Story Time
The canine ran fast. The trees were hard to dodge, but after running for so long he picked up the ability quickly. It was something easy to pick up when one ran for his life like Jacob was doing. His furry cheeks were matted with tears. Oh what a fool he was. The trees were dark, black like shadows grown from the ground. The moon was the only help at all and was nice enough to be full on this night of distress for Jacob.
His tears filled eyes as he looked up at the moon as he ran. He knew he was probably safe, but now he just ran as if he could get away from the tragedy that lay behind him.
"Oh why...why did it have to happen like this?" he asked the night sky. His legs ached, his lungs burned as he breathed the proper way when running. He played sports enough with his friends. Sports...his friends. It was the whole reason he got caught up in this mess.
The images of the happenings of this night were all too clear and painfully recent. Their trucks were parked on the hill next to this forest as they drank and looked over the city. Empty beer cans would fly and clank into the bed of Jacob's truck. It always helped get him a little extra cash when he handed them in. They were laughing and celebrating a victory over the school's rival; they played, they won, and loved it. Jacob was having such a good time, knowing it was him that scored the final point they needed. He was the hero.
The canine was chatting with his friend as they both sat together looking at the city. "The city is beautiful... this place couldn't be any more perfect..." he had said. His cougar friend smiled and agreed with him.
"You're the hero tonight, Jacob. You did it, man." The cougar gave a welcoming slap on the far shoulder of the canine as he smiled to his friend. Jacob smiled... and then dove his lips into the surprised feline. He pulled with his smile on his face... and then frowned. The cougar looked at him...annoyed and disgusted. "What the hell?!" The other guys stopped what they were doing and looked over the two, some jocks still were yelling until they caught on that they were all starring.
"I-..." Jacob was confused, not sure what to say. He didn't expect this reaction; he in fact was wishing and hoping with all his might that the friend he had crushed on for so long would share some of the same feelings. "I thought-"
"That I was gay?!" The cougar was angry and now offended. The other jocks were looking at each other in speculation, trying to catch up with what was unfolding.
"No, I mean, well...I...I..." He didn't know what to say. Words wouldn't form past the heavy disappointment. One of the others asked what was going.
"I'll tell you what's going on," the cougar busted out, standing up and away from Jacob like he was diseased. "Jacob's a fucking fagot." A few loyal said that couldn't be or tried to defend, while the majority was looking at Jacob with something the canine never expected to see and never wanted to see. Hate.
"The mother fucker just kissed me!" He spit at the ground and looked at Jacob with the same hate, and a slight bit of confusion. Then he charged and pushed Jacob off the tail gate of the truck.
He hit the ground and grunted. When he looked up, he could see some were ready to pounce, unleash what they felt and could be seen in their eyes. Those horrible hate-filled eyes. They were haunting.
Now Jacob was running, screaming at the sky. "WHY?!"
He slowed, knowing for sure they were no longer after him. He was after all, one of the best. There were only two on the team that could have kept up like that and they wouldn't follow without a larger group. He now strolled through the bleak night, the dense forest. His paws clutched his jersey's flaps and tightened it around him for warmth in the cold night. He saw a light ahead and had wondered if he lost his way so much that he might have steered back into civilization. Then it was obvious that the place was just a lone cabin out here in the wild. The place was big for being out so far in the middle of no where.
Seeing too many horror movies, Jacob stayed away from the house and began walking somewhere that he thought might take him back home. He knew he was fooling himself; he really had no idea where he was. The sounds of the forest began getting his nerves on edge. Looking back at the shining windows, he began figuring that shelter didn't seem as bad as a dark creepy forest.
As if the forest was reading his thoughts, a bizarre and loud sound came out of the dark. Jacob yelped and ran towards the light which seemed like a savior to his terror stricken heart. He gave a small cry as he tripped over something, feeling the ground wet and seeping through his jeans. Scrambling up, the pitiful canine bolted twice as fast for the house. He hit the door, almost literally.
He knocked as if he was being chased again, taking paranoid glances back. His eyes searched the darkness as if they could see anything that jumped at him, but he knew he wouldn't be able to see it and it made him all the more frightened. Then he turned back as he heard locks and clicks from the other side of the door. His tail wagged as he felt hope of getting away from the fearful night.
The door opened and an older fox stood inside. "Well, hello..." His voice was older as well; he could have been late thirties or early forties. The fox had an air of age and wisdom about him. His words were reluctant and Jacob knew he probably didn't get very many visitors.
Jacob didn't notice he was breathing hard from his sprint through the forest or the desperate look on his face. The male fox finally noticed it. "C..come in..." He said with a worried look on his face. He stood aside for Jacob.
The canine dove and clasped his arms around the fox, on the verge of sobbing. "Thank you," his muffled voice came before he started crying. His shoulders shook as he held on for dear life. The fox was surprised at first, but then eased himself to return the embrace.
"It is no problem, now come... The night is chilling and you are too burdened to be out in the cold." He moved Jacob in. He let himself move with the fox and the door closed behind them before he was led and eased to sit down in an old, wood chair. Jacob looked up with his tear filled eyes, sniffling. His eyes were met only by the comforting, sure warmth of the elder fox's cheerful smile. "I will put some tea on..."
The clank of the pot leaving the stove was audible and broke Jacob out of his long, thoughtful gaze. His shirt was off and now he sat in the old chair in his boxers and a blanket. He apparently had slid into a lot of mud. The older fur was nice enough to take him in, put his clothes in a wash tub, and fix him tea.
Two cups sat on the table as Derrin, he revealed as his name, poured tea out of the stout. "This will refresh your spirits," he said with that same cheerful smile. Jacob didn't say anything, just kept starring at the table, trapped in his own thoughts. The canine had revealed enough of the situation to help Derrin understand. "Come on, drink up. You really will feel better after you have a little."
Jacob forced a smile to Derrin and nodded. He blew on the cup and sipped his tea. The taste was sweet, but had a soothing tang that went well going down his throat. His smile felt less forced. "Thank you," Jacob said. "I really do appreciate the hospitality. I don't know what I was going to do out there after..." Jacob trailed off before he could speak where his thoughts reached first and it was painful to think about it, so he shook it off.
Derrin was quick with his cheerful demeanor and poured some more tea, as if his attitude alone could help Jacob. The canine felt grateful for the fox. "It was really no problem. We can easily accommodate you."
"We?" As soon as Jacob mentioned it, he heard someone yawning and moving down the stairs behind him. A white furred hound, much younger looking than Jacob, was passing around the corner into the kitchen where they sat. His fur was a little dark for white and as his eyes opened, he could tell a gold tint to the brown centers. He also observed that the younger canine wore no clothes. When the fur finished yawning, his eyes went large and knew he was standing nude in front of a stranger.
The little canine yelped and jumped behind the wall he had just passed, leaning out to speak. "You didn't say we had company," he didn't look angry and his voice didn't have the young illusion like his body gave off. Jacob began wondering who this was, why a younger kid like this would live with an older fur like Derrin. His wild imagination suddenly theorized he could be sitting at the table with a child molester, but the young fur seemed comfortable and used to his surroundings.
Derrin explained, not nervous or alarmed that Jacob saw his younger companion. "This is Amen," the older fur introduced. "He's a close friend of mine. We live together out here. I know I certainly wouldn't be able to survive out here if he hadn't bumped into me. He helps me a lot with living out here, isn't that right, Amen?" Jacob was looking at Derrin and then looked back for Amen.
The small canine came out in a light green robe. He nodded. "Mm-hm... Derrin, is pretty useless when it comes to outdoorsy things, but he is a wonderful chef and knows how to sue up some very warm things." Amen turned and wiggled his tail a little to show off the robe he wore. Jacob nodded and said it was very nice. Amen joined them and began chatting with the larger furs.
All three of them sat around the table. Derrin began conversing with stories about previous adventures he had before settling down and then other interesting events that happened once he started living here. He began telling about the forest and how it almost had a life of its own sometimes. Amen also agreed and gave some descriptive tales of some events that gave more proof to their theories.
But Amen's short stories were not nearly as captivating when Derrin told about his experiences. Jacob could concentrate on nothing else when the elder fur spoke. Amen's voice was easily ignorable, but not Derrin's. His voice was strangely like a light in the dark distance he wanted to follow.
Derrin was speaking for a while and Jacob wasn't really sure what was being said, all he could tell was that he was listening. He couldn't explain such a strange feeling it was. He couldn't comprehend what was going on and yet he did at the same time, like information was being received without him knowing it. He was listening and hearing things he couldn't hear at the same time. That didn't sound right... but Derrin was talking and he couldn't think of any of things he said, just only listen. Maybe he shouldn't be trying to think? Yes, he was trying so hard to think he couldn't listen to what Derrin was saying and then he didn't know what was being said.
Jacob stopped thinking and propped his head on his paw and leisured against the table as he sat there and listened. His eyes softly hooded with a smile playing on his lips. The night really just became more pleasant with this encounter. Jacob was so glad to meet this unique and colorful character and his companion.
Jacob didn't notice Amen looking up at him and smiling. "Derrin," the young-looking fur said. "Can we still have story time tonight, Jacob can join us." Derrin smiled at Amen. The elder fur looked so warm and loving, Jacob found himself fantasizing himself in the gentle arms and being smiled down on with those eyes looking at him as he lay in his lap. Jacob closed his eyes and murred with a content smile as the fantasy started playing out more and more.
"Well..." Derrin started. "I don't see any problem with that." The set of warm eyes and that framing smile turned to Jacob. "Jacob?" The teen fur opened eyes suddenly aware both of them looking at him expectantly. His face was lost.
"...What?"
Derrin smiled and enjoyed the humor of Jacob's lost expression. "Would you like to join us for story time tonight?" Jacob felt himself wanting to murr more as Derrin looked at him.
"Uh.. umm... sure, I mean...what exactly is it?" Jacob wanted to punish himself, it was a stupid question, but it seemed he was off tonight.
"I tell a story for Amen, he loves my stories. I developed a talent for it over my years. Amen can't get through a night without hearing them." Amen was wagging his tail and nodding, obviously excited that story time will be happening. "Come..." Derrin stood up and walked into the next room.
Jacob followed, the smaller fur taking his paw and leading him into a room with a couch and fire place. The couch was red cushion and looked old fashioned somewhat. The room was large enough that the fire didn't over heat it, but kept it very illuminated and at a very relaxing temperature. The room was filled with the soft pop and low song of the flames.
The fox sat at the center of the couch as Amen led Jacob to sit down on the floor in front of Derrin. The elder fox leaned towards them as they sat Indian style on the carpeted floor, while the fire kept them warm. It looked like he was thinking. "I think we should start a new one for Jacob, Amen," Derrin said with a smile to Jacob. Jacob blushed softly.
"Okay, that's fine." Amen still seemed happy enough to have this story time.
Derrin started the story. Jacob didn't know what to expect when the fox began speaking softly. His voice was perfect, as if a tool designed for this specific reason. The canine was enthralled in minutes by the set up of the intro. He didn't know how, but he could feel Amen just as intent on listening.
Jacob felt like he would slump over and fall to sleep. His body soon did and Amen's felt like it also did the same when they both ended up leaning against each other in front of the fire; their heads were propped against each other's. Still, they were able to hear what the great story teller had to say.
Their murring blended together. Jacob felt an unbelievable comfortable heat fill him. He never wanted to sit up, didn't want to move... never wanted to stop listening to Derrin. He wished he could be in Derrin's story, so much that he almost pawed at the older fur's knee in a pleading gesture.
Then he suddenly was; Amen's paw was also visible next to his if Jacob chose to truly pay attention to it. Derrin stopped speaking and smiled, but Jacob didn't know that. The story continued buzzing in his dopey head. The teen wasn't truly aware that he was pawing at Derrin with his tongue lolling out the side of his dumbstruck grin.
"Do you want to be apart of the story, boys?" he asked. If Jacob had his senses together, he could have known that was almost a rhetorical question. Derrin seemed perfectly fine with two goofy pups begging for something that they haven't even said out loud yet and he knew exactly what they wanted.
Both Jacob and Amen nodded their heads against each other's. Their grins were wide and their tongues hung out. Even both of their tails wagged behind them excitedly. "Okay, good," Derrin said. "Jacob was a fine canine, who loved sitting right there and listening to the fox's stories." Jacob was ecstatic with glee as he knew that was him. He did, he really loved sitting here and listening to Derrin.
"The one thing Jacob loved to do was lay his head on the fox's lap." Jacob grinned more and knew he loved to lay his lap on Derrin's lap. He leaned forward and rested his head there, where he loved laying while Amen slipped on to the floor weightless and just smiled. "There was nothing that made Jacob happier than to lay in the naked lap of the fox." As soon as the new love entered Jacob, he felt a shuffle of clothing brush his cheek. Then he was laying in the crotch of the fox. His nose smelled the musk of male excitement and he nuzzled against it with his furry cheeks. Derrin gave a soft sound as he felt fur against his soft, sensitive flesh.
"And every night, Jacob loved to take that warmth into his mouth, loved to taste the warm feeling and suck it down. Jacob loved it more than anything. Amen would just undress Jacob while he was busy doing the things he loved to do." Jacob was opening his maw and take Derrin's sex into his mouth and suckling on it. He did, he really loved the taste. It tasted like Him and nothing made him happier.
Amen was finally rising from the floor. The small canine reached and pulled the towel away from his shoulders and tossed it to the side. With a little help from Jacob, his boxers were slipped off and joined the blanket to the side. Now Jacob kneeled naked servicing Derrin with Amen waiting for something unknown patiently.
Derrin was moaning and getting into the pleasure he received. "Mmm... Amen always took it upon himself to get naked and crawl up on the couch and take Jacob's fun. Jacob could never do anything about it; he could only lap at the fox's two warm orbs to get that same taste." The two were acting only a second after Derrin's predictions. Amen was on the couch on all four's, nuzzling Jacob's muzzle out of the way and taking the teen's place. Jacob's ears folded down sadly and moved to start licking and sucking at Derrin's testicles.
The fox let out a loud moan. His paws were petting both of the boys attending to his private areas. Derrin panted a little as he felt his shaft reaching close to climax. "Jacob finally was too horny to take it any longer. He moved up behind Amen and took his revenge and pleasure in one throw of his stone." Jacob was on his knees on top of the couch, placing his shaft's tip against Amen's rear hole. He pushed in and his loud moan joined the chorus of Derrin's moans. He let his pleasure show as he began thrusting in, burying himself deep; and Amen still went on his business with Derrin's tall and heated erection.
The story teller was bordering the edge of complete surrender to the overwhelming heat that drove his pulsing shaft to stand hard in Amen's mouth. Then he lost it when the little canine went further, and Derrin's shaft was pushing into the small and blissfully tight throat. He bit down and his eyes closed tight when he bucked up into Amen's swallowing and let loose his climax, spurting deep and following down into the little fur's stomach.
A few moments were able to pass and Derrin could relax his claws in Amen's head fur. "Ahh... Amen would let Jacob finish up while he cleaned the mess the story teller made all over his chin and his own lap." Jacob's eyes were almost rolled up into his head and his grinning left his tongue hanging out panting. "Jacob and the story teller always kissed the best..." Derrin was leaning towards Jacob while Amen hunched over to lap at the still slightly hard shaft. The two larger males kissed, their eyes closed to share the moment since they kissed so well together.
Jacob still humped, but not so frantic and greedy anymore. Now he pushed with a relaxed flow as he kissed Derrin. Their tongues swirled and their lips broke and then kissed again. The two were delicate, not over-hungry kissing, but gentle and somewhat teasing. Derrin ran a long lick up the middle of Jacob's lips and opened his eyes.
"Jacob couldn't think of any place more blissful to be as he felt himself hitting the peak of his orgasm." Jacob's eyes flashed open with shocking surprise and then just as quickly transformed to an amazing wave of bliss. The teen fur cried as his hips smashed into Amen's rear as hard as he could muster, the whole couch shaking. His shaft shot hot, electrical jolts of his seed into Amen. A moment passed with a subsiding of aftermath humping and Jacob collapsed on top of Amen, who layed in his own cum from climaxing with Jacob.
Derrin pet Jacob's head and smiled as he thought about the prospects of the newest addition to his home. He leaned down and kissed his muzzle. "Jacob could never think about leaving..." The teen slept soothingly, murring in blissful content.