Carter was having the best dream. He was in the woods outside Forest Hill, the morning after a full moon run, lying in the grass and looking up at the sun rising through the trees. It was summer; the morning air warm against his skin, and John was lying between his legs and kissing his balls with a passion like they’d just come home from war.
That’s how he knew it was a dream. Full moon runs were sacred, and John would never be allowed to trespass—even if the pack had accepted him.
But Carter didn’t care that it was a dream. John’s mouth was wet and hot against his balls and taint, kissing its way up his shaft and then swallowing him down and sucking him hard. It felt wonderful.
Closing his eyes, Carter threw his arm over his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of being worshiped. His balls were heavy and full, John’s hands massaging them tenderly, and the pleasure of John’s lips made his whole body feel tingly and warm.
The worship went on for what felt like forever, and Carter could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. He was right on the edge, cock throbbing to the beat of his heart, but John’s slow and leisurely ministrations weren’t enough to push him over the edge.
Carter needed more.
Bucking his hips, he reached down and grabbed John by the hair. He pushed him down on his cock, making him choke and gurgle on the rigid length, hands cupping the back of John’s head like a football and forcing him to stay down.
Throwing his head back, cock ready to shoot its load into John’s belly, Carter blinked up at… his bedroom ceiling?
Carter stilled, not really sure when he had transitioned from dream to wakefulness. He looked down, and sure enough John was lying between his legs, just like he had in the dream, Carter’s hands forcing him balls deep on his cock.
The sight made his Carter’s abs clench and his cock erupt into orgasm. John was tearing up, his face red and splotchy, the expression on his face pure lust. Carter had never seen anything more beautiful.
Still holding John down on his cock, Carter spun around so that John was on his back and he was on top. He let his weight rest on John’s face for just a second, impaling him completely on his cock, and then pulled up and withdrew his member from the human’s mouth.
John gasped for breath, but even so his head rose up in an effort to reattach his face to Carter’s package. The greedy desperation only made Carter’s cock shoot harder. He loved it when John exposed his inner cockslut.
“You want more?” he asked, clambering up on his knees and pushing John’s face back down into the mattress. He held him in place with a hand to his forehead, kneeling over him and aiming his shooting cock right at his face.
John closed his eyes just in time to avoid an eyeful of come, Carter bathing his face in the rest of his load and using the hand holding him down to smear it all over his face.
“Open your mouth,” Carter grunted, pushing his fingers past John’s lips the second he obeyed. He felt around inside John’s mouth, smearing his load onto the inside of his cheeks and his gums, basking in John’s obedience and submission.
Squeezing a final drop of come out of his cock, Carter lowered his spent member to John’s mouth and let him lap at it with his tongue like a hungry kitten. Each flick of John’s tongue made Carter’s body jerk, the stimulation of his oversensitive cockhead almost painful.
No wonder John always struggled and tried to get away when Carter milked his cock after he came. The feeling was intense.
Pulling away, Carter sat down with his back against the headboard and dragged John up into a sitting position between his legs. He wrapped his arms around John’s arms and chest and squeezed him, resting his chin on the top of John’s head.
“You didn’t come?” he said, looking down at John’s rock hard cock. He was surprised. Usually John shot his load while he was blowing Carter.
“Wanted you to jerk me off,” John said, sounding horny.
Carter toyed with the idea of not doing it—of spending the whole weekend keeping John on the verge of coming and then not letting him—but he didn’t have the willpower to enforce something like that so it was a moot point.
“I can do that,” Carter said, reaching down and wrapping his fist around John’s length. He jerked John off just how the human liked it—rough and fast and a little mean—while his other hand sought out John’s nipples. He alternated between John’s sensitive nubs, twisting and pulling them hard, and in no time at all John was spilling his seed into Carter’s hand.
Carter grinned into John’s hair and kept jerking him off long after he was done coming, not letting go of his cock until he was crying and writhing like he was being electrocuted.
“You fucker,” John mumbled, sounding exhausted but happy. “I hate you so much.”
“No you don’t,” Carter said, absolutely sure of the truth of his own words. He wiped his hand on John’s belly and kissed the back of his neck.
“No I don’t,” John agreed, laughing. “But you’re such a dick. Next time you have to let me tie you up and do that to you.”
Carter felt a shiver of arousal run down his spine at the thought of submitting to John. It was unexpected. He’d never let anyone have that kind of power over him, but with John it might be… fun to explore.
“Maybe,” he said, getting a surprised grin out of John. “We’ll see how the weekend goes.”
John didn’t say anything to that. He made a happy noise and leaned against Carter’s chest, Carter hugging him tight and closing his eyes as he breathed in the delicious scent of John and the results of their lovemaking.
There was no place else he’d rather be.
