Out and About (PT I)
Gay Relationships, Friends, Anal Smex and Nightlife. What more could you want.
So, yeah. This is a story about a bat, whom i don't really have a name for. I guess you can leave that to your imagination. I love this story - i really went to town. I didn't want to write about my character, but the bat character is almost a mirror of my personality and shit. hah. Anyway... Read away - and fap muchly. Sorry if there's heaps of gayblab in there. If you want some tail after getting all flustered reading this, just PM me or add me to Messenger.
So like, I'm totally freaking out about my hair. Shit, I always do when it comes to going out... I make sure I get it just the way I like it when I get out of the shower, but somehow it always manages to frizz or flop. That's it, frizz or flop. Another run through it with my paws gives a disappointing result. Now, before you start judging me, I'm not a vein bat, not by far... I'm the first to simply walk around the apartment in my undies, with no hairdo, no moisturiser - sometimes my housemates even call me slobby. Bitches, at least I do my share of the chores! However, it seems every time I look in the mirror on my way out - my hair is bound to do this. Fuck it, I'll be late if I don't go, even with my retarded looking fringe. Stupid cheapo gel.
The moment I step outside I give a little groan - it's freezing. I'm wearing my usual tight jeans and a half-jacket... but under that, yes, I decided to wear the net shirt. I liked the way people could see the belly-ring through it... It lets' them know I'm a kinky little girl, and I don't have to say a thing. Ah well, a short walk later and I met up with the group at the corner, sounds shady doesn't it? Darren, the big guy of the group was quick to pull my shivering body to him. I'll come out with it; I'm not a fan of the stallion-richguy-jerk. At least it's warm pressed against the short fur of his abs under his huge faux-fur coat, god I must look like a pimp's bitch right now.
I was looking forward to the night out, it had been a rough week and it was about time that I got to go somewhere where there were real people. As we walked toward the train station, I could feel Darren's paw groping my rear... Great, hopefully he wouldn't be hitting on me all night long, last time I gave in to him, I got an eyeful of stallion cum. Shithead didn't even say sorry or nothing! Our train pulled up, and the five of us got onto the rear carriage - I glanced at the schedule on the screen before escaping from Darren and flinging myself into a spot next to Trent. The emo looking wolf smirked, and as I sat I swore I heard him mutter under his breath.
"Slut" ... I glared at him, with mock indignation.
"Excuse me? What was that, double wonder?"
The reference was somewhat an inside joke. There was a 'rumour' that everyone knew was fake, that Trent had gotten really drunk one night and had managed to squeeze a friend of a friend AND his friend in at the same time. It was a complete joke - he wasn't that flexible - the only one in our social circle who could was...
"Whatever. Did you catch the eta bubblebutt?" To that, I mouthed a fake little 'ouch' and covered my heart in mock dismay.
"Yeah, 13 minutes..."
"Oh fantastic, my favourite number."
You know how everyone has a little annoying thing they do? That was Trent's. He was always going on about how his favourite number was thirteen, like he was special or something. Hell, my favourite number was thirteen, but I didn't wave it around like a flag saying "I like a scary number; I'm so different and nonconformist". Then again, the bright purple boy-briefs that I brought from the woman's section at wallmart were preeettty non-conformist... So I guess I make up for some things.
For what seemed like forever, the train ride dragged on. No one was really making an effort to socialise - I mean, I probably could put a finger on why. The other two members of our little precession were Maru and Greg. Maru was used to our little nights out, he was a fairly educated skunk - and was nearly as well built as Darren. He was a real shoulder to cry, or bitch on. Not that I ever did any of those... hah. However, the liz man Greg, well... He's straight. Not the annoying super-straight-guy stereotype, but he definitely had it in there for vagina. My guess is that he was as nervous as hell about losing his clubbing 'virginity' with a bunch of gaybos. He was our friend, but only from college - not out and about. This would be a new experience. We all wanted to talk to him, but in the end it's usually best if you let the new friends work on their nervousness before you go talking to them about getting loose and drunk, especially if you had a slight girly lisp. Straight guys are weird like that.
It wasn't really that long before we all piled out of the train and waded our way through the station and down the road. I call it 'wading', I mean, that's what guys like Darren and Maru do, wade. I just slink along in the undertow behind them. Before too long we were getting our wrists stamped for the first venue. This wasn't a gay club or anything, just a nice 'starting venue'. Cheap drinks, pool tables and a trendy not-quite-club atmosphere, even the music was downed a little - as though to encourage talking. As we all shuffled into a booth, Darren rocked up with a whole tray of some random looking cocktail, and a jug of beer. Ok, so the dick had some advantages, apart from being defensive over us, he had money. The kind of money that bought a lot of drinks for us guys.
So of course I had to wrap my paws around a nice, bright lime colored drink - it looked too gorgeous to pass up. Naturally Darren joined Greg in a beer - smooth thinking, it may help him chill out.
"Thanks for the drinks Da." I did the courtesy for the rest of the guys. With that sly saunter, Darren winked at me.
"Not a problem sweetcheeks." It took him a short moment to realise that he may have just undone his work with Greg - I mean he looked quite awkward at this point. A nervous Darren turned towards the lizard, grabbing at words to say...
"I - I mean, no problem bro..." At that, I think, the ice broke. I snorted a giggle, and to all our relief, Greg started laughing. From there on in, it became a lot more relaxed. Whether it was the alcohol, or the game of pool that started soon after ... I can't put a finger on it.
"You can't sink it... Choke" Greg had somehow gotten himself into a heated duel against Darren... Which had gotten pretty exciting - it was down to the eight ball. The sledging had started halfway through the game.
"Watch me scales." Darren took a shot, the cue ball slapped against the eight, but the eight just bounced around the table. By now our whole group was holding their breath with every shot. Greg took another shot - but his game had been out since that last beer. The cue missed completely. I couldn't let our resident pool shark defeat our new friend... could i? Sliding up beside Darren as he lined himself up, I let one of my girly paws slide along the front of his pants...
"Mmmm, all these balls hitting eachother..." I knew exactly what effect that would have. Darren shot, and wasted it completely - in fact, the cue even got airborne on the table. As the 'crowd' let out whoops and jeers, Darren turned toward me... but before he could talk I had my shoulder turned to him, my hand held up -
"Whoops, it's a shame you can't aim well when your cock is involved".
Of course I received a slightly hard slap to my ass... which gave me queue to exit the table.
Remember what I was saying before? Everyone has their little annoying things? That was mine. A few cocktails and I'm all hands. Sometimes it's just being a cocktease, but as the alcohol went on, I always became more and more flirtatious. Right now I was sitting cross legged off to the side - a flustered little bat, hot under the collar. Sure it was Darren, but dick was dick... A huge stalli- ugh. Oh Mr. Cosmopolitan why do you make me such a slut... haha, oh god I'm getting drunk.
"So, how're you feeling?" the whisper came from just behind my ear. God I hated it when people did that, my ears are really sensitive and the hot breath on them... it's like melting a snowflake - and that snowflake is my drunken self-control. I could tell from the smell of granita that it was Trent. I didn't answer at first, whimpering - I didn't want this did i? I was starting to forget.
" I - I'm all hot."
Before I could even turn around and push him away or something, I felt a paw run over my groin - without any way of stopping it, I could only gasp as blood flooded to the area... My heart beating in my ears, I knew that I was doomed. I felt almost heavy with a sudden rush of hormones - sure I was nervous, this was a public place. I finally moved, hesitantly turning my head. A soft pair of lips met mine. Fuck. I let out a little moan, his lips still tasted like his sweet drink, and his paw was still massaging my shamefully swelling sheath. I pushed him away, weakly - but he moved anyway.
"What's the matter? You want it..."
"Yeah - but .. I ..."
"Here, follow me..."
If that hushed, heated conversation in whispers wasn't enough to get a boys' heart racing, then I don't know. He helped me up, I was blushing furiously as he led me past the group around the pool tables - apparently more people had joined our guys, keeping them nice and distracted. He pulled me into the Mens room - I couldn't help but smile drunkenly now. I was about to get laid haaaaaa. Listen to me gush. Inside I was surprised at just how clean it was, thank god - I always hated it if it smelled or was filthy inside the restrooms. I followed him into a cubical.
The wolf kissed up my neck, and of course, a shiver followed his little pecks until he reached my ear. A soft bite brought a coo from me, damn these sensitive ears of mine. By now I could already feel my jeans restricting my little package from growing. Luckily though, as soon as Trent had deftly pulled his own pants to his knees, he did the same for me, taking that purple thong with them. I let out a sigh of relief as my smallish bat-cock bounced into freedom. I was panting now - as was Trent. The bastard knew how to get anyone worked up. Soon he was humping and rubbing his longer, thicker, tapered wolfcock against my meat. Oh god, I could feel the veiny flesh throbbing against my own... Silly things I notice, but they were almost in time.
Trent smiled, rubbing my little man with a paw before he pressed that furred body against mine, running another flurry of kisses up the other side of my neck... I felt like I was going to explode. He quickly muttered into my ear.
"T - turn."
It was all I needed, I couldn't exactly say no to that! I turned, albeit a little awkwardly with my pants around my ankles and the small cubical and ... Oh god, his meat is pressed up along my tailcleft, just resting there, throbbing and rubbing ... nnn fuck.
"S - Someone's eager..." I managed to get some words out amongst my pathetic little mirrs and moans. He didn't answer me, but I felt his paw come to my ass, groping the taught cheek, then I felt him move back, his cock dragging along my ass until the tip prods into my tailhole. Oh god, he loves taking it slow... it's agony. I just want the rest of that burning hot...
"Ooohhhnnn" My first slutty moan for the night as he slipped the first few inches into me. I can feel my dick bouncing and jumping around in front of me as my ass adjusted. It's not like I'm not familiar with dick, but the first few moments are always the most tantalising - bordering on pain. He waits. I suppose that's the good part of gentle guys.
"Are - you *huff* ok?" I could tell he was straining to fight the reflex to slam right into me... how cute.
"Yeah, go for it."
God I love lupines. He started humping gently at first, that tapered tip tasting deeper and deeper inside of me, I could feel my back arching as he gradually picked up speed. In, out a little, in deeper... Oh god I could feel every bump and throb. I moaned louder. He pushes against me, pressing me against the wall of the cubical as his thrusts become more jagged, more frantic. I could feel his knot beginning to swell, the knob of flesh sort of, spreading my cheeks as his dick spurted a little hot pre into me. That alone is enough to get another girly grunt from me. God I would have to shut up, someone would hear us soon...
Faster... Faster... It was as though my silent begging could be heard, his hips hammered that slippery, tapered dick into my rear. There must be something about 'quiet' sex, just the sounds of muted humping, the grinding and straining - the occasional thud of flesh on flesh that escaped our quiet fucking - the occasional moan that I couldn't contain. It wasn't long before my panting was joined by a frantic gasping...
"I - I ... I'm" His urgent whispers told me to brace myself. Nnmmm god I love this bit. He pushed me hard against the wall, making the cubical creak as I felt that last length of him slip into my tail, his hips pressing to my ass - then a sudden fullness. I moaned - and for the first time, so did Trent. I could feel it. That warm, growing wetness as his cock twitched and spurted all over my bowels. Nnnmm. Gods it's good. He even bites into my neck as he presses my lithe form to the wall... It's enough to get me to shudder, and cry out softly - a girly sound that only someone submitting to the lusts of a hung lupine could make. He had me.
I felt his paw fondle around - when it found it's mark he began to squeeze and tug on my rock hard dick. I hadn't even been paying attention - but the sudden pleasure shot through me. There's nothing like having your ass full of cum, and a male still holding into you as your dick is stroked. I bucked, I struggled, I whimpered under his weight. I felt my body tense up from inside, that blessed jolt of pain as you hit the point of no return. He squeezed harder, knowing I was cumming... I felt my eyes roll up into my skull... spurt spurt spurt. I groaned, my whole body was on fire, and I could feel his dick still, all through the white hot sparks rushing through my orgasm.
It took another ten minutes for him to soften. We didn't really talk much. He knew, like most of our group, that I was easy when drunk. I mean, it was a mutual respect thing... They wanted something to hump, and I wanted to be humped. It wasn't love, at least, I fucking hope not. After he sloppily pulled from me, he wiped his prick off and walked out, giving me a smile before slipping from the room. I sat down, musing over and savouring what was left of our encounter - letting what was excess puppy-batter from myself. I couldn't have leakage whilst out - that would be a disaster. I quickly looked in the mirror, adjusting my shirt, my hair had somehow fixed itself through the evening. Maybe I just looked good with sex hair.
As I walked back out into the area, I noticed the group had thinned out - and were sitting back down at the booth. It was a little awkward seeing them all look up at once. They must have been waiting for me... I spotted a shot that had been left for me at my seat... Quickly grabbing that I downed it, trying to avoid anyone's eyes as I heard the suggestion being made to head out to another venue. I meekly followed along. Eww, Jagermeister. I noted that Greg had somehow made acquaintance with a woman, a nice gazelle lady, I guess she would be coming with us.
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Will there be more? Who do you want to see hook up? I don't know! PM me with any suggestions etc. Thanks for the support.
Ab.