Give Yourself Yiffs
Give Yourself Yiffs
"You know, wouldn't it be interesting if life were like a choose-your-own-adventure," Jake wondered aloud. "It's one thing to write about what you want to happen-"
Tom, the wolf and the taller of the two, wrapped an arm around Jake and pulled the small tiger close on the bench outside their high school. "But it's another to actually make it happen. You know, I still can't believe you actually handed in that book you wrote."
Jake snickered. "Oh, that was hilarious! Ms. Jones said didn't say anything when she handed it back - but I got an A+!"
"Remember what she wrote on it: one word - 'interesting.'"
"That was priceless. I'm sure she was up all night."
"My story only got a B-," Tom replied not really wanting to finish Jake's sentence. "It was about CIA spies lost on the wrong side of the border in East Germany."
"Win some, lose some," Jake giggled. The book he'd written was a choose-your-own-adventure detailing all his most personal sexual fantasies. It had originally been a way of purging the smutty thoughts from his system, but it had led to him having a boyfriend - his first, and just maybe, his only.
"C'mon," Tom said. "Let's go home and, er, hang out."
"Literally, I hope, eh, wolfy-love?" Jake said cheerily, following his lover down the school driveway. It was long after the end of the day and the inevitable traffic jam of SUVs and other vehicles driven by arrogant suburban parents picking up their offspring had long since cleared.
Jake and Tom walked over to Tom's house to spend the rest of the afternoon. For once in a long time, they didn't have much in the way of homework. After eating a hearty meal of cookies and orange juice, they went upstairs to hide out for a while, not planning on doing anything in particular. Except maybe make out a little.
Tom's room had sky blue walls, a gray carpet and the window looked out over a sunny backyard from the second floor. There was a Marine Corps recruiting poster on one wall - despite both Tom and Jake being in Canada - and a Halo Master Chief one on another. This was the first time Jake had ever seen Tom's room.
Jake found a copy of Popular Mechanics and lied down on Tom's bed to read. Tom sat on the side of the mattress looking out at the old, lone evergreen tree that took up most of the rear corner of his backyard. For a few moments, he was deep in thought.
"Just out of curiosity, would you ever marry another guy?" Tom asked uncertainly after a few minutes.
"Yes!" Jake shouted.
"I don't really know, though. It just seems kind of... strange. White wedding and all. I can't picture myself and another guy in there."
"You shouldn't worry about this. I mean, we're still in high school. Who knows what could happen in life? A magistrate and a courtroom can solve that problem in a flash anyway. Besides, if you want to have sex with me, turn to page 690. If you want to keep talking about boring adult stuff, turn to page 9."
"You're right. I'm turning to page 690," Tom said, getting down to business. He took the magazine from Jake and threw it across the room, not caring where it landed. "If you take off your shirt, turn to page 397. If you take off your jeans, turn to page 36."
Jake took off his University of Waterloo T-shirt - a gift from his older sister - and cast it aside. Tom came up onto the bed and held Jake close. They kissed as Tom squeezed Jake's left nipple tenderly.
"Okay, Tom," Jake said, breaking their kiss. "It's your turn to make the choice. I shouldn't have to do all the hard work here. If you want to take my jeans off, turn to page 92. If you want to lick down my chest, turn to page 200."
"Oh, 200, Jake," Tom said as he came close again. He use his long pink tongue to caress Jake's fuzzy white chest - one part of Jake that wasn't orange and black plus stripes; he was a tiger. Tom went slowly, starting by nuzzling under Jake's chin and whiskers and ending up at his belt where a fluffy tuft of fur sprouted up from his underwear.
"Going on to the next page," Tom said as he undid Jake's belt. Once Jake's pants were off, Tom caressed the bulge in the tiger's soft cotton underwear gently, felling the organ inside begging for release. After a moment, Tom tore off Jake's underwear, leaving his boyfriend nude in front of him with an eager erection.
"If you want to take off my shirt, turn to page 402," Tom said. "If you want to take off my pants, turn to page 123."
From underneath Tom, Jake slipped off the wolf's shirt and tossed it to where he'd thrown his own. He felt Tom's sturdy body and the abs undernearth the gray fur. This was the result of weight lifting as well as playing intramural soccer. Jake was slender and slight, but not really muscular.
Jake took off Tom's pants and cast them aside as well. Tom giggled when Jake stuck a paw greedily up one of the legs of his boxes and grabbed his cock. He'd been at full mast and waiting for a bit, and was already dribbling precum. "Now you're really hanging out, Tom," Jake quipped. "I told you that's what we'd do."
"Oh, just pull them down, Jake," Tom said. "No sense waiting up. I want you."
"Not so fast. Pull them down halfway - page 67. Pull them down all the way - page 83."
"Page 83."
Jake pulled Tom's boxers off and tossed them away. They'd gotten started with the choose-your-own-yiff game months ago. It hadn't gotten old, and wasn't likely to for at least a while.
"Okay, Jake. Your turn to choose. I suck you - page 13. You suck me - page 77."
"How about page 56 - we suck each other!"
"Hey - that hasn't been written yet!"
"Good writers write every day. The more they do it, the better they get."
"You're evi-" Tom began. But Jake was already on top of him with Tom's cock in his mouth. Jake was a bit clumsy at sucking - clearly this was his first time, or close to it. But Jake's rough feline tongue certainly made up for any deficiency in technique.
"Hey, wait up!" Tom shouted to get Jake to stop for a moment.
"What?" Jake asked.
"Let me turn around and get down on top of you first."
"Sorry," Jake said, following the statement with a quick giggle.
Tom turned around on the bed so that Jake's head was between his legs. This put Jake's cock in front of his head when he lied down again. Eager, he took Jake's member into his mouth and began to caress it with his tongue as best he could.
This was the first time Tom had ever sucked anyone off. Like Jake, he wasn't really very good at it. And it was easy to get distracted since he was being sucked at the same time he was sucking.
Tom nearly bit down on Jake's cock several times when Jake hit his pleasure nerves just the right way. And Jake did the same thing to Tom when the lupine got it right. Clearly, practice some was still necessary before Tom and Jake really got the hang of sucking each other off smoothly. It wasn't as simple as sticking a tongue in your mouth and working on it like a hard candy.
For one thing, they had to learn how to keep it going for a long time. Jake and Tom both came into each other's mouths at the same time, much too quickly then either wanted. When they'd finished swollowing the bitter fluids down, untangled and looked at each other once more, they found that both their muzzles and whiskers were dripping with sticky, white semen. It was a sight to behold, that was for sure.
Tom grabbed Jake's arm before he could wipe himself off. Taking the initiative, Tom quickly kissed Jake while the cum on both their faces was still drying. It was squishy, but it was also delicious.
The End
"Well, how was that?" Tom said as he lay on the bed with an arm curled around Jake having finished their little sex session.
"That was good," Jake said. "But you know what else we need?"
"More practice?" Tom asked slyly.
"A third person. Now that would be interesting!"
"Oh, Jake," Tom said, "you really do have the best ideas. But is that going to be page 740 or 124?"