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Let me start this story by making something clear: I am not gay. Well, maybe a little gay... I am confident in my sexuality after all. I just want to make this clear, because I want you to get a full understanding of what went on between me and Dave. That it's not entirely motivated by me being gay and falling for him. I'm not in love with Dave, though I have to admit I do get a little tingly inside when he fixes those deep brown eyes of his on me (damn, that does sound gay, doesn't it?).

See, I know how much Dave wants me. And though I don't necessarily want him back in the same way, I love the way that his desire for me makes me feel. And I get a certain pleasure in giving him what he wants. And, he definitely does end up getting what he wants. But that is a story for another day, because I also get a lot of pleasure out of... well... My story is about this tiger here giving him a bit of a cocktease.

Should I be admitting this? Does it spoil the story for you? I was always told not to bury the lede. Though I'm wondering if that really applies to stories like this. Maybe you would be more excited to read this if you thought it was leading somewhere bigger?

On the other hand, I don't want to cocktease the reader. That's a certain type of thing that I reserve specifically for Dave. So let me avoid burying the lede: there will be no burying of the cock in this story.

Hmmm... Is this really the right voice to be telling this story in? I'm fucking this up, aren't I. Maybe I should be writing this more like a gay porno. Sorry, I'm not the most subtle guy out there. And there is certainly nothing subtle about my massive barbed and knotted schlong. There, are you happy?

Anyway, you may be wondering how I know that Dave wants me. So let me paint a picture for you...

A young grey wolf kneels before me (that's Dave), watching intently as I undress myself. I first remove my t-shirt, advertising a local metal band I draw a lot of inspiration from in my own band's performances. Then I remove my jeans, sliding them down and revealing a tight pair of light blue briefs, clearly outlining an impressive bulge, which I could see in the reflections from his eyeglasses. I lay my jeans on the dressing room desk, next to various pieces of a bombastic, bright red set of armor which make up my stage costume. After removing my socks, I reach down towards the elastic of my briefs, but notice Dave's paws moving towards me almost imperceptibly. So, I drop my hands down to my side instead.

I can see the gears turning in his head as he sits still for a few long seconds, before his paws reach out more confidently and wrap around the elastic. His face is expressionless, but I could sense the intensity in his eyes as he pulls my underwear down, revealing what he had been looking forward to seeing almost daily for the last month since he joined my crew. The corner of my mouth turns upwards in a wry smile. He's enjoying this too much, I think. I easily step out of the leg holes once he brings my underwear down to my feet.

He gently picks up my briefs from the floor, slightly jerking them towards his face, as if he was going to put them up to his muzzle and inhale deeply, but stops short and places them on the table next to my jeans and shirt. I stand in front of him, as I had done many times, with the wolf kneeling in front of me, his face only a few short inches from my crotch. I feel a gentle breeze from his breath on my fur, black and orange stripes leading to thick white tufts above my sheath, the hair gently swaying from the breeze. Then he picks up a piece of the red armor, a leg piece, and begins strapping it onto me.

Dave is taking a summer off from college to join my band's roadie team. He is competent, and efficient. But from the beginning I could tell that he has a thing for me. I noticed him blushing as he would help me put on my costume. I wear a pretty complex outfit for the show, which was too intricate for me to put on myself. You see, we play fantasy-themed metal in the spirit of GWAR, so naturally I wear an over-the-top costume. It constricts the body enough that the guitarists and drummer have to wear much simpler, looser outfits. But as I am the lead vocalist, I can get away with it. However it means that I have to arrive on scene a fair bit before the rest of the team as my preparation take longer, and it means that I need someone to assist me.

So before every show I have to strip down to nothing, so that he can put on my armor piece-by-piece. He is quick and wastes no time, but I notice that he would linger every time he fits the cod piece over my naked crotch.

I can tell he really enjoys his job. The only part he probably likes more is when he has to take it back off after the show. He will put his nose a bit too close to my crotch when taking my codpiece back off, hoping to get a good whiff of my musk as he peels it off my sweaty cock and balls. I have to say, his lustful attention gives me a big ego boost, which helped me through quite a few difficult performances. And, his resulting zest for the job means that he is the first person who could competently put on my costume in less than 10 minutes every time. I imagine he must have a lot of mental preparation while he lies in his bed at night, going over every step in his mind.

Once he has my helmet on, completing the outfit, I give him a warm smile and his shoulder a light squeeze, and thank him once again for his help. He gives his normal shy smile and looks away in embarrassment. His blushing face goes through my mind as I take the stage and my bandmates and I knock another show out of the park. The crowd seemed to get wilder the more crude and offensive our lyrics get, and completely loses it when an effigy of our rival band comes out on stage and we rip it to pieces.

As usual I come back to my dressing room tired and drenched in sweat, and as usual Dave is waiting for me, ready to relieve me of my burdensome suit. Dave is drenched with sweat too. The temperature in this particular venue is set way too high. I am chugging water as Dave practically peels my suit off. I sigh in relief when my codpiece comes off with a wet squelching sound. A dank, musky odor fills the room, which makes both of our eyes water. Dave continues to kneel in front of me, though, his nose only a foot away from my balls, which I knead absentmindedly as I complain about the heat. I take another swig of water.

"There's a bath," Dave says helpfully, motioning at a door to my left.

"Ah," I say with excitement. "That would really hit the spot."

Looking in, I see an old-style ceramic tub sitting in the middle of a stone floor. The tub is filled by a bucket from a faucet in the far corner of the room. I sigh again in pleasure. A bath would be great right now. I pad over and step in, leaning against the far end of the tub, smiling up at Dave. "It's a big tub," I remark, "It'll take a while to fill up".

"I'll fill it up for you!", Dave says excitedly, bouncing over to the faucet and filling up the bucket. I quietly chuckle at how obvious he is being. Does he think I am oblivious? When he turns around with a full bucket, he is a bit more composed. But he loses it again when he dumps the water in and I jump up with a yelp. "Cold!" I exclaim, jumping out of the tub. Dave is beyond apologetic, barely finishing one apology before starting the next. "Cats don't like cold water!" I admonish, my lower half dripping with ice-cold water. Dave looks even more horrified by his mistake, but I let out a laugh and his look of horror turns to relief.

After adjusting the temperature and filling the tub with a few bucket loads of warmer water, I am back in the tub, watching him fill it. The tub takes forever to fill up, and I feel a bit bad for him. He must be as tired as I am, I think, but I think he's enjoying his task at least. After another few buckets, I slide back so only my face is above the water. "This is enough", I purr.

"Glad to help", Dave replies. I'm sure you are.

As he motions to leave, I have a thought. "Don't you want to join me?", I ask. His back stiffens, and he giggles a bit nervously. "Nah, it's okay" he says, continuing to look away. I see his ears start to redden a bit. I shift in the tub so that I am facing him.

"Come on!" I exclaim jovially. "All that work and you're not going to even enjoy it yourself? Are you going to just sit there and wait for me, covered in sweat?" He doesn't say anything, but he doesn't move either.

"Seriously, it's fine, and the tub is big enough for both of us," I reassure. Still nothing. "Seriously, I insist! You can hang up your clothes over there," indicating the racks to his right.

"Sure" he says quietly. He walks over to the racks, but stands facing away from me, perhaps to hide his embarrassment. I smile in satisfaction as I watch him slowly undress. The cruel side of me is really enjoying his discomfort, but the sympathetic side of me genuinely wants him to take this rare advantage to relax. I lean back, enjoying the view. Dave steps clumsily out of his pants and delicately lays them in a pile on his shirt. He is wearing a cute pair of light-blue designer briefs. I can sense him steeling himself up before finally pulling those off as well and dropping them on top of his pants. "You should hang up your sweaty clothes so they dry off a bit", I suggest. He freezes up a bit in the realization that I was watching him undress. Then he follows my advice, but very very slowly.

I watch in confusion as he hangs up his clothes at a snail's place, constantly adjusting and readjusting everything, and still not turning to face me. What is he doing? He's embarrassed to turn around?...

Then I smirk. I bet he is aroused and worried about me seeing it. I can barely keep myself from giggling. I'll give him a little space, I think with an uncharacteristic amount of generosity. I lean back further and sigh loudly, spreading my legs out as much as I can, and barely reaching the far end of the tub with my feet. I let my head fall back and stare up at the ceiling for a few moments, and I hear Dave quickly pad over to the tub and step in. I look up as he enters, and see his arousal poking out from his shaft conspicuously. He sits gingerly in-between my legs, which I have sprawled out across the tub, his face beet-red, and his eyes looking anywhere other than my face.

"Nice, huh?" I ask with a good-natured laugh. He can barely choke out an answer, but manages to nod slightly, still looking away. I sit up and give him a bit more room, and he hesitantly spreads his own legs out towards me. I look him over some more, with a grin. And my mind starts to wander...

"Soap!" I say with a start. There's a single bar sitting in a rack attached to the tub. I take it and start to wash myself, while Dave watches from the corner of his eye. "This is good soap", I remark, giving him an excuse to look at me, "It lathers really nicely." He takes the bait and watches as I'm rubbing the soap over my chest and armpits. As soon as he is looking at me, I get up and sit on the edge of the tub and begin washing my legs and groin, paying special attention to my flaccid penis. He doesn't look away, to my satisfaction.

I lather up until I'm happy, then lean towards him with the soap. He accepts it gingerly, and starts slowly washing his upper half. I settle back into the tub and rinse myself off. He washes his head, chest and shoulders a bit, but doesn't continue.

"Oh!" I exclaim. "I forgot my back! Would you mind?"

I turn around before he can answer, so that my back is to him. After a moment, I feel his soapy hands on my back. I let out a purr, partially to get under his skin a bit, and partially because I haven't had someone's hands on me like this for a long time. He continues until any reasonable person would say that it was more than enough, before stopping. Probably reluctantly, I think.

"I always forget my back. Usually I don't bother, but I sweat so much today that it was definitely worth it. It is usually just enough to wash you armpits and crotch. Definitely the most important areas." He clearly understood the subtle suggestion that he wash his own crotch, and takes a deep breath before rising out of the water and sitting on his edge of the tub. He has composed himself, I remark, noticing that his member is no longer poking out of his sheath. He has a pretty nice body, I realize, looking him over.

I notice him turn his head back almost imperceptibly and hesitate. But I read his mind. I reach out my hand. He freezes up for a second, under the realization that I was watching him wash himself intently enough that I could tell his intentions. Blushing, he handed me the soap and turns his back towards me. I scoot forward so that I am on his side of the tub and his lower half is sandwiched between my thighs, my sheath less than an inch away from his butt.

I firmly but gently wash his back. My paws are on his sides with my thumbs rubbing in the soap and massaging his muscles. My paws travel up to his armpits, with my thumbs on his back. He's small for a wolf, I realize. His chest is so small, that with my paws like this, my thumbs are only inches from each other. I squeeze him firmly like this, my paws traveling up and down his sides in unison, and anchoring him firmly with my thighs, until I start to feel him relax. Reluctantly, I finish and scoot back to my side of the tub, and sit there for a while. Dave turns around, more relaxed before. But it's not difficult to see his fully erect member through the water. He doesn't seem to notice.

I reach out towards his crotch, causing him to panic, before realizing that I'm pulling the plug. He looks relieved as the water drains away, but after a moment the panic returns. Once the water drains away, his arousal will be visible, I think with glee. Mere seconds later, the water is gone, and his fully-erect member is poorly hidden behind his arms, which he has stuffed between his legs.

I give a hearty laugh. "Don't worry, that happens all the time to me whenever I get a massage. It happened to me too when you were washing me earlier. It's been a while since I've been touched like that". Hearing my reassuring tone, he relaxes a bit, but still hides his erection shyly.

I exit the tub, dripping onto the floor, then extend my paw out to him. He seems like he would be more comfortable sitting into the tub until his erection was gone, but can't keep me hanging. He grabs my paw and I pull him out of the tub, and without his hands free to hide himself. He's got some good equipment on him, I think. I consider telling him, but I think that would give him a heart attack and I'm enjoying him too much. He stands in front of me, blushing, his right paw digging into his left bicep.

"Ah", I say with a start, picking up the only towel in sight. "No more towels." Dave lets out a quiet squeak and looks around too, hoping to find one so he can cover himself.

"Say", I remark thoughtfully, "aren't you guys able to just shake it off?".

"Uhhh... Yeah I guess" Dave says nervously, looking away.

"Could you show me, Dave?"

His face turns even redder than before.

********

Since then, I insisted that we bathe together after every performance. That sneaky fucker would always blush and act shy and reluctant, but it wasn't long until he was suggesting it as well, and even on days that we didn't have a performance.

In addition to my own enjoyment (and his), it helped us bond as band members and he started to grow more comfortable with it. The washing facilities were not always the same. Sometimes they were tubs, but usually they were communal showers. Sometimes, they were nothing more than a small tiled room with a drain in the floor, with a few buckets and faucets. That's what we were in today, and we were alone, the rest of the crew having finished and left.

Dave had the bucket filled up and was washing my back when I was opening up about my last relationship.

"Man, I miss her", I said sadly. "It's been 5 months since we separated and I haven't dated at all since then."

"Mmmm" Dave humed sympathetically, as he lathered up my back with soapy paws. "Why not?" he asked. It's still strange hearing him actually talk. I'm glad I helped him out of his shell a bit.

"I don't know", I replied. "I guess I've just been too busy with the band taking off".

"Mmmm. Yeah that makes sense"

I'm glad that he's more confident in this setting, but I was really enjoyed making him uncomfortable. I give a malicious smile, which he doesn't see.

"She was really good with her mouth", I say crudely.

"Mmmm" Dave hums quietly, a bit more uncertainly.

"She could never take me all the way to the knot, though"

He stays silent, rubbing my back with less intention.

"Plus she would always refuse to swallow my load!" I exclaim.

"What??" Dave exclaims, losing his cool for a second. The jealousy in his voice was so obvious. I didn't call him on it though, but my grin widened. He resumed rubbing my back, but I think he forgot to lather up his paws, so he was just rubbing my back with his bare paws.

"Yeah right? I can't taste that bad. But I guess she is the only one who would know."

He stops for a second, but continues rubbing the same spot as he has been rubbing for the last minute. Is he even aware of what he is doing?

"To be fair, if she tried to swallow it all at once, she would probably choke."

He pulls his paws away from my back with a start.

"I estimate it would take a good three to four swallows to get all of it down," I boast with exaggerated pride.

Nothing.

"I never fucked her ass, you know."

His paws return to my back, this time with soap, but a noticeable tremble.

"She never would let me," I say sadly. "I would really love to fuck someone's ass sometime."

His paws come off my back and I turn around. He is semi erect and blushing, which hasn't happened since the first time we bathed together. I give a good natured chuckle. "Sorry for the sex talk" I say with a sly wink. He is reassured, but still embarrassed. I turn him around and begin washing his back. I'm not really sorry, because I have no intention of moving to a different topic.

"What about you? Do you have anyone?"

His back stiffened under my paws. "No not really" he mumbles.

"Anyone you like?"

He stiffens further and mumbles something noncommittal. I know it's me.

"Honestly it's a shame that you're single. You have a pretty nice body, and I'm sure girls would go crazy over that dick."

I feel him inhale under my paws.

"It's a nice dick, honestly. I'm guessing maybe six and a half inches?"

His dick twitches as I mention it. The majority of his dick is protruding from his sheath, but the knot is still hidden inside.

"Umm... I think?" he chokes out.

"Damn. Big for a wolf. And I bet that knot is massive. Speak of the devil..."

As I speak, his dick grows harder, and it reveals itself in full, his thick knot popping out fully from his sheath.

"I was right. Damn impressive knot. I bet you could make someone squeal with that thing."

"Th... thanks"

"Have you ever had it sucked?" I ask with genuine curiosity.

He shakes his head nervously.

"Ah", I say with pity. "It's pretty great. I can never decide if it is better to finish on their face or in their mouth."

He is silent.

"Man I would give anything to get a good blowjob again. Especially from someone who swallows"

He's trembling violently under my soothing paws. Peeking around, I can see he is completely aroused.

"Or someone who can swallow my entire length."

My paws travel up to his shoulders, which refuse to relax.

"All the way to the base. All nine inches of thick tiger meat."

He inhales sharply with an almost imperceptible moan.

"My girlfriend could only go about halfway before she would start gagging."

I lather up my paws again and start lathering up his lower back.

"You know what I want? I want to lay someone on their back, their head hanging off the side of their bed, and just fuck their throat."

Dave let out a soft moan and I can feel him shiver in arousal. I can see the tip of his cock is starting to leak precum, which is slowly dripping onto the floor.

"Yeah that's it. If anyone let me do that, that would be my dream."

Dave moans, not so silent this time.

"And swallow my whole load right down their throat."

I'm squeezing him. I'm also no longer doing this to tease him. I'm genuinely wrapped up in the moment.

"You know what I mean, Dave?"

"Uh huh" he chokes out.

"Fuck, I'm so fucking horny. It's been so fucking long."

My right paw comes up to his right shoulder, the left at his hips.

"I just want someone to take my cum. I want someone to choke on my fat cock. I want to plow someone in the ass."

I say this, bending him over and shaking him roughly as I say "plow", as if I was thrusting into him.

"Right, Dave?"

"Uh huh" he says breathlessly, louder this time.

"I want to find some little cum slut and spray them with my cum over and over. I want to plaster them with my cum, so that they smell like me for weeks."

He moans something, but I can't quite hear.

"What was that, Dave?" I ask urgently.

"Fuck yeah," he moans.

"Fuck yeah indeed. We're just two little horny dudes, aren't we"

I spin him around, and his eyes widen when he sees nine inches of barbed cock. I grab it roughly with my rough paw, and with my left paw I pull him in and whisper in his ear, with a voice overwhelmed with passion.

"I really want to share this thing with someone. It's been so long."

"Yeah," Dave means, full of desire, his eyes fixated on my cock.

I rub my shaft until it hardens fully, and grab it firmly at the base, behind the knot.

"I want this inside someone. I want them to feel my entire length inside them. I want them to feel every barb. Have you seen a barbed cock this close before, Dave?

He doesn't answer, just stares at it, mouth agape.

"Feel it"

He raises his trembling paws and grasps it gently. I grab his right paw with his left and run it across the barbs. "Ahh so good" I say in ecstasy. "My girlfriend loved these. They don't hurt at all, Dave. Man what I would give to have them inside someone. Huh Dave".

"Fuck" is all he can muster. His paws are still grasping my cock, staring at it in wonder. I stand in silence as he runs his paws up and down my shaft a few times, until it twitches and lets out a small stream of precum, which splashes onto his chest.

"Ahh, yeah Dave. This is exactly what I've been wanting. Man I'm really worked up right now."

He's looking down at my cock, which he is cradling in his paws, with pure hunger.

"We're both worked up. Sorry about that."

I pull my cock out of his paws, and his expression of disappointment is almost heartbreaking.

"Well, it looks like a long night of pawing off for me, as usual," I say, stroking my shaft. Dave is shaking his head in frustration, no longer able to hide his desire.

"Well, we'll find someone some day," I say sadly, and dump the bucket of water on Dave's soaped-up body, and then my own.

*********

I can only imagine the state I must have left him when I stepped out of the room, leaving him. He didn't leave for quite a while. He must have been in there, furiously rubbing his raging erection, throwing all caution to the wind, not even considering the possibility of someone walking in on him.

I can picture him vividly. I've seen how he masturbates when he gets this horny. He must be shuddering violently, groaning incoherently, his eyes squeezed shut, as his paws grip his precum-soaked shaft like a vice.

Whacking off with a death grip like that isn't good for you, by the way. But I wouldn't describe Dave's desperate search for release as anywhere near whacking off. Trust me, I'm very familiar with how he gets when he's like this. Hell, he's probably even crying.

When release finally comes, it racks his whole body like some kind of seizure, and he's laying there on his back, which is arching almost to the point of breaking, both of his paws latched firmly around his shaft.

Then he cums straight into the air, an arc almost six feet high, at first a thinner substance which rains down on his face and chest in bursts, his face flinching at first, along with the strong smell of his own semen. Then his ejaculations thicken, turning into ropes of thick white cum which land with a heavy smack right between the eyes, and on his teeth, which he has clenched shut in an orgasmic snarl, then on his neck, then on his heaving chest.

Just when he thinks it's over, his cock tenses up again and his orgasm has a bit of a second wind, causing him to release a moan of ecstasy, which transforms into a gurgle when his teeth unclench, causing cum to drop directly into the back of his throat, and there is another spurt, this time even more than before, a long rope which slaps his face from his left cheek, over his left eye (which he just manages to close in time), and ending on his ear.

His paws let go of his cock, unable to hold on, and the rest of his ejaculate just goes wherever his throbbing dick is pointed as he squirms. A lot of it lands on his paws and wrists, which he holds up in some kind of attempt to shield himself from his violent ejaculations. But that just causes the cum that makes it past his fingers to spray more widely onto his face, until it is almost uniformly covered in semen.

Then finally his orgasm subsides, and he just lays there, feeling cum start to run down his wrists and forearms, pool in his ear lobe, and start to enter his nostrils. Then he pushes himself up, trying to pant and swallow at the same time, thick strings of cum stretching across his open mouth, feeling everything run down his face and onto his chest and stomach, squinting his eyes as cum runs down from his forehead.

Then he begins to contemplate the cleanup ahead of him.

You might think I'm exaggerating here. I did promise to write this like a porno after all. But I've seen him cum. It's impressive. Not as much as my loads, as Dave will find out, but impressive nonetheless.

Well, at least Dave got some release in the end.