Timber Traditions

As the stories go, our ancestors were blessed by the spirit of the summer moon when time began. It was this spirit which gave us timberwolves our distinctive silver fur, excellent vision at night, and appetite for each other's bodies. As our tribe grew so did our traditions and need for certain rules. The males of our tribe remained separate from the females during the day while hunting. The females remained in tight knit circles with all children under the age of 13. When each year's summer solstice was upon us, the males would take those of age into the forest for the coming of age ceremony. This was referred to as our “Awakening.” After a boy's Awakening he was considered a man, and would join the other males each day from then on. 

It was the eve of my 13th year and also that of the solstice. I was a rare male in that I was the only one to receive an Awakening that year. Not to mention my birthday falling on the solstice meant I was one of the youngest to ever go through the ceremony. Needless to say I was nervous. My whole life was spent with my mom and two sisters, so I had no idea what the Awakening was like. It was also forbidden for the older males to discuss the ceremony nor those who had come of age to interact with those who had not. Many of my friends had already been through their Awakening, so I haven't seen them in nearly a year. I was excited to see them again, but still worrisome of the unknown. 

After the evening meal the women began to prepare me for my Awakening Ceremony. Removing my lower covering, they used two fingers to apply red paint to my fur. The paint seemed to shimmer in the evening light, and had a strange and sweet aroma.  They drew lines up my legs and arms. The lines came together on my chest forming a circle just above my sheath. It was really embarrassing being exposed like that, but I was assured it was necessary. A final line was painted up my chest and chin, just under my lower lip. When they finished I was led by my mother out of the village and into the forest. She said nothing, but I could tell she was trying not to cry. Other than in the evenings after the hunt we would no longer be spending time together. I was sad too, but curious about the future. 

After a short time we reached a small clearing where an altar surrounded by torches sat. My mother bent down to hug me, then told me to go and lay down on the altar. From there she disappeared back down the trail into the darkness, leaving me alone. I layed there for what felt like an eternity, before a dark shape emerged from the treeline. Stepping into the light I was surprised to see my father approaching with a small stone cup. He greeted me and I was asked to sit up. Giving me the cup I was told to drink the liquid inside. It was bitter and burned on the way down. He held the back of my head as I choked it down. 

Smiling, he looked at me and said, “Your Awakening has commenced. Lay back down and let it happen.” As I laid back he walked off and disappeared into the darkness once more. 

As the bitter drink settled into my stomach, its effects began to take hold. I could feel my body getting warmer and I felt a little dizzy. The flames of the torches blurred as I looked from side to side. Then came a feeling I wasn't even remotely expecting. A rush of warm pleasure tingling around my sheath. I looked down to see my boyhood growing hard as it poked out and twitched. It was so strange, I never felt anything like it before. 
As I was trying to process what was happening, a group of males surrounded me. I couldn't see their faces, but could tell they were a range of sizes (and probably ages). Through my blurred vision I could barely make out that they too were all naked and their dicks were all hard and twitching like mine. Before I knew it, they had reached out and began rubbing all over my body. Their paws covered me, from head to toe, but they didn't touch my boyhood at all. After a few minutes their hands pulled back and a single figure approached my head. 

“Seems the elixir is working,” he said, bending down so we were face to face. Now that he was closer, I could see more clearly one of the village's leaders. He placed one paw under my jawline and squeezed causing my mouth to open. 
“Welcome to the pack,” he said and slipped his long wide tongue into my muzzle. 

“Mph!” I yelped, shocked by what was happening. My yelp barely made any noise as it was muffled by the leader's tongue. He tasted all through my mouth, then pulled back leaving a trail of saliva dripping between us. 
From there I felt his tongue return to my lips, but this time he trailed down my chin following the painted line on my chest. At the same time 4 others stepped forward and licked the lines on my limbs until their tongues met around my sheath. Then in unison they licked up the sides of my twitching dick. I let out a soft moan feeling a wonderful sensation. I felt it throbbing from their tongues and I desperately wanted them to do it again. To my delight they did! Four of them licked up and down on my shaft while the leader returned his tongue to my muzzle. My vision began to clear and I could now clearly see two of the adults of the tribe and two boys closer to my age licking up and down on me. Their eyes were filled with desire as they seemed to fight with each other's tongues trying to be the only one to lick me. 

The elder noticed my eyes taking focus and stepped back. Standing up, his own throbbing cock was now right at my eyeline. He grabbed my jaw like before and smiled as his tip hit my tongue. 
“Get a good taste of your first male,” he said. Letting go of me, my muzzle closed around him. “Savor it so the spirit will bless you well.” 

I wasn't sure what he meant, but I did as I was told. Closing my eyes I suckled on his cock head. As I rolled my tongue around him I could hear him moaning. His throbbing manhood leaking some kind of warm sweet liquid into my mouth. It was so strange, but paired with the others licking at mine, it just felt right. My whole body felt hot, but it felt good too. The more I sucked the more the leader leaked, and I gulped down all he gave me. Entranced, I hardly even flinched as another two tongues began lapping at my balls. Then I felt the remaining males step forward and begin rubbing their big cocks all over me. They were all so much bigger than me, even the boys near my age had dicks at least twice my size. I wondered why I was so small compared to them, but I was mostly lost in the pleasuring touch of the others. 

It was so strange. I never once even imagined getting my boyhood touched (let alone licked) would feel so good. Were all the other males touching me feeling this too? The leader? As my mind raced to figure out just what these pleasurable feelings were I heard the leader grunt, as he pushed his dick further into my mouth. 

“Drink up boy!” He said, bearing his teeth.

Wait, was he gonna pee in my mouth!? Before I could even comprehend that I felt his cock throbbing. I closed my eyes and he burst into my muzzle. To my surprise it wasn't pee. It was warm, sure, but definitely not pee. Splashing into the back of my throat came a thick warm liquid. It was strangely musky, but not unpleasant. I heard him say it again, “Drink,” to which I gulped, swallowing the strange liquid as he shot more into my mouth where the last batch was. For a total of 5 big mouthfuls, I swallowed every drop of what came from the leader's cock. As he finished and pulled out of my muzzle I felt my own boyhood throb. Looking down, my body shivered and I watched as a thick stream of white liquid shot out of mine too. Each squirt was accompanied by a wave of tingling which pulsed through my whole body. The males surrounding me who had been licking at my shaft, all stopped to lap up the goo coming out of me. They all moaned, sharing with each other by licking their mouths. 

“Ah, w…what?” I mumbled, trying to figure out what they were doing. 

“That's a good boy,” I heard the leader say as he rubbed my head. “That's how you feed your pack.” 
He then stepped away letting another older male take his place. Just like the leader, he grabbed under my chin and pushed his big cock into my mouth. Strangely I found myself eagerly sucking on his as well. This was my duty after all, even if I didn't really understand it. At the same time the males who had been licking up after me, joined the others in rubbing their hard cocks all over my body. It felt strange having them message every part of me with them, but I could tell by their faces they were very much enjoying it. As they rubbed, their cocks leaked all this clear slimy liquid. I could only assume it was the same sweet juice which filled my mouth. Before I knew it, my fur was soaked with it. 

“Mmmmmm. Hmmm. Mmmm,” I moaned, as I continued sucking on the older male's throbbing cock. I was completely surrounded by dozens of males and their pulsing red dicks. It was the most amazing thing I'd ever felt. I felt so alive and welcome. I was finally part of the pack!

“Oh yes! Good booooooy!” The male inside me grunted as he pushed into my mouth releasing his thick juice for me to swallow. Just as before I gulped down several mouthfuls, taking in all he had to give me. Once he finished, he pulled out giving me a chance to breathe a bit, but another was quick to take his place. Just like the last two, I sucked him to completion while my fur remained wet from the constant rubbing by the others. With the third older male feeding me his warm juice, one of the others returned to licking my boyhood as well. 

For the remainder of the pack it continued like that for hours. From the leader's down to the boys my own age, each took their turn feeding me from their cocks, making sure I drank all they gave me. For every three I sucked dry, one would do the same for me, making sure to share my release with as many as possible. My head eventually became fuzzy as I lost count of just how many mouthfuls I had swallowed. My stomach bulged from having drank so much of it. My whole body tingled. I was completely lost in the moment. Every drop of their warm energy surrounding me with love and welcoming me into adulthood. 

I hardly even realized when the last of them fed me and stepped away. With my boyhood aching from countless releases, I drifted off to sleep among my pack.

… …

I awoke the next morning to the sound of a cracking fire. Opening my eyes and sitting up I saw my father cooking breakfast at the foot of the altar. He glanced up and smiled, then pointed toward my waist. Looking down at myself I yelped in shock. My boyhood was hard and HUGE! It was at least two if not closer to three times bigger than the night before. 

“Hahaha,” My father chuckled. “The spirits seem to have blessed you considerably well. Come have a bite!” Handing me a bowl of portage, I sat beside him. Strangely I didn't feel embarrassed having my newly grown cock on full display. 
“As your father, I was forbidden from participating in your Awakening, but I heard and can see you did very well.”

“Uh huh?” I nodded, still confused by my sudden growth.” 

“It's ok, you can touch it.” My father said, seeing I wanted to explore my new appendage. “It's always like that in the morning.” 
Gently, I ran my paw along my stiffness. Just the slight touch was enough to send an electric shiver through me, and I squirted a long stream of clear liquid into the fire. I yelped, causing my father to laugh. 
“I suppose an explanation is in order.” 
Scooting closer and wrapping his arm around me, he smiled.
“Since our ancestors were first blessed by the spirits, we have been carrying on their tradition of Awakening. Last night I gave you a special elixir, which begins the sacred process in your body. It was taught to our people generations ago by the spirits, that our natural seed was a catalyst for our own growth.”

“Seed?”

“The thick liquid you were fed by each of the others. It's called semen. It's what brings forth new cubs, but also how the males among us grow. The elixir allows us to produce more of it than usual, and even lets those who have not yet awakened feel its effects. That's why you could feed the others too. That was the first time you got hard, right?” 

“Y..yeah. It…felt so good. Everything did. And that stuff…it was yummy!”

“The spirits bless us with many things. Mostly they give us the desire to mate with one another. Males have a certain inherent desire for mating already, but the Awakening heightens it. This is why we drink each other's semen. During the solstice, our seed becomes imbued with the will of the spirits. When a cub ingests it, they become awakened with the blessings of the spirits. Their boyhoods grow large, their desires increase, and their need for that same seed becomes solidified. From now on you'll crave semen everyday. It's this very reason why we as males live and hunt together. While we mate with the females in the spring as desired, our needs must be met throughout the year.”

“So…I'm gonna mate with other males?” My heart was beating hard as I heard all that my father told me. This revelation was somehow exciting to me. I found myself thinking of my friends who had been awakened the previous year. 

“Yes,” he continued. “The three boys from last year’s Awakening have been excited for you. They'll be part of your hunting team along with one of the elders.” My father smiled as my eyes lit up. He could tell I was excited. 

Just then one of those three boys walked into the clearing from the trail. It was my best friend Artie, who I hadn't seen since his Awakening the previous year. 
“Artie!” I exclaimed, jumping up to greet him. Not even caring about my stiffness I ran up and hugged him. 

“Oh wow,” he said, his gaze dipping to my dick as we embraced. “The spirits must really like you!” 

“Hehe, thanks.” 

My father stood up and approached us. I turned from Artie as he patted my back and shook paws with him.
“Thanks for coming. I figured he'd want to have his first time with you.” 

“First?” I looked up at my father confused.

“Your first mating, of course.” Turning from me to Artie, he bowed his head in thanks. “I'll leave you two alone, I'm sure you have a lot to catch up on. Please join us at the main camp by noon.” 

“Of course! Thanks again!” Artie replied, and with that my father took his leave. 

Grabbing my shoulders Artie looked up and down my body. He smiled as his eyes looked around my still hard dick, down to my fuzzy balls, and back again. Licking his lips he looked back to my face and smiled.
“Wow, just look at you! Who would have guessed you'd grow so much after last night.”

“You were there?” I asked, not remembering much about who I had seen.

“Hahaha, yeah. I guess you wouldn't remember it though. Your belly was pretty full by the time it was my turn.” Artie ran his paws down my chest. Stopping at my waist he leaned in and parted his muzzle. After last night, my response was instinctual. I parted mine as well, letting his tongue slip inside as we shared a long kiss. I could feel my dick throbbing from his touch of my fur and quickly the tip of his own had poked from its sheath meeting mine. 

“Mwah!” Breaking from our kiss a trail of saliva fell over our red pulsing cocks. I could feel Artie's warmth meeting my own. 
“A…Artie.” My face was flush as I felt a rush of lustful desire fill my body. It was just as intense as the night before, but now my head was clear and I was in complete control. 

“You have no idea how long I've been wanting to mate with you,” he whispered seductively in my ear. Reaching down to my cock, he grabbed behind my knot and pulled me along, back to the altar. Whimpering, waited as he released me and reached beneath the altar. Pulling out a blanket made what appeared to be fur from our pack, he padded the altar with it.
“This is made from all our pack's collective fur. It's only for when a newly awakened gets mated with for the first time. Come here.” 
Artie instructed as he laid on his back. Eagerly I crawled on top of him so that our dicks pressed together. Reaching between us he began rubbing them both. 

“Ah, Artie,” I gasped, feeling his touch. Instinctively my hips bucked slightly, grinding my cock into his. 

“Hehe, someone's eager.” 

“I…I can't help it,” I whimpered, “I need you.” 

“Yeah, my first time was like that too.” He smiled, let go of our dicks, and wrapped his arms around my back. Kissing me again he grinded his hips to match me. 

“Mmmmmmph. Mmmm. Hmmmm. MWAH!” 

“Ok then,” Artie said. “Let me get into position.”
Rolling me off of him, Artie crawled onto his hands and knees at the edge of the altar. Looking back over his shoulder, he wiggled his butt and raised his tail. I could feel my dick throbbing at the sight of my friend's position. My natural instincts kicking in, I immediately leapt up and pressed my leaky tip to his tailhole. Grabbing his hips I pushed forward, my cock slipping into his inviting hole. I gasped as Artie yipped with delight. 

I could feel Artie's body enveloping my length as I pushed slowly inside up to my knot. Our tails wagging involuntarily, this new and wonderful feeling was more than I could have ever imagined. Mating felt amazing! Still working on instinct, I began pumping in and out of his tailhole, while my cock leaked its warm lubrication on each thrust. 

PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP 

Artie's balls swayed back and forth smacking against mine as I mated with him. Now fully awakened, I understood just why our ancestors made their connection with the spirits. Feeling the strong, tight, warmth of another male was the greatest gift imaginable. I could feel Artie's tailhole squeezing my juices out with each thrust. It was like his body was made for me. 

PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP 

“A…Artie! I'm…AWOOOOOO!” I howled, slamming my hips hard against him. My knot popped inside and instantly swelled up tight.

“YES FILL ME!” Artie yelped, his voice shuttering between a whimper and a growl. 

My whole body quivered. I felt my balls pull upward as my awakened cock throbbed wildly, releasing my seed into Artie's body. The two of us moaned and growled, feeling each other's bodies in such an intimate way. 

With the waves of pleasure from my first mating slowly easing. I found another instinctual motion coming on. Lifting one leg up, I twisted my whole body over while I was still knotted into Artie's tailhole. Artie moaned as we could both feel my cock spin around inside him. Now both on our hands and knees, tied together, and tails slapping one another, we turned over our shoulders and locked eyes. 

“A..Artie.” I mumbled, catching my breath. 

“G…good boy,” He chuckled. “Y…you can pull out whenever you're ready. Just say when.” 

“Oh…ok. I'll try.” Gripping the sides of the altar I pulled trying to yank my knot out. Once. Twice. Three times, and I just barely felt the ring of Artie's tailhole start to stretch open. 

“Argh!” He growled. “Use your leg.” 

Propping one foot to his thigh, I pulled harder until we both heard a loud POP. Instantly we both collapsed forward laying face first on the altar. The sudden jolt of pleasure from forcing my knot out caused a residual squirt of my thick seed to spray beneath me before I fell. Our breathing was heavy as we let our bodies rest. 

After several minutes, Artie crawled up beside me, and rolled me onto my side. Our eyes met and so did our muzzles as we shared a brief post-mating kiss. We both giggled looking between ourselves as our boyhoods kissed too.
“Artie?” I asked.

“Hm?”

“I'm kinda hungry. Can you please feed me your semen?” 

“Hehe,” Artie chuckled. “Of course. We're mates now after all. I'll help feed you every day from now on.” Artie rolled me onto my back and climbed over my chest. With his thumb, he pointed his dick down at my muzzle. 
“There you go, enjoy.”

Lifting my head I licked my lips and slid Artie's cock into my mouth. Suckling on his tip, I heard him moan softly. Like all the males the night before, Artie tasted heavenly. His twitching dick fed me long streams of his juice as I sucked on him like a baby to its mother. It didn't take long before I heard his breathing grow heavy again and he grabbed the back of my head and howled. I closed my eyes and delightfully hummed as his seed filled my mouth. I gulped down 4 big mouthfuls, savoring Artie's delicious flavor. Then as the last drop touched my tongue he pulled out and laid back at my side. 

Snuggling up beside me, he gently kissed my cheek, and caressed my sheath as my dick slowly became soft inside it. 
“Welcome to the pack,” he whispered. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too Artie.” 

The two of us layed like that for nearly an hour before it was time to clean up and join the others. Together we returned the now stained blanket to its home beneath the altar until the next year. By then I will have mated with many of the other males of our pack, but Artie would always be my favorite. It felt so strange to be counted as an adult among my tribe, but the path of my Awakening dissolved the fears of my childhood away. With the daily feeding from and to my brothers, I was finally a real man.