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A Boyfriend is a Boyfriend

By Danath

A half-hour or so later, Javier's thickness pulled free of my rump. I moaned, long and loud, as every fat inch of the Doberman's shaft tugged at my inner walls. My fingers dug into his neck and he growled in my ears. Once free, he set me down on my feet. I leaned back against the wall, legs unsteady, and watched as his massive member flopped over his thighs, half-hard, still dripping.

He grinned at me and leaned in for another kiss. I thought about turning my head, ending it now, just walking away, but I couldn't help myself. I liked kissing him. I liked feeling his hard chest and powerful stomach press against me. I liked the way his large paws, his thick fingers, roughly grasped my hips, pulling them forward, grinding me against his half-hard cock. I especially liked the way his tongue dominated mine, filling my muzzle. I wondered what we looked like in the shower, both of us soaking wet under the constant stream of the hot shower.

"We better get back downstairs," he mumbled, breaking the kiss. His tongue and teeth went after my neck and I tipped my head back, gasping.

"Ye... yeah," I said, forcing the word out as his teeth caressed my fur. My cock was achingly hard all over again as he pulled away from me. My fingers trailed over his chest, feeling the firmness in his pecs.

The big canine rinsed his cock and thighs off, then peeked outside the shower curtain.

"I'll watch the door for you while you dry off," he said. "Sorry about earlier again."

"It's not your fault," I heard myself say.

He closed the curtain behind him. I heard the blow dryers start up a moment later. I wanted to sag against the wall and disappear into the tiles. How could this have happened? It was just supposed to be fun. A blowjob is a blowjob, right?

I pushed myself off the wall and rinsed off myself. My thighs and rump were soaked in thick canine seed. The hot water and steam felt good, but I only lingered a moment before turning off the water and exiting.

Javier stood near the door. His fur was slightly damp, but would air-dry quickly. I stepped in front of the blow driers. There were four mounted on the wall, two pointing down, two pointing up. With the help of a towel to get the worst of the moisture out of my fur, I took my time drying off. Wet fox smell isn't the most pleasant, I knew. I closed my eyes as I leaned forward into the upper driers, feeling the hot air ruffling my fur.

I jumped when I felt paws on my hips and turned around. The heavy air shot through my pelt as I stared up at Javier.

"You smell good," the canine said, his voice a low growl. He leaned in, pressing his muzzle to my chest.

"Thanks," I said. "You do too."

That was lame and I knew it. But what else was I supposed to say? I didn't know how to react. Javier was gay. I was almost totally certain of that. His fingers curled over my belly, then my sides, as his muzzle pressed into my sternum, inhaling my scent. I shivered as his tongue licked against my fur, but then his muzzle met mine for another kiss.

He felt so good. So warm, so powerful, so masculine. His arms wrapped around my lower back, pulling me in tight as the kiss went long. I wrapped both arms around his neck, unable to stop myself. I wanted him. I did. But I didn't want him to think I was using him. Which I was.

I was not a good person.

He broke the kiss and licked my nose, then let me go. I realized he'd lifted me up into the air as my toes hit the tiles. I grinned stupidly as he found a towel and wrapped it around his hips. His cock had retreated into his sheath, but I could still see the bulge through the fabric. I shivered again.

"I'll see you back downstairs," Javier said.

I nodded. "See you."

After he left, I finished drying, then found my gym bag. I had two choices. I could wear my normal clothes, look like a guy, and slip out the back without anyone knowing. I could simply not show up at the restroom anymore. I'd have to drop my classes and change colleges, probably out of state. I couldn't remember if Javier knew my last name or not. He had my cell phone number, but I could change that easily enough. And then I'd be clear. He wouldn't be able to chase me around if I were at a different school and I wouldn't be tempted to keep doing whatever this was turning into.

The other choice was to dress in the clothes he'd paid for, pretend for him, and let him show me off at the party. I wasn't sure whether I'd be able to pull it off. Or if I wanted to pull it off. Or if I wanted to stop whatever it was this was turning into. In fact, a part of me that I hated was thrilled that Javier was so interested in me. I mean, what else could he be? The way he kissed me...

I reached for the pink skirt and black tank top in the bag. I put on the bra, stuffed it with some toilet paper, and wriggled into the panties. Fortunately, nobody came in by the time I snuck out of the bathroom and trotted down the hall. My heart was pounding in my chest even more than when I'd first shown up. Would everyone know what we'd done? Would they recognize me? Would they realize I wasn't really a girl?

After dousing myself in perfume and stashing my bag back in Javier and Rick's room, I stood at the top of the stairs, trying to breath normally. The party was getting loud now. It was late, almost midnight. Sweat, musk, and alcohol seeped through the house. Pounding rap and rock music played from speakers in the main lounge; I could hear more noises and partying from the back yard.

A large brown paw came to rest on my shoulder. I yelped and jumped a foot in the air, turned, and flailed my arms as my left foot missed the stair. I began to fall backwards, but the paw snagged my arm and pulled me back.

"Hey! Careful!"

I looked up and realized Rick was holding onto me. I nodded gratefully.

"Thanks."

The kangaroo grinned. "No problem." His expression turned slightly more serious. "Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Yeah, sure."

I wondered if he meant "blowjob" when he said "talk," but he led me back to the room he shared with Javier and sat on a chair at a small desk in the corner. I sat on the bed.

He studied me for a few moments before speaking.

"I know you think we're just a bunch of dumb jocks..."

I cut in right away. "No! No, that's not-"

He help up a paw. "Let me finish. I know you think we're just a bunch of dumb jocks. I get it, you know. I ain't all that smart when it comes to books and stuff. But me and Javier, we're smart in other ways. We're smart with our bodies, you know? When we're on the field, we can look at people and know which way they're gonna move, where the ball is gonna go. It's a different kind of smart."

He paused for a moment, but I didn't speak. This was the most I'd ever heard him talk.

"Okay, so I'm not that good with words. But I see Javier look at you, dude. I can read him just like I can read someone on the field."

I hung my head, ears burning.

"You know he talks about you when you're not around?"

I looked up at Rick, eyes wide. How many people knew?

"He only talks to me, don't worry. I know you're gay. I'm not. I just like blowjobs. Which you're pretty fuckin' great at, by the way." He grinned. "But Javier... he thinks he's straight. But he's not. You know? He really ain't. Nothing wrong with it. I got a cousin who plays for that team, he's a good dude."

He stopped and took a breath. I could see him trying to think of the right words to say.

"I just want you to know that." He stood and approached me, smile disappearing, fists clenching at his sides as he towered over me. I tried not to shrink into the covers. "But we're friends. We look out for each other when we're on the field, you know? And we look out for each other off the field."

He stared at me for a few long, uncomfortable moments. I tried to hold his gaze, but my foot trembled.

"If you hurt him, I'll hurt you."

I swallowed.

"He don't know what he wants right now. He likes being one of the guys. He thinks if he's gay he can't be one anymore. He's kind of right."

My sociology paper was going to explode my professor's mind.

"Anyways... I thought you needed to know."

My mouth was dry. "I already did."

His paws relaxed. "And?"

"I don't know what to do," I said, and hung my head.

Rick laughed unexpectedly and sat on the bed next to me.

"Neither does he. I got no clue either. Just don't fuck it up." He punched me in the shoulder and I winced. "Oops... sorry. C'mon, let's go downstairs to the party."

I nodded and stood. He opened the door and looked over his shoulder at me. "By the way... if Javier is gonna be looking out for you, so am I. Just so you know."

"Thanks, Rick."

The big kangaroo slapped me on the back as I walked into the hallway past him, making me stumble in my purple sandals.

"You do look hot in those clothes, though."

"Thanks, Rick."

He laughed as we walked down the stairs together. I thought about what he'd said. Maybe I wasn't the bad guy after all. I mean, if Javier wanted a... a relationship, that's what I'd do for him. The realization made me smile and lifted a weight off my chest. If he wanted me to dress up, I would. If he wanted to show me off, he could show me off. Maybe the big dumb canine was big and dumb, but if he wanted to be my big dumb canine...

Rick and I found Javier in the kitchen playing beer pong. Rick wandered off after a while, but I leaned against the counter and watched. Javier grinned at me every time he managed to toss the little ping pong balls into the cups. He really was cute... I decided to relax a little and got a beer out of the fridge.

When I turned around, Javier was making a shot at his opponent's last cup. I couldn't help smiling as I watched him declare victory, pumping his arms up in the air and making his opponent chug the remaining cups. The Doberman strode over to me with a six-pack of beer that had been on the table - his prize.

"Did you see that last shot? I totally nailed it."

I grinned and nodded. "Yeah, it was good. Hey, listen... can we go talk somewhere?"

Javier nodded. "No problem. Want to go upstairs?"

I imagined what would happen. I knew his libido was powerful enough to get his engines going once we were alone in such tempting quarters. I shook my head.

"Naw, let's go out back and talk."

We walked out of the back door of the kitchen into the backyard. It was quieter here, but there was still a music player hooked up to speakers pumping out rock songs. Most of the people in the back were hanging out on the deck, which looked out over a grassy backward. There was a tall wooden fence surrounding the yard, with large trees and shrubs lining the sides and outer side of the back wall. We walked through the yard, through a gate in the corner, and towards the middle of the back fence. Javier sat down and leaned back against the fence before cracking open a beer.

I took a sip from mine as he happily chugged half of his. There was a small dirt alley in front of us and the back of a few other houses across the street. It was mostly dark, with only a single lamp about twenty feet away providing any light. I curled my tail over my lap.

"Rick talked to me."

"Yeah? About what?"

His arm reached out and pulled me against his side. I sighed as I leaned into him.

"About... us."

The fingers slowly tickling my shoulder stopped. I sat up and turned to face him. His face was creased with worry lines.

"He wanted me to make sure that I didn't... hurt you." Could I sound more ridiculous? Me, hurting this hulking beast of a Doberman?

"Hurt me? How?" He grinned and tossed back the rest of the can, crushed it in his paw, and curled his arms to show off his biceps. "See? I don't get hurt easy."

"Not... not physically," I said, wishing for the moment I'd never met him. Why was it so hard to talk about this? "I mean... about us. I like you, Javier."

"I like you too, dude." He draped his arm over my shoulder and pulled me against his side again.

"Javier... you're gay."

"Naw, dude, I just like blowjobs."

"Javier..."

His arm pulled me closer. "We're just friends."

"Friends don't... don't do what we do. They don't... kiss... like we do."

He didn't say anything for a while. His short claws tickled my shoulder.

"But I like kissing you," he said, eventually.

"I... I like it too," I said. "But Javier... you're not straight. Straight guys don't like kissing other guys."

The Doberman's broad head turned towards me, a confused look on his face.

"But you said yourself, a blowjob is just a blowjob."

"Right, but Javier..."

"But you didn't just give me a blowjob."

"Yeah."

"And a rump is a rump."

"Yeah."

"But it's not?"

"No."

He sighed. "I'm confused."

"Javier, you're gay. You like me. I like you. We're both gay."

"But what about Rick?"

"Rick likes blowjobs and ass. He'd prefer a girl, but I give good blowjobs and I have a good ass. I'm zero maintenance, a fling, someone he can fuck and forget."

"Oh."

"Do you think about me?"

"Well..." He shifted, reached for another beer, cracked it open. "Yeah." He drank most of it in one go.

"I think about you, too."

His paw tightened briefly around my shoulder.

"I... I like that," he said, grinning.

"Javier, I feel really bad. I was using you."

"Using me?"

"Yeah."

"You were using me?" he asked again.

"Well... yeah. I took advantage of you."

I wasn't prepared for the laugh. His whole body shook. "Nah, dude... ha ha ha!"

"What's so funny? I got it into your head that a blowjob is a blowjob, and now I have to tell you you're gay because it's not just a blowjob between you and me!" I felt flushed and indignant. I pushed myself away from him.

He stopped laughing, but his grin remained. "Dude... seriously, me and Rick were double-teaming you like crazy the last few months. We weren't being used."

"From your perspective."

"My what?"

"From your point of view."

"Oh."

He finished the second beer, crushed the can, and tossed it a few feet away. His paws grasped me and pulled me into his lap. I squirmed as I found my rump on top of his meaty sheath. Both of his powerful arms wrapped around my chest and belly. I could feel his warm breath on my ears and his hard belly and chest against my back.

"So... I'm gay?"

"Yeah."

"I don't feel gay. I feel the same."

"You feel the same as you always have?"

"Yeah. So?"

"So... you've always been gay."

"Huh." He leaned his muzzle on top of my head, between my ears. "But what about the girls I've been with?"

"You ever date a girl?"

"Nah, I don't like kissing girls."

His answer lingered in the air for a while. Eventually, he squeezed me firmly around the middle.

"I get it."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"And?"

"I'm okay."

That was a relief.

"So if I'm gay, and I like kissing you, I guess that means... uh... you're my boyfriend."

My heart thumped in my chest at those words.

"If you want me to be."

"Yeah, I do, it's just..."

"You're worried what your other friends will think."

"Yeah. Is that bad?"

I shook my head. "No. It's not. I understand. Rick knows, by the way. He doesn't care. He likes you because you're a good person, not because he thought you were straight."

"Rick said that?"

"Yeah."

"But only Rick?"

"Yeah."

"So you don't mind..."

I grinned and shifted my hips, rubbing my rump over his bulge. My tail was sticking out the side, laying half across his thigh, so I lifted the tip and brushed it over his muzzle teasingly. If he needed me to play dress-up for him...

"I don't mind."

"Hrmff... thanks..."

We didn't say anything for a while after that. I just laid back against him, his arms around me, and we both looked up at the stars. I wondered about the future, what might come of this. I hadn't been in a real relationship for a few years. I'd decided it was too much work with school and a boyfriend. I figured relationships could come after I had a real job. But now... my whole life was opening up before me, my thoughts going places I hadn't considered, but mostly, I thought about Javier as I stared up into the deep, clear night sky.

The big Dobie's teeth caught one of my ears and tugged on it playfully. "I'm bored."

I laughed and squirmed as his paws wriggled up and down my chest and belly, tickling me.

"Okay, okay! Let's go back to the party!"

"Oh! Let's play beer pong!"

I scooted from his lap and stood. He was on his feet a moment later, but his arms turned me around and pulled me in against his front. I looked up at him, at his big, dumb face and his big, friendly eyes and smiled. He smiled back and leaned over, lips pressing into mine, tongue invading. I moaned and leaned into him, arms around his midsection. His paws reached down, cupping my rump, groping at me.

"I really like kissing you," he mumbled, teeth catching my lower lip.

I closed my eyes and kissed him back.