Party Bros




Tony twisted the rolling paper in his fingers, some of the weed crumbling out the sides onto the paper plate on the maned wolf’s desk. Satisfied he packed the cannabis tight enough, the wolf brought the joint to his open mouth and ran the paper across his tongue. The panda sitting on his bed a couple feet away folded his hands on his head and closed his eyes.

“How you feelin’, Jeff?” Tony said.

“Oooo, that kegstand got me fucked up,” Jeff said.

“Yeah? That was like 3 hours ago, dude.”

“I’m good. A good fucked up.” The panda leaned back onto the bed, outstretching his arms. It was already 3 a.m., and all the other partygoers had either gone back home or passed out. As they were talking Jeff could look through his friend’s bedroom door and see Tony’s roommate, Dereck, passed out on the couch in the living room. Jeff smiled at the image of the trashed dalmatian. After making sure Dereck was still breathing, they had proceeded to graffiti the dalmatian’s face, using the canine’s spots to draw dicks and write a “FUCK” on his forehead.

Tony lit the joint with his lucky Kum & Go lighter and brought it to his brown snout. He leaned back in his wheely swivel chair and inhaled the smoke, a skunky scent filling the air. After a long drag, the maned wolf held the lit marijuana cigarette between his middle and forefinger, and gestured it towards Jeff.

“Want some?” Tony asked, his voice muffled from holding the smoke in his lungs.

Jeff, still lying on Tony’s bed, shook his head. “Nah, I’m good dude. Still pretty drunk.” Jeff definitely was still intoxicated, but he was playing it up to get out of smoking. Being a sophomore in college the panda had been to plenty of parties, but still had a pretty low tolerance when it came to weed. It wasn’t something that he liked to admit to Tony, a party boy who never seemed to turn down a substance when it was offered to him.

Tony took another drag off the joint and put it in the cigarette butt-filled ashtray on his desk. He was feeling pretty drunk too, in fact probably had more to drink that night than Jeff, and as the pot started to hit he was getting a good crossfade going on.

“You see Anne tonight?” the maned wolf said after a couple seconds of stoned silence.

“Uh, yeah,” Jeff said.

“Dude, she’s so hot. I would give anything t’nut in her.”

“I didn’t know you liked giraffes,” Jeff said.

“Giraffe? What? Anne’s a hyena. There aren’t any giraffe chicks at this school, s’there?”

“I dunno.”

Tony took another drag of his joint. “You ever hook up with a giraffe before?”

“Nah, never.”

“Anne had some pretty cute friends here tonight. Who would you fuck?”

Jeff sat up on the bed. A powerful thought suddenly ran through his drunken mind. He stared at his flip-flops planted on Tony’s dirty carpet. Before he had the chance to chicken out he was already saying it.

“Actually, uh, I’m not into girls. I’m gay.” Even after a kegstand and several Fireball shots, he felt the shock of what he just said run through his body. He hesitated for a second, then looked over at his friend to gage his reaction. Tony had a decided “live and let live” attitude, but Tony wasn’t sure how he felt about gays. Would he be shocked? Grossed out? Accepting?

“Haha,” is all Tony said. The maned wolf’s bloodshot eyes were staring at the now-tiny joint in his fingers. The way that the wolf laughed sounded like he either didn’t hear or completely disregarded what Jeff said. Jeff realized his friend was decently stoned by this point, and they could probably get away with dropping the subject altogether. But feeling a residual surge of courage he decided to follow through.

“No, really. I’m gay.”

“You’re fucking with me,” Tony said.

“I’m not interested in chicks. I’ve only had sex with another guy before.”

Tony turned his squinty, red eyes at Jeff. “You’re gay? Fucking prove it.”

Jeff shrugged. Well, he asked, the panda thought. I’ve actually always wanted to do this...

Jeff sat up from the bed and stepped over to the maned wolf’s chair. He bent down and brought his face to Tony’s. Their lips touched and Jeff planted a kiss on the wolf’s mouth. Not just a peck, but a wet, sloppy kiss that left Tony completely shocked and frozen. The wolf tensed, not daring to move while Jeff momentarily worked his lips on the canine’s snout. A couple seconds later the panda brought his mouth away, a thin string of saliva still bridging their lips.

Tony was speechless. His mouth and eyes were both wide open, the maned wolf unable to comprehend what just happened.

“Told ya,” Jeff said, wiping the saliva from his lips. Tony tasted like cinnamon whisky and weed, which suddenly got Jeff very horny. When was the last time he had sex? The panda placed his hand on his friend’s knee and smiled wryly. “You’ve ever been... curious?”

Tony abruptly pushed his wheely chair back out of Jeff’s grasp, slamming into the desk behind. “What the fuck dude!” Tony shrieked.

Uh-oh, Jeff thought. Might’ve pushed it too far.

“You said ‘prove it!’ I mean, I dunno, I thought you were hinting at something.” Jeff suddenly felt very defensive, and realized he had just drunkenly made a stupid mistake.

“What? No! I’m not gay!” Tony said, violently scrubbing at his face with his sleeve as if he could wipe the memory of the kiss away from his mouth.

“Shit...” Jeff stood in the middle of Tony’s room, unsure what to do. He’d known the maned wolf for almost a year now, and always thought he was kind of cute. Knowing how free-spirited the wolf was and how much he liked to party, Jeff always wondered if he would had be down to mess around with another guy. But given the wolf’s reaction, apparently not. All at once he felt like a complete pervert. “I’m sorry dude.”

“You know, it’s—it’s okay. I just wasn’t expecting it. I didn’t know you were actually gay.” The maned wolf seemed to have calmed down, but still was shaking a little. “Wow. I mean... wow.”

Jeff shook his head and turned to the bedroom door. “I’m gonna go...” The panda walked across the messy bedroom toward the living room, feeling an incredible amount of guilt and embarrassment. No way they could ever be friends like before and hang out again after this. And Tony might tell other furs, and everyone at school would know and laugh at this failure of a night...

“Uh, wait. Hold on,” Jeff heard Tony say from behind him. The panda stopped in the doorway and turned around.

“What?”

The maned wolf glanced his eyes everywhere around his bedroom except where Jeff was standing. Tony sighed. “Let’s... do it.”

Jeff perked up, and the round black ears on his head swiveled. “Huh?”

“Let’s, you know, experiment, or whatever.”

Jeff squinted his eyes in suspicion. What he being fucked with? “Really? Seriously?”

“Yeah seriously. I’ve never done it before with another guy. Let’s... do it before I change my mind.”

A wave of happiness and relief washed over Jeff. Not only was Tony not angry, but they actually were going to hook up! This night is full of interesting turns.

“But, uh, close the door first.” Jeff eagerly nodded and closed the door, leaving the trashed, snoring dalmatian alone and totally unaware in the living room. Jeff strutted across the room, just barely able to contain his excitement. He walked in front of his friend, the stoned maned wolf looking nervously up from his wheely chair, not sure of what to do next. “Uh...”

“Here, sit on the bed,” Jeff suggested. Slow and hesitant, Tony got up from his chair and plopped down on his bed, the mattress springs squeaking. The maned wolf moved his brown, bushy tail into a more comfortable position, feeling more and more awkward with each passing second. Jeff was worried that Tony would chicken out any second.

“Uh, what now?”

“Now, I suck your cock.” Jeff kneeled down in front of Tony, head directly at the wolf’s crotch-level.

“Don’t say it like—” Tony gasped as the panda placed a black paw on his pants and gave the outline of his junk a gentle fondle. Jeff unbuttoned Tony’s jeans and brought the zipper down, the zipping sound loud in the otherwise suddenly tense and quiet room. Jeff sunk a couple fingers in the maned wolf’s boxer fly. When Jeff successfully found his target, Tony exhaled sharply and nervously swallowed with an audible gulp as the panda wrapped his fingers around his member.

His cock was completely flaccid when Jeff brought it out into the open. Jeff brought the palm of his paw up and down the soft pink penis, exploring his friend’s manhood with his fingertips. It felt so surreal to be face to face (well, face to dick) with his friend’s genitalia. Jeff wasn’t lying when he said he hooked up with another guy before. Back in high school he and a fox friend used to do hand and oral stuff every once in a while, but since the year and a half he’d started college Jeff hadn’t gotten laid once. He hadn’t even told anyone he was gay.

“Oh god...” Tony muttered. The panda’s paw was at first cold on his sensitive humanoid cock, but had quickly warmed up from the friction and blood flow. Jeff couldn’t tell if his friend was groaning out of embarrassment or arousal, but he didn’t care. He was having fun bringing the fingers of both his hands up and down Tony’s shaft, the dick still floppy in his paws. Even after at least a minute getting jerked off, the maned wolf still was barely any harder. Time to change up the pace.

Jeff opened his mouth and placed the flaccid cock in his maw. It was difficult to tell how big Tony would be when erect, but guessing by soft dick slowly filling with blood and gaining form in his mouth, Jeff estimated no more than half a foot. Not massive, but still a decent size, and fun as fuck to play with. The inside of the panda’s mouth was dry and cottony from all the drinking that night, but the taste of texture of the penis literally made him salivate.

The panda worked his tongue along the half-erect shaft, running it inside the foreskin, under the nerve-filled head. Tony cried “Fuck...” and shuttered. Precum was gathering in the back of Jeff’s mouth, even though the canine was still only half-erect. By his facial expressions and how more and more the maned wolf was sweating, Jeff knew his friend was getting closer. This was one good thing about being gay, Jeff thought, that by having the same equipment as other guys you first-hand know what pleases them.

The panda pulled his mouth off the cock, a slightly bitter aftertaste of pre remaining. Still kneeling at the side of the bed, Jeff looked up at his friend. He smiled knowing that, though he was currently orally bottoming, he in that moment was the one in control of the situation.

“Gonna shoot soon?” Jeff teased, jerking the maned wolf’s wet member with his paws to keep his pleasure building. The panda grinned, enjoying seeing his friend, usually so cool and collected, writhing with embarrassment. “Huh? You gonna shoot in my mouth?”

“Dude, sh-shut up.”

After running the dick around his lips a couple times like a tube of chapstick, Jeff went back in on Tony’s cock. The maned wolf wasn’t far now. Jeff was in heaven, so happy that he might as well have been the one about to orgasm. The panda was always slightly socially awkward, not really feeling in his element at parties or with large groups of people. He was glad that he and a frat boy like Tony could bond over their mutual interest in video games, that for whatever reason Tony took a liking to Jeff enough that he started inviting him over to parties like this.

If only every one of our parties ended like this Jeff thought as he worked the cock farther and farther to the back of his mouth. All the drunken tiredness he felt minutes ago evaporated. He would have gladly sucked Tony’s dick all night if the maned wolf let him.

“Oh-oh, shit!”

Jeff’s fantasies about an all-night blowjob vanished when the first squirt of cum hit his tongue. The panda parted his lips and moved his tongue back to lap up the jizz as soon at it came out the hole. The funny thing was that even now when the maned wolf was orgasming, he was still only just a little harder than when Jeff started sucking minutes before. Even his cumshots were different to Jeff, not powerful ejaculations like his fox friend used to do back in high school, but almost just dribbles that filled the panda’s mouth with soft spurt spurts.

He swallowed eagerly, all the while Tony’s groans and grunts growing quieter. Jeff noticed that his friend didn’t put his hands on his head or buck his hips or anything to get himself into it. This apprehension for some reason made it all the sexier to Jeff. Maybe because it was the one thing that his crazy, devil-may-care friend was uncomfortable with. Or maybe messing around with supposedly straight guys was a new fetish Jeff discovered he liked.

Jeff gently sucked the remaining semen off Tony’s cock, using his lips to kind of squeegee the last bit of cum from the tip. He licked his lips and stood up, looking at the maned wolf in his amber eyes.

“Nice,” Jeff said as he put his paws on the sides of his gym shorts. With his fingers inside the elastic waist bands of both the shorts and his boxers, Jeff quickly began shimmying his pants down his legs.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Tony said, appalled.

“I’m getting my dick out so you can suck it.” Jeff stood right in front of Tony, his gym shorts and boxers on the ground around his ankles. His hard, twitching cock was inches away from Tony’s head, the maned wolf’s face with a look of fear, almost horror. Jeff’s dick was horizontal, pointing directly forward at Tony as if it were staring at him. Compared to Tony’s own rosy-pink cock, the panda’s was much darker, the skin from the balls to the shaft black.

“Fuck, do I have to?”

“Oh Jesus, Tony. I gave you a blowjob. C’mon...”

Tony sighed and shook his head, two, three times. He hesitantly opened his jaw and Jeff pushed his hips forward, bringing his dick to the canine’s lips. Even when just the maned wolf’s hot breath hit his cock, Jeff couldn’t help but shiver in pleasure. He pushed his dick farther into the wolf’s hot, moist maw, keeping it hovering inside the mouth, but not making contact quite yet.

He held it there, savoring the moment, then brought a paw under the hesitant maned wolf’s jaw to prompt the mouth closed. When Tony sandwiched the cock between his tongue and roof of his mouth, Jeff let out a groan as the stimulation hit. The contact with the wolf’s lips, tongue, saliva, even a few grazing teeth drove the him crazy. The panda put a paw behind his back, right above his stubby black tail. Tony closed his lips and was building up suction in his mouth, but was doing nothing to bob his head or move his tongue. Very slowly Jeff undulated his waste, pushing the dick in and out of the his friend’s face.

It was pretty obvious that Tony didn’t what he was doing, but Jeff knew that he wasn’t going to get the blowjob of a lifetime. It was Tony’s first time doing this, and Jeff counted himself lucky he was getting some in the first place. Tony started move his head staccato-ly in and out, sometimes even up and down on Jeff’s cock. The panda continued to rock on his feet, trying to push his hips a little more regularly compared to the maned wolf’s random head movements.

“Ah fuck dude...” Jeff mumbled as he found a rhythm. His friend didn’t seem to have a problem fitting his thicker-than-normal cock in his muzzle. Jeff was loving it. But he wanted a little more. “Play with my balls.”

Tony looked up, his mouth full of dick, and shook his head. “Mmmm-mmmm.”

“Fine then...” Jeff placed a black paw on his sack. “I will.” Using his right hand he gently tugged at his testicles, rubbing his fuzzy scrotum and kneading the black-furred skin between his fingers while Tony worked on the dick just a couple inches up. If someone walked in the bedroom at that moment, Jeff wouldn’t have cared less. The pleasure was quickly growing in his brain, a pressure in his balls building as he was getting ready to shoot.

Goosebumps, from the slight chill in the air now that he was bottomless as well as the electric sensations coursing through his dick, ran across the panda’s body, bristling his fur. With one paw on his Tony’s head and the other continuing to tug at his ballsack, Jeff stared forward at some marijuana-themed poster on his friend’s wall, eyes half closed in pleasure. His balls, usually hanging low, were pulling up into his groin. Every second and every amateur suckle of Tony’s tongue brought him closer to orgasm.

“I’m almost there, Tony... Get ready... ohhhhhh...”

Tony grunted, and just as the maned wolf pulled his mouth off the dick, Jeff came. Tony let out a exclamation of surprise when Jeff’s first ejaculation hit the maned wolf in the face, directly on his snout. Tony cursed, and Jeff grabbed his pulsating dick to milk it, his face tense and beat red. Jeff stroked himself, quickly squirting his loads onto the sitting canine’s face. Tony leaned to the side to try and get out of the path of the jizz projectiles, but it was too late. Most of the panda’s cum had already gotten onto Tony’s head or shirt, the the last few strokes just getting onto the bed and carpet.

As his intense orgasm started to decline, Jeff composed himself and chuckled. “Haha.” He let go of his slippery dick and put his paws on his hips, his pants and boxers still laying on his flip flops at his feet. “I bet you regret not swallowing it.”

“Shut...” Tony half-heartedly tried to quiet Jeff, but gave up halfway through. He didn’t care anymore. All that mattered now was that it was over. Jeff pulled up his gym shorts and plopped down on Tony’s wheely chair, letting out a luxurious satisfied sigh.

Tony picked a dirty shirt off the carpet and tried to clean the mess off his face. A minute of rubbing, then he threw the cummy shirt across the room, the red fur on his face still showing hints of being splattered with some fluid. After a few moments of silence Tony finally spoke.

“Ugh, god... never doing that again.”

“Oh yeah? Too bad, I thought it was awesome.”

“Yeah, this... this is definitely not my thing.”

“So I guess we won’t be making out then, huh?”

“Nope. I’m 100% not gay.” Tony leaned back on his bed, kicking his shoes off and reclining.

“Not even with my cock halfway down your throat?”

“Fuck off dude. Next time you get your cock near me I’ll cut it off.”

“Haha.”

Tony sighed. He was drained, and feeling pretty crossfaded. With his back on his mattress he closed his eyes, seconds later appearing as if he was totally unconscious. Half-asleep, Tony mumbled, “But I guess you really are then, huh? Gay?”

“Yeah dude.”

The bedroom, its air tinged with a musky, sweaty scent, became silent. As Jeff closed his eyes too and sunk further into the swivel chair he could hear his canine friend breathing with his mouth open. Now in an afterglow, and still drunk from all that night’s alcohol, Jeff suddenly felt exhausted. It was half past three in the morning, and biking home right then was the last thing he wanted to do. He felt so relaxed, one his best college friends not only knowing but actively accepting he was gay. As he felt his body get heavier in the seat he uttered one last sentence.

“Yeah. I really am.”