Garry and I
"A small disclaimer is in place... I don't know, this could be the second time I posted this, I'm not sure but I myself couldn't find it... anyway, I wrote this YEARS ago... I think, it WAS my first story, I remember how excited I was when it was finished... I'm not gonna put any copyright on it, it's my story, I know so... as long as no-one sells it off to America as their own and make millions... THEN I will put copyright on it... This story has been on my page since the start... I wonder why I never posted it if I didn't... weird... http://acidworld.ath.cx/~vulupus/index.html check this out for other ways to contact me other than mail or the forums <==== over there."
By Vulupus
Now a day I'm openly gay. But back then, college, I was a sissy. I think I was scared of facing the consequences. If I had the chance to redo things I'd tell before I even graduated high-school.
But I can't redo things now so therefore have to live this life to the very end of it. But I'm happy now, together with Garry. He was the one who liberated me in college. When I say liberated me I mean saved from lies.
I'm so rude, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name's Pete. I'm a white fox, a very rare kind I can tell you, and live in Twinsow Student Home. I share room with Garry, a regular grey wolf.
He's not very regular but his kind is. I can tell you, from a male perspective, that he is very handsome, one of the most beautiful on the campus, and extremely well behaved. We live in a condo due to my money-resource. Rich family means good ways.
I had a girlfriend, he had a girlfriend, so I figured there was nothing in between us. I guess I was wrong but more about that later. Me and my girlfriend, Jeanette, was very close. She was a beautiful lioness and I was very happy with her.
I guess there was only one thing wrong with us. Our sex wasn't very good. Trust me, it wasn't because of her but it was my fault. For some strange reason I could never get it up when it was supposed to.
Jeanette didn't really hate me for it. She said that it didn't bother her since sex wasn't really her thing anyway. I figured she only said it to cheer me up. I was pretty depressed a lot of the time on campus since I figured everyone was doing it with someone except me and, hopefully, Jeanette.
Our condo, Garry's and mine, was big, three times the size of a regular campus apartment. We both had our own rooms and we even had a spare room in case someone dropped by and wanted to stay.
Garry and I were good friends, closer than me and Jeanette. We talked about everything, including my little problem. That made him the only one, except Jeanette of course, to know about it. He also said it was nothing to be ashamed of.
Time passed on and after a month I broke up with Jeanette. We both thought it was the best thing to do, and I still think it was. Garry was still going steady with his girlfriend and nothing would happen between me and Garry for a little while.
But one night, about two months later, I woke up to a major quarrel, and I recognized both the voices immediately. Garry seemed to be breaking up with her, Gillian, the beautiful tiger. I guessed it wasn't really that much of a shock. They never really got it close.
I tried to get back to sleep and when I heard the slam, I knew it was over between them. And what Garry did after that still amazes me. Sure I had a double sized bed but come on... two guys don't do this.
I heard the door to my room open up and Garry come in. He tiptoed up to my bed and asked: "I know you ain't sleeping so do you mind if I creep up next to you?" I didn't answer but shrugged my shoulders. He slowly crept into the bed and put his head on the pillow.
I tried to fall asleep but something kept me awake. The feeling, or sensation, of having him in the same bed became very nice. I suddenly felt very comfortable and was struck by something else. He smelled, I could smell him.
His smell hung in the room and it filled me with a tingling feeling. He didn't move much and I thought that was a good sign that he was asleep. "Lucky me!" I thought to myself. Because what had happened then was that my cock had risen.
It was kind of new to me since I hadn't had a real erection since the beginning of puberty. I couldn't masturbate of course, so I just slowly, and very soft, started to rub and touch my cock. The long time since last made me loose control.
I thought: "If only his presence did this then what if...?". I turned around and faced his back. His breath was calm and slow, "He must be asleep" I figured. So I slowly reached my hand and touched his waist.
A kind of chill went down my spine and I felt as if it was heaven. I stroked his fur from waist to chest. I believed strongly that he was sleeping since otherwise he would have said something. My cock had slipped out from its sheath and was wetting the sheet.
Then I did something even more foolish. I crept up closer to him. My cock was pressing against his legs when I couldn't come any closer.
Then the last stage of closing in was at hand. I started to move my hand, down in his boxers and touched his cock. Either he was very big or he just simply had a semi-erection. A wet dream, and I wondered what he dreamt of.
Suddenly I felt his hand on my hand, the one on the cock. He suddenly said: "Listen Pete, I'm flattered but I really would appreciate if you'd let me sleep." He grabbed my hand and removed it from his boxers. I slid over to the other side of the bed in silence.
I think I was ashamed then. My erection had gone down the second I heard his voice. I turned over, my back against his, and closed my eyes. Tomorrow it would be all over the campus: "Pete, the white fox, is fag." I was really ashamed and tried to forget.
The morning after I think Garry saw it in my eyes the moment he came into the kitchen. "Don't worry, I won't tell." A sort of relief went through me the moment he said it. "I'm sorry, Garry. I don't know why I did it." He smiled and went over to the fridge. I suddenly realized that he wasn't wearing anything.
"Excuse me Garry, but I don't think I've ever seen you walking around without clothes." He looked down at his crotch and laughed. His cock hung small retracted into the sheath. He said, while looking in the fridge: "I kinda came in my pants last night so you have to excuse me." At first it didn't shock me at all but after awhile I blurted out: "You what?"
He turned and looked gently at me, while I sat there in my boxers. "I kinda liked what you did last night." I was shocked by the reply and blushed, even though it's kinda hard for me to do so, which ain't easy for fur-covered person.
But I guess I saw an opening then, I found out there was a chance. And he continued: "I mean, it did feel kinda good, having you touching my cock..." He walked towards and me and bent down, placing his paws on his knees and his tail sticking up, and faced my face real close. "...also the feeling of your cock against me."
I choked on the bit I was about to swallow when he said it. He then put his paw on my shoulder and then I couldn't resist it anymore. I bent slightly over to him and kissed him on his lips. He blinked once and then moved his hand around my neck and sat down on my knees.
He then kissed me and I returned the kiss. It felt better than anything ever had before. For the first time I really felt great. Him around and in me. I wonder what the other would feel like.
When we stopped kissing he looked me deep in my eyes and then licked me on my cheek. I was shocked, I had never expected an "I love you." I then put my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. What if this was all a dream.
I came to the conclusion that I should do the best out of this situation, just in case. He asked me: "Do we really want to do this?" I didn't remove my head but somewhat nodded and he stroked my back. "Then maybe we should relocate." I looked at his eyes, they were filled with some kind of joy.
"But what about school?" My question amused him and he replied: "Fuck school." I laughed and said: "No, let's do it at home." He got up, moved one of his paws under my knees and lifted me up into the air. He was strong, I felt his muscles straining under my back. He kissed me quick and carried me to the bed.
He put me down on the side of the bed. I leaned on my arms backward, still facing him. Then he kneeled down in front of me and took a grip at my boxers. A chill went down my spine when he slowly pulled them from my legs. "There we are, my sweat." I wasn't fully erected when he looked at it.
I panted when I felt his paw on my cock. He smiled and licked his lips. "I really feel for this today." And then he took a big lick from the root of my cock up to the very top. My cock rose up like a spear. It was like if it was meant from the beginning.
Then he opened his mouth and swallowed it. My arms became weak and I fell backwards. I had to close my eyes and bite my tongue so that I didn't moan and scream really high. I heard a sucking sound every time he reached the top again. It was at these moments that I had to take a breath.
His tongue massaged and caressed my cock as he slipped up and down. I dared a view of it and it became too much for me. I quickly grabbed his head with my paw and pulled him away from my cock. "It's not time yet, Garry."
He smiled as I sat there and pained myself from letting the orgasm get out of hand. I managed in the end and Garry found it very amusing when I asked him to sit at the bed. He sat down and I kneeled down in front of him. But his cock was still soft and hardly erected at all.
I had never done this and it seemed quite wrong somehow. But I had to do it. Garry was more than a friend now. So I took a deep breath and with my thumb and index-finger I moved his sheath back and his cock, all pink and mushy, revealed itself. He said when he looked at my face: "You don't have to do this." I shook my head.
I wanted to do as Garry but I couldn't. I licked my lips and opened my mouth wide. Then with a big breath I drove his cock to the very bottom of my mouth. Garry fell backwards and groaned. His cock grew and hardened in my mouth, causing me to almost choke.
When I drew it out again it wasn't exactly pink and mushy. Now it was flaming red and hard as rock. "This will be interesting." I said and licked from root to top. Now I found the taste pleasing and very comforting. I licked several times and I heard Garry moan and he twisted as he lie there.
I grew hornier for every second that passed. I swallowed his cock several times. Then slowly I sucked and slipped up and down on his cock. Garry wrenched as I started to increase the tempo. "I, I don't know how long... anymore." These words sounded very pleasing to me and I increased the tempo even more.
But I didn't want him to cum yet. There was still more to do. But I had to finish him off. So I increased tempo even further and now I knew that he couldn't take it longer. He somehow tried to crawl on his back away from me, using his elbows to drag his ass out of there. Not a chance.
The part where he started to beg me to stop before he came was when I stopped. I didn't want it to end here. So with one last lick I patted him on his stomach and got up. He caught his breath when I lay down next to him. "That was fucking amazing." I shook my head and replied: "I can't tell."
Garry then leaned up on his elbows and said: "I think this will be the beginning of a new life." I laughed and said: "That is so cliché." He laughed loudly and we kissed. Then I felt his hand on my cock. "I want you inside me."
He grabbed my ass and squeezed it hard. My cock stood like a spear as I felt it, his and hard on my ass. I turned and laid down on my back. He got on top and we looked each other in the eyes. The he licked me again and took a firm grip around my thigh.
He stood there between my legs and directed his cock. I felt the pressure against my hole, my small hole. Then there was the pain, as if millions of anthros suddenly started clubbing at me with rough sticks, from the inside. He panted and caught his breath. I kind off whined the further in he got.
The pain was extraordinary. It stung right through me as if it was a spear, heading for my brain. Garry toppled over me with the cock still inside. He kept panting as if something was wrong. But I couldn't do anything. The pain paralyzed me.
But when he reached as far he could he stopped moving. He just breathed heavily and the pain slowly started to disappear. I caught my breath, trying to regain conscience. "Are you okay?" Garry looked at me after a while and said: "Are you?" I smiled and reached up and patted him on his head.
His tongue hung outside and the saliva or drool stained the sheet. I said to him: "It could be worse... maybe." Then he slowly, not much faster than a snail, started to pull out. I had relaxed and the pain wasn't really there anymore, quite the opposite actually. It felt wonderful.
I think Garry liked it just as much. I saw that he fought the urge to smile widely and I swear he bit himself in the tongue. But could it really be that bad. He leaned his head backwards when his cock was nearly out.
Then he quickly started to pump his cock in and out. The tempo had increased at least ten times. The sensation grew stronger the faster it went. Sometime during the increase of tempo he also started to jerk me off. I guess I wasn't really built for that kind of experiences.
I think I screamed loudly when I came in his hand. I can't remember now since it's all mainly a blur after my ejaculation.
Garry pumped only a brief moment after that since I remember he pulled out and jumped or crawled up to my face and pushed his cock into my mouth. The taste of his sperm made me loose conscience. The last picture I remember was where he licked my sperm off his hand.
I woke up, according to Garry, an hour later. He had gotten dressed and was planning on going to the town. "Can I come?" He looked at me and shook his head. "I know this happened suddenly but I really need some time alone." I nodded and I did understand. I wasn't too shocked. I was rather glad I was left alone. It gave me some time to think as well.
Garry and I came to same conclusion. We sat down at the table and talked about it. During our time apart we both decided that this was right and not wrong. He said: "I won't go public, not yet." I nodded because I didn't have any plans on it either... not yet at least.