A Drunk Night
This story contains alcohol abuse, slutty foxes, and gay sex. If any of this angers you, then sorry, you decided to read it. Also, if you're under legal age of your country to look at or buy porn, reading this is illegal, and yada yada. You won't even listen to me, so whatever. I take no responsibility. I hope you enjoy the drunken story.
Also, it was writtern while drunk, and in about an hour. I only went back to edit a few spelling mistakes, grammar is as it was written, as was the plot.
A Drunk night.
Jack, a fox, strode into the bar, cowboy hat askew on his head. He sat down glumly, and ordered a bourbon and coke, without the coke. He tipped it back ignoring the burning as it went down.
Over in the corner, George a bluetongue lizard, watched as Jack ordered another drink, and downed that one too, only wincing slightly at the burning.
George began to feel sorry for the fox, and walked over to the bar. Just as Jack was about to pay for the second drink, George cut him off and paid the barman.
"Don't worry, I got it. You seem like you've had a bad day. Want to talk about it?" he asked, sitting next to Jack.
"Dunno... maybe I'll tell you after this has kicked in... I'm Jack, by the way." Jack said, offering a hand out. George shook it.
"Good ta meetcha." George said. He motioned for the bar tender to come over. "Mix one of your special martinis... actually, make it two. My pal, Jack, could use one too." The bartended came back after a few minutes with two martinis, complete with umbrellas, matching the Hawaiian theme of the bar.
"I'm George." He said, introducing himself as the bartender bought the martinis over. Jack attempted to sip one, and coughed violently. "That good huh?" George asked.
"A little... dry..." Jack gasped.
"You'll get used to it. So the alcohol started to take away the pain yet?" George asked, genuinely caring for this person.
"A little. I guess I can tell you. You seem like a nice guy. My wife of ten years decided she didn't love me anymore and divorced me, taking half of my shit. All of which I worked for, the ungrateful bitch. It was all my money, and she is entitled to half of it..." Jack began to cry, and George patted him on the shoulder trying to comfort him
"Wow, I don't know hwazt to say to that. Other than sorry to hear that." George said, feeling sad for this man.
"Thanks. I really appreciate that someone cares." Jack said, his hand holding George's.
"No problem. I'm just a big ol' softie." George said.
"Yeah... you are. In fact... you're just the kind of man I like." Jack said.
"Wha?" George said, not expecting this come on.
"That's one of the reasons she left me. I found out I'm gay. Of course, I couldn't have figured this out BEFORE I married?" the man cried.
"Well, if it's any consolation, my wife left me after I cheated on her with a guy. I'm bi." George replied.
Jack seemed to think for a moment, possibly clouded thought due to the alcohol racing through his veins. "Let's go to your place..." he said seductively.
"Uh... you sure?" George said, not wanting to take advantage of a drunk person.
"Don't worry, I won't call rape in the morning. Besides.. the wife got the house... I don't really have anywhere to go..." he said, looking back to his martini and swallowing it in one mighty gulp.
George felt truly sorry for this person, and decided to take them home. At least for the night to give them a place to sleep free of charge. He wouldn't deny it. This fox was hot, but he knew better than to try anything while he was drunk.
Half an hour later, George and Jack were at George's apartment. George volunteered to sleep on the couch, and suggested Jack sleep on the bed. Jack refused and dragged George into the bed with him. Jack had already lubed up, and was bent over on the bed.
"Please fuck my ass!" Jack pleaded to George.
Geor5ge smiled and proceeded to do so. Jack gasped, ad the 10 inch cock rammed into his ass, amking his prostate happy.
Jack bucked back against George, moaning loudly, like a fox should. George kept ramming into Jack, making him happy.
George kept fuvking into Jack's ass, until he orgasmed.
Jack orgasmed soon after. He moaned and slumped onto the bed, George slumped onto Jack.
Jack lies on the bed, face resting in a puddle of cum, which is slowluy seeping into the bed. Jack passes out, and wakes up hours later, sleeping in the bed, with a bad hangover, his ass sore.
"Ow... what the hell did I do last night?" he asks, and notices an arm wrapped around him.
"Oh, nothing hun, I did everything. You had some great fun... wanna try again sometime?" he asks, smiling, tongue flickering.
"Only if you use that tongue of yours." He says, grinning, remembering the night before a little better now.
Fin.
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