Guitar Hero/ You're My Hero
"You home this afternoon?" asked Conner in a very excited and somewhat hopeful tone. Conner was a sophomore. He was 16, a 6 foot 4 black wolf with dark red birthmarks, was hansom, and a very good baseball player. He usually played in the outfield, being so tall and having a very powerful throwing arm.
"Maybe, but I still have to clean up my room," said Brett; a 5 foot 11 human. Brett liked Conner because of two reasons. One was that he was a freshman, and even the big seniors seemed to be scared of him. The second was that no matter what he did, he felt a special connection to Conner.
"Alright, just call me when you are finished," said Conner as they slowly drifted away; Conner to his car, and Brett to the bus.
After a couple of stops, it was finally Brett's turn to get off. He strode to his house, and when he got to his room, he let his book bag slip off in disbelief.
"This is going to take forever," he moaned as he started to pick up his week old clean cloths that he had just dropped there to go play with Conner. He put them all on hangers; putting the jeans in his dresser, and putting his underwear and socks in the linen closet. He made up his bed, and just threw all his other stuff in the closet to save time and to please his mom.
He was just about to call Conner when he got a great idea. He pulled out his old Monopoly game set and started to work. Square by square, he made up his own game. He put every possible kinky thing that he could possibly think of for him and his best friend could do to pass the time, because his mom was out of town, and frankly he had nothing to do. When he finally got done, he held it up and looked at it like it was a masterpiece of literature.
After that proud moment of accomplishment over his somewhat mediocre feat, he decided to call Conner. He picked up the phone and dialed his number.
"Hello?" came Conner's deep and somewhat sensual voice.
"Hi, you ready yet?" Said Brett, trying to mock the voice that Conner had.
"Brett you rascal, I'll be right over." "CLICK" and just like that, there conversation was over, and Brett waited downstairs for his buddy to arrive. He ended up getting board, so he turned on the T.V. After some tedious channel surfing, he decided against watching the tube. On his way to turn off the machine, he heard a knock at the door. Not wanting to keep his guest waiting, he skipped turning off the T.V. and ran for the door. All he could see out the eyehole was a huge, black and red mass of poignant fur. He knew the mass to be Conner's out of breath chest. When he opened the door, he looked up to see Conner staring right at him.
"What ya' do, run here?" asked Brett, again underestimating the great wolf.
"Ya. It's quicker that way, and it's better on the environment. After all, it's only 15 miles." Conner said that like it was no big surprise, but it was, because he got there in 25 minuets.
"Whatever, come in, come in," Brett said, opening the door wide enough to allow his guest in. He watched as Conner had to duck just to get through the 6'2 doorframe.
"I thought that we could play Guitar Hero for a little bit. I don't care, whatever you want to do." Brett supposed.
"Sure, we can play guitar, but I call the Jimmy H. Guitar." Yelled Conner, as he was already halfway up the stairs.
"Damn, that's my favorite one," moped Brett, knowing that this time he was going to have to give Conner it this time. Brett hurried upstairs and found Conner on the beanbag, a Jimmy H. guitar in his paws, setting the game up to 2 players.
"You think you're ready for THIS?" Conner yelled as he reached down and grabbed his huge bulge in his pants.
"About as ready as I'm ever going to be!" Brett yelled back, grabbing the nearest guitar and plugging it in. He didn't' know why, but Brett found his 'enthusiasm' very arousing.
The first song, "Disturbed," was Conner's favorite song. He smoked Brett on expert with a surprising 99% to an 86%.
"Alright, if that's how you want to play it," said Brett, as he scrolled down the list and picked "Raining Blood." That being Brett's favorite song. He killed Conner because his paws were not that flexible for the solo.
"Shall we Ro, Sham, Bo for the final song?" suggested Conner.
"I'm ready when you are," taunted Brett.
They put their hands up (and paws) and said the chant. Conner won with what looked like paper covers rock. It was hard to tell, because of the digit-lacking paw. But Conner intimidated Brett, so he let Conner pick.
"Aww, not that song." Said Brett when Conner scrolled up to "Before I Forget."
"I won ro sham bo, so I get to pick the song!" said Conner in a low threatening (with a hint of kidding,) growl. Brett for some reason found this VERY arousing. He tried to cover up his groin area as a very noticeable bulge came to him. Conner started to smell something familiar; the faint musk of man. This smell was very strong, but decided to ignore it, because it leaded right to Brett's crotch area. After demolishing Brett, they just sat there watching the T.V. Then Brett got the idea to ask Conner to play the game he had made. "Hay, Conner, I was wondering if you wanted to play a board game," questioned Brett nervously. "Sure, what is it?" Conner puzzled. "You may not like it, but it's a new one. One that is a little more, well, taboo." As Brett slowly said that, red flags shot up all over Conner's better sense of judgment. "I hope you are not getting at what I think you are getting at. Because I just want to ensure you that I'm just not that way." That is when Brett started to plead his friend. "Oh please, just one game, I promise it will be REAL, REAL quick!" "I will not play some stupid game, much less some gay board game." That was the most definite thing Conner had ever said to any of his friends. "Please, I will let you use the Jimmy H. guitar from now on, and I'll do your home work for you for a month." Brett almost was at Conner's feet when he said this.
Conner thought to himself about how he had 2 classes that were F's and 3 that were D's. "I will do it only on three conditions." He said. "The first is that you have to do it for 2 months, as school is almost out and we have very little homework to do these days. The second is that you can just experiment, but no board game, and the third is that this NEVER leaves this house, or I'll castrate you and fuck you as a girl from then on, Got it?" Conner didn't mean to be so forceful, but this was serious. "Consider it done," said Brett, "I'll go look for some lotion." Right then Conner was thinking what he was getting himself into. "I'll run to the mini-mart and get some condoms, because it's only a couple of blocks away." Said Conner as he headed out the door.
As soon as he left, Brett jumped with joy at the fact that he was going to loose his virginity today. Even if it were to a guy, he would not have it with any other friend, because Conner was his best of them all.
A couple of minuets later, Conner returned with a 2-pack of XXL condoms. He called out Brett's name and the answer came from somewhere upstairs. Conner could smell the scent of human ecstasy in Brett's room. He opened the door to find Brett still looking for the lotion. "Need some help?" inquired Conner. "Yea, can you sniff around to help me find the lotion?" "Sure," Conner said and began sniffing around the dressers for the scent of lotion. 5 minuets later, Conner picked up on the scent of Strawberries and Cream. He opened the cabinet and grabbed the Extra smooth type of KY Jelly. He showed Brett his find, and he was ecstatic. "You really are enjoying this aren't you," said Conner as he smelt a fresh wave of musk. "It's just my first time, and I'm a little excited and nervous.
"That's ok. Just strip down and get on the bed with me." Conner said nervously, climbing on to the bed.. After he stripped, Conner looked back at Brett, just to find him with still his underpants on. "You still need to take those off," as he pointed to his tidy-whities, "I can't get through those."
"I'm still just a bit shy. Your balls are so huge, they dwarf mine by more than double! I'm just about 5 inches. What are you, a foot?" That was true. Conner couldn't help for being sorry for the lad. After all, he was 11 inches last time he checked. "Its ok, just take off your pants and lay on the bed." After he said this, Brett followed and was on the bed in no time. Brett eyed Conner's ball sack with a mixture of intimidation and anxiety. He slowly brought his hand over and rested it onto Conner's sack. Conner purred with pleasure, as no one had ever caressed him like this before. "Oh my god you are so huge!" said Brett as Conner's cock slowly started to emerge from his sheath. While this was happening, Conner had his eyes closed with pleasure. Brett then leaned over and started to make-out with his furry balls. Before, Conner was just barely sliding out, now he was full emerged, all 11 inches. Brett's eyes sprang open with excitement when he saw the sudden raise of pleasure in Conner's groin. Brett eagerly started to nudge Conner's huge member. Conner stifled a small howl with that sudden change of pace. After he got control of himself, he placed a large hand on top of Brett's head, ushering him to go a little deeper. Once Brett was about 5 inches down, he realized he could not go any farther. He sucked on the heavy article and then started to play with the hole. He swished the head with his tongue and ran it across Conner's penis vent.
This whole process was making Conner cringe with pleasure, often getting involuntary shakes. Brett then started to slide his mouth over the side of the tender organ. A string of pre went on his nose and a little bit on his eye. Noticing that this was impairing Brett's vision, Conner brought Brett's head up to his own and licked all the pre off and the ventured into some of his orifices. Having never been with a human before, he wondered what they tasted like. He first ventured into the ears, finding them to taste very unpleasant. Then he went into the nose, his tongue lightly going in and out of each nostril slowly. Then he moved to the beast tasting one of them all, his mouth.
It was like heaven when he found Brett's tongue; very much like his; invading his mouth. He let it explore, all the time he was doing the same thing in Brett's mouth. He tasted the slight taste of spaghetti (today's lunch,) still lingering there.
After the long embrace, he decided it was time to do it. "You ever watched a porno before," asked Conner, scooting off the bed. "Yea," said Brett, wondering what his friend was thinking. "Get into your favorite position." It was a firm, but also curious tone in which Conner wanted to see what Brett would do. Brett was not stupid, he knew what Conner wanted to do, and he did not reject that. He squirmed to the edge of the bed and brought his legs up to meet his head. As he did that, Conner unrolled the condom over his large member. After he saw Brett, he Poured some lube on his paw, instantly warming it. He spread some on his member, and some on the inside of Brett's still virgin ass. He gave Brett one of those 'are you sure you want to go through with this' kind of look. When Brett nodded enthusiastically, slowly and steadily, he slid his throbbing cock about halfway in. Brett's face exploded in a mix of pleasure and pain. Conner was in the doghouse now.
His instincts kicked in, and that one intro into someone sent him into a sex rampage. He plunged himself into Brett, his whole body shook. He tried to stop, but it felt so good! The next 4 minuets were nothing but ruthless, sex. Brett became so chafed, he began to bleed out his hole. Conner felt so ashamed of himself. He was hurting his best friend. In and out, in and out. Conner could feel his climax coming on. Brett would have felt his, but he had already came 4 times on his chest. After, a couple more thrusts, it became too much for Conner and the last thrust was mind-blowing. He came so hard, it filled the rubber to the breaking limit. He felt the condom break and send his warm seed deep into Brett. Conner withdrew his penis and saw that Brett was unconscious from the pain. Conner picked him up and brought him to the middle of the bed. After a shower, Conner went and laid his moist body next to Brett's. After all that, Brett rolled over and put a arm around him. Conner felt bad about the treatment he had shown his friend. He was thinking about waking Brett up and saying that he was sorry when he heard Brett whisper, "You're MY guitar hero." Conner smiled and went to bed thinking, "Is this going to be the beginning of something beautiful?" He gently drifted off to sleep with the gentle bliss and small afterglow that still hung around conscious.
I hope you enjoyed this. This is my first story to be read by any one. So please comment and rate my work. Thank You.