The Night Out
K so I thought I would do something extra since it's the holidays (oh who am I kidding, I wanted to do this story anyway XD) so here's a story that I thought about one night and decided to make it into a short story. Please note that this is an M/M adult story and is not intended for anyone under the age of 18. Also, please do not copyright this work or any of its following works. Please enjoy!
The Night Out
"I don't understand why you have to take me." Riley said, sounding slightly more annoyed than usual.
"Because you're a nerd and you need to meet some women." Dawson stated firmly, though trying to hide a smile.
"It's not like I lock myself up in my room all day or something. You always see me out of class and you know I have enough lady friends."
"Yea, but those are just friends. Whether you hook up with someone or not, I'm going to show you a good time. So stop complaining and just go with the flow." Dawson gave Riley the signal that the conversation was over.
Riley rolled over in the seat to face the window. The night sky was dark, not showing signs of stars or even the moon, as most of the light was shining around the street corners. They were in a good/bad part of the city, with 5-star to 1-star hotels and night clubs fit for any famous rapper, but also alleyways that made great gang spots and drug dealings. This was all done in secret, of course, and only rumors of its happenings came across town. Riley wasn't sure if he wanted to be where he was right now, then he thought of Dawson, and suddenly didn't care anymore.
Riley didn't mind going anywhere with Dawson. He was a pure-bred, 19-year old Akita, with golden strips of amber running down his back and partly in his front. His tail was curled to the highest extent, and his muzzle was white like most of his frontal area. The only part of him that was black was his nose, and from a distance it may even seem like his eyes were black too, but looking closer, you can notice they are a deep hazel that slightly changes from dark to light depending on where he is. Riley points out all of Dawson's positives and negatives almost every time he sees him, which is a lot considering they go to the same college in Florida, prestigiously named DUF, which stands for Diamond University of Florida. Riley would also think about how many classes he had with Dawson and wondered why he didn't see him often enough. This is partly one of the reasons why he cherishes every moment spent with him, even if it is at a night club. This, incidentally, was where they were going tonight.
Riley nudged his face into the corner of the car door and the seat he was laying in. His friends knew whenever Riley would push his face into something such as a pillow or his paws, he was thinking hard about something.
"You got something on your mind there, sport?" Dawson asked, trying to sound a little more upbeat to get Riley pumped about their destination.
"Kinda...it's something that's been on my mind for awhile." Riley mumbled.
"Well, I'll give you 5 more minutes of silence. Then, when we get in the club, its go time, okay?" Dawson asked, though it was more of a rhetorical question.
"Yeah, yeah." Riley finished, still mumbling.
Dawson wasn't wrong to think that something was up, because something definitely was. Riley, though he wasn't sure whether or not Dawson or any of his other friends knew, was gay.
The 19-year old Dalmatian never had enough courage to tell anyone about his orientation, until he was able to spill it out to his mom at around 15. She didn't take it very seriously, though, and thought it was just a stage. She said she didn't care whether or not he was, and that he could experiment when he gets into college, without the consent of his father, who to this day still doesn't know.
This wasn't what was bothering Riley, though. His problem was how he was going to convey that message to Dawson.
Riley had had a crush on Dawson ever since he saw him his senior year of high school. He was the fun, loving football player in his school and Riley was the sweet, I-have-to-get-to-know-you-to-really-cherish-your-time, nerd. Riley always thought nerd was a little strong, since all he did was get all A's on assignments and play video games. But that's the name that stuck with him through high school, and it seemed to catch up with him in college, too.
Riley didn't get to know Dawson until senior year, since that's when he came in from California. Ever since then, the two have become the best of friends. Always sticking out for each other, one standing up for the other when the other was shy, one helping the other with homework when it was too hard, and both keeping each other company when something didn't turn out quite right.
Yep, you would think that Dawson and Riley would make a good couple, at least that's what Riley thought all the time, but he couldn't deny the ever-reminding vibes of Dawson's hetero-ness, as he would call out to the ladies while walking with Riley to campus from their dorm complex (Riley and Dawson don't sleep in the same room, just have rooms next to each other), along with other factors that would make anyone define Dawson as straight.
Still, Riley keeps a place in his heart that is untainted with that fact and holds dear to the one strand of hope that Dawson is just acting for his reputation and is truly homosexual.
SCRREEECCH.
Riley awoke from his thinking coma as Dawson's 2008 silver Chevy Malibu came to a stop in a parking lot for a night club called "Touch."
Dawson got out of the car before Riley, as Riley was genuinely trying to get out of the car as lazily and slowly as physically possible. Dawson eventually got to the other side and pulled Riley out with gentle but affirmative force.
"Touch....for some reason, it makes me want a touch even less than when we pulled up." Riley stated as they were opening the door to get in the club.
"Trust me, you won't regret coming here." Dawson said. Even though his voice always sounded trustworthy, inside Dawson wasn't exactly sure what would happen in the club. He knew something was bound to happen, and hopefully it would be a good thing.
Riley and Dawson both walked in the club after giving their ID's to a guard to check.
The club had no lights except for the ones beaming back and forth from the ceiling in all different neon colors, and from the bright blue ones coming from the bar. Everyone was dancing, except for a couple of furs at the bar, looking lonely or anxious, possibly because they were waiting on someone to meet them there. Many people had glow sticks and glow rings around them, and others were just dancing to the music in regular drag.
The club consisted of a bar, an enormous dance floor, bathrooms, and another room that had to be the manager's office, Riley thought. The bar was to the right of the club and the dance floor in the middle, with a couple of club seats and rows in the corners and on the sides.
"Well, let's get funky, shall we?" Dawson said, sounding about as nerdy as Riley, and started to blend in with the crowd as he jumped to the dance floor and suddenly grinded on another female furry, that seemed to drunk or too fun-drunk to care.
Riley saw this and immediately didn't enjoy the sight. He shuffled to the bar to get a drink, but just as he was about to sit down, someone grabbed him by the shirt collar.
"Nuh-uh uh, little doggy. Your gonna have some fun tonight." A sleek voice said behind Riley.
And before Riley knew it, he was pushed up against a white poodle who smelled like she had one too many. Still, she was mildly attractive and got some whoo-hoos as she placed Riley's hand around her tight ass. Riley didn't know how to respond to her advances, so he just went with it and did as he was told.
For maybe 3 minutes of directing Riley through the song, the pooch declared she was going to go over to her lady friends and tell them about Riley. Riley, of course, had no interest in the girl, and went to look for Dawson, while also simultaneously trying to seep from the pooch's sight.
Eventually, Riley found Dawson in a row of seats, lying down with a couple of girls. He was wearing glasses that Riley was sure he didn't have when they went into the club, and he looked like he had been drinking some, but not enough to get buzzed.
"How's the woman hunt going, stud?" Dawson said, smiling up at Riley.
"Well, I got pulled by a pooch onto the dance floor, and I guess you could say I've been hiding ever since." Riley said, sounding sarcastic but truthfully not.
"Man, you gotta stop being so uptight. I told you to go with the flow, didn't I?"
"Yea, but this really just isn't my thing and..."
"Don't worry. I know what your THING is." Someone declared behind Riley, and Riley suddenly felt the grip of someone's paw around his shirt collar again.
The process in which Riley had nearly escape from had now come back to haunt him, only this time it was a bunny, and she was completely wasted, which Riley figured out after hearing what she had said to him, which didn't make any sense. Or maybe he figured it out when she had let go of him suddenly and ran to the bathroom to throw up.
Riley then thought the bathroom was the best place to clear his mind and figure out how he was going to get through the night.
After pushing through a couple of furs, Riley finally got to the male's bathroom. It was dirty, smelled, and one of the lights was flickering. There was no soap dispenser by the sink, but was seemed to have been replaced for a condom dispenser. The only thing that was remotely good about the bathroom was that it was spacious enough: having two urinals and four stalls, all of which seemed to carry locks for the doors. Riley figured this as he opened one up and shut the door.
No one was in the bathroom with him, so he knew he could think fine without any disturbances. Before sitting on the toilet, he cleaned it off with the toilet paper provided on the side of the stall. He was surprised to find that the toilet paper wasn't snapped to a regular toilet paper holder but was fastened with a plastic cover-body that you usually see at super centers.
After sitting down, Riley put both of his paws to his face and began to think. He was thinking about how he was going to get through the night without having to go through another drunken girl again and without Dawson seeing him not doing what he was brought there to do. He then thought about the reason why he was there in the first place, which was the obvious reason: Dawson.
But then Riley thought of why he would put himself through the visions of Dawson hooking up with girls when he knew he would never have him. The reason was once again, Dawson.
Then he thought of why he was even spending so much time with Dawson, when he wasn't getting anywhere he wanted to go with him. And the reason was, wouldn't you think it, Dawson.
Dawson, Dawson, and oh yeah, Dawson....that's all Riley was thinking about. The only problem was he was dwelling on the negativity of how things are now and how things could be if Dawson really wasn't gay and how their friendship would be if he told him.
Riley stopped himself. If he only dwelled on the negative, how could he ever be positive, or how could anything in his life ever be positive, he thought.
So instead, Riley started thinking about everything switched. He thought about how Dawson might actually be gay, and when he told him, he would grasp Riley with his paws and passionately kiss the night away with him. He thought about how he would spend long weekend days with him in the park, just lying on the green grass, not thinking about anyone or anything else but each other. And at night, they would snuggle on the couch, watch a late night movie, and then go to bed together, holding each other close, embracing each other completely, and making love....
Riley couldn't bear it. He was so wrapped up in his fantasy world, and was getting an erection because of it.
Once he noticed it, he took his paws off of his face and thought again. No one seemed to be in or coming in and he was a little on edge. This would definitely bring his anxiety down, so why the fuck not, Riley ended up saying out loud, and started to undo his pants.
Once Riley got his zipper undone, he only needed to push back his boxers to reveal his 6.5 inch cock that was pushing hard to get out.
And so he did, pushing back his boxers to a halfway point between his knees and his waist, while his pants being fully down and his member fully out of its sheath and in the open, along with his furry ball sack. Riley quickly leaned back, and got ready to jerk himself off.
He grabbed his pulsating cock with his left paw (he alternates, and it was time for his left) and immediately got to work. He didn't want Dawson thinking he was missing or something, and he certainly didn't want anyone coming in.
He didn't waste any time with his cock. He had grabbed it firmly at first and quickly started to rub it up and down, as he had done many times before. He was used to the feeling of his paw wrapped around his member, and he figured if some other furry was doing it, he would probably acquire more pleasure from it, but for now, he was contempt with just a quickie to get him through the night.
During his hand job Riley thought, once again, about his fantasy world consisting of him and Dawson, in bed. This got him a quick shock sensation to go down his spine, and he grabbed his balls with his right paw to further the pleasure he was obtaining from the jerking.
He was getting to his last jerks, and thought about him and Dawson also getting done, and soon found out his climax would come sooner than he expected. He quickly stopped rubbing, as he now didn't want to end the hand job so easily. Riley laid his back on the toilet's upper body and closed his eyes, as he waited for his cock to cool down.
"Hehe....your pretty good at that, arentcha?" A voice from the right of Riley said, over a stall cover (Riley took the stall closest to the bathroom door, which meant he didn't have a stall to his left, only to his right, as they were lined up).
Riley suddenly jumped at the sound of the fur's voice. He didn't exactly know what to do at this point. He was shaking, but he couldn't let the fur next to him know that. Not willing to give the fur any satisfaction, he didn't respond to the comment.
While sitting in silence for maybe 5 seconds, Riley looked around at his surroundings. The stall was just about as dirty as the whole bathroom, with graffiti stains on some parts of the walls and simple sharpie and pens marks on others. The floor looked gross, but nothing could be completely identified as anything specific, except for dirt.
Then Riley saw it. The bathroom stall wall connecting his and the other fur's stalls together had a glory hole carved into it.
And just as soon as Riley realized this, the fur on the other side was already filling it with an enormous cock, having to at least been 8.5 inches. The fur's dick was pink, as most are, but Riley could barely see the sheath at the end of it being the color white.
"Maybe you could help me with mine." The voice said, sounding like he was smiling.
Riley was having trouble identifying the voice. He was trying to make it sound different from his usual one by muffling it a little. He was doing a good job of it, as Riley couldn't guess who it was, but whoever it was, it sounded familiar to him.
Riley didn't think about that now. Right now, he had a huge cock waving in his face and he wasn't sure what to do about it. This would be the first time he's ever experienced another fur's dick before, and this one sure seemed to be a keeper.
Riley than realized that he was at a club he didn't go to regularly. He was also in a part of town he doesn't usually visit. Riley could think of a billion excuses of why he should take the cock, because deep in his heart, he really wanted it. Badly.
Riley then suddenly got on his knees, facing the cock. His body was moving more than his mind at this point, and still, with his erected member still out and his sexual drive still up, he slowly grabbed the other fur's cock with his right paw.
"Oh yeah, that's right. You got it. Now, do what you were doing a second ago." The fur said, sounding victorious.
Riley did as he was told and started to move his paw up and down on the fur's dick. He had to bring his paw farther up and down then he had to with his own member, seeing as his was so long and big. This was definitely not a bad thing, though, as Riley was extremely turned on by long cocks.
Then, as Riley was jerking off the stranger fur, he realized how much he was actually getting off just because of the setting. There he was, in a night club bathroom, giving a hand job to a fur he's never even met. He felt dirty. He felt slutty. And he's never been so turned on in his life. He was actually pre-cumming just because of the mood, and he knew he only wanted more.
He figured since he was such a neat freak and likes things clean all the time, it wasn't strange that he would get off on being dirty. He put this into account of the setting as he continued to jerk off the huge member in front of him, slowly but firmly. He could see pre-cum also seeping from it's opening on the head, and he couldn't resist how tantalizing it was to him.
This was his one chance to get close to a dick (a huge one at that) with no consequences whatsoever and he was wasting it just giving it a hand job. Riley let go of the fur's hard member.
"Oughhh...hey, what's wrong?" The fur on the other side asked, after being awakened from his sexual dream.
Riley suddenly got closer to the dick, placed his right paw once again around the base of the cock, and slowly inserted the dick into his mouth (stopping at the head), his tongue entering first, grabbing the little dab of pre-cum on the head.
It was unlike anything Riley had ever tasted; the pre-cum and the head of the cock. The pre-cum was salty, but also had another distinct flavor that Riley couldn't identify; he only knew he liked it. The cock's head was hard but also still slightly squishy, as Riley was able to bite down on it without his teeth. It also smelled musky, which was a major turn on for Riley and caused him to pulsate through his own cock as the smell went through his nostrils.
"Ooooooooohhh.....now that's what I'm talking about.." The fur moaned, still using a muffled voice, but sounding horny all the same.
Riley acknowledged the moan and smiled, knowing he must have pleased the fur. He slowly went deeper in with the cock.
As he crept his mouth into the fur's member, he realized that his paw would soon get in his way, so he let go of the cock with his right hand, and for balance, he took both of his paws and held the bottom part of the stall door with them.
He was still lying on his knees, tail shaking fast, as he eventually got to the end of the huge, pulsating cock. Riley hadn't realized it, because he was so horny, but by the time he had swallowed the whole thing, it was almost to the point of choking him.
And for some reason, this was just another turn on for him.
Riley then pulled out a bit while still holding firm to the cock with his mouth and sucking it wearily. Then he pushed back in, as the process of a blow job was taking form.
"Ogghhhhh...." The fur moaned as Riley proceeded onward.
The slime of Riley's saliva and a bit of the fur's pre-cum was starting to drip from the cock as Riley was pulling in and out, and it was falling on Riley's groin area (he had pulled down his boxers and pants all the way so they were down to his ankles). The feeling of the wetness seeping on Riley's already hard member just made Riley even more determined to get to his destination, which was that sweet, juicy cum he had been waiting for so long to taste but never had the chance to.
Riley continued with his sucking as the moans grew louder. The cock was so huge that Riley couldn't go in too far each time, since it would become a choking hazard. He did his best, though, to resist the temptation of going completely full-throttle with the warm, blood-filled dick in front of him. He was mostly contempt with how things were going, though, since his first encounter with another cock seemed to be going smooth, as it was in his mouth at the moment.
"Oh boy.....here it comes...." The fur announced. And Riley got ready for what was to come ( no pun intended).
Riley could sense when it was going to happen. He was sucking the cock so much, he could tell when something was going to come out of it or not. And he definitely could tell when it was about to shoot miles of cum out. So, right before it happened, Riley stopped sucking the monster, took it completely out of his mouth, and let his right paw finish the job.
"AAAAWWHHOOOOO!!" The fur howled.
There it went: 4 squirts of hot, moist, slimy cum, and Riley's plan had worked to the fullest; it all went directly on and around his face.
Riley suddenly smelled the seed too; it smelled like victory.
"Ughhhh....you definitely know how to handle a cock, dude...thanks..." The fur said to Riley, sounding just a little out of breath.
Riley still didn't say anything back to him, but just gave him a satisfying "Hmmff" saying that he was happy to do it.
As Riley sat his ass on the floor, licking cum off of his face, he noticed something: the fur's dick was still in the hole.
"Uhhh....hey kid, I got something to ask ya." The fur said.
Riley genuinely had no idea what the fur could want. He just gave him a blow job, and he just came. Seriously, what more could he want?
Riley waited for him to continue.
"Not that you didn't do a good job and all, but I didn't really cum all the way...and I don't think I saw you come at all either....and we already have the "lube" to work with....so..." The fur was trailing off.
Riley knew exactly what he was talking about. The question was, did he really want to go that far, especially with a total stranger in a night club bathroom? It all sounded so dirty and degrading...all of which Riley was not accustomed to and was above of......but still....
Why the fuck not, Riley thought, as he giggled a bit but loud enough for the stranger fur to hear him, and he got up from the bathroom floor to take his pants and boxers fully off.
"Your one cool fur, dude. I promise you won't regret this." The fur stated.
Riley never had been fucked before, but then again, he had never given a blow job before either, and he seemed to be pretty good at that. Riley definitely wasn't afraid to try new things, especially when he actually wanted to try something.
Once he got up, he positioned his left leg so he would be laying on his left knee on the toilet seat (the seat was up) and his right leg would just be standing on the ground.
He wasn't in the best position, but it was satisfactory to where the dick was. He thought about how much pain some people said having a dick in your behind was, and he was about to have an 8.5 inch one go directly in him, so he decided to take a wad of his own saliva and rub it between his two ass cheeks with his right paw and then directly into his asshole. It made a wet rubbing sound that got Riley off just by hearing, and evidently made the stranger fur happy too, because he was chuckling as Riley was applying the homemade lube. Once Riley's index claw had gone into his ass so he could apply the lube in there too, he thought about just fingering himself to see how it would feel. He decided not to, though. He didn't want to ruin the surprise.
Once Riley was done, he gave himself a slap on his right ass cheek to signal that he was ready. The fur chuckled again, and got his dick situated in the hole.
Riley turned around. He could see the massive cock, waiting for him to go.
"Don't worry. All you have to do is slide in. I'll do the rest." The fur indicated.
Riley realized what he meant, and somehow, he felt a little better. He slowly but surely descended backwards towards the stall wall, but more importantly, towards the hard cock.
It didn't take long for the dick's head to hit Riley's crack, as it was so long and the stall was small as it was, but Riley still jumped when he felt it touch him.
"You're doing great." The fur said, sounding assuring.
Riley was surprised at how sympathetic this guy was towards him. He was also surprised that he seemed to know he was a virgin. But the biggest surprise of all was that Riley definitely knew that voice from somewhere. It was killing him that he couldn't pinpoint the voice at all....oh well, he had bigger things to deal with (still, no pun intended).
He once again started to descend farther towards the stall wall. With this, the dick went farther into his ass. Once it hit the opening, Riley cringed and closed his asshole. He wanted it badly, but his ass just wasn't accustomed to it. He was getting frustrated with how long it was taking him to get this thing in him. He once again went farther in, and he almost got the head in, but once again cringed, and actually pulled it back out.
Riley couldn't take it anymore. In one fell swoop, he quickly shoved his ass directly on the cock.
Riley yelped abstractly loud, and then his yelp turned into a whimper. He had never felt so much pain in his life before. It was like shoving a pole up your ass, which it very well might have been.
A pole probably would have been shorter, Riley thought.
Still, after all the pain of the dick being slammed into him, he still carried a raging erection and was still pumped for more. It hurt like fuck (okay, pun intended), but it was by far the most exhilarating thing he's ever done in his life, and he didn't want to let the rest of it pass just because of a little pain.
"Wow....you're a real trooper, kid....egghh, you got it all in there too...okay, get ready, because it's my turn now." The fur stated, with last minute authority.
And it was; as soon as the fur knew he was in all the way, he got to work. He pulled his cock out just a little bit, but definitely enough to get him off, and with such force, too. Riley couldn't help but whimper a little under his breath, as the stranger fur rammed him hard. The push of the knot on his ass cheeks didn't help much, either.
The fur wasted no time talking anymore, as all he was doing now was moaning and saying phrases under his breath like "Oh yea....take it....take it like the little bitch you are...."
Riley thought for a split second about the phrases and didn't think the fur could really help talking like that, and he let it go and dealt with the pain of him just sitting there, getting rammed hard in the rectum with a oversized cock.
With all the pain the dick was causing him, Riley still couldn't fathom all the pleasure he was receiving from the fur's member hitting his insides. He could feel the moist saliva, mixed with cum and pre-cum, seep deep inside him as he got ripped apart. It only added to the constant attack on his rear end, and he felt like he needed to get even more out of it for some reason.
So, Riley grabbed his own member and started to rub on it furiously with his left paw while his right held up against the stall wall opposite the one connecting his and the fur's.
In, and out. In, and out. The ramming seemed to be getting shorter but more aggressive every second, and the feeling of the knot hitting Riley's ass was definitely coming sooner, too.
"Agghhhh......I'm almost there......just one more thing....AAUUUHHHGGGGGGHHH..."
After all of the space his cock already inhabited in Riley's rectum, the fur still managed to slip his knot inside of Riley.
Riley yelped once again and gritted his teeth from the added pain of the knot, but got more pleasure out of it than pain, and continued rubbing as he was reaching his end too.
They were both thoroughly finished, and the final pushes were the hardest ones has they both howled at the reaching of their climaxes.
The fur had to have squirted at least 6 more times inside of Riley, and the feeling of the warm, sticky seed put Riley in a sex coma as his own spooge squirted 5 times out to the stall wall in front of him. Riley's last 4 squirts were spewed on the floor and on his own dick.
They were both huffing and puffing from the extreme, dirty sex they had just took part in, and the stranger fur tiredly slipped his cock out of Riley's ass. Riley didn't enjoy the feeling of the cock coming out, and would have rather it stay in there.
"I'm gonna wait out here for you; I just wanna see what you look like. After that, we can go our separate ways and nobody would know about this, okay?" The fur explained to Riley, as Riley was finishing cleaning his face and the bathroom stall. The stranger fur hadn't had to clean anything up; all of the mess was on Riley's side.
Once Riley had figured everything was clean enough, he flushed down all of the toilet paper he used, buttoned and zipped up his pants (he had put them back on his waist when he cleaned off his dick at the beginning, but had failed to zip them and button them back up), then stood up to face the stall door in front of him. He tried to piece together who the fur could possibly be. He knew he was a dog by the way he howled; he was probably young, since he was trying to muffle his voice so no one could identify him, but this was all Riley had to go by. That, and that he had a huge wang, but that didn't help much. He decided it was no use trying to figure it out and just opened the door to reveal who it was that had given him the time of his life while his friend, Dawson, had the time of his life, hooking up with girls.
Riley swung the door open, and realized Dawson hadn't had the time of his life hooking up with girls. His eyes widened, as did the other furs, as he realized that Dawson had had the time of his life being the fur on the other side of the stall wall.
I think I did okay on this short story, if I do say so myself. But then again, it was just a side thing for the holidays, and I guess a little treat for the opening of the new site too. Once again, I hope you enjoyed my story and HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!