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I gave a good stretching arch of my back as the fasten seat belt sign was taken off, my legs shooting out into the first class isle a bit as my paws stretched for the sky. My tail in the mean time did a few quick wiggles behind me against the seat as I let out a soft yawn in the process. It hadn't been the longest flight I'd ever had, that's for sure, but nevertheless it felt good for it to finally be over. I unhooked myself from the seat and stood up, giving another stretch as my old, worn T-shirt and jeans slowly ruffled and stretched around my body. I turned and reached up above me, slowly hoisting down my carry-on luggage from the overhead space as I gave a little grunt at the effort.

With a firm thump it landed down onto the plane's floor, and with a lazy little huff I lifted the handle from the main body of the bag. I grasped it firmly with the same tired fingers I used to grab that microphone for the past year and a half, and gave a few steps forwards as I made my way towards the exit the plane.

This was it, I was home. And I couldn't have been happier to set foot into that terminal as a small smile cracked over my face. It was done, another tour now OFFICIALLY in the books as I lazily wandered my way through the San Francisco Airport, tugging my simple piece of luggage along behind me. I could follow the route in my sleep at this point if I needed to, having walked this way more times than I would like to count.

I casually brushed past most of the people in the airport, trying my best to blend in while I could. Although, without fail, there was always one person who recognized me and had to ask... and of course that lead to a small group of people coming over towards me as word quickly spread. Thankfully the crowd wasn't TOO bad today, and after a few quick autographs I was more or less on my way once again, making good time towards those large exit doors.

I made my way out into the rather hot California air from the same door I always had, and right on cue there was the same slightly beat up Pontiac Grand Am waiting patiently for me that there always was. Poorly tinted windows, rust spots, dents, scratches, and all the other wonderful nuances of a well used car were there to greet me as I made a beeline towards it. I couldn't help but crack an even wider smile though as I watched the passenger side window slowly drop down, that familiar rabbit's head sitting there and staring back at me. A wide smile crossed across his face too as he looked just as relieved to see me as I did to see him. He gave me a quick, happy wave as I gave a tired wave back - those long, floppy bunny ears slowly drooping down over his shoulders as he continued to wave. They were adorned with a few small piercings and gauges on both sides, and the rest of his head was outlined nicely by a somewhat modest black choker around his neck. A pair of cheap but functional sunglasses finished off his all too casual California look as he finally turned away and I heard a slight pop when he looked down towards the floor of the car for a moment.

Without a word the trunk to the at least 10 year old car opened up, beckoning me over to slowly lift up my carry-on bag and gently chuck into the trunk. I gave a small smirk as that expensive leather bag got itself settled next to some old and rusty tools, a large pile of assorted disc golf discs, and the occasional old empty water bottles and plastic bags filled with god knows what. With a thud I try and slam the trunk shut, taking two tries to get it closed and locked, before finally opening up the passenger's side door and climbing inside the air conditioned car.

As soon as that door closed on me, the cheaply tinted glass of the car more or less hid the firm smooch between our lips as the bunny dove in and pressed them together for a good few seconds. With a firm smack we parted after a few seconds, and his paw quickly found my thigh as he could hardly hold back his excitement. "Hey you, welcome back," he says before he moves his paw over to the shifter and puts it into first gear, quickly getting the car moving out of the busy airport.

"The security guy there was about to ream me a new one if you didn't show up soon..." he adds as he speeds off down the ramp. I barely have enough time to fasten my seatbelt before the car made a speedy turn, almost throwing me back against the door. "I already circled around the area three or four times waiting..."

"Heh, the plane was delayed for a bit on take-off," I say with a small little twitch in my seat. My poor rump had been seated for a good few hours already, and it was in for another hour at least for the drive home. The feeling to stay standing and wandering in the airport was tempting, but then again I was already late in arrival. And, given the choice between standing and signing autographs for half an hour, or having to sit for another hour and get back home sooner... My rump was just going to have to deal with it.

"Some kind of mixing of signals coming out of Newark," I continue with one more settling wiggle. "Got the wrong planes going on the wrong runways, and took an extra 45 minutes before they could get going again."

Andy just smiles at that, pushing one of his large ears over his shoulder as he looks both ways, and then pulls out onto one of the roads leading to an on-ramp further down the line. He was rather silent as he did his best to snake his way through the maze of connections and doge all the other traffic, trying to focus on taking the right way out of the confusing and busy airport... which is a lot harder than it sounds, even with his level of practice at it. Eventually though he got the car up onto the highway, going the right direction towards my place, before finally saying again, "Ah, whatever man, shit happens. So, how the hell was the tour?" He says it with all the excitement of me getting ready to leave for it - not the absolute lack of any energy I had right now coming back from it which made me chuckle a bit.

"It was good," I reply in the most basic way possible, almost too tired and jet-lagged/hung-over to keep on going. But, for the sake of poor old Andy, waiting for me longingly like the good little puppy he was, I squirted out a few more lines after a moment's pause. "The tour was LONG, but it was a good showing everywhere I think. New CD went over well enough. It's not as big as the second and third ones obviously, but the new songs were fun to play live. Oh! And Tommy almost set himself on fire that one night - standing too close to the flames... did you hear about that?"

Andy chuckles a little to himself as he turns down the radio a bit so he could hear me speak. "Nah man, when did that happen?

"In, like, Atlanta I think it was... or Alabama... or something with an A..." I say with another chuckle. "Yeah, overshot his mark and stood too close to the flame things, and then all the sudden after the lights went down I heard him jumping around and hissing... shaking his paws on his left side. Singed his bass neck and everything too. His tuning screws and head were all black and shit...." I add with another hearty chuckle, glad I could laugh about it now. "He was alright though - we took an extended break after the song as he got himself checked out, had some fun with the audience. He got to do his computer gaming thing later that night anyway, so I'm sure he got fun of again for it on there too."

Andy was laughing along now too as he pulled into the fast lane to pass a rather slow Sunday driver, then ducked back into the right lane before adding in, "Not every tour you have a band mate pull a Gene Simmons... or a James Hetfield... or a Michael Jackson.... You know what, never realized just how many people almost set themselves on fire at these things..."

I laughed firmly back at that, giving a nice heavy rounding out of the laughter in the car before simply nodding and saying, "Yeah, true that. Got all sorts of crap about it from the safety guys too. So much 'We can't do this next time, we should've done that... They need to stay THIS far away' junk too. But it all blew over in a few days. I don't think they're really changing a damn thing next time, heh."

"Well that's good," he says back, settling into cruising mode for the somewhat nice trip - the roads being fairly empty this Sunday afternoon. "You gotta love fire though - it's what people come to see. I couldn't imagine a metal show without fire..." he adds with another small chuckle.

"Yeah, true that too," I say back with a little sigh. "I mean, it's damn hot on stage, and everything smells like propane for a bit, but... it's damn awesome. It's fucking fire!" I say back with an excited slam of my fist down onto the glovebox of the car. That gets a small nod and chuckle back from the rabbit before the conversation slowly turns silent for a few moments.

I try and pick out the song that's playing on the radio in the background for the next silent moment, but before I could get it the rabbit continues with, "So how was the rest of the tour?"

"Oh, that was the highlight for sure," I say back, stealing a stick of gum from one of the cup-holders and sliding it into my mouth casually. Just having anything adding more liquid to my slightly strained throat was a godsend, even if it was only my spit. "But the rest was good. As I said I think the crowds liked the new stuff - seemed rather into it. And the classics were... well... the classics. Overall another tour down, hopefully a few more decades to go... if my old body can take it..."

"You're not old," Andy says suddenly with a pat to my thigh with his free paw, smiling and giving it a rub before setting it back on that steering wheel.

"Yes I am," I say back with a short chuckle. "I hurt all over...." I add with a little wince, exaggerating the pain just a little bit, but for the most part being honest enough about it.

"Rough night last night, huh?" he can't help but say, the tone in his voice quite obvious to what he was trying to imply.

"Nah," I said back with a little grin myself, "I'm used to being locked in a bondage dungeon for the entire night, dangling from and being locked to everything imaginable, while a dozen horny studs have their way with me. But a year and a half of touring... THAT'S tough."

Andy breaks out laughing at that as he drums his paws on the steering wheel a few times, slowly saying back, "Mmmmm, you should really introduce me to those friends of yours ya know... I think they'd like me..."

I chuckle back one more time before saying with a smile, "Careful what you wish for..."

We fell silent for a good 10 minutes or so after that, with me being more than happy to lay back and think about nothing for a moment. But, after being silent on the whole plane ride, and getting a little antsy at sitting this whole time, I finally added in the obvious, "How's work yourself?"

"Oh, you know," Andy says with a little shrug as he turns down the music again. "The same. Water comes in, passes its tests for the city, and gets the clear to go back out into the bay. Rarely much of a problem. Day in and day out, same hourly samples... Great use of a Chemistry degree, huh?" he finishes with a smirk.

"Could be worse," I say, laying back in my seat a bit and still being a bit feisty at all the sitting. I would give nearly anything to stand up for a few minutes at this point. "Could be a musician like me..." I add with a small smirk.

That gets a chuckle out of both of us before we fall silent yet again. This time the music does get turned up nice and loud, and stays that way for the rest of the ride. Sometimes there's some singing along, sometimes some questions or opinions on what Andy or I thought of the band playing, but for the most part it was my time to dream and fantasize about being home.

As we got off the freeway and started to hit some of the back roads up to my place, Andy slowly started to come alive again with speech. "Alright, so I made sure the pool cleaners came by and made the pool spotless. It's all ready for a dive if you're up for it. I took a trip to the grocery store and made sure you were stocked on the basics. Enough hot pockets and TV dinners for when you're lazy, and then a few cuts of meat and fresh vegetables from the farmer's market in case you're feeling spunky. Hell, maybe I'll cook something tomorrow for ya," he adds with a wide smile, letting that sink in before he continues with, "I cleaned up the place as much as I could. I tried to get the cobwebs off everything and plug everything back in for ya.... Vacuumed up all the dust and such... spent the weekend getting everything ready for ya..."

I just smile softly and send my paw to tap the bunny's thigh now, patting it a few times and giving it a soft rub as I add in, "Now whatever would I do without you?"

The rabbit grins as he makes another turn up a different street, knowing the route by heart just as well as I knew the airport at this point. "You'd be paying a lot in maid services, that's for sure..."

This gets a chuckle out of both of us before the he makes a few final turns, climbing up a few hills towards my.... mansion might be a little stretch, but it was certainly not a shabby house on a nice little plot of land - with a wonderful view out over the coast of California. He finally makes the turn and pulls into my driveway, parking his car right by the entrance doors in the large crescent moon shaped semi-circle.

I quickly bounce out of the car and jump up to my feet, giving my sore rump and back a few rubs with my paw as I stretch out a bit. Meanwhile Andy takes off his sunglasses and sticks them on the sun visor, before slowly opening his door and getting himself onto his large lapine feet as well. He walks around to the truck and pops it open to get my bag as I'm just happy to be standing once again. I've almost got feeling back in my legs when I'm ambushed by the bunny from behind, giving a cute little squeak as those bag carrying paws wrap right around my midsection. I can feel his body lean in, and soon there's a wet little kiss against the back of my neck. His chin then slowly comes to rest softly on my shoulder as we both let out a soft sigh at the closeness.

"Mmmm, god I missed you honey..." he says with a soft moan near my large ear, slowly giving a loving little nuzzle up against my neck and cheek.

I let out a soft chuckle and an almost dismissive pat on the bunny's head at that, mashing his slightly spiked hair down a little before saying, "And I missed you too." I pause for a moment after my rather bland return statement, giving another small stretch before finally starting to move forwards, pulling free of the rabbit's embrace.

Of course, that's not enough for him as he slips in front of me and just quickly pulls me into another kiss, wrapping his paws around me yet again as I make it 3 steps closer to the door before squeaking again. I sigh softly and let my own lips go and lock for a good bit this time, a whole 10 seconds or so, before finally pulling back to catch a breath. "God I know you're a bunny Andy, but I'm gonna be here for a few months ya know... at least...."

That got a small smile out of the rabbit as he final steps away, giving me the space to start walking once again. I couldn't help but look over to his excited little bounces though as he walked up beside me heading towards the door, smirking to myself a little at the lapine's energy. But, I didn't share the same energy unfortunately. I was worn out... really and truly warn out, and even Andy could kind of tell. So, he didn't seem TOO down about me not exactly returning his enthusiasm for meeting up once again.

It had kind of always been that way between us though. Ever since I spotted the cute, although slightly chubby bunny at one of the local clubs I went to around the area, and just so happened to rut him in the backseat of his car... then take him home and rut him again... there hadn't been that high of a level of affection between us to be honest. At least as far as I was concerned. Hell, there had never been that high of a level of affection between myself any anybody really, so why did Andy have to be any different? Why did I call him back after he gave me his number after the first screw then? I wasn't all too sure to be honest. I'd come very close to tossing the small slip of paper MULTIPLE times, but each time it just wouldn't leave my pocket or paw. Finally, on a slow, boring day, when I was suffering from a little bit of writer's block and a rather heavy case of horniness, I found the bunny's number in my paw once again and gave him a call. He was more than happy to drive up, and an hour and a half later his ass was up in the air - soft cotton tail wagging cutely on that chubby ass of his before I made sure to make the ride back the next day a bit tough to endure.

And then again, with that number in my phone, I found myself pressing dial once or twice more in the next few weeks. I was quite surprised one day when he showed up at my door with a bouquet of flowers though. It was just... something I had never experienced before to be honest. I never really had someone care about me so much, show me such affection... I couldn't say it REALLY started to turn me or anything though. I didn't suddenly fall head over heels in love with the guy for it. But, if anything, it stuck with me for a bit. He was forever linked with those flowers in my mind as I fucked him once right then and there for the sentiment, almost in the doorway. Andy treated me to a nice dinner afterwards as well, and then we went another round when we got back. It was the slowest, most sensual and loving round of my life at that point. Though, that probably didn't mean much in most people's terms as I already said I'm not exactly the most... physically emotional kind of guy. But I had to admit that night left... some further endearing quality to the bunny in my mind. He was the closest thing I ever had to a real 'Mate'... at least since I'd started to put all my time and energy into making his band one of the best-selling metal acts around. Although, I certainly hesitated to call Andy anything even close to a mate, shrugging off all questions about a significant other in interviews since the time the band's second record came out... ages and ages ago.

I just couldn't imagine why Andy had felt the need to stay locked in my life over the years. It was quite surprising to see things turn from me calling him over on rare occasion for a fuck, to me calling him over just to hang out. And things started to get strange when Andy started to call ME for a change. That first call he made was such a classic example of a shy phone call that it almost made me feel bad for the shaky-voiced bunny. I couldn't help invite him over after that and give him another firmly passionate love making for it.

Of course, we both laugh at it now, but at the time it was a BIG deal for us. Even as our second album was going strong, and our third was almost ready to be released, I found myself hanging around him plenty. Sure there was lots of fucking, but then again there was plenty of video games, drinking, sometimes smoking, music listening, jamming, and just all around a good time to be had as well.

One thing lead to another, and after a year or two of becoming good friends and fuck buddies, I finally gave up the location of the spare key to my house. I was in one hell of a bind after a rather bad tour for our fourth album, and I was NOT in the mood to come back to an empty, dusty home all by myself. Not knowing who else to call, I finally asked Andy if he could make sure my house would be ready when I came home.

I figured that when I got back the house would be gutted, all my stuff stolen and pawned off, only to add a nice finishing touch to the horrible year I was having. But, when I returned to find the place spotless - everything in order, cleaned up, and ready to go... Well, needless to say both of us shared in the renewed vigor and energy I seemed to have after coming home to that sight.

And, ever since then, Andy seemed to think it would be the same every time I came back home. Today was no different. I could smell the light but sexy cologne all over him on the car ride; my favorite by far as far as guys went. And, watching the way Andy swayed those hips as he took the lead up to those large front doors, and used his own personal key to open them up for me, was more than intended to send a shiver down my spine. Still carrying my bag as well, his cotton tailed rump lead both of us all the way through the house to my own Master bedroom. Only then did he finally drop that bag on that California King sized bed. And when he slowly turned back towards he licked his lips, and knew just what was on his mind.

It would've been on mine too... if I wasn't so worn out of course. And it was more than that really... Andy was a good friend, which I certainly wouldn't deny. I enjoyed spending time with him, and having him welcome me home... and cook dinner for me, and basically keep me company in my large and lonely house. But... after all the affection he gave me, I just couldn't bring myself to give a good bit of it back. I didn't know why, and it kind of frustrated me at times... although nowhere near as much as it frustrated him I'm sure. But yet, he would always come back. Again and again. He was always there for me, and I never gave him anything... well... not very much in return anyway. We used to at least fuck like rabbits, metaphorically speaking, but even that has cooled down a bit over the years. I don't wanna say I've gotten tired of him - that's not it I don't think. But still, seeing that rabbit twitching and ready to pounce didn't exactly send the shiver up my spine like it should've.

But yet the bunny boy persisted - that look in his eyes rather intense and ready as he slowly slipped to the side of the bed and grabbed the leash hanging from one of the corner posts. Almost as if this was all planned, he slowly clipped the one end to the D-ring on his choker and made his way over towards me. He went down on one knee as he presented the other end of the leash in his paw, just like a priest making and offering to a god. I could only grin tiredly down at the sight and let out a small sigh myself, reluctantly grabbing the edge of that leash and giving it a soft tug back towards me. I could hear Andy let out a rather firm moan as his head rocked and pulled forwards at the tug.

"You know I'm always super tired after such a long tour..." I said down at the bunny, although curling up the length of leash around one of my dexterous paws a few times to make it shorter.

"Mmmmm, please Sir," he said back cutely, giving an ever growing needy look up at me as I just let out a small 'Psh' at that title. "I saved myself for two weeks just as we promised. Did you.....?" he says again with a hopeful little smile. But, in the silence following the statement, I just sighed softly and said, "Sorry Andy," I give a soft and just slightly disappointed shake of my head, as well as a gentle pat on his head to try and make up for it. "I couldn't last two weeks myself..."

He looks a little disappointed at that news, the wind coming out of his sails for a second, as if he really thought I could save up a load for him for so long. But, after a sad second or two, he dug deep inside himself to shrug it off, finding that happy perk yet again with a renewed rush of eagerness on his face. "It's alright Sir," he says, obviously pushing through it. "I know you said you'd promise this time, but I also know how things are..." As those words leave his lips he slowly cracks a forced smile.

"Would you stop calling me Sir!" I say out with a firm tug on that leash, making him give out a little grunt as his head shoots forwards. "My name is Ricky!" I add with a growl, holding his leash a bit more until he finally says back, "Y.... yeah, sorry Rick," in another slightly disappointed tone. He had been clearly expecting this whole scene to go a little differently than it was in his lust ridden mind it seemed. I couldn't blame him though - two weeks without getting off... for a bunny? Might as well be throwing him in jail... and not the fun kind that had all the raping going on either. I knew I had promised an extra special little session for all of Andy's hard work getting my house ready, and on account of his birthday passing a week ago, but... that lynx at the bar had just proved to be so tempting. And then that was that wolf beforehand, and that leopard, and that other bunny or two, and whoever else I was forgetting in the past two weeks that I've been inside of...

"It's alright," I say, releasing the tension on the leash a bit and letting Andy slowly pick his head back up from my thigh and raise it next to my belly button again. He lets out a needy little whimper from the silence and hesitation from me, until I can only roll my eyes and say, "Oh alright, I'll appease you for now you little slut..."

I give a half-hearted tug on that leash, much to the delight of the bunny, as I take a few soft steps over towards the bed. He follows along nicely on his paws and knees as I slowly drag him along. "Up!" I say quickly, pulling up on his leash and watching him climb up onto the bed slowly. I smirk a good bit as he gets up on all fours, with his eager rump was already wagging in the air. That cute cotton tail doing most of the eye catching as it slowly wags back and forth.

I take the dangling leash and wrap the end around the center of the backboard - a nice heavy wrought iron design of twisted black metal which I couldn't help but buy when I saw it. I make sure the knot there is somewhat secure as I pull it tightly, holding Andy's head and neck in place as I slowly slide my paws down the leash and then down over the bunny's neck. I keep my teasing touches going as I slide my dancing fingers down to his cute pierced ears to give a few soft rubs over the soft and floppy lobes, making us both let out a little moan and shiver all the while. From there I trace my teasing fingers down over the back of the bunny's shoulders and neck, down his spine, and eventually feeling them slip underneath the rabbit's frame to get at his pants. In no time at all my well trained fingers make short work of that button, pulling those jean flaps apart with a small unzipping sound.

He's already hard as a rock while I work down his pants - the bunny's cock eagerly poking out against the now relaxing fabric of his pants, with no underwear in sight to hold it back. I make short work of wiggling those jeans down and around his large rump once the button and zipper were free, stripping the rabbit down and leaving those jeans wrapped around his knees for now. I slowly gaze over that rump and throbbing bunny cock as my paws slowly slide back up over his thighs and onto his rump. I'd certainly seen much more... model-quality asses before with my time on the road, but there was something... different about a rather average rump for a change. Something I couldn't really place in my mind. It was... different. Something fresh, something new, something interesting... It was something... normal. Something sustainable, unlike those perfect rumps that have their time in the sun and then fade away. And it was something I could claim as my own unlike all those nameless sluts I fucked constantly. But, model ass or not, both Andy and I were going to enjoy using it. That I was going to make sure. I lifted my paw back and gave a few spanks to the jiggling rump, which made the rabbit jump and squirm again. With another firm hit or two over that ass, I finally start to climb up onto the bed behind him as well.

I could smell the rabbit's cologne and body wash strongly now as he must have just taken a shower before leaving to pick me up. No doubt he was trying to look and smell his best for my return, which I certainly appreciated after the usual scents of sweat and mosh pit musk my normal concert-going partners had on them. I slowly leaned in and gave his back a soft sniff as my fingers continued to gently slide over that rump. There was another smack or two against the soft flesh of his rear end before one of my curious fingers dove in against that now presented pucker, giving it a soft rub.

"Ooooooh, yeah...." He says with a long, heavy moan. His EXTRA needy cock now giving a heavy twitch as he wasn't lying about holding back for two weeks it seems. I couldn't see it from this vantage point, but I knew that average sized bunny member was certainly dripping down a good bit of pre already in a few long, slick strands down onto the recently cleaned bed sheets.

"Mmmm, you like that, huh?" I tease a bit, although half-heartedly as I keep rubbing my finger up and down over that nice and ready entrance. He gives a few heavy moaning nods as he slowly pushes back into that teasing, so much so that I can see his neck pulling firmly against his tied up leash all the while.

I do my best to give the bunny a few more rubs over his hot pucker, enjoying his eager reactions to the touch, before sliding off and slipping over to the bedside table. There I pulled out one of the most expensive bottles of lube you could buy, before bringing the small container back towards the bunny's rear. I pop it open and slowly start to pour the lube down onto his fluffy tail, aiming a little lower and then slowly dripping it between his cheeks with a slow, careful drizzle. I let flow about three times the necessary amount, which splatters and drips down against the bunny's soft, well-conditioned fur. I can't help but enjoy making a nice mess before I take my finger tip and start to rub it all in. I swirl my finger around that pucker and then slowly start to push it in up into that warm, needy bunny rump.

That certainly makes his back arch and his muzzle let out a heavy and hot groan - that hot pucker swallowing my digit easily enough with a slick slurp as it sinks in to the knuckle. "Mmmmmph, oh God Sir... I mean... Rick...." he says as his mind shoots off some fireworks already with just a single finger inside of him. I should've gotten a whole new level of respect for just how hard it was for a bunny to hold back two weeks of need inside him, especially from the quick and eager showing of need right now from that cute bunny butt. But, as I started to slowly pump and curl that single slick digit inside his wiggling rump, his moans were becoming so loud I couldn't even think straight.

"Mmmm, you needy little bitch..." I teased softly, adding a second finger to that slurping rump as I made him jump and twitch for joy as it joined the first one.

"Mmmmph... ohhhhh... oh yeah......" is all he could say as his own cock twitched with almost every pump, the drooling beads of pre from that wagging cock tip starting to form quite the nice wet spot down on the edge of that blanket. I just slowly placed my other paw down against the his rump, and then slowly slid it up higher along his back as I added a bit more force down. With a firm push, and a little adjustment by Andy with his collar and leash straining firmly, his chest pressed firmly down into the bed. That was all the sight I needed to add my third and final finger into that hot, warm, and needy hole - feeling an extra few degrees hotter than most rumps I slid into for sure. Even the in-heat females rarely reached the temperature I was feeling now, pumping my fingers deep into that beyond needy rabbit hole.

"Oh Rick... oh rick...." he moans back, having to use every last bit of restraint he had not to reach down a paw and so much as touch his cock, or his load would come gushing out for sure in one supernova of an explosion. He hard to keep his paws clenched tightly around those scrunching bedsheets all the while, holding onto it as if his life, or at least his own orgasm, depended on it. How he'd made it so long without touching it these past two weeks I just couldn't imagine, but now he was so close, so ready to finally let itself go... and that cock just hung there - needy and useless as I further teased that rabbit's rear with my fingers.

It didn't take long though before I finally slipped my fingers out of that clenching bunny rump entirely with a rough, popping pull back, leaving that hole slick and just a little more open than before. I gave his fat ass a nice and heavy spank, watching those cheeks jiggle back and forth for a few moments as I enjoyed the sight. "Mmmm, now be a good bunny boy and beg," I say rather casually, taking the time while his brain was struggling to come up with something coherent to start and slip off my own pants. My half hard cock flopped out against my thigh as I kicked off my pants from my ankles, giving it a little helping paw to reach its full potential. But, once it did, I slipped back off the bed and went back to the side table, pulling out a condom and tearing it open with my teeth.

"Oh please Rick... saving up for two weeks.... Was a nightmare... I need a release... I need to cum... I want to cum for you..." Andy adds in the meantime, his disjointed thoughts almost coming together to make a sentence in between his hot and heavy pants. He slowly swallows the spit inside of his muzzle before starting again, need growing with every word. "Please.... Fuck me... your fingers were such a tease... I... I need it... I need it more than ever... need it more than anything..."

The shaking of his rump as he spoke out made it impossible to deny that he was telling the truth - every word dripping with need and craving my attention. I had to admit, the bunny sure had one hell of a silver tongue on him. And, as I laid another rather heavy spank down on his jiggling ass, my hard and now covered cock was more than ready to poke against his tail hole to tease him a bit more.

"C...condom..." he says with an almost regretful tone. "I made your screening appointment for Wednesday..." he adds in, breaking the mood just a bit after all that heartfelt begging. But I just smile a little bit and add one last spank to that slowly reddening rear as my cock gently slides up against his taint.

"Yeah yeah, I know the drill," I say back, pressing my cock tip to that hole now and giving another rubbing tease. It was obvious what I did during the tours with others after the show, and although I TRIED to be careful when I could, there were times where I went in bareback... into a completely stranger. Andy was just wanting to keep himself safe in case anything happened to come up from that. He'd made it clear that he wouldn't have unprotected sex right after a tour with me until I got tested, and of course he'd be getting tested too, just to make sure nothing would be exchanged between the two of us during the "off season" as it were. I really didn't know who the rabbit screwed around with when I wasn't around, but then again it didn't really matter. With all the nameless asses I've pounded over the years, Andy was entitled to a few cocks himself I figured.

Not that any of that was on my mind now as I slowly pushed into that hot bunny rump with my arrow like cock tip, sliding in with a quick slurp into the prepared hole as a hot moan came out of my mouth. But a HUGE moan came out of the bunny's muzzle to match it. His chubby body shook and quivered as his muscles clamped down hard over the invading cock, pushing back into my hips with a hard grinding force. He even pulled his leash as taunt it would go, giving all the effort he could back into that cock. "God yes... rut me stud...." he says in a hot and heavy lustful voice, the sting in his rump fading quite quick as his need takes over, making him a horny wreck.

I'm all too happy to oblige, pulling back against his rump and then slurping in hard again - getting both of us settled in with a few soft pumps before my hips started to fall into a nice rhythm. The hard and wet slapping of my large balls against his taint started to fill the room with those dull, wet hits, and the soft squeak of the bed as our two bodies rocked forwards and back added its own part to the symphony as well. But the main component of the cacophony of noise was the bunny's moans for sure - filling out the room out fully as he was rocked back and forth with the firm pummeling pushing him down into the bed. I made sure to get a firm grip on those hips as well as my claws softly pushed down under that fur, against the rabbit's skin, making him shiver and shake all the more. And as a result of the firm pounding I was giving him, Andy's face pressed down into the sheets with more and more force with every hard thrust I made.

"Ahhhh... yeah... fuck Rick..." is all he could really say, his heavy groans and moans only finally starting to be muffled when I lean down and grab his head fur - lifting his head up just a bit and then pressing it straight down into the bed. His mouth was now pushed hard into the sheets, making his moans and grunts of pain and strain dull a bit by the thick memory foam of the bed.

"You're too damn loud bitch," I add with a small smirk, finally getting into the act just a little bit as I keep my hips going. The loud slaps over and over into that bunny's rump made him continuously groan and moan down into the bed, leaving a nice little wet spot when his mouth started to drool from all the rutting. He was obviously enjoying himself, and with two weeks of holding back needing to be released there was little way he WASN'T going to enjoy himself. But I was a little more reserved myself. Despite grabbing onto Andy's head fur and pushing him down, this wasn't THAT hard of a fuck from me. I'd certainly done much better, faster, and harder before, even into that same bunny rump in front of me. And, although he was a mess of pleasured noises down into the bed now, after his mind cleared a bit of the post-orgasmic haze he would certainly think back on it the same way too. I could chalk it up at least a little bit to the tour exhaustion sure, but in my mind I was just going through the motions again. My hips were on autopilot, doing the basic minimum so Andy wouldn't HATE me after all the work he did getting both himself and the place ready.

I was just glad that the rabbit was especially horny tonight, hoping his mind would try and block the lack-luster performance from me a bit. I certainly couldn't say that I didn't ENJOY thrusting down into that hot rabbit rump in front of me, but my need to just rest and reset my mind was growing heavy on me. There was little reason for me to hold back and try to slow down because of that feeling. I just wanted to cum for the round to be over, and Andy had been eager to cum the moment I clipped that leash around his neck. So, I kept up my heavy pace until I was panting nicely over the bunny's back - slowly sliding my paw back and off the rabbit's head to his shoulders as I groan out, "I'm close..."

Andy, although letting out a little disappointed whimper that this was all coming to an end so soon, gave a firm squeeze of his rump around my pumping cock before saying back, "S... seed me... I want it... I need it... Rick... please" He certainly made some good use of his mouth now as it was free of the contouring foam, whimpering and panting firmly as my hips continued to drill away. He adds in a little wiggle of his rump around my bouncing hips, and that's all I need to push in deep a few hard times and let myself go.

"Mmmmmmph, oh god...." he says out again, gasping at my climax while feeling that cock pulse a few strong times inside of him. My heavy breath over his back certainly makes the him shiver as well as he drinks in the feeling of another male orgasm so quickly inside of him. I don't let out a single word the whole time, just arching my back and letting out a few nice and gentle grinds and groans at my own sensation. My cock spurts out one, two, three times... and then starts to taper off - a slightly forced, or at least overly casual orgasm for me it seemed. But, it also seemed to leave Andy satisfied as I lean down further over his back, and then start to reach my paw underneath the rabbit to give just a weak little rub to his cock.

THAT really seems to set him off as he's back to moaning and twitching again in a heartbeat, shivering like a crack addict needing another hit. So, just to be mean, I slowly pull my now pre-soaked paw away before Andy responds with a quick, needy whimper. "You like that, huh?" I say with a smirk, slowly wrapping my digits back around his cock again and starting to pump a little harder over that bouncing, throbbing shaft.

I certainly wouldn't be lying in saying it was one of the quickest orgams I've ever seen. No more than 10 pumps of my paw in a decently quick fashion, and maybe one or two little pumps into that rump with my hips, and his back arched heavily. His yell up into the ceiling made my fur almost stand on end, feeling those HARD squeezes around my cock from that shaking rump as the rabbit finally came. His load splashed down onto the bed with a few heavy ropes of seed, shooting out nearly to the rabbit's chin and coating the sheets all the way down to his now drooling cock. I could feel as the last few weak drops of thick, full seed dribble out of the dangling tip of that cock as I gave it a few final squeezes to milk it all out.

I stare down somewhat wide-eyed at the panting and still twitching rabbit as his orgasm tapers off. I didn't actually seeing the full power of that orgasm first hand, but I certainly felt it down in my cock and in my paw - those heavy reflexive quivers and quick, moaning breaths all I really needed to hear and feel. "Wow, you weren't kidding," I said a little casually afterwards, sliding my slightly messy paw away from that cock and rubbing off the mess on Andy's sweat shining back fur with a few little pets and rubs.

"I... I really held back for two weeks... to the date," he says back once he'd gotten enough body composure to do so, although it was obvious his mind was still spinning as his words came out shaky and soft.

I felt just the tiniest little tinge of guilt since I had promised to do the same for him, a delayed birthday present since I hadn't been here on his birthday to help him celebrate. But I knew when I sent that email back that there was NO way I could keep that promise. Hell, I was already balls deep in some other slut after the next show, only 12 hours of so after giving that promise.

But, the guilt started to fade quickly as I give a little pat to his back, pulling back myself and slurping my spent cock out of that still twitching rabbit hole. It slid out easily enough, the full condom tip bouncing gently in the air as my own cock gave a final pulse or two at the lingering sensation. I looked down to see that slightly gaping hole in front of me giving a nice little clench at the now empty and cool feeling. He gave off a rather firm gasp and shake as he was once again left empty. He slowly turned and laid down on his side with a thud once I was out of him, kicking off the messy bedsheets onto the floor so he could just lay down and relax. He let his mind recover a little bit as he patted the area right behind him with a few firm pats, making sure I heard it and knew what he wanted.

I was busy rolling off that condom and slipping it into the nice and empty garbage can in the mean time though, cracking a smile at the sprawling bunny as I tried to slowly say, "I've gotta wash up and unpack a few things first. But then I'll slip in and join you, alright?"

That was probably what disappointed the rabbit most about the whole day as I could hear him let out a heavy whimper at those words, and his face quickly twisted into a sad, pouting expression. It's almost as if that wonderful afterglow and ache in his balls seemed to vanish slowly at those words, leaving the rabbit empty again. "Awww, please Rick...." he adds with a few more intentioned pats.

"I'll be there soon, don't worry..." I add with a soft, reassuring smile towards him, getting him to slowly roll his head back down and lay there quietly as I finished up what I was doing in the bedroom. And, with that, I slowly moved off to the bathroom, cleaning myself up for a few seconds, before going to get my travel bag from the foot of the bed and taking it back out into the living room to begin going through it.

I pull out a few of my own clothes, crumpling them up in a pile and walking them over to the hamper in my bedroom once again. I toss them in and go back to my bag, starting to go through my more... personal stuff. A few pairs of undies left for me over the length of the tour find my paws next, making me smile as I remember at least some of their owners when I pull them out and inspect them. I take maybe one or two extra special pairs out and set them aside, taking the rest and tossing them to the garbage. But those two special pairs get a nice safe spot in my closet, among all the other extra special ones I've gathered over the years in the nice big pile in the back.

I take out out an index card from a pile nearby and start to write down whatever I could remember about the owner of those underwear onto it. A little bit about what happened, who they were, what species, and mostly just what city they were in. Just for future reference in case I actually did go back and look through that large, ever growing pile. Once I finished with both cards, I took a paper clip and attach them to the undies, laying them neatly on top of the pile in the corner of my closet. Then, as I close the door, I head back to my bag once again.

Toiletries abound as I stick them in their proper place in the bathroom. My fur and tooth brushes were soon back to where they rightfully belong after a long hiatus. I pull out a few small gifts some of my fans gave me along the way too, from a golden microphone to a small scale model of the guitar I was using, crafted with extreme detail that even surprised me when the buffalo handed it to me. I slowly found places for those around the house, adding in the award the band had won for... something or other along the way - yet more junk for Andy to dust every few months. And then, to my relief, the bag was finally empty.

I let out a soft sigh and wheel it into the closet, having a good bit of empty space now as my other bags and larger things were still on the tour bus. It was in the process of being driven to the record company's parking lot in San Francisco where I could pick up my stuff later. I give myself a soft arch and crack of my back as I contemplate what to do now. I pull out my cell phone go through all the text messages I'd gotten as I slowly wander around my large house. I send back a text to the rest of the band members and my agent saying I got back okay, and I check off all the similar messages I've already gotten back from them as well. And then, well, that TV was calling my name it seemed as I let out a bored little yawn...

A good few hours later, after realizing there was nothing on, I flipped on my Playstation and grabbed a controller. I hadn't gotten a new game in almost a year and a half, so I was stuck with whatever last year's favorite was. But nevertheless, when I logged on, I still saw a few people playing. But, getting my ass kicked rather heartily more than a few times, I finally made a note to pick up something new after barely being able to stay alive for more than a few minutes at a time.

I glanced over to the clock at that point to see that it's 2am, letting out a soft yawn as I lazily check my phone one last time. I respond to the texts waiting for me before getting to the one from that lion boy I'd known for quite a while now. I crack a smile as I open it and read, "You free tonight stud"

A small grin crosses my face as I casually type back, "Not tonight cutie, but I should be free tomorrow after... say 11pm. Wanna stop by?" I figured Andy would probably take off work tomorrow and stay around since, you know, he hadn't seen me for almost a year and a half now. But then the next day he'd certainly have to go to work, and that meant he'd have to leave here rather early so he could head to bed and get ready, leaving me all sorts of free time to do what I pleased... or who I pleased.

After letting my phone lock once again as I stared at the screen, I finally decided to get up. I stretched one last time and then finally sauntered off to the bedroom. Andy was comfortably sleeping at this point, his paws spread out over the massive bed in every which direction when I showed up. That was totally fine with me though, giving me an excuse not to have to cuddle up to him as I slide into the other end of the bed. It was a king, so I still had plenty of space to spread out myself, despite the rabbit trying to do his best to always take up as much space as he could. I slowly toss the remaining sheets over my naked body and start to close my eyes, thinking just how nice it was to be back home once again.