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Expanding His Horizons

by Texas Red

Local public university, mid-2010s

"What I don't understand, Niqnaq, is why you haven't tried getting together with any of the other girls on campus." said the female arctic fox in her discernible Canadian accent, the light, late summer breeze waving her blonde hair and dark blue mini skirt. "You're popular, a selfless volunteer at dozens of on-campus events, incredibly nice, you've made President's List during your 2 years here, and are QUITE handsome, if I do say so myself!" She teased her tall, purple, male fox buddy with a stiff but playful jab in the shoulder with her elbow as she finished her unabashed flattery.

"Oof!" he wheezed, rubbing the spot on himself where the shorter but feistier exchange student arctic fox had bruised him, the art deco style fountain bubbling in the background on this fine early September afternoon. "Well I, in turn, don't know what dating culture is like where you're from back in St. John's, Newfoundland, Carrie, but here in our little small-town American college environment, there's a weird courtship ritual you have to go through." Niqnaq put his paws on his hips and furrowed his brow in frustration, his university t-shirt and khaki shorts crumpling slightly with his movements. "You don't just walk up to whatever person tickles your fancy and say, 'Herro! I'd like to have sex with you, DOYYYY!'" he added, stiffening his body and walking like a penguin while inflecting his voice in a lower pitch for comedic effect.

Carrie laughed and pinned her ears back at her friend's attempt at comedy. "For the love of God, Niqnaq, I've only known you for two semesters, but I can still conclude beyond a shadow of a doubt that you are also the _dorkiest_hoser I've ever met!"

"Says the Canadian who tries to mix hockey in with her Dungeons and Dragons roleplay!" he retorted.

And now the arctic fox was pouting. "Joke all you want, but the last time *I* was DM, I did a REALLY darn good job at making up a boss who could shape shift into Wayne Gretzky and combine his athletic abilities and graceful movements with killer instinct and terrifying dark magic!" She took a couple steps closer to her friend and signed wistfully. "But anyway, you didn't really answer my question. A guy with your charisma should see courtship as a cakewalk, not a challenge. And yet you're still single. It's almost as if you're not interested in girls to begin with!"

The purple fox flinched and took a step back, stifling a gulp. "I never said I wasn't," he deflected, looking off to the side, "and besides, with all the community outreach events, church activities, coursework, extracurricular clubs, tutoring sessions, and hanging out with crazy friends like you, I'm not sure I'd even have time for a romantic relationship."

Carrie titled her head and shrugged. "I mean, I don't think there _has_to be any romance involved, necessarily." she suggested. "From what I've seen of a lot of the sports-hungry ladies at this university, they'll jump on the dick of any guy who even seems remotely interested in the game. Hell, even the guys on the team of your piss poor intramural hockey tournaments probably brag in the college gym locker rooms about how much tail they're getting!"

She placed a paw on his uninjured shoulder and used the other one to cup his chin and turn him to face her. "Niqnaq, listen to me. You know I care about your happiness. Your Bible says it's not good for man to be alone, and I've seen you sighing to yourself while eating lunch all alone for a while now. Why don't you come with me to the first intramural female hockey match of the season in October and just _try_to find a girl to have some fun with, at least?" she offered, a twinge of hope for herself betrayed in her voice, despite her efforts to sound nonchalant.

The purple fox gently grabbed her paw and lowered it from his chin, intertwining his fingers with hers. "Carrie, I appreciate your concern, but this isn't really something I'm worried about right now, and even if I did want an intimate relationship with someone, it would have to be with one that I really, really liked and with whom I felt a deep connection with. I don't need to hook up with a random sports fangirl to be happy. I feel perfectly content where I am just enjoying platonic relationships with other furs, scalies, avians, aquatics, and so on here on this campus! If I were so preoccupied with being all lovey dovey with a woman or sticking my penis in her, how would I find time to hang out with you?"

Carrie pinned her ears back once more, this time out of disappointment, shaking her head in disbelief. "You're a tough nut to crack sometimes, dude, ya know that?" She turned and lifted her bushy white tail up behind her, tickling his nose a bit and tempting him with a very brief view of her pink striped panties beneath her mini skirt. "If you change your mind, you know which dorm to find me at...stud." She gave her friend a sly wink and a mischievous giggle before starting off for the campus administration building to retrieve a copy of her class schedule for the fall.

Once the arctic fox was well out of earshot, he breathed a sigh of relief, still blushing from that intimate view beneath his friend's clothes, massaging his aching temples to further alleviate himself of the stress that back and forth with Carrie had put him through. _Good God, she's persistent,_he thought to himself, _but at least she doesn't appear to suspect me. If anyone here knew what I'm really looking for in a partner..._He shuddered a little at the thought of what might happen if he were discovered, particularly given how conservative his parents back home were.

Because of his unique situation, he'd kept most of his acquaintances at arm's length and didn't feel comfortable sharing with anyone about that particular aspect of himself: not Carrie, not the college mental health therapist, not his professors, not even his best friend growing up, a male iguana named Carlos, a guy with whom the purple fox spent so much time and felt comfortable sharing almost anything. If he were cornered in a weak moment or felt like he had no one else to go to, the friendly, laid-back reptile would certainly be the one he could tell, if he had to. But he hadn't seen him since their high school graduation. Their differing prospective career paths and the rather mismatched income levels of their parents meant that while Niqnaq remained in-state, going to a public college, Carlos had been shipped off to a highly prestigious, private, religious university on the other side of the country, rarely calling him up and never coming back to their shared hometown even for the holidays, he was so busy.

_Hmm. Wonder what that silly iguana's been up to these days._Niqnaq really missed his friend and wished he could see him ag--.

"Yo! Nicky! Is that really you!?"

Nicky?_His ears perked up and his tail got all bushy in excitement. _That voice, that nickname--no one's called me that except...

"Ha! It is you, you big fuzzy grape!"

"Nicky" was fortunate to have been standing by a large flower patch not far from the decorative fountain, for in that instance, he was tackled to the ground from behind by a lithe, scaly figure that pinned him down into the soil that was not as soft as he'd hoped. The wind was knocked out of him, and he struggled to breathe both from the massive pressure of the assailant pressing down on him and the face full of stems and petals that he was now being subjected to.

"Gmmt mmf mm, Cmmlmf." his muffled voice pleaded in a deadpan tone.

"What's that, Nicky?" The iguana grinned and mockingly placed his left ear slit closer to Niqnaq's half-buried head. "I can't hear you over all those gay flowers in your mouth!"

The purple fox lifted his head up as far as he could and managed to spit out the plant refuse in his mouth, but croaked when he tried to inhale. "C-carlos...can't...breathe..."

The reptile finally moved his knees off Niqnaq's back and knelt at his side, letting his vulpine companion finally roll over and cough as he finally got the air he so desperately needed. He glared up at his friend while he struggled to regain his breath. "You--*cough cough*--that really freaking hurt, man. You know I haven't grown out of my asthma yet!"

Realization and regret instantly formed on Carlos's face. "Oh, fuzz. I totally forgot! Dang, I'm so sorry, Niqnaq. I never meant to--."

His speech was interrupted when his muzzle was accosted by a face full of flowers and dirt. "Syke! Now we're even!" The purple fox pulled the iguana down on top of him in a tight hug and rolled around in the patch a few times until he was on top this time. "Ha ha! Carlos! Good to see you, buddy! What are ya doing here? Where have you been??? Let me get a look at you!"

Niqnaq peered down at his longtime friend and took in the details. Carlos was sporting a white tank top that suited his skinny torso well, and on the front, it featured a simple design of a rainbow situated evenly between a cloud at both ends, all against a pale blue background. On his head and tail, the vulpine saw that the iguana's long and slender frills were dyed in a similar rainbow fashion. And below the belt, he was wearing a rather snug pair of jean shorts with a bulge that left little to the imagination. Niqnaq caught himself looking between his friend's legs a little too long, snapping back to attention and focusing on his face, hoping the iguana wouldn't notice.

"I missed you so much, Carlos! Wow, you look...a little different than the last time I remember seeing you."

"Like my new look, eh? I'm finally being my authentic self in public. It's so liberating compared to the drab pressed pants and collared shirts my folks would make me wear!"

Niqnaq tilted his head in confusion. "Authentic self? What are you talking about?"

Still pinned under his friend, Carlos managed to spread his arms wide and make a "jazz hands" gesture. "You didn't hear? It's obvious, isn't it? I'm gay, silly fox!" he answered, his slightly effeminate voice drawing out the word "gay" in a sing-song inflection as he grinned proudly.

"Oh," said Niqnaq, taken aback from his friend's declaration, "uh, congratulations, I guess."

"I can tell you're a bit surprised by the news, ha ha! I got tired of hiding the real me behind a phony façade of being well-dressed and not saying or doing anything at that fancy Christian college I was sent off to. So after taking my finals, I face-timed my parents and told them who I really was. Surprise surprise, they weren't too thrilled with my 'decision', trying to gaslight me into thinking I wasn't gay, 'It's just a phase,' guilt-tripping me about what their friends and the rest of my family would think. When I insisted that I wasn't 'choosing' anything, they told me they were cutting me off and ordered me to come home and get my stuff from my old room, warning me that I would no longer have a home to return to and that they weren't paying for my education anymore." The iguana's frills sagged out of disappointment. "Needless to say, it was devastating to hear that I was being disowned and having the rug pulled from under me!" Carlos put his hands on Niqnaq's cheeks and squished them together comically to change the tone of conversation. "So while I was getting ready to drive home one last time, I talked to the college's academic office to see about getting my credits transferred to another university, and boy, was that a lot of work! You have no idea how tricky it is to get credits from a religious institution transferred to a secular one!" He then ruffled Niqnaq's cheeks and giggled, his frills perking back up. "I'd heard you were attending this little college, so I spoke to the transfer office here and got myself enrolled. My stellar grades got me a full-ride scholarship, and now I get to slum it here with you!" Carlos booped his friend on the nose and wrapped the purple fox in a tight embrace, wriggling his legs and tail in excitement.

Niqnaq was enjoying the embrace, too, so much that he almost didn't notice his own bulge growing slightly from the excitement. He stifled a gasp and rolled off his friend, standing up and offering Carlos a paw to help him to his feet. "Ahem," he cleared his throat, blushing even more so than when he'd gotten to see what color panties Carrie had been wearing. "So, have you moved into the dorms yet?"

The iguana grinned, wagging his scaly tail behind him. "That's another thing I wanted to talk to you about. I convinced the housing office to let the two of us be in the same dorm room this semester! It'll be just like when we were kids doing sleep overs at each other's houses all the time!"

Niqnaq's own tail wagged, and he stamped his feet in glee. "For real? You're not joking or nothing?"

"No jokes here, fuzzbutt." said the iguana, shaking his head. "You and I are roomies now!"

"Well, my stuff's already in our room. Do you want some help moving in?"

"Duh!" Carlos interjected, giggling and flexing his twig-like arms. "You see the complete lack of muscles on little ol' me! I had to pay a football player at my old university to help move my TV and boxes of clothes. Tackling you hurt me just as much as it hurt you, I'm sure!" he stuck his tongue out playfully and booped Niqnaq again. "So yes, I need help from a big strong fox like you to move my crap from my car, if you don't mind."

Niqnaq wiggled his nose and ears eagerly, brushing the soil and crushed flowers from himself. "Alright, where are you par--?"

His speech came to a halt when he looked past Carlos and saw the figure of a rotund male badger barreling towards them as fast as his stubby legs could carry. He was wearing green-smudged overalls, a brown work shirt and gloves, and appeared none too happy at his flowerbed being trampled by a couple of disrespectful youth.

"Uh, Carlos?"

"Yeah, I'm parked in front of the Vulpix Dor--."

"Great! Good to know. NOW BOOK IT!"

*****

Niqnaq and Carlos grunted with effort as they carried a massive television, still attached to its plastic stand, up a flight of stairs, huffing in exhaustion, their arms strained to the limit.

"Are you sure we couldn't have fit this thing in the motherfluffing elevator, Nicky?" Carlos complained through gritted teeth.

Niqnaq growled in pain as he used his butt to open the door to the 6thfloor behind him, calling out for anyone else who might've been nearby to make way for them and their huge appliance. "Urrrf! Even if this thing did fit, the RA made it clear that he wanted the elevators reserved today for people with shopping carts of stuff or those who have disabilities." The pair shuffled their way awkwardly past other males coming and going with their personal belongings, grinning sheepishly at the glares they got for blocking the hallway as they made their way to their own room, 620, at the very end of the hall.

"I blame YOU for being stuck with a room in a crappy location this semester!" Carlos teased as they turned and maneuvered the device so that it could fit--barely--through the door. It took all their might not to let the TV fall onto the dresser with a thud as they lowered it, shifting it to a more centered position, which didn't need much nudging to get it into, given the size of it.

Niqnaq wiped the sweat from his forehead and circled his aching forearms and shoulders. "Phew. I think I can safely say that I'll be selling my fat little RGB analog box in the near future." He plopped down onto his bed and sighed, letting his soreness from the day's work melt away.

"Or--and hear me out on this--you could turn it into a fish tank, like I've seen people doing with old 90s Macintosh monitors." Carlos suggested, flicking playfully at the fox's ear before returning to his own bed and plopping down on it. "Crumbs, I am hot and chafing, and that old A/C window unit is not working fast enough for me. Do you mind if I get comfortable, Nicky?"

The vulpine 's face was looking toward the ceiling and his eyes were already closed as he took a moment to rest. "Yeah, sure, go ahead." The sounds of clothes shuffling and light grunting, followed by some brief skin rubbing, graced Niqnaq's ears as he attempted to nap, feeling himself slowly drift away to nowhere in particular. But it was not long before his serenity was interrupted by another question from Carlos. "You'd mentioned to me that you swim for exercise. Swimmers use baby powder to keep their caps in good shape, right? Mind if I borrow some?"

Niqnaq groaned in frustration but didn't want to be rude or stingy. "Knock yourself out." he muttered, his eyes still closed as his body longed for that nap.

The next sounds he heard were footfalls upon an old carpet and the sliding of wooden drawers, a few plastic objects rattling as they were apparently brushed aside. "Nicky! Help me out here. Which drawer is that stuff in?"

The vulpine sat up and gently opened his eyes, replying groggily, "On the right, second drawer from the to--."

His jaw froze in place at the startling sight before him. Carlos was stark naked with his rear turned to Niqnaq, legs spread apart and tail lifted to keep balance as he searched for that baby powder, giving the fox a perfect view of his tailhole and the back of his smooth, green and pink genitalia, his nut sack and flaccid penis dangling between his legs with his movements.

"Are you sure it's in here, bud? I can't quite seem to..."

Carlos leaned forward on one foot, head tilted to the side comically as he rummaged through his new roommate's drawer, lifting the other foot behind him and twisting slightly, giving Niqnaq a side view of his penis, which was revealed to have been pierced with a Prince Albert ring.

"Aha! Gotcha, ya little rascal!" he exclaimed upon finally locating his quarry, standing with both legs pressed together and tail erect as he displayed the container of baby powder proudly, his side now facing the vulpine and his pierced member still visible. He then proceeded to apply some of the powder to his scaled hand and then rubs that hand between his thighs and under his balls, sighing audibly in relief. "Mmm, that feels so much better!"

Poor Niqnaq, meanwhile, was hiding a boner with a small throw pillow and doing everything he could to not squeal in a mixture of arousal and horror. When he did at last speak, it came out as a hoarse whimper. "Carlos! What are you doing?! Could you at least close the door first??"

"Hmm?" The iguana's frills perked as he turned to the door, yipping and jumping in place in alarm, then stumbling over himself to slam it shut. When he spun around to face Niqnaq, the purple fox was given a full frontal view of his friend's nudity, now with white baby powder scattered between his legs.

"Hope no one saw us. You ok there, Nicky? You look a little flustered."

Niqnaq's cheek fur might as well have changed color, he was blushing so hard, his ears now pinned back in embarrassment. "You, uh...you're naked, Carlos."

The iguana giggled, putting his hands behind his head and shaking his hips like a Chippendale's dancer, his pierced knob dangling and jiggling to whatever music was playing in his head in that moment. "Yeah, and? It's nothing you haven't seen before. We used to skinny dip together at summer camp back in junior high, remember?"

"That was at night, in the dark, when we couldn't really see much. Do you think you could put some underwear on now for me, please?"

Carlos frowned slightly in disappointment. "Gee, Niqnaq, I didn't know this bothered you that much."

"It sort of does. Well, maybe just a little. I mean, yes! I mean, no! I mean--d'oh!" The vulpine cupped his face in his hands, trying to calm himself and not make his reaction that obvious.

"It's just us two guys in here, Nicky. The door's closed now, like you wanted, and the blinds are drawn. No one else can see us. Casual nudity can be kinda fun and liberating!"

Niqnaq wasn't budging, still covering his eyes and steadying his breathing.

Carlos walked over to where the vulpine sat cross legged on the bed, brushing his rear to make sure it didn't have any baby powder on it, then taking a seat by his friend, wrapping an arm around him. "Here's an idea you might like. It might sound a little crazy, but I think it'll help. If you were to get naked, too, you might not feel so awkward about it, and we can be naked together. I don't know how you feel about naked men, but perhaps it'll make you feel more comfortable with your own body as well as mine. Wanna give it a shot? I won't pressure you, and I can promise to stay clothed around you if you say no."

Niqnaq had to admit the idea did sound like something fun worth trying. He hadn't considered the idea of casual nudity much in the past, given that he was the type of guy who needed the privacy of a shower curtain to change into a swimsuit in the gym locker room. Carlos's proposal brought back memories of the other times he had talked him into doing something he was unsure of while they were growing up, be it a roller coaster ride at a theme park, skinny dipping in the lake, pulling a harmless prank on their teacher, and so on. Some of those instances had ended in laughs, others with them bond closer together than some boys at that age might normally, and other with them getting into trouble. But no matter what, Carlos had always been there at his side. He still felt a little unsure, but he trusted his best friend. Niqnaq gulped, took a moment to adjust himself, then stood up and removed his shorts and briefs in one go, revealing his fuzzy balls and sheath to his buddy, with a small amount of pink peeking from the tip indicating his earlier arousal.

Once again, Carlos seemed not to notice, simply giving his best friend a smile and an encouraging pat on the back. "See, Nicky? Doesn't it feel good to get some breeze between your legs after all that hard work we did?"

Niqnaq wagged his fluffy tail and grinned shyly, already getting a little bit more comfortable with the idea of them being naked together. "Yeah, I...guess it is, heh."

"That's the spirit! Now come on, help me get the Xbox One hooked up to the TV."

*****

A few weeks later...

"You're seriously telling me you've never played the classic Nintendo 64 game Conker's Bad Fur Day?"

Niqnaq held the Xbox controller in his hand, staring blankly at the start menu on his friend's ridiculously large TV screen. "I never even knew it was a thing," he replied in genuine surprise, "or that it had been remade for the original Xbox as Conker: Live and Reloaded."

"Yeah, it used to be that you could have a go at the multiplayer part of the remake online with other people before they shut down the original Xbox Live servers. That function's gone now, but at least there's still the story campaign, which is honestly the better part of the game, in my humble opinion."

Carlos placed his fingers upon his chest and threw his voice to sound like a British thespian as he spoke the last few words, drawing a chuckle out of the purple fox. It was just after sundown, and they had both just finished taking their fall midterms, so they'd decided to spend an evening in the dorm room together to relax and play some games after a long week of studying. They were both totally naked, as they had been with each other in the room since move in day, with Niqnaq now quite used to being completely nude or bottomless with his friend. They had placed several pillows on the ground and against the A/C unit at the back so they could sit together comfortably while watching the screen, with Carlos on the left and Niqnaq on the right.

"Go on now, start the game, silly fox!" Carlos encouraged.

Niqnaq hit the "A" button, and they both watched the screen as the opening cutscenes played out, giggling at the unique British humor and innuendos.

"When I owned the original version of this for the N64," the iguana chimed in, "I had to hide the cartridge from my parents, who were probably a lot stricter than yours when it came to media with 'naughty jokes' and 'inappropriate words'. They made us cover our faces with what they called the 'naughty pillows' during the kissing scenes in _Braveheart_when you watched it with my family! Do you remember that, Nicky?"

"I do, ha ha!" Niqnaq chuckled at the memory as he got used to the controls during the game's first playable part. "My parents would cringe at stuff like that when we watched something together, but they didn't make us censor ourselves every single time something 'disagreeable' came up on screen.' Feeling confident with his ability to maneuver Conker, he made his way through the first few levels, smashing enemies and collecting money as well as chocolate bars for his health meter as needed. "I mean, your parents even got angry at mine when they found out you'd watched _Monty Python and the Holy Grail_with us, my parents having completely forgotten about all the swear words and sex jokes that were in it!"

As Niqnaq continued to reminisce on days of old while he played, Carlos interrupted now and then to give him tips on where to find chocolate and how to solve puzzles to get to the next area. With each piece of advice given, the iguana got closer to his vulpine companion, centimeter by centimeter, until he was practically cuddling with Niqnaq, much like they did when they were a lot younger.

"Alright, you see that flower with the huge tits?" Carlos asked, wrapping an arm around his buddy's far shoulder.

Niqnaq blushed. "It's kind of hard not to."

"I hear ya, Nicky. I may be gay, but I wouldn't say I'm completely opposed to looking at the finer parts of a female. 'Homoflexible', I think, is the word I'm looking for. Kinda hot, ain't she?"

"Yeah, I guess she is." A pink tip was peeking out from his sheath again, like it had done sometimes when he and Carlos were naked together.

"Anyway," the iguana continued, subtly twisting his hips to the side and shifting the lower half of his body a bit closer to Niqnaq, "the goal here is to get the pervy old bumblebee we saw back there to boink the flower in order to 'pollinate' her and get her boobs all bouncy so you can use them like a trampoline in order to advance to the next area."

"You've gotta be kidding me here, Carlos." Niqnaq said in disbelief, rolling his eyes and shaking his head, not registering Carlos's Prince Albert ring now laying against his side, he was so engrossed in their cuddling and the game he was being guided through. "Also, spoiler alert, much?"

"You think that's downright absurd, wait till you meet the giant singing poo monster later on!"

Niqnaq grimaced to make his lack of enthusiasm known, while Carlos scooted a little closer to him, his penis now half hard and stiffening against his friend's purple fur. "Aw, come on, Nicky, he's the best boss in the game. You'll love him!"

"I imagine there will be a plethora of middle school-inspired scat jokes?"

"Yep! Ones that would have gotten our butts sent to the principal's office for sure!" As if on cue, Carlos gently began caressing the small of his friend's back, tracing a clawed finger over the base of his tail, then moving to cup one of his cheeks affectionately. Now Niqnaq was beginning to notice his friend's closeness and attention, but he did his best to act nonchalant, writing it off as his friend being his usual, playful self. Still, now the entire head of his own penis had slipped out of its hiding place, while Carlos's pierced member was now fully erect and poking below at Niqnaq's left hip.

Several minutes went by, Carlos very slowly moving his hand around to rub the fox's belly while pressing his hard dick into his side. By this point, Niqnaq was also fully erect himself, moaning softly at the loving touches of the iguana while still trying to focus on the game he was playing. "Now, the goal here is to get the cow to drink lots of prune juice so she gets diarrhea and poops into that drain in the center, which will allow you to go to the next area, but watch out for that bull that's gonna appear!"

Niqnaq thrusted his hips up into the air as he felt Carlos's fingers start to caress his pubic fur and the soft skin of his sheath. "This just keeps getting weirder and weirder, my friend."

Carlos chuckled to himself as he also thrust, against his friend's side. "You talking about the game, or what I'm doing to you right now?"

Niqnaq didn't say anything in return, choosing instead to try to focus on solving the puzzle of getting the cow out of the pen. But he couldn't help himself when a moan escaped his muzzle as soon as Carlos was touching his pink rocket.

"This feel good, Nicky? I can tell you been wanting this for a while now."

The words had trouble forming in the purple fox's muzzle, so enthralled he was at the reptile's attention. "Wha...what do you...mean, dude?" Poor Conker at his point sat neglected on the screen, getting his butt kicked by the bull boss.

"Don't try to deny it." Carlos chided him half-teasingly. "I've seen where your eyes have been looking ever since we moved in together. I know that lipstick you're sporting down there is for me. I know you like looking at my dick, longing for its touch, longing to touch it..." He began stroking the vulpine's thick rod, a knot forming at the base. "...wanting some attention on your own peen, heh heh." The iguana was now dry humping his friend while giving the pink meat stick a proper tug. "Whatcha gonna do about it, Nicky?"

"Aaaaah!" Niqnaq kicked the controller aside with his paws, the screen now reading "game over" as the iguana used his thumb and forefinger to rub the head of his penis in circles, coaxing precum out of the tip and examining its stickiness, giggling in amusement. "Th-this is--no one's ever touched me like this before, Carlos."

The reptile glanced sidelong at his friend. "Do you want me to stop?"

Niqnaq shook his head vigorously in protest. "Noooo! I-I want more. Please!"

"Well, then," Carlos released his grip and shifted to where he was seated in Niqnaq's lap. "...how about we try something I learned from some other gay buddies of mine at my old university?"

The reptile got comfortable by spreading his legs and resting them on top of Niqnaq's, then used both hands to press their cocks together, holding them in place for a moment before stroking up and down in a suave motion, both members feeling massive in his somewhat smaller hands, murring as his own pre leaked out onto the Prince Albert ring and dribbled down onto their meat, serving as a lube and only heightening their mutual arousal. A thick scent of musk and sex saturated the room as they both ground in unison with the stroking motion, their breathing becoming unified, as well.

"Mmmf! God, this is making me so horny, Nicky! But my arms are getting tired. You wanna give it a try, hun?"

Niqnaq almost didn't hear his friend's question, so captivated was he in pleasure and intimacy. His cheeks were burning red once more, not from embarrassment, but from the sensuality of their shared experience and the loving pet name he'd been called. Nodding, he brought just one paw of his own down to their kissing cocks, gripping them together with his fingers as Carlos withdrew his own hands, bringing them to rest at their sides.

"Good. Now stroke them just like you would your own peen when you're masturbating."

Niqnaq's grip was unsteady at first, and their pulsating penises fell apart a few times.

"Don't worry, sweetie, it's a learning experience. You're doing fine. Just start off slow, keep a firm grip, and try not to rotate your paw so much."

The purple fox altered the stroking using his friend's advice, managing to keep their dicks together for longer, huffing as he stared down at the glorious sight of their two schlongs pressed tightly.

"That's it, now you've got it, babe! K-keep going!"

Huffs turned to moans, to grunts, to howls and squeals. Niqnaq's knot looked like it was ready to explode, as did the head of Carlos's more humanoid penis.

"Oh, fuzz, keep stroking, Nicky! Gaaah, I'm so close!!!"

Niqnaq gritted his teeth, a guttural howl manifesting in his throat. He couldn't stop now, even if he wanted to. His heart felt like it was going to explode from his chest, but he had to reach the climax. "CARLOOOOOS!!!" he shouted, pausing his strokes for just a moment as both their cocks erupted at the same time, their seed mingling in the air just above their dicks, a symbol of two souls uniting before falling down and covering their peens and the Prince Albert ring in several thick, gooey strands of jizz, their cries of ecstasy loud enough to make any passerby wonder if there was an emergency. Eventually, the big finish dissipated, and Niqnaq fell forward into the chest of Carlos, barreling them both down onto the floor in a sticky, sweaty mess. His belly fur was stained, matted, and mussed up at this point, and the dried spots on Carlos made it look like he was shedding his reptilian skin, but neither of them really minded all that much. They was too busy basking in the sweet afterglow as best friends, both of whom now felt much closer than most friends did.

To that end, as both young men gazed at each other bashfully, in a moment of post nut bravery, Niqnaq leaned his head down and kissed Carlos right on the lips before he had any chance to move. The iguana was stunned for a moment, but happily returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around Niqnaq and pressing their bodies close together and murring, the vulpine's tongue brazenly, but without experience, mashing around inside the iguana's muzzle, making it up as he went along. Carlos, in turn, was amused and also greatly aroused at the purple fox's eagerness and clumsy attempts at French kissing. Their hips came together, as did their genitalia, quickly getting hard already, indicating their mutual desire for a second round of sex.

Carlos broke the kiss and gave Niqnaq a love bite on the side of his neck, eliciting a sharp inhale from the fox, not of pain, but rather carnal gratification. He held the bite for a few seconds, then released his friend's neck from his mouth and asked, "Ready to go again, Nicky?"

The purple fox nodded, his tongue lolling to the side and his tail thumping beneath him.

"Then let me ask you this: have you ever given head before?"

He shook his head, frowning a little at his own inexperience.

"Would you like to?"

This time, he nodded, albeit more slowly than when he indicated "no" earlier.

"Yay! Ha ha!" Carlos gave him a quick smooch on the cheek. "Because I'm such a nice gay best friend, I say we give each other oral at the same time, à la 69?" The iguana giggled in a low voice at the silly numerical association and the anticipation of more mutual pleasure, while Niqnaq was subconsciously licking his lips at the chance to get a taste of the reptile's pierced dick. "Ooh, such an eager beaver, aren't we?" The indiscretion earned a teasing boop on the nose from his reptilian companion, which was returned in kind along with a playful chuckle from the purple fox. "Alright, enough silliness, how about we get right to it, yeah?"

Niqnaq flashed a toothy grin and gave Carlos a light peck on the cheek, returning the gesture from earlier, then climbed up on his bed and laid flat, drawing his paws up to his chest and pawing at the air, his dick throbbing and eager once again. "Ready!" he piped, tail still thumping beneath him.

"I can see that, heh heh!" Carlos responded. He crawled onto the bed and lifted himself up on all fours, clambering over to Niqnaq's adorable face, where they kissed briefly. Then he kissed his cheek, his neck, his chest, slowly and sensually moving his way down the fuzzy body while twisting himself around so that Niqnaq had an excellent view of and access to Carlos's smooth bits. The kisses came to the fox's belly button, then his pubic fur, then his sheath, then the knot, then the shaft, finally placing a wet one at the leaking tip of his penis. Niqnaq quivered and let out a meep at the attention, almost losing his focus from the smooth, firm, erect, pierced dick dangling in front of him. He poked it with his nose and inhaled his musky scent deeply. Carlos was now shaking, squirting pre from his flared head onto the vulpine's chin, which he was only too happy to lap up and swallow, savoring the bittersweet taste. "Just remember these tips, Niqnaq: don't force my cock into your mouth farther than you can handle it, mind your teeth, suck on it like you would a popsicle, use your tongue, breathe through your nose, stop when you have to, and be ready to swallow when my cum squirts out. Got all that, cutie?"

Niqnaq nodded, extending his tongue out to give Carlos's tip a few licks, pondering at the metallic feel and taste of the Prince Albert ring. The iguana's knees buckled, and he returned the favor by wrapping his lips around the head of Niqnaq's penis, applying a soft sucking in the hopes that Niqnaq would catch on to how it's done. Not a moment too soon, the purple fox had opened his maw and accepted Carlos's dick, sliding his tongue up and down while suckling on it, gulping down the pre that was now pouring from Carlos's cock.

Carlos lifted his maw briefly and moaned from the unexpected level of attention he was being given, using all the willpower he could muster to avoid face-humping his friend then and there. "God, Nicky, you're a natural at this!" Without missing a beat, Carlos went back to giving an intense session to the vulpine dick beneath him, taking it down to the top of knot and letting the tip hit the back of his throat. Niqnaq groaned in felicitous pleasure, allowing the iguana's penis to slide further back onto his mouth. When the Prince Albert ring tickled his uvula, he felt his gag reflex kick in, causing him to release Carlos's member and cough a few times. "Whoa, take it easy, bud!" he cautioned momentarily before returning to his loving oral affections. Niqnaq took a few breathes to reorient himself, then took the iguana's meat pole back onto his maw, albeit more slowly this time, making a mental note of how far back he could handle slurping it down. While Carlos was showing off by wrapping his slender reptilian tongue fully around Niqnaq's pink rocket and stroking it, the purple fox was savoring the meaty, sour taste of Carlos's cock, breathing in the scent deeply as he wrapped his lips around it, lapping at it eagerly with his tongue, now feeling he was up to the task, keen on getting a taste of that iguana spunk now churning in Carlos's bouncing balls. This went on for a couple minutes, the iguana ministering to Niqnaq's meat, and the vulpine responding to it. The very moans coming from their throats were now involved in pleasuring each other mutually, serving as a natural vibratory stimulus to get their cocks to throb. It wasn't long before both of them started feeling bold, humping each other in the muzzle as the familiar pressure built deep within their loins. Niqnaq was still having trouble dealing with the gag reflex each time the iguana's cock piercing tickled the back of his throat, but he toughed it out for his friend, getting a bit more used to the sensation a little at a time when he realized he was able to use his long, vulpine muzzle to his advantage.

"Mmmf, mmf, mmmmmmf!" Carlos whimpered, his legs shaking violently as the inevitable approached, Niqnaq's own legs and tail stiffening. His knot flared once more, fully engorged just as Carlos's non-knotted dick was. And then, it all came upon them in a flash. Niqnaq was the first to blow, so overpowered by how sexy the experience was that he was unable to hold it in any longer, spewing hot globs of vulpine semen at the back of Carlos's maw. Feeling the throat filling with cum, Carlos, who'd had more time in his life to perfect the moneyshot moment, at last allowed himself to thrust all the way down Niqnaq's maw and release his own load, both of them gurgling and grunting with each shot of jizz. Fatigue set in at last, and they fell into a heap, letting their sloppy dicks fall from each other's muzzles and panting in sheer tiredness.

Once Carlos felt enough of his energy return to him, he inched his way back to Niqnaq's side on the bed, cupping his muzzle in his hand and opening up for a steamy kiss. They could taste each other's spunk on their tongues, and they moaned one last time, a final spurt of cum leaking from their penises. As their lips parted, Niqnaq sighed contentedly, caressing the iguana's cheek. "Does this mean...we're boyfriends now?" he posited, hesitating a bit mid-sentence.

Carlos smiled, wrapping a leg around Niqnaq's hip and holding him tight. "Would you like it to?"

The purple fox thumped his tail softly in excitement. "Maybe. But how about we start with a dinner date first and see where it goes?"

Carlos's frills wiggled happily. "Alright, I'm game. But does the campus cafeteria count? I blew all my money on a stupid giant TV."

Niqnaq laughed at his friend's joke, sliding his fuzzy tail around his friend's scaled and frilled one a few times in a show of love. "We'll see..."

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