Getting Drunk
'Why do I always let her talk me into this?' Damien asked himself as he sipped his soda. They always do the same thing: get drunk, make a nuisance of themselves, and make him drive them home. He never drank at bars; he had a bad experience with a horse once, and swore never to get drunk at a bar again. He was sore for days and didn't even get to remember anything besides waking up to the horse's girlfriend yelling at them to get out. He never knew if they broke up and really did not want to know, all he knew was that getting a loud wakeup call followed by a scramble to find your clothes is not good on a hangover. So he kept all his drinking to his house and his friend's house, even though his sister managed to drag him to the bar every month or so.
His sister shared his light red fur-- lighter than many foxes had, but that was where the resemblance ended. He was tall, thin, and moody; she was short, shapely, and flakey. He was always helping her out of whatever mess she created that week, ever sense they were kits. He was tired of taking care of her all the time, he was a year younger than her, shouldn't she look after him? He really didn't need her help, but it would help him if she did not need his help all the time.
He saw his chance to call his sister a taxi and ditch her sitting across the bar; she would let him go if he found a new 'friend'. He was a blue Siberian husky, with the starting ice blue eyes of many huskies, but the blue colored fur on his back had extended down to cover his paws like gloves. Maybe this trip would not be useless after all.
Damian got up and walked over to the husky, who was sitting alone absently stirring and Pepsi with the straw. "Need some company?" he asked when he got near him. "You look just as alone as I am, and I was part of a group. Being around people that their only goal for the night is to see how long it takes to be so plastered that they physically cannot order another drink is ridiculous."
"Sure have a seat; you're with the ones who are hitting on every guy in the bar?" The dog asked, trying to be covert in looking over the newcomer.
Damien caught the look and his hopes for the rest of the evening soared as he sat. "Yep, that would be my sister and her two 'just turned 21' friends. They think nothing is cooler than getting drunk by night and fending of massive hangovers by day. Somehow they always drag me here when their guy friends can't make it, apparently having a guy with you fends of the losers."
"Oh, my name is Ty by the way." The husky said.
"I'm Damien."
"So why aren't you joining them?" Ty asked.
"I had a bad experience with getting drunk in a bar. Moral of the story, never get so drunk you forget to ask the person you go home with already has a girlfriend. Waking up to shrieking is not good on a hangover." Damien explained. "So why aren't you drinking?"
"I don't like getting so drunk I forget that not all guys will appreciate my drunken flirting." Ty said.
"I for one would certainly enjoy your flirting, drunken or not. Drunken flirting may not be as eloquent, but is certainly bolder than other kinds of flirting, and sometime bold works." Damien said.
"Really, and do you like bold?" Ty asked.
"Most of the time-- I am a fox, but there is something to say for luring someone in before you invite them home." Damien was enjoying flirting with someone who was not half inebriated; sobriety lets people understand so much more.
"So I have one question left, my place or yours?" Ty was enjoying himself, but was going to have even more fun tonight.
"My place, I live just around the block and it is empty." Damien said finishing his soda quickly.
As they were leaving the bar Ty turned to him and said, "Don't worry, there is no girlfriend to interrupt at odd hours of the morning."
"Excellent."
They entered his bedroom and fell to the bed, struggling to remove clothes while lying on top of them. Ty ended up on top as the last article of clothing fell to the floor. "I guess I get to choose what we do first," he said with a grin. He placed the tips of his claws on Damien's chest, drawing down slowly, gently. Carefully working around Damien's groin and back up his backside; combing his tail with his claws.
"Oh, god" Damien whispered in a throaty voice, "my turn." They traded positions, with Damien on top. He began to nuzzle through Ty's fur with his teeth across his neck and down his chest. Finding the nipple, he began lick and nip as Ty cried out under him. Then he worked his way down, tracing his tongue around the base of the shaft long sense thrust from its sheath. He cupped Ty's sac in his paw, massaging it as his tongue slipped inside the canine sheath. Ty bowed his back as warm pre-cum began to flow from the erect penis. Damien looked into Ty's eyes as his mouth enveloped the thick warmth, already slickened with fluid. Ty sucked in a breath through clenched teeth as Damien stroked his length with his agile tongue. He began to move his head up and down; working the shaft faster and faster as Ty's breath came faster, finally stopping all together for a second as he began to pump his seed into the mouth of the eager fox.
"I'm done already?" Ty asked bewilderedly as the aftershocks began to fade.
Damien looked up at him, and licked a bit of cum from the corner of his mouth before answering "not even close". It took a few moments of work with his mouth to get Ty fully erect and ready. Damien crawled up further on his chest before sharing a deep kiss with Ty as he lowered himself onto the waiting rod. Going slowly until just before he reached the knot and slammed down, crying out in ecstasy as he was forced open. He began grinding his hips into the erection as Ty leaned forward and suckled from the shaft in front of him. Damien threw his head back as they found a rhythm, though they quickly lost it as they were pushed to the edge. Ty lifted his head as he ejaculated into the fox on top of him, catching Damien's seed on the muzzle when the feeling of being filled from the inside pushed the fox over the edge. They shouted their orgasm as it continued to flow, coating Ty from muzzle to abdomen. Each orgasm of Damien's tightening on the member lodged within him, sending Ty into more orgasms, filling Damien deeper, causing more orgasms. They finally collapsed together, hanging on to each other, riding the euphoria. "Now you're done" Damian told Ty as they slipped off to sleep.