Cancer Sketch
**WARNING:
THE FOLLOWING STORY IS INTENDED FOR AN ADULT AUDIENCE.**
This story contains graphic sex between consenting gay male teen-furs that are over the age of consent in the country where this story is set. Please stop reading if this sort of subject matter offends you or it is illegal for you to do so.
Cancer Sketch.
Simon could not be more embarrassed.
'Your attention please. One of our students, Simon Munkwood is currently battling a brain tumour. I am sure that everyone will offer Simon their full support during this difficult time. On a lighter note, thick juicy sausages served in hot tight buns are once again available in the cafeteria.'
'When were you planning on telling us,' hissed the wolf to his left.
'I wasn't,' replied Simon keeping his eyes focused on the whiteboard.
He had begged his parents not to inform the Head. Don't be silly Simon; I'm sure he won't announce it to the whole school.
'Simon, look at us.'
He sighed; knowing that avoiding his friends forever was a pointless exercise in futility. He turned to look at Mark first. There was concern in the wolf's eyes.
'Is it serious?' the voice to his right whispered.
'Three months,' replied Simon, not daring to look at the dalmatian.
'Three months what?'
'Till you get the day off for a funeral.'
'Oh God,' croaked Casper, 'you can't die.'
Simon turned to see tears running down the cheeks of his best friend. He had to muster all of his self-control to not reach out and gently wipe them away with his paws. If he did that, he might end up running his fingers through the soft black patch covering Casper's left eye.
'But your arsehole Father can cure you right?' asked Mark.
'He might be the best brain surgeon in the country but we're family, so no. He's lined up the second best with the melon baller.'
'Then you'll be cured right?' whispered Casper.
Simon shrugged.
'So how long have you known?' demanded Mark.
'Since Friday.'
'Is that why you were busy on the weekend?' asked Casper.
Simon nodded.
'You should have called us the second you found out,' said Mark.
'Just drop it would you.'
Casper and Mark exchanged worried looks over Simon's head. Simon didn't usually lose his temper. They didn't call him the pointy-eared chipmunk for nothing.
'So where to?' asked Mark as the bell rang.
'I'm already depressed so, Maths,' suggested Casper.
Mark grinned. Paws Academy was not your average high school. There were no timetables and no homework. As long you completed the required number of classes, the teachers didn't care if you did all of your Maths classes on Monday or spread them out over the week. The afternoons were theirs as long as they did something productive with their time.
'Oh come on guys not again.'
Simon and Mark spun around as four paws grabbed hold of Casper and shoved him into an open locker. Simon quickly slipped between the two dalmatians and their sibling.
'Oh look Casper's boyfriend is here to save the day,' said Caden.
'With a wit like that it's amazing you two weren't also moved up a grade.'
'Girls don't dig smart they dig cool,' said Cole.
'And we're cool,' added Caden.
The female bunnies walking by put their fingers down their throats and gagged.
'And with those dyed eye patches and head fur, you two must get more pussy than I do,' said Mark glancing from Caden's red patch and blue head fur to the opposite pattern on Cole's head.
Caden and Cole glared up at Mark but neither one was stupid enough to take on a wolf, at least not without something large and heavy in their paws. Out of the corner of their eyes, they noticed Jennifer and Kate heading their way and decided to take the opportunity to exit gracefully.
'How ya doin'?'
'Back off freaks, I've got pepper spray.'
'Hey chill, don't you know that once you've had knot there's no other cock.'
'I believe it's once you've had wolf,' said Jennifer winking at Mark.
'Eew mangy wolf-cock, what you want is the smooth firm shaft of a dalmatian,' said Caden as they followed Jennifer and Kate down the corridor, much to girls' disgust.
Simon couldn't help but think of the smooth firm shaft of a particular dalmatian as he took hold of Casper's paw and helped him from the locker. He blushed as Casper gave his paw a light squeeze.
Mark rolled his eyes. It was time these two got another dose of his words of wisdom. With the tumour, Simon might finally be willing to take the first risk of his life. But he would talk to Casper first, after all Simon had enough to deal with.
The total number of students in the Maths room rose to five as they entered. Only the otter genesis Lily and Reed chose Maths first thing on a Monday morning. Lily leapt out of her seat and wrapped her arms around Simon.
'What's up?' asked Reed as Simon wiggled free of Lily's vice like grip.
'Nothin'.'
That's what Simon liked about Reed; he didn't make a fuss unless Lily--his unofficial girlfriend--forced him to.
'Shall we make a start,' said Mr Riverpine. 'We've already doubled our usual attendance and I doubt we'll be getting any more budding scholars today.'
Simon sat down beside Casper while Mark flopped into one of the beanbags by the door.
* * *
Simon was the first to arrive on the hilltop overlooking the sports field. He lay down on the grass and opened the box. Most teen-furs brought lunch from home but Simon's mother spent her time convincing juries to lock up bad guys, which was more important than making her only son a sandwich. Luckily, a generous allowance allowed Simon to buy his lunch everyday. He lifted the lid and breathed in the scent of melted cheese, flour, tomato and mixed herbs.
'Cool lasagna, can I have some?' asked Reed.
'No,' said Simon pulling the container out of the otter's reach.
'Just a bite? It's not like you need the extra calories.'
'Do you not understand the meaning of the word no?'
'Of course he doesn't, he's a water-fox,' grinned Mark.
Simon looked up as Casper wandered towards them. The brown paper bag was once again missing from his paws. Simon took a bite then slid the plastic fork in his friend's direction. Casper picked it up and took a mouthful before sliding the fork back across the tray.
'Hey, you're letting Casper take a bite,' said Reed.
Casper's ears drooped as they all glared in Reed's direction.
'You have your lunch,' said Simon struggling to keep his voice level.
'He would too if he told his brothers to fuck off.'
Simon picked up the fork and offered it to Reed.
'Fine, here you go.'
Reed waved the fork away, 'Dude it's been in your mouth.'
'And Casper's too. Don't worry tumours aren't contagious.'
'Oh... uh... I didn't mean it like that,' stammered Reed.
'You okay?' asked Lily.
'I'm fine.'
'You're just found out you have cancer. You're not fine.'
'Yes, I am.'
'Aren't you worried, you know... about dying?'
'No, beside if I die, you'll get the day off.'
'That's not funny,' said Lily.
'No it isn't,' agreed Casper.
'Look, there's nothing anyone can do until the surgery. Until then life goes on.'
'So, I take that to mean that this afternoon you'll once again be sitting on the bank sketching the boys in their speedos while Casper and I have diving practice.'
'I do not sketch boys in their speedos,' said Simon. 'I only sketch there because I find the sound of the water peaceful.'
'Yeah that's the reason,' mouthed Mark.
Simon picked up the now empty container and threw it at the wolf.
'What are you two playing at?' asked Lily.
'Oh nothing,' grinned Mark.
* * *
Simon sat under the tree beside the pool with his sketchbook resting on his lap. He was waiting for Mark and Casper to emerge before putting pencil to paper.
Mark and Casper stepped out onto the pool deck and walked towards the ten metre diving platform. They climbed up the ladder and walked out to the edge. Simon picked up his pencil, drawing quick shallow lines as he took in the outline of Casper's body.
'We need to talk,' said Mark.
Casper looked at the wolf. To his credit, he didn't ask about what. There was only one conversation that they had at the top of the diving platform.
'You've got to tell him now, before it's too late.'
'He's going to be cured.'
'Of course he is, but it is cancer. Do you want to risk missing out on what you've wanted since you were thirteen?'
'Eleven actually.'
'Good grief... hang on you're finally admitting that you think Simon's hot?'
Casper blushed, 'I admit that I might, just might want to go down there, rip off my speedos, lift up my tail and say mount me hot stuff.'
'Eew, all you had to say was that you fancy Simon. I don't need a fricking description of him pounding your arse. Besides if you're not careful, that'll throw you off balance.'
Casper looked down at his speedos and his white fur turned bright red.
'It doesn't much matter,' he said looking back up, 'Simon doesn't feel the same.'
Mark slapped his paw against his muzzle. Love is blind; it's truly fucking blind.
'Hey you two! Other furs would like to dive! Save your gas bagging for the showers ladies!' barked Coach Roachwood.
Mark and Casper grinned at each other before leaping off the platform to complete an almost perfectly synchronised front one and-a half somersault in the pike position.
* * *
As the crickets sang in the moonlight, Simon sat on his bed, his sketchbook resting on his knees. The pencil glided over the page, darkening the shapes he had outlined by the pool. Simon switched to a tortillion and blended the shading around the eyes.
'Damn it,' sighed Simon, he could never get them to look quite right.
His failure to capture the playfulness hidden behind the fear of Caden and Cole's constant attacks, left Simon feeling disgusted with himself. Every day he tried to draw that perfect image, the one that showed how he truly felt. That image however, continued to elude him. He would do it one day though, if he lived long enough. Right now, he had to get rid of the fluid pushing up against the walls of his bladder. He dropped the sketchbook onto his bed and scrambled into the en-suite, slamming the door shut behind him.
Casper pressed his finger against the doorbell and waited. He wasn't exactly sure why he was here. Mark had called. Go to Simon, offer your butt or at the very least your moral support. The door opened and Casper smiled with relief, it wasn't Mr Munkwood.
'Hello Casper.'
'Evening Mrs Munkwood.'
'Bit late for a visit, Mark not with you?'
'Just me Mrs Munkwood. I realise it's late but I thought that Simon might need some moral support. You know, because of the...'
'Simon's in his room. Just make it a quick visit please, he needs his rest.'
'I will, Mum'll kill me if I'm not home by ten,' grinned Casper as he stepped into the entrance hall.
He headed quickly up the spiral staircase. He hated how the marble floors and ancient oil paintings made him feel. This place wasn't a home; it was a hotel. Casper knocked briefly on Simon's door-- Mark would have just barged in--before heading inside.
Simon's suite was empty; he was probably in the bathroom. Casper loved this room; it had everything a teen-fur could want. There was a wide-screen TV, three seater couch, two armchairs, several bookcases, computer with three 30" displays, sketching desk, kitchenette with bar fridge, a small four seater dinning table, queen sized bed and even deck chairs on a private balcony. Casper wished that Simon would just lock the two of them inside. There were enough supplies to last a week and Casper blushed at the thought of how many times they could... he shook he's head. There was no pointing thinking about something that was never going to happen.
'Holy crap, he's left his sketchbook out,' said Casper walking over to the bed.
Simon refused to let anyone see his work but the desire to know what his friend spent all his time sketching was greater than Casper's desire to respect his friend's privacy. What possible reason could Simon have for not wanting others to see his art.
'Ooh that's why.'
It was a drawing of him standing on the pool deck wearing a tight pair of speedos. It was almost photographic; the attention to detail was incredible. Casper had never seen Simon put so much work into any of the drawings the school forced him to enter into art competitions. Casper suddenly noticed that he wasn't alone in the picture. Simon was there with him, gently caressing Casper's cheek with his paw. Casper quickly flipped back a page to see if there were any other sketches of the two of them.
'Wow,' moaned Casper as his sheath stiffened.
There was another sketch alright and they were... kissing. Casper flipped again. This image appeared incomplete. Simon had pulled down Casper's boxers but the spot where his sheath should have been was blank. Casper giggled; he guessed Simon couldn't draw what he hadn't seen.
FLUSH!
Casper dropped the sketchbook and scrambled for the couch.
'Casper?'
'Hey Simon,' said Casper thankful that the sound of the flushing toilet had instantly killed his hard-on.
'What are you doing here?' Simon asked, glancing over at his sketchbook.
'Thought you might want some company.'
'Where's Mark?'
'He couldn't make it.'
'So it's um... just the two of us then,' said Simon sitting down on the far edge of the couch.
'Yep, just us.'
The teen-furs sat in silence. Casper couldn't work out what to say, the images in the sketchbook blocking out all rational thought. Mark had been right. The wolf would never let him forget it.
Simon on the other hand couldn't quite believe that he and Casper were alone in his room. Simon always made sure that Mark was there to keep his munkhood from standing to attention. Now there was nothing to stop it from sticking up its head.
'So how are ya doing?' asked Casper knowing that he had to say something.
'Fine.'
Casper sighed, 'Don't you trust me?'
'Of course.'
'Then tell me how you feel.'
'What I feel?' gulped Simon.
'If we're more than just friends we shouldn't have secretes.'
'Secretes,' squeaked Simon.
'I can't be there for you if you don't let me in.'
Casper had never seen Simon looking so rattled.
'You look like you need a hug.'
'Hug?'
'Yeah, I mean if I had just found out that I had cancer, I'd want a hug. Just the thought of a tumour terrifies me.'
'Death is death,' dismissed Simon. 'What angers me is that I won't ever get to... er.'
'Make out?' asked Casper placing his paw onto Simon's thigh.
Simon started to tremble and it broke Casper's heart to see Simon so unable to express what he so clearly wanted, all because of his stupid Goddamn father and his be a munk attitude. Casper was also tremblingly slightly, he wasn't usually this forward and couldn't quite believe that he had just put his paw onto his friend's thigh or that he was now sliding across the couch. Casper wrapped his paw around Simon's shoulder, pulling the chipmunk in close and resting his head between Simon's ears.
'We'll get through this together,' he whispered.
It felt like Simon had just died in his arms, he was so stiff but Casper wasn't letting go. Those sketches told him that he was giving Simon exactly what he wanted, what they both needed. As the minutes slowly passed, Simon started to relax, shifting his weight as he snuggled into Casper's chest. Casper let out a soft almost silent moan as the tip of his shaft poked out of his sheath.
Simon's heart pounded against his ribcage. Casper was hugging him. He was letting him snuggle into his chest. He squeezed his eyelids even tighter. Afraid that if he opened them Casper would suddenly notice the bulge in his jeans.
Casper's paws suddenly pushed Simon away from his chest. Oh God he's seen my hard on, thought Simon keeping his eyes closed. He hoped that Casper would just get up and leave. That way they could just pretend that this had never happened. He felt Casper's paw under his chin and he couldn't stop himself from opening his eyes. Casper was looking right at him, their muzzles were now only a few inches apart. Simon leaned forward.
Casper's eyes widened as his tail started whacking against the cushion. Simon was actually making a move. Casper titled his head as BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
The teen-furs flew apart. Casper glanced down at his watch. Thirty minutes to get home or his mother would chase him through the streets with a broom. Ah hell, she could hit him all she wanted. He was about make out with the munk of his dreams.
Ah, no he wasn't. Simon was back on the other end of the couch staring at his shaking paws. The magic had vanished and Simon had reached his limit. Casper sighed; at least he now knew how Simon felt.
'I'd better get going,' said Casper getting up off the couch. 'Don't want Mum to kill me and all. You be okay?'
Simon looked up, 'Um yeah... thanks... for coming and all.'
'If you need me, no matter the time, call me, even if it's two in the morning.'
Simon nodded then returned his gaze to the floor. Once Casper had left, he collapsed back onto the couch, unzipping his jeans and releasing his throbbing cock. He would have to take care of that or he'd wake up with a killer case of blue-balls. Damn it, why couldn't he have just kissed Casper when he had the chance. Maybe it could have been Casper's large slick tongue now wrapped around his knob instead off his chubby paw, that thought sending Simon over the edge and his seed splattering onto his T-shirt.
Simon got to his feet, grabbing onto the couch to steady his wobbling knees. He took off his shirt and dumped it into the wash-basket. It wouldn't be the first time their washer-rat would have to clean his spooge from his clothes. Simon was rather glad that he had never met her. He didn't think he would be able to look her in the face. He stumbled over to his bed and collapsed onto the mattress. It had been a very long day.
* * *
It had been a very long day, sighed Casper as he grabbed his bag and followed Mark and Simon from their homeroom. During the day, he and Simon had acted no differently, but he couldn't believe how obvious they were and yet nobody seemed to notice, except Mark.
'We'll catch up,' said Mark grabbing hold of Casper's shoulder.
Simon shrugged.
'Okay what happened?'
'Huh?'
'You two have been acting weird all day.'
'No we haven't.'
'It's almost like you two... fucked each other last night.'
Casper blushed.
'Alright Casper!'
'We didn't,' hissed Casper, 'and keep you voice down.'
'Then what did you do?'
Casper filled Mark in on the details.
'I just knew those sketches were of you. Fuck, now I need fap off.'
'Did that last night,' giggled Casper.
'So when are you two going to fuck?'
Casper shrugged.
'Well you do realise that Simon's parents are going to the theatre tonight. That would leave just you and Simon alone in that big empty hotel. Oh you'll probably need this,' said Mark reaching into his pocket.
'You bring lube to school?' said Casper quickly stuffing the tube into his shorts before anyone could notice.
'Never know when opportunity's going to come knocking,' said Mark winking at a passing female cheetah. 'Now go get him tiger.'
Mark giggled as Casper sprinted down the corridor and out of sight. Ah, the lust of first time sex. Speaking of mating, where'd that pussy disappear to.
Casper slowed to a walk as he caught up with Simon.
'Where's Mark?'
'Chasing a putty cat.'
Simon rolled his eyes. Without Mark to keep the teen-furs occupied, they fell silent as they headed up the hill. Casper wondered just how he could get Simon back to point where he would make the first move. He loved the chubby little chipmunk but if Simon couldn't even allow himself to take a chance then a relationship between them would never work. Casper wasn't Mark. He didn't want some one-off fling. He wanted someone he could wrap his paws around night after night.
They headed up the driveway as Simon's parents were getting into the car.
'Numbers are by the phone if you need us,' said Mr Munkwood.
Simon nodded.
'I'm still not convinced that it's a good idea to leave Simon home alone at the moment, what if...'
'I won't be alone Mother,' said Simon pointing at Casper.
'Is he staying the night, we'll be rather late?'
'I'll just have to call Mum,' said Casper.
'If he can't stay you call us.'
'Yes Mother.'
'We must leave now if we do not wish to make a late entrance,' said Mr Munkwood starting the engine.
The teen-furs waited until the car had disappeared down the street before heading inside.
'So what do you want to do,' asked Simon after Casper finished speaking with his mother.
You, was what Casper wanted to say but the words he actually spoke were, 'Get something to eat.'
'Take out it is,' said Simon removing his cell phone from his pocket. 'Naughty or nice?'
'Naughty,' said Casper blushing before suddenly coming up with a great idea. 'Wait a sec!'
Simon looked up from his phone.
'How about I cook us something?'
Simon stared back at his friend, 'And what did you have in mind o-burner-of-toast?'
'Mac and cheese?'
Simon hesitated, that just happened to be his favourite meal. He had packets of the stuff choking the cupboards of his kitchenette. But Casper, he could barely make a sandwich. Casper tilted his head, drooped his ears and gave Simon the cutest puppy dog expression he could muster.
'Sure why not,' said Simon caving in; he could always buy another saucepan.
Casper grinned as they headed up the stairs. He had watched Simon make the dish so many times that he was certain he could pull it off and if another teen male cooking you dinner wasn't a clear enough sign for Simon, then there was simply no hope for the chipmunk. They entered the suite and Casper went straight to the kitchenette. Simon decided it would be better not to watch. He plonked himself down on the couch and waited for the sound of the smoke alarm.
'It's ready,' called Casper, 'want to turn off the telly.'
Simon flicked off the set and got to his feet. Taking a deep breath, he turned expecting to see the dalmatian emerging from a haze of smoke.
'Oh my.'
There was smoke, but it was the scented kind from two candles sitting between two bowls of what seemed to be edible Marconi and Cheese. Simon turned to Casper who dropped his eyes to the carpet as the white fur on his cheeks took on a decidedly red tint.
Simon couldn't help wondering, was this a first date, as he walked over to the dining table.
'It smells great. The um candles are a nice touch.'
Casper grinned as he grabbed a fork and scooped up a few noodles, 'How does it taste?'
Simon opened his mouth as Casper slid the fork between his lips. The noodles were surprisingly tasty but he was having a rather hard time swallowing.
'It's delicious,' he mumbled, 'been having secrete cooking lessons?'
'Nope,' giggled Casper as they sat down, 'first time I've ever made it.'
Casper rested his chin on his paw and watched as Simon vacuumed up the noodles. Seeing Simon enjoy something that he had prepared made Casper want to leap across the table and tear the clothes from Simon's body.
'Not hungry?' asked Simon looking up.
'Ah yeah I'm just... checking to see you were enjoying it,' said Casper picking up his fork.
It didn't take long for them to finish. It was only a bowl of Macaroni and Cheese after all. Now for the awkward phase thought Casper as neither of them was able to maintain eye contact for more than a few seconds. Needing to do something, anything, Casper stood and started to clear the table. As he reached for Simon's bowl, he felt Simon's paw wrap gently around his own.
'Thanks for dinner,' he mumbled.
'It was nothing,' whispered Casper.
Simon got to his feet.
'You're the first one who's ever bothered to cook me a home cooked meal. It was not nothing,' said Simon staring deeply into Casper's green eyes.
The longing to reach out and touch was causing his stomach to twist in on itself, screaming at him to just cup his paw behind Casper's head and pull him into a deep passionate kiss.
Simon dropped his head. He couldn't do it. It wasn't just because he would be disappointing his father again--no son of mine could be gay--but because of the fear that once again he was misreading the signals, despite how obvious they were. What if Casper was just being nice. What if this wasn't a date. What if Casper hated fags.
Casper sighed. He was so sure that Simon was about to do something, maybe even pull him into a passionate kiss but... it wasn't ever going to happen. Simon just couldn't get passed the fear. He simply didn't love him enough. Casper felt the tears well up in the corners of his eyes. He had to get out of here. He broke free from Simon's grip and ran for the door.
Simon looked up and watched as his only chance at happiness was about to disappear from his life. Balls you stupid fucking chipmunk. Grow some fucking Goddamn balls.
'WAIT!'
Casper skidded to a halt but could not bring himself to turn around.
'I... love you Casper.'
Casper slowly turned to find Simon just inches from his body, raising his paw to lightly caress his cheek. A moan escaped from Casper as Simon stood on his toes and pressed his mouth against the dalmatian's lips. Casper pushed his long tongue inside the chipmunk. Simon groaned but their tongues sliding against each other muffled the sound. Needing air, the boys broke apart, panting hard. Casper wrapped his paws around the chipmunk and rested his muzzle between Simon's ears.
'I love you too, Simon Munkwood.'
Simon leaned into the dalmatian's body and felt Casper's throbbing tip pressing against his stomach. He wondered if Casper would think they were moving too fast if he...
Casper felt the muscles under Simon's fur stiffen. Well, Simon had made the first move so it was only fair that he made the last. Breaking the hug, Casper slid his paw southward down Simon's chest, swaying it from side to side until he cupped it around the swelling bulge in Simon's pants, giving it a light squeeze.
Simon groaned.
Hoping that Simon wouldn't get too excited, Casper pulled lightly on the jeans as he walked backwards, leading Simon step by step towards the bed. When the back of Casper's knees connected with the mattress, he let go and slipped his paws under his shirt.
'Can I do it?' whispered Simon.
Casper smiled as Simon slid his paws under Casper's shirt and up through the dalmatian's soft fur.
'Oh my,' moaned Casper as Simon gently rubbed Casper's nipples.
Simon lifted the shirt over Casper's head and chucked it towards the bedside table, it didn't quite make it. Stepping onto his toes, Simon pressed his lips onto Casper's neck, gently massaging the fur with his buckteeth as he worked his way down to suck on the Casper's nipples.
'Oh fuck!'
Simon giggled, it was the first time he had ever heard Casper swear and it was seriously hot. Simon gave the teat a final flick with his tongue before stepping back. He started to blush as he curled his fingers under the base of his T-shirt. What was Casper going to think when he saw his rather chubby stomach.
Casper reached over and lifted up Simon's shirt. He leaned over and ran his tongue up Simon's chest before blowing gently on the wet fur. Simon shivered.
'I thought you could use a little cooling off you incredibly hot munk you,' said Casper as he undid Simon's belt.
Casper licked his lips as he caught a whiff of Simon's arousal.
Simon kicked away his jeans and grabbed hold of Casper's shorts. His eyes widened as he caught sight of the red tip poking through the gap in Casper's boxers. Simon dropped onto his knees, pulling the boxers down with him.
Casper's cock started emerging from his sheath as Simon pushed his paws onto Casper's abs with just enough pressure for Casper to fall back onto the mattress. Casper raised himself onto his elbows to get a good look as Simon removed his briefs. The scent from Simon's gorgeously hard cock was making him drool. The sooner it was inside him the better. Casper edged his way backwards up the mattress until his head rested against the pillows. Simon gently lowering himself onto Casper's quivering body and ran his tongue across the dalmatian's lips. That was all it took for Casper's full length to pop free of his sheath. Only his knot remained inside. Simon worked his way down, licking at the fur with his tongue. The strong scent of Casper's arousal caused Simon to growl with delight as he attacked Casper's shaft with his tongue.
'Oh fuck!' gasped Casper bucking his hips as Simon worked his tongue around the tip. 'Oh fuck you'd better stop.'
Simon looked up, wondering what he was doing wrong. This is how The Gay Furry Kama Sutra had said to do it.
'You're drying me insane,' panted Casper. 'I want you inside me when I come,' he said lifting up his knees and flagging his tail.
Simon stared at the tight hole. Hoping that Casper was clean and that the book was right, he leaned in, pressing his tongue against the opening.
'Oh fuck fuck fuck!' cried Casper, 'oh God mount me now!'
Simon was only too happy to...
'Oh shit!'
'What's wrong?' asked Casper lifting his head.
'No fucking lube.'
Casper giggled, 'Short's pocket.'
Simon scrambled for the shorts, digging through them until he found the tube. He ripped off the lid and squirted a large amount of the slippery gel onto his paw. He ran his finger gently around the outside of Casper's quivering hole before slowly pushing it inside. Casper moaned as Simon started to move his finger back and forth.
'Any pain?'
'Only the good kind,' huffed Casper bucking his hips.
Simon slowly inserted a second finger and then a third, coating the walls of Casper's hole with as much lube as possible.
'Ready?'
'Since puberty,' groaned Casper.
Simon reached for the bottle and gave his own throbbing member a thick slippery coating. He waited a moment for his excitement to wane just enough that he wouldn't cum on entry, then pressed his head against the opening. The hot walls of Casper's insides wrapped around his cock as he pushed it into the tight passage.
'Oh fuck!' they moaned simultaneously.
Simon moved back and forth, each time pushing deeper and deeper into the dalmatian. It only took a few thrust before Simon could feel his seed racing towards the tip. He tried to think unsexy thoughts in a vain attempt to hold on but there was no stopping it.
'ARRGH!' growled Simon, coating Casper's insides with his cum.
Feeling Simon's release sent Casper over the edge, his knot breaking free of his sheath as he gave one final buck, lifting both of them off the mattress as his cum splattered onto his chest.
Once the dizziness had passed, Simon opened his eyes and removed his softening shaft from Casper's rear. Casper felt a deep wave of sadness wash over him as Simon pulled free and they lost the connection that they had shared for only a second moments before.
'You're a mess,' panted Simon, 'Let me take care of that.'
He lowered his tongue onto Casper's fur and licked his lover's seed from his coat before snuggling up beside him. He giggled.
'What's so funny?'
'Just realised I can now call you my boyfriend.'
'I should hope so considering what is now dripping from my butt,' giggled Casper.
'Never thought the day I've been dreaming of since kindergarten would ever happen,' sighed Simon.
'You sick pervert,' said Casper taping his boyfriend on the nose, 'what kind of five-year-old thinks about fucking their best friend.'
'That's when I first thought of us running away together. Mating didn't occur to me until you visited in a dream that required me to change my sheets.'
'Oh and what happened in this dream of yours?' said Casper giving Simon a lick on the cheek.
'I can show you the sketch, it's around here somewhere.'
'Will you be drawing this?' asked Casper.
'No.'
'Oh?'
'My sketches are my dreams,' said Simon resting his head on Casper's chest. 'I don't draw reality.'
'Well, when you beat this tumour, we'll have the rest of our lives to spend making your sketches come true.'
'You already have,' said Simon, a tear rolling down his cheek and landing on Casper's fur.
Casper was glad that Simon was crying, it meant that he was finally starting to express the emotions he had kept bottled up for too long. He gave Simon a squeeze just to remind the chipmunk that he wasn't going anywhere.
That was the way she found them. Asleep and lying naked in each other's paws, the scent of their mating still lingering in the air.
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