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Kevin Stair and Dr. Humble: A Serial Romance

Part 4

"We need a shower," Dr. Humble said.

"That would mean we need to move," Kevin said as he traced Dr. Herbert's spine.

"Well, you can stay here if you want, but if we fall asleep like this, you're going to lose all the fur on your belly."

"It'll be worth it."

Dr. Herbert leaned up and kissed him before slowly pulling away. Their bellies stuck together, Kevin smiled at the sight of them pulling at each other before they slowly peeled away.

He watched Dr. Herbert walk across the room, watched his ass move with every step. He felt the beginnings of an erection coming on. As soon as the boar was out of sight, he scrambled out of bed and followed.

The shower was already on by the time he arrived. Three fluffy towels sat on the toilet. The curtain was closed. Dr. Humble's silhouette was clear on it. He was already soaping up his belly. His erection came back at full force from watching the middle-aged pig touch himself. He found himself agreeing with him. He definitely needed a shower.

He slipped into the shower, moving the curtain as little as possible to keep the floor from getting wet. From what little he'd seen of the apartment, Dr. Humble was something of a neat freak.

Kevin wrapped his arms around him, clasping his hands around his belly. His erection pressed into the small of his back. Dr. Humble leaned his head back and they kissed.

"You're lucky I haven't washed my back yet," Dr. Humble said.

"I'd rewash it for you."

Dr. Humble closed his eyes and leaned back against Kevin's chest with a sigh. They stood together like that, letting the warm water run over them. There was a distinct feeling of wholeness and rightness.

Kevin started sucking on Dr. Humble's neck. He groaned and thrust his butt backwards, grinding Kevin's dick into his back. One of Kevin's hands gently pinched at Dr. Humble's nipples, the other snuck under his belly and started playing with his shriveled cock. Dr. Humble had his hands braced on Kevin's thighs, his fingers sinking a little into the fat.

"This hot water isn't going to last forever," Dr. Humble said at last, "and I owe you something."

He turned around and kissed his young lover on the lips, then on the chest. Then he slowly dropped to his knees, careful in the slippery shower.

"You don't owe me anything," Kevin said.

"So you want me to stop?"

"I didn't say that."

Dr. Humble grabbed him just above the knees with both hands and opened his mouth wide. He slowly moved forward, carefully keeping Kevin from touching the sides until he was about to touch his throat, then he closed his mouth tight and started sucking.

Kevin had to throw his hands out and catch himself against the walls at the sudden pleasure, his knees buckled and he almost fell. This had the added effect of keeping the water off Dr. Humble, so he kept the position.

His belly hung a little lower now, so Dr. Humble had to turn his head, but he didn't lessen the pressure. Slowly he pulled back until just the head was in his mouth. Then he ran his tongue along the underside of the head, first with his tongue wide and flat, then with it pointed. Then he went back down, again, until it touched his throat.

He bobbed his head up and down in long slow strokes. Kevin took one hand and put it on Dr. Humble's head, he didn't force him down, he just rested it there. After a while of that, Dr. Humble withdrew until just the head was in his mouth and he started to jack it.

"Are you sure it's been fourteen years?" Kevin said.

Dr. Humble responded by returning to bobbing his head, moving his hand down to tug gently on the bear's balls. His other hand snuck between Kevin's legs, seeking out his anus. He found it, still wet and slippery with his cum and pressed two fingers in to the second knuckle.

"Fuck, Doc," Kevin said.

"Herbert," Dr. Humble said without taking Kevin's cock out of his mouth.

He started fucking his ass with his fingers, every time he pulled off his cock he thrust in with his fingers and then reversed it. He wiggled his fingers, finding Kevin's prostate and giving it a stroke every few times.

"Suck me Herbert, don't stop." As if fearing his words wouldn't be enough, he started thrusting into Dr. Humble's mouth, using the hand he had been rest there to hold his head. Whimpers and moans came from his throat and he added his second hand and started hammering home, fucking the boar's mouth with all his might.

Dr. Humble gagged and pulled away, fighting against the grip Kevin had on his head.

"God, Doc, I'm so sorry."

Dr. Herbert dropped his dick into his hand, but didn't stop pleasuring him.

"Her-Bert," he said, then flicked his tongue across the cockhead in front of him. "If I'd known you were a grabber I would have been prepared. You're lucky I didn't bite you."

"I'm sorry, I just... you're really good."

"I'm not mad."

Herbert stopped thrusting with his fingers, he pushed them all the way in and stroked his prostate, alternating fingers so there was always stimulation.

"Only my students call me Doctor."

He went back down on his former student and then, just to show he could, he took Kevin's cock all the way to the root, then pressed forward some more until he was actually down his throat. He flicked his tongue out, licking the bear's balls. Then he cleared his throat and Kevin groaned.

His display of ability finished, he went back to bobbing his head. It was only another minute before Kevin had had enough.

"Herbert, I'm cumming," he said.

Herbert spat out his cock, took it in his hand and stroked it furiously. He opened his mouth, just in time to catch the first blast of cum on his lips. The second landed on his tongue as did the third. He swallowed the cock again and sucked the rest of the cum out, milking his prostate with his fingers as he did.

After about ten seconds of that treatment, Kevin tried to escape.

"Fuck, Herbert, stop. It's too much."

Just to torture him, he kept it up for another thirty seconds before relenting, pulling his fingers out at the same time.

Kevin helped Herbert to his feet. They washed each other then, slowly, exploring every inch of each other with their hands, kissing the whole time.

Eventually the hot water ran out, chasing the lovers from the shower. They dried each other off, Kevin taking two towels on account of how his fur held water.

"Damn," Kevin said after they were done, "I'm going to get your bed all wet."

"Are you?" Herbert said. He gently pushed Kevin into the corner. As if on its own accord, fans started blowing from every direction.

"Why do you have a full body dryer installed in your apartment?"

"Old boyfriend," Herbert said. He tried to say it lightly, but Kevin detected a note of sadness there, but he let it pass.

While Kevin took full advantage of the dryer, Herbert went into the bedroom to tidy up, putting his own clothes in the hamper and folding Kevin's and placing them on top of the dresser.

There was a puddle of cum on the bed, slowly soaking in and drying. Herbert stripped the coverlet from the bed and was relieved to find that it had barely penetrated to the sheets. He didn't have a hamper for the coverlet, so he dropped it next to it, careful to keep the cum on the inside and not spill any.

He retrieved another from the hall closet and was just smoothing it down and Kevin rejoined him.

"You're a little OCD, aren't you?" Kevin said when he saw what Herbert had done.

"I'm tidy. Now turn off that light and come to bed."

Kevin did as he was told and climbed under the bedclothes. They snuggled together, Herbert found himself with his face buried in Kevin's shoulder, enjoying the smell of clean bear. They lay like that until they drifted off to sleep.

In the morning, Herbert woke up alone. He panicked, until he realized he could smell someone cooking. He lay back and relaxed, hoping that Kevin wasn't making too big a mess in the unfamiliar kitchen.

That lasted all of a minute.

As much as he just wanted to lounge around in bed, hoping that Kevin was going to bring him breakfast in bed, the thought of a mess in his kitchen drove him from his sheets.

As soon as he stood up he regretted it. Last night he'd used a lot of muscles he didn't normally use and he was sore. The best remedy for sore muscles, he knew, was using them, so as much as he wanted to flop back into his bed, he headed for the kitchen.

His fears proved to be unfounded. Kevin was successfully juggling three pans on the stove plus a griddle. The counters were clear, except for the plates he was using for the finished food. All of this he saw only after tearing his eyes away from his young lover's ass. The only thing he was wearing was an apron.

"Are you expecting company?" Herbert said by way of greetings.

Kevin jumped in surprise, then turned around.

"Just you," he said, "I don't know how hungry you usually are in the morning and I wanted to make sure I had enough. You don't have any coffee."

"I know. It tastes like burnt. You might have noticed I don't have a coffee maker either."

"We're going to have to fix that. Sit down, I'm almost done ruining it."

"Expect to spend a lot of time here?"

"I don't think you could survive a night in my apartment."

Herbert set two places at the table while Kevin finished with the food. They sat down together kitty-corner so they could see each other but still touch if they chose. They tucked in. Despite his words, Kevin was a good cook, good enough that they didn't talk while they ate.

"What do you want to do today?" Herbert asked.

"You mean besides screw?"

"Yes. Long gone are the days I could do that all day, if I ever had those days."

"I think we should just wing it. Plans are for later. Today let's worry about now."

They did the dishes together, side by side at the double sink. Herbert washed while Kevin dried.

"Has anyone ever told you you're really sexy when you're doing housework?" Kevin said.

Herbert laughed. "Not until now."

"I can't wait to watch you vacuum."

With the kitchen squared away, they retreated to the bedroom again. Without urgency, they cuddled and kissed, exploring their bodies with their hands. They purposefully avoided touching their erections, determined to explore every other avenue of pleasure available to them.

Kevin was the first to break. He took Herbert's hand and placed it on his erection. He moaned as he gripped it and began stroking. A moment later he reciprocated, pulling the pig's foreskin over its head with every stroke.

"I want you inside me again," Kevin said.

"How much do you want it?"

"If I had to choose between you fucking me and a million dollars, I'd turn down the money."

"What about two million?"

"If it was a choice between never eating again and you fucking me, I'd take you every time."

"You want it more than food?"

"If you had to kill me afterwards, I'd still want it, Herbert. Do you want me to beg?"

"A little," he said, grinning.

"Should I say please?"

"Maybe you should stop telling me how much you want it and start showing me."

Kevin crawled away from Herbert and turned sideways on the bed. He spread is legs and raised his knees, revealing his hole. One hand slowly stroked his shaft, the other went to his mouth. He noisily sucked on two fingers before bringing them to his opening and pushing them inside, one after the other to the last knuckle.

He keened as he slowly pulled his fingers out then pushed them back in. The whole time he watched Herbert through half lidded eyes. The boar licked his lips and stroked his own cock, but otherwise didn't move.

Kevin's body started moving of its own accord, undulating under his ministrations, trying to feel everything all at once. Both of his hands quickened their pace until he was frantically frigging his ass as he humped his fist. His orgasm was approaching.

"I'm going to cum, I'm going to fucking shoot all over myself."

"Rather than convince me of how much you want it, you've convinced me of how much you don't need me."

"You'd do it so much better. It doesn't compare."

Herbert reached over and pulled Kevin's hand away from his cock.

"Make yourself cum with just your fingers and I'll fuck you."

"You are a bastard."

"I'm just trying it out."

Kevin closed his eyes and concentrated on his fingers, moving one in and out while leaving the other deep inside to massage his prostate. He tried to imagine it was Herbert's cock, but it was such a poor substitute it didn't do any good. He needed to feel his weight, his warmth.

"I can't," he said at last, "I need you."

"Then come get me."

Kevin opened his eyes. Herbert was lying on his back opposite him, holding his cock upright. It was shiny with lube.

He crawled up Herbert's body until they were face to face and kissed him. Then he slid up further until his anus and Herbert's cock lined up. Herbert bit his nipple and pulled while Kevin pressed backwards. He slipped in easily. They groaned together until he was completely seated.

"You're the perfect size."

"That's the first time I've ever heard that."

"It won't be the last."

He started rocking, putting his hands on Herbert's belly for leverage. After a bit, he leaned back, supporting himself with his hands and lifting himself almost completely off every time before dropping down again. His hard cock flopped down with every stroke, slapping Herbert's belly until he caught it and started stroking.

"Come here so I can kiss you," Herbert said.

Kevin did as he was told. Herbert grabbed his hips; his fingers sinking into his fat, and pulled him back and forth on his prick.

"Come on, cum for me," he said, whispering into Kevin's mouth.

"Oh fuck, Herbert!"

He sat up and grabbed a hold of himself. It only took two strokes before he spurted, shooting his seed high into the air. It rained down on Herbert and Kevin kept it coming. Herbert came almost immediately afterwards, Kevin's body squeezing him tight.

Eventually there was nothing left in either of them. (Not counting Herbert's cum inside Kevin, obviously) Kevin licked cum off his hand.

"Not as good as yours," he said. Then he went about licking all of his seed off Herbert's belly and chest. Half way through, Herbert slipped out of him. When he was finished with his belly, he went for his cock.

"Don't even think about it," he said when he saw what he was thinking. The young bear swallowed his cock, sucking it clean. He even pulled his foreskin down to make sure he got every drop of it.

"That's disgusting," Herbert said.

Kevin grinned, "Nah. Your cum is just that good."

Kevin kissed him on the lips, then pushed his tongue into his mouth. Herbert wasn't expecting it, but it wasn't as bad as he feared. Actually, it wasn't bad at all. Mostly he tasted his own cum with just a hint of something... something he couldn't quite identify.

"Thanks for cleaning me off."

"No problem. I didn't want for you to have to take a shower again."

"Come here," Herbert said, holding his arms out.

"I've got to pee, actually. I'll be right back."

He went to the bathroom, walking funny in an effort to keep the cum inside him from leaking and failing. Herbert could see it matting down the fur between his legs before he was out of sight.

Herbert lay back and put his arms behind his head. He was happy, he realized. It was an odd feeling. It wasn't that he had been unhappy necessarily, but for years he had been doing little more than going through the motions. He remembered the last time he'd felt this good. It hit him with a pang. Gabe was still alive.

He pushed the thought away as hard as he could. That was the last thing he needed intruding on his mood.

Kevin came back to Herbert's welcoming arms. They just lay there together, enjoying the closeness. Eventually, Kevin broke the silence.

"There's something I've been meaning to tell you," he said.

"Mm?"

"It feels kind of weird saying this, but I read your book."

"What?"

"I read your book."

"That's impossible. Nobody's read my book, it was never sold."

"My dad used to do literary reviews for The Word and they gave him an advance copy. I mentioned your name last Christmas when I was home and-"

"You read it?"

"It's called 'The Man Loved by Despair', right? There isn't another Herbert Humble running around, is there? It was the most beautiful thing I've ever read, and I'm not just saying that. I don't understand why they didn't put it out."

Herbert's heart sank like a stone. It was all coming back, the feelings, the pain.

"Please stop," he said with tears in his voice.

"What's wrong? What did I say?"

Herbert pulled away. Suddenly he was back in those days. He thought he'd been healing, that the years had made true the promise that time heals all things. Now he knew he'd been fooling himself. All he'd done was seal himself away under layers of bandages, ignoring the ache and hoping it would go away.

Kevin's closeness had worn that shell down, allowing emotions long since chained free reign. Just a moment ago he'd been high on the wave, certain he could never come down. Now he realized what he should have known all along. That wave only picks you up so high to cause you as much pain as possible when it dashes you against the rocks.

"Could you please leave me alone for a while?"

"I don't understand. What did I say?"

"Just please go away."

"Is it about the book? Why didn't they publish it?"

"Because it was a lie!" he shouted, so suddenly Kevin jumped out of the bed.

"The book was a goddamned lie. It was supposed to be the ultimate love letter. It said everything I've ever believed and ever wanted to say, but it wasn't enough. It was supposed to show all of existence exactly who I was and what I wanted. But everything I'd based it on turned out to be bullshit. That's why it was never published, alright? Now get out. Out!"

Kevin backed away from the boar's tirade. Tears were pouring down his face as he shouted.

"Herbert, I-" he said, afraid.

The boar picked up the first thing that came to hand, the bedside lamp and hurled it with all his considerable might at Kevin. It went wide, smashing into the wall by the doorway instead.

"Get out!"

"Stop it, I'm not going anywhere."

Herbert Humble rushed forward so fast Kevin didn't have a chance to react. With one hand the boar grabbed Kevin's clothes from the dresser, then with the other grabbed Kevin by the scruff of the neck and pulled him through the apartment.

Confused and terrified of the sudden change in the man he'd never known to be anything but gentle, Kevin didn't put up any resistance. It wasn't until they were at the door that he came to his senses and tried to fight, but by then it was too late. He was out the door with his clothes on the floor beside him.

He spun around to get back inside, but Herbert was too quick. The door slammed right in his face and before he could reach the knob, he heard the lock slam into place. He pounded on the door.

"Herbert, let me in," he shouted. The only response he got was a stereo turned up full blast. Then he heard the sound of breaking glass.