Dirty Talk
#1 of Dirty Talk
Dirty Talk
Well... this is a departure...
Let's just say that I'm not normally like this. With my first boyfriend, I was very loving; not to say that I don't love the guy I'm with now. But, uh... you'll notice a difference. I know that I did. It all started with him wanting to try something new; you know, mix things up a little.
By the way, just to paint this little picture for you, why not start with how we met.
Everybody thinks that it's really weird that I work out. I'm not an exceedingly gay fox, but I mean, people know. They're not stupid. They just assume that bulking up isn't a priority of mine.
So anyway, I got to the campus rec, and turned over my card to the guy at the front desk without even looking at the poor schmuck.
"He's got a campus job," I figured, "I'll be doing him a favor by getting out of his face."
I took my card back and I saw these grey-furred fingers and little black paw pads. Now I got a thing for guys with grey fur. Whether they be a grey fox, wolf, mutt, cat; whatever. I'm on it. It really contrasts with my rusty-orange fur; great for photo ops.
So I look up and there's eye contact. Now I heard form a psych major pal of mine that three seconds of sustained eye contact means you want to have sex with that person. We ogled for about five, so that just screamed, "Do me!" And he's got grey fur. Like I said, I'm on it.
So I saw that he's a coyote and his name is Roy. At least, that's what's on his name tag. Might not be his name; there's a high turn-over rate for campus jobs. Regardless, he's fucking pretty. I don't know what to say to this guy other than, "So... wanna bone?" I was absolutely drooling, so he did me a big favor by taking some initiative.
"I haven't seen you before. What's your major?" he asked.
"Linguistics, yours?"
"Emergency Management in Localized Disasters."
"Really?" I asked, "I've never even heard of that. Is it even in the coursebook?"
"Nope. They took it out. I only know of four other people in my major."
Bam! Conversation. I think it's a good habit to build up a rapport with guys before I go shoving my dick in them. They generally appreciate that. So, I say something along the lines of, "why don't you tell me more about it over coffee?"
The next day, I'm sitting across from Roy, the super-gorgeous coyote boy, at a little table with tall chairs. We're sipping at what are essentially hot milkshakes. I don't care though; Tuesdays are my long days, so caffeine is a must.
"I've been thinking about your major," I said, "and you're basically the guy from the movie Volcano."
"I've never seen it," he said.
"Rent it. I bet you can get it on VHS if you're old-school like that."
Roy smiled, showing off some wicked little teeth and asked, "You mean back when Pluto was a planet and people still used beepers?"
"Yep, this is when Game Boys were grey shoeboxes."
We both smile at out shared 90s puphoods. I like a guy with a sense of humor. So a funny guy with grey fur is delicious. We talked a bit more after that and eventually swapped numbers.
While he's polishing off his drink with a theatrical slurp making me with that it was me he was finishing off, I start tapping out an off-color text. About two seconds later, his phone buzzes. Roy picks it up, his eyes get a little bigger and he seems a little freaked out, but he eventually nods his head.
So we went upstairs into the coat closet of an empty conference room and gave each other a good crank. That was fun. Probably not so fun for the janitor, but if he doesn't like it, he should just quit and give someone else a chance.
Three months later, I gave all of my roommates $10 and tell them to fuck off and see a movie. That way, I know that me and Roy have some alone time to fool around and do whatever we want, clean up, and then engage in the inevitable and hurried post-cleanup fuck session. It happens. There was one time when we didn't stop until we heard the lock turn. Luckily, we were in the shower.
Anyway, we have our shirts off and we're hardcore making out. Full-on muzzle-loaders. It's fun times. Roy comes up for air and looks at me with his hot yellow eyes and asks:
"What do you want to do to me?"
Now he's never phrased it like that. I'm at an impasse. I think rude, and I may text rude, but I never really talk like that. However, there's no polite way to go about it; we're talking about the ugly here.
So I thought for a moment before I said, "I want to fuck you, suck you, and then throw you in the shower for a rim job."
"Only if I get to taste your cum."
"Holy shit," I think, "He gets off on this doesn't he? If only I knew earlier..."
"You will if you're a good boy."
"What does that mean?" he purrs.
"It means you have to beg for it you slut."
Then we both shut up and start mega-smooching again. He's really into it, but I'm distracted and thinking in one word sentences.
"Holy. Fucking. Shit," I think while my coyote/slut of a boyfriend is tearing my tonsils out, "This. Fucking. Rocks."
After a few more minutes, we're both pretty hot. Time for the pants to go. I pulled at his zipper and he got the idea and did the rest, carefully sliding his jeans and underwear over his dick which was already well out of his sheath. Now one thing about Roy that I really like is that he has a nice dick. It's good for sucking, it's fun for licking and I just like looking at it. Plus, I don't know what sort of DNA quirk Roy has, but it just oozes pre. I don't understand why, but I'm not one to question a good thing.
Roy loves foreplay. I mean a lot. In fact, I bet we could just spend a whole night teasing each other and he would be fine with that. I ran my tongue from the start of his sheath all the way up to the tip of his righteous cock which makes him shudder every time. The smell and sight of him right there in front of me, well... sometimes I get carried away.
I brought my muzzle down and started to give a great BJ like it was my job. I can't go for very long though, because Roy comes really fast when we do any oral sex. But goddamn, I just love having that thing in my mouth. It's warm and slippery and just so perfect. It's addicting. I forced myself away so I can move on to other things. Seeing him all vulnerable in front of me, with his eyes closed in delight, it just drives me nuts.
"Nuts," I thought, "That's it."
I grabbed onto his thighs and lifted his legs out of the way, giving me full access to everything, and an awesome view of his crotch to boot. I held him tight so he wouldn't squirm too much as I nibbled at his white-furred sack, carefully of course. I let him feel my hot breath as I lap at his balls, sending him into the stratosphere. But now, I know what really drives him wild.
"I love the way you taste, Roy. It's so good," I whispered.
I picked up a strategically placed bottle of lube. I poured a generous amount onto my fingers and started to massage it into and around his tail-hole regardless if I were getting any into his fur or not. Even though he was well lubed up, I couldn't stop myself from playing with him a little.
"Oh god," he moaned, "Please stop. I want to suck your cock."
No argument there. I stopped right away, dropped my pants, and Roy started his magic. However, he only did enough to get everything wet. I looked into his face like, "Problem?"
"Your knot is getting too big; I want you to tie with me," he said.
This sent me into a full panic mode.
"WHAT!? Are you serious? That could really hurt you!"
"No way," he said, "I have some things you know... to help me practice. I'll be fine. It's just a really personal sort of... um... position. It's really a question of whether or not you are willing."
"Well-"
Roy clamped my jaw shut with a surprisingly, or maybe not so surprisingly, strong grip.
"Say yes with sex," he ordered.
He released my muzzle and I got right to work. One thing I can say about Roy is that though he may be on the bottom most of the time, he has no problem telling you what he wants. It's called good communication. I've heard it's important.
He wrapped his legs around my waist and pulled me close as he laid on his back on my crummy futon. I don't have to review my notes from my Non-Verbal Communication class to know that he just said, "Let's fuck".
There was the usual finagling to get things lined up, which we were getting pretty good at. I could finally feel the tip of my dick resting on his tail-hole. A little shift in my weight, and a small shuffling of my feet, and I was resting just inside and already coating his insides with my own brand of pre-cum.
He closed his eyes and said, "Oh man, that feels sooo fucking good."
"Yeah?" I asked, challenging him to continue.
"Oh yeah, I want you to really load me up."
I jerked and slapped my hips against his, my knot almost getting through on the first go. Roy threw his head back in and let out some kind of whimpering gasp. I don't know how else to describe it, all I know is that I wanted to hear another.
I decided to start off faster than normal. We were already wound up and there was no need to make things take forever. I held Roy down and rammed into him from tip to knot in a controlled, but almost too fast, rhythm. I'm always afraid I'm going to hurt him, but the threshold of hurting him is right where it feels best for him I guess.
It wasn't long before the feel of my knot bouncing off his hot pucker was too much. He wanted all of me, and I wanted to give him just that. I leaned down close so that we were face-to-face and gave him a lick on the muzzle and a little bite on the ear.
"You ready for me to pop this thing in?" I asked, "You told me your ass can take it."
"Oh yes. It's going to feel so good to have you cum in me. I want you to empty out your balls, man. Every drop."
I applied just a touch more lube before really hitting him hard. I could feel Roy's tail-hole straining as it tried to take me. The coyote cussed and held me tight.
"That was try number one. I thought you said you were ready?"
"Oh shit. Oh god," he whined, "Fuck me harder. Do it again. Don't stop until you get it in."
I continued to pound at his ass, but no matter how hard I went, I couldn't get through. I was about to give up and just blow my load on his face, but then it just happened. I heard a dull thump and his tight ass clamped down all around me. I swear I could feel his heartbeat.
Roy didn't even try to hold back a long and slutty moan as I finally tied with him and sent him over the edge.
God I hate that cliche I mean, "Over the edge?" Sex is not a cliff that we're diving off of, though I guess it can feel that way. Let's just say that I fucked him hard, and he fucking liked it. And I can tell that he liked it, because he clamped down and came all over both of us without me even touching him.
He held me tight and shook as his dick throbbed between the both of us, coating us with a cummy mess that would be a bitch to clean afterward and would require a Sam's Club sized box of paper towels. His tight ass (or at that point, not-quite-as-tight-as-it-used-to-be ass) started to squeeze and pull on my cock, reflexively trying to milk it for every drop. Which, guess what? Yeah. It sent me over the edge.
My balls pulled tight and I growled in delight as I filled him. And I mean filled. I never came that hard in my life. I could feel my dick pumping him full of my cum. And it just wouldn't stop.
I stuffed my head into the crook of his neck and lapped at Roy's neck. I was thanking him for the wonderful gift he was giving me. I couldn't help but pant as I continued to throb inside of his supremely fucked ass.
Even though Roy's orgasm was already over, he still twitched and tensed due to the amount of hot cum sloshing around inside of him and the fact that there was a fist-sized hunk of foxy manliness crushing his prostate.
Though I now realize it was a stupid question, I asked, "Did that feel good?", like I was in middle school and had just wacked someone off for the first time.
"Oh fuck," was all Roy would say, "Oh fuck."
"Are you okay?"
"Fuck," he repeated.
I thought for a second and tentatively asked, "Like... a good kind of 'fuck'? Or, 'Oh fuck, I just fell on the ice!' kind of 'fuck'?"
"Fuck I'm going to cum again!"
Now for this part, just go about ten paragraphs up and copy and paste the bit that says, "He held me tight and shook blah blah dick cum ass..." because it totally happened twice, though I still don't believe it.
I wiped two loads of coyote cum off my chin and asked, "Are you fucking serious with this shit!? How is that possible?"
Roy just sighed and twitched with a look of both surprise and contentment on his muzzle. I rolled my eyes and just rested against his chest. I'm not one to question a good thing.