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The entirety of this series is factual, except for one episode coming later with a guest star, a certain hawk with a penchant for listening and a mind nearly as perverse as my own. Due to the holidays and our recent anniversary disaster, we haven't gone to bed much lately. So, I decided that for this chapter that I'd tell three stories of what we've done. In the first chapter, taking place on the 19th (special two-month anniversary!) Allan and I attempt having sex while skiing. In part two, I thought Allan deserved a reward for his good behavior. Suffice it to say, he lost control and quite literally fucked me to death. I was clinically dead for forty-two seconds, and Al had to revive me. Finally in part three, which took place just a few minutes ago, I'm still a bit timid about letting Al penetrate me. And due to a recent zipper accident my genitals aren't in sexing condition, so I come up with a plan. He enjoyed it, and I got the joy of making someone bust in their pants. Have fun!

Part 1:

(Fucking Idiots)

"Well Jack, I think we oughta try it." I looked over at Al, adjusting his goggles, and smirked. "So, you have no reservations about buttfucking me in public, but you are worried about your eyes? Pull it out, and put your skis on." He pouted, and unzipped his nylon. Two fingers reached in, and were followed out by an incredibly long, gray-furred sheath. One of the advantages of having a big cock, he says, is that it takes effort to pull it out of anywhere. I lowered a paw, and started to coax his length out. As soon as he was mostly hard, about seven inches, I pulled the back of my snowpants down. I bent my tail, coaxing him to sink it in. Now, thanks to all the times he's had his way with my behind, I am lightly stretched. He only needs lube past a half-foot deep. He slid roughly into me, and as soon as he got as deep as he could, we walked out.

Colorado. I pity anyone who doesn't ever see it. It's too magnificent for a mere laptop to describe. All I can tell you is that it was cold, and very snowy. Being on a mountain, that is to be expected. Allan yipped as the mountain wind nipped at the base of his exposed cockflesh. I wrapped my tail over it, and we looked at the incline. As I reflect on it, we were true idiots. He thrust his paws around my neck, kissed my ear, and we set off.

Sweet holy Jesus, that was fun. Having Al thrusting away in my behind as I steered, weaving through the trees and clenching down, ahhh... Sadly, the fun was not to last...

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaooooooooooooooooo!" We slid down the mountain and started out our plan. Allan hopped off of his skis, and onto mine. His cock was juddered, and pressed painfully against my inner walls. I grunted, and refocused. I kicked my legs to the left, swooshing by a pair of kids and coating them in snow. Allan laughed into my ear and started to thrust. Now, we were going really fast, and with someone using my backside, my reaction time was knocked completely sideways. I failed to see a small dip coming up on the left side, and my ski stuck into it. "OH SHIT!!!" Allan and I were launched quite a distance before we smashed into the ground. We rolled down the slope, and I thrust my ski pole out to stop us. I missed, and a passing rock hit my elbow. I pulled back reflexively, and accidentally stabbed Allan in his arm. Everything turned white as we hit a tree, crunching to a halt. When I woke up, only a few seconds later, I could feel three things: A massive splinter in my right arm, three of my fingers bent sideways, one with a bone sticking out the side, and Allan's gargantuan penis hilted deep into my guts. I was too hurt to yell, and slumped back into unconciousness.

"'Bout time you woke up! I've gotta say Jack, you're not as light as you look! Had to drag you up this whole mountainside!" I looked around. I was in a bed, half naked, with bandages all over my body. Allan pulled the blankets off me, and raised my paw. The pain was immense. I drew back, and he frowned. "Jesus, we need to fix that. Half your hand is broken, and you're missing *another* piece of your ear. My injuries aren't so bad. Oh, and uh, when I pulled out..." He unzipped his pants. There was blood on his still semi-erect penis, and it sure wasn't his. I slapped my face, and stood up. "Ah! you shouldn't do that, you're still bleeding!" I gave him a look of blankness and asked him to turn around. His tail drooped, but he complied. I took one of our shattered skis, and stuck it between my teeth. My younger brother, woken from his sleep by our noise, came out at the wrong time. I bit down on the wood, and twisted my fingers back into their sockets. Al and Toby both yelled, and covered their ears.

I've been shot in the hand, cut, burned, set alight, and hilted by Allan, but nothing has ever hurt that much. I had to move my bones back into my skin. I fainted from the pain, and woke up with them leaning over me. "Al, even for us, this was pretty stupid." I chuckled, and dragged myslef back into bed. Toby stopped gagging, grabbed his snowboard, and went out into the snow, yelling somethin about us being morons. Al turned to me, stripped, cleaned my blood off of himself, and snuggled next to me. His gray paws started to rub my behind, but I pulled away from him. "I'm sorry honey, but not tonight, Wake me if I start bleeding again." I kissed him, rolled over, and drifted off to sleep. I remember warm arms wrapping over me as I sunk into the pillows. "No sex? Ok...Goodnight, shug." "Goodnight."

Next story...

(Death)

"Al, are you ready yet? I'm getting bored." The candles flickered as Al swung the door open, his massive shaft on display, wetly glistening. I moved my tail to the side, and laid face up on the bed. Allan lay on top of me, resting his large cojones on my lips, and ran a paw down my belly. My own cock started to swell, and he started to caress my sheath. Soon I was hard enough for him to wank me off. Now, I'm not really proud to say this, but my entire cock fits in one of his hands, without even poking out the other side. Rather than pump up and down, he squeezed harder and harder, letting the pressure off as necessary. I opened my mouth and started to suck his balls while he worked on my piece. We've never had sex in this position, so I wasn't prepared for what came next. He stopped pulling me, and took his balls from my mouth. He stuck the end of his cock into my mouth, and motioned me to set to work.

I know every little curve, dip, and vein on that piece of meat, and God, do I know how to work it. I rolled my tongue over the head, applying some suction, and lowered a paw to my own shaft. I was practically upside down, and this was apparently better for oral sex. Al's eyes widened, and he pressed more into my mouth. The farthest I can take him, orally, is around 4 inches. He was up to six. I made gargling sounds around his shaft, but he was lost in the moment. I pushed him back with my tongue, assuming this was only a temporary lapse in judgment. I was so wrong. Allan grabbed the base of his meat, swirling it in my mouth and pressing it against my cheeks. I stopped pawing myself, and grabbed his member with both hands, trying to pull him out. He was too strong. He shoved harder, pressing against my throat and stopping my movements. I popped my eyes wide, and tried to focus on breathing. Bad time to catch a cold. My nose was stuffy, and I could only breathe through my mouth. Allan's pre is pretty slick, and soon he was facefucking me with no assistance whatsoever. I grunted past his cock, but he was now a wild beast satisfying its lust without regard for its victim.

More cock slid into my mouth, and soon I was choking and gagging. This made Al even more depraved, and soon he had half a foot of it down my throat. Tears were now streaming down my face, and I tried to make him stop. My vision started to blur; my lungs were screaming for air. The only way to escape would be biting him, but in his state of mind, that could turn ugly. I pounded against his legs, but he just wouldn't stop. Soon all I saw was black, and then I knew. I was dying.

This was how I was fated to die, sucking dick in a crude cabin in Colorado. I reflected on my life, and all the things that had gone wrong. Number one was a moment in my teen years so horrible, so mind rottingly disturbing, I never want to speak of it. All that I'll say is that I could have stopped him, but I didn't. I thought of my mother, and all the horrible things I said to her before my wedding. Next, I thought of my first girlfriend. I was an idiot, and when we first had sex, I creamed in her without telling her. Another regret. Right before I died, I thought about Allan, and why he did this. A simple sex act turned so wrong, and of all things, dying with the man I love buried down my throat. I blinked back my last tear, said goodbye to all who loved me, and fell into the misty darkness.

Dark.

Dark.

Dark.

Light.

Allan nearly splintered my ribs pounding on my chest like that. He's a tough guy, and was openly crying over me. I opened my eyes as he restarted my heartbeat. His paws landed once again, and I coughed. "Ohmigod Jack! I'm so sorry! Oh god, why? I'm so sorry!" He sobbed and sputtered, cradling me and rubbing the back of my head. He mouthed promises of love and comfort, but all I could hear were bells tolling in my head. Oxygen deprivation hurts like a motherfucker, trust me. I shut Al up with my lips against his, and tried calming him from his hysteria. "Al, hon, I'm fine. Just a bit battered and my head's fuzzy, but I'm fine." I saw his fist clench, but he slacked off. Now he was pissed. "FINE?! Don't you understand!? You nearly DIED! Kaput! Finito! I nearly lost you, and all you can say is "FINE?!" He sobbed again, and cried even harded. "I don't want you to die, Jack. You're too important." I put my hand on his shoulder, and brought him down on the bed. "It'll be okay, Allan, we'll be okay..." I looked on the floor. A few strands of Al's hair were on the rug. He proposed to me, let me take his virginity, swore to tell me everything truthfully, but I never knew he loved me so deeply. I embraced him in a hug, pushing him into my shoulder. His tears ran into my fur, trying to chill me. All I felt was warmth.

Next story...

(Reversal)

Two days ago, I caught my foreskin in my zipper after taking a leak. Now, my penis is utterly useless for sex due to being injured, and I'm nervous about letting Al put anything in me, from either side. I turned from the porn I had been watching, and called him in to the study. I unzipped my pants, letting my thick otterhood make an appearance. Al shuffled his hair as he walked in, and grinned as I *lighlty* played with myself. "Uh, Jack, are you sure? I mean, I'm all for bending you over, but-" "Who said I'm letting you top? Bend over, and pull the seat of your pants down."

His smile dropped like a ton of bricks from a sparrow's talons. I have a very thick shaft, and Allan has probably the tightest anus ever made. Me topping him is a rare occurence, and usually painful. Plus, the fact that he never lets me cum in him -not once- makes it a bit anticlimactic. He mostly does it because I ask nicely. Anyways, he stalled a bit, and I twirled my finger in a "turn around" gesture. He made a low whine, and pulled his flufferly tail out, exposing his backdoor. I licked my finger, and pressed against his pink hole. He arched his back as I popped in, actually struggling to fit. I pulled back, and his natural tightness made him cling to me on the way out. I licked my finger again, drenching it with saliva and plunging it to my second joint. He grunted, and hung his head low in submissive shame. I twisted cruelly, rubbing the base of my cock and dribbling pre onto my jeans. I seldom get any dominant role, and when I do, I get nasty mean. I pistoned my finger in and out to the first inch, and he whimpered in pain. I looked in between his legs, and sure enough, the denim near his knees was being pulled forward. I chuckled, and dug my finger into him. He whimpered again, but made no effort to escape. He was broken.

"Does the little bitch want some fun? Huh? Do ya? Well, here!" I rammed the finger as deep as I could,wiggling it and hitting all his special places. There's no way to describe how tight he is; he's a really tough guy, but I make his eyes tear up when I top. He was grunting out loud, and bucking lightly at each twist. Whenever Al's taking anything in his back door, he goes from 40-minute-fucker to two-pump-chump. He's easy to get off when he submits. I wetted a second finger with some pre, and jabbed it alongside its brother. This was enough to set Allan off with no penile stimulation. His sperm, lightly runny, drooled out against the back of his legs, staining the normally faded denim a lovely, dark navy colour. He was yelling and spasming violently, flooding his pants, and twitched even harder when I pulled my fingers out of him, swivelled in my chair, and clicked "Stop."

"Well, well. Four minutes, forty-nine seconds. You're getting better at this." I stowed my still raging member away, and turned to see him on his knees, hastily scooping cum out of his pants. He recovers quickly, the colour was already receding from his cheeks and his breathing was starting to slow. I laughed as he yanked the trousers off, ran with a semiboner down the hall and yelled out, "If these stain, you are buying me a new pair!"

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Well, what do you guys think? I appreciate all comments. If you'd like anything clarified, need help pleasing a man in bed, or need to talk to someone, we're usually on SoFurry several times a day. I'll finish another story eventually. Please give any criticism you can, or suggestions!

Love, as always, Jack Hampton.