Disclaimer: The following is a story of a homosexual nature and is sexually explicit. Please do not read if you are a minor or if it is illegal where you live to do so. Remember to think smart to play smart. Use protection. Today's story is about a young man who has had bad luck when it comes to dating. He decides to go online one last time to delete his profile. However, as soon as he logs in, he gets a message from a guy like no other because this other man is an anthropomorphic gorilla. If this sounds like something you wish to read, be my guest and read. If it is not, go back and look for another story to read.
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My Gorgeous Gorilla Guy
Why do I even bother with going to Guy2Guy anymore? I log in and what do I see? Zip. Nada. No messages for me today. A couple years ago, I began to gradually come out of the closet which culminated in me posting a profile on G2G. I was looking for companionship and I wanted to get the word out. I meticulously worked on a rough draft of my profile until I was ready to post the final version. I uploaded it along with photos for a complete ensemble that I thought was captivating.
Over the subsequent months since I added my profile, I did not get the reception I was looking for. I would get views every now and then. Messages were rare, but they were all replies to messages I had sent. These were rare because most of the time, I would get would be blocked. When I did get a response, they almost always didn't lead to anything. When I did get the opportunity to meet another guy in person, it was just for a meeting. I mean that literally as in just one meeting with him and nothing more. I would send a follow up text letting him know that I enjoyed hanging out and that I looked forward to hanging out with him again. However, after weeks of no response to any message I sent, I got the hint that he wasn't interested in me for some reason.
I decided that I was done with online dating. I decided that I would log onto G2G once more and would either set my status to hidden or, more than likely, delete my profile. It was said that there is someone out there for everyone. After months of rejection, I was starting to believe that this maxim was a load of crap. I don't usually swear, but I was that bitter. I decided that I would step away from the world of dating and maybe try again in a year or two. Then a deeper fear entered me. What if there was no one out there for me? I felt that disheartened. I entered my username and password expecting to find the same emptiness on screen and feel the same emptiness inside me.
The unexpected happened. My speakers chimed and I saw the inbox tab was highlighted with a circle with a number telling me that I had one new message waiting for me. It had been weeks since I had contacted anyone, so it was unlikely it was from anyone that I had contacted before. I clicked on the tab and saw the message was from a member called Spaceape96. The face accompanying the message's thumbnail looked odd, but I clicked, and another window popped up which displayed the complete message along with the picture of a smiling gorilla hybrid. He is wearing a black tee with the word Encom, in blue, on it. I couldn't help but smile. Tron was one of my favorite films from the 80's. It was rare that I could find someone who enjoyed that movie. His bottoms are grey cargo shorts. He's sitting on a stone bench, a beach behind him. I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I? I haven't even told you who I am.
My name is Fletcher Miller and I'm currently 25. In the beginning of my journey, when I came out at 23, only my parents and younger sister Janie knew. Their reaction? They were surprised, but readily accepted the revelation. They deeply hugged me, and I felt their unwavering love. My sister was super giddy because she was boy crazy and looked forward to chatting about them with me. A playful jab, "Just as long as you don't try to steal a guy from me." A chuckle, "Of course." Most of my other relative were supportive at least neutral.
I was never popular during my school years, but I wasn't a total reject. I was considered unique and that was worth sufficient recognition. Most people knew me as the primate guy because I was crazy about them, and it was true. As a kid, I had a plush monkey. Plus, a noticeable percentage of films I bought for my DVD collection featured gorillas.
For college, I stayed in my hometown and studied to become a pharmacy technician. Mom was a forensic scientist and dad was a chemist. I got my certificate and began working at a local pharmacy. It was so close that I could walk there if I wanted to because it was only about twenty minutes away by foot.
Out of all possible topics to talk about during mealtime, science was talked about most. One such topic was the field of generic engineering which had seen great strides over the past 25 years. It was just like any other industry before it. It starts small and pricey. In the beginning, it is time consuming and difficult to perform. Over the last ten years however, advancements skyrocketed like computers before. It soon became relatively affordable and available to many. The procedures available were safe and completely reversable. Do you want to be a natural blond? Easy. Desire blue eyes? No problem. You want to be the man or woman you want to be seen as? That takes a bit more time, and involves an overnight stay for observation, but that can be done. No more going under the knife or having to take hormones. Plus, one can even procreate with the new body. All changes are reversable if one should reconsider.
Eventually, the breakthroughs had progressed to the point it was now possible to fuse human genes with those of an animal to create new lifeforms which had only existed in the minds of dreamers. Many who did this decided to discard their human bodies completely to become hybrids. Just like the man I was looking at. His body may be shape like mine and other humans, but it is draped with the features of a gorilla.
Today, I must be dreaming. Yet, I am fully awake as I read the message in my inbox. [Hi there. I'm new to the area and have been here a month. I saw that you enjoy eating out and I'm looking for new places to try. Any hints? Thanks a bunch, SA96.] This was the first time I had received communication that was not a response to something I had sent. It was also not an invite for hookup. Emboldened by these facts and the fact that he had worn a Tron-inspired tee, I began typing my response right away. I had never exchanged messages with a hybrid before. I had only encountered a few of them and only in passing.
The reason was because the population of hybrids was still small since there weren't too many humans who chose to undergo such a drastic change. Many were weirded out by them. It had long been ingrained in the human mind that animals do not speak. Now humans had to face the reality where, for example, the barista at the local coffee shop is an anthropomorphic racoon or your postal carrier is a goat. Even if I was unsettled by his appearance, which I wasn't, I would want to help. I put myself in his shoes and knew I'd want recommendations if I was in his position. I knew plenty of great places. One can only eat at home so many times before it becomes tedious. I sent him several suggestions and thought that would be the only communication. I was wrong.
The following weekend, I got a new message. I was caught off guard because I had been burned by lack of responses from others. [Great call on those tostadas. The fact that they had a giant screen on the wall showing Bonanza was just the cherry on the top. I love westerns. Talk with you later, SA96.] I thanked him but I doubted that I would get another message. Wrong again.
[Hi again. So, I checked out that burger place. I tried the Greek burger and the tzatziki with the lamb patty was mind-blowing. I majored in Mechanical Engineering in college. Chat with you later, SA96.] Okay, so I got lucky. Certainly, that was the last communication. Then, another weekend was upon me along with another message. Strike three, I'm out.
[Hope you had a great week. I was wondering, and there's no pressure, if would you like meet for pizza. Angelo's Pizzeria sounds awesome. My name is Zachary with an H and Zack with a K. I answer to both. Ring me if interested in meeting. Bye for now, SA96,] He listed his phone number. My heart was doing somersaults. Was this really happening? Was I being asked out? I didn't know what to say because I had never been asked out before. [Yes please. I'd like that. Nice to meet you Zack. I'm Fletcher. Here's my number.] I typed my phone and sent the reply. A few minutes later, I got a text, [Though I'd sent a quick text before hitting the sack. Nice to meet you Fletcher. Sweet Dreams.] He attached a photo of himself which appeared be to taken today. It was a selfie taken in bed, he rests his head the palm of his hand with bended elbow.
The following Saturday, I was all antsy as it seemed to last a month. Finally, Saturday was here. I arrive at Angelo's Pizzeria It is ten to five. I sit on the bench outside. Should be any moment. Any moment. Was this going to happen? Five to five, I hear a voice call me name. "Over here Fletcher!"
For a moment I am startled because it is rare that my name is said in public like this. I stand up and I turn in the direction of the voice. Walking across the parking lot is a humanoid gorilla waving an arm enthusiastically. He looked so natural with his brow ridge and his sagittal crest which gave his head a conical appearance. A generation prior, many would think he was a man wearing elaborate prosthetic makeup.
Zack was wearing tan cargo pants and a green/purple polo. What caught my eyes most were his sneakers. They were like the shoes I had on, but they were an amalgamation of shoe and glove. Like shoes, they are laced and have soles. Like gloves, they are segmented for each digit. Plus, they are flexible in case he wanted to use his feet like an extra pair or hands. He shakes my hand, "Nice to meet you in the flesh." I accepted, "Same here." Our hands parted and I turned my attention back to his shoes. He smiled, "Like my sneakers?" I look up and enthusiastically admitted, "You bet. They're awesome." He flexes his toes, "Glad you like them. If you want, I can give you a better look after we leave. Come let's grab a slice and salad."
I nearly squealed my enthusiasm as we head inside and it's busy as usual. Several eyes track us as we are escorted to a booth in the corner. We sit down and we look at the menus. I look at him and he looks up at me smiling, "What's good here?" My eyes blink and snap out of the haze of happiness, "I usually get the supreme pizza with a side Caesar salad." His eyes continue to scan the menu, "I like root beer. You?" I smile, "Sure do. There's a local brewery that my parents and I visited three years ago. They do tours and they have a restaurant on site. We are there for lunch and I had the chicken fried steak. It came with green beans and mashed potatoes. I then washed it all down with a root beer float. I was so stuffed I didn't eat for the rest of the day." He chuckled, "I know how that feels." A couple minutes later, a staff member comes by and takes our order: one large supreme, two root beers, and two side Caesars.
I wish I could say that this was surreal, watching a slice of pizza enter the mouth of a gorilla. However, he wasn't a true gorilla. His reasoning and biochemistry were that of a human's. His genome was a remarkable fusion of the gorilla and of the human as if a being liked him had always existed. The advancements had even made is possible for hybrids of the same species to procreate with each other. Someday soon, given enough of a population, there might be more. I could see it now: humanoid gorillas begetting more like them, offspring never born human.
Zack regarded me curiously, "What are you thinking about?" I was honest, "The future. Hybrids and humans living together. What the world would look like in a generation or two with more and more hybrids in the world." He nodded, "I've though the same. I've always liked gorillas, and this is why I made the change eight years ago. For the record, I'm western lowland like most."
My head perked up, "Gorillas are my favorite primates too. I have lots of gorilla movies." Zack seemed interested in what I had said, and we talked eagerly about our favorites. He got quiet, "You've ever thought about making the change?" I didn't want to lie, "Every now and then. When I do, I think of what it'd be like to have ape feet." He smiled, "It's great. Helps get around and come in handy. Any time I watch TV, I can hold the remote in my foot while holding a bowl of popcorn in my hands. You like popcorn?" I shook my head, "I'll eat it, but I don't much care for popcorn. My favorite snack like that are nachos." He nodded, "I'll keep that in mind. No popcorn. I like nachos also."
We had stayed there a good long while and decided to get cheesecake to share. "What do you do for a living?" He put the fork down, "I'm in the oil and gas business. You?" I looked at him, "I work at a pharmacy." We decided to call it a day, so we split the bill and left the restaurant.
"This is me here." He pointed to his silver car. Mine was just the next aisle over. He opened the door and sat down in the driver's seat, "Still want to see my feet?" I eagerly looked at them and then I looked up, "Yea." He unlaced his shoes and put them in the passenger seat. He then pulled off his socks. His ape feet were beautiful. If it wasn't so inappropriate for a first meeting, I'd ask if I could touch his feet. Rather, I asked if I could hold his shoe.
Zack reached over and picked up the left shoe which he had put to the side and handed it to me. I held it in my hand and slipped my hand inside. It was like the offspring of a shoe and a glove. Like a shoe, it had laces and a sole like a shoe. Like a glove, it was segmented for a thumb and fingers. I couldn't wear it, but I could tell it was a comfortable shoe. I handed it back to him and he asked as he put it back on, "Want to take a selfie?" I nodded and he got out. He stood next to me and took his phone out. He got a great angle and took a picture of us smiling. He forwarded to me and asked, "Where are you parked?" I pointed at the green car two aisles over. Looking at me with a friendly face, "Well, I got errands to run. We ought to do this again. Maybe catch a movie? What do you think Fletcher?" I smiled, "Sure. I would like that." He closed the door and waved at me before heading off.
I stood there in the parking lot until his car was out of sight. I felt warm inside. It was a nice fuzzy feeling. I felt a connection. Part of me wanted to doubt and think this was just another dead end. As much as I liked being with Zack and he seemed to like me, I doubted I would hear from him again. And another error.
Zack would send me little messages to ask me how my day went or quirky memes or video clips. I would send him the same variety of stuff. Messages and more back and forth. Was it possible I had found the one? Maybe. All I knew was that I had never gotten this far in a relationship with anyone before. Soon, he was asking about out next get together. Another meal together? "Let's go the movies instead as you said." What though? There weren't any new releases that I was interested. Same with him. I had a lightbulb moment. "There's this place called Legacy Theater. It's small. One large screen on the main floor and two smaller rooms on the second floor. They show indie films regularly, the type that you see at film festivals. However, every Friday and Saturday, they show classic movies at midnight." His replying tone was overjoyed, "That sounds fantastic. We should go regardless of what they are offering." Thus, we made plans to go. What day to go? We settled on Saturday and I went to the website to see what was this weekend's offering. They were going to show Casablanca. "It's a date then."
That Saturday, I approached the Legacy Theater and there was Zack standing beneath the glow of the marquee. It was the middle of September and there was a pleasant breeze in the air. He was very happy to see me because as soon as he spotted me, his eyes lit up. I walked up to him, and we walked up to the counter to buy tickets. We headed inside and headed to the refreshment counter. He got a small bag of popcorn while I got a bag of corn chips.
The movie was playing in the first floor auditorium. We found two choice seats and sat down. I hadn't seen Casablanca since high school and Zack had never seen it. His eyes were glued to the screen as well as mine. We were aware that time has passed but it was over too quickly. Was our night together finished? I didn't want this night to end. He didn't look tired, so I decided to gamble. I asked, "What do you want to do now?" Zack paused, "I don't know. Not ready to hit the sack. Know anything to do at this hour?" I thought and I had a lightbulb moment, "Define Pie." He looked at me weird and I explained, "Eating pie. That's what the place is called. It's about a mile down the street. You can't miss it." He shrugged his shoulders, "Okay then."
We got into our cars and about ten minutes later, we arrived. Define Pie is a diner which has a myriad of pies. I've eaten here when I was in the area, and I didn't know what I wanted to have. It looked the same as it did the last time I was here which was two months ago, which was the same as it looked five years ago, which was the same as it looked ten years ago.
We sat down in a booth where he asked or rather commented, "So many pies. What's good here?" I said, "They sell a variety of diner mainstays. Of the pies, I've had the pumpkin pie or cheesecake mostly. My parents don't care for cheesecake or pumpkin pie." He nodded while his eyes looked down at the menu, "Pumkin pie for me. You?" I said, "Same. I rarely get to eat pumpkin pie or cheesecake because I'm the only one in my family who likes it."
We then segued to talking about our families, something we had barely talked about. Up until now, we had only really chatted about hobbies and food. We both had just one other sibling, a sister. Mine was younger than me while Zack's was older than him. I learned that his last name was Westlake and he learned mine was Miller. I told him that I was 25 and he told me that he was 34. Soon we were snorting with laughter. Why? The years, months, and days that separated us were all based on the number three. Nine years, six months, and three days separated us. He was born in April while I was born in October. He was born on the 7th, and I was born on the 10th. We then talked about where we lived, generally. I explained, "Northwest. I live with my parents, but not really. I'm in an in-law suite on the same property. It's a great arrangement because my parents enjoy travelling. My grandparents used to live there until they decided to move to San Diego to permanently life with my aunt and uncle. I've been there ever since I graduated college. The bedroom I was in has been turned into an office. The pharmacy I work at is just around the corner. I can walk to work if I want because it's just twenty minutes away by foot. Back and forth, back and forth. Unless the weather's bad though naturally."
As for Zack, "Huh. Northwest for me too. The company I work for decided to move closer to downtown and I didn't want to commute a long distance. Thirty minutes tops compared to an hour at least had I stayed where I was. The apartment complex I'm in is across the street from the grocery store." The slices came and we took our time eating them because we were enjoying being together. About 30 minutes later, we called it a night. Another selfie, this one on the bench by the entrance. We then went our separate ways.
Over the subsequent months, we were hanging out with each other more regularly. I would say that we never spend more than ten days apart. We were becoming closer and more affectionate in public: holding hands most of all. These interactions evoked uncomfortable looks from humans, hybrids thought nothing of us holding each other like that. I wasn't much of a club guy, and neither was Zack. However, there was a gay club which more and more hybrids started hanging out at. Eventually, the owners decided to change the name and the place officially became the hot spot for gay hybrids. It was called Helix and I met him there one night.
I was one of a handful of humans there. All around me were foxes, wolves, bovines, and more in the shape of men. We enjoyed ourselves enough there. It was a world that I was drawn to but was unsure about joining, but that uncertainty was diminishing with each passing day. Uncertainty diminishing the more time I spent with Zack. Uncertainty vanished on the night that we left Helix. He turned to me and generously asked, "Want to crash at my place? It's closer than yours." A few weeks prior, we had exchanged addresses and I knew he was right. It was late because we had stayed there until closing time at 3am. The hours were starting to rush us, but I didn't want to be a bother. He draped a large furry arm around my shoulder and made a goofy smile, "It's no problem at all. We haven't spent the night together. We might as well start tonight." I yawned and snuggled against his body, "Deal."
The complex he lived at was 13 minutes away. He opened the gate, and I followed him inside. He parked in his designated slot and directed me to visitor parking. Lots for residents were covered and had numbers. Lots for visitors were not covered and had a border which displayed the word "visitor" prominently. He explained that security made regular rounds and would make note of when they first saw my car. They allowed visitors to remain there up to 24 hours.
Zack waited for me to join him in front of his building. He pointed, "Just up the stairs, right by the stairs, apartment 312." We walked up the stairs and he stood at the door, "You've earned a special privilege. You're the first guy I've brought home that I've had feelings for." I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around him, "Same here." Our faces drew closer and closer. Our lips met and we kissed as those who were thirsty guzzling water. There were those who would say that what we were doing was wrong. A man should not kiss another man like this. Certainly not a gorilla in the form of man. I felt a hardness in his crotch, and I knew that he must feel mine. We separated, for now, so we could enter.
Zack lived in a one bedroom apartment. The den, kitchen, and dining nook occupied one space, the bathroom was a second space, the bedroom was a third space, with washer and dryer nestled between the bedroom and the bathroom.
I took a liking to how his place was decorated. Video game and movie posters, books, and various knickknacks. I might as well be back in my own apartment. There was one key difference that caught my eye as soon as I saw it. Zack did not sleep in a bed like I did. What I was looking at was a man-made reproduction of a gorilla nest. He put his wallet and keys in a box on a small table by the entrance. He directed me to do the same. He pulled off his shirt and put it in the hamper. His firm chest, black like onyx just like his fur, was revealed. He winked and entered the bathroom to get ready for bed. The brushing of teeth followed by the emptying of the bladder. He existed and said it was my turn. I didn't have a toothbrush, so I used my finger.
I walked into his bedroom after I had finished washing up. Zack was taking his clothes off. I stood there, mesmerized, because all he had on soon was a pair of red boxers. Me, I was a briefs guy. I had never shared a bed with anyone like this and now I was. He laid down and I climbed into his bed. It was soft and roomy. I could probably be out like a light in a second, but Zack had other plans. He wraps his arms around me and held me against his furry body. I looked upon his gorilla countenance and into his affectionate brown eyes. He is so handsome. He took my hand and placed it on his coal black chest, firm gorilla chest with noble pecs to drum. Touching him like this sent shockwaves throughout my body and downward. He caressed an ear, "I see you really enjoy touching me." My arousal was clear as was his. My boner strained the fabric of my underwear, his arousal was poking out of the fly. Hands venture lower and lower. Underwear way. Unlike the true gorilla, his dick was human-sized. Genitals and other sex characteristics were one of the few aspects that didn't drastically change.
His eyes never leaving me, Zack's hand gently fondled my balls and strokes my hardened dick. I reached over and rewarded his sensual touch with my own. Hardness meets hardness and we see how else we want to express our love for each other tonight. He wraps his right foot around my shaft to give it a few encouraging strokes before he turns his body 180. His crotch draws me in like a magnet and I open my mouth. I had never taken dick into my mouth until now. I never would imagine my first would be a hybrid's.
I bobbed my head slowly, but with zeal. Zack was similarly consumed by giving me a blowjob. How long had the minutes passed? I didn't want this moment to end, but it does have to end. End spectacularly. I feel his body begin to quiver. He pauses his sucking so he could sit up to watch me cross the finish line. His toes curl as he beings grunting. I look at his face and his pursed lips. He clutched the mattress as his cum starts to slosh inside my mouth.
Zack grips my eager schlong and gets back to work. I was getting close to unloading myself. I held onto his head, "I...um...I...about." His mouth leaves me, and he fondly continues to stroke as he holds it against his face. The whiteness of my jizz contrasted greatly with the black fur of his forehead, rivulets rolling down his sloped forehead and across his joyous gorilla face. His tongue slips out and catches some, "You're tasty." Still so much of me on him. I caress his face and press my face against his, lapping up the rest. I look at him fondly, "Handsome gorilla." He looked at me peacefully, "Wonderful human." I pressed my bare skinned body against his furry body, "For now. I want to be like you Zack. I want to be a gorilla."
My boyfriend gazed affectionately at my face and imagined me having a face like his, "Fletcher Miller, my gorgeous gorilla guy." He kissed me and we snuggled, falling deeply asleep in his nest.
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