Second Sight
You know the drill... This is a gay furry story. If this is not your cup of tea....well... You get the idea.
And if you happen to be a parent of someone under 18 who wants to know if it's cool for them to read this, the Motion Picture Association of America has refused to rate this piece of art...on the dubious grounds that it is not a "motion picture." Bogus elitism, if you ask me... But without the rating, I know you'll have NO CLUE how to parent! Oh well, guess you'll have to accept the facts if your kid reads this and wants to join in this sort of thing.
Anywho, enjoy Second Sight... Was much fun to write it... Author's comments are included at the bottom, if you're interested.
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The smell of stale beer, old cigarettes and fresh onion rings permeated the place. The stool at the table was hard and misshapen from many years of furry butts parked on it all night. Jackson leaned over the book he had on the table and traced along the words with his paw. He tuned out the band playing on the stage and the small crowd that was cheering for beer and tunes.
"Here you go, hun. Anything else I can get for you?" The waiter was pleasant, but Jackson wasn't in the mood to talk. He waved the waiter away and touched his paw to the glass. A tiny layer of ice had formed on the outside of the mug, but the heat from his paw easily melted it away.
The liquid in the mug smelled heavily of hops and the bubbles tickled Jackson's nose. He held the beer in his mouth for a moment, savoring the dark ale. It stung a bit as it went down. Jackson was never thrilled with beer, but it seemed like the right drink in this dive.
The band wrapped up their set and took a break. The crowd dispersed through the bar, filling up the tables. Jackson heard the conversations as they passed. Tiny slices of gossip filled his ears. In the rowdy scene, Jackson didn't hear the figure come up behind him.
"Is this seat taken?"
"No, Robert. You're late."
"I'm sorry, Jackson. I had a lot to take care of before I could come out here tonight." Jackson heard a certain nervousness in Robert's voice. Jackson could just about pick out the scent of Robert's cologne. British Sterling. It was Jackson's favorite, even if Robert didn't care a lick for it. The scent was so fresh and reminded Jackson of better times.
"Why did you want to see me tonight, Robert?" The words came out with a sting to them. One Jackson had not intended when he said them. Jackson winced a little knowing he had messed up this time.
"I just thought we could talk a little. It's been almost a year since you broke up with me without so much as an explanation."
"I have my own problems, Robert. I didn't want to bring you into it." This time Jackson heard an almost imperceptible sigh from Robert. He wondered how long the fox would manage to dance around the issue. Jackson extended his paw and took another swig from his mug.
"Jackson...I only wanted to love you. I don't care about any of those problems. I would gladly have stood by you. You're such an amazing and special guy. Look at how well you've turned things around in the past year! I just would've been there for you if you needed me." This past year had been hard. Jackson had struggled with so many changes. Still, he was assured he had made the right decision to go forward alone.
"I still love you, Robert. I never doubted you, or us. It was me that I doubted. It was me with all the problems." Robert inhaled sharply. He hadn't been expecting to hear something like that. Jackson wondered why he had said that. It was the truth, but was he really ready to go anywhere with Robert?
"You always push me away and then pull me back in. I suppose it's why I've never really moved on. I don't know what you want. Can you please tell me? I don't want to live with the pain of missing you anymore. Take me for your own. Or send me away forever." Ultimatums were never a good idea. Jackson new this, but Robert was always a little behind him. Jackson sniffed at the air. Robert's scent was almost lost in the smells of the bar. Jackson's brain strained to give him some hint about what was going on in Robert's head. Were those pheromones? Or onion rings? Quickly, Jackson grabbed another swig from his mug.
"Robert... I don't know if either of us have thought of what that would mean." The desire for that closeness was there. Jackson wanted to reach out and grab it. None of that changed his original fears. None of it made him feel like Robert should have to waste his life with someone like him. In many ways, they would undoubtedly have trouble relating to each other because of what had happened.
"Jackson... You can't tell me you don't want to be with me. It's all over your face. It hurts me so much to just be your friend. It means I can never share the part of me that wants to get out." As if to save Jackson from having to answer immediately, the band took the stage again. The crowd gathered up by the stage as the band announced their next song.
"ROBERT, LET'S NOT TRY TO SHOUT OVER THE BAND. LET ME FINISH MY BEER AND WE'LL GET OUT OF HERE." Jackson heard Robert shout ok and he picked up his beer and took several quick swallows. A tiny burp escaped as he brought the mug back down to the table. The waiter saw him empty the mug and came by. Jackson handed him his credit card and packed up his book in the satchel he had brought with him.
It took a few minutes to run the credit card and Jackson managed a half-assed signature on the slip. Satchel in his left paw, Jackson made his way to the door, brushing his right paw against the tables and chairs on the way. The smooth wood and plastic was cool to the touch and allowed him to quickly reach the door.
Jackson pushed the door open and stepped out into the cool night air. The air was moist and Jackson was sure the fog must have hung thick in the air. Jackson pulled the zipper up on his tan jacket as a preemptive move to make sure he didn't start to get cold.
"So... How did you get here, Jackson?"
"The bus, of course."
"What did you ever do with that great little two-seater you used to have?"
"I sold it. I don't have much use for a car anymore."
"I guess that makes sense, but I always like that car."
"I'll bet you only liked it because of what we did that night up on the overlook."
"Not true. But...uh...Did the stain ever come out?"
"HEY GUYS! CHECK OUT THE TWO FAGGOTS! YOU TWO SHOULD GET A ROOM!" Jackson winced. This what just what the night needed some bigot to make things even more complicated. Jackson felt particularly vulnerable in that moment and he didn't know how to find his way out of this.
"Daniel! Shut the hell up! You love the cock more than we do." Robert knew this guy. They were friends in some way. It was meant as a friendly jab. Jackson calmed back down quickly. "Don't mind him, Jackson. He's a guy I work with."
"Look, Robert... Um, maybe we could find a place to go where we could just talk in private."
"Sounds good. Do you know someplace that's open this late?" They were just off of Main Street and there were hardly any sounds. This town closed too early and it was much too late to really get on the highway and head for the city.
"Well... Don't read too much into this, but let's go to my place." Jackson heard the sharp intake of air from Robert's direction. He was clearly surprised. Jackson suddenly felt nervous. Why was he inviting Robert back to his place?
Jackson was consumed with the feeling that he was making some tremendous mistake as he climbed into Robert's car. Robert got into the passenger seat and Jackson heard the click as Robert inserted the key and the engine easily turned over. The radio popped on and it was one of those late night paranormal shows. Jackson listened as the female aardvark caller described how the aliens had taken her aboard their spaceship.
"Robert? Why do you listen to these nuts?"
"Because it fun to listen to crazy people. You just can't laugh in their face, but if they're on the radio you don't have to worry cause they can't hear you."
The drive took about 30 minutes. Jackson could remember the way, despite the black of night that surrounded him. Two right turns, then a left, and over the bridge. Jackson tried listening to the radio and he tried to think of something to say, but he found both activities led him no where. They would be there before he knew it. What was he going to say? What was he going to do?
He felt the brakes and the change in the road surface as the car swung to the right. The gravel of the driveway to the cabin clinked against the undercarriage and in the wheel wells and Robert slowed down a bit. Jackson hoped he just didn't want to mess up the driveway, but the fox was probably just as worried about the state of his car.
Robert applied the brakes again and brought the car to a stop. The two foxes climbed out. The car doors were closed and Robert came around the side of the car. "Do you need a paw to lean on, Jackson?"
"I only had one beer! I'm hardly wasted, Robert. But yes, I'll take one anyway." The paw slid into his and he closed his paw pads around it. It was soft and warm, but it was the electric thrill it sent up his spine that Jackson most enjoyed. The touch was charged with memories. Jackson thought of long walks on the beach and the hikes in the forest. He even thought of that disastrous dinner when he almost burned down the apartment they had shared when they were undergrads.
Why had he put a stop to it all? He had enjoyed so many amazing times with Robert. In this moment, with the rest of the world asleep, he decided to take it all back again. Now how was he going to manage that? Pull him over into a lustful embrace? Try to be coy and let Robert think he was being seduced? So many possibilities.
Jackson followed the gently tugging paw. He found the feel under his shoes change as they left the gravel and started up the path to the small cottage's porch. Jackson was suddenly glad to have help. The steps up to the porch were the worst part of the whole house, built at a steep angle, he always managed to trip going up them. He gripped the paw he held a little tighter and made it up the stairs without any trouble.
From here, Jackson knew the way by heart. He reached the door and slid in his key. Two quick turns of his wrist and the locks were opened. Jackson ventured inside and dragged the warm paw he was holding along with him. He turned and closed the door.
"Does it look familiar, Robert? I know I've re-arranged the furniture since the last time you were here, but you know me, I haven't thrown a thing away."
"I wish I could tell. You forgot to turn on a light for me."
"Oh yeah... Sorry. Sometimes I just forget. It's not like I need to ever bother with the lights. To be honest, I don't even know if the bulbs work."
"I suppose that's true, but at least one of them better work or I'll trip and kill myself in here."
Jackson couldn't resist a giggle at that. Robert expected the place to be a mess like it had been when they were younger. Of course, if Jackson had stayed that messy, he'd never be able to find anything. Everything had a place and everything was in it's place now. Jackson extended his paw and flicked the light switch.
"Is that better, Robert?"
"Who are you? And what have you done with my Jackson!? This place is immaculate. I didn't even know this level of clean existed outside of sterile labs."
"Oh stop it...You know I have to keep things tidy so I can live here by myself."
"Well... If you want me to move in, just say the word."
"The word." Jackson embraced the evil grin that was desperately trying to get out.
"Just stop teasing me, Jackson," Robert whined. "You drive me nuts constantly playing with my heart like that."
"Listen... Let's sit out on the porch and talk, ok?"
"Sounds fine to me."
The pair passed through the kitchen and Jackson opened the door out to the porch. It was screened in and the sound of the waves pounding against the rocks 40 feet below was always so relaxing. The salt spray was thick in the air. It felt on the fur the same way the fog felt, but it was so thin in the air. It never felt wet, but lick the fur later and the taste of the salt confirmed it had been there.
The foxes each took a seat in one of the wooden chairs that sat facing the sea. Even over the sound of the waves, Jackson could easily hear Robert breathing. This was the awkward silence. Both of them wanted the same thing, it was now about negotiating the subject until they were both ready to say as much.
"So... What did you want to talk about?" Robert broke the silence. His voice sounded a little shaky. His nervousness was really starting to show. Jackson was feeling it too. He felt slightly sick in his stomach, almost like the time he ate nine tacos in one sitting, but without the numerous trips to the bathroom.
"I just wanted to say...well... I'm sorry about pushing you away. But this is something I had to deal with on my own before I could figure out what I wanted to do about you. And...uh... I'm glad you never left or found someone new. So...um...If you, you know, wanted to try having a relationship with me once more...well... I'd like to try."
"I waited a long time to hear those words, Jackson. Now...It almost doesn't seem real. Of course I want to try again. I've thought of nothing else since we had that talk eleven months ago."
"Do you remember what we did on Thursday nights before all this...drama happened?"
"Yes, Jackson. Do you want to...do it again?"
"Yes."
In that moment, the past melted away and it was just another Thursday night for the two young lovers. Jackson once again found a warm paw in his. When they were undergrads, Thursday was their night to be alone and frequently, this had meant a romp down by the beach, with the resulting sand in uncomfortable places.
Wandering the beach was difficult now, so when they stood, the foxes made their way over to the hammock at the edge of the porch. The simple canvas hammock hung between two of the beams that supported the cottage's roof. Robert pulled Jackson close into a hug.
"If you don't mind, I'm gonna grab a pillow for us and a blanket from inside," Robert whispered in Jackson's ear. The hissing air tickled and Jackson's ear twitched involuntarily. The other fox's paws disappeared from Jackson's waist and he felt suddenly alone.
Robert could only have been gone a few minutes, but it seemed like an eternity before Jackson caught the sound of his lover's paws slapping the wooden planks that made up the deck. The blankets were spread and the pillows arranged, but how to begin? Both foxes knew the moment was upon them. The first critical move to set things off was all they needed. What a time for both males to feel a sudden twinge of shyness.
"Are you sure you want to do this? It's all very sudden, Jackson."
"Robert, if I had any doubts we wouldn't be here."
"It's just kinda...awkward."
"Come here, babe. Let's take care of that nervousness." With that, Jackson pulled Robert into a warm embrace. Their forehead's touched for a moment. Jackson slipped out his tongue and slid it over his lover's face. The warm slurping was a connective act, bringing them closer together.
So many people compare love to fire, but to the young furs, the trials of the past year made a glacier seem like a better metaphor. As they found each other's lips and kissed intensely...greedily and desperately, it wore away the barriers just as the ice grinds the mountains to dust.
As the tempo of the kiss rose, Jackson's paws found their way to the front of Robert's shirt. It was a soft cotton blend with a square pattern woven into the material. Jackson could feel the change in the material as he rubbed Robert's chest. His touch was enough to evoke little moans and gasps from Robert. Eventually, Jackson had rumpled up the front of the shirt that it slipped from the waistband of Robert's pants.
They each took turns working their way down the buttons of each other's shirt. They each slipped paws into the other's shirt. They held close and ruffled the chestfur they found inside. It wasn't long before the shirts were more trouble than they were worth. The shirts were peeled off almost at the same moment. The sudden chill of the ocean air would've normally brought a shiver, but they had long since started generating enough heat to ignore it.
Kisses and grooming were now free to expand to the chest and belly. Jackson dropped to his knees and tried his paw at the sexiest thing he could think of that wouldn't require him to move his paws from the lovely butt they were now grasping tightly. He tried to work Robert's belt loose with tongue and teeth. He managed to get it a little looser, but he couldn't seem to get it fully undone.
"Need some help, baby?"
"No, I don't need your help...But I'll graciously accept as long as you never speak of this to anyone."
"My lips are sealed."
"What good is that? You give the best muzzlejobs. Why seal up your best part?"
"If you're gonna treat me like that, I won't give you one," Robert giggled.
"Well...I can't have that. Guess you better help with the belt." Jackson felt the paw slide forward along the length of the belt, approaching from the right. He reached with his muzzle and kissed the approaching paw. Robert sighed a little as he undid the belt and slid it from the loops of his jeans.
From here it was easy for Jackson to tug on the flap of the jeans with his mouth until it was in the right position to push the cool brass button through with his tongue. Robert's paws fell upon Jackson's ears, alternating between a light touch that tickled and a firm rubbing motion. Jackson never liked having his ears tickled, the involuntary twitch made him feel out of control, and the past year had been about trying to regain control. Nevertheless, he couldn't quite bring himself to ruin the moment by asking Robert to stop.
With the belt and button out of the way, it was all to easy between his tongue and teeth for Jackson to open the zipper. Robert shifted his hips ever so slightly and his jeans slid down a few inches. Jackson gripped the seat of Robert's pants and pulled them down to his knees, where he let go and they slipped the rest of the way to the floor on their own.
Jackson's right paw slipped up the left leg opening and rubbed along Robert's thigh while left paw slipped around to rub the base of Robert's tail. A slight moan escaped Robert's lips as a rough pawpad found it's way over his sensitive and rapidly hardening shaft. Jackson moved his head forward and exhaled his hot breath over the cotton that separated him from Robert's penis.
This slow tease might have continued for a while, but a breeze started to blow in from the ocean. Jackson's fur hadn't yet begun filling in for winter, and the wind elicited a shiver from him. It didn't help that Jackson's knees were getting numb either.
"Getting chilly, Jackson?" Robert must've seen him shiver.
"Yes, I've been dressing warmly lately and my winter fur coat has only begun to come in."
"Alright, let's hurry and get under the blankets." Robert pulled Jackson's paws off his body and there was a quick rustle of cloth followed by the thump and squeak indicating Robert had climbed into the hammock.
"This isn't fair," Jackson said with his words dripping with indignation, "you stripped quickly because you didn't have much left on. Now I have to strip the rest of the way with you watching."
"Life isn't fair, babe." This was true. If life was fair, he would've been able to watch his friend and lover strip and take in the sight of his body as swell as his touch and scent. However, these thoughts were lost in the rush to get under the warm blankets. Pants and boxers were shed in a moment and tossed carelessly aside, an action Jackson would not have been able to take had he been alone. He might not have been able to find his clothes again.
The chain supporting the hammock groaned as it took Jackson's weight, clearly it wanted to protest having a second body thrust upon it's shoulders. Jackson found himself rapidly enveloped in the two warmest things in the universe: a fleece blanket and his lover's arms. At first, Jackson was on his back, with Robert gently rubbing his chestfur and nuzzling his neck, but the foxes soon arranged themselves on their sides. Both had easy access to the lips for kissing, as well as being able to explore the other's body with their free paw. Each also had a paw wrapped under the other that they used to ruffle the backfur.
The feel of being close was overwhelming and it felt so good to have Robert's paw tracing up and down his spine. Jackson found his tail contentedly twitching under the blanket. It would probably have managed a gentle wag if the blanket's weight didn't hold it almost perfectly in place.
Jackson was so wrapped up in his contentment that he didn't notice Robert shift downward a bit, but no one could've missed when Robert's warm maw slid over the tip of his cock. The fur stood up all along Jackson's back and a shiver ran the length of his body.
"Mmmm...That feels so good, Robert."
Jackson hadn't lied about Robert's muzzle job abilities. The rough tongue worked him over in slow circles, expanding and contracting again in just a few strokes. Robert shifted again to pull hungrily at the saliva coated penis. His lips formed a good seal near the mid point on Jackson's foxhood. He sucked hard at it, swirling his tongue under the head while his left paw found Jackson's sac and began to gently rub it back and forth. He even tried some slow squeezes, but was careful not to squeeze hard enough to cause discomfort.
Jackson's nose filled with the aroma of his arousal, but he could pick out Robert's scent too. He was more than horny enough too. Jackson slid his right paw between his chest and Robert's neck so he could grasp the firm shaft. His paw slid easily along the length and he both heard and felt Robert moan.
"Robert?"
"Mmmm?"
"Stop, hun. I need you inside me right now." The lips relaxed and slid off. Robert brought his head up to where Jackson had his head resting on the pillow. Their lips found each other again and they met for a moment before parting to allow the tongues to have a dance.
Jackson could detect a hint of the taste of his own pre in Robert's saliva. Damn, he thought, even their juices tasted good together. Robert pulled back a little, ending the kiss.
"You sure you're ready?"
"Yup. I've been ready since the car ride up here," Jackson responded matter-of-factly. "I wish I had some lube here though, I..."
Robert cut him off, "No worries, dear. I brought some in from the car, just in case."
"Do you always carry lube in your car?"
"I find it's best to always be prepared."
"I suppose I should wonder who you've been preparing for," Jackson asked, kissing Robert's muzzle between each word, "I hope it's only been for me."
"Foxes never kiss and tell...Oh wait! Yes we do! And no, baby, no one but you."
Jackson heard the plastic cap of the bottle pop as well as the wet plop as the lubricating goop was squeezed into Robert's paw. Jackson closed his eyes and listened to the light slapping sound of Robert applying the lube to his shaft. There are a second wet plop from the bottle, and after a few moments of breathless silence, Jackson felt the rough, slick pawpad between his cheeks.
The initial pressure Robert applied was enough to get the first pawpad about half way in. Robert worked around the hole with his thumb. After a few moments of this, Jackson relaxed further, and Robert took advantage of the moment to slip another pawpad inside. The discomfort was tolerable, but Jackson was nevertheless grateful that Robert paused to kiss him for a few minutes so he could get used to the feel and further relax.
As their tongues met in the middle of the kiss, Jackson felt Robert begin splaying his pawpads. The stretching was gentle, but persistent and Jackson couldn't help but release a little moan. Robert seemed to get the message, as Jackson felt a third pawpad slip into him. The firm stretching continued and Jackson kept his thoughts locked on remembered pleasures, like chocolate, Christmas morning when he was five, and his first yiff. It kept any pain distant and dull.
The kiss was broken and Robert shifted onto his back. He assisted Jackson up onto his lap. The hammock swung wildly from the movement and the support rod kept banging the wood siding on the house. Jackson was unsteady and he almost fell more than once.
Jackson kept his footpaws facing forward and braced against the hammock on either side of Robert. Balancing remained a challenge, maybe they should have chosen the sofa or bed, but it was a little late to make the change. Jackson only wanted Robert inside him. He had even forgotten the blanket and wasn't shivering in the slightest in the cool ocean breeze.
In his eagerness, Jackson slipped and fell down on Robert's lap. A yelp escaped Robert's lips. "Ow...Jackson. Move. You're bending me in half." Jackson pushed up a little so he'd no longer be bending Robert's cock at such an angle.
"I'm sorry."
Robert seemed to catch his breath. "Did you do it on purpose?" Jackson shook his head. "Then why apologize, baby? Accidents happen." Even though he was facing away from Robert, Jackson couldn't help smiling at that.
Jackson held his breath and tried to steady the hammock. He curled his tail around his right side. Robert's paws landed on Jackson's hips and applied a little downward pressure. Jackson too the hint and lowered his hips. He felt the warm, slick fox cock right at his entrance. Jackson pushed down and Robert pushed up.
Jackson was well-prepared and as relaxed and loose as he was going to get, but there was still an initial pinch and a dull throb that didn't pass as quickly as he would have liked. Instead of remembered pleasures, Jackson this time focused on how and why he loved Robert so much. He thought of how they originally met in a study session for a test on Nth Order Non-Linear Partial Differential Equations. He pictured the look on Robert's face when he placed a tray of 21 jello shots in front of him on his 21st birthday. And he remembered how tightly the fox had held him on the day his pet snake died.
Yes, it was definitely love.
Jackson was startled a bit when he felt his thighs meet the furry lap beneath him. That was it. He was all the way inside. Robert's paws slid up Jackson's side and Jackson leaned, his back finding a pillow Robert had positioned behind him and just off to the side. Robert's right paw ended up pinned beneath Jackson, with just enough reach to rub Jackson's chest. Jackson's left shoulder ended up on the right side of Robert's chest.
It wasn't comfortable to kiss in this position, so Robert simply licked and suckled at Jackson's neck. He started with slow movements, but with the way their bodies were aligned, a shallow grind was what they would manage. Robert's left paw found it's way to Jackson's balls and rolled them gently.
The tiny thrusts took Jackson's breath away. With deep thrusting he as least had time between the ever increasing waves of pleasure, but with this slow and deep rhythm, the amazing sensation was almost non-stop. He began panting almost immediately and moaning only moments later.
Robert shifted his paw up and began to stroke the length of Jackson's shaft. He varied the grip on each stroke so he covered every bit of Jackson's penis ever few strokes. Jackson began to curl and uncurl the pawpads on his footpaws. He even swore he was starting to see flashes of color as he got close.
"So...close...Robert."
"Me...too..."
"Cum... for... me, baby. I need it." Robert only grunted and pressed in deeply. He froze for a moment and began a deep rumbling moan. Jackson felt sudden burning heat and slick wetness inside. He was only a moment behind Robert when he erupted seed onto both of their chests in six good streams.
They held still for a few moments. Both young furs sighed contentedly and squirmed a little, realizing this position was fine until someone's paw started to fall asleep. Jackson moved to get up first, but was only able to shift enough that Robert popped out before he lost his balance on his weakened paws and fell back on top of Robert.
Robert, to his credit, was so exhausted by the experience that he barely managed a moan at the pain of having 140 lbs of foxboi land suddenly on his chest. Jackson giggled and managed to shift enough to lay facing Robert where he kissed him and liked the cum from his fur. After a few minutes, Robert had recovered enough and they traded places so Robert could clean Jackson's chest.
"Robert?"
"Yes, Jackson?"
"Not that I don't love you, and not that I ever want to get up and leave your side, but can I talk ya into a shower?"
"Sure, but the sky is getting light. Can we wait until we've seen the sunrise together?"
"Robert, you didn't forget that I'm blind did you?"
"How could I? You broke up with me so you could relearn how to live. But never fear... I'll describe it to you." Robert pulled Jackson in for a kiss and Jackson finally felt the chill of the air. Jackson pulled the blanket up and around the pair while Robert described how the rising sun was painting the violet night sky red and gold.
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So there you have it... A second story. Hopefully this ending won't garner the criticism of my first story... Namely, that I left it too open-ended.
As always, comments are more than welcome, as is constructive criticism.
For those of you who were eagerly awaiting this submission... SORRY! I had a real life relationship that I preferred to focus on. Incidentally, the events in this story were inspired by real events in my relationship. I kinda needed to see what the ending was going to be by living it. There are worse places to get inspiration, eh?
Many thanks to my mate for all the GREAT material! Love ya, hun!