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It had been forever and a day since Tyson had seen his cousin Tor. The two tigers had grown up almost like brothers since they were the same age and their family spent so much time together. Tyson had only frequently seen Tor since they graduated from high school and Tor had went to college down in Tampa, Florida. Tyson hoped that his cousin would come back home to Indiana after he had earned his degree, but Tor decided to stay down there permanently. Tyson soon learned the reason for Tor's relocation after he had come out as gay. The family wasn't exactly accepting of his news, and it was because of that reaction that Tyson decided only to tell Tor about his own feelings towards males. Tor had been incredibly understanding and swore that he would never reveal his cousin's secret.

"Tor," said Tyson as his cousin came into his house. "How was the flight?"

"Pretty good," said Tor, putting his bags down. "Always best when you have a direct flight. Say, this is a pretty nice place you got here."

"Thanks," said Tor. "Bought it five years ago. Nice neighborhood. It's quiet, peaceful most of the time."

"My place is probably rowdier," said Tor, stretching his arms. "But then again, I do live in the city, so it's gonna be kind of noisy. Gotta say, feels weird being back in Indiana after all this time. Looks like from what I saw, nothing much has changed."

"Not really," said Tyson. "The old mill shut down about five years ago. Starting to look like a real shithole."

"Wasn't exactly pretty when it was still in operation, you know."

"Very true," said Tyson. "Hey, I was so busy thinking about you coming here that I didn't even turn on the TV to watch the game."

"Colts playing now?" asked Tor.

"For about half an hour," said Tyson. "You go make yourself comfortable and I'll get us some snacks."

Tyson went into his kithen to get some snacks for the game. Opening the refrigerator, the tiger pulled out some Swiss cheese before shutting the door and moving over to the pantry to get some Triscuit crackers. Getting a plate, he placed several pieces of the cheese on the crackers and heated them up in the microwave. Nothing fancy. Just a simple snack for the game.

"How they doing?" asked Tyson to his cousin Tor.

"Playing like shit," said Tor. "This has got to be the Colts shittiest season in over a decade. Fucking unbelievable."

Tyson sat down next to Tor and offered him some of the cheese and crackers. "Figured you'd be cheering for the Buccaneers in this game."

"Why? Just because I live down there now? No way. I'm a Colts fan for life, man. Still remember the first time your Dad took us down to Indy to a game. I tell you, those were some fun times."

"Sure were," said Tyson. "Let's see . . . I think we went to almost twenty games before you and me graduated and you moved away. I really miss having you around."

"Ah, here comes that again," said Tor.

"What?"

"Tyson, man, I've told you, if you miss having me around, then just move down to Tampa and live with me," said Tor.

"Too hot," said Tyson, shaking his head. "Besides, Mom and Dad would get really suspicious about what I'm up to if I move down to Tampa with my gay cousin."

Tor snorted. "You worried they're gonna find out the truth about you?"

Tyson flared his nostrils. "Man, don't bring that up to me. You're the only person in the entire fucking world I've told my secret too. Hell, I get nervous even talking about it in my own house."

Tor picked up the remote and turned off the television. "No point in watching that blood bath," he said. "Tyson, look, when are you going to deal with what you really are, huh? You think you can go through life pretending that you aren't attracted to other guys? It won't work. Trust me, I've been there and done that."

"Easy for you to say," said Tyson. "You live down in Tampa, a thousand miles away from the rest of the family. Besides, nobody down there gives a fuck if your gay, unlike this place. You know how it is around here. People are still freaked out if they see two guys or two girls holding paws in public. How'm I supposed to live a normal life in a place like this if I come out."

"You worry too much," said Tor. "Who says you have to come out anyway? You can just do stuff on the down low, you know."

Tyson just shook his head. "No thanks."

Tor looked his cousin up and down. "Have you ever done anything with a guy before?"

"No," said Tyson, sighing. "Still too nervous to do that, besides, what if somebody finds out that I was fooling around with a guy?"

"How are they gonna know?" asked Tor. "Not like you're putting a sign in your law that's telling the world what your up to."

"Besides," said Tyson. "Look at me, I'm 35, not in the best shape. I'm no GQ model."

Tor just laughed at his cousin's assessment of himself. "Oh Jesus, man. You think that stuff really matters that much? Tyson, listen to me, man. I'm the same age as you, I've got a bit of a gut on me too, and I'm no super good looker either, but you know what?"

"What?" asked Tyson.

"I'm pretty well endowed, if you know what I mean. Believe me, if you wanna fool around with guys, I'm not talking about a serious relationship now, but just screwing around, that's what really matters. I'm not bragging when I tell you I've had eighteen, nineteen and twenty year old guys in my home, both of us naked in bed, those guys slobbering all over my cock, and plenty of them can't wait to get on their back and have me fuck 'em. And these guys weren't chubs or weirdos either. We're talking well-built, lean, cute guys with nice asses too."

"You serious?" asked Tyson.

"Yeah," answered Tor. "I tell you, I have all kinds of fun on the Tampa Craigslist picking up guys. Trust me, if you're big down there, you'll be able to make your selection of the finest there are out there." Tor paused for one moment. "How big are you anyway?"

"Kind of a personal question, isn't it?" said Tyson.

"How big?" asked Tor again.

"I don't know," said Tyson, shrugging his shoulders. "Maybe ten inches."

"You're shitting me," said Tor. "Thick too?"

"Pretty thick, yeah," said Tyson.

"Tyson, that's bigger'n what I got. I bet if you put a dick picture on the local Craigslist you'd have responses from guys in less than an hour. Cute, young guys, too."

"I'm not going to put a picture of my dick on Craigslist," said Tyson, growing irritated with the conversation. "What if somebody finds out?"

"Nobody's gonna find out," said Tor. "I don't think you realize just how many guys are into doing this. I'm talking married guys, single guys, guys who you'd never think liked male-on-male action, even around here."

"I don't know, Tor," said Tyson. "Seems kind of risky to me."

"Look," said Tor. "What you do is get another email account, put a fake name on it, take a few cock pictures and put them on Craigslist. You gotta decide whether you want to host, or if you'd rather go to the guy's house. My suggestion is have them come to you; that way you're familiar with the environment. Of course you could always agree to meet someone at a hotel."

"You ever go to a hotel to meet a guy?" asked Tyson.

"Sometimes, but only if the guy's smoking hot and already in the hotel," said Tor. "I mean, I got my own place, so I ain't paying for a fucking room just to get my rocks off. They gotta already be there for me to meet them."

"Makes sense," said Tyson. "You ever specify what you're looking for in a guy when you post and ad? I'd imagine you get some whackos responding to those posts from time to time."

"I always tell them what it is I'm looking for," said Tor. "I'm not super picky on species, so long as they're cute, although foxes are great at giving head. Must be those nice, long muzzles of theirs'; good for taking in a big cock. As far as whackos? Yeah, I get that from time to time. The biggest problem is when I get all these old farts sending me messages, saying they want me to top them. Holy fuck, some of these guys send me pictures and they're just downright creepy looking. You should see 'em, sending me pictures of their big old beer gut or big flabby ass. I wouldn't get my dick anywhere near those guys."

"You ever have any problems with somebody, you know, making threats or doing something that made you super uncomfortable?" asked Tyson.

"Not really," said Tor. "Oh, I did have one guy that said he was gong to beat my ass because he thought I was lying about my cock size, saying I was bigger than I really was. He said he was going to find out where I live and kick the shit out of me. You know what I said back?"

"What?" asked Tyson, wanting to know the answer.

"Didn't say a word," said Tor. "Just sent him a picture of my paw gripping my 1911. He never sent me a message after that. Guess he didn't like the thought of me pumping a few .45's into his stupid ass."

"Nice," said Tyson, smiling. "So, you really like hooking up with guys, don't you?"

"Sure do," said Tor. "It's way more relaxed than you think. Now, if we were talking ten, twenty years ago, that might be a different story. Most people weren't very accepting of that stuff back then, so the threat of somebody blackmailing you, saying they were gonna tell your family or friends what you were up to, that was a real threat, or somebody might threaten you if they thought you were gonna out them, but that's going the way of the dodo bird, especially in the cities. Nobody gives a fuck if you've sucked more dicks than McDonald's has made cheeseburgers. Not sure if I can say the same about this place, especially since I haven't been here in forever."

"I think there's more people that are accepting of it," said Tyson. "But small town's tend to change pretty slowly. I still hear things at work and when I'm out and about around town that makes me think some people will never change."

"Fuck 'em," said Tor. "They gotta realize that their way of thinking is gonna look more stupid, more backward, more ridiculous as time goes on. Look at the elections recently, you even got Republicans saying they don't have a problem with gays anymore."

"Never thought I'd see that day," said Tyson.

"It's because they know the Religious Right is losing power. Shit, how many of them ultra-conservatives have been caught sucking dick? Quite a few if I recall."

"That's a good point," said Tyson. "You seriously think I could find somebody to hook up with? Somebody that isn't going to be nuts, or super old, or out me, even here?"

"I'm sure you could, Tyson," said Tor. "Come on, man. Just give it a try. You never know until you try."

"Guess you're right," said Tyson. He flicked the television back on. "Come on, let's finish watching the Colts lose another game."

Tyson kept thinking about what his cousin had told him. He'd been curious for so long, so very long about what it was really like to be with another male, but the already existing social pressures of the area kept gnawing at him, telling him that he shouldn't find out what it was really like. Tyson kept thinking about posting an ad on Craigslist, but hesitated. What if somebody found out that he was doing that? What if somebody decided to out him, or do something violent? Those thoughts were never far from his mind as he teetered back and forth between saying to himself "yes" or "no" about putting an ad on Craigslist.

After thinking so long and hard about it, Tyson decided that he would try it out on a Saturday. Tor was busy visiting old high school friends that day, so Tyson had the place all to himself like usual. With his paws all wobbly, he took a picture of his cock after watching tons of gay porn. He had to calm his breathing before actually logging into his account to place the ad.

"Tor's right," he said, talking to himself. "I gotta try this or I'm just going to keep wondering what it's like."

Talking himself into going through with it, Tyson remembered something his cousin told him: be specific about what he was looking for when writing the ad, otherwise he would more than likely end up getting responses from a bunch of weirdos and geriatrics. It took the tiger several drafts before he finally settled on the final wording in his post.

"Thirty-five year old tiger looking for same age or younger male of any species for male-on-male fun today. I would prefer to host. Please send pictures along with stats in first email or I will not respond. As long as the ad is up, I'm looking."

Tyson checked through the spelling and grammar, making sure it looked correct before moving on to the pictures section. Through the use of his phone, the tiger selected the cock picture he'd taken earlier and posted it to the ad. He looked at the final screen that read "This is an unpublished draft". He looked over everything a final time. There were his words, telling everyone what he was looking for, and there was the photo of his erect penis. He took a deep breath, and reached his paw down, hitting the word "publish" on the screen.

"Well," said Tyson to himself. "I did it. It's up there for the whole world to see. Guess now I just have to wait."

Unable to simply sit around and wait for responses, Tyson thought it best to do something to occupy his time. Going to one of the hallway closets, he pulled out his vacuum cleaner, plugged it in and turned it on. The vacuum cleaner whirred as Tyson moved it back and forth, moving all over his house. Reaching his desktop computer in the office, he briefly stopped cleaning long enough to turn on the computer monitor and pull up his email so he could see right away if there were any responses to his ad.

Moving out of the office with the vacuum, he went out to the living room, then moved the level selection to the lowest setting when he was cleaning the linoleum floor of the kitchen. With the majority of the floor cleared of debris, Tyson turned off the vacuum and pulled the hose out from the base of the cleaner. It always annoyed him to no end when he knew there were crumbs along the edge of the kitchen floor. Putting the crevice tool at the end of the hose, he turned the vacuum on once more and diligently went to work sweeping up the crumbs along the edge of the kitchen. Getting down on his paws and knees, he got a close view of his work, watching the tiny crumbs be sucked away into the vacuum before he shut the vacuum off for good that day and got to his feet.

"Now," said Tyson. "If I were to mop in here, I bet the floor would be clean enough for me to eat off of."

Sweating slightly from his recent work, the tiger took some paper towels and wiped his forehead dry. Getting into the cupboard, he got out a glass and filled it with cold water, gulping it down quickly. He looked at the clock on the microwave, it read 11:07 AM. He'd been cleaning for about half an hour, which hardly surprised him given his penchant for neatness. Throwing the used up paper towel in his paws into the trash can, the tiger decided to go back to the office and see what, if any responses had been sent to him.

Sitting down on the computer chair, Tyson looked at his email. His heart sped up when he saw there was indeed a reply to his ad. Nervously, the tiger clicked on it to see what it contained.

"Hey, nice cock man! I see you can host. You free now?"

The message was short, but there was more to it than just words. Enclosed were several photo attachments. Tyson clicked on the first one and was surprised by what he saw. The first photo was that of a young, naked male red fox taking a picture of himself in the mirror with his cell phone. The fox couldn't have been more than twenty-two, twenty-three tops. Tyson looked at the other photos and saw that it was more of the same; the fox naked in various positions. Tyson liked what he saw. He sent the fox a message back.

"Yes. I'm free now. What's your name? My name is Tyson. What all do you want to do?"

A few minutes passed and he received a reply from the fox.

"My name is Reggie, and we can do whatever you want, Big Daddy!"

Tyson had to sit back in his chair. This whole experience was so . . . surreal to the tiger. He thought about how Tor had told him yesterday that if he did post an ad on Craigslist, expect to get pranksters or guys that might chicken out and not show up, but it looked like he was striking gold already. Getting his paws back on the keyboard, he sent Reggie another message.

"Okay. If I give you my address, will you leave soon to come to me? Also, we need to take things slow. This is my first time."

The response seemed to come quicker this time.

"Sure. I'll leave right away and we'll take things at your pace, Big Daddy."

Tyson sent Reggie his address, along with his cell number in case the fox needed to call and ask for directions. The tiger leaned his computer chair all the way back, staring up at the ceiling.

"Well," he said to himself. "Tor did say foxes were good at sucking cock."

Half an hour had passed since Tyson had sent Reggie his address. The anxious tiger paced about his house, thinking about whether or not he was doing the right thing. Sure, he'd been curious to see what it was like to be with a guy for ages, but what if someone, namely a family member, found out he was screwing around with guys? He could just imagine what the next family reunion would be like; the stares, the whispers, the talk about how there was a second homo in the family. It wasn't pleasant to think about .

The doorbell rang. Tyson jumped up at the sound of the bell, realizing it was finally happening. He walked over to the door, feeling his heart racing, thinking he might start hyperventilating, he placed his paw on the doorknow, turning it slowly.

"Hi," said Reggie, standing at his doorway.

"Hi," said Tyson. "W-w-won't you . . . come in?"

"Thanks," said Reggie. "Don't mind if I do."

Thinking that the neighbors might be spying on him, Tyson quickly shut the door once Reggie was in. The two walked into the living room and sat down. Tyson just stared at Reggie, trying to think of something to say.

"Do I look different with clothes on?" asked Reggie with a grin.

Tyson laughed at the fox's comment. "Yeah, quite a bit."

"So," said Reggie, crossing his right leg over his left leg. "You said this is your first time doing this?"

"Yeah,' said Tyson. "Been thinking about doing it for a long time, but finally worked the nerve up today."

Reggie nodded. "I understand. Everybody that does this sort of thing, we don't all have the same level of confidence, you know. I got started pretty young."

"How young?" asked Tyson.

"I was fourteen when I first tried it with another guy; happened to be my cousin," said the fox. "We were young, wanted to know what it was like."

"Funny," said Tyson. "I have a gay cousin who's visiting from Tampa and he was the one that finally convinced me to do this?"

Reggie looked around. "Is he here now?"

"Nope," said Tyson. "It's been years since he was up here, so he went out to visit old high school buddies. Probably be evening before he gets back here."

"That's a shame," said Reggie. "If his cock looks anything like yours, I would have loved for you guys to have double teamed me."

Tyson laughed at the fox's openness about the things he was into. He had to admit to himself that he admired Reggie's swagger, how cool he was about everything. Tyson could feel himself calming, getting used to the idea of what they were going to do.

"So," said the tiger. "You do this sort of thing very often?"

"Not really," said Reggie. "I was in a relationship for two years, but my boyfriend and I broke up not even a month ago. I haven't done anything since then, but today I thought, 'Eh, why not try something?'"

"I see," said Tyson. "I'm kind of surprised a young guy like you would be interested in being with a thirty-five year old. I mean, you don't look like more than twenty-three."

"Twenty-one," said Reggie.

"Twenty-one," Tyson said. He thought about the age difference. When he was graduating from high school, ready to go off to college, Reggie was only four years old, still playing with little kids toys.

"The age thing isn't a big deal for me," said Reggie. "The entire selling point for me was the picture you posted. I saw that and you know what word came to my mind?"

"What?"

"Tasty," said Reggie, grinning once more.

Tyson grinned back at the cool fox. "I gotta tell you, Reggie. You're really helping me calm down. Should have seen my before you got here; I was pacing back and forth like mad. Kind of surprised I didn't wear a hole in the carpet."

"No worries," said Reggie. "I ain't got anywhere special I have to be today, so we can take things at your leisure, Big Daddy."

Being called "Big Daddy" again by Reggie was enough to make Tyson turn and blush. Reggie just smiled at the big cat.

"Hope I didn't embarrass you," said the fox.

"No, no," said Tyson. "You're fine. Say, you know what? I think I'm ready to do some stuff now."

"You sure?" asked Reggie.

"Yeah," said Tyson. "I'm sure."

The curtains in Tyson's room had been moved so they completely covered the windows. The tiger didn't like the idea of one of his neighbors getting so much as a fleeting glimpse of him naked with another guy, so he made sure to stop that before it even happened by blocking the view before he even posted his ad that day. Flicking the lights on, the two males entered into the master bedroom of the house.

"Hey," said Reggie. "Kind size bed. Lots of room to play on."

Tyson smiled at the fox's observation. "So, you ever break a new guy in?"

"Few times," said Reggie. "Never had anybody complain yet."

"What do you usually do first with them?" asked Tyson.

"Usually put my paws on 'em," said Reggie.

The big cat watched as the fox put his paws on his body. Tyson shivered from the calm, sensual contact of another male's paws on his body. He closed his eyes as the fox smoothly went about rubbing his body.

"You like that?" Reggie asked.

"Yeah," said Tyson in a whisper.

"Bet you'll like this even more," said the fox.

Tyson really felt his heart rate increase as the fox moved his paw underneath his pants. He could feel the vulpine paw brushing up against his crotch, his cock growing harder by the second. Tyson kept his eyes closed, unable to believe that he was actually going through with this, but more than that, unable to believe just how damn good it felt to be touched that way by another guy.

"Oh," said Reggie. "I'm really liking what I'm feeling inside of here. Looks like you are too, huh?"

Tyson didn't say a word, he simply let out a long, loud breath as Reggie moved from the outside of his underwear to the inside. He could feel the vulpine paw grabbing, stroking at his incredibly solid rod in his pants. All the years of wondering what it was like, all the hiding, all the trying to suppress the urges, they were gone now. Tyson could feel his sexual drive really kicking in, He could finally enjoy himself.

Reggie unbuckled the tiger's pants, slowly pulling them down to his ankles. He shoved the big cat onto the bed and got down on his knees, licking his lips and rubbing his paws. Tyson looked in between his legs, seeing the fox bring his head down and lightly lick at the tip of his cock. As good as Reggie's paw had felt, even a quick lash of the tongue felt better.

"Just like I thought," said the fox. "Tasty."

Reggie went back to work, but there was no licking now. Opening his mouth, he went down on the big tiger dick. Tyson thought he might lose it right there, but managed to take control of his senses and calm himself down. He didn't want to blow his wad just yet. His eyes still fixated on the fox, he took in the sight of being sucked off. Finally, after years of watching countless hours of male-on-male porn, after thinking about what it must feel like, he now knew what it felt like. The big cat was amazed at how effortlessly Reggie was working his member. He was a smaller beast than him, but Tor obviously knew what he was talking about when he said that foxes were great cocksuckers, due to their long muzzles. Reggie's actions were so moving to Tyson that he felt the need to rub at the fox's back-tipped ears. Reggie didn't object, but moaned from the affection Tyson was showing him. The fox kept working the large tiger member for several minutes, but Reggie could only take so much.

"Oh," he said, feeling his climax fast approaching. "Gonna . . ."

The tiger couldn't even get the word "cum" out before he performed the action. Reggie could feel his mouth being filled up with the big cat's load of semen, but he didn't choke or cough. He simply swallowed it down like a champ. Getting up from his knees. He grinned at Tyson, who could barely prop himself up as he basked in the afterglow.

"You're one tasty cat, Tyson," said the fox. "Wanna go for more?"

"Might be a while," said Tyson.

"No biggie," said Reggie, shrugging. "Like I said, I ain't got no place I gotta be today. Mind if I use your bathroom?"

"Down the hall, second door on the right," said Tyson.

"Thanks," said Reggie, disappearing from the master bedroom.

Tyson, his pants still around his ankles, laid back down and looked up at the ceiling. He'd finally gone through with it, and he regretted nothing. How he'd ever lucked out and found someone like Reggie, he couldn't really be sure. Maybe Tor was right. Maybe having a big package is what reeled the good ones in. Whatever it was, it was working.

Tyson kept staring up at the ceiling, not paying attention to the time or realizing that Reggie had been gone for almost fifteen minutes. The tiger was still basking in the afterglow when the bedroom door opened back up. Broken from his trance, Tyson sat up and saw Reggie standing in the doorway, only he looked more like he did in the photos he'd sent the big cat earlier that day. He wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing. He held a small bottle in his paws.

"You ready for round two?" asked Reggie.

"Sure," said Tyson. "You want me to suck you off?"

"Nah," said the fox, unscrewing the small bottle and placing the cap on Tyson's dresser. "Thought you might like it if I raised my tail for you."

"Yeah?" said Tyson. "You gonna do that?"

"Of course," said Reggie. "Gotta know if I can actually take that big hog of yours and still shit right afterward."

Reggie comments always seemed to elicit laughter from Tyson. Realizing that he still had his pants around his ankles, he pulled them off as well as his shirt, leaving both males stripped to the fur. Tyson could feel he was hard again, and the sight of the fox's bare ass was only making him hornier by the second. He saw Reggie take some of the lubricant and smear it along his opening, obviously not wanting the ride to be too rough. He passed the bottle to Tyson, who lathered up his cock with the cold, slimy substance. Putting the bottle down on the dresser, Reggie climbed in bed, ready to be taken by the big cat.

"How do you want me?" asked the fox.

"How about on all fours?" said Tyson.

"Works for me," said Reggie. "Just don't break me, Big Daddy."

Tyson gave the fox a playful swat on the butt for calling him Big Daddy yet again. Reggie raised his tail high in the air, presenting himself for Tyson to mate him. With his cock all lubed up, Tyson moved forward, careful not to overload the fox with his "big hog" as Reggie called it. He rubbed his cock head along the opening of the fox's ass, teasing the vulpine before slowly shoving it in. Tyson was amazed at how tight Reggie was, with the fox's love tunnel squeezing tightly around his dick. He could hear the fox groaning as he sank more and more of his length into him. He expected at any moment for Reggie to tell him to stop, that he couldn't take anymore, but no such order was forthcoming. Once Tyson had sank his the entirety of his rod into Reggie, he pulled the fox's tail back, awestruck that his dick was completely buried in the fox. Now, the second test was about to commence. Could Reggie actually take being plowed by the tiger? Only one way to find out.

Moving his hips back, Tyson saw a few inches of his cock reappear , only to disappear once more as he moved forward. He moved his right paw around, giving Reggie a proper reach around as he went about his anal assault. The thrusting was slow at first, but Tyson gradually built up speed. He kept listening for Reggie to tell him to stop, but all he heard was . . .

"God, yeah. Give it to me harder, Big Daddy."

Tyson kept at, plowing the fox's ass harder and faster, harder and faster, and still, Reggie begged for more, so Tyson gave him more. Having already blown a load earlier, the tiger knew that his second climax of the day would take longer, but that wasn't bothering him or Reggie in the least. Thrusting back and forth, pumping at Reggie's cock, Tyson was lost in an ocean of sexual frenzy. The blow job he'd received earlier had been slow, sensual, but this was pure, unbridled lust he was feeling now. He wanted to mate with Reggie more than anything in the world, and Reggie wanted the tiger to fuck him more than anything in the world. The master bedroom was filled with the sounds of sexual fury and the smell of naked, sweating tiger and fox.

Tyson didn't let up. He gave Reggie everything he had and reached inside himself for more. At this point, Reggie couldn't even talk, he could only howl and whimper from being fucked so violently by the bigger male. Tyson was in total control, being the big, dominant male, he had Reggie under his complete, total submission, and that was just fine by him.

It happened. For the second time that day, Tyson felt himself approaching his orgasm. Drenched in sweat, he fucked and pumped the fox harder. His right paw was being filled with fox cum right before he shot his second load. The feeling was so intense, so unreal that Tyson snarled like a mad beast as he emptied his juice into the fox's well plowed ass. He looked down, seeing the creamy substance spilling out of Reggie's ass and onto his fur and the bed. Exhausted, Tyson pulled out and fell back on the bed.

"Holy shit," said the tiger. "This has to be the greatest day of my life."

"Glad to be part of it, Big Daddy," said Reggie. "I'll probably never take a dump the same, but fuck, it was worth it."

Tyson laughed. He couldn't agree more.

Tor came back to Tyson's house just before the sun had finally sank below the horizon. He'd spent the day visiting old friends he hadn't seen since the day he graduated. It felt strange to the Tampa tiger, seeing his old friends, many of whom were now married with kids of their own. It reminded him of just how much time had passed since high school.

"Hey," said Tor, walking through the door. "How you been?"

"Just fine," said Tyson, sitting on his couch and reading a book in the quiet.

"Man," said Tyson. "Can't believe how different some of our old friends look now, and some of 'em got kids too."

"Who all did you go see?" asked Tyson, putting his book down.

"Oh, there was Andy, Mark, Juan, Diego, Frank, Mike," said Tor. "Gotta say, kinda funny how it seems like I was the only one of our old gang who moved away. You and everybody else just staid put."

"Guess so," said Tyson. "Well, while you were out seeing the old crew, guess what I did today?"

Tor gave his cousin a funny look. "What? No way. You actually went through with it?"

"Sure did," said Tyson. "Got me a nice twenty-one year old red fox to play with."

"He cute?" asked Tor.

"Gorgeous," said Tyson. "Name's Reggie. Gave me a great blow job."

"Told you foxes are great at sucking dick," said Tor.

"And," continued Tyson. "I fucked his brains out after that."

"Well fuck me," said Tor, sitting down next to his cousin. "I gotta say, I'm shocked, but more than that, I'm proud of you for overcoming your fears and going through with it. I know it wasn't easy for you, Tyson. You've always been a pretty, shy reserved guy, but today you showed that you were stroner than you thought."

"Guess so," said Tyson. "You know what the weird thing is?"

"What?" asked Tor.

"I forgot to delete the Craigslist ad until just about half an hour ago. Reggie responded at 11:00, but no one else sent me a reply."

"Really? On a Saturday?"

"Yep," said Tyson. "On a Saturday. Would have thought more people would have free time to hookup, but guess not. That or they weren't interested in me, or maybe they're too afraid of the area still. I know I was."

"Well," said Tor. "At least you found Reggie. Seems like he was quite a sweet piece of ass."

"He was," said Tyson. "Hey, Tor?"

"What's up?" said Tor.

"They got any engineering jobs down in Tampa?" asked Tyson.

"Sure they do," said Tor. "Why you ask?"

"I'm just asking because I think maybe I could get used to the weather down there after all. What do you think?"

Tor smiled at his cousin. "Tyson, I think you'll learn to love the weather down there, plus all the other things Tampa has to offer, if you know what I mean."

"Sure do, Tor," said Tyson. "I sure do."