Something different

As they sat there, trying to think of something, Ryan suddenly felt a little sick. Foxy, concerned, put his hand on her back.

"You okay lass?"

"No… just need a moment… that's all…"

Nodding his head, they sat there, relaxing until Ryan stood up and ran to the bathroom, her hand covering her mouth.

She ran down the hall before disappearing into the bathroom.

"Well… I'm guessing she's out of commission… so… I'm going to go spy on Alex."

There were two hallways that split off from the entryway. If you entered and went left, that was where Ryan and her sisters slept. Going right was where her brothers slept.

Unlike the left hallway, the right hallway was easier to navigate… a lot easier in fact.

Standing up, Foxy walks down the right hallway, trying to find Alex's room.

It took a bit, but he finally found it. With a smile, he cracks the door, peeking inside. He sees that Alex isn't sleeping… he's standing with his back to the door. He wasn't completely naked, he was wearing black boxers… and that was it.

He had three scars running along his back, though they didn't make him ugly, they made him… anyways, Foxy opened the door a bit more and saw that he was lifting a dumbbell. It looked like it was twenty pounds… and he could hear Alex saying… numbers?

"Forty. Forty-one. Forty-two. Forty-three. Forty-four. Forty-five."

What he was counting for, Foxy did not know. Whenever Alex would lift, he would say a different number before lowering the dumbbell.

Foxy slowly opens the door all the way before, getting a full view of Alex, asks, "What are you doing, lad?"

That's when the dumbbell fell. It hit the wooden floor hard, probably causing some damage as he spun around to look at Foxy.

"Jesus, what the hell are you doing?!"

"Oh… nothing, I just came over to say hi and to see what you were up to and all. Thought you'd be sleeping and whatnot… but here you are, lifting… and counting?"

"Counting?"

"Yeah, you were counting. Don't know what you were counting, but… you were counting."

"Oh… well… why are you still in here? I'm in my boxers talking to you… and you're naked… and hard…"

Foxy simply laughs before he says, "Oh relax. We're just talking. Not like we're doing anything else."

With a sigh, Alex says, "Doesn't matter, it's still gay."

"Um… hey, how about-"

"Why are you even here? Go play with Ryan or-"

"She's sick so… here I am."

Alex remains quiet for a minute before he asks, "She's sick?"

"Yep, she wasn't feeling good and then she ran off to the bathroom."

"And how long has this been going on?"

"Oh… just now… it's pretty weird."

Alex remains quiet for a bit before he laughs slightly and says, "Dude, you're screwed."

"How?"

"Well… how does being a father sound?"

"How does frottage sound?"

"That sounds… wait… what the fuck is that?"

Foxy stares at him before asking, "You don't know what that is?"

"No…"

"Want me to show you?"

"Is it gay?"

"Um… I don't know… maybe?"

With a sigh, Alex says, "Fine… whatever…"

Smiling, Foxy shouts, "Great! Take your boxers off."

"Wait what?"

"Take your boxers off."

"Um… do I have to bend over or anything?"

"No… why would you bend over?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Alex does as he's told and removes his black boxers, exposing his balls… and sheath. Foxy looks down and, seeing the sheath, he asks, "Um… what the hell is that?"

"What the hell is what?"

"My cock is red. Why is yours grey and white?"

"Mine isn't gray and white… it just isn't out yet."

Foxy stares at the sheath and he asks, "How do we get it out?"

"I don't fucking know. It comes out when it comes out."

Foxy continues to stare at it before Alex, with a sigh, runs his fingers through his tail. He had no idea what Foxy was planning… and he didn't like it at all.

Finally, once his cock came out, Foxy simply stared at it. "What?"

"Wow… just… wow…"

They both stood there, cocks facing each other, Foxy smiling while Alex rubs his arm nervously. Finally, Alex asks, "So… what now?"

"This," and Foxy closes the distance, pressing his cock against Alex's. Alex instinctively backs away, but Foxy holds him close, not wanting him to move.

"Why did I agree to this?"

With a laugh, Foxy says, "Because you wanted to try something new lad. Now just relax."

Alex once again relaxes, though already he doesn't want to be here anymore. Foxy simply grabs hold of both their cocks before gently pumping his arm, his hand pleasuring both organs.

Looking at Alex, he sighs heavily when he notices that Alex isn't even looking at what Foxy was doing… nor was he enjoying it. Instead, he was looking at the wall, wanting it to be over and done with.

"Lad, you ever do anything… 'gay' before?"

"No…"

"Never? Not once in your life?"

"No…"

Foxy suddenly stops and asks, "So you would never rub your cock against another cock?"

"No…"

"Why?"

"Because… I just… can't…"

Foxy simply stares at him before asking, "So… this is all… new to you?"

"Um… yeah…"

Foxy backs up a bit before he says, "I'm… I'm sorry," and quickly leaves. Alex, still naked, closes his door.

"Well… that was fucking weird…"

All the sudden, a very weird thought comes to his head. "Well… technically, he is a machine… so he has no gender… technically… so…"

He suddenly shouts, "Foxy!"

As if he was standing outside the door, which he probably was, the door swings open and Foxy looks at him with a smile. "You called lad?"

"Yeah… I'm going to lift some weights…"

"Okay… and you called because?"

"Well, I really think you should worship."

With a smile, Foxy waits till Alex picks up the twenty pound dumbbell before restarting his reps. Once he was going, Foxy fell to his knees before scooting in front of Alex, worshipping his cock for what it's worth.

With every lift, as Alex would say the number he was on, Foxy would bob his head, taking in Alex's cock into the back of his throat.

With a grunt and a groan, Alex would do what he could to lift the dumbbell, though as Foxy was worshipping his cock, it made it much harder.

And that's when things went from good to bad. As Foxy deep throated the red meat, Alex's door opened up… and in the doorway was Ryan.

She simply looked at the scene before her before she asks, "Alex, what'cha doing with Foxy?"

Alex simply ignores her, but Foxy pulls away from his cock and asks, "Lass, what are you doing here?"

"Hey, that's the same question I was going to ask you."

"Oh… well… I was… I was walking and I saw Alex naked and working out and I was like 'Hey there lad," but I tripped and I fell… I may need to wash my mouth out…"

"Ah, you tripped and fell on his cock… and he grunted in approval… and you were bobbing your head… must have been some trip."

"Yeah… it was…"

"Didn't know you liked cock as much as pussy."

He simply stares at her, not saying anything. She looked pretty mad… at least, he thinks she's mad. That's when she says the one thing that surprises Foxy.

"Wow, all this talking sure has gotten me thirsty. Say, do you have anything I can drink?"

Foxy, looking down at his cock, smiles and says, "That I do lass. How about you come over here and get it?"

And she does. Walking over to him, she watches as he lifts himself up before she slides underneath him, his cock pointing down at her. Opening her mouth, Foxy lowers himself down till he feels the warmth of her mouth surrounding his sensitive cock before tightening around it, giving his cock gentle sucks as Foxy goes back to worshipping Alex.

"Fifty… one… fifty… two… fifty… three… fifty… four…" Alex counts, though his mind is clouded in both pleasure and lust as Foxy bobs his head.

Foxy grabs hold of Alex's waist and deep throats Alex's cock, taking in as much as he could down his throat, all the while Ryan is doing the same to his.

Finally, Alex, with a very loud grunt, drops the dumbbell onto the floor before grabbing hold of Foxy's head, keeping it still long enough to flood his throat.

Once the first strands shot down his throat, Foxy, feeling the pressure build up within his cock, suddenly releases hot alabaster into Ryan's throat. She simply relaxes her gullet, taking as much of his cum as possible.

When it was over, Alex, letting go of Foxy's head, pushes himself away, his cock sliding out of Foxy's mouth. He falls into a nearby chair, drops of cum still dripping from his tip.

Foxy, wiping his mouth, sighs heavily. "Lass… you got me good…"

She simply grunts and affirmative as she gently caresses his cock with her tongue.

A/N: Hello, I decided that Alex needs a little pleasuring... and before you guys assume I just threw your ideas out the window and went with my own, I actually saved your ideas to a document so... I have them and I will not forget about them. Now, an anonymous reviewer said something about torture... um... did you mean BDSM or like legit torture? I'm assuming you meant BDSM because before it, you put foursome... so hopefully you meant BDSM and not legit torture... because that would be bad...

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it and thanks for reading. If you're homophobic and did not like Foxy giving a blow job... well... I'm sorry., but you're reading a lemon so slash should be expected. Like literally. If this was a huge surprise, then I did my job. So hopefully I'll post the next chapter tomorrow and it is almost December! Woot!

And my friend Assassin Wolf (the one writing Our Private Little War) sent me another character named Erik. After my slight interrogation (which was asking him what his name was) he told me his name is Erik. So he... um... he did a little fursona of himself... as a wolf... like literally. I asked him if the wolf should be gay, straight, or bisexual and he said do whatever.

So anyways, hope you enjoyed it and thanks for reading, reviewing, favoring, following, and liking it.