Chapter 1: A New Nightmare
I feel a noise - loud but unidentifiable - a deep, somehow animalistic rumble somewhere outside, making my Bronco shudder violently. My eyes shoot open, heart pounding. The air inside the car feels thick, suffocating, and wrong. I bolt upright. I’m instantly awake and ready to fight. I fling my car door open with a growl of my own: “Okay, assholes!” I shout, trying to sound braver than I feel. “Didn’t you learn your lesson from last time?!”
The silence that answers my outburst is unnatural. It feels like the world is holding its breath, keeping its true nature secret from me. I step out with clenched fists, but… there’s no one. The parking lot is empty, bathed in sickly, pale-yellow daylight. It’s too bright, too sharp; the air itself radiates with wrongness. My chest tightens. I reflexively spin around, ready to defend myself, but there’s only my Bronco in the middle of a desolate Walmart parking lot.
Wait. No! Damn. Why is it so bright? And why am I still here? I should have left by now; I should be lifting at my gym. My alarm - how did I miss my alarm? Panic claws at me as I realize I don’t know where I am. I’m untethered, floating through this empty, wrong version of reality. The air is heavy, pressing against my skin. My brain is thick with confusion: I don’t know what time it is. I don’t know what day it is. I don’t even know which Walmart this is.
I need something - anything - to feel normal again. I stumble toward the store entrance. The automatic doors slide open, but there’s no greeter, no people - still no human sound. The fluorescent lights hum above me, casting long, sterile shadows on the empty aisles. My footsteps echo in the silence; every echo makes me feel more alone.
A wave of suffocating panic crashes over me. I’m hit with an overwhelming sense of abandonment and loss. My father. I need to find my father. Now.
“Dad!” My voice cracks, echoing through the emptiness. “Daaad!” I shout again, louder this time, my throat tightening as the word sounds more desperate. I don’t even understand why I’m calling for him, but I have to. I have to find him. I run through the aisles, my feet pounding against the hard tile, my chest heaving as I push through this empty labyrinth.
Then I hear his voice. Cold. Distant. Behind me. “Stop shouting, Oliver.”
I freeze, his uncaring voice chilling me to the bone. I whirl around, searching for the source, and spot a dark, shadowy figure at the end of the aisle. My heart leaps into my throat as I sprint toward him, but the lights flick off just as I reach him.
Everything plunges into darkness.
Still, his voice remains. “Stop calling me ‘Dad.’ You don’t have a father anymore,” he growls, sending another icy chill down my spine. His voice again cuts through the silence, each word sharper than the last. “You chose this. You’re not my son. You’re nothing.” The words twist around me like a suffocating fog. I try to scream, but all that comes out is a choked, pathetic sob.
Suddenly, a cold, dead-feeling hand slaps across my face, and I’m falling, endlessly falling. Yet my father’s words keep stabbing at me from the darkness, cruel and venomous. “It’s your fault. You ruined everything. You disgust me.”
I reach out, desperate to stop my fall, but there’s only emptiness. I’m weightless, spiraling down into a bottomless pit of darkness. But the darkness is alive, pulsing with despair, wrapping around me and dragging me deeper into oblivion. I scream, but the sound is swallowed whole by the void.
Another strike comes from the darkness - the cold slap harder this time. Blinding pain from my nose overwhelms my senses, and I feel warm blood trickling over my lips. My father’s voice returns louder, mocking me as if claiming victory with every syllable. “You’re alone, Oliver. Alone forever.”
My voice is only a ragged whisper, and my words fade into the shadows as my strength ebbs. I curl into myself, hugging my knees. The darkness is endless and crushing. I’m becoming nothing - an abandoned stray.
Until… From the depths of my crumbling sanity, a name surfaces: “Corey.” I latch onto it like a final lifeline. “Corey!” I cry out, my voice breaking while the void swallows every echo. The abyss is merciless; there is no answer. I keep falling.
“Corey!” I shout again, clinging to the fragile hope the name gives me. I know he must be there. “Corey, find me…”
Chapter 2: Sleeping With the Dads
Concerned hands and soothing voices gently awoke me, melting away the cold weight of the nightmare with their warmth. At least I didn’t throw any punches or elbows this time. I knew it was just a nightmare. Yet, even before I opened my eyes, tears came - hard. My old nightmare hadn’t disappeared; it had simply changed form and was still part of me, a part I thought I had left behind.
When I opened my eyes to the dim light of my bedroom, Chris was standing near my waist, and Ted was kneeling beside my chest. Both were in “dad mode,” desperately trying to pull me back to reality.
Ted took the lead. “Ollie, we’re here. You’re safe. It’s okay. It’s Ted and Chris, your dads.”
Unlike before, when Corey first tried to wake me from a nightmare, and I bolted up with fists ready to fly, I didn’t feel the urge to fight. I understood the reality that was still breaking my heart. Slowly, I sat up and let my new dads pull me into their embrace, where I sobbed, allowing my emotions to wash over me.
It was 3 am again - my old nightmare hour.
Once the tears slowed and I could form words, I apologized, as I always do. I looked into Ted’s eyes. “Dad, um, Ted. I’m sorry…” I sniffed, “for waking you up. I guess I got a little too loud?”
Ted smiled, brushing it off. “Sport, I love it every time you call me ‘Dad.’ It’s worth being woken up for.” He pulled me closer, kissing the top of my blond curly-haired head. “I thought your nightmares were getting better. What happened? Do you remember what it was about? We heard you shouting 'Dad' right before the serious screaming and sobbing started until you finally just kept crying for Corey.”
I looked down, avoiding his gaze. "I’m sorry. I usually handle it better, but this one… Um, this new nightmare is horrible. It’s cruel. It hurts. It started happening when I’m here alone after spending weekends at Corey’s house. I hoped it would just go away, but it’s only getting worse.”
I looked at my new dads and took a deep breath. “I wake up in my Bronco, parked in some random Walmart lot. I’m alone as if none of this” - I gestured to my wonderful room - “ever happened. And there’s a shadowy figure of my father telling me how much he hates me for being gay. Then he slaps me, and I start crying for Corey to find me. It’s really messed up. I’m sorry things got so out of control tonight. I just… I miss Corey. I miss him a lot by midweek. His absence is like a hole I can’t fill. And my nightmare comes in through it.” My eyes were watering again.
Chris, ever practical, asked, “So this only happens when you’re here after your weekends with Corey? What about your other nightmare, the one about your car break-in? Does that still happen when you’re with him?”
“Only maybe a couple of times since I’ve been with y’all. And I haven’t punched him once.” I smiled weakly. “He… holds me tight while I wake up, and it helps calm me down. I guess he knows a few tricks from being a nurse.”
Ted placed a hand on my cheek, his voice at its softest. “Oliver… son. When we decided to have you live here instead of moving straight in with Corey, it was to help you adjust and decompress. We weren’t trying to keep you away from him.” He glanced at Chris, who nodded in agreement. “Ollie, if you’re doing better with him - if you sleep better with your Norse God, maybe that’s where you need to be.”
I chuckled softly. “Did I call him a ‘Norse God’ in my sleep, or did he tell you?”
Chris grinned. “Oh, we have eyes and ears everywhere; we’re dads.” Then he hugged me. “Ollie, Corey doesn’t tell us everything, but he’s been making a case for you to move in with him. It’s obvious how much he loves, cares about, and wants to keep you protected. And… well, we can see you need and love him too.”
Ted chimed in. “Sport, you’ll always have a home here, no matter what. But it looks like it’s time for a change. If being with Corey helps avoid these nightmares, you should be with him. We can move your things this weekend if you want. As we said… Spoiler alert: Corey’s already on board. And we promise not to list your room on Airbnb. Well, for at least a week.” My new dad winked.
Their words sank in, and the weight of my nightmares seemed to lift. I chuckled, still sleepy. “That sounds amazing. I’ll text Corey tomorrow.” As they gave me a final hug and started to leave the room, a sudden rush of panic hit me. “Dads… would it be okay if I slept on the couch tonight?”
Chris paused and turned back to me, concern flashing across his face. “Of course, Ollie. But the couch isn’t nearly as comfortable as your bed. Are you sure?”
I hesitated before explaining. “It’s just… when I was a kid, after a bad dream, I always had to sleep somewhere else to stop it from returning. Usually, it was in my parents’ room. I need to be somewhere different for the rest of the night.”
Ted wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “No couch, Sport. Come on.” He pulled me up into a walking hug, guiding me through the house toward their bedroom. “You can sleep with us tonight. It’s okay.”
I tried to protest weakly. “Dads… I, uh, always wake up with a…”
Chris laughed and gave me a playful nudge. He had finally tentatively started using Ted’s nickname for me. “Sport, we’ve already seen you with a…” He winked and flashed me Corey’s smirk. “Remember? You. Kissing Corey. Boxer briefs? Biker shorts? Trust me, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Now, come on, we won’t let anything hurt you anymore. Including your nightmares.”
I followed them into their room and climbed into bed, immediately comforted by the familiar scent of Corey from Chris’s side. It felt… right. I snuggled in, becoming Ted’s big spoon while imagining that Chris’ arms were Corey’s wrapped around me from behind.
It would have been perfect if not for one big little thing: both snored. Loudly. Still, it was the most comforted I’d felt without Corey present in weeks. I might need to rethink sharing a bed with the dads on a school night again. It was going to be a very groggy Thursday.
Chapter 3: Texting
I started texting Corey as soon as Ted and I arrived at work, and I had replied to all my morning emails.
Ollie: I kinda slept with the dads last night. But they snore. Way too much.
Corey: Um, what?! You can’t just casually drop that without an emoji to explain 😂
Ollie: 😇 Okay, here’s the deal: I’ve started having a new nightmare that only happens when I’m away from you. After I wake up, I can’t go back to sleep alone. I know it sounds pathetic. But, um. Can I start staying with you more? Like maybe all the time?
Corey: You already know the answer to that, pup. Of course!
Ollie: I know, but I’m scared I’ll like it too much.
Corey: What do you mean by ‘too much’?
Ollie: Corey… I already love you so much that it hurts to ever think about leaving. It’s like my butterflies go wild when I’m with you. I’m the luckiest pup on the planet. But then I remember that I have to leave here in just over three months and go back to Michigan. And when I think about it, I can’t even breathe.
Corey: Breathe, pup, my love, I know. But did you say butterflies?
Ollie: Yeah, the ones you give me just from being near you.
Corey: Ah, I get it. The same ones you give me 🥰
Ollie: Wait! I give you butterflies too 🤯
Corey: You’re smiling uncontrollably right now 😏
Ollie: 😊 You already know me too well. Um, should we tell the dads that we found our song?
Corey: Let’s hold onto that secret weapon for now. We might need it to convince them of something big later. Right now, they’ve already agreed we need more time together. Let’s take this win and just be happy.
Ollie: Speaking of… They’re cool with moving my stuff this weekend. Which is great, but Corey, I don’t think I can take another nightmare like that.
Corey: I know pup. It’s already Thursday. Just sleep with them again tonight if you need to, okay? You’ve got this. And I’ve got you tomorrow night. I love you, my Ollie.
Ollie: I love you too my 🐺
Chapter 4: Schooled
The spring co-op term officially ended tomorrow, and with the summer term starting on Monday, I was feeling a little sad about losing all my recently made co-op friends. Over the last couple of months - without working two jobs and finally having a real place to sleep - I’d been able to join all the company-planned co-op activities. As it turned out, I was part of a pretty awesome group. Since I was also staying for the summer term, I was looking forward to meeting new friends on Monday.
There were even two cute gay guys who both admitted they’d had crushes on me during those rare times I’d been able to hang out with everyone. They said they thought I was being “mysterious” with my unintentional aloofness. Thankfully, I’d become really close with them in just a short time. They were appropriately jealous when I told them about Corey. Not that I was bragging, I just loved finally being able to share my joy with others. Both of them were attending UT in Austin, and we made sure to exchange contact info and promised to stay in touch.
In other news, I somehow ended up taking over as the lead student for our co-op newsletter after the original lead had a surprise appendicitis. Poor girl. That’s a rough way to end a term, but at least her family flew in to help her recover. I was secretly grateful she had their unconditionally loving support. I knew what it felt like when it didn’t come. I even sent her a very personal "Get Well Soon" card. And! My take on the newsletter was a huge hit. I got a bunch of kudos, which only fueled Ted’s claim that I was a “Super Co-op.” If I can’t make my real father proud, I’m damn sure gonna keep making my new dad proud.
Our final Friday was going to be a total blowout, with a big farewell party and a celebratory lunch, complete with fun awards. As Ted and I drove home, stuck in the usual rush hour traffic, I felt torn between excitement for tomorrow and dread about another potential nightmare tonight.
Ted, always able to read me like only a father could, cut through the silence. “Ollie, remember when I gave Corey grief for not simply asking what kind of music you like?”
I panicked for a second, almost blurting out how Corey and I had both woken up singing “No Rain” that Monday morning almost two months ago. But then I realized, hey, why should I be nervous about finishing our most important ‘assignment’ early? I shook it off, and Ted thankfully didn’t notice.
“You’re doing the same thing he did, overlooking the obvious,” Ted continued. “Why don’t you just text Corey right now and invite him over for dinner? Then ask him to stay with you tonight. You’re cooking your amazing meatloaf, right? The one from your grandmother’s secret recipe that has to sit overnight before you bake it? Trust me, you’ve already got Corey’s heart, but great food is always the perfect way to keep it yours.”
Ted flashed me his now signature fatherly look, which I loved just as much as Corey and Chris’s sweet smirks.
Suddenly, all my stress melted away. “Thanks, Dad! That’s perfect. Well, I was hoping to experiment on you and Chris before trying it on Corey, but it looked pretty good when I put it in the fridge last night. I’m sure y’all,” Ted gave an approving nod at my use of ‘y’all’ - “will love it.”
I pulled out my phone and texted Corey with the invitation. Our date was set.
****
Corey came over as soon as he got off work, right around the same time as Chris. Go figure, they both worked at the same clinic. It reminded me of my own routine with Ted, commuting together every morning and afternoon. It was one of those small comforts I realized I’d miss once I started living at Corey’s place - or our place, as I should start calling it. But come Monday, for the first time in a while, I’d be driving to work alone. Just me and my beloved Bronco.
Chapter 5: A Bold Meatloaf
Corey entered our dads’ kitchen and grinned, clearly impressed with my decision to tackle a meatloaf. “Ollie, it takes a brave man to make meatloaf for his family. I’m serious. Meatloaf is the most personal American meal you can cook.”
He wasn’t kidding, and his expression said as much. But I couldn’t help chuckling anyway.
Seeing my reaction, Corey smiled. “Remember that armpit scent speech I gave you when we first met?” He looked at me grinning, because he understood there wasn’t any way I couldn’t. “Believe me pup, the same rules apply to meatloaf. Not everyone loves it, and even if they do, everyone has their own personal taste for it. You’re really putting yourself out there with this. I’m impressed, and I know it’s going to be absolutely awesome.”
I can’t believe I actually let myself pale again at the seriousness of his words, which, this time, only made Corey laugh. He grabbed me in a big, reassuring hug. “I hope you know you’re already unconditionally loved by your dads, and, duh, by me.” He booped my nose. “Perfect meatloaf or not.” I just melted into his embrace.
To help calm my nerves, Corey worked with me on a couple classic sides while my potential masterpiece baked in the oven. We made homemade mashed potatoes and fresh green beans. Corey asked the dads if they wanted a salad, but they waved it off as soon as the aroma of baking meatloaf filled the house. Grinning, Chris said, “That meatloaf smells way too good to have to wait through a salad. And… As a doctor, don’t tell anyone I said that.”
I laughed, once again, loving the way Chris’s smirk mirrored Corey’s. At this point, they were practically the same.
The meal turned out perfect. I absolutely blew my new family away. My grandma would’ve been proud - well, if she’d still talk to me. The pièce de résistance? No one could figure out my secret topping until Ted finally gave up. “Ollie, I can’t believe how amazing this is. Seriously. What’s the sauce on top?”
I reveled in my moment, soaking in the praise. “Y’all should recognize it. It was the perfect match for my grandmother’s recipe…” I teased them, watching their faces for any hints of recognition, then I dropped the bomb. “It’s Whataburger spicy ketchup.”
I couldn’t help but laugh as the dads and Corey started clapping.
And Ted couldn’t contain his happiness either, exactly what I hoped for. “Bravo, Sport! You’re officially a Texan now. We couldn’t be prouder.”
I beamed, my chest full of pride, not just about the meal but for being able to make my family so happy. That’s all I long to do. My final night at my dads’ house was perfect. We all helped with the cleanup, laughing and sharing more Corey Stories. Some to his protests, most to my amazement and amused disbelief. Through both types, all I could think was: this is my wonderful family. How the heck did I get so lucky?
Eventually, our dads retired to their wing of the house with their usual evening drinks. Corey and I headed to our side, the promise of young love - and a few other things - hanging in the air.
Chapter 6: Turning the Tables
Corey is my fantasy man and every time we’re together, he becomes even more so. I can’t resist him. The moment we got to our room AND shut the door; I enthusiastically tackled him. We tumbled onto the bed and landed with me on top. My arms pushing down on his broad chest, trying to playfully dominate his larger frame. He looked up at me, sweet and loving, but caught completely off guard by my mock attack. My day had started out with a horror, but it was ending on an incredible high.
“Hey pup! You’re the one who just cooked us an amazing meal, shouldn’t I be the one throwing you onto the bed to show my appreciation?”
“Corey, you always treat me so perfectly. Every night we’re together, you’re my ultimate lover and protector and I love you for it. But you’re my man too. I just cooked a meal for our family. I proved I can take care of you, just like you take care of me. Now it’s my turn to show you how much you mean to me.”
His eyes softened, and I could feel his heart beating in his gaze as I continued.
“My wolf. I’m not challenging you. Why would I ever want to? But, Corey, tonight, can I make love to you? Just like with the meal, I want to give you the same pleasure you always give me. I think it would be the perfect way to end our time together in this room - your old bedroom. Plus… it’s the final part of me I haven’t shared with you, or anyone. Can I give you my last virginity?”
Corey’s expression shifted to a mix of surprise and amusement. “Ollie, if you fuck as well as you deliver these unexpected confessions, I’m in for an amazing ride. Seriously, do you just have all these little speeches saved somewhere, all prepped and ready to go?”
I laughed. “Oh, hayal no! You know my inner monologue’s writer is a noob. He’s currently freaking out about pulling off a real sex scene. He’s trying to steal inspiration from every incredible experience you’ve ever given me. Until he eventually gets enough confidence to coax me into doing things I’d never be brave enough to do on my own.”
Corey gave me a teasing, yet sincere look. “So, are you sure you really want to top me? Because, you may not know everything yet. It’s definitely about a lot more than just trying something different.”
Still straddling his waist, I met his gaze, my heart steady. “Yes, my wolf, I’m sure. I want to give you the same feelings of love and security that you always give me. I want you to feel as cherished by me as I feel by you. Don’t worry, if switching roles isn’t something we ever do again, that’s okay - but tonight… please let me try.”
****
After a very intense look from Corey that I didn’t fully understand, he gave me an affirming nod. I started simply, with a sweet, soft kiss and by slowly pulling his shirt up along his reclined torso. Following our usual rhythm, I immediately pressed my face into his exposed pits, drinking in his scent. It grounded me, as always, but I knew I couldn’t stay in that moment forever. I had an assignment to complete, something to prove tonight. I needed him to feel my love.
Scenting my baby beard thoroughly, I moved in for a real kiss. Corey moaned as my beard brushed against his, our lips meeting with the electric connection we’d built over our weeks of being together. This time, though, I had him trapped with his pits exposed. And as I kissed him deeply, I controlled our motions and fed him the attention he deserved. His scent became more intoxicating to me than ever.
I pulled up and removed my shirt, offering him the opportunity to mix my musk with his. Corey reached up and cupped my cheek. He took my offer, pulled me close and pressed his face into my pit, inhaling deeply. The feeling of his nose nestled in my blond tuft still gave me goosebumps. Now, with both our scents mingling in our beards, we kissed again. This time more serious, more driven, more connected.
I wasn’t rushing. Like Corey always allowed me to do, I wanted him to savor every moment. But it was time to move our intimate journey forward. Rising off the bed, I quickly removed my shorts and underwear, freeing my aching hardness. I looked down at Corey, hoping he was as ready as I was, and I wasn’t disappointed. As I pulled his remaining clothes off, I saw that his body mirrored mine, eager and waiting.
But I still practiced restraint. This was about so much more than just our release. I moved back over Corey’s dark blond furred chest and gave him a soft kiss, then I began my journey down his body. My lips traced his neck, his chest, his nipples - each kiss or lick, drawing soft coos and moans from him, encouraging me. Every reaction built my confidence. I was making him feel the way he’d made me feel so many times before. I love pleasing my man.
I slowly licked a path down his thick dark blond treasure trail, wetting it to his hard abs. When I reached his bush, I paused, inhaling the rich scent of him. This was a part of him I’d come to love almost as much as his pits. I moved to the source of his maleness and I kissed his leaking shaft, tasting him. Letting him be my favorite flavor once more. I moved lower, taking his balls into my mouth, savoring the weight of them on my tongue. Tonight, I wasn’t stopping here. I was determined to explore new ground.
Corey let out a soft moan. As I continued, he propped himself up on his left elbow, his other hand’s fingers threading through my curls. “I love you pup. Seriously, how long have you been planning this? You’re working my body on a whole new level. It’s amazing. But be careful, if you keep this up, I won’t last long. And if you want to top me tonight… well, you’d better slow down.”
I looked up past his chest, meeting his eyes with a lusty smile, taking his words in as praise while knowing I had more new fun in mind. I kept moving lower, determined to reach his playing field that I’d never ventured onto before. His scent deepened, intensified, and I followed it to his most intimate spot. Gently, I lifted his legs, exposing him to me fully. I paused, and looked back into his eyes, asking for permission. “I love you, my wolf,” I whispered, and he nodded, granting me access to his most intimate furry place.
I was suddenly overwhelmed. I now understood why Corey nearly wept when he had to shave my hole and taint during my test so long ago now. Looking at my new Promised Land, I was filled with lust and excitement. I had no power to stop myself, I pushed Corey’s meaty thighs higher. Without hesitation, I leaned in and pressed a wet kiss onto his entrance; introducing my tongue to its new best friend. Corey let out a surprised gasp, followed by a deep, rumbling moan. “Damn, pup. You’re… wow. You’re making me feel things I’ve never felt before.”
I smiled at his reaction, but his next words immediately reminded me of the promise he made the first time he made love to me. “Just… are you sure you can keep that enthusiasm under control when you’re, you know, using something bigger than your tongue?”
I pulled up, looking into his eyes, letting him see the depth of my love. “Corey, I promise to give you the same gentle care you’ve always given me. I’d never rush or hurt you. I just… I didn’t know it would feel like this. And I promise, just like you told me, you’re the one in control. If my enthusiasm and inexperience make me forget that, tell me and we’ll take a break.” To make my intentions clear, I moved my index finger to rest on his furry pucker, making his hole twitch and his body shiver.
His smile lit up his face. “I love you so much, my pup. But, ah, I’ve got a confession. It’s not going to ruin the moment, but it might change it.”
I paused, but gently urged my index finger’s first knuckle through his tight ring, waiting for him to continue. His body shivered under my touch while his face showed nothing but increased pleasure.
“Ollie… you’re probably not going to believe this, but until right now, I had no idea how great getting rimmed, or penetrated with a finger, would feel. My pup. I’ve never done this before. You’re my first. I’ve never wanted to be topped by anyone else. You’re the only person I’ve ever trusted like this.”
For a moment, I couldn’t process his words. “What?” Not even realizing that my finger was now completely embedded in Corey’s hole, nudging his prostate.
Corey moaned softly, laying his head back on the pillow, still smiling. “You heard me. Like our dads told you, I can’t commit to someone I’m not completely in love with. You, Oliver Aaron Carson, are not only my first true love, but you’re about to be my first top. And I want you to be my only.”
I froze, my mind spinning, I gave Corey a new kind of deer-in-the-headlights look. Unsure how to proceed, I was trapped between elation and disbelief, confusion and celebration. But his calm, steady gaze freed me and pulled me back into the moment. My finger still breaching his entrance, a reminder of the trust between us. “Corey, I had no idea. I… don’t know what to say.”
“Look at that face! You still can’t hide a single feeling, and that’s just another reason why I love you so much. You don’t have to say anything,” Corey said warmly, his smile full of love. “Just know that I want this. With you. We’ll figure it out together. It’s our first journey of exploring something new together. And it’s going to be perfect.”
****
Corey did his best to lighten the mood, “Take my maidenhead Ollie, I’ve saved it just for you.”
I wasn’t quite ready to proceed, “You know… I still don’t understand what that really means. I mean, I have an idea…”
“It’s a phrase for virginity that I learned from the first porno I ever watched. It’s apparently a classic, but it was just old and weird to me. And it was straight porn. Anyway, the main character kept claiming the ‘maidenheads’ of his supporting female cast until, in the end, they exacted their revenge on him by binding him and letting two of his male students take his. Sadly, that part was only implied, right before the end credits rolled. I was all ‘Wait! This is finally getting good’.”
We both chuckled, and that little release of tension reminded me of where my finger still was. With renewed focus, I resumed my exploration and was amazed to see Corey’s expression melt into a look of pure bliss. His eyes rolled up and a contented moan escaped his slightly parted lips. I gently sawed my finger in and out, making sure to graze his prostate with each stroke.
Corey looked like he was in heaven. “I had no idea,” he kept whispering, his voice full of awe. He now actively held his knees close to his chest, giving me the freedom to use my other hand to give him new pleasures. I wrapped it around his precum slicked cock and started slowly stroking him as I gently added a second finger to help open his hole. There was no protest. His body welcomed the intrusion, showing no signs of discomfort, only an ever-growing euphoria.
Seeing Corey’s pleasure only fueled my own, pushing me up another rung of our ladder of mutual bliss.
Before adding a third finger, I realized I could now change positions. Free to move, I shifted so I could lick his nipples, savoring the feel of his skin under my tongue. My third finger, slick and ready, slid into him, and Corey’s response mirrored my own from when he had done the same to me. His face softened into pure surrender as he whispered the words I’d been waiting for.
“Ollie, please make love to me now. I’ve never been more ready, or needed it more.”
I beamed down at him, kissing him deeply. “I will, but… well, you knew what you were doing with me. I’m still kind of clueless here. How do you want me to start?”
Corey smiled, soft and reassuring. “Don’t lose your confidence, pup. You’re doing great. I’m all yours. But, since I’ve been on the other side of this, and at the risk of making a bad pun, I think we should start doggie style. It’s the easiest way for a new top. And I promise to keep you informed on how I’m feeling. I know you’re going to go slow. You’ve got me.”
With that, I slowly removed my fingers. Corey leaned up to kiss me one more time before rolling over and getting into position, his movements slow and seductive as he settled onto his hands and knees. “Remember this pup? ‘Head down, ass up?’” While I couldn’t see it, I knew he was smirking.
I giggled - once again - before I slapped his cheeks and joyfully realized that the slap-er gets just as much pleasure as the slap-ee. “Corey, my love, I promise to never demean you. I’ll only ever honor you. Um, dang, wait, that was pretty cheesy, wasn’t it?” I blushed.
Ollie saved me, “See pup? It’s not easy to say perfect lines when you’re about to rock your lover’s world.”
Damn! I’m Corey’s lover. I tried to contain my goofy smile. I focused and realized that I could only rely on what I’d desire if the situation were reversed. I directed Corey to move to the edge of the mattress, while I stood behind him and positioned myself. I pulled my foreskin back and let the tip of my cock kiss the entry to his being. I tried my best to emote as much caring and love as I could, while I slowly applied pressure and hoped to reassure him by simply placing my hand on the small of his back.
I popped through Corey’s resistance almost too-easily. I nearly chuckled, as if I never honestly expected that this would ever actually happen. But Corey’s immediate gasp and my own suddenly overwhelmed senses instantly halted my effort. Corey’s pleasure was my only concern, so I hung on his every word. “Damn pup! Give me a second. Please!!! Don’t move. Remember, you’re only about 3/4ths an inch smaller than I am, and nearly as thick.” As always, he lightened the moment. “How did you manage to take me again?”
I chuckled but tried my best to remain focused. “I had a skilled lover for my first time; you’re not so lucky. But Corey, I had no idea. I’m only a few inches in and the sensations are overwhelming. You’re so warm, so tight. I could cum in seconds just thinking about the honor you’re giving me.” I wasn’t prepared for how connected I felt to Corey at this most important moment.
I remained mostly paused, trying to use Corey’s trick when he first entered me. I just kept gently pressing into him as I seductively leaned over his back and started kissing across his shoulders. I wrapped an arm around his chest to reassure him as I slowly, inch by inch, continued to sink into him. As I bottomed out, I finally felt Corey’s body relax under me so I reassured him, “You’ve taken all of me, my wolf, how do you feel?”
Corey strained to chuckle, “Um, is ‘unexpected’ a valid reply? I swear I had no idea how intense this would feel.”
I remained as motionless as I could, but I knew Corey was able to feel every involuntary pulse of my over stimulated cock. “Is ‘unexpected’ good or bad?”
“Damn! Both.” I could see beads of sweat breaking out across his shoulders, I knew he was processing so many new feelings and emotions. “Believe me I had no idea how much pain a bottom has to endure, no matter how gentle his top may be. But honestly, that pain’s already mostly gone and now I’m equally amazed to learn how much pleasure a bottom gets to experience. Pup, my love, please fuck me.”
I began to move with slow, deliberate motions. Each thrust of my hips seemed to send a surge of electricity through both of us. I was absolutely euphoric from the tightness, the heat, the way Corey’s body was embracing mine - it was intoxicating. I suddenly remembered Corey’s prostate exam. And I angled my hips up slightly to make sure I was hitting his butt nut with every thrust. I was rewarded with a deep moan from my man, as he shuddered beneath me.
“God, Ollie,” Corey groaned, his voice laced with surprise and pleasure. “I didn’t… I didn’t know it could feel like this.”
I beamed; the sound of Corey’s pleasure only fueled my motions. And as our intensity built, I felt a familiar pressure rapidly building in my core. We were already way too close to our mountain top. But, I didn’t want it to end yet, and definitely not like this. I confronted myself with a new twist on my favorite conflicted command: “Ollie! Stop!” I slowly pulled out; my breath coming in ragged gasps. And I heard Corey’s sweet protest in his question.
"Ollie?" He almost whimpered.
“Um, sorry. I was having a little too much fun. Ah, and I hope you were too. But I don’t want to complete our new exploration together without being able to see your face.”
Corey enthusiastically rolled onto his back with an approving smile. “My Ollie. I need to see you too.”
My heart swelled at the sight of him beneath me. His eyes were filled with love and trust, and lust. I gently re-entered and a soft gasp escaped from both of us as I sank back into my man’s warm, wet, tightness. Bonus! I could now kiss Corey while we coupled. My lips met his in a slow, tender kiss as I forced myself deep inside his soul. The world around us faded into the background.
“Are you okay?” I asked softly, remembering that this position initially caused me a lot of pain when Corey was on top.
Corey nodded; his eyes dark with desire, not discomfort. “More than okay,” he breathed. “Keep going.”
With that reassurance, I began to thrust again, our bodies falling into a perfect rhythm once more. I tried to keep each push slow and deliberate. I loved being able to see Corey’s eyes. Our gazes locked; we began a wordless dialog. Corey’s childhood bedroom filled with the soft sounds of our shared breaths, the erotic slap of skin against skin, and the quiet gasps of our mutual pleasure.
My own sweat began to bead on my shoulders and pecs. My droplets started falling onto Corey’s forest of chest hair, mingling with his own. I couldn’t resist any longer - I dove into Corey’s neck, inhaling the scent of him, a mix of our sweat and combined masculinity. Our mutual scent once again sent a shiver down my spine. I kissed his inviting lips, then moved lower, once more burying my face in his pit, inhaling deeply as our bodies continued to move together.
Corey’s moans grew louder, his body was suddenly arching up beneath mine. The friction between us intensified. Corey’s hard cock, trapped between our bodies, was slick with his pre-cum. It rubbed against my abs with each thrust. I saw his eyes widen, with a look of awe and disbelief crossing my alpha’s face.
He tried to eke out, “I’ve never… never let anyone do this,” he gasped, his voice shaking with emotion. "But I - "
Before he could finish, Corey’s body tensed, and he let out a long, guttural moan. I saw his cock pulse fiercely, releasing thick spurts between our bodies. I witnessed the waves of pleasure wrack his larger frame. I held him tightly, feeling each spasm, each shudder, and kissed him deeply, pouring every ounce of my love into our embrace.
The sensations were all too much, and I quickly followed Corey over the edge. My release surged from my balls and vented out through my soul. My body spasmed as I shot my essence deep inside my lover. The heat of our closeness threatened to overwhelm me as I rode out our waves of ecstasy.
As lucidity slowly returned, I kissed my Corey again, slower this time, savoring the taste of him as our bodies finally stilled. We collapsed together, breathing hard, our bodies still tangled in the aftermath of our shared rapture. I looked down to see Corey’s eyes misty, as he looked up at me, his voice was soft and filled with emotion. "I’ve never felt this close to anyone before. And I’ve never felt so loved."
My heart was bursting. "Me neither, my wolf." I whispered, pressing a soft kiss into his lips. Right as my own tears of started streaming down my cheeks. "Me neither.”
Lightening the moment was my responsibility this time. “Um, did I pass my test… Again?” Corey saw my mischievous grin and we both started our customary post-coital giggles while we basked in the beautiful afterglow.
Chapter 7: Bragging Rights
“So… does this mean I’m the wolf now?” I teased as we reversed our positions from the first time Corey bred me. I loved the feeling of wrapping myself around his slightly bigger body, knowing he was still full of millions of little Ollies trying to make him pregnant with my puppies.
Corey chuckled, “Pup, do you really want to be?”
I laughed, “Oh, hayal no! I love being your pup. I need your loving dominance.” I curiously lifted my head off his shoulder to meet his kind blue eyes. “But, um, you did really like that, right?”
“That’s my boy.” Corey gave me that warm, loving smile I couldn’t get enough of. “But I’ve gotta admit, we may be a lot more ‘vers’ than I ever expected. I’m stuck somewhere between feeling stupid for never letting anyone do that to me before, and being absolutely grateful that I saved it for you. You were amazing, Ollie.”
And yes, I was smiling uncontrollably again. “You’ve thoroughly taught me that my butt rules my world. I’ll be ‘face down, ass up’ for you anytime. But I’m thrilled to know I can return the favor whenever you want. It was amazing, and honestly, a huge ego boost.” I kissed his cheek. “But my wolf, I still like you on top of me most of the time.”
He hugged into my shoulder and we drifted off into a blissful sleep. I didn’t even remember that I was supposed to be worried about a repeat performance of my newest nightmare.
****
We’d shifted our positions during the night, and I woke up in Corey’s arms, happily being his little spoon - the place where I felt safest. My father’s new nightmare didn’t have a chance of disturbing our peaceful slumber. My inner monologue boldly declared that my nightmare was over.
My silent watch alarm went off, and I quietly slipped out of bed, leaving Corey in his deep, content slumber. I was a bit wistful as I made my final journey through the dads’ house to the kitchen to greet Ted, who was also up and prepared for our day.
“Ollie, you know this is how the rest of our lives is going to go, right?” Ted said with my new favorite fatherly look. “We engineers have to get up early, while our doctor soul mates don’t have to go into the office until nine.”
I smiled and wrapped my arms around my new dad. “I’m more than okay with that, especially after last night.” I pulled back, meeting Ted’s curious gaze.
“Really son? Are you offering me a bit of ‘TMI’?”
“Ted - sshhh!” I giggled. “Corey let me be the ‘top dog’ last night. It was a first for both of us. I was scared out of my mind, but we made it through. And, well, it was… unreal. Absolutely amazing. This Friday couldn’t get any better.” I sighed contentedly, leaning against the counter as Ted gathered his keys and wallet.
“Pup,” Ted said with a knowing wink, “so it was really a first for both of you? I always suspected that about Corey, but there was no way I’d ever ask.” I let out a playful, incredulous sigh as we hugged and made our way to the car.
Chapter 8: Super Co-op
Eventually, we made it through the morning rush hour battle and arrived at work. As promised, it was an incredibly fun Friday - laughter, camaraderie, joy, and a little sadness at saying goodbye to great friends. But then came a completely unexpected surprise: I was voted Outstanding Co-op Student of the Term by both managers and my peers. I was in no way prepared for that, and now everyone knows what an emotional crybaby a big 6’3” former wide receiver can be.
There were so many hugs and congratulations. It was the most perfect day I’ve ever had without Corey by my side. Of course, I texted him with constant updates. Turns out, I was the only one surprised. Both of the dads and Corey already knew. Looks like I need to up my covert intelligence gathering game…
The weekend only got better from there. We moved my meager belongings into Corey’s house on Saturday morning and spent the rest of the day lounging by Corey’s heated pool, with me proudly wearing my new speedos. Both dads blushed. I defended my innocence by pointing out that Corey had picked them out. In unison, both dads gleefully chanted, “You’re grounded Corey.” I laughed out loud while still being grateful for Corey’s loving encouragement.
It was another perfect weekend. My life couldn’t get any better. But all good things must come to an end, and Sunday night quickly became Monday morning. Even so, I was excited - I was about to meet all my new co-op classmates and get another opportunity to make new friends. I was absolutely pumped as I got up early, ready to drive myself to the office in my Bronco, starting this new chapter on my own.
Corey was barely awake when my excited face kissed his sleepy one goodbye, quietly slipping out of our house and heading off to start my new adventure.
****
At 9:30, Ted finally texted Corey.
Ted: Corey, is Ollie okay? Did he have another nightmare last night?
Corey: No, in fact, I’ve never seen him so excited to leave for work. Definitely no nightmares. What’s going on?
Ted: Ollie never showed up at work. He’s not answering texts or his phone
Corey stopped texting and immediately called Ted.
To be Continued
