It no longer applies. 2
Three weeks passed since that night in the shower with Deacon. It had gotten hotter during the day, yet somehow, the temperature managed to drop during the night. Some days there was a fifty degree difference between high noon and midnight! The base continued to hustle along, sending out missions, reviewing security plans, expanding the perimeter for future projects and always, always keeping an eye out for terrorists.
My job, as exciting as it sounds, consisted of a gate next to the flight line, a tent and rifle. I was in charge of checking Identification for anyone that wished to enter. Once I confirmed that they were fine to enter, I pulled up the red striped barrier and the vehicle would drive right in. Exhilarating, right? Considering the fact that I was the last layer of security behind four others in order to GET to the flight line, any and all problems were caught before they reached me. I had what was referred to as a 'just in case' post. As in, "Just in case someone is smart enough to really pull off some sneaky shit...we need you here."
When my shift was finally complete and I'd switched out with the guard who took my place, I was driven back for the customary end of shift brief. It was short, sweet and to the point. "Watch out for this, this and this. Be on the lookout for this and that as well. If anything occurs on post, be sure to write a full report after the situation is handled." It was pretty much the same thing every time, but we all understood the importance of it. What I didn't understand, however, was the Flight Chief's insistence of saying "Have a great Air Force day everybody," when he dismissed us every night.
Once I was on the small bus that travelled around to each housing area, I shucked my gear. It was heavy and exhausting to wear it for extended periods of time. I looked out the window after placing my vest into my gear bag and wondered what might happen when I returned 'home' to my bed and wolf roommate.
Three weeks ago I moved in with Deacon, a grey wolf. He was the only roommate I'd had so far, despite the continuously messy creature that slept in the opposite corner of the room that had failed to show his face so far. Deacon had caught me staring. Not at his chest or muscles or claws. No, he figured out that I'd stared right at his ass when he raised his tail to get undressed. He'd bent over and given a striking view of his sac, as well as the sheath his cock was housed in. Once he saw the look on my face he'd admitted he was gay and told me he didn't care if I ogled his ass and, in fact, might show me more in the future.
He then found me in a late shower as I masturbated that night. He'd joined me, wrapped his paws around my chest and cock, and humped my ass with his wolfcock. I remember how good it felt for my first time with another guy. Deacon had introduced me to my first bi-sexual encounter with expert paws. Needless to say, now that I'd caught a very pleasurable glimpse of the other side, I wanted more. I'd had some pretty vivid dreams since then and had awoken more than once with a raging boner that refused to go away.
The bus rolled along, taking me closer to my bed and the relaxation that would accompany it. I'd completed my most recent work cycle and had the entire nest day to myself. Nothing but movies and junk food and sleep. That sounded serene.
I felt the bus stop and realized that I'd day dreamed myself right through the first two drop off points, and that my stop was already here! I quickly grabbed my gear back and hoisted it over my shoulder as well as slinging my rifle over the other before stepping swiftly off the bus. I was only a block from my mod, but I was in no hurry. I couldn't help but wonder what Deacon was up to.
Since his shift hours were only an hour off from mine, we ended up in the room together a lot. He was doing one of four things if he was there now: eating, sleeping, reading a book, or jerking off. The latter I'd walked in on several times. Each instance he simply kept going, but his eyes were always centered on me when he pumped his cock. That wolf really didn't care about me watching him always let me watch him finish. I usually blushed when I met his gaze, but didn't do anything else but lie down and go to sleep once the show was over, saving my own pleasure for later in the night. I was still a little timid of the whole thing; Deacon being a guy, a wolf anthro, and openly gay.
As I lugged my stuff to the building where I slept I felt the swell in my pants, realizing that my daydreams had brought on a hard on that pressed uncomfortably against my belt. I swallowed, thankful that there was nothing but darkness and a sliver of moonlight to illuminate me as I walked up to my mod. I pushed on the outside door and stepped in, quietly making my way down the hall until I came to my door. I settled the bag and rifle against the wall and fished my key out of my pocket, taking care to open the door slowly before stepping in.
It was dark inside. Save for the two glowing LED displays of blue and red. This meant that Deacon was asleep as he stayed up to read most nights. I listened for his soft, even breaths before I shuffled in and closed the door behind me. Soft light filled the room after I felt around for my weak lamp and turned it on and looked about the room. Yep, Deacon was definitely asleep. I traced his outline in the covers while his chest rose and fell with each quiet breath. I felt a mild pang of disappointment that he wasn't doing anything naughty, but pushed it aside as I quickly undressed and replaced my boxers before sliding under the covers. I sighed, tired and ready to dream, as I let the wolf's steady breathing lull me into a deep sleep.
The dream was simple. At some point during the darkness up in my head, I felt warmth seeping over my waist. I didn't know what it was, but colors and shapes were beginning to swirl in front of me. I didn't know what was happening, but I know the dream felt really good. The colors and shapes eventually molded themselves into my roommate, Deacon. He'd pushed his muzzle into my crotch and the heat registered again. It wasn't the first time I'd dreamt something like this and I imagined him taking my limp cock between his lips and suckling. He nursed my shaft with his tongue, letting it gradually harden in his muzzle. Then he began bobbing, sucking my cock further between his teeth. I dreamed that I moaned and arched, wanting more as the sensations intensified with each second. The dream wolf sensed my need sucked into his muzzle until his nose probed into my ticklish mound of hair. I felt the breath from his nose, hot and quick, while he controlled my pleasure with his tongue and muzzle.
Then the dream began to fade. My unconscious mind was sorely disappointed to see the image leave me, coming apart in swirls and colors just as it had before. The head of my roommate slipped off my cock and left my dreaming body aching with need. I was still asleep, but I could feel the need to pump my own cock eating at me. That wasn't fair! How could such a good dream just stop all of the sudden and leave me so frustrated?
I heaved a deep sigh and adjusted my head on the soft pillow. A chill ran through me and made me shiver. The night must have gotten colder yet again. But as cold as it suddenly felt on my skin, that heat from the dream hadn't gone away yet. It was nice and soothing amid the random chills, but for some reason very heavy. On some level I assumed I was still dreaming and didn't worry about it, instead letting the dream take me where it would.
The warmth stayed centered on my waist, keeping me pinned in place but still able to breathe easily. This time there were no swirls of colors or shapes to float into place and paint me a picture. Now it was just blackness. I could feel the warmth against my skin, and then felt it tickle me as well. My cock shifted, arousal still affecting me heavily in my slumber as it had remained so hard after the first dream.
Then all at once the heat changed and I felt a great pressure against my penis in the new dream. I frowned, groaning at the uncomfortable feeling even though I was powerless to stop it. The heat pushed and pushed on me until I finally felt it yield under the force of my stiff cock. I felt the heat surround my head, surrounding it with a wholly new kind of inferno. I felt like my cock head was on fire! The pressure spread, then snapped around my head and began to engulf the rest of my shaft in exactly the same slow manner.
I was groaning a lot louder by now and felt myself begin to rise. The more this strange, heat in the darkness engulfed my manhood, the more I felt the weight of sleep begin to fall away like shackled off a freed prisoner. When the heat managed to surround my entire cock, I was half awake. The pressure...My God, the pressure I felt enveloping me was incredible! It gripped me, much like a firm hand or paw, keeping me rooted in place. Then I felt the pressure and fiery heat begin to rise! It traveled up my shaft, up and up until the head was the only thing engulfed by it.
I was so close to waking up, but this dream kept going. What was going on here? This had never happened before when I was asleep. The strange grip I felt on my shaft had never come to me before and so strongly and I started to worry if something was wrong.
Then the pressure returned in one quick plunge and slammed into my waist, encircling my shaft once again inside that delicious, broiling warmth. My eyes flew open and I gasped, letting out a long groan as the pleasure registered in my mind. I tried to see in the darkness, but that divine feeling repeated itself on my body, rising up and impacting down against my waist. I arched and closed my eyes tightly, feeling my lungs taking in air sharply and stifle my moans.
Then it repeated itself again and again...And again!
This time I wasn't ensnared by my dreams when I began to move. I felt around with my hands, trying to understand what was happening. They felt around the weight on my body, feeling the coarse texture of fur. I felt the pressure slam onto my cock again and each hand grabbed handfuls of the fur and hold tight. I finally arched my back and forced my eyes open, peering into the darkness until I at law saw the outline of what was doing these confusing and wonderful things to my body.
It was Deacon! As my eyes quickly adjusted to the dim light my clock cast over my bed, I saw him sitting squarely on my waist, legs straddling my hips. His face was scrunched up in concentration, eyes tightly shut while the long, pink tongue he sported lolled from the corner of his muzzle. He rose, pulling the heat once again up on my shaft, before descending again and slamming against my thighs. I looked down and saw what had finally brought me out of my slumber: Deacon's furry ass was deeply impaled on my cock and he was steadily fucking me in the darkness!
My grip on his thighs intensified as it dawned on me what was going on and how impossibly good it felt. Deacons rectum had me in a vice grip and refused to let go, forcing its passionate heat to surround me as he established a rhythm. He bobbed up and down on my cock, forcing it into his ass over and over again. As I watched him, fully aware and now beginning to enjoy it, I heard soft slapping noises unlike his cheeks ramming against my thighs. I looked down and felt my mouth water. Deacon bouncing forced his cock and heavy, cum filled balls to smack against my stomach each time he impaled himself. My mouth watered at the sight and I wanted nothing more than to wrap my hands around the wolf as he fucked himself on my pole.
Deacon's eyes were tightly closed up till now. But when I released my hand from his fur and wrapped my fingers around his wolfcock, he opened his grey eyes and looked at me. In the dim light I could see him smile impishly and when he descended yet again he pushed down until our bodies were flushed against one another. It was too much for me and I groaned his name, closing my eyes tightly as he whispered to me in the darkness.
"Finally -Nngh- wake up? Good -pant pant- I was waiting for you." Deacon ground his ass on my cock, making me gasp and groan in reply. He leaned in and pressed his claws to my chest, twirling the dog tags between his index and thumb while leaving scritch marks where they touched my skin.
Deacon resumed his pace, rising and falling on my cock as it plunged into his bowels. The heat returned each time he dropped to impale himself and the sensations running through my body heightened. My heat was racing and my breath heighted, growing into irregular intervals of pants, gasps and moans. His paws on my chest now -very effectively- pinned me to the mattress, while he teased my nipples with pinches between his soft warm pads and claws.
I felt overwhelmed by the sensations hitting me so quickly. It all felt so good; so hot and dirty to be getting fucked in my own bed with this wolf on top of me. My hunger for him had been eating at me since three weeks ago in that shower, and now I could sate that burning in my gut as he rammed himself onto me repeatedly. I kept my hand wrapped around his cock as he moved. At first it wasn't anything but me holding into him, but as he moved and I felt my lust grow, I began jerking him off. Deacon growled, pleased that I could reciprocate, and started fucking me harder.
He and I, the wolf and the human, kept this up for what felt like an eternity. He bounced and growled, pinning me to the bed and maintaining his place on top. I remained on the bottom, happily taking every drop of his body on my slick manhood as I pumped his cock with my eager hands. It wasn't until I brought the other hand from his waist between his legs and grabbed a hold of his heavy sac that he finally started to whine.
Deacon dipped his chest lower, moving faster, pushing me as deeply inside his ass as he could. I was beyond speaking now and simply grunted with each fall of that exquisitely tight tailhole against me body. The smell of sex surrounded us and filled the room to accompany the hushed sounds of our passionate movements. Most notable was his breath as it washed over my face and nose before his long tongue slobbered over my face. It felt so good, so right, to be inside this wolf and feel his weight on top of me. I didn't waste another second, even though I wanted to feel him doing this forever if I could, alone in the darkness just the two of us, and drove my hand as fast and hard as I could along his shaft. I took great care to mind his knot as canids -I had learned in my time here- derived a lot of their pleasure from stimulating it. My hand collided with the swell each time he fell on my hard human cock, timing his pleasure to heighten it. His soft yips of bliss told me it was working wonders.
Deacon finally began to his apex and I removed my hand from his balls and wrapped it tightly around his knot. He tensed, feeling himself reach the final height of his pleasure and stiffen mid-thrust. His eyes rolled wildly as his knotted cock spasmed in my hands. I looked at him as he began to cum and grinned evilly. With all my might I arched my back and thrust violently into Deacons ass, cramming my cock into him and hitting his prostate squarely to make him cum. Deacons eyes flew open and he barked -actually barked!- in surprise. The climax he was about to hit suddenly doubled in strength and his cock spasmed once in my hands before exploding!
I felt Deacon's cum splash over my chest, marking me with his scent once again. It landed on my chest, shoulders, neck and finally my face. My heart pounded as I opened my mouth and accepted a big globe of salty cum from his cock into my mouth. The second I felt his spooge hit my tongue I climaxed with him. I felt my balls draw up against my body and my shaft paint his insides with rope after rope of cum. Deacon and I stayed like this, locked against one another as we cummed; wolf semen coating me as he was filled up from my own human seed.
Finally we finished and he collapsed on me. His weight crushed the air out of my lungs, but I liked the feeling and held him against me. We slowly caught our breath in the darkness together. He stayed on me, matting his fur with the copious amounts of cum he'd ejaculated. It was warm and soft and felt very safe for both of us. Finally Deacon breathed into my ear and let his tongue play across it, chuckling.
"Goddess...That felt good. You humans -huff- really know how to hit the sweet spots, don't you?"
I smiled, thrilled that I was as good for him as he was for me. Then I gave him a gentle shove and he pulled away, exposing my cum laden upper body to the cool, musky air of the dark room. "Guh! So much for sleeping in. I need a shower now...Christ, dude, you even got some in my hair!" I complained lighty as I tugged at my scalp.
"Well what did you expect? You were jerking me off so hard...I think I should have done this sooner. It would have cured you of that shy streak you've got." Deacon mused as he turned away and grabbed his own towel. I believe the idea of a shower agreed with him as well. He also grabbed some fur shampoo before slipping out the door...still naked.
I grinned and rolled my eyes and told him just before the door closed. "Yeah, you planned to cure me of that?" To which he reciprocated loud enough that I -along with everyone else- could hear.
"Oh, you'll find out. Wolfie never lets his friends miss out."