Ways of Living 2
Thriiiiiing! The bell brought me out of my daydream and back into my history class.
"Remember," my history teacher said, " there's a one page essay on the War of Slavery due tomarrow. Don't forget!" I heard the class groan along with me. I haven't even started on it yet. Another thing to do tonight. Wee.
I gathered my notebook and history books, shoved them into my already overflowing backpack, and rushed towards the door along with the rest of my classmates.
Like rush hour on Fridays, I entered a mass of students desperate to get out of the building. I pushed my way through the throng, bumping into others as I made my way to the entrance doors. The smell was horricfic. I could smell a mixture of sweat, body odor, wet fur, smoke, and other disturbing substances that I couldn't identify. And I was touching these people! I felt like a pin-ball. I tried to avoid the smelly ones, but I seemed to be attracted to them by some unseen force.
"Sorry," I said as I bumped into a tiger who smelled like onions and pickles. He just glared at me and moved on. I rubbed my shoulder where I bumped him, trying to scratch off the smell. Disgusting.
I reached the door, pushed past a female wolf cheerleader, and stepped into the fresh afternoon air. I skipped down the steps, took a right, and headed down the street towards my house.
As I walked farther away from Milestone High, the sounds of the crowd faded away. Soon, it was just me and the sidewalk. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. It had been a long day. Sneaking into the school, tricking the sub in gym class, seeing my best friend Blake give James a muzzle job.. I felt a stir in my balls at the thought. Looking around and seeing no one, I reached down a readjusted my boyhood into a more comfortable position. Tonight was going to be interesting. Trying to talk to Blake was going to be hard. How do you open up a conversation when you just say your friend give another kid a muzzle job? 'Well, I just happened to me in the boys locker room and noticed that you were giving head. Care to explain?' I couldn't decide how I was going to approach this matter.
I passed a mail box, took a left, counted two houses down, and walked up to my front door. I slid off my backpack, letting out a small sigh as it left my tired shoulders. Finding the key in my front pocket, I unlocked the door and stepped into my air conditioned house. As expected, no one was home as I closed the door behind me. I set my backpack down by the door and walked into the kitched.
A sticky-note was posted on my refrigerator, along with fifty bucks. I grabbed the money, scanned the note, which listed emergency phone numbers and family friends, then headed to the living room. I plopped myself down on the couch, sighed, and let my head rest on the armrest.
I stared at our white ceiling, watching how images seemed to appear and dissapear at random. One looked like a crab, until the legs turned into whiskers and two eyes appeared out of the top, making it look more feline-ish. I stared at the cat until it blened into the rest of the ceiling. Man, I was tired. I slowly turned my gaze towards my VCR. 3:00 flashed in neon green letters on the display. Blake wasn't supposed to be over until 4:30. That gave me time to take a short nap. I shut my eyes, and promptly fell into a light sleep.
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Thunk thunk thunk! I sat up abruptly, my heart racing. Thunk thunk! It was the door. I took a peak at the VCR. 4:40. I jumped off the couch and ran towards the door.
"I'm so sorry!" I cried after opening the door to find Blake standing on my doorstep with sleeping bag and pillow in hand.
The black lab flashed me a smile. "It's fine. dude. I've only been knocking for a few seconds." I sighed.
"Good. Well, come on in." I stepped back and the lab walked past me. After shutting the door, we both walked to the living room.
Blake set down his things by the couch, where we usually slept together.
"When's dinner?" he asked, turing his head towards me.
"Whenever. Dad left fifty bucks." He smiled.
"How 'bout pizza?" he asked.
"Wow! I can't believe you just said that! This is, like, the first time you have wanted pizza over at my house," I said sarcastically. He just smiled bigger. I sighed.
"I'll go order it. Pepperoni, right?"
"You bet!" he said, licking his lips. My loins stirred. I quickly turned and headed towards the kitchen. If the act of blake licking his lips turned me on, this was going to be a rough night. I picked the phone up off the wall and dialed the pizza number.
*****
I watched as Blake shoveled his sixth piece of pizza into his muzzle. We sat on the couch with the pizza box laying open on the mini table. I couldn't help but stare. He chewed, swallowed, and let out a sigh.
"Nothing like pizza to fill a stomach, eh?" he asked me.
"Your a pig, you know that?" I replied. We both laughed. An uncomfortable silence followed. I sat at the opposite end of the couch, staring at Blake out of the corner of my eye. I felt my foxhood stir again. How could I tell him what I saw? How could I tell him that I liked it? I licked my lips. I took a breath. Here it goes.
I was about to say what I saw when he turned towards me and said, "Your my friend, right?" The question took me a little off guard.
"Well duh," I said.
"And nothing is more important than friendship right?"
"Yeah..." I said, unsure of what he was getting at.
"Well..." Blake took a deep breath. " Cody, I... don't really like girls."
"Who would?" I replied quickly. Now I knew what he was getting at.
He shook his head. He looked me straight in the eyes and whispered, "Cody, I think I'm gay."
Of course I knew this, but it still took me by surprise a little when he said it.
"Oh..." I said. I could see tears in Blake's eyes as I stared back at him.
"I'm sorry to do this to you, Cody, but I had to get it off my chest." I nodded. I didn't know what to say. What could I say? Then the words poured out of my mouth unbidden.
"I know. I...I saw what you did with James." His mouth fell open. I could smell the fear wafting off of him now.
"Oh..." he said. Then he did something I never thought he would do: he cried. It started as a few tears, but then something clicked and huge sobs wracked the black lab's body. He turned away from me and put his head in his hands.
"I'm sorry..." I heard him say between sobs. A few seconds ticked by. I didn't know what to do. Should I comfort him, or should I kick him out of my house? I made my decision.
I scooted over to his side of the couch and moved close enough that our bodies touched. I then lifted my arms and embraced my friend. I felt him tense for a moment before he relaxed and accepted my hug.
"It's ok," I whispered into his ear. "Shush, it's alright. Quiet now. Shhh." I continued making calming noises until Blake stopped crying. His eyes red, he looked back at me and said, "Thank you, Cody." I smiled.
"What are friends for?" He smiled back at me. I slide away from him, keeping only my arm around his neck.
"So, your... alright with this?" he asked. I nodded. He let out a sigh. Butterflies were playing soccer in my stomach. Now was the time.
"I... think I liked it..." I whispered. His head shot up and looked at me in surprise. I could feel my face getting red. My heart was in my ears, but I had to finish.
"Would you.... would you do the same thing you did to James to me?" I asked in a very soft whisper. He stared at me for a few seconds. His eyes drilled into my head, making me squirm with uneasiness. His muzzle cracked into a smile.
"Of course." I let out a sigh. I removed my arm from his neck and sat up on the couch. Blake slid to his knees in front of me. My stomach felt like it was in a gymnastic compitition. I looked down, watching my friend find a comfortable position. He placed his paws on my knees, then looked up at me.
"Are you sure you wanna do this?" he asked. I nodded. He smiled wide.
Spreading my legs with his hands, he slowly moved his muzzle towards my crotch. He pressed his nose against my already tented pants. I couldn't help but let out a soft "yip." Blake just smile and reached to undo my zipper. He unzipped my pants and pulled the wasteline down so he could have a clear view of my boxers. He grabbed the wasteline on my boxers, sighed, and pulled down.
My seven inch fox hood bobbed in front of Blake. He leaned foward and took a deep breath, letting his exhale wash over my twitching cock. Wasting no more time, he stuck out his tongue and gently took a lick of my cock-head. I immediatley closed my eyes and shuddered in pleasure. It felt soooo good. I felt another lick, and another. His tongue felt so soft and good. He slowly licked down the length of my cock, then back up. Every lick brought a shudder from me. On his third pass, instead of licking back down my cock, he took my cock's head and gently suckled on it. I groaned loudly. The warmth of his mouth was so awesome! His saliva started to slide down the length of my cock, obsorbing into my black pubic fur.
Wasting no more time on teasing, Blake took one last big suckle, then burried my cock to the hilt in his muzzle. I yipped and goaned at the same time. My head went back and my already closed eyes squeezed.
"Oh my..." I managed. I felt Blake sucking on my whole length, bringing jolts of pleasure up my penis. He slowly slide his muzzle back, all the while sucking, until he reached my head. Then he jammed my cock back into his muzzle.
"Ugh!" I groaned. His muzzle was so warm, and his sucking was bringing me closer to the edge by the second. He continued his pace, slowly moving his head back until he reached my head, then hilting my penis into his muzzle. I couldn't help but buck my hips after the third time. Blake didn't even react. He just kept on with his own pace.
What seemed like hours were only minutes when I started to feel the pleasure build up in my balls. My hips started to buck wildly and uncontrollably. Blake stoped moving and let me do the work. I grabbed his head and started to fuck his face, my pink fox-cock sliding in and out of his muzzle faster and faster. Blake brought up a hand and started to rub my balls, making me groan and moan louder. The speed of my thrusts increased, bringing me closer and closer to climax. I jerked three more times into his muzzle, then let out a loud moan, smashing his face into my pubic fur. My balls contracted and my whole body tensed. Wave after waved of pleasure erupted from my cock as it jerked and spurted my fox cum into Blake's waiting muzzle. The suction never ended. I could hear Blake gulp down my cum as fast as he could. Everything was on fire, but it felt so good.
With one last jerk of my cock, the pleasure ended and I slumped back onto my couch, exhausted. Blake gave a few more suckles, then let my softening cock fall out of his mouth. He got up and sat on my left, licking his lips. I sat there in the after glow of my orgasim for a long while. Finally, I opened my eyes and looked towards Blake.
"That was awesome." I said. He smiled.
"Thank you," he replied, then licked his lips again.
"No," I said. "No, thank you." He smilded wider, eyes twinkling.
"What are friends for?" he said. The he leaned over and kissed me deeply.
The End. Heh, don't know if I like this one or not. Hope ya like it. I couldn't figure out how to end it so.... I just ended it. Heh.