Damaged (Gay Furry Story)

Untitled Part 24

(Interrupted sex fantasy ahead? Just read it.)
(Sean's POV)

It's been a few months since we've had our first sexual experience together and our first sexual phone conversation. Things have been a bit shaky these past few months with us trying to get more intimate with each other - I say each other, but I have yet to see anything below his belt or under his shirt. Every time he finishes with me, he runs away - he's done it to me four times. I waited for him the first time, but when he came back out, almost an hour later, he just wasn't himself. There was this aura that surrounded him. He tried to hide it and act like everything was okay, but all that did was make it worse. Shortly after that, I made up some dumb excuse so I could leave. Now, every time he runs away from me, I just leave to avoid that situation from happening again.

Even though our physical sex life feels like it's dying before it even had a chance to grow, our phone-sex life has grown immensely over the months. We normally have these calls once or twice a week, usually after we've had dinner with one another and we've gone back to our own apartments. He has really gotten better at opening up and telling me what he fantasizes about me doing to him, though he was rarely the one to initiate the conversation.

After the second time of him running away from me, after he had given me a blow job, I regretted whenever he wanted to go down on me and I started looking forward to our late-night calls, instead. It wasn't because he was bad at it or because he ran away afterward, no; it was because he never let me reciprocate the same gesture for him - though, I never asked him if I could go down on him. I didn't have to ask to know that he wouldn't let me. I felt like our sexual relationship was one-sided, that I was getting everything he could give me without giving anything back in return. That's why I preferred the phone sex between the two of us; we were both getting an equal amount of attention from one another, that way neither of us would feel like we were taking more than we were giving.

Other than that, there's not much to tell. Oh! I started to quit smoking. For the first month, it was really hard. I was really irritable. I always wanted a cigarette, and I snapped at a few people, over stupid, little things that, normally, I'd just brush off. A couple of times, I even considered giving up on quitting, but Ivann was always there, keeping me on track and telling me "it will be worth it in the end." Because of him, I am now down to smoking two or three cigarettes a day - unless it's one of those days where he wants to go down on me, then it's more and I can't help it.

It's Friday and he asked me if I'd like to go with him to the mall to see about getting a new suit for himself after work. Naturally, I said yes. He had to stay a little later at the office to do some paperwork, so he told me to go to his apartment and he'd be there to pick me up when he was done. So now I'm here waiting for him to pull up, so we can go shopping.

I changed the station on the radio four times before I saw him pull into the lot. I pulled the key from the ignition and got out of my car and walk over to his.

"Took you long enough," I said, jokingly, as opened the passenger door and climbed in.

"Sorry," he apologized with a smile as he leaned over the center console to kiss me.

This has become a normal routine for us. Every time we'd meet each other after work, the first thing we did was kiss each other. It was kind of like our reward for keeping our physical affections at bay while we were at the office - that was torturous for me, especially after he got a new account and all I wanted to do was run up to him, wrap my arms around him and plant the biggest kiss on his lips, instead I had to be professional and walk up to him and shake his hand and tell him "congratulations." Of course, I'd send him a text, full caps and a lot of exclamation points and a few kissy-face emojis, telling him how I was really feeling until I could show him later.