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I sometimes wonder what I was thinking, electing to go all the way to Lincoln, Nebraska, for school. Most of my friends were surprised, too. It's a football school, as far as anyone in St. George, Utah, is concerned. And that's all they care about. So it completely boggled their minds when a total nerd like me decided to go there. But I did. And it was times like this, when I had the long drive ahead of me at the end of the semester, when I think all the folks back home who called me crazy for going were probably right. But while Berkely and Standford were both available, they were just too liberal for my tastes. And they cost way too much. So I went to a state school with a great science program, but a farm state school, not a California school. And one that was far enough away from my family that I could come out and be myself without fear that word would get back to them. All the same, I dreaded the long, lonely drive back and forth each year. And enrolling in the five year engineering program didn't help matters at all. Still, it had to be done, so I loaded all of my gear up, said goodbye to my friends and congratulations to the once who walked the stage this year, then checked out on the final morning that dorms were open for the term and headed home, bright and early in the morning. At least the sun would be at my back for the morning, and I'd be headed downhill across the Continental Divide before the sun got low, so I wouldn't be staring at it as I climbed towards that lofty pass.

One of the things I hated most about the journey was the solitude of it. In the mountains, the drive was lovely, and I would have done anything for someone to share it with. But on the plains, the drive was devastatingly lonely. Having company there would make it a thousand times more bearable. So when I stopped for breakfast in Kearney, I don't think anyone would be surprised to learn that I stopped to pick up the guy standing by the on-ramp, with a frame pack and a sign that read, "Utah!" I had fueled up my stomach and was filling up the car at the Shell Station when he caught my eye. I could tell from the way he carried himself that he was pretty well built, not just a typical shiftless wanderer. But he was far enough away that I couldn't quite pick out the species, especially since his tail was hidden by the frame pack. I saw gray fur and pointy ears, but that's about the best I could do. So after I and collected my receipt, I moved the Jimmy to the exit, and stopped in the concrete island at the start of the ramp. This gave me a moment to check him out. Sure enough, he was pretty well built. His frame was slim, but he had large pecs that were stretching the front of his shirt, and the lower half hung loose over a thin waist. His legs were thick, and his biceps bulged out from the straps of his pack. I could tell from here that he was a silver fox, and his fluffy tail hung loosely under the pack. He saw my plates, and ran over to my window, and now his fluffy tail was wagging broadly.

"Hey, Tiger!" he panted. The day was already getting hot. "I got stranded here by some ex-friends earlier this week, and really want to get home. Can you help me? I can give you a little fuel money, but I haven't got much left."

I made a show of looking over my shoulder for space in the truck, but had already determined that his gear would fit easily on the back bench. "Well, you don't need to worry about gas money, unless you take me off the route I've got planned. I've got room for your gear, I think. And it is a long, dull drive across this state. I could use some good company."

"I've got good company in spades! And if you like classic rock, I have some great music, too."

"Oh yeah? Got any Zeppelin?"

"IV. Who wouldn't?"

"Iron Butterfly?"

"Absolutely. In-a-gadda-da-vida."

"Alan Parsons Project?"

"Oh, yeah! The Raven."

"Beatles?"

"Eww, no!"

"Purrrrr-fect. You got yourself a deal. Throw your pack in the back and hop in." I leaned over to unlock the passenger side doors as he scurried around the truck.

"Thanks, Tig'! You've saved my life." He tossed his pack in, and jumped on the seat. His scent hit me fairly strong when he got in front of the vents; I could smell sweat and maleness, and that particular fox musk that tells others of his species that he's of a ripe age to mate, but he didn't smell filthy. Stranded he may be, but he was still taking care of himself. The smell sent a thrill through me and I had to adjust how I was sitting on the seat as I felt my pants get tight over my lap. I picked up the atlas and flipped it to Utah, setting it over my lap to make sure I wasn't showing anything off.

"Where in Utah?"

"Cedar City, down in the southwest corner."

"You're in luck," I explained. "I'm from St. George." and got the car rolling. I decided to leave the windows down for bit to air things out, while I got the car up to speed on I-80.

"Wow, that's amazing! So I'm like, right on your way!" His tail thumped against the seat, and as I looked at him, grinning broadly, he looked even more attractive. I kept the atlas in my lap. "You wouldn't believe the week I've had," he remarked as I hit the highway proper, and reluctantly rolled the windows up. "My buddies and I were heading to Chicago to look for work, when we got into an argument. I guess I was on the losing side of the argument, because I went to the bathroom when we stopped for lunch, I came back and found them gone, and they left the check unpaid, and my pack in the parking spot. I've been trying to find a way home all week, but I had left my phone in the car when we stopped, so I had no way to call home. Did you know pay phones are a thing of the past? I couldn't find one anywhere in this whole town. Not that I got too far away from the highway. I knew if I got away from 80, I'd be in trouble. But apparently, it's also not legal to camp along the Platte, because I kept having to run and hide from city and state patrol houndsmen. At least I could mask my scent in the water, so those dogs didn't sniff me out. Kept me from getting too smelly, too, I guess. But if I was going to get home, I couldn't be spending time in the local jail for transience. Oh, and by the way, I'm Craig."

"Hi, Craig, I'm Toby. Nice to meet you." I offered him a sideways paw and he took mine in a firm grip that sent a shiver up my spine.

"And thanks again for picking me up. When you stopped and I saw your Utah plates, I just about had a heart attack. I was like, 'Here's my chance to get home!' You're an answer to prayer, Tig'."

"Well, you have good timing, because Nebraska just let out for the year. I'm surprised you didn't see any other students coming from the branch here in town, actually."

"None that would stop, anyway."

"That's too bad. Well, we're here, now, and we've got a long drive ahead. Why don't you go ahead and load up the first CD? Then you can tuck in to my leftovers from breakfast, if you haven't had any." I handed him my box of pancakes and sausages - it was much too heavy of fare to be eating while driving anyway - and Craig reached behind him and pulled his music wallet out of the back pack, and loaded it in the radio. The conversation died for a bit as we rocked out to the classics, and the miles really flew by. We made it to Fort Morgan before I needed to stop and fuel up again, so that's where we stopped for lunch. They had a great little deli in town, a bit away from the highway. Their sandwiches were amazing, and I also picked up a cured gazelle roast for my parents, which I would toss in the cooler for the rest of the trek.

Without the rock to drive the conversation (and the singing), we had to come up with topics to discuss again while we munched on our sandwiches. "So what were you guys arguing about, anyway? It had to be pretty bad, for your buddies to just abandon you like that."

Craig's whole composure deflated. I hated to see him so downcast, and backpedaled fast. "I'm sorry, it's none of my business. I shouldn't have asked."

"No, it's alright." He started, then paused. "Well, it wasn't really an argument, I guess. It's just... well, you know, we come from a small town, and folks're pretty conservative."

"What, are you planning to vote for Bernese Sanders or something?"

"Not on your life! No, much worse. I, uh..." he lowered his voice. "I came out."

I raised my eyebrows and did my best to look surprised. Inside, I was leaping and pumping my fist. Yes, yes, yes! "Ohhh."

"Yeah. We had just come up to the exit when I finally got the courage to do it. They were quiet all through lunch, and when I hit the can, I came out and found them gone. They didn't even leave a note. I guess it's good to know who your real friends are, huh?"

"Dude, that's so not cool."

"Yeah. I figured, since we were heading to Chicago, and it was a big town, maybe I would finally have a chance to, like, be myself, as it were. It gets so old, hiding everything." There were tears forming at the corners of his eyes. I surveyed the table. By this time, we had finished our sandwiches, and I reached across and took his paw. "Well, I'm not going to leave you behind, and the food's already paid for. Come on, let's get going."

The tears had begun to fall, and he surprised me with a rib-crusher of a hug when we stood up. "Thanks," he said. "That means more than you'll know."

I patted him on the back, then guided him to the truck, making sure I let him in first. "You have no idea."

The conversation shifted back to more light hearted things as we got back on the highway, like road rage and the lunacy of having to travel right through the heart of Denver in afternoon traffic, and then on to the scenery in the mountains as we climbed towards the Divide. In fact, we didn't come back to it again until we got to Grand Junction, where we stopped for the night. I had a reservation at a hotel in Fruita, so we pulled up to the La Quinta there, and I checked us in. Coming back to the car in the port at the front of the hotel, I told Craig, "My reservation was for a single, and it probably costs another forty dollars a night for a double, so I didn't change it. It's got a king-sized, though. I hope that's alright." Ok, so it was a lie. I know they charge the same amount for a single or a double; it's the suites with the extra furniture and kitchenettes that cost more. But here he was, a hot fox, going to be in the same room with me and no chaperone or roommates or any other possible interruption; well, I had to try.

"Anything is better than the swampy marsh alongside the Platte River. Give me that and a hot shower, and you're golden."

"Ooh, good point. Well, come on." I grabbed my overnight gear and the cooler, and he took his pack, and we went up to the room. Both of us dropped our gear and flopped on the massive bed. "You know that feeling when you've been driving for hours..."

"...and you still feel like you're moving? Yeah. You know what gets rid of that? A backrub and a good, hot bath."

"You're on," I grinned, rolling over so my back was exposed.

"Hey, I meant for you to give me one!" He laughed.

"I drove you here, what more do you want?"

"Fair enough. Ok, I'll do you now, then we eat, then you do me."

I looked at his innocent face and lust filled me. I could smell his musk again and it was driving me wild. I was very glad to be laying on my stomach, though I'm sure he'd smell me in very short order. I'd do him, alright. "You got yourself a deal," I announced for the second time, today.

"Shirt off, Tiger," he decreed, tugging at the hem. I didn't even try to resist as he crawled up and straddled me. As soon as my arms were free, I flopped down and rumbled. His paws on my back sent a shiver up and down my spine, and I'm sure my fur was standing up. Oh, well. Too late, now, as I felt his weight settle, his rump on my rump. I laid my tail over his lap and around his waist to be out of the way, and noticed that his shorts were pretty tight, too. Well, I knew that about him, but he didn't yet know about me. Or at least, he wasn't sure.

"I've always wanted to get a close look at a tiger's pattern," he said, brushing at my fur. "I heard they go all the way to the skin? Yep, that's cool!" My answer was another pleasant rumble. I let him work in quiet for a while, moaning occasionally when he hit a knot, of which there were several around my shoulder blades and deltoids. Driving is hard on a fur's back. Eventually, I realized that his shorts were now pressing up on my tail. I decided to try something, and let my tail flop a little. Most of the movement was in the end, but the base, in his lap, had to move, as well. It rubbed the tented fabric.

"Seems I'm not the only one enjoying this backrub," I said. He didn't answer, but his tail began to wag, softly. "You know, I haven't told you yet, the reason I went so far away to school was so that I could be me, if you get my meaning. St. George is pretty conservative, too, and I wanted to be able to, ah, experiment, without having to worry about my family finding out."

"And did you?" Craig's movements were slow and deliberate, as he worked on my neck. I could feel he was leaning closer.

"Not yet; I haven't... haven't had the guts, yet."

"That's a shame," he said. "But then, this was my first trip away, so I haven't yet, either."

I could feel his breath on my neck, now, as he worked on a knot in my shoulder, but his movements were slowing down. The pheromone scent was stronger.

"Unfortunate," I agreed. I turned my head back a little more, and looked over my shoulder at him. Suddenly, I felt his muzzle press to the side of mine. His paws had stopped altogether. He was leaning forward enough that I could move underneath him, so I rolled over, and put a paw on the back of his head, gently pulling him down into a proper kiss. I could feel his tail wagging rapidly over my knees. If this was his first kiss, he was very good at it, as the touch of his lips on mine was absolutely electrical. We held it for a moment before I let go, and he sat up a little.

"Wow," he said.

"Wow," I agreed. "Let's do that again." He didn't hesitate. This time, I slid my tongue across his lips, and he reciprocated. He paused a moment, then pressed his lips against mine, parting his narrow muzzle and sliding his silky vulpine tongue over my lips. His tongue tasted sweet, and a little salty. And the electricity was firing all down my back. I grabbed him with both paws and rolled us over together so that I was on top, and lowered my muzzle to lick at his neck, which got a soft moan, and his tail flopped heavily against the bed. I was really starting to like his tail. We rolled and kissed and necked for a while, before my stomach began to growl, bringing us back to the present. I laughed at the noise. "Oh, yeah. Food. Um... well, why don't we brush our fur a bit and go get that Mexican, real quick like?"

"If we must..."

"We must. I'd hate for all this kissing to turn into me eating you because I'm a hungry apex predator."

"Well, that depends on what and how you eat, I suppose!"

"Ha! That's dessert. Come on."

The restaurant was not busy on a Monday night, so we were served fast and skipped the fried ice cream - but not the margaritas. The conversation never strayed from the topic of being gay, and what we had always wanted to do. It turned out we had similar interests and fantasies, and were increasingly eager to try things out. The El Tapatío was a couple blocks from the hotel, and we practically ran back to the hotel. Craig was tearing at my shirt before I could get the door unlocked and us inside. We collapsed against the door as it closed and began to kiss heavily, our paws exploring each other as we removed articles of clothing. Once he was down to his briefs and I to my boxers, I scooped him up and carried him over to the bed, where I laid him back, pinning his paws down and kissing him again. I looked at him with a grin and went back to the spot I had found on his neck, lapping broadly with my rough tongue. He arched his back and moaned. I lapped the other side and he responded with an even louder moan. I liked that! But I didn't stay there long, the prize was still hidden under taught, black fabric. I let my muzzle stray down to his chest, sniffing at the sweat there, and lapping the line between his firm, round pecs. His torso was amazing! There may not be a lot to do in Cedar City, but they at least had a good gym. Straddling him now, I put both of my paws on his chest and pressed my fingers in. The muscle was firm, and thick. I moved my paws so I could pinch both nipples, which got an excited whimper from him. I looked up and saw a broad grin. His tongue was even hanging out a little. I leaned down and kissed a nipple and got another moan. I nipped it and got a yelp, but when I started to lift my head, he pressed me back down. I did it again, and got a smaller yelp, followed by a moan. I tried it on the other side and got the same response.

I filed that away for future use, and began to tongue my way over his washboard abs. He massaged my ears encouragingly, until I reached the elastic of his briefs. I pressed my muzzle on the side of the tented fabric and inhaled deeply. There was that scent I had whiffed when he first got in the car. It drove me wild now, this close and this strong. My lust boiled over and I rubbed my muzzle all over the black fabric, lapping at it. He moaned again. "Ohh, Toby."

I couldn't stand it anymore; I had to see it. Taking the elastic band carefully in my teeth, I pulled it up and back, revealing his thick, red cock. It stood well out from his sheath and the veins stippled it liberally. I had never seen a fox naked, and was surprised that it looked very canine. I said so and he laughed. "Well, we do look like dogs, even if we are closer cousins to cats."

I lowered my muzzle and sniffed it. The musk was so strong now! I buried my muzzle in his soft underfur and breathed deep. Then I lapped tentatively at the side of his shaft. Then again, a longer lick, and finally, I ran my rough tongue from base to tip. He let out a long moan and laid his head back. Encouraged, I did it again, this time starting from the base of his balls and swirling around the tip. He groaned. Finally, I wrapped my paw around the base and made it stand up. A bead of clear liquid was forming at the top. I took it up with my tongue and earned another yip. It was salty sweet. Wanting more, I touched my lips to his tip and suckled lightly. I was rewarded by another drop, then I slid my lips down over the shaft. I'd read enough stories to know that I needed to keep my teeth well away from his sensitive flesh as I pressed my muzzle down to his groin. He bucked, and when his shaft hit the back of my throat I gagged, sitting back up rapidly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He cried, but I waved it off as I recovered.

"No, no, it's ok. It just surprised me, that's all. I don't have a great gag reflex. You hit my hyoid process, and I'm pretty sensitive there. Just give me a second." I shook my head and tried again, from the licking stage. This time, I kept a paw on his hips and held him down as I lowered my muzzle onto him again. He didn't try to buck, and I managed to get him all the way in. I held there for a second and let my throat get used to the invader, then began to bob slowly up and down. He groaned as I flickered my tongue against the front of his shaft. Then an idea occurred to me. I pressed all the way down again and he gasped a little. I pressed both paws on his hips and began to roar, vibrating the hyoid bone against his tip.

"Oh ffffuuuuuuuuck!" he cried, and tried to buck, but I held him down so he wouldn't gag me. When I finished the roar, I came up for air and sat over him. His eyes slowly came back into focus and he looked at me. That was amazing! What was that?"

"That was my hyoid bone. It's what enables us to growl, and small cats to purr."

"Damn, Tiger! I guess it's true, then, once you go feline, you never go back!"

"I dunno," I demurred with a grin. "I think I'm gonna stick with silver fox for a while."

"Oh, really," he asked, pouncing me and pressing me back onto the expansive bed. "And let's see what you've got under here," he said, pulling my boxers down. The sun was sitting on the horizon and streaming in through the window. Where Craig had pushed me back, I was fully in the sunbeam and it lit me up with all of its intense, red-orange glory. Craig raised his arms and sang, "Ahhhhh!"

I laughed, and he replied, "It's like the heavenly angels are telling me to make you mine."

"You won't hear me complaining," I encouraged. "Unless you take too long! Then the sun will be gone, and you'll have missed it."

"Oh, your dick will evaporate when the sun goes away?"

"Only if the handsome prince doesn't kiss it in time!"

He barked a laugh and leaned forward. "Mustn't have that!" And with the final beam of the sun, he wrapped his muzzle around my shaft. I had never felt anything like the soft, moist warmth enveloping me, and I let out a short growl, bucking into his face. He was expecting it from his own reaction, and rode my hips so that I didn't gag him. But what he wasn't expecting, was that my shaft became fully erect and he chocked as the spikes tugged at his throat. He chocked and sat up. "Oh, man, what are those?"

"Those are what makes a tiger's dick a tiger's. Sorry, I should have warned you."

Craig took my engorged rod in his hand and inspected them, licking softly. "No, it's OK. Fascinating." He licked again. "And tasty." He shrugged, and began to suck on my tip again. His silky tongue flickered against my head and I moaned. I let him go for a few moments, then curled over and offered him a kiss.

We kissed slowly, tasting each other's tongues, finding the saltiness and musk of each others' groins there. As the kiss lengthened, I slowly stretched myself back out so I was laying against him, pressing my body against his. Finally, we broke apart and I looked him in the eyes. "Well, you saved me from disappearing, but... you still haven't made me yours."

Craig looked down and took my shaft in his paw. We were both still aroused, but had gone soft with disuse. "Hmm. I wanna see those spikes again, and, well, I'm not sure I'm ready to hit you with my knot yet. Besides," he grinned at me. "You're already giving me a ride. How about I return the favor?"

It took me half a second to get what he was implying. "Oh, you want me to... rrrrr!" I growled and kissed him passionately in answer, as my shaft firmed up in his paw. We kissed like that for a few more minutes, then I stopped and considered, "Where should we do this?"

"On the bed, on the table, over the chair, in the window, down by the pool, in the hotel lobby, in your Jimmy, on the hood of the cab, and on your bed and in mine." Craig's eyes fixed on me hungrily.

"Ambitious, aren't we?" I laughed. "You can have all of those that are legal. Or at least won't get us arrested. Especially in my bed and yours. But for tonight..." I got up and tugged him with me, putting a pillow on the small writing table La Quinta had furnished, for him to lean on. It put his rump at just the right height for my tall legs. I happened to have some lube to play with in my travel bag, so I fetched it out, and began to smear it on my shaft. Then I squeezed out a little more and put it in his crack. As he leaned there before me, I stopped to admire his delicious bubble but. I massaged the muscles, and ran my paws over his back. "Has anyone told you you're hot?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Well, they should. Because you are."

"Thanks... now..."

"Yeah." I stepped forward and pressed my shaft against his tailhole. His flesh resisted, so I pressed harder. Slowly, I felt the tip press in. He let out a yelp. "Oh, God, are you ok?"

"Yeah... don't pull out! Just... hold it there..." This through clenched teeth. He gasped for breath a few times, and his breath slowly became easier. "Ok, that's better. I'd heard it could hurt the first time. Ok, push slowly. Get all the way in, and let me get used to you."

I obliged, and slowly pressed until my hips were firmly against his. He continued to gasp and grunt. The feelings for me were incredible! Even better than when he had taken me in his mouth, this was warm, moist, and tight! And I could feel it throb, especially around the sphincter. As he squirmed to adjust, so to the muscles inside clenched and released. I nearly lost my load right there. But I waited, and he got his breath under control.

"Ok, I think I'm ready..."

"Ok." I carefully pulled about half-way out. I certainly didn't want to pull out and have to start over. I pushed back in, and he moaned.

"Fuck, that feels good, Tiger!"

I arched my back so I could lean down and kiss the back of his neck. "It's great from this side, too, my hot Fox." Once I hilted again, I tried once more, getting a little farther out this time. I could feel my dick swelling, and my spikes coming out.

"Oh, woah, that's amazing!" He woofed.

"That's the spikes."

"I am definitely staying with felines!"

I laughed, and said, "You better!" And I wrapped my jaw around his neck and shoulder as I began to pump, slowly at first, but getting faster. Soon I was thrusting hard, shaking the table beneath him with each impact, as my balls slapped against his hips.

"Oh... yeah!... Fuck me Tiger!" he grunted with each thrust.

I was all too happy to oblige, changing paces and depths so that it would last longer, but eventually I was ready and didn't think I could resist anymore. I bit down on his neck again, my fangs just barely puncturing his skin as I muffled my roar into his neck muscles. The first shot came inside him, and the second, then I pulled out and shot three or four more ropes all over his back, up to his neck. Then I pressed back just inside his tailhole and milked the last few driblets into him again, while smearing my seed along his back with my free paw.

"Now you're mine," I explained, lapping the mess of seed from my paw. "I got you first. No matter what, you belong to me, forever."

He seemed to consider this. "I'm ok with that, as long as I get to claim you, too." He stood up and kissed me passionately.

"You've got yourself a deal," I repeated again. But now, that you've done me, and I've really done you, let's get that hot bath and get to bed.

We were delighted to discover that La Quinta had installed the large, corner-style baths, which made plenty of room for us to share. The bath water was cold by time we finished making out, and we rinsed the soap and grime of the water out with a quick, hot shower before toweling off, then stepping into the fur dryer. As he led the way back to bed, I fondled his tail.

"You know, I've always wanted to fondle a fox tail," I said, combing the soft, freshly-fluffed fur with my fingers.

"I love to have it fondled, too. Feels so good." He pulled the sheets back and we mounted the soft, expansive mattress, with me still behind him.

I sniffed at the end, and pulled it closer, to sniff more. I snuffled and licked with my tongue, slowly up the tail, until I reached the base. I paused a moment, then shrugged. Another thing to try, I suppose. I lapped at his tailhole. I could still taste my seed there, even though we had tried to clean him thoroughly. He let out a long moan. I lapped again, and he groaned more.

"You know, you're going to get me started again, if you keep that up."

That was all the encouragement I needed, as I began to bathe the perineum, his tailhole, and his shaft with my tongue. Within moments, he was fully erect again. "My turn," I announced.

"Can't wait, eh?"

"Nope." I pulled him onto his back and turned so I was facing him, then straddled him, raising my knees up. I had snagged the lube as we walked to the bed, and I smeared it on his shaft, not even bothering to warm it up.

"Whoo, cold!"

"I'll warm it. Don't worry." I wasn't wasting any time. I wanted him in me. Raising up on my knees, I aimed him, then lowered myself down. He was thinner than me overall, and so was his shaft than mine, so I took him in easier, and sat all the way down. It did hurt some, but it also felt amazing, at the same time. I could feel the pressure of him filling my insides, and resisted the urge to push his dick out. "Damn, that does feel good." He just nodded, chewing on his bottom lip, his eyes unfocused.

I waited until the pain subsided, then raised myself up. I paused and he thrust his hips as I sat down. We very quickly settled into a rhythm as both of us grunted and groaned. He didn't last long, which was no surprise, considering all we had done to each other already today. I thrust down once, and he put a paw on my chest to hold me, when suddenly I let out a growl of pain as I felt myself stretched rapidly. His knot expanded inside me and my insides clenched to resist. This was all he needed, and he began to shoot inside me. There was no pulling out to smear all over my back as I had done to him, because we were tied together by his knot. I felt his orgasm swelling my insides. I had no idea that knotted animals could cum so much; it felt like more than a horse! Finally he stopped, and we both relaxed, but the pressure on my prostate was enough that I had to grab my own shaft and jerk. He took the cue and curled forward, slurping and sucking on it until I came again in his mouth. He licked up every last drop, then offered me a sticky kiss. We kissed long and slow, until his knot finally receded and he slid out with a slurp.

"That's twice today I've tasted you," he grinned, swallowing what remained.

"But I haven't tasted you," I finished. He answered that by leaning down and lapping at my rump. I collapsed back on the bed, raising my hips for him, and groaned. "Oh, yeah." He cleaned me out, then sat up for another kiss. I hesitated for a moment. Most furs didn't clean themselves anymore, and the concept was considered gross, but I had just asked for this. Besides, I had already cleaned his hole with my tongue. I shrugged off my hesitation and kissed him long, and deep. His seed tasted different than mine. I could taste his musk, and some other flavors that must be unique to foxes, too. And it was a little saltier, probably because he hadn't been as well hydrated for the last few days. We curled up as we kissed, and finally fell asleep that way, uncovered and naked, in the middle of the bed, and slept until the morning sun grew bright enough to wake us.

The rest of the trip was fairly uneventful, and when I dropped him off at his house, I gave him my number and contacts, so we could plan a trip together to Zion in the coming weeks, to continue this adventure. And then he was going to look for a job in Lincoln, Nebraska, the following fall...