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“Okay, let's try those verb conjugations again." A rather burly looking young grey wolf proposed to the much more diminutive human next to him.

The wolf was struggling to get the human to understand the intricacies of the Spanish language. Language, sports, math, just about anything with a pattern or strategy to it came easy to Justin. He's at the top of his foreign language classes and an avid member of their schools wrestling team. The human, Jackson… not so much. He barely got by in Spanish One and wouldn't win an arm wrestling match against a steamed clam shell.

In any typical high school you'd probably never expected to see the smart jock hanging out with one of the school's outcasts. Jack isn't the most attractive person on the face of the earth, but he wasn't ugly either, he just failed to stand out in any situation other than Spanish where he was Ms. Serrano's favorite target. If the two hadn't know each other side the day they were born they would just be another sad victim of the savage teenage social prejudice.

“They don't make any sense!" Jackson whined to the wolf. Justin wouldn't hear any of it, he was determined to make sure his human friend would be ready for his Spanish test on Monday.

“Take it slowly. One word at a time. My name is Jackson. I am from the United States. How are you?"

Jackson began to speak, “Me llamo Jackson. Yo… yo donde los… Estados Unidos. Comò estas?" the human stumbled over the words and pronunciations, taking unusual breaks between words that a native speaker would pick up on right away.

“Good. You're getting better." Justin encouraged.

“I hate Spanish. My mind just isn't wired for it." Jackson complained.

“It could be worse. You only have to take two years, I had to take four." The wolf tried to reason to Jackson. “Maybe we've been working too hard on syntax. The test should be at least fifty percent vocabulary anyway. What unit are you on?"

“Relationships and introductions." Jackson said.

“Perfect. I loved that unit." Justin exclaimed. “Now tell me a few of your vocabulary words."

Jackson had to think for a few moments before answering, “Let's see, there's beso, novia, novio…" the human felt a firm grasp on his thigh. “Ugh… What'cha doing there buddy?"

“Oh, nothing." The wolf loosened his grip slightly but left his paw firmly resting on his friend.

“You do know where your paw is, right?" Jackson was getting confused with his friend. He couldn't understand what the wolf meant by his actions. Jackson realized the truth about his own sexuality, but he's never told anyone before, not even his best friend who was now acting strangely toward him. He couldn't help but think that Justin was playing some cruel joke on him, or that he had somehow found out about his big personal secret and was trying to be funny when he told him that he found out about it.

“Yes. It's on your knee." The wolf said confidently with a smile.

“Uh… you may want to check again…" Jack knew exactly where the paw was. He knew it wasn't on his knee and that it was moving fast. The Jack couldn't understand why his friend, who had never shown any interest in guys, let alone himself, would now be making advances on him. He certainly didn't expect the wolf to grab his crotch and pull him into a kiss.

Otherwise knowing what to do Jack pushed the wolf off of him and jumped up onto kiss feet. “What are you doing?!" he yelled.

“I'm taking what I want." Justin claimed to Jack. “I know you want it too. Don't pretend you haven't pictured yourself fucking me, and vice versa, a million times."

Jack was in a state of shock he had no clue how Justin would have known that. “What are you talking about?" he asked the wolf.

“I've seen your sketch books Jack. I know what you draw in them." The human felt utterly embarrassed at the thought of the wolf going through his most private thoughts. “You're very good, but I'm not quite that… big." The words tasted sweet on Justin's tongue. He wasn't even trying to snoop around when he found the drawings, he was looking for some physics notes from when he was absent and just stumbled on the wrong notebook. It wasn't a surprise to him that his best friend was gay, he figured that out months ago. But, he was surprised by how much of the porn had involved himself and Jackson.

“You must think I'm disgusting." Jack said, defeated, he slumped down onto the edge of his bed.

“If I thought you were disgusting, why would I kiss you?" Jackson couldn't come up with a good answer. He remained silent not knowing how to approach the situation any more. “Look, I don't think you're disgusting. If I did I wouldn't still be here and I certainly wouldn't have kissed you."

“Why did you kiss me? If all you wanted to do was tell me that, why didn't you?" Jack asked, obviously to naïve to see what's truly going on.

“You don't get it." Justin closed in on the small human. He put one paw on his shoulder and sat down next to him and tried to kiss the human again. Justin held short from his lips and looked into his eyes. “I want you too. I just didn't know how to tell you." The two exchanged a short kiss but returned for second, and thirds, and so on.

Before long they had collapsed onto the bed in a hot heap of fur and skin. Jackson loved every second on it. His wildest and most forbidden dreams were coming true right before his eyes. The muzzle of the wolf tasted bitter and sweet on his tongue. While they have grown apart slightly in high school the two were once as close as two brothers, and they're about to get even closer. Justin nuzzled at Jack's neck, slowly breathing in the unique scent of human flesh. Meanwhile Jack was basking in the warmth and softness of any patch of fur he could get his hands on.

Jack jumped when he felt a soft paw breach the waistline of his jeans and invade his personal regions. Justin looked him in the eye and seductively grinned at him, “Quieres follar?"

“I have no fucking clue what you just said."

“You don't need to. Just follow along." Justin turned his muzzle back to Jack's neck and zeroed in on his weak spot. He found out that Jack was very ticklish at the base of his neck when they were cubs and fooling around with each other wasn't frowned upon. Although they've also learned that the definition of 'fooling around' changes as you get older. What was once innocent rolling around on the floor was now making Jack buck and moan at the feelings assaulting him.

Justin's intruding paw pressed its advance into the great unknown. Unknown since the ace of eleven when it becomes a subject of horrible shame for two young men to be seen naked around each other. Justin wondered how much had changed since then. He's well aware of the changes in his own body, but beyond the other wrestlers he's seen in the showers, he's had no contact with another man beyond the screen of his phone or computer. While he was extremely horny he was also curious, what was the human like down there now? What will the human think of him after all of these years?

He knows that he has a lot to live up to, given the drawings he's seen, but he's still really self-conscious about his penis size. He knows he's not big, he's barely average at only five inches, not including his knot which adds another inch or inch and a half in the best case scenario. But it Jack has no desire to take his knot then that length just goes to waist.

His paw finally found what it was looking for. He took the flesh sack into his palm and rolled its contents around sending a shiver up Jacks spine. His other paw moved to his pants button, quickly pulling it apart, breaking the button off because of his haste and lust. He was quick to rip his pants off leaving him in a tight pair of compression shorts with some suspicious stains on the front. Jack's pants followed not long after revealing quite the bulge encased in a well-worn pair of briefs.

“I always thought you were a boxers kind of guy." Noted Justin.

“I used to be, but as things… began to rearrange I preferred something that would keep it all in the same place. Plus I always hated how boxers would ride up in jeans and how some have that slit in the front that doesn't have anything to hold it closed so everything just flies out. I thought you just didn't wear underwear."

“I didn't used to, but I got my sheath pierced a few months ago so I'm not taking chances with loose shorts and jeans. I don't really want to know what it feels like to have a metal ring get ripped out of my sheath." Justin said. He pulled off his shirt revealing the dense muscles of his chest and abs, the perfect 220 pound wrestler.

“You got your sheath pierced?!" Jack's voice was full of surprise. “How the fuck did you get your parents to agree to that?"

“They don't know. I did it on a dare from one of my wrestling buddies, he did it." Justin admitted.

“Do you know how dangerous that is?"

“What can I say? I'm a risk taker." Justin's muzzle once again met with Jack's mouth for an exchange of tongues and saliva.

The wolf began to carefully pull off the fur-tight compression shorts which strained at the size of his very muscular thighs. He wasn't hard yet, but the little red tip of his penis was beginning to poke out of his sheath. He broke the kiss and rolled onto his back. He held Jack by the shoulders in such a way that he would end up resting on Justin's chest.

“I want to see what you taste like." Jack pleaded. Justin kissed him once more before nodding for him to continue. Jack moved down to Justin's awaiting wolf-hood. The small metal ring protruding from the edge of his sheath made Jack pause for a moment as he looked at it. He wondered if it hurt when he had it pierced. A stupid wondering probably, I don't know any reason why it wouldn't hurt to have a metal rod driven through the furry equivalent of foreskin. Being uncut himself jack certainly knew how sensitive it to pain. By now Jack was face to face with Justin's slowly emerging tip. It was almost toying with him, making him work to see its full length.

“Sorry if I disappoint." Justin said sadly.

“What do you mean?" Jack sounded innocent as he asked not really knowing what Justin meant.

“I'm not sure its size is going to live up to expectations." Justin's face was plastered with a self-conscious look.

Jack shook his head, “I don't care how big it is. I just care that it's you."

Jack wasn't sure what he needed to do. He'd seen plenty of porn, like every teenage boy. But, he'd never had any hands on experience with someone else before. He stuck his tongue out and cautiously licked the salty curved tip. Slowly the rest of the red rod emerged from its flesh bunker. Jack also seemed to get more and more daring with every inch. By the time Justin was completely engorged, Jack was practically deep throating him.

Justin tugged at the loose fabric encasing Jack's torso. He pulled the white V-neck over the human's arms and legs leaving him almost completely exposed, with the exception of his white briefs. Which were straining under their package. Before long Jack's penis was starting to poke out of the right leg hole, giving Justin a clear view of its unveiled glans.

“I thought you were uncut?" he asked.

Jack had to pull away from throbbing red flesh so he could give an appropriate verbal response, “I am. Each human in different but most of the time it retracts when we get a boner. Similar to how your sheath works." Jack took a few moments during his explanation to remove the last remaining vestige of clothing on his body. His human penis stood eight inches with a plump read head with small folds its base from the excess skin.

“Damn dude… now I feel really bad about myself. You're huge!"

“Don't feel bad. It's the way you were born and I think you're perfect just the way you are." Jackson assured his friend giving him a minor confidence boost.

Justin thought to himself for a few moments. He wanted to go all the way with Jackson but he wasn't sure how to ask if Jack felt the same. After a few more moments he decided, “He Jack… I know it's our first time and all… but I was wondering if you… want to take it farther tonight?" The wolf never felt more embarrassed in his life than when asking that.

“Of course!" Jack yelled in compliance, “I couldn't imagine doing it with anyone else."

“But… I also wanted to ask something else…" Justin clamped down hard on his teeth and gulped, “…would you mind if I topped first? I'm… a little scared a… about bottoming."

“Of course. I'll do whatever you're comfortable with." Jack kissed the wolf on the nose assuringly.

“Thanks…" the wolf made a boyish grin as his human friend slowly assumed the mating position. Justin could barely believe that this was going to happen. All the years of pawing off to the thought of taking Jackson's ass were finally abut to come true.

XHeHe HHe carefully lined himself up with Jackson's tender opening. He began to slowly pry at its opening. Jack winced in anticipation. He knew it would be painful, at least that's what every piece of porn he's ever seen has told him. It didn't take long for Justin to force the entirety of his canine tip into Jackson's warm back passage.

Justin was gentle, he didn't want to cause his friend any more pain than necessary. They both knew that gay sex has a certain amount of unpleasantness that needs to be gotten over before you can enjoy it. Justin pushed in his first five inches until his knot rested against his mate's rear. He was in and it felt great to him. He was as close as he could possibly be with his best friend since birth. The only other times that come close are when they were younger and curious about how the other had different parts, once Jackson decided to do a little exploring inside Justin's sheath, purely innocent to them at the time, something completely different now.

Justin waited for Jack's breathing to return to normal before he began to pull out. He slammed back in. Jack gasped in response, he clenched and his eyes went wide in response to the pain. Justin felt terrible for unintentionally hurting his friend, after making sure that he was not injured, and still wanted to go through with this, he began withdrawing and pushing back in again, being a lot more careful.

His speed continued to build with each thrust, which in turn loosened up Jackson's rear end, and slowly turned pain into pleasure. What began as subtle grunts and small thumping sounds, grew into a lewd array of moans and fur on skin slapping.

Justin could feel that he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. He wasn't sure what to do next, his instincts demanded that he knot the Bitch beneath him and clamp down on its shoulder, but his common sense and concern for his friend made him hold back.

“Can I knot?" he asked in broken English.

“Just fucking do it!" Jackson yelled in a fit of lust and moans.

Justin didn't need to be told twice. His thrusts slowed down, only so that he could get enough leverage to force his ball of beating flesh into his bitch's tight hole. With a lewd pop he finally succeeded and busted his nuts deep inside of his mate, thoroughly breeding him up the ass. Jackson was unprepared for the feeling of having a canine knot penetrate his hole, he screamed in pain as he shot his load all over Justin's shirt and compression shorts. It was the largest load he's ever had.

Jackson collapsed onto the semen covered clothes below him. He could feel the wolf seed sloshing around his insides as Justin maneuvered them, so that they could lay on their side while waiting for his knot to calm down.

The two of them practically jumped to the moon when they heard the bedroom door fly open, “I heard someone yelling is everything all… HOLLY SHIT!"

Jackson's father looked at his son and his son's best friend lying in bed, still connected by Justin's knot and leaking cum.