Beneath the Surface
#1 of The Young Fox Chronicles
Author's Notes:
Before you read, there is something that I feel, as the writer of this piece of fiction, that you should know. The content within this story is not intended to make you 'horny'. It is not made purposely to make you feel the need to paw off, or something along those lines. It is a love story that is intended to state an important moral lesson: never become something that you are not. Do not hide yourself in fear that your friends and family will not accept you for who you really are.
Also, keep in mind that this story does, in fact, contain homosexual situations. If you are not into this sort of thing, I suggest that you read it anyway, because the homosexuality is only a minor factor in the much larger plot. People of all genders, races, and sexual preferences should be able to get something out of this.
My gift to my public. Enjoy.
The alarm clock buzzed loudly within his sensitive black ears, which motivated him to curl up into a ball and pull the soft, warm sheets over his head to blur out the annoying sound. He let out a flustered groan, and threw the sheets back, his expression little less than aggravated. He huffed loudly, and, with every ounce of energy that he could muster up in this drowsy state, lifted his upper body forward. "Well," he began to tell himself within his mind, "at least it's Friday."
About that time, his mother peeked her petite vulpine head through the crack of the door. "Good morning, hun." She stated with a smile. "You up?" Not wanting to exercise his raspy voice box any more than he had to, he gave a nod and rubbed his eyes. "Alright, I'll run your water. Your clothes are on the bathroom counter." Before he had time to reply, she shut the door. He just smiled and shook his head. Although he was seventeen, she still found the need to set his clothes out and run his shower water when he woke up. That same fox had raised him from day one with the utmost care, always putting him first before herself. They were close; perhaps too close for a teenage fox and his mother, but because of that closeness he had always had a very stable family life, although his parents had gotten a divorce little over a year earlier. Awaking from his trance, he decided it best to get into the shower as quickly as possible before he fell asleep once again. He was notorious for not being a "Morning Person", as some would call it.
He completed all of the necessary tasks of the morning, including the wonderful smelling cologne that everyone at school always complimented him on, and the fifteen minute hair styling session. It was obvious that this fox took pride in his looks, and all of his efforts paid off.
He was a very attractive red fox, standing around five feet tall with a slim and toned figure. He looked at himself through the bathroom mirror, noting his small, thin body, thinking of how three years ago he had been over a hundred pounds heavier. His yellow eyes seemed to look straight through you when he spoke, and his long, bushy tail made you want to grab it, just to feel the soft texture. He wore his traditional khaki cargo pants, along with an ironed polo tee, navy in color with horizontal stripes of baby blue. Everyone always complimented him on the way he dressed, and with good reason. Although he sometimes hated to admit hit, he was something of a prep. Very popular, well liked by peoples of all groups, whether popular, middle class, or poor. He made good grades, was a fantastic artist, and to top it all off, was a senior in High School. He had everything going for him, and then some. Although all of this was laid out before him, however, he never lost the foremost important thing that he was always taught: he kept his humility. All of these wonderful traits together formed the wonderful person that was Ty.
"I'm about to run." He said to his mother, just as he did every morning before he left for school as he passed through the living room, into the dining room where his truck keys lay.
"Be careful!" She chimed, getting up to hug him as he made his way to the door, his backpack around his shoulder and his key ring wrapped around his middle toe. They said their goodbyes, and he left.
Another morning under the belt.
He walked through the double doors, and, like clockwork, his friends greeted him from the student lounge ahead. They waved, smiled, laughed, just as they always did. It seemed like people just naturally flocked toward his personality. He loved to make people laugh, so, naturally, people just loved to be around him, and he loved to have people around them just the same. He pulled out a chair and turned it around backwards, seating himself at one of the many tables in the lounge.
"So how was it?" Asked a Siamese cat friend of his, his yellow eyes glowing with curiosity. "Are you alright?"
A female red panda made her voice known. "I'm sorry, Ty. If I would have known, I-"
"Really, I'm fine." He replied, shaking his head with a smile. "It was time we went our separate ways."
"Well, what did she say?" asked the cat. "Did she just dump you on the spot, or what?"
"No, nothing like that. She just told me she had feelings for her ex, and I told her I was going to be the only one or nothing; no exceptions. I made her choose, and, well... she chose him."
The red panda seemed to be sad. "Well, she just doesn't know what she's missing out on. Her loss, Ty."
The fox smiled. "Thanks." As the bell rung for first period, he stood up. "But really, I'm fine. Don't worry about me." They all nodded, and went their separate ways. As he walked, enjoying the quiet, he felt a familiar tugging on his tail. He rolled his eyes, smiled, and spoke. "Very funny, CC."
CC: Best described as the one true friend that Ty had. He was a tall, slender grey wolf with huge blue eyes, half hidden by a pair of prescription glasses that he always wore. He was quiet, unpopular, and often wore clothes that easily blended in, with no true flare of its own. Although they were complete opposites in almost every way, they still remained the best of friends since they were pups. "Guess what I got?" The wolf stated with a sneaky grin on his muzzle.
"Let me guess. Star Wars Episode III on DVD?" He looked back with a smirk, raising his eyebrows as if to say, "I already knew that."
The wolf nodded in reply. "You're coming over today, right? We can watch it in all our nerdy-ness."
"Hey, don't let anyone know I'm a nerd or my reputation's finished." Ty replied comically. He shook his head as they approached their lockers, which just so happened to be right next to each other. "No, I can't come over today. I got plans."
"Plans?" Replied CC, giving him a 'yeah, right" look. "Alright, attend to your 'plans', then." He said with a laugh.
The fox turned to him and smiled. "I just need to be alone, alright? Don't take it personal." He said, shrugging. "Besides, parent/teacher conferences are tonight. Mom'll expect me to be there."
"Alright, alright. See you at lunch, then." he stated. The comment was returned with a nod, and the two went off to class.
First period was always the best, mainly because of the teacher. It certainly wasn't because of the class; Ty hated American History with a passion. The teacher, however, was a different story. His name was Mr. Weston, and he was nearly every student's favorite teacher. He was a riot in class, yet he still managed to teach them all something some way or another. He was an Alaskan Husky; broad shoulders, standing at the very least six feet tall, with a coat of white and grey that made every woman want him and ever y man want to be him. Most peculiar of his physical traits was his eyes; they were different colors. His left eye was a shade of muted yellow, while his right a deep blue. Those eyes were amazing.
Aside from the fact that they just liked each other in general, Ty and Mr. Weston had known each other many years prior to Ty's coming to high school. He was a personal friend of Ty's mother's, because he was the son of one of her friend's. She had always liked him, and he had always been something of an older brother figure to Ty, being that he was an only child himself. They had lost touch after Mr. Weston moved off to college, but it wasn't long before they were re-acquainted when he received a job at Ty's high school. Ty seated himself in his normal desk, and laid his head down upon the flat surface. Memories of his past relationship began to surface. He wanted to forget them, but he couldn't, and he came to the point where he didn't even try to stop them anymore. A shadow caught his attention as it made its way closer to his own.
"Rough morning, kid?" Said Mr. Weston, crossing his arms as he leaned back on the unoccupied desk to the right of the young fox. Ty said nothing; he only shook his head in response. "Better chin up. PTA's are tonight; don't want me to tell your mother you've been slacking off." He said with a chuckle. Ty turned his face towards him and smiled. "Let me know if you want to talk later, alright? I'm always here; you know that." Ty smiled, and nodded in return.
The rest of the day, like any other, was boring and drawn out.
"As I was saying, Ty's been as attentive as always, Ms. Beach." Concluded Mr. Weston with a smile, while he looked towards both Ty and his mother.
Satisfied, Ty's mother stood up to raise her hand, but she was distracted by the ringing of her cell phone. Rolling her eyes, she flipped the portable device and began to speak. "Yes?" There was a long pause as her face became increasingly aggravated. "What do you mean you can't keep him? I was depending on you." She said angrily, yet quietly as she turned away from the teacher. "Fine; there's nothing I can do about it. Goodbye." Her tone was dripping with disdain as she hung up the phone and turned to Ty. "Sweetheart, I'm sorry, but your father can't keep you this weekend. He's going on a trip with his boss."
Ty rolled his eyes. "And this makes it different than any other time how?" He shook his head, having been reminded at just what kind of a person his father really was. "It doesn't matter; I can stay by myself at the house."
"No, you can't. I'm sorry, but I just wouldn't feel safe with you being an entire week by yourself. Something could happen."
"Nothing's going to happen, I promise!"
"That decision is not up to-"
"Umm... Mrs. Beach?" Interrupted Mr. Weston, a sophisticated smile upon his muzzle. She turned her attention to him. "I would be more than happy to keep him next week."
She smiled. "Oh, no; I couldn't possibly ask you to do something like that."
"I can stay with CC, can't I?" Asked Ty, aggravated at his mother's over protectiveness.
"No, you can't." She replied swiftly. "You'd stay up all night playing video games. I know you two." Ty rolled his eyes.
"Seriously, it's no problem. I live by myself, so I'd enjoy the company." He smiled.
Ms. Beach seemed to be deep in thought. "You're sure you wouldn't mind? He won't be any trouble?"
"Not at all." He replied. "Just have him come over whenever he wants; I won't mind at all."
For a moment, she just stood there, smiling, until finally she walked over to him and shook his hand. "Alright, then. Thank you so much; you're really helping us out a lot."
Ty just shook his head. "This is going to be very strange." He told himself in his mind.
The weekend flew by quick enough, and before he knew it, Ty was off to Mr. Weston's. It was easy enough to find the place; their town's population was barely above 1000. He found himself in a large apartment complex, and thankfully, he knew which one was his teacher's. After grabbing his bags from his truck, he walked up to the door and knocked, then dropped his keys. The door came open as he bent down to get them.
"Hey, Ty." Came a familiar voice.
"Hey Mr. W-" His words seemed to slip away as he leaned up to find his teacher in nothing but an pair of cotton gym shorts. It wasn't that he saw most of his body, but more along the lines of he had never seen so much of one of his teachers before. It was a little more than surprising.
His teacher laughed. "Sorry, didn't think you'd mind. Normally I just walk around in these when I'm in the house."
Ty smiled. "No, it's no big deal. It's just odd seeing you in something other than a dress up shirt and khakis." He said with a laugh. His teacher welcomed him in, and the door shut behind him. Ty looked around the room to find that everything was perfectly in other; nothing was out of place. "Wow." He said, continuing to look around. "Didn't picture you as a neat freak, Mr. Weston."
"Aw, come on, call me Wes. You know you want to." He said, rolling his eyes. "It gets on my nerves.
"Heh, sorry." He set his bags over by the sofa while Wes walked into the kitchen. Ty happened to catch a glimpse of him as he leaned over the kitchen table to grab a magazine. "Wow, he's got a really tight butt. He must work out." He said to himself. Almost instantly, he shook his head. "What the hell am I thinking?!" He asked himself quizzically. He had no idea where that came from. He suddenly began picking apart at his mind as to why he would even ask such a thing, when his train of thought was interrupted.
"Ty? Helloo?" Wes looked towards his student quizzically. "Ty!"
He shook himself out of his trance. "What? Oh, sorry." The young man looked as if he had just figured out something very disturbing.
"Something wrong?"
"No; nothing." Wes looked as if he knew he was lying. Ty quickly changed the subject. "So am I just going to sleep on the couch?"
"Yeah, if you want." He said with a smile, scratching his perfectly furred stomach. "I got plenty of pillows and blankets. I'll hook you up good before bed." He said while seating himself in a recliner across from the couch. "Have a seat; talk to me."
He nodded, then stretched out on the couch. "Alright. What do you wanna talk about?"
"Nothing in particular; just how you've been. By the way, you look real good. You're not that little chubby fox everybody used to make fun of any more." He laughed.
Ty smiled. "Yeah. Got tired of being fat, so I set my mind to it." He scratched the back of his head. "Best decision I ever made."
Wes nodded. "How's your love life?"
"Not so good." He replied, looking down. "Broke up with Kassie yesterday."
The husky looked surprised. "Kassie? Isn't that the little vixen that you've been seeing since grade school?"
He nodded. "The same one." Ty stared into the abyss as thoughts processed through his mind all over again. "We just... we were so close, then it just..." He sighed. "I don't know."
"How close were you guys? Did you ever..."
"Weston!"
He laughed. "What? Just between us guys."
Ty rolled his eyes. "Yeah. We did...a lot."
"Oh, really?" Wes said with a laugh. "Well, all I can say is good job. Even if she dumped you, at least she was still worth a few good yiffs, right?"
Ty looked towards his teacher, dumbfounded. He was having a hard time filtering out the teacher side that he had gotten so used to. He had always been this way, but it had been a while since they had seen each other outside the classroom. His smile eventually faded. "...as a matter of fact, I think that's part of the reason she dumped me. She made the comment that I wasn't...giving her enough, if you know what I mean."
"Listen, it wouldn't matter if you were a horse; if you don't know how to use that thing, it don't mean crap. It's all in how you use it; not how big it is." He said with a smirk.
"I'll keep that in mind." He said, finding himself occasionally surveying the length of his teacher's exposed body. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, he had an incredible figure. He would shake the thoughts out of his head and never give them another thought. The two talked for hours, about girls, about games, tv, and every other thing that males at those ages are interested in.
Some time later, Wes took a glance at the clock. "Good grief; 11:00 already. Bed time, buddy." He said, raising up out of the recliner.
"Aww, come on. Can't we stay up longer?"
"Sorry, can't disobey your mother. You know how that goes; I gotta be responsible at least some of the time."
Ty sighed. "Alright, alright." Wes then retrieved several pillows and blankets from his bedroom down the hall, and handed them to the young man.
"Night."
"G'night."
That night, Ty found it hard to sleep. He couldn't stop thinking about Kassie. He began to think about their sexual episodes, which, to him were great, but obviously the other party did not agree. Soon, he felt a familiar tingle in his groin. Normally he did not give into masturbation, but he was going to make an exception in this burdened state of his. He slid down his boxers down to his ankles, as he normally did, and held the covers up with his left, and began to feel of himself with his right. He softly caressed his delicate sack ever so slightly, occasionally giving a soft tug to his sheath, until his member began to harden and throb. He continued to think of the vixen's wide hips, and then himself thrusting everything he had into her tight, wet love hole. Before he knew it, he was whapping away at himself, when suddenly, thoughts of Wes filled his head. He pictured him leaning over the counter, those tight shorts showing every curve of his beautiful rear. He suddenly pictured himself sliding those same shorts off of him, exposing his beautiful, dangling, fur covered sack. "This is wrong!" He told himself, continuing to pound upon his rod. "I don't care...nobody will know..." The visions intensified. Suddenly, he found himself bent over, while Weston thrust his own member, long, huge, and throbbing, into his tight tail hole. He wanted that muscular, manly wolf on top of him, and he wanted him inside of himself. His breathing became heavy. He became enveloped in a trance as he thought of these newfound images of which he had never even fathomed of before. He felt the familiar tightening up of his shaft, as he let out a soft, "Oh, Weston!". He held the pressure off as long as he could, until he let it all go, his beautiful load shooting all over his red and white coat. The feeling was incredible.
"Ty?" the voice sent him into a panic as he jerked the covers close to himself. "Whoah, whoops!" He said, laughing as he walked back towards his bedroom. "Sorry, thought I heard you coughing. Um... feel free to continue!" He closed the door, his laughter continuing for a brief moment.
Ty continued to breath heavily as he wiped off his semen covered hand on his leg. "Oh my god," He thought to himself, "What if he heard me? He's going to think I'm a freaking fag..." He lie there, distraught. "Why did I just do that? Why would I even think those things?" He shook his head, sighed, and pulled his boxers back up. He was going to have to do some serious thinking tomorrow.
- END -
Well, there's part one. If you would like to read more, then tell me so! Drop a review to let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. So, for now, I'll say goodbye.