Clearing Flames

By FuzzWolf and Frost Wolf

Story and characters are copyright to FuzzWolf and Frost.  Story features 
Male/Male oral sex.    Send comments to DrTrekWolf@mediaone.net


Some ten or so years later, Frost still feels the memory of their first 
encounter swirling about him.  Lying on the rug in his modest den he 
feels the warmth spread through his pure, white fur.  A sparkle in the 
pinkness of his eyes almost casts a light upon the memory. All about 
him, darkness.  Frost closes his eyes and he is there yet again.

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In the deep wood, Frost treads on a path of his own creation. Pushing 
past bushes and trees, he tried to keep the sack that held his meager 
belongings on his shoulder.  He snickered when he thought if his 
belongings were worth protecting. Other than his tunic and boots, all 
Frost had was some writing materials, foodstuffs, candles and a few 
gold pieces.  Still, he figured, it was better than nothing.  The albino 
wolf was able to eke out a living as a messenger, but it was nothing 
fancy.

Bursting out of a thicket like being birthed of the wood, Frost found 
himself falling to the ground.

"Hmph!" Frost snorted, "What a stupid place to put a root, indeed!"

He grinned and stood again to look at the small clearing.  Brushing off 
his boots and his fur, he took notice of the setting sun.  It would be 
dark soon and he had little chance of reaching Duchane before then. 
Since travel in the wood at night was not the smartest idea, Frost 
decided to set his pack down and start building a camp.

A fire pit was constructed and his blanket was spread out on the soft 
grass.  Frost took out a bit of traveling meat, some cheese and drank a 
bit from his wineskin.  The cool liquid felt refreshing as it splashed 
against his tongue and throat.  It felt like ages since he had taken time 
to relax.  Frost had traveled alone for many moons.  He looked 
forward to seeing others when he reached Duchane in the morning.

Night fell and the flames flickered heat in the pit.  Frost watched the 
dance of pumpkin light projected on the dark pine screen.  A haze of 
smoke wafted into the ink sky.  Pops of sap and damp wood echoed in 
the clearing all about him.  Frost smiled at the calm scene.

A crash of branches startled Frost out of his nature trance.  It seemed 
as if another was being born into the clearing tonight.

"Who's there?" Frost asked while turning about.

"Don't hurt me, " cried out a voice from the darkness, "I mean no 
harm."

A dark shape approached Frost and he put one paw toward the handle 
of his blade.  In the fire, he could see the stranger.  A large, brown 
wolf stood before him.  He was dressed in a black tunic and cloak 
with some rugged forest boots that looked a bit worn.  On his back, he 
carried a small sack, a quiver and a bow.

"I'm glad to see another this evening, my friend," said black cloak.

"Are you a hunter in these woods?"  Frost evaluated the figure and 
decided that he appeared not to be a thief or worse, a murderer.  The 
figure appeared to be just a young, working class wolf.

"Yes," black cloak grinned, "I'm from Duchane.  I just got into my job 
a little too much and the next thing I know it's dark.  I was wondering 
if I could camp here tonight?  These woods are filled with thieves... 
there's safety in numbers, you know."

Black cloak made sense.  Frost was a bit worried about sleeping in the 
wood, himself. "OK, sounds good to me.  My name is Frost and I'm 
on my way to Duchane as well."

"Glad to know you, Frost.  My name is Howlie, but sometimes my 
friends call me Fuzz; I guess since
I have this brown mop of fur..."

Frost smiled at the long, brown hair under Howlie's cloak. They got to 
know each other in a short time, sharing many stories over the fire.  
However, the night got colder and the fire was slowly dying down.

"Brrrrr!  It's getting cold out here!" remarked Howlie.

It, indeed, was cool in the clearing.  Frost threw a couple more pieces 
of wood on the fire, but it was no match for Mother Nature that 
evening.

Frost looked at his warm blanket.  "We can share this tonight, if you'd 
like..."

Howlie smiled and nodded.  "Yes.  I think that would be best."

Opening the blanket, Howlie crawled next to him and adjusted to a 
comfortable position.
Frost had not seen another being in weeks, let alone shared bedding 
with them.  He found Howlie's heat next to him to be very exciting.
Without thinking, Frost ran a paw across his bedmate's body to rub his 
chest.

"Hmmm?"  Howlie became startled, "What are you doing?"

"Body heat...  you're very warm."

Howlie snuggled back down. "Oh, ok."

Frost found himself attracted to the black-cloaked stranger.  He was 
warm with a pleasant face.  Frost ran his hand over Howlie's belly and 
slowly moved it lower... and lower... soon he found his paw gently 
brushing the stranger's sheath.

Frost found a paw on top of his.

"I've never done this before..." the brown wolf whispered.

"I'll be gentle," Frost purred, "I promise."

Howlie closed his eyes as Frost continued to stroke his warm sheath.  
In no time at all, his slick pink cock slid out from the panting wolf.  
Frost licked a furry finger and traced up the quivering cock to the tip.  
Howlie shuddered at the touch.

"Mmmm... I like this..." Howlie smiled.

"Shhh... " Frost whispered breathlessly and slid under the blanket.

With his strong paws, he pushed up Howlie's short tunic to gain better 
access.  He could feel Howlie's paws stoking his back as he gasped in 
pleasure.
The fire crackled while it illuminated two writhing figures against the 
dense forest wall.  Gasps of pleasure blended with hickory moke to 
fill the air.
Frost ran his tongue up and down Howlie's shaft.  His heavy scent 
was amazing.  The cock moved upward, searching, almost following 
Frost's wet attention.  Frost licked the shaft up and down while his 
fury paw gently brushed Howlie's fur covered testicles and sheath.  
Frost brought him to dizzying highs of ecstasy with his oral attentions 
and strong, wet wolf tongue.

Teasing was coming to an end, Frost decided, and he accepted 
Howlie's hardened masculinity into his warm muzzle.  A soft purr of 
pleasure escaped his mouth as Frost took as much of him into his 
mouth as he could handle without choking.  His taste was so musky 
and arousing.

Howlie's cock shuddered inside Frost's mouth as he sucked and licked 
the shaft.

Frost positioned himself between Howlie's spread legs in order to get 
leverage and he continued to hungrily lick and suck his arousal.  It 
seemed like an eternity of pleasure in that clearing that evening.
Howlie bucked and moaned against Frost's attentions.  A dyeing fire 
sputtered and crackled.
Howlie's motions became erratic.  He gasped and grabbed onto Frost's 
sweaty form.  Brown fur covered testicles quivered.  Frost tasted the 
salty pre-cum.  He knew what he was in for...

The stranger gasped and exploded his warmth in Frost's muzzle.  He 
swallowed every pumping he could handle.  The stranger's taste was 
quite appealing to him.  Frost licked his muzzle and then he licked 
Howlie's cock until it was clean.

Looking up, Frost smiled and gazed into the stranger's satisfied eyes.

Howlie returned Frost's gaze. He had never felt so utterly content in 
his life. All the potential dangers of the forest seemed a million miles 
away as he looked into the albino wolf's gentle eyes. How could he 
hope to return such a wonderful gift? Howlie decided he would try his 
best to return the favour, and hoped he did it right.

Howlie leaned up and took Frost in his arms. He looked at Frost's 
snowy white face and muzzle. With his long wolf tongue, he licked 
Frost's muzzle clean. Frost began retuning the licks, and soon the two 
tongues were writhing against each other. The pair's muzzle's came 
together in a passionate kiss, wolf tongues wrestling inside their 
mouths. Howlie gripped Frost's arms as he continued the kiss. He 
broke off; licked Frost's right ear once and then moved his attention 
farther down. He stopped at Frost's beautiful snowy white chest. He 
sniffed around and found Frost's nipples. Whether due to the cold in 
the air, or the heat of the moment, the small pink nubs were hard and 
erect in Frost's soft chest fur. Howlie licked each one slowly, his 
tongue circling around carefully before taking the nipple into his 
muzzle and sucking lightly. 

Frost gasped as an erotic wave shot through him.

Howlie continued his descent, running his nose down along Frost's 
chest and belly. He ran paws down Frost's back, gripping and tugging 
lightly at his fur. He stopped at Frost's perfectly white sheath. 
Already, Frost was clearly aroused and showing a little pink. Howlie 
gave his mate's sheath and balls a good sniff, bouncing Frost's furry 
sac on his nose a little. The sudden sensation in his nuts caused Frost 
to grasp Howlie's long scruffy headfur in his paws. He gave Frost's 
butt a squeeze, which elicited a little thrust. The pointy tip of Frost's 
cock bumped into his lover's wet nose.

Howlie ever so gently took Frost's sheath in his hand. The white fur 
was baby soft, it was possibly the most beautiful thing he had ever 
seen, he thought. He began moving the sheath up and down along the 
hardening meat held safely within. Every stroke down caused more of 
the pink shaft to be revealed. Howlie blew on it with each stroke. He 
could now feel Frost's knot start to harden at the base of his sheath. He 
pulled the furry covering down over the knot, revealing Frost's now 
fully erect cock in all its red pulsing glory. Now was the time he 
thought. He gulped down every inch of his albino lovers maleness. He 
grasped Frost's furry pulsing thighs as he moved up and down up and 
down in a rhythm with Frost's heartbeat.

Frost closed his eyes and leaned his head back. His lips parted in an 
expression of ecstasy. His hips began to move, involuntarily, with 
Howlie's suckings. He moved faster and faster. Howlie moved his 
paws to Frost's butt and pulled the big wolf towards him. He took all 
of Frost inside him.

Now his lips bumped against Frost's pulled back sheath, and his nose 
rubbed against Frost's trembling belly. The situation was almost out of 
his hands now, Frost was moving with such a speed all he could do 
was hold on tightly. Frost humped his mouth faster and faster and 
faster.

Frost clenched his hands open and closed as his mad humping 
continued. Soon, Howlie felt the knot swell in his mouth. He knew 
Frost was so very close to coming. He moved one paw around and 
gave Frost's heaving loaded balls a light squeeze. That was all Frost 
could take, he cried out as he unloaded in Howlie's mouth. Spurt after 
spurt of wolf cum emptied out of his furry sac. He hugged his lover's 
head to him as he felt the last ebbing of his climax fade away.

Howlie slowly pulled himself off, Frost dropped to the ground before 
him, a sweaty furry heap. Howlie smiled, glad that he had been able to 
return the favour.   From the way Frost slept that night, he knew he 
had done well.