Corbin Wells

Intruder

Corbin awoke and stared toward the ceiling. A gentle blue light filled his room, indicating early morning. He rolled out of bed avoiding the clock and sluggishly traveled to the bathroom. As he entered, something struck him as odd. Heavy moisture lingered in the air. After caring for the demands of his body he took the time to observe the strange state of his restroom. The tub was wet; his favorite soap has been used, not even his brush was left untouched. Tangled white hairs stuck onto the brush like slimy pests in a garden. "Sloppy job," he said, noticing the attempt to pull out the hairs.

Corbin left the restroom and looked around carefully. His home was large, upstairs held two bedrooms a bathroom and closet. Downstairs, the living room held all the essentials for a comfortable lounging space: a wide sofa, recliner, an oak wood dining room set and one low-standing wooden long table for various needs. His backyard was enclosed by a short stone wall and full of many sculptures made of stone, marble, even glass. Some of these were made by him, others bought. Corbin could hear the faint sound of a television downstairs. "What the fuck?" he whispered aloud. Who could possibly be in his home, using his bathroom and camping out downstairs? He slowly walked toward the staircase passing by two large grim paintings: one of a red bovine skull floating in a hail-storm, the other of a female lizard kneeling before an army holding her captive. Both works were commissioned for him. He cautiously made his way down the steps, wearing gray sweat-pants.

Halfway through with his descent, he finally spotted the intruder sitting on his sofa. The back of the head looked to be feline and the fur was white. The intruders hair was short and black. He wore a plain dark-blue shirt. From a distance, the cat looked rather small. Despite this being typical of cats, this one appeared smaller than usual to Corbin, almost juvenile.

The head turned to face Corbin. He displayed a calm and innocent expression. I thought so, this is no adult. What does he want?

"Please don't be mad." The boy said. There was some light gruff to his voice, perhaps a young teenager?

Corbin walked swiftly down toward the boy who then sat up alert.

"Who are you? Are you alone? Why are you here?" Corbin said in a stern tone but not losing his calm.

"My name is Bryan. I did come alone, yes. I have been here since two-thirty." The boy looked rather skinny, even for a cat. "I didn't steal anything…" he said nervously. Corbin looked at him suspiciously then walked toward the front door. He peeked out of his home and looked around. All the while, Bryan sat on the couch and watched him. Corbin returned moments later, taking note of the boy not engaging in any deviant behavior behind his back. If he wanted to he could have locked me out and be quite a problem, Corbin thought. Turning his attention once again to Bryan, Corbin walked toward the short-standing table and noticed a copy of one of his older books, Problems of Honor and its place in a hyper-connected society resting on the table in front of them.

"I'm a big fan." Bryan said cheerfully. His bright green eyes sparkled in the faint rays of a morning sun. Bryan held up Corbin's book and clutched it tight in his arms. "I took a bath and sat here eating, watching TV and waiting for you to find me." Corbin checked the clock. It was almost 7AM.

"I wrote that book for graduate students. It was a fun exercise for me. Do you really understand it? How old are you?" he asked, trying not to sound condescending.

"I am fourteen." He said, "I do get most of it but not all. I found it pretty exciting though. I like things like this." Corbin finally relaxed, he smiled then sat down next to the boy. "This is a little weird." Corbin said. "How did you get in here?"

"The front door was open." Bryan said, in a matter-of-fact tone. They struck up a conversation about the book. Corbin did his best to explain the difficult parts and placed heavy emphasis on the complexities within relationships between people with different levels of authority. He spoke of the challenges these relationships present to the principles that govern a person's honor.

"This would be especially sensitive in politics where leaders of many nations are forming multiple friendships." Bryan was quick to participate and his questions were plentiful. The entire talk didn't stay to the book. It took some convincing but Corbin managed to pry more personal information out of the intruder. They would become more used to each other as time went on.

"I've been awake since 1AM." Bryan began. "I only slept for three hours. I couldn't stay asleep and planned to sneak here last night. I'm glad I did. You aren't chasing me out of the house or freaking out. I got to speak with you about your book. It's a good morning! I went to your room before taking a bath." Bryan said. " I just had to see where you were. This house is kind of big. You have such a wide back and nice muscle…" he added.

"Weights, I keep all my toys in the basement." Corbin responded. It was a long while before silence resumed in the house. Corbin hasn't eaten, and the boy didn't make any hint of being satisfied with the visit. He stood up and went to the kitchen to grab canned squid and a smoothie.

Upon returning, Corbin noticed the boy had taken his shirt off and sat with his legs in a pretzel shape on the couch.

"You're certainly making yourself comfortable," Corbin said, trying not to stare.

Bryan leaned on the top edge of the couch giggling as Corbin walked toward him then asked, "Do you like boys?"

"W-what?" Corbin stammered.

"Are you queer?" he asked again. The red fox gulped down the last of his peach smoothie then said, "I have a variety of interests, but my main focus is on my own gender so, absolutely!" Corbin sat down again next to Bryan. He ran his gaze over the cats body, commanded by a whispering lust. His eyes rolled over the subtle curves around Bryan's chest, stomach, back and shoulders. He shook his head lightly. The attraction was a nuisance like a small child pulling on the clothing of an adult, begging for attention.

"Your eyes have dilated." Bryan said, "It means you like what you see!"

Bryan leapt at Corbin, the pounce was successful and he now sat on the fox, their faces closer than ever, chest to chest and waist to waist. Corbin would have pushed him off but violence disgusted him, especially against younger people. He didn't feel like he was in any real danger despite the sudden motion. He continued to sit helplessly being straddled by this slender white cat.

"Whatever you are planning is probably illegal." Corbin warned then added, "because our laws are flawed." Bryan laughed, "you see I knew it! You don't care." He said, feeling triumphant.

"Why should I care? I haven't harmed anyone." Corbin began, "I'm not snatching people off the street. I am not holding people against their will. I'm not lying to fuel some ugly desires. What exactly do I have to hide?" He said with a confident grin.

"I read some of your more intimate works and paid close attention to your interviews among various issues regarding sexual ethics. I could tell there was something you were dying to express. There was a part of you that you wanted to tell the world but couldn't. I can see right through you, Mr. Wells."

"Your insight is impressive and admittedly frightening."

"Well…" Bryan began, "if it makes you feel any better, know that I choose to be here. I am also pretty queer."

"Are you suggesting something?" Corbin said, trying to keep himself together.

"Quit pretending to be daft. You know what I want to do." Bryan placed his arms around Corbin and rested on him. Corbin could smell the faint remains of soap. He did not fight his feelings any longer and wrapped his arms around the boy.

"I think you should go…" Corbin said unconvincingly.

"Now? No way. I'm comfortable," Bryan teased. His playful nature kept prodding into Corbin's thoughts, convincing him to give in to a nagging lust.

"You're one of my favorite authors and thinkers. I stalked you once I figured you lived just a few blocks from me, just so I can be here and see what you are like in person."

The soft feel of a young freshly groomed male being held in his arms had clouded his thoughts. He began to pet the boy now. Short black claws gently brushed Bryan's fur, beginning from the back of his neck and working down the curve of his spine. Bryan shivered and purred. He curled his shoulders from the sensation. An electric buzz rushed through his skin. "Oh, that's really good." Bryan leaned in and kissed the fox.

Corbin switched places by twirling Bryan and pinning him to the couch. His pants were wet from a drooling erection. He kissed the boy's neck slowly working his way down with strong intent. He took this time to embrace the boy's form; one kiss on the neck, another on his chest, a few more kisses here and there down in a line. Bryan used his right paw to pull out the fox's cock. He pushed against it and could feel Corbin's penis pulsing under his toes.

It felt as if a fire cloaked his penis; An intense urge fueled by a longing now unleashed, allowed to frolic and play filled Corbin. He wanted to play. The fox thrust his hips in motion with Bryan's right paw; Its toes wrapped around the head of his penis squeezing and tugging. Bryan began to rub leaking pre-cum around the fox's foreskin. Corbin pulled down Bryan's shorts, doing his best to stay composed as he lapped atthe cat's scrotum. Bryan leaned back sinking deeper into the couch.

This is too much fun! Corbin thought. I won't pass this up!

All apprehension vanished. Only embracing this moment would matter. It did not take long for an eruption to occur. Cum blasted between Bryan's toes, coating his leg and foot in a sticky mess. His older playmate fell forward, tickling breaths ran along Bryan's crotch. He wiped his paw on the fox's groin, trying to clean the goo while Corbin began sucking him off. He hugged the cat's skinny thighs, trapping him in place and burying his face in the groin. Bryan tensed up, trying to hold out for a little longer but wiggling fingers under his sack made this difficult. No matter how it would end, the end would be all too quick for these festivities.

"I like this…" Bryan said. The response from his body was sudden, his left eye closed as he jolted in spasmodic pleasure. Bryan sank back into the couch allowing waves of warmth to wash through him.

"Happy now?" Corbin asked, laughing and cleaning his lips.

"Yes." Bryan replied, stretching out on the couch allowing his friend to stroke out remaining seed.

"Goodness, I'm almost convinced I'm in your home with how relaxed you are."

Bryan only laughed and stared in adoration.

Moments later he drifted to sleep on the couch, nude. "Wow…" Corbin said aloud trying to steady his breath. Bryan wormed his way into Corbin's emotions, slowly taking hold like an illness. Just looking at him was enough to make the fox skip a breath. "Gorgeous thing."

He carried Bryan up to the spare bedroom then returned downstairs to bring up his clothes. He laid them on a nearby seat, making sure they would be noticeable when Bryan woke. A pocket sized notebook fell from the pants along with a pen hooked into its coil.

"Blank pages…" Bryan rolled to his side, giving Corbin clear view of his buttocks, they rested like two flattened wads of cotton. Corbin ran his fingers over the collapsed curves and stroked the cats tail, allowing it to run through his hand. He could hear purrs coming from the sleeping intruder.

"What do I do with you?" he said, in a whisper. Corbin returned to his room for a quick nap hoping to replenish lost sleep.

Bryan awoke some time later and hurriedly dressed. He silently left the house as he entered. It was just past noon and he was concerned about scaring his sick mother by not being home. He made a quick stop at a market to do some shopping. This way, he would have some excuse for being out early. As Bryan paid and left, he noticed an extra fifty dollars sticking out of his notebook and in it, a letter. After returning home he took a moment to examine the paper.

These past few hours were very sudden for me. In that time I had the pleasure of interacting with such an iridescent soul. Your positive and curious nature is lovable and infectious. Know these past hours will be cherished. Grow to spread a unique joy and love for learning and respect for different ideas. We need more young people like you. Know you will always be seen in my eyes in a positive light. I turn thirty-five tomorrow and plan to treat myself to a nice night out, a really great restaurant. If you want to join me, see me tonight and we'll talk. Should you return, please have the courtesy of letting me know. No sneaking. Maybe we can even discuss more about you. I will do my best to be here should you have any questions about anything.

With all my respect and love,

-Corbin

The End