Father figure - Chapter 4: Memories past
#7 of Father Figure
WARNING, ALTHOUGH THIS IS A STORY CONTAINING M/F INTERCOURSE, IT IS PART OF A STORY SERIES CONTAINING EROTIC M/M SCENES! IF YOU'RE NOT INTO M/M, DON'T READ THIS SERIES. THANKS AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS. :)
The fluttering and chirping of birds wakes up a lazy middle aged lion, trying desperately to sleep a little late on a Saturday morning. Bruce rolls from one side to the other, looking at the empty right side of the bed where Jim always wakes up next to him on weekends. "Ugh, no morning sex today." he mutters. Just as he finishes his sentence, the phone rings.
"Hi, this is Bruce speaking", he says in his morning voice. He knows it's Jim calling, he just needs to confirm before telling him how much he misses today's morning sex.
"Hi coach." Jim replies from the other side of the phone. Bruce knows that when Jim calls him coach, it's either because he's being pounded from behind, or he's with his family. It's most likely the latter.
"How's the training going?", Bruce continues in their spontaneous code speech.
"It's going okay, my aunt, uncle and my mother are making me crazy with their cooking. I guess that's what Farm folks do, is cook and eat while looking after animals and stuff", he jokes. Bruce hears his Aunt jokingly scolding him in the background. He lets out a laugh, it seems Jim is having a good time.
"Okay, I'm alone now." Jim continues. Bruce hears as he locks the door to his room. "How are you "holding up" on that side... coach...", he teases.
"Don't tease me, Jim. I'm going to have to "train" you twice as hard next week." Bruce teases back. "In fact, I'm in the mood to train myself right now" he continues in a sexy deep voice. He tucks his free paw underneath his shirt and starts to feel his muscled chest.
"Bruce, I can't do phonesex now, everyone's awake. They might hear something, you know I'm not the quiet type." Jim responds, killing the mood.
"Well, thanks for spoiling the mood mister "I'm too good to have phonesex with my coach".", Bruce continues to tease.
"I'm serious, Bruce. We can continue our training Monday evening." Jim replies, once again talking in their code speech.
"Fine, I have to go anyways. I have to clear up my garage today, too much stuff is cluttering up in there. See you Monday?" Bruce asks.
"Sure." Jim replies, "Let me know if you discover new life in there, hey!" he teases.
"tsk, I can tell you one thing boy. You're going to feel it on Monday, I promise you.", he replies in yet another deep and sexy voice.
"Oh, I look forward to it... coach..." Jim replies
"Goodbye Jim, I love you." Bruce says as he greets his young lover as softly as he can.
"Love ya' too coach, gotta go!" Jim replies in an overhasty way and ends the call.
Bruce looks at the phone and smiles. "Kids..."
The garage door opens up with a squeeking and scratching like none Bruce has heard before. The comfortable pair of "hard to rip" jeans and black "hard to show dirt and dust" T-shirt he has on is perfect for today. Not to mention his sneakers he has on, should there be any sharp objects on the floor.
"15 years' worth of junk to sort out in one day..." he says unoptimistically as he enters the garage and starts to sort out all the boxes that used to be neatly packed away in a corner when he moved here from his parents' house. "Hmmm, I'm just going to chunk out the simple stuff and take the sentimental stuff to the attic." he thinks to himself.
One by one he takes the boxes and sorts them out and after an hour of non-stop hard work, the now sweaty and hot lion has thrown out most of the boxes containing old junk. Without resting, he starts taking some of his sentimental stuff up to the attic. His parent's boxes of photo albums they decided to store in his house, old camera's, film strips and more.
As Bruce is about halfway up the stairs to the attic, carrying a heavy box, a framed picture slips out the side and falls down, shattering as it hits the stairs. "Great, luckily I have shoes. I'll pick it up on my way back." he mumbles to himself as he continues to the attic. Inside, he slumps the box down on the ground, making a cloud of dust take off from the ground. Coughing, he climbs back out and remembers the framed photo.
Curiously, he picks the broken frame up and blows the gathered dust away. The picture that emerges from the dusty cloud, shows a young lion formally dressed in a tuxedo and sitting next to a formally dressed lioness weraing a beautiful glittery dress. Memories from his youth stream through his brain and he's forced to remember those years he fought so hard to forget. As he sits down on the stairs, one name is uttered from his mouth. "Laura..."
The year was around 1990, if he remembers correctly. Everyone was in ecstacy over the matric farewell dance. He, the high school kick boxing champion, could nearly choose any bimbo he wanted and they would've fallen over their paws to go with him. He wanted to go with the one he had a crush on, Laura wasn't super popular like the girls he always hung out with, she despised that kind of over the top behaviour. As such, he never spoke to her, as the "cool kids" would judge and make life hell for him. Since his school years was basically over, he decided to face her and ask her to join him to the dance.
She wasn't wearing anything special that day, the usual denim skirt and tie-knot top that normal girls wore. She was standing at her locker, putting away and taking out her handbooks for the next class. He wore his blackened jeans and tight T-shirt, they always made the females swoon, with his famous jacket that told the world he was kick boxing champion.
"Hi, Laura." he uttered after not knowing how to speak to the girl he never really spoke to since middle school. He tried to smile at his best.
The locker door closed and her angel like face emerged, "Hi, can I help you?" the young lioness said as she smiled friendly and, for a moment, time stood still as Bruce's eyes grew with awe.
"Yeah, uhmm. I was... wondering... if..." he stutters and lets out a cough, "I was wondering if you'd go to the farewell dance with me?" he asked. The few seconds that followed, felt like an eternity.
"I'd love to, but I'm already going with Ben. Sorry." she said in a sympathetic voice, knowing she just broke his heart.
"Oh." he said surprised. "It's okay, really. I just thought that..." he stutters further, and falls over a rogue backpack that must have sneaked up behind him. He barely hit the ground before he was standing up again, smiling at how he just made an ass of himself. She stood there laughing quietly at the young lion falling over his paws after being rejected.
"Bruce!" she calls him back. "I'm just joking, of course I'll go with you. It'll be a pleasure." she continues.
Bruce remembers the joy he felt at that moment, after years of secretly wanting to go on a date with Laura, it was finally going to happen. He sits on the stairs, a tear of nostalgia emerging from his left eye, he thinks back to the evening of the matric farewell.
He was nervously waiting for the matric farewell to begin, he secretly stole some of his dad's nerve pills to calm himself down. He paced up and down his room since early the afternoon, wondering what he'll say, what is she going to look like and where he should keep his eyes the whole evening. He even jacked off in the shower to try and keep him from getting an erection the moment he sees her. After many thoughts of encouragement and more pills, he gathers the nerve to go and collect her.
He pushed the horn of his dad's chevrolet as he stopped in front of her house and soon enough she came running down the drive way with her high heels in her hands. She wore a glittery pink dress that showed all the curves they allowed the girls to show in those years, she really went all out that night.
She opened the door and got into the car. "Hi, don't drive too fast, the wind might mess up my fur." she said.
"Uhm... S... Sure..." he stuttered and took off to the party.
The farewell party went pretty much like any Matric farewell party, boring speeches from all the geeks and teachers, they took photos and then they finally went to the dancing hall to eat and party. After a fun filled night of dancing and socialising, they got back into the chevrolet and drove back home. Suddenly, the car huffed and puffed and came to a halt, smoke streamed out of the hood. "Crap, I told my dad the engineers didn't fix that stuff the right way. Now something else must have broken." he said as he reached to open the door.
"Wait" Laura said as she grabbed him on the arm, stopping him from getting out of the car.
"Yeah?" he said friendly, now much more comfortable than he was earlier.
"Why did you ask me to come with you?" she asked, her voice was serious.
Bruce knew that it was because he had a crush on her since middle school, and that crush led to what he though was love that night. "I dunno, because I like you." he replied confused.
"Like me? How much?" she asked, pushing her luck as she put her paw on his leg.
Bruce started to feel uncomfortable, he didn't know what was happening. "Uhm... A lot."
"Really?" she asked, moving her paw up his leg, closer to his crotch. "Do you want to show me how much you like me?" she asked as she moved her paw even closer.
"Uhm... Laura, what are you doing?" he asked, even more nervous than he was the whole day.
"I'm showing you that I like you too. I like you a lot." she said as she placed her paw right on Bruce rock hard shaft.
Bruce gasped for air, he never felt so exilirated. "Laura, we shouldn't be..." he started, but Laura interrupted him.
"I've always been the quiet lioness, I've watched as those judging sluts at school twist around you with their sleek figures. Well, tonight I'm going to show you how much I really like you." she continued, unzipped his fly undid his belt.
"What if someone sees us?" Bruce asked nervously.
"No one's around this time of night and the other kids won't drive here since they don't live here." she said, making excuses. She smiled, "Now, take off your pants so I can see what you've got down there."
Reluctantly, Bruce slid his pants down, his rock hard dick emerging. "Ooh, it's quite large. I wonder if it'll fit..." she continued. Bruce didn't know where to look or what to do as she removed her panties from underneath her dress and positioned herself above him in the dark.
"L...Laura, we shouldn't do..." he started again.
"Shhh, I know you want this. You've been wanting to hit this for a long time." she interrupted him. "We need to grow with the time, I know other females who's taking the plunge tonight as well." she said, and lowered herslef closes to him, barely making their bodies touch.
She lifted up Bruce's thick shaft and positioned it right beneath her. Slowly, she lowered herself, allowing Bruce to enter her privacy and be the first to do so.
Bruce felt wave after wave of pleasure flow throughout him as he entered her deeper and deeper. "You like that, Bruce?" she asked the young lion who was enjoying this more than he wanted to admit.
"Y...Yes, I like it." he said as the last part of his shaft entered her. Then the one thing that would change everyting happened, as she sat down and touched his balls with her tail, he couldn't take it anymore, it sent him over the edge. What felt like liters upon liters, of lion cum shot from his dick into Laura's pussy, sending her over the edge herself, she orgasmed like never before as she humped the cumming lion for all that he was worth, before falling back into the passenger seat, tired. Luckily, they kept their mouths closed during the whole moaning and screaming so no one could hear them.
Bruce put his pants back on and lifted the hood. His friends probably played a nasty prank on him and placed a smoke bomb under the hood, must've found some way to hack it open without damaging it. Why it came to a halt, he still doesn't know to this day.
The rest of the drive home was quiet and soon enough they stopped in front of Laura's house. "You okay?" he asked her.
"Yeah, I'm fine. You?" she asked
"She got out of the car and I never saw her again" he mumbles to himself. I wonder what happened to her?
Bruce violently shakes his head and looks down at his shaft standing straight up after remembering it's first passage into the female insides.
"Wonderful, now I have to jack off again..." Bruce stands up as he walks down the stairs to finish his work...
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I thought I'd tell Bruce's story this chapter, I know it's been a while so be sure to read up if you forgot the characters.
Tell me what you think of it, I'm keen to hear any good or bad comments on this one. Until next chapter. :)