Suite Scent
Figured I'd make something with a lucky wolf worshiping Joseph's big blue butt. Enjoy!
Kyle Walsh had shaken off most of the nerves by the time he pulled into the hotel parking lot. The young wolf had been wanting to try assplay for a while, and at this point he was warmed up enough to do a session with nothing but butt. The first person he rimmed was a slightly chubby raccoon, who laid on his belly while Kyle licked clumsily and eagerly at his tight pucker. The second was a deer, who let Kyle practice on him for what seemed like hours before finishing the evening by sitting atop his face (something that Kyle thought would be a lot more nerve-wracking than it really was). Now, it was number three, and from the brief conversation Kyle had with him he seemed to be a bit more intense than the other two.
Still, it was nothing he couldn't handle; Kyle certainly wouldn't call himself a slut, but he had hooked up with enough people in general that the pre-game butterflies weren't quite so frequent and intense. Besides, sitting there in the hotel lobby, Kyle felt a little more at ease. Lobbies were always rather soothing to him, especially a nice place like this; the floors were opal-white, the couches were upholstered with a soothing blue velvet, and there was gentle piano music playing in the background (Debussy, if he remembered his high school music class correctly). The grey-furred wolf inhaled for three beats, then exhaled for three beats; just to push any remaining tension out of his body.
It was then that the elevator door opposite Kyle opened with a delicate bing!, letting those inside step out. A slim lioness in a black pantsuit exited, talking on the phone in some language Kyle didn't recognize; a middle-aged human looked at the floor as he walked, wheels of his black roller suitcase clicking against the tiles; a weary Ninetales pulled a complaining young Vulpix along, manicured hand wrapped firmly around her daughter's skinny wrist; and, finally, Joseph Bachmann stepped out.
The ad had listed Joseph's height-six foot eleven-but it had never been impressed upon Kyle exactly how tall that was until he saw the Lucario in the flesh. Christ, he was huge! Kyle was never exactly the tallest guy around, but it was still humbling to only be around chest-height with somebody.
As Joseph approached the wolf, another aspect of the Lucario was impressed upon Kyle. Joseph was built-the navy blue suit he wore did little to hide his perfectly shaped musclegut body, biceps tire-thick and belly firm and round. Kyle didn't even have to look behind the Lucario to know that he had an absolutely massive ass, too. The wolf swallowed, licking his lips out of some fear that they were chapped.
"H-hey!" he said, greeting the mountain of a Lucario that stood before him. "I'm, uh, Kyle. We talked over-" Kyle cringed as he heard his voice crack, clearing his throat sheepishly. "We talked over e-mail?" Fuckfuckfuckfuck quit fucking this up, his interior monologue hissed at him, only to mentally facepalm as he stuck his hand out with an almost apologetic grin. Joseph, to Kyle's relief, did not immediately roll his eyes and walk right back to the elevator; instead, he took Kyle's hand with a grip that made the wolf's eyes pop and shook once-twice-thrice, before returning his hand to his side.
Speaking of that hand, Kyle couldn't help but notice a golden band around Joseph's ring finger. Apparently, the big Lucario noticed him looking. "Don't worry," he said. "My husband knows all about this. He doesn't mind." Joseph's voice was deep as a quarry, and possessed a rich, velvety rumble. His German accent was mild, manifesting mostly as a slight "v" sound on his "w"s.
Kyle nodded. "OK. So, are we going to...?" He let his sentence trail off, but Joseph understood precisely what he meant. "Of course." The Lucario gestured his head towards the elevator, a slight smirk playing across his lips.
"Follow."
Kyle sat on the edge of the bed, shifting his weight nervously on the mattress. It was big and soft enough that even the cream-colored comforter covering the bed felt positively cloudlike-he was tempted to lay back with a fwump, sinking his body into the relaxing fabric. But he wasn't about to do that-he was waiting for Joseph, after all.
After a moment, the Lucario stepped out of the bathroom, having freshened up a bit for the evening's fun. He wore nothing but a pair of tight black briefs, wrapped tightly around his hefty package and his thick, hairy blue thighs. He looked at Kyle with that metallic, authoritative glint in his eye; the wolf took a deep breath in.
"Well?" Joseph asked. "On your knees. Behind me."
Kyle didn't need to be told twice, especially when Joseph was using that clipped, commanding tone. The wolf stood up off of the bed, moved behind the colossal Lucario, and lowered himself to his knees, finding himself staring right at the masculine Pokemon's ass.
Some men, especially men as in-shape and dominant as Joseph, didn't have much ass to speak of. There was enough there to work with, sometimes, but other times they were disappointingly flat. It wasn't that they were disappointing-a lot can be forgiven with a big enough cock, after all-but Kyle sometimes found himself unsatisfied when a top didn't have a good ass to eat.
To put it mildly, this was not an issue with Joseph. The musclegutted Lucario had a big, juicy, jiggly monster of a bubble butt on him, the shape and contour of it only barely contained by those black briefs he wore. The wolf could see parts of those luscious blue cheeks through the leg holes of the underwear, and from just that he was in love-lightly sweaty and bristling with ass hair. Kyle was about to lower the Lucario's briefs on his own before he got the command from Joseph.
"Peel them down."
The wolf's hands shot up to Joseph's waistband, pulling it away from the small of his back and pulling down, letting the fabric roll down the Lucario's ass. His breathing got shallower and hungrier with each inch of bare ass that was exposed to him, Joseph's rear freed from the confines of its prison. Kyle's tongue almost lolled out of his mouth as he pulled those briefs down Joseph's legs, tossing them aside.
Joseph looked over his shoulder, the confident, dominant Lucario watching Kyle practically salivate over his bountiful butt, before nodding. "Kiss it," he ordered.
Kyle wrapped his arms around Joseph's hips, hugging the Lucario's waist as he shoved his face forward and nestled it against the left cheek. It was firm yet yielding, soft yet bristly, toned yet perfectly plump. The leathery, enticing scent of masculinity filled Kyle's nostrils, and he gave a groan as he puckered his lips, pressing against Joseph's ass and giving a wet, loving kiss. SMMMMMRTCH!
"Again," Joseph said, and Kyle obeyed. On the right cheek, this time-the wolf pressed his lips against that big hairy globe of ass and kissed it. He moaned like a depraved ass-whore as he gave it some tongue, frenching that ass with the passion of a Parisian lover. He switched sides again; this time, his wet kiss transitioned smoothly into long, lewd licks up and down that sweaty ass cheek.
Joseph gave a deep, rolling chuckle as the wolf continued to slobber away at his perfect rump. "And I thought you were new at this," he said, a teasing grin across his face. "Maybe you're just a natural-born asspig, hmmm?" He reached his hands back, sinking his fingers into his big doughy cheeks and spreading them. "Hole," he said, simply.
Kyle sat, wide-eyed and eager, staring at that tight, pulsing asshole, pink flesh surrounded by blue fur and wiry black hairs. Snapped to attention by Joseph impatiently clicking his fingers, the wolf dove right in, planting his lips around that pucker and making long, lewd, eager suckling noises.
Joseph chuckled again, the Lucario relishing the dominion he held over the submissive wolf. He had this effect on a lot of people who worshiped him; perhaps it was just part of his general aura of power, or perhaps they simply fell in love with his beautifully shapely rear. Whatever it was, it felt good to have a sub make out with his asshole as though he was about to marry it. Speaking of...
"Get your tongue in there."
Kyle, who had just came up for a gulp of air outside of that salty, leathery ass crack, had never quite gotten this far before. He had rimmed people before, and kissed their asses like this, but to shove his tongue up someone's hole? It made him feel a filthy electric jolt. Wordlessly, he dove back in, planting his lips in place and getting to work with his tongue.
First, he licked around the edge of that wrinkled pucker, dragging the tip of his tongue along it, letting that musky flavor fully sink into his tongue. Then, he probed the center of the hole, lightly, to tease a little bit. Slowly, he worked his tongue up, pulling it out for a couple of eager laps to that rim before getting back to pushing it in. Joseph was a lot tighter than he expected, which meant that it took a couple of tries...almost...there!
Joseph gave a low groan as he felt the warm, wet tongue of the wolf push into his hole, keeping those cheeks spread as Kyle kept going. Kyle made a couple of faces, unused as he was to the slimy inner walls of Joseph's colon, but he certainly wasn't going to stop now. He hugged his arms tight around Joseph's waist, breathing through his nose as best he could, the sharp manly taste on his tongue making his taste buds tingle and burn.
Joseph's dick wasn't that hard-he was at a certain age where it took a lot to get him fully ready-but Kyle was as hard as hell. The wolf's cock pulsed in his underwear, straining against the fabric, Kyle groaning as he jerked his hips a little in order to get a little bit of pleasure. He wouldn't dream of letting go...
...although he might need a bit of air. With a couple of tugs, Kyle moved his head back, freeing his tongue from the tight vise-like grip of Joseph's hole, gasping and breathing as deep as he could. His face was matted with the Lucario's crack sweat, the salty bitter taste of it spread across his tongue and imprinted onto his face. Still, Joseph didn't move, keeping that big ass spread, showing off his pucker.
As Kyle moved his face back into that ass crack, he thought he heard Joseph say something. The gelatinous heft of the Lucario's cheeks muffled it somewhat, but it sounded like "and just for that..." Kyle didn't quite know what that was referring to-at least, not until Joseph farted in his face.
In the dark depths of the Lucario's crack, Kyle could barely see the outline of that asshole, pulsing and twitching before blossoming open. He could hear a low, subtle hiss, like a distant radiator, and he could feel a sudden rush of air blow across his face. It wasn't until the smell and the taste hit him a couple of seconds later that he was hit with the full gravity of the situation.
In those few seconds, a lot happened at once. First, Kyle's nose was bombarded with the hot, bitter scent of digested meats, eye-watering spice, and the earthy depths of the Lucario's bowels. Then, his tongue practically caught fire, the taste of the Lucario's fart singing his taste buds. The wolf pulled his face out of the Lucario's ass, making a noise that sounded a little like "FGAAAAAUUUUGH!", hands going up towards his face as though he was pepper sprayed.
And Kyle's cock twitched, waves of pleasure coursing through his body, spurting a load of sticky jism into his briefs
Kyle lay on his back on the hotel floor, panting, eyes watering, tongue lolling out, Joseph smirking down at him.
"I'd say that's an alright start, wouldn't you?"