Friday, 3/11/23

	“Best 3 out of 5.”

	“Oh, are we doubling the punishment when you lose?”

	Claude grit his teeth. “You’re on.” The white-furred boy gripped his controller, selecting the ‘rematch’ option.
	
	Xavier’s tail, a darting streak of crimson, tickled Claude’s ear, distracting him as the match started. “I’m looking forward to hearing you beg for mercy, noob.”

	The game restarted, both cubs spawning into the middle of the stage, swords in hand. Claude jumped in, playing recklessly and allowing Xavier to take an early lead with easy disarms and kills. The red-furred fox boy nearly made it to the final screen before Claude was able to refocus and push him back. The duel dragged on, both boys deeply focused, the stage’s corridors ringing with the sound of steel on steel and drowned in their pixelated blood after dozens of deaths each. Claude’s offenses were all turned back at the last second, bogged down in narrow corridors where he kept dropping his weapon. He was getting tilted, making careless mistakes and allowing Xavier to make it to the final screen again. Frustrated, as his friend’s character jumped up to a high ledge, Claude threw his blade, laser-focused on the timing.

	He missed.

	Xavier ran him through effortlessly, progressing to the victory screen and ending the match.

	“That’s 2-0 for me! With how confident you were in that bet, I figured you’d win at least once.”

	Claude flattened his ears, a scarlet blush barely visible through his icy white fur. “Whatever. Can we at least wait until after dinner? I don’t want to look weird in front of your parents.”

	Xavier smirked, a white tooth peeking out from his smug expression. “Nope!” The red fox boy chirped. “Punishment time is now. Get those pants off!”

	Reluctantly, Claude slid both his pants and undies down his legs, revealing his pale white sheath to his best friend. He rolled his eyes, trying to conceal his racing heart rate. “Fine, just get it over with, I guess.”

	The crimson fox’s paws latched themselves around Claude’s bits, poking and prodding until his friend’s penis emerged from its sheath. An odd and invasive feeling. Claude had never had anyone’s paws down there besides his own. “Let me know when you’re about to pop.” Xavier says, stroking his friend’s length. “Otherwise we both lose.”

	“I-I know…” Claude huffs, already drowning in the unknown feeling of his friend’s touch. A week and a half of celibacy didn’t seem that long on paper, but now that he was faced with it, Claude’s dick was eager for some release. His friend’s paws rubbed along his length, each pump pulling him closer to the familiar feeling of orgasm.

	“Haah…” Claude moaned, already close to cumming despite the short period of stimulation. “Ah, ah, wait! Stop!” He begged, his penis desperately twitching and eager for more despite his words.

	“Wow, that was fast.” The red fox chided. “You sure you don’t want me to finish you off? You feel like you’re really close…” He gave Claude’s knot a gentle squeeze, prompting a squeal from the other kit.

	“I’m not gonna lose after a couple days, yeesh.” he said, fixing Xavier with the nastiest glare he could manage while still dripping pre into his friend’s paws. The white fox flicked his pants back up, tensing at the fabric’s touch on his privates. “You’re just playing dirty because you know you’re going to lose.”

	“In your dreams, you’re way more of a horndog, dude.” The red fox teased, heedless of the fact that he was now pitching a tent himself. He sat down next to his friend, giving Claude a push on the shoulder. “You want to go another round?”

	Claude flushed. “I said I’m not-”

	“The video game, doofus! I’ll be merciful and let you off the hook for the double or nothing, I just wanna show you the extra stages.”

	“Hmmph… fine.”

	The blur of virtual combat was a welcome distraction. By dinnertime, both boys had nearly gone soft.

---

Tuesday, 14/11/23

	*BZZZZZZ*

	Claude jogged to a stop, tongue lolling out of his maw in abject exhaustion. Physically, he was utterly spent, but at least it had been worth it. The scrimmage’s scoreboard put the arctic kit’s team up by a single point. He cast a triumphant look across the court, eyes locking on Xavier. The scarlet boy, though just as winded, looked downright miserable.

	“Good hustle today boys! Practice dismissed, see you all on Thursday!”

	The mass of cubs that was the school basketball team filtered into the locker room. The off-white tiles echoed with idle chit-chat; how bad coach’s foul calls were, whether they’d get a snow day this month, the history test on Friday, and so on. 

	Both fox kits tuned out the background noise. Though they’re used to showering together after practice, both had chosen opposite sides of the communal shower, facing the wall in hopes of hiding the their erections. Xavier waited for the other kits to leave with a lead ball in his stomach. Claude’s paws were shaking as he washed the suds out of his fur and dried himself. Ironically, despite winning the bet over the scrimmage, the white fox was rock-hard himself. His ears fixated on sound that indicated the other boys were leaving the locker room, until the foxes were completely alone. 

	“...Claude? Any chance we could do best two out of three?”

	The edges of Claude’s mouth ticked upward, a hint of mischief in his expression despite his nervousness. “Not a chance, and you know it. Get over here.”

	Xavier joined his friend on a locker room bench. The red fox’s ears drooped, tail tucked between his legs. The boy’s erect cock lead the way, as he took a seat next to Claude and spread his legs, he dripped a bead of precum onto the floor. He took a breath. “Okay, do it.”

	Claude didn’t waste any time, wrapping his paw around his best friend’s penis and beginning to stroke. It felt strange, touching another boy like this. It was probably just how pent up he was, but Claude was enthralled by it. The red fox suppressed a moan, already twitching and dripping into his friend’s paw. Claude’s pulse was racing; maybe it was Xavier’s obvious neediness at his touch, but his heart was hammering in his chest.

	Xavier’s claws dug into the underside of the bench, clenched tight in an attempt to stop himself from humping into Claude’s paw. It had only been a few seconds, but the scarlet boy could no longer stop himself from openly moaning, his dick throbbing frantically in a desperate bid for release. “St-staaah…” Xavier tried to say, cutting himself off as an especially fat bead of precum escaped him.

	“What’s that?” Claude teased. He was too enamored with Xavier to notice, but the white fox was dripping a veritable fountain of pre down his own shaft.

	“Stop!” The red kit managed to shout, chest heaving as Claude withdrew his paw. The cub whined, futility humping as his dick twitched in the empty air. “Hmmmmmph!” He leaned back, painting the tiles with another clear droplet before his body started to calm down. 
	
	Claude stared at his paw, still damp with his friend’s fluids. He looked back at the panting cub and his rock-hard, needy dick. “You sure you don’t want me to finish you off?”

	The red fox scowled, ears flattened back against his head. “Dude, no way I’m gonna lose that easy! You look like you’re ready to squirt too, and nobody even touched you! I’ve got this in the bag!”

	Claude flushed, covering himself with his tail and shivering at the light touch of his fur against his shaft. The pair got dressed in silence, Xavier still frowning all the while. Claude winced as he stuffed his erection into his undies. Xavier was right, the white kit was already struggling and he hadn’t even lost the latest bet. The white fox’s mind kept drifting back to Xavier, hot and needy, ready to cum in his paw. A pressing, insistent thought. Clearly, the arctic kit decides, it’s an affirmation that he’s going to win. 

---

Friday, 24/11/23

	“Wow, a 95%! Xavier, great job!”

	The red fox kit pouted, his mom’s praise dampened by the 97% test sitting at the bottom of Claude’s backpack. The pair of foxes made small talk with Xavier’s parents in their living room, discussing dinner plans, bedtime, and the like, before making their way upstairs to the young red fox’s room.

	Xavier shed his backpack and flopped onto his bed, arms crossed. “Claude, you definitely cheated! I don’t know how you did it, but you never score that high!”

	The white kit stuck out his tongue. “Not my fault you were too horny to study! Maybe you should hurry up and bust so you can focus on your schoolwork.” In truth, while both boys had studied harder than usual in light of their bet, Claude had been almost obsessive, studying harder than he ever had in his life. It had been worth it, but only barely.

	“I’m n-not gonna lose…” Xavier mumbled, scrunching his eyes shut and shimmying his bottoms down inch by slow inch. The red fox’s dick popped free of his underwear, already at full mast. It might just be the light, but it looked redder than usual, swollen and leaking much as it had been for the past few weeks. With his waistband around his knees, Xavier stopped, crossing his arms once more.

	“Can I start?” Claude asks, putting a paw on Xavier’s thigh. Visions of the red fox’s penis had been dancing in his head for the past week, whenever he was taking a shower or waking up with a debilitating case of morning wood. His heart hammered again, fingers itching to touch it.

	“...Can you promise me something first?”

	“What?”

	“If I ask you anything while you’re doing this, can you ignore it? Like… if I jerk myself off, I obviously lose but, y’know. I’m saying upfront that I don’t want you to make me cum.”

	Claude blinked. Xavier still wasn’t looking at him. It was sort of against the rules, but…

	“Okay, if that’s what you want.”

	Receiving a nod from the other fox, Claude was finally able to wrap his paw around Xavier’s member again. He gave it a gentle squeeze, enjoying the firm but yielding texture of it along with the red kit’s spiking body heat.

	“Ooooooh…” the red fox moaned, lightly pumping his hips as Claude started jacking him. His head lolled back, chest heaving as he tried to hold out against what his body wanted.

	Claude leaned in closer, the tip of his nose nearly touching the other boy’s penis. In spite of the fact that neither would be finishing, he felt a little jealous.  Xavier’s dick was so responsive to him, bouncing and thrusting into his paw, telling him without words just how much its needy owner wanted to cum. Claude’s penis, similarly, hadn’t felt the least big of relief in weeks. He almost wished he’d flunked the test, just to feel his friend’s paw on his boyhood.

	Terrified, but to invested to do anything else, the arctic fox slipped his free paw down to the front of his pants, rubbing his own erection through the fabric. That was a bad, bad sign, he could easily cum in his pants like this, but Xavier feels so good Maybe failing wouldn’t be so bad if they both did it. It’s be nice, seeing his best friend shoot out all that cum he’d be saving up, blowing it all over his face…

	“Ooooh Claude PLEASE!!” The red kit shouted, his balls drawing tight against his body. His knot has started swelling

	“You close?” Claude gave his friend’s tip a squeeze, just a tad harder than he probably should have.

	Xavier’s voice dropped to a whisper “Please please please….” His eyes locked on Claude’s, his expression one of absolute desperation as he begs his friend, over and over. He wouldn’t say it outright, but he wants to cum right now more than winning a month-long challenge, or a bet, or anything else in the world.

	Claude realized that he could do it, easily. He could get both of them off right here, and damn the consequences.

	Then again, Xavier wouldn’t do the same if the situation was reversed.

	He took his paw away.

	“NO!” the scarlet boy shouted, paws balled up against his face as he humps the air. He let out a single sob before turning on his side, stuffing his face into a pillow. “No no no nooooo….”

	Claude sat at the edge of the bed, awkwardly wondering what to do. He’d stopped stroking himself, but his undies were already sporting a wet spot. “Xavier? You okay?”

	“Okay? I feel like I’m going fucking crazy here!” Tears pricked at the corner of the boy’s eyes. His dick twitched, spilling a clear drop of fluid flecked with white, and making him groan. “This is gonna hurt so bad later… you didn’t have to do it that much, jerk.”

	Claude’s ears drooped. He cradled his paws in his lap, fidgeting as he considered his options. He could offer to end this right now, alleviate the agony that his friend was feeling, and try to call off the bet. Despite this, though, the white kit had spent the past few weeks obsessing over his best friend, his own needs prompting thoughts of Xavier’s dick pumping out thick white ropes of cum. Xavier might’ve been the one to teach Claude how to touch himself, but this was… different, and it might be different in a bad way. Even if it wasn’t right, Claude didn’t want these feelings to end just yet.

	Besides, Xavier would never be that merciful in his position.

	“Man, December 1st is going to feel so good, though.”

	The red fox gave him a bitter smile. “Yeah man, I’m gonna bust, like, ten times in a row.” His voice was weak, and he covertly wiped a tear from his cheek. “I can make it.”

	“Yeah, we’re gonna make it. Let’s ease up on challenges until the month’s up though, deal? Also, cold shower?”

	The boy on the bed nodded. Casually stripping out of his school clothes, he walked, still hard as a rock, to the nearby washroom. Claude, still equally hard, was left to stew in his friend’s bedroom. He let himself fall face-first into the blankets, taking a deep breath and filling his nose with Xavier’s scent. The white kit’s body, reacting on its own, gave a single hump against the mattress. He tensed, frantically trying to relax, mind ablaze with the knowledge that a single wrong movement would have him cumming buckets into his pants. Was this how Xavier felt? Could his best friend possibly feel the same way about him? The thought of such a thing kept him in absolute torment until the scarlet boy returned, still naked but only half-erect, and freed up the shower.

	Claude stumbled into the washroom, undressing with the grace of a toddler before throwing himself into the icy waters. He clung to them like a lifeline, desperate to douse the fire inside his body, eating him alive. He could hold on for one more week. Just one more week….

---

Thursday, 30/11/23

	For everyone else, it was a mundane evening. Arranging a sleepover on a school night was tough, but Claude had begged and pleaded until he was finally given permission. The boys made polite small-talk with Claude’s mom and dad. The arctic fox’s father ordered a pizza for them. They watched a forgettable action movie with just enough explosions and cheesy one-liners to distract them for a few hours. As the clock crept closer and closer to midnight, the boys were forced upstairs, brushing off any scoldings of ‘school night’ or ‘good night’s sleep’.

	The last thing they were worried about was sleep.

	They passed the last few hours in quiet whispers, lit only by Claude’s childhood night-lights as they discussed sports, what they wanted for Christmas, and the girls in their class (Claude staying mostly silent for that one). Anything to file down the remaining minutes. Both boys had stripped off their shirts by 11. Their pants followed not too long afterward. Underwear stayed on for a while after that, despite the tents and wet spots both were sporting. Xavier made an effort to avert his gaze. Claude didn’t. Shortly after 11:50, neither could take it anymore, and both undergarments were discarded onto the bedroom floor. They lay there together, naked, needy, and dripping as the final strech crawled by. 

	“Man, this is the longest 10 minutes of my life.” Xavier groaned, sinking his claws into Claude’s bedsheets. He spread his legs, his erection flopping into view through the dim light. “Feels like I’m gonna drench your bed, dude.”

	“I’ll wash the blankets.” Claude’s eyes were glued to Xavier’s dick, taking in every slick, eager inch of red flesh. His own bowels spasmed in response; he wasn’t even being touched and still felt like he was going to empty his balls any second.

	“Feels like I’m swollen after a month of this. Hey does my dick look bigger than usual?”

	“Dunno…” Claude gulped. His eyes remained locked on his friend’s member. The shape, the barely-visible blood vessels, the vibrant color even against his red fur, it was captivating. Who cared how big it was, it was Xavier’s, and it was great. The white furred boy reached over, gingerly running a paw across his friend’s thigh until he could cradle his balls. As softly as he could, he rolled them over in his paw, feeling their firmness in his friend’s tight sack. 

	Xavier groaned, pressing his testes into the other boy’s grip. 

	“Too much?”

	“’S okay, as long as you don’t touch my dick, I think I’m fine. Bigger than usual?”

	“Kinda.” Claude fibbed. He couldn’t care less. All he was focused on the feeling of his friend, the other boy’s testicles pulling up into his body. He felt incredible. How would his balls feel when he finally gets to unload? Would he let him keep holding them? Would it be weird to ask?

	11:55.

	“Can we agree to never do this again?”

	Claude chuckled, but at the same time his chest hurt. The past month had been hell, but getting to see Xavier so pent up? Not only that but to touch him, almost to the point of ecstasy? The idea of never teasing, or touching the red fox again in so intimate a way made Claude’s heart ache. “What are you, chicken?” He taunted, burying his feelings.

	“Let’s see how you like it, if you think I’m a chicken…” Xavier grumbled, reaching down and roughly fondling Claude’s balls. The arctic fox practically melted, feeling his best friend’s paws on his bits again. If Xavier had been a gentler, he might’ve popped right there. 

	“I… hah, feels really good…” Claude murmured, eyes locked on Xavier as he scooched closer to the other boy. It might have been playing with fire, but as long as his dick, soaked in pre and suffused with a bone-deep ache, remained untouched, he could hang on a little longer. Claude continued to fondle his friend’s nuts, imagining all of the sperm swimming inside, looking for a way out. 

	11:58.

	“Yeah, kinda makes it less achy, at least for me.” Xavier moved closer in turn, until the boys were practically forehead-to-forehead. The closeness made the mutual groping easier, if nothing else. Both were breathing heavily. Xavier’s eyes were glued to the clock, but Claude found it difficult to look away from his friend’s face. 

	Claude brushed a pawpad against the bottom of Xavier’s dick, feather-light, but enough to feel how thick and hot his knot already was.

	“What’re you-”

	11:59.

	“We’re almost there…” Claude gasped, eyes glassy with need. “Just a little…” His free paw found his own dick, resting on it in a ready position that nearly drove him mad. Xavier did the same, the boys locking eyes as they prepared to finally finish out the month.

	“How many more seconds?”

	“Dunno.” Claude had already started stroking himself, damn the consequences. Xavier was naked, in his bed, about to nut all over the white fox’s most personal space. The room reeked of early pubescent hormones, and Claude couldn’t stop himself anymore.

	Xavier joined him, paw moving up and down,. “A little more, just a little…”

	Claude stroked faster, and Xavier followed shortly thereafter. Both were positively burning inside, soaked, panting, and at their limit.

	“I can’t-”

	Friday, 01/12/23

	Both boys squeezed their cocks as hard as possible, finally able to apply as much pressure as they wanted. The last walls of resistance fell away, and a month’s worth of need crushed them all at once.

	“HAH!”

	“OOH, OOOOH!”

	They were loud, but neither cared. Semen was already bubbling up from their prostates, and there was no stopping it now. Claude’s brain burned with weeks worth of feelings. Xavier’s hot breath was on his face, the red fox’s dick inches from his own and also in the process of cumming, finally, after so long. 

	“AAAAH!”

	Xavier squirted.

	The first of many ropes of white seed to come, but it soaked into Claude’s belly fur, white against white and so essentially Xavier’s. The other boy’s face was a mask of comfort, relief, he was beautiful-

	-He was beautiful and Claude was kissing him, lips and tongues meeting in a chaotic tangle as Claude was cumming too, entire body clenching as his seed sprayed onto his bed, his best friend.

	Claude tasted Xavier’s tongue, wrestled with it as they painted each other in sprays of white, bodies so drunk with pleasure and relief that neither could make a conscious action. 

	They came buckets, both of them, soaking the bedspread and each other  as the pleasure simply won’t stop. Waves and waves pass as the orgasm lasts longer than either had experienced before. Both the boys dicks pressed on, shot after shot, ready to empty themselves as deeply as possible. 

	The kiss turned from passionate to clumsy to almost familiar. Even as their orgasms subsided, Xavier didn’t pull away. The pair pressed their lips together even as exhaustion hit them, their bodies utterly spent as they lay in ayers of each other’s cum.

	Claude waited for his friend to say something, anything, but no reply came. As the haze of lust lifted, the arctic kit felt doubts creep in. How could he have done that? Kissing another boy? That was ridiculous, what was he-

	Xavier planted  a peck on Claude’s forehead, drawing the other boy into an embrace. Despite being soaked in semen and sweat, Claude let himself relax into his friend’s arms.

	“Okay, quick nap, then round two.” Xavier said, cuddling his best friend close to his chest. “I only got to touch you like once this month, and I want another shot at it.”

	Claude could’ve cried. He held it together though, pressing into Xavier’s embrace instead. As the pair cuddled, their dicks pressed themselves together between them. They drifted off for a light nap, softly humping into each other. Their libidos would awake them again soon enough.