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London Entry #1 -First Date - Part 1

Ian and I had been together for about a week now.

After my client arrived early while my best friend, secret crush, was still at my flat, things had gotten a little crazy.

I had gotten into the porn industry a few years ago when another friend of mine, when I lived on the West Side (the bad side of Twin River, our town) introduced me to it.

As a guy I am obviously familiar with pornography. Being bi, I was used to both kinds, however I really had never thought about what it took to make it.

Well, apparently that friend, who I don't see too often anymore, did. Apparently he had been producing it for about 6 months and suggested we partner up. I would get the clients and he would organize the shoot; setting, photographer, buyer and such.

Seemed good to me.

Luckily, living in the West Side, it wasn't hard to pick up prostitutes or just regular people that had fallen on hard times.

We would pay them decent money for the shoot and then make nearly a 100 percent return once we sold the pictures, either to magazines or websites.

Living in a newly post industrialized area, work was often hard to find. Especially for my kind, immigrants from East Europe, who often found themselves poor and in government housing.

My parents moved over here for hope, but instead we were neglected by the government and cast aside. Twin River, after the fire 14 years ago that claimed my father and 100 other workers, decided to transition from a textile producing town to one relying heavily on tourism.

Unfortunately, infrastructure for tourism was expensive. The beaches were first cleaned and structured to look perfect. This was good for us, but after the grunt work was over, a whole half of the population was left with little work.

Several families like Ian's scored big, investing in hotels and other big businesses that moved in. Others, like my family, didn't have any money to invest. What little money we had went to rent, food and basic necessities.

None was left over for anything.

After my mum died, I was alone. I guess you could say I slipped into depression. I had no one except my 3 foster families that took me in, but quickly threw me out for being too difficult.

I wasn't bad or anything. I just can't keep still for very long. You'll find me painting in the morning, going out to eat for lunch, running by noon, swimming at 2, working a part time job around mid afternoon and then back at home.

Because of my consistent activity, I eat a lot. And unfortunately for my foster families, which were generous, but not much well off than my family was, just couldn't keep up.

Luckily, once I was old enough, I liberated myself. Around that time I met Ian who had also recently lost his parents.

I became close friends with him, but I was too embarrassed to tell him about my job.

Especially when I started filling in for my clients. Apparently I'm pretty good looking. I never really looked at myself too closely I guess.

I don't know really. I personally think I look ordinary, but I would always get compliments as well as requests for me to switch from organizing to participating in the shoots.

Being young and curious, I decided to give it a shot.

As soon as our normal clients heard this, we were booked for weeks straight. I made a lot of money on the side too.

Some of our clients, the ones who weren't connected to porn industries, would higher me on the side to either perform erotically for them, roleplay with them, or even for them to just take pictures of me.

I split from my friend's industry as I was only making 25% of the commission. Now I was getting 100%.

Within 2 years I was able to move out of government housing into a flat (which I got a good deal for) in the Mill District, one district closer to the rich district on the East Side, where Ian lives.

I was never really interested in getting there. I just wanted to get out of the West End. Although it felt comforting being around people who had similar tastes to me, the area was notorious for crime. Several times I was mugged at gun point or knife point.

It just wasn't safe.

And although my current area still has some crime problems, in the year that I've been here, I have yet to get mugged, which I would say is a good step up.

Another benefit from moving was that I didn't have to rent out a place to shoot, I had a perfectly good studio to do it right in my flat, which I like greatly.

My flat's not too big, just a kitchen/dining room, living room, studio, full bath, half bath and a bedroom. Oh, and a walk in closet, which I like a lot.

Because they had recently renovated the mill and I was the first interested, I got a deal for 900$ a month. Today they go for nearly 1300$! As a bonus, I was able to pick the flat I wanted.

I went for the one on the fourth floor, right in the middle for a couple of reasons: 1) It looked right over the river. (The other side looked over the parking lot and street). 2) The building doesn't have an elevator so I would be forced to exercise every day (Which is a big deal for me). and 3) It looks over this romantic bridge where couples lock locks and throw away the key. It's pretty popular in our town. Couples from as far away as Absolution (Our capitol, a 30 minute drive), come to this bridge.

I secretly always wanted to lock a lock on it with someone. After meeting Ian, I wanted to do it with no one else.

I guess I might actually have the chance now! That is very exciting!

And that's all thanks to the photographer not showing up, as well as for my client arriving half an hour early.

I'm not sure why she kept on insisting 7:30 was the time she was supposed to arrive when my text clearly shows I said 8. Whatever. Maybe it was fate.

Well, Ian, being a photographer, subbed in for my guy. I was pretty embarrassed being naked in front of Ian. I didn't know how he would react. In hindsight, I guess he enjoyed it quite significantly. I didn't know he was gay. I guess now, looking back, the skinny jeans, the colourful outfits and the rainbow coloured earrings could have hinted at it. I've been told I'm slightly unobservant. I don't see it (Ha Ha! Get it! It's punny!).

After the shoot began, he began acting really weird. And then, when I was tied up, he did these things to me, these amazing things, that drove me crazy.

At that point I was basically 100% positive he was gay. I wasn't sure if he was simply taking advantage of the moment though, or if he was actually coming onto me.

Then he stopped! What a jerk! I thought, "The least he could do after humiliating me was finish."

He finished alright. Only after making me confess I had feelings for him though! Granted, I wanted to tell him, but I was afraid of what would happen if he responded negatively. I valued our friendship more than anything in the world.

I wouldn't have it ruined because of stupid feelings.

Well, it turned out he had feelings back. So maybe I was stupid for not telling him before. Oh well, the past is in the past.

After he gave me a blow job, Rosie left, leaving us alone.

We were, uh... kind of a mess.

So we took a shower together. At this point I guess I was pretty comfortable with my new situation. Who knew within the course of one half hour, I went from being embarrassed, ashamed, tied up and then to having a boyfriend? Like what? It's just... mind-boggling!

The shower was nice though. I was still a bit intoxicated so it was kind of difficult to clean myself good. Ian helped me, scrubbing my back and legs while I did the front.

He let me help him a little bit in return,. Luckily he wasn't too much of a mess, just mostly his belly.

We kissed a lot too. Fuck, he's a good kisser. He like, puts his whole tongue into your mouth. For some reason, he likes to lick the back of my teeth, which I kind of find sexy.

I guess I'm more of a traditional kisser, but when I'm with him, oh my God! I can't help but do the same to him. I've never kissed anybody so passionately before.

And he just keeps going. He has an amazing lung capacity.

And speaking of his breath! What's up with that kissing thing!? Jesus, I have never felt something so magical feeling before.

The breath evaporates the kiss, leaving a cold, tingling sensation on the skin. I get light headed just thinking of it.

Where'd he learn this stuff!?

I've been in porn almost 4 years and I haven't seen half the things he did.

Well, the things he did were enough to get me hooked. I'm just satisfied that he knows them.

After the shower, he asked me if he could sleep over. He even offered to sleep on the couch if I wanted. I insisted he sleep in my bed. I had caught him sleeping on it already, so I guess he likes it.

We went upstairs and talked.

At first, it was kind of awkward, but after he grabbed my hand and held it tightly, all of my tension and worries dissipated.

He has that about him. It just takes one of those smiles of his, and suddenly everything's perfect.

He told me we didn't have to rush things, that although we kind of already had done some intense stuff, we could start over in sorts. I took him up on the offer.

I've been told I'm kind of conservative or traditional on stuff.

So I thought dating would be a good start. I told him we could still call each other boyfriends, just that dating would help us get to know each other faster.

You may say, "London, what are you thinking! You've already made it to third base! Go for the home run!"

Well theoretical furson that is really just a construct of my imagination and thus can not be watching my every move, I say to that, and I'm sorry if this makes your imaginarily constructed amygdala sad, but I'm not really too into sex.

I like it, sure. But I prefer to be stimulated mentally. Getting to know a fur "turns me on" just as much as erotica or sexual intercourse.

And although that's true, don't feel too disappointed electromagnetic representations of neuronal information, as I'm sure Ian, who seems adept at sensual pleasure, will want to practice some of his magic on me soon enough.

And I'm not sure if I can say no to that amazingly cute grin of his.

Well, back to our talk I guess.

So, we came to the conclusion that we will take each other on a series of dates, 1 every Sunday, for at least a month or two.

Ian recommended that I take the first one, as he kind of was in charge of our "first" interaction as a couple.

I didn't complain.

Well, today's Sunday, 1 week from when I was orally stimulated by my secret crush after I was chained to a wall and made to beg for more.

I bet your fictional minds are just dying to read about our date. Well, too bad. You'll have to wait until tomorrow.

I can't continuously write you know? I mean, even I have somewhat of a social life!

To Be Continued...

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Looks like our two star-crossed lovers are going on a series of dates! How precious.

And it looks like London doesn't think you exist, all you furs out there. What are you going to do about it?

Probably nothing, you know, considering you don't exist.

Sincerely, IanWolf

(Do any of us really exist? Probably not. We're probably just simulated data in some alien race's computer game).

Until next time all of you furs out there who may or may not exist!

Don't forget to click your non existent favourite, watch, and rate button! Also leave a comment that may or may not exist and that I may or may not read and most definitely, but maybe not respond to.

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