The Friend
#6 of The Complex
Alright. Getting close to wrapping up charcter "intros." Probably this and two more afterwards before I start doing some BIG stories, hopefully. And now so the Feds don't bust down my door, the warnings. The following storiy includes hinting at other stories, 2 guys, said guys engaging in fun in an odd place. If you aren't old enough to buy cigarettes, don't like guy on guy action, or reading something like this could get you in some deep trouble, I'll give you a minute to run away. :waits a moment: Still here? Alright. Don't say I didn't warn you.
- * * "What you mean you can't make it?" the tiger whined out into the phone. "Oh, a little water won't kill you. Fine, fine, if you insist. Later." He hit the off button and put the cordless phone back on the charger before he sighed. His friend never seemed to come over to the Complex anymore. And it probably didn't help when he slipped up and tried to hit on him. He walked over to his couch and plopped heavily onto it, grabbing the remote off the coffee table. He flipped through the channels and didn't find much, so he turned the TV off before looking at the mirror. How could a Siberian like him, with his medium build, ripped abs and probably the best taken care of fur in the building, not find someone to go out with? And he's bisexual, which totally opens the door for potential dates. "Oh you're just kidding yourself, Raymon. Maybe a walk will clear my head." He got up and adjusted his jeans, which were a size too small, before he headed for the front door. He just managed to get it open when his eyes caught his puma neighbor coming off the elevator. As usual, Jasmine was wearing her clothing, if you could call it that, which showed off her whole figure. Her tight top showed off her large breasts, her flat belly, and the really short shorts showed off legs that anyone would envy. But then she did something different. She winked as she passed. Raymon didn't know how to react other than feeling himself blush before he closed the door, leaning against it. He tried to regain his composure, but it didn't help that he felt a bit of pain in his loins. More specifically, as he looked down, the rather large bulge that formed in his jeans. "Gods, I must be hornier than I thought," he whispered to himself. He managed to calm down before he opened the door again, stepping out of '302' and heading down the stairs. He stepped out the Complex and started to walk around it on the sidewalk, feeling the still damp pavement under his feet. His pace was slow as he looked around, watching the traffic hiss by on the highway. He looked up when he heard a scream coming from the roof, then shrugged it off knowing someone was just goofing off in the pool. "Probably Joan on the 10th," he thought out loud. "She always swims after a rain." He continued to pad around the building, humming a random tune to himself as he made his way around. When he finally got back to the front, he stopped mid-stride, wondering what he was doing here. There leaning against the door was his friend, Kent, wearing nothing on his vulpine frame but a pair of cargo shorts that stopped at his knees. He was running a finger through his reddish tan fur, wondering about something. He stretched out his lean frame before he opened a pocket and pulled out a cell phone, hitting a couple buttons. A couple seconds later, Raymon heard his phone ringing, and could guess who was calling him. He pulled out his cell and answered it, trying not to laugh. "Raymon." "Hey Raymon?" the fox said, sounding a bit agitated. "Hey, Kent. I thought I mentioned you could just call me Ray?" "Whatever. But I tried your condo three times and no answer. Where you at?" "Look to your left," Ray chuckled out before he ended the call, waving his paw once Kent finally looked over, watching him laugh. Kent padded over slowly, pocketing his cell before he wrapped an arm around Raymon's neck. "So why you out here, Ray?" "I needed to go for a walk," he said before he poked Kent in the ribs. "But what the hell are you doing here? I thought you didn't like the water?" "And I still don't. But theirs.." Kent started to say before Raymon chimed in with him. "Nothing on TV." They both looked at each other before they busted out laughing. They both calmed down a bit before heading for the front door, Raymon using his key to get in, and then lead Kent into the stairwell. They got up the first flight before Raymon decided the break the thin amount of tension. "So Kent. Why did you come?" Just as they made it to the landing between the second and third floor, Kent turned without warning and pinned Raymon against the wall. Raymon could of easily fought him off, but for some reason something clicked in his mind, telling him not to. "To answer your question," Kent whispered, "I've been thinking about you since you came on to me." "What?" Raymon had thought his advance would of shut Kent down, not turn him on. "But I didn't think you were gay." Kent just chuckled as he leaned closer, touching his nose to Raymon's. "Well all you had to do was ask. The reason I shrugged you off was I didn't expect you to be the dominant one." "Well," Raymon said, blushing a bit and starting to stammer, "I'm nowhere near dominant. Just horny, that's all." "Good. Then you won't mind this," Kent hissed out, then caused a gasp to come from Raymon as the sound of a zipper, and then another echoed throughout the stairwell. Raymon shivered lightly, feeling the cold, damp air hitting his sheath. "Uh, Kent?" He managed to get out, "What if we get caught?" Kent just gently nuzzled against his cheek. "Isn't that half the fun?" He chuckled lightly before he dropped Ray's pants, cupping his balls in a paw. Raymon threw his head back, bumping his head on the wall, causing his moan to be a mix of pain and pleasure. "Owwww..." "You might want to watch out for that wall, Ray." "You you're just full of joooooooohhhh...." Ray moaned out just as Kent began playing with the small portion of cock that had emerged from his sheath. "Now Kitty," Kent murred out, placing his free paw on Raymon's shoulder. "How about you turn around and lean against this wall? I want to do something we both might like." Ray nodded slowly before complying, stepping out of his jeans in the process. Kent pulled a bottle of lube out of his pocket and put some on a pair of his fingers. "Now just relax...this might feel weird." He pushed a finger slowly into Ray's tailhole, getting a cry of pain from him. He continued to work it in, slowly working in the second finger. Ray leaned hard against the wall as he cried out softly. "Guess now is a bad time to mention I haven't done this before?" "Some would say that," Kent purred out softly as he pulled his fingers out. "Just relax. This IS gonna hurt for a bit." Kent pulled his shorts off before he wrapped his paws around Raymon's waist. Then placed the tip of his cock against Ray's tailhole. "Ready?" Raymon nodded slowly, bracing himself against the wall as best he could. Kent steadied himself behind Raymon, and then slowly started pushing his 7-inch length into him. Raymon moaned lightly as the first tapered inch went in, then started to cry out in pain as it continued in. Kent made sure not to rush in his shaft, knowing Raymon can barely hold it as it is. That, and it had been a while since he had taken anyone. He continued to slowly push in, moaning as he did from the warmth inside, Raymon still crying out lightly. They both finally calmed down a bit once Kent pushed in to his hilt, his hips against Raymon's butt. "So how you feeling?" Raymon was still lost in the pain, panting lightly as he forced a nod. Kent bent over and softly stroked behind Ray's ears, then reached under him and began stroking the 8-inch length extending from his sheath. Ray just inhaled sharply and moaned, a deep inner muscle clenching around Kent's shaft, pulling a moan from him. "Oh gods," Raymon moaned out, "please don't stop now..." Kent nodded lightly, then slowly pulled out half of his length before pushing back in. Raymon still cried in the pain, but it changed soon enough as he began moaning from the pleasure. He reached back and managed to get a hold on Kent's shoulder, leaning him down onto his back, begging him to go faster. Kent obliged, increasing his pace, moaning into Raymon's ear. He then reached under and began stroking on Ray's cock again, matching the pace he was performing into his ass. Raymon moaned out, bucking back against Kent, thrusting into his paw. Kent couldn't hold back anymore, slamming into Raymon's tailhole. Ray yelped every time, finally letting out a growl as his balls gave up its load, spraying onto Kent's paw and the wall. His muscles clamped down around Kent's shaft again, causing him to moan loudly and cum into Raymond, slamming into him firmly. Kent finally gave out and bent over onto Raymond's back, breathing heavily as their shafts started going limp. Raymond easily held the weight, breathing just as hard. "Kent?" he whispered out. "Yea?" "Think you could be my boyfriend? Actually go out?" "Let me think about that for a second," Kent panted out. "Of course. I'd love too." Raymon let out a purr before poking Kent on his side. "How about you pull out so we can continue this in 'private?'" "Fine by me, Ray," he slowly said, pulling out gently before grabbing his pants. "But you're leading this time." "Oh, do I have too?" Raymon asked, pouting as he grabbed his pants. He then smiled as he grabbed Kent's paw. "Fine by me," he purred out, almost pulling him to the third floor and into '302.'