Longing: Chapter 2
#2 of Needs & Desires
The hot, sticky air that Florida was known for wasn't present today; a cool, sea-breeze relieved tourists and locals alike. Lucas was walking around downtown, determined to stay away from Ana, at least for the night. People often came to Miami for the parties in the spring and & summer. Tourists in tropical, flowery shirts were easy prey for the bike-taxis and trinket stands; vendors would yell out and holler at each passing tourist, hoping to land a sale. Most ignored Lucas; either they already knew him or could tell by how he dressed he was from around town.
Lost in his thoughts, Lucas nearly ran into the short, white and brown canid that popped out from behind a taller couple.
"Hey! Watch it! I may be short, but I'll still kick your ass!" he snarled.
Immediately recognizing that voice, Lucas responded "Hey Russ! Fancy running into you here."
"Lucas? Woah, watch where you walk, you oaf," Russell responded.
"Sorry, I guess it's a strain on the neck to have to look down and spot you..." Lucas laughed as his friend attempted to dead-arm him.
"Always cracking on my size. Well, either way, I'm still 10 times more ripped than you'll ever be, even with my amazing instructions, you lazy ass."
"Speaking of teaching, isn't tonight one of your classes? I thought you loved your cardio/kick-boxing workouts," Lucas asked.
"Yeah, well, after seeing the lot that showed up, I wasn't impressed and decided to let Pedro teach'em," Russell said grumbling. "You'd think with an amazing ass like mine, I'd get more hotties to show up. But I guess all the parties are dragging them away from the gym."
"At least that means when they're done drinking and feeling bad about themselves, they'll be more inclined for a "personal lesson", right?" Lucas hinted.
"Hell yeah! I'll show'em these pecs are more than for show." Russell yelled out.
Russell, or Buddy as he preferred to be called, was one of Lucas' oldest friends, since Lucas moved out to Miami a few years back. He worked at one of the local, ritzy gyms, catering mostly to the rich, however, since Ana had some leverage with the management, had managed to get Lucas a membership. Buddy had immediately volunteered his services in exchange for info about the white furred goddess. After a while, the two became friends, although Buddy would still pester Lucas for more details about his roommate. Lucas knew Ana wasn't interested in Buddy even slightly, but for his friend he would give some pointers.
"So, how's Anastasia? Still dating that worthless, dead-beat Travis?" Buddy asked, genuinely interested.
"Nope! Broke up today in fact. She's already cried out her heart and gotten over him, I think." Lucas replied.
"I see... do you think she'll need a shoulder to cry on, or perhaps a strong hand to work out some tension?" Buddy asked, his grin widening.
"Nah, but she did kinda throw herself at me..." Lucas began, before Buddy grabbed his shoulders and forced Lucas to stare at his face, which held a look of extreme shock.
"WHAT? Did you hit that hot ass up?! Tell me all the juicy details!" Buddy shook Lucas, his excitement unleashed.
"No, nothing happened. I told you before, we're roommates, and good friends. Nothing is gonna happen. Besides, I think of her as more of a sister than a friend. It would be kind of awkward, don't you think?" Lucas managed to stammer.
"C'mon, she hot and needy. Just cuz YOU feel that way about doesn't mean she feels the same about you. Take advantage. Hit her up, you don't even have to look her in the eyes. Just grab a fistful of that hair and yank back when you're behind," Buddy chided, his voice carrying over the bustle of the crowd; some listeners interested, other disgusted.
"Shut up, Buddy. Remember, public place, eaves-droppers?" Lucas waved his arms around to indicate the crowd around them.
"Screw'em. This is Miami. We're known for food and sex. Oh, and beaches. Maybe crime too, but obviously not something we mention to outsiders..." Buddy quieted, losing himself in thought.
"Thank goodness, he shut up faster than usual," Lucas pleasantly thought. "I wonder if the Chopping Block has anything worth picking up."
Lucas began walking towards one of his frequent stops, a gourmet chef and kitchen supplier. Buddy silently followed behind, his wider form further parting the crowd behind them.
...
After looking around at knives and sets of kitchen tools, most he already had some version of, Lucas and Buddy decided to get some snacks. They stopped by at a small shaved ice and ice-cream cart. Lucas just got some of his favorite, Rocky Road, while Buddy opted to hit on the cute canid female serving them. Not surprisingly, he got her number. Gloating he waved it around Lucas, once again proving his superiority and unfailing charm. Lucas reminded Russell, whose fur bristled at the name, it still didn't work on Ana. Anastasia was Buddy's longest crush yet, his sort of Mt. Everest.
Put in his place, Buddy sat and watched as Lucas finished his dessert, chiding him for poor dieting and work-out sessions.
Realizing he hadn't worked out in two days, Lucas agreed to accompany Buddy back to the gym for a quick, weight work-out.
...
At the gym, Lucas had changed into his personalized gym shorts and shirt, graciously provided for all its members. Although they were the standard white top, red bottom for men, Lucas had a slightly better quality; his were more airy and his pants were slightly longer, to fit his height. Buddy, of course, choose to wear his trainer outfit, appropriately smaller than necessary to show off his body; each move graceful, yet hinting at power. And, of course, Buddy had modified his shorts to be even more clingy, his impressive package made to seem more so.
Lucas had to admit, the guy was handsome. Despite his short stature, Russ had wide shoulders, but was lean of fat and his muscles weren't grotesquely huge. His wiry, white fur was short, and the single patch of brown on his back complimented it nicely. The deep brown around his ears, and the lighter golden-brown around his dark eyes gave him a cute look that the ladies, usually, swooned for. His tongue lolling in his mouth showed Lucas that he was mentally preparing himself.
Quickly snapping to attention, Buddy snapped "Alright, let's see some sets of ten on the curling irons and then I'll spot for you at the dumbbells."
"Sir, yes Sir!" Lucas jokingly saluted, even as they got to exercising.
...
Later, at the sauna, Lucas and Buddy lounged; Lucas wrapped in his towel despite the heat, and Buddy laying out in full glory.
"Can't you put that thing away. Every time we're in here, I get the feeling it's watching me," Lucas prodded Buddy, indicating his half erection.
"Nope. Can't help it, the heat's hot, towels gotta stay off. Besides, you should remove yours. The point is to let the sweat flow off you, not get caught in your fur."
"I would, but I get the feeling you only want to see me naked," Lucas joked.
"Meh, you're cute, but I don't think you've got the stamina to keep with me," Buddy replied his voice trailing as the steam increased, its hissing louder as it reached optimum temperature.
"I've got the stamina, just not the desire," Lucas replied, dropping his towel.
Buddy let out a cat call, "Hot! Now I know why Ana wants a piece of you..."
Lucas was certainly good looking. His dark grey fur, tinted with red, became a smooth white on his chest and stomach. His thick, bushy red/grey tail, meticulously groomed, shined with care. His strong muzzle was white and grey, with some golden-orange in his cheeks and his pointed ears ended in golden-orange. His dark grey/brown hair was long enough to barely cover his eyes and the back of it ended at shoulder length, which he usually kept tied. All in all, Lucas was mostly proud of his fur. Despite the odd coloration, he always had a heavy outer-coat and during the spring and summer, his lighter, softer undercoat grew in. He groomed constantly, and the remarks from impressed passersby made it worth doing.
His own manhood, sated earlier, barely poked out of his sheathe; Buddy's own got visibly thicker. In fact, Buddy was staring at his friends body, his eyes strolling up and down, taking in the view; his hand on own his flesh, eliciting soft pants from himself.
"Dude, are you masturbating to me?" Lucas asked, concerned.
"What? You're hotter than I thought and I might as well have fun," Buddy replied, a long moan escaping his lips and a small bit of pre was loosed. "I enjoy pawing off to a hot body, whether it's male or female."
"What about the other patrons of the sauna and the hygienics? Other people's comfort?" Lucas asked, crossing his arms, already aware they were alone.
"Whatever, everyone knows this is the place for hot sex. Literally." Buddy laughed at his own joke. "Watch..."
With that, Buddy got up and crossed to the door and whistled at someone. Lucas couldn't see, but Buddy leaned out the door and was whispering. A moment later, Buddy closed the door, a smile on his face.
The door creaked open, the steam rushed out, and a feminine figure entered. Lucas tried to dive for towel, to cover his modesty, but Buddy was quicker and scooped it up. The feline female, the usual gym greeter, Marsha, stood nude in the center of the room.
"Ooh, Russ, you were right. He is cute," she giggled.
Embarrassed, Lucas attempted to cross his legs to hide his growing manhood. Marsha sat next to him, and Lucas could feel her breath was even hotter than the air. His own heart raced, his chest heaving, when Buddy whistled to Marsha, "He didn't believe me, when I told him most people use this room for pleasure."
"What? Of course they do. Most just can't lock it from the inside or get someone to stay on lookout," Marsha said, acting a bit surprised. "By the way, you owe Sam one now."
Groaning, Buddy said, "Of course. It'd have to happen one day. Before I forget why I called you here, let's you and I prove my point." And with that, he pointed at his cock.
Licking her lips, Marsha sauntered over, her athletic body, lithe and bouncy, beaded with sweat. She sat next to Buddy, and leaned over, enveloping him.
"Gotta love that rough yet soft tongue of hers..." Buddy groaned in pleasure. Using his strong arms, he lifted her legs, so that he held her over his cock, her back to his chest. Her breasts heaved, and her tail flicked back and forth as she began to deep throat him. Buddy rested her calves onto his shoulders, and wrapped his arms around her waist.
Lucas couldn't take his eyes off her femininity, it's pinkness, a rough contrast to the light beige of her fur. It glistened with sweat, and what Lucas only imagined as desire. Buddy leaned forward using his muzzle to move her tail, even as she seductively wrapped it around his head, and gently began working her snatch. Soon, his excitement got hold of him, and Buddy began to more roughly bury his snout into her, lapping at her folds, his tongue whirring faster than almost the eye could follow. Her moans were audible, even with her deep suckling of his over-sized flesh.
Lucas watched, not realizing his own rod had shed the comfort of the sheathe and rose to its full glory. He was in a trance, watching his friend eagerly eat out this female, even in front of others. Buddy would occasionally stop rubbing his snout to pull at a clit ring Lucas hadn't noticed until now, her nub engorged and swollen. A steady stream of her juices trailed down her chest, traveling between her luscious breasts, only to drop to a forming puddle on the floor.
Buddy paused, and meeting Lucas' eyes, asked "You definitely like what you see, right?"
Numbly, Lucas only nodded. Marsha, using a hand to grasp Buddy, popped off him and begged, "Don't stop, please. I'm so close to releasing..."
Obediently, Buddy resumed his hungry devouring, using his short muzzle as a spade to spread her wide. Marsha released her grip and went back to sucking; her hands traced lines to her breasts, tweaking each hard nipple. Her moans became louder and louder. The smacking and licking of lips increased, her body began to spasm. Buddy continued to grind against her, his short thrusts into her throat; she greedily swallowed him whole, even managing to lick a bit of his sac.
The room became hotter, the steam growing thicker. Lucas sat mesmerized. Buddy's strong arms easily held the feline aloft, as if she were made of paper. Their bodies, each covered in sweat, continued to gyrate. The puddle of her nectar had grown enough to begin lazily making its way toward the central steam pit. Moments later, Lucas watched as her tail stood straight up, as Buddy gave one long, hard tug on her ring. Her hands gripped her breasts as she pushed and pinched herself. Her calves flexed and her body sort of drooped in Buddy's hold, her face sinking fully onto Buddy's raging, hard pole. She yowled, then gagging pulled off his cock, her eyes shut tight and her face scrunched. Her ass, still in the air, clenched, and a spray from her arched over the room, some landing in the coals with a sizzle. Buddy lapped slower, her contortions continued; a secondary stream followed, then she dribbled.
Even Lucas, from across the steamy room, could see her flower pulsing; Buddy gently nuzzled it, no longer having to bury himself to spread her open. A small bit of liquid continued to flow down her body, her chest heaving heavily. Her eyes nearly shut, showed her at complete bliss, her hands curled and and tail drooped over Buddy's shoulder. Buddy gently flipped her over, and sat her on her knees in front of him.
"You ready for your reward?" he asked.
Groggily, she nodded. Buddy stroked himself with his right hand, using his left to push her hair out from her face, and then assisting to hold her up. "You did a good, job, ngh, here, ngh, it comes!"
Pumping furiously, Buddy's knot formed in his palm and his flesh pulsed. He leaned slightly back as he came, a shot of cum hitting her cheek, another, her forehead. A few more spurts followed, generously covering her and then he rested his softening member on her chin, allowing some excess dribble into her awaiting mouth. She lapped it up, and gave one long lick up Buddy's shaft. Using Lucas' towel, Buddy wiped clean her face, then licked her clean of any remains. She giggled and grabbed him by the cheeks, and they embraced in a long kiss, each devouring the other's tongue.
Breaking the kiss, Buddy, said, "Thanks for demonstrating my "point"."
"Anytime, just make sure I haven't eaten anything before or else I'd be full," she replied sultrily.
Lucas continued to stare, unaware of his own need. "You should take care of that," Buddy pointed out. And Lucas, quickly regained his senses. Immediately, he blushed turning redder than usual, and stood up and grabbed Buddy's towel and key.
"You can use mine, since you sort of already made it your own," Lucas said. Buddy just grinned wide.
"I've got to go, I'll see you later," and wrapping himself in the towel, he exited quickly towards the locker rooms.
"Say "Bye" Marsha," Buddy said.
"Bye Lucas! Nice meeting you!" Marsha yelled, before the sauna door closed.
"Oh, well. More for me," Buddy grinned wickedly. Marsha only smiled.