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"Shut the hell up!" A booming deep voice yelled as a wine glass accidentally slipped, crashing to the floor. Pieces scattered everywhere as a feminine voice retorted nastily. The house's youngest member ran out of the opposing room to prevent being caught in the crossfire. Tim, a young arctic fox, scurried out of the home and swiftly shut the screen door he used to escape the warring household. The top half of the sun still shone on the horizon as night neared the neighborhood. It gave Tim plenty of light to navigate from his suburban backyard while his black tipped tail whipped behind him. Early signs of fall marked the neighborhood. A colored leaf or two lied along the grassy flat land as footsteps thundered by. The air was just beginning to cool from the scorching humid days that called for one to bask by a pool with friends and family. The fox ran by lit houses where families and couples were eating peaceful meals. However, none of those pleasant thoughts reached the unhappy fox's mind as he ran behind a cul-de-sac before veering right, towards a small road lined with houses where his older friend Pal lived.

Pal was always there for the kit when he was upset, but more commonly, when his parents were fighting. He was a distant friend of his parents for a few years when Tim first met him. It was like a second home to him where he could feel secure and somewhat open with the mature bear. The fox ran up the back porch and paused to take a quick rest from running so fast. He briefly looked back at trees and other homes blocking the sight of his house. His parents were either too busy fighting, or didn't care if their son stayed at Pal's for the day or spent the night for that matter. The young fox kicked his shoes off by the unlocked door and let himself in the living room. A much quieter and pleasant atmosphere greeted him. A silent tv, whirring ceiling fan, and countless of other pieces of furniture didn't yell as he ingrained his white toes into the soft light grey carpet. The room smelled warm and slightly musky as he took a deep breath, but unique and comforting to the youth. Tim's sharp ears heard a noise in the kitchen and didn't hesitate to find the source. A tall male brown bear in his mid forties wearing a pleasant smile turned around from the countertop and the bowl of salad he was mixing. Pal was taller than every adult Tim knew. His head would be just shy of reaching the ursine's chest if he stood beside him.

"Evening sport, day going well?" The bear welcomed his neighbor and good friend with his naturally happy voice. The silent, depressed expression told him all he needed to know as Tim took a seat at the kitchen table. Pal slowly nodded and returned to mixing the salad. He knew when to be quiet around the small fox, especially about a recent episode of arguing at home. Since Tim was a shy fox, he usually lightened up while being with someone to gather himself. Pal scooped out a small amount to eat from the mixing bowl to an equally small plate. "Did you already eat dinner?" Pal asked setting his portioned second meal on the table, ready to get Tim anything he wanted.

"Mmhm." He nodded. The bear then took his seat and had a bite of the leafy greens. "I bet we'll get a cold winter this year, which means plenty of snow days for school." He cheerily munched through another bite. The young todd didn't say anything and tried imagining having fun in the snow without worry. The distant ticking of a clock and the slow chewing of his friend's chops were the only sounds to be heard for the next few minutes. Tim's heel drew lazy figure eights across the linoleum floor as he stared at the empty flower vase in the middle of the table. His thoughts worried about his family troubles at home that never offered any solutions.

"I know there isn't much to say when those bad things happen, but talking can help." Pal spoke from experience. Tim gave a little nod and focused more on his good friend eating across from him rather than the lifeless vase between them. One of the reasons Pal could understand Tim so well was that the bear had experienced a similar rough childhood and knew healthy ways of dealing with the stress that came with it. The older bear was easily a lifesaver. "It doesn't make much sense for a bear to watch his weight now does it?" Pal patted his stomach and lightly chuckled. The brown bear was heavily built, and it was hard to imagine him otherwise.

"But you're big and soft." Tim softly spoke. The little fox knew how comforting Pal's big hugs were whenever he was feeling down.

"Very true, but I guess a few pounds won't hurt." Pal reasoned before taking another bite of his salad. Tim nodded, no longer frowning. He simply started feeling better being with Pal rather than thinking about the abusive storm in his house. "Eating dinner first helps with this though." He glanced at a dish in the sink that told signs of a more filling meal beforehand. Tim agreed with a firm nod. The young fox rarely ate a variety of greens in one sitting, which made salads low on his list of preferences. Although, the leafy greens on the table quickly disappeared with the ursine's hefty appetite to the tune of a low hum. "Salads are like sunscreen for deterring doctors." The fox's muzzle twitched into a grin from the simile as Pal scooted the empty plate off to the side. A simple stretch, scratch behind the ear, and look at the time convinced the bear to move on with his last duty of the day. "Alright, I need to take a shower. I don't want to ruin anyone's nose." He half mused to himself. The bear stood up from the table and excused himself. Tim's bottom lip quivered, afraid that he would start crying as soon as his friend left the kitchen.

"W-wait." Tim hastily slipped out of his chair as the bear halted. "Hmm?" Pal turned back finding the tiny vulpine by his side. "Wait." He nervously stated again. "Can I take one with you?" Tim blurted out before zipping his muzzle shut. His black tipped ears pinned back fearfully as the adult looked back with kinder eyes than his parents.

"Alright I'll get an extra towel." He grinned ruffling the youngster's hair, preferring two smiles under one roof rather than just one. "No need to waste twice as much water." The smile returned immediately on the vulpine's black lips as he followed Pal down the short hall and into the bear's room. The den, as Pal referred to it, gave Tim a nice cozy feeling. It had a worn, homely beige carpet that made all cold wooden floors seem far away from his warm feet. Pal strolled over to a basic oak chest with four tiers of drawers while Tim patiently looked around the quaint room. A closet, two nightstands, a pair of boots and shoes, half glass of water, empty roll of tums, and adjacent half bathroom all caught the observant young brown eyes. A King sized bed with an old fashioned quilt blanket tied it all together in the center against the opposing wall. Tim secretly wished it was his room.

"Doo dee doo." Pal hummed shuffling through a drawer for a proper set of night clothes. "Bum pa bum!" He declared holding up a fairly large t-shirt and fresh pair of underwear in one hand. Tim grinned and gave a few soft claps as Pal bowed. "Time to shower." He shut the drawer and led Tim a few short steps across the hallway. The bathroom was basic; a white shag carpet by the shower, leaf patterned curtain, personal items scattered over the counter, all encased with soft and warm blue painted walls. Pal set his clothes on the corner of the counter and grabbed two towels from a tiny closet before hanging them on the shower curtain pole. The bear happily hummed pulling the old shirt over his head. The brown bear had a slightly rounded belly like any older bear would, but it was just the right size to Tim. "Can you toss this out into the hamper?" Pal chucked his shirt over to Tim. The fabric landed over his head like a blanket, and Tim took a silent deep breath. It smelled nice, just like Pal. Tim pretended to frown at the bear as he removed the garment from covering his head. "What? I can't have the bathroom smell bad." The bear lazily scratched his lower belly.

"You don't smell bad." His playful grin returned as he balled up the fabric. The bear pinched his nose and faked smelling something rancid before breaking out into a renewed smile. Tim giggled and nodded, taking the step outside before dropping it in. The fox then shed his shirt and pants in a moment, and dumped them in next.

"Sock one, sock two." Pal tossed the odorous cottons to his underwear clad friend where they were quickly transferred as well. The bear's black padded feet stepped out of his jeans as they were pulled down where they soon joined the other dirty laundry. Tim swallowed nervously grasping the hem of his underwear. He had never been naked with someone else, nor had he seen someone else naked. His school never had gym uniform requirements or the need of a locker room. Pal didn't seem to mind though, and readily freed himself from his final garment. The fox held his breath seeing a heavy set of male equipment hanging freely below. "Last one!" Tim barely barely caught the white garment while keeping his gaze steady. The bear noticed the young one's stare down south before Tim turned away for a second and tossed the underwear out.

Tim's brown eyes fixated on Pal's private parts before him as he stood in the doorway. His penis was a pink fleshy color like his own but much larger, and fairly thick. The twinned orbs behind were covered in a very short coat of brown fur that looked as soft as it was prickly. All three jiggled in unison between his thighs as he sauntered over to turn the shower on. The fox couldn't turn his gaze away from the bear's large equipment. Everything gently swayed forward from the bear's upper body bending forward to adjust the knob. The sudden hiss of water being released from the shower head startled Tim back from his trance like state. "Everything ok?" His friend peered behind his shoulder before standing up straight.

"Um..." Tim shifted from foot to foot staring between the bears legs as he turned to face the fox. "Why are they so big?" The fox nearly whispered pointing between his friend's chocolate brown thighs.

"Oh here?" The ursine casually widened his stance and looked down for a moment. "All bears are built bigger from head to toe I guess." He shrugged strolled over to the end of the shower as the water warmed up. Tim watched the pinkish member sway with each step until his friend stopped moving. The fox's head flicked up as the bear faced him. "Ready?" Pal asked with his hands on his hips, tapping a black claw by the waist.

"Oh! Yes!" Tim quickly pulled his underwear off and tossed it into the hamper outside, closing the door on his way back. Pal chuckled at how nervous the youngster was, but anything was better than letting him think about his troubles at home right now.

"You first." Tim swallowed as the shower curtain was held open for him. The vulpine quickly stepped inside, ducking under his friend's arm. The shower space was naturally large to accommodate the ursine, and pleasantly smelled of bland shampoos and fragrant soaps. Warm water sprayed the fox's front as he stepped forward into the raining stream. Pal joined him and stood behind him as the water soaked his fur next. Tim scrubbed over most of his white furred body, but as soon as he turned around, his gaze glued to Pal's legs once more where the bear's private parts were nestled as if trying to be inconspicuous. The bear took no visible notice and allowed the water to cascade freely down his body. Tiny rivulets and droplets dripped from his member's tip and along the middle of his twin orbs down to the tub. The spectacular sight made Tim forget about the water soaking his back at the moment.

He bit his lip, heart pounding, and glanced up at the bear's brown chest before looking back down feeling his face flush red. Pal didn't say anything as he began washing and scrubbing his facial fur and ears with a bar of soap. With a careful hand, Tim reached out and brushed the bear's inner thigh before cautiously petting the side of the bear's scrotum. Pal watched him from the corner of his eye, but didn't interfere. The fox continued softly petting its side that was still warm from being cooped up in the bear's jeans all day. Tim expected the bear to back away or swat a hand, but neither happened as he continued feeling the fuzzy area. To his surprise the bear silently didn't mind and widened his stance to give him better access. The fox didn't hesitate to bring his other hand to feel the other side of Pal's warm sack. The sensation reminded Tim of a peach, but much softer and delicate. A grin grew along the young one's muzzle as he felt over the private area, leaving no hair untouched from his curious hands.

Water pouring down his back, a hand gradually made its way to Pal's flaccid member. His fingertips drew down from the furry brown base all the way to the pinkish tip and repeated the motion. The bear's large shaft was smooth, warm, and soft to the touch. After a minute, Tim changed positions and placed his hand underneath the flaccid organ, lifting it slightly. His fingers then started curling and uncurling as if he was scratching an itch, allowing his soft fingertips to brush the sensitive underside. He held his breath for a moment as the fur less organ twitched in his hand. He fervently proceeded caressing under the bear's malehood, making it twitch again to his delight. The arctic vulpine didn't even notice the older male hunch over him to adjust the water's temperature while he was fondling him. Tim couldn't begin to explain his sudden fascination with the ursine's male parts and his desire to touch them. Maybe it was because they were a part of Pal, or possibly because he had never seen them before. "Do you like washing me down there?" The bear watched his fox friend and softly chuckled feeling the arctic vulpine's smaller hands explore his package with gentle caresses.

"I-it's twitching." He nervously replied with underlying excitement in his voice as the organ did just that in his hand.

"Mm. Oh yeah it can do that." He acknowledged with a modest nod lathering up his hands with soap. "Here. This will help." Pal offered his hands full of cream colored suds. Tim wagged his soaked tail as he scooped up the handfuls of soapy bubbles and lathered them onto his own hands. Tim cradled the large sack and began caressing the short brown furred underside, tenderly washing the spot. The younger fox's fur in respect was much softer and downy because of his age and species. He cupped the twin orbs and carefully explored the area above with his fingertips, rubbing in tiny feathery circles. Above, the bear snickered feeling the soft accidental tickles along his sensitive skin and soon started giggling quietly. Pal's giggling couldn't be helped as the ursine slowly rolled his hips side to side from the gentle tickling. Tim smiled, wagged his soaked tail, and even chuckled some himself as the fuzzy sack slid across his palms from his light touches. He continued rubbing over the same spots for a minute before giving Pal a break and moving on. One soapy hand ventured up and carefully pet the ursine's flaccid member. Its softness deeply intrigued the young fox and after a few seconds the whole organ twitched from base to tip. His curiosity grew as the member twitched again from the satiny touch of his hand pads. The older male's private parts soon became a bubbly coating of soap in no time with the arctic fox's hands all over them.

Pal, however, had to brush his hands away to scrub through his deep brown furred legs. "Let's finish washing first to save water." He suggested. Tim watched the organ shrink back from what little it had grown in dismay. "We'll finish twice as fast if I do your back." Pal reassured him, offering the bar of soap to the todd. He nodded with a small optimistic grin and lathered up his hands before handing it back and turning around. Tim smiled as the bear's larger hands gently scrubbed his back while he worked his front. The two then rinsed off before the water was cut off from a little overuse that neither complained about. Both shook extra water from their fur sending droplets astray, but partially back on each other. "With your treatment I'll be clean down there for a month." Pal chuckled feeling over his cleansed genitals. The fox looked down with a hidden grin and scratched his wet neck before a white towel landed over his head.

"Hey!" He giggled lifting the towel up finding Pal grinning at him while drying his neck.

"Well you can't dry yourself without a towel." The bear moved down to his back and began humming an upbeat tune for them to dry off to. Tim quickly joined him and started drying his wet fur. The todd shivered for an instant as his hand accidentally brushed Pal's malehood while drying. The bear continued humming and drying himself without giving any notice, which helped ease the fox's nervousness very quickly. They stepped out onto the shaggy bathroom mat and finished drying themselves, laughing whenever they bumped into one another. "Do I look dry enough?" Pal hung his towel and mocked a courageous pose for the arctic fox.

"Yes." Tim giggled as the bear did the same turning around.

"Good. Let's watch some tv before bed." He nonchalantly stated passing by the clothes he set out on the counter earlier. Tim didn't even bother asking for a nightshirt and walked by the bear's side with a swishing tail to the living room. Pal proudly took his time and strolled to the living room with Tim eyeing his package the whole way. Each step caused something to sway slightly or jiggle freely for the arctic fox's undying attention. Tim wondered if Pal's private parts bounced the same way when he wore clothes, and if they felt just as nice when dry. The arctic fox didn't know why he was so drawn to the area, but he wanted to satisfy his nagging curiosity. Pal turned on a desk lamp as they entered the dark living room before making his way over to the couch that faced the tv. The middle aged bear sat down on the edge of his seat, spread his muscular legs, and shuffled a cushion under his back for better support in the mellowed position.

The little fox bit his lip seeing the older male's equipment dangling carefree from the couches edge like an offering. Tim could barely contain himself sitting on the floor next to a leg where he was within arms reach of Pal's private parts. Pal wouldn't sit around naked, legs spread for himself unless it was for Tim, and the realization excited the little fox. The bear picked up the remote and flicked it to something quiet, a game show, the news, then finally the weather. Tim only watched the weatherman on screen for a few seconds before looking to his right where the mature male's genitals were waiting. He gnawed his lip feeling his heart skip in giddy beats. The fox looked up seeing the bear completely oblivious to him and watching tv. His hand reached out only to nervously return fidgeting in his lap with nagging thoughts. Deep down the youngster knew it wasn't proper to touch someone there, but Pal didn't mind and certainly didn't ask him to stop. He seemed to enjoy it!

The bear glanced down unnoticed at the conflicted vulpine by his legs before returning to the tv. He moved a hand down to his waist, and waited out of the corner of his eye for the little vulpine to look between his legs again. Tim wiggled his nose in thought and looked up at the masculine set before him. He blinked, watching Pal spread his legs slightly, reach down, and leisurely scratch himself just above the groin for a few seconds. Pal's indifferent gesture gave Tim enough confidence to touch him again. Turning to face the male's crotch, the fox scooted forward and reached out with both hands. Making contact with the warm organs sent a chill through the fox's core. His palms tingled feeling the warm genitals in his hands as if they were back in the shower. The bear's short fur and loose skin were much softer now that they had dried. Tim gently caressed the hanging pair with his palms and fingertips, going over the large area randomly. The short fur prickled his hands as he focused on one side, then the other. He even lifted them up to feel over the wrinkled skin better before gently letting them hang once more.

A hand ventured to the bear's flaccid length where he carefully pet its smooth length. The thick male hood immediately twitched from the youngster's curious and gentle touch. He quickly retracted his hand and allowed the flaccid pink shaft dangle once again. Glancing back up, Pal didn't acknowledge anything and continued watching tv. With a renewed smile, Tim reached out once again and began stroking the bear's length with a thumb and index finger while continuing to caress Pal's scrotum. It twitched once, then twice, then more powerfully for a third time in his hand. Pal was becoming aroused.

'It's growing!' He continued rubbing the shaft without having to worry about wasting hot water. His hand coaxed it to grow while his other gently fondled the bear's sack. It twitched more from the gentle caresses and began rising as it grew, pulse by pulse. The tip pointed across the floor, then at a pair of rustic boots, then the wall, the window, the lamp, and finally the ceiling fan leisurely whirring above. The stout phallus throbbed reaching a standard, but full length, unable to go any higher. Tim resumed rubbing the ursine's length around the smooth base, enjoying how it felt. The shaft twitched as the gentle caressing stimulated the entire glans, but now it was more like a jerk due to its size and rigidity. The way it "wagged" reminded Tim of an excited tail. The bear's legs tensed occasionally as Pal was sensually fondled, but a soft moan from above comforted Tim that he was doing something his friend enjoyed. The little fox only knew that it hurt really bad if someone was kicked there, but he was thrilled to know touching the entire area made his friend happy. Tim looked up and found that Pal was sitting up straight, keenly watching the young fox fondling his member and sack. However, the bear wasn't angry at all much to the fox's relief. He wore that soft tender smile on his brown muzzle like he normally did.

"Looks like I'm not the only one who has a hard on." He softly chuckled and pointed with a black claw towards the floor. Tim looked down, surprised to find his own little member was pointing up and fully erect.

"It is." He stated mildly surprised as his length throbbed in time with his heartbeat.

"Here. Sit on my lap." Pal patted the space above his erect tool. Tim trusted his friend and steadied himself using the bear's strong legs before climbing onto the couch. Pal leaned back as the smaller fox tucked his tail to the side and lied down on the bear like a warm, fuzzy chair. He could feel the bear's slower breathing behind him causing him to rise and fall subtly with his diaphragm. Most noticeable was the ursine's warm and cozy body that made Tim comfortable instantly. Pal sat up a little causing causing him to partially slide down onto his lap. Tim watched as their erect male hoods touched, his lying on top, both almost throbbing in unison. The bear's length dwarfed the fox's in every parameter which only increased the fox's fascination. Tim reached down, but was stopped by a hand resting on his shoulder.

"Let me take care of that." Pal rubbed his friend's white furred thigh and brought his other hand down to between their legs. Tim unconsciously spread his legs as the large hand gently wrapped around both erections. The warm padded thumb and a little more slowly began rubbing up and down his length. Tim's mouth cracked open and sighed feeling the ribbony textured digit travel over his smooth and sensitive skin. It felt so good and tingly at once! And when Pal's length jerked from below it rubbed against Tim's causing his to do the same, adding another layer of pleasure for the young fox.

'This is how it felt to Pal!' The fox realized before a soft moan escaped his lips.

"Everything ok?" Pal paused making sure his friend was ok.

"Y-yeah." Tim nodded urgently. The older bear obliged and continued stroking their already excited shafts. The fox held steady, pounding heart and all, as the pleasure continued assaulting his body. Each stroke made the tingling in his groin stronger, and created more vocal moans as he strained to stay still on Pal's lap. Hot breath wafted over his head as Pal panted feeling his arousal start to peak as well.

"Ok it's going to feel funny, but really good." Pal growled kindly and stroked their shafts faster. Tim closed his eyes feeling something coming and heard Pal grunt suddenly. The bear's length suddenly began jerking under his own without pause, but the fox didn't have the strength to open his eyes and look. He held onto Pal's sturdier legs and bucked feeling the indescribable passion control him. A gasping cry escaped his strained face as nothingness erupted from within. "Hold on, I gotcha." Pal's voice echoed around him as a protective arm held him. The fox slumped back feeling better than he ever had before, and passed out in his arms.

The arctic fox blinked his eyes open in a fairly dark, but warm area. Tim found himself looking at an alarm clock showing it was only a couple of minutes past eleven. Quiet breathing from above made him grin thankfully. He was securely wrapped up in Pal's strong arms with his head lying on the bear's chest. Legs were tenderly tangled together as his front was pressed against Pal's side like an air tight seal. Neither wore anything but the fur on their backs, but their bare bodies warmed each other perfectly. The arctic fox was cozy to the core. Tim lifted his head and looked around wondering if they had fallen asleep on the couch. A nightlight in the hallway helped him see the surrounding area better with its soft glow. He quickly recognized that they were in Pal's bedroom. The brown bear must have carried him in sometime after he passed out.

"Doing alright kid?" He sleepily rubbed the boy's white shoulder. Tim looked up at the bear's brown eyes that acted like lighthouses in a nightly sea.

"Yeah." He smiled warmly for the first time in a while. The fox nuzzled into the bulky brown chest and contently sighed. Pal smelled clean but just like his usual ursine self, and that was an invaluable comfort for the fox.

"You're safe." Both sets of eyes closed, desiring sleep while in good company. "Goodnight buddy."

"Goodnight Pal."