Plip, slurp, suckle. The sound of a moist tongue marrying an equally soggy hole. A gasp swiftly followed by a high-pitched moan and the creak of wooden furniture. Everette sits atop the man’s muzzle, hips gyrating in a steady rhythm to match the tongue circling his entrance. He purrs in satisfaction from the attention, every so often reaching back to spread the soft orange cheeks apart to let the slick, worming appendage push through the ring and writhe and explore the cub’s insides.
A week since the last time he’d indulged in the fox’s supple features, kissing and cuddling on the sofa before an extensive nap, Elliot fervently drives his tongue in and around, moaning, intoxicated by the sensation and taboo of sexually engaging with a cub little more than half his age. The adult cock is as solid as rock and dripping slathered with pre-cum, tempting the boy to reach out with both paws and grasp the slippery shaft. Everette’s size makes it difficult to enjoy both comfortably, arms needing to be fully extended to maintain a satisfying position that allows his asshole to be so thoroughly tongued.
After an eternity of eating the cub’s tasteless asshole, Elliot finally pushes against his rump to lift it away and lets out an extensive sigh of thorough satisfaction. Everette’s hole clenches and relaxes in an almost welcoming fashion, as if waiting for something to slot itself back inside to keep it stretched and full. The thought is there amidst the taunting entrance, the building pressure from the soft paws jerking him off, and the cub’s constant nagging to have him wield his cock and size against the fox’s backside.
Elliot places a finger against the hole and his heart begins to race at a manic pace. He draws it back to his mouth and sucks on the long digit before returning it to the tender pink entrance. His cock twitches in excitement, seconds from taking one of the final steps. Everette knows the hesitation all too well from his father’s past trepidation. Free from the tongue however, he leans forward and takes the cock straight down the back of his throat and to the hilt. “Fuck yes,” Elliot’s moan lasts several seconds. As swiftly as he’d swallowed, Everette peels back with his lips sealed tight the full length back to clear the so far wasted seed off the rabbit’s hefty shaft.
“Mmm, tasty,” Everette remarks, cupping the still swollen sack and providing it a few gentle squeezes.
“E-Evan keep going,” Elliot encourages, a hint of desperation in his tone confirms the cub’s assessment.
The fox wets his lips and tauntingly wiggles his ass, flexing the hole some more before slipping the head between his tight lips. If I can keep him going a little longer, he’s gonna break. He exaggerates the slurping sounds, continuing to add saliva to keep the stiff length lubricated. The finger starts to penetrate his entrance, and a look of bliss plasters the cub’s face. Sitting on the sidelines and simply admiring the show with his cock in one hand and phone in the other recording his son, Oliver raises an eyebrow at the shift in the cub’s behaviour.
Muted moaning, a resignation of his sucking, and the tell-tale expression of unabashed satisfaction. Confirming his suspicion is the absence of Elliot’s paw from the cub’s thighs. Index finger alone and driving deep past the flexible ring, he can’t help but bite his lip nervously. Down to the knuckle and twisting it around, feeling tender depths he’d never imagined, Elliot takes in a deep breath and draws his finger back out, pushing gently on the walls as he does so carefully.
“That’s it,” Everette whispers, lightly crawling further along the sofa. He wets his lips as he reaches the edge of the couch, leaning back as his ass is perfectly aligned with the thick head.
“Everette!” Elliot breaks out of his trance and pulls his cock flat against his pelvis with a wince.
“Oh, come on. I know you wanna. Just go ahead and let it sit upright, I’ll slip right down onto it and you can give me a nice and sloppy fuck for the camera,” Everette pleads, continuing to lower his ass against the shaft, rubbing it against his hole.
Elliot sits upright and waves his hand in a motion to cut the camera, setting both paws on the cub’s waist. “So close,” Oliver remarks, admiring the effort his son had given in trying to ride the other man’s length. “Come here hun, let your daddy have a turn,” he instructs.
Without skipping a beat Everette abandons the rabbit’s lap and dives into his father’s crotch, sucking eagerly the already saturated head. “Want me to get the hood and I can suck you off? Its been a while since we had a vid to actually share,” he asks between bouts of driving the adult cock into the back of his mouth.
“It has been a while…” Oliver contemplates, eyes narrowing suspiciously behind the circular frames. “El you wanna record it for us? We don’t normally have someone else who can get all the good positions.”
Heart still racing from nearly having been 7 inches deep in a cub’s ass, Elliot rubs his chest. “I-I guess,” he relents and nervously retrieves the phone. Precum and saliva drip from both his cock and Oliver’s as they delight in a moment of frottage as Everette rummages through the cabinet beneath the television. He tosses the lubricant and the detached hood from a hoodie beside his father’s feet and crawls back over.
“Do ya even want me?” Everette’s tongue hangs playfully through his soft lips, salivating at the sight of the two men’s cocks grinding together.
Oliver extends his arm and draws his son in closer, scratching him around the ears carefully to elicit the gentle purrs of excitement. “Go on, suck them both,” the feline instructs. Everette’s expression flashes confusion at how to proceed before deciding to sit further up, grasp the two shafts and mash them together. He opens his mouth wide and pushes the combined girth as far back into his muzzle as he can fit while accommodating with his teeth, tongue sloppily pushing around and between them. A sore jaw and having swallowed enough precum to fill a glass later, the cub pulls off with a gasp for air. “That was nice wasn’t it?” Oliver queries, still completely erect and raring to get on with the promised show.
Blushing and holding the camera nervously, Elliot replies, “Yeah. S-so how do you want me to record this?”
Getting out of the seat and onto the floor with his son, Oliver manoeuvres himself into position on his knees with Everette in front of him. “Damn El, you practically fucked him already,” he comments, Everette’s hole still drenched with a noticeable sign of the finger which had been thrust deep inside. “Are you sure you don’t want to get it over with yet?” Oliver asks, reaching back and grasping the other man’s erection. The exasperated look on the rabbit’s white muzzle is answer enough for Oliver to drop the topic as he picks up the lubricant. “Hun, do you think they’ll like a view from the bottom?” he asks, thinking on what their voyeur may appreciate.
“Ooooh! That sounds hot,” Everette replies excitedly and his tail flicks wildly. Without much else to go on, Elliot crawls along his back between Oliver and Everette’s legs, phone barely an inch from his face as it records the slow scene above. Every piece is on display: Everette’s uncircumcised and erect cubhood with the foreskin tight around the end, his balls taut, and his hips lowered slightly to provide a view of his asshole to the camera.
Oliver’s circumcised length is twice the size of his son’s, from length to the girth, even the size of his balls as they sway back and forth as he grinds his shaft between the soft white cheeks. “Lube or do you think you’ll be alright sweetie?” he asks, kneading on the orange furred cheeks.
“A little,” the fox requests coyly, not quite feeling up to a raw fucking.
Oliver dribbles a small amount of lubricant over the top half of his shaft, swiftly spreading it around to cover the rest in a fine coat of the slippery substance. He smears the excess over the cub’s entrance, fingers contorting out of the way as he drives the middle finger through the entrance. The cub’s small spasm and wiggle of his hips as it pushes in bring a smile to Elliot’s face, the sound of squelching intensifies in lieu with the loudening moans from around him.
Removing his finger exposes the cub’s stretched hole to the camera, offering a small glimpse into a forbidden fruit. Oliver’s hips shift and he lowers himself, angling the tip of his cock against the quivering entrance. Moving along with the camera slightly to capture a better view, the initial penetration is a slow and methodical push and pull. Oliver’s grasp on his son’s hips gently pulling as he carefully pushes forward, the girth of his head proving slightly too much for the single finger they’d prepared with. Shlip. Oliver’s gasp is followed by an exaggerated moan as the thickest point breaches and the cusp of his cock is sucked inside. “That’s it,” Oliver grunts as he starts to push in deeper, pulling back out to the cusp after every half an inch to allow his son to grow accustomed to the feeling again. Over a week since last properly finding an opportunity to indulge in his son’s ass, Oliver moans happily as he sinks slower and slower. Whenever an inch catches, he drips on some extra lube and pulls back to the head before lurching deeper.
Everette’s cock swings back and forth with each motion, half erect but dripping plentiful amounts of pre-cum onto the carpet inches from the rabbit lying motionless below with phone in hand. At the last hurdle Oliver’s paws grasp the cub’s white furred inner thighs and he thrusts hard. The boy’s cock springs up and spasms a little with excitement, his tight sack following as he starts to squirm and moan loudly, “D-daddy!” He bucks back desperately against his father’s waist, the full length still crammed into the base.
Keeled over his son’s back with a look of bliss, Oliver grunts and picks a rhythm to match the horny fox begging for more. Lowering onto his forearms while remaining planted on his knees Everette drools as the adult cock plows in deep. A mixture of lubricant and pre-cum starts to dribble out of the cub’s rump, splattering the filmmaker’s forehead. Oliver’s right paw which had resided firmly against the boy’s thigh shifts slightly over, grasping the stiff cock and tugging the foreskin up and down. Wiggling his hips involuntarily and seemingly seizing up as pleasure builds more and more, Oliver feels the hole constrict as so often happens when his son nears climax. A full tug of the foreskin and his father’s loving grip all along his shift sends the cub to his limit.
Too focused on his camera work to notice, it isn’t until the cum spurts out that Elliot realizes his predicament. Gritting his teeth and remaining a passive observer he allows the cum to land on his face and phone. As soon as the load is finished, and the cub’s ecstatic moans die down, Elliot shuts off the recording and scoots out from beneath the pair. “Forgot you were down there hun,” Oliver says, adjusting his glasses to hide a slight smirk.
Elliot passes back the phone and wipes a glob of cum off his forehead. With most of that bead on his finger he sucks it clean and remarks, “I’m sure you did.”
“Dad,” he whines flexing his hole around the shaft lodged deep in his anus. Everette turns back huffing and puffing to watch his father, wiggling his hips to restart the rhythm he’d been enjoying.
“One sec hun, let me get the camera back on,” Oliver says as he brings the screen back to life, recording from his point of view. Starting to pull out a little further on the backwards, the creamy mixture of pre-cum and used lubricant offer a stark contrast against the fleshy pink of Oliver’s cock and Everette’s ass. Each flex and thrust invites more moaning hands trembling as he works the camera while desperately trying to match the fast rhythm that drives his son into a stupid without risking any exposure. Grasping onto the base of the orange tail and pulling him down to the hilt Oliver shifts his hips in every direction while never leaving an inch of his cock to slip out. “Betcha wish you had a son like me,” he taunts the would-be viewer, angling the tail away and getting a perfectly tailored view of his shaft hilted in the cub. Still with a tight look on the action he starts to draw backwards, stopping at the cusp before slamming back in.
“Dad!” Everette moans as the sharp thrust drags painfully from the slowly drying out lubricant. His ring flexes repeatedly, hips gyrating but never able to leave the shaft as Oliver keeps firm hold of the tail.
“Fuck yes baby, keep going,” Oliver encourages, finding a rhythm to match his son’s gyrations while maintaining an enticing view for the recording. A sharp breath punctuates the air as the feline’s hips begin to spasm, his length still thrust deep inside Everette’s anus throbbing as rope after rope of his semen floods the boy’s insides. Continuing to thrust through the orgasm, the mixture of lube and cum starts to push back out around the entrance, coating the fur back around Oliver’s crotch. His moans of pleasure devolve into heavy breathing post-orgasm, carefully sliding his cock out of the cub’s supple tailhole. His shaft and the pink entrance both glisten with a creamy white layer, the recording camera fixed on both as they slowly peel apart.
Once Oliver’s cock is free, it dangles half-hard behind the boy’s backside. Oblivious to the man kneeling behind him and peeking over his shoulder until a paw comes into view beside his shaft, Oliver startles back to reality. “You want to give it a nice clean?” the tabby asks, wiping a bead of cum from his tip and offering it to the rabbit pressed against to his back.
Gripping his thumb and index finger around the shaft and catching as much as he can at the tip before bringing it back, Elliot licks clean the inside of his paw. “What about this though?” the still erect rabbit asks, drawing his own dripping shaft along Oliver’s backside.
“I’m tired El,” Oliver replies as he shuts off the recording and tosses his phone aside, laying down flat on the carpet beside his son. Both lay half-heartedly awake and cuddled together, Everette laying half atop his father’s belly with his rear still exposed. Tail kept out of the way, the cub flexes his loose hole, gradually squeezing the semen out. The white end of his tail flits almost tauntingly in Elliot’s direction, inviting him to take advantage of his prepped and exposed rear. Licking his lips and unable to refuse the offer, Elliot shuffles nearer to the cub’s ass, tugging him off Oliver and onto the carpet proper.
Half sitting up as the rabbit mounts his son, Oliver raises an eyebrow and reaches for his phone. A throbbing erection already, Elliot pushes the head of his cock between the cheeks and towards the semen-filled entrance. It flexes and squelches as the thick uncut length starts to mingle with the cum pushing out. Paws gripped around Everette’s waist for balance, Elliot’s waist shifts forward. Then backward. His shaft slides between the crevice of the cub’s plump ass, smearing the other man’s semen around while adding his own pre to the mixture. The rabbit’s top bucked teeth chatter against the bottom, picking up speed as he humps the fox’s cheeks.
Watching somewhat intent as the thrusting nears a desperate pace, Oliver reaches and spreads them apart to offer an even more enticing view. The feline sets one finger against the shaft and stretches the entrance further to guide it through the cub’s ring. Elliot’s cock pulls against the hole as he thrusts forward, shifting his hips slightly higher to pull away and ignore the apparent attempt to get him in. With a sigh of surrender, Oliver moves his head into position beside his son’s entrance. Tongue poking out from his thin lips, he simultaneously cleans his cum from the oozing hole while licking the shaft in front of him.
Tipped over the edge by the additional sensation, Elliot shoves his partner away and pries the cub’s cheeks open, directly cumming into the slightly agape hole with his tip pressed against the entrance. It takes every ounce of restraint to not drive his shaft full bore into the cub, and an awful amount of mental gymnastics to say, “I’m still not fucking your son, Ollie.” The perky-eared rabbit takes in a few deep breaths, dismounting and leaving the flood of cum to settle on the cub’s hole for Oliver to clean.
“Close enough,” Everette mumbles, pulling his cheeks happily open as his father continues to lap at the soggy rear.
Phone sounding upstairs, Elliot bounds to his feet and into his room to catch the stream of e-mails. Two months of notifications suddenly let through his do not disturb settings. Purchase orders, updates, client complaints and compliments all muddled together as he scrolls through the subject lines. Hitting the earliest e-mails since starting his vacation, the flight confirmation sitting flagged as urgent for one week from the day. Elliot sits on the edge of the bed and hunches forward, the spark of energy sapped by the reality of his inevitable departure. With a pinch of the screen he drags the e-mails into the trash and rests his head against the pillows to his left, body contorted as his feet remain glued to the floor. A few motions on the screen later and an art program has initiated, a half-finished design zoomed in around the legs where an arrangement of circles bind together. Each slightly offset by purpose, intended to resemble vines flowing through the wood at certain angles through etchings and negative space once complete.
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Head propped atop his partner’s chest, Oliver rests comfortably in the secure embrace of the blended black and white arms. The fluffy grey striped tail waves lazily over the edge of the bed. Elliot’s paw draws small circles in the soft fur of the tabby’s rump. Naked and pressed together the rabbit’s increasing frustrations begin to surface, kneading on and pulling apart the smaller man’s cheeks. Oliver murmurs into the thick fur, nuzzling deeper into it and raising his rear permissively. Tilting his head slightly and kissing the pointed shapes adoring the feline’s head, Elliot cautiously moves one paw closer towards his twitching, pink prize. Eyes closed and enjoying the sensation of the tight button shifting with his gentle rubbing, Elliot draws his paw back and probes his lover’s mouth.
The tongue worms around the long digit, thoroughly wetting the fur before Elliot returns it to the entrance. The longer he circles the hole and pushes his saliva drenched finger against the constricted ring. “You mind if I start to push it?” As if taking the advice, his lover’s rear raises again, hole flexing and pushing open as Elliot’s finger starts to bear against it.
A high-pitched moan sounds in response and the hazel eyes open. Now in Oliver’s place rests Everette, huffing and moaning like a sex-starved addict. Startled by the shift and throwing himself upright, Elliot awakens in a heavy sweat, panting nervously as he looks around for signs of the cub. His curtains still open to no avail with the night sky all that’s visible, Elliot fumbles out of bed and out of the room, wiping his eyes sleepily. Heart still racing after the rude awakening, he takes a deep breath and treads as lightly down the stairs as he can.
Thumps and grunts sound out from the living room, the screen flashing indiscernibly between yellow, red, and white. The sounds of mashing buttons become clearer, dispelling any consideration for perverse imagery he might be met with. “Hey sleepy,” Oliver chimes as the long ears cast their shadow over the room. Dressed in jeans and a t-shirt the man is sat on the couch, while the boy sits in his underwear on the floor. “You’re just in time to see me beat him 3-0,” Oliver says.
“Dad cheats he’s played it a million times without me,” Everette complains, finger rubbing over the bottom button eagerly.
“3. 2. 1. Go!” the female announcer proclaims in an exaggerated tone, small flames jetting from the backs of the cars. Cartoonish graphics and physics blend with the hectic obstacles and course design. An enormous castle with split paths, some flooded and others with gaping holes following unrealistic ramps.
Everette is transfixed on the game, constantly rejecting the path his father takes in lieu of the opposite in the hopes of getting ahead. Despite a close race the fox is defeated and without a missed beat he pulls off his underwear and throws them towards Elliot. Ears pricking up at the foreign sound of a car down the street, Elliot bundles them and tosses them back as it tumbles down the driveway. “Someone’s here,” he remarks.
“Yeah, we got pizza while you were sleepin’,” the cub replies.
“And you still got naked,” Elliot replies with an inquisitive tone.
“I’m still completely dressed though,” Oliver interjects with a toothy grin. The exaggeration nudges the glasses from his nose and to the floor, causing him to blindly feel for them. “Evan honey can I get a hand?” he asks. The room is barely lit between the light from the screen, dimmed by the race results, and barely illuminated by the light from upstairs.
The footsteps hit the top stair and Elliot pulls open the wooden door, a smile on his face as he laughs. “Good evening, that’ll be twenty-three o five,” the red panda’s voice is laced with a chuckle.
Elliot raises an eyebrow and feels around for his wallet, before remembering its location upstairs. “One second,” he replies and bounds up the stairs.
His reddish fur stands on edge with a mild excitement as he proceeds inside, setting the pizzas and garlic bread atop the table just beyond the door. The black pants and red shirt are both stitched with a pizza logo, and the word pups beneath each graphic. “Can’t sneak up on you guys this time, can I?”
Everette and Oliver are nestled together, a blanket draped across the couch covering their laps as they continue racing around the track. “Not this time.” Oliver looks to the entrance, a slight shrug and shake of his head. Distraction enough for his son to hit him square in the back with the shell of doom, spinning out his car and causing Oliver to void off the side.
Racing back to the bottom of the stairs with wallet in hand, Elliot pulls out thirty dollars and blocks the intruder from pushing any deeper inside. The rabbit works his way between the red panda and his view into the living room, smiling politely as he begins to usher him towards the front door. Somewhat intimidated by the older and larger man, the driver asks, “Don’t you want your change?” The boy’s stiff red and white tail begins to relax, relieved to be out of the tense aura of the imposing form.
“No thanks, consider the rest a tip,” Elliot cheerfully asserts as he closes the screen door. “Have a good night.”
“Thank you, sir, you too,” he replies with a wave of a black paw from the driveway, the motion sensor lights keeping the figure bathed in light until he is back in the beat-up delivery car. Turning back inside, Everette dances from the living room and takes the pizzas to the sofa, flaccid cock waving with each step.
“Did you at least get me some?” Elliot rubs the edges of his eyes sleepily, a yawn escaping as he slumps in his chair.
“There’s one with all meat, and one with just cheese and sauce,” Oliver replies, opening the first of the pizzas. Meat slathered in cheese and barbeque sauce atop a thick base of dough.
Elliot turns away at the sight of the pizza, rubbing his belly. “Uh… still trying to lose some of this,” he replies, reaching towards the other box and popping the lid out and slowly taking a slice to eat.
“Y’know, if you hadn’t come down when you did, we could’ve had some fun with the driver,” Oliver remarks with a wink, biting into his first slice. Unsettled by the cavalier suggestion Elliot’s eyes fix on the floor, nibbling at the edges of his pizza. “And thus, the green-eyed beast returns,” Oliver groans and rolls his eyes.
“Dad,” Everette interrupts, meeting an equally dismissive wave of the paw. Tearing off the lid and piling on two slices from each pizza, Oliver exits in a huff with his feet thumping up the stairs.
Covering his face and with an exasperated sigh Elliot hauls himself from the chair and heads for the back door, flicking on the lights and leaning over the edge of the deck. The lights in the pool dance around, flashing rainbows on the structure of the pool. “Why do I care?” he ponders, breath turning to mist in the air.
Sitting naked in the living room with his character labelled the victor in race, a hollow feeling settles in on the cub’s chest. Pulling on his underwear to shield himself from the night air, Everette follows outside. Much closer in height than normal, the fox drapes an arm over Elliot’s back in a comforting manner, paw snuck beneath the shirt and rubbing the fur directly. “What’s the matter?”
“It’s nothing Evan,” Elliot replies, slumping further forward. The rabbit’s ears turn slightly limp with defeat, his mind in circles between the cognitive dissonance therein.
“Doesn’t seem like it,” Everette replies firmly, nestling in closer to the rabbit. Almost tucked beneath his armpit and holding him tightly, the cub feels a paw through his hair and shivers.
“I’m not the biggest fan of random hook-ups,” Elliot confesses, swallowing his pride.
“Is that because you’re jealous?” Everette vomits the words before he can realize their venom.
Straightening up an pushing off the edge of the wooden railing, Elliot smiles and laughs at the boy’s honesty. “You can call it that. A little restraint wouldn’t hurt him, I suppose that’s what I want,” he replies and sits on the solid wood, back pressed against the wooden slats.
“Wouldn’t it be better if it’s a one-time thing?” Everette asks as he settles in beside the man.
“I’m not so sure,” Elliot admits, running his fingers over the boy’s exposed orange belly fur.
“I would prefer it…” the fox replies, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I’d be afraid if he cared about any of those guys more than that.”
“Guys?” he questions the plural and the boy tenses.
“Uh… y-yeah. It’s only been three though!” Everette explains. “And two we were on holidays, so we won’t ever see them again.”
“Good old Oliver don’t crap where you eat Katzov,” Elliot lets out a slight chuckle at the information.
“I prefer that it’s random… I don’t want anyone taking dad from me,” the cub continues.
Elliot lays a gentle kiss on the fox’s soft muzzle, pulling the cub in closer. “I thought you were past that,” he says, paw proceeding towards the underwear.
Startled by the shift and pulling his head away to shake it rapidly, he replies, “I am!” Leaning back into the kiss, paw now slipped inside his trunks and massaging the swelling mass.
Breaking from his natural inclination to finish whatever is started, Elliot peels away and draws his paw out of the now tended fabric. “G-good chat, Evan,” he says, tussling the blonde fur up and fixing the crooked square frames.
Huffing and puffing after the disappointing climax and still raring to go, the cub pulls down his underwear and bends over the banister. “Y-you better fuck me already or I’m gonna scream,” he threatens.
In a swift motion Elliot brings his forearm in front of the boy’s muzzle and hauls him inside, sealing the back door. “Do you want to get in trouble?”
“I-I didn’t mean it like that,” Everette replies, his cheeks flush with embarrassment and arousal, the end of his cock dribbling with excitement. “I meant with frustration.”
Elliot takes a deep breath and longer sigh of relief, running his fingers back through the cub’s hair and forcing him into another kiss, tongue forcefully twisting and writhing back in the fox’s muzzle. The cub twitches with excitement as he proceeds to rub himself, weakly kissing back, eyes lidded with delirium as he ekes out a small orgasm into his paw. “There you go.” Elliot takes up the cub’s paw and licks the cum out of it. His bulge is noticeable enough through the pants for Everette to grasp with his free paw.
“I bet you could make a lotta guys very happy with this if you’d give it to them,” Everette remarks.
“Before your dad,” Elliot replies and picks the fox up, carrying him back into the living room where the pizza remains largely untouched. “Why don’t you clean this up, then we can watch a movie?” With a lazy yawn of agreement post-orgasm, Everette nods and packs the leftovers into a single box and takes it to the fridge. Sprawling across the sofa and swapping the channel to the drive full of films, Elliot lines up an old favourite horror film and with the blanket lifted, waits for the cub to return.
Everette climbs onto the rabbit’s lap and lays down, he twisted towards the television as the credits creep across the screen and the film’s score joins in. A jazzy tune buzzing over the radio of a truck matching which recalls the title of the film. Running his left paw up and down the cub’s back lovingly, Elliot whistles in tune and traces his fingers around the rectangular frames.
After some time and less interested in the film than the comfort and affection, Everette has drifted to sleep facing the opposite direction. Arms folded around Elliot’s left arm and his muzzle buried into the rabbit’s armpit, the cub sucks his thumb passively while locked in a deep sleep. Still watching the movie as Oliver pokes his head around the edge of the entryway, he offers a small wave with his free arm, trying to remain quiet. The feline opens his mouth to speak but is hushed by Elliot bringing his finger back to his mouth, then directing at the fox shaped mound of the blanket. Oliver instead proceeds to tiptoe across the living room and crouch beside the pair. “I wasn’t actually expecting that tonight, you know,” he whispers. “I just wanted to have some fun with you two.” Oliver gingerly runs his paw along the faded black and white fur of Elliot’s free arm, then reaches across to peel away the blanket slightly. “It makes me happy seeing you two being close.”
“Ollie…” Elliot sighs, bringing his paw up to hold the grey mitt atop Everette’s head. “I don’t really… mind, just I want to get something out of it too, y’know? I like seeing you fuck, it’s hot.”
“You perv,” he remarks, a chuckle cracking his face into a smile.
The film’s theme begins to rumble in the background, Elliot joining the tune as he lovingly runs his paw around the feline’s soft features. “Ollie Katzov, where’d you get those peepers? Ollie Katzov, where’d you get those eyes?” The song plays beyond his rendition. “You nap?”
Oliver nods, pressing closer and landing a kiss on the lips before he pulls back. “Mhm. I’m going to work on a couple things, I’ll be upstairs,” he adds before sneaking back out of the room.
As the film draws to a close, Elliot turns back to the regular television. Not quite 12 yet, he surmises. The grip on his arm hasn’t changed since the cub first clenched it almost two hours ago. Without an option to move and not disturb the boy, he remains glued to the sofa, running his free paw up and down the full length of the cub’s soft orange back fur. Moving to idly rub the crook of Everette’s back, the tail flicks as he touches it. “Evan?” he whispers, not sure if the action was conscious or not. The proceeding snore is answer enough as he resigns to a continued stint on the couch. Elliot shifts slightly to a less upright position and a more comfortable one flat on his back.
The soft snoring is replaced with a subtle moan, the cub’s body shifting in small spasms, with his bulge growing out to size against the older man’s. Don’t touch the boy. Their waists aligned it becomes increasingly difficult to ignore the wet dream currently passing the fox’s mind, and to ignore his own needs as they intensify. Don’t touch the boy. Elliot’s paw inches lower and lower until he has reached the boy’s underwear, slipping beneath the elastic. Don’t touch the boy. He grasps the soft cheek, kneading on it and using it to control the dry-humping. Don’t touch the boy. Their cocks aligned and otherwise touching if not for the three layers of fabric between them, he quietly huffs, “Don’t fuck the boy.” Elliot tries negotiating, his bucked teeth clamping hard on his bottom lip. Despite the man’s efforts for restraint the somnophilic cub continues to grind, tempting too far to resist as Elliot shifts his paw slightly further left, running his finger over the entrance. Rubbing it for only a second it begins to relax, an invitation irresistible to the rabbit as he inserts his finger with ease. Don’t fuck the boy. Do not fuck the boy. He sinks the finger down and the cub wakes with a gasp and orgasm, moaning stifled by a kiss. Elliot’s middle finger is joined by a second, pounding the cub’s ass and twisting to stretch him as well as the two digits can.
“Do it, please fuck me,” Everette begs, wiping away the drool at the edges of his muzzle. The boy’s pleasured moans drive the rabbit wild; the virtue slowly being eroded as he begins to push his arm down to loosen his pants and free his cock. Elliot pries his paw back from the cub’s backside, the blanket flying through the air in a grand fashion as he exposes his cock. Everette licks his lips thirstily and teasingly backs up to the other edge of the couch, legs spread but his underwear back around his waist.
Don’t! Fuck! The! Boy! His mind screams. Pursuing the cub to the side and bearing his weight down on him, Elliot slips his thumb into the cub’s muzzle which he gratefully sucks at first, before shifting his attention to the throbbing cock smearing precum all over his chest.
“Fuck, I want that thing in my ass,” Everette says, wrapping both paws around the shaft, massaging the foreskin back and forth. Sitting back as the cub plays so willingly, Elliot mumbles as precum dribbles from the tip. “It’s all wet and tasty I bet,” Everette teases and lowers his muzzle, sucking now.
A revelation. Elliot kneads the back of the cub’s head, not quite forcing the blowjob further but ensuring that his mouth remains sealed firmly around the thick cock. He bursts in the cub’s muzzle, enough to make the boy gag and choke at first before he swallows every drop. Didn’t fuck the boy. He rationalizes, panting heavily as he lets the fox off his cock.
Everette gulps what’s left before he removes his underwear, collects what escaped and remains clinging to the shaft with his paw, and spreads the semen all over his entrance. “Bunny want to keep going and going and going?” he asks, pulling his small spry erection back to his crotch and letting it spring to its place, aimed back at the rabbit.
Relaxed by the emptying of the dam Elliot leans back towards the cub, lapping at the hole until it is clean. “Not tonight,” he answers. Met with a look of complete disappointment from the incensed cub, Elliot retreats to his room.
“Stupid rabbit,” Everette grumbles, then rubs his jaw. Now feeling a bit of pain from the over-eager blowjob he’d been giving. Walking upstairs to go to bed now too, the cub hears voices and notices the light in the study is on, proceeding inside. He wipes his eyes sleepily, sans glasses though not quite as blind as his father without them. “Hey dad,” he says, reaching out and embracing the man.
Oliver jumps slightly at the hug, his headphones blocking out any noise. Popping one side off he runs his fingers through the cub’s blond hair in a fatherly fashion, brushing it out of his face. “Hey sweetie,” he replies. “Come to give your pre-bed blowjob?” Oliver lifts the boy’s chin closer to his mouth, planting a kiss on the fox’s soft lips. “Ah, you already got your snack,” he comments. Click. The whites of Oliver’s hazel eyes swell as his pupils shrink and the look of terror expands.
“Y-you okay? You’re not jealous are you,” Everette jokes, reaching to touch his father’s crotch.
“Shit, fuck,” Oliver curses in a panic and begins to furiously type and delete. 
“Dad?” Everette’s voice is laden with concern. The focus resumed entirely on the screen and his, Oliver ignores the cub’s concern. “Alright, I love you. I’m going to bed.”
“I love you too baby, sorry I’m just—” Oliver replies, cut off by the door closing. He motions the mouse to the call button and clicks, the dial tone going for ten seconds before he is met with the connection sound. “H-hey Greg,” he stammers, the raccoon showing in the corner of his screen, the time of 10:45PM showing just above. There’s an awkward pause between them, before the seemingly frozen screen moves.
“Hey Ollie! You lose connection or something?” the man asks. “Didn’t think your internet would be that bad,” he laughs.
The horrified expression starts to ease from the feline’s face. Maybe the internet had gone out at some point and his camera hadn’t shown anything. “Y-yeah, I noticed the call cut and thought something was up, sorry,” Oliver replies, forcing a chuckle.
“Haha, no worries! Heard your son come in and that’s about it.” The raccoon’s brown eyes focus intently in the corner of the screen, watching how the tabby reacts.
His jaw clenches, something off by the exchange. “A-anyway, what were you saying about a concert in a couple months?” Oliver tries to resume the conversation before his son interrupted, scratching his head nonchalantly.
“Yeah, band I reckon you’d like is coming to town near me, figured you should come! Maybe come hang out, bring your son,” Greg replies.
Nervously hovered over the red phone symbol Oliver shrugs. Not once has either fellow ska-enthusiast ever spoken about the other’s son in the months of chatting. “Maybe,” Oliver says with a contemplative tilt of his head. “He’s a bit of a shy kid sometimes,” he adds, breathing something of a sigh of relief as the conversation drifts.
Greg looks away and scratches his black button of a nose, a certain strain on his neck as he clearly bites his tongue. The realization settles in as Oliver knows more had been seen than his friend is letting on, neither wanting to broach the subject. “S-so has your friend gone home yet, or is he still around?”
The veneer of civility teeters on the brink. “I think it’s next week, but he really doesn’t want to,” their conversation slowly breaks away. “He’s got a lot of business stuff to get back to though. Don’t know when we’ll get the chance to hang out again,” Oliver says.
“What sorta business?”
“Furniture, does a whole eco-friendly, feed the people thing,” Oliver replies.
“Sounds neat, so what does that make him and Everette?”
Hand clenching nervously, both over the question and answer, Oliver shrugs. “Don’t really know,” he answers. A small, dark video appears in their chat and his heart skips a beat. “Haha, what’s that?” Oliver queries, the concern unable to be quelled by his light tone of voice.
Clicking play, there’s an unmistakable moan and the panting of someone calling out, “Daddy.” Once the video has registered as seen it is swiftly deleted.
Sitting stone-faced, staring at the other man showing in his screen, Oliver scratches his head. Clicking around the computer and searching his folders he plays another video, this one slightly brighter in terms of lighting, and longer still of a raccoon face down. He closes it out and the alias on the folder clicks. Afraid to be the one to mention their taboo relationships, it’s not until Greg’s son walks into frame, wiping his eyes sleepily and climbing into his lap that he whines, “I had a bad dream.”
“Hey honey, say hi to daddy’s friend,” Greg remarks.
“Hi daddy’s friend,” he says with a yawn that borders on the same moans.
“Hi Richie,” he replies, offering a friendly wave to the cub. Suspicions solidified he takes a file from his collection and sends it.
The thumbnail appears and Greg sets his son off his lap, clearly patting him on the bottom. “It’s just a dream, honey. You go back to bed, I’ll come tuck you in, in a little while,” he instructs. It’s slightly awkward to watch as the raccoon shifts in his chair and clearly begins to pleasure himself to the short video. “That is so fucking hot,” he says. The tension over the past half an hour melts with those words. “Was afraid to mention that I saw you and your son uh… making out.”
“Dude, I was fucking terrified when you hung up. I thought I was going to lose a cool friend,” Oliver replies, their stifled conversation no longer dammed as a multitude of questions fly from both men.
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Sat in a booth at their favourite diner, Elliot’s sour expression cannot be beaten by the burger he sinks his teeth into. The final stretch of his three-month vacation now in full-swing, five days until he must slip through time and emerge a day in the future. An exhaustive trip and one preferably avoided for as long as possible. Two dishes of spaghetti sit opposite him, Oliver twisting his fork around the noodles and eating them slowly. The spare bowl untouched, set out for their company still on the way. Ding-a-ling. The bell chimes as the door is thrust open, Everette panting as he hurries to the table. He flings his backpack beneath the table, jostling into the seat beside the tabby. “How was school?” Oliver runs a paw over his son’s shoulder.
Eyes brought together in a frustrated scowl Everette snaps, “It was shit.”
“Evan.” Oliver’s tone firms up at the language, the gentle caress of the arm stopping dead.
“I just mean it was the same crap,” the boy amends, arms crossed on the table and his head slumped atop them.
“That’s high school for you,” Elliot adds, wiping the edges of his mouth with a napkin to clear off the sauce.
“Middle-school here, El,” Oliver corrects his foreign friend. Resuming the loving roam of his paw up and down the boy’s back now, Oliver resumes eating his dinner.
“Seventh grade, then.” Elliot dismisses the conversation with a wave of his hand, taking up a fry and biting into the crispy potato. “Did anything happen though, buddy?” The rabbit extends a white paw and settles it around the cub’s paw, letting his fingers intertwine.
With a coy shrug and a faint blush Everette shakes his head and straightens up. “Just new classes and new people to give me… grief,” he self-censors and lets out a heavy sigh, finally taking the first bite of spaghetti.
“Don’t worry about them, once you’re finished school, you’ll likely never run into them again,” Oliver says.
“Yeah. When I finish,” Everette retorts, a mouth still full of mushed noodles and red sauce. He wipes his mouth with his beige sleeve before taking a drink of mountain dew.
“If you were to drop out, I’m sure your father would be more than happy to continue looking after you,” Elliot laughs. The look through the circular frames could burn holes through a weaker man’s soul, the rabbit still smiling despite the intense look. “And if he doesn’t, I will make sure nothing bad happens to you Evie.”
Furrowing his eyes in embarrassment and looking away at the girlish name, Everette huffs, “Thank you.”
Shaking his head and trying to hide a smile Oliver interrupts, “You’re finishing school.” He then leans in closer and whispers while providing a gentle nip on the ear, “How else will you get an after-school fuck?”
Everette grins wildly, ears perking up and his tail wagging eagerly at the suggestion. “That’s one way to get a fox to school,” Elliot says, moving his empty plate towards the edge to be taken away.
“How was everything darlings? Would you like anything else to drink?” The waitress is a brunette hare with a cordial tone.
“Delicious, and no thank you,” Elliot replies with a smile and nod, taking out a fifty-dollar bill in preparation. Neither feline father nor fox son have made any further dents in their food in a while, both their bowls still half-full. “Do you guys want to take it home?” he asks with an incline of the head.
“Yeah, we can have it later if we get hungry.” Oliver nods in agreement and the waitress is barely missed before she returns with the leftovers in a large takeaway container.
“Thank you, ma’am,” Everette says, shuffling out of the booth ahead of his father.
Father and son proceed to the door while Elliot handles the bill, passing the $20 change back in the form of a tip to the woman’s surprise as she stammers, “T-thanks!”
“You’re welcome,” he replies with a courteous bow and spins on his heel, heading outside and into the car idling in the parking lot. The lengthy drive begins, Elliot gazing out the window with a half-hearted smile.
A college town with the new year beginning, moving vans and young men and women walk the streets. Early to sweep up the best apartments and not restricted to living on campus, the seniors have their moves to an art. The couches hauled out of the back of the trailer by the burliest of the roommates, while the lighter furniture is handled by their smaller counterparts. The leaves have begun to turn orange in small parts, still clinging to the branches, not quite surrendering to the coming fall quite yet.
A painful reminder of the stressful life that awaits him in a few days when he boards the flight home. Thrust into work young, never experiencing the transition from education the business world, a sad expression moves to the man’s face. The car rumbles at a red light, Oliver nudging his passenger with his shoulder to point out an otter that has stripped to his briefs, before he dives from the bridge into the river below. The grey paw slides down until it rests on Elliot’s thigh, rubbing it gently until the white fingers interlock with them.
Passing out of the city limits and onto the deserted back streets, Elliot pushes their laced fingers toward Oliver’s crotch and begins to rub it. Immediately shifting position so that his legs are spread, Oliver answers the unspoken solicitation. Shifting the seatbelt behind his back and leaning low across the driver’s lap, Elliot fumbles with the belt holding the man’s pants firmly up. Nobody around the car holds for a moment as Oliver unfastens and pulls his pants below his ass to expose his cock and balls fully. Elliot indulges on the drive through the back streets sucking the feline’s cock through half drawn jeans, the man huffing and scrunching the black hair into a bundle from bliss. “Slow down, we don’t want an accident,” Oliver says.
Elliot obliges and allows the erection to sit unmolested in his maw for a moment, tongue idly wiggling at the side of it habitually. He moans and worms his paw below Oliver’s crotch, cupping the heavy balls and giving them a gentle squeeze. With headphones on and eyes closed in the backseat, Everette remains oblivious, his hood pulled far beneath his eyes. Slurping off the slick shaft, Elliot looks up with innocent eyes and fondles the tip. “Come on Ollie, I’ve only got a few days left. Are we gonna fuck tonight?” He gives the shaft a few enticing strokes.
“Tonight? Uh…” Oliver maintains his grip on the wheel with one paw and runs his fingers around the rabbit’s face with the other, back to his shaft.
Between licking and fondling the stiff six inches, Elliot noses around the base and takes in a deep breath. “You’re up to something aren’t you?” he asks. The moment the question passes from his lips, the once erect cock turns flaccid. Sitting up and helping fit the slowly softening package back into the white underwear, Elliot slumps.
“No, no! I just was supposed to be meeting up with a buddy tonight,” Oliver replies. “Was kind of last minute, wasn’t sure if I should go or not but I’d feel more comfortable with you here to babysit Evan if I do.”
“Here I was hoping you were going to say you want me to stay,” Elliot replies. “It’s not like I can go anywhere. But you owe it to me.”
“I’ll make it up to you before you go, promise.” As the car tumbles down the driveway it kicks up dirt, rock, and dust in its wake before halting dead. The engine cuts off and the two men sit in a pensive silence, fingers still laced together, before the moment is disturbed by the sound of a faint snore from the back seat.
“You both could sleep through an earthquake.” Elliot opens the door and proceeds to the back seat, running a paw over the sleeping cub’s shoulder. The innocent image shudders, partly awoken but groggily pulling away. Leaning into the car and unfastening the seatbelt, Elliot hauls the fox over his shoulder to carry him inside, setting him on the sofa.
Washing the dishes from breakfast and lunch, Oliver shudders as the bulky arms wrap around his smaller frame, a kiss on the neck eliciting a moan. “You’re not upset, are you?” The white paws stray in opposing directions, one up the feline’s white shirt while the other pushes through the gap in Oliver’s pants to massage the mass of soft flesh. “There’s a fox out there who would love half the attention you give to me.” Their bodies pressed together as one, dry humping in a desperate show to ease their growing frustrations.
“You’re the one that I really want,” Elliot argues. His left paw fondles an erect nipple, followed by a small tweak of the sensitive nub.
Melting into the loving embrace and trembling all the while, Oliver draws one arm back across his chest to clutch Elliot’s forearm tight. “You’re too good to me…” the tabby whispers, his other paw holding fast the hand down his pants for him to hump into.
“Do you want to make good on your promise now?”
Oliver shakes his head reluctantly, loosening his belt and dropping his pants. “No but… feel free to have some fun yourself.”
Stepping back to enjoy the view, the rabbit pulls the white underwear down to his boyfriend’s ankles. His fingers slowly brush the thick grey fur on the way back to the shapely behind, the cheeks firm and ready to bend as the hefty paws pry them apart. No greater invitation to behold, a perfectly pink ring stares back at the now salivating bunny. Moaning in pleasure as the oral assault begins, Oliver bends over the counter. Twirling and worming his skilful tongue in all manner of pattern, Elliot delights in the exploration of the feline’s behind.
Ample drops of pre-cum acting as the perfect lubricant for the handjob, Elliot molests both of Oliver’s sensitive extremes. Stupefied by pleasure and building to an intense orgasm, the tabby’s foot pounds on the tiles and his toes curl. “F-uck,” he grunts as cum bursts from the circumcised shaft and into the cupped paw in front of it. Breaking from the rimming to eat the prize he’s worked for, Elliot takes his time purposefully, moaning all the while. Catching his breath and turning to face his lover, Oliver’s half erect cock rests in front of the satisfied rabbit. “You really love eating ass, don’t you?”
Elliot swallows the erection, sucking it clean while managing to nod. “Mhm.” He gives an audible slurp as he pulls off the now largely flaccid penis, kissing each of the grey-fuzzy orbs. The front of his pants is stained with cum without so much as a stroke. As he climbs back to his feet and assists the underwear to its rightful place protecting his man’s bits, Elliot lands a tender kiss on the shy smile. “I love you Ollie, you have a good night. I’m going to go have a nap though,” he yawns, slinking out of the kitchen.
“I love you too,” Oliver sighs, washing his paws in the sink.
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Awoken by the grumble of his stomach, Elliot sneaks through the house downstairs. All lights are still off, the tv a black screen and no life in sight. He peeks outside into the night, almost surrendered to the dark with clouds masking a moonless sky. Opening the fridge and finding nothing quick, he opens the cooler and grabs an apple. Eating it by the light of the fridge before tossing the core to the bin, he closes the door and treads carefully back through the living room. The peephole holds no silhouette of the car, Oliver still not home with no indication of when he will arrive. Carefully avoiding the step that creaks to return to his room, Elliot pulls up his laptop and checks the e-mails. Another reminder having come through to confirm his seat on the flights.
Four days out, there are very few good seats remaining. Nothing in an aisle or in an exit row, and an upgrade to a higher class costing at least $1,000 extra for the longest flight. A temptation refused; he gambles with the middle seat nearest to the business class cabin. With the selection made, he draws a finger around the edge of his laptop idly. No longer focused on the flights, his ears note the sound of creaking wood. He closes the laptop and steps out of his room to greet his host, sighing to realize that it was just the house’s age.
The creaking resumes, this time recognizing it from the bedroom adjacent to his. Proceeding to the door to listen more intently, it is added to by the sound of blankets rustling. “N-no. Quit it you’re hurting—”
Bursting through the door and flashing the light on in a swift movement, Elliot raises a fist. Jolting upright with a yelp and a gasp, Everette’s his paws tremble and his eyes fly open wide with an immeasurable terror. “Hey, hey, hey.” Elliot swoops in to embrace the fox, who in turn falls silent and begins to melt into the pudgy frame. “You’re alright, Evan, you were just having a bad dream.”
Everette pinches himself and lets out a squeak, confirming that he’s escaped the horror his mind had conjured. “I… thanks,” he replies, wiping his eyes.
Fondling the dirty blonde hair and brushing it around the pointed orange ear, Elliot smiles politely and backs away from the bed. “Sweet dreams Everette,” Elliot replies.
Latching onto the paw before it can leave his reach the cub asks, “Can you sleep with me until dad gets back?”
“Okay buddy.” The moment his answer processes the grip on his paw relaxes, Elliot taking a few steps forward to turn off the light before walking backwards to sit on the bed. Laying atop the mattress, the closing summer breeze bears a chill to the almost naked man, only wearing underwear. He works his way beneath the blanket and lays staring at the roof, his bed mate already comfortably snoozing. Turning to his left and looking at the door, Elliot lays on his left side for a while. Without a pillow to act as a buffer, he rolls onto his back once more. A natural preference for sleeping on the opposite side, he reluctantly does so. Left arm stiff at his side while the right is carefully manoeuvred away from the fox. The position still misses a major component, no pillow to satisfy the empty space betwixt his arms. 
“It wouldn’t hurt for you to hold me, you know.” Everette drops the sleeping charade. After a moment’s hesitation Elliot obliges, left arm draping over the cub’s waist while the right pushes around him from below to clutch him tight. A natural sleeper like his father, Everette’s fur is soft to the touch. Elliot’s white digits comb through the orange coat before blending with the fur covering the cub’s stomach. “It’s nice to be held by you… doesn’t hurt as much compared to dad.”
The black ears prick up in alarm before recognizing the complaint, the feline’s slender form allowing bones to dig in. “Hah, I guess it has a few perks,” Elliot replies, rubbing his chubby torso.
Rolling over to face his bedfellow, Everette idly paws the chubby rabbit belly. The cub’s paws slip lower to the waistband, silencing the protest before it can begin with a kiss. Their tongues dance back into the fox’s supple muzzle, lips smacking amidst the desperate exchange. Both erect and dripping with excitement over the dangerous game they’re beginning, as the two uncut shafts meet in the middle, the pre-cum causes them to glide across and past the sensitive tip. 
Months of restraint and delusion about the line too steep to cross with the cub break down in an instant as Elliot clutches the fox near to his chest and through gritted teeth utters four words, “Let me fuck you.”
The low moans of pleasure as he humps into the older man shift into blissful squeals, cut low by a boy burnt many times over by the rabbit’s lustful demands. “Do you mean it?”
Without a second of hesitation, the man has his finger rubbing against the ripe entrance. “We’ve only got a few days left to do it.” The longest digit starts to push past the ring. “And I’m sure as shit not going home without fucking you.” Elliot’s finger curls further and pushes halfway to the knuckle, eliciting a gasp and twitch of discomfort from his young lover. Removing the probe and instead focusing on the mutual erections bumping together, precum links the ends of their lengths. Exchanging another passionate kiss, their limbs entangled with fervent and flustered love. “E-Evan get the lube sweetie,” Elliot huffs, paws shaking.
Breaking free of their tantric position Everette kisses his way to the throbbing erection and guides it toward the back of his maw, deep throating the lengthy and thick shaft. An aficionado of the carnal delights and believer in a raw experience, Everette works to coat his prize in saliva. Once satisfied he turns to ease it inside to no avail. The head consistently thick the full circumference without even the slightest taper to help penetrate. “I doubt it’s going to fit like that,” Elliot remarks on the cub’s failing endeavour.
“What if I?” Everette starts to push the rabbit onto his back and sits just in front of the erection. He glides the slick shaft between his cheeks, moaning and attempting repeatedly to pop the tip inside, only for it to slip away. “Then you best get to work,” Everette grumbles, turning around so that his rear is closer to the man’s face instead.
Sitting upright and meeting the hole with a tentative lick at first, Elliot’s tongue proceeds to dance over and barely inside the cub’s entrance. Sucking on the supple pink ring and pushing his tongue past the seal, Elliot’s slick appendage curls and drags its way over the squishy insides. Unable to even take a moment to suck on the solid shaft before him, Everette squirms and moans. His legs positioned to either side of the man, the pound against the mattress while his brown toes wrap around the sheets and pull in a frantic fashion.
With a smack of his lips and slurp as he pulls away, Elliot draws a finger across the cub’s rear and towards the moist button. Drenched with saliva, the sound of debauchery fills the darkness as his anus squelches with every push and pull of the finger. Joining the cacophony starts the slurping of the rabbit’s cock as the fox sucks on the very tip, popping the head in and out of his pursed muzzle. “Let’s try again,” Elliot suggests, finger buried deep into the cub’s ass. “With lube, and maybe some light.”
Everette crawls away from his mate and off the edge of the bed, taking to the bedroom light and flicking it on. The bedside table houses ample lubricant and a camera, used to record the father and son’s incestuous incidents. “Should we record it for dad?” Everette asks, setting the camera atop the table and aiming it towards the bed where Elliot lays casually on his back.
The black fur atop his head shakes, rejecting the proposition before beckoning the boy closer with a hooked finger. Lubricant in hand the fox stands at the edge of the bed, a shiver sent down his spine by the paw gliding through his fur. “This first time can be for us,” Elliot says. Out of the bed and standing over the giddy looking fox, Elliot takes the lubricant and pats the orange rump in a friendly manner.
Positioned on all fours at the edge of the bed Everette moans with anticipation. The lube drizzles out over the pink only to be sucked in with a flex of the cub’s hole, a squelch as a finger lodges itself down to the knuckle. Elliot turns his wrist and starts to stretch his lover’s ring in all directions, met with a boot to the waist. Unmistakably his naïve exploration stumbles across the cub’s prostate, the intensifying moans and shaking of the cub’s tail a sure sign as the man grinds his finger over the subtle bump. Wilder moans and strained groans of pleasure emanate from the fox’s youthful muzzle, his teeth clenched around the sheets. His barely pubescent cock on display, rigid and dripping onto the sheets, Everette reaches back to touch himself only to be denied.
Removing his finger entirely and standing at the edge of the bed, Elliot runs his cock over the twitching hole. He angles the tip down into the sweet warmth, trying to push inside to no avail. The walls clenching tightly in stark refusal to the slick and girthy head trying to penetrate the cub. “E-Evan I don’t think it’ll fit,” Elliot concedes, scratching his head tentatively.
“No, no don’t stop,” the fox pleads, feet curling up and rubbing the slippery cock head. He squelches the pre-cum between his pads, using it to lubricate the rest of the length while his hips rock back and forth.
“I’m not being responsible for hurting you.” The rabbit begins to weasel out of the situation, truly afraid of what might befall the boy should he continue.
Everette rolls onto his back and holds his legs spread, feet continuing to rub the man’s shaft. His waist is held high to keep a clear and enticing view of his entrance, glistening with saliva and some pre-cum. “You won’t be, just keep going,” he begs.
Aligning his middle finger against the entrance now and slipping that inside, the man caresses his lover’s open muzzle. The fox wriggles on his back, needily humping against the intrusive appendage. He moves to suck the fingers in his face, moaning loudly as his tongue worms around them. One finger having showed too little to stretch the cub comfortably enough to fit him, Elliot moves to insert a second. There’s some resistance, mostly due to a lack of additional lubrication, his second finger slowly but surely penetrating.
Moving on from sucking the fingers to moaning unabashedly, Elliot traces the damp fingers around the boy’s nipples and begins to tweak the stiff, sensitive nubs. Cock violently shaking like a volcano pre-eruption, as the second finger is added fully, Everette’s back arcs and he begins to spurt cum, a solid few lines which coat from above his head on the mattress through to his belly button. He trembles from the powerful orgasm, huffing through exhausted eyes. The brown paw shakes as he brings it up to lock with the white one molesting his nipples.
Another twist of his fingers as they fit comfortably inside the cub’s backside, Elliot removes his digits and moves into position. His cock presses against the weak hole, still eliciting a raucous moan from the fox. Everette wriggles back further onto the bed as the man towers over him, his legs pulled back and hole wholly on display. Elliot aligns his cock and lays into the cub, slowly at first. He doesn’t get to witness it popping inside, but the sensation of the young entrance clenching on the other side of the head is blissful. Better still the elated look on Everette’s face as the hole is plugged. Sealing it with a kiss, Elliot plunges another inch deeper. Straining to comfortably fit the older man Everette starts to arch his back, left eye clenched shut as he clutches the man twice his size.
“You good?” he asks, pulling away from the kiss and sliding his hips back, cock slurping as it peels away from the depths.
In a stupor the cub nods, tongue lolling from the edge of his maw. The fox wraps his legs around the man’s waist, encouraging the shaft deeper by clamping down his legs. “K-keep going,” Everette stammers, his paws weakly pulling up the sheets. Pushing an arm around the cub’s lower back and clutching it tight, Elliot obliges and slips back deep, thrusting sharply and getting deeper than he’d managed before. The new length causes the cub to flinch and whine, kicking and letting his legs come loose.
Pulling out and abandoning his efforts, Elliot lays beside the fox and rubs his belly gently. “I didn’t want to hurt you,” he says, running his fingers up through the cum coated fur.
“Just a… little bigger than dad I guess,” Everette replies, reaching down and feeling his stretched hole. “Do you mind if I’m on top? It should help a bit.”
Hesitant to resume after causing the cub such discomfort, Elliot shakes his head. “N-no, I think we might be better waiting until later,” he answers.
Everette takes hold of the erection protruding from the man’s pelvis, still solid and dripping. He works the foreskin back and forth, lubricated with a blend of pre-cum and proper lubricant. “I want this all in me though,” he confesses.
Unable to persuade the cub otherwise, Elliot rolls onto his back and holds his shaft upright. “Alright, don’t push yourself to take it all,” he warns. Despite the effort, Everette slots himself right to the last point he’d made it to before his hole clenched shut. His tail flails wildly, grinding back and forth, side to side to encourage the depths of his ass to give another inch.
Between all the squirming and his elicit moans of degenerate pleasure, the cub flexes his anus and slips further than he’s taken any man in months. Meeting the unsullied depths and the vice grip, Elliot holds the fox at the base and thrusts hard. Caught up in the moment of passion the boy begins to dribble semen, while his ass is blasted with several ropes of cum. Pushing himself as hard against the cub’s behind as possible and grinding, Elliot groans. Exhausted by their session Everette leans down close to the man’s chest and starts to moan, the cock still lodged inside his ass still rigid and slipping in and out. Semen bubbles out of the hole, the squelching sound of its prolonged use filling the air along with the scent of sex.
“Did you like that?” he asks.
“More than you know.” Elliot shifts around on the mattress, placing the half sleeping cub to his side and slipping back into the dripping hole to fall asleep as close to the boy as possible. A moment they’ll each cherish as their first together, and not the last for the remaining days of the man’s vacation.