The Rough Trade
"I was in love with Bobby." the cape buffalo said, taking a long drag from the clove...
"I was in love with Bobby." the cape buffalo said, taking a long drag from the clove cigarette before ashing it off the edge of the steel fire escape. He then quickly turned to his therapist and explained; "Don't get me wrong. I'm not gay. I mean... I don't care about labels. I don't care if they're male, or female." He took a short puff and stared off towards the end of the alley, where the humans who owned the fish market were taking stock in through the side door. "This is a big city and a lot of people need studding."
The otter just nodded slowly, adjusting his glasses as he took notes. Evan was an old school therapist. A small spiral notebook and a mechanical pencil was all he needed for these sessions. Knowing his client's particular line of business, the mustelid didn't mind making a house call. "Your popularity and prowess aside, Tom, this sounds like more than a professional attachment. I mean, love? We've been at this for over a year, and I don't believe you've even mentioned loving anything. Not ice cream, baseball, your own mother. So what was special about Bobby?"
The question gave Tom pause. He stubbed out his cigarette and turned his gaze east, to the horizon. The city's skyline showed black against the blue and gold sunset, just a handful of skyscrapers quickly yielding to the harbor district's warehouses. If he strained, the buffalo could see the deep blue ocean. Like Bobby's eyes. "Everything."
Evan shook his head. "Not good enough. I need details. This is the first significant human connection you've ever talked about. And I don't just mean 'human' as a general term, I'm talking about an honest to goodness homo sapien." The otter circled a few notes on his pad. "So what are we talking about here Tommy? What made this unremarkable guy special to you?"
The answer came quick. Tom leveled his brown-eyed gaze upon Evan, flicking the cigarette butt into the alley below. "He wasn't unremarkable. He was the most remarkable man I've ever met. What do you know, anyway?"
The therapist laughed softly, leaning against the fire escape's railing. "Nothing! So tell me."
The bovine heaved a deep sigh. "Yeah. Yeah OK..."
About eight months earlier, a muscular, black coated cape buffalo was leaning up against a street lamp. He was bare chested, wearing tight bluejeans and his lucky cologne. Back then he was still smoking the real thing, and one hung from his lips on that fateful night. At least until he felt the impact of another body against his, jarring the cancer stick out of his maw. He glanced to his left, preparing to be annoyed.
What he saw was a smiling, clearly inebriated young human, with his arms wrapped around the bovine's toned chest. "Oops!" the lad said, and playfully 'dusted' off Tom's chest fur. "Sorry about that. Its my birthday!" The redhead's smile nearly melted the buffalo. He mumbled something disarming, but Tommy couldn't look away. At 6'2, five inches taller than the somewhat twinky looking human, he had to look down on the very-early-twenty's homo sapien. The flickering lamplight illuminated those rosey cheeks, sea blue eye, and pink lips that were suddenly pouting up at him. "Well, aren't you going to wish me a happy birthday?!"
The cape buffalo snapped out of his funk. 'Come on Tommy, you're a fucking professional.' he thought to himself. Time to convert this chance encounter into dollar signs. "Well, happy birthday little guy. Did you need someone to help you... celebrate?" It sounded cheesy, but that pause really did sell the product. Just a little hint of stereotype helped ease the client into negotiations.
The human blushed a nice deep pink. He tightened his grip on the bovine. "W-well, now that you mention it. My friends, I just left them at the bar over there... s-so they know where I am!" he added hurriedly, like he'd been coached to say that, just in case. "Um, anyway, they thought someone... someone like you would be a g-good gift."
Inside, the professional smirked. It was like something out of a bad porno flick. But outside, the cape buffalo was nodding slowly, his eyes slightly narrowed. The big bovine murmured, "I _am_ a good gift. Something that you can unwrap slowly. Even after you see what's inside, you won't quite believe it." He leaned down, thin lips so close to the client's ear that he was almost nipping the human as he added, "But if you unwrap it, you have to take every inch, boy." Not that Tommy really meant that last part, but he did really enjoy watching a client beg to suck him off instead, once they saw the 'gift' in question.
Then a look came over the little twink. He suddenly seemed much older, much more shrewd. "Let's talk money. I'm thinking $100."
Tom was taken aback by the sudden shift to sober-and-shrewd by the twinky looking boy. 100 was in the ballpark, but still below market. "$175 and a late dinner afterwards." His brain screamed at him, 'What are you thinking?! Dinner? Fuck him and give him a pat on the ass on his way OUT the door!' But the bovine wasn't thinking with his brain at that point.
"$140... I'm your last client for the night, and I make you breakfast in the morning."
"Done."
'What did I just agree to?' the buffalo wondered. He broke about five of his self-imposed rules in the space of 30 seconds. Now he had a tipsy human on his hands, who probably had all sorts of expectations... a human who somehow got him at a discount price. A human who had somehow managed to squeeze a hand into his jeans and was rubbing his...
"Let's go." Tom grunted, easily scooping up his client. The elevator wasn't the only thing going up on the way to cape buffalo's apartment. "What's your name anyway?"
"Bobby. What's your name stud?"
"Tommy."
"Oh Tommy! T-t-tommy! Unnngggh!"
The bovine laid back on the bed, watching his favorite twink slowly sit, and spread those boyish rumpcheeks around his ten and a half inch spire. As the cape buffalo moaned, he thought back to the first two times that he had been hired by Bobby. There were tears when the boy first saw what he had agreed to take, and after a lot of drunken begging, Tom showed mercy and accepted a couple of blowjobs... and breakfast of course! The next night, the human was determined, and after 20 minutes of whimpering and screaming, he managed to take the buffalo right to the hilt.
That prepared them both for tonight. And Bobby was following orders like a good boy. The human's raging six inches was pasted firmly against his belly, drooling precum down his treasure trail. The buffalo's horns clacked against the headboard as he threw his head back and groaned loudly. His black cockhead popped into the lad's lewdly spread asshole. His lover cried, "Y-yes Tommy! It's in." The human slowly sank down that thick shaft, bouncing a little bit to help the bovine's rod find a home deep in his bowels.
Tom reached down and gripped those slim hips firmly. He bellowed as his black furred hips hunched off of the mattress, pushing the last three inches into his lover. Bobby's squeak was almost ear shattering. But that didn't stop him from bouncing in the big bovine's lap! Sex between the two of them was awkwardly beautiful. Tommy couldn't take the human like he might a bigger, tougher fur... he would injure the boy something fierce! Instead the cape buffalo hugged the human's ankles, tenderly licking those flexing toes. This drove Bobby wild, and he would wriggle and bounce up and down on Tom's spire while milking the root of his shaft with that incredibly tight little sphincter.
The homo sapien was getting close. He begged, "M-may I s-sir?" Graciously the black fur grunted and nodded. The lad moaned his relief. He jerked his angry red shaft a couple of times and cried out. Tommy thought it was cute that his lover had such a quick trigger. He snarled a little and nibbled on the human's clenched toes. It would take the buffalo another ten minutes of grinding and gentle hunching before his balls started to draw up against his well muscled thighs.
The cape buffalo told his lover, "I'm going to cum boy." And the blushing human knew his role, from the no-nonsense training that he had received last time. He clenched his sphincter as tightly as he could and bounced eagerly up and down on that big dick. Bobby stammered, "P-please seed your c-cow, sir!" That was more than enough for the bovine. He mooed loudly and hosed the lad's bowels down, shaft throbbing lewdly inside of his client.
It took a few minutes for the buffalo to come down from his peak. In that time, Bobby rotated 180 degrees around the shaft that impaled him. He fell asleep on his lover's chest, leaving Tom to pant, and ponder. He stroked the red hair of his client, watching the moonlight show through his apartment window and glisten off of the boy's sweaty body. Tommy went over the facts in his head:
A) He took the same deal every time. The cape buffalo agreed to the whole package not once, not twice, but three times now. The sex, staying the night, spooning, breakfast.
B) Bobby had his personal number. The bovine NEVER gave out his personal number! Clients knew that if they wanted him, they could find the buffalo on his corner. And yet there he was, listed in the human's cell phone as 'STUD!'
C) He thought about the human even when he wasn't around. At the corner store. Buying fish at the market. Fucking other clients. Tommy couldn't get that cute giggle and wriggling rump out of his head.
The buffalo groaned and hugged the sleeping lad to his chest. "I love him." Tom said to himself, as the city sounds sang to him through the open window.
"Wait, wait. This was MONTHS ago. You didn't think that falling in love with one of your John's was worth mentioning to your shrink?"
The cape buffalo snorted at the otter. "What are you, my mother?"
Evan took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his muzzle. "I know you only see me twice a month, Thomas..."
"Don't call me Thomas! Damn, you SOUND like my mother."
"...Tom. But you're normally quite serious about the process. You should know that this is a major development. Why on earth would you hide this from me?"
The bovine threw his arms up in the air. "It's embarrassing! It's fucking unprofessional! I fell for a... listen. He's a scrawny kids, he weighs a buck forty soaking wet. And I'd... I'd do anything. Anything he asked me to do!"
The otter looked at his patient in silence for a few long moments. "Wow. So what happened? Where did it all go wrong?"
Suddenly, Tommy started laughing. He smirks a little bit and admitted, "I stopped charging him."
Bobby called from the kitchen, "Baby, I'm using the last of the milk!" The human quickly poured himself a bowl of corn flakes.
Tom called back, from the shower, "I got more milk for you right here, little slut!"
The human rolled his eyes. He quickly munched on his breakfast. Remembering something, the little guy shouted, "Oh babe, I'll drop off an envelope tonight, I need to hit an ATM!"
The bovine clip-clopped out of the bathroom, rubbing his fur down with a big fluffy towel. He laughed a little bit, weaving his way through the studio to say words that he never thought he'd say: "Naw, don't worry about it."
Bobby blinked, dropping his spoon into the bowl. "W-what did you say?"
Tommy stood on the kitchen tile, dripping slowly. He was thinking, 'What did I say?!' But he said it again, "Don't worry about it. I... we're done with that." He went to the fridge to pour himself a glass of orange juice.
The human blushed, harder than he would after a good spanking. He sputters, "I-I can afford it dear, I j-just haven't... I didn't stop at the bank, and..."
The bovine sounded calm, even to himself. "I don't doubt it." he said, enjoying the scent of his lover's deodorant, and the sight of the human in his cute black suit. He shrugged and set the glass down, so that he could take the towel from his shoulders and dry his thighs and balls. "But I'm doing really well and I think it's time that I stopped taking you for granted."
The smile that split Bobby's face was brighter than the morning sun. "I... OK. OK." He was almost floating as he hopped off of the three legged stool. "I need to get to work, dear." He stood up on tiptoes and kissed the bovine on the chin. What he got in return was a swift slap on the rump and a "Go get 'em tiger."
Tommy chuckled. He watched his lover scoot off to work and close the door behind him. The cape buffalo cleaned up the kitchen and tossed his towel into the hamper. Out of curiosity, the bovine decided to do a quick internet search on Bobby. After all, he was taking a big step with the human, and he figured that he should know something about...
"Chief technical officer Robert Carpenter. Holy shit."
The otter cleared his throat. "Wait, wait. You dumped him because you found out that Bobby was a highly successful, wildly popular geek who could buy and sell you a thousand times over?"
The bovine groaned a little. "No, this was a couple months ago. I didn't even tell him that I did a search on him. Things were actually fantastic until last week."
The psychiatrist snorted, making a few more notes as a faint breeze sang through the metal bars of the fire escape. "Yes, of course, because repressing your feelings and hiding how much you know about the person you love is _always_ the best route towards a happy relationship." The otter sighed. "Fine, what happened last week?"
Tommy remained silent for a few seconds, "Our hour is up, isn't it?"
Evan smirked and came back with a zinger, "Yeah but, I don't need your money. Don't worry about it."
Tom stared daggers at him. "Fine."
The cape buffalo's body was arched over his human, his powerful shaft throbbing wildly as it poised at the entry to Bobby's backdoor. The eager little slut was already moaning, little drops of precum dripping to the bedspread. Tommy murmured tenderly into his lover's ear, "Are you sure about this?"
The lad groaned and pressed his well-spread rump back at the bovine, squashing the slick mushroom of an ebony dickhead against his eager asshole. "W-we used like a _gallon_ of lube or something, sweetie. I've had months t-to get used to you. If you can't fuck me properly now, w-we need to market my amazing snap-back sphincter."
The buffalo snorted and shook his head. His hips shaking from the fine control that he was demanding from them, the bovine tenderly started to ease his cockhead against his human's little pucker. It was five groaning, whimpering minutes for both of them as first the head, and then ten more inches of thick maleness disappeared into Bobby's twitching sphincter.
The human shivered, feeling that loving stretch once again. But this time, his lover started to slide in and out of the homo sapien of his own accord. Bobby's eyes shot wide open and he nearly passed out, as the full weight and girth of that bovine cock rolled over his tender prostate. For once, he wasn't in control of the pressure, or angle, or pace. He was at the tender mercies of a horny buffalo.
Tom wrapped his arms firmly around his human's ribcage. He couldn't help himself, and as gentle as he wanted to be, the thrusting started. In earnest. The cape buffalo's ballsac started to swing like a pendulum, tapping his boy's balls every time the hunching bovine bottomed out. The bed started to creak, but that didn't mask the grunts coming from Tommy, or the high pitched whimpering from Bobby as his insides were rearranged by that swiftly pistoning shaft that so lewdly spread his rumpcheeks.
The two continued to mate like animals for a few long minutes. The sliding got easier, faster by the moment. The buildup and raw passion meant that neither would last very long. Bobby's ear got a sudden blunt nip that made him yelp, and some words that made him blush prettily: "Say it, boy."
The human stammered, "P-please sir, f-fill your cow with cum."
And Tom did. His sliding shaft twitched and sprayed inside of his lover's squeezing sphincter. Only after a mooing, groaning, twitching minute did the cape buffalo slide his digits down the boy's belly and grip Bobby's needy shaft. His 'cow' blew his load all over the bedsheets after just two gentle strokes. It was the most intense session of lovemaking in both of their lives; and after rolling onto their sides, they spooned up and fell asleep together.
The next morning started off the same as most. The buffalo slept in, teasingly naked as he rolled around in bed. The human showered quickly, and started to make breakfast. Today he had time for a proper one. Scrambled eggs with ham and cheese, toast, and tea. After finishing his portion, and allowing Tommy to sleep as long as possible, he went over to gently shake his bovine lover awake. "Dear, I made eggs, c'mon."
And then, the words just slipped out: "Oh, I love you more than anything."
Bobby stared at him, in his well cut black suit, mouth hanging open in shock. "W-what?"
Still waking up, with the kind of honesty that drowsiness brings, Tommy murmured, "I love you, Bobby." He sat up with a yawn, and then froze in place. His mind replayed the words over and over again, and the image of the pale and shocked human were quickly burned into his brain.
The lad swallowed and said softly, "O-oh. Yeah, I have to... I need to get to work. Enjoy breakfast, OK?"
Tom watched in silence as Bobby headed off to work. After the door closed, the bovine groaned loudly and pounded his fists against the headboard. "Stupid, stupid idiot!" he cursed himself. He followed the fists up with a headbutt, horns clattering loudly against the polished wood, leaving deep dents in the headboard. The cape buffalo took the night off from work. and the next. And the rest of the week, never hearing a word from his favorite person in the entire world.
"...and I know that I blew it. We haven't has this sort of silence for days on end since the first month. I fucked up. I seriously fucked up."
Evan frowned a bit. "So I'm going to ask the question that burns most brightly in my mind. Why haven't you called him?"
Tommy looked at Evan like he was stupid. "Because I blew it! I'm giving him time to cool off and..." the big male trailed off. Tears started rolling from his eyes and down his black furred muzzle.
The otter made a note and waited for a few moments, as the cape buffalo's shoulders shook. When Tom had calmed down a bit, Evan asked him, "In your adult life, have you ever cried over another person?"
"N-no."
Evan broke into a broad grin. "Tom. You clearly care very deeply about this person. Despite the complications of your profession, and full knowledge of your profession, this person has virtually cohabitated with you for months. You need to give yourself, and him, the benefit of the doubt!"
The bovine blinked the tears from his eyes. "How? W-what do i do?"
"Call him!"
"Yeah?"
"Yes. Our time is up."
The sounds of dialing were followed by some clicks, and an odd sounding ring. A rather tired voice answered, "Hello?"
"Hi, Bobby? It's..."
"TOMMY! Oh god, Tommy I've missed you! You got my E-mails?"
"E-mails? No I... I haven't checked them this week yet. Bobby, I just wanted to say..."
"Tom, babe, I had to take an overseas business trip, a last minute thing. Getting dragged into a meeting. Check your E-mail!"
"Huh? Bobby, sweetie, I'm sorry."
"What?! Hey I gotta go. E-mail! Check it!"
And the line went dead.
Confused, the cape buffalo logged on to his E-mail account. He drummed his fingers as the page loaded up. Then the summary appeared:
-- You have 18 new messages --
-click-
* From: Robert Carpenter
* Subject: Sudden trip!
* Baby, I need to fly out and deal with a merger of one of our big technology suppliers. I've forwarded my personal phone to the company mobile, but I forgot to transfer your number over! Call me! -- Robby
-click-
* From: Robert Carpenter
* Subject: <3
* Sweetie, you haven't called. Listen, I'm sorry I didn't say it, I was a little taken aback. I wanted to say it and not just type it. But I love you too! Call me!
The bovine's heart soared. He slammed his fist on the computer desk and grinned like an idiot. Numbly, the cape buffalo read the next message.
-click-
* From: Robert Carpenter
* Subject: Baby
* I hope you get this soon! I love you. Call me.
-click-
* I love you.
-click-
* I love you!
-click-
* I LOVE YOU!
Tommy wept openly, teeth showing brightly. He clicked again. The subject of this message was 'One from the road'. It only had an attachment, which the buffalo clicked since it was from the love of his life. His eyes opened wide upon seeing his human sweetheart in a dimly lit hotel room. He was blushing deeply, naked as a jaybird and hard as a rock as he faced the webcam. On the desk in front of Bobby was an unused candlestick and a bottle of lube. The buffalo unbuttoned his jeans and grabbed a dirty towel from the hamper. It was about to get much, much dirtier.