Jake & Alex
WARNING: The following story may contain traces of graphic descriptions of
homosexual acts between consenting anthropomorphic persons. Even though they
appear to be younger, all the characters in this text are over 18. So there.
Subsequently, if you are under 18, 21, or whatever the age of majority in your
area is, leave now.
***
Alex exited the science classroom, his arm around his
girlfriend, Angela. The fox laughed at a joke she told, then kissed her
affectionately on the cheek. Several people stared at him. Alex was attractive,
and he knew it. He never lacked a companion for the school dances, and if his
girlfriend dumped him, another one was there to take her place. He was always
picked first for everything, and was favored by the teachers, probably because
most were female. He was eternally smiling and in a good mood. Alex seemed
generally to be a happy person, and I envied him for it.
Its not that I was unhappy or depressed, I just felt like I was missing
something. Nothing seemed to fill it. Video games didn't fill it; alcohol
wouldn't fill it; drugs couldn't fill it, although they did take your mind off
it. But I went on regardless.
I opened my school bag and checked my schedule: Theater Arts
and Math were next. Theater Arts, basically drama with less fooling around, was
fine, but my math teacher was out to kill me. I considered the possibilities of
skipping, then decided against it. I missed yesterday, and he would be on the
warpath. Oh well. I opened my locker and started getting my books out of it.
Alex passed by. He waved at me and smiled. I nodded and grinned back at him. He
continued walking, then, as if remembering something, let go of Angela and
turned back towards me.
"Hey Jake!" said Alex, calling in my direction.
"Yeah?" I replied.
"You up for some stuff after school?"
"Sure."
"Great. You know where."
"Yep."
Alex turned back towards Angela and they continued walking. I
turned back to my locker, and realized I couldn't find my copy of Macbeth.
Fuck! I need that for theater arts!
I wracked my brain, trying to remember where I left it. The
library? The caf? Then I remembered the teacher letting us leave it in the
classroom so that we would not forget them at home. I breathed a sigh of relief.
"What are you doing after school, Mr. Reems?"
I must have jumped 10 feet in the air. Mrs. Wesmoore had
managed to come up behind me without my noticing.
"What?" I asked stupidly.
"I said, what are you doing after school? I heard you and Mr.
Thorpe talking just now."
"Oh, we... we're gonna head to the mall. I need to pre-order
a copy of a new game that's coming out."
I could tell from her eyes that she didn't believe a word of
it.
"Listen to me, Mr. Reems. I have no evidence against you, but
you're bound to slip up some day. And I'll be there, waiting for you to hit the
ground."
With that, she turned and walked away.
Christ! What a fuckin' bitch!
***
"You are a fuckin' smart tiger, Jake," said Alex, leaning on
the dumpster.
"She didn't believe me, though," I replied, taking a puff on
my joint.
"That's beside the point. You came up with a lie, just like
that!" He snapped his fingers. "And a believable one too. Just because she knows
jack shit about culture doesn't mean
you're not one clever..." He paused to think. "Quick, gimme something that's
clever."
"Uh... a fox."
"No, I'm a fox and I'm not as clever as you. A cookie. There
we go."
"How are cookies clever?"
"I don't know. Isn't that what they say?"
"I thought it was 'sharp cookie'."
"Whatever. The point is, you got her off your case."
"For now. Wesmoore's gonna get me some day, you'll see."
"Ehh, stop thinking in the future, man. The present is where
it's at." He giggled at how cliché he sounded, and sucked on his joint. "You
know what, Jake?"
"What?"
"You're a really great guy. I just thought you should know
that." He giggled inanely.
"Thanks." I grinned back at him.
***
The whistle blew.
"Ok, guys, you've got 25 minutes 'till your next class. Go
get changed. And shower, please. I can smell you from over here," yelled Mr.
Gordon, my Phys. Ed. teacher.
The class laughed, and began to head out the door. We walked
down some stairs and entered the smelliest place in the school: the boys locker
room. I walked over to where I had left my stuff, sat down on a bench, and began
changing. As I pulled off my shirt, I caught a whiff of myself.
Woah! Maybe I do need a shower.
I glanced at the shower area. There were a few empty showers
left. I took off my pants and boxers and walked over. I found a free shower next
to Alex's, who had Phys. Ed. at the same time as me. As I walked over, he
noticed me.
"Hey, Jake," he said.
"Hey, Alex. How ya doing?" I replied.
"Not bad, not bad. They made us run 100 laps around the gym,
so that wore me out a bit. All in all, It's been a good day."
"Great," I said. I wasn't very good at small talk. Lately, we
had several snops in us before we tried talking to each other. Alex dropped his
washcloth, and bent over to pick it up. In doing so, he seemed to point his ass
right at me, and I got a good look at everything.
"Woah, dude! I know we're both guys and such, but I don't
need to see that much. I'm probably scarred for life now, or something," I
exclaimed. He stood up, blushed under his fur, and laughed. We finished
showering and got dressed, leaving school for the day.
***
Two days later, I was walking towards the dumpster where we
usually met after school, when I heard a strange noise. It was like a pet,
whimpering after being punished by it's owners. I walked around to the other
side of the dumpster, and there sat Alex, his face buried in his hands, sobbing
gently. I was floored. Alex always seemed to be happy and enjoying himself. What
could he possibly have to cry about? I walked over and sat next to him. As soon
as he noticed me, he tried to compose himself, but the tear streaks in his fur
were very evident.
"Oh, hi," he said, breathing deeply.
"Hey, man. What's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing," he answered.
"Right. Come on. You know you can tell me anything."
"Not anything," said Alex, looking at his feet.
"Yes anything. I've known you how long?"
"Six... six years."
"Exactly. If there's anybody you can trust with a secret,
it's me."
Alex sighed and shuddered. "Ok. Fine. But let's get out of
here."
Without saying a word, we walked back to Alex's house. He
lived in the more upper class part of the city, but his house wasn't so big as
to be intimidating. I had been there many times before, and knew the layout like
the back of my hand. His parent's weren't home, so we raided the fridge and went
to the den, where we watched TV and snacked wordlessly.
Alex broke the silence:
"Do you really mean it when you say I can tell you anything?"
"Yeah, of course, man, you know that," I replied.
"And you won't hold anything I tell you against me?"
"I'm not that kind of person."
Alex seemed to pause for an eternity.
"Ok. I think this is the hardest thing I've ever done. Here
goes." He sighed deeply. "I'm gay."
He said it so matter-of-factly that it took several seconds
for this simple two word sentence to sink in.
Alex? Gay? Impossible!
After a painful pause, I asked the most pressing question on
my mind:
"Are you sure?"
Alex swallowed nervously. "Yeah. I've known for a long time
now."
It was as though a steamroller had run over my brain.
Everything I knew or thought I knew about this guy came crashing to the floor.
This explained a lot about him: his inability to hold on to girl friends, his
weird comments about me, when he bent over in the shower...
Wow. This is awkward.
I noticed he seemed to be waiting for me to say something.
"Well," I stammered, "that's...uh... that's cool. I mean
that's fine. I don't have a problem with that."
"You're sure?" asked Alex.
My voice cracked. "Yeah."
"Great."
He still seemed to be expecting me to say something.
"So..." I stalled for time.
What does he want me to say?
"Have you... met anyone?" I asked cautiously.
"Not really."
"Yeah..."
"Actually, there is this one.. person. But he doesn't seem to
want return the feeling."
"Oh. That's... too bad."
"Yeah."
I reached over to my glass of coke and took a sip. The
knockout drops in the drink activated almost immediately.
***
When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was that I was
tied to a bed. This is not a good way to wake up. My hands and feet were
immobilized, and my head was locked in some kind of vice. My mouth was full of
what tasted like last week's laundry, and, to top it all off, I was naked.
This can't be good.
I cast my mind back to the last thing I could remember.
Alex? Gay? Impossible!
Everything came flooding back to me right then. The magnitude
of my friend's revelation, combined with my current predicament, led my mind to
a point where it realized what was going on.
Shit! That little faggot's gonna rape me!
And that's when Alex walked in.
He was lightly muscled, with a nicely developed chest, and
arms that looked strong without being big. What I concentrated on, however, was
the fact that he was completely naked, and that his fox cock was hard as a rock.
I instinctively clenched my anus.
"Hello, Jake," said Alex pleasantly. "Sorry about the
sleeping pills, but I didn't know if you were gay or not, so I figured I needed
a plan B."
I tried to protest through what I now realized was a pair of
underwear.
Alex continued. "I've wanted to do this to you ever since I
met you."
I vainly struggled against the ropes holding me to the bed.
This can't be happening!
Alex shifted his attentive gaze to my cock.
"This won't do, know will it?"
He sank to his knees at the foot of the bed and leaned
forward, his face at groin level with me. With a sudden twitch that I didn't
expect, he stuck his tongue out and began licking my asshole. His saliva was
cold and sticky, but that added to the moment. I closed my eyes. The feeling was
incredible. I'd plowed my share of pussies in my time, but this topped it all.
My cock slowly began to stir, awakened by the sensual activity at my anus. Alex
didn't actually penetrate my hole, for which I was thankful. I assumed he was
saving that for later.
Alex suddenly stopped licking. I opened my eyes to see what
happened. He had noticed my slowly engorging dick, and suddenly clamped his lips
around the tip.
"Mmmmmmmph!" I groaned through the underwear in my mouth. He
was working his tongue at lightning speed over my member. I noticed suddenly
that he only had about an inch in his mouth. I tried to move my hips and force
more into him.
I could get used to this.
He understood what I wanted, and lowered his head until he
was about half way down. This was no small feat: my 13" of tiger meat were 7"
around when fully hard. And my dong had never been harder than it was now.
Alex's agile tongue twirled and lapped all over the 6" now in his mouth. I felt
myself close to cumming, and tried to communicate this. Alex seemed to
understand and pulled off, leaving my cock pointing straight in the air and
yearning for more. He stood up.
"Now for the fun part," said Alex, smiling devilishly.
This was what I had been dreading; the part of every gay rape
story you don't want to hear.
_"...The victim was found with severe injuries in his anus,
leading police to the conclusion that the suspect was male. In other news..."_
I clamped my eyes shut, bracing myself for what I knew I
wasn't ready for.
_His dick's not so big. It's nowhere near as big as mine. I
can't have been more than 8... 9 inches at most. Oh god._
I'm fucked.
Literally.
Who knows how long I waited for the inevitable pressure on my
hole. The bed was shaking, as though somebody was moving around on it, but the
feeling wasn't coming. I almost opened my eyes to see what was happening when I
felt it. Not pressure in my ass, pressure on my dick. I slowly unclamped my
eyelids.
Alex stood over me, still naked. Well, he didn't actually
stand. It was more of a squat. I realized what the pressure on my cock was.
This isn't at all what I expected.
Alex made a few more minor adjustments, teasing my throbbing
cock mercilessly. He looked up straight into my eyes and grinned his devilish
grin. Then, without a word, he sat down.
For a moment, his entire weight rested on my member. Then, my
cockhead broke through his tight sphincter, and he slowly began to sink down my
length. I have never felt anything like what I felt as my cock parted the tight
tissues within his anus. My high-pitched scream of pleasure was drowned out by
his scream of pain. His sliding motion slowed, and then stopped completely, as
Alex's cheeks came to rest on my thighs.
I was amazed. He had just taken my entire 13" cock up to the
hilt in his ass all in one go with no lubricant whatsoever. But I didn't have
time to wonder how he achieved this, being distracted by the insane amounts of
pleasure coursing in waves through my entire body. It was like nothing I'd ever
felt before. No amount of pussy could compete with this.
"Oh my god!" Alex screamed at the ceiling. "It's so big!"
What did he expect? I'm a fuckin' tiger!
My size didn't seem to deter him from his goal, though. He
slowly began to stand up, letting my cock slide slowly out of his hole. Just
when I thought the whole thing was over, he sat back down abruptly, resuming his
earlier position sitting on my waist with my dick buried inside him all the way.
He did this again several times; each time he pulled off, he waited longer
before coming back down, making me whine in need and frustration. Then, after
several minutes of this, he stopped in his sitting position and began to jack
himself off furiously. Seconds later, he started pumping up and down on my
shaft, going back down when he reached the halfway point. His speed was
incredible. He pumped his cock in the same rhythm as he pumped mine with his
ass, and we'd both soon passed the point of no return.
We both groaned as we almost simultaneous reached orgasm. I
felt myself begin to come in Alex's ass, when he did a very surprising thing: he
bent his back forward and took his cock in his own mouth.
So that's why he's so good at sucking.
I must have come gallons. This was, by far, the best and
longest orgasm of my life. And by the looks of it, Alex had a lot to swallow
too. We spent about two minutes like this: Alex's face in his crotch and me with
a look of pure ecstasy on my face. Eventually, Alex pulled his mouth off his own
cock, and then, agonizingly slowly, pulled himself off of my own. This unleashed
a stream of cum onto me, which Alex obligingly licked up. Then, he got off the
bed entirely, and set about the task of untying me, which took several minutes.
Once my bonds were undone, I sat up, a goofy grin on my face.
Alex's expression could not have been further from my own. He
seemed close to tears.
"All right, then. I've had my fun. Go call the police or
something," he said tearfully.
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"I raped you, man. Prison's the least I deserve. But it was
worth it."
I patted my best friend on the back. "Are you kidding? That
was the best fuck of my life! I won't tell the police. On one condition..."
Alex's ears perked up.
***
Five minutes later, I was fucking his ass into oblivion. But
this time, it was my idea.
I've got a lot to think about.
TEH END
Well, there it is. The first story I've written that I've posted on the net. All
comments are welcome, including criticisms, at dementedc at gmail dot com.
Everything I write is for my own amusement, and I enjoy it, therefore all
flamers will be ignored, and will have their nuts nibbled off by a team of
specially trained mice. And, in case you couldn't tell, the stuff in italics is
the main character's thoughts. Just thought you ought to know. And sorry for the unimaginative title; I don't usually name my stuff.