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Sasha pulled into

the driveway of the old lake house, flicking on the domelight and

punching the roof of her car to wake her passengers. Soren lifted his

head off of Milo's chest. "We there, then?""Mmhmm,"

nodded Sasha. "Get your shit outta my car. It's late." Soren chuckled,

buttoning up Milo's shirt. He couldn't resist using his silky, robust

chest as a pillow. "Let's go, sweetie."Di was stirring

next to him. Shaking her head a bit, she ribbed Soren with her elbow.

"You couldn't wait till we were out of the car to undress your boy

toy? You're a little whore, Soren." The whole car

laughed, Milo the loudest of them all. "You just want a piece,"

said the furret as he kissed Soren. "Sorry you can't take the fact

that Soren beat you to the punch." Danny poked his

head through the passenger side door he just exited. "What do you

mean? I thought Sasha was dating Milo." "Gawd, Di,"

laughed Soren as he stood on tip toe to kiss Milo. "Are you

implying that this massive hunk of a male is not straight? That's a

dire accusation.""I know,"

said Milo, running his hands down Soren's back. "You have no

evidence for statements like that. You could seriously damage my

reputation." Sasha laughed as

she pulled apart Milo and Soren. "Soren, hands off my boyfriend. I

thought we were friends." Milo grinned,

picking up a stack of games from the trunk. "I'm sorry, honey. I

was just a little... curious. Please forgive me, dear." "Just shut up

and unpack the car," smiled Sasha. "When we're done I'll give you

the tour. Soren, Milo, can you help me with all the food." Milo threw his

backpack and duffel bag over his shoulders and picked up a cooler. "I

still think it would have been easier to buy stuff here."Sasha heaved

another box on top of a different cooler and picked them up. "It

would be stupidly expensive to buy anything that isn't from the

farmers market. Shipping to this tiny town is kind of a bitch. You

know the hills we had to drive through and there's the fact that the

biggest road to town is freaking dirt." "Wow, this

place really is right on the corner of No and Where," said Milo.

"It's pretty though." "That's the

idea," said Sasha. "The town of Spiral River pretty much lives

off of the tourism of us rich suburbanites who have vacation homes

here." "You mean us?"

asked Danny. Reaching the

kitchen, the three plunked their boxes on kitchen floor. Sasha

pointed to Soren. "You're cooking, so you set up the kitchen. I

think we have a few things lingering about, but do whatever the hell

you like. Milo, let me show you where you'll be sleeping." Di ran past them,

her slim tail whipping around the corner. "I call the purple room!

This time it's mine, dammit!" Sasha poked her

head around the kitchen door. "Oh yeah, throw the host under the

bus, huh? Who the hell drove you here?" Milo raised an eyebrow as

Sasha turned back to them. She chuckled, "You won't be sleeping

here anyway." "What do you

mean?" asked Soren and Milo at the same time. Sasha was

reaching up to the top of the stove, groping for something small and

metal at the top of the hood. "It... should be... right... HERE!"

Producing a small brass key, she gave it to Soren. "This is for the

small house." "That's where

your grandparents stay, right," asked Soren. "We have space

enough here if I take the couch." Sasha rolled her

eyes and produced a somewhat large box from seemingly nowhere. "Don't

be coy. Open this Milo." Milo looked down

at the box, shaking it and listening. "Is this another condom care

package? It is, isn't it." Soren grinned.

"And a key to the separate, secluded place? Are you like, planning

to tape us or something? Why are you so eager for us to have sex?" Sasha sighed.

"Because due to a series of idiotic and shitty circumstances you

are denied the opportunity to have sex like the rest of us. And also

because you two are both too polite to ask. So now I'm saying this:

we have the next seven days to do whatever the hell we like up here,

just the five of us, or if you feel like it, just the two of you.

And, just like before, keep it neat. You two never set foot in there.

Got it? Soren gave Sasha

his best innocent look. "What do you mean. We don't even know where

you keep the key. Besides, how could I get up there? You could barely

reach that on a chair." "That right, my

mighty midget," teased Milo, squeezing Soren's recently muscled

body. "Wanna unpack our stuff?" "Oh, I've got

plenty of other stuff I wanna unpack too," grinned Soren.

"Goodnight, Sasha." "I want my best

friend back in one piece, Milo," called Sasha as the two rushed to

the dark corner of the lot that hosted a minute ranch house. Soren grabbed

Milo's hand as he fiddled with the key, giggling a little bit. "You

feeling up to it tonight?" Milo tapped his

chin. "Hrmmm... tough question. Are you fixing for my paws or my

jaws? "Are these

offers mutually exclusive," asked Soren as he led Milo inside. They

looked around the small place. It was wide open to accommodate

Sasha's grandmother, who was in a wheel chair. There was a tiny

kitchen, a rather big bathroom and shower, and a small bedroom

containing mostly a queen sized bed. The two dropped their bags. Milo smiled. "I

don't think so. But what the Hell are you doing?"Soren gave his

boyfriend a confused look. "What are you talking about? What am I

doing wrong?"Milo gave him a

devious grin. "You're wearing clothes." Milo reached down and

kissed Soren, feeling a small huff of satisfaction escape their

locked lips. Soren closed his eyes, slipping his tongue deep into

Milo's mouth, probing for the lemonade taste that Milo had drank in

the car. Milo broke apart, huffing at the extended kiss. "I'm gonna

rip those clothes right off your hot little body." Soren laughed.

"Not if I get em off you first." They dived at each other,

panting as their hands raked across their bodies. Soren stepped

backwards each time he ran a clawed paw across Milo's chest. Milo's

fingers snaked in between Soren's buttons. There was a pause as Milo

gripped deeply in the folds of his shirts. Soren breathed in,

waiting. Milo wrenched apart Soren's shirt, snapping his wrist and

tearing so that the buttons cleared the holes without damaging the

shirt. He had it down to the art form. Soren spread his arms wide and

let Milo roughly extract him from his shirt, enjoying how Milo kissed

his cheeks as he did so.Soren growled.

Gripping Milo's abs through his shirt, he yanked Milo towards himself

and whirled him onto the bed. Soren ripped the belt off of Milo's

waist, throwing it aside with a clink. He then went for the button of

his jeans, ripping the zipper down to provide relief to the bulge

straining against the blue canvas. Slipping his

hands under the bottom of Milo's red polo, Soren pulled it up over

his head in one smooth motion. As he slid up the sturdy fabric, he

ran all ten of his fingers through Milo's silky fur, digging deep to

leave ragged lines over his chest fur. He fished Milo out of the

shirt, rubbing his hands all across his arms. Grabbing Milo's

waistband, he rolled jeans down his toned legs, Milo fishing his

long, fluffy tail out for Soren. Soren gave a toothy smile as he

fished Milo's package out of his boxers. Fondling his balls with one

hand, he caressed the shaft with the other. "Paws or jaws,

sweetie?" "Jaws," said

Milo. Soren chuckled as he took Milo in his hands. He opened wide,

enjoying the taste of that musky, salty length. Damn it was thick. He

could feel it throbbing beneath lips, betraying Milo's anticipation.

Soren let his tongue do most of the work, using plenty of slobber. As

his tongue wrapped around the head, Milo bucked twice, nearly gagging

Soren, a tiny spurt of pre touching his tongue. Soren retreated

for a minute. "Calm yourself cowboy."Milo gave a

devious grin. "I can't help that you give good blowjobs.""Oh, you're

making me blush," smiled Soren. "Now shut up and put your cock

back in my mouth." "If you

insist," murred Milo. Soren returned to work, moving his muzzle

along the length, using his long canine tongue to slobber the whole

shaft. Soren deepthroated for a moment, stretching his tongue to it's

farthest reaches to tickle Milo's balls. Milo's balls were large and

furry, and Soren could taste the wet earth taste that always lingered

around Milo. Milo's pubic fur was so damn fluffy, and it held the

scent of his musk well. Same with the stuff on his underarms. Running

his hands through the stuff drove Soren nuts. It wasn't like his own

hormonal fur. His was all scraggly and nasty, so he trimmed it. Milo purred, his

tongue lolling out of his open maw. He had such cute teeth, short and

pointed. Soren retracted his tongue and retreated halfway up the foot

long length. Soren took the vacated space in his hands, kneading it,

running his hands across it, lubed with his own slobber. The ghost of

a buck gyrated Milo's hips. Powerful throbs were running up his

length too. Milo's panting was audible, filling up the tiny room with

lusty gasps. Soren retreated

further, tickling the head and wrapping it around with his tongue.

Still squeezing with his left hand, he ran his fingers down south,

tickling Milo's taint before squeezing his balls, ever so lightly.

The throbs were harder now, and Milo was balling the covers in his

fists. Soren locked his lips tightly around the head, using the tip

of his teeth to provide just enough pointy tickling to be sexy.Milo gave a lusty

groan, bucking and thrusting his hips into Soren's mouth. He unloaded

into Soren's mouth once, twice, three, four, five times. Soren

grinned internally as the salty taste filled his mouth. Milo was

still bucking as he softened in Soren's mouth, slowly lowering the

pace of his humping. He slowed to a stop, allowing Soren to swallow

and give Milo's member a quick cleaning, leaving him partially hard

again. "You're turn,"

grinned Milo. "Paws or jaws, hun?" "Jaws," said

Soren."Take a seat,

babe," said Milo, leaning flat on his back and opening wide.Soren was

slipping out already from sucking Milo, but it wouldn't take much for

him to get his knot out now. He sat down on Milo's chest, wriggling

his butt inbetween the pseudo-cleavage of his sturdy pecs. He giggled

as Milo tickled and squeezed his sheath, coaxing him out, inch by

inch. Soon all eight of those inches were out, quivering, an angry,

fleshy red color contrasting with his brass-bright fur. Milo gripped

Soren's sculpted ass, his fingers playfully tracing his crack. Milo

pulled Soren closer to him, shoving the quivering length into his

mouth. Soren closed his eyes and gripped Milo's shoulders, letting

the silky fur mesh through his fingers. He arched his back, panting

as Milo's tongue danced across his length. It was wet, warm,

slippery, and divine. Soren couldn't help but buck, driving his knot

against Milo's lips. There was a thick "mmm," of pleasure that

escaped Milo's lips as he worked. Soren's knot

tightened, surges of pleasure running across his body. He was

panting, letting his tongue droop out. Milo's tongue slipped wetly

around the knot, tracing the edge and even the inside of his sheath.

Soren was close, he wriggled his butt free of Milo's hands, widening

his stance across Milo's superb chest. Soren thrust once, deep and

hard, driving his knot against Milo's lips. He held his legs steady

as his knot constricted and released his load, sending sticky ropes

deep into Milo's mouth. Soren shuddered

in pleasure as his orgasm faded, smiling as he felt Milo swirl his

tongue around his mouth and swallow. Soren was softening as he

extracted himself from Milo. He walked back on all fours, settling

down on Milo's bare chest. Sex with Milo could be so awkward

sometimes. Soren was only 5'4'' and Milo was at least 6'3'' of sexy,

sculpted muscle and fur. Their sheer height difference forced Soren

to crawl over Milo's body like a monkey sometimes, but it was somehow

sexy as well as cute.. They pressed their endowments against each

other as he rested his head on Milo's chest fur, so much thicker than

the rest of his body. Soren couldn't

help grinding and humping himself against Milo's gorgeous body, Milo

responding as best he could with Soren on top of him. Soren could

feel himself getting hard again, grinning as Milo's rock hard twelve

inches ground into him. Soren kissed every inch of Milo he could

reach, tasting the sweat and musk that covered his body. Milo was

running big, strong hands down Soren's back, arching backwards and

leaning his head back. Soren humped

harder and faster, plowing a track deep through Milo's soft, damp

body fur. His knot was thick and hard again, poised for the imminent

sweet release. Groans and moans escaped both of them, Soren gripping

and pulling at Milo in feral lust. Milo came first,

bucking harder and faster as his warm stickiness leaked between their

sculpted abs. Feeling the cum leak between them and over his own

length was enough to put Soren over the edge. His knot contracted

again, pulses of pleasure surging from his knot and across his whole

body. The both went limp as their seeds mingled on their chests,

panting like feral dogs. Soren inched

himself upwards, feeling his spent length sliding thickly against

Milo's sculpted body. He laid himself within kissing distance of

Milo's cute, rounded face. He did just that, locking lips and waging

a furious war with their mouths, clutching each other in passion.

Breaking apart with a gasp. "You got better with your tongue,"

said Milo as he laid on his back. He pinched Soren's cheek playfully.

"You aren't practicing with someone else, are you?" Soren kissed

Milo's neck, rubbing his hands through Milo's hair. It was cropped

short, and was fuzzy and bristly. "I have been practicing. But with

carrots." Milo giggled,

giddy in their afterglow. "Carrots?"Soren rested his

head in the crook of Milo's neck. "Carrots. The bigger ones happen

to be the same length and thickness as your hot cock. My parents let

me keep vegetables in my room for snacks. So at night, I practice

sucking off carrots. It's useful for deepthroat practice" Milo giggled

again. "I gotta remember that. You did a much better job than I

did. "Glad it paid

off," grinned Soren, kissing Milo again. "Goodnight. We'll wanna

be up and awake tomorrow." "I know,"

said Milo. "It'll be fun. Goodnight, honey."Soren hooked the

covers with a toe and flicked them over their bodies. Scooting up

another inch or two, he wrapped his arms around Milo's head, kissing

his cheek, neck, nose, mouth... Soren growled in pleasure as he felt

powerful arms wrap around him, holding him tight, almost like a child

with a teddy bear. Soren kissed Milo, once, twice, a third time,

tasting the sweat and cum in his mouth. He laid his head down on

Milo's collar bones, letting his caress ease him to sleep.----------------------------Soren woke up

first still tight in Milo's arms, the blankets haphazardly covering

their bare bodies. Milo was out cold still, but was coaxed awake by

Soren's lips, softly brushing his cheeks. "Morning, sweetie." Milo kissed

Soren's forehead. "Morning wood, apparently," he said with a

grin. Soren smiled

wolfishly as he ground himself against Milo. "Why don't we ease

each other up in the shower. I don't think the others will appreciate

us smelling like cum." Milo laughed

raucously. "Fine by me." Kicking the blankets off of them, Milo

swept up Soren in his arms, grinding his length against Soren as he

walked them to the shower. Turning on the hot water, their faces

waged war as they waited for the shower to warm, not stopping as they

stepped under the water. It took less than

five minutes of hard grinding to get both of them off. Giving Milo's

abs a playful lick, siphoning their secretions off long, soft fur and

rock hard chest. Picking up some body wash and lathering his hands,

they ran their hands across each other, cleaning deeply to wash away

the lingering secretions that stained their chests. They washed each

other quickly, rinsing away the soap, but they were both hard after

having their hands run across their bodies. "Damn," said

Milo, looking at their swollen lengths. "We're all clean, bu-

ooh..." Milo's complaints

were silenced as Soren clamped his muzzle around his length. Soren

closed his eyes, letting the hot water run down his face, the hard,

fat length filling his muzzle. Soren let his tongue do the dirty

work, unable to resist stroking himself as he kneeled before Milo.

Moving his muzzle up and down, he felt the telltale throbs and bucks

in Milo's body. He was close, and after one light ball squeeze Soren

sighed as his muzzle was filled with, hot, salty goodness, his own

length contracting as he came across the shower floor. Getting onto his

feet again, Soren stood on tiptoe to kiss Milo. "Better?" "Much,"

sighed Milo. He turned off the water. "Let's grab breakfast." Soren pulled on

his watch. It was only nine o clock. The others might not even be up.

Soren smiled as Milo gave him a tiny show of pulling on fresh

drawers, leaning deep over to display his ass and dangling junk,

shaking his tail and butt for him. Soren did the same as he pulled on

blue swim trunks. "Don't bother with regular clothes," said

Soren, We'll be swimming first thing, no doubt." "Is this an

excuse to make me walk around shirtless," asked Milo, subtly

striking a pose that displayed his sculpted back and tail. "Maybe," said

Soren with a grin. "But why bother getting dressed when we're going

to change right away?""Good point,"

said Milo, pulling on his own trunks, colored bright red. Milo wasn't

wearing a speedo, but they were so short they were getting close. And

they were tight too, just enough to show off his ass and package.

Nice. Soren gave that

fine ass a squeeze. "C'mon. I wanna get cooking." Milo chuckled,

grabbing Soren's hand and leading them to the door. They walked down

the slight hill the cottage stood on, letting themselves in through

the back door. Soren got started immediately on scrambled eggs while

Milo searched for plates. Sasha was up

already, a long shirt over her bathing suit. "Slept well?" Soren barked a

laugh as he cracked eggs over the pan. "Something like that.

Cheese?" "Absolutely,"

said Sasha, blowing cool air over her tea. "Di's up, but Danny

isn't." "He'll be down

here once he hears about food," laughed Milo. "I have no idea how

he eats that much and looks that good." "Swimming burns

a lot of calories," said Danny, entering the kitchen with his nose

in the air. "Throw an extra egg on for me, won't you?""Sure thing,"

said Soren, shredding cheese as the eggs continued to cook. "Hey," said

Danny, punching Soren in the shoulder. "Trunks but no shirt?" Soren grinned, a

little self consciously. "I lost thirty pounds. I'm going to

fucking flaunt it." "I appreciate

it," said Milo with a devious smile. "I do too,"

said Sasha. "Showing off is good for you, Soren." Soren blushed a

little, turning his back on his friends to keep an eye on the eggs.

"Thanks, I guess.""So, I guess

the question of the day is: what do we want to do?" asked Sasha."Boating?"

offered Di."Swim to the

island!" shouted Danny, pumping his fist in the air. "I heard rumors

of a sweetshop," said Milo, hopefully. "What about

you, Soren," asked Sasha. There was a pause

as Soren worked the stove. The only noise in the room was the hiss of

bacon on a frying pan. "Why not all of it?" "An excellent

answer!" said Danny, piling eggs on his plate. --------------------------------------

The days quickly

ordered themselves into a routine. They'd start their day on the lake

before retreating to the house for lunch. From there they'd start a

board game binge or wander into town or just relax. Soren and Milo

found themselves sharing space on an ancient hammock, with Soren

curled up in a ball as he laid on top of Milo's chest. Even when

resting, none of them felt like any minute of their days were wasted.Soren and Milo

had retreated to the small house after a day of what could only be

called hardcore fun. They had taken the boat out for most of the day.

Danny felt like showing off with the waterskis. Milo had insisted on

trying them out himself, with rather impressive results for someone

who had never put skis of any kind on before. He had wiped out more

than a few times but had still stayed afloat almost as long Danny

had. Sasha had even had a few runs after she let Soren take the helm.

Di and Soren both had realistic ideas of what would happen if they

put on the skis, so they remained as enthusiastic spectators for the

aquatic spectacle. Either way, their

days of fun were coming to a close. The rather prodigious pile of

homework they had been assigned was looming over Di, Danny, and

Sasha's heads. Soren and Milo had plowed through it in the car on the

way up, so they had some times to themselves. Soren was nestled

snugly in chocolate brown arms, both of them completely unclothed.

They were both panting, sweaty, and musky from a good session of

furious muzzle action. Soren could actually feel himself rising and

falling on top of Milo's well-built chest. Soren burrowed

his brass muzzle into Milo's ample chest fur, brushing his lips

against his well-defined collar bones buried deep under dark brown

fur. Soren sighed as a hand ran down is his back, a finger lazily

looping through his tail fur. He gave a little giggle as Milo gave

Soren's now-sculpted rump a firm squeeze. "God," chuckled Soren

as he laid his cheek back on Milo's shoulders. "When did we become

the stereotypical horny teenagers?""Weren't we

always?" laughed Milo, tousling Soren's short-cropped hair."I guess so."

conceded Soren. "You were showing off for me on those skis today.

You only fell when you were trying to get fancy and catch my eye." "Don't act like

you weren't impressed by my spectacular wipeout skills." Milo

grinned deviously, showing all of his brilliant white teeth. "You

wanna go for another round?" Soren squeezed

himself deeper into Milo's chest. "Ooooh, that's tempting. But you

wear me out, sweetie. Try me later will you?" Milo gave Soren his

best cute pout, but Soren just shook his head. "Honestly, if our

parents saw how much sex we were having they'd claim our relationship

was only physical." Milo gave a tiny

cackle. "Oh, I bet our parents would have a heart attack if they

saw the sex we were having." "Wanna have sex

at my house?" growled Soren as he balled his fists in Milo's chest

fur. "Living room couch, six in the evening as Dad walks in the

door?" "Oh, honey,

don't say that." sighed Milo. "I shouldn't have brought it up."

Soren thumped his

head gently into one of Milo's biceps. "No, I've just been feeling

sort of grumpy now that break is coming to a close. I don't wanna

give my big burly boy up when the break is done." "And I don't

want to give up my sweet little fox either," sighed Milo, kissing

Soren's gleaming forehead. Soren smiled as Milo's tanned lips brushed

against him. He didn't mind Milo calling him small. Something about

cuddling against that hunky, gorgeous body made him feel safe and

special. Milo tousled Soren's hair again. "Hey, cutie."Soren rubbed a

cheek against Milo. "What do you want, dear?" "I think I got

something that'd get you in the mood." Milo gave Soren's rump

another playful squeeze"You're that

horny right now? Fine, then. Astound me with your magnificent

propositions of sex, my lovely horny hunk."Milo placed his

muzzle next to one of Soren's slightly bent foxy ears. "Would you

like to bottom for me this evening?""Oh you naughty

furret," smiled Soren, kissing Milo's cheek. "I thought that

wasn't your thing."Milo couldn't

resist another devious grin. "Thought now that we've got more time

to ourselves we could... experiment some." "Mmm... you

know just how to push my buttons," chuckled Soren. "I think I

should get you ready." Soren untangled

himself from Milo's bulky arms, shimmying his way down that

well-built, masculine body to that equally well-built package. Oh

yes... that big, fat slab of male meat, hanging over that fluffy pair

of salty, chocolatey orbs. Soren lowered his

head, extending his long canine tongue to it's full length, tickling

the very tip of Milo's rounded pink head. Milo couldn't resist giving

a gasp as Soren began to work. A little bubble of internal laughter

popped in Soren as he lowered his tongue further. For such a big male

Milo was a real moaner. With dextrous

oral movements, Soren coaxed Milo's flaccid length into his muzzle.

Right now he was thick, heavy, salty, musky, and soft. Well... not

too soft now. Milo was such a grower, and Soren resisted giving Milo

his best toothy fox grin as that fat length filled the empty space in

his muzzle. Soren wasn't a size queen by any means, but if a sweet

boy like Milo happened to have a porn star package, who was he to

complain? Well... his

tailhole may complain. He had been wanting to try anal for weeks now,

and he trusted Milo enough to try it with him, but, still... that was

a lot of male-meat. Soren was snapped back to reality by a lusty moan

from his boy toy on the bed.Milo had his

brown eyes clenched shut, his hands balling the sheets in his

fists."Soren... oh, hun....ah. Don't get too busy if you wanna play

any dirtier." Soren withdrew,

letting his tongue slather up Milo's rock hard endowment with warm,

wet fox slobber. He paused, admiring every part of Milo's brunette

body before leaning down one last time to give that lovely length

with another loooooong lick, making sure every one of those twelve

inches was sopping on all sides and quivering with anticipation. Lube was next.

They'd never had much use for it before. Sometimes if they wanted to

make handjobs last longer they'd break it out. Soren betrayed his

eagerness by slathering Milo as fast as he could. In no time Milo's

length was glistening in low light of the cottage. They sat there,

both unsure how exactly to proceed. Slowly, Soren leaned backwards,

raising his legs and fanning his six golden tails out to provide Milo

a shiny runway to his tailhole. "You can take me whenever you're

ready sweetie."Milo sat up, his

wet length catching the sunset slipping through their shuttered

bedroom windows. He perched on all fours, gingerly placing hands on

Soren's sharp shoulders. "Honey, tell me if you ever feel

uncomfortable, ok?" Soren slowly

reached up to pull Milo close to him. They shared a long kiss,

pressing their faces together with a carnal lust. "I'm ready,

sweetie." Soren held his breath, instructing his newly built body

to relax. Milo's glistening tip was a mix of cold and warm, the soft,

fat head firmly pressing into virgin tail hole. They both gasped as

the first inch entered Soren. And then the second, and then the third

and then... oh god... How? How? How? How was his tiny vulpix body

take all of Milo? How was that sweet, hot, boy able to grind his hips

right into his foxy butt? Soren's legs were spread wider now. They

were too short to hook over Milo's tall shoulders, so Soren chose to

cross them behind Milo's back. The sensation of

his body enclosing such a thick, powerful piece of flesh was

incredibly foreign to Soren. It was, frankly, not just a little bit

painful, although Soren attributed that more to this being such an

alien experience to him. But at the same time pleasure was coursing

across his body. It started in his tailhole, concentrated by his

prostate as Milo's endowment pressed into it. Those surges of

pleasure were surging around his sheath, swelling actively from

Milo's stimulation from both paw and cock. Soren moaned lustily as he

felt himself slipping further out. "Oh, Milo dear, just from behind

this time." Milo's eyes were

clenched shut. "Oh... whatever you like." Slowly, hesitantly,

Milo withdrew by an inch... and another... Milo left his first two

inches still inside, pausing before pressing himself back in, hilting

himself again. "Oh, Soren, you're so tight... Oh god, you feel so

wonderful." "Don't let up,

dear," sighed Soren. "Oh, sweetheart, work faster dear. Fuck me

ragged tonight." "Whatever you

want," panted Milo, thrusting deep inside again, producing a pair

of lusty groans. Soren gasped, grinned, and groaned as Milo spread

him farther apart with each thrust. Fiery pleasure was surging from

his rump to his knot, his length fully out and drooling onto his

chest. It was a rough, raw, savage experience, but damn... this was

better than a muzzle job by a long shot.Milo was working

faster, harder, although he couldn't seem to find a rhythm. The

unpredictable thrusting pace actually felt good, his whole body

constricting in anticipation of the orgasm. Milo was towering over

Soren, his chest forming a gorgeous brown sky. The furret's strong

arms pressing his tiny body into the bed as he thrust again and

again. His cute face was constricted in lust as his hips collided

into Soren's rump again and again, both of them moaning throatily

into the evening. Milo paused for

just a moment, inhaling deeply and thrusting one final time, ramming

his wonderful endowments into Soren's prostate. Soren's back arched,

his teeth clenched, his legs constricting around Milo's torso. His

knot tightened, his balls contracted, his rump clenched, his hands

reached up to grip Milo's dangling chest fur. Soren yanked down as he

came, locking his muzzle with Milo as the result of his orgasm

trickled down both their chins. Soren's tailhole

was burning with pleasure too, packed with Milo's package and filling

with something warm and sticky as Milo attempted to grind himself

deeper and deeper, his length softening as they moaned into the

others muzzle. As pleasure

coursed through his body, a stray thought entered his brain. All

those people, the ones who claimed that the bottoms were the

submissive, the girly-males, the twinks, and tail lifters, the ones

who claimed they forsook their masculinity, were dead fucking wrong.

Perhaps it was the act of defiance that this sex meant for the two of

them. Or perhaps it was just the ecstasy of finding, in his tiny

homophobic hometown of all places, a sweet, gorgeous male who was

making such wonderful love to him right now. But either way, right

now, with Milo and himself sharing in the best orgasm of their lives,

Soren had never felt more powerful, more satisfied, and more goddamn

masculine in his life than right now. Milo's arms gave

out as his climax finished, flopping heavily onto Soren's now sticky

chest, panting heavily. "Oh, hun, that was wonderful. When you were

clenching like that... oh god yes." Soren wriggled

his butt, feeling how sticky it was. Milo wasn't exaggerating how

good it must of felt. That boy really filled him up. Soren giggled,

his voice slightly muffled from beneath the furret's great fluffy

body. "I was trying not to do that, actually. I was trying to just

let you have your way with me. But I'm glad you're not complaining."

Soren kissed Milo again, rubbing his sharp cheeks against Milo's cute

rounded ones. He gave a small groan. "Oh, my tailhole will be

complaining tomorrow. I'm sure of that, though.""Tell me

tomorrow if you're sore, honey," sighed Milo, unable to resist

grinding himself into Soren's coiled body. "I'll give your sweet

little butt a kiss to make it better." Milo kissed Soren on the

forehead before turning them over, ensuring Soren wouldn't be crushed

by him as they drifted off into the kind of sleep only an afterglow

could bring. -----------------------Soren woke up in

the backseat of Sasha's car, his cheek on Milo's bare chest. He

looked up to see Milo's cute, round, slightly kittish face serene as

he still slept. Soren gave a tiny sigh of affection, repositioning

himself in the middle seat and burying himself deeper into Milo's

chest fur. "Don't get

comfortable," said Sasha. "We're about twenty minutes to

Lassaire. Tinted windows aren't flawless, boys." Soren sighed. He

shook his boyfriend. "C'mon, sweetheart. We gotta act straight

again."Milo groaned as

shook his head. "Dammit, do we have to?" "I wish we

didn't," grumbled Soren. "We're gonna pass Rosie's soon." Milo buttoned up

his shirt. "Then we have a little time." The furret grinned as he

leaned down to kiss Soren, locking themselves together, gripping them

tight together. Milo didn't let go until he heard the radio change

twice. Soren broke

apart, glad to be able to use his mouth again. "I think that will

hold me over. Being straight in 3...2...1..." Soren looked away

from Milo, pulled out his iPod, and tuned into an audiobook. Milo

gave a sad smile and looked out the window, buttoning up his shirt.

They still held the others hand underneath Milo's jacket. Di was dropped

off first, and then Danny. They pulled up to Milo's house next. Milo

got his stuff of Sahsa's SUV and walked towards his front door,

holding Sasha's hand. Milo's mother was staring imperiously out the

screen door, an expectant look on her face. "I had a good

time," said Milo. "Thanks for letting me come up." He turned

his cheek slightly to let Sasha kiss it."It was good to

have you, dear. I'll see you later, ok," said Sasha. She waved as

she walked back to her car, Milo's fluffy striped tail slipping

behind the door. Soren sighed as

he crawled up to the front seat, vaulting over the armrest. Sasha

shut the driver's door and gave Soren a sad, apologetic smile. "I'm

sorry about that. Milo probably told you she was demanding more

public displays of affection. I can't believe they let that woman

teach." Soren sighed

again, crossing his arms. "I'm not angry, Sasha. I'm just...

jealous." Sasha nodded. "I

get it. Do you want to grab a cone at the Ice Cap?" "Sure." The

drive was short, the line shorter. Sasha went for strawberry

cheesecake, Soren for pistachio. They walked back to eat in Sasha's

car. Getting in the front seat again, Soren brooded into his ice

cream. Sasha put a hand

on Soren's arm. "I'm sorry. I know it rips you up when Milo kisses

me." "I told you.

I'm not angry," said Soren, "I'm just jealous that I can't be

you. I want to be the one who can kiss and hold him in public. And I

know it's because we asked you to do it so we can see each other. But

even the fact we even have to set up this stupid-ass scenario. Just,

I, URGH." Soren attacked his ice cream, growling at the frozen food

as though it was the source of his problems. Sasha sighed,

placing a hand on Soren's shoulder. "Soren... do you love him?"Soren closed his

eyes. "Yes, I do love him," he said without hesitation. "Have you told

him," asked Sasha. "He damn sure loves you back. When we end up

spending time alone you're all he ever talks about." "I know that,"

said Soren, staring into his lap. "I'm afraid to say it, to be

honest. It's stupid...""It's not

stupid," said Sasha. "Wait till college. It's not that far off.

Then you can get some real goddamn privacy." "Yeah, but

where will we be going?" asked Soren bitterly. "I have no idea

where the hell I'm going. I have no idea who the hell will pay for

school, let alone where I'll be able to go for pharmaceuticals. And

Milo... it depends on who gives him a scholarship. We could end up

across the country from each other. And when our parents are the way

we are? Saying that I love him... all that would do would make it

hurt more when we get torn apart." Soren crunched his cone with

bitter finality. Sasha started the

car as she finished her own cone. "Soren... I'm sorry... I..."

They drove the last five minutes in silence. She turned into Soren's

driveway. They both got out to get Soren's pile of board games out of

the trunk. Soren leered into

the trunk as he started to gather up his games. "What the hell can

I do?" Sasha leaned down

and hugged Soren. "You're in such a shitty situation, Soren. I

wish I could do something more." "You do

enough," sighed Soren, "You do more than enough. It's not your

fault our parents are idiots." Sasha smiled

sadly. "I'll try and make some more time for you two later. What do

you think about Thursday night. We can do dinner at Rosie's again.""Thanks,

Sahsa," said Soren. "You're the best friend a guy could ask for.

I had a great time this break." "I try," said

Sasha as she stacked the games into Soren's arms. Soren opened the

front door with his knee. "You don't try, Sasha. You go above and

beyond. See you Monday." Closing the door, Soren put his backpack

by the stairs. He jumped as he heard a cackle behind him. "Dude, are you

crying?" Soren jumped,

blinking. He was crying, dammit. "What do you want, Chris." "Nothing,"

said the quilava standing behind Soren. "Why are you crying,

Soren?""I'm fine. Go

bother someone else," muttered Soren. "Feeling a

little down," laughed Chris. "A little jealous?" "What the hell

are you talking about?" "Sasha. You're

pissed she picked some baseball jock rather than you. And she brought

Milo up with you for spring break. And you spent the week watching

them be together. I bet that drove you nuts. They were probably

fucking right under your nose too." Soren gave a

halfhearted chuckle. "Yeah. Something like that. Piss off, will

you?"