Percy's Life Part 2 - First Time
Copyright 2017 by Simplemind

Now that I filled you in about my youth, it's time to jump a bit forward in time to my school days. On my first day in school, I was very excited. I saw it as a chance to prove to my father that I was not just a waist of space. In the end, it turned out to be one of the saddest days of my life.

First thing was that my father completely ignored me. He only came along because my mom had insisted. She wanted to celebrate this day with the whole family. I tried my best to make both of them proud of me, but apparently, for my father, it was still not good enough. I was not good enough!

On that day, a whole lot of people were there. Some very important personalities from all over town, and also some of my father's acquaintances. He feared he'd become the subject of mockery if they would see him together with an abomination like me. Most of the time he wandered off and pretended he didn't know us.

That the abomination itself got mocked more than its creator, however, didn't seem to concern my dad much. In class, I got teased a lot. Most of the other kids were red foxes, of course, and none of them seemed to have seen something like me before. At first the others were eager to know why I was green and not red like everyone else. They asked all sorts of stupid questions and most of the time I didn't know the answers.

Soon, though, they started to make fun of me. Just silly jokes at first, just the way kids are, but things didn't stop there. As the years went by, jokes and teasing became insults and mobbing. At some point, I think, they just came to the conclusion that it was okay to treat me like that, and so they did.

I know what you think now! 'Another one of those lonely-kid-in-class stories' right? But it's not going to be such a story! Yes, I was lonely. And I had a lot of trouble, but there were also good things and I want to focus on them! There is no room for stupid, arrogant fucktards who treat others badly just for fun in this story! I won't give them the satisfaction of getting to me. At least not anymore!

Well, one of the best things I can remember about my school time, was my best (and only) friend Naoki. Naoki was a panda and likewise outcast. He and his dad moved here from far away, and so he was the only panda far and wide. He also was a bit pudgy (pretty average for a panda, actually) and got teased about it a lot.

Naoki and I spent a lot of time together. He was a really awesome guy! Kind and gentle, funny, loyal, a bit shy and extremely easygoing. He was a big geek and really into videogames. He was a very important person in my life and I still miss him. Sadly we got detached after I left the town. But despite the fact that I share a lot of precious memories with him, he was not the heaviest impact to my life to that time...

One day, our class got a new student. His parents moved to the rural area here from a big city. By coincidence, he was a red fox and immediately welcomed into the class. He was tall, athletic and really handsome with beautiful fur. Not as rough and unpolished as most other males in my class were. Me included!

Of course all the girls were over him. He didn't seem to care much for the girls' attention, though. For the boy's company neither. He'd hang out with them sometimes, but otherwise kept to himself. He was a typically 'cool kid' from all I understood. But there was more...

Something was different about him. At first I didn't notice, but at some point it became really obvious that he was constantly looking my way. I didn't think much about it and assumed that he was just curious about my color and that he would eventually start to tease me as well. Apparently he had other plans, though.

It was on a nice summer day when he approached me during recess in the hallway. I was leery of course, but I wanted to give him a chance. After all, different and strange things, people and personalities were far more common in a big city than in the country. What might be a weird thing here could be totally normal were he came from. Chances were, he was going to be nice to me for once.

I still remember the very first words he spoke to me...

"Hi there! You're Percival, right? I'm Allen." He said and extended a paw.

I shook his hand and said, "Yes. But you can call me Percy. Everyone does. Nice to meet you!"

Then he said something I didn't expect, "Say, Percy... Would you like to go to the ice parlor with me after class? My treat!"

My suspicion grew. After all, no other fox has ever made such a move towards me. But he didn't seem to have any bad intentions. He was really kind and seemed honest.

"Erm... yes, sure," I answered a bit unsure. "But why?"

"'Cause it's hot!" Allen replied laughing.

"No. I mean why with me?"

"Well," he said and eyed me over, "you seem cool and I want to get to know you better. So? What do you say?"

His openness was really surprising. But a welcome surprise! I thought that, maybe, not all red foxes were going to be mean to me. In the end I agreed to go with him and after class we visited the ice cream parlor.

On the way there, I feared this was just a mean trick and that the other guys were about to show up at the next corner to mock me for whatever dump reason they found now. But that thought vanished soon!

Allen was really cool! He told me about his hometown and about his old school. We chatted for a long time, had a lot of fun and I felt really good around him. Soon we became friends and met up regularly to play and to hang out together.

The other foxes didn't seem to like it much, however, and soon he lost his 'cool kid' status. He didn't seem to mind, though. I felt a bid bad about it, but he REALLY didn't seem to mind. At first sight he might seem a bit superficial, but I quickly learned that he was much more than that! Allen was really nice and a very loyal friend. A bit crazy too! He was a guy with principles, generous and caring. I enjoyed to spent time with him!

Then, someday, things started to change between us...

It was during my time at summer camp when it happened. Allen and I managed to get into the same group and we also shared a room together. The camp was located at a big lake, and it actually wasn't really a camp, but more like a hostel. There were bedrooms with two up to six people. Allen was keen on getting a double room for us. I didn't object, since this meant only more privacy. I thought that this was also his intention, but I should learn otherwise soon.

During the day there were all sorts of activities available. Courses for crafting, singing, cooking, drawing and more. There were sports fields and workshops. We could go hiking and swimming in the lake, and a lot more! We had a good time there.

There were only one or two other people I knew from my class there with us, but without a group to feel safe, none of them bothered me. It was a welcome change. More so since I didn't have to put up with my father here. He was probably happy to get rid of me for a few weeks, too.

Anyways, without any further ado, I'll come right to the part that you're probably most interested in.

In retrospect there were a lot of signals that gave away Allen's true intentions towards me. From as simple things like the way he looked at me to even more obvious gestures like always sticking close to me, sharing a room together, seeking physical contact with me whenever possible, and the way he treated me so courteously. To that time, however, I was really naïve. I thought we were 'just' friends. Real good friends, but still. No other person has ever been interested in me in this way before, so it was a huge surprise to me when he finally made his move.

It was after a long day. We were outside, swimming all day, and after dinner went straight to our room to rest. We were tired and exhausted. I was in the lower bunk bed and Allen in the top. It was dark and I tried to sleep, though I heard him move above me.

At some point he bent over the bed and whispered to me, "Pssssst, Percy... Are you asleep yet?"

I shook my head and he jumped down to me. He was only in his underwear and so was I. I asked whether he couldn't sleep, and he nodded. Why, was my next question. He didn't answer and just sat down on my bed beside me. He waited for a long moment and seemed nervous. Eventually he asked if I could keep a secret, and I assured him that I could.

He sighed. "Did I ever tell you why I moved away from my home town?"

I shook my head.

What followed was a really sad story. Allen told me that his parents thought a life in the country would be better for him. He said they had moved here because he did something bad. After that we were both silent for a moment, until I cautiously asked him what it was.

Allen stared at the floor in front of us, and I noticed a sign of pain in his expression. At length he looked at me with sad eyes, and said that what he did was to be together with someone. I was confused. I didn't see how this could be a bad thing, and in the end I asked him just that. His features dropped and he vaguely explained that it was because he was together with someone whom he shouldn't have been with. I still didn't get it and looked at him puzzled. Eventually he clarified...

"I was together with another boy!"

I was dumbfounded. Not shocked or disgusted, or anything, I just didn't know what to do or to say in that moment. After a long moment in which Allen had mustered me, he answered my unspoken question and confirmed that he was gay.

He was still looking at me, and after a short pause continued to explain that when he had told his parents, they didn't take it very well. I saw how his face turned sour for a second, but he went on and told me that they decided to move away to separate them. They wanted him to be away from the 'bad influence'.

I was silent for a long moment. Longer than I wanted it to be, but Allen gave me time. A lot of thoughts crossed my mind in this moment, but eventually I decided to ask the question that I had since the beginning of this unusual conversation. I asked why he was telling me all of this.

His response was that he thought he was about to repeat that part of his history. He was tense when he said that. His body was stiff and I noticed his quickened breathing. He scooted a bit closer to me on the edge of the bed and whispered that there is someone he likes.

I remained silent, and so Allen went on and asked if I wanted to know who it is.

I don't know why, but I nodded. Maybe it was genuine curiosity, or maybe I did it out of politeness. Anyways, I was afraid of Allen's answer. I slowly began to realize what he really wanted to tell me all along. And the closer he came to speak his mind and the closer his face came to mine, the stronger I wished he'd say anything - just anything - else than the next three words that came from his mouth.

"It is you..."

I barely remember anything past this point of our conversation. I remember that I had questions. Boy I had a lot of them! I remember that Allen did his best to answer them all. It was all so strange. I felt weird and embarrassed, frightened even, but at the same time safe and protected around Allen. I liked him. He was my best friend. It didn't matter to me whether he liked girls or boys, I had gone through too much to judge people on something as banal as what they looked like, what they liked and didn't liked or what they believed in. But I was unsure of what to do next!

I'll admit, I was curious. I never before thought I might be gay, and even in that moment I wasn't sure if I was, but part of me wanted to find out. I was just a horny teenager after all! It also helped that Allen was so kind. I let him talk to me the whole time and he never seemed to tire of it. He wanted to touch me and I let him. His hands were so soft and warm and I wanted more of it. I knew he wanted it too. I could see his excitement show through his underwear.

At some point I was all his and just let everything happen. He pushed me back onto the mattress and landed on top of me. His body felt amazing! So heavy and warm...

Allen bowed his head down and our noses came closer and closer until they met. I never expected a kiss to be this good. I could tell that Allen must have had some experience with it. He took the lead and knew exactly what he had to do to me. I felt so dumb and inexperienced compared to him.

Slowly, but steadily Allen got more straight forward and told me what he wanted to do with me. I let him turn me on my belly and soon felt his weight press down on me. He took off his shirt and also his underpants, and then he wanted to do the same with me. I was scared, but I let him. I was rewarded with his naked body on mine. Fur against fur!

I knew what Allen wanted to do next. I could already feel his eagerness between my cheeks. It took some time, spit and a lot of coaxing from Allen, but eventually we became one.

It hurt. Quite a bit, actually. I didn't know whether Allen was just a bit too eager, or if it was supposed to be like that, but I knew that I wanted this. I wanted him inside of me!

Everything was over so fast! While I buried my face in the pillows to muffle my whining, Allen had his way with me and came with a loud grunt. He left me with an empty feeling and collapsed on my back. Then I only felt Allen's hot breath tickle my ear until we both fell asleep.

The next morning, everything was back to normal, just a bit different. We were still best friends, had fun, enjoyed summer camp and goofed around. But at night we shared a bed together, touched each other and experimented. It was a great time and the first step into something that would soon become a very important part of my life. But I still have some other things to tell you before we come to that part!


To be continued

