Forbidden Love (Garfield X John)

Forbidden Love

Garfield didn't like being the only cat-man in the city. He often got made fun of for his large stomach, his pointy ears, and of course, his fur. His bright orange fur stood out from the crowd. He was severely depressed, and often used lasagna to cope with his feelings.

Until he met John. John was a closeted gay man, who was in a terrible and failing relationship with a woman. He had the nicest eyes, the kindest smile. Surprisingly, they met at a Starbucks in the city, when Garfield bumped into John as he went to pick up his coffee.

"Oh, I'm sorry sir!" John said.

"It's alright." Garfield said, picking up his coffee from the counter. It wasn't the first time he had bumped into someone, after all.

"I'm John. I've never seen you around here before." He extended his hand towards Garfield. Garfield shook John's hand with his clammy paw.

"I'm Garfield. I usually go to the Starbucks a few streets over, but sadly it burnt down in an act of arson."

"Yeah, I heard about that!" John couldn't help but feel attracted towards this cat. John had just gotten off work, so he had a while to spare. "Hey, would you like to chat for a while?" he asked, motioning to an empty table.

"Sure." Garfield, who didn't even have a job, replied. They sat down with their coffees, and talked for what felt like hours. John couldn't stop blushing, which he hoped Garfield wouldn't see. He really wanted to make out with this cat, even though he had a girlfriend. Garfield felt the same way, but John couldn't see his cheeks warming up through his fur, which he was glad about. Finally, it was time to go. They exchanged phone numbers and social media, and then they were on their ways.

John arrived back to his apartment. As he shut the door, he heard his girlfriend, Liz, stomp into the main hall.

"What took you so long?" she asked.

"I was getting coffee."

"For one and a half hours?!"

"I saw a friend there, and we got talking." John was only half lying. It was a new friend, after all.

"Whatever. I have to run." Liz grabbed her purse and left for her night shift. John had had the morning shift today at his office job. John sat on the couch and turned on the TV. He couldn't even concentrate on the show, because all he could think of was Garfield. Suddenly, he became aroused by the thought of Garfield. As the crotch of his pants became tighter as he thought about that cat more, he knew he would have to work it off somehow.

John unzipped his slacks to reveal an erection just dying to escape his underwear. He pulled down his briefs and began to pleasure himself, all while thinking about Garfield. He unexpectedly nutted all over the couch.

"Oh no, what a mess." he said, grabbing a paper towel to wipe the cum off the leather couch. He just knew he had to call Garfield, and confess his newfound love for him. He dialled Garfield's number on his phone.

"Hello?" the cat answered.

"Hi, Garfield? It's John. Would you like to come over?"

"Sure." John gave Garfield the address, and in just under an hour, the doorbell rang. John let him into his home.

"Nice place." Garfield said, examining pictures of John and Liz on the coffee table.

"Thank you."

"So, why did you invite me over so suddenly?"

"Well, the thing is, the moment I laid my eyes on you, Garfield, I knew I was in love with you."

"What! That's crazy!" He scratched his head in confusion. "Nobody's ever loved me. Not even my own mother."

"Well, I could be the first." John walked even closer to Garfield.

"But... you have a girlfriend."

"Our relationship is tanking. Plus, I've realized I'm actually gay. Please, I want your lips right now."

Garfield gulped. He was suddenly being turned on by John's presence. "Kiss me, John." he suddenly said.

John grabbed Garfield's face and kissed him passionately. They stumbled into the bedroom. Garfield fell onto the bed, as he watched John take off his shirt and pants. Garfield was a cat, and cats don't wear clothes, therefore there was no undressing for him to do.

In just his underwear, John got on top of Garfield and continued to make out with him, both of them becoming harder by the minute. They switched positions, with Garfield on top. Garfield caressed John's muscular arms. "I don't think you realize how much I love you, John." Garfield said. He began to move his paws towards John's boxers.

"Yes, daddy." John said. Garfield stroked John's growing bulge with his furry paws. John moaned.

"Take off your underwear." Garfield ordered.

"Yes, daddy." John agreed. He pulled off his boxers. Garfield took his own member and brought it towards John's ass.

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!" the boys heard someone scream.

"Crap, it's Liz!" John scrambled to put his clothes back on, but it was too late. Liz was standing in the doorway, her jaw dropped.

"What is going on here?! Who's this giant cat with a huge boner?!" Liz screamed.

"Why are you home early?!" John screamed back.

"I got off early! Were you... doing anal with this FURRY?"

"Well, not yet, at least." Garfield butted in sarcastically, immediately realizing his input did not help the situation one bit.

John stuttered. "L-look Liz, I c-can explain!"

"No, you CANNOT, John." Liz said, pulling out a gun from her purse. She pointed it at John.

"Please, for the love of god, don't shoot!" Garfield cried.

Liz pulled the trigger. A bullet fired into John's trachea. She quickly fired another bullet at Garfield's heart.