Chapter 4: The Hole

Kiran stared at his phone screen, thumb hovering uselessly over the keyboard.

The last messages he had sent Farren sat there unanswered: a simple “Hey, when do you want to meet again?” sent a week ago, followed by a nervous “Everything okay?” three days later. Nothing. Not even a read receipt.

Another week had passed since then. He wasn’t going to be pathetic and stalky. It’s Farren’s every right to cut ties, it was just a hookup not a relationship.

Kiran let the phone drop onto his chest and sighed, staring up at the ceiling. His thighs were spread wide on the bed, one paw lazily stroking his half-hard cock. He had really thought things were going great. The way Farren had looked at him, the way he’d held him, the dirty promises ... it had felt real.

Apparently it was just the thrill of taking a virgin. Just a trim, fit, sexy fox used for his pleasure.

No, no, now he was being bitter. Kiran had used Farren too ... he couldn’t accept that the agreement was always a random fuck. It’s just that Farren came back three times, took his virginity, and even hung out with him like they were close. Fuck. Fuck it. Whatever.

With a frustrated groan, Kiran kept stroking until his cock was fully out of its sheath. He closed his eyes and let the fantasy play out, Farren’s weight on top of him, that thick knot sliding past his ring with a glorious burn and pressure. His paw moved faster. The orgasm hit quietly, long streams of fox cum landing across his paw, his belly, and his balls. When it was over, the warm afterglow lasted only a few seconds before the emptiness rushed back in. He lay there, letting the cum cool on him.

He wanted Farren.

He wanted someone else’s body on his. Someone else’s cock in his mouth. Someone else’s hands holding him down. That last encounter, the aggressive dominance, the claiming, woke something in Kiran.

Frustration and loneliness curdled into something sharper.

Desperation.

A week later, Kiran stood in the dimly lit hallway of an adult bookstore, staring at an 8-inch wide hole cut into the wall at waist height. His pulse thundered in his ears.

Is this really what I’m doing now?

His paws trembled as he unzipped his jeans and pushed them down just enough. He stroked his sheath until his pink fox cock slid free, already leaking. Gathering what little courage he had left, he stepped forward and fed just the tip through the dark opening.

A moment later, something warm and wet lapped slowly across his sensitive tip.

Someone was actually there. Waiting. Licking HIM.

Kiran’s breath hitched. He pushed forward a little more, then a little more, until half his length was through the hole. He even dropped his pert little balls through, letting them hang vulnerably on the other side.