{"sf1_id":720168,"sf2_id":null,"title":"When No One's Looking","author":"DarkSoulsSauron","words":6485,"posted_at":"2014-06-20T05:23:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","High School","M/M","Oral","ninetales","pokemon"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/720168-when-no-one-s-looking","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/720168","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=720168\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"Sasha pulled into\nthe driveway of the old lake house, flicking on the domelight and\npunching the roof of her car to wake her passengers. Soren lifted his\nhead off of Milo's chest. \"We there, then?\"\"Mmhmm,\"\nnodded Sasha. \"Get your shit outta my car. It's late.\" Soren chuckled,\nbuttoning up Milo's shirt. He couldn't resist using his silky, robust\nchest as a pillow. \"Let's go, sweetie.\"Di was stirring\nnext to him. Shaking her head a bit, she ribbed Soren with her elbow.\n\"You couldn't wait till we were out of the car to undress your boy\ntoy? You're a little whore, Soren.\" The whole car\nlaughed, Milo the loudest of them all. \"You just want a piece,\"\nsaid the furret as he kissed Soren. \"Sorry you can't take the fact\nthat Soren beat you to the punch.\" Danny poked his\nhead through the passenger side door he just exited. \"What do you\nmean? I thought Sasha was dating Milo.\" \"Gawd, Di,\"\nlaughed Soren as he stood on tip toe to kiss Milo. \"Are you\nimplying that this massive hunk of a male is not straight? That's a\ndire accusation.\"\"I know,\"\nsaid Milo, running his hands down Soren's back. \"You have no\nevidence for statements like that. You could seriously damage my\nreputation.\" Sasha laughed as\nshe pulled apart Milo and Soren. \"Soren, hands off my boyfriend. I\nthought we were friends.\" Milo grinned,\npicking up a stack of games from the trunk. \"I'm sorry, honey. I\nwas just a little... curious. Please forgive me, dear.\" \"Just shut up\nand unpack the car,\" smiled Sasha. \"When we're done I'll give you\nthe tour. Soren, Milo, can you help me with all the food.\" Milo threw his\nbackpack and duffel bag over his shoulders and picked up a cooler. \"I\nstill think it would have been easier to buy stuff here.\"Sasha heaved\nanother box on top of a different cooler and picked them up. \"It\nwould be stupidly expensive to buy anything that isn't from the\nfarmers market. Shipping to this tiny town is kind of a bitch. You\nknow the hills we had to drive through and there's the fact that the\nbiggest road to town is freaking dirt.\" \"Wow, this\nplace really is right on the corner of No and Where,\" said Milo.\n\"It's pretty though.\" \"That's the\nidea,\" said Sasha. \"The town of Spiral River pretty much lives\noff of the tourism of us rich suburbanites who have vacation homes\nhere.\" \"You mean us?\"\nasked Danny. Reaching the\nkitchen, the three plunked their boxes on kitchen floor. Sasha\npointed to Soren. \"You're cooking, so you set up the kitchen. I\nthink we have a few things lingering about, but do whatever the hell\nyou like. Milo, let me show you where you'll be sleeping.\" Di ran past them,\nher slim tail whipping around the corner. \"I call the purple room!\nThis time it's mine, dammit!\" Sasha poked her\nhead around the kitchen door. \"Oh yeah, throw the host under the\nbus, huh? Who the hell drove you here?\" Milo raised an eyebrow as\nSasha turned back to them. She chuckled, \"You won't be sleeping\nhere anyway.\" \"What do you\nmean?\" asked Soren and Milo at the same time. Sasha was\nreaching up to the top of the stove, groping for something small and\nmetal at the top of the hood. \"It... should be... right... HERE!\"\nProducing a small brass key, she gave it to Soren. \"This is for the\nsmall house.\" \"That's where\nyour grandparents stay, right,\" asked Soren. \"We have space\nenough here if I take the couch.\" Sasha rolled her\neyes and produced a somewhat large box from seemingly nowhere. \"Don't\nbe coy. Open this Milo.\" Milo looked down\nat the box, shaking it and listening. \"Is this another condom care\npackage? It is, isn't it.\" Soren grinned.\n\"And a key to the separate, secluded place? Are you like, planning\nto tape us or something? Why are you so eager for us to have sex?\" Sasha sighed.\n\"Because due to a series of idiotic and shitty circumstances you\nare denied the opportunity to have sex like the rest of us. And also\nbecause you two are both too polite to ask. So now I'm saying this:\nwe have the next seven days to do whatever the hell we like up here,\njust the five of us, or if you feel like it, just the two of you.\nAnd, just like before, keep it neat. You two never set foot in there.\nGot it? Soren gave Sasha\nhis best innocent look. \"What do you mean. We don't even know where\nyou keep the key. Besides, how could I get up there? You could barely\nreach that on a chair.\" \"That right, my\nmighty midget,\" teased Milo, squeezing Soren's recently muscled\nbody. \"Wanna unpack our stuff?\" \"Oh, I've got\nplenty of other stuff I wanna unpack too,\" grinned Soren.\n\"Goodnight, Sasha.\" \"I want my best\nfriend back in one piece, Milo,\" called Sasha as the two rushed to\nthe dark corner of the lot that hosted a minute ranch house. Soren grabbed\nMilo's hand as he fiddled with the key, giggling a little bit. \"You\nfeeling up to it tonight?\" Milo tapped his\nchin. \"Hrmmm... tough question. Are you fixing for my paws or my\njaws? \"Are these\noffers mutually exclusive,\" asked Soren as he led Milo inside. They\nlooked around the small place. It was wide open to accommodate\nSasha's grandmother, who was in a wheel chair. There was a tiny\nkitchen, a rather big bathroom and shower, and a small bedroom\ncontaining mostly a queen sized bed. The two dropped their bags. Milo smiled. \"I\ndon't think so. But what the Hell are you doing?\"Soren gave his\nboyfriend a confused look. \"What are you talking about? What am I\ndoing wrong?\"Milo gave him a\ndevious grin. \"You're wearing clothes.\" Milo reached down and\nkissed Soren, feeling a small huff of satisfaction escape their\nlocked lips. Soren closed his eyes, slipping his tongue deep into\nMilo's mouth, probing for the lemonade taste that Milo had drank in\nthe car. Milo broke apart, huffing at the extended kiss. \"I'm gonna\nrip those clothes right off your hot little body.\" Soren laughed.\n\"Not if I get em off you first.\" They dived at each other,\npanting as their hands raked across their bodies. Soren stepped\nbackwards each time he ran a clawed paw across Milo's chest. Milo's\nfingers snaked in between Soren's buttons. There was a pause as Milo\ngripped deeply in the folds of his shirts. Soren breathed in,\nwaiting. Milo wrenched apart Soren's shirt, snapping his wrist and\ntearing so that the buttons cleared the holes without damaging the\nshirt. He had it down to the art form. Soren spread his arms wide and\nlet Milo roughly extract him from his shirt, enjoying how Milo kissed\nhis cheeks as he did so.Soren growled.\nGripping Milo's abs through his shirt, he yanked Milo towards himself\nand whirled him onto the bed. Soren ripped the belt off of Milo's\nwaist, throwing it aside with a clink. He then went for the button of\nhis jeans, ripping the zipper down to provide relief to the bulge\nstraining against the blue canvas. Slipping his\nhands under the bottom of Milo's red polo, Soren pulled it up over\nhis head in one smooth motion. As he slid up the sturdy fabric, he\nran all ten of his fingers through Milo's silky fur, digging deep to\nleave ragged lines over his chest fur. He fished Milo out of the\nshirt, rubbing his hands all across his arms. Grabbing Milo's\nwaistband, he rolled jeans down his toned legs, Milo fishing his\nlong, fluffy tail out for Soren. Soren gave a toothy smile as he\nfished Milo's package out of his boxers. Fondling his balls with one\nhand, he caressed the shaft with the other. \"Paws or jaws,\nsweetie?\" \"Jaws,\" said\nMilo. Soren chuckled as he took Milo in his hands. He opened wide,\nenjoying the taste of that musky, salty length. Damn it was thick. He\ncould feel it throbbing beneath lips, betraying Milo's anticipation.\nSoren let his tongue do most of the work, using plenty of slobber. As\nhis tongue wrapped around the head, Milo bucked twice, nearly gagging\nSoren, a tiny spurt of pre touching his tongue. Soren retreated\nfor a minute. \"Calm yourself cowboy.\"Milo gave a\ndevious grin. \"I can't help that you give good blowjobs.\"\"Oh, you're\nmaking me blush,\" smiled Soren. \"Now shut up and put your cock\nback in my mouth.\" \"If you\ninsist,\" murred Milo. Soren returned to work, moving his muzzle\nalong the length, using his long canine tongue to slobber the whole\nshaft. Soren deepthroated for a moment, stretching his tongue to it's\nfarthest reaches to tickle Milo's balls. Milo's balls were large and\nfurry, and Soren could taste the wet earth taste that always lingered\naround Milo. Milo's pubic fur was so damn fluffy, and it held the\nscent of his musk well. Same with the stuff on his underarms. Running\nhis hands through the stuff drove Soren nuts. It wasn't like his own\nhormonal fur. His was all scraggly and nasty, so he trimmed it. Milo purred, his\ntongue lolling out of his open maw. He had such cute teeth, short and\npointed. Soren retracted his tongue and retreated halfway up the foot\nlong length. Soren took the vacated space in his hands, kneading it,\nrunning his hands across it, lubed with his own slobber. The ghost of\na buck gyrated Milo's hips. Powerful throbs were running up his\nlength too. Milo's panting was audible, filling up the tiny room with\nlusty gasps. Soren retreated\nfurther, tickling the head and wrapping it around with his tongue.\nStill squeezing with his left hand, he ran his fingers down south,\ntickling Milo's taint before squeezing his balls, ever so lightly.\nThe throbs were harder now, and Milo was balling the covers in his\nfists. Soren locked his lips tightly around the head, using the tip\nof his teeth to provide just enough pointy tickling to be sexy.Milo gave a lusty\ngroan, bucking and thrusting his hips into Soren's mouth. He unloaded\ninto Soren's mouth once, twice, three, four, five times. Soren\ngrinned internally as the salty taste filled his mouth. Milo was\nstill bucking as he softened in Soren's mouth, slowly lowering the\npace of his humping. He slowed to a stop, allowing Soren to swallow\nand give Milo's member a quick cleaning, leaving him partially hard\nagain. \"You're turn,\"\ngrinned Milo. \"Paws or jaws, hun?\" \"Jaws,\" said\nSoren.\"Take a seat,\nbabe,\" said Milo, leaning flat on his back and opening wide.Soren was\nslipping out already from sucking Milo, but it wouldn't take much for\nhim to get his knot out now. He sat down on Milo's chest, wriggling\nhis butt inbetween the pseudo-cleavage of his sturdy pecs. He giggled\nas Milo tickled and squeezed his sheath, coaxing him out, inch by\ninch. Soon all eight of those inches were out, quivering, an angry,\nfleshy red color contrasting with his brass-bright fur. Milo gripped\nSoren's sculpted ass, his fingers playfully tracing his crack. Milo\npulled Soren closer to him, shoving the quivering length into his\nmouth. Soren closed his eyes and gripped Milo's shoulders, letting\nthe silky fur mesh through his fingers. He arched his back, panting\nas Milo's tongue danced across his length. It was wet, warm,\nslippery, and divine. Soren couldn't help but buck, driving his knot\nagainst Milo's lips. There was a thick \"mmm,\" of pleasure that\nescaped Milo's lips as he worked. Soren's knot\ntightened, surges of pleasure running across his body. He was\npanting, letting his tongue droop out. Milo's tongue slipped wetly\naround the knot, tracing the edge and even the inside of his sheath.\nSoren was close, he wriggled his butt free of Milo's hands, widening\nhis stance across Milo's superb chest. Soren thrust once, deep and\nhard, driving his knot against Milo's lips. He held his legs steady\nas his knot constricted and released his load, sending sticky ropes\ndeep into Milo's mouth. Soren shuddered\nin pleasure as his orgasm faded, smiling as he felt Milo swirl his\ntongue around his mouth and swallow. Soren was softening as he\nextracted himself from Milo. He walked back on all fours, settling\ndown on Milo's bare chest. Sex with Milo could be so awkward\nsometimes. Soren was only 5'4'' and Milo was at least 6'3'' of sexy,\nsculpted muscle and fur. Their sheer height difference forced Soren\nto crawl over Milo's body like a monkey sometimes, but it was somehow\nsexy as well as cute.. They pressed their endowments against each\nother as he rested his head on Milo's chest fur, so much thicker than\nthe rest of his body. Soren couldn't\nhelp grinding and humping himself against Milo's gorgeous body, Milo\nresponding as best he could with Soren on top of him. Soren could\nfeel himself getting hard again, grinning as Milo's rock hard twelve\ninches ground into him. Soren kissed every inch of Milo he could\nreach, tasting the sweat and musk that covered his body. Milo was\nrunning big, strong hands down Soren's back, arching backwards and\nleaning his head back. Soren humped\nharder and faster, plowing a track deep through Milo's soft, damp\nbody fur. His knot was thick and hard again, poised for the imminent\nsweet release. Groans and moans escaped both of them, Soren gripping\nand pulling at Milo in feral lust. Milo came first,\nbucking harder and faster as his warm stickiness leaked between their\nsculpted abs. Feeling the cum leak between them and over his own\nlength was enough to put Soren over the edge. His knot contracted\nagain, pulses of pleasure surging from his knot and across his whole\nbody. The both went limp as their seeds mingled on their chests,\npanting like feral dogs. Soren inched\nhimself upwards, feeling his spent length sliding thickly against\nMilo's sculpted body. He laid himself within kissing distance of\nMilo's cute, rounded face. He did just that, locking lips and waging\na furious war with their mouths, clutching each other in passion.\nBreaking apart with a gasp. \"You got better with your tongue,\"\nsaid Milo as he laid on his back. He pinched Soren's cheek playfully.\n\"You aren't practicing with someone else, are you?\" Soren kissed\nMilo's neck, rubbing his hands through Milo's hair. It was cropped\nshort, and was fuzzy and bristly. \"I have been practicing. But with\ncarrots.\" Milo giggled,\ngiddy in their afterglow. \"Carrots?\"Soren rested his\nhead in the crook of Milo's neck. \"Carrots. The bigger ones happen\nto be the same length and thickness as your hot cock. My parents let\nme keep vegetables in my room for snacks. So at night, I practice\nsucking off carrots. It's useful for deepthroat practice\" Milo giggled\nagain. \"I gotta remember that. You did a much better job than I\ndid. \"Glad it paid\noff,\" grinned Soren, kissing Milo again. \"Goodnight. We'll wanna\nbe up and awake tomorrow.\" \"I know,\"\nsaid Milo. \"It'll be fun. Goodnight, honey.\"Soren hooked the\ncovers with a toe and flicked them over their bodies. Scooting up\nanother inch or two, he wrapped his arms around Milo's head, kissing\nhis cheek, neck, nose, mouth... Soren growled in pleasure as he felt\npowerful arms wrap around him, holding him tight, almost like a child\nwith a teddy bear. Soren kissed Milo, once, twice, a third time,\ntasting the sweat and cum in his mouth. He laid his head down on\nMilo's collar bones, letting his caress ease him to sleep.----------------------------Soren woke up\nfirst still tight in Milo's arms, the blankets haphazardly covering\ntheir bare bodies. Milo was out cold still, but was coaxed awake by\nSoren's lips, softly brushing his cheeks. \"Morning, sweetie.\" Milo kissed\nSoren's forehead. \"Morning wood, apparently,\" he said with a\ngrin. Soren smiled\nwolfishly as he ground himself against Milo. \"Why don't we ease\neach other up in the shower. I don't think the others will appreciate\nus smelling like cum.\" Milo laughed\nraucously. \"Fine by me.\" Kicking the blankets off of them, Milo\nswept up Soren in his arms, grinding his length against Soren as he\nwalked them to the shower. Turning on the hot water, their faces\nwaged war as they waited for the shower to warm, not stopping as they\nstepped under the water. It took less than\nfive minutes of hard grinding to get both of them off. Giving Milo's\nabs a playful lick, siphoning their secretions off long, soft fur and\nrock hard chest. Picking up some body wash and lathering his hands,\nthey ran their hands across each other, cleaning deeply to wash away\nthe lingering secretions that stained their chests. They washed each\nother quickly, rinsing away the soap, but they were both hard after\nhaving their hands run across their bodies. \"Damn,\" said\nMilo, looking at their swollen lengths. \"We're all clean, bu-\nooh...\" Milo's complaints\nwere silenced as Soren clamped his muzzle around his length. Soren\nclosed his eyes, letting the hot water run down his face, the hard,\nfat length filling his muzzle. Soren let his tongue do the dirty\nwork, unable to resist stroking himself as he kneeled before Milo.\nMoving his muzzle up and down, he felt the telltale throbs and bucks\nin Milo's body. He was close, and after one light ball squeeze Soren\nsighed as his muzzle was filled with, hot, salty goodness, his own\nlength contracting as he came across the shower floor. Getting onto his\nfeet again, Soren stood on tiptoe to kiss Milo. \"Better?\" \"Much,\"\nsighed Milo. He turned off the water. \"Let's grab breakfast.\" Soren pulled on\nhis watch. It was only nine o clock. The others might not even be up.\nSoren smiled as Milo gave him a tiny show of pulling on fresh\ndrawers, leaning deep over to display his ass and dangling junk,\nshaking his tail and butt for him. Soren did the same as he pulled on\nblue swim trunks. \"Don't bother with regular clothes,\" said\nSoren, We'll be swimming first thing, no doubt.\" \"Is this an\nexcuse to make me walk around shirtless,\" asked Milo, subtly\nstriking a pose that displayed his sculpted back and tail. \"Maybe,\" said\nSoren with a grin. \"But why bother getting dressed when we're going\nto change right away?\"\"Good point,\"\nsaid Milo, pulling on his own trunks, colored bright red. Milo wasn't\nwearing a speedo, but they were so short they were getting close. And\nthey were tight too, just enough to show off his ass and package.\nNice. Soren gave that\nfine ass a squeeze. \"C'mon. I wanna get cooking.\" Milo chuckled,\ngrabbing Soren's hand and leading them to the door. They walked down\nthe slight hill the cottage stood on, letting themselves in through\nthe back door. Soren got started immediately on scrambled eggs while\nMilo searched for plates. Sasha was up\nalready, a long shirt over her bathing suit. \"Slept well?\" Soren barked a\nlaugh as he cracked eggs over the pan. \"Something like that.\nCheese?\" \"Absolutely,\"\nsaid Sasha, blowing cool air over her tea. \"Di's up, but Danny\nisn't.\" \"He'll be down\nhere once he hears about food,\" laughed Milo. \"I have no idea how\nhe eats that much and looks that good.\" \"Swimming burns\na lot of calories,\" said Danny, entering the kitchen with his nose\nin the air. \"Throw an extra egg on for me, won't you?\"\"Sure thing,\"\nsaid Soren, shredding cheese as the eggs continued to cook. \"Hey,\" said\nDanny, punching Soren in the shoulder. \"Trunks but no shirt?\" Soren grinned, a\nlittle self consciously. \"I lost thirty pounds. I'm going to\nfucking flaunt it.\" \"I appreciate\nit,\" said Milo with a devious smile. \"I do too,\"\nsaid Sasha. \"Showing off is good for you, Soren.\" Soren blushed a\nlittle, turning his back on his friends to keep an eye on the eggs.\n\"Thanks, I guess.\"\"So, I guess\nthe question of the day is: what do we want to do?\" asked Sasha.\"Boating?\"\noffered Di.\"Swim to the\nisland!\" shouted Danny, pumping his fist in the air. \"I heard rumors\nof a sweetshop,\" said Milo, hopefully. \"What about\nyou, Soren,\" asked Sasha. There was a pause\nas Soren worked the stove. The only noise in the room was the hiss of\nbacon on a frying pan. \"Why not all of it?\" \"An excellent\nanswer!\" said Danny, piling eggs on his plate. --------------------------------------\nThe days quickly\nordered themselves into a routine. They'd start their day on the lake\nbefore retreating to the house for lunch. From there they'd start a\nboard game binge or wander into town or just relax. Soren and Milo\nfound themselves sharing space on an ancient hammock, with Soren\ncurled up in a ball as he laid on top of Milo's chest. Even when\nresting, none of them felt like any minute of their days were wasted.Soren and Milo\nhad retreated to the small house after a day of what could only be\ncalled hardcore fun. They had taken the boat out for most of the day.\nDanny felt like showing off with the waterskis. Milo had insisted on\ntrying them out himself, with rather impressive results for someone\nwho had never put skis of any kind on before. He had wiped out more\nthan a few times but had still stayed afloat almost as long Danny\nhad. Sasha had even had a few runs after she let Soren take the helm.\nDi and Soren both had realistic ideas of what would happen if they\nput on the skis, so they remained as enthusiastic spectators for the\naquatic spectacle. Either way, their\ndays of fun were coming to a close. The rather prodigious pile of\nhomework they had been assigned was looming over Di, Danny, and\nSasha's heads. Soren and Milo had plowed through it in the car on the\nway up, so they had some times to themselves. Soren was nestled\nsnugly in chocolate brown arms, both of them completely unclothed.\nThey were both panting, sweaty, and musky from a good session of\nfurious muzzle action. Soren could actually feel himself rising and\nfalling on top of Milo's well-built chest. Soren burrowed\nhis brass muzzle into Milo's ample chest fur, brushing his lips\nagainst his well-defined collar bones buried deep under dark brown\nfur. Soren sighed as a hand ran down is his back, a finger lazily\nlooping through his tail fur. He gave a little giggle as Milo gave\nSoren's now-sculpted rump a firm squeeze. \"God,\" chuckled Soren\nas he laid his cheek back on Milo's shoulders. \"When did we become\nthe stereotypical horny teenagers?\"\"Weren't we\nalways?\" laughed Milo, tousling Soren's short-cropped hair.\"I guess so.\"\nconceded Soren. \"You were showing off for me on those skis today.\nYou only fell when you were trying to get fancy and catch my eye.\" \"Don't act like\nyou weren't impressed by my spectacular wipeout skills.\" Milo\ngrinned deviously, showing all of his brilliant white teeth. \"You\nwanna go for another round?\" Soren squeezed\nhimself deeper into Milo's chest. \"Ooooh, that's tempting. But you\nwear me out, sweetie. Try me later will you?\" Milo gave Soren his\nbest cute pout, but Soren just shook his head. \"Honestly, if our\nparents saw how much sex we were having they'd claim our relationship\nwas only physical.\" Milo gave a tiny\ncackle. \"Oh, I bet our parents would have a heart attack if they\nsaw the sex we were having.\" \"Wanna have sex\nat my house?\" growled Soren as he balled his fists in Milo's chest\nfur. \"Living room couch, six in the evening as Dad walks in the\ndoor?\" \"Oh, honey,\ndon't say that.\" sighed Milo. \"I shouldn't have brought it up.\"\n Soren thumped his\nhead gently into one of Milo's biceps. \"No, I've just been feeling\nsort of grumpy now that break is coming to a close. I don't wanna\ngive my big burly boy up when the break is done.\" \"And I don't\nwant to give up my sweet little fox either,\" sighed Milo, kissing\nSoren's gleaming forehead. Soren smiled as Milo's tanned lips brushed\nagainst him. He didn't mind Milo calling him small. Something about\ncuddling against that hunky, gorgeous body made him feel safe and\nspecial. Milo tousled Soren's hair again. \"Hey, cutie.\"Soren rubbed a\ncheek against Milo. \"What do you want, dear?\" \"I think I got\nsomething that'd get you in the mood.\" Milo gave Soren's rump\nanother playful squeeze\"You're that\nhorny right now? Fine, then. Astound me with your magnificent\npropositions of sex, my lovely horny hunk.\"Milo placed his\nmuzzle next to one of Soren's slightly bent foxy ears. \"Would you\nlike to bottom for me this evening?\"\"Oh you naughty\nfurret,\" smiled Soren, kissing Milo's cheek. \"I thought that\nwasn't your thing.\"Milo couldn't\nresist another devious grin. \"Thought now that we've got more time\nto ourselves we could... experiment some.\" \"Mmm... you\nknow just how to push my buttons,\" chuckled Soren. \"I think I\nshould get you ready.\" Soren untangled\nhimself from Milo's bulky arms, shimmying his way down that\nwell-built, masculine body to that equally well-built package. Oh\nyes... that big, fat slab of male meat, hanging over that fluffy pair\nof salty, chocolatey orbs. Soren lowered his\nhead, extending his long canine tongue to it's full length, tickling\nthe very tip of Milo's rounded pink head. Milo couldn't resist giving\na gasp as Soren began to work. A little bubble of internal laughter\npopped in Soren as he lowered his tongue further. For such a big male\nMilo was a real moaner.  With dextrous\noral movements, Soren coaxed Milo's flaccid length into his muzzle.\nRight now he was thick, heavy, salty, musky, and soft. Well... not\ntoo soft now. Milo was such a grower, and Soren resisted giving Milo\nhis best toothy fox grin as that fat length filled the empty space in\nhis muzzle. Soren wasn't a size queen by any means, but if a sweet\nboy like Milo happened to have a porn star package, who was he to\ncomplain? Well... his\ntailhole may complain. He had been wanting to try anal for weeks now,\nand he trusted Milo enough to try it with him, but, still... that was\na lot of male-meat. Soren was snapped back to reality by a lusty moan\nfrom his boy toy on the bed.Milo had his\nbrown eyes clenched shut, his hands balling the sheets in his\nfists.\"Soren... oh, hun....ah. Don't get too busy if you wanna play\nany dirtier.\" Soren withdrew,\nletting his tongue slather up Milo's rock hard endowment with warm,\nwet fox slobber. He paused, admiring every part of Milo's brunette\nbody before leaning down one last time to give that lovely length\nwith another loooooong lick, making sure every one of those twelve\ninches was sopping on all sides and quivering with anticipation. Lube was next.\nThey'd never had much use for it before. Sometimes if they wanted to\nmake handjobs last longer they'd break it out. Soren betrayed his\neagerness by slathering Milo as fast as he could. In no time Milo's\nlength was glistening in low light of the cottage. They sat there,\nboth unsure how exactly to proceed. Slowly, Soren leaned backwards,\nraising his legs and fanning his six golden tails out to provide Milo\na shiny runway to his tailhole. \"You can take me whenever you're\nready sweetie.\"Milo sat up, his\nwet length catching the sunset slipping through their shuttered\nbedroom windows. He perched on all fours, gingerly placing hands on\nSoren's sharp shoulders. \"Honey, tell me if you ever feel\nuncomfortable, ok?\" Soren slowly\nreached up to pull Milo close to him. They shared a long kiss,\npressing their faces together with a carnal lust. \"I'm ready,\nsweetie.\" Soren held his breath, instructing his newly built body\nto relax. Milo's glistening tip was a mix of cold and warm, the soft,\nfat head firmly pressing into virgin tail hole. They both gasped as\nthe first inch entered Soren. And then the second, and then the third\nand then... oh god... How? How? How? How was his tiny vulpix body\ntake all of Milo? How was that sweet, hot, boy able to grind his hips\nright into his foxy butt? Soren's legs were spread wider now. They\nwere too short to hook over Milo's tall shoulders, so Soren chose to\ncross them behind Milo's back. The sensation of\nhis body enclosing such a thick, powerful piece of flesh was\nincredibly foreign to Soren. It was, frankly, not just a little bit\npainful, although Soren attributed that more to this being such an\nalien experience to him. But at the same time pleasure was coursing\nacross his body. It started in his tailhole, concentrated by his\nprostate as Milo's endowment pressed into it. Those surges of\npleasure were surging around his sheath, swelling actively from\nMilo's stimulation from both paw and cock. Soren moaned lustily as he\nfelt himself slipping further out. \"Oh, Milo dear, just from behind\nthis time.\" Milo's eyes were\nclenched shut. \"Oh... whatever you like.\" Slowly, hesitantly,\nMilo withdrew by an inch... and another... Milo left his first two\ninches still inside, pausing before pressing himself back in, hilting\nhimself again. \"Oh, Soren, you're so tight... Oh god, you feel so\nwonderful.\" \"Don't let up,\ndear,\" sighed Soren. \"Oh, sweetheart, work faster dear. Fuck me\nragged tonight.\" \"Whatever you\nwant,\" panted Milo, thrusting deep inside again, producing a pair\nof lusty groans. Soren gasped, grinned, and groaned as Milo spread\nhim farther apart with each thrust. Fiery pleasure was surging from\nhis rump to his knot, his length fully out and drooling onto his\nchest. It was a rough, raw, savage experience, but damn... this was\nbetter than a muzzle job by a long shot.Milo was working\nfaster, harder, although he couldn't seem to find a rhythm. The\nunpredictable thrusting pace actually felt good, his whole body\nconstricting in anticipation of the orgasm. Milo was towering over\nSoren, his chest forming a gorgeous brown sky. The furret's strong\narms pressing his tiny body into the bed as he thrust again and\nagain. His cute face was constricted in lust as his hips collided\ninto Soren's rump again and again, both of them moaning throatily\ninto the evening. Milo paused for\njust a moment, inhaling deeply and thrusting one final time, ramming\nhis wonderful endowments into Soren's prostate. Soren's back arched,\nhis teeth clenched, his legs constricting around Milo's torso. His\nknot tightened, his balls contracted, his rump clenched, his hands\nreached up to grip Milo's dangling chest fur. Soren yanked down as he\ncame, locking his muzzle with Milo as the result of his orgasm\ntrickled down both their chins. Soren's tailhole\nwas burning with pleasure too, packed with Milo's package and filling\nwith something warm and sticky as Milo attempted to grind himself\ndeeper and deeper, his length softening as they moaned into the\nothers muzzle. As pleasure\ncoursed through his body, a stray thought entered his brain. All\nthose people, the ones who claimed that the bottoms were the\nsubmissive, the girly-males, the twinks, and tail lifters, the ones\nwho claimed they forsook their masculinity, were dead fucking wrong.\nPerhaps it was the act of defiance that this sex meant for the two of\nthem. Or perhaps it was just the ecstasy of finding, in his tiny\nhomophobic hometown of all places, a sweet, gorgeous male who was\nmaking such wonderful love to him right now. But either way, right\nnow, with Milo and himself sharing in the best orgasm of their lives,\nSoren had never felt more powerful, more satisfied, and more goddamn\nmasculine in his life than right now. Milo's arms gave\nout as his climax finished, flopping heavily onto Soren's now sticky\nchest, panting heavily. \"Oh, hun, that was wonderful. When you were\nclenching like that... oh god yes.\" Soren wriggled\nhis butt, feeling how sticky it was. Milo wasn't exaggerating how\ngood it must of felt. That boy really filled him up. Soren giggled,\nhis voice slightly muffled from beneath the furret's great fluffy\nbody. \"I was trying not to do that, actually. I was trying to just\nlet you have your way with me. But I'm glad you're not complaining.\"\nSoren kissed Milo again, rubbing his sharp cheeks against Milo's cute\nrounded ones. He gave a small groan. \"Oh, my tailhole will be\ncomplaining tomorrow. I'm sure of that, though.\"\"Tell me\ntomorrow if you're sore, honey,\" sighed Milo, unable to resist\ngrinding himself into Soren's coiled body. \"I'll give your sweet\nlittle butt a kiss to make it better.\" Milo kissed Soren on the\nforehead before turning them over, ensuring Soren wouldn't be crushed\nby him as they drifted off into the kind of sleep only an afterglow\ncould bring. -----------------------Soren woke up in\nthe backseat of Sasha's car, his cheek on Milo's bare chest. He\nlooked up to see Milo's cute, round, slightly kittish face serene as\nhe still slept. Soren gave a tiny sigh of affection, repositioning\nhimself in the middle seat and burying himself deeper into Milo's\nchest fur. \"Don't get\ncomfortable,\" said Sasha. \"We're about twenty minutes to\nLassaire. Tinted windows aren't flawless, boys.\" Soren sighed. He\nshook his boyfriend. \"C'mon, sweetheart. We gotta act straight\nagain.\"Milo groaned as\nshook his head. \"Dammit, do we have to?\" \"I wish we\ndidn't,\" grumbled Soren. \"We're gonna pass Rosie's soon.\" Milo buttoned up\nhis shirt. \"Then we have a little time.\" The furret grinned as he\nleaned down to kiss Soren, locking themselves together, gripping them\ntight together. Milo didn't let go until he heard the radio change\ntwice. Soren broke\napart, glad to be able to use his mouth again. \"I think that will\nhold me over. Being straight in 3...2...1...\" Soren looked away\nfrom Milo, pulled out his iPod, and tuned into an audiobook. Milo\ngave a sad smile and looked out the window, buttoning up his shirt.\nThey still held the others hand underneath Milo's jacket. Di was dropped\noff first, and then Danny. They pulled up to Milo's house next. Milo\ngot his stuff of Sahsa's SUV and walked towards his front door,\nholding Sasha's hand. Milo's mother was staring imperiously out the\nscreen door, an expectant look on her face. \"I had a good\ntime,\" said Milo. \"Thanks for letting me come up.\" He turned\nhis cheek slightly to let Sasha kiss it.\"It was good to\nhave you, dear. I'll see you later, ok,\" said Sasha. She waved as\nshe walked back to her car, Milo's fluffy striped tail slipping\nbehind the door. Soren sighed as\nhe crawled up to the front seat, vaulting over the armrest. Sasha\nshut the driver's door and gave Soren a sad, apologetic smile. \"I'm\nsorry about that. Milo probably told you she was demanding more\npublic displays of affection. I can't believe they let that woman\nteach.\" Soren sighed\nagain, crossing his arms. \"I'm not angry, Sasha. I'm just...\njealous.\" Sasha nodded. \"I\nget it. Do you want to grab a cone at the Ice Cap?\" \"Sure.\" The\ndrive was short, the line shorter. Sasha went for strawberry\ncheesecake, Soren for pistachio. They walked back to eat in Sasha's\ncar. Getting in the front seat again, Soren brooded into his ice\ncream. Sasha put a hand\non Soren's arm. \"I'm sorry. I know it rips you up when Milo kisses\nme.\" \"I told you.\nI'm not angry,\" said Soren, \"I'm just jealous that I can't be\nyou. I want to be the one who can kiss and hold him in public. And I\nknow it's because we asked you to do it so we can see each other. But\neven the fact we even have to set up this stupid-ass scenario. Just,\nI, URGH.\" Soren attacked his ice cream, growling at the frozen food\nas though it was the source of his problems. Sasha sighed,\nplacing a hand on Soren's shoulder. \"Soren... do you love him?\"Soren closed his\neyes. \"Yes, I do love him,\" he said without hesitation. \"Have you told\nhim,\" asked Sasha. \"He damn sure loves you back. When we end up\nspending time alone you're all he ever talks about.\" \"I know that,\"\nsaid Soren, staring into his lap. \"I'm afraid to say it, to be\nhonest. It's stupid...\"\"It's not\nstupid,\" said Sasha. \"Wait till college. It's not that far off.\nThen you can get some real goddamn privacy.\" \"Yeah, but\nwhere will we be going?\" asked Soren bitterly. \"I have no idea\nwhere the hell I'm going. I have no idea who the hell will pay for\nschool, let alone where I'll be able to go for pharmaceuticals. And\nMilo... it depends on who gives him a scholarship. We could end up\nacross the country from each other. And when our parents are the way\nwe are? Saying that I love him... all that would do would make it\nhurt more when we get torn apart.\" Soren crunched his cone with\nbitter finality. Sasha started the\ncar as she finished her own cone. \"Soren... I'm sorry... I...\"\nThey drove the last five minutes in silence. She turned into Soren's\ndriveway. They both got out to get Soren's pile of board games out of\nthe trunk. Soren leered into\nthe trunk as he started to gather up his games. \"What the hell can\nI do?\" Sasha leaned down\nand hugged Soren. \"You're in such a shitty situation, Soren. I\nwish I could do something more.\" \"You do\nenough,\" sighed Soren, \"You do more than enough. It's not your\nfault our parents are idiots.\" Sasha smiled\nsadly. \"I'll try and make some more time for you two later. What do\nyou think about Thursday night. We can do dinner at Rosie's again.\"\"Thanks,\nSahsa,\" said Soren. \"You're the best friend a guy could ask for.\nI had a great time this break.\" \"I try,\" said\nSasha as she stacked the games into Soren's arms. Soren opened the\nfront door with his knee. \"You don't try, Sasha. You go above and\nbeyond. See you Monday.\" Closing the door, Soren put his backpack\nby the stairs. He jumped as he heard a cackle behind him. \"Dude, are you\ncrying?\" Soren jumped,\nblinking. He was crying, dammit. \"What do you want, Chris.\" \"Nothing,\"\nsaid the quilava standing behind Soren. \"Why are you crying,\nSoren?\"\"I'm fine. Go\nbother someone else,\" muttered Soren. \"Feeling a\nlittle down,\" laughed Chris. \"A little jealous?\" \"What the hell\nare you talking about?\" \"Sasha. You're\npissed she picked some baseball jock rather than you. And she brought\nMilo up with you for spring break. And you spent the week watching\nthem be together. I bet that drove you nuts. They were probably\nfucking right under your nose too.\" Soren gave a\nhalfhearted chuckle. \"Yeah. Something like that. Piss off, will\nyou?\" "}