Male of the Species -
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Publisher: Ellora's Cave |
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At that moment a howl rang out, reverberating through the still of the night. All the nocturnal creatures seemed to pause and listen as one howl became a heart wrenching chorus that seemed to call to the empty spaces in every soul.
Dev turned his head toward the sound as they both listened. When he turned back, Ryan's eyes widened at the amber glow of his eyes and the wild, triumphant cast of his expression. It was as though the features of a wolf had transposed themselves over Dev's, giving him a feral, untamed visage. Dev's gaze caught Ryan's for only a moment before he bent his head and picked up a branch to stir the fire. When he raised his head he was again just Dev, and Ryan wondered at the fleeting image, not sure if it was real or just his imagination taking flight.
Before he could say anything, Dev looked at his watch. "It's kind of early, but we've had a fair amount of exercise today. We should probably get some sleep-we'll need to be up at sunrise and be ready to go not too long after. Hopefully the pack won't move on for a while."
Ryan nodded his agreement and quickly washed up the dishes while Dev banked the fire. Inside the tent it was nearly pitch dark until Dev turned on the small lantern he'd brought. They undressed by its dim light, and Ryan found himself struggling not to look at Dev's body as he shed his clothes. He managed to keep his eyes averted as he quickly peeled out of his own clothes, and leaving his briefs on, lay down on his open sleeping bag, pulling the flap over himself.
"You ready?" Dev asked.
"For what?" he asked suspiciously, then blushed at the sound of Dev's quiet laugh.
"For lights out, Ryan, that's all."
"Oh. Yeah," he mumbled, thoroughly embarrassed.
"Goodnight," Dev said softly, amusement still apparent in his voice. "Night," he answered and rolled his eyes at his own stupidity.
Despite the fact that he was tired, Ryan had some trouble relaxing. Knowing Dev was only an arms length away had his body humming and his blood rushing south. His cock began to throb and lengthen as it filled and he felt like groaning with frustration. He shifted, adjusting his suddenly uncomfortable briefs, trying to accommodate the extra girth of his cock while gritting his teeth in disgust.
By the quiet, even sound of his breathing, Ryan was sure that Dev was having no such trouble. Eventually his tension eased and he was finally able to sleep, only to wake with a start at what seemed like just a short time later.
He lay still, not sure what had awoken him until he noticed the tent flap was slightly open, admitting a ribbon of moonlight that had fallen across him where he lay in his sleeping bag. Blinking groggily, he was hit with the dawning realization that he was alone in the tent. Dev was gone. Thinking that perhaps he'd gone out to relieve himself, Ryan waited for a few minutes until his patience ran out and he began to worry.
He quietly got up and looked out the tent flap. The landscape was illuminated by moonlight and not far away, sitting on a formation of rocks that lay along the side of the stream, he could see Dev. He frowned, wondering what Dev was doing. He could see some slight movement, but couldn't make out what was going on. Half asleep and not thinking clearly, he began to walk toward Dev. His bare feet made little sound as he approached and it was only when he was almost upon him that he finally realized what Dev was doing. He stopped as a bolt of shock arrowed straight through him.
Dev was masturbating. Totally nude, he was leaning back with his eyes closed, his fingers wrapped around the thick stalk of his erection while slowly stroking up and down the long, hard length of it. Ryan watched, unable to take his eyes off the most electrifying sight he'd ever seen.
It wasn't just the overwhelming eroticism of the act itself, but the beauty of the man performing it. Dev's body was art and music and poetry come to life. The arrangement of skin and muscle and bone was so perfect it not only made Ryan's cock ache, but his heart as well. He longed to reach out and touch him, and yet to disturb the flawless beauty of this scene would be tantamount to destroying a painting by a master artist.
Yet this art lived and breathed and moved. Hot blood flowed through Dev's veins and pleasure electrified his body as evinced by the quickening of his movements and the husky groan that passed his parted lips.
Ryan nearly groaned in sympathy as more blood flowed into his already rigid erection. Dev's movements came faster, his hand twisting as it stroked, concentrating on the upper half of his cock until his body seized for a split second and a thick spurt of semen shot from the plump head of his cock to land on his chest. He uttered a low, rolling growl and continued to pump his hand up and down, bringing spurt after spurt from his throbbing cock until it was milked dry.
Ryan blinked as though coming out of a trance and realized just what a compromising position he was in. Appalled at himself for spying on Dev, he backed slowly away then turned and quietly moved back to the tent. He lay down on his sleeping bag and let the shock of what he'd just witnessed wash over him, while he shuddered and struggled to relax.
The rustle of the tent's fabric announced Dev's return and Ryan froze, feigning sleep as he fought to keep his breathing slow and even. Eyes closed, he sensed the movement of Dev's body as he lay down on his own sleeping bag. All was quiet for a moment and Ryan was just beginning feel safe, when a voice came out of the darkness.
"Ryan?"
Ryan lay still and said nothing.
"You may as well answer me. I know you're awake."
He silently swore. "Yeah?"
"You were watching me."
It was a statement.
"Yeah," he admitted softly. "I didn't mean to. I thought something might be wrong and by the time I got close enough to see what you were doing I couldn't ... well I didn't… I'm really sorry Devin, I shouldn't have invaded your privacy like that."
"Oh I'm not worried about that," Dev answered, then moved closer until he was able to put a hand on Ryan's shoulder and urge him to move from his side to his back. "What I want to know is, are you hard?"
