Sorrow and Sadness by Cat Nyp

Sorrow and Sadness

Cat Nyp, Anal, Cub, Fox, M/M, Oral, Tiger

Warning. This story contains adult male on male interaction of sexual nature. All characters are copyrighted to me. Enjoy!

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I sat in an armchair in the corner of my mate's room, watching him sleep. The lion looked so innocent and angelic as he slept, his chest rising and falling with his steady breathing. His dark brown head fur, which normally hung down just past his shoulder blades, was cut short a little while back. It now hung to the base of his neck. His body was toned from regular workouts and his brownish-gold fur was so glossy. I cleaned him myself just earlier. I loved watching my love sleep. He said it made him uncomfortable, but my insomnia is incurable and my meds make me puke, so there wasn't much either of us could do.

I slouched a bit in the chair. John hated it when I did that, too. He said tigers don't look right when they slouch. I agreed, but I don't look right at all, anyway. I'm the only male tiger either of us has ever seen that still has a slim, feminine frame at 17 years old. Most of the tigers at school, especially the ones that lift weights with John, seem buff and muscular. I workout, but can't seem to build myself like the other tigers do. I consoled myself by maintaining the prettiest coat of fur and wearing only the latest fashions. John says I'd look good in anything, but that's a routine boyfriend bullshit phrase.

I paid a lot of attention to my orange and black coat. I groomed it carefully and used only the best fur shampoo. John thought it was stupid that I spent more on shampoo and grooming supplies than I did on anything else. I always said, "To have the best coat, you have to have the best supplies. He would just roll his eyes and shake his head. He looked so cute when he did that.

My reminiscing was interrupted by a knock at the door. It was followed by the entrance of a female raccoon dressed in white. When she saw me, she smiled sympathetically.

"Sorry, sweety, but visiting hours are over." She said in her Tennessean accent.

I nodded, picked up my jacket, and put it on. As I left the room, the nurse said, "Coming back tomorrow?"

She knew the answer before I gave it. "Yeah."

I had only been visiting John everyday for the past year and a half, ever since we were in that car accident. I can't remember much about it besides John's Malibu skidding out of control on that small, icy bridge and sliding into oncoming traffic. I had woken up in the hospital later. The doctor told me I was fine, and that John is too. He said John should wake up any minute. He was wrong. John never woke up. He fell into a coma.

I walked out of the hospital and started my walk home. It was dark out, but the sidewalk was well lit, so I didn't have much to worry about. I only lived three miles from the hospital, anyway. As I walked along, I wondered what it would be like if John never woke up. I told myself that I would never be part of another relationship. I would visit John everyday and talk to him about what was going on in the world, and reminisce about how great our lives were. We were one of those couple that everyone would hate to see break up. We were meant for each other, and got along very well. There weren't many who looked at us sideways for being gay. Our lives were so happy.

I began to cry. My tears slid down my cheeks and dripped onto my tight, red leather jacket. I turned into the park and sat at the nearest bench. This was the same park John and I had our picnics every Sunday. I drew my black leather clad legs up and wrapped my arms around them. I missed John so much.

My ear twitched at the sound of footsteps. I wiped my eyes hastily, and then looked in the direction of the sound. A fox dressed in grey sweats came into view. I recognized him. His name was Adam. He was a good friend of me and John in Jr. High, but his parents moved him to a nearby military boarding school when they found out he was gay. We hardly ever see one another now, except chance meetings when he's home for the summer. This would be one of those chance summer meetings.

I waved to him when he saw me, and he smiled. Jogging over, he stopped and sat next to me on the bench.

"Wassup, James?" He asked. He was one of those "skater punks" before the school switch, and his language hasn't changed.

"Not much, Adamantium." Adamantium was one of his nicknames. It's a long story.

"Whatcha doin'?" He asked, trying to spark a bit of conversation.

"Just finished visiting John." I replied.

"Oh. Um...is he alright?" He asked.

"He's as good as he can be." A tear welled up in my eye before I could stop it. I just hope he didn't see.

He did. "What's wrong, man?"

I started to cry again. "I really miss him." I sobbed.

Adam sighed and hugged me close. I was a good bit taller than him, and he isn't very big, but his embrace was really comforting.

"It's alright. John's a strong guy. He'll pull through."

I couldn't talk anymore. I was too choked up. Adam began to run his paw through my ebony head fur. We sat there for a while like that. Adam spoke after several minutes of silence.

"Come on, we gotta get you to the house."

Adam and I walked all the way to my house together. He told me about how life at the boarding school was going and mentioned some funny stories.

"One time, Josh, he's this hot bunny I met, told me to meet him by the fountain in the courtyard at two in the morning. When I got there, he led me over to the auto-mechanics shop and showed me this hot rod he and some friends were working on. He asked me if I wanted to look at the interior, and when I said yeah, we got in the back seat. Now, I was ready for some good sex, but when we got in, he whipped his thing out and I couldn't help but laugh. It was so small! I think I hurt his feelings, but I made it up to him. After all, it's not the size that counts, but how you use it."

We chuckled a bit, before falling silent once more. Adam looked around and then frowned.

"Um...James?"

"Yeah?"

"Is it alright if I crash at your house?"

"Why?"

"Um...I wasn't actually jogging for the workout. I...uh...kinda ran away."

"Well, it wasn't the first time," I thought to myself. "Why did you run this time?" I spoke aloud.

"My mom and dad were fighting again. My mom wants to put me back in public school because she misses me during the school year and Bishop Military Academy costs too much. My dad is afraid I'll start bringing boys home and having sex with them if I move back to public school. He doesn't realize that I've hade more sex at Bishop then I ever would in public school. Almost every guy at Bishop is gay."

I thought for a moment, and then replied, "Sure, you can crash at my house."

He nodded, and we walked the rest of the way home in silence. All the lights in my house were off when we arrived. My house isn't small at all. My dad is the owner of the city's biggest bank, and my mom works in pediatrics at the children's hospital, so my family is pretty rich. The house is a two story building with six bedrooms and four bathrooms. We walked around the house and past the Olympic sized pool and into the pool house. This is me and John's little space. It's a two bedroom one bathroom building with a large living room, dining room, kitchen combo.

I took off my red leather jacket and hung it on the rack and removed my black suede shoes.

"The bathroom is in the hall on your right, the door in the middle. The computer room is on the right and the bedroom is on the left. Make yourself at home." I said.

Adam looked around in awe at the velvet furniture and tropical plants that decorated the room. His eyes went wide at the 52" plasma flat-screen TV. Shaking his head, he snapped back to reality.

"Um...is it alright if I take a shower?" He asked.

"Sure." I answered. "You got some clothes besides those sweats?"

"Shit! No, but I can get some in the morning. I have a gym bag full of clothes under a bush in the park, I just forgot it."

"Okay."

Adam proceeded into the bathroom. I went into my room and removed my black tee, leather pants, silk socks, and black silk boxers, and then walked over to the closet. It was a large walk-in closet, but it was still just big enough to hold my clothes and John's. There were so many clothes that we had to arrange them on hangers and in shelves and bins. I rummaged through and decided on some cute black silk panties with pink frills, a very short pink skirt, and a tight white tank top that stopped just below the ribs. The shirt said "sexy" in pink letters outlined in gold glitter. John loved it when I wore this outfit.

I walked out of the closet and closed the door before walking over to my jewelry box. I put a few ornate, expensive rings on my fingers, a diamond stud in my right ear, and a jade ring in my navel. Then, I took out my lacquered chopsticks and wrapped my long, black hair into a Chinese bun.

I went into the living room and turned on the TV. This was my nightly routine, now. After I got home from visiting John, I always did the same thing. I flipped to the QVC channel and bought useless stuff for outrageous prices. Penny, a pretty female mink, stood behind a table and talked about how this perfume set would enhance the natural beauty of anyone wearing it. "Sorry, Penny," I thought, "But I already have plenty of your perfume."

About twenty minutes later, Adam stepped out of the bathroom totally nude, rubbing his short, red head fur with a towel.

"Hey, James! Can I borrow some clothes?"

"Sure." I said, not taking my eyes off of the TV. I was trying to decide whether or not to buy the samurai sword set a Chinese dragon was talking about. "Use whatever you like."

I picked up the phone and dialed the toll-free number at the bottom of the screen. A pretty-voiced female picked up the phone.

"Hello? I would like to make a purchase." I said.

"Tell me the item number, please."

"It's 3962406."

"And what customization would you like for your samurai swords, sir?"

"Could I get the jade handles and steel sheathes please?"

"Of course, sir. May I have your credit card number?"

I gave her the number and she told me to expect my swords to arrive in two weeks.

"Thank you, ma'am." I said before hanging up the phone.

"What did you buy?" Adam asked as he jumped over the back of the couch to land right next to me. When I heard his voice, I had thought, "He dressed fast!" but when I saw him, I realized why. All he was wearing was some Spongebob boxers that John bought me. They were a little tight on me, but they fit Adam very well.

"Just some swords. Why aren't you dressed?" I asked.

"Well, seeing as how it's about eleven, I was gonna go to bed so we can wake up early and do some stuff, but if you wanna go to the club, that's fine, just hold on." He started to get up.

"Go to the club? Where did that come from?" I asked, looking at him like he was crazy.

"Well, you're all dressed up, I thought you were goin' clubbin'. Where are you goin'?" He sat back down a little closed than I would have liked him to.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm just gonna watch some TV, check my e-mail, and play computer until you wake up tomorrow morning."

"Aren't you gonna sleep?"

"Adam, I have insomnia, remember?"

"But you have meds, don't you?"

I looked around guiltily.

"Let me guess," Adam looked at me like I did something really wrong, "You haven't been taking your meds."

"Adam, they make me sick to my stomach. Before I take them, my insomnia keeps me awake. After I take them, the nausea keeps me awake. There's no point."

"Don't you get really tired?"

"I drink lots of tea." I said in a "that's final" tone.

Adam got the message and sat quietly, watching me flip channels. I got bored of QVC and switched to Cartoon Network. They were playing a movie, Space Jam. I didn't particularly like the movie, and about ten minutes later, switched the channel again. Adam got up and looked around the room. He walked over to the stereo entertainment system I bought John for his birthday and flipped it on. He switched it to FM radio and tuned in to his favorite station.

Some radio commercial was wrapping up, then some lady said, "And now, more of today's hits on 103.9 YIFF FM."

A slow piano intro made me turn off the TV and turn up the stereo. I knew this song. It was my favorite song.

"Baby, you're all that I want

When you're lying here in my arms.

I'm finding it hard to believe

We're in heaven.

Love is all that I need

And I found it there in your heart.

It isn't to hard to see

We're in heaven."

I got up and started to fix some green tea and tuned the song out because I knew that, if I listened to it, I would start to cry again. I had first heard the song after the first time John and I made love when we were 14. It was before I moved into the pool house with John. We were lying in my bed with our arms around each other. He had just finished loving me up and 103.9 was already playing. We were lying on our sides, facing each other, and his cock was still in me. We fell asleep to this song. It was the first time I fell asleep without having to take my meds and vomit.

I sipped on my tea as I walked toward the computer room.

"Where are ya goin'?" Adam asked.

"Follow me. You'll see."

We walked into the room together and Adam's jaw dropped. Against the far wall was a full sized DDR arcade machine.

"Would you like to play some DDR, Adam?"

Adam nodded. "Dude, this is totally awesome!"

I had set it so that one needs not deposit money, but just press the Decide button.

We pressed Decide and chose our style and difficulty settings, then I chose Tsugaru and we danced. Adam was on light mode and could hardly pass anything we played. I was on heavy and never scored below a B. Once, Adam even fell down. We laughed so hard I almost missed a step. Almost.

We played for about an hour when Adam said, "How about we make a wager on the next song."

"Like money?" As if I needed any.

"No. Like this, if I win, we go to your room and have a little fun."

I thought for a minute. Adam looked good, but he wasn't John. I hadn't had anything in a year and a half, and my body yearned for it. I had to concentrate hard on not getting horny. I really didn't want to risk it. I didn't want anyone but John. But Adam wasn't very good. I would have to make some major mistakes and he would have to do incredibly well on light mode to win.

"What the heck. Sure. But if I win, you will never come on to me again."

"Agreed." Adam said. "I pick the song."

I stepped back as Adam chose the song. He took forever, but finally stopped on a song entitled "Can't Stop Falling in Love, Speed Mix."

"Are you ready?" I asked.

"Not quite." He said. Walking to the back of his pad, he stepped on the down arrow four times, rapidly. This switched him to heavy mode. Then he hit decide.

He had tricked me. When the song finished and the scores added up, sure enough, he won. We were exhausted, and we started laughing.

"You bitch!" I laughed. "You made me think you were horrible, then tricked me into that bet!"

"You know...I always did like you." Adam said seriously.

I stopped laughing and noticed he was staring straight into my eyes. I looked away quickly.

"Let's get this over with." I was a man of my word, and I couldn't back down, even though I wanted to so bad.

We walked out of the computer room and I headed for the living room.

"The bedroom is over there, right?" Adam asked.

"Yeah, but if you really want to do this, it will be on the couch. I will not sleep with anyone but John in our bed."

Adam nodded. I walked over to the couch and removed the velvet seat cushions. Underneath was a hideaway bed. I set the hideaway up and began to disrobe.

"So that's it? No foreplay?"

As I pulled of the last bit of clothing, I said, "You said you'll have fun. You can do whatever. Just hurry up."

He shrugged and pulled of the boxers he was wearing. I lied down on the bed and waited. Adam crawled up beside me and straddled my waist.

"Now, I want you to try to have fun. You know, feel me up or whatever. Please don't act all lifeless."

I sighed and shook my head. "Alright."

Adam leaned in and planted his muzzle on mine, kissing me passionately. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth when his tongue probed and let him play with my own tongue. He ran his paws up my sides and onto my chest. Finding my nipples, he began to rub them. His leathery paw pads felt so good against the pink skin. I tried to steel myself, but Adam knew just where to touch to loosen me up and make me feel good.

He pulled his muzzle back and kissed my cheek, then my neck. He started to nibble on the fur and flesh on my neck in a very sexy manner. As much as I was angry with him, he really was turning me on and making me feel good. He ran his paws back down to my hips as he began to work his way down my body with kisses and licks. When his muzzle reached my chest, he latched on to one of my nipples. He nibbled it, suckled it, and swirled his tongue around it deliciously. My hard member began to poke him in the belly, and he giggled.

He pulled off of my nipple and said, "Getting excited, are we?"

I refused to answer him. I just wished he would hurry up. He began to move downward again. His next stop was at my navel. He suckled on it and played with the jade belly ring. He started to lick it and it tickled. I couldn't stop the ensuing giggle.

"Finally having fun?" He asked.

"No. It just tickled."

"Ticklish, James?"

He began to tickle my sides with his fingers and I burst out laughing.

"Stop!" I cried when I could breath. "Please stop!"

He did, laughing. "Having fun now?"

"Please, just hurry up and be done." I begged him, a tear welling up in my eye.

"Okay, okay."

He went back to teasing my navel a bit, before moving lower. My cock was at its full eight and a half inches, and Adam put his paws around it. His paw pads felt so good against the sensitive flesh. He stroked it up and down, eliciting a moan from me. I began to leak pre and he slicked his paws up and was able to really work me. As I felt my climax building, he stopped. Placing his paws on either side of my cock, he began to lick my cock head. His rough tongue felt so good, I couldn't help a little moaning. He lowered down further, engulfing my cock with his warm, wet muzzle. He bobbed up and down slowly, working his tongue all over my penis, causing sensations even John hadn't brought me to experience. My back arched when my orgasm hit, spilling my seed into Adam's mouth. He gulped the gooey fluid down as quickly as I gave it. As the orgasm ebbed, I gulped in air and tried to relax.

Adam was rock hard and ready for action. He backed away from my cock and lifted my legs. Placing his seven and a half inch foxhood against my tight anus, he looked up at me.

"Are you ready?"

I just nodded. He wasn't going to use lube, a condom, or anything, but I didn't care. He pressed forward slowly, his cock pushing past my protesting asshole. He didn't stop his slow forward motion until his thighs hit my ass cheeks and his balls hit the base of my tail. He stopped for a moment and savored the warmth and tightness that was my ass. He began a slow rhythm of humping that caused me to give quiet groans as his cock rubbed against my prostate. It had been so long since I felt that wonderful feeling. My eyes had been closed and I was taken back to the first time John and I yiffed. Adam began to pick up the pace, turning my groans into gasps of pleasure. I was getting hard again from the feeling. Adam was breathing hard, sucking in air and huffing it back out. When his orgasm hit, I could feel his cum spurting out of his cock and coating my insides. John had lasted longer, and had given me more pleasure, but Adam wasn't John.

Staying inside of me, Adam rolled onto his side, causing me to do the same. He held me close, and instinctively, I held him. He reached onto the end table behind him and turned on the stereo. It was still set to 103.9. It brought us right into the middle of a slow piano intro.