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Back in college, I had a friend called Nate, who considered himself to be quite the stud with the ladies. The wolf wasn't all talk about it, either, since many a night he'd end up banging some girl in places such as club bathrooms while I'd wait for him to come back so that we could head to the dorms again...but I guess you don't really want to hear about him sinking his sausage into the scary recesses of the female body, heheh. No, this story is about the time when he decided that I would make do.

It didn't come to me as a total surprise - Nate was a very physical guy who was always bro-fisting guys, slapping butts and backs and generally paws-on, but that doesn't make anyone gay, does it now? I'd gotten my own foxy butt slapped by the wolf more than once, anyway, even after I'd told him matter of factly that...

"Nate, actually, I'm gay, dude," after he had tried to make me go and hit on a hot vixen for the 8th time during the same night at the club.

Well, that didn't stop Nate from occasionally mishandling my ass-ets, or tugging my tail, or just being the bastard he has, always boasting about his conquests in graphic detail that would leave his straight friends with their tongues hanging out of their muzzles and with tight pants...now that part I didn't mind seeing...but it was still a bit...meh, listening to them talk about pussy like that and not getting any...well Nate did, of course, being the hot thing that he was.

But there was more to it, too. Sometimes, when he was drunk, he'd tell that...

"You know, dude, I'd totally do it with a guy too...lol..."

...one of those times he almost threw up on my shoes, so I really didn't get to inquire him more about that such statements. Sure, he was really hot and all that and there was no denying that I kinda lusted after his body - thankfully not for his personality, because that'd been an unfortunate crush - but he did get my engine started, if you get my meaning. These little slips of the tongue he sometimes gave me, combined with the paws-on approach really had me wondering, too, whether it wasn't just all talk...hell, I'd even seen him make out with a dude on a dare to get into some hot wolf girl's panties...so maybe...

...well, the maybe did happen on a Saturday morning of all times, when he came knocking behind my door and appeared there, eyes bloodshot and still smelling pretty rank from last night.

"Dude!"

"Hey, buddy!" he managed to sound cheerful despite his obvious hung over state, as I let him in.

We channel-surfed for a bit, checked Facebook for anything cool, we drank a can of Coke each, he went to the bathroom (not to barf, thankfully), and returned to my bed, which also served as the couch, and sat kinda heavily next to me, legs spread widely as if he needed to give his junk a lot of space...ohh, straight boys...I didn't even need to peek when he sat like that...

"So good night last night?" I asked him, trying to make conversation.

Nate yawned and shook his head.

"Pretty shitty," he said, "not enough girls, and the football team stole them all."

"Oooh man," I grumbled. I wouldn't have minded any of the football players, if they'd been into dudes, that was, and not so damn stupid.

"Yeah, fuck it," he said, scratching his balls through his loose pants.

Damn...I could see the outline of his sheath, and it was definitely swollen in there...and he was rubbing it...my own pants started to balloon, as I couldn't help it.

"Oh well," I elbowed him on the ribs. "Another day, another meat market?"

"Suuuuuure!" he didn't sound too enthusiastic, and his goddamn paw was still doing stuff with his junk.

Oh I'd probably go for gay boy hell for this...

"Unless you wanna go the other way and get some right now," I said, trying to sound light, even though I felt kinda nervous.

His ears did sort of long, quick flicks, and he looked at me, and I got a faceful of hot wolf breath that smelled of tequila, and a kind of a scowl...and a snort...

"Whut?"

I made sure to keep my paws on my lap to hide my own boner, and glanced at the door, just in case I'd have to run for it, and then I gave him an innocent vulpine smile, and a tail flick.

"Well you did say once that you'd do it with a dude, too..." I said, keeping eye contact with him, "and you know, I'm a dude..."

"Well I sure as hell don't think you're a girl, dude!" he barked out, his tail kinda bristling but...at least he wasn't punching me or jumping away from the bed.

"Well I'm not, obviously...but you did say you wouldn't mind..."

He frowned.

"I don't really remember..."

"Well you were drunk..."I flicked my ears innocently.

His ears flapped.

"I'm sure I was," he said.

I pouted a little and slumped against the wall behind us.

"Oh well then, " I flicked my tail against the floor, "sorry I asked then, bro."

I stared straight ahead for a bit, on the uninteresting macho TV on the tube, and listening to him take a few breaths and then, the bed creaking turn to look at me...I could fee lit.

"Sorry about what?"

I looked back to him and waved my paw towards his groin, though not going anywhere near it.

"Well, you know...asking if you wanted to fool around when you say that you really don't want to...I mean, it's totally cool, you're straight...and I'm a boy..."

I kept looking at his eyes, not at his junk, even if it was tempting...his paw was still there...and I heard his tail shuffle around, and saw his ears flick back and forth...I could imagine him thinking about it, hard, in that hung over minds. It was rare to see the brawny wolf being thoughtful...

"Yeah, I know you're a dude, dude," he replied.

"Good, because I'd hate to be mistaken for a girl," I said.

He snorted, and I got another whiff of tequila, and he was still making that thinking face...and kinda rubbing his junk through his pants...or at least the paw was still there, cupping whatever he was packing there...something humongous, if going by his own stories, and a little peek at him once...heh...

"You know I'm not gay, dude," he said, then, in a kind of a rush.

I almost chuckled. I did chuff.

"Oh, I've no doubt," I said," I didn't think you were. I was just telling you what you told me before."

His ears still flicked quickly.

"Well...I might've said it...I mean...I can appreciate a good-looking guy like anyone else..." he waved his paw, as if painting some kind of an abstract graphic of how that made him just a regular guy and not gay in any way.

"I know you said it, but you were drunk," I said.

"Oh..."

"And it's not like fooling around with a dude makes you gay," I continued, speaking in the kind of placating things you often heard used to comfort questioning furs, "you' might just be curious...wanting to experiment...it's perfectly normal..."

Oh God...did I go that far?

Ohhhh yes, I did, because I was horny, and got hots for Nate, and I wondered if a bit of wily foxy talk could actually tip him over the fence and...

"Well it's not like it's not normal to be gay," he said, "A bit weird but...meh..."

He shrugged, and I felt like I should tell him off for calling me and my sexual orientation weird, but whatever...he hadn't punched me in the gut yet.

"And you know..." I knew I was taking another risk here, but...well...this was risky business..."guys give the best pawjobs and blowjobs, because we've got dicks too and know what guys need to get off..."

Then he really chortled, and flapped me with his tail, which made me jump a bit.

"Ha!" he chuckled.

"What?" I said. "It's true, dude!"

He gave me a kind of a firm look, there, and I wished it'd just been scary, and not kinda hot, too.

"Seriously, dude, do you think that I've never been hit on by a guy before?" he sounded almost disappointed with me. "Do you think I haven't heard all those promises?"

Hmmm...well I hadn't considered that...it was a bit difficult to answer to that...

"Oh..." I said, brilliantly.

He chuckled, and patted my arm.

"You ain't the only one with eyes for me, dude," he winked, and still kept his paw on my arm, "don't get cocky."

I just wanted to get up close with his cock...period.

"Well, I don't know how this whole bi-curious thing goes, I've always been gay," I replied, trying to appear indignant. "I've got some things to learn myself."

"So you're calling me that now huh?" he yelped. "Don't you guys hate labels nowadays?"

Oh, facepalm...

"Well, sometimes it makes some furs more comfortable if they have something to call themselves, or describe themselves to others..."

"I heard it's called try-sexual, too," he said.

My ears perked.

"What is?"

"You know...wanting to fool around..." he waved his paw between us.

"Oh...well...I guess..." I wasn't quite sure what he was talking about.

He bro-fisted my chest.

"Heheheh," the wolf grinned, tongue lolling out.

"Right," I huffed, my chest smarting just a little from that heavy hairy paw.

"Aww, sorry," guess he saw my ears flop a little, because he rubbed my chest with his big paw, a bit, before he...just kinda looked at me...and scooted a bit further away from me on the bed...and oh my God...then his paws went for his pants.

"So..." he said, as I stared, wide-eyed, how those paws pulled on the cord of his pants and he kinda lifted his ass up from the bed, "since we were talking about trying, how about you try some of this, then?"

I just stared, muzzle open, when he pulled his pants down and let a big, angry red canine cock flop out of his pants and against his belly. It left an instant stain against his T-shirt, and pulsed, and the knot was huge and made my tailhole kinda clench with both desire and terror...damn, Nate was hung...

He looked at me, and grinned, when he reached to give himself a few jerking off strokes from that big paws of his, and after that he brought his paw up to his muzzle and gave it a big whiff.

I almost messed my pants, watching the straight guy smell his own musk and obviously liking it...I could smell it too, but...not like that...Jesus...

"Well, you like it, dude?"

I nodded, weakly.

"Uhhh....huuuuh..."I kinda gasped.

Then his paw suddenly appeared behind me, grabbing my neck and pulling me close, so that we were KISSING...damn...he was really doing it, too, lips on mine, pressing, tongue, too...I guess...I was panting by the time he finished, leaning back...his paw going back to stroking himself...and he made a kind of a face...

"Damn...hmmm..." he mused, smacking his lips as if he'd just tasted a new kind of a drink, not a dude....

"Wow..."I moaned, feeling like I was close to the bursting point in my own cock department.

"Not too bad," he said, "though I think I prefer kissing girls..."

"Well you can always try again..." I said in a small voice.

His paw made a slick sound when it moved over his swollen tool, and then he let his fingers slip down, below that huge knot, and he kinda...held that thick rod up in the air, pulsing and smelling delicious even from afar.

"Don't push your luck," the cocky wolf said, "now, why don't you do some gay stuff on my dick while I sit back and relax? I wanna enjoy this properly, since I'm just trying it out, you know."

I nodded, my tongue seemingly paralyzed by wolf musk, but my paws, trembling as they were, reached for him, and took over from his big paw at holding that big dick in their gentle cradling embrace.

"Yhmmm....not bad..."

Nate leaned back against the wall, grabbed a pillow and put it behind his neck and let his paws flop to his sides...but he didn't close his eyes or anything...I guess he wasn't going to pretend I was a girl or something...so...

"You're big, dude," I kinda rumbled as I felt up every veined inch of that dick.

"Thanks," he smiled, "haven't had anyone complain that it's small."

I rubbed the slit on the top and got a proper buck of his hips and a moan from him, and that made me smile a bit, myself.

"You'd need to be a stallion to complain about this being small..."I curled my fingers carefully around his rod and gave it a few milking motions to get him spill some more pre onto my paw. "Fuck..."

"Play with my balls," was his only reply to that.

How could I say no? I slipped my left paw from his cock and grabbed those big nuts, giving them the most gentle of squeezes, because I knew they were his family jewels, and you never wanted to be rough with those...and he grunted, and growled, and generally sounded like he approved.

"Hmmm...nice..."

"Uh huh?" I teased him a bit as I rubbed him, and rolled his balls in my paw.

"Uh huh...why don't you suck it a bit? I feel like a blowjob...not that your paws ain't nice..."

He tousled my headfurs a bit, and I really did blush then...besides the sex flush that was covering my muzzle and really much all over my body...

"Uh...cool..."

I was holding his dick, it only took me the effort of tipping my head down to his lap and lolling my tongue out so that I could taste him...and I was hooked...and immediately tried to gobble him down my throat.

"Ohhhwwoooow!"

His his bucked, but thankfully he didn't manage to gag me too badly...I had my paw around his dick so that it really just slapped against my fingers...but it was touch and go for a bit, before I got my jaws relaxed around that thick length, and put my long muzzle into good use by bobbing up and down on him. Drool flowed over his shaft, the parts that weren't stuffed into my mouth, and I guess I soaked his ball furs like that, really, letting him pump a bit into my muzzle while I tried my best to tease him with my tongue and lips and play with that big, aggressive knot with my free paw.

"Aahhmaaaaan..."

He did what guys often do and put his paw on top of my head, so I had no choice but to accept the brief bout of muzzlefucking that left me kinda gagging, briefly, before his tail wagged a groove onto the carpet when his hips buckled and I knew that I was soon going to get some wolfy cream over my tongue. He didn't disappoint...he'd really been blue-balled, I had to suspect, or maybe he just made a lot in general, but I had to swallow several huge spurts down my gullet when it finally poured out of his shaking, rumbling body.

"Waaaaahhh..."

I felt cum drool over my chin and blushed madly, and finally let his length slip from my lips. I felt almost shy looking at him, then, as I swallowed one more time and sat up, panting, my own arousal untouched and raring to go.

"UHmmm...maan..." the wolf, his eyes half-lidded, grumbled.

"Not so bad?" I suggested.

"UHmmmmgmgmmgmm..." he let out an incomprehensible sound.

He did leave me blue-balled that afternoon - he wouldn't give me reach-around, but he called me a good buddy for helping me out, and even joked about how he'd maybe waited too long to find out what a good cocksucker I was...damn...guess that's how he was gonna call me from them on...but whether I got to taste him again...now that's another story for y'all :P

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