Forest Discovery

Rolling over, Rook was expecting to plop his head down on his boyfriend’s fluffy chest, yet the coyote instead just flopped down on his back onto the empty space next to him on the bed, startling the man awake from the hazy stupor between his dreams and reality as he let out a slurred moan. Sprawling out his hands and his legs, his tan fur poking out from under the blanket as his paws hung down the side of the bed, Rook sighed as he slowly pried his eyes open, his ears folded back as he stared up at the roof of the log cabin, hand built by both him and his boyfriend. Squinting at one particular log right above the bed, the canine man smiled with a soft chuckle as he made out a small heart carved into the wood, two names scratched inside of it, 
“Rook+Ash”
The wolf had always thought that Rook’s carving was cheesy, yet he knew that Ash secretly loved the gesture just as much as he did, just too stubborn to outright show it. Stretching in bed, glancing out at the windows to see the rising sun casting heavy shadows over the intimate cabin, the coyote debated whether he should be getting up yet or not, yawning as he reached under the blanket to scratch at his naked body, his hand accidentally brushing up against the morning wood sticking out of his sheath. Smirking at the erection poking up a tent against the blanket, Rook peeked under the covers to see his canine shaft at almost full mast, his knot already swollen and a small wet spot of his pre smeared into the blanket from where his tip had been rubbing against the fabric, making him miss his boyfriend’s presence even more. Not content to rely on his hands and just rub one out to take care of his morning wood, the man slowly sat up, rubbing his face as he looked around the cabin, trying to see if he could figure out where the other canine had disappeared off to so early in the morning, without even giving him a quickie. The cabin was fairly sparsely decorated, only a few rough rugs laid down to give some padding and warmth to the floor, heavy curtains ready to be drawn over the windows to keep out the cold breeze of the mountainside. Several pelts and furs were hung up on one end of the cabin, ready to be processed and traded with the local tribes, helping supplement the food that the pair hunted and foraged for, as well as providing for the few necessities and the occasional luxury that they couldn't find out in the wilds. With no sign of his boyfriend in sight, the coyote was just about to call out for the man when he suddenly heard the telltale clack of an axe splitting some firewood, smiling as he guessed that Ash was already hard at work outside. With the idea of surprising the fellow canine with a lewd break from the chores, knowing that his partner would surely be just as horny as he was since neither of them had gotten off since fucking one another just before falling asleep, Rook tossed aside his blanket and slipped out of bed, trying not to make too much noise as he reached for his clothes. 

Quickly slipping on his usual wear of a loincloth, his fur providing enough warmth when just strolling around the homestead, leaving no need for anything besides the little strip of cloth that was also conveniently easy to access at a whim. Tying the loincloth around his waist, the canine man smirked at the visible bulge of his erection pushing against the cloth, making no effort to try to hide his morning wood. With his tail wagging playfully, the coyote stepped out of the cabin, his whiskers shivering slightly as the cool breeze of the outdoors pushed underneath his loincloth, tickling his knot. The yard was surrounded by trees on almost all sides except the rising mountain flanking the cabin, a few little paths carved out into the woods in all directions, stretching out like tendrils from the clearing. A small little hut was tucked off to the side of the yard, storing the firewood that the pair used for cooking and warmth, a constant snap of a sharp axe being brought down on a log echoing out from behind it. With a sly smile, Rook snuck towards the hut, his ears perking up to pick up the faint sound of another man softly grunting and panting, loving that his boyfriend sounded almost the same whether rutting him or doing heavy labour. Peeking behind the corner, the coyote saw Ash standing there, wearing nothing but a loincloth as well, a heavy axe on the wolf's hands, a fair bit bigger than the coyote spying on him. The quick flash of the slightly older man's heavy sack peeking out from behind the loincloth when Ash reared up the axe showed that the canine wasn't just taller and broader than Rook, but also quite a bit more well endowed as well. 

Catching a hint red poking out of his boyfriend’s sheath as the wolf was busy at work, already imagining his lips wrapped tightly around the tip as it swelled up and slid right down his throat, Rook took a few steps closer to the man, suddenly wrapping his arms around the other canine's waist, 
“Guess who~?”
Ash didn't flinch at the surprise, just grinning as he stopped mid-swing, staring at his boyfriend from the reflection of the axe blade, 
“You'd think you would've learned by now that you can't sneak up on a wolf.”
Rook chuckled, reaching his hands below the wolf's belt, slipping his fingers underneath his mate's loincloth, running his fingertips over the tip of the red rocket poking out of the sheath, feeling his fur getting stained with warm, slick, and musky precum, 
“Oh, I know, I was hoping you'd be waiting for me~”
The two men had both been scouts for their own tribes in their youths, running across one another while out in the wilderness patrolling their territories. Though the wolves and the coyotes weren't hostile with each other, the tribes likewise weren't exactly close or warm either, meaning that the quick friendship that the two scouts quickly developed while running into one another again and again was rather taboo. Even more taboo was the physical and loving relationship that began to blossom between the two over time, trying their best to keep it hidden from their tribes, yet inevitably getting discovered one afternoon after months of lewd, steamy sessions in the depths of the wilds. With how scandalous a relationship between two men was, especially with them being from different tribes, there was no option but for the two to leave their communities and head out into the wilderness, outcasts from their previous lives. Even with being exiled from their tribes, the two quickly built a new life for themselves, constructing a cabin in the woods, hunting and scavenging to trade with the local tribes, including their precious communities. Happy with the simple, lecherous, and loving new existence they'd made for themselves at the foot of the mountain, the two canine lovers spent their days at work and rutting one another, barely spending an hour without getting their hands on each other. 

With his boyfriend fondling him under his loincloth, his chest swelling up as his canine cock began to slowly but surely slide out of his sheath, Ash let out a lusty snarl as he brought his axe down on the chopping block, lodging the sharp blade deep into the wood before turning around to face the coyote. Rook gave an excited huff as the bigger man grabbed him, shoving him against the wall of the little hut, pinning him in place before planting lips on his muzzle, prying open his maw as the wolf's tongue slipped straight down into his mouth. Making out with the coyote, swirling his tongue deep in the man's maw as Rook was still groping his cock, Ash pulled both of their loincloths aside just as his knot slipped out of his sheath, revealing his red rocket in all of its glory. Opening one eye when he felt his mate's shaft rubbing up against his own, Rook blushed lightly at the sight of the wolf's majestic and thick girth grinding against his own, almost double his size, making his manhood seem almost small even though he was rather decently endowed for a coyote. Amazed how he was still impressed by the wolf's package day after day, even after spending years with Ash, the smaller canine happily let his boyfriend ravage his maw while being trapped between the bundle of muscles and the wall, their knots pressing up together and kneading against one another. Ash reached down, his large hands managing to grab both his own as well as the coyote’s shaft simultaneously, slowly stroking and jerking them both off as he frenched Rook, feeling the other man's dick twitching and spraying shots of pre all over his crotch, wetting his thighs, balls, and lower belly with the musky scent of a very, very needy coyote. Breaking off the kiss after several minutes of heated grinding and fondling, Rook’s flushed face glowing red as the out of breath man wiped his wet lips off, Ash grabbed his mate by the shoulders, 
“You want me to take care of that morning wood? Would be my pleasure~”
Rook let out a tiny gasp as he was spun around before being shoved against the wall again, his face pressed against the wood as one hand leaned against his back, the other spreading his ass cheeks wide open, shivering as a glob of spit landed directly on his puffy tailhole, still a little gaped from the heavy pounding he'd received the night before. With no need to worry about privacy or trying to stay quiet at such a remote plot of land, Ash grinned as he bent over and pinned down his boyfriend almost right in the middle of their yard, teasing the moaning coyote by rubbing his tip against Rook’s tailhole, licking his lips like a ravenous hound about to devour a delicious meal, 
“Scream for me this time around, you know how horny that makes me~”

Sitting in front of a campfire, a bored expression on his face as he absentmindedly poked at the glowing embers with a stick, Aspen tapped his paw against the dusty ground, the ten year old coyote’s floppy ears swaying around as the boy rocked back and forth, his other hand fiddling with the little tunic he had on. With yet another sigh, the cub looked up from the campfire to see the hustle and bustle of his tribe, a few of the women preparing a dinner around a big, communal pot while a few men worked over some fresh leather on the other end of the camp, a couple of the younger kids running around and giggling as they chased one another around the tents and huts. Being a nomadic tribe, the coyotes didn't tend to stick around at the same spot for very long, arriving at an area for a month or two before packing up and heading off again, making sure they had plenty of fresh game available. The nomadic nature was also biting hard at young Aspen’s mind, making him anxious and bored with just hanging around the camp all day long. The boy was stuck in an awkward phase, too young to really care about the childish games of hide and seek or tag that the other pups loved to waste their time on, yet he was simultaneously still too young to join the men on their trips to hunt, scavenge, and scout. With nothing to do besides the occasional communal chore he was forced into, Aspen was bored out of his mind, feeling the annui gnawing away at him with every passing second. Hearing some excited chatter coming from somewhere off to the side of the camp, the cub looked up to see a few hunters arriving back home from another very successful hunt, a skewer with a freshly caught big deer perched on the shoulders of the two men as they marched into camp, victorious grins on their faces as the other coyotes whistled and barked to congratulate the pair for their prowess. Staring at the hunters with a longing sigh, Aspen flinched as a stack of pots, pans, and bowls suddenly clattered next to him on the ground, jumping up to his feet with a startled yelp as he turned around to see one of the matrons of the camp staring at him, tossing him a rag, 
“Make yourself useful, pup, and clean out the cookware, we're going to need it with that new prey our hunters just brought in.”
Holding the rag in his hands, Aspen watched the woman walking off towards the small parade forming around the hunters, the boy's eyes flicking between the proud, grinning men and the pile of cookware sitting next to him, giving an annoyed growl as he finally tossed the rag right into the fire. Turning around, the pup strolled right off to the outskirts of the camp, the rest of his tribe too busy celebrating the fresh kill to even notice the preteen boy heading off the clearing and into the woods, disappearing into the brush before anyone caught wind of him taking off.

With the faint sounds of his camp’s celebrations slowly fading away, Aspen trekked deeper into the woods with a determined look on his face, straightening out his tunic as he kept his chest puffed out and his nose up in the air. Though the forest seemed utterly untouched just a few steps away from the clearing his tribe had made camp on, the cub used his sensitive nose to sniff out any markings and scent trails left on the ground by his peers, a rather detailed web of paths and trails snaking all around him, going in all directions. Trying to distinguish the pathways made by his people rather than the wild beasts or those of the other tribes, Aspen tried to find a direction that had seen the least amount of traffic, knowing that his trailblazing and pathfinding wouldn't really have much success if he just waddled down the exact same routes all the hunters and scouts of his family used. The pup was determined to head off into the wilderness and seek out something, anything that'd prove his value to his tribe. Riches, verdant hunting grounds, a plentiful crop of useful and medicinal herbs, a perfect location for their next camp, the boy was willing to take anything that'd make the rest of his tribe see that he could be very useful heading out into the wilds even at his age. Already thinking of the celebrations the camp would surely put on for him once he'd return from his little voyage, Aspen strolled deeper and deeper into the woods, the shadow of a nearby mountain looming over the forest, casting heavy shadows on the ground. After walking around for some time, trying to keep himself properly oriented so he wouldn't lose his way and ignoring the faint grumbling of his belly, the little coyote suddenly caught a whiff of something in the air. Peering up through the trees at the blue skies, the pup made out faint wisps of smoke rising up not far from where he found himself, confused about what the source could've been. He was sure he hadn't accidentally doubled back and arrived back at his campsite, yet he also hadn't heard anyone talking about some other tribe having a settlement anywhere near to where they'd settled for the season. Curious about the source of the smoke, hoping that it might prove to be something useful for his tribe, Aspen began heading towards the trail, keeping himself low to the ground and his footsteps silent, getting the feeling that a little covertness might be required. 

Sneaking closer to the source, the boy found himself at the edge of a clearing, surprised to see an entire wooden log cabin sitting smack dab in the middle of it, a few other smaller shacks dotted about, smoke pouring from the chimney in steady puffs, unsure of who could be living there or why he hadn't been told about it. Keeping away from the clearing and instead ducking behind some bushes, worried that whoever was using the place as their home might not be very happy about him snooping around, Aspen slowly circled closer to the cabin. Freezing on the spot at the sight of movement, the cub watched with his mouth hanging open as Ash stepped out from behind one of the sheds, a grin on the wolf's face as he stretched his arms, his loincloth swept aside by the thick, throbbing canine cock fully erect and pointing up at the skies, a white pearl of cum clinging to the tip. A few seconds after the wolf, Rook also limped out from behind the shed, a slightly more winded smile on the smaller canine's face as he nuzzled against his boyfriend’s side, his shaft dangling down as his tail wagged, a very visible creampie dripping down his inner legs, a few ropes of cum marking his ass cheeks, belly, and thighs. The couple embraced and kissed, unaware of the young eyes staring at the whole spectacle from the bushes, barely able to even comprehend what exactly was going on in front of him. Tasting each other's tongues for a second, the two men broke their kiss and casually strolled back inside of their cabin, leaving behind Aspen, his eyes wide open in a mix of surprise, horror, amusement, curiosity, and a dozen other emotions. Feeling like he'd just stumbled upon something he really, really wasn't supposed to see, the pup turned around as soon as the cabin door slammed shut, dashing off back into the woods before anyone noticed him being there, an uneasy look on his face as he scurried back the way he'd come. 

Practically sprinting the entire way, Aspen made his way back to his camp as fast as his little legs could take him, panting and wheezing about midway through, nearly tripping on the rocks and roots jutting out the dirt as he leapt over little ditches. The cub wasn't entirely sure about what he'd been a witness to, but he was pretty certain that neither the pair of canines living at the cabin nor his tribe would appreciate him being privy to such a private moment between two men. Worried that he'd be punished harshly if caught snooping around, the little coyote grit his teeth with a nervous look on his face as he scrambled to hurry back home, only slowing down by the time he'd made it close enough to see the flames of the big campfire flickering in the distance, a spot of brightness amongst the slowly dimming evening sun. Hoping that he might be able to talk his way out of whatever trouble he found himself in, the pup snuck past the treeline and into the camp, spotting that a big feast was just about to begin, scurrying over to his family's tent, opening the flap just as someone turned and spotted him,
“Hey, Aspen! Where have you been?”
Pretending as if he'd just staggered out of the tent rather than trying to go in, the boy glanced over at the man approaching him, 
“O… oh, I just… I began to feel very ill, just a few hours ago, dizzy and… nauseous. So I… I was asleep, in there, in the tent.”
The man eyed up the cub for a moment, finally shrugging, 
“Yeah, you do look a bit ill, can see you're feverish and hot all the way from here. I was calling out for you but you didn't answer.”
“I'm sorry, must've just… been really knocked out by this sickness…”
The man turned to leave, 
“Well, you just go back to rest then, I'll make sure they'll save you a nice and juicy piece of this buck for when you're feeling better.”.
Letting out a relieved sigh, Aspen crawled into the tent, flopping down on his back and staring blankly off in the distance, his heart still pounding and the image of the two naked men burned into his memory. 

Drifting off to sleep, the little coyote was sure he'd be able to put the entire thing behind him soon enough, yet even in his dreams the boy's mind drifted back to the lewd scene of the two cum-painted men with their red rockets swinging about. The next day, he was unable to think of anything but the perverted scene he'd stumbled upon, completely preoccupied with the taboo yet oddly interesting sight he'd gotten a glimpse of. The pup wasn't sure whether he was interested or disgusted by the naughty moment, yet he couldn't put it out of his mind no matter how hard he tried, almost every waking hour spent on mulling over the few dozen seconds that he'd gotten a glimpse of, going over every little detail: the way the pair were smiling, the way their cocks glistened and throbbed, the way the coyote looked so utterly relaxed and relieved, the kissing, the fondling, the fresh cum stains. After a few days of trying to process what he'd seen, Aspen knew that he needed to see more of it, just to satiate his curiosity and to be able to forget all about the entire thing afterwards, at least that's what the boy told himself. Waiting for the opportune time before sneaking out, leaving early in the morning while everyone was still busy taking care of the morning chores, the pup slipped away and into the woods, following the pathway burned into his memory as he felt his heart fluttering, growing increasingly nervous yet excited with every single step he took. After a short trek through the woods, Aspen once again found himself at the edge of the clearing, staring at the wood cabin, his claws digging into the trunk of a tree as he peeked around it, holding his breath and staring unblinkingly at the door, just waiting to see the two men again. Feeling like a nervous wreck, the cub waited and waited, with every second feeling like years, growing more anxious as he listened to his heartbeats, biting his lip and whimpering under his breath, simultaneously terrified of staying there for long out of fear of being discovered yet unable to just run off without getting to see the two men again. After waiting around for a few minutes, the young coyote’s ears perked up at the sound if of a moan coming from inside of the cabin, his heart skipping a beat as he felt his loins stirring slightly, his blood running cold as he clawed a chunk out of the tree he was hiding behind, unable to resist the urge. With a cautious step, the boy hopped out of the bush and into the clearing, staying low to the ground as he snuck closer to the cabin, utterly determined to at least see the two canines again after putting his hide on the line with such a risk. Creeping up to a window, the pup very carefully pressed his body against the wall, listening to rhythmic panting coming from within as he slowly peeked his head up, peeping through the glass. 

With a silent gasp, the young boy peered around the corner to see the two men he'd seen previously, this time sprawled out on the floor of the cabin on top of a fluffy bear skin rug, completely naked from head to toe. Ash was hugging his boyfriend from behind, grunting like a feral animal in heat with his teeth gripping the back of the smaller coyote’s neck, keeping the other canine firmly in place as he stuffed more of his girthy cock into his mate's tailhole. Too enthralled by the sensation of his pucker being gaped out by the last few inches before Ash’s knot, Rook didn't even notice the young coyote’s ears poking up from below the windowsill, casting little shadows along the floor as he moaned and gripped his own knot, pumping and rubbing at his shaft while his boyfriend was busy trying to tie his tailhole. Shocked by the sight of the wolf's thick cock drilling deep into the other man's asshole as Ash yanked the coyote hard against the throbbing red rocket, Aspen found himself unable to move or pry his eyes away from the degenerate sight in front of him. With his eyes following every single rough and heavy thrust, his ears catching every hard grunt and moan that almost sounded like they were straddling the line between pleasure and pain, the boy sat by the window, just barely peeking in as he knelt next to the log cabin, his snout twitching as he tried to catch a whiff of the lewd scent lingering inside. With there still being plenty of work and chores to get through, hoping to be finished well before sundown so that they wouldn't have to stumble around in the dark, Ash did his best to resist the urge to knot his mate no matter how big of a temptation it might've been, saving that up for after they'd gotten everything done and could spend the rest of the day just rutting like animals all over their little plot of land. Loving the way Rook was squeezing down on his cock every time he brought his hips forwards like a hammer, the wolf was snarling and grunting, still gripping the nape of his boyfriend’s neck with his teeth, feeling how Rook was squirming as both men knew they were getting close to a climax. 

Unable to take his eyes off of the scene, Aspen watched as the big wolf suddenly rammed almost knot deep in the fellow coyote, causing the other man to flinch as Rook let out a bleat, ropes of cum spraying from the bottom’s canine shaft as Ash simultaneously blew a load deep in his tailhole. Feeling flashes of heat all over, blushing and feeling a tightness in his chest as he watched the couple sharing an intense climax, Aspen lost concentration for a moment, trying to lean closer against the window for a better look, completely missing the fact that one of his paws was right next to a little puddle of mud. Shuffling around to try to get a good peek at what was going on, the boy suddenly slipped on the slick patch of dirt, bleating as he fell flat on his ass with a thud, the surprise knocking the wind out of him and making him disoriented for a moment. Rapidly coming to his senses and realising what had just happened, the little pup bolted up to his feet and turned to run, but it was already too late, letting out a terrified whimper as he heard the cabin door squeaking open and heavy footsteps quickly approaching. Running as fast as he could towards the edge of the clearing, the boy looked behind him to see the naked wolf sprinting after him with terrifying speed and ferocity, a throbbing, juicy red rocket still swinging around between the man's legs as he pounced on the little peeping Tom. Closing his eyes and trying to cover his head as soon as he saw the big, muscular canine lunging for him with a roar, Aspen screamed, knowing there was nothing he could do as he was tackled to the ground, still a few feet away from being able to disappear into the bushes. 

Pinned against the grass with the big and heavy wolf on his back, grunting as large hands pressed his shoulders against the dirt, Aspen squirmed and wriggled about, unsure of whether he should try to act tough or plead for mercy, most just groaning while he tried to make up his mind. Panting as he ran over to catch up to his mate, Rook huffed and puffed as he came to a stop next to the naughty voyeur Ash had caught, his cock likewise still dangling out of his sheath as the two men glanced at one another, giving a silent nod. On the signal, Ash flipped the pup onto his back, gently grabbing Aspen’s neck to keep the cub pinned against the ground, the other hand grabbing the boy's ears, both adults getting a good, close up look at the unwelcome visitor's face as Rook let out a worried growl, 
“Yeah, he's definitely from my tribe. Or… what was my tribe, I guess.”
Staying silent for a moment as he stared the pup in the eyes, narrowing his gave before he finally opened his muzzle, speaking in a low, rumbling tone, Ash kept the wiggling cub firmly in place,
“Who are you? Why are you here?”
Thankful that the wolf's grasp around his windpipe wasn't too tight for him to answer the question, Aspen whimpered out, 
“I'm… I'm Aspen! I'm just here to… I thought I could… find something valuable for my tribe, to prove my worth.”
The dark-furred wolf snarled, 
“So you're not here to spy on us then?”
“I don't… I don't even know who you two are, I swear!”
Rook hummed, tapping his chin as he stared down at the fellow coyote, 
“I think he's speaking the truth there. My tribe doesn't use our pups as spies, not when I was with them and I'm pretty sure they haven't entirely changed their ways even over the years. And besides, they abandoned us, drove us out, they don't care about our new, meagre lives out here. There's no reason for either tribe to be sending… spies or sleuths or something just to watch us rut.”
While the two men debated about whether to believe him or not, Aspen couldn't help but to feel the giant cock of the wolf squatting over him rubbing against his belly and thighs, gulping as he glanced down at the warm and wet throbbing shaft grinding against his fur, seeing just how big the member truly was up close and personal.

Thinking about his partner’s arguments for a moment, Ash seemed to relent slightly, giving a grunt as he let go of the pup and stood up, staring down at the kid while crossing his arms, not particularly bothered by his erect manhood bouncing about between his legs as the little cougar picked himself up off the floor, 
“Let's say I believe you, you're not a spy. That still doesn't explain what you're doing here, peeking in through our windows.”
Aspen blushed as he dusted off his tunic, stammering for a moment as he decided that utter honesty would be his best way out of the pickle he found himself in,
“I just… I came across your place, a few days ago. And I… saw you two… together. And I haven't… really been able to forget that, and I wanted to… see it again…”
The two adults glanced at one another, an amused smirk on Rook’s face while Ash just about rolled his eyes, neither saying a word while the coyote pup did his best not to pass out from anxiety while he continued, 
“I haven't seen… that sort of stuff before. It looked kind of… I don't know… interesting? I just thought that maybe, perhaps… you might… explain some things to me?”
The wolf sighed as he shook his head, waving off the boy with a dismissive look on his face, 
“We've got better things to do than to explain rutting to a little whelp like you. Just head back to your tribe and forget this entire thing, it'll be better for all of us that way.”
Ash turned away to walk off back into the cabin with Rook joining him a few steps back, leaving the boy standing alone at the edge of the clearing. With a disappointed look, the pup glanced down at his loins, wiping up a glob of precum from his thighs that'd been smeared across his fur by the wolf's shaft, the intensity of his blush flaring up as he took a sniff of the musky and sticky splat, waddling back into the forest where he'd come from.