A Beginning of a blog story?

Some week ago a new story came to me. For some reason it doesn't strike me like a full book material. It wants to be turned into a bog story. Sometimes stories have a mind of their own... Okay, in my case they always have mind of their own, characters never listen to me and often lead me on a wild goose chase, events happen in a book that I couldn't have foreseen, you know, the usual author problems. What scares me this time, is the nature of a blog story. I am not a consistent person. Hell, I wouldn't even know what consistency is, if someone haven't told me I lack it :D So with a story that is published in small parts over a large period of time and in regular intervals... It will be a challenge. But if lacking consistency is one of my big faults, another one is always raising to the challenges. So here I come with the beginning of a blog story. Let's hope I stick with it :D

Captive or captor?

“Harder, please, fuck me harder!” Lowell begged the lover taking him from behind. He was on his knees and elbows, sticking his ass high in the air, the big, fat cock stretching him wide.

“As you wish!” his lover growled and increased the tempo and strength of his thrusts. He was attentive like that, always giving Lowell what he needed.

Lowell’s breath hitched as he felt his balls drawing close to his body, his impending orgasm imminent.

“I’m close baby, I’m so close.” He nearly sobbed when his lover’s big hand reached down and took hold of his cock. He needed no more than five pulls before he was coming, shooting his seed all over the soft cushions under him.

Lowell knew his lover was about to com e himself from the grunt the bigger man gave. Lowell would smile if he only had the energy. His lover always came after Lowell, the squeezing of his inner walls giving the big man that one last little push he seemed to need. This time was no different. Lowell felt the fat dick in his ass swell even further and waves of hot spunk filled his channel. The arm around Lowell’s waist twitched a little with the strength of the man’s release and after a second his lover pulled Lowell with him to lie on soft cushions. His lover spooned him from behind, cuddling him close. The big man was a cuddler and Lowell loved it. Lowell’s own parents never showed him any affection, so the man’s affectionate ways were a little strange to him at first. He learned to love it though and soon enough, couldn’t imagine not having those little touches.

They lay there in a companionable silence for a long while and Lowell even started to drift to sleep with his lover’s cock still buried in his ass. A soft rumbling sensation at his back told him the big man was content as well. It made Lowell doubly happy. That is until the man went suddenly silent and then reluctantly asked him.

“When do you think I could go outside, Master?”

Lowell’s heart squeezed painfully and he turned to face his lover, wincing slightly when the man’s dick finally left his ass. Lowell looked at the face of the man who became so dear to him and felt his heart breaking a little at the hope he saw there.

Even lying down the man towered over him. It was no surprise, the man was six five to Lowell’s five ten stature and he was heavily muscled where Lowell was lean. They were as opposite as could be and it was not even counting all the other, more visible differences.

Because Lowell was human while the same couldn’t be said about his lover.

Lowell raised his hand and trailed his fingers over the beloved features. His lover had a strong jaw, pronounced cheekbones and sensuous lips. But that was where his human looks ended. The man’s eyes were cat-like, with slanted pupils that reacted to sunlight just like cats’ did. His nose was flattened and ended just like cats’ too, it looked almost like from that old movie from the beginning of century something about blue aliens. But his lover’s skin wasn’t blue. No, it was orange tinged, with black stripes running all across it. He didn’t have fur, but there was a kind of fuzz, reminding Lowell of a peach, not soft but not scratchy either. The man’s entire body had the same coloration. He did have hair on his head and pubes, but it was still orange and black streaked.

Lowell thought his lover was beautiful even if his fingers could sprout deadly claws and his teeth were as sharp as any tiger’s. Lowell didn’t care, he loved him.