Secret Mens' Business
Pure porny fun.
"Ohhhh fuck please..."
"Hehe patience wolf."
"You smug bastard!"
"Whose cock is dripping into the bed hmm?"
"Fuck!"
"Soon...not yet."
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"
I loved this view of him. An ass end view of a stocky wolf, laid on the bed on his tummy. Pure heaven from the first time I saw it, ohhh must be six months ago now. He didn't work out much, but he played footy on the weekends and jogged a bit, and at thirty he was one serious hunk of wolf , with big broad thighs, muscled calves, a nicely tapered back and big round shoulders. He had one leg slightly up, the other straight out behind him, and it opened his groin up a little, displaying his big set of nuts just resting casually on the sheet, a bushy wolf tail flicking above. The front was fucking hot too but I loved this view the most. Of course, that was partly due to what followed him being on his front naked and begging.
"Hurry up you twisted pony, we don't have that long."
"We've got ages yet Barry, relax. Besides, you know I like to savour your bod."
He groaned but otherwise made no move to resist. He never could resist me anyway; not my fingers, or my tongue, or my cock. Poor little wolfie.
The bed creaked as I moved, straddling his legs, my hands pressed to the sheets beside his paws. I loved savouring, just like I told him. And there was a lot to savour here.
"Ahhhhhh!"
My muzzle found his neck, that ultra sensitive spot right at his scruff and nuzzled, then I licked long and slow tasting sweat. Then down the line of his neck to the spot where shoulder met, and he writhed. Always was sensitive, Barry.
The sound of his whimpering woofs got me going as I journeyed down his back next, along the line of his spine, across a surgery scar from his lower back injury which I love to pay special attention to. Footy was a passion that came with costs, he did the same to my knee reconstruction scar. Sometimes we sixty-nined and just licked everywhere that sport and play and life had hurt, then sucked on sore muscles from the gym and a hot tattoo on a bicep or a pec or licked a sweaty pit and nuzzled the furs there or the rough pubes just above a dripping cock, all the time ignoring dick and balls and ass. Girls never would get that; at least not the ones I knew.
His wagging tail always excited me, being an equine I was used to a more wispy tail except for the dock of course. His had real meat behind it, and I loved feeling it slap against my chest when we fucked, especially the way it went mental and shuddered when he grunted out a big load of cum. He always got a good tail licking afterwards.
"Ohhhhh yeah...that's it Don....there...."
I'd reached the quality time now, just under his tail. I could already smell the heady scent of tailhole in heat, of sweaty wolf crack and cum laden balls. I had to have me some of that.
"Woof!"
He was always so cute when I got to his tailhole. Like a first timer, every time, so surprised and excited. Fuck I loved that.
I gave him an extra long lick, circling his pucker, not penetrating that tight little rosebud just yet, then down his taint to those fat balls while he woofed and whimpered and howled. My cock had spread from its hiding place long before hanging down to the bed and hardening fast. As I moved over him, it rubbed on the sheets, sandpapering the flare of my cock into painful pleasure. Still, I took my time.
Hmmmmm.....balls. His set were sublime. Big, fat, rounded, bulging tight against the skin of his scrotum like they wanted to escape. And a cute line of fur, like a brown fuzzy Mohawk between those balls, the happy trail extending up his taint to his tailhole in a delicious line of soft fur. I licked that trail, feeling the tickle of fur against my flexible lips, then sucked his balls into my muzzle and worked them over while I teased his pucker with one blunt fingertip. The stink of needy wolf grew; I could almost hear his tailhole begging. His muzzle was louder though.
"Please! Do it...come on, I want more than one...fuck! Now! Ahhhhh!"
How can anyone resist a needy wolf stud?
I reached for the bedside table, palming the condoms and lube. He turned his head, looking back at my preparations with wild hungry eyes and a ferocious muzzle full of teeth drooling and panting.
"About fucking time!"
I slapped his ass, hard, and he got the message, resting his head on the pillow and gripping the sheets with powerful paws, the claws digging into white cotton. Eight hundred threadcount Egyptian cotton; apparently, also resistant to horny wolf guy claws. Should give that feedback to the manufacturers.
My stallion maxi slipped on, taking a few practiced strokes to get into proper position, then I upended the bottle of lube, coating a generous layer of slick goodness on my stallionhood. I remembered the days as a stupid teenager before I discovered lube. No wonder so few guys wanted a second dose of horsecock back then; it must have fucking killed.
Not now though; now I had a wolf stud who begged for more. I bent down, as if to slick up his ass, but couldn't resist a little snack first.
"Ahhhhh! Ohhhhhfuck....shiiiit....yessssssss!"
One long flexible stallion tongue worked its magic. His pucker parted, unwillingly, and I burrowed inside, worming my thick organ deeper and then lapping at his insides, coating his tunnel with saliva and relaxing the taut muscles of a needy anus. His pucker glistened, winking and twitching, and it tasted so good, musky and dank. God how I had missed a musky ass.
I knew we didn't have that long though, so I quickly replaced tongue with fingers, coating his opened hole with lube, letting my fingers probe deeper and seeking out his swelling nut. A few good strokes before we started made the little ball of nerves and flesh swell and throb against my flare, drawing my cock like a beacon. That feeling never got old.
He was still in the same position, one leg up a little, one back, flat on his belly, when I threw the condoms and the empty lube to one side and slithered over his body like a stallion snake. All those muscles now rested against mine, front on back, pecs on shoulders, hips on ass, thighs rubbing against thighs, hooves on footpaws. He curled his paws, raking the claws along my fetlocks and tensed. My flat cockhead touched his ready anus, waiting a moment to let the pucker stop clenching in reflexive need for protection.
"Ohhh...OHHH...OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
I took him slow, resting over his body. My hands found his paws and we clenched fingers, and I breathed on his scruff, teasing his silver and black hairs. Just the flare inside, and the top of my shaft, I waited, rotating my hips to move my cock inside him, corkscrewing into his ass and inch at a time.
After a long slow taking, he was mine, my stallion orbs resting on his fuzzy wolf nuts. I could feel them rolling in his bag. Then I wrapped my lips around the tip of his left ear and nibbled, distracting him while I pulled back to the flare, hips poised above his broad muscled ass.
"How hard do you want it Barry?"
"Fuck! Just....ahhhh...no prisoners...I need it good...gotta last a while..."
"Hehe...you're always a fucking sucker for punishment when you're horny Baz"
I whinnied and thrust, burying to the hilt in his ass, my balls slapping into him, spearing into the depths of his body and claiming his guts for my flare. Fuck he howled, and shook, but he still begged for more. Sexy fucking bastard. I let him have it like he wanted. No prisoners. No quarter given, or asked for.
Stallion cock pistoned into raw ravished wolf ass, the sounds of rough male fucking filling the room, the squelch of cock sliding in and out of well lubed ass, the hard slap of body on body, the deep grunts and groans of guys in heat. The words too, needy, cajoling, they never got it right on those pathetic yifftube vids. You could tell it when it was real, when a guy wanted his ass bred deep and hard and merciless, the cock inside taking him back to the primal guy brain. Not a cry, more a sigh, a groan, like a symphony of fucking heat not a one note babble of too many words that never rang true like "Oh yeah fuck my twinky ass stud yeah fuck me so deep stud your cock is so good." It always came out with as much genuine emotion as Stephen Hawking's voicebox.
Barry was a fucking musician of real rut. His muzzle opened, and out came a sighing howling hiss of lust and need, cries of 'soooo deep', 'more', 'fuck', all sounding like his last words on Earth. His long pink tongue lolled on the pillow, leaving a pool or wolf drool. I bent down to his shoulder to bite and nip and powerfucked that deep hot inviting hole for all I was worth.
I felt him go slack under the assault, his body just taking it not fighting, his ass trying desperately not to clench and lose the pleasure. His little wolf nut called, and I found it, shifting my angle to nail it on each thrust. He could only grunt now, his body shaking on each new penetration, and his fingers clenched mine hard enough to hurt. I loved that; guy fucking should test the limits. We were made for it.
He howled again, a long undulating howl I now knew well, and his ass clamped down hard. I smelt his cum nice and tangy in my nostrils, and I nickered and plowed on, wanting my own ending but not quite ready yet.
Poor Barry was pleading now, his ass wanting a rest after his orgasm, feeling each hard thrust too much. A stallion doesn't stop once he is in the rut though. Barry knew that, so he hung on being piledriven into the bed.
"Ugh...ugh...ugh...ohhh....fuck.....fucking.....finish....you....fucking...pony....AHHH!"
I gave him my all, slamming in to the hilt and burying my muzzle in his soft ear. I whispered, and laughed, and told him how fucking hot his ass was, and how much I was going to wait and make him pay while he howled and moaned and begged. Hot as fuck, when he begged, a big muscled wolf stud with tatts and a musclegut reduced to a needy slut pup. That pushed my buttons, and my cock pulsed in his ass.
I let rip with a window shaking whinny, breeding my wolf's ass. My good little mare, and I told him so as each new thrust delivered a fresh flood of stallion cum into the condom. He whimpered, head flat on the pillow, ears flat to his skull.
"Such a good needy bitch."
His eyes snapped open, with a glint of something wild inside them.
"What the fuck did you say Don?"
"Hehe good needy bitch...yelp!"
He twisted his torso under me, bringing a snarling muzzle to mine.
"Yeah? You are such a cocky pony Don. How do you think you would go hey? Bitch?"
"I..umm...I mean..."
"Took your fucking time about it...now I'm all horny again and you're spent. We won't have time for another round before we have to go you smart arse."
He pushed back with his hips and his powerful ass, forcing me off his back and out of his hot sweet ass as he turned around to face me. My face burned, watching a sudden transformation. Stud wolf was back, and needy in different ways. I had found a new Barry, not one I had seen so far. I was the dom in our little sessions. There seemed to be a little change of plans though...
One paw gripped my cock, still semi hard inside the rubber, and he ran a claw along the underside while I bit my lips and moaned quietly inside. He saw though, and gave a feral wolf grin.
Suddenly, those big paws were on my shoulders, pulling me down to the bed, laying me where he had lain just before, but I was on my back. One big paw gripped my fetlocks and pulled them up opening my ass up to the breeze. The other jacked his angry red wolfcock, coating the fingers in cum.
"Aghhhhh!"
Now it was my turn to cry out like a bitch. He stuffed my tailhole rough and fast, before I could protest or adjust, and spread his fingers wide to strain the walls of my tunnel. I whinnied in submission now, my ears flattened and eyes rolling as the wolf had his turn.
He looked hesitant for a moment though.
"What's...what's wrong?"
"I don't have any wolf condoms. We've only got your stupid pony type ones."
"Won't they work?"
"Nah...needs a knot."
"Shit! Um...Barry...do you play around...with any other guys?"
"Not since uni. You?"
"Same...um...maybe we can forget...you know..."
The wolfish grin was back, and he jacked his cock with purpose, the red tip pulsing and dripping clear precum. He found the discarded bottle of lube, finding just enough to coat his thick wolf meat and the bulbous ball of his knot, already swollen with need. I licked my lips, a little anxious. I hadn't had a guy in years... and the last time I got tied was in highschool, and my ass then...ohhhhhh fuck.....
I didn't have time for second thoughts though. My legs were raised high, over those broad shoulders, and I had a perfect view of his tapered torso as he knelt between them, wolfcock twitching in anticipation as he lined up with my tailhole.
"Time for my horsey ride Don...ready to see who's the bitch now?"
"Ohh...ffffff....ahhhhhhhhhhh!"
God it stung, that thick shaft making my unwilling tailhole spread and burn like a bastard. He clamped his paws down on the bed next to my shoulders, and used the leverage to control his penetration, inching inside in one continuous thrust, never pulling back, occasionally waiting a moment as my quivering ass threatened to bust. The glint in his eyes was sexy as fuck though, and it broke into a full on victory grin when his knot plugged against my tailhole and stopped, hilted as much as he could for now. Then he began to rock, then a little harder, and soon he was thrusting wildly at speed and I was begging and panting and nickering like a virgin.
"uh uh uh uh uh uh."
All he could manage were soft grunts, the sensation and the force of our fuck holding him tight. He had his head straining forward like he was bench pressing his maximum, neck muscles corded, muzzle locked in a snarling grimace, eyes close, a line of sharp wolf teeth gleaming and dripping saliva on my chest. His ears pointed forward, and his tail was rotating like a propeller. His shaft pummeled my tailhole without mercy, and he began to growl, baring his fangs.
I couldn't resist, and bent forward to take his muzzle, burying my tongue to the throat and kissing with consuming heat. He responded, our first ever kiss. Sometimes guy sex is just a fuck. Sometimes a kiss is just an extension. This was one of those times, another penetration, another wild hard wet needy thrust and play of skin on skin. His paws gripped the sheets, digging in and shearing through with a rending tearing sound that made my ass quiver in sympathy, expecting the same sound from my tailhole any second. I was being bred, taken, marked by wolfcock.
Then I screamed into his muzzle as he thrust extra hard and tied me, my poor pucker burst wide and gaping under the intrusion, a pulsing wolf knot buried in my opening and rutting into my body. My scream turned, becoming wilder and hungrier as his cocktip prodded my pony nut, and a few more grinding shallow thrusts brought us both off, my cock still covered in condom, his bare to coat my insides with his spunk.
We lay together panting and shaking for the moment. I could feel his balls on my perineum, the silky line of fur between them ticking my naked pony taint. We kissed again. This one wasn't all about sex though, as we took our time.
"Bleep! Bleep! Bleep! Bleep!"
"Ahhhh fuck!"
"Shit!"
He slapped the alarm clock with a paw, sending it flying off the bedside table onto the floor and growled like an angry wolf. I just laughed at him.
"You got your second cum Baz...whats the problem?"
"I wanted some cuddle time. But it's no skin off my muzzle I guess...you're the one who's going to regret it the most bitch."
I realised what he meant a fraction too late, the still bulging knot killing as it pulled out of my tailhole with a 'thlock'. I bit my tongue and whinnied a little strangled yelping whinny which made him laugh even more, sexy bastard.
He ran one paw over my tailhole, wincing as he surveyed the damage. It felt good, soothing the burn, and my cock started to harden again. He slapped my ass and dropped my legs.
"No time. Fuck you are one horny dude. Just my type. That's gonna sting though...count on it."
I realised he was right as we showered, the water trickling into my taint and over my hypersensitive tailhole making me gasp. One big wolf paw soaped my crack, bringing a tingling to the mix that I had to ignore if I didn't want to be hard and unsatisfied again.
We talked about football to avoid the need to fuck our brains out again. We were running late.
*****
They had broken up already when we arrived, the girls all on the road outside Sarah's house talking and waving and hugging and exchanging plates formerly covered in sandwiches and cupcakes. It looked like they had a good afternoon at least.
My wife Mandy smiled and beckoned me over. She was with Barry's wife Rhiannon. The wolfess and the mare were talking twenty to the dozen, as were most of the group of ten women. They had probably been out here for twenty minutes. For women, getting ready to leave after an afternoon together was a process not a single point event. Half an hour was the minimum.
"Hey...how was the book club this time?"
"Great! We did 'The Book Thief'. Most of us enjoyed it, though Rhia wasn't impressed."
The wolfess hugged her wolf stud and gave a half smile and a shrug.
"Not my thing. Barry would know though, don't you Barry?"
The wolf gave her a return grin and nodded.
"More into Twilight my lovely."
There was general laughter at that, and a shriek from Rhia. Lissa, a tall pantheress, took up the joke.
"I don't blame you Rhia. Just imagining this big hunk...any werewolf in his makeup?"
Baz bared his teeth in mock snarl and drew delighted catcalls from the assembled girls. I just smiled knowingly. That muzzle was seriously talented, werewolf or no werewolf. It certainly had the power to bring things out in me.
"So Mandy...you never did tell me what your guys do when we have our little afternoons together. I can just imagine the things that big stallion of yours could do."
My wife stepped up to hold me in her arms possessively. No one could make her jealousy reflexes kick in quite like Lissa.
"These two head to the pub and watch sport, so boring. What about yours?"
"My Malcolm plays golf. I hate golf, such a waste of a good walk. So Don...what did you see?"
It took me a moment before I regained my senses. Luckily Baz was on the ball.
"Football replay only I'm afraid."
There were universal groans from the girls.
"You guys and your sport. I don't believe it. Personally, I think you were off doing something stupid like skydiving or lighting your own farts like in college or drumming naked in the woods."
Baz just grinned at that.
"Yep. Secret mens' business...we could tell you, but we'd have to kill you."
The party was finally breaking up, all the couples heading for their cars and waving and exchanging goodbyes. I caught sight of something though, a stare that registered on my equine danger senses. I looked to the side and saw Lissa, staring oddly at me, her expression unfathomable.
Before I could work out what it was, I felt Baz behind me. He bent to whisper in my ear.
"Dude! Your ass..."
"What?"
"Your ass!! It's...wet. Visibly...obviously, if you know what I mean..."
I tried to reach round discretely, but there is no such thing as fondling your own ass discretely. Lissa's ears poked skywards. I could feel it too...my pants were damp, and my rump felt...sticky...
"Holy shit. The last fuck you gave me...the tying, must have jammed my ass open. All your cum, its..."
I heard a sort of mixed laugh, cough and grunt.
"You are such a good bitch Don...suuuuuuch a good bitch..."
"Bastard"
Well, I had discovered an unexpected pitfall from barebacking.
In the car, Mandy hummed along to the radio while we headed into traffic. She looked like she wanted to say something, but couldn't quite make herself do it. I froze, wondering if she had seen my ass.
"Um...Don..."
"Yes?"
"I need to ask you something."
Oh fuck.
"Yes?"
"Well, the girls and I...we want to make our book club sessions every two weeks instead of every month, and I wondered if you would have a problem with that?"
Phew.
"Um...no...no problem. No problem at all."
"Awww thank you honey. You're the best. Besides, you always seem to enjoy your 'secret mens' business.'"
"Yeah. I do."
My ass twitched as I drove, a wide grin over my muzzle. I made a mental note to pick up some canine condoms, just in case dommy wolf made another appearance. And then another thought struck me.
"Um...darling..."
"Yes Ponykins?"
"Ahh....we need to go shopping for sheets again..."