Stuff My Stocking: M-M Romance Stories that are Nice and Naughty by Various Authors

his legs. The taunt, furry cheeks of his muscular ass were parted just enough to glimpse the tight, puckered rosette Cy longed to feel wrapped around his cock. And Wolf’s thick bushy tail was cocked to the side, allowing easy access to his most private hole. It was nearly more than Cy could take. But something was missing.
    “Stay,” Cy growled as he hurried to the kitchen.
    After ferreting around for several wasted seconds, he finally found a fresh jar of oil and rushed back. Kneeling down directly behind Wolf, Cy slathered the thin oil liberally over his cock. When Wolf looked back over his shoulder, watching him with sultry yellow eyes, Cy nearly lost all reason and plunged straight in. But he managed to restrain himself. Instead, he took the time to circle Wolf’s hole, spreading oil around to sooth and loosen the muscles, dipping his fingertips inside to open the way for his claiming.
    Wolf pushed back against his fingers, softly growling, his eyes closing in eager anticipation. Cy couldn’t take it any more. He lined up his cock and nudged the head into Wolf—giving a few, teasing thrusts to ease his way, before surging ahead in one long push that buried him balls deep in Wolf’s ass.
    Wolf arched back into him, drawing him impossibly deeper. Their balls touched for a moment, before Cy pulled back, only to plunge back in for more of Wolf’s tight heat over and over again. Sweat dripped off Cy’s brow. Wolf grunted and whined as he thrust back against Cy. It was pure, wild, torturous bliss. But it couldn’t go on for much longer. Cy was too close. They both were.
    Pressure building, Cy reached around, encircling Wolf’s cock with his hand. He wanted to feel Wolf come while buried deep inside him.
    “Now, Wolf. Cum for me now.”
    With the command, Wolf threw back his head and came, gripping Cy’s cock like a vice and locking him deep inside. The pulsing contractions of Wolf’s ass as he pumped spurt after spurt of cum out into Cy’s hand and across the rug were all Cy needed though.
    “Wolf!” Cy cried—yelling the name into the rafters as he exploded in great jerking waves of cum inside Wolf’s ass.
    Time hung suspended as their balls emptied. A rush of pleasure so strong swept over him that Cy lost all connection to the world. The only thing that existed was Wolf’s body—warm and soft beneath his hands and wrapped around his cock.
    Finally, Cy pulled free, gently guiding Wolf back against him. Wolf whined as he sat back on his heels.
    “Did I hurt you.” Cy heard the edge of concern in his own voice, but didn’t regret it. He hadn’t wanted to hurt Wolf. Well not in a bad hurt kind of way at least.
    “Splinter,” Wolf explained, holding out his hand for Cy’s inspection.
    Cy reached out and cradled it between his hands. It was surprisingly soft. An amazing combination of human hand and wolf’s paw that was unique to Wolf. And in the pad of one digit a surprisingly large sliver of wood could be seen.
    He’d have to remember to clean the rug thoroughly before they played in front of the fire again. And there would be an again. Winters were obnoxiously long and bitterly cold this far north.
    Leaning forward, Cy lowered his mouth to the fingertip, all the while watching Wolf’s golden eyes widen in surprise. He used his tongue to gently probe the area, guiding his teeth in to nip around the splinter. Gripping it firmly, Cy removed the foreign object from Wolf’s paw then bathed the injury with a few gentle swipes of his tongue.
    Wolf whined, wriggling his ass. Cy smiled at the telling reaction. He suddenly loved long winters.

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    Epilogue

    Cy studied the smooth white expanse of fresh snow around his cabin carefully. There were no boot prints, no paw or hoof marks to mar its crisp new surface. Since last night’s snow storm, nothing had passed this way. He’d make sure to set out more wards over the next days, weeks and months, but apparently the searchers had moved on.
    Or perhaps