Teenage Troubles (Edition 1, Chapter 9)
Chapter 9LyallLyall backed away from his computer quickly, both thrilled and disturbed by what he had seen. His own erection was throbbing in his boxers and although Lyall was yet to reach down and touch himself, he was as stiff as he could be. Lyall sat down on his bed with the images of Max running through his mind, to Lyall Max's every move was poetry, his every word gospel.Lyall continued to resist the urge to masturbate but continued to think sexual thoughts of Max's body. He could picture Max wrapping his arms around Lyall's body and getting naughty with him. He imagined Max's warm, strong hands slipping below the waist of Lyall's boxers and touching his sheath as he whispered "Do you want to have sex tonight?" For Lyall, those words from Max's voice would be enough to make him do absolutely anything, well almost.The imaginary Max in Lyall's mind continued to coax the rabbit into doing something dirty. Max lifted Lyall's shirt off of him and kissed down his back, he nuzzled his nose against Lyall's hips and slowly pulled down his jeans. Lyall moved his hands around his body in real life as he thought about the fox, soon Lyall's hand brushed over his cock. Lyall quivered with new found pleasure and looked down at the bulge that was captured by his boxers and trousers.He began taking off his clothes, his heart beating in his chest. 'Du dun. Du dun." Lyall could hear his own hear beat as he got closer and closer to touching his own penis. When he was finally in the nude, he sat on the edge of the bed and reached out with a finger to touch the base of his 4 inch cock. Contact was made and it was suddenly like Lyall's entire body had been seized with ice. He stayed still for a moment because he was in love with the feeling of his sensitive cock. Wanting to savor every moment, Lyall moved his finger slower than a snail as he brushed it up his length. He stopped when he got to his cock hole and lightly pushed on it, he giggled to himself and stood up. Having ignited his own libido after many years of complete chastity, he closed the blinds and opened up the browser on his computer. He made sure to keep a finger dancing about on the pink love-muscle as he typed into the search bar "Gy.com"; the most popular site to find gay yiff.He was instantly faced with art work and pictures of gay men banging each other in very exotic ways. Lyall continued to scroll through the porn and with each lap of the length of his cock, he came closer and closer to be blowing his load. Lyall mostly manly muscles pressed up against one another in showers, locker rooms and occasionally against walls, but one thing caught his eye.He stopped stroking himself and stared at the image for a while. It was a photograph that was taken when cameras were still black and white; well, it looked like that, but upon closer inspection the
quality was too good to be that o d, but was in fact fairly recent. He clicked on the image and followed the link through to a website under the name of, 'Fuck a fox.com' or FAF for short. His heart skipped a beat about a minute in when he saw a very intriguing picture. It must have been the same photographer because the image was once again black and white, but the quality was still stunning. Lyall looked in the corner to see that this image was signed with fancy writing, 'Florent.' it read. The image itself was of a lovely, young adult fennec who had been graced with fur that looked incredibly soft and luxurious. The photograph was clean, but the position that the fennec fox lay in was still enough to turn Lyall on. The fennec was on all fours and appeared to be crawling towards the camera with a very teasing smile on his face. Lyall clicked on the image to go through to see who had posted it, but was faced with a broken page.Nothing was organized at all, the pages script could be seen where the text would have been and the image was nothing, but a grey square. Lyall tried to read a bit of it and managed to pick up the name, 'Corbs.' Lyall was confused, he'd thought that the fennec's name was Florent, but now he thought that it was 'Corbs.' Both were odd names to him, but still he found the fox attractive.Lyall was about to get back to masturbating when a call came through to the home phone. Its noise ringed through out the house and Lyall turned off the computer and dashed to get it. He picked it up and listened, but it already gone through to voice mail. Still, it played it to him. "Lyall. Your father and I are moving onto Ezil for some quick charity work, we'll be back next week. Your sister knows, so don't worry. Lots of love bye!"It was all in his mother's shrill and annoying voice. Most kids were used to their parents voice, but his mother's voice only infuriated Lyall. He put the phone down and went back to his bed, he'd been overcome with a sudden tiredness. Maybe it was just his mother's tiring and monotone voice. Lyall lay back in bed, it didn't matter too much to him that he was about to waste the evening; he still had Sunday.Lyall got up late in the morning, despite having a very late night. It was 11:34 by the time he dragged himself out of bed and slugged into the bathroom to get ready for the day. He was hoping that Max wouldn't come calling, he wanted a day or two just to clear his head and relax. In other words he wanted to try to masturbate again before his parents got home.He messed with his hair in the mirror, he pushed his long fringe from right to left in order to get his black hair to cover on of his eyes. In the end (although it made no difference) he settled for having his fringe on the left. Without bothering to throw on any new clothes, aside from a pair of tight black boxers with a bulge in the front where his sheath was, he walked
downstairs and sat on the couch.He flicked on the TV and started watching it out of boredom. Normally Lyall would go upstairs and stare at his roof to clear his head, but since he was home alone he could do anything he wanted. He clicked in the three digit number of 987 and soon the image of a nearly naked woman sitting on a bed alone was displayed.Lyall had purposely clicked on to one of those live phone sex shows in which viewers would get to watch a female tease some fur and the viewer by making sexual noises and jiggling their boobs out. There were of course some sick freaks who could jack off to it all day, fortunately Lyall was not one of them and wanted to experiment.He carried on watching for a straight 10 minutes as the tabby cat fondled her boobs and made sounds that were either choking on air or choking on dick... The vixen was probably in her thirties or something older. Her fur was ginger in most places; her chest, paws and hands were all white. Her eyes were a deep green color, capable of attracting any horny straight male fur with just a wink.Which was probably why the woman was doing nothing for Lyall. With a sigh, he turned off the TV with the remote and lay back against the sofa. Not even the skimpy bikini could turn him on or even make him do a double-take. At that moment in time, Lyall would have turned on the male version of the shower, if such a thing existed. Apparently 'TV porn' was limited to females and females thinking of men.Lyall sat around for a moment, but soon heard the door being knocked. He shot off of the couch and panicked slightly, he was half naked and he needed to answer the door. With quick thinking he dashed into the kitchen, grabbed a white towel and wrapped himself in it to cover his lower half. His nipples didn't really need covering, since he'd taped them over with black tape once again (something he'd forgotten to do when he was over at Max's house.)He unlocked the door and tried to peer through the peep-hole, to find that he could see no fur. He opened the door slightly, "Hello? Who is it?" He called out in the most normal voice he could muster. With lightning speed a booted foot was stuck through the gap in the door, but didn't force it open just yet. "It's Quinn." A voice replied.Lyall's heart skipped a beat and he attempted to close the door. "Lyall! Let me in!" Quinn demanded, pushing against the door to keep it slightly open. "Lyall I'm sorry about yesterday, we need to speak.""No! Go away, please!" Lyall begged, afraid of the wolf outside."Lyall I didn't mean to say all of that. I didn't mean to insult you! I like you." Quinn said, lowering his voice on the last part. "I like you." He repeated, he stopped pushing on the door and Lyall slammed it shut.Lyall looked through the door to see Quinn standing outside looking very nervous, the way he held himself was nothing like the confident wolf Lyall had seen only
yesterday. The grey wolf was standing in large black boots, beige cargo pants and a black tank top. He was sporting muscles slightly bigger than Max's. Quinn's red eyes looked sad, he was starring at the door pondering on what to do next. After seconds of thought, he walked away from the door with his head hung in shame.Lyall felt one of his heart strings twing, he opened the door. "Quinn." He said. The grey wolf's ears shot up and he turned back to Lyall with a happy expression. "Yes?!" He chirped, before Lyall had even said anymore Quinn was back up the pathway waiting outside the doorway. Lyall smiled,"You can come in. I'm sorry for being a dick." Lyall apologized."Don't worry about it. I was mean to you yesterday." Quinn said, stepping inside and closing the door. "Oh."Quinn towered over Lyall as he looked down at the nearly naked rabbit. "Sorry!" Lyall cried, pulling the towel closer to himself. "I'll go and get changed." Lyall stated and was about to turn and go upstairs."No it's alright. I don't mind. we're both guys here, right?" Quinn joked, digging Lyall on the arm. "Sorry." He apologized and rubbed Lyall's arm for him. Lyall smiled at the grey wolf and took him into the living room.Quinn looked around at everything like a child and couldn't keep his eyes still for just a second. "So what do we need to speak about?" Lyall asked. Quinn sighed, "I have schizophrenia." He admitted suddenly. "Sorry, that was a little out of the blue." Quinn chuckled, but soon stopped. Lyall felt like shit for being an asshole to Quinn since they were introduced. "I'm sorry to hear that. I'm sorry about lashing out at you yesterday..." Lyall apologized until Quinn quit him off. "Stop apologizing for everything!" Quinn shouted. "Sorry about that." He added when Lyall flinched and withdrew."Is there anyway I can make it up to you?" Lyall asked, scooping up Quinn's hand and looking up at him with puppy eyes."Well... there is one thing you could do it.""Name it and I'll do it! Promise!" Lyall chirped, "I'm happy to help.""I'm worried that I'm well... not straight? I guess... I was wondering if you could help me experiment."
"What?!" Lyall cried in shock, taking his hand off of Quinn's."I'm sorry for asking." Quinn muttered and got up to leave."No, no! It's alright. Sit back down please, I'll help. What do you want me to do?" Lyall asked."Could we go in your room please? It'll make me feel more comfortable.""Of course we can." Lyall happily took his new friend upstairs and into his room where he sat Quinn down on the bed.Lyall dropped the towel from around his waist allowing Quinn to see his erection. Quinn blushed and looked away awkwardly, Lyall tried to make it feel better for him and turned around as he lowered his boxers. Unknown to Lyall, Quinn quickly took a picture of the naked rabbit and saved it to his phone. Lyall turned around just after
Quinn had put his phone away to show Quinn his hard-on.Quinn whistled and took off his own tank top before stripping down to the nude as-well. He shoved his clothes in a pile far away from the 'splash-zone.' Quinn showed off a much bigger erection than Lyall, then again he had a thick knot that was waiting to be touched. This time around Lyall blushed in the presence of the big cock and lay down in his bed, facing away from Quinn.He reached back and pulled one of his cheeks towards him, so that Quinn could see his tail-hole. "Here..." Lyall instructed. "It's my first, could you go slow?" Lyall asked."I thought you weren't gay..." Quinn said in surprise."Well I am, sorry for not telling you. This is an experiment for me as well." Lyall admitted."Don't worry. I don't want anal anyway, I was thinking more like oral. Is that alright?""I'd be happy to!" Lyall chirped and got out of the sexual position to kneel in front of the big cock.
"Could I take a photo please? I have a folder on my computer that my other half knows about, this'll help me convince him that you're a friend." Quinn explained. "Of course." Lyall smiled, happy that Quinn called him a friend. Quinn quickly snapped a photo of Lyall kneeling in front of his dick, "Thanks." Quinn smiled devilishly. "Could you put in your mouth for me to take another photo?" Quinn asked. Lyall nodded and plopped the tip of his cock in his maw and moved his mouth forwards to absorb the dick into his mouth.Lyall could already smell Quinn's musk building up and overpowering Lyall's nose. Beads of sweat, both Quinn's and Lyall's, rolled down Lyall's fur as he rested the cock on his tongue; waiting for Quinn to take a photo. He looked up at Quinn as he took the photo, "That's adorable." Quinn laughed, although it wasn't a very friendly laugh. "Now then, why don't you be a good bitch and suck it?" Quinn demanded, his whole demeanor changing to a more aggressive one."Oh Quinn." Lyall chuckled. "Is this your schizophrenia again? Do you need me to explain everything that's happened in the past half an hour or so?" Lyall asked, hoping that he could help his friend. "You're a little thick!" Quinn laughed, slapping Lyall on the back in a less than playful way. "I'm not schizophrenic at all! You sir, have been played!" Quinn couldn't stop laughing as he announced his dirty trick to Lyall.Lyall on the other hand, felt his heart sink. "Bastard!" He shouted, punching the wolf in his muscular chest. "I trusted you and you fucking, and you!""Took pictures of you in the nude? Yeah, I did." Quinn stuck out his tongue. "You have a nice ass by the way." Quinn turned the phone around to show the picture of Lyall getting un-dressed. "Delete that!" Lyall demanded, standing up."What filter do you want?" Quinn asked, ignoring Lyall's demands. "What filter would Max want?" Quinn teased."Who fucking cares what Max wants?!"
Lyall screamed. "Delete the pictures now!""Or... I could send them to our friend Max. Sure he wants to see you in the nude.""Don't you dare!" Lyall said, jumping on Quinn to get the phone.From one swift kick to the chest, Lyall was lying on the ground hunched over in pain. "Now now Lyall. That's no way to ask. Why don't you say please." Quinn cupped a hand around his ear and leaned towards Lyall. "Go on...""Please." Lyall said as he gasped for breath."Of course I will friend!" Quinn smiled. "Of course I'll send them to Max!" Quinn laughed and punched in Max's number to send him a text, reading out each number as he went. "Quinn! Stop! I'll do anything!" Lyall quickly begged. Quinn stopped upon hearing 'I'll do anything!'"Anything?" He repeated."Anything." Quinn spread his legs out and pointed to his still erect penis."Suck it!" He demanded.Lyall was on his knees in front of Quinn in seconds and his mouth was filled with the musky, knotted, canine penis again. He sucked on it lightly, hoping to pleasure Quinn as much as possible. Although he had never done anything like oral before, he hoped that if Quinn was happy by the end of it, he'd delete the pictures and let Lyall forget about this rape.He wanted to bite down on Quinn's cock and make him pay, but it was as if Quinn could read minds "Bite me and the whole school will see the nudes!" He threatened. "Yeah, go ahead and try." He spat. Quinn shoved his chalice to the back of Lyall's throat, causing poor Lyall to gag on the penis and withdraw it from his move. "Why did you stop!?" Quinn demanded."You made me choke!" Lyall hissed, coughing as he let his throat recover for a second."Get back to it you slut." Quinn ordered.Quinn grabbed Lyall by the hair and forced him to once again suckle on his penis. Lyall rested his hands on Quinn's legs and did his best to stroke his legs as he went about the blow job. Soon he felt a gentle, but terrifying finger run itself through Lyall's face fur. "It feels great, keep on sucking slut. I bet you love how it tastes any way."Quinn came close to his orgasm and shoved his knot deep into Lyall's soft lips, forcing him to suck on it until he came. He pushed Lyall's head onto his dick as much as possible, so that his nose was pressing against his stomach. Lyall had to use all his will power not to bite down in fear as he felt cum shooting into his mouth and running down his throat.Trails of the man milk leaked out of the sides of his mouth and ran down, dripping on to the bed on after another. Quinn pulled out and Lyall lapped up the little dribbles of cum. "Well done you little slut. Took it like a man." Quinn accused as he stood up and started getting his clothes back on."Will you delete the pictures now?" Lyall asked, ashamed of what he had done, but happy that it was over."Nah, sent 'em to Max already."Lyall's
heart sank as low as possible and he collapsed onto the floor. "Why would you do that?" Lyall asked."Felt like it. Should have sucked harder little man! See ya." Quinn laughed and walked out of Lyall's house as fast as possible, worried that Lyall would call the police.Instead, Lyall sat in his bedroom, sniffling to himself as he thought about how fucked his life was.