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Chapter Seven

Gareth

Gareth peddled away as fast as he could.

He didn't want to go home and put up with non-dad, but he didn't want to hang around near where Mrs Hinchliffe's flowers lay mushed into the road.

Rather than cycle in the direction of home, he had ridden further down the country lane and was cycling about in the road. He could feel his shirt starting to stick to him as he cycled, but staying outside in the evening heat was still preferable to going to not-dad's air-conditioned house.

He felt his phone buzz in his pocket and pulled it out to see Oliver's name.

"Mate, where are you?" Oliver asked.

"Cycling about," he replied. "Fuck it's hot out here, but I don't want to go back to Arseny's."

"Well, I went to look through the hedge at the back of my parents' garden, but it seems like Marcus has blocked the gap up so you can't see through it now," Oliver said.

"For fuck sake," Gareth sighed.

"I don't want to be at home either, that professor guy came back from the pub and he's telling a story about how he partied with The Beatles in the sixties," Oliver explained.

Gareth frowned as he heard the sound of music in the background.

"What's that?" he asked.

"It sounds like the professor has now helped himself to the piano, he's trying to play and sing Let it Be," Oliver said. "I want to go out."

"Pub?" Gareth suggested.

"I don't have money for drinks there, unless..."

"Unless what?"

"I swipe some of the leftover stuff from the party and we go to our usual spot."

Gareth could picture the Border Collie's tail wagging.

"Yes, let's do this!" he grinned, letting his own tail thwap against his bike.

His feeling of joy was brought to an end by the sound of a loud engine and a horn blaring. Gareth yelped and steered his bike off the road.

A tractor rumbled past and a beagle glared down from the cab.

"Watch out!" he called above the engine before rumbling off.

Gareth cursed as he manoeuvred his bike back onto the lane before cycling in the direction of the usual spot.

_ _ The location in question was a secluded spot on a sloped field behind both Honeysuckle Lodge and the Durrence's place which could be reached by a hedge lined trail that ran off the lane.

It was quite overgrown, but Gareth cycled along anyway, the handle bars brushing against overhanging branches. The roof of the Durrence's passed by and Gareth stopped, waiting for Oliver.

The Border Collie appeared a moment later, clambering over an exposed patch of fence with a wine bottle.

"I'm hoping they don't notice this one is gone," he grinned.

"Shall we?" Gareth said.

He propped his bike against the fence and they walked along until they came to a metal gate. They vaulted it and began walking up the sloped field with inclined sharply.

"It's too hot to walk all the way up," Oliver panted.

"Yeah."

"Plus, I don't want Mr McTaggart to see us."

"Who?"

"The farmer," Oliver explained.

"Oh, I saw him drive by on his tractor," Gareth replied.

"In that case we should be safe, let's sit here."

They stopped next to a lone oak tree with thick branches. Their vantage point also gave them a clear view over Marcus' garden.

"Here," Oliver said, handing Gareth the wine bottle.

"I need this," Gareth sighed as he took a swig from it. "I can't believe it, my number one crush shows up in Little Hartbrook, and then we accidentally hook him up with my number two crush I wanted to get with, what the fuck man!"

"It is pretty weird, and kinda funny," Oliver grinned, taking the wine bottle to drink from it. "No offense."

"And I didn't even get a chance to ask Ralph for a selfie," Gareth grumbled as he took the wine bottle back.

He knew that they were both old enough to drink in the pub or at home, but the thrill of taking a bottle of alcohol and going to the their usual spot was hard to beat.

Gareth took a swig as he gazed over the fields and rooftops.

"I'm going to have a hard time sleeping in this heat," Oliver said, fanning himself.

"The one good thing about Arseny's is he has air-conditioning," Gareth sighed. "That helps me sleep."

"You know what helps me sleep?" Oliver said with a sly grin.

"You record your voice and play it over?"

"Sod off smart arse," Oliver retorted, giving Gareth a shove. "I find my dad's stash of porn and..."

"I don't need to know!" Gareth cut in. "And how do you know your dad has porn? No offense, but he seems a bit too straight laced for that."

"He does," Oliver insisted. "I read all about sex tips, which helped me lose my virginity."

"Right," Gareth sighed, taking a sip of wine.

"It did, when I was seventeen, I met this really fit vixen who was working as a helper at Mr McTaggart's farm. We got chatting, and then one day I found out she was in heat, and..."

"I don't need to know about this either," Gareth sighed.

"Hey, you talk about Marcus and Ralph Rivers!"

"Yeah, but because you ask questions, and besides you want to help me get with them."

"Only out of boredom," Oliver claimed.

Gareth rolled his eyes and sipped more wine from the bottle.

"Look!" Oliver exclaimed, digging Gareth in the ribs.

Gareth yelped and almost spilled wine down his shirt.

"Do you have to keep doing that?" he growled.

"No, look down at Marcus' garden."

Gareth looked down. From their vantage point he could see clearly into the garden and make out every detail.

The back door was open and two folding chairs had been set out on the patio with what looked like a cool box between them.

However, those were not the details that interested Gareth. Marcus was settling himself into one of the chairs, dressed in only underwear.

The fox was wearing a pair of tight fitting briefs, and even from a distance, Gareth found his fangs watering and his tail thumping as he could see the outline of what they contained.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Oliver grin before reaching out to wave a paw in front of his face.

"Anyone at home."

"Fuck off!" Gareth hissed, slapping Oliver's paw away. He found himself growing even more transfixed as Ralph emerged from the house. The Doberman was wearing a pair of gym shorts with his chest on display. The late afternoon sunlight highlighted the definition of each individual muscle. He was carrying what looked like a rolled up mat under one arm. As Gareth watched, Ralph rolled it out on the grass and began doing push ups. His muscles rippled and flexed. "Wow," Gareth breathed.

"Gah, I wish Penelope Cruz would come here for me to watch her," Oliver grumbled. "You complain about there being no gay guys in Little Hartbrook and you get to watch this!"

"But I'm not down there with them," Gareth sighed wistfully.

He was faintly aware of Oliver grumble again, take a slug of wine and turn to look the other way, but he didn't care.

The sight Ralph doing push ups was almost hypnotising.

Marcus stood up and Gareth thought he could see the fox grinning. Ralph also got to his hind-paws and Gareth held his breath as the Doberman eased his shorts down.

"Yes, oh my god, yes," Gareth panted to himself.

Ralph was wearing a jock underneath his shorts, and even from where they were sitting he could see the Doberman's muscular butt.

"What is that he's wearing?" Oliver asked. "I can see his arse."

"It's a jock," Gareth murmured, transfixed by the scene.

"A what?"

"A jockstrap, it shows your bum off. I've been wanting to get one, maybe Marcus and Ralph will see me in it."

Oliver sighed as he turned away, but Gareth ignored him.

He felt his eyes grow wider as Marcus knelt before Ralph. The Doberman was angled slightly so Gareth could see his side. Marcus eased the front of Ralph's shorts down.

Oh my god, oh my god.

_ _ Gareth's jaw fell open as Marcus took Ralph's cock in his paw and slipped it into his mouth. The fox's head bobbed back and forth as he worked his muzzle up and down. His paw reached forwards and began feeling Ralph's balls, which Gareth imagined were big and heavy.

Marcus seemed to slide the entire length of the Doberman's shaft into his mouth while Ralph put a paw behind his head and held him in place.

"Have they finished yet?"

"Shut up!"

Marcus pulled back and began sucking more earnestly, looking like he was cupping and kneading Ralph's balls. The Doberman's butt flexed as he gripped Marcus' face and began thrusting his cock in and out of the fox's muzzle.

Damn, next time I need binoculars to see even more!

But even from where he was sitting, Gareth was sure he could see Ralph's eyes close and his fangs grit together as he held Marcus in place. Marcus remained where he was before collapsing backwards with his chest rising and falling. He wiped his muzzle with his paw before getting to his hind-paws.

He put his paws on Ralph's butt and they made out for a moment, keeping their muzzles together until Marcus led Ralph back to the chairs.

They sat down and Ralph retrieved a beer from the cool box as if nothing had happened.

Oh my god, did I really just see that?

Gareth realised he was panting and sweating, but that was the least of any bodily effects he was feeling. He realised his shorts felt tighter and the stitching of his underwear was almost at breaking point.

"What the fuck just happened?" Oliver gasped.

Gareth didn't answer, he sat panting, not caring if his tongue was hanging out.

"That was... that was..." he stammered, trying to find the right words.

"Bloody weird," Oliver filled in for him. "You got a free porn show."

"I want to be in it next," Gareth said, feeling like he was in a trance. "And I want to bring binoculars so I can see more."

It wasn't just a trance, he felt like he'd been pulled into a new dimension. Gareth had watched gay porn on the internet (and then frantically deleted the history with the hope no one would find out), but seeing two guys actually do it was a whole new experience.

"You want to be in it next?" Oliver repeated.

"I want Marcus and Ralph to take my virginity," Gareth murmured.

He only realised the comical effect his words must have had as he slowly came back to earth to realise Oliver was now on his back and laughing uncontrollably.

"You want them to take your virginity?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm a virgin, laugh all you want," Gareth growled.

"No, no mate, it's not that, it's you having a threesome with them that's funny," Oliver wheezed.

"Really?"

"Yes, look if we want that to happen we must change our tactics," Oliver said, suddenly putting on a serious tone. "Pretending to ride a bike into his car isn't going to cut it. We've got to be more _assertive._See, when I got laid with this cute malamute I met on a school trip to Spain when I was sixteen..."

"Waaait a minute," Gareth cut in. "You said you lost your virginity when you were seventeen to a vixen."

"Oh yeah, uh, I forgot about this other girl."

"Clearly," Gareth sighed as he took the wine back and turned to watch Marcus and Ralph sitting outside in their underwear.

Ralph was saying something and Marcus was laughing. The fox reached out, took Ralph's paw and put it on the front of his briefs.

Gareth suddenly felt depressed inside.

I want something like this, oh how I want it.

_ _ Ralph finished his beer, gripped the front of the fox's underwear and the two stood to walk back inside.

Gareth felt a pang of sadness that the show had come to an end, but the desire to be with Marcus and Ralph still burned within him.

"Aaaand they're gone," Oliver pointed out rather unhelpfully.

"I wish I could go inside their house, spend a day with them," Marcus sighed wistfully.

"You know," Oliver grinned. "I saw Frank Trelawney stash a key outside, and I reckon it's a spare for their house."

"Oh?"

"Yes, it's behind a window box at the front."

Gareth didn't reply but his feeling of depression was replaced by a grin. The rational part of his mind wanted to say this is insane, but as he glanced down at Marcus' garden and saw Ralph's mat still rolled out and the two empty chairs, the burning desire to get even closer to them intensified.

"Okay," he said, thumping his tail.

"Right, we'll plan this in more detail tomorrow," Oliver began. "I'll message you the details, but let's go home now. It's fucking hot out here."

The sun was getting low in the sky as the two teenagers walked down the sloped field and back to the pathway.

Gareth retrieved his bike and paused to give his friend a quick hug.

"I'll text you tomorrow," he said.

"Yup, and I'll put our plan into action," Oliver grinned, before he climbed through the gap to his parents' garden.

Gareth mounted his bike and cycled in the direction of home.

The image of Marcus sucking Ralph off was etched in his mind, but he tried not to think about it too much as he rode through the centre of the village.

Better to keep a bulge situation away until I get home.

_ _ The gates to not-dad's place were open and he cycled up the drive, panting in the evening heat.

The car that had taken the Tanaka's to the house was still by the front door. Gareth eyed it up as he rested his bike against the wall.

Mr Tanaka was walking around the apple trees. Gareth saw him raise a paw and wave. He waved back before turning to let himself in through the front door. He couldn't help but wonder where everyone else was. He was expecting a where have you been? from Arseny and he began preparing a suitably snarky comeback if not-dad confronted him.

No wait, he knew the answer; mum would be washing dishes. Arseny would be "swimming" laps in the pool, or more like strutting around in oversized swimming shorts before flopping into the pool and splashing aimlessly.

Certainly not as graceful or hot as Marcus or Ralph would look swimming.

The hallway was quiet as Gareth walked inside.

"Mum?" he called in a cautious and low tone.

There was no answer.

Gareth peered into the kitchen but there was no sign of her. There was some left over bread and olives on the table. The sight made his stomach rumble. The kitchen seemed empty so he darted forwards and stuffed a slice of bread and a few olives into his muzzle.

He made his way back to the hall, munching on his food.

The door to the library was open and Gareth peered inside. He couldn't help but smile as he saw his mum dozing in one of the chairs, an open book was sitting in her lap.

Gareth retreated back, not wanting to disturb her.

Time to go upstairs and picture Marcus with Ralph again.

_ _ The thought was interrupted with what sounded like faint laugh or giggle from somewhere.

Gareth frowned and made his way down the hall.

There it is again!

_ _ The sound seemed to be coming from not-dad's study. Gareth edged along and noticed the door to the study was ajar.

Cautiously, he peered inside and noticed Aiko sitting up on the desk. Not-dad had one paw on her stomach and was kissing up her arm.

The sight made Gareth want to storm in and confront them, but a sense of caution made him retreat back.

Instead, he hurried away and to the staircase, taking the steps two at a time until he was on the landing.

He raced to his room and closed the door.

Outside, Mr Tanaka was making his way back to the door.

Wow, will he judo chop not-dad or lop his head off with a samurai sword?

_ _ Both images were delicious, but Gareth knew if things turned ugly it was best to be out of sight. He didn't want guilt by association, even though the difference in species made it obvious he was not Arseny's real son.

Instead, he gazed around his room taking the sights in; his work desk, PC, the lava lamp that put out a blue-ish, green-ish glow and the Fast & Ferocious poster above his bed with Ralph on it.

He clicked the air-conditioning on and lay down on the bed to think of Marcus and Ralph.

Yes, that was a much better image than Arseny.

Gareth closed his eyes, allowing himself to grow hard again. His cock was already stiff and out of its sheath, so he eased his shirt off and tugged his shorts down. The tip of was already poking free of his underwear which were starting to feel tight around his balls, so he pulled them down too.

_Marcus and Ralph in their underwear. The Doberman's butt flexing as he gripped Marcus' face, Marcus closing his eyes as he sucked on Ralph. _

Gareth kept replaying the image over and over, before he gritted his fangs, bucked forwards and shot a warm load over his chest.

He lay panting, allowing the afterglow to course through him before the feeling subsided.

Part of his mind knew it was weird to jerk off while not-dad was cheating on his mum downstairs, and probably about to be brutally but delightfully murdered.

But as he panted and gazed at the poster above his bed, he wanted nothing more than to meet Marcus and Ralph so they could help him get away.