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Following a turn with far too many points, Ryan's ugly truck backed up to the warehouse and sputtered into silence. He tossed open the door then emerged stone-faced and sweaty. None of the unfamiliar faces at the warehouse knew that Ryan was oddly-dressed by wearing a wife-beater and lacking his trusty red cap. This was not how he preferred to present himself, but the unseasonable heat demanded compromises.

Standing around near the truck, Ryan peeled his top off of his sweaty chest and headed for the office nearby. A vending machine sat out front looking tantalizing But in the middle of trying to feed a wrinkled five-dollar bill into the slot, an unfamiliar, scaly hand of a bird closed around his wrist.

"Uh, excuse me, but the vending machine is only for workers here."

Ryan idled at friendly, ready with a playful remark or a fart joke depending on the situation, but the day was hot, the sun hung at high noon, and the old trucker was too sweaty to humor bureaucracy. "Kid," he said, yanking his paw away, "either you're gonna help me peel my sweaty nuts off my thighs, or you're gonna let me get a fucking drink out of this goddamn machine."

The bird recoiled with a little horror yet lingered nearby as Ryan fumbled with the machine. "My name is Aivon," he puffed, shaping indignity and fear into some bureaucratic obstruction.

"Aivon?" Ryan laughed. "I don't need any makeup, kid. Get lost."

Aivon bristled and pouted, sharply filling out the breast of his suit. "Ha-ha-ha," he dully said, "I didn't get enough of that joke at university. Listen, mister--?"

"Ryan," he shortly replied, still trying to shove his bill into the slot. "Jesus Christ," he moaned. "I'm gonna die of dehydration before this fucking thing takes it."

"Look, sir, mister Ryan," Aivon said, grabbing firmly on the wolf's wrist, "I have a deadline to meet and no workers to unload that trailer. Red tape and union stuff - nobody will unload it since it isn't their job."

"And?" Ryan snapped.

Aivon recoiled. Though an exotic hybrid of bird and hyena, he had no teeth to show and in spite of his bluster, he cowed when Ryan bared his. He settled for clicking his beak and squeezing Ryan's wrist. "And," Aivon said, "you're an outside contractor, so you can unload the trailer."

The wolf turned his head to the truck and trailer, then back to Aivon, all in a painfully slow sweep. He forced a worrisome smile. "I drove the shit here. I got the invoice right in my truck, kiddo. It says delivery - nothing about unloading the shit."

As Aivon scowled, Ryan patted his breast condescendingly. "Hey, you look pretty sturdy under those threads, kid. I bet it'll be great exercise."

"Okay, look, mister Ryan--."

"Quit callin' me mister! I'm just Ryan. If you're gonna be a little turd, at least quit talking to me like I'm somebody's dad," Ryan said in a huff. "And I give up on this fucking machine," he groused, roughly pocketing his bill.

Sensing a chance to ingratiate himself to his only hope, Aivon nudged Ryan aside and fed a crisp new bill into the machine. "There you go."

Eyeing Aivon warily, Ryan punched the button for a can of iced tea. With a grin, he took the tea from the slot and pocketed the change. "Thanks, kid," he nodded before walking off.

Feeling as if he had been ditched, Aivon chased after Ryan, catching up quickly with a long-legged stride. He was taller than the large wolf, but considerably more frail. He dared not touch the trucker's shoulder but instead matched pace with him. "Ryan," Aivon said rather timidly, "are you gonna unload that trailer?"

"Kiddo," Ryan said between sips of his tea, "you seem to think I give a shit about your problems."

"Please," Aivon moaned.

Ryan ignored him and walked around to decouple the trailer. Aivon touched his arm. "Ryan, please! I'm--, I'm a desk jockey! I can't move crates, I don't know how forklifts work! I don't even pump my own gas!"

Over his shoulder and with a little sneer, Ryan murmured, "I bet you pump a mean dick, though. Look how fine you are in that lil' suit."

Aivon bristled and clenched his fists. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Ryan rolled his eyes and took a seat up on the rear fender. The truck and trailer provided shade. "I mean," he grinned, "that you look like somebody who knows how to give pleasure to another man. Explicit enough for you?"

"Well, I--, gosh," Aivon squeaked. He lashed his tail; instead of tail feathers, he had the fuzzy tail of his hyena side. "And what's that have to do with anything?" he asked, bracing his hands on his hips. "So what if I'm gay?"

"Nothin' wrong with it if you are," said Ryan, smiling wanly. "I mean, I am. So it's not like I'm gonna judge you for it. I might judge your performance and heckle you accordingly, but hey."

"You're gay!?" Aivon incredulously blurted, then looked around suddenly to be sure no workers were in earshot. He crept closer to the wolf with his tail nearly tucked. "You--, really? You're gay?"

Ryan showed his teeth. "What's so surprising about that, kiddo? Unless you're not surprised - maybe you're just thinking it's too good to be true, eh?"

Shoved back into indignity, Aivon snootily turned his beak away and folded his arms. "Let me tell you, that's not what I'm thinking."

Immediately Ryan chuckled and stepped back on the pavement. "That's too bad, 'cause it would've been fun. Good luck with that trailer, now."

"Ryan, wait!" Aivon groaned, grabbing Ryan's bicep. When he realized how sweaty Ryan was, he sheepishly withdrew his hands and wiped them on his jacket. "You have to help me. There's no way around it."

"Yeah, yeah," Ryan sighed. "But listen. You're gonna keep me company. And when I work," he smirked, "I like to be entertained."

"Entertained," Aivon cautiously repeated.

"With a story," the wolf nodded, walking to the warehouse. He looked over his shoulder and snapped, "C'mon, birdy! Ain't got all day here!"

Aivon sighed and chased after Ryan. Together they passed other workers standing idly by, most waiting for the crates to be unloaded. Ryan jovially greeted most and got the same in return, but Aivon received derisive snorts at best and rude gestures at worst.

Laughing and tossing his empty can in a recycling bin, Ryan remarked, "Boy, you're popular."

Aivon puffed. "Shut up."

Ryan rolled up the rear door on the trailer and crept around the strapped-in pallets, undoing the bindings one by one. "Don't just stand there, kid, get in here and tell papa wolf a story."

Papa wolf! thought Aivon, scoffing aloud at the notion. He stepped into the sweltering trailer and immediately wiped his forehead on the back of his arm. "Um, ah, what kind of a story?" he mumbled.

The old wolf paused to scratch between his moobs. Aivon shyly looked away from the tubby trucker's body. "How's about, uh," he murmured, "the first time you took it in the ass?"

"I--, no!" Aivon furiously blurted. Ryan laughed in his face. "I haven't, but even if I had...!"

"You haven't been porked in the butt, kiddo?" Ryan asked, leaning on a crate. He smiled and swished his matted tail. "Okay, benefit of the doubt, maybe you're a top. That's a big maybe," he snickered. "So, when's the first time you gave it to someone else in the ass?"

If Ryan had gone back to work, Aivon might have been able to cobble something together. But the wolf kept leaning, ever staring with those coy orange eyes. The claustrophobia of the trailer and the oven-like heat had Aivon uncomfortable on top of the pressure to lie, and he stammered, "Weh--, well, you see, it was just years ago and I lost my virginity when I was, um, at least eleven."

"Eleven!" Ryan said, smiling patronizingly. "Well, I do like 'em young, but that's a bit extreme for me. How's about you keep that to yourself?"

Thank god, Aivon thought with a sigh.

"'Specially since you're so full of shit, you're about to fart yourself right out of that suit," Ryan chuckled, undoing the straps again.

"How dare you!" Aivon sputtered. "Look, now!" he spat. "So maybe I'm not--, so I haven't been as active as most men my age."

"No shit, really?" Ryan said without even looking at the bird. "What have you done? Be honest with me, now."

"I don't want to say," Aivon snapped.

Ryan promptly stood and tried to muscle past the bird. "Guess I'm not helping you then."

The hyena-bird found himself pushing his palms into Ryan's chest to stop him. As his fingers subtly closed around the wolf's moobs, he groaned with distaste. "I'll tell you, I'll tell you! Just don't make me do this myself," he whined. "God, you're sweaty."

Chuckling with a growl beneath it, Ryan put his grubby paws on Aivon's shoulders. "And yet you're still grabbing my tits, huh?"

Aivon abruptly took his paws off of Ryan's chest, but the damage was done. The musky stench of the wolf was inescapable in the confines of the trailer and his own humility left him cowing. "I'll tell you about the first time I gave a guy a handjob," he whispered, "if you get back to work. Okay? Please?"

"Okay, kid," Ryan purred before smooching Aivon on the tip of his beak. The hyena-bird squeaked and fidgeted away. "Tell me. Lean real close."

So Aivon did exactly that. His recollection was dull, given as the most straightforward presentation imaginable, but it was something true. "I was sixteen. It was right after gym class. We were both so sweaty and when he took off his jockstrap, he was just so--," Aivon shuddered, pushing his beak nearly into the cup of Ryan's ear. "I'm sorry. But just, the smell of his balls. I couldn't resist him."

"What was he?" Ryan asked, tugging at a strap. The tough fabric was wedged in sideways. Only brute force could work it loose.

"Uh, stallion. Horse. Clydesdale, I think."

"Oh, so he was huge," Ryan chuckled, yanking on the strap. "And you jerked him off?"

"Yes," Aivon sighed. If he had lips, he would have bitten one then. "I've never touched anything that big. It just--, god. It went everywhere. It got in my eyes."

A deep, lewd rumble echoed out of Ryan. He pulled Aivon close and smooched his beak on the side. "Cute visual, you handlin' some big, sweaty horse junk. What else, kid?"

"What else?" Aivon squeaked. "Nnnothing, sorry."

Ryan leaned back against the corrugated wall of the trailer. The light was dim but the gleam of his eyes was just visible. "That's it? A shower handy in high school, kiddo?"

"Don't give me shit over it, okay? I was one of those career-focused guys. I never had time for dating, video games, drinking, nothing like that."

"Oh, you were a dork," Ryan winked. "Gotcha." He worked the strap loose at last, then moved along to the last stack of crates. "You know, kid, I'm feelin' short-changed here."

Aivon huffed. "How do you figure? You wanted a story, and I told you my darkest secret."

"Kid, come on, that's no dark secret," Ryan chuckled. The last strap came loose with comparative ease and he suddenly pulled Aivon close. He silenced the bird's squawk with a kiss on the beak, though he was noticeably unfamiliar with the technique. Instead of a smooth smooch, his jowls awkwardly and grossly dragged across the edges of Aivon's beak.

"Ryan!" Aivon gasped, reaching for the wolf's breast. When his fingers dug into the damp fluff again, he gripped slightly, running on instinct and desire.

"Rrr, what's the matter?" Ryan growled, nuzzling into Aivon's neck. "You want me, right?"

"Well, I do, yes," Aivon sputtered. "I mean, no! I don't!"

Ryan sniggered and reached under Aivon's jacket. As he stroked the athletic hybrid's flanks, he said, "All right, kid, I'll buy that for right now. But tell me something, how are you gonna repay me for unloadin' this shit so you can keep your cushy office job?"

"I paid for your drink," Aivon feebly offered. "And I told you a story."

"Five bucks and a story I coulda read on a bathroom wall don't make up for a couple hours of moving boxes, boy," Ryan said with an evil-sounding chuckle from low in his throat. "So how's about this," he grunted. "You take off that fuckin' awful suit, and you grab your ankles, and papa wolf is gonna take the rest of his pay out of your sweet ass."

"I'm not sure about this," Aivon whimpered.

"I wasn't asking, kid," Ryan rumbled. "It's hot, I'm grumpy, and I need a hole to fuck. As a special bonus, if you comply right now, and I'm gonna tongue your asshole so deep that I'll hit the back of your teeth--," he blinked and clumsily tried again, "I'll tickle the back of your throat, or something. What do you say?"

Aivon murmured and huffed, but finally answered in that he began undressing.

Ryan laughed and ground his palms together. "Aw yeah, papa's still got the charm."

With his eyes on Ryan's stout body, Aivon gave little thought to how he undressed. First went his cheap slacks and the jacket next. It was there that Ryan stopped him with a gentle touch.

"Briefs and a pinstriped dress shirt," Ryan smirked. "My very own slutty secretary from accounting."

"I do drop-off schedules and HR sometimes," Aivon hissed, adorably flustered. "And I'm not slutty!"

"You're inexperienced, sure," Ryan grinned, choosing then to cram his paws down the back of Aivon's briefs, "but you got all the trappings of a top-notch slut, buddy."

Demonstrating Ryan's point was the manner in which Aivon pushed his ass back into Ryan's paws. He shivered despite himself and grumbled, "Can we just get this over with,please?"

"I guess so, since you said please and all," Ryan teased. He smooched the top of the bird's beak then nudged him against the rough surface of a crate. Within the narrow space provided, Ryan knelt behind the awkward hybrid and peeled his briefs downward. "You got a real cute ass-end, you know."

Aivon's fuzzy tail draped across Ryan's face but the wolf ignored it and single-mindedly nuzzled the bird's ass cheeks. "Nobody's ever told me that," murmured Aivon. "You mean it?"

"Well, yeah," Ryan laughed. He nibbled the taut curve of Aivon's rear and licked where cheek met thigh. To his delight, Aivon cooed. "I mean, I see a lot of 'em, so yours is maybe a six outta ten," he clarified as he pried apart his new fuckboy's cheeks, "but it's inside what counts."

The bird groaned in a little bit of taboo pleasure, but also at Ryan's pun. "You're terrible."

"You won't be sayin' that once my jizz is dribbling down your thigh," was Ryan's retort. He promptly crammed his grubby snout into Aivon's ass crack. It was textured with light, downy fluff and scented with his peculiar hybrid musk. Ryan drew in a sniff then exhaled his humid breath across the shy bird's anus, forcing it to clench. "Cute butthole you got," he growled into Aivon's behind before slathering the pucker.

Come the first lap, Aivon sharply squawked and instantly froze in terror. He looked at the exit of the trailer but saw nobody peeking inside. "God," he whined, "somebody's gonna catch us..."

"Not if you shut up," Ryan spoke into the bird's ass. Specifically because the bird's perturbation amused him, however, he lapped again and again. When that no longer caused a ruckus, he started to spear Aivon's asshole with the tip of his tongue. This coaxed another squawk from him, but he contained it better.

Following his outburst, a whine escaped Aivon. "Okay, okay, look, I'm not going to lie," he winced. "That feels so good."

Ryan chuckled. He packed his tongue in further, defying virgin muscles. With each successive inch of tongue, Aivon crooned and whined a little bit more. The musk was growing more potent but the stink of Ryan's sweaty old body overrode all but the most heady whiffs of Aivon's young masculinity.

Aivon humped the crate and found it pleasurable only because his briefs buffered his penis against the wood. "Mmf, oh my god," he sniveled, clawing the top edge of the crate. "I didn't know I was so sensitive back there."

Finally Ryan eased his tongue back. Aivon's pucker remained a tight, pink star not at all widened by the tonguing, though drool oozed from it. Ryan admired his work for a moment longer than stood and pressed his clothed crotch and fat gut against the bird's butt and back, respectively.

"It's a guy thing," Ryan congenially said, nuzzling into the back of Aivon's head. "Hey kid, you wanna get a feel for what I got before I stick it in you?"

"Um, I guess so," said Aivon uncertainly. Ryan let him away from the crate and pressed back into the corrugated wall of the trailer. Self-conscious with his ass exposed, Aivon slipped his briefs up then knelt in front the fat wolf. He slid his scaly avian hands across the lump in Ryan's jeans and unconsciously swished his tail. "Well, uh," he smiled cheekily up at Ryan, "I've felt bigger."

"Hey, fuck you," Ryan smiled back. "Comparin' me to a horse, that ain't fair."

Aivon undid Ryan's belt buckle then pulled down his zipper slowly. The speed was from necessity, not trepidation. The fly was worn-out and the teeth snagged often. Compared to the zipper, the button came undone easily, slipping right out of its wallowed denim slit.

"Go on, kiddo," grumbled Ryan, leering down at his stuffy fuckthing.

Instead Aivon watched intently, staring at the impatient bulge of Ryan's cock. It pulsed every few moments, enticing the hybrid bird whom knew so little of pleasing other men. With a huff, he pulled apart the flaps of denim and packed his beak in against the bulge in Ryan's boxers. The cock rested on his face; the point of his beak harmlessly jabbed into Ryan's scrotum. He inhaled deeply and shuddered. "Oh, Christ!"

Ryan snickered into his palm. "Drink it in, boy. My nuts are so goddamn sweaty, you could suck a drink off of 'em."

Thrilled and sickened, Aivon tugged down Ryan's underwear. The wolf's dense cock caught in the waistband and bounced when sprung free. Pre slung into the air and a potent miasma of crotch funk which wafted loose. Aivon's scaly toes curled and he wrapped his palm around the wolf's penis. "You're still really big," he said in an awkward gasp. Ryan's uncut meat filled out his hand neatly. The sweat smeared into his black hide. Carefully exploring the wolf, he pulled back the foreskin and thumbed the glans which oozed its endless precum across his digit.

Slow gyrations from Ryan coaxed Aivon to start stroking, at which point the wolf relaxed against the trailer wall again. "You like that, don't you?"

"I guess so," Aivon sheepishly allowed. He dragged his tongue across the head of the shaft. More pre spread across his taste buds and the acrid flavor made him grimace. "Well, do you just--, should I give you a handjob like this?"

"No," Ryan flatly said. Their gazes met and Ryan's jowls crept up into a big, sneering grin right out of a lewd nightmare. "Get up and peel those sissy boy briefs down, kiddo."

"Oh, gosh," Aivon squeaked, cowed by Ryan's inflection. He rose to shaky legs and slid down his briefs, exposing a modest, pink-fleshed cock with no foreskin to speak of. "Be gentle with me," he ever so subtly whimpered.

Whims of dominance had been more common to Ryan past his forty-fifth birthday. He pulled his belt out of its loops but never once made to brandish it as a weapon. Instead he lashed it around Aivon's scaly wrists, pulling it taut and startling a mild shriek from the young man. "Wh-what's this, now?" Aivon bleated, tugging at his leather bondage.

"A little something new for both of us, that's all," Ryan reassured Aivon as he ground crotch to crotch with the bird. He smooched Aivon's musk-scented face and asked him in a loving growl, "You ready for papa wolf, kiddo?"

Aivon cracked a tiny, rueful smile. "As I'll ever be, I guess. Be gentle..."

The fat wolf turned the young thing around and pressed him against the corrugated steel. He notched his drooling cock into Aivon's ass crack and luckily butted his thick glans against the the bird's pucker in one prod. "Between what a leaky dick I got and how much slobber I packed up your butthole, I think you're gonna be plenty slippery for this."

"I've never even had a finger up my butt," Aivon winced.

Then Ryan started to press in. Aivon grimaced and clenched his eyes shut. "Oh, god. That--, it's actually not as bad as I thought. But it still really smarts," he grumbled.

Wagging his tail and holding Aivon's hips, Ryan eased in further and further until his stout hips met the hybrid bird's behind. He let loose a growl and Aivon's reply was a deferent whine. "Most first-timers can't take it all at once like this," Ryan cooed. He chuckled when he asked, "You really didn't let your stallion buddy plow you?"

"I'm serious, why would I lie?" Aivon pouted. He writhed his bound hands together against his belly and blushed when he considered how helpless he was, on top of the possibility of being caught. To that end he gently urged, "Please, hurry up. Before someone sees me like this."

Ryan snickered into one of Aivon's hyena ears. It flicked and splayed back against Ryan's grimy snout. "Kiddo, some of those manly men workin' out there are boy-fucker types like me."

It was that particular moment that Ryan started to grind. Aivon quivered and pressed against the warm steel wall. After collecting himself and as he still tried to make sense of the anal penetration, he asked, "Are you serious?"

"Well, sure," Ryan said, breezy and cool. He hugged Aivon's middle and smooched the back of his neck. "It's a gay guy thing. I can just tell. You'd be able to tell too, if you got out more," he sneered.

"Yeah, yeah," Aivon groused. He surprised Ryan by pushing back to meet the wolf's thrust, and Ryan answered the push with a rougher buck the next time. The nastier treatment coaxed Aivon to cry out. Once he brought his wavering voice under control, he murmured, "Sorry for that."

"Relax, kid, I love hearing shit like that," Ryan cooed. "But, yeah. There's some bull queers out there, just like me," he growled. "And I figure seeing you taking it up the pooper like this'd actually make you more popular."

Aivon puffed with indignity. "Maybe--, maybe I don't want to be more popular with men like you."

The fact that Ryan knew how to push Aivon's buttons was not lost on the nerdy bird, and when Ryan clutched Aivon's smaller penis and gave it a rough squeeze, the bird gave in to Ryan fully with a whimper. "All right, all right! I--, I kinda fucking love this. Are you happy now?"

"Happier than you can imagine, buddy-boy," Ryan chirped. He never took his paw off of Aivon's cock, and instead compounded his assfucking with a reacharound. He was careful not to bump his fist against the edge of the trailer. A few bumps would not draw attention, but constant percussion would invite curious eyes. Ryan whom had no problems with audiences hoped vaguely for some peeping toms; but he wouldn't have been able to sleep easily if he got Aivon fired.

Small, pleasurable noises escaped Aivon with every tug and buck. His virginal walls clenched upon Ryan, milking his big black cock. Each dribble of pre felt massive on his unaccustomed rectal flesh. The sheer girth of Ryan's penis was similarly magnified by his virginity. In spite of the fact that Ryan was not small in that regard, Aivon imagined the wolf's cock rivaling the Clydesdale meat he had handled years before.

Ryan gnawed gently on Aivon's ears and trailed the rims of their cups with his tongue. Aivon submitted to him fully, whimpering and bucking back, quivering in a show of blatant delight. His cock dampened Ryan's fingers and made them slippery. With curling toes he groaned, "Oh my god, Ryan, you're gonna make me cum."

"Good, that's real good," Ryan rumbled. His humps became more beastly. The strokes shortened but the force behind them strengthened. Every thrust slammed his hips against Aivon's ass and his balls up into the bird's thighs. Pungent sweat soaked through the bird's dress shirt and marked him as Ryan's property but the nerd cared little then about the aftermath.

With a needful tone and as he tilted his neck to offer it to Ryan, Aivon asked, "You're gonna cum inside of me, aren't you? Right?"

The corners of Ryan's snout depicted a smile but the finer points were lost as he gnawed the offered flesh. Holding his jaws around the bird's neck like a hunting dog, he grumbled, "Uh-huh."

"Ah, good," Aivon crooned. "I'm gonna regret the hell out of this later, but--, goddamn, you're sexy," he grunted. "Thanks."

"No problem," Ryan mumbled around Aivon's neck. The slime of his drool caked into the bird's downy fur and the fabric of his shirt, but Aivon did not care that Ryan was making such a mess of him. He braced his bound hands on the wall and pushed back against Ryan, whimpering and begging for the payload.

Ryan rolled back his eyes and clenched the lids fast. His tail flagged high above his fat, jiggling ass as the pleasure of his orgasm washed over him. He mashed his sweaty balls up into Aivon over and over again until the release hit in full force, and then he hunkered down over the young thing. Thick ropes of semen shot into Aivon, coating flesh he had only recently deflowered. He roared into Aivon's neck. Little sound escaped but the throaty rumbling rattled the cavity of the bird's chest.

"Oh, Jesus Christ," Aivon blundered out. "Oh--, gawd!" He bucked awkwardly into Ryan's motionless but squeezing paw. All he needed was a little push. The pressure in his ass and the stench of the wolf's musk hotboxed in the trailer was thick enough that with a few humps into the wolf's mitt, he was able to get himself over the edge. With a soft cry, Aivon came, sluicing his mess through the wolf's fingers and against the trailer wall. "Ooh, shi-i-it," crooned Aivon, resting his head against the steel.

"Mmm, good for you, kid," Ryan grumbled into Aivon's neck. He eased his jaws off and preened the fur he had matted down. "Sorry about the bite there, kiddo, it just kinda happens."

"Um, I wouldn't have wanted that any other way," Aivon admitted. "Now, uh, can you untie my hands? My fingers are tingling."

As Ryan slipped his belt off of Aivon's wrists, he chuckled slyly. "You're gonna have it rough once you waddle out of here, kid."

Wary of Ryan again with his immediate needs met, Aivon looked back at the orange-eyed wolf and said, "What do you mean by that?"

Grinning big and wide as he could often be seen, Ryan smeared the bird's cum off on his own thigh then squeezed his fuckboy close. "All I gotta do is yank my pants up and scoot outta here. But you," he laughed, "you're gonna be leaking baby batter for the next few hours."

"Um, uh," Aivon bashfully sputtered, "you're kind of an asshole."

Ryan slowly eased out of the bird, and as to be expected, the removal of his plugging cock was followed by a hearty drool of semen. It fell from Aivon's loosened anus like strands of syrup and the bird groaned. "That's a new feeling..."

"Heh, you get used to it," Ryan smirked. As he got his pants back on, he said to Aivon, "Now, get dressed and get lost. I gotta unload the rest of this shit for your nerdy ass."

When he was dressed yet still leaking Ryan's mess, Aivon lay his scaly hand upon the wolf's bicep. "Ryan," he murmured. "Thanks." As well as he could, he kissed Ryan with a gentle lick on the cheek, then hobbled away for the restroom.

"Anytime, kid," Ryan murmured, well out of earshot of the shy bird.