Dane In My Life - The Home
#3 of Dane In My Life
Alex and Sam explore some more of each other. Keith explores himself, while Alex's mom takes stock of her life.
Disclaimer: If you are under the age of 21 or 18, depending on the laws in your area, you shouldn't be reading this. If you don't like the idea of sex between two males or male and female, back out now. If you don't like one of those males to be an anthropomorphic animal and the other human then stop. If you do like those things then by all means continue.
"Hey Alex!" Sam beamed at me from the back of the bus. "You look well." He looked down at my belly and smiled before doing a small fidget and stopping.
"Morning Sam, yes I'm feeling much better. Thank you for noticing." I said as I sat down next to him. There was just something about Sam that made me feel happy.
"You're wearing gym shorts today, does that mean you wanna play basketball again?" I fully expected to see his tail wag with the excitement he asked the question with.
"Didn't plan on it, but it's a nice coincidence." It was a coincidence, but now that I thought about it, time spent with Sam was less time I had to be with Keith, alone. "You wanna hang out after school again?"
"Of course I do." He was literally bouncing on the seat. "Yesterday was so much fun. I couldn't think of anything else all night."
"Did you?" I couldn't help but look around the bus to see if anyone could be listening. "You know...?" I made the jerking motion with my hand.
He shifted timidly and shook his head. "No, I couldn't do it. I was too scared of making a mess."
"Why not do it in the bathroom?" The question passed through his head and I could see the imaginary lightbulb pop up above. The idea hadn't even crossed his mind.
"Why didn't I think of that?" He looked at me and smiled again.
"Because you're the body and I'm the brains." His face sunk. "Oh stop, you know I'm just messing with you." He grinned. "So what did you wanna do at your place?"
"Same thing as yesterday?" He was so cute when he was nervous.
"That's no fun!" I slapped his thigh playfully. "But, we'll see what we can come up with." I placed my hand on his thigh and started rubbing up and down.
"Sounds good to me."
*Olivia Winters*
It was always hard leaving Alex to go work. Ever since his father died I found it difficult to be without him. Especially since he didn't know where I worked. I think it would break his heart if he knew his mother worked in a Gentleman's Club. Not as a stripper of course, but behind the bar. I only worked the day shift, unless one of the night shift called off when I was.
It was there that I met Keith. He was a regular at the club and came into my life when I needed him most. I needed someone stable in my life. After a year of talking with him at the bar, he asked me out. I had never been with a fur, but he had so much confidence and charisma. He was a man. He made me feel things I had never felt before. And then there was the sex, oh god the sex was amazing. He knew when I needed him to be gentle and he knew when I wanted it rough.
On the rides to work and when things were going good, like now, he would bend me over the seat and fuck my face with his dick while fingering my pussy. His fingers were so soft and would just barely dance across my lips. His dick would just glide down my throat, he was able to push it in and out of my throat without even thrusting.
The only problem with Keith were his balls. They were so big that when he came he would make me feel like I'm pregnant again. And he would do it so much. He would flood my face, then my pussy, and then my ass. It was too much. I was walking around the house bloated. Some days it would be too much and I couldn't even face my son. I felt bad for Alex so I started to only let Keith fuck me in the mornings and on the rides to work, just so I wouldn't have to avoid my son.
And that was the biggest problem, having to avoid my son. After a year of dating, I invited Keith to come live with us. I wanted Alex to have a father figure, and Keith was a wonderful man. Unfortunately he wasn't a great father. He didn't like Alex, he thought he was weak. Then Alex came out of the closet and Keith wanted nothing to do with him at all. It became a strain on our relationship. I no longer had any desire to sleep a man who hated my son. I'd been thinking of breaking up with Keith for the past three weeks. He was using abusive language with Alex. I was also becoming nothing more than a place to blow his load, but now he turns around and starts acting nice to Alex. He tells me he's going to be a father and that my needs are going to come first.
He was using his fingers so well and I could feel myself cumming. He never let me cum first while sucking his dick. There was a new spark in Keith. One that I hadn't seen in almost a year.
"Can I finish in your mouth baby?" He never asked permission, not lately at least.
He was stroking my hair when the car had stopped. He was being gentle, not forcing my head down. I don't know what happened to turn him around, but I was grateful. Maybe Alex had something to do with it? Maybe it was their talk last night before I got home?
I started to pull off and he let me. He used to never let me. "Go ahead honey." I dove back down and was instantly provided with a belly full of cum. I was always amazed by how much he was able to cum, and how quickly it filled my stomach. I never really loved the feeling, but if it was the price to pay in order to keep Keith in our lives just a little bit longer then I would pay it.
"Thank you baby, it's been a while. You're amazing." Keith was panting in the driver seat, while pulling his pants up.
I wiped my mouth and sat up in my seat. I could see that we were only a few lights away from my work. "Keith...?"
"Yes babe?" He looked over at me with his post orgasmic smile.
I didn't know whether I should confront him about the sudden change or just be happy that it happened. What if the answer was something I didn't want to hear? What if he asked me something I wasn't ready to answer?
"Thank you for being nice to Alex, it really means a lot to me."
*Alex Winters*
"Hello class, welcome to the 'real' first day of school." The teacher was one I recognized. Unlike students, teachers had been integrated for years now, and Mr. Ferguson was the first fur teachers we had. "I see a lot of new faces and that's refreshing, these old ones were getting boring." The whole class laughed. Mr. Ferguson was one of the best teachers to have. He was nice and always took the time to listen to his students. "Now for those of you who don't know, I'm Mr. Ferguson and as you can see I look a little different than most of you. I descend from a family of Arabian Horses. If this is a problem take it up with the principal and we'll see about getting you moved. I don't want to deal with a student who doesn't want anything to do with me." He looked around the room and saw no objections and his bright cheery demeanor returned in an instant. "Good, let's begin with chapter one."
I couldn't help but to admire Mr. Ferguson. He was a white Arabian. He was a lot leaner than most other horses and a lot shorter as well. He was shorter than me by a couple inches and had a very slender build that looked good in his suit. He was very handsome, so handsome as to be the first object of my attraction a year ago.
"Alex? You alright?" I saw a white hand waving in front of my face. "Come on, I know it's early, but stay with me. We got a few more hours of this before lunch." The rest of the class laughed and the lesson went by easily as expected for the start of the year.
"Alright class, go get your hour lunch and be back here for second period."
The whole class scrambled to leave, but I stayed behind to meet up with Sam. "Hey Sam." He walked over to me and gave me a playful punch on the arm. "Wanna grab lunch together?"
"Of course dude, who else would I eat lunch with?" As we walked out of the class I could see Mr. Ferguson grin at Sam and me.
We had waited in line to get our lunch. Sloppy Joes with mashed potatoes and mixed veggies. The wait was short and we soon found our way to a secluded table. I didn't feel like sitting with the people I had grown up with. I didn't want to hear the criticism and judgment. It was the same reason I found myself sitting in the front of class. There was a small part of me that knew that I was being paranoid. Maybe they wouldn't care if I was gay? Maybe they would just make a few jokes and go back to being the friends they had been my whole life.
"Where's your head at Alex? You've been picking at your sandwich for the last five minutes and you haven't said a word to me, what's up?" Sam was sitting across from me and had on white button up shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He had the top three buttons undone and I could see his chest muscles move as he talked.
"Do you really want to know?" I looked down at my tray, poking at my veggies with my fork.
"Why wouldn't I?" He reached across the table and shoved my shoulder, trying to catch my eyes with his.
"It might be a little too personal? I know you're not looking for any kind of relationship." I was now staring into his green eyes, calling his bluff.
"You can't think like that. I'm here for you to talk to. It may not seem like a lot, but you showed me around and never let me be alone on my first day. I didn't expect anyone to wanna talk to me and no one really did, except for you. You're my friend, talk to me." His eyes tore down my walls and I sighed.
"I don't know who I am anymore. I grew up thinking I was one way but as soon as I admit to myself who I really am it all changes." I couldn't look at him and just stared at the tray of barely eaten food. "And I don't know if it's for the better. I don't need you to answer, but I feel like if I hadn't done what I did with you, we wouldn't have the same friendship we do." I could hear him wince a little and try to speak and stop. "Then this situation at home." I now held my head, pushing my hair out of my face. "I don't know what to do anymore. I feel as though everything is moving so fast downhill that there is no way I can slow it down. All I can do is ride it out." I looked up and smiled at Sam, feeling much better having said my thoughts out loud. He didn't share the smile and just looked at me with concern. "Don't worry Sam, I'll be fine, I might even enjoy the ride." I took a big bite of my sandwich and looked at Sam, a smile cracking weakly at the corner of his mouth.
*Keith Johnson*
God Keith, what are you doing? What were you thinking doing that with him? What if he tells Olivia? What then dumbass? You gonna go back to being single and paying for sluts and picking up bimbos from the bar for one night stands?
So what that Olivia didn't want anything to do with you. So what you hadn't gotten even a handjob in over a week. You didn't have to take it out on her son. Yeah, he's weak, and so what if he enjoys it in the end. It isn't something he should be forced in to.
But even if he doesn't deserve it, god does it feel good though. What if I'm able to pull this off. What if I'm able to pull off being nice to Alex, getting it from his momma, and then fucking her son on the side. He's so submissive I'm sure I could get away with doing anything with him. I'm sure I could invite a few of the boys over after work and run a train on him and he wouldn't say a thing. He might even beg for me to do it again, beg for me to bring over my friends and give him more cocks to service. I bet I could slut him out, dress him up and set up a little shack on the site for people to have their way with him and get a little money on the side.
Thinking about it now makes me want to jack it right here in my office. Mmmm, the control I have over his little ass. His little tight ass spread wide open as he takes me deep inside of him. Force him to suck off Tim or George after a long day on the job. Ugh fuck this is too much! Stop! What's wrong with you Keith? Get a grip, you didn't used to be like this. I need to take a walk around the site.
*Alex Winters*
"So how'd you like your first 'real' day of school?"
"I liked it, it's a bit different from home." He clutched his backpack to his chest as we sat down on the back seat of the bus. "At home either mom or dad would sit me down and give me a few chapters to read of a textbook, I read it and do my work and then we discuss it until I prove I know it. Seemed like most of the teachers were just going through the motions."
"Really? What makes you say that?" I couldn't help but lean my arms into his. The heat coming off of him was comforting.
"Well, ummm, let's see, you have Mrs. Collins who read from the book and told us to take notes and to do the homework on it. She didn't ask a single student if they understood the material. She didn't translate the book to any real world situation or provide any backstory. I felt as though she had done it with hundreds of students before me and could care less whether I passed or failed." I knew what he was saying but it was relaxing to hear him talk as I leaned my head into his shoulder and shut my eyes. "Then you have Mr. Ferguson..." My eyes shot open at the name and looked up at Sam who was oblivious to my sudden gaze. "...who is engaging and fun, but only shows attention to certain students. Maybe I'm being to harsh, maybe he switches from day to day which students he shows more attention to?" He looked down at me and furrowed his brow in question. "What? Did I say something wrong?"
"No, just like hearing you talk. So what are your parents like? You haven't told me anything about them?"
I nestled back into his arm and listened to him talk about his parents for the rest of the ride. He told me about his mom first. His words were filled with admiration as he described the woman that raised him. She was a surgeon and worked strange hours but always managed to find time for her son. She did most of the homeschooling and spent several hours across the desk from her son making sure he was the most educated and well mannered boy growing into a man. Then on the other hand he talked of his father with fondness and a bit of sadness. His father was a cop and worked even more hours than his mother. He told me that his dad had his moods, that a bad day at work could set his father off into a fit of depression for months. But when things were going well he was the nicest and most supportive person he knew. His dad was kind and gentle and taught him a love of sports and to appreciate small kindness.
We arrived at Sam's house and unlike yesterday there was a car in the driveway this time. There was a flower sticker on the bumper which made me believe it was his mother. He didn't seem to notice and just walked right past the car in the driveway to the door.
"Shh, mom might be sleeping." His voice was barely a whisper as he turned the knob. "Come on, we'll hang out in my room."
He said it like it was nothing, maybe it was, but to me it was another guy's room. This was his most intimate environment and he was taking me inside to be alone with him. I could feel my hands begin to sweat as we did our best to stealthily walk across the living room towards the back hall where his bedroom was.
The interior of his house was very modern. The floorboards were dark with an ebony stain which matched nicely with the pure white walls and black trim. Most of the furniture was the same way, either white or black, with sharp lines and corners. All the tables had glass tops that didn't show any signs of dust or dirt. I felt my dick jump as we walked past the white leather couch from yesterday and down the hallway. At the end of the hall was a white door with cursive black wooden letters hung on it that spelled the word 'Sam'. We remained silent as he turned the knob to his room. He stood by the door, waiting for me to enter before shutting the door slowly and letting the knob go.
Before turning to face me I took in his room. It was strikingly different from the rest of the house. The floor was the same as the rest of the house, but other than that it different. It was vibrant. The thing that stood out the most were the walls. They were bright blue and covered in paintings. The paintings were simple, different colors splattered on canvas. To the right was a wall, leaving the rest of the room open on the left. In the middle of the farthest wall was his bed. It didn't have any posts or a headboard. It was a king size mattress on an elevated mahogany frame. It was covered in a white and blue comforter which looked really soft.
As I looked around the room more, Sam walked in front of me and faced me as he backpedaled and jumped to land on his bed. There was a desk in the right-back corner that had several papers scattered across it. There was also an old looking laptop sitting on it that looked to be rarely used. On the left wall were several bookcases filled from top to bottom with various spines of novels. It all seemed more cultured than I thought it would be.
"So what do you think?" He was laying on his back with his hands behind his head, kicking at the shoes on his feet.
"I like it. It's very neat." He was now trying in vain to kick off his socks with his feet. "Why is your room blue?"
"Every room is a different color. The kitchen's green, my parents' room is red, my dad's office is dark brown, and so on. My mom is a big believer in the idea that colors can alter your mood. I made those paintings a few years ago for a project from my mother." He finally succeeded in getting his socks off and was now laying back with his eyes closed.
"So what do you wanna do?" I browsed through the books in one of the shelves.
"I don't know. I've never really had anyone over in my room before. I used to visit other people and we'd watch TV or play games. I usually just read or write when I'm in my room." He was now propped up on his elbows and watching me look through his books.
"So, if we were to do anything in here..." I decided to proceed the conversation to where we both knew it was going. "Wouldn't that create a mess?"
"I, uh ummmm, probably..." He was sitting upright now and twirling his thumbs together in thought. "What should we do?"
"What do you think we should do? This is your house. We could do the same thing as yesterday?" I trailed the thought as I walked over between his legs. "Or we could try something new? Your house, your rules." He sat there stunned as I dropped down and started to rub the bulge in his shorts. "It's funny, I used to say that to friends over games."
"Why's that funny?" His was breathing heavier as the bulge in his pants slowly grew.
"Just find the new use amusing. So, what's it gonna be?" I was more than turned on by the thought of him taking control.
"Can we take our clothes off?" He sounded so unsure of what to do.
"Is that what you want?"
"Yes."
I stopped rubbing his crotch and stood up. I didn't make a show of it and just stripped out of all of my clothes. It was only when I was standing naked, in front of a still clothed Sam, that I realized that this was the first time I'd been naked in front of another person. I felt self conscious for some reason attempted to cover myself with both arms.
"Don't cover yourself up." My already rock hard erection grew a little harder at the command. "You look cute." I was going to object to the word cause it seemed like a word used for something small, but I realized that compared to him, I was. "Help me with my shorts?"
His ass was half hanging off the bed and he thrusts his hips up. As I pulled down on his shorts, he had reached down to pull up his shirt. I was greeted with the view of perfectly formed abs and chest. I also saw his balls that were resting comfortably on the bedspread. His sheath was bulged out slightly, but there was no visible sign of the beast that lay within.
"So that's what a penis looks like." He leaned forward and reached out a hand to touch it. "Wow, it's hard. It's really hard." He started stroking up and down my 7 inch length. "Am I doing this right?"
I simply nodded. It was more than alright. The feel of his fur against my skin was making me drip more pre than I could ever remember. I was twisting my hips into his hand as I felt like I was about to cum already. I moaned out loud when I felt his other hand press hard into my ass.
"Sam, I'm gonna cum, it feels so good..." And just like that he stopped. He pulled off his hand and looked up at me a little worried. "Why'd you stop?"
"I wanted us to keep messing around, and I have a strange desire to play with your ass." I couldn't even be mad at him for stopping now. "Here..." He patted the spot where his head would be if he was laying down. "I saw this online last night."
"Do you want to sixty-nine with me?"
"Yes, that's what it was called!" He nearly shouted as he laid out flat. I had to look over my shoulder, worried that it was loud enough to wake his mother.
"Okay, you have to be quiet though. You don't want to wake your mother."
"My bad. Come on, sit." I was half straddling his face, his breath tickled my rear. I was trying to figure out the best way to do this without suffocating him.
"Can you breathe?"
"Yes. Bring your ass down a little more." As soon as I did I felt his tongue reach out and run across my hole.
"Holy..." I stopped myself, realizing how loud I was. "Oh my god, don't stop. That feels amazing."
He moaned a bit in agreement and something else I didn't understand until he thrust his hips up and drew my attention to his dick that was peaking out of his sheathe now. Without even touching him, he was starting to grow as his tongue swept across my ass. I leaned down and started to lick at his tip. I could taste his delicious pre that was started to flow steadily now. I had to open my mouth a little wide to take him. As soon as he entered my mouth he started to hump his hips, stretching my jaw.
I was a little surprised when I felt a tug on my hips pulling me backwards. He now had his feet planted on the bed, knees bent, and hips thrusting upwards. More and more of his length surged out into my mouth. I started to think I should pull my head back, but I was too distracted by his tongue going crazy on my backside. He had reached his hands up and gripped my hips firmly. He pulled me hard onto his mouth and I could feel his tongue start to reach inside of me. I threw my head back and despite the retreat I still moaned around his dick, unable to escape his length. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as his tongue reached deep inside of me. I couldn't think anymore as I felt my cum forcibly shoot across his chest. It was weird feeling my ass clench against his tongue as I shot more cum than ever before.
He started to moan very loudly and I was shook from the fog of my orgasm as his hips went into overdrive. I looked down and noticed his knot, resting inside of his sheath, slamming into my lips. It was growing bigger by the second and I remembered to reach out and pull down. It was the size of a tennis ball and I had to squeeze a little hard to get it out. As soon as it did I was I opened my eyes in shock when he slammed even harder trying to get it inside of my mouth. I pulled my neck as far back as possible, but his hips kept rising.
Our moans were similar in sound, but for different reasons. I was trying my hardest to alert him of my growing fear. He was moaning into me, imagining it was my ass that he was trying to slam his enormous knot into. I was pressing my hands as hard as I could into his hips, but it was no use. His fist sized knot was grinding against my teeth, stretching my jaw painfully wide. In a last ditch effort I pulled back my hands and gripped his knot as hard as I could. Despite the fear, and me just cumming moments ago, I could feel my dick growing to full hardness.
He pulled his tongue out of my ass and sighed in relief. "Ahhhhhhm fuck, that's the spot. I think I'm in love with your ass. My head is spinning right now."
He was still grinding his knot against my lips, but he wasn't trying to force it in. Which, by now, would be impossible as it was the size of a softball and growing still. I could feel his dick start to pulse as he started cumming directly down my throat. I was surprised at how easy it was to breathe through my nose. I only had one experience with Keith as he filled my throat, but I found the skill quite simple. That was when my mind flashed to Keith and his control. I couldn't help but want him Sam to that from him. It hurt me to want that from him, but I did.
"This feels amazing Alex. I like this position better than the other one. I think the last one made me a little crazy. Would you mind if I played with your ass while I finish cumming?"
The aggression from yesterday was gone. His voice was filled with more curiosity than anything now. I wasn't sure what he meant, but his hands felt wonderful against my skin so I tried to moan a yes while he thrusted a few inches in and out of my throat. The confusion cleared fairly quickly though as I felt his fingers start to prod at my hole. His tongue must have loosened me up a fair amount because his finger slipped right in to me.
"Your ass feels warm...." He pushed his finger all the way down to the knuckle causing me to moan. "And tight. I love when you moan, the vibrations feel good on my dick." He started wiggling his finger and I could feel my dick pulsing. "That's neat, when I rub here you start cumming." I moaned some more as I came, for what felt like the hundredth time.
It continued like this for the next five minutes or so. He played with my ass, thrusting his finger in and out, licking it with his tongue. His knot and dick started to deflate. I was relieved and depressed at the same time. Although I was strangely beginning to feel comforted by the ache coming from my cum filled stomach. It was exhilarating to feel his hot dick sliding down the back of my throat, depositing his load. Still, I was amazed that he even fit in my mouth in the first place.
I pulled off of his dick and wiggled my ass off of his fingers. "Just so you know. You can play with my ass whenever you want dude."
"That sounds fun. I'll have to take you up on that." He shimmied his way out from under me. "Let's clean up and I'll walk you home."
*Keith Johnson*
Where the hell is that little twerp? Last year we couldn't get him out of the house. Then a new school year starts and he starts to come home late after school. I know he acts like he doesn't want me to fuck his face and use him, but he does. I know it. I know it so deep inside that I had to jack off three times at work.
Even now I'm sitting on this damn couch touching myself thinking of him instead of Olivia. She doesn't get home for another two hours and I was hoping to be spilling this load inside of him instead of this damn condom. What kind of man lives with a woman and has to jack off, let alone with a condom?
"Oh god!"
Despite my hatred of these things, it always amazed me to see it fill up. My hard eighteen inches blasting stream after stream of cum into the reservoir tip until it became the size of a softball.
The routine had become pretty standard to me in the last few weeks but taking off the condom, throwing it in the trash, and cleaning myself up was starting to become soul crushing to the point of depression. Having to walk around the house with my limp dick hanging around my knees, cum still dripping from the tip, while it shrinks away was something I didn't think a guy like me should have to deal with.
My cell phone buzzed on the coffee table. Wiping my dick with a towel from the bathroom, I grabbed it and checked the text message. "Be home in thirty minutes. What's for dinner?" It was the kid.
"Perfect."