While Dad's Away
I was basking in the heat of the warm summer glow that was enveloping most of the landscape around my house, when my dad came out of the small log cabin I call home.
He said "I'm headed off to pick up some groceries. I'll be back in a couple of hours."
"Ok" I said without turning around or even opening my eyes.
My dad and I were never that close; he was an up-town businessman and I was just the kid that forced him to move to this cabin in the first place, even though he's the one that knocked up my mom. She ran off a year or two ago and my dad has just started thinking about leaving.
By the way, my name is Jack. I'm eight-teen and, as my father calls me quite frequently, a "fag". I'm not really all that muscular but I am fit. I am very proud of my fur; it's a medium red like most fox my age, but what's different is I have a large patch of dark red fur on top of my head that trails down my neck.
I sat there in my boxers for a while with my eyes closed. I like how secluded and quiet it was where we lived, it's the kind of place where... well... you can lie in your boxers in broad daylight without having to worry about people seeing. There were enough trees that you couldn't be seen, there was a pond with the clearest water I've ever seen that was still warm from the noon-day sun, and except for a few neighbors we were fifteen miles from civilization. With such privacy I frequently felt the urge to "indulge" myself.
With my eyes still closed I slowly maneuvered my paw down the white tuft of fur covering my chest and under my waistband. I took my time massaging my sheath with my right paw while rubbing the back of my head with my left. Luckily I could take my time, for it had only been twenty minutes since dad had left. I love enjoying the feelings and not just the end result of my hard work. The feel of being scratched behind the ear, having my sheath and sack tugged at and rubbed down, the occasional drip of water on my chest... that only happened this time.
My eyes flew open, startled by the small drip, to find none other than one of the neighbor's kids. His name was Aaron, an otter. He was my age and swam in our pond every once and a while... naked... he was my favorite neighbor. Unfortunately this time he was wearing shorts.
"What are you doin'?" he asked in a cocky almost teasing tone.
"Nothing" I said my voice cracking with fear.
"Really?" Aaron said squatting down next to me, his eyes moving down my arm.
Without hesitation he moved his hand down my arm following it to my waistband. Aaron quickly lifted it and rubbed up my now hardening sheath to the very tip which was now poking out to say hello.
Immediately feeling it he said "Let's make it something."
My eyes immediately shot wider open in fear and pleasure as soon as he traced the tip of my member with his claw. With this a number of things flashed through my mind such as "Oh my god, this is so wrong." Later I would admit it was anything but wrong. His webbed paw gently massaged my sac teasing the orbs inside forcing some pre to be released.
Then I made a big mistake.
I moaned.
His paw quickly maneuvered out of my waistband, across my chest, and to my muzzle touching the tip of my nose with his coated claw. He then pulled his hand away leaving a thick string of pre from his paw to my muzzle.
I stammered to regain control over my voice managing to croak out "If we get caught... were dead."
"We're not going to get caught." He said maneuvering his hand back toward my groin.
With this I was convinced... or at least enough to speed up the process. I wrenched the otter off me, and onto the ground pinning his paws to the dirt, burying my snout into his warm muzzle.
At first Aaron went stiff, but after a few moments he eased into the kiss pushing through my maw with his tongue. There we lay for a few minutes getting used to the new feeling. I then pulled away kissing down his chest until I reached his waistband, and nipped at it attempting to get a good enough bite on it to pull it down. A deep red blush shown through his fur as I got a good grip on his band pulling them down over his now hard member.
I gave it a long steady lick from base to tip giving a gentle kiss to the head. He shuddered and let out a strange sound, something between a meow and a moan. Looking up I just smiled and giggled at him. His face growing much redder, he broke an arm free of my grasp shoving my head onto his now fully erect cock.
My eyes shot wide gagging on the larger than average piece of meat, and getting an ample amount of pre shot down my throat. I pulled up leaving my mouth over his tip sending him a glare as he beamed a cocky grin and giggle my way. I just rolled my eyes and went back down enjoying myself quite thoroughly, and by the moans he emitted I'm quite sure he enjoyed it too. Every so often a shot of pre would make its way down my throat.
I began to feel his member get harder and pulsate with every heartbeat. It secreted more and more pre as the moments went on, and I knew he was close to finishing. I then pulled my muzzle off pointing his member toward his face and with one rub of a claw on the top he shot his load in three long shots one hitting his face, his chest, and lastly just around his belly button.
Truth be told I could have gone on with my day without finishing even though I was still hard and dribbling pre, quite a lot from the hand job I was receiving earlier. As luck would have it Aaron would not allow this.
Aaron rolled up off the ground and onto his knees taking hold of my member and giving a few quick strokes. He then wiped some of the seed off his chest and used it as lubrication on my now forming knot. He stroked up and down adding a little force around my knot making me shudder and moan in pure ecstasy.
I began to pant heavily with each motion that he made. Smiling at his handy work he leaned in giving me another deep kiss which allowed me to clean up what little cum had reached his face. His strokes became more and more frantic obviously trying to reach his goal. With a few final strokes he squeezed my knot sending me over the edge. Aaron placed his paw over my tip blocking the four shots from coating us. Once the orgasmic bliss passed Aaron brought his paw up licking it clean and laid down in the grass.
I joined him taking a small patch to his right and pulled my boxers back to their normal position.
Finally after a number of minutes I was the first to speak.
"Um... well if you're free some time would you like to go on a date?"
He rolled over on top of me and with a kind smile and said, "I'd love to."