The Personals
It was going to be a lazy night in for Rory. All of his friends were either out of town or spending some "alone time" with their mates, and the lonely coyote was going stir crazy. He wanted to spend the night on the town, getting wasted and looking for a sexy husky to mount, but there was just one problem: he was broke. He decided to do what any bored guy would do in the 21st century, he surfed the internet.
It took only one hour for porn to become boring and his various social networking sites to lose their glamour. Sighing to himself, he poured a glass of the strongest whiskey he had in his house. He knew there was only one more thing left that could possibly stem his boredom. It was the last thing that any living thing with self respect would ever do, but he couldn't shake this feeling, and he was getting wound up. He decided to fill out a personal ad online.
Taking a big gulp of his liquid courage, he started typing.
Lonely coyote seeks willing husky. I'm a pretty buff guy, but I'm no muscle hound. I'm about six feet tall. My knot is about six inches when limp. I'm looking for a cute husky boy that wants to have a little fun with me tonight. This is a one night only kind of deal and the ad will go down at ten o'clock tonight. E-mail me if you're interested.
He spent his time tidying up the house and checking his E-mail every few minutes. Two hours before the ad was scheduled for deletion, Rory finally got a response. It was from a fit husky named Tom. His E-mail said he was staying in a hotel nearby and was in the same financial situation as Rory. The coyote's tail almost started wagging in excitement. He gave Tom his address and patiently awaited his arrival.
Rory almost jumped when he heard a rapping at his front door. He ran to the closest mirror and did a quick check-up before answering. When he opened the door, he saw Tom standing before him. The picture he sent Rory didn't do the husky justice.
Tom stood at an average height. His tail was long, though it curled upwards. He had one blue eye and one hazel eye. He seemed one part playful, one part shy, and all sexy. He definitely had Rory drooling.
"Hey," greeted Tom, "are you ready to play?"
All Rory could do was nod and step to the side. When Tom passed him to get inside, all the coyote could think about was getting some of that husky tail. He closed the door behind him and led his new playmate to the bedroom. Indeed, it looked like his night was turning out all right after all.
As soon as they got into Rory's room, the husky spun him around and pinned his back to his door. He tilted up the coyote's head and planted a firm kiss on his muzzle. The force and the sensuality of the lip-lock caused Rory's eyes to close. When they opened, they stared back into Tom's fierce eyes. Something told the coyote that this night wasn't going to happen as planned.
"About the ad..." Rory tried to explain as Tom unbuttoned his shirt.
"You don't have to be shy about it," Tom said as he threw his shirt across the room, "it was the first time I ever went to that site, too. Lucky us, huh?"
The husky yanked off Rory's shirt and they continued their heated make-out session. Rory decided to just go with it. He wasn't a closed-minded guy, and he'd never tried bottoming before. He thought he might enjoy it. After all, he's slipped a finger or two in there during masturbation, how would this be any different?
Tom wrapped his firm arms around Rory and started rubbing his paws up and down his back. They broke their kiss to get some air, and Rory started to unclasp his pants. Getting the signal, Tom mimicked his movements. The now naked canines moved to the bed, Tom sat on the edge as Rory slowly kneeled before him.
The coyote started by softly rubbing his paws against Tom's sheath. The husky's member started to slowly creep out of its hiding place. Seeing the barest amount sliding into the cool air of the room, Rory stuck his muzzle in between Tom's legs. He lapped at Tom's crotch, goading his knot to come out and play. Finally, the husky knot popped fully out of its sheath. A grin spread across Tom's face as he peeked at Rory's behind; the coyote's tail was starting to wag.
"Are you liking this as much as I am?" The husky grunted to his (now blushing) playmate. Rory nodded.
He grabbed Tom's knot and slowly started to stroke it. Tom quietly whimpered at the touch. Rory's movements steadily increased as Tom's cock throbbed. The husky looked at him, telling him that it was time. Rory quickly stopped and got on his hands and knees, preparing his tail-hole for treatment.
Without warning, Tom slowly eased his knot inside Rory's tail-hole, causing them both to moan out. It hurt at first for poor Rory, but the more stretched out his hole got, the better it felt. It was in no time that he started murring. He started moving with Tom as the husky pumped his member inside of him. Taking this as a sign, Tom began to thrust harder.
Pressure was building up inside of the coyote. His knot never went through this much neglect during sex. Maneuvering so he only needed one hand to steady himself, he started to paw off as the husky continued to ram him.
Tom leaned down to nip at Rory's neck. This sensation alone almost made the coyote orgasm, but he kept at it. Sensing the end of their fun, the husky gave all he had left in the last few thrusts. They both screamed out, their cum spilling out onto the carpet. Rory almost fell into their newly made mess, but Tom was still strong enough to catch him.
The husky laid the passed-out coyote on his bed. He found the bathroom and cleaned himself up a bit before getting dressed. He left a note on Rory's bed-side table and headed back to his hotel room. The next morning, Rory groggily woke up to find an empty room with a pool of semen.
After cleaning up the mess, he found the husky's note. When he opened it, he smiled. Scrawled on the paper was Tom's hotel room and how long he would be staying there. Rory would be sure to visit for all his bottoming needs.