{"sf1_id":716694,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Release and Collapse","author":"BeaverReturn","words":517,"posted_at":"2014-06-11T02:48:00.000Z","tags":["Blowjob","Exhibitionism","Femboy","Gay","M/M","Short","Voyeurism"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/716694-release-and-collapse","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/716694","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=716694\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"A journey into existentialism and blow-jobs. Why? Because PoMo?","content":"Release and Collapse  \nBy: BeaverReturn\n\nRiding the wave of a lust daze, he was a femboy pretty pup with hips like a vicious tremor.\u0026nbsp; Cracked in the right places, the kid\u0026nbsp;had them_tiny_ seams stretched down the right places, a broken porcelain figurine, up and on the stage in a lost attempt to find the right kind of party. Blood shot eyes, music blaring; it was\u0026nbsp;a battlefield battle cry. I was\u0026nbsp;bopin' to the beaten bass, boppin' to the lost grooves, popping whatever it was I had, thinking shit, maybe I'd taken\u0026nbsp;one too many.\n\nLasers cut the air; cutting my vision. I was\u0026nbsp;not seeing things clearly. I was following aimless paths, looking everywhere at things that in a flash became already gone. Strobe light straining; my head was pounding. I was just sort of there, on that stage too. I was with them all. And the pup was\u0026nbsp;sort of there. And then we were\u0026nbsp;sort of there together. And I was\u0026nbsp;his shadow. And he was,\u0026nbsp;like, turning to me and he\u0026nbsp;had\u0026nbsp;a sucker in his mouth and I wanted to pull it out and taste it.\n\nHe said, \"What did you take?\"\n\n\"Something,\" I said.\n\nHe said, \"Something to share?\"\n\n\"No\" I said.\n\n\"No fun,\" he said. \"No fun at all.\" \u0026nbsp;\n\nThe kid rotated one way and I thought he\u0026nbsp;was\u0026nbsp;going to flee, but then he didn't. The kid backed up, rode up, got me up. I got up on him. I was\u0026nbsp;up and the kid kept going. Shit. So I got him up. I slipped down. I slipped down into my pocket. I slipped down until I brought something out and he took it off my fingers.\n\nHe sucked it in and he got up. Suddenly his paw went\u0026nbsp;up. His paws went down. I got felt up. He liked my body, my fur,\u0026nbsp;my belt that he then\u0026nbsp;unlocked. My pants dropped down. And I\u0026nbsp;was up. I was really up. And he got me in his paw, and everyone\u0026nbsp;could _see,_ and everyone\u0026nbsp;was _watching,_ and in an instant I felt _shame_, and then in an instant I felt like they don't care, and then in an instant I realized that I couldn't even tell and I felt this dark, sinking anxiety that I thought might take me away but\u0026nbsp;then in an instant I didn't know _if I even\u0026nbsp;cared_\u0026nbsp;and I caught my breath. Suddenly, reality slipped. \u0026nbsp;But it was\u0026nbsp;okay, because the kid was sucking me off stage.\n\n\"Shit. Seriously?\" I said.\n\n\u0026nbsp;He said. \"Never been on stage?\"\n\n\"I don't know.\" I said. \u0026nbsp;\"About any of this.\"\n\nI pushed myself into him. I fell into his throat. I pulled out. I slid back in. With his tongue he cradled my cock. I slid deeper. I slipped farther. He moaned. Somebody in the crowd was watching us. He was\u0026nbsp;so young. Was I ever that young? He had an expression on his face. It was\u0026nbsp;not horror,\u0026nbsp;nor was it\u0026nbsp;confusion, and it was\u0026nbsp;not empathy. It was\u0026nbsp;just there. \u0026nbsp;And I was\u0026nbsp;there too. Getting sucked off for all to see thinking that I might just--or that I should---or rather that perhaps I would have but then--or rather until...\n\nRelease\n\nAnd then\n\nCollapse.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}