Sorrow and Sadness: Part Two
Warning: This story contains mature situations pertaining to same sex intimacy. That, of course, is the main attraction. I just ask that, those of you who are underage, do not blame me if you are caught reading this material. Thank you.
Also, the song, "Heaven" is not an original work of mine, but belongs to someone else. Here, I give them due credit.
The characters ing this story are copyrighted to their players and may be used only with permission from me. Thank you, again.
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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.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I thought about the events of the night before.
"How could you betray such an angel?" I berated myself. "He loved you and you loved him, then you go off and sleep with a friend! Your boyfriend, your mate, the object of your total and unconditional love is lying in a coma and you fuck some cute fox! You slut! You could have said no! You could have broken your word, just this once, for John. But no, you went along! And you liked it! Don't lie to yourself! You LOVED it!"
Sobs wracked my body. The tears which were now flowing freely down my cheeks were dripping onto the same white tank top I had worn last night. I had awoken that morning to find Adam gone without a trace. I felt like a wretched creature, like something not worth John's love.
I stood, preparing to leave, when John's heart monitor flat-lined. I looked back in horror at the blinking machine before yanking the door open and yelling for the nurse. I was so terrified. Then, I heard a soft voice behind me.
"Not so loud, James." Came a soft whisper.
I turned around and saw John smiling and looking at me with half-closed eyes.
"I think I accidentally unplugged something when I scratched my belly." He said.
I looked, and, sure enough, one of the connectors on his heart monitor was disconnected. I looked back at his smiling face and new tears welled up. His smile faded and was replaced with a look of concern.
"What's wrong, Tiger?" He asked.
The nurse came in at that moment and asked frantically, "What's going on?"
"He accidentally unplugged his monitor." I said.
The female raccoon nodded, then walked over and reconnected the plug. She checked John over, which gave me time to compose myself. I hoped John would forget I was crying.
The doctor was called, and he gave John some tests to see how he was. His body was somewhat lax, but that is to be expected after lying in a bed for a year and a half. He assured us that it wouldn't be long before he was up and running again. His memory was perfect. He hadn't forgotten anything, but he did confirm that people in comas aren't aware of their surroundings. He said he was dreaming of me the whole time.
I turned away when he said this. I had to concentrate to keep the tears from coming again. The doctor gave us some information concerning exercises and diet for John, as well as a wheelchair. He said John shouldn't try to walk right away. Halfway home, however, John said, "Fuck that!" and got out of the chair. He always was stubborn.
The rest of the walk home took forever. John could hardly walk and refused to use the wheelchair. He said it made him feel weak. He asked about what had happened during the year and a half that he was out and I filled him in. Furs had new boyfriends and girlfriends, some teachers are still bitches, and I really missed him.
We were right outside the door of the pool house when he asked the question I was dreading.
"And you didn't go with anyone while I was out cold?" He asked.
I started to cry. "I'm so sorry! John, I love you, but I..." I couldn't continue.
"What? What's wrong?"
"I tried to stay true!" I cried, "I love you so much! But last night, after I visited you, I ran into Adam..." I told him the entire story, not leaving out even the minutest detail. "I'm so sorry!" I bawled for a time while John thought over what I said.
"Listen, James...I know you love me, and I love you, too, but a year and a half is a long time to wait. I understand completely and I forgive you." John came forward and embraced me.
I cried into his shoulder as he held me close to himself. His paw gently rubbed my back and he nuzzled my head with his cheek. Taking my shoulders in his paws, he pushed me to arms length and looked into my eyes.
"You really feel bad, don't you?"
"Of course! I can't believe I did that! I'm so sorry!" I cried.
"Listen, I said I forgive you, why do you insist on crying a river? I know what you need..." He grinned mischievously, "...Let's go to New Beginnings!"
I smiled and John wiped away my tears.
"I haven't been out to drink in a while. Okay, we'll go, just let me change first." I said.
John hung his head and sighed. He knew what "changing" meant, and it wasn't changing. First I took a long shower, which John took part in. He tried to coax me into some play, but when he did, I felt really bad, like I didn't deserve him. After the shower, I dried off and went into the closet to find an outfit. John also picked out an outfit.
"I don't remember these." He said, holding up a pair of loose fitting Faded Glory brand jeans.
"I bought them while you were asleep. I bought you a lot of stuff while you were asleep..." I said, falling into deep thought about how lonely it felt to go shopping without John criticizing the outrageous prices of the clothes I bought us. I was brought back down to earth when John found the price tag I forgot to remove from the pants.
"$60!!! Why not buy the whole fucking store! I could have gotten a pair of perfect Levi's for $20!" He shouted. Yeah, that's what I missed.
I extended one of my claws and cut the tag off, then suggested a shirt.
"Gray Nautica shirt right there. Yeah, that one." I pointed.
He slipped them on over his black silk boxers and turned to me.
"How do I look?"
"Hawaiian shell choker, American Eagle hat, and your Birkenstocks." I said, not even looking.
I donned some denim flares that were really tight on the hips, a tight white shirt with the Playboy Bunny in pink on the front, and some nice pink Nike tennis shoes. I had left my jade belly ring in, but removed the diamond studs in my earlobes in favor of a golden ring on the top of my right ear.
Finally, I walked over to my jewelry box and put on several ornate rings and a 4 karat diamond choker. I looked through my selection of contacts and chose some prismatic ones to replace my normal ones with. Depending on the light's angle and other variables, these would change color.
"I'm ready!" I said.
Walking out to the kitchen, I grabbed my wallet and searched through it for my "special" ID. I didn't need to take any money with me. John had his wallet, and I had already filled it with money and credit cards, so we were safe. All I needed to carry was my ID.
"I can't find it!" I said, throwing my wallet down onto the table.
"Did you check your purse?" John asked.
I thought for a moment, then walked into my room and returning with my purse. I fished out my other wallet and, sure enough, there it was.
"Okay, now I'm ready." I said.
We didn't walk. John wasn't strong enough to walk the entire way. Instead, I got the keys to the Shelby Cobra from the house. After waiting for my mother and father to quit asking John questions and telling him how glad they are that he's awake, we left.
The bouncer at the door scrutinized our IDs for what seemed like eternity before he let us in. New Beginnings hired a new bounder while John was asleep. Once inside, we made our way to the bar.
"What would you two like, friends?" The kind cheetah asked.
"Bud Lite, if you would." John said.
"And I'd like a Margarita with extra Worcestershire sauce, please." I said.
Who we though was the evening entertainer, a cute skunk male, stepped off of the stage and the host walked on.
"It's Karaoke night, here at New Beginnings! Anyone who can carry a tune, come to the stage without delay!" The griffin said.
"He wants to sing!" John said, pointing to me.
"What! Uh...Um..." I mumbled.
"Come on up!" The griffin said.
John pulled me up out of the seat and pushed me gently towards the stage.
"You feel bad about what you did? Make it up by singing to me!"
I felt scared. I had sung to John before, but it was in private. I didn't think I was any good. I reached the stage and took the microphone from the griffin. My head swam as I thought of what to do. The pianist began to play an upbeat love song whose name I couldn't remember when an idea struck me. I walked calmly over to the musician and whispered a question in his ear. He nodded and began looking through his music.
"Before I start, let me dedicate this song to John, the object of my undying love."
The pianist found the music and looked at me for a signal to begin. I nodded to him and he began a slow piano intro.
"Oh, thinkin' about our younger years
There was only you and me
We were young and wild and free
Now nothing can take you away from me
We've been down that road before
That's over now
You keep me comin' back for more
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
And lovin' is all that I need
And I'm finally there in your heart
It isn't too hard to see,
We're in heaven"
When I finished, the crowd erupted into applause. John was laughing. He stood up, and others began to follow suit until the entire bar was standing and clapping. I handed the microphone to the griffin and made my way to John, receiving many pats on the back.
"Now that's a hard act to follow!" I heard the griffin say.
When I reached John, I flung my arms around him and kissed him. His first reaction was shock, and then he wrapped his arms around me we kissed passionately. The clapping increased at this point.
"I love you, John."
"I love you, too"
We sat down and held hands while we drank. The next fur was up on stage in no time, but was really interesting was the visitor to our table. A huskey, all dressed up in expensive silk, sat down at our table opposite us.
"Hello. My name's Tyler. Listen, I'm gonna get straight to the point. My boss has me hang around karaoke bars and other establishments during karaoke nights to try and find good singers. I'm a talent scout. I think you may have what it takes to be a star."
John and I looked at each other, and then burst into laughter.
"I doubt anyone would buy a CD of a gay singer!" I laughed.
"Well, by the reaction of tonight's crowd, I would beg to differ." Tyler said, looking at his watch. "I have to go now. Here's my card. Call me when you make your decision, be it yes or no."
Then, he got up and left. Instead of getting drunk, like we had planned, we ended up leaving shortly after him. Once, back to the house, I pulled the card out of my pocket and looked at it intently.
"Do you think he was serious?" I asked John.
"It's not thinking time." John said. "It's yiffing time."
I put the card back into my pocket with a smile, and began to disrobe while walking to our room. We left a trail of discarded garments behind us and were totally naked when we reached the bed. John opened up a drawer on the bedside lamp stand and retrieved the KY. As he began to unscrew the lid, I grabbed his paw.
"No." I said.
Pushing him onto his back on the bed, I replaced the KY and kneeled between John's legs. His cock was just starting to peek out of its full sheath. Placing my tongue at the base of his scrotum, I began to lick my way up to his cock head. I retraced this path twice more before John's full ten inches was bobbing in front of my face. Placing my right paw on his hip and the left on his thigh, I engulfed his cock. I started off slow, bobbing two inches down, one inch up. Using my upper lip to cover my upper teeth and my tongue to cover my lower ones, I made my muzzle into a tight ring. About three quarters of the way down, his cock head rammed into the back of my throat. I was ready and didn't gag. Adjusting my position, I began to bob lower again, his cock sliding down my throat. I also started to swallow with each downward motion, using my throat muscles to stimulate his cock. John was moaning and groaning through this and had just put his paws behind my head. He roared, the sound shaking the room as he came deep into my throat. I swallowed jet after jet, slowly sliding up off of his cock. I had done this so many times in the past that it was like riding a bicycle. I never forgot. The timing was perfect. The last jet of cum splashed my tongue as I removed his throbbing penis from my mouth. Instead of swallowing the gooey substance immediately, I savored the taste.
John sat up, breathing hard. Reaching behind my head, he pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss. I sighed into his muzzle as our tongues tickled and tasted each other. Pulling back, we gazed into to each other's eyes. My own bright emerald orbs stared into his. His eyes were so beautiful. A light grayish-blue, they were, like the sky over the ocean after a fierce storm almost destroys one's boat. One lies on the deck, staring at the sky, contrasting its current beauty with its previous ferocity. That's the way John's eyes are.
I crawled from between John's legs onto the bed, straddling his waist. My eyes never moved, but they stayed watching his own. Without braking eye contact, I lifted my tail and spread my cheeks for his still hard member. Spreading my legs a bit further apart, I slid slowly down onto his shaft until it was pressing hard against my tight ring. Closing my eyes, I hissed in pain as I slid quickly down his cock, all the way to the base. We both sat still, allowing me some time to adjust to the sheer size of John's penis.
Using my knees, I raised my self up about halfway off of his cock, and then back down all the way. His cock rubbed deliciously at my prostate. John sat up and held me in a tight embrace. Then, he stood and turned around, laying me on the bed. Pulling my legs over his shoulders, he began to thrust. In he shoved and out he pulled, his cock rubbing so delightfully against my insides. I moaned with pleasure, my own hard member begging for release.
John took my meat in his paws, the feel of his paw pads against the sensitive flash sending a shiver up my spine. He began to work me hard, rubbing my cock in time with his thrusts. My body heaved with every breath as I was pounded, in every sexually possible meaning of the word. I tightened my muscle whenever John started to pull out, causing him to groan with pleasure. John closed his eyes, clamped his jaw shut, and grunted when his second orgasm hit, filling my bowels with his thick cream.
He stopped pawing me off when his orgasm hit. When he finished riding it out, instead of resuming his manual stimulation of my genitalia, he helped me to my feet and bent over the bed. I smiled as I positioned my rod at the entrance to his tailpipe. He yipped, like always, as I forced entry, my spines scratching his insides tantalizingly. I curled my arms around him, held my paws to his chest, and wrapped my right leg over his own right leg.
I started humping with a moderately quick pace, licking his back with each trust. My paws massaged his chest as I used my right leg to pull me into him with more force than I would have otherwise been capable of using. We were both moaning loudly and dripping sweat. There was nothing I missed more than these sweet love-making sessions, except the afterglow, when John would coo sweet love-words into my ear as we drifted to sleep.
I began to breath very hard as I felt my climax approaching. Soon, my body tensed and I thrust deep into my love's rear and deposited my seed. I continued to thrust until all of the fluid was drained. Slowly, I let my leg down and stepped back. John was bent over, leaning on the bed with his arms. Reaching over, he pulled the covers down, and then slid into the bed with his back towards me, still. He rolled onto his other side to face me and patted the bed, wishing me to lie with him. I was pleased to oblige. I crawled into the bed and rolled next to him so that we were spooning.
"James. I love you so much. I don't give a flying fuck if you yiffed Alex. I couldn't care less, really. As long as you still love me as much as I love you, nothing else matters. You don't have to worry about anything. I'm not mad at you. I can never be truly mad at you. You're my angel."
I looked over my shoulder at him, tears in my eyes.
"While I was asleep, I dreamed of only you. I told you that, right? Anyways, there you were, all dressed in white and glowing like a fluorescent light. I was chained up to a wall and you were just out of my reach. You kept telling me that you loved me and you wanted me to hold you. I kept telling you that I couldn't reach you. You said that I had to come to you, that our love breaks all bonds. I would have believed you, but I doubted. My parents hated me because of us. People always look sideways at us, wondering how furs could be so queer. We aren't accepted everywhere like Visa or MasterCard." I giggled a little at his joke. "But after a while, I realized, what does it matter? Who cares if my parents never speak to me again? Who cares if the whole world looks at us funny? Who cares if we're not accepted anywhere but in our own home? We'll still have what the rest of the world covets..."
John hugged me close and kissed the back of my neck.
"We'll have true love."
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