The Book Signing Debacle (completed)
finally tacked a little smut to the end of this story. credits to being done with summer class. hopefully you guys enjoy it...thank you for being patient. Feedback is always appreciated in any kind of form :)
It's really early, so I'm not going to check for mistakes. If you find any, I'd appreciate it if you let me know. Hopefully I'll find some time in 12 or so hours. I hope everybody is having a good summer.
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It's another cold day. Something I've grown used to after moving up here. The mountains tend to be cold at night year round, but I honestly didn't expect the days to be so shitty. I moved up here for school. This place I supposed to be a party town but I tend to find myself staying home these days more often than not. I mean honestly, why should I go out and get wasted every night? It's not something I enjoy doing. I hate hangovers. I hate the taste of beer. I'd rather just stay in. Really, I guess I'd rather find a boyfriend. But I guess one of those things requires coming out. I guess I should probably explain further. I'm gay. I'm pretty regular though, I don't feel gay. I just love the cock. I've fucked a fur, been fucked, played around with my best friend, had sex with a girl. The last one isn't very gay, I was pretty curious that week. I still think vagina is disgusting but to each their own I guess. I mean if I was walking around with GOD HATES THIS signs, I'd run out of trees for signs. I'm pretty sure there's a bible verse for just about anything people say god said he didn't like.
I remember when I hit puberty and my sex drive magically appeared. It's pretty generic but I think my desire for boy furs was fueled by fucking around with my best friend. I didn't know what we were doing but I liked it. Now I'm a college fur with no direction beyond a career idea. Though, I have gotten into reading more often. Mostly philosophical works that transcend ideas my mind can grasp. But the fun in reading them is that I can't understand them. That probably doesn't make a lot of sense, but it's what helps me sleep at night.
But yeah, not much up here beyond the parties and air headed students. I'd love to take jabs at people relying on daddy's money, but I'm one of them to an extent... So even though I do have loans, I can't really say anything. I'm just going to try to focus on the week ahead. Class and a workout... come to think about it, there's actually a book signing for my favorite author this week. Supposedly the fur sticks around and talks to the people afterwards, and is gay. Yes, that is where I'd like this to go, and he's a fairly good looking lion. Not sure of which sort. It's just what I've been told by people on the online community I look at occasionally for more reads. While I can't promise anything special I really just want to see what the fur is like in real life. So i'll probably end up going to that. I'm so accustomed to living in the south it's not often I get to meet a real live gay! I guess that's a bit of sarcasm... There's furs around here and I guess I'm sort of rambling now, but I figure now is a better time than ever.
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I had a pretty fucking regular week 'til the book signing. I'm not gonna lie, I am kind of pissed. I went to the signing, clearly I guess... The fur was a complete prick. I've never met somebody more full of themselves. It's after, he's just hanging out in the bookstore, taking questions, whatever. Well, I asked him what made him want to write and how could a fur like me get into doing something like what he does. He responded smugly, "A fur like you? What kind of fur are you? You look like you might be a bit of a fag. I don't know if somebody like you could write work like mine without a more masculine mindset." I was dressed fairly well. I guess. But I hadn't even given it a second thought. Not in a way that it could make me look less heterosexual... or more... whatever... I felt neutral... But he pissed me off. And I hit him. Then said, "How is that for masculine you prick?"
Did you know that book signings have police enforced security sometimes? Or nearby police? So I had to call my best friend to bail me out with money from my hidden stash under my underwear. I enjoyed the 30 minute scolding on the ride back to my place from the county jail. Mildly embarrassing. I told her why I got so worked up. Something to the effect of he called me a faggot. Katie is a smart cat, and a psychology student and can read me like a book. Deadly mix for emotional me. She looked at me plainly and said, "Well... are you?..." The car got quiet. I looked at the floor. I think she had her answer. But that didn't mean she wasn't done prying. "Will..."... I didn't respond. "Will...?"... I was pretty choked up. You know, when if you say anything it'll come out broken because you feel like you're about to cry from emotion. "Dude... Will... Really? Like... For serious?"... She didn't say anything to me the rest of the ride.
We got back to our chilled apartment. I don't really know how she felt. We don't know that many gay people, other than the girls who kiss girls while they're shit faced. And maybe a flamer here and there. But our school is fairly large, and it's not like we're seeking out the gays I guess. I'm still not sure what she's thinking. She hasn't said anything to me in a day. But I've been pinned up in my room. I need to go drink. I don't normally, but this is definitely a bar kind of Saturday night. I just need to get gone and put myself into a mood where nothing matters. For the record, I do not condone drinking away your sorrows. But sometimes, you just don't give a fuck.
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Me drinking. It's embarrassing shit. I don't recall the night at all. The few people I was with had to recap it for me. I felt like I'd just turned 21 again while being retold. Oh, and it turns out Katie was okay with it. Or just ignoring it, because we hadn't bar hopped in ages and she was up for some fun. Or she's a closet alcoholic and just loves to drink.
We took a cab out to bar street. The place is always elaborately themed based on the next coming holiday. Valentines day in the middle of January... it's pretty I guess, but christ. Just gag me so I don't vomit from the overflowing cuteness everywhere. Pink streamers. Girls with cupid wings walking about. I guess do whatever it takes to stand out. Or make money... there's a stand for wings... I laughed to myself and kept walking.
We went into the first bar and started a tab. I'm friends with the bartender and I always tip well. And have the parental credit card handy, so Katie and I are loved. Shots. Shots. Shots. Shots. Shots. And then it gets fuzzy... Apparently I asked for some sort of fruity drink and she called me a fag and laughed. I don't know where that cat gets her tolerance for this shit, but according to her she was still fine and had just become my baby sitter. Until I called her a bitch and walked into the bathroom and didn't come out. Bitch always gets sensitive if you call her a bitch.
So there's about an hour or two of time unaccounted for. I phase back in, have a shot, piss in a corner unnoticed, then pay and walk out. I get to the next bar and phase back out. As I'm told by my friend David who saw me at the bar and noted I was alone- I started talking with a lion with a black eye. Supposedly, for a drunk I'm fairly intelligent. A lot of big words, slightly slurred speech. If I didn't have the smell of alcohol and the lean of a legless fur I could've passed for sober. I asked the fur if he was a boxer or something and mentioned something about him having nice muscles as my friend tells me. Then the fur said he'd help me get back to my apartment.
I phase back in for a moment and find myself in a cab seated beside an attractive lion. It took me a moment to realize who it was. I guess I was too drunk for the shock, because I went right back out into zombie mode. We went back up to his hotel room. In my drunken stupor I'd become a dominant top and as soon as we got in the door I shoved the lion to the bed. I attempted to shed my clothes but needed help, and received it. Then forced the lion on my cock.
Even though I was drunk I knew that I at least didn't want to have a cliche experience. That didn't stop me from saying in my firmest voice ,"Lick it, bitch." to the struggling lion. My cock may not be the longest but it's wide enough to cause any talented cocksucker some minor problems. I grabbed the remote so I'd have an easier time tuning out the lewd slurping noises. For whatever reason, I kept wanting to laugh at the sounds and the situation but somehow better judgement prevailed.
The head kept bobbing up and down and brilliant paw work was being mixed in. He'd started to play with my balls while stroking the base. The big cat started purring while doing it. I could feel the mild vibrations from the purring adding to the effect of the awesome blow job I was getting.
I felt that familiar feeling and started nearing completion. I paused and decided I could always do this more than once, so I didn't need to hold it in. I grabbed his head and pushed it further down on my cock. He didn't gag, so I kept going. He started working his tongue around it while I was pushing down. I felt his lips against my fur and exploded in the back of his throat. My cock was bucking in sync with my hips, my paws were still at the back of his head keeping him in position and he showed no signs of letting up. He was still working my balls but I noticed a finger slipped in my ass, playing with my spot and prolonging the orgasm.
Definitely not very dominant but I got over it and continued where I left off. My orgasm subsided and I flipped him over, shook my dick til it was hard and told him to bite the pillow. With the mixture of spit and a little bit of cum as lube, I pushed against his backdoor 'til the tip slipped in.
He groaned loudly and I started pushing in more... The further I went in the easier it became... He had to have been playing with his self before coming out... dirty slut. I pulled out and flipped him over for eye contact so I could see the look on his face as I asked, "Why does it feel like you're pre-lubed?" Even now, while we were naked and hot I could still tell his face turned a darker shade of red. He stuttered as he spoke with a fairly cute, innocent facial expression. "I... I wa...I was playing with a toy earlier." You'd think he wouldn't have been embarrassed by it, but I guess being plugged by a guy you teased for being gay earlier then had arrested would put anybody in a jittery mood.
I felt a little bad but I remembered who he was and why I was being an ass hole. I looked him in the eye, gave my best toothy smile and asked "How do I compare up to your toy, cuntboy?" Then I put my cock back in him, he whined like a puppy and I started trying to continue loosening his hole.
A few minutes later we were fucking rhythmically I started rubbing the tip of his cock for precum and put the finger in his mouth. With the other hand i put his hands up against the headboard locked into position to keep him from touching himself. Since I'd already finished once before, lasting was no magic task.
After about 20 minutes of that the room started spinning and I remembered I was still drunk. My legs were starting to give out as well, so I pulled out and laid on the bed. I said, "Sit on it. Now use me like I'm your toy." He slowly started moving up and down, riding my cock like a mechanical bull. I paused and enjoyed the show. I told him he could take over, as I was starting to fade out. He started teasing my nipples and rubbing my stomach. Whispering in a sexy voice ,"You know I like it. fuck me, fuck me harder baby." I didn't know I enjoyed dirty talking so much, but I did. I exchanged quiet enjoyment for groaning and grunting, again finding myself becoming involved in the dirty, hot deed.
I gripped his sides and sat back up and started driving it home. He started kissing me while hopping up and down on my cock. Each up and down motion he'd moan a bit longer. I started slowing up, gripped him and plowed it home. He finally lost it and started releasing hot seed all over the two of us. It shot a couple feet in the air and got on my face. He licked it off and then started kissing me while teasing my nipple and I was sent over the edge for the second time.
My hot cum went right into his ass. We were both panting, trying to catch our breath as the cum started to dribble out and slide down my cock. I waited a little bit for some more cum to appear and stood up and told him to suck. Sure enough, he did. At this point, I couldn't tell if he thought I was kinky or dominant but I didn't care. I read the clock as five twenty-three in the morning and decided I was going to crash. I kissed him on the forehead and started to drift into sleep.
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So yeah. All in all, an okay week I guess. Came out to a friend... sort of... Got arrested... Went out and drank too much causing blackouts. All that really matters is that I got to plug the guy that pissed me off. Taking my frustration out on his ass just made me feel better, even if I'm not really into being completely dominant. I've always been a fan of poetic justice and I know that guy had that coming to him, even if he did enjoy it.