Wet Wolf
#2 of Wet Wolf
The wolf was nervous. You could tell this by the way he was now bent over a sink in the change room and was breathing deeply. If you had good hearing you would have also hear him whispering to himself "You're going to be fine, you're going to do just fine" over and over again like a mantra. He hadn't vomited since he hadn't had anything to eat in hours. He had been dry heaving a little.
He looked up into the mirror and saw his own brown eyes looking back at him. Silver fur coated his face with a dark stripe from between his eyes and back into his head fur giving his look some difference from the dime a dozen wolves that filled the world. He also had darker grey fur on his hands, something he attributed to the silver fox his grandmother had married. His chest was silvery grey with a few wisps of darker fur appearing and getting denser as it leads into a tight black Speedo.
The Speedo showed off what he hoped was an alright sized bulge, nothing special but it garnered no complaint. His rear, he immodestly knew, was quite nice in the Speedo. It was kind of large for his other wise average build but it was round and just the right amount of tightness. It was an ass many girls and guys checked out when he went past and just went "Damn" to.
It wasn't his looks he was getting worked up about. He didn't suffer the trendy body image problem so many other guys and girls did. No he was worried about his performance. He knew he wasn't a bad swimmer; he was quite good in fact. He kept his fur neatly trimmed so it's didn't drag him too much, even if it meant he felt too cold in winter. The problem was he was going up against an otter. A previous Olympic level swimmer otter infact.
The facts are these. He had just moved across country and had finally settled in enough to get his life back into order. He had looked around and found a distinct lack of swimming clubs in his area and applied to them all. All but one of them turned him down and this club stuck it's numbers strictly to six. The only way in was through dead mans shoes, or bathers as it were. They also couldn't turn down an applicant no matter what.
The door to the chlorine smelling change room banged open which sent a draft of the cold air outside across the wolfs back. In the mirror he saw the vice captain of the swim group who he knew as Chad. He was tall with a broad chest and sleek powerful muscles. The wolf had seen him swim when he had handed in his application and was very glad he wasn't competing against him. His eyes lingered at the reflection of the almost obscenely bulging red swimsuit before he turned and looked at his face.
"Hey Luke" The otter said in a strangely ill-suited voice for his body. It was just a little too small for such an intimidating figure, but was kind of cute. "Feeling ready to beat a champ?" He continued and flashed the wolf a grin before reaching back and flicking the lock on the door closed.
"I... don't know." The wolf replied honestly as his eyes alternated between the otter who was now advancing towards him and the locked door.
"Mmmm... I'll admit to sneaking in and watching you yesterday. You've probably got what it takes. Definitely the closest a non otter will come" The otter moved forward slowly and leisurely, letting the wolf take in how his form moved. Actually moved is the wrong word, he flowed gracefully like a burbling brook and then transformed into a raging waterfall in the pool. His hand rested on the wolf's chest and, almost as though it was an accident, started to toy with his nipple. "But... What would you do for a guarantee?"
The wolf shivered as his sensitive nipple was rolled in soft fingers, the constant moisture from swimming better than any moisturising routine in the world. He tried to answer but found his voice was just a crackled stutter of syllables so he just nodded hoping his message would get across. As his muzzle bobbed up and down he couldn't help but notice the otters bulging swim suit was now even more full.
"I want two things and then I'll give you something that will give you that little bit of an edge against Roy" The otter continued as he let his hand slip down. It trailed through the wolfs soft short fur and followed the treasure trail to the wolfs also now strained basket. The otter moved his muzzle into the wolf's neck and gave a soft bite before he continued. "Right now you are going to suck my cock. You are going to use that canine muzzle like the dog you are and drink up every last drop of my spunk. But you want that just as much as I do don't you?"
"I.. I'm not..." The wolf started to deny the accusation. To deny that he hadn't thought about either fucking the otter breathless or being fucked sensless by him. The stains on his sheets at home made testimony against that, as did the erection that was growing in his bathers.
"Oh but you are pup" The otter said with a grin, loving how the wolf winced at the baby name. His hands slid down his smooth toned stomach to his bulging swimwear and put his hand underneath it, display the large package clearly to the wolf. The otter wore his bather to impress, or had adjusted himself outside before coming in. A long thick tube could be seen clearly ontop of two large orbs through the stretchy material. A slight damp patch was forming right at the end of the tube and some bulges about a inch further up let the wolf know exactly what he was looking at.
"Look at that, I just move my hands and you stare at it like a starving thing" the otter continued, his voice lowering to calm the now heavily breathing wolf. He knew exactly what to do, he'd done this before but the thrill of doing it again, doing it to someone so hot this time, was thrilling. He didn't know if his growing erection was from the wolf's looks or the power he had over him. His hands tugged down his speedo's slowly until he revealed the thick base of his otterhood.
"I.. Shouldn't" The wolf murmured, his eyes locked on that single centimetre of otter cock. His mouth felt dry but was actually salivating at the idea of being able to wrap around that thick cock that was still obscured by the now overly stretched red fabric.
"But you will. Now, touch it" The otter replied, his voice barely a whisper, and reached forward and gently took the wolfs wrist and guided it towards his groin. He shivered as fumbling but eager fingers stroked the sleek material and excited the flesh hidden within. His cock pulsed and arced up off his balls into the wolfs hand. The wolf gasped at the movement and his hand automaticly clenched around the length. It was odd and yet hotter than hell, he'd never felt someone up through a swim suit before. The material was sleeker than he imagined the otters flesh would be but was no less hot or firm. He squeezed and stroked it as the otter moaned in pleasure and moved forward.
"Ohh thats it" Chad said and then pulled the wolfs hand away and pressed his body against the wolf's. His arms wrapped around him tightly and his hands slipped down inside the black speedo and clutched the wolf's tight ass. He did this for two reasons, the first was the wolf had a wonderful ass, tight from swimming yet soft enough to be squeezed and manipulated and would feel so good against him as he pounded into him. Secondly it meant he could now drag the wolf against him and grind.
The wolf's senses could now only percieve otter. Sight? Otter fur. Smell? Otter arrousal and pre. Hearing? The soft gasps and grunts of the otters voice. Taste? He could imagine what the otter would taste like. Touch... otter, just pure otter everywhere. Hands on his ass, squeezing and kneeding him like his butt was dough, a cock pressing against his own, hot, throbbing, and dwarfing him easily, and teeth nibbling along his neck. How on earth did an otter know how to dominate a wolf like that?
"Fifteen minutes until you need to be out there in the pool. Get down on your knees" The otter commanded. His voice was firmer now that he had the wolf hooked, it was time to reel him in and involve the line and the sinker somewhere in this sexual fishing metaphor. His hands moved up to the wolf's shoulder and guided him down with a small ammount of strength. He didn't have to force the wolf physically, he had already won over his mind. It was now time for the grand reveal, no more teasing glances or presenting himself through the red material. It was almost anti climatic the way he tugged down his swimmers in one long fluid movement, letting them go once they have passed his knee's obeyed gravity and fell to the floor.
What was not anti-climatic is the otters cock. It's thick. It's long. It's juicy. If a god had taken mortal form and had seen him in the change room he would have felt inadequate, not because of the size but because of the way all the factors worked together to make it perfect. It was seven inches long, thick enough at the base that normal sized fingers would strain to touch finger tips while at the tip they would touch comfortably. The head was larger than the shaft, thick and moist from the pre that had spread over while they had been grinding.
The wolf glanced between the otters cock and his face, a thick engorged cock that just bobbed in the air in front of his muzzle, now that he was on his knees, or a grinning handsome otter face. He was aware, on some level, on the chill in his knee's, the way his hands shook as they raised up and wrapped around the thick otter meat and stroked it back and forth. To his surprise he found the otter was uncut and as he stroked down a thick fold of skin obscured the head and then reveled it again, his own personal peep show.
"Thirteen minutes. Get it in your muzzle bitch" The otter growled and thrust his hips forward, wanting to move on beyond the wolf exploring his cock. Oh yes it was a turn on to have this toned wolf all but paying tribute to his cock but he wanted those pretty lips and that, hopefully, talented tongue working across his length. He thrust forward again, harder this time, through the wolf's firm grip until his exposed head mashed against the wolf's lips, smearing his preseed across them with a perverse glee.
The wolf's ears flattened as the magnificent cock he had his paws wrapped around thrust forward and mashed against his lips. He paused, unwilling to completely submit, and the otter thrusted again and again, more and more of his salty pre coating his lips.
"Twelve minutes, get to sucking if you want that information" The otter said in an almost mocking tone. The wolf didn't hesitate now. He wanted, no he needed, to be on this swim team and if this was the price to get in, well...
He opened his muzzle and moved forward to take the tip into his muzzle. The taste of the otters salty pre coated his tongue and throat while a moan from the otter filled his ears. The pre was warm, salty but not all that unpleasent, in fact compared to other guys it was quite pleasant. His tongue worked over the head from the underside to the top and through the leaking slit, each movement eliciting a gasp, moan or a sigh from Chad. The otter moved his paws down to rest on the wolfs left shoulder and his head, stroking through the fur and guiding him to take more of his now aching shaft.
The wolf felt the otters hand pressing him down and the slim yet powerful hips pressing forward but didn't resist as he was slowly forced to take inch after inch of thickening otter rod. His lips tightened and he sucked softly as he came down to the last inch and burried his nose into the otters pubic fur. Chad gasped out deeply as the head of his cock slid back into the wolf's throat, loving how the wolf was deepthroating him so well. Most of his previous lover, or conquests as he thought of them when he was in this mood, had been rubbish with their muzzles The wolf stayed there for as long as he could, swollowing and fighting off gagging as his tongue brushed along the underside of the cock. Finally he couldn't take any more and his eyes were tearing up so he pulled back and gasped for air, the thick prong pulsing a spurt of seed across the top of his muzzle.
"Ten minutes. You've got my balls boiling nicely now, get back on it" Growled the tensed up otter. He hadn't expected the wolf to be so fucking good! He grabbed his head and pulled the still spluttering wolf's muzzle back onto his cock. He wasn't going to let the wolf take charge this time and started to fuck that tight muzzle. He moaned as he lunged back and forth, fucking his muzzle like he wanted to pound that ass. All seven inches slid back and forth from the whining wolf's muzzlewhile his balls slapped against his chin and his hands clutched the wolfs short hair.
"Oh fuck yeah bitch... you're loving this aren't you?" He growled out, his voice no longer as controlled as before as lust ran through him. The wolf nodded as best he could as thick inches of otter cock rammed in and out of his muzzle again and again. The scent entering his nose was incredible, sweet and musky and just intensely, overpoweringly male, unlike any other male he had been with before. He raised his paws up to grab the otters ass as he needed something to hold on to. He found the otters ass was tight, hot, muscular, just like he had imagined. A growl grows in the wolf's throat as he tries to take control again and begins to thrust back and forth along with the otter.
The two atheletes compete for dominance, their scents growing and filling the small change room. The otter thrust his cock like a steam piston while the wolf moved to try and keep control. Luke grunted and ran his tongue along the underside, where the head meets the shaft, knowing just how sensitive that spot is on him and hoping it is the same for the otter. The cock in his muzzle pulsed and stretched out his already wide muzzle in response to Luke's flexing tongue.
"That's it... that's it.. Ahhhhh daaaaaamn" Chad cried out as he felt his balls pull up. His cock tensed inside that wonderful muzzle, the head firming up almost painfully and then unleashed. Thick wads of cum spurted down Luke's throat, the warmth spreading as it passed and at once arousing and startling the wolf. The wolf pulled back to the tip and stroked the thick base with his paw, catching the otters spunk on his tongue and draining every last shot out of it. The orgasm only lasted, at most, five seconds but to the otter and the wolf it seemed to last for minutes.
The otter finally gave a sigh and pulled his hips back his cock already unstiffening but not shrinking in the slightest, obviously a shower and not a grower. He looked down and smiled widely as he saw the wolf quickly standing and heading towards the sink. A large bulge, almost obsene, distorted the shape of his Speedo's straight forward, a very wet patch evident in the swimmers.
"Swallow it" The otters voice took the wolf by surprised who had just been about to spit out the load in his mouth.
"I don't care if you never swallow. I'm clean and you are my bitch now." The otter advanced and grabbed the wolf by his strained crotch and gave the contents a quick squeeze "And I'll give you a treat". Talented fingers slipped into the tight black fabric and wrapped around a slender six inch length and gave a few strokes "Swallow".
The wolf hesistated, even with the paw working his shaft he never swallowed a guys cum before. He barely ever even let guys shoot in his mouth. But the hand working his cock was so nice. He looked at the otter and just found a steel like stare. Either he swollowed or that paw would leave him hanging. He gulped and swollowed... it really wasn't too bad.
"Good wolf" The otter said and slipped behind the wolf, pressing his thick flacid cock up against the wolfs black speedo clad ass and started to stroke the cock in his paw quicker. Faster and faster he stroked, far faster than the wolf was used to but different waves of pleasure washed over him, the urgency, intensity and just pure rawness of the experience making him gasp and scrape his claws against the cold floor tiles.
"Thats it, five minutes left." Chad whispered into Lukes ear, his breath hot and pleasent which made the wolf's ear flicker. His paw tensed around the hot meat, looking for just the right grip, just the right speed to drive the wolf over the edge as quickly as possible.
"Ah... god.. god damn you're good" Luke moaned out as he leant back against the otter. A second arm wrapped over his chest and dug in short blunt claws that made him gasp out in pleasure. He'd had better paw jobs than this before from boyfriends who knew every square inch of his cock, all the parts that made him wince or made him shudder and that one spot that made him cum so hard he would pass out. But the shear energy the otter was putting into the paw job, the need he had to get him to cum, was driving him wild. His cock was rock hard and slowly moving up to steel or even adamantium levels of hardness.
"Ready for the tip?" The otter said with a grin as he ground his cock into the wolfs nice soft rump and bit down on his neck. The wolf was not able to do anything but gasp as the dual sensations rocked over him and his cock exploded. What in size he lacked compared to the otter he more than made up for in volume. Shot after shot spurted out of his tip, coating the inside of his speedo's with his seed as he gasped and shuddered, his hands gripping onto the sink for dear life as he came harder than he had in years.
"Tch..." The otter tutted and gave the still spurting tip a few last strokes before pulling his paw out of the now soiled dark Speedo's and moved past the panting wolf to wash his paw. "Now you're all messy so you can't go into the pool."
"You... you..." Luke replied, panting for breath as he straightened up, the front of his Speedo's obviously stained by his seed and some dripping from the leg holes onto his legs. "You bastard! You did this just so I couldn't comp.." The wolf is silenced as a pair of red swimmers land in his face, the scent decidely male and otter.
"Actually, I came here to rape your muzzle and let you go off and swim. But you just got so hard I had to do something" The otter replied, now standing naked. He stepped forward and tugged the wolfs bathers off his unresisiting legs. "Now put on my pair and off you go."
"But.. People will know!" the wolf said as he hesitated to put on the bright red speedo.
"Yes, delightful isn't it? Either everyone knows you were my bitch in the changeroom, and they all know my tastes. Or you don't swim" The otter replied and then deliberately looked at the clock on the wall above the door. "Tick, tock, tick, tock. Two minutes hot lips"
Luke eyed the otter, the cheeky grin, the pride in his naked form, the sleek muscles under chocolate caramel coloured fur. He couldn't work out if he loathed him, lusted after him or even, oddly enough, loved him. He quickly put on the red swimmers. The fit was just right, not too loose or too tight, although the basket area was a little more stretched than he was used to.
"Good pup." the otter said, admiring the sight of this attractive wolf in his bright red speedo's. He walked over to his locker and pulled out a pair of board shorts, a dark blue colour with a wave motif, and slipped them on. The outline of his cock, even now flaccid, was easily visible through the fabric. "Now the tip you earned. Go for short laps, Roy can't turn as easily since his accident so you can pick up a second or two there. It will still be close."
The wolf growled, infuriated by what he had done for such little pay off, and snapped at the otter. "What the fuck? That's all you're going to tell me? I already knew that! I should..."
"One minute" Chad said quietly, just dropping the syllables like gunshots through a silencer that stopped the wolfs tirade in it's tracks. "Tell you what though. You lose I'll suck you off so we are all square and even. If you win though I fuck you in the ass, your second payment too me."
The otter advanced and pressed up against the wolf as he leaned past and unlocked the door. "I want you to win pup, go out there and make me proud".