Set Me Free!
by Winter

9

"You're not really mad, are you?" Florian's slightly anxious voice calmed me down a bit, but my eyes were probably still black, because he cringed when I glanced his way. "I mean, it was a funny situation, wasn't it?"

"No."

"Scott, please, don't be angry with Jeff." He leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Or me."

"I'll think about it," I promised, fighting an urge to kiss him back. "I'm not mad at you, Florian, we made that mess together. No other promises, though."

"Oh. Try at least, will you?"

"Okay."

"Good." We stayed silent for a couple of minutes, then I felt his hand brush against my thigh. The touch was accompanied by a giggle. "You're such a nice guy, Scott."

I sighed. It was impossible to stay angry with Florian around. He was leaning back in his seat, toying with the seatbelt while he flashed me a shy smile. I let go of the steering wheel with one hand and patted his knee, and he immediately lit up. In a way I guess I still was angry, or at least upset. I had expected getting drenched in bad jokes and sexual innuendo by Jeff, but the way Florian had laughed along with him had taken me slightly aback. He hadn't seemed even a bit embarrassed; instead it was like the two of them had found each other instantly. By the time I had showered and changed into a clean uniform, they had been chatting like long lost brothers, and while Florian was away making himself presentable, Jeff had kissed my cheek and told me how happy he was for me. For once, I hadn't shied back from his kiss.

That had been one of very few moments of seriousness that morning. The two of them laughed almost uncontrollably while we cleaned up the kitchen. By some miracle, we all made it to work on time, and without me killing either of them. Patrolling wasn't exactly made easier by the fact that Jeff called me over the radio every time he had made up a new joke, nor by the way Florian delightedly chatted back with him. Still, being angry with Florian turned out to be impossible, and pretty soon he made me promise to forgive Jeff, as well. Those puppy-dog eyes of his could let him get away with anything and everything. The morning was quite uneventful except for a couple of fights to put a stop to, and a senile old otter to take back to his retirement home. I was afraid Florian would get bored, but he seemed to be enjoying himself, and kept asking me questions about work as a cop. At lunch I thought we'd stop by a small roadside café that I like, but Florian surprised me by having packed us a lunch made from yesterday's left-overs. So I stopped by a nice park, and we sat down directly on the grass to eat. It was one of those really warm and beautiful days that light up autumn, and the park was quite lively. I felt totally at ease, and when we had finished eating I pulled Florian close to me. We sat there for a while, just enjoying each other's presence, not caring in the least about the people around us. At least, I didn't care about them. When lunch break was over, I gave Florian a light kiss, which he turned into a medium-deep one before we got into the car. He giggled, and I asked him why.

"Did you see that ermine woman with the baby carriage? I thought her eyes would pop out of her head when you kissed me."

"Really? I didn't see."

"Too bad. Only had eyes for me, then?" I nodded, and he grinned widely. "Anyway, she did smile when she noticed I had seen her. It felt good."

"Why?"

"Because someone saw us, and didn't care. I think she liked it, even."

"Maybe. A lot of people aren't prejudiced, you know. And love is always beautiful."

"I guess so." He giggled again. "I love you, Scott."

"I lo..." I was interrupted as the radio buzzed, and I rolled my eyes before answering it. "Is that you, Jeff?"

"Yup. Hehe, who else? Now pull out and back out of the bushes, Scottie, your lunch break is over." Florian tried to suppress a snigger, but failed, and I glared at him. "You're over in Lakeside, aren't you?"

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Trevor and Mandie just called for backup, it seems a couple of kids are robbing a corner shop on the far end of Maple Road."

"I know where that is, I'm only a couple of minutes away. Any more backup coming?"

"A couple of cars, but they're a bit away. Be careful, Scott, the report says they're armed."

"Okay. Thanks for waiting until lunch was over."

"Anytime." He laughed. "Hope you paid for the meal."

"Why?"

"Well, correct me if I'm wrong, but breakfast was on Florian today." He laughed again, while Florian let out a howl of laughter, which quickly subsided as he eyed me carefully. "I'll tell them you're coming, Scottie, one way or the other."

"I'm sorry for laughing at you, Scott, but it was a funny joke." Florian smiled at me, but then his expression turned serious. "Do you think there's danger?"

"I doubt it. Juveniles mostly give up when they see cops. But I want you to stay in the car, no matter what. And for safety's sake, keep out of sight."

"Scott, I'm really scared."

"Don't be." I reached over to stroke his cheek, and he took my hand, kissing it. "It's gonna be fine, you see. This kind of things happen every now and then"

He wasn't reassured, but he did smile encouragingly as I pulled off the thoroughfare and onto Maple Road. Two police cars were already lined up in front of the shop, and I parked behind them, gesturing for Florian to stay put. Mandie was the senior officer at the scene, so she was running the whole thing. She is a Dalmatian, about ten years my elder, very competent and level-headed. There was no doubt in my mind that everything would go smoothly with her in charge.

"There's two of them," she explained. "They're inside, and we don't think they've noticed us just yet."

"They've got guns?" Our cars were parked so they couldn't be seen from inside, and we had all arrived without sirens. "Jeff said they were armed."

"Looks like they've got replicas, but it's hard to see. Better assume they're real" She nodded towards my car. "Who's the cute wolf? What did he do to get arrested?"

"Stole a heart. He's getting a life sentence." I blushed as she made wide eyes when the truth dawned upon her. "I'll introduce you when this is over. Where's Trev?"

"Other side of the door, there's an alley they might head for, and he's covering it."

I drew my gun, checking that it was loaded. I'm a good shot, and the distance was less than twenty metres. If needed, I felt sure I could hit a leg or an arm. Mandie watched the store while I slipped on my bullet-proof vest. I was still tying it together when there was some movement inside the corner shop. I felt a surge of adrenaline pump through me, my heartbeat increasing. Things like this always do that, to each and every cop. There are so many things that can go wrong, you just have to be on full alert. More movement, and Mandie nodded to me, meaning I would do the shouting. The door swung open, and two young pups rushed out, both of them clutching a gun in one hand and a plastic bag in the other. When they spotted the cars, they froze, but they didn't drop their guns. I took aim at the closer one, then stood up from behind Mandie's car.

"Police!" I yelled. "Drop your guns right now!"

The one I was aiming at, a young tiger, dropped both gun and bag and stretched his hands up while his bladder gave way. The other, an even younger lioness, looked around for a way to run, but then there was a loud bang as Trevor fired a warning shot, and I didn't have to repeat my order. Within a minute, the two of them were in the back of Trevor's car, heading for HQ. Mandie held their plastic guns, shaking her head as she sighed.

"Did you know you can buy these in every damn toy store? They've just painted them to make them look like metal."

"I know. Mandie, excuse me for a second, will you?"

I walked around her car towards mine, panicking slightly when I couldn't see Florian anywhere. But as I opened the door, I found him sitting on the floor in front of the passenger seat, curled up into a foetal position. He was shivering, and when I touched his shoulder, he jumped. He stared at me through tear-filled eyes, then leaped up into my arms.

"Scott! I was so scared!" He sobbed heavily as I held him, trying to calm him down. "I heard a gunshot, and I thought... I thought..."

"Ssch, Florian, it's okay, I'm fine. It was just one of my colleagues who fired a warning shot. Everything went just fine. They didn't even have real guns, just toys."

"But still... you could've died!" He had a look of pure horror in his eyes, and I could understand it perfectly. He had already lost his father, and now he had thought he'd lose me, too. "I've never been more scared in my life."

I kept holding him, stroking his hair as he cried. Mandie walked up to us, but didn't say anything. Instead, she nodded towards her car, and I knew she would radio HQ with details of the arrest. Slowly but surely, Florian's crying abated, but he didn't leave my embrace. When Mandie returned, she patted his shoulder with a look of sympathy in her eyes.

"I was with my husband once when we had an emergency call, a robbery much like this one. He works as a librarian, and the only violence he'd ever seen was on TV. His reaction to it was quite much like this. Are you okay, honey?" Florian nodded. "It was no danger, you know. Just dumb kids who thought they'd get rich quick. I don't envy poor Trev, he'll get to stay behind and clean his car tonight."

"One of the kids wet himself the moment he saw us," I explained, and Florian grinned. "They were even more scared than you were. Mandie, this is Florian, my brand new boyfriend. Mandie's one of the best cops in the state."

"We're getting married," Florian said, wriggling a hand away from me to shake hers. "Nice to meet you, Mandie."

"You too, Florian." She winked at me. "Caught yourself a real cute one, didn't you?"

I just smiled and kissed his nose, something that made him lean against me even stronger. Mandie flashed me a grin, then went back to her car. Before she closed the door, though, she winked at me.

"You do look good together, don't be afraid to show off. I'll personally put anyone behind bars who says different."

"Thanks, Mandie. Give my love to Hans and the kids."

"I will. See you later."

"She has kids?" Florian asked once Mandie was on her way. I nodded. "Many?"

"Three girls and a boy. Come on, we need to get off the road."

"Oh! I forgot." He giggled as I ushered him into the car. "She's nice."

"Yeah, you won't find anyone better." I drove a couple of hundred metres down the road, then into a parking lot where I stopped and turned to look at Florian. "Look, I have to be honest with you, Florian. I love my work, especially the freedom you have when patrolling. But the downside is you might get into situations like this."

"I know, Scott, and I know you can handle yourself. I just can't help getting scared. If I lost you, too..."

"You won't." I leaned over to hug him as he started to cry again. "You know, I've only pulled my gun about a dozen times since I started patrolling. And I've only fired it twice, and those were warning shots, like the one you heard back there. I've never had to shoot at another person."

"Just tell me you would."

"What do you mean?"

"Tell me you would shoot if your life were in danger. That you would do anything you could to get back home to me."

"I promise." I stroked his cheek. "Don't cry, my love."

"I'm sorry," he sniffled. "Seems like all I do is cry these days."

"You broke rule number two again."

"Oh." He giggled. "Thanks for reminding me."

With the sound of his crystal clear laughter still ringing in my ears, I pulled out of the parking lot and returned to patrolling. Jeff called and we talked about the incident for a while. He wanted to make sure we were both fine, and I assured him we were. While he and Florian were chatting, my thoughts centred themselves around my wolf. My precious wolf. I hated to see him scared and crying. All I wanted was that boyish giggle that was never far away, and his wonderful smile. Talking to Jeff cheered him up, and we spent the rest of the day in a happy mood.

Ten greeted us with wild howls of happiness when we got home, not having seen Florian for many days. He was happy to see her, too, and after a short walk we settled down for a nice quiet evening at home. Florian cooked us dinner, sternly forcing me out of the kitchen. After eating and doing the dishes we sat down on the couch. The TV was on, but I turned the sound off. There seemed to be something on Florian's mind, and I could guess what it was. I was leaning against the backrest, with him half sitting, half lying in my lap.

"I could request ground service."

"I don't know." He chewed his thumb-claw nervously. "I don't want you to quit a job you like, but..."

"And I don't want you to be worried every day when I'm gone, Florian. Working with Jeff would be interesting, to say the least."

"He's really a nice guy. I've only talked to him a couple of times, and it still feels like I've known him since forever."

"I know. He does that with people. He was there for me after you left, when I was really off track."

"He was? I haven't thanked him for that."

"I have, Florian. Many times over. By the way, I just thought of something."

"Hmm?" He sat up and turned to look at me. "What's that?"

"Should we send for your stuff? Or maybe go down to Austin and get it ourselves."

"No need to bother. I know Alex, he's smashed it all up by now. I brought all the stuff I just couldn't leave behind."

"What a bastard."

"He lives his own way, Scott, and you either play by his rules or you don't play. I chose not to play."

"That's fine, otherwise I would have lost you forever." I fell silent, a single thought freezing the rest of my mind. "Oh Florian! That must be how you felt back there, in the car. I'm so sorry I put you through that!"

"Look, I'll handle it, okay?" He giggled as I squashed him in a hug. "I won't try to make you quit."

"Consider it done!"

"Scott, no!"

"Yes! I don't want to make you feel like that, just by doing something I really don't need to do."

"What do you mean?"

"I never told you, but I only work because I need something to do. The money I got after my parents died is growing nicely in funds, and the interest alone is enough for me to live on."

"Wow. So you're a rich raccoon?"

"Yeah, a 'coon with coins." We both laughed. "Seriously, I wouldn't mind working at the office. Jeff's great to work with. Maybe I'll start working half time, that'll give me time for some other things I'd like to do."

"What things?"

"Art. I'm quite a good painter, and I love to write stories. Maybe I could even become a full-time artist one day."

"And I could be your house-man." Florian got a dreamy look in his eyes, but when he turned to face me they lit up like a pair of green flashlights. "Okay, let's do it! My house will be sold this week, we can use some of that money to buy ourselves a new house. Don't you think it'll be great!?"

"Whoa, slow down! No need to rush ahead."

"Why not?" He kissed my lips, but backed away before I could reciprocate. "If it gets things done..."

"You're really something." I pulled him back for another kiss, while I took a couple of seconds to think. "Okay, how's this; starting tomorrow, I'll request ground service. You go ahead and sell your house, and we'll at least start looking for something."

"What about the wedding, darling?" He giggled, then kissed me again. "Just kidding. That can wait until after we've moved into the new house. We can have the ceremony in the back yard. Is Jeff gonna be best man?"

"I don't know. I've half promised my oldest brother Will he can be my best man when that time comes, but I'm not sure how he'll like this kind of wedding."

"Then Jeff can be mine. If you've got two grooms you can have two best men." He sighed deeply, and the dreamy look returned to his eyes. "You know what, Scott? I think you'll look so handsome in a tuxedo. And I just know I'll look dazzling in my bright white wedding dress."

"What?"

"Just pulling your leg, Scott." He giggled. "You should have seen your face."

"Whatever," I said, pouting. "Just don't start sending out invitations until we've planned it a bit longer."

"Wow." Florian moved up until he was sitting in my lap. "I'm gonna call the lawyer in the morning, to let him know where to find me, then I'll start looking for ads. One storey is enough, don't you think, or do you want two?"

"You're not going to slow down, are you?" He grinned. "You'll give an old man ulcers."

"You're not old, Scott. Well, maybe, but you're not ancient. At least not very ancient."

Without saying a word, I grabbed him around the waist and turned him over to lie on his stomach across my lap. A perfect position. I slapped his butt a couple of times, while he squealed with laughter. My mind set to quench that teasing giggle, I swatted him a little harder, and suddenly he tensed up. A shiver ran through him, escaping his lips as a strained sigh. I flipped him back over and gave him an anxious look.

"Florian, are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Not at all." He got up to take a seat next to me, blushing all the time. Then he hugged me, whispering in my ear. "Not at all, but you made me come in my pants."

"Just like that?" He nodded, still blushing. "You really like that kind of thing, don't you?"

"Yeah, it's fun. But I'm not sure I wanna do it all the time anymore. Scott, promise me you'll only spank me when I've been naughty."

"All right. Well, maybe sometimes I'll do it just for fun. I promise you can always trust me not to hurt you."

"Thanks." I pulled him towards me for a hug, but he wormed his way out of it. "I really have to go and get cleaned up. I do come a lot."

"So I noticed, yesterday."

He blushed deeply as he hurried towards the bathroom. I couldn't help laughing quietly to myself. Florian was so alive, so joyously alive it made my head spin. Here I was, just glad to have him back with me, seizing a second chance I hadn't really believed I would get, while he was already planning years ahead. Or was he? What was to say his dreams couldn't come true sooner than that? I realised only then that I shared those dreams; hell, I had even dreamt about the two of us finding a house to live in! It wasn't far-fetched. I let my thoughts dwell on it for a little while. We had known each other for little more than a week and a half, and only admitted our love for each other yesterday. So why should I let that stop me? Florian was an ever-honest person; I found it difficult to believe he'd ever lie about anything, so I knew his feelings were as true as he voiced them. And I certainly knew that my feelings were true. I had all but been destroyed when I had thought I'd lost him. I loved him with all my heart, so why should I try to keep us back? The answer seemed easy. I shouldn't. I should embrace his sparkling, loveable enthusiasm, and turn it into solid reality. But at the same time I felt nervous. I had been raised to be patient and think things through. Rushing ahead like this went against my entire being, just like holding back would go against Florian's. When he returned from the bathroom and slipped into my lap, this time wearing nothing but his grin, I had made up my mind.

Saying nothing, we kissed deeply, passionately. Despite his recent orgasm, Florian quickly turned hard, but did nothing to hide the fact. I stroked his cock gently, making him sigh into our kiss. With my mind set to fulfil whatever dreams we could come up with, I also came to realise that there was no need to go slow with other things, either. Florian had said we should wait with sex until I felt comfortable with it, and I decided that I really was ready. I stood up, holding him in my arms as we made our way towards the bedroom. He gazed deep into my eyes, grinning widely as I nodded to answer his unspoken question. As soon as I had put him down, he started undressing me, working quickly until we were both naked. He licked his lips at the sight of my erection, which while not as impressive as his, is still slightly above average. I groaned as he licked at the tip, purring happily as he tasted my pre-cum. Just as I thought I couldn't hold out any longer, he stopped, and instead started to kiss and lick my balls. He rolled them on his tongue, sucking gently on them while I almost fell over from the sensory overload. As if he knew what I was feeling, he stood up and kissed me, letting me taste my own pre before he pushed at my arm, urging me to lie down. I complied, and he returned to nuzzling my sac while I felt his fingers probe lower. As he touched my anus, I had to bite my lip in order not to yell out loud. The feeling was so erotic, and it sent waves of pleasure through my entire body. I knew I was close to coming, so I pulled him up until we lay face to face, then I kissed him. He pushed closer to me, rubbing his body against mine while our tongues caressed one another. The touch of his hard-on against my own rigid cock, while his hands massaged my rump, had me seeing stars. Then it all stopped, and when I could open my eyes again, I noticed why. Florian had rolled over to lie on his back, and had grabbed his knees and pulled his legs up, spreading them as wide as possible. He looked at me pleadingly, his tail wagging beneath his furry butt. I smiled at him and cocked my head, to which he nodded, blushing slightly. I knew I had no lubrication, never having expected this kind of need for it, so I stroked myself, rubbing my pre all over my cock, while I knelt beside his legs and bent low. I licked at his balls, making him squeal with delight, and before he knew what was happening, I moved my tongue to his hole. I never really planned to do it; it just seemed like the natural thing to do, even though I had to quench a shiver just before I made contact. If I hadn't been so totally aroused, I would have worried about the taste, but Florian was clean, and it tasted almost no different from kissing his sac. Almost. There was a hint of musk, a whisper of a taste that if anything turned me on even more. Florian's reaction was no surprise to me, remembering the feelings he had given me moments ago with just his fingers. He squirmed and bucked, panting and gasping with delight. Then he grabbed my hair and pulled at it slightly. When I looked up, his eyes were desperate.

"I can't wait, Scott," he whispered. "Please make love to me."

I nodded, not trusting my voice, then I climbed up to stand on my knees between his legs, careful not to crush his tail. I leaned down and kissed him, while I rubbed the tip of my cock against his slick hole. Again, I felt like I was at a threshold, and that once I stepped over it, the door would close behind me forever. But I really had no choice except to go on; my body wouldn't let me stop, and neither would Florian. He wrapped his legs around my hips and pulled me towards him. I didn't resist, and we both let out gasps when I sunk into him. The heat and pressure was incredible, far more so than with any woman I had ever made love to, and I knew then and there that this was it for me. From now on, I could never be with anybody else, male or female. Florian gazed at me through tear-filled eyes, but his smile told me that they were happy tears. Then something dripped down onto his nose, and I realised I had them, too. We started moving slowly, building up a steady rhythm. I felt my cock rub against what had to be his prostate with every move, and I could also feel him tense up and tighten as it did. With the level of excitement, I knew I wouldn't last long, and judging from the way Florian closed his eyes and twisted his head from side to side, neither would he. I pushed as deep into him as I could possibly get, then stayed there while I bent my neck to reach and suck his nipples. His muscles kept clenching and unclenching, slowly driving me towards the end. Then he cried out, and I felt his seed hit my chin. I opened my mouth and managed to catch some of that delicious liquid on my tongue, while I started pumping into him again. It was a glorious feeling as he contracted all around me while having his orgasm, squeezing my cock almost violently. I could watch jet after jet of white cover his chest, blending into his bright fur. He really was a messy boy. My own orgasm was approaching rapidly; starting as a tingling at the tip of my cock, then spreading throughout my body until it felt like I was on fire. I gritted my teeth, determined to hold back as long as possible, but I soon had no choice but to let go. I pushed deep again, sinking down onto his cum-covered chest while I shot my load into him. He stroked my head, whispering something I couldn't hear, then stuck his tongue into my mouth just as I was at my peak. We kissed furiously, with a passion I didn't know I had in me. Slowly, the world stopped spinning and returned to normal. Florian lay purring beneath me, his eyes half closed and his tongue lolling out. I stayed inside him as my cock slowly went flaccid, then pulled away, rolling over to lie on my back next to him. He took my hand and held it, still not saying a word. We stayed like that for a while, then I got up and pulled him to his feet.

"Come on, Flurry, we need a shower."

"Flurry? Where did that come from?"

"Well, you look like a Flurry, with that snow white tummy of yours. Shake a leg, now."

Grinning, he waved his left foot high into the air, then yelped as I grabbed it and pulled him off the bed. He took his revenge immediately, though, as he leaped up and hugged me from behind, smearing his cum all over my back. Bickering and laughing all the way, we finally made it into the shower. I set the water to hot, then we lathered each other up. Florian seemed to love being touched, and his hands were equally eager to brush against every single part of my body. We played around a bit, but did nothing really sexual, ending up in a tight hug as the water rinsed our fur. Florian closed his eyes and purred loudly, leaning his head against my shoulder, and I had to pry him loose in order to rinse out our chests and stomachs. After we got out of the shower we towel-dried each other, another golden opportunity to touch and feel. There seemed to be a kind of glow around Florian, as if his happiness was so total it almost became visible. Whenever our eyes met, I nearly cringed from the radiant love and lust shining from them. Once dry enough, we went back to the bedroom, and he lay down on top of the quilt, eyeing me quizzically as I pulled on a pair of briefs.

"You're getting dressed?" He kept his disappointment well concealed, but I could clearly hear it. "I thought we'd cuddle some more, then go to sleep."

"Part of being a pet owner. Must never forget the little ones."

"Her good-night walk." He snapped his fingers, nodding. "I see. Wait a second, I'm coming too."

"I thought you just did. Twice, too."

"Noo, don't tease me!" He hid his face in his palms, but his wagging tail betrayed his total lack of embarrassment. The sight was made even cuter by the fact that I could see part of his huge grin through his fingers. "You're so cruel."

We walked slowly to the park, then followed Ten up and down her invisible paths as she checked the place for new and old exciting scents. Without saying anything, I took Florian's hand and held it as we walked. His first reaction was to tense up and glance around, but after a couple of seconds he calmed down and squeezed my hand back. In the corner of my eye, I could see a happy smile on his lips as we kept holding hands. We met some people now and then as we walked along, and each time Florian would try to pull away, but I wouldn't let go. He got a bit tense, but as we passed them they didn't even seem to notice. He relaxed, leaning slightly against me. Once we were out of the park he grew nervous again, but I kept his hand in a steady grip and in the end he relented. Before long, we were back home. I went to feed the dog, while Florian vanished into the bathroom. We met in the hall, and I nearly lost my breath. He was naked, and the tip of his penis was peeking out of his sheath. My blatant staring seemed to make him self-conscious, because he covered himself with his hands, blushing slightly.

"You don't mind, do you? I mean, if I'm naked sometimes?"

"Not..." I had to clear my throat before I found my voice. "Not at all, but you'll need to get used to my staring. You're so beautiful."

"Thanks. I really like looking at you, too."

"Was that a hint?" I started removing my shirt.

"Mmmmaybe." He moved a little closer to me, teasingly running his hands across my chest as he gave me a coy wink. "Do we need to go to sleep yet?"

"No."

"Good. The cold air took away my drowsiness."

Smiling, he helped me strip down to my briefs, then playfully grabbed a handful of my chest fur and pulled me towards the bedroom. His tail wagged slowly from side to side, brushing over the front of my underwear with each swing, hypnotising me with its rhythmical movement and exciting me with glimpses of what lay underneath. This was Florian's show, and I willingly let him lower me to the bed, then slip his tongue inside my mouth. Our lips didn't touch, just the tongues, and when I tried to turn it into a kiss he pushed me back. Meanwhile, his hand tickled my by now trembling erection through the fabric of my briefs, a touch so light and fleeting it was almost torture. Then he pulled back and looked me deep in the eyes, and I felt like I wanted to drown in his beautiful green eyes. He licked his lips slowly, a sight so erotic I felt like grabbing him and throwing him on his back, taking him right then and there, but I kept myself in check. I wanted so bad to see what he was planning. After a while of just looking at me, he reached for my briefs and started to pull them down. My cock ached to be released, and slapped up against my belly, making him giggle. He grabbed it, then spit into his hand and started to lube me up. I took his hand and shook my head at his unspoken question.

"I want you this time," I whispered. "Make love to me, Florian."

"B-but I..." He blushed. "I've never... Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. Perfectly sure."

"But I'm too big..." He grabbed his stiff cock and waved it around, leaving a string of pre-cum to fall to the bed. "And I'm your first, it'll hurt too much!"

"I trust you, Florian." I realised the truth in it as soon as I'd said it. I really would trust him with my life, so trusting him with my virginity was nothing. "I trust you'll be gentle."

"Without any proper lube it's gonna hurt bad, Scott."

"I think I've got a tube of mild pad lotion in the bathroom, if you think that'll help."

He quickly got up and headed for the bathroom cabinet. His rock hard cock was dribbling all the time, betraying the excitement he tried to hide behind concern. I knew he wanted this as much as I did, if not more. I was still quite a bit nervous, but sternly decided. Returning to the bed, he squeezed some of the viscous salve onto his fingers, then touched them to my butthole. He rubbed against it, then gently pushed at it, prying the muscles to let a finger in. It felt so good, and as he rubbed my prostate I just closed my eyes and chirped with delight. As he added a second finger, he started licking at my nipples, taking my mind off the slight discomfort. Still, I couldn't help picturing his slender fingers compared to the girth of his equipment, and as my nervousness grew, my cock went the other way. Of course, Florian saw this and stopped what he was doing.

"Scott, don't push yourself into this."

"Actually, you're supposed to do the \x91push into' bit, you know."

"Don't joke, love, it's not funny. I feel like I'm about to rape you."

"I'm sorry, Florian. I want to do it, but I can't convince my body it'll be good." I sighed. "I've never been scared of pain, you know. I grew up with six sisters and three brothers. There was always pain. So why the hell am I so scared now?"

"A quite common fear among heterosexual or supposedly heterosexual males, that the act of penetration will bereave them their manliness, rob them of their otherwise assured control over the sexual situation." He tilted his head and let his tongue loll out of the corner of his wide grin. "In other words you're afraid of being a pussy, Scott."

I sat up and stared at him, my mouth agape. The boy was just so full of surprises! He held my gaze for a couple of seconds, then he broke into laughter, hiding behind his palms in that acutely irresistible way of his. I pulled him into a bear hug, trying my best to squeeze him in half while I tickled his sides, and soon he was screaming with laughter.

"Scott, stop! I give up!"

"You've got a filthy mouth, Florian. But you're quite a psychologist."

"Only a hobby." He winked. "I may not be a college boy, but I can read, you know."

"I keep underestimating you. You're smarter than you look."

"I don't look smart?" He put on a hurt expression, but his giggles betrayed him. "And I've always tried to keep a good wardrobe."

"Smart, not smart, dummy." I joined him laughing. "No, you really do look smart, but I guess I didn't know you were brilliant. But you keep surprising me."

"Scott, please!" He blushed, but I could tell he loved the compliment. "I'm not brilliant!"

"Yes, you are. Florian, maybe you should consider going to college. You could easily become whatever you want."

"And if I want to become your house-man?" He leaned in for another hug. "It's true I had good grades in highschool, and I would probably do well at college, but I don't really want to."

"All right, you're a grown man, you decide. Just think about it." I lay down on my back, pulling him with me. "Right now I want you to think about fucking me. You cured my fear, you know, time to cash in your fee."

"My, Scott, you're fast!" He giggled. "Wait a minute."

He got up and started rummaging through one of his suitcases, muttering to himself as he searched for something. With a little yell of triumph, he found what he was looking for, then returned to the bed and grabbed the bottle of pad lotion.

"I brought some of my toys." He held up a rubber dildo that, while still seeming large to me, was considerably smaller than his own cock. Especially in length, but also in girth. "Let's take it step by step, okay? Where were we?"

"Two fingers, going on three. And you were sucking my nipples."

"All right." He giggled. "I'll suck your dick on three, then your nuts when this baby goes in. Then we'll see if you're still in the game."

"Is that a challenge?" He nodded. "You'll see, boy, you'll see."

"Okay." He kissed my cheek as he lubed up his fingers again. "Just promise me you'll make me back off if it hurts too bad. Promise me that."

"Sure, I promise. But not until I've at least tried to grit my teeth and hold out."

"Deal." He grabbed my hand and shook it vigorously, laughing heartily while he shoved his two first fingers into me. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, but there was no real pain. "How's that?"

"Fine. Just give me fair warning before you escalate."

He nodded, then continued to work on me. True to his word, he gulped my erection down as he inserted one more finger. Before long I had to stop him, though, or I would have shot my load too soon. We rested for a couple of minutes after he pulled his fingers out, then I got up on all fours. Florian started to lick my balls, sucking on them gently while I felt the tip of the dildo against my hole. He pushed, but I was too tense and let out a grunt of pain.

"Try to relax, love." He gave my anus a couple of licks with his wet, warm tongue, and it worked. "That's better. Here we go again."

This time it went straight in. I felt stretched to the limit, as if one more millimetre would tear me open, but as I relaxed even more, the strain began to vanish. It helped that Florian found my prostate and rubbed it for all he was worth. My arms lost their strength and my upper body collapsed to the bed. I purred and moaned, wrapping my long, fluffy tail around Florian. His reply was to pull the dildo out, then mount me. Wrapping his arms around my chest, he pulled me tightly to him, then kissed my ear. When he spoke, his voice was thick with lust and desire.

"Are you ready, love? Are you sure you really want this?"

"Yes, Florian. Do it!"

"Okay. I'll be as gentle as possible."

"I know."

He nipped my ear, and as I yelped with surprise and pain he pushed the tip of his cock into me. The move was so sudden and so quick that I hardly had time to register the pain. But there was pain. It hurt like hell, but I was so well prepared that it passed swiftly. He must have felt my muscles loosen up, because he started to push again. It went well for a little bit, then we had to stop again. The delays had me frustrated, and before I really knew what I was doing, I sucked in my lower lip and bit down on it, then pushed back with all my strength. Florian's cock went all the way in and I cried out, tasting blood as my teeth pierced skin. He froze immediately, gasping.

"Oh Scott, no! Please tell me you didn't hurt yourself!"

"Don't worry," I grunted through gritted teeth. "I'll be fine, just stay still for a little while."

"Why, Scott, why?" I could hear in his voice that he was nearly crying. "I never wanted to hurt you..."

"Florian, just relax, okay?" I could feel him starting to shrink inside me, so I clenched my muscles, making him groan. "It's okay, you did nothing wrong. Okay? I'll be fine, trust me!"

"I tried so hard to be gentle..."

"You were, but I just couldn't wait any longer." I reached back and stroked his thigh, making his cock jump inside me. "Don't cry, Florian. It hurt, but it's getting better already."

"You shouldn't have..."

I silenced his somewhat lame protest by starting to move, slowly rocking back and forth. He gasped, then leaned down to kiss my neck I could tell that he was still upset, so I turned my head as far as I could, opening my mouth slightly. He took the hint and kissed me, and I could feel him stiffening completely again. Breaking the kiss, he caught my gaze and tilted his head, and I nodded to his unspoken question. The pain was all but gone, and as he slowly started to move within me, rubbing against my prostate, I felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through me. I buried my head among the pillows, purring loudly as Florian began to make love to me. As if he still needed proof that I was okay, he reached around me and felt my erection; just a light, fleeting touch, but it was enough for him to gain some self-confidence. He pulled back a bit, then pushed back in, repeating this action as it made my purr grow into a hum. Soon he was giving me long, slow strokes from root to tip, pushing so hard against my prostate he had me seeing stars. Time seemed to freeze, catching me on the brink of orgasm but unable to achieve it. Every time I got close, Florian would change his rhythm or his angle, pulling me back from the peak. My moans soon became impatient grunts, and I all but begged him to go faster, harder, to finish me off once and for all. Instead, he put his hands on my hips and pushed me down so I lay on my stomach, all the while staying deep inside me. He lay down heavily on my back, crushing me gently into the bedclothes as he rubbed his chest against my back. He started letting out a low purr, almost a growl as he kissed and nibbled my ears, licking the fur and skin behind them. I gasped, melting completely as he kissed his way down, ending up rubbing the nape of my neck with his teeth. By then, I was his completely. So caught up in bliss I would willingly do whatever he told me. But all he did was to resume his slow, steady thrusting while he nibbled and chewed on the back of my neck, occasionally licking the spot where the neck meets the skull, something that gave me goosebumps. I just lay immobile, with my tail firmly wrapped around Florian's butt and lower back. Then he started going a little bit faster, not much but enough to make the feeling grow inside me again. This time he didn't stop when I was getting close. Instead he lay his head on my shoulder, so our muzzles were right next to each other. I spread my legs and raised my butt as much as I could, and he took the hint, pushing deeper than ever before. I could feel the bulge at the base of his cock stretching me a little wider still, and that was enough to bring on my orgasm. I shot into the bedclothes, time and time again, while Florian sped up. He matched his thrusting to my contractions, almost assaulting my prostate. I cried out, coming much harder than ever before, and just as my shooting turned to dribbling, Florian reached his own peak. He bit down on the scruff of my neck, just hard enough for me to really feel his sharp teeth, then he let loose inside me. I felt his seed fill me up fit to burst, and some of that almost searingly hot liquid ran down my balls and into the sheets. Just as I thought he was finished, he groaned loudly and seemed to start all over again. Totally exhausted, he collapsed on my back, even while he was still coming inside me. When he finally stopped shooting, though, he quickly pulled out, leaving me strangely empty as he scooted down the bed and grabbed my hips, lifting them up so he could examine my anus.

"There's no blood, Scott, but you're quite swollen. You're really gonna feel this in the morning."

"I don't care. It had been worth twice as much pain, Florian. That was so great."

"Really?" He blushed, but didn't look away from me. "I've never done this before, but I know what makes me feel good."

"It worked like a charm." I rolled over and pulled him to me for another kiss. "You're like a charm to me, Florian."

"You say such sweet things, you're so romantic." He giggled, hiding behind his palms again. "Makes a man blush."

"Damn, look at the time! It's almost one!" I yawned, as if on cue. "You were at it for more than an hour."

"You make that sound like a bad thing." He snuggled up to me, taking his usual position in my arms with his head beneath my chin. I reached out and turned off the light, not bothering with straightening out the sheets or pulling the quilt over us. "Good night, Scott. Love you."

"Love you too, Florian. Sweet dreams." He giggled. "What?"

"Sweet indeed, with all this up my nose."

"Right." The room did smell strongly of sex, and I could only imagine what it was like for his sensitive wolf nose. "Just promise me you'll wake me up before you try anything funny. I don't wanna miss it."