Bad texting

Story by alverick on SoFurry

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#1 of Secrets

Wanted to try something light this time around. Warning, this is some gay shit. Also there is cussing. Hence why i just said shit.


Slaps. Slaps right on the ass. That was the main thing I wasn't expecting today, though I really should have.

"Nice job bro!" *slap*

"Woof Woof!" *slap*

"Nice work out there!" *slap*

Fucking hell, why did they ever introduce such a homoerotic tradition into football?

"Hey! Nice work with that last play, captain!" someone shouts out, half stripped down.

"Not as good as your foot work out there, Jones!" I shout back, trying to slip off my scratchy gear. Shower? Nah, I was fine. "And hey, Martinez, I saw that catch back in the last few minutes, too good!"

God, I can't get out of here fast enough. It was so loud, and my heart's beating so fucking fast it feels like it's gonna burst. Is it weird I'm more anxious now than at the start of this game?

"Oh, hey, wanted to tell ya that Christi, that smoking hot cheerleader wanted ta meet with ya after the game. If ya know what I mean." Chris jokes, lightly punching me in the arm.

"Ah, hell no." I say. "That slut'll spread her legs for anyone. Pretty sure she just hasn't gone through the football team cause she was so damn busy with everyone else."

"C'mon, you really about ta complain bout' free sex?" he asks.

"Look, you can take her if you want, but I'm busy." I say.

"What, studying? Jerkin' off?" he asks mockingly.

"Nah, screwing someone a hella lot tighter than Christi." I say, putting on the rest of my stuff and head off.

"So that mean Christi's open season?" someone asks.

"Hey, go for it, if you want." I say, walking out as fast as I can while trying to seem natural.

What would it be like this time? Last time we won a game by so much . . . well, I couldn't walk straight for days. Not to mention how much my balls ached.

I snicker to myself, thinking of all the things I'd finally be able to do. Once every few weeks definitely isn't enough.

*Bing*

I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone.

Hey, meat head, U gonna cum ovr and hang out 2nite?

"God damn it, Daniel."

Or U gona be 2 bsy screwing sum slut?

_ Good God, Daniel, use actual words instead of this bull._

_ O, s00000 sry yur mjsty, dnt meen 2 ^set U_

_ Gonna come over there to knock some sense into you._

_ Gr8, C U s00n, m8_

_ _

_ N0 homo_

_ _

_ M8 as in aussie slang_

_ Driving!_

_ I kno_

Oh, god he's infuriating. Had such nice plans for tonight, and now it's all gone. Mood ruined. Don't even want to do it anymore. That dufus.

I continue grumbling under my breath as I continue to drive into his apartment. I mean, does anyone actually text like that? Makes no sense. I mean, come on people, grammar!

Oh, god, I'm becoming my mother. I pull up to the parking spaces reserved for the apartment tenants, parking in my guest spot. Well, mine considering that I came here so often that no one parked in this particular space anymore.

I get out of my car, slamming the old thing shut while I jog to his apartment, still fuming.

I get to his door, knock five times, and just swing it open, finding-

"Well hello there." Daniel says, in nothing but black lace panties, spread out on the couch.

"Hello, Danny." I say, throwing my bag down by the side of the door, walking straight past him and heading to the shower.

"Um, hello? Sexy fox spread out for the meat head." He says "C'mon, I thought we were gonna screw each other's brains out!"

"Showering." I say, still grumbling. "And maybe after I'll cook us a nice dinner, Danny."

"Uh." He says, getting up and throwing the panties off. Not sexy or anything, more like it was getting in his way. "I was wearing the panties and everything! I sent you the texts, c'mon, no angry sex?"

I turn around, glaring at him. "Danny."

"Mark." He says, a huge grin on his face, revealing those white teeth against that . . . soft scarlet fur and cute . . . muzzle stripes-

"Danny." I say sternly, turning around and going back into the shower. I hear him let out a sigh, but I just keep stripping.

Yup, definitely not going to go back, pick him up, throw him onto the bed and . . . damn it, just play it cool.

I get into the shower and turn on the water, enjoying the cold on my sore body.

I let out a sigh, wondering what I was doing. How long has it been since we started this whole thing? Me sneaking around for the hook ups, all the suggestive texts, the secret signals, the winks, pass-by's, secret gropes, a lot of "study sessions", and . . . far too few of them. I really shouldn't waste my time. But I will not just give in and let this go. If I do he'll just keep trying to aggravate me.

The water starts to warm up, and like clockwork, he sneaks in. I wonder how many times we've done this bit? Not enough to get tired of it, since my heart seems to be skipping a few beats.

Silently, he gets in, getting in close and under the stream.

"So, considering everything, I'm guessing you're mad." He says. "Any way I can apologize?" he asks rather meekly.

"Promise not do text like that?" I ask, keeping as stern of a face that I could around him.

"Nope. Too funny to see you angry." He says, chuckling to himself.

I smile a little. "Yeah, that's like you, alright." I say as I turn around and slam him against the shower wall. He gasps, in genuine surprise. But I don't let up. I smash my face into his, mouth opening, tongues invading, tasting saliva and that special something only my fox had.

He tries to push away, but I grind against him all the harder. He probably hates this, not being in control that is.

He starts feeling me up with his paws, but I push away, making him whimper before he could even realize that he actually made a sound remotely submissive.

He pants, hands against the shower wall, ears burning red and pulled back, tail between his legs with the cutest angry face I've ever seen. "Next time warn a fella . . ."

"Promise." I say, smirking smugly. I turn off the water and step out, and he does the same. We dry fast, and leave the room as fast as we can, heading straight for his bedroom.

"You know, I'm pretty tired after such a long game." I say, jumping on the bed and putting my arms around my head. "Think I'll just unwind for tonight. Actually, think you can just help me relax?"

He smirks, knowing just what I wanted. "Anything for my big bad wolf." He says, climbing onto the bed, right over me. He places his hands on my shoulders, slowly kneading the stress out of them.

"Mmm, magic fingers, like always." He giggles, moving his paws from my shoulder to my arms, helping me relax. I feel my eyes drift, going over his currently naked body. He wasn't really slender or fit, but more like just a normal kind of figure, with the slightest bit of pudge. But it was soft, and he hated when I rubbed his belly. Naturally I did it often.

He moves down from my arm, placing pressure and rubbing out any stress in them, even feeling my fairly large arms for just a second. He wouldn't admit it, but he had it pretty bad for me. But I'm pretty guilty of the same. I see his snow white sheath, chubbing up a bit, and he must notice my stare since he tries to cover it up with that fluffy tail of his. Something apparently all foxes take pride in.

He goes to my chest, pressing down and leaning closer, slowly starting to nibble my ears. I glance up and smirk, putting my paws on his back and dragging him closer, pressing his body against my own.

"Such a horny little fox." I say as I start licking and nibbling his neck. He shudders as he feels those sharp teeth grazing him, and his paws start sliding down my chest. Slowly, rubbing and scratching along the way, they reach over to their target, gripping and stroking at my sheath.

Not gonna lie. It took a lot of will power to keep it soft, so when he touched it, well, let's just say that it really did shoot up like a red rocket.

"Hey, you denied me my angry sex." He says, still pouting over it. "Used to get it all the time, but now it has to be all slow and-"

I flip him over and smash my muzzle into his, stuffing my tongue down his throat as I pry his legs apart and grab his now hard cock.

I growl loud and finally pull back. "Want it that bad? I'll give it to ya." I say, smiling in the way only a hungry wolf can.

I flip him over again, pushing his head down into the pillows before he can say anything. With him, momentum is key. And I'm not stopping for shit.

I hold him down with a paw on his back, slowly leaning down and pulling his tail up. I stick my muzzle under it, sniffing carefully. He always smelt like cherries and musk down there. At least I know he washes under here. Makes the next part easier.

"What are you doooiiiiiinnnnggg?!!?!?!" he says, managing to get his head out of the pillows, just in time for me to start licking his pucker. I slowly trail over it, giving it little kisses and nibbles every now and then before another long lick. He tasted pretty . . . interesting. A bit salty, something sweet, and slightly musky kind of taste.

"S-Stop it!" he says, gripping the sheets and biting his lower lip to keep from moaning to loud. I start to lick harder, somewhat to spite him. He was always really embarrassed whenever I did this sort of thing. He thought it was dirty.

I pull back, just to spit on his tail hole. He squeals, burying his face into the pillows again. I go down and lick harder, getting my tongue a bit deeper into that tight star of his. I let go of his tail to reach around him and grab his throbbing prick, finally stuffing the entirety of my tongue into him.

He starts convulsing and shaking as I wriggle my way inside of him, pumping his cock while he makes a mess of the sheets with all the pre-cum he's spraying out.

I keep teasing him, licking all of his favorite places, including his little nut, and gripping down on his knot. I feel his legs tense, his toes curl, his mouth goes wide open, but he can't bring himself to say anything, his whole body shakes, and he inevitably pushes back, letting out a long moan.

I lick deeper, getting lost in the sensations. His entrance squeezing my tongue. The heat from his body. His scent, almost palpable. The jolts and shivers that're all my fault.

He bites down on a pillow, almost tearing it as he lets out a long, slow groan, squeezing down on my tongue even harder. I take my hand from his back, and he automatically arches it. I take my muzzle away and stuff a few fingers into him, not giving him any time to rest.

I start fucking him with my fingers, hitting his prostate every time as I start slowly licking his taint and balls, faintly blowing on his tail hole, scraping my teeth along his inner thigh, and all the other things that drives him crazy.

He finally gives up, clenching down and moaning as he finally gives in and starts spraying out cum everywhere, shooting it all over my paw and the sheets. I grin, pushing my fingers even deeper and making sure they were massaging his nut.

I pull my fingers out of him, and let go of his spent cock.

He lays flat onto the bed, panting, eyes glazed over from the intensity of his recent orgasm. I slowly lie down next to him, licking his cum off of my fingers, even moaning for good measure.

"Ha . . . such . . . a fucking . . . tease." He says, taking deep breathes. I just smirk, stroking the side of his face with my paw, pulling on top of me and locking muzzles with him. I don't stuff my tongue in his muzzle this time, but I just press my face into his, enjoying the closeness.

I pull back, and he has the cutest smile on his face. His "stupid smile" for lack of a better name. "Hey Danny."

"Yeah?" he asks, dazed.

"This was the hand that was in your ass." I say.

He immediately slaps my hands away and gets up. "Ew, ew, ew!" he shouts, trying to rub out whatever he thought was in his cheeks. "That is sick, Mark!"

"Hahaha, why is it? I've done grosser."

"You know how much fecal matter could have been on your hands?"

"None." I say, pulling him back and laying him on my chest, his head right under mine. "You probably took extra precautions today. I'm guessing you used an enema. Probably one during the football game. Then another before I got here. And I'm pretty sure you've got a new box of condoms just in case."

"Hey. Getting shit all over this beautiful slab of meat is a terrible injustice." He says, grinding his ass against my still throbbing dick. "Also a shame to waste great wood like this."

I wrap my arms around him. "Well, guess we'll just have to fix that, won't we?"

He lifts himself up slightly, and I hold the base of my cock as he slowly sinks down right onto it.

I groan as I feel his hot, tight hole wrap around me, slowly wiggling down the thick pole.

"Mmm, god."

"Thought you were an atheist." I tease, stroking his sides.

"Nnn, asshole."

"Yes, this is called an asshole. And the thing in it is called a penis." He groans while I chuckle. "Well, more specifically, it's a cock." I say, pushing the point by actually pushing my cock into him. He groans, sinking faster onto it.

"J-Just shut up and let me enjoy this." He says, hilting himself right onto it. I groan quietly, not wanting to let him know just how much I loved the way he clenched down on me. "Mmm, gosh. Feels like I've got a foot of cock shoved up my ass."

"Heh, well you've about got it right." I say, stroking his sides.

He slowly tries to lift himself up, making me growl and pull him closer. He of course drops right back down on my lap.

"Still think you should let me measure it." He says, starting to ride me faster.

"Nah . . . rather k-keep you guessing." I say as I grab his ass and start helping him along.

"Mmm, can't you just do this f-for me?" he asks, pouting while grinding his ass down on me. I grit my teeth as my toes curl and I snarl. Goddamn, he's such a good fuck.

This time he takes charge, lifting all the way to the tip of my cock, right before slamming right back down. And from there on he just . . . he just goes crazy.

It's like a reverse bull rider. I'm the bull, and the "rider" just keeps bouncing up and down and up and down and-

"S-Slow down!" I say, gripping at the sheets as I try to hold back from cumming so fast. But he doesn't listen. He just keeps riding up and down, grinding hard on my knot before coming right back up. Each time he slams down, he gets a little more to slip in.

I let go of the sheets and grip him, claws digging into him as I hold on for my life.

He finally slowly down, panting as he slowly grinds himself down on my knot, almost a third of it slipping in.

"D-Danny!" I shout out as I start pushing him down, legs kicking, burying my head into his chest fur.

He pulls right out to the tip and slams back down one last time, finally getting my knot into him.

"Mmm, yes!" he shouts out as he starts jerking himself off, cumming all over my stomache, most of his load dribbling off in thick streams.

I squeeze him tight as he starts to clench down on my cock, massaging it almost torturously as I teeter right on the edge, toes curled so much they hurt, claws digging in as hard as they can, not moving a single muscle.

He finally goes limp, unable to move.

"Mm, god that was nice." He says as he nuzzles me. I still don't move. "Oh gosh, I almost forgot how good of a fuck you are."

"We're not done yet." I say sternly, gripping his arm.

"I don't know, I'm pretty spent." He says. "Let me just catch my-"

"No." I say, suddenly grabbing him and flipping him over. "You've had your fun. Now time for me to have mine." I say, growling at him. He looks at me and gulps.

I roughly pull back my knot, but it doesn't pop out. That thing was lodged in nice and tight. But I love the pressure on it, and how he clenches down hard as he squirms and grips the sheets, almost tearing them up.

I start pounding him roughly, thrusting hard and fast with the couple of inches of freedom I had, growling and moaning at how he squeezed down hard and kept pushing back against me.

He wraps his arms around me as his dick hardens up again, scratching at my back to look for some kind of leverage. I lean up against his ear and growl into it.

"This the hard kind of angry fucking you wanted?" I ask, thrusting in even wilder, not holding back an ounce of what I had to give. "You wanted this, right? To not sit right for a fucking week?"

He groans and starts pushing back harder, biting his lip in a way that just drove me crazy. "C'mon, still trying to hold back?" I say as I try to change my angle, slamming into his prostate head on. He throws his head back and practically screams in ecstasy, and I growl lustily at the sight and sound of it.

"Y-You always said we should fuck li-like animals." I say as I continue to pound into him, trying my best to hold back now. "How do you like it, fox?"

"Oh, god, yes!" he shouts out, pulling me closer as his tongue lolls out now.

"S-Such a fucking SLUT!" I shout, starting to get more erratic as the pressure starts to build and my balls start to ache. They've been ready to unload for a week now. And he was going to take everything

Every. Last. Drop.

I groan as I feel him clench down again, screaming out my name as he starts cumming all over his stomach again, the third time this night, and it set me over the edge. I lean forward and bite his neck, growling as I push in as far as I can and start pumping him with a week's worth of hot cum.

He squirms at the sensation, loving being filled to the brim. Soon it gets to be too much, and it overflows, slipping just through my knot and slipping down from his tail hole.

"Mmm, yes." He says, somewhat delirious from the hard fucking. "That was great."

"Heh, yeah." I say, panting along his neck. "Hey, you kind of look pregnant, right now."

"What?!" he says as he looks down. I lift myself up to show his slightly distended belly. "Oh, god, you always cum so much. It's a hassle to clean up, you know."

"C'mon, you know I like giving you every single drop." I say, chuckling as I rub his belly. "I love you." I say as I look up at him.

". . . No you don't." he says, looking away. "You just love having a nice fuck."

"I love you." I say as I lean forward and peck his cheek.

"You love a warm hole." He says, almost guiltily.

"Danny . . ." I say as I turn his face so he has to look at me. "I love you."

He looks . . . happy, then distressed, and sad, and then just calms down, closing his eyes. "I love you too, Dum Dum."

"There's my dufus." I saw as I rub my nose against his.

"Hey, stop! That's embarrassing!" he says, laughing and smiling again.

"No, I love to see you blush." I say as I nuzzle his cheeks and neck, licking along his chin like a feral dog.

"Y-You can't even see me blush! We have fur, you idiot!" he says, still laughing.

And then came my favorite part of the night. Him just laughing, lying in my arms as we talked about stupid shit. We took a shower together, too, so he could get out all the cum . . . the same shower in which I proceeded to fill him up again.

And we slept together, whispering sweet things into each other's ears, unknown to anyone else. Our little secret talks in our secret romps in our secret world.

"I'm still gonna text in weird texting lingo."

"Jackass."