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"He's gay."

"He is not gay! Look at him!"

"Oh, I am. And I can't stop. I'm telling you, he's gay."

"What do you think, Cameron?"

"I think Ronnie's right."

"You aren't even looking at him!"

"Don't have to. If Ronnie thinks he's gay, he's gay."

Ronnie smiled. He couldn't help but smile when someone acknowledged him as being all-knowing. Not that he knew everything, but it flattered him.

Ronnie Williams was a sixteen-year-old fox with light green eyes and fur of a yellow-orange color, except for his muzzle, chest, and the tip of his tail. Those parts were white. As for his ears and forearms, they were black. Everyone thought he was pretty, even the furs who were too straight to admit it. Ronnie had known he was gay for quite some time. He didn't really come out as much as just start wearing tighter-fitting clothes and watching his figure. And, of course, having sex with guys. Most of the male student body Ronnie had slept with. And most of those he had slept with weren't openly gay. Among that select group were mostly jocks and teachers. The meatheads, he yiffed because he loved a manly man. The teachers, on the other paw, he yiffed to keep his grades up. And Cameron's and Mark's grades as well. That was one kind of favor he didn't mind doing for his friends.

He didn't hide his sexuality from anyone. He wasn't proud, but he wasn't ashamed. The only reason his parents didn't know is because he didn't live with them. Instead, he lived with his grandparents, both of whom knew he was gay. His grandfather Ed didn't care, never saying a word about it or really even reacting to it at all. Which was the kind of reaction Ronnie liked. His grandmother Marj, however, loved having material to make insults with, which was fine because Ronnie had acquired plenty of material from her as well. She wasn't against homosexuality, no. It's much simpler than that: she just doesn't like having Ronnie live with her. To Marj, Ronnie is a burden; staying up late, having guys over all the time, eating their food, drinking their water, sleeping in their guestroom - anything Ronnie does, she doesn't like. But she puts up with it all because Ronnie's parents just weren't good parents, and that was that. But Ronnie didn't need his parents. Mark and Cameron were the only ones who really mattered to him.

Mark Treborn was a horse of the same age covered in fur of the darkest brown, which matched his eyes. He wasn't a jock, but he did work out from time to time. He wasn't stupid, but he did lack common sense sometimes. But he means well. He was gay too, and didn't really come out of the closet, but rather was lured out. Guess who by. Ronnie, of course. In fact, it was Mark who had taken Ronnie's virginity. They had been friends since they were kids, but it was the junior high years in which the fornicating took place. Since then, the two have been friends with benefits, which in Mark's opinion made Ronnie easier to deal with. Ronnie had always been one to say mean things, but over the years, he just got meaner and meaner. He swore up and down that he didn't mean any of it to Mark, and Mark believed him, but it was still annoying sometimes. But sex made up for it. Usually. And if it didn't, sex a second time would make up for it. However, no matter how hot the sex, there had been times when Ronnie was even still just a bit too much to put up with. And that's what Cameron was for.

Zack Cameron a.k.a. Cameron, for short, was someone who's logic and reasoning Ronnie considered to be on par with his own. He was a black otter with a white muzzle, a pink nose, and light blue eyes. He loved to read and smoke pot, he played guitar and piano, he loved TV and movies, and considered himself a veteran gamer. And Ronnie had yiffed with him a number of times as well. Ronnie didn't really share many of Cameron's interests, but the fox had his reasons for keeping him around. Cameron worked at the movie theater in the mall, and got free tickets all the time for him and his friends. Okay, so Cameron fucks the manager occasionally and in return is allowed print up tickets for free. But all that tells Ronnie is that the otter isn't really all that different from him after all. The first time they met, Ronnie and Mark had tried going to the movies as a date. A date that Mark wanted at the time, not Ronnie. And because of Ronnie's lack of interest (or because he started flirting with Cameron), Mark learned very quickly that Ronnie wasn't interested in being in a relationship. Meanwhile, Cameron was charmed by the fox and gave Mark and Ronnie free tickets. And after the show, Ronnie had sex with Cameron in the restroom while Mark got a refill on popcorn to take home. That was freshman year, and the three of them had been 'friends' ever since.

Of course, Mark and Cameron both agreed at some point in time that Ronnie didn't need either of them. But the only reason they stuck around is because the fox did want them in his life. Ronnie said that it was because the two of them "gave him something fun to do every day", and he hadn't just meant sex. Of course, Ronnie never used the word 'friend' to either of them (at least not with any actual meaning behind it), but neither of them cared because, after getting to know Ronnie, they knew why he kept up a barrier. And that was fine, because when Ronnie talked to them like shit, it meant that they could respond in kind.

Mark scoffed. "You know what, fuck both of you."

"You already have," said Ronnie.

"And pretty often, too," said Cameron, nose stuck in a book.

Mark and Ronnie were both looking at the new guy. A wolf. Can't remember his name. They've only had one class with him so far. But he was sitting as alone then as he was now. Sucks for him, but at least Ronnie had a clear view of him. Not Mark, though. He had to keep glancing over his shoulder.

"You're making it look obvious..."said Ronnie.

"What, it's my fault he sat behind me?"

"No, it's your fault you didn't sit on this side with me." Ronnie then looked at Mark and smiled. "You're not very good at thinking things through, you know that?" He took a bite of Mark's apple.

"Why am I friends with you?" Mark asked, taking his apple back. He sometimes forgets the reason for hanging around Ronnie.

"You're not," Ronnie answered. "I'm friends with you." Again, no sentiment behind the word.

"Begs the same question: Why?"

Ronnie shrugged his shoulders. "I always wanted a horse."

Cameron chuckled and said to Mark, "You may get to ram his ass, but it's Ronnie's smug grin that's branded on yours."

Ronnie nodded. "It's true Mark, I own you."

"What about him?" Mark pointed to Cameron. "Is he part of your collection?"

Cameron answered for Ronnie. "Nah, I'm just along for the ride."

"Yes you are," Ronnie said, then looked at Mark, "and you need to shut up because here he comes."

"Who?" Mark looked over his shoulder and jumped a little when he saw that the wolf was right behind him. The wolf looked at him with an eyebrow raised and kept walking. He left the lunchroom.

Ronnie cleared his throat. "Okay, see, that's what I was talking about. The second I said 'here he comes', you should've known who I was referring to."

"You mean 'whom'." Cameron interrupted.

"Fuck you. The point is, Mark, and please pay attention: You're not good at thinking things through." He smiled sweetly, as if the insult was a compliment.

Mark leaned on the table, arms folded. "I don't wanna be your friend anymore."

Ronnie said, "But I'm betting you wanna meet me in the restroom in two minutes?" then got up and walked away.

Mark, befuddled, stammered. "Wha-he--but---" He groaned. "How does he expect me to put up with him?"

Cameron, not taking his eyes out of his book, responded. "If you're interested, I know a guy who can get you some Valiums."

Mark sighed, thought for a moment, then got up and followed Ronnie.

And Cameron, marking his page, prepared to indulge in the rest of Mark's lunch. "I hate to waste," he mumbled to himself.

***

"Fuck me, Mark..." said Ronnie in between breaths. "Fuck me as hard as you can..."

Mark was already pounding him at full blast, but it was hard to get in a good position in the tiny restroom stall. And the floor was covered in water (hope to God) which made him keep slipping. His shoes would squeak along the floor, a noise that made him cringe. Yeah, he was fucking Ronnie, but he couldn't really enjoy it.

"Harder..." Ronnie said, and not for the first time. "Damn it, Mark! What's wrong with you?"

"Motherfucker--" Mark pulled out of the fox and pulled his pants up. "Screw it. I'm done."

"What the hell are you doing?" Ronnie said, still bending over.

"I can't do it good in here. It's too small and that fucking squeak! It's all just ruining it for me." He turned around and opened the stall door.

"Where are you going?" Ronnie asked, pulling his own pants up.

"I'm going to class." Mark left the stall and started walking, leaving Ronnie behind.

Ronnie called after him. "Well good luck hiding that huge obvious boner in your pants!" In his own way, he was just as pissed as Mark was. The horse had never done that before. Usually it didn't take him long at all to bust a nut when it was Ronnie he was yiffing. Which was a shame. Ronnie liked sex with Mark. Sure he liked it with Cameron too, but otters aren't as big as horses. Not that Cameron wasn't any good. In fact, Ronnie had half a mind to go back to the lunchroom to see if he was still there. But he doubted it. He and Mark had spent so much time in the restroom that lunch had probably already ended. And without his friends or food present, Cameron had no reason to be there.

Ronnie stepped out of the restroom and started walking down the hall to his class, when he saw the wolf wandering around, the one he and Mark had been talking about at lunch. He looked lost.

The wolf looked over and saw Ronnie, and Ronnie looked down, pretending not to see him. It didn't do any good because the wolf spoke to him.

"Hey," he said.

Ronnie looked up, then looked around at the empty hall. "You talkin' to me?"

"Uh, yeah..." said the wolf, and Ronnie couldn't help but notice how cute he was when he was confused. "Do you know where Mr. Pillar's room is?"

Ronnie stepped closer. "I think so." He was just toying with the wolf. He knew where the drama teacher was. It was his last class of the day. However it was only 3rd period and he was going to be late to chemistry, but...fuck it. "Just playing with you. Yeah, it's my next class."

Bold move, Ronnie.

"Oh yeah?" said the wolf. "Well, uh, you wanna show me the way?"

Ronnie nodded. "Sure," he said, and started walking. "I'm Ronnie."

The wolf trailed along behind him. "I'm Max. Max Dalton. I just moved here."

"I could tell. You stink of Berriesville." Ronnie smiled without looking back, knowing what the wolf was about to ask.

Max said, "How did you know I was from Berriesville?"

There it was. Ronnie responded, "Because Berriesville High's mascot is the buck."

"Uh..." Max hesitated. "That still doesn't answer my question."

They turned down another hall and continued walking. "You have a buck on your shirt throwing a football, and under it, it says, 'Go Bucks'. That was very brave of you. Walking into this school wearing that shirt. But I don't care. I hate football." He turned his head to look at the wolf. "But I love guys that play football." He said it with a wink, then turned back around.

Max knitted a brow. "Actually, I'm not on the team. It's just school spirit I guess."

"For the wrong school?" Ronnie chuckled. "Seems more like, since you're not on the team, you just wore it because it was the nearest clean shirt."

"And how did you know that?"

"Because that's what I do on my lazy days. Put on whatever's lying around." Ronnie swished his tail.

Max caught up and started walking right next to him. "So how long have you been out of the closet?"

"Ha! Nice try," said Ronnie. "Now, if I hadn't said that thing about liking guys that play football, it would've been more impressive."

"That's not why I said it," Max replied. "I just wanna know how long you've known."

Ronnie shrugged. "For a while now."

"Are you..." Max hesitated again. "Are you...open about it?"

Ronnie smiled. "Why? Don't wanna be seen walking with me?"

"Well, no..." Max scratched his head. "I mean, I don't care, but...I'm just asking because--"

"Are you gay?" Ronnie asked at once.

Max didn't answer for a moment. "Don't know yet." He said it quietly. "Still trying to wrap my head around the whole idea."

"You either like boys, or you don't."

"Was it that simple for you?"

"Sure, it was simple. If you like boys, you like boys."

"But...I don't know if I--"

"Just say it then." Ronnie stopped walking, and Max stopped too. "Just say it, and you'll be that much closer to figuring out who you are."

Max looked around the hall, which was empty.

"No one will hear you but me," Ronnie said. "And I won't tell anybody. I promise."

Max looked around again, and took a breath. "I...I like--"

Before he could finish, Ronnie pressed his lips to the wolf's and wrapped his arms around Max's neck.

Max's eyes widened, and he looked around again to see that there was still nobody around, and slowly, shyly, placed his paws on Ronnie's hips.

The two of them were kissing, and neither of them really knew each other. But neither of them cared. Max was kissing Ronnie for way longer than he had expected himself to want to. He liked boys, that much was apparent.

Ronnie broke the kiss and looked into Max's eyes, which were a bright blue. "How was it?"

Max couldn't speak. He didn't know what to say. He only blinked once

"I liked it too," Ronnie said, then nuzzled Max's neck. "Come on, we're already late." He started walking, and Max, after pulling himself together, followed him.

***

Chemistry, as far as Mark was concerned, was a very boring subject. But he was lucky, because today the teacher had brought them to the computer lab where they were to watch the assigned videos and take notes. The horse had his video playing, but wasn't listening to it. Instead, he was talking to Cameron.

"I dunno what happened in there."

"Happened in where?" the otter asked, not taking his eyes off his own screen.

"The restroom," Mark explained. "We were doing it, then the next thing I know, I'm too pissed to finish. I just couldn't enjoy it. All that squeaking..."

"Dude, that suuuuucks..." Cameron said.

Mark looked at the otter and knitted a brow. "What's wrong with you?" And when Cameron looked at him, Mark saw that his eyes were bloodshot.

"I'm so high right now."

It was then that Mark noticed that Cameron had been watching his screen saver the entire time. When the otter turned back to face his screen, Mark sat back in his chair and crossed his arms. "Just forget it," he mumbled, then tried to get into the video, but it just wasn't clicking. "I hate chemistry." He sat there and grumbled to himself, still pissed about what went on in the restroom. It was too damn small in the stall, and he kept slipping, and Ronnie's complaining was throwing him off. Maybe next time it'd go better. For now, he just wanted to relax. "You got any of that left?" he asked Cameron.

"Nah, bro." Cameron looked at Mark. "Nah."

Mark rolled his eyes in irritation, and that was when he noticed the kid sitting next to him. A rat. The rat was writing his notes like a good student. Mark asked him, "Can I copy those when you're done?"

The rat looked at him and pulled out one of his earphones. "Hmm?" he asked.

"Can I copy off of you when you're done?" Mark repeated.

Before the rat could answer, a stern voice made all of them, including Cameron, jump.

"Are you trying to cheat, Mr. Treborn?"

Mark turned at the sound of his name and said, "No." Mr. Bernhardt was a bear of very little tolerance for bullshit. And judging by the look on his face, he could smell it.

Cameron chortled.

"What's so funny, Mr. Cameron?"

Cameron turned around too, and tried to act sober. "I swear it was just bad timing. Right when he answered you, I thought of something funny." Remarkable. He said it at such a normal pace. If his eyes weren't so red, he could have passed for sober.

"What's wrong with your eyes, Cameron?" Mr. Bernhardt asked.

Cameron sniffled. "Allergies."

"To what, boy? To what?"

Cameron became nervous. "Umm...pollen?"

'A' for effort. That excuse might have worked. If it wasn't late September.

"There is no pollen, Mr. Cameron."

Cameron looked around. "Umm--"

"That's enough from you," said the teacher. "And what about you, Mr. Powell?"

The rat turned around this time. "I didn't do anything wrong, I swear..." The anxiety in his voice was even stronger than that in Cameron's. Mark hadn't meant to get him in trouble.

"He didn't do anything," Mark said. "I asked if I could borrow his notes."

"You mean copy his notes?" Mr. Bernhardt said.

Mark nodded. "Yes. I mean, no! I mean, I needed his help because I...don't really get chemistry, and I wanted to know if he could...could show me the ropes. I mean, he actually gets it and I wanted to get it too because I don't wanna fail and if he helped me, then...then I wouldn't fail, and that's good for everybody!"

Mr. Bernhardt looked at the rat, who looked back sincerely. Then he looked at Cameron, who nodded encouragingly. And then he looked at Mark, taking his statement into consideration. "No cheating, Mr. Treborn."

"You got it," said Mark.

"And that goes for you boys, too." Mr. Bernhardt looked at Cameron and the rat, who both nodded to show that they understood. After that, Mr. Bernhardt walked away.

Mark looked over at the rat. "Sorry about that..."

"It's fine I guess. Long as I didn't get in trouble..." He turned back to his notes.

"I'm Mark, and that's Cameron." Mark tossed a thumb over his shoulder to point at his friend, who waved with a funny smile.

The rat giggled. "I'm Corey. Nice to meet you. Officially, I mean."

Mark smiled. "Yeah. Again, sorry about that. Normally I'm more careful."

"You mean when you're trying to cheat?" Corey said softly.

Mark shrugged. "It's not like I do it often. Just in this class. And algebra. Normally, I copy Cameron's work, but..." he looked over at the otter, who was playing Minecraft. "He already knows this stuff, so he's not taking notes."

"It's true," Cameron said. "I'm too smart for this shit, bitch-ass fuckdick!" He threw up a sign with his fingers that...didn't really mean anything specific once you got a good look at it.

Corey smiled. "Well, let me finish up, and I'll let you copy it. Okay?"

Mark smiled back. "Sounds good."

Corey replaced his earphone and continued his work. And while he may not have been looking at Mark, Mark was still looking at him. That is, until Cameron whispered in his ear, "Duuuuuude! He's freakin' hot!"

Mark looked at the otter and shook his head. "You're such an idiot."

***

Some teachers are just stupid. They bitch and they moan about students misbehaving, but if they have one in their class that doesn't belong and they don't notice it, it's their own damn fault for not calling attendance.

Ronnie and Max sat in the back of the drama room and talked. It wasn't like they stuck out either. Everybody talked in "Theatre I". Ronnie himself was in Theatre II, but didn't mind the nostalgia. If you could even call it that.

He didn't let Max know that he wasn't supposed to be in there because it didn't seem like he needed to. Just as long as nobody noticed. At least, nobody that cared.

"I don't know where any of these classes are..." Max said as he showed Ronnie his schedule. "I could find the rooms, but I don't know the buildings they're in."

Ronnie looked at them all and saw that Max had only two of the same classes he had: Spanish, which they had already had, and gym two classes from now. "Well, you went to the right room for Spanish. Chemistry is in the building way at the back of campus, same for algebra, but World Lit. and World History are in the building right behind this one. You can't miss it. And the new gym is the one we use now, it's right beside the football field. The old gym, for some reason, is over by the greenhouse, but it's being converted into something." As Ronnie handed the schedule back to Max, he saw that the wolf was paying attention, but had an uneasy look about him. "Something wrong?"

"Well...If it's okay with you," Max said, a little nervously, "I'd rather not tell anybody about...what we did in the hall. I mean...I know you said you wouldn't..."

"It doesn't matter to me," said Ronnie, crossing one leg over the other. "I like keeping secrets."

Max smiled a little, feeling less nervous. "You know, if I had money and a car, I'd ask if you wanted to go do something together sometime."

Ronnie looked at the wolf and chuckled. "I'm not one for dates anyway. Unless I'm sincerely interested."

Max looked at him. "Then what was that in the hall?"

Ronnie looked down, but kept his smile. "I'm kind of a bad fox..."

Max felt something in his gut when he heard Ronnie say that. And before he knew it, he was imagining Ronnie doing all sorts of dirty things with him. He liked the thoughts and how they made him feel. He looked at Ronnie's muzzle and suddenly wanted to kiss him again. It was then that he caught himself staring and looked away before Ronnie looked at him.

"No comment?" Ronnie asked.

Max looked back at the fox. "Uh...well...not really, no."

Ronnie smiled again. "Wow. You're the first guy who hasn't been all 'suck my dick, man'."

Max chuckled, trying not to focus on the image of Ronnie sucking his dick. "Is that how they usually are around here?"

Ronnie shrugged his shoulders. "It's not their fault entirely. I kind of bring it out in them."

Max then got a better sense of his initial impression of Ronnie. He was a fox that knew he was pretty. "How often do you...you know." Max didn't want to say the words. But that was okay, because Ronnie said them for him.

"Have sex?"

Max nodded.

"Whenever I feel like it."

"How often is that?"

Ronnie looked the wolf in the eyes, his smile becoming slyer by the second. "Often enough."

It was then that Ronnie felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw that Mark had sent him a text. It read, "Mr. Bear knows you're skipping".

Ronnie thought about that as he read it. It wouldn't be too much of a problem. Mr. Bernhardt just needed some coaxing. He looked back at Max, who was watching him. "I gotta go, I guess."

"What for?" the wolf asked.

Ronnie swished his tail. "Important fox stuff to do."

Max knitted a brow. "You don't like to talk about much, do you."

"Don't worry," the fox said sweetly. "There'll be time for talk in gym class." He winked, then headed for the door. But just before he walked out, he said to the teacher, "Bye, Mr. Pillar."

By the time Mr. Pillar had looked up, Ronnie was gone.

***

"His name is Max," Ronnie explained to Mark and Cameron after having dealt with an irritable Mr. Bernhardt. "And even he didn't know he was gay." He got Cameron to scoot down a seat so he could sit between them.

Mark cursed under his breath while Cameron was all up in his face, leaning across Ronnie. "I told you bro! I told you! Ronnie always knows!"

"Shut UP!" Mark had meant to intimidate the otter, but Cameron only nudged the fur sitting next to him on the arm and said, "Look! I made him mad!" The fur didn't respond.

"How did you know?" Mark asked. "How did you know he was gay?"

Ronnie shrugged. "I just did. I got this vibe from him. And he even said he wanted to take me on a date. But I guess the kiss had something to do with that."

"A date?" said Cameron.

"You kissed?" asked Mark.

"Actually, the kiss wasn't that long," Ronnie explained. "And we aren't going to actually go on a date. He just said he'd ask me if he had the car and the money to provide a good time."

"I can get you into a movie for free, dude," said Cameron. "But you gotta pay for the popcorn and shit."

"And," said Mark, "if it means you having someone to love and make you be nice to me, I will drive you both there myself."

Ronnie smiled and placed his paw on Mark's cheek. "I'm never going to be nice to you."

Mark grimaced.

"And besides," Ronnie continued. "I just want to yiff with him. I don't want to be his boyfriend."

"Oh come on, Ronnie," said Mark. "Wolves are like your thing, okay?"

"Yeah," Cameron added. "We're tired of you being so bitter and lonely."

"I'm not bitter, and I'm not lonely." Ronnie thought about it after he said it. "Well...I'm not lonely, that's for sure. That's what you guys are for."

"Then why are you so eager to yiff the wolf?"

Ronnie looked at Mark, then behind him. "Who said that?"

"I did," Corey said, poking his head around Mark's chest.

"Who are you?" Ronnie asked.

"I'm Corey."

"Nice to meet you," said Ronnie quickly. "Now, in regards to your question, 'why am I so eager to yiff the wolf?' Well, I don't know if you know this, but as this horse just said, wolves are like my thing. 'Kay?"

Corey became confused at the somewhat hostile tone in Ronnie's voice. Mark saw this and said to him, "Don't take it personally. That's just Ronnie. He's an asshole."

"And you're stupid," Ronnie said to Mark, "and Cameron is just lazy."

...Uh...Cameron didn't really respond to this remark verbally, but if I had to spell it out for you, I'd say he reacted in this way: =3

"But anyway," Ronnie continued, "I plan to have some fun with him in gym."

"He has gym with us?" Mark asked.

Ronnie nodded. "Yup. First I'm gonna watch him play, get all hot and sweaty, and once we're in the locker room alone--well, let's just say he won't get mad two minutes in and go back to class with a hard dick in his pocket." He looked at Mark when he said it. But Cameron, who didn't understand, said only, "What?"

Mark sighed, then irritably explained. "First of all, I already told you about it, Cameron. And secondly, that squeak was fucking with me and I was cramping. I can't do it in the bathroom stall anymore. Get over it, find a new place for us to do it."

Ronnie, his paw placed on Mark's cheek, said, "Bless your pitiful little heart," then slapped him.

***

Soccer, in Ronnie's opinion, made as much sense as any other sport. In the sense, of course, that it made none at all. But nonetheless, watching Mark and Cameron run around out there in the field in their gym clothes made him hot for both of them. Just knowing that they were both athletic was a turn-on. But even more so, on the other side of the field, a sport was being played by Max the wolf that also made no sense to Ronnie but gave him pleasure to watch: football.

Now usually, Ronnie sat on the bench nearest Mark and Cameron's field of play. But he really really really wanted to watch Max run around and work up a sweat. He could just imagine the wolf panting, and that made him shudder. He swished his tail back and forth as he watched, feeling his teeth bite down on his lip. The only reason he could tell that Max was good at football was because the guys on his team were applauding his moves.

Coach White blew his whistle and told them all to take a break. A few other guys were gathered around Max and they all seemed to be socializing. Ronnie watched every move the wolf made, and every single one seemed to carry some erotic element. Everything he did turned Ronnie on even more. When he high-fived a couple of his teammates, when he sat down and leaned back on a bench, when he took a big drink from his water bottle and panted to catch his breath...

As Ronnie watched, he had no idea he was holding his own tail to his chest and nibbling on the tip. He was definitely eager to yiff the wolf, as Corey had put it.

"Hey!"

And just like that, his trance was broken. He looked at Cameron, who had just sat next to him, and scowled. "You ruined it."

"Ruined what?" The otter looked confused.

Ronnie nudged his head in Max's direction, and Cameron looked. "Oh...I see what you mean. He's alright, for a top."

"He's totally a top..." Ronnie agreed.

"Right? He's so big."

"And strong."

"And wolfy."

"And hot..." Ronnie began swishing his tail again.

Cameron noticed this. "Oh, you got it bad."

"Shut up, Webbed Feet!" Ronnie said. "You make it sound like I'm in love with him."

"Really?" said Cameron. "I could've sworn that was how you were making it sound."

Ronnie pointed a finger at him. "You said that he was strong and wolfy."

"Yeah," Cameron replied, "but I was also watching you to see what kind of face you'd make when I said that."

"I didn't make a face."

"Yeah you did."

"Didn't."

"Did."

"Didn't!"

"Did."

Ronnie punched him in the arm to shut him up.

"Hey, easy!" Cameron rubbed his arm. "I dunno why you're being all prissy about this. So what if you're interested in him?"

"I'm not."

"But what if you were?" Cameron kept on because he was trying to get to a point. "What if you did want him to be your boyfriend or something? What if this guy's the guy for you?"

"Give me one good reason why he would be the guy for me, Cameron."

"Okay, well, for one thing, he said he wanted to take you on a date."

"A lot of guys tell me that."

Cameron continued. "He's hot!"

Ronnie nodded. "Very hot."

"And you just made the face again."

Ronnie punched the otter again in the same spot, making him groan a bit this time.

"Fine, then," Cameron said, as if he were bringing in the big guns. "You want a reason? Here's a given. You can't take your eyes off him whenever he's around."

Ronnie raised his fist again, making Cameron cringe, but lowered it. "I'm with you so far."

"Okay," Cameron said, scooting away a little bit so he'd have time to react before the next punch. "Now here's a question for you. That little story you told me and Mark about you and Max in the hall? Who kissed who first?"

"I kissed him."

"And I rest my case."

"Okay, that is a bullshit reason. I've given the first kiss before."

"Not to me, and not to Mark. You, my foxy little devil, made us kiss you. And, if that weren't enough, I've seen you in action with other guys in this school. You go about us all the same way. You test us, make us want it, because you know how none of us can resist those sweet soft lips of yours." Cameron had a smile on his face, and his eyes had focused on Ronnie's lips now. But Ronnie wasn't paying attention to that. He was thinking about how true Cameron's reason were. And come to think of it, there hadn't been a moment since he'd seen the wolf that Ronnie wasn't thinking about him. But...that didn't mean...

Of course it didn't. Ronnie wasn't in love with him. He knew better than to fall in love with somebody he didn't know. Max could turn out being a total idiot for all he knew. But he still wanted to yiff him, though.

"Cameron?" Ronnie said.

"Yeah?" Cameron responded, a dreamy look in his eyes as he watched Ronnie's lips.

"You have an otter in your pants."

Cameron broke his gaze and looked down at the boner in his shorts, then looked back at Ronnie and smiled. "Wanna touch it?"

"No."

"Fine then. Oh! I just thought of another reason why he's perfect for you."

"Why's that?"

"Here he comes."

"Huh?" Ronnie looked in Max's direction, and sure enough, the wolf was coming over.

Cameron said, "Bye," and got up and walked away.

Max approached Ronnie. "Hey," he said.

"Hi there." Ronnie smiled. "I thought you didn't play football."

Max chuckled and sat next to him. "No, I just said I wasn't on the team. I never said I didn't play."

Instantly, Ronnie was as turned on as he was before Cameron interrupted him. It appeared that Max...had wit. "Well...you were great out there." He swished his tail for the wolf.

Max smiled too. "God, you're pretty." He made the fox smile when he said it. "But I guess you already knew that." Ronnie smiled even more.

"It's still nice to hear it," he replied. "Especially from you."

Max wagged his tail. "I've uh...been thinking about you all day."

"Really?" Ronnie asked, scooting closer.

"Yeah..."

"I've been thinking about you too..."

Max's tail wagged even faster. He then made a gesture that Ronnie hadn't been expecting. He took Ronnie's paw in his own.

"Oh, now..." Ronnie said, "Let's not be too hasty." He took back his paw.

"Sorry," Max said. But he wasn't really. He was still smiling and his tail was still wagging.

Ronnie thought as he looked at Max that maybe he did want to be his boyfriend. But not right away. He definitely wanted to get to know him first. But, in the meantime..."Wanna yiff?"

***

The only reason the locker room was empty was because gym class wasn't over yet. And Ronnie knew how to pick the lock. The only time students were allowed in was before and after class.

As soon as they had shut the door, they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Ronnie had wrapped his arms around Max's neck and started kissing him, and Max's had his hands on Ronnie's hips, prodding the fox's asscheeks with his fingers.

Their lips were locked, sucking each other's tongue, tasting each other. The only time they broke the kiss was so that they could lick each other elsewhere. Max groaned in pleasure when he felt Ronnie's tongue on his neck. The fox was licking him so hotly that his shorts were becoming a major burden.

As Ronnie licked his neck and chest, Max pulled the fox's shorts down and squeezed his ass, making Ronnie moan and wrap a leg around the wolf. Max moaned in response as his mating instincts took over. He started humping the fox through his shorts. He couldn't help it, he was a wolf.

When Ronnie felt that huge doggy bulge pressing into him, he couldn't help but get down on his knees and pull Max's shorts with him. Once his cock was free, the wolf couldn't help but moan at the relief.

Ronnie watched the big red doggy dick before him bounce and throb, and looked up at Max, who was watching him eagerly. Ronnie nuzzled his length, murring and moaning as he took in the scent of his maleness.

Max's hips bucked when Ronnie's soft muzzle traveled across his dick from base to lip, then stifled a growl when he felt that sweet little fox tongue licking it.

Ronnie's tongue swept hungrily across, mostly at the base once Max's knot began to form. And when it had reached it's full size, Ronnie kissed it and murred before stroking the shaft. "You love boys, don't you..."

Max's breathing had become rapid. "Yeah..."

Ronnie licked his cock from base to tip, then kissed it again. "Even little foxy boys like me?"

Max grabbed the fur on the back of Ronnie's head and pulled, making the fox look up at him. "Especially you..." He grabbed his cock and rubbed it all over Ronnie's muzzle, making both of them moan. And when Ronnie opened his mouth, Max shoved it in and barked loudly, showing his need to be the alpha wolf.

This made Ronnie's foxhood tremble and throb as well. He loved a manly wolf. He began sucking and bobbing his head, performing the best blowjob he'd ever given. He grabbed Max's thighs so he could deepthroat him faster. He loved the way that doggy cock tasted.

Max's hips were thrusting in sync with Ronnie's movements, and he felt himself on the verge of cumming. But he didn't want to yet. Quickly, he pulled out and took a step back to calm down.

Ronnie crawled closer, flattening his ears against his head to show Max how sad he was that he had taken away his toy. He watched it with hungry eyes, licking his lips as he saw how bright red it was, how the light reflected off of it...he wanted it so badly...

Ronnie couldn't help himself. He turned around and bent over on the floor, raising his tail and showing Max his tight little foxhole. He then turned around and saw Max eyeing him lustfully. Ronnie enticed him but waving his sexy fox ass at the wolf.

Before Max could help it, he was on his knees on the floor too, his tip placed at Ronnie's pucker. And without warning, he slammed it inside the fox and pounded that extremely tight ass as hard and fast as he could.

Ronnie gritted his teeth at first, but began moaning immediately after. "Oh...Max...fuck me..."

Max was grunting and growling with each thrust. He reached and grabbed the fur on the back of Ronnie's head again and tugged. "You're a bad fox..." He was remembering what Ronnie had said to him earlier, remembering the phrase that had fueled his sexual desires for the fox.

"I'm a bad little fox..." Ronnie said, then gasped when he felt Max tug harder. Then Max pulled so hard that he had lifted Ronnie to his chest, so that they were both on there knees. Once there, Max, wrapped his arm around the fox's chest and held him there, then growled in his ear. "I'm a bad wolf..."

Ronnie closed his eyes and trembled. He had never been this hot for anyone. And before he could say anything, Max slammed his big knot into Ronnie's ass and kept humping him, only in a more wild and savage manner.

The fox couldn't help it. He felt himself fire a burst of cum and heard it splatter against the tiled locker room floor. As he came he felt his ass tighten around Max's cock, and the wolf couldn't hump as hard anymore.

Max was grunting louder and louder. His dick kept tugging to pull out of Ronnie, but his knot was too big, and the fox too tight. The more he pulled, the more Ronnie squeezed his knot until finally he barked and bit down on Ronnie's neck as he shot his own load into deep tight hole he had buried his bone in. And for a while, neither of them could move. But eventually, they both felt the pain in their knees from the damn hard floor and they both rolled over to lay on their sides.

Ronnie, panting, took Max's paw in his own and kissed it. "That was so much fun..." He then felt Max's nose on the back of his head, followed by his tongue.

"Yeah..." the wolf breathed. "It was."

And for a moment, they both relaxed there on the floor, not even minding how hard and uncomfortable it was. Until...

The tune of a ringtone echoed in the room.

Max raised his head off the ground and looked up. "Shit..."

"What is it?" Ronnie asked, turning his head to look at the wolf.

"That's my phone."

Ronnie giggled. "Is it your mom or something?"

Max chuckled. "No, it's...it's nothing. Uh...I left my water bottle out there. You wanna head back out?"

Ronnie shrugged. "I guess."

Max wrapped his arm around Ronnie. "I'll teach you how to play football."

Ronnie gave a fake laugh. "Wow that sounds sooooo fun. How about I just watch you play?"

Max smiled. "Fine with me." He pulled out of Ronnie, stood up, and stretched, and completely disregarded the ringtone still playing. He put his shorts back on and headed for the door. His paw on the knob, he looked back at Ronnie, who was still lying on the floor. "You coming?"

Ronnie looked at him. "Yeah, I'll be out in a bit. If you'd rather not let anyone know what we did in here, we should probably leave separately."

Max smiled. "I guess I'm just not ready to be as open about it as you."

Ronnie smiled too. "I understand."

Max opened the door and left.

Ronnie stood up immediately and followed the sound of the ringtone to a locker in the back. By the time he got there, it had stopped ringing. And after thinking about it, he probably shouldn't have been so curious in the first place. He started to walk away, when the phone beeped. Ronnie peeked through the locker and saw on the screen the words, "1 New Voice Message".

Now that was a lot easier to handle. Pick the lock, listen to it, delete it. He wouldn't have been so interested if Max hadn't acted like he didn't wanna answer it. Which meant he probably wouldn't even want to check the message. So...no harm done.

Ronnie picked the lock and opened the locker to retrieve the phone. Firstly, he checked the number and saw that it wasn't from someone in his contacts. 555-8546. He tried to listen to the message, but he needed the four-digit passcode. Then he thought. Max probably didn't make it anything too hard, so he just guessed. He dialed 1234, and just like that, he was able to listen to it. He smiled at himself as he pressed the phone to his ear.

"You have (one) new message."

And his smile slowly disappeared as he heard the message. The voice was unmistakably female. "Hey baby. It's been a whole day since we've seen each other. I miss you my sweet sexy wolfymax. *giggles* call me. Love you. Bye."

"End of message."

Ronnie pressed the cancel button, then deleted the message, put the phone back in the locker and closed it. He turned around and leaned against it, thinking to himself. 'Hey baby'...'been a whole day since we've seen each other'...'love you'...

No. Way.

Max...has a girlfriend.

When Ronnie thought it, he did the one thing you wouldn't expect a fox to do in that situation.

He smiled.