Southern Hospitality
Disclaimer: This story contains gay furry sex. If you are under 18 or are offended by this, turn back now before it's too late! I couldn't think of a single good title for this. I'm just not a good inventor of titles... T_T This story was a bit loosely written. It's a product of what I like to call spontaneous nocturnal inspiration. Interpret that however you want.
- * * I knocked nervously at the wooden door of the small house. I only had a thin long-sleeve and loose pants on as I stood on the porch, shivering in the cold wind of the late autumn night. My winter coat hadn't grown yet, so my slender fox frame was vulnerable to the frost. I didn't expect to stop my drive that night at all, but, just my luck, my car ran over something on the unpaved dirt road and one of the tires went flat. I couldn't drive anymore tonight and needed a place to stay. I didn't really want to sleep in my small car, and I needed help fixing it. Unfortunately, it was a very rural region; the farmhouse was the only sign of civilization for a couple miles around. I knocked louder, calling for anyone inside. My hands were starting to go numb and I rubbed them together and breathed on them between knocks. I fervently hoped someone would hear me soon; I was going to freeze my ass off out here. I sighed in relief and joy when I saw a light turn on and heard footsteps coming from inside. I shoved my hands into my armpits and bounced up and down in an effort to stave off freezing, teeth chattering as I waited for the door to open. I was a bit surprised when it did open, revealing a big black bear in his boxers, angry at the interruption of his sleep. He must have been at least six and a half feet, more than a head taller then me. His headfur was just barely touching the top of the door frame. He sported a slight belly, but had powerful, muscled arms and legs from years of working in the fields. His thick black fur was disheveled and ruffled from sleeping and his eyes were half-closed but still expressed anger. I gulped. He demanded to know why I was knocking at his door at two in the morning in a low voice. It didn't sound hostile, just annoyed. But his imposing presence and piercing glare scared me so much that I merely stared up at him and stuttered as I tried to answer. He stared at me with that angry expression for a few moments before sighing and stepping aside to let me in. He must have thought I couldn't talk because I was too cold. Nodding in thanks, I walked into what I thought was the living room. Upon entering, I noticed a small dim flame in the fireplace, heating the house so the bear could sleep comfortably. I was extremely grateful for it and the warmth of the house as I rubbed my arms up and down. He guided me to a chair at a small table then placed a wool blanket around me. Mumbling my thanks, I wrapped the blanket tighter as he sat down opposite me. He waited a few minutes for my body to warm up before he asked me again what I was doing here. I gave him my story and he seemed to sympathize. He said I could stay in his house that night then he would help me fix the flat tire tomorrow. Smiling, I gave him my thanks and commented on his generosity. He assured me it was no trouble. However, there was one problem: he only had one bed. I looked around for the bedroom and realized the house was just this one room; it was the kitchen, living room and the bedroom. I saw the bed against the far wall and frowned at its small size. I asked him if he had any sleeping bags or anything, but he shook his head. He never really had guests over, so he never had a need. He assured me, though, that there was enough room for both of us in his bed, albeit tightly. I was still a little bit uncomfortable, but agreed to sleep with him. At least with his big body next to mine, I was guaranteed a warm sleep. I took off my shirt and pants, leaving only my boxers on. I didn't know why, but I could never sleep with clothes on; I always felt uncomfortable and restless when I did, even when I was exhausted. I noticed that he watched me the entire time I stripped, but I couldn't really tell what he was staring at because he kept an indifferent poker face on. Maybe he was just sleepy and was just staring off into space. I shrugged off the thought, not really caring. We both climbed into the bed, the metal springs underneath the firm matress groaning under our weight. The pillows felt lumpy, but I've slept in worse conditions. He turned off a lamp hanging from the bedpost next to him, which must have been the light I first saw turn on. The fire flickered with a soft muted light, silently protecting us from the frost and cold. We slept shoulder to shoulder, there was no room not to, but it was more of a snug than a tight fit. Despite the blanket and the fire, I was still cold, so I laid as close to him as possible, rubbing against his thick winter fur for heat. Being gay, I didn't mind sleeping close to another guy. He didn't seem to mind either; in fact, he seemed to understand as he turned onto his side and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to him. I was surprised and a little suspicious at his readiness and willingness to sleep so close to me, a stranger he had just met, in his bed. I was expecting him to shy away from me, actually. But I was tired and cold, so I didn't dwell on the thought much. I turned on my side as well, facing him, and snuggled up to his warm fur. I laid my ahead against his chest and felt it slowly rise and fall with his breathing. His soft snoring was soothing as I started falling asleep. I was suddenly awoken by a pressure on my stomach. It was digging into one point and starting to hurt a little. Trying to move away, I found myself trapped between his arms still tightly wrapped around me; I couldn't pry them off. The fire went out some time ago, so there was no light inside the house. Unable to see, I felt down his body towards the discomfort. My eyes widened as I felt his short but thick fully erect cock. At least I knew what was poking into me, I just didn't expect it to be so sexual. It also begged a few questions. Is he gay? Does this mean he likes me? And what should I do now? After all, I couldn't sleep with his penis digging into my stomach and his arms prevented me from moving too much. Without much other options, I reached down into his boxers and grabbed his meat. I figured if I jacked him off, his cock would go soft and I could sleep in peace. As I held it, I marveled at its size; it wasn't that long, but it sure was thick. I groaned inwardly, imagining what it would feel like up my ass. I definitely needed to ask him tomorrow. My own cock started stirring and poking out of its sheath from the thought. His cock was sticking straight out from his body at a 90 degree angle, which was awkward to stroke. So I pushed it up against his belly and he responded with a moan and a buck of his hips. It was unexpected and powerful; he crushed my abdominal area and lungs for a moment, knocking the breath out of me. I took a moment to recover before continuing. After making sure he wasn't going to do it again, I started to stroke his cock up and down slowly, enjoying the feel of his thick bruin penis. He started growling pleasantly into my ear. I looked up and saw him smiling, but his eyes were still closed. I guessed he was dreaming. Not surprising really, but the thought of pleasing him spurred me on to stroke faster. He started bucking his hips up in time with my strokes while pulling me closer with his arms, forcing me into his chest. I moaned silently as I breathed in his heavy, musky scent wafting from his cock into my nose. It was so intense and earthy, I just couldn't get enough of it. When it started mixing with the smell of his sweat, my mind just exploded at the sensations. Considering I wasn't going anywhere anymore, I decided to enjoy myself. He pressed our bodies too close together for me to stroke him anymore, so I pushed my body up and down, rubbing our cocks together through our boxers, moaning as the pleasure coursed through my body. I felt our underwear becoming wetter and wetter as both he and I oozed pre from the sheer ecstasy. I started playing with his nipples in my mouth, licking and nipping them, savoring the salty taste of his sweat. He growled and groaned right into my ears. His hot breath tickled the inside of my ear and I just got turned on even more. My hands roamed up and down his big bulky body, feeling every graceful curve and powerful muscle. I eventually ended up on his ass and I started fingering his hole and massaging his butt. Man, did that turn him on. He started humping into me and thrashing around his legs, but kept his arms wrapped around me. I thought he was instinctively trying to get on top of me, even in his sleep. He must have been dreaming about mating with a beautiful female. I wanted to feel his massive cock deep inside me, so I reached and pushed my boxers down as far as I could. I kicked them off the rest of the way, fully exposing my naked body. I did the same thing with him, although he didn't kick it off and they were stuck just above his knees, but that was more than enough to bring out his cock into the open. I moaned audibly as the pleasure I felt multiplied from the sensitive heads of our cocks rubbing up against each other. It was pure ecstasy. I pushed myself up over his cock then lowered myself onto it. It took a few tries since I couldn't see, but I finally managed to position my hole right over his cock. He must have sensed it because he suddenly pushed up with great force, burying his thick penis into my ass to the hilt. I gasped loudly, but held back my scream, afaid of waking him. Taking such a huge pole all at once with no lube was extremely painful. I felt tears start welling up in my eyes. But he didn't think about that. He just thrusted up and down with animalistic fervor, pushing deep into me each time. My asshole was burning from the pain of stretching around his giant cock, but I was in pure bliss as he poked my prostate with each thrust. My cock was dragged continuously between both our fur, stimulating it further. I felt like I was going to blow any second. Throughout all this time, he kept me close with his arms, as if he didn't want to ever let me go. And during the course of our mating, he somehow dragged me up on top of him. The new, more comfortable position allowed him to thrust harder and deeper than before. It also allowed me to slide up and down his big body easier, burying my face deep into his chest and abdomen. The scent of his musk and sweat was completely overpowering me, stripping me of all dignity and inhibition. Both of us were panting heavily. Soon, I was moaning and groaning as loud as I could, not caring whether I woke him up or not. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, almost unconciously. I pushed up and down against him in sync with his rapid thrusting, wanting to take his cock even deeper into me. I was riding a bear I just met a couple hours ago with no lube or protection like a bitch in heat, and I just felt like I was in heaven. My tail was raised as high as it could go and my eyes rolled into my head in pure ecstasy. I never wanted it to end. But it had to end eventually. I felt him thrusting harder and deeper with each stroke and knew he was close to the edge. I helped him out by sliding down as far as I could to bury his meat as far in as possible. He started growling and breathing heavily as he slid his arms down to grab my legs. He spread them as far as he could to fully expose my hole. Sooner than I wanted, he roared mightily and shot his load into my bowels. I felt the jets of bear juice push against my prostate with each shot and that just sent me over the edge. No longer held back by his arms, I arched my back as I, too, orgasmed. My cum sprayed all over his chest and stomach with some reaching his face. My orgasm ended quickly, I didn't have that much cum, but he just kept on shooting. The cum started seeping out of my ass due to overflow, but he still wasn't done. He must have been sexually frustrated for weeks or months. As my orgasm finished, I collapsed onto his wet and sticky body and just enjoyed his jizz pouring into my ass in gallons. It must have lasted a good ten minutes, and I felt a waterfall of cum dripping out my ass and onto my and his thighs and legs. I started licking up my foxcum from his chest to clean him up, loving the salty taste of it mixed with his sweat. But I was exhausted, so I couldn't lick up all of it. Instead, my head collapsed onto his still sticky chest as I closed my eyes and fell asleep. His arms roamed back up my back and held me tight around my chest again before rolling back to our previous position. I heard him whisper one last thing before I fell asleep in his arms: "Please, don't go..." * * *
Hope you enjoyed it d-(^_^)z * * *
You know, as I was reading through some other stories by amazing authors, I can't help but feel that my stories are extremely under-detailed. )=