Lukey x Ranger
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!)
“Ranger!” my mom calls out from the kitchen. “There’s a call for you from, uh, I. C. Weiner?”
“Coming!” I call out.
I snicker to myself as I throw a pair of shorts on and head out of my bedroom. I grab the phone from her. “Lukey?”
“You like that one? I saw it on an episode of Futurama.”
I turn away from my mom, who’s reading the newspaper at the dining room table, and whisper. “Hey, I’m right in front of my mom. What’s up?”
“So no respect for the name I came up with?”
“I thought it was from an episode of Futurama.”
“Same difference. Hey, I need you over here.”
“It’s like nine in the morning on a Saturday.”
“Uh huh?”
“Okay, I’ll come over.”
“Theeeere we go. Oh, and hey, bring that camcorder with you.”
“Okay!”
I hang up, stash my camcorder in my backpack and hop on my bike. The days have been starting to get warmer but I’m still a little chilly as I bike over without a jacket. Ethan is on a spring break volunteering trip with his track and field friends so I’m good to stash my bike in the garage and head on up.
I knock on his door. “Is that my pizza?” he bellows.
“Your 9 in the morning pizza?”
“Yeah! Not letting you in unless that’s my pizza.”
I roll my eyes and grin. “Yes it is.”
He opens the door wide. He’s standing there in a pair of white briefs and his classic layered tee-shirts with a grin on his face. Eminem is playing on the radio. “Heeeeey, bro. You got that camera?”
“Uh huh.”
“Hell yes.” He steps in and throws himself on the bed. “Come over here, Range.”
I drop my backpack and sit next to him on the bed. He pulls me onto his body and gives me a kiss on the cheek, then a noogie. “Hi.”
“Okay. When you think of me, what do you think?”
“Awesome?”
“True. Keep going.”
“Hockey-playing rockstar?”
“Keep going.”
“Are you just looking for a compliment?”
“Keep going, idiot.”
“Sexy?”
“Yeeeesss.” He sits up. “I’m sexy as fuck.”
“Uh huuuh?”
“So my new goal… is to become a porn star.”
I can’t help but laugh.
“What’s so funny, man?” he says in his threatening older brother voice that doesn’t intimidate me anymore.
“So you don’t want to be a hockey-playing rockstar anymore?”
“No, dude. Okay, get it through your head. I’m still going to be a hockey-playing rockstar, obviously, I’m just also going to be a pornstar.”
“How are we going to do that?”
“You are going to record me jerking off.”
“Okay.”
“It’s going to be so sexy. I’m gonna cum all over the place and it’s going to be the hottest video ever.”
“Yes. And then what?”
“We send it off to the, I don’t know, porn studios? That’s your job, okay?”
“I really don’t–” I laugh. “Okay. Yeah. Deal.”
“Great.” He stands up and drops his briefs to the ground. I go into my bag and grab the camcorder. He presses himself up against the closet door and starts playing with himself.
“Should I be recording this?”
“I wanna give them the best material, so I wanna be full mast.”
“Sure.”
I watch as he strokes himself, already pitching a tent in my shorts. “You are so fucking gay, Ranger.”
“You just look sexy.”
“I know. That’s why we’re filming a porno.” He grins, smacking his cock against his paw a couple of times. “Aaaalright, there we go.”
Lukey starts jerking off. Only a few strokes and he lets out a little grunt.
“Oh, wait, I should be recording.” I open the camcorder and press the red button. “Okay. Go.”
He keeps stroking himself. His tail starts hitting the closet door behind him, making a consistent little thumping noise. I’ve never recorded someone jerking off before, so I don’t exactly know what to do. After a couple of seconds of some unmotivated camera work, I move in to do a close up shot of his face.
“Fuuuck,” he whispers under his breath.
I move down and get a shot of his paw as he touches himself, then move back and get his whole body again. He takes his paw off of his cock and moves it onto the doorframe, then sticks his tongue out as he shakes his hips and swings his dick back and forth.
“How’s that looking?”
“You’re going to give them 30 seconds of you jerking of?”
He grins. “You’re right, Ranger. That’s not gonna be enough.”
“What should we do?”
He steps forward, his cock swinging with each step. “Gimme that.”
I hand the camera to him. He places it on the console table the TV is sitting on and positions it towards the closet door.
“Alright, I need you over here.”
“Over where?”
He gestures towards the closet door. I comply.
“Alright, now take your shorts off.”
“What!?”
He laughs. “Range, do you want me to be a famous pornstar or what?”
“You want me in the video?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“‘Cause I need someone to suck my dick so I can show off my topping skills and there isn’t anyone else in the room to suck my dick.”
“Why are my shorts off?”
“Because I like the way you look when you’re hard in your briefs, idiot. I need inspiration if this is gonna be a half decent video.”
I shake my head, but I know I can’t resist him when he’s making his excited face at me. “Oooookay.” I drop my shorts to the ground. “There.”
He steps towards me and places his paws on my shoulders. “On your knees.”
I follow his directions. He smiles at me and smacks my face with his dick a couple of times.
“Yeeeeaaah,” he whispers. “You like that big cock, huh?”
He cups his free paw under my chin and holds my muzzle tight with it, then coaxes open my mouth by pressing the tip of his cock against my lips. I open up and let him slide it right in.
Keeping that paw under my chin, he puts the other on the back of my head and guides his cock in until it hits the back of my throat. “Fuck, Ranger,” he moans. “Fuuuck.”
I’ve gotten real good at sucking Lukey’s cock the way he likes it. Or, really, sitting there as Lukey thrusts his cock into my mouth. Sometimes he likes sitting back and letting me go at him while he’s playing video games or whatever, but generally he manhandles me so he can control every little aspect of it. He controls the pace, how far down my throat he thrusts, where on my body he’s grabbing. And I fucking love it.
“Hey, buddy. You take over.”
I pull away and focus on jerking him off as he reaches behind him and grabs the camcorder. He holds it in his paw and points it straight at me. With the other, he ruffles my fur.
“There we go, buddy. Suck that cock.”
I press the whole thing deep into my throat.
“Yeeeeaaah. Suck that big cock.”
I keep going down on him while he records me. He might honestly be having more fun playing with the camera then getting head with the way he swings the camera around and gets all of these angles. Eventually, I do something just right and he lets out a hearty moan.
“Aaaalright,” he chuckles, turning the camera around to record his face. “You ready for the big finish? Heeere we go.”
He places the camera back down on the TV console and puts his paws on the back of my head. Lukey shuts his eyes tight and guides himself right to the edge, his tail whipping back and forth.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuuck…” he moans as he lets out a load deep into my throat. It’s a thick one. I have to take a deep breath and take great care to swallow each rope as he pulses it into my mouth. “Fuuuuuuck…”
He pulls out, a line of slobber and cum forming between my mouth and his cock. He gives a thumbs up to the camera, then pulls me up.
“Hell yes. Thank you, Ranger.”
I wipe my mouth. “Anything for you.”
“Let’s take a look at this video, huh?”
He taps at the screen a couple of times and makes a confused face. “Hm?”
“It’s just black.”
I grab it from him. “Ohh. I think the camera died.”
He shakes his head. “Ughhh. Bro. We got none of that?”
“Maybe just the first part.”
“Ohh my god. Fuck.” He throws himself onto the bed, his cock still dripping with cum.
I sit down next to him. “I’m sorry, Lukey.”
“Charge the camera next time, man.” His frustrated expression softens as he looks at me, then he smiles. “I guess we’re just gonna have to try again, huh?”
I smile back. “Porn stars do a bunch of takes, I hear.”
He pulls me in and presses my head into his chest. “I love you, idiot.”
“I love you too, Lukey.”
“Gay ass.”
The last couple of hours, I’ve been hanging out in Lukey’s room.
At a certain point, he stopped opening up the door when I would come up to his room because he was annoyed that he would have to get up, so he just started yelling from his bed for me to come in. After that, he told me to stop knocking and to just invite myself in. And then, instead of calling me to come over at 7 or a specific time, he’d tell me to just come over at some point in the next couple of hours. Over a two week span, I walked in on him jerking off three different times.
Now, I kind of just invite myself over whenever and Lukey doesn’t seem to mind. He doesn’t lock the door or anything and my presence being there doesn’t substantially change his plans to jerk off, play video games, try to learn the bass, and mime hitting hockey pucks into the window.
I’ve been laying on his bed for a couple of hours now. He generally doesn’t leave the house all that often so I was expecting him to be here, but it’s been okay without him here. I’ve long since learned to appreciate the dank but sickly sweet smell of his room, move around the half-full Blue Ewe cans without knocking any of them over, and to not touch any of his stuff or have him yell at me. I’ve been drawing in my notebook and listening to Eminem on his cassette player.
And then out of the corner of my eye, I notice on the ground a pair of his briefs.
There’s clothes strewn all about his room, literally hanging off of the TV and the ceiling fan, but normally he keeps his underwear stored away. He has one kind, these white briefs that fit him perfectly, but I’ve never really gotten to examine them because he always yells at me for looking at him too gayly (or, as the weather’s been getting warmer, he hasn’t been wearing underwear at all, just a tee-shirt and nothing else.)
I squint at them. I could just grab them and take a look.
So I do. I stretch forward and shimmy them out of the pair of skinny jeans they were trapped in, then hold them in my paws. Just the sight of them gets me rock hard instantly.
The shape is just so appealing to me. The cup to hold his dick, the cut of the fabric perfectly framing his thighs, the way it shapes his butt. It’s almost like the lingerie that the girls wear in the porn we’ve watched together but for dudes.
And they smell. Not rancid or anything, but definitely sweaty. I can’t help but bring them up to my nose and take in a big whiff. Between the musk of his body and the Blue Ewe body spray I could get drunk off of this.
And then the door whips open.
I look up. Lukey is staring right at me.
“Bro, what the fuck are you doing?”
“Lukey!” I exclaim. “Um, where were you?”
“Job interview, assfuck. Now why were you sniffing my underwear?” He slams the door behind him and steps towards me menacingly. I know, I know he’s harmless, but in that moment I feel real, genuine fear and my body. And it only makes me harder. He gets right in my face. “What are you doing sniffing my fucking underwear?”
“Job interview?” I whimper. “I didn’t know you could get a job.”
His face softens and he lets out a chuckle. “Blockbuster.”
“Oh, shit, you finally went for it?”
He steps back and stretches. “Mom and Dad were hounding me about it. I was not happy to be there and the asshole doing the interview took one look at my resume and I could tell she had already rejected me, so I was just fuckin’ sitting there answering all of these lame ass questions. Like, where do you see yourself in five years, fucker?”
“Hockey-playing rock star with a night gig as a porn star?”
“Yeah, you and I both know that, Range, but that’s not gonna get me hired anywhere.”
“I don’t think you’re getting hired anywhere anyway.”
“After I stood up and gave her the finger, yeah, no.”
“Well. I’m sorry.”
“Fucking whatever. I just did it to get my parents off my case. See, I did the interview. We’re good.”
“Well, if you don’t get a job, you can always hang with me.”
“Yeah, until summer rolls around and you have nothing better to do.”
“Hey. I’ll always have time for you, Lukey.”
He stares at me for a second, his brow furrowed. “Yeah, I’ll hang with the underwear sniffer over here. Dude, there’s a reason why I wasn’t letting you get too close to it, ‘cause I knew you would do some gay shit like that.”
I giggle. “Sorry. I just… sorry.”
“No, dude, wait. Get up.”
I stand up, unsure what he wants from me.
“Take your shorts off.”
“What?”
He grins. “Dude, take ‘em off.”
I drop my shorts to the ground and step out of them.
“‘Kay, and now the briefs.”
“Lukey–”
“Dude. Now.”
My face completely red, I drop my briefs to the ground. I am rock hard and completely exposed.
“Hand ‘em over.”
I do.
He takes them from me and, very deliberately, brings them up to his face and takes a big whiff. He mockingly grabs his package with his free paw and starts shaking it around, then starts moaning in an effeminate voice into my underwear. “Fuuuuck fuuuuuck fuuuuuck fuuuuck! Ohhhhhh ohhhhh ohhhhhh!”
“Okay.”
“Fuuuuuuuuck! Ohh Lukey, I love the smell of your fat cock so much! Oh I’m gonna cream myself!” He laughs. “That’s you. That’s what you sound like.”
“Can I have my underwear back?”
“No, dude. This is what it felt like when I walked in on you sniffing my drawers, little pervert.” He steps forward and swoops my shorts up too. He takes them and throws them basketball-style onto the top of his wardrobe. “Yeah. None of these.”
I blush, not any softer than before, kind of expecting him to push me into the wall and start kissing me as he is wont to do. “Okay, so.”
“Sooooo… you wanna play some video games?”
“I’m naked.”
“How is that my problem? Hey, either play some video games with me or you can sit there all hard, whimpering and moaning.”
So we play video games together. I’m extremely self conscious about my dick being out the whole time, but Lukey is not one to balk at nudity. Besides making fun of me when I get hard after he gives me a noogie, yelling, “That’s what you get! That’s what you get!,” it’s not a topic of conversation at all. We play together for a couple of hours and then we sit and listen to music together and by the end of it I forget my dick is out at all.
“Hey,” I say. “I should probably get going. I have school tomorrow.”
“You don’t wanna skip and hang out with me?”
“Lukey, I can’t.”
He bites his lip. “Okay. See you then, loser.”
I stand up and go over to his wardrobe to get my pants.
“Hey. Nuh uh uh. Those are mine now.”
“What?”
“You forfeited your right to them when you started sniffing my underwear.”
“How am I gonna get home?”
“Your bike?”
“I don’t have any pants, dude.”
“And that is my problem how?”
“Lukey, I can’t go home without– why am I explaining this to you?”
“Sorry, dude. You’re just gonna have to stay.”
I look into his eyes as he sits on the bed in front of me.
Lukey is begging me not to go. He’s just doing it in his older brother way.
I step over to him and climb onto his lap. He laughs at me, prepares to call me one of his locked-and-loaded insults, but I shut him up by giving him a kiss. I hang my arms around his shoulders.
“I’m not gonna leave you, alright?”
“Are you sure?”
“Lukey, I’m not going to leave you.” I pause for a second. “I love you.”
The corner of his mouth trembles. He swallows. “I love you too.”
And then he pulls me in for another kiss.
