Names
~Names~
By Drayne_the_Wolf
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"What should we name him?"
Her voice was smoother and sweeter than fresh honey. I stared at my beautiful wife's stomach as she sat in the large black armchair in our living room and I kneeled before her, her paws roaming idly through her short fur. I reached forward and placed a paw on her bulging belly, gently stroking it with her below her raised shirt and thinking deeply about the fetus it contained. This was, to put it generally, a work of art. Lila and I, we made this. This tiny pup inside my gorgeous wife was our creation, our offspring. I couldn't have been more proud.
My wife was due to give birth in less than two months, meaning the whole "name" thing was something we had to stop procrastinating on. The doctor told us that our baby would be a boy. I was so excited; I had always hoped for a son.
But now we could no longer shrug off the looming task as we have been for the past several months. Our child needed a name. I thought about it deeply, my mind traversing through its own past to search for viable candidates; only one name would come to mind. I shrugged it off; I didn't want our son to be a token of the past, a reminder to a long-ago time that was no more and could never be again. But thinking in silence for nearly two minutes, it was the only name I could come up with. I regretted it, although I didn't show it on my face or voice, and said, "How about Dean?"
My mind snapped me back to my teenage years. Exactly one decade ago, to be specific. I was nineteen. My golden year. My coat was soft and shiny and my eyes were always kept clean and shone with a youthful fire that suggested I could conquer the world. I was bright. I was handsome. I was athletic. I was well-liked. I was toned. I was attractive. I was a fool.
Few had witnessed a Rottweiler so well developed. My muscles bulged gently through my fur, enough to look large and powerful without looking grotesque. I always walked around my college campus shirtless whenever I could. I would get my cardio exercise in the mornings by running around campus wearing only sneakers and athletic shorts, stopping to pretend to look exhausted so I could gently rub my toned abdominals, the fur of which would shine and stick together with sweat, every time an attractive girl or group of them walked by. I would smile at them and watch them swoon. Most would try and pretend to not notice, although many would shrink up and smile or wave or giggle at me. I was such a tease.
I was definitely a ladies-man, and quite the horn-dog at that; I must have made out with at least half the females on campus by the time my freshman year was over, and yiffed a third of those who I made out with. I never had a girlfriend though. Always had commitment issues until I was twenty-three; it bothered me to stay still for so long. I could only keep to one person for a few days maximum before I got tired and let my eager cock lead me to someone else. I say again, I was a fool. It's amazing that I didn't end up with an STD.
At six-foot-five and 220 pounds, I was an easy guy to spot. I would work out for two-and-a-half hours a day; hour of cardio in the morning and an hour and a half of weights in the evening, in addition to my five classes, parties, studying, relaxing, and sex. I took twenty-minute showers to ensure my coat was in peak condition while everyone else was in and out in five. I was incredibly well groomed, a fact that I was overly proud of and that girls absolutely swooned over.
But by far the thing that my ego was highest about was my package. I've had more than one female jump back as soon as my sheath and balls came out. Every time it happened a huge grin would spread across my face like it was the first time it was happening, and it must have happened at least fifty by the end of college. Yeah, I was foolish alright, and damn proud.
But there was one event freshman year that I will never forget as long as I live. It didn't change my life, per se; in fact, it didn't really faze me at all. But it was new, and it was special, and it will probably never happen again. It was a Sunday. I was waking up in a dorm that was not my own, as I did almost one out of every three days of the year. The girl was passed out like a rock, head slumped to the side and muzzle hanging open. She was a fox, with long dark hair that had purple tips and splayed out in all different directions. I looked down at her lithe form, past her plump breasts down to her stomach where I could see the faint bulge of my canine penis inside of her. I was amazed that she had managed to take me, knot and all; most people couldn't.
I managed to pull my morning wood out of her without waking her up, a feat that was rarely accomplished; she was obviously hung over. I sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the posters around her fuchsia-colored walls. Wolves, tigers, Dobermans, foxes, and even a Rottweiler that looked a lot like me stared down from the posters, all of them obviously naked but only two were explicit; the Rottweiler and a wolf. I smirked at the poster of the Rottweiler, his large paw on his sheath; there he was, a cover boy, pinned up on this girl's wall holding himself like his dick was some sort of weapon, and my sheath was at least twice the size of his. I found it amusing.
Being straight, my morning wood quickly died from these posters, and I stood from the bed and dressed as soon as it died down. I stepped out of her room quickly so as to not wake anyone up and ended up walking straight into yet another fox. The short vulpine yelped as I walked into him and spilled his books onto the floor. He promptly bent down to pick them up.
"Oh shit," I exclaimed, bending over to help him. "I'm sorry dude, are you okay?" I stood up straight and handed him his stuff once he stood as well.
"Yeah," he said as he took his books from me. "Yeah, I'm fine." Boy, he was short. Probably no higher than five-foot-four. He was real scrawny, as could be seen by the looseness of his shirt against his body. His fur was a bright orange, with black socks and ear tips and a white belly like most foxes are. Overall, there was nothing special about him.
Except that smile. Something had me about the way he was smiling at me. It was soft, expressive, really boyish with a hint of feminism to it. He was probably gay, which I had no problem with, but always felt a little weird when I thought about being checked out by other guys. This guy was... different. I felt like he could stare at me all day and I wouldn't give a damn. I was about to say that I had to go, as it was probably a good idea to get away from the situation. That's when he said, "So what's your name?"
On second thought, what's the rush? I had never experienced any feeling like this and it might be interesting to pursue. I told him my name and he said, "Oh, yeah, I've heard of you. Word on the street is you like to sleep around," he said with that same boyish smile. What was I supposed to do with that? Confirm it? Then I'd look like a whore. Deny it? Then I'd look like a pussy. I was in mid-debate when he said, "Sorry, that probably wasn't the best thing to say." I was relieved at the opportunity to not have to respond. "Anyway, you probably have somewhere to be," he said.
"No..." was all I could muster up.
"No?" he cocked his head to the side, looking at me with slight confusion.
"I've got nowhere to be," I affirmed, not really knowing how else to react. I wanted to get away, but I wanted to know what was going on with this fox. I wanted to know how he was getting inside my head like he was now.
"Oh. Well, you certainly seemed to be leaving there in a hurry," he said, that smile returning to his face.
I fought hard against the blush that was creeping to my cheeks. "I... I was just..."
"Getting a good lay?" he finished for me. I felt like those weren't the words I was looking for, but they were accurate enough. "Or are you Jenny's boyfriend?"
"No, just..." What was going on? Why was I so caught up right now? "...the first thing."
The fox nodded and seemed to look off into the distance. "Well," he said, looking back up to me, "if you've got nowhere to be, would you like to come back to my room for some breakfast? My roommate is out of town for the weekend so we'd have a chance to talk a little bit. You seem like a cool guy and I'd like to get to know more about you."
"S-sure," I said. Thinking back on it, it must have been so awkward for that fox. I was using such short answers, was acting so tight, I must have seemed like I had the biggest secret to hide. Nevertheless I followed him to his room. This was a co-ed dorm and his room was just down the hall. He unlocked the dark-green door and we entered. The room was warm, as none of the dorm rooms had air conditioning. He flicked on the lights and set his books onto his desk, kicking his shoes away. "So why are you just getting back to your dorm now?" I asked. "Having a bit of fun yourself at someone else's room?"
He chuckled and replied, "Hardly. I pulled an all-nighter last night working on my final paper. Fortunately I got it all done so I don't have to do anything today."
"Why not just do it today?" I asked as I eye-balled his room. It was moderately plain-the occasional poster for a band here and a videogame there were the only things that lined the tan walls. No rugs, no television. Only a few counters and cupboards, a small fridge, two desks each with laptops and two beds decorated the space, making it feel open.
"I'm the kind of guy who likes to do absolutely nothing at all on Sundays," he said as he fixed his bed up a bit. He obviously cared about the appearance of his space.
"Well for a person who hasn't had any sleep in twenty-four hours, it was generous of you to let me come here."
"I always love meeting new people, whatever the circumstances," he said as he turned around and sat on the bed. He had his paws crossed behind his back and his legs crossed at the ankles. "So," he said. "Are you excited to be going home for summer?"
"Definitely," I replied, leaning against the doorframe, trying to be cool. Only one more week of this place until we've got four months of freedom."
"Hallelujah," he said with a slight smile. "Are you hungry? There's cereal in the cupboard and milk in the fridge, if you are."
"I'm actually not all that hungry," I replied, "but if you've got coffee I'd like some of that."
"Hmm, surprising," he stated as he walked over to a coffee maker on one of the counters, drawing two mugs from the cupboard and the coffee pot from the machine.
"Surprising?" I replied, my head subconsciously tilting in confusion.
"That you are not hungry. I've heard that sex is very physically exerting," he said, pouring two cups of brew into the mugs.
"You keep talking like you've never had sex," I replied to him, taking a mug as he offered it to me.
"You are very perceptive," he answered, taking a sip from his mug. I couldn't tell if it was sarcasm or not.
"You're a virgin? Now that," I said with a cocky grin, "is surprising."
"Really?" he said back, setting his mug down on the counter. "And why does that surprise you?"
"Because," I said after swallowing some coffee, "you just... seem like the type of person who would get laid real easily."
"And why would you say that?" he said, obviously becoming curious.
"Well," I thought, tilting my head back before looking back to him and stating, "you've got a clean coat of fur, that says something. You're obviously well organized; you have your priorities straight since you've been working on that paper all night." He smiled and sipped his coffee as he listened to me. "You've got a nice build, a confident step, and you're really charismatic so you could meet people real easily. You seem really friendly, and you have a nice smile."
"A nice smile?" he said, a warm look to his face. He was obviously pleased to be hearing me speak. "How so?"
"I don't know, it just..." I struggled to find the right word. "It just seems legit. Like you actually mean it and you're not just giving me bullshit like most people's smiles."
The fox smiled warmly and looked down into his coffee cup. "It's nice to hear you think all those things," he said with a sheepish grin.
This time I couldn't keep my blush from showing; my cheeks glowed like wildfire at the realization that I had just laid out my attraction to the fox in one swift statement. "I-I..." I stammered, trying to correct myself, "I was just sp-speaking from the standpoint of most females, based on gathered experience..."
"So technical," he said with that same smile into his cup. He then set the porcelain mug down on the counter and slowly approached me. I felt uncomfortable. I wanted to run but didn't. I was visibly tense, and he could see it. "Don't be so concerned," he said. His voice was soothing yet didn't help much. I didn't move as he placed his paws on my arms. He gently squeezed into my firm biceps, kneading the muscles with his obviously skilled fingers. Slowly my arms relaxed and slumped, and the rest of me eased up a bit. "Tell me," he said, "are you in any way a homophobe?"
I didn't know what to do other than answer. "W-Where a guy wants to put his dick is none of my business..." Boy, that must have sounded cold. But it was true nonetheless.
"I see," he replied. He moved his hands up my arms and worked my shoulders, then my firm pecs, going through each part of my body, each part succumbing to his heavenly fingers. He moved further down my body, rubbing my firm abdominals through my white shirt, massaging each one individually with both paws. The treatment felt amazing and I couldn't help but moan softly as I finally started to relax my entire body. I barely registered his fingers wrapping around the bottom of my loose shirt and lifting it up, running his paws slowly though my smooth stomach and chest fur as he took off my shirt.
It hardly occurred to me that I was currently shirtless, standing in the dorm of a male I have never met before as he practically feels up my entire body. And that I was straight. I was straight! And this was legitimately happening!
"And has anyone ever done something crazy to you?" he asked as his fingers worked the garment away.
I thought it was an odd question to ask, but this was an odd scenario, so I went along with it. "I guess... not... no one has ever done anything too particularly nuts to me that I can remember." I was practically melting in this fox's paws, my body bending to the whims of another male. I twitched and groaned in this small fox's grasp, leaning to and fro as he directed me with his fingers. It was heavenly.
"Hmm," he said as he worked his hands to my sides, rubbing up and down before settling on my waist. "Well, there's a first time for everything." That's when he did it. Thinking back on it, anyone watching or listening to this scene would have seen it coming. I was just so caught up in what was going on that I could only think about what was happening right in the moment rather than what was soon to come.
His lips were soft as he pressed them to mine. It was awkward, and unusual, but not bad, per se. It felt like any other female I had ever kissed, but more passionate. Like this fox actually cared about me, about what he had to offer me, rather than what I had to offer him. It was warm and comforting, but strange nonetheless. I was definitely straight. This one fox was just... an anomaly. A ripple in the stagnant water. A blip on an otherwise clear radar. I was defenseless, his hands were so soothing. I had never felt this from a woman, maybe I never would.
The kitsune pressed his mouth against mine, opening it slightly and cocking his head to the side. I reacted as if it was a normal kiss, my body on autopilot, knowing how to proceed due to so many previous kisses, I opened my mouth and angled my head in the opposite way, our mouths fitting together perfectly. We hung there a moment, his arms around me, mine by my sides, keeping our tongues to ourselves. After a moment he pulled away from me. I kept still, though I closed my mouth, not knowing all that well how to proceed. He just smiled at me, still that same smile, as if nothing had happened, and asked, "Well, did you enjoy that?"
I thought about it. It didn't seem as awkward as you may have thought. My mind was racing, yet at a standstill. A man trying to vainly escape from quicksand. A wild animal caught in a trap. I thought about his question. Did I enjoy what just happened to me? Yes, I believe I did. No, I believe I did not. Which one was it? I didn't know what to say, but I didn't want to offend him. "Yes..." I uttered.
"That's good," he replied, and leaned in to kiss me again. This time he held me tighter, his fingers digging a bit into my fur, making me moan softly into his mouth. To my own surprise, I found myself push slightly against him. I went stiff, however, as I felt his tongue enter my mouth and graze across my front teeth. I held my arms a bit out to my sides, tense, ready for a reaction. I eventually felt my arms relax and raise a bit, going around his shoulders to gently clutch at the back of his head. My thumbs rubbed slowly up and down the spot just below the ears. It was just like kissing a female, only no breasts were pressing against my chest.
He moaned softly into my mouth. It was loud and sensual. My instincts took over and I pushed my own tongue into his mouth. It felt minty and clean. I slowly explored this small male's body with my paws and tongue. He was so slight, so frail. I could snap him with my arms, if I wanted to. I felt like I was encompassing him with my size. His neck was barely bigger than my wrist, for god sake! I held him tight like I needed to protect him.
I slowly found myself bringing my paws to his lower back, just above his tail. I slowly pulled the back of his shirt up, my claws running across his spine, making him shiver against my body. For a split second I felt in control again. Then he raised his arms and let me take his shirt off. I looked down at his body. He was not as slight as I thought, as was apparent by his four-pack abs and slightly bulging pectorals. Still, he was small. He looked like he stayed fit by simply running from class to class and eating healthy. It wasn't a bad look at all. I oddly felt myself incredibly flushed looking over his shirtless body. I had never felt so attracted to the male chest before in my life, not even towards my own.
I ran my paws over his body. One of my palms could almost encompass one of his pectorals, he was so small. I grazed my thumbs over his nipples, squeezing his chest gently with my paws. It was a good feeling. Then the control was taken away from me as he went back to my six-pack abs, running his slender fingers between the valleys of muscle. It was incredible. I melted against him again; my will was no match for what he had to offer.
He slowly worked his paws down my chest, stopping a bit to tease at my belly button. I felt myself tense up a bit again when his fingers closed around the button to my jeans. I opened my eyes and looked down at him as my hands snapped around his wrists, holding him still there. He looked back up at me, his eyes large and glinting. "Don't be afraid," he said. His voice was like the softest ambrosia. Like floating on calm waters. I felt myself whisked away by it. My fingers loosened and my arms fell to my sides again, watching with calm eyes as he started to unbutton my pants. They came undone quickly.
I gulped as he started to unzip my pants, my boxers beneath bulging out as the pressure on my canine sheath was released and it began to return to its regular form. The fox hooked his thumbs around my boxer strap, pulling the front down as he opened the front of my pants, keeping both garments on, but letting my package hang out the front. I knew I was large. He knew I was large. With a smile he reached forward. I shuddered as his fingers made contact with my plump sheath.
He started by simply running his claws down the front of it, the tips making my doghood stir inside. I let out a shivering moan, placing my paws on his hips as he felt me up. It wasn't long before my sheath opened, letting the blood-red tip poke out of the end of its brown-furred slit. I gulped again. I had had sex so many times before, but this was different. I almost jumped when he spoke to me; I had almost forgotten that he was there.
"Your sheath is nice," he said plainly. A spontaneous thing to say, I thought. He took his hands away and grasped the edges of my pants, bringing them down to my ankles. I idly kicked them away as he knelt in front of me. He reached forward and grabbed me by the ankles, massaging as he gently ran his paws up my muscled legs. He didn't spend as much time here as he did for my chest, and after a short run through my digitigrade legs he was standing again, looking up to me as his fingers clasped around my sheath. He squeezed the thing with both paws, making me shiver and hold onto the waist of his pants.
He knelt down again. I knew what was going on, although I surprisingly didn't expect it. I should have, but again, I was more focused on the happenings of now rather than later. He started by taking one of my nuts into his mouth. I moaned embarrassingly loudly as he rolled the thing in his maw, running his tongue all over the surface of it. He let it out with a loud plop, and then took the next one into his mouth. I instinctively placed my paws on the top of his head, stroking behind his ears as he pleasured me.
After working my nuts over for a few solid minutes he let go, leaving me groaning for more. He pressed his fangs against the base of my sheath, running the flats of them from the base to the end where they touched my half-hard cock, running up to the tip. It took him a solid fifteen seconds to run the four inches from the base to the tip. Agonizing time. When he reached the tip he took it into his mouth, sucking on it slightly as he continued to play with my balls with his hands. I just sat back and enjoyed the ride.
It wasn't long before my shaft was fully hard, seven long inches of shaft pulsing pre out onto the fox's nose, plus a two-inch-long knot at the end. He spent a decent amount of time just licking at the thing, sucking on the tip of my nine inch dog cock, loving every moment almost as much as I was. With a smirk he stood up and stared me in the eye, pressing his soft, furry chest against my own. My cock left a small stain of pre into his chest fur, a fact which I felt sorry for, since his body was so perfect.
I idly raised my hands, again on autopilot, and began to undo his belt. He smiled that boyish smile of his and leaned back, letting me do what I would. I promptly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, drawing them down over his ass first. Oh, such a firm, soft ass. As I took my time running my paws down those smooth, fuzzy cheeks of his I realized that males and females were not so different. I then withdrew my paws from that solid rear of his, murring unconsciously, and ran my paws to his front. I couldn't believe that I was actually eager to see another man's penis. Yet there I was, wanting nothing more, and I got what I wanted.
My eyes widened when I pulled his pants and underwear down a bit. His sheath puffed out rather... largely... once it was freed. At least, half of it was freed. I couldn't believe it. I had pulled his pants down just enough to let a sheath that was as big as mine free... yet only a part of his was revealed. I slowly continued to drag his pants down until it was entirely loose. It was a solid inch and a half longer than mine, and a good deal thicker. I gawked at this small, thin fox's massive manhood. It was incredible. The kitsune's shaft must have been gigantic!
Now his narcissistic side was starting to show. He smiled at me, rubbing my biceps as I stared at his piece. "You like it?" he asked with a chuckle. "There's more to see." That I had no doubt of. I continued to draw his pants down until his balls were freed. They were larger than mine, quite larger. My entire sac could have fit inside one of his nuts, actually. I reached forward and felt them. I could barely close my hand around the pair, and I had huge hands. I looked up into the fox's eyes and saw them gleaming. He was one seriously hung canine, and he knew it. You could tell by the fire in his eyes.
He slowly wiggled his ass until his pants had fallen away. He kicked them off and into the corner, standing before me stark naked as I was doing to him. He reached forward and idly stroked himself, unable to completely wrap his hand around his sheath. "Well come on," he said with a grin, "this thing isn't going to stroke itself."
I slowly reached forward and closed my hand around the thing. My god, it must have been as big as a soda can, possibly bigger. I couldn't wait to see the behemoth it housed. I stroked him up and down slowly, still marveling at it. He rolled his eyes and looked up at me. "Come on," he said, "surely you can do better than that."
He was right. I got down onto one knee and stroked him faster, my other hand closing around his nuts. God, they were huge. He was so small, but so well endowed. How could such a paradox exist? I felt a burning envy inside of me, one that drove me to pleasure him further, to stroke at him until he was fully hard, and then to tease him until he came as hard as such a phallus could, screaming my name. I couldn't describe the feeling to you now. It was like the only way I could make myself bigger than him was by being in control of his orgasm. I narrowed my eyes as his sheath opened slightly, the tip of his mighty cock poking out into the open air. It was already the size of mine, and not yet fully swollen.
I gulped deeply. I could tell it would be massive. He was blushing heavily as I ran my paw across his member, bringing forth soft, embarrassed moans from him. His canine phallus grew and grew, sliding up through my fingers, separating them as it thickened, wetting them as it drooled pre down its red surface. I couldn't believe what I was witnessing. How could such a work of art exist? It was so hard it felt like it had been chiseled out of marble. My fingers danced across his flesh, thumb rubbing over that massive, bulging urethra that was probably fat enough for my whole finger to fit down, not that I would try.
When it was all said and done his throbbing cock must have been around a foot long. His shaft was as big as my entire cock plus an added three inches of knot at the base. I simply let my hand hover there around the middle of it, my fingers just able to close around the thing, and I say again, I had some pretty large hands. Upon looking into his eyes I could see a feral lust burning behind his cool and collected appearance. He knew he was huge and he loved every minute of it. I could tell he wanted more than anything to lose his virginity and he knew, he KNEW that I would take it from him. As for me, at this point I was still in awe that a cock of such proportions could even exist in nature, much less attached to one of the smallest males I had ever met. I had heard of dicks this size and even larger, but attached to creatures like horses and bulls. Never foxes, for crying out loud!
I was snapped out of my trance when a large drop of pre alighted from his opening onto my nose. Upon looking up past his drooling length I could see that he was becoming impatient. He was good at hiding it. Not good enough. I slowly brought my other paw up to his knot, groping one of the large bulbs. Each one was like an individual golf ball. I did my best to squeeze but his phallus was so incredibly hard that I could barely even push my fingers against it. It was like trying to make an indent in the sidewalk with the palm of your hand.
Meanwhile my other paw slowly worked its way up the massive red length. At the thickest part of his canine shaft my fingers could just barely touch each other. I watched as another strand of precum dripped from his opening, sliding off the end of his cock and onto my hand, connecting his tip to my wrist. My mouth hung agape as this scene unfolded before me. I squeezed his blood-red tip a bit, smearing my fingers with his sticky pre-seed before dropping my paw back to the base to repeat that slow stroking motion. He had so much meat, so much that I felt like my paws were in adequate to service him. I felt like I was truly in the presence of a god.
Down below us several strands of precum connected my cock to the carpet. I was so aroused. In fact, I the most aroused I'd ever been, even more than the first time I saw real breasts with my own two eyes back when I was fourteen. After a few minutes of my slow teasing the fox stepped back and stood over me out of arms reach. His cock looked ridiculous attached to his lithe body, like fixing a howitzer to a golf cart. He looked at me over the tip with that cute smile of his, his shaft opening slightly and letting out another bead of precum which rolled down his shaft towards his base. Then he held his paw out to me, offering to help me stand.
I slowly took his paw and he helped me up. I stumbled a bit and fell against him, leaning on his firm body. Surprisingly he was able to keep me upright with little help from my legs; I must have weighed twice as much as he did. His warm, pulsing rod felt wonderful between my firm abs; the thing reached all the way to my naval. I managed to lean back and take it in my hand again, letting out a soft gasp as yet another drop of pre was released. This boy drooled the stuff like a fountain.
The fox closed his paw around my wrist and gently led me to the bed. He sat down on it and I sat down next to him. He leaned back so he was laying on the bed and I followed. Our legs dangled off the end of the bed as we lay there, his arms crossed behind his head and mine at my sides, both our cocks drooling pre into our fur. I was so hard, it almost hurt. I could feel each throb roll through my shaft, driving me sexually insane, yet I could not touch it. I could not move. It was as if this small fox had total control over me.
He stared into my eyes and I stared into his beautiful ones for untold amounts of time. Then, without moving anything but his jaw and tongue, he asked, "Would you like to feel something amazing?" I remained silent, assuming that he would just do whatever he wanted without waiting for a reply. Once I saw that he would not, I slowly nodded my head. What else was one to say in such a situation?
Slowly he sat himself up. I started to do the same but he stopped me, placing a paw on my chest and telling me to relax. I did the best I could as he crossed one leg over both of mine, sitting down just behind my cock. Slowly he straddled me, his arms holding himself up on my biceps as he rubbed his warm cock against mine. It practically dwarfed mine. Never did I think I would ever feel such envy, yet here I was, feeling more envious than I had ever felt towards anything in my entire past, and of all the things I could be feeling it towards, it was directed at a fox.
"How does that feel?" he asked pointlessly as he thrust his massive shaft against my own.
"Slick..." was my only response. "And warm... don't stop, please." Like I had to tell him. He brought one of his paws away from my bicep, wrapping his slender fingers around our two cocks. He couldn't even fit around half, yet still he stroked them together, his sticking up several inches above mine. His dick slowly drooled pre down onto mine as I did the same to the middle of his. I could feel myself blush as I looked at his huge cock.
"You know," he said after a few minutes of this slow treatment, "there is something that I could show you that is even more incredible than this." How could it get more incredible? My entire cock was twitching from what was going on against its surface. "Have you ever done anal?" he asked me, looking down at our cocks rather than my face.
"I'm l-lucky just to be able to find a girl who wants to f-fuck someone with my size... much less take it up the t-tail hole..." I manage to stammer out.
"I s-suppose that's a no..." he said. He looked so hot straddling me like that. "I've never had sex before, but I've heard that anal is one of the most amazing experiences ever. Would you l-like to try it?"
"I guess," I responded. I closed my eyes and let my head back. "But first, tell me... why haven't you had sex yet? You seem like you'd b-be able to get a girl no problem..."
He smirked and answered, "Because in case you haven't inferred by now, big guy, I'm gay."
Suddenly my eyes opened and I sat up a bit. It just dawned on me what I was doing. I was letting another male be on top of me, my cock in his paw, straddling me! My dick was literally covered with his pre! My eyes went wide and I sat up a bit, grabbing his shoulder to help me up.
The fox stopped his motions and stared me in the eyes as I got my face closer to him. "What's wrong?" he asked. He looked genuinely stumped. I stared into his eyes and could see his perplexing soul beyond. It was beautiful, mysterious, strong, and warm. I could feel it blaze with a passionate, youthful fire. He was excited for this. His heart thumped strongly; I could practically feel his pulse through his shaft. I suddenly remembered what had caught me about him in the beginning. He was different from all the other males. He was somehow different.
"Nothing..." I said blankly. My arms still held the backs of his shoulders as I had placed them there to hoist myself up. I tightened my grip a bit, holding myself close to his soft fur before letting myself slide back into a laying position. "Nothing's wrong," I said, allowing my head to fall to the side and face the wall. "Just... let's get started."
"Right away?" he asked kindly.
"Yeah, right now," I said. "I just... want to feel this." I had wanted to know what it felt like to be inside someone else's ass and now I finally had the opportunity. Keeping my arms at my sides and my head tilted away, I gently closed my eyes and waited for the warm tightness of his tail hole closing around my tip.
My eyes shot open and then violently slammed shut as I felt something entirely different. I clenched my fingers into the sheets and gritted my teeth as a burning pain scorched through me, lighting my nerves on fire. What the fuck was going on?! I slowly gathered the strength to lean up and saw the source of my pain. The entire head of his pre-slick cock had been stuffed into my ass. Slowly he pushed a bit more in, causing my eyes to widen before clamping shut again. I threw my head back and groaned with pain. "Arghh..." I groaned out, "st-stop that, that hurts!" I reached forward and wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, trying to pull that massive thing out of me.
"Shhhhh..." he gently soothed me. He grabbed my wrist with one paw and the middle of my cock with the other, stroking my dick slowly as he spoke to me. "I want to show you one of the most amazing feelings ever but I can't do it without your cooperation," he said to me seriously, staring deep into my eyes. "Please, I'll go slowly. Just... I want you to feel this as much as I want to feel it myself. I want to share this experience with you."
How could one argue? After a moment of panting I nodded and released his cock as he released my wrist, letting me fall back onto the bed. I hugged the pillow as he slowly stroked my nine inches, waiting for me to be ready for him to proceed. I could feel my cock throb in his hand as his own throbbed within me. Only the head was in and already I felt like I was on the verge of being torn in half. I had no idea how I would survive this, but I knew that I would, and that I would enjoy it in the end. With a gulp I closed my eyes, hugged the pillow closer and said, "Alright, put it in... slowly."
On second thought, maybe I wouldn't survive this. I clenched my teeth together hard as I felt a bit more of him slip inside of me, making my ass feel like it was on fire. This was torturous. What was I doing, laying here, letting him do this to me? How could I stand it? I honestly can't recall. I just didn't have the courage to tell him to stop.
I held onto that pillow like I was floating in a sea and it was my lifeline. The fact that his cock was slick with our pre helped a bit but not completely. Pain shot through my body as his enormous dick slid inside me. Every nerve ending in my tail region was telling me that this was a horrible idea but somehow I knew that everything would be alright. I dared not open my eyes or let go of that pillow. I felt like a toddler, cringing from some approaching demon.
Yet sure enough the most amazing thing was happening; pain was slowly ebbing away, transforming itself into a sort of dimly-glowing pleasure. It was like the sunrise, slowly but surely going from total dark to the faintest yet most brilliant of colorful light. The warmth bathed me, making me slowly loosen my grip on the pillow. I think it started when the tip of his warm shaft ran over my prostate, hell if I know. I was too lost in these new feelings to even register what was going on around me. I didn't even feel him stroking my cock, my abs, my chest. All I felt was intense pain with a hint of slowly expanding pleasure.
After a while I even heard myself moan. I was really starting to get into this, groaning as my cock started to drool pre again. What had gotten into me, I couldn't help but wonder. In later years I would smile and say to myself, "The most beautiful male I'd ever encountered got into me, literally." Meanwhile my tailhole felt like it was on fire. Searing, pulsing, burning... yet also warm, illuminating, passionate. I felt sweat drip down the bridge of my muzzle and off of my nose. I reached down and grasped my cock with one hand, shocked somewhere in the back of my mind at how wet with pre it was.
He had taken my left leg around the thigh in his arms now, hugging and kissing it as if it was my own mouth, the rest of my muscled digitigrade leg hanging over his shoulder. He was slowly, yet surely, sliding in and out of me, his baseball of a knot gently kissing my hole each time it made contact. He moaned loudly against my leg and I could tell that, while he was obviously a virgin, he had played this scene out in his mind often and knew exactly what he had done, what he was doing now, what he had to do next. His every movement seemed planned, calculated. Rehearsed. And damn good, too.
He pushed on. I lay still. Obviously he was content with him doing all the work, and so was I. I wanted nothing more than to lie in his embrace, feel his lips against my thigh, his knot against my hole, his cock against my insides. My hand ran with his pace across the surface of my cock, sliding through my precum, teasing myself closer and closer towards orgasm. I could tell he was close as well. His thrusts became longer, harder, rougher, less routine. He was losing control. Good, I thought. Let him lose control. Let him breed me like we're ferals.
His massive shaft stretched me wider than I felt anyone should ever be able to go, precum splashing its way out of my hole as it ran down his cock and against his knot. My balls were wet with his escaping fluid. I hugged the pillow in my arm, my cock in my hand, stroking myself like there was no tomorrow. God, I felt good. My prostate was burning, the heat making my entire lower body tingle, my cock continuing to drool. I groaned loudly, eyes loosely closed, mouth hanging agape as he pounded into me, pushing and pulling me back and forth across the bedspread as we fucked.
He had obviously practiced this with something, or someone. He was so professional at it, yet the sheer strength of his cock alone told me he was a virgin. No one had ever taken his cock before and I could tell because he didn't know how powerful a tool it was. Had he been a virgin he'd known not to go so fast, or so hard, until the person was truly ready. He was not doing that for me. He was having his way with me, alright, slamming that massive cock into me, spreading my insides wide open, bashing against my opening with his huge, forceful knot, demanding entrance. I wanted him in me so bad, all of him, but it wasn't easy. The knot was as large as a baseball, at least.
Slowly he stretched me looser and looser and I felt myself able to take more of him with ease. Soon I had his entire shaft sliding base to tip to base to tip over and over and over again, hilting and unhilting me with speed and fervor. He was so into it. So was I. I clutched at that pillow for dear life, sweat dripping through my fur. The room smelled heavily of musk and the temperature had no doubt gone up a few degrees from our body heat alone.
For a brief moment I opened my eyes to look at him in my periphery. His eyes were shut, mouth agape, tongue loose. He was holding onto my leg still as he slid in and out of me on seven of his nine inches of shaft, massaging my insides with that bludgeon of a cock. His ears were flattened against his head in utter bliss. I closed my eyes again and let my head rest back on the bed. I felt his warm precum flowing through me, splashing against my walls every time a thrust of his massive prick displaced it. God, he was huge. So fucking huge.
His grip around my leg tightened. I felt him flex his PC muscle several times, causing his shaft to go rigid and then lax inside of me, each time pressing firmly against my prostate and then releasing. I gripped the pillow with my right hand desperately, moaning and biting gently into it, trying for all I was worth to not puncture it with my sharp canines. It proved to be a difficult feat. With each slap of his balls against my ass I could tell that he was getting closer and closer to the edge of the cliff, ready to dive off at any point. And I would be diving right there with him as he did.
It was then that we reached the point that neither of us could take it anymore. Mustering up all the strength I could, I pulled my leg off of his shoulder and sat upright, angling his cock upwards inside of me. I grabbed him tight under his arms, forcing my entire body weight against him. He held it well. His arms snaked around my neck, fingers digging into my mane and holding me close to him. Our lips locked, slamming together passionately, our tongues flying into each other's mouths, heads held at forty-five degree angles to our rights. Then I felt it. The force of gravity and my large bodyweight forced his massive knot deep inside me with his final thrust. My hole clenched around the root of his cock, our muzzles pressed together at ninety degrees, and we came.
I think it was the largest load I'd ever blown. I felt my cock spasm greatly, my seed firing out of the tip in long, white arcs, most of it shooting straight up and hitting our faces before dripping back down to our chests, the rest of it just ending up on our chests to begin with. I moaned and whimpered simultaneously and rather loudly, squeezing him tight as my hot, sticky cum joined our fur together and matted it down, covering the exposed sides of our heads since we were angled for the kiss. I felt a particularly large glob of it hit me in the eyelid and subconsciously thanked all supernatural powers that my eye had been closed. The sensation coursing through my cock ended after a few seconds, leaving my dick hard, throbbing, and completely spent sandwiched between our abs.
His orgasm, on the other hand, was anything but ordinary. Like a shotgun, I thought. His cum came in long, thick bursts, sliding through my insides and warming me greatly. I could almost feel his powerful ropes hitting my walls, sliding through my inner pipes as it sought out a place to rest itself. His volley was intense, and seemed to last forever. I could do nothing but hold on to him, my face burried into his neck like a child.
It was several seconds before he finally stopped, and that time was filled with the most painfully pleasurable experience I'd ever encountered. The feeling of another male's warm, fresh batter coursing through his shaft and into me as my own flowed out my own cock to splatter against us was as much a psychological experience as it was a physical one. It felt like sensory overload. I clung to his chest as tight as I could without hurting him as we rode through it, each of his shots feeling like a gallon of the hot stuff thrown at me at a hundred miles an hour.
But it did end, as all good things eventually do. We sat there, panting heavily, chests heaving against one another, my black fur against his orange. I fell backwards, taking him and his massive cock with me, his knot and his output still locked firmly within me. My grip on him loosened as we lay there, basking in warm afterglow. It must have been minutes before I opened my eyes to lazy slits, looking at his eyelids as he panted atop me. "You n-nev..." I started, still finding it difficult to breath. I lay still and waited a moment more before calmly finishing my sentence. "You never told me your name..."
"S-so..." he started to respond. "So I haven't." He opened his eyes and lifted his head slightly, his nose a centimeter from mine, eyes locked into my own. "My name is Dean," he said, that warm smile once again piercing into my soul.
But this time his smile didn't bother me, or take me off guard. I didn't find it confusing, assaulting, or mesmerizing anymore. It was warm, welcoming, friendly. It was home. "Nice to meet you, Dean," I said with a smile of my own.
"Nice to meet you too, Taylor." And then we kissed again.
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I looked into my present wife's eyes and could think of no one I would rather spend the rest of my life with. She smiled back at me, still rubbing her stomach, slowly, up and down, petting our son. "Dean..." she said, thinking about it softly. I could tell she liked it. She was so sweet. "Dean it is, then," she said to me, her voice like silk, her eyes like golden pools.
I smiled in agreement. Like a dying tempest, I feel the youthful fight for freedom wither and slip away from me.
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This felt like a new style of writing for me. Normally I focus on action and dialogue, this one was more about analysis. Hope you guys enjoy it. Possible sequel on the way, if the story is popular enough. No, this story has nothing to do with my series Your Name, despite the title similarities. And no, I am not giving up on Your Name. I'm just exploring other creative outlets at the moment and will return to it soon.
Anyway please feel free to comment, rate, fav, etc. etc. Thanks a billion SoFurry and I'll see you all again soon!