Party.txt
Party - M/M, Oral/Anal/Seduction - August 18, 2010
By Afril, With help from Chaos Blackwing
(cl) The Gay Furry Association
After the 'Party'
"Tithy..."
"What?" The skunk swayed a little as he turned to me. Ugh! His breath... I swallowed an 'Are you drunk?', and took the can from his hand.
"Hey!" He tried to glare at me... Until the 'green around the gills' look hit. "I don't feel so good."
Not in the kitchen, you don't! Placing the can on the counter, I half-pushed, half-pulled the male past the living room, down the short hall and into the bathroom. For once I praised the compactness of his apartment... Even if it meant sleeping on the couch - Again. I returned to empty the can of - 'Beerith'? into the sink. Kids... I finished cleaning up and returned to find my friend sitting on the pot, head down.
"Feel better?"
A muffled, 'No.' made me grin.
"How about a shower?" The dirty look he gave me for that... "Alright, to bed then."
"Bed..." he giggled and swayed as I helped him up. I gripped his butt firmly and prodded him through the doorway, into the bedroom.
"Hold still, now..." But he didn't want to hold still, hips moving to music only he heard. I managed to undo the snaps and pull the zipper down, dropping his shorts around his ankles. "Bed time..."
"Don't wanna..." Huh? He kicked his pants to one side and held me. "Don't wanna sleep alone."
Great... Well, it Was better than the 'Torture Rack' in the living room. I pushed his butt onto the bed and stepped out of my shoes. But when I leaned over, he stopped me.
"Gotta be naked." I sighed and looked at the skunk. He had this silly grin on his face and was fumbling at my shirt. So, I pulled my shirt off and undid my pants.
"All of it..." Blushing, I dropped my boxers and sat on the bed, taking my socks off.
"Wow, you don't got much hair..." His hand rubbed my back and shoulders, and I started to relax a little... "Except there."
And he grabbed me.
*Proing* Traitorous bastard!
"Ooooo... Somebody is happy to see me."
'Somebody' would be happy stuck in a sock. Tithy leaned over and turned on the lamp with one hand, all the while staring at what was in his other hand. He stroked it slowly, rubbing his thumb across the domed tip. Then he leaned over and put his muzzle in my crotch. His breath was warm as he inhaled my scent, his hand still lightly tugging on my erection. Then his pink tongue slid out and... Uhgods!
"You taste good..." he panted, swirling his tongue around my cock-head, making me grip the sheets tightly. Pulling my legs onto the bed, the skunk closed his eyes, and slipped my dripping tip into his mouth. He *Mmmmmmmmm'd* and bobbed his head on my stalk, slipping it deeper and deeper until his pink nose was nuzzling around my thatch of hair and he was chewing on my cock-root. Up and down went the short black muzzle on my penis, his tongue cradled it on the down-slide, and teased the head when it slid upwards. His slim fingers toyed with my balls, rolling them around, squeezing them gently, playing with the cords until I wheezed and my hips shook.
Then he collared the head behind his teeth and did this snake-dance on the underside of it with his tongue... And I came like a busted firehose - Ok, so maybe closer to a leaky faucet. He swallowed and sucked and nibbled on the too-sensitive tip... Then he engulfed my spurting cock, hands squeezing my ass, and damn if I didn't orgasm a second time. I half expected him to finger my prostate, but he seemed content to just squeeze my butt and suck on my man-meat.
When he had gotten everything he could from my limp dick, he kissed the tip, let it flop onto my leg, and stretched out, snuggling up to me.
"Thanks, Bro..." I swear, if he kisses my cheek I am gonna kick him right in his - Hell. His erection lay fat and thick against my side and I reached down to stroke it. Fair was fair... He grunted and his hips started to push against me as I worked his meat from base to tip - Then he started Snoring. Crap! 'In the morning...' I promised the dark lump of sleeping fur.
* * * *
Morning came with that same erection rubbing my belly. Damn... I slept like a log. I guess having something warm and fuzzy to snuggle against is good for you. I let my hand wander down to his rump, squeezing it - Before I smacked it.
"Time to get up, Fuzzy-Butt."
I rolled off the bed before those black fingers could grope me. I don't mind helping a friend out, but I am not 'That Way.' Besides, I am old enough to be his... Older Brother. I got up, pissed and washed my face while the skunk stumbled in behind me. I don't know how he peed with that long, hard thing... And when he dropped the tip into the cold water, I was suddenly glad I was not so well endowed. When he finished, he got into the shower stall and closed the door - Clear glass, sheesh. Then he turned the water on and... Gods! Watching him run his fingers through his fur made mine twitch in jealousy. He rubbed his chest, playing with his nipples...
I bit my lip. If Tithy were a female, I would have gone insane... As it was I was feeling like some perverted Old Man. And yes, I was hard, sitting on the toilet, doing my best not to drool - Or grab myself. But Damn, it wasn't easy. Especially when he caressed his sodden ass, rolling his hips and swaying back and forth. I wanted to get up. To leave that sexy fantasy in black and white fur... Watching another guy jerk-off is ok when you are kids. 'Experimenting' when you are in college. But when you get my age... Unnh! He started stroking his meat, teasing the head, moaning and grunting and swaying a little, eyes closed.
Naturally my damn mind went back to him stroking Me not so many hours ago, and I almost missed him slipping a couple of fingers along his butt-crack, then pushing them in, moaning louder. Now it was turning into some kind of weird porn vid... And I couldn't look away as he as he worked those fingers in and out, stroking his cock up and down. For a good five minutes, he pushed back against his hand and thrust into his other hand, moaning and grunting and... Sighing.
"Damn... I just can't do it." Wha? A young stud like you should be able to cum by having a breeze hit your crotch. Maybe having another person watching was throwing him off.
"You need me to leave?"
He turned off the water and wiped his face. "Huh? Oh, no Bro... You're fine." He grinned as he looked at my crotch. "Someone's liking the show..." Hell - I was probably going to be teased about this moment for the rest of my life.
"I just can't get off without my... Toy."
Jeez! Too Much Information, guy. *Sigh* Alright... "Where is it?" If he needed a dildo, I would get him one... And if he wanted me to - Hold it... I still owed him one.
He sighed and shook the water off. "Jimme borrowed it... And he hasn't given it back. I haven't popped in like, Three days. I really, really need it."
I stood up. "So buy another one... You are old enough, you know."
He shook his head, padding closer. "It was a Special one, made to look like a human dick. It was very much like... Yours, bro."
And then he grabbed me. You know how sometimes things that were hazy become clear as day? The looks that I had ignored. The touches, his rubbing against me - I blew it off as accidental. Sitting around almost naked because 'It's just us guys'. I had a fling when I was young too... But that was a long time ago.
"Lovers?" He nodded, stroking my dick gently.
"For a couple of months... The usual crap - Touching, licking, sucking. Putting our wieners in each other's butts. For him, it was just a 'phase'. For me..." He closed his eyes and swallowed. I almost reached up and touched his face... Almost.
"I met him again in High. He was drunk and I was... It only lasted one night. I made a mold of his cock while he slept. Something to remember him by. I know, Stupid. But he was my First..."
I swear - If he flicks his lashes and says, 'Pleeeeze.' I am going to... He rubbed his thumb along the underside of my cock-tip and I damn near came! "Alright, alright..."
Then he leaned closer... "No Kissing!" He looked down at what was in his hand, caressing it, keeping it hard - And slid his pink tongue over his thin, black lips so damn erotically... Hells!
"Above the neck..." Crap! Hey, my nipples like attention just as much as any other guy's, Ok? The bastard just grinned and pulled me into the shower stall by my 'handle.' Then he turned and grabbing 'Mr. Happy', rubbed my cock up and down his (Oh Gods!) furry (OH GODS!) butt-crack (Oh Fukkin Gods of Creation Who Endowed Sexy Creatures With Ass-Fur!) until drooling tip met tight ring of muscle. After a long moment of frustration, it opened and the swollen head pushed it's way into his slick, hot passage. We both moaned as he shoved me against the tiled wall, grinding his cheeks into my crotch, sodden tail draped over my shoulder... And my damn hands gripping his chest, palms mashing his nipples as his back worked my front over.
I guess that was what he needed, because it didn't take long for him to grunt like he had been kicked in the nuts (Maybe he squeezed a little too hard) and stuff squirted all over the front of the shower. Of course, I didn't need to hear him moan or see the splats to know he was getting off... His guts had a death-grip on my dick and they were stroking and squeezing and milking and - If he had a tongue down there, I swear I would have married him! As it was, I blew my balls out harder than I can remember... I think I bit his neck or shoulder or something because he shivered and moaned again, rubbing himself against me.
When he turned on the water and started washing, I somehow managed to tug my semi-limp man-meat out of his clutching backside, and just stood there, panting. It was then I noticed he wasn't wishing he was dead or that his hair didn't hurt... In fact, he was humming. Oh Hell No... Smacking his soggy butt, I growled, "So how damn drunk were you last night?"
He laughed and rubbed his furry ass into my crotch again. Damn, if I was twenty years younger...
"Beerish doesn't contain alcohol, Bro... Just plant extracts." He looked over his shoulder and winked... "I am minoring in Acting, Remember?"
Somehow, it had slipped my mind. I let him finish washing as I got out and dried off, trying to feel angry or betrayed... I got the best oral of my Life last night. I just had the best sex of my Life. With another Guy... And not even a Human one. Worse, I *Knew* that I was going to be humping his tight, fur-covered ass and slapping my balls against his chin, Every chance I got.
Tithy got out, and stood under the drying vent, preening and rubbing and combing his fur like some damn model in a soft-porn vid. I never thought I could be jealous of a puff of air, but... The way his butt-fur fluffed up made my fingers twitch. The carpet of a tail that I bet felt as silky as it looked. And of course he wagged it at me... Hey, I still have Most of my hair. The skunk padded to me, and leaned over, biting a nipple, black fingers teasing me back to hardness.
"Don't... Unnh! Don't you have class?"
He bit my other nip and rubbed his palm against my cock-head. "Heh, it's the weekend, Bro... We got all day."
"And stop calling me 'Bro'..." Crap! Now I did it... Tithy started trembling, so I hugged him. Then he leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Lover."
And bit the lobe. Dammit! I Knew he had a big grin on his muzzle, so I grabbed his furry ass in retaliation, feeling the hair slide across my fingers as I squeezed the firm mounds. Of course, all he did was push back against my hands and moan in my ear... I semi-pushed him back and squeaked, "Bed".
He slid to his knees, pulling my hips away from the sink so he could squeeze and knead My butt. "Do we Have to be in bed?" His pink tongue slid over my sweaty sack, muzzle opening so he could nibble on my balls.
"Lover," he whispered before swallowing my cock again.
What the hell... "Lover." I gasped as his fingers squeezed my ass, and his chin rubbed my nut-sack as he nodded his head. Then he pumped his muzzle into my crotch and I grabbed the sink behind me, giving the hungry skunk all I had left. He had to help me back into the bedroom, and laid me on the cool sheet before getting in beside me... And yes, his tail Was as silky as it looked, rubbing my face, my chest - My crotch. I reached around his hip and squeezed his cock, stroking it (No, Anthros don't have sheaths), making his hips dance. I bit his shoulder, and worked his fat piece of meat until he was a quivering mass of fur. But... No spurt? No grunt and splatter?
He looked over his shoulder at me, reaching down to squeeze my limp noodle. "You know I can't cum unless you are inside me."
Crap!
The End