Phone Call
My eyes studied the mottled patterns on Gray's chest as it rose and fell gently. He laid on his back, with his arms up and paws under his head, with the blankets pulled up only to his navel. I was on my side, watching him. His eyes were shut, but I knew he wasn't asleep yet. Around his closed eyes were dark rings of fur. I studied those too. I studied the thick tufts under his arms, and the light bands of sienna that rippled down his triceps, and the white speckles that started under his jaw and trailed back down to his chest. I studied the mottled patterns on his chest again, but now I imagined my fingers tracing them, not just my eyes. I wanted to feel his fur: its thickness, and its softness. I wanted so badly to rake the scent from his body with my fingertips, and to knead his chest with my thumbs.
With his eyes still shut, he let out a sigh. I thought that that might have indicated that he was about to speak, so I closed my eyes. I could hear the rustle of fur on fabric as Gray turned his head toward me. "Hey, still awake?"
My eyes opened in artificial lethargy, and I feigned a slight grogginess. "Well now I am. What's up?"
The only light in the room came from the moon and shined softly through the slits between the blinds, but it was still enough to let me see him. It didn't hurt that my eyes had been adjusting for the past ten minutes that I had spent silently staring at him. The moonlight made his eyes glisten in the darkness, and I noticed that his black lips had pulled up into a grin. "Me and Christina had sex."
It felt like I had just been punched. The sharp pain inflicted by his remark burned and stung, and slowly soured into a dull but incessant pressure in my chest. Christina was his girl of about five weeks. The thing I hated most about her was that she was a fox like me. I squeezed out a response so that he wouldn't detect any weird behavior from me. "For real?"
He just finished his sophomore year in high school and had just lost his virginity. He was giddy. He pulled himself up in the bed a little bit so he could prop himself up on one elbow and face me. "Yesterday. Dude, it was fuckin' wild. I've been carryin' around that condom in my wallet for like the past two weeks. I knew it was comin.'"
I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Where'd you guys do it?"
"Her house. Once she told me her parents would be out late, I knew it was comin.'" He shook his head in his own disbelief. "Dude. It was crazy. Once we got inside she was fuckin' ready. I had no idea she wanted it so bad."
My stomach ached with rage, and my chest was filled with petty envy, but I listened obediently.
"I figured she take it kinda slow, you know, throw on a movie or something, but as soon as I closed the door she was all over me. We fuckin ripped our clothes off and did it right there, in the living room. We couldn't even make it back to her room."
I tried my best to mask my emotions, but still voice was a bit shaky. "Damn dude. You just... did it? Like, no hesitation?"
"Fuck no. I mean, like, I kinda fumbled around with the condom at first, but other than that? Oh man. My dick was ready to go the second she started makin' out with me at the front door."
Fuck. My dick twitched at that. Looking back it's embarrassing as hell that one comment about his cock started making me hard, but I couldn't help it. Our whole friendship was one giant tease.
He laid down again, and put his paws back behind his head. "I kinda reined it in a bit, so I wouldn't like cum too fast, but it was her first time too so I guess it didn't really matter." His grin got a little bigger. "Anyways, we did it two more times before I left."
"Jesus." I didn't really have to filter myself on that one.
Gray sighed contently. "I like, can't even describe it dude. It was just... you gotta find you a girl, Mike."
I forced a chuckle through my nose. "Tell me about it."
Gray had been my closest friend for just about forever. The first thing I remember about kindergarten was an African wild dog on the swing set by himself during recess. We yelled out our greetings to each other while swinging past one another, and introduced ourselves as Grayson and Michael, and just like that we were friends. Soon afterwards we began to call each other by our one-syllable monikers. Strangely, I was only person ever to call him Gray. His parents and teachers and all his other friends, and even his girlfriend called him by his Christian name. Admittedly I was a bit proud that I was the only one that called him Gray.
It's a curious sort of miracle that we were such good friends. We didn't have a lot in common. The one thing keeping us from spending more time together was the fact that until high school he had at least three concurrent sports to practice after school. By the time he entered the ninth grade he had narrowed his focus to track and lacrosse, of all things. All the while I spent my alone time reading and making things. Mostly art.
Our interests were pretty independent, but we shared a sense of humor, and we just genuinely cared about each other. Gray was really the only one who ever saw my art, besides myself of course. Whenever he came over he would insist on seeing whatever I had most recently cooked up. He never drowned me in praise, but I could tell from the short comments he gave me and the look in his eyes that he got when he saw something of mine for the first time that he really did appreciate my stuff, and didn't just encourage me out of pity.
He came over to my place constantly; it was like a second home for him. He had a good family, and they liked me too, but my family was a bit wealthier. We lived in the nicer neighborhood and had a bigger house, so, naturally, Gray preferred to play at my house as a little kid. That preference kinda just carried over as we got older. I was also the first to get a car, as a birthday present from the parents, so I was the one who drove us around too.
He slept over all the time. Even through the first couple years of high school, he'd spend at least three nights a week sleeping in my bed. He never thought twice about it: the bed was plenty big to accommodate two dudes without making it uncomfortable. But as we got older, and I started to realize things about myself, it got harder. Not in the sense that it was physically difficult for me to sleep there next to him, but in the sense that it made me upset. Or anxious. I don't know. It's just that every time we climbed into bed together and lay there, silent or not, it sent little pangs through my heart. He was my closest friend--daresay my only real friend--and I felt wrong for wanting more from him. It was like having a crush on your own brother. I already felt ashamed for being attracted to men. This was just adding insult to injury.
Gray didn't know about my being gay, not yet, and lying there in bed I couldn't foresee myself ever telling him, or anyone for that matter. Fortunately, it wasn't hard to keep to myself. My parents loved me but they didn't pry a whole lot. They were too busy with my sisters. Seven and eight year old girls take up a lot of time. I talked to a few people at school but Gray was the only one who was really invested in me. I meant it when I said it was a bit of a miracle that we were friends. My bond with him was conceived at such a young age that we pretty much just knew everything about each other. With other people my age it just never worked out. It was hard for me to put myself out there talk to people. When people came to me instead, I would freeze up and inevitably scare them off. Gray tried his best to introduce me to his friends, but eventually resigned upon realizing the futility of his efforts. He still hung out with his other friends, but when it was just us two it was just us two. That didn't make it easier though. Our time alone only made me more upset. I knew he would never be mine.
When he started dating Christina, my melancholy and guilt turned to anger and envy. I had pictured myself with Gray before, from behind my locked door and my cock in my paw, but when he started talking about her all I could see was the two of them, happy with each other. My jealousy blocked me from being glad for him, like a good friend. I put on a façade though, so that he wouldn't feel bad about talking about her. I hated it whenever he did talk about her, but some masochistic part of me wanted to hear all the details, about all the dating and the kissing, and even the fucking, for a little bit. I tried to soak in his stories, and imagine myself in her place, but it never worked. I could only see him fucking a vixen. It angered me beyond description. Christina, though she didn't know it, was the cause of countless tears to fall from my eyes in the night.
I thought Gray's escapades with Christina would constitute the biggest blow to our friendship, but I was wrong.
When I woke, the daylight spilling in through the window was already bright and strong on the ceiling. School was out, and last night was Friday, so we had stayed up pretty late. I figured it must have already been eleven in the morning by the time I woke. I turned to my side, expecting to see a sleeping wild dog, but instead found one that was sitting up, with his back turned to me and his legs dangling off the bed. My eyes were lazily following the dark splotches on his naked back when I heard a sniff.
Confused, I called out, "Gray...?"
After a brief pause, he turned his muzzle to his shoulder and looked at me. I could see that his eyes were red, and wet. There were streaks of matted fur on his face from where tears had been running. He turned away in embarrassment, and resumed staring at the floor.
Cautiously, I pulled myself up to sit cross-legged, facing his back. We both were clad only in boxers. The summer weather meant the room was warm enough to merit the lack of clothing, but I shivered before inquiring once more. "Gray?"
After another silent pause he swung his legs up and slowly spun to face me. He planted his footpaws in front of him, almost touching my legs, and hugged his shins with his arms, resting his chin on his knees.
He swiped at his eyes with the back of one paw and finally looked up at me, his brown irises glowing like amber in the sunlight. As soon as he had wiped the tears away they returned to his reddened eyes. Still, he maintained eye contact. "I'm moving away."
A heavy white noise flooded my ears, and I struggled to catch my breath. "W-what?"
"To North Carolina." We lived in Iowa.
A confusing amalgamation of emotions was bubbling in my chest. Fear, anger, anxiety. "What?"
Gray blinked, and two more tears ran down the tracks in his cheeks. "After my grandma died in October my mom has been really on edge, or like, nervous, or something. She's not doin' real good." He sniffed again. "She wants to move back to North Carolina so she can be closer to her dad and the rest of her family, and you know my other grandparents live in Virginia, so my dad wants to move to."
My jaw hung slightly ajar in shock. "But... you have friends here, and school, and..." I hesitated. "...and a girlfriend. They can't just tear you away from everything."
He let out a pained chuckle. "You think I didn't try that already?" His pitiful smirk dissolved as quickly as it had formed. "Henry's in second grade. They want to leave while it's still easy for him to make new friends." Henry was his little brother. "They don't want to wait two whole years for me." He groaned and ground the heels of his paws into his eyes. "Mike, I'm so sorry."
A lump formed in my throat and my eyes twitched. "What? Gray it's not your fault." I didn't really know what to say. "Don't say you're sorry."
He dropped his head back to his knees and let his teary eyes meet mine. "I've known for about a month."
My throat tightened a bit, and I leaned back in confusion. "Why... didn't you tell me?"
A croak escaped from his lips before he answered. "I was too scared. I didn't want to keep you worrying for... so long." He lips quivered. "I've told everyone else. Your parents know too." His eyes were sympathetic. "I... think it's the only reason Christina fucked me."
"Gray..."
"Whatever. It won't matter soon anyways."
Soon? My head was still spinning from the sudden flood of information. My response came out with a stutter. "Gray, when are you leaving?"
He blinked and dragged his gaze down to my chest. He couldn't look me in the eye. "Thursday, I think."
I sat there, dumbfounded, and Gray joined me in silence. I couldn't come up with something to say. How could I possibly describe my emotions with words? He had been my best friend for what, ten years? Eleven? And he would be halfway across the country in less than a week.
He couldn't hold back anymore, and hid his face, with his forehead on his knees. His chest heaved as he let loud, uncontrollable sobs rush out from his muzzle. It was the most terrible sound I had ever heard. I was scared to reach out comfort him, but suddenly he lurched forward and hugged me. He pushed his cheek into my chest and wrapped his arms around my back as he sobbed. It was awkward positioning, since he was taller than me, but that made no difference to him. All he wanted was comfort, and security. I placed my paws on his back. I let one of them glide back and forth across his fur, trying to bring my friend some solace.
For the first time ever I felt the muscles beneath his fur. I pushed my paw pads into his flesh, gently, and kneaded his back. His sobs gradually slowed, and weakened, and soon he was back to sniffling. My chest was wet where his eyes were.
It felt as if we had spent hours in that position. So many thoughts had been racing through my head as I stroked his back. I regretted being so reserved. I regretted keeping him to myself when we could have experienced things with his other friends, together. I regretting resenting Christina; if anything, she brought more happiness to him than I could have in the past four weeks.
I regretted not taking a shot while I had the chance. I always knew it couldn't happen, but "what if" had permeated my mind since I started developing feelings for him. A voice deep in the back of my head said this is your last chance.
When the sniffles had slowed and the only sound in the room was labored breathing, Gray pulled back, and sat back up. He noticed the wet mark on my chest and ran a thumb over it. "Sorry," he laughed.
Without thinking twice I leaned forward and stole a kiss from him.
I couldn't believe what I had just done. Half a second might have just tainted a decade of friendship. Gray's confused expression sent little spears through my heart. I opened my mouth to stutter out some kind of desperate apology, but I was halted.
Gray came at me, his lips crashing into mine. He plowed into me with such velocity that he knocked me over and smashed the back of my head into the sheetrock flush with the bed. There's still a little dent there. It hurt, but I was in a totally different world. It was such an alien experience. I didn't have any experience with this kinda stuff, so he took the reins. I was so startled that I didn't know what to do with my arms; they were bent at the elbow and my paws were idle. Gray's paws were not. They had cupped my face as he tackled me, and slowly worked their way down my neck and torso as our lips interlocked. His fingers glided deftly down to my ribs, and he pushed his thumbs into my slim pectorals. He climbed higher onto me until he was directly over me. He came far enough up that I could now feel his growing package as it ground into my already hard cock. He noticed too, and pulled his mouth away from my muzzle, resting his forehead on mine. We were both out of breath. My eyes had been closed since the moment he came at me, and when I finally opened them he was staring at me. I searched, but I couldn't find any emotion in his eyes. I didn't understand.
Suddenly he sat up, straddling my thighs as I laid perpendicular to the length of the bed. He was still panting. His blank eyes darted from my face to my tented boxers. Suddenly, his eyes were inundated with emotion. Some cross between horror and disgust and confusion.
With shaky legs he slide off the bed and stood up, quickly turning so that he wouldn't have to face me. As quickly as he had risen I pulled my legs up to hug my shins, just as he had a few minutes ago, to hide the embarrassment between my legs.
Silently, he searched the floor for the clothes he had discarded last night. He donned a hoodie and spoke once he found his pants. "Can you take me home now?"
We sulked towards the front door, with Gray in front of me. I gave him his space. I didn't know if I should feel guilty or ashamed or embarrassed for kissing him, or offended that he stopped, or just sad that he was leaving in five days. I decided not to figure it out.
My mother called from the kitchen when she heard our footsteps on the stairs. "You boys want something to eat?"
I watched Gray slip his shoes on by the front door. His hood was pulled up, with his large, round ears sticking up through the slits on top, and his paws were stuffed into the pocket in front. "No mom. I'm just gonna go drop Gray off."
We were out the door before she could respond.
He only lived a few minutes away, but it might as well have been fifty miles away. The ride was painfully silent. I was too nervous to turn on the radio. Every time I glanced to my side his muzzle was pointed at his lap. I couldn't see his face.
When I got to his house he didn't get out right away. I turned the engine off. Words wouldn't resolve what he had to resolve.
I cleared my throat, but my first words came out in a croak anyways. "I uh... you know my number, yeah? So, whenever you get to your new place you can call me and then I'll have your number, and, we can like, talk, whenever, if we need to." What the fuck does that even mean.
"Yeah." He sat there silently for a few more seconds before unbuckling and opening the door. "Thanks for the ride."
No goodbyes.
I watched him scale the steps to his front door. I knew I wouldn't see him again after this, not between now and his departure. He opened the door and looked back one last time before ducking in through the doorway. He was far away, and I couldn't really make out his expression. I couldn't make out my expression either. I thought that I ought to have been crying, but the emptiness that I felt was like a black hole. It sucked everything in, and kept me from feeling anything. I was thankful for that.
My junior year was like a rebirth. By the time school started up I had updated my wardrobe. My pants were tighter, and my shirts got brighter. I pierced one ear. I don't think I had made a conscious effort to dress like a fag; rather, I made a conscious effort to be something totally different. I tried to interpret Gray's absence as the removal of chains from my ankles, and for the most part it worked. My outwardly gay appearance attracted the attention of a lot of girls. They were all scrambling to have a gay friend, and I was more than happy to be a trophy. It meant I could believe I had friends. It also meant I had people that I could drink with. I had spent my whole life as a good kid, and I had no idea how much fun life could really be.
Eventually I gained a reputation as the school fag. It won me some disconcerting looks in the halls, but that was a trivial price to pay for all the dick I got. I lost my virginity in the autumn of that year, to a soccer player in his car. That marked to beginning of a new era. Word got around that I was a slut, and by the end of the month I couldn't count the guys that I had slept with or blown on both my paws.
Maybe my lifestyle as a junior was dirty, but I didn't care. It was fun. And it kept me from realizing that Gray hadn't called me.
It was summer again by time he did.
My mother called me down to the kitchen, where our phone was, and said it was for me. "Hello?"
"Mike? It's Gray."
I hadn't thought about him in months, but I instantly recognized his voice. My shock kept me silent for a moment too long.
"Hello?"
"Yeah! Hey. What's up? How've you been man?"
"Ah you know. Not a whole lot goin' on." I grinned upon recalling the playful cadence of his voice. "Hey look I'm gonna be in town for a couple days. We're all driving in and staying at a hotel. Mom and dad say they're gonna meet up with some old work friends, but really I think they wanted to let me come say hi to some of my friends."
I was so excited. It was like our last encounter had never occurred, and I was getting a chance to meet up with my best friend again, just like old times. "Dude that's awesome. When are you gonna get here?"
"The fourth. I'll only be there for two nights though. I was wondering if you'd want to grab some dinner and hang out on my last night? We sorta already have stuff planned out for the first night."
"Uh... yeah. That sounds perfect. I guess whenever you get there, er, I guess whenever you're ready, just call and tell me where your hotel is. I'll drive."
"Yeah! Sounds like a plan. Can't wait to see you Mike. It's been too long."
I was grinning like a fool. "Yeah. See you there."
I parked outside Gray's hotel and walked inside. Over the phone he had told me that his parents wanted to see me. When I opened the doors I noticed right away the trio of African wild dogs to the left of me.
"Michael!" Natalie, Gray's mother, quickly moved her lithe body to meet mine. I smiled and accepted her hug, reveling in the maternal comfort she emanated. "Oh, you look so grown up now! I love this shirt."
I beamed. "Thanks Nat." I had chosen to wear a simple but well-fitting flannel, with russet tones that complemented my fur. I figured my evening attire should be a bit more modest than my usual getup.
"Mike." I shook paws with Gray's father. Don wasn't wasn't quite as slim as his wife. His broad frame was a little intimidating, but after years of acquaintance I knew he wasn't too bad. "Good to see you."
"You too sir." Finally I gave my full attention to Gray. He stood beside his mother, almost timidly, and came forward. I recognized every splotch and stripe on his face and exposed forearms--he was wearing a baseball tee, and jeans. The corners of his mouth turned upwards, and soon I was infected by his disposition. With stupid grins on our faces we rushed towards each other and embraced. He smelled so good: an intoxicating blend of musk and... something else. His shampoo I suppose. Whatever it was, it made it hard for me to pull away. That, and the enticing warmth offered up by his body. _And_the comfortably tight grip his arms kept on me. Eventually though, after what was probably too long, we separated ourselves and looked at each other. He was bigger than me, as usual, but he had grown. His features were more mature and his arms and hands seemed more masculine. Maybe it was just a skewed perception resulting from our prolonged separation. Undoubtedly, however, he must have noticed the slight air of femininity I had about me, with my slim-fitting shirt and earring. But no matter what our first impressions were in the hotel lobby, it was obvious that we were happy.
Nat spoke before either of us could. "Well, I'd love to ask you about the past year we've missed, but I don't want to keep you too long. I'm sure Grayson would be more than happy to share with us once he gets back."
I'm sure he will.
During our brief car ride we elected to go to a diner-style chain. It was about eight o'clock already, and we thought that that would be good environment to talk and chill out. Inside there were only a handful of other customers, maybe ten or so. The soft patron chatter and occasional clangs from the kitchen, combined with the barely audible television mounted in the corner made an oddly comforting ambience.
We kept silent upon our entry and during our wait in line, having wordlessly but mutually decided that we would save our conversation for the table. We filled our cups and found an elevated table, with stools for seats.
I spoke first as Gray eased himself onto his seat. "So was Henry up in the room? How's he doin'?"
Gray sighed when he finally got into a comfortable position. "Oh, no he's at home. He wasn't too keen on comin' back. He's already made a bunch of friends in Carolina, and he's doin' good. The rents figured they wouldn't drag him over and, I don't know, risk opening old wounds? Something like that. He's stayin' with Grandpa."
"And what about you? Has Gray made some new friends?" We both smirked at my playful tone.
"Yeah, you could say that. I met some cool guys on the track team. No lacrosse though. My school doesn't have a team. I'm gonna do cross country when autumn rolls around though." He took a sip of whatever soda he had filled his cup with. Probably Doctor Pepper. "Last year of high school. Might as well try something new, right?"
I eyed him curiously as he took another swig. "Got a girl?"
He squinted at me, but his expression quickly softened into a smile. "I did for a while. Back in November, and then spring. Now I've--" He was cut off by the arrival of our food. He had opted for a burger, and I had ordered a breakfast sandwich type thing. It was like a burger, but on a bagel. Why not take advantage of a 24/7 breakfast menu? We said our thanks and smiled at the girl who had brought us our trays. Gray resumed. "Anyways. I--what was I talking about?"
"Lady friends," I muttered through my mouthful of bagel and steak.
"Ah. I had a date with this cat a week ago, but I don't think I was feelin' it. I don't know. She definitely wasn't." He sucked his straw, and picked up his burger. He opened his maw to bite, but stopped, and set the burger down on the tray. My inquiries were quelled when he peeled back the bun. "I fuckin' said 'no pickles,'" he muttered to himself. He always hated pickles. I was fine with pickles, but I never ate them when I was with Gray. Rather, I would remove them from my food and throw them at him. He grumbled, pulling me back from my recollections. He eyes his burger as he brought to his muzzle again, and grimaced upon taking his first bite.
"Get over it." My retort was dripping in playful sarcasm.
He rolled his eyes and spoke between bites. "Anyways," he started, waiting until he finished his current mouthful before talking. "I guess you don't have a girl, yeah?"
Suddenly it felt very warm, an anxious sort of heat that rose up to my cheeks and sank through my chest.
He didn't wait for me to answer. "I think I always kinda knew. Like, I didn't want to presume, or anything, but I always thought you might be..." he cocked his head and looked at me. "...Gay."
"I'm sorry--"
"No no, it's fine. I mean it's not like I disliked you for it. I had my suspicions since we were freshmen, and I still hung out with you."
Two thirds of my bagel remained, but I was too busy listening and processing to eat.
Gray's ear drooped, and he donned an apologetic frown. "Was it shitty for me to just sleep with you all those nights and ignore the possibility that you might have liked me?"
My next breath came out heavy and unstable. "Of course not. I didn't tell anyone because I didn't want anything to change. Yeah I felt awkward lying there next to you, but I didn't want to compromise the friendship we had, you know?" He nodded subtly. I felt like I was in another dimension, or returned to the past. I hadn't had a real confidant for the past year, and now that I had Gray again, everything came out true, and clear. It was so liberating. "But I guess all that sorta went out the window at the end."
Gray contorted his lips into the facial equivalent of a shrug.
"Why'd you kiss back?"
"I don't know." He leaned back a bit a sighed. "I don't know. I was distraught over the whole thing for a long time after that, wondering if I really did like guys and shit, but honestly? I think I was just in a bad spot." He chuckled. "I know that sounds like a copout, but really, I think I was just overwhelmed with everything. Leaving, and leaving you." He took a another drink while thinking. "Maybe subconsciously I just wanted to show you how important you were to me."
I put an elbow up on the table and put my cheek in my paw. With my head cocked, I looked at him with somber eyes. "How come you didn't call?"
Gray shook his head and dropped his eyes to the tray before him. "I don't know."
"You didn't even really say goodbye either."
He pulled his eyes up to meet mine, and found them pink. I sniffed as he grabbed my paw and pulled it to the table. He stroked the back of it with his thumb. "I hated myself for weeks. I still hate myself a little for it." He paused, trying to come up with the right thing to say. "I'm sorry, Mike. I don't really have an answer for you. I was just really upset with myself, for not keeping you in the know, and for the kiss."
I chuckled. 'The kiss.' "You sound like a fuckin' sap."
He smirked and pulled his paw away from mine, using it instead to playfully shove me. "Sorry for feelin' bad."
We never really fully resolved everything, but that's how we work. People in general I mean. People aren't particularly efficient, especially when emotions are involved.
Fascinated by how I had come out of my shell, Gray had inquired about my sex life. I was timid at first, but after minutes of prodding, I ripped all the filters off. He was a bit taken back, but was more than happy to use all my stories as fodder for terrible jokes.
We talked, about school, and what we wanted to do after school, and people and movies and music and the world, and before we knew it it was midnight. I felt like we hadn't talked about anything substantial--I can't even recall half the topics we hit--but it was amazing. I felt so _natural_when I was around him. The feelings he elicited from me made me conclude that although I might have had a "crush" on him a year ago, I really was just confused. I was a shy little gay kid, and the only friend I ever really had was Gray. I had fantasies in my head, full of sickeningly romantic drama, but in all actuality my brain just couldn't comprehend the purely platonic nature of our bond. I didn't want him to be my lover. I just wanted him to be my best friend.
When I pulled up to his hotel, Gray motioned for me to keep going.
"What?"
"Go around the back." I was too busy trying to decipher my surroundings in the dark to ask what the fuck he was talking about. I drove past the lobby and saw to left that there was an access road sorta thing, for trucks to drop off cargo. Food and stuff like that. I parked next to a trailer. When I turned the engine off I heard a faint zip. I turned and made eye contact with Gray. His left arm was on the little armrest between us, and his right paw was pulling his twitching cock up from beneath his underwear. I stared at it for a moment.
He pouted. "Pretty please?"
I smirked at his childish plea and took his warmth into my paw. It was pretty substantial, but I couldn't get a good look at it in the darkness. I circled a thumb around his head.
Gray let out a sigh of pleasure. "It's been a couple months, Mike."
I sighed hyperbolically. "I dunno..."
He bit his lip and looked at me, with pleading eyes and drooping ears "C'mon Mike..."
I squeezed his cock, drawing out a groan. He opened his eyes and looked at me as I leaned in. We kissed gently, mimicking the graceful motions I was making with my fingers. I made a clumsy push forwards, but found that he was already pulling back. I opened my eyes, confused. Gray stared back at me, offering only an apologetic smirk.
"There's better places to kiss."
I rolled my eyes and bent down, pushing my nose to the base of his shaft. I drank in all I could with one deep breath. Fuck. Gray pulled his legs up and rotated ninety degrees, spreading his legs to give me more freedom. I pulled away when he turned. I pushed his legs back together and held his sneaker-clad footpaws to my chest. When I started loosening the laces Gray adopted a questioning look.
"What are you doing?" "I don't want you scuffing anything up." I threw a shoe down to the area in front of his seat. "Or getting dirt anywhere." Once both shoes were discarded I pulled his footpaws apart, and stared at the one in my left paw. It was sheathed in a black crew cut sock. He wore a striped gray sock on the other footpaw--he mismatched his socks on purpose. I pushed my thumb into the ball of his pad and brought it to my face. I swiped my thumb away and replaced it with my muzzle, planting my nose and taking in the heady and slightly musky odor.
Gray raised an eyebrow. "Okay."
I gave his socked footpaw a kiss and pushed it to the side. I smirked at him before assuming my previous position. Better places to kiss. I planted my nose under his cock this time, letting my tongue hang out against his balls. I dragged up, slowly, ending at his tip and suckling it.
"Fuck..." Gray carefully placed a paw on my head, fingering the short and soft fur around my ears.
Up close I could fully appreciate his size. He wasn't a monster, but he was more than a mouthful. I sank halfway down, and pushed my tongue up into the underside of the thickest part of his cock. I pulled up almost all the way, leaving only half of his tip within my lips. I kept up this routine for a while, before starting to sink deeper. As the dives became deeper, I took more time upon the retreat. I could believe that Gray was on a dry streak. By the three minute mark his breaths were labored, and the words he muttered came out wavering. I knew he wouldn't last incredibly long, so I took my time.
After I sank all the way down for the first time, I pulled down and back, looking up for eye contact as I slid away from his cock. His eyes were closed though, muzzle agape in ecstasy. I took his cock in my paw this time, stroking it with minimal pressure as I brought my muzzle to his balls. I lapped at the furred orbs, carefully suckling on one of them. My paw stopped stroking, and remained stationary as I pushed my thumb up into his tip gradually allowing myself to push harder. Honestly, it probably hurt a little bit, but by that point I had started licking the base of Gray's cock at the same time, and he must have been wrought with stimulation, too overwhelmed with pleasure to focus on any one part of it.
"Fuck, dude." He grabbed the left side of my head with his paw and pushed the other side of my face into his thigh. He looked down at me, panting with eyes half-lidded, and after a brief respite pulled me back to his cock. This time I let him dictate terms; both his paws were on my head. He pulled me down sloppily, but I aided him, using his shaky grasp as guidance. I bobbed along his length, with his weakening fingers holding onto my skull for some semblance of control.
Within the next two minutes he had regained some strength, pulling me hard down into his cock. He even started thrusting his hips up into me. "I'm really close." He pulled his shirt up and held it in his teeth, expecting me to pull up. I held on though, having developed an appetite for his pre cum. He leaned his head back and moaned. The first shot fired while his cock was at its deepest, and it startling me so much that I pulled up too quickly and his cock popped out of my mouth. I stroked his slick cock and coaxed the rest of his seed forward, the following volleys painting my muzzle. By the time he was done cum was dripping onto his stomach from my face, and the dregs of his orgasm were drooling out of his cock.
"Good call with the shirt."
He offered an affirmatory grunt through his clenched teeth. I sat up and reached into the storage compartment under the radio. That's where I kept all the extra napkins from fast food runs. "Here." I handed him a couple. As he mopped up the spatters on his abs, I took it upon myself to wrap a napkin around his still hard cock and pull it up, hard and slow, fully cognizant of its sensitivity. He exhaled sharply, and I giggled as he glared at me. He cleaned up as much as he could and finally dropped his shirt.
He exhaled again, forcefully. "Wow."
I arched my back in a stretch and let out a satisfied sigh. "Guess I'm not that bad. You're lucky I didn't have a stopwatch running."
He groaned and shoved me back into my seat before turning forward to fish for his shoes. "It's not really fair, considering you sucked off half the school while I was gone."
I smiled and used another napkin to wipe some cum from my cheek.
He looked at a shoe and then back at me. "You're not a typical fox, Mike." He focused his attention back to his laces before letting his footpaws drop to the floor. He turned to face me. "Thanks, Mike, for everything, I mean. Talking to me, and even agreeing to meet up in the first place. You didn't owe me anything."
"Get over yourself Gray." "No really, I'm not fuckin' around." "You sure you're not fuckin' around."
"Poor choice of words. Whatever. I meant it though."
I turned my head along the headrest and smiled at him. We didn't need words to resolve everything. "See you around, Gray."
He replied with a cute little involuntary smirk and pulled me into a hug. He patted my back and held my muzzle in the fluff of his neck. Never before had I been enveloped in such an encompassing solace.
He waved wordlessly upon his exit, but as I turned the keys and the lights came back to life, I saw him gesticulating from in front of my car. He put his fist to his cheek, with his thumb pointing out at his ear, and his pinky pointing at his mouth.