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Breakfast

A Rocks Off short story

By Bunny Hops

http://www.furaffinity.net/user/bunnyhops/

http://bunny-hops.sofurry.com/

http://inkbunny.net/Bunnyhops

Jacob slid off his condom. It was filled full and heavy with his warm juices and speckled on the outside with bits of Cole's feces. He held it at the opening by his thumb and index finger and let it fall into the little waste bin Cole kept next to his bed.

Without cleaning himself off, Jacob rolled his body to the cacomistle's back. His half-hard dick brushed semen residue into the fur of his lover's long, bushy ringtail. Cole flicked his tail, letting it fall lazily over Jacob's legs. The cubby opossum reached his arm around the slender cacomistle in a warm embrace. Jacob's gut fit nicely in the contours of Cole's lower back.

Snuggling his pointed nose into Cole's neck, Jacob stated, "That was really great." His voiced sound lazy and far off but fully content. He could still taste the cum in his mouth.

"Wasn't it, though?" the cacomistle agreed. He wiggled his shoulders and pushed his back into the opossum.

"I hope we didn't wake the neighbors."

"What's this 'we'? You were the one screaming and moaning all morning. Not that I'm complaining."

Early morning rays streaked into the apartment, the venetian blinds casting barred shadows across the two naked lovers. The flat was only an overpriced studio apartment in the fourteenth most populace city in the world, but it was on the thirty-eighth story and offered some fantastic views of the mountains made of steel. Cole loved living in the city, but he found himself heading outside the dense population at least twice a month because Jacob needed something closer to nature than just parks with perfectly planted and groomed trees. Cole thought it was a large enough park to formidably compete with nature.

"It's getting pretty bright outside," Cole remarked. "What time is it?"

"It doesn't matter," Jacob said drowsily. "It's a lazy Sunday; we can just lie here until Monday."

Cole pushed his arm out so he could sit up straight and turn at the same time. He rolled his butt up across the opossum's crotch and felt his floppy dick move around.

"You know me," the cacomistle said as he threw his legs over the side of the bed, "I'm a morning person."

"You make the coffee, sweetheart," Jacob said burying his face in his pillow, "I'll be right here."

"C'mon, get up," Cole said, shaking the bed. "Do you really want to miss watching me make pancakes in the nude?"

"Your tail's too big; I can hardly see your ass."

"If that's your attitude, then I'm putting on some boxers. Those big baggy ones, too, that leave everything to the imagination."

"Oh, fine," Jacob grumbled, "I'll get up. It's not like I can't see the kitchen from here, anyway." The opossum expressed his great pain with mumbled words as he heaved himself off of the pillow-top mattress.

Cole energetically strolled the dozen or so feet to the kitchen while Jacob battled to escape the confines of the sheets. Without wasting any time, Cole tossed some grinds and water into the coffee maker, retrieved the ingredients for the pancakes, and pulled out the proper cooking equipment.

"You be careful there," Jacob strolled up behind the ringtail to embrace him from behind, "You wouldn't want to get any burns that would be awkward to explain to your doctor."

"You're acting like this is the first time I've cooked in the nude."

Once enough coffee had filtered its way through the grinds and into the pot, the opossum filled his mug. "You're the only one I know that can instantly go from waking up, to orgasm, to fully taking on the day in, what, fifteen minutes? Most guys fall asleep after they cum. I'm one of them."

"But...pancakes!" Cole exclaimed, trying to keep a serious face as he poured a circle of batter onto the griddle-pan. "Besides, it's shaping up to be a beautiful day out there."

"You mean you're going to make me go outside? I never agreed to that."

Cole sighed and let his long bushy tail ruffle, "After I'm done making these pancakes I'll give you a little surprise, but on only one condition: you behave yourself right now and stop complaining."

"Fine, mother," Jacob said as he threw his naked ass down on the couch.

Cole put on paw on his hip and shook his spatula accusingly at the opossum, "Now, we'll have none of that, young man!"

They both cracked up. Jacob flipped through a couple of magazines on the coffee table, leaving the cacomistle to his cooking.

After getting through a few articles, Jacob heard the undeniable sound of a can of whipped cream.

"You're putting some whipped cream on those pancakes?"

"Close, my fine furry friend, close."

Cole popped out of the little nook that was the studio's kitchen holding up a plate of pancakes. Covering his junk, however, was a mountain of whipped cream. Even through the thick layer of dairy Jacob could see that his lover was sporting a healthy stiffy.

"Is that treat for me?"

"What, this?" Cole playfully looked down on himself, "I must have just spilled something on my lap. Be a dear and help me get clean."

Cole clanked the plate onto an empty shelf on the bookcase as Jacob slide over to kneel in front of him. A little bit of foamy cream dropped to the rug. Jacob positioned his pointed muzzle under Cole's cream-covered hanging balls, lifting them gently with a tip of his head. Whipped cream dribbled down the sides of his nose and the opossum eagerly lapped it up.

"All this needs is a cherry on top," Jacob remarked as he licked the underside of the cacomistle's balls clean.

"Keep licking and I'll give you a cherry you'll really enjoy."

"That was really lame," the opossum said. "But cute."

Jacob took a big lick straight up Cole's shaft, leaving a strip of dark fur and pink skin in the pure white mound, as if a little skunk had made rest there. Jacob opened his mouth and slowly went down on Cole. He kept his mouth wide to keep from scraping off the whipped cream surround the cock. When he got all the dick in his mouth that he could manage, the opossum tightened his lips and pulled his head up, stripping the food from the bone like a cartoon turkey drumstick.

He smiled up at the cacomistle as he licked his lips. Cole swirled his long furry tail around Jacob as he went down on his cock once again. The residue of whipped cream made everything so delectably sweet and smooth; his tongue explored all around searching for more.

Cole put both his paws on the opossum's shoulders and dug in with his finger tips. His hips gave an involuntary shudder as Jacob reached up and grasped the cacomistle's balls. What little that remained of the whipped cream dripped through his fingers.

Cole's dick was so hard that Jacob could feel the ridges in the tissue with his lips. He puckered and sucked at the spongy head as he gently massaged at the cacomistle's balls, making sure he didn't forget about Cole's taint. Precum flowed freely and steadily from Cole's dickhole.

"I'm about to give you some more cream," Cole breathed out heavily. The sensual pressure building up around his loins seemed to take up residence in the tip of his dick.

Jacob moved his paw to the base of Cole's penis and gave it some firm pressure in an attempt to block the inevitable for as long as possible. The cacomistle's muscle's flexed and he gave out a groan through clenched teeth as his orgasm raged though him.

The opossum stuck the tip of his tongue in Cole's dickhole just as it exploded in a slick blast of snowy-white cum. Not all of the jizz got into Jacob's mouth; a spray of off-white man-cream cascaded over Jacob's pointed snout and Cole's groin. Cum continued to dribble to the floor as Jacob slowly licked Cole's deflating penis.

"Say, here's an idea," Cole said breathily as he stretched his legs, bopping Jacob on the nose with his half-hard cock, "let's grab those pancakes and have ourselves a little breakfast in bed. I'm hungry and I know you have an appetite that needs satiating."

Cole cupped Jacob's balls and leaned into his erection as the opossum stood up.

Jacob leaned into the cacomistle, "And then let's just stay in bed a little while longer, shall we?"

"With pleasure, big man. With pleasure."