Jerry and Tom
A cat and a rat have a good night together.
I lie on my back and stare at the cracked, water-stained ceiling. In the dim glow cast by the T.V. I notice a new stain near the door. Irritation fills my head, as a new stain means a new leak. A new leak means Tom and I have to climb on top of the house and patch the roof. My piss-poor landlord surely won't ever get to it. I close my eyes and tell myself I need to relax.
I run my claws through my poofy white chest-fur, down my creamy belly, and to the waist of my boxers. It's a little ritual I do when I feel in the mood for sex. I turn over on the big sofa to look at Tom. Tom is a rat. Super skinny, grey furred, big eared and always horny. He's my boyfriend and often my partner-in-crime.
I'm Jerry, and for those curious enough to ask, I'm a cat. Son of a white american shorthair and a auburn Maine-coon. I've been living with Tom in a run-down one bedroom one bath shithole in the second-poorest part of the city, for five years now. We dropped out of high-school together, got jobs as trash collectors, and never looked back.
I crawl across the stolen-from-goodwill sofa towards Tom. He finally pulls himself away from "Tank Girl" long enough to ask me what I'm doing, even though he already knows. I answer by putting my face in his lap. I use my soft, pink nose to nuzzle Tom's rapidly engorging penis through his jockey shorts. When he's nice and semi-erect I move down to the big, fuzzy globes that are Tom's balls. Tom, like most rats, has an extremely large set of fuzzy grey testicles, that I happen to adore playing with. I poke, rub, and prod them with my muzzle until I have Tom good and hard.
Tom has one hand on my head, rubbing my ears, and the other winding it's way through my chest fluff. He knows I love my ears rubbed, just like I know he loves what's coming next. I pull myself(with some difficulty) away from Tom's crotch and push myself into an upright position. I stretch my back and yawn, drawing it out to keep Tom waiting. Standing up, I keep my back to Tom and hook my thumbs through the waistband of my boxers, slowly inching them down. Tom is fun to tease, so I use my bushy tail to cover as much of my chubby butt as I can, wanting to give him a show. Turning to him, I run my claws through my chest and belly fur stopping at the base of my now fully-hard shaft. I press it down between my thighs and let go letting it spring back up. Tom has a nice little tent in his shorts, and a small growing damp spot where he's dripping into them.
I place my paws on Tom's thighs and lean in, touching my nose to his. I can see by the blush in his ears he's ready. I rub my whiskers against his and ease his jockeys off, easing them over his cock, down to his knees, and finally to the floor. We stand this way for a moment, naked, fully erect, nose to nose, and wanting each other. He kisses me. It's a deep and intimate kiss, full of want and shared experience.
Tom breaks our kiss and runs his paws over my erection, making me shiver. I massage his ears and stroke his head fur as he rubs my balls and plays with my shaft, teasing a purr from deep in my chest. I pull myself away and lie back down on the couch, belly down, and put my nose to Tom's bare crotch. Salty sweat, sensitive skin, and Tom's musk fill my nose and my head. I lick from the base of his shaft to the head, pause, and take the whole thing to the back of my throat. He lets out a glorious moan of pleasure. My mouth is dry and my tongue is rough, so I need to salivate on it. At the same time I don't want to gag, so I give us both a second to adjust before pulling back, eliciting another moan from Tom.
I bob my muzzle up and down for only a moment before realizing if I don't slow down, it'll be a short blowjob. He's leaking hard already, and though the taste is nice, I wanna get off, too. I pull myself off the rat's throbbing erection long enough to roll onto my back and scoot myself under his right leg, resting it over my chest. From this position I can paw myself while licking Tom's balls and shaft. I return to his cock with gusto, bobbing, licking ,and slurping the rat's boner for all it's worth.
As I nuzzle under his balls, an idea comes to me. I nudge my muzzle further down to lick the backside of his balls and I inch my way further until.... A sharp intake of breath and Tom stiffens, then relaxes as I lick his tail hole. I bring my other paw up, to jerk him off as I eat him out, as I pick up speed and my own masturbation becomes more intense. I take broader and sloppier licks slicking him up and penetrating him deeper and deeper with my tongue.
Tom's breathing is becoming more erratic, his moans more frequent, and the slicking squirts of pre-cum tell me that he's close. I stop everything and tell him to sit on the edge of the couch. He's shakes and twitches as I kneel down in front of him and begin to paw again. I take him in my paw and stroke, letting the mix of his pre-cum and my spit act as lube.
My rat's orgasms are a real spectacle. Those nice, big balls I mentioned earlier aren't just for show. Out of curiosity, I once made him wait a whole week before I let him bend me over the kitchen table for a good, hard fuck. Before he came, I made him pull out and cum into the big pyrex measuring cup I keep under the sink. He filled it up to the one-quarter-cup marker. Nobody beats Tom for cum shots.
Tom is twitching and jerking nearly as much as his dick as I a build speed, rapidly pumping away. He suddenly leans forward and grabs me under the arms, ignoring my cries of surprise and protest, pulling me on to the couch and straddling me. He arranges us belly to belly, cock to cock, and begins to rub and hump against me. I wrap my paw around our cocks and jerk us off, as we thrust, hump, and kiss.
He comes first. He tenses from his neck to his toes and calls out my name as thick, hot ropes of cum splatter on to both of us. As he empties his balls onto us I catch up, yowling and adding my cum to his. His hips keep pumping my hand and rubbing against my orgasming erection as he showers me, the couch, the floor, and himself with jet after jet of the sticky fluid. He pulls away from me and brings his dick to my face, and I oblige by catching as much of the sticky fluid on my tounge as I can. My own orgasm is waning, relaxing to a warm finish as I wrap my lips around Tom's still spurting dick to milk the last of the jizz from it.
Eventually, he relaxes and pulls his still dribbling dick from my mouth. I swallow the hot, salty load and we bask in our post-orgasm bliss. Both of us are drenched in Tom's semen. It covers my belly, chest, face, and groin as well as the couch, floor, Tom's belly and chest, and the end of his muzzle. I pull him in for a kiss and we fall asleep to the end credits of "Tank Girl".
The next morning ,after we unstick ourselves and take a shower together, we climb up to the roof to patch the tiles. At noon we take a break, sitting on our roof in the heat of the day, drinking the case of beer from the refridgerator, and watching big trucks bring in scrap to the junkyard across the street. He throws an arm around my waist and tells me he loves me, and I give him a peck on the cheek and lay my head on his shoulder. Things are pretty good for now.