Strange Feelings

Story by Innerfurry on SoFurry

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Disclaimer: This is a fictional, adult-orientated furry story and is not appropriate for readers under the age of 18. If you do not like M/M, furry, or any kind of sex, do not read this. I do not own the rights for brand names used in the story, but the characters, town names, and story titles belong to me and me only.

Thanks for choosing to read my first ever adult story! Please enjoy it. If you have any comments feel free to post them or send me a PM.

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A Strange Feeling

By Innerfurry

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"Hey Mark," a small fox yelled from down the hall. The fox's fur was light gold, which went good with his short brown hair and dark brown eyes. He was always smiling, making jokes and being all around funny all the time. Being an even six feet tall with a lean build, he was a normal sized fox. He was well rounded in sports, not being good enough to make the varsity teams, but good at anything he tried. He didn't complain because it kept him in good shape. He was well liked by many of the furs at his school because he was always caring and nice to them.

"Sup Ben," the larger wolf yelled back as he stopped to allow the smaller fox to catch up. Mark Blackwood was a pretty average student. He made jokes in class but still got A's, so none of his teachers minded too much. He was six feet two inches tall and had dark grey fur, with a random pattern of white splotches on his back. He kept his hair black hair short due to the hot weather of the summer. He had emerald green eyes, which set him apart from his parents who had dark brown eyes. He was pretty muscular compared to many of the other wolves at East Fur High. Mark never played any sports, he just lifted weights. He was always told to go tryout for the football team, but he hushed them away because he didn't like the idea of physically hurting someone. For someone so big, he was a very passive person.

Ben ran down the hallway, dodging the other students, and nearly knocking down a bull, until he was right in front of Mark. He put his hands on his knees, panting from his run down the hall. Finally catching his breath, he looked up at Mark.

"I'm going to tell my parents tonight, about...well you know, and I was hoping you would be there with me, in case they don't take it too well," Ben told the wolf, pleading him with his beautiful brown eyes.

"Why would they be mad at you, they love you." Mark replied with a hint of uncertainty in his voice. He had only been over to Ben's house a few times, and had only met his parents once. For the most part, Ben spent more time at Mark's than at his own house.

"Yeah...but what if they hate me for it?" Ben quickly interrupted. "I don't know how they feel about people being gay. What if they throw me out? What if they disown me? I can't live on my own. Where will I go?" Ben was going a mile a minute and Mark quickly interrupted to keep the fox from having a nervous breakdown.

"Ben...Ben...BEN!" Mark finally yelled, grabbing Ben by the shoulders and lightly shaking him to snap him out of it. "Your parents will not care if you're gay."

Mark had found out his best friend, who he had known since he was a pup, was gay only six months ago, back when they were still juniors in school. He remembered how nervous Ben had been when he told him and how relieved Ben was to find out Mark didn't hate him for it. As for Ben's parents, Mark hadn't met them many times and always just assumed they were nice people because Ben was nice. "Don't worry Ben; they won't be mad at you, trust me."

"That's easy for you to say," Ben quickly snapped back. "You don't have to tell your parents that you're gay." Ben looked like he was on the verge of tears. He quickly wiped his eyes, remembering he was at school and didn't want his fellow classmates to see him crying, and lowered his head. He already got enough flack for being gay. He heard the words fag, tail raiser, and queer every day. He was pushed into lockers and even beat up a few times here and then. Once, he was beat up to the point where he even blacked out. Of course, when he woke up, it was to the soft gentle voice of Mark, who had found him lying behind the school. Mark just picked him up off the pavement and carried him to the nurse's office before she left for the day. That's why he always liked Mark, because even though he had the appearance of a tough, hard ass kid, he was a really compassionate friend. In fact, he always hung around Mark because nobody messed with Mark due to his size, and not to mention he looked really cute.

"You're right...you're right," Mark sighed, "but I want you to ask yourself a question Ben, are you happy with the person you are?"

The fox thought about it for a minute and replied "y-yes." Slightly looking up from the cracked tile he had been staring at on the ground.

"Are you happy with your life?" Mark asked again a little more sternly.

"Yes," The fox replied, with much more confidence in his voice.

Mark placed a paw under his friends chin and lifted up his friends head, and looked the smaller fox directly in the eyes, "Then your parents should feel the same way."

"I guess you're right," Ben replied suddenly looking at the ground again. "I just wish that you could be there with me, to protect me like you always have." Ben had quietly started sobbing again.

Mark placed a muscular arm around the fox's shoulder and pulled him into a hug, ignoring the looks he got from the other students walking by. "I really wish I could, but its Oscar's party tonight and I promised that goofy Sheppard I'd be there."

"Yeah I know, you should go to the party. I mean, you promised him you'd be there," Ben replied as he slowly walked away, his head hanging low.

"Hey Ben," Mark said to the sulking fox, "give me a call after you told your parents and we'll talk about how it went okay."

"Okay," Ben meekly replied, "Well, see you later then."

"Yeah see ya man," Mark replied, and with that they hurried down the hall, each heading for their respected classrooms. Ben tried to keep his usual smile for the rest of the day, but deep down, Ben had a bad feeling about what was going to unfold later that night.


Mark could feel the beat of the music as it pumped inside the German Sheppard's house. Stepping into the Sheppard's house, he scanned the crowd for the person he had come to see. Not seeing Oscar, Mark had made his way through the crowds of people in the party until he finally located him.

"Hey Oscar, sweet party," Mark yelled over the loud music.

"Oscar jumped at the sudden loud noise behind him; he turned to look at Mark and yelled back "fuckin finally man, I've been waiting for you to get here for forever."

"Yeah, well let's go with me being fashionably late." Mark laughingly replied to the German Sheppard.

"Well, you still look like shit to me," Oscar smirked. They both started laughing as they high fived and headed towards the kitchen to get some drinks. Mark could tell from his friend breath that he had alcohol at the party, but Mark had no intention of drinking tonight.

"Can I get you a beer," Oscar asked, already reaching for a beer.

"No thanks man' you know I'm not into drinking."

"Yeah, whatever man. So any bitches hear you thinking about fucking tonight?" Oscar asked as he hungrily scanned the room.

"Not tonight Oscar, I'm just here to have some fun." Mark told his friend, making sure to avoid eye contact.

"OH COME ON," Oscar replied rather loudly. "You can't be a virgin for forever, eventually you have to get your first fuck. So just tell me, who is it going to be?"

"NOBODY," Mark replied in frustration, "I'm not ready to have sex yet, so you can just lay off." Mark was starting to get angry, he liked hanging out with Oscar, but sometimes he could be a real asshole. Oscar new damn well that he was shy and didn't want to lose his virginity until he found the right person.

"Okay, okay, sorry I forgot."

"Well, try not to let it happen again."

"Maybe it's that queer you hang around with," Oscar mumbled under his breath. Mark's acute ears picked it up however, and he began to get mad again.

"I told you not to call him that. I hang around with him because I like to. I know you're a homophobe, but I'm not alright." Mark sternly told the Sheppard, staring him directly in the eyes.

"Okay, God, you need to lighten up a little bit more."

Deciding not to let his anger ruin the evening, Mark calmed himself down. "Yeah, whatever, let's just go enjoy ourselves, I came here to have a good time, so let's have one."

"Fine, let's go see who else is here and dance for a while," Oscar said, grabbing his beer on his way out of the kitchen. "We're going to tear this place up; I'm a fuckin party animal."

"Hehe, now you're talking," Mark replied as the two headed out of the kitchen and into the mass of furs in the living room. However, as he was walking toward the group of dancing furs, he couldn't help thinking about his friend who had probably just told his parents the news of their lives. I sure hope he's okay, Mark thought to himself.


"WHAT THE FUCK, YOU BETTER BE FUCKIN WITH ME," Ben's dad was screaming bloody murder at him and it was all Ben could do not to break down in tears right there.

Just as Ben had feared, his parents hadn't taken to him being gay well at all. In fact, it was the single most horrifying moment of his life. His dad's face was the definition of rage and fury. He was too scared to even look up from the floor; he feared he might start crying if he looked into his father's eyes. His mom said nothing, she just stared at the wall, too afraid of her husband to stand up and stop him.

"Dad I'm sorry," Ben tried to look at his father, but was afraid of what he would see.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOUR NOT SORRY YOU FUCKIN PIECE OF SHIT," Ben's dad had veins bulging all over his head. Ben was beginning to tremble from his father's fury of rage. He felt tears forming in his eyes, and fought desperately to hold them back.

"Dad stop it your scaring me." Ben had started to cry and was so scared he couldn't even move. It was like he was glued to the chair he was sitting in. He knew he could try a break for the door, but his body wasn't going anywhere.

Ben's dad quickly stepped forward and grabbed his son by the arm, squeezing him until his knuckles were white. Pain shot through Ben's arm from the vice like grip.

"OWW... stop it dad...you're hurting my arm." Ben cried between sobs. He turned to his mother, "M-Mom...it hurts! Make him stop." She didn't respond, instead, she buried her head in her paws and, from what Ben could tell from the spasms in her back, began to cry.

"I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU UNGRATEFULL PIECE OF SHIT," Ben's dad screamed as he punched his son hard on the nose and dropped him to the floor. Ben fell with a thud to the floor, reaching up, he clutched his nose from the pain.

"AARRGGHHH," Ben cried from the pain. He just lay there in a heap; he could already feel the blood trickling from his nose.

"I BET IT WAS THAT MOTHER FUCKER MAT...MIKE...MARK, WHATEVER THE HELL HIS NAME IS. I'VE NOTICED HOW OFTEN YOU TWO ARE TOGETHER; HE PROBABLY FUCKED YOU, DIDN'T HE?" Ben's dad was about to boil over. He looked as though he might kill the small fox lying on the floor. "HE'S PROBABLY THE ONE WHO MADE YOU A FUCKIN TAILRAISER. I'M GONNA BITE HIS FUCKIN HEAD OFF."

"Shut up you son of a bitch, Mark isn't gay, and he is my only true friend. At least he cares about me." Ben had really begun to cry now. Tears stung his eyes and started streaming down his face as he realized just how alone he truly was.

"WELL HE WON'T BE YOUR FRIEND FOR LONG, I'M SENDING YOU AWAY TO A BOARDING SCHOOL WHERE YOU CAN BE STRAIGHTENED UP AND LEARN TO LIKE A GIRL LIKE EVERY NORMAL GUY." Ben's dad started pacing the floor again, obviously thinking deeply about something.

"DAD, you can't do that," Ben whimpered from the floor. He clung to the floor in an attempted to be as far as possible from his furious father.

"YOU BROUGHT THIS APON YOURSELF YOU LITTLE SON OF A BITCH. HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME AND YOUR MOTHER," his dad was screaming so viciously, that it made him forget about his bloody nose.

"Dad...why can't you...just be ...happy for me," Ben managed to get out between sobs.

"HAPPY FOR YOU... HAPPY FOR YOU, YOU TELL ME YOU'RE A FUCKIN COCK SUCKING TAIL RAISER AND YOU EXPECT ME TO BE HAPPY FOR YOU," Ben's dad paused, he looked as though he was going to hit his son again, but instead turned and began pacing the floor again. He was obviously fuming with rage.

Ben quickly glanced at the door, but his dad saw him out of the corner of his eye. "OH NO YOU DON'T," Ben's dad yelled as he grabbed his son by the scruff of his neck, picked him up, and pinned him against the wall. Ben yelped from the pain, he hadn't been lifted that way since he was a pup. Now he was much bigger and heavier.

Ben's vision got fuzzy for a moment from the force of the hit. He regained focus and saw a pair hateful and rage filled eyes glaring directly at him, inches away from his own, seeming to pierce his very soul. He glanced over at his mom and cried "Mom...help me...do something." She looked up at her son, but then just brought her paws up to her face, cried into her hands, and ran out of the room. "Mom?" Ben cried, realizing that his own mom wasn't even going to help him.

"DON'T YOU DARE TALK TO YOUR FUCKING MOTHER YOU MOTHER FUCKIN QUEER. YOU CAN TALK TO HER AFTER YOU AREN'T SUCH A DISCRACE."

Ben Anger began to boil over now. He was tired of his father and his mother. Ben decided to leave, he quickly kicked his dad in the shin and, after his dad released him to grab his throbbing shin, made a desperate attempt to reach the door before his dad could catch him, but just as Ben reached the door handle, he felt something hard thud him on the side of the head. He crumpled to the floor, clutching his head in pain, he saw his father snarling down at him, and he could feel more blood flowing from his nose. His dad turned and walked upstairs. Closing his eyes, Ben began to cry, afraid of what would happen to him. Ben was in too much shock and pain to move. He just laid there, curled into a ball, crying. I wish Mark was here, then he'd protect me from my father. He would cradle me in his arms and take me away from this horrible place. Hearing footsteps again, Ben panicked. He tried to get up but he soon felt a paw grab him. He heard the door open and had no idea what was going on. And the next thing he knew, he was being thrown out. He screamed in pain as he hit the concrete and rolled over, and as he started to get up he felt a bag land on his back, knocking him back down. Ben gathered enough strength to get up and look into the doorway. Standing there, glaring at him was his dad.

"D-Dad?" Ben asked as tears began to fill his eyes.

Ben's father looked down at his pathetic excuse for a son and said "Get out of my sight, you're no son of mine," and with that, his father slammed the door.

Ben screamed his father's name over and over, in an attempt to get him to open the door. He pounded for what seemed like hours, but there was no response from inside. Ben walked down the stairs of the porch, he picked up the bag and looked inside, it contained all the clothes he had in his dresser. Ben picked up the bag and began to limp away from the house, tears streaking his face as he cried uncontrollably. The cold air made his wet cheeks freezing, but Ben hardly noticed, he was much more concerned about where he was going to stay. Who would take him in. He was so upset, that he didn't even think about a certain wolf, a certain wolf that would comfort him and care for him.


"See ya Oscar," Mark yelled to his friend as he hurried toward his car. Mark was running because it had started raining not too long ago.

"Yeah see ya man, thanks for showing up," the Sheppard hollered back.

Mark quickly climbed into his car and grabbed a blanket from the back seat to dry himself off. He tossed the blanket in the passenger seat, started his car, and started off toward his house. He decided to drive through the park because it would be a shortcut and he hated driving in the rain, especially a downpour like this. He took a sharp turn and reached a stop sign with a right and left turn. Directly in front of him lay Edward Park, named for the fur who designed it. He looked both ways and was just about to pull out when he noticed someone sitting on the bench in front of him. Stupid homeless people, Mark thought to himself, chuckling at his remark. But the more he stared at the fur, the more they looked familiar. He stared at the fur sitting on the bench for another minute and scratched his head, wondering who they reminded him of. A sudden flash of lightning streaked across the sky and lit up the fur on the bench.

"HOLY SHIT, BEN?" the wolf yelled as another flash of lightning confirmed his fear.

Ben was soaked, and was sitting with his head hung low next to a small duffle bag. Mark quickly jumped out of the car, remembering the blanket in the passenger seat, he leaned back in and grabbed the blanket. Climbing back out of his car, he turned and ran out to his friend. As he reached Ben, he looked up from the ground. His eyes were red and Mark could very easily tell that he had been crying. He quickly sat down next to his friend and draped the blanket over both of their shoulders.

"They hate me," Ben cried as he looked back down at the ground.

"Your parents?" Mark asked trying to calm his best friend. Ben just nodded. "Oh Ben, I am so sorry," Mark noticed the dried blood on his friend muzzle and the black eye he had developed. "Who did this to you," he asked as he began to scrub the blood off of Ben's nose. Ben didn't answer. "Was it your parents as well?" Ben nodded and began to sob again.

"It all happened so fast...and... I was so scared...I thought my dad was going to kill me," Ben cried, tightly hugging himself.

"Well, come on, your coming home with me tonight. It's freezing out here and you need to stay with someone who can take care of you," Mark said calmly to the fox, "and I won't let your parents hurt you anymore, you're safe with me, and...and I'm so sorry I wasn't there with you when you told them."

"Oh thank you Mark" Ben cried as he hugged his friend tight. Mark blushed straight through his fur. His nose caught the scent of the fox that clung to him and his mind suddenly flashed an image of his friend hugging him on his bed, both of them naked and then, Whoa, where the hell did that come from, Mark thought, he quickly silenced the thought. It felt wrong to think of his friend like that, but, at the same time, he was having the strangest feeling of compassion inside his heart, his very soul. Mark shook off the feeling. That was weird, he thought to himself. However, he soon found himself hugging the fox back, feeling extremely guilty for not being there with him. Ben had always been there for him, and he ditched his friend for a fucking party. Mark picked his friend up onto his feet.

"Come on, let's get you out of this rain before you catch a cold," Mark told Ben, speaking softly.

"Okay," Ben replied with a sigh.

With that, Mark slowly led Ben to the passenger seat of his car. He opened the door and helped the soaked fox climb into the passenger seat, not even worrying about whether or not his car seats were ruined. Mark walked around the car and climbed in the driver side. He started up the car, turned on the heat, and drove toward his house, keeping his arm around the fox the whole way there.


By the time they had pulled into the driveway Ben had stopped crying. He was actually doing everything in his power not to stare at the extremely good looking wolf sitting next to him. He had smelled Marks arousal when they had hugged, and was curious whether or not his best friend had "other" feelings for him. He tried staring out the window, but constantly found himself staring out of the corner of his eye at his best friend, who he had always found quite attractive. It took all his strength to keep down his growing erection. While he didn't have a huge cock, his 7 inch cock was nothing to smirk at.

Mark climbed out of the car and walked around to Ben's side and opened the door for him, helping him out as he did. Mark reached out a paw allowing Ben to grab it as he lifted him out of the car.

"Oh, what a gentleman" Ben teased, feeling much better now that he was with Mark. He always felt so safe and wanted when he was around him. Ben never wanted to leave Mark's side. He felt more complete now than he ever had before, even though he had just been disowned. Just knowing that Mark would never let anything happen to him, made him feel warm inside. Ben smiled, he just couldn't help himself, he always felt so happy around Mark. Just looking into the wolf's eyes made him blush through his fur.

"Well, it looks like someone is feeling better," Mark said with a grin, realizing that his friend was smiling again. Though, while it was a very weak one, it was a smile none the less.

Ben just smiled and pulled his friend into another hug, not wanting to let go. Mark was still unsure of his feelings though. His head was swimming with thoughts about himself and Ben. I really like Ben...but do I...love him? Mark felt so warm and loved being so close to Ben, but he soon began to feel discomfort in his pants, and realized that his cock was poking its head out of its sheath. Mark realized he had to pull away from Ben before he felt his growing erection against his leg. Mark put a paw over his maw and coughed and alerted Ben of his discomfort. Ben quickly let go of him and blushed.

"Sorry, your fur is just really soft and warm," Ben lied, not wanting Mark to find out his true feelings for him. While he wanted to say it so bad, to scream it as loud as he could, he wasn't sure how Mark would take it, and wasn't ready to kicked out of another house. For now, his secret would have to remain just that, a secret.

"It's okay," Mark replied, his head swimming with even more thoughts. I just got an erection from hugging my friend...maybe I am in love with him. Mark pushed aside the thought as he was startled by the sudden coldness of raindrops as a few landed on his nose.

"We should probably head inside," Mark suggested.

"Yeah, it's starting to rain again and it's freezing out here," Ben replied, wrapping his arm around himself and shivering.

As Mark opened the door, he called to his parents to let them know he was home.

"MOM...DAD...I'm Home," Mark yelled.

"OKAY," came two simultaneous responses, both from the kitchen.

Marks parents looked not unlike him. His dad had just about the same muscle mass as Mark, but was slightly taller. He kept his hair short, and combed due to his job. He got called into offices to fix computer problems the company was having and got called from home all the time. His mom had a very nice body structure, considering that she'd had Mark. She had long grey hair that she let drape over her shoulders, and on rare occasion, put in a ponytail. Unlike Mark though, both his parents had dark brown eyes, to his green.

His mom stuck her head around the wall that separated the kitchen from the living room. She was going to ask Mark how the party was and to wash up for dinner, until she noticed Ben was there with him.

"Oh...hello Ben, I didn't know you were coming over," she gave Mark a frustrated look. "I would have made more for dinner."

"It's okay Mrs. Blackwood, I already ate," Ben quietly replied.

"Ben are feeling okay..."

Ben didn't answer. He was staring at the ground holding back tears, not wanting to worry Mark's mom. Seeing Mark's mom made him remember that he would never get to see his again.

"Well are you staying here for the night or," Mark stepped forward, interrupting his mother.

"Ugh Mom, I'll explain in a minute," Mark told his mother.

She stared at him with a confused expression for a brief minute, but then shrugged and leaned back into the kitchen to continue making dinner.

"Hey Ben," Mark said turning toward the fox after his Mom wasn't in ear shot, "why don't you go ahead upstairs and get in the shower so you can get the blood and rain water off of your fur. I'm going to go let my parents know that you're staying with us tonight. I'm sure they won't mind though, they really like you and they would be more than happy to let you live here for awhile." Mark smiled at the fox, showing off all his shiny white teeth.

"Okay," Ben replied, blushing through his fur at the thought of people going through so much trouble just for him. Getting all this attention was making Ben feel uncomfortable.

"Oh wait Ben," Mark quickly said before the fox could get up the stairs, "let me have your bag, I'll put your clothes in the dryer and you can just wear a towel or something while we wait for them to dry." Mark would have offered Ben some of his clothes, but Ben would have been too small to wear any of them.

"Okay, here," the fox replied as he tossed Mark his soaked bag of clothes.

Mark grabbed the bag of clothes and headed into the kitchen to talk with his parents. Ben headed upstairs to take a shower, feeling right at home in his best friend's house, probably because he had been in it so many times. He remembered the many sleepovers he had in the house, and all the times that they had played at the park and they had gotten dirty, and after he and Mark had showered he would walk out of the bathroom, naked, WHOA! Where the hell did that come from? Why the hell did I just think of my best friend like that? Thinking back to the car ride over to Mark's, Ben began to wonder, is it possible I'm in love with Mark? I know I have a crush on him, but do I Love him? Shaking the thought he continued upstairs toward Mark's room. There were only two bedrooms in the house, Mark's, and his Parent's, seeing how Mark was an only child. Ben already knew he would have to stay in Marks room tonight, and the thought of sleeping in the same room as his friend caused him to become aroused. He pushed the thought from his mind and continued toward Mark's room.

Ben shed his clothes onto the bathroom floor and climbed into the shower. He turned on the water and closed his eyes as the warmth enveloped his body and ran down his fur.

Ben awoke in a bed. Unaware of where he was, he quickly looked around and sighed a sigh of relief, it was his own bedroom; he'd recognize his AC/DC and Iron Maiden posters anywhere. His sharply tuned fox ears twitched as he heard what sounded like muffled cries coming from the kitchen. Ben quickly climbed out of bed to go investigate the strange sound. He walked down the hallway starting to panic at what it might be. The thought of a burglar being in his house made him shiver. The walk to the kitchen seemed to take forever. He finally emerged into the kitchen and looked around for the cause of the sound until another muffled whine directed him to it. He couldn't believe what he was observing; quickly rubbing his eyes he tried to adjust his vision so he could make sure he was seeing clearly. He was watching his dad viciously punching and clawing at someone on the floor. It was dark and he couldn't make out who it was. He got up and walked over toward his dad. He was startled when his dad suddenly got up and walked away from the heap on the ground. He walked right past Ben, and Ben couldn't understand why his dad had ignored him. He slowly stepped forward and realized that the heap on the ground was a small fox. He got closer to the fox, feeling a very uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. Sweat began to bead on his forehead as he approached the fox lying on the ground, which had showed no signs of movement. The fox was lying on his chest, face down in a pool of blood. Ben reached out and grabbed the far shoulder of the fox. He felt as though he was going to puke, but continued to roll the fox over. He clasped a hand to his mouth and his eyes grew tremendously as the sudden shock of realization overtook him. The fox was him, except he had blood all over his face, and two black eyes, as well as many deep scratches. Ben quickly realized that the fox was dead, that he was dead.

"NNNNNOOOOO," Ben yelled, opening his eyes he quickly realized he was in Mark's shower. He was overcome with mixed emotions and leaned his back against the cold wall. His legs felt weak, and slid down the back wall and buried his head in his knees. He began crying uncontrollably at the remembrance of his parents hate towards him. He cried for the loneliness he felt, for his quick failures in his few relationships.

Mark, who had been walking up the stairs, heard Ben yell and quickly ran into the bathroom to make sure that his friend was okay, nearly tripping on Ben's clothes in the doorway.

"BEN, BEN, are you okay," Mark yelled as he burst into the room. He heard crying coming from inside the shower. Not caring that he was still wearing clothes, he quickly jumped into the shower to, what he thought would be, his friend's aide.

Ben jumped from the sudden appearance of his friend. He quickly stood up and stared at the wolf that was quickly getting soaked in front of him. Ben lost all control of his emotions and quickly pulled Mark into another fierce hug. Mark yelped a little in surprise, but was soon more worried with calming down his friend. He placed a paw on the fox's back and gently rubbed it.

"It's gonna be okay," Mark calmly told his friend. "My parents feel extremely bad about what happened to you and are more than willing to let you stay here until things are sorted out. I mean, you practically are family." Mark said as he moved his hand up from Ben's back and rubbed the back of his head.

Ben didn't answer. He was completely lost in thought. Finally rotating his head, he stared Mark in the eyes. Tears began to come to his eyes again; he could feel some running down his cheek. He pulled himself tighter to Mark, burying his head into his shoulder.

"W-Why Mark...W-Why did they have to hate me," Ben sobbed into Mark's shoulder.

"I don't know," replied Mark in a soothing voice, "some people just can't accept people who are different. Your father is one of those people. But don't hate yourself; you're way too good for your parents anyway."

"But why couldn't they just be happy for me. I loved them, and they kicked me out onto the street like I was a piece of trash." Ben said. He had calmed down enough to look Mark in the eyes.

"I don't know, but if they can't accept you for who you are, then they aren't good enough for you," Mark replied. Just looking into Ben's helpless eyes was enough to make his eyes start to tear up; he hated to see people cry. "But if you don't stop crying Ben...you're going to make me cry."

"Sorry," Ben said as he wiped the tears from his eyes. "I-I really appreciate everything you are doing for me Mark. I've always appreciated all the things you do for me. You have always been there for me and you've supported me and protected me and I...I..." Suddenly, Ben quickly leaned forward and pulled Mark into a deep and passionate kiss. Mark eyes shot open from the sudden action of his friend. He just stood there in shock, clearly not expecting Ben's sudden gesture.

Ben quickly pulled away from his friend, blushing completely through his fur and looking at the ground. He hadn't meant to do that, but he now knew that he was deeply in love with Mark, and that he had been ever since he met him. That feeling in the park, in the car, right now; they all gave Ben the same safe and warm feeling. Ben knew now what the strange feeling was. It was love. He was in love. He felt so sure of it; he was in love for the first time in his life, and with his best friend to. Ben looked up from the ground at Mark.

Mark just stood there, mouth hanging open, staring at his friend. Mark's head was swimming; he wasn't sure what to think. Both furs just stood there, staring at one another for what seemed like ages.

"W-Well...um...I-I should go get us some towels," Mark shakily said, breaking the silence.

He turned off the water and opened the door, his arm shaking so much he could barely grip the handle. He couldn't understand it, he knew it was wrong for him to kiss his best friend, but it felt so right, so passionate. As he headed for his room, that same feeling he had felt while hugging Ben on the bench returned as he reminisced on what it had felt like to kiss his friend. Ben's mouth was really warm, and his lips were so soft, Mark thought to himself, replaying the moment over in his head. He felt a sudden discomfort in his pants and realized that his cock was sliding out of its sheath. Quickly covering up the bulge forming in his pants, he ran the rest of the way down the hall into his room and grabbed some towels.

Ben still couldn't believe what he had done. He had always found his friend attractive, even hot, but he had never imagined making as bold of a move as kissing him before. He knew it was wrong for him to kiss his best friend, I mean Mark was straight after all, but it felt so right. That feeling he had in the car, when he couldn't take his eyes off the muscular wolf, crept back into his mind and he suddenly felt his cock sliding out of its sheath. He looked down to find the pink tip starting to poke its head out. Calm down, he thought to himself, it's one thing to kiss him, but to have him come back and see you hard as rock would be too much. Breathing in and out deeply as his cock slowly shrank back into its sheath.

Mark knocked on the door of the bathroom and asked, "Ben, can I come in."

"Yeah you can come in," Ben replied, staying behind the shower curtain

"Here," Mark said as he tossed a towel over the curtain and into the shower.

"Thanks," was all Ben could say as he wrapped the towel around his waist as Mark had.

After what seemed like forever, Mark finally broke another awkward silence and said, "it's late Ben, we should get to bed."

"Yeah, you're probably right," Ben replied, "I'll go get the sofa bed ready." Ben knew that Mark felt uncomfortable about the kiss and probably felt even more uncomfortable having him sleep in the same room, let alone bed, as him. He turned toward the stairs, held hung low, and had only taken a few steps when a paw grabbed him on the shoulder.

"NO," Mark loudly cried, suddenly realizing how desperate he had sounded and letting go of Ben's shoulder, "I-I mean, no...you are going to sleep with me tonight. My bed is big enough, and you shouldn't be alone tonight. You need to be with someone who cares for you. Besides, it's going to be freezing tonight and the living room is always really cold."

Ben's eyes lit up at the sudden thought of sleeping in the same bed as Mark. "Oh thank you Mark," Ben cried, holding back the urge to hug Mark and bury himself in the wolf's soft fur. He just wanted to hug him and never let go.

"Unfortunately, your clothes are still soaked because my mom was using the dryer, so you will have to sleep naked, my boxers won't fit you." Mark's mind wondered what it would be like to sleep with Ben naked, to hug his soft body close to his chest, feeling the warmth from him, but feeling another twinge from his cock, he quickly hushed the thought. Maybe I really do have feelings for Ben, Mark thought to himself as he stared at the cute fox standing in fornt of him with the happiest expression he had seen him with all day. He was snapped back to reality by the sound of Ben's voice.

"That's okay, I always slept naked at home, I never liked the feeling of being constricted by my boxers."

"W-Well, if you don't mind Ben, I-I can't stand to wear boxers to bed either, so if you don't mind, I would sleep naked too, but let me know if it would be too awkward for you." Mark nervously said, trying to hide his blush.

This caught Ben's eye, and made him start to wonder, is Mark gay? He didn't want to ruin this moment by asking him, so he decided to give Mark a little test, to find out whether or not he was gay.

"No, not at all," Ben replied, an obvious tone of arousal in his voice.

Mark's blush became even more defined now, he turned his head to try and hide it from Ben. Ben's eyes grew wide as he saw Mark blush through his fur. Maybe he really does have feelings for me after all.

"W-Well, then let's go ahead and get in bed," Mark said to Ben. Ben was, more than happy to comply, and the two of them walked down the hall and into Mark's room. Mark quickly slipped off his towel, not facing Ben for fear of blushing and getting aroused, and climbed in on his side of the bed.

As they both lay there, facing opposite directions, Mark's mind was far from easy. He was trying to figure out what this strange feeling he had was caused from. Never having a girlfriend, and having parents that were always at work, Mark felt really alone in the world. Ben had always been the one to comfort him when he was in trouble, and help him with his homework so he would get good grades. He had never really thought about whether or not he was gay. I don't know. I just don't know. I've never felt this way about anyone before. Maybe I really am in love with Ben, he thought. He looked behind him at Ben and whispered good night.

"Good night," Ben whispered back.

Ben was surprised that he was so tired. He never imagined he would be able to sleep tonight. He was afraid of his parents and of all the changes that were happening in his life, but at the same time, he felt safe and warm. Maybe it's because I'm sleeping with Mark, and I know that I can feel safe around him, Ben thought, smiling. With a feeling of being wanted and being loved, Ben drifted into a deep sleep. Rolling over, back onto his side of the bed, Mark did the same thing.


Mark awoke in his bed. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and noticed that his clock was flashing 7:30. Knowing that it was a Saturday, Mark had no intention of getting up so early. He closed his eyes, but for some reason something felt different. He felt, abnormally warm, and something was poking into his back. He tried to adjust his position, but found that something was preventing his body from moving. With his free hand, Mark threw the covers off of himself to find two paws wrapped around his chest. Pulling the covers off more, he soon realized that Ben was lying right behind him, spooning him. He blushed straight through his fur at the sight of Ben hugging him. Feeling another poke on his back, he looked down toward the source of the poking and found Ben's morning wood digging into his back. Mark Blushed at the thought of being so close to Ben. Mark felt that he should move Ben away from him, but something deep inside of him was preventing him from doing it. The feeling that had been bothering him ever since he hugged Ben in the park was gone. He felt so loved and so wanted being in the fox's embrace. He knew that this was exactly where he wanted to be. Using a little more strength, Mark rolled over until he was nose to nose with Ben.

He stroked Ben's cheek lightly with his paw, causing Ben to wake up.

"M-Mark," Ben said, suddenly realizing it was really him; he held the wolf even tighter to his body, causing their exposed sheaths to rub together, forcing Mark to hold back a moan of pleasure. "I had the worst dream. Your parents decided I couldn't live here and they kicked me out just like my parents did." Ben's eyes began to tear up again.

Mark reached up and wiped away Ben's tears. "I would never let that happen to you. You are too important to me, you have always been in my life and I would be extremely lonely without you. Whenever something happens you are the first one to comfort me. You are more special to me than anyone else I know."

"Even your own parents?"

"You bet," the wolf said, slightly hugging the fox tighter to his body. "They don't take an interest in my life because they are so busy, but you...you have always been there, right at my side, and...and I really appreciate it Ben." Mark was now hugging the fox as tight as he could, burying his muzzle his head into his soft fur.

"Mark, I-I don't know what to say except that...I..." Ben couldn't take it anymore and pulled Mark into another kiss. He couldn't help himself; he had been in love with Mark ever since he first saw him. It felt so right for Ben; he never wanted this moment to end. That is, until he remembered how Mark had reacted in the shower. Snapping back to reality and realizing what he was doing, Ben pulled away from the handsome wolf, but something quickly grabbed the back of his head.

"Mark?" Ben asked with a puzzled expression on his face.

Mark just stared into Ben's eyes, lost in thought. Did, he want this? Did he want to be with Ben? It felt so right, but it seemed wrong. Mark wavered, not sure which decision was his best choice, until his mind decided for him.

Mark suddenly pulled the fox into another deep kiss. Ben yipped at his friend's sudden motion, but closed his eyes and kissed back, with the passion and lust that he had bottled up for the last 10 years he'd known Mark. The world around them disappeared. All that remained was Mark and Ben in an intimate embrace. Ben tilted his head slightly so their muzzles could lock together. Mark and Ben both murred and moaned into each other's mouths, neither wanting this moment to end. The two separated and stared lovingly at one another.

"Ben are you" but before Ben could finish, Mark pulled him into another passionate kiss.

Mark felt such passion in what he was doing that he never wanted to separate from Ben, but he did long enough to say "does that answer your question silly," and he quickly pulled the fox's mouth back to his for seconds.

Mark was lost in a feeling like nothing he had ever felt before. The warmth of Ben's breath and the closeness he felt to the fox made him feel extremely safe and wanted. He knew that this was exactly where he belonged, being as close as possible to Ben.

Ben felt tears returning to his eyes, not out of sadness, but out of pure joy. He couldn't believe that Mark had the same feelings for him that he had for Mark. This is what he had always wanted, to be loved and cared for. He had many dreams of a moment like this, but never knew that it would actually come true. He never wanted this moment to end. He just wanted to be with the wolf for the rest of his life. He knew that with Mark as his boyfriend, he would never be lonely again.

As the two continued their passionate kiss, an idea popped into Mark's head, and he slipped his tongue into Ben's mouth. Ben yipped in surprise, but moaned into Mark's mouth, happy to let the wolf's tongue it explore. Mark rubbed his tongue over every part of the fox's mouth he could reach, savoring the taste of the fox. He felt Ben's tongue met his, and the two danced around each other for what seemed like ages. Ben decided to surprise Mark and started to suck on his tongue. Now it was Mark's turn to moan, as his tongue was sucked by Ben.

Ben quickly pulled away from Mark and stared him straight in the eyes. "Mark...I-I love you," Ben said as he felt a wave of relief wash over him as he told Mark his secret. Ben just stared directly into Mark's eyes with an expression of lust and love

"I-I love you too Ben," Mark replied. "I love you with all my heart, it just took me until now to see it." You know what, I really do love my foxy, Mark thought to himself.

Ben's face lit up as he realized that Mark loved him back. He quickly pulled the wolf into another passionate kiss. Both of their paws began to roam the others body. Ben slid his paws over Marks muscular chest, feeling his pecks. He slowly moved his hand down to Marks abs, giving them a small squeeze, and then slipped his paw further down until he was groping Marks sheath.

Mark moaned into Ben's mouth as he quickly slid his paw down and began to grope Ben's sheath as well. Be just moaned right back into Mark mouth at the sudden feeling of another male touching his most private area. As both of their cocks began to slide out of their sheaths, Mark pulled away from Ben. He leaned up and started to lick Ben's ears, causing Ben to murr deep inside his chest at the sudden sensation. Ben started to lick Mark's neck, making his way further down his body. He licked Mark's chest and sucked slightly on both of his nipples. Mark stopped licking Ben's ear to give a low moan at the feeling of another man sucking his nipples. Marked reached his hands around Ben's waist, and gave the fox's ass a squeeze. Ben moaned at the warmth of Mark's paws on his rump. Mark felt something firm grinding against his thigh, and looked down to see Ben's seven inch cock, fully erect.

"I see someone is excited," Mark seductively said to Ben, giving the fox a lick on his neck.

"Well, I just want to please my wolfy," Ben replied as he licked Mark's nose.

"Well, why don't you prove to me that you want to please me."

"Yes sir," Ben replied as he slowly lowered his head down Mark's muscular body, giving him a quick lick on his nipple. He continued down until he was inches away from Marks throbbing member.

"Wow Mark, you're huge," Ben said. Mark's cock was ten inches long, and as big around as his wrist.

Mark blushed from the compliment, "it runs in the family."

Ben just stared in awe at Mark's throbbing member. He pushed his nose up against it and inhaled deeply, letting his nostrils fill with Mark's musk. Just smelling it sent him into a frenzy and caused him to salivate.

He gave it a little lick, and Mark shuddered in pleasure. He had never felt anything like this before. Now pawing off session had ever felt this good. Ben licked all the way up and down Mark's shaft several times, causing a drop of pre to form at the top. He pulled his tongue into his mouth and licked his lips, savoring the musky taste of wolf dick. Mark moaned, reaching down, he placed his hands on the back of Ben's head and pushed him back towards his cock. Happy to oblige him, Ben slowly started sliding Mark's dick into his mouth. He got as much of the wolf meat in his mouth as he could, knowing that there was no way he'd be able to get all 10 inches of it without his gag reflex kicking in.

Mark was lost in pure bliss as he felt Ben's warm, wet mouth sliding over his cock. He tried not to moan to loudly remembering his parents were sleeping only a few feet away. He curled his toes and leaned his head back, slowly beginning to pant. He moved his hands from Ben's head, and gripped his bed sheets tight, moaning quietly from the overwhelming pleasure.

Ben began to slide his mouth back and forth over Marks dick. Being new at giving blowjobs, he struggled, at first, to get into a rhythm, but after a few strokes he had gained a steady rhythm. Gaining even more confidence, Ben picked up the pace. He began to let more and more of Mark's dick into his mouth. He really wanted to prove that he wanted to please Mark, and he started to rotate his head slightly as he sucked him, causing, Mark to moan out even louder. He kept up his motion until he felt Mark's slowly growing knot begin to bump against his nose.

Marks breathing became more rapid as he was slowly approaching his orgasm. He quickly reached down and pulled Ben off of his cock, not wanting to blow his load too quick. Ben let out a soft whimper, causing Mark to chuckle, "I have other plans, you don't want the fun to end too early" and with that, he picked up Ben off the bed and turned him over. He pulled Ben up so that he was on his back, and stationed himself over the fox, supporting himself with his arms. He lightly pressed the head of his dick against Ben's tail hole, causing him to shudder. Just being this close to Ben made Mark feel immense love and passion.

Mark dropped his head, and locked himself in another kiss with Ben. Ben just lay there, letting their lips smack against each other. Mark once again slipped his tongue into Ben's mouth and allowed Ben to suck on it. Mark broke the kiss off and looked down at the cute little fox lying under him.

"Now, does my little foxy want his wolf to fill him up'" Mark asked in a dominate, yet seductive voice.

"Yes-Yes, I want you to fuck me Mark. I've been wanting this for so long, just fuck me."

That was all it took for Mark. He slowly began to push his member up against Ben's ass, taking things slow so that he didn't hurt his friend. With Ben's tail hole lubed up with Mark's pre, he gave a soft push, and popped the head of his cock into Ben. Even though it was just the head, it felt like it was going to rip his ass apart. He could feel pressure and pain as the biggest thing to enter his ass was sliding its way in for the first time, but Ben didn't want to stop, he wanted this, no matter the pain. He pulled it back out and pushed it back in several times, making Ben yip each time. After sticking his head in and out several times, he plunged it in once more and started to work it in. Ben clenched the sheets from the slight pain of having his tail hole stretched wider than it ever had before. Mark kept pushing until three inches of his cock had slipped into Ben. Ben felt the pressure move deeper inside of him. It was more pressure than pain that shot through him now, and slowly, it was turning to pleasure. Mark gave another grunt as six inches of his cock slipped into Ben. For Ben, the pain was receding; all he could feel now was pressure on his insides as well as growing pleasure and heat as Mark's warm organ was burrowing its way inside. Mark pulled back one last time; he placed his paws on Ben's waist, and with another soft grunt, plunged back in.

This time it went all the way in, Ben's pucker was now against Mark's furry sheath. He hardly noticed the pain, as it was replaced by warmth, fullness, and satisfaction.

"Ugh...I'm all the way inside of you Ben...God, you feel so tight..." Mark was panting from the sensation he had so longed for. Ben was breathing heavy.

"Oh Mark...this feels so amazing." Ben reached up and wrapped his arms around Mark, pulling him into a tight embrace.

Mark sat back up and just smiled; he leaned forward again and kissed Ben once again. Their tongues danced together for a few minutes until Ben was ready to continue. Ben arched his back, moaning in pleasure as his prostate was rubbed against. Ben moaned at the feeling of being filled, he could feel Mark's member throbbing inside of him, and he loved it.

"I'm going to start fucking you now," Mark said as he leaned forward to rest on his elbows. "If it hurts, just let me know and I'll stop.

"Go for it," Ben replied, wrapping his legs around the wolf. Causing Mark to realize that Ben was ready for him.

Mark slowly pulled out until his cock was almost completely out of the fox, and then quickly pushed it back in. Ben moaned in pleasure as his prostate was pushed against. He could feel every vein in Mark's member throbbing.

"Oh Mark...it feels so good...please don't stop."

Mark just continued pulling out and pushing back into Ben, getting him nice and loose. Having Ben's tight and warm ass squeezing around his cock was causing Mark to moan loudly. He was slowly picking up his pace, not going too fast for fear of hurting his mate. He began to rock his hips against Ben's, his tight virgin hole felt so tight and warm. Ben began to rock with him, moving forward when Mark moved back, and back when Mark moved forward. He could feel his knot starting to form and knew that since it was his first time ever having sex, it wouldn't be long until he blew his load.

"This feels so good Ben...you're so tight...I think... I'm going to cum soon"

"OH GOD, Mark, ohh...fuck me harder" Mark listened. He bent down, wrapping his arms around Ben's midriff, and began to jackhammer the small fox, balls slapping against his ass. Ben screamed, not in pain, but in pleasure. His prostate was being pounded, and he felt his knot starting to form and balls starting to react.

"I'm gonna tie us, Ben, are you ready?" he asked his lover. Mark's knot was huge; Ben remembered seeing it when he sucked off Mark earlier, he wasn't sure if it would fit without doing some damage, but he didn't care about pain in his near-orgasmic state.

"Oh God Mark...please tie me...take me as your mate. Make me yours"

Mark started ramming the fox's ass with all his might, trying desperately to get his knot inside of his fox. Ben moaned as he felt Mark's baseball sized knot slamming against his tail hole. With a final push, Mark felt his knot slip into Ben. He got back into his jackhammer position, but instead of a brutal pounding, he rocked slowly. The warmth, the pressure, the pleasure, was too much for Ben's prostate to handle.

"AAAUUUGHHH," Ben grunted as his cock started to twitch. Then, he felt it, the slow tingle making its way up his shaft. His balls pulled up tight against his body and he muffled a moan as he began firing thick ropes of fox cum all over his and Mark's chest's and the bed sheets. A few shots even hit his muzzle.

Mark leaned down and licked the cum off of Bens face, savoring the flavor. Ben leaned forward and pulled Mark into another kiss, tasting his own cum on Mark's lips.

Ben's ass was milking Mark's cock, trying to get him to spill his seed inside of it. Mark continued to grind into Ben with short, quick thrusts. His knot had stopped growing and Mark felt his cock starting to tingle. His balls pulled up to his body as he broke the kiss off.

"Oh God Ben...I'm cuming!" Mark cried as he pushed into the fox as deep as he could go. Ben felt Mark's thick cock begin to throb as he unleashed a torrent of hot wolf seed, deep inside his mate. Ben could feel the heat spreading deep inside of him and he moaned from the sudden warmth. Mark came more than he ever had in his life, firing rope after rope of thick wolf cum into Ben. His knot prevented any of the cum from escaping Ben's tight ass.

Ben moaned as he felt his insides filled to the brim by his mate. He could feel every blast of cum, every spasm of Mark's cock. It felt amazing, and so right.

Mark's arms became wobbly, and his body was completely drained of energy. He fell onto his side pulling Ben with him. They both lay there panting, basking in the afterglow of their first fucking together. The room was filled with the smell of cum and musk, a sure reminder of what they had just done. Mark pulled Ben into a deep kiss, and Ben wrapped his arms around his mate, pulling him close.

"I love you Mark," Ben said, breaking off the kiss as he snuggled tightly with his wolf.

"I love you to Ben," Mark replied as he licked Ben on the nose. With the feeling of loneliness and uncertainty gone from his body, Mark closed his eyes, and hugged his fox close.

Ben lay there staring at his adorable mate, never wanting this morning to end. He wasn't sure what the future would hold, or what he would do if he had to find a place to live. But what he did know is that no matter what the future did hold, Mark would be there at his side facing it with him. Ben gave the sleeping wolf one last quick kiss, buried his head into his lovers fur, and drifted off to sleep, knowing that Mark would be with him forever.

Mark felt content, loved, wanted; every feeling that he had ever wanted to feel. As he began to drift to sleep, he knew that his friend, his mate, would never leave him. And he also knew, that the strange feeling would never return.


Well, this is the first story I've ever submitted, so let me know what I can do to improve them, I currently have other stories thought out, which I'll post when I can, so, any advice would be great! Thanks for reading.