Black and White - Chapter 6: Dreadnought.
Author's notes: Part six of the series.
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Black and White - Chapter 6: Dreadnought.
I literally held my jaw. Had to keep it from falling down. I scooped another spoonful of ice cream, and popped it in my mouth. Letting it melt a little.
"Hollywood?" I had to make sure. I didn't see him sign up for American Idol. And he can't sing.
"You could say. I just had my contract signing yesterday." He showed me a photograph on his phone. It was not a joke. There he was, wearing his simple clothes. But he looked gorgeous.
Another photograph from his phone set my pulse rate way too high.
Douglas Grove. Wearing an argyle sweatshirt. There's nothing out of the ordinary, except it was one of those really cool brands. Okay, it was Mossimo, but it was my best friend I'm looking at. He had his head bowed down. And among the foliage. Eyes were photoshopped - they were made green to suit the setting. He was grayed out. Complimentary diamonds in black and white were on his shirt. The sweatshirt was hiked up to an oblique muscle on his torso. And underneath, just before the bush covered his thighs. Good Lord, it was the best pair of bikini underwear I've ever seen. It was white, but spirals, swirls, and other nature prints covered it. I can see the fold of fabric happen between his slightly parted legs. His tail was there, and I thought it looked cute.
"Jeez, man. I'm stiff." He stretched languidly over my lap, after having downed his pint.
"Yeah, same here."
"I can very well see that." It was stated matter-of-factly. I blushed.
So that's that. How my best friend became a movie star. From an advertisement. And now he looked great in film. He'd be shooting his first movie. What kind of movie, he said he didn't know yet, but he said there'd be action in it. I just hope it isn't the kind of action I thought it would be.
Maybe, just maybe, dreams do come true. If that was what he wanted, then it must be true. Mr. Key's magic must have worked, and it held true. Be careful what you wish for, he said. It held true.
Because over the past few days, I find myself in constant longing and ache. I just wanted to be close, even if it means sitting him, or pairing up, or walking home. This weekend was all that I was looking forward to.
I unzipped my pants, and picked up where we left off. I told him I was so pent-up, which was true (I promised not to touch myself until I had the chance with Douglas). My pants were instantly pooled around my ankles. This wasn't the first time he saw me. I was rock hard, tip oozing with my sweet pre-come. The scent of sex drenched the air, and I began to work my sheath over the outline of my canine cock.
He was watching me. Showed no signs of wanting to look away. Oh, my best friend is watching me. Before I could make the first wet sound, he licked his chops. I waited. Did he want to join me? Did he want to swallow me? Is he going to fuck the living heck out of me?
"Ohh." I released my tight grip on my member. The sheath naturally slid down, exposing my bright, cherry-colored head. The veins underneath my shaft throbbed with great need. A paw tweaked my nipple, and I moaned.
It was more of a murr. Douglas noted I'd make beautiful sounds like that when I slept. He said he'd stay up watching me all night during camping trips, so he could hear me. I made the sounds I think he would love. My eyes were trained on him. Sometimes, they would close, because it felt so good. Sometimes, I would like to pretend he wasn't there. Even when I can feel his eyes boring holes into me.
"Please. Please fuck me." I panted through my mouth. Legs propped me over the sofa, where he could see my free hand disappearing between my legs. I held my tail high, exposing my hole.
The best thing was that Douglas was beside me. And I was between his reach. Without giving it much thought, I raked the soft, pink, hole with a claw. It opened and closed. And opened again.
This window of opportunity, I jumped. I can feel my digit probing inside my tight, virgin, hole. It wiggled inside my gut, feeling the warm walls closing in. And I felt like I was about to pass out. My meat bobbed when I hit a good spot, and I saw stars.
It was painful. Thank goodness he wasn't touching me, otherwise I would have exploded. Pre-come spurted out of my small piss slit. I felt myself ripping as I pushed all the way in. I expanded to accommodate the single digit, but it hurt so much. I never had anything down there. At least, until today.
I began to ride my pawfinger. Hips thrust in the air to meet my other paw. Just a few bucking motions with my hips, and I came all over, shooting past my head. Douglas chuckled, and I hesitated pulling out. I can feel the pain of my newly-invaded walls, and it scared me.
Douglas sighed as he got his phone out of his pocket. He said it was time for him to go. Inside the doggybag where our spoons and ice cream left was a rag. At least on first looking, it seemed like a rag. By the time I knew what it was, he was gone. It was the bikini he wore, and it smelled like a man.
Again, as I lifted the musky bikini to my face, I felt a sudden emptiness creep through my spine. The basement was as quiet as we had come. And I am all alone.
In the advent of darkness, I stand on the cliff where a lighthouse erected. I saw the dim lights of a dreadnought growing dimmer. Distance greatened, and I knew it was gone as soon as it had come.