Date: Thu, 2 Mar 2017 16:00:27 -0800
From: Gingham Shade <ginghamshade@gmail.com>
Subject: Fuck me, I love you chapter 16

Chapter 16: A Wolf Mates For Life

A disclaimer: This story is fictional story. All characters were made up
and any similarities are just coincidental. This is a gay romance between
adults, it's my version of a dominant/sub relationship. So if that offends
you, please discontinue reading. Also, if it is illegal for you to read
such material in your country, you have been warned. I hope you're enjoying
it and that the story draws you in wanting more.

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Author's Note: sorry for the delay! This chapter is the close of the first
part of the story. I wanted to be at least 5 chapters ahead of what I
publish but the second part has been difficult to get rolling! My goal is
to not just rehash the same erotic scenes over and over again. While we
might revisit positions, kink, whatnot, I want to try and present things
from at least a different perspective no matter what. Appreciate the love
I've gotten (not too late to send more :-p). Thanks everybody!

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Anderson woke up to a loud knock on his door. He stumbled out of bed,
bleary-eyed towards the door in his briefs.

"What the fu--- Bradley?!"

Before he could slam the door, Bradley slid his hand into the opening and
pushed his way in. He had the fresh smell of morning sweat roaming off of
his flesh. He'd prepared for the kill today by wearing the flimsiest
jogging short and tank top he had in his whole wardrobe. It was clear from
the soft glow of his skin that he'd jogged over this very morning.

"We need to talk," He said, pushing his way past a shell-shocked Anderson
to peer into his bedroom.

"There's nobody there." Anderson threw his hands up in exasperation. "And
you aren't going to be either."

"Hold up there, Andy, who said I came here to have sex? I just wanted to
make sure we could talk for a bit without any distractions."

This of course was a bald-faced lie since everything Bradley intended to do
was a distraction.

Anderson was having none of it. No charm was going to mend his broken heart
and he had no intention of being seduced again.

"First of all, I'm sorry."

Anderson stuttered as he heard an apology come out from Bradley's mouth.

"I'm sorry you thought I wanted you to be Eric. I don't. And I deserve an
apology for you going off the deep end over nothing."

Anderson tried to squeeze in a word but Bradley had practiced this speech
all night and needed to get it all out.

"The truth is, I don't think I've ever met anyone quite like you,
Anderson. And I haven't actually figured out why you're so goddamn
special."

Bradley stood in front of Anderson and held him at arm's length. He looked
at the kid who had managed to lock down his penis from its wild and free
ways.

"But... I'd like to."

Bradley started to lean in for a kiss, but he found a cold and frigid
Anderson awaiting his lips.

"Bradley, I just don't think-"

Anderson found himself looking into Bradley's eyes. There was an
earnestness there he remembered seeing from their first kiss. He also
recognized the kindness which laughed off awkward poses in a camera room
and embraced him for who he was. There was something new in those eyes as
well: fear.

Anderson sighed. He felt like he was making a big mistake.

"Bradley...I like you. But the truth is: we don't really know each
other. We've fucked, that's all."

Bradley looked at him, his eyes filling with doubt as the truth hit him.

"Whatever we might think about being together, the truth is all that we
have is an idea."

"And very good sex," Bradley interjected.

"And very good sex..." Anderson had to give him that one.

"You're right. You were my client. Then you became my lover. But that
doesn't mean I don't care about you. It doesn't mean I don't want to know
who you are."

Anderson walked over to his ruffled bedsheets. Part of him wanted to just
pull the covers over his head and pretend nothing was happening. Bradley
sat down next to him. They sat together trying to figure out what was
next. Without a thought, Anderson felt his head slowly lean against
Bradley's chest.

Bradley's arm wrapped around Anderson's shoulder and softly petted the man
he loved. Anderson's head told him what he needed to say.

"How about this. We'll start over. We'll do ordinary things like watch TV,
eat dinner...talk. No sex. Not until you tell me you're ready."

Anderson looked at Bradley and found the older man's gaze to be serious.

"I dunno, Bradley. At some point, I'll give in and you'll hold all the
cards again. And then what? Another argument? Another falling out?"

Bradley's hand pulled Anderson's chin to look dead in his eyes.

"Do you really think when I fuck you, that I'm the only one holding all the
cards?"

The heat between their bodies began to sizzle, and Anderson felt himself
leaning in for a kiss.

"No." He stopped himself.

Anderson barely pulled himself back from the brink. If there was one thing
he's learned, it was that Bradley held the upper hand in their
intercourse. He would need a will of iron to maintain his integrity.

"I mean - Yes. Yes, you do hold all the cards."

Bradley felt a flurry of impatience as he looked at his young stud. But he
reminded himself that he wasn't just here to seduce Anderson. He was here
to find his mate.

"Andy, I love you. Whether or not you realize it yet, I do. Now all this
nonsense about who holds the cards doesn't matter. Because as far as I'm
concerned, you and I can only meet each other halfway. Any more or any
less, and one of us will become resentful and unhappy. I want us to be
happy. Won't you give ¡®us' a shot?"

Anderson felt his insides scrunch a bit hearing Bradley say "I love
you". His will of iron had just been put in the furnace, and it was melting
bit by bit. He found his hands gently resting on Bradley's open furry
chest, playing with the strap that separated his bare skin from
Bradley's. Bradley's face had opened into a smile and his eyes twinkled a
little bit as he found Anderson's eyes soften into his gaze. Tempted to
give the boy a little love nip, he found himself holding the stud at bay
one last time.

"Hold up there pal," said Bradley just as Anderson was going to close the
distance between their lips.

"I was serious when I said we should get to know each other. And I've told
you that I love you. But I don't want to have sex with you again until I
know you love me. So for now, I want us to take it slow. The next time we
fuck, I want to hear you say you love me too."

Anderson wasn't sure if he wanted to throw a fit or give Bradley a hug. His
anus had begun to warm up in preparation for their upcoming sex, but this
new condition would mean it could be indeterminately delayed. Still, it
felt oddly romantic and satisfying. He was ok with waiting on his feelings.

"Alright, mister. Game on."

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Anderson was sweating but his whole body felt cold. It was winter now, and
he had pushed through the final edits of his thesis, now under final review
with the committee members. Against Bradley's advice he had stayed up, and
the consequences of it was a body wracked with the flu.

The moment that Bradley heard Anderson was sick, he drove over and whisked
the young man off to his home where he could better look after the
boy. Anderson lay on the bed, shaking in fever onto Bradley's bed as he
struggled to get his bearings.

He felt the cool air on his back as the blankets were lifted up, and
suddenly warm skin touched his aching body, as Bradley slid into the covers
to hold him tight against his strong sturdy frame.

"You'll get sick too." Anderson winced in his fever, angry at himself for
not being more careful.

"Then you'll just have to take care of me instead," Bradley said.

They held each other throughout the night, alternating between hot and
cold. Midway through dawn, Anderson's fever broke, and sweat poured out of
his body onto the winding sheets.

At dawn, he woke up in Bradley's arms knowing that's where he always wanted
to be. Bradley was still asleep, exhausted from the night of caring for
Anderson's sickness. He awoke to find Anderson watching him with silent
adoring eyes, smiling at him while gently pawing his hairy chest.

"Morning baby."

Anderson leaned in to kiss Bradley. Their tongues traded places in a long
slow kiss. Despite Anderson's fatigue, he felt refreshed lying against
Bradley's body. Unable to close their eyes, they pressed their foreheads
against each other and made soft smooches in bed.

"Wait. I think I need to pee." Anderson said and scooted himself off the
bed.

Bradley groaned and unraveled himself from the blankets. The sheets had
been soaked with Anderson's sweat the night before but he didn't mind. He
lay there looking expectantly at the door, the top of the sheet lay off his
body, exposing his handsome body in all its glory. Part of the sheet was
still intertwined between his legs and that's how Anderson found him when
he came back in.

"Remember this?" Anderson said, holding a black silken blindfold in his
hands.

Bradley winced looking at the black silk, remembering how he broke
Anderson's heart.

"The last time I wore this, you told me the truth about yourself. You told
me you were free and all I could be is a cock slave to you."

Bradley's face fell into sadness remembering how he ran away from the man
he loved, afraid of his own feelings for Anderson.

"Now it's my turn to tell you the truth about me."

Anderson walked to the bed, his naked body shining in the morning
light. Holding the blindfold up to Bradley's face, he tied it behind his
face. He wanted to say something too, and he didn't want to say it while
looking into Bradley's eyes.

"Do you still have those ties behind your bed?"

Bradley nodded, unsure about what was going to happen next. At each corner
of his bed was some silken ties which he sometimes used to restrain his
lovers. In his blindfolded state, he felt Anderson place one hand on his
chest and push him down in the middle of the bed. Gently, each of his
wrists and ankles was tied by the silken ropes, and he found himself laying
spread eagle on his own bed, by a surprisingly assertive Anderson.

Anderson was fascinated by the new sense of control he found, how willing
Bradley was to let him take the lead. He felt powerful and sensual, and he
intended to take advantage of it.

"You said the next time you fucked me you wanted to hear me say I love
you. But we never said anything about the other way around."

Bradley trembled a bit, realizing the loophole Anderson had found in their
agreement. He smiled too because he loved Anderson and would do anything
for the boy.

"Ok Anderson, you're in charge today. But I'm not sure you're going to like
where this leads."

Anderson chuckled, Bradley sounded stupid lying on the bed, all tied up.

"Shut up. Blow me."

Anderson climbed up on the bed and let his cock rest against Bradley's
lips. He dared the top to resist him, wanting to see if he could push
Bradley's boundaries. He wanted to wipe that stupid grin off of his face.

To his surprise, Bradley opened his mouth and easily took in the entirety
of Anderson's cock. Slurping and making gentle love to the head, Anderson
found himself moaning as he watched Bradley play with the head of his cock.

"I can't wait to take that ass of yours, Bradley. Today I'm going to make
you my bitch the way you made me yours."

Anderson pulsed his cock in and out of Bradley's throat, enjoying the
slurping sounds coming out of his former top. He tried to pound his cock in
and force Bradley to gag, but the old man easily swallowed and teased the
entirety of his cock.

Bradley let the cock slide out of his mouth and a big wolf's grin opened
onto it to Anderson's chagrin. It was obvious that the wolf knew something
he didn't.

"You're going to smile bigger when I take that ass-"

Anderson was sliding his cock up and down Bradley's face, teasing the
wolf's jaws with his balls when he stopped dead in his tracks.

"Uuuuuuunnnnnnnnhhhh"

Sweat started to come out of Anderson's chest as he looked down at the
blindfolded face. Bradley's tongue was pressing in on his taint, and a deep
groan initiated from that spot, rolling out of his bowels up through his
throat.

Bradley made no noise but continued to sharpen his tongue and dig into
Anderson's taint. The boy had to make a choice, and quickly. Leaning
forward he pressed his hands into the pillow as he angled his cock back
into Bradley's mouth. Thrusting the shaft deep into Bradley's throat, he
realized the pleasure of being sucked wasn't going to keep him hard.

Anderson felt his eyes close as his body cried out to him what it
needed. Pushing Bradley's head back against the bed, Anderson filled the
wolf's mouth up with his sensitive balls. Bradley chewed and teased them
for a bit before allowing Anderson to slide a little too far forward and
shoving his tongue against the boy's taint again. The boy's eyes opened
wide as he tried to keep the moan from coming through his mouth. He was
deadset against showing Bradley any weakness to exploit. Instead the
shuttered breath poked out through his ears as a soft and tiny squeal,
exposing Anderson as a fragile man on a precipice.

Anderson's plan was falling apart around him as he tried to pushed himself
back up so that Bradley could feast on his cock. But against his better
judgment, he listened to the planted seed in his ass and slid himself over
Bradley's tongue so that his ass went straight over the blind man's mouth.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccckkkkkkkkkkk!!"

Anderson's eyes rolled back as his hands wrapped around Bradley's head, the
powerful tongue now digging deep into his ass, and wrestling control from
the boy. Sitting on top of Bradley's face, Anderson found himself grinding
his ass deep into the wolf's mouth as he opened himself up to Bradley's
tongue.

Anderson's voice was a whimper now as he felt each lick and thrust of
Bradley's tongue reducing him to rubble. He had been right, Bradley always
had the upper hand when it came to their sex. It had made no difference in
the months of friendship they had built with each other.

"Kiss me, baby."

Bradley had taken a short break to give Anderson his marching orders and
the young stud found himself sliding down with his back against Bradley's
chiseled chest so that his puckering ass could rest against Bradley's thick
and ready cock. Grinding himself against the long club, Anderson could feel
his consciousness receding into the background. He leaned his head back to
lick Bradley's tongue, tasting his own ass on the wolf's palette.

"Oh baby, you're such a stupid little bitch. Are you ready to give me that
cunt of yours?"

Anderson could barely hear as he thrust his ass repeatedly against
Bradley's cock trying to impale himself on the huge horn to no avail. His
arms rose up, feeling Bradley's muscular lats before feeling the silken
knots he had tied around the wolf's wrists. In his dazed state, Anderson
found himself unraveling the knots as Bradley's mouth attacked his neck
with ferocious intensity.

"Baby can you feel how hard I am?"

"Aaaaggghhhhhhh!"

Anderson could barely form a syllable as he wrapped his own wrists in the
silken ties he had bound Bradley with, himself now bound by the arms to the
bed with Bradley's heat pressing in behind him. Bradley's hands, now loose,
roamed up his abs and chest to tweak his nipples. Each tweak made
Anderson's ass gasp a tiny bit, and a few times Bradley's cock almost
slipped in, if not for the control of its owner.

"Baby can I suck you some more? I love the taste of your cock."

With the careful control of a trapeze artist, Anderson pulled himself back
up to let Bradley taste his cock, dangling the stiff member in front of
Bradley's mouth before it swallowed in a single gulp. Anderson cried out
and felt his rock hard shaft have no problem staying hard this time, as
Bradley slid a finger deep into his ass.

"Fucck!!!!!!!"

Anderson's cock pulsed in and out of Bradley's cock, but the movement was
driven his ass undulating on Bradley's fingers and not the pleasure of his
mouth.

"Baby, I love you. Can I please make love to your sweet little hole?"

Anderson grunted out his assent and slid himself back down across Bradley's
chest, but Bradley was not to be denied his conquest.

"Please, Sir, can I please fuck your hole?"

Bradley's tone had a mocking tone to it which was lost on Anderson.

Anderson was whimpering against Bradley's cock as he desperately tried to
fuck himself on it. Each time he was almost impaled, Bradley managed to
rotate his pelvis just a bit and keep Anderson from his prize.

"Oh please oh please oh please."

Anderson cried, desperate to feel Bradley inside of him.

"Can I take off the blindfold Andy? Please, sir?"

Anderson weakly nodded and felt Bradley's hand raise up to tear off the
blindfold from his face. He looked back to see the wolf's eyes burning
themselves into his heart and knew he was finally ready.

"Andy...I love you. Can I please make you mine?"

"Oh Bradley, fuck me please! I love you!"

And with those words, Anderson felt the familiar feeling as his ass open up
to receive his master's cock. Having not had sex for a while now, it hurt a
little as the cock slid in, raw with what felt like a tiny dollop of lube
Bradley had prepped on his sphincter.

Bradley was in bliss. His cock felt like a shaft of iron grinding itself
into Anderson's meaty hole. As Anderson's ass finally rested against his
hips, he felt something within him soften and warm to the beat of their
chests. Bradley rested for a moment, hard as ever, as he listened to the
beating of Anderson's heart: a strong powerful rhythm that commingled with
his own. Listening to Anderson's heart, he felt his own heart pace itself
to his partner's rhythm. He wondered at it, marveled at how calm and happy
he felt and also how wild. It was the wolf within him howling into
Anderson's body as it found a mate and formed its pack.

Bradley nuzzled the nape of Anderson's neck. Not even the stench of
flu-ridden sweat could keep him from loving the crest of his traps, the
little cup of his shoulder. Just the smell and presence of Anderson was
enough to drive him crazy. He let his nostrils flare a bit as he delighted
in Anderson's body. The wolf was happy, and he was ready to fuck.

"Fuck me, Andy... I love you so much. You look so beautiful taking my
cock. Are you sure you want my ass?"

Anderson never got a chance to answer the question.

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The End.... or is it?