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Fourteen Garlic Knots

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Joe was caught up in the tide of large, furry bodies as they passed through the side door and out into the back parking lot behind the Wafflehouse. A single overhead lamp lit the back of the building, including a large garbage bin situated against the rear of the structure; what caught Joe's attention was that two more werewolves were already back there-- they had just finished sticking a mattress atop several stacked-up pallets.

The young man also took note that several cars were parked alongside the building, separating the front lot from the back. The brown wolf with the luxurious mane tracked his gaze and offered with a smirk "Don't want anyone just wandering in on us... you know how it is, Piggy... unless you're INTO giving a public performance-- in which case: kinky... Chrissy like."

One of the werewolves, following Joe out into the parking lot, the black furred one, Abe, if he remembered correctly shot the brown one a red-eyed sour gaze. "Now you're just embarrassing yourself, Christian... shut up and let dad explain the ritual."

Joe had never honestly wondered what a pouting werewolf would look like, but he was granted the experience as the larger-than-life brown one let out a little whimper. "But you KNOW how much I like being the center of attention, Abe-y."

Jim's authoritative baritone was even more impressive an octave lower and punctuated with a feral growl. "That's enough." Silence prevailed.

Stuck where he was amidst at least a dozen furry bodies, the shortest of which still had him beat by over a half foot in height, Joe remained frozen in place until the sure-firm grip of Jim's paw came to rest on his shoulder. "You can think of the mattress as an altar if you want, but that seems a little cheesy to me."

The casual humor snapped Joe out of his daze long enough to take a slow, guided step forward and gave him the were-withal to ask a single word question. "Ritual?"

Jim's large, broad paw gave a gentle, reassuring squeeze on his shoulder, and then slid down to gently rub his back even as the human was guided closer still to the mattress, which was raised just above Joe's waist height. "Werewolf packs are specifically for Werewolves, puppy. Everyone here is part of my found family-- they all lacked guidance, so I took them under my wing and they're all my sons."

As if it needed to be said, Joe pointed out the obvious. "But... I... uh... I'm not a Werewolf... I don't think."

The red furred Werewolf, Ronnie, if Joe remembered the name correctly, came up beside him and gave a wink. "After tonight you'll DEFINITELY have some Werewolf in ya."

For his trouble, Ronnie got a paw slapped up against the back of his head from the dark grey furred one behind him. That werewolf followed up with a bland statement. "That was bad, Ronnie... and you should apologize to everyone here for having said it."

The white furred wolf who'd given him the smelling salts earlier moved to stand beside the mattress; he had a water bottle in one paw. "Things'll get pretty physical, Josiah... gotta make sure you stay hydrated."

Joe stopped in front of the pallets crowned by the mattress, reaching back to remember what Jim had called the fluffy white werewolf. "You're... Marco... right?"

Nodding, the Marco handed him the water bottle. "Mark works too."

Joe returned the favor. "I usually just go by Joe."

Jim's second paw came down to join the first; the massive werewolf behind him kneaded both his shoulders. "This ritual is the pack welcoming you, and acknowledging that you're mine."

Joe couldn't turn around to look at his furry boyfriend due to the grips on his shoulders; he placed his hands on the mattress to support himself. "Did... everyone here go through this when they joined the pack?"

Christian snickered off to the side. "Damn... if ONLY!"

A gray furred werewolf off to the side set what appeared to be a tailored suit on top of a clean recycle bin, strolling forward as confident as if he were still wearing it. His physique obviously took a lot of work to maintain, and that wasn't the only reason he had to be confident; Joe found himself staring-- damn. The obviously dominant gray werewolf put his paw right in Chris' face and pushed him back. "Down boy."

Jim said only a few words. "Thomas-- play nice."

The gray werewolf, Thomas, apparently, turned to regard Joe, his light gray eyes the color of storm clouds; the gaze practically paralyzed the young man. "Joe, is it? No-- we're werewolves... you aren't. Father has chosen you as his human and, as such, you will join the pack as his mate. We are his sons and we will protect you as if you were one of us... even though you're just a human. We became a pack because father willed it; and now he's sharing you with us to bring you into the fold."

When Thomas apparently concluded what he had to say, Jim's paws began to move, sliding down to Joe's hips and he untucked the Human's shirt. "Werewolves are intelligent, self aware, and thinking creatures, just like Humans... but we're also driven a lot by instinct... tonight, you become familiar with the pack, and they become familiar with you. You'll gain everyone's scent and we will bond, as a pack."

As if sensing Joe's slightest hesitance of accepting the understanding as it was laid out, Thomas removed that last shreds of illusion, speaking the words with such blunt openness that it offered no lack of clarity. "You are going to get fucked every which way tonight. We're Werewolves... so it'll probably be hard fucking. Really hard. And it'll focus almost exclusively on you." He slapped Chris' paw, which was groping his finely shaped gray ass. "Almost."

Before Joe could respond in any way other than getting weak in the knees, Jim pulled the Human's shirt off, and then steadied him by holding the belt loops of his jeans. "Ground rules though, boys... and woe to anyone who breaks them."

The daddy Werewolf continued gently but purposefully peeling off Joe's clothes as he spoke. "First, Joe-- if, at any point, this becomes too much, you can tell everyone to stop... and they will..." his calming, deep, soothing voice immediately gained a knife-like edge to it. "Isn't that right, boys?"

A chorus of "Yes Dad"s accompanied by at least two "Yes, Father"s and a single "Yes, Daddy" arose from the assembled Werewolves.

Jim continued speaking and undressing Joe, nuzzling the top of his head as he spoke. "Do you understand, Joe?"

The powerful, masculine musk wafting from his fur-covered boyfriend befuddled Joe's brain; he'd always enjoyed his lover's manly scent but it was dialed up to eleven... not to mention the locker-room of furry musk surrounding him in the form of more than a dozen other Werewolves; Joe saw just as many full sheathes, some of which had started pouring out pointed pink flesh. He managed to push the words out, saying 'no' to the ritual not even computing at that point. "I... y-yes."

Mark, standing beside the mattress, was one of the Werewolves already sporting a hint of an erection. "Also, I can call it off if, at any time, Joe's health looks like it might be in danger."

Jim took that moment to give Joe's jeans a firm yank, pulling them down thighs; in anticipation of a fun night with his boyfriend, the Human hadn't bothered with underwear. A broad, furry paw slid between Joe's legs as Jim stepped down on the young man's drawn-down pants, stamping them down to the floor. The mature Werewolf spoke firmly, just to him. "Now step out of em, pup."

Joe did as demanded, standing in the late spring night air completely naked; the enormous, furry body behind him chased away any hint of coldness just due to sheer proximinty. Jim raised his voice again to address the pack. "Third-- nobody knots Jim but me. He's mine, and you don't get him that way. You are all my family, but Joe's mine as long as he wants to be mine, so NONE of you get to knot him... Moon save you if you do!"

The dark gray furred wolf with brown eyes who'd handed Joe a glass of water back in the restaurant raised a paw. "Uh... Dad? What happens if someone knots him accidentally?"

Jim's tone went even deeper, accompanied by a threatening growl that, while not directed at Joe, still left him weak in the knees. "NO ONE will knot Joe, accidentally or otherwise. Puppies can't control themselves, and I didn't raise any of you to be puppies-- you get me? If anyone here but me knots Joe then they're liable to get a knotting of their own."

The black-furred Werewolf who'd exchanged a few barbs with Christopher earlier spoke up. "Chris'd probably like that... gonna have to think up a different--"

Chris responded with a limp-wristed slap against the larger, black-furred Werewolf's shoulder. "Fuck off, Abe. True... but fuck the hell off."

The finely maned brown Werewolf then leaned closer, almost like a school girl telling her best friend a secret as he spoke to Jim. "I mean... I HAVE taken a few knots, and I definitely wouldn't mind, but--"

Jim's commanding voice silenced everyone. "Chris.... no knotting, or I'll have you cancel your shampoo modeling contract."

"Daddy, I--!"

Jim doubled down "AND the sportswear job if you push it."

Chris' muzzle closed with an audible, toothy 'click'. Once that was settled, Jim slowly turned Joe around until the Human could look up into his Werewolf boyfriend's steely gaze. "Knotting is only for mates, Joe... plus, I don't want anyone increasing their chances of hurting you... like anything else, getting knotted takes some practice..." a lascivious grin spread across Jim's salt-and-pepper muzzle, revealing rows of sharp teeth. He licked a stream of saliva from his lips before he added "...and I plan on coaching you...a lot."

Joe let out a squeak of surprise as two firm, furred paws gripped hold of his rump, one cheek in each paw and hefted him up only to set him down lightly on the mattress. Still heated by the warm, furry bodies surrounding him, the Human's shivering was not from the cold, and all of his hair stood on end as Jim knelt down, his entire, huge body disappearing except for his ears. A moment later, Joe inhaled sharply as a hot, broad, slippery tongue pressed up between the cleft in his butt cheeks; his toes curled so much that the joints popped.

Still off-guard mentally and emotionally, Joe had trouble coming to grips with what was happening. Oh, there was no mistaking that he was getting eaten out by his boyfriend, who also happened to be a werewolf. He understood that he was surrounded by over a dozen 'adopted sons' who would also be fucking him every-which-way, but there was still a disconnect between what he understood and what was happening; how could any of it be real? Moreover, why were all of those eager-looking werewolves so sexy, and why was he so hard thinking about what was coming?

Jim rose up, licking his muzzle as he made direct eye contact. The enormous Werewolf loomed over him, completely eclipsing the single light shining down on the scene. Covered by his boyfriend's shadow, Joe shivered as the salt-and-pepper furred beast reached down and adjusted his privates, taking a step closer before letting go of his massive member, letting it slap down on the Human's abdomen with a heavy smack. "I think you're ready, puppy... don't worry-- I'm not going to knot you the first time around."

It wasn't much of a relief hearing the statement when he saw (and felt) the more-than-a-foot-long piece of wolf meat laying against his gut; it readily identified just how far it would reach inside him. Wondering at all the reasons why he should be shaking his head, however, Joe used those roughly fourteen inches as the one reason he found himself nodding. The words were out of his mouth as if it were just another night with his sexy, mature boyfriend before the Werewolf reveal. "Yeah, Jim... I'm ready."

"Good boy."

Despite all of Jim's warnings about how given-over to instincts Werewolves were, his entry was surprisingly gentle. Slickened by saliva and loosened by a very skilled tongue, Joe's opening spread before the pointed tip of his boyfriend's flesh-- even so, Joe inhaled a hiss through his clenched teeth as he quickly realized that the tapered tip gave way to a shaft far thicker than what he'd ever accommodated, and Jim's only response was to slowly and methodically slide even further into him, a deep, pleased rumble sounding from somewhere deep within his furry torso.

Joe's slightly overweight physique meant that the cold didn't really bother him but, surrounded by furry bodies looking down at him, the cool night air was already forgotten and, before long, Joe's hulking form looming over him provided more than enough heat for them both... not to mention the physical exertion. Jim was definitely getting into it at that point, each thrust coming in an almost perfectly timed tempo-- in, until his broadening knot 'kissed' Joe's opening, and then out, until he had almost completely vacated the young man-- spurting a fresh, hot jet of precum into him before delving right back in.

Supposedly, just laying complacent shouldn't have been much of a workout but, before long, Joe understood that he had to receive what Jim was offering, and that meant slight movements, twitches, and adjustments of his body-- not to mention how his legs had wrapped hard around the Werewolf's hips, almost as if by reflex, and he surprised himself when he realized that he was squeezing his boyfriend, urging him to dive even deeper. He'd been fucked by Jim plenty of times, but it was the first time taking a Werewolf, and he was suddenly beginning to understand just how much he'd been missing. "Oooohhhhh FUCK."

He repeated the statement again, and then a third time; he realized that his clenched legs had pulled his hips up and off the mattress-- Jim's more than ample member was hitting him just right in a way normally reserved for his preferred doggy style, but missionary had completely changed due to his boyfriend's new 'equipment', and the rhythmic assault on his insides were driving him crazy; the thick belly fur against his dribbling cock certainly didn't help, and he was beginning to wonder if getting off on a Werewolf's fur was anything like humping a teddy bear... not like he'd done anything like that in YEARS.

He blushed, remembering his first year in college, but his internal thoughts were quickly overshadowed by the other werewolves drawing even nearer. The one that spoke had fur the same color as a German Shepherd with one blue and one brown eye. "Damn... he smells SOOO good... really worked up too."

Koby interjected from the side. "Cody and I said that earlier!"

Another Werewolf near the back of the group made some comment about Pete always saying that, but there were no other comments as the other Werewolves drew even closer, noses working; more than one of them had a paw on their members, stroking themselves. Although Joe didn't get a good view, he was fairly certain that not a single sheath was dry at that point-- he certainly wasn't. The soft rumble from Jim was increasing in volume in strength; his boyfriend's thrusts were picking up speed, becoming more erratic, and the enormous Werewolf was bearing down on him, tongue hanging free from his muzzle as he panted. "Get ready, Pup..."

one of Jim's paws clamped down on his shoulder, pulling him into the next thrust as the Werewolf growled out audibly, his other paw going to where their hips met. The Human felt his boyfriend's knot jam up against his opening uncomfortably, but almost immediately pull back as it was engulfed in a paw; Jim roared out a howl and Joe squirmed, body twitching as he felt a virtual faucet open up, bathing his insides in steaming hot, semen. Gasping, Joe found himself panting as well. "There's... so MUCH!!!"

Rather than respond, Joe's howl slowly trailed off, and he simply renewed his growl, slamming his hips forward several more times as he issued another few pulses of thick seed into him, knot carefully captured in his paw. He eventually let out a deep breath, licking his muzzle before retracting his tongue. His almost feral expression was quickly replaced by the easy-going confident smirk that his Human form normally wore, and Jim smiled. "You handled that really well, pup."

Joe opened his mouth to speak, but Jim simply leaned over him and stuck his muzzle to the young man's lips, tongue erupting into it, stuffing nearly down to his tonsils, doing almost the same thing to his throat as his Werewolf cock had done to the Human's rectum. Jim ultimately pulled back, leaving Joe light headed and giddy; the Werewolf stepped away, member exiting the Human with an audible pop. Joe felt no small amount of seed escape his opening, which was too used at that point to completely retain it all. The Human moved a hand to his abdomen, realizing just how much his boyfriend had pumped into him. "And you're worried I'M gonna get dehydrated? Fuck..."

Jim chuckled, drawing a paw down both of the Human's thighs before stepping back and slowly walking around the edge of the mattress so he could stand at the head of it. He leaned down again and kissed Joe upside down, much more gently. The moment the Human felt the soft caress of his boyfriend's tongue he opened his mouth willingly, completely prepared to be wholly overpowered again... but he wasn't. Jim's broad, thick tongue made several soft lapping motions against his, almost teasingly as they kissed in a most unique way.

Joe very quickly realized that it was just as endearing and intimate as it was effective in serving as a distraction. It wasn't until he felt another firm paw grip his hips that he realized another Werewolf had taken place at the foot of the mattress. Joe slowly disengaged, licking his lips one more time before saying "Lee has a press conference in the morning, so he'll go first."

Lee, the gray-furred Werewolf, apparently, wasted no time in sliding in. While not as thick as Joe, Lee was easily as long, and nowhere near as gentle. Rutting him as if he were late for an appointment, the well-kept, immaculately groomed Werewolf got right into it, gripping either side of Joe's hips as he pounded into him repeatedly. It wasn't until nearly thirty seconds that the Human realized that the jack-hammering was systematically shallow-- although he was hitting the same places Jim was, Lee was nowhere near knotting him, making Joe realize that the gray-furred Werewolf must have been incredibly well hung.

Surprisingly well-composed, Lee was almost hypnotic in his dedication to 'the act' without seemingly ruffled or given over to it; the pulsing of the Werewolf's member and the sheer amount of precum leaning into him let Joe know that Lee was definitely into it, and yet he somehow came across as if he were 'above it all', working into the Human with an almost single-minded robotic perfection... right up until the end.

Demeanor and perfect indifference set aside at the moment he tumbled over into his release Lee's claws dug into Joe's sides as the Werewolf practically jack-knifed, thrusting his hips forward the deepest yet; his knot still didn't make it anywhere near the Human's opening since he'd already bottomed out. A clear, baritone howl rose up into the air, and Lee's ejaculation somehow put Jim's to shame!

The rapid, rhythmic motions had just started to make Joe's insides tingle to the point that he was worried he was going to get off, but the sudden intrusion coupled with the discomfort of Lee's pointed tip jamming against the inside of his colon was enough to snap the Human out of it completely, groaning as he felt pulse after pulse of hot Werewolf spunk empty into him-- fortunately the warmth helped sooth the strain. Lee remained stuck in him for several moments longer before pulling out-- one more spurt covering the Human's groin in slimy seed. Without a word, the gray-furred Werewolf stepped past the crowd, calling over his shoulder. "I'll see you tomorrow for lunch, Dad."

Jim, still standing by Joe's head, caressed the Human's face with one large paw, the other sticking a thumb into his mouth as he slowly eased the Human's head back; the young man saw a firm Werewolf erection asking for attention and, as he willingly complied, taking it into his mouth, his boyfriend called after the departing werewolf. "Have a great interview, Lee. Love you, son!"

Joe could still taste himself and his boyfriend's seed on the Werewolf's member; it was large enough that his jaw felt a little uncomfortable taking it all, but Jim seemed content with what he could manage. Head leaning back off the mattress, it wasn't long before he realized that he could just open up his throat and let Jim take care of everything; as usual, his boyfriend did just that-- in spades. Furry nuts slapping against his nose and eyes, Joe's entire world was engulfed in the older Werewolf's musky, furry sac... and he loved every moment of it.

Jim had always loved oral, and Joe certainly had no objections, but the situation was entirely new, especially with his boyfriend's large knot constantly bumping against his nose and chin. Fortunately, Jim seemed to know what he was doing, and he managed to keep a quick tempo without pummeling the Human. Even faster than anal, it seemed that the salt-and-pepper Werewolf daddy was reaching his limit, which was a surprise since he'd already gotten off once that night. Somewhere inside his sex-addled brain, Joe wondered if Jim would cum as much the second time around. He quickly got his answer: yes.

The Werewolf's claws punctured the mattress as he growled out his release. Knot smashed up against his nose and chin, Joe was surrounded by his boyfriend's animalistic musk, forced to swallow blast after blast of thick, heady seed right down his throat; there was no option for him to do otherwise as its pointed tip had pushed too far down for him to resist. He almost wondered if his guts would bloat from the pressure if it continued much longer and, just as the thoughts crossed his mind, Jim pulled back. Only after the enormous Werewolf cock was free of his lips did the Human realize that he still had to breathe, which he did with abandon, gasping for breath, and occasionally coughing up a small spray of semen. He got a comforting lick from Jim for his trouble. "Well done, pup... good boy."

The salt-and-pepper Werewolf gave him a light pat on the hed before slowly stepping back, brushing an errant string of saliva off of his groin fur. "Alright... Cody-- Koby... Joe's warmed up... you to go ahead next."

The twins, timber wolf coloring with hazel eyes each approached. As with before, Joe really couldn't tell the difference between the two. The one to his right spoke up first. "Okay, Koby... heads, or tails?'

The second, Koby, apparently, glanced at Joe, looking at the Human while slowly stroking his animalistic erection and speaking aside to his brother.. "Are you asking which side I want, or are you gonna flip a-- oh."

His answer was provided to him when Cody pulled out a dollar coin. "I'm telling you to call it... hurry up-- everyone else is waiting."

Koby didn't so much as pause with his exhibitionist masturbation. He licked his muzzle, staring down at Joe. "Tails-- for either question."

Joe continued staring at the ample flesh getting worked by the paw in front of him; he heard the soft hum of a coin sailing through the air, followed by the muffled whump of fur clapping down on fur. A moment later Cody spoke up. "Tails. Okay-- hey, Joe: you mind doggy style? It'll be a lot easier for me to get off if---" he paused as Koby grabbed hold of the Human and flipped him around, pulling his rump upward. "-- never mind, I guess."

Suddenly on his knees and facing Cody, Joe felt himself blush faintly when he realized he was at groin height, a very eager member bobbing in front of him, precum dribbling down constantly from it. He had only enough time to lean forward and wrap the very tip of his lips around it before he was slammed into from behind with no preparation or warning; he felt a tingle run up his spine when he felt the palpable spurt of seed leak out between the seal created from his flesh surrounding Koby's shaft-- apparently he was already quite full. The action caused his mouth to tighten around Cody's member. The twin in front of him practically crooned. "Daaaaammmmn, Dad... you get this ALL the time?"

From off to the side, Jim's deep bass chuckle emerged in a way that sent a thrill up Joe's spine. "Yes I do."

It wasn't long before both twins began their respective movements. Surprisingly, despite each being somewhat erratic due to Joe's own movements, they somehow managed to match pace and it wasn't long before they developed a near-flawless rhythm. Cody kept one paw on the back of the Human's head and one paw encircling his own knot while Koby bore down on the small of Joe's back with one paw, the other likewise protecting his knot from entering the Human. Even if Joe's every sense wasn't overpowered by fur, sex, musk and fur, the two twins worked him over in such a way that he was almost certain he wouldn't be able to stand much more. Koby's ejaculation confirmed it.

The Werewolf bearing into him from behind let out a strangled grunt, which gave way to a growl, which turned into a howl, and Joe felt as though Koby's knot-gripping paw practically punched him in the anus-- at the same time, however, the Werewolf's shaft within him struck the perfect spot, followed up by a powerful blast of steamy hot cum bathed his prostate... and Joe lost the battle; he came... and came HARD.

Crying out against the member in his mouth, the Human doubled-down, sucking hard and working his tongue against Cody's shaft, causing the second twin to surrender, at which point Joe was left riding high as he painted the mattress with his own cum while his boyfriends' two twins filled him from both ends with near unending Werewolf seed; although Cody was courteous enough to hold still and work his knot while he emptied his nuts into Joe's mouth, Koby didn't stop thrusting, working his member all around the Human's insides with further micro thrusts, spurting out jet after jet of semen for the entire duration.

The two twins spent several long moments propped up against one another, buried to the knot in the Human; only after several moments did Joe realize why: they were kissing. The two remained at it for nearly a minute until a gruff voice spoke up from the side. "Okay you two-- that's enough. There are more of us waiting for OUR turns."

Both of them apologized to Abe, withdrawing from one another, and from Joe in the process; the Human burped when his mouth was freed, and winced as he felt a small cascade of semen bathe his testicles and drip down either thigh. That issue was quickly resolved when Abe, the Werewolf who had chastised the twins moved right up. Not even giving Joe a chance to change position, the black-furred Werewolf leveled his red eyed gaze at the opening and stepped up, using one paw to aim his thick, deep red member at his target.

Grunting as Abe filled in from behind, Joe remained on his hands and knees as a brown furred Werewolf walked around to in front of him, girthy shaft tilting from side-to-side like some kind of lurid metronome. The Werewolf in front of him smiled at him, reaching down to brush some of the Human's hair out of his face. "Hey... doin' alright, Joe?"

Something about the casual question seemed almost out of place at what amounted to a gang-bang, and it actually made the Human blush. "I... guess so? I mean... yeah, I'm okay... doing... alright."

Even speaking was difficult-- as much from the self-consciousness that arose within him as the powerful thrusts against his ass from Abe. The black wolf growled over the Human. "Hurry it up, Des... you can chat with him later."

Des' warm, purple colored eyes sparkled down at him and the Werewolf gave him a light pat on the head. "Just go at your own pace... don't let em rush you... You'll do fine, Joe."

More presenting his member than stuffing it down the Human's throat, Des, as good as his word, let Joe go at his own pace; for some reason that made the entire thing feel even more awkward. Nevertheless, the Human was intent on doing his boyfriend proud, and if that meant he was getting fucked by fourteen werewolves behind a Wafflehouse Dumpster, then he'd damn well kick ass at the furry orgy. The moment he started in earnest, he earned a gasp from Des. "Oh man... you're REALLY good at this, Joe!"

Another gruff voice spoke up from the side. "Flip him around... he can't use his hands if he's holding himself up with them."

Des obediently withdrew his member from Joe's mouth, giving the Human the opportunity to see that two other Werewolves had approached-- one on either side of the mattress. Before he could register more than white fur on both sides, he felt the two strong paws on his hips pick him up with almost no effort. He was spun bodily around in the air, the sensation of his insides twisting around the member still within him was mind-blowing.

He suddenly found himself staring right into the red eyes of Abe, who had a firm hold on him-- but gravity caused another two inches of the Werewolf's firm flesh to slip into him before he was thrown down into the mattress on his back. Abe wasted no time, leaning over, and renewing his thrusts. "There... you each get a hand."

Des, member bobbing eagerly and dripping constantly, looked down at Joe. "You okay to keep going?"

In response, Joe tilted his head back and licked the Werewolf's furry nuts, drawing his tongue up to the base of his sheath. Answer confirmed, Des readjusted himself so the Human could have clear access to his member; Joe took advantage of it immediately, swallowing as much as he could at that angle. In the meantime, he raised his hands, feeling blindly until his right hand collided with an abdomen and his left hand met a thigh. It only took a few seconds for him to zero in on the targets; each Werewolf already had a grip on their own knot, making it a lot easier for him to tend to his 'guests'.

Abe was the first to reach his climax. The black furred Wolf let out a low-toned growl, increasing his thrusts in power and frequency; Joe could tell the exact moment Abe interceded with his paw, pulling all the way out and, a split second later the Human's taint was completely bathed in the first blast of semen-- from there, Abe slammed right back into him, and all successive jet was sent deep inside him. He found himself moaning around Des' flesh, which had an apparent impact on the brown furred Werewolf. Des' groin fur puffed out even more and he shuddered. "Oh... WOW... just-- keep doing that, Joe. That's... AMAZING!"

Joe didn't need to be told twice, and he repeated the sound, pressing his tongue against the top of the Werewolf's member and forcing the underside against the hard pallet of his mouth, amplifying the vibration. Des yelped, and fidgeted quickly, clamping both paws down over his knot as he moaned, the sound emerging almost as a long, low toned howl as the dam opened up and sent a torrent of ejaculate into Joe's mouth.

Des' ejaculation seemed more like one constant flow-- although there WERE almost distinct pulses, it really just flowed out of him like a constant faucet... more and more and more until Joe lost the fight and had to pull his mouth off of the lupine flesh-- at which point his face was bathed in it as it continued to pour out, accentuated by Des' constant groan. Eventually Des slumped forward, letting the rest of his semen spill onto the parking lot. Panting, the Werewolf began licking Joe, alternating between cleaning up the Human's face and commenting "Wow... no wonder Dad likes you so much..."

As the black and brown furred Werewolves finally cleared away, Joe was able to get a better view of the two white Werewolves; despite them having the same fur color, they couldn't have been more different. The one on his right was definitely fit, and erring on the thinner side. His fur was immaculately clean-- it was the same one Joe had seen setting aside a fine business suit earlier. The right Werewolf was also gripping his knot with both paws, separating it with two sets of fingers from Joe's ministrations.

The Werewolf on the left was on the pudgy side-- more 'pudgy' than 'fat'... just a little more weighty than Joe himself. His fur was all disheveled, but not precisely dirty and, Joe realized for the first time since not having his face stuffed into Werewolf musk, the white furred wolf on his left had a strikingly obvious scent of garlic and yeast bread to him. He also had a single paw stuffed behind his knot, giving Joe full access to it while the other paw traveled all over his furry gut, occasionally raising up to toy with his own nipple.

Since Joe was no longer accosted at the front or the rear, the pristine Werewolf on the right addressed him. "Grip it harder and move faster. You won't get anywhere with such a limp wrist."

Chris' unmistakable voice heckled the white furred Werewolf. "Speak for yourself, Tom!"

The Werewolf named Tom rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to break, Josiah. Fucking work it or I'll never get off."

Accepting it as a challenge, Joe did just that, tightening his grip and pumping the Werewolf's cock as if he were churning butter. The Human had spent a summer at his uncle's farm a year before he went to college and he had firsthand experience. In a way, the action wasn't dissimilar but, thankfully, it got results a lot faster. Eventually Tom reached out one paw to grip Joe's hand tightly, holding it in place as he humped the air several times; a moment later the Human was subjected to spurt after spurt of Werewolf cum bathing his neck, shoulders and chest-- he ended up covered with it before Tom let go of his hand. He walked back to his folded clothes with a dismissive "See? Not THAT difficult."

The shaggy-furred white Werewolf to Joe's left was far more patient, standing still and letting the Human do whatever he wanted. The young man could tell that his ministrations were definitely having an effect; the Werewolf's breath was coming faster, and his tongue was hanging out the side of his muzzle. Eyes half closed, the garlic-and-bread-scented Werewolf seemed perfectly content to give the Human full control of the situation. Seeing that none of the other Werewolves were approaching, Joe got up to his knees and, before the shaggy Werewolf could register what he was doing, the Human pressed his hand down against the front of his knot and slid his lips onto the dribbling member.

Joe pressed his mouth down the length until he felt the tip hit the back of his throat. The Werewolf yipped in response, and his hips began shaking immediately. Interested in testing what he had been discovering about Werewolves, Joe applied gentle pressure to the front of the white furred wolf's knot and wasn't the least bit surprised when the paw on its other side pressed back. Reaching up, the Human folded his other hand around the thick, low-hanging furry pouch beneath the withdrawn sheath; although he couldn't fit it all in his palm, he cradled it gently and gave it the faintest squeeze. The Werewolf, entire body quaking, practically yodeled out his orgasm.

Pushing his mouth down as far as he could, Joe did a far better job swallowing up what the Werewolf had to offer; he was in a more advantageous position and he was ready for it, riding the wave of the white furred wolf's release even as he managed to take in an occasional breath of the mystifying combination of male musk, wild wolf tang, garlic and yeast bread. Joe's forehead pressed against the Werewolf's slight paunch, even as white furred hips quivered, and the Human very nearly managed to handle the full load, pulling off as the last vestiges of a few weak spurts sprayed out onto his tongue and lips. The white furred wolf ended up simply falling backwards onto the ground with a contented groan; two of his brothers dragged him off, rolling their eyes.

The cream furred Werewolf Joe recognized as Marco stepped forward, holding up a paw as he addressed the rest of the pack. "Okay, guys... let's take a little break here. Joe needs to stay hydrated-- give him a minute to get some fluids in him."

Chris, without even missing a beat, piped up. "Why? He's been 'getting fluids into him' all ni- OW!"

The sound of a furry paw smacking the back of a furry head silenced the shout out. A quiet, but deep voice murmured "Dad said Marco gets to call the shots when it comes to Joe's health. Shut up."

Chris and the speaker were far back enough in the group that Joe couldn't make them out, but he was more focused on Mark, who approached him with a thermos. "Here you go, Joe... take a minute and relax."

Just as Joe sat up, the cream furred Werewolf took a seat on the mattress next to him, causing it to sink down several inches and the Human slid into the indent, ending up side-by-side with the Werewolf, who only chuckled at the happenstance. He handed the thermos over, at which point Joe accepted it and took a tentative drink; it was ice cold and, before he knew it, the young man was taking another drink, and another, only starting to realize just how thirsty he was. Eventually he took a break, his teeth starting to grow sensitive to the cold. "Thanks."

Marco offered a toothy smile and Joe jumped in surprise as Marco draped an arm around his shoulders casually. "No problem. It's what I do."

Joe felt the deafening silence and, after taking another swig from the thermos, spoke up. "So... you're... Marco?"

Smile turning sheepish, the large, fluffy Werewolf raised his free hand, rubbing the back of his head self-consciously. "Well... I normally just go by Mark, but dad and a few of the pack still call me Marco. Mark's just fine."

Having started talking, Joe almost felt more awkward if he suddenly went silent. He remembered something Jim had said to him. "And... you're training to be a... not-doctor?"

Off to the side, Chris didn't bother holding back a cackle. "Knot Doctor! Hey guys! He's gonna be a KNOT doctor!"

The homophone wasn't lost to Joe-- or to many of the other Werewolves, apparently. The black furred one with the red eyes, Abe grumbled. "Pete? Would you shut him up please?"

The Werewolf with the German Shepherd colored fur and heterochromia nodded; Joe wasn't sure what to expect, but presumed it wasn't going to be gentle. In the end, however, Chris didn't seem to mind what it was his pack mate used to silence him: it was a very large Werewolf penis, right in his muzzle. Chris remained happily subdued, tail wagging while his brother fucked his face. The Human mumbled a single word. "Wow..."

Mark gave him a gentle squeeze. "Bah... it's mostly just posturing. Despite how they act, pretty much the whole pack is glad to have you join in... we've wanted Dad to be happy for awhile now, and it's pretty obvious that you make him happy so it's all good."

The casual statement brought no small amount of warmth to Joe's chest, and a blush to his cheeks. "Really?"

The cream-furred Werewolf nodded, and then gave him a gentle elbow. "And it's a 'DNP'-- Doctor of Nursing Practice. I'm not ashamed to say I'm a nurse. I take pride in it."

Joe paused, trying to figure out the difference. "So... you're a nurse with a doctorate degree, or a Doctor specializing in nursing or...?"

Despite the young man's obvious confusion, Mark's chest swelled with pride. "The first one."

The Human still couldn't quite get past it. "Then... why not just be a Doctor?'

Several of the pack started laughing at the statement, commenting something to the effect that they wanted to know the same thing, but Jim, still standing off to the side, silenced them all with a withering stare. The obvious alpha, and Joe's boyfriend stated simply "Marco's going to do what's best for him, and the pack supports him. He prefers dealing with people and not paperwork, so he gets to focus on improving patient outcomes."

The pride that shone off of Mark could only have come from a (adopted) son who's (adopted) dad actually listened, and Joe felt even more giddy that his boyfriend commanded not just respect, but adoration. Smiling to himself, Joe reached out and placed a hand on Mark's leg. "You have a really nice bedside manner."

Although Mark played it cool, the framing of his half-erection by all the light colored fur brought obvious attention to the effect the young man's touch had on him... that, and the soft thumping of the Werewolf's tail. Offering up a sheepish smile, Mark responded with a casual "Well, it comes from lost of practice, and a care for my pati--"

Joe smiled when the Werewolf's voice ground to a halt the moment his pointed tipped half-chub slipped past the Human's lips-- and Mark's leg began kicking as Joe leaned further forward, using his lips to push the Werewolf's sheath further and further down his rapidly hardening erection. Eventually, Mark's legs spread wider and he flopped down on the mattress on his back, gasping out a very emphatic "Oh... fuck me."

It wasn't Chris who provided the commentary. "Looks like that's what he's doing!"

Another fur-on-fur smack accentuated Abe's voice again. "Shut it, Ronnie."

Although most of the Werewolves had instigated oral sex with him, Mark was completely content to let Joe take the lead, and that made for an entirely different experience. Taking his time, the Human slid off the edge of the mattress after crawling over the Werewolf's leg, standing on the ground so he could bend over to service the prone cream-furred form. Mark let him take complete control, which meant that Joe was able to feel every vein on the rod in his mouth, alternating between swirling his tongue around it and dragging it along the underside of the thick hunk of Werewolf flesh he serviced.

Whether it was he was given leave to go at his own pace, or because there truly was an actual difference in the taste, Joe was almost certain Mark's flavor was just a little more mellow-- slightly headier but less musky. He enjoyed it, even as the rest of his senses were also put to use exploring the Werewolf, even as Mark let out a contented sigh, followed by a soft groan of pleasure.

Marco, like the rest of the pack, was incredibly well built-- he wasn't as chiseled as Lee had been, nor was he as pudgy as Alex; he was a happy medium with just enough bulk that it was impossible to tell how much of it was fur and how much was a little extra padding, but he wasted no time in spreading his hands all across Mark's abdomen, running his fingers through the lush fur as he began bobbing his head slowly. Although he was reveling in the complete control provided to him by the Werewolf, Joe realized very quickly that their time together would not last forever... especially as Mark's breathing began picking up, and a soft rub atop his head from a paw was accompanied by "Getting kinda close here, Joe... you gonna give me room to grab my knot or--"

Joe answered the question by slipping his hands back down to Mark's groin, using both to grip the large, bulbous protrusion at the base of the Werewolf's member. In response, Mark's breath got caught in his throat, and his teeth clenched as his paws clamped down on the mattress. Hips shaking, the cream furred lupine let out a mumbling "Did you learn all this in just one nnnniiiiggggghhh?!" His voice gave way to a growl as his cock erupted, coating the inside of Joe's mouth in one blast.

Although the young man was getting better at taking in Werewolf semen, Mark was more than capable of overwhelming him and the Human had to pull back even as his partner was barely half-done. His face was coated in the next blast, and the follow-up was blocked partial by his arms, coating his whole upper torso in Werewolf spunk and thoroughly soaking Mark's groin fur. The cream-furred wolf had the benefit of it mostly hiding with similar color, but it was still plenty obvious that poor Mark would be having trouble getting clean. The Human sheepishly apologized. "Oh... uh... sorry about your... uh..."

Mark chuckled, splayed out on the mattress. He raised his arm with just his thumb up as he announced "Worth it!"

Laugh interrupted by a belch, Joe felt his entire face flush with embarrassment. He rose up, just in time to be pushed forward as he felt a furry body press up behind him. He felt an arm between his back and the newest Werewolf's abdomen as as paw adjusted the angle of a dribbling member. He recognized the voice of Yeager, the gray furred pack member who had delivered him water back in the restaurant. "Ready to go again?"

Not really sure he had a choice, and, honestly, growing even more comfortable with the idea, Joe smiled. He reached back and batted the Werewolf's paw away, slipping his fingers behind Yeager's relatively deflated knot and aimed for him, pressing back as he let yet another cock slip into him. He responded as cheekily as he dared. "Looks like it."

Joe lowered his head slightly as Yeager clamped a paw down on his shoulder; the Werewolf began railing into him with almost no warning, letting out soft ruffs, growls, and grunts as he let loose. The Human's eyes went wide when Yeager's knot slipped into him; fortunately it wasn't even close to enlarged and came out just as easily, and the Werewolf quickly adjusted his motions to not repeat it. After that 'wake up call', Joe's senses returned to the moment, and he saw that Mark was still laying on the mattress in front of him. Off to the side, Chris concluded his time with his brother as the other Werewolf gripped the brown, furry head and growled out his release; Chris didn't spill a drop.

The cream furred Werewolf was staring right at him at that point, ears up; all furless skin on them were blushing incredibly red, and Joe saw that Mark's lupine shaft was already half-hard again. Smiling impishly, the Human couldn't help but chide him. "Enjoying the show?"

If it were possible for a blush to be seen through fur, Joe was almost certain that he saw just that. Mark, to his credit, however, was perfectly honest. "Very much so."

Lessening the impact of Yeager still bearing into him from behind, Joe used his arms against the mattresses to stabilize himself as he lowered his head again. Just as before, Marco groaned in bliss as his hardening cock found its way back to its second home in the Human's obliging mouth. As with the first time, the cream furred Werewolf was more than happy enough to let Joe take control, and the young man put that power to good use.

The Human continued to service Mark, alternating between toying with sensations and ardently pushing the Werewolf to a second completion. Before then, however, Yeager finished his turn, pulling out completely only to slip his length between Joe's buns, pushing them together with his paws, and humping feverishly, hot-dogging the Human until he exploded, sending rope after rope of thick Werewolf spunk all over Joe's back. Mark tensed up, barking out in objection "You just hit me in the ear, Yeager!"

The gray furred Werewolf only chuckled in response, slipping it back inside for the last few pulses before pulling it out and giving Joe a firm slap on his ass. "Relax, Marco... you already got way more on yourself than I could ever add to... besides, Dad already said we can all go back to the penthouse and clean up. Don't tell me you'd pass up a chance to use that waterfall shower-- it's just a good excuse to get an extra few minutes in there."

Mark huffed indignantly but, despite it, his voice held the hint of a smile as me spoke quietly to Joe, petting his head. "That IS a really cool shower."

While normally having a partner focusing on something other than sex during the act would be off-putting for Joe, something about the easy-going Werewolf's casual inclusion of the comment almost made the Human smile-- he probably would have if his mouth wasn't stuffed to near-busting with almost a foot of lupine cock. Instead, the young man only doubled down, sliding one hand around the back of Mark's knot while the other reached down to cup and fondle the Werewolf's furry scrotum and its ample contents. He recognized the strangled cough that resulted, understanding what was to come: Mark.

Joe was far more ready for the second round as the cream-colored Werewolf's entire body convulsed. The Human pushed down as far as he could go, lips very nearly kissing Mark's knot, and the first shot of seed went straight down his throat, followed by the second, and third, and fourth-- it was almost as if the Werewolf hadn't already JUST gotten off, sending spurt after spurt into him. After nearly thirty seconds, Joe finally pulled back, taking in a deep breath of air as the last rivulets of watery semen seeped out of Mark's still twitching member. In order to conclude the interaction, Joe celebrated in not spilling a drop by finishing his self appointed task, and licked the last of it from the Werewolf's softly pulsing shaft.

Looking up from his handiwork, Joe saw two dozen hungry eyes zeroed in on him; apparently his achievement did not go unnoticed. Feeling his confidence rise, the Human offered a self-satisfied smirk. "Alright... who's next?"

Jim, at that point, held an arm out and stepped ahead of the rest of the pack; Joe saw his boyfriend's very eager member, stiff at attention, swaying back and forth as it stuck up out of his sheath, at the ready. The Human, smiling widely, ran to join him, jumping up into his lover's furry embrace. Even as Jim leaned down to almost completely engulf the Human's head with his muzzle for the sloppiest tongue kiss ever, the Werewolf had one arm wrapped around the young man's back, the other gripping one of his ass cheeks, pulling it aside just enough to help him aim his cock and, standing up, wasted no time having gravity help him impail Joe. The Human didn't mind in the least, moaning into the muzzle surrounding his face.

Their non-traditional 'kiss' broke eventually as Jim waddled over to the mattress, not bothering to stop thrusting and using the uneven gait to get even more power behind each one. Once he was in place he flopped Joe onto his back, hunching over him as he wrapped both paws around the Human's waist; despite the slight budge around his middle, the Werewolf's paws had no trouble completely encircling him, holding him in place as Jim put even more power into his movements. Panting, the Werewolf stared down at him hungrily. "You're getting the knot this time, puppy... you ready for it?"

Jim was more worked up than Joe had ever recalled seeing him before-- and that wasn't just because he was an enormous, hulking beast. The obvious eagerness in his boyfriend's tone was an aphrodisiac, and the Human could only respond with a nod, followed by an eager. "Yeah... I want it, Jim."

No sooner were the words out of his mouth than Jim did a half-skip of a thrust before pulling almost all the way out, and then, with a powerful growl, drove his hips forward-- all the way. Joe cried out as he felt intense pressure followed by a sharp, burning pain; in the moment, he was almost certain that he'd been torn asunder and then, a split second later, the sensation snapped (or maybe he did?), and all that remained was a powerful, over-full ache, punctuated by an ear-shattering howl.

Warmth suffused him a moment later, followed by a very tangible throbbing sensation deep within him; he could feel each and every jet of semen, every single pulse on each spray of cum threatening to fill him to overflowing. It was a hollow threat, however, as Jim's enormous knot sealed him up tight. By that point, the Werewolf had started little tiny micro-thrusts, almost like a jackhammer attempting to break him in half.

They weren't powerful enough to yank or twist the knot, but it was enough to mash the Human's prostate in just the right way-- so much so that he very nearly came when Jim rotated his hips, lifting one leg over Joe's so that he was facing away from the Human; suddenly, it was as if the dam broke, and an even greater deluge of semen began pouring into him. Jim only groaned in pleasure.

Joe stared up into the overhead parking lot light as he panted, feeling his body twitch and stretch, slowly growing a little more accustomed to the softball-sized invader inside it, but a furry head blocked out the light; Chris stared down at him. "Wow... you took that like a champ, Josiah..." he felt a smooth paw pad slide along the underside of his own twitching cock. "Seems like you enjoyed it too."

The Human was more than ready to object to the teasing, only Chris interrupted him by leaning down to give him a lick on the nose. Distracted, it took Joe a moment to register that the luxuriously brown furred Werewolf was crawling up onto the mattress with him. In the two seconds the Human spent wondering what was going on, Chris had climbed onto him, straddling the young man's hips and, with the practiced skill of a professional, had settled down into Joe's lap; his erection didn't balk as it found entrance into the Werewolf's blazing hot tail hole, and the young man let out a yelp at the stimulation he felt when Chris' tail clamped down around the intruder.

Murrring softly, Chris began to flex his legs, rising up and down in the Human's lap. Ears alternating their flicking, the Werewolf's paws explored Joe's bare chest even as he spoke over his shoulder. "Daddy-- could you straighten your back a little? It helps if I have something to lean against."

Jim sighed, but Joe noticed that the large hulking dad Wolf did so, even as he grunted. "You're incorrigible, Christian."

chris began to pick up the pace, his bubble-gum pink cock bouncing in time with his motions, spraying jet after jet of precum constantly each time his hips collided with Joe's. "What can I --mmm--- say, Daddy? You --ohh-- chose well... mmmpf."

Still feeling Jim's thick flesh buried deep in him, Joe was overwhelmed with the sensations; Chris' insides stroked him more completely than anything he'd ever felt and, eventually, the Werewolf astride him slid the tips of his claws around the Human's nipples-- and it was too much. Wheezing, Joe's hips almost managed to lift up off the mattress and he gasped, his entire pelvis flexing as it felt like he was emptying two loads worth into the dominant bottom astride him. Chris, in turn, crooned out when he realized what was going on.

A moment later he gripped his own knot, and the Human was rewarded by a fresh blast of Werewolf cum to his face. Like the rest of his pack, Chris was no slouch when it came to production, and the young man was forced to weather a veritable shower in semen before the brown-furred bottom had concluded his performance. Remaining in place, Chris actually doubled down and splayed himself across the young man, mashing his furry chest against Joe's cum-bathed face, and the Werewolf began licking the top of his head.

Although Joe couldn't tell who it was, he heard three more Werewolves approach. Face still buried in Chris' chest fur, the Werewolf astride him slowly sat up, mumbling into his ear "Looks like Pete, Seth and Ronnie want a turn..."

Straightening his back, Chris revealed the newcomers to Joe. The young man recognized the red furred Werewolf with green eyes, who had moved around to his right; the one standing at his head was the German Shepherd colored one and, up close, looked as though he was actually larger than Jim! The Werewolf standing to his left was the first to speak up; his Green eyes shone inquisitively and his lush golden fur looked incredibly soft. His voice was also surprisingly mellow. "Hey... I'm... just gonna get a hand job if that's okay."

Chris spoke over the mild Werewolf. "Seth's married-- his wife knows about the ritual and she's cool with it, just so long as he doesn't do any ass or mouth stuff with you."

A look of casual irritation creased the golden furred Werewolf's brow; Joe got the impression that such an expression was probably the depth of Seth's ability to be dour-- if not for looking like a wolf, the Human would have mistaken him for a Golden Retriever. The young man surprised himself at just how casual the comment was that left his mouth. "It's okay, Seth-- I'd be happy to give you a hand job."

Joe almost felt as though he were more eager than the golden-furred Werewolf... right up until he reached out and gently hooked his fingers behind his knot, at which point he became much more amiable, approaching the mattress without restraint. It didn't take long before Seth had his paws clamped down on the side of the mattress, himps humping eagerly into Joe's fingers.

At that point the young man looked over to Ronnie, who was slowly jerking himself off. Once their eyes met, the red furred Werewolf's tail began wagging in a helocopter. His tongue flopped out of the side of his muzzle immediately. "Oh fuck! My turn?"

The Human held back a snicker, simply gesturing with his free hand. "Why don't you show me how you'd like i--"

Joe didn't have a chance to finish his statement as Pete grabbed hold of his wrist with one paw, and pushed at the small of Ronnie's back with his other; once the Human and Werewolf teen were close enough, Pete connected Joe's hand to Ronnie's erection. Pete's incredibly deep voice spoke softly, and in a matter of fact tone. "Don't worry, Joe... he'll show you what he likes."

At first, the young man was astounded at just how take-charge Pete was over the situation but, within a few seconds, he realized that the large Werewolf was not wrong; Ronnie had taken hold of Joe's hand in both his paws and was humping into it as if his fingers were a sex toy. His attention was slowly turned back toward Pete by the Werewolf himself, holding Joe's head in his paw and rotating it toward his direction; Pete was so large that he had to bend his knees slightly for his hips to be at the level of the mattress. "Got room for one more? If not, I can wait..."

Chris, still sitting on Joe's lap, gave his member a gentle squeeze with his tail hole. "Oh... you're lucky... Pete is a great lay."

Not giving the Werewolf on him the satisfaction of a response, Joe simply nodded, and Pete helped hold his head steady as he lined up his shaft; unlike the rest of the pack, the hetocromatic Werewolf's flesh was much more human colored, albeit, with several dark splotches on it, not unlike a dairy cow. It was a strange thing to consider, but Joe let the observation slide as he accepted the gingerly offered erection, letting it slide into his lips. Pete continued to hold his head gently, rubbing him behind an ear with a thumb pad. "Let me know when you're ready-- if you have a problem just pull away and I'll stop."

Despite being so huge, Pete turned out to be incredibly considerate; although Joe didn't have to have him stop, the notice that Pete would was an incredible comfort. Despite the enormous Werewolf's slow and methodical thrusting, out of all three, he ended up coming first, and he was, as with everything else, incredibly courteous about it. "Hey, Joe... I'm getting close... pull your tongue back if you want me to finish outside."

No longer worried about just how productive Werewolves could be, the Human made it a point to slip his tongue up even more firmly along the underside of the girthy flesh. The action made Pete shudder, and his teeth chattered as he announced. "Copy that."

Unlike so many of his brothers, Pete did not just slam it home as he came. His paw trailed down to grip his knot, which he did rhythmically, in time with his continued slow and methodical thrusts. His deep bass went down another impossibly low octave as he groaned; although he sound was decidedly Human, it was also unmistakably lupine, somehow blending a satisfied man ejaculating with a joyful wolven release; the sensation sent a shiver up Joe's spine-- though that could also have been Chris finally pulling himself off of the Human, coupled with a sassy "Damn lucky... I LOVE that sound..."

Only after the second throb of the fat shaft in his mouth did Joe realize that he had absolutely no trouble swallowing the first two jets of semen; by the time the third shot straight down his esophagus the Human realized why: Pete's cock was so long it was well past his windpipe, feeding the Werewolf seed almost directly into his stomach. He rode the sensations of the interior massage against his throat with each and every productive pulse from Pete's shaft, attention pulled from it only when Ronnie yipped, and Joe felt the red furred Werewolf's paw clamp down around his hand.

Pete ultimately pulled back, and Joe could feel every inch as it slipped free of his throat, one final, week spurt of seed coating his tongue before the Werewolf had fully withdrawn; by that point Ronnie was up on the tip toes of his paw pads, hips shaking non-stop as jet after jet of milky Werewolf cum bathed the side of Joe's body from waist to neck. The young Werewolf continued thrusting, one paw gripping his knot while the other kept the Human's hand smashed between it and his textured cock.

Although Ronnie's orgasm seemed to last forever, the red furred Werewolf finally released Joe's hand, fingers dripping with cum. The young Werewolf stumbled backward, member still bobbing as it continued to ejaculate small spurts, and Ronnie's comment was simple and too the point. "Woof." He ended up getting a noogie from Abe.

Off to Joe's other side, his remaining partner was huffing indignantly. He had Joe's hand pinned against the mattress and was humping into his curled fingers, but to little effect. Panting softly, the Werewolf slowed down after another few seconds, shaking his head. "Not sure I got it in me... sorry guys."

Able to focus more on the golden furred Werewolf, Joe rotated himself, sitting up so he could get a better angle, and he tightened his grip. "Here... see if that helps."

Seth flicked an ear, expression confessing doubt but, rather than object, he rested one paw on the Human's shoulder, the other still resting on the bed as he changed his angle and bore down on Joe's hand, thrusting firmly against it. "A little better... maybe."

Chris, having already stepped away from the mattress, approached again. There was an impish grin on his muzzle. "Don't worry, all... I got this."

Remaining focused on the task at hand, Seth ignored him, devoting his all to rutting Joe's hand, but the Human glanced over at the mischevious brown furred Werewolf to see what he was up to. Joe watched as Chris sucked on two of his fingers and then, glancing over and winking at Joe, he pulled the fingers out, and slipped them up behind Seth. The Golden Furred Werewolf yelped, but the sound immediately turned into a yowl, and then a howl as his shaft immediately shuttered, jumped, and began ejecting a massive load into Joe's waiting palm, and all the way across the mattress. Seth's rather mild personality was challenged when he growled out the words, each one accompanying a fresh blast of semen. "SHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT!"

Chris withdrew his fingers with an audible pop, smirking. "Still got it."

Seth fell away, panting loudly before looking down and using a rag to wipe his softening erection clean. He shot a dirty look at Chris, who merely responded with a wink and a blown kiss. Joe glanced around at the rest of the pack; a few had already departed, but the majority of the Werewolves were still present. A few of them were focused on one another, snuggling, petting, touching, some kissing or making out-- stroking one another... though most were still focused on him.

With a loud 'pop', Jim finally pulled free from Joe; the Human was so used to being overflowing with Werewolf cock that its exit wasn't any worse than an end to horrible constipation... and it was followed by a veritable deluge of semen gushing from his newly open rear end. The result earned a hearty cheer from the pack, which was followed up by Jim declaring "Alright, boys... Free time for the next hour. Still no knotting."

If Joie had thought that going through the entire pack was pure chaos for the first hour, he had the opportunity to learn just how wrong he was-- that, and what it felt like to take Cody and Koby in his ass at the same time. It was quite the learning experience... but it was nothing compared to being carried back to Jim's house, and the 60 minute shower he had-- complete with some 'one on one' time with each of the pack brothers for the duration... or the rest of the night when Jim had him all to himself. They snuggled for much of the time, talking about the pack-- Jim's "sons". They discussed everything from Marco's medical studies, Christan's modeling career, Thomas' political rallies, and more. Jim had to explain that, while Seth was indeed married and knew about his family, she was NOT part of the pack so, no, she hadn't "done anything" with Jim or any of his sons other than her husband.

From there, Jim had to explain that Seth didn't have any little ones yet but, when he did, there WAS a possibility that they would eventually grow to be Werewolves but there was no guarantee. He also elaborated that there was a chance that his grandchildren or their kids could be Werewolves and, by then, the family might not know to look for it. Lots of young Werewolves became outcasts from their family or disconnected, which is why packs were so important-- they were found families. It was also why Jim was happy to share Joe with his sons... just so long as Joe was okay with it, and only so he was the only one getting to knot him. They snuggled together until the early hours of the morning, and fucked once more for good measure.

As Joe lay atop his lover's furry chest, insides full once again, and securely sealed by his Werewolf dad's ample knot, the Human let out a contented sigh. "I won't mind when you turn back into a human in the morning, Jim... but I hope you won't hold it against me when I say I look forward to next month when you become a Werewolf again."

Jim's deep-bellied laugh resonated even through his shaft buried deep inside Joe. "Silly puppy... the full moon lasts three days. You still have two more nights with me as a werewolf."

Joe's smile widened and his mind was already ablaze with ideas for Saturday. But that's another story. That, and the were bears.

Yes, twelve of them: One Dozen Beary Turnovers.