Time with Jeff and Dominic
Aaaaaaand after not posting anything for months I finally found inspiration for furry writing again and this happened. I really need to write more furry. It's quite fun.
I started writing this with the goal of about 2000 words. Um. Oops? It was supposed to be simple, and it is that, at least. It's just some smut. Gay smut. With gay furry guys in it. Having sex.
As always, I appreciate and encourage feedback, positive and negative, positive because it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy and negative because it tells me what to not do in the future. Enjoy!
Time with Jeff and Dominic
By Neal Brake
Jeff had been touching me all day. It wasn't overtly sexual or anything, but it was the kind of touching it would have been impossible for me to ignore, even if I had wanted to. It was almost flirty, but I didn't know if that's what he was going for or not. He's always been kind of a touchy guy, and it's hard for me to tell whether he's being deliberate or if the contact is incidental. When I pulled into the parking lot he was just arriving as well, and as we walked in his hand kept brushing mine. Then a couple of hours later while I was sitting in my office he came up and we started talking, and he put his hand on my shoulder before leaving and said "Take care!" Then at lunch, which we'd both decided would be less of a hassle if we just ate it in the building cafeteria, while we were in the line the back of his hand brushed mine again, then his shoulder. And then, once again in the office, when he had been showing me something on the computer and his tail accidentally slid along mine.
See what I mean? Confusing touches.
Of course, there was also the last one, when we were leaving and out of nowhere he had turned to me and grabbed my hand and looked right into my eyes and said I should come over tonight, he and Dominic were watching James Bond. That was maybe less subtle.
I had spent my dinner reflecting on these touches with a sagacity I never seemed to possess when I really needed it. Should I have said no? Was he being coy, or was he just being his little somewhat-hyper self? Jeff was a white rat, but I always privately thought he was actually a mix between a fox and a ferret, just in disguise. If he knew what personal space was, he must have felt it was silly and unimportant.
And I had a crush on him. In fact, I'd had a crush on him since he started working in my building. Yes, I realize it's pathetic. I'm a great big walking pile of feline irony, I am. Back when I was in high school I had met this kid, a rat named Parris, white with grey spots all over his fur. At the time I was just coming to terms with my sexuality, with the fact that I even had one, let alone that I was attracted to guys. I don't think I was very subtle about looking, because one day Parris pulled me into the nurse's office and sat me down and gave me my very first lap dance. And then my first blow job. We slept naked together on one of the horridly uncomfortable plastic beds and only narrowly avoided the nurse in the morning. I think that's when I started liking rats.
Now I'm a calico kitty with a thing for white rats. Seriously. What the hell.
The day we started working together was the day I started throwing him looks, half hoping he'd notice and that he wouldn't at the same time. He was smaller than I am, though not by much, and he carried himself with an ineffable energy that made him positively bounce sometimes and slide others. I'd been on the verge of asking him out when I'd learned about his boyfriend. That was a sucky day.
Since then, I've toned down how I behave around him. We're friends, that's it. Occasionally we skipped work to get coffee from some local place where the people there knew us by sight. When we passed in the halls we acknowledged each other easily. And the whole time I threw surreptitious looks at him out of the corner of my eyes. I was trying to be subtle, not sure if I was succeeding or not. He never said anything, so I assumed I was and kept right on doing it.
I haven't told too many people about this, so all day I wondered whether Jeff had figured it out and was deliberately teasing me with it, or if it was just a coincidence. Hindsight tells me it doesn't matter.
I ate dinner and waited until eight, which was when he had told me I should come over (they were eating out, he'd said). The sun had set behind the suburban trees and the sky was an interesting and completely unimportant shade of something as I drove. I was kind of excited about this, though I couldn't have told you why if my life depended on it. I had been over to Jeff's house more than once, movies was an irregular but totally-heard-of thing there. I think I was still reeling from the day's touches. I also think I had assumed by that point they were all unintentional, except for the last one, which was explained easily by Jeff just being Jeff.
When I got to his house I parked on the curb and walked on up and rang the doorbell. It was only a few seconds before Jeff answered, smiling brightly. "Josh! Glad you could make it." He held the door open and I stepped inside.
Jeff's house-well, not really Jeff's house, it belonged to his boyfriend, Dominic-was the kind of suburban home people got when they weren't quite rich, but they were well-off anyway. The kind of neighborhood you can see from space during Christmas, and that cars drive through to see the shinies. They kept it clean, so everything was put away, but it didn't look empty because of how they had arranged the furniture. Not a McMansion, it had heart. The hallway was short and forked at the end, left for the basement and right for the kitchen and living room. It had a landscape on the wall that I knew Jeff had painted.
Through the kitchen, where I saw clean dishes dripping in the drying rack. Whatever they had made was already put away, except for a pitcher of filtered water. Jeff's exposed claws clicked on the tiles.
Their living room had a couch and a chair, and was arranged around a lots-of-inches flat panel HDTV that dominated the wall above a gas fireplace. The Bond DVD was already in and the menu running, music looping annoyingly as the same pictures ran across the screen.
"I really am glad you're here," Jeff told me as we sat on the couch.
"Of course. It sounded like fun. Um." I tried not to look obvious as I checked the clock, in case I had the time wrong. "You did say eight, right?"
"Yep," the white rat answered happily.
"Right." I looked around. I couldn't hear any conversation tiptoeing from other rooms or see anyone through the sliding glass patio door. "There's nobody else here."
"I know." Jeff frowned and turned toward the patio door as well, and I must have imagined the way the corner of his mouth hiked up before I couldn't see his face anymore. "It's weird. Whatever, it's their loss." He turned back, and his smile had returned. "So."
I couldn't help smiling back. "So."
"Have you got any plans for the weekend?"
"Not really. I was just kind of gonna chill."
"I hear that." He made a show of stretching out on the couch. "Every now and then it's nice to just take some time off from all the BS and just relax. We were thinking we may go and see 'Blood Gangs' this weekend. You want to come?"
"Maybe." Of course I wanted to go with him to a dark movie theater. In truth I was glad he was laying down on the couch now, I didn't have to pretend not to stare at his eyes. Which were brown, by the way. I knew what would probably happen was I'd entertain the fantasy of going, maybe even go so far as to imagine my hand accidentally slipping into his and him just winking at me and the both of us pretending to watch the movie while we clasped hands under the armrest. Then, when they called and asked if I wanted to go still, I'd back out so I wouldn't be intruding on their date, which is what it probably was.
"You should come."
"If it doesn't intrude on my lazy time, I will."
Jeff laughed. "Fair enough." He was moving his feet around in little circles, and I was trying to watch them and simultaneously make sure he didn't catch me doing it. That was all I needed, an awkward thing between us. He sat up suddenly, and I started guiltily. "Hey, you mind if I take off my shirt?"
"I-what?"
"It's warm." He shrugged.
"Uh, yeah I guess. It's your house. Well, Dominic's, but it's yours, too."
"It is, isn't it?" He beamed at me and seemed to sort of wiggle out of his shirt. He folded it neatly and placed it on the floor next to the couch. He lay back down on his back, feet away from me. "I guess we can get started, then."
"Aren't we going to wait for, uh, whoever?"
"Nah." He pressed play, and the movie started. I shrugged mentally and settled in to watch. A detached part of me noticed that it wasn't actually that hot.
When Bond was describing how the first agent died a door opened and closed, and light footfalls reached my ears from upstairs. So Dominic was already here. Jeff said, "Hey, Dom," and got a "Hey, yourself," in return. The stairs were behind the couch, so I didn't see Dominic until he rounded Jeff's side. A gunshot sliced the air and Spaniel Craig said drily, "Yes. Considerably."
"Hey."
"Hey, yourself."
The first agent got a bullet down his barrel and I looked left to say hello. I was, of course, thoroughly unable.
Let me paint this picture for you.
I'm sitting there on this couch, sharing it with the rat I've had something of a crush on for a couple of years. He's shirtless, and lying right next to me, and I'm trying hard not to stare at his chest, which is something I'd really like to do. Then his boyfriend comes in, and things get even worse. Because here's the thing: Dominic is just as hot as Jeff. He's a rat, too. With white fur. And hazel eyes. The only, and I mean only, reason I don't say I have a crush on him is because I don't see him as much as Jeff. So when I turn to say "Hi", I get an eyeful of two absolutely gorgeous rats. Dominic isn't wearing a shirt, either. Or any other clothes, as far as I can tell. He's climbed onto the couch with us, but Jeff is still lying down, Dominic is just straddling him. They're busy playing explorer with each other's tongues.
I try not to stare, but I mean come on.
When Dominic breaks the kiss and sits up I get a clear view of his pink erection resting on Jeff's stomach. He's resting his weight on Jeff's chest, claws running through the fur as he flexes his fingers. They're that way for only a few seconds before he descends and Frenches his lover in a slow, passionate display. His right hand has drifted to Jeff's left, and the other is exploring the writhing body beneath him.
I didn't notice how much I was hurting until the Great Dame Judy Dench griped about missing the Cold War. I had to seriously readjust my pants, and it didn't help one bit.
Dominic pushed himself up to his knees and reached between his legs. There was a muffled pop and a zip, and Jeff's hips rose as his jeans were shuffled down his thighs, then to his calves, where he deftly kicked them off onto the floor. He took Dominic's erection into his hand and caressed it, and Dominic took his and did the same.
That was when Dominic looked up at me. "Hey Josh," he said nonchalantly.
The fuck am I supposed to say to that? Something intelligent? Because I'm pretty sure it came out sounding like "Uh," only not quite so articulate.
The rat had already returned his attention to the smaller rat beneath him. (Dominic was bigger, but not by much). Some recessive analytical part of my mind took note of how they stroked each other, how it wasn't fast or hectic, but slow and simple. Dominic took both erections in his hand and rubbed them together, eliciting a soft gasp from Jeff, whose free hands now roamed up Dominic's arms. He started moving his hips.
The pressure on my own erection was unbearable at this point. Still, ridiculously, I simply adjusted my posture some more, and then some more, and then finally did the unthinkable and tugged the fabric into a less confining shape.
It's impossible to recall exactly what was going through my head at this time. I was literally watching one of my fantasies come true right in front of my eyes. The movie was still going on, but I wasn't aware of it. If anything, it provided a sort of white noise that cancelled everything except for the two creatures before me. Blood pounded through my fingertips. My own breathing was starting to come in ragged gasps. I returned marginally to my senses only when Dominic stopped stroking and sat up higher on his knees again.
"Um," I managed, and this time I know I got the full idea across.
Jeff looked at me, tilting his head back. "Hey. What's up?" Dominic was scooting up his chest.
I pointed at them. "You're doing that." I watched them do some more of it. "Stop it," I added, almost pleadingly. Okay, pleadingly.
"Why?" Jeff asked. He started to say something else, but Dominic had put a hand on his cheek and guided his face forward. I didn't see his lips part, but I did watch Dominic's expression as he slid into Jeff's mouth.
"Mnh," Jeff finished.
"What?" I asked, dazed.
Dominic, who had up to this point been smiling down at his lover as his penis disappeared into his muzzle, now looked up and smiled at me. "You look really uncomfortable. Bet you'd feel better without your pants." He gazed pointedly at my crotch.
"What are you talking about?" But he was no longer paying me any attention, the whole of it now focused on their connecting body parts. I watched them move for a couple of minutes, Jeff bobbing his head slowly while Dominic thrust. Then I felt a sharp twinge of pain as I pressed up against some abrasive part of my boxers, probably a button, and swore. With trembling hands I undid the clasp of my pants and slid them down and off.
Dominic looked up only for long enough to say, "Your shirt, too," and then looked back down. Soon my shirt joined the rest of my clothes on the floor.
And then things didn't move any farther. I sat there, my rock hard dick in my hand, and watched the object of my desire suck someone else's right in front of me. Never mind that it was his boyfriend, that was unimportant. My hand started to move of its own accord, timing strokes with thrusts. The movie's white noise isolated the two rats in front of me from everything around them, isolated me with them.
Jeff pulled his muzzle off his boyfriend and inclined his head towards me. Dominic slid off of him and walked the whole foot to where I was sitting on the couch. Then, without so much as a word, he slid to his knees, and it was like watching water slide down those little majestic Japanese waterfall machines, all smooth fluid movement. He didn't stop when he was level with my erection. He stopped when his lips had closed around my head.
I remember thinking very clearly: This. Is. Not. Happening. Of course it wasn't. You don't just go over to your friend's house and suddenly have his boyfriend sucking you off. That's not how things worked. I knew this. I was acutely aware of the impossibility of my situation. None of it was happening.
But Dominic clearly didn't know that, and his eyes slid up to watch me even as his mouth slid down. I groaned.
He was good. We moved in a slow rhythm, me just basking in the fact of the sex happening right now, and he made every moment euphoric. He didn't just create a vacuum, he used his cheeks and tongue to make it feel like wet hot velvet, which is kind of weird but exactly what it felt like. His hands rested lightly on my thighs, squeezing every so often when he took me to my root. Whiskers teased the inside of my thighs. He twisted his head and his tongue pulled at me, making me groan. And then he was back on, and I was back in.
And the whole time, I couldn't stop looking at Jeff. The white rat was still next to me, and he had turned around so he was also on his knees. His hands weren't idle, sliding up and down his saliva-slicked erection with agonizing slowness. He watched me watch him, and neither of us made a move towards the other until he brought his muzzle to mine. The kiss we shared was pure glory and thanks to Dominic deep-throating me and swallowing I don't remember a damn second of it.
It was an unwelcome shock like a bucket of cold water when the two of them simultaneously slid away from my sensitive parts and left me high and wet and shivering. "Hey," I managed weakly, automatically. Dominic replaced his mouth with his hand, but it wasn't moving very much. More like he was letting me know he was still there while Jeff talked.
"We were thinking," Jeff was saying over the feeling of Dominic's hand, "that we could move this to the bedroom. What do you think?" As he asked he took my hand and placed it matter-of-factly on his cock.
I said, "Yes."
"Great." Dominic's hand was gone when he stood suddenly. "I'll go get ready, then." And with that he sauntered around the couch, trailing his fingers up my chest and over my shoulders before mounting the stairs.
"Jeff," I said.
"Yes?"
"What's going on?"
He giggled. "Isn't it obvious?" He urged me onto my back and then crawled up until he was lying on my stomach.
"Yes," I said. "And no, too."
"Let's start with the obvious part."
"I think I'm about to have sex with you," I said when he didn't say anything.
"Uh huh." We kissed, deeply.
"With your...boyfriend?" I said when we surfaced.
"Uh huh. Right on both counts. Is there something wrong?"
Wrong? So far the night was turning out to be what my wet dream had dreams about. It was so cliché it was funny, yet I wasn't laughing. "I don't think so. But I am kind of confused."
"Poor kitty," Jeff crooned, and I had to smile. "I've seen you looking. I looked, too. I might have mentioned looking at you to Dominic, once or twice, and we decided we'd like to do more than just look."
"But did you know?"
"Know what?"
"About me?"
"About you? That you're gay, you mean?" Jeff's face showed a kind of polite puzzlement. "Kinda a little, yeah. I figured, anyway, when you had a boner every time I walked into your office."
Hyperbole. I was not so without control that I couldn't control myself around him all the time. Maybe some of the time. I let it go. "That's not what I meant. I meant you know my, uh." I fished for a non-speciest way to say it, then settled on just throwing it out there. "I kind of have a thing for rats," I finished.
Jeff actually giggled. "Wait, really? That's perfect."
"Yeah." What the fuck was my head doing, anyway? Of all the things I could have said, that was what I settled on? I tried to pretend I didn't just say that. I grinned up at him. We kissed again. His mouth was wet and slippery, and our tongues snaked around each other as though we'd been kissing for years.
"Come on," he said, and slid off the couch. I followed him, shaking off my shoes and not really caring that they were just going to stay on the floor in the living room of my coworker's house. Behind me Bond was saying something that was probably important to someone, somewhere.
Their stairs were carpeted, and the house was new enough that they didn't creak when we walked on them. I'd never been upstairs before and wondered what I was going to find when I got there. A tingle swept through all my limbs at the prospect of entering a place I had hitherto defined as off-limits for myself. Strangely, mounting the landing was what finally made me feel naughty.
Upstairs was plainer than downstairs, though not unpleasantly so. A full bathroom sat at the top of the stairs, the inside all marble and white and immaculate. An emerald rug sat on white tile. The hall itself was carpeted with white fluff so thick I felt like I was going to sink into it. Closed doors lined the walls, interspaced with more landscape paintings. One of them was oranges and yellows and showed a gazelle drinking from a watering hole in the desert.
"Have you been to Africa?" I asked, curious about the painting.
Jeff laughed lightly. "Why, thank you. Unfortunately, no. That was just my imagination, a couple of reference photos, and a couple of hours' worth of time."
"A couple of hours?"
"More than a couple." He winked, and somehow that little action made the entire situation seem normalized. We walked naked through the hall, him holding onto my hand and me trying not to let my bouncing erection bother me too much. Talking about his paintings. Normalized.
The bedroom was obvious thanks to the open door and the massive bed inside-seriously, I think it was a king-size bed. And both Jeff and Dominic are smaller than me by about half a head. What did they do with that much space? I giggled as that porn-o-riffic thought did cartwheels through my brain.
"What's funny?" Jeff asked.
"How's the weather?" I responded.
He laughed.
Entering the bedroom was the last straw. If I wasn't so hard it was painful before, I was now.
Dominic lay on his side, his tail drawn up between his legs and not quite covering all of his privates. He played with the tip in his hands, watching me with a grin I can only define as sultry. Jeff let go of my hand and pushed me in front of him. I went easily, practically falling forward onto the bed and then freezing. What now? So many lines had been crossed already I would have only seen a hazy blur had I looked back, but here was an interesting one. Was I supposed to make a move, take the initiative? Dominic sure wasn't moving, and Jeff had let go and something scratched against wood behind me.
Then Jeff was behind me again, pressing up against me in a pleasing way that made me press back. He laughed and pushed me gently down, gathered my hands behind my back, and then rapid clicks and pressure as he-
The fuck?
"Hey!" I tried to roll over, but he stayed where he was, and my attempt was half-hearted, anyway. I had no leverage; fuzzy rings bound my hands together, and Jeff was holding the chain between.
"Hey yourself," Jeff replied. He helped me the rest of the way onto the bed, and then had me crawl forward until had I been lying flat my feet would not have fallen over the edge. Big bed. He flipped me onto my back and leaned forward to speak softly over my ear, "The weather's fine."
Dominic had moved at last. He had moved around above me and was now bringing his face down to mine. "We can stop, if you want," he said softly. His breath ticked my ears.
"I don't want," I breathed back.
"Good."
What followed was probably one of the most intense make-out sessions I've ever experienced. And in high school I had the kind of boyfriend who takes you under the bridge at night when the tide is low and nobody can possibly see you.
Dominic pulled me into a kiss. It took me a few seconds to get the hang of it, but eventually I did. His lips were as soft and wonderful as they had been downstairs, and that thought made me jump a little. He was lying across the bed, practically cradling my chin in his right hand, the other stroking up my ear. The contact between his chest and my head, the way he moved his fingers up my ears, squeezing at the tips.
That's not to say I didn't notice when Jeff joined, which was approximately three milliseconds after Dominic started. One of his hands stroked the open side of my face, but the other was occupied with something else entirely. He kissed my cheek between Dominic's fingers somehow, then moved down to my neck, and he started practically sucking and the sensations from that were incredible. No one had ever done that to me before. It felt dominating and made me want to squirm, so I did. I moaned into Dominic's mouth. Jeff's hands found my chest and massaged in circles around my nipples.
He maneuvered himself so he was straddling my leg and started moving against me. I slid through the fur on his thigh and in my state it just made me squirm more, which intensified the effect. His mouth had moved to my actual throat, and I felt sharp little nips. My brain stopped functioning. Everything was backwards. I pictured myself with Parris, remembered mounting him and biting his throat almost exactly the same way, and the feeling of control it gave me, the way it intensified every thrust and every breath. Now I felt like I might come just from the feeling of Jeff's tongue between his lips on my throat.
When Dominic relinquished his monopoly on my mouth Jeff was quick to join him. It was awkward in the most glorious way, kissing them both at the same time and feeling them kissing each other across my lips.
We kept doing that for about two eternities. Eventually Dominic pulled away and so did Jeff, and I just lay there, my hands behind my back, unable to move. Helpless.
"Here," Jeff said, pushing me gently onto my knees. It was work getting to them, I was practically trembling. Dominic steadied me while Jeff grabbed a bottle of what couldn't possibly have been lube from the bedside table and squirted a liberal amount into his hand. Dominic had moved so he was right in front of me sitting back on his legs like a samurai-I know, it's a ridiculous simile, but it's what went through my mind-holding my head in his hands and kissing.
Jeff's wet fingers probing beneath my tail was what alerted me to my position. Yes, it really took that long.
My mind was somewhere else, somewhere far away and right there at the same time. I existed as each feeling that I had, an incomplete being comprised of the tongue wrestling in my mouth, the fingers rubbing gently on my prostate, the need dribbling from the tip of my quivering member. I felt the fingers withdraw and Jeff's warm body press against me. His hardness was squished between us, slick length sliding through my fur. He leaned forward and moved his hips back at the same time, and then pushed forward completely. His hands found my hip and my nose and smelled like some kind of berry.
I didn't quite feel him penetrate me initially. There was the pressure and I knew what that meant, and there was the warmth and slickness and the feeling of fullness, but my brain didn't catch up all the way until he licked along my cheek. His groin was pressed solidly against my rump and his hands were doing wonderful things on my chest. Heat coursed through him into me, I felt it. He pulled out slowly, then pushed back in, and followed an easy rhythm.
Dominic had stopped kissing me somewhere in there. I found myself facing his cock, his hand on my muzzle-
God, all their touches were driving me crazy!
-waiting for me to notice. When I looked up he was a blur seen through half-lidded eyes. I opened my eyes all the way so I could see him clearly, because it would have been a fucking waste to miss it. He smiled down at me and pushed his hips forward, stopping when the tip was in my muzzle. I tried to move my head forward but he stopped me. I looked up, honestly surprised.
"Tch," he said, still smiling.
I bathed his head with my tongue, exploring its ridges and falls, making it slick with saliva, and tasting his salty excitement whenever it passed over his slit, which was very often once I tasted him.
After a few seconds, or hours maybe, I felt one of his hands move around to the back of my head and pull me forward. I went gladly. My body had been forced into a strange incline, my rump raised and my muzzle lowered. I think Dominic sensed the awkwardness because he shifted up to his knees and brought me with him just because of the suction on his dick. He laughed, then grabbed at my face when I started trying to bob my head.
"Nuh uh," he said.
I didn't wonder what he was talking about for long. Holding my head steady with both hands, Dominic started thrusting. He was considerably less gentle than his partner, burying himself to the hilt every time and moving about twice as fast. I almost gagged, only didn't out of sheer willpower. His glans scraped across my palate and I curled my tongue around the shaft as best as I could with his motions removing it from my mouth each time he pulled back. Behind me Jeff started thrusting more quickly. Soon they were both moving at the same speed.
I could hear them making out above me. And you know, that was incredibly hot. They each had re-appropriated one of their hands, the remaining ones perfunctorily steadying my body so they could use it. I wanted to look up and see them, their mouths pressed against one another, hands exploring each other's face. I wanted to see what was making them moan so loudly. But when I looked up all I saw was Dominic's stomach and chest, a wall of white washing out everything else ever. I couldn't move my head. Dominic had grabbed hold of my ear tighter now and was using it as a handle, practically pulling my muzzle into his crotch and away again, and a steady stream was ebbing from his tip in much the same way I'm sure it was coming from mine. I couldn't swallow it and it just got smeared around on my tongue. Jeff was connecting with me pretty hard now, too, his thrusts becoming more frenetic.
I tried instinctively to move my hands to steady myself, but of course I couldn't. They strained against the fuzzy restraints to no avail. I was being supported solely by the hardness of their cocks, it felt like. They were thrusting in unison, filling me so completely I thought I was going to burst every time they came in.
I wanted put my hand on Dominic's groin and push him back, slip my mouth slowly off his cock and give the tip a kiss, then lick down and bathe his balls until he squirmed, then lick back up and take him slowly into my mouth
It was not an option. I sat on my knees, helpless, powerless to prolong the inevitable. I wanted to turn around and tell Jeff to slow, down, that he was going too fast and he was magical how he was hitting me just right every time and if he didn't stop right this second I was going to
But I couldn't. I couldn't talk around his boyfriend while he fucked me from behind.
I think it was that thought that sent me over, finally. Of course, it could just as easily have been the thrust that slid over my prostate like the sweetest thing you've ever tasted and caused me to tense unbearably, arms straining and going nowhere. My body froze in the grip of orgasm, every muscle straining to do something, if only they could figure out what. I wanted to wail at Jeff to stop thrusting, to let me come peacefully, please, oh please, oh please.
He kept going, and each thrust was sent by God and the devil. I felt it leave me like a cannon blast. The orgasm rode along my cock and felt like it sounded like a wave. I tried to moan but I couldn't make a sound. Tears welled up in my eyes and I whimpered instead. Jeff hilted himself and I spurted again. He did it again, and I came again. He kept doing it. He wouldn't stop, and neither could I.
Until he did. His free arm wrapped around my chest and with a mighty final thrust he buried himself completely. I felt his sharp little teeth on my shoulder and it drove me over again, the two of us convulsing in unison. I don't care what physics says, I think he came right through me. The seed that pooled beneath my dripping cock was as much his as mine.
Dominic didn't last much longer. I felt the warmth before I was ready and then it was all there, coating my tongue and filling my mouth. He wasn't like Jeff, he didn't hilt himself when he came, so I didn't have time to swallow. I tried to keep it all in but his thrusts went all the way and displaced it. Spurt after warm spurt filled my muzzle until it just was too much and it dribbled down the sides. His thrusts finally began to slow. And then they stopped entirely, he still buried in me.
I don't know how long we stayed like that. Eventually Dominic got out of my mouth and Jeff withdrew himself as well, and the three of us collapsed into one another. A soft clicking and my hands were suddenly free. I brought them up to Dominic's body and rubbed it in all the ways I'd wished I'd have been able to before. He responded in kind. Lying at my back, Jeff pressed himself against me, still hard, and did the same. At some point I fell asleep, caught between the two of them.
The first thing I saw when I woke was Jeff. He was looking down at me, smiling. I smiled back up at him. "Hey," I said, then gasped lightly as his fingers brushed my morning erection.
"Glad you're awake," he said.
"Oh?"
"Yeah, Dominic owes you the rest of what he started last night."
"What?" I started to say, but two things happened at once that shut me the hell up. The first was Jeff descended to my mouth and started making out with me; the second was, just as his lips touched mine, another warm muzzle enveloped my dick.
It was a pleasant way to wake up.
I came with much less force than the previous night, but the same warmth effused through my nerves and ended in the tips of everything.
They made me breakfast. I had eggs over easy and toast, and corned beef hash, and orange juice.
Conversation came easily to us. I had thought it would be awkward, but when we were all sitting around their little kitchen table, all in our boxers and nothing else, whatever inhibitions I had been afraid would suddenly pop up scampered away for good. I honestly don't remember what we talked about. I just remember laughing a lot, stealing easy glances as the two rats I'd just shared a bed with.
"So," Jeff asked when Dominic went to shower, "how was it?"
"Last night?" I grinned. Then my grin faded as I thought about how to answer that. "I don't know," I said honestly.
He put a supportive hand on my shoulder. "It was OK, though, right? I mean, you're not sorry it happened, right?"
"No. Of course not, no. It was visceral. Dominic's interesting."
"In bed?" Jeff giggled flightily, which made me smile. "Yeah. He's something, sometimes. This one time, it was a while ago, but we came home and he took me different ways four times, I think."
"Four?"
Jeff winked. "It was something. I only ever read about stuff like that in stories. The more interesting stories, anyway. Here, give me your plate." He took my plate to the kitchen and rinsed it off before putting it in the dishwasher. I moved to the living room and settled onto the couch. He joined me when he was finished cleaning up, and only then did it dawn on me that I probably should have offered to help. Oh well. I'm still insensitive.
Jeff slid up to me and lay his head down in my lap. I put my hand on his face absently. Minutes passed before I realized we were staring at each other. Feeling the impulse drag at my chest, I leaned down and kissed him, his warm lips parting to accept mine.
Dominic finished in the shower and shut the water off.
"Come on," I said, fishing the remote from between the cushions. "I didn't get to finish the movie."
Jeff sat up and faced the screen.