Stangers, Parties and Booze
#4 of Teenagers
Why had Tom abandoned him with Wyatt like that? And why had Wyatt left as soon as he had been asked a simple question?
His left pocket suddenly exploded with noise as his phone began ringing. Dylan almost dropped the device as he snatched it hurriedly from his pocket.
A thought occurred. Would Tom have invited him to this party if Theo hadn't told him that he was gay? And, come to think of it, why was Tom being so nice?
His mind flashed back to how Tom usually acted at school. No... it didn't seem likely...
"Hello?"
"I don't know what to say... help me out, would you?" Theo almost whispered back.
A short time before Monday Dylan had thought Theo was perfect in every way. He had been hot, sweet, sexy and very romantic... but it went to show that everybody, no matter how perfect they seem, has their faults. Dylan had found a big one in Theo, it seemed. It was difficult to trust him.
"Didn't people make fun of you when you came out?" Dylan asked at Thursday lunch.
But the question of whether he had screwed up his relationship with the cheetah defiantly worried him...
"You want me to pick you up tomorrow night?" Tom asked on the bus that Friday whilst they were being taken home.
It was Saturday. The party that evening was getting closer and closer, but there was still no word from Theo. He hadn't rang once since Monday, and Dylan was beginning to wonder if their relationship really was over... he'd completely screwed it up with him, it seemed.
He was so confused... at one point he nearly broke into a stream of tears, caused by the depression this relationship was bringing to him. How was he supposed to trust his love and care to somebody he didn't think he could trust?
He wished he'd never agreed to go to this party... he wouldn't fit in...
And, as he predicted, he hadn't fit in. As soon as the door opened and whispers of 'Who's that?' followed his every step he knew that he'd wasted his time.
For the hundredth time in his life, he simply growled and avoided eye contact.
"Where you leaving?" Wyatt asked.
Dylan hated the taste. He wanted to gag every time he swallowed it, but managed to resist. The upside, however, was that Wyatt seemed to know a lot more people at this party than he did.
After his first beer, Wyatt got him a second. By this time he wanted to say no, but something in the back of his head told him to grab it anyway.
And the fourth...
"Goin' to toilet... two seconds!" Wyatt pushed Dylan off of his lap and, with difficulty, rose to his feet.
"Wyyyatt?" Dylan called, opening yet another door. It was a bedroom. Wyatt was lying on the bed, his eyes closed. "Hey! Wake up!"
Dylan didn't quite know how it had happened... it had most likely been because he had never drunk alcohol before, and hadn't been sure what to expect. Horniness and carelessness never occurred to him. It might have been because he considered his relationship with Theo over, and was incredibly lucky to know someone else who he had grown quite close to. Or it was a mix of the two. Either way, Wyatt eagerly kissed back. Both of them somehow surpassed the emotional barriers and clasped each other very tightly, bodies entwining, tails curling around each other, and tongues lapping freshly together.
As they had briefly snapped to their senses, Wyatt pulled his face away from Dylan's and stared at him, both breathless, and grinned.
"Forget it... not our house..." the tiger mumbled, pushing the two of them back together again. It was true... they could make as much mess as they wanted together. Dylan licked the bottom of Wyatt's neck, purring and mewing quietly as his tongue slid across Wyatt's slick, yet fairly thick, orange fur. It was incredibly smooth.
The simple touch of Wyatt soft, sensitive fur was enough to send Dylan into another kissing frenzy. Tongue met tongue, yet again, and all the while his left paw tugged Wyatt's shirt upwards whilst his right continued exploring his chest and stomach. Wyatt pulled back for a second, allowing his shirt to pass over his head and onto the floor. Dylan looked down at the tiger's body.
"You're so..." Dylan began, but Wyatt kissed him again.
"You're cute..." Wyatt mumbled.
The backed off slightly, eyes closed, whilst Dylan began greedily licking his chest. A pleasurable chill shot down his spine, so he couldn't stop himself grabbing Wyatt's cock with one hand. Larger than his and as hard as rock. Impressive...
He didn't waste any time either. He dived down Wyatt's entire length, engulfing the lot, resisting the urge to choke as it slid down his throat. Why did he love doing this so much? Wyatt growled, placing both paws on Dylan's back to encourage him. Dylan rocked his head back and forwards rhythmically, his tongue sliding and dancing around Wyatt's length.
Dylan curled one paw around Wyatt's waist and squeezed his left butt cheek, soaking up every ounce of the tiger that he could. With his second paw, he began to jack himself off, unable to contain himself in this situation. Any thoughts of shame or regret were lost. He was too busy jacking off, sucking off and feeling Wyatt's butt to care about being gay anymore. Time to stop ignoring it... he felt more like embracing it now.
"You're so good at that..." Wyatt panted, and made a movement as though he were about to kiss Dylan again.
Wyatt scooped Dylan's cum off his stomach and licked it off his paw, before joining him on the bed.
Dylan wasn't sure if he fell asleep or not. He was so drunk that he could hardly remember anything. Either way, he had no idea what happened next. Oddly enough, not a single thought of Theo entered his mind as the two of them curled happily together.
Meh, not my best work, but not bad either. ^_^ I've never been great at writing a long series... I always get bored and move on to the next one o.o but, hey, people seem to like them. So... look out for the next!