“Wha—?” Colin murmured as Lindsey pulled him off the sidewalk and into a narrow alley.

            “Shhh…” The red fox put his finger up to Colin’s muzzle and turned to face him. The tall buildings on either side of the alley blocked the fading evening sunlight, casting shadows on both foxes’ features. Lindsey’s pale blue gaze pierced unblinkingly into Colin’s dark brown eyes, locking them in place.

            “I’ve never done this before,” Lindsey stated, his soft voice taking on a husky edge. He had Colin against the wall, a black-furred paw on each shoulder. He leaned forward and kissed the fox.

            Colin spluttered with shock and jerked out of Lindsey’s grasp. “What in bloody ‘ell do you think you’re doing?” he demanded, trembling slightly, black-rimmed ears flattened.

            “I’m sorry,” Lindsey said, not sounding particularly apologetic. “I thought…I just thought you might like it.”

            “I’m not gay!” Colin growled, his bushy white-tipped tail twitching furiously. “Stay away from me!” The tall fox spun around and stalked toward the alley’s entrance.

Lindsey ran after him and put a paw on his shoulder; Colin froze. He was trembling. Lindsey gently turned him around and locked him in place again with his unrelenting stare.

            Colin started to say something and forgot it. He noticed, not for the first time, how much the other red fox looked like himself. Both were tall for their species, and had similar long-legged builds, although Lindsey was a bit more slender. Lindsey’s features were softer, more delicate, but both foxes had a mass of dark brown curly hair between their pointed ears. Colin’s hair was carefully brushed, a few waves falling over his forehead, while Lindsey’s stood up in an impressive bush of unruly curls that reached as high as the tips of his ears. Neither fox smiled often, although a smirk was not uncommon on Lindsey’s white-furred muzzle.

            “Was it really that bad?” Lindsey asked.

            Colin glared back, his eyebrows knitted and his ears flattened. “I—I wasn’t trying to insult you, it’s just that I’m not…I’m not…”

            “Attracted to me?” Lindsey supplied, his narrow, arching eyebrows lifted.

            “Not just—just—I’m not—into that…” Colin stammered, his low voice cracking.

            “Have you ever done anything with a girl, then?” Lindsey asked.

            Colin twitched, caught off guard. “Well…no…but not because I don’t like girls, just because I’ve never…well…” he shrugged helplessly, at a total loss for words. Lindsey had broken through the calm, detached façade that Colin liked to maintain defensively around himself. Shattered it as though it were nothing more than a thin layer of glass. Colin looked up at the other fox, his expression one of desperation and utter confusion.

            Without saying a word, Lindsey held his arms out slightly in an invitation. Colin swallowed hard and took the three or four steps needed to bring himself into those arms, and awkwardly returned the embrace. He could feel Lindsey’s body heat, through the fox’s thin button-down shirt, with the sensitive pads on his fingers and palms. Lindsey tightened the embrace, his breath hot on Colin’s neck and cheek, and Colin could feel something else, a hardness pressed against his groin, and grew flushed under his fur as his own body reacted in kind. Finding it suddenly hard to breathe, Colin pulled out of the embrace, trying unsuccessfully to keep his eyes away from the bulge evident in Lindsey’s tight jeans. He choked in a breath of the cool air, gulping in the other fox’s strong, musky, and…alluring scent. No female had ever aroused these feelings in him, and he had to suppress the urge to tear out of the alley, away from the source of his thudding heart and tingling pawpads.

            A rare grin appeared on Lindsey’s muzzle, softening his usual stern expression, as Colin successfully fought down his alarm and disgust at himself and returned to the warmth of the other fox’s arms and chest. Lindsey sighed, hot breath tickling the white fur lining Colin’s ear. Suddenly the fact that he was hugging another male in a manner that was more than just friendly…that he was doing so in a public place…no longer mattered to Colin. He melted in Lindsey’s arms, and this time allowed the other fox to give him a long, intimate kiss. Lindsey’s mouth was soft, wet, warm, and Colin felt almost unbearably aroused.

As though reading his mind, Lindsey led him deeper into the alley, behind a large stack of empty boxes and crates. The setting sun barely managed to touch the back of the alley and Lindsey’s blue eyes seemed to glow in the shadows, the contrast between the red-orange fur of his forehead and the bridge of his muzzle, and the white fur of his cheeks, muzzle, and throat, exaggerated in the gloom.

“Do you know how long I’ve been wanting you, Colin?” Lindsey murmured in his oh-so-soft voice, his fingers, ending in neatly trimmed black claws, running through the ruffs of fur on Colin’s cheeks.

“I didn’t—I didn’t know you were—gay,” Colin replied, his hands clenched nervously at his sides.

“I like women too sometimes…it depends on my mood.” The fox grinned, exposing sharp white teeth that gleamed in the shadows. He unbuttoned the top of his shirt and gently guided Colin’s hand to the exposed fur of his chest.

Colin gasped, his paw sinking deep into the wonderfully thick and soft white fur. Lindsey grunted softly as one of Colin’s claws grazed his left nipple, hidden under his fur. The sound left Colin with an unbearable throbbing in his groin, and he pulled his paw back, simultaneously alarmed and aroused. He still couldn’t believe he was doing this…how on earth could Lindsey have known…?

Lindsey looked at Colin and raised an eyebrow questioningly, one hand hovering over the fly of his jeans. Feeling uncomfortably hot in spite of the cool evening air, Colin loosened the collar of his white dress shirt. “Um…sorry…just a bit of…of…”

“You have such a cute accent,” Lindsey murmured. “I love British accents.” He reached out, unbuttoned Colin’s vest, and carefully laid it over a nearby crate.

“So…Lindsey…”

The fox paused, in the midst of unbuttoning Colin’s collar, and looked up.

“Did you mean that—that bit you said earlier—about wanting to—to do this for a long time?” The fox spoke hesitantly, sounding and feeling as though he were out of breath.

Lindsey nodded. “I’ve always thought you were very attractive…I guess you could say I’ve had a crush on you, especially since breaking up with Stephanie.”

“That was…that was months ago!” Colin realized, his brown eyes wide.

“Yep. But I wanted to wait until I was sure.”

“How did you know?” Colin asked, avoiding Lindsey’s gaze. “I thought…I tried so hard to hide it…I tried so hard to be straight…”

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Lindsey murmured, holding Colin tight against himself so that Colin could feel Lindsey’s heart, which was pounding as hard as his own. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Oh Lindsey…” Colin looked into the fox’s eyes. Lindsey’s slit pupils had expanded in the darkness, swallowing most of the blue of his irises. His mouth was slightly open and his exposed chest was rising and falling rapidly with each hot breath. Colin reached out to stroke the thick, slightly damp fur and Lindsey finished unbuttoning his shirt and threw it on top of Colin’s discarded vest.

Colin stared at the fox’s bare torso. Like most red foxes, Lindsey’s body fur was an orange-red, with a white patch starting on his cheeks and muzzle, running down his throat, covering his chest and stomach, and disappearing under the waist-line of his pants. Lindsey was in decent physical shape – not particularly muscular, but slim and wiry under his fur. Like Colin, he had “gloves” of black fur starting on his hands, though his ended halfway up his forearms while Colin’s went nearly to his elbows.

Colin fidgeted with the buttons on his own shirt until Lindsey, giggling, helped. Then Lindsey’s hands moved down to his own fly and Colin gulped again.

“Is—is this really a good idea, being out in public and all…”

Instead of answering, Lindsey unbuttoned his jeans and slowly slid them down his narrow hips and long legs. Colin’s nervous muttering trailed off as his breath caught in his throat. Lindsey smiled and then removed his boxer-briefs. The white patch on his chest and stomach extended halfway down the insides of his thighs, and the black fur on his feet grew up to his ankles. Colin stared at the fox’s erection, standing out boldly against the white fur of his sheath and stomach. He felt his own shaft straining out of his sheath under his briefs.

“Bloody ‘ell,” he muttered.

Lindsey’s smile widened as he stood in the shadows of the alley, completely nude, his back to the wall. “Your turn,” he said to Colin, who undid his slacks with shaking fingers and carefully stepped out of them. He glanced around nervously, but could see nothing but darkness, barely penetrated by the yellow glow of a streetlamp outside the alley now that night had fallen. Encouraged by Lindsey’s inviting smile, Colin slipped out of his briefs, exposing his own erection, which he covered reflexively with his paws.

“Now now, we’ll have none of that,” Lindsey laughed, gently moving Colin’s hands aside. Colin let out an uncharacteristic yelp as one of Lindsey’s fingers brushed him in a place that no one but himself had touched before, ever. The thrill caused by that one accidental touch was almost too much. Breathing heavily, nostrils full of Lindsey’s musk, Colin wrapped his arms around the fox and gasped at the feel of Lindsey’s fur against his unsheathed erection. Lindsey moaned and thrust his hips against Colin’s. The fox thought he was going to explode.

“No, wait,” Lindsey murmured as Colin started rubbing himself frantically against the other fox’s fur. He turned around and bent over, lifting his tail and offering his white-furred rear to Colin. “Perhaps you’d like to do the honors?”

Colin looked at Lindsey’s butt, feeling flushed, and choked in spite of the cool night. He could see the fox’s tailhole, a little pink spot right under the base of his bushy, white-tipped tail. It looked so inviting, and yet so delicate…

“Um…maybe a bit later…I wouldn’t want to hurt you…ah…actually…I was hopiong…” Colin murmured under his breath, barely audible.

Lindsey looked over his shoulder, his ears flicking quizzically.

“I was hoping that you would bugger me,” Colin said in a rush, his eyes squeezed shut.

“That I would…what?”

“You know…do me up my arse.” Eyes still closed, Colin placed his hands against the alley wall, his back to Lindsey.

“Are you sure? Are you really ready for that?” Lindsey asked, surprised.

Colin nodded vigorously.

“Well…okay…but please promise you’ll let me know if anything hurts.” Lindsey spit into his hands and rubbed them on himself for lubrication, and stood behind close behind Colin. “Is this okay?” he asked, gently stroking the rim of Colin’s tailhole and then carefully probing it with one finger. Colin took a sharp breath and clenched reflexively, and then slowly loosened, allowing the finger in deeper. Lindsey carefully inserted a second, and then a third, his erection throbbing almost painfully where it was pressed against the fur on Colin’s rear, dribbling precum with each grunt from the fox.

“Oh, Lindsey, I can’t wait much longer,” Colin gasped, his voice husky with anticipation and arousal.

Breathing heavily, Lindsey positioned himself behind Colin, held the fox’s tail out of the way, and carefully, oh so carefully, pushed himself against the moist skin of Colin’s tailhole. The fox inhaled sharply, bracing himself against the wall with his hands, and the head of Lindsey’s erection slid in. Lindsey stifled a cry as Colin’s muscle clenched tightly around his shaft before allowing more of him in.

“Lindsey…” Colin moaned as the fox pushed in deeper and then pulled out partway, his arms wrapped around Colin’s chest, his claws sinking deep into the fur. He soon started a slow, steady thrusting that grew faster and harder, the two foxes grunting in unison.

“Unh…Colin…you’re so tight…feels so good…” Lindsey murmured between thrusts. It didn’t take long for Colin to reach the breaking point and he let out a hoarse cry as he came, the hot fluid splattering on his stomach and the wall in front of him, his tailhole clenching with each spasm and driving Lindsey to his own climax. Lindsey buried his muzzle in the crook of Colin’s neck and pressed himself against the fox as he came deep inside him, thrust in as far as he could go, his half-suppressed cry echoing off the brick walls.

(to be continued…)