The Love of a Father (Part 2)
Trace sat on his couch comfortably with a cigeratte, while he watched tv. Adrian snuck up on him and pounced. "Nyah!!!" He yelled as he flung himself towards Trace. "HOLY SHIT!!" Trace yiped as he was watched the fox fly at him. Adrian crashed into Traces muzzle kissing him quickly. "What the fuck was that?!" Trace exclaimed. "That was a kiss silly." Adrian replied giggling. "You're drunk again aren't you?" Trace asked a little annoyed. "Mmmmhhhhmmmmmm" Adrian said nodding and smiling widely as if proud of his actions. "Well in that case," Trace said getting up off the couch and ashing his cigeratte, "I'm going out." "Awwwwww where you goin Mr. Big dick?" Adrian said trying to rub Trace's crotch as he pushed him away. "Somewhere that'll occupy me until you're sobber." Trace said putting Adrian on the couch. "Nuuuuuuuuuuu!!!" Adrian shouted from the couch struggling to get up from the couch. "See ya Adrian." Trace chuckled seeing his friend stumble around on the couch not even close to getting up. He left getting in his car. He ran the A/C for a little to cool down his car before he touched anything. "Ugh I hate summer in this town." Trace groaned to himself as the cool air blew on his fur as he started his car and drove off. He knew exactly where he was going. The gun range, he loved shooting, Trace wasn't a professional but he kept the gun for his and Adrian's protection. Plus he liked the loud bang and how he felt shooting a gun. "Can't believe Adrian got drunk at 2 pm." He drove silently for a while. "Did I remember to lock his door? If I didn't who knows what he'll get himself into." Trace said to himself worried remember what happened last time. "Dear God... lets just say I locked it." He said chuckling realizing Adrian can't even handle a doorknob sometimes when he's sober. "Crazy fox" he said smiling at his thoughts as he drove up to the gun range. Getting out of his car he looked around at the barren mountain base that the gun range was located so that there was no one near by to complain about the loud explosions of gunfire. "Aye! Tracey! Good to see you again pup!" Trace's Uncle Tom said cheerfully seeing his nephew walk in. "How's your mother doing?" He asked walking up to and hugging his nephew tightly. "Ah she's doing fine Uncle Tom. Talked to her yesterday on skype." Trace chuckled hugging his Uncle. "What about Adrian how's he doing you guys married yet?" "No Uncle we just live together that's all." "Huh really? Thought you guys were a couple last time I saw you at the christmas party when you brought him" "No his family rejects him so I brought him to ours." "Ah I see. So shall I set you up?" "Yeah thanks Tommy." "UNCLE Tommy to you." Tom said reassuring Trace that he should use the respectful title. "Ugh alright then." Trace groaned walking into the shooting area and taking a spot.
Trace pointed his gun at the target and fired rapidly. He shot for the feel of it not to be accurate. He loved the recoil and seeing smoke come out the barrel. The gun made a clicking sound Trace realized that the clip was empty and pushed a button letting the magazine hit the table as he felt his ear muffs get pulled off his head. "If your not gonna aim kid then might as well give you blanks." A tall much older German Shepherd in his early fourties chuckled looking at Trace. "Oh um I just like the feel of it." Trace said looking at his target which had no holes in it. "Well just liking the feel of it isn't going to save you while people are in your home stealing everything." "Yeah, you're right." Trace said looking a little embarassed at the german shepherd he looked young and handsome for his age and Trace soon caught himself staring. "Lemme help you." The shepherd said turning Trace around and putting his paws on Trace's around the gun from behind. Trace blushed speechless as he felt a big bulge on his rear trying to resist backing into it. "Now look straight, line up the sights, aim at the target, and give me your number." He said whispering into Trace's ear. His breath tickled and Trace found himself blushing deeply putting the gun down, turning around and kissing the shepherd deeply closing his eyes. The shepherd didn't resist taking it a step further grabbing Trace's ass murring in the kiss rubbing Trace's cheeks smirking as he pushed him against the wall. The gunshots from the other shooters muffled the sound of their activities. Trace moaned as the shepherd went down to his neck sucking on it as he smirked hearing Trace's muffled moans. "Don't be rude pup I need that number" he said pulling away from Trace's neck smiling. "O-ok" Trace said blushing brightly in disbelief of what just happened as he wrote his number down. "Um call anytime I guess" Trace said looking up at the shepherd. "Alright I'll keep that in mind pup." He said smirking as he walked away. Trace stood there shocked with a bright red blush on his face. "Well that happened." He said to himself as he scrambled to get his stuff packed to go home to wait for a call