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Part 2. Paul. March 28th

"I really like you, Reece. I really do."

The words leave my mouth and enter the crisp night air, where they hang for a while in silence. The boy next to me, this dalmatian, has opened my emotional floodgates somehow. I'm still not sure how he did it. I can only sit there in silence while he cosies up to me. He hasn't stirred since I told him. I haven't stirred since I told him. It feels unreal.

My name is Paul Courage. I am a professional racing driver, a business heir, a proud Australian... and I guess I am gay. Not that anyone needs to know that, or anything. It doesn't matter. Or it didn't. I've never had a boyfriend before; I never had a relationship or anything like that. Only random flings with girls, none of which seem to come to mind right now. Only one person in this world knew my secret, and I always intended to keep it that way. But I also want to dare to take the chance. I'm 26, which is middle aged in racing driver years. My career is stagnating. I need to feel that things can still change. That I can still change things. Taking risks can get addictive, and when I can't find anywhere else to take risks... Well... now two people know.

There's an absolute silence in the air tonight. No cars or people in the street, no sounds from the buildings. It feels surreal, as if this scene only occurs in my head. I'm afraid I'll wake up from some daydream, and we'll be right in the middle of a bustle of people, all wanting my autograph, all wanting to know who the lucky guy is. It'd be the same name as I wrote on their autographs. But there's nobody here but ourselves, and honestly, I'm not sure I'd have said those words if there were others around. Love is a powerful sentiment, but so too is the fear of being found out. I stand to lose a whole lot more than your average joe. Reece presses his muzzle into my neck fur, and I draw in a lung full of dalmatian, filling my head with all the things he isn't telling me.

I'm a wolf. We're ancient, we can pick up on a lot of things others can't, through scent and touch. I can feel his heart through the area on my chest where he's leaning against. It is pounding rapidly. I can smell that he's tense, perhaps uncertain. But you don't need to be a wolf to see a wagging tail.

I can feel Reece lift from my neck, pushing himself clear so that our eyes meet. I have a strong urge to hold him. It's more powerful than any single emotion I've ever experienced before. When I look into his eyes, I can see my own reflection. Then I have another urge. It's delayed by the alcohol, but no less present. It makes me feel hot all over, and I can't stop myself. I lean in and kiss him right there, in public. Before he can say anything. I just want the words I said to hang in the air for a little bit longer. After this hectic night, I want to hang onto this moment to let my heart catch up.

I clench my eyes shut but they won't stop my tears. I have been adrift for so long, and it feels as if I have finally spotted land. The relief is more powerful than winning a hundred cups. I can taste the wine on his lips and his tongue, which is in my muzzle. I wonder if I am a good kisser. This is by no means my first kiss, but I've never cared so much about how the other part felt. I kiss him as if it were a competition, and I wanted nothing other than to win it. Sparks flying, stars and planets and all that stuff.

After what seems like a second and feels like forever, he breaks the kiss gently. I can't open my eyes again; I just want to live in that moment for ever. I feel a finger brush against the fur on my cheek, touching a bead of moisture which has been resting on it for a while. Slowly, I let my eyes open, and a blurry dog stares back at me.

"I think I'm starting to feel something for you... something big." His voice fills my head. It's a clear voice. More confident than I could hope to achieve at that point. "I'm prepared to find out what it is."

He pets my cheek, rubbing over the damp patch. I hold him by the waist. We linger in this moment for a while.

I feel the strong urge to kiss back, to do it again, and again. To relive the moment. So I do. I lean in, and I feel his lips yielding and letting me in. It's not the same, and yet, it is. It's new and exciting, and the same kiss as last time. He has a nice taste to him. I can feel him squirming against me. I smell and feel and hear every minute little thing his body does in reaction to my own. Being this close to a wolf, you can't hide anything. Reece can't hide that he likes me. A lot.

As we pull away from each other, his arms come up to my neck and he pulls me in for a hug. I can't bring myself to utter a single word. But he knew I needed a hug before I did. We just sit there, hugging for a while, before Reece gets up and takes my paw. I'm hesitant to walk around holding paws now that I'm sobering up, but the streets are still empty around us, and they're not getting any less empty as the night moves on. I decide to grab that chance while it's still there. It might not come again.

Walking around helps me focus. Reece smiles and steals glances at me. I smile back. We do this thing where, while walking, I'll suddenly pull on his arm so that he stumbles close to me, and then we press noses together and kiss. Then I smile and he giggles. It's all so god damn perfect. Somehow, he knows just what to say, what to do, and how to react. If I'd have known it'd be like this, I wouldn't have waited so long. But that's a fallacy. Reece is who makes it like this. He's responsible for this. After a while of walking around, he speaks again.

"Was I really your first?" he asks, a wide smile on his muzzle.

"My first guy kiss?" I ask. "Yeah. Every girl before that might as well not have existed."

"Really?" There's a turn up at his tone, not shock, just surprise. "You never kissed a boy before, not even experimenting?"

"Never have," I say, before kissing him again, as if to underscore how much I prefer this new discovery.

"You poor thing," Reece says, and moves his paws from mine to wrap them around my waist. I follow his lead and hold him against me. There's a slight pause. His tail is wagging. I can smell what is on his mind. He finally looks into my eyes again with a pair of intense, pale blue eyes after a prolonged pause.

"You ever wanted to fuck a boy before?"

Taxi. University. Dorm, or maybe it was an apartment. I don't give a shit. We pull at each other's clothes like they were on fire. Pick him up. Throw him on the bed. Room is messy, don't care. We make out, panting into each other's muzzles. I don't think I'd mind if we were in a crack den just then.

He's pulling at my shirt, so I take it off. Actually, I tear it off, buttons flying. I'm on top of him. Somehow, he's out of his clothes before me. He really does have spots all over. He pulls at my pants as I'm getting my shirt off. His paws find their way into my underwear in a flash, and he pulls out my throbbing cock, which has been straining against the fabric since we got into the taxi. He knows what he wants. He wants me. And for some reason, that's the hottest sensation of them all.

His touch feels amazing. I'm not a virgin, but in a sense, I kind of am. This is all new and intense. We're both so caught up in the moment, there's no time to think. From the outside we must look like a pair of rutting teens in heat. I have to put a paw on his headboard because he yanks me towards his muzzle, and I almost lose my balance. I'm straddling his chest, and he's got his muzzle right up against my balls. I feel his hot breath against the sensitive skin on my erection.

He holds my cock in front of his face. The feeling of another guy holding your cock is weird. The girls I've been with have all been slightly inexperienced with it, having only ever seen one in sexual situations. But if you've grown up with one between your legs, you understand how it works. And Reece knows what he's doing. He's holding me at the base of my knot. It's as big as his fist, but he does have very small and dainty paws. Call it what you want, someone clearly appreciating your cock is just a great feeling. And that slight flicker of uncertainty that goes with his excitement when he first wraps his paws around my shaft? That boosts my ego like you wouldn't believe. I feel a warmth embrace my dick, followed by a soft, velvety pressure.

"Careful with those teeth," I moan, but Reece doesn't need any of my advice. He doesn't hold back. Feels like he's showing off. He's doing things no girls have ever done to me. I might be a foot taller, perhaps. I might be at least sixty pounds heavier. I'm almost one and a half times his size, and straddling his chest, but I am helpless in his paws. My whole-body tenses and relaxes as the pleasure come and go. He's really damn sexy like this, pushed into the bed underneath me. How have I not seen guys in this light before? I can feel myself coming closer. I can't help but pant and moan slightly. Reece picks up on my body language.

"Not so fast," he mumbles, muffled by most of my cock. "I'm not even getting started."

Oh boy, I'm really going to do it. Actual sex with an actual male. He pushes me backwards, and I bounce down on my back on the mattress, him on top of me. Oh man, is he going to top me? I've never had anything in my butt, I haven't got a clue how it's done. What if I don't like it? What if-

I feel something cold drip on my shaft, which is standing straight like a flagpole. He touches it with a slick and unusually wet paw. I look up and Reece is climbing over me, straddling my waist. I breathe out in relief, as I see him sitting on top of me. He's got one of his paws behind his back, stroking my cock and lubricating it while steadying himself against my chest with the other. He raises himself up on his knees, and leans back, making my cock slide between his round cheeks, until they meet the base of his tail. He pushes back, and I feel him envelop my tip. He's really tight. Let's be fair, I'm not the smallest tool in the shed, not to brag or anything. I can't help but let it boost my confidence when I see him hesitate. It seems he's not used to Australians. But that doesn't stop him. He lets out several short, ragged gasps as my dick enters him. His own cock is leaking pre on my short belly fur, swaying gently with every move his body makes. I grab him around his waist, and push him down against my chest, holding him close while he slides down my shaft. I slowly ease myself inside of him, helping him to accommodate my size. It's not my first time doing that, at least. Girls have no easier time of it. But man, I'm not sure I was ever as hard then as I am now. I put one paw on his lower back, just above his tail, and gently squeeze him down over the last few inches. He groans and pants, but he takes it all.

His body is slowly starting to move without me goading it on. I smell his arousal, only barely noticeable over my own. As I push back, he shudders and clutches my chest fur. His grip at it just enhances my enjoyment. I pull out slowly and push in again, and he moans out loud.

He starts to ride me, slowly at first then rhythmically, then wildly. He's pushing back at my chest for leverage, and I'm holding onto his thighs and waist, looking up at him. He's going to make me cum and there's nothing I can do about it. I don't even dream of trying to hold back, and hey, it's my first time. Let me have this. I start to thrust as he comes down, just at the right time, to push my knot against his hole more and more firmly. He's not panting anymore, he's moaning. Short sharp moans of pleasure.

I swap positions while still buried in his butt, pushing him back and following after. his legs wrap around my hips. I'm over him and thrusting, my paws on either side of his shoulders, using all I have of energy and strength. I almost bend him double, pushing him into the mattress as I thrust. He doesn't work out regularly, he doesn't diet, he's just lucky to look like that. I do, however. I can feel my confident side take over. I'm taking control, I'm in the driver's seat. He licks his lips and stare into my eyes, enticing me onwards. His legs are probably the strongest part of him. They're clutching me and pushing for me to go deeper.

I lean in and pick him up. He's lighter than I expected. I'm on my knees on the bed, holding the small dalmatian against my chest as I thrust into him, quicker, deeper and harder than before. He feels so small in my arms, his legs are getting weaker, and his moans are getting more urgent. He gives a sudden yelp, as I slide my knot inside him. Throwing his head back, he lets out what can only be described as a scream of passion. Damn, this boy knows how to flatter. I hope the neighbours can't hear him. I sense him shaking in my grasp as the waves of orgasm slides over him, and feel the wet spatter hit my belly. It smells sweet and musky. The sensation of him clenching around my knot sends me over the top as well. It's beyond my control. I let out a short, but no less penetrating howl. The sound fills the little apartment and causes him to jerk his head up. I can feel him clench. He's definitely not been with a wolf before. Or maybe gay wolves know how to suppress that urge to howl. I wasn't sure my ears could flush anymore, but they do. There's a reason we prefer to live in houses. I feel bad for his neighbours. If he didn't wake them, I did.

He's panting heavily, whimpering and moaning intermittently, barely able to open his eyes. I lean forwards and let gravity push us down together. I'm still eight inches deep, tied, and completely stuck. I'm in good shape and all, but that was certainly a workout, and I need to take a moment to catch my breath. I'd be lying if I said I didn't try to impress him. He's grasping at my back, clutching at my fur, and inhaling my scent as he buries his muzzle in my chest. His breathing is rapid, he's clearly been pushing the limit of his stamina this whole time. I don't think he could stand up if he tried. That just boosts my ego further.

For a moment I just let the sensation wash over me. Then, very slowly, I pull out. He yelps and clutches me harder, but he lets go of my cock. I can feel through his whole body that he doesn't want to, but I know it's not going to go down while it's in him, and it's not going to get any more comfortable for either of us if we wait around. As my knot comes loose, the rest of my dick slides out and plops down on the mattress, soaking the sheets between us. I can feel him leaking on me. I should grab a towel, but I just want to hold him. It seems like he's thinking the same, as he keeps clutching me with what remains of his strength, a satisfied smile across his muzzle.

After all the pent-up horniness has been released, all I'm left with is a strong need for emotional nearness. I just did something which changed my life. As a reward, I've had the best sex I can remember, and a promise of emotional fulfilment that could, if I do this right, last me for the rest of my life. Now I just need to convince my brain that I deserved it.

Reece pushes his muzzle into the softer fur on my neck. I wrap him in my arms, and roll over to the side, so that we can relax together. He puts my paws where he wants me to hold him, and I pull him in close, letting our scents mix and fill the little room.

"That was great," I finally manage to say with a sigh. I don't have any of the words that I need for this occasion in my head. My mind is only filled with black spots on white fur.

"You were great," he murmurs, clutching my arms close to himself. "I've never had sex that was... that wild. I thought you'd go easy because it was new and all, but no."

"The sex was awesome," I breathe, my stamina is back up, and my heartbeat has settled to a slightly quicker than normal rate. "But that wasn't everything I had. You okay?"

"Your concern is sweet, Paul, I assure you, I'm quite satisfied with what I got tonight."

My waist is matted with cum, he's got traces of his own cum all the way up to his neck. I'm going to take his word for it. I take in the sight of his naked, slender body. Some areas of his body have more spots and some areas have fewer. I've never seen a dappled pattern this close, or rather, had time to study it closely for this long. Dalmatians are unique little things. All dogs are low-calorie versions of a wolves, but Dalmatians are like distilled versions of dogs. So unique they might as well be a different species, and yet, retaining all the positive qualities of dogs. Manageable fur which you don't need a specialist for, manageable scent ditto, and they're much more sociable and fun to be around, and they're... well, they're just cute, aren't they?

"You really went all out, didn't you?" I ask, when I notice he's still panting. "I guess I got a bit carried away."

"It's okay. I wanted that wild stuff, you know. That primal, ancestry thing you wolves always go on about. The whole 'strength, unity, pack' stuff. I know it sounds silly."

I chuckle. "Do you have a thing for wolves? Be honest."

"Do you have a thing for dalmatians?" he retorts. I can tell from the tone that he's got a smile on his muzzle. "Couldn't help but notice you were staring at my coat a few times."

"For me, it runs deeper than species," I tell him. "I mean, you look amazing, no matter what you dress in. But you also kinda' pushed my buttons, you know."

"If it means I can have more nights like this, I'll push any damn button you please, wolf," he says, and punctuates it by grinding against my sheath. I pull him closer to me, firmer, and he lets out a small sigh of delight. "I'd hate it if you were just after my spots."

"Really?"

"Well, maybe not hate," he says with a giggle. "With that body you're rocking, you can have whatever you like. But it's nice to know that I'm more than just a pelt and a nice body to you. Because I can also be your fashion accessory, if you want."

We share a chuckle. I spend some time tracing my paws up and down his sides, feeling how his hips gently curve outwards.

"You've got a great body," I tell him.

I let my paws follow the lines of his waist and gently toned muscles, tracing a claw through the fur on his cheek. I'm looking for that sensitive spot which every dog has, right at the base of his ear, where the skin is loose and soft. He closes his eyes and lets me scratch it, moaning softly. The great thing about dogs is that it's really easy for me to tell when I'm doing something right.

"I'm going to take a shower," he announces a little later, but I can tell he's half asleep when he says it. I want to join him, but his shower is not big enough for the both of us. I lay back on the bed while listening to the water gushing in the other room, thinking about what I've just done.

I still recall the giddy excitement I felt when he wanted to fuck me. It's like I was a teenager again, and this was the very first time I felt alive. I've never met a girl who could make me feel so attractive, powerful, virile... I probably sound like a middle-aged man, but I promise you, I'm in my twenties still. 26 to be exact. And yet, I feel like I'm 19 again, and that the whole world is ahead of me. It's new, and scary, but exciting.

When Reece emerges from the bathroom, he's wearing a bathrobe draped over his narrow frame, and a towel slung across his shoulders, which he uses to dry his long floppy ears. Most of my smell has washed from him, to be replaced with the scent of his cherry blossom shampoo. I can't say I mind. I close my eyes and commit his new scent to memory.

"Go get cleaned up, you smelly wolf," he says, playfully pushing me out of the bed. "I'll change the sheets. There's a guest towel on the rack next to the shower. You can use my shampoos if you want, but I don't recommend the orange bottle. That's specifically for my kind of fur. Don't know what it'd do to yours."

"You've got a fur-drier, right?" I ask. If I can't blow-dry, he's wasting his time changing the sheets, because they'll be soaking wet, no matter how well I towel off.

"Oh, sure," he says, "I rarely use it. Uh... can you... never mind, I'll vacuum in the morning, don't worry. Go ahead."

"It's no worries, spots," I say, "I get mine looked after professionally, I don't shed."

I smack his butt as he gets into bed, and step into the shower with his scent all over me. I almost don't want to wash it off. But when I think about it again, it's no big deal. I can put more of his scent in my fur later. The realisation is the most liberating, promising thought I've had for a long time.

When I return to the bedroom, Reece is lying on his stomach on the bed, completely naked, poking at his phone. He looks up at me and beams.

"How was it?" he asks, meaning the shower, probably. I can't think about anything other than the sex. I don't want to say anything, I just want to hold him again. I climb onto the bed and nuzzle his ears with my cold snout before grabbing him in my arms and holding him close to me. We fall asleep like that.