Stranger in the Garage
Wesley the black wolf pulled the Volvo into his driveway and reached into his pants pocket and pulled out the garage door opener and clicked it. As the door slowly rose, Wesley saw a silhouette standing in the far left corner of his garage. The door soon completely submerged itself within the garage and Wesley could clearly make out the trespasser. It was a buck, right there standing in his garage with his arms crossed as if it was a little hideout for the fucker.
"What the hell?" Wesley squinted and tilted his head a bit just to be sure that this was, in fact, a goddamn buck in his garage. It was. 'What do I do?' Wesley nervously thought. 'Do I still pull up? What if he has a gun, or a knife?' Many striking questions filtered randomly throughout Wesley's thoughts and he hesitated to answer a single one of them. He'd never seen this buck before in his life. What did he want? Did he just rob him? 'He wouldn't rob me,' Wesley disregarded the thought. 'I have nothing worth stealing.'
Finally, Wesley decided to take a chance and pull into the garage despite whatever the buck may do in response. As he carefully inched closer to the inside of the garage, his eyes met with the buck's. They immediately locked, like the two had some sort of previous connection. The buck was an incredibly built young fellow. His arms were riddled with thick muscle and as Wesley pulled closer, he could see tiny veins popping out at the shoulders and scanning down the forearm. He was shirtless, but he was wearing jeans cut off at the knee. That gave Wesley an opportunity to stare at his chest. Holy shit, his chest. Two glistening, greasy, large pectorals with two tiny purple-pink nipples gleamed before him. Wesley didn't know why, but he licked his lips at the sight of them. Even after, he had to pause for a moment to ponder why he was even ogling the stranger's body in the first place. He needed some answers, goddammit! And in a matter of a few seconds, he was going to jump out of the car, stomp over to the trespasser, and demand them. Wesley focused on this image and nodded his head and grinned. He fully pulled into the garage, turned off the car, yanked the keys out of the ignition, and opened the driver's door and stepped out. Without even closing the door, he determinedly stomped over to the buck and got up in his face.
"Yes?" the buck uttered with a raised brow and a half-smile.
"What are you doing in my garage?" Wesley asked. Not too original, but what else would you ask a mysterious alpha male lurking around in your house?
The buck snickered. He looked to the side and smirked. Then he reached into his pants pocket and fished out a cigarette and a lighter and stuck the stick in his mouth and lit it. Still with that crafty little smile on his face, he sucked down a cheek-inflating cloud of smoke.
"Put that fucking thing out and answer me," Wesley impatiently added as the buck puffed in his face. Wesley took a few steps back and began to choke. He held a fist to his mouth and used the other arm to fan away the overwhelming smoke. The buck took the cigarette out of his mouth and stepped closer to Wesley.
"I've been watching you...Wesley," muttered the buck.
"What? *cough*"
"I've been watching you every time you jack off. It's actually quite enthralling, if I may say. The way you massage your shaft, squeeze your nuts, tickle your head, choke your knot, and ejaculate into your own mouth and swish it around like salt water and then swallow it every time. And afterwards, you lick the excess cum out of your dickhole and moan 'Oh Andy! Oh Andy, I love the hot sensation of your delicious cum squirting onto my tongue! Oh God!' Hahaha...I finger myself to it." The buck brought the cigarette to his lips again.
Wesley stared at the buck in bewildered shock. He didn't know what to say. Wesley actually had a fucking stalker! And he fingerfucks himself to him jacking off!? This sick fuck! Who the hell did he think he was!? And to show up in the flesh in his garage and tell him about it? What was this mother fucker after anyway?
"So I gotta ask ya, Wes," the buck added as he tapped his cigarette to trim the gray tobacco off. "Who's Andy?"
"I...I don't know. He's just...he doesn't exist."
"Oh? Then why, after you chug your ejaculate, do you compliment him on the delicious taste of his cock custard in the most sensual of tones?"
"Look, what do you want from me, man? I'm getting pretty fucking freaked out here! I wanna know what you want with me! I wanna know what you're after!"
With untimely haste, the buck chucked the cigarette butt to the concrete garage floor and grabbed Wesley, shoved his hand down his pants, and stroked his asshole. He pulled Wesley's face close to his and responded with bared teeth, "I'm Andy. And I want you to suck my dick."
The buck whipped out his tongue and gave Wesley's lips a long, wet lick. By the time he was done, Wesley's lips and muzzle were damp and dripping with the buck's saliva. Without missing a beat, the buck pulled his hand out of Wesley's pants, grabbed his snout with the same hand and grabbed his chin with the other, opened his mouth and barreled his face against Wesley's. The two began grittily making out. The buck had a strong hold on Wesley's snout and Wesley could smell the shit coating the buck's fingers as he wrapped his tongue around his uvula and jerked it back and forth like a nipple on a cow's utter. Wesley nearly felt like hurling right into the buck's throat, but he held back anything that started to come up. He wasn't gonna puke and ruin the magical, fucking sexy as hell moment him and the buck were sharing as they played patty cake with their tongues. The kiss seemed to last forever, but in reality it only lasted under a minute, because sure enough, Wesley was so into the intensity of the moment that he forgot to shield back the vomit in his throat and spewed a hose-like spray of olive green stomach fluid right into the buck's mouth. The buck immediately pulled back and the puke coated his entire face and neck. Wesley pulled away to the side and leaned on the car's hood, spilling the rest of it onto the windshield. The buck wiped away some of the vile substance from his face so that he could open his eyes and see the perfectly vulnerable position the wolf was now in. The buck took advantage of the situation and twiddled his nuts a bit until he got a thick, throbbing boner, and crept behind Wesley, grabbed his hips and thrusted his 10-inch red, veiny cock deep into the unsuspecting wolf's ass.
Wesley could feel the immense pain as he immediately knew what was happening. He was scared. He'd never gotten fucked in the ass before. Especially not by a goddamn award winner like this flaming rod. And it was hot too. As the buck gyrated his dick around, back, and forth in his tight little asshole, it pumped like a heart and seared his rectum like a smoking floodlight. This thing was goddamn thick. Wesley could feel his intestines start to chafe. Tears came to his eyes and he wanted to reach back, yank the dick out, and castrate the mother fucker right there, but his arms didn't budge. He just took it. He took it all and he loved it. He knew he loved it. No matter how painful it was. Within seconds, a giant, joyous smile grew onto Wesley's face. His asshole was becoming wetter by the second. He could feel the warm liquid compiled of shit, blood, and the beady sweat dripping off of the buck's throbbing, pulsating cock shimmering onto his gooch and down his testicles like a river.
"Your cock feels so good," Wesley sensually breathed. "It's so warm. It's huge. I feel like I'm being fucked by a rhino."
"Haha, thanks for the compliment, stud," the buck responded as he propped both of his legs up onto the car's hood and barreled hard into Wesley's ass at a much faster and more forceful pace.
Wesley let out a loud, pleasured groan as the buck slammed his beautiful, beating dick deep into his bowels. "OH GOD! OHH GOD, ANDY!"
"Ohh, your ass is so smooth. It's so easy to fuck."
By now, Wesley had gotten a throbbing erection and his knot was beginning to expand greatly by the second. He loved it all. The fiery heat of the buck's cock, the vibrating sensations in his now gaping asshole, the pleasure of it all just made him want to yank that dick right out of his ass and gulp it down and fiercely suck on it until he blew his gourmet, salty, piping hot, extravagant load all over his palette. Wesley began thinking of what the cum would taste like. Maybe it wouldn't taste like his own, which was more watery and utterly tasteless than anything else. Hopefully it would be an explosion of flavor in his mouth, with tang, zest, spice, sweetness, thickness, richness, the absolute perfect load. With all these thoughts in mind, he just couldn't bare to wait any longer. Wesley lunged forward, ripping the dick out of his ass, and jumped onto the car's hood, spun around, threw himself to the floor, took the bulbous, meaty cock in his muzzle and grabbed the buck's ass and gagged himself with it. Now Wesley was in control. He was gulping this dick like a goddamned toothbrush. Only this was a delicious, warm, 10-inch long, 3-inch wide, veiny, pulsating toothbrush that was about to unleash its milky heaven all over the inside of Wesley's mouth. But he wouldn't swallow it all. He'd make sure that he got as much in his mouth as on his face. Hell, he wanted that shit on his eyeballs, inside his ears, in his nostrils, every pore on his face was to be blanketed in thick buck cum. And afterwards he would never wash his face again. He didn't care if it would destroy the texture and body of his fur. He wasn't out trying to impress anyone anyway. This cum was all he needed. And he was just about to receive it.
The buck shuddered and quivered as Wesley completely engulfed his ready-to-burst dick. He was still in shock from how quick the seemingly weak wolf managed to pull the dick out of his ass, loop around, and swallow it. His arms were spread out as if he were on a cross. His legs were still on the car, but gravity wasn't going to win this time because Wesley had his hips in a lock. He was doing all the work. All the buck had to do was cum. And cum he would. He could feel it building up. The tension was so fucking hot, both him and Wesley were sweating like sunbaked mules, and the climactic feeling in his dick was getting stronger by the second. He was gonna cum. He was so ready. And there was gonna be a lot of it. But if he knew Wesley as well as he thought he did, he knew that none of the precious substance would go to waste.
The panting increased, each were panting every half-second, Wesley was rocketing this fucking cock back and forth into his throat a mile a minute, and the buck let out an agonizing scream as he fired his baking hot load into Wesley's mouth.
Oh God, it was happening. It was finally happening. The buck was cumming, and Wesley pulled back until the dick was completely out of his mouth, and he held out his tongue and let the scrumptious liquid shoot right onto it. The cum came out white as snow, and hot as fire, and it tasted absolutely exquisite. Every taste and flavor Wesley had imagined was contained in this godly load. Every thick, unbelievably delicious glob of cum that squirted out of the buck's dick and onto Wesley's tongue tasted even better and was even hotter than the last. He was burning his tongue on this shit! But he enjoyed it all. Oh fucking God, it was SO GOOD! This was the best moment of Wesley's life. Everything up until now had been a complete and utter waste of time that could be used sucking various men's dicks and swallowing their cum. And the globs just kept coming. There was no stop to this heavenly orgasm. Already two and a half minutes had passed and Wesley's tongue was painted milk white with cum and his snout and nose were getting splashed with it as it rocketed even harder and thicker into his mouth. He didn't want this to stop. He wanted the buck's cum for every meal, every day for the rest of his life. It tasted better than anything he'd ever eaten at any hot shot five-star restaurant and it felt warmer than any cup of coffee he'd ever drank and more thirst quenching than any amount of water could ever be. It was like he had just blown God himself. 'This is what Heaven must be like,' Wesley thought to himself as he realized that he previously wanted to get some of this onto his face. So he let a few more thick globs squirt onto his tongue, and he swallowed it all and aimed the dick at his face and let the remainder of the waterfall-like cum cover his face like a juicy mask. What was even better than tasting the cum was swallowing it. Wesley just had to scream after he finished gulping down the last of the delicacy. He could feel it trickling down his esophagus and splashing into his stomach. Every glob of cum that was fired at his tongue was now in his belly, warming up his entire body, and at that moment as the cum shot into his eyeballs, his ear holes, his nostrils, and all over his face, Wesley realized that he was finally truly happy.
Four more minutes passed and at last, the buck had finished cumming. Wesley was entirely submerged in white, warm liquid and he leaned back against his Volvo, closed his eyes, and smiled a contented, peaceful smile. The buck looked down at the cum-coated wolf and grinned. He reached into his pocket, got out another cigarette and the lighter, put the cigarette in his mouth and lit it, and walked out of the garage, leaving his reluctant but totally satisfied cumbucket Wesley the black wolf in the garage, happy, dandy, and at peace with the world.