When we were Young
Back when I was around 8 years old, was when I first met Rick. I can't remember exactly how it happened, but somewhere along the way we exchanged words with one another in school and after that, started hanging out.
He was strong, even at 9 years old. Having him as a friend was always a great benefit when it came to any rough-housing on the playground. Anywhere he went I followed and vice versa. Our parents just thought it was adorable how close we were. Maaan, they had no idea.
When I hit 10 years old, I figured it was time for me to learn how to fend for myself in a fight and I took up Tae Kwon Do. Much to Rick's dislike, I was soon to able to put him on the ground in any matter of seconds. He got over it though, saying he was glad he had someone to watch his back if he ever needed it.
We started hanging out at my house alot, always locked in my room playing video games or playing the newest card game....I can recall the countless hours we stayed up playing Pokemon, an addiction Rick hasn't been able to break to this day. We pretty much did this for another 2 years, this would be the time where our feelings for each other grew into something a little more complex.
If I recall correctly, it was one hell of a stormy night, and Rick was sleeping over at my house...again. We had done the usual, playing cards and games, wrestling here and there with me always being the victor.
When we were getting ready to go to bed this time though, something strange happened to me. We had always been undressing in front of each other before going to bed, we didn't think there was anything wrong with it and the parents just figured it was ignorant bliss.
As he was taking his shirt off, I started admiring the way his body looked. He played alot of sports through our school years and his body was simply ripped, muscles everywhere. I wanted to go over to him and just rub my paws all over him. He then took his shorts off and I immediately took to admiring the bulge in his boxers, I almost slapped myself.
What in the world was making me think like this? Sure I was getting to that age where hormones were kicking in...but for another guy? After he was undressed, just standing there in his boxers..he saw me staring at his crotch. "Gore, what are you staring at?"
My face suddenly felt hot and I jerked my vision elsewhere. "Oh, nothing, just thought you're boxers looked cool." Man, that was a sorry excuse for a reply. I started taking off my own clothes with my back to Rick, even though I'd done it a hundred times, I was getting shy about undressing in front of another male.
When I was also down to my boxers, Rick grabbed me under my arms and tried to throw me over him, in a last-ditch effort to beat me in some sort of wrestling. Getting out of this hold was easy with my small, wiry frame. I just twisted underneath one of his arms and pulled it behind his back, causing him to whimper with pain. "I told you, you're never gonna win."
He fought as hard as he could to get a hold of me, but he was just too big to reach the places he needed to get to me. He then tried just picking me up with him and tossing us on the bed, but with almost no effort I managed to make him land on his back with me on top of him.
I'm not sure what coursed through my mind when I did this, but it almost felt like something took control of my body and made me.....lean down and kiss him. He just looked at me shocked, but he didn't push me away or even attempt to break the kiss. Instead his paws wandered up my sides, over my shoulders...eventually on top of my head and he pushed my muzzle even harder onto his.
When whatever made me act so strangely wore off, I jumped off him and and sort of cringed in a corner, not really believing what I had just done. "Rick...Rick, I'm really sorry...I don't know what made me do that." I thought I was getting ready to cry.
He walked over and sat down behind me and wrapped me in a hug, "Gore, I've always noticed you checking me out, bud. You're not exactly great at hiding it. I kind of figured you were gay or bi, I was just waiting until you told me." He let go and laughed a little. "But, I really didn't expect you to show me."
I was finding it hard to figure out why he was so calm about this when I was clearly freaking out. "So what? You're saying me being gay doesn't bother you?" I was looking at him now, with tears forming up in my eyes.
He reached up with both paws and wiped away the tears as then fell down my cheeks. "You know, I've also had a few mixed feelings where you were concerned. I didn't know what they were, but when you kissed me...all the fuzziness came into focus. I know now what those feelings are."
I was just staring at him in awe, being able to take all this in stride like that was something I couldn't have expected from anyone else. "It's the same way I feel about my parents, Gore. I think...I think I love you."
This time I really did burst into tears. Now that I look back at that night, I really despise myself for being such a crybaby, but it happens, right? I was going to say something..I can't rememeber what, but before I could get the words out, he leaned in and resumed the kiss. I closed my eyes and went limp in his arms, so many questions were burning in my head not two moments ago, yet suddenly none of them mattered.
All I could focus on was that the boy who owned all my attention for the past 4 years was locked onto my lips, they tasted better than any candy I'd ever eaten. I eventually managed to open my eyes, to see what Rick's face looked like connected to my own. I still had some tears in my eyes, but when Rick saw it he wiped at them with his paws again.
I pulled back from him to smile at him, "Rick, I don't know exactly how to say it...but I've wanted to be closer to you for years now, I've always had strange feelings toward you. Tonight though, my body just kind of expressed my feelings on its own."
He brushed his paw across my face, "You're such an emotional idiot. Stop using words, and show me."
I knew a few things about sex, but it was all stuff between a boy and girl. I didn't know anything about what two males would do. Then I decided since Rick was obviously bigger than me and more mature, I'd just do to him whatever a female would, and I kinda played the female every night since.
I stared down at the bulge in his boxers again, he saw this and knew what to do. He stood up and wrapped his claws around the band and pulled them down to his ankles. I couldn't help but admire what I was seeing. Of course, he was nearly a year and a half older than me, and at our age that can make quite a difference...but it was pretty obvious he was always going to be bigger than me.
I got up and pulled him over to the bed and laid him down, then moving back down to the furry sack and the sheath above it. I wasn't entirely sure what I was doing, neither was he...but all he had to do was lay there. I started fondling his furry, round orbs in my claws, then leaned down to lick at one until it was covered in saliva.
After a few seconds of this I saw his shaft emerging from the pocket of skin above. It looked beautiful to me, I couldn't explain the feeling exactly, but it was like getting a christmas present I had looked forward to all year. Without hesitation I moved my head up and started licking at the hardening member. I'll be honest, the taste was a little sour at first and I didn't like it all that well, but I pushed those thoughts into the back of my mind...this was clearly making him happy, and that's all I've ever wanted to do.
I knew what the next part of this was going to be, all I knew was to put his cock in my mouth and suck on it. I did just that, but I quickly molded it into my own fashion, taking all of it in and sucking hard as I slowly pulled my head off his member. I noticed a different flavor now, one that was both salty and sweet; I knew what it was, but tasting it gave it a new meaning to me.
I kept up my pace, not giving him a second to think...I still wasn't totally sure about why he gave in so easily. If he had known my feelings toward him so long, why didn't he ever show those feelings toward me? My attention was brought back to his throbbing cock when he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down on it so hard I gagged and thought I was going to vomit.
The sensation quickly subsided...and I tasted yet another new flavor. This one was almost entirely salty and it was much thicker than the juices leaking out of him before, however this time is wasn't leaking. My gullet was overflowing with this hot, wet substance, and I did the first thing that came to mind...I swallowed it.
Something about the flavor got me hooked, I instantly wanted more, and sucked even more vigorously at his member even as he cummed into my maw. When I was absolutely certain he didn't have any more left to give I moved back up to lay beside him on the bed.
As he lay there panting, his eye wide open, I whispered to him, "Do you understand now Rick?"
He leaned over and gave my nose a gentle lick, a gesture we'd come to use many a time in the future, and said, "Oh yes, I think I definately know where you're coming from."
We cuddled up on the covers and lay there, slowly drifting off to sleep without a care in the world, but those cares figured out a way to strike back. Soon, came school, and us trying to be what we were in an environment of judgemental people.
Sure it was rough, but we weren't going to let anyone stop us from being together to the fullest. We just shrugged off the insults and pointing claws the best we could, all the other students laughing at us for our decision.
I, being the emotional of the two, couldn't help freaking out or crying at some of the encounters I had with others who decided my way of life wasn't going to go peacefully. Rick, on the other hand, was like a freaking rock. Nothing could bother him, nothing swayed him, and he was always there to comfort me if I ever lost my own way.
If ever I was to say I had a knight in shining armor, it would have been that handsome wolf who called me his lover. Much of that school year passed the same way, but by next year...either because Rick had beaten enough people up or they had realized nothing they said would change us, they left us alone...for the most part.
I had become more comfortable with the taunts and gestures other kids made at me, I recall one instance where this tiger, no bigger than me and I was a shrimp for my species, walked by us at our lockers and mumbled the word "Queers" under his breath.
As he kept walking I called out, "Hey, Kitty", he turned around flustered to see me smiling and I turned up to Rick and kissed him. When the tiger put on a look of horror and walked away I couldn't help but laugh.
Rick looked behind him to see what was so hilarious and saw the tiger almost speed-walking in the other direction, "Was that really necessary?" he turned back to me with a big grin on his face.
I reached my muzzle back up to his. "Of course it was silly, he called us 'Queers' so I couldn't resist giving him a reson to do so."
His eyes went wild. "A reason, eh?" He reached down and kissed me so hard I thought he was going to suck my tongue out of my mouth. We clearly captured an audience, guys going "Oh, god." and "That's just gross." All the girls were giggling and saying how cute we looked.
I kind of felt bad for Rick though, I was always in a classroom or with him at school, so I wasn't ever really facing the prejudice alone. But he was still doing sports, a gay guy in the locker room wasn't exactly in every other player's best interest.
I remember one day he came over to my house after football practice with a black eye and blood oozing out of his nose, he told me "Practice was a little rough today." as he hugged me, but I knew better. The other players had finally taken a shot at getting him to quit sports via pummeling him. He decided he wasn't going to quit though, he was going to show those bastards that being gay didn't make him any less of an athlete.
I so admired how brave he was, despite all the things he went through to be with me. I felt in my heart that there was nothing too big or too small that I wouldn't do for this wolf given the opportunity. One such opportunity came in the form of a very, very horny Rick.
He was well into 17 now, me a little over 15. Up to that point we really hadn't thought of doing anything more than oral sex, maybe fingering here or there. This night, Rick came over with a mad look in his eye like he was on some sort of drug-induced craze.
"Gore...I'm taking you...all of you." Was what he shakily muttered into my ear. He closed my bedroom door and locked it, ripped (did I say mention he was acting crazy?) his clothes off...literally, then came over to me.
"Eh, sit down big boy, I'll handle my own apparel, thank you very much." The look in his eye didn't change, he looked like he was dead determined to 'take' me. I knew what he was after, and I wasn't going to deny it to him.
I finished undressing and lay down on the bed next to him, he was already wore a haggard expression, like he had just run miles to get here. When he looked over and saw me waiting he jumped up and dragged me to the end of the bed on my hands and knees. He then knelt down and invaded my tailhole with his tongue.
God did it feel good. He was going at it like it was some sort of addiction, so wet I could feel the saliva trickle down over my balls. He stood up and I noticed something different, I hadn't even touched him and he was...well, hard as a rock. The first time I had seen Rick's cock, it was only about 6 inches long, now it was a pulsing 10 inches of dog meat and he wasn't nearly afraid to use it.
He pulled me up off the bed and pulled my muzzle around to kiss me then laid me back down in my prior position. He picked my hind end up a little and resumed the charge with his tongue. I might have been moaning, I wasn't really sure because I was more caught up in the feelings in my head. I didn't even have a chance to brace myself for what happened next.
Without a warning, or anything, he stood back up, got in position...and plunged his cock into my rump. I felt more than shock, more than pain, I actually screamed it hurt so bad. It was like my tailhole had just been ripped wide open. It was a good thing my parents weren't home from work yet or this would have been the day they discovered my little secret.
Rick wasn't stopping either, to apologize or even to see if I was ok. He was already hard at work plowing my ass. After a few minutes of excruciating thrusting, the pain started to subside and I finally stopped sobbing. What used to feel like brutal torture now felt like the greatest pleasure.
I turned to look at Rick and saw that he was so into this his eyes were rolling into the back of his head. Since the feeling of pain at my tailhole was gone I figured I'd get a little more involved in whatever lust craze Rick had fallen upon. I started hammering myself back on his cock as he pushed forward, he noticed me moving this time and looked at me with an apologetic face, it was more than enough for me to forgive him.
A new sensation hit me then, everytime he pushed in I felt something widen my tailhole just a little more, enough for me to feel a slight tinge of pain again. Whatever it was, it was getting bigger and I started to hear a faint pop as the pain came at me in waves with each thrust. At first I had no idea what it was, and I wanted to turn to see what he was doing to bring me such displeasure, but I didn't get the chance.
Just when I finally had the pain under control enough to form words he drilled his cock into my rump hard, knocking me clear off my front paws and causing the tears to roll again. I could feel a warmth speading inside me and suddenly what was causing the renewed pain became clear to me, it was his knot. Rick had actually tied with me.
He reached up and hugged me as best he could from his position and panted into my ear, "Now...little wolf, you're mine."