Sorrow and Sympathy
His eyes focused on that dark cherry casket. Lost in an abysmal world of lies and misfortune; he couldn't conceive how this had occurred or even why. He had loved him. Loved him just but a few hours before the untimely accident. He wanted him back in his arms. To hold his lovers warm body close and beg him to be still. To just hang there in motionless time and never leave his side or thoughts.
Rocco's eyes began to flood with sorrowful tears as he grabbed his own chest; his knees buckling under the strain. He flung his arms over the tomb of his lover and sobbed for a time of what seemed to be endless. He knew that he was in there, but he couldn't get his self to reveal that beautiful face. It was too painful.
"Roc..." whimpered Jesse "Roc... you... you didn't do anything. It's not your fault". Jesse was Rocco's best friend throughout high school and remained by his side even after Rocco came out. Jesse wasn't the kind of guy to judge.
"Why then?" Jesse retorted "Why did god do this to us?" He was a weeping mess now.
Jesse was astonished. Rocco was never one to give up. This just further defined how close Rocco was to Brent. Brent's body was the one enclosed in that coffin. The mortuary had covered the nude body in a black tuxedo. It shrouded most of the interesting features laden around his body. There was a patch of hair just right of his bellybutton that seemed to grow shorter than the rest. The skip of a stripe beneath his left shoulder blade was hidden as well. As a matter of fact, the only significant detail to Brent's physique that had still shone was his extraordinarily long tail. He was a smaller fellow. Not much taller than Jesse's shoulders of whom was at least half a foot shorter than Rocco. You can imagine the size difference between the two tigers.
Rocco's limp body breaking down over the smaller coffin was a strange sight to behold indeed. His muscular, well-toned shape overtook the casket making it almost seem as though he was hovering over the floor.
As his tears subsided, Jesse walked over to Rocco placing his hand on his hulking shoulder. The oppressed memories of the day before returned to his conscious.
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It had begun like any other normal Tuesday. Rocco woke, ate breakfast, and ventured to work. Little did he know, but this was going to be anything but a normal day.
He had just finished his shift and it was still light out. Taking in a breath, he closed his eyes and caressed his stomach. Being in the automobile business was nice, but he often would forget to eat lunch on account of his constant worries. He decided to skip the gym for the day. He knew how important it was to maintain a repetitive exercise habit, but he couldn't get in the mood. His stomach yanked at his mind again pleading to be fed and growling at every thought of food. He further played with his rigid abdominals and a sensually stimulating tingle was shot up his spine.
Rocco loved to be petted. The feeling of being in such a careful and protective setting was not only comforting, but slightly erotic. He began to finger his bellybutton as though it where another hole into his pleasurable anatomy.
With his head held high he moved to his car. His eyes remained closed as feelings of ecstasy overcame him. He would have shot one off right there in his front seat if a note placed in his windshield didn't draw his attention. The note read:
Rocco,
Please come home. I miss you.
He raised an eye. Since when did anyone else live with him? For that matter, who would leave the note in the first place? He had only given one other person a key to his house besides Jesse. However, Brent was deployed in war. Was Jesse going to... come out as well?
Instead of racing home to find out who it could be, he called Jesse.
"Hey, Jesse. What is up with the note you left on my windshield? What do you mean ‘I miss you'?"
"What are you talking about bro? I'm out of town with the girl."
"What?!? So, you aren't anywhere near here?"
"No."
"Oh... ok. Thanks Jesse"
"No problem bro. See ya later tonight"
He hung up. His mind was mixed up and confused. Could Brent be back? Either way Rocco forgot about his lust for his bellybutton and the hunger that he was enduring and sped home. The entire drive was extremely tedious. Every turn seemed to be that much sharper.
Pulling onto his street he focused his attention down the block towards his house. There was a white Mercedes parked outside. Brent's white Mercedes.
A sudden rush of adrenaline and excitement overcame him. He figured Brent would have at least called him instead of leaving a silly little note under his windshield wiper. That didn't matter; all that he cared about was seeing Brent's smiling face.
He almost sent himself flying through the garage door as he skid to a stop in his driveway. He flung open the door and ran to the porch entrance. Without second guessing himself he sprinted through the door and just standing up off the couch was a shirtless tiger. Brent smiled at Rocco's appearance.
The smile wore off his face as Rocco came barreling shoulder first into Brent's chest knocking the wind out of him. Rocco's mouth closed around his gasping friend's as they collapsed to the couch and forced a heavy kiss upon his lips. Despite Brent's lack of air, he accepted his friend's gift for as long as he could.
He pulled away gasping for oxygen and when he regained his composure, glanced up at Rocco who had a worried and denied look on his face. Brent giggled and pulled that heavy mug back down to his face to purge Rocco of his uncertainties.
The kiss lasted for quite a while until Rocco lowered to Brent's neck pressing his lips south in a continuous pattern. Between each kiss Rocco attempted to speak.
"I... thought... you... were... never coming back!"
"Of course I would come back" he replied "I love you". Their eyes met as Rocco kissed his right nipple. Then he continued to worship his friend. Kiss after kiss made its way down to Brent's belt. He stopped for a moment and got off of him, kneeling at his side instead. He fell slowly placing his chin on Brent's crotch and never once removing his eyes from his friends.
For a long time they just stared at each other, infatuated. With that single glare all their thoughts, memories, and troubles over the past few years were exchanged. They completed each other. It may sound corny but it was true. They could not survive without one-another.
"Well..." Brent whispered.
Rocco took the hint and lifting his head he slowly removed Brent's belt and unbuttoned his jeans. A slick pre-soaked cock revealed itself in salute of his friend's efforts. Once again their eyes met. If they were ever going to make love he did not know when. Brent snickered again.
Rocco threw his bulk over Brent and glanced backwards at him who was now licking his tail like a hungry kitten. He then leaned for ward and placed his clothed genitals on Brent's face who quickly took in his musk and moaned beneath the larger male.
Rocco returned his attention to the now fully erect maleness of Brent's. It stood a good 13 inches in height which was particularly enormous for his body size. He quickly took the part into his mouth and rocked his head back and forth at a slow pace. It was of course impossible to fit the entire length in, however he did his best.
Brent wished only to return the service to his friend, and with that bulging crouch in his face it wasn't too difficult. With quick fingers he undid Rocco's slacks and pulled them down just below his waist inserting the quickly engorging cock into his maw. It wasn't as impressive in size as Brent's, but he did not once ever comment on it for he never wished to insult him. He then reached his hands below his waist to grab Rocco's muscled pecs. Rocco shook with pleasure at the generous gesture and continued on his exhibition to pleasure his friend.
They grew into a rhythm and Rocco just bounced his entire bulk up and down allowing a simple yet impressively pleasurable experience.
"Uhhh..." cried Rocco "I'm cu..." he was cut short as a rapid flow of cum was expelled from his cock. In fear he might have hurt Brent, he curled his head down toward his own utilities. He sighed as he examined Brent swallowing every ounce of semen released into his throat.
Brent noticed that Rocco had stopped blowing him. Once Rocco stopped leaking Brent removed the limp penis from his jaws.
"Notty notty kitty" he exclaimed sweetly "Looks like I'm going to have to teach you a lesson. Get off me and bend over that table right there".
Rocco did as he was commanded. He raised his rump in the air ready to take in Brent's impressive length. This was how it had been with them before Brent went off to war. Many might call Rocco the bitch of the relationship. However Brent refused to call him so. They were both just lovers. Lovers alone.
Brent stood up and placed himself right behind Rocco and reached for his hips. As those hands came down upon his sides, Rocco lifted his tail giving Brent the okay. Being already drenched in saliva and pre, it would be a slick entrance.
Brent placed his member against Rocco's hole manually and slowly inserted his head. Rocco groaned with ecstasy. After of a few moments with only a few inches in Rocco's ass, Brent thrust deep into his friend's hole. Rocco roared loudly as the pain from being fucked for the first time in years overwhelmed him. The pain was soon replaced with pleasure as soon as Brent caressed his back. Rocco began to cry with joy. For over 4 years he had missed the feeling of being fucked in the ass by his mate and now it was happening.
Minutes began to stack up as the two bodies were constantly slammed together. Only after fifteen minutes did Rocco turn around and see his lover gazing back at him in a romantic flare. Brent finally sped things up. With a few more quick sharp thrusts, he blew. Cum filled the inside of Rocco's ass and he fell over on top of Rocco.
They sat there breathing heavily for a time. Just the feeling of being with each other was enough.
"Thank you Brent. Thank you for coming back"
"Not even a war can keep me from you Rocco. Not an ocean, not an army, not even a gu..."
There was a loud explosion and Rocco felt Brent go limp on top of him. In horror, Rocco turned around as his mate fell to the ground at his feet. A bear was standing there. A gruesome and horrible figure. A gun was pointed directly at his forehead. He glanced down at Brent who lied in a crumpled heap on the floor with a bullet hole in his skull.
He burst into tears at that moment. Sobs louder than a locomotive escaped his lips as he fell to Brent.
"Get up you fucking prick!!" yelled the bear. He pointed his weapon at the tiger now clutching his friend in his arms. Rocco just sat there in tears unable to fully comprehend what happened.
"I will blow your fucking face off! Give me all your money and anything valuable!" cried the villain.
Rocco sat there.
The bear growled angrily, "Fine. Then you will die just like your mate here you filthy bitch!"
Rocco stared at the bear, waiting for his death when out of nowhere a shovel was swung from the hallway. It was Jesse. The bear collapsed to the ground.
Jesse was awestruck. "I'll... I'll go get you a blanket" He was a good friend. When they regain some composure, they called 911.
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Rocco would later find out that he left his car door open when he ran inside, allowing the bear to take house keys directly from the center console.