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I was surprised to start getting responses to my personal ad.

I mean, I knew I wasn't hideous-looking, but I was over thirty--past the age of 'gay death'--my slowing metabolism had already put close to a hundred pounds on my college weight, and I just didn't have a lot of faith in the options I'd get.

And there actually were options. The first response that wasn't an obvious spambot was a chubby badger who looked like he might still be in college; I was sorely tempted, at least for a fling, but something about it seemed a little cradle-robby--I figured I should stick to my own age bracket for now.

There were a bunch of dick pics, of course, and some of them looked nice and some of them seemed like they belonged to decent guys, but to be honest I hadn't posted my ad with my dick out, and I wasn't sure I was ready for someone who escalated that quickly.

My Goldilocks moment came when I connected with Harvey. "Hey--I hear you're looking for someone to show you the ropes," he said.

I brought up his profile. The picture was a graying wolf, about ten years my senior, in a black leather jacket--not too much on the attractive side, but the cynical side of me was telling me that any really hot guy that was both older than me and still looking was probably the kind of guy who had Baggage of some kind or other.

I mean, if they were anything like me they did.

But no--he seemed to have it together, and we managed to arrange a meeting at a local Italian restaurant without my defense mechanisms kicking in. Over minestrone he started telling me about his life, which was an altogether more alien experience than I had been expecting.

"Three husbands?"

"One family," he said. "Not too hard when you can communicate, not hard at all if you can move from jealousy to compersion."

"To what?"

"You know--like, I'm sure you've broken up with someone before, someone you cared about a lot, maybe who needed the relationship more than you did--and then you see them a couple months later and they're dating someone--and instead of thinking that bitch or son thereof, or something similarly hurtful, your first thought is I'm so happy they found someone--it's like that, only you don't have to go through any breakups to get there."

"And that's going well?"

"Mostly," he admitted. "Evan's going through a lot of family stress, but...well, that's not a first-date conversation."

I blushed. "Sorry, that was prying, wasn't it? It's just--new to me, and more than a little fascinating."

Harvey chuckled. "It's all right. You are here to explore new ideas after all. But maybe we ought to talk about those instead? You said you were having trouble with the dominance dynamic."

"Yeah, it's just--I don't know how people do it! It's like they get off on being selfish and demanding and the sub just...eats it up, like he wouldn't punch any other guy in the face who treated him like that."

The wolf laughed outright. "If you think of it that way, no wonder it seems weird to you! I'll have a lot to teach you tonight, I think."

But here a waiter intervened to check up on us, the subject changed to the menu, and we finished the meal without further talk of sexuality.

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He took me back to his place, which was surprisingly silent for however many folks were supposed to live here. "The first and most important thing," he said, as we got comfortable on his bed, "is that as the dom, you're not actually the one in charge. You might be leading--maybe--but as long as you're playing consensually, your sub has veto power."

"I do know that much," I said. "But that just means he can stop me. It doesn't tell me anything about what to do with him."

"Actually it's a pretty good starting point," he said, pulling a small chest from a shelf in the headboard after we'd stripped down. "Think about it. You can't give 'em too much, or they tap out, and that means you've lost--which should tell you that you want to start small, build up endurance or trust or need slowly, like the proverbial boiling frog, till you can lift them to heights they couldn't have known without you. Find that hidden desire he doesn't know how to bring forth on his own, and make it real. He wants to be used; you want to use him. Make it happen."

I sighed. He was sweet and all, but this wasn't at all what I had in mind. "Have you got anything for me other than platitudes?"

He laughed. "Oh--sorry, that was lecture mode. How about a hands-on lesson instead?" He knelt beside the bed, looking up at me. "Show me what you've got. I'll let you know if your instincts lead you wrong."

I opened up the box that he'd pulled out, finding a few tools of the trade: some lengths of rope, leather cuffs, a small gag or two...

The wolf below me was looking up innocently as I pulled out rope and started tying his paws behind his back.

"So, which one of us asked for this?"

He was smiling, but I couldn't help but growl. "You, when you gave me the box."

"There's a lot of things in that box. And we hardly even know each other at all yet, much less what each of us likes. A good start would be to go over the options together--which is partly about consent and partly just raising interest."

"Like going over the dishes on the menu."

"Precisely. Plus I'm not sure you have a firm idea of what is done with those ropes anyway."

"I--" Clearly I didn't. I untied the rope, and he started bundling it up. "What did I do wrong?"

"Nothing, if we were...playing hostages. But usually ropes in sex are more about immobilizing than disabling, for which there are much better accessories."

"Oh."

"And because of that, if you'll forgive me, it involves a lot more trust than I'm ready for on a first meeting with a stranger from the Internet." He looked like he was about to say more, but caught himself. "Hmm, lecture mode never stops, does it?"

I picked up a penis-shaped gag from the box and held it in front of his muzzle. "I have an idea for that."

He grinned. "Tell me."

"I'm gonna plug this big mouth of yours," I said, "And I'm gonna ride your ass like I stole it. Don't chuckle like that! I mean...if I hear a noise out of ya, I'll give you a good spank. How's that sound...pup?"

He gave me a thumbs up.

"Smart pup." I slid the penis gag past his lips and secured it in place with the straps that tied around his head. "Now raise that tail for me."

He got on all fours on the bed, showing off the soft fur of his rump, and reached into the box to pull out a bottle of lube and a condom.

"Fair enough..." I slid the condom on and lubed up, fingering his tailhole as well till he was grinding back against me, eager to be taken.

"All right, puppy... Let's see what you can do." I was pretty well lubed-up so I just sank right in, hoping to get a moan out of the wolf--and I wasn't disappointed. His muffled squeal only made my dick a little harder, and I gave his wide butt an open smack in repayment.

His hole tensed up and he whimpered again. Perfect.

I gave him another slap to the side of his rump, sinking in deep and remaining inside him. I leaned in and grabbed the strap of his gag, pulling him back towards me. "I think I may be getting the hang of it," I said, before taking hold of his hips again and starting to thrust hard.

It didn't take me long to forget about the wolf in front of me, and focus on the pup's hole, using it for my pleasure. It was a freeing sensation, to ignore the niceties of personal interaction on an equal footing and just...dominate.

It didn't take me long to shoot my load--how could it? I was going at him full-'boar', so to speak. Cock pulsing, I leaned into his back, letting my cum fill the condom till it was near to overflowing, and pulled out.

I ungagged him and lay down to finish cumming--I'm one of those boars that goes on a long time. Harvey rolled over and hungrily watched me soak my belly, thick seed dripping down to saturate his sheets; I decided to throw him a bone after a few moments and ordered him to get to work swallowing it down.

He whimpered slightly at the prospect of it--more than a few spurts of cum really can be difficult to swallow--but a quick spank to his rump reminded him I was still holding him to obedience.

"I definitely see how it works," I said, as he put his muzzle on my corkscrew and struggled to swallow spurt after spurt of my cum. I lay back and enjoyed the feel of him milking the cum out of me as my porcine orgasm continued through its first full minute.

I heard a whine as his throat started to rebel against the continuous onslaught of seed, and this time I took pity on the poor cum-drooling wolf. "Let's go ahead and take a break, pup."

He lay down beside me as my cum dripped down my leg and started soaking the sheets. "I think you picked up that lesson well," he said, reaching into the box for the rope. "You know...maybe we've got time today to move on to the next one."