My Son and Me and HIm. Ch. 2
My Son and Me and Him By Hokshi Chapter Two
"Your body?"
Jordan cleared his throat staring at the beast.
"If my team losses, you get to have one night with me."
"What? What the hell? Why would I...?"
The beast flexed his black furred arm, flaunting his bicep to the wolf. Jordan blinked his ears gone up and rigid.
"I know you want this."
"I...don't..."
The beast stepped closer, leaned in and whispered in Jordan's ear.
"Anything you want, wolf. Touch them. Kiss them. Worship them."
Jordan's ears would have burst into flames if they could. What could he do? This beast of a panther offered himself in a bet. To do whatever he wanted with. Oh, what he wanted to do with them. He cleared his throat.
"Fine. You have a deal." he said as he tried to keep his voice from shaking.
"Good, then let's shake on it."
"Wait, how do I know you won't go back on your part?"
"I won't. No need to worry about that. My team won't lose." he said as he flexed his arms.
Jordan handed over the sunglasses. The panther grinned, put them on and walked back to his team. Jordan sighed and began heading towards the bleachers. He decided on a seat near the bottom, he settled himself and waited. Soon afterward the bleachers filled up with family members, college students and local sport casters surrounded him. Had he guessed he would be spending his night like this he would have brought Anthony, instead of letting him go with his mother.
He waited through the team's introductions, the Warriors versus the Saints. The cheerleaders did their cheering. He didn't know which team to choose for. The beast played for the Saints, but did he want the other team to win? Still though he didn't want to be rude and cheer for them to lose either. When the Saints made their first touchdown, his decision was made for him as the fans around him got and yelled their approval.
He watched the first quarter shouting along with the other fans. The first few plays were interesting. One of the Saints got penalized for unnecessary roughness. Getting up during the second quarter, he went to the concession stand got a hot dog and a drink. When half time came the score was tied. He wandered down to the sideline and flagged down Steven. Taking his helmet off he looked over at the wolf. The annoyed safety grumbled but put on a smile.
"Not doing so well, Steven?"
"Just a few more plays and we will be in the lead."
"Still sure about the bet?"
"Those sunglasses are as good as mine."
The sweaty beast grinned and winked at Jordan.
"You must really think those sunglasses are lucky." he said with crossed arms.
"Humph. Just as much as you want me, wolf."
With that Jordan folded his ears back in embarrassment. The beast ran his paw through his hair, the sweat flying off sparkled like in some movie cliche Jordan thought. He took a long sip of his drink as he watched the beast move closer to him. The scent of the beast hit him like a wall, coughing out the straw from his mouth.
"Well half time is about over. Watch me win this."
The beast leaned over and took the final sip out of the Jordan's drink.
"Hey!"
"Thanks for the drink!"
He tried to take a swipe at the panther as he ran off to his teammates. Grumbling he went back up to his seat. He stared at the straw in his drink. He tossed the empty cup into a trashcan, then decided to wait the line and get another one. Something told him this was going to be a long final half.
The Warriors changed battle tactics and the Saints couldn't keep up. The last play began with the Warriors leading by eight points. The ball was hiked, thrown and knocked down as the buzzer went off. The beast stood in the field as the Warriors cheered and celebrated. Jordan sat in his seat stunned. They lost. They really did. Most importantly to him though, he won the bet. He jumped out of his seat, raced down the to the sideline and then stopped dead in his tracks.
He should be happy. Shouldn't he? He looked at each of the Saints that walked by him. They all looked angered and annoyed. The beast came up last. Jordan didn't know whether to cash in on his bet now or later.
"Steven, sorry about the game. If you want..."
With a growl he spoke. "Meet me in the parking lot in a half, wolf."
"Wait Steven. I..."
He watched the beast stomp past him and into the locker room with the rest of his teammates. What did he mean by that? Jordan didn't want to cash in on the bet if he was going to be mean about it all. Still though, he waited out in the parking lot. If he had too, he would just forget this deal. He knew that Steven wouldn't be the happiest about it but he didn't have to be down right rude about it. How long has it been already he wondered as the last car left. Even the visiting team's bus was gone. He took out his keys ready to just forget it and go home.
"I hope you weren't planning on leaving your prize behind."
The wolf turned around to see the beast holding his sunglasses.
"Huh? Steven?"
"Sorry about that. Coach wanted to talk to us. No one is very happy about losing the first game of the season."
"Well yeah about that..."
"Except you, of course."
Steven grabbed Jordan's paw.
"Come on, wolf. Let's get this over with."
"Look Steven. If you don't want to do this, we don't have to."
"I don't back out on a bet, wolf." he growled back.
"I'm not going to enjoy any of this if your going to be in a bad mood, and the name is Jordan."
"Well, Jordan...."
Steven pulled the wolf's paw behind him and growled into his ear.
"I just lost the first game of the season. I need some company to get my mind off it. I do believe you will suffice nicely."
In a quick motion he pulled Jordan close to him. As he pressed his sweaty body against the wolf he purred in his ear. Jordan instantly froze but soon relaxed as the beast purred to him. The feeling of shaped muscled pressed against his front made him drunk with lustful thoughts. Any thoughts of arguing disappeared as he pushed himself away. He cursed himself at the first few attempts to get the keys in the door. With a grunt as he sat and unlocked the door for the beast. Jordan grinned as he threw his bag into the back and sat down.
Jordan started the engine. When they got out of the parking lot, Steven rolled down his window and stuck a paw out. The night air rushing in and sending the scent of sweat out of the car. At a red light, Steven removed his shirt and threw in the back seat with his bag. He took a large breathe and rested against the headrest. Jordan nearly started to drool at the sight. The streetlights highlighting the lines on the muscled chest made the wolf want to reach out. "Ahem..."
Jordan snapped back to reality. Taking his paw nearly inches from the black fur and back to the steering wheel. With a determined brow he kept his mind on the road.
"So, Mr. Jordan. Where do you live?" "Huh? Oh...about an hour from the college. In the East Bay Point housing area."
"East Bay, huh? You one of those rich wolves?" "Oh no. Not at all." he chuckled.
"Still though living there, you must make pretty good money." "I guess. I handle small cases at...the...." Jordan stuttered as he stole a glance of Steven. The panther ran a paw down his chest, slowly circling down his abs and slipped into his sweats. There he gave his personal equipment an adjustment.
"Mr. Jordan..." Steven interrupted "...the road." With a curse Jordan snapped the car back to the middle of the lane. "You seem a bit distracted, Mr. Jordan." he said amused.
The driveway finally appeared in front of Jordan. With a sigh of relief he turned off the engine and let his head rest on the wheel. That panther was going to get him killed, rubbing himself like that while he was driving. The panther got out of the car and stretched his legs. Jordan soon followed out and headed up the path to his door. That feeling of being stalked soon came to him again. The beast's shadow engulfing him at the door. His ears folded down as he opened the door. Flicking the light on as he entered, he welcomed the panther in. Steven entered the room and looked around with a whistle of approval. The large, brown two piece sofa on one wall, coffee table in the middle of the room, and the entertainment center on the other wall. The sound of cartoons could be heard from the television. Jordan sighed, picked up the remote and turned it off.
"I could have sworn I turned that off before I left." "You forgot the door, Mr. Jordan." "Oh yeah, sure." he stammered and shut it.
"Come here, Mr. Jordan." He came to the panther as he was told. He stood in front of him just staring. Taking in the view he had. The chest that moved with each breathe. The abs that deliciously hid themselves in sculpted shadows.
"Now now, Mr. Jordan. Don't just look. Touch." suggested the panther.
With a clearing of his throat, the wolf raised a shaking arm. The black fur slightly damp against his brown fingers. He cupped the pectoral in his hand squeezing it gently. He breathed hard, not daring to believe this was happening. Taking his other hand to hold the other side, rubbing against it softly. It continued its way lower. Down the sides it went to trace the lines of each ab. The beast purred and licked the wolf's face. "I know you want more, Mr. Jordan." he purred. Taking the wolf's head in on hand he pushed his face against his black chest. That was it for Jordan. His desires stood in front of him, his lust filled mind took over, his long waited desire. He kissed the black chest and rubbed his face against it. His upper hand tracing up and around the massive arm that waited. The beast grinned and lifted his arm to flex it for the him. With both hands he held the bulging bicep, relishing the feeling of the fur in his hands.
With that Steven flexed and grabbed Jordan by the head. Holding in head lock the panther purred. The wolf started to pant, being held in such a way making him wild. He wriggled his head free from the hold. The panther raised both arms and flexed them. Giving the wolf a look at his back as the muscled tensed up. The wolf traced his hands down the broad back. Tracing the muscles with his finger tips along the broad back. Steven grabbed him by the ear and pulled him up front with a grin. "I want you to strip down, Mr. Jordan." ordered the panther.
He let go of the wolf, who immediately started to disrobe. His unbuttoned shirt tossed aside, unbuckled pants thrown atop the shirt. His unclothed body showed his swimmer build not as prominent as the panther's. His briefs tented from his arousal of the entire situation. "Good boy. It seems your not so bad looking yourself." he grinned.
With that the wolf's ears turned a bit red. He went right up against Steven. Rubbing himself against the firm wall of muscles. As much as he was enjoying the lustful attention from the wolf, Steven was growing impatient. With a suggestive touch he pushed the wolf down to his knees. The wolf smiled and stuck his hands down the sides of the panther's sweat pants. Pulled down he was greeted with a bulging jock strap and eagerly he pushed his face into it. With a placed hand on the back of the wolf's head, Steven kept his face pressed against the straining jock.
Jordan drooled and licked at the fabric in a crazed state. The stiff member growing more in its confines with each lick. A low moaned escaped the maw of the panther when Jordan's hands grabbed his balls. With a grunt Jordan reached around and squeezed tightly onto the black furred rear. Steven moaned again and looked down at the wolf beneath him. With a teasing foot he took his foot and brushed it up against the wolf's crotch. Jordan shuttered at the sensation, as a low rumble escaped his lips. With some fancy foot work he stuck his foot in and managed to pull the front of Jordan's briefs down to the down. Letting the large wolf tool grow into his view. The panther grinned with much approval of the large wolf. Much bigger then his own, he mentally made note to examine it closer later.
"Perhaps we should get out of the living room, Mr. Jordan." "....ummm...heh..sure..."
The wolf stood up slowly letting the large black foot pull the rest of his briefs down. With a growl Steven slapped the brown rear and squeezed tightly. With a sudden yip he playfully whimpered back and headed down the dark hall. Steven smirked and followed. About halfway down, Steven yowled as he stepped on something. The wolf was instantly back at his side. Kneeling down to inspect the damage, Jordan chuckled at the obstacle.
"Hehehe. Crimson Ranger Z." he said amused.
Showing the action figure to the panther and assured him it was his son's, who was with his mother now. Funny he thought, Anthony always took that one with him when he went to visit his mother. The panther nodded and smiled, taking the figure and tossing it behind him. Playfully biting at the wolf to move on. Jordan stopped at his bedroom door. Shut, he leaned against it and smiled sheepishly.
"Ummm look....Steven, I usually don't..." "Stop, Mr. Jordan." he hushed "I don't care." Pushing himself against the wolf, squeezing him against the door. "I want you. I want you to moan underneath me." With that he grabbed the wolf's manhood and squeezed. The following moan bring a large to smile to the panther as he kissed him quiet. Reaching for door knob himself, he pushed the wolf in. The wolf falling to the floor as Steven took in his surroundings. The bedroom was sparse. Save the large queen size bed, a wardrobe and a lone tall lamp, there was no flare in this room. The wolf picked himself up and sat on the end of the bed. Even the sheets where only a solid color of dark blue. Steven shrugged it off and went over to the wolf. He stood inches away from him and stared at him. He straighten up and turns to his side. Taking both hands and clenches them and squeezed the muscles in his arms. Getting the desired affect from the wolf, he lifts his arms behind his head. Posing to show off his abs. Extending a leg out to touch the wolf's own.
Jordan just watched the show as his own member throbbed and leaked more with each pose. He whimpered when the leg touched his own. Wanting to reach out and touch the muscles once more. A few more poses and Jordan was panting. The panther slowly placed his hands on the sides of the jock. Slowly he pulled one side down letting the wolf get a view of the denser fur before he pulled the other side down. Just short of revealing it all to the wolf he slowly swiveled his hips. Then he let them fall to the floor. The panthers own black member shined against his black fur. With a grin, the panther was atop of him. Muzzle to muzzle as he was forced higher on the bed. The black fingers gripped his rear and lifted as the panther crawled onto the bed. Wrapping his legs around the panther, Jordan moaned feeling the warm body against his. The panther growled low and lustful, rubbing his crotch against the his. Their muzzles returning to each other in another ravenous kiss. Jordan's arms reaching around and feeling every muscle that they can reach. With one paw at the base of Jordan's back, the other grips the two members together and tightly squeezes. The room is soon filled with the sound of pants and groans as the two males feel each other out. "Steven....oh...please...." "Is that what you want, Mr. Jordan?" he asked as he squeezed their dicks together.
"Oh gawd. Steven..." Jordan's voice flushed and desperate. "...fuck me.."
The wolf's whole faced, already red from the intense touching, might have lit aflame if it could from his request. Steven only moaned in reply. As he grabbed the wolf by back of his hair pulled to expose his neck to him he leaned in to bite lightly on it. He untangled himself from the wolf. Lifting him up just enough to push him face down towards then end of the bed. With a grunt he nudged the wolf up onto all fours. Assuming the wolf wasn't prepared for such an adventure tonight, he lifts the wolf's tail and leans in. Letting his tongue lick the outside of the wolf's hole, teasing it before sinking in. Jordan at first tenses up and then relaxes, once the realization of the situation sinks in. After a few careful moments, the panther stops and licks his hand several times to apply some saliva to his member as well.
"Are you ready, Mr. Jordan?" "Oh gawd! Yes!"
Grasping hold of the wolf with one hand at the hip, he aims his own member into the spit slicked hole. Steven pushes on in, the head being stopped at the entrance. The wolf whimpers only to be growled at in response. Steven continued to push and soon the entrance gave in. The loud whimper escaped from the wolf as Steven goes in about half his length too fast. He leaned over the form of the shaking wolf. Taking the scruff of his neck into his mouth as he purred. Pushing in the rest of his length. A moan echoes in the sparse room as the full length of the panther enters him. He shuddered at the slow rhythm Steven took with him. A few tense moments turn into a untold pleasure. He closed his eyes and moan in response to it all. "You like that, Mr. Jordan?" he said with clenched teeth. "Oh yes! Yes Steven! Yes!"
He opened his eyes from the pleasure and looked at the small brown face staring back at him at the foot of the bed. As the little brown wolf smiled only inches from his face. "ANTHONY?!"