Brendon
"Well, now what?" He thought, his brow furrowing in concentration. It was a situation he wasn't used to, a fact made noticably clear by the ever-present nervous flickering of his sleek vulpine ears. The small fox was sitting hesitantly on the edge of his bed, his plush orange fur unencumbered by any type of clothing and leaving him bare for all those who would care to take a quick peek through his bedroom window. His limber legs were dangling idly off the side of his bed, the fur perched in front of his wardrobe mirror. A bashful little blush crossed his face as he let his eyes wander along his own lithe naked frame. It was the first time he had ever explored himself this thoroughly, taking the time to carefully undress and set his clothes aside so he could take in the sight of himself laid bare.
He was a smallish fox, no older than 14 and no taller than 5 feet, his fur still having that bright sheen of a young coat. It was his height that bothered him the most about his body, being quite a bit shorter than other males of his age. It irritated and embarassed him, how much the others boys teased him for it It was especially bad during gym class, the teasing becoming so harsh that he had taken to not undressing until every other fur had left the lockeroom. Giving a brief sigh and shaking the memories from his mind, he continued the explorations of his own frame, his gaze following the quite evident curves of his waist and hips down towards his thighs. Slowly he let his paws follow the path his eyes had taken moments before, caressing his sides with a quiet churr. He took a bit of a breath, standing up to get a better view of his reflection in the mirror. Attempting to ignore his trembling knees, he took a few steps forward, eyeing his rather feminine stature with an appraising gaze. "I look like a girl..." he thought sourly, his wide-curved hips and thin waist indeed making him seem a female vixen rather than a male fox. His large youthful eyes and plush orange fur didn't help matters either, much to his annoyance. Even his mother and sister would torment him, suggesting constantly that he should wear women's clothes, since they would fit him better than the boys clothes he currently wore. Never would he admit that he actually liked the idea, some of his fantasies including his thin form being nestled in a pair of soft cotton panties or skirt. He quickly shook his head and cleared his mind of that thought.
Shifting his stance, he turned his body sidewise until he stood in profile, tail flickering behind him as he took in this new view. It only verified his earlier statements; his ass was quite pert and round instead of flat and toned as most males, keeping with the feminine aire he had been silently cursing for quite some time. His hair was also somewhat longish, the tips and bangs tickling his shoulders. He had long been wishing to get a haircut, but his mother wouldn't allow it, citing how much she loved his long glistening hair and how it cutely framed his face. The naked vulpine turned his back on the mirror, glancing over his shoulder, his heart-shaped backside placed fully in his gaze. With his back turned, the sight of his tight ass, long hair and curved body presented the perfect picture of a lovely little vixen. Sighing softly, he spun and once again sat on the edge of the bed.
It was an odd feeling, to be sitting there without a single bit of thread covering him, glancing over his body with such excruciating detail. His form was constantly quivering, slight goosebumps rising under his skin and prickling underneath his fur. "Well...now what?" he thought again, bashfully eyeing his bare body in the mirror. His paws began to wander, raking through his thick fur. As weird as it felt, it was still a nice sensation, the cool breeze rippling over his fur and caressing his body. Blinking a bit, he took a hesitant glance towards his hips, eyes roaming over his plump sheathe as a slightl tingle coursed through his spine.
He knew he shouldn't, but his paw continued of its own accord. Slowly, his deft fingers wrapped themselves around his member and gave a gentle squeeze, the young vulpine cooing in response. Biting his lower lip, he gave it a quick timid stroke, shivering from the sensations in caused within him. This was something he usually did quickly in the shower, and never with much care or attention. But now as he stood there in front of the reflective glass, it was as if he couldn't help but drink in the sight of his own paw drifting lightly up and down his own sex.
Standing up, he sauntered closer to the mirror to get a better view with a lewd fascination. His shaft was just beginning to peek from the slit of his sheathe, prompting him to stroke a bit faster with a bit more firmness. With rapt attention he watched his sheathe fill out, his cock hardening to a modest 6 inches, a fair size for a fox of his age. Releasing his length, he took a new glance at his body, his hips jutting out ever so slightly with his hard shaft bobbing lightly in front of his lithe form. A soft groan slipped from his lips, his fur rippling with another gentle shudder. It was something he had confided in no one...something that even now caused him to blush deeply as the thought rose to the top of his mind:
The sight of a naked male excited him.
He knew he wasn't gay, being equally excited by the thought of a nude female as well, but it was still something that he dared not speak aloud. It was the main reason he had been teased in gym; partly being his small size and feminine nature, but also the fact that he always became hard when the other boys began to undress.
It was easy enough to toss that aside as he stood there, thick shaft grasped firmly in his palm, his paw beginning a steady thrusting rhythm along that hard length. His muzzle parted as he began to pant, soft warm breaths that lightly fogged up the mirror in front of him, his mind beginning to fill with his usual myriad of fantasies. A slight glistening hint of pre dripping from the tip of his pulsing cock and coating the tips of his fingers as they slid over his sex. "Nyahhh..." he churred as he shifted backward, the backs of his knees clipping the edge of the bed and sending him sprawling back onto his bedsheets, cock still clutched in his hand. His hips gave a slight buck upward against his palm, eyes shut tight as he revelled in the sensations flowing through him. Oh how he wished that it was another fur's hand around his cock, crawling up his naked body with a laviscious smirk. Giving another churr mixed with a groan, he began a sharp bucking rhythm into his paw, pretending for a moment that it was in another fur's mouth. "Would...I like...an older fur?..." he thought for a moment, hips grinding against his fingers.
It was another fantasy of his, for an older fox or fur to jerk him off or teach him more about sex. He didn't care if they were a guy or girl, though the thought of a cock larger than his own pressed tightly against his ass caused him to spurt pre over his hips. The other fur would turn him around, grab both their sexes at once and grind them together. "Nnn...yes..." he moaned to himself as he pawed, tossing his head to the side and flipping over to his chest. Shifting to all fours, he raised his ass into the air, upper body still held close to the bed. It was a position called 'bitch in heat', or at least that's what the other boys at school called it. His legs were spread wide, looking like quite the slut as he rapidly stroked the pulsing shaft that hung between his thighs. Moans came quicker, his body beginning to sheen with sweat as he worked himself into a sexual furvor, wishing another cock was plunging into his ass, or that a lioness or female equine was sucking on his throbbing length.
His body was aching, his thick shaft absolutely dripping with pre as his climax approached, groans rising to a high-vocal pitch, paw becoming a blur as he worked himself into orgasm. Body shuddering, his cock quivering as he spilled thick spurts of cum over his own stomach and chest, yowling at the warmth that soaked into his fur. His pawing slowed, soft pants slipping from his lips as he layed there, doused in his own seed like proper little slutty fox. Shakingly, he rolled onto his back and sat up, glancing through half-lidded eyes at the stripes of sticky ivory cream that coated his plush orange fur. "Mmmph...now I need a shower." he purred with a sigh, gracefully sliding to his feet and silently slipping out of his room, still clad in only his bare fur as he headed for the bathroom, hips swaying from side to side with a soft feminine lilt.