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I woke up Sunday morning and made myself some coffee. Listening to the coffee percolating, I decided to fry up some bacon. Okay, so I was into eating healthy, but bacon was just one of my few vices. As I heard the bacon sizzling in the pan, I breathed in the savory smell of the cooking meat. My mouth watered. Boy, was I hungry. It was a good thing that bacon didn't take very long to fry up because I was absolutely famished at that point. I took a fork and stabbed at the meat, throwing it on a plate, and wouldn't you know it? The coffee was done by then so I was ready to eat.

Shoveling the bacon into my hungry gullet, I thought about what had happened last night with Mickey and I. I had no regrets about what we'd done. None at all. I'd been worried that I might feel shame or revulsion about what I had done, but nope, I was fine with it. After he had sucked me off, we spent the next two hours lying on my bed, both of us naked, just talking about so many things. I'd never met anyone who was so easy to talk to in my entire life. The conversation went from what our jobs were like, what kind of movies we'd seen lately, our favorite music and musicians. I was surprised to learn what an avid reader Mickey was, but I guess it shouldn't have really surprised me. He was a paralegal, and that required doing a ton of reading in preparation of a case that he was working on for the lawyers. I'd wager that he couldn't make many, if any errors, or he wouldn't have a job for very long.

I finished my breakfast, but kept drinking up the coffee. Today was going to be a big day for me. It was "March Madness", the playoffs for college basketball. I was excited because my alma mater, Duke University was going to be playing Indiana University. My entire reason for going to Duke had to do with getting a basketball scholarship. I played all four years, but never won the NCAA tournament. I was hoping, praying that this would be the year that Duke would clinch the title. The game would be on at noon, and it was eight o'clock, so there was going to be a four hour wait until then. That was going to be a long, long wait, at least it was for me when it came to watching Duke play.

Cleaning up the mess that I'd created, I thought about asking Mickey to come over and watch the game with me. I figured, what the hell, he'd told me he was a big sports fan, so why not? We'd given each other our phone numbers the night before, so I decided to give him a ring, though I had no idea when he usually woke up. I hope I wasn't risking annoying him by waking him up too early. I grabbed my cell phone, pulling it off the charger. Skimming through the contacts list, I found his name and touched it. I heard the phone ring, once, twice, three times.

"Hey, what' up, man?"

He was up, didn't sound groggy or anything. "Yeah, I was wondering if you'd like to come over today and watch the Duke vs. IU game."

"I'd love to. It's on at noon, right?"

Huh, I guess he was a big sports fan if he knew what time it was on. "Noon, yeah. You wanna come over at eleven then. They have pregame stuff on."

"Sounds good to me. You want me to bring anything over? Food, drinks?"

"Nah," I said. "I've got plenty of that over here."

"Great. See you at eleven then. Bye."

"Yep, bye," I said, ending the call. I sighed, not out of exasperation or anything bad. I was just really looking forward to him coming over. I mean really looking forward to it.

Being the neat freak I was--well, when I wasn't wallowing in a state of depression after a girlfriend left me--i went to work cleaning up the place. Part of that was to keep my mind occupied. I couldn't take my mind off of Mickey, not because of the fun in the bedroom I knew we would have later, but I just really enjoyed being in his presence. I vacuumed, scrubbed the kitchen counters with a bleach soaked scouring pad (guess I really am a neat freak) rearranged the stacks of magazines on the coffee table and went to work making up some club sandwiches for Mickey and I. Wouldn't you know it? I got done right at eleven, and I swear, as soon as the clock hit 11:00 on my microwave, I heard the doorbell ring. I practically ran over to the door, opening it up for Mickey.

"Damn, you're punctual," I sad.

"Try to be," he said with a smile. He walked in and hung up his jacket.

"Make yourself at home," I said. "I've got club sandwiches, chips, and some other stuff out in the kitchen. Take all you want."

"Sweet," he said, walking out to the kitchen. I saw him take a few of the sandwiches, a handful of chips and get some water with ice. I took pretty much the same stuff as he did, though in bigger proportions. What can I say? I'm bigger than Mickey, only makes sense that I would eat more. With our plates and drinks in paw, we made our way out to the living room. I already had the TV on. The sportscasters were giving their predictions on the outcome of the game. Duke was favored to win by most of them, though a few gave the edge to IU. Whatever, I wanted my old team to win.

We both sat down on the couch together, putting our plates on the coffee table. I picked up a sandwich, taking a big bite of it. I looked over at Mickey, he was nibbling away at his food--kinda brought a grin to my face seeing him eat like that.

"Just so you know," I said between bites, "I had a really good time last night."

"Me too," he said, now working on the potato chips, crunching away at them. "You were great."

"Really?" I said, taking a drink of ice water. "All I did was lay there."

"Yeah, well, I guess I should say that what you've got between your legs is great."

I grinned at his complimenting my manhood. "Thanks. Um, funny question, is that the biggest one you've ever had?"

He grinned right back at me. "Actually, yes it is. Plus, you taste pretty good too."

"Ah, glad you liked it," I said.

We finished eating by 11:30. I managed to polish off most of the sandwiches, as Mickey didn't eat very much. We kept listening to the sportscasters babbling away with their predictions when Mickey looked over at me.

"Hey, you wanna try it again at halftime?"

I thought about it for a moment, then and idea dawned on me. "You know what? You saw that I've got a TV back in my bedroom, right?"

"I did," he said.

"You wanna go back there now? I . . . um, I didn't jerk off this morning like usual, so I'm sure I've got a nice big load for you."

"Sure," he said with a smile.

We left our plates and glasses on the coffee table and headed back to my bedroom. Unlike the night before where I had to ease into getting naked, I couldn't wait to get undressed in front of Mickey.

"It okay if I get naked too?" he asked politely.

"I'd prefer you did," I said.

I watched him take his clothes off, getting a nice view of that cute butt of his. We climbed into bed and I turned on the television just as Mickey went to work on my cock. Damn, did I need this. Like many guys, I usually awoke to find my cock hard, needing a release. I had abstained from pawing off, maybe I had it in mind all along that I was going to invite Mickey over for the game and some male on male action and just didn't realize it. Just like yesterday, my paws made their way down to his ass, squeezing his cheeks and brushing that big, soft bushy tail of his. He was even better than last night, quite amazing, really as I thought nothing would be able to top what I got last night. Clearly, Mickey was able to improve his skill level in the oral department. I wasn't even paying attention to what was being shown on the television as I could not take my eyes off of him going down on me. Unlike the night before, I wasn't able to hold out as long. I'd jerked off a few times yesterday, so he didn't get an easy one. I cried out as I ejaculated into his mouth. With his long, perfectly shaped muzzle, he gave me a slow, drawn out final suck before pulling off of my cock with an audible pop. Grinning at me, he laid down beside me, just like last night.

"Feel better?" he asked.

"Immensely," I said, sighing contentedly. "Damn, you're the best, Mickey."

"Thanks," he said, rubbing his still hard cock.

We watched the start of the game. I was pleased to see that Duke was quickly gaining the upper paw so early on. The team they had this year had a reputation for getting a late start, but catching up later to seize victory. Mickey and I kept talking about the game, though the conversation occasionally steered into other areas. I think it was about fifteen minutes into the game when I noticed that Mickey was still rubbing his hard cock. I thought back to last night. We had been so immersed in conversation that I had been oblivious to what he was doing, not because I didn't care, but because I was having such a good time talking to him. He was so polite that he must have purposefully avoided cumming in front of me, probably thinking that I would feel uncomfortable seeing that. When it dawned on me that I was probably blue balling him, I asked if he wanted to go jack off in the bath tub. He told me thanks and swiftly ventured out of the bedroom, only to return two minutes later, looking refreshed and relieved. My view kept alternating between the game and his cock. I thought about how nice it looked. Not as big as mine, but probably a good size for a guy of his proportion. He had been so unbelievably polite, cool and patient with me about this whole male on male thing, knowing that I was completely new to it. I wanted to return the favor.

"Mickey," I said, looking away from the television and back at him.

"Yeah?" he said, still stroking away on his member.

"Can I . . can I suck your dick?"

His eyes grew wide at the mention of those words. "You really want to?"

"I do," I said. "I won't be as good as you, though."

He giggled at my confession. "That's okay. I'm sure you'll do fine. Just watch the teeth."

"Oh, I know," I said. "Believe me, I know what it's liked to get scraped. Fucking painful."

Thinking about it, I have to admit that it was kind of strange that I had offered to suck him off. Even though we were naked last night and today, I never once touched his cock, still a little on the skittish side about touching a guy like that. Maybe that sounds like I was suffering from cognitive dissonance, since Mickey obviously had to touch my cock in order to suck me off, but I was being pleasured, so I didn't really think about it. Mickey moved to the center of the bed as I changed positions. Kneeling down at first, I carefully put my paw on his cock--my first time ever touching a cock that wasn't my own. I looked down at his cock, rubbing it with my paw, then looked over at him. He was smiling, apparently liking the contact. His cock felt just like mine, only smaller. I took things at a slow pace, not wanting to do anything that I would regret or cause Mickey to get upset with me. Finally, I took the plunge and laid down on my stomach, ready to truly service this cool, nice looking fox.

I opened my mouth, letting my tongue lick the head of his cock. I could feel him shiver from the touch. He had remarked how I tasted good last night, and I was surprised to find out that he tasted good too. My licking grew more intense, going from the head to the base of his cock. I was really getting into this, and still, he never pressured me to hurry up and suck him off. The intensity was really building up when I decided to go for it. Opening up my mouth, I was careful not to let my teeth drag against his dick, as that would probably kill the mood and his erection in no time. The feeling of his cock in my mouth was a strange juxtaposition of a rubbery outer skin, while the inside was now hard as metal. I had never really thought about how weird it was that a cock felt that way when it was erect, mainly because I'd never had one in my mouth until just now, and it tasted even better with it all in my mouth than simply just giving the tip light, fleeting licks. I closed my eyes, getting lost in what I was doing. I could hear Mickey moaning, groaning as I worked his member. A few minutes into it, and I felt him rub my ears. Not only did I not mind, but I rather enjoyed the attention he was giving me, probably because canines generally derived pleasure from that kind of contact.

I sped up my pace, really getting into it. I heard Mickey's breathing growing more intense, obviously he was getting close to his climax. I gave his balls a light squeeze, making him giggle, but before I knew it, he was telling me what I knew was going to inevitably happen.

"Johnny . . . get ready!"

Only a few seconds later, I tasted his cum gushing into my mouth. This was the part I wasn't sure I was going to like, but I didn't want to rob him of the satisfaction that came from being sucked off instead of being pawed off at the very end. The taste of his cum was salty, which I had heard was completely normal, but it wasn't unpleasant. I licked him clean before lying back down beside him.

"How'd I do?" I asked, curious to know just how good or bad I was.

"Excellent," he said, smiling. "You sure you've never done that before?"

"I'm sure," I said, laughing at his question. "Guess us guys just know how our stuff works, huh?'

"Guess so," he chuckled.

We went back to watching the game and talking. Duke was utterly slaughtering Indiana University, much to my delight. I was surprised to see how sloppy some of the IU players looked, if I didn't know any better, I would have thought some of them were drunk out there on the basketball court.

"Are those IU guys drunk or stoned?" he asked jokingly.

"Funny," I said. "I was just thinking the same thing, well, except for the stoned part, that is."

"I'd piss test all of those guys if they were my players," he said. "This is . . . this is just pathetic."

"Fine by me," I said. "You know I'm a Duke guy."

"Yep," he said, nodding. "You ever look as bad as the IU guys when you were playing ball?"

"I hope not," I said, laughing. "Coach woulda chewed my ass out big time for being so awful."

"He'd have been right to do so," observed Mickey. "Those guys should just give up now and save themselves the embarrassment of losing by an even wider margin than they're at right now."

"It'd be more merciful if they did," I said. "Like letting a terminally ill person take their own life."

"Nice analogy," Mickey said, laughin.

By half time, both Mickey and I had completely lost interest in the game. I never would have thought that I would say that about watching Duke, but this was just humiliating to see those IU guys stumbling around like inebriated idiots. Sighing, I looked over at Mickey.

"Wanna do something else?" I asked.

"I don't know," he said, shrugging. "We're both lying here naked, got erections again. I wouldn't have a clue as to what we could possibly do."

"Wise ass," I said, giving him a shove. "Wanna both go at the same time?"

"Sixty-nine?" he said. "Why not?"

We laid on our sides and went at it, sucking each other off, yet another first for me, having a cock in my mouth while my cock was in a mouth too. For the first time since we met, I could feel Mickey put his paws on my butt and tail. I didn't object in the least, rather liking it. Kind of weird how quickly things had progressed in less than twenty four hours since having my first male on male sex encounter. Mickey was such a sweet guy letting me set the pace of what we were doing, never once complaining, whining or insisting that I try something that I was uncomfortable with. We slurped, sucked and slobbered away on each others' cocks, savoring the flavor. It still amazed me that the fox could take my entire cock into his muzzle almost without effort. I didn't have a problem taking his cock into mine, probably because I was a bigger guy and he had a smaller member, but still, I marveled at his talented mouth. We went at it for about ten minutes when I came, then him. Basking in the afterglow, we laid back down beside each other, content, happy with where things were going.

"Hey," I said. "Since the game is such a bore, you wanna go do something?"

"Sure," he said. "Got something in mind?"

"You like to bowl?" I asked.

"Love it," he answered. "I try to go once a month."

"That so?" I said, getting out of bed and getting dressed. "I bet I could kick your butt."

"Think so?" he said, sliding off the bed. "We'll have to see, won't we?"

We got dressed and got in my car, ready to see just who could kick whose butt in bowling.

There was a place called "Thunder Alley" a few blocks away from my apartment. It was my favorite place to bowl for two simple reasons. One, it was close, therefore, convenient. Two, there was no smoking allowed, so I could breathe relatively clean air in the place. I guess I'd add a third reason to the list; they had great food there too.

We walked into the Thunder Alley, hardly surprised that only a few lanes were occupied. I'd never known them to be very busy on a Sunday afternoon, though Saturday night the joint would be jammed packed with families and parties filling up the lanes, and the arcade that the place had--pretty rare to see such a thing like that in this day and age. We went to the counter, getting our shoes and paying for the lane. Mickey tried offering to split the cost, but I insisted on paying. After all, it was my idea to come here, so it was only right that I be the one to foot the bill.

We each selected a bowling ball that seemed to suit us. Walking down the steps to our lane, number seven, I sat down at the chair with the keyboard, typing in our names. Mickey put his bowling shoes on and stretched out, obviously wanting to stay nice and loose for our little competition.

"You're the guest, so you go first," I said, putting on my shoes.

"Alright, " he said.

Picking his ball up, he watched the pinsetter put the tens pins into position. Walking into the lane, he raised the ball to his face, carefully taking aim. Swinging the ball back, then forward, he let it fly down the lane. It curved as it slammed into the pins, knocking all of them down. He walked back to the chairs, sitting down and grinning smuggly.

"Your turn," he said.

Sighing, I got up and retrieved my ball. Needless to say, I had to get a strike to stay tied with him. Glaring down the alley, I raised the ball up, ran forward and loosed it. I watched in horror as my ball clipped a single pin. Groaning at such a poor start, I waited for my ball to come back. I looked over at Mickey. He had that same smug grin on his face, only it had grown wider, more obvious. I shook it off as my ball returned. I don't know what the hell was wrong with me, put I went up there again and threw the ball into the gutter. I couldn't believe it, the damn gutter! Covering my face in shame, I sat back down.

"You sure you didn't play for IU?" asked Mickey, chuckling.

"Oh, shut up," I said, still completely embarrassed at what a rotten first frame I had bowled.

After a few frames, I found that Mickey comparing me to the IU players we had seen earlier that day was spot on. To say my game stunk would have been an understatement. I'm surprised the few people there at the alley didn't complain about how bad I smelled. I had to give Mickey props. He looked like a real natural out there in the lane. By the time the tenth frame was over, I had scored a meager 78 points to his 214. I think even the IU players would have made fun of me if they had witnessed such a terrible display of my skills today.

"Hey," said Mickey, patting me on the back. "Just a game, man."

"I know," I said. "Guess I need some more practice, huh?"

"Meh," he said, taking off his bowling shoes and putting his street shoes back on. "No big deal."

"I wanna do it again," I said.

"Bowling or what we were doing prior to coming here?" he asked with that lovely smirk of his.

"Both, though the latter sounds much better to me right now," I responded.

"Cool," he said, standing up. "You wanna come over to my place now?"

"Alright," I said. "I've been wondering what your place looks like."

"Well, now you'll get to find out," he said, picking up his ball and bowling shoes.

We left the alley with me wondering how I had ever found such a cool, nice guy to be with.