One time, in Europe...
If you're here, then you already know this is an adult story with adult situation, specifically male-on-male, anthropomorphic sex. If this disturbs you...well, eat me.
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The Maybach 62 snaked through the twists and turns of the Autobahn, exuding an aura of expertise, an experienced driver behind the wheel. Vincent's mind raced as the powerful 550 horsepower V12 carried the tall, well-built German Shepherd and his passenger like a rocket through the empty roadways, speedometer quickly climbing over 100 kph, a feeling of freedom enveloping him, one he had never felt before. He shot a quick glance over to his friend in the passenger seat, a wolf named Jake, and saw the he was wide-eyed, his snow-white fur even paler than usual. Another glance and Vincent could see Jake clutching the armrest tightly, claws nearly ripping into the upholstery. Vincent chuckled lightly to himself and slowed down a bit, looking at Jake, who has released his death grip on the armrest, but was still breathing very quickly. Vince laughed again "C'mon man, I'm just seeing what it can do...how often do we get to drive something like this on a road with no speed limit?"
Jake laughed nervously "I just...I'm not used to that, it's different when you aren't in control..."
"Alright, not so fast anymore. You're lucky, most people I'd have just ignored and sped up," Vincent replied with a slight smile. "The hotel's in Frankfurt, right?"
"Yeah, should be about..." Jake glanced at his map, "300 miles from here."
"Ok...well, it's almost midnight, I think we should stop and get some coffee and food, that way I can drive through the night and have us there by morning," said Vincent. Jake nodded in agreement, and then turned the radio on, Vincent recognized the tune, something from Catch 22. For a long time, neither of them spoke. Jake had leaned his seat back and was snoozing lightly, while the dog next to him was wide-awake at the wheel. It had been an interesting trip, to say the least.
Vincent met Jake a while back, almost two years, when he thought about it. That was back in their junior year of college, and in the time since, the two had become close friends. It really didn't surprise Vincent all too much when the white wolf had asked him to come to Europe with him, as a graduation celebration, but what did stun him was the...lavishness of the trip. He knew that Jake's parents were loaded, and although they seemed nice enough when he met them, they didn't strike him as the kind of people that would finance a $20,000 vacation, especially if they weren't taking it. Yet thus far, the two had stayed in a castle (literally) in England, a hotel overlooking the French Rivera in Paris, and then there was the car...Vincent didn't know exactly how much it would cost to rent the Maybach, but he suspected that it was a significant amount. It was something that had plagued these thoughts the whole trip, as wonderful as it was. He couldn't understand why anyone would go to all the trouble for him. He knew that Jake could care less about the car; Vincent knew that it was a gift from him...a couple times; he thought maybe Jake liked him more than as a friend. The idea seemed absurd, but during the trip, he noticed it became more plausible. They had slept together in a huge bed during their nights in France, it was a room-booking mistake, but there was plenty of room between them. Still, the one time that Vincent woke up first, he noticed the visible bulge in his friend's pants. He dismissed the thoughts quickly though...it was...he shook his head and sighed. "We're friends. That's it," he muttered to himself.
He went back to concentrating on driving, Jake sound asleep in the seat next to him. Vincent couldn't keep the thoughts away, though. What if he was right, what if all this was an attempt to seduce him? There was something...exciting about the idea.
Upon thinking that, Vincent slapped his forehead in frustration, cursing under his breath. What would his parents say? He could imagine his dad, who was honorably discharged from the military after being acquitted of charges of beating a gay civilian to within an inch of his life in a bar. His dad would have no problem ripping a gaping hole in his throat if his son turned out queer. But still...
Before he could have more time to dwell on the subject, he noticed the roadside diner, nearly devoid of other cars but still open. He braked quickly and rolled in to the parking lot, giving Jake a gentle nudge. "Hey, wake up, I found food."
Jake mumbled something, moving groggily. Stepping out of the car, the difference between the two was apparent. Jake was only about 5'8'', while Vincent stood at a muscled 6'5''; his dark eyes a sharp contrast to the piercing blue hue of Jake's. The two looked across the roof at each other, their eyes meeting for a brief second before Jake turned away and started for the diner's door. Vincent followed, completely oblivious to the deep blush his friend was hiding.
The diner was typical of the Bavarian region; although it was completely devoid of any other furs, save for a few staff. Jake and Vincent sat down in a booth in the corner, each ordering a big mug of beer. For the next hour, it was all small talk. The sights they'd seen, wanted to see, the Yankees...Vincent didn't know if Jake could sense the uncomfortable mood, but he certainly could. Zoning out a little bit, staring at the empty plate under him, he was brought back when he heard Jake's familiar voice. "Vince...I've had a really good time, and you've make it even better...I just thought you should kn-" He never got the chance to finish. A tall, imposing leopardess stood over their table. "WIR SIND GESCHLOSSEN!"
Both of them recoiled in their seats, Vincent looked up at the waitress. "English?"
The leopardess rolled her eyes. "We're closed. We've been closed for an hour. Get...out..." she had to work to control her rage, storming away after dropping the check on the table and muttering "Unwissend Amerikaner." Jake dropped some Euros on the table, and they both rushed out of the diner, hopping quickly into the car and peeling out of the parking lot.
For about five minutes, neither of them said anything, but after a bit, they both started cracking up. "Shit, we're just typical Americans, aren't we?" Jake laughed hard, their prior conversation all but forgotten. They sped into the night, reminiscing about similar past situations, laughing all the while.
By 3 in the morning, Jake was asleep once again, his seat leaned back and his tongue hanging out of his muzzle as he rested. Vincent was realizing what an idiot he was for not having coffee, it was a challenge to stay awake, let alone think straight. He knew the forest would end in about 50 miles, and then they' hit the city, where he could get to the hotel easily.
When driving a fast car on a winding road, a loss of concentration, even for a second, can be deadly. Vincent found this out the hard way, closing his eyes for a moment on a straight stretch of road. When he opened them, he was already halfway into a corner. Jerking the wheel hard, he realized immediately that he had overcorrected. The car began to spin, g-forces pushing the sleeping wolf into the door and jolting him awake. He screamed upon seeing the situation, holding on tight to the armrest and praying that the car wouldn't flip. They kept spinning for what seemed like an eternity, trees and road flying by at an impossible pace, Vincent trying frantically to right the car. Finally, he got the tires to grip, slamming on the brakes and sending the car to a screeching halt in the dirt off the main road. Jake whimpered, looking out his window, seeing he was inches away from a massive tree trunk. Both of them sat there in shock, Vincent speaking first. "Oh God...Jake...I'm so sorry, I just...I closed my eyes for a second and it was there, right in front of my...oh...you're ok?"
Jake nodded in reply, still silent. Vincent tried to start the car again, but the motor whirred and died. He frowned and looked over at the shivering wolf "Hey...stay here for just a second, I'm going to look at the engine"
As the german shepherd climbed out of the car, Jake began to cry silently, trying to collect himself, but he just...couldn't. Hearing the door open once again, sniffling and wiping away his tears quickly, he looked at the figure that climbed in next to him. Vincent gazed over, a sorrowful look on his face. "I don't know what's wrong...but Jake...I'm so glad you're ok, if you'd gotten hurt because of this, I couldn't have forgiven myself." He pulled out a cell phone, beginning to dial information for a tow service, when Jake reached over and pulled the cell away from his ear.
"Vince...I wanted to tell you earlier...I..." he trailed off, looking down at his lap. Vincent sat, unsure of what to do or say. In a swift motion, Jake looked up and leaned forward, kissing Vincent softly, then blushing a deep scarlet that was easily visible under his white fur. He gazed at his friend for a while, reading for a reaction, or an objection...but there wasn't one. Slowly, he leaned in again, pressing his lips against Vincent's, licking the dog's lips and murring deeply. He wrapped his arms around his friend, running his fingers through the silky smooth fur.
Vincent's mind raced. The kiss wasn't unwelcome, but it wasn't like kissing a vixen...he couldn't tell what the difference was, but he knew he liked it. Opening his muzzle, he began to massage Jake's tongue with his own, cupping the back of the wolf's head and murring into his muzzle. They kept on for a while more, Jake breaking the kiss to breathe. Vincent gazed into Jake's eyes, whimpering a little "I don't...I don't know if this is right."
Jake smiled at his, moving up to lick at his ears, whispering "It is...trust me...climb in back, and I can show you..."
Vincent thought for a second before climbing between the seats, lying back down on the spacious leather seat, Jake following close behind. The wolf straddled Vincent, bending down to kiss him again, moaning softly into his muzzle, arms stroking up and down his arms. Closing his eyes, Jake broke the kiss, licknibbling on the dog's neck, drawing a quiet moan from Vincent. Sliding his paws under Vincent's shirt, he removed it easily, following suit with his own. Smiling to himself, Jake moved down further, running his tongue through Vincent's soft chestfur, licking his nipples, biting them softly in between. Vincent began to scritch Jake's ears as the wolf kissed on his tummy, his eyes closed and ears folded back, thoroughly enjoying the attention.
Jake brought his paw down to undo the shepherd's belt, eagerly doing that, then sliding Vince's pants off easily, looking up and suppressing a moan. Vincent's legs were spread, revealing a massive pair of furry black orbs and a bulging sheath. Jake breathed deeply, the powerful male scent filling him with lust, yet he managed to keep his actions slow. Wrapping a paw around the waiting sheath, he pulled down slowly, exposing the pink dog cock. Jake murred deeply, Vince was huge and he wasn't even hard yet. Moving his muzzle close to the waiting cock, sticking out his tongue and licking the tip lightly.
It was sheer ecstasy, it was what he had waited for, and the exquisite taste of the voluptuous canine's cock didn't disappoint. It took every ounce of restraint Jake had to avoid just deepthroating his friend and sucking him dry...he couldn't, at least not yet. Instead, he licked the underside of the growing dogcock from the base to the tip, eliciting another moan from Vincent. Opening his muzzle a little, Jake began to suck on Vincent's tip, tasting the pre that was beginning to coat his tongue. He started to lower his muzzle, taking the now rock-solid cock inch by inch, rubbing his tongue all over, feeling every vein. Once he was about halfway down, Vincent bucked his hips upward, forcing the rest of his cock into Jake's muzzle. Jake avoided gagging, feeling Vince's length hit the roof of his muzzle, precum now pouring straight down his throat. He kept on licking for a while with the entire cock in his muzzle, finally pulling his head up, nearly to the tip, then sucking down again, repeating the pattern, bobbing his head on the dog's throbbing red cock, even managing to take Vincent's wide knot into his muzzle.
Vince moaned loudly, beginning to thrust his hips upwards in time with Jake's motions, forcing himself as far as he could get into the wolf's eager muzzle. Jake was overwhelmed by pleasure and desire, the cock in his mouth the best thing he had ever tasted, and he worshipped it, only vaguely aware of his pants, which were now soaked with his own pre. Moving a paw down his boxers and wrapping it around his bulging member, he started to paw off as he sucked wildly on the dog, wet slurping sounds coming from his muzzle, in between moans. His thoughts were completely focused on giving his friend the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced, and judging from Vincent's loud moans, he was on the edge. Trying to push him over the edge, Jake took the thick knot in his lips and gave several squeezes. That was all it took. Vincent screamed, overcome by an intense passion, he gripped the side of the seat so tight that his claws ripped into the leather, his entire body tensing as he pushed hard upward into Jakes muzzle, shooting waves of hot dogcum into Jake. The wolf hadn't anticipated the amount or power of the seed, he swallowed what he could, the rest spilling over the sides of his muzzle and into Vincent's lap. Jake pulled off, taking hold of Vincent's throbbing cock and spraying cum onto his face, his muzzle his neck. At that moment, his own climax hit him, he moaned loudly and filled his pants with wolf seed. He closed his eyes, unable to think straight, the two of them stayed there for a while, panting hard as their orgasms subsided. Jake eventually climbed up on top of Vincent, smiling wide at him. Vincent looked up at the wolf and smiled just as big, leaning his head up to kiss him passionately. Jake returned the kiss, then laid his head down on the dog's chest, gazing up at him, murring and snuggling close to his warm body. "I have a feeling the next few weeks are going to be the best of your life," he whispered.
Vincent nodded slowly, hugging the wolf tight. "So...we'll sleep here, get help tomorrow...then...Frankfurt." He laughed quietly "You're right...I think it applies to you too."
Jake nodded and kissed his lover's lips softly, laying his head down once again and closing his eyes. Vincent did the same, falling asleep with his arm wrapped tight around the white wolf, just as the sun peaked over the tips of the Black Forest's trees.
Afterword: This is my first furry story, I've done a bit of other stuff in the past. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed reading it, because I enjoyed writing it. Questions, praise, criticism, anything that will enlarge my penis and/or breasts, send to [email protected]
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