Jeff and Peter
This is my first yiffy story...well, the first one that I've finished. Please be forewarned that there is adult matter of a homoerotic nature...and -gasp- romance! Oh, horror of horrors: two male furs in love with each other! Run away!...or, better yet: read on!
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"Jeff and Peter"
Tym
5-2004
It was going to be another blazing-hot day...which was not surprising, seeing as it was the height of summer. Of course, that knowledge did nothing to cool off the town's inhabitants, one fox especially. He could hardly contain himself, he was so excited: his boyfriend was coming home! He had been gone since the beginning of summer, visiting family. He also had to come out to his parents, let them know about Jeff, reassure them that he was indeed still Peter. For the most part, they had taken it well: his father shut himself in the garage for a while, but his mother said that she wasn't really all that surprised. That, however, was two weeks ago. Now, Peter was on the long drive back to Jeff's house, and Jeff was frantically trying to make sure everything was perfect.
He had set the table with candles and china; he had started a fine meal cooking, Peter's favorite: mushroom quiche, filet mignon, and a great heaping salad. He ran his paws over his ears, smoothing them nervously as he scanned their small house: the sheets were clean, the bed turned down, he had showered, brushed his teeth and fur, put on his collar, and yet he still felt like he had forgotten something. He stood there, in the kitchen, twisting his fluffy tail in his paws.
But, before he could think of anything more, he heard the key in the lock: Peter was home! Jeff spun around in the kitchen, desperately trying to find the perfect place and manner with which to welcome his boyfriend back home. He heard Peter's hoofsteps on the tile of the entryway and got an idea. Slowly, he sneaked around the corner...and pounced on the tall equine's chest, latching on, squeezing tight. Although he was surprised, Peter was rather used to his love's quirks. Peter wrapped his arms around Jeff, causing the latter to let out a satisfied "Yiff."
Peter nickered and said: "Yiff later, okay? Right now I could really use some of your marvelous cooking. But first..." And, with that, he pulled Jeff into a deep long kiss. Jeff felt like he was melting into Peter's arms: he had been looking waiting for this for a little over a month, and here he was, a little fox, being held once again in the arms of a big strong horse who loved him. He wished he could stay here forever, but --all too soon, it seemed-- Peter pulled away. "Whaddaya say I slip into something more comfortable?"
Jeff could only nod, still savoring the taste of his love's mouth, still feeling Peter's lips, big teeth, and strong tongue against his.
"You're blissing out again," commented Peter, noting his very naked --and very erect-- boyfriend. He set him on the ground and proceeded to strip. Jeff's foxy ears heard the rustle of buttons being undone and snapped him out of his reverie. He sat there, practically drooling, watching the mountain of horseflesh revealing itself in front of him. Granted, Peter was a little portly, but Jeff loved him all the more for it.
"You look like you could use a good currying," said Jeff, as Peter's pants dropped to the floor.
"Yeah, that's what I get for sitting on the bus for 17 hours. Maybe after dinner?"
"I suppose so," Jeff said coyly. "Here I think this would be proper dinner attire, don't you?" He proffered the tack and harness which he had taken from the hook on the wall, next to where his own collar and leash were kept.
"I think it'll go nicely with what you're wearing."
And so dinner progressed, they talked about Peter's trip, and Jeff's wait, with thinly veiled innuendos throughout, not to mention playing footsies and such under the table.
Afterwards, they washed the dishes, laughing and splashing each other with the warm, sudsy water.
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Finally they made their way out to the living room. Peter got down on all fours, raised his tail, and whinnied, tossing his mane. Jeff got the brushes from their box on the coffee table, approaching his studly stallion on his knees. "Easy, boy," he said, patting Peter's nose and grinning. "It's just me. I'll have to take off your harness...there's a good boy, hold still." It was all they could do to keep from giggling at their role-playing.
Jeff proceeded to brush out the tangles, making Peter's coat shine. When he lay down to do Peter's belly fur, he noticed his pony's proud horsehood hanging there. He pretended to ignore it, avoiding it as he brushed. Peter snorted.
Jeff grinned, "What boy, do you need something? That's a little selfish, don't you think? I mean, look at me: my fur is all matted and tangled," which they both knew it wasn't. "Come on, it's my turn now." He crawled out from under Peter, giving him an appreciative pat on his hindquarters. Then he lay down on the floor beside him, belly up, paws at his chin, and said: "Merf?"
Peter switched roles easily, having had much practice over the year-and-a-half that they had been together. "Oh, aren't you a good boy," he said, roughing up Jeff's belly fur, skritching him all over. Jeff squirmed in glee, panting, with an occasional "yip" thrown in for good measure. This was what they both had been looking forward to from the first day that Peter left on his trip. Well, this and what was to follow.
"Ok, ok boy. Calm down, let me brush you out," said Peter. "Here, get up, boy." Still panting, Jeff got on all fours, wagging his poofy red tail a bit, dusting Peter's nose. Peter sneezed, grabbing the fox's tail. "Hold still, boy," he admonished gently; Jeff froze. "Good boy," Peter murmured, petting his 'puppy' and beginning to brush him.
Giving him a final pat, Peter stood up, putting his harness back on. "Well, now that we're all nice and pretty," he said as Jeff rose to stand beside him, "let's get messy, eh?"
"Yes, Sir!" Jeff replied jokingly. "Now, it seems as though I owe you something...?" He eyed his boyfriend up and down, starting to salivate, feeling his knot swell in his sheath. "I could use a drink; what's on tap?"
"The house special. Would you care for a taste? Or perhaps you would like to drink straight from the tap?"
"Yes, I think that would be best..." Jeff knelt down in front of Peter, burying his face in the horse's crotch, hugging his legs, murring. Peter whinnied softly, once again thanking God that they had found each other. Jeff slowly began to run his paws over the backs of Peter's legs, now kneading his hindquarters, now gripping his fetlocks; he also began to lick. Over, under, around: he slowly, torturously, agonizingly cleaned every square inch.
By now, of course, both of them were completely hard, and Peter's member stood proudly a full foot from it's owner's hips. Jeff knew that he still wasn't ready to take it all, especially having gone a month without 'practicing.' This, however, was not a problem. He ran his tongue the whole length, only neglecting the head, then he bit down gently and gave it a few soft gnaws. He felt Peter's hand grip his head, hoofed fingers squeezing his ears: this, he knew, meant that it was time to move on.
Now he could focus on the flat throbbing head, having sufficiently worked up the rest of Peter's cock. After finally giving it the lick-job it deserved, he opened his muzzle wide and wrapped his lips around it, being careful not to bite. And he started to suck, moving his tongue over the slit, as though marking time. Peter's eyes had been closed in ecstasy for some time now, and his hand hadn't left Jeff's fuzzy head. Now he began to skritch in time with Jeff's ministrations. This only heightened Jeff's efforts, which in turn brought Peter closer to climax. And so the vicious circle continued until, breathing heavily, Peter stopped skritching and squeezed. He threw back his head and whinnied as he shot into Jeff's mouth.
Jeff, warned by the grip on his head, had taken a deep breath and was ready for it when it came. He swallowed as much as he could, and then pulled off, letting Peter spray him in the face, ropy streams running down as Peter jerked. Soon, the flood was reduced to a stream, the stream to a trickle, the trickle to a few drops which Jeff eagerly licked up. He gave it a parting kiss, and then stood up to kiss its owner. Hard. It was all Peter could do to keep from dropping right there. "You'd been saving that up for a while, haven't you?" asked Jeff.
Peter could only nod. Jeff saw how tired he was and helped him to kneel down. "Find your center," he said, "while I clean you up." Peter sat back on his hoofs, hands resting -palm up- on his knees, eyes closed, breathing slowing, as Jeff busied himself with towel and tongue. Once everything was as it should be, he sat down in front of his true love, not wanting to disturb him...until Peter started to snore. Jeff took his hands in his own, waking the sleepy horse-morph. "I said 'find your center', not 'go to sleep,'" he said gently. "I take it you want to go to bed?" Peter nodded, groggily. "Alright, then. Here, stand up."
And so they walked into the bedroom. Both of them could only think about how happy they were together. Jeff laid Peter down on his side of the bed, pulling up the covers, then he walked around to the other side and got in himself. In no time whatsoever, the two lovers had wrapped themselves in each other's arms. And as they drifted off to sleep, each gazed into the eyes of the other. "I love you," murmured Peter as his eyes closed.
"I love you too," Jeff added softly, giving Peter's nose a soft lick before nuzzling into his neck to fall asleep.
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Well? What did you think? My first finished yiff! Thanks must go to Whyte Yoté for his inspiration and love, and to all my many English teachers, who finally beat into my head a love of writing. Huzzah and valete!
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Many thanks, you horny people you.
PS: I'm /very/ thankful to my boyfriend, Whyte Yoté, who spent hours (well...at least two) editing this story for me. Thanks, love. [Shameless Plug #2] go see his stuff!
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