Private Getaway
#2 of Tough Times
Well... Here is part 2... I hope you guys enjoy it, I know I did =3. I really recommend you read part 1 first, it would help make this chapter make a lot more sense. More criticism would be greatly appreciated. There is M/M yiff in this story, do not read if you are under 18. :D.
- * * Dylan felt his cock stiffen. It was like a dream come true for him. Sugar looked over at him (and looked at his crotch) and gasped. "OH MY GOD! This is the guy you have been dying for from school, isn't it!" Joe giggled. Sugar quickly realized that she opened her mouth when she shouldn't have, and made Dylan so embarrassed he was on the verge of crying. "Right... Let's go Reese!" she hastily said and ran from Dylan. Dylan looked back at Joe, who was sporting his classic smirk, except he looked a bit nervous. Dylan though "Why would he be nervous... Does he like me too? Or maybe he is scared of me now?". "I didn't expect anyone I knew to be here... Oh man this is awkward..." Joe said to break the silence. Dylan chuckled nervously. "Wanna get out of here? I'm not really in the mood to get hammered anymore and I want to... talk to you... without all the noise." Joe said. "Yeah sure, where to?" Dylan was practically bouncing as he spoke. "I know a nice place," Joe smiled. "Wow, nice car," Dylan exclaimed as they hopped into Joe's SUV. "Yeah, it's my dad's." "So where exactly are we going?" "My secret," Joe said with a wink. Dylan didn't even care where they were going, He was still overwhelmed that all of this was even happening. "So... Uhh... About what your friend said when she saw me..." "Oh, Sugar? What about it?" Dylan said and then realized what Joe was talking about. He went red again and said "Oh... Yeah... She's really good at embarrassing me, I guess" with a nervous gulp. The silence following what Dylan said caused his paranoid thoughts to resurface. "He's probably taking me somewhere to beat me up or something, he did say he had a girlfriend," he thought. "So... What about your girlfriend?" Dylan said to try and clear his mind. "Don't have one. I couldn't exactly tell you I was going to a party to meet a cute guy, could I?" Dylan giggled. "I guess not..." His mind was racing again. "Oh my god did he just call me cute?" He looked over at Joe. He was wearing a very tight red muscle shirt, which looked almost seamless with his well groomed fur. His jeans were tight enough for Dylan to take a quick glance (which turned into a blatant stare) at the bulge his relatively large sheath was making. This made Dylan hard again, but he really didn't care to hide it anymore. "We're here." Joe said. Dylan took his gaze off of Joe and got out of the car. He saw a small, secluded beach lit by the moonlight. "Oh my god... I never knew there was a beach in Ferndale... It's amazing." "Yeah, my dad used to take me up here, it's just a really small lake. I'm pretty sure there is still a spot with a campfire just east of here." They made their way down the shoreline. Dylan felt something on his hand. He yipped and almost jumped out of fright only to see that it was Joe's hand holding his. Without thinking, Dylan blurted out "Why do you even like me?" Joe smiled and said "You are the only person I know that looks beyond the image of a 'stupid jock' which I have labeled myself with... and you're cute." Dylan could feel Joe's hand quivering. He felt a warmth travel through his body, like his blood just began pumping for the first time. "There it is!" Joe ran over to a pile of logs. "Awesome, the gasoline is still here too." He started fumbling with a matchbook, which Dylan took as a perfect opportunity to stare at his firm, muscular ass. Joe turned his head and said "Glad you are liking the view." with a big grin. Dylan went red again but laughed it off. Suddenly, the logs burst into flames and Joe was on the ground, screaming and covering his face. "Holy shit!" Dylan yelled, and ran over to Joe. He kneeled by his shoulders and tried to see what happened. Joe whispered "Gotcha," and pulled Dylan in for a deep, muzzle-locking kiss. Dylan was totally caught off guard by the tongue traversing his mouth, but he quickly followed suit, exploring Joe's mouth with his tongue. Dylan broke the kiss and said "You scared me, don't do that again!" "What? The kiss or the screaming?" Joe said. Dylan rolled his eyes and lay his head on Joe's chest. He then took a leap of faith and moved his lips close to Joe's ear, and whispered "My move now." Dylan caught Joe off guard by grabbing his already semi-hard cock through his jeans and began massaging it while taking off Joe's shirt with his other hand. A low groan escaped through Joe's gritted teeth, which was the queue for Dylan to rip his jeans off. He stared in awe at the 8" and growing husky meat that was leaking pre all over the white briefs that trapped it. Dylan positioned himself so that he was in between kneeling and lying inside Joe's legs and pulled down his underwear, revealing the fully erect, 9", throbbing cock. "Are you sure about this?" Joe said. Dylan didn't even respond. Joe's cock looked like candy to Dylan, who instinctively swallowed all but two inches of it on his first suck. He slurped away at the thickening meat, throwing Joe into fits of gasps and moans as he teased his own nipples. Somehow, as if he was born by nature to suck dick, Dylan knew exactly what he was doing. A few globs of pre fell on his tongue, which intoxicated Dylan. Dylan took more of the dick in his mouth, to the point where his nose pad pressed against the rock hard lower abdomen of Joe. The smell of the musk almost threw Dylan over the edge of orgasm, the damp cocksweat was tantalizing to him. The moans that he was causing Joe to make were unbelievable in the short amount of time he had been blowing. Just as he began to massage Joe's heavy balls, they began to tense and Joe began to rock his hips. Dylan bobbed his head in sync with each buck of Joe's hips, and before long Joe had both hands on the back of Dylan's head and was facefucking him while lying on the ground. He was pounding Dylan's virgin mouth, prodding the back of his throat with his shaft. It didn't take long after that for Joe to mutter breathlessly through heavy pants and groans "I-I'm gonna... c-cum!" Dylan took Joe's dick all the way to the knot in and teased Joe's tail hole with his finger, which caused Joe to let out a feral roar, and spew load after load of thick, creamy, husky cum into Dylan's eager and hungry mouth. The taste of Joe's seed was strong and salty, which Dylan loved. He didn't let a drop of it spill out of his mouth, although it was a tough challenge to keep up with Joe's load. After a good minute, Joe began to soften and Dylan lick his cock clean. He lay on top of Joe, both of them out of breath. Joe licked Dylan's neck and wrapped his arms around Dylan. Dylan never wanted to leave this position, with Joe's broad chest under him, he could feel the soft warmth of his mate, and the big strong arms surrounding him made him feel secure. "Are you sure that was your first time?" Joe said, eyebrows raised. "Mhmm. I'm sure." Dylan said with a confident grin. Joe smiled and drew Dylan in for another kiss. "Mmm, I do taste good," Joe said with a laugh, after getting a taste of his seed from Dylan's mouth. Dylan laughed, and stared into Joe's big blue eyes again, which somehow seemed even more inviting than before. Joe frowned and said "Hey, not fair! You have all your clothes on and I'm naked" "Yeah, but I don't have the body of a Greek god." "I disagree," Joe said and made Dylan blush heavily. He took off Dylan's clothes and lay beside him, with his still semi-hard cock prodding Dylans tailhole. "Not tonight," Dylan said with a giggle, and stuck his tongue out. "Fine, tomorrow night?" "I'll have to think on that one." Dylan said while laughing. They both passed out in that position, Joe's arms keeping Dylan close like a child with a stuffed animal.