The Experience 2
Pre-Story Note: Any italics on their own lines, with the exception of the beginning and ending blocks, are Christian's conflicting thoughts and emotions. Though they don't maintain a constant theme and message through the story, they are meant to offer the glimpse into an unsure mind as it is exposed to a new situation.
Everyone wants an original story, one they've never read before, an ending they didn't see coming, a shocking twist that leaves them scratching their heads in amazement...but every story, no matter the plot, characters, and setting, has a beginning, middle and end, and all three are obvious. The only stories that don't follow the methodical approach to storytelling are those that occur in real life. And only by following those stories can you achieve something that has yet to be done in Literature, a unique Experience.
Christian was much like any other teen male in his generation. Wild, irresponsible, fun-loving, smart-mouthed, and equipped with a sharp dislike for authority and education. He was, however, the son of a devout Catholic mother, making his name, and the resulting personality all the more ironic. However, he maintained his religious views in front of his mother, and she believed he was good son.
Because of this belief, and the fact that he was now old enough to no longer require anyone to watch him, she often trusted him with control of the house when she left on her week-long business trips to Nevada. Naturally, as any teenager would do in this situation, he threw parties, dozens and dozens of them. Sex parties, booze parties, pot parties, naked-Twister-while-drunk-on-Everclear parties, nearly anything he thought he could get away with. Then the day before his mother was scheduled to return, he would clean the house to a gleaming, near-suspicious level of perfection, and feign intense boredom when she arrived.
But, as anti-Christian it was for him to throw these parties, he maintained his relative innocence by never participating in many of the activities. This, however, was not his own choice, as he often complained during his more sexually-oriented parties.
"This is bullshit, man." The white Leopard moaned. "Everybody comes to my parties, gets laid, and I never get a fuckin' thing."
"Chris, man, shut up." The Rottweiler across the beer-can strewn coffee table snapped at him, pointing his clawed finger at his throat. "I hear this every god-damned time, just go up to one of the bitches-" he jerked his thumb at the group of girls passionately groping one another by the staircase, "and make nice, they'll take your little boy-cherry."
Christian threw a half-empty beer can at him, "first off, you bitch, I'm not a virgin, just ask your mom-...and secondly- don't you think I've tried?!" He dug his claws into the couch cushion and leaned forward, "Ryan man, you can get them to open their legs like nothing, but I'm not you...ok? I can't just walk up and be like 'hey baby want some of this action?'."
"Ugh, I wish I couldn't, and it's not hard, I'm sure you coul-"
"No. No way dude," Christian tossed back a shot of something blue, and from the taste of it, very highly concentrated; he took another. "I'm not-....fuck....I'm not the kind of dude they want, man. They want a big strong daddy to throw 'em on the bed, and pump their brains into mush." By now, Christian was onto his fifth shot of the mysteriously nameless blue alcohol. "I'm not that guy...I'm too laid back...I'd rather they throw me down and go wild on me."
A naked bunny-girl fell into Ryan's lap, half-unconscious, looked up at him, and slid onto the floor. The Rottweiler couldn't help but snicker as the bunny's partner, a thoroughly pleasured-and-exhausted male wolf, collapsed into Christian, his open maw drooling in his lap.
"You know..." The Leopard looked up. "This is an ironic ...fuck what is that word...depiction! Ironic depiction of how life goes for us. You get the hot little number wearing nothing but a cum-stain...and I get this!" He gestured aggressively to the wolf's muzzle buried in his crotch, shoving the unconscious canine to the floor. "Sonnuva bitch...look at this..." He began to wipe the slick saliva from his jeans. "Fucking Rory...close your mouth when you pass out, you prick." He wound up to line-drive the Wolf in the ribs with his foot, but Ryan grabbed him before he could land a blow.
"Come on dude, lets go clean you up." The Rottweiler's powerful grasp towed Christian along with almost no difficulty, though once he had pulled from the couch, the Leopard offered little resistance. Ryan pushed the bathroom door open, pleaded a pair of foxes to kindly leave for a moment, and dragged Chris inside, closing the door behind them. "Here, some of the toilet paper that hasn't been...uh...previously used." He handed Christian a roll from under the sink.
"Why do you pretend to care about me so much?" Chris took the roll, pulled a fistful of sheets from it, and began furiously wiping the sticky, soggy mess from his jeans.
"I do care about ya, bro." Ryan replied, "more than you know."
"Then why?" He looked up, "why do you care so much, but never do a damn thing to help me where I need it most?"
"Because...to be honest...I can't help you with getting what you want."
"What do you mean? You live by some code that won't let you share pussy?"
Ryan flinched, and his face visibly hardened, which was a tough thing for a pretty-boy like him to do. "I can't help you because...Christian, I don't want anything bad to happen to you..."
"Oh yeah, me getting laid at my own party, how fucking awful that would be." The Leopard's sarcasm cut deep, and Ryan's tall, muscular frame splintered again.
"...What would you do to get laid at your party? If absolutely anyone offered, would you take it?"
"At this point man, it could be a fat chick, a slut with more STD's than braincells..." He sighed and threw the used paper into the sink, "at this point, I'd take just about anything."
"Bro, you're such a great guy, if you didn't bitch so much you'd land a girl like nothing." He looked up, then back at the floor, "I'd help you out, tell one of the girls that hang around me to go talk to you, but the truth is...I can't talk to them either."
"The hell are you talking about?" The Leopard opened the bathroom closet, and pulled a decently clean pair of jeans out of the laundry hamper. "They swarm around you, practically waiting in line to suck you off."
"Yeah, but..." Ryan ran his claws through his waxed-up blonde hair. "I don't do anything...they just come up and talk to me...and listen...and once they know, they all want to try and....fix me."
"Fix you? Fix you how? What's more perfect than 'Ryan, The Alpha-Male Adonis'?" Christian tilted his head slightly.
"Chris...I- God you're thick, man..." The Rottweiler shook his head, trying not to look down as the Leopard stripped off his jeans, and slipped on the other pair. "dude...I-...I don't really like girls..."
The silence that followed was eerie, almost terrifying. The music, the chatter, the laughter, the bumps and grinds of aggressive sex in nearby rooms, it all fell totally silent. Though Christian was the only one to hear it, it seemed as though the whole world was just as in shock as he was. The party was alive outside, but right there at that moment, just Ryan's words hung in the air.
Oh god...why me, Ryan...why did you come out to me? You know my religion...I don't love it, but some of it sticks with me...you know how I feel about...gays...
"Of...all the friends, in all of the bathrooms in the world, I had to be here, stuck in locked room with my best friend, who I just discovered was gay." Christian was nearly to the point of having an emotional breakdown, and being locked in here with Ryan was hardly helping.
"Bro, I know this is a lot to take in, but I want you to know I-"
"A lot to take in? Nooooo...I just discovered that the most popular kid in school, my best friend for five years, the guy who can get more women than anyone I've ever known...likes the taste of dick!" Christian pressed his back against the door, "a gay guy can get a thousand girlfriends and I can't get one...does that not seem like bullshit to you?!"
"Shhh!" Ryan crossed the small room with deadly speed, clasping his large paw over Christian's mouth. "It's a loud party, but kindly shut up, someone might hear you."
"What'll you do if I don't, gay me to deat- mmmf!" Christian was suddenly silenced by an aggressive kiss, one that forced him against the door, his fleeting control of the situation suddenly removed as the Rottweiler slammed his much weaker wrists into the frame.
Ryan! Oh my God....this is...amazing?! Did I just think that? Am I actually- oh god...fuck it...this is too good to waste....
Chris had never felt such a vicious and carnal rush of pleasure in his life, even despite his Conservative Christian upbringing, he found himself actually enjoying it! The feeling of being dominated, being kissed so wholeheartedly, it lit a fire in him that he had never felt before.
"I'm not sorry for that..." The Rottweiler pulled away, "I hate what it did to our friendship...but seeing as you don't seem to care for alternative sexualities, I didn't think it would matter anyways...I just wanted to feel you...just once. Goodbye, bro." Ryan pushed him aside, and opened the door.
"Wait!" Christian grabbed his sleeve, a futile effort that did little to slow the Rottweiler. "Please bro...I don't want you to apologize for what you did."
By now they were out in the hall, and a few pairs of eyes were already on them. Ryan stopped, and turned back to him, "Then what, what do you want me to say? We can't be friends anymore after this, I can't help you with what you want...I'm not the guy you thought you knew...what do you want me to say? Ohh, I'll just go back to being good old 'normal' me, and forget this happened'? I can't do it Chris, not for you, or anyone, this is who I am."
"I just want you to apologize for one thing..." Christian avoided Ryan's eyes, fidgeting, his gaze cast at the floor like an embarrassed beggar.
I want you to apologize for not doing it sooner...what?! No!
"Will it save our friendship?"
"That depends."
"On?"
"You said sorry for..." He stopped, then whispered: "kissing me..."
Ryan nodded.
"But you never apologized for stopping..."
Did...did I just say that?...oh my God...I'm going to hell...
There was another pause, and anyone who hadn't lost interest until now was rapt with suspense.
In what couldn't have taken more than a second, they were surrounded by the immature hoots and cheering of inebriated teenagers, kissing fiercely, the Leopard's comparatively small body held tightly in the Rottweiler's arms. Ryan picked the Leopard up, carried him to a nearby open room, literally threw him onto the bed, and was on top of him seconds later, his slick canine tongue exploring the familiar but unknown territory of his best friend's mouth. Their hungry gasps and moans filled the air, and before long, everyone was crowded at the door, mouths agape, but totally silent. In the flurry of grabbing hands, flickering tongues, and heaving bodies, both had somehow lost their shirts, and Ryan was hurriedly stripping off Christian's pants when they heard excited chatter and the door slamming.
The noise shook Christian out of his trance, and his eyes shot open to find the space directly above him empty. At first he was surprised, but then realized he could feel something heavy pawing at his thighs.
"Mmmm...Ryan...what are you-" The Leopard looked down to find himself naked, with the exception of one sock still hanging from his footpaw. He blushed suddenly and brightly as the Rottweiler's open muzzle inched close to his erect feline length. "Oh!"
Ryan...I can't imagine how a dog's tongue feels...but I think I'm about to find out...at the cost of my soul...
Ryan's tongue crept from his mouth, and pressed softly against the underside of the feline's shaft, running up and down it's length in slow, wet strokes, provoking heavy moans of pleasure to leak from between Christian's lips.
"Ohhhhh....bro....ohhh my god!" Christian bucked his hips, his virgin length starting to sting with pleasure as the Rottweiler's tongue assaulted it with pure ecstasy. "Mmm! You're gonna make me blow up bro! Hoooolyyy fuck!"
But you know what, I'm starting to think it's worth it...
That only seemed to ignite the Rottweiler's lustful passion, as moments later, the sound of wet slurps filled the room, only drowned out by Christian's mewls of pleasure, and the sounds of the bed creaking as his body convulsed randomly. Ryan's paw clenched lightly around the base of the Leopard's length, and began to stroke it gently as his tongue continued to assail the tip. Before too long, he engulfed the tip in his mouth, and began to suckle hungrily, and not long after, a particularly passionate squeal of delight burst from Christian's lips and Ryan's eyes closed in a mixture of pleasure and surprise as the feline's twitching length burst in his muzzle, painting it with a salty mixture of feline essence. At this point, Christian was too far gone for words, but Ryan summed it up easily enough with a hungry slurp: "mmm..."
"Ohhhhhh...fuck...and you all make fun of me for being a Catholic around my mom."
"Huh?" Ryan tilted his head, licking his lips clean.
"If that's not proof that there is a God, then I dunno what is."
"Does it count as proof of God if you get pleasure out of a sin?"
"Y-....wait....fuck!" Christian slapped his paw against his face. "I'm drunk man, don't quote me on any of this shit."
"So am I man......do ya think that's why-"
"-why you sucked me off in my little sister's bedroom, when a whole bunch of people saw...and neither of us give a shit? Yeah...I think the alcohol had something to do with that."
"Oh...." Ryan's voice cracked, "Well, I hope you don't regret it in the morning..."
"Dude, are you kidding? That was like...the bestblowjob ever!" He pulled Ryan's head up to his own, smiling into the Rottweiler's soft gray-blue eyes. "I wish I could return the favor half as well."
Ryan glanced down at the throbbing bulge in his bleach-streaked jeans, "well...if you want-"
"Uhh, bro..." Christian stuck out his tongue, pointing to the row of reversed barbs along the center. Then looking away, shame-faced. "Felines make bad butt-buddies....we can't suck dick all too well. It tends to hurt pretty bad."
"Ouch...so...what can we do then?"
God...if you're up there....please don't watch what I'm about to do...
As they lay together, tenderly embracing, lips brushing against each other, eyes sparkling with passion, Christian's shaky voice rose from the soft gasps, "I....I- do like...being the submissive one..."
Ryan's ears perked- he forced them back down. "Are you saying you'd-"
Christian put his finger on Ryan's lips, nodding slowly, "Please be gentle, my first time and all..."
Ryan leaned back slowly, hesitantly stripping his jeans off, and watching with a hint of guilty pleasure at the face Christian made at the sight of his impressive manhood.
Of course...it had to be...I knew there would be punishment for my indiscretion...and there it is...big, warm, and throbbing...ready to rip me in two...
"Oh Jesus... why am I already beginning to regret this?" Christian clenched his legs instinctively.
"It's alright, little kitty...I'll be gentle, just like you asked...I promise." He tenderly slid his paws under Christian's backside, and lifted him, flipping his smaller, more padded body over onto his knees. The Leopard trembled, biting his lip as Ryan tenderly moved his tail out of the way, tucking it around his thigh. Ryan spat in his paw, and rubbed it across the already slick tip of his shaft, and the remainder he wiped under the Leopard's fluffy tail. The feline's muscles tightened, and he let out a soft gasp, and Ryan took at deep breath to calm his nerves before he leaned over Christian's bare back, breathing along the back of his neck.
"Alright Chris...just loosen up a bit...the more you tense up, the more it'll hurt us both."
The nervous feline took a deep, heaving breath, and let it out, his body slowly loosening, muscles relaxing, and breaths slowing.
"Good, now you may want to bite the pillow, this will hurt."
Christian nodded in reply, grabbing a nearby pillow and jamming it in his maw, his eyes pinching closed.
I hope that at the very least, one of us comes off better for this experience...I hope he still respects me after...I hope its at least half as good fo-
The first thrust was always the worst, and Christian screamed into the pillow, his eyes watering as he felt the worst sort of pain any man could ever experience. As the notably large presence invaded his virgin body, Chris' sharp claws tore long trails in the bedspread, and the pillow he had bitten down on was punctured, and soaked in saliva and tears. But he didn't want to stop, as agonizing as it was, it felt right. But he realized that his tightening body sent the wrong message, so the feline's claws pulled up from the sheets, and dug themselves into Ryan's thighs, forcing him to buck again, bringing more pain, but a rush of indescribable joy that he had never felt before.
The Rottweiler growled with pleasure, bucking again, and this time, they both groaned with hungry lust. The Leopard's claws came loose from the Rottweiler's scratched-up thighs, and dug into the back of Ryan's neck, pulling him close and kissing fiercely as their hips began to buck instinctively. Though they had never done anything of the sort in their lives, their fiery passion, along with the combination of grinding, bucking hips was enough to send both canine and feline into mad fits of pleasure, and soon, they were both howling in bliss as their hips bounced together ferociously.
I must be losing my mind...this pleasure...its beyond anything I've ever imagined...I want more...I need more...come on Ryan...more...puppy....more!
"Ohhhhhh Ryan! Fuck mee-eee-ee!" Chris cried between gasps as his arms gave out, raising his finely curved feline backside higher for his mate. Ryan had no objection, he grabbed Christian's tail and bucked harder and faster, fastening one of his powerful hands around the Leopard's waist to get some leverage. They had both found their perfect match. Ryan liked getting rough with his mate, being the dominant force without question, and Chris loved being 'the bitch', at this moment, he would trade anything to feel this sensation forever- his reputation, his mother's trust, it was all nothing if he could never feel this good again.
"Mmmm...Chris....ohhhh myyyyy...gawwwd.....bro....I'm gonna cum..."
Christian could barely believe his ears, he had made his best friend reach climax, and quickly too! He turned, pulling away, and opened his muzzle. "In here...I want to taste you."
Ryan wasted no time, pushing the feline onto his back, straddling his chest, and setting the tip of his length onto Christian's outstretched tongue. The cat grabbed the throbbing shaft with both paws, and worked it hungrily, tapping the tip against his tongue.
"Mmmm! Chris! Yesssss!" His hips bucked, and Christian kept stroking furiously.
"Cum for me," He begged, opening his mouth wide, "let that big slippery cock cum in your little kitty's mouth."
What is coming out of my mouth?! Am I really doing this? It seems so unreal...I don't even feel like myself anymore...
A few more seconds of heated teasing, and Christian got his wish, and then some. Ryan's cum flooded the feline's relatively small mouth, painted his face with hot streaks of creamy white, and left streams and pools on the bedspread; The Leopard swallowed all he could, but there was simply too much of Ryan's sweet, sticky seed everywhere to even try to get it all. Even so, Christian licked his lips, cleaned his face a bit with the back of his paw, and then proceeded to suckle the remaining juices out of his partner's no-longer-rock-stiff shaft, still gently rubbing and squeezing to make sure every last drop had been pushed out.
"I think...you....did what you wanted." The Rottweiler tipped to the side and collapsed, his body shaking with pleasure.
"Did I? You really enjoyed that?"
"Holy hell, yes...its tough to admit, but you were my first...boy....and I was unsure if I would like it...but...I didn't just like it...I loved it."
The Leopard smiled and tried to sit up, "well, you weren't so bad yourself there, pony-dick- Ow! Okay...no sitting up for a while..." He laid flat on his back, his body twitching from the sudden burst of soreness between his thighs.
"Oh shit- I'm so sorry!" The Rottweiler sprang up, kissing the feline's forehead. "I didn't mean to hurt you so badly I-"
"Dude." The Leopard put his finger to the Ryan's lips.
"Yeah?"
"Just shut up and kiss me right."
Maybe that's what love is though...not knowing exactly what's happening...being unsure of everything you've ever known....but not wanting it to stop. If this is love...I think I could get used to it.
And so ends a short look into two lives forever changed by a split second, a decision that will stick with them for eternity. However, this story is far from over, and there will always be questions in the future: what will happen to these two boys once the weekend is over? What about Christian's mother, what will she think? And of course, the most important question: How much can someone's life really change from one little Experience?