Test Drive
Yet another I wrote a while back and am just now getting around to uploading. Something of a quickie, for me. Nice and short.
"Come on, man, think about it. 315 horsepower, leather seating, gorgeous styling ... and how about that growl when you floor it? I can totally see you in this thing!"
The salesman looked genuinely confused while Rob tried to do his job for him. Sharrod looked back down at the car and breathed in a bit of a sigh. "Yeah, I know. It's a real eye-turner," he conceded, chewing on his lower lip as he thought about it. A part of him really could imagine cruising down the road in style, a big silly grin on his draconic features as he let the top down and the wind ruffle his mane, but then the more pragmatic part of him took hold and reminded him that it cost too much, carried too little, and was just genuinely not what he needed. "But, you know, it's not really me ..."
He cringed a little bit as the wolf shook his head in dismay. It was the third dealership that they had visited that day, and the third car that he had taken for a test drive just at that dealership. If the salesman was getting exasperated at the failed attempts, his friend must surely be getting worn down. He had asked Rob to accompany him, the wolf knowing far more about cars than he did, and proved an invaluable resource; the salesman at the first dealership they had visited had tried to pull the wool over his eyes twice, and he would have been none the wiser if his friend had not been there to warn him of the less than honest sales tactics. He had promised to take the wolf out to dinner for his help, but was beginning to wonder if that would be sufficient.
"I know it's tough to make up your mind about something like this bud, but you can't just keep second guessing and trying again," his friend said, looking up after shaking his head.
"Now now, there's no need to pressure him." The salesman, who had for the last several minutes been forced to watch as a potential customer's friend did most of the sales work for him, was oddly taking up the role of the customer's advocate. The portly badger fellow, who had been friendly and personable from the start, managed a tired smile and tried to look upbeat. "If it isn't the car for him, it's not the car for him. Perhaps you ought to take him home and let him give it some thought, I promise it'll still be here in the morning."
Sharrod perked up a little bit at that, managing a smile. "That sounds like a good ..."
"No," Rob interjected, scratching his chin and shaking his head. "No, none of this indecisive stuff again, bud. This is a big deal but you gotta man up and make a decision. If this isn't the one, we'll find another," he said, his big blue eyes starting to scan around the lot, peering at the various offerings in the waning light of the afternoon. It wasn't long before a broad smile crossed his face. "I think we've been barking up the wrong tree the whole time. Change of direction," he said, and took off across the lot.
The salesman shared a confused look with him, and then took off after the wolf with a shrug. Sharrod cringed a little bit again, his own eyes taking a last look at the sleek sports car that he was abandoning and feeling a twinge of regret. He considered calling the both of them back, but one again discretion prevailed and he found himself following his friend with a mixed sense of dread and failure. When the wolf had stopped alongside a big, black truck, he felt the sense of dread well up in the pit of his stomach and quickened his gait to try and cut Rob off, but he was too slow.
Patting the hood of the truck with a broad paw, he smiled a big, toothy smile at the salesman. "Problem is we've been looking at nothing but cars all day, and I've figured it out. Not manly enough for my buddy. Tell me about this here truck."
The salesman pulled up alongside the canid with a dubious little look, glancing back to Sharrod before breathing in deeply and answering. "Well, if it's a problem of needing something manly ... I think you've found what you're looking for. This here model has got it all. Five point four liter V8 engine puts out 310 horsepower and 365 foot-pounds of torque. She'll carry nearly seventeen hundred pounds of cargo for you, or if you've got toys that need haulin' she'll do it for you without a complaint." The badger seemed to brighten a little as he broke into his comfortable spiel, stepping to the side to pull open the driver's door, and then the passenger's door behind it. "Crew cab will transport yourself and up to four of your buddies at the same time, all in comfort and luxury. Leather-trimmed, heated seats. Different temperature controls for both you and your passenger, so you don't all have to agree on how cold it is. Power doors, power locks, power seat adjustment, power everything, and she comes equipped with satellite radio. On the inside, you'll never be able to tell that you're driving a rough and ready truck, at least until you put your foot down and that V8 engine kicks in," he said, managing a grin.
Sharrod wanted to interrupt him, tell him that he was wasting his time, but the badger was on a roll, and just went right on ahead without a pause. "This particular truck is a four by four model, so it don't matter where you are hauling your buddies and your toys. Across town to the big game, to the lake, up to the mountains, she'll go where you want her to. And all in style, too." He gave the tires a perfunctory tap with his foot. "18 inch wheels are standard but this beaut is equipped with 22 inch chrome rims. Chrome grille, mirror accents, bumpers, the works. This truck tells everyone that you're going in power, and going in style. A man's truck, indeed."
It was true; the truck seemed to absolutely bleed testosterone. That, however, was the farthest thing from his mind as he had been shopping all day, and he raised his hand to thank the salesman for being so helpful.
Rob, however, had his own ideas, speaking up with a slightly excited tone. "Awesome," he intoned, licking his lips. "I think this is just what Sharrod has been looking for. How about you go get us the keys for this one, we'll take it for a spin."
The salesman shot him another dubious look. "Well it's getting a little late. Still plenty of time for a test drive, but ... it'd have to be the last one of the day, and only if you're serious ..."
"I don't know," Sharrod said, finally speaking up, the others turning to look at him in surprise, as if they had forgotten he was there. The salesman considered him dubiously, but it was Rob, his friend, who shot him a slightly unhappy look.
"Of course we are serious," he said, fixing his attention back on the salesman and giving him his best trust me sort of look.
The portly badger considered it for a moment, before he stood up straight and smiled. "All right, boys. You wait right here and I'll be back with the keys in a jiffy." He winked at Rob and turned on his heel, heading off toward the dealership with a bit of a spring in his step.
Once he was out of earshot, Sharrod stepped over to the wolf and hissed at him in irriation. "What on earth are you thinking?"
"Just trying to give you a nudge in the right direction," Rob said, shrugging nonchalantly.
"Right direction?" The drake seethed lightly and began to pace next to the truck, his hands thrust into his pockets. "A truck is the last thing on my list, Rob. I don't have toys to haul, I don't have tools to lug around, I sure as hell don't need a truck, and I sure as hell don't want one. What possible reason could I have for ..."
"Come on," the wolf said, giving him a firm punch in the shoulder to quiet him for a moment. "Besides, if you haven't considered it how do you know it's not right for you? You might climb up behind the wheel of this beauty and fall in love. Maybe a truck is just what you need, after all."
Sharrod scowled. "I don't think so," he muttered, and then his eyes caught the sticker on the window. It was more than twice the cost of the sports car, which was already more than he hoped to spend. The figure made his eyes bulge. "I know it's not what I want, now."
Rob shook his head again. "Pfff, that's just a sticker price, we can talk him down. Besides, I know you can afford it."
"It's not a matter of what I can afford, it's a matter of what I feel like spending."
"Give it a shot, at least."
The drake continued to simmer angrily, pulling his hands out of his pockets and folding his arms over his chest. "No. I'm not going to waste any more time tonight, we'll just have to come back ..."
"So you'd rather waste the salesman's time? Look, here he comes again, with the keys in his paws. You gonna tell him that he made the trip all the way into the dealership and back just so you could change your mind?" The wolf raised one eyebrow and shot him a pointed look.
Yes, he thought to himself, but as the badger neared the resolve within him withered, and when a hand was outstretched, keys dangling, his own went out reflexively to retrieve them.
"Here you go, boys. Now take your time and get to know this beauty properly, there's no rush; I've got another customer who is itching to sign some paperwork," he said with a conspiratorial smile. "Just be back before we close, and try not to put too many miles on her. If you do, I'll make you buy it." He winked and turned, heading back into the dealership.
Sharrod blinked in confusion at the badger as he wandered off. "Too many ... how many miles do you suppose is too many?" He certainly did not want to be pressed into buying the truck merely for taking it too many miles.
The response was a firm, hearty clap on the back of his shoulder that made him stumble forward and guffaw involuntarily. "C'mon, Shar, he's kidding. Now let's get going, we're burning daylight," the wolf responded, winking at him and walking around to the other side of the truck to clamber up into the driver's seat.
The drake merely sighed and shook his head, stepping tentatively into the driver's seat of the truck. What a waste of time, he thought to himself as he started it up and headed off the lot.
Hardly ten minutes into the test drive, Sharrod had decided that he had had enough. He guided the truck into the parking lot of a nearby grocery store, spinning the wheel and maneuvering it back toward the exit when Rob reached over and held on to the wheel. Startled, the drake hit the brake with a little squeal and turned to glare at his friend. "What are you doing?" They had come to a stop incongruously in the middle of the parking lot, and thankfully no one had been following them closely behind.
The wolf returned the glare. "What are you doing?"
"I'm taking us back," he said, with a hint of defiance in his voice.
"Already?"
"It's not what I want."
Rob refused to let go of the wheel, scowling. "Come on, we've barely gotten down the road. I asked you to give this a shot, and not waste everybody's time by limping around the block before we go back in defeat. What gives?"
Sharrod sighed and shook his head. "It's not what I want, Rob. Look. I'm sure it looks fantastic going down the road, and I'm sure half of everybody thinks I'm a hotshot rolling down the road in my big flashy truck. But the other half of everybody is making snarky comments about how small a penis I must have, and you know why? Because I do the same when I see other insecure guys with their big assed trucks."
"So you're going to base your decision on what to buy based on what everyone else on the road is going to think?" The look from the wolf was incredulous.
"No," he protested, screwing his features up into a scowl. "That's not what I mean at all."
"Really? Then what do you mean?"
Again he sighed, hanging his head a bit. "It's just ... it's big and heavy. I feel like I'm taking up the entire lane, and I feel like I'm not going to make the turns. It's just too much, it's not what I need."
There was a long moment of quiet, and then Rob spoke up sternly. "All right. Pull into that parking spot there, and get out of the truck."
"What?"
"You heard me. Pull over and get out. We're going to swap places."
Sharrod blinked in confusion, complying without even thinking about it as he guided the truck to an unoccupied spot, picking a slot that was nowhere near other cars; he did not feel confident at all that it would fit. "Why?"
"I'm going to show you something," he said, opening the passenger's door and hopping out as soon as the truck had been put into park. Sharrod hardly had a chance to release his seat belt and reach for the door when it was opened up from the outside, his friend standing there and looking somewhat irritated. "Slide over and buckle up."
Again Sharrod blinked in confusion, but the firmness with which Rob spoke left him little opportunity for dissent as he scooted over to the passenger's seat and buckled himself in. Rob stepped up into the driver's seat, belted himself in, and put the driver into reverse.
The tires squealed as he pulled out of the parking space, twisting the wheel around and then throwing it into drive. The wolf stomped on the accelerator and peeled out across the parking lot, tires squealing angrily as he was thrown back into the seat at the sudden and unexpected force of the acceleration, watching with wide eyes as the truck barreled across the parking lot at a surprisingly rapid speed. "Jesus Christ ... what are you doing?"
"Showing you," came the low growl of a response as the truck came to a stop at the exit to the parking lot. Slamming the accelerator down, the truck wheeled back onto the road and tore off into the distance, once again forcing Sharrod back into the seat. He glanced over to watch the speedometer climbing with surprising, dizzying speed, quickly surpassing the speed limit.
"Slow down ... fuck, you're going to kill us!"
The wolf growled softly again. "Shut up," he said, and Sharrod did just that. He felt his hands clutching at the seat below him, squeezing and gasping as the truck continued to pick up speed, and hardly stopped as Rob steered onto the freeway and shot off into the distance.
Even when the force of the acceleration was not driving him back into the seat, Sharrod was pressed back into it as hard as he could, panting with fear. He had no clue what was getting into his friend, and as he looked over to the wolf he wondered if he hadn't snapped and simply gone mad. The canid was staring intently forward at the road, the grin on his face widening as the truck picked up speed and flew down the highway at a dangerous speed. Sharrod wanted to protest, wanted to complain, but was half afraid that if he interrupted the wolf might lose control of the truck, bringing the test drive to a sudden and disastrous end.
It took only a few minutes before the buildings along the side of the highway gave way to thick stands of trees. The dealership was on the edge of town nearest the mountains, and in what felt like a few heartbeats they had already left the fringes of the city. Rob flicked the lights on, the sun beginning to sink below the horizon and paint the sky in violet hues, and Sharrod felt his heartbeat rapidly increasing. This time of year, wild animals could simply dart out in front of them, and again, bring the test drive to a sudden conclusion.
Then, without warning, the wolf applied the brakes. Sharrod felt himself pitching forward, and for a brief second he was convinced that the dashboard was rising up to smash his face into a hundred pieces before the seat belt locked and held him fast, forcing the breath out of his chest. Without a word, the truck was turned off the highway onto a dirt road that wandered on into the forest, and he hit the gas again. Far too quickly the truck ran through the forest, bouncing over rocks and divots in the dirt road, fishtailing around the corners and kicking up clouds of dust. The dragon was convinced time and time again that the wolf would lose control, that they would roll off the road into the trees, and then he had to close his eyes to keep from whimpering.
Suddenly it stopped.
In an almost anticlimactic fashion, the motion came to a halt, the sound of tires skittering over the dirt died off and was replaced with only the low, regular rumble of the truck's exhaust sounding off into the forest. With some uncertainty he opened his eyes and glanced back over at the wolf, his jaw slack and a number of invectives at the tip of his tongue, but he was astounded to see the look on his friend's face was an embodiment of rapture.
"Ah, fuck, that's the stuff."
Sharrod blinked in disbelief. "What ... what the hell?"
The wolf turned to look at him, wide eyed and grinning madly. "Did you feel that? The rush? Gods, that's fucking hot," he said, licking his lips. "That's how you know you've found it ... makes you feel like a real man. Ah, fuck, I'm hard," he said, and, inexplicably, he reached down to unzip his pants. Sharrod continued to gape at him in confusion, watching as his friend pulled his pants open and pulled out his fully erect cock, leaning back in his seat and starting to stroke himself with a low, deep rumble.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"C'mon, don't you feel it?" The wolf closed his eyes and let his tongue loll out for a moment, stroking himself without the slightest hint of shame or embarrassment.
The drake had no clue how to respond. Again he looked down in disbelief, both at the fact that his friend was pleasuring himself after trying to kill the both of them with the insane, ridiculous run down the highway, but as well as the mere sight of his friend's endowment. Oddly he felt a twinge of jealousy at the back of his throat. "You ... stop it, Rob ..."
Rob opened his eyes at the complaint but did not stop grinning. Instead, his grin only widened. "You like it, don't you."
Sharrod gaped once again at that and shook his head. "Oh, come on ..."
"You're staring at it."
He realized that he had been staring at it, and immediately tore his gaze away. "No."
The wolf licked his lips again and then started to stroke himself lewdly. "You can touch it, if you want."
The drake hadn't the slightest clue how to respond to that. "Fuck, Rob, you've really lost it. You know I'm not ... I don't go that way." It hadn't been the first time that his friend had tried to goad him into experimenting. The wolf was unabashedly and proudly gay, and had made a point of forwarding all manner of raunchy images to his email inbox, all to no avail. Sharrod was perfectly comfortable with having a gay best friend, and was perfectly comfortable with the innuendo and teasing, but this was unexpected. "Don't be ridiculous."
"It's how you know you've found the right car. God, that made me horny," he said with a low murring sound, and then suddenly reached over with his free paw and groped at Sharrod's lap. "Let's see how much you enjoyed it."
The dragon yelped in surprise and batted the wolf's hand, pulling away. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" The grope was not only unexpected, it was downright unacceptable.
"Oh come on, Shar. You know you want it."
"I most certainly do not!"
The wolf had stopped stroking himself, but did not stop the lewd grin he was flashing back at him. "Dude, I know you. Don't think I haven't noticed you staring at guys in the gym - staring at me - I notice these things. I'm gay, it's my job to pick up on other queers. Gaydar, you know."
The drake shook his head again vehemently. "No way." Sure, he had cast one or two appreciative glances at other guys in the gym, perhaps even in Rob's direction, but there was nothing sexual about it. It was perfectly normal for one guy to be appreciative of another guy's body. It was called envy. "You're way off, man, I'm straight. I have a girlfriend."
Rob snorted derisively at that. "Right. How often do you fuck?"
"That's none of your business," he protested.
"It's because you don't. You haven't fucked her, not once, not ever. Dude, you're still a virgin, aren't you?"
The accusation made him flush in his cheeks. "No. Yes. I mean ... I respect her more than that. I respect women more than that."
The wolf simply laughed at that. "Yeah. Right. Dude, that bitch is probably wondering why you haven't nailed her by now. Guarantee it. She's probably sleeping around just to get what she wants and you won't give her," he said. "She'd give it to you at the drop of a hat, but it ain't gonna happen. You ain't gonna fuck her because you don't really want to. Dude, you're the biggest closet fag that I know."
Sharrod wondered if his friend had not truly gone mad, but at least some small part of the accusation rang true. He was a young dragon coming in to his prime, and could not deny that he had felt strong urges, but at the same time, he could not deny the fact that his girlfriend had simply failed to ignite that fire inside of him. "That's not it," he protested. "I'm just not ... just wouldn't be like that ..."
"Then why do you have a boner?"
"What?" Before he could respond, Rob's hand again shot into his lap and he was too slow to bat it away. To his surprise he felt the wolf's fingertips dragging and grinding against a very obvious erection that was tenting up in his pants, and he gasped - half in surprise at discovering that he did, indeed, have an erection, and half in the sensation that the rubbing was causing. He wasn't surprised that it felt delicious.
The wolf growled lowly again, flashing another lewd grin. "So you gonna fess up? Was it the truck, or was it my dick?"
Sharrod had no ready answer. He didn't have a clue that he had popped a boner and had no idea what had set it off, but as he watched his friend rubbing him through the cloth he felt like swallowing his tongue. It felt undeniably good, but at the same time it made his stomach twist into tight knots. He didn't know if he was going to throw up. "I don't ... come on, Rob. Stop it."
The wolf didn't stop, though. Instead, his fingers went up and, with more practice than Sharrod cared to estimate, flicked the button of his pants open and pulled the zipper down. Swiftly, that paw burrowed into his pants and grabbed at his cock, the sensation like lightning in his loins, making him gasp softly. Rob merely grinned. "I dare you to make me."
The wolf's thumb went up and rubbed at the tip of his cock, again making little jolts run through his thighs and his loins, forcing him to lean back and groan softly. Until this moment he had never felt any touch on his cock, countless sessions of jerking himself off alone his his bedroom, and the sensation of someone else touching, grabbing, rubbing at him was unlike anything he had experienced. At the same time he felt violated - his friend's sudden and unwanted advance was dangerously close to rape. He did not know how to respond. "Please, Rob ..."
"I thought you would never ask," the wolf said, drawing his own conclusions as he tugged the dragon's cock up and out of his pants, leaving it to stand rudely up into the open. Rob reached over past him, then, fumbling for a switch on the side of the seat and then, flicking it, sent the seat reclining slowly backward.
Sharrod could only sit there, half frozen, as he felt the seat sinking below him, down, down, until it was as far back as it would go. He wasn't quite lying down but nearly felt like it, and then the seat belt was unfastened, whipping past his face. "What ... what are you doing?"
There was no verbal reply, but the wolf undid his own seat belt with a click and a whoosh. Sharrod felt his friend's fingers tugging at the waist of his pants and pulling them down, leaving him more fully exposed, and before he could make any kind of protest the wolf had leaned in, tucking his head into the drake's lap and wrapping a warm, wet tongue around his member. Before Sharrod knew what was happening the wolf was going down on him, lips sealing around his length and beginning to suckle with a deep, hungry growl.
If the touch of the wolf's fingers against his flesh had felt like electricity, the warm tongue and hungry suckling against his member was a veritable lightning storm. His entire body tensed up at the keen and sudden sensation, running like a fire up into the pit of his stomach. His hands clutched at the seat at his sides and he breathed out a low, rattling groan that echoed in the cab of the truck.
He made a lame attempt to push his friend away and out of his lap, but there was no strength to his arms and they simply flopped back down to his sides. Involuntarily his hips gave a little buck, and once more his whole body shuddered. He felt like his friend was taking advantage of him, but he had to wonder if it was still rape it if felt so good, if it was still violation if he was not fighting back.
He couldn't fight back.
Then the sensation stopped and cool air kissed his flesh again. Perhaps Rob had thought better, had realized that what he was doing was wrong and unwelcome. The brief kiss on his nethers was not enough to make him gay, even if it felt good. Sharrod realized that his eyes had slipped shut, and hearing the creak of leather he opened his eyes and looked over at Rob. The wolf had sat back up in his seat, and was rather anxiously trying to divest himself of his pants and his shirt. Sharrod's eyes went wide in confusion as the wolf tore off all his clothes, leaving his well-formed figure and snow white fur to be seen, his throbbing erection that still hung eagerly from his lap.
Again he moved. Sharrod felt himself in a haze as he watched his friend crawl over him, hovering over top of him, pressing his hands into either side of the reclined seat. There was precious little room in the cab of the truck but somehow Rob had found a way to crawl atop the drake, pinning him down and then leaning in. Warm, wet lips pressed against his own and kissed, firm and hot, while he felt fingertips on his hips, urging his pants down further until fingertips worked their way around and grabbed at his ass, pulling him up even as his own hips pressed down, and then he felt the wolf's hardened cock pressing against his own, grinding, hips beginning to grind and thrust up against him.
The drake felt frozen for a long moment while his friend kissed and ground on him. He opened his mouth as if to let out a scream when the wolf's broad, wet tongue invaded his maw, his muzzle tilting to engage him in a kiss far deeper and far more passionate than any he had engaged in before. For a second he felt like he was going to gag on the tongue, but the heated sensation from his loins was becoming more noticeable. His erection was only growing more firm as the assault went on, and he found his own hips aching to thrust and grind back upward, founding himself desirous of the sensation of his friend's cock on his own.
He was enjoying this.
Part of him wanted to cry out in revulsion. He was straight, after all, was straight. He would never have considered this, yet it felt so damned good. He was unable to resist the lust that was rising in his loins, and found his own hands moving, unbidden, to wrap around the wolf's midsection and hug tight to him, found himself canting his muzzle to the side to compliment the kiss, making it easier for Rob's lips to lock against his. He found himself not only enjoying the touch but craving it, found himself growing rapidly aroused. He could not help himself - surely it did not mean he was gay. It was a mere moment of weakness, but one he found impossible to give himself over to.
Another groan sounded out from his throat as the sensation of arousal quickly intensified in his loins, and suddenly he realized he was dangerously close to orgasm. With a gasp, he pulled back from the edge, back from his friend's insistent kiss. "Rob ... Rob ... you, we shouldn't ..."
The wolf responded by breathing a lusty growl. "Ah, fuck, Shar. You're so fucking hot ... we should have done this years ago," he murred, pushing himself up and away from the drake's body before reaching down and grabbing him by the shoulder. "Flip over."
At first Sharrod had no idea what was going on as he found himself being pulled and tugged, manhandled somewhat roughly. Before he was able to form a cogent conclusion he found himself being turned over onto his front, pushed forward so his chest was pressed firmly against the seat's headrest, his arms wrapped around the seat to hold himself up while the wolf's paws were on his backside, pushing him forward, forcing his knees up against the seat and straddling it slightly. The wolf's weight was pressing down on his back, his tail being pulled up roughly.
Then it clicked.
When he felt the first prod against his undertail he gasped loudly, his eyes going wide as he realized just what his friend was planning. Growling lewdly again, the wolf spat in his hand and reached down, rubbing his saliva slickened palm against Sharrod's backside, his fingertip pressing dangerously against his entrance. The drake whined, feeling panic begin to rise in his chest. "Rob, I'm not ... not ..."
"Oh, you're ready," the wolf said, letting go of the drake's tail and using his hand to grasp his cock. Sharrod had no idea how he was going to escape the situation, had no idea where to go or how to flee as he felt the tip of the wolf's cock prodding against his underside again. He opened his mouth to protest, to tell his friend to stop, but it was only in time to let out a low, slightly pained groan; without warning, the wolf's hips had rolled forward and impaled him with more than a few inches of his thick, hardened cock.
Sharrod felt himself go weak in the knees. The sensation at his backside was a painful heat that radiated out from beneath his tail and along his spine, making him cry out with a hurt ring to his voice. He thought his knees would give out, thought he would collapse forward but somehow managed to keep from falling over. He thought he heard the word relax being whispered again and again, but the ringing sensation in his ears that came with the pain running along his spine made him unsure of what he was hearing.
Then the wolf pulled himself back out, and his stretched backside was allowed to relax again. The drake took a deep breath when the pain receded, and he opened his mouth once more to take the opportunity to ask his friend to stop when he found himself being pierced anew. The painful sensation returned but in considerably less force, the fire in his loins much reduced. Whether the wolf could pick up on that fact, or was simply driven by lust he might never know, but Rob began to pitch his hips forward and push more of his erection into the drake's backside.
I'm not gay if it's forced, the voice in the corner of his mind assured. He did not know if he should feel dirty - a part of him wanted to feel dirty - but soon he realized that he had relaxed, loosened up enough that his friend had all but hilted himself in his backside, and when the wolf's hips came flush to his rump a new sensation pierced the fire in his mind. The wolf's tip was grinding against his prostate and the sensation was positively delicious. Unbidden, a low groan sounded from his throat, his head leaning back to call out just how intensely good it felt, his voice echoing with the creaking of the leather beneath him.
It was all the encouragement the wolf seemed to need. His hips began to rock back and forth, and Sharrod found himself being fucked nice and slow, the wolf's cock pulling back and grinding in nice and deep, the tip pushing and dragging against his prostate again, eliciting another deeply pleasured groan from the drake's throat.
"Oh ... god ... I never knew it felt ..."
There was no response and no time for him to go on, for the wolf's thrusting did not stop or slow down. Instead, his hands went down to the dragon's hips and held them firm, held them still so that the thrusts were more even and regular, penetrating him deeply. The painful burning sensation quickly evaporated, and Sharrod found it being entirely replaced by an extraordinary pleasure that was now radiating from beneath his tail. It was unlike any pleasure he had ever felt before.
He did not know how long the wolf had been fucking him when he felt the wolf's shaft beginning to swell, stretching him out further with each thrust, bringing back an echo of the painful sensations - but they were unable to override the pleasure that he felt. The drake suddenly found that the two sensations dueling in his mind, the shocked and violated part of him that felt he was being violated and raped, and another part of him that felt like he was being treated to the most intense and beautiful sensation that he had ever felt. Would it make him gay if he enjoyed it? He leaned his head forward and moaned again, saying the first thing that came to his mind.
"Rob ... fuck ... me harder ..."
The wolf seemed only too happy to oblige. The sensation of that cock pounding against his prostate, his friend's bulk plowing into him time and time again, was quickly becoming too much to handle. The rising sensation of his arousal was becoming all too much, and he could not resist the urge to reach between his legs and grab at his cock. All it took at that point was a single pump and he was too far gone, the sensation washing over him all at once as he went rigid, his head leaning back and crying out the loudest, most intense cry of pleasure that he had ever uttered. In an instant his cock swelled and sputtered and the pent up need of years upon years was suddenly released.
His senses went dull for a moment as he rode out the immense pleasure, to the point where he was only vaguely aware of the sudden need with which Rob was pounding him. Then the wolf howled out his own joy, his arms wrapping around the drake and holding him tight, the swell of his knot growing impossibly wide. The wolf's weight was heavy upon him while his cock continued to throb and spurt, Sharrod realizing that the wolf was cumming inside of him.
There could be no question that what he had just done was incredibly gay. And he had loved every moment of it.
With a gasp he felt himself collapsing forward, dragging the tied wolf forward with him. For several moment the pair simply gasped and groaned for air, the remnants of the shared orgasm like a glow around them for a long time. Sharrod had no idea how much time had passed before his eyes snapped back open and he gasped. The reality of what had happened was settling in on him like the weight of his friend at his back.
"Fuck, Rob ... did we just ..."
The wolf murred quietly behind him, petting his side. "We did, and you were fantastic, my delicious little faggot."
The drake bristled at that and shook his head. "No, I'm not ..."
"Do I have to remind you that I just blew my nut in you like a horny little bitch?"
Again Sharrod bristled at that, but there was no way around that fact - and he had enjoyed it immensely. "Maybe ... maybe that makes me bi ..."
The wolf just snickered at that, patting him on the bottom. "We'll see about that, handsome."
Sharrod didn't know how to reply, so he simply blushed. If something this delicious made him gay, then he supposed that he had no choice other than to be gay. This was a sensation he was not willing to go without again. As he allowed himself to smile, he glanced down and suddenly went aghast at the mess he saw pooling on the dark colored leather of the seat. "Oh, shit ... I came all over the seat ..."
Rob chuckled quietly and looked over his shoulder. "You sure did, and a hell of a mess you made."
"It's not funny. I can't bring a truck back with cum all over the seat ..."
"I guess you'll just have to buy it," the wolf said, flashing a toothy grin.
Sharrod felt his stomach dropping, or at least, a sensation like it. There was no way he could return it, even if he tried to clean it up. He sure as hell couldn't fess up to jerking off all over the test vehicle. Rob was right - there would simply be no choice but to buy the damned thing. "Oh, god, what have I done ..."
Again there was a soft pat on his bottom. "We'll have a lot of fun together breaking it in. I promise you won't regret it."
The drake knew that wasn't entirely true. He would regret forking over that much money for a vehicle he didn't like, but at the same time the promise of a few more romps in the cab made him smile. That, and there was such a big bed to horse around in. If he was going to be screwed - literally and figuratively - at least he would have a good time of it. He couldn't help but to smile. "I guess we'll see about that."