August in October Chp. 3
August In October
Chapter Three
Warning: The following story contains sexual content and adult situations between two males. It also depicts instances of crossdressing, transsexualism, hermaphidilty and gender boundaries being breached. As reader you have no obligation to read said story and are strongly suggested to leave at any point if any content offends or violates personal morals or beliefs; or are in any country/ state/ province/ territory where such material is illegal. Names or likeness of persons living or dead are purely coincidental with the exception of the main character and there in some minor fabrication for theatricality has been made.
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Life is strange, I would have never believed this night, fraught with its oddities, could have ever happen. Still I couldn't complain as the well-figured feline started to put the car into reverse. "Where to?" he asked me. The question failed to sink in. My brain had become inhibited by his sweet smile until Balien's ear twitch brought me back to reality. "Oh, sorry." I stuttered again, still a bit taken in by those beautiful pools of amber stone he used for eyes. A classic 'oh shit' look filled my face, I clearly wasn't expecting anything beyond this point other than good-byes and good-nights. "Well... A drive might be nice..."
Everything inside me burned, practically demanding that I drummed up an activity for us. Well one that didn't scream 'I want in your pants regardless of this being our first date.' Okay maybe I was a little on edge, I just needed to calm it down. As Balien nodded and began to leave the parking lot I decided a short drive was just what I needed.
"So Wuffie, where will this 'drive' happen to take us?" Chuckled the tabby, revving the engine a tiny bit. "You're the wheel-man," I laughed in return with a shrug of the shoulders. "But how about the high-way, it's lovely late at night." There, no-one could disagree with that. Open road, privacy, and NO undertone of suggestive locations to end up at. Naturally it meant Balien could also show off a bit of his driving skills. This also was a plus, as anyone with eyes would have noticed the race-car air freshener hanging off his rear-view mirror. Cars aren't my thing but I gotta' respect a guy who loves his ride.
Street lights whizzed by and a rumble tingled on my back as we cruzed the open lanes. Occasionally we'd pass another motorist, prompting us to make commentary on them or what they were driving. His wicked sense of humor prevailing every time and fueling mine too. "Well lookie here, Wuffie. Mr. clunker is still in one piece!" Spewed Balien as we past a rusted hunk of metal on wheels. "It's primary colour, rust? Is that a point for you or me, Honestly I can't tell!" I giggled. Somewhere along the way we started to play the 'car colour' game. For those who don't know about the car game I'll explain. Each person gets points if they see a certain colour of car. I picked blue, as I always do ( a tough one for night-time) and Balien went with red.
"Rust is red Wuffie, gonna' havta' say that's another one for me." He and I continued to laugh and joke about as the hour slowly began to turn. I didn't do it on purpose but because of habit flipped open my phone and scanned the time. It only took a moment but that was possibly a big mistake. I could tell Balien had seen me do it and without warning I unfortunately brought an air of discomfort upon us. It felt like I needed to explain myself, and honestly I wasn't sure why. It wasn't like I meant to imply he was boring me; just my own fidgety nature. All the same I wanted to express that to him, I was having a great time. I was enjoying being there with him.
"Ah..." I began but Balien didn't even let me finish. "Wuffie, don't tell me that you just over analyzed looking at your phone, did you?" Dumbfounded I forced a nod and gulped. "Haw... How did you..." I asked while my 'middle-school student' feeling returned. Who would have thought he could be so insightful?
"Hahaha, to be honest, I did the same thing around a couple of my ex's, ya' know back when I was a few years younger. It's habitual and no, I don't think you're trying to signal some secret plan or nothing. Didn't you see me do that at the diner too?" Thinking back I couldn't really be sure. He might have but taking my eyes off his handsome face was an extremely hard thing to do. "But all that aside, would you like to head home, I know it has to be gettin' late." True, it had crept into the late hours of the night, a twinge of sleepiness hung about the back of my head. But I didn't exactly want to say goodnight anymore. "Okay..." I sighed with a faint smile. Slowing a bit we turned off a familiar exit and drove into town. "I really had a nice time, Balien." I announced no longer looking at him. "Me too, Wuffie."
Giving him directions I guided Balien to my apartment, advising him to ease up to the rear entrance where parking was a bit more plentiful. When the car sputtered out as he turned the engine off I tore my brain apart for what to say next. Desperately I tried to make it sound unlike a cliche' fair-well. "Honey, Thank you for tonight. This is exactly what I needed." Balien chuckled, smiling sincerely. "Well, you're very welcome Mister Wuffie. I think you have to be the most timid wolf I've ever met. Perhaps that's a good ting for you, makes you even cuter. I can't wait for a second date."
'Our second date?' I thought with a grin shining like the moon. "Then how about you admire my timidness next tuesday. I don't work too late. Besides I would just die to see you back in the pool." By now the headlights had faded and I finally found the strength to look him in the face again. My saucy kitty company couldn't help but to lean in closer. Not that I was complaining but I felt my heart-rate spike. "You mean you can't wait to see me shirtless again, right?"
Before I could object Balien encroached even further into my personal bubble, pressing his coffee coloured maw in to mine with a sweet kiss. Even if I hadn't expected it, I did nothing to fight it. Sultry scents cascaded through my air-ways as his tongue slide across mine. When he finally pulled away I felt light-headed and over-come with blush. "That was.... very abrupt, but I liked it." I swooned as a murring sound escaped from the deep depths of my chest. While how I described it to him made me sound like a nerd I took solace in the fact that he didn't know I really was.
Not even focusing Balien bent in for a second kiss, this one being much shorter, yet he didn't pull back as far when our lip-lock ended. His eyes scanned mine, tempting me to push this union further, begging for progression to even more. Still I reframed, offering in place a light lap to his frizzy maw while popping the car door open. As I lefft his car behind, I walked backwards so as to still face him and we exchanged waves. It was clear to see my feline admirer wasn't sure how to place my actions in his head, his creamy face still looking puzzled as I slunk past the stairs behind my house. Moments later I heard him pull away. I can be just a bit of a cock tease, but eh, so what?
For a second I stared blankly up the bank that shrouded my home from the alley-way then broke my glance towards the backdoor. Fumbling for the keys I noticed my tail had been wagging. I couldn't tell exactly how long it was beating at the air but I only now noticed how sore it seemed. The realization my wagging must have started about the same time Balien kissed me made me smirk. He really was a sweetie and I could tell that he wanted be invited in. I declined him entrance, probably in more forms than one. I know my boundaries, how easily I let things escalate and him being in my house; not a good thing just yet. If he thought that way or not it ties back to me being overly flirtatious. Still he would have to wait until our next little come-together. From everything I had learned about my frisky feline, he would let me hold out as long as it felt necessary.
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With another day of work having been crushed I stood by the time-clock once again waiting, idly listening to my co-workers chit-chat. One of them, a shortly-built griffon dominated the conversation between himself and a rusty-shaded dingo. When they had finally worked their way through the line I hastily punched out and swung my jacket on. Tonight had become a little too brisk not to have one and I thought why not my pleather one? Stylish and effective, I giggled to myself and pushed past the front door. Afterall I'd rather turn into a frozen wolf-cycle than roam the streets looking less-than-fabulous.
Off in the distance cars rushed by and I walked down the sidewalk. Tonight I wanted to avoid taking a short-cut through the field, the soil no doubt muddied by the day's rain. The sky above even threatened to break open again but even if it would, I'd probably wouldn't get entirely soak. Pleasant optimism? Perhaps but of late my mood had been... 'elevated' to say the least. So boldly I strutted, yes I said ' strutted' down the avenue. Occasionally a car might pass me, bright headlights blinding me for just a moment. My eyes had naturally taken a preference to the dark and anything that could shine so bright seemed to be amplified at night.
Around the time I passed hospital hill I felt something tap against my shoulder. Turning to investigate left me facing at nothing but open road and some surrounding buildings. "Hmm, odd..." I muttered and faced homeward again. But before I took another step a big, fat rain drop splashed dead-center of my muzzle. To say I can over-react at times is putting it nicely. I flipped out, jumping in the air wildly and felt my arms flail instinctively. Basically trying to defend myself from the 'invisable attacker' my imagination placed before me. When my nerves had finally calmed down I felt a steady sprinkle start to fall from the heavens above. "Oh," I whined, embarrassed. Assembling myself, the rain increased into a steady dripping. Each drop emitted a squishy sound as it crashed into the road. Within minutes I was dead-center of a down-pour. "How fuckin' nice. Now I get two showers for the price of one."
Roughly a mile down the road I heard a shadow of a voice. It almost sounded like somebody was calling my name but it was drowned out by the weather that encased the night. Taking a tentative look I didn't really see anyone so I just chalked it up to my imagination. But before much longer I heard the same 'voice' again, this time a little clearer. Needless to say I froze. For a while I wasn't the most well-like wolf in town. My homosexualness not ever overly-declared (my gothic stage was also a big splash) but definitely not hidden. And the way Balien and I had behaved on our date was sure to turn a few heads in this tiny town. The thing that worried me the greatest was whom ever this was knew my name. So with that notion fresh in my head I scanned, a little stricken with panic, for who was there.
"Hey Willace! Over here!" Okay this time their tone was clearly a happy one and I dropped my guard. About two houses down a solitary white wolf stood on a porch-stoop and waved. "Oh, hey!" I shouted back. From this distance I wasn't sure who it was but the way he sounded was convincing enough to suggest I knew him. As I walked to him the moon slipped out from behind the clouds, illuminating the slippy streets around me.
No sooner did the pale light from the night-time sky brighten up the solitary lupine did I indentify the eye-candy who called my name. "It is Willace, right?" He asked and I took an awkward step closer. "Uh-huh," was all the more I was able to stutter out before I had to literally stop my tail from it's wagging. I wrecked my brain for how I could use his name in context without seeming too off kilter. Giving up on any particular approach I merely stuck to the basics. "Hello August, didn't think I'd be running into you again so soon. Some weather, huh?" Despite being the truth, I didn't want to say it. Our chance meeting at the bar just a few days before meeting Balien wasn't exactly planned. Nor was seeing him the day my kitty and I had our date.
He motioned for me to come under the canopy. Naturally a churning in my stomach stirred and I nearly declined. Nearly declined. "Word is, B's pretty taken by you. I haven't seen him so worked up in a while; it's a little funny to see." Nodding he motioned for me to wait there a moment. After he disappeared behind a wooded door I stared down the road, watching the rain fall underneath the moon. It was close to being fully visible. Infact it casted a glow across the sleepy roadway that mirrored a cloudy day. When August returned he was holding two steamy mugs of what I presumed was tea and a fleecy blanket draped over his arm. "Here, wait it out. By the looks of it you shouldn't have much longer before the skies clear up." Not having any pressing plans awaiting me at home I consented. My date wasn't until an hour and afterall what was a little cup of tea shared with my new boyfriend's buddy?
We sat in some white wicker chairs, our faces peering out into the dimly lite darkness. For a moment neither of us said anything. I'm really awkward in that sense. Words just don't want to come to me at times. Still in hopes of livening things up I broke out the small talk. "So were you and Balien friends because of swimming; if I may ask?" August took a gentle sip from his mug, swallowed and then exhaled a tiny puff of steam. "Well, aside from the occasional trip to the bar, 'B' and I never ran into each other until..." He paused, his colourless face almost becoming tense for a moment. I wanted to inquire further (who wouldn't, right?) but at the same time my conscience halted me; warning that it wasn't a wise choice of action. With luck on my side, my host softened his maw and started his explanation anew.
"We'd met at the bar but never really talked. I always assumed he was taken due to how he constantly haves a feminine scent on him. But before long he started coming in with my swimming buddy Scott." Ever see a cartoon where somebody says something shocking that makes another person spit a spray of what they were drinking? Needless to say I came close but through some miracle I didn't expel my beverage into the air this time. "I'm not sure which one of them started it, but soon we all hit the bar during the weekends and swam on the days we had off work. Eventually they drifted apart and I was 'B's shoulder to cry on. Before you ask, he'd be okay knowing that I told you all of this. Emotionally forward kinda' guy, that cat. Anyway, it was right about then that I naturally learned the reason behind the unique...'aroma' that he has."
Never did it dawn on me that my frisky feline friend would have confided his secret to the non-romantic aspects of his life. "Oh Will, wipe that worried look off of your face. Balien told me you know about nature's little mix-up below his belt." Amazingly August was able to hold such a laxed, jubilant expression during our little chat. In many ways I admired August for how true of a friend he could be. 'They must really be close,' I thought taking another sip of my tea.
"Well did he happen to mention exactly how he went about that?" I asked, smirking in response to the white wolf's grin. August nodded a little and put the mug to his face. "Yeah, he said you two kissed down in the stair-shaft. Creepy place to make such a strong move but..." He rolled his jade-stone eyes and laughed. "...he really does like you." I could barely contain my own laughter, my ears perked so high and my tail started swaying. "Oh we kissed but that was after he forced me to grope him."
Now it was August's turn to jolt in utter-disbelief. I wanted to frame the look as top-ten most shocked faces and sell it on ebay; it'd be worth millions. "Hahahaha, don't worry, it's not anything like that. We were heading back upstairs to leave and... 'stalled' for a few minutes on the stairs. Something 'bout what our plans might be. He tried to kiss me but I kinda' lost my shit when I smelled a little wiff of..." Words failed me and I pushed past the stutter in my story. "Right about then Balien, a little less than P/c of him, explained by putting my palm to his pants zipper. From there we went to dinner. It was... nice." Nodding in agreement to my story August sipped at his mug of tea too.
The rain tapered off and I got up. I had been enjoying getting to know this pup but my date was drawing close. "Better be kicking at them stones now." I mentioned returning the moist blanket he let me barrow. For a moment he shot me a weird look. "Kicking them... stones?" he inquired. 'Yeah, that is what I said' I laughed in my head. It wasn't the first time that I used a phrase that he didn't fully translate from moron into intelligent conversation. "You know, headed out?" I asked giggling at his bewildered expression. I think his jade eyes gave him a natural advantage when it came to expressing emotions. They seemed to magnify every little look he wore.
"Oh, oh, okay. I understand now. Sorry about that Will. I'm still pretty new to this area and every now and again somebody throughs me a line I don't quiet catch." Didn't he just say he knew Balien for a while? Now I was a little more than just a little confused. I guess my emotions are pretty easy to read too. He picked up on my befuddlement like I was wearing a sandwich-sign that stated I was a dope. "Originally I'm from Alaska. Yeah, that cold place. I came down for my brother's birthday and just stayed. Besides, family's mostly all down here anyway." Satisfied with the explanation I felt cubish for even questioning the wolf. "Cool, cool. Guess I will see you around." For a moment I just stood there after giving my 'goodbye.' Like I mentioned before, I can be WAY AWKWARD when it comes to social interactions with cute guys. "Take care, Will." he shouted back with a pleasant timber in his voice. Once again I stopped, forced my tail still, and walked on. Balien's sweet company awaited me; who was I to disappoint?
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Crickets, so annoying, cluttered my thoughts with their choir of chirps. "I'm sorry sweetie, what did you say? It's so noisy out here." I asked my talk-a-tive Tabby. He just grinned at me, his whiskers perking as the smile filled his face. "I was just saying the moon-light makes you look like one sexy Wuffie." Instantaneously I coughed and halted along the macadam trail. He stopped, a step or two ahead of me, boiling over with pride at making me blush that hard. "What? Aren't I allowed to say you're sexy?"
No, I thought, looking down the path that lead further into the park. Everybody know's I'm skittish about the three letter word in the company of others, especially those who are'sexy.' Didn't he ever hear of flattery will get you nowhere? What a lie that is. "Sexy isn't how I'd describe myself. For you though, it seems rather well suited." That set him off like a fire-cracker, his tail swaying link a mocha-painted serpent and he flashed me a toothy smile. We flirted shamelessly for an hour after that, walking by the creek's side and listening to the sounds in the night. Water gushed to our left while insects shrilled and clicked at us from the trees. Thinking life is only noisy in the city is just plain nuts.
Around the bend our trail forked. One way, it would lead us back to the park's main entrance. This way was notably well-lighted and far less creepy than the path on the left. That was a dead end, I know because I walk it during the day sometimes. Either side is a wall of trees and visibility is... well fuck, there is no visibility at night; full moon or not. Three guess which way Balien wanted to take. "Come on, it'll be scenic," He urged, nodding his pointy earred-head to the darkness. "You have a thing for the dark, don't ya' Balien?" I asked begrudgingly following the eager cat. Who knows, I thought optimistically, maybe my own liking for dimmer lights would help? Still each step made me even more unsure. When I smelled another wolf off in the distance my worry turned into suspicion.
"Alright, who's there?" I called out, braking from Balien's side. He looked puzzled but I was sure that we had an unwelcomed guest following us. Even some of the insects fell quiet as I held my breath; waiting for a response. Nothing. Well nothing at first but I could hear a couple murmurs. It didn't sound like the plotting of nefarious characters so I let well enough alone. "Sorry, Balien. The old sniffer caught wind of somebody and it gave me a bad vibe." I explained, watching him roll his eyes. He waved it off but anyone could see (even in this nearly total darkness) that I blowing it. Slowly we started again. I fought the urge to hold his paw for comfort.
After an agonizing walk back and forth I began to take notice of something amiss. Balien wasn't talking anymore and it really made me uncomfortable to see that. I mean normally he ran at the mouth like it was a marathon. But now he was beyond stone silent. "You... okay?" I asked, slowly rounding the turn which brought us full circle. He just flashed another toothy smile and nodded. I pride myself in knowing when the shit's about to hit the fan. I always get a dark, depressing drain on my emotions just before everything unfolds. Right about then that sensation was hitting me like a heavyweight boxer (not the canine kind of boxer, the type of athlete who literally fights for a living. Otherwise that's just racist) and I gulped loudly. "It's just..." Balien started, not daring to make eye contact. 'Oh, fuck,' I thought and waited to hear what was up. "It's just... I'm not sure this is working out... That we're couple material."
Instantly I dropped my hold on his paw. I was completely dumbfounded; to say the very least. Not sure we're couple material? What the hell did he mean by that?!? Further more how in blazes name did this tabby expect me to react to hearing such a thing? So, irritated and painfully abashed, I walked right infront of him and glared. "Oh? And just how'd we come to that decision, Balien? Honestly, I have no idea where you..." He cut me short (like usual) and shook his head. Still he didn't have the guts to look me dead-on.
"Listen Willace. You're... Well, I betcha' any amount of money you're a massive tail-raiser in the bed-room. That and while I find your shyness cute, I am a big risk-taker. You, not so much. Know what I'm driving at?" My knuckles started to hurt and I realized my fists had started to clench shut the second I had let go of his paw. Two dates in and already I was getting the dear john speech. Few things in a world disgust me more than that. One of them being told who others thought I was. "What do you mean by that!?!" I nearly shouted, arms tightly hanging by my side. "We've seen each other a whole of two dates and you're just going to write me off, just like that?!!!?" I couldn't help but to stomp at the pavement as I questioned his motives for dumping my sorry ass and I quickly paused for a reality check. Maybe Balien was right. Afterall I got the jitters just walking in the park past night-fall. All the same I thought it was major bull-shit to be treated like a child, being handed this half-ass break-up speech. Especially in such a casual tone. Like it didn't even matter or that I'd just simply say 'okay' and call it a night!
Trudging up to him until I was mere inches from his cream coloured maw I pointed right in his face. "No, just you fucking look here! Sexual preference or not I could have made that aspect work! It's not like I even gave two flying fucks about what you have under your belt (yes, I say 'fuck' a lot when I'm mad) and I made that damn clear just by being here! And the idea that I'm not willing to take risks in a relationship is pure fucking bull-shit!!! So fine, just fucking shove off then. I just want you to know that there wasn't one second until now that I thought this was a waste of time. Glad to know ~sniffle~ that's what the entire thing really was!!!" Nearly incapable of stopping the hot tears from devouring my face I turned, pounding my steps into the cement below as I stormed off for home. He called for me to wait but I didn't give any form of response.
I near about the end of the road way leading into main street before I heard a car pull up to me and screech its brake. As it did the diver-side window whirred down. I didn't even give him time to apologize, or whatever he was going to say. Instead I just screamed horsley about leaving me the fuck alone form now on. The response I got wasn't one I expect. "Eh-whoa! Calm down Will!" I heard a voice say, but it wasn't that now certifiably heartless feline. Through my torrent of tears I glanced over my shoulder, giving a small laugh at what I saw. It's not that what I was looking at was horribly funny just certainly not who I had expected to see.
"August?" I muttered out in sheer amazement. He must have put the pieces together really damn fast and told me to get in. Then again, if I saw me in this mood (knowing that the sad little timber wolf infront of me was dating my best friend) I guess I'd put one and one together too. So I accepted his now very gracious seeming offer and entered passenger side. When the I shut the door rather 'firmly' he asked me if I wanted to talk about or if he should call Balien ('B' as he was fond of calling him) to help sort things out. "No." I replied dryly staring at the dash-board. I was in absolutely no mood to have anything to do with that jerk. Not ever again. "Okay Will." he sighed and pulled out of the turning lane. I know the white wolf beside me didn't have the clearest sense of where I lived, only that it was along the way to his house. And so that was the direction he naturally drove. For the better part of the ride I sat in sniffling-silence and muffled crying; chocking back my tears of frustration. Even I had to admit I thought things between me and Balien were going great. Well until just a few minutes before-hand.
When his car came to a stop in his driveway I was fully prepared to get out and walk home. I was even fully aware that the rain had started agian. He halted that notion by tugging on my sleeve as I made for the door-handle. "Will... Willace, hold on." August said in a very low, soft tone. I stopped, if only for a moment, and remained motionless with eyes locked through the car window as the rain slide down the pane and left trails infront of the darkness like twisting snakes. His paw came to rest on my shoulder and I turned to meet his gaze. Looking deeply into my teary eyes he brought our lips together and a warmth like no-other filled me, enveloping my lungs as I inhaled the kiss.
It had never felt so good to be kissed; nothing had ever been able to please every sense I had than that solitary, single touch. In my head I couldn't put logic to it. Neither his actions nor my own could be comprehended. But before I knew it the full of his face was pressed against mine and I literally trembled from that meeting. Hazed over, my world stopped making any kind of sense; but it didn't have to. All it remained to be was his taste on my lips, his breath in my throat, and our bodies slowly being drawn further together.
When the tide had turned from him leaning into me toward me being pulled for the back seat a glimmer of guilt panged inside me. By the time this panacea had been lifted from the boiling cauldron of my mind I found myself with my being repositioned for something rather naughty. Firmly my shoulders pressed to the back row of passenger seats and a beautiful wolf poised between my spread legs. "August... I..." Truthfully I wasn't even sure where to start. It wasn't just the surprise of how quickly it all seemed to happen. Nor was it the notion that he and I might ever find ourselves in this precarious situation. What haunted me was that my defenses we gone, my guard had been dropped in a flash of a second, and I truly, absolutely just did not care.
Between my ankles he smiled down at me caringly and nature's kind gift of anatomy reminded us both of just how great it was to be males. Still not even that tore my eyes from his handsome face. I could feel his body heat rolling off of him like waves to a shore line and I could smell our arousal in the air around me. It smelled sweet, musky and strong, distinctly laced with the tinge of sex on the horizon. And I must have surely bore the same scent in return.
Eight ivory fingers crept up to my knees and inched the waist line of my pants to there as well. No one could have know when he found a moment to un-do the zipper but I took unbridled joy in the way he parted his. When he stripped me of anything below my waist and freed what stirred between my hips August smiled. "I'm not going to fuck you, Willace. I just want to show you how much you really should be cared for. I am going to make you feel so good; I am going to make you mine." And with that he brought the hindside of my knees to his shoulders, resting his excitement about a delicate opening beneath my raised tail. "I... I am happy to be yours. Yours and no one else's." I sighed, lost in a haze of bliss.
A pain soon broke into me. But I knew it was only a tiny flame, a mere spark from the fires of pleasure which began to consume my mind. Further inside me August started to venture while the brown fur on my legs grinded against the white tufts on his shoulders. Though we had only just begun I doubted how my euphoria could grow any more. The sensation that seized me was indescribable and yet it only magnified ten-thousand times over as his body rocked into mine. I could feel in fullest detail every single inch of his girth traveling deeper into my body. His length stretching me, massaged the inner lining of my bowls and cascaded against a secret place hidden inside my core.
"More!" I shouted in abandonment of sanity and the shadeless lover who gripped my thighs fulfilled that outcry. Because of this we both became slick, the fruit of his labor easing the passage which he filled. Clear, moist lubricant spilled inside me from his now thrusting appendage; coating my rectum. I knew he was starting to draw close. I was even more dangerously near my end. The same glistening wetness that August was spreading throughout me was now seeping down my navel as I huffed due to the collisions he inspired. Closing my eyes I could feel my teeth grinding together. A vain protest to the worriless pain that only paled in comparison to the magnificent rumbling in my body. While he continued to spill more of himself down my angled hole I clenched the seat beneath my back with all my might. Just the sheer pounding, the closeness of our bodies, the way August felt within my opening, all of it was unmatchable. Greased mechanisms our passion plunged in and out, back and forth. His excitement to spur every single inch he possessed was only rivaled by the ecstasy I received from it. Oh, how quickly I sought each new thrust with such joy.
Sweat started to drip from my brow and by now the windows of his car had no doubt fogged over completely from our heavy panting and moaning. My body was a wreck of aches and pains from uncomfortable placement and the intrusions of foreign touches placed below my tail. All of it was forgotten. Lost in the bliss of our carnal union. I craved this past any measure of wanting that I had ever known. I needed him inside me like this, I needed desperately to have him drive inward like this. And with each pounding lunge further, we stumbled closer and closer to the peak of our emotions.
Sloppy noises and lewd sounds echoed in the small space of the car. Looking past my own leaking firmness to the spot where our bodies meshed made me swoon. Two small glands on either side of his maleness had inflated fast just as mine had also. With squinted eyes and a gaped muzzle I watched a veiny mass work well into me, sending me tumbling over the edge of my pleasure. Orgasmic infatuation flushed my face while emptied thick, white gushes of semen in to the air and down my chest. Triumphantly I tensed up and every nerve in my body was taken over by the high which wracked my brain. I was now submerged in molten happiness. August found great satisfaction in the sudden reformed tightness of my narrow passage. Choosing to withdraw himself from deep within me, he shared his moment of escalation. Just as I had lost control so did he, sending a similar mess down my the underside of my tail and even heavily against the leather seat. Our hearts ran as thunder and the finale of our love enshrouded us.
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"Can we talk about what just happened there?" I asked quietly climbing into the front seat. August zipped his jeans before saying anything. He was still panting pretty heavily (as one might suspect) and nodded his head "I thing... I think I just... 'slept' with you?" It was pretty instantly clear by his voice my white furred lover wanted to find a more 'elegent' means of conveying our little boot-knocking session. Guess words failed him there but like I said, he was still in the 'sex-trance' state of mind. "Yeah, and I just let it happen like it was as casual as shaking paws. Hell, bare-back at that! Goddam man; I feel like such a mess..." My confession was followed by me simply clasping my paws over my eyes. I really did feel lost. "Can we erm, keep this between each other for the time being?"
It wasn't the most sensitive or romantically motivated thing to say at the time. Still it managed to spew forth without my fullest consent though I had no real reason to ask such a thing. Clearly August wasn't entirely certain what I meant by it either. I had that much to thank good fortune for. His puzzled look asked the silent question of just who I thought he might tell. "What I mean is... I don't fu... I don't sleep around, not by any means. And You're such a nice guy... (my voice moved from anxious to matter-of-fact around this time while I rambled. I'm always rambling) ...I am afraid of what this means about me but I still wanted this... I still want this."
As if the angels of himmel were whispering in his ear August he leaned over and licked the screwed up fur on my cheek. Again I thanked him with a weak smile; a meager attempt of concealing how vulnerable I was feeling. "So, would you, as you pennsylvanian's say, like to start seeing each other?" I nodded. He smiled, as did I; this time with confidence. It felt only right to answer him like this. "We can start over and go slow. See if we're more than just being good at being in the back seat." He suggested but I denied him that opportunity. There was nothing more I wanted than to relish in getting to know him before becoming intimate. But sadly we were so far past that mile-marker it wasn't funny. I told his such.
"Nope. But we do need to drop down to the speed-limit. Wanna' visit my place to mull through this?" After about five minutes of way too awkward conversation with the guy who just bumped my rump we chose to 'talk it over' with coffee and a light snack. The place, my house. The time, after he and I finished kissing again. We didn't get back to my home until about thirty minutes later though. What can I say, he was very good at kissing. As car doors closed and tensions subsided I ushered him to my living room and we sat across from each other. This was sure to be a late night rendezvous neither of us were every going to ever forget.