If sucking cock in the middle of a wide open yet deserted park was dangerous, then sucking cock behind some bushes beside a rather busy sidewalk was practically asking for a season in hell, and since there was only one season down there in the fiery pits; I was in for a long trip. I could hear the pitter patter or foot-paws, the casual conversations, and the hustle and bustle of a typical downtown day.  It didn’t help that I could also hear a little fox boy demanding a plate of waffles at a nearby restaurant. 

It was officially hot outside, but the damp earth below my knees was cooling; no wonder Fink had his whole naked body sprawled out in front of me; tail sticking up between his legs. The sun poked through the dense bush like little needles of light that seemed to speckle Fink’s abdomen. The occasional passerby would block out the light enough to play tricks on my eyes. I didn’t want to close them; I’d lose too nice a view, so I had to suffer the sudden jabs of fear of being caught every time someone passed to enter the outside dining area. The dog didn’t seem to mind. He had chosen the location and seemed sure of its privacy. He only seemed rather fascinated by my dick sucking techniques at I went up and down over his lap. 

My eyes flashed up and I caught that foolish grin of his, only now his tongue was sagging out the side of his mouth as he panted from the heat of my mouth on his unnaturally large cock. I gripped my left paw around the solid purple knot as the tapered tip tickled the back of my throat. I wanted to gag; not because of the slightly sour taste in my mouth or the matted fur between Fink’s legs but because getting used to the length and thickness of his cock was rather challenging. He was only fourteen but I’m sure he already matched his father in all dimensions. 

“Mara never wants to suck my cock.” Fink spoke in a surprisingly straight tone even though I had his knot in a vice like grip and most of his dick down my throat. Mara was his on again off again girlfriend who no one really liked, though no one actually said that, not around Fink anyways. She was born to a rich family and just decided to become punk rock one day. It’s not like it’s an exclusive thing. There’s no membership and you don’t have to take a pledge or anything. But there is a sort of attitude that comes with it; a way of thinking, a way of life. Mara had none of that. She was all looks and not soul. I also knew that Mara didn’t like that Fink hardly showered; she never wanted her head ‘down there’ but didn’t mind Fink’s dirty cock in her snatch.

I didn’t mind it though. It wasn’t a bad smell really. Once you go long enough without a shower you just stop smelling like anything. Besides; Fink was a canine, and canines don’t sweat, so hardly to they ever smell unless… Only after the Shepard would dumpster dive or sleep near the water sanitation plant did he ever smell. Even now; with my face in his lap, the only thing I could smell was cock, pre-cum, and a canine in need of a nut bust.

The cock in my mouth was proof. It throbbed every time my lips slipped down the shaft; delivering a thick spurt of pre every time. I’d return with a knot squeeze or a tug on Fink’s matted balls and he’d sigh and smile as his paws clutched the dirt below. It was odd that he had even taken off his denim vest. It hardly ever left his shoulders, much like my leathers. Once we had sneaked behind the side of the building and ducked under the bushes to find this shady hallow Fink had immediately began to unclothe himself. He tossed his pants and vest aside to sit on his haunches; cock free and bouncing in arousal; tail thumping the dirt behind him in excitement.

He had explained to me that he sometimes slept here at night and when it was too warm he would just sleep naked with his clothes as a pillow. I could tell this small space had known residency. There was trash strewn about; old chip bags, wrappers from candy bars, plastic liquor bottles and crushed beer cans. The one thing me and Fink had in common were mothers who disapproved of our lifestyles. While Fink’s mother wasn’t a bible thumping Christian, she voted rather conservatively and wanted nothing to do with the free-thinking life of a punk rocker. Fink’s father was obviously more lax about things, being the horny old dog he was. But Fink chose to live outside his home instead of put up with the rules laid down by his mother. He was the definition of Punk Rock among our friends.

“Take your clothes off.” He urged me with a whisper and forced me up from my deep-throating by sitting up. His cock slipped from my mouth and actually bounced off the ground; bits of dirt clinging to the spit covered tapper. I licked my lips, savoring the salty taste of cum and canine as I glanced out towards the populous. “I wanna see you naked.”

“Are you sure no one can see us?” I asked as a procession of motorcycles drove by, noisily revving their engines like the fags they were and drowned out the words from my lips. Fink was obviously not about to read my lips so he came closer to me, scooting his butt across the ground until his shoulder met mine. His cock still bounced to and fro, fertilizing the ground with pre-cum. Maybe I underestimated how bi-curious the dog was because his mouth met mine. His thick canine tongue dug into my mouth as his free paw reached over and grabbed at my crotch. This was a side of Fink I had never known. Surely Mara kissed him, but the way he was suddenly on me made him seem starved for affection. I was rather confused by it but not enough to want anything to stop.

His paw found my cock under tight black denim and began to stroke the bulge it was making. I found it rather hard to breathe as he attacked me with his mouth but I somehow kept drawing breaths through my nose enough to keep conscious. Suddenly his paw darted up, grabbed the hem of my new Misfits shirt and pulled it up to show my belly.

“Come on” He whispered taking his mouth from mine rather violently. Saliva dripped down the side of his muzzle and in that moment I saw a lust never before seen in another living thing. “It’s like when you look out your window at night. You can’t see anything because it’s too bright inside. It’s the same thing but reversed. It’s too dark down here, as long as we don’t make too much noise no one will know. I’ve jerked off a lot down here. Take off your jacket.”

I did as he said and almost instantly felt better. My shirt was almost soaked with sweat and even though Fink went right for it, he still had trouble pulling it up over my head. Quills were stuck to it but he discarded it without so much as a thought to its condition. Luckily it landed on top of his clothes and not the dirt. My pants came next and they were a bit more awkward. Fink was in front of me but this time my legs were spread while his paws eagerly tugged off the denim. When I was finally naked, butt and quills pressed into soft, cool earth, Fink sat back and admired the view.

“I’ve always wanted to tell you; you’re really cute looking.” The canine spoke and I felt my cheeks flared red hot. I tried not to look so embarrassed by looking down but I only found my belly, and below; my stubby cock pointing up at me, ready to be used yet again. “My dad’s been watching a lot of bi-sexual pornos lately. I guess he likes to see more than one guy fuck the same girl. But a lot of the guys on there are too pretty looking. Got me thinking about you when I heard about that otter boy. I remember that night behind Dunkin Donuts when you shot a load in my mouth. Figured you just wanted to get off. But I kept thinking about you all week.”

“I don’t know what to say dude…” I grumbled still rather shocked from the kiss. I guess I was wrong about thinking Fink was purely straight. Maybe he had a thing for chubby punk rock porcupines with little chubby cocks. But then again Fink was a horny little bastard. He could just be trying to get his rocks off. “Thanks I guess.”

“You look hot naked.” Fink spoke in his monotone voice but for the first time it didn’t match his face. He leaned forward on his paws and knees and crept up between my legs until his cock was on mine, his face only inches before my own. I couldn’t help but lean back on my paws but he leaned in further, smiling. He reminded me of Kasai for a moment because this felt like more than just sex. Kaiser, Benjin, Markel, all wanted sex. Fink wanted something a bit more. He reminded me of Kasai because that same silly gleam I always saw in the hawk’s eyes was there now, staring at me behind hungry canine eyes. I almost thought he was going to say something but he kissed me instead. 

I expected the same starving tongue but was almost shocked to receive a slower, gentler, more thorough kiss. His tongue found mine, wrestled with it, and disappeared. For some reason mine followed and then I was in his mouth, wrestling his tongue but never trying to win. This game of tongue tag seemed to go on and on. The whole time we barely moved except to press closer and closer together, our hearts thumping in our chests though mine seemed to pound against my skull. Our cocks pressed together; Fink’s knotted leviathan and my curved taper, a rather odd pair, but when he straddled my legs and held me closer they seemed to combine perfectly.

Luckily Fink was rather short for his species. Not as a blue Shepard, but as a canine. He was probably only a few inches taller than me. It made this whole thing possible. With an arm wrapped around my neck and both knees digging into the dirt, he was able to work both our sexes between our pressed bodies. I had never really kissed anyone like this before. Sure I had stolen one here and there as a bully. But this was a different kiss, this was a ‘Kasai’ kind of kiss, and Fink was the last furson on earth that I would have ever thought I’d been sharing one with.

Our noses made the most noise as we struggled to breathe; not wanting to pull our mouths apart. It was pretty easy to read Fink, he was such a simple guy, and when it came to kissing him, it was easy to tell just how much he was enjoying it. I had said that being able to read a mind was impossible, but somehow, Fink’s was wide open. Thinking I was cute was still a bewildering thought but I knew that his statement was whole-heartedly true. So when his thinner hips began to grind his cock into my belly I knew it was because he thought it was hot. If I could have smiled I would have.

My cock wasn’t faring so bad either. The thick knot was making quick work of an impending orgasm. Pressing against my tapper like a mortar and pestle, I felt the build-up beginning. My paws were rather unnecessary, but trusting Fink’s arm around my neck I took one paw from the dirt. Rubbing the soil off on my nearby pants, it found its way to Fink’s side where it ran the length from his bended knee, up his thigh, passed his waist, and along the side of his torso where I held on to him while we approached climax together.

Fink’s lips left mine but only to linger; sucking in the dark warm air around us. His tongue was hanging out his mouth again but he smiled and licked my nose like a mother would her pup. I’d have returned the gesture but he grabbed up both of our slimy cocks in his free paw, mine dwarfed in comparison, and began to stroke them together. I couldn’t help the sudden moan that escaped my lips. Fink held me closer and kissed me again but I’m sure anyone passing by could have heard.

“Shhh.” He said with a giggle as he stroked faster. I still couldn’t smile or laugh. My cock had seen too much excitement in the past twenty four hours and it had become too sensitive. The way his padded fingers would run along the smooth upper curved side and slide off the tip every time before they would reverse and slide down was prime cause for my scrunched up face and stifled moans. I’m also pretty sure my pre was providing most of the lubrication because Fink’s was just pelting me in the stomach every three seconds with his. It was amazing how much a canine could pre. “I’m gonna cum soon.”

He whispered it in my ear almost as if he were asking me if he could. I had been doing all I could not to cum since he started touching me. He pulled me even closer; his paw and our cocks squeezed tightly between his stomach and my belly, but without any trouble, still managed to work them in such a way. It was the most unusual thing I ever witnessed. Through one open but squinted eye I watched Fink’s face contort in orgasm; tongue still dangling out his muzzle. He was a boy who I have never really thought of sexually before until now. Even the time by the Dunkin Donuts just seemed like a kid willing to do anything for a pastry, much as I needed to smoke with TK the other day. But now, Fink was panting, quivering, and to my surprise let out an equally loud puppy dog moan as his cock erupted a thick creamy load onto my belly.

To silence himself he pressed his face onto mine but in his haste and my surprise knocked me over onto my back. He came with me, still shaking, still coming; hips thrusting with primal instinct. I just held on to his furry back as our sexes were sandwiched. The world seemed to go silent as pressure on my poor cock was enough to let loose a healthy gob of jizz that pooled in that area under my belly while Fink loaded up my belly button.

We just kissed then, His muzzle and my pointed nose making it as awkward as most cross species kisses were. It was sideways, sloppy, and adolescently inexperienced, but it was ours. The location made it punk rock, our surroundings made it risky, our gender made it taboo and our age made it inappropriate. It was everything I could have wanted. I didn’t have a care in the world then. For that brief moment I didn’t think about Kasai or his father, my mother or my uncle. It was only Fink and I in that bush and whoever might be looking in.

The sounds returned slowly and the heat pressed in again. I was sweaty and dirty; my quills sticking into the damp earth. The thought of a shower was nice but I tried not to hope for such a luxury when Fink only got the chance once a week and from the smell of him he wasn’t quite ready for one.

As our kisses slowed and Fink rose off my body a bit; paw still wrapped firmly around his throbbing cock, I realized just how slimy my middle had become. The blue Sheppard looked down at our mess and grinned like a fool. “I won’t so soft for a few minutes, but if you wanna get dressed you can.”

He rolled off me only to lay beside me, paw under his head, one leg crossing over one of mine; cock still hard and long enough to rest on my thigh. Mine was already softening, wanting to hide away from all the abuse I’ve put it through recently. Fink watched rather interested as it retracted into its sheath. “I wish mine could go down that quickly.” He said staring down at his own. He hefted the huge piece of meat and slapped my leg playfully with it. The knot didn’t look ready to soften in the least bit. “I’d be able to jerk off more. I always have to do it when I have a lot of free time. That’s why I like this bush. No one can see me or find me here.”

I could feel the cum beginning to dry in my fur and I peered down over my girth to see for the first time just how much there was. My belly looked like someone had intended to make macaroni art without the macaroni. It even felt like glue. Fink seemed to notice my dilemma and sat up.

 “I’ll clean ya up.” He said without hesitation. For a moment I thought he was about to reach for my shirt to clean me off but rummaged around inside his vest pocket and pulled out a tiny magnetic folding pipe already packed with fresh green Chronic. He smiled and handed me the pipe and a lighter before diving down into my crotch nose first. I was too stunned to do anything but watch as his tongue made quick work of the mess. He started with the thick pool of my own jizz before attacking the thinner but plentiful canine seed. His attention to detail was making my cock swell again but it never breached its sheath. It was done playing games for a while. 

Sitting up, I finally lit the bowl and breathed in deep as he began licking places that weren’t even dirty, like my nipples and my neck. He would just pause, look at me a moment, smile and kiss me. I blew smoke in his mouth and he shot gunned it. We laughed at that. I could smile now that I was getting more and more stoned. Fink’s grins were all too contagious; I passed him the pipe, let him toke a lungful before I’d grab his ever-hard cock just to watch him flinch, cough, and smile. By the time we went through two more bowls of a small amount of reserve he had in his vest we were laughing, grabbing at each other, and kissing again.

“I don’t I never told you how cute you were until now.” Fink spoke with a rather sad grin. I folded up his pipe and handed it back to him. He took it and replaced it back into his vest which he slung over his shoulders but remained naked from the waist down. “I guess I’ve always had Mara. She’s moving back in with her parents. They don’t like me.”

“I like you.” I said and almost couldn’t believe the words I had said. It shouldn’t have shown on my face but I felt it resonate deep inside me. I had never said those words to anyone before, not even as a joke or as a lie. I wasn’t even sure why I said them now. Sure I liked Fink as a friend. I had known him since the first day of middle school. But until now I had never thought of him in such a way. I had heard a lot of furs in movies talk about true love and love at first sight. I still believed that was bullshit, but here I was, with another punk rocker; smoking, kissing, jerking off.

Fink looked at me then face almost too blank to read. His eyes looked straight into mine and it almost seemed like he wanted to say more. He hesitated, maybe on the verge of kissing me again or something sillier, but he shook his head instead and smiled.

“Shut up dude.” He spoke softly and nudged me with his elbow before brushing off some dirt stuck to the quills around the nape of my neck. I remembered that panther boy in the park and how I never let anyone touch my quills. “You need a dye job, dude. Is this green or vomit yellow?”

‘Was this how Kasai felt sometimes?’ Fink obviously felt something for me as did I for him but Mara was still rooted in his brain. Somehow I felt obliged to fix that somehow whether it was to my benefit or not. Kasai had a boyfriend now, why couldn’t I? It was the strangest thought I had had all morning but instead of trying to flush it away like I normally did with foreign thoughts I figured I’d try and embrace it.

“If you don’t do something with your quills soon I’ll…” I pressed my mouth onto Fink’s muzzle again, shutting his words behind his canine lips. There was no tongue sucking this time, I only held my nose to his with my paw on his bare thigh but it brought his hazy eyes open and got the point across. When I pulled away he smiled. I would have pulled him back into another one but…

“I’ve got a great Idea if you can find someone to buy us booze.” Fink said with a smile while grabbing up his denim cut-offs from the dirt. I decided it was past time to get dressed too but quickly flashed the hundred I had stashed in my jacket. “Where did you get that?”

“Did a guy a favor.” I shrugged and grinned toothily.

“I bet you did you dirty slut.” He spoke flatly but I could hear the affection behind the raunchy words. “You’re a damn good cock sucker.”

My face burned red and I felt all flustered inside. I would have punched anyone else, but I liked when he talked to me that way. I also couldn’t help but watch his balls sway back and forth as he worked his legs into his jeans. To my mild disappointment my bottom was now caked with damp dirt. I had to use my new pair of underwear to scrub off my butt before pulling on my pants. Hunched over, I abandoned my boxer briefs as the canine and I emerged into daylight; Fink still buttoning up his shorts. An older couple; two foxes, frowned as they spotted us and made a point to step wide as they passed by. We chuckled to ourselves and started up the sidewalk squinting at the sight of the harsh, sunlit, world.

“So what’s this great idea?” I asked fixing my leathers; I realized I had lost another silver stud, one along my left arm; tis the life of a punk rocker.

“Just follow me, there is a liquor store on the way too, I think I know someone who can get us booze if they’re around.” He said with a raised brow and a gleam in his eye. We took off along the left side of the street, heading south but quickly crossed the street to keep in the shade of the buildings; the sun just slightly west but still ever brutal. “Ever been to Evergreen Lawns?”

“I don’t think I even know what that is.” I said truthfully dodging a car that nearly hit me but was going way to slow to have even done any damage. The driver honked his horn angrily regardless. “It sounds like a mortuary. There are a lot of them around here.”

“It’s a golf course, silly.” Fink replied with a chuckle, giving the driver his middle finger. “Lots of rich folks. They have a pool too.”

Fink walked close to my side for a time, his paws in the pockets of his vest while his elbows would brush against mine. Fur’s seemed to part as we walked by, giving us a wide girth but I would smile every time I felt his tail brush against the underside of my quills and a few glances revealed an equally toothy canine grin. There were furs around us holding paws, the old fox couple included, and as scary as the thought was, I almost wanted to reach out and hook my arm with his, but instead I asked:

“What are we going to do there?” I asked him, already having a hunch. Fink just looked at me and dug inside his inner vest pocket for a moment before his paw emerged gripped around a pair of wire cutters. His grin turned quite devilish then.


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I took another swig from the handle while Fink cut the chain links in the fence, the burn of cheap whiskey making me shiver but smile as I whipped my chin with the sleeve of my jacket. Adrian took the bottle back from my out stretched paw and chugged a healthy gulp before replacing the cap and stashing it back in his pack. I had only met the raggedy ferret once before, him being a seventeen year old high school drop, but he had a fake ID and an appearance that made him look twenty-five. Getting the booze wasn’t hard, but Fink seemed to be having trouble with the fence.

“They must have recently replaced this fence,” He grunted squeezing hard on the cutters until the single link finally snapped. He had finally made a hole large enough for him or Adrian to slip under, but if he wanted me to follow he needed to get a few more links cut before my fat ass would make it through. “It’s also taller, and that barbed wire is new. Honestly, who do they think they’re keeping out? Convicts?”

“Soon to be convicts, maybe!” Adrian murmured, lazily. He wore a sleeveless black shirt nearly turned brown with a peace sign of thorns in cracked white. His fur was matted and his eyes never opened much wider than slits but he was fairly decent guy despite his appearance. “Never broke into a country club before, not an open one anyways. There was an old abandoned one that had a good lake for fishing way in the back, use to go there with my pop a long time ago; always said we weren’t up to no-good so trespassing was okay.”

His earlier comment made my stomach flip but also caused an excitement to boil, making me ever antsy, if not eager, to be through the fence. My paw reached into the inner pocket of my jacket and felt the pint of whiskey in my jacket pocket. I also knew that Fink had lifted a can of black spray paint from the hardware store around the corner. We had no definite plans, but mischief was an unspoken certainty.

It was an amazing thought; if we were to head back around the old apartments behind us and make a right, we would be back on the main strip again. I had seen this fenced off property before, surrounded my tamarisk trees, but never thought about what it was. They provided ample protection from the sun and from prying eyes.

“If they can catch me that is.” Fink grunted as he cut through another link. Then he looked back at me and grinned sympathetically as if remembering that I was a chubby kid with short legs. “Don’t worry; I would distract them so you could get away, too. I’m pretty fast.”

“Psh, I don’t need help.” I returned indignantly leaning against a bark covered tree trunk as I crossed my arms. I didn’t notice the paw on my pant legs and when Fink pulled me forward I almost fell over him head first but he caught me, paws pressing into my belly. He smiled, and looked up at my pouty face with his ears all pointy. I turned my head away, but when I did he kissed me on the cheek. That was unexpected. Adrian just rolled his eyes and coughed.

“You two gonna get married now?” He asked as he absentmindedly fiddled with a pipe he had pulled from his pants pocket. The question made me blush and Fink only grinned and returned to cutting the last link in the fence. “I think I’m gonna stay here. Keep a look out.”

I knew he really just wanted to stay and get high. That was fine with me. It meant more time alone with Fink, and two furs are a lot less likely to get caught than three. I shrugged and shifted towards the blue Shepard until I could faintly feel his tail against my crotch as it swished behind him. I smiled down at him before gazing through the fence and up the hill of grass towards the grandeur of a large white building at the top. It felt bearable in the shade but I could feel the heat radiating off the green green grass. Tons of water must be wasted daily to keep the lawns so green and alive. 

‘Money always gets you what you want.’ The words rang through my head as the final link snapped between the bolt-cutters and as Fink scrambled through the hole he had made I followed trying to eradicate the words my Uncle always used to say. He had bought me so many things in the beginning; new toys, new clothes and food that contributed to my unhealthy eating habits today. Suddenly everything I saw around me made me think of my uncle and his two-faced gifts. The green money like grass, the white-lies of the building, the sand traps of deceit, the water hazards of choking death just like every time he had pressed his body on top of mine. 

We started up the hill. I had suddenly wished I had had water instead of whiskey but the buzz pushed me on and the leather on my back shielded me from the oppressive sun. Fink made easy work of the hill and I stumbled along the best I could, my foot-paws threatening to send me back down the hill as they slipped in the wet, warm, grass. The white building grew, looming over us as we approached and I quickly realized it was a club house of some sort and I could faintly hear the splashing of water and the sounds of fursons enjoying a summer day in luxury. 

At the top we found a hedge fence that wasn’t visible from down below that ran along the peak of the hill towards the green of a golf course. It was then that I noticed the golf cart sitting unattended by the flag of the third hole. I nudged Fink who stood beside me with his paws on his hips as he surveyed the wide open area. The gnats flying around his muzzle didn’t seem to bother him at all and when he saw what I pointed out he grinned devilishly. He grabbed my paw and led the way. I simply smiled down at our paws and followed.

It was mid-day and no one wanted to be out in the sun if they didn’t have to. The coast was clear as we sneaked our way pass the edge of the hedge then across the close-cut grass to where the golf cart was parked. Fink was thrilled that the keys were in the ignition and I was simply happy to be out of the direct rays of the sun.

“Care for a joy ride?” Fink asked and turned the keys over knowing I already did. The little cart lurched forward and off down the hill we went. The warm air felt oddly good as we shot across the green as it opened up into a fur-made valley. At the fourth hole we stopped and hopped out. Fink pulled his can of spray paint out of his vest and shook the can good before popping off the top. “If we tagged a building they would have it painted within an hour. However, this grass is specially grown and cut for golf and it will have to be either left alone to grow out and re-cut or complexly dug out and re-planted. Either way, it will cost them more money than if we wrote a few things on the walls.”

With a quick mischievous smile he began spraying thick lines with fancy arcs and waves, side stepping and hopping as he went. I kept a close eye on the surrounding area but found the whole wide green deserted and void of furs except for us. When Fink was finished he stepped back and admired his handy work. It took me a second to make out what it said. I had to step to the side and turn my head ever so before I made out the words ‘Dead Finks Don’t Talk’. 

“It was the name of this song my dad used to play a lot when I was younger.” Fink spoke flatly but I could tell he was proud of it. “He said I was named after it, which is kind weird because the song it about someone who was kind of a shitty to someone else. I started signing it after Mara and I had our first fight and it just sorta stuck.”

“Seems right to me.” I said. Fink turned to me then and smiled, looking strangely into my eyes. He normally never showed much expression on his face but I thought I saw something then. I wasn’t sure what until he leaned in and kissed me hard on the lips. My arms went limp as his tongue tied with mine and his paws on my waist kept me standing. When he finally pulled ever slightly away he chuckled to himself with his eyes closed, yellow teeth showing as he smiled. I found the strength to ask: “What?”

“Oh nothing.” He said and turned back to the golf cart. I watched him hop in while he pressed on a notable boner in his shorts that was quickly darkening with pre-cum. I didn’t move until he looked back at me and waved. “I guess I just like ya too. Now come on! I wanna go check out that pool party.”

We took the long way of course, for better security; driving around near the edge of the trees where the cicadas could be heard buzzing their mating calls. An unusually cool breeze picked up at our backs as we bounced along and I noticed myself inching closer and closer to where Fink sat next to me. He went on talking about food and cannon balls and I oddly found myself thinking about his flat but pleasant voice and the way he would grin whenever he would look over at me. I felt like a fag, but then again, I was one. I guess I couldn’t help feeling weird around him. And the fact that he said he liked me made me feel things I never thought I ever would.

“What’s your dad like?” I blurted out.

Fink hesitated a second, obviously a little thrown off by the question. His face squinted a bit, then he rolled his eyes before laughing out loud. 

“He’s a bit of a mess really.” Fink spoke as if reminiscing of someone he used to know. I knew very well that he probably saw more of his father and actually interacted with him more than I did with my own. But I was curious as to what his opinion of him was. The golf cart bounced over a sudden dip and the blue Shepard swerved to avoid a sudden lake that appeared to our left. “When he’s not at work he sits at home at watches porn with a bottle of Jack Daniels hiding his constant erection. If it wasn’t for my mother’s constant absence with work I’m pretty sure I would have a lot more siblings. She’s admitted to finding him rather repulsive these days”

“You have brothers and sisters?” I asked sounding surprised, never knowing he had siblings. Then again, I’ve learned more about Fink in the last six hours than I have the whole three years I’ve known him.

“Two older sisters who are in collage and a brother who’s ten.” He said with a shrug. “You don’t have any, do you?”

“Brothers or sisters?” I asked with a slight laugh. It made me think about what my life would have been like if I had an older brother or a younger sister. “No. All alone.”

“But your dad seems cool.” Fink spoke. “Was it just me or was he checking me out? I’m pretty sure he was watching me when I rubbed my dick.”

“I don’t know.” I said as my previous wonders were confirmed. “There’s a lot about my dad I don’t know. Or at least I didn’t know until recently.”

My father’s past still seemed too good to be true. The fact that we was a rebellious punk at my age seemed rather unlikely, but that photograph had been proof enough.

“He like boys like you?” He asked like you would a simple question.

“How would I know?” I said feeling kind of queasy all of a sudden. I couldn’t just say that I knew my dad could take it up the ass because then I would have to tell him the reason. And that would bring Markel into the story. I couldn’t even bring myself to tell Kasai about that. Dispite my nausea the boner awakening in my jeans said that I should tell him. I knew Fink noticed it because he grabbed at his crotch but his constant grin could have been for any reason in the world. “Why do you ask?””

“My dad says he straight but he’s always watching bisexual porn.” Fink went on as drove on casually. I could see the big white club house coming into view as he rounded a line of trees, the faintest glimmer of pool water could be seen from this distance and Fink pointed it out with the eagerness of a little pup. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this. You might think it’s gross but I used to go swimming with him when I was little and we never wore bathing suits. I didn’t think anything of it then but he would always have a hard on while we would play in the pool. I thought maybe he was, ya know, a pedophile, but he never did anything to me. I found out more recently that he’s just a horny bastard and is almost always hard. But then again so am I. Like father like son. That’s why I asked.”

I was poised to mention Markel, his relationship to with my father and the things that happened to me when I was eight. I figured that he would probably understand despite the. I even opened my mouth and was about to speak but instead I swallowed hard in my throat all the things I wanted to say. Too long of an explanation would have ensued and it was way too hot to be talking about that kind of shit. If Fink felt the uneasiness, I wasn’t sure, but the approach of the hedge fence was and excuse for a topic change. 

The golf cart came to a halt and Fink was about to jump out but I grabbed him by the neck and pulled him to me. My tongue dug into his mouth this time while my paw found the wet lump in his jeans. I stroked along the trapped shaft of his sheath and caressed his balls while he practically did the same to me.

“I like you too, Fink, a lot.” I confessed short of breath as my paw came to rest on his belly. “I feel silly saying it because I’ve never felt this way about someone before. I feel even more stupid for admitting it. But it’s true.”

He only smiled and that’s really all I wanted him to do. We sat there, parked beside the hedge kissing and smiling and saying silly things to each other until it was obvious that our hard-on wouldn’t go away. Fink was about to get down on his knees in the golf cart when I spotted a few furs emerge from the other side of the hedge. Luckily they were far enough way that they didn’t notice us. But it reminded us both that we weren’t out on the green any more.

“I bet you we can go steal a bathing suit somewhere.” Fink said looking a little regretfully at my bulge. “There’s a changing room on the other side of the pool, directly on the other side of the hedge.”

“Wait, how do you know?” I asked as I tried to rearrange my junk inside my pants. “Have you been here before?”

“Not in a long time.” He spoke looking towards where the furs had emerged and were now heading into the club house further down. “My mother used to bring me here. She used to meet up with some friends from work and I would go swimming while they ate. I actually got my mom banned because I would pee in the pool.”

“But all kids do that.” I said holding back giggles

“Well, I would purposefully stand on the edge, pull my shorts down, and pee in.” He chuckled in nostalgia while making and arch with his paw to emphasize the ‘steam line’. “Got a little girl right in the eye; the parents wanted to call the cops.”

“Holy fuck dude!” I said unable to keep myself from laughing outright.

“I promise not to pee on you though.” Fink said and hopped out of the cart; boner still painfully obvious, and held out his paw for me to grab hold. “Come on, let’s go take a dip!”

We snuck around to the far edge of the hedge until we came across a slightly withered portion where we were able to get down on all fours and crawl through the bush. Poking our heads out ever so slightly, I noticed that we were close to the changing rooms. There was an attendant on duty, a rather bored looking fox in a white suit who stood at the far end of the pool under a large tan umbrella. 

“He’s not looking.” Fink whispered unnecessarily. It didn’t seem as rambunctious as it had earlier but there were still children splashing in the shallows and adults who were sunbathing in deck chairs near the water’s edge but more and more furs were drying off and heading towards the club house for a late lunch. “If we’re quick we can slip into the changing room without him noticing. Ready?”

I nodded and blushed hard when I felt Fink pinch my butt. 

“Now!” He hissed in my ear and we both scurried out as the fox attendant busied himself with folding fresh towels. No one noticed as we dipped into the changing room and upon entering we found it deserted. “Perfect!”

Fink crossed over to a bench in front of a row of tan lockers and began to take his clothes off. I started about the rather clean looking facility; the tiled walls, the clean bathroom stalls, the showers with slightly dripping faucets and felt my semi hard on regain consciousness as I thought about how hot it would be to fuck in a place like this, with the possibility of being discovered by a little boy or his protective father. Which brought me to the thought of fucking Fink. I wasn’t sure if he had even done it before or if he would even consider it. Then the thought of Fink fucking me entered my mind. I had almost tried for Kasai, and let a dragon poke his tip in, but not since I was eight had I had anything of significance in there.

“You gonna take your clothes off?” He asked when he saw me still standing here.

“What are we gonna change into?” I asked looking around. There weren’t any clothes laying around or anything available for frequenters of this country club. Fink only smiled as he let his shorts fall to the ground, letting his swollen but sheathed cock flop loose. I smiled and licked my lips.

“Leave that to me, handsome.” He said digging his bolt cutters out of his discarded vest. He picked one of the locked lockers and quickly made useless the padlock. Inside he found a duffle bag with an array of clothes. “Here, these look like they’re your size.”

He tossed me a strange pair of short shorts that looked rather similar to briefs but were missing that hole you pee out of. They were tan with peach and green stripes and at first I looked at Fink with a raised eye brow. But I knew my cheeks were red because I was still blushing from him calling me handsome.

“What?” He asked. “Too revealing? They’re all gonna be jealous. I already am.”

I just shook my head and shucked off my heavy leather jacket from my shoulders. Fink fished around for something to wear but he had to break into another locker before he found shorts his size. I stripped and when I was about to step into the silly shorts Fink whistled a cat call as he pulled up the red and white hemmed swim shorts he had found. The shorts I pulled up to my belly barely covered my butt and only went an inch or two down my legs, as for my boner, I couldn’t arrange it in such a way that looked inconspicuous. Already it was dampening the fabric, not that it would matter once we got in the water. 

“How do mine look?” Fink asked standing back so I could size him up. I almost laughed as I rubbed my paw against my hard-on. Fink’s knot was semi-formed and the tip of his cock was sticking out the bottom leg, drooling pre-cum. “I think it contours my cock really well!”

“You look hot.” I said honestly. I wanted to drop to my knees right then and milk the cum from the teenage canine, but I think we knew there was plenty of time to do that later.

“So do you! Your butt looks really good in them.” He said, tossing the bag back into the locker he had found it in. We stuffed our clothes into one of the empty ones and before I could turn around he grabbed hold of my arm and brought me close to him. Regardless of our different species we were really close to the same height. Of course my green quills stuck up a little bit higher than Fink’s ratty head fur but his nose touched my nose without having to bend over. He flashed his usual smile before kissing me.

“Lead the way.” He spoke and handed me his paw. I hesitated. Thinking of the furs outside and the thoughts they might think. I realized I didn’t care anymore, not when I was around Fink. I knew that I wanted this, this new found happiness. I wanted to take Fink’s paw, and I did. With silly grins painting our faces and our fingers intertwined we dashed out into the summer sun; bellies bouncing, cocks dripping and jumped feet first into the cooling depths of the deep end.
