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Chapter 3 - Girly Mags WTF!?

Sliding his key in the lock gave him a horrible foreboding feeling. His Dad's car was in the parking lot so why was the door locked at all? The last time this had happened was when he'd had that skunk woman over and was making time with her on the couch. Dreading a repeat he pushed the door open and called out. "Hey Dad, I'm home." He turned to face the door, re-locking it from the inside, to give whoever was presumably here a chance to get presentable again.

It came as quite a surprise when a small black paw landed on his arm. Turning warily, he let out a happy whoop and swept the diminutive cat lady into his arms spinning her around and around. "MOM!" She was dressed down today in a pair of form fitting blue jeans paired with a loose fitting short sleeved cotton shirt, however the shirt had a lace inlay on the back that left most of her fur visible through the holes and a cowl neck that draped prettily over her small breasts in front. She'd added a beautiful pair of black leather boots that came up to her mid calf with four inch heels and a small black clutch which she thumped Kris in the back with as she hugged him.

She let out a happy laugh, "Hello Loveling!" she purred as she placed a kiss on his forehead. "Your Dad was just showing me around your new apartment. It's quite the cozy little place."

He could tell she was gritting her teeth as she said that. He did the best he could but with his Dad having the guys over nearly every night he couldn't get the stink of booze and cigarette smoke out of the place. Setting her back on her feet he looked around trying to put himself in her shoes. The kitchen was a disaster with dirty dishes on every surface and unidentifiable stains on the counters and floor. The living area wasn't much better; scattered ashtrays -- all overflowing, moisture rings on every flat surface, rips in the faded upholstery on the few covered pieces of furniture, and a large stain in the middle of the carpet from that time one of his Dad's buddies couldn't hold his liquor.

At least he'd left his room semi neat with the clothes in the basket and the trash in his little garbage can, though he might have forgotten to make his bed this morning.

The state of the apartment made him blush furiously and silently vow to do better in the future. "I'm sorry Mom I didn't know you were coming today I thought you'd be here tomorrow." He looked sheepishly at her admiring the familiar patterns of her fur. Clawdia's fur was unusual for a feline, she had the same color and patterns as a raccoon; the black mask over her eyes, gorgeous dark gray head and body fur, white under her chin and over her belly, but most importantly her tail had the traditional raccoon rings. Edmond had often joked that she had some raccoon in her before the separation, a joke that Kris never really understood.

A frown crossed Kris' features as he considered the situation. Most kids worried that they were the cause of their parents' breakups. He didn't have to wonder about that, he knew for a fact that he was the reason. He'd heard his father yell it at his Mom through his closed bedroom door enough times to be certain about it, though he'd never heard her soft voiced responses.

His inner musings were interrupted when Clawdia said "I couldn't wait till tomorrow Loveling. Today is your birthday! You know I hate having to wait till another day to celebrate with you! I thought we could get some dinner and watch a movie? Then head to the hotel so we can get a head start on tomorrow. What do you think?" She always looked so happy when she had plans to spend time with him, like she couldn't wait to spoil him. He loved just spending time with her, it didn't matter what they did as long as the did it together.

Before he could answer Edmond came out of the bathroom and loudly proclaimed "You don't get him until tomorrow! Besides I told you I have plans for tonight." He was still fastening his fly, his dirty jeans sagging so badly that if he turned around Kris just knew he'd be showing the crack of his butt. Edmond hadn't even bothered to put on a shirt after he got home from work and stripped off the sweaty one, so he looked all matted down and sticky, a total contrast from his immaculately dressed mother.

Clawdia's smile never faltered as she turned to look at the older of the two raccoons. "Yes, you told me. You're having some guys over to watch a Football game. Honestly Ed, you know Kris hates that violent game, he'll likely end up hiding in his room to avoid you and your friends anyway. Why not let me have him tonight?" There was an edge to her voice that Kris didn't think he was supposed to notice. They had always been so careful not to argue openly in front of him, keeping everything civil and polite on the surface.

The request sounded perfectly reasonable to Kris who was getting tired of seeing so much of the inside of his room. He turned hopeful eyes on his father, only to quickly look away at the pugnacious look in Edmond's eyes. "No 'Dia, he's staying tonight." he said moving to place himself between Kris and Clawdia, crossing his arms as if to bar her from the boy. "You can have him in the morning and not until then!" The way he said what used to be a pet name made the fur on the back of Kris' neck stand up and he saw his mother's tail bristle in reaction but she didn't say a word about it.

"Fine Edmond if that's the way you want to be." The diminutive cat lady brushed past the larger male raccoon and wrapped her son in her arms. "Don't worry Kris I'll see you bright and early tomorrow. I promise." She turned on her heel and headed for the door. "Edmond." She nodded once to her soon to be ex-husband and slipped out the door.

A sullen Kris slumped onto the couch as the door closed behind his mother. Whatever his dad had planned he was determined to dislike it. Why did the old man have to ruin what could have been a wonderful evening by insisting that he stay here to watch another of those boring games. Sometimes Kris thought Edmond had gone from loving him to hating him that day... Best not to think about that.

Clawdia's job kept her busy most of the time so he only got to see her every other weekend as it was. An extra evening was like gold to him couldn't his father understand that? Unless... Maybe that was the point? Edmond was always bad mouthing Clawdia lately to his friends, usually about money or the lack there of. It didn't make any sense to Kris, after all Edmond hadn't been working because he'd taken time off to move, that was hardly Clawdia's fault was it? He'd started working for some big construction company just a few days ago and said he liked being a foreman, "all the perks without the headaches" was how he'd put it. Still he griped and complained about the sum that Clawdia paid each month for Kris' upkeep, child support... How he hated those words.

In the first place he wasn't a child anymore he was fourteen today and a freshman in high school! Secondly, neither his mother nor his father would let him get a job, they said he needed to concentrate on his swimming and his schooling, usually in that order. It was the one thing they both agreed on, his desire to be an Olympic swimmer. Yeah his Dad would have prefered that he went into some other sport, like football or even basketball, but he'd never made it seem like he didn't want Kris to succeed in his personal goals.

His musings were interrupted by a grunt and his father's weight landing on the couch beside him. He remained stoically silent determined to make this as difficult for the old man as possible. For as long as he could remember Edmond had given him some kind of special present on his birthday, usually sports related, but always something that sparked an interest in Kris and most times something they could do together.

This year Kris was adamant that he wouldn't show any kind of interest in what ever it was that Edmond gave him. The uncomfortable silence stretched on for a good while before Kris realized his father was holding a brown paper bag that he was nervously crinkling in his paws.

After another indeterminate amount of silence had passed Edmond finally cleared his throat. "I wasn't expecting to have this conversation for a few more years yet."

That got the boy's attention, his sharp little black ears perking up and forward despite his desire to remain impassive. After a prolonged pause Edmond sighed. "Look Kris, I know I overreacted when I found you and that..." His pause was clearly to change his choice of words, "Sean on the couch. It's natural for boys to explore things like kissing. Older boys have a way of taking advantage of that curiosity..." He paused again, crinkling that bag and Kris was tempted to tell him that the kissing was his idea not Sean's. But this was as close to an apology as he'd ever gotten from his father so he kept his mouth shut.

"Anyway, that is all in the past now. No one here knows about that little indiscretion so you can start over. Find yourself a cute little girl and explore these feelings with her. But until then." The mysterious bag was placed in his lap. "I still remember the day my Dad gave me the same things." He chuckled to himself nudging Kris with his shoulder. "Spent the next three weeks in my room every chance I had." He was obviously waiting for Kris to open the bag so with nervous fingers he emptied it into his lap.

Out toppled two smallish boxes and three magazines. The first magazine boasted a nearly naked voluptuous vixen. She had large breasts and hips with a tiny waist which looked airbrushed to Kris. The title was "Vixens! Vixens! Vixens!"

The next was called "Randy Rodents" and had a cute mouse girl bent over an expensive looking car. Her shorts were pulled down to show off her backside and a tiny red thong that matched the bra she was wearing.

The third magazine was more interesting it was called "Risky Raccoons" and was the only one that had a male on the cover. Okay so his paws were covering the naked breasts of his female counterpart but what Kris could see of him made him want to see more.

Blushing slightly he set the magazines aside and examined the boxes. The larger of the two was white with big blue letters "JY Personal lubricant" across the front. The smaller box was black with raised gold letters proclaiming, "Magma! Ribbed for her pleasure. One size fits most. Prophylactic with spermicidal lubricant." Confused and a little afraid to ask, Kris looked at his father and stammered out, "D-dad? Wha-what is this stuff?"

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The door closed with a thump as Kris leaned back against it. He felt like he'd barely escaped some horrible fate. His Dad was acting so weird! Wanting to talk about feelings and girls and... and... Sean! It hurt every time his father said his best friends name. Kris didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the absurdity of his father thinking that Sean was a bad influence. Didn't he know that Sean had told him to forgive his Dad for the ugly things Edmond had said about them? Flopping down on his bed he looked over the things his father had just given him.

The magazines were filled with pictures of mostly naked girls, no women, in what he assumed were supposed to be provocative positions. From bent over looking at the camera between their legs to lying on their backs with their legs parted and their paws down... He didn't like to dwell on those. Even the one with the male raccoon on the front was disappointingly, filled with female raccoons, but not unexpectedly. The few shots of him all had him doing something to the females in the pictures, from licking at them to poking his penis into them. The view of his prick was nice but Kris couldn't get past the idea that it was a female that he was messing with. Still the few pictures of the girls licking him sure gave him a few new ideas.

The Lubricant proved more interesting. He opened the little bottle and sniffed curiously, it had a light unidentifiable scent that was neither pleasant nor unpleasant. He put a little on his fingertip and rubbed it with his thumb. It was really slippery and quickly warmed to body temperature. It came with a short instruction packet that said not to swallow it, which peaked his curiosity. Why would they need to warn you not to swallow something that you were supposed to rub on your private bits? Wait, that girl had her tongue on... His penis stood up and took notice when he thought about replacing her tongue with his own. Recapping the bottle he put it on his windowsill behind the curtain

The other little box, when he opened it, held a dozen little packets and a little booklet. Flattish squares with something round in them... odd. The booklet gave him a bit of a shock! It had black and white line drawings of... Penises!

There were so many of them! Each one had a word under it and a description of how to put the little rolled sheath on to it. With hungry eyes Kris examined the pictures. It took a few moments before he found one that looked like his with the distinctive shallow "s" curve to it. Only then did he understand the words were genus names. They were all in alphabetical order so it only took him a moment more to find feline. With wide eyes he read about the barbs and looked a representation of Sean's penis for the first time.

He didn't need anything else right now, this little book with the pictures of penis was more than he had ever dreamed was possible. Just to looking at all the different shapes they came in. He closed his eyes for a moment and swallowed hard, then looked at the door to make sure it was firmly closed. His zipper went down and the button on his jeans opened almost on its own so his paw could slide in and find his own penis, which was already hard and throbbing from just looking at line drawings of what other guys had. It was the one labeled feline that kept pulling his eyes back though, if Sean were here would he let him touch it he wondered. Would he let him feel those little barbs for himself, explore the length of his shaft.

The paw in his pants started a steady rhythm sliding up and down the smooth length of his own shaft as his eyes closed and he imagined touching Sean like this. He imagined stroking up and down his friends length, feeling the way his penis reacted to the slight pressure of his fingers. God he missed Sean so much. His whole body shuddered as he remembered that warning not to swallow the lubricant and he considered for the first time what it might be like to kiss the head of that rough feline penis. That got his breath coming in fast little pants and then he caught sight of another picture in the little booklet labeled Equine.

The length and breadth of that penis was so impressive. He wondered if the coach was hiding that kind of a monster in his little swim suit and that got him thinking about the couch in a whole new light, what if he could touch the couch like that, stroke the length of his shaft, play with that medial ring they talked about in the description. Just the thought of stroking his paw up and down along that smooth skin, feeling the silky sleekness like his own sliding through his paw was more than he'd ever imagined before and it sent him over the edge.

He grabbed for a tissue just in time to catch the torrent of cum that squirted up out of his hard penis, managing to bite down on his lower lip so his Dad wouldn't hear him.

* * * * *

Venn tossed restlessly on his king sized bed, for once glad that he slept alone. He tossed the blankets aside and glared at his hard cock. He'd seen naked boys nearly every day for the past year and never had this problem before. Hell, Audio had offered to blow him in the locked sauna and his cock hadn't so much as twitched.

But from the first glimpse of Kris in that tight little Speedo, well more out of it than in, he'd been forced to keep himself under rigid control. He'd thought the ordeal was over when he'd dismissed them to the showers, choosing to delay his own until he got home. But the boy's shouts had drawn him in to stem the conflict.

At first he'd been preoccupied with separating them but when Audio accused Kris of jerking off while thinking of him, his groin had tightened and he'd been drawn to look at the tall raccoon. He'd seen other boys in similar positions, bent over with paws on the low wall, tail lashing as they fought for control of their emotions. What was it about this young man, no, this boy, that made his groin tighten every time he remembered the flash of that tight black pucker?

When Kris had turned to yell at Audio the sight of that black tip peeking from the white furred sheath had nearly brought him to his knees.

Thank god the boys were too wrapped up in their fight to notice him for the heartbeat it took to get his Johnson back under control.

He glared down at his still hard cock once more. Kris was a boy god damn it! He couldn't be more than seventeen years old! So he had a nice body with muscle definition that would make most women swoon and a trim little waist, not to mention the adorable mop of gray curls that surrounded that delicately pointed muzzle...

Fuck this was not helping! Maybe it had just been too long since he'd been with anyone and he was transferring all that pent up sexual energy onto the kid? Well if that was the case he knew the cure for that.

Without turning on the light Venn reached for his phone and hit the fifth speed dial button, waiting impatiently while the phone rang and a sleepy gruff voice said "Do you have any idea what fucking time it is?"

"Sometime between dusk and dawn, does it fucking matter?" was his terse reply.

A low growl preceded, "Christ Vince, you'd better not have woken my mate or the kits."

"Yeah, sorry about that." He fumbled with the blankets kicking his legs free and shoving them to the side sure now that he was going to get what he needed.

"Let me guess, you're all in knots and can't sleep so you called me to get your rocks off, right?" a pleased chuckle and the sound of a door closing came over the speaker. "Alright, tell me what you need." Over the phone came the sound of bed springs as the guy on the other end got comfortable.

Venn reached for the bedside table pulling out a bottle of lube. "Shower, warm water streaming over both of us, you pressed face first into the tile." An image of the boy in that same position from earlier today flashed through his mind but he forced himself to replace the gray fur with red.

That got him another chuckle and a soft groan, accompanied by the rustle of cloth and the telltale click of a bottle of lube opening. "Christ, what is it with you and showers? I swear one of these days I'm going to show up in the locker room just so I can see what all the fuss is about."

Venn felt the heat inside him spike at that suggestion. "Oh, god, that would be perfect! Some night when I'm doing a final walk through to find you in the showers, naked, dripping wet... There is no way I could resist stripping down and joining you!" He popped the cap on his own little bottle of lube and poured some out onto his turgid cock. An involuntary gasp left him as he recapped the bottle and wrapped his paw around his aching member.

"Oh, you like that, do you?" Another chuckle, this one throaty and filled with lust. "Finding me all wet, with soap on my paws, rubbing it all over my naked body while the warm water soaks into my fur." His ears twitched as he heard the familiar sounds of a lube covered paw sliding up and down his friend's cock.

"You know I do. I mean you're hot all the time but when your fur is slicked down it shows off all those finely sculpted muscles of yours... Makes me want to lick every inch of you." The horse huffed, his eyes finding the stars through the skylight, his fingers stroking back and forth along his member as his mind's eye filled with the image the voice on the other end of the phone line was helping him describe.

HIs friend chuckled but it sounded kind of breathy and a little distracted. "Oh, now that's an idea, think you could lick all of me, even with the fur?" There were a few more of those little sounds that are so easily identifiable to anyone who's ever heard them before.

"As long as you let me lick up the mess that my licking you all over is likely to cause." Venn was sounding a little breathy himself, and focusing a little more on the way his paw was moving up and down his cock then he was on what the other male was saying at this point. "Jesus, just the idea of you in my bed eagerly awaiting the next place my tongue finds to torment you is torture!" His paw tightened around his medial ring for a moment then went back to the smooth strokes from base to tip that covered every inch of his modest (by horse standards) length.

This time there wasn't a chuckle, only a soft groan and panting over the phone line before he got his response. "You know... you have to ask... permission for that..." Then the words fell away and all he heard was the slick sound of a paw sliding up and down the other guys cock and the soft panting and occasional little gasped moan that slipped out of him.

Under no constraints to be quiet himself and knowing how much his friend liked to hear his pleasure Venn tilted his head back a little more and let the sweetest moan roll out of his throat. His paw, by this time picking up the urgency in his companion, starting moving from the medial ring to the tip and back in a faster shorter motion that sounded slick and delicious to his ears. "Ah fuck... Not much longer..."

The huffing sounds on the other end of the phone were music to his ears, as the foretold an equally desperate paw sliding up and down the pink skin of that lovely cock. "Vince..." Heavier panting cut off whatever the other male might have been about to say, followed by a strangled moan that could only mean one thing.

"Ah that's it foxie let it all out for me." He slowed down for a few moments to savor the other male's fast breathing and stifled pleasure sounds, before he gave into the needs of his body and increased his pace enough to finish the job at paw. A full throated whinny left his lips as his cock started spasming, sending great gouts of cum up his chest in a series of quick pulses that were too soon over, leaving him spent and gasping for breath just like his friend.

Both males were silent for a few minutes letting their bodies slowly come back from the peak of pleasure to a more natural restful state. Then softly he heard, "I hope that helped Vince."

Licking his lips slowly Venn nodded, even though his friend couldn't see it. "Oh it did Kerris, it did. Now go back to your mate and get some sleep. I'll see you Monday at school." He waited for the sound of the fox hanging up before he disconnected himself and let out a pleased sigh drifting off to sleep.

* * * * *

Visions danced in his head, image/thought/feelings that were unclear, almost like they were out of focus. Hazy glimpses of something he wanted, needed, but was unable to reach alone.

Part of him knew what they represented and how they should fit together but the other part of him was unable to see any patterns in the image/thought/feelings. For a time he just floated letting things come to him as they would, experiencing this strange new form of dreaming.

* * * * *

Venn woke with a start, his eyes flying open to stare up at the night sky through the tempered glass skylight. That was one of the weirdest dreams he'd ever had in his life. At the end it had almost looked like... but no there was no way that was possible... was there? He lay awake for a long time thinking over what he'd experienced and hoping that the ending was just a strange coincidence, still the dream faded quickly leaving just the adrenaline surge of uneasiness to keep him awake.

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Kris whimpered softly as the wonderful dream was shattered and ripped apart leaving him lying awake on his bed staring at the poster on his far wall. Could it really be true? That someone out there would make him feel like he was whole? It made him feel good to think that it was possible, but the dream must have been playing with him at the end there, for a moment he would have sworn he saw... Nah that must have just been his mind playing tricks on him. As the dream faded he snuggled his head into his pillow once more closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep.