Those Golden Eyes
He was so young, maybe two, three years at the most when I saw him wandering around lost in the woods. My heart couldn't bear to not save him. He was starving and probably would have died within the week if I had not found him that fateful day. I never knew who his parents were or why he was alone, poor little thing couldn't even talk yet so there was no hope for answers there. After about a week I gave up finding them... he was so precious I don't think I could have separated with him, thankfully no one ever claimed him. Jake... I forgot why exactly I named him that; I mean, no one in my family was named Jake nor anyone I knew... eh, but I digress.
He was such an explorer, Jake. At the age of five he was already howling up a storm. He began to ask questions about where he was from and why doesn't he have a mom. When he asked how I was related to him, I told him of when I found him in the woods and that we were like brothers. He would call me bro all the time. He was somewhat active, he liked to exercise and hunt but rarely explored... well, explored outside the home that is. Inside the home? Now that's a different story.
I would notice him staring at me, at my body, for hours upon end. He had a great fascination with my chest, ass, and most importantly, my paws. He would even lick them when I wasn't looking or asleep and sometimes I pretended not to notice just so he would do it. As time progressed I thought of taking him, if you get my drift, but I wanted him to be fully comfortable and sure before I did anything to him. Eventually his sheath started to bulge and his testicles had dropped. Every day I would notice a tiny, little wolf cock head poke out gradually increasing in size as time went on. A few weeks after that he had his first wet dream. I'll never forget that night; he freaked out and called me to him to check on the new situation. I explained to him what happened and told him it was natural and that everyone has those kinds of dreams. He looked at me with his golden eyes and whispered, "The dream was about you."
My mind was made up, he knew he was adopted the whole time so he wasn't too startled about us fucking... although he would call me bro or brother during our yiffs, and I, in return, would call him the same (or bitch... depending on how we were feeling).
The first night we started our new journey was on his eleventh birthday. He was hornier than ever, he couldn't stop staring at me or my paws... I guess we both secretly decided that that day was going to be the day we confess our lusts. I remember after we had eaten the moose we both hunted together for and were lying down with one another, he was enveloped in my arms. We talked a little bit, but after half an hour the chatter had died down and we were both lost in our own thoughts.
What exactly he was thinking I am not sure, but after I saw his sheath starting to bulge and a little pecker making his grand appearance, I was pretty sure I knew of the topic. He was startled when he noticed that I noticed his member and tried to get up and run, but I held him down, told him to relax and that I knew what he was going through.
"You mean, you wanted to mate with your brother too?!" He exclaimed.
"Hehe, not exactly Jake... so you've been wanting to mate with me eh?"
We talked about his feelings for me for another half hour and I explained to him that I had sexual feelings for him too. I hadn't noticed but after our talk his wolf member was fully erect and became as obvious as the night. I decided that before I did anything that might cause him pain; I would show him all the more pleasurable things about mating.
"Relax bro, I'm a professional." I whispered in his ear.
He told me he trusted me and would let me do whatever he wanted, so I began. First I brushed my muzzle up against his neck and licked his fur until it was damp with saliva. I noticed out of the corner of my eye his member would twitch with every lick. I chuckled, "He he, if you think this is amazing."
I ran my tongue up and down his chest only to make a few stops at his succulent nipples to give them a slight suckle. As I nipped on his nipples we repositioned ourselves to where I was on top of him, he was completely submissive to me and I could do whatever I pleased with him. But I needed to tame the beast before I could test his limits, so I tried not to get too kinky. My hands ran down his chest, following the trails of saliva that I left on him until I went off-course and grabbed his tight, furry ass. He clenched his cheeks so hard when I first grabbed his muscular glut but as I massaged it, rubbing my fingers through what I believed to be the smoothest fur ever, he eventually relaxed.
I stopped biting his nipples since he started whimpering probably because I bit too hard or too long. If you had tasted the nipple I tasted that night, you probably wouldn't have stopped either. I moved my head down to his still young but thin belly, burying my muzzle in the fur. Jake laughed a little bit but the laughter soon became moans of pleasure, begging for more.
After slobbering up his stomach, I stopped, raised my head and gazed at the tiny, but mature cock that was gazing back at me, begging me to engulf it. I took my hand off his now jelly-relaxed ass and started to massage his testicles. I rubbed them slowly and gently, paying special attention to each one individually.
I then moved my body lower, as to position my head directly on top of his "head". Without warning I immediately gripped his furry thighs and lowered my head a mere centimeter away from his cock. I gently licked the tip of it as Jake let out a glorious, rich howl that sounded as though he had already climaxed. I wasted no more time with foreplay and quickly devoured his cock with my muzzle, sucking and licking gratefully at the foreign object encased in my mouth. After putting a great deal of saliva and time on the wolf cock, I began to lift my head and watch as a mixture of pre and saliva trickled out of my muzzle.
Once I had reached the tip I dropped my head right back onto my new toy and started going back and forth with growing momentum. With each bob I felt myself getting faster and faster. I eventually lost myself in the fantasy come true and went to town. Jake was howling and moaning with pleasure as he kept a firm grasp on the floor as though if he let go he might just float away and never get to experience his first orgasm. My claws started to appear out of my hands and I felt them starting to make their way through Jake's fur. I stopped in fear of hurting him but then he said, "Bro, don't stop digging into my thighs, it feels amazing." I chuckled in my mind at the little masochist but fell right back into the blow job. Jake's cock, although small due to his age, was a glorious wonder. It was so hard, I could taste every vain and curve of it. His precum tasted of the perfect amount of saltiness and had the perfect viscosity.
After about ten minutes of repeatedly going up and down his shaft I felt his body tense up and I knew what was to "cum" next. My god he could hold his orgasms off for a long time. Not once in the years of our yiffing has he ever had a premature ejaculation, in fact, he took longer than most regular wolves to orgasm. He started to whimper with every movement as I sucked his rod as hard as I possibly could while clawing into his thighs, causing a little bit of blood to emerge. Finally I heard Jake let out a long howl and a few seconds later I began to choke on all the cum flying into my muzzle and down my throat. It was an amazing symphony of howls that came from Jake's throat and with each jerk I could feel another load of cum coating my tongue, teeth, gums, and throat. I had to spit out a little after a few seconds but for the most part I kept it all in.
As I gave a final slurp to his now softening cock I whipped my head back, letting a small line of cum fly through the air and onto his chest and nose. He was about to say something but before he could I pulled his head towards mine and kissed him passionately, letting all his cum from my mouth go into his as we slurped each other's tongues. I actually felt him swallowing his own cum so I did the same and slowly the ratio of cum to saliva switched in favor of saliva. We kissed for a while, making sure one another got a taste of the other's entire muzzle. Then I slowly pulled away from him and stared at him intently. His golden eyes bewildered me and for a second I wondered if my blue eyes did the same to him, but I lost the thought and just kept on looking at him.
"I love you Jake, in every way possible." I slowly said thinking it had more meaning in it than it actually did. Maybe to Jake it did and I was just over thinking the sentence. Either way it compelled him to respond, "Me too bro... I mean, I love you too... and in every way, yeah." I chuckled at him and licked off the extra cum and blood that was on his fur until he was clean. Then I pulled him in for a hug and squeezed his fur. He squeezed my fur back but with somewhat less strength.
He moved his head a bit until his nose was directed to my ear and whispered,
"So... when do I get to return the favor?"