Walking the Line
Obligatory Content Warning: The following story contains GAY SEX between HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS, and an OBLIGATORY CONTENT WARNING ADDED IN POST BECAUSE I APPARENTLY DECIDED THAT STORIES WITH TEENS DIDN'T NEED A CONTENT WARNING. If any of this offends you, DO NOT READ ON. By reading beyond this point, you waive your right to be offended, because WHY WOULD YOU READ PAST THIS POINT IF YOU DIDN'T LIKE THE THINGS I WARNED YOU ABOUT?!? For those of you whom I haven't scared off... enjoy!
Keith tossed and turned in bed, trying to urge on the sleep that just wouldn't come. It wasn't that he wasn't tired. After the day spent with Damon, he was utterly exhausted, but he couldn't get past how sore his tailhole was... or stop thinking about the things Damon told him.
Unbidden, his imagination replayed the afternoon. He recalled vividly seeing the coyote's cock, the condom, the cold lube, the initial penetration. His cock stiffened in his pajamas as he thought of the coyote's knot filling his hole. And that shower afterwards...
Keith sighed and kicked the covers off. He padded over to his door and peeked out, listening for any sounds. Satisfied that his family was sleep, he eased the door shut and returned to his bed, removing his pajamas as he went.
The coon lay down on his bed, leaving his clothes in a pile on the floor, and wrapped a paw around his throbbing cock. He shut his eyes tight as he recalled the events of the afternoon.
He could almost feel Damon's cock back inside him as he stroked himself. He imagined that it was Damon's paw around his meat rather than his own.
His mind brought him back to the shower as he stroked himself faster. In his mind, he was once again kneeling before the coyote, his tongue exploring every glorious inch of that divine cock. The intense pleasure from feeling that massive cock filling his mouth was only matched by the pleasured moans that filled the air as the coon savored the flavor of Damon's yotehood.
As his dream Damon came in his mouth, his own cock erupted, sending his seed high in the air before it splattered against the coon's chest. He bit his lip and whimpered as squirt after squirt flew from his cock and painted his chest.
Keith went limp as he finished. He panted and played with the splattered seed on his chest with one paw as his other squeezed the last few drops from his own member.
"Damn. Gotta clean up," he muttered.
Slowly, Keith rose from his bed and gathered up his clothes in his arms. He peeked out his bedroom door, and streaked to the bathroom.
Once inside, Keith shut and locked the door and sighed. He dropped his clothes and went through his automatic routine of cleaning himself up with a facecloth. The cloth soaked in warm water felt soothing against his fur. He briefly fantasized about Damon lapping his seed from him, a thought that instantly caused a stirring between the coon's legs despite his recent release.
As soon as he finished, Keith threw the damp cloth over the shower rod and lifted the toilet seat. He let out another sigh as he grabbed his cock and relieved himself.
Fully relieved, the coon flushed and washed his paws, then pulled his pajamas back on before returning to his bedroom. He returned to his bed, pulled the covers back on, and made another futile attempt at sleep.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Damon sat at his desk, staring blankly at the textbook before him. He knew he had to finish this homework, but after his encounter with Keith, he couldn't concentrate on anything.
"Fuck this," he muttered as he grabbed his cell and dialed his best friend, a tiger named Mark.
"Damon!" the tiger said as he answered his phone. "Wassup, man?"
"I need to talk," Damon said, rubbing his temple. "Can you get down to Furbucks in half an hour?"
"Sure," the tiger said. "Everything alright? You sound stressed, dude."
"Kinda. I'll explain later," Damon said.
"Alright, man," Mark replied. "See ya."
Damon sighed as he shut his phone. He grabbed his keys and pocketed his phone as he swept from his bedroom.
"I'm going out," Damon called as he got to the front door.
"Be back by eleven, sweetie!" his mother called from the kitchen.
"Sure, mom," he replied as he left.
Twenty-five minutes later, Damon found himself sitting at the cafe, idly sipping his trendy, overpriced latte. His face betrayed no emotion as Mark walked in, ordered his own trendy, overpriced latte, and joined him at the table.
"Hey, Mark," Damon said as the tiger sat down.
"Sup, dude?" Mark replied.
Damon sighed and took a sip of his latte. "I've got some things on my mind," the coyote said.
"No shit," Mark said with a chuckle. "You only ever come here when somethin' really good happened, or somethin's botherin' you. I guess it's the second right now."
"Yeah," Damon said. "It's about that raccoon who lives down the street from me."
Mark let out a hearty laugh. "Oh, him? He's a tailraiser if I ever saw one."
"I know," Damon said. "I, uh... fucked him."
Mark stared at the coyote for a moment before bursting out in raucous laughter. "Damn, man!" he exclaimed between guffaws. "I knew you were desperate for some tail, but I didn't think you were THAT desperate!"
The tiger's laughter settled down as the realization crept in that Damon wasn't laughing. Quite the contrary - the coyote looked as though he were blushing deeply under his fur.
"Dude," Mark said, leaning in. "You're not, like... a fag, are you?"
Damon sighed and rubbed his eyes. "I don't know," he said. "He was definitely a tight fuck. And eager, too. It's just..."
"What was it, man?" Mark asked.
"Something he said's been bothering me," Damon said.
Mark stifled a chuckle. "What could a fuckin' tailraiser say that could possibly get to ya?" he asked.
"It's not so much what he said but how he said it," Damon replied. "He certainly wasn't the first fur I fucked to declare love for me, but the look in his eyes when he did..."
"Dude," Mark said, putting a paw heavily on the coyote's shoulder. "He's a fuckin' tailraiser. And you're not a fag!" The tiger stared at the coyote as Damon stared resolutely at his trendy, overpriced latte. "You're not a fag.... right?"
"I... I don't know anymore," Damon muttered.
Mark pulled back and took a long draught from his now-cool drink. "It's cool if you are, dude. Just don't ask me for a yiff," he said with a smirk.
"Fuck yourself," Damon said.
"Nah, man, that's what Larissa is for!" Mark replied.
The two furs laughed awkwardly, then silently finished their drinks.
"Well," Damon said as he stood, "Guess I'll see you later, eh?"
"You know it, man," Mark replied, giving the coyote a friendly punch on the shoulder before heading out.
Damon remained rooted where he stood for a moment, then sighed and followed his friend out as he tried to sort out his mixed emotions.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
A week passed. Keith had barely seen Damon since their first sexual encounter the week before. It filled the coon with an overwhelming and contradictory feeling of hope and dread - hope that Damon might have meant what he said that day, and dread that perhaps he had not, that the coyote was deliberately avoiding him.
He hadn't told a soul what had really transpired in that house that afternoon. He couldn't. He didn't know what his friends would think, but he didn't want to risk losing them just because he...
Even in his mind he couldn't admit it. He wasn't sure if he could believe that it had even happened, let alone what it would mean if it really did. It just seemed too good to be true, that his deepest fantasy would find itself playing out so suddenly.
"Hey, Keith!"
The coon nearly leapt clear out of his skin as he was suddenly ripped from his musings by the voice of his best friend, a fox named Tim.
"Don't sneak up on me like that, Tim!" Keith snapped.
"Well, then, pay more attention," Tim shot back as he took a seat next to his friend in the cafeteria. "So, what's up?"
"Oh, nothing much," Keith said absently.
"Oh, really?" Tim said, sarcasm oozing from his voice. He took a sip of his water, then leaned towards his friend. "You've been unusually quiet this week. Anything up?"
"Nothing. I'm fine," Keith said, a little too quickly.
Tim stared at the coon for a moment, clearly unconvinced. "If you say so," he said, shrugging. "But you know you can talk to me about anything. I mean, we've only been friends for what, nine years?"
"Ten years next month," Keith corrected.
"Exactly," Tim said, chuckling a bit and sticking his tongue out at the coon.
Keith sighed softly and stared determinedly at his lunch as he ate and tried to put thoughts of a certain coyote out of his mind. Tim may have been his best friend, but there was no way Keith could talk to him about all of the thoughts and feelings overwhelming him right now.
"Dude, stop spacing out!" the fox said, shaking the coon gently.
"What?" Keith said, tearing his eyes from his sandwich and looking at his friend.
"I asked if you wanted to get together this weekend, maybe play some video games together," Tim said, rolling his eyes playfully at his friend.
"Oh... uh... sure," Keith said.
"Cool," Tim said.
The two furs finished their lunches in silence.
Keith put the idea in the back of his mind. Tim would call later to confirm when they'd get together - he always did. It at least gave the coon something to look forward to, and something that could potentially help him get his mind off of coyote cock. For a little while, at least.
Or so Keith thought.
As Keith made for the bus after school, he felt a strong paw come down on his shoulder. He froze in his tracks and followed the paw to its owner: Damon.
"Hey, Keith," the coyote said, smiling disarmingly.
"H-hey, Damon," Keith said, starting to shiver from nerves.
"Want a lift home?" Damon asked.
"Uh... sure," Keith muttered. He let Damon lead him away from the bus and towards the coyote's red Mustang. He blushed deeply under his fur as he felt the older fur put an arm around his shoulders as they walked.
Without a word, the two furs climbed in to the car, and Damon started off on the route back to their street.
"So, Keith," Damon said as he pulled out of the school's parking lot. "How've you been?"
"Umm... ok, I guess," the coon replied, suddenly shy.
"You guess?" Damon asked. Both furs remained silent for a moment. "Last week's on your mind, isn't it?"
Keith released a small gasp. "You... you mean... when we..."
"Yiffed," Damon said, finishing the coon's sentence. He glanced over at the coon. Keith stared resolutely at his footpaws, blushing hotly under his fur. "Guess that answers that," Damon said. He remained silent for a moment, measuring his next words. "So... what did you think of it?"
Keith blushed deeply, staring first at his own, then at Damon's footpaws, as he answered. "Well... I... I really... really liked it," he stammered.
Damon chuckled as he rounded a corner, and glanced at the coon from the corner of his eye. "Think you might wanna do it again some time?" he asked.
The coon slowly turned his head to face the coyote and nodded slowly. "I'd love to," he whispered.
Damon smiled mischievously at the coon. "Alright, then," Damon said. "How about now?"
Keith gasped and stared at Damon, stunned. "You mean... while you're driving?"
"If you want to," Damon said. "Or I could take us out to somewhere a little more secluded."
Keith weighed the options before him. He took a deep breath, then reached across and unzipped Damon's pants.
"Yeah," Damon muttered. "Be a good boy."
Keith's paws started to tremble as he reached into Damon's pants and pulled out his already stiffening member. He took another breath, then leaned down and took the first couple inches right into his muzzle, gripping the coyote's cock at the base.
Damon let out a low murr as the warm coon muzzle engulfed his cock. "That's it... work it like you need it," he whispered.
Keith murred softly and swirled his tongue around the now fully hard cock filling his muzzle. His world shrunk in an instant to just the rumble of the engine, the gasps and moans of the coyote, and the hot length of meat tenderly cradled in his muzzle.
He tried to think back to the shower with Damon, tried to recall all of the little tips Damon had told him, but all he could think about was how good it felt to have the coyote's stiff meat back in his muzzle. It felt so wrong to be doing this while Damon was driving, and yet it felt so right. Keith was far too intoxicated by the taste of the coyote's cock to care.
The coon barely noticed when the car stopped, and the coyote's paws moved to his head, scritching behind his ears.
"Almost there," Damon panted between moans.
Keith started to bob his muzzle along Damon's shaft, applying the gentle suction he had practiced in the shower. He moaned softly around Damon's cock as the coyote started to shudder, his cum erupting from his cock and filling Keith's mouth. The coon swallowed it down eagerly and continued to suck until he was forced off.
The coon blinked as he looked around. He was in a part of town he'd never seen before, though if he had to guess, he'd assume that Damon had taken them somewhere in the state forest.
"Where are we?" Keith asked.
Damon chuckled. "It's my favorite spot out in the woods," he replied. "No one ever comes out here. We're all alone."
Keith swallowed. The taste of Damon's spunk was still fresh on his tongue.
"W-why'd you take us here?" he asked.
The coyote grinned and pushed Keith back against his seat - not roughly, but with enough force to get his point across.
"I wanted to try something," Damon whispered in his ear. "If you'll let me."
Keith shivered a bit. He was understandably nervous at being alone with the coyote who only a week before he thought hadn't even known his name. He nodded slowly, his curiosity getting the best of him.
Damon grinned, and wrapped one arm around Keith's shoulders as his other went up the coon's shirt, feeling at the young teen's soft, undefined chest.
"Hands up," Damon whispered.
Keith obeyed, and Damon removed the coon's shirt and began unabashedly exploring the coon's chest with his paw.
"Mmm... I like this," Damon whispered sensually. "But I think I like this better."
Before Keith could protest, his jeans and underwear were down by his ankles, and Damon's paw was gently caressing the coon's own throbbing member.
"D-Damon," Keith stuttered. "W-what are you--"
"Shh," Damon said, and he pressed his lips to Keith's.
The coon melted in the coyote's arms as he felt the warm lips of his crush touching his. Keith's jaw dropped a bit and his eyes fluttered shut. A small gasp escaped the coon as he felt Damon's tongue sneak into his muzzle and trace his own before quickly withdrawing.
Keith shuddered and moaned softly as Damon started planting little kisses on the coon's chest, slowly working lower and lower.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
A shiver ran down Damon's spine as he kissed the coon's chest. Part of him was screaming at him that he was doing was wrong, that he wasn't a fag and never would be. And yet it felt so right, being here with this other boy, the first fur to ever look him right in the eyes and sincerely say "I love you." Who would be a better choice for exploring the questions that had arisen about his own sexuality?
Damon was nearly in a trance as he kissed lower and lower down the coon's chest, until something bumping against his chin brought him right back to reality. He pulled his muzzle back and looked at the coon's member as he wrapped a paw around the base to hold it steady.
The coyote couldn't help but to stare at it for a moment. It was definitely smaller than his, and it was quite clear from the drop of pre at the tip that Keith was very excited. He figured a cock that size would easily all fit into his muzzle.
Damon took a slow, deep breath, and slid his tongue across the coon's tip, snatching up the pre and sampling the flavor of male flesh.
Keith let out another shuddering gasp, and his body tensed. Damon chuckled and whispered in the coon's ear, "Ever had another guy suck your cock?" The coyote grinned as the coon shook his head. "Guess I'll be the first, then."
With that, Damon lowered his head back to the coon's crotch, steeled his nerves, and took the coon's cock right into his muzzle.
It was a curious feeling to be on the giving end of oral, rather than receiving. He swirled his tongue around the coon's cock, exploring the shaft and considering the flavor. It tasted... fleshy. Not an unpleasant taste, though definitely a new experience for the coyote. Of course, judging by the way Keith was squirming and moaning, it seemed that the coon wasn't objecting to the 'yote's explorations in the least.
Damon started bobbing his muzzle along the length of coonmeat in his muzzle, copying the motions he had so often felt against his own member. Keith's paws gripped Damon's ears as he worked. The coyote briefly considered asking him to release his ears, but thought better of it. After all, how many bitches had he held to his crotch as they sucked him off? They'd all seemed to love it, and besides, the entire point of this was exploring another guy as so many bitches had explored him. Why not get the full experience?
Damon didn't get much time to contemplate this. The coon shuddered and moaned out as his cock suddenly erupted in the coyote's muzzle. Damon stifled a chuckle as he felt the coon's seed filling his muzzle, recalling how quickly he had got off the first time he'd gotten a blow job. It wasn't the best, of course, and the bitch turned out to be... well, a total bitch, and not in the good way.
The coyote let the coon's seed sit on his tongue for a moment as he considered the flavor. Musky, salty, distinct. He couldn't say he liked it, but it wasn't exactly unpleasant, either. He mentally shrugged and swallowed it down. It felt a tad slimy going down his throat. He pulled off the coon's cock with a slurp and leaned up to kiss the coon's cheek.
"How was that, cutie?" Damon whispered in Keith's ear.
"Ah... in... credible," Keith muttered between pants.
Damon chuckled and pulled the coon's pants and underwear back up, tucking the coon's bits away before sitting back in his seat and starting the car.
"Let's get you home now," Damon said.
"S-sure," Keith panted, pulling his shirt back on.
They drove back to their street in silence.