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Bus Episode (I said I am alergic to dogs),
Writen by, Archer Justin Wolff.
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Ok for starters let me tell you about me, I am named Archer Justin Wolff. A black
furred wolf standing about 5 foot 6 or there abouts. Now on with the story.
The doctor looked at the bruises all over my face, concern casting a pall over his
handsome visage. ``How did this happen to you?'' he
asked. ``Care to hear a story?'' I rejoined.
I had just had the most amazing experience of my life. Everything had started that
morning. I went to my allergist for some shots to help me with my sneezing (I'm
allergic to dogs bigtime). My old medication had lost its effectiveness, so Dr.
Michaels gave me a new drug. Normally, of course, I'm not thrilled to take new drugs,
but after he told me there was nothing in the drug that wasn't in bananas and milk, I
thought ``What the hey,'' and proffered my arm. ``Sorry,'' Doc M. chuckled, ``this
goes in your thigh, in the front.'' Well, this was an odd place for a shot, but who
am I to argue? I shucked down my 501s and boxers. ``Hold your sheath to one side
please,'' said the doctor, and I gripped my soft 5-inch sheath to the side. Doc M.
bent down, rubbed my thigh very near my balls with alcohol, letting me feel his hot
breath tingle. I started to get a little aroused, then he jabbed me with the needle,
injected the shot, and stood up. ``There shouldn't be any side-effects with this
drug,'' he intoned, ``but just to be safe, no drugs or alcohol for 12 hours.'' ``Sure
thing doc,'' I replied as I pulled up my jeans, rearranging my heavy balls and sheath
in my pants. They made a nice lump in my pants that I was pretty damn proud of! When
I looked down, I could see a nice outline. I flexed my cum muscles and saw my sheath
shift in my pants.
I left the doctor's office feeling pretty good, especially about the no side-effects
part, 'cause the stuff I was on before always gave me the runs. Spying the bus I
wanted Spying the bus I wanted nearing the bus stop at the corner, I sprinted to make
it and clambered on board. As usual, the bus was almost empty. Except for the plump
old fox driving, there was only one other passenger, a coyote sitting against a
window near the back of the bus; he looked to be asleep, 'tho I couldn't quite tell
on account of his sunglasses. As I sat across the aisle from him, I deduced he was a
marine, and probably on the way to the beach. His thick red fur was emmasculy
groomed, and he had the nicely muscled body of I would guess a 22-year-old who worked
out a lot. He wore a purple tank top that showed a generous amount of red fur over a
great hard chest along with white running shorts, slit up the side. I thought I could
see a nice sheath outlined in his pants, and wanted to see more, but I was suddenly
sleepy, (``No side-effects my eye!!'') and I drifted off into zone land.
Suddenly, I heard someone's voice in my head saying, ``God what a stud! Look at the
cock in his pants.'' My eyes snapped open. I was still on the bus, and the 'yote
across from me was looking at me intently, his sunglasses gone. I realized my cock
was painfully hard at full 8" mast, snaking down my pants, and that it was plainly
visible to the marine. Whose voice had I heard? I shifted in my seat, trying to get
my cock to go back into my sheath, when I heard the voice again, ``Shit he's awake.
Now he'll probably move so I can't see his dick. Damn.'' A flash of realization hit
me. I could hear the stud's thoughts! Blushing, I glanced over at him, gave him a
weak smile, grunted out a ``Hi'' and successfully maneuvered my cock away from my leg
and back down the front of my crotch. Discreetly, of course! ``Guess the show's
over,'' came the words again, ``back to sleep.'' I watched across the aisle as the
red furred marine put his glasses back on his head, folded his arms over his chest,
and appeared to go back to sleep. I snuck a peak at the well-packed crotch. It
definitely looked larger than before, but the stud's legs were tight together, so I
couldn't be sure. I wondered to myself, ``Can I give thoughts as well as receive
them?'' Concentrating, I thought to myself, ``Take off your glasses. You are
incredibly horny. Close your eyes and play with yourself.'' I heard the voice again,
``God am I horny!'' and watched with anticipation as the stud removed his glasses and
then moved his trembling hand up under his shirt. I saw his hands linger at his
nipples and saw him pinch himself. He spread his legs apart, and I saw a bulge
re-emerging in his shorts.
``Ignore me, the bus, everyone. Play with yourself. Take off your shirt,'' I thought,
concentrating. Off came the shirt, revealing a rippled
abdomen underneath red fur. At the end of rock-solid pectorals stood two erect
nipples. He pinched them, rolling them around his fingers. I heard him gasping for
breath, and sweat started rolling down his forehead (I was feeling kinda warm too!!).
I watched intently as his hand slipped under his short's waistband to play with his
cock. ``Lower your shorts!'' I commanded, and immediately, they were down around his
knees, giving me a most scrumptious view of a thick, long (about 6-1/2 inches, I
would guess) deep crimson red cock sprouting from his firey red sheath and
scrumptious balls underneath. My own cock was rock hard, struggling to bust the
buttons of my 501s, and my own hands trailed absent-mindedely over my chest, circling
my own erect nipples as his own freckled hand started to pump away at his cock.
Suddenly I felt the bus slowing, and pulling over to the side. ``Keep masturbating,''
I thought, focussing my thoughts towards the marine stud. I watched with a mixture of
dread and anticipation as the bus slowed and another passenger boarded. ``Jackpot!!''
I thought, as
a young snow leopard, toting rollerblades, got on the bus. He was dressed in the
normal rollerblade attire: black lycra bike shorts (I noticed his pair had a rip up
the side of his left leg) and a bike shirt stretched taut across his young frame.
Smiling to myself, I looked
at the back of the bus-driver's thinning head, and, concentrating, thought, "Drive
somewhere secluded." I was rewarded by the bus making a U-turn, much to the
consternation of the kitten who had just boarded. I could see a look of puzzlement in
his face as he gave the now stone-faced driver his fare, but presently he shrugged
his shoulders and walked towards the back of the bus, where I sat. I quickly focussed
my thoughts on the marine, closing my eyes to feign sleep as I did: ``Make yourself
presentable and close your eyes.'' I heard the shorts come up -- peaking out at
across the aisle, I noticed there could be no mistaking the rock-hard cock under the
thin nylon -- and the shirt go on. I then listened for the snow leopard's thoughts,
and they came through loud and clear! ``Wonder where this bus is going...not that it
matters, I'm just here to cool off God it's hot outside, I'll sit in the back, maybe
take a snooze. Not many people how come the coyote is sweating so much?'' -- here I
heard a gasp as the young leopard approached our row of seats -- ``Holy shit look at
the cock on that guy, it's gonna burst through his shorts he must be having a dream
he's asleep. Man I think I see precum soaking his shorts, God my dick is getting hard
gotta look away. Nice jeans on this guy, he's got a hard on, too. What the fuck is
going on?'' I started, and opened my eyes as the youngster took the seat behind me.
We glanced at each other, then he looked out the window.
I looked at the marine stud across the aisle, cock plainly pulsing beneath nylon
shorts, breath coming in short spurts. Closing my eyes
again, I thought, ``Seduce the rollerblader across the aisle, and ignore me.''
Concentrating on the rollerblader, I thought, ``Ignore me.'' I
now watched as the marine stood up, erect cock plain beneath his shorts. The
rollerblader, whom I could see out of the corner of my eye, almost popped his eyes,
and I saw his cock jump underneath the lycra shorts. I could hear his thoughts:
``Holy shit, the dude got up. How can he not know his cock is poking almost through
his fuckin' shorts? God'' -- here he rubbed his crotch -- `` this is making me horny!
Ohmygod he's gonna sit down next to me!'' Sure enough, the marine took the seat next
to the rollerblader and sat with his legs slightly spread. His knee touched the
rollerbladers, and I could see the sweat start to form on the rollerblader's upper
lip.
``Howzit goin'?'' asked the marine. ``My names Lance. I couldn't help but notice you
sitting over here. That's a wicked looking scrape on
your leg. You fall while blading? I've got some ointment, you know, to keep stuff
clean in my bag. You want I should rub it in?''
``Uh--m, uh, sure. And, um, well, ah, my name is, um Scotty" stammered the
rollerblader, extending his hand for a shake. Scotty's lycra-covered crotch was
expanding as he stared at Lance's crotch. ``What am I doing?'' he thought. ``Look at
the body on this stud. God I am horny!'' Lance had retrieved his backpack from his
old seat, extracting a small tube of ointment, the top of which he unscrewed.
Squeezing some onto his hand and placing his paw on Scotty's trembling thigh, he
said, ``This stuff might sting a little,'' and he massaged it into the angry red
scrapes. Scott's breathing was c
ming in shorter and shorter gasps, and I could hear
him thinking,
``Ohmanohmanohmanohman..GOD! this feels great. Shit my cock is getting hard, what is
Lance gonna say?''
``I think you have some cuts kinda covered up by the lycra,'' said Lance. ``But heck,
these are ruined anyway, so..'' and with this Lance
ripped the shorts right up the outer seam. Scott didn't seem to mind, he was
trembling all over and swallowing a lot. I saw sweat dripping off his chin, and
nipples started to push through his tight biking shirt. Lance was continuing to
massage ointment into Scott's upper thigh, his thumbs very close to Scott's
throbbing, growing lycra-covered cock. At this point, Scott had his eyes almost
closed, and was mumbling ``Mmmmm''. Then I heard him say to Lance, ``That ointment
feels great, nice and cool. Think you could put it on the tear in the back, too? I
had a wicked wipe-out.'' With that, Scott shifted in his seat and presented his tight
young ass to Lance. I could see another tear across Scott's ass.
``This will be easier if I lower your shorts,'' said Lance, and he pulled the lycra
down over Scott's ass. Two milky white furred bun cheeks,
perfect except for an angry red scrape across them, pointed to Lance. ``Why don't you
kneel on the bus seat and point your feet towards the aisle? I think that'll make
things easiest,'' suggested Lance, as Scotty willingly complied. I could hear his
thoughts: ``God, his touch
on my ass feels so good. I am so hard now'' -- I looked and saw an impressively sized
cock poking out over the waistband of his shorts -- God, rub my ass, oh yeah, stroke
it.''
You've got a nice scratch, but I think this will take care of it. Shall I kiss it and
make it all better?'' queried Lance. Scott straightened, and turned, his hard dick
poking above his half-pulled-down bike shorts. ``Already feels great, dude,'' said
Scott with a smile, as he pulled Lance up to his lips for a kiss that left the two
weak in the knees and shaking. As they kissed, I saw Lance's hands kneading Scotty's
cheeks, then stroking the deep cleft between them.
``Oh yeah,'' Scott purred. ``Stroke my ass.'' Scott pulled down Lance's
pre-cum-soaked shorts, and then his own. The two hard bodies
pressed together as they explored each other with their hands. Lance's 6-1/2 inch
dick was pushed out the side right in front of my eyes, so I took the time to examine
it closely. It had a nicely flared head, and was about an inch or two in diameter. A
single drop of pre-cum was dangling from a gaping piss-slit. Scott's cock was longer,
maybe as long as mine, and nice and thick. It was leaking pre-cum copiously, and was
twitching. God this was a hot scene, so I finally released my cock from its denim
prison and stroked it. I put both hands around the base, and squeezing them together,
brought them up along my pole, shuddering from the intensity of the feeling. By this
time, Scott and Lance had found each other's nipples, which they were pinching and
licking and sucking with abandonment. ``I want you in my ass,'' gasped Scott. A grin
lit up on Lance's face as he directed Scott to kneel on the bus seat, his ass hanging
over the aisle. He pressed his face to Scotty's crack and started licking and nipping
around Scott's hole, eliciting a series of moans, growls, and shimmies from Scott.
Ecstasy was all over Scott's face as he murmurred, ``Oh yeah, eat my ass. Stick that
tongue up, unngh, yeah, oh God yes, lick me out slurp away, oh God this is so soooo,
God, yes lick my ass, unh unggh Yea Oh my God yes lick me stroke me. I wanna feel you
in me. Fill me up. Yes yes yes oh my oh goD.''
Lance had removed his spit-soaked mouth from Scott's ass, and placed a single finger
right at Scott's ass opening. Scott backed up, his hole puckering as he pleaded,
"Fuck me fuck me fuck me." Lance slowly inserted his finger, then two more, into
Scott's hole as Scott writhed about in delirious ecstasy. "Oh God yes, fuck me split
me apart I want to feel you in me." Lance pushed in past two joints, then up to his
knuckles as he probed the inner reaches of Scott's ass. Suddenly Scott tensed and
straightened, his cock hard against his stomach shot wad after wad of stringy white
sperm through the air, splattering against the bus window and dribbling down onto the
seat. After seven or eight spurts, he collapsed back onto his hands and knees,
rocking slowly back and forth, his cock throbbing as Lance's fingerfucking continued.
Scott reached back and started fondling Lance's rock hard white tower of power and
his heavy red-fur-covered balls. Presently, Scott grabbed the fat cock and aimed it
right at his hole. Taking the hint, Lance removed his fingers with a squelchy slurpy
noise, coated his cock with the liquid thereon, and aimed his love arrow at Scott's
winking, pulsing hole. Lance ever so slowly eased his throbbing cock into Scott's
ass, stopping after every inch to let Scott's ass accommodate him. Soon, he was in up
to the hilt, and started a gentle rocking motion that shook Scott's body to its core.
Scott whimpered out, ``Oh GOD yes fuck me with your cock oh yes oh yes oh yes right
there, God you feel so great, split me in two with your cock I love it I love you
fuck me fuck me hard.'' Lance slowly eased his throbbing near-the-edge cock out of
Scott's ass, then quickly plunged back into the hot steamy hole, pushing Scott's head
against the cum-splattered side of the bus. Scott raised his head, and circled it
around, moaning from the special feeling centered in his gut. Lance's cock had found
his prostate, just as his fingers had, and his cock responded, arching high and hard
onto his stomach. ``Oh God yes, there it is, Fuck me with that cock, stick it in me,
do me harder harder faster, let me feel it.'' Now Scott started rocking his body back
and forth, forcing Lance to speed up the fucking. I watched raptly as I saw Lance's
balls pull up into his body, his fingers grasping Scott's back, muscles standing out,
nipples erect, as he let out a shuddering moan, and I saw and heard his cock pump
load after load into Scott's quaking ass. After 15 or 20 seconds, he collapsed on top
of Scott, kissing his back. I suddenly came with extraordinary force, cum shooting
over my seat and landing on Scott's back, where Lance promptly licked it up. I
collapsed back into my seat, thoroughly spent. That's when I felt a familiar tingle
in my nose. I looked out the window. Holy Shit! The bus driver had found a secluded
spot all right. It was a kennel in the middle of the woods. I looked through the
fence. Dogs. Shepherds. Mutts. Spaniels. Dalmatians. I felt a sneeze building.
Building. I tried to stop it. But it was coming, coming just as assuredly as I had
just come. This sneeze could not be avoided, just as my orgasm would not be denied. I
breathed in shortly. Another snort. Then an explosive sneeze.
It was deathly quiet on the bus. I heard Lance say, ``What the fuck...?'' and
realized my hold on him and Scott, and the bus driver was
ebbing. Lance pulled his cock out of Scott's ass with an obscene `plop'. ``Who are
you?'' he asked Scott, who's cock stood straight out
from his body. ``The last thing I remember was.....YOU!'' He turned to me, and I
swallowed. ``You made me do this...'' Angrily, he grabbed me by the shirt, and
backhanded me across the face. ``Don't you EVER do that again. If I were HIV+, I
could've given this stud here HIV. Don't let ME kill someone because of your sick,''
here I got backhanded across the face again, ``need to control people.'' He grabbed
me and threw me to the floor of the bus. As I lay there, pondering his words, I heard
him gently asking Scott, ``You okay man? Did I hurt you?''
``Hell no,'' Scott replied with a grin. ``I'm more turned on than I've been in my
life. God that was fantastic. You know how to treat an
ass. But it does leave me with a hard problem,'' he said, giving his hard cock a
stroke or two. ``What's say we pop this bus and find a
place in the woods?'' Lance had retrieved his clothes and slid them on.
``Lead on,'' said Lance, as they stepped over me and out of the bus, kicking my face
as they left. I moaned.
Presently the bus driver walked back to my prone form. ``You okay buddy? I don't have
the foggiest notion of where we are or how we got here, but I can take you where you
want to go.''
``To the doctor's,'' I said. I felt a sneeze coming on. I popped another pill.
....
``That's how I got these bruises, doc.'' I winced as he applied some betadine. ``Any
permanent damage?'' I asked nervously.
``Oh no, you'll be good as new after a few days. No teeth loose, no broken bones.''
Then I heard him think, ``God what a body on this stud. What I wouldn't give to blow
him!'' I looked at the doctor's crotch and saw a mouth-watering bulge. I felt a
familiar tingle in my jeans....
The end?
---
The characters "Lance" and "Scott" are purely fictional and any likeness they may
bear to real life people is coincadental. This story along with others writen by
Archer Justin Wolff are the property of Archer Justin Wolff, but this story may be
distibuted and changed in any way a person see's fit it they so choose.
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