Burdens - Chapter 81: Erupt
#81 of Burdens
Chapter 81: Erupt
Roger gulped audibly. The situation had been different than how he imagined, yet it was what he had hoped for secretly. Being able to watch the wolf was something he figured would never happen, yet now it was being offered up to him.
He argued with himself on whether or not it would be right to accept the proposal, however. He was helping his friend, and that was fine, right? But part of him felt like he was taking advantage of the ignorant wolf. It was a private activity, and he felt that fulfilling his own desires through such a means as this was wrong.
"Th-that's kind of a personal thing, you know?" the fox said. The whole while he had been covering himself with his tail, his own member still fully erect and throbbing from his previous actions. He felt a little dizzy from all of the blushing he had done.
The wolf nodded. "But you just did it," he argued.
"That's... true, I guess. But that was to show you how to do it, 'cause I already knew." Roger nervously began to look for his clothes. It would be best if he dressed himself, he figured.
"I don't want to do it wrong, though," Hunter protested.
The fox responded, "I'm sure you'll, uh, be fine. I just don't want to... um...."
"Am I that bad?" the wolf asked.
Roger was taken aback. "What? N-no, no, that's not it at all." He sat up, keeping his tail on his lap. He put a paw on the wolf's leg and patted it.
"I just don't want to take advantage of you," the fox explained. "It's really a very personal thing, something you do with someone you really like. Although I guess when you do find that someone, you would do other things instead." He realized what he had said and quickly added, "And I was showing you, by example, how to do it, because you... asked me to explain it."
The wolf nodded and smiled softly. He said, "But I like you; you're my best friend."
"Erm... yeah, that's... that's true. But I mean... okay, well, you've seen a few movies by now, right?" the fox asked. When the wolf nodded, he continued, "You know when the main characters kiss and hug and stuff, and they're in love with each other, or at least in the movie they are?"
Another nod, so he continued, "Well, doing stuff like this with... someone else, like as an active participant, can be a bit more intimate than that sometimes. That's why you do it with someone that you really like."
"But if you just watch, then that's different, right? Like when the coach watches us do plays, he just makes sure we're doing it right," the wolf said.
Roger thought about it for a moment. It made sense, but he was trying to figure out if such consent was enough. He explained it as much as he could, and it seemed like the wolf understood. He had to ask him directly. "So... do you really want to do this?"
The wolf nodded. "I want to be able to do it right, or I might injure myself."
"O-okay. Well, let's, uh... switch places." Roger got up while picking up his clothes. His erection had finally subsided a little, enough to mostly go back into his sheath, and he was able to put his pants back on.
Hunter took off his clothes and laid down. Roger sat on the seat and looked at the subject, as it were.
He reaffirmed in his mind just how handsome he found the wolf. He trailed his eyes down the wolf's chest, large and strong; his abdomen, sunken a little, and he could see some of the muscles that were under that fur. His arms he had known to be powerful and yet gentle when the wolf held him in them. He took in the view as his eyes stopped on the wolf's sheath.
It was as he had seen before: larger than his own by far, it looked full and the fur that covered it made it look soft. Below it was the furred sac that he had seen a few times, always of interest to him, its size appropriate to the size of everything that surrounded it.
The wolf moved his paws down as the fox did, watching his own progress. One paw grabbed his sheath and slid it down, showing the red object that the fox now lusted for. It was Roger's first time seeing it, and even while it was flaccid it was still quite large. He fought the primal urges that had snuck into his head.
The wolf's other paw grabbed onto the shaft and began to stroke it. "Like this?" he asked the fox, but he knew the answer immediately as a soft moan escaped his maw.
"That... I didn't think it'd feel like that," he said. He continued stroking it in his paws, and it grew as rapidly as the fox's had. It reached what the fox's size had been quickly, and then surpassed it. It kept growing, it seemed, and then Roger saw the knot beginning to swell up.
Roger commented, "That's... you're... big." He could hardly find the words to accurately describe it. He guessed the size of it was at least ten or eleven inches in length, and about as thick as a can of soda, not to mention the knot being double that. He looked at the wolf's face. He had smiled and folded his ears, embarrassed slightly by the comment, but the pleasure of the activity was much more prominent.
His strokes were slick as a lot of precum had leaked out, some of it having squirted out upon its growth initially, as well.
The fox could smell it, and he could feel himself become aroused once more. He ignored it and watched the wolf work on his own member, and watched as the balls began to contract. He was getting close, it seemed.
Hunter said softly, "Something... is different. Belly feels warm." He had stopped what he was doing to figure out what was going on.
The fox nodded. "Well, that would be the end of it. When you were watching me, you saw all that white stuff come out, that's, uh, ejaculation. Most just call it cum, some use it as a noun, some as a verb, some both. It's, uh... it's the best part."
The wolf nodded and resumed.
The fox had not taken his eyes away as he explained it. Part of him wanted so badly to merely touch it, but he held himself back. It was not his place.
The wolf's sac pulled itself back in again, and unbelievably for the fox the wolf's member swelled up a little bit more. He looked at the wolf's face, and his eyes were shut and his jaw clenched. He could see the wolf's teeth, barred in his mouth, and his breathing was quick and erratic.
Suddenly, white streams erupted from the wolf's member, hitting behind him as well as on his face and chest. Spurt after spurt, it continued on for a bit, the wolf grunting in exertion and pleasure. His hips were bucking forward into his paw in time with every shot.
And just as quickly, it was over. He was left lying there, panting heavily. He looked at the fox and smiled weakly. "Did I do alright?" he asked.
Roger smiled back and nodded. "Yeah. Very well."
The fox grabbed a towel and wiped the cum off the areas behind the wolf where it had hit, and then off the wolf's face and chest. He gave it to the wolf and said, "It's better to get it off now before it dries; it's very hard to get it out when it does."
Hunter wiped it off his fur softly. He regained control of his breathing, and then said, "Thank you for showing me that."
"Yeah, it's... it's no problem. The swelling will go away in a few minutes, and then you should be good. Just uh, try to get some clothes on," the fox said.
As Hunter picked up his clothes and began to tenderly put them on, Roger looked at the discarded towel. He held it in his paw, and when he knew the wolf was not paying attention, he sniffed it softly.
The smell was overpowering, but not in a bad way. He then took a lick of the substance and quickly tossed the towel off toward the hamper, to be rid of the evidence.
The taste was sweet to him, and a little salty. It was a taste, though, he enjoyed. He wished that one day the wolf would allow him to taste it again.