Jake's First
#1 of Jake
I thought my first boyfriend had a huge cock. We met in high school at one of the basketball jock's house parties. Tim was invited and I was lucky enough to be the ferret's plus one. I lost him a minute after we got in the door, after we found where the drinks were served and after he noticed a vixen without a bra on. I could have sworn it was my sister, but that's probably just because I hate to admit that we foxes look alike.
I'd just taken a sip of poorly spiked fruit punch when his hand clapped down on my shoulder. I don't mean to sound like all foxes are dirty sluts, but I could tell in the first two seconds of glancing at the wolf that he wanted to shove me across the table and rut me while I called him "Daddy." Another second passed before I recognized who he was, a JV soccer player who started last week. We'd barely exchanged names before I was following him upstairs and watching his ass wobble with every step he took.
The bedroom door clapped shut behind me and I was on my knees before I knew what I was doing. As soon as both knees hit the floor so did his pants, and when his dick touched the pad of my nose I knew he skipped his shower after practice. He was cut so it wasn't a rank scent, just a rich smell of dick and balls that I could have worn as perfume. His dick leaked as soon as my tongue touched it and my lips were tight against him while my muzzle slid lower and lower. I didn't stop until he was grinding his balls against my chin, and I could feel how sweaty they were by how greasy they left my fur there.
His hands were on my ears and I swear you can make a canid sing with the right touches there. It was when he pulled his shaft back and left a thick trail of precum on my nose that I felt my own dick throbbing uncomfortably in my jeans. When I moved my hands to my zipper he pulled on my ears and I almost bit him when I squeaked out in surprise. "No, leave it." He barked down at me with a big predatory grin. I nodded in return as best I could and pulled my muzzle back, then slurped along the side of his throbbing dick. That earned me a gentler tug.
"Up, Jake." He spoke, then let his hands finish talking for him. He pulled me up by my armpits and pushed me over the bed, then his hands were all but tearing my pants down. He didn't bother letting my dick free, but made a point to reach around and give it a firm squeeze that made me squirm and hike my tail aside so he could see my creamy white cheeks. I didn't expect him to get on his knees and eat my ass, but I didn't expect him to shove his dick right in either. Gripping the sheets in both hands was all I could do to bite my tongue and keep from making more than a few choked squeals while he railed me like a cheap whore.
Okay, he wasn't that rough. But when you're a virgin getting spread open for the first time it can feel that way, even if you are a fox. By the time he was all the way in the burn had started to settle and my eyes drifted closed. I was biting my tongue for a different reason. He didn't take too long and I wasn't close by the time he finished with a sharp grunt and pulled out, panting with his tongue lolled out of his muzzle. He didn't waste time stuffing his dick back into his pants, but he didn't leave when I thought he was going to.
Instead, he turned me over and unzipped my pants. When his fingers curled around me I thought he was gonna jerk me off so I laid back and closed my eyes. I snarled when he licked over my length, up one side from my left nut and down the other side, back up again. His lips pushed against my tip enough to slurp the precum away and then he went down on me and I busted right there. His tongue slurped up everything and I could feel it when he swallowed. It made my toes curl.
I had to push him off of me when my orgasm ebbed because it was starting to hurt and he wasn't hearing my whimpers. He licked his lips and stared at me, then pulled my phone from my pocket. When I got home that night I had his number, a sore ass, and empty balls. That last part still didn't stop me from jerking off one more time before I went to sleep, but I was still in high school so I don't expressly blame that on my species.
It was pleasant to learn that me and Marcus had many of the same interests. The next weekend we were both at the premiere showing of 'Rabid, a B movie at best, but we both got to laugh at what was supposed to be the scary parts. We kissed outside the theater and once more in his car. I thought about sucking his dick right there in the parking lot, but as soon as I had his zipper in my fingertips a crowd passed by outside so instead I just put my seatbelt on and apologized. I made it up to him when he got home and still had the taste of his bitter and salty cum on my lips when I fell asleep that night.
The next morning, I woke up with him in my room and both of my balls in his mouth. Mom let him in and he had the good sense to lock the bedroom door when he closed it behind him. I didn't have to pull him off of me when I came this time, and he still swallowed everything I pumped into his mouth. It felt like I'd released gallons, but he didn't struggle one bit and licked his chops when he finished. "C'mon Jake," he grinned at me like a hungry wolf. "You can't suck my cock if you're in bed all day."
That earned him a punch to the shoulder, and I faked a throw at his crotch too to make him yelp. "Can't suck your cock if you're cryin' about your balls." I teased back, then stuck out my tongue. He was on me again and I could faintly taste myself on his tongue while we wrestled, myself halfway hanging out of my pajama pants while he was tenting out his soccer shorts. He won, and sat on my chest to prove it. His shorts came down and his stiff cock landed right against my nose where I huffed his musk again, then swallowed him whole.
Friday rolled around quickly enough to slap me in the face. Marcus had planned to take me to the movies again, but this time we were set to see 'Slashr', a film that was promised to be just as bad as 'Rabid'. At school, he kissed me in the parking lot and fondled my balls before we went inside. I squeezed his ass for that and we went in before anyone could see what we were up to.
At the end of my fourth class I had to piss so badly I thought my bladder was going to explode on me. I rushed into the bathroom through the sea of bodies in the hallway and my dick was hanging out before I was even at the urinal, draining myself. Only then did I register grunts and the soft noises of sex from the last stall. I stood there, listening and pissing at the porcelain, until I could shake off and put my dick back up.
I crept closer to the stalls and began to recognize some of the sounds, the grunts. Marcus was in there, and it made my ears lay flat to think it was him. I could see through the crack in the door when I was close enough and I learned two things that day. Firstly, Marcus wasn't what I wanted as a boyfriend in the first place. Secondly, from what was swinging into the partition from the force of each of the wolf's thrusts, Marcus had a small dick.
I broke it off with him that night and he didn't seem affected one bit, which was fine with me, I guess. I wasn't going to cry over what Marcus was worth, but I did miss his warm mouth and having something in my own. I thought back to the bathroom, watching him rail a rat's with all he had and snickered, then pulled my own cock free for a few strokes. Marcus had to have been half my size. I squeezed my dick and growled, jerking off to my thoughts. Only this time, I had the rat in my head.