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_**For the main character, sorta imagine a yeti from the Mummy 3 (movie)**

Wow! More than a year already since I last posted. Tsk tsk tsk. Anyway, still stuck on where to take HT from here, but that doesn't mean I won't continue it, just give me a some more time. In the meantime, enjoy this. I really focused on the sex here, with a series in mind.

Story and characters copyright to me yadda yadda :P_

There was a small town in the south west of France in the Pyrenees, near the border between France and Spain. A town full of narrow cobblestone streets, wooden houses, glowing torches and simple lives. In this town there was a small pub that was in no way more peculiar than any other pub in the small town. It might have been the most unassuming little building ever constructed in that small town, locked between a large general store, and a barber shop. Three stories of apartments, grey, dull, and completely normal apartments were laid above the store and the barber shop. A hotel, of similar blandness, rested atop the small pub. The face of this average pub, was a deep green. It simply bore a wooden sign that read "PUB BRASSERIE", that hung above. It jutted out just enough so that passers-by could see and realize that there was a pub there. Inside this small pub was a bar that took up the entire left side of the rectangular room, and about ten square tables that took up the rest of the open space. Five booths lined the back wall, the last booth in the left corner was parallel to, and hidden by, the bar. There were two men at the bar, and a couple of groups of people sitting at various tables.

Yes, this was an ordinary pub, on an ordinary night, in an ordinary, small town. The only thing that made this bar extraordinary, was one of its patrons. In the very back of the small room, seated in the last booth in the left corner, hidden by the bar, something sat, drinking from a large mug of beer. It was a humanoid figure, tall, maybe seven feet tall. It wore a long cloak draped loosely over its shoulders, a hood obscuring his head from view. For all that the patrons of the bar knew, this was on ordinary man. If they could see through the cloak they would notice something very odd indeed. It was covered, head to toe, in a thick blanket of clean white fur. Its head was shaped and looked like that of any man's, it's eyes, too. The fur on its face was thicker at the top (like hair), brow (like eye brows) and chin, jaw and sides (like a beard). Its mouth was not a mouth at all, but a flattened leonine muzzle, although his lips were lacking in that cleft, floppy quality, and looked more like very thin human-like lips than anything else. His pink, lightly furred ears were pointed backwards a bit. On its table it had four mugs, three empty, one half full of translucent, golden beer.

This man (it should be said this thing was male, although in no sense physically human) wore a vest under the cloak. It was a moldy-beige color and was loose and open, only covering the outer pectorals and his nipples, showing his expansive chest and sculpted abdomen, covered in fur, although it was fine and soft here, allowing some pink skin to show through. His arms, large, menacing and furry, lay on the table in front of him, hands open, palm-pads hugging the wood, claws extended. His powerful, thick thighs and calves were hidden behind brown trousers, held by a draw string loosely to his muscular waist and hips. He wore no shoes, the rough pads on the soles of his feet were protection enough. His toe-claws dug into the wooden floor. He made all necessary precautions to make sure no one knew he was what he was, whatever that actually was.

The torch above his booth was burning bright, sending a flickering orange glow across the table, reflecting from the empty mugs and shining into his grey eyes. Grey eyes. Most people, when they hear such a thing, would think of dull, lifeless eyes. But when you looked into this man's eyes, you could see life, hope. These grey eyes, bordering on a light purple, could be hot and passionate, setting you on fire, burning your heart alive and they could be, when need be, cold as ice, freezing you in place, fear solidifying in your joints. He took his last gulp of port and stood up. He passed by the bar, the bartender walking after him.

"Good night, sir." the bartender said, in a calm tone that the furry man had come to expect from this burly bartender, as he dropped a few silver pieces on the counter. The bartender, as expected, had no qualms with his appearance. Many a shady character tended to frequent this pub, and the bartender preferred not to get involved.

"Good night." he replied, in his usually angered tone. His voice was deeper than that of an average man. It sent strong vibrations through the ears of those who heard it. I was not evident through the short phrases he usually uttered, but he seemed to speak in a constant growl. His vocal chords, you see, were very much like that of an animal, capable of barks, growls, roars, and yelps but as for the steady smooth voice needed for human verbal interaction, he was lacking. Therefore he refrained from speaking much to most people. He walked out onto the empty, narrow street. He brought his pocket-watch up to see the time. 21:47. He began his long walk to the slums of the small town. He lived on the outskirts of town, near the river. Most humans that could afford it wouldn't live near there. It was a messy part of the river, people dumped a lot of garbage near the area including fecal matter. He may have been among people who didn't accept him, but he had a spring in his step. He proudly displayed his human-esque teeth, and long, sharp canines, letting his thin, black lips slide along the smooth, slightly yellow enamel.

He had a bit of spare wealth after buying the weeks supplies, and the beers. He might as well enjoy himself. He stopped by a little known brothel not far from the riverbank slums. He entered slowly and carefully, making sure nobody saw him enter. This place specialized in male escorts, for both male and female customers, although it was notorious for its mainly homosexual clientèle. He walked up to the counter, rang the bell and waited in the warm orange glow of the torches. A short, bald, rotund man walked out from the door on the back wall, behind the wooden counter.

"Juro. How are things?" the man said in a high-pitched voice. He spoke in English, with a French accent. The furry man, Juro, was fluent in both English and French, but his native tongue would always be English.

"Good, Jabri," he said, his deep, undulating voice resonating through the small room, a slight Scottish accent tainting his words. Jabriase Nelchim, the owner of this establishment, was his friend, and helped Juro keep his secrets hidden. He pulled back the hood with a big smile on his face, radiating excitement.

"Who can I get for you today?"

"Jabri, get me a real man. Someone muscled, strong. Preferably with some sort of beard. I'm feeling particularly horny tonight and my pussy needs a cleanin'." Nelchim laughed heartily.

"Feeling like a bottom tonight, eh? Would you like an all night service?"

"Normally no. But I'm a little heavy this week, I can afford it." Nelchim stepped out from behind the counter, laughing again, and beckoned Juro to follow him through a very familiar door on the left hand side of the small room they were in. The room they stepped into had noticeably fewer torches lighting it. It was a long hallway, lined with doors. And it smelled of pure musk, coming out of every one of the doors around him. Juro took a deep breath, feeling his cock twitch just a bit. He loved that smell. The right side of his mouth, slowly raised revealing his right fang as he pictured what would happen tonight. He slipped one hand down and rubbed his his firm ass, letting the rough pads feel their way through the fur.

Nelchim unlocked one of the countless doors to the right, opened it, and stepped aside, allowing Juro inside. He tore of his coat and threw it to the side and it landed in a heap in the corner near the door.. The husky man that lay on the bed looked up at the furry creature, instantaneously being infected by an intense fear that was evident on his face, and his body. He thought the furry beast was about to rape him, turning his vision towards the door just in time to see it closed and locked on him. He began to cry and sob, clearly broken from the amount of time he'd been, most likely, some man's play thing, just a hole to stick his dicks in. He had to admit, the image only fueled his festering libido, sending a chill down his meat. Juro walked slowly to the bed, examining as he went.

The man was strong no doubt, well defined muscles rippled under his skin. He had black hair, and his face was rugged, but young. He must have been in his late twenties. He had facial hair shaved in the appropriate places so that he had a single strip of hair extending from ear to ear, with the patch under the lip left as is, nice and bushy. Juro's eyes looked down to the hairless body, shaved or waxed probably, and then to the mans crotch, seeing a limp eight inch piece of heaven laying on the bed, atop a gorgeous, plump sack, the outlines of the two familiar orbs pressing against the soft skin. Juro imagined them full to the brim with heady man-juice, ready for him to devour, and made a moaning-growl sound, that made the man jump back against the bedpost he was seated against.

"Calm down. You're not gonna be the woman today," he said as he removed the vest, slowly licking his index and middle fingers, making a soft, sexual sound, characteristic of such a seductive lick in the process, then rubbing the wet pads slowly across the little pink nub on the right side of his chest, moaning in the process, eyes closed, lower lip between his teeth. The man looked up into Juro's grey eyes as the furry figure sat next to him on the bed, one leg crossed, the other on the floor, a questioning look on his face. Juro did his best to put concern onto his muzzle as he grabbed the human by the shoulders, pulling him towards his furry chest. He let his lips touch the human's, docking, one might say, and slowly separating the lips with his tongue, initiating a kiss, a deep passionate one. Juro wanted a real fucking. He didn't mean a mindless mating, but true sex. For a short while he was doing all the work, but the man slowly started to follow. They joined in ecstasy as the sound of their face sucking filled the room, subtle smacks, and suctions. He felt his flat, long tongue flirt with a the man's thick, heavy one, and his mind shut off, sending chills down his spine, into his rectum. Juro rubbed his hand down the man's bare back, appreciating the smoothness. The man tried to moan as he felt the roughness of Juro's pads contrast against his back, but they were in too deep, the only sound escaping was that of their kissing, and a silent sigh. They pulled away with the soft sound of parting lips.

"I'm going to make both of us happy tonight, ok? You are homosexual, yes? You do enjoy this sort of thing, right?" The man nodded slightly, with a nervous smile. "What's your name, handsome?"

"Jack," he whispered with a blush, then he cleared his throat, and said louder in a voice as husky as his body. "Jack de la Croix."

"Jack de la Croix? Well Jack let's see what you have in store for me." Juro separated Jack's legs and held his meat between his fingers. Jack gasped, and leaned back on his hands. Juro moaned, seeing Jacks abdomen stretched back, chest too, nipples hard, feeling the soft, sensitive rod on his fingertips. Juro lightly grasped the man's slowly hardening penis in his warm hand and started to stroke slowly. He was full of lust. He hadn't gotten off in quite awhile. He let all his problems flow from his fingertips as they were replaced by the intense craving that came from holding Jack's manhood in his hands

"What's... your name?" Jack asked, between lustful gasps, rubbing one of his own hard nipples.

"Juro Narayan." The furry man said to the furless one. He smiled and so did Jack. He unsheathed the claw on his right index finger, and started to run it over Jack's ballsack, first one large ball, then the other, and back and forth. Jack gasped and threw his head back. Juro stopped and stood up. His furry cock was beginning to harden and was starting to become apparent through the thin fabric of his knickers. He slowly moved his fingers up and down his length applying a bit of pressure, squeezing his sphincter creating tension and fueling his lust. He then cupped his entire package, cock and heavy balls, lifting them up and letting them drop. The rippling and jiggling that resulted was something to see, and he could tell it registered in Jack's facial features, and cock girth. Juro moaned loudly, partly due to pleasure, but exaggerated by his lust. Juro's brown pads undid the drawstring, and he allowed the loose clothing to drop from his hips. His nine inch monster was covered in thick white pubic fur, that thinned as it reached mid way across Juro's two inch thick cock. The rest of his pride and joy was a light pink, right to the bulbous head. He ran the same index claw he had used to fondle Jack from the tiny hole at the tip of his maleness, down the head, moan-growling loudly and catching a drop of precum on his fingertip, as his cock twitched. He stuck his finger into his mouth and sucked hard making a slurping sound, looking seductively at Jack, who was staring open-mouthed at Juro. "Come here, boy. I'm thirsty." Jack followed suit, cock and balls bobbing up and down, side to side as he moved to the edge of the bed.

Juro let his fingers play with his asshole, spreading his legs and ass cheeks, slowly rimming the puckered opening, then inserting a finger, then two. His cock jumped and hardened responding to the stimuli in his back end. He moved his pads up to his crown jewels, feeling the soft furry skin of his sack. Then he knelt in front of Jack. He brought his nose up to Jack's tip. Sticking the tip of his tongue out, he licked the flared opening on Jack's head. An intense moan pushed Juro on as he rubbed his face slowly across Jack's crotch, letting his soft facial fur caress his newfound lovers junk. He felt the skin of Jack's gooch and felt the smooth manmeat pulse against his cheeks, forehead and lips. He savored the flesh on flesh contact as he swept back and forth slowly, giving a small nibble, or a long lick every now and then. Jack seemed unable to be quite as the downy follicles caressed his most sensitive areas.

After a minute, Juro's vision seemed to ebb at the corners as his lust overtook him, tunnel vision focused on the hardening mass in front of him. He took the entire length in one go, gag reflex trained to be shut off, feeling the unusual presence of a living part of another's body inside his warm orifice. Jack gave a shout of surprise as he felt the powerful jaws slowly close around his flesh, suction being created as Juro played with his new toy. The soft head pressed against Juro's throat and he accommodated his position to allow for a more pleasurable experience. He started to contract the muscles in his throat, strengthened, like everyone's, by years of swallowing large amounts of food. The contractions pressed flexed muscle against Jack's head, sending ripples of pleasure down his cock. He moaned hard, straining his voice, so lusty that normal moans didn't seem to satisfy the libido that was inflating in his chest.

Juro pressed his tongue against the bottom of his mouth's new inhabitant, as he sucked and withdrew, letting the long, thick rod of meat slide out like a fresh roast being removed from its pan. The dissonant sound of a vacuum being broken filled the room, the screechy suction sound that accompanied the action of cock leaving hungry mouth. Juro stuck his short muzzle under jack's meat, and started to lick and suck Jack's balls, smelling the musk and semen of past fucks, feeling Jack's girth on his face, closing his eyes, only allowing the sensation of man on his tongue to enter his mind. He rolled the globes on his tongue, tasting the sex this man had been through, he yelped as his cock convulsed and shot a string of pre at the floor. He ignored it, as he enjoyed Jack's voice pushing him further.

"Shouldn't... *moan* I... Shouldn't I be doing... *grunt* This... to you?" Jack managed to utter in short bursts of speech. Juro had been sucking on one of the spheres, which he removed from his mouth, slowly letting his thin lips skim the surface, leaving his thick saliva all over the sack.

" Darlin', there's a certain amount of interchangeability when it comes to sex between men, ok?," he said with a smile, then added, "I can want to suck cock just as much as want mine to be sucked, you know? I can want to fuck as much as want to be fucked." The smile was still there, irrevocably associated with the statement he had just uttered, a firm belief of his, obviously. Jack smiled back.

"Well then, get back to work, big boy." And that was exactly what he did. He returned to his process of sucking cock, eyes closed again. He didn't need his sight. He went solely on instinct, savoring the thickness laid on his tongue. He drank every spurt and spill of pre that fell onto his tongue. After several moments of this, Jack placed his hands on the back of Juro's head, playing with the fur. For Juro, the nape of his neck and the base of skull was one of the most sensitive and pleasurable areas on his body, aside from his own meat, and as Jack played with and scratched the fur and skin on the area, caressing softly while pulling towards his crotch lightly to signal for more, Juro nearly came, going into a mini orgasm, spurting pre all over forming a small puddle on the floor that seeped into the fur on his knees and upper shins. He moaned onto Jack's cock, sending vibrations through the pole, and issuing forth more pre cum into Juro's mouth, which he devoured quickly. He had no way of knowing when Jack would cum, and seeing as he wanted him to cream his ass tonight, he decided this latest stroke of activity was as good a time as any to get fucked. He let the meat slip out of his mouth again, imitating what he had done only moments ago, sending Jack a-twitching. He gave the rock hard pole a light, playful swat, sending the slightly tightened pouch beneath swaying slightly.

"Ready, boy? Cos I'm looking for a real fuck. Hard and fast. Don't worry 'bout me, ok? I can take it, trust me, I know. Just take it a bit easy at first, then plow through me like I'm fresh dirt at the start of the planting season." He laughed, paused, and touched his lips to Jack's. He pulled back, looking into Jack's eyes, seeing happiness throughout his entire face, laced in between the fibers of the muscles and skin, and then he realized he felt very deeply for this man, more deeply than he had for any other prostitute he'd been with, partly due to physical attraction, partly due to something else. When he looked into those deep ocean eyes, touched those strawberry lips, caressed that peach skin, he was off, his mind racing to get his body to pleasure this wonderful man. And all in just the first minutes of knowing the young one. He wanted to make this as pleasurable for Jack as it was for himself, a sentiment that didn't usually apply to his sexual encounters. Furthermore the dirty analogies were making him harder. Plastered on his face was a lusting, scheming smile.

He slowly climbed onto the bed. The mattress was of average quality stuffed with what seemed to be hay or straw. He pressed his palms and knees onto the bed, and stuck out his ass. Legs spread, his vulnerable hole could be clearly seen. Juro stroked his meat a couple of times as he looked at Jack, who was standing next to the bed, staring lustfully, and absentmindedly, at Juro's rump, and consequently his man pussy.

"Well get on with it." Jack jumped in surprise, obviously too focused on Juro's mounds of muscle, and the prize between them. He got up on the bed behind Juro. Juro couldn't see him, but could tell this was something important for the boy. He obviously didn't do this often, and it was very likely that he'd never been made a man. "Have you ever done this before?" Juro asked, coming off more on the aggravated side than he would have liked. He looked back at Jack, a wave of lust overtaking him as he saw the young body in full, straightened and strong. He started to pant as he stared at the boys amazing, hairless body. But the view was tainted by his posture, one demonstrating just how unsure and vulnerable he was at this point. It hit Juro like a physical thing, right in the chest, he felt his ears slide down on the side of his face just a mere millimeter, feeling the need to help.

"Oh come on, boy. Don't give me that look. It'll come naturally once you start. Come on. Just stick you stick in there." Jack nodded, and looked intently at Juro's back door, furry sack hanging just bellow, grabbing his own cock and readying it for launch. Juro looked at the headboard in joyful hope that he would get started soon. His furry shaft was starting to go limp, and his sexual drive cooling off slowly.

His temper rose slightly, after a period of inactivity that felt like several minutes but was only a few seconds. He was about to turn around and see what the young man was doing, but then Jack chose to strike. Juro gave a deafeningly high-pitched yelp as Jack pushed his entire eight inch girth into his asshole. No doubt he was a well worn beast, but even with practice, such a sudden application of force, into anyone's back end would cause tendrils of pain to arc up and down his lower body. And Jack didn't give up. It seemed that the feeling and the lust had overtaken him, becoming a much for violent thing. One part of Juro wanted to cry out in pain and agony, begging Jack to stop his violent barrage, but the other, sinister, more lustful Juro, after those first few seconds of pain, only want more. IT was this Juro the won out, and this Juro that started to rack back into Jack's thrust, so that Jack's legs collided with Juro's buttocks, creating a slapping noise that filled the room.

"That's the stuff," Juro said, voice oscillating strength with the shaking of his body. He barked, whined, and moaned as Jack drilled him through and through. With every slap, Jack's thrusts became more forceful, the bed threatening to fall apart from so much violent movement. Juro closed his eyes, and let his head hang, his shoulders slouching in and together, as he let the real man in the room, fuck him till he bled. His meat had responded, harding to full force, and fast approaching climax. He was in the stage where is lust consumed all. He wanted more, he wanted to feel Jack, he wanted to lick him all over and taste his musk, his essence. He grabbed Jack's right leg with his arm, claws pressing against the skin. And then Juro felt it, that familiar pressure radiating from deep inside his crotch, spreading steadily towards the tip of his cock, canceling out all other feeling. He fought against the pressure, holding back waiting until, inevitably, it was to much to handle. And then he shuddered, and he constricted his sphincter, and the muscles in his ass, and a huge glob of his semen shot on to the pillow and headboard in front of him. He fell onto his elbows, head touching the pillow, just in time to be sprayed with the rest of his tremendous load. He felt the warm viscous fluid cover his cheeks and chin, as it was spread over his face and the sheets on the bed.

His body was racked with convulsion, his lower body muscles contracting fervently. This, in turn, pushed Jack of the edge, and Juro smiled and collapsed as he felt the warmth spread the through his entire backside. Jack fell on top of him as he finished unloading into Juro's trunk. And for quite awhile, they lay there. Completely calm, breathing, at first, fast, trying to catch their breath, then slowly, deeply, eyes closed and feeling the others body against their own, Juro feeling Jack's cock deflating inside him.

Juro was the first one to move, trying to turn just a bit. Jack got the idea, and pulled out, meat covered in it's own sauce. Jack sat up, as Juro did the same, looking into Jack's deep blue eyes. He smiled, and Jack laughed.

"Looks like you aimed a little high there." Juro laughed along. Juro leaned forward and Jack fell onto his chest, Juro wrapping his large arms around Jack's body. Jack rested his head on Juro's chest, and Juro's sperm-filled cheek lay on top of Jack's hair. After a couple of minutes, Juro lifted his head, and so did jack. They separated a little, and Juro pressed his lips against Jack's forehead. Juro couldn't deny it. He had fallen in love with this young human. He realized that such a relation ship couldn't work, but that didn't mean he couldn't make requests in his following visits. He was happy. Not intensely happy at any one thing, but a general euphoria that he felt radiate through him, like heat seconds after an explosion. The laid back onto the pillow, Juro's semen still fresh on the sheets and pillowcase. Jack shimmied up to Juro's face, and planted a kiss on his lips. Then started to lick Juro's facial fur, cleaning them of his sperm. He closed his eyes and moaned at the sensation, and he nuzzled his face into Jack's. Juro knew Jack felt the same way about him, he didn't have to know Jack to be able to tell. He felt comfortable with this man.

"Thank you," Jack whispered into Juro's pointed ear, which jumped a millimeter at the sound. Juro instinctively gave Jack's cheek a long lick.

"No problem." Jack looked into Juro's grey-purple eyes, uncertainty slowly creeping up into his face, and his beautiful irises. He prepared himself to say something, something that Juro was hoping for, as He lay there, arm around Jack's shoulders.

"You know. This may not mean much coming from a whore. But. I think. That." He looked away, then looked back into Juro's eyes, with a bit of renewed confidence. "I love you." Juro's heart leaped at the words. He chuckled, then pushed into Jack's lips, as they kissed for a couple of seconds.

"I love you, too, darlin'"

And so they spent the rest of the night together. Jack fell asleep promptly after their exchange. Juro felt a warm satisfaction settle into his chest, threatening to burst out, like fireworks in the sky. His life could be a good one with Jack, even though their future would be limited. He let his mind trail off into wild imaginings of him and Jack together, and like that he feel asleep in a state of stark calmness, not knowing what the future had in store for him.