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My cell phone kept ringing and dinging, getting calls and texts from Mickey. Still lying in bed sobbing, I didn't answer any of his attempts to contact me. How could this have happened to me? Three girlfriends in four years, and now I had royally screwed up a friendship with a guy who I viewed as my best friend. I thought everything was going swimmingly. We were so good together, hanging out, screwing around. It was perfect, or so I thought.

I finally stopped crying two hours after I got home. At this point I was probably dehydrated from shedding so many tears. I got out of bed, looking at all the missed calls and messages from Mickey. I quickly turned away, ashamed of what I had done. I went out to the kitchen and got some cold water from the refrigerator. My mouth and throat were parched, so I drank down the entire bottle of water, not bothering to refill it either. I decided to take a hot bath; a rare thing for me as I almost always took showers. Depressed, distraught and thinking that I was just about ready to end it all. I sauntered into the bathroom, pulling my clothes off before turning the faucet on, trying to find the right water temperature. The sound of running water mixed in with the exhaust fan in the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror, thinking that I was probably the stupidest person in the world right now.

The bath water reached the desired level, so I turned the faucet off and climbed in. It was soothing, but it couldn't assuage the guilt I was feeling right now. I sighed over and over, feeling sorry for myself for letting it happen. I tried to block out the thoughts, but it was futile. I stayed in the tub, occasionally turning on the faucet to heat up the cooling water.

In the evening, I was watching television, not having the energy to do any reading that night. I guess I might have felt marginally better, key word being marginally. Sitting around in a pair of boxer shorts and t shirt, I couldn't take my mind off all the wonderful times Mickey and I had in the past month. He was just so easy to get along with, such a clever, fun guy. Leave it to me to fuck it up. I flicked through the channels, not finding anything good on at all. What a surprise, it was Sunday night after all. Making who knows how many rounds through the various channels, I finally turned off the television, deciding that I would try and go to bed, even though it was still way early for that. Gong to my bedroom, I flopped down on my bed, pulling the covers over me, I turned off the lamp on my nightstand and turned to my right side, trying to find sleep, but all I kept seeing was my alarm clock telling me what time it was. I switched to my left side, yawning. My eyelids were getting heavy and I was almost ready to sleep when I had an epiphany. How was I any different than my three previous girlfriends. They'd all been dishonest about who they were, what they really wanted. I was just like them! Instantly, my eyes were wide open. I turned the lamp back on, threw some clothes back on, grabbed my phone and headed out the door. I had to go over to Mickey's and tell him the truth.

I'll never understand how I didn't end up in a wreck or get pulled over by the police as I sped towards Mickey's apartment, a single thought running through my mind. The tires to my car screamed as I made a hard turn into the parking lot of Mickey's apartment. I got out of the car, ran into the front door of the building, but by this point, I knew I had to calm down. I used the elevator instead of running up the stairs to get to his apartment. Once there, I knocked on the door, it slowly opened, revealing the figure of Mickey standing in the entry way.

"Hey," I said softly. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah," he said, not in his normal laid back tone. I could tell he was upset with me, so I had to play things carefully, extremely careful.

I sat down on the couch, trying to chose the words to adequately convey how I felt about this whole situation. Mickey walked over to me, arms folded, an angry, hurt expression on his face. I'd never, ever seen him look anything like this before. I took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry about earlier today," I said, looking up at him.

"Oh," he said with a huff. "You mean the part where you fuck me then run out of here like I have the plague, then you don't answer any of my texts or calls? Would that be what you're talking about?"

"Yeah," I said, swallowing hard, feeling my voice almost go out. "That would be the one."

"What's really going on here, Johnny? I thought everything was going just fine, then you run out on me without an explanation. Did you feel disgusted with yourself for what you did with me?"

"No," I said, my voice growing weaker.

"Was it when I licked your face?" asked Mickey, his voice not as hostile this time.

I shook my head. He threw his arms up in the air in frustration. "What is it then? Tell me."

I cleared my throat yet again. "Mickey," I said, feeling my voice come back. "When I started out looking for another guy to be with just for casual fun, I had no idea that I would meet anyone like you. I thought I'd just get some creepy old guy who I'd want to chase away after he was done sucking me off. I got way more than I bargained for. You;re the nicest, sweetest guy I've met in my life, and I'm just worried that our relationship might end if I were to tell you something."

"What?" he said, throwing his arms up in the air again, probably ready to slap me to get me to spit it out.

I put a paw over my face as I felt my eyes well up with tears. I stood up, wiping my eyes and looking right at him as I told him the truth. "I'm in love with you."

His jaw dropped when he heard the words. "What?"

"I never intended for it to happen, but it has," I said, trying to hold back my emotions. "You're all I think about from the time I wake up until I go to bed. I even dream about you. It's not just the sex either. I love spending time with you, I love being in your company, I love everything about you. Please, tell me you feel the same way, Mickey Collins."

I watched as he went from a stone statue, not making a sound or movement at all, but then I saw it. Tears welled up in his eyes, he broke down crying as he reached out hugging me. "Oh, I'm in love with you too, Johnny Boskovic!"

Just the words I hoped I would hear. I held him tightly as he sobbed into my chest. "I'm sorry," he said, looking back up at me. "I was worried how you'd feel too, Johnny. I didn't want to scare you off. I . . . I think I fell in love with you from the moment we met."

I laughed, wiping the tears away from my face. "Looking back, I think I felt the same way, but didn't want to admit it," I said. "I never want to do anything to hurt you. I want to be yours."

"I feel the same," he said, giving me that oh so lovely grin of his. "Feel . . . feel like celebrating the change in our relationship status?"

"Sure do," I said, no longer crying.

We went into Mickey's room, quickly getting undressed. Here I was for the very first time seeing not just my friend naked, but my boyfriend. Never in a million years did I think I would be saying those words in association with my own romantic relationship, but when talking about having Mickey as a boyfriend, it sounded stupendous. My new boyfriend walked over to me, throwing his arms around me, I did the same, resting my paws on that lovely butt of his. For the first time, we actually kissed. Pretty odd that kissing would come after everything we did, but oh well.

"I'm glad you're in my life, Mickey. I've never been more in love with you than anyone in my life," I said.

"Feeling's mutual," he said, grinning back at me. "I appreciate all the nice things you said about me out there."

"Meant every word of it," I said, rubbing his rump.

"Anything else you wanna tell me?" he asked.

"Actually, yeah," I said. "You've got the cutest butt in the world."

"Thanks," he said, laughing. "And?"

"You suck a mean, mean cock," I said. "What about me?"

"Well," said Mickey. "You've got the biggest cock of any guy I've ever been with."

"And?" I said, waiting for more.

"That's it," he said with a shrug.

"Fuck you," I snarled jokingly.

"Actually," he said, breaking our hug. "I was hoping you'd wanna try that again."

"Sure," I said. "Promise I won't freak out like before."

"Cool," he said, getting into his drawer. This time he only brought out the lube. "Since we're a couple now, I think you can do me bareback, that is, it it's okay with you?"

"It is," I said. "Always more fun fucking in the raw."

"Yeah," he said, smearing his butt with the lube. "I can see you don't need oral service this time."

Indeed I did not. I was so ready for this. I took the tube from him, smearing my already hardened dick with the cold, slippery substance before we got into bed. Unlike before, I leaned down and locked muzzles with him as I went about plowing him into next week. It was absolutely the greatest sex I ever had in my life, and I mean that. Mickey's legs were in the air, spread wide as my lupine frame fucked his vulpine body crazy. Every once in a while, we opened our eyes, staring at each other as we made love. There they were, those gorgeous sapphire blue eyes of his. We panted, our breath hitting each other in the face. I put my paw on his cock, jerking him off--the least I could do since I was having the time of my life. We grunted, groaned, moaned and made all those other weird sounds associated with sexual frenzy. Finally, sweating, tired, I came, blasting my load into that tight, cute ass of his as he shot his load onto his stomach and chest. My cum coated his butt fur, while the other part of it ran onto the bed. I pulled out and laid down on the bed. Mickey took a tissue and wiped off the very substance I had just coated him with, as well as the substance he had coated himself with, throwing the tissue into the wastebasket. Grinning, he laid down on top of me. God, he was the most gorgeous thing in the world to me.

"Gotta ask," said that gorgeous fox. "Did I convert you, or did you always have these feelings?"

"Let me give you a long answer," I said. "You remember that article I told you about that was trying to explain sexuality?"

"Sure," he said.

"You know what I came to realize about sexuality? Heterosexual, homosexual, bisexual, asexual . . . they don't mean anything to me at all. It's about the person. I don't care what anyone wants to call me, all I know is I'm in love with you."

"I'm in love with you too," said Mickey. "But to be fair, I would certainly call myself homosexual."

"Would have never guessed," I joked. "I mean, sucking a guy off and letting him fuck you . . . those aren't gay, are they?"

"Damn skippy they're gay," he said, giving my face a quick lick. "That doesn't bother you, does it?"

"Nothing bothers me when I'm with my cute foxy boy," I said with a smile.

"Ugh," he said, rolling his eyes. "I hate being called foxy."

"Foxy, foxy, foxy," I said, taunting him. "You're my cute widdle foxy boy."

"Okay," he said, rolling off from on top of me. "I'll let you say it, you big bad wolf."

"Now, I do like that one," I said. "But to be clear, I'm only bad in bed."

"Hope you stay that way," he said, cuddling up against me.

I looked over at the clock It was getting a little late, but not super late. I yawned, thinking that I really didn't want to drive home right now. I'm sure it didn't have a thing to do with having my cute, handsome boyfriend snuggling up against and now licking my ears affectionately. No, not at all.

"You got any sick days where you work?" I asked.

"Yeah. Why? You thinkin' about blowin' off work tomorrow?" asked Mickey.

"Sure am," I said. "But only if you want to."

"Never used a sick day yet, so it'll be a first," he said resting his head on my chest.

"Good," I said. "Hey, Mickey?"

He looked up at me. "Yes?"

"Just so you know," I said, wrapping my arms around him. "You're not just my boyfriend now, you're also my best friend."

"Same here," he said, putting his head back down.

I turned off the lamp, leaving us in darkness. As I laid there, I could tell that Mickey had fallen asleep quickly. I guess getting fucked in the ass twice in a day will tucker a guy out. I kept thinking about the way life had turned out for me, getting a boyfriend. I knew there were going to be challenges, questions from friends and family about what "happened to me" for this to occur. I'm sure there were even going to be the bigots calling me filthy names, but as I laid there, my arms wrapped around Mickey, I didn't care. As long as I had my my cute little foxy boy, my boyfriend, my best friend, nothing else mattered.