Our Trip to Paris
I was up screwing around with Rick's hunter on World of Warcraft. Noticing once again the irony that he named the hunter Ricky and took a silver wolf as his pet, and named it Gorefang. I was never sure whether this was an honor or an insult, and for some reason I never remember to ask Rick about it. I took a moment to look around the room and stretched in my chair, my back popping in what felt like a hundred places. I couldn't help wondering what Rick was up to.
He was off at work, late again. He was pulling some hefty shifts in order to get a week off to go with me to Paris to see my aunt Judy and cousin Max. Judy, man was she beautiful, easily the most majestic looking female I had ever laid eyes on. Dear Max on the other hand, was a sickly little pup that was diagnosed with a disease at birth that was intended to shut down control to every one of his muscles starting from the bottom up until it took his lungs and killed him (sounds devastating right?). By some miracle, it stopped right below his chest, and what was "Might see the age of 3" was now an 8-year old energetic furball confined to a wheelchair.
Finally my lover got home, hurdling (literally) through our front door. I couldn't help but ask, "Uhh, Rick? What in the heck was that all about?"
He was panting pretty heavily, like he had just run all the way from work. "I'm not sure, some crazy chick with a hungry look in her eyes was following me from work tonight."
I went over to him and hugged him, massaging his back. "Well dear, have you not looked in the mirror lately? You look like the wolf every female wants a one-night stand with."
He reached up and scratched one of my ears, I growled in enjoyment. "Aww, that was a compliment wasn't it? Have I told you lately you still look young enough to get me arrested if we did anything in public?"
I releaseed him and started walking away. "Oh, well if making love to this young wolf is making you uneasy, we can always wait until I look a bit older."
I heard him mumble, "Yeah, as if." as he walked up behind me and embraced me, nuzzling his chin into the top of my head.
I already knew where this was heading but I had to intervene, "Rick, none of that now, you still have packing to do, get to it."
He let go of me and groaned in my ear, "Okay, anything else you want me to do boss?"
I just pointed my paw toward the bedroom, and he walked off. I resumed my game playing. This time for Halo 2 (3 wasn't out yet *cry*), and destroyed all who thought this wolf weak. A few minutes later, Rick came tumbling out of the bedroom with questions, and I answered them before he could ask. "Yes, I have all your game stuff packed up in my suitcase already, all you need to worry about is clothes."
He came over and lifted me off the couch, then sat down with me in his lap as I lay waste to a warthog full of blues with a well aimed rocket. "Thank you, Gore." Then he started licking and nibbling at my neck. This made it too distracting to play so I dropped the controller and slid down further in his lap to look up at him.
No matter what angle I gazed at him from, he always looked incredibly handsome. I pulled his muzzle down to mine and began exploring the insides of his mouth with my tongue. I giggled to myself when I realized I could reach new places upside-down. I could already feel Rick hardening up down below and had to once again stop him.
"Rick, cmon it's late. We need to get some sleep before we head out tomorrow."
He just looked off into the distance. "Fine Gore, why don't you tell me to stop breathing too, it's about the same thing."
I scratched his chin fur a little bit to calm him down. "Look, if you're really that horny, just wait till I fall asleep and have a little fun." He had taken advantage of my sleeping like a rock before, and from the looks of the giant grin on his face now, he liked the suggestion.
I woke up the next morning with that familiar salty taste in my mouth, I could only assume Rick took my idea to heart. I turned around to hug him, but he was already up and scurrying about. "Hey Sleepyhead, you went to bed 4 hours before I did, and I'm the one up cleaning house and making food." I couldn't stop the laughing that insued afterward, he just walked away and resumed whatever he was doing.
I stood and stretched then headed off to the bathroom for a shower, and to brush my teeth to get the mess out of my mouth Rick left me. I ventured into the kitchen to see he had indeed cooked breakfast, and had already washed all the dishes and vacuumed and everything. As I sat down to eat I asked with one ear higher than the other and my eyes in question, "What provoked you to do all this?"
His ears flattened out a bit and he looked down. "Uh, I guess as thanks for the great time last night."
I leaned my head on one paw and winked at him. "Are you always going to thank me for things I tell you to do anyway?" He walked over and kissed me on the forehead, "You know it, babe." then returned to his chores.
After throwing our stuff in the car and locking up the house, we made way to the airport. Rick driving of course, he always wanted to drive. I usually just spent trips in the passenger seat sleeping with my paw in his or elsewhere (nearly caused a wreck with the elsewhere part once.). Then we finally made it to a place I could only describe later as 'Hell on Earth', the airport.
I couldn't believe how slow everything here moved. My impatient nature was killing me as I realized everything was going to take a hundred times longer than it should. While we waited in line for the security check, I had a couple questions for Rick, "You've been flying before, what's it like?"
He could tell I wasn't completely liking the idea of being off the ground in a flying deathtrap. "Well, you're going to feel nervous as hell until we get in the air, it's usually better after that. Oh, and take this.." he handed me a piece of gum, "..when we get up there, the pressure causes your ears to pop unless your chewing something like gum."
I took it and sniffed it, the refreshing scent of mint overriding my senses momentarily, then placed it in my pocket for later. Then I noticed alot of furs were staring at us. "Hey, uhh...Rick?" He looked down at me, his face turning concerned at my own frightened one. "Why are so many people looking at us?"
He looked away again smiling. "That's probably because you've had your head against my shoulder since we got here." I quickly shot my head up, not wanting to draw any more unwanted attention, but already missing the warmth of his fur. "Oh, woops."
After finally making it through security, we sat down in the waiting area....as if we hadn't been waiting for 2 hours already. "I can not BELIEVE how long that took, why on earth does it have to be a long, strenuous journey to get to something you don't even really want to do?"
Rick shuffled in his chair a little. "Gore, you know they have to be careful about what gets on these planes nowadays, quit crying." His tone was a little hurtful, but I could tell he was just as aggravated about the wait as I was. I got up and walked over, then started to stroke the fur on his head, I was so grateful to have him there with me.
After another 20 minutes, we loaded up on our plane, while on the runway I couldn't help but notice how windy it was...like somehow this place was giant wind tunnel and I swore it was going to blow my clothes off. We were sitting on the left side of this monstrous contraption. Three row seats, I was in the middle, Rick by the aisle, and this fairly attractive fox chick by the window. After Rick finished stowing away our carry-on luggage he sat down and grabbed my hand. The lady to my left quickly looked away, I'll never be able to understand why people were so uncomfortable about us.
Rick didn't lie about the nervous feeling before take off. He did forget to mention how horrible the rise in altitude would feel. I could have almost sworn my insides were going to fall to the floor, I was gripping the arms of my chair so tight I could feel the loss of blood flow to my claws. When we leveled out at..(I don't even really want to remember how high we were), the sinking feeling finally went away and I relinquished my death grip on the chair, but I was definately feeling the pressure that Rick was talking about so I popped the gum in my mouth.
Rick was already hard at work playing his gameboy...sounded like Pokemon again. So I decided I'd just try and sleep the flight off. After I dozed off though, the craziest thing happened. Someone was kissing me, I hadn't opened my eyes yet and just figured it was Rick. Then my sense of direction kicked in and I realized I wasn't facing right. When I opened my eyes, I jumped back so hard I knocked Rick's gameboy to the floor.
He picked it up and turned to me looking frustrated. "What the hell, Gore?" When he noticed I was staring at the fenale...who looked equally shocked, he changed his question to. "What happened?"
I turned to him and stuttered, "She just kissed me."
Suddenly the female had come to her senses. "I'm so sorry..Gore was it? I didn't mean to...you just looked so cute sleeping there and..."
Rick went back to his gameboy. "Yeh Gore, that'll teach you to look cute." I didn't particularly favor his reply, but I knew he was too distracted to care.
"So, you two are really...?" She muttered to me, still keeping as far away from me as possible.
"Gay? Yes." A short, emotionless response. I couldn't gauge what this female was thinking so I figured keeping emotions out was best.
"Aww, that's so cute." Was how the conversation started, I talked with this chick all the way to Paris. At some point in time Rick looked over and muttered, "Women..". To which I responded with a quick jab to his ribs..making him drop the gameboy again.
When we finally made it out of the airport, we saw my aunt Judy sitting in her car waiting for us. Max got a sight of me and was waving his arm so fast I thought it would pop off. Judy came around the car to give me a hug, then looked up at Rick. "So this is the lucky guy eh?" She looked at me and I nodded, then she finished off with. "He's a cutie."
Rick shifted his weight a little bit and blushed. "Thanks ma'am." She reached up and grabbed a hold of his shoulder. "Oh, don't be formal with me, we're all family here right?" She walked Rick to the passenger side, I wanted to sit in the back with Max. We had some catching up to do.
"Hiya Gory, how ya been?" He asked me with a cute smile all over his little face. "I've been good bro, what have you been up to?"
He started waving his furry paws around as he talked. "Not much, just reading anything I can reach and I'm learning to draw too!"
I reached over and scratched one of his ears. "Well tell me about some of the books you've read." He started ethusiastically telling me about all the stories he had read recently, giving me a short synopsis of each. Man, this pup was smart. "Well I'm glad someone in the family tree got all the brains we're missing." He beamed a happy face at me. "Thanks Gore!"
We were sititng down to dinner at my aunt's apartment later that night when my uncle walked in. His name is Jean (almost sounds like John over there) Paul. He was a wolf nearly Rick's size, with ashy black fur, almost like smoke.
"Hey bois, how are you?" Man did I love his accent. He made everything more interesting. "Doing great Uncle, how about you?"
He put his coat on the back of his chair and sat down. "I'm always doing great Gur." He had trouble doing the loud 'o', I just thought it was hilarious. He started eating, but I noticed his face a little messed up, like he had something to do but he wasn't really sure he wanted to.
He managed to look up and ask, "Have you bois ever....?" Judy saw where that question was going and answered it with a slap to his arm. "Now Jean Paul, that's a personal question, and hardly one to be asked or answered over dinner." She let out a huge sigh and continued eating. I didn't have any trouble with it, "Yes Uncle, we have." I looked over to Rick, he had a big nervous grin on his face as he returned my gaze. I kept forgetting how uncomfortable he got in family situations where our love life was concerned.
After a few good-byes and seeing little Max off to bed, me and Rick decided we would walk back to our hotel, just to get a better view of Paris. On the way I thought up an idea. "Hey Rick, how about we just walk around for awhile and get a better feel for this place? I know you're tired from trying to act casual all day, but c'mon it'll be fun."
He let out a deep breath and looked at me. I wasn't sure if it was those green eyes gleaming in the moonlight or the smell of food everywhere, but my knees went a little weak. "Sure thing Gore, any plans on where this venture is taking us?" I really hadn't thought about it, so I started looking around and saw a park off in the distance. "How about we go find a cozy spot in that park and look at the stars? I'll get the romantic part of this trip over so you can go back to being as 'rugged and manly' as a gay wolf can be."
He burst out laughing as he put his arm around my shoulders and turned us in the direction of the park. When we arrived, I started looking for a place where we could see through the trees. I found just that, a bench deep inside the park, away from wandering eyes. Rick sat down on one end and I lay down across the rest with my head in his lap as he ran his claws through my fur.
A couple of girls walked by, a fox and a squirrel, giggling at us. I blew them a kiss and one of them reached out and 'caught' it, much to my amusement. Rick looked down at me smiling. "If you keep flirting with all these women, I'm going to have to lock you up somewhere before you get any crazy ideas."
I shifted my position around a little to get more comfortable. "Don't worry Rick, I'll only ever have those feelings for you." He reached down and hugged my me. "Gore, can you be anything other than cute?"
"I don't really try to be, I just have a child-like reaction to everything and it comes off as cute, besides I.." He cut me off by hugging me tighter. "You don't have to explain yourself."
The next morning we decided we'd try going out to eat...this turned out to be more of a task than an enjoyable outing. The problem with being in a foreign country, is that you don't really know their language. Sure, I know how to say a few words, but when it comes to the written dialect I may as well have been an infant again. Somehow, Rick was the one who came prepared with an english-to-french dictionary. "Where the heck did you get that?"
He looked up from his little pocket book and winked. "At the airport while you were taking your sweet time in the restroom. I thought it might come in handy."
I put on a wide grin knowing my next statement would have a little sting to it. "You thought something? Rick I'm so proud of you." He put the book over his hand and said. "Hey Gore, which claw do you think I'm holding up?" The waiter showed up before I could answer and we ordered our food via various points at the menu and scattered French.
We spent the next 5 days doing what most first-timers in Paris do, getting lost trying to find different landmarks to visit. The only one we found easily was the tower, go figure. When not sight-seeing, we were with Judy and Max hanging out playing games or trying out new recipes. (Judy is a chef at a restaurant there and I must say her cooking is freaking amazing.)
On our last day in Paris, little Max threw me for a loop. I was sitting with him on a bench at a playground away from Judy and Rick who were on the swings talking to each other. His ear twitched a little and he looked down, like he felt guilty for asking. "Gore, when did you first realize you were gay?"
Oh, my heart sank so low I could have died right there. I thought maybe somehow it was my fault he even knew what gay was at this age. Then again, with all the books he's been reading he could have picked up gay and alot more already. "When I realized I wanted more for me and Rick than just being friends." I almost punched myself, I just said that to an 8-year old. "Why do you ask?"
He kept shifting his eyes to me then back at the ground. "Well, there's a friend of mine, but I can't tell if I like him, or if it's just an extreme happiness I feel when he's around, because he is the only kid who's ever talked to me really."
I reached over and scratched one of his ears. "Well, those kind of emotions you just have to let evolve and see what happens. I've always believed it's not about what you see with your eyes, but how you feel in your heart. So just because you think you like him in that way doesn't make you gay, you could just be confusing the feelings with something else, like appreciation for him being there for you."
He reached over to try and hug me as best he could from his wheelchair, a moment that made me feel both sad and happy for the little guy, and I finished the distance and embraced him. "Thank you, Gory." I let go and rubbed my paw into his head a little. "No problem, bud."
Later that night, after seeing Max off to bed again and wishing him the best of luck. I went looking for Rick, but instead found Judy. "Hey Judy, have you seen Rick anywhere?" She looked at me surprised. "No dear, he already said goodbye to us and went on to the hotel." I didn't think Rick would be THAT uncomfortable, but either way I kissed my aunt and hugged my uncle goodbye and made my way for the hotel.
I walked in to find Rick sprawled out all over the bed snoozing, he had already packed our stuff. I got undressed and made my way over to the bed and lay down beside him. I started rubbing his chest fur, he looked so gorgeous lying there asleep. When he stirred a bit and opened his eyes I retracted my paw. "I'm sorry, Rick. Didn't mean to wake you up." He turned over towards me and stroked my cheek with a claw. "No apology necessary, I was waiting for you to get here anyway."
I gestured toward the packed suitcases. "In a hurry to get home are you?" He looked at the luggage then back at me. "Hardly, I just wanted to buy a little extra time so I could do this.." He jumped on top of me and forced me into a kiss. I had forgotten that we hadn't done anything since before coming here, he must have been dying to relieve himself; and it showed.
He was kissing me so hard I had to focus on getting air, I could feel him humping at my rear already even though he was still wearing his clothes. I finally managed to get him off my face long enough to remind him he was still dressed.
"Rick, we're not going to get much done with you still clothed." I got him to stand up as I took his shirt off, pulling the back of it over his head and leaving it there for a bit, just to mess with him. He growled as he struggled to get it off the rest of the way. Then sitting down on the bed and pulling him to me as I undid his belt, noticing he was already spewing enough pre to make a giant wet spot on his jeans.
I unfastened the button and pulled them down to expose his hard, throbbing member...just in time for him to shoot a little pre on my nose. I didn't even get a chance to make an expression, he grabbed the back of my head and launched himself into my muzzle. Call me a slut puppy, but I loved it when he took control like this.
I sat there mesmerized as the flavors washed over me again, he was already humping my maw at a jagged pace. I didn't even get the chance to do anything other than suck on his member, apparently the grinding session had done more than I thought, for after just a few minutes his grunting intensified and I tasted the warm, salty splash of his seed on my tongue. I took a few more suckles at his cock then swallowed the sticky load, looking up to him and smiling.
I stood up and took a hold of his shoulders. I gave him a quick kiss then threw him down on the bed and jumped on top of him. I could tell he wanted more by the look in his eyes, and I was going to deliver. I reached back and grabbed a hold of his cock and centered the tip at my tailhole. I started lowering myself, wincing at the resistance my ass was putting up to the penetration. Soon I loosened up and I was engulfing all of Rick as I started a slow pace, bobbing up and down on his lap and clenching my cheeks together here and there to get a louder moan from my lover.
He decided he was going to take over and put his hands on my thighs then thrust upwards into my tail. I let out a sharp yelp and panted. "Huh, heh, it's okay Rick...keep..going." He started slow at first, holding me up and he went in and out, soon humping at me like mad. I could only take so much before I started shooting my own load all over Rick's chest with a hushed moan, some of it even making it as far as his muzzle.
He stopped his movement, noting that in the past once I had reached my climax my tailhole tended to spasm of it's own accord, making penetration almost unbearable. I lifted off his cock and laid down beside him, my sweaty head on a pillow and my butt in the air, gasping to catch my breath. "Go ahead Rick, I'll be okay." His green eyes widened a little and he looked at me as if in question. "Rick, I'll be fine. Please...keep going."
He got up on his knees behind me and pushed his member back in, resuming a slow pace to make sure he wouldn't hurt me. "Rick..." He stopped moving again. "Is it too much Gore?" I looked back at him and smiled. "Not enough.." He reached forward and locked me in a kiss as he went back to humping my rear. We moaned into each other's maws as he quickened his thrusts finally breaking the kiss to howl as he shot another slimy load into my tailhole.
He reached up and brought my body against his, the fur on my back sticking to the wet mess on his chest, and poked his tongue around in my ear. "Thank you, Gore." When my panting finally slowed down I repeated a question I had asked earlier. "Are you always going to thank me for things I tell you to do anyway?" He kissed my cheek and whispered, "You know it, babe."
Needless to say, our trip to Paris had many fun moments and a few startling ones. I honestly can't wait to go back. ^/.^