Free Weasel Presents by Kyell Gold

Benton’s tail as his arms slid around the cougar, and though they were slender and not very muscled, they felt good; they made him feel warm and right in a way that Mishel’s never had. He tried to be careful at first, wary of his own strength, but the fox’s wiry build was deceptive. He was tough, and when he squeezed harder, Jherik returned the favor and found there was very little give.
    Benton was tugging at his tunic, so he helped himself out of it, then took Benton’s off as well. The fox hunched over, but Jherik gently straightened him up with a paw.
    “I’m so weak,” Benton protested as Jherik’s paw traveled down his reddish sides, his soft white chest fur. He could feel the fox’s ribs, and his stomach was soft, though Benton tried to tighten it against Jherik’s paw.
    “You’re beautiful,” Jherik said sincerely.
    Benton searched his eyes and then kissed him again, his black paw exploring Jherik’s chest in response. “Mmm.” Jherik felt its soft touch around the curve of his pectorals, and down his side, where he shivered and giggled in response. Benton brushed on the other side and giggled in sympathy as he got the same response, then dropped his paws to tease at the waist of Jherik’s pants.
    Before they went further, Jherik got up and sprang to the door, throwing the lock. Benton remained sitting on the cot, but stood as Jherik came back. “Sorry,” he said, but he didn’t look it. “I’ve dreamed of this for a while now.”
    “Don’t be sorry,” Jherik said, and grasped Benton’s paw, placing it right on his sheath. The fox smiled widely, keeping his eyes on Jherik’s as he gently rubbed up and down, making a soft sound of contentment.
    They kissed for another long, luxurious moment, during which Jherik’s large paw found its way to Benton’s pants as well. Compared to Mishel’s--he stopped himself. Don’t compare, he said, and slid his paw up the long, hard ridge, enjoying the fox’s response and the increased pressure on his own hard sheath.
    It took only a few minutes of rubbing before Benton had had enough. He reached for Jherik’s pants, sliding his thin arms inside the cougar’s larger ones and deftly undoing the fastenings. Jherik let him work without protest, and smiled when his pants slid down and he heard Benton’s soft breath. The fox touched him tentatively, then with more confidence, gentle fingers brushing down his sheath and up the long, hard member extending up from it, giggling and rubbing the stickiness at the tip and bringing the dripping fingertips playfully to his muzzle.
    While he was licking, Jherik slipped his own paw down Benton’s pants and cupped his sac, then brought his pads slowly up the sheath, feeling a knot ( must be a canid thing ) already growing at the base of the fox’s erection. It fit comfortably in his paw, especially when he curled his fingers around it, which he discovered was a delightful way to make Benton moan and yip.
    After the third time, Benton pushed his paw away, panting and giggling. “I’m gonna come all over your paw,” he said.
    “That’s okay.” Jherik reached for him again.
    “Don’t you wanna do something else?”
    Jherik inclined his head. He brushed a finger around behind Benton, along the fox’s beautiful tail, and under it. “Like this?”
    “Er.” Benton lifted his muzzle to lick Jherik’s nose, and stroked his erection with a paw. “I want to do that, and I think I could sometime, but...you’re pretty big.”
    Jherik flicked his ears. “Oh. I don’t want to hurt you.”
    “You wouldn’t, if we did it right, but we don’t have the stuff. We’d need oils, and something to stretch me...what?”
    “Is there something I don’t know about my brother?” Jherik stared at the fox. “How do you know so much?”
    Benton lowered his ears. “I’ve been down to the Velvet Den. Haven’t you?”
    Jherik shook his head again. “That’s the brothel?”
    The fox nodded. “They have males and