Herdnan- Chapter Seventeen
DISCLAIMER: This chapter in Herdnan contains gay furry male on male sex. If in anyway this revolts you, I suggest that you turn back now as it will not be for you!
Moving on, if you are confused about the characters or what exactly is going on and so forth, I suggest bouncing back and reading the story I'm building here. Just a suggestion at any rate. :) So, without further adieu, the world of Cymaenie in Herdnan awaits. Enjoy!
"Porterhouse steak, cooked medium well with Dale's signature oven roasted mashed potatoes, and fresh vegetables." The waiter said twirling the plate in his hand as he set it before Tundra.
He picked up a second plate from the tray behind him and did the same for Cymaenie. "And for you sir, Italian Chicken parmesan on a bed of homemade noodles, covered in our signature red sauce with fresh steamed broccoli and carrots."
He picked up the soup and salad bowls that had been brought earlier and placed these on the tray set up behind him, and not wasting a movement, produced a parmesan cheese grinder.
Cymaenie nodded and he quickly ground some fresh cheese onto his chicken until he asked the server to stop.
"Alright gentlemen. Will you be needing anything else for your meal?"
"That will be fine for now thank you." Tundra said surveying his plate of food.
Each dish was a work of art that they feared to touch and destroy as it was clear that this was indeed a gourmet establishment.
Cymaenie was the first, carving into the chicken breast on his bed of pasta with his fork and knife and popping the first bite into his maw. The flavors melted into his tongue and made him chirr.
Tundra was soon behind him rolling the juicy and delicious steak around on his tongue. "Well, I can see why this place is so very top rated. My god..." the dog said quickly biting into another bit of the steak.
Cymaenie smiled and twirled some pasta into his mouth, and set his right paw into Tundra's lap. He looked over and murred softly.
They had been sharing interests, stories and many other things about their life over the entire night, at mini golf, in the car and at the first few courses of their meal.
They were both feeling a connection to one another. And to Cymaenie, it was something wonderful that he had not felt with any other fur that he had ever dated in his whole life.
He had heard of love at first sight. However, he had never truly believed in it until this night. At the beginning of the evening, he was feeling skeptical about dating, or trying to date another husky after what had happened between him and Sargaris.
But with Tundra, things just seemed different. Things seemed whole, complete, caring and warm. He hadn't stopped smiling at Tundra the whole evening.
Neither had the husky. Was there something there? Cymaenie was used to knowing the answers to things that came across him. How to hack a WatchDog RG 3450 security system, how to hotwire a car, how to blow a vault.
But when it came to a thing so complex as love, as anyone knows, it is beyond a chart, a diagram or even comprehension.
It didn't really matter. Whatever it was, Cymaenie was glad for it as he felt connection to the husky and everything in the world didn't matter to him. Not one bit.
They continued to talk about things through the rest of the meal in what was very easily known as "sparkling candlelight conversation". Soon, the main course ended and they were feeling very full and content.
Cymaenie decided to spring for dessert and they shared a chocolate cake filled with hot fudge, surrounded by vanilla ice-cream and covered in more fudge and whipped cream.
After this, the server dropped off the bill in a small, neat, black leather bound folder and took away the dishes. Tundra leaned in close to Cymaenie and nuzzled in his chest, wrapping his arms around him and just holding him.
The raccoon smiled, and kissed the top of his head and petted it and held him back for a few minutes until Tundra leaned back up and started reaching for the check.
"Oh no, no, no." Cymaenie said quickly snatching it before he could grab it. "This is totally my treat."
He opened the book and scanned down the check to the total which was 173 dollars and change. He pulled 220 out of his wallet and stuck it in the book and set it aside.
Tundra hadn't noticed his stack of twenties as he was fumbling for his wallet. "How much am I leaving in a tip?"
"Not a thing. I've got it all covered."
Tundra looked at him with surprise. "Are you sure?"
"Wouldn't have picked the place if I wasn't sure. Don't you worry yourself with that. I wanted to show you a fine evening."
The husky leaned in and gave him a deep kiss, pushing his tongue past the raccoon lips. Their first deep kiss. He pulled back gently stroking Cymaenie's cheek ruff. "...and you have done exactly that. More actually. You've made my whole week." The dog blushed a little realizing the forwardness of the kiss in a public place.
Cymaenie chirred savoring the sweetness of the kiss and slid himself out of the booth. Tundra followed and they started heading for the door. George apologized on their way out. Cymaenie stopped, stuffed a twenty in his suit coat pocket, hugged him, slapped him on the back much to his surprise and grabbed his chin and gently shook his head.
"You're just doing your job. Nothing wrong with that. I'll see you around."
Cymaenie winked and followed Tundra outside. He stretched, drumming his full belly and handed the valet a ticket. He ran off to the parking lot and returned very shortly there after and jumped out of the car.
Cymaenie gave it a quick look over stuck him another twenty and got in the car.
"Thank you sir and have a wonderful night!" he said beaming.
The raccoon waved, shifted into first and roared off down the driveway to the street and turned out, heading back.
He glanced at his watch and saw that it was shortly after one in the morning. He merged back onto the expressway heading south and opened the car up on the four deserted southbound lanes.
They had some quiet idle chatter on the ride home and were back at Tundra's building in about 35 minutes. Cymaenie rolled to a stop in a parking space and killed the lights, tugged up the emergency brake and got out of the car with it still grumbling.
He walked the husky up to his door and here they stopped again in the gentle silence of the night, much like how it had first started.
Tundra pulled out his keys and played with them.
"Cymaenie... I really did have the most wonderful time tonight. One that has not been shown to me in quite a long time. I just really wanted to thank you for everything."
"No, the thanks is all mine to you."
There was another pause and Cymaenie looked around aimlessly unsure of what to do now. His ears swiveled as he heard the keys hit the pavement below and Tundra was on him.
Their maws locked and opened, letting their tongues press into each other, slide around and roll over each other. Cymaenie let himself be pushed back against the wall, where he was certain that his back had pushed at least four or five buttons on the call box.
He didn't care... he ran his paws around the husky and rubbed the back of his head with one and Tundra's back with the other.
He got a little aggressive with the dog and gently squeezed his ass and rubbed his paws all over his back again, gently skritching him through his shirt.
They slid sideways and fell and crashed into the flower garden next to the wall and kept kissing, sucking and feeling every inch of the other.
Ordinarily, this would have made Cymaenie nervous, but he felt such a close connection to this wonderful furson, that everything that was happening just felt right.
This passionate wrestle in the flowers lasted for another five minutes or so until they finally stopped, both panting, Cymaenie in the flowers and Tundra on top.
Their shirts were half removed and Cymaenie's button on his shorts had been undone. They looked at each other momentarily, the only sound was that of the grumbling exhaust on Cymaenie's Chevy.
"Did you want to come up for some... coffee?" Tundra asked with a smile.
He waited to hear the voice inside his head scream "NO!". But it was silent, his inner self nodding vigorously.
He nodded. "I'd love some coffee. Let me go turn my car off."
"Okay." Tundra said wagging his tail.
"I need you to let me up first." He giggled.
The husky jumped, realizing that he was indeed, on top of the coon. "I guess that would help."
Cymaenie got up, dusted the dirt off of himself and fixed his shorts and quickly jogged over to his car and turned off the ignition, locked it up and ran back.
Tundra smoothed his shirt out and picked up his keys from the ground and unlocked the front door. Cymaenie followed him in and through the inner door to the staircase.
"You up for hoofing it up the stairs or did you want to take the elevator?"
"After that meal? Stairs." That wasn't the real reason at all. He just wanted to follow Tundra up the stairs and watch his tight, cute butt sway as he climbed four flights of stairs.
At the top, they walked down a wide, well lit hallway to the first door on the right with large numbers that read, 4B. He unlocked the knob and the deadbolt and opened the door.
Cymaenie entered the dark apartment followed by Tundra who clicked on the lights to reveal his pad.
It was very modern inside, with a clean floor plan opening up in the foyer area to a kitchen, dining room and living room with no partitions save for the kitchen by countertop.
White carpet ran from the door to the exterior wall where ceiling to wall glass windows opened up to reveal the night outside, palm trees, part of the nearby city which ended abruptly at the river winding its way through Herdnan.
He had low white couches in the living room in front of a glass coffee table and a flat screen TV. The dining room had a wood floor, glass dining room table and high backed chairs also sharing the same window view as that of the living room.
He nodded at the nice clean pad.
Tundra closed the door and locked it and Cymaenie turned, welcoming him back into his arms. The husky ran into them and wrapped his own around the raccoon, and again their lips met and they kissed deeply.
He heard Tundra murr in his snout as they kissed and rubbed their paws all over each other, slowly making their way to one of the couches unknowingly.
Cymaenie backed up into it, lost his balance and tumbled over the arm into the cushions, where Tundra fell with him on top.
This didn't even deter them for a moment. Cymaenie pushed his paws up Tundra's shirt, and felt over his hidden, well defined body tone. He chirred back into the dog's mouth and gently squeezed his nipple.
Tundra murred again pressing into Cymaenie, where upon he pushed the raccoon's shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside. He looked over the white torso and murred again licking his chest before moving down to his nipples and gently chewing on his left.
A wave of pleasure swept over Cymaenie and he found himself chirring constantly throughout the moment. He was completely at ease, which only made the instant that much more wonderful.
He pushed the shirt up and off of Tundra revealing his white furry chest and sexy, toned definition. Tundra sat up and pulled Cymaenie up out of the couch into his lips where they kissed deeply again.
He took the lead of their embrace as they started making their way towards a hallway where his bedroom was, freeing up one paw and unfastening the belt and pulling it from the loop on Cymaenie's shorts.
Cymaenie returned the favor sliding down Tundra's black nylon shorts and feeling over his exposed butt, and from what he could tell, most of a jock strap he was wearing.
"Mmm." He murred back, feeling over the waist strap.
They were almost to the door and he found himself wishing that they would just sprint to the bedroom. He was excited, and starting to grow.
Tundra must have felt it and in the kiss said with a level of suggestiveness, "Hmm... I wonder what this is..." he rubbed over the raccoon's crotch. "Must be contagious..."
Cymaenie felt the dog's swell press into him as he unbuttoned his shorts again, pulling down the zipper. He pressed Tundra against the door, where he slid his shorts down and off his legs, kicking them to the floor somewhere.
Tundra reached and turned the handle on the door, popping them into the bedroom, pushing his down and kicking them away, pressing his now very hard member into Cymaenie's.
Now it was his turn to fall as he crashed into the side of his bed and tumbled backwards with Cymaenie.
Cymaenie pulled back from the kiss and looked at Tundra with a warm smile on his face, and a sexy look in his eyes. He pressed his wood into the dogs, and gently grinded them together.
He pushed himself back up and Tundra slid himself fully onto the bed. He was wearing a tight black jock strap, with his hard member clearly outlined in the pouch.
Cymaenie wasn't any less revealing in his yellow bikini briefs, his member nearly poking out of the top. He adjusted himself to the side, then crawled over the dog and kissed him, laying on chest.
He did a quick scope of the room using his keen peripheral vision and was put at ease when he found no names and numbers scattered around, no jumbo container of lube, and no case of condoms.
Tundra gently rubbed his chin and scratched his head. "I have a... confession to make Cy."
"What's that?"
Tundra seemed troubled to say it, but Cymaenie nuzzled into his neck and pet his head gently. "You can tell me. It's alright. What's on your mind?"
"Well... I'm embarrassed to say this, but I've only recently discovered that I was gay... and I've never done anything with another male..." he said.
"Well, I suppose that I should tell you... I'm the same way. I've never done anything with another male either. I guess we're both going to be new to this."
Tundra smiled wrapping his arms around Cymaenie. "I think I'm falling in love."
Cymaenie was touched by this. "I think I am to." He said kissing Tundra. "Let's not spoil anything then by going to fast."
"I agree." The husky said nodding his head.
"However..." Cymaenie said lifting himself off of the dog and sliding down between his legs. He kissed the wood pressing into the scant black material.
His mind was whizzing now. He had never done this to his knowledge. Skreft had relieved himself in his muzzle, but this would be the true first time. It made him nervous, excited and eager all at the same time.
He pressed his nose into the husky's bulging sac and took a deep breath of his scent and it made him drip pre into his own underwear. Tundra lifted his head to look at the raccoon between his legs.
"What are you..." he started to ask when Cymaenie slid his tongue over the stiff member in the jock, making the husky murr loudly and squirt some of his own pre into his jock.
Cymaenie licked up the salty substance and instantly wanted more. He rubbed Tundra's balls gently causing him to softly moan as his knot formed and the coon sucked on his cock, soaking the jock in his drool.
There was a wave of ecstasy washing over Tundra, making him dig his black claws into the mattress. "Oh god... that feels..." was all he could say as the procyon pulled the material to the side and pulled his 7 inches of husky meat out.
Cymaenie took a deep breath, finding his mouth salivating as he slid his lips over the dog's cock head and taking the whole length down to his knot.
The husky was clearly enjoying it, and so was Cymaenie much to his surprise as he started bobbing up and down on the rod, adding one paw to the equation to jerk him as well, his other sliding up his thigh and massaging his heavy, thick, furred sac.
Tundra let out a loud moan at the attention, digging into the mattress with his fingers, and starting to pant. "Cy... Cymaenie... I'm... I... getting... close..." he panted out as he continuously murred, his chest heaving as his climax was very quickly approaching.
Cymaenie's paw wrapped firmly around his knot, and focused on stroking that while he added just a touch of his teeth. That was all that it took.
Tundra bucked, sinking his claws into the bed, and let out a howl as his balls contracted and his cum rushed out and up his shaft.
Cymaenie wasn't quite sure what to expect, and the hot dog juice hitting the back of his throat surprised him at first, he relaxed, continuing his bobbing as more gushes flew out of Tundra and into his maw.
It was an interesting taste to say the least. Unlike anything he had ever tasted. Salty, sticky and warm. He liked it a lot and continued to milk the husky, swallowing the full maw he had and pushing out the last few drops and licking them away.
He slid his mouth off tenderly and smiled, his own rod dripping pre out of the underwear and onto the bed, begging for attention. Tundra panted heavily as Cymaenie slid the underwear back over the husky's softening member.
The dog looked up at him and pulled him down to another deep kiss, where he tasted himself. He pushed Cymaenie over and rolled, putting him on top.
"That was amazing. Let me show you what I mean."
Tundra did the same move as the raccoon and licked up the pre from the underwear, and sucked it out, then he pulled down the band and slid the underwear partly down his legs, freeing up his member.
He was just as nervous, but tasting his own cum in the heat of the moment, and now smelling the coon's scent made him want his own maw-full.
He dropped to the gray raccoon cock and took it all down to the base, using plenty of his dog drool, and quickly started bobbing.
It had been so long since Cymaenie had gotten off. He knew he wasn't going to last long. And he wasn't. He knew it. Two wonderful minutes into the dog's maw wrapped around his member, exploring it with his tongue and he was just as hot and excited as Tundra was, and his climax was rushing quickly to meet him.
"I want it... give me your seed. Don't make me give you the dog begging look." He said coming up for a moment.
Cymaenie couldn't answer. His sac contracted and he was moaning loudly as he began spraying into Tundra's maw, gush after gush of his sticky coon sauce finding its way into the dog's throat.
Soon he was spent and panting. Tundra cleaned him up with his tongue and replaced his underwear, crawling over the raccoon and laying down on top of him.
"This has been the most wonderful evening of my entire life."
"As it has been for me as well." Cymaenie didn't want the night to ever end.
"Then maybe we can have many, many more just like it." Tundra said pulling the covers back on the other side of the bed and nodding to them with his head pushing himself up off of Cymaenie.
The raccoon rolled over and slid his legs and tail under the covers while the husky pulled back the blankets and crawled in next to Cymaenie.
He rolled over and put his arm around Tundra and kissed him. "Then let us do exactly that."
Tundra murred softly as he clicked off the bedside light shrouding the room in darkness, rolled back and wrapped his paws around Cymaenie. "I would like that."
They held each other with smiles on each other's face all night long both truly happy for the first time in their lives.