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Bill: Hello, furs. I'm back and I want to post this.

Darkside: What do you want to post?

Shadow: Yeah, what?

Bill: Well, a kind of story about two guys going to Hollywood. And things develope between them.

Darkside: Something gay?

Shadow: Darkside.

Bill: Well sorta, you'll just have to wait and see. And one of the two has a condition slash gift, so to speak.

Darkside: Will you tell us, because I get very impatient.

Shadow: Yeah, please tell us?

Bill: Just wait and see.

Bill and Darkside:(impatiently) Awe.

*Bill ends his script here, enters twice and starts to type his warning and later to type his story*

IMPORTANT WARNING:

If you have selected my story, then you have agreed you were 18 or 21, in some states, or older. If you are not 18 or older, go watch the teletubbies and jack off to Lala and Po like the demented little kitten you are. If you are 18 years or older, then enjoy the story just don't splatter your keyboard ;) OK?

A young rabbit was strolling down a road surrounded by plains for miles and miles all around. He was at least twenty-one and a quarter. His fur was a creamy white, and the hair on his head was pitch black and hung down halfway on his neck and his bangs hung a little over his eyes but not a lot so he could see. His long ears hung down on either side of his head and his left ear had a white gold earing stabbed in it. The shirt he had on was white and had something written on the back of it. His jeans were a faded blue-grey and had the typical rips on the knees and his belt was studded, but it never held his pants up too well. His shoes were nice pair of Nike's colored black with white laces done up in double knots so they wouldn't fall off too easy. Around his neck was a studded collar that he never took off. On his paws were black figerless gloves with a stud on each knuckle. He had a kind of skinny and lanky, but well toned none the less, body. His muscles were quite small, but his abs were almost washboard and his pecs were nice and tight. He basiclly looked like a rock star, if it weren't for him being not so popular by most of his classmates at high school. He dropped out of high school when things got too hot for him to handle, and spent his summers in a fast food restaurant as a cashier.

He had been strolling for hours on end; a half empty water bottle in one paw and his totebag in the other. The reason he had been walking so long was because he wanted to just escape and live on his own. He was getting tired of all the walking down the road, though.

"Fuck this," he said as he stopped and sat his bag down, "I'll hitch a ride instead." And he stuck out his thumb and did the regular hitching gags. First, it was just his thumb; a car appeared on the horizon and was coming down; he was all excited until the car just passed him up and kept trucking along. He huffed and tried the thumb again on another car, but the car just ran right past him. Second, he tried something a little different. A car came down the road. He stuck out his left leg, pulled up the pantleg and showed the driver a little. The driver just roared by and honked "Shave and a Haircut." "Two bits," said the rabbit angrely as he rolled his pantleg back down to the top of his sneaker. That went on for a half hour. Every car that went by just kept on rolling. He stuck his thumb out one last time when he saw a dark blue Chevy rolling down the road towards him. The car passed right by him and slowed to a stop a few feet ahead.

"What luck," said the rabbit with relief as he sighed. He strode up to the passanger window as it slid down.

"Where you heading?" asked the stranger behind the wheel.

"Anywhere but here," answered the rabbit.

"Well, throw your stuff in the trunk and hop in," said the stranger as the trunk snapped open. The rabbit walked around to the back of the Chevy and threw his stuff in. He slammed down the lid with a bang and walked around to the passanger side again. "Well, get in," repeated the stranger. The rabbit grabbed the handle and opened the door.

"Thanks so much, pal," said the rabbit as he sat down on the seat and slammed the door. "A lot of these people just drive on by, but not you," said the rabbit as he snapped in.

"You're welcome, uh..." The stranger hesitated. He hadn't known his passanger's name. He looked over at his passanger with his shining glasses.

"Oh, my name is Travis," said Travis as he outstertched his paw to shake paws, "and you are?"

"Jared," said the stranger. "Nice to meet you," said Jared as he grabbed Travis' paw and shook it. Jared turned back onto the road and started to drive again. "So, Travis," he started, "where you heading?"

"Nowhere really," said Travis. He just wanted to get out of the house and see all of America.

"Well, the way I'm heading is to Hollywood," said Jared with a grin. Jared always dreamed of going to Hollywood ever since he was a cub.

"Why there?" asked Travis.

"Just a cubhood dream of mine," said Jared, glasses glimmering. "I've always wanted to go to Hollywood," said Jared dreamedly, "I always wanted to see the stars and even get 'lucky' with one." 'He sure is a big dreamer,' thought Travis.

"Hey," said Travis.

"What?" asked Jared as he was broken out of his daydream.

"What kind of animal are you?"'asked Travis, "if you don't mind me asking, because you have an strange brown coloration for a fox."

"Oh," said Jared. That question caught him off guard. "Well," he started, "I'm a bat."

"You are?" asked Travis, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," said Jared, "and I'm also a little fox, well, mostly my tail and muzzle anyway."

"Cool," said Travis, "I never met a hybrid before."

"Well, Thanks, I think," said Jared, nervously smiling. He scratched the back of his head and said: "You don't mind going to Hollywood, do you?"

"No, not at all," said Travis, "as long as it's not the gay part of it." Jared turned red in the muzzle and turned back to face the road. "We're going there," said Travis, "aren't we?"

"Heh heh... uh yeah," said Jared, "that's where I was heading before you came along." Travis sat there in his seat and thought for a moment. "You can get out if you want," said Jared. He felt a little bad about not telling his passanger where they were going.

"No, that's fine," said Travis. He sat there for a moment and turned to Jared. "You're gay, aren't you?" he asked.

"If I tell you, will you not jump out and run like all my friends do?" asked Jared.

"I promiss," said Travis. Travis was pretty mellow with people's attractions to the same sexes.

"I am gay, okay?" said Jared. His eyes started to tear up. Travis saw that and felt pretty bad when he had asked of Jared's sexual orientation.

"Hey, man, I'm sorry if I hurt you, man," Travis apologized, "look, I don't care if you're gay or not. Besides, you're a pretty cool guy and I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry," Jared apologized, "I can't control my emotions sometimes, so I'm sorry."

"Just so you know, I'm straight," said Travis, "so apology accepted."

"And I accept your's," said Jared. he wiped his eyes and continued to drive down the road. The road was a little bumpy, but that didn't stop the two from talking.

"So, Jared," started Travis, "why are you driving around? I thought bats couldn't see so well?"

"Well, that's true," started Jared, "but they made a special kind glasses designed just for a bat's sight, and it just so happens I'm wearing a pair." Jared pushed his glasses back up his muzzle as they fell down a little. "So, what's with the collar around your neck, Travis?" asked Jared as he finished adjusting his glasses.

"Well, it was my mom's," said Travis.

"Man, it sounds like you have one strange family," said Jared.

"No," chuckled Travis, "She was the drummer of a local band called 'Solid' in the eighties, see." Travis turned around to show Jared what he meant. He pointed to the back of his shirt and in bold black letters read the word "Solid."

"Interesting," said Jared, "so what kind of band?"

"Rock band," answered Travis as he stared out the window. The fields seemed to fly by as if the world itself was in fast forward and the car he was in was not moving at all.

"Ah," said Jared, "so, what kind of music are you into?"

"Oh, lets see: Rock, Metal, Industrial, eighties, ninties, twenty-first century, and some sixties and seventies," said Travis. He listed all the types he liked. Jared just nodded his head.

"Small world," said Jared.

"Why's that?" asked Travis, cocking his head at his friend.

"Well, I like that stuff too," said Jared, "but I never got to listen to it when I was young, though."

"Now why's that?" asked Travis again.

"My mom never liked that kind of music."

"Why," Travis asked yet again.

"She said it rots your brain and makes people hate," he said shaking his head, "but now I can listen to all the time."

"Well, Why don't you turn some on?" asked Travis.

"Thought you'd never ask." Jared switched on the radio and some guy started to say all the songs that were coming up. 'This guy's alright,' thought Travis, 'so what if he's gay.' "Whatever" by Godsmack came to life on the radio. "Ooh, here's a good one," said Jared while drumming his fingers on the wheel.

"You know it, man," said Travis as he tapped his paw on his pantleg. The two sat there, talking and listening to music and laughing about each other's stories.

"So how long till Hollywood?" asked Travis suddenly.

"About a day," said Jared.

"Alright, cool," said Travis. The sun was down and he was getting a little tired. "Hey, does this seat lean back?" he asked feeling his eyes get heavy.

"Yeah it does, why?" asked Jared.

"Well, I'm tired, so I need a nap, if that's fine with you," yawned Travis.

"Sure, just pull the little lever on the side of the seat and lean back," explained Jared. Travis pulled the lever and leaned back some.

"Ooh, now this is nice," said Travis yawning, "you don't mind that I take a nap, do you?"

"Not at all," said Jared, "go ahead and sleep, I'll be fine."

"Alright, night," said Travis. He shut his eyes and put his paws behind his head.

"Night, man," said Jared. Jared turned the music way down and continued to drive on down the long and lonely road to Hollywood.

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Jared had been driving for three hours, just listening to the radio on low while his friend slept soundly on the seat next to him. He looked over at his friend. He saw Travis' chest moving up and down slowly. 'He looks so cute' said Jared as he turned back to the road. Thoughts were racing around in his head like it were the Nascar races up there. But among those thoughts was a subtle one. He thought for a moment.

'I wonder how his fur feels?' he thought, 'but what if he wakes up and doesn't want to ride along anymore?' He fumbled that idea in his head for a few minutes or so. 'What could it hurt just to feel?' he thought at last. He adjusted his glasses, moved his left paw off the wheel and slowly slid it carefully through the air just over to his friend's arm. He lowered his paw slowly, when all of a sudden his friend shifted and snorted. He stopped his paw in mid-air, just a few inches above Travis' arm. Jared was so nervous that his friend might wake up, then Travis stopped moving. 'Oh I hope he's done moving' pleaded Jared. He continued the decsent down until he felt the coolness of the fur under his palm. The fur felt so silky smooth and soft. Travis moaned a little in his sleep as Jared felt the fur. He ran his fingers through the fur, feeling every single strand of it. Jared was liking the feel and started to get ideas, when the worst happened.

"What are you doing?" asked Travis tonelessly. Jared snapped his arm back to it's place on the wheel and felt his face get hot as Travis sat his seat up.

"Uh, nothing," said Jared. He was so embarrassed by his actions and wanted to say sorry so many times that his throat would hurt.

"You were just feeling my arm and that's nothing?" asked Travis, sounding a little mad.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry," said Jared, "I don't know what came over me. My thoughts were running wild and I wanted to just feel your fur and I'm so sorry." His face was so hot that it could cook an egg. His eyes started to well up again, so he wiped his eyes.

"Hey, man," said Travis, returning to his normal tone, "calm down, it's okay. Just so long that's all you wanted to do."

"Yeah, that's all I wanted to do," sniffled Jared, although he lied.

"Yeah right," said Travis, "well, it's okay, man. So what. Just don't do it again."

"Okay, I won't," sniffled Jared. He wiped his eyes again and went back to watching the road as it whizzed by. Travis turned his head towards the window and looked out of it. He saw a sign coming into view.

"Hey look, a motel, next exit," said Travis, reading the sign word for word. He broke the tension, which he wanted to do.

"Maybe we can get some rooms and crash for the night," said Jared, "besides I'm tired of driving for the night."

"Yeah," said Travis, "seperate rooms."

"Cool," said Jared, "here comes the turn now." He went up the turn off and took the road that led up to the motel. "There it is," he said pointing. The motel came into view and he went into the parking lot. The clock on the radio read 10:12 as the blue Chevy parked. The two stepped out of the car and walked up to the main door that led to the front desk. As the two saw no one seemed to be at the front desk, but the two walked up to it anyway. There was a bell that sat on the desk. Travis brought his paw up above it and slammed it down on the bell, causing it to chime a little too loud.

"Hey!" called a voice from under the desk, "don't hit my bell so hard."

"Heh, sorry buddy," said Travis, feeling his face get warm. The guy under the desk popped his muzzle up.

"What can I do for you?" asked the muzzle. The man under the desk then came into full view as he stood up from the floor. The man was a wolf with brown fur and black hair.

"Well, we would like some rooms," said Jared.

"Sorry," said the wolf, "only got one left for rent."

"Oh, okay," said Travis turning to Jared, "maybe we can try another place."

"Not another motel around for a hundred miles from here," said the wolf, "and I'm sure none of you want to drive a hundred miles."

"No sir," said the bat and rabbit in unison. Travis thought it over for a moment and at last came to a decision.

"Alright," said Travis reluctanly, "we'll take it."

"Are you sure?" asked Jared.

"Yeah, it's fine," said Travis.

"Good, I'll get you the keys and you two may head to your room to do what you want," said the wolf as he walked off.

"What do you mean by that?" demaned Travis, but he was too late because the wolf already disappeared again. After a while, the wolf came back with the keys and gave them to them.

"Now you two enjoy yourselves, alright?" winked the wolf. So many things ran through Travis' head, but he nodded his head and the two walked out towards their room.

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Travis laid down on his bed with his paws behind his head. In his mind, ideas ran around like nuts in a psycho ward. He was hoping his new friend wouldn't do anything that would make him feel uncomfortable. Travis turned his head to see his friend sitting on his bed, taking off his shirt. Jared then stood up and walked into the bathroom.

Travis started to get ideas of what his friend was up to in the bathroom, but he threw away those thoughts on the spot. He continued to watch the opened door, then he saw something strange as his friend had his behind out of the door. 'What the,' thought Travis as stared at the underwear his friend was wearing.

"Hey!" called Travis, "why do you have pink underwear on?" Jared stopped moving, his face got hotter than the sun. "What?" he asked, "did you wash them with some red pieces of clothing or something?" Jared stepped out of the bathroom door, his muzzle was so hot.

"No," said Jared reluctantly, "it's, um... women's underwear."

"Woah," said Travis, "um... why are you wearing them?"

"Well, I have to," said Jared. He sat down facing away from his friend. 'Oh God, now I got to tell him of my condition' he thought.

"Why?" asked Travis patiently.

"Well, I have this, um..." Jared hesitated. Now he had to tell him. "Well," he said after a while, "why don't I show you." He stood up and went to the otherside of the bed and sat down, legs closed. He slid his underwear down to his ankles.

"What the hell are you doing?" asked Travis. Jared then spread his legs open to show what he was hiding from his friend. Travis' eyes went wide as he stared in between his friends thighs. "My God, you have a cunt!" he exclaimed. Jared's muzzle turned into a frown as he started to cry. He whimpered as his friend sat there, dumbstruck. Travis continued to stare as Jared continued to sob. Travis brought his eyes up to meet a very embarressed and very sad creature. He tried to calm his friend down. "Hey, it's okay," he said quietly, "I just wish you told me sooner."

"It's not okay," Jared whimpered, "now you'll run off like the rest of them."

"What do you mean?" Travis asked carefully.

"Well," Jared explained, sniffling, "I was supposed to be born a female, but something happened as I was born. I got more testosterone then I should have and I developed into this thing when I grew up, a cuntboy." The poor creature cried his eyes out. "All my boyfriends would run when either I told them or they found out or they would notice before sex," he sobbed, "now run. Run like all of them did. Go."

"No, I won't," said Travis.

"Why?" asked the sad creature.

"For two reasons," started Travis, "one; I'd never leave a friend in need, and two; I have no idea of where I'd run to out there." Jared chuckled a little and wiped his eyes.

"So you're not going to leave?" he asked.

"No I won't," Travis told him.

"Oh thank you," said Jared as he leaned over and hugged Travis. Of course Travis was surprised and had no idea what to do next, so he just hugged Jared back. The hug lasted for a few seconds and the two broke away from each other. "Thanks, Travis, you're a true friend," he said.

"Yeah, that and I still need a ride," said Travis. The two laughed at the joke. Travis stood up and removed his shirt and jeans, revealing his red boxers and his well toned body.

"Hey Travis, you have nice body," said Jared smiling and pulling his panties back up.

"Heh, thanks, I think," said Travis as he readied his bed for entry. He found the light switch under the lamp in between the beds and flipped it. The room went into a dark abyss as Travis tried to find his bed. He found the covers and got under them. He heard Jared gently place his glasses down on the table. "Night man," said Travis as he pulled the covers over himself.

"Yeah, good night," said Jared. Jared's eyes drifted shut and Travis did the same.

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Jared slept soundly as Travis just laid there, eyes wide and thinking. 'Okay,' he thought, 'my friend is a cuntboy and that doesn't bother me, why? I don't know why.' He turned over to face his friend who slept quietly. 'If I left him now,' he thought, 'then he'd feel hurt, like I did when I was alone.' Travis never had any friends that stayed friends for long and he needed a good friend to talk.

'What if I don't leave him?' thought Travis, 'if I don't, then he would be a great friend to have around and to talk to, but I hope nothing too strange happens between us.' He didn't want to have any deep relationships with a friend of his, especially a guy. He laid there tossing and turning, thoughts whizzing by in his mind.

'What if I,' thought Travis, 'naw, that would be too weird for me to do.' He turned over again to look at his friend who was now mumbling in his sleep. 'I want to show him that I'll never leave him,' he thought, 'but how?' He laid there and thought it over a bit. On the one paw he could lie there and wait until his friend woke up, that way he'd show him that he was a good friend. Or if he wanted to be a true friend...

"I know I'm going to regret this," he whispered. He kicked the covers off of him and sat up. He stood up and walked over to his friend's bed. "I hope he enjoys this," he said as he pulled the covers off a little, and slid under them. He scooted carefully over to his friend and rested his arm over him. Jared shifted a little and stopped. Travis sighed in releife and got a little closer to his friend. He pulled Jared in close. Then Jared started to stir.

"What's going on?" he asked sleepily.

"I was hoping you wouldn't wake too soon," said Travis sheepishly.

"What are you doing, anyhow?" Jared asked again.

"I'm trying to show that I'm not like your so-called friends, who leave you all the time," said Travis, "and I thought this was the best way to show it." Jared started to tear up. He was so happy that Travis wasn't going to leave like all the rest. He was enjoying the close contact he was receiving, but he had to say something.

'You know you didn't have to do this," Jared said at last.

"Yeah I know," said Travis, "but it felt like the right way to tell you that I wouldn't leave because of your... um... thing, or because you're gay."

"Well, thanks," said Jared. His muzzle started to get hot as his friend snuggled closer to him.

"You know," said Travis after a while, "this isn't so bad at all."

"From my standpoint," said Jared, "I'm loving it, but why'd you do this for me?"

"Well, I felt I should try and comfort you," started Travis, "and this idea popped in my head and one thing led to another and here we are."

"Well, thanks just the same," murred Jared. He felt something brush against the front of his panties. "What are you doing?" he asked. Travis didn't answer.

Travis wanted to calm his friend down the best he could, so he tried something he would never had done if his friend was a full man. He was rubbing the front of the outside of Jared's underwear, making Jared moan softly.

"Why, ugh, are you doing this?" moaned Jared.

"I'm trying to give you something no one seemed to give you," Said Travis as he slid his finger up and down the front of the underwear, brushing his friend's slit ever so slightly. His friend's moans got a little louder as he moved his finger faster and faster.

"What's that?" murred Jared as the finger brushed his cunt.

"A little love," Travis said as he continued to slide his finger up and down his friend's cunny. "You're starting to get a little wet," he said as he continued to tickle his friend. Travis slipped his paw under his friend's panties and got to his clit and pinched it. Jared yipped at the sudden squeeze of his cilt but started to get even wetter as his friend rolled it in his fingers. Jared was lost in a lust filled world as his friend worked him well.

"Well... ugh... I can feel your... uh... excitement, too," said Jared matter-of-factly. It was true, Travis was getting hard from stroking his friend. His boner was stabbing Jared in the back.

"Heh," huffed Travis, "looks like I have to get rid of it somehow."

"Yeah," moaned Jared, then Travis did the unthinkable. He stopped stroking his friend. "Why'd you stop?" he asked. Travis didn't answer, because actions speak better than words. Travis grabbed either side of Jared's underwear and slid them down slowly. "What are you doing?" he demanded, but Travis didn't say anything. Jared started to get worried, but Travis rubbed his pussy again, which made him feel comfortable again. Then Travis stopped stroking and grabbed his boxers and slid them down just as carefully as he did his friend's. Now the two were completely underpantsless. Travis moved his friend's tail out fo the way and slid his erection in between Jared's legs. "What are you going to do with that?" he asked with a sultry grin. Again Travis didn't answer. He just flipped on his back and brought Jared on top of him with his rod still between his legs. Jared looked down a at his glistening pussy and saw how hard his friend was getting. "Ooh, you're quite big," blushed Jared.

"I guess I am," said Travis, "and can you help me guide it in?"

"Sure I can," said Jared. He brought his paw down to his slit and pushed his friend's meat into his enterence, till the head was gone. Jared moaned as he felt his insides stretch to accomodate his friend's well endowed member.

"There we go," said Travis. He started to prod Jared's sweet and tight folds. There was no friction, on account of how wet Jared was, as he slowly pumped into his friend. Jared turned his head and Travis brought his muzzle up to meet his. The muzzles met and Travis closed his eyes. Jared had his wide in surprise, but his eyes started to drift shut as Travis slid his tounge into his muzzle. Jared couldn't help but moan softly down his friend's throat as his tounge got wrapped and slapped by the pink intruder. The two tounges lapped at each other as their moans got a little louder. Jared wanted this to last forever, but Travis broke to breathe.

"Why'd you stop?" pleaded Jared.

"Well, I needed to breathe," huffed Travis. He slowed his pace a little as to not let the tightness of his friend's cunt go away. Jared sat up suddenly and pulled out the prod in between his flaps. "Why'd you do that?" asked Travis. Without a word, Jared flipped onto his stomach to face his friend. "Oh, I see," he said grinning. Jared brought his hole down carefully until it met the tip of his friend's rod. He slowly lowered down, moaning, until the head disappeared into his slit. He slowly went down and went back up carefully, moaning the whole time with his friend groaning at the tightness. Travis then grabbed Jared and flipped on top of him. Jared was surprised to see Travis had flipped him so fast, but he didn't care. All he wanted was to make love to this handsome young rabbit. Travis started to move his dick in slowly, as to not surprise his partner, then he felt some stange object in his way. "You still want this," he asked the quivering bat as he stopped behind the object. He sure didn't want to hurt Jared, because apparently he was still a virgin like him.

"Yes I do, Travis," Jared said lustfully. On that signal, Travis slid in carefully and broke the obstical. He saw Jared's eyes clamp shut and fill up with tears. Jared started to whimper. Travis leaned down and brought a paw under his chin and lifted him face-to-face. He brought Jared's muzzle to his and kissed him to reassure him that everything was okay. Then he broke the kiss and wiped the tears from Jared's eyes.

"I can stop if you want," said Travis softly. He knew his partner was in pain and he felt a new warm liquid leaking from his friend's pussy. Jared was bleeding, and Travis knew that.

"No," pleaded Jared, "don't stop, just go slow."

"Okay," said Travis. He continued to slowly move into place. He felt his friend's twot squeeze a little on his shaft as he slid in. He stopped as he hilted himself, so as his friend can adjust to his girth. Jared's cunt fanned itself around his cock, which Travis loved, his moan showed it. He pulled himself out slowly until his tip hit the entrence. He then slid back in, making Jared moan softly and his cunt to squeeze. Jared's eyes were shut when Travis continued to slide in and out, both moaning with each slow thrust. Travis brought his head down to kiss Jared. Jared happily complied as their muzzles met. Travis licked Jared's mouth out as he continued to hump down below. Jared's slit seemed to squeeze and stroke Travis' member expertly. They moaned into each other's muzzle as their ecstacy rode onward. Travis broke the kiss and started to thrust harder and faster. Jared's moans got deeper and his face got hotter than hell as he was getting nearer and nearer.

"Oh God, Travis!" cried Jared as he was being ridden faster and faster. He wrapped his paws around Travis and brought him closer. Jared's head leaned back as his eyes shut tight. He moaned as Travis kissed and licked his neck. Jared was loving every second of it. Travis felt himself coming close and picked up the pace a little. "Not too fast!" cried Jared, and Travis slowed down. "Thank you, Travis." His bloody cream leaked from his cunt out on to the bed as he was fucked slowly. He then wrapped his legs around Travis' hips and pulled him in every time it came in.

Travis was grunting now. He was getting so close and so was Jared. Travis picked up the pace just a little more. In and out, in and out. Travis started to pound into Jared as he grunted harder and harder. The cream still leaked out as he rode his friend. Travis lifted his head up and grunted and brought his head back down to stare at the squirming and moaning bat. He groaned when his cunt would squeeze down on Travis. The bed seemed to be screeching, as the two just noticed, but they kept going. Travis sat a paw on either side of Jared so he could pound harder into him, and Jared braced himself by placing his paws on the head board as Travis started to slam harder into him.

Travis felt himself ready to let loose, so he started to really ram Jared hard, grunting harder and harder. Jared moaned louder and deeper with each deep thrust into him. Travis grunted hard and slammed harder as his balls pulled themselves up to meet his cock. One final thrust would send him over the deep end. He slammed in deep, his eyes shut tight, he grunted loud, his body tightened and he forced himself to come. He finally came hard and fast into Jared's waiting womb, and Jared felt the warm juice fill him to the brim, as some of the cum spilled out of Jared's cunt.

"Travis, I'm almost there," panted Jared, "just a few more thrusts, please?" Travis couldn't say no.

"Sure, I'll keep going," he panted, "just so you can cum." With that he started to slam him, very hard and very fast. Jared moaned loud and hard with each thrust. Travis hit the magic spot and Jared screamed.

"Travis!" he screamed. All of a sudden he came and squirted his love juice all over Travis' groin.

"Oh God," Travis panted as he looked down, "you're a squirter."

"I guess I am," panted Jared as his pussy quivered and dripped it's love juice, "and when I squirt, I squirt a lot."

"You sure do," panted Travis. Then he collapsed on top of Jared and gave him a passionate kiss. Jared broke it first to say something. Travis laid his head on Jared's left shoulder.

"Thanks, Travis, for making my first time great," whispered Jared. Travis just nodded his head on Jared's shoulder. "I was hoping my first time would be nice, slow, and passionate and you made all three possible. Thank you so much."

"You're very welcome, Jared," said Travis, "and it was very enjoyable for me, also." Then he had a thought. "Uh, Jared?" asked Travis hesitently.

"Yes, Travis?" asked Jared who was clouded in lust.

"Does this... um... make me gay?" asked Travis sheepishly.

"Well, technically yes and no," started Jared, "yes, because I'm a guy and you're a guy,and no because I have something a lot of men don't have."

"Well, that's true," said Travis, "but I do have one other thing to say to you."

"What's that, Travis," asked Jared. He wasn't prepared for what Travis was about to say. Travis wrapped his arms around Jared and pulled him up to look him in the eye.

"I love you, Jared," answered Travis. This caught Jared off guard, but he was kind of hoping he would say that. Travis laid him down again.

"I love you too, Travis," agreed Jared ashe unwrapped his legs around Travis. Travis brought his head down and kissed Jared long and hard. there was no tounges exchanged, but just a passionately long kiss. The two closed their eyes and Jared's heart seemed to melt at the touch of Travis' hot muzzle. Their arms wrapped around each other. That lasted for ten whole minutes, before Jared broke it. "So, you're not running away?" he asked.

"Never," said Travis with his eyes half shut. The two kissed again, but this one was shorter. The kiss ended in two minutes. Travis broke it and said grinning: "Goodnight, baby."

"Goodnight, Travis," said Jared and returned the grin. He felt a lot better now that Travis was going to stay with him, but he thought of what might happen tomorrow. He pushed that though aside as Travis yawned and turned them onto their sides. The two fell fast asleep, dreaming of each other while Travis was still deep within Jared.

The End, maybe.

Bill: There you have it. A little story of two guys who fall in love with each other.

*Darkside and Shadow can't say anything. Their muzzles hang open in a stuper*

Bill: If you furs enjoyed this story as much as I did making it, I'll continue it. Anyway, I noticed that yiffstar seems to have no cunnyboy stories. This place needs more cuntboy love and this story of mine might generate more cunnyboy stories. I hope to see more of this, but not just from me, but more from you, fellow furs. Well, gotta go. See you.

Darkside and Shadow:(dazed) Yeah, bye.