Cannon x Grey

You and Everett have this arrangement.

It’s the third semester of senior year of high school, and you’re both adults now, and you both got into your colleges on the opposite side of the country early decision. Both his and your girlfriends broke up with you unceremoniously – something about focusing on the college process – and now they won’t even give you the stink eye. You’ve both been on the hiking club since the beginning of freshman year and you’ve known each other even longer than that.

That is to say, when he drunkenly asked you at a party if you’d ever have sex with a guy, one thing led to another and you ended up making out in the woods. You would have been caught with his dick in your mouth in front of the entire track and field team if he didn’t orgasm after maybe a minute of jerking him off. He said it was the best handjob he’s ever gotten. You said that guys know how to do it to themselves so of course they know how to do it to someone else.

You thought it was a one time thing. A mistake you made while drunk that you would never think about again. But you can’t ignore those looks he gives you in the hallway, the tension you could cut with a knife every time you’re out hiking, that awful emotion you feel every time he skips school and you’re in study hall staring at the wall. Turns out, he couldn’t ignore them either.

Here are the rules of the arrangement:

One. No one finds out about this.

Everett made this very clear. He has a reputation as a nice guy around the school – fun and happy and not bogged down by anything. His family has a reputation in town. We’re getting towards the end of our time here and he doesn’t want it to be filled with drama. He doesn’t want to explain it to his friends and his family and to himself. Whatever the reason is, you’re not going to tell anyone about it.

Two. We can’t do it at my house.

This one is mostly by circumstance. You share a bedroom with your brother and he doesn’t want you coming over to his house to do that, especially with his mom hosting all those parties all the time. The only place you could both agree on was the woods. With your experience hiking and how few people live in your town, there’s practically no danger in hiking out to the woods past the high school and banging it out there.

Three. This ends when we go off to college.

This is what Everett emphasized the most. It’s cute right now but it’s not going to be cute in six months if we’re still texting each other. It is especially not going to be cute if we’re 26 and still fucking in the woods of our hometown. This can last a few more months and it ends the minute we step foot on that plane.

Today, you and Everett agreed to meet after the track meet ended. You stuffed your lotion in your backpack before you drove to school today – no need for condoms since he can’t get pregnant. At the meet, you catch him sitting on the other side of the bleachers with his friends. It’s the orange beanie that gives him away. He’s laughing about something. You imagine feeling the scruff of his chin. You imagine pushing yourself into him.

It’s a cold February day. You stuff your paws into your pockets and watch the track meet from the side of the bleaches, music blasting in your headphones. Old autumn leaves tumble by in the breeze.

As the track meet winds down, you watch him say goodbye to his friends and pack his backpack up. He catches your eyes and looks at you for a second.

You nod. He nods back.

The sun is already beginning to set in the way that it does in the winter. The sky is gray with pops of orange and pink splashing though. Your breath is visible in the cold air.

You know the path to the log by memory now. Through the hole in the chain-link fence, about 200 paces out, past the clearing in the trees but well before the highway begins. When you hear the sound of rushing water, that’s where you want to be. Everett’s footsteps through the leaves crunch behind you. Of course no one’s out here and no one would follow you here, but you act nonchalant all the way up to the log just in case there’s a reason to. Your excuse that you’ve never had to give is that this is where you come to think. Yeah. Think.

You lean against a tree, swaying your tail left and right. You look at your boots in the dead leaves. There’s already an erection forming in your boxers. Everett comes up to you.

“Hey, man.”

“Hey.”

And he kisses you.

It is so warm.

Everett drops his backpack on the ground and pushes you into the tree. You lick each other’s tongues desperately – he’s been waiting all day for this. Everett places one paw on the small of your back and one paw on your face and he goes for it, kissing you like he means it. The bark scrapes against your jacket and it is lovely.

Already you can feel his erection pressing against yours. He keeps rubbing your face as he kisses you, but his paw begins to drop lower to the front of your cargo pants. Seamlessly, he undoes your belt and lets your pants drop to the ground. Your dick pokes out of your boxers.

He pulls back with a stupid grin on his face. How fucking cute. His little freckles are adorable. His brown bangs tucked under his beanie, his floppy doggy ears. A little bit of slobber drips down his mouth.

Everett undoes his jeans as well. He has a massive erection tucked into a jockstrap, pushed up and to the right because of a lack of fabric. He gets on his knees, bare skin planted in the dirt. You line your cock up with his muzzle and tap it on his face a few times. He wants it so fucking badly.

It’s like warm bliss putting your cock in his mouth. You sucked his cock the first time but Everett quickly figured out he liked sucking cock more than anything else in the world – it’s not a bad deal for you, really. Sometimes it’s funny how often that dog texts you asking to meet up.

He was a little toothy at first, but by now he’s perfected the art of sucking cock. He knows just where to lick, just where to put his paws, just how to get the whole thing back into his throat. He grips your ass as he takes a deep breath and pushes his muzzle towards your crotch. The whole thing goes in easy.

Everett doesn’t even touch himself while doing it. You lean your head back and place your hands on the back of his beanie, guiding the pace he goes, and he just sits there and does it. Sucking cock is cool but it’s another level of cool for him. Something tells you this isn’t going to end when he goes off to college.

He fondles your balls and presses the tip of his muzzle to your crotch. He sits there with your cock in his mouth for as long as he can, maybe 30 seconds, just enjoying it. Eyes closed. Smiling. You look at him the whole time.

After that, he pulls away panting. A thick line of spit connects the head of your dick and his mouth. “Hey,” he says. “Can you fuck me?”

You nod. “C’mon.”

He gets his jeans all the way off and gets situated on the log the way he likes, thighs over his body. The jockstrap is new to you and it is truly beautiful – all of that hiking means he has a beautiful ass and thick thighs. His asshole looks so soft tucked under his junk in the jockstrap. His tail is rapidly swinging from side to side.

The log is just the right height that you can stand pretty comfortably as you get into position. You take the lotion and rub it all over your dick, then spread some on his asshole too. He squeezes his eyes shut as you massage the lube in. His muddy boots are hanging close to your jacket but you don’t mind at all.

“Alright, Everett. You ready?”

“Please.”

You push yourself into him and it is everything you were thinking about. He is so tight but so warm. He lets out a bark that reverberates throughout the woods. “Faaawk,” he moans. “Fawk fawk fawk.”

“Yeah, that feel good?”

“Yeah yeah yeeeaaah.”

It feels glorious. He must feel so cold being so exposed in the autumn air. You’re covered all the way but you wouldn’t even notice if you were cold – it feels so fucking good. The wind rustles through the trees as you pound yourself into him.

Everett has also learned the way of anal – he takes all of you like it’s nothing. You take over the duty of holding his thighs up and pant over his face. He moves his head to the side and breathes out hard.

You take his dick out. It’s rock hard and throbbing – a clean 7 inches, with a cute brown and pink gradient to the tip. He’s practically frothing at the mouth when you begin to jerk him off as you fuck him.

“I’m going to cum,” he says. “Oh my god, I’m going to cum.”

And he does. He shoots a huge rope of cum all over his sweatshirt, and a few more that pool up on his abs.

Everett closes his eyes and takes it from you as you begin to jackhammer him. The noise of your pants plapping against his thighs is so loud but there isn’t anyone around for a mile. You can’t see anything but trees forever.

His jaw is wide open as he takes your cock. His eyes are shut in pleasure. Watching his face is just what you need.

Cumming inside of him is glorious. You forget the woods around you, forget the darkening sky, forget the air freezing in front of you as you breathe. All you can think about is the feeling of your cock pumping inside of Everett – your thick, thick load seven inches deep inside of him. He’s been begging for it all day and you finally filled him up. It feels like Heaven.

You slip yourself out and cum leaks out of his pulsing asshole. He pants hard.

“Thank you,” he says, “Thank you.”

“Yeah, man.”

He swallows. “No one hears about this.”

And you smile. There’s a power in that. Your jizz is leaking out of his ass. He came after two minutes of jerking him off. He’s been begging you to fuck him all day and you just came in his ass. And he doesn’t want you to tell anyone.

“I know!” you say. “I know. This secret’s just between us.”

Grey’s gotta know how down bad I am for him, right?

I hope that’s not crazy-talk. I hope that years of rooting around down there to porn of sexy roommates shacking up didn’t permanently destroy my brain. I hope I’m not some horny stupid idiot that’s about to ruin everything in my entire life because I couldn’t stop lusting after his boar cock. I hope I don’t regret this.

There are signs. There are plenty of signs.

We worked at the same bookstore a few years ago and spent our hours shelving discussing books we liked and our similar childhoods in New England. When I saw on Instagram one day that Grey was trying to move out of his parent’s house and into an apartment of his own, it just so aligned with my lease with my awful roommates ending and I sent him a text. We live together because of happenstance – we get along well but it’s more convenient than passionate.

Nothing shows that better than our opposite schedules, I think. It’s like we don’t even live together. He sleeps all day on the couch when I’m at work and then goes to work right around when I’m going to bed, so I don’t see much of him. We watch TV together sometimes, eat cereal for different meals at the same time, things like that. I never have to worry about the bathroom being occupied. It’s a fine situation.

Grey’s a great roommate, actually. The roommate who sleeps on the couch is never a good sign, but he treats it like a real bed when he’s in it and treats it like a couch every other time. His side of the medicine cabinet is neatly organized. He pitches in on Halloween decorations that appear when I wake up in the morning.

The one thing about him is that he’s naked a lot of the time.

We discussed it first, obviously. He said he’s more than okay with wearing a robe around but he was used to being naked a lot when he had his own room and that he’d still do it if I was okay with it. I didn’t think I’d ever be crushing on him like I am now, so I said yes because it didn’t affect me at all. I wouldn’t be doing that but he can do it. Whatever.

He’s beautiful. I don’t think I could describe him in any other way. He’s beautiful.

Of course I always knew he was an attractive guy, in a way that a lot of people are. Back at the bookstore, he got the tightest fitting tee-shirt with the store’s logo on it he could and a baggy pair of jeans. He wore a headband a lot. He could still dress like that for all I know – I don’t see him in clothes ever.

I don’t try to look at his body. I look at his face when we’re having a conversation, I see his body in my periphery when we’re hanging out, but I’m not trying to look at his body. Maybe sometimes I catch him sleeping on the couch and the blanket’s fallen to the ground and he has a boner, so of course I’m going to look for a second, but that’s not my fault.

His body is great, though. His build is a little feminine, actually – thin waist and thick hips, nice thighs and a taut stomach. He has a cute little mullet and a bunch of hair products in the bathroom. His tusks poke adorably out of his mouth when he smiles. Of course his dick is great too – he isn’t that big, even when hard, but I am not one to complain when my t-dick is one inch (lol). I am always charmed by the pink tip of his penis against the shades of brown fur across his body.

I texted him last night if he’d want to do some Halloween stuff together sometime as roommates, and he gladly responded yes. I’m bringing a pumpkin and some more Halloween decorations home from the store right now. We’re going to hang out. He’s probably going to be naked. It’s cool. It’s all cool.

I put the pumpkin down to stick the key in the lock and open the door. When I open it, he’s lying on the couch looking at his phone. He looks up at me with a grin.

“Hey, Cannon!”

“Hey hey hey.” I grab the pumpkin. “How are you?”

“I dreamed I was back in my hometown but it was also college… so weird. How about you?”

“Good, good.”

“I love your sweater, by the way. So spooky.”

I step into the kitchen (it’s all one room, obviously – curse these new apartment constructions) and put everything down. When I glance over at him, he’s naked.

“Oh! Pumpkin!”

“Yeah. I figured we could carve it if you want?”

“Yes. So fun. I have like 30 minutes before I gotta head out if you wanna do it now?”

“I also got some decorations.”

“Ooh! Let me see.” He stands up, chucks his flip-flops on (not sure why that’s the only piece of clothing he’d wear but I don’t mind), and walks over to the counter. I cannot help but look at his dick swinging as he walks over. It’s hypnotizing. He goes through the stuff. “Cute. Cute. Plastic skull. Fun! These jars are cool!”

And, of course, just to taunt me, he walks over to the bookshelf and puts the jar on the top shelf. He has to stretch to do that. I can see his balls between his thighs. His butt is so cute. I cannot be this horny right now.

“Shit, I love Halloween so much.” He grabs his phone and puts The Nightmare Before Christmas soundtrack on the speakers. He sings along. “Boys and girls of every age/Wouldn't you like to see something strange?”

I giggle at him and grab some paper towels. I lay them out and place the pumpkin on top, then sit at the counter. He leans to the side of it, with a good enough angle that I can see everything. He’s got to be doing this intentionally. He has to be.

We carve the pumpkin together. He scoops out all of the guts with his hooves and I use a spoon to clean the sides up. He eats some chocolate while I carve a typical Halloween spooky face into it. We discuss our favorite Halloween movies. It’s just the testosterone I hope but I am fucking wet down there. It’s awful.

When he has to go, he gives me a smile and goes to the bathroom to get dressed. He comes out in an outfit very similar to the kind he wore a few years ago - I guess some things never change – and grabs his bike helmet off the wall.

“We should do this more often!” he says to me before he closes the door. “See you, Cannon.”

“See you.”

As soon as he leaves, I lie down on the couch, pull my jeans down, and begin to massage my dick. I close my eyes and think about him. I smell the pillows and the blanket. When I orgasm, it’s like a wave of pleasure through my whole body until I’m dripping wet. And as bad of an idea as it is, as much as I should get up and pee right now, the couch is so comfy and warm and I am lulled to sleep right there.

I had this dream about Grey.

I’ve always had really realistic dreams, ever since I was a little kid. I couldn’t tell the difference between my dreams and reality until I was about 10, which is way too late for that to be happening. Of course, when I was a really little kid and I would dream about flying or turning into a unicorn, my Mom would be able to tell me that it wasn’t real. My dreams got more life-like, though, and soon I would start dreaming social interactions that were completely plausible but didn’t happen. My first ever best friend and I stopped being friends after I imagined she called me mean things to the entire fifth grade and we haven’t made up since.

That is to say, this dream felt real.

I walked into our apartment after a bad day. I was wet from the rain, I was pissed off from dealing with stupid customers, and I was sore from the way I slept. I walked through our apartment door and Grey was sitting on the couch, wearing that outfit he always wore at our old job. And he smiled at me.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hi, Grey,” I said back (or something like that – I may have realistic dreams but I don’t remember them point for point always).

“You doing okay, babe?”

And I sighed. “I dunno.”

“Shitty day?”

“Yeah.”

“Come over here.”

“No, Grey, I gotta–”

“Beautiful,” he said, placing a hand on the couch next to him, “You gotta come over here.”

I swallowed. “Okay.” And I sat down next to him.

I guess we’re dating in this dream. Nowhere do either of us explicitly say we’re dating but the things that happen feel like we’re dating. At any rate, I know we’re dating in the dream – I don’t know how to describe it any better than that. It’s one of those dream things where you know something’s true even though it clearly isn’t. For example, the apartment in this dream is, for all intents and purposes, our apartment (undecorated for Halloween), but it’s also my childhood home. Take that.

“You wanna tell me what’s wrong?” he asked, scratching my neck, “Or do you not wanna talk about it?”

“It’s just some stupid work stuff,” I grumbled. “Nothing worth giving the time of day.”

“You want me to comb your fur? I know you like it when I comb your fur.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, baby?”

I nodded.

Grey grabbed a hairbrush from, you know, wherever, and started to run it through my fur, from the tip of my head to the base of my neck. I took my sweater off so he could run it down my back too. He did that for a few minutes.

“Does that make you feel any better, baby?”

“It does. It does.”

And then I am suddenly thrust awake when I hear Grey rummaging through his bag on the other side of the door.

I look down. I fell asleep on the couch, as I’ve been prone to doing recently, and I guess I was masturbating when I fell asleep because my Smith’s shirt is tossed on the couch, my briefs are around my leg, and there is a distinct dried-crust feeling on the fur on my fingers. Analysis of the dream runs through my head in seconds – I fell asleep thinking about Grey (“thinking” might be an understatement) and I dreamed about him all night. There is something wrong with this dog.

I can still hear him rumbling through his bag. He swears to himself softly, then pulls the keys out.

With only seconds to act, I throw the underwear off of my leg and onto the shirt and I grab my phone and pretend to look like it. It just looks like I’m naked now, not that I fell asleep with my fingers shoved inside of myself moaning my roommate’s name so loudly that he could hear it all the way across Portland, which is slightly more normal.

The lock clicks open and Grey steps inside.

And he smiles at me just like he smiled in the dream. Tusk and all.

“Pussy OUT,” he says, raising a hoof into the air. “Dude, hi.”

“Hi, Grey.”

“Are you aware that your pussy is out and everyone’s looking?”

I smile but my heart is pounding. No one has seen me naked like this before and I need to cover up my stupid secret. “Uh, yeah. I just wanted to try it out.”

“Hey, awesome! I’m taking all this off too.”

“How was work?” I ask, trying not to think about the parallels to my dream.

“Good,” he says. He takes off his tee-shirt and jeans and grabs the cereal box from the cabinet in just his briefs. He looks so fucking cute like that. His butt is perfect. “Good good good. Moving tons of stock around. Listening to music. Can’t complain.”

“That sounds really nice!”

“Yeah, totally.” He pours himself a bowl of cereal with some milk, and closes the utensil drawer by hitting it with his butt. “Mind if I sit next to you?”

“Go ahead.”

He slips his underwear off and then takes the seat next to me on the couch. I grab my clothes while he isn’t looking and try to hide them under the pillow. I realize if I look at my phone right now there’s going to be some awful video of a random internet guy jacking off on it, so I don’t even touch that. Instead, I sit on the couch naked, with my naked roommate right next to me.

Grey doesn’t even realize anything is weird. He turns the TV on and finds a cooking show he wants to watch, then starts munching on his cereal. His dick and balls are literally on the bare fabric on the couch and it’s nothing weird.

We’re so close to each other. If he asked me if I wanted to fuck right now, I’d say yes. He could literally slip his fingers inside of me and I would ask for more.

Grey must see the expression on my face out of the corner of my eye, because he turns to me and smiles. “You good?”

“Being naked is weird.”

“You don’t find it freeing?”

I think about that for a second. “It’s super freeing.”

“Just weird?”

“I’ve just never been naked in front of anyone else.”

He gives me a look.

“What?”

“You haven’t?”

“No.”

“Are you joking?”

I give him a look back.

“Oh! I’m sorry. No no no no judgment, I’m sorry if it sounded like– I just didn’t believe that you haven’t, like, had sex before.”

“Why not?”

He looks down at his cereal. “You’re a good-looking guy in sexy sexy Portland, Oregon?”

I snicker at that. “Aw. Thanks.” He cannot say something like that to me while I’m naked in front of him if he doesn’t want me making a permanent wet stain on the couch.

“So I’m the first person you’ve been naked in front of?”

I nod.
“That’s so sweet,” he exclaims. He squeezes my shoulder. “Aw, dude. Cool.”

Him touching me activates my fight or flight (fuck or duck?) senses. “I think I’m gonna get dressed, though.”

“Cool. Feel free to be naked whenever, haha.”

“Yeah!” I stand up and walk over to my bedroom door. He isn’t staring at my ass which is nice. “Yeah.” I open the door.

“Oh!” he says. “Hey, wait. Question.”

My heart pounds. I am so close to collapsing on my bed. “Yeah?”

“My coworker is having this big Halloween party, like super big, and she said the more the better… would you wanna go with me?”

“Oh! On Halloween?”

“The weekend of.”

I don’t even think about it. “Yes, please.”

“Cool. Fuck yeah. Maybe it would help with that sex situation too.”

I open my eyes wide. He doesn’t even seem to realize how provocative that was. He just chews his cereal.

“See you,” I say.

He doesn’t look up. “See you, Cannon.”

Grey has to know something’s up.

Maybe he doesn’t. Maybe I showed up to this Halloween party with my overworked Dr. Frank-N-Furter costume for no reason, and I’m going to spend the entire time sulking in the corner like I did with every single party I did in high school. I stepped through the front door and didn’t recognize a single person, found a bathroom to change in (because I came here straight from work and I wasn’t about to strip down in the bathroom of a shoe store) and stepped out feeling more insecure than I have since I transitioned.

I thought the whole “I'm just a sweet transvestite from Transexual, Transylvania” Rocky Horror Picture Show thing would be funny, but the costume only ends up emphasizing all of the things I’m not the happiest about. The corset top only shows off my stomach and the panties are unflattering, to say the least. I’ve never been concerned about packing but I think about shoving toilet paper in there just to have it look like I have any sort of anything going on down there. I haven’t walked in heels since I was 12.

None of that matters. I have a red Solo cup of beer and then another, then really none of that matters.

It looks like the kind of parties people were having in high school, or at least in movies about high school, except everyone is a jaded PSU graduate in their 20s. I see Beetlejuice, I see Jojo Siwa talking to her twin, I see a Travis and a Taylor both making out with different people, so much for that. I appreciate the decorations – more millennial Halloween (orange string lights and decorative throw pillows) than gen Z (strobe lights and loud music). A soundtrack my phone identifies as “Spooky Halloween Sound Effects” plays in the background.

        And then I spot Grey across the room.

        It might just be the alcohol talking, might just be my horny brain, might be the fact that I came all the way out here on a Thursday night when I could be sitting in my bed watching Youtube videos, but as soon as I see him, I’m determined to get some tonight.

        He is so fucking cute. Grey has on four things: a plastic cowboy hat, cowboy boots I’ve seen untouched in his closet for months now, a pair of assless chaps, and black briefs. That’s it. No shirt, no pants, nothing else. In his hand is a red Solo cup.

        I stare at him from across the room, and it’s like nobody else is here.

        He’s almost more sexy with more clothes on. His bulge looks fucking great. I can’t believe he has the balls to just look like that around so many people. I see a little bit of his butt and it looks fucking awesome too.

        I almost don’t do it, but I’ve wanted this man for so long and I’m about to get him.

        As soon as he sees me walking over, he grins so wide. I love his smile so much.

“Hey! Cannon!” He goes in for a hug as soon as I’m close enough without letting me get another word in. “I’m so glad you showed up, man!” His breath smells like beer.

“Thank you for inviting me,” I almost whisper. It’s a lot more scary now that he’s right in front of me.

“I want you here!” He leans back against the wall. I stand about a foot in front of him. “You look really good. What’s your… uh. Who is that? I know him. Argh. From a movie.”

He’s only saying that because I left the wig and makeup at home. “Dr. Frank-N-Furter?”

“Yes yes yes,” he practically roars like he won a thousand dollars. “That’s it. Yeah. You look fucking good.”

Maybe he isn’t just saying that. “You think?”

“The whole corset thing? The panties?” He giggles. “Yeah. Fuck yeah.” Before I have time to do anything but blush, he continues. “Hey, can you guess what I am?”

I take a step back to look at his costume as if I haven’t memorized every part of it. “Sexy cowboy?”

“What are you saying about sexy?” He grins. “Normal cowboy. Normal sexy cowboy.”

“You think cowboys are out on the range dressed like this?”

Grey laughs so hard at that, placing a hand on my shoulder to stabilize himself. I’d be popping a boner right now if I could. Something’s happening. Something’s definitely happening.

“It’s sexy,” he says, “Because you said it was. Sexy is in the eye of the beholder, my dear Cannon.”

“It’s sexy because your bulge is on display for everyone to see!”

“What are you looking at that for, huh?”

“I can’t not look at it.”

That’s way more sexual than I was expecting, but based on the grin on his face, he doesn’t seem to mind.

“You can’t not look at it?” He bites his lip, then grabs his bulge with his hand. “You wanna get a better look?”

The next few minutes are a blur. He seems to already know the way to an empty bedroom. We scramble in and lock the door, then he pushes me down on the bed. Within a minute I am making out with this man I have wanted for so long.

Oh, curse my drunk brain. He holds my arms down and kisses me all over my face, on my cheek and on my neck and on my chest, and that’s already making my pussy wet. I love feeling his bulge pressed against my stomach. It’s when he pulls away and smiles that we both laugh at this beautiful situation we’re both in. “I’ve seen the way you look at me,” he whispers.

“Get me out of this fucking costume, please,” I whisper back.

He slips my corset and stockings off easy, making sure to pay special attention to my inner thighs with his thumbs as he pulls the stockings down. He also takes just his briefs off – he keeps the chaps on. I can’t say I mind.

His dick is fucking beautiful. I’ve seen his flaccid dick many times but never his erection – he’s maybe five inches and so beautiful. I want it in my hand like nothing else. His balls droop in the most satisfying way. What a perfect dick.

He pulls my panties down and grins. “Oh, wow.”

You’ve seen it before.”

I haven’t seen it like this.” He giggles a little bit. “Shit, you are so beautiful.”

Thank you.”

Oh, you are so so beautiful. And I bet you’re so tight, huh?” He presses his dick against my pussy. “I bet you’re so so tight, huh?”

You wanna find out?” I smile.

Gonna right now.”

        And then he presses himself inside of me.

        I stick my tongue out and pant. I hold my legs up to give him the best angle to insert himself inside of me from his position standing on the floor. He leans one paw against the wall and uses the other to guide his hand right into place. He presses one inch into me, and then another, and another.

Does that feel good, baby?”

        I whine in response.

Oh yes that feels good baby. Yeah. You like my fucking cock. You like my fucking cock, don’t you?”

        I thought my first time would hurt. It doesn’t. It feels so fucking good. Grey knows every single thing he has to do to make my body sing. He holds onto my waist as he pushes the rest of his cock inside of me. It feels so good to be filled up with him. I feel so warm.

        He has the most determined look on his face. He grits his teeth as he tries to get as far in me as he can, like he’s doing tough maintenance work on the ranch. I can’t get the analogy out of my head. He’s in his cowboy costume and he’s fucking me, so how could I?

Do you want to keep going?” he asks, panting.

        I nod. “Yes.”

Good. Good good good. You are so beautiful. You are so beautiful.”

        He pulls himself out of me and then pushes back in. I let out a moan.

“Oh, shit, you’re tight. You’re so tight. Jesus.”

And then he starts fucking me. He finds the right angle and he gets right into it. My pussy provides all the lube we need for him to fuck me like it’s nothing. He closes his eyes and finds his rhythm. I look at his face the whole time. His eyes squeezed shut. His tusks. His smile.

Getting fucked feels like everything I’ve ever wanted. His weight on top of mine is everything I’ve ever wanted. The sound of his thighs and his balls slapping against mine is all I’ve ever wanted.

His cowboy hat falls onto my face and we both laugh. “Hey, cowboy,” he whispers when he pulls it off of my face and throws it to the side.

“Hey.”

“I’m getting close. Do you think… do you think I can cum in you?”

My heart skips a beat. “Yes.”

“Fuck yes.” He grins. “First, though.”

He brings his paw up to my pussy and finds my g-spot like it’s nothing. Within 30 seconds, I’m moaning. Within a minute, I’m screaming his name.

He kisses me as I orgasm. It’s never felt like that before. He sends waves of pleasure through me, though my thighs, through my chest, though my fingers. He makes me shake, just with his fingers. It almost feels like I’m about to die. That’s how fucking good it feels.

Grey pulls his fingers out and pushes himself back inside of me. He kisses me as he fucks me, harder than he has the entire time, until I can feel something in him tighten and he is letting out a load inside of my pussy. He’s surprisingly quiet, letting out a few small grunts. I can feel him pulsing inside of me. I can feel his warmth.

He lays there on top of me for a moment, then gives me a final kiss before he pulls out. His cum drips out onto the blanket.

“Shit,” he says. “Shit. You’re good, Cannon. You’re good. Was that a good enough look for you?”

“I think it was.”

He steps back. “Okay. Okay. Uh. Use the bathroom, uh, and then do you wanna get an Uber out of here? I gotta sober up before work. Haha.”

It’s not until I’m sitting on the toilet, Grey leaking out of me, that it sets in how big that was. I just lost my virginity. I just had sex with my roommate. I just enjoyed a party.

I smile as I stumble standing up. How fucking good is this.

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