Unexpected Moments
The following story contains sexual scenes of homosexuality, you should be over the age of 18 to read this story. I am not responsible if you are under. The characters in this story are created by me and are not permitted to be used without my permission. I hope you enjoy the story.
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BEEP BEEP BEEP....
Mark's paw instinctively slammed onto his alarm clock. He struggled to keep his eyes open as he tried to focus on the time.
"God, what time is it?" He muttered softly, half awake.
"OH SHIT!" Mark's eyes opened wide as he struggled to get out of bed.
"SHIT...SHIT...SHIT." He ran into the bathroom with a toothbrush in one paw and a comb in the other.
"Not today...Not today." He yelled angrily.
He quickly managed to comb his fur before putting on his suit and tie. He immediately ran out the front door and took the nearest metro subway station downtown. Luckily, Mark made the train just in time before it was about to leave.
"At least something went right today." He grumbled sarcastically.
He sat down on the seat nearest to the exit. He tried to fix up his tie before looking nervously down at his watch.
"I still have twenty minutes. If I keep up this pace, I should be able to make it." He sighed in relief.
Mark was a tall white tiger with unusually light blue eyes. He worked often in jobs involving hard labor giving him a fit physique and well toned muscles. He kept his fur short and had a small gold ring pierced in his left ear. Despite his outer appearance, Mark wasn't as strong as he looked.
"Please don't let anything bad happen. Not today, please." Mark whispered desperately.
For the last couple of weeks Mark has been looking for a job after being fired as a construction worker. After days of searching, he found a job listing for a position in Lunar Tech, a large multi-million dollar company that sells computers and other electronics.
Throughout Mark's life, he worked in many different jobs. Before being a construction worker, he worked as a physical trainer and before that a security guard. For some reason, bad luck seems to follow him everywhere as he would get himself into trouble even if it wasn't his fault. While working as a construction worker, he laid large piles of wood inside of a net that was meant to be lifted into another construction site. The net however was weakened from repeated use and the weight of the wood tore a large hole causing the wood pieces to come crashing down. He was blamed for the incident and was immediately asked to leave.
Mark shook nervously. This job interview was his last chance to make something out of himself. He was a proud tiger and despite his strong exterior, he always felt vulnerable inside. Even when he was young, he was never close to his parents. In fact, they threw him out of the house at the age of eighteen. His father was lazy and frequently drunk. His mother would leave the house often and be gone for days at a time. The only person he ever cared about was his best friend Cody. Cody was a rather large rhino with short sharpened horns and a strange sense of humor. They've became friends ever since the second grade when Cody defended Mark from a school bully back in elementary school. Cody has always been there for him through thick and thin. Friends like that only come once in a lifetime and Mark was glad to have him.
DING...
Mark rushed out as soon as the doors opened. He ran upstairs and quickly made his way outside the station. He rushed through an alleyway taking a small shortcut down the block. He looked down at his watch.
"Shit, only six minutes left." Mark thought to himself.
He was nearly down the block before hearing a group of furs shouting up ahead. His ears perked as the commotion grew louder.
"I SAID GIVE ME YOUR GOD DAMN MONEY!"
Mark drew in closer as he watched one of three hyenas pull out a knife and point it dangerously close to a large panda bear.
"Well?" The hyena pointed the knife against the bear's throat. The panda bear didn't look intimidated. He merely looked in the other direction and refused to cooperate.
"I guess somebody wants to die." The hyena giggled menacingly. Mark needed to do something.
"HEY, LEAVE THAT GUY ALONE!" Mark yelled angrily.
The hyenas looked surprised as Mark walked in closer.
"Who the hell are you!?" The hyena with the knife pointed the sharp object in Mark's direction.
The hyena wore a thick black leather jacket. His arms were covered in large tattoos and his face was heavily pierced.
"Look, I don't want any trouble, leave and nobody gets hurt." Mark stood still. His eyes were fierce and his voice strong.
The hyena started to laugh as the other two joined in.
"Mr. Tough guy huh?" The hyena smiled with a dark grin. He slowly started to circle around Mark twirling the knife around in his paw.
"Leave him alone. He has nothing to do with this." The panda bear begged.
"Shut up, this is between us." The hyena snarled.
Mark watched the hyena carefully. His eyes were transfixed to his every movement. He raised his paws against his chest and held a firm stance.
Without warning, the hyena lunged forward. He slashed the knife in several directions as Mark quickly dodged out of the way. The hyena grew angry as his arms waved recklessly in the air. Mark waited for an opening before lunging at the hyena's paw. Mark grabbed the knife, but lost his grip as the hyena slashed at his arm. Mark shouted in pain as blood soaked into his white fur and spilled over his suit.
"Not so tough are you?" The hyena smirked.
Mark cringed at his arm, but managed hold his stance as the hyena lunged again. This time he grabbed the hyena by the jacket and thrust his knee into his gut. The hyena flailed forward and fell back dropping his knife in the process. Mark quickly grabbed the knife with his other paw and watched as the hyena crawled away towards the other two.
He screamed, "DAMN YOU!" as he and the other hyenas scrambled together and ran off leaving Mark behind.
Mark dropped the knife and grabbed his arm tightly in pain. He turned around slowly as his vision started to blur. He stumbled to his knees as the panda bear rushed over and held him gently in his arms.
"Are...are you all right?" The panda bear's voice started to quiver. His eyes swelled with tears.
Mark looked into the bear's eyes and tried to smile. He vision grew worse as he responded, "Yeah, I'm o...kay." Then suddenly, everything grew dark. Mark's eyes slowly closed as the last things he can hear were fading cries for help far into the distance.
Mark woke up in the hospital. His vision had a hard focusing as he tried to look around. For a moment he felt like it was just a bad dream, but it wasn't until his felt a jolt of pain from his arm that he realized that it was all real.
"Mark? You awake?" The voice sounded familiar.
Mark looked to his side only to find Cody hovering over him.
"Hey there buddy, how you feeling?" Cody face looked tired and relieved. He had dark circles around his eyes from the lack of sleep.
"What happened?" Mark's voice was dry and raspy.
"You lost a lot of blood and passed out. I can't believe you fought off a bunch of scumbags by yourself. What were you thinking?" Cody's voice was full of concern.
"I wasn't thinking. The guy was in trouble and I needed to help. How is he anyways?" Mark asked curiously.
Mark watched as Cody sat in a chair next to his bed. "He's fine. He just left not too long ago. He gave me his business card and asked for you to call him once you get better. He also paid for your medical bills. I told him you had health insurance, but he insisted to pay for everything."
Mark sighed in relief. "At least that's something I don't need to worry about." He chuckled.
"It's not funny Mark!" Cody's eyes grew moist. His fists grew tight as he fought back the tears in his eyes.
"You could have been killed!" He kept his head down. His voice quivered angrily.
"If I wasn't so lazy and just drove you to that stupid interview, none of this would've happened." He clenched his fists tighter. Mark reached over and grabbed Cody's arm. Cody looked up at Mark, his eyes red and flustered.
"You're such a softy. It wasn't your fault that I got my butt kicked. Besides, that guy could have been killed if I didn't show up. We're both alive and that's all that matters." Mark smiled tiredly.
Cody smiled back before wiping his eyes. He padded Mark on the head ruffling up his fur. "Get some rest Mr. Hero, its been a long day."
Mark nodded as he watched Cody leave the room. He just realized how exhausted he was from the whole ordeal. He thought about the interview and couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. His lost his last chance to get the job of his dreams, but in the end it was worth it.
"Oh well, at least that guy isn't hurt." He thought silently to himself as he fell asleep.
With Cody's assistance, Mark left the hospital the next day. He had eight stitches on his left arm with a thick bandage wrapped around to cover the wound. He wore a small harness around his neck to keep the arm elevated.
"Remember, the doctor said not to use that arm for a week." Cody reminded Mark persistently.
"I know, I know." Mark responded a bit irritated. "I'm not a kid you know." He muttered sarcastically.
"Yeah, a kid would have known not to take on three guys at once." Cody smirked. Mark gave him a stern look.
They walked up to Mark's apartment and were stunned to find dozens of roses and boxes of chocolates placed up against his door.
"Wow, somebody seems to like you." Cody grinned as he picked up one of the box of chocolates.
Mark found a card attached to one of the packages and read the sender's name.
"It's from a guy named Brutus Armstrong. He must be that panda bear I helped. Why does that name sound so familiar?" He asked himself.
"I don't know, but these gifts are expensive. That guy must have some deep pockets." Cody grabbed the packages and helped Mark move it inside.
"Oh yeah I almost forgot." Cody handed Mark a business card.
"You should call the guy and thank him. Maybe even ask for a blu-ray player while you're at it." He chuckled sarcastically.
Mark smirked at Cody as he looked down at the business card. It was a very professional looking card. It felt heavy and the words were inscribed in gold lettering. He looked down at the owner's name.
"Brutus Armstrong. Founder/CEO of Lunar Tech. NO WAY!" Mark couldn't believe it.
"What's the matter?" Cody sounded worried.
"That guy I saved is the CEO of Lunar Tech. No wonder his name sounded familiar." He said shockingly.
"That's why he can afford all this stuff. Maybe he can give you a job in his company?" Cody asked curiously.
"No, that's pretty manipulative. I don't want to put anyone in the position where they feel like they owe me something." Mark responded.
Cody nodded in agreement before having to leave for work. He already lost two days from staying in the hospital. Mark said his goodbyes as he closed the door. He held up the card in front of his muzzle and thought about what to do next.
"I really should call him. He was nice enough to pay for my medical bills and send me flowers. It's the least I can do." He made up his mind. He grabbed the phone and dialed the numbers on the card.
The phone rang and was immediately answered with a female's voice, "Mr. Armstrong's office how may I help you?"
Mark wasn't expecting somebody else to answer. He stuttered as he responded, "Oh, um...My name is Mark Strypes. Ummm....Mr. Armstrong wanted to..."
He was immediately interrupted. "Oh yes, Mr. Strypes, I was expecting a call from you."
"You were?" Mark sounded confused.
"Mr. Armstrong wanted to know if were available this week for dinner, perhaps around six o' clock." She sounded persistent.
"Oh, I suppose I'm free tomorrow." Mark didn't really know how to answer. The conversation was moving rather quickly.
"Great, I'll set the dinner reservation for tomorrow then. The driver will pick you up at five-thirty sharp. Have a wonderful evening." She hung up the phone.
"What just happened here?" Mark felt his mind race. "Did she say driver?" He felt his heart pounding. He's never been to a formal dinner before. The thought of being in a room filled with upper class business furs made him extremely nervous. The only good suit he had was ruined and he couldn't afford to get anything fancy. He took a deep breath as he fell back onto his bed.
"Oh well, it's just one dinner." He thought quietly.
"What's the worst that can happen? It's not like my day could get any worse." He chuckled to himself. He rested his head on his pillow.
He tried to remember how Mr. Armstrong looked like back in the alleyway. Things happened so quickly that everything came out as a blur. The only thing that he could really remember clearly was his eyes. He remembered seeing his gentle light brown eyes and the tears that fell from them before he passed out.
"I wonder what he's like?" He silently thought to himself. Little did he know what was in store for him the next day.
Mark woke up late. It was nearly four o' clock as he painfully got out of bed. His arm felt sore has he held it tightly.
"Damn thing still hurts." He muttered angrily as he stood up and walked into the bathroom.
He washed his face and brushed his fur. He looked at himself in the mirror and stared at his reflection. His fur was wet and bright white. His ears were slightly large for his head, but his features were strong and handsome. His neck was thick and bulky while his chest was tight and muscular. As he stood in the mirror, he couldn't help but see the weak parts of himself. His insecurity, anger, and sadness all bottled up and shunned away from the world. He felt as if the world hated his existence. His parents abandoned him and his bad luck streak almost got him killed. He was still young, only twenty four but he felt older. He was forced to grow up early and learn to take care of himself. Even with Cody by his side, he felt lonely at times and a little depressed.
He washed his fur again. He needed to get ready soon. The driver is supposed to pick him up at five-thirty and it was already five. He picked out the most formal clothes he had in his closet. A large black collared shirt with a red tie and loose khakis pants. His made his way outside his apartment and waited as a large black limousine parked in front of him.
"Oh man!" Mark gasped at the sheer size of the limousine. An elderly badger walked outside and opened the back door for Mark.
"Please watch your step sir." The badger spoke enthusiastically.
Mark felt a little hesitant at first. He climb inside the spacious limo as the door closed behind him. The seats were large and wrapped in dark brown leather. A small plasma television was mounted on the side of the limo with cabinets filled with drinks.
Mark sat down nervously. He buckled his seat belt and tried not to touch anything. He was afraid of breaking something or tipping one of the glasses over. They headed towards their destination as Mark watched his neighborhood pass by. He couldn't help but think how ironic the world was. Just a few days ago Mark was barely able to make enough money to pay the rent and now he's sitting in a hundred thousand dollar limo. He laughed a little.
"Funny how the world goes." He muttered silently.
The silence was soon interrupted as the elderly badger spoke.
"Mr. Armstrong doesn't usually have guests. You must know him well." The badger asked curiously.
Mark snapped out of his trance. "Oh, actually I don't..."
He was interrupted, "He usually keeps to himself. Always busy that man, all work and no fun. It's good to see that he has some friends at least."
Mark remained silent. He thought an important guy like Armstrong would be surrounded by people all the time. He still felt nervous though. He and Armstrong are from two different worlds. He couldn't imagine what he was going to be like or what they would even talk about. They didn't have anything in common and he didn't want to seem disrespectful. His paws shook nervously as the driver yelled, "We're here."
Mark walked outside and stood in front of a large white building. It reminded him of a white castle from a fairy tale. The doors were marvelously decorated with hand carved wooden figures and the passages to the doors were illuminated by bright golden lights. As he walked inside, Mark's eyes grew wide in amazement. The floors were made from polished marble and the rooms were decorated with large marble statues and extravagant wooden tables. The ceiling held an ancient grand chandelier that lit up the room in a brilliant shimmer.
"This place is unbelievable." Mark thought to himself.
He felt as though he traveled into another world. He can hear the laughter and chatter of business furs echoing from the main hall. Mark's heart pounded nervously as he tried to remain calm and blend in the atmosphere.
He walked up to the front desk and was greeted kindly from a female fox.
"Hello, how may I help you?" The fox smiled gently.
"I'm looking for Mr. Armstrong. We had a dinner reservation." Mark tried to sound calm.
"Oh yes, you must be Mr. Strypes. Please follow me." She walked out of the front desk and lead Mark down a series of halls, down into another room adjacent to the main dining area. Mark watched in wonder as the room was at least three times the size of his apartment. A large crystal chandelier hung in the center of the room as the walls were painted with classic sceneries and portraits from famous artists. In the center of the room stood a small table with Mr. Armstrong sitting on the left side. He smiled happily as Mark approached the table.
"Mark, we meet at last." The panda bear stood up as he greeted Mark with a strong paw shake.
"It's nice to meet you as well, thank you for inviting me here. It's incredible." Mark sat down as the fox handed him a menu and walked off.
"It's no problem at all. I wanted to thank you for what you did. I've never seen anyone so brave." The panda bear smiled with a gentle grin.
Mark blushed from the complement. He looked down at his plate embarrassingly before looking into Armstrong's eyes. He had the same eyes as he remembered. Those gentle light brown eyes that appeared so kind and pure. He also noticed how young Mr. Armstrong looked. He couldn't have been more than thirty years of age.
"Oh, Mr. Armstrong I wanted..." He was interrupted.
"Please, call me Brutus. You don't have to be so formal." Brutus chuckled.
Mark smiled back. "Ummm...Brutus, I wanted to thank you for the flowers and chocolates. You didn't have to send so many, it must have cost you a fortune."
Brutus's smile slowly vanished. "Is there something wrong with them?" He sounded worried. "I can send you something else if you like?"
Mark shook his head. "No, No, nothing is wrong. I'm just saying that this whole place is very elaborate. I feel a little uncomfortable knowing how much it must of cost you." Mark tried to smile. The last thing he wanted to do was offend Brutus.
Brutus's expression changed as his eyes dropped down. He folded his paws together before responding, "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. Money tends to be the easiest way for me to show appreciation. I'm sorry if it bothers you." He said sincerely.
He kept his head down as Mark watched across the table. Mark didn't expect Brutus to be so sensitive. He thought Brutus would be more dominant and hard headed from his status. At first he didn't really know what to say. Mark wasn't use to being treated so generously by anyone before. However, he did manage to see Brutus in a whole new perspective. He smiled softly as he took a good look at the panda bear.
Brutus was large for a bear. He was at least a foot taller than Mark and a bit wider in size. He wore a pair of small round glasses on his large muzzle covering his gentle light brown eyes behind them. He also wore a dark blue suit with a white collared shirt underneath. His fur was short and bleach white except for the black patch of fur around his left eye and right ear.
"He's actually kind of cute with those small glasses." Mark thought to himself, blushing slightly.
Mark reached over and placed his paw against Brutus's arm. Brutus looked up surprisingly as he gave him a cheerful smile. "I really do appreciate everything you've done for me. Nobody has ever done something so nice for me before. I guess I'm just not used to it."
Mark started to blush even more as he continued on. He sounded more sarcastic.
"When your secretary said dinner, I wasn't expecting something so glamorous. This feels more like a date than a get together." Mark started to laugh.
Brutus smiled back. He gently grabbed Mark's paw with his own and held it tightly with both arms. Mark didn't expect this and suddenly felt his body twitch.
"Actually, I was kind of hoping it was." Brutus spoke softly. His eyes met with Mark's across the table.
Mark's heart started beating loudly as the blood rushed to his cheeks turning his face pinkish in color.
"You look cute when you blush." Brutus chuckled happily.
Mark turned his head. He grew embarrassed as he felt Brutus's gentle paw on top of his. It was a little strange at first, but he had to admit it felt nice. He could feel the warmth of his paw melt away at him. His breath grew short as his pants started to tighten.
"Sir, are you ready to order?"
Mark jumped and nearly fell out of his seat. His drink fell and spilled all over the table.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, are you hurt? I didn't mean to startle you." The fox looked concerned.
"No, No I'm fine. I was just deep in thought." Mark tried to act calm. He felt like dying of embarrassment.
"I'll get a wash cloth right away." The fox quickly rushed out of the room.
Mark sat still and looked at Brutus. At first they both remained silent. The situation was too awkward for words. Then out of nowhere, Brutus started to chuckle. Mark slowly joined in as their laughter escalated and filled the entire room.
The rest of the dinner went well. They talked about their lives and what their interests were. Mark no longer felt uncomfortable as he did in the beginning. Talking to Brutus almost felt natural, as if they've known each other for years. They even managed to hold paws together during the meal.
"I hope you enjoyed dinner?" Brutus smiled happily as he watched Mark stuff his muzzle with the last bit of steak on his plate.
Mark quickly swallowed his food before responding, "I think that was the best steak I ever had."
Brutus chuckled before looking at Mark nervously.
"Mark I was wondering....." Brutus stuttered. He hesitated to continue on.
"Is there something wrong?" Mark grew worried. He wasn't sure why Brutus would be so nervous after getting to know each other so well.
"No, nothing like that. I just live close by and was curious if you wanted to...." Brutus cheeks grew red. He had trouble pronouncing the rest of the words as he brushed his paw against the back of his neck.
"Umm...If you weren't busy I mean...I would like it if...."
Mark hasn't seen Brutus blush before. He leaned over and gave Brutus a kiss on the cheek before whispering, "I would love to."
After dinner, the driver stopped by and drove them up the street towards a large black iron gate. As they pulled up to the mansion, Mark gasped at the size of the building that stood in front of him. It was nearly as large as the restaurant they went to. The mansion was bright white, supported by magnificent columns that rose from the base of the mansion up to the roof. Mark's muzzle opened wide in amazement as he climbed up a grand staircase and followed Brutus to the front door.
A butler opened the door and graciously greeted them inside. Mark looked around curiously. The interior felt similar to the one in the restaurant, but more personal in a way. Pictures of family hung on the walls alongside of trophies and other awards. Mark couldn't help wandering off and gazing endlessly at the ancient photos. One picture in particular caught his attention. It was a picture of Brutus as a young bear and behind him stood his mother and father. They appeared so bold and sophisticated in the photo. Mark suddenly felt small in comparison.
"See anything interesting?" Brutus walked up next to Mark.
"It's very impressive. All these awards, your family must be very proud." Mark looked up at Brutus. His expression remained neutral.
"In a way I suppose that's true." His tone sounded empty. Mark couldn't help feel that something was bothering him.
"I've never really gotten along with my parents. I guess you can say they consider me as the black sheep of the family." His voice was filled with resentment. His eyes grew sad as he stared at the photo.
"I guess that's something we have in common then." Mark quietly whispered. Brutus looked down at Mark curiously.
The room became silent as Mark thought about his past. He remembered all the yelling and fighting that went on in his family. How he ran away and stayed at Cody's house when things would go too far. Secretly, he yearned for his family to get back together and love him, but he knew this was just wishful thinking.
The silence was then broken abruptly as Brutus asked, "Would you like me to show you around?"
Mark nodded as he followed Brutus further up the main hall. It didn't take long before they reached the west wing of the mansion. Brutus opened a large pair of white wooden doors in front of them.
"And this is the master bedroom." Mark's face lit up as the room was as large as his entire apartment. An enormous bed stood near the center of the room with golden curtains draped down from the sides. A grand sized window stood in front of the balcony as the moon's light cascaded down through the window sill. The floors were wooden and felt hard against Mark's feet as he entered the room.
"I've been meaning to ask you Mark." Brutus's voice was full of concern as he sat down on the bed.
"Why did you risk your life to save me in that alleyway?" Brutus looked up at Mark curiously. His eyes glistened in the moonlight.
Mark was speechless. He walked over and sat down on the bed next to him. He looked into Brutus's eyes, they were sad and full of concern.
"You were in trouble. I couldn't stand by and watch you get hurt. I'd rather have died than let that happen." Mark answered honestly. He watched as Brutus slowly reached over and gently stroke his injured arm.
"But you were hurt because of me." His voice started to quiver as he spoke.
"You were bleeding in my arms and all I could do was call for help." Streams of tears fell down his cheeks as he looked at Mark. He held Mark's paw tightly before trying to speak.
"In the hospital, I watched you for hours and thought about what you did." Tears fell onto Mark's paw as he continued on.
"You're the first person that ever really cared about me." Mark felt his paw tremble.
"I think... I love..." Mark leaned over and kissed Brutus before he could finish the rest of his sentence. Brutus stopped crying as he felt Mark's muzzle press up against his lips.
Both of them fell silent. All they could hear were their breaths melting together as they kissed passionately.
Mark leaned up against Brutus's ear and whispered, "I think I love you too."
For a moment they looked into each other's eyes. A spark inside of them lit as their actions grew more intense. They slowly took off each other's clothes. Mark moaned softly as Brutus threw his shirt on the floor and gently rubbed his paw across his chest.
"That feels really good." Mark moaned again as he laid down on his back.
Brutus chuckled as his took off Mark's pants. "I know something that'll make you feel better."
Mark jerked as Brutus lowered his head and licked the tip of his cock. His thighs grew tight as he felt Brutus's warm tongue wander around his sensitive organ lapping up the large amounts of precum that leaked through. Brutus licked his lips hungrily as he swallowed the salty concoction.
"Does that feel good?" Brutus asked curiously.
Mark could barely answer as his body squirmed in pleasure.
Brutus held Mark's legs down as he took more of the throbbing member in his mouth. Mark moaned loudly as his body tingled in pure ecstasy. His moaning grew louder as Brutus took down the rest of Mark's nine inch cock and held it in the back of his throat. Mark felt as though he was going to pass out. He never felt so much pleasure in his life.
"That feels amazing, please give me more." Mark whined.
Brutus smiled as he climbed on top of Mark and licked his muzzle. Their tongues intertwined as their saliva melted together in a passionate kiss.
Mark felt something hard press against his stomach. He smiled as he grabbed the hard organ and watched Brutus let out a small moan.
"I guess it's my turn." Mark said enthusiastically as he unzipped Brutus's pants.
Mark was surprised to see how big Brutus was. His cock was at least ten inches long and a bit thicker than his own. He took the first three inches into his mouth. Brutus growled loudly as Mark wrapped his tongue around the head and sucked on it tenderly.
"You're quite good at this." Brutus muttered as he clenched his teeth tightly.
Mark licked the throbbing organ from the tip of the cock down to the shaft. Shots of precum poured into his mouth as he drank every drop of the sweet nectar. Brutus's growls grew louder as Mark took in the ten inch cock to the back of his throat. Brutus grabbed the back of his head and thrusted his cock further down. He thrusted his cock one final time before leaning over to Mark and whispering, "I want you."
Mark nodded as he turned around and lifted up his rump holding his tail out of the way. Brutus then stuck two of his fingers in his mouth and rubbed it against his tail hole. Mark whined as his body tingled from the sensation. His cock throbbed as he hungered for something bigger inside of him.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Brutus asked tenderly. He rubbed his cock slowly against Mark's rump causing him to twitch with anticipation.
"Yeah I'm sure, just be gentle." Mark whimpered as he felt Brutus's cock press up against his tail hole. He braced himself as he felt the hard organ moved slowly inside of him. He could hear Brutus moan as his rump slowly engulfed the large organ. He growled as it slid in deeper, he felt as if it was going to split him in two as it stretched him open.
Brutus grabbed around Mark's waist and pushed his cock further in. Brutus finally thrusted the last two inches of his cock deep inside as Mark let out a loud gasp.
Mark put his head down with his rump still in the air as he clenched his teeth in pain.
"Am I hurting you?" Brutus sounded worried.
"I'm fine, please don't stop." Mark begged.
He felt Brutus slowly pull his cock out and thrust it back in. As time passed, the pain eventually subsided as Brutus quickened his pace.
The sounds of their moans filled the room as Brutus thrusted all ten inches of his cock inside of Mark's rump. Mark's ass felt like he was on fire. His body felt like it was going to melt as his cock throbbed uncontrollably. Each thrust made Mark edge closer as precum dripped all over the bed.
"I'm close..." Mark shouted as his rump took a beating.
Brutus suddenly pulled out and flipped Mark over on the bed.
"What are you doing?" Mark watched Brutus in bewilderment.
Brutus smirked as he lifted Mark's legs and slid his cock back in his tail hole.
Mark moaned in pleasure as Brutus leaned down and kissed him on the lips.
"I wanted to see your face." Brutus smiled gently as he began to plow Mark harder. Mark blushed as his moans continued to grow louder.
Brutus thrusted his thighs deeper inside as they kissed passionately. Their tongues wrapped together lovingly as Mark whimpered from each thrust.
Mark felt his rump get tighter and tighter as Brutus's cock swelled inside of him. Within in that moment, Brutus thrusted his cock all the way in and growled at the top of his lungs. Mark shot his load all over his chest and muzzle as his tight hole took load after load of Brutus's hot seed. Brutus mounted Mark a few more times making sure to squeeze out every last drop of cum inside of him.
Completely out of breath, Brutus collapsed on top of Mark's drenched chest. They laid this way for a couple of minutes, both of them completely exhausted from the ordeal.
Mark cried his final moan as Brutus pulled out, his cock wet and dripping with cum. He kissed Mark gently on the lips before laying down next to him, his eyes half closed. Brutus wrapped his arms around Mark's waist, their bodies pressed together as he leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I love you."
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Thank you for reading my story and I hope you enjoyed it. This is the first time I've written for five years so I'm still a bit rusty at it. I'm not a writer so I'm bound to make mistakes. I've been considering making a part 2 for this story, but I'm not sure if it's even worth it. I guess it depends if anyone even likes this story to begin with. Please leave a comment if you wish. It'll be nice to hear other people's opinions. Thanks again.