All from falling through a window...
Commission for Furriesrule
This is a story I was asked to do a certain while back by Furriesrule. It's my first fully M/M story, and I admit I'm not the best at writing about these topics. Therefore, feedback will be greatly appreciated, in any way you decide to give it (as long as it isn't insulting or rude).
Disclaimer: This work of fiction contains sex scenes definitely not suited for you (no, not you, I'm talking about him) or any other underage viewer. Therefore, if you still want to watch you're doing it on your own, and under the law.
Update: Now that I've finished this story, it's perfectly clear to me now. I'm not an M/M writer, and this is the only full M/M story I'll make. I'd rather leave this to other writers, who are definitely better at this than I am.
The spider crept through the classroom wall, idly picking up some noises coming from the teacher. It was boring though, and the animal did what most students were doing at that time: take a nap. However, it decided to take a nap right on a white wall, plainly visible to those sitting close... The notebook hit her without warning, instantly taking care of her without even giving her time to process that she was going to die.
"Got it!" Said Markus happily
"Alright! Nice job dude!" Was the reply from his best friend, Sam.
The teenage wolf cleaned up the notebook against the wall, leaving an icky trail of smashed spider bits.
"Excuse me!" The teacher said in a loud voice "if you want to ask a question raise your hand, don't slam a notebook"
"Sorry Miss Winters, there was a spider in the wall" Sam told the teacher, trying to bail his best friend out.
"Ahhh, a spider on the wall... Why didn't you say so before?" She replied to the fox, her voice permeated with sarcasm.
Both of the aforementioned males dropped their heads to the desks at the same time. This was going to be one long and boring class...again...
The two canines walked out of school, glad that there were no classes for the rest of the week. Still, a long math assignment weighed inside their backpacks.
"So, drop by tomorrow and help me out with this homework?" Sam said
"Sure! I've got nothing to do all weekend."
"Weren't you going to try your luck with Lania?" Sam asked
"Yeah... About that... She says she wants to wait till marriage" He said
"Pffft, right. You haven't even had the guts to ask her! I bet you're afraid you'll be too small down there..." He teased, not meaning to insult. He was met with a playful and mildly strong punch in the shoulder, as they both laughed it up. The two of them had what other people called a Bromance, as they had been friends since elementary. More than friends, they were like brothers; both of them knew who the other was dating, where he was... And if neither one of the 16 year olds hadn't been virgins, they would've told the other who they were bedding.
"So, crash my place..." Sam began to say before a loud thunder crashed, masking his words. Mark managed to make out the word "noon" and nodded, running off to escape the rain that would fall a couple seconds later.
"Markus Wallace! What were you doing outside on the rain?? Look at you, you're soaked" his mom said, visibly angry.
"I know mom, but I couldn't avoid it. How was your day?" He asked, being as diplomatic and smart as always.
"It was nice, I had yet another boring meeting but hey, if it keeps the money flowing..." She said. "And dad called, said he won't be able to come home till next week"
"Heh, by the time he comes here he'll be speaking Japanese" he said jokingly. He kissed his mom and walked upstairs to his room. He locked the door, trying to make no noise as he lifted one of the hardwood panels from the floor. Softly and silently, like an ancient ninja, he grabbed one of the magazines inside. It was a copy of *my dirty neighbor 14* stolen from a store. Well, technically only half-stolen since he had left a five dollar bill in place. He jumped to his bed and got his zipper open, before throwing subtlety away and just got rid of the whole thing, including his underwear. He found little need to take off his shirt, and just left it on as he began to turn the pages. In page 24, a heavily stained one, he found what he had been looking for. He despised the curvy and fake looking girls on the rest of the magazine, and perhaps that's why the tomboyish girl on the centerfold was so appealing for him. She was a feline, probably a panther or a cheetah, and she looked almost like a guy since her breasts were virtually invisible, and her body and build were boyish. The only real indicator that he was looking at a girl was the fact that one could see her puffy lips as she showed the camera a perfect view of her Tailhole. She was spreading her cheeks with her hands, and that small puckered star was in plain view for the horny teenage wolf to see.
He had gotten hard in a few seconds, as he always did when he saw this picture. As he held the magazine in one hand he used the other one to slowly stroke his canine member, softly rubbing it from the tip to the knot as he smeared his own Pre all over it as a lubricant. He began to slowly rub it up and down, his breathing turning into short and quick breaths. He looked at the picture, then back at his member. His rhythm became quicker, his hand now stroking relatively fast as he closed his eyes, and imagined it was him pounding that cute tight ass. He felt his canine knot becoming enlarge as he stroke now at full speed, arching his head back with his eyes closed as he felt himself get closer to the peak. It was a matter of seconds now, he would grip the base of his knot hard to simulate being tied, and his warm seed would spurt and land all around him as he fought hard not to howl. Just a little longer...
*knock Knock*
"Markus!!! Dinner is ready!!!!" His mom shouted from behind the door as she scared the shit out of him. Scared as hell, he had stopped his deed and was now dead silent. He knew she wouldn't leave without an answer. Worse, she might come in with a key to see if he was okay. But he couldn't answer right away, since he was so close he was sure his voice would tremble. He left his twitching member alone, silently grabbing the sheets hard as he tried to calm himself down. After the longest five seconds of his life, he managed to answer.
"I'm coming mom!" He said astonished at both the fact that his voice hadn't trembled and that he hadn't cracked out laughing at the unintentional pun. He stayed still, not daring to move a single muscle.
"Alright honey. I made lasagna, so don't be late!" She said as the sound of her footsteps began to retreat. "And please wash your hands you hormone driven pup" She added softly for herself when she was sure he couldn't hear her chuckle.
He stood still even then, just in case she would return. As he made sure he was alone again, he looked at his member only to find it limp and retreating into his sheath. He looked briefly at the girl on the magazine. He could return to what he was doing, and in no time he would be hard again. On the other hand, Lasagna...
He got up and dressed up again, but not before placing the magazine carefully back on its hiding place. He did wash his hands, mainly so his strong odor would go unnoticed. He then leapt downstairs and into the living room, like the hungry animal he was.
He proceeded to devour his prey, loving the warm feeling of hot meat inside his mouth and falling into his stomach.
"Relax honey, you're going to choke with that Lasagna someday" His mother remarked.
"Mmmmrffffdgfg" He said
"I know you're hungry, but gulping it down won't make it bigger..."
He did as he was told, eating slowly and in a more controlled way.
"By the way, there is a cousin of mine coming over. Is it okay if you sleep with me and she takes your room?" She added
"Moooooom" He protested
"Don't worry honey; it's only for a week or so. It'll be like when you were a cub, sleeping at my side when you were scared" She added, dropping another piece if lasagna on his plate.
"You know, Sam's sister is on a student exchange... Can I stay at his place?" He proposed.
"Well, if he says it's okay..." She said
"I'm heading over there tomorrow at noon. I'll ask him" He said.
"Sounds good! Tonight you can stay with me then." She said smiling.
He ate another piece as he nodded; giving up to the fact that destiny wasn't fond of his masturbation plans.
After an unbelievably long night, he finally packed a small backpack with some clothes and stuff, and walked out the front door. He knew that Sam would say yes, since as far as he knew his parents were also out of town, and he was probably bored as hell. Sam's house was actually a long hike away, and he didn't have his learner's permit yet. Still, a short cab ride later he was there, exactly at noon as he had said the day before. He was about to ring the bell when he caught a glimpse of someone through one of the windows. His brain took a second to record the fact that the figure he had seen was dressed in a black cocktail dress. Confident in the fact that whoever she was she hadn't seen him, his mind began to explore the possible options.
It was most certainly not his sister, unless she had flown from Paris without a warning. His mother maybe? No, she was in LA with her husband. The only remaining option made itself evident.
"Son of a bitch is getting laid" He muttered softly to himself. He knew he couldn't ring the bell. Not unless his aim was to kill every single hope Sam had. He went to the back, careful to avoid being spotted through the windows. He climbed stealthily to the second floor balcony. If they were going to do it they would probably do it in his parents' ample bed. If so, the balcony's design would shield him from view if he leaned in just the right way, and still see perfectly what was going on. Sure enough, five minutes later the girl in the cocktail dress came inside, and began to look at herself in a mirror making seductive poses. It was definitely a vixen, with an oddly familiar fur color. He leaned in closer, trying to get a better view of her...
"Oh shit" was all he managed to say as the rusty railing on the balcony gave away.
*CRASH*
The wolf was face down on a pool of shattered glass, completely still. He felt some hands grab him by the armpits, and he was quickly dragged out of there. He was feeling a sharp pain on his forehead, and in his daze he managed to see a trickle of blood falling down. He felt that the stranger had dropped him, and he opened his eyes to try and see who this girl was. The face he found staring at him, however, was quite unexpected.
"Sam?!"
"Gods above and below, are you okay? You scared the hell out of me" Sam said, examining his wound.
"Sam? Is that really you?" He asked his best friend, confused.
"Of course you dog, why wouldn't I... Oh" he said as he noticed his gaze was fixed on the black cocktail dress he had on. "I'll explain later. Do you feel pain somewhere?"
"Just my forehead. Is it bad?" He asked
"No, it's a minor scratch. I'll just get something to disinfect it" He said as he walked to the bathroom. Mark could now see his dress fully, long and black. It was a strapless cocktail dress, with a nice looking collar accessory. He returned with a bottle of disinfectant and some tissues, and proceeded to carefully disinfect his cut.
"OUCH!" He said as the powerful chemical sent a burning sensation through his skin.
"Sorry. Sit still, I'm almost done." Sam said as he grabbed some Band-Aids. "There. Good as new" He said a second later.
"Thanks..." Markups said, blushing and shyly looking away.
"I uhm... I guess you want to know about the dress..." Sam said. Markus nodded without looking at him.
"Well, I think that first thing should be coming clear to you. I'm gay" He said, visibly nervous about it. "I just... Love the way these things look on me. They're so beautiful, so nice..."
"Skip that part please..." Markus said with a trembling voice.
"Well, ever since my sis left, I've been trying on her stuff without my parents knowing. I just put it on, walk around the house with it for an hour or two, and then change back into male clothing." He says. "By the way, why the hell were you on the balcony?"
"I saw someone dressed like a girl... Figured you were going to get some and decided to voyeur a bit" He said like it was the most natural thing in the world. He turned and looked at him, and as they looked at each other they began to laugh. First a chuckle, then a laugh, then a full blown hysterical laughing as both of them laughed and laughed. Tears rolled down their cheeks as they struggled to breath, unable to find a reason as to why they were laughing. This went on for a minute, and Mark almost forgot that his best friend was sitting at his side with a female dress on. As the laughter died down Sam turned to him and asked:
"Still dude, its noon. Why the hell are you here so early?" He asked
"Didn't you say to be here at noon?" Mark asked, confused.
"No, I said crash my place in the AFTERnoon" He said
They both laughed a bit at this, but then an awkward silence took over. On one hand, Sam had no idea what to say or what Mark thought about him, and on the other Mark was struggling to cope with the fact that his best friend was both gay and a cross dresser. They both looked away, sneaking a peek at the other now and then, until finally Sam broke the ice. He stood up and got in front of mark, showing him the dress.
"Still, even if you're not gay, you still have to admit it looks pretty nice" He said, turning a bit.
"It... It is nice yeah...." Mark said, unable to come up with a better answer. He did think it was nice, and was actually struggling to keep an erection under control. He couldn't believe himself, getting aroused by something like that, but the more he thought about it the worse it became.
"You know what?" Sam said as he bent down and looked at him in the eyes. "This is probably the best time to tell you the truth."
"Huh?" Mark said, confused.
"I fancy you Mark. I've been attracted to you since I met you all those years ago. I had said nothing due to the fear that you would reject me, but I guess that now it doesn't matter, now that you know the truth" Sam said, a hint of sadness in his voice.
"Why now? Why after all this time?"
"Because it doesn't matter anymore. You're probably just going to run away, and you'll never speak to me again. You must think I'm such a freak..." Sam said, sitting down on the bed, a lone tear running down his cheek.
Mark was in such a state of confusion, he thought he would pass out from the mental exertion. In what was probably the weirdest moment in his life, he finally spoke up.
"You look really nice in that dress" He said, barely able to believe what he was saying.
"Yeah... You already said you though it was a nice dress..." Sam said without looking up.
Markus got up and sat down by him on the other end of the bed.
"I didn't say that. I said YOU look beautiful in that dress" Mark said.
Sam looked up at him, confused but unable to hide a smile.
"But... I thought... You... Girlfriend..." He began.
"The fact that I have a girlfriend does state that I'm not gay. Bisexuality, on the other hand... Is indeed a possibility" Mark said. He couldn't believe himself at all, and if time travel were possible then the twenty minutes ago Mark would've punched present Mark in the face. Still, he couldn't deny that perhaps those strong friendship feelings were actually a masked romance.
Without thinking rationally, like all the best decisions are made, he grabbed his head and kissed him for a split-second. He quickly pulled away and they both looked away shyly. None of them spoke a word for about a minute, and then Mark once again cracked the silent barrier.
"Forget what I said. It's no longer a possibility: I'm now certain I'm Bi"
Sam just turned and looked at him, the confusion almost visible through his clear blue eyes.
"And might I add, I enjoyed that kiss a lot more than I should have" He added as Sam's jaw dropped. He took this opportunity to kiss him again, this time focusing on the feeling of his lips, the softness of his tongue as the small peck became a French kiss, the soft caresses of his hand as he rubbed him over the back of his shirt...
"Wait" He said pulling away from the kiss. "I'm not sure I'm ready for this."
"For what?" Sam said, looking into his eyes.
"For... This! Not just sex..." He began as he blushed at the thought. "I'm not sure I'm willing to go public on this, I mean... What will the rest of the people think?"
"I couldn't care less. Still, I must admit I'm a bit scared too" Sam replied.
"Should we just hide it?" Mark asked, lost in thought.
"So there will be something?" Sam said with a wide smile.
"Is there really another option? I fancy you, you fancy me... I just learned that you're a cross dresser and we kissed... We can't go back to a friendship now" Mark stated softly.
"So..." Sam began, not knowing how far his friend was willing to go.
"So we are together, whatever that means... I'm not saying we have to be a couple, but there's definitely something bigger than a friendship here" Was the answer.
"I uhm... I should go change... Maybe we can think with more clarity once I'm out of this dress..." Sam said before a firm hand grabbed his wrist.
"Don't. I... Like seeing you like that... Keep it on, please?" He asked, leaving Sam shocked.
"Do you really like the way I look on a dress? I thought it was just to cheer me up" The fox said
"Actually I do... It's just that it gives your body a great look." He said as he got up and faced him. He gave him a small kiss on the hand, before playfully climbing up his arm with kisses until he kissed his neck. "It looks too damn hot" He said as he playfully pushed him into the bed. He continued to kiss him, his kisses now over the fabric on his chest. Sam stayed still, unable to believe what was going on.
"I thought you had said you weren't ready for this?" He said
"Great job Sam, you're cock-blocking yourself." He said with a smile. He had decided that waiting was out of the question. He wanted to connect with him, to fuse their bodies in one sweaty and hot ball of fur. He gave him a kiss in the belly this time, noticing that due to the dress' design he could easily lift it to uncover his groin, without having to undress the fox. He did so, expecting to find panties with a large bulge. He did find this, only without the panties.
"Don't you wear underwear with this stuff?" Mark asked, playfully.
"Why? It's not like I'm going to go out in public..." The fox replied as his small member stood proud in front of the wolf's snout.
"Good point" Mark said before shyly approaching the member with a paw. It was a typical canine penis, with the still deflated knot on the base. It was certainly not big, but it wasn't on the tiny spectrum either. Mark's eyes lifted up to Sam's face, like silently asking for consent.
"Go ahead. It doesn't bite" Sam said, chuckling like it was the most casual thing in the world.
Mark gave it a small poke, which made it twitch. He finally took it in his paw, as Sam shivered a bit at the touch. It was the first time he had been touched by another fur down there. The wolf began to slowly stroke it, exploring it with both his fingers and his eyes. He was met with moans of approval, and he smiled. He was getting quite hard too, his member creating a tent in his pants as he stroked his best friend off. Sam groaned as a drop of Pre left his tip, and got smeared all over his shaft by the fast movements of Mark's paw. He felt the musky smell his friend was producing, as his brain simply thought that if the smell was so good, the taste must be even better.
Sam almost jumped as Mark's tongue gave his member a small, short lick whose purpose was evidently to see just how he tasted. He felt the tongue return, and assumed he had enjoyed it. He wasn't far from reality, since Mark had indeed found the taste somewhat exotic. He began to lick, slowly and experimentally at first, before finally taking its fullness inside his mouth. Sam moaned as he felt the moist warmth of his best friend's muzzle around his shaft, as his tongue began to rub his tip. The fox spread his legs unconsciously, moaning as he received his first oral stimulation.
Mark wasn't just busy with Sam's shaft. His free paw went down to his pants and pulled them down to the knees, as he began to slowly stroke himself. He kept this for a minute or two before Sam's moans became louder and louder, and he began to shiver. Sensing he was close to orgasm he stopped, looking at him. He had been trying to avoid it, but it now made perfect sense. The girl in the magazine centerfold could've had a penis and he wouldn't have cared at all. All he wanted was the Tailhole, that sweet and tight opening in the middle of two sexily spread cheeks, just like he had in front of him.
"Why... Why did you stop?" Sam asked, panting.
"Time for some fun. Lift up your dress" he said. Sam did so, leaving his waist completely bare as he pulled it up, still dressed in it though. Mark's tip pressed against his Tailhole, before he stopped. Reading his mind, Sam spoke up:
"My room, cardboard box under the bed."
Mark dashed, finding the box in no time. Inside we're several gay magazines, a clear bottle of lube, and a small butt-plug. Mark shook his head smiling, and after grabbing the bottle of lube he hid the rest back under the bed. As he returned he prepared to apply some lube when he was stopped again.
"Shouldn't we uh... Use some rubber?" Sam asked
"Nah, were both virgins so there's no STD risk, and it's not like you'll get pregnant." Mark noted as he applied some lube in his shaft and on the entrance.
"I've always dreamt of you riding me bareback, you know..." Sam said, blushing deeply.
Mark said nothing as he aligned his tip towards his tail, and slowly began to push in. He was met with some resistance, but finally the tip popped in.
"Ngah! Go slow dude, I'm a virgin after all" Sam said.
"Sorry" was the answer as he stopped for a second before pushing again. With the copious amount of lube he had, his shaft slid in all the way with little effort, making the fox yelp a bit as he buried his entire length inside.
"Gods, I feel so full... I retract my comment yesterday about being small down there" He said playfully as his muscles fought to expel the intruder.
"Ungh, so tight and warm..." Was all that Mark could say as he remained fully inside for a second or two. Then he began to pull out slowly, almost all the way out, before thrusting back in with moderate force. A pleasure driven moan told him he was on the right track, and he naturally repeated the movement. The tightness of the fox's anus was unparalleled, like someone was trying to choke the life out of his penis. He felt his tip spreading his insides as he fucked the teenager, loving every second of it. Still, he was sure that Sam wasn't getting as much pleasure out of this. He left the warmth of his tailpipe before crawling to the center of the bed, lying down face up and pointing to his member.
The fox caught up instantly, and straddled the wolf's hips as he himself pushed the rod inside him, descending on top of it until it was back inside. The dress fell back on top of their hips, obscuring the view. Still, none of them seemed to mind since Sam began to rise and fall on top of Mark's big spire, before the wolf gave him a nice surprise by sneaking a paw under the dress and grabbing his friend's member. He began to stroke it as he felt the thrusts quicken up and the moans became louder and with a higher pitch. Soon the wolf felt his knot growing, popping in and out with wet, lewd sounds before it became too big. At this point, and without previous authorization, the wolf gave a powerful thrust upward at the same time the wolf was descending, causing his knot to pop inside the young fur's tail hole.
"Oh gawd! Fuck, that's big!" The fox yelled in a mix of pain and pleasure, since the member's depth was now perfect and was rubbing against his prostate gland. This, combined with the furious paw job he was getting caused him to cum, without any of them thinking at any point that maybe the dress was right on the flight path of the Fox's thick and warm spurts. Most of his seed ended up in the dress, staining the groin and dripping into Mark's pelvis as the wolf howled, beginning his own release inside the teen's lovely warm passage.
"Aaaah, I'm cumming!!!!" he cried out as spurt after spurt of warm, sticky cum shot inside the fox, making both of them shiver in pleasure as they rode the waves of ecstasy. Sam collapsed on top of Mark, panting as he kissed him. The wolf, who was still cumming inside his friend, happily returned the kiss. The kiss went on for some time, until both had stopped cumming.
"Where does this leave us?" Sam asked after pulling away from the kiss.
"Our hands are tied, as are other things..." Mark said with a grin. "There's nothing we can do right now, except keep it hidden and find a way to meet up on secret."
"Yeah... Still, I'm glad this happened you know? All these years trying to see if you would even consider it... And here we are" Sam said with a smile
"Hell, if I had known both how you felt and how this felt, I would've drank from this tap a long while ago." Mark said with a wink.
"Damn... How am I going to explain why the window is shattered to my mom?" Sam said sadly
"Just tell her that a friend of yours fell on it and it shattered. It's technically the truth, and you avoid telling your parents that you ended up fucking that friend." He laughed.
"Yeah... Oh crap, the dress!" He said, noticing the cum stains. "My sister will kill me!"
"Don't worry, if you use baking soda those'll come off immediately. I used to do that when I masturbated" Mark confessed. "Wait, you've been using your sister's dresses? I thought that it was yours!"
"Yeah well, it's kind of hard to buy a dress for yourself in this city if you have something dangling from your crotch..." Sam said. "It's just better if I use my sister's since she has the same build."
"Well, I'm pretty sure you shouldn't return this dress to your sis. You can wash out the cumstains, but the scent of sex will stay there unless you burn it" Mark answered, shifting his body a bit to get into a more comfortable position, which pulled a moan from the fox. They cuddled for an hour or so, waiting for the knot to deflate. They didn't talk much, and only about trivial things. The real conversation was made up by soft caresses instead of words.
Finally, Mark felt the pressure on his knot disappear, and with a quick jerk he pulled back, untying them as a small puddle of cum formed on his bed.
"So I guess you've got to go now?" Sam asked with a hint of sadness
"Actually I came here to ask if I could sleep here. My mom's cousin is at home and..." Mark began. He didn't get to finish his explanation, since the Fox jumped at him with a powerful hug.
"Yes! As long as you want! Stay here as long as you want!" He said before kissing the wolf. Mark returned the kiss, and pushed him back to the bed. Mark felt Sam's member poking his fur through the dress, and smiled at him.
"God, you're insatiable."
"I just can't get enough of you. Now come here and don't leave this bed until I can't walk straight" He said lifting his rump in the air as he supported himself on his hands and knees. Wasting no time and not bothering with taking it slow, Mark mounted him again. He pushed in all the way to the base, moaning as he felt the delicious warmth envelop him once more. He began to ride him, faster and harder than the last time. Before it had been something romantic, an intimate way to connect; but now it was different, much wilder, and more feral, more about sating both their pleasures in sex frenzy. It worked, since Sam began to come without even touching his member.
"Aaaah! Gods, yes!!!" He screamed as he experienced release, as the wolf kept pounding him again and again and...
He had stopped, but the knot was out and he wasn't cumming. The explanation came in the request for him to turn around, which he dutifully did. Without the need for further instructions, Sam grabbed his member and took it all in his mouth, massaging the tip and the upper shaft with his tongue as his paw squeezed the knot, simulating he had tied inside someone. It worked like a charm as the wolf groaned in pleasure, his balls pumping the fox's mouth full of his seed, which was avidly swallowed by Sam. After a second or two, both of them collapsed on the bed, with Mark still spurting the odd small string of cum into the covers. Neither of them said a word, for they knew it wasn't necessary. All their feelings, ideas, and hopes had been transmitted between them.
"Must... Clean... Mom... Home...Tonight..." Sam said before falling asleep. Mark followed his example, and they both cuddled in the bed, smiling as they enjoyed their post-coital bliss.
Sam's mother arrived home a couple of hours later, and used her key to get inside the house without making any noise. She climbed upstairs and opened the door to the master bedroom. She saw two furs in the dim light, and one of them had a dress on. The smell of sex was heavy in the air, and she closed the door slowly, without wanting to wake up her son and his girlfriend. She smiled, before leaving the house and calling a friend to set up dinner, so that the cute couple might have some privacy. She would never find out the truth about that scene.
-J