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Then, they had landed in Neuva Vizcaya in The Mexican Empire and transferred to a smaller jet that had still been relatively safe looking, but Max’s anxiety had gotten worse when he found out the plane’s seats were divided into one row of two and one row of one, and of course Martin and Elijah had sat next to each other!\n\nBut when they had landed at La Bahia International and transferred to the rickety twin engine plane that would take them to an airstrip near Martin’s family’s ranch, Max had nearly broken down and demanded to go home. Only the thought of how much Elijah would make fun of him for being a scared little baby had gotten him on that plane.\n\nMax briefly opened his eyes, Martin was eagerly looking out the window at the Tejican countryside with his bushy tail wagging furiously, but the jackal was pleased to note that Elijah looked distinctly nauseous and scared.\n\n“Look! Max! Look! Y’all can see Vulture City! That’s where my grandparents' grandparents are from! Max? Y’all feelin’ ok?”\n\n“I’m not nervous!” Max squeaked nervously and opened his eyes, he wondered if he should declare his undying love for Martin before they crashed, then maybe their spirits could be boyfriends in The Land of the Dead. The plane gave a huge sideways jounce and Elijah yowled in terror. This was followed by a stomach emptying drop when the plane fell like a stone. Wisps of grey cloud streaked by the window and the plane shook and vibrated ominously as the cabin turned dark.\n\n“Y’all boys buckle up back there,” the prairie dog pilot bellowed from the front.\n\n“It’s always like this once we get over Tejas,” Martin talked to Max over the back of the small, patched seat and munched on a candy bone, “Want one?”\n\nMax shook his head as the cabin strobed with lightning. He wondered if he could hyperventilate until he was unconscious. Elijah screeched as the plane rose hard enough for the wings to visibly flex downwards and then sank the same distance in a split second.\n\n“M-maybe you should put y-your seatbelt on,” Max stammered. Martin shrugged and buckled back up.\n\nThe plane seemed to dive and they broke through the clouds, the ground seeming to rush up to greet them. Max grabbed Martin’s paw over the back of the seat and began muttering a prayer to Anubis. The plane roughly slammed to the gravel airstrip with a gritty crunch and careened to a stop.\n\n“Y’all wasn’t ascared were y’all?” Martin asked brightly as they clambered down the small ramp formed by the open hatch.\n\n“No,” Max said weakly, “it’s um, tradition to pray before landing.”\n\n“What about y’all, ‘lijah? Y’all’re awful quiet.”\n\nElijah responded by loudly vomiting onto the airstrip.\n--\n\nWhen Martin had invited Max to visit his family’s ranch in Tejas for a week, he’d immediately agreed even after finding out Elijah would be coming along too.\n\nHowever, when the tall, white-furred serval had cornered him on his walk home from Temple School the day before they were due to leave, Max had fully been ready to call the whole thing off. Although he later told himself he definitely would have stood up to Elijah, that it was what Cass and Gai would have told him to do, he was actually really scared of the feline and wasn’t very good with confrontation.\n\n“We need to talk,” Elijah had said seriously and taken off his glasses to polish them, it was the kind of adult gesture that just made Elijah seem much older, despite only being thirteen.\n\n“Um, what about?” Max had squeaked shyly, trying not to be too obvious about looking around for someone older in case he needed help, not that he thought Elijah would actually get violent.\n\n“I know you don’t like me,” Elijah started.\n\n“What?! No, what?” Max said unconvincingly.\n\n“It’s fine, I don’t really like you either, but for whatever reason Martin does. I think while we’re in Tejas we should try and keep things, I dunno, neutral I guess,” Elijah finished, “Martin’s really excited to see his family again and he doesn’t need us fighting over him and causing drama.”\n\nMax nodded, “Ok, that’s a good idea.”\n\n“Truce?” Elijah stuck out a slender, white-furred paw. Max hesitantly shook it and found that Elijah shook hands like an adult too, three brisk pumps.\n\nThe serval sighed, “Maybe we could work on, I dunno, not hating each other while we’re out there.”\n\n“I’d like that,” Max felt his face go hot, he could kind of see why Martin was so horny for the serval boy.\n--\n\n“[i]¡Mijo![/i]” Martin’s grandmother, a short, lean, grey muzzled coyote with her headfur in a long braid and wearing paint spattered overalls, stepped forward with her arms spread wide.\n\n“[i]¡Abuela![/i]” Martin yipped happily and jumped into her arms. She hugged the little coyote tightly and swung him from side to side, smothering him with kisses on his snout and knocking his hat off his head. Martin blushed, looked back at Max and Elijah and bashfully said something in rapid fire Tejican that Max assumed was along the lines that she was embarrassing him in front of his friends.\n\nNext to her, Martin’s grandfather, was a tall, lanky, serious-faced coyote, whose rich auburn fur was shot through with grey, he was wearing faded jeans, a silk shirt with a bolo tie, and the nicest black cowboy hat Max had ever seen, complete with a turquoise studded hatband with a hawk feather stuck in it. Max thought he was more than a little intimidating and decided to be at his absolute, meeting-the-temple-elders politest.\n\n“[i]Yaateh[/i], little Martin,” his grandfather said in a serious voice with an accent different than Martin’s and his grandmother’s and held out a large, chapped, weather-beaten paw. Martin looked shyly down at his small, worn-in cowboy boots and hesitantly held out his own tiny paw, then yipped in surprise when the old man broke into a smile and pulled back his hand before sweeping Martin up in a crushing bear hug.\n\n“[i]Acheii[/i]!” Martin yipped as his grandfather hugged him as enthusiastically as his grandmother. The tall coyote set him down and looked him up and down with an appraising look, then said something in a language that didn’t sound at all like Tejican, Martin looked bashful again and replied haltingly in the same language, but whatever he had said earned him another beaming smile from the old man.\n\nMax stood ramrod straight and perked up his tall ears when both elderly coyotes turned their attention towards him and Elijah, he nearly raised his paw in genuflection before remembering he wasn’t actually in Temple.\n\n“[i]Yaateh[/i], Max and Elijah, welcome boys,” Martin’s grandfather gave each of them a firm handshake while his grandmother gave each of them a crushing hug.\n\n“Thank you, sir,” Max said in his most steady, politest voice.\n\n“Thank you, sir,” Elijah said firmly.\n\n“Please, call me Grandfather Bisby, boys, everyone does,” the coyote elder said warmly.\n--\n\nThe ride to the Bisby family ranch was a two hour ride in the back of Grandfather Bisby’s ancient but immaculate 197x MCM Vigía pick-up truck. Max didn’t think it was very safe but Martin seemed to take the danger for granted, leaning out the side of the bed and sticking his head into the wind as they bumped and jounced over empty gravel roads. Eventually he convinced the jackal to try it and both canines spent the rest of the ride with their snouts in the wind while a still nauseous Elijah dozed against the tailgate.\n\nHaving spent his entire life amongst the redwoods of California, Max found the open, desolate countryside a little bit scary, they saw few other vehicles, and only a few isolated homes.\n\nFinally, they pulled off onto an even smaller dirt road and drove along a barbed wire fence until they reached a sprawling, pueblo-style farmstead. A neat line of coyotes stood in front of the main house and waved as the big, black truck rolled to a stop. Martin stood up and leaned over the top of the cab, his bushy tail wagging.\n\nMartin was over the side before the truck stopped and ran to his waiting family, tail now a blur. Max and Elijah kept a respectful distance while Martin’s brothers and sisters hugged and kissed him, one tall girl stole his hat and ruffled his head fur.\n\n“Y’all come meet my brothers and sisters!” Martin waved them over, “This is Ben, Finn, Javier, Matilda, Genevieve, Rayford, Judah, and Diego!”\n\nMax and Elijah shook hands with the coyotes, each of them trying to remember the names of Martin’s eight older siblings.\n\nMax got a confusing, whirlwind introduction from the hyperactive Martin: Ben was the oldest, a good natured twenty-one year old with his grandfather’s auburn fur and his long headfur in a thick braid; Finn was fifteen and had a splotch of silver fur across his face and one green and one blue eye; Javier was sixteen, had his right arm in a cast, and an eyepatch and was apparently a rodeo champion; Rayford was Javier’s twin and was quiet and serious; Matilda was a fourteen-year old tomboy who practically crushed Martin’s paw with her handshake; while Genevieve was a thirteen year old tomboy who tried to do the same thing; Judah was seventeen and wore glasses and was apparently some kind of target shooting genius; finally, Diego was eighteen and broad shouldered. Max immediately forgot which one was which.\n--\n\n“Y’all’re some kinda wolf?” the lanky teenage coyote asked laconically as he stuck a sprig of prairie grass between his teeth. Max squeaked and turned around from the wash basin in the mudroom. He had been scrubbing the road dust from his face in the huge sink. The coyote looked like an older, leaner, much more serious Martin, save for a brilliant splotch of silver fur across his left eye and snout. Startled and anxious, the names of all of Martin’s siblings vanished from Max’s mind.\n\n“I’m jackal!” Max blurted out, “[i]A[/i] jackal I mean! A back-blacked jackal, I mean um, I’m a black-backed jackal.”\n\nThe coyote nodded as though he watched people have verbal seizures all the time, “Never met a jackal before.”\n\n“We’re pretty uncommon outside of Africa and California and um, Prussia, I think?” Max tried not to fidget. Javier, or possibly Finn or Judah, nodded slowly and fixed Max with his steely blue and green gaze. The jackal’s knees went watery and he wondered if it was safe to be simultaneously so terrified and turned on.\n\n“Well, y’all are welcome here, lemme know if I can get y’all anything,” the coyote responded and started to head back into the house, “dinner’s almost ready.”\n\n“Thanks um…” Max debated guessing a random name.\n\n“Finn,” the coyote said and winked. Max very nearly fainted.\n--\n\nMax stood by the closed door to Martin’s bedroom door, fists balled, ears flipped back against his skull, fangs bared, and his eyes watering. It wasn’t the first time he’d felt heartbroken and left out by the two of them, but there was supposed to be a truce on while they were here! He had even thought that he and Elijah had had a moment where they might have begun to put aside their mutual antagonism. True, he had fully planned on making a move on Martin but that was different!\n\nNow though, listening to Martin’s yipping moans and the squeaking of the bedsprings, along with Elijah’s purring encouragement, Max wanted to kick in the door and punch Elijah in his stupid cat face! Max’s horribly vivid imagination saw Elijah tricking Martin into letting him actually Do It, then, afterwards, they would both probably talk about what a dumb baby he was.\n\nMax’s vision got blurrier, his modest erection pressed hatefully against the front of his ankh-patterned pajama bottoms and, for a split second, he nearly decided to crack the door open and have an angry hate wank, right here in the hallway, while most probably watching his One True Love happily getting pounded in the butt by a big, gross, cat boner.\n\nJust as Max began reaching for the brass doorknob, a paw fell lightly on his shoulder and he had to clap his own paw over his mouth not to scream. Heart pounding, Max turned around and found himself looking up into Finn’s ice-blue and emerald-green eyes. The Martin’s older brother held a finger up in a hushing gesture and motioned for Max to follow him. When Finn turned around, Max awkwardly adjusted himself, pinning his erection against the waistband of his boxers before padding quietly after the coyote.\n\nFinn led him through the hacienda, pausing to grab a tightly rolled saddle blanket and hand Max a jacket from a hook in the mudroom, then opened the heavy, iron banded door and stepped out into the chilly, black night. They walked a short distance away from the main house and up a small, gently sloped hill.\n\n“Thought y’all might wanna get some fresh air,” the older coyote said quietly, looking up at the brilliant tapestry of stars. Max was grateful for the dark as a few hot tears fell silently from his eyes before he got control of himself. He wasn’t sure he could talk without crying, nor did he have any idea of what he would say to Martin’s brother anyways, and stayed silent.\n\n“D’y’all know any of the constellations?” Finn asked quietly, seemingly out of nowhere, as he reached down and plucked another stalk of grass to stick between his teeth.\n\n“Um, I know the Big Dipper, although I guess we call it The Bull, jackals I mean, although I don’t know if I can see it, there’s a lot more stars out here than back home,” Max had to stop himself from babbling.\n\nFinn nodded, “Always thought it’d be nice to look at the stars with someone else.”\n\n“I’ll um, look at the stars with you,” Max swallowed hard and tried to use his bravest voice.\n\n“Sorry if I startled y’all, I went by y’all’s room and thought maybe y’all were uh, with Marty,” the soft-spoken coyote sounded slightly embarrassed at the last part. Max had to stifle a shrill giggle at hearing Martin called ‘Marty’, which unfortunately made him think about Martin and Elijah again, which in turn made him feel like bursting into tears.\n\nFinn looked uncomfortable and shoved his hands deeper in his pockets, “I didn’t know y’all were uh, those kinda amigos.”\n\n“I guess we’re not,” Max’s voice was bitter and the stars blurred and doubled, he bit the inside of his cheek hard enough to bleed and barely managed to keep from sobbing like a stupid baby.\n\n“I’m [i]erm[/i], sorry to hear that,” Finn sounded totally out of his element but settled a paw on Max’s shoulder and gave him a reassuring squeeze. The jackal took a deep, shaky breath.\n\n“Sorry I’m not very good company right now,” Max’s face scrunched up and another wave of despair and self-loathing washed over him. Finn gave the jackal boy’s shoulder a pat.\n\n“It’s alright. Y’all wanna sit down for a minute?” The older coyote removed his paw from Max’s shoulder and held up the blanket. Max nodded and sniffled, wiping his nose with the sleeve of his jacket. Finn undid the leather straps and unfurled the blanket with an easy snap of his wrist.\n\nMax sat down, hugging his arms around his knees before he neatly curled his tail around himself and took another hitching breath, thoughts of Martin and Elijah threatened to send him into a full blown panic attack.\n\n“I’ve never had a uh, friend like that,” Finn finally said, still sounding uncharacteristically unsure of himself.\n\n“I probably won’t ever again,” Max replied sadly, “I get really anxious about feelings and physical contact and stuff. Martin’s the only person I’ve ever felt, I dunno, comfortable with, I guess.”\n\n“What, like kissin’ and holdin’ paws and stuff?” Finn asked.\n\n“Yeah, but um, mostly like, sex stuff especially,” Max’s ears folded back, he [i]had[/i] been getting almost comfortable with some of it, but now he thought he would most probably be Sex Anxious forever.\n\n“Jeepers,” Finn sounded embarrassed, “Well, heck, reckon I’m a little anxious about [i]that[/i] kinda thing. Mostly I just don’t meet a lotta folks my own age, I’ve barely held paws with anyone before.”\n\n“Really? Would you uh, wanna hold my paw?” Max asked nervously, he had the feeling it was what the older boy was working up to, but if he got rejected by another Bisby tonight he thought he might just move to The Jackal Homelands and become a desert hermit.\n\n“If y'all aren’t feelin’ too uh, upset and whatnot, I’d like that,” Max thought Finn sounded nervous still, but also a little pleased. Max unlinked his paws and laid on his back, right arm outstretched. Finn remained sitting and hesitantly laid his oversized paw over Max’s much smaller one.\n\n“Is this ok or do we need to er, lace our fingers together?” Finn asked. Max, in spite of how bad he felt, smiled. It was the kind of thing [i]he[/i] would have worried about.\n\n“This is good, your paw’s pretty big and I’ve got little fingers.”\n\n“Lemme know if I’m squeezin’ too hard, or if my paw gets all sweaty,” Finn said quickly.\n\n“This is perfect,” Max felt the band of anxiety clenched around his stomach slowly but surely relax. He was actually holding hands with a cute, older coyote, and he had been the one to initiate it. The two boys sat in a comfortable silence, looking up at the sky, the only noise was the rapid, quiet whisking noise of Finn’s tail wagging.\n--\n\n“Have you ever been on a date with someone before?” Max asked quietly, he’d lost track of how long they’d been looking up at the stars, but he was starting to get a little bit chilly. He had always imagined the desert as being hot, but apparently at night it got even colder than back home.\n\nFinn was quiet for a moment, “Yup, went to a grange hall dance with a jackrabbit gal last summer, she was real nice, but I dunno, reckon I was too shy to do nothin’, didn’t even dance.” Max noticed that Finn’s accent was even stronger than Martin’s had been when they’d first met.\n\n“Maybe you just don’t like girls,” Max replied innocently, he didn’t totally understand how that was supposed to work, most jackals didn’t pay much attention to gender when it came to partners, but other species could get real caught up about it.\n\n“I’m startin’ to think that might be the case,” Finn sounded nervous again and Max wished he could hug him. Then he realized that maybe he [i]could[/i].\n\n“I’m getting pretty chilly,” Max interjected hopefully.\n\n“D’y’all wanna go back inside?” Finn asked, sounding disappointed.\n\n“I was wondering if maybe you wouldn’t mind sharing some of your warmth,” Finn jumped slightly and Max smiled to himself, it was kind of nice not being the only nervous one.\n\n“Sure, I’m still pretty warm,” Finn replied calmly. Max sat up and moved over to the coyote, there was the sound of a zipper as Finn opened his sheepskin coat. The jackal boy carefully sat in the V of Finn’s legs and leaned back against the coyote’s broad chest. Finn wrapped his oversized jacket around both of them and wrapped his arms around Max.\n\n“I guess y’all have probably been on lots of dates and such,” Finn's hot breath tickled the nape of Max’s neck.\n\n“Nope!” Max said cheerfully, he was still anxious, but it was his usual level of anxiety, more or less a background murmur instead of a roar, “Not like, officially. I went on a practice date with a friend from Temple, but he already has a boyfriend. It was supposed to be preparation for when I um, asked Martin out.”\n\n“Sorry,” Finn sounded uncomfortable again and Max squeezed his paw.\n\n“Have you ever done [i]anything[/i] with another boy?” Max rested one paw on Finn’s denim clad knee and felt the older teen sit up straight.\n\n“Nuh uh,” Finn yipped as the jackal stroked at his leg, “I’ve always been too shy. Things’re different out here too.”\n\n“I think um, yourall’s accent is cute,” Max said with a yawn.\n\n“I was just thinking the same thing, y’all sound like a surfer in a movie or somethin’,” Finn laughed.\n\n“Me?!” Max’s voice broke.\n\n“Yeah, y’all do, dude,” Finn did a terrible Californio accent.\n\n“You all wanna go on a date with me?” Max drawled unconvincingly.\n\nFinn laughed, it was a deeper version of Martin’s yipping laugh and Max felt the tingling beginning of an erection start to tent out his PJs again, “Where are y’all gonna take me on a date ‘round these parts?”\n\n“You could um, take me on a ride on one of your horses,” Max’s vivid imagination was filled with Romantical Images of him clinging to Finn’s back while they rode through a meadow, “Although that’s more like you taking [i]me[/i] on a date.”\n\n“Oh, well, yeah I s’pose I could. It’s a date,” Finn laughed again. Max decided he [i]had[/i] to kiss him before the night was over.\n--\n\n“Oh I’ve practiced lots with my friends Cass and Gai, if it wasn’t for them I’d probably still throw up every time I jack off!” Max giggled, he might still be anxious but he’d come a long way.\n\nMax lightly stroked at the coyote’s knee and leg and eventually felt him relax a little bit. Right as Max was about to suggest that they call it a night (and so that he could let Finn kiss him goodnight) the older boy sat up rigidly straight again and squirmed a little bit as Max felt the coyote’s erection start to poke into his lower back through his pajama top.\n\nFinn started to stand up, “Dang, I’m real sorry, Max,” Finn sounded mortally embarrassed and laughed uneasily, “I’m just not used to hearin’ about uh, [i]sex[/i] and the like. We were havin’ a nice moment I didn’t mean to-“\n\nMax waved a dismissive paw as settled back against the increasingly large bulge in Finn’s jeans, “It’s ok, I don’t mind.” \n\nMax was amazed at how calm he sounded. Finn jumped a little and Max broke into a smile as he moved his paw up the older coyote’s thigh. It was a little awkward, but the jackal reached behind him to drag the pads of his fingers over Finn’s bulge. Max bit his lower lip and stifled a moan while his cock twitched in his PJs and the cool breeze immediately chilled the large damp patch where he’d leaked pre onto them.\n\nMax gently took one of the coyote’s paws around his chest and lightly set it on his erection, he could feel Finn’s breathing speed up against his back and he kept his touch light, stroking and rubbing randomly. Full of newly discovered confidence, Max debated turning around and just giving the coyote his first ever blowjob, but then decided he didn’t want to scare him away either.\n\nMax moaned louder than he actually needed to, as the unsure paw on his fabric covered cock gave a hesitant rub. The jackal scooted backwards even more and firmly pressed his butt against the coyote’s bulge.\n\n“[i]Aaah grrr haah[/i], M-Max, m-maybe y’all should [i]erm[/i], stop. I’m fixin’ to –“ the coyote’s words were cut off by a barking moan.\n\n“You should take your jeans off before you get ‘em all sticky,” Max couldn’t believe he’d said that without hairtriggering all over his PJs.\n\n“Oh, [i]erm[/i] uh, yeah,” Finn quickly fumbled with his belt. Max turned around and pushed the coyote’s shaking paws away, then neatly unbuckled his belt. He slowly unzipped Finn’s bulging fly and exposed a large tent in the coyote’s plain white boxer shorts, already turning translucent with the fifteen-year-old’s pre-cum.\n\nMax licked his lips and reached out with one small paw to lightly grip the coyote teen’s cock through his damp boxers. He leaned forward and nuzzled against Finn’s narrow snout. Martin might be a modestly equipped twelve-year old, but to Max’s somewhat less than experienced paw Finn’s erection felt huge.\n\n“Youall fixing to cum for me?” Max whispered and nipped at the older boy’s ear. Finn nodded quickly, seemingly at a loss for words. Max rhythmically squeezed at the coyote’s straining bulge then leaned forward, close to Finn’s face. The older coyote squeezed his eyes shut and began digging his claws into the blanket.\n\nMax kissed the tip of Finn’s snout, making the coyote squeak, he moved down and lightly kissed Finn on the mouth, at the same time beginning to jack him off through his boxers, his paw speeding up as the other boy involuntarily humped his hips off of the ground.\n\nMax felt the thick cock flex beneath his paw at the same time the coyote pulled away, threw back his head, and let out a yipping, ululating howl. The fabric under Max’s paw went hot and slick as Finn emptied his balls into the confines of his boxer shorts.\n\nFinn finally opened his eyes and looked at Max, still panting. Max let go of the coyote boy’s shrinking cock and began licking his paw clean. Finn’s cum was still thin, but with a musk quite unlike his younger brother’s, Max moaned as he slowly lapped at his paw pads. He barely held off his own orgasm while doing it.\n\nFinn panted, his breath and bulge both steaming in the cold air, “Should I um, do somethin’ with um, y’all?”\n\n“What do you wanna do with me?” Max asked quietly as he carefully zipped up Finn’s fly and buckled his belt\n\nFinn’s ears folded back and he looked away shyly, “I uh, don’t really know.”\n\nMax lightly took the older boy’s paw and led him away from the blanket, “Let’s go back inside and we’ll figure something out.”\n--", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Tejican Standoff

[© 20xx} PrematureYeenjaculatio, Don’t Steal or Whatever

Part I


Max dug his claws into his armrests as the small plane bounced and shuddered in the severe turbulence. He had been progressively more scared ever since they left Los Zorros International on his first ever flight. But that had been a huge, sturdy plane, one that had looked well maintained and cared for. Then, they had landed in Neuva Vizcaya in The Mexican Empire and transferred to a smaller jet that had still been relatively safe looking, but Max’s anxiety had gotten worse when he found out the plane’s seats were divided into one row of two and one row of one, and of course Martin and Elijah had sat next to each other!

But when they had landed at La Bahia International and transferred to the rickety twin engine plane that would take them to an airstrip near Martin’s family’s ranch, Max had nearly broken down and demanded to go home. Only the thought of how much Elijah would make fun of him for being a scared little baby had gotten him on that plane.

Max briefly opened his eyes, Martin was eagerly looking out the window at the Tejican countryside with his bushy tail wagging furiously, but the jackal was pleased to note that Elijah looked distinctly nauseous and scared.

“Look! Max! Look! Y’all can see Vulture City! That’s where my grandparents' grandparents are from! Max? Y’all feelin’ ok?”

“I’m not nervous!” Max squeaked nervously and opened his eyes, he wondered if he should declare his undying love for Martin before they crashed, then maybe their spirits could be boyfriends in The Land of the Dead. The plane gave a huge sideways jounce and Elijah yowled in terror. This was followed by a stomach emptying drop when the plane fell like a stone. Wisps of grey cloud streaked by the window and the plane shook and vibrated ominously as the cabin turned dark.

“Y’all boys buckle up back there,” the prairie dog pilot bellowed from the front.

“It’s always like this once we get over Tejas,” Martin talked to Max over the back of the small, patched seat and munched on a candy bone, “Want one?”

Max shook his head as the cabin strobed with lightning. He wondered if he could hyperventilate until he was unconscious. Elijah screeched as the plane rose hard enough for the wings to visibly flex downwards and then sank the same distance in a split second.

“M-maybe you should put y-your seatbelt on,” Max stammered. Martin shrugged and buckled back up.

The plane seemed to dive and they broke through the clouds, the ground seeming to rush up to greet them. Max grabbed Martin’s paw over the back of the seat and began muttering a prayer to Anubis. The plane roughly slammed to the gravel airstrip with a gritty crunch and careened to a stop.

“Y’all wasn’t ascared were y’all?” Martin asked brightly as they clambered down the small ramp formed by the open hatch.

“No,” Max said weakly, “it’s um, tradition to pray before landing.”

“What about y’all, ‘lijah? Y’all’re awful quiet.”

Elijah responded by loudly vomiting onto the airstrip.
--

When Martin had invited Max to visit his family’s ranch in Tejas for a week, he’d immediately agreed even after finding out Elijah would be coming along too.

However, when the tall, white-furred serval had cornered him on his walk home from Temple School the day before they were due to leave, Max had fully been ready to call the whole thing off. Although he later told himself he definitely would have stood up to Elijah, that it was what Cass and Gai would have told him to do, he was actually really scared of the feline and wasn’t very good with confrontation.

“We need to talk,” Elijah had said seriously and taken off his glasses to polish them, it was the kind of adult gesture that just made Elijah seem much older, despite only being thirteen.

“Um, what about?” Max had squeaked shyly, trying not to be too obvious about looking around for someone older in case he needed help, not that he thought Elijah would actually get violent.

“I know you don’t like me,” Elijah started.

“What?! No, what?” Max said unconvincingly.

“It’s fine, I don’t really like you either, but for whatever reason Martin does. I think while we’re in Tejas we should try and keep things, I dunno, neutral I guess,” Elijah finished, “Martin’s really excited to see his family again and he doesn’t need us fighting over him and causing drama.”

Max nodded, “Ok, that’s a good idea.”

“Truce?” Elijah stuck out a slender, white-furred paw. Max hesitantly shook it and found that Elijah shook hands like an adult too, three brisk pumps.

The serval sighed, “Maybe we could work on, I dunno, not hating each other while we’re out there.”

“I’d like that,” Max felt his face go hot, he could kind of see why Martin was so horny for the serval boy.
--

“¡Mijo!” Martin’s grandmother, a short, lean, grey muzzled coyote with her headfur in a long braid and wearing paint spattered overalls, stepped forward with her arms spread wide.

“¡Abuela!” Martin yipped happily and jumped into her arms. She hugged the little coyote tightly and swung him from side to side, smothering him with kisses on his snout and knocking his hat off his head. Martin blushed, looked back at Max and Elijah and bashfully said something in rapid fire Tejican that Max assumed was along the lines that she was embarrassing him in front of his friends.

Next to her, Martin’s grandfather, was a tall, lanky, serious-faced coyote, whose rich auburn fur was shot through with grey, he was wearing faded jeans, a silk shirt with a bolo tie, and the nicest black cowboy hat Max had ever seen, complete with a turquoise studded hatband with a hawk feather stuck in it. Max thought he was more than a little intimidating and decided to be at his absolute, meeting-the-temple-elders politest.

“Yaateh, little Martin,” his grandfather said in a serious voice with an accent different than Martin’s and his grandmother’s and held out a large, chapped, weather-beaten paw. Martin looked shyly down at his small, worn-in cowboy boots and hesitantly held out his own tiny paw, then yipped in surprise when the old man broke into a smile and pulled back his hand before sweeping Martin up in a crushing bear hug.

“Acheii!” Martin yipped as his grandfather hugged him as enthusiastically as his grandmother. The tall coyote set him down and looked him up and down with an appraising look, then said something in a language that didn’t sound at all like Tejican, Martin looked bashful again and replied haltingly in the same language, but whatever he had said earned him another beaming smile from the old man.

Max stood ramrod straight and perked up his tall ears when both elderly coyotes turned their attention towards him and Elijah, he nearly raised his paw in genuflection before remembering he wasn’t actually in Temple.

“Yaateh, Max and Elijah, welcome boys,” Martin’s grandfather gave each of them a firm handshake while his grandmother gave each of them a crushing hug.

“Thank you, sir,” Max said in his most steady, politest voice.

“Thank you, sir,” Elijah said firmly.

“Please, call me Grandfather Bisby, boys, everyone does,” the coyote elder said warmly.
--

The ride to the Bisby family ranch was a two hour ride in the back of Grandfather Bisby’s ancient but immaculate 197x MCM Vigía pick-up truck. Max didn’t think it was very safe but Martin seemed to take the danger for granted, leaning out the side of the bed and sticking his head into the wind as they bumped and jounced over empty gravel roads. Eventually he convinced the jackal to try it and both canines spent the rest of the ride with their snouts in the wind while a still nauseous Elijah dozed against the tailgate.

Having spent his entire life amongst the redwoods of California, Max found the open, desolate countryside a little bit scary, they saw few other vehicles, and only a few isolated homes.

Finally, they pulled off onto an even smaller dirt road and drove along a barbed wire fence until they reached a sprawling, pueblo-style farmstead. A neat line of coyotes stood in front of the main house and waved as the big, black truck rolled to a stop. Martin stood up and leaned over the top of the cab, his bushy tail wagging.

Martin was over the side before the truck stopped and ran to his waiting family, tail now a blur. Max and Elijah kept a respectful distance while Martin’s brothers and sisters hugged and kissed him, one tall girl stole his hat and ruffled his head fur.

“Y’all come meet my brothers and sisters!” Martin waved them over, “This is Ben, Finn, Javier, Matilda, Genevieve, Rayford, Judah, and Diego!”

Max and Elijah shook hands with the coyotes, each of them trying to remember the names of Martin’s eight older siblings.

Max got a confusing, whirlwind introduction from the hyperactive Martin: Ben was the oldest, a good natured twenty-one year old with his grandfather’s auburn fur and his long headfur in a thick braid; Finn was fifteen and had a splotch of silver fur across his face and one green and one blue eye; Javier was sixteen, had his right arm in a cast, and an eyepatch and was apparently a rodeo champion; Rayford was Javier’s twin and was quiet and serious; Matilda was a fourteen-year old tomboy who practically crushed Martin’s paw with her handshake; while Genevieve was a thirteen year old tomboy who tried to do the same thing; Judah was seventeen and wore glasses and was apparently some kind of target shooting genius; finally, Diego was eighteen and broad shouldered. Max immediately forgot which one was which.
--

“Y’all’re some kinda wolf?” the lanky teenage coyote asked laconically as he stuck a sprig of prairie grass between his teeth. Max squeaked and turned around from the wash basin in the mudroom. He had been scrubbing the road dust from his face in the huge sink. The coyote looked like an older, leaner, much more serious Martin, save for a brilliant splotch of silver fur across his left eye and snout. Startled and anxious, the names of all of Martin’s siblings vanished from Max’s mind.

“I’m jackal!” Max blurted out, “A jackal I mean! A back-blacked jackal, I mean um, I’m a black-backed jackal.”

The coyote nodded as though he watched people have verbal seizures all the time, “Never met a jackal before.”

“We’re pretty uncommon outside of Africa and California and um, Prussia, I think?” Max tried not to fidget. Javier, or possibly Finn or Judah, nodded slowly and fixed Max with his steely blue and green gaze. The jackal’s knees went watery and he wondered if it was safe to be simultaneously so terrified and turned on.

“Well, y’all are welcome here, lemme know if I can get y’all anything,” the coyote responded and started to head back into the house, “dinner’s almost ready.”

“Thanks um…” Max debated guessing a random name.

“Finn,” the coyote said and winked. Max very nearly fainted.
--

Max stood by the closed door to Martin’s bedroom door, fists balled, ears flipped back against his skull, fangs bared, and his eyes watering. It wasn’t the first time he’d felt heartbroken and left out by the two of them, but there was supposed to be a truce on while they were here! He had even thought that he and Elijah had had a moment where they might have begun to put aside their mutual antagonism. True, he had fully planned on making a move on Martin but that was different!

Now though, listening to Martin’s yipping moans and the squeaking of the bedsprings, along with Elijah’s purring encouragement, Max wanted to kick in the door and punch Elijah in his stupid cat face! Max’s horribly vivid imagination saw Elijah tricking Martin into letting him actually Do It, then, afterwards, they would both probably talk about what a dumb baby he was.

Max’s vision got blurrier, his modest erection pressed hatefully against the front of his ankh-patterned pajama bottoms and, for a split second, he nearly decided to crack the door open and have an angry hate wank, right here in the hallway, while most probably watching his One True Love happily getting pounded in the butt by a big, gross, cat boner.

Just as Max began reaching for the brass doorknob, a paw fell lightly on his shoulder and he had to clap his own paw over his mouth not to scream. Heart pounding, Max turned around and found himself looking up into Finn’s ice-blue and emerald-green eyes. The Martin’s older brother held a finger up in a hushing gesture and motioned for Max to follow him. When Finn turned around, Max awkwardly adjusted himself, pinning his erection against the waistband of his boxers before padding quietly after the coyote.

Finn led him through the hacienda, pausing to grab a tightly rolled saddle blanket and hand Max a jacket from a hook in the mudroom, then opened the heavy, iron banded door and stepped out into the chilly, black night. They walked a short distance away from the main house and up a small, gently sloped hill.

“Thought y’all might wanna get some fresh air,” the older coyote said quietly, looking up at the brilliant tapestry of stars. Max was grateful for the dark as a few hot tears fell silently from his eyes before he got control of himself. He wasn’t sure he could talk without crying, nor did he have any idea of what he would say to Martin’s brother anyways, and stayed silent.

“D’y’all know any of the constellations?” Finn asked quietly, seemingly out of nowhere, as he reached down and plucked another stalk of grass to stick between his teeth.

“Um, I know the Big Dipper, although I guess we call it The Bull, jackals I mean, although I don’t know if I can see it, there’s a lot more stars out here than back home,” Max had to stop himself from babbling.

Finn nodded, “Always thought it’d be nice to look at the stars with someone else.”

“I’ll um, look at the stars with you,” Max swallowed hard and tried to use his bravest voice.

“Sorry if I startled y’all, I went by y’all’s room and thought maybe y’all were uh, with Marty,” the soft-spoken coyote sounded slightly embarrassed at the last part. Max had to stifle a shrill giggle at hearing Martin called ‘Marty’, which unfortunately made him think about Martin and Elijah again, which in turn made him feel like bursting into tears.

Finn looked uncomfortable and shoved his hands deeper in his pockets, “I didn’t know y’all were uh, those kinda amigos.”

“I guess we’re not,” Max’s voice was bitter and the stars blurred and doubled, he bit the inside of his cheek hard enough to bleed and barely managed to keep from sobbing like a stupid baby.

“I’m erm, sorry to hear that,” Finn sounded totally out of his element but settled a paw on Max’s shoulder and gave him a reassuring squeeze. The jackal took a deep, shaky breath.

“Sorry I’m not very good company right now,” Max’s face scrunched up and  another wave of despair and self-loathing washed over him. Finn gave the jackal boy’s shoulder a pat.

“It’s alright. Y’all wanna sit down for a minute?” The older coyote removed his paw from Max’s shoulder and held up the blanket. Max nodded and sniffled, wiping his nose with the sleeve of his jacket. Finn undid the leather straps and  unfurled the blanket with an easy snap of his wrist.

Max sat down, hugging his arms around his knees before he neatly curled his tail around himself and took another hitching breath, thoughts of Martin and Elijah threatened to send him into a full blown panic attack.

“I’ve never had a uh, friend like that,” Finn finally said, still sounding uncharacteristically unsure of himself.

“I probably won’t ever again,” Max replied sadly, “I get really anxious about feelings and physical contact and stuff. Martin’s the only person I’ve ever felt, I dunno, comfortable with, I guess.”

“What, like kissin’ and holdin’ paws and stuff?” Finn asked.

“Yeah, but um, mostly like, sex stuff especially,” Max’s ears folded back, he had been getting almost comfortable with some of it, but now he thought he would most probably be Sex Anxious forever.

“Jeepers,” Finn sounded embarrassed, “Well, heck, reckon I’m a little anxious about that kinda thing. Mostly I just don’t meet a lotta folks my own age, I’ve barely held paws with anyone before.”

“Really? Would you uh, wanna hold my paw?” Max asked nervously, he had the feeling it was what the older boy was working up to, but if he got rejected by another Bisby tonight he thought he might just move to The Jackal Homelands and become a desert hermit.

“If y'all aren’t feelin’ too uh, upset and whatnot, I’d like that,” Max thought Finn sounded nervous still, but also a little pleased. Max unlinked his paws and laid on his back, right arm outstretched. Finn remained sitting and hesitantly laid his oversized paw over Max’s much smaller one.

“Is this ok or do we need to er, lace our fingers together?” Finn asked. Max, in spite of how bad he felt, smiled. It was the kind of thing he would have worried about.

“This is good, your paw’s pretty big and I’ve got little fingers.”

“Lemme know if I’m squeezin’ too hard, or if my paw gets all sweaty,” Finn said quickly.

“This is perfect,” Max felt the band of anxiety clenched around his stomach slowly but surely relax. He was actually holding hands with a cute, older coyote, and he had been the one to initiate it. The two boys sat in a comfortable silence, looking up at the sky, the only noise was the rapid, quiet whisking noise of Finn’s tail wagging.
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“Have you ever been on a date with someone before?” Max asked quietly, he’d lost track of how long they’d been looking up at the stars, but he was starting to get a little bit chilly. He had always imagined the desert as being hot, but apparently at night it got even colder than back home.

Finn was quiet for a moment, “Yup, went to a grange hall dance with a jackrabbit gal last summer, she was real nice, but I dunno, reckon I was too shy to do nothin’, didn’t even dance.” Max noticed that Finn’s accent was even stronger than Martin’s had been when they’d first met.

“Maybe you just don’t like girls,” Max replied innocently, he didn’t totally understand how that was supposed to work, most jackals didn’t pay much attention to gender when it came to partners, but other species could get real caught up about it.

“I’m startin’ to think that might be the case,” Finn sounded nervous again and Max wished he could hug him. Then he realized that maybe he could.

“I’m getting pretty chilly,” Max interjected hopefully.

“D’y’all wanna go back inside?” Finn asked, sounding disappointed.

“I was wondering if maybe you wouldn’t mind sharing some of your warmth,” Finn jumped slightly and Max smiled to himself, it was kind of nice not being the only nervous one.

“Sure, I’m still pretty warm,” Finn replied calmly. Max sat up and moved over to the coyote, there was the sound of a zipper as Finn opened his sheepskin coat. The jackal boy carefully sat in the V of Finn’s legs and leaned back against the coyote’s broad chest. Finn wrapped his oversized jacket around both of them and wrapped his arms around Max.

“I guess y’all have probably been on lots of dates and such,” Finn's hot breath tickled the nape of Max’s neck.

“Nope!” Max said cheerfully, he was still anxious, but it was his usual level of anxiety, more or less a background murmur instead of a roar, “Not like, officially. I went on a practice date with a friend from Temple, but he already has a boyfriend. It was supposed to be preparation for when I um, asked Martin out.”

“Sorry,” Finn sounded uncomfortable again and Max squeezed his paw.

“Have you ever done anything with another boy?” Max rested one paw on Finn’s denim clad knee and felt the older teen sit up straight.

“Nuh uh,” Finn yipped as the jackal stroked at his leg, “I’ve always been too shy. Things’re different out here too.”

“I think um, yourall’s accent is cute,” Max said with a yawn.

“I was just thinking the same thing, y’all sound like a surfer in a movie or somethin’,” Finn laughed.

“Me?!” Max’s voice broke.

“Yeah, y’all do, dude,” Finn did a terrible Californio accent.

“You all wanna go on a date with me?” Max drawled unconvincingly.

Finn laughed, it was a deeper version of Martin’s yipping laugh and Max felt the tingling beginning of an erection start to tent out his PJs again, “Where are y’all gonna take me on a date ‘round these parts?”

“You could um, take me on a ride on one of your horses,” Max’s vivid imagination was filled with Romantical Images of him clinging to Finn’s back while they rode through a meadow, “Although that’s more like you taking me on a date.”

“Oh, well, yeah I s’pose I could. It’s a date,” Finn laughed again. Max decided he had to kiss him before the night was over.
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“Oh I’ve practiced lots with my friends Cass and Gai, if it wasn’t for them I’d probably still throw up every time I jack off!” Max giggled, he might still be anxious but he’d come a long way.

Max lightly stroked at the coyote’s knee and leg and eventually felt him relax a little bit. Right as Max was about to suggest that they call it a night (and so that he could let Finn kiss him goodnight) the older boy sat up rigidly straight again and squirmed a little bit as Max felt the coyote’s erection start to poke into his lower back through his pajama top.

Finn started to stand up, “Dang, I’m real sorry, Max,” Finn sounded mortally embarrassed and laughed uneasily, “I’m just not used to hearin’ about uh, sex and the like. We were havin’ a nice moment I didn’t mean to-“

Max waved a dismissive paw as settled back against the increasingly large bulge in Finn’s jeans, “It’s ok, I don’t mind.”

Max was amazed at how calm he sounded. Finn jumped a little and Max broke into a smile as he moved his paw up the older coyote’s thigh. It was a little awkward, but the jackal reached behind him to drag the pads of his fingers over Finn’s bulge. Max bit his lower lip and stifled a moan while his cock twitched in his PJs and the cool breeze immediately chilled the large damp patch where he’d leaked pre onto them.

Max gently took one of the coyote’s paws around his chest and lightly set it on his erection, he could feel Finn’s breathing speed up against his back and he kept his touch light, stroking and rubbing randomly. Full of newly discovered confidence, Max debated turning around and just giving the coyote his first ever blowjob, but then decided he didn’t want to scare him away either.

Max moaned louder than he actually needed to, as the unsure paw on his fabric covered cock gave a hesitant rub. The jackal scooted backwards even more and firmly pressed his butt against the coyote’s bulge.

“Aaah grrr haah, M-Max, m-maybe y’all should erm, stop. I’m fixin’ to –“ the coyote’s words were cut off by a barking moan.

“You should take your jeans off before you get ‘em all sticky,” Max couldn’t believe he’d said that without hairtriggering all over his PJs.

“Oh, erm uh, yeah,” Finn quickly fumbled with his belt. Max turned around and pushed the coyote’s shaking paws away, then neatly unbuckled his belt. He slowly unzipped Finn’s bulging fly and exposed a large tent in the coyote’s plain white boxer shorts, already turning translucent with the fifteen-year-old’s pre-cum.

Max licked his lips and reached out with one small paw to lightly grip the coyote teen’s cock through his damp boxers. He leaned forward and nuzzled against Finn’s narrow snout. Martin might be a modestly equipped twelve-year old, but to Max’s somewhat less than experienced paw Finn’s erection felt huge.

“Youall fixing to cum for me?” Max whispered and nipped at the older boy’s ear. Finn nodded quickly, seemingly at a loss for words. Max rhythmically squeezed at the coyote’s straining bulge then leaned forward, close to Finn’s face. The older coyote squeezed his eyes shut and began digging his claws into the blanket.

Max kissed the tip of Finn’s snout, making the coyote squeak, he moved down and lightly kissed Finn on the mouth, at the same time beginning to jack him off through his boxers, his paw speeding up as the other boy involuntarily humped his hips off of the ground.

Max felt the thick cock flex beneath his paw at the same time the coyote pulled away, threw back his head, and let out a yipping, ululating howl. The fabric under Max’s paw went hot and slick as Finn emptied his balls into the confines of his boxer shorts.

Finn finally opened his eyes and looked at Max, still panting. Max let go of the coyote boy’s shrinking cock and began licking his paw clean. Finn’s cum was still thin, but with a musk quite unlike his younger brother’s, Max moaned as he slowly lapped at his paw pads. He barely held off his own orgasm while doing it.

Finn panted, his breath and bulge both steaming in the cold air, “Should I um, do somethin’ with um, y’all?”

“What do you wanna do with me?” Max asked quietly as he carefully zipped up Finn’s fly and buckled his belt

Finn’s ears folded back and he looked away shyly, “I uh, don’t really know.”

Max lightly took the older boy’s paw and led him away from the blanket, “Let’s go back inside and we’ll figure something out.”
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