Wet, Fake Grass 2
Wet fake Grass. prt.2 'Mike'
By teh waffly wolfy
Not exactly the "snitch" but it's gonna turn out to be worse...If my writing capibilities are up to par...Enjoy to your best extent! :)
Thomas pulled away from a green light, noticing the black car behind him had their brights on. He waited until the next lights to flash his brake lights. Thomas pressed the brakes three times, and was followed by a blinking of the lights behind him, and they dulled. The rest of the ride home was filled with silence, like most late night drives, he wanted to go to sleep. He pressed the gas harder. He noticed the black car turn 'off' when he entered his road. Thomas pulled into his slopped driveway. Locking the doors he got out and shut the door, and then, a shiny black car with its lights went up the road. "Hmm, I thought it was gon..." He trailed off. Scoffing at the thought and went inside. He walked into a dark quiet house, closing the door behind him. He padded upstairs and instinctively went to his bedroom and went to sleep.
*Intermission*
He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, watching the approaching sun's rays run across his roof. "Another day, another problem," He said laughing.
He sat up, and looked around at his crapped out room. His most prized possessions sitting in one corner and bad presents in the other. His r/c tiger tank, laptop, TV, and Xbox were his main time consuming projects. His hobby was that tank; all he cared about when he used to come home from school was run the tank at least twice. He has very different hobbies compared to his love, James; who liked things like football and running, stuff you do with your body. He was a complete tech retard compared to Thomas' tech savvy.
Looking at his overbearing yellow walls and his grey, curtains, he sighed. It echoed in the room. Thomas liked these moments, all alone listening to his ears ring. Times he could feel and inner peace...But it's also the time when James starts freak about not talking to anyone. First fur he calls is naturally his love. And Thomas new this very well. He didn't plan anything for the next 10 minutes until James calls. But for once, and very odd, the call never came. He looked over at his clock: 8:46 a.m.. Why hasn't he called?
Thomas looked at his phone across the room. "I guess I need to take the initiative this morning..." He said rubbing his eyes.
Thomas got up and trudged over to the cell. He hit the side buttons, no missed calls. "This isn't right," He said dialing James's number. One ring, nothing. Two rings, nothing. Three, nothing. Four, five 6 1/2. He picked up. "Why are you calling?!" James asked in a distressed tone.
"You haven't called, what's up?" Thomas asked.
"You, that's what the matter is, I think Dad knows, I don't know how he'll react,"
"Probably ok, he dates 'everyone'" Thomas said emphasizing everyone.
"He's done told me he doesn't want me to be like that,"
"Well, that's not right..." Thomas was cut off by approaching paw steps.
"G2G" Thomas whispered and hung up.
The steps got closer and closer, and finally, in his room was his dad. "We have a guest, why haven't you greeted them yet?"
"Guest?" Thomas said looking out his window and spotted a Black Lincoln 1972 Town Car sitting
in their driveway...Dwarfing the caviler and the minivan.
"Yes, I think he works at your putting place, you know Mike?" His dad said.
"Mike, Mike, mike...Oh, he's the security camera manage..." He stopped, "He followed me ho, did he see." He said under his breath.
"What's that?" His dad said leaning over to get a look at Thomas' face.
"Oh, nothing, he's just a security camera manager at the putting course." He resumed
"Thought so, come and meet him," His dad said.
"Can diddly do," Thomas said getting out of bed.
His dad walked out and Thomas looked down at his self. No shirt, a quit lean body, not over worked into defined but skinny, and boxers, with a familiar bump in the center. Thomas never really thought anything about his body, or how interesting it looked, a red wolf? He thought nothing of his bump, even though it was 'quit' large. Standing out a good inch from his body, not even hard. He walked into the living room, where sitting in the recliner was Mike, a Black Fox.
Mike was beautiful, his fur was black and he worked hard to keep every square inch of it clean and a nice dull black. He hated it when his fur lustered; he would often be seen wearing long sleeve shirts to cover it up. His car even describes him, black, beautiful, well made, and rich. He only worked to get out of the house. When he was 13, he inherited 15 million dollars. Enough to buy 4 M1A1 Abrams Battle tanks...Mike was skinny as well, but he was taller than everyone in the house. He lived alone and had a relatively large house. The only reason Thomas knew him was because he would frequently pay him to wash his car, and do smaller airing.
When Thomas came into the sight of the piercing royal blue eyes of the fox, a wide smile printed across his face. Thomas returned with a wave. It was lost on the fox. He sat down across the living room from him, beside his parents. "Morning mike," Thomas said.
"Morning, how are you man?" The fox said, with the smile still plastered onto his face.
"Good, good." He said, letting an awkward silence take over the conversation.
They sat there for a while, Mike letting his smile dissipate before saying something else.
"I left late yesterday, about the same time you did, and I noticed you dropped a key." He said digging out a key.
"Oh, thanks, I didn't know I dropped this," Upon receiving the key, he looked up at Mike, who winked. A deep shit moment went through Thomas' body, coming out in the wrong place. He began to tense up. Then he felt a bulge. "I'm gonna go put this on my key chain, I'll be right back."
Thomas looked at his parents, who were occupied by programming the VCR. He looked at Mike, who was checking out his battle of the bulge. Then his eyes came back up to meet Thomas'. He blushed under his dark fur, easily visible. "Why don't you let Mike come back with you, you can show him your room."
Before Thomas could reply, Mike integrated himself into the conversation. "That'd be wonderful, I hear you have a tank."
Thomas shot his mom a cross look and sighed. "Come on, let's go."
They both got up and walked into his room. Thomas looked back at Mike, who was trying to regain his balance. "After a 30min you can stand straight again." Thomas was used to furs walking in and looking at the yellow roof. For some reason it always affected balance. Thomas' bulge was over and he could now talk to Mike facing him. Thomas picked up his key chain and made conversation.
"So, why are you here, really?" Thomas asked.
"What do you mean?" Mike asked in an innocent voice.
"You, this isn't a key I own,"
"Then why are you taking it?" Mike asked getting closer to Thomas.
Thomas catching the slight advance into his personal space, a challenge in his mind, moved away and sat the key chain onto his bed, across the room.
"Because, I like keys," Thomas said smiling at his small victory.
"What? Now listen, I seen you last night, and the pole. The phone," He stopped and checked the hall. "The piercing, the kiss, the love."
Thomas' battle was back on from the thought of the piercing. He turned around and saw Mike stop moving. "He knows, he knows" He kept repeating under his breath.
"Yes, I do" Mike said catching it.
"What do you want?" Thomas said looking up.
"The same thing you want, sex" He said raising and eyebrow.
"No! Not with you, I'm already this way, I don't need to commit yet mistrust," Thomas said sticking to his reputation the best he could. Thomas turned around to hide his now growing problem.
Mike started yet another subtle challenge, and inched forward a bit. "Really? And what that mistrust would that be?"
"Nothing, just go," Thomas said noticing Mike was on him now.
"Go, but I just can't go, and it seems your cock doesn't want me to go either, I know you can't resist," The fox said caressing Thomas' sheath.
Not another word was exchanged. The fox pulled off Thomas' boxers and got on his knees. He took a big wiff of Thomas' tail hole. Not much for the smell, but this was different. "Check to see if my parents are coming," The fox looked out, nothing. He closed the door and quietly locked it. He walked back up to Thomas who was now completely naked, and had his ass presented. "Good doggy," The fox repeated, removing his pants and shirt. As a characteristic of most foxes, he had no undergarments on. The fox kneeled down and started to lick Thomas' puckered tail hole. Thomas started murring deeply, releasing a scent telling mike he was ready. Mike stood up and inserted his coal black Fox stick into Thomas' waiting tail hole. The scent intensenified.
The pure concentration of the scent drove the black fox to instinctively start thrusting. Not even letting Thomas tighten up. Mike started groaning and grunting. The room was quiet, until the sound of pre splashing around inside his tail hole started. Thomas tightened up when he measured the caliber of the situation. His parents would kick him out and he could be out on the streets if he was caught. The Black member of the fox went in and out making his ass raw. Then mike went for deep penetration. He pushed as far as he could each pump, punching Thomas' prostate.
Thomas said Mike's name over and over, pushing Mike farther and farther into his dream world. "I'm gonna cum, I-I-I'm gonna-a CUM!" He shouted. He pushed his knot against Thomas' ass as hard as he could. He came back put and pushed it inside him with all the force he could muster. Forcing Thomas to explode onto his bed. Shot after shot of warm, creamy cum went into Thomas' ass and onto his bed.
They sat there for a while, hopelessly tied, when Mike initiated a forced pullout. Thomas yelped at the pain while Mike started putting his clothes back on. When he was fully dressed, he opened the door, leaving the remark," Have fun explaining this one to James" He laughed an evil laugh.
When he heard the car start up and leave he realized something, with the door open, completely naked, feeling as cheap as a Chinese toy...He had a better orgasm with Mike...