10

Florian joined me for work the next morning, and once I had completed my transfer to ground service, we spent a couple of nicely slow hours talking or playing chess. Occasionally, I had to answer the phone and decide if the matter in question needed police assistance, but mostly it was rather quiet. I was now sharing a large office with two others; Colin, who was a telephone receptionist just like I had become and who would teach me the job, and Jeff who was manning the radio as usual. Colin, who was a lithely built fox about my age, was a bit taken aback when he realised that Florian and I were lovers, but as the morning passed he soon started thanking us for not making passes on him all the time. As for where he had got the idea that gay people were promiscuous, I had my suspicions, but Jeff denied ever even laying eyes on Colin.

After that little conversation, it was time for lunch, and then Florian left to start looking for a house. I went back to waiting for phone calls, idly toying with the chess pieces while my mind started working on its own. Colin had talked about Jeff, Florian and me as \x91gay people', and for the first time in my life I started to feel that the term was actually suiting me. I had thought about it, but I hadn't labelled myself as gay before. But since I was in love with a man, and we'd had sex, there was really no use debating the issue, was there? I tried a different approach. What about other guys? Colin was good-looking, true, but he was nothing more than a colleague. Jeff? He was my best friend, and I loved him with all my heart. I had even let him kiss me. But having sex with him? I felt sure it would be good, but I knew I would never do it. Not just because of Florian, but because my relationship with Jeff wasn't a sexual one, and never would be. So if I were gay, I certainly wasn't promiscuous. Women? I had dated, but never really fallen in love, never really felt too attracted to one of my dates. My train of thoughts reached station just as Colin got up and proclaimed that he was leaving for the day. I knew the job well enough to finish my day alone, then he'd be back for his evening pass. According to my new schedule, I would mostly work days, with the occasional evening or night pass. The door had barely even closed behind Colin's bushy tail when Jeff winked at me, grinning smugly.

"Colin's nice, but I don't think he's for you, Scottie."

"What?"

"I've seen you checking us out, honey. He didn't, but you can't fool me." He leaned back in his chair and put his feet on his desk. "Soul searching?"

"You don't miss a thing, do you?" I muttered. "So analyse me, Dr Hall."

"Well, I'd say you're troubled about Colin talking about \x91all you gay people'. You might have noticed that Florian and I didn't even flinch, but you've been bothered ever since. Your man will no doubt want to talk about it tonight, and I do suggest you talk to him. Let me guess, Scottie, you never even thought about being gay before, right? Not even after you let Florian fuck you last night?"

"I've... given it thought," I managed, once I'd picked up my jaw. "Damn, Jeff, why aren't you a crime scene investigator?"

"Been there, bought the shirt, wrong colour." He grinned. "Don't worry, Florian didn't tell me, at least not with words. But did you notice how his feet don't really touch the ground today? While you walk heavily, like a man whose every step hurts?"

"It's not too bad." I grinned back, licking my lips. "But he is huge, Jeff. Huge. Get used to my funny walk."

"Damn, you're making me jealous!"

"Didn't think that was possible."

"Oh, Scottie, you break my poor little heart!" He feigned fainting, then laughed. "I always knew I wouldn't get you, but the fact that another guy stole you from me smarts a bit. Just a bit, though."

"I wish I could say I'm sorry, but I don't have sorry in me right now."

"Poor nickname for such a cute boy." He laughed. "Couldn't you think of anything better?"

I was just debating whether to make him eat his headset or just to smash him over the head with the chessboard, when the phone rang again. I picked it up, and on the other end was a near-hysterical woman. After a little while, I managed to make her tell me what her problem was. It seemed that her ex-husband had kidnapped their eight-months old daughter. I had to raise my voice to make her calm down enough to tell me her location, and to give me a good description of the ex-husband's car. Jeff immediately sent a car to her house, while two others began looking for the husband and daughter. Once I had hung up, I noticed that my hands were shivering, and my heart was pounding in my chest. Jeff finished with his directions to the patrolling officers, then reached over and patted my shoulder.

"The hysterical ones are the worst. Luckily, this kind of stuff doesn't happen every day, or even every week. You did great, Scott, we'll nail that bastard in no time at all."

It was true. No more than half an hour later, one of the cars reported in that they had found the car and retrieved the child, safe and sound. The father had given up without a fight, and was now brought in to get placed under arrest and interrogated. As the officer taking the phone call, I wrote a short statement that would be handed over to the people in charge of the investigation.

An hour before my shift would be over, Colin returned. We chatted for a couple of minutes about what had happened during the afternoon, then Florian arrived. The other two just shook their heads as my wolf slid into my lap and kissed my cheek. I grinned at them, then threw my arms around Florian. He purred with delight, then proceeded to tell me he hadn't found anything he liked, even though he had gone to look at a couple of the houses that were for sale at the moment. Instead, he had gone grocery shopping.

"You're really in for a treat tonight. I'm gonna cook a pot roast with onions and tomatoes on the side." He toyed with the buttons of my uniform shirt. "I haven't made that in a long time."

"What about last night?" Jeff asked, grinning smugly. "No wait, you fed him a hot dog last night, right?"

"Guys, please!" Colin held up his hands, signalling his surrender. Florian giggled at my furious blush, and Jeff laughed loudly. "Can we keep the metaphors to a minimum? My brain hurts."

"The straight man is supposed to get teased," Jeff retorted, still grinning. "Goes with the territory."

"I'd ask you why you aren't used to him by now, Colin," I quipped, "but I know I'll never be."

"That's because I'm one of a kind, baby." He glanced at his watch. "It's past your quitting time, Scott, let the boy down and hop along."

"He'll never let me down," Florian said lowly, licking his lips in that way I found so irresistible. "Lifetime guarantee."

"Lucky wolf. Rosie'll set me free in an hour, then no club-goer in town will be safe."

"Lucky me I'm working tonight," Colin muttered. "I'm the one that has to take all the calls reporting a sex-crazed dog on the loose, but at least I won't be one of his victims."

"Don't worry, honey," Jeff said. "You and I rarely frequent the same establishments, and when we do I behave."

"That's actually true," Colin said when he saw my eyes widen. "He came with me to a nice'n'normal club once, and he didn't even pinch my behind."

"So what happened?" Florian asked.

"He chatted up all the girls. It's true! They were all over him, and he enjoyed every minute of it. We had to leave early when some of the other guys started cracking their knuckles."

"I believe you," I said, laughing. "So you'll know who it is if someone reports a guy being bashed by boyfriends."

"Actually, guys, I do have a date for tonight, so I guess I'll have to be good all night. At least until it's time to go home..." He winked, enticing a groan from Colin and a giggle from Florian. "Remember the guy I told you about the other day, Scotty?"

"The Clydesdale?"

"Yeah. Imagine my surprise when a one-nighter suddenly calls and asks me if I wanted to go dancing. Anyway, I agreed, and he's picking me up tonight."

"Good luck, Jeff," Florian said as we got up to leave. "Be nice."

"You too, just don't wear your \x91coon out. He's got work tomorrow, you know."

Before this turned into another round of teasing and innuendo, I pulled Florian with me out of the building. I didn't let him go until we were in the car, but then he leaned over to kiss my cheek. Our eyes met, and he gave me a shy, but warm, smile.

"I'll try not to wear you out, Scott."

"They're great guys," Florian said once we had been thoroughly greeted and were on our way to the park. "Colin's nice, much more relaxed than I thought he'd be."

"Comes from working with Jeff." I chuckled. "He makes people relaxed. I've never seen anybody get mad at him, no matter how flirty he gets."

"Except for those guys whose girls he stole."

"Yeah, maybe. I've sworn to kill him lots of times, but he still lives, somehow."

"He really made you blush today."

"Stop smiling, you bad wolfie!" I reached around his shoulder and crunched him to me, making him grunt. "You keep on laughing at me whenever he makes a fool out of me."

"Oh Scott!" He leaned into the hug, resting his head on my shoulder. "You were never made a fool of! You just take it too personally."

"I'll try not to. Promise. It's just... Everything is so new to me."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Yes, I do. But it can wait until after dinner."

"Dinner is still an hour away, if you want the talk sooner."

"No, it's all right." I took his hand and we walked side by side, pressed close to each other. If anybody noticed, I never knew. Or cared to know. "It's nothing bad, I just need to adapt a bit."

"That's an understatement." We both laughed. "Scott, are you gay?"

"I don't know." We stopped, facing each other while Ten sat down next to Florian, as if listening in. "I guess so. I love you, and you're a man."

"Does it bother you?" A shy, heart-warming smile played across his muzzle.

"No. Jeff asked me about it, too, but I'm not bothered by it. Not at all."

"I saw you looking at them. Him and Colin, I mean."

"Yeah." I scratched my head. "I guess I wanted to see if they... I mean, if I found them attractive."

"Do you?"

"Well, they are good looking. But not attractive, if you know what I mean." He had got a worried look in his eyes, so I pulled him closer to me, giving him a reassuring hug. "None of them can compare to you."

"Thanks, Scott." A slight shiver went through him, escaping as a quiet sob. "I'm so glad you love me."

"I do." I broke our hug and looked into his deep, green eyes again. "Florian, I know now that I've never been in love before. There's nothing, nobody, who's ever made me feel like you do. For as long as you want me, I'm yours."

"Then it's forever..." he whispered.

"That it is." I felt him tense up against me as I kissed him, but he soon melted into it. "It doesn't matter much what I call myself, Florian. But because I love a man, others will think of me as gay."

"Does that bother you, then?"

"Not at all." I kissed him again. "And if some people don't like it, then that's a small price to pay for having you in my life."

He smiled, but said nothing. It was as if no more words were needed. I put on Ten's leash, and we walked back home, arm in arm. I had a silly, happy grin on my face the entire way, and whenever I glanced at Florian he had tears running down his cheeks.

After dinner, we sat down for a while watching a movie on TV. I complained that Florian had tricked me into having the gay talk right away, but he just giggled.

"I think it did good to talk about it, Scott. It made me feel easier about things."

"What things?"

"Oh, like would you freak out about what we did yesterday and toss me out, or would you decide you'd rather not be gay and toss me out." He leaned against me. "Things like that."

"Well, in that case I'm glad we had the talk. I love you, my Flurry, and I won't ever toss you out. Whatever else, that won't change." I put my arm around his shoulder, making him purr happily. "I just wish I hadn't needed to see you leave to fully understand that."

"My poor Scott." He yawned widely. "Sorry, I haven't slept all to well lately."

"Why don't you get ready for bed? I can do the good night walk by myself."

"I'd rather stay up with you. Just shove me if I start to snore before the movie is over."

"Okay."

He folded his feet in beneath his butt, then snuggled closer to me and closed his eyes, yawning again. Within a minute, he was taking the long, deep breaths of sleep. I kept on holding him, rubbing his shoulder every now and then while the movie played itself out. By then it was a quarter past eleven, so it was high time for Ten's walk. The chill air made me feel sleepy, and as soon as we got back and I had fed her, I picked Florian up and put him to bed. He didn't even stir as I undressed him, pausing for a moment to drink in his amazing beauty before I went off to have a shower.

Oddly enough, I didn't feel very aroused by the sight of my naked lover. I felt more like kissing him than making love to him. Maybe it was because his peaceful, innocent sleeping face awoke some kind of paternal feelings in me, or maybe because my butt still remembered last night. Once the latter thought struck root, though, I immediately began to feel my sheath swell. I grabbed a bar of fur soap and started lathering up, avoiding my crotch altogether. Saving the best for last. Rubbing the foamy suds all over my body, I closed my eyes and purred with delight, feeling the heat of the water reach through to my skin as every strand of my fur got wet. Then a light grey hand reached around my waist and started rubbing my stomach, and I let out a surprised yelp.

"Sorry," Florian giggled. "Didn't mean to scare you."

"It's okay." I leaned back into his hug, enjoying the way his hands fluttered all over my stomach and chest. "I just thought you were out for the night."

"I woke up when Ten jumped up on the bed and burped like a revving truck engine."

"That's just her way of saying thanks for supper," I said, laughing. "Mmm, that feels good."

"Want me to wash your hair?"

"Please."

We cleaned each other thoroughly, then kissed a little while we rinsed off. I was all hard now, and the tip of my cock pressed against Florian's balls. Trembling slightly with arousal, I reached in between us and stroked us both at the same time. With one last nuzzle, I leaned back so I could lock eyes with him.

"Do you think it's too late to... do something?" I asked, making him gasp by squeezing him a little tighter. "Maybe a re-run of last night?"

He nodded, but suddenly seemed to change his mind. "Wait a second."

Before I had time to answer, he got behind me and sank to his knees, pulling my tail aside quite roughly. He pushed at me to make me bend over slightly and spread my legs. I felt his fingers probe me gently, but even that fleeting touch felt uncomfortable. I was just about to say so when he stood back up.

"Scott, you're still quite swollen." He kissed my cheek. "No more rough stuff for you for a while, okay?"

"Oh. Okay, I guess. I had kind of figured that out already. It feels a bit sore."

"No wonder. I never wanted your first time to be so... harsh."

"I know, Florian. It wasn't your fault, you know." I kissed him back, cupping his chin with my hand. "Let's just take it easy tonight."

"That's not entirely necessary, you know..." He blushed as his voice trailed away to a whisper, barely audible against the splashing water. "I'm not sore."

The urgent need of our first love-making wasn't there anymore. Once we had dried each other off we lay down on the bed, kissing and caressing each other for a good, long while, before I pushed Florian onto his back. I kissed his neck while I played with his anus, using some lotion to lube him up. He sighed and shivered, all the while stroking my hair. I soon had two fingers inside him, searching for and finding his prostate. A low growl escaped his lips, and in the corner of my eye I could see his massive erection begin to leak. I couldn't resist it; I just had to taste him again. Soon, the sweet'n'salty flavour I craved filled my mouth as I slowly began sucking him. I purred with excitement every time my nose brushed against the velvety fur of his sheath, and I could really smell his arousal as well as taste it. It wasn't long before his breathing turned heavy, and his body began to get tense. The flow of his pre-cum increased, and I reluctantly pulled away. He let out a disappointed grunt, then another as I withdrew my fingers from his butt, as well. Fixing me with a piercing, needful stare, he spread his legs and lifted his hips, positioning himself for my entry. I stood up on my knees and began to slowly rub lotion onto my cock. Florian watched my every move, his eyes so hungry I almost got afraid he'd pounce me. His impatience was very clear as I took my time putting the lotion away before returning to him. I decided to tease him a little, so I rubbed the tip of my cock against his hole, every now and then pushing just hard enough so he'd begin to open up, then withdrawing again. It didn't take him long to lose all control.

"Ungh! Scott, please! Just... just do it. Ahh! Please!" He squirmed and writhed in front of me, his bone-hard cock leaking in long squirts into his stomach fur. His words soon turned to what was little more than groans. "Aannnhh, ohh! Noo! Please! Don't... Scott, please..."

His legs thrashed wildly behind me, but he seemed to be unable to use them to push me towards him. The longing in his eyes soon made me take pity on him though, so I grabbed his hips and pushed as gently as I could. He cried out as I finally entered him, and once I was all the way in, he opened his arms as if to embrace me. I needed little persuasion. I lay down on top of him, lifting him up a bit so I could put my arms around him. We didn't kiss, we just lay there, pressed closely to each other cheek to cheek as I slowly began to move. Florian lay still as I made love to him slowly, staying deep inside him and gyrating my hips rather than thrusting in and out. This seemed to be working just fine for Florian, since he started stroking my hair and my back, even running his fingers along my tail, all the while letting out cute little whimpers and moans. Even though I kept my movements deliberately small, I soon felt my orgasm starting to build up. The squishy wetness against my stomach told me my lover was getting close as well. I pulled out almost all the way, then pushed back in again with some force, making sure I felt the hard nub of his prostate against me all the time. I did this again, then one more time, and then Florian cried out. He bit my shoulder as he came, his cock jumping and throbbing against my stomach as he shot his semen. His rectal muscles contracted around my cock, squeezing it so hard there was no way I could hold back my own orgasm. Clutching my still squirting wolf to me, I emptied myself inside him. Slowly, our orgasms abated, and we lay panting; me still on top of him, hugging him, and him still chewing my shoulder. I never even noticed when I fell asleep.