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There's always that little bit of nervousness when you've set up a good time for a hookup, and then are just waiting around for it to roll by... this feeling had been magnified this time by what would come. I mean - usually there's two or three wolves I invite over, to have them stand in the shower above me while I stretch my muzzle wide open and let my tongue hang out; or there's a few lady friends of mine who rather enjoy raising my tail and sliding up into me with any choice of strap-ons; or, of course, that nice uncut dad I met in the Wal-Mart bathroom that one time...

But - here I was today, squirming in my seat, half-aroused already even though the other guy hadn't arrived yet. There was no way I'd be able to focus on the game I'd been trying to play on my computer for the past twenty minutes or so. Sure, all those other things were still on the table - the filled-belly and warmth soaking into my fur, the raised tail and gasping moans and sore rump the following morning - but somewhat recently, I'd gotten into something... different, and after gossiping about it to a few select friends, I found myself today with an arranged hookup and like forty new pictures and five videos saved to my phone's camera.

So I'd gotten a little... excited earlier today, and could still feel the remnant effects of that. Same thing we'd be doing once this other guy arrived, and I already had the cloth-backed kit sitting out at the edge of my desk from this morning. A bit of an odd thing, that... somehow I'd ended up in a conversation about it with a friend of mine, and then next thing I knew we'd set up a deal where he buys it for me, and then a few days later it's sitting at my house, and I'm so excited and can't wait and... well. It either is your thing, or it isn't, I'd found. Some of my friends melted at the pictures, and others thought it was the weirdest thing they'd seen.

But - I guess that's what seeing a metal rod six-something inches inside a dick does, right? I gotta tell you, it feels damn nice when you do it right, and hell, just watching the way the rod sinks down past the lips of my cock, feeling the smooth, cool metal slide down...

...God. I could feel my pants getting tighter just thinking about it. Like I said before, there was still the lingering feeling of when I'd done it this morning, shortly after waking up - that kind of distant warmth way down, not necessarily uncomfortable, but still present... next thing I knew, the screen in front of me blinked red with obnoxious white text - _YOU ARE DEAD._So much for that. I'd finished playing a while back, anyway.

Just then, too, the doorbell rang, kicking my heart up into my throat for a few seconds; no matter how many times it happened, I still always got really nervous right before. That had only recently started to go away with my more common partners, but still... on my way down the hall, I made sure my shirt was straight, my fur was in order, made sure it wasn't _too_obvious that I had just been on the edge of getting distracted again.

This guy I'd organized to meet with today was a friend of a friend, a slim hyena boy who turned out to be into a lot of the same things as me. Sure, we don't really talk nearly as much as we should, but I _do_enjoy our conversations - and it was one those conversations that led us here. We'd shared pictures, and stories, and links to videos, and a few other things... so of course my mind wouldn't stay on track when I opened the door and saw him standing there, one paw in his pocket and other holding his phone at his side.

By "my mind wouldn't stay on track", I meant - I saw right through the tattered jeans and tight-fitting black shirt, to the charcoal-and-graphite fur that he'd shown me so many times before in pictures, videos, and those two times we cammed. Memories of his plump sack, of his hanging shaft above it - with enough overhang of his foreskin like myself to completely cover the head, and then some. I'd told him (in great detail) about how I wouldn't mind curling my tongue up under that skin, how I wouldn't mind feeling him pulse and twitch and throb between my lips as he stiffened up and as that skin then slid slowly back... you know, the usual.

He'd told me that he wouldn't mind that either.

Bright sunset-orange eyes glittered at me, and for a moment, neither of us said anything. Doing things like this was always a little bit awkward - but then, next thing I knew, he'd reached forward and drew me into a hug, my short muzzle pressing warmly into the short fur of his shoulder and neck. He smelled like - like... faint bite of cigarette smoke, sweet spice of cinnamon, something vaguely floral. Not really what I'd expected from a hyena, given my past experiences, but still. It was pleasant.

-And, then, firm fingers and blunted claws squeezed my rump under the base of my tail, through my pants. That's about what I'd expected.

"Hey, Luke," he said, pulling back from the hug. "Sorry it took me so long to get here. Something came up at home, and..."

"No problem, no problem. I've just been sitting around, playing a game, um..." His fingers lingered on my wrist for a little bit, just long enough to send a shiver rippling up along my arm and shoulder. Now, my pulse remained elevated from excitement and arousal on top of nervousness, and before I knew what I was doing, I'd wrapped my paw around _his_wrist and started pulling him back towards the hall. "Thinking. Good to see you, Ryff."

"Thinking, huh?" Hell - I could feel his bright, sharp-toothed grin behind me, without even having to look. That was another thing about hyenas. "I bet I can guess what about."

Good thing I was facing away from him, then, or else he would've been able to see my blush. As if it weren't already easy enough to tease me, now there was this whole sounding thing... one of those wolf friends I'd mentioned had latched onto it quite early, and had quickly developed a knack for getting me worked up about it. Ryff, this hyena here, had done the same - though with the added side-effect of working himself up, too. I can't tell you the number of times I'd gotten a message along the lines of god, I'd kill to feel a rod in me right now, which again, led us to where we were now.

The door to my bedroom creaked open at the bump from my shoulder, and then, I let go of his wrist. The hyena stepped forward beside me, looking around at the ceiling and the furniture, at the computer over by the desk with the wide monitor resting on top... and his short, bushy tail brushed against my leg.

"Gee, Lukas. This how you treat all of your first-time houseguests? Showin' them your bedroom?"

"Hey, you're different."

"Oh, yeah?"

I was about to retort with yeah, 'cause I wanna suck your dick, but most people I bring to my bedroom... well. Ryff's orange eyes fell on me again when I turned to him, and then, he raised his eyebrows.

Another swish of his brushy tail. "Is this the part where you push me to the bed and get over me? What was that you said about being a dominant bottom?"

"Come on. You know that's not the plan. But you could, uh..." I swallowed, and started over towards the desk. The familiar textured cover of the sounding kit under my fingerpads brought back that same excitement and distant arousal that always came. With my other paw, I unzipped it... and then looked over all of the different rods, some angled, some straight, each one gradually increasing in thickness. "You could take your clothes off."

"Halfway there, man."

When I next looked over, it turned out he wasn't lying. The hyena sat back on the edge of the bed, pants fly undone - looks like he didn't wear underwear today - and shirt half-pulled off, arms wriggling to finish the job. When he finally pulled it free, he gave me another one of his grins, and then licked his lips once he noticed the rod I'd picked out.

"Whoa. Is that-?"

It was one of the long, straight sounds, smooth shiny metal, not too thick - and with no size graduations along its length, either. It would be Ryff's first time doing this, so we'd have to be careful with it. Go slowly, take our time, listen to him...

"Yeah. Yeah, it-" The mattress creaked a little bit under our combined weight once I settled down next to him. He took the rod from my paws, then, while I worked at my own pants and slid them halfway down my legs, bringing into view my own slightly-hard cock. "It is. Hey, can you - can you hand me the lube, over there?"

"God..." he breathed, leaning over to grab it. He kept himself upright with his other paw, wrist pressing into the blankets, but then once he sat back up, he dug his fingertips into the fur of my lower belly. The contact and pressure was just enough to make me shiver again and lift my hips up. Next, he traced the pad of his thumb up along the underside of my cock and over my foreskin, right along that one spot that always made me stiffen up a little bit further... I ended up squeezing a little bit more lube onto my thumb than I'd intended, but that wasn't much of a problem. "You know how long I've been waiting to see you like this."

"What, with my pants around my legs? Haven't I shown you enough pictures and videos?" I held my other paw out. "Rod, please."

Ryff's tail thwapped gently against the covers beneath him. "Here. And - no, you haven't. Though I did like that video of Nubia railing you..."

"The one where she had me on my back?" Applying the lube to the metal was always fun. It was a good way to get into it and prepare for what was coming: just had to pinch your fingers, squeeze the thick, clear lube over your pads, and then slowly pull the rod between them, turning it side to side so that it's spread along the whole thing... and then you lift it up, see how the light catches on the little drips of lube and the metal itself, and... "Or where she had me on all fours?"

"Actually, I was thinking - I was thinking..." Ryff's voice faltered slightly once I started to push him down onto his back. Then, I could feel his paw on my lower back, right above the base of my rudder; and it was _his_turn to lift his hips up into the air, in response to me half-rolling his foreskin back. Warm, gentle musk wafted up and washed over my nose. "-that one where she had you pressed up against the wall."

Usually I had a bit of trouble finding the right angle to slide the rod in on myself, but here with my muzzle so close to Ryff's cock, one paw keeping it held up and his foreskin back while the other slowly dragged the length of the rod back and forth between the lips there.

"Whoa, that - that feels..."

"Good?" Then, I brought my fingers a little bit further up his length, squeezed his head to open the slit a little bit, angled the rod down towards it... "This might feel a bit weird. Let me know if it hurts, okay?"

He licked his lips. "Yeah. Lukas?"

"Yeah?" I looked up at his face again, and saw those orange eyes of his half-closed and mouth hanging lazily open. Shame he wore a black shirt today; that'd end up speckled white before too long. "You sure about this?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah. Just wanted to say - I trust you." He licked his lips. "And I'm excited. It's hard to stay soft."

"God. Tell me about it. But, that's the key - it'll make it... easier..." First bit of resistance, once I tilted the rod up a little bit further. Even with the lube, I held it as firmly between my fingers as I could while starting to slide it down into him, repeatedly glancing up to his muzzle to watch his face. Every time his mouth tightened or his body twitched, I brought it back out a little bit, turned it slightly, started to lower it back in.

Ryff swallowed, and shifted his position a little bit. "So you... so you just put it in? And that feels good?"

The tension and little bits of resistance and pain had apparently been enough to "It's more than that, but basically, yeah... it's always kind of rough starting out, but sometimes you get the angle _just_right, and..."

Then, I tilted his fully soft cock straight up with one paw, finger and thumb keeping his foreskin half-rolled back while my other made sure the lube-slickened rod remained straight up. But, then, a second later - I released it... and watched as it sank slowly, slowly further down into the hyena's length, the thickness of the metal showing a slight bulge along the underside of his cock the further it fell. Up above, a deep, pleasurable shiver racked the hyena's body, and his claws tightened on the blankets.

Following that whole-body shiver, a shuddering moan dribbled out between his lips. The metal rod slowed to a stop after a while, and remained in place with about half of its total length hidden in him. Once he could open his eyes again, his gaze focused on what of the rod remained out of him, a good few drops of lube gathered around it at the tip of his cock. He had hardened up a bit with the descent of the sound, and now, I drew my other paw up to roll his foreskin back up over his head, slick with the lube... and then scrunch it up against the rod, squeezing the thick liquid out and spreading it around.

Another little squirm, another little throb. Just as I hadn't yet tired of watching myself harden up as a rod slid deeper into me, it was damn nice to watch the same happen to this hyena - and then even more once I pulled it up a few inches and released it again, for it to slide back down. This time it did so a bit slower, and then even slower when I did again-

"Jeez..." As Ryff spoke, I lowered myself down to the floor in front of him, letting his cock with the sound still in it rest across his lower belly as I did so. Before I settled back down, though, he had taken it into his own hands and tugged the rod out, then pressed it back in... "So this is what you were talking about... I gotta admit, the - the first time I saw the videos kinda creeped me out, but... God..."

"Yeah. It kinda has that effect on people. But - now you can feel it, can't you?"

"Oh yeah. I definitely can." Now he worked at himself with both paws, one at the base of his length against what I assumed was the end of the rod, and the other continuing the motion that I'd left him with, rolling his slickened skin forward and back, forward and back. Each stroke shifted the rod a little bit, and every now and then he would roll a fingerpad along the side of it to turn it to the side, or lift it up, or do something else.

Of course, just watching him brought back the want to feel it again in myself, and next thing I knew, I'd popped the cap of the lube again and started to squeeze a glob out onto my thumb, to replicate the preparations I'd done for Ryff in front of me. The hyena didn't even notice at first, what with his eyes closed and head leaned back, but before long he felt my movements and wriggling and looked down - to see me half-kneeling in front of him, one paw braced against his knee and the other on my own cock.

We locked eyes, and I licked my lips and swallowed. "Hey, could you, ah... sit up a little bit?"

If anything, he was good at following directions. Without a word of complaint or another little jab, he did as told, and then let his arms slide back down to his sides in response to me again taking his now fully-hard length between a finger and thumb. The further forward I angled that length, the straighter he sat, until I could feel his warm, slightly-unsteady puffs of breath washing down over my whiskers and the fur of my muzzle. It felt as though our noses would bump, were I to look up.

When he next spoke, his words came out only half-voiced, and showed the depth of his arousal and interest: "What're you doing here, Luke?" ...and then those words faded on his lips, once I angled the other end of the rod towards the tip of my own cock, foreskin similarly pulled back and slightly tightened with my growing arousal.

Our eyes met again, and - I was right about being close enough to bump noses. Puff of breath, again, again, out over my muzzle; orange eyes, still half-lidded, looking over my face; the scent of lube and my familiar musk on top of his spicier aroma, one that I definitely wanted to shove my nose up into once we were done here. The angle made it slightly awkward, though, and before long I had to look back down to focus on what I was doing, but when... when I started to lurch my hips forward, when I started to slide my cock onto the rod protruding out of the end of his shaft, held in place with my paw around him... after a few seconds, the hyena settled back a big, but kept his hips raised for me.

I could feel both of our little twitches and throbs not only along our cocks, but also in the solid metal rod that now gradually pressed its way into me as a result of my actions, slow and careful. There was that slick sensation of the rod's width stretching me just enough as it slid in, something I'd felt more than a few times before but still brought the same shivering excitement as if it were entirely new.

And in a way, this was new. I'd only dropped a sound down into myself, watched it sink down like it had for Ryff just earlier, blown a couple loads around it, most of the time with enough force to shoot it right out; never had I slid my own cock forward onto the rod while it stayed in place, and never had I done so with the other half of its length in someone else.

A little flash of slight pain, signalling for me to slow down, move back a bit, adjust the angle. Ryff had moved his paw up to my hip, while I'd rested one on his shoulder; the other held both of our shafts as well as the rod between us, palm and fingerpads quickly slickened with the lube that dripped out of both of us and clung to the metal of the sound.

Moving that paw forward rolled my foreskin forward and his back, and sliding it in the other direction did exactly the opposite. Doing this in a slow, steady rhythm as I continued to press forward onto the sound, feeling it slide deeper in and push against the inside of my length as it went. This one wasn't as long as I was used to playing with, and this on top of half of it already being inside Ryff meant that it didn't take long to take it all - and when I did, the first thing that really let me know was the feeling of warm, wet flesh and supple skin against my own.

"-Ooh..." The hyena shifted again, grinding his cock head against mine with the rod hidden between us - which in turn pushed me back a little bit. "That's a new feeling..."

"Yeah," I managed, and adjusted my paw to stroke both of us in rhythm. My foreskin forward, his back; his forward, mine back; our lube- and pre-slickened overhang touching and rolling over one another, rubbing and sliding. Every time he tensed up and throbbed, I could feel it as a little twitch and pull on the rod, some five inches inside me past the end of my own cock. "God - dammit, I just got hard and I'm already kind of close..."

"C'mon, Lukas, we both knew all of this had that effect on you..." Ryff's breath caught in his throat, and his claws briefly dug into my skin through my fur. "Ah - wait, not so fast, that - hurt a little bit... yeah, yeah, that's better... that's..."

...and another shiver, one that was echoed in myself. I'd never really been good at pacing myself, and it was even tougher now with this hyena in front of me, twitching and squirming and panting with my stroking, the stiff rod between us keeping us angled straight towards each other. If only I'd thought to reach over and swipe my camera off the other corner of the desk, where I'd rested it after taking more videos yesterday and this morning... but even if I had, I doubt either of us would be able to maintain a steady enough arm to record this.

It did look damn good, though, watching my paw slide forward along my length and back on his at the same time, seeing the slightly-pinker flesh of each of our heads first revealed, glistening with slick lube, and then hidden beneath similarly-slick skin, back and forth and back and forth. With my eyes focused down between us, I could only barely see at the corner of my vision Ryff's shivering and squirming and the movement, his chest rising and falling, how his arms tensed up whenever he dug his claws into the blankets.

"Lukas, it's like - it's like I can feel it-"

For a moment, it was hard to speak. When I'd said it felt like I was getting close... "Yeah? Feel what?"

"Like - ah-"

Ryff never finished his sentence. Instead, his whole body tensed up, he sucked in a long, low breath, and bucked forward - and then held there for what seemed like several seconds, that breath then squeezing its way out of his throat in a shuddering moan that then rose in pitch and urgency. Then, finally, another buck, and I too could feel his orgasm, in an unexpected force pushing out against the rod and shoving it a little deeper into myself, soon followed by a couple spurts of hot, milky cum, shooting out along the metal itself and dripping down along my fingers, along the underside of my cock, further slickening my head and foreskin along with the lube that was already there.

The hyena lay back, panting openly with one paw resting at the base of his shaft. Since I could feel my legs shake with the weird angle, I decided to take it fully upon myself, and - and swiftly but carefully moved back, sliding the sound out of Ryff's length while keeping it in my own. The hyena's load dripped both out of him as well as down the other end of the rod at this, and I ran a finger up to wipe it off and spread it around.

Sweet, shivering excitement; the hot pressure of arousal and desire and urgency; the growing need to reach climax... yet again I felt Ryff's breath against the side of my muzzle, but this time it was because I'd reached my arm out and braced a paw on his shoulder for balance while pawing myself off, fast and hard with the rod still in. I could feel it resisting the slight side-to-side movements, could feel the slow sliding out and then back in with the tilt of my body and shaft, and most of all I could feel the intense heat of my own approaching peak... I knew what it was he'd gone through, with that drawn-out climax and delayed spurts.

It was a damn good feeling when it happened again. Just like him, I couldn't help but gasp and then moan, couldn't help but let my mouth hang open and my whole body shudder and twitch. Cumming with a rod in stretches out that bright, pleasurable pressure right between when you know you've hit your peak and when you actually cum - like edging drawn out to an extreme. This time, I actually wasn't sure for a moment if I would cum... and then it happened, hot and fast and hard, with enough force behind it to squeeze the rod up, up, up, and then pop it entirely out of my cock, the last of my spurts dribbling down along the underside of my length.

The sound thumped softly against the carpeted floor, and I would have done the same as well had I not moved to the side and instead fallen facefirst onto the bed, breath coming and going in low, heavy panting. Just like every other time I'd finished with a rod in, the most noticeably aftereffect was that lingering, tingling warmth I'd mentioned before, deep down.

Also, I'd forgotten that I never fully took off my pants, and only realized it after I struggled with pulling my legs up. Ryff offered a pair of somewhat shaky paws to help me out, and next thing I knew, we were both lying side-by side naked from the waist down, lube and cum dripping down our shafts.

The hyena coughed into his paw, licked his lips, swallowed. "That's not all you wanted from me, is it?"

Unsurprisingly, it took me a bit to find the composure to reply. "Gimme some time. That was - stronger than I expected."

"Hell yeah, it was. Might have to get a kit of my own, I think..." He sat up, and rested his paw on my chest with his claws digging gently through the fabric of my shirt. "And, hurry it up - I can go get the shower started, if you'd like?"

"Yeah..." I forced myself to sit up beside him, since I knew if I didn't grab the rod from off the floor now, I'd just forget and would never get around to it. "That sounds good."

"You know, I drank a lot of water before coming over today..."

...ears perked, little electric throb through my still-mostly-hard shaft. That was another thing about hyenas: they seemed to always know just how to push your buttons.