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The Golden Age

Chapter 2: Moonlight

I was somewhat surprised to shake Antenor's paw and find it damp with my piss, although as surprises go it was a pleasant one. I could see the panic on his face and his ears dropped when he realised what he had done. In that moment he was so cute I could have hugged him to me right there in the middle of the gymnasium. I resisted the urge and made some comment about being friends, and before I knew it he had introduced me to two other foxes, and I introduced them to Nicander, a black rat who had been my best friend for years.

After a few more minutes of talking a large lion I had seen wrestling earlier came up to the group. This was Heracles, the lead trainer. Soon he had us exercising, at first without armour, but at a pace that even the fittest of us struggled to keep up with. We ended the day at nightfall and all collapsed gratefully into our beds, but the labours of the day had already started to form us into a group. In the few moments we had to relax I spoke with Antenor, and soon found myself succumbing to his charm as his initial embarrassment ebbed away. And not only did I enjoy talking to him, but when I could I admired his ass, his beautiful russet fur perfectly accentuating its curves.

The next day we were up at the crack of dawn and trained almost solidly to dusk, when we just had enough energy to eat a meagre meal and crawl into bed. This was the pattern for the next two weeks, and we all looked forward with longing to the festival of the founding, when we would be given two days off.

The two day festival of the founding, held sacred to Poseidon, patron god of our city, is the most important event in our calendar, marked by dancing, martial displays and poetry, climaxing in a ceremony in which olive oil from the great tree and the blood of a sacrificed stag are offered to Poseidon at the harbour by the high priest, who at that time was my father. It is a great party and it seemed all the more special because for the first time in what felt like an eternity we weren't training. After the festival we would begin to practice with weapons and armour, but for those days we were free.

By this point the five of us, Antenor, Nicander, Myron, Demetrius and myself, were good friends, and we spent the two day together relaxing and messing around, enjoying just being boys again. In the evening between the two nights I walked with Antenor to his house, as my father had to stay in the temple precincts until the sacrifice the next day. I met his father Eteocles and his uncle Orestes, who looked at me strangely the whole evening and seemed to keep winking at Antenor when he thought I wasn't looking.

After dinner Antenor and I went for a walk in the olive groves near his home. It seemed like a lifetime since I first met him, even though it had only been a few weeks, and yet this was the first chance we had found to be alone. The silver white moonlight threw the dark shadows of a row of cypress trees across the road as we strolled along, talking of nothing in particular. In the dark all I could see were his deep blue eyes and he moved in silently through the shadows, only to emerge into the moonlight a statuesque fox like one of the marble statues on the acropolis, before plunging again into the darkness.

After perhaps half an hour Antenor turned to me. "I need to take a leak" He said, walking off the road behind one of the cypresses. I followed him as my own bladder was feeling pleasantly full from the wine we had drunk earlier. Seeing him take his cock in his hands I thought of how we met something we had not yet talked about. I don't know if it was the wine, or the moon, or both, but I knew what I wanted and from how we had met I thought I knew what he wanted as well. Walking up behind Antenor I slid my arms under his and slid his paws of his cock, before taking it in my own.

"Let me" I whispered, feeling the weight and warm of his shaft "just relax". With almost no hesitation he began to pee, a strong arc of urine shooting onto the tree, with just a little flowing over my paws. He reached one paw into the stream, holding it there for a moment before catching some in his palm and bringing it to his muzzle.

"Not so fast" I said, "you've already tasted mine, so I think it's my turn". With that I took one paw off his cock to gently bring his paw to my muzzle and I began to lap eagerly at his piss. It was steaming hot and slightly bitterer than mine is normally, but the strong vulpine scent had me hard in a moment, my erection nestling in the crack of his ass. He repeated this several times as he pissed on the tree until he was spent.

"Do you have to go" he asked eagerly. "Desperately" I replied, moving to take up his position. Before I could do so he turned and knelt down. At first I wasn't sure what he was doing, but when he opened his muzzle I got the idea. He cupped his flat tongue, the end just touching the pointed tip of my cock, and I began to piss.

I had not realised how full I was, and the stream poured into his mouth like a golden torrent. He swallowed the liquid faster than I would have believed possible but still it poured out of his mouth and down the white fur of his chest, staining it a pale straw colour in the moonlight.

As my piss finished he licked eagerly at the last drops on my tip and moaned contentedly before sitting back into the pool of urine that had formed around him. Steam rose off him gently and even as he smiled up at me I could see him begin to shiver as it cooled. Filled with a desire to be close to him and protect him I knelt down beside him and held his damp body close to mine, our warmth mixing. I could feel his heart beating and our combined scents overwhelmed my sensitive nose as my piss dried into our fur. Looking into the profound blue of his eyes I saw reflected there the same longing, the same intensity that I felt, and together we leant forward and kissed for the first time.