Enjoying the Nightlife
Enjoying the Nightlife by Alex_mcloud
I wanted to go home.
I had a headache, and it was hot and stuffy. I was in the Carte Blanch, a new dance club that had just recently opened. I was sitting at the neon colored bar, nursing a drink which I didn't particularly care for.
I wanted to go home, but I knew I couldn't. Jimmy, the fur who had taken me here for my twenty-first birthday, was obsessed with making me have a good time. He forced me to dance, flirt with some skanky patrons, and even bought me a drink I really hated. It was really starting to grate on my nerves. I wanted to find him, and beg him to go home, but I knew he would throw a hissy-fit.
I glanced around the bar, half hoping to find someone cute. Most of the bar goers were either too drunk to have a decent conversation with, or were already making out with someone. But then my gaze was caught on a cute, young husky with light fur. He was idly munching on some peanuts, obviously bored. He looked up, and saw that I was watching him. He smiled sweetly, and waved at me.
I quickly turned around, blushing wildly. He was awfully cute, and seemed to like me as well, judging from his smile.
Speaking of me, I'm a fox, and a rather sexy looking one at that. I'm almost six feet tall, and I'm solidly built. I have cute hazel-green eyes, with black markings around said eyes. All in all, I'm kinda cute!
So maybe that's why he smiled at me. He catches a hunky fox looking at him in a bar, and decides he might want to get to know him, or have wonderful, hot steamy sex with him. But noooooo, I'm too much of a pussy to turn around and talk to him.
I decided to order the cute husky a drink, though I was unsure of what to order him. Was he a white wine spritzer kind of person, or a hard-drinking vodka man... er... kid? How old was he anyway? The club didn't let anyone under twenty-one in, so maybe it was his birthday too...
I focused back to the issue at hand: buying him a drink. I went with a personal favorite of mine; an electric lemonade. I tried to act calm as I watched the bartender deliver the lemonade out of the corner of my eye. Now for the waiting part... I think. This was my first time hitting on someone at a bar, so I was pretty unaware of tavern etiquette.
After a few moments, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder that almost made me jump out of my fur. I slowly turned around to see the sexy husky up close. I might have been drooling, because he was giggling a bit. I also noticed that he had not touched his drink, and I panicked a little. Was he not interested or something?
"Sorry," he said, in a soft tone," but I don't drink."
I think I may have mumbled an apology, but I was too crushed to notice. I was rejected on my first try! What kind of luck was that?
But then the husky sat down in the stool next to me and giggled again. "Just because I don't drink doesn't mean I don't like you, silly." He said sweetly.
"Was my disappointment that apparent?" I joked.
"Mmm- hmmm." He nodded his head.
I felt like I was forgetting something, but what?
" Oh yeah!" he exclaimed, "I haven't even told you my name yet! I'm Chris. Chris Delinger."
"And I'm Rei Nakumodo, and it's nice to meet you." He tried to stifle a giggle at this, but failed miserably.
"What?" I really had no idea what he was laughing about, but I noticed that he was even cuter when he giggled.
"Nothing, nothing. It's just that you're so..." he trailed off.
"So what?"
"So... formal." He looked a little embarrassed to say so.
Formal eh? Better get ready for this then, little husky, I thought to myself. In one deft movement, I grabbed Chris in a tight embrace, and locked muzzles with him in a deep, passionate kiss. After an eternity of ecstasy, I broke the kiss, licking my chops.
"How was that for formal?" I asked triumphantly. He replied by seductively stroking my thigh. "You don't beat around the bush, do you?" I asked, giving him a toothy grin. He moved his paw closer to my crotch, and looked up at me, pleading with his sparkling blue puppy-dog eyes. They were mesmerizing, kinda like the paw stroking my crotch...
"Hey! Not in public!" I felt embarrassed, as several of the patrons were giving us odd looks.
"Then let's go to your place." He said lustfully.
"Oh, can't we go to yours? I live sooooo far away." I whined.
"Where do you live?"
"Forty-first and Rinaldi" I said after a few minutes of franticly racking my brain for the answer.
He laughed. "That's just a few blocks away, lazy foxy!
"Really?" I had just moved into the area, and had no idea where anything was, not even my own apartment.
"Come on, I'll walk you home!" He exclaimed excitedly. I had a momentary pang of guilt for ditching Jimmy, but it was wiped from my mind when the horny puppy grabbed my ass, lightly digging in his claws. For someone so young looking, he was awfully dominant.
We left the Carte Blanch in an elated mood, touching and fondling each other the whole way to my apartment. Just as Chris had said, it was only a couple of blocks away, and we made it there in no time. I fumbled for my keys while Chris whispered some interesting things in my ear, and tweaked with my nipples, and...
"Save it for the bedroom." I said firmly, but erotically. Having his paws roam around everywhere was kind of a hassle when trying to unlock a door. I finally managed to open the door, and we stepped into the unfurnished apartment. There were unpacked boxes strewn everywhere, but like I said, I just got here.
Chris licked one of my ears, and I this time I giggled. By this time, we were both horny, and our clothes were just an annoying restriction. We undressed each other as fast as possible, and in a few moments, were completely naked, and caressing, kissing, and groping as much as possible. I stopped us momentarily, and grabbed his paw and led him into my bedroom.
My room was pretty Spartan, a bare mattress laying on the ground the only thing in there, besides us, and a few more of those damn boxes. We plopped down on my bed, and I finally got a chance to see Chris' sexy body. He was fit, but not overly muscular, and his shiny grey fur was silky soft to the touch. And his cock... well, let's say he was bigger than me in one way...
Suddenly, he pinned me down on the mattress, clearly establishing his complete and utter dominance. All right with me, as I loooooved to be dominated. He slid onto my chest, his rather large puppyhood waving in front of my muzzle. I was by no means new to this, so I was prepared. I licked the tip of his erection, eliciting a lustful growl from him. I placed a paw under his furry balls and squeezed gently, watching him contort his body in pleasure.
"Enough foreplay." He growled, placing his paws on my head. A few seconds later, I was taking his whole length in my muzzle. I had to fight off my gag reflex for a moment, but I managed to get control of it. I sucked gently, licking the underside of his prick. His grip on my head grew tighter, and he began thrusting in and out of my muzzle, humping my face. The taste of precum was strong on my tongue now, and he was showing signs of an approaching orgasm. I started sucking harder now, and fondled his heavy balls with my paws, squeezing a little too hard now and then. Right before he was about to cum, he withdrew from my mouth. I wondered what was going on.
"On your paws and knees!" he said forcefully. I eagerly obeyed. There's nothing that turns me on faster than a strict and forceful master.
He disappeared behind me, but I soon felt something hard resting against my tailhole. He grabbed my large, bushy tail, and yanked it up. With one sharp, he shoved his entire cock into me. My saliva and a bit of precum provided a small amount of lubricant, but the sudden invasion was still horribly painful. I buried my face into the mattress, trying to fight back tears. We stayed like this for what seemed like forever, but he finally pulled out slowly. He almost withdrew completely, but he hilted himself in me again, hitting my prostrate this time.
Chris started a steady rhythm now, though it was nowhere near gentle. The pain I had initially felt was rapidly transitioning into pleasure, and I found myself rocking back into him. He reached under me, and gripped my dripping foxcock with his wonderfully soft paw. I was feeling pure ecstasy right now, with a paw on my cock and a dick ramming into my prostrate. His knot started to swell, and it threatened to invade me with every passing thrust.
He clamped down his jaws on the back of my neck, drawing a slight amount of blood, and uttered a muffled howl. He shoved in as far as he would go, and I felt burning hot husky-spunk fill my rectum, sending tingles of pleasure throughout my body. This proved to be too much for me, and I came all over the bed, shooting thick jets of creamy cum all over.
After Chris' knot deflated enough to let us untie, he flopped into a rather arousing position. My turn, I thought gleefully. But the sounds of his snores killed that little bit of joy.
"You evil bastard!" I playfully yelled at his unconscious body. I suddenly felt oddly tired, and my bed beckoned me to sleep. I gave in to my temptation, but not before cuddling into Chris' furred body.
Just before I drifted off into slumber, one thought permeated into my mind.
This had been a great birthday.
To be continued!
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