I Know You Want Me
Kindling the love of your life in summer is great, but what about reviving old flames?
I Know You Want Me.
The car garage I strode into smelled thickly of gas and other lubricants. The concrete was still warm under my paws from the beating it took today. Geez, was it hot here or what during the summer. Something about the beach town kept me coming back.
My tail swayed behind me as I took another swig of beer, cleaning my lips of the foam with my tongue. This one was a little too light and nutty for my taste, give me a Belhaven's Best any day.
Col was supposed to be working tonight. My ears flicked forward to catch the shrill noise of a sand blaster working metal down. It echoed fiercely through the garage so I couldn't tell if it was just one or more.
The muggy darkness was dashed aside by the floodlights and I wanted to get out of my jeans. They tend to bunch up in my crotch and grab me in all the wrong ways when I walk long distances. It was worth it. If I played my cards right, I was going to get grabbed the right way.
"Col?" I called out into the garage, leaning around the cement wall. Inside, only a few cars were left from the day and one had the hood open, a gaping, toothless maw. The entire place was played by the symphony of machinery, the wind section made up of industrial size fans and the percussion was the clink of tools.
Col was just finishing up another car.
The tall wolf was a little on the lanky side, but that's how I liked them. My eyes followed his paw as he pushed up the goggles he wore to flash me that killer smile of his. Pup-ish good looks paired with a devilish grin were a devastating combo. Col was ever popular with the folks.
I still remember meeting him. In summers long gone, I vacationed here in this town and met this wolf lounging at the edge of a beach party. He was having a smoke so we sat and chatted for a while. I took him for a band member that was waiting for his girlfriend. It surprised the hell out of me when he offered to blow me.
"Ian, hey! It's been wicked long, man. How've you been?" He pulled off his thick leather gloves and set them on the table. I approached first, closing the distance over the flat ground and side-stepping some rather large tools scattered about.
"I just rolled back in and wanted to surprise you. Surprise!" I replied and grinned. He wore a close-fitting T-shirt and jeans. The shirt framed him very well, stretching across his chest, and the jeans grabbed his crotch and offered it up to the world. Thank whomever was up there for that cut of jeans. Damn.
"I brought you some beer for old time's sake. Take a break with me!" With a conspiratorial wink, I set the six-pack on the table beside the grinder and dusted my paws off. Col removed the goggles completely and brushed his mohawk out. He was such a punk. It was rare to catch him without his traditional "fuck society" garb, but this was work after all.
Laughing, Col snagged a bottle, easily popping the top off with a practiced table-edge maneuver. "Good thing it's so late. I'd be fucked if my boss came and saw me drinking on the job." He huffed and sat on the table, taking a sip.
"Don't you work for your family?" I leaned against the table across from him. He smelled of sweat and grease. "What're they gonna do--fire you? They need you for this job."
"Yeah, fuck 'em anyway."
Col's ears flicked and he scratched a paw across his chest, burping deeply in his throat. We caught up as we drank. The few beers I had on the way over were making everything warm.
"So, are you seeing anyone?" I met his eyes, putting the smolder in my own.
"Me? Naaah. There's really no one here for me. Still flying solo."
I stood up and placed my paw on the table, sweeping aside some shavings. "Same old Col, huh? Lone wolf?"
"How long have you been saving that one for?"
"Oh, years. Ya know."
We both laughed and I walked around the table, dragging my paw along the edge.
"Summer always reminds me of you, you and that beach." The distance closed between us. "You want another round?"
The wolf leaned forward and gave the garage a once-over, glancing from one end to the next.
"Yeah! I mean, if you're cool with it and all."
Oh, I was cool with it. I've been wanting to grab a hold of this wolf and make him howl all spring. So, he was going to play cautious? That's fine. I can play the seducer.
I showed him how cool with it I was.
Moving in front of him, I leaned forward, pressing my body into his. Since he was taller, that put his crotch at stomach level for me. I was already rock hard from a few seconds ago. My cock ached in my jeans and his legs didn't quite do it for me. The signal was clear how I felt as his grin widened. Fuck, he was gorgeous.
His paws encircled my waist and pulled me into him as he lowered his muzzle to meet mine. Col's lips parted and I deepened the kiss, grabbing the back of his head with my paw and running my claws through his headfur. I made sure not to mess up that mohawk.
His scent and the wetness of saliva blocked out the world and I could've sworn I heard the ocean. We rocked back and forth and I sucked in breath when I could. His lips were soft and tasted good as I ran my tongue along his fangs. We broke apart and my paws moved immediately to his fly, pulling the zipper down: the noise of winning.
"Woah, hey!" Col laughed and steadied my paws with his. "Right now? Someone could walk in on us. I thought you'd want to drive back to my pad. There's a bed, more beer, some weed if you're up for it." His eyes were bright as he looked down at me. I noticed that his body wasn't up for waiting. A generous bulge poked out, covered in the last layer of cloth between us.
"What? Are you scared of someone seeing?" I teased my claw through the stretchy band of his boxers. "I don't like waiting."
He seemed to debate this, tongue moving inside of his cheek. I watched his ears flick, and his chest rise and fall with excited breathing. I removed my paws from the danger zone.
"I could leave." I stuck my tongue out and stood up, turning away. The wolf snagged me into his arms and his firm chest squeezed against my shoulder.
"Hey, your time is up!" I laughed and pushed at him.
"I know you want me." Col breathed into my ear and the fur on the back of my neck stood on end.
"Yeah? So let me do what I came here for."
"Okay."
I sank down to my knees in front of him as he stripped his shirt off. My heart roared through my ears. The revealed expanse of grey and white fur made my mouth water and I hooked my paws into his boxers, pulling them and the pants down. His cock bounced out into the flood of light and man, was it the best.
It was the perfect length and girth and was just--well, it was pretty, okay? A solid, meaty pillar of about nine inches and begging for a hole to fill. I opened my mouth and complied.
Col sighed happily as his dick found a nice, wet home in my muzzle. It tasted of wolf and salt as I hungrily lapped at it. His knot had swollen up nice and big for me.
"Damn, dude. You really wanted this, huh?" The wolf shivered as I bobbed up and down. Sucking his cock was a gift, but I didn't want him to know that. Well, maybe he could know a little.
I gripped the base of his shaft with one paw, swirling my mouth around his wolfhood until it withdrew completely with a soft pop.
"You want to blow in my mouth or somewhere else?" His heavy dick hung in front of me as I spoke, my voice breathy. I stroked it to keep the mood going.
"Dude, I'd kill to fuck you right now. You down for it?"
Was I down for it? Ha.
"Whatever you want, Col. It's your work surprise." Getting back to my feet, I slid my pants down and the warm air hit the fur of my rear. I really wish I could've taken a picture just then. It would've been a great shot for a porn album: one horny fox bent over a workbench in a garage with his pants around his ankles as his hung wolf friend angled his cock to dive in, and here I was without a camera or studio.
I arched my back and flipped my tail out of the way as I feel his dick pressing into my ring.
"No lube, is that cool?"
"Yeah. Go for it." Little did he know, I prepared beforehand. Was that slutty or clever?
Col eased himself into me and I was seeing stars. Relaxing into it, I could feel my hole stretching out to accommodate his girth. There was a little pain, but the sounds that came from him made it all worthwhile.
"Fuck, dude! You're so tight!" The wolf said through gritted teeth. He panted and slid farther into me.
It took a sweet amount of forever before his stomach bumped against the base of my tail. I had the side of my muzzle pressed down against the smooth grain of the table as my insides clung to the invasion. He pulled out and I gasped, clenching my cheeks to make it that much better for him.
I needed him inside me. It'd been far too long and with that long slab of wolf dick working into a good pounding, my worries melted away. Col hunched over me, clinging to my hips with his paws.
"Nngh! Fuck, I'm almost there!" He spat out behind me. My dick was bouncing off the underside of the table with every thrust. I'd bet good money there was a pool of pre-cum and strands waving off of my tip in the light too.
"Blow your load, then," I replied.
Col quickened his pace and it started to hurt. It was that good pain. He pumped desperately behind me.
"Ah! I'm gonna..." The wolf tried to vocalize, but his body had other plans. Col slammed forward, burying his bone as deep as it could go and pressing me hard into the table. It scraped across the floor. I could feel the wood digging into me but I didn't care. The male was groaning and spilling his sticky seed all over my insides. Col didn't knot me, though. That would've made for a sticky situation. A quickie at work was supposed to be just that.
Finally, Col pulled off me and drug his cock out with him. As I turned, he already had his pants up and was reaching for his shirt.
"Antsy, huh?" My eyes were lazy with a good rut.
"Hah, now I'm behind, not that I can complain. Wanna stick around? We can go to the beach again after I'm done."
I laughed. "Sure."