Morgam and Kyros - Breakfast with my Love
Disclaimer: If you couldn't tell by the "Yiff (M/M)" tag, this story deals with gay furries yiffing. If you shouldn't be reading this for whatever reason, please don't. For everyone else, enjoy.
Author's note: Sorry for the mini-hiatus, I've umm... had to take care of a few things. Yeah... That and/or Lyro ended up reading a chapter and didn't react exceedingly well. Ah well, nothing works out perfectly. I'm back to writing, enjoy the following and drop me a comment if you liked it!
I've always liked Saturday mornings. Ever since I was a little kid, the first real day of the weekend was my favorite. Cartoons or cereal in bed, it was a break from school and the beginning of two days of hanging out with friends.
I'm in college now. Four plus glorious years of my life to be had in an apartment complex studying a subject that makes no sense.
But none of that matters today... Kyros unexpectedly showed up last night. Who's Kyros? Well he's my boyfriend of 5 months. The fluffy little dalmation showed up around 3 this morning. Apparently he'd been on the road part of the night to get here. Gotta love the furs that love spending time with you.
It's only what 9:30? A bit early even for my weekdays, but I want to surprise Kyros in bed with his favorite breakfast. Funny really, it was over breakfast that the two of us first met. I still remember it like it was yesterday.
I had realized that I was gay since at least the beginning of high school. Back in those days no one would have suspected me of anything, but then again, I still had a tendency to surprise people. Even though I was the shortest member of the track team, my unusual orange fur tinge (well maybe not unusual to my mom's fox background, but I ended up taking after my dad the husky) made me rather popular with the ladies those days. I guess in the eyes of the guys I was pimpin, but the girls must have secretly suspected or known.
Anyway Ciro, a raccoon friend from my economics class and the leader of the school's anime club got our group together for a trip down to Kawaii-Con, senior year. The morning after we arrived, I ended up one of the few people who ended up sleeping in and as such forced into dealing with the crappy hotel continental breakfast. Seriously what's continental about a bagel with vegetable oil spread? It was over that bagel and a cup of overly sweetened coffee that I first saw the pup. With nowhere else to sit, he nervously paced around the small breakfast nook.
"If ya need a seat, there's one over here," I said as I motioned him towards the empty chair across from me.
"Thanks, my name's Kyros," he replied with the same sheepish grin that I still dream about today.
"I'm Morgam."
We exchanged words about the group and what we had hoped to see this year and all through it, I couldn't help but looking at the cute spotted dog in front of me. The way his right ear drooped in the same way mine did, or how when he got to a topic he was mildly embarrassed over, he's scratch the same ear while gently shaking his head. I loved it all...
That convention, I don't remember much else besides following him around. Well that and grabbing onto his arm as he was about to trip over. The soft feel of his furry arms in my pawpads...
We kept in touch the following year. Even though he decided to go to college 7 hours away, we still randomly met up once in a while for coffee or pizza. I think he was waiting for me to pose the question...
Anyway over one of those pizza get-togethers, I non-chalantly asked him how he was dealing with the ladies. He did his nervous scratching and shaking of the head and from that moment on I knew if nothing else, he was fair game.
"Well, I've had my share of situations, shall we say. The ladies don't always work out with me..." he said trying not to meet my gaze.
"Are you gay?" I asked as innocently as I could.
Instead of replying, Kyros started coughing spastically, apparently having inhaled his soda as I posed the question.
"By your reaction, I'll take that as a yes... So..." I said making eye contact with the doggie in front of me, "Wanna be my BF?"
And though Kyros wasn't the first guy whom I'd wanted to date, he was the first one I ended up having the guts to ask out.
When he finally got around the coughing, he gazed into my eyes and said, "Well if you want me, I'd love to be yours."
For the rest of our conversation, I ended up nervously twirling a few strands of hair. In a way I was ecstatic over finally having someone for myself. At the same time as the first person who openly knew I was gay, it was rather... shall we say special... As if the floodgates had finally opened, and I had someone to talk to who felt the same way I did...
It's been 5 months since I popped the question over pineapple and Italian sausage pizza, 3 months since winter term ended and we had to go our separate ways again, and less than 7 hours since he drove up to spend this precious weekend with me.
He's still sleeping in the bedroom, since he got in late, we didn't really get to do anything but cuddle. Maybe sometime today...
Anyway while brushing my teeth; I made up my mind to make the perfect mushroom omelet for my sleeping puppy.
Still in a grey undershirt and boxers I entered the kitchen of my small flat and quietly got a frying pan and three eggs. I was just about to crack the eggs, when a pair of bespeckled paws wrapped around my neck in a furry embrace. I had missed that fluffy scent, the feel of the fur, the warmth of his hugs...
"Morgam, what're you up to?" my puppy asked me.
"Well I was going to surprise you in bed with your favorite omelet, but that's not likely to happen now that you're out of bed and latched to me."
"But ya know I've been craving something else the last few weeks."
"Oh really, and what is that?" I asked, dropping the eggs back into their carton and turning to dog wrapped around me.
"Why the taste of you of course..." Even before he had finished his sentence, I could feel the elastic band on my boxers sliding off, one set of soft paw pads stroked against my sheath as another began gently fondling be balls.
"Oh my, what a naughty puppy..."
"All for you my love, all for you."
As Kyros began licking my penis, I couldn't help but gazing into the inquisitive orbs that stared up at me. A stupid smile formed on my lips and I couldn't help but feel happy to have him.
Grasping me in his paws, I felt his rough tongue do a full lick up my shaft. My sensitive member twitched in his paws, lightly spurting out a shot of pre-cum. Nosing the tip gently, Kyros proceeded to lick the pre-cum before taking my full shaft in his mouth again. I sharply gasped as he tickled the tip with his tongue.
"Now that was the taste I missed so much," he replied when he finally looked up.
"I missed you too Kyros," I said as I lifted him up. My tongue met his as we kissed. The salty sweet flavor of my pre-cum still lingered in his mouth, but I didn't mind, I loved him.
Lifting him up, his hard cock rubbed against mine, I wasn't the only one hardened by the fun it seemed.
"Take me Morgy, show me that you've really missed me."
"You sure about that?" I asked as I gently licked his cheek.
"I want you now."
"As my master wishes."
Turning him around, I gently placed the tip of my penis against his hole. Grasping his hips I thrust deeply into the tightness that was my puppy.
"Ahhhhhh..." Kyros moaned in a frenzied mix of pain and pleasure.
"You alright love?" Though we'd been at it before, I didn't want to hurt him.
Looking up at me with one eye shut and tongue sticking out of his mouth, I could tell that even though it hurt, he was loving every second of it.
I began at a slow pace, gently thrusting against the ring of muscle that repelled me. The tightness and warmth that wrapped around my penis exhilarated and excited me. The moans of pleasure from the puppy beneath me added to the experience.
My pace ended up picking up speed as I felt the climax mounting inside of me. My knot was now rubbing against him. Not wanting to leave Kyros out of the fun, I gripped his cock in my free paw. And while I thrust into him, I began milking him as well. It didn't take long for my hand to become slick with his pre-cum.
"Stop being so soft," Kyros whispered between moans.
"If you think you can handle it," I chuckled to myself. With one final thrust, and an audible pop, I felt my knot imbed inside of him. As if a cork had popped from inside of me, a torrent of cum washed out of me. A minute or two of squirts, collapsed onto him gasping at the wonderful feeling.
"Now that's the husky I've been missing out on," he said as we lay there. "Love you Morgy."
"I love you too Ky."