Rexville 13.1: His Preference
#17 of Rexville
Keanu enjoying his little fantasy. Enjoy.
Hah...he needed this...
It was a nice pleasurable feeling in his nether parts, he cannot describe it, but it's been a while since he had done this since graduating high school. In his puberty years, Keanu's first-time masturbating was back in middle school but did not fantasize on anything, it was rather an experiment that he overheard from students' conversation in Sex Ed class that the only way to get the semen out was to stroke the wiener all the way to the end and you will feel good at the end. The "good" feeling part was an understatement for Keanu and went over his head as he later felt the most wonderful thing he ever had. He did succeed in getting the semen out but made a terrible mess when aiming at the toilet bowl and nearly panicked when cleaning it up.
Ah, good times...
Much later in late middle school, Keanu's first sign of his gay awakening was when he saw a buff and handsome Malinois dog-man (who was a lifeguard) at the beach in Catalina Island with his family on Christmas vacation, so on the same day at night when he was sleeping at the hotel room, he dreamt the handsome lifeguard running in slow-motion at the beach like in Baywatch. There wasn't anything sexual involved in the dream, but the sight of the dog-man made him feel hot on his cheeks and his lower region until he felt as if he was melting down there and a strange but pleasurable throbbing feeling was felt in his crotch. He quietly woke up and found his little mess in his underwear and cotton shorts, he heard about wet dreams before but never have one until now. It may be due to not touching himself more often and it tends to go off naturally or could not stop thinking about that hunky dog-man lifeguard... or a combination of both as it made the perfect mix to get off hands-free while sleeping.
It was the first of the four wet dreams he had experienced in his teenage years and one of the only ones he can remember clearly as crystal than the following ones which were kind of fuzzy. But the fourth one kind of spooked him because it was his oldest cousin, Norbert Klaus, from his mother's side, who is fit, was flexing at the mirror without a shirt on and Keanu, who was just visiting, swung the ajar door without thinking and excited to greet his cousin and was met with a flexing wolf-boy and he was startled when he appeared in the mirror behind him and flushed all over his white face. It was very awkward, especially for a guy who was wearing boxers with pieces of bacon drawing patterns on it.
And for the wet dream? Keanu dreamt the same scene, but he was peeping this time. Never again. But still, it was a guilty pleasure and a happy accident. And risqué!
Keanu huffed quietly on the bed, now trying to focus on the men in the magazine. He thought about the black-furred wolf, so inviting and playful to be with in bed, his black muscles shinning lightly under the moonlit sky, those exotic yellow eyes telling him to mate under the starry night.
Then the older red wolf-man in the office changed in thought, gave him a promotion, and to celebrate he let Keanu undress him and kissed him on the lips as he feels his broad chest full of white fluff, and let out a heavy baritone voice of moaning pleasure.
Next in thought was the soldier wolf who came back home from service and romantically carried Keanu to bed and stripped naked, revealing his three shades of gray fur to see, he leaned down to kiss Keanu intensely, and grind his crotch against his. His movements rippled his biceps as Keanu have both hands palming at those strong mass of stones flexing intensely by the movements.
Now above him was the dark-brown wolf with yellow eyes, he was breathing heavily and told him he loved him very much and kissed him lovingly. His warm body joined with Keanu's as one.
As they separated their kiss, Keanu was met with a green-eyed brown wolf-man... Hunter.... Holding his cock while he returns his, both pumping their members as they lustily breathe each other's muzzles up close until a tightening urge was filling to the brim...
...and about to release....
Keanu gasped, his body trembled, and his penis spurted semen out like a white-hot icing volcano. One arm was behind the pillow under his head and the other shaking his manhood vigorously, getting every single drop out of his urethra and receiving every sensible orgasm shocking his body. His fur bristled every end until catching up his breath and relaxed.
Keanu lingered at the ceiling as he stroked his sensible cum-soaked genital. It was warm, spilled on his hand and stomach, and reached a box of tissues on the nightstand and cleaned himself up before it dries on his fur and made to the bathroom with a towel on and washed up.
Back on his bed with his clothes on, he peacefully fell asleep and all that was left in his mind was an imaginary image of a certain wolf with his muscular arms comforting Keanu from behind his back (which was a big pillow spooning him), he had always wondered how it feels to be sharing a bed with a guy ever since he discovered his sexuality.
How long he has been lonely? He doesn't want to know about it, but he's glad to meet wonderful people in his life. Especially Hunter Montana.