Big Joe
Mighty Joe has some alone time with Wuffle.
Disclaimer: First of all, every single character in this story is credited to Wufflecomic. It's not my character but I find Wuffle an extremely hot and interesting character to write over and I've yet to actually see a rule 34 of him under the story category. So, I've decided to write one.
The picture is credited to Kokuhane. This story is based entirely on the picture above and that's how I got my inspiration from.
The artist, Kokuhane: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/kokuhane/ Creator of Wuffle from Wufflecomic: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/wufflecomic/
All permission was granted to post that picture up by Kokuhane himself.
Now that that's out of the way, let's just get some hotness going. As always, comments and constructive criticism are always welcomed!
Big Joe's day off
The car slowly came to a complete halt, parked right at the side of the fence; no one coming out. Nothing much could be said about the countryside, besides the all too well known of natural farm animals. Cows grazed upon rows of freshly dewed grass while the chickens clucked uncontrollably, some fighting for no apparent reason. With a wide spread of green land surrounding the farm, there seemed not to be anyone around. The driver scrutinized along with his black shades, grunting at the lack of mortal life. To the left was a barn as large as a house while not far from it, a place of resident for the farmer.
Joe, or Big Joe as most would refer to him, packed in quite a built for himself. True to his name, Big Joe was large and burly and being in the species of a polar bear, it was expected. Unfortunately, the man was sent to work as a personal butler for a brat named Foxxo. It was a wonder how the man managed to keep up with the fox since the boy was practically yelling orders and demanded things that were out of his reach.
Fortunately, Big Joe had the day off today for some reason that his master would not disclose and the bear decided to take this opportunity to visit the farmland that was the residence of Wuffle. Wuffle, a gentle and optimistic wolf, one who could rely on and a great friend to have but those were words from others. He had had a few encounters with Wuffle but not a direct contact with him. Most of the time, he kept quiet and Foxxo was the only one talking and making deals.
With another grunt and puff from his chest, the polar bear stepped out of the car and slammed the door shut, scrutinizing his surroundings. As expected, bare and slightly barren, not a single excitement for a farmland but the air was fresh and crisp; invigorating in fact. Big Joe exhaled and smiled wryly. Yep, this was the place alright. The wolf had a distinctive smell on him and he couldn't get it out of his system. Perhaps he was beginning to be quite fond of the farmer but he'll have to see how things worked out.
A small crack from his neck and the white ursine was off to meet with Wuffle. The journey wasn't far and within minutes, he stood at the wolf's property. From the looks of things, there seemed not to be any one at house. Hrm... perhaps he was out...
Scrap... scrap.... Rustle... Rustle...
Or maybe not.
He turned to the sound and true enough, it came from the barn. Hard at work, that's the nature of the highly energetic wolf. As much as he hated to admit it but Big Joe envied the farmer. The man was highly skilled in his work and everything was up to perfection. Nothing slipped out of his paws and nothing too big or small that he couldn't fix. He proved his worth with how he managed to fix the old lady's telecommunication device; that was something out of the ordinary but undoubtedly, he manages.
Peering over to the barn door, Big Joe finally found the canine. There he was, handling over a pitchfork and pouring hay down from one place to the other. Sweat practically rolled out from his body but Wuffle did nothing to wipe it off. With the weather and atmosphere that surrounded the barn, it was slightly stuffy and heated. It was of no surprise why the wolf worked without his shirt. Clad only in his jumper jeans, the wolf's brown fur was matted down with his own hard work.
Big Joe entered with arms crossed, watching as the wolf worked diligently. Not bad... The polar bear continued to stare. Farm life has definitely built the canine up. Albeit, not as large and broad as he was but large enough to be claim as a stud. Matched with those overalls, shirtless and dripping with sweat, it could turn the straightest man gay. His chest out and stretched, beautifully carved and his middle torso, etched like a fine masterpiece. Those sinewy biceps proved its worth with all those hard labour and it came in handy. Big Joe gave a smirk and nodded absentmindedly.
"Oh hey! Joe!" Wuffle chirped and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "This is a surprise. What brings you here?" The wolf finally let out a sigh of relief and leaned the pitchfork over to the nearest wall.
The white ursine stood and walked towards the panting wolf, taking off his black suit while coming over. "It's hot and stuffy in here." His voice deep and gruff, which came indefinitely with his muscularity.
"Oh, heh. This is a barn and there ain't any air-conditioning like you guys have at the mansion. I'm pretty sure Foxxo has the whole place cool and comfy for you guys." Bottle of water taken up and the brown sweating wolf took a gulp full of refreshing cold water. "Mmm... hits the spot. So! Tell me what brings you here. You've yet to answer to that."
Big Joe coughed for a moment and cleared his throat. "I just came here to see you. To ask about the barn and to your lifestyle." That was a complete lie; the ursine knows it all too well. Sure, he had a day off but that wasn't his main intention.
From the day he saw him, the bear knew he had to have a taste of him. His sexual exploits were untold off but he had his own rendezvous. Foxxo knew nothing about it and even if he did, that wouldn't change a thing. However, for now, he wanted to claim that man for his own satisfaction. It was, somewhat, difficult to hide the blush between his cheeks and with the paint of his white fur, it was harder still but Big Joe was determined.
Wuffle snapped his fingers once and the bear broke off from his reverie, blinking momentarily before staring eye to eye. "Big Joe, you okay? You spaced out there for a moment."
The white bear shoved it off, "It's nothing." He pointed over to the rest of the hay that were stacked next to each other, "Need help with that?"
"Those? Naw, I could finish up but... if you'd like to help, I'm not stopping you." The wolf rubbed the back of his head while fidgeting a little. Damn he's cute...
Big Joe chuckled with a grunt, removed his expensive tux and laid it down to the side, followed by his white undershirt. In the end, the bear wore nothing more than just his trousers. "It's hot and working in the barn shirtless makes it less of a burden, don't you agree?"
Wuffle stifled a guffaw and nodded quickly in agreement. He couldn't say anything more to that and the canine scrutinized along the lines of the great white bear. The man took up the nearest pitchfork and quickly got to work, shoveling mounds after mounds of hay from one place to the other. Wuffle couldn't help but stare in amazement. For a butler that does nothing but follow around his master, obeying every whim of that fox, the bear surely was built like a brick house.
His chest puffed out with each shovel and every breath he took made his middle torso flex, portraying a beautiful set of muscles that etched itself against a sexy belly. Granted, the bear wasn't the lean and mean type but gratifying himself as the large and muscle gut type. It was his nature to have a belly but that did not deter the fact that he turned into a hulking bear with fist the size of melons. Nobody wanted to mess around with Big Joe and what he says, goes; except for Foxxo. What he says, the bear must obey.
In the end, Wuffle couldn't help but keep a big smile as he worked alongside the ursine. One after another, piled behind with each stack and within minutes, they were halfway through. He was glad to have another set of muscles to work around with and with the set pace, this could be done in no time. Unfortunately, the weather wasn't merciful. The heat from the sun proved to be a scorcher and soon enough, they were soaked with sweat from top to bottom. Their breathings got slightly heavier and despite his determination to finish off as quickly as he could, Wuffle stopped and leaned back against a stilt wall, using a cloth to wipe away his sweats.
Big Joe turned around and saw the panting wolf, drenched thoroughly in his own perspiration. Even with his jumper on, allowing better air flow to course through his body, the canine couldn't take it any longer. He gulped down the whole bottle of water and sighed in relief. This was clearly something he couldn't do alone and without his help, the wolf would have been overworked. Heck, the bear suspected that he was overly worked to begin with. With the farm and everything, helping out neighbours so willingly, the man could use some rest and relaxation.
"Take a rest, will you?" The bear grunted and continued to pile the rest up. "I'll finish up here."
"N-No... Just give me a breather. Damn, the sun's really beating down today. I wonder how hot it is."
Big Joe scoffed. "Hotter than any other day,"
Wuffle chuckled and stretched with his arms over head. "Right, time to get back to work."
"Oh no, you don't," the bear pushed the wolf down and Wuffle was taken by surprise. "Sit and don't do a thing. Let Big Joe finish this up. You're overworked as it is."
"B-But!"
"No buts," he growled angrily. "It's time for you to take some rest and leave this to me. I'm surprised that your other partner did not show up. What was his name again? Puipui?"
"Yes, Puipui. He's out on an errand for the neighbours. It's nothing, really. He'll be back as soon as he can."
"By then, you'll be exhausted and probably pass out from it all. Now, I want you to sit, and watch me get this done. If possible, take a nap." The bear grab hold of the wolf's pitchfork and threw it off to the other side.
Wuffle was still in a daze from the sudden force that the bear showed and come to think of it... he liked it... a bit... in a weird kind of way. He didn't know that the bear showed so much care and concern for him. Albeit, they never were friends and only saw each other through dealings but that was all. Perhaps the man has a crush on him? Wuffle chuckled and smiled. Yeah, that's a laugh. The great white bear had better things to do than to go on a man crush for a farm boy. Hell, he made enough to support him and the farm alone. Compared to the high class butler, he probably makes triple the amount that he sold from his farmland.
Regardless, at least for this moment, the wolf could relax. He slumped back and unpinned the button on his jumper, letting it fall and sigh a breath of relief. This was a rare moment to actually stop and relax. Most days, he would drive himself out there to get things done and without help. Then again, it made him proud. All of these belong to him; right from the title deeds to the farm animals.
Big Joe huffed and grunted away without a care, occasionally wiping the sweat off his forehead and chest with a clean cloth. Wuffle generously smiled and watched. Not bad, not bad at all. The bear could prove to be a good helper. Guess all those time working as a butler did not deter the man's determination to work hard. However, the wolf lowered his gaze and blushed shyly. There was an evident bulge forming at the bear's crotch and he couldn't pry his eyes off.
What more could he do for this! Right there, slaving away in the barn was a hulking man of his age. He could be... what? In his thirties or fourties? Who knows? With such masculinity, he was not surprised to watch such an endowment forming between his legs. Wufffle had his eyes closed and tried not to think about it. The harder he tried, the worse it got. A slight stir within his groins made the poor canine uncomfortable and there was nowhere else to go. Due to the amount of workload on the farm, he was slowly deprived of his sexual needs. Every man has his own needs and Wuffle wasn't an exception. In fact, the last he had pleasured himself was two weeks ago and that was short lived when Puipui came back with a bunch of their neighbours.
Cringing from those thoughts, Wuffle tried to push it off, wanting to gain composure from it all. It rose and unbeknownst to the wolf, there was a tent pitching out from his loins. Get it off, get it off! Please go down! He screamed inwardly.
A sudden paw clasped down on his shoulder and Wuffle jolted straight up. Turning over, he saw the great white bear, standing right behind. "You okay?"
Wuffle stammered incoherently, "Y-Y-Yeah... J-Just thi-thinking of stuff."
"Like that problem down below?" Big Joe smirked, pointing right down in between the wolf's leg."
Oh no!
"I-It's nothing," this time, Wuffle was genuinely nervous. "J-Just slightly tense, that's all."
Big Joe stared and questioned inquisitively. "How tense?"
"A little and -ah...!! Ahh!!"
Wuffle stopped mid-sentence as a bearful of paw grabbed hold of his crotch, squeezing the life out of him. "B-Big Joe! S-Stop..." By that second, the brown wolf panted away.
"You are tense, aren't you? Why don't we stop and take a breather, hrm?" The bear said as a matter of fact.
Wuffle tried to push that paw off but no avail. In fact, it edged the bear on. His gropes were beginning to turn sensual and this time, both massive paws were around him. The bear held on and leaned his forward, massaging on to the canine's muscled chest. This time, Wuffle said nothing but moaned away, not even trying to struggle or fight any longer. He wanted this for a very long time and those carnal needs were never satiated. Now... the opportunity has risen.
He didn't know what made him this way but the great fantasy of having another larger male wrapped around him like this turned him on. The boundaries were broken down, shattered to pieces and Big Joe knew his erogenous spots. Fingers traced onwards and met with a pair of hardened nipples, his fur matted down but it did not stop right there. A quick pinch made the wolf jump and he cried out in sudden joy and pleasure. The bear grinned from ear to ear and lowered his muzzle, inhaling the scent that was made from the wolf. He licked at the side of his neck and nibbled lovingly, slowly turning the man into a submissive one.
Then again, he didn't have to coax heavily for the wolf to turn into one. Wuffle leaned backwards and tried to grind his body against the bear, head leaned to the side, exposing his most vulnerable spot. Big Joe accepted the offer and suckled on his neck fur, licking and nipping away. This went on and finally, his muzzled lowered down to his shoulder, grunting bearishly with carnal desire. Both paws had yet to stop its ministration. In fact, it dared itself to be adventurous. Paws slipped underneath that blue jumpsuit and finally got hold of it.
Wuffle cried out and his body quaked feverishly.
"Shh... don't worry... It's going to be alright, my little wolf. Relax... Big Joe's going to make it all better." The bear whispered gruffly.
He nodded in return and tried to stay composed. Unfortunately, it was a task harder than he had expected it to be. Those dexterous paws were experienced enough that he felt a drop of pre seeped out from its tip, wetting the bear's paw. Big Joe chuckled and smiled from behind. "Tell me, little one. How long has it been?"
"About... t-two weeks..." He panted away, chest heaving up and down, unable to control his breathing.
"That's too long for a male like yourself," the bear went forth and undressed the canine, clothes finally off and discarded aside. "Mmm... you are very well-endowed. Au natural. I like that."
Wuffle whined desperately, eyes closed as the sensation drove him wild. Never in his dreams could he felt such emotions welling up from within his chest and desire of lust pushed him off the edge. He had heard stories and tales from others but to actually feel it, to enjoy the wonders of sexual exploits; it was a whole other story. Big Joe was amazingly patient. The bear waited for him to calm down before proceeding forward. He moved the wolf to the side and exposed his beautiful cock out, finally getting an eyeful of it all. From this, Wuffle felt comfortable with everything. Right from the fact that he was naked in his very own barn to the joy of having a large bear behind him. Rivulets of pre drizzled and coated over his brown pubic fur, eliciting a whine of desperation.
"Big Joe's going to take care of you, alright?"
The wolf nodded in acknowledgement, allowing the bear to do as he pleased. Paws roamed about and felt everywhere, from his barreled chest to his well-toned out abs, till it reached over to his genitals. He cupped against those hanging ball sacs and rolled about like a pair of eggs, filled heavily with canine seed. His cock was finally touched with a finger, played about at the head, flicking off a drip of pre.
"Will you look at that, you're such a horny wolf," Big Joe brought that pre coated finger to his muzzle and ordered. "Lick it." And lick he did.
Wuffle obeyed without hesitation. Tongue wrapped itself around that flesh before suckling obediently, groaning like a helpless puppy. The bear continued licking along the wolf's mound of muscle and while he did that, his other paw were busy holding him up, pressed upwards against his chest. Wuffle broke off from his own lustful trance and looked up, panting away with bated breath. "Why... ah... are you... ungh... doing this?"
"Do you not like it?" The bear inquired.
Wuffle bit his lips and grounded his options. Sure, everything felt wonderful and his rough paws were just the right size on him but he just wasn't sure if things should move more than it already is. What if someone walks in? What if the neighbours heard those moans? Every possible situation ran through his mind and the more he contemplates on it, the longer Big Joe had to wait for an answer.
"I see how it is," the polar bear kissed on his cheeks and pry away, "You are uncertain and afraid but know this, little brown wolf, you are a handsome one," his bearish paws brushed against his cheek and forehead. "A very handsome one. Don't let your shyness get the better of you."
Wuffle had to look away immediately and blushed heavily. His words hit a target and every single one of it was true. Every fleeting moment, a nice man comes along; he would wave and shy away. There wasn't a time in his life where he stopped for a date with anyone and here came a big bear to teach him about his love life. Which made him insecure. But... so safe...
His white paws had yet to fully let him go and he was glad at that. However, it didn't last for long. Big Joe slides both arms off from his chest and Wuffle quickly grab hold of it, shaking his head in between. "Don't... I'm sorry."
Big Joe grunted at those words. "What for? You've done nothing wrong. If anything, it's me. I have invaded your privacy and sanctum."
"No, you have not," this time, the timid wolf held on to those paws and brushed them along his pecs, murring with pleasure. "Please continue and end it. I want to feel the rush and adrenaline."
"You sure about that, little one?" He whispered huskily and nibbled right at the wolf's ear tip, earning a small whimper. "You do want it, that bad?"
Brown paws clutched on white and nodded firmly.
"I won't hold back then."
With immediate effect, both paws grabbed on to his crotch and up sprung that hardened erection; drizzling another river of pre. Wuffle choked a gasp but silenced with a finger. Big Joe made him suckle on it while the other paw busied itself at the bottom half, teased at every spot that made a male yearn for more. His balls hung as low as they can but that wasn't the main priority. The bear wanted for ultimate pleasure, the perfect teasing and pleasure that would slowly break the wolf down. This handsome and beautiful specimen... just ripe for the picking and such a wonderful virgin too.
Big Joe watched lustfully and growled alongside with the wolf as his voice whimpered and cracked like a broken record. Their sweat and musk lingered in the air and with the added essence of male arousal, the barn literally smelt of sex. Wuffle inhaled and shuddered willingly, coaxed away rivulets of pre to coat at the tip and running down to the base.
"A big one, nothing less than I would have expected from a man like you." Bear paw gripped along the length and started teasing with the tip of his finger, wetting every each with his own pre.
Five fingers deftly wrapped itself upon that cock and soon enough, started moving up and down, slicking it up with copious amount of pre. Muzzle pressed on his neck and Wuffle leaned back even more, exposing more of his neck for his larger predator. The wolf knew what this all meant. If one were to expose themselves to their most vulnerable spot, like their necks, which meant total submission and that, gave the bear the green light to do whatever he pleases with him. Big Joe took that as a sign and started sinking his teeth on fur, not breaking through flesh.
Wuffle's body shook and quaked uncontrollably, his pants and moans turned incoherent and with each passing second, the urge to release a few shot full of cum was like heaven. He was so close, so very close to the edge but why... why hasn't it come...? Even through his heavy breathing, trying to give the bear the obvious signs of wanting to release, Big Joe has no intention of giving the wolf any relief just yet. No, that would be too easy. To earn the right to cum, he would have to fight for it.
"But... B-Big Joe... ungh... mmghh... i-it hurts..." Wuffle cried pitifully.
"Very soon, my handsome wolf but not now," the bear gave a few more strokes on that cock before laying him down, licking a strand of saliva off from the wolf's neck. His paws came free and unbuckled his final garment, kicking it off to the side while flexing for his audience of one. Wuffle blushed and tried to look away. "No, look at me. I've seen you watching me, Mr.Wuffle. Don't pretend that you don't want this." He emphasized by grabbing hold of his cock while flexing away.
As much as he hated to admit it, Wuffle had his own desires. Every moment he had dealings with Foxxo, he looked forward to meeting that big white bear. That hard oppressive look, intimidating and yet cool. Albeit expressionless but that probably came with the job. Being a butler cum bodyguard, the wolf kept undressing him off with his imagination. Imagine what the ursine would look like shirtless, muscles evident under those heavily coated white fur, bulging with each movement; not to mention that sexy muscle gut.
Fuck... Wuffle had his eyes closed and moaned away, cock throbbing from those fantasies.
Big Joe smirked and leaned forward, dragging his body to the wolf, chest against chest while stroking up his cheeks. "You are... beautiful...." And a kiss was planted between two lips.
Both males kept their eyes closed and muttered not a single word. Kissing was the last thing that Wuffle had ever thought off and that caught him completely off guard. However, his counterpart eagerly showed him the ropes. Lips pursed lovingly and exhaled a breath of hot air, kissing again and again and finally, prying open those beautiful set of lips. The submissive wolf held on with both arms wrapped around the bear and let it all set in, mouth opened up and felt the presence of a flickering tongue. It danced and moved, eliciting soft moans of utter bliss and never wanting this to end.
As their kisses intensified, so did their musk. Both cocks started rubbing up and down, mixing both canine and ursine pre together, just the right amount for a full on fuck session. Little smacks of lips reverberated through the barn and by gods, it was far too much to handle. Wuffle clutched against the bear's back and scrapped along his fur, a sudden urge of unknown bliss surged through his body.
"Mm!! Mmm!! Jo..Joe... Big Joe! Ahh!!"
His words were cut off and Wuffle had no choice but to moan into the bear's mouth, unable to contain his desires. The frottage that went on down below was far too powerful and those kiss, those beautiful set of strong kisses, so strong and subtle; it made him cum. Jets of purely white seed splattered everywhere and Big Joe welcomed them willingly. In fact, the bear rubbed his torso on that spamming cock to coax more of those seed out. By then, both males had their tummies coated with semen, seemingly pleasured by such strong will. Lips broke away and finally, they were apart.
"Wonderful. You did well. I'm surprised at the amount of cum you could produce. Better than I had anticipated." Big Joe licked on the wolf's nose and smiled. This time, his hardcore look was thrown out the window and what was left was his amorous side.
Wuffle rubbed and caressed on the male above and opened his eyes, staring into a set of glimmering bear eyes, so lovingly looking back at him. "Never... cummed that much before and... just... I... Big Joe..."
"Sshhh... no more. You liked that, right?" He gave another lick.
"Yeah... I really do..."
"Let Big Joe show you something else. Trust me,"
The brown sweating wolf whined and looked down below. His cock was going slightly limp but the bear wasn't. He knew why and the thought of getting fucked right up his virgin ass was scary. Despite living in a farm with little to no contact with the city, he knew how gay male fucks. He read stories of how intense and yet painful it was and it was to be performed with someone that was caring enough. For now, he knew he was in good paws. Big Joe proved his worth with how much he had held on to him and lathered his body with loving kisses and licks. Maybe... this was the time...
"Big Joe."
"Yeah?"
"Go slow... okay?"
The bear chuckled and gave a peck on his lips. "Of course, handsome. Wouldn't want to ruin that sexy ass of yours."
Wuffle chuckled and returned the small peck. "Do you do this all the time? Or just to a wolf like me."
Legs hoisted up to chest level and the bear grunted away. "How about, I only do this to handsome guys like you, does that count?"
"But I'm... aahh..! Out of your league..." He shuddered.
"No one is out of my league," the ursine replied as he prepped the wolf up. Tail lifted aside and that puckered wolf hole came in view. Muzzle buried downwards and quickly inhaled the strong musk that permeates from it, growling happily. "Especially one like yourself."
Wuffle tried to suppress the sensation that rushed along his body but the bear was far too experienced. His hole was finally loosened up as a finger entered in, hissed along the way but tried his best to accept the feeling. It hurt for a bit but soon after, he accommodated. The feeling... it was indescribable. The pain was there but pleasure kept overlapping, leaving Wuffle into a mixed feeling of want and discomfort. All in all, he loved it. In fact, his cock loved it even more.
The wolf knew for a fact that he came a few minutes ago but the feeling of getting fingered out pushed his libido to the edge and he was back on track. His paw grab hold of it and started stroking away, reveled in his own wonderful bliss, tongue lolling out without a care. Big Joe had finally finished up and guided his bear cock over, teasing as much as he could.
"Think you're ready?"
Howling for a moment, the wolf panted and wagged away, giving the green light. He waited... and waited... waiting for the pain... and it came. The obvious discomfort of being penetrated overwhelmed his body and he cried out loud, clawing on the ground but trying his level best to take it all in. Big Joe wasn't average by any means. He was, undoubtedly, bigger than the average bear. In he pushed, offering a few more inches but stopped as the bear sensed his partner's cry for help.
Wuffle held off a whimper and panted ever so loud, a sudden stream of tears ran down his cheeks. It hurt significantly but he wanted more... This unknown feeling was... just.... "F-Fuck..."
The bear blinked. "Wuffle, did you just cussed?"
The wolf clamped over his paw on his mouth, "S-Sorry... I'm sorry to have you hear that!"
"By gods you're innocent... and cute," he replied and nuzzled over the wolf's neck. "I don't think you're ready for this. You are still very tight and a virgin. As much as I wanted to pound that beautifully formed ass, watching you in pain would be a sin itself."
And he pulled out willingly.
"But! I can take it!" Wuffle held on. "Just give me some time. I'll get used to it."
"Oh, you will get used to it but not right now," the bear carried the wolf over and brought him to his lap, kissing on his cheeks. "Perhaps another time."
Wuffle tried to argue back but was stopped short when a muzzle shut him off. Those sweet ursine lips were back in action and he returned the favour once again. His shyness had finally broken apart and felt nothing more than love and friendliness between the bear and him. From now on, whatever stories he heard from the townsfolk, about Big Joe, he would shun it off. This man was far gentle than he could ever imagined him to be. His white soft fur grazed along body and he loved every second of it.
The heat from the barn had fallen but they were oblivious to their surroundings. Big Joe pulled away and petted against the wolf's barreled chest. "I'll have to go off now and I'm sure your friend would be back soon. We wouldn't want to risk that, right?"
As if on cue, a cellphone rung aloud and the bear rolled his eyes. "Excuse me for a moment."
Wuffle moved aside and watched as the naked bear padded over to retrieve his cell, answering the call without hesitation. He nodded once, twice and in seconds, was done. Big Joe stretched away and scratched on his muscled chest. "Sorry, handsome but duty calls. Foxxo is in need for some caviar."
The wolf chuckled and nodded. "Very well. Duty comes first."
"However," the man walked over and lifted his chin up, "I'll be back whenever possible."
Wuffle smiled, "When the time comes and when you do, I'll be ready."
"And I'll make sure you do, handsome."
The bear moved over and got his clothes, dressed up as quickly as he could and huffed heavily. Eventually, he was back to his normal self; the hard and powerful man that he had brought himself to be.
"Wuffle, I bid you, good day," and he walked off, heading towards his designated car and out to the scorching heat.
"Wuffle!!!!" Puipui cried out.
"Yeah?" The wolf jogged over.
"A package." A box was handed over to him.
"Package?"
"Yes, a package." The hedgehog crossed his arms over chest.
"Package..."
Puipui smacked his forehead, not amused at all. "It's a package from Joe."
Big Joe?! Wuffle straighten up. "Did the sender say anything about it?"
"Nope. I'm curious as to why that big lug of a butler sent you something anyways. He's pretty much tied up with that good for nothing brat. I'm surprised the old bear is still in service with him." Puipui shook his head and walked off their vegetable garden.
The wolf quickly went back and lunged forward to his room, closing the doors with haste. He sat on the bed and held on to the square packaging, packed in a plain white wrapper with a small ribbon tied in the middle. Letting out a deep breath, the ribbon was untied and the box opened. To be honest, Wuffle was afraid of what the bear had given to him but curiousity was stronger than he had anticipated.
Gulping down a mouthful of saliva, the lid was taken off and what the box held in it made the wolf blush. He gingerly picked up the long and silicon like item, shaped exactly like a dildo. If he didn't know any better, it was custom shaped like a bear cock; a certain polar bear... The smell was mixed with the all too obvious scent of newly bought item but mixed with a tinge of bear musk. Wuffle took another whiff at it and he moaned away, eyes dilated over and lay down on the bed, giggling like a little school girl.
This was, indeed, the familiar scent of the bear. Albeit, not as strong as the man but close enough. Holding on to it, Wuffle nodded away. Perhaps this time, he could practice and in due time, able to withstand the bear's mighty length and girth. From then on, the brown canine couldn't stop thinking about it and constantly awaits the day Big Joe would come back again.
Days turned to weeks and weeks finally turned to a month; still no sign of the polar bear. Wuffle was beginning to worry. Perhaps it was only a one time opportunity and the white ursine wouldn't want to come back for seconds. Shaking those thoughts away, the wolf was optimistic and smiled cheerfully. Even if the bear wouldn't come by any longer, at least he had experienced the true emotion of sexual love. Those kisses, wonderfully planted against his lips and touches, caressed against his chest and fingers gingerly placed at spots that made him moan.
Mmm... that was good...
A sudden crunch from the ground broke the wolf's afternoon reverie and paced to the side, wondering who that could be. A car stopped mid-tracks and the door opened slowly. Soon, the driver came out and smiled towards the joyful wolf.
"Hey, missed me?"
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