Good Afternoon Mr. Trefoil
Good Afternoon Mr. Trefoil
Aran gritted his teeth as he held his thumb over the green "call" button on his cell phone. Parker, the cute otter lifeguard, had given him his number, but did he really know what he was getting into? When Parker finds out who he is, will he lose it like the others?
Aran dropped his phone on the covers and rolled over on his bed. He worried about things such as, "Is three days long enough?" and "When he said "anytime", did he really mean it?" and so on.
"Uh... What the hell? Hello? Aran?" asked a tinny voice.
The black cat frantically searched for his dropped phone in the sheets. He found it and held it up to his ear.
"Oops... uh... Hi Parker. I accidentally butt-dialed you, I guess you could say. Uh... do you want to hang out at my place after you're done at work?" asked Aran.
"Sure thing," said the otter, "You live right across the street from the Rec Center right?"
"I did say it was right across the street, huh? Yeah, I guess you could say that. There's a bench on the corner by the house that has the nice garden in the spring, I'll be waiting for you there at four."
"Okay. Whoa, wait a second... How did you know that I get off at four?" Parker asked.
"I'm a stalker remember? And I don't think you'll be "getting off" right at four... I'd say more around four-thirty," joked Aran.
"Huh? Oh, oh I see what you did there," said the otter in a patronizing tone, "Yeah. Ha... ha. I'll meet you at four."
Aran hung up and happily squeezed his chest in excitement like a little kid at a birthday party. Maybe, just maybe, Parker might actually turn out be his first boyfriend. Of course, he would have to deal with the initial shock and the cover-up, but love would ensue and make up for it in the long-run.
He ran downstairs and out the door after throwing on his winter coat and hat. Even though he had accidentally called Parker, he couldn't have done so at a better time. His mother and father were both at work and the only people in the entirety of his home were him and Gayle.
He made his way down the street and admired the nice part of town until he reached the bench that he had in mind. Aran sat down and then flipped open his cell phone to play some games while he waited. He had to keep his mind off of the time somehow.
Just as he was wrapping up his fourth song on Tap-tap Revenge 3, Parker interrupted his gaming as he made his way through the snow.
Aran looked up expectantly and turned his cell phone off to avoid any interruptions.
"Hey there," said Parker, "Well... here I am! I'm glad you called me, I wasn't going to do anything this afternoon."
"I'm planning on keeping you occupied, trust me. Let me take you to my house," said Aran.
His black tail happily swished behind him as Parker followed closely. Since they didn't know each other that well, Aran made all the necessary and boring introductions. After Aran had gone though the whole "I'm 18 and I go to private school, but you go to public school" sort of conversation that he had done so many times before, they had finally arrived at his house.
Aran stopped and nervously said, "Well, here it is Parker."
Parker had a confused look on his face. He had the right side of it all scrunched up when he asked, "Uhh... which one is it?"
"The big one with the columns," quietly said Aran.
"Oh but that's the governor's mansion..." Parker's face suddenly froze in a visage of abject horror, "Holy crap! You're the governor's son! Oh my god!"
Aran lightly nodded his head, "Yeah... yeah... my name is Aran Trefoil. Governor Trefoil is my dad."
Parker was still panicking, "But, oh my god! He's all like... "family values" and stuff. Does he know that you're gay?"
Aran lightly nodded his head again, "Yeah he knows, but he leaves me be though. He would never dream of sending me off to some kind of "Gay Camp" or anything. He just wants me to keep it as quiet as possible when I'm in public. I really hate to do this to you, but you have to keep it on the down low too. If word got out and there were pictures in the paper or anything, well, he would lose his some of his voting base."
"So that's it?" asked Parker, "You can't go out on dates or anything?"
"No."
"So pretty much any relationship you might get into would have to be in secret?" asked Parker.
"That's right," said Aran, "We usually just met up somewhere, boink right on the spot, and then they see my house and run. I was all up-front and "I think your parents elected my dad," with the first two. They lost it and I haven't heard from them since. Then I started going as just "Aran" and inviting them over. I've had more luck with that, but they still run for it in the end. I have to say, you've outlasted them all so far."
"Is that so," asked Parker as his long otter whiskers gave a twitch.
"Yeah... So do you want to come inside? There's no one home I promise."
Parker scratched his head, "Uh... do you have one of those movie theaters right in your home?"
"No," answered Aran.
"What about an air hockey table?" asked Parker.
"We have a furnished basement that's got all sorts of stuff," said Aran, "Plasma screen, foosball, pool table, Jacuzzi, guest room, and yes Parker, an air hockey table."
"Well what are we doing out here in the cold? You've got a fricken' Chucky Cheese for horny teens in your basement!" exclaimed Parker.
Aran was in shock, "So... yes? You're cool with all of that?"
"Sure," said Parker, "All we have to do is keep quiet. I don't mind that. Heck, I did that with one of my girlfriends before. Her dad had a thing against otters, he called them "river vermin" or something like that. So yeah, I don't mind this at all."
Aran finally felt comfortable again. "Let's go then!" he said as he opened the gate and led Parker to the front door. They threw off their winter things and hustled down to the basement as discreetly as they could.
After the nickel tour of the basement, Parker was thoroughly impressed.
"Wow," said the otter, "Your basement is bigger than my whole house, just saying."
Aran laughed, "It's not that big; don't exaggerate! It's not like we have a bowling alley down here. I've been to houses with bowling alleys before. They're just stupid. They're noisy and boring. My dad and I agreed that he would rather have a new car and send me to college more than a bowling alley."
"Oh well, that's nice," grumbled Parker, "Are we going to play air hockey or what?"
"Yeah, it's right over here," said Aran as he led the otter into the other section of the basement.
Aran switched the table on and got everything set to play. He knocked the puck around and watched it spin and ricochet under the neon light until a great idea hit him. He turned to Parker with a glint in his eye.
"Let's make this interesting," he said, "We'll play best of 20 rounds. If I win, you have to be my private boy toy for 11 minutes. I've got all of my stuff that we'll need laid out, and you have to do whatever I say. If you win, you're a free man."
"What? That's no bet at all. I don't get anything if I win!" explained Parker.
"Yeah, yeah... okay you crybaby, I'll give you fifty bucks if you win."
The otter's face lit up, "Now that's a deal. Let's do this you walking omen of bad luck. I need a new pair of shoes."
Aran happily added every point that he won knowing that it meant a minute with Parker. However, after much sweat, an amazing comeback by Parker, and ten full minutes of fierce air hockey action, they were both tied at ten points.
Parker placed the glowing puck in the middle of the table, but held his finger on it.
"Dude," he said as he grinned at the black cat, "I might get fifty bucks."
"Dude," mocked Aran from across the table, "I might get lucky tonight."
"Okay GO!" said Parker.
The match was over in mere moments. Aran was concentrating on all of the sick and twisted things that he would make the otter across the table do to him, that he didn't realize he had accidentally knocked the puck into his own goal.
"YES!" exclaimed Parker as Aran's head drooped, "That counts as a point. No redos. I win. Now hand over the dough Richie Rich."
Aran dejectedly pulled a fifty dollar bill out of his wallet and passed it to Parker. The otter's smile dropped as soon as he saw how disappointed Aran was. It took him only a second to decide that such a thing was no victory.
He took the money, but he surprised Aran. Parker pulled on the front of Aran's jeans and slipped the bill into his tight underwear "stripper style". He then pulled the cat towards him which practically threw him into a rough and loving kiss.
Before Aran knew what hit him, he was pushed over the air hockey table and his dream man, Parker, was pulling off his shirt to reveal his sleek frame and shining fur. They wrapped themselves up in another kiss, this one not as urgent. Aran had time to run his fingers though the fur on the otter's back and used his claws to gently scratch at the skin beneath.
Parker broke the kiss and hotly whispered, "Get your stuff," in Aran's ear.
Aran didn't even remember leaving the basement. He sprinted up two flights of steps to his room, opened up his special "Drawer o' Porn 'n Toys" and removed some condoms and a bottle of lube, and he was in the process of thundering down the steps when Gayle, his fossa housekeeper, caught him at the bottom of the stairs. Her keen, weasel-like eyes went from the condoms, to the lube, to the fifty dollars in poking out of his pants, and then finally to Aran's mortified face.
The black cat gulped.
"Umm... Gayle? For the first time, this is exactly what you think it is," said Aran.
He slipped the money out of his pants and pressed the bill into Gayle's soft, brown paw in his first attempt at a bribe. Gayle looked at the money for a moment before she passed it back to Aran.
"I'll let you know if the governor comes home sweetheart. Now you and that nice cute otter boy do whatever it is you do," she softly said.
"OKAYTHANKSBYE!" stammered Aran as he rushed past her and back into the basement.
When he finally got back into the game room, Aran started to thunderously laugh and almost dropped everything when he saw the pose that his hot otter friend was in. Parker had dimmed the lights and splayed out on the pool table like some kind of model. Some strategically placed cue balls were hiding his own.
"Who were you talkin' to?" he asked as if they were meeting on the street.
Aran managed to choke back some of his giggles and said, "Gayle, she's the housekeeper. She's keeping watch. May I ask what brought this on?"
"I got bored and wanted to surprise you," answered Parker, "I was praying that it was you coming down the stairs."
"Yeah it was me," said Aran, "Get off of there already; I want to take a look at you."
Parker carefully got off the pool table and out into the better lit part of the room. Aran left his things on the air hockey table and held Parker tight. He could feel the otter's lithe frame and the modest, yet tight and sinewy muscles underneath his fur. The black couldn't keep himself from kissing Parker's chest and rubbing his face on it.
"Oh wow, you are a thing of beauty Parker," he said, "I guess I don't really deserve an answer for this considering what I'm making you go through, but do you think I'm cute?"
Parker sighed and held Aran close.
"Well, when were in the storage room, it was kind of dark, but I was watching you the whole time. It took some getting used to, but I liked it. I like watching you. I was so shy when I asked you if I could stay while you finished. That face you made when you were done though, it's something I want to see again," admitted Parker, "So yeah, it was a little different at first, but that won't keep me from trying it again. I guess the shorter and less erection diminishing answer is yes, you're a cutie and I want to make you happy."
"Awww..." exclaimed Aran, "Trust me; you make me happy just by talking to me."
Aran turned back to where he left his things and handed a condom to Parker.
"Here, you put that on," said Aran before holding up the lube, "I'll take care of this."
Aran took off his clothes and dropped them on the floor of the quiet and darkly lit room and by the time he was done, Parker was finished with the protection. He lifted himself up onto the air hockey table and sat facing Parker, but the otter had a pained expression on his face.
"Have you ever done this before? By "this" I mean, you know..." sheepishly asked Parker.
"What? You mean anal sex? No. Like I said, they all run screaming after the first date, if you can call them dates. This is a little too personal for that sort of thing. I mean, my mouth is one thing, but you're..." Aran thought for a moment, "Let's just say it's not the same."
"I know what it is," the otter declared, "you just like being in control. Well don't you worry about me. I don't want to hurt you or anything. All I'm going to do is show you how good it felt from my end."
"Oh wow!" Aran happily exclaimed, "You're good at the whole dirty talk thing."
Aran tried to hide the fact that he was shivering with anticipation as he opened the small bottle he had been hiding. After strategically applying the slippery stuff to both himself and Parker, he got on his back on the air hockey table with his legs still hanging over the edge. The only things readily visible were the whites of his eyes and an occasional flash of his teeth when he spoke or grinned underneath the black-light.
Aran locked his legs behind the otter's back as soon as Parker grabbed onto his hips. After a quick adjustment, he was purring as he was being slowly spread by his new lover. He couldn't help but gasp when Parker had fully filled him. The sensation was both familiar, but so different at the same time. It took only a moment for Aran to decide that the best part was the warmth of having someone so close.
Once the otter saw that his brand new boyfriend was not in any pain, he started to slide himself in and out at an easy pace. The newfound friction brought a new wave of pleasure washing over Aran. He held on to Parker's planted hands and began to pant and squirm as his lover kept slowly thrusting into him.
All of it was just so overwhelming for Aran. The smooth feel of the rubber sliding around inside of him, Parker's determined motions, and his own heavy breathing and purrs were flooding his senses. He wanted more of it. He wanted to see Parker again. Aran could think of nothing else in the world that would make him happier than swimming with him, eating with him, or sleeping wrapped up in his arms. He was the one thing that he could never hope to buy.
Parker gave one final heave and hilted as Aran could feel his manhood throb and start to fill the condom. Aran pulled his legs in tight so that his lover would be fully buried inside of him and enveloped in warmth. The black cat had to grit his teeth as he was spread to his limit, but it was worth it to see the look on Parker's face as he tensed and groaned.
"How was that?" asked Aran.
"Good," was Parker's breathless answer, "but, you didn't come yet."
Parker slid out and buried his face between Aran's still spread legs. He lightly teased the cat with his tongue for a moment before moving up to lap at his erection. Aran almost cried out as he felt every grainy taste bud on Parker's tongue swipe across his incredibly sensitive organ. A few licks was all Aran could take before his orgasm hit him. His sticky seed painted his pitch black chest and created an incriminating glow under the ultraviolet light.
Parker stopped right away and made a sour face.
"Oh," said Aran, "Well, you get used to the taste eventually, but you're not exactly supposed to swish it around either."
"I tink I need a glass of wader," replied Parker.
"Take a right out of this room and you'll find the bathroom," said Aran.
After Parker rushed off, Aran carefully got up and made sure that his "contribution" wouldn't drip onto the floor. He found Parker in the bathroom chugging water directly out of the faucet.
"Oh come on, it's not that bad," he said.
"Umm... I'm thirsty?" responded Parker.
"Lies aren't convincing when they're in the form of a question," admonished Aran, "Now, do you want to take a shower with me? I got a little messy."
"I'd love a shower!" said Parker, "You know, you were all green under the black-light. It was pretty funny."
"Very C.S.I.," agreed Aran.
Aran loved watching beads of water roll down Parker's sleek coat of fur, even though his own was soaking through. He gave Parker another kiss while in the shower before he finished getting cleaned up. In no time, they were dried off, back in their street clothes, and snuggling together on a couch.
"So what do you think of all of this Parker?" Aran quietly asked.
"I like it," he said, "You're like a best friend that I can have sex with."
Aran laughed a bit before saying, "Well, that's hopefully the basis of most healthy relationships."
Parker brought his muzzle down between Aran's ears and gave one of them a slight nibble.
"I have to go home you know," he said.
"Yeah, I know you do," replied Aran, "Maybe I can follow you there sometime?"
"Well, I'm not sure my home is really your style. I guess you might as well check out where I live though," said Parker.
"Well, alright then. You have to set up the next date though," said Aran.
"Oh man, are you saying that I have to wait to come back to Govenor Trefoil's Pleasure Palace?" teased Parker.
"Oh shut up," said Aran, "C'mon, I'll take you to the door."
Aran looked out the window to see Parker give one last look at his house and shake his head as if to say, "Wow, who knew?" before he continued on down the street and out of sight.