Part 5 - Spending the Night
#6 of Youth and Vigor
...in which Ray has a delightful dream and a surprising wake-up call.
Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This story contains a purely fictional relationship between an adult and a minor. If this sort of thing offends you, don't read this story. If this sort of thing interests you, please enjoy. This is my first story on SoFurry and I appreciate any constructive community feedback.
Additional Note: I'm having a lot of fun writing these stories, and if there's any playful misadventures you'd like to see Ray and the cubs get into, I'm open to content suggestions. Please leave a comment if you'd like to suggest an idea. I can't promise I'll use it, but if I like what I hear I'll try to work it in. I also appreciate the votes and favorites!
Part 5 - Spending the Night
Ray gently ran his paw down the cub's bare back. The little doberman pup was laying across the couch with his head in Ray's lap. He rolled his shoulders and growled contentedly. "Thank you for letting me stay here tonight, Mister Ray." the pup stretched out and kicked his footpaws playfully against the couch, then got up on his elbows and nuzzled the wolf's side.
"You're welcome here anytime, Greg. You're a lot of fun to have around." he smiled and scratched the cub between the ears and then ran his paw down to Greg's little cubby rump, cupping it in his big warm paw and giving a squeeze. The pup responded with a giggle as his tail started wagging a bit faster.
"Do I have to put my clothes back on when the washing machine is done?" he asked, peeking up over the back of the couch toward the laundry room where Ray had been cleaning the pup's dirty clothes. "I like just being in my fur with you!"
This boy could stay naked forever as far as he was concerned. The wolf loved running his paws over the puppy's soft sides and back, tracing the lines of his beautiful fur pattern. "Not if you don't want to, I like being in just my fur too." he answered, rubbing the cub's chin. Ray hadn't bothered to put clothes back on after their bath either. He was normally a little more modest around company, but this puppy seemed to have a very strong affinity for the wolf's scent. He had an adorable habit of pushing his muzzle against Ray and sniffing when he thought the wolf wasn't paying attention. Of course, how could he miss a cute little thing like that, especially when the pup's muzzle explored down lower. The pup wagged his little tail happily and pressed his muzzle against Ray's belly fur, sniffing happily.
"Mmmm, good!" Greg smiled and nuzzled in closer. He put his paw up on Ray's thigh and closed his eyes. It wasn't long before Ray could hear his breathing regulate as the pup's chest slowly rose and fell. Ray just kept petting the cub's back softly, watching him drift off to sleep. It wasn't long before he closed his eyes too. Today had been the best day of his life, and he couldn't wait to see what would happen tomorrow. Slowly he fell asleep.
Ray looked around, the forest was calm and quiet. He felt at ease, but at the same time feral. His senses felt heightened; his hearing was keen and his scent was strong. He stepped slowly though the brush on all fours, the bed of autumn leaves crackling underneath his paws. He lifted his head and sniffed at the air, someone was nearby. He crouched low to the ground and perked up his ears. A branch snapped behind him and the wolf whipped around to see a small figure peeking out from behind a tree. The figure looked like a cub, except he was standing on two legs instead of four like him. The figure giggled and a young boy stepped forward. A canine, maybe, but not one he had seen before. The boy cautiously approached, holding out his paw. Ray stood his ground, waiting to see what the curious little thing was going to do. The boy eventually got close enough to touch him, and reached up to rub behind the wolf's ears.
Well this wasn't so bad, he thought, seemed like a friendly enough creature. Ray pressed his muzzle back against the visitor, sniffing up and down his body. The wolf caught a strange scent too, and moved his muzzle lower. Ray wasn't sure what it was, but he pushed his nose deep into the cub's shorts to get a better sniff. The cub gasped in surprise and fell down backwards on his rump. Ray just pushed his muzzle in deeper, reaching out his tongue for a taste. His wet wolf tongue found something warm and soft. He licked at it, warm and salty. He wanted more. The wolf wrapped his teeth around the cub's shorts, and pulled them down to get more room. He pressed his tongue back against the boy's groin, licking up as much of the taste as he could. The young canine only gasped or made soft moaning noises. Occasionally he would thrust up toward the wolf, mostly he just let the animal have his way.
Soon the cub had a new idea. He rolled over and got up on all fours, his shorts down at his ankles and raised his bushy tail. He wanted to be mounted! He wanted to be bred, like a female. Ray pressed his nose under the cub's tail and sniffed deeply, lapping his tongue against the tight little hole. It was going to be a tight fit, but the wolf definitely liked this idea. He stepped forward and pushed the eager tip of his cock against the cub. He towered over the young thing, who was breathing heavily under him, the scent of arousal strong in his musk. Then the wolf pulled his hips back and thrust. His cock penetrated the boy's tailhole, who let out a yelp. But there was no turning back now, he pulled back and slammed in deeper. The little cub under him yelped again, this time louder, a lust in his tone. The wolf started humping faster; the cub was warm and tight. He hung his tongue out, panting, drops of his saliva falling onto the cub's back. He could hear the young thing whimpering... whimpering...
Ray woke up. The sound of soft whimpering quietly penetrating the darkness. He opened his eyes slowly, still unable to see too well in the dark. He looked down at his paws. No longer feral anymore, he thought. He saw a small, dark, blurry figure on the ground in front of the couch. Could it be... from his dream? His head was still a bit hazy. Ray sat up a bit which caused the couch to shift. Suddenly the small figure gasped and stopped moving. Of course it was Greg, Ray could see as his eyes continued to adjust. The pup was crouched over something, a guilty look on his face as he tucked his ears back and stared up at Ray. "Greg, what are you..." he began.
"I'm sorry, Mister Ray! I... I woke up in the middle of the night and my thingy was really hard again. I didn't want to wake you up." he hurriedly explained.
"Oh puppy, it's okay, I'm not mad! What's that you're sitting on there?" Ray sat up and leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees.
"I found some slippery stuff in the bathroom, and... and this... it reminded me of you." Greg pulled up a little bit to give the wolf a better look. Ray could hardly believe it. The pup had found one of his dildos, and this wasn't a small one! That was his favorite canine toy, about 8 inches long and as fat as a cucumber with veins and ridges down the side. It was in deep too, especially for a cub, about halfway down the shaft. He'd really underestimated this pup, Greg was learning fast. It took Ray months to be able to take a dildo that size. "I really like it, Mister Ray. I just want... I just want to be full!" The puppy pushed back down on the silicon toy underneath him, taking it all the way to the start of the knot as he leaned his head back and let out a high moan.
"Greg, that's a very, very good puppy!" Ray got down on his knees in front of the pup. His cock was still rock hard from his dream and it fell against the pup's soft chestfur, smearing some pre-cum against his belly. Greg smiled up at him and wagged his tail faster. "Why don't you keep going," Ray suggested.
"Can I suck on your thingy too?" the puppy asked, nuzzling against Ray's thick wolf cock. Ray let out a soft moan and nodded, grabbing his dick in his paw to make it easier for the pup to reach. The little doberman wasted no time. He wrapped his muzzle as far as he could around the wolf's member, his little wet tongue playfully licking up the underside. Meanwhile he bobbed up and down faster on the canine toy he was riding, each thrust making him moan. The pup's noises were driving Ray wild. He kept bucking into the cub's muzzle, giving his knot a squeeze as he held it. The puppy had incredible vitality, he was riding that toy hard and fast, almost down over knot. It seemed he was determined to tie it inside him, and each thrust would stretch him a little bit wider.
Greg bucked and moaned, his 4 inch cock slapping against his chest fur. Ray was riding right on the edge too, stroking himself vigorously as the puppy lapped at the head of his dick. Then he heard Greg yelp, loudly, almost in pain but intermixed strongly with pleasure. The doberman pup arched back and came hard, shooting his puppy seed all over his bellyfur and chest. Ray looked down to see that he'd taken the knot all the way in and only the base of the toy was visible. Watching him take that knot was all it took to send the wolf over the edge too. He shot his warm, creamy load at the puppy's chest, tilting his head back and gasping as he climaxed. How many times was he going to cum today?! This was incredible.
Both Greg and Ray watched each other in the afterglow, panting as they caught their breath. Ray watched his seed drip down through the cub's fur and mix with his own boy juice. The wolf leaned forward and pressed his warm wide tongue against the doberman pup's soft belly, licking all the way up to his chin and taking a deep swallow of all the cum he could collect. Then he scooped up more in his paw and offered it to the cub. Greg yipped in pleasure and wrapped his muzzle around two of Ray's fingers, licking off all the seed and then licking his lips.
"Come on cub, you need to get some sleep." Ray panted, still recovering a bit from his 4th climax that day. "Let's go to bed." he scooped the cub up in his arms, the big canine toy still knotted inside his warm cubby rump. Greg just whimpered in response, nuzzling against Ray's chest fur. Ray set him down on the bed sheets and then laid down next to him, pulling the cub close. "You can keep the toy in, Greg, but I'm going to pull the knot back out, okay?"
Greg nodded, folding his ears back slightly. Ray reached down and started pulling a bit on the base of the toy. Greg let out a moan and clenched, pulling it back in a bit. "Aww, come on now cub, you're going to have to relax or this will be sore in the morning." the wolf advised, rubbing the cub's rump softly. The pup tried to relax as Ray pulled again, the knot stretching his tailhole on the way out. Greg clenched his jaw and whined a bit then gave a sharp yelp, but Ray eventually managed to pop the toy back out to the top of the knot. "Theeere you go, gooood boy. Do you want me to leave the rest in, or take it out?" he put both paws on the pups rear and patted it approvingly.
"I want to be full..." the little boy moaned softly, nuzzling against the bed sheets.
"Full it is then, you sleep well pup." Ray wrapped his arms around the cub and pulled him close, trying not to apply too much pressure to the toy locked inside his playful little house guest. Minutes later they were both deep asleep, exhausted, and spent.