Sam's Story - Having and Reaping Hate Sows Sex
Del-Bird
Remember: you must be at least 18 years old and not offended by M/M sexual intercourse to read this story. If you are not either of those, do not blame me if you are offended, cause honestly if you are you deserve it. This is my first story, with a sequel to this coming out in the future, so please enjoy (if you're 18 years or older and like gay stories that is).
Walking home from work is a drag. Being an accountant isn't all that bad, I assure you, but still, when it's negative 10 fucking degrees Celsius and all you have on is your jacket and a few other layers, including your fur, it can still freeze your nips off! But I don't know if it's the white-wolf part of me that likes the snow, or whatever it is, but I still do it anyway. Of course, I don't live that far away from the office, so it's not that big a deal.
What makes it a big deal is when Thomas, the bronze bull from the law firm, drives by in his big-ass range rover looking all warm and toasty. Not only that, but when he slows down and opens the window of the car to ask "how are you doing"...
"Hey, Sam! You alright in the snow like that!" No of course I'm not alright, you dumbass!
"Yeah, I only live, like, a couple of blocks away so it's no big deal, really."
"You, sure? Cause the thermostat in here says its zero degrees out!" Huh, I could've sworn it was -10. Wait, if he knows how cold it is, why the hell won't he let me go so I can get under a worm roof, dammit!
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'll see you tomorrow." I hope he's not offended with my abruptness, but it's hard to be polite when you're freezing to death. I walk off, starting to feel guilty, which was common whenever my patience fell short, and continue to head home, not even looking as he drives past.
About ten minutes later, which is a long time in the cold, I finally get into my apartment and thaw out. I live alone, as I have most of my life since my parents died when I was 16. I'm 27, now. And still single. Not that I care, mind you, but still it can get a little lonesome. Thank heavens for the gym two blocks away to occupy my time.
I decide I'm too cold to eat comfortably, so before I do anything else I take a hot, steaming shower. Looking at myself nude in the mirror, I guess I can say I'm fairly fit. Not packed full of muscle like some of the other macho-heads I see at Fitch-Fitness, but I'm pretty decently muscled. I'm about 5' 10" and my fur is all white, something I'm secretly proud of, which makes my brown eyes really come out.
After my shower, I decide that I can afford to trek the hazards of outside to go to the gym for an hour. I try to finish all my paper work at the office, so that pretty much frees up my afternoons, not that I do much with them. I'm a loner; I know it, my colleagues know it and I don't hide it. Just like my bisexuality, though I'm slightly more private about that.
I got to the gym, not expecting much from it beside my workout, but when I get into the locker room I just stand there in shock. Quickly gathering my wits I leave ASAP. Peeking in again I'm astounded to find to bulls going at it in the shower. God their hot. I don't usually like to objectify people but the dark one getting plowed was moaning so erotically, and the bronze one topping him was.... WTF!!
THOMAS?! The bull in the law firm? The guy who regularly flaunts his wedding ring in front of me every fucking day, boasting about how amazing his heifer his and mocking me for my solidarity? No, it can't be. But when I check again, low and behold, there is his wedding ring! What The Fuck!!
Finally, a loud moan escapes from Thomas' lips and the black bull under him sighs, clearly well spent. That is when I make my big entrance.
"Hey, Thomas!"
Wow. If that look he gave me had a price it would be worth hundreds! I almost laugh and ruin it, but I keep my cool.
"Samuel, what..." Oh, so it's Samuel now, huh?
"Just thought I'd come in to do a quick workout. Do you come here often? And do you regularly visit this gym?" I bust up then. Fuck, I was doing so well. Oh whatever. "And you are?" The black bull gulps before answering.
"Justin. Justin Crammers."
"Hi Justin. I'm Sam Linkin. I'm sure you already know Tom Forey, here. Very well, I might add."
My taunting does it, and Tom get off the ground, his dick squelching as it exits Justin's ass. God that's distractingly hot. Before I know it he's standing over me, and since he's 6' 5" it's quite threatening. It doesn't help my confidence that he's quite muscular, not that my confidence needs the boost.
"Don't you say a fucking word about this to anyone, you got that! Not even a fucking syllable!" But I'm in control here, so I do my part and take charge.
"Maybe I will, maybe I won't, but do you think threatening me is anyway to win me over?" I smile innocently, knowing that he knows he's royally fucked. "Maybe you should leave for today... And take Justin with you."
"Fuck you! You don't tell me what to do!" His face is contorted with rage, but the desperation can't quite leave his eyes.
"OK, then how about this: leave me the fuck alone at work and shut up about my private life! The last thing I need is some hypocrite telling me how wonderful his marriage is when not even he can get enough cock from his wife..."
"Shut up! I will so get you for this, Sam!"
` "I don't think so." My smile is gone and mimics his, though I look slightly less desperate and largely more confident than he could hope to be in this situation. With my plans of working out forgotten I leave the locker-room with my belongings and head towards the door, leaving Tom and his little play toy in the shower. I know It won't be the last of him I see, or hear unfortunately, but I know that I'm in control. He does, too.
Hours later, I'm in bed, sleeping, when there's a knocking on the door. Who the fuck goes to someone else's house at... 1:17 am!! Wow, this person gonna burn from the blasting I'm gonna give them! I throw on my night-gown as I open the door. I open my mouth to give whoever a piece of my mind...
There's Thomas, large and ripped as usual. Only this time swaying like he's intoxicated, which is backed up by the empty beer bottle in his hand.
Before I can fully register anything, he takes advantage of my surprise and my open jaw to plant one on me. One second he's there, trying to focus his eyes on me, the next his tongue is in my mouth, wrestling with my own. His arms come around me, pinning me to his chest as one of his hands holds my head, the other the small of my back. I try to stop his assault, but he lifts me up, closes the door and pushes me onto my couch.
I'm whirling from what had just happened, coming back to myself just in time to see him throw his shirt off to the floor to reveal his bare abs.
"Tom, what are you doing?" I try and shout at him but his muscles are so distracting, and quickly he places himself between my legs and tries the kiss me again, but, prepared I fend him off. "Tom, what..." He stops as I'm in mid-sentence and pushes a hand under my night-gown, feeling up my body. Before I can tell him to stop he suddenly grabs my ass, kneading it while I gasp out loud.
"Tom, stop you can't just..." He shuts me up by kissing me again. I put my hands on his shoulders, trying to push him away, but he lets go of my ass and grabs my wrists, holding them above my head as I struggle to free myself from under his weight.
"Hey, hey, calm down buddy," he slurs. "I'll take good care of you."
"Tom, if this is about before..."
"Forget before. I'm gonna rock your world right now!"
He rips off my night-gown and I'm instantly conscience of how naked I am. He kisses me again, softer than before, but still dominantly, as he lets go of one of my wrists and strokes my face. A part of me is starting to enjoy the attention, and before I can reason with myself, tell myself that I should tell him to get off me, my right hand combs his hair, grabbing a handful as he slides his free hand down my body.
The next thing I register is a slight tinkling noise and then the loud banging sound of metal on wood as he throws his pants and belt away from us, releasing his cock out between us. My own is slipping out of its sheath and, as he presses our bodies together, our dicks rub off on each other, creating pre that stick to our fur. As we continue kissing, both my hands wind up in his hair while one of his hands, his left, rubs my back, while the other rubs my chest and travels down again. I gasp as he touches my dick, but travels past it, past my balls and lets his fingers tease my hole. I break off our kiss then.
"Wait, I don't know if..."
"Relax. Just relax and let me do all the work." And with that he pushes his fingers into me. Before I can adjust to the invaders he nips my neck, making me shiver as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out of me. A moan slips from my lips as he thrusts another finger in there, slowly widening me for what we both know is soon to... But I can't think the word, not yet.
We continue like this for a while before, finally, he pulls out completely, wipes his fingers underneath my couch cushions and shifts us so that he's kneeling and my legs are spread for him.
He puts my legs behind me and, once he thinks I'm ready, guides the tip of his cock to my anal ring. Before he continues he leans forward and kisses me again, on my lips, my neck, finally stopping on my nipple, suckling it and making me moan again, before pushing himself into me.
Ah, fuck, it hurts like hell, like he's burning me from the inside. He doesn't wait for to adjust, instead pumping in and out of me as soon as he starts, slowly pushing more of himself into me as he does so until I feel his waist hitting my ass, his balls slapping me as he continues to thrust. He grunts like and animal while I bite my lip trying not to cry out in pain. This goes on for what feels like forever, until the pain starts to recede and pleasure starts to take its place. He huffs and grunt over me, occasionally nipping my neck or licking my nipples while I feel his.
Suddenly, he grabs my dick and starts pumping. And I love it. It feels like bliss and all I want to do is let him fuck me over and over again. Fuck how early it is, fuck his wife and fuck our different backgrounds. I hadn't realized how starved I was for attention, attention in bed, how long it had been since I had slept with anyone.
And then I cum. I cum harder than I can remember. And as I clench my ass muscles in response I feel him release himself into me. His thrusts slow down and finally stop with him balls deep inside me, and he collapses, his weight holding me down, my spunk messes up both our fur.
Finally, he gets up, or at least raises his chest, with both his arms on either side of me. He looks at me with obvious fatigue and I can tell he's about to pass out.
"Where's your bed?" The question distracts me, being something I hadn't at all expected to hear.
"It's, uh, just through there... Hey! What are you..." I yell, not loudly, while his arms encircle me once again, lift me up and carry me, with him still in me and slowly softening, to my bed, where he lays down on top of me again before rolling off. His dick slides out, and we lay there, our arms around each other, as stare into each other's eyes. I can't tell what he's seeing, or what he's looking for, but without warning he kisses me again, softly, gently, and I melt into his embrace as sleep slowly catches up with us.