Innocence Lost
This story is fiction. It has scenes of adult and cub sex. If you don't like these themes, then please don't read. This is my first foray in stories dealing with cubs. I welcome any critique or suggestions or comments, as these are incentive for me to write more. Be it character, story or grammar based, feel free to comment or send me a note/email.
Any resemblance to actual incidents, institutions, existing/prior/future fursonas or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.
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I'm not new to life on the streets. No, not your pretty tree lined streets with minvans and SUVs parked in driveways, schoolbusses picking up and dropping off cubs, lawn mowing on the weekends and neighbourly backyard barbeques. I'm talking about those dark alleys and shadowy places that exist away from society's oh so prissy sensibilities of moral decency. I'm talking about the places you warn your cubs not to go to, the places you avoid unless absolutely necessary, and even then making sure to punch the locks on your car door as you speed through.
These streets have been home since I was 10. 10 years old. Wow...it's been 2 years and it seems like a lifetime. But hey, these streets teach you to grow up, and grow up fast. If you don't, you're lying in a gutter, bleeding, broken, inches from death. Now I've never been in that situation, thank...um...thank whoever, or whatver...nah, to hell with it, thank ME. I'm the one who looks out for myself. I'm the one who makes sure I stay far away from those gutters.
Not that I've never been introduced to the cold, hard surface of the ground before. I've taken my hits and woken up behind a dumpster once or twice, there's no way you can escape that if you want to make the streets your world. They call the city the concrete jungle. Trees or steel, makes no difference, there are predators all the same.
By now you're asking yourself "How'd he get there?"
I could weave a tale of alcholism and abuse, or a tear jerking rendition of how my parent's died tragically in a car crash and left me an orphan. No such luck I'm afraid. I chose to be here. These streets are my playground, my school of life, my supplemental allowance generator.
My parents? They're alive. They kiss me goodnight and usher me off to school and yell at me to clean my room and do the chores. Yeah, I have one of those houses on one of those pretty tree lined streets with an SUV in the driveway and a schoolbus that picks me up and drops me off and all the rest of that crap. But it's so...mundane. So boring. So...sterile.
I wanted more than what gets shoved my way. The I-phone, the laptop, the clothes, the toys, the free food, the saftey and security of alarms and armed response. I wanted to live. To explore! To explore life, not the local woods or mall or sundry mundane cub interests that all the other cubs go for.
They play their computer games and brag about how awesome they are! All those headshots and kill counts and achievements they've earned. Meh! Fabricated illusions, all of 'em! Tapping a couple buttons is all it takes. Anyfur can do it. Millions HAVE done it. Millions more WILL do it. And then you're just part of the herd, bragging about something insignificant and totally non unique. Put yourself in an alley in some unsavory part of the city at night, play russian roulette with fate and come out alive, then come talk to me about how awesome you are.
I'm kinda like Batwolf. You know, the Dark Knight? Comicbook hero? Yeah, him. I don't have cool gadgets, just my mind. But I DO have two identities. One for the daylight and the pretty neighbourhoods, and one for the night and grungy alleys, playing at prey but ultimately being the predator. All you see when you look at me is some snot nosed little cub who's out of his league. Awesome, that's just how I want it to be. You think you can manipulate me, yet I'm the one pulling the strings.
Hey there, little guy. You lost? No? Just hanging around? That's cool. What's your name? Tyler? That's a nice name. Nice name for a nice husky cub. So what do you like doing, Tyler? You like games? Yeah? Ever played any adult games? Hahaha...no, no, not like poker and stuff. The games adults play to make each other feel good. You don't know what I'm talking about? That's ok, little guy. Hey, I know, how bout I show you some of 'em. There are some woods close by, we can go there and play. Yeah? That's great, little guy, I know you'll love it. Come with me.
You shocked yet? Tough. I play the fool, and I walk away with more than a year's worth of allowance. To be honest, the money is cool and all, but it ain't the main reason I play my part. I enjoy the thrill. The dance. The spider and the fly tactics. And of course, the sex.
Yeah, I fuck for money. You don't? Yeah, you do it for free. Sucker. You wanna label me? Go ahead. In the time it takes you to stick the word slut to my back I've lived and learned more than you can imagine. While you're playing with words, I'm playing with life.
Oh don't look so shocked. Sex is sex. It's fun, its pleasurable. Society casts down its admonitions and clutches its sensibilities to its chest like a senile oldster in a rocking chair staring out the window clutching the tattered memories of a life drowning in encroaching shadows. So spare me your lectures. You'll just be wasting your breath. You wan't to say I'm worthless and have no morals...guess what, you're still reading this. Don't worry, you'll get what you want. I'm good at that.
I've always been told I'm smarter than average. Maybe that's why I devour books in my spare time. They won't tell me my IQ, but I know it anyway. They know I'm smart, but they still think of me as just a cub. Sometimes, though, I wonder how smart I am. I look at all the other cubs living their naieve little lives, caccooned in saftely and ignorant bliss, and wonder if I'm missing something. Who would want to shed such a sheltered life for one as dangerous as that which I pursue?
They again, why does anyfur do anything? Cos they want to. They want to drink, smoke, gamble, play online games, race cars, go skydiving. Me, I want to do the things I do. So what if they're not socially acceptable? It's my life. Mine to gain, mine to lose.
By now you're thinking, ok, this cub's an arrogant little bastard. Yeah, maybe I am. Maybe I need to be. Maybe it's what I've become. Playing the streets the way I have, with the success that I have, has made me cocky. It's served me well. Not all males want some seemingly innocent and naive little runt to shove between their legs. Some of them want a challenge. Some of them want some fire, some attitude, and I give it to them.
Its kinda funny to see how males approach me. There's the type that just wants sex, and they're blunt about it. They'll approach me, ask how much, whip out the money, then take me someplace dark, quiet, rip my pants down, bend me over and ram it home. Once they're done seeding my ass they put away their spent cocks and vanish into the night.
Then there are the guys who sit and wait for me to come to them. They let me make the first move, and once they're satisfied that we both want the same thing, they take me someplace nice, a motel, backseat of a car, sometimes even their houses, and they remove my clothes slowly, tenderly, speaking softly, their hands gliding over me, untill they're naked too, and then I'm on all fours and they're rutting on top of me.
Either way, they want to fuck me. Some of them are more open about it. Usually it's those guys I prefer. Its a pretty utalitarian transaction. They pay me, I do them, the end. It's quick, easy, and I'm after my next mark. The tender guys, it takes forever for them to be done with me. Sometimes I like a little tenderness, to change things up, but the quick fucks...they're the best option for a good money making night.
You're still here? Either you're transfixed in horror, unable to tear yourself away, or you're eager to learn more. Like, how I got started? Exact, juicy, details? My contact information?
Ok, then. Just sit back, relax, unzip yourself, and enjoy.
I first realized I could make money with my body one overcast Saturday in a park near my school. I use it as a shortcut from the library to get home, and on chilly overcast days like that day, the park is empty. Usually. That day, there was an adult sitting on one of the benches, thick jacket, cap, scarf, I couldn't make much out other than that he was canine.
I didn't pay much attention to him, other than the cursory, "Oh, there's somefur sitting there." My attention was on my bladder. I needed to pee. Bad! Fortunately that park had toilet facilities. Just a small brick building with a couple urinals and an actual stall.
So there I am, relieving myself in one of the urinals, idly moving my stream back and forth, when a shadow momentarily falls across me. I hear the footsteps of somefur entering, but so what, it happens. I finish, shake it a little, zip up and turn around, and the male from the bench is leaning against the sinks, watching me.
At that point, yeah, I'm a little anxious. A strangefur just watching ya like that? Creepy!
The guy nods at me and removes his cap. He's a german shepherd, and he's eyeing me intently.
"Hey, pup." His voice is like coffee on a cold day.
"Um, hiya," I reply, moving to the sink to wash my hands.
"What's your name?"
I look up at him. "I'm not supposed to talk to strangefurs."
"Ah, but you just did," he chuckles, and his eyes twinkle. He looks and sounds so friendly, yet the fact that he followed me into a restroom still tickles the fur on the back of my neck.
"It would be rude to not answer you," I shoot back, "but I'm not supposed to give my name to strangefurs."
"My name is Kyle," he smiles disarmingly. The tingling on my fur starts to fade.
"Knowing your name doesn't make you less of a strangefur. It just lets me know what to call you by. It doesn't tell me who you are." Even at 10 I was quicktongued, smart, observent. Still naive to the real world, mind you, but that would change soon enough.
He laughs, his eyes locked to mine. For some reason I like this male. He doesn't look at me like I'm some snot-nosed little cub. He looks at me like I'm an equal. I can see in his eyes he likes me. At that point, it's the naive innocent definition of the word that I'm using. I'll soon find out that there are more ways to "like" something...or somefur.
"I can see you're sharp, pup, so I'll get right to the point."
"Tyler." I don't see any harm in telling him that much. "But my friends call me Ty."
"Well thank you, Tyler, for giving me your name," he smiles and extends his hand for me to shake. I'm starting to like him even more. He's not my friend, and he doesn't assume he can just call me Ty. Most adults DO assume, and it gets annoying after a while.
I accept his hand. It's well groomed and firm.
He maintains eye contact. "Ok, Tyler, I'll come clean. I'm just passing through, heading west, and before I leave I was hoping I could find somefur about your age who could help me with something." He slides a hand into a pocket of his jacket and pulls out some crisp twenties. He fans them out, five of them, more than 2 months allowance. "In return I'll give ya these."
I'm curious, and my eyes shift from the notes to his face. He continues to smile, and takes a single twenty and offers it to me. "Take it," he says softly, and I reach out and gingerly take hold of note, pulling it effortlessly from his fingers and staring at it. "That's for you, whether or not you choose to help me." He then walks over to the stall, standing in the open doorway. "I was hoping that we could give each other blowjobs, Tyler," he says.
My heart pounds in my chest, and I feel a little flushed, and a little uneasy. An adult, talking about sex to me? Not only that, but wanting to do it with me? I gape at the german shepherd, standing there nonchalantly, smiling back at me. I shoot a quick glance at the exit from the restroom, and wonder if I can make it.
"If you want to leave, you can. I'm not going to stop you. That twenty is for you, because I like you, and because you told me your name." There is no trace of malice in his voice.
"So...I can just walk away?" I ask.
The adult nods.
I shove the twenty in my pocket. I'm not above free money, after all, and I hurry over to the exit, my heart pounding, ears twitching for the sound of pursuit. But there is none, and I reach the door and look back over my shoulder. He's still by the bathroom stall, still smiling, but he seems somehow sad, despite the smile.
Now, I like looking at porn. Who doesn't. I got introduced to it at a friend's place, who's brother had a hidden stash my friend knew about. It was a male and female I like sneaking glances at the other cubs in the showers, or when they're getting changed in the locker room. I've spied on girls as well, but the male form seems to attract me more. I've read it could just be a phase, that lots of guys go through a period where they like to look at other guys.
The german shepherd isn't bad looking, and I start to wonder what he's got packing under those clothes. He wants to give me a blowjob, wants me to give him one, and to be honest it's something I've thougth about a few times. From the vids I've seen online, guys getting it on with other guys, they enjoy it. Might I not enjoy it too?
Still, this is the kind of strangefur my parents warned me about. That there are adults who will take advantage of you. But he hasn't tried to take advantage of me. He's told me exactly what he wants, and given me the option to leave.
I turn around and face him. "I...havn't done something like this before."
He smiles. "I'll show you how, Tyler." He gestures to me. "Come on over."
I hesitate, but only a moment, and then I walk over to him. He places a hand on my shoulder and ushers me into the stall. It's a fully enclosed stall, and wide to cater for special needs furs. The only gap between the stall and the rest of the restroom is a gap under the door. The stall is clean, it must have been tended to very recently.
The door closes and latches, and the german shepherd ruffles my headfur. "Ok, Tyler, the first thing we need to do is get undressed. May I undress you, pup?"
A hundred bucks and the possibility that this may be fun. These thoughts run through my mind and my blood runs fast. I'm reminded of the couple times I've, for a dare, stripped naked and run through the streets of my neighbourhood at night, running the risk of being seen and recognized. The thrill, the excitement, it's almost the same as I'm feeling now. I nod, unable to contain a grin.
The adult...Kyle...he removes my jacket, then my shirt, tugging it up over my head, over my arms. He folds them semi-neatly and lays them on the ground against a wall. He licks his lips as his eyes rove over my young chest. Then he undoes the laces on my sneakers, removing them gently, leaving my socks on, and starts on the fastenings on my jeans. The slide down, revealing my tighty whities. I like tighty whities, the look, the feel.
"Turn around, Tyler," Kyle says softly, and I obey, feeling his paws gliding over my thighs, my butt, the small bulge between my legs. He licks his lips again and says:"You're very attractive, Tyler."
I blush, feeling suddenly a little self conscious, standing practically naked in front of an adult stranger. He seems to sense this, and holds out his arms, taking me in them. They're strong, warm, and he smells nice as he pulls me to him, hugging me. I hug him back, sighing softly. It always feels great being hugged. He holds me for a few minutes before letting me go, and suddenly his muzzle is against mine, and he's kissing me softly. His tongue darts out to brush my lips and then he winks at me.
"Take off your underpants, Tyler. Slowly."
I remember a vid I watched online, where a tiger was removing his jockstrap, slowly, seductively, for the naked panther lounging on the bed. I tried to mimic his movements, sliding my thumbs into the waistband of my undies and slowly easing them down, swaying my hips slowly side to side, licking my lip as the tiger had done. I see a flicker of surprise in the german shepherd's eyes, but then he grins broadly and licks his lips once more, and one of his hands slides between his legs, caressing himself as he watches. My undies slide over my small balls and shaft, and I let them drop down to my knees, then to my ankles, and I step out of them. Kyle reaches over to pick them up, and brings them to his nose, inhaling deeply, while his eyes remaing locked on my groin.
"Well, this IS a treat, Tyler," he whistles appreciativly after dropping my undies to the floor.
I blush, and look down at myself. I know what he's referring to. No one knows WHY some furs are born with their penis like mine. They put it down to genetics and hormones and stuff like that. You see, I don't have a sheath. My penis hangs loose between my legs, framed by my softfurred balls. It's also not shaped like a regular canine penis. When I was born, my parents decied to go with what is called a circumcision. I guess they wanted my penis to look as close to a canine penis as possible, so they had the foreskin removed. Apparantly there's been a lot of fuss over this, about which is better, cut or uncut, or which looks better. I honestly don't care. I like my penis...after all, it's pretty unique. Less than 1% of furs are born with a penis like mine.
"Thank you," I smile, as Kyle gingerly takes my penis in his hand and strokes it gently. He seems to know about the differences between regular penises and mine, because his fingers press the exact places that I find so pleasurable. In response I get hard, quickly reaching my 4inches of length.
"Big for your age, Tyler," Kyle smiles, moving his palm to cup my balls, playing with them tenderly.
"I...I guess so," I reply.
"You're going to make a lot of guys very happy when you're older, pup," he winks, then grins. "Who knows, if you like this, you might make lots of guys happy the way you are now."
I tilt my head sideways a little, a questioning look on my face. "There are lots of guys who would...want to have blowjobs with me?"
Kyle laughs. "There are lots of guys who will want to do more than that, pup. And they'll pay well, too."
I think about the snippets of porn I've seen and I blush furiously.
The german shepherd stands and slides out of his jacket and shirt and scarf and cap and puts them next to my clothes. He's well built, no trace of fat or pudge or anything. He's got so many muscles on his chest and arms, I feel a little inferior to him, with my slim body and thin arms.
"Take off my pants, Tyler," he says, and I unzip him, undoing the button and pulling his pants down, revealing the full measure of his masculinity, framed large and obvious against the straining material of his zebra print bries. There's a small wet spot at the top, and as I stare in awe the shape beneath twitches. I swallow, my eyes wide, as Kyle steps out of his pants and I let them drop to the floor.
"Kiss me, pup, right here," he strokes his bulge.
I hesitate, my young mind in sudden turmoil. Guilt and panic and fear and uncertaintly all war within me, and I feel trapped. This isn't some kind of game. The electricity has left my body, the thrill gone, and all I'm left with is a cold numbness filling my stomach.
Kyle kneels in front of me, his jacket in his hands, and he places it around my shaking shoulders. "It's ok, Tyler, we don't have to continue. You can get dressed and go home if you want." His voice is so smooth and warm and breaks through the confusing maelstrom in my head.
I look into his eyes and feel bad. He was looking forward to this. My lip starts to quiver, and he takes hold of me and pulls me into a warm hug, one of his hands sliding under the jacket to rub my back softly. As I clutch onto him I start to feel relaxed again, my eyes closed, head resting against his broad shoulder. His hand slides down to the small of my back and makes circles there, sliding down a bit lower to caress my buttcheeks.
"You ok, pup?" he whispers into my ear, and I nod against his shoulder.
He releases me and removes his jacket, ruffling my headfur affectionately. He stands again, and I notice his bulge is still there, large and distinct behind those thin zebra-striped walls. I know what he wants me to do, and I move forward before he has to ask again, placing my young lips against that bulge, planting a soft kiss against the throbbing meat held back by a fraction of an inch of material. His maleness quivers in response, and I can't suppress a giggle as I kiss it again.
"That's a good cub, Tyler," Kyle croons as he takes my head in his hand and pulls it a tad more firmly against his crotch. "Be a good pup and lick all along the length, puppy."
I comply, my small tongue lapping at his aroused meat, starting as his balls and working my way up his length to the head, the tip of my tongue making contact with a slightly larger patch of wetness, which tastes slightly salty.
"Yes, right there, Tyler," Kyle sighs, and my tongue laps at the tip of his cock as it leaks his precum into his briefs.
As I continue to lick at him I feel myself grow hard once more, my little cocklet jutting out impudently, striving to meet the actions of it's elder. Above me, I hear Kyle's breathing grow deeper, faster, and he suddenly steps back mid lick. I look up at him, concerned that I've done something wrong.
There's something new in his eyes, an intense burning that is at once frightening and exciting. "You are absolutely amazing, Tyler," he smiles down at me. "Now, pull down my undies."
I nod and turn my attention back to his eager flesh, straining as it is to escape it's prison. The zebra
undies slide quickly down his legs, releasing their captive, which thrusts itself out proudly, saluting me with it's desire to claim my innocence, and mark me with it's need. Kyle's penis is huge! His balls sway ripe and large and full beneath the slab of canine meat above, the knot of his canine muscle veiny and red and I simply stare at the whole thing, and as I do the tip of his cock leaks clear precum, which slides down his shaft to his balls.
"Do you know how to suck a cock, Tyler?" Kyle asks, his dick twitching as he speaks.
My voice catches in my throat and comes out as a squeek-yap-something. I swallow as the german shepherd laughs and takes me under my arms and lifts me up with ease.
Kyle kisses me suddenly, not the soft peck he gave me earlier, but a firmer pressing of muzzle to muzzle, and this time his tongue is not a darting whisper against my lips, but a persistant visitor that pushes between them and slides deep into my mouth, skimming over my tongue, tasting my youth and allowing me a taste of the redolent masculinity that seeks to claim my innocence.
I return the kiss as best I am able, my hands taking hold of his hips and gripping them tightly as we make out, tongues dancing between each other's mouths, our penises quivering with excited anticipation. I feel heady and warm and electrified as we taste each other, and I feel a little dissapointed when Kyle breaks the kiss.
I have little time to reflect on our face sucking, because in the next moment Kyle is on his knees, his muzzle pressed against my tiny balls, his tongue licking up, brushing across that no-man's land between my balls and my tailhole. I giggle, the feeling of wetness there making me squirm. Kyle's tongue moves to my balls, licking them, curling around them, drawing them both into his muzzle, and I gasp as he begins suckling on them, my voice making little moaning sounds as the thrilling sensations flooding my young body.
And then his muzzle is at the tip of my own penis, his tongue barely touching the tip, making me twitch before he takes my length into his mouth, an easy feat for an adult. As Kyle begins sucking on my cock I begin humping into his muzzle, just as I had seen online. He responds by placing both hands on my buttcheeks, squeeing them firmly as his muzzle slides up and down my tender young cocklet.
The feeling is amazing. I've ejaculated before, frantically jerking at my cock as I looked at porn or as I humped my pillow at night, but to have a male's muzzle around my penis blew both of those out of the water. As such, my young body couldn't handle the sensation for long, and I feel myself closing in on my orgasm.
"I...I'm...gonna cum, Kyle," I moan as I hump his muzzle, and then I'm gasping loudly, interspaced with moans and little yaps of pleasure as I spunk into his mouth. My load is tiny, a few spurts of clear liquid, but Kyle tends to my shrinking cock as though I were an adult, with a larger load. He continues to suck on me, licking at my cockhead as he pulls free of my limp cubhood, smiling up at me and licking his lips.
"Nothing like litte cub cum, Tyler," he says, patting my rump.
I smile, though I'm a little embarressed. He's likely used to larger loads. "I don't cum a lot," I say.
Kyle nods. "Not yet, you don't. But you have a gorgeous little cock, and you produce a tasty load, Tyler," he replies. "I've had other cubs, pup, and you measure up to each and every one of them I'll go as far as to say that you're better than a lot of them."
A deep feeling of pride fills me and I grin and blush.
Kyle walks over to the toilet, putting the seats down, and sits, his legs spread, his cock still jutting out majestically. He pats his knee. "Now that you know how to suck cock, come over here and show me how good you are, Tyler."
Now that it's my turn, I feel a little anxious. He's so big and thick. I hesitate a moment, then walk over to him, standing between his legs, my lips pursed in determination. He gave me a blowjob, it's only fair I give him one back. Besides, I said I would, and I've been raised to hold true to my word.
I kneel before him and he smiles warmly. My hands grip his shaft, so small against the hefty shaft before me. I lower my head, opening my mouth, and suck the tip of his cock into my muzzle, using my tongue to caress the underside of his cockhead, just as he did for me. Kyle moans as I start tending to his malehood, and I glance up to see him watching me intently, tongue lolling from the side of his mouth as he savors the feel of my young cub mouth servicing his adult meat.
I taste more of his precum, and like before it is slightly salty, but I'm not put off by it. It tastes ok, actually. I stroke and squeeze the base of his cock as my head bobs up and down on his head, my actions eliciting more moans and sighs of pleasure. Kyle begins humping into my muzzle, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. I open it wider, taking care to ensure my teeth don't brush against his sensitive flesh, but he is so large it starts to hurt, the sides of my mouth aching as I suck.
Suddenly his cock thrusts forward, delving deep into the back of my throat, his knot pressed against my lips and my eyes spring wide open tearfully as I gag on his cock, choking and pulling back quickly, his cock sliding from my mouth as I grab my throat and cough and gasp in air.
Kyle takes my head in his hands and lifts my face upwards, so I can see his eyes. He seems guilty, and his voice is apologetic and soothing. "I'm so sorry, Tyler, I forgot you're not used to this." He ruffles my headfur. "With practice you'll be able to take an adult's cock ALL the way down your throat without gagging like that. You see, pup, it's called a gag reflex. When something goes too far back you start to choke and feel like throwing up, but with practice you can ignore it."
I nod, taking it in. He's explaining sex to me like I'm just another guy, not merely a 10 year old cub.
"What should I practice on, Kyle?" I ask, regaining my composure.
Kyle chuckles. "Eager 'lil tyke arn't ya? Look, I'll explain after we're done here. How's that sound?"
I nod and turn my attention back to his cock. I want to know more. And to know more, I need to make this adult cum. I lower my head to his member once more and start sucking his cock as best I can, drawing on my recent blowjob experience, and from what I've seen in pornos. Soon I have Kyle panting in need, and a heady musky scent fills my nostrils. This must be what an adult smells like, I figure.
My young husky head bobs up and down on his cock, tongue lapping at the underside of his shaft, sucking and slurping at his meaty rod as precum continues to ooze from his cockhead onto my tongue and lips, and I lick them, savoring the taste, and swallow eagerly.
I kneel there for many minutes, and it amazes me how he can control his need so well. I shot my load very quickly. I figure he must be really enjoying himself and wants to keep it going as long as possible. I have to take short breaks every half a minute or so cos my mouth still aches from stretching around his girth, but Kyle just strokes himself as I adjust my jawbone and muscles to relax them.
Then my mouth is back in place, giving head to an adult I don't know in a bathroom stall in the middle of a park. At that moment, a noise outside startles both of us and we freeze as somefur enters the restroom. I start to pull off Kyle's cock but his hand holds me firm, his cock firmly entrenched in my muzzle. I swallow as we both listen to the sound of pee hitting a urinal, and then Kyle humps slowly into me again, pushing my head down further on his shaft, and I take this to mean I should continue. Silently, carefully, I continue to service the german shepherd's cock, sucking him off as a couple feet away a fur is blissfully unaware of everything but his own peeing.
The fur leaves shortly after a brief stop at the washbasins, and once Kyle is sure he is gone, his moaning starts up again.
"Good boy," Kyle pants, humping shallowly into my mouth, his cock warm and slick and twitching under my care, and the german shepherd's moans take on a more frantic cadence as he growls;"Don't swallow, Tyler." I know that type of moaning. I know what he's about to do, and I redouble my efforts, happily sucking his cock as though it were my favorite thing in all the world. I want him to be happy with me, so I do my best to be a good cocksucker.
The first spurt of cum that splatters against the roof of my mouth takes me by surprise. It is far more salty than the precum, and is somewhat slimy. It also tastes a lot more potent, and I can't help but wrinkle my nose as I try and get used to this stuff spurting into my mouth in jets, Kyle's unffing as he spills his seed filling the restroom. Kyle has a huge load, and the cummy stickness starts to build up in my muzzle, but I don't swallow. I caress his jerking cock with my tongue and lips until with a loud sigh of relief he pulls his slick, still engorged cock from my mouth.
"Open," he pants, his eyes dancing with a wild inner fire as he strokes himself. I comply, showing him the pearly white spunk that he has so lustfully deposited into my young maw. "Swirl it around," he grunts, and I do, using my tongue to move the cum around, wetting my lips with the stickyness and smiling up at him.
"You're a great little cocksucker, puppy," he grins. "Now swallow my cum like a good little cocksucking cub."
I gulp it down and wince. The taste is strong and strange and I'm not sure if I like it.
"You'll get used to the taste too, Tyler," Kyle chuckles, standing and stretching, his cock deflating before my eyes.
I stand as well, and Kyle pulls me into an embrace. The smell of musk and sex and cum is heavy in my nostrils, but I hold the adult dog tight as we share silence and peace. I don't even consider the fact that we are naked.
Kyle shifts and pats my head and walks over to his clothes. He looks at my white briefs lying on the floor and he stoops to pick them up, bringing them to his nostrils and sniffing deeply. He lets out a sigh of pleasure and turns to me. "Tyler, can I keep your underpants?"
I blink. Why would he want to keep my tighty whities? "Why?" my wide eyed innocence in sharp contrast to the innocence lost in the act we just shared.
"To remember you by," he smiles.
I think about this, and then say;"Ok. You can keep them. Can I keep yours?"
He looks nervous. "Um...Tyler, it might not be a good idea to have an adult's underpants in your drawers. Your folks might find them and ask about them, and we want to keep all this a secret. Nofur can find out."
I grin broadly. I know all about secrets. "I can keep a secret, Kyle. I have a very secret place I keep things. Nofur knows about it. I will keep your underpants there. Nofur will ever see them or find them. Please?"
The german shepherd stoops again to pick up his zebra undies and tosses them to me. I catch them, and, like him, lift them to my nose and sniff. I smell his muskyness on them, the scent of his maleness, the scent of his precum.
"Thank you," I smile, and Kyle smiles back.
"You should put them in a ziplock bag. The scent will last longer."
I ponder this for a moment, then move closer to the german shepherd, holding the zebra undies against his crotch, his cock still slick from cum and spit, and rub them against him. With more of his scent on the underpants, i figure, they should retain his scent longer.
Kyle watches me with curious interest, then pulls on his clothes, and I follow suit. He folds up my little briefs and tucks carefully into a pocket, and I do the same with his. He then hands me the remaining notes, which I take and hold almost reverently. So much cash. I've never had that much before. I only get 10 bucks a week and it's always spent before the week is out.
"So you said there other guys who will pay me for blowjobs?" I ask, raising my eyes to meet his.
Kyle nods. "Oh yes, and the better you suck, the more you make. You can make even more money than that, pup," he winks knowingly, and I'm hooked. I gotta know.
"How?" I ask in amazement.
"If you let guys fuck you, they tend to pay more than just a blowjob."
Nothing has ever gone into my tailhole before. I wonder if it's as easy as sucking cock. "Is fucking as easy as blowjobs?" I had to ask.
The dog shakes his head. "Definitely not. You have to practice at that. It can hurt a lot if you arn't used to it."
That reminds me of the gag reflex Kyle mentioned. "How do I practice getting fucked? And how do I stop my...gag reflex."
The canine looks startled, his eyes widening. He obviously hasn't had such an open and frank conversation about sex with a cub before. Or maybe the other cubs he's been with havn't been as inquisitive as me.
Kyle leans back against the wall. "Ok, pup, I'll give you some pointers." He can't help but match my smile with one of his own. My youthful exuberance in this has certainly perked his interest. "For the gag reflex, just push things as far back in your throat as you can. Use a carrot or zucchini, the size of an adult cock. Don't use anything sharp. You can also use a carrot or zucchini for practicing being fucked. Just use some vaseline on it and your tailhole to make it all slippery, then insert it. It will take time, and it can hurt at first. Just keep practicing."
I soak up this information as though I'm reading a much loved book. My eyes are wide and shining and I have so many questions. "How do I find other guys?" I ask.
Kyle tilts his head to the side as he regards me with renewed interest, and thinks. "That is hard. You see, adults and cubs arn't supposed to have sex together. What we did today, I would get into a lot of trouble, which is why it has to be a secret." I nod and purse my lips and making the zipper and keylock sign, at which the canine chuckles. "Guys won't advertise that they want a cub on their cock. It's looked down upon. There are places that deal in providing guys with cubs, but a lot of those will take advantage of you, hurt you. You can hang around on dark street corners and if you're lucky guys might stop and ask you to come with them. But don't trust anyone. Not even the nice looking guys. Only trust yourself."
"I trust you," I say, my naivety coming to play. "You're nice looking, and you're nice too."
Kyle smiles at that, though it is tinged with sadness. "You shouldn't trust me, Tyler. You should never trust an adult who wants to have sex with you. Now, I really am one of the nice ones. I wouldn't hurt you at all. But don't think that just because I was nice, others will be too. You never know."
The money is still in my hands. I stuff it into a pocket. Kyle comes over to me and kneels, bringing himself to my level. He takes my head in his hands and presses his lips to mine, and we kiss, using our tongues to lick and lap and probe.
"You're one of a kind, Tyler," he whispers.
"You can call me Ty," I say. After all, I like this guy. He's been nice to me, treated me well, treated me better than an adult usually treats a cub. I'm like his equal or something.
He seems taken aback. "Thank you, Ty," he smiles. "I really wish I could stay. I would love to get to know you better."
"Will I ever see you again?"
Kyle stares at me for long seconds before shrugging apologetically. "I really don't know, pup. I would like to, if I'm ever back this way."
It hits me suddenly. "I have email," I offer up hopefully, and Kyle smiles again. He smiles a lot when he looks at me. I like his smile.
The german shepherd pulls out his phone. It's one of the fancy ones, with internet access. "What is it?" he asks, and he enters it into his phone as I tell him. "Thank you again, Ty. You know, you've been absolutely amazing. I want to thank you even more for that. Here," he puts his phone away and pulls out his wallet, snagging a single note from it and handing it to me.
I accept with heart pounding excitement, for the note he hands me is a 50! A 50! I am in awe and shock. "Really?" I gasp.
"You deserve it, pup. But now I have to go. It's time I was heading out."
I nod and follow him out the stall, waiting as he peers around the corner to ensure the coast is clear.
"Wait a minute before leaving," he says.
I nod and tug on his sleeve as he makes to leave. He stops and turns and looks at me. "Thank you, Kyle." I say, throwing myself onto him in a hug. He hugs me back, chuckling affectionately, and then leaves.
Watching him walk out the door is pretty somber. I really liked him. I wait the minute and then exit the restroom. My eyes move immediately to the bench, but it, like the park, is empty. I look around, but see no sign of the german shepherd. I circle the restroom, scanning the park, the roads, the treeline where the woods meet the park, but I see nofur.
With scented zebra underpants in my one pocket, and a hundred and fifty in cash in the other, I make my way home. My heart is beating fast. There is a lot I need to do. There is a lot I need to investigate. I'm going to be on the internet a lot tonight, looking for information. My dad likes to use the phrase "Forewarned is forearmed", and in light of what Kyle told me, I will need to be.
Because I want to explore this whole sex thing. I enjoyed it. It felt amazing! The cum didn't taste so great, but Kyle said that would change. Plus I want to try fucking myself with stuff. If I can make this much money just sucking a guy's cock, I can only imagine how much I can make if I go all the way.
Looking back, I have to wonder how much of what Kyle said was sincere, and how much was mere manipulation to get a 10 year old cub to suck his cock and swallow his cummy load. I like to think there was some sincerity to him, but even if he was just using me, I felt good, and were it not for his lusts, I wouldn't be here now, 2 years later, with a lot more experience under the belt.
I see you're still here. Can I assume you want to know more? More of what happened to me during those 2 years? The guys I was with, the things I've done with them, for them? Don't worry, I won't charge ya. Stories are free.
It's my body you have to pay for.
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