<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 1;"><font size="3" style="line-height: 1;">FRIENDLY WAGER</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 1;"><font size="3" style="line-height: 1;">by Dark River (darkriver@cyberdude.com)</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 1;"><font size="3" style="line-height: 1;"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 1;"><font size="3" style="line-height: 1;">Disclaimer: The character belong to Marvel and appear without permission -</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 1;"><font size="3" style="line-height: 1;">However, to my knowledge, Warren Ellis had nothing to do with their creation so</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 1;"><font size="3" style="line-height: 1;">at least he doesn't have to worry about having his ideas corrupted by l'il ol'</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 1;"><font size="3" style="line-height: 1;">me. OOOPS!!! Great, now I not only have Stan's assassins after me (did you get</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 1;"><font size="3" style="line-height: 1;">that fruit basket, BTW, Stan? Peace out man...) but now I'll have chain-smoking</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 1;"><font size="3" style="line-height: 1;">Brits out for my hide...</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 1;"><font size="3" style="line-height: 1;"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 1;"><font size="3" style="line-height: 1;">WARNING: This story is erotic in nature - very adult. Don't read if you're not</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 1;"><font size="3" style="line-height: 1;">legal. Or at least don't tell anyone... it'll be our little secret... what?</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 1;"><font size="3" style="line-height: 1;">what?</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 1;"><font size="3" style="line-height: 1;"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 1;"><font size="3" style="line-height: 1;">Oh, and it's...</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 1;"><font size="3" style="line-height: 1;"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 1;"><font size="3" style="line-height: 1;">SLASHSLASHSLASHSLASHSLASHSLASH!!!!!!</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">M/M, between known characters, very explicit...deal with it.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Author's note: This disclaimer is getting longer than the story.... Uhhh, hi</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">there, once again I have prostituted myself for some computer time to bring you</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">a little tale. Thanks to Surisa and Mirage for all their support! It's nice to</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">know that a little smut still has fans...</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <br /> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">The baseball collided with the wooden bat and a resounding "crack" issued forth,</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">only microseconds ahead of the roaring of the crowds. The little white sphere</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">soared upward at an angle, flying unerringly to the outfield.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby watched in horror as the small projectile zoomed through the air like it</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">had been shot out of a cannon.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"This could be it, folks. Going, going..."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">**"Take, me out to the baaall game, take me out to the crowd..."**</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"It is gone! Mark McGwire has just made history folks..."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Nononononononononononono... Bobby tried to impose his will on reality, to no</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">avail.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Buy me some peanuts and cra-ck-er-jacks, I don't know if I'll ever come</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">back..."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"He's on his way home now. Another great hit for McGwire and history has been</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">made."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Diediediediediediediediediedie... Bobby thought hatefully.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Root, root root for the home team, if they don't win it's a shaaame..."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"All right!" Bobby snapped, burying his face in his hands.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Cause it's one, two, three strikes you're out at the old ball</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">gaaaaaaaaaaaaame!"</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Hank McCoy held the last note like Pavarotti himself, waving a St. Louis</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Cardinals flag in one giant paw. A team jersey of identical affiliation was</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">stretched beyond capacity around his broad, blue-furred chest. He stood upon one</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">foot gracefully, grinning triumphantly.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"It doesn't count," Bobby muttered. "It was a cheap hit."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Beast somersaulted over the couch and landed on one hand. He snatched the remote</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">from Bobby's grasp and increased the volume on the television to near-deafening</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">levels.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Roger Maris' record of forty years has been broken today by Mark McGwire ..."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">the sportscaster blathered.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Your surmise appears to be inaccurate, Mr. Drake," Hank told him smugly.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby folded his arms and glanced at his exuberant friend. A bet was a bet,</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">after all, but he was feeling cheated. If the ball had gone into the stands,</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">that would have been one thing, but just limping over the first wall? Not fair</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">at all...</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Beast flipped onto his feet and stuck his face directly in front of Bobby's</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">sulky glare. "I believe the wager was that the inestimable Mark McGwire would</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">not break the standing record this season, which he has, in fact, done. Are you</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">attempting to renege?"</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"No..." Bobby muttered sullenly. "Fine, fine, you win! Happy?"</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Hank gave him a toothy grin. "Quite satisfied. Now, as to the one favor..."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"What?" Bobby snapped peevishly. "I am **not** going to clean up your lab."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"As if I would so foolishly trust my valuable and delicate equipment to your</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">less than adroit handling."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Then what?"</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Hank's grin was very self-satisfied. "You, Mr. Drake, get to be my valet for the</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">afternoon."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Excuse me?" Bobby asked indignantly.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Hank's eyes sparkled. "A shampoo, condition and brush job. Do you think you can</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">handle that, Mr. Drake?"</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"That's it?" Bobby asked, sensing a catch.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"That is all that I require, but you must be thorough, Mr. Drake. It has been a</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">long time since my luxurious pelt has been properly tended."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby let out a sigh of resignation. "Let's get it over with..."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby carefully made sure that the array of shampoos and conditioners (formulas</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">that Hank himself had come up with to maintain his fur) were within easy reach.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">The brushes - the number of them surprised him - were hanging nearby.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">The main shower of the mansion was a sizable chamber - as was the style for many</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">of the most expensive homes. The beige tile under his bare feet was clean,</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">thankfully; he didn't want to slip. The shower had a nozzle accessory which</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">would make the procedure easier.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby was actually amazed that this was all that he had to do. In fact, though</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">he would never tell his friend (at least not until the bet was settled) he would</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">happily do this any time. As dexterous as Hank was, it would still be</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">understandably difficult to wash all that fur. </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby turned to the mirror and pushed his hair out of his eyes. He was dressed</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">only in his uniform speedo - simply because he was expecting to get drenched and</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">it was the only bathing suit he owned at the moment. </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">He grinned a little in a sardonic way. "Valet...yeah, right you arrogant</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">bastard," he thought with a mental roll of his eyes.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Hank walked in within moments, a large terry-cloth robe draped around his</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">hirsute frame. He glanced around at the bathroom critically, inspecting every</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">detail with his keen eyes. After a long, judgmental silence, he finally nodded</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">his approval.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Adequate," he stated evenly.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">He slipped off his robe, revealing his navy-blue trunks underneath. With an air</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">of calm dignity that only Hank McCoy could manage at such a moment, he hung his</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">robe on a hook on the wall.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby rolled his eyes and shook his head at his friend's ceaseless display of</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">boarding-school manners. "Get over here, Bigfoot."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Beast raised one eyebrow. "That's hardly the proper manner for a valet to</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">address a gentlemen with."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"You're gonna milk this, aren't you?"</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Quite so, Mr. Drake."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby sighed heavily. Perhaps this would not be so easy as he had originally</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">estimated. "Very well, Mr. McCoy, if you would be so good as to step over here?</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">I have warmed the water to what should be a suitable temperature.:.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Hank padded over as Bobby turned on the water. One giant paw reached out with an</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">incongruously delicate gesture of one finger, testing the water.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"A touch warmer, if you please."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby gritted his teeth and adjusted the temperature slightly. "Better?"</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Hank tested it once again. "Much," he approved and started to step into the</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">shower.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby cough delicately. "Sir?"</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">His friend turned with a curious expression. "Yes?"</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby tugged on the waistband of Beast's trunks and then let them snap back into</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">place. "I believe your orders were a complete shampoo. That would be head to</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">foot in my book."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">For the first time since this had started, his friend looked uncomfortable.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"I...that is to say, I would not require so complete a treatment. Propriety</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">suggests a certain decorum must be maintained."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby shook his head insistently. "You said a full shampoo...sir. I don't want</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">to run the risk of you saying the debt is not paid because I did not fulfill my</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">end of the bargain."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Bobby..." Hank said in a low voice. "You don't have to..."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">The lanky X-Man grinned. "I want to. Now, off with them. Sir."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Hank was going to balk; Bobby could sense it. Already he was preparing a</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">half-dozen snide remarks in defense, to try and distance himself from the</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">exposing comment he had just made. This was Hank's idea, after all. Bobby was</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">only trying to be thorough...</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Whatever bantering argument his friends had been considering dissolved into a</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">single, softly-spoke question; "You wouldn't mind?"</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Course not," Bobby told him honestly. "Hank, we've been friends forever it</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">seems. There's nothing I haven't seen. If you want a shampoo, I'll give you</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">one."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby had seen Hank naked before, but long ago - back when they had been just</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">students and part-time heroes. He had not seen the scientist in his blue-furred</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">form without the speedo - at least not clearly or in detail. Hank had been very</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">shy after the mutation.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">The sight was something to behold.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Now, of course, the speedo left very little to the imagination. The only real</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">mystery it left was Hank's penis - which was where Bobby's gaze locked for a</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">moment. The organ was pitch black and baby-skin smooth in appearance. Flaccid as</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">it was, it lay snuggled against his furry scrotum lazily. The fur of his pubic</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">region was longer, providing a small nest for his genitals.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby forced himself to stop staring and turned the shower on. He followed Beast</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">in and grabbed the shower hose. "I'm going to enjoy this," he muttered with a</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">grin and blasted Hank with a torrent of water.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Soaking wet, Hank resembled nothing so much as an old mop. His fur darkened and</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">matted, clinging to him and outlining his broad frame even more tightly.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby quickly reminded himself that this was his friend, not a model in one of</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">his Playgirls and that he should therefore stop his gaping and get his mind back</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">on track. If he kept gawking like this, it would only be moments before his</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">friend started to suspect him.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">The shampoo smelled rather nice - sort of a strange mixture of floral scents</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">with something that resembled cinnamon and...orange and banana? Bobby considered</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">asking his friend exactly what was in the shampoo, but then thought better of</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">it. An hour and a half lesson on chemistry was not what he needed right now. </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"It was still a cheap hit."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"It surmounted the first wall, Robert. That is all that is relevant," Hank</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">returned, unperturbed.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby worked the shampoo into Hank's back-fur, finding that he enjoyed the</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">slick, sudsy feeling under his fingers. The water-warmed fur was quite dense,</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">making him work to thoroughly shampoo it.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"You are quite adept at this, Robert."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Yeah, well, as a kid, I was always the one who had to wash the dog," Bobby</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">returned with a grin.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Hank huffed indignantly. "Which is approximately as close as you came to a</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">shower, I'm sure."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Cheap shot, furball."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"That's Mr. Furball, to you."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Whatever."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby grabbed one of the oval-shaped scrub-brushes. Gently at first, he ran the</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">brush up and down Hank's back. He could tell right off that he was only</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">effecting the outer fur. Diligently, he applied more force, scrubbing harder.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby was not certain what idle conversation to make. He was very aware of</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Hank's naked body so close to his - and the fact that he himself was wearing</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">very little. It created a tension that left his mind a total blank.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Hank let the silence linger for a while before launching into a long monologue</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">about the new IMAC from Apple. Bobby listened and interjected "uh huh's" where</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">expected, but otherwise tuned it all out. He couldn't seem to focus his</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">concentration on listening, either.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Nervous and uncomfortable despite his brash demeanor, Bobby remained in neutral</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">territory for as long as possible. He lathered and scrubbed Hank's torso</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">diligently, careful to tend to every shaggy square inch. Thoughtfully, almost</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">lovingly, he proceeded on to his friend's scalp.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Hank was putty in his hands, totally relaxing under the gentle ministrations.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">His furry bulk sagged against his valet slightly, basking in the attention.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby doubted very seriously that his friend had ever been treated to this, and</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">in all likelihood this had been a long-standing wish. That idea made Bobby</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">happy, in some small way.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">More dangerous territory was around the bend, so Bobby lingered for a while,</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">soaping and massaging Beast's neck and shoulders. His hands were starting to</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">become sore, though, warning him that he would have to stop eventually. His</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">friend was obviously in no hurry, though, so he could stall for a bit longer.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">But only a bit.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby cleared his throat in a demonstration of his growing discomfort.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Carefully, meticulously even, he rinsed the shampoo out of the thick fur,</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">knowing all the while this was the last stop before the train headed straight to</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">where he wanted to go and was terrified of visiting.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">The trouble he found himself in was of unintentionally conveyed meaning. If he</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">ventured into more private areas, Hank might suspect that he had designs on him.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Which was not true, of course. He was interested, certainly, but not actually</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">planning anything.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby knelt and hesitantly started on Hank's legs - the back and outsides only,</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">though. He was taking every step down this rocky road with painstaking care. He</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">had to somehow maintain the semblance of propriety.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"I do believe that your cold calm is beginning to crack, Mr. Drake."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Huh? What?"</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"I sense a bit of trepidation."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby shot him an affronted look. "I'll show you trepidation."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">He reached up and started scrubbing the furry ass above him. Hank smirked and</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">steadied himself by leaning on the shower wall. He did not seem to be minding at</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">all. In fact, he appeared to be enjoying it.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby was more than a little indignant. **He** had simply been trying to respect</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Hank's personal space. **He** had been acting out of courtesy. Now his friend</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">was haranguing him for being shy? He determined to make the furry oaf pay for</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">the mistake.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby poured a generous handful of the shampoo into his palm and stood, standing</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">very close to his friend's back. He spread the gooey substance between his hands</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">and then caressed it into Hank's hips.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"I'll show **him,**" he thought with an evil smile.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">More shampoo and he was now teasing and toying with the fur in Beast's pubic</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">region.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Urk!" Hank yelped, now completely on the defensive. "I don't think you need-"</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"It is my duty, sir," Iceman murmured into McCoy's ear. He was taking a sadistic</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">delight in his friend's discomfort. "I must **thoroughly** groom you."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"I hardly think that it is proper- Oh my stars and...garters..."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">More out of vindictiveness than sexual play, Bobby had grabbed a hold of Hank's</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">penis and was soaping it slowly.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Those were your orders, weren't they? Sir? A total grooming?"</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Perhaps...you are being...too literal...my good man."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby chuckled softly. "Am I? Well, you keep throwing those ten-dollar words</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">around and I-" his words faltered as he felt something totally unexpected.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">The cock was hardening.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">The soft, leathery skin became taught as blood engorged it. The large, proud</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">organ throbbed in his hand, obviously enjoying the attention and oblivious to</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">the source.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby felt awful of a sudden. He had not meant to get his friend excited.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Embarrass him, certainly, but not to this extent. Now he felt beholden to finish</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">what he'd started, which he knew would not sit well with his friend. The only</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">other choice was to leave it be, but Bobby hated getting a person started and</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">then abandoning them.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">The shampoo was providing an enduring lubricant, letting his hand slide up and</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">down quite smoothly. Looking over Hank's shoulder, Bobby could see the thick</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">black organ twitching in his grip.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Iceman caught his breath, keenly aware of his own erection at that point.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Perhaps...you should stop..." Hank murmured, sounding uncertain.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby nodded and reluctantly released Beast's penis. He felt guilty and a little</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">flustered. He had **enjoyed** touching his friend. He wanted to continue and he</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">was sure that Hank was aware of that. The thoughts were wrong...so wrong...</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">McCoy was his best friend. It was beyond foolish to think that way of someone</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">you valued so much.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">What would this do to their friendship?</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Children shouldn't play with adult toys," Hank joked boisterously, breaking the</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">tension.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby felt relief wash through him, exorcising worry and fear. Hank was letting</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">it go, forgetting about it, so he could too.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Looks child-sized to me," Bobby quipped.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Pardonne-moi?</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Nothing."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby knelt again and went back to work on his friend's shaggy flanks. With the</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">pall of consternation no longer hanging over his head, the remainder was easy.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">He gently but thoroughly laved through Hank's lower extremities, staying</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">discreetly behind him. He was not prepared for the odd feelings to return and he</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">knew that they would if he found himself kneeling before Hank.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">A warm, thorough rinse completed the shampoo cycle. The conditioning was not</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">nearly so involved, under Hank's instruction. Once the gel was thoroughly worked</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">into the fur, Bobby need only wait a few minutes and then simply rinse off his</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">master once more.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Afterwards, Bobby dried him off with soft, cotton towels. The blue fur stood up</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">in matted tufts after the brisk rub down, making the dignified scientist look</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">like a bottle brush.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby snorted laughter. "You look like a half-drowned cat."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Hank gave him a lofty look. "I would not be so quick to laugh, Robert, since</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">your next task will be to brush out my disrupted pelt."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby sighed as he dried himself off. "I suspected as much. Okay, let's get to</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">your room."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">He helped his friend back into his terry-cloth robe and followed him out and</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">down the hall to his room.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"On the bed, furball."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Hank folded his arms and gave him a long, hard stare.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"All right, all right... Sir, please lay down on your stomach," Bobby said</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">contritely.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">He went over to the dresser where he found another array of densely bristled</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">brushes. Bobby picked one up and tested the short, firm bristles with one thumb.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">They were so coarse that he had to wonder at the idea that Hank would want him</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">to use it. His friend, though, seeing his hesitation, smiled over at him. </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"I assure you, a lesser brush would do very little to coerce my fur into order."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby shrugged. "Okay, I'll take your word for. Now, if you would do me the</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">honor of lying down on your stomach, sir," he said with exaggerated courtesy. "I</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">will get started."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Hank nodded cooperatively and sprawled out on the bed. Bobby rested one knee</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">beside his friend's broad chest and leaned over him. His friend smelled of soap</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">and shampoo - that pleasantly cozy right-after-the-shower smell that Bobby</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">liked. The dense fur, still quite damp, was warm still from the long steaming it</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">had just received.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Hey, you're sure that hide of yours is pre-shrunk, aren't you?" Bobby quipped.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Brush, good man, and leave the comedy to the professionals."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Oh yes sir, right away sir."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby started at the shoulders with a simple downward stroke. The dark blue fur,</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">true to Hank's warnings, did not respond significantly to his initial efforts.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Iceman ran his fingers through the coarse fur gingerly, testing the tangles for</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">himself. There was the barest hint of a shiver from his friend, but Bobby paid</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">it little mind. It was apparent that he would have to put some elbow grease into</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">this task.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">He ran the brush down one shoulder-blade with a bit more force and followed</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">behind with the palm of his hand. A few turns at this showed progress, which he</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">took some small pride in. Now that he was committed to this job, he fully</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">intended to do it properly.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">There was a heavy sigh of contentment from his friend as the attention flooded</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">his nerves with pleasant tingling sensations. Bobby smiled to himself at that.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">He had found his overly-intellectual friend's weakness. Now he could win any</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">fight by simply breaking out a brush.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby had never really had the occasion to touch his friend like this. The damp</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">fur under his fingers was delightfully soft after the heavy cleansing, making it</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">very enjoyable to touch. Under that pelt, though, were the hard, firm muscles</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">that gave his friend his inhuman strength. The two feelings created an</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">interesting contrast that occupied Bobby's thoughts for several quiet minutes.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">He paused only briefly before sending the brush over his friend's left buttock.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">There was a sound from his friend that sounded like a gasp being stifled but</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">winning free in a final death-match. The large, hirsute body under him tensed</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">for a single instant and then relaxed again.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby, feeling a little uneasy himself, did his best to seem nonchalant as he</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">brushed out the snarls in the shaggy pelt covering his friend's behind. The fur</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">was just slightly longer around his waist, for some reason that Bobby couldn't</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">guess. Hank's body vaguely resembled an ape's, but there were variances that</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">nothing in the animal kingdom matched. </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Guess that's why they call it 'mutation,' dumb-ass," he chided himself.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">He proceeded down the backs of Hank's legs, discovering a tickle spot behind</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">each of his friend's knees. It was something that he did not exploit at this</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">time but kept it in mind for future reference. There would be a time and place</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">for it later, he was certain.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Okay, time for the front...sir."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Hank rumbled something incoherent and rolled onto his back, his eyes closed in</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">bliss. </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby went to work without delay, smoothing and straightening the chest fur. He</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">was more careful now, though, for he did not want to ruin Hank's experience by</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">scoring one nipple with the sharp bristles. </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">He worked his way over the belly and around the hips, focusing all of his</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">attention as he reached the area around his friend's penis. He could quite</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">easily just proceed on, he knew. But he was not exactly straight and the flaccid</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">penis so close to him was drawing his attention.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby held his breath and very gently moved Hank's genitals out of the way as he</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">brushed down the pubic region.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Beast gave out a small whimper deep in his throat but did not offer any genuine</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">protest. </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Iceman did not speak either, not wanting to break the little spell. He just went</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">about his work diligently, enjoying the warm cock in his grip. There was a deep</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">intimacy in the touch, much like it had been in the shower, only more open now.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">The penis twitched a little bit and started to swell again. Bobby massaged it</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">between his fingers, unable to help himself. He knew it made Hank feel good and</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">it was really turning him on. So he continued to toy with the cock and went</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">about his brushing.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">But soon the little duty was done and he was left sitting there with Hank's</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">ever-growing erection in his hand, not wanting to let go. There was absolute</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">silence from his friend, which was very close to permission.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby continued to stroke the thick black cock with long, loving strokes, his</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">gaze fixated on the sight. He was not as gay as many people thought, but he did</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">have certain inclinations in that direction and the idea that this was his</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">friend - which should have precluded any arousal at this - was actually making</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">him even hotter.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Um, Hank?"</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">There was a very long silence filled with near-panic from Bobby. "Yes?"</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Do you want me to stop?"</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">More terrifying silence filled with insults and recriminations that only Bobby</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">could hear. Then the single word answer that brought a flood of mixed emotions.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"No."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Okay, I won't," Iceman replied, his excitement so high that he thought he might</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">just pass-out for a moment. His grip tightened on Hank's cock and stroked a</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">little more deliberately. </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Absolute silence reigned in the bedroom except for the faint, far away ticking</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">of a clock. There was a palpable tension in that quiet, but Bobby could not tell</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">if it was from discomfort or apprehension or anticipation...or some odd</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">combination thereof. He could only guess at Hank's thoughts right now, and his</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">own were spiraling in turmoil.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Hank was his long-time friend. He was savvy enough to know that trysts like</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">this, however pleasant at the time, tended to turn sour later. Sex between</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">friends raised so many questions and blurred too many lines - it was like</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">playing with a loaded gun.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">But it felt so good to be stroking Hank's cock, and from the deep breathing</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">coming from his friend, he knew that Beast was enjoying it as well. To stop now</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">would likely create even more confusion and problems - questions of, "Why did</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">you stop?" and "Did I do something wrong?"</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">An enjoyable experience, however, would at least leave them only with guilt and</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">maybe the need for some serious, quiet discussions.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Would you like me to put it in my mouth?" he asked quietly. "I'd...r-r-really,</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">um, like to."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Beast did not respond verbally. He seemed helpless and paralyzed by the</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">unexpected and forbidden pleasures he was being granted. The bonds of friendship</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">and trust that he shared with Bobby ran so deep, were so powerful, that at this</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">time - with arousal so high - this only seemed the next logical step.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">There was a quick nod of his head to Bobby's question, and that was all. It was</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">all that Iceman needed, though.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby slipped further onto the bed and curled around Hank's waist, still</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">stroking that gorgeous black erection. Released now from having to maintain the</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">appearance of propriety, Bobby let his other hand wander over Hank's furry</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">balls. He hefted them and massaged them gently, enjoying their softness.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">He nuzzled in close, rubbing the warm shaft against his cheek languidly. There</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">were stifled little moans issuing from his friend, now, encouraging him to go</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">even further. His tongue darted out, running over the soft, leathery skin of</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Hank's cock.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Nothing had ever felt so wonderful or tasted so good.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby ran his tongue up the underside of the shaft to the head and licked the</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">pre-cum forming there. Then he licked his way down the upper part of the cock</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">all the way to the base. The thick skin was surprisingly soft, making every lick</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">a microsecond of joy.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">In a moment of daring, he even ran his tongue over the fur-covered ball-sack.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Hank jumped at that, making Bobby grin. He tickled the balls with the tip of his</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">tongue and then went to work on the head.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">The mushroom tip was very wide - almost too big, but he got his lips around it.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">He sucked lightly at first, not wanting to overwhelm Hank, and then with more</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">enthusiasm. The salty-tasting flesh felt wonderful in his mouth and he went for</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">more, sucking two whole inches of cock down his throat.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Hank shivered and bucked slightly, all pretense of neutrality gone.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Ohhhh......"</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby slowly fed the whole thing into his mouth, quite proud of himself. He was</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">not the most experienced at cock-sucking, after all. Once he had it, though it</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">was easy to set up a rhythmic pumping motion.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">The long black cock slipped back and forth rapidly, as much from Bobby's efforts</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">as from Hank's desperate thrusting. It pulsed and throbbed and strained, begging</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">for release.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby backed off, licking the base and stroking it gently.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Oh...you bastard..." Hank groaned.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"You bet."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Hank squirmed away, coming to rest on one side facing Bobby. Iceman froze,</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">worried that he had done something wrong, but he saw no warning signs in his</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">friend's eyes. There was mainly just the glaze of ecstasy, but something else as</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">well...</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"I feel honor-bound to return this momentous favor," Hank told him quietly.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby ran his hand over Hank's shoulder. "You don't owe me anything. I'm happy</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">to do it."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Hank shrugged uneasily. "Well, still..."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"No, really..."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Bobby, please, allow me just-"</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Hank, it's okay... I know you wouldn't normally do this."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Well, no, but in the interest of scientific research, if nothing else..."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Hank, I mean it, you don't need-"</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Dear lord, Bobby, I want to suck your cock."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">There was a stunned silence afterwards as one person attempted to register the</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">words just spoken and the other person struggled to figure out where he had</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">found those words among all the others he'd been considering.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Really?"</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Really."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby could hardly deny how much he wanted it. His cock had been straining</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">against his speedo forever now. He smiled a little foolishly and slipped that</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">slim scrap of clothing off.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Hank took in his lean, toned body with a single, lusty glance. Bobby's cock was</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">rock hard and jutting upwards proudly. It invited the attention that it so</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">immediately received.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Beast pressed in close, rubbing his furry body against Bobby's in a sensual</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">embrace that drove both of them wild. One of his huge hands wrapped around</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Iceman's throbbing penis and stroked it a little awkwardly. </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Their eyes met for a single moment and something passed between them. Nothing so</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">profound or weighty as love, but just an acceptance of this as a gesture of</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">friendship.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Hank slid down his friend's body and began to very carefully, very methodically</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">lick at the rampant cock he was fondling. He explored the head and the shaft</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">with equal attention, taking note of and enjoying every sensitive nerve that he</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">found.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">His tongue caressed lower, running over the tightly packed nuts. The texture was</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">not at all unappealing, and he found himself licking with more and more</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">voracity.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">He gazed into Iceman's half-lidded gaze and smiled, enjoying the knowledge that</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">he was pleasuring his best friend. He took a couple of inches of Bobby' cock</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">into his mouth, experimenting, testing the sensation of having a man's penis</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">between his lips.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Drake let out a helpless moan and bucked forward, so close to cumming that it</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">hurt. He had been turned on for so long, wanting this forever it seemed. He</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">could not wait much longer.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Hank...let me...get on top..."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby adjusted their position so that he was above his friend in the 69</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">position. He leaned down and took Hank's cock back down his throat, sighing in</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">ecstasy as his own cock was engulfed.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Bobby thrust his cock downward into the welcome, lovingly attentive mouth and </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">sucked the one below him down his throat with everything he had. He was so</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">excited, so thrilled to have Hank's mouth on his cock and his friend's penis</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">down his own throat that he soon lost all control.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Hank's startled moan was not at all displeased, and he followed very quickly,</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">shooting a jet of cum down Bobby's throat</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">The two did not move for a very long moment, contented and pleased by what they</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">had shared. Bobby finally rolled off and snuggled up close to his friend,</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">assuring both of them that everything was okay. Hank nuzzled back instinctively,</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">still equally lost in the fading echoes of orgasm.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Oh....my..." Hank breathed. "Bobby..."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"Shhh..." Iceman soothed and kissed him. </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">They did not speak for a long, long time after. They just lay there and enjoyed</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">the peace they had won with the release of their desires. Finally, though, Bobby</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">propped himself up on one elbow and looked deeply into the sleep-clouded gaze of</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">his friend.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">"I'll bet you Sosa beats McGwire before the end of the season," he murmured with</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">a grin.</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">Hank rumbled deep laughter. "You're on, Drake..."</font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3"> </font></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="3">F</font></span>inis...?
Saturday, June 20, 2020
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