Sorry for the long hiatus. I've been dealing with some personal issues and I hope to get back into writing, not only to continue my work, but to use writing as a way to vent my problems.

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As Paul laid me down on the soft carpeted floor, I pulled back from the kiss. Looking into his cold, almost steel grey eyes, I could see several emotions held just beneath the surface. There was definitely something going on behind the scenes with this mysterious pack brother of mine.

He pressed his lips back to mine in a firm kiss, his large hands roaming my clothed torso. I could feel his hard body press against mine, pinning me to the floor with his weight alone. There would have been no way to move him off of me even if I wanted to.

I wasn't weak, by human standards anyway, but in just Paul's weight I could feel incredible strength. As if to show his strength in response to my thoughts, he pulled back, sitting up to straddle my waist. A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he moved his hands to grip his shirt in the middle of his chest.

In the dim moonlight shining through the sliding glass door, Paul's form was barely more than a silhouette. The audible sound of tearing fabric filled the room as I watched the dark form above me, his arms flexing, biceps bulging to be nearly larger than my head. With one swift movement, the shirt he wore was thrown across the room in two pieces, his bare russet flesh exposed to me.

I swallowed hard at the sight of the man above me, tentatively running my fingertips up over the mountains and valleys created by his incredibly deep cut eight pack abs. Even in the darkness, I could faintly see the smirk on his face as my hands worshipped his torso.

I sat up a bit, leaning back on one elbow to allow my other free hand to explore further up Paul's god like torso. My palm smoothly slid over the taut flesh of his clearly defined pectoral muscles, pressing my fingertips firmly against the hot flesh.

Lost in the moment of egregiously fondling the chiseled body of the Beta, I sat up more, my face nearly pressed against his chest. I looked up at him and that painfully attractive face made even more alluring given the dim moonlighting and sensual acts taking place. If anyone had 'bedroom eyes' that could make a man orgasm just by looking at you, it would be Paul.

That stone cold gaze from his steel eyes, half lidded in what I could only imagine was heavy set lust, was causing a serious reaction to my body in ways I hadn't felt before. Of course I had gotten erections before, as a man things happen. But this was different.

My body ached for him. The desire to please and be filled by this dominant male was over whelming in ways I had never experienced. The sudden realization that I wanted nothing more in that one moment than to be bent over and stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey made me laugh audibly.

Paul's eyebrow raised as he slowly got to his feet, forcing me to look up to even see his eyes anymore. "What's so funny, kid?" I could barely see his face over the mountains of muscle his chest provided let alone what I had assumed was the bulge from a rather prominent erection he was sporting.

"I… I just…" Words. I was always good with words. That was, of course, until Paul so much as looked at me. My sentences fell apart, making me seem as if I were no more coherent than a raging alcoholic.

"Yeah, I thought so." He smirked and pressed a massive foot to my face, knocking me off of my ass onto my back. Paul turned and walked in a way I could only describe as 'sauntering' as he made his way towards the couch.

I rolled my eyes and got up onto my hands and knees, essentially crawling over to him as he plopped himself down, his large body taking up just about half of the three seater couch. His thick muscled arms slid up over the back of the couch, his legs parting in what could only be seen as a manly pose as he smirked at me.

"Boy, you sure are a dog, huh? Didn't get enough crawling around as a wolf?" He chuckled, his torso flexing with every breath. "You know, if it weren't for me, you would be dead. You owe me, big time kiddo."

I nodded my head, still unable to put my thoughts into words. Sitting back on my heels, I slid my hands up his thighs, slowly moving my hands closer and closer to his crotch. Once my hands had reached their destination, he chuckled.

"Yeah, good luck with that."

I blinked a few times, my hands wrapped around the clothed member of my pack superior. My fingers ever so barely were able to wrap around his thick length. I never thought of my hands as small, but in this instance, either my hands were tiny or he had one monstrous member hidden beneath his shorts.

"I'm not even fully hard yet." He laughed loudly, moving a hand to scratch his chest. "You should take it out. I'm sure you've been dying to see what I've got in store."

I wasn't listening. Anything passed 'not fully hard' was lost on me. There was no way. From what I could see, the bulge Paul had now was at least 9 inches and incredibly thick. And he wasn't hard yet?

"Let me help. You're obviously in shock." He laughed, reaching down to pull my hands off of his crotch, placing them on his thighs. His large hands went back to his zipper, slowly, tantalizingly pulling it down and unbuttoning his shorts.

I could feel myself leaning closer; the ache I felt was growing with each passing second. It didn't seem as though Paul was moving fast enough and I couldn't handle it. I moved a hand off of his thighs, reaching inside of his shorts. I bit my lip as my hand wrapped around his thick member, slowly pulling it out into the open.

If my jaw hadn't already dropped, it would have then. I didn't have to look up to know the smirk was plastered over his lips as I stared wide eyed at the length before my eyes.

"Careful kid, you're drooling." Paul rubbed his thumb over my bottom lip, pretending to wipe up drool from my mouth before laughing once more. "Remember, I'm not even hard yet. But I'd like to make you a deal. Since I know you're dying to spend time with me, if you can take my entire length into your throat, tomorrow we can hang out all day. We'll do whatever you want. But that's only if your face gets pressed into my pubes. And they don't call it a 'foot-long' for nothing." He winked.

I looked up at him, biting my lip even harder now. "You mean it? We can spend all day tog−wait. Did you say a foot-long?! You're dick is 12 inches?!"

He roared with laughter, wrapping a hand around his thick length, pressing the fat head against my lips. "Ehh, it might be. I've never actually measured it… Most people just end up crying out, 'Oh fuck! Too deep! Ahh! You're splitting me in half!'" He laughed again, lightly cock slapping my lips with the head of his cock.

Once again, I was totally lost. The sensation of having his thick cock head pressing against my lips was enough to cause my own cock to leak like a faucet in my shorts. I slipped my tongue out, licking over the head, flicking right over the slit at the tip. I pressed my lips to the large head, kissing it softly as I looked up at Paul.

"You're seriously gonna try to deep throat me, huh?" He smirked, putting his arms behind his head, exposing slightly hairy pits. "Be my guest. Don't come crying to me when you choke."

My hand replaced his around his thick length, slowly stroking it up and down as my lips and tongue continued to work over the swollen head. The taste of Paul's most intimate parts could only be described as glorious. Call me a whore, but there was something about his dick I couldn't resist. I needed more.

I wrapped my lips around the head, groaning awkwardly as the head alone filled the majority of my mouth. As my hand continued to stroke up and down, I could feel the length growing longer and thicker still, stiffening with each powerful beat of Paul's heart.

After a few moments of making out with a cock head, saliva had ran down his entire length, slicking up my hand movements over his now rock solid member. He was right, he was massive. I wasn't sure how large he was, but my hand couldn't even wrap all the way around it anymore and the head itself was almost too large for my mouth. It stretched my jaw almost painfully wide, a steady stream of precum oozing out of the tip right into the back of my throat, leaving me no choice but to swallow it all.

"Well you managed to get me hard." He didn't look that amused to be honest. Paul just stared down at me, the moonlight shining in his eyes as I started to bob my head up and down, the fat swollen head pressing against the back of my throat as I tried to take another inch.

This was going to be harder than I thought. I gagged and retched as I tried to swallow around the head, glad I didn't eat much at the party earlier or I might have actually thrown up on his crotch. There's one way to make an impression.

Paul sighed in what I assumed was pleasure as he reached down, replacing my hand on his cock with his own massive hand. He slid it up, pressing his thumb and index finger against my lips before pumping back down, repeating this over and over again. He was jerking himself off.

I looked up at him, my lips still wrapped around his cock head, as he leaned his head back, groaning softly. If my lips could have moved, I would've grinned around his length. I was getting him off. I slowly worked my tongue on and around his head, flicking over the slit again and again, lapping up all of the leaking precum.

He grunted and started to stroke himself faster, his hand nearly punching my face with each stroke as the flow of precum got heavier and heavier, his cock feeling as if it were stiffening more, feeling the already monstrous cock head, swelling larger in my mouth.

I whined as it stretched my jaw wider, making it nearly impossible for me to pull my head off of his rock hard cock as he continued to furiously stroke up and down. He was jerking himself off and was going to use my throat as a cum deposit.

It didn't take long after that.

My eyes widened as the first rope of cum exploded from his cock, nearly drowning in just the first of many, many ropes. I had to swallow as fast as I could to keep up and his cock seemed to release more cum constantly, I could compare it to a firehose. I squeezed my eyes shut, his swollen head keeping any of his cum from escaping my lips, it only having one direction to go, down my throat.

After what felt like an eternity, he stopped. His orgasm ended. I groaned softly, gagging a bit as he slowly stroked himself, feeding me the last remaining droplets of his seed. It took a few more minutes before his length had softened enough for me to pull my mouth off, panting and gasping for breath heavily. I collapsed into his lap, resting my head on his hip as I struggled to catch my breath.

The last thing I remember was a large, rough hand running through my hair and a soft chuckle before I passed out from a combination of exhaustion from the initiation earlier, lack of oxygen from choking on cum, and the sheer rush of having been able to suck the cock of Paul. All in all, it was a good day.