{"sf1_id":892870,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Talk Nerdy to Me","author":"DarkSoulsSauron","words":7770,"posted_at":"2015-07-31T23:51:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Bareback","Creampie","Deep Throat","Dirty Dancing","Forest","Frotting","Gay","Gay Relationships","Knot","Knotting","M/M","Male","Messy","Missionary","Oral","Outdoors","Pre","Rough","Sheath","Size Queen","Striptease","Swallowing","Tie","Tied","Young Love","ball fondling","cum shot","furret","ninetales","posing","reverse-role","tailhole","teen"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/892870-talk-nerdy-to-me","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/892870","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=892870\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":" \nSoren\nstood awkwardly inside Milo's front door. He was alone, leaning against the\nrailing of a winding staircase, and desperately trying not to hear an argument\ngoing on the kitchen. His ears flattened as he snapped the toe of his shoe\nagainst the floor in some offbeat rhythm. He let out a small yelp when he\nstomped on the end of a blue tipped tail. God, they were so effing long now.\nAnother\nvoice, slightly raised now, brought Soren back to reality. He began to hum a\nrambling tune as loudly as he dared, trying to filter out the argument he\nshouldn't be listening to. Still, he couldn't not listen to what was\nbeing said in the kitchen. What were they saying? All he could catch was\nsnatches of the conversation: the words drifting through the dark wood halls\nand into Soren's ears.\n\"There's\nreally no reason for you to be gone so long.\"\n\"Why\ndon't you bring other friends?\"\n\"Aren't\nthere better things to do with your time?\"\n\"You\ncould be doing much more productive things.\"\n\"What\nabout baseball training?\"\n\"Why\naren't you taking Sasha?\"\nThe\nback and forth went on for what felt like ages, but Soren was afraid of tuning\nit out completely. From what he had heard, Soren was afraid that the\nconversation was drifting into dangerous waters, and he needed to be ready to\nreact at a moment's notice. Had they been careless? Had someone seen them?\nMilo's\nvoice was growing closer. his words had an uncharacteristic coolness to them.\n\"It's a weekend Mom. And I told you, no one else really wanted to come. Sasha's\nnever been the outdoorsy type anyway. Bye.\"  The furret rounded the\ncorner, looking distinctly miffed. His arms were closed off, his mouth was a\nthin line, and his normally long steps and casually ambling gait was instead\nclipped and brisk. \"Let's go before they try and change their minds. Besides,\nat this point we won't get there till it's dark.\"\nSoren\nwaited until they were in Milo's car, an old but highly functional jeep that\nwas a graduation present. It wasn't until fifteen minutes of silence after they\npulled onto the highway that Soren dare broach the subject.  \"What was\nthat all about?\"\nMilo\nstarted the car with a chug of the engine. \"You didn't hear?\"\n\"Fragments,\nbut I want to hear it from you, not from eavesdropping,\" said Soren, waiting.\n\"Have they suspected anything? It sounded like it.\"\n\"Yes\nand no, actually,\" said Milo, managing a half-hearted smile. \"They aren't as\nforgetful as we'd like them to be. They get jumpy when I want to hang out with\nanother guy one on one. But they don't like you for other reasons.\"\n\"Why's\nthat?\"\n\"Do\nyou know my parents at all?\" laughed Milo. \"All business no pleasure. No\noffense, but you've always got your head in the clouds. They think you're a bad\ninfluence on me.\"\nSoren\nfaked indignation. \"Head in the clouds? Perish the thought. Is it my\nfascination with theoretical science, my frequent participation of tabletop\nRPGs, or my rabid consumption of obscure movies and videogames?\"\n\"Exactly.\nThey think you'll distract me from more important things?\"\n\"Like\nwhat?\" said Soren. He threw his arms up into the air. \"It's summer!! School is\nover, you got straight A's, and you got a scholarship from Dayton. What could\npossible need to be done before September?!\"\n\"Fishing,\"\nsaid Milo as he pulled onto the highway.\n\"Fishing?\nFor what?\"\n\"Scholarships.\nDad wanted me to pull a full ride. He said I should've done football like he\ndid.\"\n\"And\nare you good at football?\"\n\"That's\nstupid question,\" laughed Milo. He punched Soren in the arm. \"I'm almost as bad\nas you when it comes to playing with balls, save for baseball. Besides, I was a\nhitter, not a pitch÷.\n\"Not\nall balls,\" said Soren with a sly wink. \"But I digress: that's my whole\npoint. You're good at baseball, so you play it. And you play well. Would they\nrather  you play no sport at all and get nothing? Do they ever act\nlogical?\"\nMilo\nrolled his chocolate eyes. \"It's clear to everyone but them that they're trying\nto live through me in order to relive their glory days. They met and dated in\nhigh school, and both of them say all the time that high school was some of the\nbest days of their lives.\"\n\"Tell\nme something I don't know,\" said Soren. \"For example, where are we going\nagain?\"\n\"Didn't\nI tell you?\"\n\"No,\"\nsaid Soren, keeping one eye on what was out the old jeep's window. \"You kept\nsaying it was a secret.\"\n\"It\nis. I mean, the park isn't, but I don't think anyone knows how find where we're\ngoing to camp. We're not staying at an official campsite, We're gonna go off\nthe beaten path tonight. I mean, I've been there with my dad, but he's not\ngoing to be here with us.\"\nSoren\ncrossed his arms, \"That's great, but are you going to tell me what your secret\ncampsite is like? Or do you just want to keep leaving me in the dark.\"\n\"In\nthe dark, I think,\" laughed Milo. \"I want to surprise you.\"\nSoren\nresponded with a light punch on the arm. \"You better not disappoint me. How far\nare we driving?\"\n\"Three\nhours,\" Said Milo as he pulled on to the highway.\n\"Do\nyou want help driving?\"\n\"And\nlet you drive my baby? Hell no!\"\n\"That\nwhat can I do while I sit here like a useless lump for three hours?\"\n\"How\nabout talking to me?\" said Milo with a small smile. \"When was the last time we\nhad three whole hours just to ourselves?\"\n\"Good\npoint,\" said Soren. He leaned across the armrest and kissed Milo's cheek. It\nwas a surreal experience, not having to reach to kiss him now.\n\"Hey,\ndon't distract the driver,\" complained Milo, spoiling the effect of his protest\nwith a contented smile. There was a little pause before Milo seemed to read\nSoren's mind. \"How's life on the other side.\"\n\"Irritating,\"\nsaid Soren, pulling a long tail out from between his seat and untwisting the\nfur.\n\"So\nyou liked being a foot shorter than me?\"\n\"No,\"\nsaid Soren. \"It's nice being tall. But the tails. Dear god, the tails. They're\nlonger than me AFTER I grew a foot tall! You'd have no idea how many times I've\nstepped on them in the past week alone.\"\n\"I\ndo have an idea,\" said Milo. He wriggled himself in his seat and shook his\nthick, striped tail. Soren felt Milo's feather duster tail tickle one of his\nown. \"You aren't the only guy who's got an extra appendage attached to his\nbody.\"\n\"What,\nonly one?\"\n\"Isn't\nit a bit early in the weekend for dick jokes, hon? Can't we make it to camp\nfirst?\"\n\"Oh\nfine, be a prude,\" pouted Soren before returning to their original train of\nthought. \"What happened to you while I was gone?\"\n\"Nothing\nreally,\" shrugged Milo. \"I can't wait to leave my house. I've discovered long\nago that my parents and I can't coexist in close proximity.\"\n\"Mmhmm,\"\nnodded Soren. \"I kind of surmised as such. Three months. That's all you gotta\ntell yourself.\"\nMilo\njust looked glum. \"But this isn't me griping every other day. You were gone for\nlonger than normal. I doubt two straight weeks of evo was very pleasant.\"\n\"It\nwasn't bad,\" shrugged Soren. \"It was fairly smooth, actually. The first week\nwas just the game devs giving me a palette swap.\"\nThere\nwas a loud splutter as Milo stifled a laugh. \"God, you are such a nerd.\nA palette swap?\"\n\"That's\nhow I'd describe it,\" shrugged Soren. \"Nothing changed at all, except for my\nfur. Gold became silver, orange became blue. It wasn't too slow, either. By the\nfourth day I thought it was all over.\"\n\"Really?\nThat would've been really fast.\"\n\"Yeah,\"\nsaid Soren. \"that's what I thought. I was actually really disappointed.\"\n\"Mmmm?\"\n\"Well.\nAt the time, all I got from four days of dizziness and migraines was a new coat\nof fur.\"\n\"And\nwhat were you expecting?\"\n\"Well...\na few more inches,\" said Soren, pointing quickly towards the sunroof.\n\"Wow,\nanother dick joke,\" snarked Milo. \"It's been what, five whole minutes?\"\nSoren\nsmiled and punched Milo's arm. \"Get your mind out of the gutter. Have you\nfailed to notice that I grew more than a foot in two weeks?\"\n\"I've\ncertainly noticed that,\" said Milo. \"I'm looking up to you now.\"\n\"How\ndoes it feel to be the shorter one now?\" asked Soren. He'd never admit it, but\nit was enormously satisfying to be the tallest person in the room after almost\nnineteen years of puniness.\n\"I\nam entirely unperturbed,\" said Milo. \"I'm perfectly fine with standing in the\nshadow of a sexy beast like you. But do you even cast a shadow anymore?\"\n\"What\ndo you mean?\"\n\"Your\nfur!\" said Milo enthusiastically. \"It's got so much brighter! I mean, I feel\nlike I need sunglasses just to look at you. You're positively incandescent.\"\n\"So\noverall...\" asked Soren.\n\"Worth\nthe wait, I'd say.\" said Milo, reaching over and placing one arm across Soren's,\nhis other hand on the wheel.\n\"Glad\nyou like the new me,\" said Soren as he leaned his head on Milo's powerful\nforearms.\n\"Do\nyou like the new you?\" asked Milo. \"That's more important.\"\n\"I\ndo,\" said Soren. He leaned back in his chair before grinning a little. \"I bet\nDanny won't.\"\nMilo\nlooked puzzled. \"Why not?\"\n\"He'll\nhave to find new ways to rag on me now. Squirt, midget, and puny stop working\nas jokes when I'm a head taller than him.\"\nMilo\ngiggled a little. \"Were you always the buttmonkey with them?\"\n\"Always.\nBut I'd ask you where you put your ears if you hadn't figured out that everyone\nearns equal abuse.\"\n\"I\ncertainly haven't,\" said Milo. \"Danny and Sasha never crack jokes about me like\nthey do to you or Di.\"\n\"That's\nbecause you're the new guy. We haven't had a chance to push your boundaries,\"\nsaid Soren. \"Don't worry. In a month or two you'll have earned your place as\nthe new honorary butt of all jokes.\"\n\"I\neagerly await my promotion,\" smiled Milo. They didn't speak for a few minutes.\nThey simply watched the road fly by them. Soren ruffled the map on his lap. \"We\npull off in a few miles, right?\"\n\"Yeah.\nIt's about an hour from here.\"\nThey\nsat in silence for most of that hour. They didn't need to talk, really. The\nscenery was certainly pleasant. People often complained about the tedium of\ncountry driving just never drove at the right time. Sunset made any landscape\nbetter.\nSuddenly,\nMilo turned off the country highway onto an ancient dirt road. After more than\nten minutes of rickety driving, Soren asked, \"Where are we going?\"\n\"Camping,\"\nsaid Milo, deadpanned. \"We're going camping.\"\n\"No\nshit,\" laughed Soren. \"I thought you said the site was in some sort of park. This\nis just a dirt road.\"\n\"The\nroad backs into the park, and i told you it's not an official campsite.\nIts technically on state park property, but I'd get in trouble if i reserved a\ncampsite then got discovered setting up off official campgrounds. Besides, it'd\ncost us $25 a night to stay in prime camping season.\"\n\"\nSo I take it your secret campsite is in the middle of nowhere, then?\" said\nSoren as they pulled too a stop, the field around them bathed in the almost\ndarkness of a July evening.\n\"Nowhere\nis really the middle of nowhere,\" said Milo. \"No place is empty if you look\nhard enough.\" He flicked on the brights and bathed the clearing in bright white\nlight. It was serene, almost idyllic. the grass was the type of soft green\nSoren associated with suburban lawns, but longer, rippling like ocean waves in\nthe night wind. A winding stream slowed and gathered into a pool that looked\npositively crystalline under the glare of the brights. In the center of the\nclearing was a large, flat rock that looked like sandstone. \"What do you\nthink?\" asked Milo tentatively.. \n\"I\nthink it's great, honey\" said Soren leaning against a firm shoulder. \"I think\nit'd be better with a campsite. You're gonna have to tell me what to do,\nthough.\"\n\n\"Can you read?\" Milo waited a beat but didn't let Soren do more than raise an\neyebrow. \"If you can read, you can set up a tent.\"\nSoren's\nlips twitched as he clicked his seatbelt and jumped from his seat, beginning to\nunpack. The process was quick. Both of them could only lie, cheat, and steal\nenough time for a long weekend away from their houses, and there wasn't too\nmuch to bring. \"Is there a reason you brought your own firewood?\"\ngrunted Soren, hefting a stack of logs and staggering a little under the\nweight. \n\"I\ntold you already, camp stoves are for pussies.\" asked Milo, smiling a little as\nhe took a few logs from the pile in Soren's arm. \"Besides, do I look like a\nlumberjack to you?\"\n\"You're\nhunky enough,\" teased Soren, placing the wood in a pile by the sandstone slab.\n\"I could buy you some flannel for your birthday?\"\n\"Would\nyou care if i grew out my scruff? I can't be a cleanshaven lumberjack.\"  \nSoren\npouted. \"And hide that pretty face of yours? Now i'm having second thoughts\nabout the flannel. Are we going to eat, or what? You insisted we not grab\nanything on the road.\" \n\"Are\nyou gonna help me with our shelter or are we just gonna get soaked if we\nguessed the forecast wrong?\" said Milo. \"Here, I think even you can operate a\nmallet.\"\nSoren\npouted again before hefting the short mallet, smacking the rubber head against\nhis palm before asking, \"tell me where then.\" The tent was set up\nrelatively quickly, mostly due to Milo's directions. Soren hammered in the\nstakes, with Milo one step behind, adjusting his work so that it met his\nstandard of quality. Milo kept his brights on, giving them enough light to see\nin the evening. Soren examined their work, noticing their tent was really\nnothing more than a large tarp propped up on poles and ropes. \"No door?\" \n\"No\ndoor,\" said Milo, smiling a little. \"It's not supposed to rain this week, and\nthis way we can get a breeze.\"\n\"But\nwhat about bugs?\" asked Soren as he slapped a mosquito going in for a landing\non his shoulder. \nMilo\npunched Soren playfully on the shoulder. \"Normally I don't bring these.\" He\nreached into a nearby bag and pulling out a set of green candles. \"normally I\ntough it out, but I brought some deet candles. If we keep a fire going we\nshouldn't be bothered.\" \n\"What's\nwith all the machismo,\" asked Soren, nuzzling Milo before crossing his arms.\n\"All this 'no camp stoves, no mosquito candles, no extra amenities' thing you\nkeep going on about?\"\n\"I've\nnever seen the appeal of trying to modernize camping,\" said Milo, with a shrug.\n\"What's the point of going out to enjoy nature if you try to drag all the\ncomforts of home with you? it defeats the purpose of camping in the first\nplace. Just go to a hotel if you want conveniences.\" \nSoren\njust shrugged, smiling as he began to unpack. \"Then will you start the fire, my\nmanly man? I kind of want dinner.\"\nMilo\nchuckled before arranging the firewood in a triangular formation by the side of\nthe pool, where there was more sand than grass. He fished in a bag and produced\na ball of twine, yarn, and wax, placing on top of the kindling sticks under the\nlogs before lighting a match and tossing it on the waxy string. It lit quickly,\nthe flame beginning to grow as the sticks caught fire. As the fire began to\nheat up, Milo got up and arranged a circle of rocks around the logs. Once the\nfire began licking up the side of the logs, Milo went to turn off the lights of\nhis car, letting the fire become the only light source in the field. \"Did you\nfind the food, honey?\" \n\"Mmhmm,\"\nsaid Soren, placing the red cooler next to Milo. He rummaged in it, looking for\nthe supplies for their meal. \"There's no pan here. How do you plan to cook the\neggs if all we have is a fire and a stick?\"\n\"With\nprecision,\" said Milo, glowing with pride in his ability to cook things on\nskewers. \"I'll show you.\" He plucked an egg from the cooler, taking one of the\nthinner skewers. His other hand reached into his back pocket, producing a small\nknife and flicking the blade into position with a shake of his wrist. Soren\nwatched with a mixture of incredulity and amusement as Milo penetrated the\neggshell with the very tip of his knife, perforating a small hole at opposite\nends of the egg. Milo's face was screwed up with concentration as he slid the\nskewer cleanly through the egg without a crack on the shell. \nMilo\ntook another egg out, narrating the procedure this time. \"So, you take the egg,\nand pierce it with the tip of the knife.\"\n\"Just\nthe tip?\" snarked Soren. Milo failed to keep a straight face, giggling and\nturning his face away to try and hide the fact that he actually laughed. There\nwas cracking noise, and Milo swore.\n\"You\ndid that on purpose, didn't you?\" Milo fake-pouted. \n\"On\nthe contrary,\" said Soren, his statement somewhat losing its credibility due to\nthe mischievous smirk on his muzzle. He tried to make his voice sound\nsanctimonious. \"With you being so draconian about the food we take, I'd hate to\nsee our meager supplies go to waste.\" \nThe\nfurret gave Soren an ostentatious eye roll before skewering another egg. Milo\nsat down on the ground, no chair or log to use as a seat. \"It may take a while,\nhon. The fire isn't too hot right now.\" \nSoren\njust shrugged, joining Milo on the ground, letting his tails fan out behind\nhim, a few crossing over Milo's thick, fluffy striped tail. He leaned his head\non Milo's shoulder, closing his eyes for a moment. \"It's allright. I  can\nwait.\" The two sat, enjoying the quiet moment together that was so rare for\nthem nowadays. \n\"Look\nup, Soren,\" whispered Milo. \nSoren's\nblue eyes glanced up before widening in awe. \"Oh wow...\" Beneath the orange glow\nof their fire, the sky was a dreamscape of stars, a plethora of blue-white\npinpricks of light brighter than Soren had ever seen in a night sky. \n\"One\nof the small advantages of being far from civilization,\" giggled Milo. A hand\nstrayed to Soren's waist, pulling their bodies close together. He kissed Soren's\ncheek before laughing again. \"Your fur's so pretty in the firelight.\" \nSoren\nlooked down, watching the orange light flickering across the fur on his exposed\nforearms. Normally he didn't like the color orange, but on his new body... it was\nactually quite nice. \"Thanks honey.\" The two boys sat in silence, watching the\nfire, the sky, or each other. After a time Milo took the eggs off the fire,\nfeeling the heat off of the eggs and snatching his fingers away from the heat. \n\"Let\nme honey,\" said Soren, reaching for one of the eggs and sliding it off the\nskewer and cracking it open. It was a lot like a hard-boiled eggs. He bit into\nit, finding it tasted a lot like a hard-boiled egg too. \"It's good,\" said\nSoren, turning to Milo to pass the other egg to him, but double-taking when he\nsaw Milo eyes wide in surprise.\n\"How'd\nyou do that?!\"\n\"Do\nwhat?\" asked Soren through a mouthful of eggs. \n\"You\njust took two eggs fresh off the fire. How do you do that?\"\nSoren\nsnickered as he swallowed. \"Hello? You're boyfriend's a fire type! Did you\nforget?\" He snapped his fingers in front of Milo's nose with a pop of small\nblue sparks. \n\"Oh...\nright,\" said Milo, a little abashed. He reached into the cooler for some more\nfood, pulling out a pair of hotdogs and packaged bacon before looking back at\nSoren. \"Wait a minute... why'd you have me start the fire then?\"\n\"Because\nit goes out unless I think about it. If you wanted me to light the fire I'd be\nspending the whole night with my face screwed up in concentration.\"\n\"Awww,\nso no pretty blue flames under the moonlight, then?\" said Milo as he wrapped\nthe cold hot dogs with the bacon strips. \"Were your flames always blue? I can't\nremember, to be honest.\" \n\"They\nused to be yellow, actually. But I like the blue better... Did you just wrap\ncampfire hot dogs in bacon?\" Milo nodded mutely as he held them over the logs,\nsmiling wryly. \"Did I tell you you're a genius, sweetheart?\" Soren leaned in to\nkiss Milo on the cheek, who purred in contentment. The bacon fat crackled each\ntime it fell into the fire, \"seasoning\" it so the resinous smell of\npine mixed with the savory flavor of the bacon. Instead of extricating the food\n  himself, Milo just passed the skewer to Soren while he fished out\nthe buns. They bit into the meal with relish. Like everything else, fireside\nhot dogs were better with bacon. \nAs\nthey finished, Milo got up, pulling out their sleeping bags and draping it over\nthe sandstone slab. Soren raised an eyebrow. \"Sleeping on a rock?\"\n\"It's\nsurprisingly comfortable. Our bags are thick enough, the stone is smooth and\nflat, and the rest of the ground is pretty uneven here if you actually lie down\non it. And the fire will keep the bugs at bay. So we don't need to waste the\ncandles. \nSoren\nshrugged, grabbing his own bag and unzipping the thing from end to end. Lining\nthe zipper next to Milo's bag, he pulled down, joining their bedding together.\n\"I thought it'd be nice to have a double bed tonight.\"\nMilo\nembraced Soren and kissing him on the lips. \"Sounds like a plan. I can't\nbelieve I never thought of that.\"\n\"Maybe\nit's because you've never had someone you wanted  to share a sleeping bag\nwith before.\" The two slipped inside the adjoined sleeping bags. It was a tight\nfit with two massive males inside. Soren noticing that he was positioned on his\nback, with Milo laying his cheek on his chest and his silver arms crossed over\nthe small of Milo's back. \"God, this is so... weird. Every time we've slept\ntogether, I was always using you as a mattress.\"\n\"I\nlike it,\" mumbled Milo, nuzzling Soren and repositioning himself on the\nmakeshift bed. \"It feels so... safe when you hold me like this. I could get used\nto this.\" \nSoren\nkissed Milo on the forehead, running his hands up and down his back. \"I've\nalways felt the same way when you did it.\" Milo's hands were much more\naggressive, grabbing at his t-shirt and running his hands under the hemming.\n\"You want to see more, honey?\" \n\"What\ndo you want to show me?\" Milo's head was cocked, gazing alluringly under the\nlight of the fire. \nSoren\nunzipped the top of the adjoined sleeping bag, letting it fall open as he stood\nup and took a step back in his t-shirt and cargo shorts. Soren knew the\ntheoretical procedure of a striptease, but actually doing it was an incredibly\ndaunting process to Soren in his new, unfamiliar body.\n But\nMilo's smile and the sweet isolation of their campsite enticed Soren to dance\nas best he could. Alone the two boys could express all their desires without\nfear of retribution. The eager pounding of their hearts, the heavy baited\nbreaths were volumes louder than the cicadas' calls in the ears of the two\nteenagers so spellbound in each other. \nSoren\ndiscarded his red shirt first, crossing his arms and pulling the hem up his\nbody, exposing a set of trim, lightly defined abs, shallow navel, and the\nsubtlest angle of his hips, just short of the feminine sway so characteristic\nfembois. He rocked his hips left-right twice before thrusting a little forward\nand swinging around with his fingers hooked in his belt loops. They tugged\ndownward, teasing Soren's one boy audience with a pert half moon and seductive\nswing. Soren looked over his shoulder in his amateurish dance, encouraged by\nMilos's enraptured gaze.\nSoren\ntugged on his pants again, hiking them down by a handful of inches, barely\nabove the bottom rim of his trim butt before wrenching up the pants back to his\nwaist. Milo actually moaned in want as his boyfriend covered himself again, an\narm half reaching out to the fox out of his reach. \nNext\nhe arched his back, raising slim but corded arms, wrists pulled back and\nfingers wide, the light of the fire bouncing between each digit so that his\nhands and wrists glowed like dying suns in the dark. Milo was breathing in\nragged breath as he watched, wanting both to drink in Soren's dazzling display\nand to end the dance and lovingly claim his prize.\nNext,\nSoren looped his slender tails through the belt loops as he clutched his\nwaistband and pulled, giving the illusion that he was using his newfound tails\nto undress. With a flop of fabric Soren stood in black boxers, carried halfway\ndown his ass by the discarded cargo shorts. Soren's ears perked as he heard\nMilo unbutton his jeans with a pop of taught denim loosening in relief.\nThe\nfinal step was done in a single smooth motion. He shifted his stance wider by a\nfew inches and dropped his underwear as he leaned over. Milo gasped in desire\nas Soren parted his tails like a silver stage curtain, displaying his assets\nwith a final sway. But he didn't stop with just his cheeks and tailhole. He\nleaned lower to expose his soft silver taint and hanging balls.\nMilo\nmoaned louder, sitting up and running two fingers from the cleft of Soren's ass\nto the rim of a tight tailhole, down over the sensitive, pliable flesh between\nbutt and balls and finally to the silver orbs, recoiling instinctually to the\ntouch but starting to sag at the furrret's warm hands. \"Turn around.\"\nIt wasn't a command but instead a plea. Soren obliged, showing a silver sheath,\nplump and accentuated by a fat, red tip of a canine member.\nMilo\nsat at the edge of the sandstone \"bed,\" enraptured, leaning in as if\nto kiss the silky sheath. Three fingers reaching out to press the soft valley\nbetween the hanging orbs. \"I think you certainly gained a few inches\nhoney.\" Before Soren could answer, Milo pressed his whole mouth over the\nswollen sheath, carrying his nose in Soren's silky body fur. They inhaled\ntogether, sharing their erotic sensations as if they were both receiving and\ngiving the pleasure.\nIn\nan uncharacteristic display of dominance, Soren pumped his hips against Milo's\nlips, his sheath sliding through a wet maw before blossoming into a thick, red\nmember that drooled virirely. A knot a bit greater than the size of a golf ball\nsplit by two round wings that formed a round shallow valley on the middle of\nhis shaft. Milo's moved back by a few inches so that each thrust of Soren's\nhips kissed his knot against soft, tan lips.\nThe\nclearing echoed with soft moans, thick with lust. Their hands moved in unison.\nA silver arm placed itself over Milo's brow, fingers laced through the furret's\nlightly spiked head fur. Meanwhile a burly tan forearm held Soren by the hips,\nencouraging him to pick up speed as a finger reached around and pressed against\nthe rim of his tailhole. The tight entrance quivered at the familiar intruder,\nand Soren released a throb of pre that was eagerly lapped up.\nCold\nair met Soren's member as Milo withdrew in order to take Soren's silver orbs\ninside his mouth. They moaned together as the ninetales' balls sank in the\nwarmth of his sweetheart's mouth, swathed in a wet, subtle tongue. Silver\nfingers gripped harder in the head fur, and Milo groaned thickly as he worked.\nPre drooled from Soren's cocktip, the fragrent fluid running freely down the\nside of his boyfriends muzzle.\nWith\nSoren's fruits properly ripened, Milo returned to the main attraction, making\nlewd sucking and groaning noises for Soren's benefit. Soren gasped in\nanticipation, feeling the pressure deep inside his shaft and knot. The release\ncame with a swell of a knot and a sudden torrent, a testament to Milo's skill\nwith his maw. Milo swallowed richly, unable to stop a white dribble of sticky\nseed from falling past his soft lips. He leaned back, his face sticky from the\nmost intimate of transactions. He felt no desire to clean his face and remove\nthe fragrant fluid. Soren's member fell limply over his wet orbs, the knot\nstill half swollen, Milo's liquid coating shining orange by the firelight.\n\"That\nwas amazing, hon,\" whispered Soren. He took Milo's hands in his and leaned\nthem back over the sandstone slab. Soren towered on  and knees over Milo's\nprone body, wrapped in his clothes still, although his waistband was adorned\nwith a towering tent so high that there was a empty gap between his underwear\nand his hips. A damp spot the size of a quarter adorned the red boxer briefs.\nSoren\nlovingly deprived Milo of his clothes. He slid up the green shirt with two\nhands, his fingers savoring the hills and valleys of the furret's powerful,\nathletic body. His jeans were gone in one powerful tug. Lastly, the musky red\nboxer briefs were wrenched away, accompanied with a wet smack of Milo's\nastounding erection  colliding with his rocky abs, broken free from its\nelastic confines. Soren kissed his way up and down Milo's whole body as he\ndisrobed his boyfriend. He paid special attention to his cute, boyish face,\ncleaning him up with each brush of his lips, although the titillating musk of\nSoren's release lingered in both their sensitive noses, to their pleasure.\nBoth\nboys were now both thoroughly naked and thoroughly aroused, their differing\nmembers stood at attention. Milo pushed up with his hips, pressing his tall,\nsmooth shaft against the underside of Soren's. He looked up at Soren with a\nwide grin ran his finger over the contours of Soren's member. \"It looks like\nI'm still taller where it matters, sweetie.\" \nSoren\nsmiled back with an equally cocky grin, grinding their hips together. \"You may\nbe taller, but I'm still bigger.\"\n\"How\ndo you figure that?\" purred Milo, letting Soren gyrate his hips against his own\nwhile he ran his fingers over their members. \nThe\nninetales embraced Milo as he pulled them onto their sides. A silver hand\ntraced the powerful lines of the furret's masculine chest until he reached his\nsolid hilt. \"Volume.\" Soren's voice was suave and seductive as he held his\nboyfriend. this kind of confidence, was unfamiliar to Soren, but it was\ncertainly not unwelcome. \nMilo\nwas drinking in all of Soren: his new body, his new confidence, his new\ndominance... He gladly let Soren take control for this encounter, eager to let\nthem both explore this new yet familiar fox. He continued to indulged Soren in\nthe banter, dropping his voice to a sexy whisper. \"Volume? Do tell.\" \nSoren\npressed their bodies together before reaching down to trace the contours of\ntheir members, Milo's smooth, gently curved shaft with the soft, sensitive head\npushing against the slopes and point of Soren's. \"You may be taller, and you\nmay be just as thick as I am, but when it comes to the knot? If we measured our\ndimensions, I'd end up with a larger cock overall.\"\nMilo\nlaughed, the spell was broken. \"God, Soren. Only you could bring geometry into\nmaking love.\"\nSoren\nblushed visibly through his silver fur. \"Do you not like it?\"\n\"No,\nI do, I do,\" giggled Milo. He reached behind to the small of Soren's back,\npulling their bodies closer still as he kissed Soren three times on the mouth.\nHe whispered words between each kiss. \"I think it's... absolutely adorable...\nwhen you talk all nerdy.\" He let Soren steer him back onto his back, lacing his\nfingers behind his blue hair and cradling his head. They closed their eyes\ntogether as they kissed under the starlight, blocking out every sense but the\ntouch of their bodies. \nAs\nSoren rolled off so that he laid next to Milo, a hand reaching around to lay on\nhis tanned cheek. \"Would my sweetie like more lessons, then?\" \nMilo\nlaid his own hand across the one laying over his cheek. \"Oh? Like what?\"\nSoren\nsat up and took Milo in his hand, squeezing the half-hardened member. Milo\ninhaled at the touch, clenching his eyes and arching his back against Soren's\ntouch. Soren whispered as he slipped off the sandstone slab, moving his muzzle\njust an inch from Milo's groin. He inhaled deeply, taking in the musk of pre\nand desire, seasoned by how close Milo had approached release without crossing\nthe threshold. As always, the scent of fresh earth pervaded Milo's flesh and\nfur. \"The first lesson is about your vascular system,\" growled Soren, his voice\ndeliciously low and alluring despite the clinical language he was using. He\nmoved in close to kiss the soft, round tip, tasting the bubble of precum\nforming at the top. \n\"Oh\nhoney,\" groaned Milo, rocking his hips at the contact. Soren squeezed a little\nharder, feeling Milo throb and stiffen between his fingers. Soren pressed his\nlips against the soft mushroom tip, kissing it lovingly before sliding his lips\naround it. Soren released his hand and dipped his head down. his tongue wrapped\naround Milo, finding the adoring the sensation of his boyfriend reaching full\nhardness inside his muzzle. His hands traced the valley formed by Milo's inner\nthigh. The furret's body was taut with desire, his muscles flexing through his chocolate\nfur.\nSoren\nwithdrew and kissed Milo's shaft twice before taking a deep breath. In one\nsmooth motion, Soren slid his muzzle down the full length until his nose was\ndeep in Milo's chocolate fur. The alluring, robust scent of his boyfriend's\nbody filling his nose. Milo's moans were throaty, his hips jerking up and\nbumping Soren's muzzle. But before he could finish, Soren withdrew again.\nMilo's face was a cute mix of disappointment and lingering pleasure. \"Why'd you\nstop, sweetie?\" \n\"Because\nI have another lesson for you,\" murmured Soren. \"I need to teach you about\nfriction.\" His muzzle flashed into a gleaming smile. He reached for the bottle\nof lube he had slipped into his cargo shorts with a tail. A finger pressed\nagainst Milo's tailhole, a yet unclaimed territory for both of them. \"Do you\nwant it?\" \n\"I...\nI want it. I want you,\" moaned Milo. He opened his legs a little, rocking his\nhips up to better display his goods. Soren pressed a little deeper, driving his\nfinger up to the first knuckle. Milo called out, clenching around the finger\nand squeezing his eyes shut. \"I want it Soren!\" His calls were deep and loud,\npractically a beg.\nSoren\nstood up and leaned over Milo, kissing at his neck while his left hand applied\nlube to his length. The furret was reaching up to clutch at Soren's chest,\nawaiting crossing their next boundary together. \"Do it,\" begged Milo.\nWith\nan air of assurance that surprised himself, Soren pressed his slick tip against\nMilo's soft taint, sliding the point down to the tight, eager tailhole below.\nBe slid inside, slow enough to give Milo time to adjust, but still maintaining\ncontrol. Milo groaned, squirmed, grabbed at the silver body above him, but he\nnever asked to stop. As Soren's knot bottomed out against the rim of his stretching\ntunnel, Milo leaned up to kiss Soren on the lips. \"Why didn't you tell me it\nfelt so good to be the bottom?\"\n\"Why\ndidn't you tell me it felt so good to be the top?\" countered Soren with a\nsmile, rocking his hips into Milo's bottom. \"Do you still want to learn about\nfriction?\" Milo's response was simply a slight clench and a grin. Soren kneeled\non the rock, running his hands from Milo's rounded cheeks up the bottom of his\nlegs, pulling up on his knees so that they now rested on his shoulders. Milo gazed\nup at him, his cute face framed by his powerful legs, his long fluffy tail\nslowly wagging up against Soren's undercarriage. \nSoren\nbegan to thrust in and out, finding the motion both unfamiliar and wonderful.\nThe warm clench around his shaft intensified their pleasure. Milo had obviously\nbeen paying attention to what Soren had been doing when their roles were\nreversed. Soren worked at a slow pace, focusing on rolling his hips as he\nlistened to Milo's squeaks and groans, trying to find the position that hit\nthat perfect spot. His hands ran around the toned, shapely legs of his\nboyfriend. The ninetales moved his fingers through the dense fur as he leaned\nin close, just out of reach of a kiss as he panted in time with his thrusting.\nMilo obliged, curling his back to meet Soren's lips, moaning into his muzzle.\nStrong,\nshaggy arms hooked around Soren's shoulders with a burst of motion, pulling him\ndown so that he buried Soren's face in the crook between his collarbones. As he\ncontinued his rhythmic, consistent pace, Soren felt kisses over his brow and\nhead fur, followed by a faint whisper that was hardly more than a hiss of air.\n\"More.\" \nSoren\nobliged by withdrawing to just the last inch of his length before using his\nwhole body to drive himself back inside Milo's body, His knot made impact with\nMilo's sculpted bottom, eliciting a high pitched, submissive squeak from Milo's\nlips. \"Do you like it,\" asked Soren, wanting to go further but alert to the\nneeds of the male in his arms. Milo nodded, squeezing again and rocking beneath\nSoren's body.\nSoren\nrepeated his full body thrust before finding a faster, rougher rhythm, grinding\nhis knot against Milo's tailhole with a roll of his pelvis. Milo's chest arched\nup to meet Soren's as small moans of pleasure encouraged Soren further. The fox\nmaintained his pace, gripping Milo by the shoulders to gain more leverage on\ntheir sandstone bed. His hips moved a little faster with each breath, feeling\nown balls colliding with the furret's supple butt. Soren's words were feral\ngrunts as he hunched himself just above Milo's ears. \"And your last lesson.\" \nThere\nwas a loud pop of flesh sliding past flesh and a loud squeak escaping Milo's\nmouth.His eyes were clenched so hard that a tear was forming as Soren pressed\nhis lips into Milo's. Soren continued to push and pull as his knot bound him to\nhis boyfriend, grinding his knot against Milo's stretched tunnel. The two boys\nmoaned in unison, a new, wet warmth filling Milo as the furret finally reached\nhis climax. After so much teasing and tension, both Milo and Soren found\nthemselves white and messy as they interrupted their kisses for nothing but\ngasping for breath.\nAs\ntheir shared orgasm subsided, Soren slumped into Milo's arms. Both of their\nchests were sticky, their fur, bedding, and the air itself inundated with a\ncocktail of musk, sweat, cum, and of course, Milo's irresistible earthy tones.\nMilo spoke first. \"What was my last lesson, honey?\" \n\"The\nlaw of conservation of space,\" said Soren, his tone was a mix of clinical\nnerdiness and the kind of husky affection traditionally reserved for pillow\ntalk. \"Your prostate couldn't share space with my knot, hence your orgasm.\" \nMilo\nfirst tittered, then broke into an uproarious laugh so intense that his body\nrocked their adjoined bodies as tears leaked from his eyes. \"My adorable nerd.\"\nHe paused, breathed in, and ran a hand from Soren's cheek, down his sides and\nlastly to his waist, squeezing Soren's bottom playfully. \"Are you gonna unknot\nme or are we staying like this all night.\"\n\"What\nwould you like, honey?\"\n\"I\nwould rather you unknot us. I'm really feeling what you'd said about 'volume.'\"\nHe tittered again and reached up to share a long kiss. \n\"I\ndidn't hurt you, did I, sweetie?\" Soren caressed his sweetie's boyish cheek.\n\"It's\na lot to take in,\" huffed Milo. \"But feeling sore tomorrow is well worth such a\nsexy roll in the hay tonight.\" \n\"I'm\nglad it felt so good for you,\" murmured Soren. He firmly placed his hands on\nMilo's hips, pushing his body away as he tugged his knot out of Milo's messy\ntunnel with a wet pop and a tense grunt. He rolled off of Milo's body, lying\nnext to him, feeling the throb of his spent member lying in the crook of his\ninner thigh. Three fingers ran down the softened shaft, lingering on the tip\nbefore retreating. Soren looked over at Milo, who was looking back at him, a\nwide and devious smile on his face. He held his messy fingers in front of them\nbefore tasting them, closing his eyes in relish. \n\"You\ntaste so good,\" whispered Milo, his tone was husky with intimacy. \nSoren\nreplicated the gesture, running over the smooth length, from the tip to the\nbase of his balls. He plunged his fingers into his mouth, tasting the musk and\nsalt of Milo's release. \"So do you.\"\nMilo\nrepeated the movement one final time, this time lingering on the half-swollen\nknot. \"I wish I had a knot,\" whispered the furret playfully. \"It's felt so\ngood. And I like the whole act of being tied. It's really romantic, in a way.\" \n\"You\nmay want to have a knot, but my butt certainly doesn't want you to have one.\nYou're big enough as it is.\" He gave Milo a final, playful squeeze. \"I'd never\nwalk again if you were topping me with a big fat knot.\"\n\"Did\nyou like being the top, honey?\" \n\"It\nfelt wonderful, sweetie,\" whispered Soren. \"I didn't know I had it in me.\"\n\"Well,\nI liked it when you acted all dominant. I'd call it nerdily ferocious. And I\nshould say you're  the best top I've ever had,\" said Milo, nuzzling Soren.\n\n\"I\nshould admonish you for basing your opinions of a study with a sample size of\none,\" teased Soren as he kissed Milo's hair. \"But I think I'll let it slide\nthis time.\"\nStrong,\nchocolate hands caressed Soren's face, leaning in as if to kiss him again.\n\"Soren, I love you so much.\"\nLike\na thunderclap, Soren's world changed in an instant. The air grew cold and\nstale, his heart sinking like a stone. The cicadas roared in his ears, and\nevery second crawled by like a day. Milo's sinking face prompted Soren to turn\naway and clench his eyes shut in...\nwhat? Fear? Shame? Love... all three at once seemed like the closest thing to the\ntruth.\n\"You're...\nyou're not saying it back... You're not saying it back, Soren?\"\nSoren\nturned and embraced Milo with his full body, lying halfway on top of his\npowerful chest and curling his arms, legs, and tails around him. \"God damn it,\nMilo I really want to. I really, really want to. And I promise you I'd mean it\nif I did say it.\"\n\"I\ndon't understand, honey. I don't understand what's stopping you from saying\nit.\"\n\"It's\nso stupid,\" mumbled Soren. \"But I'm afraid. I'm so afraid that... that something\nwill happen if I say it... It's so stupid... It's so goddamned stupid. Would you\nnot mean it if you said it?\" \n\"What\ndo you think will happen?\" asked Milo, stroking Soren's bare back as they\npressed their faces into the soft fur of each other's body. \n\"Milo...\nyou know what could happen,\" said Soren, suppressing a sob. \"Every time we're\ntogether we risk being found out. We risk turning our lives into a hell because\nof where we live. Even as we lay under the stars right now I feel like the\nSword of Damocles lies above our heads.\"\nso...\"\nsaid Milo, his word hanging in the air. \n\"I'm\njust terrified that I'll say it,\" murmured Soren. \"And if I were to say it, I'd\nmean every word of it, I promise you. But I feel like if I say it now, when\nwe're still in the clutches of our stupid little town, it will... I don't know...\njinx it, I guess. I feel like the moment I say what I'm dying to say right now\na cruel twist of fate will reach in and fuck everything up. And I'm just\nabsolutely terrified to lose you, Milo.\" There was a long pause. \"It feels so\nstupid, but right now I can't get past my stupid, irrational fears. Am I making\nany sort of sense.\" His voice broke at the last sentence. \n\"It\ndoes... it does,\" sighed Milo. \"And somehow understanding it makes it hurt even\nmore.\"\nSoren\ngripped harder with his whole body, as if to make their two bodies one. \"Milo...\nI promise you, the moment we leave Lassaire, the moment we're safe in school\nand far away from here... I promise I'll say it. I will drive across the country,\ntake you in my arms, and say it every single weekend if you want. But I can't\nright now. Not when we're on the brink of being torn apart.\"\nMilo\nlaid in silence, burying his face into the crook of Soren's neck. \"Can I say it\nfor the both of us?\" Soren just nodded. \"I love you, Soren. I love you.\" Milo pushed\nhis hands into Soren's chest, rolling them onto their sides. They pressed their\nfaces into each other's fur, the warm summer night, the fire, and their bodies\nproviding sufficient heat to sleep comfortably. Soren was ashamed to feel his\neyes watering, and at the same time he felt a cool streak of wetness fall down\nhis chest. Neither made a sound as they held each other. He felt so tired, and\nbizarrely old and young at the same time as he laid there in the arms of his\nboyfriend. Despite the fact that they were intensely in love with each other,\nor perhaps because of it, the two boys held each other and cried by the light\nof the stars.\n"}