{"sf1_id":231571,"sf2_id":"V1YDjPvn","title":"\"Who's The New Kid?\" [Part 1]","author":"TomTheFox","words":1755,"posted_at":"2011-03-17T17:16:00.000Z","tags":["Bisexual","Coming Out","Fox","Gay","Highschool","Kissing","M/M","Music","Story Series","Tiger","Wolf","friends"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/231571-who-s-the-new-kid-part-1","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/V1YDjPvn","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=231571\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"Note: This is being written on my iPod Touch. Please excuse any\u0026nbsp;  \nspelling or grammar errors.\n\nPart 2: [http://www.sofurry.com/page/232786/user](http://www.sofurry.com/page/232786/user)\n\n* * *\n  \n  \nThe sound of african drums reached my ears to stir me from my sleep. I\u0026nbsp;  \nleant an arm down the side of my bed and sleepily scooped up my iPhone,\u0026nbsp;  \nthe source of the sound. I used to have a much louder alarm sound but\u0026nbsp;  \nI preferred this one, it was gentler and didn't startle me at 6:50\u0026nbsp;  \nevery morning.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I sighed as I rolled myself out of bed and looked in the mirror,\u0026nbsp;  \nnot really paying attention to the tired fox in the reflection.\u0026nbsp;  \nMornings were not my forte. The only class worth getting up for today\u0026nbsp;  \nwas music, and only because I get to sit and play my guitar, a Gibson\u0026nbsp;  \nLes Paul Special II, for an hour under the guise of practising my\u0026nbsp;  \ncomposition. I smile at the thought and stumble into the bathroom. A\u0026nbsp;  \nsplash of warm water on my face wakes me up, and I actually feel good  \neven though it's 7am.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; My morning routine consists of spending half an hour listening\u0026nbsp;  \nto music in my room while I slowly get dressed, and another half hour\u0026nbsp;  \nof eating, making lunch, and heading out the door at 8 to get to\u0026nbsp;  \nschool by 8.30.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; My first two lessons went by in a flash Business Studies and\u0026nbsp;  \nPhysics. I spent both of them sitting and chatting to my friend James,\u0026nbsp;  \na black wolf, slightly taller than me but a little skinnier. His\u0026nbsp;  \nfringe nearly covered his eyes, and he had a diagonal red streak\u0026nbsp;  \nacross it. That, coupled with his soft, grassy-green eyes made him\u0026nbsp;  \nlook cute, unfortunately he's straight, but a fox can dream.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; When the bell rang at 10 for break I couldn't be happier. It was\u0026nbsp;  \nMarch, but still pretty cold. I only had 15 minutes, but after 2 hours\u0026nbsp;  \nof scribbling on paper and listening to some 'Holier Than Thou'\u0026nbsp;  \nteacher ramble on at you for playing with your tail and \"flirting with\u0026nbsp;  \nthat wolf beside you\" any amount of time away is appreciated.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I spent my 15 minutes at break talking and generally goofing\u0026nbsp;  \naround with some of my other friends. Telling jokes and playfully\u0026nbsp;  \nripping into each-other helps to relieve stress and fustration built\u0026nbsp;  \nup during lessons, and as long as nobody gets offended then it's all\u0026nbsp;  \nfine.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Now came my favorite lesson of the day. I tend to think of music\u0026nbsp;  \nclass as a free lesson. I'm either playing my guitar and enjoying\u0026nbsp;  \nmyself, or cracking more jokes with friends. I bundled through the\u0026nbsp;  \nnarrow door, purposely creating a tight squeeze with my friend Will.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Oh for God sake Tom!\" he jokingly groaned at me as we finally managed\u0026nbsp;  \nto squeeze through. I would normall have playfully reacted, but as\u0026nbsp;  \nsoon as I saw him my mind went blank...  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Who was this guy sitting in my chair? Regardless of who he was, he\u0026nbsp;  \nwas definitely cute. Our eyes met for a moment, but he looked away as\u0026nbsp;  \nI walked over.  \n  \n\"Who's that guy in your chair\" Will whispered to me. He had to stand\u0026nbsp;  \non tip-toes to get anywhere near my ear.  \n  \n\"I dunno, but he's...\" I broke off, not wanting to say anything more.\u0026nbsp;  \nWill wasn't gay or bisexual, and being the only openly bisexual guy in\u0026nbsp;  \nmy school that I knew of, I usually get playful remarks. I don't mind,\u0026nbsp;  \nit's part of the parcel, and it's my friends that I know aren't being\u0026nbsp;  \nserious.  \n  \n\"New kid\" my friend Ollie quietly said. Not too quiet to deliberately\u0026nbsp;  \nhide what he was saying, but just quiet enough for the subject of our\u0026nbsp;  \nconversation to not hear.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The tiger saw me coming. I don't know how he knew I usually sat\u0026nbsp;  \nthere, but before I said anything he scooted up to the next chair.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Thanks\" I passively said to him. \"Uhh... who're you? I've never seen\u0026nbsp;  \nyou before..?\" I questioned him.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He was just about to reply, but was cut off by our teacher\u0026nbsp;  \nraising his voice and requesting us to settle down.  \n  \n\"Ok class, we have a new pupil here today.\" The meerkat motioned his\u0026nbsp;  \nhand to the tiger sitting next to me. \"His name is Scy Thompson and\u0026nbsp;  \nhe's just moved here from London. Why don't you come up here and\u0026nbsp;  \nintroduce yourself to the class Scy? Tell us a bit about yourself.\"  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Mr. Hudson didn't really give him much of a choice. Scy sheepishly\u0026nbsp;  \nmade his was up to the front of class and introduced himself.  \n  \n\"Hey, I'm Scy....\" His voice was quiet, and even somebody with no eyes\u0026nbsp;  \ncould see he was nervous. He looked to the floor, avoiding looking at\u0026nbsp;  \nanyone in the class.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I looked at the boy who had just stood up infront of the class. I\u0026nbsp;  \nwas stunned, he was one of the hottest guys I had ever seen. He was\u0026nbsp;  \nabout the same height as me, with deep ocean-blue eyes. As soon as he\u0026nbsp;  \nlooked back up they glistened in the sunlight streaming through the\u0026nbsp;  \nwindows. His fur was a perfect golden-orange colour, with dyed blue\u0026nbsp;  \nheadfur, the colour matched his eyes perfectly. One thing that caught\u0026nbsp;  \nmy eye was a black paw-shaped patch of fur on his wrist.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I realised that I was staring and averted my gaze. He padded back\u0026nbsp;  \nover and sat down next to me.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I like your name... I'm Tom by the way. If you need any help with\u0026nbsp;  \nanything, or somebody to show you around then just feel free to\u0026nbsp;  \nmention it to me.\" I smiled at him.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; His ears stood attent at every word I said, but he didn't turn to\u0026nbsp;  \nme until I'd finished speaking.  \n  \n\"Thanks Tom.\" The reply was short, but I could see he felt slightly\u0026nbsp;  \nmore comfortable now.  \n  \n\"So what kind of music are you into?\" I kept the conversation going.\u0026nbsp;  \nJust talking to this guy made me feel warm and fuzzy inside.  \n  \n\"Well, my favorite band is Pendulum. I sometimes listen to Metal, but\u0026nbsp;  \nnot so often. My parents find it weird so I tend not to when they're\u0026nbsp;  \naround. What about you?\" His voice was like velvet. Each word made me\u0026nbsp;  \nmelt a little more.  \n  \n\"I'm really into metal. I listen to Iron Maiden way too much, but also\u0026nbsp;  \nreally like Disturbed and Bring Me The Horizon. Pendulum are pretty\u0026nbsp;  \ngood.\" He smiled at that last part, he knew I'd been listening, and\u0026nbsp;  \nnot just pretending.  \n  \n\"Ok guys, you're carrying on with your composition projects today, get\u0026nbsp;  \ntoo it! Ah, I almost forgot, somebody needs to help Scy.\" Mr Hudson\u0026nbsp;  \nbroadcasted to us.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I'll look after him!\" I nearly shouted at him. I wasn't going to miss\u0026nbsp;  \na chance to spend more time with this guy.  \n  \n\"Already hitting on the new guy?\" Will decided to chime in. I just\u0026nbsp;  \npoked my tongue out at him, but I could see Scy blushing through his\u0026nbsp;  \nfur.  \n  \n\"That's sorted then...\" Mr Hudson concluded and sat down behind his\u0026nbsp;  \ndesk.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I stood up and wandered off into a practise room with Scy in tow.\u0026nbsp;  \nFinding any equipment in the music area was like a treasure hunt,\u0026nbsp;  \neverything was so messy! I finally managed to track down an amp for my\u0026nbsp;  \nguitar and started off playing The Trooper by Iron Maiden, one of my\u0026nbsp;  \nfavorite songs to play. Scy patiently watched my play the song, but I\u0026nbsp;  \ncould see he was getting kinda restless, he had nothing to do after all.  \n  \n\"You ok?\" I asked him. He simply nodded in reply.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He stood up out of his chair and stretched, arching his back and\u0026nbsp;  \nshowing off his muscles. He cracked his knuckles as wandered over to\u0026nbsp;  \nthe drum kit and began to improvise along with what I was playing. I\u0026nbsp;  \nwas surprised. He hadn't mentioned her was a drummer, but he was damn\u0026nbsp;  \ngood and kept perfectly in time with me.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I looked up and grinned at him.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Hidden talent eh? You're really good!\" I had to shout to be heard\u0026nbsp;  \nover the noise of the guitar and drums. He just smiled back, I didn't\u0026nbsp;  \nexpect much more, it's hard to talk and play at the same time. We\u0026nbsp;  \nfinished playing and I complimented Scy on how good he was.  \n  \n\"Thanks. You're awesome too.\" He beamed back at me.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; There was a long pause, and I started doodling on my guitar.  \n  \n\"Can I ask you something..?\"  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I nodded in reply and carried on doodling.  \n  \n\"What your friend said in there, the racoon, was he being serious? Are\u0026nbsp;  \nyou really gay?\" The question was slow, and took him the best part of\u0026nbsp;  \na minute to ask. I could tell he was nervous about asking me, and was\u0026nbsp;  \nblushing as the words left is muzzle.  \n  \n\"Well, I'm not gay, I'm bisexual. It's a well known fact around here,\u0026nbsp;  \nbut I never get anything for it, except little bits off my friends\u0026nbsp;  \nlike just a moment ago. What about you? I assume you're straight?\"  \n  \n\"Well... Umm... About that...\" He stammered, looking at the ground,\u0026nbsp;  \ncompletely avoiding seeing me.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I slowly leaned over and stroked his paw with mine, and he closed\u0026nbsp;  \nhis around it. My heart fluttered with anxiety. He's holding my hand.\u0026nbsp;  \nHe's really holding my hand!  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; After a long time of just holding my hand and staring at the floor he\u0026nbsp;  \nfinally spoke up.  \n\"The reason I moved here was because I was getting bullied at my old\u0026nbsp;  \nschool. I'm gay.\"  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He looked as if he was about to burst into tears. I leaned my\u0026nbsp;  \nguitar against the table and leaned into him, embracing the sobbing\u0026nbsp;  \nTiger.  \n\"It's alright Scy. Nobody's going to bully you here. If anybody says\u0026nbsp;  \nsomething you don't like, just tell me. You can talk to me about\u0026nbsp;  \nanything hun, and I wont tell anyone anything.\"  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I kissed his cheek and he blushed scarlet red.  \n\"Tom... There's something else aswell... I've only known you for 45\u0026nbsp;  \nminutes... but this feels so right and...\" He suddenly leaned towards\u0026nbsp;  \nme and pressed his lips against mine. My eyes opened wide with shock.\u0026nbsp;  \nI couldn't believe what was happening.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I could feel his tongue creeping into my maw, and I let it\u0026nbsp;  \ninside. It felt so wonderful, exploring eachother mouths with out\u0026nbsp;  \ntongues. I melted into him, his fantastic kiss, and I never wanted it\u0026nbsp;  \nto end...  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\n","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/232786-who-s-the-new-kid-part-2.json"}