Domenic #1
This is the first episode about a character named Domenic, a narcissistic, sex-crazed, studly young rabbit top. The idea is to have a character I can do porn with in such a way that I can write an episode that's mostly porn but has a little bit of backstory, so over the course of several episodes, you would get a pretty fleshed-out character. And also a lot of porn. It's a freeform sorta thing so I'm not really sure what's going to happen to Domenic next, but hopefully that versatility convinces me to use this character again in the future. I had a lot of fun writing this so I hope you enjoy it!
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I awoke to a tiny, piercing beam of late afternoon sunlight finding the cracks of my eyelids. I was almost uncomfortably warm, but not quite, and my right arm tingled. I crinked my neck and let my eyes come into focus on the broad expanse of brown fur in front of me.
Ah yes, now I remember...
It had been a quiet Wednesday night...well, quiet by Freddie's standards. There were maybe 20 or 30 guys in the place and the DJ was one of those no-cover stage fillers who wasn't getting the floor up and moving. I was on my second cosmo of the evening (after a couple beer and two GNTs) and was getting a bit desperate after only getting cruised by a couple of guys I'd need a brown bag to fuck. As midnight rolled on toward one, the bartender's increased interest in his wristwatch as the crowd slowly dwindled meant I was facing an early last call. Then, when things looked their bleakest, a beefy brown bear sauntered through the door. OK, so he may not have been my wet dream and Christmas rolled into one, but he looked to be about my age, in good shape, and he had the loose walk of a tipsy homo...but most importantly, he had a sense of knowing when to be fashionably late.
There are 14 bar stools at Freddie's. I was on #5. He sat down on #6 (counting from the end where the bathrooms are, of course). We were the only ones left sitting at the bar. I thought with a statement of intent like that, there was no way I couldn't bring this guy home with me.
"I'll have a Fat Tire," he shouted to the bartender over the repetitive generic thumpa-thump.The bartender gave a disinterested nod of acknowledgement and loped to the taps down the bar, grabbing a pint glass in one smooth motion with his swinging arms. Mr. Bear watched intently to make sure the bartender was getting the head of his beer right. Ya know, the sorta thing that's all too important to a guy who'd fail a breathalyzer test right on the spot. I sipped my cosmo casually as the bartender completed his task (to the apparent satisfaction of Mr. Bear) and a crisp $5 bill was exchanged. He closed his eyes as he gave his beer its first tender sip and I watched his shoulders relax. That was my cue.
"Havin' a good night?" I asked, leaning in with a smile.
"Not bad for hump day," he replied over the din of the music.
"I think they're gonna close soon,"
"Well, shit, I better order something else then," he slurred.
"You live nearby?" I asked.
He gave his head the first genuine turn in my direction since he had sat down, straightened up a little, and paused. "Yeah, I'm just a few blocks away," he conceded.
"Well, finish your beer and let's go because your ass is going to waste sitting on that stool."
He looked confused for a split second and then smirked. His smirk widened into a big grin before he turned back to his beer and pounded the rest of his pint in just one long gulp. He jumped off the stool, balancing with only half a misstep, and let out an exaggerated sigh as he wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "Let's go!" he said with some enthusiasm, grabbing my hand and pulling me off my bar stool.
When we got to his place we were still tripping over ourselves trying to get the front door shut and get the light on while we started tripping over ourselves to get each other's clothes off. Somewhere in the ensuing drunken maelstrom, I wound up without my shirt, there was a soft desk light or something illuminating his studio apartment, and we were making out at the foot of his bed with him trying to kick off his shoes and me dragging his pants down around to his knees. I stood back for a second to admire his choice of underwear, a pair of orange and white boxer briefs that fit his moderate form. He was about my height and maybe had twenty pounds on me, but was definitely fit. It was a good enough sight for my horny eyes to get my loins stirring in earnest, and I felt some tight discomfort in my jeans as my member stretched against the fabric, seeking freedom (or, better yet, a different type of confinement...)
I lowered him onto his back on the bed and started tugging his pants off, tossing them to the floor with a flare. The retro-colored boxer briefs quickly became part of the growing patchwork of ruffled clothes on the floor, exposing his plump package. I swung a leg over his crotch confidently and straddled him like a motorcycle, leaning in to get back to our sloppy makeout session. Between the hushed moans that interrupted our lashing tongues, our lips curled to reach each other's and our jaws squeezed and danced as he fumbled with my pants' button and zipper. I helped him out and stood up quickly to peel off my jeans and underwear. We were both panting from the intensity of it, and my cock stood at full mast for Mr. Bear. His eyebrows rose involuntarily at the sight of it, as so many others had before...and why not? It stood at a high angle, arcing above my flat belly, with a slight downward curve. And it was definitely a mouthful. And a throatful, too. He sat up in a smooth motion and wrapped his big paw around the base, needing his entire fist to make the circumference and pulling it down to his muzzle.
He gave the head a tentative lick, followed by a full-on lick, wrapping the end of his soft tongue around the curve of the tip. He then proceeded to swallow my cock like it was the first salmon up the waterfall. He ran his tongue under the shaft and all around, he bobbed up and down on it, gagging as he got used to the idea of working it down his throat until he could confidently take the whole thing. God, he was really good at that. I couldn't help but rock my hips with the motion of his head, fucking his throat with an increasing tempo, while he went to work pounding his own ample member with increasing intensity. His tongue was getting acquainted with every little bump and nerve ending along the bottom of my shaft while I rocked in and out of his throat. I wasn't going to last too much longer, feeling that perfect suction, the wet warmth, watching my mighty member disappear from view in this talented cocksucker's face and reappear again, glistening and bursting at the seams while I felt my heavy balls slap against his chin. Not like I was too worried about ending the party too soon...through some combination of getting lucky at the genetic game, being young, fit, and determined, and lots of practice, I was confident that I was going to be able to inseminate my new buddy at least a couple more times before the sun rose, so long as he was up to the challenge. And he certainly wasn't showing any signs of slowing down...
I guess this is as good a place as any to back up and explain myself. My name is Domenic and I'm a 23 year old grey Flemish rabbit. While the common euphemism for those who constantly fuck is that they "fuck like rabbits", the fact of the matter is that rabbits fuck like me (and only when they're really performing at their peak). I'm not sure what happened, all I know is that when I was 11 I was a pretty average little kid, filling my days playing basketball out in the street with the other kids or getting myself all filthed up hiding in all sorts of inappropriate places for hide 'n go seek games. When I was 12, I was sneaking out to the high school to hide behind the bleachers and offer blowjobs to the football players after practice. At first I was doing it for free, but after a few months I was getting so good at it that I was able to charge a fair fee, and while my friends may have been making some pocket money by mowing lawns or doing chores for neighbors or what have you, I was raking it in doing what I loved to do.
My lust for sex seemed to come from nowhere, but it coincided with a lot of other changes. I grew six inches taller in a year and my creamy-brown prepubescent fuzz relented to a short grey pelt. My junk doubled in size (and then again by the time I was 14) and my amorphous baby fat gave way to broad defined shoulders, a stout chest, and strong legs. I think it worked out great that I was queer as they come from day one, because I was positively in love with the sexy and hung beast that traipsed across my full-height mirror each and every morning. That and if I were a breeder, the world would be overrun with my spawn by now. Don't get me wrong, I love kids, just not when I'm the one cutting into my booze and condom funds to make sure they're fed and clothed. I'm confident that being gay was all part of God's plan for me.
Getting the same sweaty football players off day in and day out did eventually get old, and they weren't really much for experimentation (or conversation). A few wanted to fuck me, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't get some good poundings from some horny linemen (both ends on a few occasions) but none of them would let me top. Fortunately for me, the male cheerleaders who practiced out on the field sometimes were more than happy to bend over for me. I even dated the star pitcher from the J-V softball team for the better part of a year (all hush-hush in the closet, of course, none of these sporty types ever had the balls to come out...), and lemme tell ya he was no pitcher in bed! I was a happy little queerboi when I was with him, feeling safe and secure cuddled up with him in his room; I even blew all my blowjob money buying him gifts and going out with him (which went even quicker than you'd think because he never wanted to get caught, so we always had to drive two towns over for everything we ever did together, and somehow the cheapskate always stuck me with the gas bill...) Long story short, when the money ran out he dumped me for some moronic cheerleader and they went off together to live their fake little life, while I had lost his mouth and ass that I so desperately needed to get off. And thus began my life of prowling for fresh meat...
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, I was bent over Mr. Bear's face, his head in my crotch, his lips smacking around my tool as I pounded his throat ever faster. My balls tingled and tensed as I felt my approaching release. I leaned back, slowed my tempo, and took my hands off his shoulders, inviting him to take charge of the final fireworks display. He didn't miss a beat as he wrapped both paws around the base of my cock and balls and started really slurping on my cock. The excess saliva, undoubtedly mixed with some pre-cum, dribbled on the floor but I didn't care. My eyes were closed and I was reveling in the build-up of tension in my loins...tighter, tingling, all my focus being drawn to my groin. He gasped for air every time I pulled my dong out of his airway, the exertion of his efforts readily apparent (and very appreciated). Did I mention that he was really fucking good at this?
I was on the verge of giving my friend his late night snack that he had worked so hard for. I grunted and grimaced as I felt all those little muscles down there twitch and spasm. Another twitch, another tingle, more pressure and tension pulsing through me...his tempo was determined, steady, and firm, slowly bringing me to my precipice, leaving me to linger on the brink for what felt like half a lifetime...
...then the dam burst. I could only let out a prolonged "HUUUURRRNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHH" as I felt the first shot leave my cock. I was ultra-engorged and extremely sensitive, every touch from his tongue and the back of his mouth left me reeling. The second shot fired with the force of a 21-cannon salute as I felt like I was emptying my entire ball sack into his mouth. His eyes went wide with surprise while he suppressed a gag, and went to work on his new task of swallowing each and every drop. He slurped at my cockhead greedily as I kept firing my load into his eager muzzle, the tingling sensation of his tongue at work subsiding from unbearably overstimulating to pleasantly tingling. The last throes of my orgasm left me in that special place of giddy-calm where I so loved to be. I looked down at my playmate and saw a thin rope of jism draped over his nose and smile.
"That was great," I sighed earnestly. He kissed the tip of my cock and looked back up at me with a toothy grin. I leaned down to give him a deep kiss, pulling away after a thorough visit to his hungry muzzle.
"We still need to take care of you," I whispered with a smirk, tapping his nose gently with the tip of my finger for emphasis. "But first," I declared while standing up again, "I need to use your bathroom." For you see, while all that fucking, sucking, and making out had returned me to sobriety, my bladder, free from having to compete with a hot, wet mouth, was all too keen to tell me that the booze that had started my evening was still with me, and quite eager to part the scene.
He motioned to a door a few feet away from his bed, which I turned and entered, finding the light switch on my way in. My half-soft cock flopped heavily between my legs as I strode into the tiny, messy room. The light switch ignited some bare bulbs in a motel-grade light fixture above the sink as well as one of those comically loud exhaust fans. It buzzed and rattled with such intensity that I thought I may go deaf while I took my piss. I have no idea how gay guys have a reputation for being so clean, I thought as I picked some used floss off the toilet seat...there are few places in the world messier than a homo's bathroom, and his is PARTICULARLY bad.
The toilet bowl frothed and foamed as the night's beverages gushed out of me like a fire hose. Splish splash, splish splash, it just kept coming. It made me wonder what made piss so foamy when I drank, it didn't seem to do that when I was sober. That thought kept me occupied until my gush slowed to a stream and a then a trickle. I shook the last few drops from my now soft, but still impressive, member and flushed the toilet, turning my attention to the handsome bunny in the disgusting mirror. That bear had mussed my fur up a little but I was sure to put it back in place so I would look my sexy best once more. The droning bathroom fan and plain lighting disguised the passing of time until I realized I had spent at least twenty minutes standing naked in front of the mirror preening myself. I flushed the toilet again in case he was listening, killed the light and fan, and stepped back out into his bedroom.
He was snoring on the edge of his bed, laying with his face to the ceiling and his legs dangling over the edge, his pants and underwear still splayed colorfully over his floor as his cock poked out of the tip of his sheath. This wouldn't do at all. "Wake up," I said dispassionately as I grabbed him roughly by the ankles and flipped him over.
He awoke with a start. "Hey!" he cried, sleepy and confused. "I got work tomorrow!"
"Call in sick. I'm not done with you yet." I fished around on the floor for my pants and pulled a condom and a little bottle of lube from the front left pocket.
"Whoa whoa, hey! I'm not lookin' to get fucked tonight," he said with some alertness in his sleepy, half-drunken voice.
I smiled at him. "I'd hate for you to miss out! Trust me, you'll thank me for it," I said, and then I got down on my knees and buried my face between his cheeks, my tongue going to work on his pink hole.
Rimming wasn't my favorite thing to do, but I knew from experience that if you want to convince someone to accept a large cock in their ass, it usually works to stick your tongue in there first. Sure enough as I poked and prodded my soft, wet tongue muscle into his ass his whole body relaxed and his moans of resistance and uncertainty turned into moans of pleasure. He wiggled his butt into my face, pushing against my mouth, urging me to go deeper with my lashing tongue while his moans vibrated up through his body and into my skull. I put the lube and condom down on the floor so I could grab each cheek and pull them apart for better access, pushing deeper and harder into his hole and making sure to get him plenty wet and sloppy while I was at it.
This went on for awhile, me massaging his ass with my hands and his hole with my tongue, and him getting looser, more relaxed, and more turned on with each passing minute. He had grown rock hard when I started and was still throbbing away, his cock bumping into his bed sheets and leaving little dark spots where the pre get soaked up by the fabric. He was ready for me.
My paws went to work getting my cock up to full mast, feeling it grow and harden in my paws. While still keeping his butt happy with my tongue, I opened the condom package and rolled it down my thick member...it was always a tight fit, but this was the largest size the store had. At least they worked.
I got up from the floor to see he was a complacent puddle of relaxed, sexy bear waiting on his bed for my next move. I poured ample lube from the bottle all over my dick, which twitched with each beat of my heart, and then poured some more over his now very well-worked hole. He exhaled and shivered as the cold lube touched his hot sphincter, but made no motion of resistance as he waited calmly for me.
I lined up the tip of my cock with his opening and pushed firmly. He took the head in without much fuss but as I kept pushing in my thickening shaft, he tensed up and growled into his bedspread, digging his claws into his pillows. I was about halfway in when I stopped, eased slowly out, and then restarted my assault on his ass. This time I made it a couple inches further in and his low growls turned into yells, warped somewhere between pleasure and pain, and I repeated the process again. Out once more, and back in, this time working my way up to the hilt. He gritted his teeth and groaned as his quivering ass accepted the entirety of my tumescence, and I reveled in his tight warmth. God I love the feeling of ass all around my dick. In, out, in, out. We worked up our rhythm gradually until his groans and growls were sex-filled and lustful, removed of any trace of pain or discomfort. It was time for me to get to work.
Now just because I love ass doesn't mean I don't care about the pleasure of my bottom. I know all about hitting the prostate which, thanks to my cock's unique downward curve, was attainable from a variety of enjoyable positions. I flipped him back onto his back, held his ankles up to my shoulders, and started pounding him, being sure to get him at the right angle to rub his innards just the right way. He lit up with excitement and horniness almost instantly.
"Oh God! Oh Fuck! Oh God that's so GOOD!" he cried, with no regard for his neighbor's attempts to sleep at 4 AM. The bed creaked, groaned, and slammed loudly into the wall as I worked him. I was pounding away with such intensity that my heart was hammering against my ribs and I was panting for breath. He was gasping too, amidst the loud thuds and groans of our amorous deed, his eyes closed tightly as he tried to cope with all the sensation.
"I'm...gonna.....nnnngggghhhhhhhhh" was all he got out of his mouth as his anus spasmed around my member and his body wriggled uncontrollably on the bed beneath me. His cum arced over his head completely, landing in fat ropes on his pillows. Another shot got him under the chin, while several more painted his brown chest fur with slashes of milky white. The last of it dribbled unceremoniously onto his belly in a sloppy, sloshing pool that ran down the side of his body and onto his bed.
I would've been envious of his epic orgasm if I wasn't in the middle of my own. His magic sphincter had tickled me over my second precipice of the night, and I shot a heavily satisfying load into the reservoir tip of my condom, feeling the pressure of my trapped jism pushing back on my engorged cockhead. I could only manage a squeak from my tired body as my PC muscle tightened again and again. I collapsed on the bear's sticky body, my cock still buried in his ass. We stayed there; a heaving, sticky mass, until we caught our breath. Sleep came easily and heavily that night.