The Other Side of the Line
I did have this posted once before, but I think this form is much better. It's flushed out and another scene is added. I hope this is better than the last one!
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Tom closed his email with a sigh and whimper. Another relationship had gone down the drain on him. The lean and black furred wolf lay his head down on his desk and just stared off into space. He wasn't sure how he had let this happen. He wasn't a bad guy, really. He was kind, giving, caring, and always polite. He hadn't run away at any oddities his ex presented to him. In fact, it was some of those secrets and eccentricities that had drawn them closer together, and made his love grow all the deeper for Quinn.
With all these thoughts in mind, Tom padded slowly across his small bedroom to his twin sized bed, staring down at the sheets absentmindedly. Doing this only made him remember more the events of the past nine months, and he whimpered softly. In his mind's eye, he could see Quinn's form, laying gracefully on the bed, sleeping lightly as he had on so many nights. He could also see that seductive pose he would do, lying there, when he wanted a little more than sleep on a particular night. Tom chuckled weakly, thinking of those nights as well, the passion and love they had shared. Despite being a fox, Quinn was a larger guy than Tom. His fur was a deep, rust red, that could shimmer if the light hit it just so. He had been toned, but slightly pudgy, just the way Tom liked it really. Standing there now, he could see easily every inch, every strand of fur on his ex's beloved body. What he could remember most though were his eyes. Those beautiful eyes, that held such love and trust and absolute faith in him. Eyes that could see nothing but him as he would lay beside his lover and mate.
Tom blinked his eyes a couple of times and another image appeared in his head. A cougar, smiling softly at him, and holding out his paw from the bed. Tom shook his head and tried to clear the image from his mind, but he could not. After all, this was the reason; this was the reason he was single now, why he lost Quinn. Sam was a friend, a good friend of Tom's. He had to be really, or else he never would have done anything with Sam, or so Tom reasoned to himself. In reality, Sam was one of Tom's most trusted confidants. He lay himself down on the bed and closed his eyes, finding a plush husky and pulling it to him, cradling it against his form. His knees came up towards his chest as he lay on his side, pulling himself close together. He hated the idea of being alone, and he always had. He was a wolf after all, and wolves needed their mates and packs. Tom had never felt so alone as he did in that moment. The world seem to close in around him, suffocating him, making his every breath difficult and heavy. He wanted it all to go away, for the world to disappear. However, he knew that it would not. He had made a mess of his life, and now he was paying for it, and he knew he deserved it.
As he lay there, Tom's mind began to wander as it was so apt to do. He could not help but to think of Sam in this moment, and of the moment which turned out to change his life. His mind began to drift more towards that moment of infidelity. It was that one moment of weakness, that had opened the flood gates.
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Tom sat in Sam's arms, resting comfortably against his chest. He was watching a football game, or rather was as he was beginning to fall asleep. The cougar he leaned on was roughly his size and height, though a little larger. His light tan fur matched nicely with the wolf's black fur where the two met. His large paws were wrapped around the wolf, their softness and texture apparent even through his clothing. His muzzle rested between the wolf's ears, which had begun to droop softly as he dozed. The white tip of it stood out against the wolf, and the thin black border between the white and tan markings made it look as though the two were connected somehow. Sam's paws rubbed slowly along the wolf's arms, massaging them gently and rubbing the fur softly. Tom murred his contentment to the cougar despite his drowsiness.
Tom felt the paws move up and down his arms, and then move slowly to his torso. They first ran along his upper chest, rubbing his fur through the shirt he was wearing. It seemed to Tom that every pass across his chest brought those feathery soft paws closer and closer to his groin. Indeed, the paws were now rubbing his stomach, massaging it ever so gently, pushing on it in all the right spots. The lower those paws got, the more Tom could feel his sheath pressing against his pants. The fact that he could feel the cougar's maleness pressing into his back wasn't helping matters either. He shifted slightly, suddenly feeling a bit uncomfortable.
"I'm feeling a bit hot, do you mind if I take my shirt off?" Tom asked, trying to sound casual and not too aroused.
The cougar shrugged and smiled at him, and Tom quickly pulled his shirt off. He settled back down against his friend. The paws immediately wrapped back around him and started again on his upper chest. Tom murred softly, realizing that the paws really were as soft as they had seemed through his shirt. As those heavenly paws again drifted lower again, Tom found himself wishing more and more that they would slip under his pants, and wander their way around his crotch, until they found his aroused and already heavy cock. Tom smiled back at Sam and said, as casually as he could, "you know, you don't have to be wearing a shirt either."
Sam laughed and grinned. "I suppose not." With that, he pushed Tom forward a little and removed his shirt. Tom had to stifle a gasp as he saw his friends cream colored chest fur. The form, without a shirt, looked more powerful than even he had imagined it could be. The cat's muscles wereTrying still to stay he casual, he leaned back against his friend and murred softly at the feeling of his chest fur on his back. He could hear a slight purr coming from Sam as well. Tom reached around behind him and rubbed Sam's side and waist, moving his paw cautiously lower until it was right at Sam's pants. Suddenly, Sam's paw came around and lifted his paw gently off of him. "Not too far there bro. After all, I am straight." Sam smirked.
"Yeah, sure you are. You are bi, you just don't know it yet." Tom laughed and Sam did as well. "Come on, don't you want to?"
Sam stumbled over his words. "I'm just not comfortable going that far."
Tom had instantly felt horrible for making his friend think he wanted something. "I'm sorry Sam. You know I'm just kidding. Not that I wouldn't if you offered." He grinned innocently enough and leaned back on Sam again.
An hour or so passed, Sam's paws still exploring Tom's body while Tom dozed quietly, half asleep and half awake. Somewhere in his mind, he wondered what Quinn would think of all this. He shrugged it off, figuring that they were not actually doing anything, so what was the harm? He felt Sam shift slightly and realized that his friend was tired. "You want to go to bed there?"
Sam glanced at a clock in the bedroom and nodded. "It is getting late. So," he hesitated, "do you want to, uhm, share a bed?"
Tom smiled at his friend and nodded. "If you want to Sam. I don't mind."
"Yeah well, I don't see anything wrong with cuddling between friends, you know that. Just keep those paws where I can see them." Sam chuckled and grinned back at the wolf.
Tom jokingly raised both paws in the air. "They are right here! Just you don't be getting me hot and flustered." Tom stuck his tongue out at Sam and the cougar laughed at him. The wolf then ushered him over to the twin sized bed in the corner of the room. The sheets were a deep colored blue, much like the rest of the decor of the room. Sam pulled a shirt back on and took off his jeans, leaving him in boxers. Being the larger of the two furs, he laid down first on his side, facing towards Tom. Likewise, Tom donned a t-shirt and took off his jeans and laid gently beside Sam, his back against Sam's chest. He almost immediate felt the cougar's strong and beautiful arms wrap themselves around him and he murred quietly while reaching over to turn off the lamp next to the bed. They said their good nights to each other and went about the business of trying to fall asleep.
Tom lay in the darkness, breathing softly to himself as he stared out into the room. He thought Sam might already be asleep when he felt the cougar's paw move a little against his torso. Much as when they had been watching television earlier, Sam's paws began to rub and caress their way along Tom's body. Tom loved the feeling of Sam's paws on his body, and he enjoyed it even more in the dark. After a time, he shifted his body so that he was laying on his back, in full view of the cougar. The paws worked their way over his body, feeling, rubbing, and scritching every inch of his black fur. It wasn't long before neither one was wearing a shirt anymore, bare fur on bare fur. Tom moved his paws up and along Sam's sides, rubbing them gently at first and then a bit harder, putting pressure in places he knew would feel good to the cougar. Even in the dark, he could tell that his friend was aroused. He himself had been so almost the whole night, and the pressure that was building in him was driving him crazy. In that moment he wanted nothing more than to feel the cougar's soft and velvety paws on his hard cock. Thoughts of Quinn flew his head, but he brushed them aside, feeling lustful for this friend that lay in bed with him. He decided to make the move.
Tom silently let his paw slip beneath the waistband of Sam's boxers.
Sam ears immediately perked as he felt the wolf's paw slip down into his crotch fur. His paw moved almost immediately to move Tom's out of the area, but the wolf looked up into the cougar's eyes with an imploring look to let him continue. Sam coughed a little as he spoke. "I'm just not sure I want to go this far yet Tom."
Tom sighed and moved his paw away from Sam's crotch. "I'm sorry Sam. It's your fault you know, getting me all worked up by rubbing me down like you have been all night." Tom halfsmiled at his friend.
Sam chuckled nervously and nosed under his friend's muzzle. "I'm just not sure you know?"
"You got me so worked up, evil cougar! All worked up and not going to finish me off." Tom teased and poked Sam's stomach. Sam giggled lightly and Tom turned back over again, his back pressed against Sam's chest fur once more. Tom felt a bluge against his back, already knowing exactly what it was. He sighed a bit audibly and held Sam's paws still against his chest, trying desparately to just go to sleep. It wasn't long though, until he felt those velvety paws start to scritch and rub through his chest fur again. Tom did everything he could to try and keep the cougar's dancing paws still, but he was eventually forced to give into just letting Sam rub him down and let his torture continue. He rolled on his back for a second time and let his paws dance along the cream colored fur of Sam's chest, making sure his paws never went lower than Sam's went on his own torso. The wolf's eyes slid closed slowly and he felt himself drifting away when he suddenly was brought back to a reality by the feeling of a paw, groping him softly through his boxers. Tom slowly and deliberately let his paw drift down to the same spot on the cougar while letting a long and relieved murr out of his muzzle. He then, once again, slid his paw inside the cougar's boxers, hoping for better results.
Sam purred softly and looked down at Tom's paw. Tom could see Sam considering it in his eyes, how far to let this go. Tom kept sliding his paw lower and lower inside those boxers until he felt Sam's warm cock, already out of it's sheath. He rubbed it gently while licking around Sam's neck. Sam seemed about to protest when he purred again and Tom spoke lowly.
"You'll like this, trust me."
Sam squirmed and purred at the same time as Tom continued to rub his cock. He could see his friend's will beginning to break down as he put some pressure on the length, grinding his paw against it. Sam struggled to speak a little. "Tom, what about your guy anyway? I'm not..." He was cut off by a loud moan as he felt Tom grope his furry ball sack, rolling each of the orbs around in his paw.
"He won't ever find out about this. It's just one night, and you have me so horny right now." Tom whispered desparately, trying to urge Sam's paw into his own boxers. He felt the soft paw move tentatively into them, rubbing his crotch fur gently and he let out a loud murr. Tom continued to play with the cat's cock, rolling it gently around his paw and grinding gently against it, getting an almost constant purring from the cougar under him. He continued his work until he felt what he had been longing for; the feeling of the cougar's soft and velvety paws against his shaft's hot flesh. The cat's paw moved tentatively at first, and then started matching what the wolf was doing to him, even grasping softly at the wolf's balls, making Tom groan out loud from the attention. The wolf's deft paws started to slide more into the cat's boxers, until he felt they had almost become a restriction.
Sam moaned as Tom tried to urge his boxers down off his body. "Come on Sam, it's ok."
"I just..." Sam looked down at his crotch, the wolf's paw making a huge bulge. He then looked over at the smiling wolf, his friend, a guy he trusted. After a little while, the cougar finally lifted his hips and let his boxers be slid off by the horny wolf. Tom murred loudly as he could now see clearly his friend's full form. The cream color continued all the way down into the crotch, against which he could see the cat's erect member standing rigidly. The sight of his nude friend was enough to make Tom's fur stand on end as he murred loudly, running his paws all over the sexy cougar. Sam purred loudly as the wolf rubbed him down, and moaned softly when Tom focused on his cock again. Now Tom wanted his boxers off, but Sam seemed to refuse to do so. He urged Sam's paws down to his own hips and around under his own waistband.
"Come on Sam, I want to be nude with you. Please," Tom pleaded with the cougar. Tom rolled over and lay himself on top of Sam, their chests touching, the air between them warm, lustful, and full of their musks. He ground his hips against his friend's crotch, using a paw to hold the cougar's hot member in place while he did so. All the while, he kept trying to slowly slide his boxers off, but to no avail. The cat just would not let them come off. Tom looked pleadingly at the cougar, giving him a puppy-like face as he pleaded with him. "You've got me so worked up now. You've got to let me finish now. Please Sam, I want it so bad now."
Sam considered this for a while. The wolf could see the feeling and the fighting going on behind those beautiful eyes of his. He kept grinding his hips gently across the cougar's crotch, feeling them begin to get a little damp from precum from the cat. His tail swished gently above him, trying his best to convince his friend to do what he wanted him to do. His tail wagged a bit faster as he felt his friend's paws pull at his waistband finally. Tom looked at Sam. "Are you sure about this now?"
Sam's reply was to simply push the wolf's boxers off his hips. Tom grinned widely and shook them the rest of the way off, laying his now naked body on top of the sexy cougar.
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The images of that night flashed and flew through Tom's mind. He was nude on top of his friend, their bodies grinding against each other, Tom's paw holding their cocks together. Tom tried to toss the images aside but it was too late now. They just kept coming to his head. The sick part to him, was that despite what it had cost him, the images of his black fur rubbing against the tan fur of Sam and their excited pants as they got closer to blowing their load on each other, was actually giving him a slight hardon as he lay in bed. He could still hear Sam's grunts as he got closer and closer, that screwed up look of pleasure on his face as he was nearly there, and the feel of the cougar's body convulsing under him as he blew his load onto Tom's paw, onto his own chest. The slick feeling of cum now lubing his cock, Tom had been able to finish himself off, letting his cum flow over the cougar's creamy chest, mixing with Sam's seed. He remembered how they both felt exhausted after that, how he had yawned and rolled off his friend and back at his side as he had licked his muzzle affectionately. Sam had thanked him, for opening him up like that, and he had just smiled and nodded in return, knowing he had enjoyed it just as much. They had fallen asleep then, Sam's arms still around the black wolf, holding him tightly as they drifted off.
That was not the last time they had shared a bed and their juices with each other. Now that Sam was more comfortable with doing "things" in bed, there had been other encounters, other nights of lustful passion shared between friends. All the while Quinn had never known. Until that night, he had walked in on he and Sam. That was one of the worst nights Tom could remember in his life.
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"What the hell is this!?"
Tom and Sam were in bed, both naked and grunting. Tom, as usual, was on top of Sam, grinding his hot member against the cougar's, their fur pressed up against each other in lust and pleasure. They had both been so deep into the pleasure of the moment, that neither one had heard the door squeak open, or noticed a disheveled fox standing in the doorway until he yelled. Tom froze though as he heard those words, and his eyes widened as he saw at the shadowed figure standing in his now wide open doorway. It was one he knew all too well, that of his beloved fox, Quinn. Tom quickly rolled off the cougar and groped for his boxers to pull them on in embarassment for what he had been caught doing, but Quinn stormed in the room and shoved him back down on the bed again, the wolf grunting as he landed on the cougar's creamy chest.
"Tom, what are you doing?!?"
The wolf began to stammer uncontrollably. "I'm...well...uhm, we were....well...horny...and yeah....uhm...."
"So you just fuck whatever it is you see, don't give a damn about me?!?"
"I do..."
"Apparently not." The fox cut him off with a voice that was getting increasingly cold.
"Look..."
"I trusted you. I gave myself up to you, swore no one else would ever have me. I loved you. You said the same, and now this!!" The fox's nostrils were flaring but tears were streaming down his muzzle, matting his fur down.
Tom tried to speak as best he could, choking back tears himself. "I'm...I'm sorry Quinn. I didn't mean to hurt you, it was just fun."
He was interrupted by a punch to his gut. "Fun?!? Is that all it is to you, fun?! You should know me well enough by now to know that sex means a hell of a lot more than just freakin' fun! Is that all I was to you, a fuckin' toy, someone to have fun with, and when you are done you just toss me aside like trash?"
"I don't think of you as a toy, Quinn, and we've never had actual sex." Tom tried to offer in retort, not that he thought it was a good excuse. His brain was overloaded with grief, seeing the fox he loved yelling at him so viciously, and it was all he could come up with to force out his muzzle at the time.
"You think that fuckin' matters!? This is just as bad Tom." The wolf bowed his head and whimpered as he lay back on the bed. Neither of the couple had noticed Sam slip quietly out to wait in the living room. "I trusted you, gave you my heart, you putrid excuse for a wolf. I didn't want anything from you. All I ever asked was your loyalty, and you couldn't even give me that."
"Quinn, please..."
"Shut up you. There's nothing you can say to make up for this, ever." The fox's voice was as cold and unforgiving as the look of stone on his muzzle.
"I'm sorry, I really, truly am." The wolf begged, tears in his eyes. "I promise you, I will never do this again. I have learned my lesson, and it's you that I want to be with for the rest of my life."
Quinn looked at the wolf with the coldest, deadest stare that was possible. "I don't believe you, I don't trust you. I loved you Tom, but you threw that down the drain and tossed me to the curb like a piece of trash. I don't want to see you, smell you, feel you, ever again." With that, the fox broke down and sobbed. His body convulsed as tears streamed down his tender muzzle. He hunched over, barely able to stand still his body racked so hard by the outburst. The wolf reached up and stroked the fox's arm gently, but it was knocked away with a powerful slap as the cold and angry demeanor of the fox returned. "Get your filthy paws off me!"
Tom cowered in the corner of the bed, just whimpering and staring up at Quinn. After a few minutes, the fox walked back to the doorway from where he had come. He looked back and stared coldly at the wolf he had once loved. "You are dead to me Tom. I hate you. Goodbye." With that, the fox stumbled out the door.
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The yelling, crying, the scenes were all too vivid in his head. The worst part though, was that look of hurt, anger, and hatred all rolled into one that Quinn had on his muzzle and in his eyes that night when he left, and on every meeting thereafter. Once the fox had left, he had broken down. He had cried and sobbed, tears covering what seemed like every inch of his face fur. He vaguely rememberd Sam coming in to try and comfort him, and Sam leaving again when he was pushed away. He had cried that night away until he had exhausted himself, and so fell asleep, still curled up like his feral ancestors.
Quinn had made it quite clear that it was over, that he could not be forgiven for what he had done. The thought had flashed vaguely through the wolf's mind to ask Sam out, but he had dismissed it. They were better as friends and always would be. It wasn't long afterwards that the once straight cougar had gotten a boyfriend, and fallen in love. Tom was honestly glad to see that happen, as Sam deserved better than him anyway. After a while, Tom wondered if maybe the fox's heart and demeanor had cooled off, and so a month later Tom had tried one last time to email his ex, but to no avail. The fox wanted nothing to do with him ever again. It was over. Everything was over now. Tom curled up on his bed, and for not the first time that month, he cried himself to exhaustion, and an uneasy sleep.
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Well, that's the end of Part 1. Comments welcome, Part 2 to come whenever I have the time and inspiration to write it ^^