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It was easier to show, rather than tell him in the first place, and only then because I had...I don't know. Lost my mind when I found them practically right in front of my face on our first date.\n\nSo I was excited for this second date. As soon as Papa pulled the car into a parking space, I hopped out. “Come on. I'll show you around.” I waved at the guys on the basketball courts as I went for the doors, then held the door open for Brenden.\n\nHe was staring a little at the guys on the court, enough that he didn't notice the open door at first. I tugged on his sleeve, and he turned, giving a little grin, ears pink. It's hard to blame him for looking. Some of the guys at the community center get show-offy with those high-cut 1970's-style basketball shorts. They might as well play in their briefs once they get cut that high.\n\nSeth was working the information desk, just inside the door. “Wesley! Who this coming in with you?” he asked, eyes glinting behind his raccoon mask.\n\nIt was my turn to get heated ears. “This my friend, Brenden.”\n\n“Your friend?” Seth fixed a look on Brenden. “Or your [i]friend[/i]?” He wiggled his brow, making that mask twitch upwards briefly when he put extra emphasis on that last word.\n\nThat's how Seth is. He likes to tease. People either love him or get tired of him fast.\n\nBrenden's smile just got bigger, even if I could see his ears turn crimson. “Um...both!” he squeaked, naked tail lashing. His hand found mine and squeezed.\n\nSeth let out a squeal of delight that made Papa wince as he and Dad finally got inside. “Oh, not the shy sort of mouse, hm? You're too precious! Come here.” He made grabbypaws at Brenden. “I'm going to keep you, I think.”\n\nDad cleared his throat. “No kidnapping the cubs, Seth.”\n\nSeth sighed dramatically. “Zero sense of humor. I'll just borrow him, then.”\n\nPapa snorted. “You'd traumatize him.”\n\n“Wes knows me. He isn't traumatized.”\n\n“He's been exposed to you enough to be immune.” Papa tousled the fur on top of my head. “You still have some of the teen pamphlets back there, Seth?” He saw Seth's expression, and held up a finger. “Yes or no? We've got our group to run.”\n\nSeth smiled. I'm sure even if wasn't saying anything, he was thinking it. “I akways have a stack, just in case.”\n\nPapa smiled his toothiest smile. I winced. “The boys need to read it before they're allowed to pester you or anyone else.”\n\nSeth fixed that look on me again. “Well, well, well. Our little Wesley is growing up, hm?” He made shooing motions at Dad and Papa. “Go on. We'll all behave and read up.”\n\nDad smiled. “We'll be done in an hour. Be good for Seth.” \n\nThings were quiet until Dad's big tail disappeared around the corner. Then, Seth smiled. “All right, you heard the big, mean tiger.” He produced two pamphlets from behind the counter. “Go sit over in the armchairs over by the window. There's plenty of light, and two cuties like you will draw more handsome men in for me.”\n\nI looked at the pamphlet. It was titled “Young. Proud. Safe.” Ugh, so embarrassing! I've had the talk, we talk about condoms in health class, and I've read the grown-up versions of these on previous visits.\n\nBut knowing my parents, Dad would probably quiz me on it later, and Papa would be able to tell if I had just given it a glance. So I read it. A lot of it was stuff that my dads and I had already talked about: how to put on a condom, alternatives to penetration, mutual masturbation, all that stuff.\n\nMaybe it wasn't exactly for me. Sure, Dad and Papa probably knew [i]I[/i] had this talk with them, but they didn't know too much about Brenden. They might've wanted him to read it more than me, just in case. And lucky me, I get to go over it again, just to keep Brenden from feeling singled out.\n\nIt could be worse. That meant Dad had been the one to come up with this. Papa probably would've just had a really embarrassing talk with me and Brenden.\n\nWhich meant that the best defense against Papa trying his method was for me and Brenden to read up. I looked up to see how Brenden was coming along with the pamphlet—\n\n—and jawdropped, because I had completely failed to notice Brenden working his shoes off. “Brenden!” I hissed. “What are you doing?”\n\nBrenden peeked over the top of his little booklet. As I stared, he peeled off his remaining sock and dropped it on top of his discarded shoes. He'd already draped himself sideways in his armchair, legs dangling over one arm. He wiggled his toes at me. “Getting comfy.”\n\nI could believe it. To be fair, I think the longest I've seen Brenden keep his shoes on is about a half hour. “Come on, cut it out,” I whispered. “People are gonna see!”\n\nDown curled Brenden's toes, making his sole develop those little wrinkles that I wanted to run my fingers along. And maybe could even be brave enough to do, if we were in private. “No one will care if they see. It's just my feet. I'm more comfortable and you like it, don't you?”\n\nBut we weren't in private. “I'll care!” I tried to keep my voice down to a whisper. “What if Seth sees—“ \n\n“What if Seth sees what?” Ugh, he'd snuck right up on me. I jumped about six inches up from my seat, nearly bonking my head against Seth, who'd just whispered in my ear. \n\n“Nothing,” I said, trying not to stare at Brenden's feet any more than I already was.\n\nSeth let out a little laugh, then ruffled me between the ears. “Oh, that's [i]so[/i] believable, Wesley. I'll figure out what, eventually!” But Seth's attention wandered, as it tends to, and he focused on Brenden. “Well. Are you planning to get entirely naked out here in the lobby, or are you stopping at the ankles?” Seth eased around my chair, enough to be able to reach out and tweak one of Brenden's big toes.\n\nBrenden squirmed, giggling from the touch. “No way! I don't want everyone to see me naked.”\n\n“Oh, I suppose,” Seth said, with a little, dramatic sigh. “I never luck out.” He let his hand drop again, and skittered his fingertips along Brenden's sole, making him laugh even more. “Mm, sitting like this is just begging to have these pretty feet get tickled.” He winked at Brenden as he dug a fingertip in beneath his toes, coaxing another burst of laughter out.\n\nWait, what? Was Seth flirting with Brenden? I mean, he flirted with everyone, but with Brenden? And like [i]that[/i]? “Seth, cut it out,” I said, a bit hotter than I meant to sound.\n\nSeth's ears swiveled towards me, and then the rest of his head followed. “Oh, honey. Don't get all jealous. I'll tickle you, too.” But then he paused, studying the set of my jaw and the frequent glances I was taking at Brenden's ticklishly wiggling toes.\n\nAnd his grin spread even wider. “Unless...oh, it's not your mousie friend that you're jealous of?” Slowly, deliberately, he extended a single fingertip towards Brenden's foot, running his fingers over the tips of Brenden's little pink toes.\n\nBrenden squirmed, breath hitched as if he was expecting to get the giggles again. My ears, burning hotly, folded down. \n\nSeth's hand went to his muzzle and [i]he[/i] giggled, instead. “Oh! Oh, my. I think your dads have you pegged all wrong. I'm pretty sure [i]this[/i] isn't covered in your pamphlets there.” He stroked his fingers over the top of Brenden's foot. “Would you like to slide over and take your turn with him?”\n\n“I didn't say that,” I grumbled, ears burning. \n\n“Then there's no issue if I do this, hm?” Seth lifted Brenden's ankle a little higher. I watched as his tongue extended, stretching out, pink and wet, towards Brenden's sole for a lick. It wasn't fair, he shouldn't—\n\nHe didn't. Brenden tugged his foot back before Seth could get his tongue on him. “Hey! Only Wes can lick my feet!” he said. “...unless Wes says you can.”\n\nMy eyes got wide. “Brenden!” I squeaked.\n\nSeth blinked, then doubled over, laughing. “Oh, you two are perfect for each other!” He looked up and smiled at me, once he calmed down. “Now, quit glaring. I'd never steal your man,” he said, as he reached out and ruffled me between the ears. “—except for now!” With that, Seth reached out and hauled Brenden over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. \n\nI watched Brenden's pretty pink toes splay and curl as he squirmed, too shocked to really make a good go at getting away. I stood to go after him, but Seth held up a finger. “Nuh-uh-uh! Stay put. This is super private boy talk. About you.” He sat Brenden down on the edge of the desk, and he murmured to Brenden, who peeked over at me, then lifted a foot, wiggling his toes in my direction.\n\n“See?” called out Seth, from over by the desk. “No molesting anywhere below the ankle. Or above it!” With that, he lowered his voice to a level I couldn't hear. Reluctantly, I sat down as the two talked.\n\nAnd they talked [i]forever[/i]. I was starting to feel grumpy about it when Brenden came padding over. “What was that about?” I asked. I wasn't ruling out staying grumpy, yet.\n\nBrenden looked off to the side. “It's secret...sorta. You'll find out later, promise.” He looked at his previous seat, then instead joined me in mine, crowding in and keeping his warm body pressed close to mine. He lowered his voice to a whisper. “I meant it, though. I like it when [i]you[/i] kiss my feet. You've got dibs over everyone else.”\n\nThe blood rushed to my face so fast that I swear I felt dizzy. What didn't make it to my face made it to my lap, and despite my embarrassment about my suddenly-tented shorts, I couldn't stop smiling. So much for being grumpy!\n\nWhen Dad and Papa got out of their group meeting, they pulled Seth aside and he had another long talk with them. I got real worried that Seth was going to tell them about earlier, especially when the adults shooed us.\n\nInstead, Brenden put his socks and shoes back on, and we wandered the community center. The guys were outside playing basketball, still, so we went out so Brenden could ogle them a little. Then, it was off to show the meeting rooms—the one my dads were in, the one where I met in with the youth group there during the week, and a few others. I saw a few of the other regulars in the halls, and they were about as excited to meet Brenden as I'd expect anyone in my very-extended-family at the center to be. Brenden, for his part, seemed a little flustered to have a bunch of honorary uncles fussing over him. I guess I was used to it.\n\nBy the time we got back to the lobby, Dad and Papa were waiting. Papa smiled. “We're all done here. Brenden, did you want to spend the night? We'd love to have you.” \n\nI glanced over at Seth, who looked far too innocent to not have helped wrangle that. I decided that I could maybe forgive him for threatening to lick Brenden's feet. Just this once!\n\nBrenden got on his phone while we were driving back towards his house, and instead of dropping him off, it was just a quick stop for him to pick up clothes for bed and for the next day.\n\nAnd things improved from there. I could hang out with Brenden without worrying about getting flustered by Seth's...well, Sethness intruding, and Dad already had some of his chili going in the slow cooker, so the house smelled awesome when we got home. Brenden even left his socks on when we got there, so I was able to turn my thoughts away from pink mouse feet and towards other things, like figuring out who was the best at Street Fighter.\n\nThat lasted only until dinner, though.\n\nI'd just started to push some crackers down into my bowl of chili, trying to get them covered with tastiness without letting them get soggy when I felt a little kick against my shin. And then again. Well, not a kick the second time, exactly, but a push.\n\nI knew who it was right away, and even if I didn't, it was easy enough to tell when Brenden's toes wiggled their way up beneath the cuff of my pants leg, brushing just above my ankle.\n\nI forgot about the crackers. I looked across the table at Brenden, who had put on the most fake expression of innocence ever.\n\nHe didn't even stick to just one foot; a second wedged itself beneath my foot and ensured it was rubbed from both sides. Even with my socks on, it was easy to feel every little flex of his toes. \n\nI tried pulling my foot back a little before that got too distracting, but Brenden chased after me. He wasn't willing to let up!\n\n“Wes, you're not eating. Something wrong with the chili?” Papa sniffed at his bowl to check. \n\n“Sorry. Just zoned out.” I smiled, then shoved some food into my muzzle while Brenden's toes pushed up against my sole, the very picture of innocence.\n\nThis was all my fault. I sucked Brenden's toes once—just once!—and created a monster. A totally hot monster with cute feet, but still. I adjusted my chair so my tenting pants were better hidden beneath the table and tried to concentrate on eating. \n\nI was glad for my thick, black, skunk fur, though. You can totally see the blushing if someone's fur is thin enough. I'd have been caught right away if it weren't for genetics. Thanks, Dad!\n\nI was left distracted enough that I was the last to finish eating. Papa even started clearing the table. Brenden stood up. “I'll help,” he offered.\n\nI never knew I could feel so relieved. Or regretful! But it let me finish my chili (now with soggy crackers) and let my boner go down. A few minutes later, I was able to even get up without embarrassing myself. \n\nIn the kitchen, Brenden was helping Papa to load the dishwasher. He stopped long enough to nuzzle my cheek while Papa's back was turned. \n\nAgain, I felt my face get warm. It's not like I hadn't kissed boys before—I even had tried one or two of the things in the pamphlets my dads made us read—but this was different. Brenden already knew more about me than any of the other boys I'd been with, about the one fetish I was shyest about anyone knowing. And, if anything, he seemed even more interested in me than before!\n\nI really didn't get it. But boy, it felt awesome.\n\nAfter dinner came TV time. Papa got outvoted three to one and we ended up watching sci-fi stuff. With Papa on the couch between me and Brenden (I swear he did it on purpose), there was no repeat of the teasing from dinner, though I could see Brenden's socked toes working out of the corner of my eye. Really, I was amazed that he kept them on through the show. It was maybe the longest I've ever seen him stay shod.\n\nBy the time my dads were done with watching stuff, it was almost ten o'clock. Dad stood up. “I think it's about time I got some sleep. It's been a long day.” He stretched. \n\nPapa flicked his tail. “But it's only—“\n\nDad smiled at Papa. It was his toothiest smile, the one that meant no nonsense from him. I didn't see him use it on Papa much, but it was about the only thing to make Papa back down. “You can play games late if you want, boys,” Dad said, before leaning over to smooch me on the nose. “Don't complain if I get you up in the morning for breakfast, though. Goodnight, Wesley, Brenden.”\n\nPapa made a few token grumbly noises, but leaned over and nuzzled me between the ears. “Just keep it down to a low roar boys.”\n\nMy parents disappeared into their room, leaving me alone with Brenden. “So...” I said, after a pause. “We could trade off on Mystery Dungeon.” Some cooperative playing, rather than earlier's competetive gaming.\n\nBrenden's expression brightened. “I haven't tried that one yet. All right!”\n\nI let Brenden have the controller first—he was the guest, after all—and he made it through the first floor of the dungeon before handing the controller off for me.\n\nAnd then, his fidgeting started. First, it was a little squirm on the couch. Then, his toes scrunched up in his socks. He crossed one ankle over his knee, and he started playing with his sock. This was all part of the standard Brenden Fidget. I knew from watching him in math class all the time that he'd be barefoot in under a minute.\n\nBut then, he stopped. “Wes?” he said. He kept his voice down, as if worried my parents might hear.\n\nI paused the game. “Hm?”\n\nBrenden shifted. He turned and swung his legs up onto the couch, then stretched them out, dropping his feet in my lap. “Take off my socks for me? Please?” His voice rose to a cute little squeak at the end.\n\nThis definitely wasn't part of the standard Brenden Fidget. My throat felt suddenly dry, and I just stared down at Brenden's socked feet in shock, until his toes nudged against my tummy, and he made a small, inquisitive noise. “Oh, geez. Okay,” I mumbled, looking up quickly.\n\nBrenden had a little, bucktoothed grin on his face, and then I was sure, he knew exactly what he was doing, sticking his feet towards me like that. No wonder he'd kept his socks on all evening!\n\nI reached for one cotton-clad heel, brushing my fingers upwards until I found the cuff of his sock. And then I began to unwrap my present, rolling the covering off nice and slow. \n\nIt was like Christmas for me, and just like me and Dad at Christmastime, I wanted to take my time with this. I wanted to enjoy that feeling of excited anticipation. Not tonight, at least. Once the sock was past his heel, my thumbs pressed in, kneading, feeling how smooth even Brenden's heel was. I rolled a little more and traced along the nice, high scoop of his arch.\n\nI looked up again, for just a moment, and Brenden's eyes were intent on what I was doing, whiskers quivering. He was breathing fast. He was really into it! I couldn't understand why. But seeing his own anticipation sent a shiver through me.\n\nAnd just like at Christmas, my will broke, and I approached the rest just like Papa. I yanked off the sock I was working on and tossed it away, then tugged on the other one. A second later, it sailed across the room to join its mate. Brenden wiggled his toes, happily barefoot, while I watched, at least as happy as he was.\n\nStill, I could feel the heat radiating off my cheeks. “Did Seth put you up to this?” I asked.\n\nBrenden smiled. “Not exactly. But after what happened at the center, I wanted to make sure no one else got a peek at these—“ He lifted a foot, showing off curled toes and a wrinkled sole at me. “—this evening, not before you did.”\n\n“Well, then...what did you talk about?” I tried looking Brenden in the eye, but shyness and the distraction of that lifted foot provided extra distraction for me. It was so much easier to focus below the ankle. \n\nBrenden bit his lip with his cute buck teeth, thoughtful. “Well, it's not really anything secret. He did give me some advice. I'll tell you...” He pauses a beat, then uncurled those toes, splaying them as he very nearly brushed my chin with them. “I'll tell you one thing about what we talked about for every lick on my feet,” he said.\n\nI squirmed. I had thought that letting anyone know my secret would lead to teasing. Just not in this terribly wonderful way. “That sounds like a Seth suggestion,” I murmured, before my tongue slid out and shyly dabbed over his big toe. \n\n“It was.” Brenden's impish grin spread. “That's one thing!” \n\nI groaned. “That's not even fair.” And still, out came my tongue, giving another lick, this time catching two toes.\n\n“Mm. Feels fair to me.” Brenden sighed happily as he wiggled his toes. “He told me that if I made you sad, I'd have both your dads and about two dozen gay uncles coming after me.” No wonder he'd been flustered when meeting the other guys at the center.\n\n“Well...” I paused. “I don't know about two dozen. Maybe just one,” I smiled a little, despite the fact that I was sure my face was warm enough to singe my fur. My tongue swirled around the ball of Brenden's foot.\n\n“Mm. We talked about the pamphlets your dads had him give us. He said I looked too bored just reading them to remember much, so he told me what was in them instead.” Which...well, despite everything, Seth is trained to do that, and he'd heard it enough back when he was young enough to be in my youth group at the center.\n\n“Mmhm.” I twirled a finger for Brenden to continue, and kept licking, no longer waiting for his answers before giving the next lick. Instead, my tongue bathed his toes as Brenden squirmed and made a few cute squeaking sounds.\n\n“The other foot, too, Wes,” Brenden said, as he flexed the other set of toes for me. “Um, please. So, he told me the main stuff that your dads would want me to know. And then he told me a little extra...ooh.” He went quiet, because I'd taken that other foot and stuffed a pair of toes in my muzzle, greedily sucking on them. I still felt pretty embarrassed, but it was like embarrassment could only do so much to stop me.\n\nI think for a little while neither of us really tried to keep up the conversation. Eventually, though, Brenden tugged his wetly glistening toes away, and I could see he was breathing as fast as I was. “S-so, I guess I can tell you the rest. So, you saw the section on stuff to do other than, um...you know, muzzle or butt stuff?” \n\nOh, wow. His ears had turned from their usual pink on the insides to crimson. I lowered my voice to a whisper, just in case my dads could hear. “Yeah.” \n\n“Well, you know. Seth told me that using hands was a good start if we wanted to...well, do those kinds of things. But that there's something [i]like[/i] using hands that you might find more fun.” With that, I was aware of a little pressure against my thigh, and then further in, as Brenden's freshly-sucked toes found the tent in my pants and pushed against them. “I-if you wanna try it.”\n\nI looked at Brenden's face (it took some effort, believe me). He looked nervous, definitely blushing. And hopeful, maybe as hopeful as when he'd first asked me out. He really wanted this!\n\nI didn't trust myself to give a coherent answer. So I moved his feet from my lap. \n\nBrenden's face fell, disappointed—but only until I lifted my butt and wiggled my pants downwards, then did it again for my underwear.\n\nNow, this wasn't the first time I'd let another boy see me stiff like this. But this felt different. I felt shyer about it with Brenden, a little embarrassed at how hard my pink dick had gotten from kissing my boyfriend's feet. “Sorry,” I mumbled.\n\nBrenden let out a breath, as if all the tension left him. “For what?” His legs stretched right back out, toes wiggling their way along the underside of my hardon.\n\nPart of me was smart enough to grab the blanket folded on the back of the couch, just in case Papa or Dad showed up, but for the moment, I just watched as Brenden explored my bare lap with his feet. It definitely felt different than when I rubbed myself with my hand. It felt different from having anyone else use their hand on me, either. Brenden's foot was still a little damp from my licking and so, so soft against my hardon. He trailed his big toe along my shaft, and then used his other foot to trap me between his soles.\n\nI swallowed. “Seth told you to try this?”\n\n“Yeah. You're not mad, are you?” Brenden truly looked contrite for taking dirty ideas from the raccoon. \n\nMeanwhile, I was trying to figure out how to thank Seth without exactly telling him that we tried letting Brenden use his bare feet to play with my dick. “No. No, definitely not mad.” I paused, then murmured, “You can press a little harder, I think. Just, careful.”\n\nA little more pressure, and there was enough friction to feel really good as my hips pushed upwards against that soft, pink skin. Brenden's toes curled and gave me a warm, wiggly place to push up into, and a little trickle of slippery fluid from my tip added more glisten to the digits.\n\n“Does it feel good?” Brenden asked, genuinely curious.\n\n“Really good.” Another thrust, this one more confident. And another, and soon I was outright fucking Brenden's feet. One of my hands found his leg and rubbed along it, touching him, wanting to not be greedy, to make him feel good, too, but all I could really manage was a little petting through the legs of his pants.\n\nBrenden didn't seem to mind. He experimented with using his soles as a place for me to hump into, with rubbing his toes on my shaft, on my dickhead, getting them slippery with my pre. All of it felt great. I'd never even dared to fantasize about it, but there I was, getting a footjob from my boyfriend. I really wanted this to last forever. \n\n“This is so cool, Wes,” Brenden whispered, almost in awe. “I wanna try doing your feet next.”\n\nAs it turns out, instead of forever, I lost it right after Brenden said that, missing the mark by an eternity. This little—I guess it was a mewl, but it sounds kind of embarrassing to admit it—this mewl escaped my muzzle, and I had to clap my hand over my mouth to keep the rest of the noises quiet. \n\nI kept my eyes open, though, and I was treated to the sight of pearly white bathing Brenden's toes. My boyfriend squeaked, then flexed the digits, letting out a little giggle. “Gooey.” Even as my twitching subsided, he started to sit up. “Uh...” He looked at my dads' nice clean carpet, then his messy feet. “How are we going to clean this...up!” He let out a little laugh as I lifted one foot and began to lick my cum from them. I wanted to do it before I lost that just-came feeling and got too shy to do it. Up came Brenden's other foot, and it was a messier repeat of just before my footjob.\n\nWe finished that up just in time. I heard footsteps coming down the hall, and had the blanket over my lap and Brenden's legs just in time for Papa to come into the room. “Getting some water,” he said, even as he cast a nosy gaze over towards us. “Everything all right, boys?”\n\nBut I guess all he saw was me with a controller next to me and Brenden warming his feet under the blanket, too far away to get mixed up in anything really naughty. “Yeah. Just some fun with our games, Papa.” I could see him relax at what seemed like an innocent sight.\n\nReally, I'm just lucky Dad kept him in check that long. Papa was anything but subtle when he was snooping. But a moment later, liquid pretense in hand, Papa was stalking his way back to my dads' bedroom, and we were left alone. \n\nI let out a sigh of relief. “That'll probably be it for Papa tonight. Sorry, he gets suspicious.”\n\nBrenden giggled. “I thought I was gonna die!”\n\n“Hey, my pants were the ones down,” I said, smiling.\n\nBrenden's laughter died out, and he started trying to nudge the blanket off. “So...my turn?” he asked, hopeful. He was already starting to tug his zipper down.\n\nHow could I not give him a turn? I never imagined that I'd have a boyfriend not only okay with me touching his feet, but that seeemed to be into mine. I started to turn so I could get my own feet in his lap.\n\nMy usual Community Center Saturdays aren't ever going to top this one.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "It was Community Center Saturday!

That's my favorite Saturday of the month. Dad, Papa, and I all go to the community center. They volunteer with their couples' group, and I get to come along. But I was extra excited about this Saturday.

Brenden was coming with us! He wanted another date!

The first boy I'd gone out with hadn't exactly been out, so he wanted to keep things secret. No trips to gay community centers for him. But Brenden actually asked to go when he heard about Community Center Saturdays in my house!

Honestly, I still couldn't believe that Brenden was still interested. He didn't seem to care that I thought his feet were hot—maybe even liked that I did. Not that we'd talked about it, really. It was easier to show, rather than tell him in the first place, and only then because I had...I don't know. Lost my mind when I found them practically right in front of my face on our first date.

So I was excited for this second date. As soon as Papa pulled the car into a parking space, I hopped out. “Come on. I'll show you around.” I waved at the guys on the basketball courts as I went for the doors, then held the door open for Brenden.

He was staring a little at the guys on the court, enough that he didn't notice the open door at first. I tugged on his sleeve, and he turned, giving a little grin, ears pink. It's hard to blame him for looking. Some of the guys at the community center get show-offy with those high-cut 1970's-style basketball shorts. They might as well play in their briefs once they get cut that high.

Seth was working the information desk, just inside the door. “Wesley! Who this coming in with you?” he asked, eyes glinting behind his raccoon mask.

It was my turn to get heated ears. “This my friend, Brenden.”

“Your friend?” Seth fixed a look on Brenden. “Or your friend?” He wiggled his brow, making that mask twitch upwards briefly when he put extra emphasis on that last word.

That's how Seth is. He likes to tease. People either love him or get tired of him fast.

Brenden's smile just got bigger, even if I could see his ears turn crimson. “Um...both!” he squeaked, naked tail lashing. His hand found mine and squeezed.

Seth let out a squeal of delight that made Papa wince as he and Dad finally got inside. “Oh, not the shy sort of mouse, hm? You're too precious! Come here.” He made grabbypaws at Brenden. “I'm going to keep you, I think.”

Dad cleared his throat. “No kidnapping the cubs, Seth.”

Seth sighed dramatically. “Zero sense of humor. I'll just borrow him, then.”

Papa snorted. “You'd traumatize him.”

“Wes knows me. He isn't traumatized.”

“He's been exposed to you enough to be immune.” Papa tousled the fur on top of my head. “You still have some of the teen pamphlets back there, Seth?” He saw Seth's expression, and held up a finger. “Yes or no? We've got our group to run.”

Seth smiled. I'm sure even if wasn't saying anything, he was thinking it. “I akways have a stack, just in case.”

Papa smiled his toothiest smile. I winced. “The boys need to read it before they're allowed to pester you or anyone else.”

Seth fixed that look on me again. “Well, well, well. Our little Wesley is growing up, hm?” He made shooing motions at Dad and Papa. “Go on. We'll all behave and read up.”

Dad smiled. “We'll be done in an hour. Be good for Seth.”

Things were quiet until Dad's big tail disappeared around the corner. Then, Seth smiled. “All right, you heard the big, mean tiger.” He produced two pamphlets from behind the counter. “Go sit over in the armchairs over by the window. There's plenty of light, and two cuties like you will draw more handsome men in for me.”

I looked at the pamphlet. It was titled “Young. Proud. Safe.” Ugh, so embarrassing! I've had the talk, we talk about condoms in health class, and I've read the grown-up versions of these on previous visits.

But knowing my parents, Dad would probably quiz me on it later, and Papa would be able to tell if I had just given it a glance. So I read it. A lot of it was stuff that my dads and I had already talked about: how to put on a condom, alternatives to penetration, mutual masturbation, all that stuff.

Maybe it wasn't exactly for me. Sure, Dad and Papa probably knew I  had this talk with them, but they didn't know too much about Brenden. They might've wanted him to read it more than me, just in case. And lucky me, I get to go over it again, just to keep Brenden from feeling singled out.

It could be worse. That meant Dad had been the one to come up with this. Papa probably would've just had a really embarrassing talk with me and Brenden.

Which meant that the best defense against Papa trying his method was for me and Brenden to read up. I looked up to see how Brenden was coming along with the pamphlet—

—and jawdropped, because I had completely failed to notice Brenden working his shoes off. “Brenden!” I hissed. “What are you doing?”

Brenden peeked over the top of his little booklet. As I stared, he peeled off his remaining sock and dropped it on top of his discarded shoes. He'd already draped himself sideways in his armchair, legs dangling over one arm. He wiggled his toes at me. “Getting comfy.”

I could believe it. To be fair, I think the longest I've seen Brenden keep his shoes on is about a half hour. “Come on, cut it out,” I whispered. “People are gonna see!”

Down curled Brenden's toes, making his sole develop those little wrinkles that I wanted to run my fingers along. And maybe could even be brave enough to do, if we were in private. “No one will care if they see. It's just my feet. I'm more comfortable and you like it, don't you?”

But we weren't in private. “I'll care!” I tried to keep my voice down to a whisper. “What if Seth sees—“

“What if Seth sees what?” Ugh, he'd snuck right up on me. I jumped about six inches up from my seat, nearly bonking my head against Seth, who'd just whispered in my ear.

“Nothing,” I said, trying not to stare at Brenden's feet any more than I already was.

Seth let out a little laugh, then ruffled me between the ears. “Oh, that's so believable, Wesley. I'll figure out what, eventually!” But Seth's attention wandered, as it tends to, and he focused on Brenden. “Well. Are you planning to get entirely naked out here in the lobby, or are you stopping at the ankles?” Seth eased around my chair, enough to be able to reach out and tweak one of Brenden's big toes.

Brenden squirmed, giggling from the touch. “No way! I don't want everyone to see me naked.”

“Oh, I suppose,” Seth said, with a little, dramatic sigh. “I never luck out.” He let his hand drop again, and skittered his fingertips along Brenden's sole, making him laugh even more. “Mm, sitting like this is just begging to have these pretty feet get tickled.” He winked at Brenden as he dug a fingertip in beneath his toes, coaxing another burst of laughter out.

Wait, what? Was Seth flirting with Brenden? I mean, he flirted with everyone, but with Brenden? And like that? “Seth, cut it out,” I said, a bit hotter than I meant to sound.

Seth's ears swiveled towards me, and then the rest of his head followed. “Oh, honey. Don't get all jealous. I'll tickle you, too.” But then he paused, studying the set of my jaw and the frequent glances I was taking at Brenden's ticklishly wiggling toes.

And his grin spread even wider. “Unless...oh, it's not your mousie friend that you're jealous of?” Slowly, deliberately, he extended a single  fingertip towards Brenden's foot, running his fingers over the tips of Brenden's little pink toes.

Brenden squirmed, breath hitched as if he was expecting to get the giggles again. My ears, burning hotly, folded down.

Seth's hand went to his muzzle and he giggled, instead. “Oh! Oh, my. I think your dads have you pegged all wrong. I'm pretty sure this isn't covered in your pamphlets there.” He stroked his fingers over the top of Brenden's foot. “Would you like to slide over and take your turn with him?”

“I didn't say that,” I grumbled, ears burning.

“Then there's no issue if I do this, hm?” Seth lifted Brenden's ankle a little higher. I watched as his tongue extended, stretching out, pink and wet, towards Brenden's sole for a lick. It wasn't fair, he shouldn't—

He didn't. Brenden tugged his foot back before Seth could get his tongue on him. “Hey! Only Wes can lick my feet!” he said. “...unless Wes says you can.”

My eyes got wide. “Brenden!” I squeaked.

Seth blinked, then doubled over, laughing. “Oh, you two are perfect for each other!” He looked up and smiled at me, once he calmed down. “Now, quit glaring. I'd never steal your man,” he said, as he reached out and ruffled me between the ears. “—except for now!” With that, Seth reached out and hauled Brenden over his shoulder in a fireman's carry.

I watched Brenden's pretty pink toes splay and curl as he squirmed, too shocked to really make a good go at getting away. I stood to go after him, but Seth held up a finger. “Nuh-uh-uh! Stay put. This is super private boy talk. About you.” He sat Brenden down on the edge of the desk, and he murmured to Brenden, who peeked over at me, then lifted a foot, wiggling his toes in my direction.

“See?” called out Seth, from over by the desk. “No molesting anywhere below the ankle. Or above it!” With that, he lowered his voice to a level I couldn't hear. Reluctantly, I sat down as the two talked.

And they talked forever. I was starting to feel grumpy about it when Brenden came padding over. “What was that about?” I asked. I wasn't ruling out staying grumpy, yet.

Brenden looked off to the side. “It's secret...sorta. You'll find out later, promise.” He looked at his previous seat, then instead joined me in mine, crowding in and keeping his warm body pressed close to mine. He lowered his voice to a whisper. “I meant it, though. I like it when you kiss my feet. You've got dibs over everyone else.”

The blood rushed to my face so fast that I swear I felt dizzy. What didn't make it to my face made it to my lap, and despite my embarrassment about my suddenly-tented shorts, I couldn't stop smiling. So much for being grumpy!

When Dad and Papa got out of their group meeting, they pulled Seth aside and he had another long talk with them. I got real worried that Seth was going to tell them about earlier, especially when the adults shooed us.

Instead, Brenden put his socks and shoes back on, and we wandered the community center. The guys were outside playing basketball, still, so we went out so Brenden could ogle them a little. Then, it was off to show the meeting rooms—the one my dads were in, the one where I met in with the youth group there during the week, and a few others. I saw a few of the other regulars in the halls, and they were about as excited to meet Brenden as I'd expect anyone in my very-extended-family at the center to be. Brenden, for his part, seemed a little flustered to have a bunch of honorary uncles fussing over him. I guess I was used to it.

By the time we got back to the lobby, Dad and Papa were waiting. Papa smiled. “We're all done here. Brenden, did you want to spend the night? We'd love to have you.”

I glanced over at Seth, who looked far too innocent to not have helped wrangle that. I decided that I could maybe forgive him for threatening to lick Brenden's feet. Just this once!

Brenden got on his phone while we were driving back towards his house, and instead of dropping him off, it was just a quick stop for him to pick up clothes for bed and for the next day.

And things improved from there. I could hang out with Brenden without worrying about getting flustered by Seth's...well, Sethness intruding, and Dad already had some of his chili going in the slow cooker, so the house smelled awesome when we got home. Brenden even left his socks on when we got there, so I was able to turn my thoughts away from pink mouse feet and towards other things, like figuring out who was the best at Street Fighter.

That lasted only until dinner, though.

I'd just started to push some crackers down into my bowl of chili, trying to get them covered with tastiness without letting them get soggy when I felt a little kick against my shin. And then again. Well, not a kick the second time, exactly, but a push.

I knew who it was right away, and even if I didn't, it was easy enough to tell when Brenden's toes wiggled their way up beneath the cuff of my pants leg, brushing just above my ankle.

I forgot about the crackers. I looked across the table at Brenden, who had put on the most fake expression of innocence ever.

He didn't even stick to just one foot; a second wedged itself beneath my foot and ensured it was rubbed from both sides. Even with my socks on, it was easy to feel every little flex of his toes.

I tried pulling my foot back a little before that got too distracting, but Brenden chased after me. He wasn't willing to let up!

“Wes, you're not eating. Something wrong with the chili?” Papa sniffed at his bowl to check.

“Sorry. Just zoned out.” I smiled, then shoved some food into my muzzle while Brenden's toes pushed up against my sole, the very picture of innocence.

This was all my fault. I sucked Brenden's toes once—just once!—and created a monster. A totally hot monster with cute feet, but still. I adjusted my chair so my tenting pants were better hidden beneath the table and tried to concentrate on eating.

I was glad for my thick, black, skunk fur, though. You can totally see the blushing if someone's fur is thin enough. I'd have been caught right away if it weren't for genetics. Thanks, Dad!

I was left distracted enough that I was the last to finish eating. Papa even started clearing the table. Brenden stood up. “I'll help,” he offered.

I never knew I could feel so relieved. Or regretful! But it let me finish my chili (now with soggy crackers) and let my boner go down. A few minutes later, I was able to even get up without embarrassing myself.

In the kitchen, Brenden was helping Papa to load the dishwasher. He stopped long enough to nuzzle my cheek while Papa's back was turned.

Again, I felt my face get warm. It's not like I hadn't kissed boys before—I even had tried one or two of the things in the pamphlets my dads made us read—but this was different. Brenden already knew more about me than any of the other boys I'd been with, about the one fetish I was shyest about anyone knowing. And, if anything, he seemed even more interested in me than before!

I really didn't get it. But boy, it felt awesome.

After dinner came TV time. Papa got outvoted three to one and we ended up watching sci-fi stuff. With Papa on the couch between me and Brenden (I swear he did it on purpose), there was no repeat of the teasing from dinner, though I could see Brenden's socked toes working out of the corner of my eye. Really, I was amazed that he kept them on through the show. It was maybe the longest I've ever seen him stay shod.

By the time my dads were done with watching stuff, it was almost ten o'clock. Dad stood up. “I think it's about time I got some sleep. It's been a long day.” He stretched.

Papa flicked his tail. “But it's only—“

Dad smiled at Papa. It was his toothiest smile, the one that meant no nonsense from him. I didn't see him use it on Papa much, but it was about the only thing to make Papa back down. “You can play games late if you want, boys,” Dad said, before leaning over to smooch me on the nose. “Don't complain if I get you up in the morning for breakfast, though. Goodnight, Wesley, Brenden.”

Papa made a few token grumbly noises, but leaned over and nuzzled me between the ears. “Just keep it down to a low roar boys.”

My parents disappeared into their room, leaving me alone with Brenden. “So...” I said, after a pause. “We could trade off on Mystery Dungeon.” Some cooperative playing, rather than earlier's competetive gaming.

Brenden's expression brightened. “I haven't tried that one yet. All right!”

I let Brenden have the controller first—he was the guest, after all—and he made it through the first floor of the dungeon before handing the controller off for me.

And then, his fidgeting started. First, it was a little squirm on the couch. Then, his toes scrunched up in his socks. He crossed one ankle over his knee, and he started playing with his sock. This was all part of the standard Brenden Fidget. I knew from watching him in math class all the time that he'd be barefoot in under a minute.

But then, he stopped. “Wes?” he said. He kept his voice down, as if worried my parents might hear.

I paused the game. “Hm?”

Brenden shifted. He turned and swung his legs up onto the couch, then stretched them out, dropping his feet in my lap. “Take off my socks for me? Please?” His voice rose to a cute little squeak at the end.

This definitely wasn't part of the standard Brenden Fidget. My throat felt suddenly dry, and I just stared down at Brenden's socked feet in shock, until his toes nudged against my tummy, and he made a small, inquisitive noise. “Oh, geez. Okay,” I mumbled, looking up quickly.

Brenden had a little, bucktoothed grin on his face, and then I was sure, he knew exactly what he was doing, sticking his feet towards me like that. No wonder he'd kept his socks on all evening!

I reached for one cotton-clad heel, brushing my fingers upwards until I found the cuff of his sock. And then I began to unwrap my present, rolling the covering off nice and slow.

It was like Christmas for me, and just like me and Dad at Christmastime, I wanted to take my time with this. I wanted to enjoy that feeling of excited anticipation. Not tonight, at least. Once the sock was past his heel, my thumbs pressed in, kneading, feeling how smooth even Brenden's heel was. I rolled a little more and traced along the nice, high scoop of his arch.

I looked up again, for just a moment, and Brenden's eyes were intent on what I was doing, whiskers quivering. He was breathing fast. He was really into it! I couldn't understand why. But seeing his own anticipation sent a shiver through me.

And just like at Christmas, my will broke, and I approached the rest just like Papa. I yanked off the sock I was working on and tossed it away, then tugged on the other one. A second later, it sailed across the room to join its mate. Brenden wiggled his toes, happily barefoot, while I watched, at least as happy as he was.

Still, I could feel the heat radiating off my cheeks. “Did Seth put you up to this?” I asked.

Brenden smiled. “Not exactly. But after what happened at the center, I wanted to make sure no one else  got a peek at these—“ He lifted a foot, showing off curled toes and a wrinkled sole at me. “—this evening, not before you did.”

“Well, then...what did you talk about?” I tried looking Brenden in the eye, but shyness and the distraction of that lifted foot provided extra distraction for me. It was so much easier to focus below the ankle.

Brenden bit his lip with his cute buck teeth, thoughtful. “Well, it's not really anything secret. He did give me some advice. I'll tell you...” He pauses a beat, then uncurled those toes, splaying them as he very nearly brushed my chin with them. “I'll tell you one thing about what we talked about for every lick on my feet,” he said.

I squirmed. I had thought that letting anyone know my secret would lead to teasing. Just not in this terribly wonderful way. “That sounds like a Seth suggestion,” I murmured, before my tongue slid out and shyly dabbed over his big toe.

“It was.” Brenden's impish grin spread. “That's one thing!”

I groaned. “That's not even fair.” And still, out came my tongue, giving another lick, this time catching two toes.

“Mm. Feels fair to me.” Brenden sighed happily as he wiggled his toes. “He told me that if I made you sad, I'd have both your dads and about two dozen gay uncles coming after me.” No wonder he'd been flustered when meeting the other guys at the center.

“Well...” I paused. “I don't know about two dozen. Maybe just one,” I smiled a little, despite the fact that I was sure my face was warm enough to singe my fur. My tongue swirled around the ball of Brenden's foot.

“Mm. We talked about the pamphlets your dads had him give us. He said I looked too bored just reading them to remember much, so he told me what was in them instead.” Which...well, despite everything, Seth is trained to do that, and he'd heard it enough back when he was young enough to be in my youth group at the center.

“Mmhm.” I twirled a finger for Brenden to continue, and kept licking, no longer waiting for his answers before giving the next lick. Instead, my tongue bathed his toes as Brenden squirmed and made a few cute squeaking sounds.

“The other foot, too, Wes,” Brenden said, as he flexed the other set of toes for me. “Um, please. So, he told me the main stuff that your dads would want me to know. And then he told me a little extra...ooh.” He went quiet, because I'd taken that other foot and stuffed a pair of toes in my muzzle, greedily sucking on them. I still felt pretty embarrassed, but it was like embarrassment could only do so much to stop me.

I think for a little while neither of us really tried to keep up the conversation. Eventually, though, Brenden tugged his wetly glistening toes away, and I could see he was breathing as fast as I was. “S-so, I guess I can tell you the rest. So, you saw the section on stuff to do other than, um...you know, muzzle or butt stuff?”

Oh, wow. His ears had turned from their usual pink on the insides to crimson. I lowered my voice to a whisper, just in case my dads could hear. “Yeah.”

“Well, you know. Seth told me that using hands was a good start if we wanted to...well, do those kinds of things. But that there's something like using hands that you might find more fun.” With that, I was aware of a little pressure against my thigh, and then further in, as Brenden's freshly-sucked toes found the tent in my pants and pushed against them. “I-if you wanna try it.”

I looked at Brenden's face (it took some effort, believe me). He looked nervous, definitely blushing. And hopeful, maybe as hopeful as when he'd first asked me out. He really wanted this!

I didn't trust myself to give a coherent answer. So I moved his feet from my lap.

Brenden's face fell, disappointed—but only until I lifted my butt and wiggled my pants downwards, then did it again for my underwear.

Now, this wasn't the first time I'd let another boy see me stiff like this. But this felt different. I felt shyer about it with Brenden, a little embarrassed at how hard my pink dick had gotten from kissing my boyfriend's feet. “Sorry,” I mumbled.

Brenden let out a breath, as if all the tension left him. “For what?” His legs stretched right back out, toes wiggling their way along the underside of my hardon.

Part of me was smart enough to grab the blanket folded on the back of the couch, just in case Papa or Dad showed up, but for the moment, I just watched as Brenden explored my bare lap with his feet. It definitely felt different than when I rubbed myself with my hand. It felt different from having anyone else use their hand on me, either. Brenden's foot was still a little damp from my licking and so, so soft against my hardon. He trailed his big toe along my shaft, and then used his other foot to trap me between his soles.

I swallowed. “Seth told you to try this?”

“Yeah. You're not mad, are you?” Brenden truly looked contrite for taking dirty ideas from the raccoon.

Meanwhile, I was trying to figure out how to thank Seth without exactly telling him that we tried letting Brenden use his bare feet to play with my dick. “No. No, definitely not mad.” I paused, then murmured, “You can press a little harder, I think. Just, careful.”

A little more pressure, and there was enough friction to feel really good as my hips pushed upwards against that soft, pink skin. Brenden's toes curled and gave me a warm, wiggly place to push up into, and a little trickle of slippery fluid from my tip added more glisten to the digits.

“Does it feel good?” Brenden asked, genuinely curious.

“Really good.” Another thrust, this one more confident. And another, and soon I was outright fucking Brenden's feet. One of my hands found his leg and rubbed along it, touching him, wanting to not be greedy, to make him feel good, too, but all I could really manage was a little petting through the legs of his pants.

Brenden didn't seem to mind. He experimented with using his soles as a place for me to hump into, with rubbing his toes on my shaft, on my dickhead, getting them slippery with my pre. All of it felt great. I'd never even dared to fantasize about it, but there I was, getting a footjob from my boyfriend. I really wanted this to last forever.

“This is so cool, Wes,” Brenden whispered, almost in awe. “I wanna try doing your feet next.”

As it turns out, instead of forever, I lost it right after Brenden said that, missing the mark by an eternity. This little—I guess it was a mewl, but it sounds kind of embarrassing to admit it—this mewl escaped my muzzle, and I had to clap my hand over my mouth to keep the rest of the noises quiet.

I kept my eyes open, though, and I was treated to the sight of pearly white bathing Brenden's toes. My boyfriend squeaked, then flexed the digits, letting out a little giggle. “Gooey.” Even as my twitching subsided, he started to sit up. “Uh...” He looked at my dads' nice clean carpet, then his messy feet. “How are we going to clean this...up!” He let out a little laugh as I lifted one foot and began to lick my cum from them. I wanted to do it before I lost that just-came feeling and got too shy to do it. Up came Brenden's other foot, and it was a messier repeat of just before my footjob.

We finished that up just in time. I heard footsteps coming down the hall, and had the blanket over my lap and Brenden's legs just in time for Papa to come into the room. “Getting some water,” he said, even as he cast a nosy gaze over towards us. “Everything all right, boys?”

But I guess all he saw was me with a controller next to me and Brenden warming his feet under the blanket, too far away to get mixed up in anything really naughty. “Yeah. Just some fun with our games, Papa.” I could see him relax at what seemed like an innocent sight.

Really, I'm just lucky Dad kept him in check that long. Papa was anything but subtle when he was snooping. But a moment later, liquid pretense in hand, Papa was stalking his way back to my dads' bedroom, and we were left alone.

I let out a sigh of relief. “That'll probably be it for Papa tonight. Sorry, he gets suspicious.”

Brenden giggled. “I thought I was gonna die!”

“Hey, my pants were the ones down,” I said, smiling.

Brenden's laughter died out, and he started trying to nudge the blanket off. “So...my turn?” he asked, hopeful. He was already starting to tug his zipper down.

How could I not give him a turn? I never imagined that I'd have a boyfriend not only okay with me touching his feet, but that seeemed to be into mine. I started to turn so I could get my own feet in his lap.

My usual Community Center Saturdays aren't ever going to top this one.

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