A Thing for Star - Chapter 3
#3 of A Thing For Star
Chapter III: A Missing Star
I was standing there, frozen in shock, for what seemed like forever. I was not sure what I felt; and all I could do was fall on my knees and cry. "Star!" I cried over and over again, in hopes he might hear and come back. But in my head I knew it was hopeless. I was reminiscing about him, his chest, legs, fur, face, and of course, his beautiful eyes that shone like a star. These thoughts took me into a hypnotic state, and I suddenly woke up when I felt a chill up my spine, a chill like many others Star had helped me with.
And so found myself alone, naked in Star's old home, rubbing my penis on the wall with the milk already squirting out like a hose with a thumb over it. I took this as a wake-up call that he wasn't coming back, and it hurt me like a wall of bricks. I let out a big sigh, and then started to walk back home. When I came to the river, I saw myself in its reflection. It was the first time I wasn't doing it happily, laughing, with Star. I decided to go back to Star's home and sleep there, partly because I had forgotten my clothes, but mostly because it was cold and the hooting owls and snakes were scaring me.
After less than three hours of rest, the sun was already high in the sky. I had slept here before, but Star and I always huddled together to keep warm. In the shivering cooled, I decided it was no use to stay and wait. I hung my head down low and walked to my air-conditioned house. Though in the winter the meadow by my mountain prospered because the sun now faces it, I could feel the gloominess like those dull summer days before I found Star. I did not like the bright flowers then, I was in no colorful mood. I looked ahead so I wouldn't see them, and in front of me a bush.
I started crying right then and there. It was the same bush I had originally met Star in. "Star!" I cried again, knowing it would do no good. I pulled myself together, and suddenly, in fit of anger, I kicked the bush with all the might I could muster. I heard a shriek, and I opened my eyes and I saw a bunny fly out. He was covered in mud and snow, so I was unable to tell if it was Star. At first I tried to avert his stare, but my efforts were luckily in vain. In a snap second after looking at his eyes, I yelled out "STAR!" at the top of my lungs and tackled him to give him a hug. "I thought you were gone forever!"
"I wanted to be," he started. "Didn't you get my note?"
"W-what?" I asked, avoiding the question because I couldn't read. "Why?"
"Well, sometimes I just feel like," he started. "L-like you just don't love me"
"Star," I said, reaching over to grab his shoulder. "Of course I love you."
"But you just don't do anything to show it." He said. "I mean I do all these wonderful things for you, and you don't do anything for me."
"Well, I want to," I began. "But I'm afraid I won't be any good at it"
"Don't you watch those cheesy romance films?" Star asked. "It doesn't matter how good you are, just that you do it together" We shared a look of acknowledgement, and without warning he grabbed my arm and dragged me back to his house. When we got there in no time at all, he lied down on his side and put me next to him facing his crotch. I wasn't sure what to do, so I just let him start and just followed him. I felt him unbuckling by jeans, and I felt my penis drop out. It was stubby and floppy like last time, but without comment I did the same to him.
This was the first time I saw his penis, and it was outstanding. I wasn't expecting anything like it, it went up past his belly button and was rock hard. I felt that mine had immediately also became hard, but it went nowhere near my belly button. Then I felt that he started sucking it, so I started sucking his. The very moment my lips tasted his ever-so-succulent penis, he started squirting out milk. He exploded so much; I couldn't even fit half of it in my mouth before he was close to done. The sheer feeling of his milk all over my mouth and face made me explode too, but nowhere near as much. He could easily fit all of it in his mouth with room to spare. I had heard a sigh of content from him, but for me it would not be enough. Looking for the right words or actions to show how great this felt, I ended up sleeping like a baby again, curled up in his arms.