A Better Nothing
Hello everyone! I've returned from my hiatus (assuming any of you remember me.)
This was the result of inspiration from an old favourite song of mine, which, of course, turned into porn. I also tried something a bit different with the narrative - this is my shortest piece yet and thus not quite as descriptive in regards to the saucy scenes as I would have liked, but I decided to upload it anyway. Have fun ;)
Hello Damien,
I'm sure you'll have noticed by now that I am gone.
Before you accuse me of stealing again you'll find that I have only taken what is mine. Your cash, keys and phone are in the safe. I have changed the code, and if you want your stuff back, you will have to read on - the combination is hidden somewhere in this document. Because I know there is nothing more you despise than facing the repercussions of your actions, I have taken such a measure to ensure that you will actually read this letter in its every graphic detail in the hope that maybe some of it will stick in your mind.
You may be wondering what has changed - I think we both know. I curse myself for taking this long to grow the balls to stand up to your manipulative, controlling, abusive self; you may have ground my self-worth down into nothing more than dust and driven me away from my friends but thankfully your actions were so reprehensible that your repulsiveness outshone even the cage of control you had imposed upon me.
Yes, I found out about him. After your crazy paranoid mind drove away Thomas, my last remaining light in the darkness, for our apparent little fling, too! Yes, in that metaphor, you are the darkness, just in case I hadn't made that clear.
I highly doubt it, but with any luck this might not come as such a surprise to you - I confronted you last night shortly before you passed out, but as with every night, I don't imagine you'll be able to remember much no matter how hard you rack your whisky-clouded mind. Sorry about the knuckles - I'll make sure to avoid your fist the next time you hook me in the eye with it. Yep, by the way, thanks for that - had I needed any more proof of what a true scumbag you are, I would be simply spoiled.
I made my move after you slipped from consciousness. By sunset I had left, with nothing more than the contents of my bag and a throbbing eye to my name. Oh, and of course, a train ticket - one way. I was to be gone by sunrise, but only after making one stop along the way.
The look on poor Thomas's face scared me at first. I didn't know what to think; I couldn't decide if he was scared, relieved, confused or what. I'm surprised he was so quick to open up after what you did to him - maybe the swollen eye gave the situation away. Empathy is a wonderful thing, but I don't expect you to understand that.
My intentions at the time of my arrival were still unclear; all I knew was that I wanted at least a little bit of closure, and I was willing to achieve that through any means necessary.
I was scared, too - I thought he wouldn't want anything to do with me after the drama. It's not like I can blame him for it, considering your actions. However, fate was kind, and the weirdness subsided shortly after he invited me in. We exchanged small talk at first, tentatively avoiding the obvious, but we could only dance around the subject for so long and as time grew shorter I found myself apologising for the events of the previous month.
He opened up with ease. For the record, he doesn't hate you, as much as that may come as a surprise. Finally, we admitted the feelings we had for each other, and I had found what I was looking for: the truth. I told him I hadn't much longer, and needed to leave; as I reached the door, he called my name and approached me from behind. In silence, we looked into each others' eyes.
He threw his arms around my neck and fell into me, our muzzles drawn together like magnets; one unthinking, swift movement and his lips were against mine. Oh, how soft they were! His paw trembled as he brought it to my cheek and a few soft grunts escaped him; soon, our tongues were tied and danced in each other's maws, my own paws finding their way down his side.
I admit, I had forgotten what such a deep, soft, loving kiss can do - after all, it'd been a while since you had shown me such affection - and, well, let's just say the coyote's coy exterior crumbled pretty fast. His paws - his soft, delicate little paws - soon found their way to my rear, and to my surprise, he signalled his intent with a firm squeeze. Suddenly, the little coyote wasn't so shy.
The knowledge hurts, doesn't it? No doubt the mere knowledge that someone else so much as had their paws on your raccoon will be sending you into some kind of jealous frenzy. If that's the case, then I feel for you - because it's about to get much better.
He wasted no time. His paws slid up my shirt, his velvet pads exploring my form, and before long, we stood shirtless, tied in another passionate embrace of tongues. Eventually, I became consumed by carnal need; pulling back and lowering myself to the sofa, I began to nuzzle and kiss my way down his neck, chest, stomach, and then eventually to the rim of his jeans, where he paused to make sure I was comfortable.
Let me ask you something, Damien, when was the last time you had stopped to make sure I was okay with _your_advances? Of course, the answer is rather disappointing; never. Maybe you can learn a thing or two from Thomas. I'm not forcing you to read through this as a punishment or anything - well, not _solely _as punishment - in fact, there's much in here you can learn from! Honestly, it's for the greater good. Oh, and the combination for the safe, of course. I'd nearly forgotten about that!
Anyway, back to the subject at hand - of course I was sure. I was "fire of pure need burning in the pit of my stomach" sure. Desperately sure. As I tugged down his jeans, I could see that his own needy sentiment echoed mine; for such a modest, shy boy, he certainly didn't have much to be modest or shy about. A bulging protuberance throbbed beneath the fabric of his underwear, and he made the cutest little noise and I nuzzled into it, taking in his gentle yet masculine scent. A paw found its way behind my ear and scratched me right in my favourite spot - you know what that does to me - and I began to wiggle his boxers down until his girthy maleness sprung out.
My stomach was in knots. He was so big - yes, much bigger than you. As I took the base of his hot, leaking flesh into my paws, a shiver bolted through me at the thought of feeling it from the inside, and I realised in that moment there was nothing else I could have wanted more. I trailed my tongue up from the base, taking care to clean him of the beads of pre that rolled down the underside, before taking the head into my muzzle.
Such cute little moans escaped him as I savoured his taste. He had a much stronger flavour than yourself; it was refreshing to have a real dick in my muzzle for once. By the time his head had reached the back of my maw, I found myself gawking at how much I had to go. It was no problem, of course - I managed to take him balls deep in no time. I started working on his length, taking it from the base all the way to the head, then back down, back up, back down, occasionally pausing to work my tongue around the circumference of his head. As I gradually began to increase my pace, I felt his member begin to twitch and throb in my maw and amongst his gentle back arches, short breaths and soft moans, I could tell he was already growing closer to the edge. It had obviously been a while for the poor guy.
My suspicions were confirmed when, with a sudden sharp breath, he pulled out of me, trailing a string of saliva with him. He motioned me up, then rose from off the couch before sweeping me off my feet and carrying me through the house to his bedroom. He told me how he'd waited for this moment for a long time, and I was finally free to admit that I had felt the same.
He lay me on my front, straddling me from behind, then nudged my jeans and underwear down; the cool of the air against my exposed rear was quick to dissipate as he grabbed my cheeks with eager paws, a digit slipping under my tail to give my entrance a gentle massage.
Before I could finish whatever lust-fuelled utterance had begun to escape me, a sudden warmth underneath my tail cut me off, reducing my words to a sharp moan. The coyote's tongue was firmer than your own, but something about Thomas's delicate technique made it all the more enjoyable; he traced his wet muscle up, down and around my sensitivities, occasionally dipping the tip in and tracing it over my taint. Before long, my rear was completely slickened.
Luckily for him, that was all I needed to progress any further. It took him by surprise - especially considering his size - that I would be able to take him with nothing more than spit, but months of ill-prepared intercourse as a result of your disregard of my own comfort had me more than prepared. Again, thank you Damien - you made this encounter possible.
As he grinded against me with a steady, slow rhythm, sticky beads of pre trickled down and pooled against my hole, the warmth from both his throbbing maleness and the juices relaxing it in preparation. Eventually, using a paw to aim and steady his throbbing length, he rubbed his head against my entrance.
With my head buried in the pillow, I took the sheets into a tight grasp, squeezing as a pressure built underneath my tail. With his member positioned, he leaned forward, his chest against my back and with one slow movement, he pressed into me.
Sure, it hurt at first - it's not like I'm used to such thickness - and a yelp escaped me, but a few soothing nuzzles and licks later and I could already feel my rear warming to the intruder's presence as I loosened around it. With a few more spasms and twitches of my tunnel, the coyote pushed deeper into me, gushing about my tightness and taking my paws into his own. Now, with the full weight of his chest on my back, his hips met my rear as he hilted me. It had been so long since I had been so close to someone, and I don't just mean physically - with his maleness resting inside me, I felt the Coyote's presence overtake what was left of your own. We lay there for a moment in silence - save for our heavy breaths - and I could have sworn I felt his heart beating in sync with my own.
Once my cavity had ceased its contractions around the invading coyote length, Thomas started to work his hips back and forth, picking up a steady, soft rhythm. He squeezed me tighter as pleasured moans escaped us both, then took my scruff cautiously in his neck, resting his teeth in my flesh but taking care not to hurt me. Lucidity seemed to slip from me more and more with every stroke of his member and I soon found my eyes fluttering closed; I was reduced to nothing more than a trembling vessel of my love's gratification. For a blissfully long time, I could only comprehend the fullness of his presence inside me.
Pausing, the coyote then ran his arms underneath me and rolled us onto our side - now spooning, his teeth sank deeper into me, but only so much so that the sensation did nothing other than rile me up even further. For a predatory animal, his mating habits were gentler than what I had expected, yet still enough to let me know that I was, even if only temporarily,his.
Hilting me once more, a sudden explosion of unexpected pleasure bloomed within me; our new angle had the coyote's thickness rubbing against my prostate with every stroke, which was enough to send me crazy. My uncontrollable noises of pleasure only grew louder as the canine began to run fully off of instinct, softly chewing on my neck as the sound of his heavy balls slapping against my flesh echoed throughout my room.
Until then, I had always assumed such things as hands-free orgasms to be a myth - however, as if the sheer amount of pre pooling under me wasn't sufficiently indicative of my imminent explosion, my dick started to twitch and throb like I'd never seen with every stroke against my sweet spot. An immense presence began to build up from the depths of my rear, soon spreading to the pits of my stomach and my member. Observant as the coyote was, he clocked onto how close I was and picked up his pace, taking my member into a free paw as the other held my leg up, spreading my taut cheeks even further as he hammered me full-force.
Alright, technically it wasn't entirely hands-free, but whatever - all it took was one touch. Already teetering on the edge, the coyote's silky pawpad graced against the head of my length and with a small scream of pleasure, an earth-shattering bliss rippled through my frame as I erupted, sending thick white ropes shooting into the air in near impossible quantities.
As I blew, my body went into overdrive; my breaths grew short, my heartbeat rocketed and my tunnel began to spasm around Thomas's maleness. My canal's contractions were enough to massage the coyote into an explosive release - tightening his grip on me, his low growls broke into an adorable whimper as he emptied the contents of his plump, heavy balls inside me. With every shot, his member stiffened and thickened, stretching my tender ring and sending shots of pleasure rippling through my shaking, exhausted self.
For a while, we were rendered unable to do anything more than pant and feel each other's presence. It was definitely the best sex I had ever experienced - not meaning to be a dick or anything, but you gotta brush up on your fucking game, Damien.
Eventually, he slid out of me, trailing what was probably the most cum I'd ever seen. I dunno if it's just a canine thing or what, but goddamn, we ruined those bedsheets_._
Held in each other's arms, we spoke into the night. I won't bore you with details, but in the hours that followed I saw deep into that boy, as he did into me - let me tell you, for all that we'd been through, his heart remains as golden as ever. Can you say the same? I know I can't.
Time's relentless march continued and as a sad reality dawned on me, the coyote dozed off. We had such an amazing night, and I didn't want to ruin the mood with the tears I now felt building up in my periphery. Throughout all the pain you put me through - the pain that still resonates with me on a deep level as I type this - nothing hurt as much as what I did next. It was nothing I wanted to do, rather, one of many actions I've realised recently I had to do.
Taking extreme care not to wake the sleeping canine, I slipped out, dressed myself up and made my way down to the station with bleary eyes. I tell myself my actions are for the best - that I need to run from this place and the people in it and never look back, though I'm not sure I believe it yet. Only time will tell. All I can do is pray that maybe soon this pain will subside and I will come to realise that I was right. Oh, and by the way, the code is my birthday. Don't blame me if you never cared enough to remember it.
Despite all this negativity, as the sun peaked up from beyond the horizon and my train pulled into the station, a strange, distant sense of freedom seemed to, for a second, reverberate within me - it's not the first time I've been here. You were but another mistake in a long list of mistakes I am learning from. Every time I'm left with nothing, but nothing's all I need.
I will do fine without you.
Goodbye.
For those of you interested, the song that inspired the characters and such: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2MFUkCsMAxw
Thanks for reading!