Teenage Troubles: Chapter 5
Chapter 519 Mourn Street, City of Fait5:30 AM, 1st of AprilAs he scurried into his bathroom, Lyall could only think about how last night had played out. The dissatisfaction that had shown when Lyall's music played was a knife through Lyall's heart, but the disinterest Max had shown when the horror movies were rolling was enough to bring tears to the surface. To make matters worse, the rude awakening had made the fox grumpy; in addition his twitching had made it seem as if he were having a great dream.Lyall got into the shower to perform his morning ablutions after he'd used the toilet. As the water flowed onto his back, his self criticism came back. On top of waking Max up, Lyall had completely blown everything by calling Max out on getting into bed with Lyall. Had Max been offended by Lyall's sudden attitude towards Max's decision? Lyall thought that it would be a good idea to falsely say that he was uncomfortable with sleeping in the same bed as another male, it would make him look straight in Max's eyes and then the fox wouldn't be driven away, but Max almost had an angry expression when Lyall had spoken about it.Despite all that, Lyall had been in ecstasy when he awoke next to the fox: his heart had skipped beats, his nervous sweating arise and worst of all his cock had sprung to life. No matter how many times he pinched his balls, his erection had stayed strong beneath his pajamas. The evidence was his clicking teeth and motionless tail, all signs of his happiness. Fortunately, Max didn't seem to understand the signals, perhaps he was too busy being distracted by Lyall's exposed backside?The rabbit had positioned his night shorts to be as revealing as possible, but the question was: did Max enjoy Lyall's indecency? Or was he disgusted by it? Lyall closed the bathroom door and corrected his pajamas before he caught a chill. He sighed, either way it wouldn't have corrected last night's mistakes. Lyall had purposely held Max's tail as the fox carried him to bed, he'd wanted Max to stay, but was too afraid to ask. Lyall stepped out of the shower and turned off the water. He wrapped a towel around his waist and dried his mid length hair with another. He mussed his hair by doing so; instead of falling to cover his left eye it now masked both of them. It didn't matter too much though, a comb and some hair spray would get it back to the normal state. He brushed his teeth as he moved about the bathroom, picking up various that he needed for his hair. Then he soaked his fringe with hair spray and pushed the black strands to the left to keep it out of his right eye. He tossed the can back into the wicker basket that stood on a counter and pulled a comb through his hair to straighten it out. He spat out the toothpaste and swilled his mouth with at least a quarter of mouth wash. He purposely used
enough to deodorant to make his eyes water, he also broke out into a coughing fit.Regardless, he focused on the mirror and smiled at the sight of himself. His fur was fuzzy thanks to the water, but it did make him look adorable. He grabbed a few fur combs and took off the towel. "Lyall? Are you done yet?" Max called out to him from the hallway. Lyall froze up, he'd forgotten about Max. "Err... Yeah!" Lyall shouted. "I'll be out in a minute." The rabbit blushed, he didn't want Max to think that he was up to something. He moved about quickly, tying the towel up higher than normal so that it ended above his knees.Lyall rushed out of the bathroom and accidentally bumped into Max. "Sorry!" Lyall squealed and tried to get past the fox, who blocked him with his arms. "It's cool." Max smiled and his sight drifted to Lyall's leg. The fur had puffed out greatly to the point where it was comical. "You look a little...""Fuzzy? Yeah... Water sort of does this to my fur.""Do you need help combing it?" Max enthusiastically offered, worried that Lyall was becoming abject; in his eyes everyfur should make some effort to keep their fur clean and kempt. "I'll be fine." Lyall said after a pause and slipped past Max. The fox echoed disappointment as he took Lyall's place in the bathroom. "Lyall?!" He shouted, Lyall froze up thinking that Max was mad. "Can I use the shower?""Sure! There might be fur everywhere though... I'm really sorry, I should try to keep my shedding under control." Lyall apologized, mumbling to himself towards the end. He was amazed when Max spoke back to him. "Don't be absurd, you can't help it." Max said with a lowered voice, he shut the bathroom door. He either forgot to lock the door or wasn't bothered by having somefur walk in on him.
Lyall's morning routine was normal after that, he checked his long mirror and remembered why he hated himself: his lithe frame which included his twig like limbs, jagged claws, big intimidating eyes and small paws. Despite all of his self-loathing, he wasn't going to go avoid his morning maintenance. He put his hair back into a pony tail for a moment and sat in front of his mirror. He began pulling out stray furs and aggressively rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He slapped tape over his nipples and caught a glance of his genitals, the most appealing assets he had.An idea came to him. He glided over to his drawers and took out a pair of boxers, then he moved into the middle of the room where Max would be able to see him in a few minutes. Lyall wanted Max to see him naked, he hoped to make Max fall for him before he got to know him. He got his paws into the leg holes, so that it would like he was at least trying to get changed. Max was quick when it came to getting ready, the lock clicked again half a minute later. Paw fall moved towards Lyall and then stopped. Lyall pulled up his boxers to make himself decent, worried that
his friend would think that he was posing."Hey, Max." Lyall turned around and smiled warmly, pretending that he hadn't noticed Max's presence. Max still had last night's boxers on, but it appeared that he'd showered because of his fluffy fur. "Hey..." Max said awkwardly and walked into the bedroom, picking up his clothes from the banister. Max frowned when he saw Lyall's fur. "Aren't you going to comb your fur?" Max asked. Lyall half-panicked, he'd told Max that he was going to comb his fur. Worried that Max would put the pieces together, Lyall grabbed for a fur comb and set about running it through the fur on his forearm quickly. "Thanks for reminding me." He said, "There's another comb on my bed, if you want to make your fur look nice again.""Of course I do." Max took a comb and sat down next to Lyall, he stretched out his legs and combed them like Lyall was combing his forearms."Don't worry about shedding, I'll vacuum the bedroom floor when I get the chance." Lyall promised.Soon, both of them had combed themselves, Max had managed to bend and get his back combed roughly, but Lyall was having trouble. "Here." Max said and got behind Lyall. He ran his comb down Lyall's back, making him shudder. The feeling was amazing, sure there was the occasional snag, but apart from those Lyall almost had his mouth hanging open. He felt something rising in his boxers, so he quickly crimped his legs and put his forepaws on his knees. "There." Max announced and picked up Lyall's comb. "I'll go and wash the fur out of these." Max said and went to leave the room, he paused."Lyall.... This is... embarrassing, but do you have any boxers that I could wear? I don't have a fresh change." Max admitted. Lyall was thrilled that Max would be wearing his clothes. He got up and dug around for the biggest and most brightly colored pair of boxers he had. He ended up giving Max a pair of white boxers, since he doubted that Max would like the color black. "They might be a little small.""As long as they don't cover my circulation. How long should I stay out of the room for?" Max asked. "So you can.. y'know." Max blushed."What?" Lyall asked in confusion."So you can clip and stuff... Comb your crotch and your thighs." Lyall gawped at him in disbelief again. "So not only do you not get dipping for your pizza, you also don't clip and you don't comb down south?""No. I don't... I never thought that I'd need to.""Well you should!" Max exclaimed and tossed Lyall a fur comb. "I'll go and get some clippers. I'll push them through the door, I don't really want to see you naked." Max moved into the bathroom.Miserably thanks to what Max had said, Lyall closed the door and took off his boxers. He sat on the edge of his bed and combed his thighs. It was tough, he rarely every put a comb through the fur there. His boxers normally flattened out his fur down south, but recently it had grown out of control; it was
a good thing that Max had suggested combing.By the time he had finished combing his thighs, he heard the clippers drop onto his bedroom floor. "I'll be coming back in fifteen minutes, so hurry up!" Max said as he went into the bathroom to get changed and presumably groom himself. Nervously, Lyall picked up the clippers and reclaimed his position on his bed. He snipped away at the overgrowth for a few minutes, awkwardly watching the bundles fall off onto his bedroom floor. He scattered them with his paw, a pile of pubic fur would disgust just about anyfur. When he'd finished Lyall combed out his crotch and pulled up his boxers as Max opened the door."Done?" Max asked, fully dressed. He walked over and took both of the items from Lyall."No! I'll wash them." Lyall said, taking them back and holding them close to himself to stop Max from taking them back. "I need to go and get changed anyway. Why don't you go and make yourself some breakfast?" Lyall suggested. Max shrugged his shoulders, "Cool. I won't argue when food is on the line." Max said, he put his forepaws in his pockets and walked off towards the kitchen. The rabbit put the clippers and then comb down for a moment whilst he picked out something to wear. He decided on a plain black t-shirt that was too big for him and some skinny jeans which were probably a bit too constricting. He was about to leave his room when he caught sight of himself in the mirror, dark looking and unattractive. He dived back into his drawers to find something with a bit of color, but nothing too vivid. He found something that he'd loved when he was little, mulberry colored open toed socks. He dug out the matching warmers that had black stripes and stepped in front of the mirror again. He decided that he had a cute look, not anywhere near attractive, but maybe enough to turn Max's head once or twice. With doubt still picking at the edges of his mind and regret starting, Lyall hurried downstairs to make himself breakfast.Max was sitting at the table, nearly finished munching a bowl of cereal. He swallowed his food and opened his mouth to say something, but closed it. "Hi." Lyall said, worrying that he was coming across as foppish or too feminine. He tried to keep a manly posture by opening his legs wider than usual and by keeping his arms at his side. He puffed out his chest as well and pulled his shoulders back slightly. However, it felt apart quickly when he was too small to open up the cupboard. He got onto his tip toes, leaning over the counter and stretching his paw out to try to reach the cereal box that was on top of the cupboard.Max's chair skidded along the laminated floor, he was snickering. "Sorry, dude!" Max said and climbed up onto the slate counter to get the cereal box. He handed it to Lyall and jumped down. "Thanks, but I could have done that myself." Lyall
smiled."Yeah, but it wouldn't be very nice if you fell and split your head would it?" Max asked and resumed eating his cereal."I guarantee you that no fur has fallen and split their head whilst trying to get a cereal box." Lyall rolled his eyes as he poured out a bowl for himself. "There are a lot of furs in the world." Max pointed out. "I mean... They say that you encounter a serial killer every month, so I'm sure that you're...""Okay, for one they say that it's every season." Lyall corrected. "And it's a potential serial killer that you walk past. The chance of speaking to them is..." Max stood up from his chair, dragging along the floor again. It was so sudden that Lyall stopped speaking for a moment. As if Lyall's voice had been controlling him, Max stopped and turned around to see if Lyall was going to speak again. "The chance of speaking to them is..." Max set off once more, this time not taking a moment to stop. He was trembling almost, his forepaws were clenched into fists and he didn't look up from the ground. "Max?! What's wrong?" Lyall asked, moving to grab his friend's tail. He was an inch away, diving for it, when Max slammed the kitchen door shut and charged upstairs. "Max?!" Lyall shouted. There was no response. Lyall decided not to stoke the fires of hell and awkwardly went back to eating his cereal.As he munched down on the first spoon of his cereal, guilt and worry set in. An infestation took over Lyall's brain: What was he doing up there? Breaking things? Hurting himself? Lyall flinched at the thought of Max bent over the bathroom sink with a razor. He gulped down his fear and tried to reason with himself as he ate, Max wasn't that type of furson: he was confident and had enough to be happy about. Lyall calmed down knowing that Max was probably okay, but that didn't get his own possessions out of the clear.For the rest of breakfast Lyall was worrying about what Max was doing, there had been no sounds at all. This also reassured him that Max wasn't breaking things, maybe he was just crying. Lyall finished his cereal and temptation over came him, five minutes was enough cool down time wasn't it? He was halfway up the stairs when the whirring commenced. He nearly fell back down the stairs at the alarming noise, it set in quickly that it was the vacuum. "MAX!?" Lyall shouted up as he pulled himself up the stairs. He wasn't concerned that Max was doing harm, he just wanted to know why the sounds had rung out."DID YOU START THE VACUUM TO HIDE SOMETHING?!" Lyall called out as he opened his bedroom door. What he expected to find was a bloody fox, not a fox guiding a vacuum along the carpet. Max looked over at Lyall, who was standing in shock, and smiled. "Whoops, was this your job?" Max asked over the
noise. "Yeah. I sort of promised to do it didn't I?" Lyall said. He sat down on his bed with his paws up."Well I suggested that you clipped and that you should comb your fur. On top of that I combed my fur and clipped in the bathroom, not only that, but I combed your back so much that fur fell everywhere. Therefore I should be the fur to clean up the mess." Max said as he thrust the vacuum forwards, bending it so that it went under Lyall's bed."Oh..." Lyall said. "Do you want me to go and clean up the bathroom?""I've already done that." Max said. "Why do you think I spent so long in there?" Max asked, Lyall shuddered physically at Max's question. "Oh..." He stopped the vacuum as he caught Lyall's flinching. A sweet moment played in Lyall's mind, Max sat down on his bed and cupped Lyall's forepaws. He wiped away Lyall's tears and kissed his neck. "Hey," Max said in a voice that wasn't his own. "You don't have to worry about that crap." The fox smiled and set about doing his work again. "Go get on the bed.""Sure." Lyall smiled at the imaginary Max and shuffled back onto his bed."I SAID GET OFF OF THE BED!" Max shouted over the vacuum's noise. Lyall snapped out of his reverie and darted off of his bed in embarrassment. "Are you really so happy about being insulted?!" Max asked, shouting that as well."Huh?" Lyall asked in confusion."I told you to stop being such a girl, then you started smiling like I told you that you'd won the lottery." Max howled with laughter and turned off the vacuum for the final time. "Anyway? Does this belong on the landing? I found it there..." Max asked as he lifted up the machine and carried it out."It err.... goes in the airing cupboard downstairs." Without another word Max took it downstairs with Lyall in pursuit."Did you finish your breakfast?" Lyall asked."Yeah have you been watching the time?" Max questioned."Not really..." Lyall admitted."Good thing that I have. What time do you normally get to school?" Max asked. "Do you need to be there early? Because we should set off now.""No... I get to school at about half past seven. Is the bell going early or something?""Ehh... Not really. I just thought that you'd want to start walking to school since it's half past now. School starts at quarter to eight." Max pointed out. "Oh fuck!" Lyall cried and made a dash for his shoes. Max laughed from the airing cupboard and walked out of it."Calm down." Max said as he slipped on his trainers. "I know more than enough shortcuts."Lyall grabbed his school bag from the bottom of the stairs. "Did you make yourself lunch?" Max asked."No! No I didn't. Shit!" Lyall exclaimed and moved towards the kitchen to make himself a quick sandwich."Don't
bother. I've got you covered!" Max smiled and waved a ten pound note."Thanks." Lyall grinned with delight as he took it from Max who willingly gave it up. "How much do I owe you? For the pizza as well?""Nothing. I ate some of the pizza and I had all of the dips, so I'd say that it was money well spent. As for the lunch money, a thank you for letting me stay over." Lyall imagined Max bowing at the end of the sentence. "Well can you show me those shortcuts? Because we're in a rush." Lyall said as he took the keys off of the hook and ushered Max out of the door. "What else would I do?" Max asked rhetorically and led Lyall in the direction of the school, making sure to take the scenic route since he knew that he had at least forty-five minutes.Aside from having a personal escort to school, Lyall's school week didn't change. He was still teased by everyfur, he still wanted to go home and cry about everything. But as he saw Max on the over side of the playground, he thought that he had somefur to stick up for him. Or at least, that's what he thought. Max practically kicked a football into Lyall's face when he ran off with his friends upon seeing the approaching black rabbit of bad luck. Lyall's next attempt ended in the opposite way, Lyall saw Max with around ten other guys who he didn't know at all. That raised a few alarms in Lyall's brain, anxiety ones mostly, so he ran away and hid himself away in the library for the rest of Friday Lunch. What had been three days of avoiding Max became a week and would have became months if Max didn't approach. Lyall doubted that he would.Lyall was walking down the street to his house, alone as always when somefur shouted for him. "Hey, Lyall!" Sirens went off in Lyall's brain, the voice had been masculine without a doubt, there was no fur else around and they were speaking to him first; in Lyall's mind those were all signs of imminent murder or assault. He picked up the pace, paws falling fast and brow breaking into a sweat. When a forepaw caught his shoulder he almost screamed in terror."Hey Lyall!" Max grinned, sweating almost as much as Lyall was. He had his school bag hung over his shoulder and sweat strains were starting to show up on his sweatshirt bringing a new meaning to the clothing. "Oh... Hi." Lyall said as his fears melted. "How are you?" Lyall asked to keep the small talk going. "Fine, exhausted, but fine..." Max panted, he put his forepaws on his knees and exhaled. "You?""About to laugh at a fox. How long have you been running for?" Lyall tugged on his long sleeve shirt to dangle over his forepaws."From the top of the street. I wanted to catch up to you." Max explained. Max stood up and towered over his tiny friend. "Sorry about, what, everything since Wednesday?" Max frowned. "I kind of got a little busy with sports and everything.""It's alright." It sounded like a
lame excuse to Lyall, but at least he was back now."They had to choose the one week when I was busy. Y'know, they made me captain for more or less everything?" Max broke off onto a list of all of the sports he'd played in the last week."But that stuffs done for now, so we can actually have the sleepover." Max beamed."What? We were going to have another sleepover?" Lyall questioned. At that moment an ambulance, lights blaring and engine on full, dashed past the two of the them and down towards the park. Max waited for the noise to die down before he spoke. "We were talking about it when we were watching Landslide. So are we having it... or not?""Oh... I'm sorry. I... err.. I was half asleep when we were talking about it. I don't remember a thing." Lyall apologized."I see..." Max said awkwardly. "So... err... Do you want to sleep over tonight? And for the rest of the weekend?" Max asked. "Or are you-""No I'm not busy." Lyall grinned. "Should I go and get some stuff packed? I'll have to ask my parents though..." Lyall's expression dropped."Will they say yes? I mean, they don't know me." Max asked."You'll probably have to give them your Mom's number, but yeah, they should.""Shall we go and find out?" Max asked, stepping ahead of Lyall and walking down the street. Lyall gave chase with his little legs, scurrying to keep up with Max as he powered forwards."If your parents say yes, I'll call my Mom and ask her to pick us up. Will you need help with packing?" Max asked when they got to Lyall's front door."No, but thanks for the offer." Lyall said as he pushed down on the door handle expecting it to open. Instead, he slammed against it and tried the handle a few more times. "It's locked..." Lyall mumbled in confusion as he fumbled in his pockets for the house keys."Did you parents say that they were going somewhere?" Max asked. Lyall opened the door and walked in, albeit slightly worried."Mom? Dad?" He called out, no response.Nothing was out of place, nothing had been moved since Lyall had walked out the door in the morning. Max closed the front door and stood aside for a moment as Lyall checked the kitchen. He shouted from there, "They've gone out for dinner with my little sister! They'll be back at midnight." Lyall frowned. He was used to being left out of family activities, his parents thought that he'd only complain and look miserable. "Ehh!" Lyall scribbled his own note and left it on the kitchen counter. "Are you going to call your mom now?" Lyall asked as he walked upstairs to pack."Uhh..." Max debated for a moment, he didn't really want to get Lyall in trouble. "Sure." Acquiescing, Max picked up the phone and dialed in his home number.A car pulled up outside of Lyall's house within the next hour. The car horn had Max and Lyall walking out of Lyall's house and getting into the back of the car. "Hi!" Max's mother smiled at Lyall as he sat down
and buckled his belt. "I'm Jane, Max's mother. You must be Lyall." She didn't hold out a forepaw for a shake, but kept them both on the steering wheel. "Err.. Yeah I am." Lyall blushed and rubbed his legs together to soothe out his nerves. Lyall had always been bad at meeting new furs, especially when he needed to impress them.When Jane tied back her black hair into a pony tail, Lyall started to notice a few differences between her and Max. For one, Jane's fur was more of a red than an orange where as Max's was undoubtedly the cliche colors of a fox: orange, black and white. "How are you?" Lyall managed to ask after a moment of silence. Jane turned around to answer, "Doing fine. What about you two?" Lyall noticed that her eyes were a light blue, which was strange considering that Max's were green. Her t-shirt matched her eyes and her jeans matched her hair, Max was much less coordinated when it came to clothing. His hair was messy, his jeans were too big at the ankles and his t-shirt appeared to be cutting off the blood flow to his arms because of its tightness. "We're fine." Max answered as he took Lyall's bag from him and kept it on his lap. Jane set off without another word, performing a u-turn at the end of the street and going back up the street. At that moment, another ambulance drove past. It was moving slower than the last, but the flashing lights and sirens indicated that there was still a disaster to be solved. As they drove, Max tried to keep the conversation alive. It was all small talk, but despite the long questions Lyall would answer curtly and keep his head down. Max nudged him with his forepaw and smiled to try to get Lyall to open up more, he liked it when Lyall was smiling and giggling, but it was hard to keep on loving a miserable introvert who was answering with a word or two. "I'm sorry." Lyall mouthed and shuffled about in his seat awkwardly.Upon arriving in Max's home, the fox carried Lyall's bags upstairs without even asking Lyall about it. Lyall had no choice but to follow Max to his room. "Dinner will be ready at six!" Jane shouted up at the pair, neither of them responded."Here's my room. Bathroom is at the other end of the hallway." Max pointed down the corridor as he opened the door to his room. Lyall didn't know what he was expecting, something gothic? Something boring and plain? Or something out of the ordinary. Fortunately, what Lyall was treated to was just an average sized bedroom with modest decorations.White walls with an indigo carpet that spread across all of the bedroom. Various decorations hung on the white walls: above Max' double bed there were hollow hexagons stuffed with trinkets and incomplete collections. They were arranged to form a larger hexagon with a hole in the center, going clockwise they changed from cerulean blue to tiger orange and then chartreuse green. His bed sheets were also stripped in that order, blue, orange and then green.He had two bed side tables that played host to two different night lamps. The first was a blue lava lamp and the second was a normal lamp which had a square base with a metal pole running up to support the bulb. A green, conical cover encircled the bulb itself to keep it protected. Next to his doorway there was a desk which played host to his homework, a laptop and a pot of stationary. Opposite from the desk, in front of the window, there was a TV that stood on a wooden coffee table. There were several consoles hooked up to the TV with games stacked next to them, Lyall couldn't name any of them. Finally, Max had a bookshelf which was the proper home for his games, pathetic collection of books and sports trophies. Max had a few posters plastered on every wall in reach and finally a sports kit had been pinned to the wall; once again Lyall's mind ran blank as it searched for a name."Where am I going to sleep?" Lyall asked, his teeth beginning to click in ecstasy again. Lyall had seen three doors on the landing, one for Max's room, one for his parents and one for the bathroom. Not only that but Max had a double bed, which probably meant that Lyall would get to share a bed with his love interest again. "Hah!" Max laughed to himself briefly. "I guess that I didn't think it through... Err.. You're sleeping in my bed then and I'll sleep there as well. No homo." Max grinned as he put down Lyall's bag and un-packed it for him.Nearly cavorting, Lyall excused himself by claiming that he needed the toilet.Max yawned as the TV screen flickered and turned off, he got up from the beanbag and stretched. "I didn't think that you'd be any good at video games." Max teased. "Especially not fighting ones." He stripped off his plaid shirt and tossed it somewhere, next he took off his jeans and moved towards his wardrobe. "I played a lot of them a while ago, looks like I've remembered well." Lyall smiled and started to get un-dressed. Max pulled night shorts on over his boxers. "Make sure that you sleep with underwear on." He said to Lyall as he moved to his Lyall's bag and took out his pajamas for him.Max frowned, "Where are your... Where are your pajamas?" Max asked. He pulled a few things out and found only tomorrow's clothes."Shit. I must have forgotten them." Lyall didn't seem too surprised, had he planned it? "Errr... Do you want me to sleep on the couch?""No. It won't be awkward so long as you wear boxers." Max said with a stoic expression as he whipped off his night shorts."What are you doing?" Lyall asked, glaring at Max's legs as he revealed them."Well if you're sleeping without pajamas so am I." Max kicked his shorts to the wall and climbed into bed. "Night." With that, he rolled over to face the wall and pulled the covers up.Awkwardly, but
ever so slightly delighted, Lyall got into bed next to him. For a while, he tried to look away from Max and to catch some sleep, but something was driving him wild. It was musk, a blend of them. There was something that smelt like rabbit musk, his own, and then fox musk, Max's. Lyall went giddy as it floated into his nose, he was young, but couldn't resist the effects of musk. The combination was coming from his pillow, he imagined that Max had spunked under there and then had tried to cover it up by slapping a pillow on it.Lyall went on sniffing the musk for what seemed like hours, he stopped when he heard Max snoring. On instinct and primal drive, he buried his head in the pillow and inhaled deeply. His legs and tail twitched as the more feral side of his lust kicked in. He rolled over to face his love interest, who was sleeping on his back. His snores were sonorous, but made him even more adorable. Max looked innocent whilst he slept, his body was limp and his mouth hung open. Lyall pulled back the covers.and stared at Max's package, he was erect, at full-mast in his boxers. Another bulge became present in Lyall's boxers.Panting silently, he became turned on and worried. It was delectable, all snug and warm in Max's boxers. Yet, it was wrong to admire Max whilst he slept. Lyall's gaze drifted form Max's boxers to his muscles, they were toned and perfectly sized for their age; not too big and not too small. He imagined that Max had a strong grip and that he was a great hugger. He was the symbol of manliness and his bushy pubic fur only added to that image. His arms pits and his chest were covered in pubic fur and as Lyall stared closely at Max's chin, he saw that he was slowly growing a beard. His size made everything better, he was a giant compared to the miniature rabbit. Lyall smiled and gently stroked Max's arm, no response from the fox. Lyall took his forepaw away, what would happen if he was caught? Would he let it happen and understand that Lyall's lusts were too big and powerful for him to control; that temptation already had control of Lyall's body.With chary actions, Lyall removed Max's boxers, rubbing the fabric and Max's arm as he went. Max's cock stood erect and tall, his boxers had been compressing it against his crotch and forcing it to stop growing, but now without the barrier it seemed to flare up more. It was an angry red, as if he hadn't released his seed in months. The veins on it criss-crossed and covered his entire length. Where as his length was more crimson red, his knot was so swollen that it appeared to be purple and ready to burst. Lyall was captivated by it's glory, he was ready to get down and pay worship to it.Lyall reached out with his forepaw and stroked Max's matchless body with undulating movements, trying to lull him into a deep sleep
before Lyall began to play with his thick cock. He did his best not to pull on Max's fur, but couldn't help himself from rubbing the soft fur of his sheath. Lyall nuzzled it, rubbing his nose against the small circle and taking in more of the musk that had clogged the air. Lyall gasped and opened his mouth wide, he stopped and studied Max's cock for a moment. It was even better than he'd imagined now that he was about to envelop into his mouth, it was too good to be swallowed by a maw or an ass; he needed it to be in his forepaws.Lyall reached out and touched the tip of Max's chalice, it was bone hard and felt amazing. Lyall tried to squish it between two fingers and found that it was rather difficult to get it to bend. Lyall pulled his forepaws back when he heard Max groan, was he awake?! Terrified Lyall froze up and then noticed that Max was still in a deep sleep, but had been disturbed by Lyall's pinching. Giggling to himself, Lyall stroked Max's nipples and caressed his chest again. After one stroke he went down to Max's balls and jingled the furry orbs, letting them slap against his palm. He imagined what they would feel like, slapping against his ass when Max drove his knot into Lyall's tailhole. He thought of how they would taste in his maw when Max took Lyall by the hair and pushed the rabbit against his treasures. Lyall gripped Max's cock with his forepaw as he fantasied, biting his lip with a glazed look in his brown eyes. He stroked, going all the way down to Max's knot and to the exiguous amount of length beneath it. "Maybe we shouldn't be doing this." A part of Lyall's brain whispered to him, there was a familiar voice to it that stung Lyall's brain. "What would Dad say?" It said with growing volume. "It's wrong! It's rape! If you love him stop it!" Indents emerged in his lower lip as a frisson came to him. His fapping became more ragged and out of synch, furious almost. He stopped, taking his forepaw away from Max's cock. He was worried that his relentless, but sloppy, handjob had woken Max up and that his worst fears were about to become true.Lyall tucked Max's erection back into his boxers, making sure that the rock-hard tool would be comfortable when it went down. Lyall didn't know how to make it go down without violating Max further, he just hopped that Max wouldn't wake up to see his unusually tented boxers or Lyall's forepaw that were slick with pre. Lyall rolled over and peered down at his own erection. Even in the darkness he could see what little length he'd been cursed with compared to what Max had been blessed with. Lyall began touching his cock as he thought about Max's own length, he was ravenous for it to be inside of him.Lyall's forepaw glided
over his pre covered cock with adroit skill, he'd had enough practice to know how to give himself a good orgasm. He would stop when he felt a climax coming along, but even that was hard when Lyall was truly horny; now was one of those times. Lyall shut his eyes tightly and erupted into quick, desperate movements, his arm knocking against Max every now and again. Lyall's mind drifted onto the subject of Max, at first it was about his body, but soon the bad thoughts plagued Lyall's mind."You're not worth it. He wouldn't like you anyway. You couldn't make Max happy if you tried. He's straight. And if he was gay, he'd use for sex." A voice shouted in Lyall's mind, replacing all of his thoughts. Lyall remembered the voice and all the bad things about them, how he'd cried when they left him to fend for himself. How ,even though they'd been mean to him, they'd broken him by leaving. If he was gay... Lyall thought. If he was gay, Max would have spoken about it by now. They'd spoken about it immediately, but then again the two of them had been closer than any couple before them.Lyall slowly pulled up his boxers as tears bubbled up in his eyes and before long he was lying face down trying to contain his tears. The covers were pulled up over Lyall's face to safeguard him from the world, but Lyall didn't notice Max's ministrations. The fox moved to put an arm around Lyall to offer his aegis, but pulled it back before they made contact. What if Lyall didn't want it to be protected? Max had heard the wet slap of a cock being fapped only a minute ago and rabbit musk had filled the air. Because of that he was believing in Lyall's sanity more than ever, he doubted that Lyall would touch himself amorously if he were depressed; he didn't believe that any fur would masturbate if something bad was going on.Max didn't know that Lyall was masturbating because of him, but had watched with one eye open.Thanks For Reading!As always please tell me if you spot any mistakes! :)Story, Characters and Locations © Kalebthecat