CRY WOLF-1 New Kid On The Block
Written by Eugene Marvin aka NPHILLYDOGG _______________________
Pt-1
15 year old Mike O'Conner was a typical teenager from New Jersey [5'9", 130 lbs, slim wispy build, brown hair, pale skin], whom just happened to have suffered a terrible tragedy with the loss of his parents in a horrific car accident. His god parents [Gene and Pat McCray] flew down from their home in Maine to help with the funeral arrangements and settle the estate. Mike's family's home was closed down and sealed off until he was old enough to return to reclaim it. The McCray's [now Mike's legal guardians] moved him back to Pensacola Maine to live with them. Mike wasn't too happy about the idea of being snatched from the only home he'd ever known, nor from his school and friends, but what choice did he have as an underage teenager?
Gene and Pat McCray were longtime friends of his parents from their college days. They were people that Mike knew from his childhood, but they were virtual strangers after moving to Maine some 10 years ago and having only sporadic contact with the family at best. They owned a big house in Pensacola where Gene owned a private printing company and Pat worked as a registered nurse. They had no kids of their own, so taking Mike in [although inconvenient] was something they cherished and looked forward to doing.
The airplane ride from New Jersey to Maine wasn't long at all, however the transfer to train to Melbourne, and then the car ride into Pensacola [for which they had to travel over 3 bridges] took forever, especially for a teenager used to the fast life.
Mike sat in the backseat of the car, staring out the window at nothing in particular as the McCray's pointed out various places about town that a teenager might find interesting [such as the high school, the movie theatre, the mall, specialty shops, the hospital where Pat worked, and the printing company that Gene owned]. If Mike was impressed, it didn't show. All HE saw when he looked out the back window was and old rustic town [surrounded by vast amounts of wilderness] with a population of just over 15,000. Everyone drove 4 wheel drive vehicles [jeeps, SUV's, pickups, trucks, etc]. While the printing company, the town's Mill, the mall and the hospital did well to employ most of the town's residents, Pensacola was known for its fishing docks where a significant amount of the country's northeastern seafood is captured and distributed.
They drive through town, up a long winding road leading into the upscale parts of Pensacola's Eastern Heights where they lived. The home sat high in the hills, overlooking parts of the city below and most of the forest. The McCray's owned a two story home over a 2 car garage. The place had 3 fireplaces, cherokee wood finishing, with modern décor and appliances. The view from the living room and the master bedrooms were spectacular. With Mike's room in the back, he was practically guaranteed privacy.
They gave Mike the grand tour, then allowed him to settle into his room before ordering dinner. Mike was surprised to see his room was already fully furnished with everything a kid his age could want: a bed, a big screen TV, video games, stereo system, laptop computer, the works. He got Online [creating his own screen name and password], then searched for the most interesting places for teenagers to hang out? The mall, the library, and a place called Cedar's Point popped up, sparking an interest.
"Mike...dinner...!" called Mrs. McCray [Pat], a middle-aged frumpy woman with bleached blonde hair and black roots. Mike thought she was nice, but he wasn't about to start calling her `mom'. He turned off his computer and made his way downstairs into the dining room where the McCray's already had a roaring fire and takeout laid out extravagantly across the table.
Over dinner they discussed their hopes and plans for Mike's future and education, laying down the rules and telling him what they expected of him [i.e. good grades, obedience, etc]. "We're hoping that you attend state college here in Pensacola, once you graduate high school..., how do you feel about that, Mike...?" asked Gene curiously over dinner.
"But my parents wanted me to attend a state college back home...!" said Mike, having already mapped out his college plans with the adults.
"Well, yes..." said Pat, giving her husband a nervous look. "...b...but that was BEFORE..." she added, delicately.
"Before what...?" asked Mike, sounding annoyed.
"Things have CHANGED, Michael..." reasoned Pat. "...there's no one back home to look after you now..."
"I'll be 18..., I could `look after' myself!" stated the defiant teenager.
"Pat and I were hoping...that maybe you might want to stay closer...here, with US...?" questioned Gene, knowing his wife wanted the responsibility.
Mike looked at the couple as they stared back at him in wonder... "Of course we wouldn't expect you to have to continue to rely on US for transportation..." added Gene, seeing that the pot needed sweetening... "...we would gift you a CAR upon graduation so you could get around to classes better...!"
"A car...? Really...?" asked Mike, thinking of getting OUT OF THERE!
"Really!" smiled Gene, realizing he'd gotten the boy's attention now. "Of course we expect you keep your grades above average..., keep your room tidy..., and MIND the rules of our house..."
Mike frowned...
"We know the transition here from New Jersey isn't going to be an easy one for you, Michael..." reasoned Pat, speaking in a soothing tone. "...we want you to know we understand that it might take some TIME for you to adjust, we're just asking that you give this a chance...?"
Mike didn't say anything in response, he just cast his eyes down into his plate and picked at his food until it was time to clear the table. He realized that The McCray's were sincere with everything they were trying to do and say, but he couldn't help feeling like they were trying to replace his parents, and that didn't sit well with Mike as he treated to his room for the evening with his parents [as always] in his thoughts...
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That Monday morning Mike was enrolled in Pensacola High School in 10th grade. It was quite a distance from their home in Eastern Heights, so Mike was forced to have to catch the yellow school bus down the hill from their house. He stood on the cool cold corner for 10 minutes before it finally rounded the curve and stopped in from of him. He could hear all the ruckus going on onboard from the outside, but as soon as he stepped on it got instantly quite as everyone stared directly at him [the new kid on the block].
Mike paused at the door for a moment, gathering his courage [this was the deciding moment in his adolescence that determined whether or not he became the popular kid in school --going on to become class president and graduate college summa cum laude, OR the social misfit that nobody talked who flipped burgers at the local mall before one day going on a shooting rampage?] He looked at all the faces staring back at him as he slow made his way down the long aisle seeking an empty seat. There were several, but every time he tried to sit down someone would stick their book bag or their feet in the seat, preventing him from occupying it. Eventually he made his way to the back of the bus, to the very last seat where he sat next to another obvious misfit who didn't fit in.
"Hi..., I'm Mike...!" he said, introducing himself politely, hoping to make just ONE new friend in that god forsaken town! But the guy just pulled his hoodie down over his face and stared silently out the window, ignoring him. `I guess MISFIT on a shooting spree is IT for me...!' –thought Mike to himself, as the bus driver closed the door and took off down the hill before erupting once more into ciaos.
Pt-2
Starting a new school was always weird and unnerving, but starting a new school in the middle of semester when everyone else has already befriended each other was the worst! Mike got a lot of strange looks and whispers in the halls while heading to classes. Occasionally during the day someone would walk up to him and strike up a conversation, asking where he was from? But as soon as he give them the information they were looking for, they'd walk away and start spreading the gossip.
Mike's worst experience came between classes when he went to use the restroom. There were a group of older boys [seniors] smoking cigarettes and talking shit. When he walked into the john their focus zeroed in on him. They were standing near the windows by the urinals, so Mike opted to use one of the stalls for privacy. Big mistake, as the older boys took that opportunity to surrounded Mike in the stall while he was pissing...
"So you the new guy from New Jersey, eh...?" asked one of them, leaning in against the stall door.
"ye...yeah...I guess..." answered Mike nervously, looking back over his shoulder while modestly trying to keep his penis shielded.
"Jersey SUCKS!" said the boy, pushing Mike in the back [making him miss the toilet. "You hear me, punk...?" he asked, "I said Jersey SUCKS!"
"Yeah, I agree...!" said Mike, not wanting any confrontation.
The guys all laughed, calling him a `loser'. When he finally finished peeing, he tucked his cock and left the stall as fast as possible. One of the guys tripped him as he walked pass, making him fall flat on his face on the floor....
"He's clumsy too!" they laughed, going back to smoking their cigarettes after realizing he wasn't going to put up a fight.
Mike got up and rushed out of there as fast as he could, completely humiliated and forgetting about washing his hands.
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All day in school Mike felt like an outcast. Not wanting to face the same rowdy crowd he did that morning on the school bus, he opted to walk home. He knew it'd be a long walk hiking across town, but he knew he could shave off a few miles by cutting through the forest, as the school bus had to drive the long way around to avoid the forest.
There were a few trails leading through the dense cluster of pine trees. He stayed on the path taking him east, knowing it would lead him towards Eastern Heights. At first he enjoyed the peace and quiet of walking through the forest by himself [throwing rocks, collecting pine combs, crossing the stream by jumping stones, etc.], but then he started to get the feeling that he was being watched. He kept looking back over his shoulders but didn't see anyone. After a while it started to become very eerie, as he started to get nervous and quicken his pace. Soon it became apparent that he was being followed. Mike wasn't sure if it was a monster, a bear, or a serial killer looking to crave his next victim? As his imagination began to go wild on him, he started to RUN through the forest, unsure if he was even going in the right direction? He could HEAR something chasing him from behind, but was far too frightened to turn around and look until someone threw a pine comb at his head...
"Look at his face, he looked scared as shit...!" laughed the guys from the restroom, stepping out of the bushes.
"You about to wet you pants, punk...?" asked the biggest of them, as they made their way towards him on the path.
"No..." lied Mike, trying to save face.
"You know you're not supposed to be traveling through the woods alone..." they informed him, "...there'r WOLVES out here..., and they're MANEATERS!"
"No there's not!" argued Mike, knowing they were just trying to get his goat.
"He don't believe us!" said one guy, amused.
"He doesn't know shit!" said the bigger one [Wyatt], giving Mike an ugly look.
"Yeah, he's from Jersey...what the fuck does HE know...?" added another.
"I heard Jersey sucks...!" said Wyatt, picking up where he left off in the school's restroom. "Is that TRUE...?" he asked, standing directly in front of Mike. "You come from a state that sucks...? They teach you how to do that in school down there...?" he joked, making the others laugh. "They teach you how to suck?" he asked, grabbing his crotch. "Why don't you SHOW us how...?"
"Yeah SUCK boy..., get on your knees!" one of them encouraged.
Mike saw Wyatt groping himself. At first he thought the boys were just teasing with him [pulling his leg and making FUN of the new guy], until he noticed something MOVING underneath Wyatt's tracing fingers... "What're you waiting for, suck boy...? Get to sucking!"
Mike ran, taking off down the trail as fast as he could.
"Get him!" yelled Wyatt, as the boys chased after him.
Mike managed to run several hundred yards [hopping fallen logs and jumped rocks], but this was THEIR neck of the woods, and he had no real idea where he was going. They caught up to him somewhere down the path, then threw him down to the forest floor and started beating him as if he'd just stolen something. Wyatt grabbed him by the hair, then yanked him up onto my knees...
"I told you to `show me how you suck', bitch...!" he repeated, unzipping his pants with one hand while holding a fistful of Mike's hair with the other. "Now SUCK IT...!" he ordered, pulling out his cock.
The others [Jesse and Dylan] laughed as they watched Wyatt pushed his cock into Mike's face, trying to force it into his mouth. "I said SUCK IT, faggot!" he yelled, slapping the kneeling boy hard across the face.
Mike teared up, feeling completely helpless and knowing he had no choice [these guys could easily kill him and hide his body in the woods for months, if not indefinitely, and no one would ever be the wiser]. Mike parted his lips and let Wyatt stuff his cock into my mouth. Wyatt forced his fat piece between the new guys' lips before grabbing his head with both hands and forcing him to suck. Mike could feel the foul piss tasting cock filling his mouth. His instincts were to chomp down and bite it off, but he knew that would be a big mistake, so he gave in and started sucking...
"He's DOING it...!" thrilled Dylan, watching Wyatt's cock grow harder in Mike's mouth. "He's actually SUCKING it...!!"
"I told you he was a PUNK...!" said Wyatt, pulling the boy's head back and forth on his dick as he began to fuck his face.
Mike couldn't believe this was happening to him. Here he'd grown up in New Jersey Township [not 40 minutes from Philadelphia and Atlantic City] with no conflicts, and here he was [on his first full day in Maine] on my knees in the middle of the forest and forced to suck another boy's cock for the first time!
Wyatt [6', 160 lbs, medium/thick build, black hair, strands of facial hair] watched closely as the younger boy sucked his cock, waiting for him to do something stupid like bite his cock so he could have an excuse to `fuck him up' in the worse way. However Mike had decided he didn't want to be left as wolves bate, so he sucked the bigger boy's dick as best he could. He'd never sucked a guy's penis before [nor had he ever had his sucked], but he'd seen it done on his computer's sex sites often enough to know HOW it was done.
Mike made sure to keep his teeth covered as it moved back and forth in his mouth, forcing more cock into my mouth as he started to coke on the head.
<"UUGGKKK...!!"> gagged Mike as the cockhead banged into the back of his mouth.
"Suck that cock, faggot...!" ordered Wyatt, trying to make him deep throat.
Mike felt the hands tighten on his head as Wyatt twisted and turned his head in whichever direction he wanted, shoving more dick into his oral cavity.
"Make him eat that dick, Wyatt!" encouraged Dylan, groping himself.
"Yeah...make him swallow that cock!" added Jesse, imagining what it must feel like?
Mike's eyes squeezed shut as tears started to run down his cheeks. Wyatt's cockhead forced its way into his throat, cutting off his oxygen. Mike could feel the dickhead tearing pass his neck muscles, ripping its way into his throat, choking him.
<"UUGGKKK...!!"> he gagged, his oval lips stretching down around the cock base.
Mike could feel his lunch beginning to rise up from his stomach...
"Throw up on me, and I'll make you EAT that shit!" warned Wyatt, pressing Mike's face into his groin.
Mike threw his hands up on Wyatt's thighs, trying to push himself back off his rod and limit Wyatt's depth into his throat, but Wyatt held his head tightly, holding him down on his woody!
"AARRHHHGG...!!" grunted Mike after he was finally let go. His head sprung back off the big thick dick as he gulped down as much air as his lungs would allow. Wyatt's cock pulsed hard in his face, his saliva coating the entire shaft as it waited to crawl back into his orifice.
Mike panted hard as Wyatt laughed aloud, staring down at his flushed face.
"You LIKED that, don't you city boy...?" he asked before grabbing his head and shoving it back down on his cock.
Mike felt the cockhead spear directly into his throat, taking up residence where it left off. He gagged again as his lips touched into the pubes, his eyes bulging like Kermit The Frog's while his throat ballooned to house the mast of cock.
This time Wyatt pulled him off his cock faster, allowing him to breathe again sooner. But just as soon as he breathed in through my mouth, was his face quickly shoved back down on the stiff standing cock. Wyatt set up a steady pace as he started to fuck Mike's mouth and face. Every time his cock entered into his throat, Mike would gag. He held onto the back of his head and see-sawed his mouth back and forth on his cock, making him suck it quickly and deep throat.
"How's it feel...?" asked Dylan, eager to get a turn.
"His throat's tight..." informed Wyatt, fucking faster. "...he's about to catch this nut...!" he warned.
"You gonna cum in his mouth...?" asked Jesse, watching curiously.
"Definitely...!" said Wyatt, jamming his dick down Mike's throat even harder.
Mike choked and gagged after every stroke and thrust, pushing against Wyatt's thighs as he forced fucked his mouth by banging Mike's face into his crotch. "UHHHHHHHHHH...!!" he groaned just before he pulled Mike's face into his groin, his cock lodging down the tight throat before swelling and spitting thick hot spurts of cum directly down the convulsing throat.
Mike fought to break free and dislodge, but Wyatt held his head down on his spurting cock until it finally stopped coming. Mike could actually FEEL the cum shooting down his throat, emptying into his stomach. He pulled off as soon as Wyatt released my head, trying to cough back up his cum he'd already been forced to swallow.
"Too late, bitch..." laughed Wyatt, backing off as his big dick bounced ominously outside his pants. "...that cum's on its way into your belly...! How's it taste...?" he asked, amused by Mike's suffering.
"I'm next!" said Dylan [5'11", 150 lbs, dark hair], pulling his cock out before standing in front of the kneeling boy. Mike looked up to see the strong erection pointing directly at my mouth. "Suck my cock, man..., come on..., you did Wyatt's!" he said, pulling Mike closer.
Mike knew he had no choice, if he didn't do as they asked, they'd simply force him. Mike opened his mouth and allowed the cock in. Dylan's dick wasn't quite as thick as Wyatt's fat manhood, but it speared the back of Mike's mouth and slid into his throat just the same. "Awwww fuck..." he moaned as he pulled Mike's face into his groin, making him swallow him whole. "...his throat's fucking awesome!"
"Yeah..." agreed Wyatt, tucking his cock back into his pants. "...I think we've found our new cocksucker fellas...!"
"Fucking A!" agreed Dylan, pulling back with his hips as he began fucking the hot throat. Mike couldn't believe how easily Dylan's cock slipped into his throat, his dick was slightly slimmer than Wy's, making it slide easier.
Dylan held onto Mike's head [just as Wyatt had] and fucked his face with fast quick strokes. He sawed his cock back and forth in the younger, smaller boy's mouth, making him suck. Mike could feel the cock shaft sliding through his mouth, pass his lips and over his tongue. He looked up to see Dylan staring back down at him, eye-balling his cock slide through the drooling mouth. When Mike saw Dylan's eyes roll up into his head, he knew he was about to flood his mouth with cum...
"Oh yeah..., oh yeah..., oh god..., I'm gonna cum..." panted Dylan, fucking harder as his cock moved in and out of Mike's throat faster... "...uuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHH...!!
Mike felt the cock pulsing and jerking in his mouth, spurting and painting the inside of his oral cavity full of his creamy ball juice. It wasn't in quite as deep as Wyatt's ejaculation, so he was able to gather most of it in my mouth. The creamy sperm hit his taste-buds like an aphrodisiac, the salty/nutty flavor not quite as bad as he thought it would be. Dylan held his cock in his mouth until it stopped pulsing. When he removed it and stepping back [tucked away his softening pud], Mike swallowed, feeling the cum slithering down the back of his throat like a thick clot of snot before Jesse walked up...
"Dude...he just swallowed your cum...!" announced Jesse, watching Mike's Adam's Apple bob up and down.
Mike hated that Jesse had to announce that out loud, making him feel like a freak...!
Jesse [5'8", 140 lbs, sandy blonde hair] pulled his erect cock out of his jeans, then presented it for sucking. This time Mike didn't fight or resist, I simply opened his mouth and took his cock in, wrapping his numbing lips around it to get it over with. "He LIKES it...!" said Jesse, not having to grab his head and force it in like the others.
"Told ya's...!" said Wyatt, let's get out of here...!" he said, suddenly bored with the new cocksucker.
"Wait...!" said Jesse, wanting his turns as he stepped in closer and started to fuck Mike's face.
Jesse's cock was smaller than both Wyatt's AND Dylan's, enabling Mike to suck the entire cock into his mouth without having the gag reflex. The cock fell short of entering his throat, stopping instead just in the back of his mouth in front of his throat, allowing him to suck better.
Mike took Jesse's cock all the way in, mashing his face the boy's pants as he slithered his tongue along the underbelly. Jesse groaned as he started bobbing his head [willingly], sucking his lips and mouth up and down his 6.5" shaft like a skilled cocksucker.
"Oh god your mouth feels so good...!" groaned Jesse, holding onto Mike's shoulders while he sucked.
Mike's own cock was rock hard in his pants for some reason, trapped behind his zipper out of reach of his hands. He hadn't had time to evaluate his situation. It all happened so fast. One minute he was walking along minding his own business, and the next he was on his knees in the dirt sucking cock.
He bobbed his face up and down on Jesse's cock as Wyatt and Dylan walked away, both satisfied with their orgasms and ready to go somewhere and chill out. Jesse's cock was as hard as a rock in his mouth, pulsating like a sore thumb. He continued to suck back and forth, tightening his lips and using his tongue in ways he hadn't tried with the other two.
He was just really starting to get into the cock sucking when Jesse unexpectedly yanked out of his mouth at the last second...
"Oh god..., here I cum...!" gasped Jesse, yanking his cock free from the sucking mouth. Mike was surprised that Jesse pulled free so abruptly after getting what Mike believed was such a great blow job! He was fully expecting to EAT the cum load like he did the others, but quickly found himself on the end of a coming cock as Jesse jacked his load all over his face, shooting wet cum drops all over my upturned mug.
When Mike saw the sperm starting to shoot from Jesse's flaring cockhead, he instinctively opened his mouth to try to catch the spurting cum, getting just a few droplets on his tongue before swallowing them down. Jesse finished jacking off, then tucked his cock and ran off to catch up with his friends, leaving Mike on his knees with a hard-on, and cum dripping from his face...
Pt-3
Mike came to my senses a few minutes later, suddenly realizing what just happened. He whipped the cum off his face [using his sleeve], then got off his knees before looking around [embarrassed] to make sure no one else had witnessed his most shameful moment? His cock was rock hard [tenting his pants] as he resume his journey. After about 10 minutes, he realized his hard-on wasn't going anywhere until he dealt with it, so he journeyed off the main path again and found himself a rock to lean against as he pulled his erection out and started jacking off.
Mike could still taste the cum in his mouth as he whacked his dick, the smell of their pricks still on his lips as he re-lived the moments as if they were still happening. His cock was throbbing in his stroking hand when he heard something behind him. Turning around [thinking maybe the guys had come back for more?], he was shocked to see a lone WOLF staring back at him...
"Oh shit...!" he startled, nearly jumping out of his skin.
The gray colored wolf [with black paws and snout] walked cautiously up to him, sniffing his scent in the air as if to try to determine whether of he was friend or foe? Mike backed away slowly, not wanting to make any sudden moves [remembering how Dylan claimed the wolves MANEATERS], but the wolf walked right up to him, sticking its snout directly up into his crotch. Mike nearly forgot his cock was still hanging out of his pants until he felt the wolf's wet rough tongue licking the underbelly of his stiff shaft.
"Oh SHIT...!" he gasped, clutching his crotch in case the animal liked what he tasted and decided to EAT it! But the wolf continued nestling its snout in his crotch, licking its long wet tongue over his stiffy, making his cock stand even harder.
Mike released his hands from my groin, chancing that the wolf wouldn't EAT his cock. Instead the wolf just seemed content to just kept licking it, as if it KNEW what it was doing to him. Mike fell back against a tree, holding onto the bark as his stiff cock stood straight out from his zipper with a wild wolf licking it all over.
"Oh god..." he gasped as his dick started pulsating and shooting cum all over the wolf's face. "Oohhh...! Uh...! Uh...! Uh...! Uh...!" he panted and breathed as he came [no hands], his cum arching through the air to land all over the wolf's snout.
The wolf continued to lick the cum from his cock until it finally stopped shooting. Mike opened his eyes to see the wolf's long tongue looping out of its mouth, cleaning his sperm off its nose. He still wasn't quite SURE if it intended to eat him or not, but he tested the waters by getting to his knees at eye level and reaching out to touch him.
The wolf bowed its head, allowing him to pet its coat...
"Oh...you're a GOOD boy, aren't you...?" he asked, scooting in closer as he started to scratch the back of its ears [having a DOGG back home]...
The wolf [obviously liking the petting] leaned into him for more. Mike ran his hand down the wolf's back and around under its belly, where he noticed its cock extended from its sheath.
"Oh...I see you're HARD too, eh boy...?" he asked, looking at its cock.
He continued to pet him the wolf for a while [allowing him to get used to him] before he reached under and grasped his cock. "How's that feel boy, huh...?" he asked, stroking him. "I guess one good cum deserves another, eh...?"
The wolf stood perfectly still while Mike started to stroked him off, as if he knew exactly what was happening. Mike could feel its cock getting wetter in his hand, becoming moist with its own lubricant as he pumped it in his fist. He looked around to make certain they were alone [he'd HATE for the guys in school to catch me out here jacking off a wild animal, talk about a never ending reputation...!]. "You sucked my cock, boy..." he said to the wolf as it looked back at him as if it understood english. "...the least I can do is return the favor, right...?" he added, just before crawling under him and taking its wet cock into his mouth.
Mike knew it was insane, but he felt compelled to help the animal out, after all he'd just sucked 3 guys off who did absolutely nothing to help get him off, at least the wolf licked his cock to completion!
The wolf's cock tasted far different than the guys' cocks. It took a minute for Mike's taste-buds to adjust to the flavor, but he was determined to make the animal feel as good as it made him feel. At first he simply licked the odd looking fleshy cock [much like it did him], painting his saliva all over it as it grew longer and harder. But after a while it became apparent that it wouldn't cum until it had something warm and wet wrapped around it, so he took it in his mouth and started sucking...
The wolf didn't move as Mike bobbed his head up under its belly, swallowing as much of its long hard animal shaft as he could, swirling his tongue around it as he moved his head back and forth on it.
He couldn't believe he was actually sucking a wild WOLF'S cock in the middle of the forest! No one would believe his if he told them! Buy WHY would he tell anyone? This was the most amazing incredible thing to ever happen to him in his life! He laid down on his side and adjusted his head for the long haul. He had no idea how long it would take to bring this beautiful beast off orally, but was pleasantly surprised when its knot swelled [an indication of its pending orgasm] just outside his sucking lips. Mike reached up to hold the knot back [keeping it from entering his mouth], massaging it while he sucked harder along the fleshy shaft. He figured he must have been sucking for about 10 minutes when the cock suddenly started hosing his mouth, face, and throat in thick sticky cum...!
"Grrrrrr...! Grrrrr...! GRRRRRRRRRR...!!" growled the Wolf, as its cum flooded Mike's mouth and painted his face with overflow.
Mike did his best to take all of the animal's cum in his mouth, but the volume was too great [far more than the average guy's] as it cascaded over his face in sticky wetness. He did however manage to taste some of the wolf's sperm before nearly choking to death on it. The cum got in his eyes, up his nose, down his windpipe, and all over his clothes before he was able to pull out from under him. Mike couldn't see and could barely breathe, when he suddenly felt the wolf's tongue licking him, cleaning its own cum off his face!
"Okay...okay boy..., you're welcomed...!" he laughed as the tongue washed over his nose, eyes, and even entering his mouth...! He soon found himself tongue kissing the wolf directly in the mouth, its long wet tongue licking over his lips and darting in and out of his mouth in a french kiss.
Mike's cock sprung hard in his pants again. But just as suddenly as the wolf came, did he suddenly run away, running back up into the hills...
Mike laid there on the forest floor for a while, gathering his thoughts and wondering if anything like that had ever happened to anyone else before? After a few minutes he got up, dusted himself off, found his book bag, then made his way back to the main path and continued his journey home.
He got home 3 hours late. Gene and Pat were livid, having called the school, the bus company, and the sheriff's office looking for him. Mike apologized for his tardiness, telling them how he decided to walk home through the forest and had gotten lost.
"The forest isn't a playground..." said Pat, obvious frightened for her god son. "...it's a very dangerous place to be walking all alone! There are all kinds of animals living in there...! Animals that aren't used to people! You could've gotten hurt! Promise me that you won't go through there again!"
"o...okay..." promised Mike, knowing he would. He just HAD to see if his new wolf friend would come around again? After all, it was his only friend in that god forsaken town!
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