Phil and James: Restraint (or Lack Thereof)

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#2 of Phil and James


Phil walked over to the kitchen and grabbed the phone, looking at the hall to see if the fox had indeed gone to change. He slowly moved his paw over to cup the front of his shorts, churring softly as he teased himself for several minutes, giving himself a semi for his efforts. He then dialed Pizza Hut and ordered an extra large pepperoni and extra cheese pizza. Just then, he heard thumping coming from the top of the stairs. He quickly flipped his cock into his waistband and pulled his shirt down, just in time for a fuzzy blue fox in pajama pants and a t-shirt to round the corner, crinkling softly as he walked.

"Gunna be about 30 minutes." said Phil, blushing. The idea of the cub seeing his arousal only caused his sheath the swell even more, but he restrained himself for the moment. "What do you want to do until then?" The cub thought to himself for a moment, running to go grab something from his bag. Phil couldn't decide if his round wiggly butt, or his crinkly floofy butt was cuter. He put the idea out of his mind for the moment as James waddled up, holding an oldish two-player Star Wars game. "Ah, Battlefront. A true classic." giggled Phil as he popped it into the 360. He sat on the couch next to the James, who had already made himself comfortable, and passed him the second controller.

They only played a few Galactic Conquest battles before the doorbell rang. He handed the delivery man a 20 for the pizza. "What a racket" he muttered to himself as he closed the door bringing the pizza to the table and setting out two plates. The pair sat and ate. "So how's school?" he asked, trying to be casual. "It's ok. It's spring so we do gym every day now." Phil hummed softly, looking at his plate shyly "back in my day, they made everyone shower together. They still do that?" James nodded and chuckled to himself "One of the boys whipped me in the butt with a towel on Friday and--" his anecdote was interrupted by a soft grunt from the leopard, whose tail was rapidly flicking "Oh... yeah... that's pretty funny." James continued to talk about school until they were both stuffed.

"Alright, 8:30, just about time for bed." said Phil, looking at the clock, desperate for a session of pawing. "Awwwh come on! Half an hour." whined the kit, putting on his best puppy dog face. Phil couldn't say no to such an adorable display. "Alright. Half an hour of TV time, but you've got to do something for me.". James nodded in agreement without even asking what he had to do. Phil tossed the plates in the sink and sat on the couch, stopping James as he tried to join him "Uh uh uh. Take your shirts and pants off." James blushed and ear-drooped at this proposition "W... Why?". The leopard smirked in response "Well, because I want you to sit on my lap, and I'm allergic to the detergent your mom uses." The fox wagged and smiled "Oh. Ok!" and began to strip, giving Phil his first good look at the young fox. He had a small, lanky form. A little bit of muscle, but overall slender and feminine. His coat was primarily blue, with a white snout, and black hands and feet-paws. He was wearing a thick, white tape-up diaper, and Phil had to restrain himself from making the fox strip down all the way.

"Very good, now hop on up." He said, perhaps sounding a little more excited than he intended. James obliged him, hopping onto his lap and sitting down, directing his attention to the cartoons playing on the TV. Phil couldn't believe his luck. The boy had only been there less than 2 hours, and he was already closer than he had ever been to relieving the burning desire in his heart. He wrapped his paws around his sides and gently rubbed them, causing James to giggle and wiggle his rump against the leopard's sheath. "Hehe... that tickles." said James happily. Phil didn't respond, too busy sniffing over the kit's head, inhaling his scent and stifling moans and murrs. He continued to rub the pup, feeling his sides, his waist, his belly, his chest, just about everything above his bottom half, getting harder and harder (though thankfully, James couldn't feel it through his padding.) He tried several times to make the move: to rub over the front of his diaper, to slide his paw in and feel that forbidden fruit. But every time he hesitated.

Eventually, the credits marked 9 o'clock. "Alright, time for bed buddy." James ear-drooped and whined, but nodded. Getting up to go to bed, but not before giving Phil a big hug. "Nini, Uncle Phil.". "Nini, James." He smiled, watching his poofy bum as he left the room and went to bed. Phil waited about 20 minutes, only giving himself light strokes and squeezes over the front of his shorts. Eventually, he couldn't wait anymore and got up, tiptoeing up the stairs and into the fox's room. He was fast asleep. The leopard sat down on the dresser beside the bed and slowly pulled his shorts and boxer-briefs to his knees, his already rock-hard cock flopping out and oozing pre-cum.

He wrapped his paw around his 8 inches of feline-hood and began to stroke it gently, murring softly as he watched the kit sleep, his bare tummy rising and falling, his padding keeping his legs spread slightly. He began to pant as he thought of all the things he would do with the pup, stroking faster, his pent up orgasm approaching quickly. He slowly opened the dresser and grabbed a sock, threading it over his cock as he continued to paw. He very slowly walked over to the side of the bed and fell to his knees, still stroking as he reached his paw up to do what he had failed to do before. He gently ran his paw up and down the kit's thighs, churring in satisfacting as he felt the soft fur in his paw, his cock spasming in electric pleasure. He closed his maw and stiffled a soft mewl, quickly approaching release as he slid his paw up to cup the boy's crotch, shuddering with bliss as he gently rubbed it, before falling softly into a sitting position, giving himself long strokes, unwilling to restrain his passion any longer. He covered his snout and grunted softly into his paw, filling the sock with his rope after rope of his musky seed, soaking it and thickening the air with the scent of sex. He panted softly and stood up, giving the pup one last fondle. "Tomorrow, Pup. Tomorrow." and he tiptoed off to bed.