Gutter Punks Pt.1- Rainbows and Piercings
******Hiya all :hugs everyone: here is another story by me, DarkWolfie, umm... I hope it doesn't totally suck, I think I did an okay job, which really isn't saying that much, hehe. I don't exactly know where this story is going, but when it gets there please let me know, hehe. I often just write and write and then I read it and either its shit or its good, I have a really weird way of writing. I have no structure or anything, no outline. I just write out of feeling and see where it goes, I get one sentence in my head, and I write a whole poem or story from just that. Its kind of a weird way of writing, its kind of exciting, because you don't really know what is going to happen, whether its gonna suck or not.
******This story deals with homeless underage gay punks engaging in actions that are of a more adult nature whether it's really sexual or not. So if homosexual relationships disgusts you then...go jump off a bridge...err, I mean then don't read this. Hehe. Well, see ya, enjoy.
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I'm a gay 17-year-old anarchist wolf in a very small backwards town. I don't have a home; my parents kicked me out a year ago for being gay. Funny thing is I'm actually happier now than I was when I was living at home, listening to my folk's bitch about how fucked up it is that wolves are mixing with dogs and shit, they are so backwards and Christian. I was gonna run away anyways, they just gave me a true reason, my dad was about to beat me so I locked myself in my room and grabbed some stuff and shoved it all in a back pack and left out my window.
I wear a pair of tight black jeans covered in patches, and a black sleeveless Limp Wrist shirt (they are a gay hardcore punk band) on the back of my shirt is an anarchist circled A. I also have rainbow freedom rings around my neck on a chain. I have a long mohawk that reaches my mid back. It's never spiked though, for one thing its far too long and I don't have any gel or glue or hairspray. I have CDs and sowing stuff in my backpack, I rarely use my CD player because I like to conserve the batteries. I also have a hooded sweat jacket that has patches and pins on it as well, in my backpack. I don't have shoes, though I prefer it that way. I like having dirty paws, I always have. I know it sounds weird, but I like it. I've always loved to go barepawed. I never wear shoes anywhere.
My parents never even tried to look for me. I've been getting help from fellow anarcho-peace punks; there are a lot of nice people in the punk scene. And I was surprised to see how many punks were in this town. Most are homeless because nobody accepts them. But some have jobs and houses, not everyone turns away a fur just because they look a little different, but, alas, most do.
One might consider me a squatter, but not really, since I don't live illegally in a house. But I did for a few months, and then I left because the police raided the place and I ran for my life, some furs were arrested. Oh, that is another thing. The cops in this town are real dicks. I mean there are no good cops, not really, though they aren't as bad as those fucks up in the white house and those killers in the army. But enough of that, I want to tell you a story. This story is quite unique, for it isn't your normal love story. Its not your typical boy meets girl, they fall in love and go on to get married and have a wonderful life, this story is quite different. To some it up: Boy meets boy, boys are punk, living on the streets. Sounds fun, huh. This story ends in tragedy, so I must warn those who don't like to be sad, cry, or read sad things not read this. But if you do like to read sad things, or you just don't care then go on and read my story of love, freedom, and tragedy.
It was a warm autumn day. The sun was shining through the trees and beating down on me with its dim orange radiance. It was late after noon. I was in the park lying on a bench and then I heard a voice, "Cool, you like Limp Wrist?" then I looked up to see where the voice is coming from. Then I see the cutest looking Meerkat boy. He stands at about 5'5", about the same as me. Then I timidly nod, as I am lost in his radiant hazel eyes that shimmer in the dim light of the setting sun. He is almost skinnier than I am. His barepaws look as dirty as mine. His tight blue jeans hug his lithe legs snuggly and show a little bulge at his crotch, where my eyes linger for a bit then I look up at the rest of him. He wears a tight black t-shirt with a peace sign on the front, and he wears a backpack. He has long brown hair that reaches his mid back, almost as long as my mohawk. He smiles and I blush.
I sit up and smile at him, "Sorry, I was just daydreaming. My name is Timmy Star. What's yours?" I put out my paw and he shakes it.
"Hi, Timmy. I'm Laurence. But most just call me Laur." He sits next to me, quite close. My gray fur becomes a little bit darker on my cheeks. He seems to have noticed my blush and I smile nervously. "Are you blushing? Don't be afraid. I won't bite. Unless you want me too." We both giggle. If I didn't know any better I would say that he was hitting on me. Then he changes the subject. "So how old are you?"
"17, on the streets for about a year now." I proceed to tell him what happened and why I'm on the streets and then he tells me the same happened to him. He was only 16 he's been on the streets since about 5 months ago.
"Wow we have a lot in common." He says. Then he smiles.
"Are you trying to come on to me?" I ask, blushing.
"Why yes I am. Is that bad?" he smiled. "I could tell you were gay by your necklace btw, even before you told me why you were kicked out. Umm... can I kiss you?"
"Here? Now?"
"Yeah."
Then I nodded and leaned forward and our moist lips touch. And a feeling of pure joy shot through my body and I know I love this boy. I put my arms around him and tears come to my eyes. I pull my lips away from his, and wipe my eyes, "That was amazing." We smile and we start to walk up a hill. Then we stop and lie on the grass and watch the sun set. "I love the sunset. I watch it almost every night. It's so beautiful, like you." I blush and so does he, "Its like death, in a way. Some people fear the darkness but you don't have to as long as you live everyday like it's the last. Because life is the only thing we really have." Laur smiles and kisses my cheek.
"So, I guess we are a couple now, huh?" I nod and kiss him again. We both look out upon the setting sun smiling out of joy of being near each other. It's almost hard to believe that we just met, and I love him so much, its like we have known each other forever.
There is just a sliver of sun left and the clouds hanging heavy in the sky are a vibrant pinkish color. It's mesmerizing, I smile and say, "Its so beautiful, like you..." I blush, as he says, "No, like you." And we both kiss as the sun lowers behind the mountains and we hold each other in our arms. Then in the dimming blue darkness of dusk we fell asleep.
A shiver ran down my spine, and it woke me up. I turned over on my side as Laur laid next to me. He looked so peaceful when he slept, like his life was perfect. He looked like an angel, if I believed in such things. I looked up at the sky and thought about my life. I'm only 17 and I'm living on the streets. But some how I feel like its all gonna get better, now that I've found this Meerkat, or more precisely he found me.
I roll over onto my side and run my paw through his long hair brown hair, even with all the knots in it, its still silky smooth. He twitches and his eyes open, "Hey, hun. What time is it?" I look at the old watch I have in my backpack, and tell him the time. "Wow, its 11:00 already, I was supposed to meet someone. Wanna come?"
"Of course." I say with a smile. And we hop to our feet. "Oh, there is a show tonight, I'm gonna go, and I was wondering if you wanted to?"
He nodded, "Who's playing?"
"Violet Youth, Fucked for Life, and Friendly Fire. Violet Youth are friends of mine we get in for free. Though most shows around here allow free entry for squatters. It's at 6 PM, at The Vortex. It's a pretty cool place."
"Cool, I like Fucked for Life, and I've heard a few songs by Violet Youth, they're pretty good. I've also heard good things about Friendly Fire; it should be a pretty fun show. But right now we have to get over to my friend's place. He lives in an old abandoned house on the outskirts of town with a few other punks. We should hurry."
We started walking with out talking. Our paws were just inches away. His tan fur brushed the gray fur of my hands. His black fingers grazed my gray fingers. Then he grabbed a hold of my paw. His right paw was intertwined with my left paw. The warmth of his lithe paw in my paw sent waves of pleasure up my arm. It was wonderful. I turned to him as we walked and smiled, he smiled back.
As we reached the outskirts of town I laughed silently. You see, the police in our town are really lazy and real dick heads. They patrol the downtown more than anything, and almost completely leave the outskirts of town alone. But, boy if you get in there way at all they'll come down hard on you. And even if you are obviously innocent, and you say so they'll get really pissed and get even more mean. Its funny 'cause some of them are anthro pigs, those are the ones that really get mean, and if you call them pigs they'll get really pissed, though some just laugh and say yeah, but still they are dicks.
"There's the house." we walk in and we are greeted by a bunch of guys and 4 girls. There are more people than Laur said there would be. Everyone is really nice to me, Laur introduces me and I shyly say hello and wave at everyone. Some said things like nice hair or nice shirt and I smile. Then Laur walks over to a tall tiger with long liberty spikes, probably used glue to get his hair to stand like that. And he had on jeans, which were tucked into old worn out combat boots, which looked like he had had them for centuries. A black worn out buttoned up jeans jacket covered in patches and wholes adorned his upper body. He had piercing in his tail and ears, mostly safety pins, but there were some little silver and black hoops.
They spoke a bit and they hugged. I didn't really get jealous though, it was more of a friend hugged. However, it did have the qualities of a gay hug. Oh, fuck; I hope I'm not the jealous type. After I thought about that for a bit I looked back up at Laur and the tall kitty, and the cat handed him a brown paper bag. Laur looked inside and smiled. I could tell what it was. It was pot. I smiled to myself.
I do like a few straight-edge (meaning you don't do drugs, smoke cigs, or drink at all) bands, but I myself am not straight edge. So I anticipated what Laur and me had planned for the contents of that brown bag.
Then Laur walked up to me and smiled at me and told me what was in the bag then I said I know, and he laughed. After we said goodbye to everyone a few girls hugged me, and then Laur took my paw and I could see the disappointed faces of the girls, one was a panther and the other was a vixen. I smiled at them and they laughed.
After we left the house we walked for a bit. "So, when are we gonna get faded?" we both laughed and I looked at the time, "Its about 4:30, you wanna just go over to The Vortex. It's right around here; we're actually pretty close. We could smoke in an ally near the place." Laur agreed and we were off.
We found an old ally way behind The Vortex. There was trash everywhere, and it smelled like piss. But none of it fazed me. Laur pulled the baggy out of his back pocket, he had tossed away the brown baggy and just had the transparent green pot filled dime baggy, I giggled as I looked at his ass, he had a pretty nice ass, and I noticed a few piercing in his tail. I probably could never do that; my fur is too bushy, especially on my tail. But him being a Meerkat he had pretty short hair on his tail. Then he took out an old looking pipe and a Zippo lighter out of his little black backpack. He packed a bowl and we smiled at each other.
We smoked like 6 bowls. We nearly finished the entire baggy; we saved some for later though. When I handed the pipe back to him on my last puff, on our last bowl. He said, "Kiss me after this last puff." I smiled and after he inhaled deeply I pressed my lips against his and our mouths opened. The warm smoke flowed into my muzzle and I inhaled then I gave it back to him. He gave it back to me once more and our lips parted and I exhaled.
"That was awesome and it made the hit so much stronger. Where did you learn that?" I kissed his cheek and we sat in the alley against a wall.
He smiled, "Well, I had a boyfriend along time ago and he taught me that, it was always our thing, even when we were smoking with other people we did that at the end of every smoke out. Its great, huh?" I nodded again.
My head was swimming in a misty haze of pot and love for Laur. It was amazing. I got closer to him and placed my paw on his crotch. "So, how big are you?" I laughed as he blushed. Pot or beer always makes me more talkative.
"Umm.... About 6 ½, you?" he smiled and we both laughed.
I blushed and smiled, "I'm about the same." Then he got closer to me and put his paws on the back of my head and ran his fingers through my long mohawk. His lips crushed softly against mine and he slid his tongue in, and I opened my muzzle and he slid his tongue all the way in, as did I.
He lowered his paw down to my pants and undid my zipper. I did the same. We were already hard and I wanted to touch him, to feel him, to prove to him that I do love him. I reached into his tight blue jeans and pulled his hard cock member out. He did the same. I murred and ended the kiss and put a finger up to his mouth and made a hushing sound. Then I lowered my head to his crotch. I licked the head of his hard member and savored the salty taste. His hard cock was engulfed in my hungry muzzle. I began to bob up and down and suck harder. I could hear him moaning as I used my tongue to play with it in my mouth as I sucked harder. His penis pulsated in my mouth and that made me even harder. Muffled moans escaped my mouth sending vibrations through my muzzle I could tell this stimulated him because I could hear him moan more.
Then he took hold of my hard pulsing cock and started to paw me off. I could feel my orgasm coming and I could tell he was close as well. Then with a little squeak and a moan he started to cum in my mouth. White hot ropes of Meerkat seed splashed against my throat and I guzzled it down, I made sure none of it dripped from my muzzle. Then I began to shoot my seed all over the asphalt. My cock pulsed and shook in his paw and I was done. I lifted my head up and kissed him. We both laughed, "Wow, I taste good." he said.
"Yes you do." I smiled and we zipped up our pants and laid in each other's arms and smiled as we closed our eyes basking in the after glow.
Then I looked at my watch. "It's 5:50. You wanna go?" he nodded and kissed me and I kissed him back. We hopped to our feet and began to walk out of the alley way and into the dimming autumn sun. With our paws held we both smiled and each other and walked toward the line of punks, most were squatters. Spikes and mohawks, rainbows and piercing, leather and jeans, it was a wonderful display of diverse people. My thoughts jumped to what may happen during the show, thoughts of kissing in the pit and screaming out the lyrics to the songs with Laur. I was finally completely happy. The warm dim sunlight washed over us and the other punks and I felt a feeling of togetherness. One thing the punk scene has in this town is a good sense of community; everyone is really nice to each other. I wondered if this happiness would last forever.
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******Well that is chapter one, I hope to get chapter 2 up within the next month or so, I'm really slow at this, though this chapter only took me a few days, writing more of any story is a real push for me, but I really like this one so I shall try. All of the band names in this is made up (except for the name Limp Wrist, they are a pretty good gay hardcore band I saw them a few weeks ago) Violet Youth is actually a name I made up for a hardcore band I wanna start, the only problem is that I don't have anyone to start it with. This story is a complete work of fiction. I'm not a gutter punk, but I used a to have a few friends that were, well they were more like acquaintances. And I see other gutter punks at shows. I did smoke pot for a while a few years ago, so that part is kinda true. I've never given a guy a BJ in an alley. Well, I should go now, for I am running out of things to say, so good day my loyal subjects. Hehe. No, my ego isn't that big, I know you all hate me. :Laughs and hugs everyone: well, see ya >^.^< [email protected]