Frustrated
"Jesus Christ," Jason groaned, "The fucking sluts they put into porn flicks overact too much when nothing's even happening."
"I dunno whatcher talkin' aboot," Garyn replied, "They look like they're genuinely enjoying themselves... and their dog friends."
"Garyn," Jason snapped, whirling about on his friend, "Look!" He motioned to the woman now on the screen, the dog humping dumbly against her, hardly making any contact, "The dog's not even doing anything, and she's acting like he's the best sex she's ever had!"
"Who cares?" Garyn said calmly, "The dog's still sexy as hell."
"Haha," Jason laughed, giving up on the situation, "Too right."
The two friends sat contentedly, watching their porn contentedly as they had been for the past several hours. It'd been late when they started, and now it was starting to make its way into the early hours of the morning.
"So tired," Garyn yawned, "I should probably get going home."
"Why the rush?" Jason asked, looking to his companion, "They won't be missing you at this hour. And if they get mad, just tell them that you needed my help with something, and we got into a big project."
"Because I'm sure they'll believe that," Garyn quipped, "What with the fact that I'm a straight 'A' student, and you're barely making any passing grades?"
"I never said it was the perfect plan, dickhead," Jason replied gruffly, "But it's the best I got. 's not like you're the only one that's tired."
"Touché," Garyn replied, falling backwards onto Jason's bed, "Touché."
As he lay there, Jason looked at him longingly. They'd been best friends since they'd met under incredible circumstances years back. Although because they were from different sides of the social track, their friendship had been anything but untested.
Jason was human, and an attractive one at that. He stood tall at six foot five, and weighed in at close to two hundred pounds, most of that being muscle from his strenuous workouts after school. He'd been one of those average Joe Shmoe guys that'd probably make his way through high school on nothing but his good looks and his uncanny ability to master any sport put in front of him. His hair had been blonde at birth, but through the years faded to a pale white, which accented his grey eyes and strong facial features incredibly well. But he'd give it all up if he could be one of Garyn's kind. His eyes traced over the canine-like features of his sleepy friend and smiled gently.
Garyn had been born in the tenth generation of anthros since man's tinkering into genetic manipulation had led to the creation of his kind. Wanting to create the perfect war machine, anthros has been a decidedly failed project, as all of the results turned out to have more bark than bite, as it were. It would seem that as the human genes had been removed to make way for the more animalistic ones, the hate and violent tendencies had also been lessened to such a point that they refused to fight in any of man's wars. The anthros were faced with extermination by their creators, but had eventually brought reasoning to the table, and were allowed to live in man's world... out of sight.
But man's problem didn't just stagger and die as he'd hoped. No, the anthros did what everyone thought was impossible: they procreated. And as the years passed, their numbers doubled... and doubled more... until the number of anthros was comparable to what was left of mankind. And once the war of man had passed, the anthros rose out of oblivion and took their rightful place next to their fully human cousins, and despite their oppression, offered their assistance in rebuilding their world.
But there was still hatred and distrust toward the anthros. Freaks of nature, not quite man, not quite... animal. They broke every moral barrier there was to break, and then some. Jason's family was under the impression that so long as they kept their distance from the freaks, the freaks would return the favor. But of course, they didn't count on their one and only son's knack for getting himself into tight situations; nor did they count on the anthros keen ability to overlook stupidity.
One night when Jason hadn't come home from a skiing trip that he'd gone on with a few of his friends, his parents got worried and called the police. The night was one of the worst storms of the year, with temperatures dropping to subzero levels. Garyn had been passing by their window when they made the call, and without question, went into the woods and sought out the missing boy. Hours had passed, but eventually, he caught the scent of humans where humans ought not to have been, and found Jason--buried under a foot of snow. Apparently, his friends had left him for dead and gone home, as they were nowhere to be found. Garyn wasted no time in digging the human from his icy tomb, and drug him to a nearby hollowed out tree. He stripped the young boy of his soaked cloathing and curled up around him, offering himself and as much body heat as he could muster.
Morning came, and the storm had stopped completely. Jason awoke shivering slightly, but at least he was alive. When he saw Garyn, his first instinct was to scream, but when he remembered the accident, falling down the mountainside and being buried under the snow, he knew that this anthro had saved his life. He leaned in and hugged Garyn tightly to him, and curled back up in the anthro's embrace.
When Garyn awoke and still found Jason sleeping, he wrapped him up in his own clothing for warmth, and carried the youth out of the forest, and back to his home. When he brought him to his home, and knocked on the door, Jason's mother was crying when she answered. Upon seeing her son in the clutches of an anthro, she panicked and stole her son away, screaming obscenities Garyn, and telling him to leave. He cringed at her words, and turned to leave, ears drooping sadly.
"Wait," Jason said weakly as he regained consciousness once more, "Mom, he saved my life."
Garyn stopped in his tracks.
"Is this true?" Jason's mother asked, "Did... did you save my son?"
Garyn slowly turned around and nodded, "Yes, ma'am. I found him out in the woods last night."
"I...I'm sorry," the woman replied, "Please forgive me for my actions... it's just that I was so worried about my son, and when I saw that an... a..."
"An anthro," Garyn finished for her, nodding slowly, "You can say it, ma'am. It wouldn't be the first time I've heard it."
Wriggling out of his mother's grasp, Jason dropped to the ground in a heap, and then stood--his makeshift blanket dropping off his body as he did so. Slowly, he staggered toward Garyn.
"Thank you," Jason said, as he lurched toward the anthro in a hug, "Thank you for saving my life."
Taken aback, Garyn didn't know what to do, but at the time, he felt a hug was in order. "No need to thank me," he said, "I helped a fellow in need."
They hugged for ten minutes straight before Jason's mother decided that the middle of the street was no place for her son and an anthro to be seen hugging... naked.
"Alright, you two," she sighed, "Lets get you both inside and dressed." She eyed Garyn carefully, taking in his features. He was probably around twelve, she guessed, but was obviously much more physically fit than her own son. He looked like the perfect melding of a boy and a siberian husky. The fur on his face looked soft and bushy, his eyes conflicting colors of brown and blue.
"And you," she said to Garyn, "What's your name?"
"O-Oh," he stammered, never having been asked the question by human, "My apologies, ma'am... it's Garyn."
"Garyn," she repeated, "What a beautiful name. My name's Ellen... and this is my son--"
"Jason," Jason said, interrupting her, "I might've fallen down a mountain, ma, but I can still talk."
"You fell down a mountain?!" Ellen shrieked, "Mister, we're gonna have a long talk about this once you're dressed."
Garyn stifled a laugh, and smirked at Jason.
"Alright, ma," he replied, giving a wink at Garyn, "Whatever you say."
"Now get inside, you two," she ordered, "Before I tan both your hides."
Not another word out of either of them, Garyn bounded past Ellen and matched strides with Jason as they made their way into the house.
Ellen sighed happily at having her son back as she retrieved Garyn's clothes from the ground, and then joined the two boys inside.
Over the next several years, the Garyn and Jason made fast friends. Because Ellen was a rather prominent figure in the city, she had been able to arrange for both of them to attend the same schools, regardless of how much stir it caused in the locals, Jason's father included. Both he, and Garyn's family were conservative on the anthro-human subject, and believed that the two were as alike as oil and water. They might be able to be in the same room together, but they'll never mix.
Jason and Garyn had disproven this as their friendship endured the countless trials ahead, only strengthening as time went on.
And here they were now, able to be in the same room without any supervision from anyone. When they were at his house, Jason's father insisted on being in the same room at all times, and at Garyn's home, well... his parents wouldn't allow humans inside.
But now, things were different. The two boys were now young men of eighteen and nineteen years of age, Garyn being the older of the two. Where once Garyn had the physical advantage, he had a hard time overpowering his human cohort in even the closest of wrestling matches. And let it be known, the two wrestled a LOT.
As he stared at Garyn, he didn't know what to do about the feelings that had been building inside him over the past several years.
And little did he know, the same feelings had been welling up inside Garyn as well. And unlike Jason, Garyn's senses were heightened to their peak--he could tell what Jason wanted from the way he smelled, the way his heart had begun racing.
To this end, he propped himself up on his elbows and returned his friend's gaze, his tail wagging lazily beneath him.
"Jason," he started, "You're staring."
"Oh," Jason replied dumbly, "Huh? Wha? No, no... I'm not staring. I'm spacing out."
"No," Garyn started, "You're not spacing out. You're staring... again."
"Again?" Jason asked, "So I take it you've noticed..."
"Well, it's kinda hard not to notice," Garyn replied, "I can almost feel your eyes on my body. Kinda creepy."
"Oh, well," Jason stammered, trying to figure out what to say, "I've got something I've been meaning to talk to you about."
"Alright, well, go ahead and spill," Garyn replied, "Not like there's anything else going on."
"Okay," Jason started, "Lemme open a window or something... 's stifling hot in here."
"It's about time you noticed," Garyn laughed, "And that's without a coat of fur."
Jason slowly got to his feet and turned around to open the window behind him--Garyn's eyes fixed on his rear, he wagged more prominently now.
"Now, back to what I was saying," Jason continued, "We've been friends for a while now... you'd agree, right?"
"Yeh, it's definitely been a while," Garyn agreed, his tongue slightly lolling out of his muzzle.
"So to that end, we can talk about all kinds of things with each other, right?"
"Well yeah," Garyn told him, "But it's not as if we don't already talk about all kinds of things... even the things we shouldn't."
"Heh... funny you should talk about that... the things we shouldn't... that thing."
Garyn could hardly stand it. He knew what his friend was trying to get at, but he was getting at it a bit too slowly for his tastes. His loins were on fire, his primal urges locked on target.
"Cat got your tongue there, bud?" Garyn asked, slowly rising up on the pads of his feet, tail wagging furiously.
As he stood up, Jason's eyes shifted down to Garyn's crotch, and saw that it was bulging profusely.
"Er, yeah," he replied, trying to pull his eyes off the mammoth bulge, "What I wanna say... or ask.. right. Wanna I wanna ASK... is if you've ever--"
But before he could get out another word, Garyn bounded across the room and lunged at Jason, grabbing him in his powerful arms, and jumping out the window. The two story drop was enough to knock Jason unconscious, but Garyn was, for the most part, unshaken. He picked up Jason's limp form in his arms and took off like a shot across the street and into the forest where they'd met that fateful night. He couldn't control his urges anymore. And he knew what Jason wanted... or at least, he thought he knew what Jason wanted. But it didn't matter, what was done was done.
Five minutes after he'd made his move, they were in a clearing miles away from any home deep in the forest.
Gently, Garyn laid Jason down in the grass. Getting closer to him, he could still hear a pulse--but then, he knew he could never hurt Jason, even out of lust. He looked at Jason's peaceful face, lost in primal thought.
"What the fuck?!" Jason yelled, bolting upright, "What the fuck was that?!"
"Let's cut the preliminaries," Garyn replied with a throaty growl, "I knew what you were getting at back at your place. And I feel the same way."
"What I was getting at back a--" Garyn stopped short, remembering what was happening, "And you feel the same way?"
Garyn nodded, running a claw down the center of his faded black t-shirt, parting the fabric like it was tissue paper. His furry chest glowed milky white in the moonlight, and rose and fell in an almost hypnotic way. His tail was wagging still, but stopped as he ripped his shorts off, revealing the first few inches of his cock, glistening and steaming slightly against the cool night air. His scrotum had dropped the instant his shorts were removed, and showed that beyond a doubt, he'd gone without any gratification for quite a while.
Jason shook off what was left of his confusion, and crawled over to his anthro friend. Garyn closed his eyes gently, inhaling deeply, causing more of his crimson red cock to show. Slowly, Jason reached out and gently wrapped his fingers around the large, swollen member.
"Mmmmmmm," Garyn moaned happily, tail wagging once more.
Jason glanced up at Garyn, and then seeing his eyes still closed, scooted in closer. He was just tall enough knelt down to be face level with Garyn's crotch--which was pretty good, seeing as Garyn towered over him by a good six inches standing. Smiling, Jason breathed in deeply and then without another thought, ran his tongue along the underside of the exposed cock.
"Grrrrrooooooohhh.... yessssss," Garyn growled lustfully, his hands reaching down to rub Jason's head lovingly.
Jason grinned toothily, reaching his other hand out to massage his friend's scrotum. It was warm and soft to the touch, it's only inhabitants large, each the size of a chicken egg. He gave one a gentle squeeze and then the other.
"Careful now," Garyn snickered, "You break it, you buy it..."
Jason laughed at the statement, as he eyed the cock once more, and then pulled away.
"Hey wait a second," Garyn whined, "Why'd you stop? You were doin' so good..."
"I stopped," Jason started, pulling off his shirt, "Because I want you to do something for me."
"Oh, I see how it is," Garyn scoffed with a smirk, "I gotta suck you off first?"
Jason continued undressing himself, pulling off his shoes and socks, and then reaching up to undo his belt buckle.
"Well, not quite," Jason replied, letting his pants drop to the ground, and then stepping away from the mass, "I want you to fuck me."
Garyn's heart skipped a beat, and his tail stopped dead in its tracks.
"You want me," Garyn gulped, "To... fuck you?"
"You know it," Jason smirked, tearing his boxers away, revealing an already engorged cock, "Like that dog wanted to do to that chick."
Garyn let out a throaty growl as he moved swiftly but quietly toward his companion. "You know," he growled, "We dogs are rough with the way we fuck our bitches."
Jason burst into laughter at hearing that, and dropped to the ground, laughing harder.
"I cannot believe you just said that," he laughed, "I just cannot believe that you--"
Before he could finish, Garyn had dropped to all fours, and had forced Jason into the same position. "You'd better be ready for this, Jason," he warned.
"I was born re--"
Garyn's cock hit home, and buried itself deep within Jason's bowls.
Jason wasn't as ready as he'd thought, and shrieked in pain. Garyn didn't bother trying to stifle the scream, because nobody would be able to hear it anyway. Instead, he dug his claws into both of Jason's hips, and forced his cock in deeper.
The screaming loudened, continued, and then gave way into passionate moaning.
"Oh my god," Jason whined, "Oh my god..."
Garyn grinned toothily, and bent down, licking Jason from his ass to his head, and then gently clamping his muzzle down around Jason's neck.
"Ohhhhhhhh... myyyy... goddddddddd."
Jason's head sunk as he took the penetrating invader deeper inside of him, his testacles swollen and sore from Garyn's own massive balls slapping against them. Eventually, any feeling of pain had subsided, and he'd stopped making any noises whatsoever.
"I don't see why you were so big on me being ready," Jason snickered, "It's nothing but a thing."
Garyn chuckled lightly as he thrust harder now, his cock slipping a bit deeper inside.
And suddenly, Jason knew what was happening.
It wasn't that noticeable at first... just a small, well, a small bulge in Garyn's cock. But eventually, that small bulge grew, and it was starting to wreak havoc on Jason's ass.
"Fuck!" Jason yelled, a tear streaming down his left cheek, "Fuck... make it... make it stop!"
"Your wish is my command, sir," Garyn humbly replied, letting go of Jason's neck for an instant, as he slipped the knot deep into his mate.
Once it was safely inside him, Jason calmed down. He could feel it growing inside him, but it didn't hurt--at first. Quickly, though, the knot grew to the size of a softball, and was starting to stretch his skin and muscles.
"Owwwwww," Jason whined, "Ouuuuuch."
"Take it like the man you are," Garyn snapped, his urges now completely in control. He clamped down around Jason's neck harder now, as he felt his climax approaching.
Jason could feel his own cock, rigid as a board, and spewing precum everywhere. The pressure on his ass was intense, and he didn't know how much more he could take before he either blew his load, passed out, or both.
Inside Jason, it was a literal explosion of precum. Garyn was coating his mate's insides with the stuff now, preparing him for what was to come.
"I... can't stand it," Jason whimpered, "It's... it's..."
He began getting light headed, but before he could pass out, Garyn released his death hold on Jason's thighs and spun him around, settling Jason roughly on his back. And now that he could see his friend, Jason was both terrified and invigorated at once.
Garyn was growling deeply, his muzzle fixed into a primal scowl, all his pearly white teeth glistening in the moonlight. His fur was matted down from sweating--a feature inherited along with the human genetics--and his tail was literally a black and white blur. Glaring down at Jason, Garyn took his paws and slashed into Jason's chest, leaving bloodied scrapes on either pec. Lustfully, Garyn leaned down and lapped at the blood, which seemed to send him deeper into the frenzy. Once he'd cleaned up the blood, his tongue wrapped around Jason's rock-hard cock, and pulled it deeply into his muzzle. He sucked voraciously as the precum continued spraying deep into his maw.
"Fuck," Jason gasped, clutching Garyn's head in a deathgrip, "Fuck, yeah."
But no words ever got through to Garyn's consciousness. He was lost in the moment, his only desire to plant his seed in his mate... to carry on the line of anthros.
And soon, this would come to pass, Garyn knew, because his orgasm was close at hand. He thrust as hard and as deeply as he could, still attending to the piece of meat between his powerful jaws. His tongue was ministrating Jason's cock with the utmost care and efficiency. It was completely milked of all precum, and was about to spray Jason's load.
As his orgasm hit him, Garyn threw his head back into a horrific growl. His seed flooded from his cock, filling Jason's insides completely, and breaking the seal of his knot, it splashed the ground all around them.
Jason joined his friend in the howl as his load, too, was unleashed, all over Garyn's chest, matting his fur down even more so.
After a solid five minutes of howling, Jason couldn't remain conscious a minute longer, and fell into the most peaceful slumber of his life.
Garyn on the other hand, had regained of his mental faculties, and when he saw that his best friend had been impaled on his gargantuan member, and furthermore that he had been seemingly hurt through the claw marks on his chest, he was a bit frightened. But what was done was done, and there was nothing that he could do about it now. He whined lightly at this knowledge, and slowly rolled Jason onto his side. His knot still fully swollen and locking them together, Garyn curled around his friend and kissed him on the back of his neck, and then licking him repeatedly, whimpered himself to sleep.
He awoke to find Jason sitting lightly atop his crotch, still very much bare to the world, with a loving smile on his face. The slashes in his chest had scabbed over during the night, and he looked a little less worse for wear. Jason slowly reached behind him and stroked Garyn's sheath, causing a small reactive jerk from the large male. He leaned in closer to Garyn, as if studying him carefully.
"Jesus Christ," Jason joked, kissing his friend on the nose.
"Fucking sluts," Garyn chuckled, hugging Jason tightly to him.