Sitting Out of Gym Class
This is intended to be a one-off, although if it's popular enough, I'll continue it... somehow. Comment if you like it, favorite if you like it, rate it if you like it. I fully intend to change the title to something not terrible when I think of something not terrible. [EDIT: Went from "Gym Class to Show and Tell" to "Sitting Out of Gym Class." Still equally terrible. God.]
Originally, this was going to be a story involving a traumatized fur at two points in his life comforting himself by becoming very... intimate... with a plushie bear. This spiraled off course, so that'll have to wait for later. Mark is the same bear from the Online, Offtopic series, although there's no special significance. Frankly, he's the closest I get to a consistent fursona. Dollar says you see more of him. Two dollars says you don't. Takers?
This was changed in its setting midway through, so the opening is lackluster. Stick with it; it gets good eight or nine paragraphs in. If you're really that impatient, might I suggest imagining two cubs, a fox and a bear, rubbing each other in a locker room.
Yeah, there you go.
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"Hey, check this out!"
Gary looked up from his locker and over at his friend, Mark. The bear beckoned him over to the bench he was sitting on. "Sit down, lemme show you something."
Gary sighed a bit and went over to him. His friend was always bragging about something or another. Oh, I've got the best toy, oh, look at this new video game, oh, here's a picture of the teacher picking her nose. He liked Mark, but he was kinda desperate for attention.
"What is it?"
"It's this." Apropos of nothing, Mark pulled down his gym shorts and exposed himself to Gary.
Gary laughed. "What the hell?" Center of attention. The school psychologist would have a field day. The sociologist would have fun, too. Not the behavioral therapist, though; he had no sense of humor.
"Just watch me, okay? It's cool." With that, Mark grabbed his soft eleven-year-old boycock and rubbed his paw up and down. Gary shook his head and wondered what the hell Mark was doing, but caught on quick; Mark's cubbycock began to grow bigger as he rubbed it.
Gary looked around. They were all alone in the locker room; the rest of the class was playing the start of a softball game. Mark had twisted his ankle a bit and gone back inside; Gary didn't feel like playing, so he faked an asthma attack and asked to go get his inhaler. They had at least an hour before anyone would go to the locker room, and nobody else was around for this private little show of his.
He watched the cub's paw rubbing up and down his shaft as it got longer and longer. When Mark got it as far as he could, he took his hand away and panted slightly. "It feels good," he said. "And if you rub it enough, this stuff comes out."
"Stuff?," the kit asked. "Yeah, white stuff," Mark said with a nod. "Not like pee, though. It's sticky, and it's kinda clear, and it comes out in little itty-bitty bits instead of one big bit. And it's kinda tasty."
The kit recoiled. "Ewww!" Did he really taste it? That's where pee comes from! That's a bad place! You flush that down the toilet or else you get all sicky.
"Nah, it is! It's so cool!" The cub smiled at his friend and poked at his cock, softening a little. "But if you don't keep poking it, it goes back to normal, and you don't get the white stuff."
The kit never took his eyes off of Mark's cubhood. Watching Mark play with himself and seeing how big he was, Gary felt these weird feelings in his tummy, mixing around really fast. He felt his own pee-pee tingle a little, rubbing against his fur. He finally looked down to his own naughty area, where his cotton shorts, standard issue, were stretched out a little in a point.
"Hey, you're getting hard too! Isn't it neat?"
The kit was nervous. It felt kinda funny; not ha-ha funny, but a weird comfy kinda funny. "Is it always like this?" "Kinda hot and tingly?" the cub asked. "Yeah, but it feels really really good when you start to rub it."
He and Mark went back a long way; they played at each others' houses in primary school, they sat together at lunch every day, and they played soccer almost every day after school over at Mark's house. Gary trusted Mark, but he was still uneasy. "I don't wanna hurt it."
"It won't hurt it! You just rub it up and down until it gets really big."
He wasn't sure; he remembered when he tripped at soccer practice and landed pee-pee first onto the edge of a tree trunk. He cried a lot, and his private area hurt for a couple days after. "I dunno, Mark."
The bear thought about it for a second before his face lit up with an idea. "What if I rub it for you?"
"What!?" That was his private area, where nobody else could touch him. "You can't touch me there!"
"Trust me," Mark said. "I'm really good, and I'll be really careful. I never hurt my pee-pee, and I won't hurt yours!" Mark stressed his point with a confident, emphatic, "I promise!"
Gary thought about it for a second. He did know Mark really well, and he seemed to do okay with his own. Plus he promised, and you can't break a promise, or else it wouldn't be a promise.
"Well... okay, if you really want to."
Mark smiled and hopped off of his bench, kneeling in front of the stretchy gym shorts standing between the world and Gary. "You'll really like this," he said, as he pulled down the kit's cover. He tugged the waistband down below Gary's balls, exposing his foxhood to the air. It wasn't as up and down big as Mark's, maybe only a few inches, but it was a little bit left and right bigger, especially around his sheath.
The cub wasted no time, rubbing the very tip of Gary's cock with his finger. Gary gasped in surprise at the fur rubbing on his exposed pee-pee. It felt weird and soft and good and... kinda right.
Mark looked up at the fox; seeing a surprised look, he grinned like an idiot. "I told you I knew what I was doing," he said, slightly sing-songy. The cub brought his attention back down to the foxycock, sliding his finger up and down slowly, tracing an s-curve all around it. He had always wanted to try jerking off another guy, and it was really easy to get Gary to let him.
Mark hadn't done any of this on himself; it's kinda hard to when you're not at eye level with it. So he relied on things he saw on the cable channels Daddy didn't know weren't blocked. He saw the ladies rubbing the guys' thingies all the time, and in between rubbing his own thingie, Mark picked up on stuff the guys really liked.
He figured that he'd try it out to see what it's like, but he had no clue that he'd like it so much himself. As his other fingers joined his first in running their slow race around Gary, Mark felt his own cock growing again. He was really "hard on," he thought. Despite his advanced sexual maturity, he still had the vocabulary skills of your average eleven-year-old cub.
He looked up and saw Gary with his eyes closed, sighing and looking up a little. He scooted closer to Gary and began rubbing his entire hand up and down his growing cock. He noticed that there was a big bump at the bottom of the fox's cock. Mark tried to remember what that was called; he knew that he had seen it in something, and someone had said something about a rope knot or something. Maybe it's a rope?
The soft sighs from Gary were turning into soft moans as his cock reached its full length. Mark slid the hot boycock in-between his fingers, rubbing down both sides, stretching them apart so he could fit around Gary's... rope thing.
By now, Mark was fully hard, feeling the cool gym air on his exposed cubbycock. He thought about using his other hand, but then got a better idea. "Gary?" Mark said, mustering up the most seductive voice a cub can manage. "You like it?"
Gary opened his eyes and looked back down at the bear kneeling in front of him. "Yeah... yeah." The fox looked down at where the two met. "Does it always get that big?"
"Yeah, yours will. But if you want to get it that big again, you have to know what you're doing."
Gary nodded slightly. The feeling of the bearpaw rubbing up and down his most sensitive spot, the soft smoothness meeting the warm hardness, and the soothing sound of Mark's voice all combined to make the fox highly agreeable. Gary would've done anything at that point so long as Mark kept going.
"You should try what I'm doing on me, and then I'll tell you if you're doing it right," the bear suggested.
"I... I don't want to hurt you."
Mark replied with a quick slide of his fingerpad down the fox's cock, causing Gary to breathe a low, soft moan and abandon any hesitation he had. Mark kept his hand on the prize as he got off of his knees and clamored up onto the bench next to his friend. The fox turned to allow the bear easy access. Mark put his legs up on the bench on either side of the fox's hips, allowing him close proximity and easy access to the fox, and vise versa.
"You just take your hand and put it on my pee-pee," Mark said, "and then I'll show you what to do."
Without a pause, Gary swung his right arm up and grabbed Mark's cock, holding it like a driver holds a gearshift. The pressure on his cock felt nice, but it wasn't exactly what Mark was looking for.
"No, no, hold it like this." Mark formed a circle with his hand, sliding the foxcock through the opening. After a quick moment, he felt Gary's hand slide down his own cock, its pinky settling just above the bottom of his cock.
Mark groaned at the sensation; it was completely different from his own hand! The fluffy fox fur covered the fist, each tiny tuft tickling as it moved to and fro. The fox was holding his grip a little softer than the bear did. Rubbing yourself was one thing, Mark thought, but he had underestimated how great it felt when someone else did it.
Mark felt a pang of guilt. If this felt so much better for him, then his hand on the fox must have felt equally as superior. He was building his friend up for a letdown. Showing idealism and altruism only a cub can hold, he vowed to make this more special than just a handjob. But first he would have to be a little mean.
He took his hand off of the fox for the first time, leaving his rock-hard cock exposed to the raw air. Gary whimpered at the sudden absence. "Hey..."
"First you gotta show me that you know what you're doing, and then I'll show you something really special."
Gary wanted those feelings back no matter what. He began imitating what the bear had done, rubbing his fist up and down; slowly at first, but gaining speed.
Mark growled softly. Gary was a quick learner, and was just as good as Mark was. He felt the fox rub up and down his shaft tantalizingly, and he felt a small drop of pre find its way out of his cock. It dripped down the side and landed on Gary's fur. The fox was surprised at the sudden wet on his finger, and he rubbed some of it onto his other hand for inspection.
"That's called pre," Mark explained in between the especially satisfying tugs. "It--ah!--it comes out before you cum--ohh... Try..." He panted. "Try tasting it."
His earlier gut reaction vanished as Gary licked his hand where he had rubbed the pre. It was a little bitter and a little sweet, a warm, welcoming taste that spread its way over his tongue. "You're right, Mark, it is tasty..."
Mark felt himself growing close to the edge, dripping another bit of pre onto the fox's hand. "Well, if you want to taste the really good stuff--ah!-- you need to get me to cum, and for that you need to go faster than that."
The fox said nothing, only acknowledging his friend with faster pulls, varying the rhythm slightly to keep Mark off-guard. The bear had no idea where the kit picked up that trick, but it did wonders. He felt himself teetering on the cliff, ready to explode.
Like the bear did when he first touched the fox, the fox rubbed a finger over the bear's tip, stimulating the sensitive point. The move was enough to push Mark into a massive orgasm. Growling in uncontrolled passion, he spooged out spurt after spurt of sticky white stuff. Each splooge seemed to have a mind of its own; one landed across the bear's gym shirt, a couple landed in neat lines on his gym shorts, while the rest generally landed on his own cock and on the fox's paw. Enthralled, Gary rubbed Mark harder, spreading the cum on his hand all over the cubcock, trying to coax out more. The tufts of fur dashing by his cock combined with his cum soaking his meat in a smooth, sticky coating gave enough energy to push one last bit of cum out, which landed across Gary's muzzle with a sticky-wet splat.
Mark panted hard, his cock twitching, his body tired. That was the strongest he had ever cum before in his life, and he thought that it was because Gary was behind the driver's seat. He sat in a daze, enjoying the afterglow that always came shortly after he did.
Gary released his grip on the cum-coated cock, swiping his finger up and off the side. As Mark zoned out, Gary licked his lips, trying to taste the splooge across his muzzle. His tongue found Mark's boyseed and lapped up as much as it could.
It was delicious! Still hot from Mark's cubbycock, it covered his mouth in a warm mixture of sweet and bitter, like a thick, hearty soup. He began drooling slightly as he savored the taste, and then began eagerly licking his paw, lapping up as much of Mark's spooge as he could. Each swipe served a sample of Mark, strong and tasty. He moved to Mark's gym shirt, then bent down and went after his spoogy shorts.
Mark began coming back to reality when he saw his friend licking his shorts eagerly, trying to lap up the stuck-in bits of cum on the surface. Mark smiled; Mark liked the taste so much, he's become a bit of a cumslut. At least, he thought that was the word.
Driven by his quest for cum, Gary turned his attention to the cum covering Mark's cock, which was slowly retreating back into its sheath. He began lapping at the cub's cum-soaked shaft, seeking his sticky reward.
Mark moaned. He hadn't tried this before, but he had seen it on the show. The lady always bent down in front of the guy and opened her mouth... but here Gary was, doing it for real. If only he hadn't just cum, Mark would be instantly hard.
"Y-you like that, Gary?" All he received was an "mmm-hmm," before the fox continued licking.
"Well, before you get carried... carried away...lemme give you that special--ah-- special treat I promised."
Gary looked up from Mark's cock. He had forgotten about that. Mark looked down at Gary's cock. It was rock hard already, and seemed like it was waiting to blow. If he kept him occupied for a little bit, he could regain his stamina and be ready for Gary's skillful tongue.
Mark pushed Gary's shoulders up and back, laying him flat on the gym bench. "What're you doing?"
Mark leaned down and slid forward, putting his face right over the kit's cock. "This," he said, with a mischievous grin. He turned to the foxmeat and lapped softly at the tip. Gary gasped in surprise; the rough texture of Mark's bear tongue against his cock was an entirely new feeling, and much stronger than any he felt before.
Mark's tongue worked its way down Gary's shaft as the bear took the fox into his mouth. Mark wasn't really sure what to do with his tongue-- you couldn't see what the ladies did with theirs-- but he decided to rub it around like Gary did. He knew he was on the right track when he felt a spurt of pre hit the roof of his mouth.
Gary was overwhelmed. First his friend rubs his cock, then he rubs his friend's, then he licks it and laps up come, and now his cock was being taken into Mark's hot, wet mouth. Mark's tongue worked its way around all sides of the shaft, darting around like a hummingbird, never staying in one place for too long. He felt this weird pressure build up inside of him, and everything felt more and more intense. "Mark... Mark, is this cumming?"
Mark knew he was close. "No, Gary," he said, slightly muffled by the foxcock. "This is!"
Mark bobbed his head up and down over Gary's shaft, sliding his kithood in and out of his mouth, his tongue hitting every inch of exposed foxycock. Gary growled loudly as all of his feelings hit a climax, and he felt something forcing its way out of his cock.
Mark's mouth filled with hot fox cum. He eagerly gobbled down as much as he could, but the fox was too much for him, and some cum dribbled out of his muzzle. For what seemed like ages, Gary and Mark were connected, Gary offering his cum, Mark taking as much as he could handle. The hot spooge slid down the bear's throat as he took much more than he expected.
Finally, the fox's spurts subsided, and the bear's laps became slow. The bear lifted his head off of the fox's cock only to be met by another spurt of cum, landing across his cheek. Gary lay on the bench, exhausted from the feelings of lust, sex, panic, fear, and arousal that, in roughly equal proportions, assaulted him during his first orgasm.
Mark licked along the sides of the foxycock, getting the thin layer of cum that had spread. It was different than his own, Mark noticed; much sweeter, a little thinner. He liked it more, he decided. He felt the warm spooge on his cheek and decided to offer Gary a taste. He slid up the fox's body and met eye to eye with the utterly spent kit. Mark offered Gary his cheek, and Gary leaned up slightly to lap at his cum. "It's... it's yummy," the fox managed before relapsing into a chain of deep sighs.
Mark leaned down and kissed the young fox, his sticky lips pressing against the vulpine's muzzle. Both too tired and unwilling to resist, Gary returned the kiss, his tongue slowly working its way around Mark's. He tasted a strong, pleasant taste beyond his cum, which he guessed was his cock's natural flavor. The pang to taste Mark's cock again rang deep inside him, but the fox was content-- at least for now-- to lock lips with his best friend.
The two lay there, embracing and making out on the bench, until they realized the time. Soon, class would be over, and the room would be flooded with young naked furs showering off after a hard game of softball. Despite being tempted by the thought of their friends, steamy, wet, and naked, the two decided it would be best to head home. After all, school would be over in a few minutes, and they wouldn't be missed.
Mark broke the kiss briefly. "You know..."
Gary looked deep into his eyes.
"My parents won't be home until around eight. Do you want to come over to my house and..."
Mark placed a finger on Gary's sticky lips.
"...play?"