Burdens [Furry BxB]

Chapter 33 - Reflect

The fox's return home did not take very long. He knew where it was for the most part, but he checked the GPS on his phone just to make sure.

His house was empty still. His parents apparently were working that Sunday, though most weekends they did not. Either that or they decided to take a trip somewhere since they knew he would not be home and it gave them the opportunity to spend time together. Either way, he would spend whatever time he did have alone, which was essentially what he wanted.

He thought about it for a moment. Was it really what he wanted? Ever since he had left the wolf's house, he felt there was something missing. He checked his belongings, and it was not anything material it seemed, but he double-checked and checked again. Everything was in order. His pockets had what they needed in them, his bag was full, and his clothes were still on.

He sighed and returned to his room. He woke his computer up and noticed he had a few messages. He checked them idly and deemed them unimportant; just a few others saying hello and goodbye. He checked his phone after plugging it into the charger. No messages or missed calls.

He sat in his chair and stared at the computer screen for a moment. He was not really focusing on anything in particular but was wrapped in his thoughts.

He sniffed his shirt and he could still smell the wolf on him. It seemed that most of his belongings smelled of the wolf, and he could hardly evade it. He wanted to let the scent linger in his nose. It calmed him, it excited him. Something about it, he was not sure.

He knew he had to grab a shower, though. The day had not been all that warm, but the walk home seemed a little rushed for him, and he thought he smelled a bit from whatever exertion he had done.

He stood up, went to his drawers, and rummaged through his clothes. He had run out of clean clothes from the visit. He picked out a few and his thoughts began to wander, remembering when the wolf had done the exact same thing. He laid them on the bed as the wolf had done. It was at that moment, he remembers, that the wolf disrobed, and he had seen much more than he had hoped to see.

Even with the towel on, the fox had blushed for another male like he never thought he would. His own body had expressed his latent desires in a fashion he had tried so desperately to hide. It seemed so out of the ordinary that originally he had been caught off guard, but he was beginning to accept that it had indeed happened. Still, he did not want to accept the reason for it happening.

He wanted to believe that he was a normal fox and that he would one day mate with a vixen somewhere, have a few children, or even one would suffice. He did not really care, he just wanted to have the life that everyone else had, not what the prior events were suggesting. It was not that he was no longer interested in that life, or the vixen at school, but something about Hunter seemed to evoke a stronger feeling.

He remembered Hunter without the towel, as well. He seemed so innocent to the fox, though, in that he was so shy and self-conscious for such an absurd reason. If he had just a little confidence in himself, he would have to beat away all the females that would be after him. The fox believed that perhaps he could bring that part of the wolf out, and when the wolf found a girlfriend, they would be around each other less, and as a result, he would feel this way less.

Though, when he thought about how large the wolf appeared to be, he wondered if any female could actually handle it. He laughed to himself, and he knew that the notion was fallacious, but he still took joy in its inanity.

Curiosity struck him. He had seen that the wolf's coverings were large, that being the sheath, but he had no idea how large it actually was. It looked full to him, and he only really had his own to compare it to. If the size was related to testicles, then he figured it was very sizeable, as the wolf's pair were also quite large.

He began to remove his clothes and placed them to the side. He looked down and saw a bit of red, a reaction from having thought of the wolf's privates. He had no need to feel embarrassed in his own room, yet he blushed, almost as if he thought the wolf judged him on his current predicament. He decided to take care of it for now so that it would not bother him later.

He closed his eyes and reached down, pulling down his own sheath, freeing his member from its prison. He wrapped his paw around it and began to stroke it slowly. He let his mind wander, and tried to guide it elsewhere, but it always returned to Hunter.

His feelings were never as strong when he thought of other things as when he had the wolf in his mind. It felt as if everything amplified when he thought of him. He remembered the feeling of being held in the wolf's arms and imagined him in the nude. He wanted to feel the wolf's body pressed up against him, to feel everything about him, maybe even feel...

With the way his thoughts were headed, he did not last long. He ended up causing a mess on himself when he finished. He panted, his heart raced, and it was an orgasm of the like he had not had before. He opened his eyes again and looked down.

He looked at his own sheath and balls and member, then compared it mentally to what the wolf owned. He then grabbed a ruler and checked what he thought it might be. He came to the conclusion that it was at least ten or eleven inches, but he was unsure. Perhaps one day he would just have to check.

He chuckled to himself. He could only think and guess at the ideas, none of it was practical. The wolf would never agree to such a thing, the fox was sure of it.

He looked at the mess of his. There was the white substance he was familiar with. He usually just cleaned it off with some old clothes, or if it was before a shower, he would just shower it off. He looked at it and curiosity gripped him again. He took a paw and poked at it, and then licked his paw.

It was a bit salty and he was repulsed for a moment, but he tried to centre himself. He tried again.

He shrugged. He figured it was not all that bad. Perhaps the wolf tasted better, he thought. He smirked, such an absurd idea.

He went to take a shower. The idea never left him.