I’m fucking grounded, but I don’t care, because Lukey loves me.
He loves me in the sense that I’m his little buddy, which is as close to dating as you can get with Lukey. We hang out every day, we play together, we stay up all night talking. It’s really made the past couple of weeks some of the happiest weeks of my life.
But just as much as Lukey loves my company, he loves my body. He loves grabbing me, man-handling me, cuddling me. He loves putting his paws on my arms, on my cheeks, lifting up my shirt and feeling my tummy, sticking them in my jeans when he’s cold. He presses me against the bed and kisses me for hours, lifting up my shirt and licking my nipples, kissing my tummy, giving me hickeys all over. At the bus stop, he’ll put his backpack on my lap and start rubbing me through my pants. He picks me up bridal style. Give me scratches under the chin. Caresses me. Loves me.
I never expected him to be so touchy. Ethan certainly wasn’t this touchy and I don’t see his parents being anywhere near this physical with each other. But Lukey, any chance he will get, will be touching me.
The funny thing is that he doesn’t like being touched back very much. He appreciates a good handjob, loves getting head, but when I try to be physically affectionate back he doesn’t take it. I’ve always wanted to top him but that’s never going to happen. He’ll literally move my paw off of his lap and call me gay if I try to do it. It makes me kind of sad. I mean, I love being with Lukey way more than I dislike not being able to touch him, especially since he’s so obsessed with me, but it still makes me sad.
I mean, I can’t even touch him now. I come over pretty much every night, but sometimes when my mom doesn’t want me to leave the house or when things with Ethan get weird, I have to settle with calling him. Or in this case, when I’m fucking grounded for skipping school to hang out with Lukey. He has his own flip phone since he lives above the garage but I have to wait until my parents are done to use the landline in the kitchen.
It rings a few times before he picks up.
“Yo!” he says. I can hear the sound of gunfire from whatever first person shooter he’s playing the background. “How’s my little loser?”
“I’m–”
“Hold on, hold on.” The sounds of his paws mashing against the buttons grows louder. “FUUUUUCK.”
“Did you die?”
“You’re supposed to be good luck, bud. What’s going on?” He laughs. “Whatever. I’d rather get to talk to you, Ranger. What’s up?”
“I miss you.”
“Why don’t yooooou come over, then?”
“You know I’m grounded.”
“Fuck, dude, what are you, seven? Come over anyway.”
“I can’t!”
“Dude. You’re an adult. What are they gonna do, kick you out and make you get a job? That’s what they’re gonna do anyway.”
“Your parents didn’t make you do that.”
“You know I’m looking, asshole. There’s a very attractive looking position at Blockbuster I’m thinking about applying to.”
I laugh. “Ugh, Lukey.”
“Ranger, man. What would you do if you were over here?”
I giggle. “I dunno, cuddle?”
“We cuddle every fuckin’ day. What do you want to do?”
“I want you to kiss me all over.”
“No, idiot. We do that every day. What do you reaaaally want to do?”
The fantasy I’ve had for as long as I’ve known him pops into my head, but knowing what I know about Lukey, I don’t think he’s gonna like it. That being said, he’s practically begging me to say it. I whisper, realizing I’m in the kitchen.
“Uhhh… I’ve thought about… like… like maybe me topping for once.”
“You wanna fuck me?”
He says it so seriously that I think I’ve done something wrong. “Ummm…”
“‘Cause if that’s what it’ll take for you to come over, then you can do it.”
“Really?”
The noise of his shooter resumes. “Yeah, man. You just gotta do it.”
“But–”
“See you soon!”
And then he hangs up.
So of course now I’m sneaking out of my bedroom window into the backyard. It’s a bad idea, it’s a really fucking bad idea, but he’s right that I’m an adult and I can do whatever I want. The throbbing erection I’ve had for the last half hour also helps give me a little courage. I hop on my bike, wheel it down the driveway in the dark, and don’t turn the headlights on until I’ve cleared my street.
I bike all the way down to Lukey’s house. The lights are on in Ethan’s room, so I head through the brush of the woods to the door at the back of the garage and take the stairs up. I knock on the door.
“Ranger?”
“Yessir.”
“Come in!” Lukey calls out.
I open the door.
And on the other side, Lukey’s kneeling on the edge of his bed, completely naked, ass-up. He turns to me with a smile, inviting me in with a wiggle of his butt. His white briefs are hanging off of his right ankle.
“Holy shit.”
“C’mon, Ranger! Let me uphold my end of the deal.”
“Are you… sure?”
“Please, I’ve seen your dick. I can handle it.”
“Hey!”
He snickers. “There’s some Blue Ewe hand lotion by the side of my bed if you just wanna sliiide yourself in.”
I step in, throw my jacket on the floor, and find the hand lotion he was talking about. Stepping behind him, I stutter. “Oookay.”
“Bro, what are you so nervous about?”
“Your ass is just…” I laugh. “I’m sorry. I’ve just always wanted to do this.”
“Gaaaay. C’mon, man, I’m getting cold.”
“Okay, okay!” I undo my belt and step out of my jeans, then pull my cock out of my boxer briefs. I slather it in the lotion.
As much as I’ve seen this in magazines and as much porn Lukey and I have looked up on his family computer, I don’t really know what to do next. I step forward and put a paw on his buttcheeks, spreading them apart, then I kind of just stare at it.
“Duuuude,” Lukey says, sensing my hesitation. “Stick it in already!”
“Fuck, fine.”
I don’t know what I’m doing but I just have to go. I keep his asshole spread open with my thumb and then use my other paw to slide my cock into him. It takes a second for me to actually push in, but once I’m in I’m fucking in. Lukey presses his chin down into the bed and lets out a good moan.
“Mmmmm, fuuuck,” he grunts into the bedsheets.
I push the rest of myself into him. It’s surprisingly easy. Once I’m all the way in I pull my paws away and place them on his waist. It’s as easy as pulling myself out and thrusting back into him. I let out a loud whine.
“Ranger. Girly-ass whine.”
“I’m sorry, you just feel good.”
“Yeah?”
“You feel so tight and warm…”
“Girly-ass description too. Get to it, man.”
I fuck him with the urgency he requests. Honestly, it feels good to dissolve his bravado a little, to have him moaning and grunting with his head in a pillow and his paws gripping the bedsheets. He takes every chance he can to tease me, but ultimately he’s the one getting fucked in the ass right now.
I start fucking him faster, my crotch plapping against his ass.
“There we go!” he calls out. “Yeeeeeah. You’re the fucking man, aren’t you?”
I close my eyes and lean my body forward onto his. I inch my paw downwards and find his rock-hard dick. When I give it a good squeeze, a thick stream of precum comes dripping down onto my paw.
My belly is touching his back. My paw is touching his cock. My dick is pressed deep inside of his ass. Our thighs are touching, my forearm is touching his belly, my other paw is on his butt. I am touching Lukey all over and he fucking loves it.
He lets out a good moan. “C’mooon. Make me cum, Ranger. Use that big dick. Make me fuckin’ cum.”
Just a few more flicks of the wrist and I can feel him finishing all over the bedsheets. He moans with each thrust, with each pulse of his cock. I pull my paw back and grab his tail for leverage so I can finally, finally finish inside of him like I’ve always dreamed.
I shut my eyes tight, I pull the base of his tail, and I push myself deep inside. One final thrust and I’m there.
“Gooood,” he mewls at me. “Theeeeeere you go, maaaan.”
I fill him up with my load. The sensation is so good but so overwhelmingly new that I have to pull out halfway through. I do get immense satisfaction seeing my cum dripping out of his ass down onto his balls. He falls down onto the bed.
We both laugh.
“Dude.”
“Duuuude.”
“Here, Range. Come cuddle.”
I sit down next to him and he wraps his arms around me. “Thanks for inviting me over.”
“Thanks for pushing me a little.”
“You liked getting fucked in the ass a little?”
He snickers. “Whatever.”
“Aren’t you glad you snuck out?”
“Yeah. Yeah I am.”
“Good. ‘Cause I’m calling your parents and telling them.”
“Dude!”
(This story is based off of my visual novel Older Brother Simulator 2002! You can play it here!)