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Phil

I’m 17 and going to a public school, but each summer I return and stay with my parents. They had recently retired and decided to buy a cottage in one of the villages near the New Forest. To be truthful over the past year or so I’ve found myself more attracted to Guys than Girls, though my experience had only been with guys. A quick hand-job or blowjob, that all. Yeah – Sucks to be me.

Anyway – it’s a nice cottage, little bit of a touristy place cause they boast having a Vargyr pack nearby. I’ve seen photo’s and vid’s of them and they seem friendly like, just never met any.

So it’s about my second day home and I was out walking – and it turns out there is a blacksmith still running making gates, and all sorts of metal sculptures. So I stopped by to look and was glad I did.

It was a big open type barn with the forge at one end. The fellow – Gary the info said was in his 40’s and trying to resurrect the old arts. What interested me more was his helpers - two Vargyrs who were learning the trade.

When I got there Gary was at the forge and the two Vargyr’s were running the bellows. It’s really difficult to get an idea of the size of these creatures. One – heavy black and silver fur was over 2 meters, the other a little smaller with shorter brown and cream fur. The info plaque on the place said they were father and son – Tshyi and Chyl.

So these two were working up a storm with the bellows – a bright orange glow way coming from the forge – almost two bright to look at whilst Gary was moving lengths and metal around. Suddenly he yells something and both Vargyrs stopped pumping and picked up these huge hammers – I think even Thor would have problems with these and then they started to bash the shit out of this glowing length. Meanwhile Gary was moving the length around as it slowly started to take a shape. Even 15 feet away I could feel shock of the hammers hitting the metal and the anvil. Then it was back into the forge and the bellows resumed.

I kept finding my gaze going to Chyl. How do you measure age with a Vargyr, I mean with a guy or gal I know the general markers. But what was he.. cub, teen, young adult. His fur was shorter and I could see the muscles moving under it – the guy even had a six pack above his.. his.. Oh Fuck! That’s His.

The realization hit me that both Vargyrs were very male and nude. Yeah they were like dogs but with the older one it was well hidden under the fur but with Chyl it was... Blushing I felt a twinge in my groin. Was I getting turned on by him. I laughed to myself – going up to something with teeth and claws, muscles and fur and saying “Hi, I think your sexy.. Can we..” I did not even think it was possible to have sex with one.

That night I was on my laptop chatting to my friends and telling them of the day. Turned out 2 of them had actually met Vargyrs and said they were pretty chill. I also found a site that had the basics on Vargyr biology and was able to see what was in that furry pouch and what it could swell to. Yeah – VERY dog like. Wish I was 18 so I could get on the some of the more interesting sites that ‘claimed’ to have them having sex with humans. But my parents had blocked anything adult from our net and I was not that tech savvy.

Still I finished the evening with a tissue and thinking of what it be like playing with a ‘lipstick’.

It was 10am after I had finished my chores, so I went to the local shop and brought two bottles of water. Making my way to the blacksmith I was glad to see the two Vargyrs working there again. Going over to them I put the bottles of water nearby and called out. Both of them turned – the older one - Tshyi gave a wave of thanks, but Chyl started to walk over to me. Shit – He was tall, muscular, I felt the blood rush to my cock and I was getting a plumper. He picked up his bottle and then spoke “Hello.. I am Chyl.” Shit – he spoke to me. I could feel that rumble in my chest and I was blushing. Next he leaned that huge muzzle closer and closer.. and inhaled my scent. Could he scent my arousal. Articles said they were helping the police with searches. Stammering I replied “Hi I’m Phil, my parents live here in the village. I’ve never seen one of your people up close.”

Chyl did a sort of a grin and punctured the top of the bottle with a fang – squeezing it so that a jet of waters spurted into his muzzle. I had visions of another type of fluid spurting into it. Shit – What was wrong with me.

But if Chyl smelt anything wrong he did not indicate it. But he did turn and wave me closer to the forge. He went up and pulled out an orange hot piece of flat metal with tongs. Then he grabbed a rag, wrapping it around the handles – looked at me and said “Hold here.”

I gripped it gingerly and he moved my grip and the metal over to one of the anvils. Picking up some smaller hammers and shapes he started a very fast tapping and shaping. I could seen a vague shape forming when he returned it to the forge and worked the bellow. When he did it again I was able to hold it with one hand and he gave me a small hammer and struck the shape, pausing and indicating for me to strike it. I did and soon we were having a rhythm with the hammers. A few more heating and some careful work by him I could see a sycamore leaf forming. Then he started with the fine tools – veins, creases, even small dimples and pores appeared in the metal till finally with a sharp strike the leaf separated. He dropped it in to the bucket where it hissed and spluttered - retrieving it with his hand paws. He had caught the reds and golds perfectly. After inspecting it he handed it to me. “Yours.. Keep”

By now it was lunch and Gary tossed a couple of paper wrapped packages to each of them. I overcame my shyness and started to talk to Gary. It was very interesting how he found the old forge, repaired it and got it going again. Then having a couple of Vargyrs pad in one day looking for work. Tskyi was very good with the heavy work but Chyl was showing a real talent for the delicate crafting that the smithy was becoming known for.. And I got my question answered – Chyl was about my age. 13 in human years which worked out to be about 17 in Vargyr. I also learned that Tskyi loved beef but Chyl was a ‘pushover’ for ham. I glanced over to see the happy expression as he tossed bits and pieces of ham into his muzzle.

My parents were ok with me being at the forge. They were not like some parents my friends had who were terrified of anything fun or interesting. Plus I was learning a lot from Gary and Chyl about metal forming. Chyl spoke very little but he would point and show how things were to be done. I also learned that they lived with several others in the woods at the back of the village. I saw what I think was a female come by one day with a cub in her arms and lick/nuzzle Tskyi.

But my distraction was getting worse. I kept glancing at Chyl’s sheath. I could see the short fur and the black skin around the opening. Sometime when he lifted stuff I could see movement which caused it to open more showing moist pinker skin within. And then one day he had to jump back when a large piece of metal fell on the floor – I saw a pink pointed tip and.. a hole at the end of it before it slid back to its protective holder. I had to make a fast exit to the toilets and jerk off to settle myself down.

I had visited their camp on a couple of occasions, so I knew they had dug a den with a tarpaulin over it. Tskyi and his mate had one of the dugouts and Chyl had another. Interestingly they did not have a firepit as their fur kept them warm at night. Not sure what they would do during the winter though.

But I had enough to make a plan. I brought some ham from the butchers and wrapped it in paper, and tonight was the night of a full moon. I’d heard the Vargyrs howling together but they were now quiet. It was light enough for me to walk near their den – so I called softly “Chyl.. Chyl..”

It was silent but then I heard a faint rustle and a tall furred form stood before me. “I’ve brought you some ham” – his nose sniffed excitedly, and he took the package – carefully opening it with his claws. This was the moment – I reached out and pressed my hand in to the thick fur of his chest. He did not seem to mind so I was able to start exploring the shape under the thick coat. Chest, shoulders, tail, belly, and finally my goal – I rested my hand on his sheath. He made no move – just happily pulling off another bit of ham from the pack. I could fit my hand around it – feeling the softer spongy sheath and a more rigid organ within. Again he did not seem to react. Finally I bent my head down and sniffed it’s opening. Acrid, but also with a musky scent. I could feel myself hardening even more with it. This time I used my tongue ad tasted the flavors – rich and heady, and by worming my tongue deeper I felt a soft pointed tip of his member. It was then I realized that he had stopped eating. I looked up into his face and he smiled giving a soft whine. His hand paw came up and caressed the side of my face guiding me gently down to his sheath again.

I pushed harder with my lips – letting the sheath move back and the tapered cock start to slide into my mouth. He was thick – about as thick of my own cock – but much much longer. Almost as soon as I started to suck on him I could feel a slightly bitter fluid spray from the tip, becoming a steady pulsing stream. Chyl was continuing to make little gasps and whines - I could not fit him fully in my mouth. My hands were starting to feel the bulge of his ‘knot’ the swelling that canids and Vargyrs had at the base of their cocks – so I gave it a firm squeeze. Chyl went rigid and trembled, following by a thicker different flavor in my mouth. He’d come at last and I was tasting his seed.

By this time I was so excited I had dropped my own pants – rapidly tugging my foreskin over my plump glans to bring me to a shuddering climax as well.

Spent and sated I pulled my mouth off Chyl – seeing the long pulsing member in the moonlight. What I did not expect was him reaching down and gripping my sperm covered hand and licked my dripping seed off it, then diving his muzzle down my own cock and curling/caressing that slick muscle around it. It was too much and I instantly came again this time in Chyl’s muzzle.

We sat there – panting and collecting our wits when I realized that I’d been there for a few hours. Pulling my pants up I hugged and nuzzled Chyl – returning home.

The following day could have been awkward but Chyl made no indication of the previous night activities except to be just as friendly and caring as usual – showing me different ways to shape metal. At the end of a day, I said farewell and went home.

I had supper as usual, watched some Youtube, and finally went to bed. I was starting to drift off when I heard a tapping noise coming from the window.

Getting up I walked over there and looked out – to see a pair of deep golden eyes gazing back. Chyl lifted his finger and gently tapped again. I opened it and a large furry body lightly leapt into the room. Standing there he reached down and started to gently lick and nuzzle my face and lips.

This was going to be another long night for the both of us.