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The following is a work of original gay furotica by me David Bennett. Any characters with the exceptions of Real people, or the characters of Neil, Micah, Khris, Hillary, Lindsay, Collin, and Elijah are my characters. The aforementioned names are characters of Kitsune25 and are used at her permission. You can use my characters if you ask me first.

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"LOOK OUT!" Came a voice from above. My eyes opened, and looked just in time to see a rather large crate, plummeting towards me at an alarming rate. Rather than guess what was inside, I leaped forward, rolling out of the way across the sidewalk, hearing a tremendous crashing sound behind me. As I stopped the roll, I checked myself to make sure that nothing was hurt. I was fine, my tail fur may have been a bit ruffled, but that was all. I spun on the heel of my foot to see a crate holding several thick looking metallic boxes. The wood that was holding them all inside had been sundered beyond recognition, and was by no means salvageable. I breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly I was being spun around, a fat and greasy looking male was checking me over. He was an Italian Greyhound, which boggled me, because usually they were in better shape than what I saw. The man was balding on the top, but a long bowl of long hair in the back reminded you that he was once a strong and healthy male. His gut, which gave him the oddest shape, sagged horribly over his belt.

"Renee, are you-a alright?" Said the Greyhound in his thick Italian accent.

"I'm fine Mr. Pesti. It missed me." I said lazily.

"Are you-a sure. That-a thing could crush-ed you!" He said, holding up his fingers pressed together like an Italian does when they talk about the flavor of something.

"For that last time Mr. Pesti I am fine!" I said. I turned around and looked in the reflective windows of the building to look at myself. I was wearing the "Adrian De Pierce" look, a skintight black sports bra, and black tights that covered my entire lower region, and boots. I was working out that morning, and Asher and Rowdy had just left me in the dust, when the damned crate fell. Mr. Pesti and I looked up and saw some people looking out a window with worried looks on the faces. Pesti shook a fist in their direction and barked at them.

"HEY, yous-a coulda crushed my fav-orita customer! You shoulda all be lock-ed up!" He started to shout. I groaned and waged my tail and walked away, I tossed my braided hair aside, and walked inside, and took the elevator to the top. Asher and Rowdy may think that they can run faster and longer than me, but I was smarter. I decided to take advantage of the empty apartment!

Upon reaching my floor, there in the hallway was Felcher - err -Fletcher, waiting outside my door. What the hells did he want now? The odd thing was, that he was dressed better than I had ever seen him dress. Unlike the thick and nerdy plastic glasses I normally saw him wear, he was wearing conservative looking wire-rimmed ones. He was wearing blue jeans, and a brown sport coat, with a nice white button-up shirt underneath. I was shocked, for the miserable bastard had even pulled his ears back into a ponytail.

Fletcher was holding a metal clipboard, and was tapping his foot. I walked over, scratching my groin bulge that was so well defined you could probably make out the individual hairs of my scabbard. I smiled cheekily and sappily as I stood next to him.

"I see that you are waiting for me, what is it you want Fletcher." I said through my teeth.

"I've taken about a week to think about that incident with you and Neil right here in the hallway. I want to let you know that I won't tolerate another display like that again." He said in a bored, passive voice.

"What's the matter with you Fletcher. Every time something good happens to me, you shit on me. Is there something I don't know? Are you jealous or something?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest. Fletcher nearly gagged and stepped back in horror; it was either poor acting or genuine repulsion on his part.

"ME? JEALOUS! HOW ABSURD!" He said as he turned away from me and stormed down the hallway, shoulder checking an older man as he walked by. I put a hand over my mouth and ran over to the man, who was holding his back.

"Oi, my back." He said, holding his back.

"Devil save us..." I muttered. "Can you move?" I asked.

"I-I don't know..." He said, grasping around.

"What's with me and elderly people?" I thought to myself as told him to lay there while I called an ambulance. I then stayed by the old man's side as they arrived to check the old man out. Just then, I saw the visage of a familiar police officer stepping out of the elevator with the EMTs. It was officer Mitchell. I sighed with relief and stood back up to face him.

"Thank Lucifer you're here. I can't take more of this shit." I said, folding my arms again.

"What happened to him." Mitchell asked, moving his ears forward. I pointed to the old man and then towards the door.

"Mr. Fletcher shoulder checked him."

"Mr. Fletcher? The Owner? Why would he do that?" Mitchell asked as he pulled out a small palm pilot to write this down.

I shrugged and made a disconcerted face. "Hates me I guess, and decided to take it out upon this guy here."

Mitchell nodded and made a few quick notes. "Well, so that's your story?"

"Yeah, that's it." I said, shrugging.

"Alright, that's really all I need. Not much more that I can think of."

I scratched my head and looked at him. "Are you sure? Just one question? I mean, Fletcher did shoulder check an elderly individual, shouldn't you be asking me more?" I asked, puzzled.

"No, this is open and shut. Fletcher will receive a citation for his actions."

"A CITATION!" I almost shouted. He shushed me and put a hand over my muzzle, as I folded my arms. "A citation," I whispered now. "That's ridiculous. A man assaults a senior citizen out of sheer petulance and all he gets is a citation? Mitchell, come on, you know that he deserves-"

Mitchell grunted to signal me to silence. I did, and listened to what he had to say. "Look, Mr. Fletcher has a lot of influence, and knows people. I can't really arrest him yet per-say, it depends on how good his lawyer is."

I had heard enough. I sighed and pushed my way past him. I walked into my room, opened the door, and closed it softly. I was pissed off, a little horny for some reason, and tired.

"Fletcher gets a citation?" I asked myself as I slowly stripped my footwear off and laid on the couch. I turned over, and grabbed the remote as I put in a good porn...watching some of my friends have sex was just what I needed. They were a pair of hairless Catlings, and boy were they kinky. I pulled my cock out of my pants, and slowly began to stroke myself, watching the pair on TV fuck. As the images intensified, so did my masturbating. Before long, I shot my load all over the hardwood floor, and had groaned happily. I didn't bother to clean it up; I let it dry as I slowly drifted off to sleep.

Asher and Rowdy were polite enough to drag a blanket from my room and cover me up as I slept. I hadn't really got a decent sleep in days. I was working double down at the Dojo, and the thought that the bestial film shoot was around the corner was arousing and frightening at the same time. I dreamt a long and peaceful sleep, until around 5 in the evening. I yawned wide, realizing now that Bob had fallen asleep with his head on my groin, a sleep position of affection and protection. What had woken me up? Usually it takes something to wake me up, or I'd sleep for a week. Just then the phone behind me rang...so that was it.

I reached awkwardly around and picked up my old cordless and answered it.

"Y'ello?" I asked in my tired slur.

"Ne-ne?" Came an elderly female voice. My eyes shot open in a flash and went as wide as dinner plates. If I were in a cartoon, you would have heard glass shatter when that happened.

"M-mom?" I asked tentatively, not quite sure if it was her.

"Yes son, it's me!" She said, excited to hear me speak it would seem. I held a hand to my head; I was feeling ruffled all of a sudden. My mother calling me? She hadn't spoken to me since I graduated Otto's, and that was years ago. It had to be at least 6 years since she had called me. What had possessed her to call me?

"What the - Mom, I have to say it's a surprise." I said calmly, trying not to let any pent-up anger rise.

She sighed on the other line, weather it was relief or sorrow I couldn't tell. "My Ne-ne, I am so sorry that I was so incredibly stubborn and didn't call you." She said softly into the phone. I then held the cordless away from my head and reached down and gave my ball sac a huge squeeze to make sure I wasn't dreaming. Nope...it hurt like a sonovabitch, so it had to really be my mother. My mother saying she was sorry was one thing, but to say that to me - Hell must have frozen over.

"Your sorry?" I asked, not quite sure this was really happening. I placed the earpiece back to my ear and turned off the porno that was still playing, the last thing I wanted was my suddenly friendly mother to hear the sounds of moaning men in the background.

"Yes I'm sorry. My little Ne-ne, we were wrong...we were so wrong to treat you this way. We should have treated you better...our own son." She said softly. My heart rose into my throat, I couldn't believe my ear; my mother just admitted she was wrong! She never admitted she was wrong, even when cornered, and proven to be incorrect. This had to be a red-letter date!

I coughed and adjusted myself and took a serious tone. "Mother, you understand, that I'm not a kid anymore, and I have learned a thing or two. Are you really sorry?" I asked.

"Yes son, I am really sorry."

"Even about sending me to Otto's?" I asked, wondering what kind of roll I could get on.

There was a second's pause, and then a response. "Yes, even about sending you to Otto's."

I thought, and then smiled, deciding to push my luck further. "Are you sorry for shunning me because I'm gay?" I asked. Once more, there was a pause, and I swore I could hear the wheels in her head turning, but after almost fifteen seconds of silence she spoke.

"Yes," She began in a truthful tone. "Yes I am sorry. You had every right to live your life, and I was wrong to shun you. Do you have a boyfriend or what-have-you?" She asked. My Jaw dropped, for my mother was initiating a conversation about my love life...a new thing indeed. I didn't know how to answer. I thought, the truth couldn't hurt; I had lost my mom calling me once before and I suppose I could deal with losing it again if it came to it.

"Well yeah. I have a man that I'm dating named Neil." I said softly.

"Is he nice?" My mother asked.

"Of course. You remember me as a kid Mom, how I loved to watch TV? He has all the same interests as me...and he's charming to boot." I said, still wondering how much detail she actually wanted.

"What's he look like?" She asked.

I shrugged, knowing she couldn't see it but shrugged anyway, and told her everything I knew about him. My mother made acknowledging mmm-hmm's as I told her the details.

"Wow, he sounds wonderful son. Can I come to the wedding if you to decide to get married?" She asked. At this I lost all control and fell off the couch. The phone clattered and spun across the floor as I recovered quickly and grabbed it. My mother was calling my name in a tone of concern on her end, making sure I was ok.

"I'm fine. I - uh - yeah you can come...if we get married that is." I said.

"Oh, that would be lovely, your aunt-"

"Mother, I must know one more thing. Are you sorry about my choice in religious beliefs?"

This tine the pause from my mother was greater than the last. I could hear those wheels turning once again, and for a moment, I thought I heard the grinding of teeth. I listened, ready for anything.

"Yes. I'm sorry I criticized the way you wanted to worship. Faith in something is important." She said. It must have really been hard for her to say, for it sounded as if it took every fiber in her to say. It was something I had wanted to hear for many years now, and finally I had it.

"Thank you mom, you have no clue how much this means to me!" I said, almost on the verge of tears.

"Well I was thinking, that...ya know...I could talk to you. There has been something I've been wanting to talk to you about."

"Shoot!" I said. I was on a new type of high that hardly anyone can experience. I could care less what had happened before; I was talking with my adopted mother once again.

"Well," She began in a nervous tone. "I have something wrong with me baby. I'm not well."

The smile that could have been plastered to my face, suddenly shattered. So this is why she was saying she was sorry...cause she was dyeing or something. It put a damper on the mood I was in, and took me down from that high that only a few seconds before couldn't be touched. What was wrong?

"Mom, what's wrong?" I asked.

"Oh - you know - heart things...just the usual."

I sighed, and gulped. "Ok...what does this mean?"

"Darling, I know this isn't what you really wanted to hear, but listen to your mamma now. I am going in next week on Thursday for heart surgery. It's a complicated procedure, and I don't...I don't-"

"You don't know if you'll make it?" I asked while swallowing.

"To be honest - no." She said softly.

"Momma, you're stronger than that. You've always been the most passionate person towards something that I've ever known! You won't have anything bad happen to you." I said reassuringly.

"But, how can you be so sure? How do you know?"

"Because Mom, you must have faith." I said with a smile.

There was another long pause, and I heard tears on the other line. She was crying. I couldn't tell if they were tears of joy or sorrow.

"Thank you son, you are kind indeed. I -" She broke to blow her nose. "I am going to go out for a while and go shopping. I'll try to come by and visit if I can ok?"

"Sure Ma sounds great." I said with a content smile.

"Love you Ne-ne."

"Love you Mom."

I clicked off the phone and laughed as I set the phone down. I had finally made up with my mother. Things were finally looking up.

To celebrate, I decided to have a hot bout of sex with Bob. It was some of the lustiest and greatest sex the two of us had ever had. I was so drained that I had to nap again, but with him tied to me. So, I lay on my stomach, and him on my back, with a blanket over us, no one the wiser.

Around 10pm, when Asher and Rowdy returned from their jobs, I got another call. I awoke to Rowdy poking me a little, and the knot of Bob's member stirring a little inside of me.

"Dude...dude...wake up!" He said softly.

"Fuck your mamma..." I drawled.

"Um, my mother's dead.' Came Rowdy's voice a little softer. My eye opened as I realized what I had said and I apologized. I had still hurt his feelings, and he sulked off to the shower. I answered the phone.

"This is Renee...who is it?"

"Ne-ne? Is that ma vaorite star?" Came the cheery voice of Gustov. I chuckled, and smiled.

"Yes. What can I do for you?"

"Well I wanted to remind you dat we have a shoot coming in ten days, ze animal film?" He asked. I smiled wider...I was glad at the chance to have a lot more sex.

"Yeah, I remember. When is the shoot?"

"Well we are doing it next Wednesday."

I thought about it, and that would put it a day before my mother's surgery. Perhaps I would be able to go and see her durning...

"So, evening Wednesday?" I asked.

"Yes. Be here, don't bother wearing clothes, you'll get in. Jus have your card." He warned.

"Alright, but I have to say that I'll have to iron the wrinkles out of my birthday suit."

There was laughter from the other line, and some polite words in German before he hung up. I yawned, and leaned back to lick Bob. Bob licked back at my tongue. We did that for about a minute, our little kiss, before I looked about the room. Asher was sitting on the floor in front of me, watching an old wrestling tape. There was an extremely sexy poodle male in pink speedo tights and boots, wrestling a barbaric wolf looking male...who was no less attractive. The poodle had his hair shaved short, save the hair on his head, which was long. The other male was wearing multi-colored speedo tights, and green boots with tassels at the top. He had tassels around his arms and his face was painted.

"Who in the hell are they?" I asked, not much of a pro wrestling fan.

Asher turned around and looked as if I had shit on the very name of gay sex. "They happen to be 'Ravishing' Rick Rude and The Ultimate Warrior." He said matter-of-factually.

I looked at the men on the TV. The one identified as the Ultimate Warrior had just pulled off a rather awesome looking shoulder tackle.

"Um...so what's the deal with them?" I asked, trying to make conversation.

"I think they were fighting over the IC title at the time...not quite sure, they had a bunch of matches."

I scoffed. "Yeah, they were a regular pair those two." I snickered. He looked up at me and frowned.

"Come on, just watch it with me and you might get into it!" He pleaded. I looked at the men on the TV. As the match went on, I got horny all over again. Seeing all those scantly clad men...grappling...groping...and climbing all over one another...Oh...shit...creamed into the couch!

I looked embarrassed, but Asher didn't even notice me humping the gap in the couch cushions. I was doing it so lightly too, so not to stimulate his knot and get it to swell again, but it was obviously enough. It wasn't for a few moments that he noticed the smell of my cum. His nose traveled over to me, and sniffed around there. He smiled and kissed my cheek.

"Not really the kind of appreciation I was hoping for - but -" He said happily. He stood and changed tapes. He said that if I liked the Warrior, that I would like another match with him in it. He popped it in and I saw that he had the match cued up. On screen I heard the name of The Warrior being announced, and this fast paced guitar music started to play, and he came running out to the ring, wearing a pair of orange colored speedo tights. He looked just as cute as in the last tape. Then some cheesy guitar music started that sounded very thematic and 80's, as this Golden Retriever wearing a yellow tank top, yellow speedo tights, red kneepads, yellow boots, and had the title belt around his waist. He kept pointing at the ring and making all kinds of odd gestures. When he got into the ring, he flexed a few times, and then ripped his shirt. I smiled, that was kind of cool! He then pulled off his belt and bandana, revealing he was bald on the top of his head. I snorted and wanted to ask what this baldy thought he was doing in the ring, but the name of the man was one that even I knew. Hulk Hogan. I watched the into attentively, as Gorilla Monsoon and Jessie "The Body" Ventura did commentary on the outside.

The match was spectacular; there were moments where it could have gone either way. Rowdy emerged from the shower about halfway through, standing naked on his towel, obviously drawn out by the sounds of the big screen. He dripped wet, and I was sure the shower was still running, but heck, we all didn't care; we wanted to see the match.

"That Hogan-Warrior Wrestlemania VI?" He asked.

"Yes." Asher and I answered simultaneously.

"Cool. Ya'll don't mind if I just stand here and watch do ya?"

"No! Shhh." We said, wanting to hear the match, He gave a shrug and leaned on the back of the couch.

On Screen Hogan had just hit the Warrior with the Big Boot, and was going for the Leg Drop. He nailed it, and I was told that was Hogan's finisher, and the match had to be over. Hogan went for the pin, but the Warrior kicked out just at three, so the match went on. The match finally ended with The Warrior using the Gorilla Press and the Big Splash and got the victory.

"YES!" I shouted.

Rowdy smiled, and walked back into the shower, closing the door. I looked at Asher who started rewinding the tape as the Warrior started to celebrate.

"That was one awesome tape...got anymore?"

"Oh yeah...dozens." He said casually.

"I want to watch some more." I told him.

"Alright. When you going to fuck me?" He asked.

I was about to answer immediately, but I was stubbed by what he had asked. It was so casual, as if someone asking if they could get a drink from the fridge.

"What?" I asked.

"Oh nothing...never mind." He said as he stood up, and slunk out of the room.

"Well...that was random."

Bob gave a whine signaling he was pulling out. He did so with a friendly slurping sound, and I lowered my tail over my neither regions, signaling I was closed for business, and so I could keep my beloved Bob's cum inside of me. I wanted to have it absorbed into my essence. It was like having a part of him become me...romantic no?

I groaned, and stood, keeping my tail over my tailhole, and wandered over to the kitchen. I was hungry. I had had sex that day, and just ejaculated earlier, so I needed something to replenish my energy. Upon opening the fridge, I noticed that it was a little less full than I remembered it. Thankfully, Asher keeps it stocked constantly with Pesti's Pizza. I then noticed that Rowdy had made some contributions as well. How sweet! He had gone to the stands in the arena that he worked at, and had brought home several of those foot long hot dogs with just about every condiment known to man available in little packets next to it.

"Wow...neat!"

I grabbed the hot dog, and a pair of slices of Pepperoni and Sausage Pizza and sat down at the table. While I ate, my eyes traveled across to the papers scattered around. Some of Chong's doodles were on the table. He was really good at art when he was stoned; it was too bad he couldn't perform as well when he was sober. I had a drawing in my room that he had done of me in the white spandex shorts that look like a boxer's shorts. The drawings were of odd things. I looked at one and picked it up. He had drawn a watersports picture! It was of a fountain, and there was a ring of canine statues pouring water, and a real one in the middle, urinating in the happy mouth of the male. I smiled and looked deeper. The male on the statue looked kind of line Chong...perhaps a deep fantasy of his or something.

The picture made me so aroused in mind, but my body told me it wasn't quite ready for any sex yet. I just...imagined myself in that position beneath him I pictured that that was I that looked so happy, drinking of that male.

I flipped the picture over, and saw the name "Sparky" on it. I gasped. I had almost forgot about that Sparky guy that the Feline actors had wanted me to call. I swallowed hard and ran over to the phone in the kitchen, and picked it up. I dialed the number, and waited for a minute before someone answered.

"Yeah?" Came a high cracky voice.

"This is Renee Morningstar." I said into the phone. "I was calling for a Sparky?"

"That's me!" Said the voice pleasantly. "What can I do for you?"

"Well I would like to ask you a few questions-" I began.

"Wait, are you a reporter? I don't want to talk to any reporters." He said solemnly. I gasped and tried to think of how to talk so he wouldn't think I was lying.

"No, I'm not a reporter. I am a friend of Charmaigne and Gillroy's, they told me to call you."

Silence on the other line, then an inhalation, finally speech. "Now I'm listening. Talk to me Renee." He said. I smiled and scratched absently at my nakedness. Rowdy stepped out and sat down with me at the table, smiling with a friendly grin. Rowdy was wearing one of my cutoff t-shirts and nothing else. He looked like he wanted to cuddle. So, I allowed it. I stood and we walked to the couch, and let him lay with me, cuddling him ever so softly.

"Well, I have it on good authority that you are going to need a place to stay for a while, since you have received a lot of bad press." I said into the phone, while Rowdy god himself adjusted. He spooned his body to mine from behind, his right arm draped over me, rubbing softly at my stomach and chest. It was a sweet gesture, I wondered why.

"Yeah, I am going to need a place to stay. The Feline actors are kicking me out, and I can't go back to my home. The press is all over me about a lot of issues. I just want somewhere where I can be around...gays like me...get some sex here and there, and then go to work without being asked questions. I just want some peace and quiet." He said.

"Well I'll tell you what. If you can keep the press out, and so can we, then come and live with me."

"What?"

"Yes, I'm offering you a place to stay."

"You're kidding..."

Rowdy's hand started to travel down to my lower abs, and across my groin. I felt pleasure, but no arousal, due to the fact that I had ejaculated and had sex earlier. I smiled and leaned back and kissed him once, and then went back to the call.

"No I assure you I am not kidding you. This house is perfect for you. Here you can lay low, do whatever, and have casual sex anytime you want. We are all open here, and are all available for your pleasures. Here's my address-"

For half an hour we talked as Rowdy kissed and kicked and caressed at me. Sparky would be arriving in two days, and he said he would be there with bells on. I smiled as I hung up the phone and regarded Rowdy.

"Yes my adoring blackball player?" I said lovingly.

"Hey...how bout another one, just you and me?"

I sighed and rolled onto him, and spooned our groins. His large cock against my limp unsheathed one, felt rather pleasant. I hugged him and he gave me some nimble and tender kisses that I returned.

"Well, I'm in the mood in mind, I can't really fuck you back." I said.

"Alright, it'll just be me hammering you. You want to?" He asked, caressing my back."

"You remember my rule, we can't let Asher know. Is he asleep?"

He nodded with an evil grin. "Gave him a few sleeping pills. He'll sleep until the afternoon tomorrow."

I smiled and said, "Why not. To the sex cave buttman!" I said jokingly. He then rolled over me and stood, and helped me up. I walked into my bed, turned and locked the door.

Boy...what a bout...what a day.

It was exactly two days later, in the evening. I had just arrived from the Dojo, when I heard the doorbell ring. I went to the door, and answered it.

"Yes?"

There, standing in front of me was a shorthaired Cheetahling. He was wearing skintight wranglers tucked into combat boots, and a leather vest that looked like it belonged to a biker gang. Underneath was a simple black t-shirt. His face was rather handsome. His eyes were a sparking blue, and he had the perfect smile. He was built really thin, but muscular, like a Greyhound. He had a pair of ARMY duffel bags at his side, and a leather backpack on the other side.

"Renee?" He asked in a cracky voice.

I was dressed in my fighting Gi, sports bra and fighting pants. My hair was wet and tied back in a long braid, proper for fighting. My fists and feet were still taped up.

"Yeah that's me, you must be Spar-"

"SHHH!" He said, putting a finger to his lips.

"...Key..." I finished.

"Yes, but remember, I'm keeping this on a down-low." He said, putting his hand out and making a flattening motion. I sighed and beckoned him in. Much like Rowdy, he marveled at the surroundings as I tossed his bags next to the couch.

"The couch has a pull-out. Sorry, but it'll have to do. I am sharing my bedro-"

"It's fine." He said shortly. He smiled and extended a hand. I shook it.

"Renee Morningstar AKA Ne-ne." I said.

"Sparky Debarough." He said. He walked around, looking at my collection of decorations. His hand traced over my computer and he pointed at it once and smiled. Then he traveled over to my worshiping corner, and shrugged. He then saw my porno shrine devoted to myself, and smiled. He seemed to like that.

"Fan of my movies?" I asked.

"Oh yeah. I've always bought Adam & Steve movies."

"Well some people don't like it." I said, shutting the front door and locking it.

"It's cool. You guys make good movies."

I grinned. He seemed good enough. I then helped to show him how to unfold my couch, and got him set up for the night. I pulled up a beanbag and sat next to him as he stripped to a pair of white briefs. He sighed with relief. He was so sexy! Gods, I wondered if he was taken...but had to remind myself of the joys of Neil. I smiled and figured to keep it to lust with him. He didn't seem modest at all, but didn't seem to be sexual when he was naked like some of my roommates. He looked like he had no intention of sex.

"So, lets talk about us." He said.

"Huh?" I asked.

"You probably want to know the story..." He said.

"What story?" I asked, scratching my back a little. His eyes went up and he looked puzzled.

"You don't know?"

"No..." I said shortly, getting frustrated. "I don't."

He inhaled and rolled back onto his back and stared at the ceiling of the living room. Bob came out of the bathroom to greet our new guest. Bob took very well to Sparky, nuzzling and licking at his face.

"Well, I am Sparky Debarough...the Sparky Debarough." He said. I sighed and told him that I was still lost and didn't understand. He smiled and thanked his stars that I didn't already know. He then started to explain who he was,

"Well like I said, I'm Sparky. I live in San Diego normally, but what with the press all over my ass, I had to leave my wonderful house on Christmas Avenue. I loved that house. Anyway, what the story is, I am a professional racecar driver. I drive for Nascar."

"Oh you're that Sparky!" I said, remembering what I had heard.

"Yeah I'm that Sparky," He began with a grunt. "The same Sparky that came from no where to win his first race...and it was Daytona. I had a good car, and a good crew. Now after that, I had a million and one sponsors that wanted me to drive their car, or at least wear their colors. I asked my friends who I should race for, and they were no help. Finally I made the bold decision. I decided to race for PFLAG."

"Oh, I remember that." I said, sympathizing.

"That was where the bad press began. Me, in my rainbow colored car, given the number 13. Sure I was taking over an old number, but it wasn't so bad. I kind of wanted 44, but the forties are reserved for the Petty family. Well, my races started to go bad when people thought I was just in it for the money that PFLAG was willing to give me, and that I didn't care about my crew. There were rumors that I was trying to seduce members of other teams and then blackmail them. Of course, none of this is true, but these rumors are getting under my skin.

"Two months ago, in my own hometown of San Diego, I was accused of raping the 8 year old boy of one of my rivals in order to intimidate him into quitting. I felt so bad that I raced the worst race of my career and ended up causing a big old accident. My car got a few scratches, but a lot of cars got wrecked. I feel like shit, and the press won't get off of my back." He said with a sigh.

"Did you? Rape the boy?"

He looked at me and had a fire in his eyes, the likes of which I had never seen in a man before. He scared me with it. "No." Was all he said.

We sat in silence for a few moments, letting the tension ease. It was he who spoke first after that. "Sorry, I just, am tired of the accusations."

"Well, what happened?"

He sighed and scratched his balls absently and then rolled back to face me. "I took the 8 year old boy out on a camping trip. You see the father and I were good friends. He respected my sexuality, and wanted the boy to have a good weekend while the father had some private time with his wife. The boy and I had fun! Skinny-dipping, cooking over a campfire, nature hikes, wrestling in our underwear in the mud, and stargazing, even some fishing. You see...I can't have kids...even if I was straight." He said with a tear. I looked at him puzzled, and leaned in, resting my arm against the side of the couch/bed.

"Why not?"

He sniffed once and looked at me again. "Sterile. I was born completely and totally sterile, because my mother drank while she was pregnant with us. Yeah, I'm a quint. Anyway, I was born sterile, my brother Mike was born retarded, Cory was born blind, Geoff was born with no sex organs what so ever, and Will...Will...he was born completely retarded in body and mind. He doesn't know who I am. Well, you can see that probably Cory is the only one that has a chance of ever having children. I have wanted to have children for a long time. So, this driver and I, since we were good kids, agreed to share raising responsibilities. His wife isn't really a trustworthy woman, and he wanted to have at least one trustworthy mentor in his life...enter me."

"So he was cool with the skinny dipping and the mud wrestling?" I asked, looking at him semi-dreamily.

"Yeah. He knew that I wouldn't do anything that would hurt the boy. Sometimes...I admit...sometimes...I touched him sexually, but that was because he had touched me first. Sometimes when we wrestle, our underwear comes off and he'll grab at my penis and play with it. He's curious! It's a body part he's never seen like that, and of course he'll want to explore. So...I showed him how it felt a few times. We called it 'making friendly'." He said with a sigh.

"And his father?" I asked, seeing where this was going.

"Err...not so keen on that. He said that he understood his son's curiosity, but he gave me the warning that I should never ever force anything on him or he'd murder me. If I 'made friendly' then I should make sure that the boy had a 100% understanding of what he was getting into.

"Well as you know, I was accused of rape. You see, our most recent camp-out, I had bought some vegetables to go with the steaks I had bought. Carrots especially. I'm a meat lover, but I need my veggies to stay in shape. Anyway, he didn't want them. I got angry with him when he wouldn't eat, and he threw a tantrum, saying he wouldn't eat the carrots. So, I thought he needed some discipline. I grabbed him, sat him in my lap, and forced him to eat his carrots. Now, keep in mind, we were in our underwear...so he runs inside my Winnebago and grabs my cell phone, and calls his dad and tells him what happened." He said with a sigh, tears rolling down his face.

"And?" I said, feeling myself crawling into bed with him, as I was now laying with him. He turned, and looked at me. I was helping myself out of my fighting clothes, and had stripped to bra and panties. He smiled weakly and purred softly...I loved that purring sound.

"Well, he calls the cops, because he misinterpreted what the young boy said. When he called his dad, he said 'Sparky forced me into his lap really hard, and then after he was done getting me there, he forces me to eat his carrot.' Now lets break this down in a lewd fashion; 'Sparky forced me into his lap really hard', makes it sound like I fucked him in the ass, 'after he was done getting me there', makes it sound like I got him to orgasm, and 'forces me to eat his carrot' makes it sound like I forced him to make me have oral sex. Well, The cops aren't sure what to say, and his father now wants me dead. I don't know what to do."

With that, he sniffled, and started to sob. I offered myself as a reassuring person, and he crawled over to me, and hugged me tight. I held him, as he sobbed. I let him cry for a while as I caressed his back, and held him tight. Before long, he had stopped crying, and he was on top of me, looking into my eyes. I looked back. There was love and thanks there.

"Welcome home." I said with a smile.

"Thanks. You know, I hear that it's bad luck not to make love your first night in a new place." He said with a smile. "May I? As a sign of thanks and trust?"

I smiled. I remembered Asher was working, and so was Rowdy. Chong was stoned again and was locked in the shower stall. Bob was roaming the streets; I let him out once a week to explore. It was perfect.

"Sure. Just don't tell Asher -The sheep hearder You'll meet later- that we did. He's been wanting to do me for ages, but I wont have sex with him, yet I'll do it with anyone else."

Sparky smiled and nodded. "Just don't tell my husband, alright?"

I smiled...oh...a married man.

Sparky then leaned in, and kissed me. The two of us got to know one another really quickly with the way our tongues mingled, and our hands caressed. As he kissed me, he slipped a hand under my bra, and felt at my flat chest. I smiled mid kiss and gave him a deep tongue swirl in thanks. His kissing was so good, his textured tongue was just what I needed to feel upon my slick and wet cheeks. My bra came off, and he started to travel his way down, lower and lower, until he kissed the bulge of my panties. I moaned and literally ripped them off...they were 99¢ in a barrel at JC Penny. He looked at me, and took my long and hard dick into his hands and plunged it had into his mouth. I moaned and put my legs up on his back. His mouth was so moist, and the textured tongue was so stimulating.

His hands found my ass, and played with it as he made my back arch. He spread and clenched my cheeks with his hands as he sucked, moaning and swallowing. Occasionally, he would trace his fangs across the tender skin of my member, bringing me to whine happily with delight. His mouth then left my cock and swallowed my ball sack instead. He got it far into his maw, swirling wonderfully. I groaned and sank my claws into the mattress, and kept whispering yes over and over again. He then gave me a smile as he let my balls go, and kneeled up, offering himself to me. I then crawled over and groped the bulge of his undies, and felt something odd. I pulled them down, and I couldn't believe my eyes, his cock was outside the body, like a human's! His skin member surrounded by fur at the base, and his balls also lightly furred. His chest was white and bare of spots, and the white went down in-between his legs. He was hot. I played with the cock before me. Even for a 5 year old, I could understand the fascination. I had to play with this. I had never seen a cock...oh Satan I was sucking it already...mmm it was so good.

I brought him to moan, and scratch behind my ears as I sucked. I hoped that I had done as good a job on him as he had done on me.

"Oh yeah...I got a porn star sucking me..."

I sucked, and proceeded to prod his tailhole with my finger, getting it inside farely quickly. He moaned, and then did something I've only done to Bob. He then leaned forward, and started to eat my out from behind, His cock going deep into my gullet as he plunged his tongue deep into my ass. So this was how Bob felt when I did this. I screamed a muffled scream, and loved it.

We were in that position for gods knows how long. Before he could cum. He pulled out, and then he laid me flat on my back. I opened my legs, as he started to stroke himself. His cock looked absolutely human...it was uncanny. His cock then was pressed against me, and then slid into me as he laid himself flat and humped me from a low angle. I moaned and gave a grunt of joy with each thrust. To some it may have sounded like pain, but I assure you, I was in complete nirvana.

"Great...way...to...get...to...know...one...another..." I said through gritted teeth.

"Ugn...yeah." Sparky said as he then looked down at me. "You aint going to get to fuck me though." He said

"Why...not?" I asked.

"You're going to love what I'm about to do."

I had never felt what he had done before, but he sank his fangs into my throat, and like a switch had been flipped, I went rigid, but opened up to him totally. He started to hump at me furiously. With a free hand he started to jack me off...his hand so soft and tender.

"FU-fu-fuck..." I groaned.

He merely growled as he humped deeper and harder. I had never been fucked like this, I loved it. Before long, I shot my load all over his chest. He then bit tighter, my blood beginning to cascade out of my throat as he gripped with both hands and gave me about 10 more hard humps and then rocketed his cum into me. I screamed, and fainted. What a fuck...

I awoke to Sparky tending to my wound, and making me breakfast. Well, at lest I would feel lucky...cause Sparky from that moment on, would get very lucky.