The Sexual Adventures of A & J Hampton, Prologue: Two days before our first meating
#2 of A & J
Alright my fellow furries, since I can't really kickstart Unpleasant Developments for awhile now, I'm planning on writing the kinky things Al and I have actually done. This story takes place five months after we first met, the first time we got physical, and the first time Allan got some. Also, you'll notice that just like in chapter 3 of U.D, someone trips and hilts themself. This is where I got the idea for that.Thanks for reading this. This won't be using our fursonas, this is just us. I've also dropped his accent and mine, as we're tired of repeating our lines over and over. All sexual details are exactly as they are, excluding my foreskin, and including the size of our genitalia. No jokes please.
(Prologue)
Allan was laying on the couch, cradling me in his arms. We snuggled deep into the blankets against the November chill. He and I had only met a while ago, but I knew he already cared deeply for me. The TV flickered, poorly lighting the room. Inigo Montoya was on screen, one of my favorite characters. Al and I spoke his line together. "I am Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die." We laughed at our timing, nearly falling off the couch. It was our favorite movie, and we watched it all the time. As soon as our last laughs ran down, I looked into his deep brown eyes. I could sense it, the time was now.
"Allan, we haven't been together too long, but there's something I'd like to do with you tonight..." He kissed me on my nose, chuckling to himself. "You mean sex, right? Why not just say so? But sure thing, lemme get ready first." I lowered my paw under the covers, stroking at the denim between his legs. "I'll do that for you, if you don't mind." He tilted his head back, moaning slightly at my touch. I rubbed furiously at him, stopping occasionally for long, slow grips. He started to extend in his pants, the fabric tented lightly. "Ooh, you like this? How about if I do... this?" I lowered the paw from his zipper, and went underneath him, cradling his heavy sack. This time, he made a yip noise, and lightly thrust against my paw. "Jack, there's something I need to tell y- ooohhhh... faster... that's it, right there..." I sped up and slowed in his command, my own member starting to harden. After a few minutes of paw work, he reached his full length. "Okay... I'm ready." I kissed him, running my tongue down his muzzle, and placed my paw against the base of his canine shaft. I started to very slowly caress him, going a little bit further down each time. After a few moments of this, I reached the tip of his cock, poking down around his knees. This couldn't be right. I ran back up to the base, this time going faster. I timed my stroke. It took three seconds to get back up to his waist. I gasped as I ran down again. He wasn't all too thick, but he was impressively long. "Christ Allan, you're huge!" He blushed lightly at this, his gray-white fur darkening a bit. "Well, it's not that big. Lemme see yours!"
It was my turn to blush, as I unzipped my pants and pulled them off, a difficult feat in a blanket. If I'm going to be honest, I'm actually kind of... small... down there, but Al's teaching me size doesn't matter. Sorry if I killed your hyperphallic buzz. He looked at the smaller tent in my shorts, "Mmm, bet you know how to use that!" and raised a paw to it, fondling me lightly. His paws were electric, and I involuntarily thrust against him. A small drip of my pre darkened the gray fabric. He put one finger on the tip, swirling lightly and eliciting an even more sensual moan than his. He rolled onto his back, and reached behind me to get at his fly. He went commando, and his long erection swung free, bopping against my tail. I barked quietly as the wet length rubbed the fur on my tail. I pulled on the gray shorts, and raised a leg to remove them. My otterhood stuck out proudly, glistening in a soft pink colour. He took one paw against my hip, motioning me to move back and forth. His second paw gripped the base of my shaft, stroking lightly. I released another drop of pre against his velvety fingers, and he raised it to his nose, snuffling gently. "Er, Jack... this isn't cum... what is this?" "Umm.. don't you know?" "No, I don't." "Well, didn't your last boyfriend do it whenever you had sex?" "No, I'm still a virgin."
This surprised me. Not because he's a twenty-four year old virgin, but that he's a virgin at all. He's lean, he's charming, handsome, and very well endowed. He's a dick magnet, for God's sake! "If you don't mind me asking- Oh! Faster!- why didn't you guys do it? Was he handsome?" Allan started to pump me faster, thrusting against my tail but still telling his story. "Yeah, he was good looking, and he was pretty sweet to me, but we just didn't want each other like that. You... you're different." He sped up once again, and the friction was having a serious effect on me. I reached behind me, and raised my tail. I took my paws from his muscular chest, and moved one to his shaft, and one on his balls. He fired his own spurt of pre against my back, and wuffed appreciatively. "Rrf! Go slower!" "Take your own advice!" His strokes slowed down, but too late. I came in four large loads, spurting out onto his shirt. My spunk immediately set into the dark fabric splayed against his chest, but laundry was the last thing on our minds I gyrated wildly on his stomach, drenching him with my seed. I slowly sunk down from my orgasm, noticing that Al had stroked me all the way through. I fell limp, retreating into my sheath, and rested, panting wildly. "Hah... huff... I'm sorry Allan, want me to get that off of you?"
His wide tongue flicked against a jet that hit his lips, and he giggled. "It's fine, don't worry. Listen, don't take offense, but I'd like to wait first." I got off of his taut body, cleaned my organ, and started to dress. "Oh, okay. We'll go at your pace. So, did you ever wank him?" "No, never even saw it." "Then where'd you learn to do that?" He struggled to get his massive erection back into his pants, and looked up at me. I leant over, and kissed him on the cheek. "It's okay, you don't have to tell me. Well, did you like what you felt?" He patted the ax-handle in his Levi's and grinned. "I'd say so." He rolled off the couch, letting me lay down. My orgasm had drained me of more than my seed, as my eyelids felt leaden. He draped the blanket over me, and left me to sleep. The last thought I had was of what to do with my dominant virgin.
This is the true story of when Allan and I first got into it. His first actual penetration comes later. Allan chipped in his bits of the story, and a few others helped. My thanks to Oblong Pomegranate, (You've got our votes, Pom) Allan Hampton (Durrr...) And anyone who critiques this story. Love you all!
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