Biscayne was stuck on the bus again, standing behind the wolf he'd been absently obsessing over for weeks. Every quiet moment found him thinking about the wolf - everything he could see from under the business clothes, anyways. His muscular thighs and arms, scruffy beard stubble, and his hands. God, his hands. They looked perfect, with neatly trimmed claws and calloused palms. The perfect hands to hold Biscayne's muzzle shut while...his thoughts drifted off again, and he snapped back to reality. He wasn't sure why it was this guy, this particular bus, but his preoccupation was getting worse and worse. Sometimes his legs even got a little weak as he stepped off the bus because of how he imagined the older man roughing him up. 

But this guy was just a stranger. Married, maybe. Biscayne did look at his hands, but he avoided looking at his left hand lest his fantasies come to an abrupt end. The wolf was well groomed (aside from the stubble) and always looked a little tired and grey on the bus - probably because he was heading home from work. He must've been in his late forties or early fifties. Biscayne was in his mid twenties, and savored the idea of an older man (though he wasn't sure why, because typically he only hung out and dated people of his own age). 

His brain still on autopilot, Biscayne barely noticed he was getting off the bus until his shoes hit concrete - and the wolf was in front of him, leisurely strolling away from the bus and down a side street near the mall. Biscayne followed. He became very aware of what he was doing and it felt ridiculous - who followed strangers home off a bus? Serial killers? Still, he followed. What was he supposed to say when the wolf finally noticed? "Sorry for stalking you but I'm like, super horny." Stupid. He mentally chastized himself but still followed. Like a lost puppy. He followed the older man down a few streets and finally turned a corner - only to find the man wasn't there. He stopped in his tracks. Then sighed slowly and muttered "stupid" out loud to himself. It was a little bit of a relief, though - at least he wasn't stalking someone now. Ugh. He turned to leave the alley only to come face to chest with the much taller, much more intimidating wolf. 

"I- sorry," Biscayne said, trying to side step around the wolf. The wolf grabbed his shoulder roughly and shoved him back into the alley, away from the public streets. 
"Where do you think yer going?" The wolf growled. "You ain't gonna stalk me for a mile and a half just to fuckin leave, are ya?"
"Oh my god I'm so sorry I ju-" Biscayne's whimpery reply was cut short by a hand on his neck. A rough, calloused hand. With a wedding ring. Biscayne inhaled sharply, expecting to get the shit beat out of him then and there. He did kind of deserve it for being a creep. He braced for impact, shutting his eyes tightly. But the punch never happened. Instead, he felt the rough stubble of beard hair pressed against his cheek - a kiss. And then another, against his mouth. Biscayne's small cock (or large clit, depending on how he was feeling) hardened instantly. The second hand of the wolf slid up his thigh. 
"You must be desperate, following a stranger down a dark alley like this," the wolf growled against his ear. Biscayne let out a little whimpery noise, unable to form a coherent word. The hand on his thigh grabbed at his crotch roughly, quickly finding his zipper. Biscayne started to panic.
"Listen, I admit I'm a pervert and I admit I've been creeping on you and - but wait. Please."
"What? You gettin cold feet after you've been oogling me on that bus for months?" Ah, crap. He noticed?
"No it's just...listen, I'm a trans guy. I don't - I don't have a dick and I don't want to disappoint you and -"
"Disappoint me?" The wolf let out a surprisingly soft laugh. "You dumbass," he said, "You really think I give a shit what equipment you got? I'm too old to give a shit. Now stop squirming so I can get these off." 

Biscayne stood rigidly against the brick wall behind him as the wolf slid down his pants and underwear in a quick and fluid motion. He'd had practice. Biscayne's breathing quickened as the man kissed his thigh and then paused. The wolf glanced up at Biscayne for only an instant, to shoot him a devilish grin before shoving his muzzle against the most sensitive part of Biscayne's body. The wolf's tongue roughly pushed against his throbbing little cock and slid into his heat. Biscayne gasped and his knees started to shake. 
"Fuck," Biscayne half-whispered, half-moaned. He could hear the wolf let out an audible chuckle before delving back in. There was a worry in Biscayne's sex-addled brain that someone might see them, but as his thighs quaked and he stifled moans into his arm, the worry seemed far away and indistinct. So what if someone saw them? The normally timid Biscayne was quickly coming around and losing his anxiety. He reached down and held his hands agains the wolf's head, stroking his ears as Biscayne's hips began grinding against the wolf's face. Goddamn. For an old guy, he had an incredible mouth. His tongue felt like silk against Biscayne's cock, and his muzzle was the perfect angle to grind against. But before Biscayne could climax, the wolf stopped and stood up. 

It was obvious the wolf had enjoyed his meal - his business slacks had a rather noticable bulge. The wolf casually reached down, unbuttoned his pants, and brought out his cock - again in an oddly fluid motion, like someone who had done this several times before. His cock was big, even for a wolf. It was mostly out of his sheath, minus the knot. Damn. If his shaft was that thick, how big was his knot? Biscayne must've been staring too long, because the wolf kissed him again and pushed him back up against the wall. The wolf grabbed Biscayne's thigh and hiked up his leg to spread out his pussy properly. 
"Wait - wait, condoms," Biscayne gasped as the wolf roughly brought his cock between the lips of Biscayne's heat. 
"Got a vasectomy years ago, kid. Now shut that pretty muzzle of yours," he growled. 

His hips sunk into Biscayne's and the younger dog boy muffled a moan into the older man's shoulder. It felt even thicker than it looked, but Biscayne had gotten so wet from the wolf sucking his cock that it slid in effortlessly. In a single thrust, the wolf hilted his shaft, not including the knot. 
"Damn, boy," the wolf muttered hotly against Biscayne's ear. "You're fuckin tight." Biscayne could only weakly moan in reply as the wolf grabbed his hips and began ryhthmically fucking him in short, quick strokes. Biscayne's entire body trembled from the rough fucking - it was better than he had fantasized. The wolf grunted with effort as he rutted away, slamming his hips over and over into the poor shaking boy. 
"Take it," he growled against Biscayne's ear. Biscayne could no longer think straight, his brain jarred and hazy from the incredible force behind each thrust. The old man's shaft rammed roughly into his cunt with a quick and decisive pace. Biscayne felt like his insides were being liquified from the force of each impact, and all he could do was whimper and moan like a little bitch. He had wanted this, yeah, but [i]goddamn[/i] he wasn't expecting the wolf to be this big or this aggressive about breeding him. Just as he thought he could take no more, the wolf let out a low, steamy growl and sunk his hips even deeper. Biscayne could feel the knot pressing against his pussy and wanted to back out, to call it quits - this was just too much, how could he possibly handle any more? But the wolf didn't give him the option. 

The knot throbbed against him and the wolf grabbed his hips. With a wicked grin and a quick kiss, the wolf forced his hips down and shoved his cock in with a force Biscayne couldn't fight against. With a sound like a wet kiss, the knot slipped in and locked in place, making Biscayne instantly weak. The wolf moved his hands from Biscayne's hips to his shoulders to keep Biscayne from collapsing onto him. The knot throbbed and pulsed inside the dog, unrelentingly spilling hot cum into Biscayne's raw, sensitive pussy. Panting and whimpering, Biscayne was at the mercy of the wolf's orgasm, which the wolf had no intention of speeding up or ending quickly. Biscayne was too exhausted and weak to have another orgasm, or so he thought. The knot throbbed in such a way that Biscayne could feel it against his dick and g-spot, and the weakened dog boy tightened his grip on the wolf and moaned as his hips moved against his will. His body shook and trembled as he came, not bothering to muffle his sounds anymore. The wolf chuckled and kissed Biscayne as the two were locked together, sweat dripping down their fur. 

There was a soft popping noise as the knot slid out of Biscayne, dribbling their mixed bodily fluids down Biscayne's thighs. It was a lot messier than he'd anticipated- he'd be walking home constantly drooling cum down his inner thigh. The wolf adjusted his tie and used a handkerchief to clean his dick before putting it back into his pants and zipping up. Biscayne leaned back against the brick wall (which had really scratched the hell out of his back) and mustered enough strength to pull up his pants and underwear - though he soaked through his boxer-briefs as soon as he drew them up. The wolf ruffled Biscayne's cheek and grinned. 
"You know, lucky for you I'm in an open marriage," the wolf said. Biscayne stared at him for a moment, not comprehending. 
"You...what?"
The wolf winked.
"You should join us for dinner tonight. I think my wife'll like you."