The Trouble With First Impressions

“Ah, he used to be so much trouble, our little Elliot,” Ms. Nather said in a bubbly voice. “Though, you’d find it hard to believe, if you looked at him now, wouldn’t you?” 

“Yes, I would, ma’am,” I chuckled affably, “I can’t imagine that polite, cheerful little kit as anything less than manageable, much less that he’d actually be a handful. I mean I really am impressed. I don’t think I’ve ever had a kid that gave me as good a first impression as this little guy.” In truth, I was flattering there—just a little. But a little flattery never hurt anyone, certainly not my wallet. I’d learned through previous jobs that families’ll feel a little more... ‘generous’ if you butter ‘em up a bit. Especially if you say good about their children, and by extension, their parenting. But all that aside, I’d say my comments actually were, in some part, genuine. 

I mean to say, meeting Elliot really was a bit of treat. I’ve had my mix of good and bad, for sure. Some little devils in disguise—experiences my parents would call “good for character-building”—and others that were actually very well-behaved. But Elliot stood out as quite the prim and proper pup. And yes, the Nathers were rather affluent—well-off, not rich (though certainly better off than my family)—but a rich background can just as well spoil a cub as make a prince out of one, not to mention the particular snobbish types that can grow out of them. No, Elliot certainly seemed rather exceptional.

His parents, also, were some rather interesting folk. Actually, they were in some ways the picture of something I wanted for my future. A loving couple with a good house, a good kid, and a successful business that they shared. That was the purpose of my hiring, actually. They’d been on business trips before, but apparently they took Elliot everytime until now. Even though he must’ve been bored out of his mind. They hadn’t conceded to him staying home without them until now, now that he was a full twelve years old. With the laundry list of rules they’d given me, it wouldn’t surprise me that they’d think he was too young to be left away from them until now. But I supposed those behavior issues he’d once had could just as well have been part of it. It was a curious little thought, but I waved it off.

“Well if you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to call, Tyler,” Mr. Nather said, as they now stood outside the doorway.

“I will, sir!” I answered, then watched as they climbed into their car and drove off. Then I closed the door, making sure to lock up tight, and headed to Elliot’s bedroom. I knocked once, then opened the door... then immediately had to fight the urge to just slam it back closed when I saw what awaited inside.

There the kit was, sitting at his desk which faced the right-side wall, doing homework, all innocuous enough if not for his school clothes being strewn about on the floor, rather than on his person. He sat there wearing just white cotton briefs, and from this angle, I could see just about every detail of his form. He was of average build for his age and species, perhaps even a bit smaller actually, slim all around, but with a certain softness all over—baby fat, and no doubt a plush fur coat. Undeniably cute.
“Oh, hi Mr. Tyler,” he said, looking up from his homework and breaking me out of my spell.

“Just Tyler’s fine, Elliot. And why’re your clothes off? I’m pretty sure your parents had a rule against that...”

“It’s hot out, and I was super tired when I got home” he smiled, innocently enough, “And it should be fine as long as I’m in my room, right?

“Hmm, I suppose... well, just make sure to get some clothes on when you come out then.”

“Alright Tyler! I just gotta finish my homework n’ stuff, then we can play videogames or whatever, right?”

“Sure, kiddo. I’ll be in the living room,” I said before leaving the room. Just as soon as I’d shut the door, I heaved my back to the wall and let a sigh. My pants were tight. A brief glance downward heightened my worry. Did I seriously just pop a boner at a—I couldn’t even complete the thought. And I wondered if maybe I should’ve taken a break from working considering the mental state I’d been in lately, even though I’d tried to deny it and pretend everything was just A-Okay. No, everything’s fine. He didn’t notice, or at least didn’t feel the need to ask anything about it. I think I might’ve died of embarrassment if he did. I would just go over to the living room, make sure I had all the rules down to a T, maybe even play some videogames, and everything would be just fine.

After gathering my bearings, I headed out back to the living room and settled down on a couch, backpack right beside me, and did just that. There were ground rules about what I was and was not to do, mostly standard stuff like not having any surprise guests over, leave the house as I found it (or better), etc. Then rules about what Elliot was allowed—those were a bit more comprehensive. Things like what he could eat and when, about having friends over, or going anywhere, what kinds of movies, TV, games, and whatever else he was allowed to see, although they no doubt had content filters on everything and anything, so probably the only real main issues of concern was any physical media that could make its way into this house. And then there were things like bedtime, making sure he did all his homework, kept up his hygiene, etc.

A lot of it actually seemed pretty superfluous, all things given. Elliot seemed the type to do all these things without needing to be told to, but then I guess you can never be too careful. The Nathers definitely seemed the fastidious type, as well as busy. By the time I felt I’d had everything pretty well down, I looked over to the hallway where Elliot’s room lie. He still hadn’t finished, and things were still bugging me, so I popped in one of the video games on the shelf and started playing.

It was probably the most intense game there, but then that wasn’t saying much considering just how strict his parents were. Actually I wouldn’t have been surprised if Elliot actually had to work his parents a bit to convince them to let him buy it. I was pretty drawn in after a while, and all my worries, the whole world all around me, just seemed to slip away. I barely even noticed when Tyler came in, walked right over and...

*pomf*

“Wha—” The action took me by surprise and nearly cost me a life in the game. I’d completely forgot how to even pause it, so I just kept playing, desperate not to die at this crucial part, as I looked over the head of the little kit that now sat very comfortably in my lap. “Elliot? What’re you doing?” I said, trying my hardest to concentrate on the game and not the very soft butt weighing down on my crotch. My very pent-up and neglected crotch. But I wasn’t about to shove him off or beg or order him to get off or something like that.

“This seat’s got the best view, and I didn’t wanna bother you to move while you’re busy playing, ” he answered matter-of-factly, his eyes straight forward on the screen just as mine were.

“Aren’t you a little old to be sitting in someone’s lap?” I asked in between button taps and thumbstick flicks.

“I don’t mind. Actually it’s pretty comfy here,” he said with a tantalizing wiggle of his hind. Fuck, is he trying to get me hard? “It doesn’t bother you, does it?” he said, with what almost seemed like a sad tinge.

Yes, by all means it did bother me. There’s no way he wouldn’t notice at that point, and I had no idea how I’d confront a situation like this. But would it hurt his feelings if I said “yes?” Thankfully, I got to somewhere safe in the game, where I could then lay the controller to rest and formulate a response. “It’s a little hard to concentrate,” I said, forcing an amicable laugh, “How bout I move over and you can take my seat then? You can play if you like.”

“I’m fine just watching for now,” he said, seemingly ignoring my suggestion.

“Okay, well I said I could scoot over, so you can get off now.”

“Oh, right! Okay!” he answered, as if perhaps he hadn’t heard me the first time. He slid over off of me, brushing against my crotch again, and if he wasn’t a cub I’d think it was deliberate at this point. Then I scooted over and gave him the spot, and continued playing.

I played for a bit more when I noticed his head on my shoulder. I was about to say something, when I realized I didn’t even know how long he’d actually been like that—I’d totally spaced out. After I finished chastising myself, I looked over to Elliot. He was totally still, with his tail out to the side, unmoving, and his eyes closed. His chest rose gently up and down at a relaxed pace. He appeared to have dozed off. “Elliot?” I said quietly. I didn’t want to disturb if he really was asleep. His ear twitched, and I said it again. This time, an eyelid rose, just barely opened as he looked up to me.

“Hm?” he said, barely above a whisper. “Sorry, guess I was kinda tired...” He yawned, stirring a bit, and still he didn’t look really any more awake.

“Do you want to go take a nap?”

“No, I’m fine!” he said, a bit louder this time, and I could tell he was forcing himself to appear more awake. He picked himself up, making a couple inches of distance between us and looked at me determinately, though with a drowsy edge. “I still wanna talk to you and stuff.”

“There’ll be plenty of time tomorrow, and later tonight even.”

“Yeah but... How bout just a little, right now, then I’ll sleep.”

“Okay, but why?”

“Well, I’m a little tired, but not *that* tired right now. I think I’d have a hard time falling asleep if I went to bed right now by myself.”

“Well I don’t want you falling asleep here again. Your parents wouldn’t want that,” I sighed.

“Then, come with me, to my room?” The idea kind of rubbed me the wrong way, honestly, but I guess it couldn’t hurt, if I just talked a bit, let him fall asleep, then left the room. “Please?” he repeated, and at that, my answer was pretty much made.

“Alright, fine” I sighed as I stood up. “You want me to carry you there, too,” I teased, then immediately regretted it.

“I wouldn’t mind,” he said with a lazy little giggle. Dammit why do I put myself in these situations. “Carry yourself,” I thought, but it sounded too mean, and at that point it just seemed easier to just go along with it. So I rolled my eyes theatrically and stepped over to the kit who was now half curled up at one corner of the couch. With a big—practically sparkling—smile he reached out with both arms, which he wrapped around my neck upon my scooping him up.

I carried him over to his bedroom and wow did he feel soft, and laid him down gently onto his bed. He nuzzled into my neck a little before I let go, and I actually liked it a little. He honestly was probably more trusting than he should be, or maybe it was just his drowsiness lowering his inhibitions, or heightening an affectionate affinity. I walked over to grab the chair at the desk, but he said, “You can sit on my bed if you want.” I ran over the rules in my head, and I guess this was technically alright, though probably nothing good would come out of this for me, but if it made him more comfortable...
He fumbled with the blankets and curled up on his side, facing me, with the blankets reaching up not quite to his shoulders, then I sat at the edge of the bed, just a little ways from his head. “So now what? Should I go get a story book or something?”

He gave me a playful glare this time.

“Oh so now you don’t want me babying you?”

“It’s not babying! I just have trouble sleeping sometimes...” he explained, “And why walk if someone’ll just carry me?”

“Hmph, so you’re really just lazy. I see.” He pawed at my arm in protest, now wearing a playful grin. “So what do you want to talk about then?’

“Well... maybe tell me about college life?”

“Mmh... well it’s only really my first year—I can’t say much about it honestly. I guess it’s just like, more of the same? I mean, with how hard you work already, I’m sure you’ll already have a pretty good idea of what it’s like when you get around to it.”

“Yeah, I guess... classes and stuff. But what about all the other stuff? I mean college is more than just school, I hear.”

“Heheh...” I laughed nervously. He was really interested. “Well for me, actually, it pretty much is just school, for the most part. I mean, when I’m not doing schoolwork I’m usually doing whatever babysitting job I can get. Have to pay for college somehow.”

“Yeah, it must be pretty expensive... but you make a lot of friends there too, right?

“I have some,” I said, and at this point the questions were getting rapid-fire.

“Is it comfy in your dorm room?”

“It’s a nice enough place to sleep.”

“What about the food?”

“There’s a good variety?”

“Got a girlfriend?”

“What?” I had to pause for a second and go back over what he just asked, but I finally answered, “No...”

“Boyfriend?”

“What?” louder this time, and this time he had me blushing, hard. “Elliot...”

He seemed worried now, like he’d done something wrong, and he quickly apologize, “Sorry! I didn’t mean I thought you were gay or anything, if you’re not. You’re not mad at me... are you?”

I sighed. Then I reached over and lightly patted his forehead, tussling the downy fur that covered it. “It’s alright. I just don’t get asked about that often—I mean, yeah, I’m gay. I didn’t think that was something you’d have on your mind though.”

“Oh,” he said, calming down now, his ears flat down the sides of his head from my petting, “So then, do you have a boyfriend..?”

“No,” I answered right away. He smiled, like I had something to hide, but then I guess he must’ve noticed something in my face or my posture, because just as he was about to speak up, his expression changed again, with a little bit of that worry from before.

“Tyler? You look sad...” he said, reaching out to touch my arm. I tried to just push through it, I would’ve said “no, it’s nothing, let’s just talk about something else” but already the emotions were bubbling up under the surface, and his touch seemed to anchor me there, unable to just leave it like that. And it all simultaneously felt like the most important thing in the world and something completely inconsequential, and I just began to talk.

“I had one. It’s over now. It’s been over for a week now,” I started, throwing my head up toward the ceiling like it was just some exasperating pain in the ass and not something far more painful, as I continued to vomit up words, “But it’s not like it was getting bad before then anyway. It wasn’t the same anymore, so it’s not like I was completely taken by surprise. Anyway, that’s in the past now; it doesn’t matter.”

Suddenly, I felt Elliot’s arms around me, and I just sat there, silent. The fur on my cheeks was wet with tears and I didn’t dare turn towards him, and I just sat there, trying not to break down in front of this cub like a stupid idiot. I forced myself to breathe, which came out shakily and ragged, and tried to relax, even though the welt in my throat seemed to take forever to subside, but I finally managed to push it all back down, away.

“Tyler?” Elliot said quietly, still wrapped around me, “Do you get lonely sometimes?”

“I try not to think about,” I say, half dodging the question, then I hear him yawn. “You should get to sleep.”

“No...” he whined.

“Elliot I can tell you’re tired. And don’t worry about me. I’ll be just fine okay? Take your nap.”

“Mm-mm” he insisted, shaking his head in a “no” against my shoulder.

“Elliot,” I said, with a little impatience in my tone now.

He uttered a short, forceful sigh and said, “Okay... but if I’m gonna sleep, then, come in bed with me, at least?”

“Elliot, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Please? I’ll be loneIy...”

I sighed, “Fine.” Then I sat up and made my way under the covers, lying on my back. Immediately the kit gravitated towards me, latching onto my arm. Memories started to run through my head again, and to dispel them, I focused on Elliot instead. I took comfort in his warmth, the closeness, how he held onto my arm with his own delicate limbs. I listened to the peaceful cadence of his breath, and found the regular repetition soothing. I let it carry me away from all my worries and longings, and just drifted away...

Something’s on my cock. 

Something warm, soft, smooth, plush. It’s wrapped around my length, stroking up and down, then something smaller, finer, rubs over the tib and I quiver from the sensations it elicits. I remember. I’d laid down with the kit so he could take his nap. I’d fallen asleep, so now I’m waking up. And someone is touching my...

“Elliot?” my eyes open to a sight that might make me blanche, if it didn’t also burn my cheeks with blush. I see his head in between my legs, focusing on the cock in his dainty hand, though he briefly looks my way, and before I can ask him what he’s doing, he opens his mouth, plants his tongue on the underside of my cock, then— 

“Ahhh! Elliot what the—?” he’s bobbing his head up and down, licking and sucking, and I feel totally paralyzed for a moment longer before I finally speak up again. “Elliot what the hell are you doing??”

He pulls up off of me at a speed I now know is deliberately tantalizing, then looks at me with an expression I’d never pictured on his face. “Isn’t it obvious, Tyler?” he says, with a real smug edge that goes right along with the look he now has in his eyes, “I’m sucking you off~”

I start to get up, then he dives down and takes almost my whole length all at once, and I crumple back down onto his bed with an embarrassingly helpless moan. “That’s not what I...” I start in between panting breaths.

He releases my dick again, then starts to climb up my body, and I notice he’s naked, and in between his legs is a half-unsheathed little rocket, red and slick with faintest signs of pre and somehow I’m getting even harder. He stops when his muzzles just a few inches from mine and our members are pressed together, and he says, “I figured. But I guess I’ll explain it, if it isn’t already obvious. I’m gay, too. And you’re cute, Tyler. And single. So why don’t we have some fun?” I’m staring at him wide-eyed, speechless.

“Elliot, you’re twelve,” I finally answer.

“Didn’t seem to make a difference to your dick~” he says, “I saw that tent in your pants earlier, when you walked into my room.”

My heart drops like an anvil, and my thoughts come to a halt. “That doesn’t matter. Fuck. Elliot I could get seriously fucked over for this!” He’s looking a little dismayed or... impatient?

“Only if we get caught. And I promise not to tell. I mean, as long as you don’t give me a reason to, kay?”

Gears grind in my head for a moment before I respond, “I’m not gonna ask if there’s a threat anywhere in there, but even if you don’t tell, shit who’s to say your parents don’t have cameras or microphones or something all over your room?”

“Geeze!” he laughs, “My parents aren’t that crazy. Besides, if  they did have my room bugged or whatever, they probably would’ve said something by now about all the times I ‘practiced’ with my toys in here.”

“Your what?”

“You’re not that dense, are ya Tyler?” he giggles, “I’ve put things in my butt before, let’s just put it like that.”

Again, I’m at a loss for words. I didn’t think it was even possible to misjudge someone this terribly, especially a cub. No, there’s no way. “I don’t believe you.”

“Tsk,” he rolls his eyes. Then he actually gets up off of me, and I half sit up to watch him as he drops down to the floor and reaches underneath his bed. When he stands up, he has in his hands what could be considered undeniable proof at this point, which he then proceeds to lick teasingly, staring at me the whole time, knowing full well the effect it has on me. “Now do you believe me?”

“What the fuck,” I croak out.

“You’re hard. You’re lonely. And no one has to find out. So... can I Tyler?”

Again, I stare in silence, searching desperately for the right response, and he’s already climbing the bed, the toy off to the side, on the floor. “This is wrong...”

“Oh geeze,” he says, rolling his eyes, with a tone that’s now clear to me as impatient. Then he immediately resumes where he left off. His head rises and falls at a varying pace, and I swear he must be zoning in on my every little move or reaction, as it seems to only get better and better.

“Ahhh...” I moan, breaking the silence up intermittently, and he immediately notices and looks up at me with a mischievous grin the next time he pulls up. Then he just holds it there in his paw, my tip at the corner of his lips as he looks up into my eyes.

“Wanna play with mine?” he asks, giving my cock a teasing lick. My head nods if it’s own accord, and just like that, the little fox is straddling my chest with his undersized bits hovering in front of my face. “Well?” he says as I hesitate, looking down at me with that lustful and self-satisfied expression. It twitches softly, now totally unsheathed with a bead of pre waiting at the tip, with a healthy bright red color to it. And I think, if I’m fucked either way, I might as well enjoy it. 

I crane my head forward, though I don’t have to move very far, and I take the little rod into my muzzle, engulfing almost the entire length all at once. I wonder if perhaps for once he was caught off guard, as he actually jerks a little in response, and I could hear a little squeak of a moan. And I start to bob my head, slowly at first, and hear him moan more purposefully now. 

“Tyler~,” he half-says, half-moans, and he reaches for my ears, gently wrapping his delicate paws around them for support. “Faster,” he grunts, then the little kit kneeling over my chest starts bucking his hips, pumping his little two or three inch length in and out of my mouth, and I’m almost certain he’ll cum any second now, when suddenly, he pulls out. He leans over my head, hugging it close as he grinds his prick up against my cheek, up and down, smothering me in his kit musk, his snug sack pressed to the lower part of my muzzle, and his muzzle nuzzling up to one of my ears. “Mmf~” he says, “this is really fun, Tyler. You’re having fun too, right?”

“Just how much do you know about this?”
 I ask, my head turned to the side now, feeling a bit cramped, but no less aroused. 

“I’ve came before, if that’s what you’re asking. Why? Wanna see?” he says practically right in my ear, with a voice that I swear must be practiced. Fuck. My heart’s thumping against my chest, and then I notice his tail now brushing casually over my cock. “Maybe you can make me cum,” he says, slowly making his way down my body, “with this.”
He’s backed his rear up against my dick now, and I barely even make note of it before he’s already lowering himself onto my length. “1...2..” he says, prodding carefully. He’s wrapped his hand around the base of my rod to steady his aim, and each time I feel his tight entrance teasing, putting pressure on my tip, and I know at any second I’ll pierce through.

 But then he drops down and I can’t hold my moan back, and just under mine I hear his own and it only gets me even harder. He squeals out as he drops himself down to my base, and it’s true he must’ve practiced, but I don’t think either of us expected how this’d feel. 

“Fuck, mnffff...” he says, his voice cracking, and he’s panting hard, barely even moving. His little rod is twitching wildly, trickling pre, and his head is tilted back slightly, with his lips parted and tongue almost lolled. “I think I almost came,” I could hear him barely whimper. He sits there for a little while longer—I assume to regain his composure—and I’m actually a little grateful for the brief moment of reprieve. Then he starts to move again, and smirks at the moans I can’t help but make. His moving slowly at first, but he’s so damn tight that it’s almost excessively stimulating all the same. He starts to pick up the pace, bouncing up and down in my lap while I watch my cock disappear inside him over and over again even though it looks like it shouldn’t possibly fit inside him in the first place.

From this view, that image is especially apparent. His small body makes my cock look absolutely massive and he takes it like it’s nothing all the same, even though it’s driving me wild with its tightness and the snug warmth inside. Not to mention his own little cock, bobbing up and down and leaking more and more pre, and the tight little sack underneath, almost perfectly round and coated in fine, downy fur a clean white color. And my hips start getting into it a little as well. I feel them briefly leave the bed underneath and buck up into him, hilting and pushing to go even farther, eliciting a squeak from the audacious kit.

“Hey...” he says a little temperamentally, with a tiny growl for effect that I imagine sounds more threatening in his head.

“What’s the matter? Not so strong-willed now?”

Then he leans in with an almost threatening smile almost touching his nose with mine, and says, “You wanna make this a contest?” The sultry voice coming from this tiny kit that was already taking my cock like a total champ, admittedly, gave me chills. He leans back now, sits up straight, then starts to get up on his knees, slowly pulling up off of me with a tightness that seemed to milk me, when finally the tip popped free. He starts to turn around now, throwing one leg over to the other side of me, and soon he’s straddling my lap again, but this time facing the opposite direction. His tail is high, deliberately giving me a view of that honestly cute ass, and he looks back at me from the side of his shoulder, one hand posted out in front of him on the bed and the other pointing my cock downward, and he says, “Ready?”
He doesn’t wait for a response. He lowers his hind toward my cock, and as soon as he can find the tip with his tailhole, he drops down even faster than the first time. 

“Ahhhh!” I moan out, my hips jumping up to meet him, but he only takes it as incentive to keep going, and he’s going faster than before, faster and harder, bouncing up and down. He’s pumping his hips up into the air, dropping back down all the way into my lap, and I hear little squeaks every now and then, ones he doesn’t manage to stifle, as he takes me deep inside him over and over. “Elliot, slow down!” I beg, “I’m gonna...”

He slams down on me, leaning back and almost falling right on top of me, but in the process he’s forced my cock inside him down to the very hilt and I can’t take it anymore. I explode inside him, muscles spasming, my hips bucking uncontrollably in time with the pulsations of my cock as I fill him up with my cum. He cries out as I moan, and this time he really does collapse on top of me, and I feel his racing little heart and hear his panting, tiny breath as a stray string of cum from his petite cock hits my face and some of his. And we lie there on his bed, the little fox boy filled with my cum and covered in his own, having gotten exactly what he wanted.