Awakening at the crack of dawn out of habit Sam slumps out of his bed, wincing as he pulls his underwear up around snug to his sack. Getting dressed without agitating the wound is impossible as he tries pushing the punctured arm through his shirt. He holds his unsteady arm to his stomach, fingers twitching uncontrollably while he eats a slab of condensed biscuits. A knock at the door brings a look of confusion to his face as he starts to make his way out. He peeks through the peephole and fumbles for the doorknob with his good arm. “Good morning,” Sam greets the wolf, both boys blushing.
“Sebastian thought I should help you…” Tyler explains with a nervous shrug. “P-plus I do think you are cute…” He starts to breathe heavily, casually scratching his head to play cool before starting to crack his knuckles.
Drawing attention to the bandages on his arm Sam replies, “I can’t ride so dad’s not letting me. You can come inside though…” He coyly rubs his foot into the carpet and steps aside, pointing to the couches. The two teenagers sit awkwardly across from one another. Tyler sways sleepily and lets out a lengthy yawn, scanning for a clock to justify leaving to the comfortable bed back home. A quarter past five, two hours earlier than he would ever consider being awake if not forced. “Would you like something to eat?” Sam asks upon hearing a low growl from his guest’s stomach.
“No, no. It’s okay, I should get home and food,” Tyler answers quick as lightning, waving his hands dismissively. “And sleep probably,” he laughs and fumbles his fingers, desperate to escape the situation.
“Okay…” Sam slides down across the couch, arching his hips until they crack along with his back, a gasp of delight as his body becomes limp. “There’s the door.” He points to the exit. “Or you can use the back door if you like.” Sam directs him to the kitchen where the backyard can be entered from.
“If you need anything just let me know.” Tyler’s hands shake as he stands at the edge of the couch, towering over the defenceless and wounded canine. His sealed lips mask the gnawed skin from suppressed desire. The bulging shorts can’t be helped or concealed if he doesn’t realize it.
Sam doesn’t mind the view up close or the faint smell of musk. “Uh-huh, I’ll keep that in mind,” he replies, averting his eyes to the roof.
Each boy knows the other is interested by the pounding of their hearts and body language. Laying sprawled on the couch, Sam’s legs are spread apart shamelessly inviting the older boy to initiate. Tyler’s tense nature as he glances around the room knowing they could be interrupted any moment. “I’ll see you ‘round.” Tyler breaks the rhythm of heavy breathing and runs to the back door, fiddling with the handle before breaking into the backyard and throwing himself over the fence. “Yeah, ‘I’ll keep that in mind’ he says,” Tyler mockingly repeats, crawling to his feet and quietly sneaking into his own home.
Sebastian looks over the top of yesterday’s newspaper with eyebrows raised. “Get any?” he asks with a chuckle before spooning cereal into his mouth.
“Hey shut up!” Tyler agues and crosses his arms, snapping his eyes to the ground.
“Aww, is my little Tyty a scaredy cat?” Sebastian continues to tease between bites of his breakfast, chomping on a piece of buttered toast now. “Come here kiddo,” he offers one arm out to catch his ward as he tries to shuffle past. “You’re just like he was.” Reminiscing on the first dozen dates he had been on with Tyler’s father, a smile creeps onto his face.
“Nope! Don’t want to hear about it,” he protests and covers his ears while making incoherent noises until finally the grip on his waist subsides. “He offered me to use the back door, I was gonna say something but…” Tyler rolls his eyes, giggling childishly. “His dad was home. And I think he was referring to the house.”
“You did use the back door.” Sebastian winks and pets him on the back. “Finish up that trampoline today, better be done before I get home.”
Brushing off his step-father’s innuendo with a hefty sigh, Tyler plops into the chair adjacent to the giant wolf. “I was going to already.” He pours a bowl of Brittle Bone, an expensive cereal of soft kibble with chunks of bone, designed to enhance muscles, tissue, and teeth. “Are you going to be late?”
Quick as lightning he presents a crisp $100 bill and tosses it on the table, snickering, “I can stay at a hotel if you’d like.” Sebastian rests the newspaper on their circular dining table, its blue cloth stained brown in front of him from spilt coffee. “Just be safe,” he continues to tease, tapping Tyler’s nose.
The continuous taunts are a drain and finally cause him to whine and pull on the scruffy fur atop his head. “Stooop,” he bemoans and slumps his face into the bowl, undeterred by the milk even as it begins soaking into his fur. Spitting a stream of milk from his mouth when he finally comes up for air Tyler remarks, “I shouldn’t have told you.”
Sebastian leans across and hugs His son, the last remnant of his life’s dedication. “Like we didn’t know,” he replies, adding a kiss to the gentle embrace as the clock strikes seven. “I’ve got another security briefing, so I’ll be home… late,” he answers.
Brushing through some of the matted fur with his claws, milk drips onto the table as Tyler’s face becomes merely damp. “Don’t let them get you down,” he speaks sombrely.
“I told you, ain’t nobody getting me down.” Sebastian departs with a half-hearted smile, hoisting his duffel bag over his shoulder.
A face of clumped and disgusting fur stares back in the reflection of the oven as Tyler tidies up the messy kitchen. He kicks off his shoes at the back door and treks carefully through the house, upstairs and into the luxurious bathroom. A spa-bath is tucked in the back corner, rarely used but sporting a sheen of polish from constant maintenance. A mirror lines one wall from almost end to end behind the sink.
Tyler undresses purposefully in slow motions, admiring his lithe top half and inspecting his teeth in the mirror. The only break in his black coat of fur across his torso are the erect pink nubs. His tail maintains the slick black, though like his face dark brown fur spirals through it. Tyler removes his shorts and underwear, bundling the black pair to conceal the stain on the front from his earlier excitement. The tip of his shaft pokes out of the black sheath, the fur around the end damp with precum.
“Mmn, that puppy,” he groans and starts to massage the rest of his cock out, stroking the top half of his shaft while bent over the sink. “He’d probably piss himself if I were to get on him.” Tyler’s dick expands in his hand as he starts to rub it even faster, growling as he imagines dominating his neighbour. “Fuck, even in him he’d.” With a gasp and spasm, his knot bulges out of his sheath and ropes of slippery white cum shoot into the sink. He bends forward shuddering until the powerful orgasm subsides, and his tail drops like a stone to the tiles no longer wagging wildly. “Man, it’s been a while…”
He finally starts the shower, sitting under the cold water for a moment to force the swollen knot to shrink and hide back in its sack. A thick brush drenched with a vanilla scented gel scours through his fur, cleaning himself from top to toe. Strands of fur come loose from summer shedding, gathering around his feet along with the dirt and dried blood. He slings his water-logged tail over a rack and bends forward slightly, cleaning the sensitive flesh of his pink rear end with a soft loofah. The warm water bearing down rejuvenates the wolf’s spirit, smiling as he lets his tail down and scrubs through it a second time. Stopping the flow of water and stepping from behind the glass door, Tyler breathes heavily from the clean air of the open window overlooking the backyard.
Hardly twenty meters away but hidden behind walls and curtains, Sam is finishing his own morning shower. The bandaged area kept largely dry by cling film and a plastic bag ties around it. Engaging in much less ritual he shakes his head and tail dry while patting himself down with a hisorb towel, a canine friendly brand promoting cleanliness and ease for showering with a thick coat. Unable to perform any work around the house due to his injury, Sam only puts a pair of underpants on and lazes on the couch.
The sun is still far to the east when Tyler finally exits the house to fulfil his promise. Dressed in a set of baggy overalls, he continues unshackling the springs on the trampoline. With exhaustive and purposeful groans the boy flicks his eyes up every so often, expecting to see his neighbour peering back. He throws the loose trampoline mat aside and ventures into the shed, hooking a claw through one of the loops and pulling a spare out. A whistle pierces the air but finds no response as he tries again to encourage some excitement in his boring chore. Every spring is carefully snapped back on a loop of the mat and by now the sun has made its presence known high in the sky with sweltering heat. Rather than have it setup in the centre of the yard, Tyler pushes the trampoline against the wooden fence and jumps on to investigate the neighbour’s yard. A small green shed is tucked in the corner nearest to him on the other side, with a vegetable patch sprouting tomatoes and weeds adjacent.
Tyler props his elbows on the edge of the fence and stares at the back door intently, trying to peer through the tinted glass. “Hup,” he sounds, bouncing over the fence and planting his feet on the soft grass. A churn in his stomach that he shouldn’t have done that causes him to stagger to the back door. Knocking three times Tyler scratches his head while waiting for a response.
“Coming!” Sam calls from the living room, jolting into his room and throwing a long shirt on while heading to the door. The sliding door unlatches and zips aside, both boys equally excited and nervous to see the other standing on the opposite side. “Hi.”
Every reason to suspect that they’re alone, Tyler asks for certainties sake, “Is your dad home?”
The collie’s tongue forms to pronounce no, and Tyler drops all pretences, embracing the other boy and biting into the scruffy neck. He nips at the erect ears and grinds against the shorter canine. “S-stop get offa me!” Sam protests and struggles, fighting back with his left arm. They break apart and each boy stares dead-eyed at the ground. A nervous lump forms in Sam’s throat while his heart races with desire. Hours of imagining the perfect moment fall apart as he leans back in for an almost desperate kiss, meeting an invasive tongue and paws latching onto his rear. He wraps his arms around the bulkier adolescent and squeezes tight, piercing it all with a hushed shout as a stitch snaps and blood covers the bandage. What could have been an incredible turning point for the pair vanishing into a frenzy to tend to the opened wound.
“Stupid,” Tyler repeats and hides his face. “I’m sorry.” His apologies are second nature to his mistakes, slowly unravelling the bandage. Of the fourteen dissolvable stitches, only one along the bottom has snapped though blood is oozing from the rest.
Twiddling his thumbs as a fresh bandage is wrapped around the naked skin Sam replies, “You’re not stupid.” The bottom of the long white shirt has bundled above his groin, leaving a wettened bulge at the front of his underpants exposed. He shyly tries to cover it before Tyler can notice in the middle of bandaging him up. “I really… like really enjoyed that,” he mumbles a confession.
“I wouldn’t want to make you bleed again,” Tyler replies.
A gentle stroke of the injured arm triggers a shudder through Sam’s body. “I don’t mind.” He gulps and sits up with his lips puckered, meeting a small peck back. Frustration at the lost opportunity sparks a low growl from the wolf, his lips drawn back in a snarl. Sam guides the hand from his arm between his thighs, resting it on his wet bulge. “Please.” He melts as the paw kneads on his erection. “That’s the least you can do for my arm,” Sam laughs between sharp gasps.
The black paw slides inside the soaked underwear, cupping under the small balls and massaging them and using his forearm to rub the throbbing shaft. “Don’t you want something… else?” Tyler asks, nervously wetting his lips.
“If-if that’s what you…” Sam trails off as his new friend’s head buries itself in his crotch. His groans gradually grow louder, the wet sensation at first from the nose taking in his scent, followed then by the rough tongue tasting it. “Oh fuck…” Sam trembles, the tongue working around his shaft nothing like his hand could ever accomplish. “Feels so good,” he pants, seizing up as the lips purse around his tapered end and slide down his cock.
Tyler pulls his head away and traces a finger along the tender flesh, dragging his tongue along the bottom. “Is that good?” he queries, simply following actions he’d seen dozens of times practiced.
“Mhm,” Sam grunts and takes a grasp on his cock poking the wolf’s muzzle impatiently. The lips encase his slippery dick and jerk back and forth, all the saliva gathering at the base of his sheath triggering a strange sensation as his knot comes free, the added pressure from a paw pulling down on it encouraging a premature pop. He shoves Tyler’s muzzle down with gusto not befitting his usually tender nature, his balls unleashing thickened ropes of cum into the wolf. Huffing as his cock throbs and starts to become flaccid, Sam slouches further down in the seat, tentatively pulling away from his friend.
A brave gulp follows as Tyler swallows the strange tasting ejaculate, screwing his nose and poking his tongue out to lick his lips clean. “Porn makes it look easy…” he pants, dragging his tongue over the hyper-sensitive knot to capture every drop of cum and pre, an action which draws a string of squeals and kicks from the border collie. “Behave,” Tyler commands, squeezing the swollen balls and continues to suck and tease them, rubbing himself through his clothes. His eyes drift closed and his breath intensifies before climaxing in his overalls.