This story features a solo yiff scene and a fantasy scene between two males.
Trevor cast his bleary eyes to the car’s clock for the third time in the last fifteen minutes.
3:35
AM
He
sighed and shut off the radio. He was
nervous about going into his apartment because he knew his roommate would still
be up. He’d never come home this late
before, and he’d never come home from a night like tonight before either. He figured he might was well get this over
with, and got out of the car. He caught
his reflection in the rear-view mirror as he stood. He realized he didn’t look half-bad, and for the first time in
his life he thought he could see what someone would see in him.
When
at his apartment door, he turned the key very slowly so as to make as little
noise as possible. His slipped inside
and shut the door quietly. He got about
halfway through the living room before his roommate commented,
“You’re
home late, Trev.”
Trevor
gulped; at least Lewis hadn’t turned around.
The short, slightly pudgy wolf’s eyes were still fixed on the computer
screen. From here, Trevor couldn’t tell
if he was working on homework or just surfing the net. Not quite sure what to say, he stumbled out,
“Um,
yeah guess so.”
The
hesitancy in his voice was what got Lewis’ attention. The little wolf turned around slowly, his eyes going big as they
took in his vulpine roomie.
He
didn’t know what was more surprising.
He’s never seen Trevor wear anything quite like what he had on now. The fox was wearing the tightest leather
pants Lewis had ever seen; they showed off every curve of the fox’s trim
body. The tight, mesh shirt showed off
Trevor’s chest very nicely, and the leather collar showed in stark contrast to
the white fur of his throat. More than
the outfit though, Lewis was struck by how…rumpled the fox appeared. His headfur was a mess, his face looked
dirty, and his tail was very untidy.
For Trevor, having his tail’s fur not perfectly groomed was really
odd.
Lewis
set his reading glasses down on his mouse pad and stood up.
“Trevor,
what happened to you??”
Trevor
sagged a bit, and made his way to sit down on the couch. Inside, he had been wondering what to tell
Lewis. He could have been evasive and
just run off to his room, but it’d be so obvious that tonight had not been a
normal night out. Trevor had worn this
outfit before, but he always left before Lewis came home from class, and
returned early in the evening because nothing ever happened. Usually when he came home, Lewis had gone
back out to the library or computer lab.
In
the end, Trevor decided to tell Lewis all about his night. He needed someone to talk to about a night
this amazing. It might as well be his
roommate. The two had become good
friends in the last year, although they still didn’t really know very much
about each other.
Lewis
joined Trevor on the couch, and sat in rapt attention as the fox told him of a
night of being hunted, rescued by a real hunk of a wolf, and lust-filled
sex. The wolf shifted uncomfortably on
the couch as his sheath filled with arousal at the tale. He’d always thought Trevor was a rather shy
type. He had no idea he was capable of
displaying this much sexuality, in either his dress or his actions.
When
he was finished, Trevor stood up. “I’m
going to bed now. I don’t know if I’ll
be able to sleep though. Wheeee,” he
giggled, “I’m still so excited. I can’t
believe this happened to me.”
Lewis
had to smile a bit at his friend’s enthusiasm even though he ached inside.
“Um,
are you going to call them?”
Trevor
stopped, and pulled out the two little pieces of paper in pocket of his tight
pants. He had two phone numbers because
the three of them had agreed to exchange numbers. He was only interested in one though, his handsome rescuer. He looked at Sinclair’s messy paw writing
and smiled with the memory of the gentle giant.
“Yeah,
I’m going to call one of them.”
As
Trev turned to go to his room, Lewis asked him,
“Love…or
something like it?”
The
fox stopped and thought.
“I
don’t know yet. All I know is, he was
really sweet to me, and I definitely want to see him again.”
“Ah,”
Lewis smiled.
Trevor
smiled back and made his way back to his room.
When
Lewis heard the door shut behind the fox, he sighed. He sat up a little bit and slipped his shorts down. He pushed them down to his ankles, and then
leaned back again. He looked at the
hard, canine cock sticking up from his sheath, half obscured by his little,
round belly. Trevor’s story had really
gotten to him, in more ways than one.
He looked around for a minute, a little worried about doing this in the
living room. He figured he was pretty
safe from being disturbed. Trevor was
his only roommate, and he’d most likely be in his room a while even if he
didn’t go to sleep.
With
a stifled whimper, Lewis took hold of his wolfhood. He gently ran his fingertips over its surface; it throbbed under
his touch as he teased himself. He
wrapped his paw around his shaft and began to slowly slide it up and down. He didn’t grip yet; he loved to feel a
gentle stroking on his member for now.
He softly stroked at himself, whimpering softly, his tail trying to wag
against the couch making him shift his rump about. He reached down with his other paw and began to fondle his full
balls. It had been some time since he’d
pawed off, and his balls ached with need now.
He gasped as he gave his balls a little squeeze.
He
lay there for several minutes, just stroking and squeezing himself gently. The young wolf closed his eyes and let his
head rest against the soft pillows of the old couch. His mind started to wander to his beautiful roommate. In his mind, Trevor came out of his room to
be with him. He left the wolf who had
so impressed him behind on the computer to pay attention to Lewis instead. Lewis whimpered as he imagined the
scene. He could see it so clearly as he
slowly ran his soft-furred paw up and down his shaft.
In
his mind, Lewis saw Trevor walked across the living room toward him. The fox’s perfect form was outlined in the
half-light from his bedroom door. Lucky
for the fantasizing wolf, he knew exactly what the object of his desire looked
like naked. He had accidentally walked in
on Trevor pawing off one day when the hapless fox had forgotten to lock his door. For a precious few seconds, Lewis had gotten
a full view of what the pretty fox looked like in the throes of passion. Of course, Trevor had been painfully
embarrassed and instantly hid himself with a thick blanket. The fox had held a special place in Lewis’
heart for some time before that, and now he had fueled that even more by
getting to the wolf on a very primal level as well.
The
wolf could see perfectly in his rampant imagination. Trevor walked across the room to Lewis’ side, oohing as he watched
his cuddly roommate masturbate. Lewis
licked his lips as he carefully watched the fox’s plump sheath. The vulpine pawed himself to full hardness
as he stepped between Lewis’ parted legs.
He leaned down close to Lewis, his furry cheek tickling the wolf’s ear a
bit as he whispered, “I love you, my sexy wolf.”
The
lusty figment’s paws roamed over Lewis’ chest, tweaking his nipples then
caressing his soft, ample belly. Lewis
whimpered as Trevor teased him in his mind.
The little wolf squeezed his eyes shut for a second as he slowly ran his
fingertips over the crown of his cockhead.
Sometimes
he thought about how much he’d love the beautiful fox to make love to him,
slowly and romantically. Then there
were other times, like now, when he was so turned on and pent up. As he imagined Trevor rubbing his wonderful,
thick cockhead under his balls, he begged Trevor in a whisper to mount him hard
and cum inside him.
“As
you wish, sexy boy,” Trevor whispered in his ear.
Lewis
stroked his shaft up and down; achingly slow, as he wanted this to last. He moved one paw between his legs, his
fingers moved towards his tailhole as he imagined Trevor’s perfect cockhead
pressing against his tight anal ring.
His little belly jiggled a little as he lifted his legs up to press his
fingers against his opening. His tail
wriggled in excitement against the couch as he took a deep breath.
The
fantasy fox drove his long, thick cock deep inside the quivering wolf. Lewis could not fully suppress a slight cry
as he thought of the solid foxmeat opening him up. He bit down to keep from whimpering too loud as the pain of being
spread open radiated from under his tail, and was then replaced with extreme
pleasure as he touched himself deep inside.
Lewis’ wolfhood drooled precum as he pressed against his prostate and
slowly stroked himself.
The
wolf quivered and shook as he thought of Trevor violently humping him. He could almost feel Trev’s thick, eight
inches pounding into him, opening him up again and again.
“Ohhh,
fuck,” Lewis cried out as he came.
The
gray wolf’s short, chubby cock spurted hard, sending a thick stream of wolfseed
over Lewis’ shoulder. The next few
spurts were progressively less powerful, but coated the canid’s chest and belly
in sticky cum.
Lewis
panted for several seconds, still holding his limp cock in one paw as the
fingers of his other paw slipped from his self-ravaged ass. He almost forgot he wasn’t safe in his room
as stretched and enjoyed the afterglow until…
“Wow,
that was cool.”
Lewis
sat bolt upright, his eyes locking with those of his roommate.
Trevor
was standing there, watching in amazement.
He was wearing only his thin boxers, and he was very obviously
aroused.
“I
mean, I’ve never been able to cum so hard by pawing myself. That looked awesome!”
Trevor
grinned wildly, obviously enthusiastic to discover his roommate was a sexual
being after all. Up until now, he’d
wondered if the little wolf only used his cock to relieve himself.
“I-I-I,”
Lewis stuttered, jumping off the couch and pulling his shorts back up over his
sticky crotch.
Trevor
walked towards him, reaching out to hug him, telling him it was okay, everybody
did it. Lewis panicked. He didn’t know how long Trevor had been
standing there, he didn’t know if he had seen him using his fingers on himself,
and worst of all, he didn’t know if Trevor had heard him beg to be mounted by
him. He blushed furiously, and just as
the fox was about to hug him and comfort him, Lewis bolted. Trevor almost fell over as the frantic wolf
ran for the safety of his room.
Once
inside, he slammed and locked the door.
He fell against the closed door, tears streaming down his muzzle. He could hear Trevor pawing gently at the
door. His canine ears couldn’t block
out the sound of his soft and sweet voice, so full of concern.
“I’m
sorry Lewis. I didn’t mean to scare
you…please come out?”
“Just
leave me alone,” Lewis moaned then threw himself into bed. He covered his head with blankets and
pillows, trying to drown out the world and what had just happened.
Outside
the locked bedroom door, Trevor sighed.
He didn’t know what to do or say in this situation. He was never good at comforting people, as
he had so rarely been comforted himself.
He thought maybe if Lewis really wanted to be alone now, he wouldn’t
push him to talk.
The
fox’s tail drooped as he went back to his own room.
He
sighed, sitting down in front of his computer to say goodnight to his new
friend.
Sinclair
>>Trevor?
Sinclair
>>Everything all right?
TrevFox
>>I don’t know…