The next morning, I woke up sore around the small of my back with a pounding headache as the doorbell echoed through the house.  I tossed aside a throw blanket I assumed my mother had thrown over me in my sleep releasing the residual stank of sweat, and slight sulfur, rising from our old couch and walked across the room to the front door.  Swinging the heavy door open I found Brandon standing on my porch inches from ringing the bell again.  The monkey had clearly gone home as he had changed from a colorful V-neck to a clean white T-shirt with a pink and green serpent coiled across the chest.  “Uh… Brandon, what’s going on bud?”  I scratched at the dirty polo sticking to my sweaty fur, or at least as best I could with my busted-up arm.
	“What do you mean?”  He asked as I let him into the house and shuffled him to the kitchen.  
	“Why are you here?”
	“Checking in on you, of course, I knocked you flat on your ass last night, remember?”  The monkey explained sitting at the counter as I dug through the refrigerator.  He was trying to be discreet but I could see his eyes roaming around my backside.  Brandon was cute enough, I never thought about him in that way but just the bit of attention gave me some butterflies swirling in my gut.  I swung back around and tossed a bottle of water at Brandon who caught it happily, smiling at me with a goofy grin.  Looking at him I found myself almost studying his body, his toned chest barely veiled under a tight t-shirt, subtly muscled arms, even his plump little butt swinging the swiveling stool back and forth.  I needed to get away before I reached across the counter, ripped all of Brandon’s clothes off and made sweet love to him right on the kitchen floor.
	“Just, uh… let me get cleaned up, and we’ll go grab a bite or something, okay?”  I said, making my way around the counter and trying my best to hide my throbbing arousal in my, now even tighter, jeans.  As I ducked out the kitchen nearly sprinted down the hall and into the bathroom and once inside I did my best to get my clothes off, pulling the polo off to expose my chestnut brown furred shoulders, sides and back with most of my chest and belly.  Unbuttoning my jeans, both above the zipper and above my tail, and pushed them down to my ankles, stepping out of them and starting the shower.  I took a moment to admire myself in the mirror, still just as short as ever with a bit of pudginess rounding down to my bulging turquoise boxer briefs.  Those came off shortly after as I suddenly felt the relieving freedom of fresh air on my sheath, balls and throbbing cut dick.
	I stepped in the shower letting the hot water run over and through my fur before I started to slowly work my needy erection.  It was such a relief as I squeezed and needed my penis, three days of travel and a lack of “relief” left me pent up and squeezing, gently as I was, made me suddenly very aware of my hefty full balls.  I felt my legs wobble and weaken as I ran my hands over every inch of sensitive flesh and I collapsed to the floor of the shower kicking my legs up into a more comfortable position and I bit my lip trying to keep from moaning obscenely.
	All I could do was imagine Brandon, splayed out, naked as the day he was born, on my bed his dark fur shining beautifully in morning sunlight.  I would come up next to the bed, run my hand over the soft skin on his lightly muscled pecs spending plenty of time teasing his nubby nipples until his dick was full mast then I would run my hands down to grip his beautiful, long and elegant cock.
	Just as I was getting to the best part of my fantasy I heard the curtain of my shower ripped open and as I wiped the water from my eyes I was caught off guard.  Standing there, it was even better than I had imagined, Brandon stood there, not a lick of clothing and sporting a thick dick swinging between his legs.  He was a bit pudgier than I’d thought, actually closer to my body type but even once I found my way back on my feet I remembered just how tall he was as I looked into his emerald green eyes and he asked “Mind if I join you?”
	“O-o-of course.”  I stuttered as he stepped in pressing himself right up against me, my dick pressing up against his inner thigh.
	“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t stay out there.  I could have probably gotten off with just the noise I could hear down the hall but I knew I would have regretted leaving you alone.”  My face grew crimson under my fur and he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into a deep and passionate kiss.  I brought my hand and wrapped it around him pulling him even closer to me and I felt every second of passion pass until we broke apart and I could gaze into his eyes again.  He looked me over before he brought his hand up and under one of my arms, caressing my side and rubbing up over my little love handles and down to cup my ass eliciting a moan from deep in my core.  “Hey so uh, ya wanna help me get caught up?”  Brandon said pointing down at his semi-hard dick.
	I immediately dropped down getting level with Brandon’s equipment and I couldn’t look away.  He was long, maybe six or seven inches and at least two inches in width with smooth foreskin pulled back just enough to reveal the slit of his dick.  Wrapping my hand around his girth I began working it, Brandon releasing a sigh as I squeezed the base and slowly ran up to the tip.  Starting slow I worked every inch of his length, massaging his tightly hanging balls, and picking up speed bringing small squeaks and moans gently.  Once I was sure he was full mast I enveloped his cock, wrapping my lips around him, accepting inches at a time until I was at his base and he whined softly.  Bobbing up and down I swallowed his precum with every thrust, feeling some pride that Brandon was humping along to my rhythm.  “Alright, alright, if you keep going I’m definitely gonna blow.”  Brandon said pulling from my drooling mouth and looking down to meet me in the eyes.  He pulled me up into a little hug before dropping down into a squat and giving me similar treatment.
	Brandon was slow, licking the underside of my shaft from base to tip and sending a shiver up my spine.  I could feel a little wiggle in my ear every time he reached my tip and almost lost my footing when he finally took in the whole of my cock.  He bobbed up and down licking all the way down to my balls, my whole core was vibrating with sensations.  I wanted to thrust but I felt his hands wrapped around my hips, pulling and pushing me as fast as he could take.  I could feel him massaging my ass, pulling my cheeks apart too and exposing my pucker to the warm shower air.  “I-I want you in-in, oh just get to business.”  I said between broken gasps which led to Brandon popping off my full mast with a lewd pop, smiling at the sound then up at me.
	“Well then turn around.”  The monkey chuckled highly as I spun around quickly, leaning on the wall of the small bathroom.  In seconds my cheeks were spread and his tongue was exploring every inch of my asshole.  I couldn’t help but find myself flush with the wall as he did so, huffing and sighing happy that the house was vacant so the two of us could make all the moans and elicit noises possible without issue.
	It took only a few moments before Brandon’s tongue left my hole only to be replaced by his thick length, only a few inches at first and then, slowly but surely, all of him pushing right on that beautiful sweet spot.  He took his time though, nice and slow, grinding in until he bottomed out and then dragging his way almost out and then pushing right back in.  I was reaching my peak quickly and I made that clear to Brandon as I upped the volume of my moaning and he upped his speed.  Pushing every inch in and out, drilling me hard until I felt it.  He first let out a long moan and then spattered my insides with load after load of warm cum, pooling out of me onto the floor of the shower.  I blew my load as he was pulling out, the last touch on my sweet spot sending me over the edge as my load splashed onto the wall of the shower and running down to join his pool under the two of us.
	I heard his softening dick pop out of me lewdly before he pulled me close turning me around and kissing me again deeply and passionately.  “Gods your cute, you know that.”  Brandon said smiling and look into my eyes as the kiss broke.  I blushed a bit before squeezing some shampoo into my hands and beginning to run my hands through the short, and now flattened mohawk on his head.  The two of us spent the next few minutes just chatting as we washed each other, both our hands running across every inch of the other’s body, rubbing and soothing and squeezing certain areas as we liked.
	Grabbing towels, I tossed one to Brandon, we dried off and I led him back to my bedroom where we just lied across my bed a cuddled for a while.  I enjoyed it as he brushed his hands through my hair and we just enjoyed the warmth as we drifted off into blissful sleep.