A Good Friend
It's Stan's 18th birthday, and his girlfriend is, predictably, too busy studying to come. For years, the darkly intriguing Alfie has been a better friend to him than she's ever been.
Stan had kind of messed up the whole business of having friends. Apart from family, he only had one guest at his 18th birthday party. While he was a bit conscious of this, the orange fox didn't hugely mind. He still had one close friend, and he knew that made him incredibly lucky all things considered.
He was sitting in the back seat with Alfie, and his mum drove. Alfie was a dark-grey wolf, slumped into the corner carelessly. His slightly pudgy frame was dwarfed by a baggy old hoodie.
There were other people he got along with, of course. But they were all busy. It was kind of odd that Alfie would be the one to pull through. It's not that they didn't get along. They did, famously. It's just that Stan had good grades and stuck to the rules where Alfie really didn't. "So how's Marissa been?" he asked.
"She's grand," said Stan stiffly. Marissa was a model student, even more than himself. She was best known as that demure cat with the blue fur who was never seen without at least one textbook, just in case she could snatch another few minutes of cramming. She was dedicated and commendable and probably the most employable person in a hundred miles. What's more, she was cute too, and Stan knew he was lucky and should be happier. But she didn't have the most generous spirit, as demonstrated by how she was, predictably, too busy studying to go to her boyfriend's birthday.
Alfie nodded. He knew better than to push it. "That's nice. Brianna's good too."
"I_know_ she's good. She's my sister. I live with her."
The car pulled into the drive and they all wombled out. Brianna came outside to greet Alfie, who let her nuzzle him for a few seconds. He wasn't too enthusiastic about Public Displays of Affection. Despite being a bit protective, Stan didn't mind. 'Cute Little Chirpy Red Fox' with 'Grumpy but Privately Affectionate Dark Wolf' was too obviously cute to be uncomfortable with.
There was the usual birthday rigmarole of cake and candles and singing. Once Brianna was preoccupied with cake and a glass of red wine, Stan and Alfie were left alone in the fox's room. Alfie had insisted on checking his SuperGem X roleplay.
"Is your ex still on that site?" Stan asked.
"Yup," said Alfie, who, to his credit, genuinely didn't give a shit. "She has a different character now. She plays Kate because she knows all the guy fans have a huge hard-on for Kate. And a few girls do too, obviously."
"Kate_is_ pretty hot," Stan conceded. He'd never completely trusted Alfie, but he served a great function in his life in that he was one of the few people he could talk about girls to without being self-conscious. Even though he was much more obviously cool than Stan, they had some common ground in that they were rubbish at social interaction in the exact same way: being nervous about saying the wrong thing, not knowing what other people's boundaries were. They didn't have to worry about that with each other. Besides, his other world of backstreets and sleaze had an allure in how it was all so different and intimidating.
Stan shook himself and carried on. "Yeah, sorry, drifted there. Kate is hot, but I never understood the hype. She's not exactly on par with Tiffany Hart."
"Tiffany Hart?"
"Do you know Destiny Warriors?"
"No. Sounds kinda lame."
"It is pretty heavily dorky, but you have _got_to see Tiffany Hart. She's unabashed fan service."
Stan scooted the computer over from Alfie' lap to his. A search of her name produced a page of black-cat-lady images. She was hot in a conventional way - big boobs with a belly top and shorts - but more successfully so than average.
"She was my first love," said Stan. "Like, when you're a tiny kid and there's the one character who makes you feel tingly."
"I would tap that," said Alfie. "And then I would stop tapping that, and then I would tap that again."
His incoherent babble of horniness made it obvious that they both wanted to get off to the pictures but couldn't because they were lying next to each other.
Alfie had an idea.
He started poking Stan all over his torso. On his chest, in his sides, on his belly.
"What?" said Stan.
"I'm trying something," said Alfie.
The little jabs were sending sensations all around him. Clearly, Alfie knew where to find someone's sensory weak spots. In a swift motion, he pulled away the laptop before Stan could stop him. Without really realising, he'd been hiding a bulge underneath.
Stan looked up to see if Alfie had noticed, but, of course, it was the entire point. "I guess that's for Tiffany," he said passively. "Same as mine."
Stan wrung his hands. "Yeah, totally. Of course."
"Or I could give you a handjob."
"That works too. But your girlfriend is in the other room."
"Fuck it."
"And_I_ have a girlfriend."
"Like you care. Or she'll ever find out."
Stan mulled this over quickly. Why was he so immediately inclined to cheat? Because really, he'd only just met Marissa recently, and Alfie had been his friend for years. A good friend. That's more than Marissa was being. It clearly wasn't going to last. This could just be the funeral bells for the relationship. "Yeah, sure, go for it."
No ceremony needed, Alfie immediately started unbuttoning Stan's fly, staying lying down. He pulled Stan's cock out from his boxers. "Nice," he grinned, impressed at its girth, and he started to move his hand up and down. "Don't worry, I'll make it quick. You won't last too long."
Stan laughed. He was probably right. It was weird but great how natural this was, how there was no awkwardness to it. There was no kissing, but they were smiling much more easily than whenever he'd hooked up with Marissa. Their tails reached out and entwined, hanging on for support as they became breathless.
And there was no denying the thrill of Brianna being just in the other room. He tried to keep track of her voice and see if she was coming, but Alfie saw this. "Don't tense up. I'll keep an ear out."
Stan lasted just shy of ten minutes without meaning to. It was force of habit more than anything. He always made himself last a while because of all those horror stories about premature ejaculation, and now he almost went the opposite direction. But he was still very new to all this and was easily susceptible. When his breath tightened, Alfie sat forward a bit to cup his other hand just above the head. It took a few seconds longer than usual, but he came, and came hard. Most of the threads shot directly into Alfie' palm, though some of them flew up Stan's t-shirt. Alfie chuckled in satisfaction, then in disbelief as five seconds had passed and Stan's cock kept steadily spurting. It kept going for about ten or twelve seconds before he was done.
"Jesus," Stan tried to stifle a laugh. "Should I be worried?"
"Nah, that's normal," said Alfie. "You come more if you're with someone else."
"You mean my genitals can tell if they have company? How does that work?"
"I dunno, but my hand is completely covered in your jizz. I better clean up. I'll bring some tissue back for you."
Stan was just standing up to go fetch a new t-shirt when Alfie opened the door and walked into Brianna.
Keep the head, Stan assured himself. He was out of her line of vision.
"Hey, Alfie, have you seen Stan?" she said.
"I think he went out for some air," Alfie said breezily.
Brianna paused, smiling coyly. She always knew when something was up. "What were you doing in there?"
"I was just using the-"
Brianna grabbed his left wrist and pulled his hand up, smiling widely. There was no denying it. The sticky substance stuck out way too much against his black fur. "Jesus, at least use the bathroom when you want to get off."
Alfie shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "Yeah, well, uh-"
"It's not often I see you embarrassed," said Brianna. She looked over her shoulder quickly. Nobody coming. She turned and quickly took his index finger in her mouth, then pulled it away, sucking off all the come. Alfie squirmed uncomfortably, but she licked the come off each of his fingers in turn. Looking him in the eye, she made a deliberate swallowing motion.
"You forgot what you have me for," she said. "Now go clean yourself up properly." She turned on her heel and went back into the kitchen for more cake.
Alfie looked back in the room at Stan, who was still clutching his spent cock, staring not at but through the wall.
"Well, that's what you get for cheating," said Alfie, and went off to the bathroom for tissue.