Name: Dark Fox of the F.L.F 2007-01-26 13:31
A Pleasant Surprise After Class (M/M/self suck)
Written by Spectrum Fox
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** WARNING! THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF A **
** SEXUAL NATURE. YOU MUST BE 18 YEARS OR OLDER TO READ **
** THIS STORY. IF THIS KIND OF STUFF BUGS YOU, DO NOT **
** READ. -- Spectrum Fox **
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Story, characters, and likelinesses are
(C) 1998,1999 Vulpine Arts Limited
All Rights Reserved
College biology was my favorite, for a couple of reasons.
First of all, I was really good at it and barely had to listen
to pass with flying colors. This left me able to talk with my
friends, which were not inordinately popular people, but I think
I could have been considered mildly popular. I was a well-built
fox in my high-school days, my soft white fox covering my 5 foot
11 inch frame. I was considered mildly cute by all the females, but
none of them have really showed any serious interest in me.
On one particular day, a substitute grad student was teaching
the class, and as almost anyone knows that's a universal signal for
complete pandemonium. This particular conversation turned to sex
and various subjects therein. Subjects like masturnation, virginity,
and the dimensions of our cocks. One upperclassman with the name of
Matt entered our conversation half-way through. Since there were
several females in our conversation, they immediately turned their
attention to him, as he was certainly an object of their fantasies.
Matt was a black wolf, about 6'2" with brown fur, brown eyes,
and a swimmer's build. He played football, but was not terribly bulked
up. He entered the conversation by leaning across the aisle and said,
without introduction, "Hey! Any of you ever given yourself a blow-job?"
Well, needless to say, all other conversation stopped.
"No," was the general answer.
"Really? I can. It's not that hard."
"Oh yes. I'll bet you can do it," I said. This was indeed
a dangerous thing to say, as Matt was quite popular, and, as anyone
who ever encountered peer pressure knows, challenging the popular group
could be disastrous.
"I can," he said.
"Hell, while this is getting nowhere, does anyone have any stories?"
another person asked.
After class let out, Matt met me in the hall.
"So you don't believe me?" he asked.
Boy, this wolf is dense. "No, I don't," I responded.
"Well, I'm calling your bet. Meet me here after school," he said.
He turned and walked off.
I was terrified. I supposed that he wanted to come back here with
a bunch of friends and beat the crap out of me, so as the classes slowly
went by, I was none to enthusiastic.
When 5:00 finally came, I returned to the Biology building hallway.
Matt showed up a few minutes later.
"I'm glad you showed up. Follow me," he said. He led me down the
hall to the nearest restroom.
Wonderful, I can look forward to a quick death on the tile floor.
We went inside and he walked into a stall. What happened next took me
completly by surprise.
Matt pulled his shirt off and dropped his pants. His furred
chest was very well defined. His legs were muscular and covered in fine
black fur. A thick forest of fur surrounded his slowly growing cock.
His heavy balls hung about six inches from the base of his cock. He
sat on the toilet and easily took his throbbing piece into his mouth.
It was about now what I realized that my mouth was hanging
wide open, and I ahd to close it with my hand. He took his cock in and
out of his mouth, licking it until it was dripping. Finally he just
pumped away, his cock looking like a piston moving in and out of his
mouth. After several minutes, he moaned and his dick thrust into
his mouth, and I could see the cum moving through his huge meat. It
eventually filled his mouth, and white cum spilled out, rubbing down
the 11 inch length of his cock.
"Still don't believe me?" he asked.
I was speechless.
"You ever had a blow-job?" he asked.
I merely shook my hear.
"You want one?" I nearly fainted right then. My heart was
racing and the veins in my neck were pulsing. I already had a huge
hard-on. I managed to nod. I traded places with the wolf and I
dropped my pants. My cock was about seven inches long, not like his.
The moment his tongue touched my cock head, I was shaken by convulsions.
I had never had an experience besides solo jack-offs. He licked my cock
up and down until it was glistening in the harsh florescent light. He
moved down to my balls and sucked them. I was moaning the entire time.
He returned to my cock and continued to take it in and out of his
mouth. I finally shot a hude amount of foxspunk into his muzzle which
he eagerly swallowed.
After that, I never had another experience with him, but I think
it will always be the most memorable event in my life.
[ fin ]
[ Comments and/or suggestions appreciated! Send to ]
[ My sources of influence come from many places, so if you think you've
read something like this before, chances are you probably have. ]
Written by Spectrum Fox
**********************************************************
** WARNING! THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF A **
** SEXUAL NATURE. YOU MUST BE 18 YEARS OR OLDER TO READ **
** THIS STORY. IF THIS KIND OF STUFF BUGS YOU, DO NOT **
** READ. -- Spectrum Fox **
**********************************************************
Story, characters, and likelinesses are
(C) 1998,1999 Vulpine Arts Limited
All Rights Reserved
College biology was my favorite, for a couple of reasons.
First of all, I was really good at it and barely had to listen
to pass with flying colors. This left me able to talk with my
friends, which were not inordinately popular people, but I think
I could have been considered mildly popular. I was a well-built
fox in my high-school days, my soft white fox covering my 5 foot
11 inch frame. I was considered mildly cute by all the females, but
none of them have really showed any serious interest in me.
On one particular day, a substitute grad student was teaching
the class, and as almost anyone knows that's a universal signal for
complete pandemonium. This particular conversation turned to sex
and various subjects therein. Subjects like masturnation, virginity,
and the dimensions of our cocks. One upperclassman with the name of
Matt entered our conversation half-way through. Since there were
several females in our conversation, they immediately turned their
attention to him, as he was certainly an object of their fantasies.
Matt was a black wolf, about 6'2" with brown fur, brown eyes,
and a swimmer's build. He played football, but was not terribly bulked
up. He entered the conversation by leaning across the aisle and said,
without introduction, "Hey! Any of you ever given yourself a blow-job?"
Well, needless to say, all other conversation stopped.
"No," was the general answer.
"Really? I can. It's not that hard."
"Oh yes. I'll bet you can do it," I said. This was indeed
a dangerous thing to say, as Matt was quite popular, and, as anyone
who ever encountered peer pressure knows, challenging the popular group
could be disastrous.
"I can," he said.
"Hell, while this is getting nowhere, does anyone have any stories?"
another person asked.
After class let out, Matt met me in the hall.
"So you don't believe me?" he asked.
Boy, this wolf is dense. "No, I don't," I responded.
"Well, I'm calling your bet. Meet me here after school," he said.
He turned and walked off.
I was terrified. I supposed that he wanted to come back here with
a bunch of friends and beat the crap out of me, so as the classes slowly
went by, I was none to enthusiastic.
When 5:00 finally came, I returned to the Biology building hallway.
Matt showed up a few minutes later.
"I'm glad you showed up. Follow me," he said. He led me down the
hall to the nearest restroom.
Wonderful, I can look forward to a quick death on the tile floor.
We went inside and he walked into a stall. What happened next took me
completly by surprise.
Matt pulled his shirt off and dropped his pants. His furred
chest was very well defined. His legs were muscular and covered in fine
black fur. A thick forest of fur surrounded his slowly growing cock.
His heavy balls hung about six inches from the base of his cock. He
sat on the toilet and easily took his throbbing piece into his mouth.
It was about now what I realized that my mouth was hanging
wide open, and I ahd to close it with my hand. He took his cock in and
out of his mouth, licking it until it was dripping. Finally he just
pumped away, his cock looking like a piston moving in and out of his
mouth. After several minutes, he moaned and his dick thrust into
his mouth, and I could see the cum moving through his huge meat. It
eventually filled his mouth, and white cum spilled out, rubbing down
the 11 inch length of his cock.
"Still don't believe me?" he asked.
I was speechless.
"You ever had a blow-job?" he asked.
I merely shook my hear.
"You want one?" I nearly fainted right then. My heart was
racing and the veins in my neck were pulsing. I already had a huge
hard-on. I managed to nod. I traded places with the wolf and I
dropped my pants. My cock was about seven inches long, not like his.
The moment his tongue touched my cock head, I was shaken by convulsions.
I had never had an experience besides solo jack-offs. He licked my cock
up and down until it was glistening in the harsh florescent light. He
moved down to my balls and sucked them. I was moaning the entire time.
He returned to my cock and continued to take it in and out of his
mouth. I finally shot a hude amount of foxspunk into his muzzle which
he eagerly swallowed.
After that, I never had another experience with him, but I think
it will always be the most memorable event in my life.
[ fin ]
[ Comments and/or suggestions appreciated! Send to ]
[ My sources of influence come from many places, so if you think you've
read something like this before, chances are you probably have. ]