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It felt really weird from the start.

Granted, most furs (including myself) used apps like Howlr,RUFF, and Clawz for more... amorous activities than anything else. Of course, I didn't sign up to them just for casual sex with other handsome furs nearby; I was very willing and open for some relaxed conversations and even the occasional date or two.

That's how I approached his profile on Howlr a few weeks ago when I tapped the Interested to Meet_icon and received the _ping! indicating that we had matched.

His profile picture had left me restless with an attractive buzz in my chest; LUP82 was a ruggedly handsome wolf in his mid-30s, posing only in a snug pair of black white-waisted briefs that accentuated his trim waist and broad shoulders. His thick grey fur didn't shy away at showcasing beefy muscles sculpted in that way which made them seem as if they had been grown naturally from years of playing rugby or football.

It was safe to assume that I was very attracted to him.

It's quite easy on apps like these to be a lot more brazen than you would normally be out in public. As such, I fumbled my fingers over the keyboard as I opened our conversation with a risqué "Surprised a sexy fella such as yourself matched with me ;)"

I'm not necessarily disgusted by my body; quite hard to be when the brown bear standard is a thickset frame with chubby rolls no matter how you pose. What had me surprised, however, was that a man of that calibre (which usually belied a profile stamped with "masc4masc no fats") seemed interested in me and my hefty gut.

Nevertheless, LUP82 (whom I later learned was named Marcus) and I started chatting between work shifts (it seemed insurance brokers led quite busy lives) and battery charges failing out. Peppered between, inevitably, were the occasional lewd selfies that left us both wanting for more and several days of silence as life outside of the app left us too busy.

It was after one of those two day periods of silence that he sent me a message saying that he wanted to meet; with apparently quite a few ideas in mind.

I hadn't expected him to suggest that though.

That's how I found myself on the bus, re-reading our last conversation before he had sent me his address with that same buzzing in my chest and an uncomfortable boner in my jeans.

"Ooh, what kind of ideas did you have in mind? ;)"

"so does that mean you'd be interested ? ;P"

"Sure! I'd love to meet up with you! Tell me what you've been thinking"

"awesome! well, it involves a lot less action than you're probably thinking of ;)"

"Hm, now I'm curious! :D"

"i have this very specific kink you could call it where i like taking care of people"

"Ok?"

"am i weirding you out?"

"No no! Just intrigued xP"

"phew! lol anyways, i like taking care of others: especially younger guys like you"

"And what exactly does "taking care" mean?"

I could still remember how hot I felt all over when he detailed just how specifically he liked taking care of younger men like me and the following load I shot as I imagined him doing just that.

The bus rounded a corner and I jumped out of my seat as I realized that the next stop was mine. With a stuttered thanks, I stepped off, stuffed my paws deeper into my leather jacket, breathed out a satisfying huff of warmth in the cool air outside, and trekked down the road with quick glances to my phone every now and again.

It wasn't hard finding the apartment complex he lived in. What was_harder, however, was convincing my finger to push the button next to the slightly peeled sticker reading _306.

"Just press the fucking button..." I muttered before holding my finger against it for a short yet satisfying bzzt!

The seconds ticked on by and a louder, sharper buzz answered back to unlock the door. I quickly grabbed it and pulled it open, walking into the musty stairwell.

I could feel my heart pounding as I made my way up the stairs and I was perversely proud to say it wasn't because I had gotten so quickly out-of-breath from climbing three flights. I entered the carpeted hallway and swung my head from door to door until I finally stopped in front of 306.

I weirdly had expected more yet nothing at the same time. The door was just that: a door. A cozy mossy little welcome mat sat in front of it and I politely rubbed the soles of my shoes against it.

I'm not some sort of animal.

With an intake of breath, I rapped my paw against it and quickly retrieved it to stuff it back into the safety of my jacket pocket.

When it opened, however, I seemed to have forgotten how to interact socially.

If he was ruggedly handsome on his profile picture, Marcus was nothing short than intimidatingly attractive in person. From the tips of his long pert ears, his eager dark eyes, to the very toes of his noticeably bigger foot-paws, he radiated a calm confidence that (ordinarily) would have had me avoid such a beautiful man. Even the comfortable burgundy wool sweater and the dark well-fitted jeans he wore made him all that more imposing.

I'll be honest: I gaped. Far longer than socially acceptable. That is until I realized he had spoken to me and I cleared my throat.

"Sorry, didn't quite catch that?" I tried to laugh good-naturedly.

"I said that you look a lot cuter in person than you do in pictures," he answered, sending me a smile that at that point I felt was directly targeted to my staccato heartbeat.

I could feel the tell-tale warmth of my round ears blushing and hoped that my fur was thick enough to hide it before I replied.

"I - wow - thank you! I could say the same to you. I mean - that you're like... handsome!" I started to blubber. "Not that you're not cute, uh, just-

"It's no worries, Dylan," he said, adding a reassuring chuckle. "Thank you."

"No problem."

"Would you like to come in?" he said as he moved his large frame to the side.

I nodded timidly, toeing off my shoes and leaving them by the welcome mat outside before I stepped into his home and awkwardly shuffled forward into his living room.

It was pretty quaint: with humble portraits of what I could assume to be his family hanging on the walls as well as a painting hanging above his black couch. A glass-top coffee table with a couple of forgotten mug-rings sat in front of it and a TV playing reruns of an old popular sitcom was mounted on the opposing white wall. A bookshelf matching the couch stood a little further off, cram-packed with books (and the occasional knick-knack) and I had to restrain myself from snooping through what he read.

"It's not much, but it's home." I heard him say humbly.

"It's lovely." I said, lamely.

"Oh, well thank you!" he sounded genuinely surprised. God it was endearing.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" he offered as he traipsed into the kitchen area.

"I-I'm fine, thank you!"

"Are you sure I can't interest you in anything? I have some hot water left if you'd like any coffee or some tea?"

Now that last bit had surely piqued my interest.

"I mean, if it's no trouble, I guess I could go for some tea?" I said, following him into the kitchen area.

It was just as (if not so more) as quaint and humble as the rest of his home. Separated only by a sliver of walking area (seriously, how did this wolf fit?), two counters sat opposite of each other; one adorned with a sink, built-in dishwasher, and the fridge standing next to it, while the other housed the stove along with other electronic appliances.

Marcus was busying himself with turning on the electric kettle and pulled out a wooden box from the cupboard above.

"Pick whatever you like!" he said, motioning towards it.

I gingerly opened it and thought for a moment over which tea I should go for (is there a certain protocol when it comes to tea selecting when you're meeting up with someone to hook-up?) when his slow low voice shook me out of my reverie.

"Are you still ok with this? I know it can be a little overwhelming for some when it comes to actually meeting up." Marcus said. There was gentleness to his voice when he spoke, and his ears and tails had seemed to lower just enough to make him less intimidating.

I could feel my chest pang with affection as I watched him; clearly trying to send all the signals that he wouldn't toe the line of my boundaries.

That's when, with renewed courage, I approached him and placed a paw on his arm.

God he was so warm_._

"No worries," I smiled. "I mean, I was a little nervous but, you're really nice and..."

"And?" he repeated with a playful grin.

"This might sound weird, but you just look so cozy." I finally admitted, a laugh bubbling out.

Marcus let out his own polite laugh and I could feel the previous tension in the air bleed away, so I returned to my tea dilemma.

"It's certainly not the weirdest thing I've been called," he added.

"Oh?"

He nodded and the kettle clicked, reminding me that I had to make a decision. I snatched a leafy looking package containing green tea, placing the tea bag within the mug Marcus offered me (I ? NY), and poured the steaming water in.

"I got called Fuhrer by this guy I was seeing a few years ago," he said as he scratched his muzzle.

"And that's when you dumped his ass, right?"

"Threw his clothes out the window after that," he replied, a sheepish grin stretched on his face.

"God, I don't blame you..."

He laughed that deep warm laugh and headed back towards the living room. I followed him doggedly as we both settled on either end of his couch.

"I might have over-reacted with throwing his clothes out," he admitted. "But at the same time, finding out the man I was interested in was a Nazi kind of clouded my judgement."

"Personally think you reacted well, but whatever floats your goat."

He paused for a moment before snickering and throwing his head back, letting out a loud laugh that boomed throughout the apartment. I was surprised I could find such a raucous laughter to be insanely hot.

"Never heard that one..." he finally said with a loud sigh.

A comfortable lull in the conversation hung between us as I took a few sips of my green tea and Marcus occasionally stole glances at the television with little interest.

Sitting next to me, I could feel that same intense warmth radiating off his large frame and I caught a clearer whiff of his scent; clean and soapy from a recent shower, earthy and musky in that way only men are. It invaded my senses and almost convinced that small part of my brain to lean in and rest my head on his soft looking shoulder.

That's, of course, when the comfortable lull became an anxious silence as the afternoon's plans pestered my head. They seemed so loud and overbearing that I was surprised the wolf sitting next to me couldn't hear my thoughts with his canine ears.

He could tell, however, that I was thinking quite hard and he pointed his attention back at me, his ears cocked towards me and a questioning little "Hm?"

"I was just, you know, thinking about... Well... What you had planned, I guess." I admitted to him, my thumbs rubbing the rim of the mug.

Marcus nodded and his big ears flicked a few times before he spoke up again.

"If it's too much, we don't have to do it, you know."

"No, I want to!" I said, sitting up straight and leaning towards the older wolf.

I scoffed at my own eagerness and returned into my seat. I was greeted, however, by Marcus' own wide eager smile and my sudden anticipation seemed slightly less embarrassing at that.

I decided, then and there, that it was time I tried to take some initiative. I carefully set down my mug on the coffee table, and with a shuddering breath, looked him in the eye.

"Please. I... I want you to take care of me."

The resulting growl that left the wolf sent a thrilling shiver down my spine and soon, I was being surrounded by him. His strong large arms wrapped themselves around me and his muzzle buried itself in my neck. I could hear his tail wagging, hitting one of the nearby cushions, as his big paws gently rubbed at my back.

"Oh, baby, don't you worry... I'm going to make you feel so good," he whispered into my ear.

A shy little moan left my lips and Marcus growled again, pulling himself flush up against me and squeezing me into a bear hug momentarily before he placed his muzzle against my head and began peppering it with some of the softest kisses I had ever received.

To say I was overwhelmed was an understatement. As a single young adult living with a couple of roommates in the city, I rarely ever received any such physical affection - especially from another man. Rivalling that overwhelming feeling was a sudden and deep hunger for any form of contact with the wolf snuggling up to me and I found myself trying to hug him back, my claws holding on delicately.

Feeling that I was finally hugging him back, Marcus then shifted his grip so that he grabbed under my thighs and just as I was about to ask him what he was doing, he lifted me up with a surprising ease. A small yelp of shock left me and I wrapped my legs around his slim waist.

"Oh my god, you're so strong..." I breathed out.

His chest shook against my head with a small chuckle and he began padding his way through the apartment, nuzzling me as he did so.

"Are you ready for your bath, sugar?" he asked me, his lips ghosting over my burning ears.

His nicknames would send slow syrupy warmth tingling down my chest to the lower pit of my stomach, and it took me a few moments before I could nod jerkily against his torso. When he had mentioned on Howlr that he wanted to start things off by giving me a bath (without subjecting himself to it), I was almost reluctant to agree following the nearly uncomfortable yearning for intimacy that had burned up within me. Sure, taking a bath together would have been fun and relaxing; however, having the buff wolf focus only on carefully washing me as I sat in the tub had me dizzy with an unknown feeling.

Marcus and I stumbled into the bathroom and he placed me on the nearest counter to flick the light switch on. A small modest room with brown tiled floors matching the tiles within the bath-shower stall, it followed in the wolf's theme of humble masculinity throughout his apartment. He immediately busied himself at turning the tap on in the bath and testing the flowing water with a careful paw. Deeming it satisfactory, he plugged the drain, grabbed a fruity-looking bottle, and poured a large amount in the water so as to create a rising mountain of foamy bubbles.

Once he twisted the cap back on and dried his wet paw on a nearby towel, the wolf turned to face me with an arousing hunger in his dark eyes before he crowded himself once again between my thighs, his paws stroking my sides.

That's when it felt like everything had stopped. The air suddenly felt charged and alive with something I couldn't even comprehend. All I could register was the big wolf towering above me, holding me gently with paws that could have just easily caused so much harm. His eyes - pupils blown wide and black - flicked between my own and shyly down to my lips; looking as if he too wanted to say something but feared that the moment would be broken by any sound.

I knew what he wanted to ask me, though. And I wanted it too.

I'm not entirely sure how he figured out I had thought of breathing out a small "Yes". He leaned in, his right paw coming up to cradle my jaw carefully, and his black lupine lips - humid with the passing of his tongue - brushed my own with fragility; scared I would almost shatter.

I kind of expected Marcus and I to suddenly crash lips in a hot frenzy of passion and lust, desperate to claim one another's maws. Instead, I was greeted with the sight of my eyes slipping shut and his lips moving so slowly and invitingly. It was careful, even when his tongue pushed into my own open maw to greet the muscle already there and waiting.

How long we had been kissing, I wouldn't know. But it felt both like an eternity and the blink of an eye as I opened mine once Marcus backed away. A furious blush reddened the skin beneath his fur on his cheeks and ears, and his tail wagged wildly behind him as he still bored his eyes into my own. I no doubt was quite in a similar way with spit-shined lips and a heavy warmth crawling itself around my whole head.

"Wow..." I managed to breathe out after a while.

"Yeah..." he answered back, voice low and gruff.

Marcus flashed me a dazzling smile and returned to busy himself with the bathtub; now properly filled with warm steaming water and thick dense bubbles across its surface.

"Alright, bath is ready!" he said, an expectant look across his face.

Right. I had to undress.

Sheepishly, I hopped off the counter and tugged my shirt off before unbuttoning my pants and sliding them down my thighs along with my underwear. After clumsily taking my socks off by bouncing on one leg and then the other, I stood completely naked before Marcus. It technically wasn't anything he hadn't seen before (what with the frequent pictures we had traded online) but my dick did lose some of its firmness from nerves.

Marcus' eyes roved over my body in what I could only hope was appreciation and he let out a short growl to inform me so. Standing up to his full height, he grabbed at the hem of his sweater and in one fluid movement, stripped himself of the fabric; revealing his broad bare chest to me.

Holy fuck was he hot.

He then proceeded to undo his jeans, bending over to completely remove them and reveal himself in only a pair of snug low-waist white briefs. At their front was a surprisingly full bulge that betrayed the wolf's arousal and only increased my own.

"Need any help getting in?" he asked sweetly, offering his paw to me.

"No thank you." I mumbled.

I awkwardly stepped over the bathtub's rim and sunk my feet in the soapy bubbles. At once, a sigh of relief escaped me as my footpaws stood comfortably in the warm water, and I sunk the rest of myself carefully before relaxing on one end with only my head showing out of the bubbles.

Marcus seemed content to just drape himself on the rim of the bathtub, watching me enjoy the heat of the water and the playfulness of the bubbles.

"Feels good?"

"Yesss..." I let out.

"Good," he rumbled appreciatively. "Now, hold on just a moment, sweetpea."

The wolf stood up and began searching in the cupboard under the sink, his tail wagging comically behind him and attracting my attention to the two glorious globes underneath it. Marcus had an incredible beefy bubble butt that, in person, was not given justice in pictures. A shiver of want went through me as I imagined his big ass dimpling and flexing as he fucked some lucky fur.

"I know I've said it before online, but seeing it in person, you have an amazing ass." I said, unable to hold myself back.

The wolf chuckled as he grabbed what he was looking for and closed the cupboard. He brought back with him a couple of candles, a matchbox, and a washcloth.

"Thank you very much, Dylan," he said, placing a few candles here and there and lighting them up. "I could very well say the same to yours," he threw in a wink for good measure at the flirt.

I was pretty sure by then that my blood was only concentrated to both of my heads once he finished lighting up all the candles and hurried over to dim the lights. The bathroom suddenly darkened and privacy fell over the both of us.

"I'm going to wash you now, babydoll, is that ok?" he asked me while dipping the washcloth in the water.

I could only nod and with the utmost care, Marcus began washing me; gentle caresses across the fur on my head with his washcloth that lowered ever so slowly across my body.

And then he started speaking.

"Honeybear," he crooned. "You look so good like this. Being taken care of like you deserve. You work so hard and get so little back; you deserve to be spoilt like this. Doesn't it feel good? To have someone take care of you like this?"

It was dizzying being subjected to all this lavish and praise as he washed my body. Once he had finished with my upper chest, he gently requested for both my footpaws and I extended them to him as he rubbed deep circles in the soles and balls of my toes. A harmony of moans and groans left my blushing muzzle as he continued to speak with that sinfully deep voice of his.

"There's no need to worry, pumpkin, you're safe here with me. I'll take care of you. Make you feel so good and happy and loved."

Hiccoughs started bubbling out of me and before I could stop them, wet hot tears cascaded down my cheeks as I sobbed rather pathetically. A voice at the back of my head kept shouting how ridiculous it was for me to start crying only because someone was being affectionate to me, so I opened my mouth to begin apologizing between cries.

"I-I'm sorry, I-

"Ssh, honey, sweetheart, baby, there's no need to apologize." Marcus continued to reassure softly. "Let it all out, darling, it's okay. I'm here. I'll take care of you."

With the wolf's permission, my sobs began to come out harder and more violently, leaving me breathless at times while Marcus continued to coo at me and wash my body. My fat tears left burning marks down my equally warm cheeks until what seemed to be like an eternity; I was reduced to a quietly hiccoughing and shivering mess sitting in lukewarm water and only a few stray bubbles floating on its surface.

Marcus finally stopped rubbing the washcloth on my now overly sensitive body, and wrung it out before tossing it in a nearby hamper. Quietly, he tugged at the stopper plugging the drain at the other end of the bathtub, blew out the candles, and returned to my side, leaning himself once more on its rim.

"Are you ok? Is this too much?"

I shook my head before speaking with a weak trembling voice.

"I-I'm fine, Marcus. Thank you."

The wolf sighed contently and offered his paw to me so that I could step out of the bathtub once more cautiously. For a moment, he left my side, yet he returned just as swiftly with a plush thick white towel and he began drying me off carefully. He rubbed at my head for a moment, leaving me dizzy and disoriented before we laughed at the hilarity of my puffy fur.

Satisfied with my fluffy humid fur, he tossed the towel in the same hamper and cradled me once again in his arms. Almost automatically, I jumped up into him and locked my legs once more around his waist as my arms hugged around his strong neck. The wolf fixed his grip under my thighs, and we were off, my nose buried in the thick fur of his chest.

It was a wonder to feel the big wolf's bare body against my own after the bath. He was warm, strong, and so full of life that made my heart ease with a racing pulse.

We soon arrived into what I could assume was Marcus' bedroom, however I barely had the time to take in my surroundings as I was carefully placed in his bed (his sheets smelled freshly washed with the faintest hint of his own personal musk) and tucked in underneath his covers. Soon after, the wolf clambered into his own bed and lay on his side watching me for a moment, a lazy affectionate smile on his face.

"How are you feeling, baby?"

"Good." I mumbled out. I could feel the heavy blanket of sleep pulling me away after my emotional high.

"Good," he repeated. "How do you like to cuddle?"

It took me a few moments to answer; both because of my consciousness slipping away and the mental effort of trying to determine how I wanted to comfortable with the hunky wolf.

"'like laying my head across another guy's chest while he holds me."

No sooner had I said that that his strong arms pulled me in gently and he pressed me against his side. Reflexively, my head draped itself on his proud chest and my other arm that wasn't squished against his body hugged around his middle, while my leg stretched over his thigh and my knee rested just beneath his full package. Marcus' arm curled itself over my shoulders as he pulled me in tight, and he breathed a long happy sigh that made both his chest and my head rise and fall softly.

"Comfy?" he asked.

I only offered him a nod that brushed my nose against his chest fur and tickled it. I wrinkled my nose.

"Good. Now go to sleep, honeybear. I'll keep you safe."

That was the last thing I heard before my eyelids drooped and I slipped into a deep, untroubled sleep.