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Got Bennettworks?
THis is an origional piece of erotic furry ficton by me Damion St. James, David Bennett. All characters in this story are my creation and are not free enterprise. If you are underage, do not read this story. If you are offended by Cuckholding (cheating while in wedlock), gay relationships, or gay sex, don't read this story. If you are offended by barebacking, do not read this story. If you are offended by anatomically INcorrect furries or use of an extinct furry, then do not read.
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Chad woke up that morning with some reluctance. He was not much of a lively person when he first wakes up. Life for chat has always been hard, and especially in the last 5 years, it's been the hardest life he's ever had to live. When he turned 20, he noticed he was falling asleep at times. He'd doze off at work, he'd catch himself nodding off in church and he'd fall asleep during movies. It was little annoying but it was nothing to get mad at. I always told him that it was easy to fall asleep during the three, and with work and boring nature of church and the way movies were lately I was hard pressed not to take a nap myself. Then as the months went by things started to take a turn for the worse. He fell asleep at the wheel of the car and plowed into a ditch and hit a power pole, then he failed to wake up for work on time and was 3 hours late, and the final straw was when he fell asleep while he was dancing with his girlfriend at the time - falling asleep in the middle of the slow dance.
He was diagnosed with severe narcolepsy. He sleeps just as much as I do, however I'm a feline so I don't have room to talk (we felines sleep just to conserve energy.). His narcolepsy was so severe over the last couple years that he sleeps close to 20 hours a day. A good day he may only sleep for 15 hours, bad day he'll sleep all the way through it and sleep for a good 30+ hours. Chad takes medicine to keep him awake, but unfortunately it is so strong that it made him sterile. Fortunately when he's awake he's a hell of a great guy, and he was able to land himself a wife back in his good years.
Now that's what brings me to this morning. So I'll continue.
Chad is an attractive Doberman: sleek, muscled, and tall at 6-4. Unlike most Dobermans he still had his tail, which was a bit of an abnormality. Much like foreskin on penis, it's most common to see Dobermans with the short tails - in both cases he was the exception.
Chad sat up in bed, and wiped the sleep from his eyes. He looked over at the alarm clock next to the bed, and sighed as it read 934. Once more he'd slept for nearly 2 days in a row. He felt exhausted, and knew he had got too much sleep. He wanted to rest already. It was crazy to him; he wanted to get more of what he had already had too much of. A sleep hangover he called it.
He sat up in bed, and wiped his eyes. His wife, collie female, was braiding her long hair, and was looking rather cross at him in the mirror. "Good morning Chad." She said at short.
"Wasamatter?" He asked in his sleep clogged voice. "Whadido?"
The woman scoffed and turned around in her chair. She was modest bodied. Medium waist, medium bust, medium height, and actually not really remarkable at all. She was so remarkably average, that only her loud clothes set her aside form the others when the pair met 3 years ago. Now she was just as drab and drip-dry as the rest of herself. "Oh lets see, you slept through your mother in law coming to visit, and you slept through that fag brother of yours stopping by to give you your birthday present. On top of having to sit with mother all day by myself and explaining you weren't drunk that you were just asleep and trying to convince mother you're not cheating on me and staying out late I had to communicate with that vile creature that shares your bloodline. And on top of all that, you're about to miss church again. I swear if it wasn't for all the blessings I bring home from you from Father Winston you'd be hellbound for sure." She said as she stood and finished tying her hair.
Ouch, a double sting. Judy his wife knew how to make insults sting, and as of late, had made waking hours for Chad more desirable. Chad had actually attempted suicide twice since he had been with his wife, and as thus I was assigned as his nurse when she was away. I love being a full blown nurse, plenty of perks. But Judy had said two things that hurt Chad more than she will ever know because Chad fell back to sleep shortly after her insults. Even as his wife was walking out the door to knock on mine to head up the stairs and out to the car of the Clackamas Village apartments, he thought about what she said and shed a tear. Chad only got to see his brother once or twice a year, and most of the time he slept through his visits. An atom bomb wouldn't wake him up. Gay or not, it was his twin and he felt a strong connection with him. What she said hurt his feeling. Chuck was a good man, good with kids; having 4 kids himself before he came out of the closet a few years ago. Chad new all along from first hand experience Chuck was gay. They helped one another realize what they were. Of course all Brokeback Mountain like they had to cut it out for a while and maintain an image, but Chad never had the courage to go the route Chuck did. He got married and stayed married. Chuck had his lesbian "beard" (a fake marriage to look socially acceptable), but he became open and proud. He wanted to tell Judy that Chuck was more of a man than he ever would be.
The other insult was that Chad had missed his birthday once more. Last year when he slept through his birthday no one had even saved him a piece of his birthday cake, and he had to open his presents by himself. It was the last time he tried killing himself, because he was so depressed, he was tired of missing life he figured being dead wasn't much different than the way he was - why wouldn't god look the other way at it. Even as Chad drifted back to sleep, he dreamt of that day. Walking up and expecting to find something waiting for him. Instead his wife left a sterile note that read "left your presents on the couch. Your guests had a good time, too bad you had to miss it." His presents were nothing he could really use - An MP3 player, a new computer, stack of games to go with it, some books, and a gift certificate from his brother for Spartacus (a gay owned clothing store that was great on fashion). Everything he got pretty much required for him to be awake, and this only depressed him more. New blankets, sheets, or underwear/pajamas were his normal gifts from his family, but that one birthday just hit him hard. He dreamt he was climbing into the bathtub again, and letting himself fall asleep, destined to drown.
But he didn't drown; his mother came over to drop off his laundry when she found him drowning in the bathtub and brought him out. His mom was a tough woman, and he always admired that she had the strength to not only drag his fully clothed, soaking wet body onto the floor, but also had the strength to give him CPR.
But enough depressing stuff, this is meant to be a happy story, least to us it is.
Chad's dreams swirled in his head as I entered the house. I stopped by the kitchen to check my face in his full length mirror he had put on the wall, and smiled. The carvings on my saber like fangs were completely awesome, looking allot like ivy vines. It was like someone had taken them out of my mouth and replaced them with replicas. My hair was growing long like Chad's, but Chad hadn't cut his hair in 5 years, and his was amazingly long. Mine went down between my shoulders, while his could pool around his ankles.
I had a brief conversation with Judy where she told me to make sure that I open presents with Chad and gave him his cake and sung to him. I'd have done this anyway without her asking, but I understood it to be polite. I moved back to the front door, and locked the chain lock, as Judy wouldn't be back till late in the evening with all her errands and shopping she did and it was kind of a bad neighborhood.
I stood back in front of the full length mirror, and pealed off my scrubs slowly, stripping down to a black jock strap. On my chest was a large tattoo of a wolf howling at a moon. I had barbwire bands and tribal markings on my biceps and a large tribal that covered both my shoulders and went all the way down my spine to the base of my tail. I loved my look, I lifted weights with Chad often, and we both had our great bodies to show for it. Sometimes that's all he did during his waking hours was lift weights with me.
I moved my nearly nude body into the bedroom, and closed and locked the door behind me, closing the shades, and moving over to the bed. The bed was one of those nice sleep comfort things you saw on the TV that had the air pockets inside. I could crawl into bed without disturbing him. I looked at the sleeping, upturned face of my charge and gave it a gentle caress, petting it and stroking his muzzle. I could hear every breath, almost every heart beat. I smiled and couldn't stop thinking about how much I loved him and how I could just lay like this for hours, and play with his body.
I pulled his blankets aside, and he wore a pair of striped briefs that I'd given him to wear. I crawled over and spooned my body over to his, and slid my hand slowly across his sleeping form, and gripped his package over the fabric. I could feel his hidden and also sleeping length coiled inside - like a dragon in it's lair atop its mound of gold. Judy hadn't felt this sweet prize in a very long time, but of course she was the one that turned her back to it, and left it here for me to find.
I massaged, and stroked the long length through the fabric, and despite his sleeping state, he grew hard as I knew he would from my touch, his breathing picking up slightly. "There, that's a good boy...Mike is here."
Chad gave a gasp, and took in a deep breath, and then moaned. I leaned over and placed my mouth over his, and kissed. Slowly I climbed on top of his body, pulling his briefs down in the back, and slid his length into my tight saber tooth cheeks, and began to rock my hips back and forth on him, hoping he'd wake. I knew just how to wake him and 7 times out of ten this worked, the other 3 normally left me with the most loveable toy in the world instead of the Chad I'd come to love.
His breathing slowly stopped, and after a few beats with my tongue deep inside I felt him push back against my body, and his mouth close back against mine, locking our muzzles together. My eyes never left his as they slowly opened, and I saw the most pathetic yet loveable soft green eyes look on me. They were tear logged from his small crying bout, but were still as beautiful as the first time I'd seen them.
Chad pushed his tongue into my mouth, moving his hands onto mine, and lacing the fingers together as I sat on his cock, feeling it throb and pulse like a second heart. He didn't move and neither did I - our tongues were the only thing that moved, aside for perhaps the tips of our tails. His hands were squeezing mine now, tighter, and harder, as if about to crush them. I squeezed back, and saw a tear roll down his temples as our tongues pushed against one another, and I let out a breath I wasn't aware I was holding. My own member was throbbing inside of my jock, but thankfully that would be resolved later, right now I wanted to be with the sweetest man in the world.
With an undulation of his waist, he shimmied against the bed, in turn rocking his cock against my fanny, and pushing my body forward and deeper into the kiss. I grunted a deep masculine moan of appreciation, very nasal moan rather than throat, and continued the knuckle lock we had on one another as he slowly rolled us on our sides. His hair was a curtain around him, and to many it was almost like a second blanket, I went lax in my left hand and crept it down his arm to move over his back and began to play with his hair by lifting it up and letting it fall back down and running my hands through it. Chad moved his hand that was now free around my own back and pulled our bodies together, causing a strain in the kiss - we strained harder, harder...making it aggressive and forced, before the kiss was broke, and we both realized again we weren't breathing. We took a few breaths, and moved our arms around one another's backs and held one another tight, grinding against one another, not saying a word...just moving our bodies together, squeezing and undulating much like our tongues were.
I could still taste the flavor of Chad in my mouth - rich and definitely masculine, and much like strong coffee. I rolled him back onto his back, and adjusted myself to lay opposite of his position in a 69. I looked at the cock I had been sitting on earlier and smiled. All Dobermans were a bit different, but Chad had a unique pattern. Chad's whole crotch was that Doberman orange/brown, including his cock. His ebony skin and fur was soft but fine under my skin compared to my slightly thick fur. I didn't care, he was fucking gorgeous. His penis stretched all the way to his navel, nearly 10 inches of canine. His foreskin was lightly stretched around his glans, giving it the look of an eye looking at me. I took the orange prick into my hand and guided the skin back, pulling it completely free of the glans, and without saying a word, guided it into my mouth.
Chad jerked under me violently and thrust his face into my own crotch, latching onto my cockbulge and enveloping it into his mouth. Actually Chad was one of the first men that I was with that I was able to suck and kiss, his muzzle actually able to get around my enormous teeth, and his cock fitting perfectly between them. He always did love the feel of those two ivories moving past his flesh. His length slid past my teeth, into my throat where I felt it belonged right then. I could feel his head at the back of my throat pressing against my tonsils and giving me the full mouth I'd been craving all morning. My own groin was a raging forest fire of heat from my body and his mouth which was smacking and sucking at the fabric that covered my crotch. His hands moved onto my taut and firm rear and gave it a firm smack and grip, prying my naked ass cheeks apart thanks to the nature of the jock strap. As I was beginning to slide his cock in and out of my mouth in a personalized "porn star bob", I felt the stinging pleasure of a finger entering my hole. I growled my elation in my own butch and gruff way and continued to fellate my canine lover.
Chad and I were not entirely gentle lovers, but we weren't unnecessarily rough either. We made love like men, and like we felt men should. He started to push his finger in and out of me at a respectable pace one would most likely deem for finger-banging before he slipped a second finger into place and resumed. I wasn't quite in heaven, but the first class section of purgatory was a start. Chad's breathing became more normal as I knew he was fully awake now, he'd fallen asleep during sex before, but I knew he wouldn't care if I finished, he knew I'd be busy for hours. Right now I was keeping him busy by thrusting my own manhood into his mouth, covered only in the straining fabric of the jock strap. Slowly, his finger work began to become more than just the respectful pace and had moved to a deep and meaningful thrust that felt like a smaller man's dick pounding my rear.
I held my mouth steady in place, and used my lips and throat and tongue to suck on the prodigious penis much like a child would if he was nursing on his mother's tit, or in this case, father's cock. I felt his other hand slowly begin to move the front of my jock aside, as he definitely wanted a taste. My own length popped free, not as long as his at only 7.5 inches but is about a half a breath thicker. I was circumcised, but not by choice. I had a bad infection that had turned worse and I had to get it cropped. I turned a frown upside down by getting that P.A. I'd always thought about, with a nice 8 gauge ring right through my head. Chad always loved it, as it was a fun toy for him. However he seemed more interested in the whole enchilada as it was and shoved my fat dick down his throat, pushing his fingers in so deep I could feel the knuckles cresting the lips of my outer sphincter. He was stabbing me with these two fingers which swiftly became three. Now it was my time to jerk, as I gave a hump against his face, my nuts slapping his nose while my hips moved almost without consent of my brain and started to hump at the warm wet place my precious penis had found itself. The other pants python in the room was doing much of the same with Chad's hips pushing against my face, forcing his length down my throat. I found this angle worked best for us anyway, cause not only were we tremendous cocksuckers, we were also practical. I couldn't suck his cock the normal between the legs on my knees way because I ran the risk of piercing his thighs or scrotum with my fangs if he jerked in his sleep, and that was the last thing I wanted to do was hurt him.
Unless he asked me too spank him or bite hard...
Minutes rolled over as we continued to roll over on one another. Taking turns wrestling one another and all that nonsense was rather fun. His bed reeked of sleep and manly musk, which was part of what turned me on. Not only was this his sleeping bed, this was supposed to be his marriage bed, and according to how he were raised we were being most sinful.
Simultaneously we pulled off one another and drew breath, leaving a hand around one another's cock to maintain rigidity. I could tell Chad was as aroused as he's been in recent weeks, and he didn't show any sings of going back to sleep so I asked. "Who should go first: you or me?"
I should have known the answer to that question, for I was no idiot. He was as randy or as aggressive as I'd ever seen him, and he was fully awake. He was absolutely wonderful, and as passionate as the first time he took advantage of me. Yes, he was the aggressor in our instigation of a relationship, not I. "I want to go first, fill this sweet ass."
"And your wife wonders why you're not interested in her anymore."
"I was never interested in her to begin with you know that, she said she loved me and stuff, but I was never really intent on banging her, I really just wanted a beard was all."
I turned myself around on the bed, and lifted my tail, keeping the jock strap on and tucking the fabric to the side. I love the feeling of constriction, but also the freedom of Chad's hand on my prick. He scooted out from under me and the veil of hair flowed behind him like a heavenly curtain - the fan next to the bed blew it about as if on cue. I reached down among his ointments, oils and medicines I kept next to the bed and fished out a tub Vaseline and handed it to my lover. Yes, it's old fashioned, but it was the only lube we had that wouldn't arise suspicion in Judy. I heard him unscrew the lid and set it aside. Next came the fart like noise of him scooping out the product, as he placed it on my already exercised hole. It was a lukewarm slick and odd feeling, the Vaseline moving into my rectum with his two fingers, but it wasn't unpleasant. As his fingers continued to twist and grind inside of my body, I knew he was applying product to his prick, and getting it as slick as a piston about to slide into it's crankshaft - my crankshaft, and his piston; the engine of love.
I felt his fingers almost immediately become replaced by a dick, a dick so long I knew it was going to turn me into a cabob. Needless to say, despite his expert preparation my inner membranes protested his entrance a bit more than the rest of me was and protested with a pang of pain, which melted away when I grabbed a popper off the bed, and cracked it open, inhaling a deep breath, and suddenly feeling higher than a kite and more relaxed than a rag doll. I held the popper in my hand, which to Judy just looked like another bottle of ointment, but I knew better. The "video head cleaner" was a potent sexual tool for gay men, and I made use of it frequently. Before I knew it my senses came back from the brink of overload and I felt him fucking me. Oh was he fucking me: deep, bareback, and hard. We never held back from one another, because we liked to fuck like men - none of that namby pamby stuff. We weren't reckless as I've mentioned before but when we rode one another and sucked one another it was for real.
Chad then moved the fabric of my jock back over my penis, and began to use the fabric of it to jerk me off as his lubricated prick began to pump in and out with his barest of skin against my own, his precum dripping out when his foreskin rolled backwards from his head on the in-stroke and back over the head on the out. Some say they can't feel the difference but I've always been able to feel the difference between Chad's uncircumcised penis and any other that had been inside of me. I could feel his long foreskin like the dainty tip of a tongue tickling almost 10 inches into my bowls and licking therein, while the more social normal cut men like me didn't quite have that same little tingle. It was that little tingle sometimes that'd I'd focus on during the whole sultry affair, trying to ignore the girth and length, and just think about how his naked foreskin tickled my intimate neither-depths.
Our hips slapped together loudly, and mainly due to the popper I was too drugged to really make any speech, but I definitely grunted my appreciation every few thrusts. I toyed with the idea of bending over forwards and sucking myself, but I've always had the same problem with my fangs when I did this as with any other men - if I lost balance with my legs I'd fall on my neck and either break it or impale my legs with my fangs and choke on my own dick. No, the missionary was a better position for me to do the said performance on, cause only then all I really have to worry about is the light poking of my pelvis. Chad's hand on my dick, stroking it through the fabric because bless his heart he remembered I love having my scrotum and cock restrained, felt absolutely off the page.
I wrapped my tail around his back, which he gripped and held up to use as leverage as well as to keep out of the way for practical entry. Unlike the others he had never complained about my tail rubbing up against his pelvis and stomach, and just like he did seconds after grabbing it, he let go of it so the tail would lay flat against his chest when he fucked. I could never keep it around him anyway except for after sex.
He gave a final sharp thrust, and then rolled me onto my back, staring down into my eyes as I could tell that breeding me doggy style was just the beginning. Now he was going to breed me as biblically men bred their wives for hundreds of generations. He moved his hands to either side of my shoulders to steady himself, as I felt his cock hitting my insides at a new angle, not only pressing against my prostate but stimulating every sensitive little go-go button I had inside of me. I loved it when he fucked me like this. My hand went down and stroked my throbbing and sensitive cock through the fabric, while my legs wrapped around his back to give him a decent angle to thrust, I wanted him to completely bottom out inside of me without trouble, I wanted to feel those heavy swingin' nuts of his slapping against my tail base, and his head buried deep in my guts.
His eyes, those green eyes, oh so wonderful orbs of vision pierced into mine. His brow was narrowed in concentration as he stared into my own. Mine were feline gold, but his were so remarkable as they were so different. His brother had the same eyes, and yet didn't. His eyes had a kind of twinkle in them that I had never seen in anyone else's eyes. It made me feel special and loved, like I knew just what he was thinking and tat I was the only one he was thinking about. For as long as I could remember I'd wanted a man to look at me like that in my eyes when he was plowing me, and in that moment I felt more than blessed.
His arms though were getting tired, and he laid on my chest, wrapping his arms around my back, and beginning to rabbit fuck me - drilling his cock in and out with short rappid thrusts. Our grunts came together, masculine and real, earnest and true, pouring our true feelings of the sex into the act. He moved his mouth over mine, and we locked muzzles as best we could, and moaned one another's heat right into our mouths. I was still under the influence of the popper and was so relaxed that I could just be fit to bathe in the steam of his hot breath running down my throat and my own pushing into his. We were incredibly hot and sweaty, and definitely passionate. It was not two homosexuals fucking; it was two men that loved one another making love to each other. I threw my arms around his back and grabbed a tight handful his hair, and let out a joyous scream into his mouth.
I grabbed my prick and stroked it faster and faster, holding the fabric of my jock.
Everything was happening so fast. I didn't know I was doing it until I felt myself on top, but I had rolled Chad onto his back, in the same position we'd started in, and began to hammer his dick into my ass. I was jerking my cock so hard I knew I'd get friction burn so I freed it once more, stroking it faster and harder, letting my 8 gauge piercing jiggle a little bit and send extra waves of pleasure through my prick.
"Oh yeah cum Mike cum!"
"Oh fuck yes I'm going to cum! Fuck yes! Yes! YES!"
I stroked myself a few more times, and then arched my back, as I launched my semen all over his face, chest and neck. My first spray was more of a jet, but the rest were many upon many fat wads of semen and thick globs of yellowish white tiger seed. I let out a long polite groan and moan as I sprayed nearly a pint of the good stuff all over him. The watery substances rolled into his mouth and onto the sheets while the gobs stuck where they lay, much to my happiness.
"Fuck I'm going to cum too.." Chad said as he lapped at his face, and gave me some rapid deep humps before I felt him explode in my rear. His stream jetted past my inner barrier and into my depths - I called it my cervix - and impregnated me in a masculine sort of way. I could feel my colon swelling with every pulse of his cock as the warmth spread, and Chad groaned along with me.
I sat on his cock for a moment, before I pulled off, and smiled, clenching my rear tight to hold in his cummy goodness, and rolled onto my back next to him. I pulled him on top so we were parallel, and he willingly raised his rear over my still hard prick. Now, I removed my jock, ripping it apart, and pointed my cock at his rear. Collecting my cum from his chest, I smeared it around his butthole, and poked in. He took a few breaths as I felt his hole close past my P.A. and over my head, from there, he shoved his ass down onto my member all the way to the hilt, bringing my fat prick to the limit inside. "Ohhhh yess...your turn..."
"Oh that'd be just what I need right about now."
The second round was not going to last as long as the first, as it was we were both already very sensitive and exhausted, but as I moved my hands onto his pectoral muscles and began to hammer him, feeling my piercing tugged and moved by his inner body, I had no choice but to grow even harder and wanting for him.
I moved my lower half up and down, and started to thrust happily into his rear. It was most definitely a pleasant feeling. Now I was in heaven. I held him above me, pounding into his tight Doberman rear as he strained and groaned, Grunting and growling. I myself was a mess, and was so hot and heavy I was beyond thinking what was going on.
I moved my mouth to kiss the back of his neck, and before I knew it, his legs and arms gave out and we were laying in bed together, on our sides. My rear began to pump in and out, pressing myself flush in the spoon, and stroking him rapidly. "Oh fuck I don't know how long I can hold back from another burst."
"It's fine..." He said in a voice that sounded tired, but not from his narcolepsy but from just strenuous activity. "Nut off in me, if I fall asleep I don't care...you've made me a happy man today Mike."
It was just about all I needed, I did nothing more, and kept pounding him harder and faster, whimpering and panting, biting his shoulder gently with my fangs without breaking skin. Soon I had no choice.
We came again, this time my semen flodded into his rear, as his own jetted into the air and splattered back down onto us.
"Oh...Now...that was something worth waking up to."
"Ohh definitely...mmmm...now...lets get your day started my love.
(To be continued??)_