Phil and James: Under the Bed
#5 of Phil and James
BANG! BANG! BANG! "Uncle Phil? Are you almost done? It's already 8:30!" asked James through the door. Phil sighed and turned the shower off, his penis finally receding into his sheath as he climbed out and began to towel off. "Just about, buddy. Meet me in my bedroom."
James wagged and padded happily into Phil's room, an idea popping into his head. "I should get all the gear ready to show Uncle Phil how responsible I am!" He smiled and went into the closet, grabbing a pair of wetsuits, in as close an approximation to their sizes as possible. "Goggles..." he muttered to himself, unaware that everything else was in the garage. He looked under the bed and saw 6 identical boxes. He pulled the closest one out and lifted it onto the bed. "Uncle Phil is going to be so proud of me!" he giggled excitedly to himself and popped open the box.
What he found wasn't masks, but what looked like dog accessories. "What's this?" he queried to himself as he started to pull things out of the box. First he pulled out a pair of matching black leather collars with tags on them. One said "Sir", and one said a word that the kit couldn't even bring himself to repeat in his own mind. He had called his mom the "B-word" once and got a red paw-mark on his cheek for his trouble. He wasn't going to risk the same reaction from the much stronger snow leopard in the other room. He pulled out what looked like more collars, only smaller smaller and wider, with padded leather on the inside, as well as a harness.
"Phil doesn't own a dog..." whispered James, but he sure did own a lot of dog dongs. James reached in and pulled out a small red canine dildo, about 4 inches long and an inch wide, with a 2 inch wide knot at the base. "JAMES!" shouted Phil, causing the kit to practically hit the ceiling. He turned around to expecting to see an angry Uncle Phil, but the snow leopard was sporting an expression of fear, rather than rage, a towel tied around his waist.
"U... Uncle Phil... what are these?" Phil couldn't exactly tell the kit the truth, that he had bought those particular items in preparation for this week alone together. He would risk scaring James away then-and-there. "W... well... they... were my ex's..." he sighed, walking over to the pair of wetsuits laid on the bed, checking their sizes.
"You had a girlfriend?" The fox had never thought of Uncle Phil as dating people. In his eyes, he was a cool bachelor. "B... boyfriend, actually." replied Phil, eliciting a shocked response from James . "BOYFRIEND?! But Uncle Phil... you're a boy." Phil chuckled softly and handed him the smaller wetsuit. "You'll wanna get naked. Those are hard to put on over clothes." He removed his towel and sat on the edge of the bed, putting left leg into the leg hole. "Sometimes boys like other boys. It's called being gay." He looked over to the pup, who was already down to his fur and trying to put the wetsuit on, both legs at once and failing miserably.
"Give me a second, and I'll help you." The fox nodded and sat on the bed. Phil expertly pulled his wetsuit up his legs and over his body, setting it onto h-s shoulders and zipping it up in the front. "So... if a boy likes another boy... they can be boyfriends?" asked James, somewhat skeptically, but also understandingly. Phil walked over to James and stood him up, kneeling in front of him and helping him don his sleek neoprene suit. "Well, yeah. If you both want it. I mean.". He turned the kit around and pulled it over his shoulders. He reached down and began zipping the back zipper. James thought for a moment, and then spoke.
"So why don't you be my boyfriend?"