Path: not-for-mail
From: Trendane of Windshift <trendane@fursuit.org>
Newsgroups: fur.stories.erotica
Subject: Re: FUR: Buttfiend Beefcake by Tredain (M/M)
Date: Sat, 16 Apr 2005 22:02:47 -0700
Organization: Critter Networking Services
Lines: 444
Message-ID: <d3sqln$282i$1@urocyon.critter.net>
References: <d3h3n9$1pv3$1@urocyon.critter.net>
NNTP-Posting-Host: c-24-6-122-81.hsd1.ca.comcast.net
Mime-Version: 1.0
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"; format="flowed"
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit
X-Trace: urocyon.critter.net 1113714168 73810 24.6.122.81 (17 Apr 2005 05:02:48 GMT)
X-Complaints-To: newsmaster@critter.net
NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 17 Apr 2005 05:02:48 +0000 (UTC)
User-Agent: Mozilla/5.0 (X11; U; Linux i686; en-US; rv:1.7.2) Gecko/20040804
X-Accept-Language: en-us, en
In-Reply-To: <d3h3n9$1pv3$1@urocyon.critter.net>
===================
Well...Pheonix suggested a few things, so let's see if this works for
posting a story. Here goes everything:
Buttfiend Beefcake
"Studs, I'm home," Tredain called as he closed the front door. When
there was no response the fox paused and listened. He could hear the TV
on in the living room. The horse must be busy watching something, he
thought. Quietly he walked to his room and dumped his backpack, coming
out into the hall a moment later.
"Hey," The doberman greeted as the fox walked into the living room.
Tredain froze.
"Hi," he responded, eying the stranger. The canine lay sprawled out on
the couch pressed to the far wall. His pointed head rested on his hand,
his arm propped up as he changed the channel repeatedly with the remote
in his other hand. He was dressed in a small sleeveless shirt with a
midriff, it looked, and a pair of jeans shorts. The dog rolled his head,
popping his neck.
"I'm a friend of Studs'," He spoke up after Tredain walked in and sat on
the couch adjacent to the TV. The canine sat up and stretched his arms.
"He had to go out of town. Something for his dad. He said I could stay
here for a few days,"
"Oh, yeah he does that once in a while," The snowy vulpine leaned back.
"I'm his roomie,"
"Yeah I know, Tredain, right?" The doberman's slim muzzle perked in a
smile. "He's told me all about you. My name's Victor by the way,"
A soft blush filled the fox's ears. He knew what the dog meant. His
stallion companion tended to have a loose tongue when it came to the
subject of sex. The doberman stood up and walked over to the fox,
sitting beside him with a congenial smile.
"It's nice to meet you," He extended a hand. Tredain smiled and nodded
back, grabbing the hand. They squeezed and shook softly, the doberman's
hidden strength revealed in the grip.
"You too," he said quietly, tail nervously flicking back and forth. The
dog seemed to lean in, the fox focusing on that confidant smirk of his.
"So, you don't have a place of your own?" He asked.
"Oh, I do, kind of. But I like to get out and about once in a while.
Really I'm here because Studs asked me to," The fox's ears perked.
"Oh? Really?" He suspected he knew where this was going. "You're not
here to keep me company are you?"
Victor chuckled and sat up straight, stretching one more time. "Yeah,
kinda," he grinned.
The fox crossed his arms and smiled. "Yeah it sounds exactly like
something he'd do. Well, its a pleasure to meet you Victor,"
That smirk came back, a little bigger. "Oh the pleasure of meating is
all mine," he said, his pearly whites flashing. "So, did you just get
back from work? Studs said you worked at a book store or something,"
The big dog leaned back, resting his elbows on the arm of the couch as
he faced the fox.
"Yeah, it's kind of an adult book store. I work there with a few
others," An image of Nathan bubbled into his head. "It's a pretty quiet
little place," He turned to look at the TV, trying not to watch the
doberman eye over him hungrily. This wasn't the first time Studs had
left town with his dad, only to send one of his buddies over to 'keep
him company'. The last one had been a bear with a bit of a bondage
fetish. Aside from the occasional bathroom break and a shower or two
each day he didn't move that whole weekend. The fox smirked a lil. Well,
he had squirmed a whole bunch.
"So you wanna do something for dinner?" Victor chimed in, breaking the
fox out of his momentary revere.
"Um, sure. Pizza sound good?" He smiled, tail flopping into his lap.
"Yeah, I could go for that, I think. I'm a bit of a meat eater," The
doberman licked his lips. "Sausage alright with you?"
"Yeah sure, I eat sausage all the time," Tredain replied without
thinking, blushing a little bit after realizing what he said. The dog
didn't seem to notice, but the fox swore he heard a soft snicker.
"I'll go call it up. Just make yourself comfortable, I mean, it is your
house after all," Victor patted the fox on the lap and got up, walking
past to the kitchen. Tredain turned, watching him walk to the phone on
the wall and start to call it in. His eyes glanced over the canid body.
Victor wasn't too tall, just a little bit more than he. That clothing
seemed to be hiding some unseen muscle though, from the feel of the hand
shake. He smiled, watching the little stubby tail wiggle as the dog talked.
He had to wonder what was in store for him. Studs always had
interesting friends. For one all the ones he ever introduced to the fox
were total perverts. But then he figured that gave them some common
ground to work with so it wasn't all bad. He smiled, undressing the dog
in his mind. He certainly wasn't the forward type. The bear hadn't even
bothered to say hello. His tail flicked about eagerly.
Victor finished the order and Tredain turned back to the TV, as if he
hadn't been eying him. The fox grabbed the remote and started to channel
surf.
"All set. I'll even treat, since I'm the guest," The doberman sat down
on the couch again, closer than last time.
"Oh, you don't have to. Studs always has a spare bit of cash for food
lying around,"
"Naw, I insist. I mean I'm sure he didn't tell you I'd be staying," The
doberman shifted, bringing his leg up under his other one.
"Well, no. But really that's no reason to..." The fox trailed off
quietly. A hand was resting on his.
"Hey, it's not a problem," Victor smiled, leaning in. Tredain blushed
and turned to meet his eyes with the doberman's. The dog leaned in
closer, looking like he was going to kiss him.
"So, is there anything you want to watch?" He smirked, pulling back
after coming just about an inch or two to his lips. The fox blinked.
"Huh?" He said, momentarily confused. "Oh! Oh. No, not really. I usually
crack a book or play a game or something. Studs is usually the one
parked in front of the TV if he's not working out or.." He trailed off
again, about to say 'fucking me'. He stopped and just blushed.
"Yeah I'm not much of a couch potato either," The dog nestled back into
the couch, putting a hand behind his head and resting the other on his
crotch. They sat quietly a few minutes, the fox shifting in his seat now
and again. He wanted to say something but nothing would come. Time
seemed to tick along, the only sound in the room the endless chatter of
the TV. Tredain wasn't even aware of what was on really. He looked
towards the screen, but his eyes were glued to Victor. He nearly jumped
when the dog reached into his pants, only to itch at his balls. He
didn't seem to pay any attention to the fox.
Suddenly the doorbell rang and they both jerked out of the couch.
Victor stood up and smiled at his host. Tredain blushed a little and
smiled back, tail flicking about. The dog went to the door and returned
a moment later carrying a box of hot pizza. He set it on the coffee
table and sat back down, this time right next to the fox.
"Anything to drink?" He said, pulling the box open and grabbing a slice
to blow on.
"Yeah I'll go grab something," He stood up. And froze, as a hand smacked
his ass. He looked back at the doberman, who innocently continued
blowing on the hot slice, holding it in both hands.
"What do you want?" He said, his face suddenly hot as he blushed.
"Um, I'll take anything. I don't usually drink soda but I think I can
splurge a little just this once," he smiled, taking a bite off the tip
hungrily.
"Sure thing," He turned back, rubbing his butt softly. He went to the
kitchen and grabbed a couple of bottles of soda, popping the caps and
returning with them. He stopped in the hallway to see Victor had removed
his shirt, having tossed it unceremoniously on the floor. He came back
and sat down again beside the doberman, handing him a soda. The dog took
another bite of pizza and sipped it casually.
"Thanks," He said, sitting back to watch TV as he ate. Tredain took a
slice himself, but not before taking a moment to look the doberman up
and down. This one liked to tease and play innocent. He sat back and
chewed his own slice.
They ate in silence for what seemed an hour, occasionally changing
channels but not really finding anything interesting. When they finished
the pizza and went through a few more bottles of soda they cleaned up,
each taking some of the empty bottles while Victor grabbed the box.
"We've got a lil recycling bin out back for the bottles, and a big
garbage can for the box," Tredain said, leading the way. As they passed
through the kitchen the canine snuck a grope at the fox's butt. He
didn't say or react this time, and the hand brushed against him again as
he opened the back door. They dumped the bottles and box in the bins and
the fox paused.
"Wow, a full moon tonight," he said conversationally, looking up to the
full silver orb in the sky. He gulped softly as the hand returned,
cupping one of his cheeks. It didn't leave.
"Yeah, it's really pretty tonight. Plenty of stars," Victor said into
his ear, standing very close. He could feel the dog's breath on his
neck, his strong hand kneading around his butt and trailing a finger up
and down his crack.
"Where would you like to sleep tonight?" He asked clearly, his lips
suddenly dry. "I mean, Studs' room is empty, if you'd like a bed,"
"I think we both know where I'll be sleeping, my little fox," He
whispered, his hand squeezing the fox's butt a little more. Tredain
blushed deeply and just nodded quietly.
"You know, it's a bit cold out here," Victor said suddenly, pulling his
hand away. They turned and walked back into the house, the fox's snow
white muzzle a tender pink from blushing. The studly doberman turned and
leaned against the table, a small smile on his muzzle.
"So, do you feel like doing anything?" He asked bluntly.
"Well, sure. There's lots of things to do here. I've got a few consoles,
and my computer has lots of stuff on it," he said, not meeting the dog's
eyes. He could see the grin.
"Sure, let's go to your room," Victor said jovially. He turned and let
the fox get ahead of him. Another soft smack to his ass had his cotton
shorts well tented. He opened the door to his room and as he stepped in
the doberman pressed himself closer again, rubbing the fox's ass once
more. Tredain gulped softly and kept walking.
His room was a bit of a mess. The computer desk was against the nearest
wall with all sorts of brickabracka covering it. A few clothes and
magazines littered the floor, with his bed pressed to the far corner. A
TV and some game consoles sat adjacent to it in the other nearby corner.
"Cozy," Victor said into his ear. Suddenly the hand moved and he felt
the other join it. They slipped up his waist, up his shirt, and then
pulled it up and off the fox, who moved his arms obediently. "Very
cozy," he said again, those strong hands sliding around the fox's front
and pulling him to the doberman's chest.
"You like to play along," Victor rubbed his long pointed muzzle against
the back of Tredain's head. "I like that,"
The fox tried to moan softly, but his throat seemed too dry. He knew
this was coming, but the dog was so... he couldn't even think of the
right words. Those strong hands roving through his snow white fur made
him quiver, loving the feel of the powerful arms wrapped around him.
"How about you strip off these itty bitty shorts and show me that
luscious little butt of yours," The fox blushed but nodded. Stepping
towards his bed he kept his back to the dog and hooked his hands into
the rim of his loose black shorts. Slowly he pulled them down, bending
forward and flicking his tail aside to show his snow white cheeks.
Victor grinned and adjusted himself, licking his lips. The cotton cloth
slipped down Tredain's slender legs and fell to the floor with hardly a
noise.
He smiled and turned to face his guest, completely naked. His rigid
cock bobbed between his legs in the open air, a bead of pre dripping
from the tip. The doberman nodded in approval.
"He said you were a pretty one. Now come here and take my shorts off,"
He commanded. The fox nodded meekly and got to his knees. He remembered
the last time Studs had asked him to do the same thing. At least he
could use his hands this time. He brought his hands up and suddenly the
shorts moved. He gasped a moment. The whole groin seemed to have jumped.
He looked up at Victor, who grinned and nodded. Tredain was interested
now. He popped the fly open and slowly pulled the zipper down, licking
his lips as he watched the big lump.
The baggy jeans came down without any effort, slipping to the
doberman's ankles. And the fox let out another gasp.
"Damn," Was the only word he could think of. The doberman was as
hung as Studs! Maybe even a little bigger. He'd have to compare the two.
He made a note to try to arrange it so he could. The thick cock hung
down, almost to the dog's knees. It dangled above a fat pair of nuts,
the thick tool throbbing softly. Tredain smiled and slid a hand over it,
brushing down the huge shaft.
"Yeah, Studs drools over it occasionally too. Right before he lets
me stuff it in him," Victor chuckled, letting the fox handle the big
fleshy tool.
Tredain looked up. "You and Studs?" Victor nodded.
"Yeah, I know he doesn't go bottom often. He just thinks you're so
cute, he can't help but wanna dick you, even if he wants you to play
with his ass sometimes," The dog grinned, brushing a hand over the furry
head. Tredain nodded softly, rubbing his face against the big tool. He
murred contently, letting his hands brush up and down the shaft. He
squeezed it playfully, kissing at the fat nuts tenderly.
"Mmm, I have to say I like playing with a good ass more than I even like
you playing with my dick," Victor grinned, stroking the fox's head and
teasing his fingers over the pointed ears. "How bout you crawl up on
your bed and lay down for me?"
Tredain nodded softly and turned, climbing onto the bed. He slid down
to his belly and spread his legs, looking back over his shoulder.
Victor's grin went wider and the dog walked to the bedside, his thick
dick bobbing along. His hands came down, sliding over the silky fur
lovingly. They squeezed the cheeks gently, thumbs teasing up and down
the crack. Tredain moaned quietly, toes curling at the gentle fondling.
"Mmm, nothing I like more than a good butt," Victor said as he
kneeled down. "I could play with this for days," he smirked, spreading
the fleshy orbs apart to blow a cold stream of air across the tight pink
bud. The fox gasped, jumping at the cool sensation, and his pucker
tightened, cheeks trying to flex. Victor squeezed a little harder,
kneading his fingers into the firm flesh.
"Mmm, nothing more beautiful," The doberman cooed, leaning his
head down and brushing his velvety ribbon of a tongue across the tight
pink bud. Tredain cooed back, moaning softly as the tongue pushed in
slightly and wiggled against his ring. The fox squirmed a little,
pressing back eagerly. Victor smiled, brushing his snout up and down the
open valley, kissing at the tight hole teasingly. His tongue slipped out
again, swirling against the fox's entrance. The doggy lips rubbed up and
down against it, teeth lightly brushing the crinkled flesh.
Tredain moaned hotly, biting into his sheets as the dog played with his
asshole. He groaned, hands grabbing at the sheets as he resisted the
urge to buck back into Victor. His tail flicked back and forth eagerly,
letting out a happy moan as the doberman began to really lick at his
hole, going over it again and again ravenously. The fox squirmed, trying
not to tense up or seem too eager. He couldn't help but moan again as
the dog pulled back, teasing a finger tip around the rim of his hole.
"Yes, do it," He flexed himself, butt relaxing as he took in a
deep breath. The finger plunged in with little difficulty, lubed with
slick spit from the tongue job. Tredain groaned as it probed inside him.
It slid in carefully, going up to the knuckle and pausing. Victor
wiggled it with a giggle, making the fox squirm more.
"You know here I was thinking Studs was exaggerating about your
pretty little bottom," Victor chuckled, working the digit in and out of
the clenching tunnel. He wiggled against the ring as it tried to squeeze
reflexively, working it against the smooth inner walls with a circular
motion. Once in a while he'd pull out to remoisten his finger, always
sliding back in slowly only to pick up and pump again gently. The second
finger made the fox growl into the sheets, his ring stretching to accept
it.
"How big can you take?" He asked quizzically, wiggling both fingers
inside the fox. Tredain shuddered and took his teeth from the sheets.
"Not quite sure, Studs takes me now and again no proooohhh, problem," He
gasped, the fingers massaging against him and tapping his prostate off
and on. Victor leaned in, licking at the rim of the hole as his fingers
continued to pump it.
"Mmm, I love a well trained butt," He chuckled, slapping the fox on the
left cheek with his free hand. "But then I'm just a freak for any kind
of butt,"
"Ahh, lovelyyyy," Tredain bit into the sheets again, getting a big
mouthful as Victor eased his ring finger through the cloying ring,
making a total of three stuffed inside him. He pulled them in and out
slowly, making sure to wiggle them against the tight ring. The fox
responded with a long, low groan, pressing back. Victor smiled, reaching
between the fox's legs and fondling the furry white nuts. He pulled his
fingers free and returned his muzzle to the open hole, squeezing each
cheek in his hand as his tongue flicked inside the slowly closing
tunnel. The doberman kissed it wantonly, pushing his tongue in as far as
it would go. He pulled out with a wet slurp.
"Lets just roll you over," He grinned, taking the fox's legs and
flipping him over. He pushed the vulpine legs into the air, curling
Tredain up. He moaned softly, looking down between his legs at the
doberman, who just smirked and brushed his lips over the furry upturned
butt. He kissed at it lovingly, letting the fox watch as he pushed his
tongue back inside. His lips sealed around the bud, the fox's eyes wide
as the velvet ribbon wormed inside him.
Victor let out a pleasant mmmm into the wet butt, slurping lewdly as
his suckled and slipped his tongue in and out of the wanting butt. He
would pull off occasionally to circle a finger or two around it,
plunging inside to make his host gasp and moan all the more.
"You know," he said, wiggling his tongue back in a moment. "I could do
this for hours," he circled the rim of the hole, kissing it once more.
"Just to watch you squirm, beautiful,"
Tredain's face filled with blush again, his dick rigid and drooling pre
onto his belly. His tongue lolled out of his slender muzzle, chest
heaving as he panted hotly.
The doberman hummed quietly, rubbing his face and hands over the firm
orbs, squeezing and nibbling over them contently. Tredain squirmed,
holding his legs as the dog tortured his hole lovingly.
"Please, fuck me," He begged, flexing his butt as the doberman pulled
his tongue out one more time. Victor smirked.
"Oh you're asking for it now huh? All done with me playing with your
hole?" He chuckled, giving one of the cheeks another slap. "Mmm, Yeah I
think I can do that. My jaw is getting a little tired after all," He
stood slowly, stretching his legs after kneeling for so long. He let the
fox uncurl and unceremoniously rolled him over again, letting his legs
dangle over the edge of the bed. The dog smiled and lowered himself
down, almost laying on his host. He nipped at the closest ear, suckling
on the velvet point of black as his long heavy cock was laid against the
fox's back.
Tredain moaned quietly beneath the dog's muscled form, tilting his head
as his ear was playfully chewed upon, his back arching to meet the super
heated rod of flesh. The fat nuts pressed against his bottom, the cock
sliding along the base of the fuzzy tail and grinding against the snowy
plane of velvety fur on his back. The fox whined lustily, grinding back
against the stiff tool. The dobie's lips drew down his ear, kissing his
cheek.
"I like that noise," he whispered, slipping himself down the vulpine
body. He nipped at the slender neck, his long cock rubbing down across
the fuzzy white valley. The fat mushroom head brushed the loosened hole,
pressed against it and made the fox quiver. The doberman made a noise,
whispered something that went unheard as his dick pushed inside the
subby male. Tredain groaned, feeling every inch of flesh as it sank
inside him. He quivered beneath the muscular canine and spread his legs,
pushing into the warm shaft opening him up. Strong hands came to squeeze
his shoulders, kneading the furry flesh and using it as a handle to pull
the fox back onto his groin. Tredain groaned, then jumped as the stud
hilted inside him with one thrust. He quivered, biting into a pillow to
stifle his scream of a moan. Victor chuckled quietly and ground against
the fox's bottom, letting his hands slip down to hold him by the waist.
"I was thinking," The doberman whispered, gyrating his hips and gently
pumping the first inch out of the supple rump. "I think we should get
together with that big dicked roomie of yours, play a little game of
'skewer the fox',"
Tredain moaned something incoherently and the dog just chuckled,
pulling himself further out of the tight hole before plunging back in.
He pressed in hard, his fat nuts resting on top of the fox's. He thumped
the bottom a couple times, pulling out a little over half way and
plunging back in with rapid thrusts, just to hear the vulpine moan. The
fox arched his back to press himself against the throbbing tool,
squeezing at it as best he could. The meaty tube pulsed inside him,
splitting his cheeks around its fleshy girth. The doberman slowly
brushed his muzzle against the fox's neck, sinking himself in to the
hilt again and holding there. They stayed like that for a bit, listening
to each other's breathing and enjoying their close warmth.
Then Victor grinned like a devil and started to buck. His entire body
moved fluidly, slipping almost entirely out of the fox before plunging
back in, sliding his hard throbbing cock between the wanting cheeks and
sheathing deep into the fox's tunnel before pulling out and repeating
the process all over again in rapid succession. He grabbed the vulpine's
hips and pulled them up against his groin, standing on the edge of the
bed to hold the fox in place as he jackhammered his hole. Tredain yelped
and bounced across the sheets, pushed forward by the strength of the
thrusts only to be dragged back down onto the hard tool by the dobie's
strong hands. Before too long the fox adjusted himself, holding onto the
bed and humping his ass back in time with the doberman, eyes closed as
he enjoyed the feeling of the fleshy weapon pushing into his rump again
and again. The friction made him quiver, flesh rubbing on flesh. He
moaned as the tool bumped over his prostate repeatedly, hammering it
with quick blows.
Suddenly the dog withdrew. Before the fox could even utter a protest he
squealed and was flipped over onto his back. His legs were pulled over
his head and the fat cock pushed right back into the open, wanting hole.
Tredain yelped a moan, finding himself muzzle to muzzle with the horny
canine as he was again buggered at the frantic pace.
"Sorry for the surprise," Victor panted in his ear, showering soft
kisses along the slim muzzle as he pressed down onto the slender body,
pinning it to the bed. "Just like to readjust now and again,"
Tredain moaned a reply, listening to the heavy thump of the doberman's
groin against his upturned bottom again and again. He watched as his own
cock tapped against his white belly, drooling a small string of pre onto
his fur as his balls danced below to the rhythm of the pounding. The fox
laid his head back and groaned, gripping the doberman's shoulders as the
dog began to attack his throat in kisses.
"Hold tight," Victor grunted, slipping his hands under the fox's arms.
With a hearty heave the dog pulled back and lifted the fox up off of the
bed, still working his hips and pounding his sausage into the pink hole.
The fox's eyes went wide and he squeezed tightly at the broad shoulders,
gravity driving him down onto the rigid fleshy shaft as sheer pumping
strength held him aloft. The doberman leaned back, letting his hips work
the rest of his body into one fluid motion of fucking. The fox moaned
loudly in the grip, unable to do anything more than hang in the air and
let his ass get fucked by the hung stud. He bounced up and down on the
canine groin, the wet cock slurping in and out of his tunnel.
The pressure was building, he couldn't take much more. The fox's body
tensed, urging the canine to pump faster, and he went over the edge. His
head flew back in a howl as his ass clamped down on the hard intruder,
his cock flaring between his legs and shooting between them like a white
fountain. Hot strings of goo spurted out, some landing on the humping
furs and some flying to the floor. The doberman growled as a few strings
tapped his chin, making him hump all the faster.
With something like a howl he let go completely. Tredain squealed,
suddenly dropping onto the bed again, the dick slipping out. The canine
pounced after him, weight sinking the both of them into the bed as he
resheathed himself. The doberman's thrusts became frantic, his hands
pinning the fox down.
Suddenly he shuddered and let out a loud, relieved moan, slamming the
hard length into his mount's ass before his nuts contracted against his
groin. The massive dong quivered and flared in the clenching tunnel, a
geyser of spunk filling the fox's rump. Tredain's eyes looked off into
space a moment, bewildered from the hard orgasm and the sudden movement.
With his tongue hanging out a wide smile slowly curled his lips and his
head flopped back onto the bed, a soft sigh escaping him. Victor lay
prone on top of him, frozen in mid coitus as he released his spunk into
the willing host. He panted hotly, keeping his groin ground against the
fuzzy rump until it had milked the last few spurts of seed from him.
"Mmm, enjoy that?" He said, finally moving. His lips moved down, found
the fox's, and they kissed softly. Tredain's body came alive again,
taking in a deep breath as their lips met. He nodded softly, mrring into
the doberman's mouth. Victor broke the kiss and rubbed noses with the
vulpine. "Good," he muttered and slowly withdrew his cock.
"Gods, you're still hard?" Tredain gasped, shuddering as he felt the
stiff tool pull out of him. Victor grinned that devilish grin of his and
nodded, standing up once again, his hand stroking his, now very wet,
cock. The long length pulsed and throbbed still, a drop of spunk falling
out.
"Yah, it'll stay like that a while, little fox. It likes what you gave
it," He smirked and rolled the messy fox over onto his belly once more.
He turned the slender male around, laying him out lengthwise along the bed.
"Now, what was that you said earlier about games?" He said as he
climbed over the amazed vulpine and unceremoniously stuffed the meaty
tool back between his cheeks. The fox gritted his teeth and grunted,
stifling a moan with his eyes wide at the dog's virility. He let out a
soft sigh of contentment and smiled as Victor's muzzle came up again and
brushed his ear, those silky lips kissing his cheek.
"Yeah, I've got a few we can play," he replied casually, grinding back
against the stud lodged in his rump again. Victor just smiled, letting
his body rest on top of the fox's. He hooked his hands under the slender
arms, holding himself close.
"Mmm, good, I could play all night," He whispered into the damp pointy ear.
The End. For now. :)
Trendane Sparks
Looking at the future...in retrospect.
I'm not crazy...I'm merely sane in the same way that Velveeta is cheese.