Cuddling In The Cadi
First story I've written in a while. It contains gay furry sex, so if you don't like that sort of thing, look somewhere else. The characters are mine, the story is mine, don't change it and don't take credit for it. The paragraphs were much bigger before and still seem a little beefy in parts, so let me know if they're much too big.
It had probably been a bad idea to head out at one AM in the morning to get some Denny's. It would have been a bad idea, even if the roads weren't slick with ice and snow from a storm the day before. What made it a truly stupid idea was going twenty miles away from campus, out of the small college town on the seldom traveled country roads to get to one a town over. They'd barely gotten four miles when it began to snow, six before it started to come down in thick pillowy sheets that were near impossible to see through.
"Shit." Kurt muttered as he let his foot off the gas pedal, resting it on the brake. The rat didn't think it'd start coming down in such a torrent given how clear the skies had been that evening. "How much can be left up there?" He wondered aloud in an exasperated voice, letting his body slump forward until his pink nose was resting on the blue rubber of the steering wheel. A slim hand came to rest on his shoulder, it's fingers squeezing at the flesh between his neck and shoulder.
"Whole lot, I guess." Benji's voice was soft, quiet, even in the still and solidly enclosed cabin of the old Cadillac.
"Guess this means we ain't gettin' any patty melts tonight." Kurt lifted his head up off the wheel and looked to his right at the fox who's green eyes were staring out across what he could see of the car's blue hood.
"What are we going to do?" Benji murmured, leaning back in his seat with his fluffy tail curled across his thighs and belly. There was little danger of either of them freezing to death as long as the car was running, and even then Benji had a rather nice ( and not to mention expensive ) winter jacket. It complimented him rather nicely and didn't get in the way like an over padded nylon jacket some in the area seemed so fond of in the winter months. Kurt had just grabbed an old black sweater pulled over a thin t-shirt. As long as the wind wasn't blowing or there wasn't any severe weather going on, the rat often didn't need a jacket and was going to leave his sweater behind before Benji nagged him into putting it on.
"We can't stay on the road or we might get hit, but we can't see anything in here." Kurt turned to lean across the big front seat, opening up the glove box to dig out a beefy metal flashlight. A quick flick of the thumb over the switch told him it still had plenty of juice left.
"What are you- You're going outside in that?!" Benji's voice shifted rapidly from muted curiosity to surprise.
"I can see better out there, and find a place where we can park the car. Trust me, I'll be fine." Before Benji could even voice another objection, Kurt had already shifted the car into park and stepped out into the storm. Benji scooted over in the seat and took hold of the steering wheel, fidgeting slightly as he watched Kurt walk out in front of the headlights of the car. The rat's chin length, straight black hair was blowing in the spiteful wind, and not five feet ahead of the car the slim six foot tall male was almost invisible. The dark grey of his fur and black clothing wasn't helping much, but the stark white of the snow actually helped a bit in that regard.
Though it wasn't long, maybe all of ten minutes, it certainly felt like forever to Benji. Watching Kurt battle the storm as the car crept forward behind him, he almost jumped with surprise when the rat stopped and shined the light at something Benji couldn't see. For the first time he looked back at the car, waving his hand forward and pointing. Benji took the cue and drove the car forward with a bit of unease and caution, unfamiliar with a car the size and weight of the Cadilack. As soon as he drove past Kurt, the rat started slapping the rear passenger window and waving his hands. Benji jumped in his seat and stopped, carefully working the shifter into park.
He hardly had time to roll to a stop before Kurt jumped into the back of the car. The rat slammed the door behind him, muttering a long stream of curses, his hands clutching at his upper arms. "Jesus Christ Kurt!" Benji crawled over the top of the front seat and onto the broad leather backseat, reaching out a hand to feel the rat's sweater. It was soaked, and a quick reach under Kurt's shirts told him it had gone through to his short fur.
"You're wet and freezing!" The fox exclaimed, a slight bit of panic setting into his voice as got a look at Kurt's ears. The flesh was starting to pale, and the rat's tail wasn't fairing much better.
"I'm fine! We had to find a place t-to pull o-over or we could have gotten h-h-hit." Kurt's shivering was starting to affect his speech and breathing, amplifying the worry that his boyfriend felt for him.
"Strip!" Benji ordered, turning to lean up over the front seat to flip the heat onto full blast. Kurt had barely gotten his shirt up over his head when he felt Benji's paws yanking at his pants, unbuttoning his fly and unzipping it. He rolled his hips as best he could to accommodate Benji as the fingers curled into his waistband at his sides, grabbing his boxers and jeans together. Both were forcefully yanked down past his knees, his boots only a momentary delay. The fox made short work of them, leaving them on the floor of the car along with Kurt's jeans and boxers. The rat finally struggled off his heavy wet sweater and shirt, throwing them onto the floor with the rest of his clothes with a resounding wet 'thump'.
Benji had already started stripping when the sweater hit the floor, and Kurt watched as more and more of the fox's thick, almost fluffy, soft fur came into view. Though he wasn't a total weakling and only a few inches shorter than Kurt, the fox didn't carry his muscle nearly as well. The lean body of the rat would be considered beefy against the slim form of the fox, who some might even consider bony. Half staring at the form of his lover's body, half dazed, Kurt sat with a blank, loopy expression on his face as the last of Benji's clothing slid down his ankles.
The bare fox then instantly lunged at him, drawing a yelp of surprise from the slow rat as the warm, soft fur of the fox enveloped his body from his front side and the warm leather of the seat pressed against his back. Gradually he felt the warmth radiate back into his body as he stared into Benji's eyes, unwilling or unable to disturb the silence of the car's cabin. The gentle plinking of tiny hail pellets on the roof and windows along with the steady huffing of the heater made him relax, a calming white noise accompanied by their breathing.
"You're so stupid sometimes." Benji whispered with no malice, nor any annoyance in his voice or bared on his expression. His green eyes were locked onto Kurt's blue eyes, the rat staring right back at him.
"You're the one that asked me out back then. It's your own stupid fault." Kurt replied in a murmur, his voice without the shivering tremors it had earlier. Kurt's paws crept up from the seat to slide around Benji's body, his fingers splayed out to part and run through the silky fur of the fox's sides and lower back.
"I love you." Benji whispered so quietly that were it not for his large ears, Kurt might not have heard his words over the blasting heater vents. Kurt opened his mouth as if to speak, but he simply settled for smiling at the vulpine laying on top of him. One of Benji's paws lifted up to curl against the back of Kurt's chilly right ear, the flesh still clammy even in the increasingly torrid interior of the car. "You can get frostbite really easy if we don't get warm these up."
"Hey, if you've got an idea... " Kurt grunted as Benji responded by sliding up his body, one knee on either side of Kurt's stomach on the seat beneath him.
Before the rat could ask him what he was doing, the fox's muzzle parted and he rolled his rough tongue across the smooth surface of the rat's large ear. The difference of the cold he'd felt only moments ago versus the comparatively searing heat of Benji's tongue was more than enough to make Kurt squirm, his fingers clenching handfuls of Benji's fur as the fox toyed with him.
"Jesus C-Christ." Kurt's moans came out quietly under a shaking breath, a shiver tracing it's way down his spine as Benji switched from ear to ear. His ears were wet with the fox's saliva now, nipped at by his teeth, warmed with every breath that Benji let wash over them, and teased by every drag of his tongue. It was Benji's turn to gasp when he felt the rat's rapidly growing erection flop out of his sheath and across the lower half of his backside, the pulsating dick lodging itself in his ass crack.
"How are you going to keep warm if you keep all that hot blood in your dick instead of your body? You're just going to get cold again." Benji murmured, leaning up on his elbows to grin at the rat beneath him, his short blonde bangs hanging near his eyes.
"Maybe I'll just have to stick it somewhere warm." Kurt replied without missing a beat, his fingers leaving the fox's side to dig into cracks where the seat's bottom portion met the back.
The car was one of their favorite make out spots, mostly as a matter of privacy but also because of it's spacious interior and broad seats. It beat the hell out of Benji's Civic, at least. It didn't take much digging at all before Kurt's fingers plucked out a roll of condoms and a small bottle of lube hidden away for just such an occasion.
"Let me." Benji whispered, snatching them away from the rat as soon as he dangled them in front of the fox's face. Benji carefully swung his leg over the rat's body and slid off the seat, kneeling on the damp clothing while fumbling in the dark. Kurt reached up and flipped on the cabin light just as Benji tore open one of the foil packages. The condom bounced off the seat and onto the floor, and after some searching and laughing Benji found the little latex ring once more. Kurt watched the fox over his stomach as he moved one of his legs aside, resting one foot on the floor to give Benji a little more room between his legs. He curled his arms behind his head for support, waiting more anxiously than he'd be willing to admit for the fox to make his move.
He wasn't left waiting long. For the second time that night he felt the fox's tongue, this time lapping across his weighty balls so thoroughly that Kurt considered it a tongue bath every time Benji went for them. Not an inch of the musky fur was left untouched by the fox's tongue, swirling and sliding across his balls with the slow and careful precision of a feline bathing itself. The rat was hardly a porn star, certainly not by his own species' standards : but rats were known for their overly large testicles and Kurt's body certainly didn't disappoint. They were just under the size of baseballs, and it drove the fox nuts for reasons Kurt just couldn't understand.
There were days the vulpine had spent hours insistently licking and sucking at his balls without ever asking for Kurt to even touch him, especially when they'd been apart for a while or otherwise busy. One of Benji's black gloved paws reached up to grab at his dick, squeezing it just behind the head as the latex touched against the tip of Kurt's prick. Kurt tried his best to restrain his moans to low croons of delight as Benji's slender fingers rolled the latex down his dick, all the while his other paw was massaging his balls and his tongue was lapping at the root of his dick.
"Keep that up and I'm going to blow that condom right out of your hand." Kurt threatened in a husky tone. Benji simply smirked and kept toying with him as the condom slid downwards, gradually working it's way down his fleshy pink dick until all eight inches were coated in off white latex. Benji leant back after giving the tip of Kurt's dick a light, tongueless kiss, grinning as he popped the top off the bottle of lube. He squirted a liberal amount onto his paw then leered at Kurt as his fingers encircled his dick, applying just enough pressure for his grip to be felt. The paw dropped at a creeping speed, all the while the two lovers watched both one another and the rat's prick, the fox's black furred paw clashing against the white of the rubber.
"You love it when I jerk you off with my nose between your legs, don't you?" Benji murmured with a sly grin, the normally shy fox becoming bolder by the moment, his tone growing almost slutty.
"Yes." Kurt huffed, his head rolling back a little as Benji clenched his fist around his cock without warning. The fox's paw only got firmer and firmer in it's grip, as if every inch it fell across tightened a screw somewhere on the vice like hand.
By the time it had reached his base again, Kurt was left panting, sweating, and barely keeping himself from pumping his hips into the fox's paw. The vulpine let go of Kurt's dick as he started to climb up onto the seat again, carefully swinging a leg over the rat's midsection. He wiped his wet paw off on Kurt's stomach and leant forward with a paw on either side of his chest to brace himself, hiking his tail just enough to let the rat's erection slide under it as he eased himself backwards.
The pressure built against the fox's back door slowly, gathering at the point where the broad tip of the rat's dick met the center of his tailhole. Kurt might not have been the longest guy on campus, but his impressive girth could be both a boon and an an obstacle in the sack. Benji wasn't terribly experienced before they had met, and even after they had started having sex at regular ( often frequent ) intervals he still had some problems from time to time.
"Take it easy." Kurt urged him, even as his body and his baser instincts called to him to grab the fox's hips and slam him down on his dick.
"There isn't anything about taking you that's easy." Benji murmured back with an almost nervous laugh, spreading his knees just a little bit more as he gradually eased down bit by bit.
For all the care and emphasis placed on taking it slow, for all the effort put into a hopefully fluid and subtle penetration : It just didn't work out. When the tight ring of Benji's flesh finally gave way to the head of the rat's cock, the shock of pleasure and pain sent a ripple through Benji's nerves and his mind. His legs wavered and quaked, then gave way a second later, his body impaling itself on the spear of flesh he'd been tentatively sitting on. The resistance of Benji's flesh just couldn't stand against the rigidity of Kurt's combined with the irrefutable force of gravity, and before he knew it the fox had taken nearly all eight inches of rat meat right up his ass.
The fox slumped forward with his paws on Kurt's chest, his claws digging right through the male's short, thin fur and into the flesh just above his collar bone. The pain of the blunt claws pressing at his skin was nothing compared to the pleasure of being balls deep in the sweet ass of his boyfriend, the chill of the night long since replaced by the heat of his lover's body both inside and out. The rat and the fox moaned together in long, drawn out howls of pleasure accompanied by gasps for breath.
The fox's body slumped forward across Kurt's chest and stomach, his dick leaving dabs of precum in his grey belly fur wherever the tip tapped against Kurt's body. There were only muttered words, praises for each other and murmured calls to God as they gathered their senses eye-to-eye. Leaning forward with his elbows prodding at Kurt's sides, Benji met his boyfriend's lips and looked into his eyes as their tongues twisted and lashed against one another. By the time the kiss ended both boys were more breathless than when they started it, with the fox panting for air against Kurt's neck and the rat casting his breath across Benji's left ear.
"I don't think I'm going to last too long when you start moving." Kurt whispered into Benji's triangular ear, his prominent, ever-sharpened teeth glancing across the tender flesh on the edge. Benji laughed and turned his head just enough to look him in the eyes, giving him a peck on the side of his muzzle.
"If you ever really lasted that long, I'd probably be a lot looser by now."
Despite the feelings of pleasure circulating throughout his body, Kurt could only laugh and take a moment to force a come back from his lips. "If you were looser I'd have stopped fucking you."
"Liar." Benji murmured as he sat back up on the rat's 'lap', looking him in the eyes with a loving, bemused gaze. "You'd fuck me if I had a storm drain under my tail." Kurt smiled, a small shiver racing down his spine as the fox sat up and his dick sunk back another inch or two into his ass.
"I love you." Kurt murmured, lifting his lengthy tail up to coil loosely around the fox's stomach like a languid python.
"I know." Came the fox's response without missing a beat, just a moment before he began to rise up inch by inch. The first lift of the male's hips were always slow when he was riding Kurt like that : it teased him, it made him want the descent of the fox's body all the more and gave the fox much needed time to adjust his body to the wide dick inside of him. He didn't need to rise much, nor did he ever tend to aside from when he was drunk or feeling particularly adventurous. There was something to be said for full, ass spreading thrusts that Kurt would tend to give whenever he had the fox bent over a chair or on all fours in his dorm room.
To be taken however the more dominant male chose was typically what he liked. There was something else entirely to straddling the rat and sliding down on his dick, fully able to watch the effects that every little quiver of his body had on the one beneath his own, to control the rhythm and flow of their love making completely, to be strangely submissive and yet dominant at the same time.
Both knew what was coming when Benji came to a stop about halfway up Kurt's prick, the oh so sensual friction gradually fading away until he was stopped. Kurt's fingers brushed up and down on his sides, his thumbs just long enough to rub against Benji's tummy while his fingers scratched the slim stretch of Benji's back where it narrowed into the form of his hips. Kurt was in no rush at that point, he had no need to grab Benji and slam him down on his dick. There was nothing to do in the car but spend time with his lover, not a chance of being interrupted, not a possibility of being found out in the blinding snow.
As soon as Benji started to fall, Kurt's hands clasped around his hips and his fingernails bit into the fur and skin just below the small of Benji's back. Both lovers cried out in unison as the fox's hips struck downwards with a needy swiftness, heedless to any harm or pain that might come of the abrupt and passionate movement. After a period of slow teasing and playful foreplay, there was no more build up, no more reluctance or timidity in either of them. There was only a fast, hard style of love, a love that seldom lasted longer than five minutes but one that was often repeated until they were spent or the lube and rubbers ran dry.
Words were left behind along with any displays of affection, no calls of love, no murmured promises. Only the two of them pulling at each other's fur, the two of them desperately throwing their hips forward to meet the other, the two of them making the mammoth car rock like a giant metal cradle. Benji's eyes were squeezed shut and a grimace pulled across his face whenever his muzzle wasn't hung open and moaning, shouting out his pleasure as his ass fell on Kurt's dick over and over again with reckless passion. Kurt's moans rivaled his lover's in volume but surpassed him in tone, a deeper, throatier and more masculine tone than the fox could hope to muster.
His hands alternated between hurriedly shoving the fox upwards and pushing him right back down again before, repeating the cycle once more as soon as the fox's ass cheeks fell on his balls. The moans reverberating off the glass, the incessant huffing of the heater vents and the steady, lewd, wet sound of the rat's dick slamming home, the howling of the wind outside... It'd have all been deafening to anyone that was there besides the two, if they managed to peel their eyes off the couple for more than a few seconds. Their mouths ran dry even as their fur slickened with sweat, they moaned louder and louder even as their bodies pleaded for more oxygen, muscles protested and strained over the position and the ill suited car seat even as their instincts screamed in their minds to go faster and faster. For the first time since the thrusting started, one of them spoke a few, strained words hastened by lust.
"It's c-comin'!" Kurt exclaimed. To his surprise the fox grabbed his wrists as soon as he heard his words, yanking them off his body with more force than he knew Benji could muster. His instincts told Kurt to take back his grip, to wrap his fingers in the fox's fur and hold him if he necessary to for those few extra seconds he *needed* to fill the rubber to the brim. But Benji held his hands, he controlled his lover as he eased off of his dick that fell free of his body with a wet sucking noise that might have been disgusting and cringe worthy in any other context.
"Sit up." Benji told him as he sank down to the floor, the rat complying as fast as he could without a single question. The fox, sitting on his knees put his paws on Kurt's thighs, spreading them just enough for him to reach in and cusp the back of the rat's ballsack. "I bet you gotta big load for me now." Even in his lust fogged mind, it didn't take much for the gears in Kurt's head to start turning. Before he could even make a grab for the rubber, the fox's fingers were already curling along the bottom of the white ring to peel it off as fast as it would go. It was unceremoniously tossed onto their clothing on the floor, forgotten along with the clothes they'd long since stripped off.
The tail around his midsection started to constrict around the fox as Kurt eagerly watched Benji, with his eyes wide open, staring as if waiting for some universal truth to pass before his sight. Benji leaned in as his hand rubbed at Kurt's overly large nuts, as if hoping his fingers could coax just a little bit more of what he wanted, what he craved from them. With his face only inches away from the head of Kurt's dick, with every warm breath, every knead of his lover's balls keeping him on edge, there was no doubt in Benji's mind that he was thumbing the detonation switch before his hand even touched Kurt's dick again.
As soon as the fingers clenched the wet piece of pink rat dick, they squeezed almost painfully tight and pushed down to make the skin on his dick grow as taut as if Kurt as just bottomed out in him all over again. There wasn't even time for Kurt's last moan to leave his lips before the first shot of cum streaked across the fox's left cheek, a thick, rich and musky strand that trailed from just above his jawline down the front of his neck. He flinched and closed his eyes but left his jaw open as if hoping, begging for the rat's seed to paint his muzzle both inside and out.
Every shot came quickly, one after the other in a rapid succession that made the rat's orgasm feel like one long, warm torrent of cum on the canvas of his fur. Every shot carried the same heady scent that would have Benji breathing deeply through his nose for hours to come after their sessions, savoring the masculine, sexual scent of his lover. Whatever landed on his tongue was quickly gulped down faster than a man in the desert swallowed his first mouthful of cold water. Thick gooey globs of the stuff covered everything in front of Kurt, Benji's pretty face and the blonde bangs that hung near his eyes, his upper chest and shoulders, even the back of the car seat on either side of his face wasn't spared from the onslaught. By the time the rat had gone limp, semen still leaking from his flaccid prick in the fox's paw, Benji was utterly soaked and completely satisfied.
"Horses might beat you for size, but no one beats you for what comes out of these." Benji murmured breathlessly, leaning forward to affectionately lap across his lover's nutsack once again.
"Ain't nothin' left in'm now so you might as well stop licking." Kurt half-heartedly complained, to which Benji laughed and clamored up into his lap. The tip of Benji's dick jabbed at his stomach just beneath his rib cage, as if tapping Kurt to ask 'What about me?' as Benji settled in.
Without even waiting for Benji to get 'situated' in his lap, the rat immediately grabbed his dick behind the knot and gave it a rough yank, causing the fox to suddenly croon with delight. Though not nearly the flood of cum that Kurt's orgasm had been, the fox's peak arrived just like any other overly excited male's. Quick shots of white criss crossed the short, grey fur lining Kurt's abdomen with every jerk of the knot, a small trick Kurt had picked up long ago by 'studying' the mating habits of a wolf... First hand. When the waves of pleasure washing over his mind turned into a subtle, lingering afterglow, Benji slumped forward and smeared their cum laden fur together with his head resting on his lover's shoulder.
"I love you, you damn slutty fox... You know that, don't you?" Benji smiled even though Kurt couldn't see it, his hands snaking around his lover's body.
"I know it every time you touch me." As if to say he loved Benji all over again, the rat lowered his paw and gave Benji's ass a rough squeeze.
"We're going to be here all night, Kurt... Think you can keep me entertained that long?" Kurt responded by edging a pair of fingers into his lover's ass, twisting them around for only a moment before withdrawing them as quickly as they came.
"I think that ten minutes from now, when I reload... I'm going to bend you over on this seat and paint the other half of you." The words, and the brief mental images that they conjured in his mind was more than enough to make Benji quiver all over again. He could hardly wait to be bathed in the rat's seed from his head on down to his fluffy, foxy tail.