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"Sweet home Alabama / Where the skies are so blue!"

I have no idea why Alex wanted me to have this as his ringtone for him. I guess it's because he's one of the only friends that I truly have. Reaching into my pocket, I grab my phone and answer it. "Hey," I say. "Are you coming to get me?"

"Yeah. I just ran across the street for a quick bite, I'll be right there."

"Good." I hang up. I take a seat outside the hospital and cradle my left arm with my free arm. The doctor said that I should stay in the cast for at least six weeks, just to be sure that my bone heals up properly. I mean, it isn't my fault that I fell of my motorcycle going 40 mph; I was ran off the road by a drunk truck driver. Thankfully, last time I checked, my cycle is in good condition (may need a repair or two) but nothing that I cannot handle.

Alex's truck pulls around the corner. I always took to calling that thing the Rust Bucket. Not because it was old, only a few months, but because the color was a dark orange, like rust. My arm pulses excruciating pain as I climb into the passenger seat and buckle myself in. "Are you sure you don't need help?" Alex asks. He's a tiger, like me. Only he has snow white fur and I have sunset orange fur.

"I'm fine," I say with an edge to my voice. "Let's just get back to the junkyard. I could use a nap." Alex doesn't talk during the drive to the outer edge of the city. He knows that whenever I become angry or anxious like this, he needs to stay quiet. I lean my head in my free paw and look outside. The suburbs are the last things we pass on the way to the junkyard, quiet one-story houses bunched together to form little streets and cul-de-sacs. I've always wanted to live in a place like this. But I'm happy with what I have.

***

We pull up inside the yard five minutes later, the place I call home. Ten full square miles of garbage and other useless junk. Useless to the townsfolk, not necessarily to me and Alex. We managed to find some spare parts for the Rust Bucket. Just near the middle of the yard is a small white building no bigger than the average house garage. Alex parks right outside then hops out to help me out of my side of it. "I've got it," I insist. "My arm is broken, not my legs."

"I know, but I'm still worried about you." Alex slams the door shut and goes to open the garage. Inside is our little workshop that we set up; little drawing desks covered in various bits and metal pieces, red toolboxes stacked on top of one another (we took the wheels off so they wouldn't roll too much), and on one side of the place, our bunkbeds decorated the way we like it. Alex has a poster of his favorite band, Linkin Park, on the wall and he has a hook where he hangs his favorite red hat when he goes to sleep. As for myself, I don't really have anything except a canteen hanging off one of the footposts.

Oh, and a picture of my cousin under the pillow.

That's a big secret of mine; not even Alex knows about that.

Alex helps me up onto the top bunk, where I rest my head on the pillow, digging out the picture of my cousin, Toby. It's the last one we took together five years ago. We were out on a fishing trip with our fathers and this one other dad who was a skunk. I cannot remember much about his kid, though. Me and Toby took this photo in front of the lake, he was wearing his green hat and the typical fishing garb: moss green vest over a white shirt. I was wearing my red sweatshirt in this picture. I can't remember what I wore underneath. My plaid shirt, maybe?

"You okay up there?" The sound of Alex's voice interrupts my thoughts. Whenever I'm like this, sometimes I want to punch him in the mouth every time he spoke.

I heave a sigh and mutter, "Yes, I'm going to live." Grabbing my blanket, I hurl it over myself and turn over to rest on my good side. I snatch the photo of my cousin between my fingers right before it falls over the edge of the mattress.

I've always loved his emerald green eyes, his bright smile and his semi-deep voice. The only reason I agreed to go on that fishing trip was because I was hoping to spend a little quality time with him. Maybe sit by that fire as we spent the night in some cabin and curl up together. (I belong in hell for these, thoughts, I know that. I don't dare voice them aloud.) I was hoping that I could come out with my thoughts of him that night.

For some reason, I didn't. And I forgot why. All I remember is I left that trip feeling a bit heated. But it's been five years; it must have been small whatever it was.

I wait until I hear the roar of Alex's truck fire up before I dare even think a word about the dirty thoughts in my mind; letting them burst out from the deepest recesses of my mind and letting them roam free. Before I can think about double checking to make sure Alex didn't sneak back into the garage (because that guy is quiet, I'll give him credit on that), I dig out my phone and search up this website I've been going to for a while.

The site is run by this guy named Samuel, a professional pornographic filmmaker. Lately, he's been invested in my cousin. Who could blame him? I've seen some of the videos Toby has been in recently. He's changed since that fishing trip; he's grown taller and has beefed up, his biceps thicker and abs rock-solid. Quite the comparison with me, who isn't fat but doesn't have a six pack like my cousin. But I like to think that I stay active enough.

His first video was him fucking this one coyote (or some canine) over a teacher's desk. I'm surprised that a few of them are out in public, and he hasn't been caught yet. I strip off my shirt and pull down my pants and underwear down enough to expose my already swelling sheath. I pull up one of my favorites: him and this black fox having some fun on a park bench. (Don't ask me how they got away with that.)

The fox comes up to Toby and the fox comes up to him like they're total strangers (maybe they are) and they strike up a conversation. While they are talking, you can obviously see a bulge growing in Toby's purple shorts. This is the part that gets my sheath stirring. The fox notices and smirks. "Need some help with that?" he asks.

Toby looks over his shoulder to make sure no one is watching from behind before saying, "Yeah." He pulls his shorts down. His erection springs free. I pause the video there and marvel at how large it is. It has to be maybe an inch or two thick, and several inches long. Before I know it, I'm rubbing myself. Images of myself kneeling in front of him and taking him into my mouth conjure up in my mind.

The tip of my cock pokes out.

My mouth watering a little, I resume the video. The fox leans over and starts licking my cousin's thick, throbbing member. Toby moans a little and leans back, watching this fox get him off. My own erection slides out of its sheath, the sounds of purring, moans, and lips smacking fills my ears, only serving to harden my cock.

Once at its full seven-inch length, I grab my bottle of lotion (that I may have stolen from Alex) and rub some all over my erection. I turn the video up to its full volume. My fingers fit perfectly around my shaft and they stroke. I utter my own gasps, almost matching Toby's. I can only imagine him moaning for me, my own lips around his dick, pleasuring him with my warm maw, teasing his tip with my tongue.

After a couple minutes, the fox slides his own pants down and steps out of them. My fingers work faster, knowing the good stuff is about to begin. Precum begins to leak onto my paw. "Take a seat," Toby says. Please say that to me sometime. I shift my legs a little, imagining positioning myself over his thick penis, heart pounding in anticipation.

The fox begins to slide down his shaft. He moans, but Toby grunting pushes me closer to my climax.

The fox starts slowly, then picks up his pace. I can hear his ass slap as he slams down to the base. He howls. Toby lets out a loud moan. I close my eyes again, letting my fingers and the sounds work my imagination. Precum continues to coat the fur on my fingers. Toby's dominant growls and purrs edge me closer and closer to the edge.

Oh god, why couldn't I have been there? What I'd give to have him roughly pin me down and force his large member into my butthole, pounding me hard and without mercy until he digs his claws into me and fills me up with his warm seed. Or maybe he can fuck my mouth too, and I'd get to have a taste of his-

_ _ It becomes too much. My body tenses up, my fingers stroking my cock as fast as they can, begging for release.

I roar.

My fingers become stickier as thick jets of cum shoot out onto my paw and stomach. Panting, I lick my fingers clean, the salty tang of semen sending a shudder through my body. I stop the video and delete my browsing history so no one will know I was on there.

I hop down and grab a few tissues to wipe the cum off my belly. The smell of my orgasm is already strong, it nearly burns my nose. I spray some air freshener until half the can is spent, hoping that I've covered the smell enough so that Alex won't be able to detect it. This was probably my strongest load yet. I haven't came in a few weeks. Every time I do, I need to make sure that I have something to mask the scent otherwise Alex might ask questions.

Taking off the rest of my clothes (which is not easy since I'm down one arm), I climb back into bed and pull the blanket up to cover my chest. The afterglow hits me hard. The last thing I remember before going to sleep is seeing the sunlight turning into a bright orange, like Toby's fur.

***

The next morning is a morning that I love: Pay Day. Alex runs out to get our checks at the Post Office, which leaves me about thirty minutes to myself, thirty-five if I'm lucky. The first thing I decide to do is to get some clothes on my body.

I hop off the top bunk and toss my dirty clothes into the hamper. Thank goodness they don't smell like cum. Right now, I don't really want to explain that to Alex. I take off my cast carefully and, using my good arm, slip on a pair of dark grey briefs; that alone takes a few minutes. Then I get another plain white t-shirt. It's a struggle to get my broken arm through the shirt sleeve.

Getting my legs through my blue coveralls is the easier part. My arms are yet again a struggle. My forearm burns and screams in pain as I once again have to maneuver it through a second sleeve. Once my arm is through, I grab my cast, wrap it back around my arm and rest it in the sling. Alex has left the bottle of Advil out on the table so I take a few tablets and swallow.

The rumbling of a truck fills my ears and slightly vibrates the garage. I'm always telling Alex to stop parking so close. He never listens. I pull up the garage door in time to see him hop out of his truck with two envelopes in paw. "Hey, so you are able to get dressed in the morning," he says. "Those guys at the office totally owe me $50."

"I have one broken arm," I retort, "not two broken hands." Alex hands me my envelope and I tear it open with my teeth. And inside is the familiar look of my boss' signature alongside the number 540 next to the dollar sign and my name. Ayden H. Tiger.

Alex hops onto his bed, taking off his shoes. Immediately, the smell of his musky feet penetrates my nose. Unlike the smell I imagine for Toby's, this one wreaks badly. Alex doesn't wash his feet. He believes that if people are smelling his feet, it's an "invasion of his privacy". "So, what're you going to do for your day off?" Alex asks, his tail swishing around behind him.

"I'm going to head out into town," I say. "I'm going to cash my check before something happens to it." I stuff the little slip of paper into my wallet before Alex tries to use it to buy pornographic movies again. He has a secret stash of DVDs hidden under his bunk that he thinks I don't know about. I do.

Alex sits up in his bunk. "Are you sure? I mean, I wouldn't be driving with that busted arm."

"I'm not going to drive, obviously. The bank is only a short walk away from here." I reach up and grab my duffel back off the shelf. Inside is a boatload of cash that I've been saving ever since I started working at the junkyard. While Alex blows his money on dudes fucking each other, I have been hoping to get my own laptop. And not just any, one that I can have to myself. Sharing a truck and living space is bad enough with Alex. Last month, he looked through my underwear drawers because he supposedly lost his keys. He just wanted the fifty bucks that I hid in one of my old socks.

I sling the back over my shoulder and head outside. "Ayden!" Alex gets up after me. I turn around, thinking that this will be _important,_when he asks, "Can I loan fifty bucks?"

I grab the handle on the garage door, keeping myself from slapping him in the face. What I say is, "Don't you have space porn to watch?" I slam the door down on behind his gaping face. As for what he could _possibly_need more money for, especially when he just got paid right NOW, I do not want to know.

Trudging through the dirt road of the junkyard, I approach the front gate and tear off the metal chain that keeps the doors swung shut. I slip out. The streets are quiet in the morning, but this is the hour in which people are starting to commute to their destination; work, school, their morning shift at the supermarket.

The bank is a short walk away, on the other side of the park on the street that faces the brick wall that is slathered in graffiti. One of the most famous paintings on that wall is an outline of a pigeon flying. A one-story brick building with gold letters spelling out the name of the bank stands between a flower shop and a café. Bright white light illuminates from the inside. Normally I take the revolving door inside, but today I just go in the normal door on the right. I keep my head down as I get in line, ignoring the looks of sympathy I get from some of the people inside. When I get to the front, I quickly endorse the check and the teller, a vixen with bright red fur, hands me the money.

She gets a good look at the cast on my arm and winces. "Are you okay? What happened?" she asks.

"Motorcycle crash," I say. "I'll be fine. Thank you." I nod to her and head out the way I came in. I stuff the hundred dollar bills in the duffel bag. Best Buy is only a few streets away. Since I'm not in the mood to head home and deal with Alex's pacing and mumbling (and that's not even the worst that he does, sometimes he plays Texas Hold 'Em by himself and that's a nightmare), I turn right instead of left and head to Best Buy.

When I step inside, a wolf with charcoal black fur and green eyes jumps right in to help me. I don't know if it's because it's a slow day or because of my broken arm. Either way, I accept his assistance. I tell him I'm looking for a new laptop and a case (let's face it, I'm not carrying it without one) to fit it in. He helps me look at a few models from Apple, but a nice black one from ASUS really captures my interest. I decide to buy that one. I also make sure to spend a little extra to get the Office apps on it as well (I never know when I might need them) and a cheap laptop bag that might be able to hold my phone as well.

I take a seat on the bench outside and power up my new computer. I set up a password, just in case Alex finds it and tries to use it for his own personal wishes, and enter in the code for the Microsoft Office apps. I decide that it's been a while since I left and Alex will be wondering where I am so I slip the computer in the case and shrug it onto my shoulder next to my duffel bag.

Right when I stand up, a voice to my left rings in my ears. "Ayden?" At first, I freeze because my immediate thought is _Fuck, Alex found me._But no, this voice is deeper than Alex's and sounds like it's coming from higher off the ground. I turn my head just a little to the left. Standing seven feet tall is another tiger with a white stomach, orange and black stripes across his back, and rock-hard abs and chest. The ten o'clock sun bounces rainbows off his purple glitter shorts and I have to squint a little to see, but there is no mistaking who that is.

"Toby?" I whisper. I am so confused and surprised and excited all at once. What is Toby doing here in the middle of Alabama? How did he find me? Does my fur look too ruffled? Oh god, please don't let me smell bad.

He saunters up to me and holds me at arm's length, glancing a look down at my cast. A look of deep concern crosses his face. "Oh goodness, are you all right?" he asks. "I heard about what happened and I was on the next bus here."

"How did you know my arm was broken?"

Toby reaches into his shorts (does he even wear _underwear_underneath those?) and takes out his phone. Before long, a news article is pulled up with the headline "Cycle Crash Causes Panic on Route 59" right above a picture of my crashed motorcycle off the side of the road. He puts his phone away. "Ayden, are you okay?" he asks.

I nod. Perhaps a little too eagerly. "Yeah," I say. I clear my throat. "I mean, yes I am doing just fine, thank you very much for your concern. It's just... I didn't think you would just jump at the opportunity to come down here the second I get into a little trouble."

"Of course I would, I care about you." The words sink into my chest. I would give anything to have an actual hug with him right now; one that used both arms. But instead, he gives me a careful one-armed embrace. "What're you doing out here in the city all by yourself?"

"I just needed to get away from Alex." When Toby gives me a confused look, I say, "He's my roommate-slash-coworker. We got paid today and I wanted to come out and get a new computer since our old was crashed." Kind of the truth; me and Alex did used to have a computer, until he thought it was a smart idea to break it on purpose to get his money back. It was way long past the warranty.

My stomach chooses now to betray my feelings of hunger by growling loud enough for me, and possibly Toby, to hear it. He chuckles. "Missed breakfast?" I nod. "Come on, I'll take you out somewhere. And I'll give you a hand with those bags." He helps take the laptop case and the now empty duffel bag. Both are a huge weight off my shoulder.

"Thank you," I mutter as I lead him downtown towards the Cheesecake Factory. My mind is completely spinning. Toby has just offered to get me breakfast. I really want to call this a date so badly. Or at least the start of a chain of events that leads to the bed. Suddenly, my visions of Toby over me, being rough with me in bed, return to my mind. My sheath stirs a little. No, not here. Not now!

"So... how's life back home?" I ask. It's been quite some time since I have been up north to Knoxville. And apparently, since I moved out a few years ago, Toby has somehow become a porn star. I'm hoping that if I can bring the subject up, we can discuss possibly fucking. Maybe even tonight, if I'm lucky.

Toby just shrugs. "Life is okay. How are things for you? Still working in the junkyard?" I nod, blushing slightly. Who am I kidding? Why would Toby ever want to have sex with someone who literally digs in the garbage for a living? Would paying him work? I shake my head of these thoughts. This is not the time, nor place to be thinking about this. But I can't stop looking over at Toby's six-pack, admiring the way the morning sun brightens up his fiery orange fur, making him look like some sort of goddess.

The Cheesecake Factory is right around the corner. Once we head inside, there's already a few people waiting to be seated. Me and Toby sit down by one of the potted plants by the door. The marble floor feels cold on my paws. Smells of pies, cheesecake, and various pastas and soups fill my nose. I can feel the heat off Toby's body radiate on me but also the stares of a few people in our direction. It takes me a second to remember that Toby is half-naked in public. Of course there are going to be some wandering eyes. One vixen covers the eyes of her young cub as they walk out of the place.

"Gentlemen." I look up and see a grey wolf with black paws, yellow chestfur, and a black-and-yellow striped tail wearing a black suit with a pink tie standing before us. Once we stand, the wolf only comes up to about my chest. He leads me and Toby off to the left and to a table in the corner, right next to the bar and right under the television which shows some random politician babbling some random bullshit. The wolf waiter - Levion, by the look of his nametag - leaves us behind to decide what we want to eat.

That's when I have to ask. "How did you get down here?" I fiddle around with the menu, trying to keep my eyes on the fancy writing which covers the laminated pages.

"Fletcher drove me here," he answers. He places his menu to the side and looks at me with a stern expression. When I ask who that is, he tell me that Fletcher is his boyfriend. My heart sinks. If he is mated, then there is no way I'm going to get him in bed with me. Again, I have to pinch myself for having such thoughts. Toby must see my down expression because he adds, "But we're open to meeting other people as well so it's fine."

"Oh." I drum my fingers on the table, unable to keep my eyes on him. I'm afraid I'll get lost in those sweet emerald eyes and lose my ability to think straight. But one other thing just does not add up. "Then how come you're able to do those videos?" As soon as the words are out, I regret them. And not even a millisecond later, I look around to make sure nobody is even listening. The only person I can see is the bartender - arctic fox with a deaf symbol pinned to his chest - and he is turned the other way.

Toby curls his mouth up into a smile and swishes his tail around. "I assume you're talking about the... um..." A blush forms on his cheeks.

"Let's just say I saw how you and that fox in the park were doing." I smirk at him. Toby chuckles and rubs the back of his head. He's just as nervous about this as I am. When he nods in understanding, I lean forward, resting my elbows on the edge of the table. The smell of bread and seasonings hits my nose. Levion returns to our table and sets down a plate of freshly baked bread in front of us along with two glasses of iced water. He takes our orders; me getting Fettuccini Alfredo and Toby getting a steak-burger; and we give him our menus before turning back to the original conversation. "How in the world did you become a... porn star?" I whisper the last few words.

Toby's whiskers twitch and sips on his water. "You want the full story?" he asks. I nod, eager to know more about him. My paw itches just to hold onto his. But he rests his paws on his lap. "When I was 18, I lost my virginity to my best friend. Well, my best friend at the time. It was during that fishing trip with our dads by the campfire. And I loved it." I had a sneaking suspicion he had sex during that trip with Uncle Jesse. "After we got home from that trip, I told him I wanted to try being friends with benefits. He did as well. And we did. For a whole year, we had sex any time that we could. But when I turned 19, he moved away to England."

"Oh dear," I say. My ears bend back. Toby must have been _devastated._Because it sounds to me like they were on the verge of dating. "What happened next?"

"Well... my parents kicked me out after they found out I as gay and I moved to Knoxville, Tennessee hoping to start a new life. I already had a job, leftover cash from my previous occupation, and all the clothes that I need. It was like starting fresh, Ayden, like getting to do your whole life over again." He sighs and sips his water some more. His throat must be dry; nervous from reliving all this.

"I moved into a nice apartment on the edge of the city; decent rent, not the best living conditions but it was a start. I was eventually fired from my job when I was 20 thanks to a co-worker getting into a fight with a customer, and I got in the middle of it. I was worried. If I didn't find a way to make money fast, I would be forced to leave my apartment and go back to my parents. And I did not want that.

"Then I turned 21 a few weeks later, I was able to afford to go to the bar and I had my first shot of vodka. There, I met a skunk who had recently broke up with his boyfriend right on his anniversary. He had a slight resemblance to my best friend so I went up to talk to him. Ironically, he started hitting on me because he said I looked like his ex, which was a little uncomfortable, but I stayed nevertheless. Eventually, the subject of sex came up. I wasn't so sure about the idea of fucking a random stranger, but I did_get aroused just talking about it." Only listening to this is making _me "excited" down there.

"So he asked (more liked begged now that I think about it) me to fuck him. I had no idea what I was going to do until he said he would pay me if I did. A large amount, too. Of course, I didn't want to take his money, but he completely insisted. I went over to his house and did exactly that." A smile comes across his face. He must be remembering how it felt to him, getting to be under somebody's tail. I can see his paw slipping to his crotch.

"The next morning, he told me he had fun and was hoping I would do it again sometime. I still wasn't on board with the whole fucking-a-stranger thing especially when money is involved, since then it becomes prostitution, which is illegal. But the skunk insisted that I keep it up since he has other gay friends who would love to have somebody like me in bed with them." Lord knows that I would. "And that's basically how I became a slut."

Levion comes back a moment later with our food. The smell of meat and boiled pasta hits my nose, masking the growing musk that was starting to come from my cousin. I dig into my Fettuccini, letting the cheesy taste flood my mouth. Toby also takes a rather large bite from his burger. Steak sauce and ketchup covers the ends of his mouth. I'm halfway done with my meal when I process through the word of Toby's story and one more thing doesn't make sense. "When did you decide to start filming your... fun times?" I ask.

Toby wipes his mouth clean with a napkin. "Easy: months ago, I was approached by a pornography maker named Samuel, who heard about me slutting around town and wanted to know if I could start making some videos with him. I said yes and now I'm one of his regulars."

More questions flood out of me without thinking about it. "How many people have you been... inside?" Mentally, I slap myself but it was the best way I could phrase it.

Toby smiles. "Dozens. I lost count after fifty-four." I gasp and bring my paws in closer to my body. That's so many people. Maybe there is a chance we can...? "You seem surprised."

"It's just a lot to take in," I say. I eventually finish what is on my plate, scooping up more of the cheesy sauce on the sides and slurping it down. Toby leaves his burger alone after he eats three quarters of it. It seems like a waste, but I guess he wants to save room for dessert. Most people do. "I mean, I've never met somebody who's had that much sex before."

He shrugs. "It's fun, really. Have you ever done it before?" I shake my head. "Ah, you're a virgin." I nod. "You'll find somebody to have fun with someday. Maybe even the love of your life."

"What if..." I breathe and force the words out. Correction: choke the words out. "... that somebody... that I wanted to try things with... is right here?" I bite my lip without meaning to. Toby raises an eyebrow, confused for a second before the realization hits him. He gapes at me. He must be repulsed by me now. And I completely blew it.

Toby leans forward, so we're almost inches apart. I can feel his warm breath on my face. "Do you really want to do... that... with me?" My heart pounds in my chest. This is the moment that I have been dreading since I was 18. I force myself to move my head up and down, keeping my eyes on his. I'm afraid if I blink, he'll be gone and I'll never see him again. "What did you have in mind?"

The words hit me and I'm lost. The scenario where Toby storms off in disgust begins to fade from my memory. I swallow some water, trying to keep my nerves in check. "Um... I've... I've never been kissed before so I guess I'd want to start there. But I don't think that-"

Toby cuts me off with his lips, which he leans forward to press against mine. He wastes no time being gentle, gripping my head with both of his paws and keeps me in place. I let out a soft gasp on his lips as he parts his open and suddenly I have a maw full of my cousin's exploring tongue. I close my eyes and twist my own tongue around his. My coveralls become too tight between the legs. I let a moan escape my lips as he tugs on my mouth with his teeth, growling at a low volume. My dick hardens completely in the middle of the restaurant.

Oh, Toby!

I never want it to stop. But Toby pulls back as soon as footsteps come out way. I can still feel the electricity between us even after the kiss ends. I'm panting heavily and Toby is smiling brightly. Levion returns to take our plates. "Would you gentlemen like any dessert?" the wolf asks.

"Yes," Toby answers because words fail to reach my throat. "I will have a red velvet cheesecake and my friend here will have a Cookies and Cream one."

"Certainly. Coming right up." Levi saunters off with a sway of his hips. Something tells me he's as gay as me and Toby are. After a while of awkwardly sitting there, eyes trying not to meet, me and Toby eventually have another slobbery French kiss. When we pull back, a bit of saliva hangs between our lips and we have to wipe our faces off. Levi returns with our deserts. We thank him and he heads back off.

One bite of my cheesecake and the cool taste of Oreo crumbs and icing almost covers over the taste of Toby's lips over mine. Almost. "How is it?" my cousin asks. I nod and give thumbs up, smiling. He chuckles. He jabs his fork into his two-layer red velvet dessert. "Want a bite?"

"Sure." Toby brings his fork over and I take the bite. Feeding has never been in any of my fantasies with him but I'll say, it was cute. The taste of velvet fills my muzzle, soft like a brownie but tastes more like red cake. "So... like we were saying earlier... would you be open to... you know...?" The words tumble out, pushed by my curiosity.

But Toby doesn't seem to mind as he nonchalantly takes another bite of his cake. Red crumbs and icing cover his lips. "It's fine, Ayden. If you really want to have sex with me, then I'll do it." It takes a moment to let the words sink into me, my heart pounding.

Oh. My. Goodness. After all this time, staying up half the night thinking about him pinning me down and using my butthole, it's finally going to happen.

I didn't have a broken arm in these thoughts. But I'm not going to let that stop me.

Then another thing strikes my mind. "How far are you willing to go to be naughty in public?" I ask, remembering one of the porn videos that I saw Toby in. Him and that fox on the park bench, getting it on like nobody is watching. Would I even be willing to do public sex? People don't really know my name around here.

Toby shrugs, an unsure look crosses his face. "Depends."

I swing around and look behind me. The deaf bartender has his face buried in a magazine. Nobody is sitting at the bar; no one even in the corner. I keep my voice low as I ask, "Can you do something naughty right now?" Behind Toby's head are a bunch of plants but behind that is the front doors and the waiting area. All it would take is one glance over the wall to see what was going on down here.

My cousin smirks at me. At first, I think he's going to giggle and return to his cheesecake. He then looks over his shoulder and my eyes widen. In the two next second, the only thing ringing in my mind is What is he going to do?

Toby grabs the waistline of his glittery shorts. He sits up a few inches, still looking at me. But my eyes are down on his legs as he slides his shorts off, revealing his pink sheath. He's completely naked in front of me! I tug on my collar with my free paw, the room suddenly becoming hotter. Sweat is already coating my coveralls. Toby leans down to the floor and picks up his shorts, holding them up with one finger teasingly.

"Oh," I mutter, too dumbfounded to say anything else. His sheath swells a little, probably from the A/C. I bite my lip. It literally takes everything I have in me to keep from dropping to my knees now and sucking him off here in the restaurant. My coveralls become tight again, and I use my free paw to rub my erection.

"You want it bad, don't you?" he asks. He mirrors my action, rubbing his crotch. I can see the tip of his cock poke out of its sheath. My mouth waters. I nod, afraid to say anything. I don't want to attract attention. Toby leans forward and licks my nose. "Go to the bathroom," he whispers. "I'll be right there."

My chest tightens a little, my heartbeat turning into a thud. Are we really going to do it in a public bathroom?

I stand up, begging for my dick to calm down just for a second. Off the main entrance, there's another hallway with a restroom sign above it. My legs carry me over there, trying to make it not seem like I'm running as I yank oven the door to the men's restroom. The only other person in here is a hare who's washing his paws. I duck into the first stall on the right and close the door.

Sitting down on the toilet, I start to rub myself again, thinking about our kisses. And the sixty seconds in which I got to see his naked body. His tip looked so big. Much bigger in person than on a video screen. I'm going to get a taste of that, I think to myself. This is really happening. Of course, a small, innocent part of me is begging for me to turn back. Not to do anything stupid. Or illegal. But my selfish wants win out.

The door squeaks open and another pair of striped legs comes in. Toby enters the stall I'm in and locks the door. My breathing becomes heavier. I can feel electricity between us as he comes closer, cupping my face with his warm paws. Right before we kiss again, he takes his shorts off, hanging them up on the hook on the back of the door. His cock slides out, hardening up as we press our lips together.

I lose myself in the kiss, letting our tongues mingle between our maws. I purr a little. Drool and slobber covers our lips quickly. I forget about the restaurant or the risk of getting caught. All I can think about is how much I _want_Toby. When he pulls back, a string of saliva once again is between our lips. He leans down and presses his lips against my neck and jaw. I pant hard, trying with all my willpower to not moan again. My dick throbs, excited. "Oh please," I whisper.

My cousin stands back up and rubs the back of my head. I look forward and his erection has fully come out of its sheath. Just like I've seen in his porn videos, it's pink and very long and thick. It has to be about two inches thick and for a second I'm worried it might not fit in my maw.

I lean forward, giving the tip a few licks. Toby lets his breath out of his nose at the first touch of my tongue. I hop off the toilet onto my knees. My tongue roams all over his dick, exploring his underside and balls. They taste sweaty, their musk filling my nose, driving my senses wild. My cousin pets my head, stroking behind my ears. I look up at him as I press the tip into my maw.

He throws his head back, letting out a loud exhale. His grip on my head becomes firmer. I wrap my lips around his cock, sliding down inch by inch. I gag about halfway down and bob my head back up to the lip, rubbing my tongue on his slit. Toby's hips tremble and jerk forward. His dick twitches in my muzzle and he forces it past my lips. "Mmmf," I moan. His tip touches the back of my throat. Soon, the salty taste of precum fill my taste buds and I lap it down.

Toby pulls his dick out my maw and grinds his wet length all over my face, more precum soaking my fur. "Is someone horny?" he asks, a hint of cockiness in his voice. "Do you want my cock in you?" I nod and look up at him with pleading eyes. Oh please, pleeeeease!!!

_ _ He pulls me to my feet with my good arm then starts working the coveralls off. (He's even gentle with my left arm as he pulls it off.) I step out of them, and the rest of my clothes, kicking them into a pile in the corner. I blush when Toby gets an eyeful of my erection. When he grasps it, I can't keep a gasp from escaping my throat. "Now you are one horny kitty." He kisses my nose. "Turn around."

I comply, facing the wall. I press my good paw against it. My bad arm feels numb, but nothing compares to the feeling of when I feel something sharp under my tail. I heave a little, biting my lip to keep from crying out. "Gotta stretch you out, hun," my cousin says. I can feel his fingers jerk and twist around the inside of my tailhole, sliding in deep. I never realized how long his fingers are and a moan comes out before I cut it off.

I groan as the feeling of his fingers disappear. Two heavy paws press into my back and hold me in place. "You need to stay still and loose, hun, okay?" Sweat beads across my forehead.

Toby shoves his whole erection in and we both grunt. My teeth sink into my lip so hard to keep quiet as his cock stretches my hole open that I draw blood.

Pain flares up my insides. My cousin grinds his erection into me, stretching me. Oh god, how can something so painful be so good?! Toby runs his paws up to my shoulders, squeezing them. I can feel the relief of him pulling out slowly, but he slams back in and I moan into my forearm. Tears even drip out of my eye. Too big, I'm thinking. He's so big but...

But...

The pain slowly dissipates. Into something more.

Pleasure.

Despite his instructions to stay loose, I tighten up a little. Toby doesn't seem to argue and wastes no time pounding into me. His barbs flare and rub against my insides. He lets his own grunts and moans of pleasure escape, filling the small space. Every time he pulls out and thrusts back in, I can feel my walls opening, his cock looking for the sweet spot.

I can feel more warm precum slick up my insides. "Ah, fuck," Toby growls. He picks up the pace of his thrusting, shoving his dick deeper into me and I cry out. I can't keep my little noises in, my butthole clenching up, massaging his thick penis. A line of precum dribbles from my own cock.

Right as Toby is set into a rhythm of his fucking, I feel him pull out and place a paw on my back. I'm about to beg him to shove it back in me and give me more (oh please give me more), when I feel something hot shoot onto my buttcheek. Stronger musk fills up the stall and Toby lets out a shudder of relief. I turn around in time for him to shoot the last drop of cum into my fur. "There", he pants, "you're now mine."

I giggle. I let go of the wall, about to pull my underwear back up when I see Toby kneel. Heat fills my cheeks and I know my blush has returned. I yelp as he grasps my cock and strokes fast, his tongue repeatedly lapping the tip. I close my eyes, letting my climax build. Nothing in the world can replace this feeling; pure lust. The sensation of Toby's warm tongue and fingers becomes too much. I build and build and I can't hold back any more.

I spill over my climax, moan, and shoot cum all over his face.

For a second, I let myself look down at him and let the afterglow crash into me like a wave. My cousin smiles up at me, his cheeks and muzzle covered in my thick white coating. I pull my underwear back up my legs and step into my coveralls. "We better get the fuck out of here before someone comes in here and catches us," I say.

"Agreed," Toby pants. He grabs his glitter shorts and pulls them back up to his waist. We unlock the door and I take a look out. I motion that it's clear and we head out. Toby takes a second to clean off his face at the sink. A little bit of the musk follows us, but we're hoping the fan by the door will mask it enough to let us pay for the meal and leave.

For the most part, it works. When we get back to our table, smiling to each other, Levi comes up and gives us the check. His nose wrinkles a little bit and I think that he figured it out instantly (darn canine sense) but doesn't mention the smell. Especially when we give him a forty-dollar tip. The wolf just smiles and walks off. I grab my duffel bag, which has my laptop inside and we head out.

A few people twitch their noses or give us a weird look as we start to walk. We go nowhere in particular, just walk. For a moment, even I can't believe it. Not only did I just lose my virginity, but it was to my cousin in a public area. I am never going to forget this moment for the rest of my life. I reach over and grasp his paw and say, "Thank you for that."

He nuzzles my ear. "No problem. I had a blast. If you ever want to do that again, I'll be staying at the local hotel for another two days." My tail swishes with excitement. I get to do it again? My mind and heart cannot even fathom the possibility. But it felt soooo good to be pounded roughly. I wonder if people are noticing how I'm walking with a slight limp now.

I smile at him. "Of course I want to. How does tomorrow sound?"

"Good. See you then?"

"Yeah."

Toby wraps one arm around me carefully. I return the hug the best I can. "You stay safe now, you hear me?" he whispers then kisses my cheek then my lips. A calm kiss. A gentle, loving kiss. I nod and watch as he heads down the street with a little sway in his step.

***

Walking home was very blissful. I hear birds chirp, I see clear blue skies. It hurts to walk a little, but if you ask me, it's worth it, having Toby under my tail the way he did. Just the memory brings a smile to my face. Even my arm isn't as painful as it was this morning. Sleep threatens to pull me under as I walk. The last thing I need is to collapse in public.

The front gate of the junkyard comes into view and I adjust the strap of my duffel bag on my shoulder. For some reason, the familiar sights of the various rusted junk and deteriorated waste seem new to me. It's like everything I became used to is brand new again. Like the first day on the job. Though, I suppose it is a first day of something: First day of not being a virgin.

Alex's truck isn't in front of the garage by the time I get back. I carefully take my new laptop and place it where I know Alex won't look for it: my underwear drawer. I stuff the bag back on the shelf and swing myself onto the top bunk. I pull the blanket over my chest and close my eyes, allowing the afterglow of sex crash into me.

I wake up some time later to Alex shaking my shoulder. "Ayden! You okay, buddy?" he asks. I groan and cover my face with my pillow. I had a nice dream of Toby and I cuddling in the park and I did not want Alex ruining that for me. I grasp onto the image of my cousin petting me and spooning me up against a nice willow tree. "Ayden, did you take your medicine?"

"No!" I snap. I growl at the other tiger. But I know he's right. When I look out the window, the sun is beginning to dip under the horizon and I need to get some painkillers in me. I hop off the bed. Alex opens the bottle for me and I take two pills. My arm is numbing again, but pain slowly licks up my forearm and wrist. "Sorry," I mutter to him.

"It's fine," he says. For some reason, he always has that mischievous smile on his face. "What did you get into while I was gone?"

I shrug. "Just went out to get a few things. Nothing too big." I open my drawer and take out the laptop.

Alex sits up when he sees it. The black casing glints off the sunlight. "Woah. You got us a new laptop? Awesome."

I roll my eyes at him. "No. I got me a new computer. Like I'm going to trust you with it after what happened with the last one." I toss it on my bunk and climb myself up. Alex doesn't try to follow.

"Aw come on, so it was a little over the warranty date," Alex begs. I hear a creak under me and I know he's lying down.

"A little? It was four months!" I power up the machine and enter in my information; full name, phone number, email address. When the laptop makes a whirring sound and the main menu comes up, I immediately go to the settings and set up a password. Something very simple yet Alex won't be able to guess: Toby.

"I'm sorry." Alex's voice is full of regret with a tinge of sadness.

I heave a sigh. "It's fine. But I'm still not letting you use this. I bought this for me and for my personal uses." It takes me a moment to realize the screen is also a touch-screen. I connect to the wi-fi (it's weak out here but two bars is better than none), and pull up the internet. My mind instantly goes to the website that Toby does his videos on. Double checking to make sure the volume is turned off, I enter the website.

I completely forgot to ask Toby for his email or phone number since I don't have either. (I drop my last phone into a river by accident; lost all my contacts.) But a few quick presses of a button and I find Sam's email, the filmmaker.

While I'm setting up my email, I notice how quiet it has gotten between me and Alex. Minutes tick by and he doesn't say a word. Right when I shoot a quick email to Sam himself, explaining who I am, Alex asks, "Ayden, do you hate me?"

"No, I don't hate you, Alex. I just think that it would be nice if I got something for myself for once. That's why I paid for this with my own money. I'm sorry if it hurts your feelings but... I don't trust you with something this big."

"But we share everything though." Why won't this kid leave it alone? "We live together, for crying out loud. I thought we live by the whole 'What's mine is yours' rule."

I set the laptop to the side and lean down over the bunk to look at him directly in the eye. "I get that. You can do whatever you want, but when I say that the computer is mine, that means: Keep your paws off." I growl the last couple words to keep the point across. Alex shrinks back. "You understand?" The white tiger nods his head.

When I sit back up and get back on my laptop, I feel a little bad. I'm not normally confrontational, let alone argumentative. But even the _thought_of Alex getting his hands on this sends a shiver down my spine. I want to use this computer to talk with my cousin. If he can't respect my privacy, I have no idea why we're living together then.

The notification goes off. Sam emailed me back.

Ayden,

_ It is very nice to meet you! I had no idea that my client, Toby Tiger, had a cousin. From the way he talked about you, it sounds like you're someone that I definitely want to meet. Myself, my husband, Toby and his boyfriend, Fletcher, are all staying at the local Best Western hotel downtown for the next two days. I'm in room 304 while Toby is in room 305. If you ever want to say hello to him (or myself), come down anytime._

_ -Samuel_

_ _

My heart literally does a front flip. Sam, the guy who's been filming porn with my cousin for the past several months, wants to meet _me?_From the sound of it, Toby must have talked to him about me. Did he mention the Cheesecake Factory? If he did, I don't know whether to feel angry or embarrassed. Probably both.

Sam thankfully attached Toby's phone number and Skype info on the email. I send my cousin a text, telling him we have a bit to talk about. He replies: I guess we do.

_ _

Did you tell Sam about the Cheesecake Factory?

No I didn't. But I'm sure that he'd like knowing about it ;)

We said he wants to meet me tomorrow with you.

Sounds like he wants to see the two of us together. If you want, I can tell him about your incestual needs hehe. Who knows, maybe he'll film us fucking?

_ _

_ _ Getting his messages is enough to bring the corners of my mouth up. A blush rises on my cheeks even though he isn't here. Would I be open to Sam filming me? Between getting to fuck Toby again and never getting to for the rest of my life, the choice is obvious. Besides, he does make pretty amazing videos. But what if Alex were to find it? The thought makes me nauseous.

Can Sam blur my face out? I can't have Alex or my boss finding out.

Hmm. I'll talk to him. But even if he can't, I'll still fuck you *kiss*

Thank you J *hugs*

See you tomorrow, cousin. Get some sleep.

_ _

***

I don't say anything to Alex the next morning as I slip my shoes on, grab my computer, and head out into the city again. There's a lot of things I don't trust Alex with and this is one of those things. If anyone were to find out that I fucked with my cousin, I will never be able to live it down. I think about joining Toby with the porn business. It intrigues me, but Alex would ask questions if I suddenly disappeared. Questions I don't want to answer.

Calm down. You're just going to see your cousin, I tell myself. I stole one of Alex's condoms before I left. Not to use it, obviously, but to remind myself that this is really happening. I'm going to get to have sex with Toby again.

Best Western is a three-story hotel that rises near the center of town. The big blue sign that lights up on top of the building at night winks out as I approach it. Must be seven in the morning. Outside in the parking lot, I see Toby (notable from his glittery shorts), a skunk with canine-like ears and tail, a brown fox with green eyes and a green striped tail, and a black wolf taller than everybody else.

Once Toby sees me, he runs up and wraps me up in a loose embrace. "Hey," he whispers, "I'm so happy you're here." I smile up at him and nuzzle him some. "Is that all I get?" He leans down and presses his lips to mine. I moan a little as he parts my lips and wraps his tongue around mine. My sheath swells up. For a second I get a little shy but the feeling goes away.

We pull back one we hear chuckling behind us. "Well isn't this just cute," the skunk says. He holds his paw out to me. "Nice to meet you, I'm Sam."

I grasp his paw and shake. "Ayden. I guess you already knew that, though."

Sam giggles. "This is my husband, Graig." The wolf grunt in reply, keeping his arms crossed. I'm guessing he's not much of a talker. "And that is Fletcher." He points to the fox.

I never thought Toby would fall for a fox, even if their relationship isn't exclusive. His outstretched black paw disappears in mine as we shake paws. "So you're the one that's been fucking with my boyfriend?" Fletcher asks. For a second, I stammer on my words. I can feel the heat rising on my cheeks. The fox smiles and laughs. "I'm only joking. Do you know how many dudes I've _seen_Toby fuck?" My guess is a lot but words fail me.

Toby wraps an arm around me. "It's not my fault. You know my feelings about sex." Fletcher rolls his eyes, but keeps his smile on.

"Alright guys, let's get some breakfast before we do this," Sam says. "I don't know about you guys but I'm starving." Graig and Fletcher follow him back into the hotel.

I grab Toby's arm before he does and he stops in his tracks. "I'm nervous," I admit. "I've never done anything like this before. I'm not exactly good with the camera."

Toby smiles and pets my head. "I get it. I was scared too when I did my first video. But you learn to forget the camera when you're focused so much on making love with the other person." He licks my cheek playfully. "I'm really proud that you are willing to do this with me, though. Sam even told me he was excited about filming his first incest porn."

"Yeah... well... I..." Words tumble out my mouth but nothing comes. But Toby is right, I shouldn't be scared. I've done this with him in _public_for my first time. Now it's in the safety and privacy of a hotel room. Maybe when this is over, me and Toby will become friends with benefits or something like that.

Toby kisses me again when I don't say anything else. This time, the kiss lasts longer, our lips massaging each other, and our saliva co-mingles with my tongue. And for that long minute, I don't think of Toby as a blood relative, I think of him as a lover and a friend. I shouldn't be hiding my incest fetish. So instead, I go with it.

I purr and hug him with my free arm.

My erection presses against his thigh.

No shame.