The Sweetest Boyfriend Ever
#1 of Strawberry Kisses
Okay, some notes on the characters: Mike is a fiery, slightly egotistical lynx, who happens to be something of a queen. His abilities in combat will be apparent later, while his boyfriend, Anthony, is a big, snuggly grizzly who happens to be into the gothic fashion. There's not a lot of physical detail in here, but I'll be sure to include it later. The nicknames, and who they apply to, I hope is clear enough.
Mike yawned, stretching, and reaching for the the snooze button on the alarm clock. The cat's gray-brown fur was striped with a few lines of black, and beneath his shirt was a snow-white belly. The lithe, young kitty had only just started college, alongside his boyfriend, Anthony; the schedule he had was ridiculous... He had to be up at six, just to get ready. Looking good for the Grizzly wasn't always easy, and he'd better be damned glad to be with someone as close to perfection as Mike. "Note to self", he muttered, lurching out of bed. "Kill Anthony when I have the energy..." The dawn's light was filtering through the curtains, casting a strange glow about the bed room. This glow made Mike feel particularly tired. Those satin, blue sheets did look awfully inviting, and the pillow was comfortable. On the other hand, he was somewhat dedicated to his classes, and he smelled muffins in the other room. Freshly baked muffins: they were his one weakness... strawberry muffins... His mouth watered at the thought... So, Anthony had bought himself some time. However, if Anthony didn't hurry and stick 'it' in the kitty, that time would be cut very short. At first, Mike thought the whole 'waiting' thing was sweet, and that he'd get to have fun toying with the sexy grizzly, but no. Anthony was serious about waiting. "Stupid muffins", he said, taking a large bite, and looking into the living room. The couch was piled with his boyfriend's stuff, considering they were still trying to get him moved into this particular dorm. Okay, so it was mostly just a few family photos, a pillow, a few cd's, and some damned good pictures of 'The Kitty'. He did look good in just about any lighting. That bear was so lucky that Mike was into big guys. "Mmmm... still warm..." Then, he saw the note. "My sincerest apologies, my beloved, but I had to bake the muffins rather quickly if I was to get to class on time. I hope they're still warm, and I'm terribly sorry if they're burnt. Please, forgive me for not being here to give you a proper waking, dear. Happy Birthday, from your Fuzzy Wuzzy, Anthony" The warm, fuzzy feeling of the muffins was starting to get to the fiery kitten. That, or he was blessed with the sweetest boyfriend alive. The muffins... it had to be the muffins... sneaky bastards. **** Anthony's only class for the day had been cancelled, because it seemed the professor couldn't make it. Oh well, that was more time he could give to his Mike. It was the fiesty cat's birthday, and Anthony wanted it to be special for him. That's why he didn't feel awkward purchasing a personal lubricant at the local Wal-Mart. The young tigress behind the register just gave him a mischievious smile, and a wink. THAT made him feel rather odd. The grizzly chuckled slightly, looking down. "Sorry, madam. I'm, uh... I'm gay" "That's cool", she said, shrugging. "So am I. The name's Tabatha", she went on, offering her hand. Anthony shook her hand, gladly. "So, who's the lucky guy?" "Oh...", Anthony struggled to answer, blushing beneath his fur. "My boyfriend, Mike. He and I just started college together, and today is our first day of classes. My only class for today was cancelled, though" "No kidding. What was it?" "Uh... Advanced Literature" "Nice. That's actually why I'm here. I'm supposed to have the same class, so I headed into work early" "Oh, my. Well, I certainly look forward to having class with you" "Same to you, and tell Mike I said Happy Birthday", she replied, giving him yet another wink as he departed. ***** Anthony hurried back to the dorm, praying the fish that he was carrying was the kind that Mike liked. While he had purchased some lubrication, he had no intention of getting condoms, taking into consideration Mike's allergy to latex. He'd also gottin' grape soda, another one of Anthony's favorites. The burly bear couldn't resist getting some more Strawberry muffin mix, and picked up Mike's 'Diva' to boot. The woman was a relatively unknown singer, but Mike positively adored her, and Anthony found her to be rather talented. Yes, perfectly normal purchases... kind of. Mike should come home to a rather pleasant surprise. ***** That was just the class that Mike needed early, to get him psyched about college. Anthony was safe... for now, anyway. He was just lucky his Kitten had gotten fucking Criminal Psychology so early. It also seemed that Anthony was home early, seeing as the lights were on. The strange thing was... the lights weren't their usual golden color. They were pink. A bouqet of roses was on the doorstep. He smelled fish... He could hear a faint, familiar melody inside. Damn. Anthony knew how to throw a birthday party. Openning the door, Mike remembered why he'd fallen in love with Anthony in the first place. Turned out, scented candles had been lit, Evette was playing, and the lights were his favorite color. To top it off, his big, fuzzy wuzzy was looking particularly sexy. He really went all out. How fun it would be to pull those jeans about the bear's ankles, whip his cock out, and give it a good, long sucking. Alternatively, sitting on it could be some damned good fun. "All this for my birthday?", Mike asked, trying very hard not to fling himself at Anthony. He felt he deserved a REALLY big cookie. Fuck that. A VERY long bubble bath. Hell... he deserved both. Of all the days he could pick, Anthony HAD to pick today to be sexy, drop-dead gorgeous. Anthony approached the eager virgin, the sweetest smile plastered to his face. Embracing Mike, the kitty kat noticed that this wasn't the usual snuggly hug. This was a sexy hug. Then came the kiss... Mike was almost shocked when he felt a tongue against his lips. He wasn't complaining, though, he let Fuzzy's tongue right in, and shoved his own tongue down An'ty's throat. Why did they have so many nicknames for one another? More to the point, when the fuck was his sexy man gonna' jerk it out, and put it in? That question would soon be answered, as Anthony lifted him, cradled him, and carried him to the bedroom. There were strawberry kisses the entire way. ***** Once they'd reached the bed, Mike purred affectionatly, snuggling against his lover's large, muscular chest. Even better, the sky had erupted into a flurry of snow, causing the road between the dorm and the school to become too dangerous to go to class. They had all day together. Mike didn't hesitate in tearing off Anthony's shirt, revealing the rippling tower of muscle in all his ursine glory. His brown fur was the perfect, chocolatey color, and his nipple ring reflected light in the most wonderful way. Mike Harris was in complete awe of his partner, who had so gently laid him into the bed. Damn it... pink, silk sheets... Anthony would survive for sure, if he celebrated every birthday like this. Sure, the goth style clothes were sexy, but Mike would prefer him nude. Fuzzy was more than glad to lay with his little kitten, his perfect little blessing. He was also happy to let said blessing undo his pants, and pull them off of him. Now, all that remained covering him was a very large tent. It was at that point that Mike started stripping himself, all the way to his own boxers. Rolling atop Anthony, he crawled until he was face to face with him, and picked up where the kissing left off. He felt a single, behemoth of a paw slide down his back, beneath his underwear, and squeeze his firm, lean behind. Suddenly, that very same paw managed to effortlessly pull the thin layer of fabric from its owner, who gleefully kicked it away. It was then that Mike knew Anthony's skin-tight covering had to go. If one could describe the pleasure that he had from seeing his Fuzzy's member for the first time, then that person could cause the Earth to crumble, and time to stand still. Now, THAT was a tower of flesh. It was like comparing a two-story home to Lady Liberty. He'd get to the balls later, for now he was admiring the cock... and the piercing that protruded. Could the guy be any sexier? Mike hoped so. Afterall, his balls were practically the size of golf balls. He wasn't sure if his mind was exaggerating, but he didn't exactly care. This guy's chiseled body was comparable to Thor, or Hercules. Oh, how hard it was for Mike to contain his girlish squeal. ***** It was Anthony's turn to feast his eyes on Mikey's nether regions. The gorgeous little cat was always adorable, and when he was wearing nothing but a smile, he only became even cuter. He was muscular in his own right, with a lean physique, as opposed to Anthony's own mountain of a body. The bear was delighted when he saw his pretty kitty's full erection, and he chuckled when Mike turned over, and lifted his tail, spreading his... 'cheeks' wide. The tight, puckered hole was inviting, and he was SO glad that he'd bought some quality lubricant. Anthony slapped it onto his own throbbing rod, and then onto Mike's eager ass. "Mike, dearest, are you sure about this?", he gently asked, to confirm his wonderful lover's comfort with the idea of losing his virginity to someone as large as him. Anthony never really thought of himself as huge, but he knew he was a bit larger than average. ***** Mike giggled at his Anthony's silly question. He turned over once again, slowly pushed his bear to his back, and sat on the shaft. It certainly could spread his ass, and he slid back and forth, causing Anthony to squirm, and a slight moan passed Mike's lips. He couldn't take the torture any longer. Sliding forward, until he was sitting just beneath Fuzz's ribcage, he forced himself back, 'til he felt the tip press against his meticulously clean entrance. He bit his quivering lip as he slid back a little further, forcing the meaty pole's head into himself. The young lynx inhaled sharply, as a mixture of pleasure and pain shot through him. Slowly, but surely, he worked his way down the big, pink shaft, until he had the whole thing inside him. There was still a little bit of pain, but it was easily overcome by the pleasure of having his large, sexy boyfriend inside of him, finally. That piercing really hit all the right spots. Looking Anthony in the face, he noticed that his eyes were closed. "Hey, cutie... something wrong?", he asked, trying to keep an affectionate purr out of his voice. "D-did I hurt you?" "Sweetheart, I knew... I knew it would hurt a little bit. I... I'm fine" With just a little bit of encouragement, Anthony lurched forward, causing Mike to lie on his back, with his legs spread wide. Mike could feel him pull out, until even the piercing was barely still inside him. Afterward, he could feel the slow, rythmic thrusting, a slow beat that was becoming torturous. That is, up to the point that Anthony decided to pick up the pace, 'til he was thrusting wildly. Damn, did it feel so good. Strawberry muffins didn't hold a candle to this, and it was evident that the fish would be forgotten. Mike was overcome with euphoria as Anthony writhed inside of him, and he started quivering, himself. With just a little bit of stroking, Mike and Anthony found themselves sprayed with white, salty cat-spunk. That was it. That was all Anthony could handle. He groaned as he released his own rather large load into Mike's warm, tight rear. "Geez...", Mike moaned, breathing heavily. "That was wonderful..." Anthony collapsed on top of him, simply lying there. "It wouldn't have been if I weren't with you" "Oh... we've gotta' do that more often... I love you so much, right now..." "I'll love you forever and always..." They lay there, together, and drifted into a peaceful slumber within each other's arms.