Date: Sat, 18 Feb 2023 07:06:54 +0000 (UTC)
From: Chaos Wolf <chaoswolf04@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Gorgeous Gorilla Guy

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,
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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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I would appreciate any comments you may have, but please keep insults or
flames to a minimum. I'll try to respond to everyone, but no promises.
Please mention the title of the story so I know what you are referring
to. You can email me at: chaoswolf04@yahoo.com