Leaving Sibirskaia
Leaving Sibirskaia
The time had finally come to say goodbye.
Last fall, Viri Virranhukka had come to the United States as a foreign exchange student from his homeland of Finland. He was understandably excited. Or perhaps the better word was anxious...if not nervous or legitimately frightened. Moving so far from home to spend months in a foreign country where he didn't know a soul? Especially a place -- at least by reputation -- so different from his home: so violent, so religious, and so sexually repressed? Even if the experience proved wholly uneventful, he was still stepping into the great, wild unknown, without a clue what to expect...
And what he got...was Sibirskaia.
In a monumental stroke of luck -- although whether that was good or bad luck, he couldn't say -- Viri ended up in a the most talked about town in North America. Of course, at the time his destination was assigned, no one knew what was coming. But the little folf had, nonetheless, been dropped right in the center of a national controversy. One, in fact, which would even become sporadic news back home, in Finland.
Strangely, though, his role in such controversy would not turn out to be the most monumental part of Vir's time abroad. What was truly unexpected and truly surprising, in fact, was that the memory he would carry home with him had almost nothing to do with the controversy, at all. Viri's time in America would not be defined by cable news and legal battles and media circuses...
...it would be defined by a single digital photograph.
It seemed he'd barely arrived in Sibirskaia when he got the text: a picture of a hyena sucking a tiger's dick in a park restroom. The spreading of the pic was intended to be a cruelty. The tiger and the hyena were Viri's classmates, and they were being outed to the school. But Viri knew the hyena. He'd seen him. So, in the folf's single-minded pursuit to connect with a fellow homosexual in this repressed, bible-belt suburb...the cruelty of the act was lost on him. Instead, the picture was a glimpse at a fantasy. The hyena became a dream. And Viri...?
Became a stalker.
He hadn't intended to, really. But he couldn't help it. He didn't know anyone in town, but now he knew -- thanks to that photograph -- that there was at least one other person, here, like him. So, he followed him. He watched from the shadows. And he dreamed of -- but never dared take the steps to spark or foster -- a friendship with the hyena.
Then, finally, they met. Michael Taylor and Viri Virranhukka. And in what seemed like a whirlwind, the folf's life was changed forever.
He lost his virginity to Mic in a dressing room at the mall...
...he was invited to an orgy, where he 69'd a cat, while Mic fucked him...
...he rode tiger, while a husky whispered encouraging words in his ear...
...he and Mic helped a confused wolf explore a frightening new reality...
...and all the while -- though he never dared say it aloud -- when he thought of that hyena. His hyena. Mic? He thought the word 'poikaystävä.'
'Boyfriend.'
This is what he would remember when he went home. For him, Sibirskaia would never simply be this year's passing headline, as it was for so many. Instead, it would be the site of his first love. His foreign romance. His wild and wonderful winter away.
But, eventually, it had come to an end, just as he'd always known it would. In a few days, he would be on a plane headed home. And tonight, he was with his extended group of friends, at a celebration thrown in his honor: a going away party for their white and green foreign exchange folf.
Mic was there, of course, and so was Hunter -- the tiger Viri had ridden -- since as his house was, as usual, the site of the party. Along with them came Elliot, the whispering husky, Jeffery, the cat Viri had 69'd, Elliot's boyfriend Donald, and even the confused wolf. Brandon. Their former bully turned ally, though, hadn't stayed for long. His explorations aside, he was far from prepared to be involved in the impending orgy that he knew was inevitable.
And now, the night had begun to wind down. Viri sat on the couch, with Elliot and Jeffery to either side, while he fielded unending questions about his home. Questions they'd both been too polite to ask before, but were more than free with, now that it was their last night to ask.
Were the Finnish really so open about nudity? What was it like seeing his friends' dicks all the time? His dad's? How hard was it to not get erect? Did all that nudity lead to more sex? Did guys experiment with other guys more often? Were sexual labels less black and white? How much sex happened in saunas? Had HE ever had sex in a sauna? How would someone react if he DID get hard from seeing them nude? Were spontaneous erections expected or frowned upon? Were kids educated about sex at a younger age? Were kids...educated...about sex at a younger age?
Viri fielded the questions to the best of his ability, and with as little chuckling as he could manage. After all, he didn't want his American friends to feel mocked. But really, he wasn't paying either of them much attention. He was, instead, focused on the person who was missing.
Mic.
He'd come with the hyena. They'd kissed and held paws, even when Brandon was there. They'd sat together when it was time to eat. But the folf was acutely aware that Mic's own attention was split. And even now, his hyena was not at his side. He was across the room, muzzle split in laughter, while he spoke with Hunter. The hyena casually ran a paw up the tiger's arm. And they both smiled.
And Viri knew that smile. He'd made his hyena smile like that more than once. It was the way Mic looked at him when he'd butcher his English pronunciations, in what the hyena considered to be the cutest of ways. Or when he laid his head on the hyena's sheath. Or in those rare moments when Mic let his guard down and needed someone to hold and reassure HIM.
Half lidded. Soft. Distant and thoughtful. Natural and unrestrained. Viri knew that smile, because it was a smile he only shared with Mic. The problem, of course, was something he'd known for some time...
...he wasn't the only one who MIC shared that smile with. And neither was he the only one who smiled back.
He watched the tiger and the hyena for a while. He remembered the picture he'd seen so long ago. He imagined them recreating it here. And his ears perked at the thought. What a great going away present that could be for them both! Perhaps he'd ask...
But then Donald came rushing into the room. Animated and loud. Something about some sporting event Viri didn't even begin to understand. He dragged Mic out of the room. And Viri watched as Hunter was left alone. He watched the smile disappear behind a sigh. Watched his eyes clench tight. Watched...as the tiger silently stepped outside...
And before the folf even knew he had stood up -- before he realized he'd forgotten to excuse himself from the conversation with Elliot and Jeff -- he was outside, too. Standing on a porch in the warm spring air, with a tiger sitting on the steps at his feet.
As first, he didn't say a word. He just looked down at the orange cat. He waited for him to sense the presence of someone standing at his back. He listened as he tried to stifle his breaths and failed to hide his sniffling. He noted how he hung his head and averted his gaze. And it was all very odd. Viri had never seen the tiger cry...
"Would it help, if I shaid I'm shorry?" at last, the folf spoke. His voice cut through the sounds of the countryside: bugs and nocturnal beasts and the rustling of trees.
And Hunter lifted his head, but still kept his eyes cast out into the darkness, as he asked: "Sorry for what?"
"Taking him frrom you," Viri answered. Direct. Unflowered. As if continuing a conversation they'd never started. And then he sat down, slowly, beside the tiger on the steps.
Hunter didn't respond at first, but Viri knew they were on the same page. Knew the tiger understood. And he watched his friend to wipe a tear from his cheek before arguing: "You had him first, little guy."
"No. I didn't," the folf shook his head. "I shaw the picturre. Rrememberr?"
"We were just friends, then. All we've ever been is friends. I'm just being dumb."
"No," Viri remained resolute. But when he remembered who he was talking to, he took a breath and calmly explained: "I'm not good at...shmall talk. Talking without shomething to shay. It'sh werry...Amerrican. I'm told I sheem blunt. Sho, I apologishe if I do. But no. You'rre lying."
"Lying?" Hunter blinked.
"To yourrshelf," the folf explained. "Meek talksh to me. A lot. He knowsh I won't shay anything to anyone, so he tells me ewerrything you talked about. You didn't cheat on Elliot becaushe you werre horrny. You cheated becaushe you werre shad. You needed comforrt. And you went to Meek forr it."
But the tiger shook his head, "He was just the one who was there."
"Then why wash he the only one you told that you werre going to brreak up with El'liot?" Viri asked. "Why do you shmile ewerry time you shee him? Why did you kissh him in the parrk, when you knew he wash with me? Why are you crrying on the porrch, now?"
"You know about the kiss, then," Hunter looked down, again, and sighed. "Sorry about that, Vir..."
But his little white friend refused to let him change the subject, "Anshwerr my queshtion. Pleashe."
"It doesn't matter how I feel if he doesn't feel the same way."
"But he doesh! He shmilesh at you, too. He lovesh you," Viri chirped. "He lovesh you, and you love him. And you two werre having shex beforre you everr met me or El'liot. If that doeshn't make you boyfrriendsh, what doesh?"
"But then I DID meet Elliot. And Mic met you," the tiger argued. "Things are different now."
The sounds of the night crept back in as the two fell silent. Viri wasn't used to this. He was shy -- notoriously so -- and had never been one to take control of a conversation like this. Especially not one so emotional and important. But it WAS important. And he couldn't shy away.
"When I go home," he began, "we'rre going to brreak up."
"What?" Hunter recoiled.
"We haven't talked about it. But it will happen." The folf explained the situation with all the detail and theatrics he'd come to understand that Americans expected, "We've newerr called one another poikaystävät. Boyfrriendsh. Becaushe we know we won't be that anymorre, in jusht a few weeksh. Too much dishtanshe. Too long until I can come back." And he laughed, "I've been wanting to make a joke all night that thish ish rreally our brreak-up parrty. But I don't want to make Meek shad."
"I...I didn't know. I'm sorry."
"No you'rre not," he smirked. Blunt, again. "You'rre happy!"
"I-"
"And you should be," Viri interrupted the cat. "I am! I'm not shad. I loved being herre. I loved meeting all of you, and doing all the sheksh, and making sho many new frriendsh. I'll love getting to talk to all of you online, onshe I'm back home. I'll love wishiting again shome day. And morre than all that: I love Meek." He paused. And he mused about the fact that he should probably finally say those words TO Mic, before he leaves. But he went on, "Thish hash been an amashing year forr me! It hash opened me up to sho many new thingsh, and I don't rregrret any of it! I'm going home a differrent perrshon. I'm not shad forr myshelf. I'm happy forr myshelf!"
"That's very mature."
"And I'm alsho happy forr you and Meek!"
Hunter seemed genuinely surprised by that, and almost immediately shook his head to argue: "Viri. Just because you leave, doesn't mean-"
"Yesh it doesh," the folf, though, cut him short, once again. And he went on explaining: "Meek ish sho shweet. Too shweet to mesh up my lasht night herre. He knowsh what'sh going to happen, but he won't do anything until I'm gone." And finally feeling like he'd gotten to the punchline, he placed a paw on his friend's thigh, "Ewerything will be okay shoon. Ewerything will be rright. Jusht be patient."
Hunter didn't say a word back. But he did set his own paw on top of Viri's, staring down at it as his little white friend continued...
"He'll make tonight about me. We'll have one lasht memorrable night together. Then I'll go home, and he'll be all yourrsh. Like he should have been. Jusht like if Elliot and I werre newerr herre." And with that, the smaller male unceremoniously hopped up to his footpaws at the top of the stairs, with a wide, proud smile. "Now! If we'rre done herre, can you pleashe shtop crrying? Come enjoy the parrty."
With a soft laugh of his own, Hunter stood up, as he pointed out: "You don't normally talk so much."
"Thish wash imporrtant," Viri nodded. "I love Meek. And he lovesh you."
"That's sweet."
"Well...yesh. But therre'sh also shomething I need you to do. And it won't be any fun if you'rre crrying."
~
Some time later, the sounds of celebration echoed throughout the trees.
Four young voices drowned out the sounds of the countryside. Their laughter, howls, whistles, and cheers rang out through the warm night air, to the backdrop of a cacophonous and repetitive string of clicks. The unmistakable sounds of simulated digital shutters: smart phone cameras snapping away in the dead of night...
...as Viri, Jeffery, Elliot, & Donald collected picture after picture of Viri's one and only request of the night.
Months ago, he'd seen a photograph of Mic sucking Hunter's dick in a park restroom. It was the beginning of an amazing journey for him, and he wanted it recreated, here, tonight. And so -- illuminated by the continuous chaotic flashing of four camera phones -- a tiger now stood in an open field, with his shirt tucked beneath his chin and his pants around his ankles. And before him knelt a hyena, fully clothed but bobbing his head, nonetheless, up and down the length of a long, barbed shaft.
Elliot wondered aloud why their orgies had never spilled outside, before. Jeffery asked permission to take Mic's place when the pictures were done. Donald suggested stripping the hyena and giving his paws and his tailhole something to do, too. But Viri just watched. And clicked.
It was the perfect ending. The perfect going away present for them both. Viri could relive how it all began, and Mic could get a head start at beginning something new...
And the folf had intended to leave them to it. He'd expected them to get lost in their fun and to end up a huddled mess in the grass. He'd planned to use the time to experiment with being the dominant one, for once...by giving Jeffery a knot to play with, since the cat loved them so very much...
...but then the cheering, flashing, and clicking faded to a stop, and his plans were forced to change.
Mic let Hunter slip from his muzzle, placing two quick kisses on the tiger's white sack, and then stood up. "Somebody else wanna' take care of my boy, here?"
"Me! Me!" Jeffery leapt at the opportunity, sliding into position on his knees before the hyena could even completely step away.
And a roar laughter, at his eagerness, filled the night...but Jeff didn't care. He shamelessly sucked his fellow feline into his maw without a second's hesitation. Donald snapped another picture. Elliot commented on how odd it was to see the kitten this excited about a dick without a knot. And Mic just shook his head in amusement...
...as he returned to Viri's side and slipped an arm around the folf's shoulder, "Okay, then! You guys have fun. I'ma' go find a little privacy with Viri."
"You..." the smaller white male blinked, "...you arre?"
"Well of course!" Mic squeezed and shook him, with a flash of that wide, beautiful smile, "This is your night! And I got somethin' special planned."
They made no further attempt to say goodbye, but there would have been little point. Jeffery, Elliot, and Donald were all too preoccupied to notice. Hunter, though, despite the hungry little maw at his groin, did manage a parting glance. But it wasn't the longing look of jealousy toward Mic, which it had so often been, as of late. This glance was for Viri. A silent nod, a gentle smile and a parting recognition.
A thank you.
And with that, Mic and Viri were inside, winding their way through the living room and hallways, in route for the room the hyena had reserved for them for the night. The old master bedroom, connected to its own private bathroom. Mic had mentioned something about needing that, though Viri didn't understand know why. Not yet, anyway.
The hyena closed the door. And he drew in a deep shaking breath, before finally turning around to the curious but patient folf.
"Okay! You're wonderin' what this is all about, right?" Mic asked. "Why I needed privacy?"
"Yesh."
"Well, I have a surprise for you!" he explained. "You've done a lot since you got here. Risky public sex, threesomes, orgies...even a failed little experiment with double penetration..."
Viri reflexively winced at the memory, and then chuckled: "Yesh. I rrememberr..."
"But there's somethin' else. Somethin' you've asked for a couple of times. But I've always been too...embarrassed to do it."
And the folf tilted his head. Embarrassed? Mic was anything but shy. What could possibly embarrass...? Oh? Oh. "Oih!" he chirped.
"Yeah," Mic coughed and averted his eyes, before going on. His voice though was soft, and his words were hesitant and uncertain: "I wanted you to be able to do it with me, at least once, before you left. Before we had to say goodbye. Because, you know: I've really enjoyed these past few months. You've given me a lot of fun memories. You've been a great first..." he paused before attempting the word, "...poyk-eye-stava?"
And a smile split Viri's lips. The poor hyena had absolutely butchered the word. But it didn't matter. They'd never said it before. Not out loud. And the first time Mic tried, he'd made the extra effort to say it in the folf's native tongue.
Viri had never felt so loved...
But the hyena moved along: "And I want to give you one last memory to take home."
"You've been a good boyfrriend, too, Meek," Viri returned the sentiment. Returned it, and took a breath before going one step farther: "I luh-"
"No," but Mic stopped him before he could. "I know you do. And you know I do, too. But...let's not make tomorrow harder by sayin' it? Okay."
And there it was. They'd admitted it. It was over...but damn-it, it had been real! They'd been boyfriends. They've loved one another. And a tear touched the folf's eye, as his smile widened even more. But he nodded and agreed, "Okay."
"Now!" Mic clapped his paws together and smirked. "Whatsay we take this to the shower?"
Viri nodded again, and together they went: through the master bedroom and into its spacious bathroom, with its wide jacuzzi tub and its large standing shower. Silently, Mic pulled open the glass door, and then turned back to the folf, stepping close and forcing him to lean back against the sink.
Viri's eyes fluttered closed as he felt Mic's lips and teeth on his neck. Felt a tongue parting his fur. And felt those strong paws exploring his lithe little frame. Felt them at his waist, unbuckling and unzipping. On his hips, tugging both his pants and underwear down in one firm motion. Sliding up his torso and under his shirt...
And he lifted his arms as the muzzle left his neck...and then his shirt, too, was pulled off and tossed aside. Eyes open, again, he looked at his hyena, still clothed and extending a paw. The folf took it, and was led gently into the standing shower, where he watched as Mic, too, disrobed. First his shirt, and then his pants...
...revealing beneath a pair of tight, white briefs. The sort of thing Mic never wore.
"White's better for this sort of thing, yeah?" the hyena asked. "Bought 'em just for the occasion."
Viri could only nod emphatically, afraid to say too much and make his temporary boyfriend change his mind. And he shifted backward in the shower, as Mic joined him inside. Their lips locked, with the glass door still swung wide open. And the folf savored what might be the last time the hyena's tongue invaded his muzzle...
...but it had barely begun before it was over. Viri understood why, of course. Even as their lips parted and Mic began to push him down to his knees, he understood. If Mic was ready to do this...he was ready! In fact, he was likely to the point of bursting by now. No time for kissing.
On his knees, Viri stared at the white-cotton bulge and gulped. Would this be everything he'd hoped? Would it live up to his fantasies? Would it be better than when he'd experimented by himself?
"I just have one request," Mic prefaced the act...
...and the folf guessed: "Don't tell yourr frriends?"
"Well that goes without sayin'!" the hyena answered with a laugh. "But no. The request is this: please don't be shy. Don't be embarrassed to really get into this, okay? I want you do enjoy it and to make the most of it while it lasts...because once I start, I'm not gonna' be able to stop. So it probably won't last long." He smiled a reassuring smile, "I promise I won't make fun of you or think less of you for it. But it's not worth it, if you don't enjoy it. So please feel free to get lost in it, okay?"
Viri wasn't sure how much he needed the pep talk. Yes, all of those concerns were on his mind, but he'd expected them to disappear once they started. Either way, he appreciated the thought: "Okay!"
"Okay..." Mic drew in one final breath, and closed his eyes...
...and Viri leaned in. He pressed his nose firm against the fabric and the soft bulge beneath. He nuzzled and shifted the flaccid package of a hyena: hanging, fleshy, and soft. So much different than his own -- with his canid bone his sheath -- but something he'd grown used to, nonetheless. He breathed in the scent of a day's worth of sweat and arousal. He felt the fleshy mound swell and stiffen against his nose, but only ever so slightly. And as he anxiously awaited what was to come, his little white paw wrapped around his own little shaft, already hard and free of its sheath.
And then it began.
He felt it and smelled it almost simultaneously. The sudden, wet heat against the pad of his nose, and the sharp, pungent scent. Both so strong they nearly stung. And then he opened his eyes, to see the dull yellow hue soaking through the fabric and dripping from the bottom of his bulge.
"Anna vaan tulla," and he lost himself in it. Just like he was asked to: he lost himself. He slipped his muzzle under his lover's bulge -- between his legs and his cotton-covered sack -- and whimpered as the steady, trickling flow soaked into his fur. His paw squeezed and stroked his own now-throbbing length, as he licked, nuzzled, and rooted his way into the already-soaked crevasse.
He could feel it dripping off of his chin. Could feel it running down his lips and into his muzzle. Soon, he was all he could taste or smell: Mic relieving himself on his face. It was a strong, acrid odor, bitter and dry on his tongue...and he loved it. His own had never smelled or tasted so good, and none of his fantasies had prepared him for the sheer shameful ecstasy of the moment.
"Joo, joo, joo...joo..."
He felt his climax rising inside. He imagined how he must look to Mic: white fur dyed yellow, whining threw muttered foreign words. Bathing himself in piss and loving every moment. He felt dirty. And he felt like he might cum any second...
He only realized Mic's flow had stopped when he noticed how hard he was getting behind the cloth. How his soaked, white briefs began to stretch and strain against the tower beneath. And so the folf peeled them away with his free paw, and took the shining, dripping, spotted shaft into his mouth. The flesh was wet, and tasted, somehow, even stronger than the cotton had...but there was more to come...
The hyena's dick flexed in his mouth. And he knew what Mic was trying to do. There was just a little left -- a few stray squirts -- and his lover had saved them for now. Viri felt them splash against the back of his throat and coat his tongue. And it was all he could take.
Moaning so loudly around the flesh it sounded nearly like a scream, he exploded in his paw, shooting rope after rope of cum onto the shower floor, and against the wall behind.
But he didn't stop sucking. After all, Mic deserved a reward. And so he grabbed the hyena's hips with both paws -- one still sticky with cum -- and dived in. He took the swelling, throbbing hyena cock deep into his throat and bobbed, face-fucking himself on the begging rod. He lost track of how many times he pistoned up and down the length, losing himself in this just as much as he had in the act that came before. And on and on it went, until his lips went numb and his neck grew sore. Until his own shaft shrunk back into its sheath...
But his fur never dried. The smell never disappeared. And soon enough, the folf was hard and twitching all over again. Just in time for the hyena to unload a wave of cum into his muzzle and throat.
He swallowed it all, marveling at how its own sweet scent mixed with the sharper scent of urine, still filling his nose. And as the final spurts tapered off, dribbling onto his tongue, he collapsed onto the shower floor, with a breathless and congested <insert Finnish here>, as he watched Mic lean heavy against the tile wall.
"That was..." the hyena's chest heaved with his breaths, "...a lot more fun than I expected." And he motioned toward the knob above the folf's head, "Want me to turn on the shower or..."
Viri, though, simply closed his eyes and shook his head, as his paw once again began sliding along his shaft.
"...or are you not done?" Mic concluded.
And, too lost to speak, the folf just nodded. For a brief moment he considered leaning back in: burying his face under Mic's balls, into the still soaked cotton bunched beneath. But before he could even sit up, a new voice caught his ear.
"Well...if he's ready for another round...?"
Viri would later hear what had happened after he and Mic had come inside. Jeffery sucking Hunter had been the catalyst for a foursome. But no one wanted to have sex in the grass and the dirt, so they migrated back indoors.
Before they could move along, though, all of the boys needed a restroom break. Needed a bit of relief before they got their...'relief.' Hunter had made it to the main restroom first, with the others not far behind. But Donald wasn't interested in waiting in line.
So, instead, forgetting Mic's pleas for privacy, the shepherd made his way to the master bedroom, and its master bath. Later, Viri would hear all of this. But for now, all he knew was that he was face-to-tip with the rock-hard cock of German Shepherd, as Donald continued:
"...this is actually what I came here to do."
And without a word in response, or even a glance toward Mic...Viri simply opened his muzzle, and watched as the hole at the tip of the shepherd's dick flared open...
...and another yellow stream splashed against his face.
~
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