Sixam’s Razor III: A Little Exercise
#3 of Sixam's Razor
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Sixam (c) Me
Razor (c) My Mate
Enix (c) His Player [cameo]
Sixam's Razor III: A Little Exercise
By: Sixam
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While Razor kept nuzzling his new friend, finding it nice to finally get to nuzzle someone so freely, the young fox spoke up.
"So what do you want to do now that we have seen the gorge? It is still early. Want to go back home and do something? Or we could go back to the lagoon if you still want to watch me swim. Whatever you want to do, I'll do it."
When Sixam said to go back to the house and do something, his mind went to the gutter due to what they were discussing earlier. He smiled at the smaller male slightly and when he heard the suggestion of watching him swim, Razor closed his eyes to think. Was swimming a good idea for the boy? Right now with his sore rear? Deciding against it, he got up slowly. "I can watch you swim another time. So maybe we should head back to the house."
"To the house it is." He got off the rock and started to walk, slowly at first so Razor could catch up with him and so that they could walk together. "So what do you want to do when we get back home? Anything special you had on mind?" Sixam asked.
Following closely then by his side, Razor thought silently for a moment. "Well...it depends on what you think is special, but mostly I think you just need rest and light exercise for now."
"Ok then. I guess I could use..." the fox yawned and stretched, "...a little rest and relaxation." He looked at Razor quizzically, "What kind of light exercise?" he asked as they approached the house
"Things like...stretching. Mainly stuff that won't hurt you but will help you recover." The larger male said smiling slightly as they headed into the house.
Sixam stepped inside and closed the door behind them. "So where do you want to do this stretching?" he asked, "And what kind of stretching?"
Razor blinked a bit and sat down. "Er...well...I don't know. Like this I guess." He stretched the way he did that morning.
Sixam sat down next to Razor and mimicked his movements. Trying to make conversation, he asked, "So where do you come from?" He wanted to find out more about his new companion but he did not know what to ask.
The werewolf watched him and smiled slightly but when he was asked where he came from, he looked up, thinking about it for a moment. "Well...I used to be in pack...but they were killed." He looked away. "I did have a place to stay but took a stroll to see the world."
The red and white male looked down. "I'm sorry to hear that about your pack." He then looked at Razor, "I'm glad your stroll brought you here." He grinned sheepishly.
Looking at the teen and nodding slowly, Razor said, "So am I." He smiled slightly and then rolled onto his back, padding the air as if taking a playful run.
Sixam giggled a little bit when he saw Razor roll onto his back and start to pad the air. "Do you want me to do that as well?" he asked with a little laugh.
Razor grinned and nodded, panting happily as his tail was brushing the ground. "Yes...It's a good exercise, and it doesn't put pressure on anything really.
Sixam giggled some more before rolling onto his back and started mimicking the actions of the older male again. "This is fun, "he said with a giggle.
Watching the boy, his ears twitched when he heard him giggle. He smiled and just kept padding the air cheerfully, nodding. "Yes...plus it's good practice for when you do go for a run since your muscles are use to it."
Sixam thought for a moment. "Yes, I guess it is good practice for the muscles. To tell the truth, I don't do that much exercising. I mean I walk and I swim, but that is about it. I guess that's why I'm so scrawny."
"Well, I'll have to stick around and help you buff up a little," grinning and looking to him, "Swimming is good. It's pretty hard so it takes a lot of strength, but get the hang of it and it can be very useful." He rolled onto his side, looking at his small companion, just smiling slightly.
"Well I hope you do stick around." He smiled back at Razor. "I'm not an Olympic swimmer but I can hold my own...at the very least I won't drown." He laughed a little at his comment. "So am I to keep doing this or are we done for now?"
"That's good to know, you fall in the water you won't drown." He closed his eyes slowly. You don't need to keep doing that. Take a break if you want."
Sixam stopped padding the air and lay panting for a bit. He then looked at the older male with his eyes closed and got an idea that might surprise the werewolf. He slowly and quietly rolled over and crawled over to Razor. Once he was close, he licked him on the cheek and waited for a reaction.
Razor's eyes shot open when he was licked. Looking at the fox, he blinked and smiled softly, blushing under his fur a little. "What was that for? Not that I didn't enjoy it."
Sixam smiled at his new friend. "I just felt like doing it. I don't know why. So is there anything that you would like to do now? I'm kind of bored. We've had breakfast, been to the gorge and done some exercise. Hmm...what else can we do?"
The older male smiled slightly. "Well...um..." he was unsure on if they should go again or if that was where Sixam was leaning towards. "We can do anything you want. Just name it."
"I keep telling you that you are the guest. I'll do whatever you would like to do. Although, if it were up to me...I would like to do more of what we did yesterday." He smiled at Razor but he knew he was blushing.
"I'm not use to being a guest." He laughed before rolling onto his stomach and nuzzled the young male. "If that's what you want, I'd be more than happy to try it again." He said licking Sixam's cheek tentatively.
"It is what I want to do. I want to do it very much." He giggled as his cheek was licked.
Razor smiled as Sixam said it was what he wanted to do. That smile turned into a grin as he heard the fox giggle, finding it irresistible.
Sixam continued, "So do you want to stay here or should we move to the bedroom?"
Looking around when he was asked where they should do it, he looked around slowly. "Er...well...I guess the bed would be a better idea since you can sleep in it and it should be comfy. Plus it saves crawling up the stairs afterwards or lying on the floor." He smiled softly.
Sixam stood up. "So what are we waiting for? Let's go." he said with his tail wagging slightly. "Come on." He started walking toward the stairs. "I can't do it without you, you know."
Getting up quickly, he followed him chuckling. "Actually you kinda could, but I'm sure it would only be half as fun." Grinning, he lowered his head and ran under the boy, forcing him onto his shoulders. He bolted up the stairs he slowed once he reached the top and let Sixam down. "Lead the way. His tail was wagging around he was panting slightly just from being in a damned good mood.
"Well that's one way to get up the stairs. Kind of like my own personal elevator." Sixam smiled. He led the way to their bedroom, giggling a bit to himself at the thought of sharing it with Razor.
"Yes...I'm an elevator now," Razor said laughing.
Sixam entered their room and sat on the bed before getting a sheepish look on his face. "Umm...ok. Now what? I'm still new at this."
Jumping on the bed and nuzzling the boy with his tail waving, Razor thought for a moment. "Well..." not wanting to be too forward, "you have to get comfy." Shifting his eyes slightly, he added, "Unless you want to try and ride me." He looked at Sixam and started to blush under his fur."
Cocking his head, Sixam looked at the older male puzzled, "What do you mean by try and ride you?"
Razor cleared his throat and slowly lowered himself down. "Basically you're in control. Instead of me being on top, like last time, you get to be on top and chose how far it goes in and how fast and so on...it was just an option though." He smiled weakly.
"I don't really know what I'm doing. We can try that later. I think for now, you should be in control." He looked at Razor deeply. "So you said I have to get comfy?" He scooted back and lay down. "Is this good?"
Smiling as he watched, he walked over slowly and stood over the boy once he had scooted back. "Looks it." Leaning down he licked at the boy's chest gently, not going to rush things since that could be dangerous.
"That feels good," Sixam said barely audible.
Razor smirked, just catching it and nodding. He licked further down the boy's chest, his paws moving up a little and resting on Sixam's arms. Sixam closed his eyes and murred, his foxhood starting to come out of his sheath. He wanted this to go faster but knew that Razor was experienced and knew what was best. Razor's eyes scanned the new arrival to their little party and licked as the pink surprise gently, barely noticing his own ‘lipstick' poking its way out of his sheath.
The teen took in a sharp breath as he felt Razor's tongue on his member quite unexpectedly because his eyes were closed. With that little tease, his member has halfway out of his sheath, as if saying ‘give me more and I'll come out.'
Letting off a low, seductive growl, Razor eased his tongue over the teasing pink mass as it was inviting him to do more. Closing his eyes for a moment, he just enjoyed the taste and smells of his new lover and made his pleased state quite clear with the waving of his brushy tail.
Sixam opened his eyes when he heard the growl to see the older canine's tail wagging. "Somebody looks happy," Sixam said as his length unsheathed all the way.
Nodding as he looked at the fully erect mass of the fox, the larger male smirked, "Yes, somebody DOES look happy. He chuckled softly and licked up the whole mass, his breath warm but heavy. He then moved his attention down and started to lick at Sixam's rear once again.
Sixam laughed a little when he realized Razor was talking about him when he saw that he was fully erect. This caused Razor to smirk as he found the laughing cute. When his rear was licked, the fox moaned and got goose bumps. He was greatly enjoying this more so than last time and he said so.
"This feels a lot better than last time now that I'm not scared."
The larger male nodded and slowly licked up farther, once again tending to the fox's balls, growling softly as he was dying to take the boy...again. He closed his eyes and growled softly, "Well...ready for us to move on to the next step?" he asked, nuzzling the boy's lap gently and smiling softly.
Sixam replied with a simple nod and "Yes."
The werewolf smiled and crawled up slowly, licking the boy's chest and then his neck. Sixam murred as he was licked. Slowly, Razor started pressing his wolfen mass against the fox's puckered hole. As the teen felt the large member at his hole, he braced himself for what he knew was coming next. After waiting a moment, the larger male began to push himself forward, entering his new lover. Sixam groaned in pain as he was entered. It did not hurt as much as last time, but it still hurt.
Feeling himself enter Sixam, he closed his eyes tight, letting off a low, deep growl. The fox in turn grunted as he tried to relax and take Razor in fully. When he heard the growl from his new mate, a small wave of terror flowed though him but tried to push that out. He knew, or at least thought, that Razor would never do anything to hurt him.
The werewolf's tail stopped moving and as soon as he felt that enough had been inserted into the young fox, he stayed still for a moment, allowing him to get use to the intrusion. With this stop of action, the boy was happy for the break. It wasn't as tough as the first time but he was still not use to Razor's mass.
Razor started to lick and nip at Sixam's neck. When he did this, the smaller male put his arms around Razor's neck, trying to either pull Razor down or pull himself up to be closer to him. Razor then began to bite very gently at the large fox ears, letting off a calm murr. With his ears being bitten slightly, the younger of the two, yipped a little but calmed down when he heard the tranquil murring. Being held close to the smaller male, Razor allowed himself to be pressed against the other, secretly liking the closeness.
Sixam wanted to stay like this forever. Having someone that loved him physically made him happy. He started to cry and buried his face in Razor's shoulder so the older male would not know.
Once he felt that the boy had calmed down enough, he slowly started moving his mass in and out of the tight recesses he had once again found himself in. But stopped nibbling when he heard the yelp, thinking he had hurt the boy. As the fox buried his face in Razor's chest, the werewolf breathed calmly, keeping his movements slow and steady. He rubbed the side of his head against the top of the boy's. That was when he heard the fox's gentle weeping.
Stopping, Razor looked down at Sixam, "Am I hurting you?"
Sixam looked up at Razor with tears in his eyes. "No, you're not hurting me. I'm just really happy. I'm happy that I met you and I'm happy that you love me. It's really nice to have someone here with me, that's all." Sixam gave a weak smile.
Blushing at the word ‘love,' Razor nodded. "Happy tears?" he asked, nuzzling the boy's neck as he started to slowly move himself back and forth once again.
"Yes. Happy tears." Sixam said as he closed eyes and continued to hang on to Razor, moaning a bit every now and then.
He nodded again and licked at the fox's cheeks softly to lap up the tears, his thrusting getting slightly deeper as he did so but still kept his pace steady, for now.
Sixam grunted a bit as Razor's pace picked up speed. Then something entered his mind...something that the werewolf had said the day before. ‘Doggy-style.' He wanted to try that since he had already had it on his back. "Wait. Wait." He said softly but in a serious tone.
Once he was told to wait, Razor stopped and looked down to Sixam, blinking and speaking just as softly, "Is something wrong?" He seriously didn't want to hurt or upset the boy.
"No...not really. I just want to try something you mentioned yesterday. You called it ‘doggy-style.' I want to try that." He looked up at Razor with that look that only children can do when they are trying to get their way.
"Umm...doggy-style? I...er...can get a little carried away when doing it that way." He looked into the pleading eyes. "Are you sure you want to try it?" Since Sixam's eyes did not change, he nodded slowly and eased himself out of the boy.
Sixam grunted a little as Razor pulled out of him and let go of his neck. "Yes...I'm sure. I want to do this. I want to try everything that I can."
"You ...have to get onto all fours...and then...I can mount you." He blushed slightly at the thought of what they were about to do. His heart began pounding at the idea of doing it the way he found most natural. He was still a little wary though, he knew that he could lose himself a lot easier if they did it this way, but it was Sixam's choice. "I'll try to be gentle..." he said smiling softly to the young fox, waiting for him to move or signal that he had changed his mind.
Sixam giggled slightly at the word ‘mount' as he began to get into position. He hesitated once heard the were would say that he would try to be gentle. He wondered just how rough it could get and if he should back out. He pushed the thought about not doing it out of his mind. He wanted to try this, even if it got rough. Suddenly he realized that he had just stopped where he was and must have seemed hesitant to Razor.
He smiled weakly and got on his paws and knees. "Ok, I think I'm ready," he said with a wavering voice.
Razor watched the boy, noticing his halt in movement. Once he spoke, he could tell the difference in Sixam's voice. He didn't want to force the boy, but at the same time, he did not want to scare the fox into never allowing him to do this again. Smiling, he moved closer, licking up the young fox's rear and soon crept over him. He placed his paws on Sixam's stomach and shuffled closer.
Pressing the pink tip of his wolfen member against the boy's rear, he leaned in slowly to where his nose was by Sixam's ear. "When you're ready, I'll enter you again," he said, licking at his cheek softly.
Sixam took a deep breath and prepare himself. He knew it would still hurt but not as much because Razor was just in him a few moments before. He asked himself one more time if this was really what he wanted to do and he decided it was. With one more breath, he said "Ok. I'm ready."
Razor nodded slowly once the boy announced that he was ready. He pushed his mass forward and back into the depths it was occupying moments before. Closing his eyes, he rubbed his cheek against Sixam's gently and waited for the boy to adjust to him, know he would still need to.
Sixam grunted a bit as Razor entered his hole for a third time now. The pain wasn't as bad this time. "I must be getting use to it,' he thought happily but was still thankful that the larger male waited.
Once the werewolf felt that he had waited enough, he started to ease his lower region forward and then back slowly, the tops of his fingers pressing on the lower part of the young canine's sides, just above his hips. He wasn't pressing too hard, just enough to stabilize the boy a little as he started moving.
As Razor gripped his sides, the teen thought, ‘This isn't so bad. What was I worried about?'
With his cheek still pressed against Sixam's, he started to thrust a little faster into the fox. His paws moved slightly, his fingertips placed against the lower part of the young fur's stomach. Closing his eyes, he pulled Sixam ever so slightly closer to him, making him enter the young, red and white canine a little more. Holding him firmly, he kept a steady pace as his tail beat about and circle round slightly. He started breathing a little heavier, his tongue hanging out of his mouth slightly for a moment before he realized what he was doing and pulled it back into his mouth. He wanted to keep his control here and not give into his more animal side, even though he was mostly as animal.
Sixam started to moan as Razor picked up speed and started to press into his prostate more. He still didn't see how this could get rough. He was extremely enjoying this. The pleasure was great. He began to start panting.
Shutting his eyes tighter as he started thrusting harder, he held the boy firmly in place as he slowly started to lean his head back, his tail clearly showing his enjoyment. He started panting heavily as he was now going faster and harder than he had done with the boy before.
Sixam moaned and groaned loudly as Razor's pace picked up speed and started thrusting hard and fast, more than he had ever felt before. As Razor continued to assault his prostate, he began to feel an orgasm coming. He panted in complete ecstasy as his lover continued to move in and out of him quickly.
Still panting, Razor shook his head slowly. Pulling himself closer to the boy, he started letting off quiet whines rooted in deep pleasure. Before he knew what had happened, his knot worked its way into Sixam's rear causing the fox to yelp. Now locked, the werewolf started whining louder with each of his thrusts into the boy, every movement bringing closer and closer to his own explosion. "I..." Holding back and gritting his teeth, he focused on making his mate cum first. He licked up in-between the fox's shoulders slowly.
Sixam couldn't hold out any longer. The act of being tied with his mate and the sensual licks that he was getting pushed him over the edge and he had has third orgasm within 24 hours. He let off a loud moan as he rode the wave of intense pleasure.
Hearing the foxboy moan loudly, Razor kept his eyes closed tight. Easing his paw down Sixam's now messy boyhood and balls slowly, he rubbed there for a moment, trying to stay calm. He soon moved his paw back to the boy's stomach to join the other, pressing them both against his mid-section. He then increased his speed and got slightly harder in thrusting. It was not enough to injure or hurt either of them, but it was now out of pure animal lust... His panting matched his thrusting as he brought himself closer with each of his movements in and out of the tight hole he was still occupying. His body temperature was increasing because of his physical workout, and the normal sex-blush wasn't helping him either. He started letting off whines every not and then, it was clear that he was about to cum.
Razor started whining louder and longer as his animal passion took over. His wolfhood was throbbing, ready to burst. Thrusting hard and fast, he shook his head quickly as he felt himself building a little too fast. Taking deep breaths, he threw his head back, maw open, and let off a loud howl as he hit a climax. Razor's cream soon filled the boy's insides as the wolf's sounds of pleasure echoed around the room and hallway. He slowed down dramatically after that until his thrust all but stopped and his paws dropped down to the bed to hold himself up. He then started to ease himself out of the boy only to find himself stuck. His eyes widened and he looked down at Sixam, trying to pull out again. "Umm...we got a problem.
Sixam felt the tug at his sphincter and knew what had happened. He didn't know much about sex but he did know a bit about the canine body. He looked over his shoulder at Razor. "Uh...yeah...it seems you've tied into me," he looked away and blushed a little, "I don' mind really. I like being close to you. Why don't we just lie down and wait for you to shrink?"
Razor blushed under his fur as he listened to the boy speak and started to smile. He thought he would get in trouble for it. He nodded and lied down slowly, as he was attached to the fox, and nuzzled the boy, resting with him. "This is kinda nice." he said murring as he started to relax more and more. Almost ready to go to sleep, he just held his new mate and murred softly.
Murring as he was nuzzled, the teen said, "Yes. This is very nice." He was happy to be with Razor and the fact that they were connected made it even better. As he closed his eyes, he heard a familiar voice calling from downstairs.
The cheetah entered the house with some groceries as he did every so often. "Hey, Six! Are you here?" he called out, thinking he might be swimming or at the gorge.
Sixam's heart started to race. "Oh no! Not now. Why did he have to come now?"
Hearing someone enter the house, the werewolf's ears swiveled about a little before pointing back. He looked down at Sixam. The boy was obviously getting worried and clearly knew who it was. He looked towards the door, not sure what to do. There were still stuck together so there was no use in trying to move or hide. Looking back to Sixam, he just shook his head and sighed, resting it back down over the boy's shoulder. It was clear he was exhausted, to exhausted to even worry. He whispered to the boy calmly, "Don't worry, you won't get in trouble. I'll make it look like I did this and there was nothing you could do."
Sixam looked over his shoulder and shook his head. "I won't let you do that. This was something I asked for. Plus Enix is pretty laidback. I'm sure if I just explain everything to him, he would be okay with it. I hope. He had known Enix since he was eight. They were close, like brothers. They had shared so many secrets. He hoped Enix could keep another one.
Razor nodded and closed his eyes, understanding to a certain extent. He just lied there, smiling slightly. "If he's not, what then?" Slowly he opens his eyes and looks at Sixam before starting to groom the fur on his shoulder tentatively.
The twenty-year-old cheetah placed the groceries in the kitchen and proceeded to head upstairs to Sixam's bedroom. He thought the boy might have gotten sick because of the previous days of rain. He thought that he had heard whispering and an unfamiliar voice. When he got to the room, he saw why. He stood in the doorway looking at the two canines, not saying a thing.
Sniffing the air, the werewolf looked towards the feline, looking him up and down slowly before turning to his mate, "What now?"
The fox gave his friend a sheepish grin, "Umm...Hiya Enix."
Waiting for the cheetah to answer, Razor just nuzzled the young male's cheek. Since he knew the feline and probably knew how he would react to the new male in the room. He yawned slightly with a silent whine at the end and shook his head trying to wake himself up. He was tired because of what they had done and because he really hadn't slept yet, but he wouldn't sleep while Enix was there.
Enix nodded slightly and asked, "Umm...what are you doing?"
Sixam looked at him innocently. "We were...uh...having sex and kind of got stuck." He grinned sheepishly. "You're not mad or anything are you? And...and please don't tell my parents."
Looking towards Enix as Sixam and then back to his red furred lover as he said about them being stuck. "Yeah...stuck."
Enix looked at the boy for a moment before smiling. "No...I'm not mad. Why would I be? What you do is your business. And you should know by now that I can keep a secret. Are you going to introduce me to your friend?" he motioned to Razor.
The fox was relieved to hear the spotted feline's words. "Enix, this is Razor, my new mate I guess you would say. Razor, this is Enix, a family friend and one time babysitter who now like a brother."
Looking back to Enix as they were introduced, he nodded slowly and weakly smiled. "Hi. I'd get up and shake your paw but...you know." Resting his head down, he smiled. "At least we're comfy."
"Well, since the two of you are ‘tied up' at the moment, sort to speak," he chuckled, "I'll just talk to you later. I brought you some stuff, Six. Since there will be two eating here now, I'll being some more soon." He nodded at Razor, "Well it was nice meeting you Razor. Sorry to have barged in on you like this." Then he looked Sixam squarely in the eyes, "We'll talk about this later." And he left.
Sixam called out behind him, "Thanks for stopping by Enix and thanks for the food."
Once the feline had left, the werewolf lied his head back down, rubbing his cheek against Sixam's gently, feeling content and happy but also tired sine he'd kinda let loose.
Sixam murred softly as Razor rubbed cheeks with him. He was very content now. He closed his eyes and relaxed, relived that Enix took that well. He started to drift off to sleep. "I love you, Razor," he muttered in his tired state.
Razor eyes went wide and he flushed at the statement. He wasn't sure how to react. He just lied his head down against the fox's and slowly closed his eyes.
Breathing a sigh of contentment, Sixam fell asleep.
Making sure he didn't crush the boy, Razor got comfy and drifted to sleep.
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YAY! Chapter III. There is still more, but once again, I would like some feedback. Send your comments and thoughts to Sixam (dot) Canoscan (at) yahoo (dot) com. Yet again... I hope you have enjoyed this as much as we have. Ciao.