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The travel between Utah and Nevada didn't mean much of a change in scenery. There were still deserts, arid climates, as well as sweltering heat, but I definitely noticed a change in...cultural atmosphere when my Fjord truck rolled into Crossroads City. Where Oasis was bright neon, Crossroads' layout felt more conservative, which made sense given how religious Utah liked to present itself compared to the loud westward neighbor who loved to gamble.

I checked into a place called the Motel 9, then settled into my room feeling like a canine suddenly launched backwards in time to the 2000s. A landline phone, boxed television in front of the bed, shitty Wi-Fi, as well as a narrow list of TV channels. As a nostalgic German-Greek tourist though, I loved it!

My latest sexual conquest happened to be a stunning college graduate called 'SubbyWolfOWO', or Owen as I mentally nicknamed him, on Howlr. I'd left my phone charging as I showered when a message from him suddenly appeared in my inbox on the app. Beautifully groomed fur, well-toned muscles beneath each gray and white hair, an average yet delicious-looking package between his legs, as well as a nervous constitution I loved teasing out of boys like him. Owen described himself best as, "a Mormon wolf deep enough in the closet to find a mineshaft full of gold." He desperately needed someone dominant, like me.

We met up at a café near downtown Crossroads City. As I waited for him to show up, I discovered the lattes at Danny's Boulevard of Books & Coffee tasted so good, I made a mental note to return for some more later on. I wouldn't have even cared if Owen chickened out of our illicit rendezvous. He did though, ten minutes late and acting as if the CIA spied on us from satellite imagery.

Seated at our table, we chatted about friendly topics for around half an hour. Owen avoided talking about what we were going to do as if it were a crime, but it wasn't until I saw his wedding band on the finger that I realized it could be. At least, a moral crime broken. When I pointed out his ring to him, Owen almost tried hiding it, only to give a confession; his wedding would be a week later. He'd made an agreement with his devoted fiancé to never indulge his homosexual desires again after their honeymoon. Neither side of their family knew anything about it, or how he planned on getting laid multiple times before the wedding ceremony.

Whether it be true or not, it sounded good enough for me. So, I let the timber wolf sit in the passenger seat of my truck, then drove us to a secluded spot; an old boathouse that Owen's family possessed along the shore of the Great Salt Lake.

The wolf's fingers were shaking so badly he could barely find the right key among a dozen others jingling on a keychain. He clearly needed to get his fix. The poor canine was an addict for male flesh, to the point that the moment I closed the door behind us, staring in awe at the boathouse's empty, dusty interior, Owen literally flung himself at me.

I stumbled backwards until my back pressed against the wall. "Ow!" I groaned, "Easy there..."

"Sorry," he apologized. "I'm just...s-so excited. Never been with a hybrid before."

I couldn't help but snicker, "Never been with a Mormon before, hehe."

Owen came to me less like a shy virgin and more like an eager virgin desperate to get laid on prom night. He was desperately hungry. He pulled me into a rough kiss that startled me, but I swiftly welcomed him with equal vigor. Our tongues thrashed and swirled around each other in our connected maws, canine muzzles pushing back against the other as our clawed fingers groped, and our tails wagged speedily behind us. I didn't even mind the overwhelming scent of salty spray emanating from the other end of the boathouse, where the lake water splashed.

I fucked a load out of him as we lay on a carpet in the center of the wooden floor, my back flexing which every tasty thrust inside the whimpering wolf. The little masochist didn't even want to use lube but relented. At the very least, he used our spit as a substitute after I voiced some concern. Concerned about his safety and for chafing caused by either of us. The ravenous college pup desperately wanted my cock. He didn't suck on it for lubrication so much as vacuumed my soul out through the tip of my manhood, then spread his legs like a yoga instructor while begging me to fuck him hard. Hard and rough, until my balls were drained. The wolfish man slut had me so worked up, I roughly pushed the head of my dick beyond his anal ring in a single go, letting him adjust to my thick size for a few minutes. It remained like that until Owen guided one of my forearms to his neglected wolfcock throbbing for some attention. As I readjusted my dogcock between his accommodating cheeks, in tandem, I stroked his shaft as his tight entrance stroked mine.

His gasps and breathy moans became so loud, I partly wondered how nobody reported us for causing so much noise. Among that much ambience though we also managed to produce so much cum too. Thankfully, he did have a few towels and some hand sanitizer for us to freshen up afterwards. When I asked if his suspicious family would ever catch our scents, he waved it off as being unnecessary. They owned a newer boathouse several miles away, and the one we were in always smelled too much saltwater to catch a whiff of anything else.

We parted ways afterward, but not before my knot freed itself and he found the gathered strength to walk properly without anyone worrying briefly. By the time I dropped him off near the cafe in question, it did not surprise me though to find his account had blocked me on Howlr. It made sense for married men to do such a thing, but the knowledge still stung.

Later that evening, as the sun began to set and the night air remained warm enough for a nine o'clock swim, I decided to relax in the empty outside pool along the back end of the motel's main building. Few others came to the Motel 9 for its pool amenities, but the lack of a lifeguard or warm water didn't deter me. If anything, the privacy felt really welcoming. It gave me time to think. About life in general, about the amazing sex, about Owen willingly marrying for his parents' sake and the respect of church doctrine. It certainly made me appreciate how I found the bravery to gradually come out. Sure, I knew the risks and consequences being an open homosexual would entail for some markets, but I never cared. It made me much happier than the alternative. From my time in an East German orphanage to eventually becoming a modest stockbroker and then a master of my own destiny, I certainly made a great life for myself.

Whether or not I would settle down with someone in the end, it didn't cross my mind. For now, I wanted to enjoy the rest of what downtown offered for a tourist.