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For him, it always started at home, and this time was no exception. It had been years since he came out of the closet to his family and, by extension, his pack, but even so his father tried relentlessly to find him a new pack. Good fucking luck. If his parent's and siblings' pack refused him, so would almost every other. Those that might would undoubtedly have strings attached. That never stopped his father from trying, to his seemingly infinite embarrassment.

Today was just another ordinary day that was predictably interrupted by someone from a new pack getting the opportunity to come in with hopes of a new member, and leave disgusted and disturbed. However, he never ceased to have fun sizing himself up to them and glaring lustily at them until they squirmed. His green eyes could sometimes scare himself at night if he went into his bathroom and saw their reflection before turning on the light, where they still stood out plainly against his grey fur. This wolf was black as night with red streaks streaming through his fur and eyes muddy brown; and apparently he thought this was informal, unlike every other wolf that had walked through those doors. Considering that he wasn't wearing a shirt.

"Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Jackson, and may I call you Jason?"

"Feel free to." Was the wolf's honest reply.

"Sweetie, this is Michael Ericson." His mother whispered in his ear.

"Let's go into the living room, the Mrs. made homemade peanut brittle and she said I couldn't have any before you got some." Jason's father said. The living room was an L-shaped couch pointed at the TV and a coffee table with the family's pack's coat of arms. In fact, it was so decorated with pictures and presents from their pack that Jason hardly ever spent time in it.

"So Jason, why did your family's pack kick you out?" Michael said.

"'Cause I'm gay." He said while eyeing Michael's chest.

"Is that all?"

"Afraid so."

"Any skills you think you could contribute to my pack?"

"I think you'll find me to be rather imaginative." Jason said, sliding his hand around where Michael was about to sit before using it to grab a piece of peanut brittle, his parents none the wiser. "You seem to have a fairly tolerant pack, do you let dogs in?"

"Only those few that can pass initiation, along with other qualifications; speaking of which, you will have to pass one, though it won't be as hard as a dog would have to face."

"Was that an acceptance?" Jason's eyebrow rose high. His parent stared at each other and then at Michael.

"When would you like to start?"

"Am I free to leave if I don't like it?"

"Everyone is free to leave the pack at any time, and we can begin your initiation anytime."

"Then why don't we do it now?" Jason said.

"Are you willing to come with me to the den?"

"Yeah."

"Then let's go." Michael said, getting up and walking towards the door with Jason on his heels and his parents smiling with a confused look about them, but only got angry after they saw that Jason left his peanut brittle on the couch.

The car ride was nerve-racking. Michael didn't have the radio on and wouldn't let Jason turn it on. Moreover, Jason had caught Michael staring glancing at him. The car twisted and turned through parts of the city Jason had hardly ever been through, but Michael knew his way around well enough that they never had to stop at a single stoplight. Bland buildings came and passed like dirt specks in a river while the faceless fursons seemed to stand still.

The car stopped behind a duplex on the rim of the city's inners. Jason tried to open the car doors but found them still locked. He faced Michael, who was studying Jason like he might never see him again, and Michael grabbed Jason's left leg near the kneecap.

"We don't allow shirts to be worn in the den; just leave it in the car." Jason just stared deep into Michael's eyes, wishing that he could read minds.

"You're lying."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are. You just want to see me without a shirt; you're attracted to me aren't you?"

"No, no, and no. now take your sh-"Jason took the opportunity of an open muzzle to kiss the dark wolf deep, sending his tongue darting through it. Michael's was quick to fight the incoming intruder, wrestling it and exploring Jason's muzzle. They pulled back from each other slowly, and Jason's eyes were quickly followed by his paws when Michael's tented shorts came into view. Michael unwittingly murred as his package was being attended to.

"I thought you were attracted to me, and now I'm gonna use it to my advantage." Jason pulled Michael by his shorts into the backseat of the car. "Just relax and let me take care of that for you."

Michael didn't really have a chance to answer the rhetorical question because Jason's paw had his muzzle clamped shut, but that didn't stop him from moaning when Jason pulled back his shorts to let his hard-on into the free air. Or for that matter, when Jason started lick his cock head in concentric circles. Jason never let his paw up off of Michael's muzzle, reverting to using his other paw to fondle both the darker wolf's balls and tail-hole. And when Jason took the head into his maw and his cheeks caved in from the suction, Michael started to lick Jason's paw that he had on his muzzle.

"Want something to suck on for yourself huh?"

Michael just nodded as best as he could beneath Jason's paw. He tried to look down when Jason's muzzle didn't return to his cock, only to find the paw was pushing him to lay down on the seat. He complied and soon found the paw replaced by the red cock Jason had. Michael eagerly accepted the offer and slid his muzzle around the cock, noticing it was thicker and longer than his own, a little. Jason once again downed onto the darker wolf's cock, intentionally pushing his cock further into Michael's muzzle. Michael gagged and slapped him reprimandingly on the ass, but Jason just tried to sweep off the hand with a few swoops of his bushy tail, and then he increased his speed, causing Michael to snort air out of his nose rather than pant like he normally would.

Noisy slurps echoed throughout the small car; squishy, wet sounds that seemed to get louder and louder as time marched on undisturbed, and Jason began to notice that Michael was thrusting up minutely, trying to encourage Jason to speed up further, and his knot was starting to form, or in other words, he was getting close to his climax. Figuring that he was well lubed enough, he heaved himself off of Michael and swiftly moved so his face could plainly see Michael's.

"This isn't your first time, is it?"

"Now why would you want that information?"

"So I know how gentle to be." Jason said and shoved his cock against Michael's tail-hole for emphasis. "Well?"

"How did you say it? Feel free to, right?" Michael smirked, and his smirk was soon mirrored by Jason. Jason promptly pushed his way into Michael's tail-hole, with nearly inaudible gasps from the pair. Michael murred again as Jason began pumping his cock in and out of him immediately. Michael was tight, like he hadn't been fucked in a while, and Jason's knot was already forming because of it. Michael, however, was happily panting away as he was being used; his knot wasn't growing as fast as Jason's was. Displeased by that, Jason, while he still furiously pounding Michael, bowed his back and brought his muzzle back down onto the red cock still in the air. Michael moaned loud and tensed his body, a thank you to Jason.

Jason held Michael's torso for support as he both fucked and sucked Michael. His tongue attacked the head of the red cock while he sucked out the pre, and his cock was prodding Michael's prostate; Michael was moaning regularly enough that you could almost set a watch to it. Jason suddenly sped up, and he shifted his weight so he could squeeze Michael's knot with a paw. His thrusts became longer as he tried to tie Michael, while still convincing the cock in his mouth to reach its climax. One thrust nearly got it, the knot reaching almost half-way in, and the next thrust slid in all the way in with a pop. Jason grunted around the cock in his mouth but still kept sucking, and soon got the reward of cum spurting out.

"...I wish you hadn't of tied with me," Michael said while he was panting, "It'll complicate your initiation."

"Meaning?"

"You know I can't tell you, or at least I hoped so."

They had been waiting for nearly an hour. The packleader had sent the summoning at 10:23; the time was now 11:19. Conversations had been going on and off, and many would have left if it wasn't the packleader's summoning. A few were already kissing and groping in corners to pass the time, others were sleeping on the couches in the living room where they were gathered, still others were just glaring at the front door angrily or listening to their IPods. The only dog there had brought his portable DVD player and was watching a Dalmatian get the hell pounded out of him by a dragon.

The dog looked around the room, pausing his porn. Everyone looked irritated, like they had somewhere extremely important to be, and wondered if they were all here yet, he tended to be left out of the loop considering that he was not only a dog but the lowest member of the pack. Larry, the grey wolf; Ben, the one that had his white fur dyed in the shape of a lion (his first boyfriend); Rodger, whose fur was colored like chocolate; Billy, the black wolf; John and Dan, the twin arctic wolves and also the ones groping in the corner; himself, a black and white husky mutt; and the packleader was missing! 'Michael was his name I think' the dog thought, smiling. Thus it was obvious why everyone was waiting. However, from his past experiences he knew that almost every time that the packleader summoned everyone; it was for something much better that being fucked by a dragon.

A knock on the door snagged everyone's attention, followed by mutterings from behind it. Ben was the one to open the door. Michael and Jason trotted in shirtless like the rest of them, and both of them carried smiles on their muzzles. Everyone was silent, the glares of earlier had found their intended target-Michael.

"Why have you kept us waiting so long? Did you expect us to wait around for you forever?" a white wolf said.

"It's not all my fault; Jason here tied me rather unexpectedly." Michael rebutted. Jason blinked; he had never heard people talk about sex direct and openly. A chill ran down Jason's spine when he noticed that the glares shifted to him. 'This is either really good or really bad.' He thought.

"Well," the white wolf started. "The rules clearly state that the admission of a new packleader trumps all other priorities. I would like to assume you told him everything, right?"

"And spoil the fun? Hell no!" Michael said while throwing his arm around Jason's shoulders. "I believe it's always more fun like that. I thought you knew at least that much about me." Michael slammed the door with his footpaw, and another chill sparked down his spine. Michael reached his paw out to undo the recently buttoned pants on Jason before undoing his own. Once again his hand returned, but this time to pull down the white underwear. Jason merely felt the second time Michael's hand brushed against him, because he was busy staring at the others stripping, and his cock pulled free of its sheath. A happy surprise struck Jason next, they were all guys.

The white wolf and Michael picked Jason up, and carried him to the living room. The other wolves made themselves into a line in front of him. First was a grey wolf, he smirked and stepped behind Jason, and then hiked Jason's tail up and started licking his tailhole in swirling movements. Jason gasped; the wolf had definitely had practice at this before. The next were a pair of arctic wolves, holding each other by the waist. They each grabbed a leg and their tongues began bathing his feet, a rather unexpected pleasure for Jason. He giggled and yanked back his feet as their tongues tickled his soles.

A black wolf and a black and white husky quickly followed each other, and they each headed for an armpit, yet another new experience for Jason. Their cold noses heavily contrasted their warming tongues, and the deep breaths they were taking tickled his armpit fur, causing giggles to mesh with his moans again. All the while he suspected for his cock to be left unattended. It wasn't. the white wolf from the 'greeting' at the door slinked his way into a position where he could take all of Jason's cock into his warm maw, and Jason thought he couldn't cry out any louder. Until the grey wolf at his tail-hole decided that now would be a good time to enter into his anus with his tongue, the cries were loud enough to be heard by anyone in a mile radius.

"Sounds like someone is enjoying himself." A chocolate wolf said. The chocolate wolf was leaning over his chest when Jason opened his eyes, and then he realized that his whole body was being held horizontally by the furs beneath him. The chocolate wolf just smiled as he bent lower and lower, and soon licked Jason's nipple, only to nibble on it seconds later. Jason tried to moan again. However, he couldn't. Sure he could perform all the necessary physical actions, but no sound came out. Michael took the opportunity to kiss Jason long and hard, and the chocolate wolf squeezed his other nipple with a paw.

The cornucopia of stimuli was overwhelming. Michael's kissing could give him a hard on, fact proven, so adding all the other things on top of it made his knot form faster than ever before. The one at his right footpaw was suckling his big toe and kneading the arch in his footpaw with his thumbs; the one held his left footpaw was wriggling his tongue in between his toes and then tormented the arch of his footpaw with slow, faint licks. The wolf at his tail-hole still had his tongue in, and it was stroking his prostate; the wolf's hand squeezed and massaged his ass as well. Jason would have squirmed and pushed his rump back to try and get the tongue further in, but there was the white wolf he first saw here still sucking on his reddish cock. That wolf's tongue paid most of its attention to the cockhead, quite often stopping and trying to suck more pre out while lightly tugging. Other times the whole muzzle would encase it and put pressure against the underside.

Being silenced by Michael's kissing, he could hear every moan of the group; well, of those that could moan. The grunts that the wolves at his cock and tailhole were making, while erotic, were a lot quieter that those merely bathing their chosen parts of his body with their tongues. However, even those moans were distorted by the franticly working tongues. He couldn't hold himself back any longer, his solo will against eight was an uneven match; he wrenched free of Michael's kisses and panted hard.

"Oh god..., I'm gonna, ah!, gonna!-" he trailed off as the entire octet of canines hurried their movements and Michael once again found his muzzle. Under the manipulative care of the group, his climax charged forward. His toes curled, his tail-hole clamped shut-entrapping the tongue, and his back arched as he shot his seemingly endless load into the warm, sucking muzzle around his cock. Giving up on returning Michael's kisses while he came, he panted into Michael's muzzle, and then listened to the new sounds he heard. No one had stopped what they had been doing. There was a fapping sound too, one that had been missing before. He suddenly realized that they had denied themselves of their own pleasure until his was taken care of, and the very thought sent his dick back to half mast. Well, either that and/or all the things they were doing to him.

Something fluidic hit him then, like someone had just finished pleasuring himself, and the dog at his left armpit was panting even harder than before as his licks slow to a creeping pace. One by one the rest slowly ended up shooting their seed onto Jason. As the whitish liquor started matting his fur, Michael started to pant heavier, and Jason caught a devilish thought.

"Why don't you let me finish that off for you?" he smirked.

"No, no I-"Michael started.

"Oh come on, I'm thirsty." Jason griped as he snatched Michael's cock and let his tongue be abrasive on the head. The reward was quickly taken as Michael's familiar scent was running down his throat once more, to the pleasure of them both, because just then Jason ejaculated once more and it hit the inattentive muzzle nearest his cock. It wasn't nearly as much as the second time that night, however.

They helped Jason back up to his newly cleaned feet, wobbly as he was on them. Somehow feeling a newfound sense of pride, he stared into each pair of eyes; he noted every feature about them he could see and wish that he knew their names. A smile stole his face at the thought of what had happened; he felt rejuvenated and ready to run a marathon.

"Wow guys, that was awesome, how often does that happen?"

"Not often enough," replied the chocolate wolf.

"Then come on, let's go again!"

"I think you might want a nap first." A twin said.

"Nonsense! I feel like I could...do...um...that...for-" Jason said as he fell to the floor, asleep before he hit the ground.

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Yay! first story! all comments are welcome and constructive critisim is asked for!