Hopelessly In Love
Two in one day? How absurd.
This is a short piece I got inspiration from rather randomly. It's not a political agenda, as such: just the concept and taboo of a cub and an adult being love.
Sometimes, people just don't understand. They pretend that they do, or even shrug it off as being something in your best interests, but they never get it. Even the ones closest to you might never truly get to grips with how you feel, how you think.
Nemo had that feeling constantly. He had a secret, one he desired to keep, for the sole reason of how people would react. He knew they would see him differently. He knew they would complain, or they would butt in, ruin things, change things, to suit what they felt was his best interests.
Nemo was 11 year old canine with rich auburn fur, and he was in love. Hopelessly in love. People wouldn't get it, of course: he's too young, or he doesn't yet understand what it means, but he knew it. He realised it every time he saw Luther. And, Luther understood it, too. He loved him back. They were hopelessly in love together.
Nemo was a canine, and canines were loyal by definition. Of course, Nemo fit that stereotype to a T: he would never let anything happen to Luther. That's why he kept their love a secret. Of course, it wasn't all him: the other was great at it, too.
Luther was a University student, studying Economics. He was Nemo's neighbour, and commuted to the city centre to attend lectures every Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday. The rest of the time, he was at home, doing chores or fishing for jobs that fit his criteria. He was a lax, but kind and caring soul. He, too, was a canine, and also held up to the stereotype. Nemo had known him almost all his life: they had played together when the cub was much, much younger. Nemo remembers with Luther put a basket over him and sat on it until he learnt to behave. The two were almost like brothers.
Yet, Nemo knew this wasn't true. When he started to develop the feelings, he didn't dare as his mother, nor his father: he was scared they would ruin things. So he kept it to himself,asked his friends at school, and the realisation hit him like a ton of bricks: Love. That's what it was. He was in love with Luther.
The older Canine was 18 now. He had strong, powerful shoulders and a slender frame typical to someone who like to keep in shape. He bore a mop of black hair atop grey fur and a piercing gaze of someone who felt more than he should, yet held a lot back. It was a 6 year gap difference between them. Kids matured younger these days, sure, but there was still the barrier, the 'age of consent'. The Government deemed that children couldn't understand what it meant. But, everyone knew it, everyone talked about it. Nemo had heard his friends talk about sex numerous times. Many of the girls fauned after boys older than them.
The subject of his infatuation had never concerned him: loving another boy was just something of nature. He knew it was possible, and he didn't fight his feelings, even if, deep down, he knew it wasn't the best idea. It came to the point where he couldn't hide it any longer, where the tingling bellies and fleeting glances weren't enough for him anymore. So, he had come out with it.
It was easy for Luther to understand, and in fact, he encouraged it. Nemo, at first, couldn't believe it, but Luther was soon getting closer to him. Before he knew it, the older Canine was kissing him, mere minutes after his confession. The two had melted down into a passionate, smouldering romance. They hadn't touched each other. No-one took advantage. They just cuddled, and kissed, and talked.
Sure, 11 year olds lacked vocabulary, but Nemo knew what he tried to say, and Luther always understood him. But they had quickly agreed that what they had couldn't be public. Luther understood as well as Nemo what would happen if it did, so they made a pact.
It was easy for Luther to conceal it: Nemo's parents saw him as one of his own. They, too, had watched him grow into a fine adult, and they were happy to have him in their home. They trusted him to babysit, to look after their son whilst they were away or when they were too busy. It was almost a little too easy: Nemo's mother was an on-call doctor and Nemo's father was a real estate agent. Both were away for lengthy hours, and when possible, Luther would always cover them for a discounted charge for babysitting. It just meant for time for them.
On the days where they wanted to spend time away, it was also easy to do. Luther simply explained that he wanted Nemo to enjoy the city when his parents didn't have time, and they easily agreed, even paid for some trips. It left the two of them alone, in public, to enjoy one-another, and occasionally slink away into a dark alley to enjoy each other a little more.
They had been 'together' for over 6 months, and Nemo knew no-one would understand, even now. It had niggled at him, but he knew what to do, what to say, to draw away suspicion. No-one suspected him of anything else, and he had learnt to hide it.
One day, it was raining. It was a Saturday: the two of them were free, and Luther had devised a cunning plan to get them to day to each other. He had offered to take Nemo to a movie, and then to some other things. His parents had agreed wholeheartedly: Nemo's mother was swamped in A&E and Nemo's father was far too busy with a new sale to pay much attention. The two of them had quite easily gone and watched something, on the silent agreement that they would be home by 6.
"Good movie, right?" Luther grinned, checking the time on his watch. It was 3pm: 3 hours until Nemo had to be home. He smoothed back his mop of black hair and ran his hand over the back of his grey-furred neck as he looked down at the pup.
Nemo resisted the urge to sneak his arm around Luther's own as he held up the umbrella, keeping his dark red fur impeccably dry, bar from his legs. He nodded happily as they took a left down into a fairly empty-looking road. They were taking the long way back home, hoping to enjoy the scenery of the back roads and enjoy some privacy. They walked for a time until they had mostly moved away from the main center of the city and into the more urban areas.
"C'mere, you." Luther chuckled, snatching the umbrella off him and hooking an arm around Nemo's side, tugging him closer. The pup only stood at 5 foot tall, and Luther was a good foot and a half taller. But, it was enough for a good cuddle. Nemo's auburn tail wagged happily behind him.
"It's nice, like this," Nemo remarked as he looked across at the trees that decorated the residential areas. "Just us, walking, enjoying each other."
"That is it, Nemo," Luther replied pleasantly. "There's other things we can do, too."
Nemo got the suggestion and he grinned goofily to himself. All the times that Luther suggested these things made his stomach flip. His tail stood up on end and he felt his cheeks burn at the very concept of it. Of course, they had done it before: numerous, numerous times. Sometimes quick and rough, other times soft and loving, when they had the time.
"...Come on." Luther tugged Nemo towards the trees to their left. They were right by the side of the road, and the trees were packed neatly enough to keep them unseen. But behind them was a tall fence into a person's back garden. Were they outside, someone would spot them.
"Wait! Someone could see." Nemo giggled as Luther set the Umbrella parasol-down on the grass, it's handle sticking up. The rain ran down their fur, drip by drip from the branches and leaves overhead. In an instant, Luther's hand raised up, cupping under the cub's jawline. His thumb traced along the bone and his eyes smouldered with a lust and passion unlike any other.
"Let them watch." He murmured, deep and rich, full of authority and desire. Their lips connected, and sparks flew. Nemo's heart melted and he leant into the kiss, his breath hitching in his throat and his hands weakly curling around Luther's shirt. The warm summer air made it easy for them to wear little, and made it all the more easier to engage in such passionate activities.
Luther's kisses were intrusive, but his hands were reserved, measured. Each movement was carefully planned. The canine's tongue was savage like an animal as it lashed about, smearing and rolling around the other's inexperienced tongue. Yet his hands were calculating, calm and methodical. They first moved down to the cub's neck, stroking along his damp auburn fur, before down to his collarbone. They traced against the bone with their thumbs, measuring each contour of his flesh and each tense movement. His hands snuck down, one wrapped around towards his slender back whilst the other rested at his side. He tugged the cub closer as his kiss pressed deeper.
Nemo whimpered underneath him, his entire body lax from such passionate kisses. His hands could barely hold steady against Luther's chest and his knees practically wobbled beneath him. He couldn't help himself around Luther, and couldn't help the way it made him feel.
Their lips parted, almost disappointingly, as if they wanted to stay longer, to feel more. Luther's gaze pierced through Nemo's own and right into his soul, his very being. The older canine's eyes were hungry with desire, but he held it back.
"Why are we doing this?" He asked quietly, barely above a whisper. It was hard to hear in the rain, but it was as if there were no other sound other than his voice. Nemo's breath hitched in his throat and a warm chill ran down his spine.
"Because I love you." Nemo weakly replied as he finally got strength in his hands to tug Luther closer. Their noses pressed together and Luther closed his eyes. He angled, slightly, and their lips pressed together again in a quick little peck.
"I need you." Luther murmured huskily, pressing forwards to push Nemo against the bark of the wet tree. The cub would have normally complained, but in the heat of the moment, he didn't care. Luther's hands were already on him, his desire unable to he held back any longer. Nemo was just the same.
Their hands were quick, as if this had all been done before. Luther first started with the cub's shirt, tugging it over his head and tossing it onto the muddy ground as his hands quickly ran over his warm, dry chest. Then they moved down, and in an instant, the cub's shorts were down, revealing his small little undies. Nemo had worked relatively quickly too, to the best of his ability. He had unbuttoned Luther's shorts and got them down to his ankles.
Luther's hands ducked down and hooked around the back of Nemo's legs. He hoisted him up with ease until they were in the right position. He used one hand to keep him up as the other fidgeted with their crotches, pulling underwear and garments to the side. Their lips moulded and mashed together in a number of quick kisses amongst passionate stares as Luther fumbled with their clothes.
Finally, it was there: Nemo's pants had been hooked around, revealing his inviting pucker just enough for Luther to get to it. The older canine's underwear was down just enough to let his thickening canine member and his balls to hang free. They didn't need lube, and already, Luther was positioning himself. He pressed his tip against the entrance, and pushed.
Nemo let out a hot, weak gasp as the member pushed into him, accompanied by a thick groan from his older lover. The two pressed their lips together again as Nemo scrunched his eyes up, accommodating the thick cock into his body. He felt it sink deeper and deeper until Luther stopped, pulling back. He always paused at 5 inches, like clockwork, and then pulled back and thrust again. It was one of the easiest ways for Nemo to get used to his thick member, and he typically craved the entire length.
"I love you." Luther murmured under his breath as his trailed his mouth down, peppering Nemo's neck with light, passionate kisses. The cub rolled his head back, eliciting a small whine of pleasure as the older Canine started in on a steady rhythm. He humped and thrust, his balls rolled up and slapping into his lover's backside. The knot was not yet inflated, but it would be, soon.
"L-Luther...Yes...!" Nemo gasped out, not caring who heard as their engage in pleasurable intimacies. It was quick and rough, but full of lust, love, and desire. Luther had stamina, something that Nemo lacked, which made this all the more easier. Luther's thick member plunged itself in all the way as it grew and grew, reaching it's peak at 8 inches of thick, canine cock.
The rain ran down their bodies, added by their own sweat. They rubbed and rolled against each other, planting kiss upon kiss as toes curled and tails swished. The sound of their sex amongst the rainfall filled the air: primal grunts and soft whimpers accompanied by wet slaps as Luther fucked his cub boyfriend.
Soon, the knot was inflating, and Luther pulled back to let it swell as he eagerly bucked his hips. The knot squished and pressed up against the whole, almost as if it was a warning of what was to come, but Nemo welcomed it, craved it. He loved the feeling of his lover filling him up. Soon enough, Luther's thrusts became hard and fast, forcefully bumping himself against the young cub. His knot squashed into the tight ass, denoted by a wet slap that echoed around them.
"Don't stop...don't stop...!" Nemo begged him, his mouth agape and his cheeks flushed. He yearned for this feeling, and his own little member was pushed up against his belly: a stunning 4 inches throbbed and pulsed between them, the knot already swollen and aching to burst. The pushing and thrusting of his lover's cock stimulated his prostate, urging his orgasm closer and closer.
"Nemo..." Luther growled out his name, sending a chill down the cub's spine. He knew Luther was close, but he couldn't hold it in. He let out a weak whimper, and his orgasm hit him hard, making his entire body tense up and clamp down. His velvety inner tunnel squeezed like a vice and milked his boyfriend's cock as he dribbled tiny strings of cum against their bellies.
It was enough for Luther, and he huffed, shoving himself up into his cub. He thrust as hard as he could and let out a warm sigh of pleasure and lust as his knot finally popped into the tight sphincter. It pulsed powerfully, before his cock erupted in a jet of thick cum that coated the inside of Nemo's tunnel and delved into his most intimate areas. The cum spilled out from around his knot, leaking down his hefty balls and splattering onto the grass belong them, around Luther's legs and feet. The canine emptied his balls into his lover, accompanying it with a passionate kiss and a tender hump. The cub weakly trembled against him, overwhelmed with pleasure and love. They pressed together, their hands still roaming, yet relaxed and gentle in the aftermath of their sex.
"Luther," Nemo weakly breathed, kissing along the canine's jawline as Luther silently kept watch. "...I love you so much."
The grey-furred canine cast his glance down, his eyes showing all that he needed to say. He cupped a hand under Nemo's cheek whilst continuing to prop him up with the other. He kissed him gently as he tugged his hips back, his knot popping from the tight little hole. Cum poured from the used pucker, dribbling down the bark and onto the grass below.
"...Me too." He murmured after a while, sounding a little exhausted. "Lemme carry you home and get you cleaned up."
Of course, he had to dress him, and he did so: he tucked up the cub's underwear whilst he carried him to his chest,and tugged on his shirt, noticing it was covered in mud and grime. He tenderly helped the cub into his shorts and then gave him a piggyback ride.
"Let's just hope you can walk by the time your parents come home." Luther remarked with a goofy grin, making the cub's cheeks light up.
"Hey! Don't be so rude..." He giggled to himself, relaxing into Luther's back as the canine quickly jogged his way down the road, discarding the umbrella. Neither of them cared for the rain. Nemo simply enjoyed the warmth of his boyfriend.
He was hopelessly in love, and no-one would understand.