Jack
This is my first story in this genre so i would really appreciate your comments and stuff Disclaimer: don't read this if you are under 18 or 21 in some states blah..blah gay...blah...blah you get the idea Jack Jack threw his briefcase into the car and slid into the driver's seat. He let out a yawn and turned the key in the ignition, bringing the engine to life with a growl. Jack was 24 year old a snow leopard, standing around six foot and with a well toned body and was the marketing manager of a computer programming business that was about to global It had been a long day at his office with endless paperwork and meetings with furs he didn't know with ideas he didn't want to hear. His car pulled out onto the street and straight through a red light, Jack didn't care. He turned on his radio to listen to the usual drive-time muck. "Hello Glasgow, Heather here on XFM drive-time and it's almost six o'clock, stay tuned for some classic ELO and the new single from Greenday..." the voice said over the radio, trying to sound optimistic and failing miserably. "Fucking radio," Jack mumbled, retuning the radio to a different station, eventually giving up and turning it off. His eyelids began to droop as he stifled another yawn. He shook his head vigorously, trying to shake the thought of sleep from his head. He sat in a queue of traffic stretching along the bank of the Clyde and into the distance, he could see the traffic jam clearing on the Kingston Bridge as usual after rush-hour and sighed. "Ugh, I need to get out of this town." He muttered to himself as the queue started to move. Jack put his foot down on the accelerator and sped down the road. His mind flashed with images of his bed at home and once again his eyelids began to slowly close..... Tom was walking down the same road, listening to the din from car horns and engines and trying to block the stench of exhaust fumes from his nose. He pulled out his iPod and flicked off the hold switch. The screen jumped to life and started to play a Placebo song, ".....Carve your name into my arm, instead of stressed I lie here charmed, 'cause there's nothing else to do, every me and every you...." Tom stared up at the sky, turned pink in the evening and smiled to himself. He loved the city. His thoughts were interrupted by a loud scream, clearly audible over the blaring music of his iPod. He spun round just in time to see a car tumble through the air and into the muddy water of the river. "Aww shit!" he mumbled and ran over towards the bank of the river. He saw the roof of the car start to sink below the surface, trapping whoever was in the vehicle. "Can someone call the police and an ambulance?" he shouted. He took off his jacket and ran over to the edge of the bank. He jumped the railing and dived into the disgusting river water. Several bewildered furs stood motionless, mouths agape at what Tom had just done. Tom swam as quickly as he could over to the sinking vehicle and opened the door. A gush of water almost filled the cabin of the car as he undid the seatbelt of the driver. "Hey, hey are you okay?" He asked. No answer "Fuck!" Tom exclaimed and tried to pull the unconscious fur out of the seat with all of his strength. He finally came free and Tom pulled him from the semi-submerged car and swam with him to the bank. Several police and paramedics, and unfortunately reporters and journalists had already arrived at the river and were watching in awe as Tom pulled the fur out onto the bank. "We'll take it from here," a kangaroo in a paramedic's uniform said and loaded the fur into a stretcher and ran to a waiting ambulance. Tom lay on the bank breathing heavily, drenched from head to footpaw with several furs with cameras photographing him and shouting out to him. He looked up to see a tall racoon standing over him. "Hey, we need to ask you a few questions about what just happened," the racoon said, inclining his head towards a police car with a lion standing next to it, making notes on a pad and taking statements from the considerable crowd who had congregated at the scene. "So you saw the car fall into the river and you just jumped into the river?" the lion police officer asked, a quizzical look etched onto his face. "Yeah, is that a problem or something?" Tom asked, dressed in a pair of jeans that were far too small and tight and a police hooded top that the officers had got hold of for him when they arrived at the station for questioning. "No, no. Just wondering what could have possibly motivated you to just jump into a river," the sceptical lion said. "Maybe it was the fact that there was a guy in the car and it was my job to save him," Tom retorted, getting agitated by this officers questions that he had already been asked by the racoon at the bank. "Hey, don't get angry with me pal, I'm just doing my job, and what do you mean by 'your job'" the lion said "I was in the TA and we're trained to do stuff like that" Tom sighed "Okay, you're free to go," he said after five minutes of scribbling into a notebook and opened the door and ushered him out of it. "Wonder if he actually has any notes in there, or just a load of little cartoons," Tom thought to himself as he walked out of the door. Jack woke up in a strange bed and looked around the bare room, shutting his eyes almost immediately as the harsh light burned through his eyes and into his skull. "Oh, you're awake, good," a lioness in a nurse's uniform said and picked up his chart from the end of his bed, presumably writing down the time he came around. "What happened, why am I in hospital?" Jack asked, opening his eyes and trying to get used to the light "Hmm, the doctors were right, you are concussed....or stupid," the nurse joked with him. "Apparently you fell asleep at the wheel of your car and drove straight into the Clyde." "Oh, okay...." Jack asked, feeling stupid that he could have fallen asleep going home. "Well you swallowed quite a bit of water, and your head took a good knock when it hit the steering wheel, but other than that you're fine." * * *
A few hours later
"Mr Rees, you have a visitor," a nurse announced and stepped out of the room, letting another fur into the room. "Umm, hi" the fur announced and walked over to the bed and stuck out his paw. "I'm Tom, Tom Roland," Tom said smiling. "Jack Rees, nice to meet you." Jack said shaking Tom's paw happily. "I don't want to sound like a prick or anything, but do I know you?" Tom smiled wider. "Oh, I sort of jumped into the river after you and got you out of the car," Tom snickered at himself. "Oh my god, you saved my life," jack said and bolted upright, pulling tom into a hug. "I can't thank you enough, how can I ever repay what you did for me?" Jack asked happily. "You could start by loosening the bear hug Jack," Jack relented and let go of the bewildered fur, he then got his first good look at Tom. He was a fox, standing around the same height as Jack, his fur a golden brown, turning to a chocolate colour at his elbows down to his paws, his long tail swished through the air in a rhythmical motion, the tip of it dyed bright blue which matched his hair which hung over his bright emerald green eyes. "Wow!" Jack exclaimed. "What?" "Oh, nothing." Jack said hastily, wondering if Tom had noticed him checking him out. "I've got to be going, here's my number and email." Tom smiled a warm smile and Jack almost fainted. "O...Okay I'll call you later if you want to go out for coffee or something...." Jack's voice trailing off before he made an even bigger fool of himself. Tom just laughed at this. "That would be nice, I'll see you later then, bye," Tom stumbled into the flat and collapsed onto the couch. "I need a holiday," he sighed to himself and picked up the remote control for the CD player and pressed play. The sound of acoustic guitar filled the room and washed over Tom. He let his eyes close of their own accord and drifted to sleep. Brrring...Brrrring...Brrring. Tom's eyes shot open and he yelped in surprise. "Who the hell phones me at this time, I'm usually at work," he started raving and searching for the source of the annoyance. "Hello?" he snapped. "Oh, hey Tom. Did I get you at a bad time?" a familiar voice said. "Who is it?" Tom asked calming down. "It's Jack, I was just wondering if you were still on for coffee?" Jack asked. "Oh hi Jack, how are you?" Tom said excitedly, he had been waiting for Jack to call him for ages. "I'm good, I got discharged from hospital this morning and they said I was fine so yeah I'm good." "That's great, I'm free for the rest of the day if you want to meet up somewhere," Tom said hopefully. "Yeah, could you meet me outside Café François on Buchannan Street at around three?" Jack asked. "Okay, I'll be there, bye." Tom answered, jumping up and down with excitement. * * *
A few hours later
Jack sat at a table out in the street, people bustling by on their daily business, shopping, getting home after a day of work. He nervously glanced at his watch, counting down the minutes till Tom was supposed to get here. A fox crept silently up behind him and put his paw on Jack's shoulder. "Hey Jack!" he shouted into Jack's sensitive ears, roaring with laughter as Jack shot into the air with fright. "Jesus, you scared the crap out of me Tom." Jack laughed and sat back down. "How've you been?" he asked. "Busy, I was swamped at work today, but I skipped it and went home," Tom said with a sly grin. "And you think you'll get away with it?" asked jack sceptically. "Hey, lighten up, of course I will. What about you?" asked Tom, he seemed concerned. "Well my mum was at the hospital being a pain in the arse as usual, tending to my every need like I was five years old or something," Jack joked. The conversation went on and on over endless cups of coffee. "So tell me about yourself Tom." Jack said and stared into Tom's bright green eyes that shined with life. "Well, I was born and grew up in Dundee, and I came down to Glasgow to go to university. I did a degree in Computer Technology and another in Media." Tom sighed. "It was then that I found out that I was gay. I told my parents and....well let's just say that they weren't exactly pleased with the news. They still supported my funding for university but we didn't speak to each other for a long time. I try to phone them every month and they seem to have come round to the idea a little. Anyway, I finished my courses and got a job at the BBC, and now I'm 25 and assistant director of Reporting Scotland's Culture department." Jack sat there with his mouth wide open in awe at how successful Tom was. "So what about you Jack? What's you're story?" tom said slyly. "I was born out in Bishopbriggs, just outside Glasgow. Did alright at school. I started to start up a little company in school, selling stationary for cheap prices and that really got me interested in the whole business thing, school went well for a while. Then all my friends sort of walked out on me 'cause they saw me kiss a guy when I was in 4th year. It started to go downhill from there, I got beat up a lot. The teachers couldn't care less except for one of the art teachers caught a rat in the year above me try and break a brick over my skull, being a kind and open minded guy he was. The teacher took me up to the headmaster's office and shouted at him for not doing anything about it, even though they caught it on camera, usually in my school if another guy even clapped a guy on the shoulder there was a teacher there in two seconds to give him detention, my guidance teacher wanted to "talk about maybe moving to a different school" ....I told my parents.... "How did they take it?" Tom interrupted. "Surprisingly well actually. They were more concerned about me getting beat up and almost getting chucked out of the school. So they went up to the school and 'persuaded' the head teacher not to chuck me out. So that was that, I went to University and did a degree in Business management and found out that people in uni are far more open-minded. I then got a job at a Meteora Computer Technologies as a Marketing assistant. 2 years later and we're about to go global and I'm the project manager for the Chinese Market." Jack went on and smiled when he'd finished. "Tom...." "Yeah?" Tom replied "Do you wanna go out sometime?" Jack said hesitantly. A sly smile formed on Tom's face as he leaned across the table and put his muzzle to Jack's ear, "I'd love to," he whispered....... Jack stood outside the cinema in the crisp evening air, waiting for Tom to appear. A few minutes later a pair of paws covered his eyes and he felt a tongue lick the inside of his ear. "Guess who," Tom said playfully, spinning Jack around and pulling him into a hug. "Hey, you look great," Jack said bashfully, pulling out of the embrace. Tom was dressed in a pair of loose black jeans with a red dragon embroidered onto the leg and an open white shirt over a tight black t-shirt, highlighting his well toned chest and abs. "Thanks, you look good yourself," Tom answered blushing. Jack had tried his best to look casual but he had a feeling that he hadn't achieved that look. He had on a pair of slightly tight blue jeans and a green long sleeved t-shirt with the MTV logo and underneath the words 'money television' printed on it, and a pinstripe suit jacket with a hooded top stitched into it he bought in Quicksilver the day before, and underneath it all a pair of red silk boxers. "You know, you were right about that work thing, I didn't get away with it," Tom smiled at Jack, who broke into a giggling fit. "Told you so," he replied. The couple got their tickets and stood in the lift paw in paw, attracting looks, most of them dirty from the rest of the crowd. "So, where did this thing come from?" Jack asked, playing with a gold hoop that hung from Tom's right ear. "Oh that, I got that done a few weeks ago in Flip, just down the street, do you like it?" Tom said. "When it's on someone as cute as you? Of course," Jack grinned at him. "Aww, you're so sweet," Tom blushed and pulled Jack into a tight embrace. Jack pulled back and inched his muzzle closer to Tom's until the met and his tongue fought its way into Tom's warm muzzle. Their tongues wrestled with each others for what seemed like an eternity until, Jack broke away, smiling and blushing at Tom. "Wow, I've never been kissed like that before!" Jack exclaimed and hugged Tom close to him. Tom smiled back. "Well, do you think we should get off the lift now, this is our floor," Tom said. They walked into the almost pitch black cinema and walked up to the back and sat down in adjoining seats. Tom slipped his arm over Jack's shoulder and pulled him closer. Jack rested his head on Tom's shoulder and breathed in his scent. He was aware of a coyote watching them in the darkness, his eyes narrowed to slits. "Fucking fags, you should all be rounded up and shot, making this country look like a bunch of weak fuckers!" he snarled at the couple. Jack was about to jump out of his seat and dive straight for the coyote when he felt Tom's paw on his chest. "Please, don't," Tom said quietly to him. "Did you hear what that guy said?" Jack asked in amazement. "Yeah, I heard. But don't stoop to his level; people like him aren't worth the trouble." Tom said softly. The movie started and the audience went quiet. Jack sat with Tom's arm wrapped around him, Tom's head resting on his shoulder for the whole of the movie, hardly moving, and just enjoying being close to the fox. Half way through, Tom's tongue had managed to invade Jack's muzzle and become tangled with Jack's. After the movie had finished the couple walked out of the cinema laughing with each other about how bad the movie was when they were pushed into the alley that ran behind the complex by an unknown assailant. "What the fuck?" Tom shouted out. "Shut it fag or I'll cut your fucking throat," The fur answered, the voice sparking some recognition in Jack's mind. "You?" Jack said. "Yeah, I saw you two messing around in the cinema and I told you to knock it off, but you didn't, so know I'm going to have to teach you a lesson," the jackal who had been in the film with them snarled. Jack's eyes narrowed and he growled at the jackal. He rushed at him and brought the jackal to his knees with a swift knee to his chest and another to the jackal's muzzle. Even above the bustle of the busy street next to the alley Tom was sue he heard something crack, probably the guy's jaw. Jack picked the limp fur up and slammed him into the side of a bin. "Now who's the weak fucker? Just because I'm gay doesn't mean that I can't fight or protect myself from people like you. If you ever come near me or him," he jerked his head in Tom's direction, "I'll make sure it's more than you're jaw that's broken. YOU GOT THAT?" Jack snarled menacingly at the whimpering jackal. Jack dropped him and walked over to Tom, "You okay?" he asked softly, looking over him for any injuries. "Yeah, I'm fine," he answered. "Do you want to go and get something to eat?" Jack asked, smiling widely at Tom and taking his paw. "That would be great," Tom answered, smiling as widely as Jack. The jackal had managed to pick himself up and scampered away in the other direction, clutching his jaw. "Come on, I know a great place that has the best pizza in Glasgow, hands down," Jack said and started to walk down Sauchiehall Street. Jack sat across from Tom in a little pizzeria, talking bout what had just transpired. "How did you do that, it was like martial arts or something!" Tom exclaimed. "I did a bit of Tae Kwon Do when I was in high school, I suppose it's like learning to ride a bike, you never forget," Jack answered, taking another slice of the pizza they were sharing. "It was awesome," Tom replied. "So where are you staying at the moment?" "I've got one of the new flats on the riverbank, near the SECC, what about you?" Jack asked. "I'm living up in the 'luxury apartments' across from the cinema," Tom smiled. The conversation went on and on, well into the night. "Do you want to.....come back to......my place for a while?" Jack asked tentatively, not sure if he was being too forward. "Yeah, I'd love to," Tom beamed at him, his green eyes shining in the light from the lamp on the table. "Nice car!" Tom exclaimed when he saw Jack's Jaguar XKR. "Heh, thanks. It's not really mine, the company let me have it when they heard what happened. Tom climbed into the passenger seat, closely followed by Jack. The engine roared to life, the noise amplified in the enclosed car park. "Do you like The Lacuna Coil?" Jack asked, turning on the CD player. "I love them, I saw them at T in the Park a few months ago," Tom answered, his head half out the window and his tongue lolling out as they sped along the motorway. Soon they were both nodding their heads to a heavy metal track. They arrived at the apartment complex a few minutes later and Jack led Tom up to the top floor, where his flat was. Tom pulled Jack into a close embrace and kissed him deeply. His tongue slid into Jack's mouth and rubbed against the roof of his muzzle, eliciting moans from Jack. Still kissing, jack fumbled with his keys and opened the door to the spacious apartment. "Bedroom?" Jack asked, pulling away from Tom, who. "Do you want to? I mean we've only known each other for a few days and," Tom was cut off by Jack's muzzle pressing against his own. "Does that answer your question?" Jack smiled, and led Tom to his room. The room was sparsely decorated, with only a king sized bed against the wall and a simple pine wardrobe next to it. The wall to wall window provided a great view over Glasgow's old docks. Jack pulled Tom down onto the bed with him and positioned himself on top of him. Their muzzles met once again, their tongue's entwined together for what seemed like an hour until Tom pulled away and smiled up at Jack, "I presume that you've done this before?" Jack smiled sheepishly at this and nodded his head. Tom positioned himself between the leopard's legs and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the leopard's jeans. He slowly pulled them down Jack's legs. Tom let out a moan as Jack's tented boxers came into view, precum soaking through the silk. He ran his paw up Jack's thigh and over the fabric of his underwear, grabbing the waistband and whipping them off with ease. The fox smiled as he saw Jack's member fully erect and silhouetted in the glow of moonlight. Tom frantically stripped down to his bare fur, his eight inch cock bobbing slightly as if an ethereal wind was blowing over it. Jack stared in wonder at his mate's foxhood and felt around blindly in his bedside table for his bottle of lube. When he located it he offered it to Tom who took it and applied generous amounts to his glistening cock and applied some to his paw and slowly started to rub it onto Jack's tight hole. Jack gasped slightly as the cold gel came into contact with his hole but relaxed as Tom's paw warmed the gel with his paw "I've not done this in quite a while so...." Jack whispered but was cut off by Tom's tongue entering his mouth. "Hmm, we'll have to change that then won't we," Tom smiled slyly and gently lifted Jack's legs up onto his shoulders, adjusting himself until they sat comfortably. Jack smiled a trusting smile and moaned as he felt the warm tip of Jack's cock trail around the edge of his tailhole. Tom reached his right paw out and firmly gripped Tom's member, causing him to gasp slightly. As he slowly moved his paw up and down Jack's cock as he pressed his own against the leopard's entrance. Jack felt his hole stretching open slowly to accommodate his lover's maleness. A stinging pain shot through his body and he yelped. Tom stopped and gave Jack a sincere look, but he simply nodded as a signal for Tom to continue. Tom concentrated on entering the fox, trying his best not to hurt him while keeping a steady rhythm pumping his cock, until Jack let out a whimper. He looked up at his face to see his eyes closed, teeth gritted. He brought his left paw up to Shane's face and slowly rubbed his cheek, Jack nuzzled his cheek into Tom's paw and looked straight into his eyes, and Tom got the message and slowly continued entering his mate. Jack's cock rubbed against his prostate he closed his eyes and let out a soft moan. Tom smiled at him and continued pushing in, and started pumping Jack's cock faster as he felt a pre leak onto his paw. Once Tom had pushed his cock all the way into Jack, he began to pull out, until only an inch of his throbbing member was still being held in Jack's passage. He built up a slow rhythm of humping Jack and pumping his cock at the same time, motivated further by the moans and murrs erupting from the leopard's muzzle. Tom was building up the speed of his thrusting when his knot started to form at the base of his cock. He was heavily panting now, and whimpered every time he felt it bump against Jack's tailhole. He thrust hard enough and pushed it into Jack's hole. Shane yelped when he felt himself spread open further by Tom's knot, but let out a loud moan as he felt Jack's cock hit his prostate again. It only took a few more thrusts of Tom's hips, and a few pumps of his paw to until Jack's cock started to quiver and erupt with his creamy, white seed. He moaned loudly as his warm cum coated his stomach and Tom's paw, and his anal muscles clamped down hard on the fox's cock. Tom moaned loudly as he shot his load into Jack, painting his insides with a layer of his cum. He continued filling Jack with his hot, creamy cum as his hips bucked uncontrollably and his cock felt as if it was in the middle of a raging inferno while Jack coated each of them more every time his cock twitched and shot another drop of the salty liquid. They both lay silently, basking in the pleasure of their respective afterglows while their climaxes calmed down, finally emptying each of them of the last of their seed. Tom brought his cum soaked paw to his muzzle, and licked some of Jack's seed off and offered it to Jack for a taste. Tom gently brought Jack's legs off of his shoulders so that he could lie down next to him. Jack was murring quietly as Tom locked his arms around him and rubbed his chest slowly and rhythmically. He nuzzled and rubbed the leopard soothingly until Jack turned round to face him. "I suppose you'll want to stay for the night?" He asked tiredly "I'm hurt, you think that I'd just fuck you and run?" Tom answered jokingly. "Hmm, you think that I would let YOU just fuck me and run, cause if you did you're gravely mistaken," Jack answered and snuggled closer into Tom's muscled chest. "I love you Tom," Jack said sleepily, "I love you to Jack" Tom replied and hugged his mate close as they both drifted off to a blissful sleep. The end!! plz rate and add comments thnx Darkstorm