Cumming Home
It had been a long day, and Jerry was tired. Working two jobs was sometimes a burden (for example, take his non-existant social life), but he had the next three days off from both jobs, so he was excited, at least, for that.
Home-life had been kindof shaky lately, and he supposed that that was to be expected, even though his parents, the former providers, had been deceased now for nearly a year and a half. They'd been loving parents and Jerry felt that on his own, he just wasn't up to snuff with loving his little brother, the shy little half-fox, his half-brother, Jake.
Jake was cute, too, so Jerry didn't get why he was shy. All of the girls at Jake's school liked him. Usually, cross-breeding went well, but in Jake's case, it had gone exceptionally well. Well, Jerry had quite the record with the ladies himself (being a fox-wolf had it's advantages too), but girls just melted when they looked into Jake's fox-feline face. Jerry suspected that even a few of the boys got wet over his little brother, like that friend he'd had over once or twice, not that Jerry cared. He'd had gay friends before, like the kangaroo he'd spent last summer around before the bills had started to really pile up.
Since he'd gotten his second job, his friends had just been sort of slipping away, not that he minded most of the time. It would just be another hassle in his already long and harassing days. He'd hated staying home from college at first, had even blamed Jake deep down in his secret heart, but now, he just felt lonely. He felt lonely at work, isolated at home, wishing he were a better friend and bid brother for jake as he entered his fourteenth year on the planet. He spent his life now in a rush, a blur of tired, worrisome emotions. Sometimes, in fact, he couldn't sleep at all. He just stayed up in bed, smoking gilreed after gilreed, filling his bedroom up with the musky odor of his smokes until his sheets stank and his breath was even worse. He supposed that-
"Hey, buddy, isn't this your stop?" the driver, an aging goat in a crisp bus-uniform asked him, pulling him out of his thoughts. He looked around.
"Oh, yeah, it is." He hesitated, feeling relief and gratitude for the driver, whom he'd asked to alert him to his stop when he'd originally gotten on after his long shift was over. It was late. Jake would have no doubt made dinner for himself by now and been long in bed. Oh well, he thought. There was always tomorrow to spend with Jake. He was on fall break or something himself, so the brothers could have time then. "Hey, man, thanks a lot. Really, I appreciate it."
The goat smiled up at him. "Take care now, ya hear?"
"I will. Thanks again."
The walk home, graciously, was short, and before Jerry knew it, he was reaching for the knob to the front door of his parent's three-story home. He found the door locked, but shuffled around for his key absently, unlocking the door, setting his coat on the coat-rack, his mind already occupied with thoughts of showers and soft beds.
The lights were off, but he didn't mind. He knew the layout of the house by heart. Maybe he used to bump into the coffee-table when he used to stumble home drunk on occasion, but that was back when he had a social life and back before he had sold his car to keep the lights and gas on.
He didn't mind though. The walk to the bus and from it was short, and it was always on time.
Padding down the hall to the stairs, he looked up at the floor above, wishing that things were like the old days when Jake and him had been little, and he could climb into bed with Jake. He felt that he needed some of that brotherly companionship right about now.
He was quiet, tall, sleek, soft, and walked down the dark stairway to the basement without making a sound. When he got to his landing, however, and his eyes adjusted to the dark a bit more, he saw a figure sitting facing away form him on the sofa he'd bought a few years ago, and smiled to himself when he heard Jake's deep breathing. Jake had tried to stay up for him and had fallen asleep on his couch. Maybe he'd just carry Jake to his bed, afterall, and let the little guy sleep.
Walking over through the lush carpetting, he bent over and put his arms around his little brother and squeezed him, thinking him asleep. A yelp met his ears, followed by a gasp and a struggle as the boy in his arms leaped away.
Suddenly, light flooded the room, and the boy standing on the other side of the sofa was not Jake. It was the boy that Jerry had taken for gay, the little mouse-boy from down the street. Jake was crouched near the lamp, his hand trembling on its cord. Both were stark naked, and both were sporting erections. The mouse-boy, Tommy, as it was, faltered in his boner, but Jake's was still throbbing. Jerry noticed that his muzzle was wet and suddenly understood what had been happening. Unreality washed over him. Nobody spoke for a long moment as all of their hearts beat too fast and too hard.
"Jerry, I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd be home and-" Jake said, tears welling in his soft green eyes as Jerry moved around the sofa (Tommy flinching backwards, his soft white fur almost pink with his blush) and sat slowly down. Jake crawled over to him on his knees, his erection (surprising in its girth, the mouse-boy's being even bigger, Jerry registered) fading, his tears spilling over, hugging his big-brother's knees, tail between his legs.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just thought that you'd be gone late and Tommy could come over. We've been dating for awhile and I was so scared to tell-"
Jerry grabbed him in a massive hug, his own eyes welling with tears. Jake ceased his pleading, carried up into Jerry's lap by his strong arms, both of them crying, Jake's yellowy-orange fur gleaming in the yellowy lamp-light. Jerry hugged his brother harder, and Jake hugged back, his nudity forgotten.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Jerry asked, his voice husky.
"I thought that-"
"Why didn't you tell me? I love you, Jake. Gods, I've been feeling us getting further and further apart and I hate it. I don't care if you're gay, Jake, I just want to be a part of your life."
"I'm sorry." Jake quieted, his tears starting anew at his brother's words. "I'm sorry." he added softly, the couple lapsing into silence.
Jerry pulled his brother away, feeling his soft fur on his own. He looked into Jake's green eyes with his own, yellowy ones. "How long have you guys been dating?"
"A few weeks now. Maybe a month or more. We haven't done anything yet." Tommy spoke up, the fox-breeds turning their heads over to him where he sat on the loveseat, forgotten.
Jerry stared, then looked at Jake and when Jake looked back, he hugged him. Then, he opened his left arm and beckoned to Tommy to come join them. The mouse-boy got up, blushing again, and came over to them. Jerry grabbed him roughly up and pulled him into his lap, hugging him, feeling the mouse's hardening member dig into his side. He laughed.
The boys looked at him, Jake confused, Tommy blushing. Jerry kissed Jake on the mouth, hugging his brother one-armed, and then, with a pause, turned his head and kissed the mouse full on the lips, too, hugging him with one arm, feeling the boy's cock throb against him, his fur silky and smooth. He ran his fingers up the boy's back, making the boy shudder and moan. He put a hand up over his mouth, Jake gaping down at his boyfriend's erection, his own dick pulsing, starting to get hard at the sight.
"Tommy..." he whispered, lowering his cute little head a bit, his yellowy hair falling over one eye. He swept it aside, not noticing that he did so.
Tommy blushed.
"It's okay. I don't mind." Jerry said. He barked a laugh. "I'm just so tired and delirious. I just want to keep hugging you guys forever."
He sank back into the sofa, resting his head. After a moment, Tommy kissed his cheek while Jake was hugging him, his head buried on Jerry's shoulder. Jerry's ears perked up and he turned his head, seeing the mouse smiling bashfully. He grabbed the back of the boy's head and brought his lips to his own. After a moment, he parted Tommy's lips with his skilled tongue and slurped on the boy's own. Tommy wriggled, his boner leaking pre.
"What are you guys doing??" Jake asked, half-accusing, half-amused, delirious from his scare and relief at his brother's catching them together.
Jerry broke his kiss, feeling that his pants were a bit tight for his liking just then. He noticed that Jake was hard, and without thinking, he pulled his brother down by the shoulder and stuck his brother's cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue over its girth, feeling it quiver. Jake gasped and moaned, his fingers digging into his brother's soft hair. "What are you..." he trailed off, lost in the moment. Tommy gaped at the sight. Then, moving closer towards Jake, he ran a hand down his boyfriend's fine fur.
Jerry sat up abruptly, dropping his arms.
"I'm sorry! Oh gods, I'm so sorry!" he yelled, but, looking down into Jake's face, he saw that the boy looked content, was biting his lower lip, was murring softly, and that the room smelled of his brother's musk. He looked at his brother and slowly lowered his face over his own until Jake grabbed it and lowered him into a kiss.
He arranged his body over Jake, pulling his brother into a passionate embrace.
Tommy moved off of the couch as they shifted and then back on, groping under Jerry, tugging at his crotch, his shyness suddenly lost in the moment.
Jerry pulled up briefly, the mouse's hand digging under his pants, and let a throaty moan escape his lips, cupping the boy's hands through his jeans. Then, he pulled his shirt up over his head and threw it away. Tommy was unzipping his pants as he went back to kissing the lust-dazed Jake. Before long, his pants were down and his cock was out, throbbing and pulsing in the boy's soft hand, his balls and ass being groped by the boy's other one, Jake's hands busy rifling through the fur on his back and his hair. Jake was writhing under him, and before he knew what he was doing, his hand was under his body, resting around Jake's leaking cock. Jake threw his head back as far as he could on the sofa and moaned, almost shouting, feeling his brother's hand tighten and move rythmically. Tommy moaned from somewhere behind him and a finger sunk into his crack under his tail.
Before he knew it, he was bolt-upright again, moaning in sheer ecstacy, wrapping a hand around the one wrapped around his cock. Jake was pulling him back down, looking up into his face expectantly, dazed. He submitted and was kissing Jake's neck and shoulders in no time, squirming and moaning into Jake's fur as the boy behind him worked another finger into his tailhole, massaging his prostate. He'd never felt anything so amazing and, working his way down, sucking on his brother's nipples, then his tummy, and then wrapping his muzzle around his pulsing tool, feeling his hair being groped again as Jake bucked his hips into his throat once, moaning and shivering, entirely lost to the experience.
He had moved lower to suck Jake's tasty cock (he couldn't remember pussy ever tasting that good, that sweet or salty or that slick with sweat and saliva) and he heard Tommy spit behind him. He felt wetness and his hole and just as he realized what was happening, the boy, Tommy, pushed his own rigid member into his ass.
He raised his head, shivering, his lower body afire, his hole tightening over the intrusion that did not stop its steady, slow progress deeper into the untapped recess of his virgin hole. He'd jacked off a few times with the kangaroo last year, but they'd never touched, nor had Jerry any desire to do so.
He bucked and writhed, his eyes shut tightly, feeling movement on the sofa, feeling the mouse bury his length to the hilt, his tailhole and prostate quivering in protest and absolute, intensified pleasure. Suddenly, Jake was under him, turned the other way, sucking the pre from his head. He called out nothing in particular, Tommy beginning to pull out and push in with steady, hard thrusts, moaning away his own chorus of pleasure.
He saw Jake's moist cock bobbin below him and lowered his mouth to it, swirling his tongue around the head, down the shaft, around his balls. Without thinking, he lifted the boy's hips and stuck his tongue into the boy's tailhole, licking and sucking and moaning into it as Tommy plowed away at his innards. He could feel the orgasm building and radiating out from his previously ignored prostate. He could feel the vibrations in his own dick as Jake moaned, his vocal cords vibrating his fleshy member.
Suddenly, Tommy pushed all the way in, further even than he had been previously, and moaned out a yell.
"Fuuuuck!" the mouse said, his dick actually pulsing. Jerry moaned, feeling his ass getting filled up from the inside, pulling Jake away from his cock, not wanting to cum with the joy of feeling the hot seed fill him up from behind.
The mouse lay back, panting, exhausted, pulling out of his lover's brother with a slick slopping sound, and gaped at the gaping tailhole that he'd just lost his virginity to, before it sucked itself closed, pink and tight. Tommy would never forget that experience for as long as he lived.
Jerry, lost to himself and the world, lay back himself, the mouse wrapping his sweaty arms around his chest, and pulled his legs up, holding open his ass, panting, eyes half-open, into his brother's eyes as they filled up with hungry understanding, breathing deeply in the smell of musk that was choking the warm room.
Jake didn't hesitate, bringing himself forward to embrace his brother in a kiss, Tommy's hands grasping his shoulders as Jake guided his slick dick up into his brother's moist, hot, still-tight hole, gasping out in a hearty moan, using Tommy's seed as lube to bury his tool.
Jerry nearly screamed in pleasure, too tired to bring his moan to any volume above any of those previous, shaking as his brother filled his no-longer-virgin-hole up a second time with warm, hard boy-meat.
Tommy shifted as Jake began to thrust, his tongue deep down Jerry's throat, all of their heads buzzing with musk and lust. Wrapping himself around Jerry's body, he pulled a hand down far enough to stroke Jerry's belly and chest fur, grinding his still-hard member into Jerry's back as he arched it, taking in his brother's length.
Jake began to stroke Jerry's throbbing cock between them.
"I'm gonna cum!" he panted, thrusting in deep within his brother as his dick began to pulse and shoot his seed. Feeling his tailhole being filled up with hot seed for a second time, this time, the seed being his little brother's, feeling Tommy's moan beneath him as the mouse's cock began to throb and shoot cum into Jerry's back, Jake's hand beating faster, Jake's moan filling his ears, he shot his own load up into his face, covering the arm of the sofa, the back of the sofa, his chest, Tommy's face and his own open maw with his own, hot seed, tasting it for the first time since he was Jake's age.
Exhausted, they all fell back into a heap, Jerry resting against Tommy (who was licking his own lips, tasting Jerry's cum for the first time), Jake laying on Jerry's panting chest, tired, satisfied, Jerry, full of cum, Jake still hard inside his throbbing, aching hole, feeling deeply satisfied and turned on more than any girl had ever gotten him, they all rested back, hot, sweaty, musky, two of them no longer virgins, one of them no longer a virgin in a new way, falling away into a deep and peaceful sleep, thoughts of embarassment and bills, school and blowjobs all forgotten in a cloud of heavy pleasure and satisfying exploration.
Just before Jerry fell into sleep, his arms wrapped around his little brother who'd pulled out and curled up on is chest, he thought that this three-day-weekend just might be the very best holiday he'd ever taken, and that maybe home-life wouldn't be so bad anymore, afterall.
And you know what? He was right on both counts.