Fur

by Vanessa de Sade

  They were both fit and muscular young men, barely twenty-years-old, both burnt a dark copper from their sunup till sundown days on the rigs, a white strip of virgin skin on each of them where their shorts sat, their tan marks somehow, in this situation, acting as a highlighter and riveting their eyes to each other’s cocks. Jeff had soft hazel eyes and hair the colour of cinnamon. He was slightly taller than Caleb, his body slim and smooth save for the dark shock of hair surrounding his genitals and the little trail up his belly and chest; while blue-eyed Caleb was covered in dark mahogany fur all over, bleached almost blonde on his chest and legs by the desert sun, dark as a grizzly pelt around his cock.

  “I think we pass muster,” Jeff said quietly, picking up the camera and getting Caleb into frame. “That’s good, turn to face me so that I can see your cock. We need to display the goods. Yes, that’s it!”

  There was an imperceptible pause as he pressed the shutter then the flash bulb exploded in a flare of brilliant white light which blistered it’s blue glass surface; then Jeff unscrewed it gingerly and dropped it in the trash can, quickly replacing it as they waited to peel back the protective layer on the photograph that had juddered slowly from the camera.

  “I’ve never seen a picture of myself naked before,” Caleb muttered in a low whisper, feeling a certain electricity run through him as he surveyed this erotic effigy of himself, but Jeff, it seemed, wasn’t satisfied.

  “You look good, but not good enough to generate replies,” he said thoughtfully. “If we want to score here we need to show them more. You need to be up in your picture, Caleb.”

  “I don’t know if I can do that with you watching...” Caleb started to say, but Jeff silenced him with a gesture.

  ‘Yes, you can,” his friend whispered. “Close your eyes...” Then slowly, soundlessly, with the confidence of one who has done this before, he reached out slowly and started to stroke Caleb’s cock, already plump with suppressed excitement, deftly massaging it to full erectness in less than a minute. His own cock quickly following suit. “See, Mr De Mill, now you’re ready for your close up!” he whispered, a grin on his face that didn’t quite reach his hungry eyes.

  He quickly snapped another picture then handed the camera to the blushing Caleb who took two more of him, quietly confident as his big cock stood up straight in front of him, then they pored over the results together, embarrassed to be standing so close together, naked and aroused like this, yet neither wanting to retreat back to the safely of clothing just yet.

  Looking at the photographs they also became painfully aware that their cocks were very different, something that they’d never noticed in their day to day nakedness when everything was calm and flaccid and nobody was really looking at anybody, but now, now as they stood there with their dicks up and aroused and, strangely, vulnerable, there was no longer any room for casually averted eyes and both were greedily eyeing the other and liking what they saw.

  Jeff’s prick was big and thick, the circumcised head red and inflamed, his cock standing out in front of him like a warehouse yardarm, the balls big and heavy, hanging like a stallion. Caleb was quite different, though, equally erect but with his long prick curving upwards to his belly button, his foreskin still intact but the head of his cock bare because he was so stiff, the exposed bellend giving way to a lengthy but smooth shaft and tight hairy balls. And, if it was at all possible, he was getting stiffer by the minute and getting desperate to take himself off somewhere to jerk off hard and violently.

  But it was Jeff who eventually broke the silence. “We’ve come this far,” he whispered. “Do you want to finish this?”

  And Caleb didn’t - couldn’t - reply but he felt himself nodding, then felt Jeff steer him gently to the nearest bunk, the two of them sitting awkwardly side by side, eyeing each other’s arousal until Jeff spoke again.

  “Just do what I do,” he said very quietly as his hand came up Caleb’s thigh and then stroked the towering monolith of his cock with two trembling fingers. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, just jerking off...”

  And Caleb let out a groan as he reached out blindly for Jeff, taking his big thick cock in his whole hand without preamble and starting to masturbate him. Slow and hard. Hard and slow.

  “I’ll come in about a minute if you keep doing that,” Jeff gasped, a note of warning in his voice but gripping Caleb’s prick tighter nevertheless.

  “Good!” Caleb hissed, arching his back and thrusting insistently to speed up Jeff’s strokes. “I want you to come, need you to come, need to feel all your hot spunk on my hands...”

  And though Jeff tried to remonstrate it was only moments before he let out a howl, by now too turned-on to resist and jerking violently on Caleb’s cock as he started to come, his own big fat prick pumping gallon after gallon of boiling salty come into the air as Caleb started to ejaculate too, his huge swollen cock shuddering with the force of his orgasm, the two of them spouting like Icelandic geysers, drenching themselves and each other in their hot scalding pearljam.

  ***

  This time it was Caleb who finally broke the silence as they lay gasping on the bed like spent long-distance runners after a marathon, their cocks still obscenely erect and throbbing, their chests heaving and their hearts thumping.

  “We’re going to do this again, aren’t we,” he said softly. A statement, not a question.

  “Maybe, who knows,” Jeff stalled. “Some other day, when we’re horny...”

  But Caleb shook his head. Decisively. “No, I mean we’re going to do this again, now, aren’t we?”

  “Yes,” Jeff nodded, and in his head added: “Oh, yes please...”

  They turned, faced each other, almost kissed and then thought better of it. That could keep for later, in the dark, when they were more sure of each other. Right now they wanted, no, needed, each other’s cocks and the release that only came with orgasm.

  “Hold me,” Jeff whispered and they came cautiously together, awkwardly at first, shivering with delight as their two stiff members pressed against each other, hot and wet, their bodies still damp with come, hands on each other’s legs and buttocks, pulling each other closer, already starting to thrust into one another, stiff cock humping against stiff cock.

  “I’m going to come,” Jeff moaned. “I can’t hold back with you...”

  “Then do it on my face. I want to see your orgasm, taste your come,” Caleb gasped, wriggling free, his prick towering above his own landscape like an enchanter’s tower. “Kneel above me and rub yourself on my mouth and cheeks, that’s right, oh, you taste so good, will I suck you, swallow your spendings?”

  “No, I want to drench you, cover your face with jizz, splash all over you...”

  “Do it, I’m gagging for you!”

  “Tip me over then, stick your finger up my asshole...”

  “Like this?” Caleb’s voice is a hoarse croak as he puts his hand where he hasn’t previously dared, up the hot and hairy crack and then finds Jeff’s small tight orifice and caresses it before pushing tentatively inside, feels the heat and then pushes hard and is enveloped, hears Jeff yell and then his whole face is being soaked, feels it on his cheeks and in his hair, in his eyes, in his mouth and it’s hot and salty, feels himself thrusting madly into the air, feels himself coming with no-hands, his own milky come fountaining out in huge desperate thrusts from his enormous and throbbing cock.

  Envelope Two

  Contents: Two well-thumbed Polaroids. One of a very fat unkempt young woman, tow-haired and completely naked; the remaining photograph of a much older nude female, hair cut short in a military style, her pussy shaved clean.

  They had been sharing a bunk for three weeks when the first reply finally came, though they hadn’t fucked yet. Some nights they were exhibitionistic in their love making, eating up each other’s nakedness in the bright light, going down on each other’s stiff and straining dicks, plying inquisitive tongues to hot and hairy crevices, swallowing each other’s come with an unslakable thirst. But o
n other more magical nights, the nights that Caleb loved best, they clung together in the darkness, and, freed from inhibition, slowly, agonisingly, let their lips meet in hot and hungry kisses that made them feel as if the world had stopped turning outside. Naked body to naked body, stiff cock rubbing against stiff cock.

  “I need to fuck you,” Jeff moaned as he came hard and violently against Caleb’s dick, pumping his white sticky desire into the thick matt of his friend’s jungle of pubic hair. “I want to be inside you, feel you hot and hard inside me...”

  “Soon,” Caleb promised as he felt Jeff’s hand snake down his body and squeeze his prick. “But right now I want to be in your mouth and feel you suck me...”

  “Alright, but take me that way too, I’m still stiff, I can easily come again.”

  “Glutton,” Caleb smiled as he kissed Jeff’s massive erection, running his tongue around the bellend and tasting all the fresh come before he took the head hungrily in his mouth and began to suck; felt Jeff take his own aching cock as deep as it would go, felt his friend’s stealthy fingers in his ass crack, knew it wouldn’t be long until he penetrated him and made him come. Knew that they would fuck properly soon. Very soon. Maybe even tonight.

  ***

  The two women who replied to their advert were like chalk and cheese. Mary Marshall, a short, semi-literate farm girl from Indiana now serving on the catering corps, was twenty seven years old and hugely overweight. She had dull brown eyes and an unsmiling face, long mousy-brown hair which she wore tied back in a tight ponytail and soft creamy skin that had freckled in the desert heat. In her photograph she was completely naked, her eyes uncomfortable and her huge breasts almost at waist level, one chubby arm reaching desperately across the vast plains of her massive belly, a surprisingly tiny hand trying without success to conceal the hot and hairy jungle of her huge cunt.

  Kay McKay, on the other hand, was a tall and aggressive woman of Scots descent who gave her age as thirty-five but was probably at least ten years older. She had winter-white untanned Celtic skin the colour of ice cream and was skinny as a rake except for her hips, which were broad and comely, and she sported a military crew cut above her icy blue eyes and the thin line of her defiant mouth. Like Mary Marshall she was also naked in her picture, but with her hands on her hips in an angry fuck-you gesture, the pierced nipples erect on her tiny breasts, her pussy shaved clean and pink, slit a tight but perfect keyhole.

  They would be willing to meet with the possibility of things leading to a sexual encounter, she wrote in her firm and confident hand, her neatly contained script penned evenly in violet ink on inappropriately feminine pink vellum. But, she stressed, everything would be on her terms or not at all, and that any sex that ensued would involve all four of them together in the one room and that neither woman was interested in meeting them individually.

  There was a date and the name of a bar on the outskirts of the residential quarter, but other than that no means of getting in touch, and the two boys looked at each other with barely contained excitement.

  “They’re neither of them Raquel Welch,” Jeff smiled as he lay back on the bunk, naked, the photographs in one hand, his prick nearly erect. “But, fuck me, they’re women and they’re willing to have sex with us. What more could we ask for?”

  “What more indeed,” Caleb agreed, lying down beside him and taking Jeff’s cock in his hand, shivering with delight as he felt it instantly stretch itself to full length, his own pulsing dick already as hard as a mahogany carving. “Which one do you like best?”

  “They’re both good,” Jeff said contemplatively, as though mentally sampling the delights of both women. “I love the fat one’s huge tits and I bet her ass is to die for, but that little tight pussy on the tall one makes me just want to fuck her on the spot...”

  “Think they’ll go down on us?” Caleb asked breathlessly as he felt Jeff’s hand wrap itself around his cock and start to squeeze. “Even better, think they’ll let us go down on them?”

  “Sure to,” Jeff moaned, still looking at the photographs as their hands moved slowly up and down each other’s cocks. “We’ll ask them to stand against a wall and lift their skirts for us, then we can just kneel down and lick their pussies. I’ll take the shaved one, you can have the one with all the bush. Then we can swap, make them both come twice.”

  Caleb leaned over and kissed Jeff. The first time in the light. Let it linger for ages. “You can fuck them up the cunt and between their tits and in their mouths,” he whispered, working Jeff’s cock slowly, agonisingly. “But not up the ass. Not until you’ve done that to me, till I’ve done it to you. You understand?”

  “Yes,” Jeff groaned, shouted, yelled. “Yes, yes, yes!” And his come shot out of him like a comet, Caleb quickly following suit, the photographs momentarily forgotten as they savagely kissed. Saying the three words that they had avoided thus far over and over again.

  ***

  They met in the women’s choice of bar at the stated time and had a couple of drinks, Mary Marshall, the short fat one, chattering about nothing to fill the awkward silences; Kay McKay sitting quietly, assessing them with her cold blue eyes. Then Jeff bought a third round and downed his quickly, and Caleb was about to rise and head for the bar when the tall woman finally spoke.

  “No more drinks,” she said softly in a surprisingly husky voice, like peaty streams coursing over soft gravel, making Caleb see her picture in his head and ache for the silky smoothness of that neatly shaved pussy. “We’ve business to attend to. We liked your pictures, that’s why we got in touch, and you seem like you might be trustworthy. So, tell me, no bullshit... Did the two of you jerk off over our Polaroids?”

  “Of course not...” Jeff started to say, lying through his teeth, but Caleb silenced him with a gesture of his hand.

  “Yes, yes we did,” he said quietly, looking Kay McKay right in the eye, his gaze unfaltering under her scrutiny.

  “Individually or together?” she asked baldly.

  “Together,” Caleb replied while Jeff blushed and Mary Marshall made a little sound halfway between a groan and a sigh.

  “And did you come?”

  “Frequently.”

  Mary made another sound, definitely a groan this time, and Kay looked inquisitively at her. “Yes?” she enquired with what almost passed for tenderness and the fat girl nodded enthusiastically.

  “Very well, gentlemen, we’re on,” she said with a brisk nod of her head, downing the remainder of her shot in one. “Scoop!”

  ***

  She kissed him suddenly in the taxi back to their place, and her lips were strangely soft and gentle, like a first kiss with some rosy-cheeked teenager at a country barn dance, all rose petals and scents of russet apples.

  “Mary wants first crack at you, she’ll take it rough if I tell her to but she doesn’t really like it,” she whispered in her business-like voice. “And I’d like to see plenty of that big twisted cock of yours in action, so don’t go in too deep too quickly, take her between the tits, she likes that. Will you do that for me?”

  He nodded, yes. Of course he would. He would do anything for her. “Do you always fuck together?” he asked in a small wondrous voice that he thought made him sound innocent and naïve, but then, he was naïve in this strange twilight world of erotic covenants and sexual bargains.

  Kay laughed. “We usually fuck each other, honey,” she taunted, touching his earlobe with the tip of her long and - no doubt - very skilful tongue.

  “Us too,” he answered back, surprising himself.

  “Then we’re perfectly matched,” she almost purred, running her hand up his thigh, getting the lay of his erection through his jeans. “That’s us, we’re here, remember what I said...”

  ***

  The women lived in a small sparsely-furnished apartment on the far edge of the compound just beyond the big palatial villas reserved for the company directors. There was a large living room, unspeakably hot with no air-con and a sluggish gecko clinging
to the ceiling, and doorways leading off to, presumably, the kitchen and bedroom, but Kay McKay made no attempt to lead the way to another chamber and flopped down on one of the large settees where they stood, motioning Jeff to join her.

  Mary Marshall doused the lights, and the room was suddenly lit only by two soft ornamental brass lamps which flickered by each of the sofas and threw softly undulating shadows onto the walls behind, like an erotic Arabesque shadow show from an Scheherazadian tale.

  “Time to play,” Kay’s voice whispered from the deep shadows where she had nestled with Jeff. “Strip for the nice boys, Mary, darling...”

  There was a small phonograph in the corner and they heard the unmistakable click of the changer dropping a record onto the turntable, and then a soft melody filled the room which made Caleb think of going to matinees of Rudolph Valentino films with his mother on Sunday afternoons, far away and in another life completely.

  Mary Marshall was dressed in a long flowing kaftan that covered her huge bulk completely as she swayed to the music like a softly undulating Bedouin tent, patiently unbuttoning button after button to a slow and steady rhythm, finally letting the dress slide off her shoulder and pool on the cool marble floor. Leaving her practically naked to their hungry gaze. Her feet bare and her underwear mismatched, a large white brassiere supporting her huge bosoms, pale pink panties with a childish puppy dog design doing nothing to conceal the thick brown bush which covered her chubby pudenda and spilled onto her tree trunk thighs.

  “Now go get the boy you chose,” Kay’s voice floated out of the darkness as Mary glided over to Caleb on surprisingly graceful feet and led him gently into the lamplight. “Peel him naked for me the way I told you, see how stiff your lovely body’s made his big satyr’s cock...”

  Mary giggled like a twelve-year-old and stroked Caleb’s cheek, then kissed him quickly, almost shyly, on the lips before her hand darted down to his crotch and deftly unzipped him, her nimble little fingers quickly finding his huge cock and slipping it out, skinning him to bare the head with an experienced flick, making a little gap at the sight of him.