June Story: Blitzkrieg’s New Briefs

June Story #1

4,238 words

Universe: Save the Day, created by Zia

Blitzkrieg was drawn by AJ the Canaan Fox

This is a stand alone story about the character Blitzkrieg and one of his more... interesting enemies. If you like these characters there could be more to come with them, so tell me if i should write more!

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The apartment was totally empty and still as the cool night air wafted in through the open window. The soft sound of traffic from a distant thoroughfare drifted in the window, but the only real sound in the room was Eric's soft breathing. It was after midnight, and most of Berlin was fast asleep. For all he knew, Eric was the only person awake in the whole apartment building. Of course the red fox should be asleep too, but Eric hadn't been able to sleep, not tonight. Not with what he now knew. After months of searching, of seeking this place, when he’d finally found what he wanted to know there was no chance he could sleep on the knowledge. So he'd come here, to this apartment, to wait and see if he was right.

It was a strange sensation, sitting on the floor like this. He was grown man after all; he hadn't sat on the floor since he was a child. But Eric couldn't risk disturbing anything in the apartment and arousing suspicion. Even the smallest change might be noticed before Eric had time to react. That was why Eric was staying very well hidden, because the fox couldn't be sure when 'he' would get back.

The lock on the front door rattled, and Eric perked up instantly. Karl, the wolf who actually lived here, opened the door to his ground floor apartment and set down the shoulder bag he was carrying. Karl closed the door behind him with a sigh. The big brown wolf rubbed a paw through his head fur, popping his back as he walked across the room, and passing right by the fox sitting in the middle of his floor.

The only way the wolf could have missed seeing him there was if Eric had been invisible. Which in fact, the fox was. Eric was as intangible as a ghost, totally and completely invisible to everyone but himself. Karl's foot had actually stepped right through the fox’s bushy tail as he’d walked by.

Eric turned, one paw touching the floor as he swiveled his head around to watch the wolf's ass as he walked over and closed the window and shut the drapes. The wolf's athletic body and taut, muscular ass were the same, as was his smell. It was him alright, Eric was sure. He had found him at last.

The invisible fox watched as the wolf's tail swung back and forth as he read through his mail, and that normal, everyday act gave Eric the proof he needed. Now that the window was shut tight and the drapes closed, Karl read through his mail so fast his paws blurred with speed as he opened the mail. This man, Karl Weber was the hero of Germany, the super-fast wolf called Blitzkrieg.

When the wolf was done he dropped the junk mail in the trash, and pulled his shirt off to get more comfortable. Eric grinned to himself as the wolf's tan, muscular chest came into view, his fireplug shaped body flexing in the low light as he walked down his short hall to the bedroom.

Eric got up followed Karl soundlessly, his body still insubstantial, even though a part of him was getting hard as he watched the buff wolf strip down to his underwear in his bedroom. Eric nearly swooned when he saw the tight red jockstrap the wolf wore under his jeans, the cotton fabric bulging so invitingly in front and framing Karl's muscular ass perfectly in the back. It made the invisible fox's tail wag and his mouth water.

Then, Karl made himself some food, a late night microwave dinner for one. Even while he was cooking, the wolf was moving around his apartment so fast Eric lost all track of him when he actually moved. Karl put the gear from his bag away, cleaned up the room, built some kind of model, and did it all in the space of a few minutes as a microwave meal heated up. It was amazing, and it fascinated the fox. Eric was watching the world famous hero Blitzkrieg going through his nightly routine, like any bachelor might, in a maroon jockstrap that showed off his ass in the most amazing way.

Karl didn't bother with setting himself a place at the little table, where he was building an intricate model of a battleship. He simply ate standing over the sink, and it seemed like chewing was the only thing the wolf did at normal speed. Eric followed the wolf into the kitchen, and sat back down on the wolf’s floor so he could get a good eye level view of the other male's crotch. This close, the sound of Eric breathing was masked by the wolf's actions as the fox sat between his feet. Eric leaned back against the cabinets of Karl's kitchen, his nose positioned so it was almost touching the bulge of that red underwear, staring up at the hero as if this were a dream.

And it did feel like a dream. A few months ago, Eric Hoffman would never have imagined he would be doing this. He was literally sitting at the feet of Germany's national superhero, smelling his crotch with the wolf totally unaware Eric was even there. Eric had worked in a cubicle his whole life, nothing more then a cog in the machine of Germany’s efficient government bureaucracy. He would never have broken into someone's house. Or used a tracking device to find out where they lived so he could follow them home. And he certainly wouldn't have sniffed another man’s crotch. Or sneak into gay brothels and watched other men having sex. Or robbed banks and stolen from the richest and most powerful men of Europe. All of which he had done since becoming the super criminal Phantom Fox. Everything had changed the day Eric had become so unnoticed that he was truly invisible, intangible as if he were not even there at all.

But Eric was here, and as the Phantom Fox he could do whatever he wanted.

Eric pressed his nose close to the wolf's bulging jock, letting his muzzle become just a little bit solid even as it remained invisible. He pressed his nose to the red fabric of Karl's underwear, feeling the rough texture of the fabric, and breathing in slowly. Blitzkrieg didn't react, the fox hadn't pushed hard enough to be noticed, but the wolf's penis reacted under the soft red cloth. It responded to the hot breathe washing across it by stirring some, the red fabric bulging out as the fox sniffed Karl's manly, musky scent.

It was a heady scent, a really wonderful smell that filled the fox's nostrils and made him grin deliriously. If only someone had told Eric he would be doing this a few months ago... well he would probably have shouted about the fact that he was straight and would never let a man's dick touch his face. He would have ranted and raved at the crazy person who thought that he, Eric Hoffman, would ever do such a thing. But Eric knew now, deep down, that this was what he had always wanted to do. He had never had the chance to do it before in the rigid structure of his life. Yet when given the power to become an invisible ghost who could go anywhere, Eric had leapt at the chance to become someone very different than his previous life.

A costume had been easy to make, and a bank robbery a cake walk for a fox capable of walking invisibly through walls. The bank hadn’t even noticed it had been robbed for a whole month! That led to a series of crazier and crazier stunts as the fox grew more and more brazen. He loved to simply appeared out of nowhere in the most secure locations in Germany, stand in front of a security camera for a few minutes, and vanish when the alarms went off. He appeared in photo shoots with celebrities and standing behind the queen of England when she came to visit the German Chancellor. Each stunt had been more fun and outlandish, and now, he was pulling of the biggest stunt of them all.

He had his face in Blitzkrieg's crotch, his hot breathe washing over the hero's balls, and the wolf was starting to sport quite an erection that was pressing into the fox's face. Eric's old co-workers and the flighty gay bar flies that had looked down on him could eat their hearts out now. He was nuzzling Blitzkrieg's dick!

There was a stuttering jump like the world had skipped a beat and Blitzkrieg's sweaty smelling crotch was gone, leaving the Phantom Fox on the floor by himself. The lights in Karl's apartment blinked off in quick succession, and Eric grinned to himself as he heard the sounds of someone moving about in the bedroom. It looked like it was bed time. Perfect.

Eric got up and padded slowly down the hall to the bedroom, his breathing coming in nervous little fits now. When he got to the closed bedroom door, he flowed through it seamlessly as if it were made of smoke.

The bedroom was dark, lit only by street light that filtered in through a high window. Eric caught his breathe, grinning as he looked at Blitzkrieg stretched out on his bed. The big wolf was on his back, one hand behind his head as he lay there in the warm summer air. Eric watched him for a while, the studly wolf shifting as he drifted off to sleep.

Laying there in that dark red jock strap, Blitzkrieg was easily the most beautiful man Eric had ever seen. The fox had always looked at other men, even if he'd never been willing to do anything about his feelings until recently, and the brown and tan wolf had the kind of body that made Eric's knees weak and his pants tight.

Really, really tight right now. The invisible fox shifted, trying to adjust himself, but it was no use. He had to get his pants off. He couldn't just take them off here of course; they would become visible once he took them off. Creeping quietly across the room, Eric slipped through the otherwise solid outside wall, and almost laughed at how funny it was that a row of bushes screened him from view. Eric panted as he undid his belt, shucked off his pants and pulled his shirt off. Forcing himself to calm down some, the invisible fox carefully folded his clothes and put them on the ground, leaving himself wearing only his briefs. He looked down at himself and grinned at the ultra thin black mesh underwear he was wearing.

Underwear had always been one of Eric's dirty little secrets, just like being gay. The more revealing, sexual, and importantly hyper masculine or feminine the underwear was, the better he liked it. He'd worn jock straps and panties to work before his change to give his life a thrill, and tonight he was expensive designer creations all the time. Anyone who could have seen him would easily be able to see his hard-on through the stretched, see through material of his black, thong briefs. That was how they had been designed after all, to show rather than conceal. Eric grinned at just how lewd wearing them with a hard-on was. The way his dick stood out proudly, the thin fabric stretched around it framing everything neatly. Eric stroked himself slowly through the soft fabric, and it sent a thrill up his spine. With that, and a huge grin, Eric turned around and walked back through the wall of Karl's apartment.

Back inside, the fox swished his tail as he watched the similarly near naked wolf on the bed. Slim and thin, Eric looked so different from the fireplug shaped, muscular wolf. Karl's barrel chest rose and fell slowly as he slept his abs easy to pick out beneath his light brown fur. One of Karl's legs twitched a bit, and Eric suppressed a sigh of desire. Blitzkrieg was a stud Eric would do anything for. The fox wished that for just one moment that Blitzkrieg would feel the same way about him, that seeing Eric standing there at the foot of his bed in slinky black, see-through underwear would get the wolf as hard as seeing Blitzkrieg in that alluring red jockstrap made Eric.

Still, being here invisibly was infinitely better then not being here at all. Eric climbed slowly and carefully onto the bed with his idol, keeping his body insubstantial enough so he didn't put any weight on the mattress, but also didn’t pass right through it. That was trickier than people thought it was, to use something like it was a solid surface while maintaining his insubstantial state so he put no weight on it. He'd practiced long and hard to get this kind of fine tuned control over his power, but this was worth it. Oh yes, this was totally worth learning how to do this. Because now, Eric's nose was an inch away from the musky, smelly bulge of Blitzkrieg, the hottest, fastest man in Germany.

Carefully, the fox nuzzled the bulge of the wolf's underwear, his nose rubbing against the wolf's balls. Eric's tongue rasped slowly across the fragrant cloth, starting at those fat round balls and tracing upward to caress his hidden cock. There was a twitch, the soft pressure on the fabric making the wolf's penis swell. Then, carefully, Eric licked again, but this time his tongue passed thought the fabric of Blitzkrieg’s underwear. The fox's warm wet tongue pressed against the head of the wolf's dick and sliding across the skin of Blitzkrieg’s penis. It was a trick that took real control, to be a ghost to the wolf's underwear but solid to his body, and Eric was proud of it. To Blitzkrieg, it would feel exactly like a warm wet tongue gently licking his cock, a phantom sensation of pleasure, and nothing else. Phantom Fox could feel the wolf's cock on his tongue, and he tasted the wolf's skin as he licked slowly. The wolf's cock twitched again, growing hard as the warm fox tongue lapped at it. Blitzkrieg shifted and sighed in his sleep, and if Eric hadn't been totally insubstantial, Karl would have Eric in the side of the head with his knee. But since the muscular wolf's leg didn't touch anything at all, passing right through his nighttime paramour as Blitzkrieg just settled back onto his bed and his dreams.

Blitzkrieg’s cock grew rock hard in his underwear as the fox continued his slow and deliberate appreciation of the hero with his mouth. Once he was fully hard Eric grinned, looking at the stretched red fabric, the thick length underneath it now standing up proudly. He wanted to see that cock, but Eric knew he would never get away with taking off Blitzkrieg’s underwear without waking him up. Oh well, he could still have exactly what he really wanted. A pair of sexy underwear was no barrier to the Phantom Fox.

Eric carefully put his paws on either side of Blitz's waist, kneeling on all fours over the wolf's crotch, opened his muzzle, and took the wolf's dick in his mouth right through the red fabric of the jockstrap.

The wolf made a soft whining sound and shifted in his sleep, and Eric closed his eyes and moaned with him. The fox's mouth was filled with the hard dick of his idol, and the firm flesh slid past his lips and over his tongue exactly the way he'd imagined it would. Eric could smell Blitzkrieg’s deep musky scent and taste the slightly salty sweat on his skin. The big wolf's shaft throbbed, rock hard against Eric's tongue as the fox began to bob his muzzle up and down, the invisible fox's muzzle passing right through the fabric of the wolf's red underwear. Eric even began rubbing himself through his own silky underwear and imagined it was Blitz's paw touching him.

A few quiet, tense minutes passed as the Phantom Fox sucked Blitzkrieg off. Anyone who walked into the room would see only a man in bed having an erotic dream. Eric was a ghost, completely invisible and intangible, except to Blitzkrieg’s cock as he slowly fellated Germany's hero with skill and evil glee, making the sleeping wolf moan and whimper. Only the soft slurping sound of Eric's muzzle moving gave any hint that there was another person in the room.

Eric's heart pounded in his chest. This was the most thrilling thing he'd ever done. Sucking a man's cock when they didn't even know he was there! And what a man! Blitzkrieg, an Extraordinary, the fastest man alive, was his play thing! Eric could do anything he wanted, and the wolf would never know. It made the fox so hard he was leaking through the thin mesh of his underwear. Eric slid a paw into his briefs and began stroking himself off, his paw rubbing at his raging erection almost frantically as the fox gave the best head of his life.

For Blitzkrieg, the combination of sleep and the warm wetness of an invisible muzzle were making his body respond exactly how nature and Eric intended. The wolf's paws clutched at the sheets. His legs tensed, twisting as if the wolf were running, passing through the fox as if he weren't even there. The wolf murmured and tensed, twitching and shifting as his dreams turned deeply sexual. Sweat starting to dampen the wolf's fur and the heady scent of Blitzkrieg’s musk filled the room and Eric's nose.

Eric panted around the hero’s hard cock, whimpering softly along with Blitz as the wolf thrust up into his mouth. Blitzkrieg was fucking the fox's muzzle, fulfilling Eric's deepest, most secret dream. He wanted to be this man's bitch, to suck Karl's cock every night of his life, just like this. He'd fantasized so many times about the hero of Germany and now, finally, it was happening. Blitz's breathing grew ragged; his legs were twitching in his sleep more and more as Eric's tongue swirled and danced over his cock as Blitzkrieg’s paws pulled at the sheets of his bed. Eric moved his muzzle down, taking Blitzkrieg to the hilt so the wolf's balls were pushed against Eric's chin. When Blitz let out a deep groan the fox moaned openly, vibrating the thick cock in his mouth as with a loud bark Blitzkrieg came.

The wolf's ball tightened as they pumped out their seed. The cock in Eric's mouth throbbed powerfully, the rigid shaft flexing in Eric's muzzle as it began to gush warm salty cum. The fox's own cock throbbed too as he jerked himself off furiously, and Eric came in his underwear as Blitz came into his mouth. The thin mesh of Eric's underwear didn't stop the jets of seed leaving the fox's cock, and drops of cum sprayed across Blitz's legs and sheets. Blitzkrieg’s balls were trying to dump a heavy load of wolf cum down the fox's throat, but his load was mostly caught by the red jockstrap he wore, but some of that delicious seed was pushed through the taut red fabric to fill Eric's maw. It was greedily sucked away by the fox's mouth and swallowed, and Eric's muzzle remained pressed fully into Blitzkrieg’s crotch.

As the wolf's dick stopped pulsing in Eric's mouth and the flood of cum slowed, Blitzkrieg jerked awake with a gasp, his eyes blinking in the darkness. The black and tan wolf was panting hard, his broad muscular chest heaving as he looked around the room in confusion. He even shook his head, ears flapping a bit as he tried to shake the cobwebs out of his thoughts.

Eric had instinctively made himself totally insubstantial when the wolf had come awake after cumming, and he pulled his muzzle away from the wolf's dick, taking as much of Blitzkrieg’s cum as he could with him. Eric looked into the wolf’s confused eyes, licking a thick rope of cum from his lips, his mouth full of the amazing wolf's taste.

Blitzkrieg’s eyes stared right through his phantom lover. There was not even a moment of realization that someone else was in the room with him as one of the wolf's paws reached down to touch his flagging erection. Karl let out a sigh, adjusting the now damp red jock strap. It was the kind of sad, downcast sigh of embarrassment every man makes when they wake up from a dream to find a load of jizz in his briefs instead of a lover in their bed. Blitzkrieg's paw reached farther down and he made a grumbling sound when he found cum all over his legs too.

"Damn I've got to find a girlfriend," the hero muttered. "I'm getting way too pent up," Blitzkrieg slid out of bed, his legs passing right through the fox on all fours in his bed. Eric suppressed a laugh, and the red fox's tail swishing through the air as Blitzkrieg stripped the cum laden jock strap off. In that moment, Eric Hoffman got his wish and saw the beautiful cock of Germany’s hero, a drop of cum dangling from his spent dick as Karl turned away and dropped the jockstrap into the hamper by the bathroom door, and he headed towards the shower.

Eric slid off the bed and followed the big wolf, a big stupid grin plastered across the fox's face as he watched the showering wolf. Blitzkrieg had a standing shower with a glass door, and the wolf's black and tan body was on glorious display as he washed himself. Water cascaded down the wolf's body, running over his impressive pink cock as the wolf worked the jizz out of his fur. Blitzkrieg even flicked his tail up when he bent over to wash his legs, showing off the hero's perfect ass as Eric savored his scent and the taste of Blitzkrieg’s seed on his tongue.

The Phantom Fox wanted to stay here forever. His muzzle was full of tangy wolf cum, and he could just watch as Blitzkrieg unknowing put on a show for him. He wanted to stay, to wait until Karl went to sleep and do it all over again, repeating this moment again and again. He wished he could take a picture, something to remember this by besides the lingering taste on his tongue.

With a soft sigh laugh, Eric had a terrible, but wonderful idea. He couldn't stick around much longer, the shower was filling the bathroom with steam, and the billowing mist tended to give him away if you knew what to look for. And Karl, wonderful as he was, knew what to look for. So while he could not stay and watch the hero, there was something Eric could take with him. The fox could even leave his new lover something to remember the night by.

Soundless and invisible, the Phantom Fox went back into Karl’s bedroom and pulled the dark red, cum covered, jockstrap out of the wolf's hamper. It vanished from the world as his paw touched it, but Eric could still see the sticky white cum filling the red fabric pouch as he held it up. Eric rubbed the jock against his face, breathing in Blitzkrieg’s scent and licking up the wolf's cum as he watched Blitzkrieg shower for a little while longer.

Then Eric stripped off his own underwear and buried the slinky black briefs in the wolf's hamper where the scent of his own fox cum wouldn't be easily noticeable. There, a fair trade, one pair of briefs for another. Giving a blow job to the hero of Germany was something he'd do for free any day.

Then, his face flushing as he blushed invisibly, Eric carefully slid Blitzkrieg’s jock strap on. Eric shivered as he felt the sticky wet wolf cum press against his cock, and his face burned at the deeply thrilling shame he felt having another man's cum rubbed into his fur. The jock strap was a little loose around his package while soft, but the elastic bands kept it neatly in place, and Eric doubted he would ever be soft while wearing this jockstrap. Putting on Karl’s sticky underwear made the fox hard again faster then he'd ever gotten it up a second time. With one last longing look at Blitzkrieg, Eric strode out of the hero’s room, going right through the brick wall of the apartment complex, his tail flicking back and forth over his bare ass. Phantom fox picked up his other clothing, making a makeshift bag out of his shirt, and sauntered home invisibly, his cock rock hard all the way home as he showed off his trophy to the world. Who cared if no one could actually see him wearing the red jock?

Eric wondered what good old Karl would think when he found the black, silky underwear when the wolf next did his laundry. Would he wonder how it had gotten crusty with cum? Would Karl recognize his scent on them, or would he only find it after the underwear had been washed clean? The fox would have to come back again to see if the wolf ever wore his new briefs.

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