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Time flies when you’re enjoying yourself. I guess it was both good and bad to notice this; but sure as shoot, the weekend was far too fleeting.

Before we knew it, it was Sunday morning and but twenty-four hours before the snuggles, the long walks, the fresh air and the humping had to be put on hold for… well, that was it! I didn’t know what Klaus had planned after all this was over. It scared me.

I took my mind off by relaxing into the rhythm of the domestic, and the wonderful feeling of doing all that with the one I’d wanted my whole life through. We had fish the first night, something that Klaus had reveled in showing off to me the moment we got there. He’d got a few quick lessons, and was eager to try it out; and as with many things in his life, he was pretty darned successful at it! It was wonderful enough to watch him bend over at the lakeside to clean the catch, as it was to help him prepare it in our little kitchen. The feeling of him right there beside me, at paws reach whenever I desired, was just so frickin’ perfect.

For Sunday, we’d work up an appetite for local rabbit, which had been caught and hung ‘specially for our arrival. I had slept in as Klaus rose early; he was clothed and out of the house with an axe in paw before I could have pronounced his surname! Whilst he was gone, I was able to pad about the cabin hugged into one of his buttoned shirts, coddling my hot cup of coffee as my eyes and nose took in the start of a bright new day.

The lake was glinting in the noonday shine, brushed by its comb-like trees and reflecting the snow, mountains and the ripple of the timber in our little holiday home.

“Hey there sleepy!” Out of those evergreens came that distinct muzzle, a heavy hessian sack over one shoulder and the axe propped against the other. Klaus came up the steps, and heaved the load to the floor before propping his weapon up against the rail, “Thought I’d head out to get some wood.”

“Leavin’ me out of my favorite pastime huh?!” I turned and leant back against the wood, tail and back to the lake, muzzle and eyes concentrated at Klaus as he stood there stretching. The smell of fresh split pine was all over him, mixed with a delicate sweat that meant he hadn’t showered this morning. He’d brought wood, alright; raging hard and tenting the over-shirt I was wearing. Perhaps he’d noticed, perhaps he hadn’t; I just couldn’t keep my paws off the guy!

I left my mug on the veranda and padded forward, reaching up into a kiss and roaming my paws down across his firm ass, feeling for his tail.

“Someone’s in the mood for something.” Klaus grinned, taking my paw and leading me back into the house, “I’ve used one chopper this morning. Let’s see if you like the other!”

Back to bed we went, the thoughts of him out in the forest spending his energy in the clear fresh air just too much of a waste! Let me take that sweat, that musk, that overwhelmingly male odour, and turn it into something hopelessly close to an aphrodisiac. My shirt came off as he tumbled me backwards onto the duvet, then took off his own and prowled onto the bed, looking for his prize.

“You would look so good in one of these.” He reached round to his backside, almost as though he had something attached to his belt like a set of keys; it was a black leather collar, “sit up and be a good fox.”

I obeyed my masterful English lover, and enjoyed how the material felt against my throat and ruff.

“Mmmm, very nice! Besides..” He pushed me back down onto the sheets, “I love having something to hang on to!”

His dark jeans were heavy in the crotch, silhouetted against the light of the front windows and making me whine for satisfaction. I couldn’t smell him properly with those work-tired denims on. If he knew that made me crazy, he probably did it all on purpose; the restricted view, the blocked smell and all but brief elements of his nubby tail smeared in its wagging.

My footpaws dragged and scratched at his pants.

“I want them off! Get… get out of those pants and fuck me!”

Klaus didn’t respond, just mischievously enjoying how het up I was getting with trying to get him out of his clothes.

“I think you need some help there.” He got up to kneel on the sheets, between my spread legs, teasing his fly zip down before sinking back to me, “your nose can feel around in my darkness, sweet fox. I don’t need to be naked to give you exactly what you want.”

And oh fuck he was right! My muzzle twitched as he slipped his hard dick out of his underwear, arching in perfect sky-borne sight through the open zipper and smelling just the perfect side of unwashed. In the dusky, musky distance between our fu my eyes caught the last sight of that rich crimson, fungiform cock tip sink under my bollocks and press against my begging hole. I’d had my tease and my play with his scent and tangible sex, and now it was Klaus’s turn. He didn’t hold back and it was quite clear that I wasn’t the only one turned on by his exertion in the forest; the way he worked himself up, the sweaty, dripping fur of a studly working dog, and the machine motion of his hips giving in to the desperate relief, the rewards for working so whole-heartedly.

He wasn’t happy with me just lying there and taking him missionary, legs clamped around his waist and wanting for more and more. Klaus growled lustfully and withdrew that dripping, pent up member, and flipped me over, sinking back into my ass with right paw on the neck of my tail, and the other gripped firmly on my new collar.

I just knelt there on all-fours going gradually cross-eyed, the squatting thrust and slap of Klaus’s loins getting quicker and deeper. It was joined only by the rhythmic bang of the headboard against the timber wall and my ever-more desperate crying for him to pump me full.

“Had… h..had to have you… screw you doggy at..at least once.” He pushed harder and harder, growling and huffing between his words as though his life depended on what he could do to my insides, my brain and my sex-soaked tail.

I don’t think I’d felt anything like the orgasms he was able to push out of me. Perhaps it was the depths he was able to get to that no other lover had before; or perhaps it was his muscular power and the way it made me feel so wonderfully vulnerable when he took me. But then I realized it was none of this; and as I knelt there, my tail curling into knots as he unloaded, my ears taking in every little groan that came from his delicious sophisticated muzzle, I knew that it was just him!

Just the way he smelled, the way he took care of me and the way he looked for ways to either make me happy or horny, or both.

If I was smitten for Klaus before this, I was now irretrievably in love with him.

“More?”

I shook my head, a mawful of toast still rolling happily in my jaws, and a stomach that was pretty much full to bursting. All this humping, all this biological sodium and protein, was enough to work up a fox-sized appetite. The bunny was delicious by the way, and although I prefer chicken by a long shot, it could rapidly become a favorite so long as Klaus was there to cook it. Man, the way he seasoned it, took the time over the stove and bathed it in its juices every twenty minutes; all I gotta’ say is, you have to try it some time!

We ate in front of the roaring log fire on that last night; so romantic, I thought I’d melt! Klaus snuggled me on that comfy two-seat sofa so that I wouldn’t get cold, plates with clean bones sat in the shadow of the fire, the false hell for the fallen lapine. The scents of burning pine, ash, gravy and toasting marshmallow were rich on the nose. Klaus crouched forward to spin another white lump of sweet fluffy sugar over the flames, leaving me to lie back on the arm of the couch away from his comfy lap for just seconds.

“You’re coming back to Britain with me right?”

I can’t tell you, even to this day, how my ears shot up and turned to hone in on that strangest and most spontaneous of declarations.

“Sorry?” I got up and rubbed my eyes, leaning back into the cushions and awaiting Klaus to explain. I mean, what the fuck!?

He came back to sit beside me, his muzzle chewing right over the plump treat and those eyes trained at me; for fuck sake, he was waiting for me!

“I… I don’t want to seem pressuring or anything, baby.”

“Um, well I… no no, I…” I just went droopy, leaning my head back down into his lap and pinning my ears back, wanting for a stroke.

“I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m sorry.”

And now I got back up, sitting away from him and bringing my tail across my lower stomach.

“I… I just don’t really know whether I can.”

“Well, look at it this way” Klaus put the skewer down to the floor and turned, sitting side on and facing me, “I need a smart, sexy IT guy to help me out with the designs and… what?”

Now I was pissed, wagging my paw and shaking my head as I got to my feet to stand there in front of him.

“You just want someone to fiddle with your hard drives, is that it?! Is that what this has all been about?” I swished my paws about the cabin in desperate upset, “you took me out here to give me a three-day job interview!”

“That’s not it at all! I wanted t…”

“Screw me in every which way possible to find out if I’d be that susceptible to your will?”

“Now hang on just a minute, I never sa…”

“You didn’t need to say anything Klaus, don’t you get it?!” We were now muzzle-to-muzzle in the centre of the cabin, with just the crackling of the embers to keep our ears alert, “I love you.”

“I love you too Sc…”

“You see, that’s where we differ!” I growled at him now, backing him up against the rear of the sofa and feeling my eyes give way to tears, “you keep sayin’ that, then you do this! I’m not here to… to be… be just… oh I dunno!”

“Scotty, honey. I…”

“Don’t touch me!” I can get pretty moody when I’ve been lead up the garden path for days on end. I padded back to slump into the sofa, eyes lost and drying in the heat of the hearth.

He lingered behind me for a second or two, before sighing and returning to sit beside me, muzzle still trained towards talking me into something.

“It’s not just for the work, you know? I want you to be where I can always make you mine, if you get what I mean.”

“You want a cocksleeve.”

“No no, that’s not what I said! I… look, I’m leaving for London when we get back to O’Hare on Monday afternoon, and I’d love it if you came back with me. Start anew in the UK, have a stable career and never be alone at night. I’d… I’ve always wanted to come home to you, Scotty.”

I turned to see a sincere fold in those dagger ears, and a dulling of his eyes that hid a welling of teardrops along those usually stalwart sclera.

“I meant it when I said that I hadn’t stopped thinking about you. I’m fed up with my humdrum life, going to the office, coming home to an empty flat, and beating off to whatever silly fuckin’ wolf wants to raise his tail to the tune of my maxed out credit card.”

This was a side of Klaus I hadn’t seen, even in those times when he was crying for no reason and not letting on as to why he was so down. He was actually confiding in me for the first time, telling me what that heart really wanted when you dug it out of those swathes of muscle and treacle-black fur.

The look and the voice, that soft, dreamy English aural madness was enough to break any resistance I had in my head. I remember just smiling and falling back into a cuddle with him, loving how warm he was and how good he smelled.

“You’ll think about it right?” He whispered as he leant down and lingered a kiss on the side of my tired muzzle.

I just nodded my head and closed my eyes. He was asking a lot. It was now a case of whether the taming had worked and, more to the point, whether I could rein him in permanently to justify a move so far across the world.

It wasn’t ruined, not by a long shot. We were just a lot more mellow and cuddly with each other as the time came to pack, and meet the helicopter.

I say it wasn’t ruined, cos’ I should’ve qualified that with a yet! Klaus had been secretly hanging on my every word, no matter what I was hammering on about, in hopes that I would reveal whether or not I’d join him in England; but me being me, I hung it out and hung it out until it was almost too fucking late!

I just couldn’t decide, not just like that anyway! I mean, if he’d told me at least, then I could’ve planned in advance. The Montana trip could still have been a surprise, but the outcome would’ve been much more outlined.

We get off the private plane and head into the terminal building, holding paws might I add. Perhaps that was me; I knew very well what I had decided deep down, and the contact was the last I could possibly hope for, for perhaps ever!

Klaus got me a cold fizzy beverage in the little waiting lounge and sat opposite me, pondering over his passport and ticket like they were a long lost tome, a gateway to a place he didn’t want to see without someone at his side.

“They’re coming to escort me to my flight in…” He shuffled his wrist fur and checked his watch, “about five minutes. Did… did you want to come with me to the gate?”

I just nodded, swallowing hard on my drink and leading the way out of the comfy, warm leather air. There were British Airways staff there at the bottom of the escalator waiting for Klaus just as he’d mentioned; and now I was caught between them and him.

I felt a paw clutch my right shoulder, and squeeze gently.

“You only need to say, and I can get you the seat right next to me.”

I leant back and held his paw there, my muzzle screwed up to stop the tears coming. He softly relinquished and rounded me to stand with the airport crew.

“I... I can’t”

The look on Klaus’s muzzle was heartbreaking, but still I couldn’t overcome how impromptu the whole situation had become. I had this horrible hot feeling flushing through me from ears to tail as we hugged for the last time, my paws clutching him tight as I got that last waft of his beautiful scent. The image of him padding solemnly to the escalator and standing there as it took him to the next floor, will remain with me forever. He turned on the step to face me as he went, our eyes not leaving one another until the very top of the horizon took him away; and then he was gone, my life empty once more and left to the boredom of the trip home alone.

Like an idiot, I found the closest bar and sat there for hours, sobbing into my beer. I’d never felt this low before, even if my head said that I had made the most logical decision. Everything felt pointless, my tail slung low and my sinuses gradually being filled with the smells of my intoxication; and don’t ask me how I managed to get home, cos’ I haven’t a clue! All I remember was waking up on my cold couch the following morning at about eleven with a raging headache, a bent tail and fur matted in tears and a horrid travel-born sweat.

The silence in both ear and nose was torrid. I hated being here!

We didn’t even talk or Skype much or anything to be honest. It was because I had to admit that every time I saw and smelled him over the internet connection, I’d just break down in floods of tears regretting every decision I had made that kept me in the slightest bit away from him.

The voices in my head just murmured over and over, how I was a useless loner, a fox who was afraid of taking risks… that I might as well use that gun under the bed and end it all. I can’t deny that that had entered my head, long weekends spent sitting in my underwear on the tatty sofa in the back of my office, drowning my sorrows in some cheap-ass lager.

A sudden shot of courage one day prompted me to go look for a new partner. Wow, was that a mistake!? It was only when I was looking for new tail, that I realized I was seeking sex and nothing more, cos’ none of them could replace the one I’d lost. Some of them were kinda cool, but there was the wuff who decided that he really liked me, but he’d rather see whether he could repair things with his ex!

Oh yeah, and then there was the fox from over on Oak Ave. Man, what a douche! Kinda sweet,c ute and with a cub’s muzzle, but fuck me was he into his video games; so much so, that I lost out!

Get offa’ me, I’m tryin’ to level up here!

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No matter how hard I tried to initiate, he pushed me away in favor of his fucking game! It was all about the control for him, in more ways than one.

So my already dented esteem and pride took another devastating blow. I tried to lose myself in my work, taking as many client appointments as my paws could handle; possibly too many. I just felt that I needed to be insanely busy, cos’ otherwise I’d start feeling lonely and sorry for myself. I’d wear myself out completely, six and a half days a week, until my tail and body could take no more.

One Monday morning I lay there on my couch, staring at the ceiling, completely fuckin’ zonked!

I can’t do this, I can’t do this anymore!

I didn’t need a break. I needed a change of life! It wasn’t the best thing to drive myself into the ground before I had this revelation, but it certainly worked. Whilst not neglecting welcome work, I started to take it easy, have days for just me; and I’ll give you one guess how I ended up spending them!

Sure you can call it hermit-like or no improvement if you wish, but waking up nice and late, staying barefurred and pawing off for hours on end to that tight dobe ass was like fuckin’ heaven! I was so glad I had kept the photos from my days at university, the ones Klaus had sent me to keep me thoroughly entertained. There was no guilt in soaking those polaroids with hot spurts of cum, and no crying afterward for the void I was still feeling. Seeing him, barefurred and flexing, bent over in his gym shorts or his jockstrap or both (fuck yeah!), just got my nose twitching almost as though he were right there with me.

I still wasn’t brave enough to chat with him anywhere near as much as I used to, which probably made me come off real bad! I used to have a shot or two of liquid courage, before trying to sign on to Skype or Messenger. Problem was I would have one or two drinks too many, and wouldn’t be able to think straight, let alone type my password into the PC.

It was one of those sex and alcohol hangovers that pushed me into phoning the only two foxes who knew me better than my absent lover; my mom and dad. I needed some advice, and my brothers and sisters were all far too far flung and separated from my life to comment; my father’s very own brand of advice would have to suffice, I guessed!

“If you ask me, it sounds real fruity! Not sure I’m happy with you datin’ some limey dog!” This was pretty much the reaction I expected, even through my subtle cry for help.

“Dad, would you stop with the gay-bashing already!? I’m asking you whether you think I should go, not whether I’m worthy or anythin’”

There was a huff and a sigh at the end of the phone, making me furrow my brow and start to feel the anger build up inside me.

“Well?”

“I don’t want to see you ruin what you have here. You have no need to move that far away, and I really don’t think your mother would like it either.”

“Well let’s find out shall we?! Put Mom on!”

“Now hold on sonny boy, I’m…”

“Just let me talk to Mom, OK?” I was becoming real frustrated with him now; he’d always been difficult, especially since it emerged I was gay.

The phone went clunk, probably slammed down on to the hallway desk, before it was picked up seconds later by my mom. I explained it all again, and I could feel her smile come down the wires.

“Listen sweetheart, you do whatever your tail wags my darling. We are both very proud of you no matter what. And don’t you worry about the flat. Your Dad and I will put it back on the market. You’ve got nothing to hold you back, and you’ve always talked so highly of this Klaus guy.”

“I really want it to work.”

“And it will honey tail. But first you must take this risk, and head where your heart says you should be.”

“Thanks Mom.” It was always wonderful to talk to her. I missed the time we had together, and I would miss her all the more now that I was Europe bound.

“You’re welcome. Oh and Scott?”

“Yes Mom.”

“I want loads of photos, OK?”