Methuselah
The following story contains acts of an adult nature between to male furs as well as acts of a sexual nature between a younger male cub of around age seventeen and an adult male. If such content offends you please stop reading now. If this does not please continue reading at your own pleasure and discretion. If you bothered to read this intro let me know by leaving me a comment and I'll personally thank you and give you heart-felt hug in my reply. Characters are copyright to myself (Rhys Foxx), some names come from Celtic mythology, and cannot be used without permission, although as long as you at least ask before you post or credit that any and all characters you use are mine I usually don't mind people using them. Quick note: I wrote this story while on Lortab shortly after having my wisdom teeth removed...
Alexander awoke to the sound of crows calling outside the widow of his small home on the outskirts of the small town of Ashworth. The otter was a relatively new citizen as far as the townsfolk were concerned, having just bought the house four years ago after the previous own had moved away two years before. Alex was really the same owner as the previous one, just with a different fur color, but only the mayor and a few other town officials knew this fact however. They all knew that Alex was a Methuselah, a race of furs who lived far longer than their almost genetically identical counterparts. Alexander was one hundred and eighteen years old. Methuselah were rare in the world because only two pure blood Methuselah could produce a Methuselah child, and if a Methuselah mated with a normal fur, the child lived a normal lifespan. Alex had never met another Methuselah he had wanted to mate with, and even if he did, there wouldn't be a child for females held no attraction for him. The townsfolk all thought him to be nothing more than another rich boy who father had sent him into the world to do as he wished. Alex's father had really died about eighty years ago and all of his money came from work he had done over his life already. This fine spring morning, Alex decided to get dressed as go down to the caverns where he liked to spend his days looking for curious stones and other items to decorate his home with. He slipped into his clothing and packed a small meal for himself before setting off toward the caves. As he left his home, he turned and looked back at the small brick building. It had served him well in the eighty years after his father's death, and he had altered it little in that time. The mayor at that time had it built as payment for saving his son's life when the boy had been attacked by a highwayman. The current mayor was the great grandson of the same mayor who had build the house, and like his father before him knew who and what Alex was. Turning around, Alex saw the son of the mayor coming up the path to his house. The young panther only came to get him when there was a problem in town. As someone who knew much more than the current mayor, Alex was called upon to advise the leaders on big decisions for the town. Running to meet the child, Alex caught him halfway up the path. "Alexander," the boy said. "My father would like to invite you to dinner tonight. He says that There is someone he'd like you to meet coming into town this evening." "Very well," Alex said in a voice that held a musical, liquid tone to it. "Tell you father I'd be delighted to join him for his evening meal." "Alex man, you're talking like someone from the middle ages again," warned the mayor's son. " You should watch how you speak even around the furs who know what you are to keep up appearances." "You are right Jonathan," said Alex using the boy's name for once. "You know that I wasn't around back then though right? I was just practicing for my next show" "Yeah, I know. I was just teasing you about your acting again." "what time do I need to be at your place John?" "Dad said please be there no later than seven." "Alright see you then, and if I find a stone that I think you'll like I'll bring it with me." "You're going into the caverns," Jonathan's eyes lit up. "Can I come?" "Not this time my friend, I need a day to myself for once this week. I've had rehearsal every day downtown, and it has really made me want some time to unwind." "OK, can I come next time?" "Sure kid, next time." "Awesome," Jonathan cried. The he turned around and left. Alex turned around and headed back towards his house to take the trail back to the caves. It was about a five mile hike through the fields surrounding the town, but that was nothing to him. About half way there, he looked up and saw that a grey fox was walking a little ways ahead of him. Alex thought that this was odd because there were no foxes in the town. The closest fur was a large grey she wolf who was bout forty, where as the fox looked about twenty-one or so. Still the fox was dressed in tight jeans and a loose shirt, which made him look really good. Alexander admired the vulpine's ass, which was extremely cute in his opinion, Suddenly the fox stopped, and spun around. "A Methuselah! This is a surprise," he called aloud. Alex froze, his hand going to the knife in his pocket. "No need for that friend, I'm not here to harm you," called the fox. "Who are you?" "My name is Arawn," replied the fox. "How did you know that-" Alex began only to be cut off by Arawn. "I can sense your aura my young friend, and I know that of you tried you could sense mine as well. If I would let you that is." Alex's jaw dropped. How could this fox know so much about Methuselah? Alex could tell he wasn't one, so what was he? "Are you going to the caves Methuselah?" "Yes." "Good I needed a guide to find them. Would you mind taking me?" "Only if you will answer some of my questions about how you know so much about me," challenged Alex. "My poor, young Methuselah," Arawn said. "All will be revealed to you in tome I'm sure, so why rush things? I mean, you live long enough that you should know by now that things are learned at their own pace. Am I right my young otter?" "First off fox, I have a name. It's Alexander, not Methuselah, and not otter. My name is Alex, and I'd like you to start using it. Second off, I'm not young I'm-" One hundred and eighteen years old which is quite young, around nineteen years old as you Methuselah measure time. You have lived here for over eighty years, and are now shocked that I told you more than someone who has just met you for the first time should be able to know correct?" "How? What? Who?" stammered a shocked Alex. "In time young Alex, in time. Now would you mind taking me to the caves now?" "Alright." Alex lead the mysterious fox farther down the path to the caverns. Upon arriving he turned around to talk to the grey fox, only to find Arawn staring at the his ass. The fox quickly smiled and looked up. Alex smiled. "Why not take a picture? It would last longer," he said. "It would I'm sure, but I've found that pictures never hold up the original subject," said Arawn. "It is quite a nice ‘subject' as it happens. I'm sure you don't mind looking at it, do you Alexander," hinted the fox. "What do you mean?" "Oh nothing, I'm just thinking aloud again," said the fox with a wink. "Well, now that we're here..." "Would you like a better look at your ‘subject'? I mean you seemed interested," Alex blurted out. "If you want to that is." "I'd love a better look at it, but I'm not sure how good a look I can get." "How's this view?" Alex slipped his pants down over his tail and turned around exposing his ass to the fox. "My, my that is a nice view." mused Arawn. "Mind if I get a close look?" "Not as all Arawn, please get as close as you wish." "Oh I will. Trust me, I will," Arawn said as he knelt down. He reached out, grabbed Alex's tail at the base and squeezed. Alex shuddered with pleasure and moaned. "You've been with an otter before haven't you?" "Once or twice in the past few years." Arawn began to lick Alex's tail hole which caused him to moan even louder. The fox thrust his tongue inside of the tight hole, tasting the young otter. Arawn's cock began to stir inside of his tight pants. Reaching around Alex, he griped the otter's already stiff cock, and began to stroke the throbbing shaft. Spinning the young otter around he slipped the thick piece of otter flesh into his waiting mouth. Using this tongue to stimulate the otter, soon the fox was swallowing copious amounts of sweet otter pre. Not long after the fox quickly brought Alexander to his climax. The otter shot his sticky cum directly into the waiting mouth of the fox, who swallowed every drop without hesitation. Suckling on the softening cock, Arawn milked every drop of cum Alex could produce from the otter's now limp member. "Well that was fun," said Arawn wiping his lips. "Well, I have things to do. I needed to get something from the caves, and then head back to where I'm staying while I'm in town. I'm sure that I'll see you around soon my young Methuselah." Without another word, the fox jumped up and ran into the cave. Alexander was left staring at the entrance with his pants around his ankles, suddenly Jonathan burst through some of the nearby bushes. "Alexander, dad says that he needs you advice on something and that you need to... meet... him... wow," he said. "What are you doing like that?" "Well, I was... I was..." unsure of what to say Alexander panicked. "I was about to paw off," he said quickly. "Mind if I join you then? I haven't been able to for a few days because I've been so busy with stuff," said Jonathan. "I'd love it if you would paw me, if that's ok I mean." "Sure," Alexander said after giving it some thought. "You like guys pawing you off?" "Not really, but you're here, I'm horny, and it's available so I thought why not." And with that Jonathan dropped his own pants, revealing his already stiffening feline shaft. Slowly it began to fill his sheath. Quickly it stiffened to full attention, and Alex began to stroke it. This brought a moan from the feline, and a small spurt of pre fell to the dusty ground. The young panther wasn't used to the feeling of another stimulating him, and quickly came, shooting his load all over the ground in three spurts. Alex kept stroking the feline's cock until it completely retreated into its sheath. "How was that," asked Alex as he pulled his pants up. "Great Alex, thanks," came the breathless reply from Jonathan. "But now we have to hurry to help my father with a land development issue. Come on!" Both males ran off back to town, where Alexander once again was called upon to use his knowledge of the town and the surrounding area to advise the mayor on where to build a new set of buildings, this time a mall. Keeping well away from the cavern system to the north, Alexander advised that the new mall could go near the newer section of town to the south. There was little there to draw the attention of the Methuselah, and it kept the nosy teens away from his property as well. By about five o'clock the work was done, and Alex headed home himself to get ready to go to the mayor's for dinner that night. Slipping into a set of nicer clothing, he left his home by six thirty to walk to the mayor's home. He arrived at six fifty, knocked on the door, and was let in by Jonathan. The mayor thanked him for his help and walked him into the sitting room to have a drink. As soon as he sat down, he heard a vaguely familiar voice. "Well, who do we have here? If it isn't my little friend from earlier today." "Arawn?!" "Didn't I tell you I'd see you again soon?" "Had I known who you were at the time I would have been nicer to you!" "If you knew who I was now, you'd be nicer still Methuselah." "What do you mean? I know who you are," Alex said. "Well sort of." "You have no idea my young friend. All you know is my name," said Arawn. "As for who I am, I'm the king of the Wild Hunt. Yes, the very same group that you Methuselah call your creators." "My lord! I'm so sorry," Alex said falling to a knee. "Please for give my rudeness earlier today. Why was I awarded this honor?" "After supper," said Arawn. The mayor led them into the dining room and they ate for about an hour. After dinner was over Alex asked Arawn why he was looking for him. "I have been looking for a companion for years now, and I had heard that there was a Methuselah living around here, whom I hadn't met. I liked you from the moment I saw you and wanted to meet you," Arawn said. "My lord?" "Come travel with me for a while, let us get to know each other more." "Of course! I'd like nothing more than to do just that." "Then let us retire to you home for the night. We have an early start in the morning and will need our rest. Mayor I bid you goodnight and you have my thanks for introducing me to Alexander." With that, the two furs walked out. On the way, Alex told Jonathan to watch his house for him, and make sure nothing happened to it while he was gone. Once they arrived back at Alexander's home, the two furs walked inside and went to sleep. Alexander had wanted to "get to know" Arawn better, but he had insisted that they needed rest for the next morning.
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