The Brown Band
Hey guys, this will be my first story posted on this website. I am certainly not the best writer, but I did have fun writing it and I hope you have fun reading it as well. So feel free to leave any comments or constructive criticism. Thanks :)
The Brown Band
He wrapped his arms around me and, with both eyes closed, rested his head on my shoulder. Only a thin sheet covered the ground between us as we lied naked beneath the blankets. I reached out with my left arm - my right was occupied holding him - and found a fist full of grass. Looking over, a large brown feather resting on the top of our piled clothes caught my eye. I reached out for it, catching the quill in-between two of my fingers. I placed the feather in his fur as I brushed it over the top of his ear. it had been pulled from that same spot only a few hours before. It felt natural, the way the feather blended with the brown of his fur, almost as if it belonged there.
I got lost in the feathers brown bands. The bird it belonged to must have been as beautiful. I bent over to pick it up. "We're still planning on going tonight, aren't we?" I heard from behind me. "Of course" I nodded in agreement. He looked at me and smiled. he and I had been planning this trip for some weeks now and I was beginning to look forward to it. I kissed him on the cheek, and, with the feather still in hand, ran my fingers through his fur.
It wasn't long until we found ourselves lost in the trees. Our tent was set up on a flat spot on the ground not too far away. We were glad to finally be in the mountains. The green filtered light found its way through the tops of the tree's, and a slight breeze rustled our fur. We had been planning this trip for a while, and I was glad to finally be spending some time alone with him. By the time the sun had set our camp was set up and the fire was roaring. He sat on my lap and I rested my chin on his shoulder as we both stared at the flames. They were warm and bright and the smell of smoke and pine filled the air. I kissed him again on the cheek and wrapped my arms around his waist. We were cozy, and nothing in the world could make me wish I were anywhere but here.
After some time the fire began to die down. Putting up the tent seemed like a waste of time now that we were both comfortable out by the coals. We laid a sheet on the grass along with several pillows and blankets. Our clothes became piled beside us as we snuck under the covers for warmth. We made love for the first time that night.
He lied there submissively , waiting for my touch. We started with a kiss, and before long I was helping him out of his underwear - the only piece of clothing he had left. His cock bounced as I slid his underwear past his waist and his tail was wagging with excitement. He bit his lower lip in anticipation. I continued to kneel there, paralyzed with admiration of his form. He was perfect with his toned muscular body, and his fur felt soft as I ran it through my fingers. I kissed him once more and, after taking off my own underwear, straddled him between my legs and thrust myself inside him. My breathing got heavier with every thrust as he moaned with pleasure. Every kiss, every touch, every whimper sent waves of ecstasy throughout my body. I felt myself go deeper and deeper, until the feeling became too powerful. I let out a roar and came inside him. I watched him pant beneath me as his breathing got heavier too. He was exhausted and had cum trickling out from his tail hole and onto his thigh, in addition to his own cum which covered his chest.
"I love you" he whispered in my ear with one last sigh of pleasure. yawning, he wrapped his arms around me and, with both eyes closed, rested his head on my shoulder. I reached out with my left arm - my right was occupied holding him - and found a fist full of grass. Looking over, a large brown feather resting on the top of our piled clothes caught my eye. I reached out for it, catching the quill in-between two of my fingers. I placed the feather in his fur as I brushed it over the top of his ear. It felt natural, the way the feather blended with the brown of his fur, almost as if it belonged there. "Good night, my love." I whispered. And just like that, we were both sound asleep.
I woke up the next morning. I woke up alone. The sun shone brightly through the fabric of my tent. The camp was barren, with the exception of some camping equipment haphazardly thrown about the place. I walked over to the fire pit and put my hand over the blasted log. It was cold and when I pulled away my hand was covered in soot. I wiped the grime on my pants, returned to my tent, and began to pack. I took the single sleeping bad from its place on the floor and rolled it up. The steaks and poles were next, and finally the fabric itself.
Once I had finished packing I decided a walk might do me good. As I walked I noticed that the tree's were a dull color and the air was still. Nothing had seemed quite as beautiful as it did the day before. After some hours of walking I decided to take a rest. I placed my pack on a pile of leaves and pinecones and sat down, propping myself up against the stump of a tree. I took a deep breath - a sigh of relief or a groan of exhaustion; I wasn't sure witch. I let my body go limp and my hand brushed against a pile of dry leaves and something... something tickled. I looked to my side and a brown feather caught my eye. It must have been an eagle's, and the bird it belonged to must have been as beautiful. I twirled its quill between my fingers, admiring It's brown bands and white striations. Something about it felt special , like some long forgotten cozy feeling. The wind picked up and a sudden breeze stole the feather from my grasp. I started to lunge for it, as if to catch it, but instead I sat there motionless as it was swept off into the air. A feeling of sadness and disappointment washed over me, which I couldn't quite explain. "oh well." I thought "I suppose it was never mine to begin with." I picked up my pack, and, with one final sigh, began my solemn walk home.