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The black-furred fox sat on the bench, all alone beneath a solid grey sky: he was waiting for someone, and had been waiting for a while. It was getting to the point where he was seriously considering just getting up and going home. The coldness of the day had already put him in a bad mood: he did not want to be kept waiting like this. There was a tree behind his bench that reached far up and over him: however, it cast no shade. It had long since been stripped of all of its leaves by the hungry Autumn and Winter. He couldn't remember a day that had ever been as cold as this without snowing - there was no breeze, though, and he was quite thankful for that.

He stood, sighed in resignaton - the person he was waiting for obviously was not coming - and began to walk back home. So, after all, he had waited for nothing.

A paw gripped his shoulder. "Hey," said a voice from behind him - the voice that belonged to the person he was waiting for. "Sorry I took so long. I got lost on the way here twice, and... it just hasn't been good. I'm sorry."

The fox turned and looked into radiant emerald eyes; his black tail waggled behind him. "Glad you could make it - I was just about to leave."

"I see that." The wolf in front of him motioned back toward the bench - his ash-grey fur perfectly matched the sky, and the only way the fox could discern the two was by the white tufts of fur in his ear, his coal-black nose, and those marvelous eyes of his. "Sit?"

"Sure." The fox sat down - and couldn't help but notice that the wolf sat close enough next to him so that their legs were touching. "So... what'd you want to see me for? Couldn't we just do this at either of our places?"

"Well... n... no." The wolf shifted a bit, seeming suddenly nervous. He folded his paws in his lap and dropped his gaze; his ears were down. "I... didn't want anyone to hear what we're talking about..."

"Well, what are we talking about? I won't know if you don't tell me, Joel."

The wofl was quiet, and shifted again. "I heard you're gay, Artie. Is that true?

That was all? "Yeah. I thought you knew that already... why? I mean, it's not really something worth dragging me this far away from my home to ask."

"I know. That's not what I wanted... I was just making sure." Joel seemed more relaxed now: his ears had come up a bit, and he was looking at the sky. "There's something I've been wanting to say to you for a while, but I've just been too scared, and... I didn't know how you'd react..."

It was so cute when Joel was nervous: Artie knew what he was going to say, and placed his paw on the wolf's leg. "Go ahead. I'm here to listen."

Joel blushed at the contact, and looked away again. Well... I... I really like you. I have for a while... I've just been way too scared, since I didn't know for sure about you. I mean, I had heard that you were, maybe once or twice, but... people seem to lie about that a lot."

"I know." Artie kept his paw where it was, "But, Joel... I didn't know that you were, too. I mean, you really don't seem like it, and I honestly couldn't pick it up."

"You're the first person I've told. I mean... none of my family knows, none of my friends know... I... I don't even know for sure. You're the only guy I've felt like this about, Artie." There was silence as the fox thghout of something to say: in this silence, Joel stooped amd wrapped his coat tighter around himself. "Listen, maybe this was a bad idea... I'll just go."

"No, no. Sit down, Joel. Please. I... have something to tell you, too."

Jade-green eyes looked up into emerald-green eyes: Artie also stood, and intertwined his fingers with Joel's. "I like you too. I mean... you're cute, you're sweet... I absolutely love your eyes... and it makes me happy whenever I see you, and happier when you talk to me. I'm glad you came to me to say that, because it means now I don't have to hide how I feel."

Joel was silent, but that bushy dark-silver tail of his swayed behind him, as if stirred by some ghostly indecisive breeze. He squeezed Artie's paw and rested his head on his shoulder. "Thanks," murmured the wolf, "I just... I get really scared really easily when talking about something like this..."

"It's alright. I understand." Artie put his other arm around the wolf and pulled him close; he was happy. He really was. "The only reason I hadn't told you was because I was scared too."

"You? Scared?" Joel looked at him, a smile lifting the corners of his lips. "You don't get scared. I've seen you fight jocks because they called you a faggot, and you're saying you're scared because of this?"

"Hey, that only happened twice. And besides, they pissed me off."

Joel giggled and squeezed his paw again, then fell silent: he looked into Artie's eyes, smile still on his face. So he was happy too: that was good. "So... what do you want ot do now? I mean, now that it's out there."

"Well... wanna just walk? We have plenty of time, cutie."

The wolf blushed, and his smile grew. "I'd like that. You know, Artie, you... you're really sweet. If I had spoken to anyone else, I would've expected them to push me away or slap me or something..."

"I'd never do any of those to you, Joel. You have to remember that. I'm not that kind of person."

"You put one of those jocks in the hospital with his arm broken and half of his ear missing. Don't tell me you're not like that, you cute little liar."

"Yeah, well, I actually care about you. And you don't piss me off - you never have and never will, I'm sure."

"Come on, don't lie... you don't care about me."

Artie stopped and turned to the wolf, a half-smile on his face. "I just told you I've had a crush on you, cutie. Of course I care about you. You need to work on your self-esteem."

"I need help working on my self-esteem," replied Joel in a tantalizing growl, all signs of shyness suddenly absent. Artie had a pretty good idea of why. "And I think you could be the one to help me..."

"Oh, just look at yourself. All confident and sure of yourself now that we've spoken... is there any way you could persuade me?" He leaned in so close that he could feel the wolf's breath on his nose.

"I think I could find a way..." He got a warm kiss on the nose in reply, quickly turned cold by the frost of the day.

"Let's head on back to my place, wolfy... nobody's home right now, so you can persuade me all you want..."

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Joel pinned Artie against the wall with one paw on the fox's arm and the other under his chin, tilting his head up. "Tell me, Foxy..." he purred softly, "what is it that you'd like me to do...?"

"Oh, whatever you want..." Artie reached forward and cupped the wolf's crotch in his paw, squeezing softly; he got a soft moan and a wiggle in return. What followed next was something that he had [wet-]dreamed of happening for a long while: Joel's paws slid down his sides, holding him softly but with a firm and clear ambition; Artie moved his fingers and squeezed a bit more, thoroughly massaging what was beneath the coverings of pants and - if present - underwear. It was so, so warm... and he coul certainly feel a hardness somewhere in there.

The fox more felt his pants being unbuttoned than heard or saw them: his eyes were focused on what his paw held and his ears on Joel's breathing, his moans and sighs. Artie's pants fell to his feet; he kicked them off and smiled a foxy smile, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers.

"No," breathed Joel, bringing his paws to a stop on Artie's, "let me do that, sexy." First, though, he pulled off the fox's shirt; then he got down on his knees and traced his nose up Artie's hard member through the boxers, inhaling deeply. It was a relief when those boxers came off: all of the musky heat washed off of Artie's body and into Joel's nose, who drank it all in and let his tongue hang hungrily out of his mouth.

Artie couldn't keep himself from pushing toward Joel's muzzle; the wolf didn't hesitate in wrapping his fingers around the base of the hard knot and dragging his broad, flat tongue up the hot underside. He moved his lips and tongue with experience: Artie could feel it, and it brought him to slide down the wall. He could tell when Joel removed what he was wearing, partially because hea heard the zipper, and partially because he could smell the characteristically rich wolfmusk over his own.

Joel pulled his muzzle off of Artie's meat and moved up so that he was sitting comfortably on his legs, their sacks pressed together. Artie closed his eyes and smiled at the warmth; Joel reached down and took the fox's cock in his paw, beginning to strok slowly. It was amazing, being under the full control of this powerful wolf: he moved against Joel's paw, feeling himself already grow closer, becoming aware of the rising moans in his throat... he almost didn't notice when the wolf slid his own cock in and stroked the two of them together.

The heat and feeling of that hard wolf cock pressing against his own - knots together, rubbing against each other with each sweet stroke - was what sent him over: moaning out, Artie shot his load out over the wolf's paw and his chest. Joel leaned down and licked it off of the fox's chest, stomach, and memeber, making him wriggle: it wasn't long at all before the wolf finished himself, managing to spew his cum onto Artie's muzzle.

Exhausted, the two relaxed: Joel leaned back against the wall next to the fox and helped clean his muzzle, then kissed him softly on the lips. Artie closed his eyes again and kissed back, but not with the soft romance that Joel displayed: instead, he placed his paw on the back of his head and kissed with a deep passion as hot as the seed on his tongue. He could feel Joel's murring - the fox pushed his tongue in and played with Joel's, freely letting their saliva and cum mix.

Artie pulled back and looked into the wolf's crystal-green eyes, glinting and shining like leaves covered in frosted dew shimmering on a cold morning. THere was something in those eyes - in those beautiful jade gems - that made him lean forward and kiss him again.

No words were exchanged: they got their clothes on, kissed a few more times, and Joel gave a saddened 'Goodbye, cutie... I'll see you soon'. Artie couldn't remember the last time that he had felt like this about someone - sure, he had guys over every once i na while, fucked them, and had them leave... but never had it been quite like the rapture he had just shared with Joel - never quite like that heat, that passion, that bliss. He had always liked Joel, not for his body - though that was a nice plus - but for his personality. And having felt how skillful his tongue and paws were, having seen how big his hot, musky wolfmeat was... Artie got hard all over again, imagining how it would feelto have all that deep inside him, to have that thick knot pressing up under his tail...

...that was another day's pleasure. It would all come in time.