A New Companero, Ch. 2
Again, the following story has some graphic situations. But you don't just stumble upon this sort of thing every day, so I am sure you intended to be here. But, if you aren't allowed to read it, don't!
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Reading chapter one is not necessary, but it does help one to understand the story better.
Dave held Marth's hand tightly in his as he led him towards the locker room. He was running fairly fast, and Marth struggled to keep up. Every few seconds Dave would look back with a huge goofy grin on his face. Marth was smiling broadly too, though it was hard to tell as he panted and wheezed with his mouth open and his tongue hanging out; he was not used to running of any sort, not to mention running while being entranced by Dave's irresistible beauty. He was so near to him, yet he was just out of reach. But his warm hand surrounding Marth's so securely banished any feelings of being lost.
Marth felt filled with a sensation he hadn't felt since he was ten, when everything was still magical and new. He felt as if there were a billion little muscles inside his torso that were all quivering in time with each other. He felt as if he were a marionette, and some puppeteer above him was pulling the strings attached to his thighs and calves. They shook entirely without Marth's control. Well, he could control them if he wanted. He could concentrate on his breathing, feel its rhythm, calm his muscles...but why would he want to bother himself with something as base as breathing? This was a feeling like no other, like excitement and ecstasy, sensuality without sensibility, wanting tortured by waiting...it was a fullness, an emotional overflow. It felt...warm.
After a few minutes of sprinting, Dave ducked into the locker room door and turned on the lights. Marth ran past him and collapsed on the bench. He lay on his back and stared up at the fluorescent lights as they flickered on, illuminating the room with a yellowish glow. Suddenly, the beams of light were blotted out by Dave's beaming smile.
Marth felt hands on his chest, and the silver vest slipped to the floor. Dave unbuttoned the black, silky shirt Marth was wearing and kissed his chest, his neck, and then his lips, with all the tenderness and love of a newly married couple on their honeymoon. He could feel the tremors underneath Marth's skin, but the smile on his face assured him that all was well. Marth closed his eyes and trembled silently. The touch of Dave's moist lips on his bare skin sent shivers of sensuality down his spine. Dave slipped off the shiny black shoes and socks that were on Marth's feet. He tickled his soles, and Marth jerked his leg a bit in response. He felt hands creep up his calves to his inner thighs, then stop just above his pubic hair. The pants he was wearing were a bit too tight, so the button snapped and the waistband groaned in relief as Dave removed them from his legs. All that was left now was a tight pair of white briefs. Dave massaged Marth's throbbing cock through the thin layer of cloth. He stretched down the bench so he could look Marth straight in the eyes and smiled as he removed the last barrier between Marth and complete sexual release. Marth's freed cock sprung to attention, pointing nearly straight up and pulsing with waves of heat and pleasure. Dave stood up with a smirk on his face.
"You've got quite a foil, boy!" he said, arms akimbo as he stood next to Marth's supine form. Marth smirked at this reference to fencing, the sport he now loved above all else for its ability to bring him and his new companion to such intimate encounters. He closed his eyes and waited for what he felt had to follow.
"Quite a foil, boy!" Dave repeated, still smiling and still standing. Marth enjoyed the suspense. Any number of things could happen now.
"Foil, boy!" Marth opened his eyes. Dave was acting odd. He hadn't moved from the position he took when he dismounted Marth. He just stood there, staring blankly into space. Marth shook his head.
"Hey, foil boy!" Dave growled through his teeth. "Marth! Jesus man...Marth!"
Marth snapped his head to attention. He peered around the packed auditorium. Suddenly, Dave appeared at his side with a silver mesh face mask in his hands. He had an urgent look in his eyes. "Marth, I need you to do what I ask you to do, and I need you to do it when I ask you do to it." He spoke out of the side of his mouth, pointing to areas of the hall, trying to deceive the audience, to make them think he was conferring with his foilman. "You are making me look bad," he said as he grabbed the sword he needed and placed the mask back on his head.
Marth stood at attention. As he watched Dave parry and thrust about the ring, he felt nauseous. All Dave had asked was that he wear the uniform and follow a few simple directions, and he blew it. A fantasy of his love had turned his love against him. He felt his head start to spin. This was nothing like the feeling from the daydream. He felt out of control, but in such a manner that even Dave's loving caress couldn't stop this speeding spiral he was stuck in.
But Marth was suddenly revived. "Hey buddy!" Dave said as he looked over his shoulder towards Marth. He didn't miss a beat, and lofted a new foil to Dave, who deftly caught it with his left paw. He quickly transferred it to his right and continued the battle. Now Marth was standing on a firm base of emotions, brought on by newly recognized sensations. The cold, blunt tip of the foil he was fingering caused a shiver to shoot down his spine. The sound of metallic impacts stung his ears. He swallowed the bitter taste that had build up in his mouth just moments ago. His gaze alighted on Dave as he gracefully floated about the ring, his tail tracing slow circles in the air. A smile crept across his lips. Dave wasn't angry, and Marth wasn't upset. He started to feel the rush of excitement again, like the one he had in his mind earlier.
Finally, Dave struck home. His thin, flexible sword bent at an insane angle as he thrust it against his opponent's chest. Marth smiled as he envisioned the expression Dave had underneath his mask: surprise, excitement, and, of course, triumph, all mixed together in a wide smile. Everyone in the crowd roared and jumped to their feet. Marth followed suit, knocking over the container of foils he had been standing next to. He hurriedly picked them up and righted the case, then ran up to Dave to shake his hand.
"Congratulations!" he said. "You were amazing!"
Dave was swamped by the crowd of friends and family that rushed up to congratulate him. "Marth!" he yelled above the din. "Meet me in the locker room!"
Marth nodded in response and rushed out of the crowded auditorium. He sprinted down the vacant halls, chasing after his invisible lover, panting and smiling the whole way. He burst into the locker room and collapsed on the floor. He lay in total darkness on the floor, quivering with excitement. He relived the dream he had earlier in his mind, again and again, each time better than the next, until a ray of light came from the door. Dave stepped into the room and turned on the lights. Marth squinted as they flickered on, casting their familiar yellow glow over everything.
Dave took off his silver mask, and sweat glistened on his brow. All the fur on his head was drenched in sweat. He took off his white undershirt. An odor hit Marth, a musky scent that overtook him for a moment. He inhaled deeply this earthy smell. He wanted to bury his head in Dave's chest, to feel the warmth radiating from his very core, to bring far into his nostrils what must have been the very essence of his beautiful physique. Dave looked down at Marth.
"What's up, man? What was with the lights being out?"
"Oh, I couldn't find the lightswitch," Marth replied, smirking a bit.
"Why are you on the ground?"
"Well...err..." Marth stammered for a response. "My back was hurting from all the standing, and it felt best to lay flat on the floor, so...that's what I did."
"Heh, alright man. I am gonna take a shower real quick." With that he walked past Marth and towards the shower room. Marth's eyes sprung open.
"Hey, umm, I don't know how to say this...I was just...do you think I could..."
"Shower with me too?" Dave had a mischievous glimmer in his eyes, as if he had been expecting Marth to respond in such a manner. "Well sure, if you want to. I suppose."
Marth jumped up from the floor quicker than even he had thought possible. His tail was wagging furiously, and he wore a huge, toothy grin. As he followed the half-naked husky to the locker room, he realized Dave was quivering too. He was feeling the same excitement that Marth was feeling.
Dave stopped at a bench and took off the rest of his clothes. His cock was fully erect, and it was pulsing with the beat of his heart. He quickly turned around, and peeked around his shoulder. "Go ahead, man. I will see you in there." With that, he quickly walked into the shower room.
Marth heard the shower start running. He hastily brought the smooth shirt he was wearing over his head. He kicked off his shoes and ripped off his pants, throwing them all in a heap next to Dave's pants. He bent down to take off his socks and threw them in the same pile. He brought his white briefs to his ankles, and his hard cock sprung out as if it were a spring under a great deal of stress. As he rose to walk into the shower room, he saw Dave, leaning against a wall with a white towel around his waste, his giant dick poking over the top.
"Very nice, very nice!" he said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Say, could you turn around for me?"
Marth looked towards his feet and smiled, feeling heat rush to his cheeks. He slowly spun until he was facing Dave again. Now his dick, too, was pulsing, bobbing up and down with the beat of his heart.
"Alright, now could you just turn around half way?" said Dave, still comically stroking his face.
Marth did as he was asked, quivering more and more, partly from the cold, but mostly because he was becoming immensely aroused.
"Bend over."
Marth's fluffy tail poked straight up from behind him as he bent over, presenting a small pink target to Dave. "I am at his mercy now," he thought. "I wonder just what he is thinking of for an 'encore'" He peeked through his legs just in time to see Dave's as they stopped behind him. He felt a finger massage his hole, occasionally penetrating a bit, then coming back out to circle it. Marth gasped a bit. Never before had he experienced this feeling. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before. After a minute or so, Dave put a hand on Marth's chest and brought him to a standing position again.
Without a word Dave kneeled in front of Marth. He reached between his legs and put his left finger back where it was before, except now much deeper. Marth barely had time to react before he felt his cock surrounded by Dave's warm mouth. He threw his head back at this dual delight, cool behind and warm in front. Waves of ecstasy ran down his spine as Dave's tongue swirled over the head of Marth's dick. Each time it passed over the ridge Marth spasmed slightly.
Dave started pumping with his left hand as he massaged Marth's balls with his right, all the while teasing the poor fox with his mouth. He would lick his head and suckle on his shaft, but he made sure not to bring Marth too close to cumming. He continued this process until Marth was whimpering.
"Ohhh...please, Dave! Please, just...I can't take this!"
Dave stopped everything and looked up at Marth. He smiled as stood up and kissed him, probing his mouth with his tongue. As quickly as he stood, Dave kneeled again, and peered up at Marth one last time.
He thrust his mouth onto Marth's throbbing cock. He kept his lips tight so that there was a maximum of pressure on the shaft at all times. He swirled his tongue around his red pulsing head. He kept up a furious pace, head bobbing forward and back. Marth groaned a bit and stumbled backwards, leaning on the wall for support. He sat down on a bench that was next to the wall and craned his neck backwards, resting his forehead on the wall behind him. His jaw went slack as a low, guttural moan came from his throat.
Dave peered upward. He smiled at the similarities. Just a few hours ago he had been in the same position, completely under Marth's control, aching for relief. And when he finally achieved it, he was met by Marth's face, smiling. He closed his eyes and concentrated hard on the throbbing piece of meat he had in his mouth. He focused everything he had on it. After just a few more seconds Marth came deep into his throat. Dave kept sucking until he was sure he had swallowed everything Marth had to offer.
Marth had his back arched, breathing heavily, visible quaking with the pleasure Dave had just given. Dave stood, stroking his own cock as Marth's went limp. He touched Marth's cheek with his left hand and kissed him deeply. Marth smiled as he laid down on the bench, cock dripping a bit onto the cold floor. Dave ran his hand over Marth's chest as he walked towards the steamy shower room.
"Shall I see you in the shower, sir?" he said, with a bad British accent. He winked at Marth.
Marth smiled and slowly nodded his head. "So long as there's room for one more, companero"
(C) Rafa
This story is dedicated to Alex, my new denmate. Love you!