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I meant to post this AGES ago but forgot about it.  I had to rewrite some of it due to now having anatomical knowledge I didn't have when I originally wrote it over twenty years ago.", "writing": "On Friday the next week I went over to my boyfriend’s house, telling my parents I was going to stay at a friend’s house over the weekend. It was technically true. I hated lying to my parents, but they had strict views on homosexuality, and there was no way I was going to tell them, unless word got out, in which case I’d have to face up to them. In the meanwhile, I was going to enjoy my time with Brett. His parents were okay with our relationship, which was a relief. He was nearly a year older than me, and we’d been together for several months.\n\nI showed up at the door not long before sunset and knocked. A few seconds later a lanky fox with muscular arms and a slight paunch opened the door, smiling when he saw me. “Hi, hon.” Brett stepped forwards and gave me a gentle hug, followed by a quick kiss on the lips. “How’ve you been?” he asked as he stepped aside to let me enter the house.\n\n“Well enough. I think I’m near the top of the class in Calculus,” I said, heading for Brett’s bedroom. “Doing good in English and History, not in Geography.” I dumped the small bag of clothes and toiletries on the floor next to his bed – a nice large one – and went to join him in the kitchen, where he was fixing a snack. “What about you?”\n\n“Job at the garage is working out well. I love getting right in there with the engines and transmissions,” the fox replied, turning to the fridge and taking a block of cheese out of it. “Sure, it gets really messy, but there’s something satisfying about tinkering with an engine to make it run sweetly.” He took a slicer out of a drawer and began to cut thin slices of cheese. I glanced down at the crackers he was preparing. Some sported tomato, others luncheon sausage, cottage cheese and celery, and peanut butter. I nodded and took one of the crackers, munching on it idly while he finished up.\n\nWe went into the lounge and sat down on the couch together. “Parents not home?” I asked, taking another cracker.\n\n“Not yet. Mum’s at a conference in the city, and Dad should be at the dentist getting a back tooth checked out. He said it was aching this morning. He managed to snag an appointment this afternoon.” Brett lifted his feet off the floor and snuggled up against me, still holding the large plate of crackers. “How’s your babysitting going?”\n\n“Great. Looks like I’m quite popular among the families in my neighbourhood, especially the Lestons.” Brett was very open-minded, and no stranger to taboo subjects, so I told him about the twins and what we had been up to. When I finished, he had a big grin on his face. “They sound like great kids.”\n\n“Sure are. I’ve never met kids like them.” I yawned and snuggled up further to Brett, inhaling his warm, vulpine scent. He set the mostly empty plate on the floor and put his arm around me. “Love you,” he said quietly into my ear. I smiled and whispered back, “I love you too, hon.”\n\nWe kissed then, a slow kiss that set my heart to beating faster. We looked into each other’s eyes, seeing the need that was in both of us. He smiled, then moved his hand down to my crotch, rubbing gently. As he did so, my sheath began to thicken and swell as he coaxed my maleness out of hiding. “Somebody wants something to play with,” I murmured.\n\nHe chuckled. “I’ve been a good boy, so I think I should deserve a treat. Don’t you?” he asked, squeezing my crotch before sneaking his hand into the top of my jeans. “Let’s see if we can find anything down here.”\n\nI squirmed around, liking what he was doing. With some effort I managed to undo the button and slide the zip down, letting Brett gain almost full access to my package. He took advantage of the new arrangement; he moved onto the floor, sliding down my jeans, then my underwear.\n\nMy seven-inch cock slid out of its furry home as he watched intently, giving the tip a lick now and again until the length was fully erect. It was already oozing precum, and Brett remarked on it. “Ooh … you’re eager, aren’t you?” He nuzzled my dick with his nose, then gently took the first couple of inches into his mouth, laving it with his rough tongue.\n\n“Ohh, Brett,” I murmured, leaning back on the couch and letting him do his work. Vinnie and Kenny were good, but they didn’t have anything on my boyfriend. He suckled on my meat for a couple of minutes, before moving a little further down, taking another two inches into his muzzle. I was experiencing a lot of pleasure, and each time he moved down the sensations increased.\n\nFinally my member was fully engulfed by his warm mouth and throat. I was constantly leaking precum, and he swallowed often, pressing my cock against the roof of his mouth. I felt his teeth dig in a little; it gave me a thrill, knowing that with one bite he could literally dismember me.\n\nBrett looked up into my eyes. Smiling around the cock in his mouth he began to fondle my pendulous ballsack, rolling the orbs around in his fingers, squeezing gently. My body shuddered; I was very close to climax, and the wily fox knew it.\n\nThe large knot at the base of my cock, which until now had been relatively small and soft, now began to swell up as a precursor to my climax. Brett sucked harder, grabbed my knot in his hand and squeezed.\n\nWith a loud moan of ecstasy I reached my peak. Jets of my semen spurted into his throat, momentarily causing him to gag. He gained control over his reflex and began to swallow my emission, each press of my cock against his palate giving him another squirt.\n\nI was riding on an orgasmic high, but I knew it couldn’t last. Reluctantly I returned to earth, feeling the last dribbles of cum being lapped up and swallowed. I fondled Brett’s headfur, scratching him behind the ears. “Thanks, hon,” I murmured.\n\nHe licked his lips and smiled up at me, moving up to give me a cum-flavoured kiss. “You’re welcome. I’ll let you do me later tonight when we have more time.” At my puzzled look he elaborated. “Dad’s just come home, so you’d better get your pants back on.” Just at that moment I heard the front door open and close. “Brett, I’m home.”\n\n“Aww, Jeez!” I hurriedly got off the couch and scrambled to pull my undies and jeans back up while Brett went out to welcome his dad home. “Darcy must be here,” I heard Brett’s dad say as I fastened the button again. “I can taste him on your lips.”\n\nThe insides of my ears were blushing bright red as I went out into the hallway to say hello to Mr Daniels. “Uh, hi,” I muttered in a low voice, trying not to meet his eyes. The elder fox resembled his son, or rather vice versa, except that he was slightly taller, and had traces of grey around his muzzle.\n\n“Did I catch you at a bad time?” he teased, making me blush even more. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not the first time.” He pointedly gazed at his son, who met his look with a grin. “Probably not the last, either,” Brett said. “What do you think of his taste? I think it’s sweet, with just a slight tang.”\n\nI was feeling so embarrassed that I wished that I could sink through the floor and disappear. Mr Daniels noticed and smiled. “Okay, we’ll stop teasing you now, though to answer his question ... it is rather sweet.”\n\nWe followed Mr Daniels into the kitchen, where he deposited the two grocery bags he was holding on the bench. He rubbed his hands together then said, “Your mother won’t be home until tomorrow, so dinner’s my responsibility tonight. What say we order pizza?”\n\nBrett and me grinned at each other. Mrs Daniels was into cooking healthily, and sometimes the meals she came up with were a little suspect. Tofu and spinach didn’t feature very highly on our ‘like’ list. “Hawaiian for me,” I said. Brett made his request, then Mr Daniels went to the phone and pressed a speed-dial button. He spoke for a couple of minutes, then hung up. “One large Hawaiian, one regular chicken with extra chicken and cheese, two garlic breads and two large bottles of Coke. Here in thirty minutes or it’s free.”\n\nWe sat down in the lounge to wait, watching TV and keeping a watch on the clock as it ticked away the minutes. Halfway through the twenty-second minute there was a knock on the door. “Drat,” Mr Daniels muttered as he got up to answer it. “They’re never late.”\n\nHe came back with two large pizza boxes, on top of which were the garlic bread and the Coke. He put them down on the coffee table, and we sat on the floor around it. “Mmm ... nothing like a good, unhealthy pizza,” commented Mr Daniels, chewing happily on a slice of the chicken pizza.\n\nWe polished off the meal in pretty short order, wiping our mouths with the serviettes provided. Brett burped quietly. “Excuse me,” he murmured. “Anything for dessert, Dad?”\n\n“Hmm. I think I recall some ice cream in the chest freezer. I had to hide it from your mother, so it’s right down the bottom underneath the bean salad.” Mr Daniels thought for a moment then added, “Also some double chocolate ice cream sandwiches too, I think.”\n\nBrett got up and went out, heading for the garage. A couple of minutes later he returned, with a big grin on his face, and the forbidden treats in his hands. He put them on the table, then went into the kitchen to grab some plates and spoons. “Some men feel guilty over doing things behind their wife’s back; I merely feel that it’s a small measure of satisfying revenge,” commented Mr Daniels with a conspiratorial smirk. Brett came back in then, and we were soon tucking into a rich dessert.\n\n“Well, I’m stuffed,” I said later, after we had consumed the ice cream and sandwiches. “Was it as good for you as it was for me?”\n\nThe other two laughed. “You bet it was,” Brett said, leaning over to nuzzle my ears and hold me close. I squirmed a little, still a little unused to public affection, even if it was only his father. The insides of my ears turned bright red again. “Oops ... sorry about that, Chief,” Brett apologised in an imitation of Maxwell Smart.\n\n“That’s okay. I suppose I should be used to it by now.” I snugged him back, even going so far as to give him a quick kiss.\n\n“Okay, break it up. Wait until you’re alone before commencing activities,” Mr Daniels said in a mock stentorian voice, tempered with a smile. He got up, easing stiff muscles. “Come on, you two. Help me get rid of the evidence.”\n\nWe gathered up all the trash, and took it outside, walking down the block a little way to dump it into someone else’s trash can. “I know my wife – she’ll investigate fully to find out if we’ve been eating anything bad for us. She’s terrible.”\n\n“When does she get back?” I asked as we walked back to the house.\n\n“Sunday night,” Mr Daniels replied, ushering us into the house and shutting the door. “She’s attending a health conference. I tried to talk her out of it, but she was rather adamant, I’m afraid. Our meals will never be the same again.” His voice held a tragic note, as if speaking of a terrible loss.\n\nThe TV had moved on to another programme now, featuring teams in a junkyard scrounging and joining parts to make weird and wonderful machines.\n\nBrett and I sat on the couch to watch while Mr Daniels sat in his armchair. Brett cuddled up to me, putting his arm around my shoulders. I kept shooting glances at his father, but he seemed not to notice. I turned my head and licked Brett’s muzzle, smiling at him.\n\n“I think I’ll go take a walk. It’s a nice night for it,” Mr Daniels suddenly declared, getting up out of his chair. He gave us a wink and a smile as he left the room, leaving us alone together.\n\n“Wasn’t that nice of him?” Brett leaned against me and pressed his lips to mine. His arms went around me, holding me close. I reciprocated, slipping my hands under his shirt to stroke his back fur, twining my fingers through the soft red fur. “Let’s move to your bedroom,” I suggested quietly.\n\nBrett shook his head after a few seconds thought. “Let’s just make love here, hon. It’s something I’ve wanted to do for a while, but never had the opportunity.” He kissed me again, putting a little more passion, and a lot of tongue, into it.\n\nI sighed inwardly. What the heck. It wouldn’t exactly be a surprise if his dad came back early. The worst that could happen would be that we might get semen over the couch.\n\nThe fox moved off me and onto the floor, letting me sprawl out on the couch. He smiled at me, then proceeded to undress me, making a little show out of it for his entertainment. “You have a nice body, Darcy,” he commented.\n\nWhen I was fully nude he then stripped himself, revealing his slim, yet reasonably muscular body to me, before crouching down. He took my sheath into his hand, squeezing and rubbing lightly. My cock quickly thickened and slipped out into Brett’s hand, oozing a drop of precum. He leaned forwards and took the tip into his mouth, suckling on it like a baby with a nipple, then slowly moved down the length until his lips bumped against my sheath. I growled quietly in pleasure, rubbing his headfur and scratching behind his ears as he sucked me.\n\nHe lifted his head and gazed into my eyes with a smile, before he stood up. “Back in a mo.” He disappeared briefly and returned with a towel and a bottle of lube. He laughed quietly at my amazed expression. “I know you’ve been wanting to get inside me for ages. It’s time I paid you back for all the times I’ve mounted you.” He slathered a generous helping of lube over my cock, and under his tail as well before he straddled me. He grasped my turgid maleness and positioned it at his tailhole. “This is only the third time I’ve been penetrated, and it’s been a few months, so bear with me.” Taking a deep breath, he lowered himself onto my cock with one slow stroke.\n\nI watched with concern his facial expressions as he impaled himself on me. He was panting and moaning with pain, and his muzzle was twisting in half-snarls. “That bloody hurts!” he gasped, now fully penetrated. He leaned forward to rest against my chest, kissing me passionately, as if to prevent any more outbursts from him. He shook, and his hole spasmed erratically as it tried to expel the invader.\n\nI couldn’t believe how tight his hole was. Every bit of my seven inches was inside my boyfriend, twitching at the incredible sensations. “Mmm ... thank you, love,” I whispered to Brett, stroking his head. “This means a lot to me.”\n\n“I love you, Darcy,” he murmured back to me. He carefully eased himself forwards, sliding up off my cock a little way, and pushed back down again. A low groan escaped his muzzle as he did so. I knew it must be hurting him, but he was determined to go through it, just for me.\n\nAs he continued to ride me, I felt his hole gradually loosen up. He could too, and his movements increased a little in tempo. “I’d forgotten how good this could feel,” he said with a smile, gazing into my eyes. His tail twitched around behind him, the tip tickling my balls and knot.\n\nWe built up a good rhythm over the next few minutes. With every downward push he made I thrust up to meet him. “Have you ... ever had ... a knot inside you?” I panted, feeling myself getting close to climax.\n\n“No, but there’s always a first time,” Brett replied. “I want it. I need you locked inside me.” He stopped rocking and ground his butt hard into my crotch as my knot began to swell. “Oh man, I feel it now. Like a balloon pumping up. That throbbing feels [i]soooo[/i] good!”\n\n“Mmhmm! Keep clenching, hon.” Now that I was fully buried, I could pound him to completion with jackhammer thrusts. I reached for his shaft and jerked it, my hand almost smashing his own knot, and was soon rewarded by a sudden jet of fox spunk spurting out of Brett’s cock, arcing through the air and landing high up on my chest. Several more followed, gradually lessening in force until the last few drops just trickled down his shaft. Unable to withstand the rhythmic spasms of his climax milking my dick, I gave in to my own orgasm. My vision dimmed and went sparkly as my jizz blasted into his bowels for the first time, squirt after squirt filling him up. Nothing could top this experience; shooting inside Brett beat masturbating and oral hands down. The way he milked me was exquisitely painful, clenching my knot, drawing out ever drop I had to give him.\n\nI must have passed out for a few seconds, because I was soon aware of Brett lightly spanking my cheek. “Hey! Hey, don’t fall asleep! You gotta untie me!”\n\n“Good luck with that. It’ll be a while. Could be five minutes, could be twenty.” I shrugged. “Might as well get some more cuddling in, hmm?” I pulled him against me, smearing his cum between our bodies, and stroked him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. “Thank you so much,” I murmured. “I’ve never felt so complete as when I’m with you.”\n\nBrett didn’t reply for a few seconds. “Neither have I. I guess our relationship is now fully consummated, now that we’ve taken each other. Don’t you think?”\n\nI thought about that. “That’s an interesting way to put it.” I smiled and kissed him on the lips passionately, slipping my tongue out and into his mouth. We kissed for a while before he asked, “Can you pull out yet? As much as I like having you inside me, I’m starting to feel like I need to go.”\n\n“Try getting off me, and you’ll find out,” I suggested. He leaned himself up on his arms and carefully pulled himself up. “Urrf! It’s coming ... out! Nggaah!” My knot popped out of his butt with a wet slurp, letting loose a trickle of semen which dribbled onto my cock and abdominal fur.\n\nI looked down at my body, then up at Brett’s. “A shower would be a good thing right now.” I wiped up some of his cum with a finger and licked it. “Nice, but it’s better when it’s fresh from the tap.”\n\nBrett grinned and helped me up off the couch. We picked up our clothes and headed for the bathroom to wash off the evidence of our lovemaking, Brett holding the towel between his legs.\n\nWe came out of the bathroom just as Mr Daniels was walking through the front door. “Hi, Dad,” said Brett in a muffled voice; he had a thick towel over his head to dry the fur. “How was your walk?”\n\n“Good, good. Very peaceful, unless you count that dog at number fifty-six. Tried to attack me again. I don’t know why Hunkerby doesn’t get rid of him.” He looked us over with an amused expression. “What about you?”\n\n“Oh, we didn’t go for a walk. We just stayed on the couch and had fun.” Brett’s tone was so matter-of-fact; it was hard to get used to. “Then we took a shower, as you can see.”\n\nThe elder fox nodded with a wry grin. “Ah, the impetuousness of youth. How I miss those days.” He sighed in a mock tragic way then laughed. “That’s what you pay to gain life experience.” He stepped into the kitchen then to answer the phone, which had begun to ring. “Darcy, it’s for you!”\n\n“Hello? Oh, hi, Mum.” She was calling to tell me that the Lestons wanted me to sit for them again tomorrow. “Sure. Call them back and say that I’ll be there. Okay, bye.” I hung up with a big grin. “That was Mum,” I told Brett. “The Lestons want me to sit for them tomorrow. They’re going shopping but don’t want to take the kids – they seem to spend more money if they take them. And Kenny’s fractured his arm; fell out of a tree apparently.”\n\nBrett winced. “Ouch. That would have hurt. I broke mine doing the same thing when I was younger, in two places.” He pointed at his left forearm then his wrist.\n\n“I’m lucky; I haven’t broken anything yet. I nearly did, but it turned out to be just a sprain.” I looked around and saw Mr Daniels had disappeared. “Are you doing anything important tomorrow?” I asked in a low voice. “I could introduce you to them. I told them about our first time together, and from that they seemed to have developed even more of an appetite.”\n\nA grin split Brett’s muzzle. “They’re not supposed to be sex-crazed until they hit sixteen – they’ve obviously matured early.”\n\nI shrugged. “Yeah, well. You know what kids are like – into everything.” I chuckled. Glancing up then at the kitchen clock, I saw it was a few minutes to eight. “Ooh, it’s nearly time for [i]Friends[/i]. You know, I think they should have kept the seven PM slot,” I commented as I headed into the lounge, Brett on my heels.\n\nBrett shrugged. “I don’t usually watch it. Dad does though. He says he needs to to ‘keep his sense of humour finely tuned’.” He rolled his eyes to indicate that he thought that idea was absurd.\n\n“It doesn’t need fine tuning – it’s sharp enough as it is.” I flumped down on one end of the couch, then snuggled up to the fox when he sat down. A comedy was just winding up, showing the end credits rolling up the screen. [i]Friends[/i] started a couple of minutes later.\n\nAfter the program was a movie running along similar lines to [i]Romeo and Juliet[/i], so Mr Daniels switched channels to a rugby game. “Ugh. Rugby,” I muttered as I sat up to stretch. 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I showed up at the door not long before sunset and knocked.  A few seconds later a lanky fox with muscular arms and a slight paunch opened the door, smiling when he saw me.  “Hi, hon.”  Brett stepped forwards and gave me a gentle hug, followed by a quick kiss on the lips.  “How’ve you been?” he asked as he stepped aside to let me enter the house.

“Well enough.  I think I’m near the top of the class in Calculus,” I said, heading for Brett’s bedroom.  “Doing good in English and History, not in Geography.”  I dumped the small bag of clothes and toiletries on the floor next to his bed – a nice large one – and went to join him in the kitchen, where he was fixing a snack.  “What about you?”

“Job at the garage is working out well.  I love getting right in there with the engines and transmissions,” the fox replied, turning to the fridge and taking a block of cheese out of it.  “Sure, it gets really messy, but there’s something satisfying about tinkering with an engine to make it run sweetly.”  He took a slicer out of a drawer and began to cut thin slices of cheese.  I glanced down at the crackers he was preparing.  Some sported tomato, others luncheon sausage, cottage cheese and celery, and peanut butter.  I nodded and took one of the crackers, munching on it idly while he finished up.

We went into the lounge and sat down on the couch together.  “Parents not home?” I asked, taking another cracker.

“Not yet.  Mum’s at a conference in the city, and Dad should be at the dentist getting a back tooth checked out.  He said it was aching this morning.  He managed to snag an appointment this afternoon.”  Brett lifted his feet off the floor and snuggled up against me, still holding the large plate of crackers.  “How’s your babysitting going?”

“Great.  Looks like I’m quite popular among the families in my neighbourhood, especially the Lestons.”  Brett was very open-minded, and no stranger to taboo subjects, so I told him about the twins and what we had been up to.  When I finished, he had a big grin on his face.  “They sound like great kids.”

“Sure are.  I’ve never met kids like them.”  I yawned and snuggled up further to Brett, inhaling his warm, vulpine scent.  He set the mostly empty plate on the floor and put his arm around me.  “Love you,” he said quietly into my ear.  I smiled and whispered back, “I love you too, hon.”

We kissed then, a slow kiss that set my heart to beating faster.  We looked into each other’s eyes, seeing the need that was in both of us.  He smiled, then moved his hand down to my crotch, rubbing gently.  As he did so, my sheath began to thicken and swell as he coaxed my maleness out of hiding.  “Somebody wants something to play with,” I murmured.

He chuckled.  “I’ve been a good boy, so I think I should deserve a treat.  Don’t you?” he asked, squeezing my crotch before sneaking his hand into the top of my jeans.  “Let’s see if we can find anything down here.”

I squirmed around, liking what he was doing.  With some effort I managed to undo the button and slide the zip down, letting Brett gain almost full access to my package.  He took advantage of the new arrangement; he moved onto the floor, sliding down my jeans, then my underwear.

My seven-inch cock slid out of its furry home as he watched intently, giving the tip a lick now and again until the length was fully erect.  It was already oozing precum, and Brett remarked on it.  “Ooh … you’re eager, aren’t you?”  He nuzzled my dick with his nose, then gently took the first couple of inches into his mouth, laving it with his rough tongue.

“Ohh, Brett,” I murmured, leaning back on the couch and letting him do his work.  Vinnie and Kenny were good, but they didn’t have anything on my boyfriend.  He suckled on my meat for a couple of minutes, before moving a little further down, taking another two inches into his muzzle.  I was experiencing a lot of pleasure, and each time he moved down the sensations increased.

Finally my member was fully engulfed by his warm mouth and throat.  I was constantly leaking precum, and he swallowed often, pressing my cock against the roof of his mouth.  I felt his teeth dig in a little; it gave me a thrill, knowing that with one bite he could literally dismember me.

Brett looked up into my eyes.  Smiling around the cock in his mouth he began to fondle my pendulous ballsack, rolling the orbs around in his fingers, squeezing gently.  My body shuddered; I was very close to climax, and the wily fox knew it.

The large knot at the base of my cock, which until now had been relatively small and soft, now began to swell up as a precursor to my climax.  Brett sucked harder, grabbed my knot in his hand and squeezed.

With a loud moan of ecstasy I reached my peak.  Jets of my semen spurted into his throat, momentarily causing him to gag.  He gained control over his reflex and began to swallow my emission, each press of my cock against his palate giving him another squirt.

I was riding on an orgasmic high, but I knew it couldn’t last.  Reluctantly I returned to earth, feeling the last dribbles of cum being lapped up and swallowed.  I fondled Brett’s headfur, scratching him behind the ears.  “Thanks, hon,” I murmured.

He licked his lips and smiled up at me, moving up to give me a cum-flavoured kiss.  “You’re welcome.  I’ll let you do me later tonight when we have more time.”  At my puzzled look he elaborated.  “Dad’s just come home, so you’d better get your pants back on.”  Just at that moment I heard the front door open and close.  “Brett, I’m home.”

“Aww, Jeez!”  I hurriedly got off the couch and scrambled to pull my undies and jeans back up while Brett went out to welcome his dad home.  “Darcy must be here,” I heard Brett’s dad say as I fastened the button again.  “I can taste him on your lips.”

The insides of my ears were blushing bright red as I went out into the hallway to say hello to Mr Daniels.  “Uh, hi,” I muttered in a low voice, trying not to meet his eyes.  The elder fox resembled his son, or rather vice versa, except that he was slightly taller, and had traces of grey around his muzzle.

“Did I catch you at a bad time?” he teased, making me blush even more.  “Don’t worry about it.  It’s not the first time.”  He pointedly gazed at his son, who met his look with a grin.  “Probably not the last, either,” Brett said.  “What do you think of his taste?  I think it’s sweet, with just a slight tang.”

I was feeling so embarrassed that I wished that I could sink through the floor and disappear.  Mr Daniels noticed and smiled.  “Okay, we’ll stop teasing you now, though to answer his question ... it is rather sweet.”

We followed Mr Daniels into the kitchen, where he deposited the two grocery bags he was holding on the bench.  He rubbed his hands together then said, “Your mother won’t be home until tomorrow, so dinner’s my responsibility tonight.  What say we order pizza?”

Brett and me grinned at each other.  Mrs Daniels was into cooking healthily, and sometimes the meals she came up with were a little suspect.  Tofu and spinach didn’t feature very highly on our ‘like’ list.  “Hawaiian for me,” I said.  Brett made his request, then Mr Daniels went to the phone and pressed a speed-dial button.  He spoke for a couple of minutes, then hung up.  “One large Hawaiian, one regular chicken with extra chicken and cheese, two garlic breads and two large bottles of Coke.  Here in thirty minutes or it’s free.”

We sat down in the lounge to wait, watching TV and keeping a watch on the clock as it ticked away the minutes.  Halfway through the twenty-second minute there was a knock on the door.  “Drat,” Mr Daniels muttered as he got up to answer it.  “They’re never late.”

He came back with two large pizza boxes, on top of which were the garlic bread and the Coke.  He put them down on the coffee table, and we sat on the floor around it.  “Mmm ... nothing like a good, unhealthy pizza,” commented Mr Daniels, chewing happily on a slice of the chicken pizza.

We polished off the meal in pretty short order, wiping our mouths with the serviettes provided.  Brett burped quietly.  “Excuse me,” he murmured.  “Anything for dessert, Dad?”

“Hmm.  I think I recall some ice cream in the chest freezer.  I had to hide it from your mother, so it’s right down the bottom underneath the bean salad.”  Mr Daniels thought for a moment then added, “Also some double chocolate ice cream sandwiches too, I think.”

Brett got up and went out, heading for the garage.  A couple of minutes later he returned, with a big grin on his face, and the forbidden treats in his hands.  He put them on the table, then went into the kitchen to grab some plates and spoons.  “Some men feel guilty over doing things behind their wife’s back; I merely feel that it’s a small measure of satisfying revenge,” commented Mr Daniels with a conspiratorial smirk.  Brett came back in then, and we were soon tucking into a rich dessert.

“Well, I’m stuffed,” I said later, after we had consumed the ice cream and sandwiches.  “Was it as good for you as it was for me?”

The other two laughed.  “You bet it was,” Brett said, leaning over to nuzzle my ears and hold me close.  I squirmed a little, still a little unused to public affection, even if it was only his father.  The insides of my ears turned bright red again.  “Oops ... sorry about that, Chief,” Brett apologised in an imitation of Maxwell Smart.

“That’s okay.  I suppose I should be used to it by now.”  I snugged him back, even going so far as to give him a quick kiss.

“Okay, break it up.  Wait until you’re alone before commencing activities,” Mr Daniels said in a mock stentorian voice, tempered with a smile.  He got up, easing stiff muscles.  “Come on, you two.  Help me get rid of the evidence.”

We gathered up all the trash, and took it outside, walking down the block a little way to dump it into someone else’s trash can.  “I know my wife – she’ll investigate fully to find out if we’ve been eating anything bad for us.  She’s terrible.”

“When does she get back?” I asked as we walked back to the house.

“Sunday night,” Mr Daniels replied, ushering us into the house and shutting the door.  “She’s attending a health conference.  I tried to talk her out of it, but she was rather adamant, I’m afraid.  Our meals will never be the same again.”  His voice held a tragic note, as if speaking of a terrible loss.

The TV had moved on to another programme now, featuring teams in a junkyard scrounging and joining parts to make weird and wonderful machines.

Brett and I sat on the couch to watch while Mr Daniels sat in his armchair.  Brett cuddled up to me, putting his arm around my shoulders.  I kept shooting glances at his father, but he seemed not to notice.  I turned my head and licked Brett’s muzzle, smiling at him.

“I think I’ll go take a walk.  It’s a nice night for it,” Mr Daniels suddenly declared, getting up out of his chair.  He gave us a wink and a smile as he left the room, leaving us alone together.

“Wasn’t that nice of him?”  Brett leaned against me and pressed his lips to mine.  His arms went around me, holding me close.  I reciprocated, slipping my hands under his shirt to stroke his back fur, twining my fingers through the soft red fur.  “Let’s move to your bedroom,” I suggested quietly.

Brett shook his head after a few seconds thought.  “Let’s just make love here, hon.  It’s something I’ve wanted to do for a while, but never had the opportunity.”  He kissed me again, putting a little more passion, and a lot of tongue, into it.

I sighed inwardly.  What the heck.  It wouldn’t exactly be a surprise if his dad came back early.  The worst that could happen would be that we might get semen over the couch.

The fox moved off me and onto the floor, letting me sprawl out on the couch.  He smiled at me, then proceeded to undress me, making a little show out of it for his entertainment.  “You have a nice body, Darcy,” he commented.

When I was fully nude he then stripped himself, revealing his slim, yet reasonably muscular body to me, before crouching down.  He took my sheath into his hand, squeezing and rubbing lightly.  My cock quickly thickened and slipped out into Brett’s hand, oozing a drop of precum.  He leaned forwards and took the tip into his mouth, suckling on it like a baby with a nipple, then slowly moved down the length until his lips bumped against my sheath.  I growled quietly in pleasure, rubbing his headfur and scratching behind his ears as he sucked me.

He lifted his head and gazed into my eyes with a smile, before he stood up.  “Back in a mo.”  He disappeared briefly and returned with a towel and a bottle of lube.  He laughed quietly at my amazed expression.  “I know you’ve been wanting to get inside me for ages.  It’s time I paid you back for all the times I’ve mounted you.”  He slathered a generous helping of lube over my cock, and under his tail as well before he straddled me.  He grasped my turgid maleness and positioned it at his tailhole.  “This is only the third time I’ve been penetrated, and it’s been a few months, so bear with me.”  Taking a deep breath, he lowered himself onto my cock with one slow stroke.

I watched with concern his facial expressions as he impaled himself on me.  He was panting and moaning with pain, and his muzzle was twisting in half-snarls.  “That bloody hurts!” he gasped, now fully penetrated.  He leaned forward to rest against my chest, kissing me passionately, as if to prevent any more outbursts from him.  He shook, and his hole spasmed erratically as it tried to expel the invader.

I couldn’t believe how tight his hole was.  Every bit of my seven inches was inside my boyfriend, twitching at the incredible sensations.  “Mmm ... thank you, love,” I whispered to Brett, stroking his head.  “This means a lot to me.”

“I love you, Darcy,” he murmured back to me.  He carefully eased himself forwards, sliding up off my cock a little way, and pushed back down again.  A low groan escaped his muzzle as he did so.  I knew it must be hurting him, but he was determined to go through it, just for me.

As he continued to ride me, I felt his hole gradually loosen up.  He could too, and his movements increased a little in tempo.  “I’d forgotten how good this could feel,” he said with a smile, gazing into my eyes.  His tail twitched around behind him, the tip tickling my balls and knot.

We built up a good rhythm over the next few minutes.  With every downward push he made I thrust up to meet him.  “Have you ... ever had ... a knot inside you?” I panted, feeling myself getting close to climax.

“No, but there’s always a first time,” Brett replied.  “I want it.  I need you locked inside me.”  He stopped rocking and ground his butt hard into my crotch as my knot began to swell.  “Oh man, I feel it now.  Like a balloon pumping up.  That throbbing feels soooo good!”

“Mmhmm!  Keep clenching, hon.”  Now that I was fully buried, I could pound him to completion with jackhammer thrusts.  I reached for his shaft and jerked it, my hand almost smashing his own knot, and was soon rewarded by a sudden jet of fox spunk spurting out of Brett’s cock, arcing through the air and landing high up on my chest.  Several more followed, gradually lessening in force until the last few drops just trickled down his shaft.  Unable to withstand the rhythmic spasms of his climax milking my dick, I gave in to my own orgasm.  My vision dimmed and went sparkly as my jizz blasted into his bowels for the first time, squirt after squirt filling him up.  Nothing could top this experience; shooting inside Brett beat masturbating and oral hands down.  The way he milked me was exquisitely painful, clenching my knot, drawing out ever drop I had to give him.

I must have passed out for a few seconds, because I was soon aware of Brett lightly spanking my cheek.  “Hey!  Hey, don’t fall asleep!  You gotta untie me!”

“Good luck with that.  It’ll be a while.  Could be five minutes, could be twenty.”  I shrugged.  “Might as well get some more cuddling in, hmm?”  I pulled him against me, smearing his cum between our bodies, and stroked him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear.  “Thank you so much,” I murmured.  “I’ve never felt so complete as when I’m with you.”

Brett didn’t reply for a few seconds.  “Neither have I.  I guess our relationship is now fully consummated, now that we’ve taken each other.  Don’t you think?”

I thought about that.  “That’s an interesting way to put it.”  I smiled and kissed him on the lips passionately, slipping my tongue out and into his mouth.   We kissed for a while before he asked, “Can you pull out yet?  As much as I like having you inside me, I’m starting to feel like I need to go.”

“Try getting off me, and you’ll find out,” I suggested.  He leaned himself up on his arms and carefully pulled himself up.  “Urrf!  It’s coming ... out!  Nggaah!”  My knot popped out of his butt with a wet slurp, letting loose a trickle of semen which dribbled onto my cock and abdominal fur.

I looked down at my body, then up at Brett’s.  “A shower would be a good thing right now.”  I wiped up some of his cum with a finger and licked it.  “Nice, but it’s better when it’s fresh from the tap.”

Brett grinned and helped me up off the couch.  We picked up our clothes and headed for the bathroom to wash off the evidence of our lovemaking, Brett holding the towel between his legs.

We came out of the bathroom just as Mr Daniels was walking through the front door.  “Hi, Dad,” said Brett in a muffled voice; he had a thick towel over his head to dry the fur.  “How was your walk?”

“Good, good.  Very peaceful, unless you count that dog at number fifty-six.  Tried to attack me again.  I don’t know why Hunkerby doesn’t get rid of him.”  He looked us over with an amused expression.  “What about you?”

“Oh, we didn’t go for a walk.  We just stayed on the couch and had fun.”  Brett’s tone was so matter-of-fact; it was hard to get used to.  “Then we took a shower, as you can see.”

The elder fox nodded with a wry grin.  “Ah, the impetuousness of youth.  How I miss those days.”  He sighed in a mock tragic way then laughed.  “That’s what you pay to gain life experience.”  He stepped into the kitchen then to answer the phone, which had begun to ring.  “Darcy, it’s for you!”

“Hello?  Oh, hi, Mum.”  She was calling to tell me that the Lestons wanted me to sit for them again tomorrow.  “Sure.  Call them back and say that I’ll be there.  Okay, bye.”  I hung up with a big grin.  “That was Mum,” I told Brett.  “The Lestons want me to sit for them tomorrow.  They’re going shopping but don’t want to take the kids – they seem to spend more money if they take them.  And Kenny’s fractured his arm; fell out of a tree apparently.”

Brett winced.  “Ouch.  That would have hurt.  I broke mine doing the same thing when I was younger, in two places.”  He pointed at his left forearm then his wrist.

“I’m lucky; I haven’t broken anything yet.  I nearly did, but it turned out to be just a sprain.”  I looked around and saw Mr Daniels had disappeared.  “Are you doing anything important tomorrow?” I asked in a low voice.  “I could introduce you to them.  I told them about our first time together, and from that they seemed to have developed even more of an appetite.”

A grin split Brett’s muzzle.  “They’re not supposed to be sex-crazed until they hit sixteen – they’ve obviously matured early.”

I shrugged.  “Yeah, well.  You know what kids are like – into everything.”  I chuckled.  Glancing up then at the kitchen clock, I saw it was a few minutes to eight.  “Ooh, it’s nearly time for Friends.  You know, I think they should have kept the seven PM slot,” I commented as I headed into the lounge, Brett on my heels.

Brett shrugged.  “I don’t usually watch it.  Dad does though.  He says he needs to to ‘keep his sense of humour finely tuned’.”  He rolled his eyes to indicate that he thought that idea was absurd.

“It doesn’t need fine tuning – it’s sharp enough as it is.”  I flumped down on one end of the couch, then snuggled up to the fox when he sat down.  A comedy was just winding up, showing the end credits rolling up the screen.  Friends started a couple of minutes later.

After the program was a movie running along similar lines to Romeo and Juliet, so Mr Daniels switched channels to a rugby game.  “Ugh.  Rugby,” I muttered as I sat up to stretch.  Brett was an avid fan, but I wasn’t about to stick around to see hunky guys chasing each other around a muddy field.  “I’m going to bed to read,” I said to him.  I kissed him lightly on the muzzle.  “I’ll wait for you.”

“Okay, hon.”  Brett had taken on the glazed look that sport lovers always seem to get when their favourite sport is on.  “Have fun.”

I shook my head and smiled, before leaving the room to go read a fantasy book I was working my way through.

The rugby game (and the aftermatch events) went on until eleven, at which point I had finished my book and was now lying in Brett’s bed waiting for him.  “Who won?” I asked when he came in, more out of conversation than out of any real need to know.

He shut the door quietly behind him and quickly stripped off before sliding under the covers to snuggle against me.  “We did, 34-22.  Australia put up a good fight, but we conquered once again.”

I nodded.  “That’s nice.”  I sighed contentedly, resting my head on Brett’s chest.  He stroked my head lightly for a few minutes, until his breathing deepened and the caresses stopped.  Smiling, I moved my head off his chest and onto the pillow, drifting off to sleep myself.

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