Sunday Night Football
This story goes against almost everything that I believe in, it's disturbing. Yet, I got the inspiration to write this story so I just had to. also i think that the Jack Russell Terrier is an unloved breed of dog, i mean they are so cute! if i was a dog i would totally be a JRT. Please comment on how you think I did, I appreciate each and every comment, it really helps me grow as both a writer and a person.
Please do not plaigerize any of the following works. Any similarities are completely coincidental.
Enjoy.
Sunday Night Football
I love Sunday night football. I absolutely despise the sport, but I love the tailgating parties, well at least one that I found on an online forum. The men in attendance call it tailgating parties outside of the circle of furs. Within the circle, it is call a tailgetting party. These get togethers are perfect for a horny twenty-four year old Jack Russell Terrier, such as myself, to fulfill my most basic of needs.
My fur has given me the nickname Scruffy at these meeting and amongst my friends, while I prefer to be called Atim, the name that my parents gave me at birth. The way it's pronounced is the same as Adam, but for whatever reason they spelt it so oddly, although I've grown to love my name for its difference. My size, body build, and facial features make it so I'm certain to get my tail hole filled every Sunday. I'm a little smaller than most of my breed which is already a little shorter than most furs, my body is slim and not very muscular which makes me perfect prey for the dominant wolf, dobie, or whatever else seems to want to feel dominant. My face, as I've been told, is beyond perfect, "they" say it raises any bar they have ever had. Now, I'm not sure if that is just flattery after they just yiffed me, in hopes for a repeat performance, or a truthful statement.
They always want more. Most of us have common law that outside of our parties, we don't know each other, but every once in a while I get some idiot fur coming up next to me in a bar, club, or just wherever I seem to be, commenting about how tight and warm my tail hole was and asking what I'm doing anything tonight. Of course, I ignore them. They're all losers in real life. No matter how good of a fucking they give me, they always end up a drunk, jobless, moronic, or married idiot, all just one night stand material. Even the ones that don't fall into this category are just like me, looking for nothing but sex.
Sure, I've been in few long term relationships, hell, I could even say I've fallen in love a few times, but none of them could really satisfy me. All the furs that are mate material just don't know how to pleasure a man, while the furs who do are, as I've said before, only one night stands, never anything more. I have my mate and I have these parties, as most of the furs do. We go get our fills of that sweet sex that can only be given by a stranger, then, we return to our lives as though nothing happened.
Its funny how a stranger just knows the way you want to be fucked. My mate always wants to do it missionary style because it's "more intimate". I could care less about intimacy. What I really want is to be fucked hard, doggy style. Without a word, that's the position I get pushed into by almost all of the furs at the parties. I guess it's just the sex of strangers. Although, every so often, I get some newbie, most of the time they're virgins that some idiot invited even though its specified that virgins aren't allowed, who wants to look at my face while he's plowing into me, it reminds me of my mate. Sure, a few of them were hot enough that I didn't mind, but I shot down quite a few of them.
I remember this one time, my hole was filled by possibly the biggest husky cock I've ever had. The owner of the glorious dick, looked me in the eyes a whispered, "I love you". After that, I couldn't help myself. I simply burst into laughter. The husky's ears splayed as he looked down in shame. He quickly ripped his cock out of me; it hurt like a motherfucker, and got out of my car. After that day, he stopped coming. I asked someone what happened to him, I wanted his huge dick again, and they said that they heard somewhere that he killed himself. It's such a shame when such natural talent is wasted. I still miss that huge cock in my hole. There's something about huskies that make them so emotional, my mate being one. He constantly complains that I don't show him enough affection, that I don't look him in the eye when we "make love", as he puts it.
"You ready to go honey?" he asks as I snap out of my daze.
"Uh, yeah, let me just grab my keys," I say, coming back into reality.
"I still don't see why you're missing most of my sister's wedding reception for some stupid football party". If you knew, you wouldn't think it so stupid, but then again, if you knew, I wouldn't get to live in your nice warm house and get to eat three meals a day.
"It's the play offs, I can't miss this game!" I argue. Sometimes I think that I should just end my whoring around. It is fun to have this, but is it really worth the risk to be put out on the streets? I mean, Schawn, my mate, has given me almost everything that I own, he's bought me a majority of my clothing, my car, my survival for the past two years, but then a day after, its Sunday once again and I get reminded why I'm not a one man kind of guy.
"Fine, fine, you don't have to worry about me, just keep in mind that your mate is going to be alone at a party with a bunch of guys, who knows, maybe I might forget about what we did last night and leave with one of them". As he speaks, I can hardly contain my laughter as I think about how I'm doing what he's threatening to do to me. It's quite ironic really.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure I'll be there before the cake, promise," I say with a smile as I see his trusting smile.
"Alright, come here," he says pulling me close to him and planting a huge kiss on my muzzle. I play along, but I've never enjoyed kissing, I think it's quite disgusting really. The mouth is the most germ ridden part of the body, yet we mix our bacteria and viruses in order to say "I love you". Thankfully this kiss doesn't last long, but it is followed by another ritual of lovers that I don't understand. He wraps his arms around me in a hug. Unless I'm getting yiffed, I hate being restricted like I am right now. Being held down by this husky is possibly worse than the kiss because it lasts longer. I stand there, bored in his arms looking around the house. The pictures of us together littered the walls, yet another pointless aspect of society, the need to photograph every event. I smile as I see the clock on the wall tick precious seconds away. The faster it ticks the more likely it is I'm going to get put in a three way. While we try to keep it one on one, if the need arises, we can always squeeze one more in... Well, I can at least. "Well, I don't want you to miss the kick out or whatever they call it, I'll see you later," he says, finally releasing me from the hug.
"See ya," I say walking out the door. I jog to my car and get into the driver seat. I turn it on and begin the thirty minute drive it takes to get to the spot, luckily its only ten minutes away from the reception hall. As I approach the site, my tail begins wagging in anticipation of the pleasure to come. Cars line the secluded dirt parking lot of the park. The park has been closed down for years because of some poisonous plant, so we decided it was the perfect place to go as long as we stay in the parking lot. The party hasn't begun yet, apparently a lot of furs were late today. I drove past a group of furs waiting and checked them out to see who I wanted tonight.
Him. A beautiful lion is standing on the opposite side of a circle of furs. He takes a quick look at me and immediately looks back to the group. Not even seconds later he looks back, staring a little. I wink seductively at the golden furred lion. He licks his chops as I drive on to get a parking spot. Looks like I found some feline meat tonight. I find a spot and start walking back to the group of furs gathering. There's that lion again. He's gorgeous. Nice muscular body, height, weight, the bulge that seems to be forming in his pants. It all seems just perfect. I continue to stare at him, hoping to further make my point that his cock is mine tonight. He looks over and notices me staring. He seems to finish his conversation with the furs he was standing with and walks over to me.
"You're fucking hot," the lion says stopping in front of me.
"I was thinking something along those lines myself, stud," I say.
"Arnold Hemon," he says handing me a paw.
"Atim Weston," I say shaking it. We normally don't give out names, but I don't really care. Whatever it takes, I'm getting his lion cock in my tail hole.
"It's nice to meet you Atim, I was wondering if I could come over to your car," he says rubbing his neck. You would think, somebody who looks like he has as much experience as this guy would have more confidence.
"Sure, follow me," I say beginning to walk in the direction of my car, swaying my tail with my walk. As we get to the car I open up the back of the van that I had driven. A blanket is already set up in order to make sure I don't leave any evidence for my mate to find. He pushes me into the van, immediately almost ripping my pants off. I take off my shirt as he pulls off my underwear. He begins to rub his cock up against my tail hole. "Woah, woah, woah. Relax there, man! Condom!" I close to shout.
"Aw, come on, I don't have anything, just let me put it in!" he pleads. He doesn't have anything? Yeah, and I'm not cheating on my mate.
"Listen, don't think I don't know your type. You're a misanthrope. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with misanthropy, but what you're doing isn't going to work on me. I'm not going to let you infect me with whatever the hell you have just because you're angry at the world. Now you have a choice. You could either be a good kitty and play safe, or you could get the hell out of my car," I say pulling a condom out of a compartment in the van and offer it to him.
He groans a little as he takes the small package from my paws, opens it up, and places the small plastic condom over his cock. I turn around and get on my paws and knees awaiting the large rubbery lion cock soon to come. Arnold wastes no time as he slams his approximately ten inch cock deep into my tail hole. I wince in the immediate pain but I soon begin to inure it. Soon he begins a pattern of in and out, as his long thick meat rubs against my anal walls. I don't think I would be able to take Arnold and another fur in my tail hole at the same time. His cock penetrates deep, poking at my prostate and causing a jolt of pleasure to rocket through my spine.
My cock is rock hard now, a knot fully formed. I start to paw myself off feeling my climax coming faster than it has in my previous experiences. Arnold continues to hump me, grunting every time he slams back into me. I begin to make long drawn out moans as my orgasm seems to be coming any second, something that my mate can never seem to accomplish for real, I always have to fake moans of ecstasy. Arnold is certainly a veteran with the way he fucks. I think I've seen him in some of the other cars as I was leaving, poor furs probably fell for the trick he tried to pull on me.
I begin to bite my lip as my orgasm arrives blasting rope after rope of hot seed on the blanket I had laid out. My tail hole tightens with my orgasm as I hear Arnold make a loud moan of his own as he slams into me and doesn't pull out for a moment. That's the one thing I love about sex with my mate, I can have his nice warm seed in my tail hole without the worry of the repercussions. Arnald pulls out of my hole and gets out of the car and leaves me panting in the back of my van mid afterglow. I sigh as I feel that desire finally fulfilled.
I lift myself up and start to clean up the blanket, folding it to keep the semen hidden until I get a moment to wash it, and stash it in the same compartment. I quickly get dressed and get into the driver seat of my car and drive off, my tail hole still slightly sore from the pounding it took. As I pull into the parking lot of the reception hall I check myself in the mirror. I fix my hair a little, put on a little deodorant and a lot of cologne to mask the smell of Arnold. I walk into the hall and scan the room for my mate. There he is, I see him bored looking around the room for me. When he finds me he beckons for me to come sit next to him. I do so and find him with a plate of half finished food.
"Told you I would make it back before the cake comes," I say with a smirk.
"I never doubted you," he says smiling back at me.
"So how has it been so far?
"Horrible, hardly any of my family showed and I never really spent any time with her husband's family. I'm so glad you're here though, makes it so much less boring," he says running his paw through my hair. "There was something I need to ask you?"
"What is it?"
"You love me right?" The words scare me, has he found something out? How angry will he be? Am I going to be put on the streets.
"Of course I do, why do you ask?" he gets down on one knee. He's really going to propose?
"Atim Weston, will you marry me?" he opens a small black box to reveal a dazzling diamond studded band. I pause a minute to think it through.
"Of course I will, I love you, Zack!" I say feigning excitement. From a logical stand point this is the best move to make. Now, if he finds out and he wants a divorce, I could fight for alimony and part of his ownings. If he doesn't find out, then things stay the way they are. It's a win/win situation for me.
"He said yes!!!" he shouts as everyone cheers, well tolerant furs cheer, others growl, but are drowned out by the cheering.
That's the day I started referring to Zack the husky as my fiancé, then soon after my husband, then not at all after he was killed in a drive by shooting by some idiot who was balls deep in me a few weeks before his death. His logic was, "if I can't be happy, then neither can you." Although I think, he sort of did me a favor. Now I don't have to share his stuff, being his husband, I now own everything he had. Not to mention the amazing life insurance he had. I would say I'm pretty much set. Now I don't have to go behind anyone's back to have a good time, and I don't have to worry about being homeless.
To think, some furs say that some fur like me can never be happy, they are dead wrong.