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She and Kendal waved to him from the car before it pulled away.\n\nThe wolf sighed as he stepped inside and closed the door. Even that short walk was enough to soak him all the way to the skin. He should’ve brought a raincoat, but it didn’t look like it would rain that morning.\n\n“Mom, Dad, I’m home!” Martin called.\n\n“Get your ass in here!” his dad yelled.\n\nUh oh. That tone meant nothing but trouble. The wolf pup dropped his backpack and gym bag by the door and walked to the kitchen. “Yeah, Dad?”\n\nHis parents were both sitting at the table. His mother’s face was inscrutable, but his father’s was contorted in rage. He held up a worksheet from sex ed to the pup. “What the FUCK is this?”\n\nMartin blinked. That was the sheet on sexual orientations. It was supposed to be a reference for the cubs. “Uh… my homework?”\n\nBruce growled and ripped it up. “What kinda commie bullshit are they teaching you? The fuckin’ nerve of this school, tryin’ to brainwash you with all of this nonesense.” He tossed the papers at him. “You are not allowed to attend that class, you hear me, boy?”\n\n“What? Why not?” Martin asked.\n\n“Because it ain’t right for a school to step in and teach a boy what his parents oughta be teachin’!” he roared.\n\nThe wolf pup’s fur stood on end. “Oh, so YOU’RE gonna teach me about sex, then?”\n\n“Not until you’re older!” the wolf roared. “You don’t need to know a damned thing about sex until you’re married. To a GIRL. Fuck all of this bullshit of them trying to make you gay. No son of MINE is gonna be some fucking homosexual DEGENERATE.”\n\nMartin gritted his teeth. Much as he wanted to scream that it was too late, he already was, he knew better than to out himself to them, especially when his dad was already in a mood.\n\n“They’re not gonna let me skip it, Dad,” Martin said.\n\n“I already called the school and they said he isn’t allowed to step out,” his mother said.\n\n“Fuck the school,” Bruce said. “I’ll take you out myself if I have to.”\n\nThe pup rolled his eyes. “Sure, you’re gonna show up to my school every Friday in the middle of the day and take me out for an hour so I can’t go to that class. I believe that, Dad.”\n\nHe knew it was a bad idea the moment the words left his mouth, but nothing could stop them.\n\n“What did you just say to me, BOY?!” Bruce roared.\n\n“N-nothing!” Martin said, taking a step back.\n\nBefore he could get any farther, the adult wolf grabbed his wrist. In a flash, Martin was slammed against the wall, his arm twisted behind him.\n\n“Don’t you EVER talk to me like that again, boy, or I’ll break your fucking arm off. You hear me?”\n\nPain shot up through his arm, bringing tears to his eyes. “Y-yes sir… s-sorry, sir…”\n\nHis father gave it another yank to hammer home his point, then released him. “Good. Now get your ass to your room. You’re grounded for a month.”\n\nThe whimpering pup slinked off to his room with his tail between his legs, pausing only to scoop up his bags before heading right to his room. What the hell was his dad’s problem?\n\nHe closed his door behind him and locked it, then tossed his bags aside and threw himself into his bed, nursing his sore arm. \n\nWith little else to do, after a few minutes of sulking, Martin pulled out his homework. He was thankful that Mrs. Jasmin stopped for burgers on the way home, or else he’d be going to bed hungry. It wasn’t fair. His dad was such a jerk!\n\nIt felt like it took no time at all to finish all of his work. Well, at least he wouldn’t have to worry about it over the weekend. And yet somehow it was already half past ten. He shook his head and stared out his bedroom window, again thinking about the unfairness of what his dad did.\n\n“Stupidass,” Martin muttered, his nose pressed against the cool glass.\n\nMovement next door caught his eye, and the wolf turned his attention to the neighbor’s house. He could just make out Jamie in her bedroom, pulling off her clothes to change for bed. The wolf cursed the rain — it made it way too hard to see anything! In a flash, the girl was finished, and she ran out of sight again. A moment later, the light went out. So much for a show.\n\nThe lights were still on in the living room, though. While the curtains were drawn, he could still see movement behind them. He thought about what Mrs. Langley had said a few months back, when he had first come out (well, maybe been forced out by his boyfriend, but still), and the consequences he doubtless would have faced at the paws of his brothers. He wished he could be at Robbie’s now. But it was late, and rainy. Robbie’d probably already be in bed.\n\nAt the same time, though, he didn’t want to stay here. Not with his dad being the way he was. He thought back to a couple of months ago, when Mr. Caulfield had invited him over for dinner. Maybe he could spend some time there. Anything would be better than spending the night in his parents’ house.\n\nMartin glanced over his shoulder at the door to his bedroom, then back outside. The front porch wrapped around the house, and there were plenty of bushes around them. If he was daring, he could just slip out the window and climb down that way. The tree along the side of the house would be perfect for climbing up to get back in. No one would have to be the wiser.\n\n\nScrew it. He needed out, consequences be damned. Martin crossed the room and locked his bedroom door. He knew it wouldn’t stop his parents if they were determined to get him up in the morning, but they rarely cared enough to do more than knock, anyway. It felt better to at least put that baffle up, anyway.\n\nThe wolf took another breath as he walked back to the window. Was he really going to do this? His paws trembled as he reached out toward the window and pushed it open. A cold blast of wind chilled him to the bone. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea…\n\nMartin looked back at his door, then shook his head, his paws balling into fists. No. He NEEDED to get out of this house for an evening. He lifted one leg up and put it out the window. Almost immediately, his pajama pants were soaked through with the cold December rain. He gritted his teeth and climbed the rest of the way out, then lowered his window. No need to let his room flood in the storm.\n\nThis was it. He was out on the roof over the front porch. He took a tentative step forward, and yipped as his paw slipped out from under him. The roof was a lot more slippery than he was expecting!\n\nHe managed to stop himself as he got to the edge of the roof. The wolf gingerly got back to his feet, and shimmied over toward the bushes.\n\nBy the looks of things, his parents weren’t in the living room. Or at least if they were, they had the curtains drawn. There was no light on the yard, as there doubtless would be without a curtain to block it. Satisfied, he took a breath, then hopped down into the bush.\n\nHis regret was immediate. Those bushes always felt so soft from the sides when he’d play in them during the summer. Coming down from the top, they were all poky sticks and thorn-like leaves. They offered little support. He landed much harder than anticipated, falling right into a puddle.\n\n“Owwww…” Martin whined.\n\nHe immediately clapped his paws over his mouth and looked around. He had no idea how noisy his descent was. His ears perked. All he could hear was the wind and the falling rain. Hopefully no one inside heard anything.\n\nDespite his worry and the aches in his body from his rough landing, he had to move. It was damned cold, and being soaked through wasn’t helping matters. The wolf groaned as he pushed himself to his paws. He shook off some of the excess water, then made a dash for the fence separating the two yards.\n\nGetting over was harder than he would have imagined. His wet clothes kept sticking to the top of the fence. It took a little doing, but he managed to get over and flop down into the neighbor’s yard. So far so good. He was in the home stretch now.\n\nMartin got to his paws, and watched the lights go out in the living room of the Caulfield house.\n\n“Shit!” Martin cried. He made a mad dash across the yard. Please oh please don’t be going to bed. It was such a relief to get out of the rain under the neighbor’s porch that he almost collapsed right there. But there was no time to rest. He crossed the last few feet to the door and leaned heavily against it. The doorbell shined at him, and the wolf reached out a paw and pressed it.\n\nHis heart pounded in his ears as he waited for a response. If Jamie’s dad had already gone to bed, he’d be screwed! Climbing back up the tree into his room in this storm seemed almost suicidal at this point. Robbie’s house might be an alternate safe haven, but that quarter mile would be hell in the cold and rain. It didn’t help that his whole body was already sore from his hard landing from the top of the porch.\n\nThe wolf sucked in a breath as he heard the lock clicking. Relief washed over him as the door opened. He almost fell in after it, but managed to catch himself.\n\n“Martin? What are you doing here?!”\n\nMartin’s ears folded down. The tone in Keith’s voice stabbed like a knife. In that moment, he realized just how stupid he was being. The wolf pup whimpered and looked up at the adult. “I… umm…”\n\nThe arctic fox reached a paw out and grabbed the wolf’s shoulder. “Oh gods, you’re freezing! Get in, quick!” Keith said.\n\nA second paw landed on his other shoulder and ushered the wolf in. Martin let out a sigh as the door shut behind him. Warmth… he’d only been outside for a couple minutes, but that was more than enough to nearly freeze him.\n\n“Fucking hell! Isn’t that the boy from next door?”\n\nMartin blushed. It took him a moment to remember who that second voice belonged to.\n\n“Teddy, go upstairs and get a towel and a bathrobe,” Keith commanded. “Bring them to the bathroom downstairs. You, come with me.”\n\nMartin was in a bit of a stupor as the arctic fox guided him through the living room. He barely registered as they entered the bathroom.\n\nThe lights blinded him. They were quite the contrast against the darkness outside.\n\n“What are you even doing here?” Keith whispered. “And look at you… you’re covered in mud and soaked to the skin! Let’s get you out of these clothes…”\n\nTwo large paws started to unbutton his shirt. Part of the wolf wanted to protest. He was nearly twelve, after all! He could undress himself! But he was so cold… he hadn’t even realized how much he was shivering until he tried to raise a paw to help get his shirt open.\n\n“Got the towels,” Teddy said.\n\n“Thanks,” Keith said. “Wait there a minute.”\n\nMartin couldn’t even bring himself to look at the arctic fox before him. He kept his eyes firmly on his footpaws as the adult slipped his shirt down his arms. His sleep pants and boxers quickly followed, leaving him completely bare. Keith even had to lift his footpaws to get those garments free.\n\n“Teddy, get these in the wash,” Keith said.\n\nThe wolf turned a little and watched as the fox tossed his pajamas to the fennec. With surprising speed, Keith snatched up the towel and began vigorously rubbing him.\n\nA minute of that left the wolf mostly dry. “Good enough,” Keith said. He tossed the towel aside, then grabbed the bathrobe and wrapped the wolf in it, helping guide Martin’s arms into the sleeves. “It’s a little big, but I rather suspected that would be the case. All snug now, little guy?”\n\nMartin nodded. He hugged the robe close around himself, his eyes following the adult as Keith stood up before him. “Thanks,” he muttered.\n\nKeith crossed his arms and looked down at the wolf. “Good. Now, care to explain why I found you at my doorstep at quarter past eleven?”\n\n“I…” Martin sighed, and hugged himself a little tighter. “I just…”\n\nThe fennec poked his head around the bathroom door. “Got them in the wash,” Teddy said.\n\nKeith put a paw on Martin’s shoulder. “Thanks, Teddy,” he said. His eyes remained focused on the wolf. “Come with me. Let’s sit on the couch.”\n\nThe wolf shivered as the adult guided him out of the room. His eyes had finally adjusted to the light, so it wasn’t a shock when one of the adults turned on the lights in the living room. He noted a couple of glasses sitting on the coffee table, both with traces of golden brown liquid inside.\n\nMartin’s brain seemed to thaw as Keith sat him down in the middle of the couch. His shivering subsided as the adult sat down next to him. A fresh tremble ran through his body as the adult tugged him into his lap. “I’m not a baby,” Martin muttered.\n\n“No, but you’re cold,” Keith replied. “Body heat will help you warm up.” The adult pulled a blanket around them. “Alright, pup… talk. Why did you show up at my doorstep?”\n\n“I… I…” Martin struggled to formulate the words. The reasons he had seemed so foggy and distant. “I just… my dad threatened to break my arm if I went to sex ed at school, and grounded me for talking back. He told me that no son of his would be a ‘degenerate homosexual’ or whatever, and I just… I didn’t wanna be in that house tonight…”\n\nA few moments of silence hung in the air. Martin looked over at Teddy, who had sat down on the other side of the couch, then up at Keith. Both adults were looking at him with… shocked expressions.\n\n“Oh, honey…”\n\nThe fennec rested one of his paws on the wolf’s foot.\n\n“That’s… that’s straight up abuse,” Keith said. “I can’t blame you for wanting to get out of that house.”\n\nMartin sighed and shut his eyes as the arctic fox squeezed him. “I guess… but then there’s the way they talk about gay furs… like how all fags should rot in hell and die, and how dad praises my brothers for doing shit like beating up kids they think are gay at school, and it just… it scares me… like they’d do that to me if they knew how I felt about Robbie…”\n\nThe wolf trembled. Scary as it was to share all of that, it felt good to get it out, especially to Keith. After their talk a few weeks ago about his encounter with Teddy, Keith had made it clear that the wolf could talk to him about anything. So had Robbie’s parents. Oh how he wished he could have parents like them instead of the shit heads he was stuck with…\n\nTeddy cleared his throat. “I, uh… I think I’m going to head to bed… i-it’s been a long day, and I…”\n\nThe fennec trailed off as he stood up. He grabbed one of the glasses from the table and drank its remaining contents. He gasped as he finished, and set the glass down. Without another word, Teddy stumbled toward the stairs and disappeared.\n\nSilence fell in the room again. Martin felt dumber than ever. Why did he think this was a good idea? The wolf pulled his legs up and hugged them to his chest.\n\n“Martin,” Keith whispered. The adult sighed, then nuzzled the wolf’s cheek. “I… I can’t pretend to know what you’re going through. My own parents were… very liberal. Never really outgrew the free love of the sixties, you know? I never had to be afraid to be myself around them. But I had friends who had families like that. And what I do know is how to be a safe haven.”\n\nA glimmer of hope. Martin looked up at the adult. “Does that mean I can stay?” he whispered.\n\n“For tonight,” Keith said. He sighed, then shook his head. “It’s a different world today than it was even twenty years ago. But if your family’s that hostile, I can let you stay tonight. But… promise me that you’ll talk to a teacher about this on Monday, alright?”\n\nMartin nodded, then threw his arms around the adult’s neck, holding on for dear life. “Thank you,” the wolf whispered.\n\nA cold pit sank to the bottom of the wolf’s stomach, followed by a burning hollowing-out of his chest. All at once he was overwhelmed with emotions. Fear, anger, doubt, relief… love. He trembled as tears flowed unbidden from his eyes. He had no idea WHY he was crying, but it felt safe to do it here.\n\nFrom the back of his mind, Martin heard his father’s voice scolding him for being a fucking sissy. His body quaked as he cried all the harder.\n\nHe vaguely registered the fox’s paws roaming over his back. Through the fog of his mind, he heard Keith’s voice, whispering in a soothing tone. “It’s okay, little guy… everything’s going to be alright. I’m here… It’s okay… cry it out.”\n\nMartin shuddered in the adult’s grasp. It felt weird to have an adult tell him it was okay to cry. Especially a male. Cry he did, though. He squeezed tight around Keith, clinging to the adult as he buried his face in the fox’s chestfur.\n\nHe didn’t know how much time passed as he cried quietly with Keith. At least the adult didn’t seem to mind. The wolf felt the adult’s paws rubbing up and down his back. It felt nice to be held and pet like that. He shifted a little as the adult rested his chin on top of his head.\n\nAt long last, Martin’s tears stopped. He breathed in deeply against Keith. Crying felt good… getting those emotions out. He sighed and lifted his head to look at the fox.\n\n“Feel a little better, kiddo?” Keith asked.\n\nMartin nodded. “Yeah… thanks,” he whispered.\n\nThe fox smiled at the wolf, then eased Martin off his lap to sit on the couch next to him. “Good,” he said. He leaned forward and grabbed his glass from the table. \n\nThe wolf’s eyes followed Keith’s paw as he brought the glass to his lips and took a sip. “Whatcha drinkin’?”\n\n“Scotch whisky,” Keith replied. “Single malt, aged sixteen years.” He took another sip, then glanced at the wolf out of the corner of his eye. “Bit older than you, I suspect.”\n\n“Only four years,” Martin replied. He chuckled softly, then cleared his throat. “Umm… c-could I try it?”\n\nThe adult laughed. “You really wanna try?” Keith smirked and held the glass out to the wolf. “This might be a little rough for a first timer. Sniff it before you sip. No shame in saying no.”\n\nMartin took the glass and raised it to his muzzle. He sniffed the liquid inside. Immediately, he picked up the earthy smell of peat and oak. It burned his nostrils. The boy recoiled from the glass.\n\nKeith reached for the glass. Martin tugged it away, turning his back to the adult. “Hang on, I wanna at least try it first!”\n\nThe adult sat back and turned to face the wolf. “Alright. Expect it to burn going down. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”\n\nThe wolf nodded. He sat back and looked at the fox, noticing for the first time that Keith was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. Martin straightened his shoulders and brought the glass back to his muzzle. He shut his eyes and tilted it back, letting a little of the amber liquid flow from the glass into his mouth.\n\nHe regretted it instantly. It tasted like he just took a swig of a bog. Swallowing was even worse. His throat felt like it was on fire. He spluttered, doubling over on himself. He barely noticed the fox taking the glass from his paw.\n\n“You alright, Marty?” Keith asked.\n\n“How can you DRINK that stuff?!” Martin gasped.\n\n“It’s an acquired taste,” Keith replied. He rubbed Martin’s back with one paw, his other easing the wolf to sit back. “If you really wanna have a drink… I could do something a little easier on you. You like Coke?”\n\nMartin settled back on the couch, then looked at the fox. “Yeah.”\n\n“Alright, then… I’ll be right back.”\n\nThe wolf watched as the fox stood up and walked around the couch to the kitchen. He returned a minute later with two glasses with ice, a can of Coke, and a bottle of lime juice.\n\n“What’s the lime juice for?” Martin asked.\n\nKeith set the glasses and drinks down on the table. “Martin, my boy, I’m going to introduce you to my favorite drink when I was your age.” He walked over to a cabinet in the corner and opened it up.\n\n“Whoa…”\n\nThere was so much liquor! Easily two or three dozen bottles of different shapes and sizes, some with clear liquid, some with ambers and brown, even blue and green! Keith reached in and pulled out a bottle.\n\n“What’s that?” Martin asked.\n\n“Rum,” Keith said. He twisted the top off the bottle and swirled around the clear liquid inside, then poured some into each glass. The adult set it down and put the top back on, then popped open the can of Coke and poured half into each glass, filling them near to the brim. He finished the drinks off with little splashes of lime juice, then picked them up and offered one to the wolf.\n\nMartin looked at the glass, then brought it to his muzzle. It smelled a little different from regular coke, but definitely not as bad as that scotch had. He took a tentative sip.\n\n“Huh,” Martin said. That sip went down a lot smoother. He could still feel the warmth from the alcohol, but it didn’t burn like the straight liquor. The Coke had some fruitiness to it, probably some from the lime and some from the rum. “That’s kinda good!”\n\nKeith chuckled and sat back down on the couch, and took a long sip from his glass. “Cuba Libre,” the fox said. “Rum, Coke, and a little lime juice. And what makes this special is the rum is from Cuba. A little gift my parents sent me recently. La historia me absolverá.”\n\nMartin blinked at that, and took another sip of his drink. “Habla español?”\n\n“Poquito. Poquito,” Keith replied.\n\nThe wolf pulled his legs up onto the couch and snuggled up close to the fox. Why couldn’t Keith be his dad? Why did he have to get stuck with the asshole of a family he got? He shook that thought away as he took another sip of his Cuba libre. Keith was cool, and he wasn’t gonna let his stupid family ruin the rest of his night.\n\n“Es mi clase favorita en la escuela,” Martin said.\n\n“Que bueno!” Keith said. “Es muy importante hablar más de uno idioma, y el Español es muy útil en los Estados Unidos.”\n\nMartin grinned and took another sip of his drink. His dad always said that learning another language was a waste of time, but here was this adult validating his desire to learn languages. The wolf even understood what Keith said! “Sí! Y es divertido, también.”\n\nThe fox chuckled. “Creerías que nunca lo estudié en la escuela?”\n\nMartin blinked. “Uh… sorry, I, uh, don’t know what you said.” The boy blushed.\n\nKeith took a long draught of his drink, then shook his head. “Sorry. En ingles, would you believe that I never studied it in school?”\n\n“No way!” Martin said.\n\n“Way,” the fox replied. “I took French and German, but I don’t really remember much of those. Spanish I learned during my parents’ summer trips down to Latin America. Mexico, Guatemala, Costa Rica, Colombia, Nicaragua, Argentina...” He stroked his chin and stared off into the distance as he took another sip. “Some weren’t exactly the safest places in the world, but oh, the adventures we had…”\n\nA world traveler, to boot! The wolf’s head swam. Warmth swelled in his belly. Maybe this was the alcohol, but some of this had to be his honest emotions, too. Keith was the most interesting fur in the world right then. Who would have thought that the neighbor would have been so awesome?\n\nThe night wore on as Martin sipped his drink. He and Keith talked for what felt like hours. They talked about music, about history, about languages, all of the things Martin loved but could never talk to his parents about, because they were never interested. It was a little slice of heaven for the wolf.\n\nDespite his desire to stay up later talking with Keith, the late hour was catching up with Martin. The wolf yawned.\n\n“Getting tired, kiddo?” Keith asked.\n\nThe wolf shook his head. “Nuh uh. I can stay up longer.”\n\n“Bullshit,” Keith whispered.\n\nMartin giggled a little and yawned again. “Okay, maybe I’m a little tired.”\n\nThe fox nodded and stood up. “That’s what I thought. I can set you up in the guest bedroom.”\n\nThe wolf’s heart sank at the idea of sleeping in the guest bedroom. He didn’t want to leave Keith’s side. Without even really thinking, he blurted out, “What about your bed?”\n\nKeith raised an eyebrow. “My bed?” he asked.\n\n“Yeah,” Martin said, perking up a little, the warmth in his belly giving him a boost of confidence. “Ya know… with you. I, uh, don’t wanna be alone tonight.”\n\nA few moments of silence greeted the wolf. The fox crossed his arms. Martin’s ears and tail drooped. That didn’t look promising.\n\nAfter an interminable pause, Keith sighed. “Might get a little crowded in my bed. Teddy and I have been sharing it for a couple months now. But if you insist, we can. Or we can take the guest bedroom if you’d like to be with just me,” he said. “Come on. You can let me know on the way up.” He held out a paw to the wolf.\n\nMartin’s heart leapt. He took the fox’s paw and slipped off the couch. His penis stirred a little beneath the bathrobe as Keith gripped his paw and led him towards the stairs. It was tempting to sleep with both him and the fennec, but Teddy had seemed very… skittish. Maybe it’d be best to pursue him again another time. “Can we go to the guest bedroom?”\n\nKeith smiled at the wolf pup. “Sure thing, kiddo.”\n\nHe was getting to snuggle with someone tonight. A rush of emotions flooded through him as he followed the arctic fox: gratitude, relief, lust, and again that strange feeling of love. Not the same kind of love he had for Robbie. No, this was different.\n\nA twinge of jealousy for Jamie, having Keith as a father, added to the tempest as the two ascended the stairs. Martin glanced toward Jamie’s bedroom as they reached the top of the stairs. He didn’t have long to look, as Keith led him the other way, toward the guest bedroom.\n\nAs they crossed the threshold, Keith pushed the door shut. “So, your pajamas are still in the wash. They probably won’t be dry for quite some time. You can keep that robe on, or I can lend you some pajamas to wear to bed. Got a preference?”\n\nA shiver ran down the wolf’s spine. He knew what he’d prefer, but he wasn’t sure how the adult would take it. But might as well try, right? He seemed cool enough. “Do I have to wear anything to bed?” Martin asked.\n\nKeith shrugged. “I suppose not. I never wore anything to bed as a kit.” He pulled the covers back on his bed, then climbed in, slipping under the sheets, and patted the bed next to him. “Come on in, kiddo.”\n\nMartin blushed a little as he opened the bathrobe and let it slide off his shoulders. The thick fabric collected around his ankles, and he picked it up. “Where do ya want this?”\n\nKeith chuckled. “Just toss it on the chair in the corner. I’ll deal with it in the morning.”\n\nThe wolf nodded and looked around. He spied the chair and tossed the robe onto it, then jumped up into the fox’s bed, the adolescent wolf curling right up against the adult’s side.\n\nWarmth enveloped him as Keith brought the covers down over them. Martin wrapped his arms and legs around the adult, shivering a little as he clung to his savior for the night. Another shiver ran down the wolf’s spine as he found himself fur to fur with Keith, only the adult’s boxers keeping his modesty in check. He blushed, feeling his penis hardening against the adult’s thigh.\n\n“Heh. Snuggly little guy, aren’t you?” Keith whispered. He draped an arm over the wolf and pulled him in close.\n\n“I guess,” Martin said. He nuzzled the adult’s chest, then looked up into his eyes. He trembled as he felt tears welling up in his eyes. “Thanks for letting me stay,” he whispered.\n\nThe fox smiled back, and Keith stroked Martin’s ears. He leaned in and planted a kiss on the wolf’s forehead. “No problem. But again, don’t make a habit of this,” he chided. The grin on his face, though, made the wolf feel like he’d be more than welcome if he needed to come back again.\n\nWithout even realizing it, Martin rolled his hips against the fox’s side. His erection grew as he snuggled up against the adult. He blushed. Gods, he wanted to ask if the arctic fox wanted to play. Part of him really wanted to just to repay Keith for his kindness. Maybe he would even initiate. After all, there’s no way he didn’t know that the wolf was getting erect.\n\nKeith chuckled. “Feels like someone’s a little horny,” he whispered.\n\nMartin blushed deeper, but grinned up at the fox. He knew he didn’t have to hide from this adult. “Yeah,” Martin whispered.\n\nThe fox laughed quietly, then laid back on his bed, taking his arm from around the wolf. “Oh, I remember what it was like when I was your age.” He turned his head to the wolf and smiled at him. “You’re welcome to paw off if you need to.”\n\nNot quite the answer the wolf was looking for. Clearly he’d have to be more forward. “What if I don’t wanna paw myself off?” he whispered.\n\nThe adult considered the question for a moment. “Well, I’ve got a toy or two I could let you try out, if you want.”\n\nThe wolf squirmed a little. That wasn’t what he meant, though he did have to admit, that idea sounded interesting. Not what he was after, though. “What if I wanted to play with you?” Martin whispered. “You did say it was okay for me to ask you guys about it…”\n\n“Oh, Martin,” Keith whispered. “You’ve had some booze. I’ve had a lot more. Look, I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret, okay? Alcohol can lower your inhibitions and make you do things you don’t want to do, and you might not even remember them in the morning.” The fox sighed and shook his head. “If you wanna take care of yourself, you’re welcome to. But I’m not going to do anything to or with you tonight. Not when you’ve just had your first drink.”\n\nMartin’s heart sank. That wasn’t the answer he wanted. “But I feel fine!” Martin protested. “I mean, a little tingly, but in a good way! Please, Keith?”\n\nThe arctic fox shook his head again. “No. I don’t want to hurt you.” He sighed and rolled onto his back. “Maybe another time, if you really want to, and we’re both sober. We can talk about it. But that’s a big if. For now, though, it’s a no.”\n\nAs the wolf opened his mouth to protest further, the full significance of the fox’s words hit him. This adult really cared about him. He was looking out for him in ways he hadn’t even imagined before that moment. He’d even left open the possibility that they could play in the future. Another twinge of jealousy for Jamie caught in his throat. He suppressed it. Maybe Keith was Jamie’s dad, but for tonight, Martin could pretend that Keith was his.\n\n“Okay,” Martin whispered. He wrapped his arms around the fox and nuzzled his chest, then looked up at him. “We can still snuggle, though, right?”\n\nAn arm wrapped around him. The fox’s paw came to rest on his lower back, just above his tail base. “Of course,” Keith whispered.\n\nMartin nodded and rested his head on the fox’s chest. He was so warm. Was this what a father’s love felt like? Without even thinking, the wolf whispered three words to Keith. “Love you, dad.”\n\nHe felt the adult plant a kiss on his forehead. In his tired state, he didn’t even register what he’d just said. Or he didn’t, until the fox responded. “Love you, too, son.”\n\nThe wolf squeezed the fox tight. Tears welled up in his eyes. He rubbed his face against Keith’s chest, wiping away the fresh condensation as the last light of consciousness left him. In an instant, the wolf was asleep.\n\nIt was still dark when Martin awoke. He peered at the digital clock through the darkness. 3:41am. His bladder told him he had to get up.\n\nBlearily, the boy slipped out of bed and tip toed to the bathroom. He shivered as the cold night art bit his skin through his fur. As quick as he could, he peed, flushed, then snuck back to the adult’s bed.\n\nThrough the darkness, Martin could just barely make out the gentle rise and fall of Keith’s chest. He climbed back in and snuggled up against the adult. His penis stirred.\n\nSure, Keith had told him no for tonight. But he really wanted to make the adult feel good, to repay him for how awesome he’d been. Just a little bit couldn’t hurt, right?\n\nHe reached a paw down and started to fondle the fox’s penis through his boxers. Keith snorted, but made no other reaction. He certainly didn’t seem to be on the verge of waking up.\n\nThe wolf got a little more bold, and reached in through the fly of his boxers. His paw gripped the adult’s soft cock and experimentally rolled his foreskin back and forth. He felt a little leap in his gut. He’d been rapidly growing an appreciation for foreskin and uncut dicks. The adult’s penis didn’t feel that big soft. Martin began working his paw up and down the adult’s shaft. A grin spread across his muzzle as Keith began to firm up.\n\nIt took less than a minute to get him fully hard. The wolf worked his paw in slow strokes, taking note of the feel of his foreskin gliding back and forth. As his erection grew, Martin’s eyes widened. Keith may have felt small soft, but hard he was HUGE. He wrapped both of his paws around Keith’s seven and a half inches. Damn, that was big. As big as Robbie’s dad, even. He kept his ears perked for reactions from the fox. A little moan, but no changes to his breathing. It seemed like someone was a heavy sleeper.\n\nMartin bit his lip as he felt his own boyhood throbbing. He rolled his hips back and forth, rubbing his erection slowly against the adult’s thigh. Keeping quiet was going to be hard.\n\nThe wolf kept this up for a couple minutes. Still no sign of the adult waking up. He shivered a little. Should he dare?\n\n“No risk, no reward,” he whispered.\n\nHe took a breath and slipped down under the covers. It was completely dark down there. He moved his head by feel, until his nose bumped into the adult’s tip. He grinned, and gave the fox’s penis a few licks, then took those top two inches into his muzzle, suckling on it hungrily.\n\nKeith’s body jerked as the wolf started to suck him. Uh oh. Had he gone too far? Martin hastily pulled his muzzle back and climbed back up, trying to get back into the position he’d been in when the two had fallen asleep. Please still be asleep, please still be asleep, please still be asl—\n\n“Martin?”\n\nCrap. Maybe if he stayed quiet.\n\n“Martin, I know you’re awake,” Keith whispered.\n\nCaught. The wolf boy whimpered softly and looked up at the adult. In the darkness of the bedroom, it was impossible to read his expression.\n\n“What were you doing down there?” Keith asked.\n\n“I was… I just… I mean,” Martin began.\n\n“Why were you doing it?” Keith asked.\n\nThe wolf sighed. “I don’t know,” he whispered.\n\n“Come on, Martin,” Keith whispered. “You had a reason. Don’t be afraid to tell me. I’m not mad. I just want to know why.”\n\nWell, at least he wasn’t in trouble. “I just… you’ve been so nice to me tonight, Mr. Caulfi—”\n\n“Keith,” the fox corrected.\n\nThe wolf nodded, then continued. “Sorry. But you’ve been so nice, Keith, that I jus… I wanted to make you feel good, too. To repay you, ya know?”\n\n“Sweetie,” Keith whispered. “You don’t have to repay me for anything.” He kissed the boy’s forehead. “I don’t want you thinking you have to suck my dick in order for me to look out for you.”\n\nThe wolf couldn’t help but to giggle. It felt weird to have an adult so openly talking about sex things. He felt his own dick throb a little. “What if I want to do it, though?” Martin whispered.\n\n“Is that you asking? Or this little guy?” Keith asked. The adult’s paw brushed across the wolf’s penis.\n\n“Por que no los dos?” Martin replied.\n\nThe adult chuckled. “Tell you what,” Keith whispered. “Let’s take care of this little guy, and then see how you feel. Sound like a plan?”\n\nMartin’s ears perked up. His chest tingled at the thought. “S-sounds like a plan,” Martin whispered.\n\nThe wolf pup squeaked as he was rolled onto his back. A large paw wrapped around his penis. He giggled as he felt the adult kiss his cheek, and at the same time start to stroke him.\n\n“Try to keep it down,” Keith whispered. “We don’t want to wake the rest of the family.”\n\nMartin nodded, and bit his lip. The adult next to him moved around rested a pillow on his chest, then wrapped his free arm around his shoulders. The wolf hugged the pillow and bit down on it as the adult’s other paw worked his erection. \n\nHis grip was delicate, with occasional firmer grips along his shaft as he stroked. Warm waves of pleasure pulsed through his penis. His hips bucked up into the adult’s paw. Who could have known just a pawjob could feel so good?\n\n“Do you squirt yet?” Keith whispered.\n\nA little blush crept across the wolf’s muzzle. He nodded. “Uh huh.”\n\nKeith chuckled and gave his cheek another kiss. “I see. In that case…”\n\nThe wolf’s blush deepened as he felt the adult climb down under the covers. His penis was released. Almost immediately, the adult’s paw was replaced by his muzzle. Martin bit down hard on the pillow, muffling his pleasured cry as he felt that warm wetness on his penis. He wrapped his legs around Keith’s head and frantically bucked his hips.\n\nThose two large paws grabbed his hips, holding his legs slightly apart as the fox began to bob along his length. Martin’s toes curled and uncurled as he was felated by the adult. His back arched. That was just too much!\n\nHe let go of the pillow and inhaled sharply as he came. His penis bucked in the adult’s mouth as he fired off a few bursts of his thin seed against the fox’s tongue. As quickly as it came, it was over. The adult pulled off his cock with a slurp, then climbed back out from under the sheets and kissed his cheek.\n\n“Feel a little better now?” Keith whispered.\n\nMartin rolled onto his side and hugged the adult, wrapping his arms and legs around him. “That was incredible,” Martin whispered.\n\nKeith grinned and patted the wolf’s bottom. “Glad I still got it,” he replied.\n\nThe wolf giggled softly, then looked up at Keith and licked his chin. “I still wanna blow you, too,” he whispered.\n\n“Do you, now?” Keith asked.\n\nMartin nodded. “Yeah. I wanna make you feel good, too.”\n\nThe adult fox brought a paw to his chin. “Well, I suppose I could let you do that, unless you’d like to try something else.”\n\nThat got the wolf’s attention. “Like what? Like, putting it in my butt?”\n\nThe adult chuckled. “I doubt you’d be able to take me without a lot of stretching.”\n\nThe wolf blushed. Keith had a point there. “But what else is there?” he asked.\n\n“I could show how to really use your paws,” Keith whispered. “Or, if you didn’t mind, maybe I could rub against your bottom, or between your legs.”\n\nThose all sounded kinda nice. But that last one sounded interesting. “Umm… maybe between my legs?” Martin whispered.\n\nKeith grinned. “Alright. You wanna be on your back, or do it doggy style?”\n\n“Will you squirt on my tummy if we do it on my back?” Martin whispered.\n\n“Unless you’d like me to cum on you somewhere else,” Keith replied.\n\nThe wolf boy giggled. It sounded kinda cool to have the adult squirt on him. But at the same time, he wanted to taste him, too! “Tough choice,” he said.\n\nKeith chuckled and rolled around, laying the wolf on his back on the bed. “We’ll figure it out when I’m close,” he whispered. The adult pushed himself up, taking the blanket with him.\n\n“Eep! Cold!” Martin hissed.\n\nThe fox snickered and bounced his cock off the wolf boy’s now-flaccid penis. “Don’t worry, I don’t think I’ll last long,” he whispered. He grabbed Martin’s knees and lifted his legs up, hugging them to his chest. “Alright, kiddo, hold your legs tight together for me, okay?”\n\nMartin nodded, though he took a moment to admire the adult’s cock. Now that he could see it, he could really appreciate just how large the fox’s endowment was. And that foreskin! It covered most of his glans, just a hint of pink peeking out from behind his snoot. He grinned and clenched his legs together. A shiver ran down his spine as the adult’s penis pushing in between them. Keith’s erection emerged from between his legs, the foreskin rolled back to reveal his glans.\n\nA groan from the adult got Martin’s heart aflutter. “That’s it,” Keith whispered. “Just like that.”\n\nThe wolf boy blushed as he felt the adult start thrusting between his legs. He could feel just how long and thick the fox’s cock was as it rubbed between his thighs and against his flaccid penis. Yeah, taking that in his bottom would take a lot of stretching and practice. But this felt nice, too. Now that his eyes had adjusted to the dim light, too, he could even watch the adult’s cock sliding between his legs.\n\n“That’s a good boy,” Keith whispered. “Ngh… y-yeah, getting close. Where do you want me to squirt it?”\n\n“I’m thirsty, dad,” Martin replied.\n\nThe fox chuckled and released the wolf’s legs, then crawled up his chest, straddling the boy. He grabbed his penis and stroked it, holding his tip close to Martin’s muzzle. “Get ready for it, kiddo,” Keith whispered.\n\nMartin beamed and wrapped his lips around the adult’s tip. He swirled his tongue around it. A bit of salty pre greeted his tongue. Damn, he got the adult excited! His ears flicked as he heard Keith groan softly. This was it!\n\nThe first burst caught him completely off-guard. He hadn’t realized before how HARD adults could cum! The slimy fluid hit the back of his throat. He squeezed his eyes shut as the second and third squirt filled his muzzle, and he pulled off, desperately trying to swallow and breath at the same time.\n\nA few more ropes of seed splattered across his face. He could feel it drooling down his muzzle. The bed shook as the adult moved back, and he felt himself lifted up.\n\n“Are you okay?” Keith whispered. “Oh gods, I didn’t hurt you, did I?”\n\nMartin shook his head and coughed. “M’fine,” he whispered. “Jus’ didn’ catch it right.” He wiped away the seed from his eyelids and opened his eyes. “Never had that much cum in my mouth all at once before!”\n\nKeith laughed and gave the wolf a quick peck on the lips. “Oh, you. Here, let me clean you up.”\n\nIt was the wolf’s turn to laugh as the fox started to lick his muzzle. He squirmed a little in the adult’s grip as his face was licked clean.\n\n“There we go,” Keith whispered. “Better now?”\n\n“Uh huh,” Martin whispered. “Thanks, Keith.”\n\n“Oh, now I’m Keith again?” the fox whispered.\n\nThe wolf tilted his head. “Whatcha mean?”\n\nThe fox chuckled, then whispered in his ear, “You called me ‘dad’ twice tonight.”\n\nMartin blushed. “Oh. Sorry,” he whispered.\n\n“Don’t be,” Keith replied. He laid the wolf down, then grabbed the blankets and pulled them back over them. “Just don’t let your dad hear it.”\n\nThe wolf giggled. “Oh, he won’t,” he replied. “Night… dad.”\n\nKeith wrapped an arm around the wolf and pulled him in close, spooning the boy. “G’night, kiddo.”\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Cold December Rain


CONTENT WARNING: The following story contains UNDERAGE ALCOHOL USE, some VIOLENCE AGAINST A CUB, as well as SEXUAL ACTIVITY between an ADULT and a CUB. Actual content warning in addition to the gay cub/adult sex because this one gets a little darker. So be warned about that going in. Hopefully the sex makes up for it. Anyway, if we haven’t scared you off… happy reading.


Cold rain pounded against the walk as Martin made the mad dash from the curb to his front door. As usual, his parents were far too busy to bother picking him up from sports practice, so it fell to Kendal’s mom to save the day. He waved to the two cheetahs as he opened the front door. Mrs. Jasmin always waited until he was on his way into the house before she drove off. She and Kendal waved to him from the car before it pulled away.

The wolf sighed as he stepped inside and closed the door. Even that short walk was enough to soak him all the way to the skin. He should’ve brought a raincoat, but it didn’t look like it would rain that morning.

“Mom, Dad, I’m home!” Martin called.

“Get your ass in here!” his dad yelled.

Uh oh. That tone meant nothing but trouble. The wolf pup dropped his backpack and gym bag by the door and walked to the kitchen. “Yeah, Dad?”

His parents were both sitting at the table. His mother’s face was inscrutable, but his father’s was contorted in rage. He held up a worksheet from sex ed to the pup. “What the FUCK is this?”

Martin blinked. That was the sheet on sexual orientations. It was supposed to be a reference for the cubs. “Uh… my homework?”

Bruce growled and ripped it up. “What kinda commie bullshit are they teaching you? The fuckin’ nerve of this school, tryin’ to brainwash you with all of this nonesense.” He tossed the papers at him. “You are not allowed to attend that class, you hear me, boy?”

“What? Why not?” Martin asked.

“Because it ain’t right for a school to step in and teach a boy what his parents oughta be teachin’!” he roared.

The wolf pup’s fur stood on end. “Oh, so YOU’RE gonna teach me about sex, then?”

“Not until you’re older!” the wolf roared. “You don’t need to know a damned thing about sex until you’re married. To a GIRL. Fuck all of this bullshit of them trying to make you gay. No son of MINE is gonna be some fucking homosexual DEGENERATE.”

Martin gritted his teeth. Much as he wanted to scream that it was too late, he already was, he knew better than to out himself to them, especially when his dad was already in a mood.

“They’re not gonna let me skip it, Dad,” Martin said.

“I already called the school and they said he isn’t allowed to step out,” his mother said.

“Fuck the school,” Bruce said. “I’ll take you out myself if I have to.”

The pup rolled his eyes. “Sure, you’re gonna show up to my school every Friday in the middle of the day and take me out for an hour so I can’t go to that class. I believe that, Dad.”

He knew it was a bad idea the moment the words left his mouth, but nothing could stop them.

“What did you just say to me, BOY?!” Bruce roared.

“N-nothing!” Martin said, taking a step back.

Before he could get any farther, the adult wolf grabbed his wrist. In a flash, Martin was slammed against the wall, his arm twisted behind him.

“Don’t you EVER talk to me like that again, boy, or I’ll break your fucking arm off. You hear me?”

Pain shot up through his arm, bringing tears to his eyes. “Y-yes sir… s-sorry, sir…”

His father gave it another yank to hammer home his point, then released him. “Good. Now get your ass to your room. You’re grounded for a month.”

The whimpering pup slinked off to his room with his tail between his legs, pausing only to scoop up his bags before heading right to his room. What the hell was his dad’s problem?

He closed his door behind him and locked it, then tossed his bags aside and threw himself into his bed, nursing his sore arm.

With little else to do, after a few minutes of sulking, Martin pulled out his homework. He was thankful that Mrs. Jasmin stopped for burgers on the way home, or else he’d be going to bed hungry. It wasn’t fair. His dad was such a jerk!

It felt like it took no time at all to finish all of his work. Well, at least he wouldn’t have to worry about it over the weekend. And yet somehow it was already half past ten. He shook his head and stared out his bedroom window, again thinking about the unfairness of what his dad did.

“Stupidass,” Martin muttered, his nose pressed against the cool glass.

Movement next door caught his eye, and the wolf turned his attention to the neighbor’s house. He could just make out Jamie in her bedroom, pulling off her clothes to change for bed. The wolf cursed the rain — it made it way too hard to see anything! In a flash, the girl was finished, and she ran out of sight again. A moment later, the light went out. So much for a show.

The lights were still on in the living room, though. While the curtains were drawn, he could still see movement behind them. He thought about what Mrs. Langley had said a few months back, when he had first come out (well, maybe been forced out by his boyfriend, but still), and the consequences he doubtless would have faced at the paws of his brothers. He wished he could be at Robbie’s now. But it was late, and rainy. Robbie’d probably already be in bed.

At the same time, though, he didn’t want to stay here. Not with his dad being the way he was. He thought back to a couple of months ago, when Mr. Caulfield had invited him over for dinner. Maybe he could spend some time there. Anything would be better than spending the night in his parents’ house.

Martin glanced over his shoulder at the door to his bedroom, then back outside. The front porch wrapped around the house, and there were plenty of bushes around them. If he was daring, he could just slip out the window and climb down that way. The tree along the side of the house would be perfect for climbing up to get back in. No one would have to be the wiser.


Screw it. He needed out, consequences be damned. Martin crossed the room and locked his bedroom door. He knew it wouldn’t stop his parents if they were determined to get him up in the morning, but they rarely cared enough to do more than knock, anyway. It felt better to at least put that baffle up, anyway.

The wolf took another breath as he walked back to the window. Was he really going to do this? His paws trembled as he reached out toward the window and pushed it open. A cold blast of wind chilled him to the bone. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea…

Martin looked back at his door, then shook his head, his paws balling into fists. No. He NEEDED to get out of this house for an evening. He lifted one leg up and put it out the window. Almost immediately, his pajama pants were soaked through with the cold December rain. He gritted his teeth and climbed the rest of the way out, then lowered his window. No need to let his room flood in the storm.

This was it. He was out on the roof over the front porch. He took a tentative step forward, and yipped as his paw slipped out from under him. The roof was a lot more slippery than he was expecting!

He managed to stop himself as he got to the edge of the roof. The wolf gingerly got back to his feet, and shimmied over toward the bushes.

By the looks of things, his parents weren’t in the living room. Or at least if they were, they had the curtains drawn. There was no light on the yard, as there doubtless would be without a curtain to block it. Satisfied, he took a breath, then hopped down into the bush.

His regret was immediate. Those bushes always felt so soft from the sides when he’d play in them during the summer. Coming down from the top, they were all poky sticks and thorn-like leaves. They offered little support. He landed much harder than anticipated, falling right into a puddle.

“Owwww…” Martin whined.

He immediately clapped his paws over his mouth and looked around. He had no idea how noisy his descent was. His ears perked. All he could hear was the wind and the falling rain. Hopefully no one inside heard anything.

Despite his worry and the aches in his body from his rough landing, he had to move. It was damned cold, and being soaked through wasn’t helping matters. The wolf groaned as he pushed himself to his paws. He shook off some of the excess water, then made a dash for the fence separating the two yards.

Getting over was harder than he would have imagined. His wet clothes kept sticking to the top of the fence. It took a little doing, but he managed to get over and flop down into the neighbor’s yard. So far so good. He was in the home stretch now.

Martin got to his paws, and watched the lights go out in the living room of the Caulfield house.

“Shit!” Martin cried. He made a mad dash across the yard. Please oh please don’t be going to bed. It was such a relief to get out of the rain under the neighbor’s porch that he almost collapsed right there. But there was no time to rest. He crossed the last few feet to the door and leaned heavily against it. The doorbell shined at him, and the wolf reached out a paw and pressed it.

His heart pounded in his ears as he waited for a response. If Jamie’s dad had already gone to bed, he’d be screwed! Climbing back up the tree into his room in this storm seemed almost suicidal at this point. Robbie’s house might be an alternate safe haven, but that quarter mile would be hell in the cold and rain. It didn’t help that his whole body was already sore from his hard landing from the top of the porch.

The wolf sucked in a breath as he heard the lock clicking. Relief washed over him as the door opened. He almost fell in after it, but managed to catch himself.

“Martin? What are you doing here?!”

Martin’s ears folded down. The tone in Keith’s voice stabbed like a knife. In that moment, he realized just how stupid he was being. The wolf pup whimpered and looked up at the adult. “I… umm…”

The arctic fox reached a paw out and grabbed the wolf’s shoulder. “Oh gods, you’re freezing! Get in, quick!” Keith said.

A second paw landed on his other shoulder and ushered the wolf in. Martin let out a sigh as the door shut behind him. Warmth… he’d only been outside for a couple minutes, but that was more than enough to nearly freeze him.

“Fucking hell! Isn’t that the boy from next door?”

Martin blushed. It took him a moment to remember who that second voice belonged to.

“Teddy, go upstairs and get a towel and a bathrobe,” Keith commanded. “Bring them to the bathroom downstairs. You, come with me.”

Martin was in a bit of a stupor as the arctic fox guided him through the living room. He barely registered as they entered the bathroom.

The lights blinded him. They were quite the contrast against the darkness outside.

“What are you even doing here?” Keith whispered. “And look at you… you’re covered in mud and soaked to the skin! Let’s get you out of these clothes…”

Two large paws started to unbutton his shirt. Part of the wolf wanted to protest. He was nearly twelve, after all! He could undress himself! But he was so cold… he hadn’t even realized how much he was shivering until he tried to raise a paw to help get his shirt open.

“Got the towels,” Teddy said.

“Thanks,” Keith said. “Wait there a minute.”

Martin couldn’t even bring himself to look at the arctic fox before him. He kept his eyes firmly on his footpaws as the adult slipped his shirt down his arms. His sleep pants and boxers quickly followed, leaving him completely bare. Keith even had to lift his footpaws to get those garments free.

“Teddy, get these in the wash,” Keith said.

The wolf turned a little and watched as the fox tossed his pajamas to the fennec. With surprising speed, Keith snatched up the towel and began vigorously rubbing him.

A minute of that left the wolf mostly dry. “Good enough,” Keith said. He tossed the towel aside, then grabbed the bathrobe and wrapped the wolf in it, helping guide Martin’s arms into the sleeves. “It’s a little big, but I rather suspected that would be the case. All snug now, little guy?”

Martin nodded. He hugged the robe close around himself, his eyes following the adult as Keith stood up before him. “Thanks,” he muttered.

Keith crossed his arms and looked down at the wolf. “Good. Now, care to explain why I found you at my doorstep at quarter past eleven?”

“I…” Martin sighed, and hugged himself a little tighter. “I just…”

The fennec poked his head around the bathroom door. “Got them in the wash,” Teddy said.

Keith put a paw on Martin’s shoulder. “Thanks, Teddy,” he said. His eyes remained focused on the wolf. “Come with me. Let’s sit on the couch.”

The wolf shivered as the adult guided him out of the room. His eyes had finally adjusted to the light, so it wasn’t a shock when one of the adults turned on the lights in the living room. He noted a couple of glasses sitting on the coffee table, both with traces of golden brown liquid inside.

Martin’s brain seemed to thaw as Keith sat him down in the middle of the couch. His shivering subsided as the adult sat down next to him. A fresh tremble ran through his body as the adult tugged him into his lap. “I’m not a baby,” Martin muttered.

“No, but you’re cold,” Keith replied. “Body heat will help you warm up.” The adult pulled a blanket around them. “Alright, pup… talk. Why did you show up at my doorstep?”

“I… I…” Martin struggled to formulate the words. The reasons he had seemed so foggy and distant. “I just… my dad threatened to break my arm if I went to sex ed at school, and grounded me for talking back. He told me that no son of his would be a ‘degenerate homosexual’ or whatever, and I just… I didn’t wanna be in that house tonight…”

A few moments of silence hung in the air. Martin looked over at Teddy, who had sat down on the other side of the couch, then up at Keith. Both adults were looking at him with… shocked expressions.

“Oh, honey…”

The fennec rested one of his paws on the wolf’s foot.

“That’s… that’s straight up abuse,” Keith said. “I can’t blame you for wanting to get out of that house.”

Martin sighed and shut his eyes as the arctic fox squeezed him. “I guess… but then there’s the way they talk about gay furs… like how all fags should rot in hell and die, and how dad praises my brothers for doing shit like beating up kids they think are gay at school, and it just… it scares me… like they’d do that to me if they knew how I felt about Robbie…”

The wolf trembled. Scary as it was to share all of that, it felt good to get it out, especially to Keith. After their talk a few weeks ago about his encounter with Teddy, Keith had made it clear that the wolf could talk to him about anything. So had Robbie’s parents. Oh how he wished he could have parents like them instead of the shit heads he was stuck with…

Teddy cleared his throat. “I, uh… I think I’m going to head to bed… i-it’s been a long day, and I…”

The fennec trailed off as he stood up. He grabbed one of the glasses from the table and drank its remaining contents. He gasped as he finished, and set the glass down. Without another word, Teddy stumbled toward the stairs and disappeared.

Silence fell in the room again. Martin felt dumber than ever. Why did he think this was a good idea? The wolf pulled his legs up and hugged them to his chest.

“Martin,” Keith whispered. The adult sighed, then nuzzled the wolf’s cheek. “I… I can’t pretend to know what you’re going through. My own parents were… very liberal. Never really outgrew the free love of the sixties, you know? I never had to be afraid to be myself around them. But I had friends who had families like that. And what I do know is how to be a safe haven.”

A glimmer of hope. Martin looked up at the adult. “Does that mean I can stay?” he whispered.

“For tonight,” Keith said. He sighed, then shook his head. “It’s a different world today than it was even twenty years ago. But if your family’s that hostile, I can let you stay tonight. But… promise me that you’ll talk to a teacher about this on Monday, alright?”

Martin nodded, then threw his arms around the adult’s neck, holding on for dear life. “Thank you,” the wolf whispered.

A cold pit sank to the bottom of the wolf’s stomach, followed by a burning hollowing-out of his chest. All at once he was overwhelmed with emotions. Fear, anger, doubt, relief… love. He trembled as tears flowed unbidden from his eyes. He had no idea WHY he was crying, but it felt safe to do it here.

From the back of his mind, Martin heard his father’s voice scolding him for being a fucking sissy. His body quaked as he cried all the harder.

He vaguely registered the fox’s paws roaming over his back. Through the fog of his mind, he heard Keith’s voice, whispering in a soothing tone. “It’s okay, little guy… everything’s going to be alright. I’m here… It’s okay… cry it out.”

Martin shuddered in the adult’s grasp.  It felt weird to have an adult tell him it was okay to cry.  Especially a male.  Cry he did, though.  He squeezed tight around Keith, clinging to the adult as he buried his face in the fox’s chestfur.

He didn’t know how much time passed as he cried quietly with Keith.  At least the adult didn’t seem to mind.  The wolf felt the adult’s paws rubbing up and down his back.  It felt nice to be held and pet like that.  He shifted a little as the adult rested his chin on top of his head.

At long last, Martin’s tears stopped.  He breathed in deeply against Keith.  Crying felt good… getting those emotions out.  He sighed and lifted his head to look at the fox.

“Feel a little better, kiddo?” Keith asked.

Martin nodded.  “Yeah… thanks,” he whispered.

The fox smiled at the wolf, then eased Martin off his lap to sit on the couch next to him.  “Good,” he said.  He leaned forward and grabbed his glass from the table.  

The wolf’s eyes followed Keith’s paw as he brought the glass to his lips and took a sip.  “Whatcha drinkin’?”

“Scotch whisky,” Keith replied.  “Single malt, aged sixteen years.”  He took another sip, then glanced at the wolf out of the corner of his eye.  “Bit older than you, I suspect.”

“Only four years,” Martin replied.  He chuckled softly, then cleared his throat.  “Umm… c-could I try it?”

The adult laughed.  “You really wanna try?”  Keith smirked and held the glass out to the wolf.  “This might be a little rough for a first timer.  Sniff it before you sip.  No shame in saying no.”

Martin took the glass and raised it to his muzzle.  He sniffed the liquid inside.  Immediately, he picked up the earthy smell of peat and oak.  It burned his nostrils.  The boy recoiled from the glass.

Keith reached for the glass.  Martin tugged it away, turning his back to the adult.  “Hang on, I wanna at least try it first!”

The adult sat back and turned to face the wolf.  “Alright.  Expect it to burn going down.  Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

The wolf nodded.  He sat back and looked at the fox, noticing for the first time that Keith was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.  Martin straightened his shoulders and brought the glass back to his muzzle.  He shut his eyes and tilted it back, letting a little of the amber liquid flow from the glass into his mouth.

He regretted it instantly.  It tasted like he just took a swig of a bog.  Swallowing was even worse.  His throat felt like it was on fire.  He spluttered, doubling over on himself.  He barely noticed the fox taking the glass from his paw.

“You alright, Marty?” Keith asked.

“How can you DRINK that stuff?!” Martin gasped.

“It’s an acquired taste,” Keith replied.  He rubbed Martin’s back with one paw, his other easing the wolf to sit back.  “If you really wanna have a drink… I could do something a little easier on you.  You like Coke?”

Martin settled back on the couch, then looked at the fox.  “Yeah.”

“Alright, then… I’ll be right back.”

The wolf watched as the fox stood up and walked around the couch to the kitchen.  He returned a minute later with two glasses with ice, a can of Coke, and a bottle of lime juice.

“What’s the lime juice for?” Martin asked.

Keith set the glasses and drinks down on the table.  “Martin, my boy, I’m going to introduce you to my favorite drink when I was your age.”  He walked over to a cabinet in the corner and opened it up.

“Whoa…”

There was so much liquor!  Easily two or three dozen bottles of different shapes and sizes, some with clear liquid, some with ambers and brown, even blue and green!  Keith reached in and pulled out a bottle.

“What’s that?” Martin asked.

“Rum,” Keith said.  He twisted the top off the bottle and swirled around the clear liquid inside, then poured some into each glass.  The adult set it down and put the top back on, then popped open the can of Coke and poured half into each glass, filling them near to the brim.  He finished the drinks off with little splashes of lime juice, then picked them up and offered one to the wolf.

Martin looked at the glass, then brought it to his muzzle.  It smelled a little different from regular coke, but definitely not as bad as that scotch had.  He took a tentative sip.

“Huh,” Martin said.  That sip went down a lot smoother.  He could still feel the warmth from the alcohol, but it didn’t burn like the straight liquor.  The Coke had some fruitiness to it, probably some from the lime and some from the rum.  “That’s kinda good!”

Keith chuckled and sat back down on the couch, and took a long sip from his glass.  “Cuba Libre,” the fox said.  “Rum, Coke, and a little lime juice.  And what makes this special is the rum is from Cuba.  A little gift my parents sent me recently. La historia me absolverá.”

Martin blinked at that, and took another sip of his drink.  “Habla español?”

“Poquito.  Poquito,” Keith replied.

The wolf pulled his legs up onto the couch and snuggled up close to the fox.  Why couldn’t Keith be his dad?  Why did he have to get stuck with the asshole of a family he got?  He shook that thought away as he took another sip of his Cuba libre.  Keith was cool, and he wasn’t gonna let his stupid family ruin the rest of his night.

“Es mi clase favorita en la escuela,” Martin said.

“Que bueno!” Keith said.  “Es muy importante hablar más de uno idioma, y el Español es muy útil en los Estados Unidos.”

Martin grinned and took another sip of his drink.  His dad always said that learning another language was a waste of time, but here was this adult validating his desire to learn languages.  The wolf even understood what Keith said!  “Sí!  Y es divertido, también.”

The fox chuckled.  “Creerías que nunca lo estudié en la escuela?”

Martin blinked.  “Uh… sorry, I, uh, don’t know what you said.”  The boy blushed.

Keith took a long draught of his drink, then shook his head.  “Sorry.  En ingles, would you believe that I never studied it in school?”

“No way!” Martin said.

“Way,” the fox replied.  “I took French and German, but I don’t really remember much of those.  Spanish I learned during my parents’ summer trips down to Latin America.  Mexico, Guatemala, Costa Rica, Colombia, Nicaragua, Argentina...”  He stroked his chin and stared off into the distance as he took another sip.  “Some weren’t exactly the safest places in the world, but oh, the adventures we had…”

A world traveler, to boot!  The wolf’s head swam.  Warmth swelled in his belly.  Maybe this was the alcohol, but some of this had to be his honest emotions, too.  Keith was the most interesting fur in the world right then.  Who would have thought that the neighbor would have been so awesome?

The night wore on as Martin sipped his drink.  He and Keith talked for what felt like hours.  They talked about music, about history, about languages, all of the things Martin loved but could never talk to his parents about, because they were never interested.  It was a little slice of heaven for the wolf.

Despite his desire to stay up later talking with Keith, the late hour was catching up with Martin. The wolf yawned.

“Getting tired, kiddo?” Keith asked.

The wolf shook his head. “Nuh uh. I can stay up longer.”

“Bullshit,” Keith whispered.

Martin giggled a little and yawned again. “Okay, maybe I’m a little tired.”

The fox nodded and stood up. “That’s what I thought. I can set you up in the guest bedroom.”

The wolf’s heart sank at the idea of sleeping in the guest bedroom. He didn’t want to leave Keith’s side. Without even really thinking, he blurted out, “What about your bed?”

Keith raised an eyebrow. “My bed?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Martin said, perking up a little, the warmth in his belly giving him a boost of confidence. “Ya know… with you. I, uh, don’t wanna be alone tonight.”

A few moments of silence greeted the wolf. The fox crossed his arms. Martin’s ears and tail drooped. That didn’t look promising.

After an interminable pause, Keith sighed. “Might get a little crowded in my bed. Teddy and I have been sharing it for a couple months now. But if you insist, we can. Or we can take the guest bedroom if you’d like to be with just me,” he said. “Come on. You can let me know on the way up.” He held out a paw to the wolf.

Martin’s heart leapt. He took the fox’s paw and slipped off the couch. His penis stirred a little beneath the bathrobe as Keith gripped his paw and led him towards the stairs. It was tempting to sleep with both him and the fennec, but Teddy had seemed very… skittish. Maybe it’d be best to pursue him again another time. “Can we go to the guest bedroom?”

Keith smiled at the wolf pup. “Sure thing, kiddo.”

He was getting to snuggle with someone tonight. A rush of emotions flooded through him as he followed the arctic fox: gratitude, relief, lust, and again that strange feeling of love. Not the same kind of love he had for Robbie. No, this was different.

A twinge of jealousy for Jamie, having Keith as a father, added to the tempest as the two ascended the stairs. Martin glanced toward Jamie’s bedroom as they reached the top of the stairs. He didn’t have long to look, as Keith led him the other way, toward the guest bedroom.

As they crossed the threshold, Keith pushed the door shut. “So, your pajamas are still in the wash. They probably won’t be dry for quite some time. You can keep that robe on, or I can lend you some pajamas to wear to bed. Got a preference?”

A shiver ran down the wolf’s spine. He knew what he’d prefer, but he wasn’t sure how the adult would take it. But might as well try, right? He seemed cool enough. “Do I have to wear anything to bed?” Martin asked.

Keith shrugged. “I suppose not. I never wore anything to bed as a kit.” He pulled the covers back on his bed, then climbed in, slipping under the sheets, and patted the bed next to him. “Come on in, kiddo.”

Martin blushed a little as he opened the bathrobe and let it slide off his shoulders. The thick fabric collected around his ankles, and he picked it up. “Where do ya want this?”

Keith chuckled. “Just toss it on the chair in the corner. I’ll deal with it in the morning.”

The wolf nodded and looked around. He spied the chair and tossed the robe onto it, then jumped up into the fox’s bed, the adolescent wolf curling right up against the adult’s side.

Warmth enveloped him as Keith brought the covers down over them. Martin wrapped his arms and legs around the adult, shivering a little as he clung to his savior for the night. Another shiver ran down the wolf’s spine as he found himself fur to fur with Keith, only the adult’s boxers keeping his modesty in check. He blushed, feeling his penis hardening against the adult’s thigh.

“Heh. Snuggly little guy, aren’t you?” Keith whispered. He draped an arm over the wolf and pulled him in close.

“I guess,” Martin said. He nuzzled the adult’s chest, then looked up into his eyes. He trembled as he felt tears welling up in his eyes. “Thanks for letting me stay,” he whispered.

The fox smiled back, and Keith stroked Martin’s ears. He leaned in and planted a kiss on the wolf’s forehead. “No problem. But again, don’t make a habit of this,” he chided. The grin on his face, though, made the wolf feel like he’d be more than welcome if he needed to come back again.

Without even realizing it, Martin rolled his hips against the fox’s side. His erection grew as he snuggled up against the adult. He blushed. Gods, he wanted to ask if the arctic fox wanted to play. Part of him really wanted to just to repay Keith for his kindness. Maybe he would even initiate. After all, there’s no way he didn’t know that the wolf was getting erect.

Keith chuckled. “Feels like someone’s a little horny,” he whispered.

Martin blushed deeper, but grinned up at the fox. He knew he didn’t have to hide from this adult. “Yeah,” Martin whispered.

The fox laughed quietly, then laid back on his bed, taking his arm from around the wolf. “Oh, I remember what it was like when I was your age.” He turned his head to the wolf and smiled at him. “You’re welcome to paw off if you need to.”

Not quite the answer the wolf was looking for. Clearly he’d have to be more forward. “What if I don’t wanna paw myself off?” he whispered.

The adult considered the question for a moment. “Well, I’ve got a toy or two I could let you try out, if you want.”

The wolf squirmed a little. That wasn’t what he meant, though he did have to admit, that idea sounded interesting. Not what he was after, though. “What if I wanted to play with you?” Martin whispered. “You did say it was okay for me to ask you guys about it…”

“Oh, Martin,” Keith whispered. “You’ve had some booze. I’ve had a lot more. Look, I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret, okay? Alcohol can lower your inhibitions and make you do things you don’t want to do, and you might not even remember them in the morning.” The fox sighed and shook his head. “If you wanna take care of yourself, you’re welcome to. But I’m not going to do anything to or with you tonight. Not when you’ve just had your first drink.”

Martin’s heart sank. That wasn’t the answer he wanted. “But I feel fine!” Martin protested. “I mean, a little tingly, but in a good way! Please, Keith?”

The arctic fox shook his head again. “No. I don’t want to hurt you.” He sighed and rolled onto his back. “Maybe another time, if you really want to, and we’re both sober. We can talk about it. But that’s a big if. For now, though, it’s a no.”

As the wolf opened his mouth to protest further, the full significance of the fox’s words hit him. This adult really cared about him. He was looking out for him in ways he hadn’t even imagined before that moment. He’d even left open the possibility that they could play in the future. Another twinge of jealousy for Jamie caught in his throat. He suppressed it. Maybe Keith was Jamie’s dad, but for tonight, Martin could pretend that Keith was his.

“Okay,” Martin whispered. He wrapped his arms around the fox and nuzzled his chest, then looked up at him. “We can still snuggle, though, right?”

An arm wrapped around him. The fox’s paw came to rest on his lower back, just above his tail base. “Of course,” Keith whispered.

Martin nodded and rested his head on the fox’s chest. He was so warm. Was this what a father’s love felt like? Without even thinking, the wolf whispered three words to Keith. “Love you, dad.”

He felt the adult plant a kiss on his forehead. In his tired state, he didn’t even register what he’d just said. Or he didn’t, until the fox responded. “Love you, too, son.”

The wolf squeezed the fox tight. Tears welled up in his eyes. He rubbed his face against Keith’s chest, wiping away the fresh condensation as the last light of consciousness left him. In an instant, the wolf was asleep.

It was still dark when Martin awoke. He peered at the digital clock through the darkness. 3:41am. His bladder told him he had to get up.

Blearily, the boy slipped out of bed and tip toed to the bathroom. He shivered as the cold night art bit his skin through his fur. As quick as he could, he peed, flushed, then snuck back to the adult’s bed.

Through the darkness, Martin could just barely make out the gentle rise and fall of Keith’s chest. He climbed back in and snuggled up against the adult. His penis stirred.

Sure, Keith had told him no for tonight. But he really wanted to make the adult feel good, to repay him for how awesome he’d been. Just a little bit couldn’t hurt, right?

He reached a paw down and started to fondle the fox’s penis through his boxers. Keith snorted, but made no other reaction. He certainly didn’t seem to be on the verge of waking up.

The wolf got a little more bold, and reached in through the fly of his boxers. His paw gripped the adult’s soft cock and experimentally rolled his foreskin back and forth. He felt a little leap in his gut. He’d been rapidly growing an appreciation for foreskin and uncut dicks. The adult’s penis didn’t feel that big soft. Martin began working his paw up and down the adult’s shaft. A grin spread across his muzzle as Keith began to firm up.

It took less than a minute to get him fully hard. The wolf worked his paw in slow strokes, taking note of the feel of his foreskin gliding back and forth. As his erection grew, Martin’s eyes widened. Keith may have felt small soft, but hard he was HUGE. He wrapped both of his paws around Keith’s seven and a half inches. Damn, that was big. As big as Robbie’s dad, even. He kept his ears perked for reactions from the fox. A little moan, but no changes to his breathing. It seemed like someone was a heavy sleeper.

Martin bit his lip as he felt his own boyhood throbbing. He rolled his hips back and forth, rubbing his erection slowly against the adult’s thigh. Keeping quiet was going to be hard.

The wolf kept this up for a couple minutes. Still no sign of the adult waking up. He shivered a little. Should he dare?

“No risk, no reward,” he whispered.

He took a breath and slipped down under the covers. It was completely dark down there. He moved his head by feel, until his nose bumped into the adult’s tip. He grinned, and gave the fox’s penis a few licks, then took those top two inches into his muzzle, suckling on it hungrily.

Keith’s body jerked as the wolf started to suck him. Uh oh. Had he gone too far? Martin hastily pulled his muzzle back and climbed back up, trying to get back into the position he’d been in when the two had fallen asleep. Please still be asleep, please still be asleep, please still be asl—

“Martin?”

Crap. Maybe if he stayed quiet.

“Martin, I know you’re awake,” Keith whispered.

Caught. The wolf boy whimpered softly and looked up at the adult. In the darkness of the bedroom, it was impossible to read his expression.

“What were you doing down there?” Keith asked.

“I was… I just… I mean,” Martin began.

“Why were you doing it?” Keith asked.

The wolf sighed. “I don’t know,” he whispered.

“Come on, Martin,” Keith whispered. “You had a reason. Don’t be afraid to tell me. I’m not mad. I just want to know why.”

Well, at least he wasn’t in trouble. “I just… you’ve been so nice to me tonight, Mr. Caulfi—”

“Keith,” the fox corrected.

The wolf nodded, then continued. “Sorry. But you’ve been so nice, Keith, that I jus… I wanted to make you feel good, too. To repay you, ya know?”

“Sweetie,” Keith whispered. “You don’t have to repay me for anything.” He kissed the boy’s forehead. “I don’t want you thinking you have to suck my dick in order for me to look out for you.”

The wolf couldn’t help but to giggle. It felt weird to have an adult so openly talking about sex things. He felt his own dick throb a little. “What if I want to do it, though?” Martin whispered.

“Is that you asking? Or this little guy?” Keith asked. The adult’s paw brushed across the wolf’s penis.

“Por que no los dos?” Martin replied.

The adult chuckled. “Tell you what,” Keith whispered. “Let’s take care of this little guy, and then see how you feel. Sound like a plan?”

Martin’s ears perked up. His chest tingled at the thought. “S-sounds like a plan,” Martin whispered.

The wolf pup squeaked as he was rolled onto his back. A large paw wrapped around his penis. He giggled as he felt the adult kiss his cheek, and at the same time start to stroke him.

“Try to keep it down,” Keith whispered. “We don’t want to wake the rest of the family.”

Martin nodded, and bit his lip. The adult next to him moved around rested a pillow on his chest, then wrapped his free arm around his shoulders. The wolf hugged the pillow and bit down on it as the adult’s other paw worked his erection.

His grip was delicate, with occasional firmer grips along his shaft as he stroked. Warm waves of pleasure pulsed through his penis. His hips bucked up into the adult’s paw. Who could have known just a pawjob could feel so good?

“Do you squirt yet?” Keith whispered.

A little blush crept across the wolf’s muzzle. He nodded. “Uh huh.”

Keith chuckled and gave his cheek another kiss. “I see. In that case…”

The wolf’s blush deepened as he felt the adult climb down under the covers. His penis was released. Almost immediately, the adult’s paw was replaced by his muzzle. Martin bit down hard on the pillow, muffling his pleasured cry as he felt that warm wetness on his penis. He wrapped his legs around Keith’s head and frantically bucked his hips.

Those two large paws grabbed his hips, holding his legs slightly apart as the fox began to bob along his length. Martin’s toes curled and uncurled as he was felated by the adult. His back arched. That was just too much!

He let go of the pillow and inhaled sharply as he came. His penis bucked in the adult’s mouth as he fired off a few bursts of his thin seed against the fox’s tongue. As quickly as it came, it was over. The adult pulled off his cock with a slurp, then climbed back out from under the sheets and kissed his cheek.

“Feel a little better now?” Keith whispered.

Martin rolled onto his side and hugged the adult, wrapping his arms and legs around him. “That was incredible,” Martin whispered.

Keith grinned and patted the wolf’s bottom. “Glad I still got it,” he replied.

The wolf giggled softly, then looked up at Keith and licked his chin. “I still wanna blow you, too,” he whispered.

“Do you, now?” Keith asked.

Martin nodded. “Yeah. I wanna make you feel good, too.”

The adult fox brought a paw to his chin. “Well, I suppose I could let you do that, unless you’d like to try something else.”

That got the wolf’s attention. “Like what? Like, putting it in my butt?”

The adult chuckled. “I doubt you’d be able to take me without a lot of stretching.”

The wolf blushed. Keith had a point there. “But what else is there?” he asked.

“I could show how to really use your paws,” Keith whispered. “Or, if you didn’t mind, maybe I could rub against your bottom, or between your legs.”

Those all sounded kinda nice. But that last one sounded interesting. “Umm… maybe between my legs?” Martin whispered.

Keith grinned. “Alright. You wanna be on your back, or do it doggy style?”

“Will you squirt on my tummy if we do it on my back?” Martin whispered.

“Unless you’d like me to cum on you somewhere else,” Keith replied.

The wolf boy giggled. It sounded kinda cool to have the adult squirt on him. But at the same time, he wanted to taste him, too! “Tough choice,” he said.

Keith chuckled and rolled around, laying the wolf on his back on the bed. “We’ll figure it out when I’m close,” he whispered. The adult pushed himself up, taking the blanket with him.

“Eep! Cold!” Martin hissed.

The fox snickered and bounced his cock off the wolf boy’s now-flaccid penis. “Don’t worry, I don’t think I’ll last long,” he whispered. He grabbed Martin’s knees and lifted his legs up, hugging them to his chest. “Alright, kiddo, hold your legs tight together for me, okay?”

Martin nodded, though he took a moment to admire the adult’s cock. Now that he could see it, he could really appreciate just how large the fox’s endowment was. And that foreskin! It covered most of his glans, just a hint of pink peeking out from behind his snoot. He grinned and clenched his legs together. A shiver ran down his spine as the adult’s penis pushing in between them. Keith’s erection emerged from between his legs, the foreskin rolled back to reveal his glans.

A groan from the adult got Martin’s heart aflutter. “That’s it,” Keith whispered. “Just like that.”

The wolf boy blushed as he felt the adult start thrusting between his legs. He could feel just how long and thick the fox’s cock was as it rubbed between his thighs and against his flaccid penis. Yeah, taking that in his bottom would take a lot of stretching and practice. But this felt nice, too. Now that his eyes had adjusted to the dim light, too, he could even watch the adult’s cock sliding between his legs.

“That’s a good boy,” Keith whispered. “Ngh… y-yeah, getting close. Where do you want me to squirt it?”

“I’m thirsty, dad,” Martin replied.

The fox chuckled and released the wolf’s legs, then crawled up his chest, straddling the boy. He grabbed his penis and stroked it, holding his tip close to Martin’s muzzle. “Get ready for it, kiddo,” Keith whispered.

Martin beamed and wrapped his lips around the adult’s tip. He swirled his tongue around it. A bit of salty pre greeted his tongue. Damn, he got the adult excited! His ears flicked as he heard Keith groan softly. This was it!

The first burst caught him completely off-guard. He hadn’t realized before how HARD adults could cum! The slimy fluid hit the back of his throat. He squeezed his eyes shut as the second and third squirt filled his muzzle, and he pulled off, desperately trying to swallow and breath at the same time.

A few more ropes of seed splattered across his face. He could feel it drooling down his muzzle. The bed shook as the adult moved back, and he felt himself lifted up.

“Are you okay?” Keith whispered. “Oh gods, I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Martin shook his head and coughed. “M’fine,” he whispered. “Jus’ didn’ catch it right.” He wiped away the seed from his eyelids and opened his eyes. “Never had that much cum in my mouth all at once before!”

Keith laughed and gave the wolf a quick peck on the lips. “Oh, you. Here, let me clean you up.”

It was the wolf’s turn to laugh as the fox started to lick his muzzle. He squirmed a little in the adult’s grip as his face was licked clean.

“There we go,” Keith whispered. “Better now?”

“Uh huh,” Martin whispered. “Thanks, Keith.”

“Oh, now I’m Keith again?” the fox whispered.

The wolf tilted his head. “Whatcha mean?”

The fox chuckled, then whispered in his ear, “You called me ‘dad’ twice tonight.”

Martin blushed. “Oh. Sorry,” he whispered.

“Don’t be,” Keith replied. He laid the wolf down, then grabbed the blankets and pulled them back over them. “Just don’t let your dad hear it.”

The wolf giggled. “Oh, he won’t,” he replied. “Night… dad.”

Keith wrapped an arm around the wolf and pulled him in close, spooning the boy. “G’night, kiddo.”
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