September Illustration: First.

Gavin felt a little awkward walking next to his teammate on their way to his apartment. He had a backpack slung over his shoulder, mindlessly fiddling with the straps and looking anywhere other than his foxy companion. He shouldn’t feel as nervous or self conscious as he was…

Earlier that day, he had approached the fox after their joint Physics II class, finding him leaning halfway back in his chair with his feet up on the lecture hall table, casually swiping around on his phone while holding a pen between his lips. He wore a vibrant orange and blue shirt with the neck cut so low, Gavin could see the top of the fox’s abs. Paired with a deep, almost black pair of purple jeans and his own exposed orange and brown fur, he looked the very image of a sunset come to life.

“H-hey, Berry…” Gavin opened with, giving the fox a small wave when his light grey eyes moved from the phone screen to the incoming border collie.

“What’s up, dude?” Berry greeted letting the pen drop from his muzzle to his lap uncaringly. 

“I- uh. Well, I hate to ask but, I need a favour…” Gavin said, sheepishly.

Berry raised his eyebrows and perked his ears inquisitively, but otherwise didn’t respond, so Gavin went on. “So… I guess there’s been some kind of issue on my floor in the dorm building I’m staying at… something about an outbreak of fleas- oh! But don't worry, I’m clean and I heard it was mostly on the other side of the floor from my room, but they’re clearing people out so they can bomb the floor and since that stuff’s pretty toxic I can’t stay there for a day or two and-… uh… well…”

Berry nods understandingly. “I gotcha. I mean, I’ve got a guest room and I don’t mind, but what about your parents? They won’t put you up for a few nights?”

“They would but, uh… I’d have to take a flight and miss the next few days of class since they-”

“Live on the other side of the country. Right.” Berry finishes. “Forgot you were an east-coast boy.” 

“I was going to ask someone else but… Devon’s on the same floor as I am, and he’s been staying with his boyfriend anyways… Nirtous is, uhm… hard to talk to… Terry scares me-” Berry snorts out a laugh. “And Tyson is… well…”

“A total dickhead?” Berry offers.

Gavin guiltily nods. 

“No worries, man! Like I said; I’ve got the room and don’t mind. Don’t have anything going on anyways so it’s not like I’m sacrificing anything either.”

“Thank you.” Gavin says gratefully. “Wasn’t sure who else to ask other than Spencer.”

Berry hums knowingly. “You don’t wanna go to Spencer’s. He’s been staying at his folks place and he has like a billion siblings. Nice people, don’t get me wrong, but good luck getting any amount of sleep with the noise they make… and god forbid you tell a joke… the poor people of Siberia will hear them cackle…”

Gavin breathed a small chuckle, and immediately felt guilty for laughing at a friend behind his back…

~*~

Stepping into Berry’s apartment (more like penthouse), Gavin was surprised with the relative cleanliness of the abode. Not that he pictured Berry as a slob or anything; the fox always cleaned up nicely and seemed to have an air of class about him, Gavin just figured that it’d seem a bit more ‘lived in’ since the fox lived alone. But this looks more like the pictures you’d see of luxury apartments. Abstract sculptures that eluded Gavin’s understanding, modern furniture that looked more like squares and rectangles that you sit on, pristine white countertops and smooth black cupboards that looked impossible to open due to their lack of handles. Knowing Berry and how outgoing, chill, and friendly he is, Gavin pictured his place of living to have a bit more… personality.

“It’s my sister’s.” Berry said as if he could hear the collie's thoughts. “Well, it’s mine, but it’s technically my sister’s. She hates hotels so she stays here when she’s in town and asked me to stay here to ‘house-sit’ for her while she’s away. Bunch of bullshit though. She’s just the ‘big-sister-looking-out-for-her-little-brother’ type.”

Oh, right. Berry doesn’t talk about his family much, but Gavin thinks he remembers Berry mentioning that his sister is some kind of celebrity in South Korea. That explains the apparent “posh” atmosphere, though Gavin also know’s the fox isn’t hurting on money due to his own profession either. But it still didn’t explain the lack of personality.

“Make yourself comfortable.” Berry said, walking past the gawking dog toward a set of inclining rectangles jutting out of the wall that Gavin registered as stairs when the fox started walking up them. “There’s a bathroom to the right, food in the fridge, and the rooms are upstairs. I’m gonna take a shower.”

“T-Thank you!” Gavin called back, trying to make sure he mentally mapped out the layout as Berry clued him in.

While the fox showered, Gavin explored a little bit. The bathroom was about as normal as a bathroom could be in a place like this. There was indeed food in the fridge, though most of it seemed Korean in origin and Gavin couldn’t read most of the labels. When he climbed the stairs, he found himself in a sort of half-hallway with three doors in front of him, all closed. He heard running water coming from the one in the center, telling him that this must be the other bathroom where Berry was currently showering, so he walked over and tried the door on the left.

It swung open to reveal a pretty dark room, though once his eyes adjusted, Gavin saw where all the ‘personality’ in the apartment ended up. A giant queen-sized bed sat in the near center by the opposite wall, sheets and covers thrown about haphazardly. There were a few clothes on the floor, a pair of sweatpants, a tank top that looked like it was ripped in half horizontally, and… is that a pink thong? It’s Berry’s, of course it is.

There were a few posters on the wall, Gavin could barely make out an image of a large, muscular husky presenting his equally large member to the viewer. He also noticed what looked like a draconic dildo on a nightstand on the other side of the bed. Next to the bedroom door was a long dresser with a few more articles of clothing laid out on the top, a large television in the center, and a few other personals like a wallet, a watch and a few photo frames, and what looked like the controller to a game console, though Gavin didn’t see the system it was supposed to go to.

Not wanting to snoop in Berry’s bedroom any further, Gavin stepped back out of the room and gently closed the door, trying not to think about the husky posted on the wall and the slight effect it had on his lower regions.

The door on the other side of the hall opened to reveal a much more normal room. There was a large bed on the left wall, a dresser, a nightstand, a television, and a few photos which, inspecting them, revealed Berry’s family and photos of his sister posing with different people that didn’t seem related to them.

This must be his sister’s room when she’s home.

Upon realizing this, Gavin was immediately unsure about staying in Berry’s sister’s room, but reminded himself that she was likely back in South Korea and wasn’t going to be showing up anytime soon.

Gaven entered the room proper and set his backpack down beside the bed. The entire apartment was very nice, too nice, and Berry equally so for opening his doors to the stray dog. He hadn’t thought about it until now, but he needed to thank the fox somehow for being so nice… though what do you do for someone who already has seemingly everything? Gavin allowed himself to flop backwards onto the sheets as he pondered this 

Gavin didn’t consider himself much of a drinker; sure he had the occasional beer and a glass of whine here and there, but almost exclusively in social settings. But that night, when Berry ordered them a pizza and offered Gavin to try some soju, the collie thought a few sips would hurt to, if nothing else, help him be less awkward and loosen up. And it worked. The soju didn’t taste very good, but Gavin was far too polite to let that be known and probably drank a bit too much than was necessary. To his defense, the soju did start tasting less like… well, soju, the more he drank it. He found himself conversing much easier, and wasn’t so self conscious about his every word. Still coherent, but definitely buzzed.

Soon, Gavin found himself wrapped deep in conversation with the fox. He’s considered Berry a friend for a while now, but not particularly ‘close.’ The fox was usually attached at the hip with Devon and their chemistry was so strong Gavin felt he’d do nothing but dilute them with his presence, so getting to know the fox much better here revealed that they actually had more in common than he originally thought. 

Turns out Berry has pretty similar tastes in music as Gavin, and they spent a good hour swapping recommendations and playing small snippets of particular songs they really enjoyed. Berry was also much smarter than he let on, Gavin learned when they moved topics from music to school. Generally pretty competent in arithmetics and literature, but surprising Gavin a little when the fox navigated around a topic on philosophy and outright lost the dog when he started talking about quantum physics, imaginary numbers, and trying to explain the paradoxical differences between the varying sizes of countable infinities. 

Fortunately for Gavin, Berry seemed to notice the dog’s confusion and quickly jumped topics to the rest of the football team. They talked about their relationships with the other players, how Terry wasn’t as scary as he looks and acts, at least according to Berry, and how Alecksei’s mane seemed to change colour every other day and how it seems to stay the same colour for longer when they get more comments and compliments on it. They spent longer talking about Devon because, for one, he was the only other teammate Gavin really knew, and for another was Berry’s best friend. Gavin learned quite a bit about the Doberman that night. How he actually used to be a super skinny and scrawny kid with glasses far too big for his face before he went through a huge transformation in high school into the “cool guy” he is today. Or how Devon is actually a secret nerd for stuff like comic books, Pokémon, and D&D, and just uses his interest in cars and football (while still genuine) as a cover to keep up his image. And after a few more drinks on Berry’s end, revealed a few more ‘personal’ secrets. 

“We were each other’s “first”, ya know.” Berry said with a small laugh as he took another nibble from the half-eaten slice of pizza on his plate. 

“First?” Gavin asked around a bigger mouthful than Berry’s small bite.

Berry gave him a look and leaned back into the couch, pointedly spreading his legs out. “First.”

Gavin’s cheeks reddened a little. “Oh… how’d that happen?” He asked, and then immediately wondered why he asked that. Did he really want to know?

Berry shrugs. “Just kinda happened. We were like, I don’t know, fifteen or sixteen or something. Horny teens. I think I was spending the night at his place, we were awake far later than we should have been, and at some point, I noticed he was hard, and that got me hard. I reached out, he didn’t stop me. He reached back, I didn’t stop him.” Berry’s eyes go distant as he recalls the memory. “A week later we were sucking each off in the bathroom between classes and the rest’s been history.” He laughs.

“And you guys never like… got together?” Gavin asked, deciding for himself that he did want to know. “Romantically, I mean.”

Berry shakes his head. “Nah. Like I said, just horny teens exploring a bit. Besides, He’s had a crush on my sister for, like, ever. Pretty sure he was just fooling around with me at the time because I reminded him of her.”

Berry chuckled again, but this time, to Gavin, it felt a little more forced… though that could just be the alcohol.

“What about you?” Berry asked suddenly. “Have you had your first time yet, or have you been a good little Christian boy?”

Gavin subconsciously reached up to touch the cross necklace he wore as he thought about the question. If he were completely sober, the question would have sent him into a stuttering mess, but with a bit of liquid courage to calm his nerves, he thought about the question. 

“Kind of.” He answers slowly after a moment of deliberation. “I got a-… a handjob from a girl I met at this camp I went to when I was younger, but…” Gavin paused, contemplating if he was brave enough to reveal the somewhat embarrassing conclusion to the story. Berry, for his part, was just silent and waited patiently. 

Deciding that he’d likely never have the courage to share this with anyone without alcohol and will probably never get the opportunity to share this ever again, he continued. “I-uh… didn’t ‘finish’ and… well, she was upset…” He concluded. It wasn’t worth or necessary to share the more gruesome details… like how the girl went on to spread rumors of Gavin being a ‘fag’ the next day, or how he lost a few friends that week when the rumors got out of control, and especially not what happened with some of the other boys in the locker room… no one needed to know about that…

“I gotcha.” Berry said, pulling Gavin back to the present. “And nothing else since?” Gavin shook his head. “I take it you really didn’t enjoy it then.” Berry said, more of a statement than a question. 

Gavin shook his head again and took another swig of soju, the alcohol helping to wash away memories of the past. They sat in silence for a few moments, Gavin worrying he might have brought down the mood and was trying to think of a more lighthearted topic when Berry spoke up again. “Do you want to?”

Gavin tilted his head. “Want to what?”

Berry’s eyes flicked down to Gavin’s waist then back to his eyes. “Do ‘something’?” He said and scooted a little closer to the collie on the couch.

No amount of alcohol could have prepared him for that. Gavin’s face immediately turned red as he tried to look anywhere other than the fox next to him. “I don’t-… I-I mean I can’t just-… it isn’t-…”

Berry chuckled as he scooted a little closer. “Relax dude, there’s no pressure or anything. Just say ‘no’ if you don’t want to.” Another few inches closer. “You won’t hurt my feelings.” He was practically right next to Gavin. “I promise.” Their thighs touched and Gavin could hear his own heart beating in his ears. 

Importantly, outside of their thighs making contact, Berry never actually touched the dog without his say so. One arm was slung over the back of the couch, and the other on his own lap, and that was enough to tell Gavin that Berry would back off like he promised. He was merely making the first move and the ball was in Gavin’s court. 

A part of him wanted to say no, wanted to just go back to having fun conversations and being just friends… but…

The image of the muscular husky on Berry’s bedroom wall popped back into Gavin’s mind unbidden, though this time, instead of the husky presenting his member, he was replaced with Berry. Gavin noticed his pants were suddenly much tighter. 

And before Gavin knew it with his upstairs head, his downstairs one had already made the choice for him. 

~*~

“I’m serious, you know.” Berry said as he sat at the edge of his bed, completely naked while he leaned back on his hands and looked down to the border collie kneeling between his legs on the floor. “If you’re uncomfortable and want to stop…” He trailed off.

Gavin wasn’t really listening though, too occupied with the fuzzy pouch and two orbs hanging beneath it. He could smell Berry’s musk from here, though it was certainly hard to scent from around the cinnamon and apple of whatever shampoo the fox used in his shower earlier. Still, the effect was immediate. Gavin’s own maleness standing at full attention between his own legs.

Gulping and reaching out, Gavin gently cupped the fox’s balls and was surprised by their heft and heat. The creamy white fur was so soft, it felt like he was holding a pair of chicks that had just been sunbathing and he suddenly had the urge to lick them.

Movement distracted him from the thought when he noticed the fox’s sheath beginning to swell, and a moment later the soft pink of his member began to emerge. Riding his wave of hormones and curiosity, Gavin used his other hand to gingerly grip Berry’s sheath, giving it a few exploratory pumps and watching with wrapped attention as the fox’s cock grew faster and harder. 

Berry, for his part, was merely sitting back and enjoying the attention. He watched the dog’s heterochromatic eyes from tip to the growing knot under the skin of his sheath, down to his balls, then back up to his shaft again, taking in absolutely everything. He doubted Gavin noticed, but Berry saw his tail wagging lightly behind him and made the fox smirk. He’s like a puppy…

After a while, Berry was starting to feel like a touchable exhibit on display. Sure, the attention was nice and Gavin’s innocent curiosity was enough to get him nice and turned on, but too much more of this and he was going to get bored… So Berry decided to give his pup a bit of a nudge forward.

Reaching out, Gavin didn’t even notice Berry’s hand until it rested gently on his head and started lightly pulling him closer to the fox's crotch. Gavin seemed to understand the message, and after a moment of working up the courage, he opened his maw and took Berry inside of it. 

“Good boy~” Berry praised, getting another wag from Gavin.

He pet the dog’s ears as Gavin started to bob his head up and down on Berry. He felt a few teeth here and there, but no nicks and for his first time, Berry had to admit that the dog wasn’t half bad at cocksucking. Could definitely use some practice, but he decided Gavin was doing a good enough job that he might manage to get the fox off with a bit of effort. In the meantime though, Berry simply sat back and let Gavin experiment.

And experiment he did. Berry noticed that as time went on, Gavin got a little more adventurous. Before long, the dog started to use his long flat tongue to lap at Berry’s length in tandem with his head bobs while using one of his hands to occasionally squeeze his knot until it popped free of its pouch. His other hand never left Berry’s balls, rolling them in his palm and giving them occasional light tugs, eventually earning a reward in the form a spurt of pre on his tongue for his efforts. 

Berry moaned. “You sure you’ve never done this before?” He asked teasingly and to help build up the dog’s confidence a little. 

He couldn’t take more than half Berry’s length without gagging, showing inexperience, but he was working well with what he was capable of. Berry had to stop himself a few times from taking Gavin’s head in both hands and thrusting forward, having to remind himself that they were going at his pace, not Berry’s…

Still… The urge to pound the hell outta this cute lil dog was… prevalent.

Gavin, however, seemed to be having the time of his life, bobbing up and down on the fox’s lap and gratefully gulping down every little spurt of pre he took as small praises for his efforts. He felt his jaw starting to get sore, but was too enraptured with the ritual to stop.

That was until, all of the sudden, Berry put a hand on the dog’s forehead and stopped him in his tracks. Gavin couldn’t stop himself from letting out a small whine at the denial.

“Hold on a sec,” Berry said, pushing Gavin back onto his heels as the fox stood up from the bed. “C’mere.” He pulled the confused Gavin to his feet, standing so close that he could feel the fox’s wet member press between their stomachs, leaving a wet dick-shaped mark on Gavin’s shirt.

The sudden closeness caused another embarrassed blush from the collie, though he didn’t have more than a moment to contemplate it when Berry quickly wrapped his arms around Gavin, spinning them both in place before toppling over onto the bed, the suddenness making Gavin’s heart leap to his throat.

Chuckling at his own playfulness, Berry gets to his knees, leaving Gavin lying on his back on the sheets for a moment. He still didn’t understand what was happening or why, but promptly understood when Berry moved so that his knees were on either side of Gavin’s head, giving the a clear view of the fox’s swinging balls, throbbing cock, and ifull, bouncing ass as he moved into position.

Without a word, Berry fell to his hands and started licking at Gavin’s balls, nearly making him cum on the spot. He knew right away that Berry was far more skilled than himself, only further confirming this when Berry moved to swallow Gavin’s entire length in one go, gulping around his member and squeezing his knot with his lips.

Gavin was in heaven. This was way better than any handjob, and wondered why it’d taken this long to experience something so pleasurable… or it could just be the alcohol talking. Regardless, as Berry worked him over, Gavin could stop himself from allowing his hands to wander across the fox’s sculpted body as he whined and moaned at the attention his cock was receiving. His hands lingered on Berry’s shapely pecs, feeling the soft squish engulfing his fingers as Berry went down, only to feel the muscle harden under the incredibly soft fur when he lifted himself back up before repeating the motion. 

He was so lost in his own sensation, that when Berry’s cock poked his nose, he had nearly forgotten it was there. Berry dipped his hips low, grinding his cock into Gavin’s collarbone and dragging his balls across the dog’s nose. Picking up on the hint, Gavin waited for Berry to finish dry-humping his face before taking the fox’s waist in hand and guiding that big pink dick back into his open and eager mouth.