Let Someone In - Part 1
Shaun sat on the couch, staring at the television without really seeing it. He was a nineteen-year-old white fox, with a thin, feminine frame he tirelessly worked to maintain. His almost unnaturally-cute and enticing body got the attention of the strong, rough males he preferred, and his skimpy, flamboyant clothes made sure they knew he wanted what they had to give. Tonight, he was dressed in tight, high-cut denim jeans and a tight pink t-shirt he'd found in the woman's section, casual fare for him.
The temperature in the room was just perfect, he had a cold drink in paw, and he was wonderfully stoned, but present company had him... uncomfortable. His discomfort showed, in fact, in the front of his denim shorts, prominently enough so that he put a pillow over it, embarrassed.
Three cushions to his right sat his roommate, Alfred (though, due to his head hair's bushy, tangled state and his fur matching the shade of brown just so, he was known to some, affectionately, as "Alf"). Unlike the amusing alien jerk from television, however, the Alf sitting across from Shaun was not short, tubby or annoying. He was a lean frame of understated, half-toned muscle which, when tensed, turned to flexible bands of steel under his thick brown fur, not the physique one tends to expect from a mutt who was such a complex, tangled mix of breeds as to be unidentifiable. Shaun had an unrestricted view of all of this, as his roommate had removed his t-shirt almost as soon as the joint was lit. The fox's modest cock was throbbing along with his heightened pulse.
Alf happily watched the television through bleary, half-lidded eyes. He puffed on the remaining half of the joint they'd rolled and fired up some irrelevant amount of time ago, taking deep hits and holding them. Expert in this area, not one slight cough emerged from Alf's strong, lean frame, only a long, smoky sigh which added to the room's already-growing haze.
Shaun couldn't help the slight rush he felt in his chest (and his painfully-restricted groin) as Alf extended the jay to him, couldn't control the urge to trace the lines of his muscles quickly with his eyes.
If he were a bold fox (as opposed to a feminine, codependent bitch-boy), Shaun would have reached past the proffered reefer and caressed those hard lines, getting a good feel for them, before taking the glowing wrap and filling his lungs until his head swam. Being, as he sadly had to admit to himself, a feminine, codependent bitch-boy, Shaun instead timidly took the joint, being careful not to touch his roommate's paw at all. He did, however, fill his lungs with heady, fragrant smoke until his head swam, but the hot gas entered too quickly, and he began to desperately sputter and cough. With the last of his coordinated strength, he put his half-finished drink safely on the table, before the convulsive coughs took over.
Coming out of his apparent stupor, Alf's slightly-imposing 6'2 rose quickly, rushing to Shaun's side. He gently took the joint and put it on the edge of the ashtray, while simultaneously wrapping his other arm around the fox's slight shoulders. The burning roach placed safely, Alf turned his attention to comforting Shaun, rubbing his back and trying to help him calm down and breath.
The effort was wholly unexpected, but neither was it at all unappreciated. Suddenly, Shaun found himself in the arms of this previously unapproachable, nearly aloof male. He counted himself very wise for agreeing to smoke herb with his roommate.
As his breathing calmed and regulated, Shaun told Alf he was okay.
In a quick, uncharacteristically-bold motion of his own, Shaun switched around in Alf's arms, so that just like that he was laying in the older male's lap, one strong paw supporting his head, the other resting on his bare knee. He looked his roommate confidently in the eye, adopting a sly smirk.
"Thank you," he said, warmly.
Alf stared in shocked silence for a moment, before catching up with the action, his gears turning a little more slowly, thanks to the ganja. When he did, he returned a cryptic smile of his own. It gave Shaun pause, for a second; that smile was full of unspoken intent, plans and interests.
"Well, you're friendly all of a sudden," Alf said, smiling down.
"I can't help it," Shaun returned, giggling gleefully. "You got me stoned and took your shirt off."
Alf's eyebrows raised at that.
"Oh," he said. "So you've got a little problem you think I could help you with, is that it?"
"Mm hm," Shaun said in a cute little voice, looking deeply into the older male's eyes. He'd never noticed their deep, stunning emerald color, before.
Alf ran the fingers of the paw not supporting his younger roommate's head down Shaun's chest, starting at the collarbone and teasingly walking their way down to his waistline and beyond.
"Is it down here?" Alf asked softly, firmly cupping Shaun's small package through his shorts.
Shaun let go a surprised gasp, which petered out into a moan as Alf began to squeeze and massage it.
"Tell me if you want to keep going," Alf asked suddenly, stopping.
"Keep going," Shaun sighed, desperately. "Please," he added for effect.
Alf smiled. Slowly, he undid the button of Shaun's tight denim shorts, and zipped the fly down with a slow, long note that hung in the air between them, mixing with the younger male's hot, rising breath. Pulling the shorts down to the boy's knees, Alf looked down and admired Shaun's now-exposed pink, frilly panties, out of the center of which the head of his small erection pressed.
"Real panties," the older man commented. "Sexy."
Shaun giggled adorably, blushing.
Alf gently slid the tips of his index fingers under the elastic band of the panties. Slowly, he lifted it, pulling the soft fabric to reveal Shaun's four-and-a-half-inch cock and his little balls, which had been carefully shaven smooth. The short length was fully erect, the knot already starting to form.
"Beautiful," Alf commented, his eyes hungry.
Before the boy could reply, Alf began to gently grip the throbbing, small length, rubbing it slowly but evenly. Shaun moaned involuntarily, his eyes closing briefly in the intensity of the sensation.
Alf continued his efforts, keeping an even tempo, though he kept subtly increasing it, building slowly but interminably.
Shaun lost all control of himself, moaning like a whore, losing himself utterly in the pleasure. Alf kept using a steady pumping motion with his fist wrapped around the boy's delicate, already pre-soaked head, building until he was rapidly jacking him off, causing him to pant, moan and hold the cushions with talon-liked grips. Within no time, he was right at the edge, tensing his stomach so as not to ruin it by blowing too soon.
"Ooh...," he sighed. "I'm close." Alf stopped, abruptly, eliciting a little surprised squeak from Shaun's throat.
"Not so fast, there, champ," he said. "You've got to do something for me, first. Get up and get on your knees."
Shaun obeyed swiftly, trying to ignore the awful pangs of being cut off so close to the edge.
"First, take your clothes off," Alf commanded.
"Okay," Shaun said, nervous, excited.
He stripped completely naked, and then waited obediently on his knees, knowing what was coming next. His bushy, black-tipped tail swung back and forth behind him, betraying his excitement.
Alf opened the front of his own pants, letting loose his thick, eight-inch length. Shaun's eyes locked on it, his mouth starting to water.
"Come over here and suck it," Alf commanded, confidently.
Shaun walked over on his knees, and allowed Alf's paw on the back of his head to guide him to the head of his large cock. He took a deep breath through his nose, savoring the musky scent. Finally, he opened wide and wrapped his lips around the edge. The paw guided him downwards, his muzzle filling quickly.
Alf held him there for a moment, and let him off. He looked down at the boy, clearly his throat to get his attention.
"Jack it off, but don't be afraid to use your tongue," he advised, before leaning back and getting comfortable.
Shaun did as he was told, diligently masturbating his roommate's cock, throwing in a long, loving lick to the slit at the top every few strokes for effect.
Before too long, Alf was nearing his climax.
"Keep your mouth open wide above it," he warned. "And make sure you swallow all of it."
Shaun wordlessly obeyed, growing excited. Giving head had always been fun for him, testament to his submissive and pleasing nature.
In short order, Alf spurted, filling Shaun's waiting mouth before it was done. The last of it went on the boy's pretty, feminine face. He rolled it around on his tongue, tasting it. It was intoxicating, nutty and salty. Satisfied, he swallowed it all, and licked his senior's cock clean.
"Good boy," Alf praised, petting the naked boy on the head. "Your turn now."
Before the boy knew it, Alf whipped him up off the floor with his long, powerful arms, laying his nude form across his lap. His reaching paw over the small table to the couch's right found a pair of shining, steel handcuffs. Shaun shot up a bewildered look.
"Only if you want to," Alf said, comfortingly.
Shaun stopped to think for a moment, weighing the options. His raging desire for sex of any kind won out.
"I think I do," he replied, confidently.
Alf smiled, and quickly cuffed his slender wrists behind the outward-hooking swirl ornament rising from the end of the couch's arm. Shaun wouldn't be able to raise his paws without moving about a foot to the right. He was at Alf's mercy.
He looked down at the boy's slender, girlish form. It pleased Alf greatly.
Gently, he took the boy's short cock and began to pump it. He began slow, subtly building his tempo over time. Within five minutes, Shaun was sweating, panting, and moaning uncontrollably.
"Getting close, buddy?" Alf asked, a cruel smile on his face.
"Yes," Shaun sighed almost painfully.
Alf stopped, abruptly.
"You can't cum without my permission, okay?" He asked the question still firmly clutching the bound, helpless boy's sensitive cock.
Shaun wanted this. He felt it all through him. This was exactly what he wanted.
"Okay," he said, meekly.
Alf smiled and began again, taking extra effort to fill the boy with torturous, overwhelming pleasure. Over and over, he came right to the edged and then stopped, letting the boy quiver and drip a while, before starting all over. Soon, it was becoming too much to bear.
"Beg me for permission," Alf ordered, flatly. Shaun was happy to oblige.
"Please, sir!" he declared, breathlessly. "Please let me cum, sir. I need it so bad."
Alf gave a few slow, tight, torturous strokes, watching in delight as the boy squirmed.
"You can have anything!" Shaun suddenly exclaimed, growing desperate. "You can fuck me any time you want, sir, just please let me cum this one time! I need it."
Alf was intrigued by the outburst.
"Hm," he said. "That's an interesting idea, but let's save dealing for tomorrow, okay? In the meantime, let me ask you a question: when you jerk this little thing off, you usually don't last too long, do you?"
Shaun breathed deeply, trying to deal with the maddening denile.
"No, sir," he said, his voiced pained. "I don't."
"This must be hard, then," Alf replied in mock-pity. "You're not used to someone else being in charge of this. I can tell. Do you like it?"
"Yes!" Shaun cried enthusiastically. Like it? This was the most intense sex he'd ever had, and it was just a handjob.
Alf went through the routine a few more times, always holding his boy right at the edge of release.
"Please, sir!" Shaun sobbed. His desperate eyes were wet with tears.
"Okay," Alf said. "But next time, you'll have to do more to earn it. Now lay back and enjoy."
With that, he went to work, pumping furiously, closing his fingers around the boy's naturally-lubricated head to create glorious friction. Within a minute, the boy gave one last loud moan and spurted high in the air, his hot seed raining all over his naked form. In short order, he sighed and fell asleep, totally overwhelmed.
Alf carefully moved him around so as to lie alone on the couch, resplendent, beautiful and nude. His paws remained above his head, cuffed. They could stay that way for now, Alf decided with a smile, as he headed off to bed, taking one last look at the conquered angel on his couch.