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And done! That report was hell to do! Well, I should say "heck" since little James is beside me right now. I know I'm just thinking it, but if I slip out a single cuss word and his father hears it, he'll have my head.

I gaze at the wolf pup to my right and shoot a smile at him. He notices and, behind the straw of his juice box, smiles back. I pet him and he returns to watching the TV.

People always say I'm good with children, but I just don't see it. I guess growing up surrounded by other puppies made me that way. Canine kids are often wary of humans, but that never happened to me. I bet their scent already identifies me as another wolf! I don't mind, of course. Wolves are friendly; the canines ever mistreated me for being adopted.

I check what is even playing on the TV. A cartoon, loud and bright. Dang, are five-year-olds supposed to watch this kind of thing? I just became an adult and I don't get any of it. James, through his giggles and wagging tail, sure seems to enjoy it, so I guess it's fine.

Before I close my laptop, I see the clock says 8:45 PM. Samuel and Betty should be home any time now. Things haven't been going great between the two; I hope a night out like that will help...

My father has been good friends with the Brazilian canine for a while. By his black fur, muscular build, height, haunting, emerald eyes, and stern demeanor, you could easily take him for the big bad wolf. But he's quite kind and playful; loves his family, his touch, despite his brawny appearance, is tender and inviting... And...

I'm stopped by the sound of the velvet-red car on the driveway. They are here. From the edge of my eye, I catch James all excited. Once I hear they're fighting, I cover Jame's ears; the pup looks dejected.

Both come in a storm. I barely make out what the slender she-wolf is barking at the black canine, or what he's howling back. My focus is solely on the boy who's now hugging me in shivers.

I wish this wasn't a common occurrence.

After the noise has died down, I help James to his room. He was already in his pajamas, so I only have to tuck him in. It breaks my heart when he tries to spur me into a play session, but I must refuse. I do have the time to tell him a quick bedtime story.

He's on the way to slumberland when I leave the bedroom's door half-closed behind me. With a sigh, I quickly scan the second floor for any sign of conflict, and return empty-handed. I wanna go home.

Downstairs, a pair of black-furred ears acknowledges me.

"Ben! Is... Jim asleep?"

"Yeah. He's catching some z's about now."

"Good. Good."

I move to gather my computer and my duffle bag, adjusting myself before heading out. The large canine paces about, tail thrashing. I move to the front door and brace myself to face the cold.

"I'll leave now."

"Ah!" By that exclamation I interrupted deep thoughts. "Yes, of course. Here's your pay."

He haphazardly forces me to take a bundle of crumpled notes. This guy overpays me; and knows I won't accept the cash unless he makes me.

"Thanks again, Ben..." His faulty voice echoes in the empty ground floor. "And sorry to make you see that..."

"It's okay."

It isn't. The details of it are beyond me. But things looked worse than usual. And I really want to ask him to talk about it; but I don't have to cross any boundaries. The guy's had quite the night already.

"If you ever need me," I say, putting on a smile, "you can always call, okay?"

"Yeah!" I see his face light up in the darkness, "I know I can."

Before I realize, his robust arms are around me. I'm being held against that virile frame, my nose crushed against his Adam's apple. His massive pectorals, well-toned abs, I even tell his muscular thighs; all pressed against me. I return the gesture with my fit limbs.

He has hugged me before many times; it's a canine thing. But this is different, somehow. Despite him being the one that started the act, the man seems to look for comfort in me.

It lasts for quite a while, but eventually he unhands me. As the warmth of his embrace leaves me, I immediately miss it.

"Ah!" Another exclamation from the now flustered wolf. "Sorry."

"It's okay," I answer, face burning myself.

"It's late. Should I call you a cab? Or maybe give you a ride?"

"No, that's alright. I'll be fine. Thanks anyway."

I step through the door, into the dark suburbs. From inside, the canine calls me again.

"Good night! And stay safe!"

I only nod and wave back.

On the way to the bus stop, I can't help but think about what just happened. That hug, the feeling of his body against me, and how I miss his touch. I sigh and take a seat. My tiredness prevents me from any more complex thoughts.

---

I pay little mind to today's classes. The events from last night still linger in my mind, playing over and over. I'm sitting on a bench just outside campus when a friendly elbow falls on my shoulder.

"Hey, Ben!"

I release a quick shriek as a gray-furred canine breaks my concentration.

"Avery! You seriously scared me."

"Haha. Sorry, sorry. You seemed distracted. I couldn't resist!"

They keep laughing, while my heart slowly returns to a regular pace.

"So," says the wolf, "Whatcha thinking about?"

"None of your business," I reply in a childish tone.

"Hey! That's no way to talk to your older sibling!"

Soon I'm smiling back. Avery's happiness rubs on people like that.

"But seriously," they tell me in a lighthearted manner, "what's up? You seemed really pensive."

"I dunno. I can't stop thinking about something."

"Oh, is it a guy?"

"What! Why would you assume it's that?"

"Was a wild guess! Although, your face and tone just gave it away."

They laugh at me again, and I realize my situation. Indeed, my usually pale cheeks are pinkish, my heartbeat is high and I can feel my vision blur. Right after I calm down, I release a sigh and frown.

"Oh, c'mon!" Says the wolf. "Not like he's your first guy or anything. You know what to do by now. Or perhaps," Avery's face lights up, "you need help from your big sib?"

I do not. They are eager to assist, but every time my sibling here plays Cupid, things go south. It's a bit of an inside joke between us. Besides...

"He's just... In a bad spot. And," I sigh, "I don't know what to do."

"I see." their playful tone shifts into an understanding one. "Can you help him out of that situation?"

"I think I can. But how to approach it..."

"For what's worth, I believe in you. You've always been a kind person, Ben. If you want to, you totally should help him!"

"Avery..."

"And if you can't do it alone," they point to themselves with their thumb, winking, "you can count on your favorite sibling!"

I snicker before responding.

"Okay, Cupid!" I drive a mock punch on their arm.

We chat for a little while before we part ways. On my way to lunch, what they said echoes in my head. I want to help, but I can't just make things worse...

But I gotta at least try. If not for Samuel or Betty, for James' sake! My strange feelings are less important right now. Those wolves are going to patch up or break up.

---

Three days ago, I called up the black wolf to meet him for lunch. He finally can come along today. The man seems far more approachable and level-headed, so it's probably better if I talk to him over Betty.

We decided on a restaurant by the Worcester Common, as the bank he works at is pretty close. It was exceptionally easy to decide where to go, since wolves aren't picky at all.

I get there a handful of minutes before him. As he approaches, his dark fur and massive body stick out through the faint crowds. He joins me and not long after we are sitting at a table.

We chat while waiting for the food and as we eat. The entire time, he tries to ask me why I wanted to talk to him. I deflect many of his attempts; this topic might be too heavy to discuss during a meal.

"So," says Samuel as the server takes our plates away, "what did you want to talk about? And don't you dodge the question again!"

"Haha, you know..."

Then it hits me. Are we even so close that I can talk to him about this kind of stuff? Is he going to open up to me? What will happen if things worsen from here? All these questions set my mind to giving up the whole thing. I'll say I wanted to spend time with him and leave it at that.

Just as I cower into failure, I feel something beside me. It's James, shivering, hugging me. My experiences are a taste of what the pup maybe goes through every day! That I can't stand. There are things more important than my cowardice right now.

I sigh, then peer into the darkness of his fur.

"Samuel... How are things going with Betty?"

"Oh. That's what you wanted to talk about."

The frown on his face tells me I made the wrong move. I brace for a scorn; for his sternness to manifest and for him to push me away from his life. But he throws his head back and grunts.

"You noticed, didn't you? Betty and I... we don't click anymore."

"Why is that?" I throw my worry to follow boundaries out the window.

"She doesn't seem to care about us, y'know? She looks after Jim well enough. But actions look like things she does out of duty, not love." The wolf's head finally returns to the table, but not to me. "Worse, is when she goes on night outs and doesn't return until the following morning; sometimes, reeking of God-knows-what."

I don't know how long this has gone on for, but the tone of the wolf's words and how easily he let them out, tell me he needed to tell someone. I've never seen him so straight-up sad like this. His ears dropped, muzzle pointed downwards, tail hitting the floor, arched back... All his pain was tangible.

"Then, Samuel... Why don't you end things?"

"Ha! Are you kidding!" The wolf snaps his sight to me. "I can't do that to Jim, Ben! The trauma of divorce... I can't mess this up... I can't mess him up."

Those emeralds focus squarely on me; filled with sadness and judgement. I see I'm drawing closer and closer to the point of bothering him/ but I don't care.

"Samuel, James is not happy with seeing you two fight either. If you care about him, you should at least consider-"

"No. I can't risk it... If I talk to Betty, surely I can patch things up. I just... I wish she acted more caring. More," the wolf turns his face to the park beside the restaurant, looking at nothing in particular, "like you."

"Me!" I question, my cheeks slowly grow reddened.

"Yeah! You're so compassionate, Ben. When I see Jim in your arms, I can just trust you, with anything. You're so eager to give yourself to others... Sometimes I wish I married someone like you instead."

With each of his words, I grew more flushed. I'm too shocked to answer properly and shiver in anticipation as he turns to me.

"And when I hug you in my arms, it hurts because-"

When the black muzzle is on me again, he can see what the words did to me and stops at once. He looks like he's just realizing what he said and grows silent and shaking.

Unlike me, he wasn't flustered; no, he was ashamed, guilt ridden. There's a myriad of things I want to say, but only one escapes my lips.

"Samuel..."

"I..." He raises to his feet in a flash and tosses crumpled dollar bills on the table. "I must go."

I call him again as his controlled steps dash through the restaurant; only to be ignored. I fall back on my seat, face burning, ashamed of myself.

"Now I fucked it up..."

---

It has been weeks since I last talked to Samuel... He neglected my messages and calls. I don't even dare visit Betty. Seeing how things went down with him, I don't stand a chance. At this pace, I'm afraid I might never talk to him again.

Those words just make my heart throb and my headache. They followed so earnestly from his mouth. That was a confession, whether or not he intended it to be.

Do I even know what to feel? Samuel is attractive, and kind, and respectful, and... For God's sake! He's almost twenty years older than me! Not to mention, married! I have no place thinking about these kinds of things.

Unfortunately, all I can do is hope the bridge between us isn't completely burned. I miss James, I miss that house, and I miss...

"Benny," a girly voice brought me to reality, "are you there?"

I'm no longer in my mind palace. Instead, the market apron is around my neck, colorful buttons of a cash register are in front of me, and a set of groceries is set on a small treadmill beside me. Beyond the machine, a familiar young wolfess stares at me with concern. White-dyed hair covers one of her eyes, and goth clothes decorate her slender body.

"Tish... Was I spacing out?"

"Yes..."

I pass the products through the tool; she assists me. As we work together, she speaks again.

"You've been 'spacing out' all week. Are you okay?"

"Yeah... Just thinking about stuff."

"Guy... stuff?"

Her tone exudes shyness and worry. My siblings are very good at reading me. I sigh before talking to her.

"Did Avery tell you?"

"Something like that... C'mon, what's up?"

I wish we could talk in private, but these feelings are too heavy. They leak from my mouth as my arms move automatically.

"I messed up, Tish. I tried talking to him and things got worse. And he hasn't been answering me... And I miss him... And-"

"Benny!"

Her furry thumb stops the tears from one of my now damp eyes. Over the cash register, on her tip-toes, she pulls me into a hug; and I return the gesture. Even having spent all my life hugging wolves, I never get tired of it. The warmth, the feeling... Maybe it's not about hugging the canines; just... someone you like.

"Better?" She says after we break the embrace.

"Yeah, actually. Made me realize some things..."

"Did it?" She gives me an innocent, puzzled look. "I just wanted you to calm down."

"Ha! Guess we have a new 'Cupid' in the house!"

I can hear her tail flail behind her as she grows flustered.

"Stop! You're so embarrassing!"

"Hey, Tish." The teenager peeks at me through her fingers. "Thank you." She looks at me, shame fading into happiness. "And that'll be 35.99 dollars!"

We break into laughter.

I see her to the door and as she leaves; I see my resolve renewed. Time to face the music!

---

The two-story house towers over me. If I remember correctly, Samuel doesn't work today, and Betty should've left with James to a child's party. I don't think I'll have a better chance to confront the wolf.

I inhale and exhale heavily, shrug off the last bits of hesitation and step onto the wooden porch. My tremulous hand reaches for the doorbell. Part of me wishes he's not home or wants to run away, but my determination keeps my feet planted on the boards beneath me.

Lumbering steps come from inside, towards the door. It is time.

The door opens, revealing the black canine's massive frame and a weary voice. With a glance at me, his usual serious expression briefly wavers into a frown. A sigh and I'm welcomed inside.

At his request, I wait at the couch in the living room. He gets a coffee for himself, and a glass of water for me. He sets his body a seat away from me. Neither dare glance at the other; not even as he speaks first.

"I'm sorry, Ben. For running and ghosting and-"

"It's okay. I don't think either of us expected that to happen."

"It's not okay! Why did I tell you those things? It just complicated everything; made it all worse. I feel terrible."

"Is it that bad? You meant what you said, didn't you?"

"I did..."

"Do you not want to give those feelings a chance?"

"Don't mess with me, Benjamin!" He entered his stern mode. "I'm married, I have a son I love and... so much older than you! A goddamn creep, that's what I am!"

"Is that what this is about?" I finally face him with a stern look myself. "I'm not a child anymore. I'm an adult, same as you."

"You know nothing, Ben."

"I know you are not happy. I know James is not happy. And now, I know how you feel. I don't care if it's not with me. But, can't you give yourself a chance?"

"I can't!" His maw snaps at me. "I... can't..."

His face deflates into the couch beneath him. I can only follow him with a dejected face as his voice grows sadder.

"I can't put James through this, or Betty, or even you. These feelings are my sin to bear. I'll carry it in silence, it's for the best..."

"It's not." Despite my cowardice, I put my hands on both sides of his muzzle, forcing him to see me. "Suffering is never good, Samuel. And you won't be the only one in pain if this goes on."

"What does that mean?"

I want to tell him he can live his life with whoever he wants, that he can be attracted to anyone. But that would be a lie. And his muzzle is so close to my face...

My mouth meets his. It's the first time I'm doing a muzzle, so for now, I'll leave it a smooch. As we part, I notice he didn't reject my move.

"I want you to be happy too, Samuel."

I peer deep into those beautiful emeralds, and they look back. The bits of sadness are still there, but I can see so much more behind that.

Before I even get the chance to be embarrassed, the wolf himself makes a move. His muzzle meets my lips once again. This time, a tongue can help but pierce my mouth. He leads the embrace while readjusting our bodies until he is over me. He's clearly the more experienced one, so I just let him act.

His damp breath hits my nose from his mouth as we stare at each other. That was the same feeling; to like and to be liked. It doesn't take long before a smile forms in my face; and his follow suit.

"You know," he says, as his hand moves towards my abdomen, "when I said those things about you, I forgot to add: you're also so handsome."

My heart skips a beat before beating fast, and his furry hand dives under my shirt. His digits travel over my abs, exploring my body.

I want to sit back and let him lead, but my curious hands travel to the sides of his body. I pull up his tight t-shirt to reveal the fur underneath. Soon, I'm groping and petting his black pelt, sliding my fingers through his toned build.

His mouth comes down on me once again; but I stop him. Unfortunately, there's still something in my mind.

"Samuel, do you want to do... 'this'?"

"I do. Wait," he moves back a bit, "you don't? Is this too far?"

"It's fine, I want it. It's just... you like the family stuff; and you're still married... Would you rather wait?"

He sighs. I can tell this was on his mind.

"The only way I'd regret this, is if I force you to do it... Do you feel forced? Would you like to wait?"

There he is. This is him; considerate and respectful. His body all over me has gotten me excited. I want to do it. Only thing I care about right now is how he feels. But words won't display my emotions, actions will.

I go after his muzzle for a kiss of my own. While he's distracted, I slowly pull more and more of his shirt, his muscular body comes into my view in strides. I grope and fondle more of his abs and pecs, dive my fingers into his fur to caress his back muscles.

Message received. He breaks away and slips out of his shirt entirely. My eyes finally see it all, the black fur shaped in the muscles of a god. A man that treats his body with the respect it deserves; demands my attention.

An invisible force compels me to his torso. I dive my face between his abs and start sniffing, kissing, licking. I know he's enjoying when his hand pets the back of my head and starts leading me up and down his chest.

His pectorals are the best part. Not only they had the perfect balance of squishiness and toughness, it was where his nipples were. I learned he was quite sensitive there; licked and suckled on them, only to get the sexiest reactions.

Eventually, he leads my face to his and shoots me a naughty grin.

"Want to take this somewhere more comfortable?"

---

He flopped me into the bed of the master bedroom. I didn't even notice when my shirt had been taken off. All my mind can concentrate on is the man giving me a taste of my medicine. He's less playful with my nips, but enjoys it.

He moves away and looks down at me with a grin; no, it's more like a smile. I can't stop looking at his eyes, they pop against his fur, enticing and even erotic.

"Ready for the next step?"

"Nervous, but... I trust you, Samuel-"

"Sam. Call me Sam."

Another smooch, and he slides his hand through my chest. He tugs the waistband of my jeans and pulls them down slightly. His hands aren't the only naughty ones, mine are around his waist drawing closer and closer to his fly.

Almost at the same time, we undo each other's pants. I follow his yellow boxer briefs, hiding his half chub; he sees my turquoise underwear and snickers.

"Briefs, seriously? God, you're cute."

He lifts one more time to remove his pants for real; I follow his lead and get rid of mine. Soon we are kissing again, with a bonus: his bulge pressed against mine. The fabric of our underwear barely makes a difference; our members continue to stiffen as they touch and clash.

Eventually, I get curious and want to see him, fully naked. My hands pull his boxers until I'm stopped.

He straddles me and mutters.

"Wouldn't you rather watch this show?"

His hips move in circles, a dance of tease. His digits pierce the underwear and he slowly tugs them. He shows what little I haven't seen of him yet. The wolf, of course, reveals his dick only in the very end. I grow excited as my eyes alone tell me he's packing heat.

Once he frees it, the cock dangles; and I'm hypnotized by it. The uncut member is thick and has the perfect length, the weight of his furry balls on me. Shamelessly, I gawk at his privates; the wolf can tell.

"I see you like them."

He teases me further by shaking his whole package with a brawny hand. My huffs turn audible as my excitement peaks.

"Well," he says in an immature tone, "I showed you mine. Now you gotta show me yours."

He moves his muzzle to the tent forming between my legs. He hums and starts tugging my briefs off... with his teeth! He's careful not to rip it, but only barely; the wolf's a born predator messing with his prey.

My dick flops in the air as it's released from its cage. At full mast I don't measure up to him; with a hum and a warm lick, tells me he likes what he sees. Sam sniffs around a little and provides the head with a quick kiss before he kneels again. Then, he removes my briefs completely before talking to me.

"Hang on."

His body flies out of the bed. My eyes follow him, struggling to remove his boxer while making it to the bedside table. From the corner of my eye, I see him get a small, shiny object from a drawer; doesn't take too long to find out what. Only my excitement curbs the nervousness.

He slides his palm over me, growling as he does.

"How about you get on all fours for me, Ben?"

Nothing about his wording or tone was forceful or dominating; but I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel it. I obey, hoisting, presenting my ass to him. He hums, as someone would at the sight of a good-looking meal. To my surprise, that's exactly how he treats my hole.

The slickness painting my backside surprises me at first, but soon I'm enjoying. I have done anal, but never received a rim job. It doesn't take long for his tongue to penetrate my ass. It's so very different from a dick. Smaller, but its movements excite the walls of my insides like nothing I ever had.

After a good minute or two, the wolf seems satisfied. I can imagine his face as he giggles.

"There," he says, "nice and wet."

I lack the mental ability to respond. I just huff and moan, waiting for that thick cock. Soon, a condom wrapped dick to drop between my cheeks and tease my hole.

With a single thrust, he goes all in. Though it hurts, it only lasts a second. And he doesn't waste time doing me good.

Holding my body by the sides, he begins slowly. A mix of his own pelvic thrusts and the way he forces my body towards and away from him repeatedly.

I love the steady increase of pace; I moan, grunt and huff to display it. Suddenly, I want... need to cum alongside him. I move my hand to the bouncing penis, stroking wildly. Once he notices, he stops moving my body, and focuses on his thrusts instead.

His crotch pounding my ass, me jerking my dick. It's too much. I'm close, and so is he. Soon I reach my limit.

"Oh! Sam!"

The white liquid flows from the head of my member to the sheets below us. I do not control or hold back. The result of my orgasm just stains the bed. A few more moves and my partner meets me in bliss; the rubber expanding inside me,

Exhaustion follows ecstasy. My body falls on the cushion and crawls towards the pillow. Soon, Sam joins me.

We stare into the other's eyes. Does he feel the same as me? As he mimics my smile, I know he does. With a satisfied sigh, I speak.

"Was that good?"

"It was great, Ben."

I see the look on his face turn into a frown for a second; and I can guess why. If there was a turning back point before, there isn't anymore. Things between us, Samuel, James, Betty, me, it'll never be the same.

It's scary but... as my fingers interlock with his, we can at least try to be better from now on. Even if everything changes.

---

It's been a month and a half since that afternoon me and Sam spent together. Trying times, full of fights, tears and other emotions. But the man I see leaving the courthouse with a puppy clung to him seems like a happier one.

My body rubs on his as we walk beside each other on the sidewalk. Deep down, my happiness for him turns to friskiness. My moves get more and more flirtatious and he can't do anything, since he's holding little James.

As we stop before a crosswalk, I receive my due payback. A muscular hand covertly strikes one of my cheeks and then gingerly gropes it. I shoot an embarrassed face at him; he replies with a naughty grin. I'm able to laugh at the situation after a sigh.

The pedestrian light turns green and we step forwards; to our future. Even if it doesn't last forever, I want to make the best of the time we have.