# Surprise Sex

Author:  Fiskerton
Tags: Authority, First Time, Fox, M/M, Watersports, Wolf

Disclaimer: This contains gay furry sex. If you are offended by this or are under 18, turn back now before it's too late.  
  
Well, second story. By now, you'll probably start seeing a theme of authority in my stories.

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Have you ever heard of true love? Do you believe that when you find "the one," you'll be  
able to hear an angelic choir and everything else just blurs out? As if it feels that only  
you and your true love exist? You would feel a bit dizzy and trail off mid-sentence or  
babble incoherent words. And you'd talk to your friends all day and night about how great he  
or she is even if you've never met him or her. You've probably seen, or even felt something  
like this when you were in school, at the beach, at a club. It's pure bliss isn't it?  
  
Well, that's not how it happened with me. I wasn't at school or a beach or a club when it  
happened. I didn't catch his eye and he stared deeply into mine. I didn't feel woozy all of  
a sudden with a goofy grin plastered on my face. And certainly no damn choir sang for me.  
No, my true love was someone I never would have expected.  
  

  I was only sixteen when he came into my life. I led a mostly dull and unexciting existence  
in a big city. I lived in an apartment with my parents a short walk from the high school  
where I attended as a sophomore. My grades were average at best, rarely rising above a B.  
I didn't attend any clubs and chose to go straight home every day. My few friends, if they  
could be called that, at school were always "busy" when I wanted to hang out. But I knew  
they just wanted to avoid me. I tailed them after school once without being seen and saw  
them enter a house with the telltale signs of a party. That day, I cried myself to sleep.  
  
At first glance, I might seem like an athletic type. A passerby might even call me cute or  
hot. My vulpine body's muscles were toned and with very little evidence of fat. But, really,  
I only exercised out of fear: fear of being made fun of for being too fat, or too weak.  
After all, I was already made fun of for being gay. Every day, I endured disgusted looks,  
turned backs and indiscreet giggles. It hurt, but at least this way people would leave me  
alone. Better than getting beaten up every day like some other kids I know. Coming out was  
one of the biggest mistakes I ever made, or so I thought.  
  

  It was late spring and I was heading home through my usual out-of-the-way route. I never  
took the main streets home because everyone else did. I was walking through a dark alley  
with my head looking down. Even though the sun was still up, the high walls of the  
surrounding buildings blocked its light from entering the alleyway. I just bombed an  
important test earlier that day and I was beating myself up over it. It was relatively easy  
too; I just didn't get enough sleep last night. Don't ask what I was doing.  
  
Focused on self-anger, I didn't notice the furson leaning against the brick wall halfway  
down the alley. He must have gotten up at my approach because I bumped my head against his  
muscular chest. I grunted as I hit him and thought that I hit a dead end wall. Upon looking  
up, I was very surprised at who I just walked into.  
  
He was a very big timber wolf that I recognized immediately. I had been caught more than  
once unconsciously staring at him in the locker room. He was a senior named John and he was  
the quarterback of the school's football team. Buff and tough, he was extremely popular and  
easily the strongest guy around. He stood about a head taller than me with a barrel chest as  
thick and strong as a tree trunk. Ask any girl who has felt him, or even any guy who tried  
to punch him, and they'll tell you that those muscles were like steel bars. Needless to say  
I was extremely attracted to him, like a moth to a flame.  
  

  I took a few steps back and rubbed my pained muzzle as I stared at him in anger and, I  
admit, in admiration. As I examined him head to toe, I do it almost unconsciously now  
whenever I see him, I noticed he was only wearing some sweatpants with a picture of a  
jackal, the school mascot, on one leg. His upper body had no clothing, fully exposing his  
chest. I felt my cock stir just looking at his perfect pecs and abs.  
  
He had his hands on his hips with legs spread in a cocky stance. Judging by his malicious  
grin, he was here to make fun of me, beat me up or, more likely, both. I tensed up my body,  
ready to face whatever he had in store for me. I could take it. He took a step forward and I  
reflexively put my hands up to defend. But that didn't exactly matter. His hands shot out  
past my so-called defense and grabbed my shirt. It was done so quickly, I was too surprised  
too move at all. He slowly pulled me up off the ground so his eyes and mine were level then  
painfully slammed me into the wall. The force knocked the breath out of me and I hung limp  
in his powerful hands still off the ground. His grin grew wider, scaring the shit out of me.  
He was stronger than I first thought, and that was already pretty strong. By that point, I  
was panicking.  
  

  Then he did something I would never have guessed nor ever forget. My eyes widened as he  
leaned in and kissed me right on the lips. Caught off guard, I gasped and he took the  
opportunity to thrust his tongue into my muzzle. He explored every nook and cranny of my  
mouth with that long broad canine tongue of his, making sure my entire mouth was covered in  
his saliva. He slowly moved forward until our bodies touched. He pressed me into the wall so  
hard that when he let go of my shirt to cup my head in surprisingly gentle paws, the  
friction alone kept me off the ground.  
  
He began to grind his powerful hips into my own, causing both our cocks to harden. I let out  
a lust-filled moan as I closed my eyes, and his tongue just grew more aggressive. He even  
attempted to push his tongue down my throat. My head was so filled with pleasure, I felt a  
little bit light-headed. I grabbed the back of his neck and started thrusting my hips as  
well in sync with his.  
  
After what seemed like forever, he broke the kiss and gently lowered me down onto the  
ground. He lifted my chin and stared deeply into my half-lidded eyes.  
  

  Then, for the second time today, he slammed me into the wall, this time with my back to him.  
I shouted out loud in pain, tears forming. He immediately muffled the sound with his huge  
paw, closing my muzzle. I looked back and saw him place a finger to his lips, telling me to  
be quiet. He looked down the alley both ways to see if anyone noticed. When he didn't see  
anyone he turned his attention back to me, placing that devious grin back on his muzzle.  
With one hand on my back holding me in place, he roamed my body with his hand with the same  
thoroughness he used in my mouth. He bent over and tasted my neck. He licked and smelled it,  
taking an occasional nibble. He started grinding his hips into me again, groaning softly in  
lust. I could feel his fully erect cock rubbing up and down my ass crack through the fabric  
of my shorts and marveled at its immense size. It was bigger than in my fantasies. I guess  
it didn't surprise me, he was a jock after all. He took his hand off my back and slid it  
down to my groin. He growled predatorily when he found it erect. I gasped and moaned as he  
squeezed my knot through the fabric, now fully grown.  
  

  By now, I didn't have a single thought of anyone else but him and his massive cock grinding  
forcefully into me. I felt him undo the button of my shorts and push it down to my ankles,  
but I didn't care. I felt him rip off my shirt from my body, and I only shivered in  
pleasure. Hell, I didn't care if the entire world was watching us right then and there with  
cameras. All that mattered was him and his cock.  
  
Soon, he was panting and groaning heavily into my ear. One hand was rubbing my chest and the  
other was fondling my balls, eliciting moans from me. I could feel his sweat rubbing against  
my back and ass. The heavy scent of his male musk filled the air and I drank all of it in  
with gusto. I started humping back into his cock and felt my ass start to get wet. I  
realized it was his pre. A copious amount of the sticky white liquid was spewing from his  
cock as it rubbed up and down.  
  
I knew he needed more than just grinding and humping now. He needed to fuck me, and I was  
desperate for him to fuck me. So, I helped him out by reaching back and grabbing the elastic  
of his sweatpants. It took some effort considering my position, but I managed to pull it  
down, freeing his cock and balls from the tight fabric. I gasped as I felt the heat coming  
off of his member; it was so intense.  
  

  He didn't have any conscious thoughts in him anymore, only animalistic sex-driven instinct.  
He wasted no time in impaling me on his powerful cock. Pushing my tail aside, he thrust his  
cock as deep as he possibly could into my virgin tailhole. I bit my lip hard to keep from  
screaming in pain, but a muffled yell still escaped from my throat. It felt like I was going  
to be ripped in two, it was so huge. It could have been worse, but his pre provided some  
lubing, thank God. I don't think I could've taken such a huge cock without some kind of  
lubrication.  
  
After the initial thrust, he immediately pulled back out and thrust in again with more force  
than the first. He had no thought but to bury his cock as deep as he could into what he  
considered his bitch. Each thrust of his powerful hips penetrated deeper and deeper until  
soon I felt his knot start bumping against my hole. The pain of taking a cock for the first  
time subsided after the first few thrusts and I enthusiastically humped back onto his cock,  
trying to take in as much as I could. It felt so wonderful having this massive thing fill  
me, be inside me. And each thrust pushed against my prostrate, adding to the overwhelming  
pleasure I was already getting. His huge, low-hanging balls audibly slapped against my  
thighs with each thrust. I was panting and sweating and moaning and groaning along with him  
in a chorus of lust.  
  

  Soon, my orgasm came, and it was mind-blowing. It was easily the most powerful orgasm I had  
ever had up to that point. My fox cum sprayed all over the wall in front of me, then was  
rubbed into my fur as his fucking forced me up the wall with each push. But, he was nowhere  
near done.  
  
He fucked me for nearly an hour against that wall. I couldn't believe his endurance; I  
guessed it came from playing football. But eventually, he couldn't hold back any longer.  
With one mighty push, he pushed his knot past my anal ring and thrust as deep as he could.  
The pain from the knot caused me to loudly scream into the open, but I muffled it quickly  
hoping no one heard me. I felt him filling me as rope after rope of thick juicy wolf cum  
jetted deep into my bowels. As his orgasm struck, he bit down hard on my shoulder, drawing  
blood. I recognized it as a mating bite; I was now his forever. The scar that would form  
would be proof of it.  
  
The intense heat, pain and pleasure I experienced caused me to orgasm a second time. This  
one felt much more amazing and fulfilling than the last and I shot more cum out than I  
thought I ever had. His orgasm lasted a good five minutes before finally subsiding. His knot  
prevented the cum from leaving, so I felt a little bloated after all that. But it was a  
good, full feeling. He released his bite.  
  

  The experience left us both weak and panting. He dropped to his knees from fatigue, dragging  
me along onto the ground. I placed my hands on the wall for support to keep from falling. He  
hugged my tightly around my neck and laid his head against me. I felt him start to lick up  
the blood while growling dominantly, as if to say You're mine now.  
  
Then I felt something unexpected; liquid was starting to pour into my ass again. I realized  
with shock that it was piss; the air soon smelled of it. He was marking me to guarantee his  
dominance. I wasn't exactly sure how to feel about being possessed. Sad? Angry? Elated? I  
think I was mostly the last one.  
  
I think we both fell asleep at this point because the next conscious moment I had, it was  
already nighttime and raining. I looked up and felt the raindrops soak my fur to the bone. I  
could feel his chest rising and falling behind me; he was still sleeping. I climbed off his  
now soft cock and turned around. The contents of my ass poured out long ago and were  
washed away by the rain.I gently laid his head on my lap and stared lovingly at him. He was  
even hotter as he slept. I laid my head back on the wall where we mated and closed my eyes.  
  

  I couldn't believe what had happened on that day, but I know this: it was the best day of my  
life. After that day, my life turned around. I was happier. I did better in school. And, through association, I became extremely popular. No one knew why the school quarterback  
was suddenly friendly to a gay loner like me, but no one questioned him. And although rumors did  
surface, none gained much strength.  
  
And from that day forward so long ago, we've been lovers ever since.  
  
So, true love isn't always found in a romantic setting, and it isn't always who you expect. Keep your eyes open, and maybe you'll find your own John.  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
Hope you enjoyed it. d-(^\_^)z  
  
 

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