Take Me Out to the Ball Game
Take Me Out to the Ball Game
Why am I even here? Those words bounced around Alan's head as he watched what he thought was the longest baseball game in history. He didn't understand why people thought hitting a hard ball with a stick and running around in 360 foot circles was fun; he only came because Todd asked him to. Todd was the sexiest Fox in high school, and now the sexiest at Cronwell U. They've been friends since junior high, and Alan had always been a bit rosy cheeked around him, but he didn't realize it was a crush until high school.
They played on the tennis team together, as doubles partners. One time, during their third year, Alan had just finished changing out of his tennis clothes to go home. He didn't like using the school shower; he valued his privacy enough to go home sweaty and smelly. As he passed them, Todd's voice caused him to turn his head. And there he was, back turned to the shower head, orange fur dripping wet, the last remnants of suds oozing down the white fur of his well-toned torso and around his six-pack down to his sizable sheath and sac. Alan forced his eyes away from the lower extremities and focused on Todd's emerald eyes. Todd had said something, but thoughts of Alan's paw sliding down that muscular chest, grabbing those golf ball sized nuts, sent a tingling through him, specifically his crotch.
"Yo, Coon!" Todd had shouted, bringing Alan back to attention. "Can you hand me a towel?"
When Alan got home that day, his stiffie hadn't subsided; his thought kept going back to that moment, when the towel changed hands, when orange brushed gray. Alan had touched a naked Todd; even if it was just the paw, the Fox was still nude, and not caring. In his room, behind a locked door, he admitted his crush with a large white mess all over his floor.
And now, they were in their second year at Cronwell, and roommates to boot. Hiding an attraction from someone while living with them is hard, especially when you feel inclined to spend as much time as possible with said person. Alan had to end it. What better place then the nosebleed section of a baseball game? The home team looked to be losing anyway.
Alan drew in a deep breath, let it out, and turned to face Todd. "Hey."
Todd didn't take his eyes from the game, as if in the few seconds it'd take to tell him he'd miss an important somethingrather. "What's up?"
He was about to let it out. He felt it on the tip of his tongue. After a moment's hesitation, he said: "I'm going to the bathroom." He imagined stabbing himself through the heart with those words. Why didn't he just say it? Raccoons were supposed to be brave thieves; so why was he scared of telling the fox who had stolen his heart?
"Bring me back some nachos please?" Todd fished around in his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash, wrappers, and lint.
"Sure." With the knot that had formed in his stomach, a trip to the bathroom couldn't hurt.
By the time he got there, the knot had vanished. Looking at the urinals didn't bring about the urge to pee, and neither did the water from the wolf washing his hands. Alan stared at his reflection, at the disheartened brown eyes in his black mask-like fur. Sweat had matted his gray fur a bit. Through his nervousness, he hadn't realized how hot it was out there. He turned the cold water on and splashed some on his face. He and the wolf shut off the water at the exact same moment.
At the handicapped stall, quiet grunts and groans and thuds caught Alan's ear. The wolf, looking flabbergasted, all but ran from the restroom. Alan, curiosity always getting the better of him, shuffled over to the noisy stall. Between the door and the wall, he had a small view of a bear pounding away at a white ass. Another step to the side showed a wolf, eyes closed in euphoria, pink penis wrapped in the bears black paw. Half a minute into the show, and it was over. The wolf exploded all over the wall, the bear all over the wolf's back. Alan tiptoed out of the bathroom with a hard-on of his own. He didn't care whether he pitched or caught, as long as Todd was the other player.
He wasn't any less stiff when he returned to his seat. He hoped Todd wouldn't notice.
Todd glanced back at Alan. "No nachos?"
"I-In the b-bathroom, a...a bear, a-and a wolf..."
"And the curious Coon couldn't help but watch?"
Alan felt heat rush to his face.
"No worries. I'd forget about nachos watching that too." Todd looked back at Alan. "You seem to still be enjoying it."
Blood vessels burst in his face. So much for hiding it.
"Oh well. Can't be helped." Todd scooted off his seat and knelt in front of Alan.
Shock mixed in with Alan's embarrassment as his pants were unbuttoned and unzipped. His erection sprung from the slit in his boxers, pink and pulsing in front of Todd's muzzle. The Fox licked the tip; an involuntary moan escaped Alan's lips. Todd took in the first inch and started bobbing his head, slow and steady, dipping his tongue into the head.
Alan couldn't believe what was happening. He had dreamed of sucking Todd off, of drinking in river after river of the Fox's love; but, not once did he dream of it happening the other way around, in public no less. His shaft leaked his clear happiness into Todd's maw as it took in more of Alan's seven inches.
His dick brushed the back of Todd's throat; teeth rubbed against his baseball sized knot; he felt his pubic fur tickle Todd's nose. The Fox's lips glided over the knot, then squeezed just after the top and the rest of the way up. And down. Back and forth. Todd's tongue poked into the top before each return.
Todd squeezed Alan's know with teeth and lips. Ecstasy shot through the raccoon; he forced his moan into a whimper as the first blasts of cum went down Todd's throat. No choking, or gagging; his friend swallowed the entire load, leaving only a trickle to drip down the softening shaft when he pulled away.
Todd redid Alan's pants and returned to his seat, emerald eyes shooting back to the game. Alan couldn't care less about the game. He had just been blown by his best friend, his secret crush, in public! And then he acted as if nothing happened! Alan was about to address this when Todd turned back and spoke.
"Don't act so shocked. You've wanted this since we met. Frankly, so have I. Why do you think I left my towel on the other side of the locker room that day? Why do you think I invite you everywhere? It's because I knew you wanted to. I saw your eyes light up when our paws touched that day with the towel. I know you'll accept any invite, no matter how lame. I know how nuts you are about me. And I know that I'm gonna bust in my pants if I don't take care of it soon." He launched himself at Alan, knocking them both to the cement floor.
Their lips met in a long and passionate kiss. Their tongues squirmed around Alan's mouth. Alan felt Todd's paws slide across his chest, playing with his nipples. One found his subtle abs, his navel, began undoing his pants again. Alan unzipped Todd and pulled out the erection: bigger than his own, probably ten or eleven inches
.
They broke the kiss. Todd turned Alan onto his belly.
Alan forced his reformed stomach know away. He knew how much it hurt the first time, but having Todd be the first washed away all of his fears. Still, he felt his skin tingle as Todd pulled himself up and prodded the virgin tail hole with his hot member. Pre-cum dripped onto the opening. Alan reached behind him and rubbed it in. The Fox laid down on top of him, their heads right next to each other on the ground. After a whispered "Are you ready?", Alan felt the first pangs of first-penetration pain.
Todd's shaft forced his insides to spread as it slid deeper. It banged against a sweet spot Alan never knew existed, sending a sharp pleasure through his body, letting out a muffled yelp. Even deeper. Todd's balls lay at Alan's backside, large knot at the rear entrance. He pulled out, leaving in the tip, then pushed back in, pressing the hidden pleasure zone, then out again. He moaned in Alan's ear, hot breath coming and going in tune to his slow thrusts. Each successive thrust brought with it a moan from the Fox, a whimper from the raccoon, and a mixture of pain and pleasure to Alan's insides.
Todd picked up speed. His breaths became smaller, his thrusts harder, his moans louder. The audience cheered as if for them. Soon, Todd's thrusts became rams. His knot pounded against Alan's rear, his balls brushing both cheeks as they bounced in rhythm with each assault.
A paw tickled Alan's belly, then clamped onto his nearly forgotten dick. Todd's paw pumped at the same beat as the pounding of the rear. Alan whimpered again. As if sensing it, Todd, without losing speed or velocity, turned them onto their sides. Clenching down on Todd's member, Alan shot one, two, five, nine thick ropes of semen onto the back of the unoccupied chair ahead of him, more than when Todd sucked him. A short eternity later, Todd jabbed his knot into Alan's rear, sending a wave of pain through him. The crowd roared again, covering Todd's in all the noise. An explosion of heat filled Alan's insides, overflowed them, seeped out even while Todd still flowed, locked in place.
A full minute of cumming later, Todd's knot deflated and he pulled out, bringing with him a considerable amount of his own fluids. Alan turned around to see Todd wiping off with a napkin from who knew when, a small white puddle at the base of his tail, and a security wolf with a rather large bulge in his pants.
"Get yourselves cleaned up. You're coming with me."
Todd twisted his face and zipped up. Alan, exposed and dripping from the ass, took a chance. "Aren't you that wolf I saw earlier getting his ass thoroughly fucked by that bear in the bathroom? What would your superiors say when I tell them that?"
The guard said nothing, but stared with wide eyes at the raccoon.
Alan pulled up his pants and got to his feet. "Come on, Todd. I don't think our team's got it today."