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I took my phone out of my pocket and checked the time: 11:55. Everyone had gone home around 10, but I had been up in my room since 9. I'm still in shock. What I just did with Kiah, was it wrong? Was it right? It felt so right when he drove his claws softly into my skin and ran his paws through my fur, I didn't see the fox as that kind of lover. Willing not only to kiss, but touch especially the first time.

I put a paw briefly where his paw had been only a couple of hours ago. I leave it there resting on my pec for a short moment. He had touched me. He not she. We had made out, or at least I saw it that way. I had been curious since I was fifteen about these sorts of things, but never got to act upon them. My father is a biblical counselor, or at least he calls himself that. The grey wolf has a certain expertise in behavioral therapy especially ex-gay behavioral therapy. If he found out his own son was gay or at least curious about being with another guy he'd flip his lid.

I'd been surprised that my parents had not once caught me on my computer casually browsing pictures of male models, particularly foxes. I met a couple of foxes freshman year of high school, but I didn't meet Kiah until sophomore year when he transferred into our New York school. He didn't really notice me, but I tried to sit at his lunch table. Our parents became good friends quickly.

His green eyes are what really stand out to me. They're the unique part of his figure they stand out from his auburn fur, and especially the white around his muzzle. Sometimes I find myself casually looking again and again at him and I have to stop myself, before I look like a stalker.

What happened a couple of hours ago was completely unplanned. I had wanted to get to bed early, and I was relaxing for a minute on my bed when he knocked on my door. I could see in his eyes that he wanted to kiss me. He didn't resist either. I didn't know he may feel the same way about me too.

I felt like I was awkward earlier. I let him touch me, but I didn't take the chance to touch him, not really. I think one of my paws briefly made its way to his muzzle, but that was really it. I wanted him here with me now badly. He's on my team for the dodgeball tournament tomorrow. Maybe he'll be wearing something tight. Damn it. Now I get the image of Kiah's behind clad in tight leather shorts throwing a dodgeball playfully at the other team.

I try and push the thoughts out of my brain, but the more I do the more they bombard me. My boxers start to tent out and I try to contain my member's throbbing want for attention. I sit up and click off the light. I drop my phone into my usual hiding spot underneath two of my shirts and a pair of socks. I've hid my phone there for years and it's never been found.

I shift slightly to my side to accommodate the raging want between my legs. I know if one of my paws even makes it near my shaft I'll lose control and paw off, not that there's anything wrong with that. I am actually tired. I have a lot to think about and I'd rather think about it with all my blood in my brain not down between my legs.

After a minute or two the ache dies down and I go in and out of sleep until the following morning.

My phone is my calendar. I have it message me whenever I have something going on a certain day. I previously used it to notify myself of when I had to go to work, but I was laid off after only working for three months. The last of my paycheck lays unused in my second dresser drawer in my small closet.

After I shaken off the grogginess of sleep from my eyes and combed my fur with my paws so I look decent I get up out of bed with a sigh. It takes me a minute to realize my bedroom door is open. I always shut my door. Then what happened last night with Kiah hit me. He'd left it open after his cute orange tail had vacated my room.

My parents aren't expected to be back until 5 or 6 tonight, but I instinctively check my hiding spot to make sure my phone is still there. My paw dives between the purple t-shirt and the red crew neck, pushing aside the pair of socks and wraps around something solid. I retract my paw out of my shirt bin to find myself holding an old stick of deodorant.

"How did that get in there?" I asked myself out loud.

My paw dives in again and after moving around for a panicky moment it wraps around another solid object. I look into the bin and see my grey paw wrapped around my phone. I breathe a sigh of relief. I retract my paw once again and turn my phone on while I remain squatted on my carpeted floor in my boxers.

My phone makes a buzz as a text comes in from Kiah. How did he get my number?

Can't wait 4 dodgeball

Followed almost instantly by:

Remember my mom is picking you up at 9:30

What do I reply to that? He didn't lace anything with an innuendo, does he even remember what happened last night.

My eyes quickly move up to the top of my phone's screen. The dodgeball tournament starts at 10:30, and its 9. I shoot up, grabbing my towel and bursting out of my room and into the bathroom for a quick but, necessary shower. As the water runs down through my fur, tingling my skin I think of Kiah again. As I rub soap down my body I wonder if it'll help me look better. Maybe I should wear something nice, to impress him. His mother probably wouldn't protest. Kiah always wears really nice clothes to church.

As I step out of the shower I push my fantasies of the fox aside as I go back to my room to pick out something to wear.