Pick me up
It's Saturday night, and I'm deeply engrossed in my horror movie. To tell the truth, I can't even remember the title, but it keeps me glued to the couch nonetheless--that's why I watch them. During what would probably be the most suspenseful part of the entire film, my cell phone goes off. I yelp and jump up at the sudden loud noise and vibration in my pocket, disgracefully falling off the couch. After fishing the phone out of my pocket, I check the lit display to see which idiot scared the pants off me. 'Luca'--my roommate. With a resigned sigh, I flip the cell open and put it up to my ear. "Hey fox," I say in a tone of minor annoyance.
He answers, but he sounds a bit...off. "Hiya, Rocky. Wanna do your buddy a favor?"
I raise an eyebrow out of habit, though I realize no one can see my expression. "Depends on the favor."
And I realize what it is he wants, as well as why he sounded odd to me, right before he can say it. "Well, I'm not really up for driving right now, if ya know what I mean." He was drunk, and by the slurring of his words, I could tell that he wasn't joking about not driving. He pauses for a bit to read the address of the bar for me.
"Fine, but you owe me," I reply scoldingly before flipping the phone shut and slipping it back into my pocket. I chuff a sigh and turn the tv off, not even bothering to stop the dvd. I grab my keys from the coffee table and lock the door on my way out. Luca had told me he was going out with some friends tonight, but he had failed to mention what it was they'd be doing.
It doesn't take me long to find my destination, and I pull up next to the waving fox. I roll down the window and tell him to hurry up and get in so I can get him home. He complies with an appreciative nod and hops in the passenger seat. As I'm driving back to the apartment, he puts a paw on my thigh, and when I turn my head to give him a funny look, he's wearing a big dopey grin on his face. I feel my face heat up a bit, so I turn back to the road, trying to ignore the paw on my thigh.
At the moment, driving takes a backseat to questions rushing through my head. 'Is he gay, or just way too drunk? Does he know that I've been stealing glances at him when he's not looking?' I have no idea what the answers to any of my questions are, but I feel relieved when I pull into a parking space, because that means the awkward car ride is over. So I thought, at least.
As I'm turning off the car, the fox's paw suddenly becomes more ambitious and practically jumps onto my crotch. I yelp loudly and scoot away, my face intensely red and hot. I shrink into the car door as though the paw now resting on the seat is some sort of deadly spider. It starts to crawl toward me, its legs stepping slowly one at a time, its fangs dripping with dangerous venom. My paw fumbles for the handle behind me, and I tumble out of the car onto the street when I finally manage to open the door.
I let my head fall to the side and I close my eyes, breathing a sigh of relief. I lie there for a moment as I wait for my racing heart to calm. But something feels wrong, and I open my eyes and look up. I realize now that lying prone on the ground probably wasn't a good escape plan. Luca's got me mentally pinned, with his paws on either side of my head, and his knees on either side of my waist. On all fours, he hovers a few inches above me, wearing a sly grin.
"You didn't think it'd be that easy to shake me off, did you?" His voice no longer sounds as slurred--it has a much cooler, much more devious tone.
I feel myself blush hotly, unable to look away from those crafty green eyes. "Well, I--I...I just--"
He quiets me with a kiss, seeming to last far longer than it possibly could have. He pulls off in slow motion and I open my eyes, which I only just now realized had closed. I swallow nervously and give him an embarrassed smile. He seems to take that as a nod of appreciation, and he lowers himself onto me, his body contouring to mine.
A little noise escapes my lips as I feel him against me, in one place particularly. As if on cue, he grinds his bulge against mine, and I moan suddenly and loudly. I quickly clap a paw over my mouth and look around worriedly. Only now do I realize that the two of us are lying in the middle of the street. And that anyone could happen upon us and see what we're doing. But that only turns me on more.
He snickers a bit and leans in to nip at my neck. I arch back to give him better access, his actions setting little fires under my skin. As he bites and kisses my tender neck, his paws start to roam over my body, exploring me. They too leave invisible trails of flame in their wake, burning me with passion. I hardly notice when he undoes the button on my pants, but I freeze when I feel his paw groping me. He grins and asks, "Enjoying yourself, eh?" He didn't need an answer. I was rock hard in his paw, and blushing furiously.
He slides down me a bit, and then he lifts up my shirt. He bends down and starts lapping slowly at my tummy fur, causing me to squirm and squeak. As he teases my belly, he effortlessly slides my pants off and sets them aside. He brings his muzzle down further and licks at the wet spot on my boxer-briefs. I stifle a moan, but my cock jumps heartily for him, pushing him on. He bites the elastic waist band and slips them down enough to let my throbbing member peek out, but then he yanks them off suddenly.
I lift my head up to watch what he's doing, just in time to see him plunge his muzzle down on me. I gasp in ecstasy and grip at the ground as he licks and teases my length expertly. He laps up the steady flow of pre as his reward, and he suckles and flicks his tongue over me with even more enthusiasm. He pushes his nose even deeper into my soft pubic fur, letting the head of my cock press against the back of his throat. He swallows to avoid gagging, but that only increases my bliss. After pulling himself almost all the way off, he comes back down and starts bobbing his head on my cock like he can't get enough of it.
I feel the tension mounting throughout my body--tingles shooting up my spine, my thighs tensing up, and my balls starting to pull up toward my body. But right when I feel I'm going to burst, he stops. My whole body trembles, as though I had came, but my cock still throbs and aches for release. I whimper a bit to voice to him my concern, but he just smirks.
"Not yet, Rocky...you'll get it soon enough." He scoots back, and I watch as he undoes his jeans. He tugs them and his briefs (red, I notice) off in a single motion, his cock popping up, big and hard. From here I can get a whiff of the musky odor, and it makes me snort a little. He just smiles and gently lifts my legs up by the ankle, setting them on either shoulder. I swallow nervously, and stammer an unconvincing protest, "Luca, I--this is my-"
"First time? I'll be gentle." And he tossed the lame excuse to the side, just like that. Not that I really cared. I shudder and exhale sharply when I feel him press his foxhood against my tailhole. He's practically gushing pre, and he smears it on my entrance as a lube. Ever so slowly, he starts to press himself into me, and I wriggle in a mix of pain and pleasure. I'm panting like there's not enough air to breathe, but he just keeps smiling warmly and pressing further. After what seemed like forever, he hilts himself in me and leans down to whisper in my ear, a mix between a purr and a growl. "I'm horny as hell--it'll be a bit less easy on you than I thought."
I simply close my eyes and lean my head back, knowing my face is so red it might match his. I hear him chuckle quietly, and I feel him start to pull out of me slowly. Just as he's almost all the way out, he thrusts himself back in quickly, and I cry out in sheer thrill. It hurts some, but he's a fantastic fucker, to put it bluntly. He catches my drift and picks up his speed and force to comply. He pounds himself into me, and I moan like a bitch the whole time. Just when I thought it couldn't get much better, he reminds me that I, too, have a raging boner. He wraps his paw around it nonchalantly and starts pawing me off, tugging and squeezing at the right spots, the right moments.
I can tell he's getting closer, because his thrusts are getting harder, better, faster, stronger. I writhe around on the ground, smothered by his presence, but burning hotter than ever. As his paw brings me closer to climax, I clench down on his cock, and he grunts loudly, squeezing my dick to let me know that it was a good idea. I tense up, making myself tighter for him. After a few rough pounds into me, he slams himself the furthest into me it's been, and I feel his hot seed wash over my insides. The thought sets me over the edge and I cum, hard, all over my chest, spraying rope after rope of sticky satisfaction into my fur.
Some time passes, though exactly how much I'm not sure. I feel his lips on mine, and I kiss him back passionately, showing my appreciation. He keeps himself in me, and I can feel him pulsing steadily, keeping me full. He bends to lick my chest off, cleaning my fur as well as he can. I murr in gratitude and pet his head, tweaking his ears playfully.
After he finishes, he slides himself out of me slowly, then stands up. He offers me a paw to aid in righting myself as well, and I take it gladly, finding out that my knees are a little weak. He scoops up the discarded clothes and leads me into the apartment building, ascending the stairs quietly in front of me--the view of which makes me glad he went first.
When we finally get to our apartment, I realize I'm exhausted, and I head straight for my room, not sure what to say to the fox. I snuggle into my blankets, close my eyes, and start to fall asleep. But I snap awake when the covers shift, and I can just make out the silhouette of a fox climbing into bed with me. "What, like you were just going to leave it at that?" he asks, and I chuckle nervously in response. He sighs and leans forward to kiss my nose then he turns over and settles himself. I blink a couple times in surprise, but I scoot toward him and wrap my arms around him, snuggling into him and resting my chin on his shoulder.
I sigh happily and hug him gently before I start to fall asleep. I bat the questions about what will happen tomorrow morning out of my head, only worrying myself about how good it feels to have a nice warm boy to sleep with.