"Your dinner was wonderful," he purred in my ear as he unbuttoned my shirt."Your dinner was wonderful," he purred in my ear as he unbuttoned my shirt. "But now the real fun begins. I don't think we'll have any problem entertaining each other for the rest of the evening, do you?" My cock was twitching uncontrollably by the time he got my pants off. I shot into him as soon as his tongue rasped over it. He held me down while I struggled vainly to get away from a pleasure so powerful I couldn't stand it. I was weak and trembling by the time the final delicious spasm shot out of my balls. We contin- ued to make love through the night. Fortunately, my inability to come as often as he did did not matter since he loved to fuck and could go on for long periods of time before cumming. Eventually, he even let me take him in his tight, feline ass. The feel of his furry asshole around my cock was sublime. Our affair was bound to attract notice, of course. The first to comment was the gay community- and there were people who disap- proved, even though Kontar and I were not hurting anyone, and those others took it upon themselves to express their disapprov- al. These were the same people who always dump on the sexual minorities within our community-people into S&M, drag queens, handballers, transsexuals, anyone who isn't as "respectable" in the eyes of straights as possible-and the only reason they don't make themselves really respectable to the straights and denounce just being gay is that they can't stop being gay themselves. The first phone call came one night during the second week of our relationship. "Is this Brad Carson?" The voice asked. "Yes," I replied. "I've been watching how you're into alien bestiality with that cat and YOU'RE SICK!" he said, hanging up. I blew up. What the snippy little queen didn't realize was that I made enough money to afford one of those phone attachments that display the number of whomever is calling you. |