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Sneaky and Sloppy

By DeviantAmp

Dubious

“Baxter! You promised!”

The opossum inhaled sharply as he woke up for the fourth time this morning. He could have sworn that he was up, but he managed to fall back to sleep after telling his brother he wouldn’t. Francis had opened up the blinds to help him wake up, but even that was not enough. It only warmed his blankets enough to lure him back to sleep. Even thinking about the warmth was making it hard to stay focused and he was feeling exponentially more tired every second.

“I wanna go to the park. Baaaaxxxxttteeeerrr. Wake up!”

He shook his head, not wanting to get up even though his brother was pestering him. It was not like he would have to get up for the little squirt. He had no obligations and he was not about to start wasting his days getting up early when he did not have to. His mind was set on going back to sleep and waking sometime after the sun went back down, but he was interrupted when he felt the weight of his brother crawling onto the bed. He was about to ask what he was doing, but he could smell it before he could say anything.

He took a deep breath as felt the boy crawl up on top of him. He could smell Francis’s tailhole just a foot away from his face and it was stronger than it was yesterday. Neither of the boys had washed since their parents left and the smell was enough to lift Baxter’s head from his pillow. He followed the scent up until his nose stuffed right between his cheeks. He rubbed his nose against his brother before he gave him a couple kisses. It was heaven to him.

“Alright, fine fine. But we’re gonna need to shower if we are going to go out. You reek you little tur-”

Francis stopped his brother from finishing his sentence by putting some of his weight right on Baxter’s face. He had to put both of his paws up and catch the little opossum before he would have started to suffocate him. He pushed him up just enough so that he could comfortably reach his brother’s taint. He cocked his head towards the side, leaning in and letting his brother relax on his face just so he could begin to lick between his taint.

Francis’s scent was strongest right between his legs, something that paired perfectly with Baxter’s love for licking him right there. Francis purred like a kitchen while he let his brother lap at his taint. He wasn’t sure why his brother liked to smell and lick him as much as he did, but he was not going to question it as long as he continued to physically groom him. He had wondered if he would actually need a shower if Baxter continued to lick him like he did.

“Alright, alright. Enough of that. Get in the shower and I’ll go in after you.” Baxter said, indicating he was finished by giving his brother a light slap on his ass.

Baxter noticed his brother tail lifting into the air from the light slap, but he couldn’t see his face. He could only imagine it as he heard his brother let out a soft gasp at the touch and the opossum wondered if his brother liked it. Before he could give him another slap though, Francis did as he was told and hopped off the bed. He raced to the door before stopping and twisting his body back to his brother.

“Hey, wait! You’re just gonna fall asleep again!”

Baxter let out a smirk and rolled his eyes. It was his plan the entire time.

“Fine fine, I’m getting up. Actually, why don’t we just take it at the same time? That sounds like a fun thing to do.”

Francis smiled, nodding his head up and down before disappearing down the hall. Baxter laid back into the pillow, taking a quick second to close his eyes again before willing himself to get up. He had to roll out of the bed, almost throwing himself off the mattress completely. He spent all night watching TV, playing video games, and jerking off with his brother. He wasn’t sure who was corrupting who: was he turning his little brother into a sex fiend or was his brother turning him into a slob? He knew he needed to be active.

Baxter took one last deep breath, hoping to catch the smell of his and his brother’s stink one last time before they would wash it all off. He walked into the bathroom where his brother had the water running already. He was expecting to see Francis inside of the showertub, but instead he was just standing next to the toilet. A wide smile was on his muzzle and he was holding his dick, rubbing it shamelessly in front of his brother.

“Hey! Wanna watch me pee?”

Baxter forced a smile and raised an eyebrow at the boy before shaking his head.

“Um, I’m gonna pass this time. Don’t want to waste water.”

Before Francis could argue, Baxter jumped into the shower. He didn’t even mind that the water wasn’t fully warm yet, he just knew he had to escape before his baby brother asked him anymore weird questions. He knew about watersports, but he was never particularly interested in it and was not about to start with the little pervert. His face was red as his brother’s question bounced back and forth between his ears, echoing in his head and giving him collateral cringe. He looked through the stained glass doors of the shower and could see his brother trying to piss in the toilet but couldn’t while his dick was hard.

He could also see that his ears were folded back and his tail was bouncing from left to right. As always, the spazz took something so small and made it personal. The little incel definitely needed a lesson in how to properly handle being told no. He could swear he could hear him muttering something before the sound of him pissing made it too hard to tell. He was surprised he was even able to do it at all while being hard.

It wasn’t a moment later that Francis joined his brother in the shower, hoping in front of Baxter and stealing his stream. He could tell that he was still a little put off, but letting the cool stream calm his head. The water left beads trailing down his fur, not mixing with the greasy sweat immediately. He watched the water run down his hair and down his back, tracing all the parts of his fur that he wanted to lick up himself. He couldn’t help but think how beautiful his brother was and instantly had to have it.

He reached his arms around and draped them over his little brother’s shoulders. Francis let out a gasp and leaned back to offset the weight put on him. Baxter took the opportunity to feel him up, getting a good feel for his body. He was surprised it took him so long to explore him like this. He took his time, reaching down and using one of his hands to grasp the cusp of his brother’s pec. He scooped his brother’s breast and gave it a little squeeze while his index finger traced circles around his perky nipple.

“H-h-hey.” Was all Francis could muster up while he was being molested.

His brother was pudgy compared to him. The little porker could stand to lose some weight, but that would mean less tit to grab and Baxter was enjoying it too much. HIs other paw went down to his brother’s little bump and massaged it. It wasn’t too big but just enough that he could cradle it in his paw. Francis moaned softly, scared of all the new attention but enjoying the sensations. He instinctively backed himself up against his brother’s dick, letting it poke him just above his tail.

Baxter wished that there wasn’t a height difference between them. If they had lined up perfectly, he would have pinned him against the wall and took him right there. It was only then that he began to fully realize the age difference that the two of them had and it made his heart race. He’d never imagined himself to be the child diddler, even when he was stealing his brother’s underwear. Now that he was fully in it, he could see the appeal. His brother’s smooth soft fur and his high pitched moans were enough to set him off.

“You teased me too much, you little piece of meat.”

Neither could believe the words coming out of Baxter’s mouth, but they didn’t get enough time to think on it. Baxter pressed his brother against the walls and dipped his muzzle into his neck. He bit into his brother’s shoulder, getting a good amount of fur and flesh in his maw. He nibbled on it, grinding his teeth back and forth over his sensitive skin. One paw was focused on feeling up his brother, rotating between his tits, stomach, and dick while his other was furiously beating himself off. 

Francis couldn’t do much, completely stunned by both fear, shame, and excitement. It humiliated him each time his brother would grab his breast like he was a woman. He’d seen it so many times in the flash games that he would jerk off to. Girls would be moaning as some floating hands grabbed her breast, getting a squeal and leak. He’d never imagined he’d be on the other end of it, being groped and milked. He opened his maw and let out a squeal just like those flash games. His face and ears felt like they were fire.

Baxter heard the squeal and acknowledged it by giving his breast another tight squeeze. He nibbled on his shoulder a bit hard and soon both of their panting was in sync. Their chests pounding together and their hearts racing like steam engines. Francis reached up to jerk himself off, but he was too late to enjoy the experience with his brother. He cocked his head back as he felt jets of warm cum shoot over his back and tail. He gasped in surprise as his brother gave him one last love bite before pulling off of him completely.

“Did you just cum on my back?”

“Fraid so. You really had me worked up.”

Baxter wiped his dick off on his brother’s back fur, giving himself a few shakes as he let the last of his cum fling off his cock in any which direction. Francis batted at his brother’s paw and dick, turning around and pouting in front of him.

“I thought we’d cum together. I was liking that!”

Baxter loved groping his brother and he really loved sharing the experience with him, but he was still a teenager.

“Maybe next time. Let's get cleaned up. You wanted to go to the park, right?”

Francis looked like he was about to blow a gasket with his brother. HIs face was red, his ears were hot, his tail was lashing about, and he was panting harder than he ever had in his life. He wanted to scream, but Baxter just leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on his forehead. The gesture was enough to calm him down slightly, but he continued to whip his tail around. His ears folded back and he rolled his eyes while Baxter squirted shampoo into his paws.

He lathered both of them up, cleaning off their three day stint of not washing. Francis helped, getting some soap in his paws and rubbing his brother up as well. He was hoping that any of the attention would get Baxter going again, but that boat had long since sailed. He could only purr as his older brother took some special care with his package. He lathered the fur on his scrotum and sheath, as well as taking care not to miss his tiny pubes. He let out a sigh in disappointment, knowing he was going to miss his smelly crotch. Hopefully he’ll be active enough today to work up a good stink.

“I got you good back there.”

Baxter laughed as he spun his brother around and started to clean off his backside. His load was massive, painting most of the boy’s lower half in his cum. He had to work to get it out, rubbing more soap into his fur to help ease out some of the jizz. Francis was all too willing to get the attention. He backed into his brother, letting him have access to all of his ass while he just moaned and played with. Baxter indulged, but only for a second to rub him up and down, pinch his cheeks and then give him a pat on the rear.

“Alright! You got me out of bed. Now let’s get you out and about.”

The two of them hurried out of the shower. It was neither of their favorite place and so it wasn’t hard for them to get out quickly. Both of them returned to their respective roos, emerging only minutes later completely dressed and ready to go. Baxter had his soccer ball under his arm while Francis had his rollerblades hanging off the back of his neck. Baxter rolled his eyes, looking his brother up and down before shaking his head. Of course, if Francis was going to get into any sort of physical activity, it would be the lamest most embarrassing one available.

“You’re lucky we’re brothers so I technically have to love you, but if anyone asks, we don’t know each other.”

*

“Be careful with her! Jeez.”

Baxter scolded his brother as he flung the door open wide, shaking the entire car. Baxter’s two door pickup was older than both the boys and it showed. The car stunk of cigarette smoke from the former owner and the dashboard was mostly exposed wiring and cracked leather. She was a mess, but it was Baxter’s only ride and he had no intention of losing her. Especially to Francis’s recklessness.

“It’s fine. You’re always worried.”

Francis let his short legs hang outside the car. He was short enough that they didn’t touch the ground, which was perfect for him to put on his blades. Francis carelessly tossed his shoes into the back of the cab, earning him a smack from Baxter. He growled, holding a paw to his head and giving his brother a glare. He just gave him a stern look back, not needing to say anything as he stepped out of the car.

Despite their relationship getting better over the past few days, it was lows like this that made Francis despise his older brother. Baxter slept in when he promised they’d go to the park, he didn’t watch him pee, he didn’t help him cum in the shower so he didn’t get to, and now he was hitting him. He wanted to scream and throw a tantrum like he used to when he was younger. Well, he still did sometimes, but not without consequences and definitely not in public.

He dropped to the ground and closed the door behind him, being much more careful with the door. Baxter had completely taken off, staying true to not wanting to be associated. Francis sighed and worked his way to the park itself. It was massive in size, consisting of a mostly open field, a jungle gym, some picnic tables and grills, trees off to the side and a building for the public restrooms. His favorite feature was the walkway that wrapped around the park like a band, letting him rollerblade freely.

He started off with a pretty slow stride, always being sure to check his surroundings before trying anything faster. The winter air kept most of the families and older folks inside, leaving the park pretty deserted. He saw a few teenagers scattered throughout the park, some of them just lottering while school was out while others were making out under trees. He spotted Baxter hiding in a more wooded portion practicing controlling the ball. He liked to be away from others when he got into the zone.

Francis didn’t mind being alone either. He slowly began to speed up, racing through the park as fast he could since the walkways were pretty much completely cleared out. It took him about twenty minutes to speed through the entire park once and after being halfway through his 3rd round, he was just about finished. He looked across the park and rolled his eyes as the pressure slowly began to build up in his bladder. It was gonna be a race to get there since couldn’t just walk across the field with his blades.

He had pissed a little bit in the bathroom before the shower, but he had gotten frustrated and flustered, making it hard for him to piss while also being erect. He skated faster around the park, wishing he hadn’t just thought about his morning. Despite it not being the best, he still loved the way that his brother grabbed him and bit him. He had never felt that before and he was finally starting to get all the videos and pictures he’d seen in porn.

He cursed at himself as he felt himself get erect while he still had a ways to go. No one would be able to tell his baby dick was fully erect in his cargo shorts, but it still felt embarrassing. He looked around, trying to find anyone around him. Thankfully all of the teenagers were more occupied with themselves to be paying attention to some opossum rollerblading. He gulped, feeling his urges growing. He looked around for Baxter, unable to spot him through the trees. He wished that he could be there and they could both jerk off.

He reached his paw down, rubbing the front of his shorts. He didn’t have to slow down his stride as he gave his tip a little flick with his fingers. It sent waves of emotion throughout his entire body and he worried he would lose his balance. Fortunately, the pavement was smooth and the path wasn’t windy. Instead, he was able to give himself several rubs while cruising along the park. He looked left and right the entire time, making sure everyone was still in their position and no one was paying attention to him.

He began panting hard, still pent up from this morning. He knew exactly what he wanted to do when he got into that bathroom. He was gonna go to the nearest stall, jerk one out right into the toilet and then he could finally have his piss. He had never been quite as excited before to go to the bathroom before, but jerking off had become his new favorite past time. He could not wait but to paint the entire town with his cum.

As he got closer to the bathroom, he got more brave. No one was towards the front of the park and the bathroom looked like it was going to be all his. He stroked himself faster, getting himself close before bringing himself back down. He didn’t want to climax right in his pants, but he loved the feeling so much that he didn’t mind risking it. Something about the rush of touching himself in public, the possibility of getting caught, and the heightened awareness made it all feel ten times better than when he would just do it on his own in his bedroom.

He managed to make it into the bathroom without finishing in his shorts, but immediately his mood was soured. He had completely forgotten that the stalls in the boys bathroom had no doors for privacy. Instead, they were completely open for anyone to see what was going on inside of them. He bit his lip and grumbled, but he knew if he would make it fast, it wouldn't be a problem. He carefully maneuvered himself over the tiles, being careful to avoid the puddles of water.

He got into the stall and pulled down his pants all the way while pulling up his shirt. He got a good look at his belly and dick before putting the shirt into his muzzle and starting to stroke his little dick. He closed his eyes and chewed on the fabric, not noticing how loud he was being while he jerked himself off. Too loud that he couldn’t hear someone walk into the bathroom. He just imagined his brother being the one grabbing his dick and jerking him off in the bathroom. He imagined he could feel Baxter’s breath on the back of his neck.

“You’re having a lot of fun, aren’t you?”

Francis flinched, trying to turn around quickly to see who had snuck in on him, but unable to do so with the rollerblades on his feet. His legs went in two different directions and with his hand still on his dick, he went straight to the ground. Thankfully, before he could hit the ground, the stranger grabbed him by the sides and yanked him back up onto his feet. He cried out into his own shirt, not being coordinated enough to do more than one thing at once.

“Woah woah, careful kid.”

Francis spit his shirt out of his muzzle and let go of his own dick. He grabbed the stranger’s paws, trying to get them off of his sides, but lost his balance again. This time he caught himself, putting both of his paws on the walls of the stalls and keeping himself upright against the slippery bathroom tile. The stranger didn’t let go of him quite yet though, steadying the boy and feeling up his sides with his large paws.

“Calm down. Just wanted to see what all the fun was about. I noticed you playing with yourself throughout the park.”

Francis’s heart was racing. He knew he shouldn’t have been doing it in public, but he swore he was making sure no one saw him. He wasn’t even sure who was grabbing hold of him right now, let alone how he got caught. He slowly turned his head around, keeping himself balanced while his ass was out for the stranger to look at. His shorts and underwear were still right on the floor keeping his ankles together and making it impossible to make sudden movements.

His muzzle turned red when he saw the face of the stranger, a gorgeous looking skunk not much older than Baxter. He was stall and fit, able to hold the little boy still and raised without straining himself at all. He must have been a foot and a half taller than Francis. Heck, the skunk’s tail looked like it might have been longer than the little boy. And instead of a scowl or frown, the skunk was smiling brightly at him.

“Here, let’s get you turned around all the way.”

The skunk navigated Francis’s whole body, helping him spin around slowly while absorbing all of him. He made sure to take one last long look at the boy’s ass before rotating him so that they would face each other. The boy was so shocked by the whole situation, that all he could do was obey the skunk and help him out. He turned himself around, switching his hands on the stalls of the wall and spreading his legs just enough to let the skunk see all of him. Something about the handsome teenager made him want to follow his every order and do whatever he said.

“Oh wow. You’ve got a cute little toy there. Mind if I see?”

He asked, but didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he pulled out his smartphone with one paw, turning on the camera and starting to record Francis while his other hand got to work. He grabbed hold of the little boy’s winky and began to explore it. He’d thought the boy was soft for a second, but he was just so small that his erection couldn’t pull back his foreskin. He stuffed his finger inside of Francis’s foreskin and began to play with it. He was carefully pushing his way into the boy’s foreskin, not wanting to stretch it too much but also wanting to feel up the boy.

“You’ve got a lot of skin. You must really love playing with it?”

Francis didn’t know what the skunk was talking about, but the skunk did. The opossum was shocked as he watched the older boy play with his foreskin in ways he had never thought to do on his own. The skunk easily stretched him by putting another finger inside of his elastic foreskin. He began to rub his head, making Francis want to pass out right there in the bathroom. He swirled his fingers around, touching him in places he wasn’t aware would feel as good as it did.

“I’m getting close.”

Francis whimpered as the skunk took that to immediately pull back from him, letting the opossum cool back down before he would give him attention again.

“You ever play like this with anyone else, boy?”

The opossum was too drunk on his own lust to question himself and instead nodded his head up and down for the skunk.

“Yeah, me and my older brother do stuff like this. He loves to touch my dick and lick me.”

The skunk let out a weeze hearing the boy confess that his brother molests him. He had it all on camera too, which made it even better. He let go of Francis’s dick and reached into his own pants, unzipping them and tugging them down just enough to whip out his own dick. The skunk was large, almost nine inches and significantly thicker than the Baxter was. It was also fully erect and dripping precum right onto the floor.

“He ever show you how to treat a real man?”

Baxter didn’t know how to respond, but the skunk was there to help him out. He pushed Francis’s head down, moving it closer to his long member. It was massive and intimidating, but both scaring him and drawing him in. He knew what to do, both from all the porn that he’d seen as well as having been with his own brother. He opened his muzzle and took in the skunk’s tip, sucking on it just as he brought his head down.

THe skunk stared down at the boy sucking on his huge dick. He had followed many boys into the bathroom, most of them much younger than Francis. He had a particular fondness for showing off his dick to little boys that have never gotten hard before. He thought he was going to be disappointed cornering the opossum, but not only was he willing to suck his didck, but he was also just as big as the other boys that he liked to play with.

“Great job. This feels good. Move your head up and down on my dick”

Reached his hand around, giving Francis the help that he needed if he was going to be a proper dick worshiper. He strokes his fingers through the boy’s headfur, playing with his large ears and scratching the places he knew he would have liked. All of it was heaven for the boy and so he barely needed a bush to go down further on his dick. He opened his muzzle wide, trying his best to push down even more of that mustelid in his throat.

He tried to remember what Baxter had done to him the day prior. He wiggled his tongue back and forth over the skunk’s head and up and down his shaft. He tried to go up and down, starting out as fast as he could but getting sore quickly until he had to stop. He couldn’t move his hands without rising falling over, so instead he just took the dick out of his mouth and gave it a few quick licks at the tip.

“Woah woah, don’t give up now. You can fit a little more.”

The skunk grabbed the back of the boy’s head, pushing him down while Francis tried to push back. He was much stronger than him and the little opossum gave in, opening his maw as much as he could before letting the skunk force it all the way down into his throat. It hurt feeling his throat give way to the skunk’s thick rod. He had thought Baxter was huge, but the skunk had to have been twice as thick as his sibling.

He felt it rub against the back of his throat as he tried to force as much as he could into the virgin boy’s mouth. He felt the boy’s throat struggle to keep up with the girth stretching his hole. He continued to push down, getting a get out of the boy before he got nothing. The dick was too large for him and it soon covered up his ability to breath. Francis panicked, tearing up at the sides of his eyes and getting ready to fight for his life.

He noticed the little boy ready to get frantic and gave a quick push, hilting himself right up against the opossum’s face. His thick manly pubic fur was enough to hide Francis’s entire face in. He let him rub his sweaty crotch back and forth against his nose, making it the first thing the boy would smell as he pulled his dick all the way out of him. He took a deep breath as the skunk’s throbbing cock was pulled from his muzzle, leaving pre pumping from his throat to his lips.

Francis took a second to catch his breath while the skunk just jerked off right in front of his face. He wasn’t sure if he did it right. Baxter lasted a lot longer and did a lot more bobbing and playing with his dick, but the skunk sure did seem happy. He remembered how it felt when his older brother was sucking on his own dick so he hoped that the skunk liked it as well. He wasn’t sure why he was so excited to please the skunk, but he was looking forward to getting better at it for him.

“MFFF, fuck you’re a cute kid. Keep your head still. I want to mark you as mine.”

Francis reached his own hand down and started to stroke himself like the skunk was. The skunk’s pacing was different than the opossum’s though. The skunk’s shaft took forever to transverse as he gripped himself from the base of his cock and rode his paw all the way up his shaft until rubbing his thumb over his dripping head. Francis pinched his shaft with index finger and thumb, rubbing the full length of his entire cock back and forth just with his fingers. Drops of pre fell from his cock and onto the boy’s, transforming his scent into something new.

“Fffuck. Get ready for it kid. Open your mouth.” 

He wasn’t quick to respond, not sure if he wanted to do what he was told. He watched Baxter eat his cum, but it looked gross to him. He kept his mouth somewhat closed, only opening enough to pant. The teenager didn’t like that though, reached his free hand to Fracnis’s face and cupping his cheeks together. He yelped, trying to move but unable to push himself away while still in roller skates. Instead he just had to close his eyes, knowing what was going to come next.

The skunk’s massive dick and balls had a one to one ratio of the proportion of his load. While Francis’s were usually little squirts that would leave drops of beads on his underwear, the skunk’s first rope was enough to soak the left side of his face. The string shot hard, catching him in the temple and left a trail of cum dripping down the side of his face. He could feel it weighing him down as it clung to his fur and his whiskers.

“Eat it.”

That was the only thing Francis heard before he aimed his dick straight at his open maw and shooting his next shot right into his roof of his mouth. Francis squirmed as the taste filled his mouth and he instinctively wanted to spit it out right onto the floor. He couldn’t even turn his head though while the skunk was grabbing hold of his jaw and cheeks, keeping him still while he filled his mouth with another shot of cum.

The skunk’s jizzed filled up the young boys muzzle, filling his maw to the point where it was dripping down both sides of his face. Some of it was creeping down his tongue, being forced back until it soon began to drip into his throat. His body reacted and his natural inclination told him to swallow. The hot cum went down slow, warming up his throat all the way down until it sat in his stomach. The salty ejactulate stuck to every part of his mouth, forcing him to acknowledge the taste until the skunk let him go,

He reached forward, standing over the boy before placing his dick right on the bridge of the cub’s nose. He let go of himself, balancing himself right the boy’s face while the last of his cum dripped out onto his fur. Francis opened his eyes, crossing them to catch the skunk’s head still pouring cum out right onto his face. He was about to say something, but the cum prevented him from doing anything but gargling.

“Shh, shh, no talking with your mouth full. Go ahead and swallow, my pet.”

He didn’t know why he was so scared of seeing Baxter eat his cum. After having so much of it in his mouth, it didn’t taste nearly as bad as he’d thought it would. It was just slightly salty with some foreign tastes that he assumed was metallic. The texture wasn’t too far off from the mussels he would have at the Japanese restaurant. It was thick though and it took him a second and several gulps to get down as much as it as he could.

“I still need to cum, but can you, uh, watch me pee first?”

The skunk laughed, looking down at his cum stained rag. The boy’s face was dripping cum all over, while some of it was drying all over his face. He looked like a canvas that’d been ruined and all he could think of was asking the skunk if he could watch him pee. It was a weird request from someone so young but it wasn’t too far out of the skunks world. He wouldn’t mind giving his little pet a little something something.

“Sure, but you gotta promise to never tell anyone what we did. You’re gonna be my secret little pet, got it?”

Francis wasn’t sure why he kept referring to him as his pet. He wasn’t a feral dog or horse and he wasn’t acting like one, but he figured it was just something adults talk about. He nodded his head up and down and let himself be spun around by the skunk until he was facing the toilet correctly. He was about to grab his own cock, but the older boy reached down and grabbed the little cub’s dick, aiming it for him. Francis’s heart was racing and he was about to find relief right up until he heard the sound of his brother.

“FRANCIS! Where the heck are you?”

The skunk moved like a ghost, letting go of Francis without hardly making a sound at all. He pulled up his pants and underwear, buckling his belt in a single go. He was completely clothed while Francis was left standing confused. He was about to say something to the skunk but he was already mostly out of the restroom, acting like nothing had ever happened between the two of them. One second he was his pet and the next, he was nothing.

“Sorry, pet. Another time.”

Before the skunk could escape though, Baxter got to the door of the restroom and stopped the skunk. His sensitive nose picked up the smell of sex and he got a good look into the other teenager’s eyes. Both seemed to recognize each other, not just as their relationship with Francis, but as predators in a world full of prey. The skunk was about to duck by Baxter up until he heard Francis.

“When do I get to cum?”

Baxter moved faster than the skunk, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pinning him to the concrete barrier outside of the actual restroom but not quite visible to everyone else at the park. Both were silent as they wrestled each other, not wanting to make too loud of a scene while both trying to pin the other.

“What’d you do to my brother?”

“Nothing you haven’t done yourself.”

Baxter was taken aback by the comment and let his guard down just enough for the skunk to push back, giving them both enough space to look at each other. Both of their eyes darted in each direction, making sure nobody had seen them before getting ready to fight again. Before Baxter could throw a swing though, he took a good look at the skunk. The skunk seemed to be doing the same and both of their stances softened.

“I know you. You’re Sean whatever. You played football in the class above me.”

“And you’re the star soccer player. Bastion? No, you’re Baxter. Your brother’s told me so much about you.”

Neither of them were happy that they knew so much about each other. Both had operated in the shadows freely and being caught meant consequences. Usually it meant Baxter having to blackmail or bully his way out of situations, but this situation couldn’t be more different. The skunk and him both had a lot riding on everyone being quiet and any retaliation might topple both of their futures.

“Don’t you ever touch him again.” Baxter warned as he lowered his fists.

“Ooo, that’s kinda tough. I did just tell him another time, and I kinda marked him as my property.”

Baxter moved like lightning, striking the skunk in the jaw with his fist but immediately earning himself a blow to his gut. Both moved back to their respective walls, again checking to see if anyone was around to see them fight before raising their guard. Baxter was livid while the skunk seemed to think it was some sort of game that he was playing. He was larger, but not that much.

“First off, that’s my little brother. You don’t get to mark him like you do your stuffed animals.”

“I’m always down to share. He’ll look great in a collar.”

Both looked like they were about to swing at each other again, but a moan coming from the stalls stopped both of them. Despite the two of them fighting, Francis was still in the restroom beating himself off. He must have been so pent up after being denied by both Baxter and Sean that he didn’t even mind the sounds of the scuffle. He figured they were just talking sports stuff or some macho shit that he just sat down on the toilet and started to go to town. Both of them rolled their eyes and sighed.

“Here, tell you what. I’ll hit you up on messenger with my phone number. Why don’t you give that to him and you and me make some of our own adventures.”

Baxter was repulsed by the skunk’s offer. He was definitely not going to give his younger brother this pedophile’s number just so he can chain him up in his basement someday. He also wasn’t interested in kids the same way this guy was. Well, he didn’t think he was. His dick gave a twitch thinking about the idea of ‘adventures’ that the two of them would go on. He could definitely caught his scent, falling in love with it instantly.

“Message me and we’ll talk somewhere else. Now just leave us alone.”

Sean shrugged his shoulders, walking away from the opossum with his hands in his pockets. He was mad about getting hit, but he could forgive the little punk for his transgression. He was sure if the two of them would actually get to talking, he could make Baxter sing an apology after getting wrestled down. The soccer opossum was still not much more than some twink fag that he could overpower and bend to his will. Then he’d be able to finish up with his little pet of a brother.

Baxter sighed, rubbing his stomach and groaning as the skunk’s punch. He might have been more fit than his little brother, but he definitely didn’t have much on his football counterpart. The meathead got him good and he’d be filling that for at least a week. Maybe once that wound would heal over, he’d give a thought to messaging him but not until then. He leaned against the wall to catch his breath before standing straight and walking into the bathroom.

He could hear his brother stroking his little dick on the toilet. The small opossum cared little to conceal what he was doing. He just wanted to finish the deed so he could get back to his normal everyday life. Baxter walked in front of the stall just as he came into the air. The boy had just straight up into the air, covering his own clothes with his jizz. He let out a slight howl as he finished, letting the cum pool into his own paw.

Francis’s panting slowed down as he leaned back on the toilet seat. Baxter just folded his arms in shame, seeing his brother’s muzzle and hair covered in dry skunk spunk while his shirt was ruined in his own. There was even a spot on his naval where the cum had sank into, leaving an obvious stain right on his shirt. It didn’t help that he just wiped the cum on his paw right on the shorts he was wearing. Baxter’s ears and muzzle turned red as he looked up at Baxter, waking from his orgasm induced high just to ask him a question.

“NOW, do you want to watch me pee?”

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