Part Two: Forgive and Forget... and Repeat
#2 of An Unusual Pack
Hello again, Aaidin here to share another day in my life with you. I suppose this has become sort of a journal for me, telling these stories over and over again. I've really loosened up a lot lately, and I really don't have much inhibition when talking about things like my sex life anymore. As you could probably tell by my actions in the previous story, I was a timid little wolf. Just about everything set my fur standing on edge and I was always, ALWAYS nervous. I suppose I'm really not too much different now than I was then, perhaps if anything I've grown up a bit. Yeah, I know what you're thinking... "But Aaidin, you'll be 24 in a few months, you ARE grown up!"
That's about as far from the truth as a sentence can stray, and let me tell you why. I went into detail about my family, and I'll tell you again that any love that was present remained doubted in my mind and my heart. I'm not going to repeat any of the specifics, but I think it's safe to say that I do NOT trust anyone in my immediate family except my dad. I think my dad is just as confused as I am when it comes to this family of ours. My mom used him for his money, or so she wouldn't have to just go back to her mom's house (and in her defense I don't blame her -- my grandmother's a mean old hag of a gray wolf).
Now that I think about it, I believe the biggest wound was formed by the continuous abuse from my older sister. She and I are four and a half years apart, and we ALWAYS fought. Sibling rivalry, you say? No, not in the least bit. My sister's a bitch (figuratively and literally, ha!), and all of my fights were done defensively. It was her goal in life to completely dominate me in every aspect of my life. When I was just a pup, she used to snap at me when I wouldn't let her tie my pants strings (the ones in back that hold your pants up over your tail). I always wanted to do everything myself, but she just wouldn't have it. What's worse was her morality... GOD. My sister is a TOTAL prude. If she knew what happened to me that night at my "friend"'s apartment, I would never hear the end of it. Oh, and if she knew I'd actually enjoyed it... I think she'd kill me. You think I'm exaggerating? She would LITERALLY kill me. Okay, okay, she'd try to kill me. I'm much bigger than she is now, and I'm supposed to be short for a wolf.
Anyway, so basically my sister's over-inflated sense of prudish morality was forced onto me, and I grew up with it. I think that's where most of my inner-conflict is coming from now, more than anywhere else. Sure, I'm a very lonely wolf but at the same time my brain just doesn't accept the fact that my body enjoyed that night out of town. I want to believe it, and I want to accept it, but it just isn't that easy. Also, the fact that the events of the night were forced on me is still a thorn in my side as well. I can't begin to describe how hurt I was by that. But...
I woke up the next morning stiff and aching. The position I'd been forced into last night wasn't the most comfortable of them. Granted I had a pair of strong shoulders to hold me up, I much would've preferred to take what happened lying down. My back was sore from being bent over for so long, my jaw was sore from having Dan's monster stuck in it for longer than I care to recall. My brain wishes I'd bitten him, and then contradicts itself and realizes that wouldn't have been the best idea considering that I was drastically outnumbered by his little "pack." Likewise, my body had disagreed with my brain on that number because I was too busy enjoyed the larger wolf's muzzle. Wow... just thinking about that muzzle again...
In spite of the ache of my body, the shower had felt real nice when I got home. Believe you me, that shower-head went immediately to the massage setting, and I used it to thoroughly clean my back-end. The hot water did wonders for the lingering soreness (if ANY of you have been through what I went through, you'll know what I mean by "lingering soreness"). Even with the white wolf being so gentle with his intrusion, I'm willing to bet the fact that I (sigh) WAS a virgin probably didn't help. Oh, don't get me wrong, I liked that part, too. Physically, I had enjoyed every aspect of the previous night and wow, while I sure was uncomfortable now... I guess it's a lot like when you go out drinking and get smashed. You have all kinds of fun that night, but you wake up feeling like hell in the morning. In the end, though, it was all worth it.
Anyway, the next morning I did awaken to being stiff and sore. "Stiff" took on a whole new meaning when I tried to sit up. Oh, I noticed it all right -- I was hard as a pup looking at his first taste of pornography, only harder. My paw acted before my brain or my body and grasped it firmly, stroking it all the way up and down the shaft. I went limp in the bed and committed what seemed like an hour to relieving the "erection to end all erections". Whatever I dreamed about I may never know, but it sure must've been hot. It's always the awesome dreams you never remember, you know? I'll remember a nightmare like the night before, but not the one bit of relief I get when I get home and finally manage to sleep. I don't know, maybe the fact that I was able to sleep at ALL is remarkable enough.
But wow, my paw never felt so good against my bulging wolfhood. Within a few moments I'd coated my length with pre-cum and was going to town on it. I didn't care, honestly, how good it felt or anything -- I just wanted the erection to go away. And you know, if it wasn't bad enough waking with a stiffy like that, the doorbell just HAD to ring before I finished. I ignored it at first, but it rang again twice -- one ring after the other. "O, cruel hand of fate bestow upon me thy mercy and just let me finish!" I screamed out. Thrice more the doorbell rang, and I gave up. I scrambled out of bed and pulled on a pair of boxers along with some jeans and a T-shirt. I took a moment to look down and noticed the enormous bulge in my pants. I never hated being a wolf until that moment -- my knot was fully swollen, and it was obvious.
It couldn't be helped, though. I gave up trying to cover it up and went to answer the door. Oh, you know what though? I REALLY hoped it was one of those religion lackeys that go door-to-door to try to convert people. I was not in the mood to listen to a lecture about how I am supposedly going to hell for my sins. "I swear, if it's one of them... I'm going to tell them my name is Lucifer, and then I'll just drop my pants and finish this off right in front of them. I'll go to jail for it, but it'd be worth it just to see the look on their..." my thoughts trailed off when I opened the door.
In the doorway stood, not a religion lackey, but the large wolf whose muzzle I'd blown my load in the night before. My eyes went wide with disbelief -- how did this guy know where I live?! It came to me shortly afterward, though. I'd given excellent directions to my house to Dan the day before when we agreed to meet. If Dan didn't tell him where I lived, then the directions were certainly still logged on his computer. My brain was horrified, my body was "hornified" (is this a word?), and my heart skipped a few beats.
"Aaidin," the large wolf spoke, "please give me a chance to speak. I uhm... did I interrupt something?" His words were confusing to me at first until I caught his gaze. Oh, I KNEW I couldn't hide that knot of mine, and he saw it within the first minute of my door being opened. I suppose I shouldn't be embarrassed, since he's seen it up close and personal.
Regardless, "a chance to speak," he said. Much like the chance I didn't get when he carried me off into that bedroom the night before. Real cute. However, I'll admit that this was the first time I'd ever heard the wolf speak. His voice wasn't gruff at all like I was expecting (if you could only see the guy, you'd know what I mean, he's absolutely a giant). My brain had already worked out a stereotype for the guy -- deep and gruff voice, rude manners, bully-ish, lewd. Oh, his voice was deep all right but... it was very calm. He almost sounded mournful. I tell you what though, this is where I started arguing with myself again. My brain wanted to slam the door in his face, my body wanted to invite the guy inside, and my heart wanted to let him speak. My heart won the debate.
"What do YOU want?" I shouted the question out with much rage and anger. I couldn't believe it, but he winced. This enormous wolf standing in my doorway winced when I yelled. Believe me when I tell you that made me feel bad.
"I... uhm... wanted to apologize," he sighed loudly after he said it, then looked down at the doorstep. "I have a lot to tell you, actually, but--" I interrupted him, and I had a good reason to, too.
"Are the others with you?" You know I had to ask. This wolf was a part of a pack, and packs almost never separate. Chances are that if he's here by himself, he was kicked out. I can't see why, though; damn he made me feel good last night. Well, the white wolf did too, but this guy's efforts didn't cause a bit of pain. Anyway, when the big guy shook his head, I took the liberty of looking around outside. That's when I noticed that the only car in my driveway was mine. "How did you get here?"
"I took the bus," he answered and shrugged. "The others don't know I'm here; they're out of town for the rest of the day. I kinda felt bad about last night, so I wanted to talk to you."
Aww... isn't that cute. The big guy has feelings. Funny how my feelings weren't respected the night before, but now I'm expected to respect his. Oh well, this is just another one of those times when I went to war with myself. My brain still wanted to slam the door in my face, and my body desperately wanted to bring the wolf into my bedroom. Thankfully (I think), my heart stood victorious over the other two.
"Well, I don't have anything else to do today, so let me give you a ride home." You need to look at the whole picture here. This guy lives 180 miles away from me. He rode a bus (that's 3.5 hours, since bus drivers are slow as hell), all the way over here just to apologize. They have my phone number, so he could've just called, or he could've just used the messenger service. No, this guy spent money on bus fare and road for three and a half hours just to apologize. You know what, I think he's sincere, and I can't let effort like that go unnoticed. I'm just too compassionate.
He nodded, so I went to grab up my car keys and wallet. He didn't step into my house while I looked around for the two necessities, and that surprised me. Surprised? No, it worried me. His scent wouldn't be in the house, and thus if something were to "happen" to me they wouldn't know where to look. This would also explain not calling and not messaging, and even not driving. "Why didn't you drive here?" I had to ask it, but I waited until we got in the car and were on the road.
"I don't have a car," he admitted, "Terry's been giving me a ride to work. Uhm... Terry's the white-furred one. My name's Bay." Unusual name, I realized. Then again, who am I to talk? You ever meet anyone named Aaidin? I think it has celtic origins, but honestly I'm not sure. I don't even know what it means. Hell, I don't even know if my parents pronounced it right when they gave it to me. Regardless, I guess I'm glad I have the name I do. It's really hard to twist it into something else - you know like how the kids always do at school. It was nice having a name no one could make fun of.
"Look, I'm really sor--"
"Skip it," I interrupted him again. Perhaps I was a bit rude, but I think I had a right to be. I mean, how many people have you ever gone this far for someone AFTER they took advantage of you the way they did me? Seriously, I think he apologized enough to make his point after the first time. I think the guy was really nervous about the way I drive. I guess he'd never rode in the car of a pizza delivery guy before.
"So... you must deliver pizzas," he said. "Your car smells wonderfully of pizza." He chuckled a little. Funny, I'd never noticed. I suppose I got so used to the scent that I just never notice it anymore. It works the same way with scent glands, you know. You can never smell your own scent; sometimes I often wonder what mine smells like, but I guess I'll never know.
"I suppose it does. You could probably tell by the way I drive, too," the admittance wasn't really necessary, I suppose. Generally, I'm not leaving out any details of conversation. They're not very important, but it'll just help to give a better feeling for the way things turned out. Well, either that or I'm just rambling.
After that, we didn't talk for the first half of the trip. I was too angry, and I think he was too nervous. An hour went by with only the sounds of the road, Bay's heavy breathing, and my occasional (and very quiet) growls. About thirty minutes of silence had been all I could stand, and I flipped on the radio. That hadn't lasted long, since there really aren't any good stations BETWEEN cities. Also, the fact that the landscape was mountainous between my city and Bay's really didn't help for receiving radio waves. That's what CDs are for, I suppose. I popped a random one into the CD player and soon heard the wondrous sound of distortion guitar and lyrics that NO ONE can understand.
It only took thirty minutes before Bay finally spoke, and his first words begged me to turn it off. Haha, I thought, I win! Although, I swear I could've seen him nodding his head to the beat throughout the entire thirty minutes I'd listened that CD. I even thought I heard his deep voice humming along with the intricate bass lines of some of the songs.
"I'm sorry," he said. I got the feeling that his new apology had nothing to do with the night before. "That music reminds me of someone I don't like." Was that a whimper I heard? Wow, this hulking giant of a wolf was pretty sensitive, but strangely enough he wasn't effeminate at all. He seemed like the kinda guy a lady would drool over. He was strong, he was very masculine, and I admit, he's got a nice singing voice. I'm sure the fact that Bay was homosexual turned a lot of women off when it came to relationships.
"Need to talk?" I asked, finally turning the music down. I think that, deep down inside, I'd forgiven Bay. It was easier to forgive him, though, since he was the one that sucked me off the night before. Oh, I'll never, EVER forget how wonderful that felt. And I'm sure you're wondering if I'll ever stop mentioning it in my stories. I'm sorry, but it's a memory that's been lingering in my head a lot lately.
"It's... rather odd how Terry, Dan, and I came to meet," he began what I figured would be a long-winded speech; the kind the villain says to the hero right before he gets foiled. "I uhm... I used to be quite a bully. I used to listen to music like that," he paused and pointed at the CD player in my car, "and it only made me feel meaner. I wasn't always like that. I have an older brother that, well, didn't take my presence in the family very well. I was his punching bag, and it was easy for him to just keep hitting me when I didn't fight back. My fur always hid the bumps and bruises, and he'd threatened to make it worse if I told on him... He was bigger than me, and I was scared to death of him. I had a lot of pent up rage and... I took it out on people at school."
Oh, I knew all about pent up rage. I've had a whole hell of a lot of it aimed at my sister ever since I was a pup. I don't know why it never comes up and rears its ugly head. I guess I'm just submissive by nature, much like the giant sitting in my passenger seat. I suppose he and I really weren't that much different after all. Well, my sister wasn't necessarily physically abusive... more so morally.
"I did all of it... taking lunch money, beating up the geeks. I even did swirlies to some of the smaller beasts," he chuckled at his use of the word "beast." It was a little odd hearing HIM call someone a beast. "Well, it was Terry's turn one day. I planned on sticking his head in the toilet much like I've done to many others. But I didn't get the chance... Terry just laughed, and then he embraced me right in the boy's bathroom. 'Look, Bay,' he said to me in that girly voice of his, 'you don't have to take out your problems on other people here. We have enough of our own. Why don't you just be yourself?' You'd never expect words like that to work on a bully, but they did. I just started crying right there, and all he did was pat me on the back. He uhm... introduced me to Dan, and the three of us have been best pals ever since."
Just a moment though, I love the way he describes his relationship between himself, Terry, and Bay as "friendship." As preposterous as I found that to sound, I decided not to bring it up. Friendship usually doesn't involve sexual relations, right? Or was it just because I'd been raised by a prude?
"One day, I uhm... walked in on Dan pawing off. He had a pad wedged up under his tail by the time I walked in, and I was pretty aroused by it. I ended up joining in, and then Terry of all people walked in on the two of us with Dan's dick stuck up my ass. Within thirty seconds, Terry joined in on the fun -- hell, we KNEW he was gay. Well, ever since then, we've just been our own little pack."
Sorry to interrupt your reading again, but I just wanted to point something out. You've probably noticed that I never use the words "dick" and "ass" when I'm talking, or even typing. I absolutely hate those words, and I have no idea why. They just make my fur stand on end. Anyway, back to the story. I asked, "So you're a pack, who's the alpha?"
"We're not your typical pack, if you didn't notice," he chuckled. "We don't have an alpha. We see each other as complete equals, and there's a lot of love and respect between us. We're more like a group of very loyal and very... uhm... intimate friends. But that's not the point I rode that bus all the way out here to make."
"Oh, so you didn't ride all the way to my house just to apologize?" Finally, the truth was coming out. I knew he was up to something, and that bothered me. I may have forgiven Bay deep down inside, but the other two still had some explaining to do. Over all, I wasn't sure if I wanted to keep in touch with any of them, and I was thinking of suggesting to my mom that we just move so they won't know where I live anymore.
"No, that was a large part of it though. Aaidin, that whole time you knew Dan... I was there. It may have violated the contract of his on-line game, but I played his characters, too. Remember that time when you logged on, and you went to Dan and you were crying at the computer?"
Oh, I remembered that all right. I'd just gotten home from that "vacation" where I went to go visit my sister with my mom. Oh man, after that, I officially renounced any family ties with my sister. Let me put things into perspective... She lives a day's drive away (even if I'm the one driving). Needless to say, there was no way I'd get away with not driving some of the distance. My mom ended up driving most of it though, considering I got pulled over for speeding within an hour of taking the wheel. In that region, you do NOT want to get pulled over for speeding. I picked up a ticket for doing 85mph in a 75mph zone -- ten mph over the limit. How much was the ticket? $172. I shit you not, a hundred seventy-two freakin' dollars. What's worse, my mom (who was driving ten over as a MINIMUM, mind you) refused to help me pay the ticket. She was just as guilty as I was, I was just the one who got caught! Gee, can you feel the love?
Then, my mom and I had arrived at my sister's house. Oh, she's married by the way, and I pity the fool who married her. He's about to be stuck with her for the next fifty years of his life (I say I'm submissive, but my brother-in-law is like a pack beta, he's everyone's bitch). Regardless, I always enjoy visiting my brother-in-law. We have so much in common, it's scary -- same music, video games, same sense of humor... you name it. Anyway, the minute I walk in the door, my sister starts up with the same old control patterns. She tries to push me around and I resist. What does my mom do to help me? Nothing. She just lets it happen, right in front of her own muzzle! I spent the entire time in the room I used while I was there, and I locked the door tight. Can you feel the love in my family?
Well, when I got home, I was pretty distraught. I logged onto the on-line game immediately and went crying to the first shoulder that presented itself. I thought it was Dan, but...
"Well, it was me you talked to, not Dan. Dan didn't even know I was on the computer at that time, and he didn't know that whole event even happened until I told him about it recently. I felt bad for you, and I tried to help... I related to your situation a lot, with you and your sister. That's when Dan and I talked and... well... Aaidin, we want you in our pack. That's why Dan invited you to meet with him at his apartment. You and me relate to each other so much, and Terry and Dan have helped me get over my family's issues. We want to do the same thing for you. We all love you, you know?"
It seems a common theme when I'm talking to completely pause the story. So WAIT! Remember what I said when I was describing myself in the first section of the story? "I think, though, what I really wanted more than anything else was 'love.'" Yeah, that's it. Bay's words hit a deep nerve when he said that. I could feel my eyes watering, but I blinked it away so I could continue driving without getting the two of us killed. I could only hope that Bay wouldn't notice I was on the verge of bawling. My heart had begun to beat so fast, I thought it was gonna explode.
"Our pack... Aaidin, it's wonderful. There's no hatred or bickering, no lying or pretending. There's no dominance or submission. You don't have to worry about one of us trying to control your life, and you don't have to wonder whether we REALLY love you or not, or if we're just saying it. When Dan and I talked with Terry, it was unanimous; we all wanted to meet you. We all wanted you with us, and the feelings didn't change after you left. You're so much like I used to be, but you're so much more compassionate than I was. Aaidin, we could do a LOT of good for y--"
"... Shut up..." Wow, I had never expected those words to come out of my muzzle. Another war began as silence invaded and conquered the conversation. My heart, my brain, and my body were at it again. My brain pleaded with my heart and my body for reason; my heart was crying and it desperately wanted to join the pack. My body was in agreement with my heart for its own reasons, if you know what I mean. My brain crawled into the back of my head and began arguing with itself. Eventually, all three parts of me were in agreement.
"I'm sorry... that was rude of me," I actually apologized. Suddenly, Bay was no longer a rapist and instead was my friend. By the time I'd managed to push the apology out of my muzzle, we'd already pulled up to the pack's apartment building. I stayed in the car, leaving it running at first as Bay unbuckled his seatbelt and got out. Yeah, you know it, I turned off the car and stepped out myself. I heard both of our doors close, and he walked around the car to look me in the eyes.
"Aaidin, thanks, for giving us this chance," he said. Taking a glance around the parking lot, he added, "They're not back yet, so it'll just be you and me up there. You want to talk a bit more? I bet you have a lot to say..."
That was an understatement. I did have a lot to say. Over all, though, I wish I'd never left the apartment in the first place. I wish I'd listened to Dan when he pleaded with me to stay, but I just couldn't do it. My brain had overruled my heart and my body, and I think my brain finally gave in to reason. Had they not been gentle the night prior? I even admitted to myself that very morning that the only reason my back-end ached was because I was a virgin. That would probably never be an issue again, especially not if this trip were going to be a regular one.
Sore or not, I walked into the apartment again. The smell of three wolves' scents assaulted my nose; however, I was no longer wary of it. No, it had become comforting to me. Oh, did I ever love those scents now, knowing that these three wolves would welcome me with open arms into their pack. I longed for it, for the time when Dan and Terry would get back to the apartment. I wanted to see them again, more than I've ever wanted to see anyone again.
My train of dreams was interrupted, much to my surprise, when Bay tossed his arms around me and pulled me close to him. My muzzle was buried against his furry chest (I don't remember hearing him take his shirt off, but I guess he did). His scent filled my nose; I was finally able to differentiate between his scent and the others. It was all too much for my heart to withdraw itself from, and I lost control. I started bawling out all of the tears I'd held back in the car on the way here.
Those strong arms held me firmly, and the warm embrace brought me a sense of security I never though I'd have. I felt like someone could point a gun at the back of my head and pull the trigger, and somehow those strong arms would stop the bullet from splattering my brains against his chest. Oh, and you know what's funny? Immediately after I thought that, the giant wolf placed a paw over the back of my head to comfort me. It was such a coincidence, but it only made me cry harder into that soft, white chest fur of his.
This was heaven, and I was dead. It was the only explanation right? No, you're wrong. This was life, and it was the path I was about to roam. This was to be my new life; finally, I would be granted the happiness I'd always, ALWAYS, longed for. Over the course of the next hour, I spat out everything that was bothering me, and none of it had anything to do with the pack. It was all "my mother" this and "my sister" that. Then it hit me... maybe THAT'S why I'm gay. Just look at the women in my life, and you'd wonder how I ever could've been straight? I realized right then and there that the only real love I ever received in my family was from my dad and my brother-in-law. There's no way I'd have ever managed a relationship with a woman, especially not when the pack was so much more real...
Finally, I slipped out of his warm and loving embrace and looked at his tear-soaked chest fur. "Oh wow," I whimpered, "I'm really sorry about that..."
"Don't apologize," he smiled back at me, "you needed to cry, and that's why I'm here. None of us will ever turn you away when you need to cry, Aaidin."
"I don't understand," I paused for a few moments. Bay patiently waited for me to continue. "Aren't three wolves enough for a pack? Why did you decide to bring in another wolf? Were you not content?" The question had lingered on my mind ever since the three thirds of me came into agreement before I'd even gotten out of my car. Honestly, what can four wolves do that three wolves cannot?
"We were content," he admitted. He placed a paw between my ears and ran it down the back of my head. "We WERE content, until Dan and I met you in that on-line game. As time passed, we began to feel as though something were missing. When we talked to Terry about you, he understood how we felt; he wanted to meet you too. And after last night, Terry was no longer content, either. Now, Aaidin, we need you just as much as we need each other."
I loved him, and I admit it. My heart, mind, and body all agreed; I wanted more. He could see it in my eyes, so he took my paw in his and led me down the hallway to his bedroom -- the same one I'd been in the night before. I was surprised by its cleanliness; it must've taken all night to clean it after the "love" that was shared in there. Oh, but there was that lingering scent that I knew all too well; the scent of aroused male wolf. I basked in it and loved it, and before I knew it I'd taken off every article of clothing I'd brought with me.
Bay fell to his knees in front of me, and I felt that wonderful muzzle slide down my wolfhood once again. That was a pleasure I would never have the willpower to refuse; no, and I tell you I may never stop bringing that up. I love that wolf, and his muzzle only makes my body agree with my heart. "Bay... god... I love you..." I muttered as he performed his skill on my naked skin. I could feel my pre-cum running freely from the tip of my cock, and I wanted nothing more than to watch his paw grasp the base of the shaft and milk the slippery fluid out. Unfortunately for me, my head involuntarily tilted back so my tongue could hang limp out of my open maw. I felt the hand let go, and the muzzle went all the way down my wolfhood. As I said a few paragraphs back, this was heaven.
I never wanted him to stop. I wouldn't have cared if I climaxed ten times, I'd have still wanted more. The warmth of his breath and the love of his tongue complimented each other, and it made my meat throb with every bobbing motion he made. Regrettably, all good things must come to an end. I didn't expect him to stop before I came, however, and I ended up placing both of my paws on the back of his head, trying my hardest to push him back down. He was too strong for me, and he removed my cock from the warm sanctuary of his muzzle, then slid his tongue all the way up the length of it. That alone sent a pleasurable shudder all the way up my spine.
I was finally able to look down, and I found that my naked flesh looked just as it had when I woke up that morning, only now it was covered with the slick mixture of my pre-cum and Bay's saliva. "That ought to do it," he said, smiling up at me. He walked over to the bed and laid down on it. He lay so that his entire tail hung off of the long end of the bed, then he pulled his knees up against his chest and spread his legs apart.
Only one word comes to mind when I try to describe the position he'd taken. He looked absolutely adorable. Here was this giant of a wolf laying prostrate before me, his tail wagging enthusiastically (and with a very, very funny and playful look on his face) as he displayed his parts for me. The invitation was open, and I understood what he'd done. Looking down at my own wolfhood again, I realized just how slick it was. All of that wonderful sensation only occurred to lube me up for the real action.
Oh, I was nervous all right. This was the first time I'd ever taken this sexual role. I approached him warily and rested the tip of my cock against his tight tail hole. "I've... never done this before..." I said, sighing. I was positive Bay had more experience with this than I did, and I wanted him to share it. Honestly, I didn't want to hurt him.
"Just, take it easy, and be gentle. It'll take a little bit of effort to work it in, but--" Yeah, I cut him off. It wasn't intentional; the wolf gritted his teeth suddenly as I pushed it in. Too much effort, looking back, but so I was clumsy! It was my first time after all. Well, I'd gotten the first few inches in and just stood there waiting for more instructions. "Okay," he said with a slightly forced exhale, "just go slowly at first, work it all the way in, up to the hilt."
It's that time again - time that I mention Bay's wonderful muzzle. Well, it's a comparison now, and it's lacking. I never thought I'd have admitted it, but Bay's insides were so warm against my exposed flesh. The feeling of his passage resisting yet giving way as I slid my length all the way in was wonderful. I did indeed take it slow, and Bay's wincing became less and less as I made it all the way in. You know, now that I think about it, Bay's warmth reminded me of something I used to enjoy doing all the time. You know, right after you take your laundry out of the drier and you grab up that hot pair of briefs, and slide it on... Nice and snug, the warmth just seeps right in... Uhm, I don't know where that came from. Back to the story.
I waited a few moments and enjoyed his warmth as I waited for him to adjust to me. I remembered that much from last night when Terry had gotten under my tail. I think that was when I realized that I really was gay, and it didn't bother me in the least bit. I'd been pretty insecure for a long time, but at that point I knew the truth; it was a very relieving moment.
With his clenching as a cue, I slowly pulled my length most of the way out, then worked it back in. My job was pretty straight-forward, but I couldn't help thinking there was something more I should be doing. Oh, that came to me soon enough, and Bay didn't even suggest a thing. I glanced down at this package and watched it throb with each clench, and I knew what I wanted to do. I grabbed his cock firmly in my paw, then leaned forward and buried it in my muzzle. I got most of it in before the tip pushed into my throat, and I figured that was a good place to stop for depth. As I held him firmly in my mouth, I rolled my eyes upward and looked at the large wolf. Each of his paws squeezed the life out of a different pillow, his fists clenching along with his tail-hole in the slow and tantalizing rhythm of my gentle thrusts. I always felt embarrassed when I let my tongue fall out of my muzzle at times like this, but when I looked up and saw him doing the same thing I realized how adorable it is. Another of my insecurities blew out the window for good.
Finally, I started bobbing my muzzle up and down his wolfhood. My tongue acted on a will of its own, sliding quickly along the underside of his shaft. You know, I remember talking with another friend over the internet who said he hated giving head, that it was disgusting. I think he's crazy, because I really enjoyed doing it for Bay. I think part of it could simply be that I felt as though I were paying him back for the wonderful treatment I'd gotten the night before. Oh, I knew I had to be doing a good job just based on Bay's reaction. He was clenching a lot more often now, and I got the feeling it wasn't voluntary. It was almost like a reward system -- the better I did at sucking him off, the harder and more frequently he clenched his tail-hole on my intruding member. Of course, that wasn't why I had him my muzzle -- I think the reason is fairly obvious.
Well, his big paws let go of the pillows and grabbed my ears instead. I hadn't been expecting that, but I knew what was coming next. Sure enough, he thrust himself deep into my throat, forcing my nose against his crotch. I gagged on his meat, and he continued sliding his slippery skin into my muzzle and down my throat. I didn't much care for the death-grip on my ears, but everything else was certainly enjoyable. I only hoped he'd let me ease off before he climaxed. I wanted a taste of his fluids, and as things went now he'd likely just send his load straight down my throat.
"Aaidin! Tie me!" he yelped. By that time, I hadn't even realized my knot was swollen back up to its full glory. I so wanted this; you wouldn't believe how badly I ached all day from my lack of release this morning (okay, well, I'm sure some of you have been in that situation). The past three and a half hours (two spent driving, one spent crying, and a half spent making love to this hulking beast), had been absolute torture. Needless to say, I rammed the knot right under his tail until it finally popped inside. Bay yipped -- I loved that sound for some reason. It wasn't a painful yip at all, although I'm sure it didn't necessarily feel painless. I never imagined it'd be so difficult to continue the procedure with his tail-hole. I suppose the fact that my cock couldn't GO anywhere was the biggest challenge. I could feel my knot slipping ever so slightly back and forth inside of him, and that was all the stimulation I needed.
Apparently, he didn't need too much more stimulation either aside from my muzzle making sure his wolfhood wasn't lonely. He let go of my ears finally, and I jerked my head back up to the tip of his cock, allowing plenty of space for his fluids in my muzzle. I hadn't done it a moment too soon either, because the moment I got him in the right position in my mouth, the volcano erupted. I found myself swallowing instinctively as his fluids filled my muzzle. The salty flavor assaulted my tongue with each burst; and each burst was combined with a throb and a very, very slight thrust and withdraw.
Bay went limp on the bed, and shortly after my own fluids ran rampant inside of him. Something strange, I noticed as my orgasm finally took over and I pulsed inside of him that my tail-hole was tingling with the same sensation. I almost wanted to look back and see who was behind me, but I knew no one was there. I hadn't received any sort of stimulation on that end, and yet... Perhaps my mind only played tricks on me? Maybe my brain had finally accepted the fact that I'm gay, and that I desperately needed to be a part of this pack.
Anyway, I pulled my muzzle off of him and looked down at his cum-covered cock. Oh, I wasn't done yet. I slid my tongue out of my mouth and cleaned him up, licking every drop off of his tender meat. I started at the knot and worked my way up until I was satisfied. I felt his paws attach themselves to my sides, and he pulled me forward so that I collapsed onto him. It was a bit uncomfortable at first considering I was still tied in with him, but I eventually managed to relax into his warm and loving embrace.
I looked up at him and I wanted to smile at him, but he decided he'd rather give me a kiss instead. He pressed his muzzle against mine. I parted my jaws just enough to allow his tongue entrance into my muzzle, then closed down on it. Oh... if the orgasm and the embrace weren't enough, that kiss had finished off any bit of inhibition or worry I ever had about coming to this apartment (or certainly returning to it). In that instant, I knew everything Bay had told me that day was the truth. There were no ulterior motives this time, and there was no deceit.
As intimate as the relationship between these new wolves was, I was ready to be a member of the pack. Nothing could ever amount to the warmth this pack would bring to my heart. Finally, I could discard the outer shell just like I always did on the internet, but in the real world this time. Dreams had become reality, and there is no greater joy than that.
I wasn't quite sure when I'd fallen asleep, but I never remembered that passionate kiss ending. I awoke much in the same position I'd slept in, only now I was no longer tied into Bay. We lay on his bed -- he on his back and me on my side. I felt one of his arms around me with his paw coming to rest on my shoulder, holding me close to him. One of my arms rested across his trim stomach, and my head lay against his chest. My vision rose and fell with his breaths, and I could hear his heartbeat very clearly in my sensitive, wolven ears.
I think the only reason I got up at all was due to an enormous thirst. I'd remembered the two twelve-packs of root-beer in the fridge and desperately wanted one. I struggled to get up without waking him, and ended up having to push his arm off of me. From there, it was a cinch. I'd gotten out of bed and turned to look at the giant. "You're so adorable, Bay," I whispered, then gently rested a paw on his forehead. Without waking, he smiled back at me then turned over onto his side with a loud, contented sigh.
I walked over to my pile of discarded clothes and grabbed up my boxers. I don't know why I bothered putting them on when I was in the apartment of three gay wolves, considering the relationship between the lot of us. However, I've never really been much of a nudist. I've pretty much gotten used to it by now (you'll notice that these stories are really just me looking back on fond memories), but at the time I was still a little timid.
I approached the closed door between the bedroom and the hallway and stopped. I could hear voices out in the hallway - noisy ones, surprisingly I hadn't noticed them before. I realized, of course, that Dan and Terry must be home. I could hear something else... the high-pitched hum of a television and the sound of some kind of anime playing softly. I was amazed by their consideration; they must've realized Bay was asleep, and I doubt they noticed I was here at all.
Regardless, I opened the door and yawned loudly as I headed out into the hallway. Sure enough, Terry and Dan had cuddled up on one of the two couches and were watching a popular anime series, although I was surprised to find that they were actually using the DVD player. I hadn't realized they'd had anime DVDs the last time I was here, and I was certainly too preoccupied to notice it on the return trip.
"Oh, Bay, glad you're up, I..." Terry's words trailed off as he turned his head. "AAIDIN!" Oh, the upper-case letters there just don't do the volume justice. I cringed at the sound of the white wolf shrieking my name, and this is coming from the same person who cranks the music up loud enough to give a HUMAN a head-ache. However, I laughed when Dan and Terry literally jumped over the couch -- seemingly without standing up -- and scurried across the room to give me a big, group hug.
Were these tears that splashed against my muzzle, or was it drool? No, it was too thin a fluid to be drool, so it had to be tears. Terry's eyes were watering, although he restrained himself from crying for whatever reason. I chuckled, and wrapped my furry arms around the two pack-mates. "I'm glad to see you, too, guys..."
"How long have you been here?" Dan asked, and there was that relieved smile again. He stared straight into my eyes and then pushed his muzzle against mine for a quick kiss. Terry, however, had his muzzle buried against my chest and he nuzzled me affectionately. I'd never received any sort of affection like this in my entire life. I realize that a mother doesn't kiss her son on the end of the muzzle, but I've never felt so REAL a hug in my life.
"Uhm... I think I got here around... noon? Do we have any of that pizza left? And I really, REALLY need something to drink, bad!"
A few thoughts lingered on my mind as I devoured half of a pizza. Aside from the fact that I remembered how nasty cold pizza is, I also thought about how I was going to break this to my mom. If she wanted grand-pups, she'd just have to rely on that bitch of a sister I have. Oh, and I pity any pup that has a mother like her. Hell, look how I turned out up until recently! I hadn't even mentioned all the suicidal thoughts over the last four years -- and those were GONE now.
I think, though, the easiest part of moving in with the pack would be getting a job transfer. The company I work for is quite literally everywhere, even on the other side of the globe. I've got enough experience that any two stores would fight to have me in their ranks. Regardless, I'd still have to pay that nasty debt back to my mother, and that would take some time, indeed.
-Aaidin McLaine
~The no-longer Lone Wolf~