{"sf1_id":914766,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Chapter 2","author":"Damaged Alpha","words":2050,"posted_at":"2015-09-26T11:43:00.000Z","tags":["Cum","Fox","M/M","Oral","Story Progression","Tiger","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/914766-chapter-2","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/914766","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=914766\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"\nWhen the Malayan tiger woke next to\nhis fox and allowed his heavy eyes to adjust to the room, not the darkness but\nthe brightness of the red alarm clock on the bedside, he was disappointed to\nrealize he'd only managed to sleep until the quiet, dead hour of three in the\nmorning. It wasn't his bladder that woke him up but his stomach. It rumbled\nlike a low purr as he untangled himself carefully from his boyfriend. He looked\na lot smaller than he was when he was curled up like he was and it wasn't too\ndifficult to ease his arm out from underneath the fox's slender appendage and\nhis leg from between the smaller two.\n\n\nJohn was out of the large bedroom\nin a few strides and on his way to the kitchen. He didn't bother closing the\ndoor; it hadn't been closed the entire weekend. He was in Kyle's house this\ntime, not his own. It was much larger, but he wouldn't call it a mansion. That\ndidn't mean it wasn't nice. The fox's parents both had jobs decent enough to\nland them a house in what was more or less the 'rich district' of town. The\nolder foxes were out of town almost every other weekend so John made it a habit\nto sleep with Kyle on those nights.\n\n\nThe kitchen was roomy and the\nfridge was larger than three foxes needed, but for a tiger he felt it was just\nabout the right size. Everything was neatly organized. Meats on this shelf,\ncold cuts here, fruits over there. It looked like a miniature supermarket,\nperfectly stocked and ready to be destroyed by a tiger's appetite. The cool\nbreeze felt nice on his naked belly, too. He settled on a hunk of Salami that\nhe had to cut himself, a little guilty pleasure of the tiger's that he was glad\nthe vulpine patriarch also enjoyed, and he settled his naked butt on a softly\ncreaking leather couch as he plopped his treat into his mouth. His phone was on\nthe coffee table and he lifted it, dimming the screen almost all the way with a\nquick slide of his finger. He had a text message from a local number.\n\n\nA tap revealed the message in its\nentirety.\n\n\n\"You are beautiful like rays of\nsunshine in a cold, dark closet. I saw you yesterday and my heart skipped a\nbeat. I don't know if you're into men, but if you are I'd like to take you on a\ndate. If you're not, I'd at least like to explore your hooded cock a little bit.\nI don't mind paying for our date, I'll even pick you up if you don't feel like\nwasting gas. Let me know! You're a very pretty kitty and I'd like to see those\nstripes again.\"\n\n\n-Greg, English Class\n\n\nJohn wasn't quite sure what to\nthink as he read the message again. Who was Greg? How did he even get his phone\nnumber? Okay, he could have probably asked around and gotten the number easy\nenough, it wasn't like it was a coveted secret, but the message did feel a\nlittle bit creepy to him. There was something else too that he hadn't noticed\nat first. An attachment that hadn't preloaded. He tapped it with his finger and\nwaited for the loading circle to finish, and when it did he swallowed the meat\nin his mouth.\n\n\nJohn knew a dick when he saw one,\nbut it wasn't every day when he saw one so large and fat and veiny. The hand\nthat held the angry red rocket could have easily squeezed the knot and its twin\ncould have covered less than half of the protruding shaft. It was, in a very\nreal sense of the word, a monster of an appendage. How could anyone enjoy\nsitting on that? It made the softie between his legs feel a little smaller just\nlooking at it. John wasn't insecure about his size at all and considered\nhimself to be large at seven inches from his last measure and Kyle's cock wasn't\nthat much shorter, but the cock on screen was easily big enough to eclipse his own.\n\n\n\"Whose dick is that?\" asked a\ngroggy fox which made the tiger jump halfway out of his skin. His ass left the\ncouch and plopped back down again when he let out a soft sigh.\n\n\n\"Fuck you're light on your feet. Says\nhe's a wolf in my English class. Said I was...pretty, and that he wanted to\neither date or suck my dick if I wasn't gay.\"\n\n\nHe chuckled a little as he finished\nand the fox grinned at him as he sat down and reached between the thick orange\nand white thighs to squeeze the base of the tiger's cock. When he was soft it\nwas short enough that the fox could squeeze it and only have the head poking\nout of his fist, but it was still almost as fat as it was when it was hard.\n\n\n\"This dick? But this is my dick.\"\n\n\nThe fox put on his best pouty face.\nHis bottom lip poked out while his ears splayed backward and his eyes got wide\nlike he was a begging cat. The tiger laughed and patted at his head, hooking a\nclaw underneath one of those ears to tease it in a way that made his boyfriend\nflinch away from it and let go of his dick. Kyle gently took the phone from\nJohn's hand to read the message, then he tapped the picture to let it fill the\nscreen and he winced, having the same thoughts the tiger had earlier from the\nlook on his face.\n\n\n\"It looks like you've got a really\nbig, not so secret admirer...\"\n\n\nThen he grinned and was tapping\nquickly at the screen, soft clicks filling the air as the tiger's brow\nfurrowed.\n\n\n\"What are you doing?\"\n\n\n\"Just teasing him a little. Uh,\nletting him down softly. Here.\"\n\n\nThe phone was tossed back and\ncaught by the tiger who looked to the screen and grinned at what was written.\n\n\n\"My boyfriend thinks you've got a\nnice cock and so do I, really big! Sorry, but we're not interested in opening\nour relationship. Maybe one of these days he'll let you suck me off, but you'll\nhave better luck finding a guy who isn't already taken. Have a good morning,\nGreg from English.\"\n\n\n\"You call that letting him down\neasy? That's just begging him to keep trying. Maybe you'll let him suck my\ndick?\" the tiger growled and rubbed his muzzle in his paws, leaning back and\nflicking his tail out across the fox's lap.\n\n\n\"Well, if you just said no in one\nword he would have gotten angry with you. Probably cried in class tomorrow or something.\nAnd really if he's got a dick that big can you imagine what the rest of him is\nlike? I don't want him to throw a punch or something because he didn't get what\nhe wanted. Alpha wolves are...\"\n\n \n\n\"Alpha wolves? I didn't know you\nlooked up him so well.\" John grinned now and rested a hand behind his head, the\nother was tugging at his foreskin while his cock stiffened between his legs.\n\n\n\"Oh, shut your fuckin' mouth before\nI knot it shut.\" Kyle growled, but the sound was small and higher in pitch than\nhis own. John was reminded of a Chihuahua trying to sound like a Great Dane,\nand he reached over to rub Kyle's muzzle with his big paw.\n\n\n\"Like you could even get it in my\nmouth, little foxie.\"\n\n\nJohn didn't take too much longer to\nget hard and he pulled his foreskin back to waggle his bare, musky cock at his\nboyfriend. The fox took one look at the waggling meat and dove down on it. In\nrevenge, he touched his teeth down behind the head and scraped them down all\nthe way to the base of his shaft. John liked teeth on his cock, he just couldn't\nbear to have them on his glans, and though he was glad the fox wasn't afraid to\nuse his teeth a little he did learn to warn him about touching that part of his\ncock after the fox made him give a very untigerlike yelp during their first\noral session.\n\n\nKyle's tongue was like a soft\nribbon of heat when he curled it and used the very tip to lick all the way up\nhis shaft, holding its position when he drew his muzzle back. A warm paw pushed\ndown on the skin and kept the head uncovered and the tiger's frenulum\nvulnerable to attack. In no time at all the fox's mouth was being flooded with\nhot salt and he swallowed every drop, stilling his head after a careful count\nof four seconds, laying his tongue flat against the underside of John's\nthrobbing dick. He counted four more seconds after the throbbing settled down\nand he pulled off with one final slurp, replaced the tiger's hood, and kissed\nhis chest.\n\n\nJohn rubbed at the back of his neck\nand down his spine with a toothy grin. \"You got me off too fast on purpose,\njust so I'd feel the need to pound your ass later tonight, huh?\"\n\n\nThe fox's grin was his answer and\nhe flagged his tail behind him. \"Well, my parents will be home tomorrow. I got\na message from dad and that's what woke me up, not the absence of your big,\nwarm self in my bed. Means we've only got until the end of the night before I've\ngotta unscent the place and clean up.\"\n\n\nThe tiger nodded as his shaft\nrested over his thigh and he pulled his fox a little closer. His fingers curled\naround the knot that was still trapped in his sheath and half swollen, and he\nsqueezed tight enough to milk a girly gasp from his boyfriend.\n\n\n\"Good\nthing I woke up hungry. Better that you like havin' your ass ate. On your bed,\non your belly. Just don't fall asleep on me.\"\n\n\n\n\n\nWhen morning rolled around, Greg stood\nand stretched out so that his spine crackled when he rocked his hips from side\nto side. The blinking light on his phone told him he had a message and he\ngrinned when he saw who it was from. The grin fell from his muzzle when he read\nit again, then another time. His unoccupied paw turned into a fist and he\nslammed it down on his dresser. His knuckles bled a little bit but he could\nbarely feel the heat. \n\n\nHis breaths were coming in huffs\nand he found himself pacing in his room, unsure. He was still holding his phone\nin his paw and he managed to calm down after a few more minutes of huffing and\npuffing and trying not to hit his dresser again. He typed it out quickly and\nsent it, then tossed his phone down onto his bed. His cock was hard again.\n\n\nHe dropped to his knees and rested\nhis chin on his bed while he stroked himself to a quick orgasm to release the\ntension he was feeling. One of his hands jerked behind his knot while the other\nstroked his shaft. He jetted precum every few seconds, enough that he'd have to\nmop up under his bed with a large towel when he finished to get it all clean. Forty\nseconds after he'd grabbed his cock he squeezed his knot with all the anger he\nfelt for whoever the tiger's boyfriend was and he shot his wad like liquid fire\nin creamy ropes under his bed. His hips jerked like he was buried inside a\nbitch in heat.\n No, he thought, the tiger's bitch of a boyfriend before he took\nthe big cat for himself.\n\n\nHe grinned at the thought as he\ncollapsed against his bed and soaked in the afterglow. His shaft touched the\nfloor when he let it go and dragged a little from side to side when he put his\nhands on his bed and stood up. Monday was on its way and all he had to do then\nwas find out who his John was seeing. Breaking them up would be no trouble at\nall. \n","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/889347-chapter-1.json"}