Mike and Jake
A wolf and a fox hook up at a dance club. That's what wolves and foxes do.
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just something little I whipped up after I noticed that it was a very quiet day on SF, and it was a quiet day for me too, so why not?
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"Let's give you what you want then, Mike," the wolf grunted hotly against the fox's ear.
Michael shivered as he felt the wolf's big package rub the small of his back, just above the base of his rapidly flicking tail.
Jacob grunted and pushed the fox onto the messy bed. Michael landed onto his paws and knees like a pro, his tail swishing ever so attractively over his small rear end while he also remembered to whimper a little, just to rile off the wolf even further. Michael was into that kind of shit anyway. He wanted to be shown who was the boss, and who was going to get it.
Hard.
The wolf snorted and by the telltale sound of metal clicking against metal, the fox knew that his plan was a most successful one. His own cock throbbed madly inside his boxers, surely staining the thin fabric with the fox's canine pre. A broad smile split Michael's muzzle in anticipation. The wolf was good.
Jacob stepped forward despite the fact that he still had his jeans around his ankles. The shuffling sounds made the fox's ears flick up and down, much to the wolf's amusement for the brief moment when his eyes weren't fixed on the fox's ass. The wolf smiled evilly just a second before he raised his paw and let it then fall with a loud SMACK on the fox's rump.
"Augh!" Michael whimpered, his tail swishing even more erratically than before.
Jacob laughed. It was a rough sound, just the way the wolf liked it.
"You're a hot little number, Mike", the wolf's paw groped and grabbed over the fox's rump cheeks, still clad in the cloth of his pants.
Michael breathed out deeply.
"Thanks, Jake."
Jacob's fingers stroked over the fox's waistline, searching for the discreet button he was expecting to find there. The wolf, with his huge, dripping eight inches towering out of his groin, frowned in mild frustration when he couldn't find the button from above the fox's tailbase. What a pity. Though he liked playing it rough, he didn't want to ruin Michael's pants while pulling them off the fox's round ass. They looked nice on him, especially since the fox filled them out.
Michael moaned a little, lost in his own private world of pleasure.
"V...velcro," the wolf barely could hear the fox's words.
Jacob chuckled and dipped his fingers under the fox's waistband. Yup. It opened with a loud crackling sound that made his whiskers itch. Almost like fingernails on a chalkboard. Convenient, though.
"Fuck," Jacob grunted.
The wolf snuffled and hooked his thumbs under the now loose waistband before he unceremoniously pulled the fox's pants down, soon followed by his boxers that ended up in the same clothed mess around Michael's knees, on the bed. His tail automatically swung up and out of the way so that the wolf had no trouble visualizing the thickly furred cheeks and the furrow between them. He could already see a hint of pink there.
Jacob's muzzle watered.
Michael's submissive instinct rejoiced at the feeling of heavy paws stroking up his back, pushing the fox's shoulders down. He obliged easily, his ears flat, his face pressing to a pillow, while the posture made most out of his rump, now held up high while the rest of him was down. His curled tail almost tickled his neck. The fox breathed out hotly, bracing for the inevitable spectacle of getting ass-rammed by the wolf. He could already smell the wolf's musk, heavy and thick in the air. Just like his cock. Michael had felt it grinding against his ass while they danced, and then over his belly while they made out.
The wolf's paws never left from his rump.
Right now his paw was somewhere in his jeans pocket, however, the right one, where he didn't have his wallet. Jacob wasn't a fool, and remembered what he had read online. Don't keep condoms in the wallet, they'll wear out. You'll knock someone pregnant accidentally. The wolf had smiled and switched his spare prophylactics into his spare pocket. The plastic square was easy to find from its fold of cloth, along with the small packet of KY jelly, one of those that looked like the little pouches of ketchup you might get with junk food. Jacob placed that gingerly between his teeth and used his fingers for the condom wrapper, for that needed some extra care.
"Hurry," Michael whimpered.
The wolf's chest resonated with a deep rumble as he heard the fox's plead. If his paws hadn't been busy he'd given a good smack for that presented ass, but for now, the fox was safe...just for a little moment more. And he couldn't even say anything sexy, or he might drop the lube. Damn.
The condom was pre-lubed and slipped right down, complete with the pouch for his almost fully hardened knot. The elastic band almost snapped on the base of his cock and locked the plastic thing into place. Jacob gave himself a satisfied stroke and tossed the little sliver of plastic down to the floor. Then he tore onto the lube.
There wasn't a great deal of it, but he got a nice glob onto his fingers which he then unceremoniously pushed between the fox's lush cheeks. Michael bit his lip at the sudden cool sensation over his tailhole, followed by a few strokes from the same fingertips, spreading it and matting the white furs of his taint.
The paw came down on him and he shook.
"That's a nice ass, foxy," the wolf grunted, groping over the lush tush. "Can't wait to fuck it, man."
Michael decided to answer the porn star monologue with a push of his rump against the fingers that were busy lubing him up. The wolf responded with another playful slap.
"Eager shit, heh!" the wolf growled.
"Yes, please," Michael mumbled against the pillow that smelled like the wolf.
Jacob rubbed his slick paw over his cock once more before he decided that the fox was probably as ready as he'd ever get with this kind of preparation, and instead stepped closer. The fox's tail froze when he grabbed its base and tugged.
"Oh yes...eager little ass..."
The wolf maneuvered his tip against the little pink pucker and pushed, just a little, only enough to make sure that the fox knew what he was dealing with. The tail in his grip swished and tickled his arm. Jacob growled in satisfaction.
"Might have to make you beg for it, foxy..." he kept on rubbing his cocktip against the fox's lubed up hole, enjoying how the flesh quivered.
Michael's heart began to race. The wolf really was a find, it seemed. Eager and dirty-minded, just a little bit drunk, and couldn't wait to get his cock inside a tight fox. Perfect.
"F...fuck me Jake," he wasn't beyond begging. Not if it was for the hell of it.
Jacob poked.
"I didn't hear anything, fox," the wolf drawled.
"Fuck me, Jake! P...please, Jake?" the fox shivered noticeably.
Jacob yanked on the tail he possessed, hard enough to draw the fox's ass an inch backwards, into even better contact with the blunt end of his cock. The fox let out a bark of surprise.
"You want it nice and deep until I blow my load in you, Mike?" the wolf grunted impatiently.
Michael wriggled his ass from side to side and pushed backwards, hoping to encourage the wolf to simply put it in.
"Yes, Jake, I want it!"
Jacob let go of the fox's tail and grabbed onto his rump instead, squeezing on the cheek a little so that he would have a better view at what he was about to do.
"Fuck yeah!"
The wolf pushed. He watched how the fox's asshole strained, listened to how he murred and grunted, and felt how the fleshy opening convulsed in determination to keep him out. Jacob was simply encouraged to push more and put his weight to it.
They claim the first inch is the hardest. It was also the best, perhaps, for the two now involved in putting the sausage between the two buns. Michael bit his teeth together and tried to force himself to open up around the wolf's great girth. The wolf felt the fox's innards squeezing on himself and tried to keep himself from simply showing it all in balls deep. It really was so hot and tight.
"Shit..."
As soon as he was halfway in, Jacob began to thrust. The wolf wasn't in the mood for any kind of extra foreplay, not now that he had the fox's hot ass wrapped around his cock. The thrusts were only a couple of inches deep but they came quickly, fast enough to put the wolf's heavy balls into a swinging motion. His ears flicked at the first gasp from the hissing fox when their balls collided. Jacob grinned viciously and pressed on.
"Hmmmm yeah...tight little fox...fox likes...wolf likes...oh yeah...oh shit..."
The wolf began to buck his hips in earnest now, thrusting into his fox at a good pace. He was putting most of his length into it now as well, all the way so that while his cocktip was busy burrowing into the fox's depths, his knot would nudge against the stretched puckerhole and remind the fox who was the boss. The bed was at the perfect height so that Jacob could simply stand on his strong paws and keep going to town at the fox's upturned ass just as hard and fast as he liked. The fox was hot and horny for it, anyway, and he deserved to get all the wolf had to offer. He wasn't about to keep back, either.
"Oh yeah...yeah...little fox...yeah..."
Michael kept moaning as he lay flat on his face and took it like a fox, his own cock spurting pre onto the bed at regularly irregular intervals and making a dark stain. There was little for him to do except to hold on and let the wolf do the job. The fox let out a bark every now and then, to encourage the wolf even further in driving himself in and out of the fox's steaming hot ass. The big cock made a squishy sound thrusting deep into his guts.
"Oh yeah...shit...fuck..."
The wolf adjusted his angle so that he could come down heavily onto the fox's rump, using his own weight and gravity to help force that knot into the tight, quivering hole. Jacob knew that he was close and needed that one extra stimulation until it would be all over.
Michael bit his teeth and surrendered.
"AHGHHH!"
The fox barked and moaned and whimpered when the heat spread as an explosion of pain that suddenly became pleasure when Jacob rammed himself in and mashed Michael's prostate with his knot, now lodged deeply inside the fox's rump. His cock pulsed madly and began to shoot cum in that rapid, pulsing way that the fox was familiar of, when the orgasm happened deep inside him, not in its usual place, concentrated on his red, throbbing member. The wolf had now fucked it out of him.
The smell of cum hitting his nose might have been the trigger, or perhaps it was the extra tightness or the simple horniness of the act, but Jacob felt his balls tingle and he knew that this was it. The wolf bit onto the fox's shoulder when he felt his own orgasm crash through him, making the wolf's muscular frame shake and buck against the fox's lithe frame.
The bedsprings complained.
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