SMOOTHA.TXT (M/M, Rough-Sex) Smoothie, Revision 1

Just another wet-dream - by SwampRat (c) 1996 Gay Furry Association

I really have to stop reading things that make me wonder 'What if...' Not
a Lot of sex in this one.

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The 'Bi-Sected Angle' was fairly empty. There were other Bars to be in,
and the fact both Males And Females freely mingled, kept the 'Crowd' away.
John didn't mind. Being a bruin, one sometimes learned patience the hard
way. And Weekdays, especially Snowy Weekdays were slow anyway. He
scratched his stubby tail, then washed his hands. Second-generation
Gengineered stock.. Supposed to look less human. Hah! What a crock.. A
squeak made him look up - 'Gotta get that hinge fixed' and a coated
something came in. *Tap* *Click* *Thump* It walked to the coat-rack, aided
by a stout cane. The thick coat was shaken and removed, revealing an
undercoat, sensible pants, and shoulder-length silver/white hair.  It
turned...

A gasp, followed by a whispered mutter that ran around the room.. Gold-rim
glasses sat on a generous nose. Deep blue eyes, full sensuous lips,
surrounded by that same silverish hair in a mustache and full flowing
beard. *Tap* *Click* *Thump* John came to his senses and wandered over to
where the man was sitting himself. "What'll it be?" 'Ouch - How cliche'
"Something to warm old bones on a cold evening.." The bear nodded, turning
so he could shift his pants around, suddenly getting very tight in the
crotch. Irish coffee, with a good dollop of Baley's. He put in down with
an extra napkin.. A wallet that folded along the side appeared, and a 20
was placed on the bar. "Keep the change." John deliberately over-reached
and allowed his fingers to stroke the human's..

The only response was a wink and a long sip. "Now That's good Irish
Coffee." John grinned, and pointed to a sign - "Coffee Bar, Spirits and
Fresh Java." He and went back to his glasses and stocking. A few beers
later, he returned to the lone human. "What brings you out on a night like
this?" No packages, so he wasn't one of the shoppers who 'find' the place
occasionally. Stay long enough to get a mail-order form, and run out. As a
side-line, mail-order coffee was doing real well for him. Not so well he
would close the bar, Not with Hot Males like this one walking in all the
time. Another slow sip.. A shrug. "Just got tired of sitting. Can't do
much physically with a plastic knee, and got enough money." A Nod and a
smile.. John turned the hand over, looking at the wrinkles and calluses.
"A Hard-working hand, still strong." An iron-like grip confirmed that.
"Had a farm for nigh on 3 generations. Then the interstate came in. Now I
got some acres - mostly trees, and brush. Kept the house, but it's too big
for one old man." 'So That's where the accent came from.' "Got a few
friends in The City, so I visit every now and again." The bear squeezed
one more time, then went to re-fill mugs again, knowing That look before.
'Friends.. Ex-Lovers most likely.' But not his responsibility to pry into
other's affairs... Unless they opened up first.

Now that the shock and novelty had worn off, conversation turned back to
normal things, and the man was pretty much ignored. A couple of times Furs
looked his way, but got no responses. Suddenly, all the lights went out.
"Great!" John turned up a radio he kept behind the bar - "... Power
outages all over due to power-lines down. Crews are working overtime to
remedy the problem. Expect delays from hours to a few days until the storm
moves on." Groans, curses and mutterings as everyone got up and left. John
turned everything off, drained the sinks, and stuck a bag of his favorite
blend in a pocket. He helped the elderly male into his coat, and setting a
sign in the window about being closed due to weather (It happened often
enough he had a sign made up), helped him out, locking the door. "Never
did get to finish that coffee." It came out as a wistful sigh. John
Grinned.. Was that a pick-up line? Who cared?!? "If you would like another
cup, my place is just up the way.. Sir." A hand grabbed his butt and
Squeezed. "Sure.."

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The lights Were on at his place, 3rd floor of a 5-story Building. Half the
building was offices, the other half living quarters. An elevator that had
been around since time began creaked open, allowing them out. A stubby
tail wagged, being teased by a rough-nailed finger. "Heater is in the
living room." He went into the kitchen, after hanging his coat up.
Starting some coffee, he made a pile of sandwiches, putting some in
baggies. 'No use keeping stuff that might go bad when the power goes out.'
Gas powered most of the place, and he soon had soup, coffee and the
sandwiches on a tray. Bringing them out, he gazed over the figure sitting
on the couch. Fairly well-muscled arms, silver watch-chain in his vest, a
paunch that made him look like Santa in a business suit. John stifled a
chuckle, thinking about a Queer Pole, with deer who frolicked with the
little men.. and one Big one who cracked the whip on them - Literally! He
set the tray down, and sat beside the human, still wondering what made him
offer.... The guy Was sexy in his own way. But John was careful about his
lovers.

Conversation was light as they ate and drank, discussing whatever came to
mind, both of them a little self-conscience. Found out Robert was in town
to do a little shipping and business. And John has someone in the family
that fished for a living. While they chatted, hands were busy rubbing
legs, crotches, chests... And they ended up snuggling close together when
the food was gone. John groaned as a finger rubbed him through the cloth
of his pants, cock outlined quite well. He wasn't sure about his guest,
for nothing Seemed stirring when he rubbed back.. A kiss led to another,
deeper one, lips locked to lips, eyes half-closed with pleasure and
desire. The bear reached up and removed the glasses, wanting to see the
man's incredibly beautiful blue eyes. They looked at him, through him..
Engulfing him even as he felt a hand undoing his shirt buttons. hard
fingers reached in to caress his furry chest, finding an erect nipple to
tweak. Their owner moaned, going semi-limp as one hand cradled his head,
breath mingling with his own. Teeth - Artificial, but who the hell cared?
- bit into John's ear, making him gasp and catch his breath. "Ohhhhh..."
He moaned, feeling a tugging at his shirt.

"What are you..?" A *Ziiiip* told him, his cock springing free, demanding
attention. "A hot lil bruin.." The words made his heart beat faster.. His
wrists were gripped and as he wriggled, still dazed at how fast things
were going. He felt hands, rough, leathery hands with calluses and a thumb
rubbing the underside of his sensitive head. "Oh, Oh Yessss.." He arched
up, leaking pre-cum. "How are you at kinky-stuff?" John wriggled his hips
and butt and would have said he liked spanking chickens if it kept that
hand on him Just a little longer. "Ok.." he gritted his teeth,
half-helping the man undo his pants and pull then down. 'Gods, I am
getting Turned-on!' A chuckle warmed him. "Good, sturdy boxer shorts. Ya
can tell a lot 'bout a person by what they wear and how they shake hands."
He nodded, moaning again as they too were pulled down a little.

"Now you tell me if this gets too much to handle.." A finger smeared
pre-cum across John's cock-head, making his stubby tail-wag. "MMmmmmmm..
What? Oh - Ok Sure." Fingers gripped his nuts, rolling them around,
playing with them while the bear rolled his head on the couch, gripping
it. had it been So long since someone played with him? Maybe it was just
the rough/gentle way the man excited him. a tug on his balls and his cock
went rigid.. All the loose skin was gripped tight as the man spat in his
hand, then started rubbing the bear's cock-head. Not much more than that,
But as the hand dried and the friction became noticeable on nerve-endings,
those scant inches were all that was needed! An itch built into a
sensation.. And as more-pre-cum oozed out, a need. The itch lit a fire
under his tail, burned it's way up his spine and then Blew the top of his
head off! He roared, digging his fingers into the cushions, hips trying to
thrust as his cum splattered over his belly and chest..

John's nuts were tormented, squeezed, rubbed.. Milked by expert fingers to
unload all they could, from the wailing bruin. Finally, the spans subsided
and John wheezed, eyes shut tight. "Oh Gods.. That was Great!" He felt
movement.. *ScritchScritchScritchScritchScritch* A thumbnail tortured the
Very sensitive underside of his cock-head. "Ohhh - Oh Shit.. Please Don't
Do.... AAUGH!" *ScritchScritchScritchScritchScritch* His hips moved,
wriggled, tried to walk off - Anything to get away from the sensation..
*ScritchScritchScritchScritchScritch* "Oh Gods.. Oh Please! Oh Godsss.."
The man chuckled again and stopped. "Amazing what ya can do with Just one
thumb-nail." he stood and as John whimper/moaned in relief, undressed. He
watched as buttons were undone and cloth moved. 'Not much hair on his
chest.. What a Beer-belly! Would Love to plant some hickeys on that tub.'
The shirt went, and John couldn't get over the contrast... Big muscles
sculpted by long hours of hard toil and sweat, padding that comes with
eating well. A furry face that rivaled his muzzle, but next to none on the
chest or the top of his head. Suspenders held up well-made pants were
undone and both slid to the floor. "Boxers."

A yawn that had been stifled since the first snuggle broke the bear's mouth
wide open. "It's not That big.." He stumbled a moment, then growled and
reached out to shove them down, and grip the human dick. About 6 inches,
thicker than most. He leaned over to lick on the smooth ball-sack, male
musk filling his nostrils. "MMmmmmmm.. he panted.. then yawned again..
"Damn. " His face was patted. "Come on.. Let's tuck you in bed." John
almost bit the man. "But..." Then a hand cradled his face. "It's not very
polite to fall asleep while giving head. Could get kinda messy." He looked
up into those blue eyes and fell head over ass again. 'Shit! I don't Want
to..' He sighed and got up, helping Robert walk down the hall to the
bedroom, listening to the *Click* of his knee. He got to the foot and
turned to ask the Question that isn't asked.... And was kissed so deeply
he forgot about everything else but the warm male in his arms. Hands
grabbed his ass and he repeated the motion, both falling into the bed -
Which complained loudly about being treated so rudely.

The last thing John saw was those blue eyes as they looked into his soul.

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Morning.. John Yawned and Stretched, patting the sheets beside him. He
twitched, hoping... Oh well, one night stands were nothing new to him.
They still hurt like hell though. Especially when he though he had
something special going.. "Damn.." Then got up, and started thinking about
what he could do to get his mind off his troubles... And remembered he
didn't have to go in to the bar until they got the power back in. "Damn.
And Damn.. And Damn again!" What to do now? He stumbled into the bathroom,
half-awake, even with an erection he had to piss.. And damn near jumped
through the roof when a hand grabbed his nuts and Squeezed. "Bout time you
were up, lazy.. Thought I was goin ta have ta shower by myself." The bear
Whooped and grabbed Robert up, hugging him tightly, tears leaking out.
"Hey hey Now.." A loving kiss. "Did you think I was just gonna whirl in
and whirl out like some top?" Another kiss. "Or did you think I was just
another sex-object?" Hands dug into his cheeks. "I will stay until your
bar is open at least.. Mmmpf!" John melted into the bright blue eyes,
shutting off all further conversation with the hottest kiss he could
remember giving - Or getting - in Ages.

They spent the day in bed, making love, talking, eating, lazing, making
love again.. It was well into evening when John got up to wash himself and
start the gas-fireplace up, watching the flames move. The radio gave mixed
news - In the morning the power should be back on, and planes would be
leaving again.. He got up and nuzzled his lover's butt, kissing the
cheeks. "Again?" Came muffled by a pillow, as the man turned, semi-erect.
The bear laughed.. and kissed the pretty flared head. "Maybe.. Dinner
first." Hands rubbed his ears as the cock shuddered and stiffened to
fullness, a drop of pre-cum oozing out as he caressed it. "Ok.. Maybe
second."

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"You Will write.." A chuckle. "I will do better than that - You are
invited to Year-End Dinner.. I expect to see you the first weekend of
SecondMonth." John stood, nodding. "Good.." And to the consternation of
those nearby, Robert grabbed his neck and Kissed him full and hungrily,
thrilling the bear to his toes. "Call me sometime.." Was whispered
huskily, then the man turned and made his way to the plane - cane tapping,
knee clicking, boots thumping. The bear wiped a tear away and returned to
the rail station.. A smile ran across his muzzle. He wasn't going to tend
bar Forever. And Hydroponics could do wonders with plants.. "Hey John!" A
shout and a gray hand waving disrupted his thoughts. "Tim? How ya doing?"
The husky Hugged him, curled tail waving. "School is a bitch, pardon the
language. Am burned out - Thinking of skipping a semester, Relax a little
- you know? So.. I thought I would stop by and see old friends, and maybe
wheedle a job?" They rode the train up, then walked to the bar, chatting.
Light from the lone sign that John had left on, let him know power was
back on - if only until the next storm. "Money is tight.. Am going to have
to find a willing friend to put me up.." He looked so innocent, John burst
out laughing. "A job And a bed? What else do you want from me.." Tim
closed the door, locking it and Grabbed the bruin, one hand opening his
pants to squeeze the big cock inside, the other pulling his head down to
'press muzzles'. "Guess.." he whispered, panting a little.

The bruin groaned, stiffening.. "I Can use another hand, if you keep it
out of my pants during working hours." They both laughed, going through
the supplies, cleaning up and getting ready for business. The curled tail
wagged when Tim got an earful of the Past few days events. "Sounds
Serious... You 2 in love?" John shrugged. "We were only together a day and
2 nights.. Hey!" A hand swatted his ass. "That's Not what I asked." John
bit his lip.. "Alright - Yes. Well - " A grin and a squeeze. "Well?" The
bear huffed and wriggled his rear against the hand. "I think so.. I mean
we Were only together for a Day." The husky chuckled. "How long were We
together?" The bear's eyes got glassy as he thought. "I can't remember..
Hey!" Another swat on his rear. "2 hours. By the lake.. Undying love and a
whole night of humping our tails off." John Hugged the husky, kissing him.
"Say What are you doing the first week of SecondMonth?" Tim eyed the
bruin.. "Into Old Religion now? Nothing that I know of.. Why?" John
Grinned widely. "Let's just say I have a friend I want you to meet. Now
get busy. I want to be ready to open tomorrow." This time it was the
canine's turn to yelp at having his butt swatted.

The End

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This is loosely based on a Very good comic by Minotaur Press called Spike.
It is available from:

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