05-08-2007, 03:13 AM
"Hmm," hummed William, rubbing the furry pouch softly. The hair tickled him, and he grabbed at the hardness that lay under the gentle fur. It fluttered under his finger tips, ticking his palm as he rubbed up and down on the stiffening steak. He licked his lips and looked deep into Flynn's eye, as he moved his head forward and began to kiss him.
It is a very strange thing to kiss outside your own species. You're so used to your own flat cavournous oval mouth that it is a shock to find your thin and tence tounge inside a long and elevated snout: the teeth are a suprise, too, as the feel is pointy and sharp, and there are no herbivore teeth to offset the extreme feel of meat and bone as your tongue flaps and fondles over gums and ivory. The tongue takes you aback, flat and flexable as it is: it contrasts sharply with your thick and short muscle licking over the back of incisors and fangs, caressing the red carpet under itself, its rough texture as fine flet or velvet as you touch your way around the muzzle. It is pleasing, William noted, that wolf anthropomorphs do not carry the hot and fluffy dog breath that turns any man away. He could pick up hints of mint and sausages.
William moved one of his hands to Flynn's naked thigh, and stroked up and down his fluffy hip, enjoying the well kept and soft fur under his fingers. His other hand massaged a saluting heat as he slipped a finger in to stroke the tip of a helmet. He wiggled it over the tip, stroking the slit that marked a textured dome. He reomoved his finger from the sheeth and felt his way to Flynn's furry balls that contasted so well with William's own finely shaved scrotum. He pulled at the baggy skin and rubbed on the heavy balls and the fur under his hands stirred his passions, as his limpening dick flipped into a reverce process, as it rose omniously toward his ribs without hint of halting.
It is a very strange thing to kiss outside your own species. You're so used to your own flat cavournous oval mouth that it is a shock to find your thin and tence tounge inside a long and elevated snout: the teeth are a suprise, too, as the feel is pointy and sharp, and there are no herbivore teeth to offset the extreme feel of meat and bone as your tongue flaps and fondles over gums and ivory. The tongue takes you aback, flat and flexable as it is: it contrasts sharply with your thick and short muscle licking over the back of incisors and fangs, caressing the red carpet under itself, its rough texture as fine flet or velvet as you touch your way around the muzzle. It is pleasing, William noted, that wolf anthropomorphs do not carry the hot and fluffy dog breath that turns any man away. He could pick up hints of mint and sausages.
William moved one of his hands to Flynn's naked thigh, and stroked up and down his fluffy hip, enjoying the well kept and soft fur under his fingers. His other hand massaged a saluting heat as he slipped a finger in to stroke the tip of a helmet. He wiggled it over the tip, stroking the slit that marked a textured dome. He reomoved his finger from the sheeth and felt his way to Flynn's furry balls that contasted so well with William's own finely shaved scrotum. He pulled at the baggy skin and rubbed on the heavy balls and the fur under his hands stirred his passions, as his limpening dick flipped into a reverce process, as it rose omniously toward his ribs without hint of halting.