Chapter 5 Storms inside and out.
#5 of The Gilded Suburb
Preface (please read): Contained below is a work of fiction. This fiction is of the erotic variety so anyone who is a minor or legally prohibited from viewing it is advised to leave. Stand by for furry sex including homosexual relations, offensive language including slang terms that might be considered derogatory or hurtful to certain parties (these words do not reflect the opinions of the author, who is gay for those who didn't know, they appear to allow the reader access to the mind and mental processes of the character using them), and mild blood, no gushing wounds but if your skin is breached you will bleed. Lock and load!
Chapter 5: Storms inside and out
Sunlight fell through the window like a radiant maiden. Golden stripes danced and spun across the wall. Tobias was enveloped by his blankets and slept in silence. On the floor below his mother opened the door and Blake, her new man friend walked with Raymond carrying some suitcases.
"Ray is here, where's Tobias? That kid sleepin'?" Blake scowled and looked around darkly.
"Babe the sun just rose, can't he sleep for a little while more?"
"No, Norma. That little bastard is gonna get a job, Ray" Blake smirked and gently punched Raymond in his massive shoulder "is pumpin' iron and preppin' for next season. But Tobias is gonna get his faggoty ass up and out." Norma gritted her teeth; there was no debating with Blake when he was in one of his moods. She sighed quietly and ascended the stairs, better she wake Tobias then Blake did.
Tobias didn't need to be awoken. He (Does he know I'm gay? Shit, what did I do?) was lying on his back staring at the white painted ceiling watching the shadows swim in a circular motion as the sun moved. Norma knocked on his door and pleaded for him to come down and say good morning to Blake. (Self-righteous prick, fucking hot but he treats mom like shit, he can choke on his dick for all I care) Tobias pulled on some clean jeans and a Van Halen shirt then dropped into the kitchen.
Blake was standing there, his massive package relaxed but still straining his pants. (Damnit don't stare damnit don't stare fuck it don't stare) Looking away Tobias mumbled a brief greeting. Blake looked over with a repulsed glare.
"What was that? Yer gonna show me a little more respect boy, or I'm gonna show you a little more belt (Please take your belt off, and your jeans, and your...), now fuck off." Norma winced as she fried some eggs. Tobias stared out the window then headed back up to his room. He looked outside (Radio said cloudy and cool) and then grabbed his grey jacket. He left in silence and wasn't noticed.
The sky stretched above and the grey clouds loomed, their taught skin seemed to hold back a deluge as the wind picked up.
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Mort chewed a turkey sandwich while staring glassy eyed at the back door. (How? Why? Did we? But- He- Why?) The previous evening flashed through his head (Gonna have to shower, damn his dick really did a number on my ass) and he pondered the consequences. Justin was attractive but Mort wasn't sure he was ready for a relationship. And more importantly: what the hell was going to happen if Coach found out?
Questions chewed away at Mort's stomach and his appetite fled. He put the sandwich back on his plate and put in the fridge. After a quick shower he headed back for Justin's his mind spinning like an orange top.
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Tobias huddled within his jacket. The wind whirled around his feet but a deeper cold struck him. He gasped and clenched his teeth as he tried to hold back the tears. His wrists still stung and scarlet shapes blossomed on the inside on his jacket. He could feel the sleeves grow sticky and warm with blood and the gashes burned and tormented him. The gusts picked up as Tobias neared the center of town. He looked at the familiar street signs and crossed.
He continued North as the wind got worse. It buffeted him like an angry god and threw dust in the air and loose paper in his vision. A newspaper, shredded and clinging together like a shipwrecked crew, struck him on the right side of his face. The debris blinded him to the branch that buckled and snapped under the moving air. It was ripped off the tree in an instant and caught him at chest height. He fell into the street as brake's screamed.
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(FUCK!) Mort almost had a stroke as what looked like a small bush flew through the air on the violent currents and struck a wolf walking on the sidewalk. An eerily familiar grey jacket dropped into his lane like a bag of potatoes. He hit the brakes and slid but the Mercedes stopped about three inches from the nose of the pedestrian. Mort got out and helped the guy on the ground get up.
"That sucks man, sorry bout-" Tobias's shadowy blue eyes stared back. ‘Oh hey man you alright?" Tobias felt like he was going to throw up but held himself and shook, his head throbbed and s thin line of blood was oozing down his face from where he hit the ground.
"I- I'm fine, really Mort it's fine." The tiger fixed him with a look of concern.
"Dude you almost got fucking splattered. You live near here? I'll give you a lift." Tobias's legs trembled; he knew it was a bad idea.
"Sure, um thanks Mort." Mort got back into the driver's seat and Tobias slipped into the passenger's side. The wolf leaned against his door trying to shrink into oblivion.
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He knew it couldn't end well but Tobias accepted the ride. Mort drove him to an apartment complex and pulled into the parking garage. (Don't say it)
"Hey Mort?" (Shut up)
"Uh yeah?" (Shut the fuck up)
"Um my dad is on a business trip so he won't be back for a few days. Want to come in for a little while?" (You fucking bitch)
"Thanks man" Mort thought of Justin, he had to have answers but the tiger really couldn't think of any real friends of Tobias and decided Justin wasn't going anywhere, "Sure"
When they got to the door of the apartment (411) Tobias lifted the statue of a dragon and retrieved the key taped there. He let them in and turned on the lights. The door opened to a small entrance hall with hangers for coats. Past this was the suite, on the right was the open kitchen, and in the middle was a living area with a plasma screen TV. and couches, to the right was a study for Tobias's dad and the bedroom. The tiger plopped down on a couch and Tobias felt his legs lock up. Mort's beautiful fur rippled as he shuffled on the couch to get more comfortable, Tobias wanted to go lie on top of him, feel those orange arms surround and pull him closer, feel the heat of Mort's breath on his neck....
Tobias shook his head quickly and side tracked to the kitchen.
‘Hey Mort want anything to eat?" Mort remembered the sandwich he left and suddenly felt his hunger return. Tobias started water boiling in a pot while Mort grated cheese.
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Blake scowled and glared at the wall. His guts shifted nervously and his crotch twitched. Raymond sat at the table while Norma had gone; she wanted to hit a sale in the mall in the next city over. She wouldn't be back till almost midnight. Staring at Raymond's body the older wolf felt himself harden. (Take him. Fuck off faggot. Caress his body. Fuck off. Mate him. FUCK OFF!) The voice in his head was pounding at his skull, Blake wanted Raymond, wanted him bad but Blake hated gays. He tensed his body, muscles popping as Raymond read the news oblivious.
Blake stepped around the table and opened the basement door. He flew down the bottom and scoured the wine rack. Selecting a hand full of bottles he crept back up. Raymond continued reading, blind to all else, as Blake plucked to glasses from a cabinet and poured to glasses. He put one down next to the husky/wolf much to his surprise.
"Wha?"
"Hmm? Oh I ordered Italian, figured you'd want a glass." Raymond suppressed a joyful yip; he'd had beer at parties before at the frat house but not often or recently. He drained his glass and headed back to the paper. Blake sipped the sweet red liquid reflectively and he refilled Ray's glass who promptly swallowed this again. Blake held back a cold smile as he refilled Ray's glass.
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Mort melted some butter in a saucepan before Tobias poured in some heavy cream. The liquid came to a boil and in went the boiled fettuccini. The pair waited till the pan boiled again before turning down the heat and adding the parmesan cheese. The delicious sent of cheese sauce and pasta groped and spread through the room. Tobias pulled some more butter and chopped garlic from the fridge. He melted the butter in the microwave as Mort sliced a loaf of bread and placed the pieces on some foil. As the butter melted Tobias turned the oven up and Mort leaned against the counter. The wolf could cook (He do this often? And why does his dad have this apartment? Where is his mom?) and Mort smiled, he could read and type but his reading and writing skills were in the field of sports journalism especially. Helping Tobias make lunch, it was a pleasant distraction. (But why hasn't he taken off his coat?)
"Hey man, what do you think of the summer reading list? I got in Professor Sharon's English next year. Senior Advanced English sound like it's gonna suck?" Tobias watched the oven heat. He wanted to speak, shout, pour out everything but the ringing of the blades fogged his brain.
"Nah, you were there last year. English with her is demanding but not impossible." The clouds rumbled and the rain began to fall.
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Raymond's eyes were partially glazed; the paper was strangely out of focus as he moved his arms back and forth trying to read. He felt dizzy and sleepy as the alcohol attacked his brain cells. Blake smirked as he watched (He's ready) and grabbed Ray's shoulder.
"Hey Ray, weren't you going to show me that trophy? The one in your room?"
"Hmm? Theressh a? OH! I guessh sshhho." The canine lumbered off, teetering and trying to maintain his balance as he climbed the stairs. Blake followed close, he zipper pressing hard against his waist. Inside Ray's room above his desk was a golden trophy, in his senior year of high school Ray lead the football team to the championship and won. Blake smirked again (Down pup) and leaned over to Ray.
"You mind getting on all fours pup?" The drunken dog gave him a confused look but collapsed and tried to get up. Blake slapped Ray's ass and the younger canine yelped. "It's what you want, you're gonna be daddy's fuck toy." Blake pulled off his shirt and the muscles of his stomach twisted and pulsed. Ray looked up with a look of confusion and exhaustion. Blake pulled Ray's shirt up and felt the dog's muscular back. "Mmmm. Son you're gonna do just fine. Now take ‘em off." Ray stared, his eyes hazy. "Take of your pants for daddy." Ray slowly obeyed. "Now your boxers." Again Ray obeyed.
Blake couldn't believe his luck (Damn better take this slow) and he stripped. Ray glanced up his head still spinning. Blake reached into his pants pocket and removed a small white tube. He squeezed out some lube onto his cock and began stroking it; with a little more he began rubbing Ray's tight tail hole. The younger fur whimpered softly as the wolf's fingers stretched him taught.
Blake gripped Ray's left shoulder for balance as he eased his wolf meat in. Ray tried to whine and pull away but alcohol and Blake's muscles kept him immobile. The older canine gripped the husky's neck with his teeth as he pumped, the red softness of Ray's ass massaging him closer to orgasm. The wolf's knot began swelling but he kept thrusting and pulling as Ray yipped in pain.
When he had grown large enough, Blake tensed his hips and thrust forward once more to hilt himself. He held Ray's snout closed with one paw as the dog tried to scream in agony. Hot jets of canine cum filled Ray's submissive guts and Blake moaned and shuddered through it all. As the pleasure waves came to a close a sickening feeling hit Blake in the heart. Hastily he ripped his knotted cock out, not even bothering to keep Ray quiet as he yelped.
The wolf hauled the husky over to the bathroom and thrust him into the shower, turning on the warm water. Ray yipped in fright at the sudden stream of steam but then gave a confused look. Blake dumped some shampoo on the young fur's head and left him pawing the soap from his eyes.
Blake threw Ray's clothes in the hamper then snatched his own and ran downstairs, hiding himself in the master bathroom. He stood over the sink as his stomach turned (Fuck) and he (Fuck) felt as though (Fuck) his insides were (With a goddamn male!) nauseous serpents. He splashed some water on his face but a jolt of pain made him weak in the legs and he ran to the toilet to be violently ill.
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Tobias sat across the small table eating with Mort and discussing various topics of literature. The tiger was different than he imagined the other athletes. (I wouldn't mind hanging around and showering with a bunch of sweaty muscle furs!) Mort had a keen sense of humor that was focused on satire and he had a broad grasp of philosophical concepts. The wolf stared longingly at the tiger, something, something just felt... right?
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Mort smiled as he enjoyed the hot pasta (Damn T's a good cook) and garlic bread. His conversation with the wolf revealed some curious aspects of Tobias's character: here in one-on-one speaking terms he didn't seem so timid and shy, and, despite a mild inclination towards nihilism, the wolf was a charming young man and rather friendly. But Mort still wondered why he was alone.
"So Tobias, you seeing anybody?"
"Uh, no. Not right not. You?"
"Ehh, yeah I guess you could call it a relationship."
‘Really? With who?" Mort's insides clenched and froze (Aww shit why did I have to say it) as he tried to grasp a name out of the air."
"Um, Justin." (FUCK!) Tobias almost snorted a mouthful of fettuccini.
"The football captain? Oh, your, gay?" Mort felt like a cold vine was growing up his back.
‘Uhh, uh, y-yeah." Tobias just smiled.
"That's cool man. I don't care. And yes, I'll keep my mouth shut." Mort instantly felt lighter, as anxieties melted.
"Oh, thanks man!" The rest of the afternoon proceeded fairly well as the pair discussed the assigned summer reading and the storm brooded outside.
Hell yeah! Took me a while because the Blake/Raymond scene kept cumming- excuse me, coming, off the wrong way. Not sure how to categorize that either, Blake is dating Ray's mom so it's not Stepdad/stepchild incest stuff, and Blake was forceful but Ray sort of submitted so I'm not sure it qualifies as rape, per se, the irony makes me wonder though... where did these characters come from? Who else is hiding in my mind and having more sex than me? Doesn't matter though. Read and enjoy, Chapter 6 is brewing in Word!