FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

*thwack*

"Wha...?"

"Catch it!"

"Mine mine MINE...!!!"

The beautiful black colt in front of my eyes set off at a fast gallop, eyes heavenwards, locked on the incoming red ball sent into orbit by an agricultural swing from the bull batting. He had managed to keep his impatience in check for three deliveries, but the slow loopy off spinners served up by the bowler, a slight fox, finally undid the bull and he aimed an agricultural heave towards midwicket. Instead the ball went straight up and slightly out to cover.

"Mine!"

A cry from the colt halted the charge from one of his fellow fielders, a brown wolf who had been heading towards the expected drop of the ball and a collision with his teammate.

The colt took a few hesitant steps to each side, then a small circle, before setting himself under the ball and.....

"Yessssssssssssssssssssssss!!!!!"

"Great catch Johnno!"

"Wooooooo!"

My beautiful colt did a little victory dance, then took a bow in the direction of the small group of supporters gathered on the grassy bank beside the field before joining his teammates in a huddle and paw fiving the fox.

"He's cocky but he's cute."

I looked to my side and the female fox who had been giving me a running commentary during the innings.

"Er....yeah."

"Lucky dog you..."

I dropped my voice to a whisper then.

"How did you know?"

She gave me a conspiratorial smile.

"I know these things...let's just say I have some experience. Besides, from what I hear you wouldn't be caught dead watching sport, yet, here you are. Smells like love to me."

I blushed under my fur and mumbled something incoherent. The fox must have caught my worries though.

"Hon, you have nothing to worry about from me, trust me. I'm the last one to let your secret out."

"Thanks. Er...is that your brother?"

I pointed to the slightly built fox who was currently getting a round of cheers from his teammates. He seemed to get most of the wickets, and he looked like he was trying really hard not to show how pleased he was and was failing dismally, a big grin covering his muzzle while his ears and whiskers twitched.

"Yep, my own bro, not bad for a little fox eh? When he gets some confidence in himself it's amazing what he can do."

The team reached the side of the field as one, the bull's being the last wicket to fall, and now it was time for lunch and a change of innings. I would be able to grab a few moments with my boyfriend....boyfriend, it still sounded odd even in my head, even as I wanted to scream it to the mountaintops. I was staying in the closet though for him...sports studs at school aren't gay.

The team looked me over quizzically, only the fox giving a big smile and a shy wave, before my big lump of stallion trotted up and gave a big bro high five.

"Hey!"

"Hey, awesome catch Nick. I thought you and that wolf might end up crashing into each other at one point, but it worked out in the end."

"Yeah, got to scream it out, in the outfield when you want it go for it, don't hesitate, and let everyone else know it too. Avoids misunderstanding."

"Sounds like a recipe for life in general."

"Heh...well, mostly..."

That made me frown a little.

"So, you took, what, two wickets and a catch at the end?"

"Not bad for a batsman. I'm looking forward to the next innings...and even more to afterwards."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, my parents have had to go away for the weekend suddenly."

That made me mad now, he should have told me before dragging me all the way out here.

"You could have fucking told me...now I'll have to get my rents to come pick me up from here."

"Why?"

"Well, I was supposed to be staying the night but with your parents out I assumed..."

"Nope, already checked. As long as we promise not to trash the joint, you can stay as normal."

"Awesome!"

My brain went immediately to several things I wanted to do to make most use of this bounty, but it appeared my colt had got there first.

"Yeah...and...well, you know what we were talking about doing, and...well, I think tonight might be a good night...if you are ok with that?"

Was I okay with that? Finally losing my cherry to my hot stud boyfriend? I'd need to be clinically dead not to get hard at the mere idea. But best to play it coy...

"Hmmm, I dunno. I mean, I might have to consult my schedule, the horoscopes, see if it is a propitious time for it...maybe get my claws done..."

"You fucker!"

My grin matched his as I nodded my head vigorously. "I hope you're the fucker..."

"Well, I came prepared just in case. Check my kit bag some time...see if you approve."

Now I was intrigued, but the coach herded his team off to the changerooms for a talk and a bite to eat, and I was left to sit on the bank next to the fox girl, praying she hadn't heard.

Of course, she had.

"Someone's in for a night of fun."

"Shut up!"

"My my, getting hormonal are we?"

"Oh good grief..."

"Now, don't be nervous, and tell him to go slow. Guys never know how to go slow...tell him however slow he thinks is slow enough, go twice as slow."

"Thanks, I'll mention that to him."

"No problem, any time you need advice, I'm your fox."

"I don't plan on getting anal sex advice from random fox girls in future."

"You are nervous! You aren't usually that rude, I'm told you are the most charming guy in the school."

That floored me.

"The hell?"

Now she just grinned a mischievous grin and went back to munching on a sandwich while I looked over the green field and reached for my own snack. Turkey and lettuce on rye, hold the mayo. I'm quirky.

As I waited, I tried to distract myself from the evening's entertainment, but it was difficult to do. All I could picture was that beautiful stud naked and hard for me, the way I saw him only a few days ago when we snatched some quality time at his place. His parents were home though, so all I could persuade him to do was let me have a quick paw, our bodies on fire and aching for the complete package. I was nervous too, and a little afraid. I wanted to be good for him, and not be a woose, but part of me quailed at the thought of that massive horsehood disappearing into my dobie tailhole. I had done some fingering, just loosening up in preparation for this moment, and it felt good...and incredibly tight.

I heard a slight giggle from the fox girl, and turned to see her looking pointedly at my groin. I had popped full on wood, an aching doggy hardon complete with swelling knot just thinking about my stud colt, and there was no way that was going down quickly. Ignoring the laughing fox, I turned pointedly onto my front, as if sunbaking on the perfect late spring day, and tried to think unsexy thoughts.

Cricket. If ever there was an unsexy thought, it was cricket. To me, cricket was about as interesting as watching paint dry, yet here I was being a dutiful boyfriend, watching my stud run around the field in those stupid whites, like one of the brainless bimbos who managed to be what passed for popular amongst the girls in our school. One even boasted about how she gave her boyfriend a blowjob for every wicket he took. Poor ram would be getting blue balls tonight; he sprayed his bowling around so badly I don't think half of them hit the pitch and he was taken off after three overs. Probably too excited thinking about getting his cock sucked.

The trouble was, cricket now for me was kind of sexy. Watching my beautiful stud on the field proved totally boner inducing, even when he was dressed up like an English dandy. As he sped over the grass after a ball, those taut butt cheeks flexing and bouncing in his pants, heavy sac swaying in spite of his jockstrap, mane and tail flying in the wind, all I could do was open my muzzle and drool. Damn you cricket, why you have to be sexy?

"Hey! What's wrong, getting some sun?"

The team had returned, and they were getting ready for their innings. The two guys who would be opening were already well into their preparations it seemed, pads on and dealing with their thighpads and looking for gloves and bats.

"Yeah, just...sunbaking. Are you batting down the order today or something?"

"No, number three as always. Got to let the openers take the shine off so the best batsman can tear the attack apart."

"So, shouldn't you be getting your gear on too?"

"Nah, plenty of time..."

I gave him a look of "oh really", but didn't say anything. I could see the number four reaching for his kitbag, finding his equipment, and the two openers were heading for the nets for a five minute throwdown before they went out. Still my cocky colt was sitting next to me, seemingly unruffled.

"So, why are you on your front Dave?"

"Sunbaking, you said."

"You don't sunbake."

"I do now..."

"Come on, tell the truth."

"I am!"

He lent in, putting his muzzle to my ear and whispering softly.

"You're horny, I can tell. Your ears sit a certain way when you're hard, I know it now. You popped bone didn't you."

"Fuck Nick! Why don't you tell the whole crowd, they probably heard you."

"Awwww did you start thinking about tonight?"

"You know I am."

"Awww that's so sexy hun...I am gonna make it sooooo good for you..."

"Shut up and get your head in the game Nick!"

"Hey, Johnson, your friend is right. Get it in gear. The innings is about to start, why aren't you padded up?"

The captain, a big and serious lion, was standing next to us, his expression unhappy, his tail swaying in annoyance. I could tell he sensed something was up, but not what. I saw the fox too, sitting on the grass next to his sister. He looked over as well, but he looked hurt instead. Bloody fox...what did she tell him?

"Ahh yeah sorry Marty. I'll get on it now."

"Pull your paw out Nick, for fuck sake, or I'll send you back to the seconds no matter if you are my best player."

My stud colt reached for his kit bag, mumbling while he threw out random bits of kit and started the long ritual of getting ready to bat. Meanwhile, the opposition school had taken the field, and they were in their positions while our opener took guard. The bowler caught my eye; something about him made me watch keenly.

"Hey...the bowler...who is he?"

My colt looked out now, shading his eyes from the sun as he took in the figure standing at his mark ready to bowl from the street end. We had a perfect side on view from here, and I would see his full runup and delivery.

"Dunno. Heard a bit about him, he's a springbok. Exchange student from South Africa. Meant to be good."

"Not nervous?"

"Nah...hes good , but I'm better."

"That's my Nick."

The crowd of parents and friends of the opposition team were over a bit further on the bank, a tight knit clump in different colours, red and green to our blue and white. When the umpire gave the signal to play, they began a chant and a slow handclap, while the springbok lowered his head and began to work his way into a fast but easy sprint to the crease. He was poetry in motion, flowing like a snake while the handclap built, until his body sort of pivoted and his upper body exploded into a swivelling motion that sent the ball hurtling towards the opener.

The ball whistled past the edge of our guy, the wolf groping uncertainly outside off stump somewhere for a ball he sensed but maybe didn't see. I know I didn't...from side on, it looked hellishly quick. Of course, I don't know anything about cricket, so it was all probably normal and...

"Fuck..."

The word fuck has many meanings, and many tones, which is just as well because most schoolboys use it for every third word. This was a 'fuck' I rarely heard from Nick; sort of part admiration part terror.

"He looks quick."

"Yeah..."

Oh oh...

My colt stared then, while the springbok sent down his second thunderbolt, before reaching with trembling hands for his kitbag. Suddenly, he was all activity, applying protective gear with diligence and an eye for detail, strapping his pads nice and tight, going for two thighpads this time, his eyes wide and ears slightly flattened. I gave him a reassuring stroke on his fetlock, hoping to calm my stud. He was the gun batter, he would be fine.

Then the fourth ball had a different end. The bowler charged in as normal, his fluid run carrying its own sense of menace, then unleashing his delivery with a loud grunt that made the hair stand up on the back of my neck. This time, the ball flew low and long, pitching just in front of the startled batsman's toes before uprooting the stumps with a wooden clatter that drew a cheer from the supporters and a cry of "yes!" from his teammates.

Then one wag from the opposition supporters group turned on their boombox and blared out the Emperors march from Star Wars.

"Break a leg Nick."

"Go get him Nick."

"Take it quiet Nick, play yourself in, get the timing then ease into it. No heroics you understand?"

The last was from the captain, who was now looking even more serious than before.

My stud just gave me a cheeky wink, and headed out onto the field, stopping to commiserate with the returning opener who had his head down and tail trailing behind like a rake. The colt did some warmups, jumping in place and swinging his bat, before taking guard deliberately while the bowler waited at the end of his mark with a wide grin.

Trying to calm my nerves, I noticed my boyfriend's kit bag beside me. Remembering his words, I decided to investigate, seeing what he had done to prepare for tonight. Finding and discarding a couple of training balls and an ipod, my paws closed around a brown paper bag. I brought it out, opening the top suspiciously. I reached in, preparing to draw the contents out, but froze instead when I realised what was inside. Instead, I opened the top of the bag wider, so I could see without showing everyone.

It contained a box of stallion maxi condoms, and a bottle of lube. Now my face was burning, along with other things too. Suddenly it was all real; I would have my stud inside me, deep, skin on skin, body in body. I whimpered a little.

I returned the brown bag to his kit, and I was about to zip it up again when my paw closed on something else. Curious, I drew it out, my fingerpads registering something plastic, and hard.

Pulling it into the light, I stopped a moment seeing the thing exposed in all its glory. It was made of white plastic, hard, with a toughened rim, and shaped sort of like a triangle, or half a pear. It had been a while since I had played cricket, but every guy in Australia knows what one of these was though....and I was holding Nick's.

"Here we go."

I wanted to cry out, instead I looked on speechless as the springbok hit his delivery stride, unfurling his body into a coiled spring and shooting the red ball towards my beautiful colt. It pitched on a good length, and appeared to move in slightly, either that or my colt was playing down the wrong line. Either way, it took a small portion of the inside of his bat and smacked into his groin, dead centre, with an audible sickening splat.

"Ohhhhhhh!!!"

"Ohhhhhh shiiit"

"Owwww!"

"Ohhhh....heheheheh"

The response was immediate from the crowd. Every guy winces inside when they see that. They also laugh a little. Its normal, its what everyone does.

Except me. Because I was holding my beloved's box, his groin protector, in my paws. In the rush and panic to get ready, distracted by me, he had forgotten it. And now...

"God, he looks in trouble!"

"Shit, that must have hurt, look at him rolling on the ground."

"Fuck, is he throwing up?"

"Yeah, lost his lunch and he's still on the ground."

Not a sound had come from my beloved yet, not a whimper. He was probably in too much pain even to do that. So it came as a surprise to his teammates I suppose, when a long loud anguished scream echoed through the field, and it came not from the felled colt, but from me.

"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

The whole team turned to look at me, surprised, angered, perplexed. One by one, they took in the sight of the small plastic item I held in my paw. One by one, the true enormity dawned on them.

"Oh holy fuck, get Mr Morrison, call the doctor! This is bad!"

If they only knew the half of it.

Three of Nick's teammates ran onto the field then, surprising the other opener and the opposition team members who were dealing with the felled batsman, assuming he would be in some pain but recover soon enough. I went with them, determined to be by my stud's side in his agony. Once the guys on the field were told what had happened, they quickly went into panicky activity mode, trying to get Nick to stand up so they could get him off the field, but the colt was in too much pain for that right now.

Instead he began to make a noise I am pleased to say I have never heard again, a sort of pained wheezing moan, his hands firmly grasped to his damaged testicles.

Eventually we managed to get him up on unsteady hooves, and three of us helped him off the field, dry retching all the way, and deposited him in a sickbay room attached to the gym. He was still moaning, panting and pulling in lungfulls of air in gasps.

"Guys, we should leave him be, lets get Mr Morrison and the doc in, he needs some space."

I felt paws on me, rough paws, pulling me from the room.

"Hey, I want to stay, he needs me and..."

"Nah, leave him be, he is in pain and he wont want guys around seeing him like this and..."

"Dammit....dammit....*pant*...let him stay."

"Are you sure Nick? Why?"

"Because he's my boyfriend. Yep, he's mine. And there is something I need done now, that I only really trust his paws to do."

Silence descended, one or two shocked gasps, and then silence.

"Er...ok then mate we'll...leave you to it and...holler if you need anything..."

And then the door closed, gently.

I looked down at my stud, a tear in my eyes, many emotions flowing through my brain unable to cope.

"Hey"

"Hey...*gasp*...ughhhhh"

"Like going for a catch in the outfield hey? Call it loud, don't hesitate, and go for it."

"Something like that. Do you mind?"

"If you weren't a gelding now I'd do you right here in the sickbay."

"Thanks...owwww! Fuuuuuuuu..."

"It's ok, Mr Morrison will be here soon, and one of the parents over at the far oval is a doctor. He'll be able to see you right."

"I know...it's just...can you...take a look and tell me how bad it is..."

"Yeah."

I reached for the whites, already showing a slight stain of red at the groin. I knew this was bad, really bad.

"And please...don't stroke 'em...just count 'em."

I am ashamed to admit I wanted to slap the grinning sonofabitch in the balls right then.

*****

Three months later

"Are you sure you are ok?"

"Positive...never been better."

"I mean, is everything..."

"I did a full systems check last night, trust me everything is good to go. Better than good...I needed to wipe down the walls afterwards."

"Ewww...TMI. Thanks a heap."

We were about to enter my boyfriend's bedroom, as we should have been three months ago but for an unfortunate twist of fate. I was no less nervous though, and the light hearted banter helped. There were differences though.

Boyfriend...now I could say it, and own it without a moment's hesitation. After Nick's outburst in the sickbay, there had been a muted reaction, sort of shock and hesitation. I wondered if he would pass it off as a joke, as some of his teammates clearly hoped he would. I should have known my stud better.

When he returned to school from the operation, all eyes were on what he would do, not least of them mine. He had walked into our homeroom, grinning like a nut, appearing like he hadn't a care in the world while all the furs around gave him paw fives and their commiserations for his injury. Then he walked right up to me, pulled me into his arms, and gave me the hottest tongue kiss in history, while everyone around looked on stunned. Then the wolf whistles and applause started; whatever jibes might have been flying, I somehow didn't hear them I was too intoxicated with that kiss.

I went to his first match back, the other guys giving me a wide berth at first but most getting over it before the first match had finished. The other team helped, in ways they probably didn't expect.

Our openers were doing well, having made 40 quickly without looking in any trouble. Then the opposition captain decided to pipe up from slips, making his views known.

It had started in the second over. Every now and then, one of the fielders would cover his muzzle and say "fag" softly, like he was coughing or something. Then it was happening between every ball. Then it was happening as the bowler was coming into bowl. Eventually the opposition captain made it overt.

"Cmon lads, we can't lose to a bunch of fags like this. Make 'em cry like the homos they are."

The opposition bowler loped up to the crease and sent down a bouncer, half track and trampolining ,and our opener, a normally stoic brown wolf, swivelled on his back foot and pulled it for six over square leg.

"Looks like you just got owned by a fag then, twinkletits"

Things went downhill from there, and the match is still not talked about, though both schools eventually buried the hatchet publicly. In private, lots were still seething. Except our team; winning made it all worthwhile, even for Nick.

It also was worthwhile for one other...

"So, do I get to see you naked now, or are you saving yourself for Gaston?"

"Ha har....bastard."

The fox, wiley offspinner without confidence, found the confidence to come out too. And to admit his secret crush, pining for years for a certain Doberman...

"Why did you let me think that Valentines' day rose from my secret admirer was from you?"

"Well, truth was, I wish I had sent it. Better late than never though..."

"Huh?"

Taking my paw, Nick led me into his bedroom, the curtains drawn, candles lit and glowing on the bedside tables, and rose petals on the duvet.

I ruined the effect a little by breaking up laughing.

"Hey! You bastard...I'm trying to be all romantic and shit..."

"I know...I know, really, and well...I appreciate it and all...but...you really are a softy aren't you..."

"Not right now...hard as fuck right now..."

"Still got the protection?"

"Same ones..."

"Then let's get started, stud. Fuck the romance...I want horsecock."

We undressed eachother, in the usual rough and functional way we made our own, clothes flying about and buttons mostly still intact. I had one last surprise for now.

"Classy!"

"Well, I didn't want to take any chances today after last time, and disappoint you and everything, so..."

I had to shake my head, wondering why I loved the schmuck. My boyfriend was wearing a sexy pair of tight hipster briefs, but underneath was a rather stylized and large bulge. I could imagine what this might be...sure enough, reaching under the waistband, I found a hard plastic surface. He was wearing a box.

"Not the protection I had in mind stud...but thanks for making extra sure you would be ready to go."

I threw the protector away, peeling the last clothes off my own and my boyfriend's bodies, and we stood, holding each other in a hot embrace, kissing and fondling cocks and moaning in desperate heat and need.

I knelt, looking up at my stud, his eyes full of love as well as lust, and carefully cupped his sac. I could make out the ugly scar, momento of his moment of agony and the day I almost lost my virginity and gained an out boyfriend instead. So much pain, and so much joy in one white mark on sensitive sexy flesh. I worshipped that line with my fingertips, and my tongue, while Nick lent his head back and moaned a deep rumbling moan of contentment, before taking his leaking length into my muzzle as I squeezed those orbs with increasing confidence.

Eventually, we couldn't wait any longer, and he brought me to the bed, scattering the rose petals with one impatient hand, laying me on the soft duvet and kissing down my chest. I rolled his condom on, all the while watching his eyes and his heat, and lathered it in lube, taking a generous portion onto my fingers to work into my own ass. He stopped me though, and instead maneuvered me onto all fours, a panting needy and anxious wreck.

"Nick...ah...take it slow. I mean...slow. However slow you think is slow enough...take it twice as slow."

"Anything you say boyfriend."

He knelt behind me, and I felt his hands on my butt cheeks, gentle and caressing, then he lent in and I tensed. I need not have; he brought his muzzle to me, nuzzling into my taint, and licking slow and sensual, a perfect start to lovemaking. And it was slow, from the first lick, to the gentle easing with fingers, to the first twinge of pain as a wide flare spread me, to the gradual, achingly pleasurable filling and the steady easy fuck that followed. And the next one. And the next. Hard and fast and wild could come later; for now, slower than slow was perfect.

I would have to remember to thank Gaston's sister for the advice.