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I know it seems very cliché, but I can't believe all the time that's gone by since I first met Justin, and then Kip. Since the very first day that I saw a very cute, naked little wolf cub named Justin, eight years have gone by. So much has happened in that amount of time.

For starters, my line of work has changed. Yes, I'm still working at the tire factory, but now I'm a top level line operator, so my pay has gone up considerably. I've been given numerous employee of the month awards, merit raises and get along really well with the beasts I work with. Sure, there are always a couple of dickheads who cause trouble simply for the sake of causing trouble, but I've learned to live with that; not let it get under my fur at all. I mean, what's the point of letting some asshole ruin your day? I don't let much get to me anymore.

I'm also happy to say that I'm eight years sober as well. I haven't gone to any AA meetings in years, but I think I'm past that now. That being said, there were countless moments of weakness when I first tried going off the sauce. I vividly recall pacing back and forth in my house, heart racing, just dying for a tiny sip of even the cheapest, crappiest swill on the face of the earth. I'm surprised I didn't wear down the carpet all the way to the floor with all the pacing I did! But, like so many other things in life, I learned to deal with my demons. Whenever I felt the urge to drink, I went for a run around the neighborhood, or lifted weights. It's because of that practice, I eventually grew into a very lean, muscular wolf. Ha, I see all the lady wolfs ogling me when I'm out and about, but I don't take the time to explain to them that I'm not interested.

My Dad and I have grown really close, so close that I even told him about Justin and Kip. He was pretty shocked at first, but when I explained how much those two meant to me, he, much to my complete shock, accepted the thing, telling me to treat them well and that there would come a day when I could claim them openly. It's nice to have a Dad that's so understanding. The two of us go out fishing together, go bowling, we do lots of things together. We're even close enough that I brought Justin and Kip along with me to see my Dad on several occasions. Damn, my Dad can be very funny at certain moments. I never knew exactly how he felt about gays, but he confided to me that if he went that way, he'd certainly want to have boys as cute as mine. I don't think I have to explain to anyone that I took that as the highest form of compliment.

Things have changed so much that I've managed to form a relationship with my Mom, a healthy one, too. It was very slow going, very awkward at first, but over time, we've really learned to love and appreciate each other. This victory was a big one for me, because I just never felt really close to her until I made the effort to get to know her better. She knows about my lifestyle, and she understands, never passing judgment over me or anything. I haven't told her about Justin and Kip yet, but I know someday I will. It's too nerve-wrecking to hide who you are forever.

Once I made top level operator three years ago, I also made a decision about my housing situation. At that time, Justin and Kip were fifteen, so they were only a year away from getting their driver's licenses. I put a lot of thought into it, and I decided to sell my present house--which seemed way to small with all the stuff I accumulated over the years--and get a bigger place. I mean, in a year, I wouldn't even need to be right next door to Justin, since he and Kip would be driving, so why not get a more spacious pad? I looked far and wide, and found a very nice two story house in a nice neighborhood. The place was surrounded by thick woods, it was quiet, and had a very large back yard with an in ground pool! I remember looking around inside when I took a tour with a realtor, and I just knew it was perfect. Oh yeah, there was a basement for all my workout gear. So, I put my house on the market and it sold in just ten days! I got approved for a loan on the new place, and in just over a month, I was living there. I absolutely love it!

You're probably wondering about my boys, right? Well, they've grown up into very fine, handsome young adults. They've done very well in school, which I always encouraged them to do so. I was shocked when they both said that they didn't want to go to college right away, but wanted to work at the same tire factory as me. They tried telling me they were sick of school and just wanted to make some money in the real world. Hell, I know the real reason was that they wanted to be close to me. I told them that they were free to do what they wanted, and they insisted on going into the workforce. Shit, sometimes kids just don't listen, do they?

I was a little lonely the first nine months I was at my new place, due to the fact I was farther away from Justin and Kip, so I didn't get to see them much, though I was able to get them a few times so we could spend time together. Once they were able to drive, they were over almost every weekend. It was great fun, seeing how much they've grown up, how cute they still are, and yes, they still have the collars I gave them years ago, though now they had to loosen them due to their growth.

Two years after I got my new house came the big day. Justin, Kip and I had discussed it for the last two years, and we were all in agreement. A week after they graduated, they packed their things and moved in with me. I had a four bedroom house, so it was no big deal, especially since they'd both be sleeping with me anyway! I remember feeling like a little pup waiting for Christmas a month before the big day. I made sure to get the house ready for their arrival. To me, it was the most important day of my life. My boys would finally be living with me. My handsome, cute, loving boys were finally all mine!

So, the big day finally arrived. I knew it was going to be a very long day, moving furniture, clothes, and everything else they owned into my place, but I was ready. I'd been lifting weights and jogging even more than usual, so I knew I had what was needed for the job. We got an early start that morning, with Justin being the first to move in. Luckily for us, we were able to secure the help of some of the guys he and Kip went to school with. That made things much easier. You know, many paws make light work? It did.

It was a long day, but we managed to get everything done by the time evening rolled around. Once everyone had waved good-bye and headed out, I spread my arms as I sat on my couch, and both those boys jumped into them. We held each other tight, finally together!

"Wow, you guys have gotten big!" I said. It was true, both the boys had gotten big and muscular, just like me.

"You like us this way, don't you?" asked Justin.

"Yeah," I said, sighing. "But, I still remember what cute little cubs you were."

"Are you saying we're ugly now?" asked Kip.

"You are," said Justin, shoving him.

"Fuck you, Justin," said the dingo, playfully shoving him.

"No, fuck you!" Justin yelled back.

I playfully twisted both of the boys ears, making them yelp in surprise. They rubbed their ears as I gave them some rules about the house.

"Okay, I know we've gone over this a hundred times," I began.

"More like a thousand," said Kip.

"Shit, even a million!" added Justin.

I glared at them. "Rule number one, no being a smart-ass in my house!"

"I guess we can't live here, huh, Kip?" asked Justin.

"Guess not," added the dingo.

"I'll pretend I didn't here those remarks this time," I said, pretending to be mad at them. "Rule number two . . . either one of you pups remember it?"

Kip raised his paw. "No alcohol in the house!"

"Very good, Kip," I said, patting his head.

"Teacher's pet," mumbled Justin.

"Rule number one, Justin!" said Kip, waving a paw reprovingly at him.

"What's rule number three?" I asked. "Justin?"

The young wolf sighed. "No drugs in the house!"

"Correct," I said. "What about rule number four?"

"Don't be a slob!" said Kip with confidence.

"Now," I said, grinning. "I'm sure you both know what number five is, right?"

Kip and Justin both looked at each other with a sly grin before turning their attention back to me and answering in unison. "Rule number five is always have fun in the bedroom everyday!"

"That's right!" I said. "Now, since we've all showered from our hard days work, I think we need to go practice rule number five, don't you?"

No objections from either one of them.

My room, the masterbedroom, was a very spacious one, with a huge walk in closet and a door that led to it's own bathroom. I recently bought a new king size bed; the three of us had worn out the other one. The room also had a ceiling fan that could be controlled by remote control. Very handy for me when I was tired and didn't feel like getting up to turn it on or off. There was a large, flat screen TV across from the bed for all those times we didn't want to get up to watch something. In short, the room was perfect.

We walked in, and quickly removed our clothes, though I had to remind both of them of rule number four

"Um, boys," I said, folding my arms. "What about our no being a slob rule

"What?" asked Justin.

"You just threw your clothes down on the floor, go put them in the hamper inside the closet."

Grumbling, Kip and Justin picked up their clothes and put them in the hamper, with Justin being his usual, smart-ass self.

"You know, I might want to wear those again before they get washed," he said.

"You know full well that I don't allow you boys to wear clothes when you're in my room!" I said.

"Yeah, dumb ass," said Kip, shoving him. "When have we ever worn clothes when we're in Jake's room?"

"Exactly," I said, lying down in the middle of the bed. "And since you two are both naked in my room, how about you come over here and keep me company?"

Kip laid down on my left side, and Justin took the right, just like usual. Both the boys snuggled up against me as they licked at my face. I put my arms around them, feeling their muscular bodies. It was amazing how much they'd grown! Though, at eighteen, they were adults now, and eight years had gone by since we first started doing this. Though most likely full grown, I was still bigger and taller than both of them. That was how I wanted it, me the biggest of the three.

So, my two boys continued licking at my face, but after awhile, they inevitably moved their tongues down, licking my chest and stomach. I knew exactly where they were going! Hell, ever since Kip joined Justin and I, they had always, like the cute, handsome, obedient boys they were, sucked my dick together. That hadn't changed in eight years. No matter how many times I watched them, no matter how many times I felt the sheer pleasure of an orgasm, it never got old. It also didn't hurt that with practice, comes perfection, and I let them practice as much as they wanted, but today something was going to be different.

Justin and Kip had just taken turns sucking me off, when I told them to stop.

"What's wrong," asked Justin, who had been the one with my cock in his mouth. "I didn't scrape you with my teeth, did I?"

"No, of course not," I said, reaching a paw down to him and massaging his ears. "It's just . . . I want tonight to be the night . . . for both of you."

Kip and Justin looked at each other in surprise. I guess I should tell you what I'm talking about. In the eight years I'd been active with my boys, I had never topped them, not once. My reason at first was a very practical one. I was way bigger than they were, and I was worried that penetrating them might cause them some severe bodily harm. I let them top me plenty of times, but that was different. How was I going to explain to their parents why they were bleeding from the anus and not have them think that I had sex with them? No, I decided to wait until they were older.

"You . . . you serious, Jake?" asked Justin.

"Yeah, I am," I said. "You two okay with that?"

"Are we okay with that?" asked Kip in disbelief. "We've been waiting for this day for eight years! Hell yeah, we're ready!"

I smiled at them, then embraced them in a hug. It was finally happening. I was going to top them both. I knew as I embraced them that this would be a night we never forgot, ever. I knew how we would solve who goes first. I got out a quarter that was on the nightstand, putting it in my paws.

"Justin, you call it in the air, okay?"

"Okay," he said.

I flicked it high, almost hitting the ceiling when I heard Justin yell "heads!". I felt the coin hit my paw, flipped it over and said the answer.

"Tails!" I said. "Kip, you go first!"

I heard Justin sighing in disappointment, but Kip was magnanimous in victory. "Don't worry, Justin. While he's taking my tail, I'll give you the heads!"

All three of us laughed at the dingo's remark. Sure, he was being a smart-ass, but it was just too funny.

"How generous of you, Kip!" I said, patting his head. "You ready?"

"Yeah," said Kip, getting on all fours.

"You ready too, Justin?"

"Yeah," he said, kneeling in front of Kip's head. "You go first, Jake. I don't want you be too hard and cause Kip to bite down."

"I won't bite you, you shithead," said Kip.

I ignored Kip's remark as I prepared myself for entering him for the very first time. Taking a deep breath, I placed my paws on his butt, holding him in position. I looked down, watching the head of my cock carefully entering the dingo. I heard Kip groan, but not in pain, but pleasure. I decided to sink more of me into him, and still no gasps, screams or anything that would indicate to me that he was in pain. I kept pushing forward, feeling the tight, young dingo love tunnel press against my big, wolf dick. With his tail on my chest, I managed to sink my entire length into him. I nodded to Justin that it was time.

"Okay, get busy sucking!" teased Justin to Kip.

I heard the sound of sucking by Kip as Justin started breathing harder, closing his eyes as his best friend sucked him off. It was now that I decided to begin thrusting into the dingo, pulling my cock in and out every so slightly, still conscious that I didn't want to hurt my boy. I looked over at Justin, his eyes were open, and he gave me a sly wink. It was a moment we'd both been waiting for, and with that wink, I decided to get busy with my boy.

Kip sucked harder on Justin's cock as I began to put more force into my thrusts. Damn, he was tight! I could feel my cock just stretching him more and more every time I pounded his tight, sweet ass. I looked back at Justin, we smiled at each other. It was beautiful, absolutely beautiful what was going on. The night we'd been waiting for was actually happening, right here, right now. I gritted my teeth, pounded him even harder. I wanted to really fuck my dingo boy, hard. I heard him moan with Justin's dick in his mouth, obviously enjoying my cock rubbing up against his prostate. I hadn't came at all that day, so I wasn't able to stay in there as long as I wanted. Snarling, I sprayed my load into Kip's ass, seeing it flow out onto his butt cheeks and onto the bed. I carefully pulled out, watching the dingo still sucking off Justin.

A few minutes went by, and Justin finally shot his load. Kip fell back, obviously needing to stretch after being in that position for so long. We all flopped down on the bed for awhile. We would need to recharge for the second round of fun.

After about half an hour, I could feel myself getting hard again, as well as super horny. I poked my paw at Justin, who was stretched out on the bed, his head resting on a pillow.

"You ready, pup?" I asked, grinning at him.

He poked at Kip, who was also stretched out on the bed.

"You ready for another one?" he asked the dingo.

"Yeah," said Kip, yawning and stretching his arms. "You gonna suck my off now?"

"Do I have to?" asked Justin, jokingly.

"Yes," I said. "Don't be a smart-ass, Justin."

"Okay," he said, getting on all fours.

I couldn't believe it was finally happening. I would never admit it to either of them, but there would definitely be something very special about finally taking Justin. I loved both my boys, but Justin had been my first. He was the first beast I ever admitted to that I was gay, the first male beast I'd ever been naked with, and of course, the first to suck my cock. That took nothing away from Kip, but I couldn't deny that Justin was my first in many areas.

"I'm ready," said Justin. "Put it in!"

I loved how eager he was. With my paws on his rump, just like I had done with Kip, I made my way inside his butt. I got a huge surprise when I found that he was even tighter than Kip! I had a sneaking suspicion that Justin was topping Kip, and I was right. Not that I objected, at all. I just knew that Justin had always been more dominant than Kip, and here was actual proof. I was able to shove myself completely inside of him faster than Kip, mainly because I knew he wanted this so badly. I heard Justin start to suck on Kip's penis, and I went to town on him. Reaching down, I pulled at Justin's member, yanking hard at his cock. The room filled with heavy breathing, sucking, moans and groans as we had our second three way of the day.

I almost sneezed a couple of times because Justin's tail kept wagging back and forth, tickling my nose. I knew he was really into what we were doing, but I finally had to hold his tail down by the base, letting it wag against my stomach as I fucked him. It sounds more awkward than it really was. To be perfectly honest, I loved the feeling of his tail against my stomach. I don't think I'd ever enjoyed myself as much as when I was fucking my young wolf, my Justin, my boy. I was able to hold out longer this time, being that it was my second orgasm of the day. My fur was drenched in sweat, I panted heavily as I fucked him more and more. I don't know if it had something to do with the fact that there was a full moon out, but it didn't hurt. With the last of my energy, I pounded his ass one final time. I howled at the top of my lungs as I came inside him. Kip had already came, and was lying on the bed, but I still remember his expression when I was done howling.

"Damn,' he said. "That was insane!"

I pulled out of Justin, and the three of us laid on the bed for I don't know how long. I reached over, turning the ceiling fan on high as we were all a sweaty mess by this point. I knew I'd have to wash the sheets tomorrow, as they no doubt stunk of sweaty canine, but that was tomorrow, I had something else I had to take care of right now.

"Justin, Kip," I said, reaching into the drawer of my nightstand. "I have something I want to give you." They both propped themselves up, seeing what I had in my paw for them.

"I've had these for years now, and I wanted to wait until after we had done what we just did . . ."

"Butt fucking?" said Justin, in his usual smart ass tone.

"Yes, that," I said, glaring at him. "I'm going to give these to both of you, and I just hope that you say yes."

I gave them each a small, 24K gold little name tag. Their jaws dropped as they read what was on them.

"Kip," said the dingo.

"Justin," said the wolf.

"You see what was on the back?" I asked, my heart racing.

"Property of Jake Luger!" they said together.

Let me explained. This move doesn't mean that I "own" them like they're my slaves or something disgusting. Amongst canines, especially gay canines, it was customary for the dominant partner to give something like this to their lovers, letting them know that they wanted this relationship to last a lifetime. My only hope was that they would say, yes.

"YES!!!" they yelled before tackling me.

I laughed as my loving boys licked at my face. It had finally happened. My boys were actually mine . . . for life.