Bed Test
Nother one i just kind of have lying around....
"Here here," Richard said with a smile. He clinked his glass with Don and smiled happily at him.
"Hmm, you don't normally go out for drinks on weekends do ya' Rich?"
Richard smiled and shook his head, "No, not normally...but I figured, 'why not?' tonight. Needed to get out some tension," he replied with a grin.
Don was someone who worked in the office with Richard. He smiled at the bison and took a swig from his drink, "Got half a mind to sue them for today, don't ya' Rich?" Don asked as he eyed the bison curiously and in a manner he'd yet to do before. Rich was a large guy, probably about two-eighty and stood at about six and a quarter foot or so. The bison filled his clothes very well, with his arms and legs resembling branches of large trees, and his torso being the trunk. Large as he was there was sure to be a lot of muscle under him, though Don was pretty sure a good bit of it was good eating too. Rich had a healthy coat of fur, rather heavy, shaggy-like on his shoulders, chest, neck, and back by the looks of how his shirt formed over his body though he guessed it became more thin as it trailed down his body. His eyes were brown and he had two horns on his head that jutted out a bit and then curved a bit inward--with one of them looking tipped with some type of metal. Don lowered his glass and looked back at Rich's face, hoping it accentuated his question more than it did give away his observing eyes.
Richard cocked his head and chuckled, "What do you mean?"
Don smiled at the bison and nodded, "You're a big guy...if I can say that...." He began and let it trail off until he got a nod of approval from Richard, "And with as much fur and body as you got it must've been killer today--no A.C. and what not,"
The bison shrugged his broad shoulders, "Why would I sue the people I work for?"
"So you could sit at home all day--watch the games and be a lazy, envied guy we're all striving to be," Don replied with a laugh. After a brief moment the musk from Rich hit him, and his nose wrinkled a bit. Even as they had walked out of the office the bison's button up had been pretty moist, and he was sure that Rich had made a few trips to the cooler today--more so than the rest of them.
Rich's laugh ran through the bar, but it was a mirthful one that was easy on the ears; like a timpani drum building up to a final strike and then resonating for a few moments. The sound fit perfectly with his voice, which was rough and deep; like a bass or at its highest notes a cello. After Rich stifled the laugh he shook his head, "No, no...I much prefer to work--a guy like me needs to be busy,"
"Ahh," Don said, more as a filler than as actual conversation. A smile was plastered on his muzzle after the laugh, something he found a bit surprising. The bison had a spark to him that made others comfortable around him. Don saw it all the time at the office, the bison could strike up conversation with anybody from a snotnosed teenager to the elderly rhino crossing the street and make it flow as sweet as honey. Don himself knew he was not immune to that spark either, because he was sitting on the stool with the bison right now.
"Would you quit if you won the lottery?" Rich asked, and Don was glad for the question to overtake the possible awkward silence.
"Chh, of course!" Don barked with a laugh. "If I won the lotto I'd be the happiest dog around,"
"I've never heard a wolf refer to himself as a dog," Rich said with a chuckle.
"An' what's wrong with me doing that?" Don asked, smiling toothily. "We all got tails, paws, and these canines," he said, showing off his teeth a bit. Still, he knew he was a bit different than dogs, but not too much so. His fur was a generic gray and white, with no real defining features to say the most. He was a bit on the hefty side. Not so much as Rich, but in a proportional basis he had more weight to him than the bison did most likely. Sitting at a desk all day made his stomach a bit pudgier than it had been in his college years. With a roll of his eyes he pointed his drink at himself, "I'm a dog and if I won the lotto I'd have my perfect bone,"
"Huh," Rich said with an air of interest, but didn't pursue it.
"What about yourself Rich--what do you do that keeps you busy?"
Rich smiled and his eyes brightened a little, "I tinker with stuff,"
Before the bison could continue Don chuckled and grinned, "So I get called out for calling myself a dog--don't think I'll let you skip by with being the 'tinkerin' bison' Rich?"
Rich stopped and after a moment his smile brightened and he laughed his merry laugh again.
Don felt his ears perk up at it and his own smile became less rigid--more real. With every passing second he was beginning to relax more and more around the bison. When Rich had first asked him out for drinks it had been a bit intimidating, more so because the bison said they were going out for drinks; it wasn't too much of a question. Still, he was sure the bison didn't realize that. He'd never really talked with Rich before--besides the occasional chatter at the cooler. Going out for drinks was a bit of a surprise, as was the fact that Rich paid for it and was such an easy guy to get along with.
"I guess that's true," Rich continued. "And yes, I tinker around with things. I like to make things; made my table at home, my bed posts, and just about half the stuff you can sit on there. I'm also tinkering with a car in the garage right now--doesn't run but sure will by the time I get her finished,"
"You good with your paws?" Don asked, looking at the bison with a different tone; one of seeing him more as his own person and less that the bison was some stereotype. "I always figured you to be the sit down and watch TV type guy,"
"And why would you think about me in your freetime?" Rich asked with narrowed eyes. After a moment he chuckled and patted the wolf on the shoulder, "I'm kidding with you...but I never figured you to be so forthright in your opinions of people,"
With an internal sigh Don shrugged his shoulders, "All people have to do is ask me and I'll tell them exactly what I think 'bout them--whether I'm wrong or right never really hits me," he replied and took another sip of his drink. The bison had made his stomach jump a bit, but then again so had being asked to drink with him. Rich was a looker and he wouldn't minded if the big bison swung for his own team--then they'd definitely have something in common.
"You should get to know a guy," Rich said, giving a bow of his head in the wolf's direction.
"I'm gettin' to know you right now Rich," Don said with an approaching tone.
"You are," Rich nodded with a small smirk.
Don winked at Rich, making sure it was obvious. He had a theory in his mind about the bison, and tonight felt like a good night to try it. It didn't take much alcohol to make him lose his inhibitions; he'd only had about half his bottle and he figured if it went astray he could blame the booze. The bison didn't look gay, and he sure didn't act gay. Still, Don thought to himself, he knew that he didn't act gay either. Of course he couldn't just ask the bison; that would be rude probably. After a second he saw Rich's smirk become a bit cockier, which was one strike for the straight side.
"What do you do, besides judge guys that is?" Rich asked, and this time threw in a bit of an eye raise.
Don looked away, his face becoming a bit hot. That was definitely a base being loaded for his side. "I just read and what not. Normally I'll stay home and maybe I'll do a puzzle or something...occasionally I like to hook up with a good guy though," he said, trying not to throw too much spin on the later part. He wanted it to be smooth, like it could be taken that he was just hanging out with a friend...
Rich hit it though. "Hmmph," Rich huffed, but in an approving manner. "Sounds nice--you didn't really hit me as the bookworm type though. Guess I should get to know you better, don't you think?"
Don felt his ears twitch while his sheath gave a tentative throb. A second strike for the straight side for Rich's cause. It was more than that though. That was another base being loaded. Just one more and that would be the ball game he was sure. Don shook his bottle, and took a swig of it again, trying to think of something witty to say. Nothing really came to him though. After a moment he just smiled a bit awkwardly, though he was glad the darkness of the place made that less obvious, "Yeah...maybe we both need to do that...get to know the fur under the clothes,"
"Took the words from my muzzle right then," Rich said, his tone becoming a bit lower, "That sounds like a good idea,"
OK, that was it. Don was pretty sure that Rich was either cruelly teasing him or was gay because the straight side just struck out and the gay side had hit a grand slam if there ever was to be one. He glanced at the bison's pants and was sure they looked a bit more confined than before. Nothing was coming to him this time though; no witty remarks or good pick-up lines.
"So..." Rich said and Don pushed his eyes back up to the bison's face, and he could tell that Rich knew what he had been looking at, "It might be fun showing you some of my work...we...could start with the bed post,"
Don smiled and nodded, "Sure...we can start there," he replied, happy the bison had went for the pickup line.
Rich stood up and nodded, "Right," he said and squeezed Don's shoulder.
Don stood up too and followed the bison, "Umm...I don't think I'm too good to drive. You see, I don't hold my alcohol--"
"I'll drive us," Rich interrupted. Don nodded and followed the bison to his car. They made small talk as they did and followed the unstated rule to not say anything right out. Over the ride though both party's pants became obviously tighter, not that there weren't open gazes by that time. Don even turned off the car's A.C. so that the musk would build up like it had at the bar. The new element in it was unmistakable and more powerful than he had expected it to be--especially with Rich's clothes still on.
After about twenty minutes they pulled into the driveway of a single-story house. Don quickly got out and nodded, "Nice neighborhood...bit out of the way,"
"Yeah...but you have to appreciate the privacy," Rich stated. "Shall we go in?"
"After you," Don said, giving a bit of a playful bow to the bison. He smiled as he watched Rich's tail flick back and forth and the plentiful cheeks that were housed in those khakis. It was all quite a good sight. When the door opened there was a blast of cool air, and also of Rich's unmistakable scent.
"Can I offer you anything?" Rich asked, smiling at Don.
Don shook his head, "I'm good for now--how about we see if your bedpost are durable," he recommended to which Rich snorted. He followed the bison back to the bedroom and looked around. There was a nice rug on the floor, the bed was queen sized, there were some dressers and paintings, and a nightstand; it was all obviously made by him. Still, his eyes were on the bed. He sat down on it and smiled. He couldn't help but note that it was mustier in the bedroom, like the A.C. didn't quite reach it; not that it was a bad thing.
After a moment Rich joined him and put a paw on his thigh, "Durable so far?"
Don smiled and nodded. He moved over and straddled Rich's lap, "Feels pretty durable so far...we'll see if it can last," he told the bison and finally leaned forward. He kissed him hungrily and was eager enough to take Rich's broad tongue into his muzzle and give it some teasing suckles, which made the bison moan. As the bison's arms wrapped around him he gave a gentle groan, but didn't let Rich turn him on his back. When Rich tried again Don chuckled into their kiss and pulled back. He cocked his head at the bison, "What?"
"Well..." Rich said and nodded towards the bed. He wondered when Don was going to get off him.
"I don't think so," Don said with a smile. The baffled look on Rich's muzzle told him that the bison had definitely expected to be the top. Of course if Rich insisted then he'd go on all fours but until then he was going to test the waters for this. Don liked bottoming as much as the next wolf, but he wanted to have Rich under him and groaning; if only for this night. He kissed the bison again and rubbed his chest, "I am the guest after all..."
"Well, mhge, tho--gdle," Rich tried to say but only got out some knowledgeable syllables as Don continued to kiss him. The wolf didn't let up either. "You mmhhp li--ummbr..." he tried to continue but it was a lost battle. The prospect was a bit foreign, as he'd never expected the wolf to be a top with someone like him. It didn't matter though. Don seemed completely certain of his position, so much so that Rich could already tell he'd be on all fours or on his back tonight.
Eventually Don got the shirt unbuttoned and exposed the shaggy fur on Rich's chest. By now the bison had given up on trying to form a reply. In fact, Rich seemed to accept his role and was returning the kiss again, though not without some form of compensation for the unexpected twist to their night. Don let the bison control their kiss, not minding having to tackle with Rich's larger tongue or letting the bison maul his muzzle; it was a nice twist.
The bison certainly was good with his paws Don noted as his belt buckle seemed to strip itself under Rich's ministrations. Soon his member had more room. Even if he was going to be the one doing the pounding tonight he didn't mind if Rich groped his butt as the bison was now doing, it felt pretty good after all. After a minute he pushed Rich back, the bison falling onto the bed and smiled at him, "Let's get more comfortable,"
Rich huffed in response. He took off his shirt and threw it to the side. Don watched the bison for a moment before getting off him. His pants dropped to the ground and he realized he still had his shoes on. It took him a minute to get them and his socks off and by the time he peeled his shirt off Rich was applying some lube under his tailhole. Don chuckled at the bison, "I could've helped you with that,"
Rich grunted as he slipped one of his digits up his rump and smiled, "Kind of you...but if I'm going to be getting it," he said, accentuated by another grunt, "Then I can do this. Besides...you'll get to have your fun soon enough,"
Don chuckled and moved over to the bison. He noted that Rich was in a jockstrap and groped his package, "Now finally one of my ideas comes true...I always saw you as the jock type,"
Rich gave a groan as his package was squeezed, "I aim to please,"
Don smiled and ran his paw over the clothed member, noting something strange to it.
"Prince Albert,"
Don's eyes widened and he smiled, "Really?"
"Really," Rich smirked. "Can't say I saw you being quite as big as you are," he noted, taking the attention off his own body. "What are you--eight inches?"
"About...I'm pretty confident I can reach wherever I need to...never bothered measuring. All I care about is how the tool is used," Don replied. He smiled at Rich and groped his hard cock through the cloth, "And I bet your tool is as effective as it is big,"
Rich patted Don on his head, like he was a pup, "Why don't you get on the bed Bud? I'll get you ready if you don't mind. Oh, and grab that bottle,"
Don nodded and did as he was told. The sight of Rich kneeling in front of him, the bison's hot breath hitting his cock was making it twitch with excitement. A bead of pre dropped down onto Rich's nose and the bison eyed it with a smirk. A paw gripped his shaft and Don gave a strangled gasp when Rich twisted his paw over his knot. Instead of pawing him off the bison took the tip of his cock into his muzzle.
Don groaned as Rich's tongue tapped on his cock, as if sampling it. The bison never went past where he'd planted his paw, but still had a good bit of meat to work with. He watched Rich bob his head on his member and groaned happily whenever the bison would squeeze his knot. He took note of when Rich moaned and put a paw on the back of his head, "You like it?"
"Mumhum," Rich mumbled. He stopped at the tip and looked up, then nodded, but then returned his attention to the cock in front of him. He made a good show out of it too. The bison knew all the ways to twist his muzzle and each time his tongue slipped around the cock he got rewarded with an ample shot of pre.
Don groaned and pressed down on Rich's head, and to his surprise the bison went to his paw, though not beyond without any resistance. He smirked at the bison, "There you go,"
Rich moaned around the cock and pulled his fingers out of his hole, feeling as ready as he would ever be. He didn't feel like getting up yet though. He let the wolf guide him.
Don chuckled as another moan escaped Rich's muzzle, followed by a very eager assault by his tongue. The wet member curled, lapped, and stroked his cock expertly, making him give the bison yet another treat, and getting yet another moan in thanks. "Help yourself Big-man,"
Rich smiled to himself, doing just that. After a minute he pulled off and let his paw finally begin to stroke over the tip of the cock, coating the entire thing in a layer of pre and spit, "Hmm, you like to talk?"
"If I'm in the mood," Don replied and rubbed the bison's head in an affectionate manner, "How about you?"
"Sometimes..." Rich admitted. He leaned forward and licked the cock in front of his muzzle once more and stood up, "Didn't much feel like it while I was enjoying myself though...hope it didn't bother you,"
Don smiled, "Of course it didn't...I think what you did was better than plopping off for small talk. A guy who can moan around a dick is someone I know I can have fun with--something you just know. I'm glad you enjoyed it--I did too," he told the bison and stroked through his chest, enjoying the shaggy feel of the fur. The shaggy fur went all around the top of his chest and shoulders, and began to thin down around his pecs, and made a trail down to his cock; much like a guide for anyone who was going to please Rich.
"Want me to take off this?" Rich asked, pulling on the elastic and letting it snap back into place.
Don eyed the article, flimsy as it seemed on Rich's large body. As much as it would've been nice to watch the bison's cock twitching he wanted Rich on all fours for now, and if he had on the jock that meant the bison wouldn't be able to stroke off--too effectively. The wet spot at the front made quite a treat and Don was sure he'd be moaning with that in his muzzle, but not for now--there were more fun things ahead. He smirked and shook his head, "Keep it and get on all fours,"
"Doggie style...how expected from you,"
Don couldn't help a chuckle and he kissed Rich on the muzzle as they switched spots, "Shut-up and let me bury my bone," he told the bison.
Rich nodded and quickly got on the bed, grinning back at him for a moment. The bison even swayed his rump a bit, which made the wolf's cock twitch. "Come-on doggie...get up here and pound my ass,"
"You got it," Don replied eagerly. Don noted the swishing tail and smiled at the bison's nervousness despite his enthusiastic demeanor. He quickly took his place behind him and aligned the two soon to be joined bodies. With a pat on the bison's rump as warning he slid into him.
Rich grunted and his tail flicked in the air, smacking Don once on the nose. The wolf didn't complain though. He began to stroke through the bison's back fur, enjoying the sight. It was masculine--how Rich was. The bison had a healthy amount of shaggy fur that coated his back and, much like his chest, formed a trail down to his tail. It was a sight he hadn't seen before and he could feel his cock drooling inside of the bison--turned on by the trail. In Rich's case that trail once again was a guide to anyone who would want to please him--a trail he'd followed. For a moment he just stared at the fur and then began to resume his strokes, "Pretty nice coat you got on your back,"
Rich grunted once and Don was sure he could hear the smirk, "Some guys don't like it...but I'm glad you do,"
"Chh...it's other guy's loss. Makes you look masculine and hot, like a guy should--specially with my cock shoved under your tail,"
Rich chuckled, the noise coming from his throat and looked back, "Well, I'd hope so--I like a guy who can appreciate all my parts,"
After a minute of stroking through the bison's back fur Don patted him, "Ready for it Big-man?"
"Been waiting on you Doggie,"
With that Don began to thrust into the bison, not bothering to work up to it. After the first few thrusts the grunting stopped and Rich became more accustomed to the presence of the wolf's cock. Don gripped the back fur for support, letting out a moan of pleasure when Rich's hole clenched around his cock, "Tight back here," he said with a smirk.
"No-one as brave as you to tell me I'm going to get stuffed and like it,"
"And you like it," Don said. He let out a small chuckle when Rich nodded and pressed back on his cock, pushing on his knot. "How do you feel about knots?"
"Give me all that doggie cock," Rich grunted.
"You got it," Don said, and began to thrust into the bison with renewed energy. When the bison's tail came to smack at his muzzle a second time Don spotted it and bit onto it lightly, making the bison grunt.
"Ow! Watch it there Bud...that doesn't grow back," Rich said with a groan. After a moment though he began to return pushing back on the cock, planting himself on the cock again and again.
Don continued to assault the bison's hole, giving off a low growl of pleasure as he did so. He still made Rich grunt with the occasional curt thrust, telling him the bison didn't let just anyone top him. The best thing Rich had about him was his enthusiasm. He could tell that even if the bison wasn't normally a bottom he carried over his zeal from topping. That in itself was enough incentive to not take it easy on him. He knew Rich could take it, and he gave the bison all he could, till they were both moaning with pleasure.
"Whew...got a good tool there," Rich mumbled during one of the brief reprieves Don was allowing his assaulted pucker.
Don smirked but didn't want to let go of Rich's tail so he just growled a reply back. After a bit he slowed down and began to vary his pace in accordance to how Rich was acting. Whenever the bison was pushing back on him roughly he'd make it rough for him, and when Rich was slow and steady he took his time with the bison; it was one dance with many tempo changes. He felt his cock drooling inside of Rich and the ride became progressively smoother as their bodies became used to one anothers.
After a few minutes Don began to pant through his teeth. Sweat developed on his chest and he was glad to see that their session had Rich equally hot. He stroked his paw through the bison's fur and it came back a bit moist.
Rich gave a shuddering groan and pressed back with his weight onto Don's cock. He met the knot and pushed on still, shaking his head a little, "Oh man oh man,"
Don spit out the bison's tail and leaned down, pressing his stomach against Rich's back and beginning to breed him like he would only do to someone he knew could take it. He didn't have to be gentle or nice, instead he could fuck Rich the way he deserved it. The feeling of the bison's body shaking beneath him was new and exciting. Don embraced him around his stomach and used his body as one big piece of leverage to shove his cock into the bison.
And Rich accepted his cock everytime. He continually pressed back on the wolf. Even though he normally topped he gladly reversed the role for the pleasure he was getting from having the cock ram its way up his tailhole and assault his prostate. The entire front of his jock felt wet with pre and he was sure that Don's cock was drooling in him just as freely. A quick thrust made him jump a bit and he chuckled, "Yeah...that's how you get it in there,"
"Big-man likes doggie cock doesn't he?" Don asked in a low voice, letting the words slide into Rich's ears. The bison shook under him and he couldn't hide a small grin.
"Yes! I like it," Rich admitted to the wolf, and finally out loud to himself. Pressing himself back into the wolf he groaned happily, "I like doggie cock drilling me, your cock makes me feel so good,"
Don smiled at getting Rich to say that and patted his stomach, "Good job," he said and focused once again on stuffing the bison. His hips drove themselves down onto Rich like metal to a magnet and he began to plant himself down, testing the resilience of the bison's pucker against his knot.
"Yeah, get that knot in there. Tie me; give to me Bud," Rich snorted through harsh breaths.
It was hardly an individual effort. Don growled and bucked roughly into the bison, and then began to press against the pucker. He heard Rich groan but the bison never stopped pushing back; it was admirable. His knot almost went in but didn't make it past and Don pulled back out and began to resume breeding the bison's hole. The musky scent covered his nostrils as he gripped their bodies together and he could hear Rich snorting along with the sound of his balls slapping against the bison's ass.
Taking Rich's shoulder into a bite Don pushed forward again, getting a new streamline of encouraging words from the bison. Rich's encouragement was almost as hot as the way the he felt beneath him; moaning like he was at the edge and eagerly pushing back against his cock. Don slammed his knot back against the pucker and pulled on Rich.
"Oh! Come-on...yeah, you're close Bud...Co--" Rich was saying when he was cut off by a rough gasp as Don shoved his knot into his hole. He clamped down on Don's cock and bucked back against it. The feeling was foreign and in more ways than not pleasurable, making his cock twitch and drool, pulsing madly in the pouch.
Don's growl was louder than the bison's snorts and grunts as he bred his co-worker. He bucked into him like a pistion, slamming himself in and out of the willing bison. His jaw clamped down even more on Rich as his orgasm began to overtake him, making him shake on top of the larger male.
The insistent pushing and feeling of his prostate being pulverized made the bison let loose a stream of words--often overtaken by the sound of Don's growling as the wolf tried to get every last inch of cock into him. Even as Don bred him he pushed back onto the cock, milking his cock to the limit. When Don's teeth clamped on his shoulder he grunted and his body tensed, causing the wolf's cock to hit a new way and finally sending him over the edge.
Don felt his cock spurting his seed into the bison, claiming the hole as his own and filling Rich. The harsh groans and moans reached a high point, Rich riding him all through his orgasm as the bison's cock unloaded itself. The smell of bison cum filled the air, rousing more curt thrusts from Don.
Rich's quiet moans, groans, and mumbling filled the air as much as his scent did. The entire room was rich with the scent of sex, and his cooling seed leaked from the pouch of his jock and onto his bed spread. He gave a happy grumbling sound whenever Don would buck back into him on instinct. The feeling was nice. He'd asked the wolf out thinking they'd end up in a reversed position but Don was definitely a qualified top to say the least. Being able to bask in the post orgasmic bliss with another male still in him was something nice and a bit foreign, but certainly welcome.
After a minute Don relaxed his jaw muscles. He had a few bits of bison fur in his muzzle but he ignored the sensation, "That was nice,"
Rich nodded and relaxed himself and Don onto the bed, feeling where his cum had leaked out of his jock spread across his stomach, "Yeah...not bad Bud,"
"O...OK...your bed is durable," Don admitted, laughing a little.
"Thanks,"
Don stroked through Rich's side fur and licked at his neck. It was a weird feeling. Usually it was like a small amount of fur with skin but lapping at Rich's neck was like lapping at a shaggy coat. The strangest part was that Don didn't quite mind it, since he still got to the skin beneath; it was like a challenge. After a minute he pulled back though and laid his head on the fur, surprised at how nice it felt, "It'll be a few before my knot is out,"
"That's fine," Rich said, his words muffled by a pillow. After a moment he laid his head on the side, "So, how about after you're out we share a nightcap?"
Don nodded, "Sounds good Rich," he told the bison. When he did slip out they stayed together for another moment before Rich got up to go get the drinks, which he said he would bring back. The bison returned and they shared the drinks. Don coughed a bit on his, not anticipating how strong it would be, but Rich seemed happy to lap away what spilt down his chin, even kissing at his neck for a minute.
Eventually Don found himself with his co-worker behind him, arms around him and a wet jock pressed against his left butt cheek. He nestled into Rich though, enjoying the warmth the bison sent through him. "Think I'll have to come down by your desk sometimes,"
Rich chuckled and nodded, "You better Bud...who knows, I might let you bend me over push that cock back in me,"
"I'll visit you everyday then," Don said with a light chuckle, imagining the sight.