Ways of living
The lovely warning: If you are not of the appropriate age to view this story, since it contains gay themes, run away and don't come back... until you turn 18, then your welcome back. I don't wanna scare away all my fans... if I can get any, that is...
The bright sun shone through the window, casting rays of light around my room, and more importantly, into my sleeping eyes. I slowly fluttered them open, only to close them again and turn onto my side to escape from the sharp light. My eyes slowly opened again, now facing away from the window. I gave them time to focus, which took a few moments.
My blue covers were pulled up to my neck, keeping my six feet tall fox body warm and cozy. I looked around my room. Two posters of my favorite musical group, the Felions, hung on the wall. A dresser stood in the corner with pictures of family and junk lying on top of it. The sun was streaming through the window behind me, making my back fur warm. A television sat at the end of my bed, surrounded by a few books I never had time to read. Then my eyes fell on my digital clock that was sitting on the night stand beside my bed. The red numbers read 7:45.
Huh, I thought to myself. Something in the back of my mind was trying to get to the front of my brain, but what? Then it hit me. School.
"Shit," I muttered to myself, my pulse spiking. My alarm didn't go off again. School starts at eight. I have 15 minutes. Great.
I threw the covers off myself, letting the sun wash over my body. Like most furs, I only sleep in boxers. Last night's choice was brown with green stripes which ran vertically down the entire length of the boxers. I sat up, stretched my arms over my head, yawned, and scratched my chest all in one motion. I slowly stood up, waiting a second for my head to get enough oxygen so I could see clearly, and padded over to my dresser.
I opened the top drawer and took out a pair of baggy shorts and a white t-shirt. Unlike most foxes, my fur was as black as night. The only color in my whole body was my slightly pink nipples, which were hard at the moment, and my boyhood, which was pink also. I felt a slight stir in my crotch as I thought of my cock. Wouldn't it be great if...? I quickly snapped out of my daydream. Daydream at school, I needed to get ready now.
I pulled the shirt over my head, and then slipped my shorts on after. I walked towards my door, brushing my hair on my head back as I did so. I turned the knob and walked out of my room.
I entered a plain hallway, with just a few pictures of my dead grandparents hanging on the walls. I quickly walked past them and into the bathroom. I took a look at myself in the mirror. I was slim, but not so skinny that I looked like a freak. Puberty had already fixed that problem by making my sixteen year old shoulders broader and my muscles bigger. I saw my deep blue eyes staring back at me through my reflection. I was one of the lucky foxes. Having pure black fur and blue eyes was a rarity these days. I quickly scanned myself, looking for any imperfections. Finding none, I walked out down the hall and took a door which leads into the family room.
Father sat on the couch, his red fox fur sticking out in various places, watching the television. He didn't have to be at the airport until 10:00. My father worked for a company which sold companies to other companies. I could never figure out why there is such a thing for that, but my father said I was too young to understand. Mother was away on a business trip selling sinks and other bathroom accessories. I would be alone all week. I couldn't wait.
"Hey dad, gatta go to school. Late again." He looked up from the tv, and said, "K, guess I'll see you in a week or so. Remember, Cody, if you have an emergency call..."
"Dad, I'm sixteen," I said, my hand on the handle.
"Yes," he sighed. "Yes you are. Just... be good k?"
"You know me dad, I'll be good," I smiled and he smiled back. Then I was out the door and running down the street towards my school. There was no possible way that I was going to make it in time.
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And I was right. I was sprinting towards the school, sweat making my fur cling to me, when I heard the bell ring in the distance.
Cra-ap, I thought. I was maybe five minutes away from the front door of Milestone High. Late again. Why does fate do this to me? At least once a week, my blasted alarm doesn't go off. Maybe I could slip into P.E. without anyone noticing. Please let there be a substitute. With that thought, I picked up my pace, now at a dead run towards Milestone High.
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I reached the school's front steps. I bent over, hands on knees and tail lying slack, panting. My breath was ragged and by heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was in my ears. I couldn't stand in front of the school in broad daylight though. I slowly straightened and made my way around the left side of the building. I tried to be as quiet as I could, my paws making little noise on the concrete that surrounded my school. I smiled a little. Too bad for the dogs. Their claws always made a clicking noise when they walked. Another up-side to retractable claws.
I made it to a blue door that read "Gymnasium." I reached for the knob, turned slowly, and slipped as quietly as possible inside.
Furs of all kind were playing a game of basketball. The clicks and shouts of them playing thankfully distracted them from my presence. I crept along the wall towards the door that I knew led into the boys locker room. If I could only get in there without...
SCREECH!! I whistle blew loudly which made me stop in my tracks. Great. I turned slowly towards the sound. Please be a sub. Please be a sub. Please...
It was! I let out a soft and silent sigh of relief. A chubby and female lioness substitute stood across the gym with paws on her hips. Her fur was a dull yellow, and her chubby face almost made me laugh out loud. But luckily I didn't. It was then I noticed that everyone was looking at me, and most of them were trying to keep back smiles. They have seen me do this before.
"Just what do you think you are doing young man?" said the sub in an old lady voice. Keeping a straight face, I replied, " I'm a TA (Teachers Assistant) Madam." They always liked it when I was formal.
"Oh!" she said. "Well, then you must have something for me. What is it?" Uh-oh. I didn't expect this. I consciously kept my ears pointed up so they wouldn't let out that I was lying. Think, think!
"I, uhhh..." this was a toughie. Wait! What about, " I have paper work that only Coach Coleson can see. I'll just put it on his desk in the locker room, if you don't mind." I stood stock still.
"Ok then. You can go in. You people should really carry around a name tag or something. It's so confusing." I nodded as if I cared. Then I turned and made my way towards the boys locker room like I had a real purpose.
"Well, what are you all staring at?" I heard the lioness say. "Game on!" I couldn't help but snort at that one as I let the door behind me close.
Our locker room was like any other high school locker room on earth. There were four rows of lockers in the center of the room, some bigger than others for the football players. At the far right there were the community showers. Who the hell created community showers? I want to kill them. It's so embarrassing taking a shower with your classmates naked around you. You couldn't help but take a quick peak at you neighbors crouch area. Not that I'm queer or anything. You just gatta. You wanna make sure that yours is close to a normal size, right? I sighed. Yeah, well, it still didn't stop me from getting a little hard on when I did catch a peak of cock. I blame it on testosterone surges.
I walked up the first isle of lockers until I came to mine. I sped through my locker combo, and had it open in no time. I stripped to my boxers, throwing my clothes into my locker. I then took out the no individuality uniform that we all wear when in P.E. I slipped the silk-ish pants on and was about to put my shirt on when I heard a small "yip!" I froze. Was someone else in here?
I walked to the far end of the locker row on my tip-toes. The cold locker room air flowed against my bare chest, making my nipples hard. Who was in here at this time, and why?
I peaked around the corner... and my eyes almost popped out of my head. I couldn't believe it. What in the world was I seeing? My best friend, Blake, who was a black lab anthro, was on his knees in front of a bench that stretches the length of the locker rows. In any normal circumstance, I wouldn't have been surprised. I would have thought he fell, and I would have ran over to help him. But not this time. He was completely naked. And so was the squirrel anthro who sat on the bench in front of him. My best friends face was bared deep into the squirrels crouch, obviously giving him a muzzle job. The squirrel's name was James, and everybody knew he was gay. But if Blake was giving him a muzzle job, that meant...
I stood there, hidden from the furs view, my mouth hanging open. Blake was gay. How did I not know that before? We've been friends for over four years. How could I have missed that? I stood there, watching the scene unfold.
James was moaning slightly each time Blake bobbed his head down into his crotch. Blake's ears were flat against his head, his eyes closed, his muzzle wrapped tightly around the squirrels shaft. I could hear soft slurping noises as my best friend pulled back a little off the squirrels cock, only to be devoured once again into my friends black muzzle. I could tell he was having a small amount of trouble getting the cock down his throat, since I could tell he gagged a little as his nose buried into James's pubic area. But he didn't stop. Slowly up, then down, up, down, up, down. He repeated the rhythm for at least five minutes.
Suddenly, James grabbed Blake's ears, pulling his head into his crotch and out faster and faster. I looked at James' face and saw that his eyes were closed, a picture of pure pleasure plastered across his face. He moaned louder and louder, until I could clearly make out what he was saying.
"Ung, oh Blake, this is, oohh, great." I heard James say between pants. Blake just smiled, still suckling on the squirrel's cock. The squirrel started to massage Blake's head. That made him moan, making the squirrel shiver. Another minute or so went by. Then I heard James say, "Ugh, Blake, I.....I'm.....about to.... UGH!" The squirrel slammed Blake's face deep into his crotch. I could tell he was gagging a little, but he put up no resistance. His throat spasmed, and his slurping increased. James' body tensed noticeably. He let out a final "yip!" and slumped down, his shoulders sagging. Blake continued to suck. I notice a little bit of white stuff slip out of the sides of his mouth. That had to be James' seed.
"Wow," I heard James say, panting after a little time went by. " Thank you... that was....incredible." Blake slowly sucked one last time on James' cock, then let it slide out of his mouth as he pulled away.
"No, thank you," Blake replied. He smiled at the squirrel, cum dripping from the sides of his mouth. James smiled back. I pulled my head back. I couldn't believe what I just saw. My best friend just swallowed James' cum. Unbelievable. I stood there, dumbfounded, hearing murmurs from around the other side of the lockers where the furs were. Then I heard a new noise. I heard the sound of a crowd outside the locker room door. I jumped in surprise. P.E. class was over. Everyone was coming into shower and change. I rushed back to my locker, stripped off all my clothes, threw them into my locker, and silently closed it. I speed walked to the showers. I slipped by James and Blake without them noticing, and entered the shower area. I was about to turn the closest one to me on, when I caught a glimpse of pink. I looked down to find my seven inch pink cock out of it's sheath and as hard as bloody rock. I gasped in surprise. I... I actually enjoyed what I saw? No way. I couldn't be... could I? I small amount of pre oozed out of my slit. I sped to the shower in the far corner, where my back would be facing everyone else. That was my best bet of no one seeing my raging hard on. I turned on my shower just in time.
Furs started to drift into the showering area, naked as the day they were born. I couldn't help looking at them in a new way now. What would it be like to suck on that lions cock over there, or...? I shook my head and stepped into the cool spray of water. It immediately soaked my entire body with refreshing water. But my hard-on would no go away. I couldn't get the picture of my best friend giving James a muzzle job out of my fox brain. It made me so flippen' horny. I grabbed some soap and started to rub it into my fur. Blake knew my parents would be out of town, so he was coming over to spend the next few nights with me. That would be interesting. I had to confront him about what I saw. I had to get things sorted out. I sat there under the running water, letting the soap run out of my fur. Blake was coming over tonight. This would be a tough day..
***Probably will be continued if you people like it. If not... well, onto a new series and a new shot! Please don't be TOO harsh, this is my first yiff story. Help me out here ppl!