Friday Night
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"This is too hard..." Trystan grumbled, doodling on the side of his paper.
"I've tried explaining it every way I can..." Jason mumbled, closing his textbook and tossing it aside. "Let's just... play a game or something... do something fun instead..."
Trystan nodded and stood up, stretching with a yawn. "What do you want to do?"
"Anything but biology..." Jason got up and left Trystan's room, tail hanging lazily over the black denim jeans.
Trystan sighed as he watched him. Jason was a God of a wolf. He was about six foot tall, really thin and lithe, but strong. His fur was a natural white. His eyes were purple, which he always said were natural but Trystan knew they were contacts. His headfur was to his shoulders and was currently black. He was easily one of the most popular furs at their school.
Trystan wasn't so bad off himself. Though it was as if he was a complete opposite of Jason. A fox and whole foot shorter than Jason, thin and lithe, but weak. His fur was completely black and his eyes were a goldish orange.
"Wait!" Trystan chased after the wolf, finding him in the kitchen, looking through the fridge. "Are you hungry?"
Jason stood back up with a bottle of water in his paw and smiled. "No, not really..." He took a drink and sighed contently. "Well what do you want to do?"
"Well..." Trystan thanked God for his black fur; it kept his blushing from being noticable. "Today's Friday... do you want to spend the night here? We could stay up all night playing games or something..."
Jason nodded and rubbed his neck. "Alright, well... what'd you have in mind? First off, when do your parents get home?"
"They said around nine, so we have a few hours..." Trystan replied, rubbing his forearms as he leaned against the wall.
"Let's throw on some music, turn it up as loud as we can and play something like... do you still have "Call of the Wild"?"
"Yeah, it's around here somewhere." Trystan flicked on the living room light and opened up their entertainment center. He removed the system and grabbed the game. "Found it!" He called out.
"Okay, so what do you want to listen to then?" Jason pulled his CD case out of his backpack and turned on the stereo.
"Uh... what do you have?" Trystan turned on the game and tossed the controls on the couch.
"Bite to Kill, MAR 13, Zero Perception, Slave... hell... anything..." Jason laughed, flipping through the pages of countless CDs.
"Toss something in; it doesn't matter to me..." Trystan turned off the lights and flopped down on the couch, setting up the game.
Jason put in a CD and the next hour was nothing but loud music and a TV screen.
When they were finished Jason stretched out and yawned. "Okay... so now what do we do?"
"We could play Scrabble..." Trystan teased, nodding towards the shelves on the wall.
Jason paused, contemplating the idea. "Alright, but... let's make it more interesting than just 'Scrabble'." He grinned evilly and grabbed the box from the shelf.
Trystan was sure that he was blushing a great deal now. "How so?"
"Well... I HATE having to wait twenty minutes just for you to spell a fucking word... so... we'll put a time limit on it." He opened the box and tossed the fox a tile rack.
"Okay, that's no problem..." He caught the wooden rack and set it on the table, sitting down and getting comfortable.
"And... if you go over the time limit, you have to remove a piece of clothing." He winked at the nervous looking fox and shook the tiles in the bag.
"W-why?" Trystan stuttered anxiously, rubbing his paws together.
"That way you're motivated to play quickly." Jason reached into the bag and pulled out a tile. "Z. You're going first. Hurry, you have only three minutes." He laughed as the fox quickly started drawing tiles, arranging them on the rack, drawing his own tiles.
"Ha! Chord. 26 points. Your turn." He wrote down his score, drawing tiles. "Hurry!" He said mockingly, you only have three minutes!"
Jason chewed on his finger for a bit. "Coarse. Uh... nine points..." He wrote his own score down and drew more tiles.
Thirty minutes later Jason was wearing only his pants and Trystan was only wearing his boxers, and it was his turn. He was just glad he was winning. "Ah! Hahahaha... here! 'Amebas'! Only ten points, but at least you can't hit that triple word score." He wrote down his score cheerfully and smiled.
Jason smirked. "It's spelled 'amoeba' that's not a word..."
Trystan grinned and shook his head. "The foot note in the book said it could be spelled either way, it counts."
Jason grumbled and rearranged his tiles. After a few minutes he sighed happily. "I hate to do this to you..."
Trystan tilted his head slightly. "What..."
"'Xylem'. And I also get 'ax', 'by', 'el', 'me', and 'ma'. The 'x' is on a double letter, and it hits the triple word score. So that's...." He counted it all up, unable to keep from grinning. "108 points..."
Trystan stared at the board in shock, mouth open a little. "Well..." He sighed and grumbled. "That was more than three minutes..."
Jason shrugged and stood up. "Fine, but I'm not wearing anything else..." He slipped his jeans off, revealing his sheath and hanging sac.
Trystan felt his breath catch in his throat, his boxers tenting up between his legs. He couldn't help but stare. "Uh... oh... uh..."
Jason raised an eyebrow and put his paws on his hips. "What is it fox... you keep staring at my sheath..."
Trystan was now blushing hard enough that it made his black fur appear a dark deep red colour. "I... I'm just... shocked... that's all..."
"Why? Because it's bigger than yours?" He jested, rubbing his sheath playfully.
"No, I mean... I... you just... no nothing... let's just play..." he quickly began rearranging his tiles, though Jason sat on the couch across from him, his sheath in view. Trystan couldn't focus now and he just threw some tiles on the board. "There... your turn..."
"More than three minutes..." Jason smirked, grinning deviously at the fox. "Off with your boxers now..."
Trystan shook his head. "No, I'm okay..."
Jason laughed and absent-mindedly rubbed his sac. "What, are you ashamed of it or something?" He stood up and stretched.
Trystan rubbed the back of his neck. "I just don't want to take them off..."
Jason pointed at him and growled playfully. "I'll remove them myself if I have to!"
Trystan scoffed and crossed his arms. "Whatever..."
Jason flashed a quick grin and then lunged at the fox, pinning him to the floor. "Oh yeah?!"
Trystan squeaked cutely and tried to fight off the wolf. "No! Stop!"
Trystan was much weaker than the wolf and his boxers were stripped off him quickly. "Whoa..." Jason said softly, looking down at the fox's cock, which was completely out of his sheath now.
Trystan couldn't see past the wolf on his chest, but he knew what he was looking at. He covered his face with his paws, wishing he were anywhere but here. "Get off me..." He whispered quietly.
"It's huge!" Jason exclaimed, wrapping a paw around it, though it barely could close.
Trystan gasped loudly, and his eyes snapped open. "Wha-what are you doing?!"
"I'm just looking..." Jason snickered, moving the large fox cock around in both paws. "Holy shit... I've never seen anything this big..." He muttered.
Trystan struggled a little as the wolf's paws teased his shaft. "I know... I'm a freak... just... get off..."
"I'd love to with you." Jason smirked, looking over at his shoulder at the fox, giving the large shaft a squeeze. "Come on!"
Trystan squirmed and tried to push the wolf off his chest, completely missing the joke. "What do you want?" He whined, trying to get away.
Jason giggled and slid off the fox, laying next to him and licking his muzzle. "Come on... you've been staring at me for the last year..."
Trystan felt his breath catch in his throat and he stared at the wolf. "You? But... why would... I mean... you... why... uh... why... are you...?" Trystan stammered uncontrollably, not trying to get away anymore.
Jason giggled and pressed his muzzle to the fox's, silencing him. He held the fox there, deepening the kiss as his paws roamed the fox's body. He broke the kiss and murred loudly, rubbing Trystan's chest. "Come on..."
"Why... why have you never said anything...?" Trystan asked, blushing deeply under the black fur. His paws were hesitantly rubbing the wolf's sides.
"Because... I never really... well... thought... of doing anything... I never messed around with anyone until like... a month ago..." He smiled and gently kissed the fox's muzzle.
"And... you... want to mess around with me?" The fox asked softly, a glint of hope in his eyes.
Jason laughed and squeezed the base of Trystan's cock with a paw, making him gasp and moan. "Have you seen this? Who wouldn't want to?" He grinned and pressed his nose to the fox's.
Trystan's ears drooped and he nodded. "Oh..." He looked away from Jason, sighing inwardly.
Jason's ears drooped also. "Oh... no... I didn't mean it like that..." He gently raised a paw to Trystan's chin, turning his muzzle to his own. "I do care about you a lot... I've... I've liked you for quite some time..." He kissed Trystan gently, rubbing the fox's paw in his own. "But..." He continued when the kiss broke. "I want to have some fun too..." The wolf grinned deviously at the fox.
Trystan was smiling happily and he nodded. "Okay..." He whispered softly, tail wagging gently beneath him.
Jason beamed and rolled a top the fox, sitting on his thighs as he took hold of Trystan's massive fox hood. "Seriously Hun... I've never seen anything as big as this..." He murmured, holding the cock against his chest, pre getting in his fur. "How big is it?"
Trystan murred loudly as he lay there. His eyes caught sight of Jason's own cock, his wolfhood standing out from his sheath, pre dripping down his shaft. "Uh... about... eight... eighteen inches..." He said shyly, pre dripping down his own cock as he lay there.
Jason murred loudly and started stroking the length of the fox cock, spreading the clear pre across the tip. "It's amazing..." He leaned down and dragged his tongue across the head of Trystan's cock, making him moan and shiver. "Did you like that?"
Trystan nodded shyly. "Yeah..." He gently reached out with a paw, taking a hold of Jason's wolfhood with a soft smile.
Jason murred loudly and closed his eyes, pre running down the fox's paw. He returned the action by giving the base of the fox cock a firm squeeze, his other paw starting to stroke up and down the length. "Erf... I could fuck you so hard right now..." The wolf muttered, licking his lips.
Blushing, Trystan looked up into Jason's eyes. "Would... would you?" His paw slowly stroked up and down on the hard wolfcock. His own shaft was pulsing in Jason's paw, pre running down the underside.
The wolf's cock throbbed in Trystan's paw and Jason growled playfully. "I want to so bad... if you want to... I'd really love to..." He leaned down and licked slowly across Trystan's lips, who could only nod in response. Jason moved back so that he was between Trystan's legs. Wrapping them around his waist he positioned his dripping cock at Trystan's virgin tailhole. "Relax okay?"
"Okay..." The fox muttered quietly, trying his best to calm himself down. He closed his eyes and kept his legs parted.
Jason took a deep breath and started pushing forward. Trystan's tailhole resisted a little before giving way, making the fox inhale sharply. "Oh... oh are you okay?"
Trystan nodded and lay there. "It just... hurt a little..."
"Paw yourself off..." Jason said softly, keeping perfectly still. He wanted to thrust all the way in; the warmth around the tip of his cock was driving him insane.
The fox wrapped his paw around the base of his shaft, starting to stroke slowly up and down the base of his shaft. He slowly moved his other paw up and wrapped it around the tip of his dripping cock. "Ohhh......"
Taking this as a good sign Jason pushed forward more, his cock sinking a few more inches into the quivering fox. "Holy shit... you're... you're so tight..."
Trystan lay his head to the side, panting a little, his eyes clenched in slight pain. "It... it hurts a little..."
"It will... just relax... and focus... on pawing..." Jason slowly thrust all the way in to the hilt, gasping out with Trystan. "I can't believe I'm doing this..."
Trystan panted. His paws worked up and down the length of his cock quicker, pre running down all sides of his shaft in copious amounts. His knot was starting to grow in his paw, already the size of a nectarine.
Jason paused for a few moments, allowing the fox to adjust. He then pulled back and thrust back in hard, moaning out in pleasure. Trystan yipped, his cock shooting out a stream of pre onto his chest fur, clearly visible against the black fur. Jason murred deeply and started thrusting in and out of the fox's tight passage. His own knot was forming quickly and was popping in and out of Trystan with little resistance.
Trystan just moaned beneath the wolf, using his paws to now hold himself in place. His cock rubbed through his chest fur, pre running through his fur and off his sides. He opened his eyes for a moment to see the bigger wolf thrusting into him, his face a twisted mask of rapturous ecstasy.
Jason started thrusted faster, becoming erratic and uneven. His knot was almost fully grown and was pressing insistently against Trystan's tailhole. The wolf's breath caught in his throat as he bucked faster and faster. Trystan's head swam as he lay there. A few hours ago he was a virgin in all aspects, now he lay on his back with his best friend thrusting into his tail as if his life depended on it. He lay there quivering and moaning as his body rocked back and forth on the ground.
The wolf gave a sharp gasp and thrust forward one last time, his knot stretching Trystan's tailhole to the max, before popping in. The fox gave a yelp of pain and the wolf held himself deep inside. His whole cock throbbed heavily, cum pouring out into his lover's tailhole, the sheer amount of it causing it to pour back out over his sac. His paws reached down and squeezed Trystan's grown fox cock, one paw tightly beneath the knot, the other on his cock tip.
Trystan groaned in pleasure when he felt the wolf cum deep inside his tailhole. His cock had been leaking pre over his chest the whole time and when those paws squeezed down on his cock he could have died from pleasure. His entire shaft flexed so hard that Jason couldn't keep it still. The first burst of cum hit the wolf's paw with such force that it splattered out in every direction, getting them sprayed with small globs of cum. As Jason removed his paw, a second shot of cum burst forth, jetting across his face and chest.
Jason moaned as the fox climaxed, his cock being squeezed and massaged, and the shot to the face only made his murr. He used both paws to quickly pin the fox's cock against his chest where the third shot sprayed all over the kit's face, soaking him. The rest that followed were over kill it seemed, so much cum that his black fur looked as white as Jason's. The carpet beneath them got a good dose of it as well as it ran off his sides.
When the two were spent and panting hard, Jason leaned over the 'small' fox and began licking the cum from around his eyes, trying hard not to laugh. "That was... soooo fucking... hot... just... amazing..."
Trystan opened his eyes, looking up into the faux purple eyes. "I... I've never... cum that... that hard..." He said softly, cum running into his muzzle when it opened. He licked his lips several times before it made a difference.
"That was amazing..." The wolf replied, his cock slipping free of its own accord. "Let's go shower before your parents get home." He scooped the fox up in his arms and carried him upstairs.
Trystan held on tight and smiled as they walked up the stairs. "Will you... go out with me?"
Jason laughed playfully. "Of course my fox... of course..."
The two canines sat there on the couch playing a game, fully clothed by now. The front door opened and two foxes entered. "Hey sweetie, hi Jason." Trystan's mother said sweetly.
"Hey mom, hey dad..." He replied absent-mindedly. The two were two focused on the game.
Trystan's dad waved and made his way upstairs, his mom darted in front to get to the kitchen. "Uh... Trystan? What's this?" She was pointing down at the floor.
Trystan paused the game and looked to where she was pointing. Despite their cleaning efforts, a small white/clear stain remained on the carpet. "Oh, uh... we had some piña colada mix and a spilled a bunch on the floor... I'll try to get the rest out tomorrow." Jason was trying hard not to laugh, he just nodded.
The female fox sighed and shook her head as she disappeared into the kitchen, calling out to them. "When boys play together they always seem to make a mess..."