Savannah Blues part 16
#17 of Savannah Blues
Savannah Blues (16) By Roofles
Jack scratched the back of the head between his legs. Playing with the ears as his cloudy eyes stared off. His tongue was lolled out of his muzzle and he was panting slowly, heavily with sharp moans every couple of seconds. Licking his lips that had grown dry with his excessive panting before humping forcefully into the muzzle below him. Hearing the males moan around his cock, the vibrations riding up it all the way to his knot making him gasp. A squirt of more pre shot from the tip, quickly gobbled down by the hungry raccoon.
"Just. Like. That." Jack huffed humping between each word. The raccoon groan unable to say anything around the thick, throbbing, dripping piece of dog meat in his muzzle. The sack bouncing against his chin and the musk pouring into his nose as it slipped further into his muzzle; his lips kissing the dog's knot, his nose buried in his curly furs.
The raccoon closed his eyes, gagging on the cock as it pulsed in his throat. The thick release rolling down his gullet, coating the walls in the thick creamy broth. Jack had his head up, nose pointing at the cieling with a stupid grin on his face.
He was already wiping himself up. Cleaning up enough to slip himself back into his boxerless jeans, zipping up the front slowly - afraid he was going to catch himself again in the tight pants - and buttoned up ready to go.
"And what about me?" The nameless raccoon teased, nosing his groin some more.
"What about you?" Jack ask looked at himself in the mirror. Grinning those pearly whites of his, reveling in his tone body and naturally good looks.
The raccoon was playing with himself, looking up as he swayed his tail slowly.
"Yeah. Not going to happen." Jack said pulling any attention he had been giving him away. If he left then he could catch the special at his favorite joint, Mcminnville's homestyled dining experience. He never been to mcminnville and never planned on going but enjoyed the greasy food there anyways. The special stopped at five. He didn't like anything else they had.
"What?" The raccoon pulled back offended as if he just spoke some kind of blasphomy.
"What's my name?" The wild dog bent down and got eye level with the raccoon. "Tell me that and I'll spend the rest of the night sucking you off in any and all ways you can think of."
"...John?" The raccoon said hopefully picking the most common name he could think of.
"John what?" Jack played along, with a coy smile. Playing with the raccoon's hope. He was a bit chubby and normally he would've never gone for a guy like him. Sweet or not. He wasn't in the same 'catagory' as Jack was. It was just a convient thing, was all.
"Smith?" The raccoon said hopefully.
"John Smtih? A chance at the best blow job you've ever had, hell the best sex you ever had and you got with John Smith? Nice try. Next time get their name you slutty little thing," Jack glared his lips twisting into a wicked smile. "You disease ridden, filthy piece of trash hopping, cock slurping thing. Your probly riddled with std's and other pleasent infections. I wouldn't even touch you let alone suck you off."
His words stung like needles into the raccoon who jaw slacked and eyes widen.
"Oh, and I have AIDES. Get yourself tested. Use a condom next time." Jack smiled sweetly as he stood up, dusted himself off and walked away. Maybe this way the raccoon would be less slutty or at least use a condom next time. "Fags these days." He growled. He pushed the bathroom door open and kept walking not even bothering with the look the other tables were giving him.
His button shirt was open and his shorts were slacked on his hips. Maybe it was the smell clinging to him or the fact a very depressed looking raccoon came out of the restroom shortly after he did. It wasn't his concern and he really didn't care. When you were this good looking you didn't have to worry about such things. He could get the worst reputation and all he would have to do is bat his eyes and guys would fall into his lap. Enough sluts out there for a stud like him. And by the time he was done with all the ones in the area he would just start over again.
And at that he frowned. The first guy was the one guy he didn't get. He got two straight guys, a married guy and triples for fuck sake. How did he not get the one guy he was actually trying to get. That unnerved him but as the cool air rushed around him as the door closed behind him, he felt an almost warm tingle feeling inside. The one guy he didn't get was also the one guy he happened to respect. Sure they weren't on talking terms but that was saying something.
Isaac had been the only guy that had resisted his charms. He had broken up couples and destroyed families all because the guy or gal judged him as a "sweetheart" because he was smoking hot. And the one thing he had been assured on, sleeping with his roommate, never happened. Sure they slept in the same bed that one time. Then again it was obvious the hyena was having some kind of mid life crisis.
He stopped in the intersection frowning. The cement beneath his feet was wet from the rain they had earlier. The wind was still cold and the cars honking didn't help matters about that uneasy feeling inside. Still thinking about the hyena after all this. Maybe he just wanted to mend fences. The one friend he had in this whole area and he had nearly burned the bridges with his horny ways. It wasn't very becoming of a handsome guy like himself.
He flipped the driver still honking at him off and headed off sending a text as he went.
"Problem in paradise?" Ralph asked sipping the peach daiquiri he had made for the two. The large tiki style glass sat in the cent of the table looking as if it was part of the table. The wooden framed curved into the face of some kind of jungle cat.
The two had started off discussing the glass trying to break the ice between them. "It's obviously a jaguar or leopard."
"No, no. It's a panther." Isaac protested. Which got started on whether panthers were just black jaguars or leopards. In the end the hyena put five dollars on the table got up and went across the room to the table of wild cats and blantantly asked. "Are you or are you not on that tiki glass over there?"
Getting confirmation he shouted across the room, "ha I was right!" Before giving the panther a thank you with a wink. He headed back truimphantly tipping his invisible hat to a group of "ladies," and soundered back to the table with an almost skip in his step.
"Fine. But I still say panther's are just black jaguars or leopards." Ralph pouted taking a few long gulps of their shared glass before asking the question that was going to come up eventually. The troubled relationship. It seemed to be the only thing they talked about these days and in turn they both would bring stuff up just to talk to each other about. Even if it was nothing in order to have somethign to talk about.
"Well it's just...with a relationship. It's usually between just...two people right?" Isaac frowned his ears drooping.
"Well as far as I know." Ralph offered with a shrug. His striped mug had that soft smile on it as he spoke. His velvet lips curling around his words as he spoke with an uncanny grace never assoisated with equidae's. That or there was more alcohol than previously indicated in this drink. "This isn't about him being a bottom again is it?"
"No, I've excepted that. Sometimes you got to make sacrofices to be in a relationship. But... Well. Me and him, we got an...open relationship. Apparently." His tone gave away his feelings on the matter.
"Did you catch him with someone else? Or are you propsitioning me. 'Cause I don't do threesomes." The zebra laughed. "When I'm tapping your sweet ass I don't want another guys cock in my face."
"No I'm not," Isaac swatted at the zebra playfully before bursting into that fit of giggils. "And I thought you liked 69ing."
"Well maybe if its you junk," Ralph teased some more but the uneasy tension that fell around them quilmed anymore joking on the subject.
"I didn't catch him in it or anything. It's just his friends, the dogs from the other day, and him have this kind of pact. Where if one needs something...the others will do it. 'Cause 'they're just good friends.' Best friends," the hyena spat gagging on his own words. "Besides I never got open relationships. It's just...not a relationship." He frowned.
"In the classic sense." Ralph pointed out before nodding. "I understand where your coming from but then again the last guy I slept with I thought I was going to end up with. Get married and have black and white striped hyena's running around." That awkward silence fell around them again.
"Sorry about that," Isaac mumbled fidgeting with his paws.
"Your fine. I got the problem. There's two side of every situation and problem. You get the guys who want to sleep with five other guys while being with you. The sluts. And then you got the sorry saps like me who think sex means more than just...sex." He frowned taking another long drink. The peach flavor was already gone having long been diluted by the alcohol. Every sip was like taking a shot now.
"Yeah, again, sorry." The hyena mumbled scratching his arm a bit. "I guess I never figured I'd find out about it and have it explained away that we 'never said it was a closed relationship.'" Isaac frowned. "Such a lame excuse. If he had any balls then he'd have just come out and said it before or after I was mounting him." Isaac took a very long...shot after that before leaning back and giggiling.
"Ha, well thankfully he wasn't with me. Because if I found my man in bed with another dude I'd tear that dude apart, heh." He mock punched a few times.
"I didn't realize zebra's could be so territorial." Isaac slurred the words together rather comically to the tipsy zebra.
"It's not like I'm territorial. It's just I'm the only man that'll be fucking...my...man." He thought that over trying to see if it actual made any sense. Before coming to the conclusion that it did and that made him happy. For whatever reason.
"So I'm not overreacting to this whole...open relationship thing?"
Ralph wasn't sure if he was fishing for the right to ask to go fuck some other guy. Wanting to get fucked by him. Thinking of doing a threesome with that other dog or what. The zebra was getting turned on by the second idea. He was in an open relationship after all. Fair game as far as he was concerned. But it wasn't as if he was going to be the one doing it.
Leaning on the table, and nearly falling off, Ralph whispered to him. "Pst. Pst. Isaac. Come here."
The hyena looked around as if someone was overhearing their conversation before leaning down next to him. Their muzzles bumped making the hyena burst out into laughs again. Holding his muzzle he rested his head next to him. "What?" He asked still trying to hold back his laughs.
"That panther over there. Six...five...eight o'clock is totally-ing checking you out."
"Yeah?" Isaac ears perked up and he looked over the striped muzzle at the panther. "But I'm in a relationship."
"An open relationship." Ralph stressed the words. "Go get 'em boy."
Isaac jumped up, tripped over his own chair landing flat on his face before jumping back up and jogging over.
"He is so screwed." Ralph thought watching him go swirling the straws around in the glass.