Quinn sat rustling his fingers through his snow-white fur, waiting impatiently for his friend, Toki to call. Earlier in the week, he and the red fox agreed to get together to do something other than just playing games over the internet, and now his Saturday night was wasting away. Eventually, after having written a page or two for an arbitrary short story, Quinn finally received his call. He had become so absorbed in his writing that he completely forgot that he was even expecting a call in the first place.
	
“It’s about time,” the white wolf said, purposely trying to sound as impatient as possible.
“Sorry, Sorry, but I think I may have found something fun,” Toki said.
“What’chya got?”
“Weeeeellllll,” the fox began, “I was thinking about hitting up a bar.” Quinn immediately new what he meant and released a loud sigh with a faint oh god following. The wolf simply played along, hoping his suspicions weren’t correct.
“But we’re not old enough to drink,” Quinn said as flatly as possible.
“Alcohol isn’t exactly their main attraction,” the fox began.
“Why do I get the feeling that I’m not attracted to their main attraction?” the wolf questioned, trying to sound as exasperated as possible.
“Plleeeaaasssee, I don’t want to go alone. Besides, you don’t even know which way you swing. Maybe you’ll see something you like.” Toki could practically hear Quinn rolling his eyes over the phone.
“You’re so lucky that I just finished writing in this character. But I swear to God, if I get my ass groped,” Quinn trailed off.
“I doubt they’re that sleazy. Worst comes to worse, some guy offers to buy you a drink. Just turn ‘em down IF you’re not interested,” Toki replied.
“I dunno, I think I might just have to deck myself out in pink triangles and dye my fur rainbows. I like free stuff,” Quinn joked.
“Thought you weren’t old enough to drink,” the fox teased, “Well, whatever, I’ll be over in a few.” The two friends then hung up their phones, and Toki was over at Quinn’s within five minutes. “Hey shorty,” the fox said, despite being the same height, 5’ 9”, as Quinn. The red fox always joked about Quinn being a few inches shorter than the species’ average. The two then headed over to Toki’s beat up Bronco.
	
“You still drive this thing?” Quinn asked as he reached for the door handle. He felt like he was ripping the door off the car every time he opened it.
“You know you love it,” Toki replied.
“Doesn’t keep it from being a grade-A, government certified P.O.S.”
“Just get in, I promise it won’t disassemble itself on the road.” They slammed the doors shut and the Bronco stuttered out onto the street. On the way to the bar, Quinn wondered what he could possibly do to keep himself occupied while his fagbag of a friend lit torches around the bar. He settled on just running up Toki’s tab with pretzels and any other food if they served any. 
Eventually, Toki and Quinn rolled up to the establishment, only for the wolf to realize that the sign on the side of the building read “CLUB.”

“Oh fuuuuck yooouuuuu,” Quinn complained. The fox simply grinned and dragged the wolf inside.
“Ah, don’t be a spoilsport. Besides, at least here you have something to do other than watching me lift tail for other guys,” Toki said, trying his best to keep the white wolf from running away.
“But my dancing is terrible.”
“Mine is too, but that doesn’t stop me.”
“You have ulterior motives, though.”
“C’mon, just try. Maybe you’ll enjoy yourself,” the fox paused, “or someone else.”
“Shaddup,” Quinn replied. He and Toki then found a table and ordered some soft drinks. The red fox chugged his coke and left for the dance floor while Quinn slouched in the booth and sipped on his cherry soda. After a while, Toki found an otter to dance with, and Quinn was pretty much left alone until a tall gray timber wolf walked over to his table.

“That your fox over there?” he asked.
“Yes, wait no. We’re not- I mean I’m not. I don’t swing that way. We’re just friends,” Quinn said, fumbling words like a bad quarterback. The timber wolf chuckled, then sat down across from Quinn.
“He drag you here, snowflake?” the timber wolf asked. Quinn wasn't sure how to respond.
“Uh, yeah, kinda. He said we were just going to a gay bar,” the white wolf answered.
“And you joined him anyway?”
“I had nothing better to do.”
“Or just no one better to do.”
“You sound just like him.”
“Oh do I? So, where 'ya from snowflake? A nice lookin' arctic wolf like you is a bit far south, don't you think?” the timber wolf teased.
“I'm not an arctic wolf, my parents are timbers. I was born albino,” Quinn replied.
“That explains your red eyes, but it must suck not being able to go in the sun or anything,” the timber wolf said. Quinn laughed.
“Where did you hear that one? Yeah, my eyes are a bit sensitive, but so long as I wear sunglasses, I'm fine. Even without them it's not so bad. I got lucky that my vision isn't screwy,” Quinn explained, “So, what's your name? All this relaxing interrogation and you fail to so much as introduce yourself.” The timber wolf smiled.
“I'm Sammy, you?” the timber wolf said.
“Quinn,” the white wolf replied.
“Well Quinn, I'm going to go dance now, wanna join me?”
“I told you, I don't swing that wa-” Quinn began.
“You don't have to be gay to dance with another guy,” Sammy interrupted.
“I don't know, I'd say doing so is pretty damning considered we're in a gay club and all. Besides, Toki wouldn't let me hear the end of it if he saw me dancing with someone.”
“Toki?”
“My fox friend. It's short for Tokido.”
“That sounds like a pet name.”
“His idea. And I guess it kind of is. Back in my sophomore year of high school, he started hitting on me and made advances. I told him I wasn't interested, but he was convinced that I wanted him,” Quinn said.
“And you made friends with hm instead?” Sammy questioned.
“He was fun to be around when he wasn't trying to get in my pants. We liked the same things and had the same hobbies, sans men hunting. He promised to stop hitting on me in public if I called him by the pet name. It probably flips a switch up in that head of his.”
“What would happen if he saw you making out with another guy?” Sammy asked. 
“As much as I'd like to see his reaction, you're not getting any tongue from me,” Quinn said, “Besides, I'm pretty sure he's over me by now.”
“Can't blame a guy for trying,” Sammy said in a dismissive tone.
“I know you can't help it. I know just how sexy my white coat is, especially where the sun hasn't touched it,” Quinn joked, but then he caught himself. He honestly had no idea where that came from. The white wolf didn't know if he was flirting with the timber wolf or not now.  Was he really not interested and just being facetious, or was he subconsciously playing hard to get? Sammy began to pick up on Quinn's internal confusion, and started to tease him.

“I guess I'll never know about that. I wonder how well a cute snowflake like you would melt on my tongue,” the timber wolf said. Quinn felt his face heat up, and if he had no fur, he was sure that it would be a brilliant bright red. Then his bladder stepped in, providing an excellent opportunity to get out of there for a minute.

“Excuse me, I need to go to the restroom real quick,” Quinn said, eager to take a break from his chat with the other wolf. On his way over, he saw Toki sitting and talking in another booth with the otter from before. In the restroom, he went to the nearest urinal and let himself relax for a few seconds. He noticed when he unzipped his pants that his penis was poking out of his sheath a tad, but pushed the thought aside. When he went to wash his hands however, the timber wolf stepped in. Quinn didn't know whether he should try to avoid him and go back to the table or see if he had something to say, but it didn't matter. Before he could make a decision, the larger timber wolf gently pushed Quinn up against the wall and stood there with one hand pressed against it over the white wolf's shoulder. Quinn knew that he was tall, but for the first time, he noticed how tall Sammy really was. At the very least, the timber wolf was a foot taller than Quinn, and even though he was in what should have been a tense situation, the white wolf felt a little excited.
“Well, I've gotta' run now, but if you want to get back in touch, then just give me a call,” Sammy said. There was a slight inflection on the words 'in touch.' The timber wolf then handed over a napkin with his number on it. “Hope to hear from you soon, snowflake. And here, something to make sure you don't forget about me.” Sammy leaned in and kissed Quinn for a fraction of a second, then broke away and headed out the door. Quinn was left paralyzed, and it took him about two minutes to snap back to reality.
The inside of his head was a mess. He was so confused that he could barely stand, and it was a miracle that he made it back to his booth without falling over or bumping into anyone. When he got there, Toki and his new otter friend were chatting it up.  Quinn just put his head down on the table until Toki spoke to him.

“You alright there, Quinn?” the red fox asked.
“Yeah, just a little queasy,” Quinn replied.
“He didn't take any free drinks, did he?” the otter interjected.
“What- no,” Quinn and Toki said simultaneously.
“Anyway, Quinn, this is probably going to be my new boyfriend, Leo,” Toki said. The otter smiled and said 'hi.'
“Nice to meet you,” the white wolf said. His voice was tired and wavy.
“You sure he didn't have any drinks?” Leo asked Toki. Quinn just rolled his eyes and put his head down again. The red fox noticed that Quinn had some kind of paper in his hand, and snatched from him before the wolf could tighten his grip.
“Hey!” Quinn shouted and grabbed back at the napkin. However, it was too late. The fox already recognized the meaning behind the ten numbers on it.
“Yoooooooooooooooo,” Toki started, “Leo, yooooooooooo.” Leo then looked at the napkin.
“Yyyyyyoooooooooooooo,” the fox and otter yelled in unison.
“Was it that wolf who sat down with you after I left for otterboy over here?” Toki asked. Quinn simply nodded his head.
“I should've known where that conversation was going when he called me 'snowflake.'” Quinn moaned, “I thought he was just making fun of me, but he already had a pet name lined up before he even sat down aaaahhhhhhhhhh.”
“I thought you weren't interested in gay guys. What're you so worked up for?” Toki asked.
“You dragged your straight friend to a gay club?” Leo asked.
“Not now, I wanna hear Quinn's story.” Toki said.
“He sat down, asked me if I was here with Toki- actually I should've known what he was going for right then and there. Anyway, he asked about me, where I was from, and I told him about other stuff. He invited me to dance, but I refused, so he just kept sitting with me. Eventually, he asked whether making out with him would make you jealous, but at least I saw through that one, then he said 'Can't blame a guy for trying.' And that would've been fine, except I replied with 'I know you can't help it. I know just how sexy my white coat is, especially where the sun hasn't touched it.'” Quinn explained.
“You do realize that you flirted with him, right? Or at least that sounds a hell of a lot like flirting,” Leo said. Quinn nodded.
“How did he reply?” Toki asked.
“He said 'I guess I'll never know about that. I wonder how well a cute snowflake like you would melt on my tongue.'” Quinn muttered. Toki and Leo stared at each other for a good five seconds before vocalizing their opinion on the matter.
“YYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO,” the fox and otter shouted. They were loud enough to turn a few heads. Quinn decided against telling them about the kiss, on the grounds that their shouts might destroy the eardrums of everyone in the room. Eventually, the three of them got bored of sitting around drinking soda, so they headed out .

“I gotta take Quinn home first, mind riding in the back of my Bronco until then, Leo?” Toki asks.
“That's fine,” Leo said, “Just make sure the thing doesn't break down on us okay?”
“Don't you have a car, Leo?” Quinn asked.
“No, I live near that club, so I just walk there,” Leo began, “You know, I enjoy a good spit roasting, so if you're feeling a little adventurous Quinn...” Toki stifled a laugh, but didn't reject. They all then hopped in the car.
“Because of the flaming fagbag next to me, I think my yearly quota of adventure has been reached. Thanks for the offer to be the third in a threesome, I guess. But now I know that you two are about to have sex once I'm gone and that doesn't help me settle down at all,” Quinn said. 
“Jealous?” Toki joked.
“Hell no,” Quinn said. The white wolf was partially relieved when the Bronco pulled up to his house. No longer did he have to deal with his best friend's insufferable sexual banter. Exhausted, Quinn just plopped down on his bed and fell asleep. Of course, he dreamed about Sammy. It wasn't a sexual dream, but more of a 'what the fuck is going on I don't know what I'm doing' dream. Even his subconscious was a little rattled. Somehow, he still managed to get a decent amount of sleep, and he was thankful for the distraction of schoolwork to keep his mind off Saturday Night. This distraction held up until Thursday, when he was done with most of his classes for the week. With free time back, so came thoughts about Sammy's advance onto him. The napkin with the timber wolf's number laid next to the land line, and every time Quinn walked by it, he nearly picked up the phone to call.

The white wolf didn't really understand his apprehension for the relationship. He never really identified as gay, straight, or bi, but it felt weird to want to commit to one of the categories. Quinn had built a non-sexual self-identity for the longest time, and now it was crumbling around him, but the transition still confused him. Sometimes when he thought about Sammy, he was grossed out, and other times, he became slightly erect. The whole mix of emotions gave him a headache and stomachache. However, on Friday after classes were done, Quinn sat on the couch and just kind of spaced out. Most of his thoughts drifted toward Sammy, and he found himself wondering more and more about what the timber wolf looked like without his shirt on. Then it was his pants, then underwear, and before he knew it, he had sticky paws. This is when he finally made up his mind, and, after cleaning himself off, called Sammy. The timber wolf picked up after the first ring.

“Hello?”
“Uh, hi Sammy. It's me,” Quinn said in a shy tone. The white wolf was almost sure that Sammy had the smuggest of all grins on his face right now.
“Well hello, snowflake,” Sammy said. This time Quinn smiled when he heard the name.
“I wanted to know if you, uh, wanted to get together sometime, maybe tonight or Saturday?”
“Sure, what do you want to do?”
“I dunno, go to dinner and a movie?”
“Any good movies out right now?”
“Do laughably bad ones count?” Quinn asked sheepishly.
“Tell you what, why don't we have dinner, skip the movie, and go straight to sex.” Sammy suggested.
“Tonight or tomorrow?”
“Tonight.”
“Alright, but I don't have a car and wouldn't be able to pick you up. Is that an issue?”
“Not at all, how do you think I made it to the club in the first place?”
“Just checking. Split the dinner bill?”
“Deal. How's seven?”
“Perfectly fine, see you soon,” Quinn said.
“See you too, snowflake,” Sammy said. The two then hung up their phones, and Quinn began to scramble around for dinner money. While scrounging up dollar bills, his phone rang , and he rushed over in case it was Sammy. Instead, Toki was on the other end.

“Hey Quinn, you feeling better after last weekend?” Toki asked.
“Yeah, I'm good,” Quinn replied.
“I called to ask if you wanted to join me and Leo at the movies.”
“Aren't dates usually better with just two people?”
“I dunno, it sounded like Leo really wanted that threesome Saturday night. Anyway, if we wanted to do something romantic, we wouldn't ask you to join in. The movies are just more fun with more people.”
“Well, thanks for the invitation, but I'll have to decline.”
“Have plans already?”
“Yeah, I, uh, have a date with, well, you know,” Quinn said. The phone went silent, and Quinn knew what was coming next. Quickly, he tossed the phone over onto the couch and covered his ears. The loudest 'YYYYOOOOOOOOOO' yet exploded from the speakers, and Quinn could tell that it was both Leo and Toki together. Quinn reluctantly picked the phone back up.
“You done?” he asked.
“Yeah we're good. Shame you can't make it, but congrats on joining the fun side,” Toki said, “Now I can drag you to gay places in the future without feeling as guilty.”
“Har, har. Well, talk to ya' later, Sammy will be here soon.”
“Oh, so that's his name!” Leo said through the phone.
“Goodbye, guys.” Quinn then hung up the phone and waited on the stoop until Sammy arrived in his civic. The car was black and screamed 'College Student Mobile.' Quinn didn't care though. All he wanted was the one driving it.
	
“Sorry it's not the fanciest of rides,” Sammy said.
“Not at all. I'm used to my friend's Bronco, so this is really a step up,” Quinn replied. Sammy chuckled, and they both then stayed quiet for most of the ride until they arrived at a place named Colors.
Quinn began to ask if it was a gay establishment, but Sammy assured him that it was normal dine-in family restaurant. And it was, you saw a decent amount of children and some select couples here and there, but the environment didn't swing one way or the other. Quinn was partially relieved. He still felt awkward about everything, but was ultimately happy with his decision.
	
For their meals, Quinn had a large nacho basket with a side salad while Sammy devoured an eighteen ounce steak which Quinn helped out with. To Quinn, a college student, this food seemed like the epitome of fine cuisine, and Sammy seemed to feel the same way. The two didn't even talk that much while eating since they were drilling through it too quickly. Though, after a while, they finished up and began to talk while the check arrived.
	
“That was pretty good, considering I've been living off instant ramen for the past few months,” Quinn said, trying to rise a conversation out of Sammy, “Anyway, where do you come from? I don't think you ever told me back at the club.”
“Ceville. It's a small town right on the Virginia-North Carolina border,” Sammy said, “Wasn't incredibly gay-friendly there, but I managed. That's some of the reason I came here to study. Andreas was probably my best bet considering San Francisco is across the entire country. It's very nice here.”
“I live about an hour away in the mountains,” Quinn began, “I wanted to get away from my parents, but didn't want school to get too expensive. I can't imagine what my mom would say if she knew I had dinner with you like this.”
“Are they homophobic?”
“Just the opposite. They thought I was gay ever since Toki in high school, so I'm sure she'd be laughing hysterically right now since I always denied their suspicions. Though, I doubt she'd want to hear about what we're going to do next.” Both Quinn and Sammy smiled.
“We can talk about that back at my place. Discussing it here would be a little inappropriate.”
“Whatever, I wouldn't know what to talk about anyway since I'm a total newbie,” Quinn said.
“Guess I'll just have to roll up my sleeves and teach you, then,” Sammy replied. The waitress interrupted their playful conversation with their check. The couple promptly paid, tipped, and hurried out to the car so they could get on with the night. 

Only one question sprung in Quinn's head during the trip to Sammy's place. He wondered if the timber wolf had any roommates, to which he confirmed that he did not. He stayed in his own apartment, like Quinn. The rest of the trip was silent, and the two wolves could both feel the sexual tension rising by the time they reached Sammy's abode.
The door slammed shut behind Sammy as the two wolves rushed to the bedroom, shedding their clothing like an extra winter coat. Inside, Sammy tackled the smaller wolf onto his queen mattress and locked muzzles with him. Even with his eyes closed and tongue occupied, Quinn could feel the bulk of the wolf on top of him. Sammy wasn't just tall, he was big. The white wolf felt the timber wolf's bulging biceps and chiseled pectorals as he ran his paws against his partner's fur. Sammy's abs were solid too, and his thighs were perfectly built. In between those thighs hung an erect cock which poked eight inches from his sheath and was two inches thick, not including the knot. Quinn himself got worked up from fondling and being fondled while exchanging spit, but after he was fully erect, Sammy paused for a moment.

“Oh wow,” the timber wolf began, running his fingers up and down Quinn's length, “This is a bit more than I was expecting.” Sammy then gave the white wolf a nice long lick up his two foot penis. “And it's thicker than my wrist too,” he said as he rubbed Quinn's member with both hands. The white wolf's dick was four inches in diameter, and he squeaked with every movement Sammy's paws made. He then pressed his muzzle into Quinn's now massive junk. “And your balls get bigger, too? I'm lucky that no one else has opened you up yet.” Quinn fidgeted while Sammy ran his tongue all over his nearly watermelon-sized balls. “Usually I'm more dominant, but now, I can't decide whether I want you up my ass or in my mouth.” Quinn's breaths were getting heavier now.
“Can you even take two feet?” Quinn asked, his paws on the other wolf's rear.
“I'm more worried about those four inches of girth stretching me out,” Sammy said, “But hey, I'm up for a challenge.” Quinn smiled and squeezed Sammy a little.
“Good, 'cause I've been wanting to stuff this ass since dinner,” Quinn replied. He had to hold himself back so he wouldn't explode while Sammy lubed him up. After he was good and slick, Sammy got into doggy position, bracing for impact. “Just tell me if it's too much. I'm fine with your muzzle milking me instead.”

Quinn then pressed his length in between Sammy's rear cheeks and positioned his tip right on the anus. Luckily, he had a fairly pointed tip, so the first inch or two slid right in. After reassurance from Sammy, he pressed onward, enjoying the tightness inside his partner as it tried to accommodate the monstrous dick. The timber wolf started to grunt after about two and a half inches of girth, and they only got louder as Quinn completely stretched him with all four inches. Even when those four inches were all in, Sammy's ass gave plenty of resistance through the first foot of length. Both wolves were making plenty of noise. Sammy gave out grunts of both pleasure and pain, and Quinn squeaked every so often when he felt Sammy's insides contracting around his penis. By the second foot, a large bulge protruded from the timber wolf's belly, and Quinn began humping. He wasn't able to slide in and out even a centimeter, but the motion helped to push him over the edge. Quinn howled when he came and Sammy moaned as he felt the wolf flood inside of him. Most of the cum spilled out of the edges where Quinn's dick entered Sammy, drenching both him and the bedsheets with his seed, but there was still quite a bit left inside the timber wolf. As Quinn's erection died down and returned to its sheath, the white wolf started to jerk Sammy off. No words were exchanged until Quinn was completely out of Sammy.
	
“O-Oh yeah, just keep going l-like that,” Sammy stuttered.”
“Nah, I've got a better idea,” Quinn replied. He then awkwardly stumbled over his still massive balls to get under Sammy, who was still in the previous position. The white wolf, on his back, then grabbed Sammy's throbbing penis and wrapped his muzzle around it. Sammy himself was of a decent size too: eight inches long and two wide. Quinn struggled to keep it in his mouth, but did a fairly good job regardless. With each lick, Sammy quivered above him, and it only took an minute of blowing to get the timber wolf to release. Quinn happily swallowed every ounce of cum that entered his mouth. They then just snuggled in the afterglow, covered in semen.
	
“You sure you've never blown another guy before?” Sammy asked. Quinn shook his head. “Jesus, I'm going to be so sore in the morning, but goddamn, it was worth it. You're amazing.”
“Having a cock my size helps,” Quinn replied, “We should do this again. Soon.”
“I call top next time. I'll show you the wonders that can be done with eight inches.”
“And I'll melt in your mouth.”
“You got it, snowflake,” Sammy said. The two then showered after a few more minutes and Sammy threw out the bedsheets all together, but he didn't mind. Instead, they slept on the couch. Quinn fell asleep lying down on top of Sammy, his white snowy head resting on the timber wolf's chest. Sammy put an arm around Quinn's back and fell asleep too.