Cashew Lou prepared to wrap up a long, exhausting day; it was

This story was written for a dear friend, Torrle Z Wolf. His character appears through his gracious permission.

Cashew Lou prepared to wrap up a long, exhausting day; it was an exhaustion honestly earned, since the majority of his weariness was borne of good, productive work. He had made headway on several writing projects and had even found the time to tidy up a bit, sorting dozens of unruly piles on his writing desk into fewer, more manageable ones.

He padded to a bookcase, his tail swishing lazily back and forth. He pressed a pawfinger beneath his nose as he pondered what reading material to select. After a few moments of contemplation, he settled on Steinbeck’s "The Long Valley," a choice made not so much for content (Steinbeck was always a good read in his opinion, of course) as it was for format—"The Long Valley" was more or less a compilation of short stories loosely strung together, so he could read a couple of them and set the book aside for a couple of weeks without feeling any guilt. A dedicated reader, Lou hated to start a novel without first committing an appropriate amount of time to read it straight through; lamentably, his writing projects gave him little time to savor anything over short-story length.

He sat on the bed, propped in an upright position with his back against the headboard, his legs stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankles. He opened the slightly tattered paperback to a random page, flipping a few pages more to the beginning of the next chapter.

It was "The Snake." Lou’s mind dove into the story of the mysterious and unsettling woman who was obsessed with the feeding of a rattlesnake, the author’s part of his mind analyzing the story’s style, the reader’s part boggling in morbid fascination.

Oblivious as he was to external stimuli, Lou didn’t hear the door to his place open, nor the sound of footpads quietly brushing across the deep shag carpet to his bed.

Torrle the Wolf had thought for sure he had been seen or at least heard by his friend—especially since he had made no particular effort to make his entry a quiet one. He closed the door behind him and took a few paces forward before he noticed Lou’s muzzle buried deep within a book. Torrle’s eyes caught the author’s name on the book’s cover—and he knew what that meant, too. When Lou was reading Steinbeck, a flock of Canadian geese could fly over, honking madly, while a steam locomotive barreled by below, and neither would peel the wolf from his reading.

Torrle grinned and made a conscious effort to be stealthy from that point forward, just in case. He padded his way toward Lou’s bed, the buoyant swinging of his tail and the grin on his muzzle reflecting a spirit of lupine mischief. Once there, he stood at the side of the bed, looking down at his friend, rocking back and forth on his hindpaws, his paws clasped behind his back.

Reading was all well and good, Torrle thought, when one was alone and didn’t have anything more interesting to do. However, Lou had company now, and the reading would just have to wait.

Swinging his arm around, Torrle formed a circle with his thumb and index finger, inching his paw closer and closer to the spine of the paperback book in which Lou was currently so engrossed. He pulled his thumb back and released his index finger, snapping it against the book’s spine, the resultant sharp report filling the quiet room.

The book leapt in Lou’s paws, and his entire body jumped in an involuntary reaction, Steinbeck all but forgotten, the book dropping to his lap. Momentarily disoriented, Lou’s eyes darted back and forth, finally focusing on the dashing form of his friend Torrle.

And quite the form it was, too; Torrle the Wolf was lean and muscular, but not so much of the latter to be overwhelming, and his t-shirt and shorts accented his lines quite nicely. Although the sparkle in the handsome wolf’s eyes was a daunting sight to his prey, to Lou, it radiated warmth.

Lou set his book aside; Steinbeck could wait. Scooting to the side of the bed, Lou swung his legs over, his hindpaws pressing into the deep shag carpet. He reached out, wrapping his arms around Torrle’s midsection, pulling him close. With a soft, satisfied humming sound, Lou nuzzled Torrle’s stomach through the fabric of his t-shirt. "It’s so good to see you again, Torrle. It’s been way too long, my friend."

Torrle chuckled, his tight abdomen trembling against Lou’s muzzle. He reached down, removing Lou’s toque and ruffling his head fur. "How’ve you been, Lou?"

"Oh, you know how it is, right?" Lou said, looking up, smiling at the view of his friend’s wide, full chest above him. "A little of this, a little of that. Chatting, the occasional yiff here and there, scribbling when I’m inspired and I have the time." He shrugged. "Not much out of the ordinary, really."

Torrle nodded, crouching down to sit on the bed, Lou’s paws sliding up his back, untucking his shirt. As the shirt lifted, it revealed a glimpse of Torrle’s firm stomach. Lou sighed admiringly at the sight, and his right paw meandered its way to Torrle’s front, sliding beneath his shirt and rubbing his warm stomach fur.

Torrle patted Lou’s paw with his own through his t-shirt, closing his eyes briefly at the rub. "Well, I’ve been busier than I would really like to be. A lot of furs seem to want my attention, but I wanted to visit you first." He gave Lou a disarming smile.

The inside of Lou’s ears flared a deeper pink as he blushed slightly. "Thank you, Torrle. That’s very sweet of you." His paw wandered up to Torrle’s chest.

"Sweet, nothing," Torrle said, his paw pressing against Lou’s, pinning it tightly against his chest. "I wanted to be with you, and not discuss your reading, either."

Lou blinked, a glimmer of hope and anticipation in his eyes. Torrle’s gaze met his, and Lou could feel himself melt, a stirring of arousal blooming deep within him.

"You heard me," Torrle said, reaching beneath his shirt to pull Lou’s paw out, cupping it between both of his. "Tell you what—scoot back on the bed, pretty much the way I found you. Without the book, of course."

Lou did as Torrle instructed, propping his back against the headboard, his legs crossed at the ankles in front of him. He drummed his pawfingers on his thighs, glancing over at Torrle for some signal as to what he should do next. Lou’s right hindpaw was crossed over his left, and he waggled it back and forth idly. Any semblance of fatigue he had had before had vanished entirely.

Had he bothered to ask, Torrle would have discovered that Lou had no specific idea concerning what Torrle wanted to take place. Looking at his friend’s hindpaw waving suggestively back and forth, though, Torrle was pretty sure Lou knew exactly what he had in mind. All miscommunication aside, however, Torrle wasted no time.

His paws flew to the button of his shorts, the denim already stretched tightly over the considerable bulge there. Unfastening the button with a flourish, Torrle yanked the zipper down unceremoniously. He tucked his paws inside either side of the snug waistband, and in one deft, fluid motion, slid his shorts to his ankles. He stepped out of his shorts, shaking them onto the carpet, and leaped onto the bed, landing on his knees at Lou’s feet, shaking the mattress beneath both wolves.

Lou chuckled softly, his chuckle fading into a low humming sound. He was not so much concerned with the motion of the mattress as he was with the merry bouncing of Torrle’s sheath and ballsac. They were so tantalizingly close, the soft fur of his sheath rippling and twitching as it filled, bearing the promise of Torrle’s grand, meaty wolfhood.

Lou swallowed with a soft clicking sound.

Torrle grasped Lou’s ankles with his paws and uncrossed his friend’s legs. Having done this, he leaned back on his paws and swung his own legs in front of him, sliding his right leg between Lou’s spread-eagled legs, and his left leg along Lou’s right side. He grabbed Lou’s hindpaw with both paws and pulled himself forward, his rump bunching the blanket on the bed slightly as he slid toward Lou. His thick, growing sheath came to rest less than an inch from the bottom of Lou’s foot.

Lou let out a deep sigh, looking down to see his own shaft was nearly fully erect, his arousal having been stirred by the sensation of the heat radiating from Torrle’s crotch against his footpads. He reached down to pull Torrle’s foot toward him as well, only to have it jerked from his paws.

"Don’t Lou," Torrle said, massaging Lou’s hindpaw. "I’m not torturing you, honest. You’ll have to wait and see. I have a little surprise for you."

Lou nodded, a little dejected, and removed his scarf , tucking it into a cubbyhole in the headboard, for lack of anything else for his paws to do. Torrle relaxed his leg once again, and Lou contented himself with caressing the fur on top of his friend’s hindpaw.

Torrle grabbed Lou’s calf in both paws and pulled himself forward again, his heavy testicles pressing against the heel of Lou’s foot. He held the position, closing his eyes and smiling blissfully as his shaft rose to attention, bobbing slightly in front of him, almost perfectly vertical.

Lou swallowed again, his throat slightly dry. He gazed longingly at Torrle’s shaft, quite possibly the most handsome penis he had ever seen. It was long and large without being frighteningly so, and it was wonderfully thick. The wolfhood matches the wolf, Lou thought—both seemed to invite a friendly touch. With that thought in mind, Lou flexed his hindpaw, his toes curling down, the base of his foot brushing against Torrle’s delightful shaft.

The pleasant atmosphere was momentarily broken when Torrle let out a sharp yelp, half a bark and half a whimper, his body nearly doubling over, his paws sliding up toward Lou’s knee.

Lou gasped, his heart hammering in his chest. He leaned forward, placing his paws on top of Torrle’s, and he noticed his friend’s shoulders were shaking. Is he crying? Lou thought. Did I cause that horrible an injury?

Torrle looked up, straightening his back. There were indeed tears in his eyes, but he was laughing. "Caught me by surprise there, Lou!" Still laughing, he pulled Lou’s hindpaw tightly against him and started rubbing his glistening shaft against the soft pads of Lou’s foot. He took a deep breath, releasing it slowly, murmuring in a low voice, "Now I’m ready."

Lou took Torrle’s cue and began to rub his hindpaw up and down the length of Torrle’s shaft, and it swelled impressively, becoming huge and hot and firm. Lou’s erection strained and batted softly against his stomach in time with his heartbeat, begging for attention. Fighting his impulses with every ounce of his willpower, Lou left it alone, even when he felt a hot bead of precum squeeze its way up his length to his tip, balancing there, almost seeming to pulse. He whimpered softly, his hindpaw flexing against the pulsing male organ of his friend.

Torrle leaned back, his paws wrapped around Lou’s foot. He growled and moaned as his magnificent rump muscles began to squeeze, pushing his hips forward, the length of his maleness sliding deliciously against the baby-fine fur on the base of Lou’s hindpaw. His hips found a slow, steady rhythm, his murring increasing in volume, as his shaft rubbed and rubbed, salty precum being coaxed out.

Lou watched in awe and desire as Torrle commenced his humping against Lou’s foot, precum oozing out and lubricating the strokes, turning what started out as somewhat rough friction into a new, much more pleasant sensation for both wolves. Lou licked his chops as he watched his hindpaw bring pleasure to his handsome friend, and he could feel the bulb of Torrle’s knot begin to press into the flesh of his footpads. He looked down again at his own aroused member. Although his knot had not yet begun to form, he could tell simply by the sense of touch against his foot and from past experience that even Torrle’s knot was larger than his. Rather than feel a twinge of envy, Lou felt a warm, satisfied feeling. He was honored to have such a good-looking and sexy wolf for a friend.

He was sorely tempted to touch himself, though. Watching Torrle writhe in ecstasy was driving him wild.

Torrle pulled Lou’s foot toward him, pinning his shaft between it and his stomach. He rocked his hips with increasing vigor, humping frantically, grunting with heightened arousal. His precum drooled at a steady flow now, and his furry scrotum began to tighten, drawing his balls closer to his body.

Lou’s body slipped forward a bit as Torrle tugged at him, and his engorged, tortured shaft slapped insistently against his stomach. Lou winced a little, finally deciding just a stroke or two wouldn’t hurt anything….

"Lou…" Torrle grunted between pants. Lou could have sworn his partner’s eyes had been closed, and surely enough, when he looked up he saw they still were. "Don’t, Lou. I promise you it will be worth the wait." Torrle had not even broken his pace when he had spoken, and Lou blinked at him in amazement.

Lou let go of his shaft and dropped his paw to his side, watching his wolfhood bounce as Torrle shook his body. He let out a slightly impatient sigh.

Torrle barked out a series of deep, low grunts and his seed began to spatter onto Lou’s hindpaw and Torrle’s t-shirt. Lou waggled his foot a little more aggressively, and spread his toes, sliding Torrle’s erupting organ between two of them. The new sensation obviously pleased Torrle, since his body hunched forward and he clenched his teeth, moaning, "Gods, Lou!"

Lou smiled and stroked Torrle’s masculine flesh with his toes, rather enjoying the experience himself. He was a little disappointed when the flow from Torrle’s shaft dwindled to drops and finally to nothing. He kept Torrle’s member trapped between his toes long after his partner had quit humping.

Torrle opened his eyes and looked down at Lou’s hindpaw, reaching down to rub the errant ropes of his seed into Lou’s fur. He pulled back slowly, gingerly sliding his shaft from between Lou’s toes. Torrle’s t-shirt was nearly drenched in his musky fluid, a huge wet spot darkening the fabric from the base of his chest all the way down to his navel. Torrle looked up, his gaze meeting Lou’s.

Lou chuckled. "Well, it’ll wash."

Torrle smiled, shaking his head. "Oh, no. I think you’ll see I have no intention of washing this shirt." That said, he quickly and athletically bounded off the bed, padding at a swift pace to the center of the wide-open space on the carpet. "Come on!" he yelled, beckoning Lou to him.

Lou watched Torrle’s shapely form move gracefully across the room, and this time he felt the slightest twinge of envy. Look at him! he thought. He’s still got a full head of steam! Lou knew fully well if he had just had an orgasm as intense the one Torrle had just gone through, his legs would have been sheer rubber for at least ten minutes afterward.

Not to mention Torrle was still rock hard—his knot hadn’t even softened. Now how does he manage that? Lou wondered.

Lou swung his legs over the side of the bed and padded his way over to where Torrle was standing. The pad of his right hindpaw stuck slightly to the fibers of the carpet as he walked, the remnants of Torrle’s seed not quite dry. As he made his way, Lou winced inwardly at each step, his stiff wolfhood bouncing in front of him, screaming for attention now.

Torrle reached out to Lou, placing his paws on his shoulders. He leaned in until their noses touched, and gave Lou a quick kiss. "Your turn."

Lou smiled at Torrle’s kiss and nodded calmly. His mind, however, was jubilantly shouting, "Yes! Yes!"

The two wolves were standing in the center of the wide expanse of carpet in Lou’s bedroom. Torrle indicated the floor with a quick downward motion of his paw, and said, "Lie down here for a minute, Lou. Get good and comfy."

Lou dropped to his knees and then rolled onto his side, finally assuming a flat position on his back. He looked up at Torrle, and the view reminded him why he thought so highly of his friend. From Lou’s low angle, Torrle’s personality seemed to really assert itself—strong and able, sure of himself at every turn. Not to mention unbelievably handsome and well-hung. Lou’s shaft nodded in agreement—and expectation.

Torrle stood directly over Lou, his legs straddling him, his hindpaws planted firmly on either side of Lou’s stomach. He lifted his right leg and ever so lightly rubbed his hindpaw against Lou’s pulsing member. As Lou arched his back, his shaft meeting Torrle’s foot much more firmly, Torrle moved his leg, planting his hindpaw on the carpeted floor again. "Now, Lou, a nice pawrub is all well and good for me," He said, looking down with a playful gleam in his eye, "but I know what you like."

The air around Torrle seemed to grow heavy, almost oppressive, like the humidity preceding a summer thunderstorm.

The steamy heat in the air subsided almost as quickly as it had appeared, seemingly being absorbed back into Torrle’s body. His form-fitting t-shirt grew tighter, growing snug against him, showing in glorious detail every curve of his majestic upper body. Barely audible purring sounds emanated from his shirt, its seams slowly separating.

Torrle the Wolf was growing. He knew what Lou liked, indeed.

Lou watched his friend’s growth, his excited shaft rising off his belly. A soft whimper of almost torturous arousal escaped his muzzle as Torrle flexed his chest, profound rips appearing at the swell of his pectoral muscles. From there, the shirt quickly tattered, even the strongest stitching around the throat opening of the shirt popping loose around Torrle’s growing neck. Needless to say, it was now clear why Torrle had no intention of washing his shirt!

Torrle quickly crowded twenty feet in height, his growth showing no sign of cessation. Lou reached out to either side, placing his paws on the growing wolf’s hindpaws. Lou growled lustily as he felt the furry feet grow, lifting his paws higher into the air. The vision of Torrle towering higher and higher over him heightened Lou’s arousal almost to a painful point; he was beginning to wonder if it was possible for an overstimulated penis to explode.

The shredded remains of Torrle’s shirt lay draped over his broad shoulders, looking positively tiny, the strips of fabric practically disappearing into his fur as his height finally crested at a monstrous eighty feet.

He grinned down at Lou. "Ready for your surprise?" His voice boomed from high above.

Lou nodded, a little weakly, his entire body shaken by tremors of desire. His eyes never met Torrle’s as he nodded, though; his gaze had traced up the giant wolf’s tight calves and over his tremendous thighs, coming to an abrupt halt at his crotch. There, four stories above where he lay on the carpet, was Torrle’s magnificent shaft, glistening and bobbing invitingly over his heavy, pendulous ballsac. Knowing each of those balls was now larger than he was made Lou moan longingly.

Torrle smiled and lowered himself to his knees, his huge lower legs creating a wall of furry muscle on either side of Lou. Bending forward onto all fours, he now created a gigantic arch over his friend, and he leaned downward, bathing Lou’s face with a warm, friendly slurp, his tongue blanketing the smaller wolf’s upper chest as well. Lou’s tongue darted out and rubbed against the slightly pebbled surface of the immense tongue as it passed over his muzzle.

Torrle’s tongue retreated into his muzzle and he nudged Lou’s chest with his big nose, lifting it and bringing it back down over Lou’s wolfhood. The very tip of his tongue peeked out and licked up its length, and Torrle said in a soft voice, "Let’s see what we can’t do for this little guy."

All Lou could do was smile gratefully up at the mountain of wolf looming above him.

Torrle raised himself up, positioning himself as if he were about to do a pushup, the floor trembling as he shifted the incredible tonnage of his body. Ever so slowly, he lowered his hips, the massive, muscled lobes of his rump squeezing together, as he offered his titanic shaft to his little partner.

Lou gasped, finding it difficult to regulate his breathing, as he watched the gigantic pillar of pink flesh approach. His mind noted with amazement that the very same penis that had so recently sated itself between his legs was now easily much larger than his entire body.

The wide head of Torrle’s wolfhood sunk into the carpet just past Lou’s hindpaws and began to slide forward. Lou noticed that even though the majority of Torrle’s shaft was still off the floor, his thick, solid knot and massive balls were also pressed deep into the carpet, seeming to bulldoze the mighty penis toward him. Lou held his paws up, prepared to greet Torrle’s gigantic gift.

Torrle’s huge penis slid onto Lou’s body, and as Lou’s tiny paws caressed the firm outer edges of the mighty wolf’s shaft, Lou could feel as well as hear the soft thunder of Torrle’s murring. Lou hugged Torrle’s wolfhood tightly to his body, lapping at the underside of its gigantic glans, his own comparatively miniscule shaft pulsing madly beneath its hot weight. The tight sphere of Torrle’s knot pressed between Lou’s legs, spreading them, and the claws of Lou’s hindpaws scritched against the soft fur of Torrle’s massive ballsac.

"Got a good grip there, Lou?" Torrle asked, chuckling. "’Cause if you don’t, you’d better—we’re goin’ up!"

Lou gripped the huge shaft more tightly, and true to his word, Torrle pushed himself back into a kneeling position. He waited a beat, and Lou watched as the massive thighs to either side of him flexed, propelling the giant wolf upward into a standing position, his shaft pointing straight out from his body, weighted down by the much smaller wolf. Lou was now dangling by his arms from the penis he so admired, forty feet off the floor. As thrilled as he was to be so close to Torrle’s beautiful shaft, its surface was a bit slippery, and he couldn’t hold on forever.

Torrle flexed the muscles at the base of his wolfhood, bouncing it playfully, enjoying the sensation of having Lou snugged to the end of his long, thick penis. Lou took advantage of the bouncing organ, and on its fourth upward swing was able to maneuver his body to the top of the pole of flesh. He laid belly down, wrapping his arms around its circumference, panting from both arousal and exertion. He caressed the underside of his giant friend’s shaft fondly.

Torrle thoughtfully stopped bouncing his shaft, giving Lou a moment to compose himself. "Do me a favor, Lou…?"

"What’s that?" Lou asked, still panting a bit.

"Do you trust me?"

"Do I….?" Lou blinked, not quite following what was being said.

"It’s important that you trust me completely, Lou. Do you?" There was no joking tone in

Torrle’s voice; he obviously anticipated Lou’s answer with grave seriousness.

"Well, of course, Torrle, I….of course I do." Lou turned his body so he was facing Torrle, and sat up, looking up at him, furrowing his brow slightly, knowing this was no joke.

Torrle nodded, satisfied. "Then scoot way out there, and just hang loose."

"Hang loose…?"

"Yeah—don’t hang on with your arms or anything. Just sit there, you’ll see." The mischievous glint returned to Torrle’s eyes. "You’ll see."

Lou smiled, and without hesitation scooted himself backward to the very head of Torrle’s shaft. He could feel the gigantic member bow downward slightly, and his only thought was, please don’t let him go soft!

Lou raised his arms, waving them back and forth, to show Torrle he was ready. Torrle was, too, and what followed happened very quickly.

The gigantic wolf crouched down into a squatting position swiftly, the air rushing past Lou’s ears as he did so. Torrle’s immense penis bent way down, nearly brushing the floor, when he lurched upward again, thrusting his hips forward. The upward momentum of the massive shaft overwhelmed what little resistance Lou’s body had to offer, and the smaller wolf hurtled into the air.

Lou got a brief, blurred glimpse of Torrle’s huge body rushing past him, his mind frantically trying to figure out what was to happen next. For the first time in a long time, his shaft began to soften, his thoughts somewhere else at the moment.

Torrle quickly and effortlessly snapped Lou into his muzzle.

Even before his thoughts could clear, Lou found himself perched on Torrle’s huge, broad tongue, gazing toward the cavern of his throat. The giant wolf made a satisfied mmmmm sound, his deep baritone voice echoing all around Lou.

Lou’s shaft very quickly sprung back to life.

Torrle’s muscular tongue flexed, lifting Lou up against the ribbed roof of his muzzle, pinning him there. Lou’s arousal doubled, tripled, rose exponentially as the hot, wet surface of the gigantic tongue began to slide slowly back and forth between his legs, bathing his rock-hard shaft with the slick heat of gallons of saliva. Lou felt slightly dizzy, his body doubling over onto Torrle’s tongue, as he enjoyed the most incredible erotic stimulation he had ever experienced.

Torrle’s tongue cupped itself around Lou’s shaft, surrounding it completely, tugging Lou’s sensitive flesh forward as it stroked. Precum readily flowed from Lou’s penis, and he watched as it trickled along the channel in the center of Torrle’s tongue and down the giant’s throat.

At the musky taste of his tiny partner’s precum, Torrle began to rub his tongue more energetically at Lou’s shaft. Even at his great size, he could feel Lou’s little knot form and begin to hump vigorously onto his tongue. Torrle wriggled his tongue faster and faster against Lou’s body, savoring him like a piece of rock candy.

Lou whimpered, the sensual heat inside the cave of Torrle’s muzzle, coupled with the indescribable sensations being stirred by the gigantic tongue, driving him to the edge. His arousal had simply been building for far too long for him to even consider holding it back any longer. The incredible rush of his impending climax swept through his body, and the first jet of his cream shot from his shaft with a force much more intense than he would have thought possible. The glob of semen landed on the base of Torrle’s tongue, nearly fifteen feet in front of the smaller wolf, and Lou’s groan echoed back to him from Torrle’s gullet.

Torrle closed his eyes, smiling blissfully at the taste of Lou’s seed being ejected onto his tongue. He made sure to keep at it, his tongue relentlessly caressing Lou’s shaft, milking it for all it was worth. He felt the hot, pearly fluid collect, and felt after a time that it was enough for a good swallow.

Lou straightened up his body somewhat, his body spasming as the last of his thick seed spurted forth. He opened his eyes to behold Torrle’s tongue rolling forward like a huge beach blanket being unfurled. The muscular wave reached the tip of the tongue, which still held Lou firmly at the muzzle’s ceiling. Lou’s ears popped as Torrle gulped noisily, waves of saliva blending with the pool of his seed, the entire mixture being swept down into the darkness of Torrle’s esophagus. The gigantic tongue then slowly and gently lowered Lou back down to the base of Torrle’s muzzle.

Torrle raised his right paw as he opened his muzzle, exposing his little friend to the light once again. Lou hopped onto his paw, panting heavily, and he fell backward clumsily onto his rump. The giant wolf chuckled softly, blowing lightly on Lou’s soaked body, drying him somewhat. "You okay, Lou?"

"I…you…." Lou sputtered, stopping to swallow, his body trembling from the mind-blowing attentions his body had just been given. "Wow. Holy…." He blinked and panted.

Torrle laughed, and gave Lou a few more puffs of air to dry his fur. He lowered his massive paw to the bed, carefully tilting it and rolling Lou onto the blankets. As Lou lay there on his back, Torrle crouched down and pressed his muzzle lightly against Lou’s body. "You’re a good guy, Lou. You’re a lot of fun." He gave his smaller friend a huge smile.

Lou returned Torrle’s smile, reaching up to stroke his wonderful friend’s gigantic muzzle with the back of his paw. "You make it sound like it’s over, Torrle. Don’t tell me you aren’t ready to go again…?"

Torrle’s right eyebrow arched high over his eye—Lou had certainly piqued his interest. Torrle was a wolf for whom actions spoke more loudly than words, so he bent down onto his knees, his mountain of a body straddling the bed. His tremendous wolf balls sagged into the mattress, pressing firmly downward, pinning Lou’s legs. His proud shaft stood like a tower over the smaller wolf, and a trickle of precum coursed down its length, diverted here and there by a bulging vein or two.

With some difficulty, Lou was able to pull his legs from beneath Torrle’s massive orbs. He raised his hindpaws high into the air, rubbing them energetically against his huge partner’s swollen lupine knot. If he liked a pawjob when he was my size, Lou thought, wait ‘til he gets a load of one now.

Lou watched with loving satisfaction as the gigantic Torrle began to grunt with pleasure at the touch of his hindpaws.

And to think at one point he was considering calling it an early night.