In Which we Learn of our Subjects
This story for the most part only sets up our characters in various states, the rough confines of what I will write about, our two heroes in the main block of story will be young and grow old and the latter part of the story will set up the characters themselves, please do take in the entirety and set up the world in your head and then let your imagination run wild with these two in future stories and personal fantasies.
And the sun shone upon an entwined pair, naked in the glory of the daylight, a soft grunt, a simpering whimper and the tantalising 'squick' of bodily fluids in the Two's throes of lustful passion.
Willard, a rather short and effeminate male, was dark furred and mottled with patches of stray colour, far from being a sleek looking feline his fur although shiny and very well kept always looked mildly dirty from the patches of brown mixed in. Upon the height of the day Willard was seated at the crest of a rolling hill in a sea of green, secluded and untouched by development, though jagged ridges of grey stood out like decrepit teeth from the far reaches of his horizon, the city was seemingly growing around the verdant field, an oasis of unperverted territory.
Likewise short and effeminate was Hennison, although he was slightly more robustly built, the hints of a fine man to be. For, boy was. Along with Willard, Hennison was born in the smothering city surrounding the oasis of green, whether by fate or mortal designs, the two met while traversing the sea of green, following the few trails through the untouched and rolling hills.
The world was at a complacent peace, the boys average in their designs, both quiet and studious the world was content to let them be; that is, provided they kept their grades and their appearances up. But days upon they travelled the quiet hills, only disturbed by a distant airliner in the distance, perhaps the only ones with the slightest chance of viewing their creation.
This creation was a beast, a beast of two backs, a tangle of limbs and gutteral moans that oft sounded arousing and pleasant in their sexual overtones, the raw energy in their love was madenning to themselves, rolling and thrusting, bucking and undulating, an ocean of love upon a sea of green, the two nude forms of the boys were covered in grass, sex and earth.
Both were quite adventurous in their designs, they thrust and were thrusted unto exploring wholeheartedly their desires and dreams, far from the complacent eyes of men and women alike they partook in eachother, for when they met and stayed in their sea of green they were their own island of lust and perversion.
The cities grew, the field did as well, the green slowly giving way to a new type of invader, trees slowly overtook the field of green, the lush earth was fertile and the forest blossomed overnight, the boys along with it. Now men they had refined tastes, gone were the passionate boyhood romps through fields of green, now as their sexlife, it was sown with their own trees, the desires they now only partook in as a means to an end, an escape from the pressures of the city.
The trees became its own city, winding and dark, thick and misleading, the men knew her well, like a steadfast mistress they travelled together, blazing their final trail for the next generation, they met upon an island of bright green, upon the crest of a hill, where the sea touched the azure sky and they rose with it, entwined in the arms of their lover, the mistress seeing them off as they partook their next journey.
Upon a beach that stretched for miles, two young men gloried in eachother.
As timeless as the oceans upon the sands they partook in their infinite youth, day after day of its virility, its very intoxicating release.
Hennison, a fine young male specimen was a creamy and pristine specimen, the soft white hiding his firm body, strong like an oak, much like his erection as the effeminate Willard rode its length, far darker in comparison to Hennison below, his fur patched and dusted with brown at a young age had melted into veins of bronze, the rich hues streaking down his naked and arched body.
Willard's room was an exercise in quiet living, the earth and sepia tones were alight at all parts of the day, the sun traveling its arc across the room, casting a warm glow upon the entirety, the large bed with its abundance of pillow and blanket to the rich armchair in the far corner that held a book carlessly left with its spine open upon the armrest, Hennison lay upon a plush carpet aside an unlit fire place, in the summer the sun kept everything warm, the windows open with a breeze off from a nearby lake, Willard lay within his arms, long ago exhausted of his youthful virility, he was a softer man than Hennison, living life in all its glories, fine wines, fine foods and perhaps a finer man than Hennison himself.
Hennison an austere man thoroughly reflected this in his furniture. Functional with a certain continuity to it, rich, dark wood with a clear stain gave it a fine sheen in contrast to the white walls, huge windows and airy views, firm and professional in his current appearance, Hennison earned his living through his keen eye for markets, no matter what goods passed from his hands to his clients, he was clean, his image a fine china to his most certainly streaked background.
A sea of green floated within the confines of a bustling city, its residents content to develop the coasts, leaving the centre of their sizable island alone, no one wants to waste money on rolling hills with no view when they can have rolling waves and teary sunsets and misty sunrises.
Their world was complacent, cut off from a large portion of the population, it blossomed in trade, a haven for the seedy, a dream for the masses with its huge coast line and almost perfect weather.