Herdnan- Chapter Ten
The ice cubes clinked in the rum and coke as they were swirled around by the cocktail straw pinched by a black raccoon paw. Cymaenie stared into the half drank beverage deep in his own thoughts. Normally when things went awry and got stressful in his life, he would go out on a caper.
However, even that didn't seem like it would help. So, he now found himself at the bar of The Red Lantern, a local tavern in his neighborhood. He sighed, picked up the drink and shot the rest of it down.
He set the glass down when it was little more than ice cubes and scratched his cheek. He held it up when the bartender looked his way and gave a small nod.
The glass was taken away and a new rum and coke set before him. Cymaenie pulled a twenty out of his pocket and set it on the bar. The bartender looked at him for a moment, then took the twenty.
"So, why are you so glum? That's your fifth drink and your still not smiling."
Cymaenie took a sip and shrugged. "Just not sure what to think any more."
The bartender put his change on the bar and Cymaenie slid him two of the singles for a tip. "Anything you care to unwind on me?"
He gave a laugh. "I appreciate that, but this is something I have to figure out myself unfortunately."
"I think everyone has a problem like that at some point in their lives. It's inevitable. The best thing you can do is just try to figure out which decision makes you happy and go with it. Even if it might seem not to be the best at first. Being happy should be your first instinct."
Words of wisdom to say the least. Cymaenie looked up from his drink to the old raccoon. His face was wisped with silver and grey fur, giving him a wise appearance.
He nodded. "I'll drink to that." He held up his glass and the bartender tapped the side with his soda gun. He smiled and winked at him, then headed off down the bar to take care of another patron.
Cymaenie sighed, took his drink and stood up from the bar. He turned and wandered across the bar room to one of the tall tables near the corner. He sat and started playing with his drink again.
As he was getting lost in his own mind watching the drink swirl, someone broke into his hypnosis.
"Care for some company?"
Cymaenie looked up to see a rather cute brown raccoon holding a bottle of beer and smiling.
Cymaenie sat up in his chair and gestured to the open one. The raccoon sat, swishing his tail to the side. He set the beer on the table and smiled.
"I'm Skreft." He said offering his paw to shake.
"Cymaenie." He shook.
"You were looking kind of down and needed someone to talk to."
Cymaenie smiled. "Thanks. Yea. I got a lot on my mind."
"So, spill fellow coon! What's on your mind?"
Cymaenie sighed. "Well, I just recently realized that I'm gay." He almost couldn't believe that he had just admitted that. Must have been the alcohol. "And another fur I was interested in only wanted a quick fling."
A look of tenderness washed over Skreft and he slid his chair over and hugged him. This surprised Cymaenie, but he smiled and returned the hug.
"I understand the feeling. It happened to me as well. It's not an easy going feeling unfortunately."
Cymaenie smiled and sipped his drink. "That is very true."
Skreft finished his beer and looked at his watch. "The night is still young. We can go grab a bite somewhere if your interested."
"Sure. I would like that."
Cymaenie finished off his drink and smiled standing up. He led as they exited the bar to the warm Herdnan night.
"You have a car?" Skreft asked.
"Yes. I'm right here. Or did you want to take yours?"
Skreft laughed. "My car is a bus. I'm a bus driver." He said.
"We'll take the car then." Cymaenie said unlocking the passenger side door for Skreft before running around to let himself in.
The two coons got into the car and closed their respective doors. Cymaenie started the engine and they roared off down the street.
On the beach, in the clear moonlight shimmering off of the ocean, the two raccoons sat watching the waves roll onto the shore and slide back into the black expanse of water.
Skreft smiled as he cuddled with Cymaenie rubbing his paws through the soft fur. They had been out on the beach for nearly two hours, just sitting and cuddling. Skreft gently laid Cymaenie on his back and gently pushed his shirt up with his two paws and started to rub his belly.
He murred at this as it felt really good, the soft raccoon paws gently fluffing his fur. Skreft swung a leg over him and brought himself down and nibbled on Cymaenie's ear.
Cymaenie tensed a little. Perhaps he was a little gun shy from Sargaris, but it seemed like Skreft wanted a quick fling. Or did he? They had been on the beach for a long while now.
Apparently, his mental apprehension didn't go unnoticed and he was being looked at with a quizzical expression.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm alright. Just..."
"Shh." Skreft said softly. He smiled and leaned back and pulled a small bottle out of his pocket. "Take a little of this."
"What is it?"
"Its an herbal tea that helps to calm your nerves. It'll unwind you a little bit and help you to relieve your stress."
Cymaenie raised an eyebrow, but took a small sip from the bottle and passed it back. It was a cool, clear liquid that tasted almost like honey and rosehips. Whatever the tea was, it did seem to be loosening him up a bit and he smiled. He lay back on the sand and smiled.
Skreft settled back down on top of Cymaenie and started kissing his muzzle, gently rubbing his cheek ruff. He reached down and unbuttoned his shorts and slowly pulled down the zipped revealing his sheath bulge under the thin underwear.
He wanted to object, but the tea was apparently quite powerful. More so than he was expecting and he was in quite a submissive state of mind. He stared above at the brilliant view of the stars in the sky above with a goofy grin on his face.
Skreft pulled down the underwear and gently rubbed his sheath, making his member slide out hard and erect. Cymaenie looked down, in a total state of zen and started to murr as Skreft took his rod into his maw and slurp up and down.
To Cymaenie, it felt four hundred times more pleasing than any hand job he had ever given himself. His eyes rolled back in his head and his grin became a smile. Skreft's movements became faster, his paw joining his slurping motions, and his other cradling his testicles.
Cymaenie knew that it was maybe only three minutes, but his paws were clenching and releasing, his tail wagging. And his breathing was becoming fast, along with his heart rate.
Skreft continued what he was doing, adding a touch of teeth to the blowjob. Cymaenie's muscles all tensed up, making him feel like a pretzel. He struggled against the submissiveness of the tea to keep his semen back. This heightened the sensation, causing him to moan loudly between gasps for air.
Skreft looked at him and smiled, gaining speed. The pleasure became far too much for him and he felt his dick surge gushes of his seed into the warm maw of Skreft.
His head dropped back into the sand with a thud. He panted, staring back up at the stars again as they seemed to whirl around the sky at a million miles an hour. It was one of the finest orgasms he had ever experienced. His body was quivering all over. Skreft leaned over with a grin, some of Cymaenie's cum dotting the fur on his jaw.
He wiped these away, licking them off his finger, and running his paws over him tenderly as Cymaenie began to catch his breath. Cymaenie smiled, the sky still whirling around behind Skreft. His eyes felt heavy... he opened his mouth to ask what he was given, but his eyelids closed, leaving him in nothing but empty space where the stars zipped around him.