At the Pool
***Author's note: I fixed the spacing problems, so it should be easier to read now. :)
Leon parked his jeep outside the pool. He hopped out and shed his white tank, leaving it on the driver's seat, tossed his towel over his shoulder, fixed his sunglasses, and started walking. His flip-flops clicked happily as he wandered through the gate and managed to find a vacant chair. A wolf reclined on the chair beside it. He looked asleep, but his eyes were invisible behind his dark blade sunglasses.
"Hey," said Leon, "is this taken?"
The wolf turned his head and took off the headphones the Shepherd didn't notice. "What?"
"Is this seat taken?"
The wolf shook his head. "Nah, go ahead." He put his headphones back on and lay his head back.
As the Shepherd sat down, he discreetly admired the wolf's physique. He was ripped. Gorgeous pecs, abs, perfectly toned arms and shoulders. Leon would have to be careful not to get a hard-on in front of everyone. He sighed and relaxed, letting the sun warm his light brown fur. The large tattoos on his shoulders drew a few looks from people, especially the girls wearing bikinis a size too small.
Then he felt someone staring at him. He had a sixth sense about that kind of thing, and he knew it was the wolf beside him. Leon glanced at his crotch to make sure he wasn't sporting wood, and he wasn't. To make sure it was the wolf, he put his hands behind his head and made sure to flex his stomach in the process. After a moment, the wolf looked away.
Leon turned his head slightly to see the wolf, who scratched his chin, then stretched and yawned. It was subtle, but everyone who looked could see his beautiful full-body flex. And that was it. Leon had to have him.
They went back and forth for probably ten minutes, moving to a new position and flexing for the other. The Shepherd glanced over and saw the wolf was getting aroused. The little bulge under his trunks couldn't hide itself. Leon slowly sat up and popped his neck, craning it in the direction of the bathrooms. He perceived a very slight nod, and so he got up, threw his towel over his shoulder, and walked.
A few kids were messing around in the bathroom, but as soon as Leon came in, they scrambled out. They both yelped when they bumped into someone.
"Hey, watch it, punk!" growled the wolf, and the door closed.
Leon turned toward him. "You know," he said, "the reason I come here is because the shower stalls have opaque doors."
The wolf grinned and nodded. "Good information to have. By the way, before we start fucking each other's brains out, I'm Curt."
"Nice to meet you," said the Shepherd. "I'm Leon." He turned one of the showers on hot, and got in. Curt followed and closed the door. Immediately, the wolf dropped his trunks and went to his knees. Leon dropped his and leaned back against the warm tile.
Curt eased Leon's cock out of the sheath and massaged it until it was half-erect. Suddenly, his nose was hitting the Shepherd's stomach. Leon did his best not to yell out loud. Instead, he let his mouth open and he breathed slowly.
The wolf stopped his initial onslaught. He let it out of his mouth. The red cock was standing proud and tall. The wolf pushed Leon all the way against the tile and kept his hands on the Shepherd's hips. His tongue slowly licked every centimeter of the nine-inch piece of meat.
Leon rested his paws on Curt's head and started massaging his ears as the wolf started sucking again. He didn't deepthroat him, just taking enough to fill his muzzle. Leon shuddered. He hadn't had head this incredible for a long time. But he wanted to taste the wolf, not just blow his own load. He gently pushed the wolf away.
"What?" asked Curt.
"Don't you want some?" replied Leon.
"I think head is all this shower is big enough for." He gripped the dog's knot and squeezed. "Besides, I don't like having to be quiet."
"Makes sense," said Leon. "Want to go back to my place, then?"
"You want me to finish here, first?" the wolf asked, half-jokingly.
"Oh, by all means."
"I'll make it quick," Curt said before diving back in. Every inch of Leon's dick vanished. After another minute, he couldn't hold it in anymore. Curt pulled back and let the cum hit his face. After the first few seconds, he let it flow into his mouth, swallowing for a bit. Then he stood up and patted the panting Shepherd on the shoulder. He let the water rinse the semen from his face.
Leon sank to the floor, cum still running like a faucet, down the drain. Curt finished washing his face off, and put his trunks back on.
"That's some control," Leon said about the wolf's un-erect cock.
"One of my talents," he replied with a grin. "You almost done?"
The dog blinked a few times then stood up. He was flaccid enough to put his trunks on and not have it draw attention. They walked back to the parking lot.
"We want to ride separately?" asked the wolf.
"I live a ways out," said Leon. "If you want to come back for your car later, we can."
Curt nodded. "Sounds good." He climbed into the passenger's side and strapped himself in. The engine turned over and the CD player started playing heavily distorted German metal. The lyrics, when translated, were about violent sex. The wolf smiled, turned it up, and started singing along.
Leon chuckled. "You like them, too?"
Curt managed an, "Of course," before returning to the foreign lyrics. Leon joined in and they started going down the highway. Twenty minutes later, they pulled into the parking area of a mid-range apartment complex. It wasn't fancy-schmancy condos, but it wasn't the slums, either.
They got out and Leon led him to apartment number 218. He opened the door and they went in.
"You want the bedroom?" asked Leon.
"We'll start there, then see what happens." The wolf followed his host to the bedroom. He turned around and made a dramatic sweep of his arms. With a mad lust in his eyes, Curt pushed him onto the mattress and straddled him.
"Straight to business, then?" Leon laughed.
"I've been wanting to fuck you since you sat next to me," the wolf said. "Unless you want me to do something before we get started, I'm going to go ahead and do it."
The dog laughed again and laid his head back against the sheets. "Whatever you feel like doing. You give incredible head. I'll let you do a lot for that."
Curt grinned again and stripped his trunks. Leon slid his off, as well, kicking them into the corner of the room. Just to tease, the wolf sucked down Leon's half-erect cock. The dog howled and instinctively bucked his hips.
"Hey, easy," said the wolf after pulling back. "Don't want me losing my lunch all over your stomach. Or do you?"
"I'm not into anything like that," replied Leon. "Just keep going."
Curt bent back down and started licking the Shepherd's balls, watching with amusement as the dog's cock swelled and started dripping. He put his hands beside Leon's head, making sure his own cock rubbed the other. Leon's eyes narrowed, and he twisted. Suddenly, he was on top, breathing heavily.
"Nice trick," said Curt. "I've got one, too." He pushed on Leon's shoulder and flipped him over, so his back was on the wolf's chest. "I'm going to squeeze on your chest, and I want you to start jacking off." He started squeezing, crushing, and Leon started jerking his meat. What air he could manage to breathe came in ragged gasps. It was almost frightening, but also intensely erotic. Curt let go and Leon gasped. His hands went limp and he just lay there.
The wolf rolled him on to his stomach and pulled him up on all fours. Curt's cock was rock hard, precum oozing from the tip. Somewhat carefully, and with practiced ease, he placed it on Leon's tailhole and started easing it in.
"You ready?" he asked. The Shepherd nodded, still slightly winded. The wolf pushed his cock halfway in and paused. Leon was gripping the sheets, his back was tensing. Curt went the rest of the way with a low moan. Leon gasped.
Curt drew out a little, then drove back in with a lot of force. He grunted, Leon whined and clenched his teeth. Curt began rocking forward and back, slowly at first. He wasn't kidding about liking to be loud. He kept on a steady, throaty moan.
Leon loved it. His own precum was making a sizable stain on the bed. He moaned loudly, prompting a sudden thrust from his rider. He yelped instinctively. Curt thrusted again, harder. A louder yelp. Curt slammed him again, and kept going, grunting and moaning with each motion. Leon was afraid his eyes would explode out of his head if he didn't keep them closed. Spit dripped from his mouth as he panted and moaned.
Curt kept it hard. He knew he'd cum in a little while, but he wasn't done yet. He loved all the noise Leon made. He could be a little bitch when he wanted to. A particularly violent thrust elicited a sudden "Oh God!"
Leon hadn't cum that hard in a long time. He missed his chin by an inch. His arms quivered and his head hung limp. He didn't realize Curt was still fucking him with all his might. He was in a stupor, orgasmic chills still coursing through him. His voice made itself known with a soft, rattling exhalation, almost shivering.
The Shepherd was brought back by the loud and fast yells from Curt. He was close to cumming, and was keeping it in as long as possible. Soon, Leon felt it. Hot wolf-cum coated his bowels and Curt let out one last yell. Leon could hear him panting hard. The wolf pulled out and the dog turned over. Curt's dark blue eyes were glazed, his shoulders heaved.
Leon was exhausted, and apparently, so was Curt. Leon beckoned, and the wolf pitched forward, completely spent. The dog held him, breathed, for a long time. When he was starting to worry the wolf had fallen asleep, Curt spoke.
"You have no idea how much I needed that," he said softly.
"Well," said Leon, "I liked it. I haven't been fucked that well for a long time."
Curt chuckled. "Any time, pal. Any fuckin' time."