Gay for Him (A Jeeves Prompt; Posted with Permission)

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#90 of Smut I Commissioned

Marcus' friend Allen discovers the simple of joy of sucking dick. Everybody's gay for Marcus. A Jeeves prompt, posted with permission.


  • It's been a while since we caught up with Liv and her family, so this month's prompts both feature them. This time, a friend of Marcus comes to terms with the fact that yes, sucking Marcus' dick is totally awesome. Remember to follow Jeeves over on SoFurry or FurAffinity, and maybe donate to his Patreon.

Gay for Him

Allen wasn't gay.

He didn't think that being gay was a bad thing, he wasn't an asshole after all. But, he really wasn't gay. He loved women. He had dated and slept with many ladies, mostly cis like himself but a couple of trans-women too, and though none of those relationships or casual flings had lasted or deepened into some sort of potentially lifelong commitment, he relished those memories. The pleasures they had shared. The way that sometimes late at night all he had to do was close his eyes and recall a memory of soft lips around his cock, or a tight pussy pressing down over his face, to ensure that he'd go to bed with cum streaking his belly-fur and a satisfied grin on his muzzle. So, yeah. It seemed pretty definitive to Allen that he wasn't gay.

And yet...

"Hey uh... dude?"

The red panda murmured as he glanced over to the tiger-leopard hybrid sitting on the couch next to him, leaning forward slightly as he tried to take out Allen's last life in their latest round of Smash Ultimate. Marcus murmured in acknowledgement, but didn't look over until with a grin Ness' baseball bat knocked Sonic clean out of the arena to secure his victory. Only then did he turn his head towards the other man, raising a curious eyebrow as he saw Allen looking at him rather nervously.

"Yeah? What's up?"

The feline male leaned back in his seat as he continued to watch his friend curiously, and Allen's own face burned hotter still beneath his fur as he took in Marcus' lean, swimmer's figure, sitting there bare chested on his couch with his shirt cast over its far arm like it was the most casual thing in the world to strip off in a friend's apartment. He swallowed thickly.

"I was uh... I was wondering if maybe... uh, y'know. Maybe you'd... you're feeling, I... I dunno... maybe you wanna..."

Allen's eyes darted down for a split-second, then back up again. It really had just been the most fleeting moment of weakness on his part, but Marcus grinned immediately and the red panda's whole face blazed like an erupting volcano.

"Oh! You wanna fool around again?"

A high pitched ringing echoed in Allen's ears. His head span and his heart raced, especially at that last word. Again. That alone prompted a rush of wild memories through his mind. Just two weeks ago, the two of them sitting right here half watching a movie while they chatted and scrolled on their phones. Allen adjusting himself slightly as an unexpectedly hot sex scene played out in front of them, and Marcus glancing over with a chuckle.

'You wanna jerk off?'

It had been so fucking easy. Marcus had made it seem so damn easy. He'd just asked, like it was no big deal at all, and then they'd been doing it. Jerking off together, right up until Marcus offered to give him a blowjob. No strings. No need to return the favour... unless he'd wanted to, of course. And of course, before Marcus had even gotten Allen to cum with the most amazing blowjob of his life, Allen had offered to reciprocate. He had been so turned on, so worked up, he hadn't cared in the moment that Marcus was a guy. He was just horny. They were just horny, and so he'd offered to do for the hybrid feline exactly what Marcus was already doing for him.

But then, as they'd lain out on the couch end to end and Allen had slowly, carefully lowered his mouth down onto Marcus' cock, everything had changed.

Then, he'd tasted the other man's pre-cum, and his whole world had flipped on its head.

Allen had truly believed he knew what pleasure was. What a truly incredible bout of sex could feel like. But, just tasting Marcus' pre-cum... it was a revelation. It was like he was discovering sexual pleasure for the very first time all over again, that was how potent the feeling was as he suddenly found himself suckling and slurping and desperately begging his friend for just another tiny trickle of his addictively indulgent, pleasure-provoking pre. And if his pre-cum had been a revelation, his orgasm had been the whole goddamn Holy Bible from front cover to back.

"Allen?"

Blinking, the red panda's already scarlet face somehow found a way to flush brighter as he found Marcus waving his hand playfully in front of his friend's eyes.

"Do you wanna fool around, or... are you just trying to tell me that you're tired and I should head home for the evening? Either way is totally cool, and sorry for assuming wrong if it's the latter!"

Swallowing, grunting softly before he actually managed to recall how to use words again, Allen shook his head.

"You're not wrong. I... please. Could we? I... I mean, fool around."

Marcus grinned.

"Sure, bud. Want me to suck your cock, or..."

"CanIsuckyours?"

Allen begged in a single ragged exhalation while Marcus was still speaking. The big cat didn't look the slightest bit perturbed though, just chuckling and idly scratching his furred chest.

"Of course!"

Just like that. So easy. So, so easy. Allen knew it was wrong to expect sex from anyone. But even with his most active, eager lovers in the past... it had never been so simple. So casual and light-hearted as just a warm, unabashed affirmation that yeah, of course they could have sex now.

The red panda trembled happily as Marcus reached down and began to unbuckle his own belt right there where he was seated. Without even really thinking, Allen slid down off the couch onto his knees, and crawled around until he was resting between Marcus' legs just as his friend pulled his pants and boxer-briefs down to his knees. Hands shaking and eyes bulging, Allen pulled Marcus' clothes the rest of the way off as he watched the feline male grope his sheath and coax his cock to attention. He moaned longingly, and Marcus grinned that sweet, open, charming grin of his once again. The cat's legs spread wider open now that they were free of their clothes, and he scooted his ass closer to the edge of the couch.

"You wanna take your clothes off f-hhhahh, fuck...mnhh, okay, never mind..."

Marcus began, only to grunt in pleasure as with lightning speed Allen pounced and wrapped his mouth around the feline hybrid's cock. One of Allen's hands moved to fondle Marcus' plump, fluffy balls while the other moved to his own crotch, and through the fabric of his own already tented pants Allen began to manipulate and squeeze his cock as he slurped and bobbed and sucked, and waited with baited breath, desperately seeking the first droplet of Marcus' pre. He didn't have to wait long thankfully, and when that first sweet yet salty droplet oozed out onto the middle of Allen's tongue, the red panda's urgently wide eyes immediately fell into a heavy-lidded daze. He let loose a long, strained moan around his mouthful of cock, and in that moment all the complexities and difficulties of getting himself to this point didn't matter any more.

There was no point in being embarrassed. There was no sense in being nervous. Everything was okay. No... everything was so, so much better than okay, because he had Marcus' cock in his mouth, and with every last droplet of pre-cum to grace his lips, waves of white hot pleasure began to wash through Allen like the first few swells upon the beach prior to an oncoming tsunami.,/p>

"Ohh, Allen. You needed this bad, huh?"

Marcus chuckled as the red panda greedily bobbed and slurped on his cock, a bright-eyed smile flickering across the feline's face when Allen gave a loud affirmative cry without once breaking the rhythm of his urgent oral efforts.

"We've been hanging out like every day for the last two weeks. Have you been wanting to ask since the first time?"

The cat asked, and without even thinking Allen nodded honestly, feeling almost like he was rewarded for doing so by a thicker, more copious spurt of Marcus' pre-cum striking the back of his throat. Allen's eyes bulged. His whole body shook, and with his free hand still cupping the front of his pants where he had been massaging the tip of his rigid cock, the red panda whimpered and began to huff, to breath in ragged bursts as he felt cum flooding the insides of his own boxer shorts and soaking through in its sheer abundance to stain and darken his tan khakis. Even as he came though, Allen didn't stop suckling on his friend's incredible cock. He couldn't. He wouldn't , even if he might have possessed the willpower to do so in theory. Instead he worked Marcus harder. He bobbed and bounced his head until he was practically face-fucking himself upon the other man's cock with barely any motion on Marcus' part at all. Less than thirty seconds later, barely five after his first orgasm had diminished to a few final oozing droplets, he wailed around his muzzleful of cock as a second orgasm wracked his body, and only then as he lost himself to his lust for the big cat once more did Marcus address him again.

"Dude, you shouldn't have waited. If you want this? If you want my cock? All you need to do is ask."

Still cumming, Allen dragged his mouth off Marcus' spasming, dribbling cock and stared feverishly up into the other man's face.

"I... I want it. I always, always fucking want it, Marcus. Plh-hhahhh... please."

Marcus grinned.

"Well, I dunno if I can promise always. But if I'm free? And, for sure if I'm right here with you, I can always make time for this. For us. For... ohh, god. Dude, you really are good at this. Keep it up, and I'm gonna cum soon."

The feline's voice trailed off into more moans as Allen buried his face in Marcus' crotch and resumed his suckling once more.

"Ahh, fuck. Fuuuhhhh-hhuck, that's good. Getting close, dude. You ready?"

Marcus' hands moved to the back of Allen's head and began to stroke the red panda's ears, not holding him in place, just affectionately caressing his slurping, grunting, glassy-eyed friend. Allen tried to nod as best he could while Marcus' cock rubbed at the back of his throat, and a third orgasm spurted shamelessly through the now sodden fabric of both his underwear and pants, oozing over his trembling hand. His still desperately bobbing, slurping maw answered all too clearly even if his nodding might have gotten lost in the other motions of his head though, and Marcus allowed himself one final look down into his friend's glazed, giddy eyes before letting his own head sink back against the couch, closing his own eyes, and allowing himself to stop holding back.

"Fuck. Allen, I'm... ah, god. Cumming."

He gasped softly, happily to his friend as his orgasm struck and waves of ecstasy washed through him. Marcus' balls tightened. His cock flexed and spasmed in the hot, wet depths of Allen's maw, and as thick strings of cum began to paint their way across the back of the red panda's muzzle and down his throat, Marcus growled not just in ecstasy, but in joy at what he knew was about to happen next.

*******

"Fuuuuu-hhh-hhhhhhnnnhhhh..."

Allen half gurgled, half sobbed as he lay down on the living room floor, between the couch the the coffee table. His back was arched off the wooden floor, shoulders and feet planted firmly as his hips pointed skyward, and cum oozed down the insides of his pants' legs as thick white strands bubbled and spurted their way through the utterly saturated, darkened fabric stretched out around the outline of his still throbbing, still cumming cock. It had been minutes since Marcus finished cumming in his mouth, though how many Allen simply couldn't have guessed. Yet still, the red panda was cumming. He hadn't stopped. His body hadn't let him stop for a single second since the very first drop of Marcus' fully potent cum had touched itself to his skin, and he hoped it never would.

Even as he lay there though, bucking, twitching, cumming his brains out like it seemed no-one should have the right to in a world which claimed to be anything less than heaven on earth, he felt hands upon him once more. He felt fingers unbuckling his belt. Unfastening his buttons even as he spurted more cum through them onto the fingers themselves. Pulling the clothes off his lower body, and allowing his cum to arc freely up into the air in copious, gloriously fountaining ribbons. A hand wrapped around him and he wailed. He convulsed and shuddered as heavenly rapture no longer seemed sufficient to express what he was feeling. He heard the drumming of his cum against some hard surface, and as it began to drip down onto his face he giggled mindlessly as he realised that his seed must have hit the ceiling.

At some point though, Allen stopped cumming quite so much. Then, another few minutes after that, he stopped cumming at all. He sank into a limp, panting heap. He whimpered. He grinned from ear to ear as somehow his consciousness didn't immediately flee his weary, satisfied body. His vision cleared as his eyes fluttered open, and as he lifted his neck and peered down the length of his cum-soaked shirt and bare, matted legs, there was Marcus. Kneeling between him and the couch, body streaked with Allen's copious cum, and still rock hard between his own legs.

"Have fun, dude?"

Marcus asked warmly, eyes bright and genuinely curious. Allen snorted with laughter, and nodded weakly.

"Yeah. Yeah, I..."

His voice trailed off though, and his smile faded ever so slightly. Seeing that, Marcus' did too. He tilted his head.

"What's on your mind?"

Allen took a deep breath, feeling his cheeks burning a little hotter once again. He cleared his throat, he looked up at his feline friend once again, and confessed what had just crossed his mind.

"I'm... I'm scared. Scared that like last time, once this feeling goes away... I'll forget how easy it is. How natural it feels to be with you. To be feeling this way. I... I'm afraid I'll take another few weeks to get horny enough, or smart enough to just ask again."

Marcus' eyes widened a little, but his bright, soothingly open smile returned.

"Maybe you just need some more practice."

The red panda blinked, confused.

"Practice? I... I don't. I mean, it's not like I can just... y'know. With other guys. It's not the same. I don't... I just... with you I..."

Marcus raised a hand, Allen fell quiet.

"I don't mean with anyone else. I mean, practice with me. While you still feel up to it. Like, right now."

Allen's eyes widened, but it took one more prompting from Marcus to really let him believe what the feline hybrid was saying.

"Ask me to cum in your mouth again, Allen. Ask to jerk me off. To have me paint you with my cum so it dries into your fur and keeps you rock hard and needy until you shower it off. Ask for anything. For everything. Ask to fuck me. For me to fuck you. Just... ask. Just say what you want. What your heart desires. And every time you do? Not only do I promise you it'll make the next time easier, but... also?"

Marcus let the question hang for just a moment as he leaned forward and crawled up the length of Allen's body until the two of them were face to face.

"Also, I promise I'll keep saying yes."

Marcus winked. He grinned down at his needy, pleasure-hungry friend, and it was in that moment... not with the cat's cum fueling him to mindless ecstasy or even a moment later when their lips met and the two guys started to make out, that Allen knew it without a doubt.

He might not have been gay in the conventional sense. He might not have put much stock at all in labels of sexuality, when what really mattered was simple respect and consent regardless of who he was with. But when he was with Marcus? When that handsome cat was smiling at him and offering him virtually eternal pleasure at his slightest, simplest whim? He wasn't just gay for him. He was head over heels in love with him, too.

By Jeeves.