The Run [Part 2]
#2 of The Run
Part 2 - OH, what a blowjob!
First, though, I had to deal with an unexpectedly amorous six foot tall fur bound monster who's muzzle was caressing my rapidly thickening cocktip with a warm, gentle tongue. I hissed softly as that broad, thin appendage pressed me down with another slow lick up my length and then swirled around my tip to draw it upward. A briefly renewed thrill of fear clutched at my heart when I felt the hard touch of teeth against me as I was drawn in.
In. Yes, into a wolf's muzzle. A big wolf wanted my cock and was going to get it and there was not a damned thing I could do about it. Nor, at that moment, was I inclined to even attempt. Yeah, it was a wolf, a creature I had never expected to survive running into in its own element, much less find myself putting my dick into. A breathy groan escaped my throat as that brief caress of hard edges gave way to the warm channel of the creature's broad muzzle and my hips lifted of their own accord. Traitor, those hips, acting of their own will to slide another inch of myself into that warm enclosure. The wolf grunted softly, a pleased mixture of sigh and growl as it took the two inches those traitorous hips offered, and the remaining six in a slow downward push of its huge head. I shuddered and moaned a choked cry as it took me fully, the cold touch of the monster's nose pressing into the sole bit of hair I let remain on my loins. A mere little tuft, that, just enough to tickle my boyfriend's nose, when I had a boyfriend.
Unfortunately I had been regrettably single for the past four months, aside from the occasional one night fling with the old friend now and then. Friends with benefits could not be denied and when they offered a hot dick I was never one to turn that down. Or a blowjob, gods no, never deny that! Usually that offering was to give, or receive, a hot bit of oral pleasure. No one had gone so far as ride my ass in months.
But I digress, my relationship failures of the past half year mean not shit when I had my dick in a monster's face. Strong hands slipped upward along my thighs from knees to hips, the touch of claws scraping slowly across my flesh until they slid inward across my groin. My hips bucked and shuddered and I found myself more and more beginning to agree with them, the wolf's warm muzzle felt like nothing I had ever experienced it before. Firstly, and really the most important fact, was that it could take all of me in one go. I've had deep through before, but I had never found it all that marvelous because the throat is a fucking hell of a lot more narrow than the mouth. When a guy took my entire eight inches it felt like I was trying to cram the head of my cock through the mouth of a soda bottle. When I'd tried to deep throat in return all I ever did was gag ingloriously.
This beast could take every bit of my length and not bottom out in the constriction of its epiglottis. Thick, furry thumbs slid down to either side of my balls and lifted them against the wolf's chin as it drew that strangely sensational muzzle upward slowly and my hips strove upward. Those hands kept me down, though, and the beast made a sound; a slow rolling growl that sounded suspiciously like a chuckle. In return all I could do was grunt a sigh as my cock, held upright by those big furry paws, was slowly licked around and around my head.
Oh, that motherfucker did know damn well how to tease a cock. The tip of its thin, dexterous tongue teased just below the tip of my cock with short, soft licks that sent me into paroxysms of need. Blow me, damnit, I wanted to scream but I didn't dare. It, he or she or what the fuck ever I didn't care at that moment, may have been teasing me to the edge of blowing spunk all over its lips, but I had no idea how long that good favor would last. I dropped my hands down to stroke the creature's forearms, feeling thick fur over bone and muscle.
Now, I don't know dogs, I've never had one as a family pet. All I knew about them was from those my friends or lovers had owned, and that was just 'come here, Rover. Good dog" and pet the thing. So I had no idea just how muscular to expect those forearms to feel, but I didn't feel any flab. But hey, this beast had to run down its prey and subdue it by sheer force of its strength, so I little expected it to be a fat fuck.
While I was contemplating the muscularity of those forearms the wolf rubbed under my nuts, lifting and rolling them with its thumbs while it continued to stroke me with that marvelous tongue. No man had ever been able to lathe such a profound tongue stroke on me. While the tip was caressing the soft flesh of my naked balls the base of it was half way up my length and, as it lifted its head that tongue only seemed to grow longer with the opening of its muzzle. Ohhhh but damn that felt good.
And here I am, lauding the tongue of a fur-bound bipedal wolf like a god damned slut, but it was! I swear, it would not have to do anything more than lick me like that and I was going to bust a nut hard. It'd been weeks since anyone helped me to that end and I'd been forced to just resort to old Rosy Palm since then. Now I needed that touch, any touch, to light a fire in my balls like a furnace.
Reaching the tip of my cock again the wolf angled its head and consumed me again, fully, burying its nose in my tuft of groin hair with a growling huff. With a gasp I clutched its arms and my hips jerked, slamming my groin into its nose as my cock jerked against the unyielding curve of the beast's palette. Oh, it may have been a wolf, but it was a gods be damned talented wolf, and too much more of that and I'd be joining the beasty club.
And then it just flat out blew my mind with its next amazing trick. Oh, it might seem simple in words, but oh my fucking gods... the beast rolled its tongue. Yeah, simple, eh? Oh, but when that tongue is at least a good ten inches from tip to root, when the entire length of it rippled down the underside of my cock it was like a tsunami laced with dynamite going off in my loins. I let out a gasping moan of pleasure that I just can't find words for and my hips jerked up solidly against the weight of those hands, slamming my groin into the monster's muzzle. I've had guys do that trick, but a human tongue is, what, two inches long? Not the same thing, by any conceivable stretch of the imagination.
The wolf replied to my gasp and thrust with a hitching, rumbling sort of growl that I could only assume, and hope, was pleased laughter as its tongue continued that rolling pressure along the underside of my cock. Its jaw clenched with just enough pressure along my length to prevent me from popping my cork right there on the spot and my hips fell back down, if only briefly, before giving another hard thrust. As if bouncing from the impact the beast drew its head up, shifting its hands to my hips, until only my ever-so-engorged tip was held behind its dangerously sharp teeth, then plunged back down to meet the next thrust.
Oh, this was heaven, it was hell, and I was going to let this monster do whatever the fuck it wanted to my body as long as it kept sucking my cock like that. I dropped my hands to its head and gripped the thick fur of the monster's ruff as I merrily rode its muzzle. Gods, my hands were holding the head of a wolf, a gods be damned monster by every childrens' tale I had ever been told, and enjoying myself beyond anything a fable would ever even think of. What would mommy ever think? Hah, oh gods!
I was just about there, my orgasm churning in my balls eager for release, and I was rising to it with more speed than I had ever done before even with Adam, that son of a bitch, when suddenly the muzzle wasn't there anymore. I let out an agonized cry when the wolf's muzzle drew away entirely, letting my throbbing cock down with a teasing lick. My fingers fisted into those thick cheek ruffs and pulled but there was no swaying the power of the beast as it simply lifted its head out of my grasp. The springs of the old sofa creaked as the beast pushed itself up entirely and, but for a dim shadow against the near total darkness, I could not track it.
"Oh, oh damn you, don't fucking stop now!" I choked, casting about for it with one hand while I grabbed my needy cock with my other and stroked frantically, but it was just not the same and far from sufficient compared to the bliss of that rolling, suckling tongue. A large hand grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away from my cock. "Damnit!" I cursed but, upon releasing my wrist, it just tapped the back of its hand against my wrist in a very direct message: Don't touch.
Oh but fucking damn I wanted to. My balls set to aching almost instantly, an agonizing case of blue balls in dire need. Distracted by that building ache I didn't immediately catch the shift of the upholstery as the wolf shifted its position. I did not catch the slight adjustment in the arm of the couch as the weight of a hand leaned down on it near my head, or the creaking groan of aged structure as another hand rested atop the couch nearby. It wasn't until a warm, wet caress stroked across my lips did I notice, and it's impossible not to notice a broad tongue when it's being slowly stroked across half of your face.
That sure as hell gave me a start and I twitched. Oh, yes, I've been glommed by friend's dogs before, but never outright kissed by one. I froze there, not sure exactly how to go about returning a wolf's kiss. If that monster put its tongue in my mouth I would flat out choke on it. After the lick its tongue drew away, and as it had earlier, I could sense the wolf hovering there, its warm breath caressing my freshly dampened flesh. Swallowing the lump in my throat I lifted my head a little, blindly bumping its lips, and gave a shaky peck in return. Short, soft fur tickled my lips but the wolf did not try to provide a deeper kiss. A warm huff of breath escaped its nose and the couch muttered as the wolf shifted.
A moment later I felt short, soft, dense fur against my cheek that slid upward across my lips. And that touch was not the wolf's lips. I didn't need to be a damn genius to figure out what that was. I huffed at the feel of the wolf's heavy, sheathed cock brushing against my cheek and lips, grinning like a fool. That's how you want it, huh, big boy? I can cock tease with the best of them, and if you're going to leave me aching and needy well then fuck, I can match you!
Oh, yeah, did I forget to mention? It was a boy wolf, a big boy wolf by the judge of that heavy package slowly brushing back and forth across my lips. The scent of it was far from what I would have ever expected. It wasn't dirty, for one, considering there's probably not a single functioning inch of plumbing in the entire enclave. For another its musk was not overwhelmingly potent, though unmistakably male. Not like any human male, either, but don't ask me to define it for you. I've never had my face in a dog's crotch to give any sort of worthwhile explanation. Warm, heavy, but subtle is about all I could say, the fur itself really had no odor at all.
Considering the charnel stench of the alley I ran through that was quite surprising.
As the wolf drew its sheath down across my lips I turned my head slightly and nosed the tip, which smelled altogether more powerful, with a musky bitterness to it that made my nose wrinkle. Okay, that wasn't pleasant, but wasn't disgusting either. I'd been with a couple of guys who were not cut and knew well that, if they were not fastidious about their hygiene, it could get a bit funky under that foreskin. I've never blown one that wasn't cleaned, however. At the inquisitive brush of my lips across its sheath tip, which was nested in a tuft of very soft fur, the beast stopped moving and waited.
Yeah, I know what you want, big boy, and you're gonna get it. Hell, if he didn't my fate was far from guaranteed even if I didn't want to suck the monster's cock. And I did, oh boy did I ever. After arousing me mindless with that blowjob there was no way in hell I was going to pass up the opportunity to give him a raging case of blue balls in return. Well, at least while it was giving me a blowjob the beast was not immune; the slight dampness and subtly acrid smell of what I could only assume was pre filled my nose as I leaned close. Steeling myself I lipped at the soft tuft of fur, pushing against it lightly as I slipped my tongue out to give it a lick. The fur tasted, well, as one might expect fur to taste, however that is. The dampness tasted as it smelled, subtly acrid but not unpleasantly so, with a slightly bitter nutty undertone. Whether that was the taste of the fur itself or the wolf's burgeoning arousal I didn't know.
Bravely I leaned closer and pushed my lips against that soft tip, feeling the warm flesh under it slipping back to expose the wolf's tip. Okay now, all aroused beyond rational thought aside, that tasted pretty fucking rank. The musky, nutty taste that infused my mouth blew through my senses and I could only stop there, hovering on the edge of revulsion, and choked down a swallow with just the back of my throat. Oh, fuck, if he tasted like that this was going to be a pretty unpleasant job. The wolf's stomach tensed and it huffed out a growling gasp as my tongue slipped around that tip, which was altogether inhuman.
It was tapered and slender, slick with that rank tasting musk that made me want to gag. I fought the response back as I licked and circled that tip, mapping out the alienness of it. I'd never before so much as seen a dog's cock, and here I was licking at the tip of a wolf's. People had described them to me, and I'd seen dog shaped dildos, so I had some clue, but as for the real thing this was the first time I'd ever been anywhere near one in the flesh. And was I ever near, an inch of it was in my mouth and the owner of it was huffing and growling over me while his entire body quivered with restrained need.
Yeah, how does it feel you big teasing fucker? I took my time, finding that the rank, nutty musk faded with reassuring swiftness. Whatever gave it that sharp tang was not inherent of the flesh itself, so I assumed it was something that came from the sheath itself. Okay, I could work with that. The initial musk of taking my boyfriend was always the same, but never nearly so fucking potent. It always went away pretty quick and, by the time I was face down in their crotch I was beyond caring about a little muskiness anyway. The wolf seemed to be no different in that regard, if a hell of a lot more powerful.
Opening my mouth further I suckled softly upon that tip, feeling how it twitched and pulsed under my ministrations, as proud as I always was at feeling how I could bring pleasure to another person. Even if this wasn't a person, in the same regards as my human lovers, but it was some_thing_ I could give pleasure to, and torture. Over me the wolf huffed and growled, the fabric of the couch creaking in protest as its claws dug in. Powerful hips shuddered and twitched, eager to thrust but held solidly in check. I had to give him that, at least he was not going to just slam that spear into my throat straight off.
Slipping the arm closest to the beast around the back of one leg I slid my hand upward to stroke its muscular, furry rump while I tortured the first inch or so with my tongue. The shaft twitched strongly and an infusion of warm, slightly acrid tasting wetness washed across my tongue. Pre, oh yes, there's no failing to identify that. It was nothing like human, again, being a wolf. It was more thin, much more fluid, and not nearly as slick but neither unpleasant in its dry taste. Pulling against the beast's rump I pushed my mouth downward when I felt the tension of his rump building. It wanted to thrust, and if I kept teasing as I was, he probably would despite his attempts to hold back.
I took half of him with the first drop of my head and he let out a whining, muffled howl as the muscles of his stomach fluttered and his tail jerked upward. I slid my hand further up, fingers tracing along the furry cleft of his rump, and grinned around the cock in my mouth. I could feel it beginning to thicken, being less than an inch in girth as it was. Drawing my head back I kissed the spear-like tapered tip, flicking my tongue across what I assumed was the opening, before pushing my head down again and taking more. Oh, but I wanted more, I wanted all of it, and I wanted it right-the-fuck-now thank you, but I wasn't going to give him the immediate pleasure. Not after he left my balls aching with the need to explode.
As I drew my head back the monster let out a low, deep groan and huffed for breath while I kissed and lapped lightly at his tip. Yeah, that's it, isn't it big boy? You want it, but how bad do you want it?
Stupid thought of a foolish mind, that. He told me just how much he wanted it when I pushed my head against him to take a bit more of his length. He didn't wait for me to take; he gave. His rump tensed and his hips flexed and, with a gagging snort of surprise I felt the beast's entire length slide into my mouth to poke solidly against the back of my throat. Now, usually, this would elicit a gag reflex strong enough to make the normal person puke their guts out on the spot. But, by the miracles of modern science, I had gotten some minor surgery performed two years ago that eliminated my gag reflex. So when the tapered tip of his cock pressed into the back of my throat all I felt was the pleasure of the beast's need. I let out a muffled huff into the thick fur pressing against my nose and waited for him to draw back. I felt a slightly greater thickness against my lips and, judging by the dildos I'd seen in the past, assumed it would be what I'd heard was the beast's knot.
I'd even had a couple of those toys used on me, both solid and sleeves over someone's cock, and usually I could take that bulging base. Some were freakishly huge and I fervently hoped that those were mere exaggerations of nature. If he was half the size of those I would be sorely challenged to just open my mouth wide enough to take the girth of his shaft alone.
Adam had one, but he never used it. The monstrosity was more to freak out his newer conquests as it lay in his box of other toys than it was for any sort of actual use. It was almost the length of my forearm and as thick as my wrist. The bulge at the toy's base was easily six inches in diameter and it made me wince just to think about it. Big boy, big wolf, please oh very very much please don't be that damn huge.
I was soon going to find out, because the monster's cock was thickening with stunning speed as his hips drew back and then leaned forward again to press his tip against my throat again. It pulsed powerfully, twitching with muscular strength as more and more of his pre spattered across my tongue and palette. He did not outright thrust, either because he liked slow more than fast (blessed be that) or he was restraining himself for my benefit. Initially he was perhaps an inch in girth, and once the nasty funk of his sheath musk faded under the washing of my tongue, he was not bad at all. The flesh was hot and smooth, thicker along the first third as it swelled, tapering smoothly toward the bulge at his base. I coaxed the furry flesh of his sheath back from that knot with my other hand, obeying his earlier command not to touch my twitching, needy erection, not knowing if he could even get it out of his sheath once it was full up.
With one hand toying at the muscular curves of his powerful rump I cupped his balls with my other hand. They were big, much bigger than my own, and slightly cool to the touch. The fur upon them was quite short and dense, delightful to feel as my fingers lifted and stroked them. I played my tongue along the underside of his length as it slid smoothly back and forth in my mouth. Feeling it thicken with arousal was spectacular, knowing I was its cause. The only time I'd felt such arousal in the past was when I gave my boyfriends a wake up blowjob, taking their flaccid human flesh in my mouth and suckling it to arousal.
It always felt wonderful growing in my mouth.
At least he was not freakishly thick once he stopped growing. Not being able to see I had to guage by what I was feeling in my mouth, and it felt good. It was perhaps two and a half inches at its thickest, tapering down to two inches just before the bulk of his slick knot. All told, not considering the knot, it was maybe ten inches in length. Now, let me tell you, that is a lot of cock to manage! I was longer than Adam, at eight inches, but not as thick as his two and some change, but this beast was a freaking spear.
A thick spear, mind you, and a nice hard one with a blunt tip copiously filling my mouth with his fluid thin pre. But ten inches is a hell of a lot to choke on. Despite my most earnest efforts I could only take eight of him and each time he bottomed out against my throat I had to simply stop breathing because he was so thick and his pre was spurting out under a good bit of pressure. Shifting my hand I cupped his huge knot in my palm and the wolf hissed happily as he dropped his hips forward, shoving my head solidly against the back of the arm against which it rested.
His cock pushed and pulled, then suddenly swiveled in my mouth as the wolf shifted over me, hip pushing against my arm forcing me to drop it out of the way. Heavy balls brushed my brow and I almost did gag, despite the corrective surgery, as his weight crushed that cock deeper into my mouth than I thought I could take. A shadow hove over me, his leg, as the beast moved himself to mount my face all the more heavily. Throat filled with cock I felt a very real fear that he'd suffocate me if he blew his load right then. As it was I had to gulp furiously just to keep the steady flood of pre going to my stomach and not lungs.
My head was pushed to one side as a thickly furred leg pushed down between it and the back of the couch, one more taking the wolf's full weight and blessedly pulling half of his choking length out of my mouth. I gasped around that thickness for breath because my nose was simply insufficient to ease the screaming of my lungs. While he moved I drew my arms up to my chest just to get them out of the way and waited until he settled himself.
With the darkness it was somewhat difficult to figure out the positions but figured he was kneeling over my head getting ready to give me a good, solid face fucking. Muscular, furry thighs brushed against my ears and his smell; very masculine and wild in a bestial way. Once he stopped moving I reached up one hand to cup his knot again and was graced with a heavy rumble of approval as his hips drew up a couple of inches.
My ears told me that the beast's growl was not somewhere above my head but rather somewhere much further south but I was enjoying the shear bestial carnality of a mouth filled by twitching wolf cock so much I didn't catch it. What I did catch, however, was his lick.
Oh yes, there was no missing that; not when it caressed my ever-so-needy erection from glans to balls and back. I gasped and cried out around the muffling girth spilling pre into my throat, making a gurgling sound through the pooling wet, and threw my hips upward with needful abandon. Yes, yes, oh gods please yes, do that some more!
And he did, oh did he ever, gentle caresses of that broad, facile tongue that drove me stark mad with lust and need. I gulped at his cock as his hips rolled in slow, firm thrusts that never quite bottomed out in my throat and always left me wanting more... and I always took it, suckling greedily at each powerful spray of wolf precum. While I pulled stroked his bulging knot with one hand I slid the other one up around his waist to grab his hips and pulled him down. His thighs kept their own time despite my urgent efforts to bring him down, to coax him into just flat out burying himself in my throat again.
He was a wolf, a beast, a gods be damned monster, and I just could not get enough of his cock. Yeah, okay, call me a slut, but Adam pushed me into it! At least I was alive, and a wolf was about to pop my cork in ways that I had never before imagined, so, yeah, I was cock hungry and out of my fucking mind. And I was still going to kick his balls into orbit.
Only now I might just wait until after his promised month of blowjobs.
Groaning and writhing under the wolf, loosing myself in the slow, rolling thrusts and steady warmth of his pre, I gasped as I felt the hard, deadly edges of his front teeth ever so lightly nibbling the flesh along the underside of my cock. My balls ached and my loins burned and I knew that the moment the wolf took me in his muzzle again I was going to simply explode.
So lost was I in the resumption of his evil cock torture I quite neglected to note that his own thrusts had increased in tempo, pressing into my mouth a little longer with shorter draws, and the scent of him had increased remarkably. It was far from unpleasant, both earthy and warm, but with his balls only six inches from my nose each time I took him as much as I could it could not be missed. It wasn't until I felt his knot beginning to swell further, and it was not small by far, that I noticed that the bulging cock in my mouth was notably thicker as well.
My eyes popped wide, despite being blind as a bat, as I felt a rushing surge quite more powerful than the pulse of his heart race past the fingers clutching his knot and the wolf's thick cock got even larger. His hips jerked up at the clutch at his knot, pulling a bit of his thickening shaft from my mouth a moment before its absence was replaced by high pressure gyser of wolf cum that exploded from his tip.
Even as the wolf's orgasm blew into my mouth the wolf dipped his head and captured my entire length in one fell go in that surprised moment where my hips stopped thrusting. Immediately his muzzle clamped down and his tongue rippled along my already over-sensative length. Swallowing hastily I gurgled and cried out, spattering wolf seed from the corners of my mouth, as the paired sensations; wolf orgasm in my face and hot wolf muzzle sealed around my cock, sent me sailing so far over the edge I lost the entire planet.
My cock throbbed and jumped, my entire lower body locking up like an over-revved engine seizing, as I threw my hips up into that wonderful heat, not caring a whit that I was driving my cock into a passage bracketed by teeth that could shred it in a blink. My sole concern was, oh my fucking god yes I'm blowing my load like dynamite, and trying not to drown on the flood filling my mouth. I gulped hastily and clutched his hips with one hand frantically, my other hand milking and squeezing his not, taking delight each time I felt the contents of his balls race powerfully through the root, swelling the knot, and surging through that cock to spend itself lustfully in my hungry mouth.
Oh, fuck.
Oh, fucking hell, the wolf was a god in fur; one of those old Greek gods who masqueraded among mankind in the form of animals way back in the day. His muzzle was a dream of pure lust and that cock, well, wow, there was just no comparing it to a guy blowing his load. Even my most copious boyfriends could not unload what this monster was spewing into me, challenging me to swallow it all. Other than that first gurgling cry I was managing the task but it just would not stop. It ebbed considerably, yes, after maybe thirty seconds or so but I've never had a guy's climax last more than fifteen seconds. My orgasm, while mind numbing in its intensity, lasted maybe ten in the wonderful heat of that beast's toothy muzzle. My entire body, wrought tense by the wolf's torturous build up, slumped back into the couch before his own had even peaked.
As the last of his gushing flood faded I relaxed the grip upon his hip and knot and drew my head back enough to get a breath in, stifling down a cough as some of the spunk tickled my lungs. It didn't taste bad at all; not exactly the salty, subtly sweet sticky slickness of a man's, but pretty damn good nonetheless. Much more fluid and with a stronger muskiness, less salt and no sweet at all, but not so much I could not enjoy the absolute hell out of it.
The wolf relaxed as well, but his erection did not fade as swiftly as my own, much to my envy. He gently continued to lick mine, though not a single drop of gods knows how much I gave him had escaped the hungry depths of his muzzle, careful to stay away from the almost painfully sensitive tip. For his own part his orgasm did not seem to end so much as just switch to low-flow cum saver mode. It continued to throb and pulse under the gentle ministrations of my hand and mouth it kept up a steady flow of whatever followed his cum. It was much like his pre; thin and runny. The taste was half way between semen and pre, so I was satisfied.
After several long minutes the wolf shifted again, leaning against the back of the couch and slowly sliding down against it as he pushed himself generally upright. One leg shifted above my head while the other maneuvered under my shoulders. His cock pulled up and I turned toward him, pushing myself up on one elbow, to follow it greedily. I was not about to let him go until he was sheathed again. Hell, his knot was not even showing any signs of shrinking. How long was this fellow going to last, anyway?
One large, strong hand supported my head as the beast sat himself up right. More like sprawled into the corner of the couch, giving me room to stretch out and rest my head on his solid, furry thigh with that delightfully, carnally taboo wolf cock nested a good six inches in my mouth. I settled myself comfortably, slipping one arm around his back to stroke the lush tail draped off along the back of the cushions, and relaxed in beatific bliss while his strangely indefatigable erection continued to spurt steady pulses of warm, musky fluid into my mouth.