefer us to keep our briefs on. So we ask, just in case."

"I'd prefer you take them off," I said, feeling surprised at my bluntness.

"So would we," agreed Frank as he stood up. "You can lay back on the bed now."

I scooted my rump backwards, watching both males slide their briefs down off their butts and onto the floor, and trying not to get hard at the sight. God they were attractive, both had perfectly rounded, sculpted asses, and when they turned around, I was not surprised to see sizeable sheaths and balls hanging between their legs. An inch or so of red was visible at the top of Roland's, on which my eyes lingered.

Now that they were naked as I was, both men were seemingly preparing themselves, pulling a few little bottles of, I assumed, oils and such and rubbing some of them into their fur. I watched their hands roam over their bodies, knowing I was a little aroused, and unable to hide it. "You can touch us if you like," Frank told me, "although if we're doing our job right you'll be too relaxed o think about anything else." Both of them were leaning over me now; I was surrounded by hot maleness. "We'll start out with just our hands...." And then they went to work on my shoulders, one on either side.

Alright, it's true that within minutes I was feeling so relaxed and happy in the moment my mind began to stray a little from thoughts of arousal. They'd started on my shoulders, tender pawpads working over aches and knots I'd hadn't realised were there, then downwards over my chest and sides, poking and prodding in all the right ways. My head sank back in the pillow and I closed my eyes, my nose appreciating the herbal scent of the oils, my tail twitching from time to time. Roland and Frank were both smiling, enjoying their work.

And then my nose caught something else, just a twang, but I knew from past experiences what it was - a hint of a wolf's arousal. My head fell sideways, looking to where Roland stood leaning over me, and I saw that the inch of cock poking free had doubled to two inches. He'd said I could touch.....so as his and Frank's paws worked their way closer to my crotch, teasing the line that divides torso from leg, I reached over and carefully touched two pawpads to Roland's sheath. Even through the soft fur, I could feel the semi-rigid heat within. My own cock throbbed.

As if on cue, Roland reached over and began massaging my sheath. I moaned, curling my fingers around his own sheath, touching one finger to the wet tip of his cock, hearing the wolf murmur "Good coyote," as he tenderly stroked my sheath. Frank was working his paws down my legs, bringing out pleasure points I didn't realise were there, which had the strange effect of making me feel all the more sexually energised. My cock was all the way out of my sheath now, throbbing openly as Roland's pawpads caressed it, and his was growing larger as well. I reached to touch Frank's, but the Alsatian was out of reach. As Roland's fingers continued to stroke me, I began to pant. His cock was filling out my grip.

Some moments later I was still panting softly, my eyes mostly closed, as four paws wandered carefully over my body, everywhere from my balls to my hind-paws. My left hand was wrapped tightly around Roland's erection, which was leaking over my fingers. None of the research I'd done about sensual massages online had mentioned anything about the therapists themselves getting hard, but who was I to complain if these two studs had their own style?

The bed shook, and I looked up to see Frank crawling onto it on all fours.

"We'll move on to the body to body stage now," the Alsatian was saying. He was not as hard as Roland was, but definitely at least semi-erect, from what I could see as he crawled forward. Heavy balls swung between his legs as he positioned himself over me.

Roland had pulled back a little to give Frank space, although still standing close enough that I didn't have to relinquish my grip on his cock. "Good yote," he encouraged as Frank, grinning, lowered himself onto me. "All good so far?"

"Oh yes," I panted. I could smell Frank's natural musk now that his head was curled in by mine, my nose inches from his neck ruff. "I don't want it to end."

I could hear the wolf chuckle as Frank breathed in my ear "Don't worry yote, we've got a long way to go yet." His hips had began to flex, driving his groin forward against mine, and then his shoulders followed suit, rubbing his chest against mine. His entire body seemed to glide over mine, creating a delightful friction not just in my cock but over my torso and down my legs. My head sank back into the pillow with neck upturned, nose breathing in the scent of a virile male Alsatian. All my body seemed to scream one message: SEX.

I wanted it, I craved it. Perhaps a sensual massage was just a fancy way of making someone incredibly horny, or perhaps Frank and Roland just had revolutionary techniques, but whatever the case, Frank's expert grinding was making my cock feel divine, especially now that he was clearly very hard himself, driving his sizable shaft against mine and across my chest.

In my hand Roland's cock was still throbbing; he seemed to have no difficulty staying hard for a long time, and yet I feared I myself would get off too quickly and spoil everything. Frank must have considered this, however, as no matter how carefully he glided against me, I did not cum, despite feeling on several occasions like I was dangerously close to doing so. The way he was gliding his cock against mine made me want to buck my hips and repeat the motion myself, but just when I was thinking I was getting beyond the point of return, I heard Frank growl "alright, Roland's turn," and felt him began to lift himself up on hands and knees again. The Alsatian was grinning down at me with a slightly seductive look I couldn't explain, as if he knew something I didn't.

I got a glimpse a very hard, very red cock wobbling beneath him before he lifted one leg up and twisted around so he was straddling me parallel, then lifted the other over my body again so he was now facing away from me. I took in the dark fur of his muscled back, the wagging tail, and the finely curved rump, and watched in curiosity as the Alsatian edged his way backwards, his legs scooting along my sides. "When I say 'all body,' I do mean it," he told me, head twisted over his shoulder, with the broad muzzle widely grinning, eyes narrowed.

No time was given for me to interpret this remark, as the next thing I knew, Frank had backed all the way up to my head, up went his tail, I got a quick glimpse of the appealing oval of his asshole, and he sat on my face. Instantly my cock pulsed, surely shooting out a squirt of pre, and I got a deep whiff of the concentrated scent of male Alsatian. He'd actually sat on my face!

I was so thrilled with this latest development I hardly noticed Roland pulling away from my grip, till I felt his hands on my hind-paws, beginning to work his fingers around my toes, squeezing the joints, massaging the pads. That felt nice enough no doubt, but I could hardly focus on that when Frank was beginning to flex his hips, grinding his ass against my face. As his cheeks and hole rubbed over my face I almost chuckled, comprehending the meaning of his "all body massage" comment....which was, I thought, that my face was included within those parts of me getting massaged. I just hadn't anticipated that Frank would use his butt to do so.

My cock throbbed unattended as Roland worked my feet and legs and Frank's rump ground into my face. I couldn't help sniffing deeply as his cheeks covered my face, enjoying the male scent. Any illusions I had that this was anything less than a very unusual and special massage session were gone now, as nowhere had I ever heard of a guy using his ass to massage someone else's ass, at least not outside of porn. But I certainly wasn't complaining.

After a little while of this Frank stopped flexing his hips, instead settling his rump down so his asshole was pressed against my nose. "You can use your tongue if you like," he growled softly as his weight settled onto my face. His scent was clean, freshly-showered if anything, just very male. At this point I didn't care to do anything but take the experience as it came, and I needed no further encouragement to loll out my tongue and began lapping at his asshole.

The Alsatian grunted contentedly as my tongue slathered his hole, reaching back to rub one of my ears. "Good coyote," he panted, "good bitch."

The unexpected dominance of this last word made a slight shiver run through my body, and its reinforcement inspired even more enthused kissing of his hole, mouthing at it as my tongue-tip teased his opening. The shiver was not lost on Roland, whose chuckle was audible even if I couldn't see him. "As soon as I saw him I knew he'd make a good bitch for us," the wolf said, as his paws worked up my legs.

"The way he eats ass I'd say he's not inexperienced at being a bitch," muttered Frank. The way they were talking about me was turning me on more than ever, both from the dominance aspect and from the admission that both of them, delightfully attractive as they were, found me attractive too. Feeling exquisitely happy, I reached around and felt in Frank's lap. Just as I'd expected, his cock was thick and throbbing, and when I wrapped my fingers around it he groaned appreciatively. "Good bitch, now if you like you can get a little deeper taste of my ass, then we'll move on to massaging your back."

Oh god I thought, here things were already going so incredibly well, and only half-way into the massage. Obediently I worked my tongue against the soft flesh of Frank's hole, pushing inward, hearing his breathing tighten as my tongue demanded entry. Roland's paws had reached my groin again, smoothing over the wet skin of my cock with expert touch, as my tongue pressed into Frank, feeling soft heat within. I felt his muscles clamp on my tongue once, then loosen.

"Actually," muttered the Alsatian, "I could easily be content letting this last much longer." I pressed my tongue deeper, extending as far as I could, then pulled it out and resumed making out with his hole, kissing it affectionately.

Roland's fingers were teasing my balls now. "Sounds like this coyote bitch is really developing a love for your ass," he laughed. In my hand Frank's cock seemed harder than ever. "I'm almost tempted to take a seat myself when you're done."

That made me shiver again, but a moment later Frank sat up, leaving me panting happily with tongue lolling from my muzzle, tail rustling against the bed. Roland was leaning against the end of the bed. "Roll over," he growled, in a dominant, authoritative tone of voice. His expression was hungry, and his cock still mostly erect.

Quickly I did so, resting on my stomach while my tail twitched over my now-exposed rump. It didn't take long for both males to have their paws on me, going over my shoulders, back, and rump with oiled paws, massaging the muscles and curves of my body with that same tender touch that seemed to make me melt like honey.

Below me my cock still felt incredibly hard and craving release. Roland and Frank were concentrating on my ass now, massaging my rump cheeks with both paws, kneading at it, teasing their pawpads close to my hole. My tail arched to the side instinctively, my breath quickening as a finger traced between the cheeks.

Behind me the bed creaked, my ears swung back to catch the sound, and I glanced back to see Roland crawling onto the bed on all fours, over me. His seductive smirk was deliciously sexy. He was still, from what I could tell, very erect. "Enjoying yourself, bitch?" he growled, leaning down to growl the words into my ear.

"Oh yes, you guys are marvellous," I panted, unable to completely focus on my response when his unignorable presence was settling onto my back. I could feel the hot pressure of his erection poking against my ass, and impulsively arched my rump against the shaft.

I was rewarded by a hard grind against my rump. "Eager...." muttered the wolf, beginning to grind his body, mostly his groin, into me steadily. While it was difficult to ignore the grating of his cock against my rump cheeks, his chest was also rubbing against my back, his legs sliding along mine, so that once again my whole body felt stimulated. Roland's hands were on my shoulders, massaging them in a way so sensual I wanted to squirm. How he could keep every part of his body so poised, working so many pressure points, while obviously very aroused, I didn't know, but he was a master.

Yes, it's true though, amazing though the entirety of the massage was, the one aspect I could not drag focus away from was that thick wolf dick sliding between my rump cheeks. The position Roland had me in was making me feel terribly submissive, wanting to be on all fours in front of him with tail raised, and I think at that point I somehow knew, despite the unconventionality of it, that there was only one possible way this scene could end.

I made this desire clear by arching my rump up further into Roland's strokes. "Your cock feels so good," I moaned, feeling that hard shaft grate along my back. It had seemed large enough when I'd had my hand wrapped around it, but now the weighty meat pressed against my back felt enormous.

A pleased rumbled emitted from the wolf. "You're craving it, aren't you," he murmured, pushing himself up so the focus was less on massaging my back and more on hotdogging me, grinding his dick between my cheeks.

"When he said he had an interest in big canines I suspected he really meant that he wanted to be fucked by large male canines," remarked Frank from somewhere behind us. I'd been so absorbed in getting ground on by the wolf I'd almost forgot he was there.

"So did I," agreed Roland, relenting a little to sit back. I could hear a little rustling as something passed between him. "The moment I saw this coyote bitch I knew I'd have him on all fours taking my cock before long." I heard a wet squelch as he squeezed something into his paw. It didn't take much imagination to guess what it was.

The thought that they'd been planning to fuck me from the moment they'd arrived for the massage was thrilling enough in itself, but I could hardly devote much time to analysis, not when Roland's wet, lubed fingers were rubbing lube over my hole, prodding inward to slicken my entrance. I helped him by pushing my hind end up off the bed, supported by my bent knees, my ass arched in the air with tail lifted over backwards. Maybe more like your typical fox than coyote....but there was no point in denying I wanted him. He'd made me feel all submissive and eager to be fucked, all the grinding and rubbing and dirty talk the perfect stimulus to make me more than willing to have his cock shoved up my ass.

As Roland's fingers worked my tailhole, Frank walked around the end of the bed, pushed aside the pillows, and crawled onto the bed in front of me. His big cock swung heavily before my face, prodding my muzzle. I got a heavy whiff of shepherd musk.

It seemed I was about to be spitroasted, and I had no desire to resist. I reached for Frank's cock, but the Alsatian had other ideas. The next thing I knew, he'd shoved his groin into my face, grinding that weighty erection against my muzzle and between my eyes. His balls rested against the top of my muzzle, the scent of musk impossible to avoid. "We could leave you smelling like herbal oils, but I think I'd rather leave you smelling like two studs just made you their bitch," growled the dominant male. I didn't move, content to let him grind on my face

Behind me Roland had apparently lubed my ass to his liking, and was now slickening up his dick. He must have brought lube along in the bag with his massage oils. The bed creaked again, and then I felt the pressure of his hips against mine, and the wet tip of his cock kissed my asshole.

Firm paws gripped my hips, pulling him in closer as the pressure on my hole increased. I could only half-focus on making myself relax, as Frank was now tapping his cock against my muzzle, grinning down at me with a look of expectation. I gave his cock a wet lick. The sweet tang of pre was unmistakable; he'd evidently been leaking for some time.

Roland was beginning to spear me open now, the head of his cock slipping within, and then in one smooth motion his shaft sank into me, I gasped, and Frank shoved his cock into my muzzle. My eyes were wide in the "oh" face of a man who's just had a cock shoved up his ass, adjusting, and at the same time Frank's dick throbbed on my tongue, still leaky. "Damn," Roland was muttering above me. "He's not as tight as I was expecting."

"Really is a bitch then," Frank put a paw on my head. "Keep sucking, coyote."

Still panting from the pressure of Roland's cock being buried in my backside, I began bobbing my head on the Alsatian's dick as best I could, putting my long coyote muzzle to good use. My ears were still pricked back listening to Roland's heavy breathing. "Alright bitch, now the fun begins," he told me, just before he started pulling out. In again, out again, he soon worked himself into a steady thrusting, while I made little whimpers and squeaks and 'oh' sounds. Generally I try not to be overly noisy during sex, but getting fucked is the one scenario in which controlling one's vocalisations can be near impossible at times. Try not to make a little noise when a hunky wolf has his cock buried in you...it's difficult.

I'd been fucked before, but not by anyone as dominant or well-endowed as Roland, and now as he settled into the regularity of thrusts, he was beginning to touch off little sensors in me that made my cock, which had lost some of its stiffness, start perking up again, and feeling like orgasm was, if not close, at least in the far distance. Roland's style of fucking was not so much hard fast thrusts so much as deep precise ones, but in any case it was glaringly obvious now that the focus had shifted from providing me, the client, with a massage, to pleasuring the two studs currently spit-roasting me. I was still bobbing my head on Frank's cock, swallowing pre from time to him, weighted down by the gentle but firm pressure of his paw holding my head into his crotch. Roland's knot kept banging against my hole, but something about the character of his thrusts suggested he wasn't trying to knot me yet; he wanted to enjoy a good long fucking rather than rushing to a quick climax.

Clearly they both intended to get some good use out of me.

Roland's paws gripped my hips tightly as his cock thrust in and out, its passage made even easier as I relaxed, beginning to get over the initial adjustment period. Something about his confidence and dominant demeanour made me feel incredibly submissive, incredibly eager to be bred, so I pushed back slightly into his thrusts. This seemed to please him. "Good bitch," he muttered, hilting in me.

"He is a good bitch," agreed Frank, and then he leaned forward and kissed Roland, who met and held the kiss without breaking his routine of humping. I don't know if they were a couple or just two friends who liked to share other males together, but the kiss just made our threesome all the hotter, and what was more, it was at that point that something about the angle of Roland's thrusts changed just slightly and he made contact with that point every bottom wants hammered.

I gasped again and briefly inhaled even more of Frank's dick, making the shepherd groan and break off his kiss with Roland. "Mmmm, yote liked that," Roland observed, repeating the same motion. I whimpered, and sank into a delicious joy in which Roland tuned his fucking into a precision of jabs deep into me, with perfect accuracy. None of the males who'd fucked me in the past had been this good at rubbing my prostate just right, but whether from experience or luck, he was as near to perfect as I could imagine; at least, I couldn't ask for anything better. My cock was as hard as it had been earlier when Roland had his hand on it, the first time I'd ever maintained a complete erection during anal. I felt half tempted to reach back and jerk it, but between the delightful ecstasy of Roland's cock jabbing my prostate, and concentrating on sucking Frank's dick, I couldn't divide my attention further.

The set time at which my massage was supposed to be over by had passed, but none of the three of us were looking at the clock. Roland seemed little inclined to tire, quite content to keep fucking me, though now even he was emitting the occasional grunt or groan. His big balls kept slapping against mine, emblems of his masculinity and arousal. Frank too had started thrusting a little, relieving my need to suck as instead my muzzle provided a hole for his throbbing dick. Unlike some males, he seemed to like best when just the top half of his dick was in my muzzle, rather than the whole shaft, seeming to find the head the most sensitive part, which given the size of his endowment was probably a good thing; at least I wasn't gaging much.

And hey, even Frank's cock couldn't entirely capture my attention. Roland setting off all the right notes to show once and for all why so many gay males loved getting fucked, any desire I'd had to try topping was rapidly fading as his cock hit me again and again right where I wanted it. I squirmed and panted and made a multiplicity of stifled little noises escaping from what little part of my muzzle wasn't already occupied by Frank's dick. It was that sort of pleasure where your body feels so good you can hardly stand it; your whole being seems to vibrate with it.

And it went on, and on, and on.

When you're getting fucked that great no one has a mind to watch the time, but he must have fucked me for close to an hour before I got off. Yeah, I don't think any of us were expecting that, that I'd be the first. Hands-free orgasms were so rare, or at least among the gay men I'd spoken to, that I hardly believed in them; certainly it was not something I'd expected to get myself. And yet as Roland fucked me I started to feel it coming, for a long time hovering over my dick in a delicious uncertainty that left me uncertain whether I was getting off or just about to or just imagining it, a long orgasm that seemed to start many minutes before my dick actually pulsed and shot over the bed, so that many times I thought I'd already started to cum....but then when it did happen I knew, and I gasped and moaned and whined and swallowed half of Frank's dick, my body bucking and jerking harder against Roland, as my cock spasmed and made a mess of the bed. Between the orgasm and Roland's thrusting I wasn't conscious of anything in the moment but the feeling, my mind went dead, no thoughts, just pure experience, pure instantaneous being. Even when my cock had ceased the first long succession of shots it still didn't seem to be over, giving a new meaning to the term "full body orgasm."

During all of this Roland never slowed down a bit; it didn't matter if I was getting off or not, he still wanted to fuck me. Frank however was getting pretty close to the end by the time I came, though, and in the end it was his cum splattering over my face that brought me back from the dazed state of post-orgasm ecstasy and reminded me that the sex hadn't yet ended. The first shot hit me between the eyes, another splattered my muzzle, and a third my forehead before he shoved his pulsing dick back into my muzzle and started pumping it full of hot dog spunk. Like me he'd evidently been highly worked up after two hours of play, and like me he'd came hard. His paw went back on my head, holding it in place as I tried to swallow the thick spurts. Frank's head was hanging back a bit, eyes glazed, his cum thick and hot on my tongue. And Roland was still fucking me.

My head was swimming jointly from the intensity of my own climax and from just having my muzzle pumped full of shep spunk, but Roland's deep thrusts were still impossible to ignore. "You about ready to knot him?" Frank finally grunted. His cock had slipped from my muzzle now, instead resting wetly against my head, where it continued to leak into my fur.

We had never confirmed that Roland was going to knot me, but after having humped me for so long, and so carefully got me aroused through the massage and foreplay, it didn't take a lot of guesswork to imagine that was what the wolf had in mind. "Oh yeah," the wolf breathed, lost away in the passion of fucking, "I'm going to knot him and claim him as my bitch." I looked over my shoulder, and midthrust he glanced down at me and smirked. "Right now."

His next thrust was as precise and deep as any other, but my eyes flew wide and a yelp escaped my muzzle as his already greatly swollen knot popped into me. A spurt of something jerked from my already spent cock, and I groaned deeply as the wolf pulled my body hard against his, arms going round my chest. His knot was massive, the largest I'd taken. Amid the pain and pleasure I felt the wolf bite down hard on my shoulder, fangs pressed against my fur and muscle as within me he came hard, too lost in the ecstasy of passion even to use dirty talk or thrust further. My head hung back submissively as he kept his toothy grip on my shoulder, his eyes shut, his cock perceivably pulsing within me. Clearly he'd been extremely worked up, his climax as splendid as mine and Frank's had been. I'd nearly forgot the Alsatian, it being hard to focus on anything else than the knot now lodged up my ass, but when I looked he was still sitting in front of me, watching us with relaxed, satiated interest.

Roland's fangs loosed from my shoulder after a few moments, but he did not let go of his grip on me. I could feel his broad chest against my back, an oddly desirable and comfortable feeling. The heavy sensation of afterglow was not yet gone from me; my body seemed to tingle, almost tremble, and I felt an overwhelming sensation of relaxation and peace, which I suppose is what one is supposed to feel after a massage. Roland was breathing hard, though finally, after a few moments of silence, he whispered in my ear "Good bitch..." he panted a moment. "You're the kind of coyote that's just made to be a wolf's bitch."

"That's the best fucking I've ever received," I returned, watching the grin return to his face. A moment later he let go of me, lifted his leg over, and we settled into the traditional tie, facing away from each other. Within me his still-hard cock throbbed from time to time, knot clearly not loosening anytime soon. But that was okay. I liked him being tied to me; I liked the intimacy of his knot being locked in my ass, keeping us here in the moment.

Frank had laid back against the end of the bed, watching us. "Next time I'm getting a turn on his ass," he said, tail thumping against the headboard.

Roland's tail wagged, rustling around mine where our butts pressed together. "That's fair, once he's done eating my ass," he agreed.

My tail joined theirs in wagging. Here I'd nearly cancelled this holiday, thinking all I'd end up doing was regretting going, and instead I'd just had the best threesome of my life with two hot studs who not only loved it but wanted a second go later? "Do I get any say in this?" I smirked, flicking my big coyote ears.

"You can say 'yes, stud,'" Frank told me, reaching over to rub my ears.

"See I was thinking," Roland continued, "we don't get off work till later, but why don't you join us for drinks in the bar this evening? We'd both love your company."

My tail wagged harder against the wolf's butt. "Drinks meaning alcohol, or....something else?" I asked, the memory of Frank's cum still present on my tongue.

Roland laughed. "You'll have to come to find out," he said.