Son of a Preacher
#4 of Random
I needed a slight break from writing Zoo Keeper and so sat down to watch one of my all tim...
I needed a slight break from writing Zoo Keeper and so sat down to watch one of my all time favourite movies, Pulp Fiction. It was going well until it got to Dusty Springfield's singing, 'Son of a Preacher Man'. My muse attacked.
I had to stop the film and come sit down and write this. I know he is not named 'Billy Rae', and they are not a heterosexual couple, but damn my muse wouldn't let me ignore this.
Hope you enjoy it :)
I sighed, one more day and I am off to college, another state and no one I know, no one to keep this poor little panther company.
But that was tomorrow, it was Sunday, and as ever, on Sundays my parents had invited the vicar and his adopted son, Peter, over for lunch and dinner.
I was maintaining my usual calm, as far as my parents knew, but I was shaking like a leaf, it was maybe the last time we would see each other...
I heard a car pull up and eventually a knock at the door. My heart skipped a beat at that moment, how would I be able to handle this without him?
"Kevin! Visitors are here, lunch is ready!" I heard my mother call, and so I drew in the deepest breath I could and walked out there.
The vicar himself was a rather unremarkable fox, he had a reasonably sharp mind but thankfully absolutely no guile. My parents too had no idea what was happening.
Peter leaned around his father and said, "Hi Kevin." and my breath caught.
Managing to squeak out a, "Hi." back to the shepherd we all made for the dinner table.
I wasn't hungry, and by the time the reverend finished saying his thanks to his god and my mother for the meal, and of course we all agreed with the usual ritual, I could barely even push the food around on my plate.
Mum noticed, "Honey, what's wrong? You have barely touched your food." she asked concerned.
Of course I couldn't tell her the truth, so I told a soft, half-lie, "Just feeling bad about moving mum, I just... I just won't know anyone.". Maybe it wasn't so much lie, what I said had come out all in a rush, I found I meant it, its just obviously it wasn't the whole truth.
"Oh Kevin." She said, leaning over and squeezing me to her shoulder, "I am sure you will make new friends."
I sighed, it was hard to keep sad when your mother is going so far to make you happy. Lifting my muzzle in a smile I said, "Yeah mum, I am sure but, it will be hard until then."
All eyes were on me, but it was one set, giving me more than just a friendly, consoling, look that I kept being drawn to.
I managed to continue eating somehow, working through the food mechanically, thoughts roaming. Peter, now that people were not distracted and looking at me, had replaced his mask of neutrality and ate his hot lunch slowly.
Looking down I realised I had finished the meal. "See, I bet you feel a lot better for having some warm food in you. Peter is done too, why don't you two go and have some fun while your father and I talk with the Reverend?"
"Thanks mum." I said, rising from my seat and collecting Peter's and my dishes, taking them to the kitchen, followed by my close friend.
I turned the corner into the enclosed kitchen, walked to the sink and put the plates in it, turning I felt myself be pressed back, hard against the sink, Peter's muzzle raised to mine in a warming kiss.
I was shocked, our parents were just in the next room, but Peter was most insistent, gently working his tongue past all my resistance.
I felt him push against me even as he swirled his tongue around my mouth, flicking my own oral member, encouraging me to similar antics.
I pushed forward, pressing out between his own lips and teeth, running my rough feline tongue around his mouth, wrestling his own to the side so I could taste every inch within him, savouring the taste of my mothers cooking completely for the first time that day.
Drawing back, softly gripping my tongue with his teeth only to let go at the last moment before it would cause pain. "Hrmm, seems my little kitten needed a bit of release." He said softly, "Perhaps he could use some more? But not here, I don't think I could keep you from making those most lovely sounds." He murmured, mouth only barely held clear of mine.
His paw strayed to my pants and I felt him rub me softly through the fabric of my trousers and shorts. "Peter, please, not here." I sighed into him, just wanting to feel him stretched and pressing against all of me, "We might get caught, lets go to... ugh, go to the river." I finished, just managing to keep from calling out loudly as his paw worked magic at my enclosed crotch.
I poked my head around the corner into the dining room, waiting for my turn to speak before I asked, "Is it ok if me and Peter go down to the river and do some fishing?".
My father responded with a grin, "Of course it is son, but remember, other persons name before your own in sentences." He admonished.
I blushed at the mild reprimand, "Thanks dad. I will try to remember that." I said, pulling back before I gave the game away, Peters paws now working down and up my inner thigh almost making me whimper.
I leaned back into him and said, "Bad dog, stop that." before lashing out at his nose for a lick.
Going to my room quickly to get changed out of our 'Sunday Best' I caught a brief glimpse of Peter, all but nude wearing just his underwear and my breath caught.
He was wearing the smallest pair of pink panties I had ever seen, his sheath was barely concealed by them at the front and from the back they left very little to the imagination as to the shape of his perfect rear.
I felt myself become almost painfully rigid as I pulled the old jeans over the top of my shorts, pulling on an old tee shirt. I turned to Peter, he had grabbed similar clothes that we had kept here for just such occasions.
Giving me a peck on the cheek he said, "Lets go. But don't forget the fishing rods this time silly.". That had been a close call, we had come back to report that yet again, we hadn't caught anything when dad had asked what we had been after with no rods. Peters quick mind had saved us, "Oh I thought we might try for some Eel, we made some wooden spears from branches.". What we had done had indeed involved long slippery things and much wood, but I doubt it would be called fishing by my father.
We made our way down, past two paddocks of lazy, grazing sheep before we reached the river.
Finding our secluded little spot I turned, dropping the fishing tackle to hunt for some of the canine variety.
Dropping to my knees before him, I slowly undid his pants, drawing them down his legs, laying kisses along his thighs as I brought them lower and lower before having them in a pool at his feet.
I stared at the front of the panties, now completely overwhelmed as my lover's maleness began to appear from his sheath.
Without touching the sacred underwear, I began running my raspy tongue over him, hearing his gasps and whines as I worked more and more of him, slowly bringing him into my mouth.
I loved having him inside me and purred deeply, letting the long stiff shaft press further and further back into my throat.
"Oh fuck, those purrs, how do you..." Peter tried to say and failed, his voice devolving into a long moan.
Working faster now and feeling him reach down to rest a paw on my head I worked over and over, sliding my tongue over as much of him as I could and with one final effort of will, drew him deeper, down into my throat until his balls slapped under my muzzle.
He just grunted, digging his paw into my hair and pulling my head back slightly, only to feed me his long stiff meat again and again.
I reached forward blindly, eyes closed, to grip his rear and dig claws in, pulling him into me with as much force as I could, feeling his hips grind against my muzzle and his pubic region pound relentlessly against my nose.
With an almost relaxed sigh from Peter, I felt his member start to swell further, filling my mouth and throat even as he began to release, pulling my head forward again, impaling himself into my maw.
I felt his seed burn down my throat, the heat of it igniting further need.
Reaching up with my spare paw, I cradled his upper back and leaned forward, using one leg stretched out behind me now as a counterweight, I lowered him to the ground, lifting myself up and off him, sliding out of my own jeans, and up into his arms to kiss him.
He took the initiative away from me now, rolling us till he was over me as he began to work his insidious tongue around my mouth, tasting not only me but his own seed.
I moaned at the thought of it even as he pulled back, licking first my and then his own lips.
"Did my little kitty like his desert?" He asked.
My purring returned, kicked up a notch to a point where I could feel myself nearly rattling, "He liked it a lot." I said, "But he wonders what will be for dinner.". I grinned, daring him to chose.
"I hear the spotted dick is a tasty meal, but the weather isn't right for that. Perhaps even a numbered dish? No, I think some stuffed kitten is on the menu." At his final comment I moaned, scooting out from under him a little, lifting myself to my hands and knees, pressing my chest into a log that I had found useful for just this occasion before.
He came up behind me, pressing his still recovering member against my rear, under my flagging tail, rubbing the moisture from its dribbling tip around my pucker.
I used the stability the log provided to reach back, between my legs, extending a claw to trail it down his member, letting it catch slightly at the soft skin at his base. "Do you need an invitation or would you like some incentive?" I asked coyly, slowly pulling a little on my claw, urging him onward.
The extra stimulation did wonders for him and I felt the now recovered member slowly push into me, spreading the double muscled ring wide as he eased into my clutching rear.
I released my claw and gripped down around his balls, pulling them forward even as I leaned backward into him, feeling him slide deeper, all the while oozing pre to well lubricate my tightly gripping hole.
Unable to resist any further, he pulled back, almost completely out of me only to plunge back in, causing me to grunt slightly, all the wind knocked out of me.
Again and again he repeated, pulling back and pushing in, going a little deeper each time, working my hole to accommodate more and more of him until eventually I felt his knot banging harshly against the underside of my tail with each thrust.
Moaning and purring alternately, I reached under myself, grasping my own rampant member with a paw and began to, erratically at first, pump back and forth.
I felt a pressure rising in my passage, stuffed as it was with my lovers meat as the heat between us rose higher and higher. Slowly I felt, with each driving thrust of his, and with every rocking motion I made back, countering his action, that knot sunk a little further, slowly sliding past the first muscle and, as he gave a grunt and thrust even harder, the second.
He was fully within me and it felt amazing, so wide, so hot, so deep...
As he began to work himself to the final crescendo that wouldn't be much further, I felt his tip, deep within my bowels, push against my prostate.
I cried out loudly before I managed to dig my teeth into the log, my own member flaring widely at the now repeating lightning strikes that caused my whole body to spasm with each hit.
In control of my voice, I released the log and leant backwards, feeling his chest pressed against my back. I stretched my neck out as much as I could, aching for the one last thing that would complete this for me.
Obligingly he leaned down and gripped my neck in his teeth, pulling backwards to cause me to arch my back into him, even as I slid off the log and found my chest and muzzle pressed into the soft ground.
All of a sudden I felt him grow even larger within and, with a growling against my neck and tightening of his whole body, he thrust sharply forward again and again, quickly, his member beginning the flow of seed into my deepest bowels.
The pressure this caused made me cry out, whining and whimpering as I sprayed my own seed, loosed all over my chest, causing it to pool beneath me.
I lay there panting, small aftershocks rolling through me as he continued to jet little bursts of semen into me, his body working hard to procreate, regardless of the nature of its mate.
I felt the whole world seem to slow, to just relax. Peter rolled off to the side, pulling me down with him, our hips still locked together by his tie.
"Mmm, and that's how we stuff a kitten." He murmured into my ear, nibbling at it gently.
I felt soft tears gather in my eyes, "I am going to miss you so much Peter." I said, and I realised I hadn't meant anything quite that much before in my whole life.
He didn't say anything, didn't need to, he just held me.
His knot's swelling went down after a long while of just cuddling and with a laugh we both jumped into the shallow part of the river, washing the smell of need and want fulfilled from our fur.
Climbing out we lay back on the grass, out in the sun, trying to dry our fur.
In silence we lay there, hovering on the brink of sleep, paws clasped, eyes closed, just letting the moment happen.
We of course rolled over to work our backs dry, and by the time we guessed it to be getting late we were dry.
Redressing, I found a pair of pink panties in my jeans pocket.
"Something to remember today by." Peter said to me with a grin.
I smiled, lifting them up to my nose, Peter's scent and further, the sent of his arousal were soaked into the soft fabric.
Slowly, we walked back to the house, paw in paw, for the last time.
"Did you get any fish today?" Dad asked as we came in.
Peter responded first, "No Mr Davies, I think the water was too churned up for them, they just weren't biting."
"Ah well, that's too bad. You two better go clean up and be ready, dinner will be served soon." He told us, roughing up my hair with a paw as we passed him.
I was giggling uncontrollably by the time we reached my room, "What?" Peter asked innocently, "The water was too churned up."
I laughed and undressed him, slowly running paws over his body and I almost started crying again.
"Kevin. Don't cry love, it will get easier as you go on." He said softly, pushing a lone tear from the corner of my eye. He had said the one word I had always ached for him to say.
"Dinners ready!" I heard mum call, shattering the moment.
Dressed in our finest clothes again, we padded down to the dining room again, retaking our seats.
For the entire meal I couldn't bear to look at Peter, for fear I would break down crying and run to embrace him.
As we finished the likely amazing meal, my mother was a cooking perfectionist, that I could not taste around my grief, the vicar said, in a pronouncing tone of voice, "Oh, Kevin, I understand your going to Swinburn University?" at my nod he continued, "Well, that's a coincidence, Peter got a place there as well, he will be leaving tomorrow to find accommodation. Perhaps we could come to some arrangement and get the two of you a flat to share. Do you think you could put up with my rambunctious son a bit longer?"
My whole world spun, surely he couldn't have just said that. I looked up at Peter, saw his grinning muzzle, he had known this whole afternoon, he had known...
Reigning in my true feelings, knowing that soon I would not need to hide them again, I looked up at Peter's father and said, "I think I could stand to live with him." I paused thoughtfully and then continued, "I guess I will have one friend when I get there."
Attention was on me, and freed of his need to school his features, I saw a raw, love in Peter's eyes, I almost wept right then and there.
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