Finding Home: Chapter 2
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**Finding Home
Chapter 2**
The day is bright, probably the brightest I've seen in days. The sun is shining outside. A large contrast from the rain of the night prior. I get up out of the bed and look back at Luke still sleeping in the bed, his maw wide open and his tail hanging lazily off the bed. I look up out at the clear beautiful sky. The lawn laden with fresh dew from the cold and wet evening. I open the window and a blast of brisk wind blows in, a little cold, but more refreshing than anything. The wind makes a brisling through my fur, dropping my hair into my eyes and blowing it around whimsically. I look back and see Luke shiver a little. I pull the blanket over him to cease the shivering and my attempt is successful as he sighs with contempt. I look through my drawer and pull out underwear and a shirt and go off to take a shower. I walk through the quiet and empty hallway of the house and into the shower. It's very bright in the all white shower, so bright that it's almost blinding. I close the door behind me and turn on the water, setting it to a warm setting. I strip myself and by the time I'm done, my paw is welcomed by a warm stream of water coming from the faucet in the shower. I step in and the warmth of the water embraces me. I lean against the shower wall and close my eyes to fully enjoy the feeling of this shower.
"Come on Luke, other people need to use the shower you know!" my "mother" says after smacking on the door repeatedly, knocking me out of my daze. I turn off the water, disregarding the fact that I didn't wash, but I figure I'm not too dirty so it should suffice. I shake the majority of the water off and grab a towel from the rack by the door. I wrap it around my waist and open the door to my "mother" with her arms crossed over her solar plexus. "If you're going to paw off, please don't do it in the shower, you're wasting water".
"Mom! I wasn't, I swear!"I say with some embarrassment.
"Hey, I know what teenage furs do, I don't mind, just don't waste water," she repeats, and storms off into the master bedroom. I pad my way across the cold wooden flooring to my room. I open the door and take off my towel, being safe in my own room. I take the pair of boxer-briefs in my paw and put them on.
"Aw, do you really need those?" I jump up in fright. I forgot Luke was staying with us. Just goes to show my memory.
"What happened to "let's take it slow"?" I say with a smirk on my muzzle.
"That was my mind talking, just now was the raging boner underneath the sheets talking, and you know, the body wants what the body wants," he says looking from his paws to me with a somewhat pleading face.
"No," I say solemnly, "I don't think I'm ready yet. I'm sorry if I'm not the way you want me to be, it's just, I killed my best friend, the first guy I kissed. I'm just scared, I guess you could say I'm afraid to really love you."
"I understand, you shouldn't feel sorry, I should. I don't want to pressure you into anything you aren't ready for. I really want to get to know you and to care for you as I hope you will me. I'm sorry if I stepped out of line."
"It's fine," I say as I continue to get dressed. "You should go take a shower, my parents want to take us out to eat breakfast. They say the best way to get to know somebody is over a meal." I look up and offer a friendly smile, which is quickly returned. He then searches through my drawer to grab a pair of boxers before walking out of the room to take a shower. That was close. I would love to just let it all loose and yiff his brains out, but two things are stopping me. First, my parents are just in the other room, and second, I don't want to force or rush things with him.
I've seen it portrayed in so many movies, I've seen it in stories, and I've heard from so many of my friends, sex is not a good way to start a relationship. After you have sex, it all starts going downhill. Not to mention the fact that I don't think that I could deal with losing somebody else.
I begin dressing myself, putting on a pair of faded jeans and a plain black long sleeved shirt. I turn to look out the window. I see the curtains billow. I close the window. "Mother" doesn't like having the windows open.
"You have no idea how good it feels to wash day old chlorine out of your fur," Luke says walking into the room. "If you thought my fur was soft before, feel it now!" he extends his paw towards me. I grab it and run my paw through the unbelievably soft blue fur. He grabs hold of my paw and pulls me into his embrace. "I really do like you, I just want you to know that," he says looking dead into my eyes.
"The problem is that I like you back, I just don't want to mess up anything between us."
"Nothing is going to happen, I promise," he says before he presses his lips against mine. The feeling of warmth is overwhelming. I love this feeling. Having somebody you care about a lot pressing their lips against your own. Completely giving yourself to the other and the other to you.
"Jesus Fur, you have the hottest lips I have ever kissed, they felt like they almost literally burnt my lips," he says breaking the kiss with urgency.
"Oh, sorry, that has been happening for the past few months, random body parts started raising in temperature," I apologize.
"It was actually exciting and, pardon the pun, hot," he says as his fur starts to grow slightly purple.
"That's good, um... You might want to put some pants on," I say as I take note of the tent in his boxers. I slowly begin to feel blood rushing to my face turning it pink. He scours my closet for a pair of pants. He finds some and puts them. I'm glad he's only a little smaller than me so my clothes fit him only a little loose. He then searches for a shirt, retrieving a dark blue thermal, and puts it on.
"Alrighty, I'm ready to go."
"What about shoes?"
"I'll just go bare pawed."
"Alright, I guess," I say as I tie the shoe that I just fitted over my foot-paw.
"Finish putting your shoes on and get into the car," my "father" says peeking into my room before heading downstairs.
"What's with the negative disposition towards your parents? Whenever they enter the room, you seem to turn kind of angry."
"It's nothing, come on they're waiting for us." we quickly run out the house and get into the car. Minutes later, we are seated at the diner for breakfast.
"So, Luke, what do you like to do?" my father asks, taking a sip of the soda he ordered.
"I was on the varsity swimming team, that's actually why I was here in California, we were here for competition from Idaho. We are fastest swimmers in the whole west coast."
"Really!" my "father" exclaims, "that's amazing. You know, I used to swim."
"I never knew that," I blurt out.
"You never really took any interest in sports, so I never told you. So, Luke, what's your stroke?" great, now, not only do I have to compete with my "parents'" jobs, but I also have to deal with what I would call my boyfriend and his awesomeness.
"Freestyle, I like doing the long distance events."
And so forth and so on. They continued talking about swimming until the food came. Afterwards, they started talking about Luke's, as far as I know, imaginary girlfriends. A jock like him not having a girlfriend would have set off an alarm so he told the somewhat truthful story about how his most recent "girlfriend" was taken away and most likely eaten by ferals, to which my "father" replied with the ignorant comment about how we should just exterminate them all. Unfortunately, he doesn't realize how impossible that is since anyfur could turn into a feral, as I know all too well. I didn't correct him though, he doesn't like it when I do that. They then went on to talk about what he wanted to do with his life, which he replied that he wants to be an artist. I brought up the fact that I had tried my paw at art and enjoyed it, but I was seemingly silenced by my "father's" interjection on his thoughts on how art is a pointless industry and almost impossible to make living off of. He then advised Luke towards a more stable career path such as science. My "father" always liked being the center of attention so even when he said he wanted to get to know someone he always ended up talking about himself and about how he is a big scientist and what not. One day his body is going to be crushed by his big head. Once we finished breakfast, we headed back to the car, my "father" still boasting about the work he was involved with and its confidentiality. Luke looked over at me and rolled his eyes.
After breakfast, we went to the mall, which caused my "father" to talk about how style was completely different long ago. My "mother" just remained silent. She always did around my "father". I wouldn't blame her though, it's kind of hard to get anything heard with his blabbering mouth. Even though they both work in the same company, she remained silent when he started boasting about how great Crisis Corporation is and its breaking sciences.
By the end of our adventure in the mall, my "parents" had bought Luke everything he needed to stay with us for a prolonged period of time. At least I know he's not going anywhere anytime soon as far as my "parents" care. When we exited the mall, the sun was beginning to descend below the horizon. My "father" decided that it would be nice if Luke and I spent some time together at the pier so we went.
"Alright, here's your tickets, go off and have some fun," he says passing us the small pieces of paper. Unfortunately, his comment wasn't really directed towards me so much as it was towards Luke.
"How about we go on that ride?" Luke points to a ride entitled gyro-terror. Not clever of a name, and it certainly doesn't seem to live up to the terror part. Nonetheless, we get in line behind three foxes and two wolves. Two of the foxes and wolves look as though they are here together but the first in line fox looks solitary. He does look pretty perky though. Maybe he just really likes this park? I don't know. Before long the ride finishes and we are put on the contraption.
It's a Wonderful World
The four foxes were having a blast with their loved ones, each oblivious to the others. They all looked up into the sky at the same time to see a shooting star graze across the sky. "I wish that we will be together for the rest of our lives," each wished upon the star. The star flew out of view and they continued on their day.
"I love Ferris wheels, come on! Let's go!" the cute blue otter shouts grabbing my paw and pulling me towards the giant machine. We get in line and reunite with the five furs that were in line for the first ride. This guy's fur is unmistakable, the weird switch of black and red is quite interesting. Sure not as interesting as my otter's blue fur, but still the sight to see. Speaking of my otter's blue fur. I turn to the side of me to see him looking up at the lights attached to the outside of the Ferris wheel. I extend my paw towards his and grab hold of it. I run my thumb through the soft blue fur until we are loaded onto one of the carts.
"They don't really care about me," I confess.
"What?"
"You asked why I didn't like my parents, it's because they don't care about me. They care about my body and that's about it. They hope that my random increases in body temperature will help find a way to make furs much more cold resistant or something, but other than the tests they run on me every other day, they could care less about me."
"I know all too well how that feels. My brother was always in the limelight and I was pushed to the curb. Even when I was winning state awards, my brother was praised instead of me. We don't need other people, Ryo, that's what I've learned, you just need that one person you care for and who cares back. I think you are that person for me, Ryo." I place my paw on his and motion towards his muzzle. Our lips meet as the thoughts that have plagued me for the past few days seem to melt away in the bliss of this kiss. Being at the top of this Ferris wheel where it physically is just me and him, I feel safe once again. Our mouths open as our tongues try to enter into the other's mouth, each wrestling for dominance.
"Jesus Fur, I am going to have to get used to that," he exclaims as he recoils, panting heavily.
"You think my muzzle is hot? Wait till I'm balls deep in your tail hole," I blurt out in utter lust.
"Good to know you're finally on board," he says with a lust-filled grin. As the Ferris wheel starts turning its final rotation in order to let us off, I could hardly contain my excitement to get home. My "parents" text me saying that we had to leave once we get off the last ride because they had to get to work. Once we get off the ride, we race towards the car, both excited to let our bodies run rampant with the other. The car ride seems to take forever, but once we get home we rush in the door and head upstairs to our room.
Our lips reunite after being deprived from each other during the long car ride. Our tongues wrestle once more as I run my paws under his shirt to touch the bluish white fur on his chest. We wrestle our shoes off and kick them aside in almost unison. I continue fondling his chest as I push him towards the bed. I push him onto it and pounce onto of him, pulling my shirt off beforehand. I quickly work my paws towards the bottom of his shirt in order to lift it up and off of him. I lean back down to reconnect our lips as I run my paws down his bare chest to arrive at the button and zipper of my pants on my otter. Who knew feeling this dominant was this arousing.
I undo the button and pull them down with my feet. I get back up and take off my pants. I get back on top of the blur of blue fur and resume our make out session as the sheath in my boxers continues to swell with the lust engulfing the room. "I can't wait to feel that sweet fox dick in my tail hole," he says breaking the kiss. He begins to moan and writhe underneath me as he works his boxers down and off. I get back up and remove my last piece of clothing before returning in a better position. My now exposed, pulsating fox hood just outside the sexy little otter's tail hole.
"If kissing is pretty hot, don't be afraid to tell me to stop if the temperature gets too much for you alright," I warn him as I grind my aching cock against his tail hole.
"Don't worry, Sparky, I think I can take the heat." The blue furred otter lets out a long desperate moan as he lays his head back and relaxes.
I slowly begin to press my approximately 7-inch shaft into his rear. As each inch enters, I feel the temperature begin to rise exponentially.
"You alright there?" I say once I have hilted him, my cock burning in his rectum.
"Who needs heated gels when I have you. This feels fucking amazing. Keep going." He lets out a slutty moan before I proceed to pull out and immediately thrust back in, the temperature of my member raising about ten degrees before quickly receding. Luke lets out a quick yip followed by a pleasure-filled moan. I repeat the process receiving another moan as reward for my ability, which I saw not too long ago as a curse.
I begin to build a pattern as his tight anal walls hold against my heated cock, milking the boiling pre from it. I lean over and press my paws on his shoulders for leverage as I begin to pound away at his ass. And to think, I always thought I would be a bottom, yet here am, enjoying every second of yiffing this otter. I continue my rhythm, each thrust increasing the tempo.
Luke lets out a long drawn out moan as his cock slowly begins to twitch with the oncoming orgasm. I begin to feel my orgasm approaching as well as my newly formed knot presses against his entrance, begging to be let in with every thrust. I pull out almost all the way and slam back on, the momentum aiding in my knot's invasion in the otter's anus. Immediately my blazing seed rushes through my spent cock and releases, stream after stream into his rectum. This sends Luke overboard as his otter pop begins shooting ropes of sweet puppy batter all over his chest without a bit of attention.
"Holy Fur! That was amazing, I don't think that's ever happened before," he says through pants of exasperation.
"It certainly hasn't for me," I reply with similar pants.
"Oh fuck, what about your parents?"
"All covered, one, the door is locked, and two, they don't get back until tomorrow afternoon at the soonest. Just relax," I say, slowly petting his head fur after collapsing atop him in exhaustion. He smiles back at me as we spend our last moments of daily consciousness staring at each other.
Alright, this is the last story of this series as a solo. From now on, this story will be continued through my new series, It's a Wonderful World. If you want to continue with the adventures of these two, be on the lookout for my new series.