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Elevator Ride

By: Thaine T. Stephens

The wolf pushed the elevator button eagerly, wrapping his arm around the slim waist of his companion. Three... Two... One... Ding! The mechanical doors opened slowly, and the wolf felt like he was going to have to push them open himself. The fox's scent was beginning to get to him, and he couldn't resist leaning in and taking a small nip from the vulpine's neck.

A small yelp escaped the smaller male's muzzle, and he chided himself silently. "Are we a bit anxious for something? Or is it just my imagination?" he teased, stroking the wolf's broad chest with a paw, drawing out an approving growl from the lupine. Another small nip and a light swat to the rear gave him the answer he wanted. "Just as I thought," he chuckled, stretching on the ends of his toes and licking at Thatch's chin.

The door closed behind them and the pair turned to look at their reflection in the brass doors. Thatch stood about a foot and a half taller than Carlen, towering over the fox like a parent. It was true that Carlen was only just considered an adult, but the wolf still seemed like a parent when they stood side by side. But the age difference wasn't what had attracted Thatch to the smaller fur; he was no pedophile.

"Can-can I ask you something, Thatch?" the fox whispered, holding on to the warm body tightly. He was slightly afraid to ask what he wanted to, fearing that it might anger the larger male. When Thatch nodded, the fox let out a small sigh and rubbed his head against the muscular shoulder. "Why did you choose me? You could have had your pick out of any guy there. What was so special about me?"

A low chuckle escaped Thatch's muzzle, and he leaned down to plant a small kiss on the top of Carlen's head. "If you really want to know, I'll tell you. I just hope that the answer doesn't hurt your feelings at all," he whispered softly, smiling when the fox looked up and nodded. The wolf cleared his throat gently and hesitantly pushed his lips against Carlen's.

A surprised look washed over the fox's face as the larger fur kissed him, and gently stroked a paw down the front of his narrow chest. Carlen was a young, small, slim, and very limber fox; his frail body seemed to make him appear to be a female, but without the large breasts associated with his species. This simple fact had been enough to attract males before, but deep down, he hoped that it wasn't the case this time. He whimpered when the wolf pulled away, but the lupine gave him one more quick lick to his lips.

The elevator was filled with the scent of aroused male now, and the pair prayed that no one else dared to get on with them. Homosexuality wasn't exactly discriminated against, but it was slightly looked down upon. But that's not why they wanted to be alone; the true reason was that neither of them thought they would make it to Thatch's hotel room. The muscular wolf was broad shoulder, tall, dark and handsome, the typical stereotype. He was in town on a business trip, and had a little extra time to kill, so he went to the local bar looking for some action. But he found more than that.

"It was the...aura, I guess. You just seemed so lonely in there, so lost, like you were searching for something and not finding it. Your helplessness...I suppose, is what drew me in. But it's you that I'm attracted to now, and it's you that I'm staying for," he whispered, rubbing his grey paw down the fox's back. Thatch pulled the younger male in close to him, and pressed his muzzle to the warm head fur, inhaling deeply.

The response Carlen received wasn't the worst he could imagine, and that he was thankful for. As he was pulled in towards the warm, furry body, Carlen pressed his face to the warm chest, wishing that Thatch wasn't wearing a shirt so he could feel the fur against his. "Is that all?" he asked, starting to become relaxed as the wolf massaged his back lightly.

A small smile flashed over the wolf's muzzle, and he laughed softly. "Your eyes. Their so beautiful..." he whispered, placing a paw under Carlen's chin and raising his gaze to meet his. The fox's lovely blue eyes looked up at him, contrasting sharply with the bright orange of his fur. Thatch was leaning in to kiss him again when, totally unexpectedly, the lights went out and they jerked to a halt.

Carlen lost his balance and had to brace himself against the wolf. He wrapped his arms tightly around the larger fur, holding on out of fright and surprise. "Thatch...what's going on?" he said, realizing that they weren't moving anymore. Not only had they been stopped, but the main lights had gone out and only a single, pale floodlight was working. The fox was slightly frightened, but the fear was stemming from his lack of knowledge. He simply didn't know what was going on with the elevator.

"I...think we've stopped, love. Maybe they're testing the emergency system or something," he said after a moment, trying to put the smaller male at ease. Thatch reached over to the small row of buttons and pressed the one for his floor, and nothing happened. He pressed it again, and still nothing. "What the hell," he muttered under his breath, trying to cover swelling dread with frustration. The wolf flicked open the emergency panel, and picked up the phone receiver, only to discover that it was dead. "Looks like we're stuck here, at least for a little while."

That was not the answer that Carlen wanted to hear, but as he held the wolf close, the fears seemed to be held at bay. "Someone will come to let us out, right? They wouldn't just leave the elevators unchecked, would they?" he asked, the pitch in his voice rising an octave or two. All the fox could do was hold on to Thatch tightly as they stood there in the dark.

The wolf stroked his lover's back gently, doing all he could think of to put him at ease. "Shh...it's okay, Carl. They'll get us outta here. Don't you worry." That's when the wolf realized that he didn't even know who 'they' was. As they stood there, Thatch's mind began to wander, and then he noticed the smell. The fox smelled good. Damn good, actually. He inhaled deeply, holding his nose just over Carlen's head, taking the smell of fear and arousal. The wolf felt himself actually being turned on, and felt slightly guilty. How can I be worked up when he's here with me, scared out of his mind?

Carlen didn't even notice his partner's peculiar behavior; he was too busy waiting for the lights to come back on. He did notice, however, the sound of heavy breathing and sniffing. "Thatch? What are you doing?" he inquired innocently, giggling when the wolf turned his attention to Carlen's neck. "That tickles. Stop," he said, laughing and lightly slapping away the larger male's nose.

Thatch snorted indignantly as the end of his muzzle was swatted. "I was just realizing how good you smelled," he whispered, starting the sniffing again, mostly just to tease the fox. He pressed his snout to Carlen's neck fur, inhaling deeply. The scent of frightened and aroused male just seemed to make him even hornier, and he wrapped his arms tightly around the fox's waist to keep from getting away. "You smell delicious... I could just eat you up," he teased, taking small nips form the fox's neck.

A soft moan escaped Carlen's muzzle as felt the wolf's paws roaming over his body. "No...we can't in here. It's not right," he whispered, but his body was speaking otherwise. His paws overlapped Thatch's and guided one to his crotch and the other to his tail base The wolf got the message, and began to paw the front of Carlen's pants and stroke his tail base through them. "What if the power comes back on?"

"If it comes on, then we'll start to move, and we'll get dressed and finish in my room. No big deal. But I don't know how much longer I can resist to be with you, and not be with you," he said, his voice little more than a feral growl on the last sentence. Carlen's scent was driving him wild with lust, and he slowly hooked his fingers under the fox's shirt and peeled it off of him.

The younger fox whimpered as Thatch ran his paws through the pale cream chest and belly fur. "Alright, Thatch. I know what you mean; I want you just as badly." Carlen practically dove into the wolf's arms, and began to work the wolf's shirt up over his chest. He stopped when he saw the gold rings nestled shallowly in the wolf's chest fur. With a single claw, he poked at it, drawing out a slight chuckle from Thatch. "You have nipple piercings..." Carlen mused, poking at them again.

Thatch laughed and gently brushed the fox's paws away from his sensitive rings. "My last boyfriend talked me into getting them. He seemed to enjoy playing with them...especially after running a cable through them and not letting me move." The wolf laughed even louder at Carlen's facial expression and leaned in to kiss him. "But those aren't the only surprises I have for you, little fox. They're just the beginning."

A wave of surprise washed over the fox's face, and he took a single step back away from the wolf. "You're not going to...hurt me, are you? What surprises are you talking about, Thatch?" Carlen was wary, but also a little frightened. He'd heard of males that would lure another home with them, and kill them, or worse. But he didn't resist when the wolf came closer and pulled him in for a warm embrace.

"No, no. Of course not. I could never do anything to hurt you, Carlen. I'm always careful with my lovers...unless they want me to hurt them. And even then, I prefer to be the one on the receiving end." He flashed the trembling fox a toothy grin. "Why do you think I got these?" Thatch chuckled slightly and leaned in to kiss the fox's lips once more. "You'll see what 'surprises' I was referring to in a moment. Right now, let's get you more comfortable," he whispered seductively, sliding down the thin frame of his lover and kneeling before him, grasping his belt buckle and working to undo it.

Carlen couldn't resist the larger fur's teasing touch, and he let himself be undressed. He just hoped that the wolf would let him repay him in the same manner. He stood before the wolf, totally nude, doing his best to cover his crotch with his paws. A redness came to his face, and he knew that he was blushing. Thatch just seemed to find this amusing, and he pulled the fox in for a kiss.

"Why are you so shy all of a sudden? I thought you were ready for us to..." he trailed off, smiling and stroking the side of the smaller male's face. "We don't have to, if you're not wanting to do this, Carlen. Just say so, and we won't go any farther."

The fox looked away, the redness in his face growing. "It's not that... Really, it's not. I do want you, and I think I'm ready. It's just..." he trailed off, leaning back against the elevator wall and sliding down to the floor. The wolf joined him, and softly asked what 'it' was. "This is my first time," he whispered, gazing up at the wolf who, even sitting next to him, was towering overhead.

Thatch put his arm around the trembling fox and pulled him close. "Oh, love. I had no idea...honestly. You're just so beautiful that I thought..." he trailed off, stroking his shoulder gently. When he had first seen Carlen in the bar, he had a certain innocence about him, and that had been a small part of why the wolf had been attracted to him. But he was so cute that Thatch suspected that he had several lovers in his day...and now he'd just been proven wrong. "I'm sorry for thinking otherwise, Carlen. I didn't mean to think of you as a slut or as a roamer, but I just didn't expect something like this."

Carlen buried his face in the wolf's chest and inhaled deeply of the musky male scent. "It's okay, lover. I'm just a little nervous, is all. This is all so new to me," he whispered softly, not being offended deeply by Thatch's comments. He'd never thought of himself as attractive, although he'd had several offers from other males. The fox had never really thought of taking them up on it, though, until tonight when he'd met this wolf. Thatch had captivated him, and he couldn't refuse when the larger male had invited him back to the hotel.

"I know how you feel... Everyone's gone through the 'first time' ordeal, and it's usually not much easier for some than it is for everybody else. It's a big step to take, and if you're not ready to take it then I won't push you." The wolf was trying to be as supportive as possible, doing his best to keep the desires he had for the fox under control. He silently prayed that Carlen wouldn't be too afraid for them to make love. He'll be scared a little. Everyone that's mated with a male was scared their first time. Remember your first time, and try to calm those fears that you had. Thatch was trying to work things out in his mind, and at the same time, trying to comfort his lover.

The fox kept his face pressed against Thatch's chest, and he slowly began to lick the soft fur, making it slick and shiny. The male's scent was stirring deep-rooted emotions within him, and it was hard to hold them back. "I want to. Really, I do. And I can't say that I won't be scared, I'm sure that I will, but it's something I'm willing to face, if you'll help me," he whispered softly, looking up at the wolf with pleading eyes.

Thatch smiled and stroked the smaller fur's head gently, causing the fox to lay his ears back and close his eyes. "Whatever you want, lover. Whatever you need, I'll try to supply it to you." He waited for a moment, after he stopped petting the fox, letting Carlen look up. Thatch slowly, almost hesitantly, leaned in and pressed his lips to the other male's.

He couldn't resist the wolf's gaze, and the smaller fur pressed his muzzle to Thatch's. The wolf made him feel warm, comfortable, safe, and protected; something that his father never had. Whenever he stopped and looked at his sexuality from a psychological standpoint, Carlen could see that, perhaps, it was a search for a male figurehead in his life, where his father had abandoned him, his mother, and his two older siblings when Carlen was born. He had never knew the fox that sired him, but if he ever did meet him, it would probably result in the older fox's death. But he had little time to dwell on that at the moment as the wolf began to stroke the insides of his thighs.

Carlen moaned softly into the wolf's muzzle as the large paw slowly found it's way to the bulging, white sheath. It was all he could do to break the embrace, but the fox did, and gently placed his paw over Thatch's, pushing it away. "Please...let me repay you for the kindness you've shown me. Just the fact that you still want to be with me is more than I could have hoped for," he whispered, slowly rising to his knees and waiting before the wolf.

A small chuckle escaped Thatch's lips, and he leaned in for one more quick kiss. "Okay, love. I'm not sure what you have planned, but I'm willing to let you experiment. C'mere," he whispered seductively, leaning backwards and pulling the young male with him. He smiled at the slight whimper that Carlen made, but he silenced him with another kiss. "You'll have your time. I just wanted to hold you once more before we started..." The wolf hugged Carlen tightly before releasing the younger male, and rising to his feet.

The smile that formed on the fox's face was all the reassurance that Thatch could want, and he watched on eagerly as Carlen fumbled with his belt buckle. His paw gently stroked the fox's head, urging him on. "Take it easy, love. We've got plenty of time..." he whispered, but truly wasn't sure when the power would come back on. Regardless, the halls of the hotel building were rarely occupied, and it would be easy for them to get to his room when they needed to.

The fox grinned shyly as he finally managed to get the belt off his lover, and tossed it across the small cubicle. "O-okay..." he whispered softly, beginning to undo the buttons and the zipper, sliding it down painfully slow. The smile spread as he noticed the bulge that stood out though the wolf's boxers, and after slipping his jeans off, he quickly pulled the underclothing off, and gasped at what he saw. "So that's what you meant..."

A small, golden hoop reflected the dim light, sparkling at the astonished fox. Just like the nipple rings, Thatch had the end of his sheath pierced. The opening was already wide, as his pointed cock tip poked out, and made the ring stand out firmly. Carlen reached up to poke at it, and jumped back when the wolf's body tensed. Thatch chuckled at the fox's reaction, and he gripped his sheath firmly, holding it out for his companion's inspection. "What's wrong, Carlen? Did it surprise you?" he teased gently, stroking the gold ring with a single finger.

A slight nod was all that Carlen could manage as he stared at the gift presented to him. The wolf was very well endowed, and he pondered if he could actually stand to take it inside of him. "Thatch? Does it hurt a lot?" he asked, letting the conversation turn from one thing to another quickly.

"What? The piercings? Well, that one hurt a few days after I got it done, but it didn't hurt when they first did it. I was too drunk to feel the pain..." he chuckled.

"No, no. Not that. I mean...mating with a male. Especially...one of this size." His last words were little more than a whisper as his face became red and hot. He'd never been one to talk dirty, to himself or anyone else, and it felt so odd to be doing so. But he also knew that Thatch would help him, if he could. "I'm just not sure if I'll be able to do it. No matter how badly I want to, my body might not be capable."

The wolf gently reached down and took a firm hold on Carlen's chin, pulling his eyes up so their gazes could meet. "It's your first time, and I'll keep that in mind." He stopped and thought for a moment, considering telling the fox about his first time, how he had been 'broken in'. "Well go slow, I promise you that much. I won't even try to take your tail just yet. But for now..." he whispered, stroking the fox's cheek and turning his face to see the lupine cock that had escaped its confines, "there's something you need to take care of."

Carlen winced as the strong scent of aroused male burned his nose. Despite the nausea he felt in the pit of his stomach, he nodded and gripped the lupine cock firmly, giving it slow, teasing strokes. "I'm not sure...exactly what to do," he whispered, but found it easier than he first thought as he continued to paw the lupine shaft. The dim emergency lights made the moist maleness glisten, and Carlen found himself wanting to taste of it. Gingerly, he leaned forward and licked the shining drop of pre from the pointed tip.

The taste was salty, and slightly bitter as he worked it all over his tongue. He'd tasted is own before, and found it rather enjoyable. But this was a wolf, not a fox like himself. "Just take it easy, Carl. It doesn't look like we're going to be moving anytime soon, and we'll have plenty of time to share." Thatch gently stroked the fox's head, and smiled when he licked another drop of pre from his cock. "Go on. Take it in. I won't hurt you," he whispered, the long forgotten sensations of a tongue on his cock taking his mind.

Hesitantly, the fox licked at the massive shaft in front of him, and did as the wolf commanded. His scent demanded something from him, and Carlen was in no position to argue against it. Slowly, he opened his muzzle and slipped it in, closing his lips around the hot male organ and suckling on it gently. He heard the wolf moan loudly, and he began to bob his head on the firm shaft, using his tongue to stroke the sensitive underside.

"Oh...yessss. Just like tha-at," Thatch stammered, gripping the back of the fox's head firmly and holding him on his shaft. The cold, wet, fox nose brushed against his knot and Thatch groaned loudly at the mix of the warm muzzle and the cold nose. "Gods you're good at this. I can't wait to see how skilled you'll become later..." he whispered, thrusting his hips lightly, gently slapping his balls against Carlen's chin.

The fox whimpered softly as he felt the cock being forced further into his muzzle. He didn't mind sucking the wolf off, but he wanted to go at his own pace, not be forced to bend to Thatch's will. Though, were his master a little more tender, Carlen wouldn't mind being dominated slightly. The thought of someone else just taking control and making him do what they wanted got him more excited than he already was.

After only a moment or two, Thatch gripped the fox's head firmly, and pulled him off of his cock. "I don't want you to be the only one giving in this, love. Let me return to you what you've given to me..." The wolf smiled warmly and got down on his paws and knees, staring directly into Carlen's eyes, and then lowered his muzzle to the fox's full sheath, pulling it down to allow the heavy cock to fall free. After stroking it for a moment, Thatch leaned down, head deeply between Carlen's legs, and lapped at the glistening maleness.

A sharp gasp escaped the smaller male's lips, and it took all of his willpower to keep from jumping back. The warmth of Thatch's breath on his thighs and balls made him shiver in delight, and with trembling paws he began to scritch the wolf behind the ears. "Oh...oh gods," he panted, feeling his sensitive young cock being taken into the wolf's muzzle.

It had been some time since he had suckled on a fox, and Thatch was enjoying the memories it brought back. But Carlen's scent was unlike any other's he had come across. Maybe it was his purity and innocence that made him different, but whatever it was, it was driving the wolf wild with lust. All he wanted was to be near the smaller male, and suck the vulpine cock as it throbbed and leaked pre all over his tongue.

Carlen was frozen in place as the wolf's tongue stroked his cock, bringing him sensations that he'd never felt before. A soft moan escaped his muzzle as his paws roamed over Thatch's head, urging the wolf on. "Oh, oh shit..." he whispered, his inexperience in sex catching up with him, and he shot his load into Thatch's mouth.

The wolf greedily lapped up the male juice that flooded his muzzle. The heavy scent of male musk filled his nostrils, and he gripped Carlen's thighs firmly, the tips of his claws shallowly piercing the skin drawing blood. A sharp gasp from his lover made him realize what he was doing, and he slowly released his grip, but not the hold he had on the spurting fox cock. The thick cream overflowed his muzzle quickly, and it dribbled down Thatch's chin, sticking to the short hairs.

Slowly, and with shaky paws, Carlen began to come down from his hormonal high, scratching the wolf lightly behind the ears. "Oh, lover. That was..." he trailed off, unable to finish his sentence. He'd never felt anything like that in his young life, and he was sure that it was something that he'd never forget. It took him a moment to regather himself, but Thatch had already wiped his face off and took the smaller male in his arms.

"It's okay, Carl. It's alright. That was the most fun I've had in quite some time. Thank you," the wolf whispered, holding Carlen close to him and gently licking his face, letting him get a slight taste of his own cum. The heavy scent of aroused male had totally filled the elevator by now, and no matter who came in next, they would be able to tell what took place. Or they could at least tell two excited males were in there.

It took the two lovers several minutes to gather their composure once more, but even then they couldn't help from kissing and light fondling. "Thatch, love? May I pleasure you as you have me? Please?" The fox was practically begging for it, but Thatch would have given it to him anyway. "I've already taken you into my muzzle, and it was the most enjoyable thing I've ever done with another. But I want more. I want to take you in somewhere else..." His face went red and radiated with heat as he spoke.

That was all the fox could manage to say before a mechanical whir was heard, and the elevator lurched. Carlen meeped and grasped the wolf's body firmly, the sudden movement startling him. "Wh-what's happening? Are we moving again?"

"I don't think so. Maybe their opening up the doors on the floor above and they'll get us out that way. Whatever it is, someone is trying to get to us." Thatch was doing his best to calm the youngster, but he really didn't know what was happening. It felt like something had hid the cubical from above, and he guessed that it was a mechanic that had gotten into the shaft. "Hello? Is somebody out there?"

Both of the males were surprised when a voice replied to them. "Just hold on, folks. There's been a problem with the cables, but we're getting it sorted out. Won't take but a few more minutes. We've already worked on them above, just gotta take care of these down here." The fur's voice sounded sincere, but also tired and slightly frustrated.

Carlen hugged his lover tightly as the mechanic worked over them. "Does that mean we're done? It's over?" he asked, his voice depressed and filled with hope that he was wrong. The last thing he wanted was their encounter to last for such a short time. "I don't want it to end..." he whispered, looking away.

The wolf's paw quickly took a hold of Carlen's chin and turned his gaze to meet his own. "Hey...now, stop that. We've only just started. This was a minor delay, not the main event. You're stuck with me all night, little fox. And I have a feeling that you're gonna enjoy every moment of it." Thatch leaned in and placed a soft kiss on the fox's lips to reassure him, then quickly grabbed their clothes off the floor and stood up, pulling Carlen with him. "But let's get dressed so it doesn't look too awkward. Not like they won't be able to smell it anyway..." he whispered into Carlen's ear, teasing him.

They got dressed in silence, but neither of them stopped caressing the other's body. It didn't take too much longer before the lights came on, blinding the two males, as the power returned. "Just five minutes and you'll be moving again. We're sorry about the complications," the mechanic said, tapping the ceiling loudly.

"Can you imagine their faces when the scent hits them?" Thatch whispered jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. He wrapped his arm around the fox and gently nuzzled the smaller male's neck, taking small nips and bites every now and then. Carlen had gotten to him, in more than just a physical way, and he would regret it when they had to part ways. Unless...

The fox meeped loudly and brushed Thatch's muzzle away from his exposed neck, but not before giving him one last kiss. "Just don't let them see the bulge in your pants, love. That would take all the fun out of it," he giggled, motioning towards the wolf's crotch. His knot was so swollen that it wouldn't fit back into his sheath, and proved to be quite an eyesore.

It didn't take long for the elevator to get moving again, and they pair was soon taken to their originally designated floor. When they got out, the repairmen were nowhere to be seen, and Thatch just shrugged it off. "They'll never know who was in there, and won't have to worry about a law suit. We won't complain, will we, love?" he winked, and softly patted the other male's rear.

"I won't if you won't, love. To be honest, that was the best elevator ride I've ever had." They both had a good laugh over that before falling into each other's embrace once more. "Now. Was there something else we needed to attend to...in your room?" The fox smiled wickedly, his inhibitions slowly disappearing just by being in the wolf's presence.

Thatch returned the smile, and grabbed a hold of his lover's rear firmly. "Yes...there is something I want you to...'look' at. It's something very special, and few people had ever had the privilege. You're just that special, Carlen." He was trying his best at flattery, and it seemed to be working as the fox leaned in close and licked at his throat.

In spite of their constant fondling and kissing, the pair finally made it to Thatch's hotel room. It was small, but by no means cramped or uncomfortable for the two to walk around in. There were two twin size beds, separated by about four feet. "That may prove to be a problem. I've been told that I roll around a lot during sex..." Thatch whispered with a grin. He was teasing again, and this small comment seemed to put Carlen at unease. "Is something wrong, love?" he asked when he noticed the sudden silence that had befallen the fox.

Carlen shook his head, but remained silent. He wanted to mate with Thatch; it was his most desired action at the moment. But deep in the back of his mind, he was unsure if he could. "Thatch? You never answered my question earlier. Does it hurt a lot?" This time, he didn't blush when he spoke of being taken. He was too scared to be embarrassed, but he knew that the wolf would help him, and be very gentle in the process.

A soft sigh escaped the larger male's lips, and he sat down on the bed, patting the spot next to him. Carlen followed the signal and quickly sat down, throwing himself into the wolf's embrace. "I'm not gonna lie to you, hon. When it first starts, it will hurt. But it's just because you're body's not used to it. You've never had anything in your tail hole, is that right?" he asked, and waited until the fox stopped trembling.

"N-nothing more than a finger..." Carlen whispered, trying to calm himself down for both of their sakes. This was his first experience with anyone, other than taking a quick peek in the shower rooms at the school. But that was at least a year ago. All he could claim to have done since then was fantasize "I've wanted to try...but there was never an opportunity." he started, but was shushed by his lover.

Thatch nodded softly and leaned in to give the fox one quick kiss. "I'm very honored that I'm your first, Carlen. I've never had that privilege before. You managed to take me into your muzzle, and not lose your nerve. That shows something, here," he said, and put a single finger over the fox's heart. "You have the determination to go through with this, but I know you're scared. I was on my first time, too."

The wolf's words were starting to comfort Carlen. But no amount of comfort would get rid of the fear of the pain. "Would...would you tell me? What it was like on your first time?" he whispered innocently, but was surprised by the wolf's response.

The larger male quickly stood up and began to undress. His lover was taken so off guard that he nearly fell back onto the bed. "C'mon. Let's lay together...and I'll tell you how it went." He smiled when the fox nodded and began to undress as well. They stood there, totally naked except for their fur, and held each other tightly. Thatch took a quick moment to pull back the covers, and the pair slid into the cool sheets.

"Now...I believe you wanted a story?" he asked softly, holding the smaller male to his chest. Carlen nodded softly and began to groom the wolf's chest fur. "Okay. Just don't think it's a bedtime story and fall asleep on me," he chuckled, stroking the orange head fur softly. "Which, by the way, I've had happen before. But that, is a tale for another time. You wanted to hear my first experience..." He paused to clear his throat, and rolled over onto his back. Carlen stayed by his side, with his arm wrapped around the larger male's chest.

"It started when I was about sixteen...I think. Just a little younger than you. Wow. I didn't even realize that it was nearly nine years ago. Hmm. But anyway. I was left at home with my older brother for the weekend. He was just a little older than I was, maybe twenty, twenty one or something. I can't remember for sure. But he had a few of his friends over, and somehow they got a porno on. Now I was so young that the erections just came and went without anything stimulating. So you can imagine just how I was ready to tear a hole in my pants when that came on." he chuckled, noticing the smile on Carlen's face. "So anyway...things began to pick up, and the older guys were able to keep it under control, accept for one. Well, I couldn't handle it, and didn't want to get caught with a hard on, so I went to the bathroom to relieve it. One of his friends just happened to follow me. How he managed to keep it so low profile, I dunno, but he was a full-blown queer. As soon as I got into the bathroom, he came in with me, and shut the door. Things got a little strange from there."

"How long had you known you were gay?" Carlen said softly, unsure if he was welcome to speak or not. He was relieved when the wolf smiled and stroked the side of his face.

"I'd known for quite some time, and managed to keep it hidden. My brother would have killed me if he knew, and that's why I was hesitant when that cougar made his offer. 'Have you ever thought about male's before?' he'd asked, and I nodded shyly. 'That's good...because I've thought about you. I want your cock, little wolf,' he'd said. I was too young to protest when he began to undo my pants and pulled my underwear down. Things had been...developed since about I was fifteen, and for a teenager, I was fairly large. Not to sound conceited or anything," he whispered, and smiled wickedly. Thatch was enjoying his stroll down memory lane, and sharing his past with Carlen.

"Due to the movie, I was already hard, and the cougar was going to take advantage of it. He began to stroke my cock with both paws at first...and just when I thought it wouldn't get any better, he took me into his muzzle. I almost came immediately. So, needless to say, it didn't take me long to lose my virgin seed." He noticed that Carlen had fallen silent again, and there was a look of shock on his face.

The fox's voice was soft and quiet when he spoke, but there was a certain tone of disgust in it. "You mean...he raped you? He was a pedophile that took advantage of you?" By his reaction, Thatch guessed that he was strongly against most other forms of sodomy, but he had to tell the truth to the fox.

"Well, sorta, I guess. He was only about nineteen, just three or four years older than I was, so it wasn't like I was eight or something. I think he was just looking for an easy lay, and knew that a young teenager wouldn't be able to resist. But I never told anyone about it. And that's not all that happened. True, it was my first time of any type of intercourse, but he had more planned. 'Get on your paws and knees. I've got something special for you,' he had said, and I was too much in a daze to resist. He stripped naked, without me even seeing his body, and wrapped his arms around my waist. It didn't take him long to give up the attempt to dry mount me, and the cougar began rummaging through the cabinets for some sort of lube. We ended up using Vaseline, which is not something you should ever do, but I was young and trusted him. It hurt like hellfire when he first got it in, but it didn't take but a few moments for me to loosen up. And that's pretty much it. He fucked my brains out and left me sticky and sweating in the bathroom. I saw him a couple of times after that, but he didn't seem to know what I was talking about if I ever brought it up."

Carlen had sat there, staring at him while he finished his story, but Thatch could tell by the heat that he had become aroused again. "That's awful...I mean, what he did to you. You were young and naive, and he used you that once and never gave you another word about it." He was fuming with anger now, and the sight brought out a small chuckle from the wolf.

"And what makes you think that I'm not like that?" the wolf said, suddenly serious. This was a test for Carlen, and he would find out whether or not he passed by his reaction.

"What?" he whispered, looking up in shock. "What do you mean?" Thatch said nothing, but just laid there and looked into the fox's blue eyes. "Thatch...you don't mean...do you?" He was beginning to panic, after he had heard that story of the older male just leaving. "I just thought...you were going to stay with me..." he said softly, a tear forming in the corner of his eye.

A similar tear started to appear in Thatch's but he wiped both his, and Carlen's, away. "And I am going to stay with you. I'm sorry for scaring you, Carlen, but it's a cruel world out there, and there are furs that wouldn't hesitate to take what they wanted and then just leave without another thought. You're lucky that I'm not one of those, especially for your first time." He paused, and let out a small bark of a laugh. "Trust me, it will fuck you up seriously for the rest of your life."

Such a joke about himself was even enough to get a small smile from Carlen, who wrapped his arms around the wolf and held him tightly. "I'm sorry for you. And I thank you for not being one of those." He was on the verge of tears, and was extremely thankful for Thatch's understanding attitude.

"Carlen..." he whispered, brushing the fox's head fur out of his blue eyes. "I don't know what to say. I feel something for you. What it is, I'm not sure, but it's really starting to mess with my..." That was all he was able to say before Carlen pressed his lips to his, the vulpine tongue seeking warmth and refuge in the wolf's mouth.

They broke the kiss after a moment, and the fox stroked the side of his companion's face. "Then let's not think anymore. Just let instinct take over, and do what comes naturally." Gently and slowly, the fox took the initiative and rolled over on top of his lover, trying to pin the much larger male to the bed. "Please...mount me, wolfie. Fuck me..."

"Shhh...shhh... All in due time. All in due time, little fox. Just be patient, and you shall be rewarded greatly." Thatch was doing all he could to keep from giving in to his desires and just going wild on the little fox without holding back. But he knew that such an act would probably scar Carlen for life, and he didn't need that on his conscience. "Just let me get something that will make it easier. For both of us," he whispered, pulling the fox in for a quick kiss before reaching over into the bed stand and grabbing a bottle of lube, and a mouth bit.

Carlen could barely control himself when he saw what the wolf had in his paws. "Please...I need this. I need to know if I can take a male in my tail hole or not. And Thatch, you're the one I've chosen for my first. I may be scared, but I want to do this. Please, don't let me down." He was rambling now, as the wolf gently licked his throat and began to coat his paw with the lube.

Without warning, the bit was placed under the fox's nose, and gently pushed into his muzzle. "Don't take it the wrong way, lover. I enjoy your voice, more than anything else, and I want to hear your moans of pleasure, but this is so you don't bite through your tongue. I've seen it before, and it's not a pretty sight. I'll go slow, and just wave your paw if you want me to stop." He didn't want the fox to get hurt in any form, by either of their actions, and the bit was only logical. The thought of Carlen being injured caused the wolf more pain than the injury itself would have to the fox.

A small nod was all that the fox could manage as he bit down firmly, holding the bit in his teeth. But when the wolf went behind him, he began to panic and spit it out. 'Please, Thatch...go slow. And gentle..." he whispered, looking back once, and then putting the bit back into his mouth.

"I promise. No harm will come to you while I'm here. I won't allow it. You're safe with me, Carlen." His voice was little more than a whisper, but the fox heard every word. Trying to be as gentle as possible, Thatch maneuvered behind his lover, and slowly raised the fox's tail. He heard a slight whimper from the smaller male, but a quick stroking of his back quieted him down again.

Carlen felt totally exposed now, as he knelt there, naked and trembling in the wolf's grasp. He knew that Thatch was inspecting his body, the raising of his tail and the long pause that accompanied told him that, but he didn't care. He was a virgin, pure and untainted, as well as in fine physical condition. But he couldn't keep himself from jumping when he felt the wolf probe his tail hole with a single claw.

A low rumbling sound radiated from the wolf's chest as he soaked up the youngster's body with his eyes. "Oh gods, Carlen. That little pink bud. That's a sight that just drives me wild..." he growled, and couldn't help a teasing poke. His paw was totally covered with lube so he could properly loosen the fox up, but he also intended to use something else. After a few exploratory finger pokes, Thatch leaned in close and gently licked at his lover's opening.

The sudden warmth and texture of the wolf's tongue was too much for the inexperienced Carlen to tolerate, and a sharp gasp escaped his muzzle, accompanied by a shuddering wave that traveled through his entire body. "Th-Thatch..." he whispered, but even though he caught the wolf's attention, the larger male didn't stop administering his treatments. "Thatch...please," he begged, but his lover didn't stop until his hole was properly lubricated.

Thatch smiled and pulled away from the fox's exposed rear, but not before giving it one more probe from his finger. "I know lover...I know. It's intense the first couple of times, especially the first time. But you've got to admit, it didn't hurt, did it?" The smile on his muzzle grew when Carlen shook his head. "Good. Because the last thing I want to do is hurt you, lover. I'll try my best not to, but it's your body and you know it's limits."

"N-no, it didn't hurt. It felt too good..." he whispered, and gripped the sheets tightly. "Thatch, I want you. Badly. Please, I need you..." Carlen said weakly, his body trembling, but his desires becoming even stronger. He managed to wag his bushy tail once or twice to get the wolf's attention, and that was all it took.

A low chuckle escaped the larger male's throat, and he playfully slapped the fox's rear. "Okay, okay. You've convinced me. But Carlen," he said firmly, pausing to get the fox's full attention, "I just want you to promise me that you'll let me know when the pain becomes too much. I don't want you to get hurt."

The fox nodded slightly and wagged his tail once more in the wolf's face. Thatch brushed it aside, slightly agitated, but not enough to truly become angry. "You know what humans used to do when they hunted feral foxes, don't you Carlen?" he whispered teasingly, and smiled wickedly when the younger male shook his head. "They used to cut their tales off." The astonished expression that flashed over Carlen's face was enough to send the wolf into a torrent of laughter. "Kidding. Kidding," he gasped, knowing that it had happened, but not wanting to upset the youngster.

"Funny, Thatch. Very funny. Making jokes about my ancestor's hardships. Just remember," he whispered, rolling over to lay on his back, "humans used to kill wolves too." Carlen laid there, a wide smile on his muzzle, trying his best to look seductive. He hadn't had much experience with love and romance, but he was already learning after just being with the wolf for a little while. The tip of his cock was poking out of his sheath, the pink flesh tone contrasting sharply with the creamy color of his belly fur.

With a hesitant paw, the wolf reached down and gripped his lover's full sheath gently. "Well, I see that your stamina is not as weak as I thought it would be for a virgin. Hard already, after that powerful climax in the elevator. You've been working on that yourself, haven't you?" he said teasingly, not meaning to embarrass the fox, but doing so anyway. "Don't be ashamed. You're young. Even old wolves my age do it, when the urge arises. It's not really a big deal," he whispered, trying to make the redness disappear from the fox's face. It worked, after a moment.

The wolf leaned over his lover and gave the fox a quick kiss on the muzzle before seductively trailing kisses down his body. Thatch stopped suddenly when he came to his lover's crotch, and inhaled deeply. "Carlen," he whispered, his gaze transfixed on the cock in front of him, "are you still frightened about being taken under the tail?" He looked up just to see the redness return to the younger males face, and he nodded slightly. "That's perfectly normal. But there's something I want you to do for me that just may help you with those fears." He waited for a moment to see if Carlen had any thoughts of what it might be, and smiled when the fox shook his head. "I want to see how good you are in bed. But this will involve a little role reversal."

Carlen was silent for a long moment as his mind took in what his lover was asking of him, and he nodded weakly. "But-but Thatch...are you sure? You don't have to do this. I'll adjust to new things, and don't think you have to do this for me," he started, but was hushed when the wolf leaned up and kissed him passionately. When the larger male broke away, the two furs stared into each other's eyes.

"Don't think that this is just for you, little fox. I'm well rounded when it comes to mating, and I prefer all positions. But if you're not up to it, then we won't. It's all your call. Yes or no, right now, and we'll move on to other things." Thatch waited for a response silently as the fox thought it over. Smiles flashed across both their muzzles when Carlen nodded. "Good. Now that brings us to how you want to do it..."

The deep heat returned to the fox's face, and he massaged the bridge of his nose with two fingers. "I really...don't know how...where, to begin," he stuttered, but his words fell on deaf ears when Thatch leaned in and kissed him once more. The wolf pressed his body against the smaller male's, pinning him for a moment before rolling off onto his side. They held each other tightly as they kissed, laying on their sides next to each other, eager paws roaming through the thick fur.

But Thatch only allowed them a moment or two more of this before pulling away and turning around. "Let me help you," he whispered, pressing his back against Carlen's warm chest, his grey paw seeking out the fox's full sheath. Once he had it in his grasp, the wolf began to stroke it firmly, pulling the sheath down to let the vulpine cock fall free. "Hold on just one second, lover. I may be experienced, but I'm not to the point where I can do it without lube," he chuckled, grabbing the bottle and coating his paw once more. Slowly, he worked his fingers into his own bud, making sure the his hole was well lubed so the fox wouldn't hurt him.

Once his rear was ready, the wolf took the remaining gel on his paw and began to work it slowly all over Carlen's shaft, drawing out a small moan from the fox. "Oh Thatch...I yearn for you," he moaned, wrapping his arm around the wolf's chest and drawing him closer. Without waiting any longer, Carlen took the initiative and placed his cock at Thatch's opening, and slowly pressed it into the warm flesh.

"Easy, easy love," he whispered, feeling the familiar sensations of being mounted once again. It had been some time since Thatch had let another male take him from behind, but he found the experience more pleasurable than ever. "Go-go on. Don't stop...now," he gasped, feeling the hot vulpine cock digging further into his flesh.

Even though they had just started, Carlen could already tell that he enjoyed fucking Thatch's backdoor more than letting the wolf suck him off. The warmth was greater, as well as the tightness, than Thatch's muzzle and the fox moaned as he shoved more of his length into the squirming wolf. "Oh...oh, lover..." he whispered, resting his chin on the wolf's back.

A low moan escaped Thatch's muzzle as he was buggered by the youngster. In nearly all of his previous encounters, his lover had been older or near the same age. Perhaps it was a sign that he wasn't a virile young wolf anymore. Not that twenty-five was old, but he wasn't a teenager anymore, and his body was starting to show it. He wasn't in the peak of conditions...too many desk jobs and not enough time at the gym.

Nearly as soon as it started, Carlen could feel an orgasm sneaking up on him. His stamina may not be what Thatch expected, but it was nowhere near fantastic. The position alone was enough to turn him on, and the combined warmth of the wolf's body and his tail hole was too much stimulation for the young fox. He yipped and nibbled on his lover's back as he neared climax, his hips gaining speed and force, his knot grinding against Thatch's opening but not entering.

"Oh, little fox..." Thatch cried, feeling his lover's pace increase and sensing that it was almost done with. "You're so good...even for a beginner," he whispered, trying to give Carlen a slight confidence boost. This was the fox's first time being on top, and he didn't want to do anything that would turn him against it in the future.

Carlen slammed his hips into his lover's almost cruelly, wanting to get as much of himself inside the wolf as possible. "Oh...oh gods..." he cried, losing himself for a moment and biting into a flap of Thatch's loose pelt, jerking on it savagely as he spilled his seed into his lover's back door. His swollen knot was pressed against the wolf's tail hole, and got a moment Thatch thought that Carlen was going to tie with him.

"Mmm...Carlen...please, don't tie..." he pleaded, not wanting to have to wait for the knot to subside before they could go again. But he didn't even know that Carlen didn't have the strength to force his knot past the wolf's tight ring, even though the thought had crossed his mind for a second. The sudden gush of warm cum in his bowels was almost enough to make Thatch cum, but his will was strong and he saved it for his lover.

As his arms began to give out, Thatch's upper body began to tremble under the added weight of the fox. "Carlen...I can't hold us both up for long," he whispered, trembling as he felt the fox tug on his pelt once more. His exhausted body finally gave in, and the wolf collapsed on the bed, his young lover right on top of him. Stretching his neck back, Thatch began to lick at the fox's sweaty face. "Did...did you...enjoy it?"

The fox could do little more than nod in response as he laid there, panting and still grinding his knot into Thatch's rear. "Gods...that was intense," he said softly, and then realized what his hips were still trying to do. "Oh Thatch, I'm so sorry," he panted, quickly pulling away and letting the cum run down the wolf's legs, soaking the fur.

The sensations of cum flowing down through his fur brought a warm smile to Thatch's muzzle, and he rolled over just in time to wrap his arms around the fox's waist and pulled him down to the bed with him. They kissed passionately for a moment, tongues wrestling in each other's mouths, tasting of each other's essence. Thatch could tell by his lover's soft whimpers that he didn't want to break the kiss, but the wolf did anyway. "You didn't answer me, love. Did you enjoy it, for your first time on top? Well, actually, your first time mating..." he chuckled, taking the younger male's chin in his paw and giving him a quick lick on the snout.

Carlen nodded quickly, and leaned in to try to kiss Thatch back, but the wolf pulled away before their lips met. "Ah, ah. Not yet. There will be plenty of time for that in just a moment. But right now...it's time for something else. If you're ready for it, that is," he whispered softly, mustering a half smile of encouragement for the younger male.

He bit his lower lip for a moment, contemplating his options, but thought it wasn't right to bail out on Thatch after he had already given him so much. Carlen nodded again, and this time the wolf allowed him a quick kiss. "Yes, lover. I-I guess I'm ready. I owe you this much, at least. And I'd be honored...if you were to be the first under my tail."

Thatch smiled and gently stroked the side of his lover's face. "You don't owe it to me, lover. It's either something you want to give, or it's not. Don't feel like you're obligated just because of what I've shared with you." The wolf gave Carlen one more kiss before getting up and going to the bathroom quickly. He closed the door out of habit, though he really didn't want Carlen to watch him clean up.

A few minutes later he came back, feeling more comfortable with all the cum and lube cleaned out of his tail hole He found the little fox curled up into a ball, holding one of the pillows tightly. He looked up when Thatch returned and smiled weakly. "It smells like you...it's comforting," he whispered, holding the material to his nose and inhaling deeply.

"Well, now the real thing is back so you don't have to sniff pillows anymore," the wolf joked innocently. The larger male gently climbed into the large bed with his lover, stretching his tired muscles weakly. He quickly glanced at the clock and sighed when it read eleven thirty. But it didn't matter. Today was his last day for business, and he would have to leave tomorrow night, working in just a day of personal time. Little had he intended it to be spent with Carlen, but it's what he expected now. "You up for more, foxy?" he asked softly, wrapping an arm around the fox and pulling him close.

The fox looked up with tired eyes and a smile on his face, nodding gently. "I want to...before the night is up. I mean...after tonight...we might not ever see each other," he started, the realization that this could be a one-night stand finally hitting him, and hitting extremely hard. He started to continue with the bleak assessment of their relationship, but Thatch put a single claw to his lips, silencing him.

Shaking his head, Thatch looked into Carlen's eyes adoringly and spoke softly, "Let's not think of such things now. Unless you're planning on leaving before I wake up, we'll have time to discuss those matters in the morning." The wolf leaned in and kissed Carlen passionately, diving his tongue into the fox's mouth as the smaller male moaned. Slowly, Thatch withdrew from the embrace, wrapping his arms around the fox and laying him down gently onto the soft bed. "Are you ready, lover?"

The youngster nodded shyly, a wave of pleasure, anticipation, and fear traveling through his body when he felt the wolf probe his tail hole again. As easily as the digit slid in and out of him, he knew that they wouldn't need any more lube, even though he was new with such things. The wolf's claw teased and pulled at his insides, and at his puckering ring, drawing out a moan from Carlen's open muzzle.

"Are you ready, lover?" Thatch asked softly, his claw circling the fox's ring teasingly. A low whimper escaped Carlen's muzzle as he nodded, and the wolf leaned in to give the young fox one more reassuring kiss. His brown eyes spoke nothing but comfort and understanding, but Carlen never even saw them. The fox's eyes were shut tight as he felt the weight of the wolf hang over him, and the heat of the pointed cock near his tail hole

Thatch was careful not to crush his lover as he positioned himself over the trembling form. His cock was fully extended from its sheath, the glistening flesh eager to bury itself inside the virgin opening. "Do you want it like this, Carlen? Or would you rather do it in the more traditional sense..." he started, his paw caressing the red cheek.

Carlen's voice was little more than a hushed whisper when he spoke, the excitement and fear clouding his thoughts. "I just want you in me." That was all he could think of, and he felt his body warm up as he blushed. Slowly, but with a steadily growing pace, his tail began to wag, and a wide smile formed on his muzzle. "It doesn't matter. I just want you..." he said, looking up into Thatch's brown eyes and stretching his neck out for their lips to reach each other's.

The wolf complied after a moment, enjoying the teasing he was giving his lover. Their tongues massaged each other's for a minute or two before Thatch broke the kiss once more. "Okay, then. Since it doesn't matter to you," he said, rocking back to his knees and gripping Carlen's thighs gently, flipping the fox onto his paws and knees, " how does this feel?"

All the young male could manage was the nod of his head along with a soft groan as his body trembled. "Please, Thatch. I need you to take me. Make me yours," he said, raising his tail for the wolf's inspection. He wanted to be mated, desiring it before the morning came, and they parted ways. As the wolf's firm paws gripped him once more, Carlen let out a low moan and prepared for the pain of a cock in his ass, but there was none; only the weight of the wolf as he straddled his back.

"Relax. Keep yourself open. Don't clench. If you clench, it will hurt no matter what I do. Just take deep breaths and relax," the wolf cooed into the red furred ear of his lover, licking the backside of it gently. He was giving all the advice he knew to give as his brain was starting to shut down. The hour was growing late, and the day's events were starting to take their toll on him. But he could tell that Carlen wanted this, and he would be sure to give it to him. Slowly, he guided his thick cock to the virgin entrance, the pointed tip spreading the puckering hole gently.

"Ah...oh," Carlen cried as he felt the burning heat of the wolf's cock slightly enter him. He reached out and grabbed one of the pillows, pulling it to him and burying his face into it, biting at the soft material as he was violated. The heat brought enough pain, but as the shaft continued to make its way into him, another sort of pain began to arise. Thatch's cock was far larger than his finger.

"Shhh...shh. I know, love, I know. It hurts so much the first time...but the pain will pass. Listen to my voice, and forget the hurt..." Thatch whispered, stopped his advancement for a moment, letting the fox get used the feeling of a cock inside him. "I know, young one. The pain may feel like nothing else you've ever felt before, but the pleasure you can receive will be worth it. To have your prostate massaged from the inside...there is no other feeling." Thatch was thinking of anything to say that would keep Carlen's attention, trying to not the fox focus on the pain.

In all of his eighteen years, the fox had never felt anything that could compare to the pain he was feeling at the moment. He wanted to believe Thatch's words, but his body told him otherwise, a tear streaming down the side of his face, wetting the orange fur. Another mouthful of the pillow found it's way into Carlen's maw, and he bit down on it savagely, the pain sending him into a slight fit. "Oh lover...it hurts," he whispered, releasing the pillow and turning to look back at the wolf.

Thatch felt almost guilty for bring such pain to his young lover, but Carlen had already confessed himself gay and if he would continue to live that sort of life, he'd come to this type of encounter again. And if he didn't start somewhere, he'd never be ready, and there were some that would never take him as a lover if he didn't perform all of his duties. "Alright, Carlen. We'll stop for a moment. Your tail hole will adjust after a bit, and the pain will subside. Just focus on relaxing yourself, and don't clench." He stopped the advancement of his hips and gently stroked Carlen's back, running his claws through the thick red fur.

The massaging slightly helped the fox to relax, his internal muscles expanding and releasing their tight hold on the wolf cock. He had instinctively tightened up when he was penetrated, and it took all of his willpower to keep from squeezing the wolf out of him. "Thatch..." the fox whispered, slowly lifting his paw and stretching it behind him, reaching out for his lover.

Immediately, the wolf took Carlen's paw in his and stroked it gently, giving it reassuring squeezes. "Just relax, love. The pain won't last long, I promise." He didn't know exactly what Carlen wanted, or needed, to hear, but he would offer anything he could. "Is there anything I can do to help you get through this any easier?" he asked, hoping that the fox wouldn't tell him to pull out.

"S-slow...and gentle. Th-that's all I can ask," the fox whispered, trying his best not to focus on the pain. But with a cock halfway in his tail hole, there was little else grabbing at his attention for the moment. The pillow helped a lot as he took small nips at it in particular moments of tension, and Thatch's paw was also helping to reassure him. He wanted to do this, both for the wolf, and to prove it to himself. But the longer he held the cock inside him, the less he believed he would be able to go through it.

They stayed like that for a long couple of minutes before Thatch felt the fox's muscles relax a little. "Is it starting to get any easier? You've loosened up a bit, love. I can feel it. Has the pain begun to lessen?" His voice was soft and as soothing as he could make it, but he wanted to make sure that Carlen was okay. The second that the fox would ask him to stop, he would without question. But until his lover said those words, he would assume that this is what he still wanted.

A soft whimper worked its way around the pillow stuff in Carlen's muzzle. He hadn't intended on destroying Thatch's pillow, but he had to have something to ease the pain and vent upon, and it was the closest thing that wouldn't break. He could taste the cotton and the feathers, and it made him cough every so often. When a slight break from the pain made itself apparent, Carlen took the opportunity to speak. "Thatch...Thatch. Oh god, it hurts," he whispered, squeezing the wolf's paw with all the strength his arm could produce.

"I know, lover. I know. You're not the first one to experience to this pain, and they made it through, and you are a lot stronger than they are Carlen. I have faith in you." Thatch squeezed the fox's paw reassuringly, but he didn't know what else to do, other than relieve the pain. "Just give the word, and we'll stop," he whispered softly, deep down not wanting the event to end. But it was Carlen's body, and he wouldn't do anything the fox didn't want him to.

The fox shook his head as best he could, still holding on to Thatch's paw. "N-no. I want to. Don-don't stop, lover." Carlen turned his head and rested the side of his face on the spit-soaked pillow, the combination of sweat and saliva causing it to stick to his fur. "Please, Thatch. I want this so badly...but it hurts so much," he whispered, a notable tear dotting his eye. A small whimper escaped his throat, but it was silenced when the wolf's paw stroked the side of his face.

It hurt him to see Carlen in such pain, but he also couldn't stand not to give his lover what he wanted. "You know...that I love you...don't you, Carlen?" Thatch whispered. It felt weird to say such words, but for some reason, it also felt natural...like he was meant to say it. "I think I love you," he repeated softly, slowly beginning to pull his hips away. But before his cock was pulled from the fox's rear, an orange paw reached out for him and pulled him back down on top of the smaller fur.

Carlen was in shock. He'd never heard those words before, at least not directed towards him, and he didn't know what to do or say. For a moment, the rest of the world seemed to disappear, and all he knew was his wolf lover saying those words again. He loves me? No one has ever said that before...not even mom... "Thatch...do you mean that? Say it again if you do," he whimpered, the pain beginning to return to his conscious thought.

The wolf hesitated for a moment, but as he looked down at the young fur beneath him, he knew it was real. "I...love you, Carlen. I do." His voice was little more than a whisper, but the fox heard every word of it. Without even realizing it at first, Thatch started blushing. It had been a long time since he'd truly fallen in love, and it had ended in heartbreak. But he wasn't going to bring up painful memories at such an intimate moment.

A soft moan escaped the fox's muzzle as he gently pushed back against his lover. Hearing those words served more than to soften his heart. It also helped turn him on. "Thank you, Thatch. I love you...too. But please...fuck me. Please," he muttered, smiling up at Thatch. A fuck with love involved was more erotic than he ever thought it could be, and his lust quickly rose up out of the pain, driving him now. He began to push back with his hips, wanting more of the hot wolf cock inside of him.

"Well...that seems to have done a bit for your eagerness. But I want you to know...I meant it," Thatch said softly, smiling down at the smaller male. "Now...you wanted a good fucking, and I'm willing to give it to you. Just relax..." With that, he began to push his hips forward again, forcing more of his hard cock into the fox's tight tail hole

Carlen couldn't suppress the sharp cry that escaped his muzzle, but he signaled the wolf to continue. He wanted it bad enough that no amount of pain would make him stop. "Take me, wolfie, please. Fuck me..." he groaned, feeling another couple of inches sink into his warm flesh. His tail hole was stretched further than it ever had been before, and despite the pain that shot through his bowels, he was incredibly turned on.

Thatch started to laugh at his lover's bold statement, but it turned into a soft moan as he felt his cock being embraced by the warm flesh. Carlen's ass held him tightly, and the bushy tail wrapped around him lovingly, pulling him into the warmth of the fox's body. "Oh, little foxy...you're so warm...and tight," he panted, shoving his hips forward again, plowing his pointed cock into his lover's rear forcefully. But Carlen never asked him to stop, so he didn't.

Oh gods...Thatch was right. After the first pain...it feels so good, he thought to himself silently, the sensations of the cock rubbing his insides driving him to new heights of pleasure. He could feel the veins pulsing along Thatch's cock, the small bumps and ridges of the flesh against his caused his own cock to stir once more, but he didn't dare move; he didn't want to do anything to ruin the moment.

After a long moment of tension, and a few moments of uncertainty, the wolf finally managed to get his entire length inside of his lover. "Oh...Carlen," he gasped, the warmth and tightness finally taking it's toll on him. "You feel so good on my cock. I think I'll keep you here forever," he whispered teasingly, slowly leaning over and kissing the back of the fox's head. He kept his nose there for a moment and inhaled deeply of the smaller fur's scent, the smell of sex urging him on. "Are you ready?" he asked in a feral tone.

With a nod of the head, Carlen signed away his virginity, and gave his love over to the wolf. "Fuck me, my beautiful wolf. I want to feel your alpha seed fill me up..." he grunted, wiggling his hips slightly, causing both of them to moan. "S-sorry," he whispered, the intense sensation causing him to stuttered a little.

"Shh...it's okay. Just take it easy, and I'll grant you what you want, my dear mate." Mate? Am I really willing to take it that far? He's so young... Thatch thought just after the words escaped his lips. But he didn't bother to correct himself. If Carlen returned the love he felt, then it would lead to such a union that they could call each other mate. But he was in no position to debate within his own mind; the fox was waiting. Slowly, and with all the tenderness and care he could possibly muster, he withdrew his length and pushed it back into the youngster's tight ass.

A low and stifled cry escaped Carlen's muzzle as he buried his face in the pillow. He had loosened up quite considerably, but it was still painful to have a large cock reaming him out. "Oh, Thatch..." he whimpered, knowing that this is what he wanted, but also considering asking his lover to stop. No. Finish it. Prove to him that you can do it. More so, prove it to yourself. The determination he felt inside was all it took, and he worked hard to silence himself, trying to show some strength.

Thatch noticed this, and he gently stroked the fox's back. "If it hurts, don't feel ashamed to cry. Or if it feels good, for that matter." He continued to force his cock into the tight opening, the muscular cavity squeezing him gently, causing him to moan loudly. "If it makes...any difference," he panted softly, "you sure as hell feel good, Carlen. Just...wanted you to know that." Thatch was trying hard to keep control of himself, doing his best not to go feral on the young fox, but it was very hard when presented with such a sexy body.

Slowly, a smile formed on Carlen's muzzle as he realized what his lover had said. Pleasing the wolf was all he wanted to do, and whatever measures he had to take to do so, he would. "Yessss..." he hissed, feeling the pointed tip brush against his prostate, "it does...feels so good," he muttered, the new sensations stimulating him more than ever. Thatch was right. There was nothing else like having his prostate massaged...and he closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensations.

Won't be able to last much...longer. Thatch thought, despite how much he wanted it to. Such a tight rear was a blessing, but a curse at the same time. "Carlen..." he groaned loudly as he pulled out and sunk into the warm chasm once more, "I'm not gonna last...love. You're too good," The wolf chuckled softly and began to run his paws over his lover's soft furred chest, teasing the fox. He wanted Carlen to enjoy it, and he seemed to be, but Thatch also didn't want it to seem that he was only using his body. "Hold on, little foxy."

With little warning, Carlen didn't have time to prepare, and he let out a yip as he felt himself being pulled up, and then backwards. It didn't take but a moment for him to realize what was happening. He was pulled up into a sitting position, the wolf cock still buried deep within him, but now he was resting in Thatch's lap. Two large, grey furred legs were on either side of him, and Carlen took the opportunity to plant his hind paws into the bed in front of him. It would allow him to help lift himself up, but it would also keep him from crushing Thatch's shaft or sac. A small chuckle from behind caught his attention, but held it for only a second as the large pole in his rear pushed forward again, drawing out another short cry from his muzzle.

"You seemed to like being on top before, and this way, you still are," the wolf teased, wrapping his arms around the fox's middle and hugging him tightly as he continued to pound his hot ass. One of Thatch's paws began to work on the fox's full sheath again, slightly surprising him that his lover would be ready for a third round already. "We'll take care of this later..." he whispered, feeling the familiar tension in his thighs, and knowing he was about to cum.

Carlen counted three thrusts in this new position before he felt something new and incredible. It was the sensation of being filled up with hot cum. It was so intense that for a moment he thought his insides were on fire, but it lasted only for a moment. After the initial jet of wolf seed, he slowly began to adjust to the temperature. "Oh, oh godssss..."

A grimace of pleasure formed on Thatch's face as he filled his bitch with his seed. "Ah, oh, Carlen...I love you!" he moaned loudly, his words quickly turning into a low howl, reverberating off the walls of the hotel room. It was so loud that it made Carlen cover his ears with his paws.

The howl lasted for a good five minutes, as well as Thatch's orgasm, all the while filling the fox with his hot seed. He didn't dare force his knot into his lover, as the fox wasn't anywhere near ready for that yet, and the excess cum began to leak out and flow over his knot and balls, causing him to orgasm even harder.

When he finally came down from his hormonal high, Thatch was sweating profusely, and panting just as badly. "That was...too good...to be real..." he panted, holding his lover to his chest tightly. "Thank you for that, Carlen," he whispered after cooling down. His cock was beginning to shrink, wanting to retreat back into its sheath, but first, he needed to pull out of the fox. And when he finally did, the pair was bathed in a wave of cum and sweat, soaking the bed sheet and their fur. Thatch smile sheepishly at the amount. "It's been awhile..." he started, but Carlen silenced him with a lick to the nose.

"Don't make excuses, love. That was too great to apologize for." His words were sincere, but he had a little trouble getting them out as the realization hit him that it was over. The wolf's appetite was sated, and he had proven to himself that he could mate with a male. But what would happen now? Thatch said that he loved him, but what exactly did that mean.

Thatch noticed the suddenly sullen expression on the fox's face, and reached out to put a paw on his shoulder. "Love? What's wrong? Are you...having regrets?" he asked, fearful that the answer was 'yes'. He was slightly relieved when Carlen softly shook his head, but he still wanted to know what was bothering his lover. "Then what is it? Something's wrong: that much I can tell. Talk to me, lover."

Carlen shook his head softly again, afraid to say what his heart was thinking. But a gentle paw on his shoulder broke him, and he buried his face in Thatch's chest. "I don't want to lose you. It's done, and tomorrow...we'll part, and I'll never see you again." Silent tears began to form in his eyes, and he blinked them away, letting them fall onto Thatch's dark grey fur.

"Is that what this is about? Us separating? Carlen," he whispered, taking the smaller male's chin in his paw and turning his gaze to meet his own, "I'm not gonna leave you. Not now. Not ever. I want you with me. Do you understand?" he asked softly, trying his best to smile when the fox's eyes went wide. "Come home. Come back with me. We can be together...for the rest of our lives..."

It sounded too good to be true, but he didn't want to question it. He wanted it to be true, and he feared that a lack of faith would bring it down. Slowly, he nodded, returning the smile that the wolf had given him. "If you'll have me, Thatch... I'd like to be your mate...please," he whispered, but was silenced with a single finger to his lips.

"You didn't have to ask. You never did, Carlen." The wolf smiled once more and lustfully leaned in to kiss his mate, his lupine tongue diving into the fox's mouth, stroking the smaller tongue and sharp teeth. They stayed there for several long minutes, holding and comforting each other, reveling in the love they had found, until Thatch broke away. "Now c'mon. Let's get you cleaned up. Tomorrow...things are gonna be a lot different for both of us." He took his younger mate's paw gently and led him towards the shower, where they consummated their love again before returning to the bedroom where they fell asleep in each other's arms.

The End?