Forgive Me- Chris 7 + Surprise
#7 of Forgive Me
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NOTE: Due to me being to lazy to put for italics, all mental notes/thoughts will be in some form of brackets. Ex: [It's been so long since he's been this lively]. Also, as a new addition, words in { } are lyrics, since I'm sure yiffstar doesn't have the little music note symbol. The lyrics are from Dido's 'White Flag', to which I do not claim ownership, and the use of the lyrics is justified as fair use.
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Part 7
"Hey James, David Halse, room K 201 wanted to have a word with you. He's the fox that was getting beaten by the gang a couple of months back, and the guy I told you from college."
"Oh poor guy. Why does he want to talk to me? I wasn't there."
"I don't know. Just talk to him, he's a nice guy."
"Is that an order?"
"It will be."
"Yeah right. Just go get me a coffee while I see what he wants."
[What the hell did I just do? I know I'm gonna regret this.]
Five days passed since James and I spoke to David. Nothing much happened. Some kids vandalized a toilet, drunk drivers crashed into several parked cars, James 'lost' his underwear while showering and had to go commando. Just an average week. At least it would've been, had the phone not rung.
"Hello?"
"Chris? Hi, it's David. How are you."
"David? Are you out of the hospital?"
"No, not yet. Two more days. I'm calling from Tavis' cell. I have some good news."
"Wha-what is it?!"
"When I talked to James, I got the impression he likes you. He said you avoid him when he invites you out. Why?"
I was speechless. [James might like me?]
"Hello? Chris?"
"Yeah, yeah. I was just thinking. I get scared when he invites me out. I don't wanna do something stupid or get my hopes up. Then when he hangs up, I get angry at myself and start kicking things over."
"Don't tell me a big wolf like you gets scared of little raccoon."
"That's not funny. And he's not little, he's got more muscle than you do!"
"You're still like twice his size. '-baby talk- Is the bid bad wolf scawed of a wittle waccoon?' "
"Grrrrrrrrrrr."
"Hahah! Anyways, he definitely wants to spend more time with you. I don't know if he likes you the way you do him, but he might. I gotta go. Spend more time with him. At the very least you'll get a good friend. -click-"
[Spend more time with him. Easier said than done. Maybe he wants to go to a movie? Let's see what's in theatres.] I looked online, seeing several good movies, so I decided to call James. I dialed James' number, hoping he wasn't one of those early sleepers. [He can't be asleep yet, it's only six.]
"Chris?"
"Hey James, how are you?"
"Good. Is something wrong?"
"No, everything's fine. I was wondering, would you like to go watch a movie with me?"
"Seriously? You're always busy, how'd you find the time?"
"Hard work pays off later. So, do you wanna come?"
[Please say yes. Please say yes. Come on.]
"What movie?"
[What movie? I have no clue!]
"Uh, what would you like to watch?"
"There's that movie where they have to restart the sun. How about that."
"That's perfect, uh -click click click- it starts in forty minutes. Should I pick you up?"
"Sure, that'd be perfect. See you in a short while."
"See you then."
I hung up the phone, and promptly collapsed on my couch. I felt my legs tremble as I walked to grab my car keys, almost causing me to fall several times. [Come on Chris, get a hold of yourself. You can take on a bank robber, but you can't go out to a movie with a friend?] I got in my car, and drove to James' home. I was sweating all the way there, but managed to gather myself before I knocked on his apartment door.
"Chris, I thought you'd never get here. So, where's your car?"
We both got in, and chatted on the way to the theatre. At first, it was small talk about nothing. The weather, what we'd done recently, how our families are, and things like that. Then, we arrived at the parking structure.
"So, are you seeing anyone? A big wolf like you probably doesn't have much trouble with the ladies."
I jumped at the question. It was the one subject I hoped to avoid. [Dear God! Why did he have to ask THAT? At least we're in the parking structure.]
"I uh, no. I'm not seeing anyone. Are you?"
"No, not really. And what'd ya mean your not seeing anyone? I'd expect a big, strong hunk like you to have a girl for every night of the week! Or is it a guy for every night of the week?"
I slammed on the brakes, which would've been really bad had we been going faster than five miles per hour. I turned to look at him, to see what he meant by it.
"You do! You're into guys!"
"James, drop it."
I was trying my best not only to save face, but not to get cornered into admitting anything. We found a spot and got out of the car. James was smiling devilishly all the way.
"So, how many are there? Seven? Ten? More?"
"James, I'm not dating anyone."
"So you skip the date and go straight to bed?"
"James, I'm not having sex with anyone either."
"So what'd ya do? No sex, no dates; do you make them worship you?"
"James-"
"Cause if you want, McKeller's always been interested in you."
"What?! McKeller, the guy who worked in porn before the force? The wolf with the huge dong?"
"Yeah, same guy. You did know he's gay, didn't you?"
"No, I had no idea. I never saw his movies. I always felt sorry for the girls he's been with; "
"You never saw, oh what was it? 'Predator's Toy', 'Predator's Playmate'? Something like that. It's his best seller."
"How do you know this stuff?"
"He told me so. We were talking one day, and it came up. I thought you knew."
I bought two tickets, and headed to salon six, turning the heads of eavesdroppers along the way.
"So you never saw his movies. I don't believe it."
"I haven't been gay all that long."
"How long?"
"Oh, about eight minutes now."
James laughed and slapped my ass, turning several heads all around the snack line. The attendants at the concession stand gave us a free upgrade to large drinks, and I distinctly heard one of then whisper 'I'd love to get fucked by that hunk'.
"So you're really not dating anyone?"
"Not really. In college I did, but they were just for popularity. Nothing serious."
"You should find someone. The movie's starting."
[Talk about mixed signals. First he talks about women, then he asks if I'm fucking guys, slaps my ass, and tells me to find someone. Dating's a lot harder than I thought. Especially with guys, since I can't tell if he likes me or not.] The movie wasn't half bad, although it could have used a little more realism. I drove James home, but neither of us said anything until we arrived.
"Hey Chris, thanks for inviting me. I'm sorry if I offended you."
"Don't worry about it, you were half right. I'll se you tomorrow, kay?"
I drove away leaving him puzzled by what I meant. I drove myself home, and climbed the stairs to my apartment. All along, I wondered if I was truly in love with James. [Lets see, Trish. Trish the receptionist at the spa; every guy wants to go out with her. Soft brown fur, full lips, large bust, picture Trish. Nope, nothing. I'm still limp and cold. Now James. James, with his fluffy bullseyed tail, his thin black lips, runner's build, that nice warm ass . . .] As I imagined James, I felt a warm feeling that reached my crotch, and as I pictured my partner, my cock rose to attention. [Well, there's no doubt about it. I love James.] I lay down on my bed, wondering if I'd ever be with James. Tears came to my eyes as I thought of all I'd done to David for feeling this way, and soon, I was feeling depressed. I had no friends other than James, my family lived dozens of miles away, and I was alone. I longed for someone to hold at night, to love, and to spend my life with. As I'd done so many nights before, I cried alone, holding a pillow close to my chest, wishing it was James. I fell asleep in a pool of my tears, longing for company.
Two days passed, and James didn't mention anything. I was feeling a lot better; it wasn't the first time I'd cried myself to sleep. James and I did spend a little more time together, going out for a walk on Saturday. We decided to go get a coffee at our favorite coffee house: The Fox Hollow Coffee. James ordered his usual vanilla latte; I my usual house coffee. We sat down, and chatted about how nice it is to spend more time together. I felt a warmth spreading through my chest, going down to my crotch. This always happened whenever I spent time with James. [Maybe I should ask him out. He seems to like me, and technically, we've already gone on one date. But what if he's not gay? Will he hate me? Or what if we do get together, and then the department has a problem?] I debate with myself, trying to decide whether or not to ask James out.
"Chris, listen, I'm sorry about what I said about you having a guy for every night of the week. I was just kidding around."
"James, I actually have something to tell you?"
"What?"
"You were partly right; I . . . like guys. I think I'm gay, or at least bi."
I was expecting him to either get furious and start yelling at me, or to be confused and scared.
"So? I always thought you might be."
"You're alright with it?"
"Yeah, why not. I fooled around with some guys in college. I'm bi."
[Oh my God, he's bi!] I was speechless, and fortunately for me, James spoke again.
"I feel like that's not all you wanted to tell me. Am I right?"
I gathered my wits; it was now or never. I looked him in the eye. My body was trembling.
"James, I love you."
His face went blank for a moment. [He certainly didn't expect that. I knew I was going to regret this. He's gonna leave.]
"I uh, I've gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Wait! James, please, don't leave. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. Don't go."
"I need to think. I'll call you."
And with that, he left, running into several people on his way out. [He left his drink.] I wondered what would happen now. He would probably ask for a different partner, and I'd probably just lost my only friend. I stopped thinking, listening to the music from the coffee house. I didn't recognize the current song, but it was becoming softer and softer, so it was ending. A new song started, and I recognized it from somewhere.
{I know you think that I shouldn't still love you,}
{Or tell you that.}
{But if I didn't say it, well I'd still have felt it}
{Where's the sense in that?}
[Lady, you took the words right out of my mouth.] I took a sip of my drink and listened, interested in the song.
{I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder}
{Or return to where we were}
{I will go down with this ship}
{And I won't put my hands up and surrender}
{There will be no white flag above my door}
{I'm in love and always will be}
[So am I. But it's easier to sing something than to do it.] The song was relatively upbeat, like most soft rock songs. If anything, it was a nice song.
{I know I left too much mess and}
{Destruction to come back again}
{And I caused nothing but trouble}
[They should've dedicated this song to me. I fucked it up in college with David and my family.] I felt like the song was about me. Funny feeling, but I didn't feel like laughing.
{I understand if you can't talk to me again}
{And if you live by the rules of "it's over"}
{Then I'm sure that that makes sense}
[That pretty much hit the nail on the head.] James would probably not talk to me again, and our friendship was probably over too. And the worst part is, it does make sense.
{I will go down with this ship}
{And I won't put my hands up and surrender}
{There will be no white flag above my door}
{I'm in love and always will be}
{And when we meet}
{Which I'm sure we will}
{All that was there}
{Will be there still}
{I'll let it pass}
{And hold my tongue}
{And you will think}
{That I've moved on....}
[That part's not likely to happen.]
{I will go down with this ship}
{And I won't put my hands up and surrender}
{There will be no white flag above my door}
{I'm in love and always will be}
{I will go down with this ship}
{And I won't put my hands up and surrender}
{There will be no white flag above my door}
{I'm in love and always will be}
{I will go down with this ship}
{And I won't put my hands up and surrender}
{There will be no white flag above my door}
{I'm in love and always will be}
[I'm in love and always will be . . .] I reached into my wallet and pulled out a photo of James I'd had since the academy. It was from a party we'd gone to. I was holding James in the cradle of my arms, both of us laughing. He had jumped on me to put his arm around my shoulder, but had missed and I had picked him up like a baby to embarrass him. Someone had taken the photo, and given it to me later on. I got up and ran to the nearest flower shop. [If I'm going to ask him out, I'm gonna do it with flowers and chocolates.]
The sun was beginning to descend by the time I arrived at James' home. I didn't hear anyone inside, but his car was in the driveway. [That's strange, but then again, today hasn't exactly been a normal day.] I tried the door, and to my surprise, it opened. [He didn't lock his door! What's going on here?]
"James? Are you here? Are you alright?"
My calls went unanswered. I walked inside, still calling out to James. I'd never been in his apartment before, but it wasn't big so finding my way was no trouble at all. The lights were all on, except for what I assumed was his room. I saw the jacket he'd been wearing on the floor, as were his shoes, socks, pants, and shirt. I was worried that James might have hurt himself because of me. I put the bouquet and candy box on a table. I pushed his bedroom door open, and stuck my head in. He was lying face down on his bed, facing away from me, and clad only in his underwear. He was breathing softly, but his breaths often broke down to short sobs, like he'd been crying a short while ago.
"James?"
I came up to him, and put my hand on his shoulder. He was awake, but unresponsive. I was really worried. I didn't want anyone to be hurt because of me again.
-high pitched- "James, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything but, I love you."
He turned to me, and I saw tears streaming down his face. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to hold him and make him feel better, but I didn't want to make things worse by coming on too strong or too forceful. [What should I do? What would Tavis or David do?] I did need much thought after that. I put my arms around James, and pulled him close to my chest. He was heavier than he looked, but he was still a featherweight compared to me. He started sobbing on my shoulder, and I rubbed his back to make him feel better.
"Chris?"
"Yes James?"
"I love you too."
Four little words; so simple, yet they brought me unimaginable joy. I let go of James, telling him I'd be right back. I went into the hallway and grabbed the flowers and chocolates. James was sitting on the edge of his bed, so I got down on my knee in front of him.
"James, will you be my boyfriend?"
"Of course I will you stupid wolf!"
He tackled me to the floor, and planted a smooch right on my lips.
"Really now Chris, flowers and chocolates? What is this, a 50's romance movie?"
"You don't want them then?"
"You kidding? I love Ghirardelli! The flowers are a nice touch."
He kissed me again, and this time I parted my lips to let his tongue through. [He's a lot more aggressive than I thought!] He was taking charge, thrusting his tongue wherever he pleased. _His tongue was not as smooth as mine, a little rougher. His hands roamed my body, going under my shirt to rub my chest. I groped his ass, loving how firm it was. The warm feeling in me intensified into a blaze of lust. I felt my loins rising, and tried my best to keep it under control, but I failed.
"Did you bring your baton or are you just happy to be with me?"
"Guess."
"So you know, I've always had a crush on you; ever since the academy. I thought you might be bi, maybe gay, but I never thought you'd like me. I thought you'd be into people like McKeller or Asai."_
"Asai is the tiger right? The one that's built like a tank?"
"No, you're built like a tank; he's built like a battleship. I never thought you'd go for a little guy like me."
"You're not little. You're stronger than most people your size. Hey, you can tackle Asai down. I like you just like you are. Easy to carry, you fit perfectly against my chest, and you're damn cute."
"You wanna go out?"
"Tonight? Where?"
"Laguna Lake Park. We could walk there, or go by bus; I don't wanna go by car. There's this little grove of magnolias where we can make out as the sun goes down. Then we can go to a gay club, watch a strip show . . ."
"I like this so far, then what?"
"We can go to a hotel, get a room, and . . ."
He winked at me, and turned to show me his ass. I knew exactly what he wanted, and I couldn't wait.
"What are we waiting for? Let's go!"
"But on one condition."
"I'll do anything, what is it?"
"You go shirtless and wear a collar?"
"What?! A collar?!"
"Yeah, I've always wanted to see you in a collar. One of those nice, thick, black leather ones. You'd look so hot in it. Kinda like a boi-toy."
"A boi-toy. I thought you were into big, buff macho men."
"I am, but I want to see how much you'll do for me."
"Bastard. -pause- Fine! I'll do it. I'll wear the collar and go shirtless, but I'd better get your ass later today."
I waited a minute for him to put on a light blue shirt and tight jeans, and yanked him out the door, not bothering to lock it.
"Where am I gonna get a collar?"
"Actually, I have one right here."
He pulled a collar from his pants; apparently he had no other place to put it.
"Where'd you get this?"
"McKeller took me this shop once, and I just had to have it."
I took it and looked at it closely. It was a thick black collar, and it still smelled brand new. I put it around my neck, just to see what it felt like. [That's . . . nice actually. Here, let's buckle it and . . . ooh! This is weird, I'm getting aroused.] Suddenly, I felt a hand cusp my growing cock, and saw James trying to contain his laughter.
"I see you like it. Anyways, that's only half the deal. I want that shirt off now."
I pulled my shirt off and hung it over my shoulder. The cool air felt refreshing against my sweaty fur. I saw several people turn and stare. Their gaze followed me as I went past them; I can't blame them though. A big, muscular wolf going down the street shirtless and wearing a collar; what a sight I must've made. [I'm going to kill James for this.]
"Aw damn it!"
"What? I'm the one wearing a collar."
"I forgot; Laguna Lake closes early."
"Oh, that sucks. So what do we do?"
"Lets save it for another day then. To the club then?"
"Yeah. Just one thing, where's the club? I've never seen a gay club here."
"That's because it doesn't call itself a club."
James reached up and grabbed the collar, dragging me down the street and into an alley. I felt my cheeks burning after hearing several "oh my's" and "what the's". The alley looked just like every other alley in town; dark, cold, wet and smelly. But there was one odd thing about it: there was a door near the back, with a rainbowed pawprint. [That's a good hiding place.] James opened the door, and led me down several hallways. I could hear the faint hum of music in the background. Steadily getting louder as we approached wherever it is we were going. The corridors suddenly opened into a large club, complete with tables, a center stage, a dance floor and scantily clad waiters. We went over to an empty table near the middle, and sat down.
"This isn't a typical club, is it?"
"Not really, but it's the only one in town. There's a show on in a few minutes."
"I always imagined there'd be a lot of dancing and body rubbing, and a back room to fuck in."
"Some are like that, not here though. But on the plus side, you're allowed to jack off wherever, like those two over there."
I turned to look where James was pointing, and I saw a tabby sucking off a German shepherd in plain sight. [That's new. I'm not ready for that, but there is something we can do in the meantime.] I reached over and pulled James into me, using his surprise to thrust my tongue into his muzzle.
"Mhmmh mh"
After a few seconds, James began to kiss back. He wrestled my tongue, pinning it to the roof of my mouth. He pulled back a moment to breathe, and kissed me again, running his tongue all over mine. The lights around us suddenly dimmed and upbeat disco music began to blast from all over. We stopped kissing to see what was happening. All the lights were concentrated on the stage, and a young cheetah, maybe 20 years old, stepped out wearing a pair of jeans and a white tee. He started dancing to the music, slowly taking off his tee to reveal a black fishnet shirt. A metal pole slowly descended on the middle of the stage, and the cheetah came up to it, swinging his hips all the way. He humped the pole a few times, and turned to face the crowd. He sensually unzipped his jeans, pulling the zipper down slowly, and suddenly pulling it back up a few times. We all got a sneak peek at an orange thong that almost matched his fur. He finally stopped playing with the zipper, and let the jeans drop as he swayed his hips. The thong left little to the imagination, showing off a decent cock. He spun a few times around the pole, all the time keeping in step with the music. He pulled the shirt off, and threw it at the crowd. Some ferret near the front caught it.
"He's pretty cute, don't you think Chris?"
"Yeah. A bit scrawny though."
The cheetah then walked off stage, and went past several tables, as if he were looking for someone. Several people at the club gave him a spank as he walked by, to his great delight. Strangely enough, when his eyes made contact with mine, he smiled and made a beeline for our table. I looked over at James, who simply smiled at me and mouthed "go for it". I looked back at where the cheetah had been, but he wasn't there. Without warning, two hands fell on my shoulders, making me jump.
"Surprise!"
I heard several people laughing, including James. The cheetah had snuck around behind me and jumped me when I wasn't looking.
"Mmm, so strong. -towards James- Mind if I dance for puppy?"
"Not at all."
The cheetah had a very soothing voice; not high and irritating, but not low and raspy, more like in the middle. He got in front of me, and the spotlights shined on us. He started rubbing my chest, moving his hands in rhythm with the current song. The tempo began to speed up, and he jumped on my lap, rubbing his crotch all over my chest. I heard several ooh's coming from the crowd, along with the muffled giggling of James. The cheetah grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into his chest. He smelled very nice, almost like lilacs, but there was also the unmistakable scent of arousal, both his and mine. I could feel his cock rubbing against my pecs, swelling and stiffening all the time. He put his head close to my ear.
"My name's Ken. If you and your boyfriend wanna have some fun later, come backstage after the show. I'll tell the bouncers to let you in."
He nibbled on my ear a little, and hopped off. He headed back towards the stage, swinging his ass as he walked.
"What did he say?"
"He said we could go backstage after the show for some fun."
"Are we gonna go?"
"I don't know. This is our first night out, and we've already been invited for a threesome."
"Let's ask him if we can save it for another day. I'm sure he'll understand."
We looked back onstage, where Ken was now fondling his cock and balls. One of the waiters, an artic fox with a very bushy tail, came onstage with a box. Ken went over, French kissed the fox, and took the box from him as they kissed. The fox skipped offstage after the kiss, and Ken opened the box, showing everyone the contents: a huge, translucent blue dildo. It was about a foot long, maybe longer, and thick, judging by the way it resembled his forearm. The crowd started cheering and whistling as Ken put it in his mouth and started sucking on it. What really startled me was when I saw about three-fourths of it disappear down his mouth. [Oh my God! He's deep-throating it!] Apparently, I wasn't the only one to be surprised, since several gasps went out all across the room. He pulled the dildo out of his mouth (and throat), showing everyone how it glistened with his spit. I heard him moaning as he licked his chops. He set the dildo down, and it stood upright, apparently being held by a suction cup or something; I couldn't tell. Ken then started to tease everyone by pretending to take off the thong, but letting it slip back up. He put his hand up, raising one finger, showing everyone a sole, bared claw. He reached down, and in two quick swiped, ripped the thong apart. The shredded thong fell on the floor, to the delight of the crowd, including myself. His black cock was, I'd say, six inches long, maybe one and a half thick. By this point, the air was thick with arousal, making everyone there even hornier. The artic fox skipped onto the stage, quickly handed Ken a bottle of lube, and jumped off. Ken went over to the dildo, and squirted a generous amount of lube on it. [He's gonna need it.] He then extended some kind of tube or straw from the bottle. I wondered what it was for until I saw him kneel down and stick his ass in the air. The artic fox quickly jumped back up, and got behind him. He grabbed the bottle, shoved the tube into Ken's ass, and gave the crowd a thumbs-up sign, asking if he should spray it. Everyone just yelled out 'yeah' or cheered in response. He nodded vigorously and squeezed the bottle, making Ken moan and thump his fist against the floor. The clear lube started to leak out of Ken's ass, and the fox pulled the bottle out and jumped off stage again. Ken got up and walked to the lube-covered dildo, and grabbed a mike that was thrown at him.
"You guys ready to see this?"
The crowd screamed a unanimous yes, at which Ken threw the mike away. He spread his legs and sat on the tip. He moaned and yelled out as the tip disappeared up his pucker. He'd clearly done this many times before, since in no time, Ken was bouncing up and down half the dildo. I looked around, and saw everyone stroking their cocks. Several had already shot, including one bear that was on the table next to us. He'd shot his load all over his partner, a chocolate brown rabbit. Back onstage, Ken was going down almost all the way, moaning and crying out with each 'thrust'. He grabbed his cock and started to jerk off slowly, cupping his balls and rolling them. He was now shoving the entire dildo up his ass, going so far down his balls touched the floor! Ken wasn't just bouncing on it anymore, now it was more like he was getting up and letting himself fall on it, making each 'thrust' as hard as it could get. His moans and pants were being blasted from all the speakers. Ken suddenly let out an ear-splitting cry as he fell on the dildo one last time. Cum blasted from his cock, the first shots landing five feet away, the rest were caught by his hand, and were swiftly licked off and eaten. He reached down and pulled the dildo off the floor, waved at everyone one last time, and walked backstage with the dildo still in his ass. I was painfully hard, and so was James, but we wanted to save it for later.
"Lets go tell him we can't stay, and find a room ASAP. I need your ass really badly."
We got up and walked towards the backstage door, passing by a bouncer, a chubby bear, who simply nodded and let us in. Ken was standing there, pulling the dildo out of his ass.
"Hey guys, I'm glad you came. Just give me a sec -plop!- Ahh, that was good. You wanna try?"
"No thanks. And um, we can't stay. We really want to, but it's our first night together, I just asked James here to be my boyfriend an hour ago."
"Oh that's wonderful! Congratulations! Don't worry about it, it's your first night, you should be alone."
"Thanks. By the way, do you know of any good hotels around here? I haven't been in any, and I'd rather get one from you in case James doesn't know."
"Oh sure, there's the Avila La Fonda. It's a little far off, you'd need a car or taxi, but it's worth it. The rooms have Egyptian cotton linens, separate tub and shower, the tub has jets, DVD, fireplace. It's really nice, though a bit pricy."
"What do you think James? We can split the price."
"That sounds nice, we can get a taxi there. We'd have to call in sick tomorrow though. I'm not gonna get up early just to get home for my uniform. Are you?"
"No. But won't it look weird if we're both sick on the same day, being partners and all?"
"What's your job?"
-Both at the same time- "Police."
"Wow. That's gonna be fun! Partners in crime and love! Heheh, I crack myself up."
"Very funny Ken. Anyways, sorry we can't stay. Another time, I promise. We're not gonna pass this up."
"Don't worry Chris. Say, wait here one sec."
Ken quickly ran to his room, and came back with a card.
"Here's my number. Call me if you wanna hang out, or do something. -wink wink- Also, if you or any of your friends ever wanna hire a stripper for a party or something, call me. I will get over there and give you my best."
"That sounds great. Chris, we need to go if we wanna get there before dawn. We'll call you tomorrow."
"Thanks, have fun tonight. Don't wear yourselves out."
He leaned in and gave both James and me a kiss on the cheek. We shook his hand and left, going through the maze of corridors to exit through the alley we came in. We got out, and using a payphone, called a cab to pick us up. We got in once it arrived, and held hands silently for the entire trip. I paid the cab fare, and wow! The hotel was beautiful. It resembled a Mexican village, complete with a huge, ornate fountain. Ken was right, this place was really nice, and definitely looked pricy.
"Wow. It's a lot nicer than I thought. You like Chris?"
"Yeah! This is going to be great. Let's go in and get our room."
"Uhh, Chris, shouldn't you take off the collar and wear a shirt?"
[Crap!] I'd forgotten I wasn't wearing a shirt, not to mention the collar. Worse of all, I dodn't have my shirt anymore.
"Oh crap. I don't have my shirt. I think I left it in the club."
"That was brilliant! Well, at least take off the collar."
I unbuckled the clasp and slipped the collar off. It felt weird not to wear the collar. I'd gotten so used to it, it felt normal to wear. I nodded towards the hotel, urging James to start walking. We went in and headed straight for the front desk. Once again, several furs turned and stared, including a few married ones. Fortunately, there was no one in line for the front desk, so I didn't have to stick around for too long. The rabbit at the reception was worried; he must've had a case of blue balls since he pressed himself against the desk to hide 'something'. He also paid no attention to James; staring at my bare chest the whole time.
"W-w-welcome to the Avila La Fonda. Do y-you have a r-reservation?"
"No, but that's not a problem, is it? We wanted a room for the night."
"N-no no problem at all! Let me just s-see what w-we have."
He faced down at his computer, nervously clicking and typing. I looked down at James, smiling at him. He just mouthed 'bastard' at me. He was pissed I was getting all the attention.
"W-we have several r-roms, I mean rooms available. H-how many beds?"
"Just one, a king if you can."
"O-one? Sure, I have a Spa Room open. I-it has a jet tub, shower, -gasp-"
I put my hand on his shoulder to stop him, accidentally startling him. He shook for a moment, and I got the distinct impression he'd just cummed, but I couldn't see or smell anything.
"That's perfect. We'll take it. Do you take Visa?"
-Out of breath- "Yeah. It's-"
"Shhhh, I don't want to know the price, just charge it, let me sign, and we'll be off."
"Yes sir!"
[Poor kid.] He quickly clicked several times, swiped my card, and gave us the room keys. I was going to find out how much it cost another time; I didn't want to ruin tonight.
"Here's your keys, have a good night."
I bent down and kissed James, causing anyone who was looking to gasp. The rabbit clicked a few times, and left the front desk, heading towards what I imagined was the bathroom. I wanted to make everything special for James, so I picked him up and carried him in the cradle of my arms. Now people really began to stare. I didn't care, I hope neither did James. I don't think he did, on account of he wrapped his arms around my neck and rested his head on my shoulder. It took all my self control to keep from popping a boner on the way to our room. Opening the door was a bit of a challenge, since I didn't want to put James down. I almost dropped him three times, but I got the door open. The room was just as nice as the rest of the hotel. It even had a plasma TV. [That's awesome.]
I set James down on the bed, shocked at how soft the linen was.
-Knock! Knock!- "Room service."
"What the? I didn't order room service, did you?"
"Chris, I was in your arms the whole time, and that rabbit didn't even notice I was with you until you kissed me."
"Hey, it's not my fault I'm fuckin' hot."
I curled and flexed my bicep as I spoke.
"Hey stud, are you gonna get the door?"
"Oops! Yeah."
I ran to the door and opened it. I saw several shining silver plates, crystal goblets, two wine bottles, and a host of other treats, including a cute German shepherd and Tibetan fox.
"Oh, I, we didn't order room service. It all looks great, but it's not ours. Sorry."
The Tibetan fox dropped his jaw when he saw me shirtless, so the German shepherd was left to respond.
"Actually sir, it's complimentary. The front desk ordered it brought up. Let's see, there's two 21 ounce Filets Mignons with sautéed mushrooms on the side, fresh cut French fries; two crème brûlées; two chocolate cakes with vanilla ice cream; One bottle of Marques de Caceres rose wine; one bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon red wine; two crystal goblets for the wine; silverware; and other stuff like sauces and spices. Do you want it?"
My stomach rumbled at the thought of the Filets Mignons. The shepherd laughed, the fox was still speechless.
"We'll take that as a yes. Want us to bring it in?"
"Yes, please. Send my thanks to the front desk."
"We will. Stu, shut your mouth and help me get this stuff in. You act like you've never seen a buff, shirtless wolf."
-Hissed- "I haven't seen one like him!"
I laughed and went over to the bed.
"James, are you hungry?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Front desk sent us dinner and dessert, plus wines. You like wine?"
"That rocks! And a little."
The two bellboys left with a nice tip, leaving James and me to feast. The smell of steak wafted through the air, making my mouth water. I cut a small piece of the meat, avoiding the mushrooms as best I could. _I dipped it in a little bit of steak sauce, expecting a regular steak taste.
"Holy -slam!-. . . This is good!"
"I'm so glad we're not in a restaurant."
It was the best steak I'd ever tasted. Maybe it wasn't just the steak and wine, but being with James, about to make love with him that made it taste so delicious. We finished our steaks in no time, and chowed down on the chocolate cake. It was so soft and fluffy, fluffier than a croissant, but much sweeter. The cake was warm and gooey, and the ice cream was somehow still frozen hard; Mmmm! I've never been much of a crème brûlée fan, but James was. When he saw I wasn't eating mine with much gusto, he swiped it from me and wolfed it down._
"Jeez, remind me never to stand between you and that stuff."
"Grrrrrrr."
He cradled the dessert in his arms, growling at me like a starving animal. I laughed; he looked so silly. We washed everything down with a little bit of the white wine, savoring the sweetness.
"That was good. I'm so full."
"Me too. Maybe we should rest a little before we fuck. I'm not into puke play."
"Ugh, neither am I. Wanna watch a movie?"
"Sure. By the way, why did you run out of the coffee house?"
"I was scared. The guy of my wet dreams tells me he loves me over a coffee. At first I thought I was going crazy, and then I thought you were joking. But when I saw you were serious, I panicked. I didn't know what do to; all my mind said was 'run'. So I did. When I got home, I started crying for ruining any chance of being with you. But then, this hot wolf barged into my apartment with chocolates and flowers, and swooped me off my feet."
"Does this wolf by any chance happen to have huge muscles and a massive cock?"
"First yes, second, I dunno."
"You're my boyfriend and you don't know how big my cock is? What kind of gay are you?"
"Hey! Not all gays are obsessed with that. Besides, I know you're seven and three-fourths from the knot."
"How the hell do you know that! And what'dya mean that's not massive?"
"Well, you write it in your journal every time you measure. And from what I've heard, compared to McKeller, that's tiny."
"Oh yeah? How big is McKeller? Nine . . . ten?"
"I'm not sure. All I know is he's the biggest guy by far on the force."
"Yeah yeah, probably just a rumor h-"
"Look! 'Predator's Plaything'; It's McKeller's movie! The one I told you about, let's see it."
"Sure. This'll show you who's bigger."
James purchased the movie through the TV's pay-per-view. It looked like a basic gay porn story: guy is walking along, somehow meets other guys, and gets taken home to play. There was one cute, short fox and eight wolves, all pretty tall, and they were all horny.
"Chris, look! It's McKeller! He looks so young!"
"He looks like he stuffed a couple socks in his pants."
"Party-pooper."
"You don't think that anyone's that big. All the porn studios make their guys stuff socks or something to make them look bigger."
"Just watch."
The fox, Peter I think it was, was being stripped and placed on a table to get gang-banged. The wolves were still somewhat dressed. Most had only their pants on. Now, a couple of them, including McKeller, were taking their pants off, showing off what looked like a huge cock, but I knew it was all show. Then, the Alpha and McKeller took off their underwear.
"OH MY GOD! HE'S FUCKING HUGE!"
"FUCK!"
McKeller was absolutely huge. Onscreen he said he was fourteen long, two wide. The poor (or lucky) fox was drooling at the sight of it. The Alpha was even bigger, maybe fifteen or sixteen long, but a little thinner. As the camera panned, I saw all eight wolves were similarly endowed; I'd say none were smaller than a foot long.
"Holy . . . We've gotta have a threesome with McKeller some day."
"But you're taking him up the ass since you're bigger."
"Only if you deepthroat him."
"Deal."
Our eyes were glued on the TV as Peter was fucked by all eight wolves and sucked the off afterwards. [Fuck! How did he take all eight of them?!] Needless to say, James and I were horny as hell by the end of the movie. I yanked off my pants, not bothering to act sexy like I'd planned. I reached over at James who was still unbuttoning his shirt and tore it off, literally. Same with his pants. I didn't want to wait, so I shredded his clothes to get them off. I pulled the condom out of my pant's pocket, tore it open, and quickly put it on. I put our little bottle of lube (thank God for travel sizes) on the nightstand. Foreplay wasn't needed thanks to McKeller and his friends.
"So rough, I love that."
"Shut up and stick your ass in the air."
"Feisty too."
He got on all fours on the bed, sticking his ass as high as it would go. I looked up at the ceiling for a second, counting my blessings. [Thank You.] I got on the bed, and squirted a good amount of lube on James' ass. With my fingers, I worked it into his ass, trying to loosen his hole at the same time. Once I was satisfied he was loose enough, I grabbed the bottle again. What little was left I smeared all over my cock. I bent forward to put my face near his.
"I love you."
I pushed forward, feeling the head of my cock poking his ass. I felt his tight ring of muscle suddenly loosen, and my cock went forth. It was incredible. I'd never felt anything remotely like this. Fortunately, I didn't get this far with David, and my paw didn't come close to this. It was tight and warm and oh so pleasurable. Strangely enough, I was able to get all the way in on the first push.
"Have you used any large toys recently?"
"Maybe."
[I'd better get to know my new boyfriend a lot more.] I started to piston my cock in and out slowly. The pleasure was so great, but it was like an itch. I needed to go faster or I'd lose my mind. I sped my pace up, lowering the pleasure a little but making the itch go away. James was moaning and groaning with each thrust, and I was growling and yipping a little. All the days excitement had gotten me close, but I held my orgasm back to make it last. My knot was beginning to grow to the size of a baseball, thumping against his ass with each push. [That's gonna be a problem to get in.] James started to curse a little, saying an occasional 'fuck' or 'shit'. He began to reach for his painfully hard cock, but I pushed it away. I began to thrust harder, trying to get my knot in him. I was close. My hand went around and I grabbed his cock, squeezing it and pumping it a little.
"Ohhh, fuck yea."
I began to jack him off as I sped my thrusting. I felt my knot go in partway, and James screamed into his hand as it went into his hole. I was humping him now, desperate to get off. I felt my balls tense up, and my pleasure center exploded. I shot hard; James groaned with each jet that hit his prostrate. I jerked him faster, and felt his cock jerk. He shot a good load on my hand. I collapsed on top of him, and turned sideways so he wouldn't suffocate. I licked his cum off my hand, loving the salty-sweet flavor. I felt more joy than I'd ever felt, lying in bed with James stuck to me.
"Thanks love. -kiss- Ahhh, I could lie here forever."
"That was the best sex I've ever had. -pause- You do realize neither one of us is gonna wake up tomorrow in time to call in sick."
"Yeah, but they'll manage without us. I mean, missing one day is nothing right?"
Bloody Hell. 23 pages on Word. This is even longer (2 pages more) than part 6. I hope you liked it.
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For the surprise, here is a sneak peek at the next series I'll work on. I got the idea one night, and didn't wanna lose it so I typed it up for when I finish "Forgive Me". It's sad at the beginning (series-wise), but it should get happier, though I'm not sure where it's gonna go for sure, but I have some ideas. I hope you like it. No promises on actually doing a series on it. And I will probably change things.
Also, Furry Fan: I tried to finish by Friday, but it took one day more. I hope you don't mind the extra wait.
Preview. Working Title: "Fear the Dark"
Darkness. Darkness had become my world. It had enveloped my life, my memories, my soul. For four years, locked in this basement, darkness, pain and fear were all I knew. I knew not comfort, nor love, nor even warmth. I didn't know my age, but I knew I was still young. My body had wasted away from malnutrition; I had barely enough strength to crawl to what little food I was given. The shine in my fur had long since gone; and I had gone from a brilliant black to a dull and dirty gray. I'd forgotten my name long ago. My name was whatever HE called me. I had no family, no friends; only a master, and I hated him. HE had taken me and locked me in this godforsaken place.
I knew I was had a home, a family, friends; all of it was gone. I was HIS plaything. He would laugh as he raped me, often inviting friends to find new ways of causing me pain. Pain was one thing I knew well. Burning, tearing, shooting, clawing; I knew them all, and knew them better than anyone else. I had promised myself not to let my mind rot away, and secretly reading in what little light entered my dungeon made that possible.
When I first arrived, I had prayed day and night for the Lord to save me; I don't know why I still do. I get no solace from it; it was futile. I am condemned to this miserable existence. Hope was an alien concept, as was kindness. Fortune was a rare occurrence; often a lizard that made its' way close enough to provide me an extra meal. I longed for death, yet my body refused to allow me such relief.
I was to die at the hands of a sadist wolf, yet Grace saw it fit to save me at the last moment. I was nearing death; my body cold and my vision slowly blurring. I felt comfort at the fact that I would soon leave this place, but I was not to be so fortunate. I heard crashing above me, and the frantic screaming of several people. The words were too muffled for me to understand, and I waited for death to claim me. I was startled when gunshots reverberated through the air, but I was too weak to move. The door in front of me suddenly burst open, and several uniformed furs burst in, all carrying shields and weapons.
"There's someone down here! Oh dear God! It's a panther. And he's a child!"
The leading fur rushed to me, dropping the shield as he bent down to see me. I did not smile at the soldat. He pulled off his helmet, and I saw he was a young puma, with glossy, golden fur. I see tears forming in his eyes; compassion. I was confused. I had forgotten such things. He reached for something on his belt, and offered it to me. It was water. He put the bottle by my mouth, and I drank from the trickle that was escaping. Such kindness had been far above me. When he bent down to touch me, I crawled away, terrified he was going to beat me. For so long, all the times my master had touched me he'd done so to hurt me. Pain was my constant companion. The puma stopped in his tracks, but didn't pull his hand back. He left it there as if he were inviting me to touch him. I was scared, but I tried to convince myself 'this is not Master, he's not going to hurt me; touch him'. I put forward my shaking paw, slowly narrowing the gap between his and mine. My fingers touched his, and I quickly pulled back in case it was a trap, he remained still. I touched him again, admiring how soft his fur was. To me, it was like the finest silk. I looked up at his eyes; I saw a gentle smile, nothing like the hateful smiles of my master. It wasn't harsh nor predatory. Neither was it forced in any way. It was a genuine smile. I felt warmth spreading through my chest, and my mouth tickled. I was scared; I hadn't felt anything like this as far as I could remember. Then, I realized something; I was smiling too.