Dev's Diaries pt 1

TO CELEBRATE PRIDE I'M WRITING GAY PORN

DISCLAIMER: EXPLICIT MATURE CONTENT!

Yo! what up. A couple of things before reading!
From now on, you will have knowledge about Dev that nobody else knows. This obviously comes to play in the comic. Everything you read here will affect Dev one way or the other. Try not to spoil anyone. You can make jokes or imply things, but don't outright spoil Dev's character development to everyone else. We're not the fun police, we can't stop you from doing it. But, we would prefer it if you are clever with it.

Also, this my first time writing erotica, so go easy on me *wink wink*



It was the year 2012, and the Aconborn family was enjoying a serene evening in the living room. Joseph, the father, was engrossed in watching his favorite tennis player lose a Grand Slam, while Kristen, the mother, was occupied with playing Bejeweled on her phone. Aubrey, their youngest, sat watching cartoons on her tablet, wearing headphones to not disturb the delicate balance of the calm evening. However, the peaceful atmosphere was abruptly shattered when their 17-year-old son, Dev, came rushing down the stairs, sobbing uncontrollably.

Joseph was the first to react, swiftly leaping off the couch and approaching his son. “Where are you hurt?! What happened?!” he desperately asked while inspecting the snow leopard’s face and arms. The absence of any visible injuries only made it worse.

Kristen followed suit, just a moment behind. Like her husband, she tried to calm down the kid who would just not stop crying as if his leg was ripped off “Dev, are you ok?!”. A multitude of thoughts raced through her mind, trying to fathom the cause of her son's distress.

“Dev, for the love of god. Are you hurt?!” Joseph unconsciously shook his son with both hands, resembling a rattle toy.

Dev couldn't articulate his words, but he managed to shake his head, indicating that he was physically unharmed.

A sigh of relief escaped from both parents. Now it was Kristen's turn to delve into the investigation of what could possibly be causing their son's emotional turmoil. "Are you on drugs?".

Once again, Dev shook his head, denying any involvement with substances. He attempted to speak, but all that escaped his lips was a barely audible mumble.

Joseph stooped down to meet Dev at eye level. "Is the car ok?"

Dev, this time, nodded. The hysterical crying had subsided, but a lump in his throat prevented him from uttering any words.

“Dev, honey, snap out of it!” Kristen grew increasingly desperate, hindered by her son's inability to communicate. “We can’t help you if you don’t tell us what’s wrong”.

Still visibly shaken, Dev took a deep breath and cast his gaze downward, unable to make eye contact with his parents. "I think...".

“YES?!” Both parents exclaimed in unison.

Dev looked up again, tears streaming down his cheeks. “I THINK I’M GAY!”.

Joseph and Kristen stared at their teenage son in disbelief. The room fell silent once more, with only the sound of Dev's choked sobs and the television filling the air. They turned their heads to look at each other and burst into laughter. It felt as if a tremendous weight had been lifted from their shoulders.

“Dev,” Kristen managed to say between chuckles “We’ve known for YEARS”.

The young snow leopard, confused, terrified and emotional, could only cry harder. This only made his parents resume their laughter as they got closer to hug their son who they loved as who he was.

Aubrey, still wearing noise-canceling headphones, was completely oblivious of the events that just unfolded.

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It had been three years since Dev had come out to his family and, subsequently, the entire town. Fortunately, most people had responded positively to the news. Unfortunately, besides Dev, the only other gay person in town was Mr. Jones, a 74-year-old carpenter.

As he strolled along the gravel path leading to his room, he couldn't help but admire his surroundings. The campus was massive, accommodating individuals from all walks of life. To his left, a group of goth kids were live reading Edgar Allan Poe. To his right, a mixed group of canines and felines were enjoying a game of frisbee. Nearby, some guys were playing Sublime through a Bluetooth speaker. The air was tinged with the distinct aroma of subpar weed. Welcome to college, Dev.

Upon opening the door to the residence hall, the scent of cannabis lingered in the air, causing him to wonder if it had trailed him or if everyone in this place was perpetually high. Everyone seemed friendly enough, so whatever.

He made his way to the elevator, pleasantly surprised by the refreshing citrus fragrance that wafted through the doors.

The room he entered was not overly spacious, but it felt cozy enough to accommodate two people. There were two bunk beds, with the top one already occupied, a desk, and a decently sized window. Dev settled onto the unclaimed bed, barely having the chance to open his backpack before a knock on the door diverted his attention.

Anxious and excited, the snow leopard placed his hand on the handle, aware that the person on the other side would be his roommate for at least a year. "No need to be nervous," he reassured himself. ‘The brochure specifically mentioned a very LGBT friendly community’. Taking a deep breath, he finally opened the door.

“What up, I’m Jake”, introduced an African wild dog, flashing a broad toothy grin. Without waiting for a response, he confidently entered the room and embraced Dev as if they were old friends.

Dev stood frozen, but did not protest “I’m Dev” he murmured, his gaze fixed straight ahead.

The canine dropped his backpack onto the lower bunk bed and flopped down. "Man, I'm exhausted," he declared, his smile seemingly etched onto his face, infectiously spreading its cheer.

Dev couldn’t help but curve his lips as well “I just got here too”.

“Really? Where from?” Jake inquired while rummaging through his backpack.

“Huntsville” The feline replied, taking a seat on the chair positioned in front of the bed.

“Huntsville?!” Jake perked up, his ears twitching. “No way!”.

“Why? You know someone?” Dev leaned in closer, curious and thrilled that this stranger was familiar with his hometown.

“Never heard of it” The wild dog grinned mischievously.

That cheeky grin was undeniably contagious. Dev rolled his eyes and chuckled. "You got me”.

“I’m from Oak City” Jake shared, reclining on the bed and clasping his hands behind his head.

“Oh, that’s where The Rolling Pebbles are from. They’re my favorite band”.

The wild dog suddenly sat up, accidentally hitting his head in the process. "Ouch!" he exclaimed, laughing as he fell back onto the bed. "Dope, they're my favorite band too!"

"No way!" Dev couldn't contain his excitement. Coming from a small town, this was the first time he had ever had such a connection with a stranger his own age. They continued their conversation about The Rolling Pebbles, discussing their favorite songs, memorable concerts, and trivial facts about the band members. However, the topic shifted when Jake noticed the pride pin on Dev's backpack.

“Is that pin yours?” The wild dog pointed inquisitively.

“Ye-yeah… It was a gift from my sister” The snow leopard tried his best to stay cool.

"But it's yours, right? You're gay?" Jake's question seemed to carry an unexpected weight, making it feel as if he had asked Dev if he were a criminal. The peculiar sensation left Dev feeling irritated with himself for reacting this way, which inadvertently caused him to appear annoyed on the outside. "Yeah, I'm gay," he confirmed.

“Tight” Jake smiled and wouldn’t break eye contact.

“Tight?” Dev was completely caught off guard by that response.

“Yeah, it means cool”, Jake clarified.

“I know what it means” Dev’s heartbeat was racing.

“You’re cute, bro. I’m sure you’ll meet a handful of guys who will find out how tight you are”.

That fucking cheeky grin resurfaced. How could anyone stay mad at this guy? "Ugh, you're gross!" Dev laughed, playfully considering tossing a pillow at Jake, when suddenly the door swung open.

“Whoops, sorry. I think I’m in the wrong room” an embarrassed looking black cat uttered.

Dev quickly checked his phone, glancing at the email containing his room information to confirm he was in the right place. "Room 308?"

The cat nodded, then turned to the wild dog, who promptly hopped off the bed. "Damn, I thought this was 408," he said with a tinge of disappointment. "Hey Dev, there's a welcome party tonight for all the freshmen. It's at a buddy's frat house. It would be dope if you come."

A whirlwind of emotions swept through Dev's mind. There was undeniably a hint of something more than platonic in Jake's voice. "Y-yeah, I'll go”.

“Awesome! I’ll text you the address!” And with that, what appeared to be his new friend was gone, leaving both felines still taking in what just had happened.

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Dev didn't need to check the house numbers; he could already discern which house it was from a block away by the obnoxiously loud music. As he approached, an increasing number of beer cans littered the bushes of neighboring houses. The front door was wide open.

In the midst of the chaos, Jake held a ping pong ball in his hand, poised to throw it. Spotting the snow leopard, he shouted, "Dev!" and launched the ball across the table. It landed flawlessly in a plastic cup, igniting an uproar from the surrounding crowd. The wild dog raised his hands in celebration. "It was you! Your luck!" he exclaimed, pointing at Dev.

Surprised, Dev looked from side to side, uncertain if Jake was addressing him. Having just arrived, the scene was pure havoc. He quickly realized that he was the center of attention for the wild dog and a smile formed on his face. "I didn't know I brought luck."

"I missed five throws in a row, then you walk in and it goes in. I don't need any more evidence," Jake said, grinning and winking as he guided Dev to a plastic table on the verge of collapsing under the weight of countless bottles. "We've got vodka, gin, whiskey, beer, rum, and like six different types of spirits I've never seen before. Whatcha drinking?"

Pretending to survey the assortment, Dev feigned knowledge. "Beer!" he yelled over the blaring music, opting for a lighter choice for now.

Jake grabbed two cans, opening one for himself. Taking a sip, he leaned closer to Dev “Let’s go, you’ll be my new beer pong buddy. Josh can go fuck himself, he didn’t land a single ball”. His free hand suddenly grasped Dev’s, interlacing their fingers. The snow leopard did not protest.

They made their way to the side of the table to wait for their turn. Jake didn’t let go of his hand. It was clear to Dev now, Jake had just made the first move. Attempting to ease the tension in his body only made it more apparent. Countless thoughts raced through his mind, searching for a logical explanation. Clearly, this had to be some sort of mistake. Before he could arrive at a conclusion, it was their turn to play.

The two guys on the other side of the table immediately burst into laughter upon seeing their friend return with a new partner. “Jake replaced his teammate again!” One of them announced between chuckles as they set up the cups. However, their laughter was cut short when the wild dog threw his ball as soon as the table was set, landing it in one of the cups. Dirty move, but still legal.

Dev couldn't help but chuckle as the other team complained. He caught the ball as it bounced off the side of the table and positioned himself to throw. The tip of his tail twitched with determination; he wanted to impress his newfound friend. The ball soared through the air and, through sheer luck, bounced between two cups before nestling into one.

“Gnarly!” Jake high-fived him, “I knew I made the right decision”.

They played for several minutes, beating four teams before finally losing. By that point, the effects of consuming several cans of beer within a short span of time were undoubtedly felt by both of them. Jake now walked behind Dev, following him to the table laden with bottles. "You're a beast at beer pong!" he remarked, giving the snow leopard a playful slap on the rear. Perhaps it was accidental, or perhaps it was the influence of alcohol, or perhaps it was something more. Either way, his hand lingered there for a brief moment, exerting a gentle squeeze.

Once again, Dev found himself overwhelmed by a myriad of thoughts. Why did Jake slap his ass? Why did he squeeze? And, dear god, why was he becoming aroused by this? "I-I was just lucky, honestly. I've only played a few times," he stammered, watching as Jake prepared a drink for both of them. To his surprise, it tasted delightful. "What is this?"

"Rum and coke," the wild dog replied, swiftly downing half of his drink. "You like it? It's my favorite!" His tail wagged happily. "Come on, I want you to meet some of my friends."

The following half-hour became a blur as Jake introduced Dev to a multitude of people, making it impossible for him to remember any names. They went upstairs, downstairs, to the backyard, the front yard and the living room again.  Before they knew it, they found themselves in a dimly lit room, surrounded by people dancing.

By this point, Dev was too drunk to think or care about what was happening. Everything felt new to him, and he reveled in it. Jake said something, but he couldn't discern his words. He stepped closer, the wild dog seemed to interpret it differently, continuing to dance and inadvertently brush their bodies together.

Dev could feel the pressure of Jake's body against his own. The wild dog's muscles were taut, his scent intoxicating. Even in the dimly lit room, it was crystal clear—Jake was attracted to him.

Nervous yet determined, Dev allowed his hands to explore freely. One hand settled on the small of Jake's back, feeling the firm muscles and the base of his tail. Meanwhile, Jake had other intentions. His hand effortlessly found its way to Dev's ass, pulling him in closer.

Face to face, they danced in this manner for what felt like mere minutes but had actually been close to an hour. No words were exchanged, just the rhythm of their bodies, dancing, brushing their cheeks from time to time, exploring with their hands.

“Is that a flashlight between your legs or are you just happy to be with me?” The wild dog joked, teasing their bulges as they danced.

With a surge of courage fueled by alcohol, the snow leopard grinned and leaned closer, whispering into his new friend's ear, "Why don't you find out?"

“I will” Jake chuckled, sliding his hand between them and giving Dev's bulge a firm squeeze. “Geez” he uttered, his breath hot as the strain in his pants struggled to contain his pulsating erection. “Do you have a permit to carry this giant dick around?”

Without waiting for an answer, Jake grabbed Dev’s hand and began making his way out “We need to walk fast or they’ll notice”. Once again, they found themselves walking upstairs, but this time, they went into one of the rooms.

Two beds stood on opposite sides, with a desk between them and several posters adorning the walls. “We’re not allowed to use the beds, but we can fuck on the floor” the wild dog grinned, promptly turning around and pressing Dev against the wall.

Dev’s breath quickened, his body ablaze. His fucking clothes felt sticky, he wanted take them off and feel Jake’s body against his own. “This is my first time” he blurted out suddenly as he removed his shirt.

“This is my first time with a guy” Jake said nonchalantly, already with his shirt off and in the process of removing his pants as well. As soon as Dev’s pants hit the floor, he stepped closer again, pressing their bodies together.

“Fuck me, this feels good” Jake murmured, feeling both their cocks grinding, only thin fabric between them.

“Y-yeah…” Dev could hardly believe the situation unfolding before him. While he anticipated experiencing sexual encounters in college, he never imagined it would happen on the very first day. “I want to feel your dick in my hand”.

“You can feel any part of my body, Dev” Jake deftly hooked their boxers with his thumbs, liberating their throbbing members from their confinement. A moment of silence followed as they both stared down, their rigid shafts pressing against each other, sharing the stickiness of their precum.

This was the point of no return. From this moment forward, neither of them could claim they had never been with another man.

Trembling, Dev moved his hand and wrapped it around both of their cocks. The sensation of their tips rubbing against each other sent electric shocks of pleasure coursing through his body. Jake's response was evident as he thrust his hips, intensifying the waves of ecstasy.

Lost in their own world, they fixated on their pulsating erections, Dev's hand struggling to maintain control as it glided up and down their lengths. Each time their tips connected, the pleasure became so intense that Dev's vision blurred.




Jake's panting grew heavier, his chiseled pecs pressing against Dev's body. “Fuck, my dick is so slippery. It’s covered in your pre, bro” He let out a chuckle.

Unable to suppress his grin, Dev noticed his own member was likewise coated in Jake's precum. “You don’t have to be gross about it”.

“It’s not. This is fucking hot,” The intensity escalated, prompting Jake to lower his hand and assist in controlling their rhythmic motions. “I can feel your entire dick grinding against mine… I think I might be into guys”.

Dev withdrew slightly, now feeling the wild dog's hand wrapped around his member. He never anticipated that something so simple could provide such immense pleasure. “Ye-yeah… This is pretty gay, I think”.

Jake chuckled in response, his free hand gently caressing Dev's cheek. Their eyes met, and he leaned closer, initiating a passionate, yet sloppy, kiss.

They embraced each other, their lips locked in a fervent display of desire as they continued grinding their bodies together. Their hands explored each other's backs and caressed their firm asses. The yearning for more burned within them both.

The grinding persisted, the kiss unbroken. They carried on with this dance for several minutes, reveling in the pleasure they bestowed upon one another. "I'm close..." Dev finally broke the kiss, his voice filled with anticipation.

"I'm close too," Jake managed to utter, his voice barely audible, before engaging in another kiss and tightening his embrace.

Their pace quickened, and Jake firmly grasped both their erections, as if attempting to merge them together. "Fuck... fuck..." Their hips moved with escalating urgency. Their gazes dropped once more to watch their members rub against each other.

Simultaneously, they succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure, their bodies trembling as they experienced intense orgasms. Yet, they continued grinding, yearning to extract every ounce of pleasure they could muster. They maintained their embrace, remaining in silence, only their labored breathing filling the room.




Slightly apprehensive, Dev looked up, his mind racing with thoughts of Jake merely exploring new experiences or the encounter being a one-night stand or perhaps~

His train of thought was abruptly interrupted as Jake leaned closer and kissed him once again.