I Used To Howl Alone
I Used to Howl Alone
*To protect the identities of the people used, real names will not be used. This is, however, based on events that transpired between a friend of mine, and myself.
I always viewed myself as a wolf that knew where his nose needed to be. But I had a few problems that my dear friend Boss was trying to help me with. He was a polar bear with a big gut and an even bigger heart. Way back in the past, he even adopted me as his "dog". I knew I wasn't a dog, but it stuck. I accepted it. I embraced it. I saw myself by his side when no one else was, and that's the way I liked it.
I would visit him even when it wasn't a very intelligent thing to do, wolves of my fur color weren't so openly accepted in his family, but he defended me, protected me, loved me. He was so comfortable with me that we eventually got around to watching porn together. We didn't watch each other beat off openly, but he would glance over at me while I was working. He didn't think anything of it, and neither did I. I had an exhibitionist nature; I was hung and I knew it. I secretly got a thrill whenever he looked at me, but I never acted on it, never smiled. We were just a couple of guys gettin off together. I didn't always let this show though: I was modest by nature. One day, when were particularly randy from talking about our "dream girls", we just decided to enjoy ourselves. We set up my laptop and went at it. I had my collection of corn husker's lotion, and sex-shop lube that I mixed. Boss loved it too. Through our friendship, I had undoubtedly gotten curious, and asked him of his personal dimensions. He chuckled at me, and told me his balls hung pretty low. His dick, as he told me, was literally too thick to wrap a paw around fully. I was amazed of course, and told him about my own.
We went at it for a while, maybe a good couple of hours. He finished first, and made sure to catch his load in a paw. I had the freedom to blast whatever I wanted, so long as I didn't make a noticeable mess. And we were QUITE capable of making a mess (probably one of the reasons why I thought he was so cool). Boss wanted to go ahead and lay down, so he asked me if I wanted his chair. I agreed, but suddenly froze when I realized I'd have a full-on bone when I got up. My ears drooped.
"Boss? I don't know if you'd care but... I have a tower here. Are you cool?" He smiled at me and shrugged.
"I'd see it sooner than later." When I didn't get up, he reassured me.
"C'mon. Let me see the snake." I gulped and stood up, grabbing hold of my shorts with my slimy, frictionless paws. When he saw me his eyes widened, and I braced myself for what I'd heard before.
"Snake! It's a black snake!" My ears fell, but he patted my shoulder gave me a big smile.
"It's cool buddy. No problems. I figured you'd be packin a tree down there." My mind went blank, and he layed down. I collapsed into his recliner and continued my rigorous work. I had to fight to keep my yelps, whines, and moans down, but I managed another three hours. I completely lost controll, and ended up blasting (and soaking) a good part of his already jizz-stained carpet. Dizzy, I could barely make out his voice.
"You done?" he asked me, with a voice that didn't sound like he was asleep at all.
"Yeah. Oh man, that was a good one. I needed that" I panted.
"Good dog" he returned. After I cleaned myself up, I climbed into his enourmous bed and immediately began to doze off. I pulled one of his many blankets over me, and closed my eyes as I relaxed. They popped open when I felt one of his paws on my stomach.
"Who's my puppy dog?" he asked as he lightly scratched my belly. I immediately gritted my teeth and whined lightly, silently requsting an encore. And he did, making damn sure that I knew who his puppy dog was, claiming me in his own way. He alternated between scratching, and geltly rubbing my over-sensitive belly, calling another erection forth from my already battered body.
His thumb bumped my shaft, and I whined again.
"What's wrong buddy? Too hard?" he asked, probably thinking he was hurting me.
"You have no idea buddy bear." I panted as he realized what I meant.
"Oh, you..." he said with what I could assume was a smirk. He knew what happened to me whenever he gave me a belly rub. I always asked him to go "down south", to give me a little extra TLC.
"Nope. You have to earn that puppy dog." he whispered gently as he continued to stroke my stomach. When I was at the point of blowing a load, he stopped. I whined once more, silently protesting against it.
"Aww, I know, but we have to get some sleep. I gotta get you outta here early, before my mom wakes up." My ears fell against his pillow, but he wrapped his arm around me.
"I love you puppy dog." I melted, as I always did when he said those words to me. Very few people said those words to me. I licked his cheek and nuzzled him.
"I love you too, buddy bear."