College Radio and Jackals
Please note that all of the following story and its yiffy goodness are devoted to the yiffiest of Jackals. So anyone else getting a pawing off this, cool, keep on yiffing. And now this is the part where I tell you to stay away if you're under eighteen or this kind of thing is out of legality in your area. So... ummm just go away you little brats. This is shit mommies and daddies do in the backroom. And now on to my second section of my series: Weekend at College
College Radio and Jackals
Twilight had dimmed to darkness by the time the two lovers had separated and straightened up. Vincent had adopted a new wardrobe, his 89.7 shirt and cap...his headphones around the neck, and his yiffy collar. He wore it as a bracelet and had carved into the interior "Foxx zero Owned"; Foxx of course blushed upon sight of it. Vincent ended up loaning him a sweater about three sizes too large and a pair of old jeans tied tightly with a leather belt, wolves imprinted in the leather. Both pairs of there cast off clothes reeked of hot love making.
After a brief kiss, Vincent packed up some tapes and made a motion for Foxx to follow him. It was close to ten o'clock when they emerged from the residence hall and trod down the gentle path through the forest that connected it to the college. Vincent spent most of the walk rubbing a soft hand across Foxx's rear giggling slightly, and sighing in contentment as Foxx did the same to his own tush. They kept catching the other looking over and then looking away. Neither wanting the other to know how much adoration was flowing.
Eventually they had wandered around the desolate and dark building, to find themselves standing in front of the glass structure that was KIWR studios. Vincent smiled, led his yiffy Jackal to a side door, and slid in his keycard; thus granting them access to the inner studio.
"Should we be here? I mean should I?" Vincent pressed a finger to the soft Jackal lips to shush him and nodded, leading him to another inner door. This one leading to the inner workings of the Alternative Rock station 89.7 the river.
Opening the door to the production room, the two of them dropped there packs and Vincent pulled out the tapes he had brought along. Sliding one into the cassette player he motioned for Foxx to sit in the comfy chair. He then pressed another button on the cassette player and glared at his friend subtly telling him to sit down now. Foxx did so looking at him curiously...then in surprise as Vincent began undoing his fly on the jeans, murring in delight as the little jackal immediately sprung up from the boxers. Vincent then grinned and pushed a button on the large console...bringing up a bar. He slammed a finger behind him and hit a blinking light on the cassette player.
"Vincent...? Wha....OOOOHHH!!!" Vincent's head had just come down and surrounded his friends little jackal with hot humid mouth cavity, licking around the throbbing member was a very energetic tongue. His lips closed tightly around the prick and he began to inhale the large cock. Foxx immediately began to moan from the sheer feel of it sucking and messaging his love pole.
Vincent's hand flew up and grasped the base of it firmly, as he began to stroke the lovely jackal's hard mass. Foxx's eyes closed tightly with pleasure as he felt so content and relaxed, the lion's other hand flitting up and tickling his ballsac didn't help much either.
He moaned out Vincent's name over and over again as the yiffy lion bobbed up and down on the throbbing member, hand grasping firmly as it stroked, and spare hand groping and kneading his balls. Foxx gasped out as his knot emerged from the sheath, prodding the zipper ever more firmly open, Vincent smiled and looked up at him. His stroking hands stopping over the engorged mass and squeezing it softly rubbing a hand fast and fluidly over the collection of pleasurable nerves.
It took all of Foxx's streangth and willpower to try and attempt to hold back the tide, of hot cum from flowing. Vincent seeing his friend restrain himself, removed the hand from the jackals sac and slide up his shirt to massage his chest and rub gently across his stomach.
His attentions on the throbbing shaft didn't stop though as he marked himself up to a new speed, his tongue wrapping seductively around the rod and sliding up and down it as he bobbed. Even going as far as licking the mushroom headed slit, sliding his tongue erotically around stimulating him further. He sucked on the entire thing, taking it deeper into his hot humid mouth and throat, fighting back his gag reflex.
The attention overrode the restraint as the sound gauge on the board went deep into the red, Foxx's hot passionate moans and screams of pleasure reverberating through the mike, and burning into the recording tape. The jackal's moans and passionate thrashing made Vincent grow highly aroused himself, but his thoughts weren't on his arousal at that time. Foxx exploded burst after burst of hot cream into his awaiting mouth. Vincent gagged for a sec spilling some of the seed from the corner of his lips, but adjusted quickly as he began to swallow it trying to take in as much of the fluid as possible. He continued sucking, as Foxx's orgasm lasted for nearly twenty seconds and his moans, pants, and gasps for twice as long.
Vincent stood up, brought a sleeve to his face and wiped the dribbling cum. He giggled staring down at the panting exhausted looking Jackal. Gently he turned around and pressed the stop button on the recording cassette. Pressing rewind, he reached into his pack winking at the confused looking jackal, pulling out a second cassette he slid it into the other slot and pressed record, while playing the refreshed tape. The sounds of his sucking and Foxx's moans and cries echoing out at them.
"Mmm... you'll have to pay me back later for this you know? I hope you'll enjoy this..." He pulled out the freshly recorded tape and tossed it into the sore lap of his darling friend Foxx. He grinned and placed the original into his own backpack, grabbed a spare and began doing his news spot while Foxx Zero stood behind him grinning and beaming in adoration. Vincent looked back and smiled from time to time, making Foxx blush.
After he was finished, the two exhausted furs wandered over to "The Dugout" a little break room meant for the radio students to relax and get comfy away from the rest of the school. Vincent opened the door and showed Foxx the comfortable environment and the bonus of the room. Two enormous plush couches, he grinned and laid down motioning for Foxx to join him. They curled up into the others arm, on the bigger comfier couch and passed out until morning. What happens next is another story.
Well there it is... after several rewrites part II. Gah.. I hope certain someone's really enjoy it and Fiona reads it and dies... just joking. (Like bloody hell I am) Anyway pray that part three turns out better than this one because I still think it could be better. Foxx as always and forever.. I love you.