It's All Coming Back To Me Now
#7 of Fae's Christmas Music-Themed Special!
NOTE: I... think I fixed it? - Fae
Heya furballs, and welcome back to Fae's Christmas Music-Themed Special! The shutdown of Yiffstar and the boot-up of SoFurry has prevented me from uploading these stories as I planned on the week leading up to Christmas Day, but that doesn't mean anything! All that's happened is that these stories have been delayed, and that delay is now over! The special is up, and this year's batch of stories based on music I particularly enjoy is go!
Today, on December 27th 2009, this first of these five stories is uploaded to both SoFurry and Fur Affinity. On the 28th, 29th and 30th there will be three more short stories uploaded in the series. On the 31th however, a longer story will go up. It was meant for Christmas Day, but what can you do? It'll continue Cameron and Ryan's story from last year's 25th upload, and I hope you find it enjoyable!
But I've waffled on quite enough, I think. These stories have been delayed enough; it's time to read! Read on, celebratory furs, and enjoy!
- Ol' Saint Fae
It's All Coming Back To Me Now
It wasn't supposed to be cold. It was never cold.
The raccoon glanced across the sheets. Even in the darkened room he could see the bed's other occupant clearly. The otter's chest rose and fell slowly as he slept, utterly worn out by the night's activities. It came as no surprise to the raccoon that he was a little sleepy; after all, he'd pounded the otter's cute little behind with a vigour that probably would have hurt him if it hadn't felt so damn good.
And yet, as Jarred tore his eyes from the otter to stare again at the ceiling, he was cold. The blankets were warm. The apartment's heating was functioning just fine. The otter was hot, certainly; both inside and out, as Jarred had felt only a few hours earlier. And yet, despite all of that warmth, the raccoon felt cold. His eyes drifted briefly to the edge of the bed, as a flicker of thought crossed his mind. No, he wouldn't move just yet. He knew the warmth wasn't physical.
It never happened to him. That was just the guy that he was. Since he was old enough to pass for old enough with a fake ID, Jarred had gone to the clubs. He'd gone wild. Guys were his thing, and those clubs were practically a buffet to someone like him. It was a gift, he often told his conquests afterwards. He had presence and charm enough to lure any male to him, regardless of what they wanted. They all came to the clubs for the same reason, but they always left with their tails raised eagerly for him. And throughout it all, it felt good. There was the pleasure of the sex, and the pleasure of the conquest, but the sensation of being in control was what pushed him on. He was in command of those horny guys, and he commanded them to service him just like they wanted. Everyone wins, every time.
His eyes drifted back to the otter again. The latest conquest had been a newcomer, someone who hadn't ever come to that particular club before. His twenty-first birthday party, taken out by a few good friends who, over the course of the night, hooked up with partners of their own. That was when Jarred had made his move; he'd cornered the otter and worked his little magic over him. It took a dance and fifteen minutes to make him all but beg Jarred to come back to his place with him. The raccoon had tried to hide the victorious smile from his muzzle.
And the sex had been great. Jarred prided himself on his prowess in bed, despite what others inferred about his ego. His cock was bigger than most and a little thicker to boot, enough to make the inexperienced squeal and the proper sluts moan for more. He had the stamina to go for the long-haul, and the strength to hammer away as hard as a horny boy beneath him needed. Course, it didn't matter much to him if the other guy came; his tending to their needs was all to advance his own pleasure. The more they moaned and squirmed and squeezed down on him, the more he enjoyed it. It reinforced his dominion over their bodies, and it always left him feeling warm and fulfilled afterwards.
But that night, with the otter, he hadn't felt like it. If he was honest with himself, he'd not felt it for about a year. The last time the sex had felt right was the night he'd broken up with a longer-term boyfriend than he was used to, when he'd met a slut-fox at one of the clubs. Aside from the particularly enjoyable romp they'd had on a couch right before the dance floor and in clear sight of everyone, the fox had been so enamoured that he'd invited him to tend his backside again. That night, he'd ended up breeding both the fox and his brother, and a tiger friend of theirs they'd brought along. All that had mattered was the pleasure, and there had been enough of it being shared around that night.
Even as his mind drifted back though, that cold feeling deepened inside Jarred. Ever since that night, no matter the fun he had at the time, every one of his experiences left him cold and empty. The pleasure of the sex faded quickly in the wake of his conquests. The thrill of domination slipped into the night after the playtime was over, and the other guys either went to sleep or vanished. For a moment, Jarred toyed with the thought that he was left alone. He banished it instantly, however. Alone? He was never alone. Every couple nights he'd head to the clubs and find someone. Most were the repeat-offenders, the guys that knew what he could do and wanted another taste. There was the occasional new piece of meat, like the otter that night. He was never really alone. He had all the guys he could ask for.
Despite it all, his mind drifted back again to the day he'd had the fox brothers and their feline friend. Before he'd gone to the club, he'd broken up with the guy he'd seen for the last few months. He was a cute little mousy thing, with gorgeous white fur. Tail that wouldn't quit. Best lay Jarred had ever had in his life, for that matter; the raccoon wasn't too concerned with the opinions of the others he took home, anyway. Ben had been his name, and for the better part of five months all Jarred needed to do was pick up the phone and dial, and the mouse would be there inside of twenty minutes. Five minutes later, something was wrong if Jarred wasn't balls-deep in his backside.
But it went bad, and Jarred remembered it all in vivid detail. The mouse grew attached to him and cared about him. There were offers of dinner, movies, paired outings and the like. Doggedly, Jarred had resisted them for as long as he could. When the sex started to taper off, he learned that he needed to meet Ben halfway if he wanted to get some of that exceptionally fuckable tail. So he'd put on the happy boyfriend face, and gone out with him. He played the mouse's little romance game, and won his sex back. Jarred was more than pleased again.
For a whole week - an unthinkable length of time! - Jarred had been denied what he wanted from the mouse as he denied the invitations to go out. Frustrations built, and more than once he was tempted to head on down to the clubs and pick up one of the easy boys down there. Just the one, maybe two, to ease his needs. If the mouse wasn't going to, he certainly wanted to find someone who would. And yet a sense of guilt had stopped him, and he'd played the game on Ben's terms. It'd been like a drought vanished beneath a torrent of rainfall once he first met Ben's needs.
The mouse had stumbled into Jarred's apartment with a giggle that night; he could handle anything served at the clubs, but a few glasses of red was all it took to turn him into a stumbling drunk. The raccoon had held him up as they headed towards the couch, and with a whoop and a giggle Ben had crashed down on the couch and grinned up at him. "Thank you," he'd said with a grin as wide as his face, as he reached back to wriggle down his pants. His tail vanished into the folds of the fabric as he drew them down, only to emerge and lift up high as his rump was fully exposed before the raccoon.
One second, maybe three at the absolute most, was all it took for Jarred to unbutton the front of his own pants and pounce. A week's worth of denial for him was insanity; masturbation was an alien concept to him when he always had someone to tend his cock for him. It never worked to get him off. The moment his eyes fell on Ben's waggling, inviting rump though, Jarred knew he wouldn't have to worry about that denial again. He'd won. The mouse was his fucktoy again. And what a fucktoy!
The anticipation when they'd reached the apartment had been enough to keep Jarred half-hard the entire way up there. His sheathless malehood was quickly fished out through the unbuttoned access in his pants, and it firmed up the rest of the way in his grasp even as he crawled quickly up onto the couch above Ben. The mouse just grinned up at him and kept wriggling that soft, rounded rump up, and he gave a quiet moan of approval as he felt Jarred's tip grind up against his cheeks.
He knew he'd get it when he got home with Ben in his arms, and so Jarred was prepared. He'd slipped a little bottle of lube down the back of the couch, and he ground himself eagerly against the horny mouse's backside even as he grasped the bottle and popped the cap. He shuddered for a second as he felt his malehood grind down between the mouse's cheeks and press up firmly against his tailhole. For a moment longer he considered whether or not he could just take the mouse dry, with the little pre that was drooling from his tip the only lube he'd need. The thought vanished as he brought he bottle up and emptied some of the slick fluid into his palm; if the mouse was hurt too badly by his eagerness, then Jarred wouldn't be getting him again for another week. He might even have to wait longer, and the raccoon didn't know if he could survive that. His eagerness was tempered as he slathered the clear lube all over his length, and he shivered at the sensation of his own touch against his sensitive, needful flesh.
Then his paws had gripped tightly at Ben's hips, and he'd pushed in. Jarred hadn't gone slow and easy. He knew exactly what the mouse could take, and what he couldn't. The raccoon's hips ground forward even as he pulled Ben's backside up against him, and he slid deeper and deeper into the clenching heat of the mouse's tailhole. The mouse moaned deeply under him as he was entered so smoothly, and even Jarred who rarely vocalized his pleasure was all too eager to join in. Their concerted cries bounced off the apartment walls, as the raccoon's shaft bottomed out inside Ben's body.
There was no time to stop and consider it, though. Desire boiled up inside Jarred, and it needed instantly to be tended. His balls felt heavy enough to drag him down into the couch, and he could feel the way they rested against the silken boxers he wore under his pants as he ground firmly against Ben's rump. The mouse squirmed and whined under him as that familiar, dominant thrill crept back into Jarred's mind. That thrill went almost unnoticed, so wrapped up in the feel of the mouse boy he'd filled up again was he. Domination and submission, control and surrender... neither mattered. There was pure need present in Jarred's mind in that moment, and the raccoon knew he simply had to fuck. The how and why didn't matter to him nearly so much as the week-denied need to pump the backside beneath him with a hot load.
He'd wasted no time before he had begun to thrust into Ben, his hips smooth in their motions back and forth. It had been slight and slow at first, a delicious torture to both males that Jarred insisted on tormenting himself with. Even as his shaft throbbed heavily inside the mouse's body, he fought past the intensity of the pleasure in his mind to grasp a hold of some determination. He focused himself completely on his malehood and his grip on Ben's hips, as the male under him squirmed harder up into his short humps. It was clear to him that Ben wanted more, and that only made Jarred's determination to draw it out that much firmer.
Only barely an inch of the raccoon's pulsing flesh drew back and pushed down into Ben's body, but that was enough for the mouse. His legs spread out as wide as they could go as he rolled his hips back up against Jarred's slow thrusts, and the raccoon couldn't help but shiver with pleasure as he felt Ben deepen those jerks of his hips. The mouse's inner walls squeezed down tighter around him for a moment as he sank in to the hilt again, and a grin spread across Ben's face as he glanced back up and over his shoulder amidst a breathy pant to catch a glimpse of Jarred's pleasure-screwed face.
The raccoon closed his eyes, squeezing them shut as he forced himself to hold onto his focus. After being denied his pleasure and wants for so long and for doing everything the mouse wanted, he didn't want the evening to simply end too quickly. And so he forced himself to calm down, to resist the clenching of the mouse's passage and the promise of greater pleasure it offered. He slowed his hips down again as he felt them start to speed up, and beneath him he heard the satisfying sound of Ben whimpering with renewed need. No doubt the mouse had thought that he could tempt Jarred into simply pounding away and ending the night quickly.
As he felt the mouse's determined need for more though, the desperate whimpers clicked with Jarred's sympathies. After a moment of indecision - continue to tease or offer a small surrender? - the raccoon started to draw his hips slowly back further from Ben's rump. Immediately he felt the mouse shiver and try to push back up to impale himself again, but Jarred's grasp on Ben's hips was too strong to allow it. When half his malehood had been withdrawn, he paused and reversed the motion, pushing himself steadily back down and into the mouse's body. As the tip of Jarred's shaft ground over Ben's prostate, the mouse squealed and clenched down tighter around the raccoon's length. Jarred squeezed his eyes shut tighter as he too shuddered, and a surge of pre worked up through his shaft and spurted out against Ben's inner walls.
On and on it went; Jarred would pull himself halfway out of the mouse's backside, amidst Ben's whimpering and moaning to him with need. And then those moans would change back into sounds of pleasure and fulfilment, as the mouse was steadily filled up again. Each time Jarred angled his inward thrust down and against that sensitive spot inside Ben, and every thrust sent a spasm through the mouse that only added to the raccoon's pleasure. Slowly and steadily he went, determined not to speed up in the slightest and end the intense pleasure wrapped around his malehood.
And yet despite his efforts, he could feel his climax boil up inside him. It seethed in his balls, an increasingly loud voice in the back of his mind tempting him to let go. At first he was able to silence that voice, placating it with firm, deep thrust even as he gritted his teeth against the long-deprived sensations. But then his hips began to twitch and his thrusts became more erratic, and suddenly that voice began to dominate Jarred's mind. His long, smooth, calculated thrusts started to become sharper bucks, his concentrated silence gave way to needful moans, and pleasure surged along the raccoon's malehood and up through his body as he gave in.
His fingertips dug into Ben's sides as he'd arched his back. His thrusts shifted instantly into eager, almost frenzied bucks as he surrendered to that need inside him, and almost immediately he heard the mouse beneath him cry out his approval. Ben's gasps and moans were broken and almost breathless, interrupted over and over as Jarred's hips had slammed into the mouse's raised backside. He'd felt the base of Ben's tail twitch against his belly every time he'd driven himself forward, in time with the clenching of the muscles wrapped around his pulsing shaft. He squeezed down each time Jarred drove himself in to the hilt, and it sent a shiver down his spine as he felt any control he might have had fray beneath a tide of pleasure.
His orgasm came quickly but not entirely unexpectedly. He didn't stop for anything all the way through it; Jarred simply moaned deeper as he pressed his fingertips harder into Ben's hips and continued to thrust. His shaft twitched as it was squeezed tightly by the mouse's inner muscles, but even the shudder that ran through Ben's body as his own climax hit wasn't enough to slow Jarred down. Thick seed erupted from his tip and splashed against Ben's inner walls as the mouse howled his own climax and soaked the cushions of the couch with his own load; it wasn't until much later that Jarred found that Ben had unzipped the front of his pants and begun to paw at himself.
Each pulse of his cock came with a jerk of his hips, and each spurt was ground against Ben's muscles until the raccoon's shaft bottomed out in him again. Each time Ben squeezed down around him, Jarred felt his body all the more willing to pump still more of the sticky fluid up into the mouse's body. It wasn't until he felt himself drained completely that his thrusts began to slow down, and eventually the raccoon's oversensitive malehood came to rest completely buried in the mouse's still-raised rump. Jarred leaned forward and began to pant softly, his paws still with their vice-tight grip of Ben's hips. That had been the relief he'd needed, and finally he'd taken it from the mouse. A grin spread across his lips as Ben smiled innocently back up at him. The raccoon had won again, and he'd won again even later, when he's pushed Ben forward on the couch so there was room for him. He'd pulled the mouse up into his lap, never once pulling out of him, and made the mouse boy milk another hot load out of him. He'd never been more thrilled in his life.
A sigh slipped from Jarred's lips as he glanced over again at the otter beside him. He remembered that the otter had told him his name, but even as he looked over his peaceful face, Jarred couldn't remember what it was. It was Tommy, wasn't it? Or was it Terry? A spark of anger raced through him as he struggled to recall the detail, before he sat up slowly and rubbed over his face. The detail didn't matter. The details never mattered. Their names never mattered. All that mattered was the way they moaned and writhed on his cock and milked a load out of him. That was all that ever mattered. That was what made him happy. Yet as the raccoon squeezed his paws tightly together against his forehead, the question remained: why wasn't he happy?
He didn't know. He couldn't tell. All Jarred knew was that Ben was still in his thoughts. For six months, they'd been together. For five of those months, Jarred had never once gotten bored with the eager little mouse. That never happened. Before Ben, the longest 'relationship' Jarred had been in was a lynx he'd used to know. "We don't have a thing, here," he'd told the lynx, even as he'd lubed up his cock to stuff under that feline tail. "You want my dick, and I'm happy to give it to you." The raccoon had told him that the third time they'd fucked, on the third day they'd known each other. Two days and two more romps, and he'd bid the lynx goodbye and never seen him again. Ben had that beat by a bit over five and a half months.
With a sigh, Jarred let his hands drop down from his face. He glanced over at the otter briefly before he got up out of bed and silently began to put his clothes back on. Whatever he was doing to tend to his needs, the otter hadn't been enough. He just hadn't done enough lately. A quick glance at the alarm clock on the otter's bedside table showed the time as 12:49pm. Early. Plenty of time to go back to the club and pick up another cute boy to stuff his cock into.
Maybe then he'd find happiness again.
[Listen to It's All Coming Back To Me Now (Celine Dion) with this Grooveshark link!](%5C)
It's All Coming Back To Me Now lyrics
There were nights when the wind was so cold
That my body froze in bed
If I just listened to it
Right outside the window
There were days when the sun was so cruel
That all the tears turned to dust
And I just knew my eyes were
Drying up forever
I finished crying in the instant that you left
And I can't remember where or when or how
And I banished every memory you and I had ever made
But when you touch me like this
And you hold me like that
I just have to admit
That it's all coming back to me
When I touch you like this
And I hold you like that
It's so hard to believe but
It's all coming back to me
(It's all coming back, it's all coming back to me now)
There were moments of gold
And there were flashes of light
There were things I'd never do again
But then they'd always seemed right
There were nights of endless pleasure
It was more than any laws allow
Baby, baby
If I kiss you like this
And if you whisper like that
It was lost long ago
But it's all coming back to me
If you want me like this
And if you need me like that
It was dead long ago
But it's all coming back to me
It's so hard to resist
And it's all coming back to me
I can barely recall
But it's all coming back to me now
But it's all coming back
There were those empty threats and hollow lies
And whenever you tried to hurt me
I just hurt you even worse
And so much deeper
There were hours that just went on for days
When alone at last we'd count up all the chances
That were lost to us forever
But you were history with the slamming of the door
And I made myself so strong again somehow
And I never wasted any of my time on you since then
But if I touch you like this
And if you kiss me like that
It was so long ago
But it's all coming back to me
If you touch me like this
And if I kiss you like that
It was gone with the wind
But it's all coming back to me
(It's all coming back, it's all coming back to me now)
There were moments of gold
And there were flashes of light
There were things we'd never do again
But then they'd always seemed right
There were nights of endless pleasure
It was more than all your laws allow
Baby, baby, baby
When you touch me like this
And when you hold me like that
It was gone with the wind
But it's all coming back to me
When you see me like this
And when I see you like that
Then we see what we want to see
All coming back to me
The flesh and the fantasies
All coming back to me
I can barely recall
But it's all coming back to me now
If you forgive me all this
If I forgive you all that
We forgive and forget
And it's all coming back to me
When you see me like this
And when I see you like that
We see just what we want to see
All coming back to me
The flesh and the fantasies
All coming back to me
I can barely recall but it's all coming back to me now
(It's all coming back to me now)
And when you kiss me like this
(It's all coming back to me now)
And when I touch you like that
(It's all coming back to me now)
If you do it like this
(It's all coming back to me now)
And if we...
And there it is! The first story of Fae's Christmas Music-Themed Special 2009 is done! Comments are greatly appreciated, as are scores and favs and the like! Did you enjoy? I hope so! After all, there's still four more stories to go!
Stay tuned, furballs, and take care!