Gentle Wolf
Farren arrived right on time.
Kiran’s heart was already racing when he opened the door, but he made himself do it, thrusting into the situation. The big gray wolf stood there in a simple black t-shirt and jeans. His dark fur caught the hallway light, and when he smiled, it was warm, easy, and a little predatory.
“Hey, pretty fox,” Farren said, voice low and friendly. “You still sure about this?”
Kiran nodded quickly, stepping aside to let him in. “Yeah. Come on in.”
He was in! Kiran's heart raced, he was worried the wolf would ghost him after the first encounter, he heard hookups can be like that.
They started with small talk, the kind that felt both necessary and awkward. Farren complimented the apartment, asked about the neighborhood, laughed when Kiran admitted he’d stress-cleaned for two hours before he arrived. Kiran showed him around, the tiny kitchen, the living room with the big 65-inch TV, the bedroom that suddenly felt much smaller with a wolf inside it.
Farren teased Kiran about the pile of empty Red Bull cans on the counter. Kiran shot back that at least he didn’t have a trucker’s collection of empty protein shake bottles in his car. The laughter helped. It made the air feel lighter.
Eventually the small talk faded. The tension thickened.
Farren stepped closer, gently backing Kiran against the wall. “Can I kiss you?”
Kiran answered by tilting his head up. He hadn't planned on doing any kissing... but he couldn't find the nerve to say no in the moment.
The kiss started soft, then deepened quickly. Farren’s big paws settled on Kiran’s waist, pulling him flush against his solid body. When they broke apart, both were breathing harder.
“Bedroom?” Farren asked, voice rough.
Kiran nodded. He wished he had the courage or wit to say something.
Once inside, Farren took his time. He undressed Kiran slowly, kissing every new inch of exposed fur, collarbone, chest, stomach, hips. When Kiran was naked, Farren guided him onto the bed on all fours. It felt soo dirty, and sexy... his as aimed out at the wolf, his balls hanging. Vulnerable to this stranger.
“Relax for me,” the wolf murmured, kneeling behind him. “I'm going to work you open a little, loosen you up and see what we're dealing with here."
Kiran couldn't help but twitch when the warm wetness of the wolf's tongue made contact with his hole. Kiran moaned loudly, pushing back against the wolf’s muzzle. Kiran was always very clean but he never imagined there would be tongue on hole action... and he wondered if he would be expected to return the favor.
The wolf seemed to be enjoying himself, it felt like. The tongue would brush up the fox's white-furred tight balls, then up his taint which felt tight and eager, then over the hole again, where it would linger and lick and explore, poking inside a bit.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Farren growled against his rim, voice full of heat. “Inexperienced little hole… but don't worry babe, we're not doing anything you aren't ready for. Just focus on relaxing and feeling it while I treat you right back here. K, pup?"
"Yes, thank you. K, I mean... sorry, I'm a dork."
"You're nervous, my dude. Doesn't bother me a bit. Just enjoy."
Kiran was trembling, cock leaking onto the sheets. He doesn't usually drip soo much precum but now he was, and he could feel it building up in his shaft, just waiting for more excitement to call it forth. It felt incredible, better than any toy. The wet sounds, the heat of Farren’s breath, the careful way the wolf worked him open… it was almost too much.
Farren soon used his fingers, just massaging the perenium at first, then sliding the tip in, pressing in an inch. "Tight," he said, laughing.
After long minutes of tongue and fingers, Farren pulled back and lined up his thick cock. The bed shifting from Farren's knees crawling up it, my god... there's a wolf about to mount me, Kiran thought. The blunt head pressed against Kiran’s entrance and pushed.
Kiran tensed immediately. It hurt. Not unbearably, but enough that his body resisted.
Farren stopped right away, rubbing a soothing paw down Kiran’s back.
“Too tight,” he said gently, not frustrated, just honest. “That’s okay. I’ve got a better idea.”
"Oh... oh it can't be done?" Kiran asked, looking back at the wolf, disappointed. It did hurt but he thought... he didn't know... maybe the wolf knew some technique to loosen him up and enter... he didn't expect to be too tight that things wouldn't move forward.
The wolf kissed the base of Kiran’s tail, then stood and offered his paw. “Come on. Let’s watch something.”
Confused but trusting, Kiran followed him to the living room. Farren settled into the big comfy chair and pulled Kiran into his lap, back to chest, both of them still naked. He grabbed the remote and put on a streaming service, Man of Steel.
As the movie started, Farren’s thick fingers returned between Kiran’s cheeks. This time there was no rush. He simply pressed one finger inside, then two, slowly working them in and out while they watched Superman fly across the screen.
At first Kiran was tense, hyper-aware of the intrusion. But as the minutes passed and Farren kept the movements gentle and steady, something shifted. The stretch became comfortable. The fullness felt… nice. Normal, even. Having no sexual experience before Farren, he wasn't used to how casual this moment was. Just watch a movie? But the wolf is fingering inside his butt, his intimate spot... while his fox balls rested on the wolf's thigh, loosening with the warmth and draping over the black fur. But Farren acted like there was nothing unusal here.
They started talking again, casually.
When the scene with Superman’s dad and the tornado came on, Kiran snorted.
“I still can’t believe he just let his dad die,” he muttered. “Who cares if people find out he’s alien? That’s your dad.”
Farren chuckled, curling his fingers just right against Kiran’s prostate, making the fox gasp. “Exactly. Some things are worth revealing your powers for. Fuck… you’re warm in there, fox. You like when I talk while I’m playing with your hole?”
Kiran moaned softly, hips rocking back onto the fingers. “Y-yeah… keep talking…”
Farren’s voice dropped lower, filthy and warm against his ear. “Good boy. Feel that? That’s two thick wolf fingers stretching your tight little fox hole. You’re opening up so nice for me. It takes time and a few days to loosen up properly, but your body gets used to things."
"My hole becomes permanently loose? Isn't that a problem?"
Farren chuckled. "No no. Pups who sleep with other guys aren't walking around with loose holes. The muscles don't atrophy, you just get better at relaxing and opening quicker and easier. It's amazingly adaptable, I think it's hot.
Kiran whimpered, cock leaking steadily onto his own thigh as the wolf relubed his fingers and went in for more. Whenever the wolf pulled out his hole involuntarily clamped, like it was desperate to keep him inside. The movie played on, explosions and fights flashing across the screen, but all he could focus on was the steady, slick thrust of Farren’s fingers and the dirty words being murmured into his ear.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” Farren praised. “Just relax. When we end up fucking, you'll have to push out while I enter, that will help. It will still sting a little because you're new, but it will begin to feel good and natural. You’d look so pretty stretched around my knot.”
Kiran’s breath hitched. “Farren… fuck…”
The wolf laughed softly and curled his fingers harder against his prostate. “That’s it. Moan for me. I'm stimulating your pretty little spot, it's not too far in, and it feels good, doesn't it?"
Kiran told him it's making him half hard and leaking pre like a faucet.
By the time the credits rolled, Kiran was fully relaxed, lazily rocking back onto Farren’s fingers, lost in the sensation.
Farren kissed the side of his neck. “This is working you open for next time… but there won’t be any penetration tonight. I don’t want your first time to hurt or feel rushed. We’ll take it slow.”
Kiran whined in protest, but Farren just chuckled and curled his fingers harder against his prostate while his other paw wrapped around Kiran’s leaking cock.
“Come on, pretty fox,” Farren murmured hotly against his ear. “Cum for me. Let me feel you squeeze around my fingers like a good pup.”
Kiran's cock felt like it was thickening from the inside, the prostate giving him sensations he wasn't used to. The familiar orgasm built and his prostate engorged, the wolf pressed harder.
Kiran came with a a cute fox whimper, his load streaming out in those long, forceful arcs, painting his own belly and chest while Farren kept milking his prostate. The cum landed over Farren's knee, his shin, the floor, the soft chair. Kiran didn't care about the mess, this orgasm was intense! And his prostate absolutely hammered against Farren's fingers with each contraction.
When the last spasm faded, Kiran slumped back against the wolf’s chest, panting.
“I want to make you feel good too,” he whispered.
Farren smiled and carried him to the bed. He lay down on his back and guided Kiran between his thighs.
The wolf looked strong, dignified even on his back with his legs spread and his hole looking Kiran in the face. It was clean, pink, and looked soo hot amidst the tight dark fur of Farren's ass and taint. Kiran lubed his fingers then rubbed the outside of the ring.
"Yeah... that's good fox... now just, push inside a little."
Kiran did, it was soo tight but once his finger got past the outer ring it was more spacious inside.
“Find my prostate,” Farren instructed softly. “Use two fingers, curl them up… yeah, just like that. Ummmpphhhh good job, now just rub however you like right there."
Kiran followed, watching the wolf's legs spread wider for him, his ass tilt upwards. Kiran's instinct made him use his thumb to rub the taint, which was thick and strong. This wolf was a real animal.
Kiran followed the instructions carefully, watching Farren’s face as he found the right spot and started milking it. The wolf’s cock throbbed hard, leaking steadily. Kiran soon leaned in and took the wolf's emerging cock in his muzzle. He wanted to pleasure this wolf soo bad right then.
Farren kept rubbing his cheeks and shoulders, loving gesture that made him want to be with this wolf even more. Soon the knot got big, hard, throbbing, and the wolf tensed up and told Kiran he's gonna cum.
Farren came with a deep growl, thick ropes being forced from his red cock into Kiran's throat, landing on his tongue, tasting more sweet than last time. The fox kept milking him through it, fascinated by the way the wolf’s hole clenched around his fingers with every pulse.
Kiran lay his head on the wolf's inner thigh, licking gently on the shaft as it softened from the release. He slowly withdrew his fingers, the hole suctioning them, then closing.
Kiran wasn't sure what to do next so he just continued to lay there, licking the side of the wolf's thich shaft. Eventually Farren spoke. "You were great, babe. You're really good at this, the way you get into it really turns me on, I don't last very long before you make me cum. So next time... you ready to lose your V card, fox?"
Kiran stopped licking and got up off the bed, handing Farren his pants and shirt. "Yes. I really want to... will I be ready in four days?"
“Four days, you sure will,” Farren promised, nipping Kiran’s ear. “When I come back, you’re losing your virginity. Until then… keep practicing loosening up for me, okay? I want you nice and ready.”
Kiran nodded, already aching for more.
“I will,” he whispered. “I promise.”
Farren kissed him one last time, slow and deep, then slipped out the door.
Kiran stood there alone, still tasting the wolf on his tongue, already counting the hours until he could have Farren in his apartment again.
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