Soft, soft fur, over hard, hard muscle.
I bury my face in the warm fur of his belly, just above the pubic mound. Where it's long, sweet, musky. My sweet, soft lad. I miss him when we're apart, when I start to forget. I forget how fuckin' beautiful he is, how he feels under my callused hands.
How can I forget this?
Running my hands across his flanks, down the curve of his spine, the fur against my cheek is soft, not wiry like a dog, soft, like a cat. But you have to be careful not to say it. Not out loud.
My hand grasps the base of his tail and he makes a little noise, I feel the vibration of his stomach muscles under my cheek. His tail's an extension of his spine, it's very sensitive. My other hand strokes the patch of longer hair just above the tail, scritches it, gently. He wriggles. I hide a smile in his belly. I know just how to touch him. I feel his cock start to twitch. Yeah, like that, pretty boy.
I know folks think I just throw him down on the bed and stuff my cock up his ass. Wham bam, you know the rest. They have no damn idea. Real anal isn't like in a porno, physically or in yer head. If we want a quickie, there's plenty of other things to do. We only fuck fuck when we've the time, the energy, the lube. It's part of what makes it special. And it's real important to me that I don't hurt him. Real important. 'Cos he doesn't go with other guys, he's tight, he's always tight, it'd be easy to hurt him, I'm a big guy, a strong guy, my cock's big an' thick and I could damage him easily.
So when I do fuck him, we make sure he's relaxed an' ready.
An' fingering him, good and proper, is fun too.
I keep eye contact as I slip a finger into him. Folks think his eye are hard to read bein' kinda' glowy, but not to me, not when were together like this.
I'm in to the knuckle now, gently curl it up, feelin' for the sweet spot, just like with a gal. No different to my precious Mariko really, just needs the lube. An' just as worth it for his reaction when I hit it, when he arches his back and gasps. We do that for a bit, my other hand stroking the fur on his belly. His cock starts to get hard and I take it in my mouth, not really blowing him, just givin' it somewhere nice an' warm an' wet while my finger does most of the work.
Come for me, sweetheart. Good lad. Good boy.
See, he's nice an' relaxed now, so more lube an' two fingers, gentle like. Take our time, there's no rush, that feels good? Yeah.
We like it face to face, like to watch each other. I can get deeper doggy style an' sometimes that's good, but usually, we want to see each other. On my lap is another good one, 'cos he's so flexible, so supple, but tonight, it's with him on his back, me over him, the old fashioned way.
I withdraw my fingers, slowly, line up my cock, more lube, much more lube, then I gently mount him. Ah, that's good, that's tight, even though he's relaxed. Fuck.
He's looking into my face, naked, honest, trusting.
See, I want, I need him to know he's wanted, he's needed. He's important to me, to us.
So many people have hurt him over the years, hate him, just 'cos he looks different to them. I need him to know he's safe now, valuable, desirable, beautiful. An' I can't do it in words, not properly. But when I run my hands over him, caress him, when he relaxes and lets me, then we can connect without the words. He's not just a good fuck, well, he is, but he's more than that, he connects me to my humanity, to reality, he grounds me in the sensual, in the sensation.
He's relaxed enough now that I can start moving my cock in him. I start to roll my hips, deep, deeper, ah sweetheart, my lovely lad. I keep my hands running over his hips, his flank, soft fur, strong muscle.
When I come, it's deep, deep inside him. He keeps those spectacular eyes on my face, the whole time, his hand caresses my cheek. My soft, gentle Kurt, I'd not have him any other way.
He touches me in ways no one else can. He touches my soul.