Arnold and Lucien
"Aggie! C'mon, open the door. This shit's heavy."
Arnold Gertsman jerked off his earphones and stepped away from his console. He didn't know that his roommate would be home so early, but it was a pleasant surprise. Lucien was fun and he'd always been. Ever since high school. But he lacked some sort of social connection. Not that he couldn't talk to people, he just more or less, didn't. But he talked to him; Probably too much. They spent too much time together, but once again Arnold liked it. He, of course, was the sparkle queer and his buddy-bud was somewhat of a nerd. But nerds were fun and so were butch lesbians. And his friend with the male epitomy of both.
"Fuck! My arms"
"I'm coming, I'm coming."
"God, I'm bout to colapse."
"Then put the bags down."
"I'm bout to the drop the load.."
"Mmmmm..."
"Gross-"
Unlocking the deadbolt and flinging the door ajar, in walked a medium height studded, Jack-russel. He moved swiftly for Arnold and caught him with one meaty arm around the jugular, "See, I got you. And now you ain't goin' no place!" Lucien kissed his friend on his foxen cheek and below the neck before returning him to the upright position, "You taste better than I remember...Head and Shoulders?"
"Not exactly. I just eminate awesome."
"And I want some of that-"
"Uhh, uhh. No..."
"What?"
"Not this time, you don't. You're charming, but I know you too well. You shant fuck me then get drunk tonight and fuck someone else. I like knowing where your doo-dad's been, alright."
"Wow, you say it like Grandma..."
"What?"
"Penis-"
"How?"
"She called it my dirty-dingus-Mcgee. And said that I didn't wash it enough"
"I used to wash it for you and I named it Ted"
"Wells yours is, Sir Thadeus Coffermelon Wheatley, the 69th"
"Well, isn't that fancy."
"I just want to dress it up and give it a hat and monocle."
"Oh, quite Spendiferous"
"Yes, quite. Do you fancy a walk since it's such a spadoinkle day outside."
"Yes, I do agree that it's quite 'bolly' out there."
"We should settle on the bench and have us a sip of tea and some spotted dick.
"Brain and Kidney pie?"
"Only if you have the kippers...
Then they did their Ministry of Silly Walks routine and fell down laughing. This was why it was important to have a nerdy friend like Lucien. He kept him sane at his laborious accounting job. Showing up with gifts to the office. He gave him a kip-fox, and a passion-bear, and googley-smoogley scarf wrapped up with sour candy. And not chocolates. Aggie hated chocolates and always shot down guys who tried to woo him. Lucien totally agreed, he said that he was far too sweet for that. "Even chocolate's bitter. I'd spit 'em out, I'd say. Nothing that impure shall ever cross the hallowed lips and profound gullet of my precious, Kitsune. Plus, they don't taste good in comparison with your lucious-lifesaver-lips." -Again, revoltingly sweet and stupid. Most of the time it was that way. Love the boyish charm; hate the immaturity.
And, of course, there is that whole thing with him being in love with me, he thought to himself.
That certainly became awkward but it never influenced the course of their friendship. I mean, he's a good-looking guy, and all, I just don't know what that would do to us as friends. He's always been my bro since high-school. My only real friend in high school. In that whole town. In my own family, even...
"Whoa, hey Kitsune? You 'kay? You kinda blanked out there for a second."
"What'd you say?"
"Oh, about docking in a dude and it become like a chinese-fingertrap?"
"No, stupid. Whatever you said about the bonfire, or whatever."
"Yeah, like I said, I was talking to this guy I met on the internet. He says he plays guitar and is headlining a band at Buzzfest. We planned to meet with a couple of his friends, and he told me to bring a couple of my peeps from down from OC. He seemed dead-set on inviting you since I showed him that picture of us at the halloween party last year. So you wanna go?"
"Yeah, I have to. You'll get drunk if I don't.
"Well, shucks. If you feel that obligated you should marry me.
"Fat-chance..."
"How come?"
"You're not right to marry."
"Hmph?" Lucien lifted an eyebrow in question.
"It would make me a pedophile..."
"Word, man. That's creepy."
"Cuz you are still just a boy."
"And I see your riding tall in the saddle. Aren't you, Eastwood?"
"Well, I'm not eminantly concerned about my physique, that's all..."
"Seriously, Gigglepuss, you are that piece of pie I didn't have a chance to totally kill in high school. God gave you man parts on a bet, that he lost. And I in my prophetic brilliance undid that rich brat, Arnold Gertsman, and assured that he blossomed into the beautiful man-woman-thang he's become.
"So I'm a double agent? Or I guess I'm playing for the wrong team."
"Honey, you ain't even on the field. You're out playing hopscotch."
"How dare you... I totally played Polo."
"Yeah, once. And it was because your family owns horses."
"You are so petty. So because my father understands proper business ventures, and my family practices trickle-down economics you've always assumed that that makes me snoody."
"And just a little more beautiful, yea."
"Oh, so it's for the money?"
"Well, among other things-"
Lucien set the bags down and began rubbing his foxen compadre's firm rump. Oh no, he's doing it again, thought Aggie to himself. What should I do? Just welcome his embraces? I mean, I was with Tom for a while and he knows that I was just using him as an excuse not to get intimate. I bet that pissed him off. Made him amorous. He's probably just trying to get me back right now.
Aggie hit his hand. Lucien stopped.
Uh-oh, what did I do? He does know that I want him to push closer right?
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He's such a fucking tease. What a dick! I mean c'mon, stop making me wait. He's hot and he knows it, sure, but does that give him the right to strut it about in my face? He's got those curves and that ass. That ass, ohhh, yeah. Fuck yeah. He better be glad I've been willing to wait this long. Though, I wonder... Do you think he'd scream if I pushed him down and fucked him right now? I just wanna get off so bad. And he's so damn cute. Why, God? Why did you make a man to turn me gay?
High school I left all those girls behind for you, and what did you give me? Not a damn thing except a mouth that never stops and a preppy premaddona puss of a pal.
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Aggie was confused. About what, he didn't know. There truely was nothing else to be said that hadn't already been. They'd been together so long and hardly even fooled around. Certainly, there was no excuse for such hypocrisy. Aggie knew deep in his ember-furred chest there was a heart that beated for Lucien and a true animalistic drive to have a part of him harbored deep inside. He wanted him inside him, he knew for sure. Just didn't know how to say it...
"I love you, so goddamn much..." Lucien sniffled. He was crying.
"Please stop, I don't want to hurt you."
"Did," he was whimpering and breathing hard, struggling to get the words out, "Did you ever stop to think that maybe you already had."
"I'm sorry. Here, sweet babe"
And they settled down on the couch for while. A little bit of heavy petting goes a long way, as far as they were both concerened. They both felt it light up like Christmas inside and the warmth of the season was filling them both. The couple stretched and felt the weight of each others limbs pressing together. Lucien was a bit stocky with a medium build, cute russel ears that drew fine points, but not as fine as the foxes, with a somewhat hard brow, tender green eyes, and autumn brown patterns over a snow white coat. Aggie was gorgeous in a feminine sasheing way. Head-to-toe, he was the equivalent of
generations of perfect breeding, the pedigree showed in his coat and his coal black nose and extensively- lucious posterior.
Through a whirlwind of hickies, rubbing, with a wee bit of dry humping someone's hand instinctively shot up:
"Lucien, we've got to talk."
"I'm done with talking, now."
"Please... I don't know-"
"About what? About me, my intentions? What? Honestly, I want to know."
"I just-...I can't"
"You can, I love you. Trust me, for once, please.
"But I'm not so sure about-"
"Yes, I want to do things to your butt. It is probably your most predominate feature and I've grown fervently attatched to it."
"But wont it hurt?"
"Look" he paused, and Aggie stared him straight in the eye.
So lucid and evergreen. Damn, there's no way I can refuse now. But I know it hurts like hell. When my brother fucked me. He slammed me across the bed and crammed his shaft squarely up my rectum. It was a searing dart that swam all through me and I couldn't help but cry out in pain. I just remember the sudden jerking motions and just wanting it to be over.
"Please, if you understood you wouldn't ask..."
"You were raped right? Big deal, so was I, and it never stopped me from enjoying people's touch. Just because he forced it on you doesn't mean I'm going to now. When have I ever hurt you?
He thought about it.
"Never..."
"Exactly. And I never will. I want you to feel as I see you, radiant, an artisian crafted crystal ball. Your beauty provides mystic sensibilities, that of which pharoahs, and kings, and prophets testified.
Hurting you would be like killing the most tender and dear sentiment of my heart...
"Oh, damn you, Lucien. And you call me spoiled. You always get your way."
And then it was on like donkey kong.
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The Fox was quite nimble at removing Lucien's tank top. Luckily, Lucien was a body builder, didn't have to wear too terribly much. Had the fox the chance to go back on his promise he might have. But by that point he was in too deep. And things were only about to get deeper.
"Oh, God, yes. You don't know how long I've waited."
"Not as long as I..."
And they sealed that with a throat-depth swattling of tongues. Pressed so tightly together, Lucien was afraid him hurting Aggie. But Aggie turned and winked giving the okay. He jumped for absolute joy, "C'mon, let's seriously fuck!" he exclaimated.
So they did. They went riding on the back of the V-twin motorcycle through the village at Santa Monica blvd. It was an exquisite and impenetrable starry black night. They had hopped on the bike in a particular succession: Lucien first, then Aggie. Getting on the seat, with his boyfriend behind him, he felt just a slight vibration at first from the motor, but then... it slid in.
"Myarf! Oh, fuck myarf!"
They were both naked on the back of motorcycle, with just the feel of the leather cushion, each others warmth, and the nearly oscillating hum of the engine. Down the streets they went in a blustry hurricane. Streets and lights, people, skyscrapers: all these things blinked by in a single instance. It was just the two of them alone. The thrill of all. Wondering whether people would see and not caring if they did. Lucien had doned his leather vest, and the fox's legs had been tightened down with a harness. Talk about kinky.
The Jack-russel, of course, had to multi-task; steering so they didn't crash, but the fox was really into it, "Ugh, god fuck my ass, beautiful man. Fuck my ass!" he screamed. He was sliding up and down the shaft, teasing the knot, while grinding in rhythym to the pace the wheels drove.
They came to a stop light. Next to a cop, they were about to hit climax. Sweat poured down Lucien's almost glittering abs. The fox pulled with his rectum. He was gourging on the sizable cock that infiltrated and tickeled in his bowels. Aggie strained with all of his might to make the fit as tight as it could possed be. Lucien just gargled, his mouth slightly ajar with almost unending delight. Fap! Fap! Fap! The Fox jamming his tight hole down over the whole of the cock. The muscular veiny-stalk, red, burning knot and all. And he came with force unseen. Had Aggie not been harnessed in, he would've taken off like a little red rocket.
It seemed that Lucien had unleashed the warmth of his seed which lit up his partner's hole and they melded in that instant, and melted in each other's arms.