It no longer applies 3.
Deacon and I continued like that for a while. Sometimes we "played" twice a night, but only if we knew we could get away with it sleep wise. It wasn't limited to the dorm either, even though that was the safest place. That wolf took me by surprise in at least four places on base; the last one was during a mortar attack when we were both trapped in the same bunker together. Once he realized it was just us he couldn't get his clothes off fast enough and attack me! It was a lot of fun to see what we could get away with, but that came to an abrupt halt when I was selected to go outside the wire for a month long mission into another Afghan province.
The situation was pretty simple: reinforcements and extra bodies were desperately needed for patrols. A spike in Taliban activity had prompted our base commander to volunteer several elements from just about every place on base. It took three days to get everybody ready to leave, and not once did I see my wolf roomie in all that time. I was excited to go, but sorely disappointed that I hadn't gotten the chance to say goodbye and get a quickie with Deacon. You can't always get what you want, I suppose.
The mission lasted for five total weeks. In that time we'd gone on patrols, established two new outposts, successfully rounded up three high level targets and (my element at least) engaged the enemy eleven times. Some had gotten wounded pretty bad in the patrol and were removed from the line, and we lost a couple as well. Only one from my element, but the others had taken seven or eight in some of the nastier battles. By the time we'd accomplished what we'd set out to do, every single person in the detachment was beyond exhaustion. To us, it was a miracle when the commander announced that we'd "Done an outstanding job and would be going back to Kandahar." Needless to say, we were happy to be done with our detachment, especially me! I was just about the first one to board the C-130's when they landed for us.
It took four hours to get to Kandahar. I was excited to be back because I hadn't had sex the entire time and Deacon would be more than willing to help me out with my problem. I couldn't wait! I tried not to think about what he and I would do and settle in for sleep, but it's pretty hard to doze off with the roar of four engines in your ears and dirty images of a wolf riding your cock. I had to adjust at least three times to hide the erection in my uniform whenever I thought about locking my dorm room entrance and screwing Deacon silly!
We arrived at Kandahar around 0530. The crew unloaded the plane while everyone slowly disembarked from the C-130. I realized far too late that being the first one to load into the plane meant I was DEAD LAST to get off. I was too eager last night and now I was paying for it. Looking over the shoulders of everyone in front of me I tried to estimate how long I'd be standing, then sighed in frustration and sat down when it looked like ten minutes worth of waiting. I looked through one of the small circular windows across the flightline to keep myself amused. Nothing held my attention until I spotted a group three hundred yards down from our plane.
From where I was the image wasn't its most clear, but I could make out a small formation of troops. It looked to be two flights...with different uniforms than mine, but still American...and they were all at attention. Two figures in front of the group approached each other, saluted, shook hands...then repeated the process with only one of them walking off. I realized it was a change of command ceremony and clucked my tongue. That made sense, but who were those dudes with the uniforms? I looked a little harder, then remembered most of the special forces guys were uniforms with camouflage adopted from the Marines. I didn't know which group, but they all looked like some mean motherfuckers! There didn't look to be a single weakling among any of the species standing in formation.
"Hey, get up Boots! We gotta go." Another airman growled down at me. I turned my attention to him, about to spit a rude remark back, but realized he was right. The thick line of people had finally broken up enough to allow me to comfortably start exiting. I quickly grabbed my rifle and bags, standing up and shuffled over the dusty flight deck and down the ramp. I just followed everybody else and, eventually, made my way to my units pick up point. Two vans and two trucks waited for us, which we quickly loaded our gear into. The group I sat with was eager to be out of the cold wing and into the warm AC of the vehicle. We waited another two minutes for the others and then drove through the multiple checkpoints and off of the flightline.
I was started to zone out the second I had my seatbelt on, but the driver yelled something over his shoulder that woke me right up again.
"Okay, check it out. Everyone will drop off their work gear at the squadron and hustle ass back into the van. We're going over to one of the hangers for a Commander's Call. I don't care if you're tired and neither does the Commander. He wants to -in his infinite wisdom- congratulate everybody right now. I don't know how long it will last, hopefully not forever and a day, but we have to do it. So drop your shit, check in with your supervisors and get back here fast, or I leave you to walk over there and be late. Everybody got it?"
A number of irritated moans and acknowledgements replied back and the driver scoffed. Apparently that was good enough for him.
I, however, couldn't help but stew in irritation. What a bunch of bullshit! After all of our hard work and the long process of coming home, we have to go right fucking now to get a verbal pat on the back. It couldn't have been tomorrow? We can't have at least a few hours of sleep before having to stand in formation again?
"Do these officers out here have any idea how far up their own asses they are?" Someone muttered in the seat behind me. I just shook my head sighed, replying: "Not even close."
We arrived at out squadron compound within ten minutes. We all got out, grabbed our stuff, and shuffled to our designated buildings. The driver hollered: "YOU HAVE FIFTEEN MINUTES TO BE BACK IN THE VAN, OR YOU WILL WALK!" I mentally flipped him the bird and shuffled through the crowd to get my heavy bags off of my shoulders. It didn't take more than a minute to get to my building. I climbed the small stairs in front of the door, breathing fog as I yanked it open and stepped inside. I turned and held the door for two that had started up the stairs behind me. Three more were behind them, but I let the door swing shut since they were further away and I ran out of patience. I walked across the dusty floor and unhooked my bag straps, letting them hit the wooden floorboards with a hollow thud. The others had unhooked their rifle slings and placed their weapons into the rack. I started walking over as well...but never made it.
As I rounded the corner I felt a something grab onto my blouse at the neck and yank me back. The force was so sudden I nearly fell onto my ass! I yelped, but the noise was muffled by the tightness of the material forced against my throat. I felt hot breath in my ear as whatever grabbed me latched onto my belt and forced me to backpedal and keep my balance. Before I even had time to swing the butt of my rifle around and smack whoever had me in a choke hold, I got dragged into the dimly lit bathroom. The door closed behind me. The grip on my blouse released, along with my belt, and I frantically spun around, ready to kill the bastard that had laid hands on me. Human, haji or anthro, it didn't matter; Someone was going to bleed!
My vision landed on a figure that was slightly larger than me. I started to look up through the fur at the face when it closed. I figured it was a male, but when it raised its arms, instinct kicked in and I closed my eyes, expecting a blow to the face. My heart raced as I took a step back to establish some kind of gap between my attacker, but it was way too late. I felt a set of claws reach and clamp onto the back of my skull and-
Pull me into a hard, deep kiss? What the hell?!
I wrenched my eyes open and saw a very familiar pair of wolf eyes looking back at me. It took me a moment to realize I wasn't being attacked at all. I tried to push away, but a growl emanated from the males throat that made me freeze. Then I found myself against the wall, his boy pressing against mine as it struggled to settle my heartbeat. Finally, I pushed again and snarled at my 'attacker.'
"Deacon. You fucking assho-" I started to yell, but didn't get to finish the statement. It's rather difficult to speak when a wolf paw shoots over your mouth, after all.
Deacon, my wolf roommate, motioned for my silence with a claw to his lips. He motioned again, but this time to the others outside, making noise as they threw down their gear and locked their rifles away. I frowned angrily, shrugging at him like he was an idiot. His lips pulled into a smile as he reached for the door knob and pressed the lock in its center.
"I've been waiting for you to come back and there isn't a whole lot of time, now is there?" He hissed, leaning in to press his lips against my ear.
Deacon removed his hand from my face and I took a deep breath to yell at him for scaring the hell out of me. I was going to make him cry for almost making me attack him. Yet, for some strange reason, the words died in my throat. Instead of giving me a chance to speak he dropped to his knees...and deftly undid my belt! I looked down at him as he franticly yanked down my uniform and boxers. Deacon's claws left little marks on my leg which made me wince as he forced them to my ankles. He looked up at me with that impish smile of his and, in one fluid motion, guided my flaccid human cock into his hungry gullet!
It was like flipping a switch. I might have been ready and able to pound Deacon to the floor seconds ago, but now I felt every muscle in my body let go of the tension it had gathered over the past five weeks. The wolfs muzzle was hot and wet; my shaft was at the back of his long muzzle before I even had a chance to breath. He sucked on me quickly, trying to get me fully hard with his rough and eager tongue and my body didn't disappoint. With all of the pent up energy from the assignment and the lurid daydreams I'd conjured up on the transport home, I was rock hard and throbbing eagerly in his maw in seconds!
When my canid friend had my cock at attention he pulled himself off with a quick pop and looked up at me, grinning from ear to wolfy ear. All he offered was a saucy wink up at me before he sucked my cock back into his long mouth and really started to get to work on me.
Now Deacon and I had been playing around for some time before I left. I wasn't huge on doing anything gay before I arrived and me him, but he had quickly changed my view on the subject. From that first night in the shower when he climaxed in my ass and jerked me off with his paw, Deacon had been eager to 'break me in'. He'd cornered me in a couple of places before and, whether I protested or not, worked me until I was a puddle of nerves. In the week just before I left I'd gotten bold and pounced on him behind a mess of shipping containers, but that was the one exception. Every time he initiated something with me, he was the one that was in charge.
Looking down at the wolf now as he started to bob and suckle my cock between his lips, it didn't look like this would end any differently. I watched with eager anticipation as my human cockflesh disappeared into his mouth and moaned as quietly as I could manage when he pressed his muzzle down to the base and tickled my own "fur". I tried to be as quiet as possible, but the sensations traveling through my groin up to my brain were so intense I had trouble managing it. Deacon had enjoyed practicing on me and knew exactly what he was doing!
Then Deacon grabbed me by the balls. Literally.
I felt a hot paw cup and squeeze my tensing orbs, applying gentle pressure as my cock was assaulted by a hungry wolf's tongue. The sensation caught me off guard and I closed my eyes in lusty appreciation. It felt so good that I accidentally let my head fall right back into the wall with a heavy thud. The impact made me see spots for a second, but what's more, I heard footsteps approach from the other side of the door. Someone was coming!
The doorknob rattled and turned, but the lock held it safely in place. My heart jumped into marathon mode and I looked frantically down at Deacon, fear evident in my face about being caught like this. Deacon on the other hand didn't share this fear with me. He just kept bobbing and slurping around my throbbing penis.
"Hey, you okay in there?" A voice called through the wooden door. I nearly blacked out when I realized it was my Flight Sergeant.
I looked down at Deacon again and moved my hands into his furry mane and started to pull. I needed to get him off of me! My breath was coming in shallow gasps and my mind raced for an answer.
"Y-yeah! Its me. I...had to use the bathroom." I replied, trying to mask the quiver in my tone.
"Boots? You don't have time for that! We need to be leaving here real quick, you get me?"
I looked down at Deacon again and whimpered softly, trying to get him to realize I could get into some serious trouble if I caused the van to be late. I tugged again, much harder this time as he dove down on my cock. He didn't listen. Deacon locked eyes with mine and growled quietly. Before I could stop him he'd wrapped his paws around my waist and locked me in place, keeping me from squirming out of his wolfish grasp. He peeled back his lips, revealing all of those sharp canid teeth and, before I could stop him, started working me harder! The sensations invading my thoughts suddenly jumped in intensity and it took all I had to keep from screaming back as I replied to my supervisor.
"Oh g-god!...J-just gimme one s-second, Sir!...I -Ahhh!- think I'm getting cl-close!"
The door knob rattled again as he replied without hesitation. "What? Are you dying in there or something?"
I nearly got the wind back in my lungs to reply; I was going to tell him something in one of the MRE's had messed me up, given me the runs or something. But When I looked into Deacon's eyes, I instantly knew he'd understood the double meaning in my reply. His eyes flashed with lust and the powerful muscles in his neck and arms bulged with excitement. His muzzle rocketed up and down my cock, working it with his tongue, trying to suck me off. That long, hot mouth (the perfect size for a human erection) seized every bit of pink flesh it could and bathed it in warm, thick wolf saliva.
The buzz in my head and the pounding in my ears had distracted me thus far, but when Deacon caught the scent of human cum waiting to be released, his oral ministrations quickly brought my looming orgasm to the forefront. Almost immediately I felt the burning pressure in my balls reach its peak. With every hard suck into his mouth, every swipe of his tongue over sensitive head, every scrape of his teeth along my throbbing cock, I was drawn irresistibly closer to a monster climax.
I couldn't stop myself and moaned through clenched teeth. The voice on the other side of the door said something else and tried to open the door once again, but that was the moment that Deacon decided he wanted his treat. Without warning he slipped one claw between my cheeks. He took his finger and pressed it hard against the ring of my ass, almost penetrating me. The sensation was too much for me to handle and my climax hit me like a baseball bat to my gut.
"I'm cumming -I'M CUMMING!"
The fire in my balls erupted into my cock and rushed into Deacons mouth. His eyes lit up and he clamped down on me with his front teeth. It hurt a little, but his claws and teeth kept me glued in place as I filled his muzzle with my cum. It squirted over and over, coating his tongue before he eagerly swallowed it and awaited more. I climaxed so hard I nearly blacked out! My hands were balled up in his wolf's mane as my seed flowed across his pallet and down his throat. My breath came out in shallow pants as I tried to keep up with the enormously large release of pleasure into my system. I felt those digging deliciously into my side, drawing tiny rivulets of blood as my cum rushed from my swollen cockhead and into his sucking lips.
"Alright! Good! Get your ass moving then. You have three minutes." The voice belonging to my Sergeant announced before quickly stomping away. I barely heard him. My world had devolved into watching my wolf roommate suck down my cum like it was a delicious milkshake!
I finally bent over, panting as Deacon drank the last of my seed. My hands shook as I released his mane and braced them on my knees instead. I looked down at him and almost yelped when he looked up at me and pulled himself off my dick with a lewd wet pop. He grinned wolfishly and quickly lapped up everything he missed, moving from base to tip three times in seconds. He even gave my balls a teasing lick or two!
Deacon finally released me hips and stood back up. I saw a trail of white at the corner of his lips, but he licked it absently away and grinned toothily. He crossed his arms and nodded down to my pants, motioning for me to get dressed. I fumbled with my underwear, pants and belt; numb fingers refusing to work properly after gripping his mane so fiercely seconds before. When I put myself back together and looked back at Deacon he uncrossed his arms and unlocked the door, winking at me one final time before wrenching it open.
"Welcome back, Boots. I have something special planned for you tonight." He growled playfully before stepping out of the bathroom with a happily wagging tail. I heard him open the other door and step outside the building. I couldn't help but stare after him, but then realized I was burning time!
"Fucking hell!"
I ran out, locked up my rifle and flew out of the building across the lot. I made it to the van in time to climb in and receive only a minor tongue lashing from my Sergeant for 'not manning up and holding it together until after the Commanders Call.' I quickly apologized and brought the MRE story out, explaining how badly I was hit by some bad chili, and promised not to do it again. That seemed to satisfy him and he let me settle in for the ride.
I finally relaxed, sat back in my seat, and heaved a sigh of relief. I looked out the window into the dusty road and many buildings of Kandahar and chuckled. Deacon had ambushed me, the son of a bitch! He got what he wanted and nearly made me late from the force of it. I'd have to get him back for that somehow in the future...But what did he mean about planning something special for me? Wasn't giving me the best oral sex orgasm I've had so far enough? When I couldn't find the answer out the window I shrugged and sat back, letting it shift to the back burner for now.
Tonight was going to be an eye opening experience, no doubt about it!