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Summer heat and boredom left Desmond sprawled on the couch. His eyes were dumbly glued to the TV while he channel surfed with no hope of finding anything worth watching when a knock at the door broke his terse concentration. He glanced over with only the most mild of care. He wasn't expecting anything, but ruling out a delivery piqued his curiosity. With less than grace he rolled off of the couch, landed on a foot and a knee and pushed himself up.

Desmond didn't bother with the peephole and he never kept the door chained. He opened up and saw an old friend a few paces back from the threshold.

Foxpiper was a purebred red fox of typically small height. He was several inches shorter than Desmond, though their bodies had the same endearing plainness. He wore his brown hair long with bangs and without any braiding in contrast to Desmond and he bore a small brown tuft at the bottom edge of his chin. From behind round frames peered brown eyes, subtly cunning as fox eyes were apt to be but offset by a humble smile and casual dress of khaki shorts and a black tee.

Desmond blinked, surprised. A tight smile twisted his face up and bared his needly teeth. "It's been a while."

The red fox smiled and slid his paws out of his pockets. "It has. That's why I figured I'd drop in while I had the chance," he said and wrapped his arms around Desmond. They had a mutual squeeze and Desmond gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek. Foxpiper didn't return or resist it and he smiled warmly after the fact.

"Well, c'mon," Desmond grinned, pulled back from Foxpiper and backpedaled just through the door. "It takes forever to cool my apartment down."

A polite demeanor and modesty never left Foxpiper but he was comfortable enough in Desmond's home to take a seat on the couch without invitation. The foxcoon joined him and put his feet up on the coffee table while Foxpiper settled into the worn-out couch and sighed in the cool air.

"Have I missed anything good?" Desmond asked from the side of his mouth. He was looking for something to watch again, but Foxpiper didn't think anything of the foxcoon's fractured attention.

"Not too much. I've been around to a few music festivals you might've liked but they were overseas."

Desmond caught Foxpiper with a snide grin. "You think I'm afraid to fly or something?"

Foxpiper countered with a smile and a wink. "Flying sixteen hours, you'd get bored out of your skull."

In looking back at the TV with pause, Desmond seemed to have dropped the subject. A beat later he said flatly, "Sixteen hours." Another beat and then, "Well, I always wanted to try the mile high club." Foxpiper laughed and nudged the foxcoon.

The purebred fox went on, "So other than that, it's mostly been the college life for me. Psychology, with a minor in sociology." He smiled jauntily. "I had to snap that up as soon as I saw it."

Desmond chuckled coyly and nodded knowingly.

"What about you?" Foxpiper prodded.

"What about me?" Desmond asked in a dull tone.

It wasn't often that Foxpiper smirked. He did so now and it made Desmond blush. "What's going on with you lately? Anything new?"

Desmond shrugged and gave up on finding anything worth watching. What he left on in the background was a news program. He pulled his leg up on the couch and turned to face the other fox who did the same. Smilingly, "I've been seeing someone, a girl I met." Unlike most of Desmond's friends, Foxpiper didn't jump to make a joke about Desmond's dubious sexuality. "Short thing, brown hair, hyena."

Foxpiper smiled thoughtfully. "Hope that works out for you. You deserve someone nice. What's she into?"

A little laugh precluded Desmond's speech. "Lots of video games. She's a nerd but you wouldn't know it looking at her."

In the natural course of conversation, Foxpiper trailed away from Desmond's love interest when he said, "Video games, huh? That's how I keep myself sane at college. That and reading, but not very people want to sit around and read quietly, huh?" The foxes shared their coy smiles and Desmond chuckled.

"We could do some gaming here if you wanted to," the foxcoon offered and nodded toward the TV. Foxpiper followed the gesture and looked over to see an old Super NES in the entertainment center. Retro gaming had been a common interest of theirs since they'd met. Within only a few minutes they had the gray controllers in their paws.

Foxpiper found Desmond's choice in games enjoyable and accessible Through the better part of an hour they played through an assortment and almost always competitively, with the outcomes never skewed too far in either fox's favor.

"Heh, you were always too good at Mario Kart," Desmond sniggered.

Foxpiper shrugged his recent string of victories off and casually said, "I'm just playing to have fun, that's all. I think the only reason I won at Bomberman is because you kept blowing yourself up, though."

The foxcoon glanced at Foxpiper between games with a coy glint in his eye. Foxpiper found himself giving back a bewildered expression, and finally he asked, "What is it?"

"Oh, it's just that myself and a lot of people take these games too seriously sometimes. There's never anything tangible on the line, you know?" He reached over, squeezed Foxpiper's thigh and gave it a little rub up and down.

Foxes are inherently tactile creatures, and a male fox with any gay proclivities will rub on or around the crotches of male friends and think nothing of it. Foxpiper noticed but didn't mind the touch for that reason, but he was too modest to ever reciprocate so easily. "I know exactly what you mean," Foxpiper agreed.

"So I'm thinking, let's make things interesting," Desmond grinned. "It's simple. Winner gets their cock sucked. Sound fun?"

Foxpiper's lips pressed tightly together until they were only a thin crease and his eyes narrowed. "You serious?"

"Serious as a heart attack. You afraid of having to blow me?"

"Could just as easily go the other way," Foxpiper chuckled. "Sure, let's do it."

"Shake on it," Desmond said and offered his paw. Foxpiper shook it with a coy smile.

Desmond flipped through his games and settled on Pilotwings which Foxpiper admitted to never having played, much to Desmond's amusement and genuine surprise. Though it wasn't meant for two, they played it round for round and compared their scores. When asked about his choice in games weeks later, Desmond would admit he chose Pilotwings because he had such an edge over his unaccustomed opponent. Having stacked the deck in his favor was exactly why Desmond was mortified and annoyed when Foxpiper outscored him. The sex had completely left his mind for the moment and all that remained was the indignity a regular gamer felt after being beaten by a newbie.

"Hah! Check it out, I actually won," Foxpiper laughed with genuine surprise.

"Yeah," Desmond grunted, "you won." He was about to ask what his friend wanted to do next when Foxpiper stood up, pulled his shirt up and off and unbuttoned his fly just after.

"I like to be comfortable," Foxpiper explained when he shoved his shorts down to reveal briefs. "And being naked makes me comfortable." He clasped his paws cutely behind his back and caught Desmond with a cool smile and a wink. "Why don't you get comfy too?"

Desmond sized up Foxpiper's slim body while he wordlessly undressed. Unlike Foxpiper, his nudity was total, for he very rarely wore underpants and didn't need glasses. Like Foxpiper, he was slim, not athletic nor pudgy. All the same, Foxpiper thought his foxcoon friend had a fine body. Between his legs was a modest, flaccid penis, uncircumcised and inoffensive. "Ah, you look great," Foxpiper said with a warm smile.

Desmond blushed and grinned at the compliment. "So do you," he said just as his eyes drifted down to the other fox's crotch. Foxpiper's snug briefs outlined a very thick penis. His balls were plump to match but less noticeable, for the outline of the fox's cock caught Desmond's eye easily.

Well aware of Desmond's gay gaze and not the least bit shy about his endowment, Foxpiper slid down his briefs quickly and bared his impressive endowment. Once unbound by the briefs, his plump cock hung lazily over his balls. A runner of pre dribbled from the tip and fell to the carpet, a promise of things to come. It was flaccid and Desmond accurately guessed its length to be somewhere around eight or nine inches. His green eyes were wide but his face was plastered with a toothy, conniving smile. Fingers steepled, he unnecessarily said, "You're pretty big, huh."

Foxpiper smiled coyly and wiggled his hips to wag his cock side to side. It was just a flash of playfulness and he quickly retook his seat on the couch, still warm from his behind earlier. As he had remarked, being naked made him comfortable. He folded his arms behind his head and let his legs drift far apart to give his foxcoon friend all the access he needed. "Like what you see?" he chuckled.

Desmond didn't say anything just yet but he knelt before the fox immediately. Foxpiper was such a modest fellow that Desmond hardly expected him to be so well hung. Had Foxpiper been of average endowment like himself he wouldn't have minded, but to see that sleepy, circumcised cock flopped on the couch cushion was as thrilling as it was shocking. "I've met horses with smaller dicks," was his answer, delivered with a smile.

Politeness kept Foxpiper from a smug grin but he still managed a smile at the comparison. He grasped his flaccid meat and began to fondle and squeeze it. Nobody knew his body quite as well as he did, and he had his shaft swelling up quickly. As he pumped and squeezed it filled out and gained its true length and all the while drooled with pre. Foxpiper made use of the natural lubrication to slicken his paw and coat his penis to make stroking it easier. In all this time Desmond gazed on the hard flesh with a blush and splayed-back ears. Its size had been impressive flaccid, but fully erect, it totaled a foot in length.

Despite his self-given pleasure and the exciting prospect of Desmond's blowjob, Foxpiper was still a thoughtful creature and he noticed his friend's blushing face and dropped ears. With no pressure, he smiled and said, "You don't have to do this if you don't want."

The words seemed to snap Desmond out of a trance. He blinked and looked up at Foxpiper's eyes and a dirty smile twisted across his muzzle. "What, are you kidding me? You've got a nice cock, I'm gonna suck it dry." Appropriately he snapped up the well-hung fox's cock. Foxpiper gave it up without a fight and smiled tightly at the foxcoon's eager attitude.

From the very first moment Desmond's skill was obvious to Foxpiper. As if testing a fine wine he kissed the blunt tip, partook of the scent and then licked the thick smearing of pre from the flesh. While he tasted his friend's meat he slid his paw down to the base and held it firmly there. Foxpiper loved the feeling of Desmond's supple pads on his cock but his warm tongue even more so.

Desmond was quick to engulf Foxpiper's cock and he savored the way it filled out his narrow muzzle and depressed his tongue. More so, the many squirts of Foxpiper's pre oozed flavor into his mouth like a hard candy. Every few seconds he gulped against the fox's cock and swallowed the pre, and in doing so he backflushed his nose with the tod's modest but pleasant musk. At last he began to suckle and bob on his friend, and the result was even more slippery pre to swallow down.

Under his breath, Foxpiper cooed and his face was soon plastered with a content grin. His eyes drifted shut and he threaded his fingers gently through Desmond's hair. Instead of dominating Desmond to make him bob harder, Foxpiper petted his friend and gave him a kind indication of how much he liked what he was getting.

The only sound in the apartment besides the droning air conditioner was Desmond's noisy sucking. A sloppy eater, he gulped, slobbered and sucked greedily on what fit in his mouth. Foxpiper's great output of pre was lost in the slurry of Desmond's saliva, but neither fox seemed to mind the messy blowjob. If anything Desmond seemed to be in his element, and that notion became a certainty when the foxcoon unhanded Foxpiper's cock and pushed down even harder to force the blunt cock into his throat. Desmond choked only once and found his composure quickly. Foxpiper groaned, shifted on the couch and slid his fingers out of Desmond's hair, leaving it cutely messy.

"Ooh, in your throat? You're really good at sucking cock," Foxpiper gasped without a hint of derision or irony.

Things only got better for Foxpiper. Desmond's gulping and sucking hit a fever pitch which wouldn't soon let off. Outside of his maw he fondled the tod's plump balls and down below his own uncut cock was stiff with arousal but ignored. Regularly he swallowed and subjected his friend to greater pleasure while his bottom inches got the best attention Desmond's sucking mouth and slobbering tongue could give. He twisted his snout and let his gulping throat grip and massage Foxpiper's cock as much as he could. If Foxpiper could say anything about Desmond, it was that he knew how to honor a bet.

Foxpiper had expected a good blowjob but Desmond still managed to surprise him. His orgasm was an inevitability by then and it was obvious in his body language alone. "Oh, Desmond, not much longer," he shuddered. "Listen, I'm really... Productive, try not to choke," Foxpiper said sheepishly. Desmond didn't even open his eyes when he casually waved the warning off.

One more minute of suckling and swallowing took Foxpiper over the edge. His cock spasmed in Desmond's maw and one final shot of pre heralded the climax. His fingers dug into the couch cushions and he gasped, "Aah, and here it is...!" Desmond learned from the very first squirt of Foxpiper's seed that the warning had been a valid one. It was an incredibly thick and voluminous rope of seed and it was followed by another and another and so on without any end in sight. Desmond was accustomed to potent partners like dragons and stallions yet Foxpiper's climax was shocking. With all his skill he gulped down what he could but it came too quickly for him to keep up. He pulled back but still kept his friend's shaft in his mouth so as to not waste the salty, precious cum but even this was a moot point when his chin dribbled with the runoff jizz. Even when he gulped it down as fast as he could his chest and belly ended up stained with Foxpiper's sticky male mess.

Desmond kept Foxpiper's cock in his mouth for a few moments after the last rope just to avoid any surprises. In the interim he suckled tenderly and absently wiped his chest. When he finally pulled off he drew in a deep breath and found that some of that impressive load was yet in his throat. He coughed a few times and Foxpiper leaned forward with a concerned and somewhat guilty expression.

"You okay, Desmond?" he softly asked while petting the foxcoon's hair to smooth it down.

The foxcoon chuckled and said with a scratchy voice, "Yeah, I just wasn't expected you to splooge like that." He almost said you should have warned me but caught himself.

"I'm sorry," Foxpiper mumbled.

Desmond snared him with a coy grin. "Don't be. From one fox to another, you were fun to blow. We gotta make another bet sometime."

Foxpiper smiled back and clasped his paws. "I'll say. You really know how to suck a cock," he said with a wink. Desmond chuckled, blushed and looked away.

Soon the foxes cleaned up and slipped back into their clothes. As he smoothed out a crease in his shorts Foxpiper said, "I had a really nice time, it was good seeing you," he smiled softly, "even before the blowjob."

"Likewise," Desmond smiled.

"Time for me to get going, though," Foxpiper said somewhat sadly. "We need to hang out again, don't we?"

Desmond squeezed Foxpiper close in a hug and kissed him on the cheek. "Yeah. Any time you want to."

After he returned the hug and the kiss, Foxpiper said one last goodbye, left the apartment and got into his car for the long drive home.