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"What kind of racer is Gregor?"Iasked.

"Don't talk,concentrate on your driving," Perrysaid.

"Ishould probably know these things,"I said, following the hairpin zig-zags of the track and narrowly dodging a family of squirrels trying to crack acorns on theasphalt.

"He's...fearless when going into the obstacles. Sharp, with amazing reaction time. Has great ability to read the track and his opponents. Don't underestimatehim."

"Idon't intend to."

"That said,he's good, but he's not perfect. You definitely have a fair shot... As long as you keeppracticing."

Ilaughed."Not the most encouragingwords."

"His weakness is his pride—andthat desire to control. Goad him into making amistake."

Ibankedinto the last straightway, roaring toward The Forest. A plume of dust rose up in my wake, like the tail of a huge wolf. I entered The Forest, quickly swerving around the pylons, cutting as close to them as I could. I liked to imagine that if I were in human form, I could stick a hand out and graze each one with my fingertips. Of course, if I actually did that I'd lose my arm. They whipped by with a loudFWOOMPsound, and I exited the obstacle and crossed over the weathered checkered finish line. I pulled my bike into the pit, where Perry was waiting for me by themonitors.

"Good run,"he said as I stepped out of the bike and padded towards him. He stroked my muzzle, which became my cheeks as I shifted back to human form. "Cleaner than the last three. But still a long way to go. We've got a lot of training todo."

"Fine by me,"I said. "But it might help if I had a reward. Something to look forward to after eachrace."

He gave me an amused look."Oh,really?"

"Yeah.Got anything you can giveme?"

Perry grippedmy chin with his thumb and forefinger and pulled me into a kiss. "There's a couplethings..."

Ifelthis other hand slip down between my legs and grab a hold of mypackage.

"You seem excited,"he said, and Igrinned.

"Nothing like racingat three hundred miles an hour to get the bloodflowing."

He smirkedand kissed me again, pushing me back toward the bike until my back slammed against the side of it. Perry grabbed the zipper of my skintight racing suit, and in one quick motion pulled it down from where it started at my neck, all the way down to the bottom of my abs. He pushed it open, revealing my naked torso beneath it, and slipped his hand down my front until it tucked into the suit and met my throbbing hard cock. I wasn't joking—it wasn't unusual for me to get horny as hell when racing. Something about all that danger and speed and the adrenaline pumping through my body made me want to fuck, and watching the action did the same for Perry. In fact, I remembered the way he used to fuck me after we'd spent the day watching races at the track, and it made me even more turnedon.

Ipushedthe racing suit down my waist so that I was fully exposed, and Perry dropped to his knees in front of me. He looked up into my eyes as he grasped the base of my cock and quickly flicked his tongue across the head, drawing out a glimmering strand of precome. Then, without wasting another moment, he opened his mouth and drank me down his throat. I slapped my hand against the side of the bike to steady myself as my knees shook, unsteadied by the incredible pleasure that surged through my body from hismouth.

"Oh, shit,"I murmured. "Perry..."

He ranhis lips up and down my glistening length, caressing it in all the right spots with his tongue. He went at me with such an obvious hunger, like he'd been starving for me, or like he was trying to make up for all the lost time. My legs were trembling from his attention, and I jerked and nearly slid down the side of the wolf-cycle's engine compartment. With one hand I hit the door release, opening up the inner cockpit of the bike. It was cramped for a fully shifted wolf, but for two puny humans it was just the right size to have some fun. Perry took me out of his mouth, and I helped him to his feet and kissed him, my tongue dancing against his, tasting my flavors leftover there. I grabbed him and lifted him up and he threw his legs around my waist, and I lowered him into the cockpit of the bike as I quickly undressed him. When he was naked, Perry grabbed me by my shoulders and flipped me onto my back so that he was ontop.

"You've done enough ridingfor today," he said. "Myturn."

Straddling me,he reached down and pumped my cock with his fist. I tossed my head back and moaned, and then felt the warmth of his entrance push against my crown. He watched as he lowered himself down on me, gritting his teeth as my bare cock breached him, sliding inch by inch into him until he was at the hilt. He sat there, his mouth opened in a silent gasp, his forehead wrinkled in a look of astonished pleasure. I gazed up at him, and we enjoyed a moment just like that, connected and motionless, my cock pulsing deep inside ofhim.

Then he startedto move his hips, drawing them up and down, riding me slowly. He gripped his hands in mine, steadying him as he started to bounce a little faster on my cock. In the position he was in, his cock sat in perfect reach of me, swinging up and down with every jump of his body. I grasped it and stroked him in synchronization with his movements, and he squeezed my hand and moaned loudly and started to fuck me evenharder.

"Fuck,"he moaned, "That so feels so good, Arthur. Keep doing that. Please keep doingthat..."

Iobeyed,enjoying the look of ecstasy on his face as he rode me. He was gripping me tightly with his entrance, and every movement of his body sent shockwaves of pleasure throughme.

"My turn,"I said. "Comehere."

Isat up,my cock still buried deep inside of him, and flipped him onto his back so that his head lay beneath the steering column, where my paws would go. I pushed his knees back, and steadying myself with one arm, started to thrust into him while continuing to stroke him with my freehand.

"Arthur..."he gasped between my thrusts. "Canyou..."

"Hm?"