by John Inman
I interrupted her with a hug. “No time. Gotta run. The kiddies are waiting for their birthday entertainment. Wouldn’t want to disappoint the little tykes.” I grabbed Cory’s hand and dragged him toward the door.
He screamed back over his shoulder as I hustled him out the door, “Sis, don’t forget to walk Rosemary! And feed Leonard! The rats are in the cupboard!”
I shuddered. “The rats are in the cupboard?”
“Oh, shut up.”
We must have made quite a sight, tooling down the freeway. A hunky half-naked organ grinder with his pet gorilla driving along the I-5 in my piece-of-shit blue Honda Civic with the yellow fender.
While I drove, Cory rested his hand on my furry thigh, twiddling with my ape hair.
“What keeps the rhinestone in your belly button?” I asked.
“Elmer’s Glue-All,” he answered.
“I figured.”
“It itches.”
“I’ll bet.”
It was a hot day. I was already sweating buckets, even without the monkey head on. Cory reached over with a Kleenex and solicitously dabbed the perspiration out of my eyes.
“Thanks,” I said, eliciting a smile.
That smile remained nailed to his face when he said, “Last night was amazing.”
I turned to give him half my attention while keeping the other half on the traffic. Dressed as I was, I was afraid if I had an accident, the paramedics would drop me at a pet hospital for treatment.
“I still can’t believe it happened,” I said quietly. “I still can’t believe you… wanted me.”
His hand never left my thigh. “I still want you.”
I turned away to give my full attention to the road. “Wow,” I said under my breath.
“When this gig is over,” he said, “how’s about we have sex in our costumes? I like hairy guys.”
“Shut up.”
He honked out a laugh. But still his hand never left my thigh.
“Do you really want to sleep with me every night, Cory?”
“Yeah, you have a better bed.”
“Hmm.”
“That was a joke, Malcolm.”
“I sort of hoped.”
“We don’t have to fool around if you don’t want.”
“Really?”
“No, Malcolm. I’m lying through my teeth. If you’re in bed with me, I’m going to be slathered all over you like butter on a biscuit.”
I smiled. “Ooh. I like butter.”
Reaching over, I ran my hand across his bare stomach and was rewarded with a tiny gasp. “I thought you were shy at first, but that’s not it at all, is it, Cory? You aren’t shy.”
He covered my hand with his, holding it in place against his warm belly as if he enjoyed feeling it there. “I’m not shy with you. After last night I’ll never be shy with you again. I waited a long time to get my hands on you. You aren’t a fantasy anymore. You’re reality. I loved every minute of last night. Every minute of this morning. Every minute just lying in bed with you, holding you, making love to you. I know who I am now, Malcolm. You showed me. I’ll always be grateful to you for that.”
“You already knew you were gay,” I said.
He gazed out the windshield for a moment, apparently gathering his thoughts. “Yeah,” he said, hushed and serious, “I knew I was gay. But I never really knew I could be as comfortable with it as I feel right now. That little gift came from you. The easy way you make love. The way you made me feel every time you touched me. Every time I touched you. It was—wait a minute! What the hell are we going to do at this stupid birthday party? I don’t know how to be an organ grinder!”
I pulled my hand off his stomach and smacked him on the arm, shooting for butch but probably failing miserably. Butch and me aren’t exactly old friends.
“Don’t worry, Cory. We’ll clamp the collar around my neck, and you hold on to the leash. I’ll do all the monkey contortions, try to spook the kiddies, make them laugh, and you just stand there looking sexy in your Aladdin suit.”
“That’s it?” he asked. “That’s all I have to do?”
“Yeah,” I said, veering toward the freeway on-ramp, headed for our exit. I reached around and grabbed a bag of produce off the backseat. “And feed me a banana every now and then. What can go wrong?”
“Seems to me, the possibilities for failure are endless,” he mumbled, just loud enough for me to hear. While he was mumbling, he peeled a banana and ate it himself.
WE FOUND the house easily enough, what with the gazillion balloons tied to every piece of foliage in the front yard. Not to mention the screams of prepubescent laughter coming from somewhere around back. I noticed other houses along the street had their doors and windows shut tight. Couldn’t say I blamed them. There was no telling how long this racket had been going on.
We piled out of the car. I pulled on my gorilla head and as soon as I had it securely in place, Cory snapped the collar around my neck. He gave the leash a tug and pulled me directly into his arms.
“One of these days I want to fuck you.”
“You mean, while I’m wearing the gorilla suit?”
“No, dipshit. While you’re wearing nothing.”
“What will you be wearing?”
“A condom. Any objections?”
I swallowed hard, remembering the size of his dick. Then I shuddered in anticipation. Nothing conflicted about me. “Um. Will this be a first for you?”
“Yeah.”
“Then I’ll do my best to please.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh God,” he said, his eyes popping wide. “I’m getting hard.”
“Not in that costume you’re not! And not with a bunch of screaming kids looking on. The last thing they need is Aladdin with a boner. We’ll be in prison for the rest of our lives! Well, you’ll be in prison. I’ll be in an animal preserve. Come on. Our audience awaits.”
He nodded desperately, obviously forcing a mental penis drain, trying to head off the looming erection. Apparently he succeeded. A minute later, he tugged at my leash.
“Phew! That was close. Okay, monkey boy. The danger has passed. Let’s get this over with.”
I doubled over and galumphed along behind him, grunting and hoo-hooing. After following him around the corner of the house while dragging my knuckles through the grass, we found ourselves suddenly mobbed by thirty or forty first graders. At least they looked like first graders. They were all over us like fleas on a cat.
The young man in charge of the party couldn’t seem to take his eyes off Cory. Talk about gay. He must have been an uncle of one of the little scamps. Or an aunt-in-training. He sure as hell wasn’t a father.
“What happened to the mimes?” he asked, his eyes rolling over Cory from top to bottom, lingering for long periods of time in the middle. “Not that I’m complaining.”
“They couldn’t make it,” Cory lied. “They all came down with the mime flu.”
“There’s a mime flu?”
“There is now.”
“You look like a Chippendale dancer,” the fruity uncle said to Cory, a teasing light in his eyes. “Are you gonna strip?”
“Not for thirty bucks, I’m not.”
“Darn.”
I had had about enough of this conversation. I grunted, pounded on my chest, and tore a handful of grass out of the yard, flinging it in the air. The kids screamed and laughed and clapped their little hands. The gay uncle, or whatever he was, hardly noticed my antics at all. He was too busy staring at Cory’s crotch.
I was considering kicking him in the balls with my bigass monkey foot when Cory yanked my leash, pulled me into the center of the kiddies, and jumped up on a chair before raising his hands like a circus master of ceremonies.
“Ladies and germs!” he bellowed, getting a couple of groany laughs while I rolled my eyes behind the gorilla mask, “I present to you—tada—from deepest, darkest Africa—tada again—the meanest, mangiest monster ever to migrate across the mighty
Pacific on a Malaysian mango boat.” He held up a bunch of bananas. “See? Mangos! And here he is! Malcolm the uh—” Here Cory seemed to falter. Maybe ad libbing wasn’t his forte. “—the, uh, monkey.”
“Malcolm the monkey?” I hissed under my breath. “The best you can do is Malcolm the monkey? And those aren’t mangos. They’re bananas!”
Cory appeared chastened. He shrugged, gave me an apologetic smirk, whispered back, “I’m sorry. I froze. Alliteration isn’t my strong point.” Then, for lack of a better plan, he said, “Tada!” again, leaving it up to me to carry the moment.
So I did. And if I say so myself, I carried it with flair.
For the next two hours, Cory and I entertained those little bastards like we had no other purpose in life whatsoever. Aside from the fact that Cory kept tugging at my leash, steering me to other parts of the yard while evading the horny gay uncle, whose eyeballs were stuck to Cory’s ass like carbuncles, we had a pretty good time. The high point of the day was when I removed my gorilla head to partake of a bit of birthday cake and startled a young boy so badly he actually fainted. None of the girls fainted, I noticed. No lumberjack work in that lad’s future. He would probably end up gayer than the uncle, poor little blighter.
Sixty dollars richer, and not too horrendously humiliated by the way things had gone, Cory and I hurried home. Ignoring Beth completely, we flew into our bedroom and locked the door.
Cory’s mouth was on mine before the lock actually clicked.
“Shower with me,” I mumbled into his kiss. “I’m soaked in gorilla sweat.”
He nodded, not breaking the kiss. He simply started tugging his clothes off.
Two minutes later I was blissfully free of twenty pounds of fake fur and stepping into the shower with a naked, gorgeous Cory at my side.
The water felt heavenly cascading over us as we stood there in each other’s arms.
“Let me soap you down,” he said, and pushing me back against the tiles, he dropped to his knees in front of me and lathered his hands. I was already hard as he slid his soap-coated hands over my skin, starting at my ankles and working his way up. Along the way, he nudged my cock with his nose a few times just because he seemed to think I’d like it. How prescient of him.
Still on his knees, he gazed up at me, squinting against the shower spray, watching my face as his gentle hands slid across my stomach, over my chest, reaching all the way up to stroke the sides of my neck. I buried my fingers in his soaked hair and relished the feel of his hard cock pressing against my leg. When he took my balls into his mouth, I gave a monumental shudder and almost collapsed, my legs were wobbling so.
“You like that,” he mumbled around my nuts, his nose on the base of my shaft. “Oh, now, don’t deny it. You really like it.” Talk about speaking the obvious.
Before I could answer, he released me from his mouth, and with firm, strong hands, he turned me gently until I faced the wall. I heard him soap his hands again, and now he trailed them up the back of my legs, over my buttocks, across my back. When his fingers touched the nape of my neck, he burrowed his nose between the cheeks of my ass, and I almost collapsed again.
His mouth found my opening, and I squawked in surprise. His soapy hand slid around to the front of me to grip my cock, and I squawked again.
“Wow,” he murmured into my ass, “you sound like a parrot.”
I was shaking so badly I had to hold on to the shower nozzle to keep from falling on my face.
“Cory,” I all but sobbed. “Come on. Let’s dry off. I want you in bed. Please.”
He nodded, which made his nose rub up and down across my hole, and that in turn almost made me faint like that kid back at the birthday party.
Cory stood, pressed his cock to my ass, then spun me around and buried my mouth in a kiss. He turned off the water while I dragged my own erection over Cory’s thigh. Back and forth. Oh God, it felt good.
He swept the shower curtain aside, stepped out of the tub, snatched a towel off the rod, and once again dropped to his knees in front of me. He patted the towel over my wet skin, drying me off while I continued to clutch his hair. When my body was dry, I grabbed the towel from him and dragged it through my hair while Cory snagged another towel and dried himself.
Before rising, he cupped his hands at the back of my thighs and pulled me forward until my cock was pressed to his face. I was so hard, he had to tilt it down to get it into his mouth. My knees buckled, and he clutched me tighter to hold me upright.
Finally, just as I was having the first glimmer of a coming ejaculation, he released me, pulled me into the bedroom, and pushed me onto the bed. Obviously a man on a mission, he scooped me up in his big hands and flipped me over on the bed like a short order cook flipping a pancake. Once again, as I lay there splayed out facedown beneath him, he found my opening with his mouth and caressed me with his tongue until I began to moan.
With a trembling hand, I reached into the nightstand and extracted a box of condoms, throwing the whole damn box over my shoulder in his direction, making him laugh.
“One should do it,” he mumbled into my ass.
I grunted something or other—even I didn’t know what I was trying to say—and reached into the nightstand again to haul out a tube of lube.
I heard the sound of paper tearing and the snap of latex. Having donned the condom in record time, Cory leaned over me and kissed my neck. I turned my head to the side and found his mouth with mine as his fingers slathered a generous dollop of lube over my hole, making me lift my ass and plead once again for him not to stop, not to stop, not to stop.
He complied, and as his tongue found mine inside our kiss, he slid a fingertip into me, working it slowly deeper.
“Baby?” he muttered.
“Don’t stop,” I breathed. “Please. You’re not hurting me.”
A second finger slid into me alongside the first. I gasped and clenched my ass muscles around the two, making Cory smile into our kiss.
“Oh God,” he muttered.
He pulled away from my lips, rose up on his knees behind me, and gently lifted my hips and spread my legs to leave me totally exposed in front of him. With my face buried in the pillow, I reached between my legs and cupped his fat balls in my hand, steering him forward. The bristles of his hairy legs tickled the backs of mine, and time stopped for a moment when the head of his cock gently prodded my hole.
“Yes,” I said on a sigh. “Oh yes.”
I forced myself to relax as Cory oh so gently pressed his cock against my opening. The lube did its job and the next thing I knew Cory was sliding inside me. He slid deeper and deeper while my heart thundered inside my head. Only when his pubic hair was brushing against my tender, quivering hole did he stop all movement while I lay there, ass in the air, impaled upon his gigantic cock.
“Sweet Jesus,” he muttered over me. “That feels incredible.” He bent in and once again I twisted my head around to find his mouth. He kissed me, and I felt him tremble over and through me. “Are… are you okay?” he asked in a rush of breath. “Am I hurting you?”
“It feels great. Don’t stop. Don’t wait. Fuck me. Do what you want. You won’t hurt me.”
His tongue slid over my cheek, and immediately his hips began to move, dragging his cock through me slowly. In and out. I felt stretched to the limit and filled to the brim, but there was no pain. I had told the truth when I said he wasn’t hurting me. I was pretty sure he never could. Ever.
As he moved faster inside me, he wrapped his strong arms around my chest from behind and held me in place beneath him. I could feel the come wanting to surge inside me already, even without the touch of a hand on my dick—either his or mine.
I bellowed out a wordless cry when his cock swelled even bigger than it already was, but it wasn’t a bellow of pain. It was a bellow of bliss. Cory knew it. His movements didn’t slow. Not for a second. He pumped away as if this might be not only his first fuck, but also his last, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to waste the opp
ortunity. Okay by me.
He pressed his hot mouth to my ear. “I’m going to come, Mal. I’m sorry. I—”
“S-so am I!” I stuttered back. “Don’t hold back, baby. Let it go.”
Cory gave a long-drawn-out groan as he clenched me tighter in his arms, pounding me with his cock as I bucked and writhed beneath him.
Buried deep inside me, he froze in place, leaving me impaled like a butterfly on a pin. Reaching beneath me, he gently grasped my cock as it bobbed there in midair. No sooner had he touched me than I splattered his hand with come. It tore out of me like buckshot, and even in the midst of my eruption, I begged him to keep fucking. To finish what he’d started. To bring his own release, just as he’d brought me mine. To let me feel it inside me. All the way up to my heart.
Once again he found my mouth in a kiss, and then, that duty fulfilled, he situated himself more firmly on his knees behind me and braced me in place with one hand on my shoulder and the other under my stomach, holding me up off the bed. When I was secured beneath him, he began moving his thick cock again. Scraping me raw inside until I gasped out cry after cry, begging for more, wanting it all. Flopping around like a salmon. Pleading.
Cory’s long legs trembled against mine as he stiffened behind me, freezing in place yet again. Piercing me, unmoving, like a stone statue. His cock was buried deeper inside me than anyone had ever delved. I squeezed my eyes shut with my face crammed into the pillow, my ass high in the air, as his iron cock punctured me from behind. Just as I was about to scream out my pleasure, begging him to move once again, he gave one convulsive thrust and filled his condom with his release. His legs bucked against mine; his cock expanded to where I thought I would tear apart. But still there was no pain. Only ecstasy. Only joy.
With a final spasm, Cory collapsed on top of me, carrying us both down to the bed. He wrapped his arms around me tighter. His hot breath blew over me in frenetic bursts. I could feel his heart pounding against my back. His sweat moistening my skin. His trembling fingers stroking my cheek, stroking my hair.
I shuddered again when he lifted his come-soaked fingers and spread my juices over his lips, cleaning them with his kisses, cleaning them with his tongue. His heat enveloped me, and his cock still throbbed as it withered slowly inside me. Slathered with my come, his mouth found mine once again in a kiss and would not leave it as our pulses slowed in tandem, as our heartbeats quieted, as our tormented muscles slowly relaxed.