Tyrin1
#1 of Tyrin
Warning, gay smut.
Tyrin,
"I don't get it, how do you get every single fem to hang from you in class?" Tyrin, my complete opposite in colour, and just about everything else, turned around to smile at me. His glossy white coat was probably the reason they all flocked to him, where as my dark coat made me seem brooding.
"I don't do anything special Lyso, it's just how it is." I snorted.
"Sure, sure, you wouldn't be stealing all the girls from me just for the hell of it. I mean, it's not like you're sadistic. At least I hope you're not." Tyrin smiled again, his face a picture of beauty. Too many times I've wondered if Tyrin was gay, but the sheer amount of females around him had to be a flag for something.
I turned my back on him, lugging my backpack over my shoulder. "Well, I'll see you at home when you're done here." my only reply was the giggles of the fems behind me. For just a moment, I felt a flicker of rage that was directed solely at Tyrin, then it was gone.
"Justin, I'm back" I heard the door close as Tyrin finally entered our apartment. He was three hours late. "Justin?"
"In my room." I heard him coming down the short hallway before he knocked on my door.
"Justin..?" He opened the door, blinking in the darkness. "Justin?" He flicked the light switch on, and that's when he saw me. I watched his face go through a small range of emotions before that calm face he always wore came back.
I rolled over upon my supposed bedding upon the floor. It's impossible for me to fall asleep in a bed, and whenever I do I get massive backpain, so I sleep on the floor. Tyrin ducked back out of my room, and came back, a rustling sound following him. He dropped his bedding into my room, then brought in food.
"I got Macca's by way of apology." I stared up at him from my bedding.
"Why are you apologising?" He set a brown paper bag by the top of my pillow, and set another to the left of me, at about the same height. He then set his bedding out next to mine.
"Well, I'm home three hours later than usual, and I know how you don't like me staying out late at night."
I rolled over and ignored him. "You can do whatever you want, we're not married or anything, we're just roommates." I heard a soft thunk as he dropped onto the floor, his bedding muffling the sound. I froze as an arm wrapped over my back.
"What if I wanted us to be married?" I shrugged his arm off.
"Yeah right. Quit playing around and go back to your room. I'm not in the mood for games." The arm returned, this time he pressed himself bodily against me, the only reason our bodies weren't touching is because he was wearing clothes, and I was wrapped in my blanket.
"Who says I'm playing?" I whirled on that.
"Damn it Tyrin would you ju-" Tyrin grabbed my face and kissed me. "Urgh." Tyrin's tongue entered my mouth, and I was just too shocked to do anything. Several seconds went by as Tyrin pleasured himself, using my mouth as a stimulous. When he was finally done, he leaned back and smiled at me.
"I said I wasn't playing." The smile on his face was more peaceful than usual. "How was your first gay kiss?"
I turned away from him, grabbed my bag, and fished inside for my burgers. I unwrapped one and almost inhaled it. Three bites, and it was in my stomach. The second one lasted four bites, the fries went down in seven, then I swam in the coke that was in the small container behind the bag. The only thing running through my mind, was the fact that Tyrin had just kissed me.
"Justin..?" Tyrin's arm came around my middle, this time I froze at the contact, wondering what to do. Do I shove him away and destroy our friendship, or do I let him down gently? My mind was a mess as I pondered the situation, leaving Tyrin to edge closer to me.
"Justin, please, I want you to use me." Okay, that caught my attention. I looked at him, raising a single eyebrow. That peaceful expression was still there. "Please, use me. Fuck me, abuse me, just please use me Justin."
"Are you on drugs or something?" Tyrin shook his head slowly, the peaceful expression slipping.
"Ever since I laid eyes on you I wanted you. I know you're straight, I know you hate me for being popular with women, but the only one I want is you. I don't care if you use me when you want to, just so long as I stay with you. I've made sure you're well fed whenever it was my turn, and I've kept everything clean. I just want you to be with me for as long as possible."
"Tyrin, you're fucked in the head." He nodded.
"Probably, but I still want you. I don't care if you do nothing at all sexual with me, so long as you keep me as your roommate, I'll be happy." Tyrin's face went back to peaceful as he moved closer to me, his face rubbing into my chest. "Please keep me Justin, I only want to be with you."
I debated that internally. On one side, he was gay, or at least bi. On the other side, he stole a kiss from me. I suppose if I was going to use him, there was no better time than now. Especially seeing as what he'd just done had gotten me hot and heavy. I was straining under the blankets, and even I could smell my own musk. There was no way Tyrin couldn't smell it too.
"Please Justin."
"Allright!" I rolled over onto my back, grabbed Tyrin, and forced him to sit ontop of me. The left side of Tyrin's mouth twitched slightly, then he sank into my body, his arms coming up my sides as he leaned down.
"Thank you..." He placed a kiss on my right nipple, then my left, then he started kissing his way down my body, shifting backwards untill my hardon stopped him from moving further.
"Stop." Tyrin stopped, his eyes focused upon me with such a hungering, yearning look that I was suprised I'd never seen it before. I mean, I'd lived with him for years, going to the same college as him, and not once had I ever noticed this look.
"Please Master." I felt the grin before the words even registered. Okay then, if he wanted to be used, I was going to use him. Hopefully this was just a phase, and nothing more would be said about it in the morning. Tonight though, I was going to do as he asked. I was going to use and abuse him untill he cried for mercy, then maybe I'd stop.
"Remove your clothes, then pose for me." Without even a second thought, he got up and undressed. The shirt was pulled apart, and his pants came off faster that I'd even though possible. He didn't have any underwear on, and his sheath was thick and full with a cock just waiting to burst out. I knew the feeling, after having forced it upon myself several times during classes as one of the fem teachers bent over abruptly.
I hesitated now. This was something I wasn't prepared for. He was actually willing to go through with this. I felt like I didn't even know him at all.
"Bend over backwards, supporting yourself with one hand, while you use the other to finger your tailhole." Tyrin bent backwards, shoving his sheath at me as he complied. His right hand was splayed upon the floor to support his weight as his left hand pressed and teased at his tailhole. My hardon got harder as he gently spread his hole open, and fingered himself, moaning slightly for my benefit.
As I watched, the thickness of his sheath coalesced into the form of a decent pink cock, rising from it's depths. I suppose my being a natural panther, and him being an albino panther was what made us so different. That was probably why he got so many fems. but then I thought, how many fems got to see this side of him?
"Have you ever done this before?" Tyrin shook his head, his slightly glazed eyes focused upon my own. "Have you ever had sex before." Tyrin nodded his head slowly, and he looked ashamed. "Tell me about it."
"A few years ago, about 4 months before I met you, a stallion slipped me a drink, took me round the back of the pub, and fucked me as hard as he could. He forced his dick into my mouth and ass, making sure I took all of his dick in both ends. He used my mouth first, and that's probably the only reason why I can still use my ass for your entertainment." He slipped another finger in and moaned louder.
"Remove the second finger." He removed it immediately, chagrined.
"Sorry master." Gods, the amount of power Tyrin was giving me! This was an ego trip and a half.
"Do you think you can take my cock?" Tyrin looked over his body at my dick, his hungry eyes measuring and imagining.
"Yes master." His pure glossy white tail flicked to his left, curling up around his waist.
I got up from my bedding, my hardon showing plainly as his display put my hormones in overdrive. "Bend over onto all fours and suck my dick." Tyrin dropped to all fours, flipping over to do so. He crawled towards me on hands and knees, eyes set upon me and my dick. He reached up to grab me, and I stopped him. "No hands." I swear I saw a flash of joy in his eyes. He sat back on his haunches, kissed the head of my dick, then sucked it into his maw.
Thankfuly he was focused upon my dick, and missed my shocked expression. Here was Tyrin, my friend and roommate, sucking on my dick! This defied any and all possible explaination. I could feel him purring as he sucked, the sensations were near indescribable as he used the ridges on the roof of his mouth upon my cockhead, inscreasing my pleasure.
"Stop!" He did, but he didn't take my dick from his mouth. I backed up, pulling my pulsing dick from his muzzle, even as he whined. I slapped his muzzle with it, causing an expression of shocked surprise. I then started masturbating. It was the only thing I really knew how to do, so for this one time, I resorted to it. I pumped my right hand up and down my dick, occasionally grunting at the pleasure of forcing Tyrin to watch me.
I grew quieter and quieter as my climax approached, and Tyrin opened his maw. I immediately clamped my hand around his open mouth, forcing it shut, then came over his muzzle and face, quickly removing my hand before I got hit by my own spunk as well. The look of stunned shock on his face was even better that I'd ever expected. The smell of my cum was a heady thing, and I could see Tyrin's reaction to it.
"I want you to go out and buy something for me." Tyrin got up to go use the bathroom. "Wait Tyrin, I'm not finished." He immediately dropped to the floor, eyes showing his concern. "I'm not angry, I'm just not finished." The look of concern gave way to a look of happiness. "I want you to go down to the local supermarket, with my cum on your face. I want you to buy two icecreams, one for me, and one for you. I also want you to grab a bag of ice. You can get dressed now." Tyrin immediately got dressed, his eyes an indiscernable mix of love/devotion/loyalty. I swear he thought of this as a test, and in actual fact, it was.
He opened the door after dressing and grabbing his credit card, then he was gone, leaving me to wonder just what the fuck had happenned.
Demon,