Part Four: Something isn't right...
#4 of An Unusual Pack
Hey there! Wow, it's been a long time since I've posted anything for viewing, hasn't it? I know what you're about to ask, and trust me the answer is "yes." Yes, I'm still the gay and chatty wolf you've grown to love. Yes, Dan and Terry and Bay are doing just fine. Yes, the pack is still as strong as ever... or so I want to believe. Things have been a bit odd lately -- not unhealthily so, I mean we're all still getting along just fine. The sex has been great, and we'd even gotten into the routine of having a weekly "group night" where we all have the night off from work and we just have fun all night long. It builds up quite a funky smell in the apartment, but it's nothing open windows and air fresheners don't fix.
I still work at the same place, although they've bumped me up to the delivery manager now. In short, I got a pay increase plus authority and responsibilities, but I still deliver pizzas and make all those wonderful tips. All it means is that when I decide to leave, I can slap the words "Management Experience" on my resume. I'd thought of going back to school and getting an education, but really I'm not much for having vast sums of money. Unless the pack were to dissolve (which I honestly doubt will ever happen, since we love each other so much), I'd be financially set for years to come. We have over $50,000 saved up in our joint bank account. The ultimate goal is to save up for a really nice house, and it looks like we'll reach that goal in less than ten years. This means by the time I'm 35, this wolf's pack will be living in a mansion.
But hey, I know you're not reading this to learn about our future plans. Maybe it'd be best if I dove right into the apparent problem. You see, while I say everything's been going just fine and everyone's been getting along well, Bay has been acting strange lately. I know I didn't write all that much about any of the other guys in particular. I mean, it's not like I can see inside their heads or anything, but I've been with them for a full year now and I think I know them well enough to know Bay's acting differently and the rest of us are a little concerned. I can see it in Dan and Terry's eyes, although no one's spoken of it yet. I don't think Bay plans to leave us, I think he's just got something on his mind that he's worried about. It's probably a family issue, and no one really confronts Bay about things like that since he had such a dysfunctional family. Well, maybe mine was pretty similar to his, but his was worse. In spite of that, I have to admit he grew up to be one sexy wolf. ... Excuse me one moment.
Okay! Sorry about that, I'm back. Anyway, it all started one night I was -- SURPRISE -- delivering pizzas at work. It seemed like it'd be another normal night, driving my car with anime tunes blaring from my CD player, pulling up to a house with a ton of cars all around it, ringing the doorbell only to have the door answered by a naked feline. The cat was drunk, and was hung like any of my pack would've been. It took a lot of effort not to stare at the cat's parts, at least until I saw what was going on in the background. They were probably college students having a party after finals, and the first two things I noticed were the smell of alcohol and the sounds of sex. Glancing back into the apartment, I saw four other male cats in various positions across the visible portion of the living room, although I could tell there were more.
"Something caught your eye there, wolfie?" the cat spoke to me with a smirk. "Maybe you'd like to come in and join us for a bit... have a few beers... take a 'load' off..." You know, it's not as uncommon as you think that a pizza delivery guy gets offered booze. It happens at least three or four times a month, and I've always been good at turning them down. I can't speak for my other employees, but I've never had alcohol on the job and I'd have been quick to fire any delivery driver that had. Drinking and driving isn't something I would condone -- not for a second.
But damn, when another cat walked into the doorway and began rubbing himself against me -- against my WORK UNIFORM no less -- that beer was getting harder and harder to turn down. I was hard as a rock faster than Bogart could down a shot, and with that cat's exploring paws he was fully aware of it as soon as I was. He was idly tugging at my arm, trying to lure me inside while I was stammering and stuttering the amount of money they owed me. I wasn't nervous, but being caught between decisions like that -- numerous horny, naked, gay cats versus my loving and loyal pack -- I couldn't help but stutter. I was torn into threes again, my body wanting desperately to step inside and have some fun, my mind vehemently protesting and reminding me that I had a pack I was expected to be loyal to, and my heart saying "Oh no, I'm not getting involved in this one. Fuck you guys."
Neutrality sucks in that regard, since my body and brain were canceling each other out and my heart refused to tip the scale. It was a miracle that one of the cats handed me a hundred dollar bill (the order came to about $75) and told me to keep the change. I handed over the pizzas and bolted back over to my car, peeling out in their driveway before speeding down the road. I always advised that my fellow delivery drivers carry cell phones for numerous reasons... this isn't one I'd thought of beforehand.
"Boss?" I spoke quickly and nervously, "It's Aaidin. I forgot something at the house, so I'll need to run by there. I won't be long." I barely waited for any kind of affirmation before flipping the phone closed and tossing it into the passenger seat. I was so unbelievably horny I was sure my boxers had a hefty wet spot from precum by now. I needed to get laid -- I needed it bad. The scene at the cat-house -- haha... cat-house -- was just too much for me to bear. Surely Bay or Terry would be home by now and one of them would be happy to oblige in relieving me of this desperation. Fortunately for me, the apartment was on the way.
You know, I never hated the long drive up the apartment's street more than I did that night. It wasn't so much that it was a long drive, but that it was usually packed with traffic especially on a Friday night. A lot of old people lived there, and old people drive really slow sometimes. Actually, that's kind of a funny side-story now that I think about it. On one of our group nights it'd felt so good I was howling. One of my neighbors started slamming a broom's handle on the ceiling beneath us, yelling at us to keep it down or he'd have us evicted. If it weren't for the fact that the apartment manager were a regular "guest" of ours, any of us might have been worried. Come to think of it, Bay had been acting funny back then, too...
Oh, right, back to the story at paw. When I finally secured a parking place, I bolted up the flights of stairs to the apartment and all but ran into the door trying to open it. I fumbled with my keys, my paws shaking as I unlocked the door and fell into the apartment. Okay, maybe I was acting a little melodramatic for the occasion, but really it only made the whole thing that much more fun. Our pack does a lot of role-playing (see the last entry) so we're all pretty much used to fun and games.
"Bay!" the big, sexy, muscular wolf was sitting on one of the two-seater couches, staring at me with an eyebrow raised in curiosity. "I need sex, and quickly! Please, I'm begging you! I'll explain later!" Bay didn't question me, and instead he jumped up and over the couch pulling down his boxers as he walked over to where I'd collapsed on the floor. I'd barely had time to get my pants unbuttoned before he'd picked me up and tossed me over the back of the couch. Finally getting them unzipped -- and just in time -- Bay yanked my pants down and boxers down and plunged himself into me.
I still wonder to this day why he didn't let me suck on him first. Honestly, I don't like un-lubed sex, but at that point I didn't care. It didn't bother me if I'd be sore for a few days, I just knew I had to do something about this situation or I'd be tortured for the next four hours at work. Spending a quick ten minutes at the house while Bay had his way with my rear was a nice solution. For some reason though, I always forgot just what a big wolf Bay is when it comes to the endowment. I've always loved the idea of him taking me like this, but I never quite knew how to bring it up. Maybe deep down inside I wanted to live that first night all over again, and now that I was bent over the back of the couch and my foot-paws couldn't even reach the floor, and I was virtually defenseless as Bay had his way with me... it was wonderful.
Feeling his thick, veined erection pushing deep into my hole was beyond compare. Dan and Terry were wonderful with butt-sex, but they didn't have anything on Bay. Feeling the muscles flex in his hips every time his body met with mine, and feeling those strong arms wrap around me after hunching over and really giving it to me hard... it was just too much. Somehow I expected to think about the cat-house while I was getting the sex I needed, but to be honest I'd completely forgotten about them until I sat down to write this entry. Bay's hard, rough thrusting had pushed those thoughts from my mind and all I could think about was how wonderful it would be to unload all over the back of the couch. I knew mine was going to be a whole hell of a lot messier than usual, and I could scarcely imagine what it would be like for Bay. I knew this kind of thing turned him on.
He grasped my hips with his paws, pulling me back in time with his thrusts so that his pelvis met with my back-end with a wet, slapping sound. Suddenly I understood why Terry liked being spanked, although for him it was probably a different reason. That girly little wolf had one of the strangest and most perverted minds ever, and honestly I wouldn't change a thing. He was always the one with the best ideas on group night, so I couldn't complain.
I think somewhere up there I mentioned a time frame of ten minutes. Divide by two. I was yelping like a pup within five minutes and I'd completely creamed the back of the sofa. My cellphone was ringing, but the sound was so distant with the wonderful feelings I was experiencing. Bay's hot flesh throbbed inside of me, and his paws held my rear back against his hips. I could feel his knot pressing against my tail-hole although -- thankfully -- he hadn't tied me. Bay was a big wolf down there, and his knot was just absurd. To my knowledge, he'd never tied anyone in his whole life, although from personal experience I know he's been tied at least once. Now that's a very fond memory of mine that I'll never forget.
Regardless, I thanked him profusely as I cleaned myself off (wiped myself off on the back of the sofa) and quickly got dressed to head back to work. "No problem," he'd said almost dejectedly. There was enough dismay in his voice for me to look up at him and ask, "Is something wrong?" He'd only shaken his head in response and went back to sit down on the couch, continuing to watch whatever was airing on the TV when I'd burst in.
There was something seriously wrong with this situation, but I just couldn't put my pad on it. I care about Bay just like how I care about Terry and Dan; no, maybe I care about Bay a little more than the other two. I know I shouldn't admit to that, but Bay and I have an awful lot in common having come from similar families. We're very different when it comes to personalities, but we grew up with the same kind of torment in our families. We were both the younger child with an abusive older sibling and parents who always believed the older, accusing us of being liars. We were always the ones who got punished while the older one got off with nothing more than a slap on the wrist. His situation had been worse than mine, since my sister's abuse was mostly verbal and emotional.
"I'll be back after a while, I have to go back to work now," I'd said to Bay, although he was glued to the television now and wasn't much paying attention to me. Sighing softly, I grabbed up my cellphone and headed out the door neither of us had closed. If anyone had walked by they'd have a pizza delivery guy getting anally raped by a wolf nearly twice his size. Some people might have done something, and others would've likely been too intimidated by Bay's muscles. You know, he can frighten small children by flexing them. Sadly, I'm not joking.
When I got back to work, my boss met me at the door. "Aaidin, did you get my message?" he'd said, and I'd realized I completely forgot that I'd gotten a call during my orgasm at the apartment. "Business has died off, so if you'd like you can go ahead and start on your prep work. Feel free to clock out when you're done."
Let me take a minute to explain. I just got anally raped by the largest of my three room-mates. He didn't use lube, and he most certainly wasn't gentle with me. It felt so good I wanted to cry, but I'll be damned if I'm not limping for the next few days. I almost thought of buying some kind of crutch for the next few days just until my tail-hole returns to its normal size. Right now I think I could stick a roll of quarters up there without actually touching the passage's walls. I'm honestly surprised I wasn't bleeding...
That's when it hit me actually. That's when I realized what was wrong. It freaked me out honestly, to the point where after turning in the cash for the orders I'd delivered I paid one of my co-workers fifteen bucks to do my prep-work for me. I was almost crying on the way home; I was so nervous I didn't know how to handle this situation. I mean, what was I supposed to say? What could I have possibly done to prevent it from happening? Just what was bothering Bay so badly that this had happened tonight of all nights, even when exploring one of our mutual kinks? Something was wrong, and I knew I had to confront Bay about it. I didn't know how or where to begin, but I knew I couldn't just do nothing.
As wonderful as it was to be bent over the couch and taken like that by Bay, I realized that Bay didn't have an orgasm with me. I did, and it was wonderful, but Bay had gotten absolutely nothing out of it. I knew something hadn't felt right, and it was because I was completely dry beneath the tail. I'd just left without saying a word about it, without even having noticed. It's no wonder he seemed so dismayed as I was leaving; I'd left him high and dry! I'd never felt so guilty in my life as I did that night, but at least it wasn't a situation I couldn't atone for. I could always suck on him for an hour when I got back home. That was something he'd never turn down.
Well, I've since spoken with Dan and Terry on this subject, but those are stories for another day. I know this one's been a little short, but really I just wanted to convey the situation as it's come to be as of late. The problem hasn't been resolved yet, and I have yet to confront Bay about it. It turns out he wasn't home when I got back. I don't know where he went considering he still doesn't have a car, but he'd cleaned up the back of the couch before leaving. The only evidence that we'd done anything was the fact that I could smell the soap he'd used to clean up my mess.
What am I to do? I don't know what's wrong with Bay, and he's never around anymore for me to confront him. I'm scared to death that he's going to leave the pack, and I don't even know why he would! We have everything we need and want, and with plenty of money left over if we ever have an emergency. There's so much love and affection (and action!) in that apartment, it simply wouldn't make sense that any of us could want anything more than that! Hopefully Dan, Terry, and I will come up with a solution soon before he really does decide to leave. And who knows, maybe it's just something simple that'll work itself out with time. Maybe he's just having doubts, or maybe there's something wrong back at home with his parents and older brother that's been on his mind too much for comfort lately. I'm sure we'll figure it out, and hopefully everything will be back to normal soon.
I'll write more on this situation. I'm not sure when, but maybe within the next few weeks or so I'll have another story to share.