Summer Time Fun - Part 3 by MinoasT This story is a work of fiction and in no way is intended to resemble any person, place, or thing that is living or dead. It contains scenes of a graphic sexual nature between consenting males, females, hermaphrodites, and/or some combination of all three. If this offends you, or is just not you cup of tea, please consider yourself warned. Copyright resides with me, the author, and distribution of this work must be approved by the author. Please and Thanks! This is a continuation and as such, I urge you to read Parts 1 and 2. It'll get you off. Trust me, would I lie to you? Ignore the cranky old man in the corner. He can't get it up anymore due to age and not my writing. Really! Kyle woke slowly as the pressure in his bladder grew more insistent. When he did reach awareness, he could feel bodies stretched out against him on each side. The heads rested on his shoulders while legs wrapped over his legs. Arms lay across his chest and belly while soft snores echoed in stereo. Kyle opened his eyes to stare up at the mirrored ceiling. The morning light coming in around the curtains gave him a good view of his blue-black furred body as he lay on his back. His horns stuck out other side of his head curved up and forward a little above the heads of the tan furred lion on his right and the duller black furred Labrador on his left. He smiled as he remembered the various ways the three of them had had sex during the night. Most had involved his massive dick being slid into various orifices of the other two men. He was surprised, though, at how fascinated both had been with his pussy. Zack, the lion with a red mohawk, had spent the most time pounding away at his pussy while Jaz seemed happiest fingering it while shoving that incredible knot into whichever ass was most convenient. He lay on the king-sized bed, partially covered by a thin, silk sheet, and reveled in the feel of being sandwiched by two warm bodies. The only problem, though, was his uncooperative bladder. As if in conspiracy against him, Kyle's mobile phone rang at that moment. He immediately knew it was his by the custom ring tone of a bull bellowing. As the other two stirred, Kyle squirmed free and climbed out of the bed to hunt down the phone. Finding it still in his shorts pocket out in the living room, Kyle picked it up and headed for the bathroom. "Yea'llo!" he slurred words together as he scratched his apple-sized balls. "Hey, Kyle," replied his boss, Cindy. "Can you come a bit early and help me rearrange the cafe's storage?" "You want my brute bullish muscles to move boxes up and down between your late uncle's apartment and the cafe?" Kyle let a stream of piss flow as he talked. "Is this gratis?" "Have you been taking vocabulary lessons from your mom and Mike again?" laughed Cindy. "Tell you what. Help me clear out the apartment and get it ready to rent and you'll get two months free rent. Should you be interested." Kyle was dumbstruck. He hadn't condsidered getting his own place. Both he and Charlie still lived at home, though Charlie did so much hunting out in the wilds that you wouldn't think it. "What makes you think I want a place of my own?" "You wouldn't have to always go out to the river," Cindy suggested "Besides, your grandfather may end up moving out here for treatment. Oak City has far better medical research facilities than Kansz City." "Yeah," Kyle said as he flexed his free arm and thick pectoral chest muscles. "Grandfather Cooper staying here with both me and mom will lead to someone's death. And it won't be due to lung cancer, that's for damn sure." "Then how soon can you get that hermaphroditic ass down here?" Cindy asked. "Eeeee!" "Cindy?" Kyle shouted back into the phone at the sound of pure terror from Cindy. "What's wrong?" "Mice!" Cindy stammered nervously. "Mice in the apartment! Oh, gods, I can't handle this! Icky!" "Go back downstairs, Cindy," Kyle said calmly as he started to gather clothes to wear. "I'll be there as quick as I can. Okay?" "Okay, yee-ee-eee," Cindy replied as another mouse or two probably appeared. Hanging up, Kyle laughed at his boss' reaction to the mice. He turned toward the door as Jaz appeared on the open door. "What was that all about?" the Lab leaned against the door jamb with an erection hanging free of that furry dog sheath. Kyle smiled and stepped up to the dog to kiss him. "Boss needs me to go kill some mice," he explained while reaching down to slowly stroke the hard cock. "I might have time for you and Zack to help me get all this sex washed off me." Zack appeared at that moment with a toothy grin and a towel. Laughing, Kyle led the way into the shower. It was a standard tub that Kyle always felt crowded in, but now was like a sardine can. To solve the problem, Jaz pushed that twelve inch erection into Kyle's ass while Zack climbed up and slid Kyle's twenty inch cock into his ass. It took no time for the horny trio clean out their balls, but slightly longer to actually get clean using soap. From ass, to mouth, to finally both fucking Kyle in the pussy at once, the trio were locking the condo door more than an hour later. "Maybe he could just crawl in next time and take a nap?" Zach suggested as they walked into The Swaggering Moose Cafe. "I should have known," Cindy said with a shake of her head. The long horns poking out her red hair gave the antelope a more imposing presence than her five foot six height normally would. "Are you two here to help or just swoon like a bunch of star struck groupies?" Zack and Jaz looked at each other before turning back to Cindy. In unison, the pair said, "Breakfast and coffee." Laughing, Kyle walked past the scowling antelope. As he stepped into back, he heard Jaz say, "With fresh cream. Lots of fresh cream." Not waiting to hear what Kyle was sure would be a crass and rude retort by Cindy, Kyle headed to the back and the stairs up. Kyle had been upstairs in the two bedroom apartment before. The first time was on his first day of work when he and Dean helped clean up after the chaos of the black-out. Since then it was to either take supplies up or bring supplies down for the cafe. Cafe supplies seemed to be limited to the kitchen since it was the first room you entered. The very front room, though, was full of boxes nearly to the ceiling that he knew nothing about. At the top of the stairs Kyle found the door to the apartment ajar. Pushing it open slowly, Kyle listened for noise coming from inside. When he heard only silence, he entered as silently as possible. He wanted to try and spot the mice and where they scurried. Looking around the kitchen, he spotted three scattered in the space. As if in cue, Kyle's phone rang. The mice disappeared behind the few boxes left on the counters. "Hello, mom," said Kyle into the phone. "How's Granddad Cooper?" "Doing better than his many greedy relatives would like," answered his mom. "It's reminding me why your dad and I moved away from Kansz City in first place." "So is that good or bad?" Kyle chuckled as he shifted boxes hoping to disturb the mice. "That depends on how much you like sleeping on the couch," answered his mom. Kyle heard his father say something garbled before the wolf's gruff voice was speaking into the phone. "Kyle? It's your dad. Grandpa Cooper is coming home with us so he can get chemotherapy at the Walter Pigeon Hospital on the northside. You'll sleep on the sofa so your granddad can take your room." "Or I get my own place," Kyle countered then pulled the phone away from his head slightly. When no eruption came, he pulled it back. "I think that's a lovely idea, Kyle," said his mom. "You're grandfather will be staying at the house for most of the next year and we'll likely have numerous Coopers coming into town for visits." "Want me fix the farm up for them to stay at?" Kyle chuckled. "I'm sure I can find a pig or two for sale that we can keep out there to make it more homey." "I've already spoken to Cindy and she's offering to let you rent her late uncle's apartment for two hundred a month," continued his mom. "I don't think that includes utilities, so you'll have to budget carefully." "I thought you and dad wanted me to go to the university up there?" Kyle was surprised. "We had that big argument over dinner on my birthday that dad ended with a threat to send me to visit my cousins. Remember that?" "Well," his mom hesitated. "The duke shut the university down after Separatists set off three bombs around the city yesterday. Reports are leaking out of the duchal residence that that the king is threatening to move the Third Army west if the problems aren't solved quickly." "Buncha pansy-pant sheep lovers, if you aak me," yelled the familiar gruff voice of Granddad Cooper. "Need to shoot those liberal ostriches they got in there teaching our younguns to hate king and country! Let go of me you food-lovin' hippie!" "I better go and help your father," sighed his mom. "Love you." Kyle laughed as he replied, "Love you and dad too." Quickly getting to work, Kyle sorted undamaged boxes and boxes of cans from those boxes that were contaminated by the mice and had to be thrown out. Leaving the contaminated for the moment, he carried the usable boxes down to the cafe. "We should unload these boxes out here so we can verify nothing unwanted is present," Kyle suggested to Cindy in the cafe's kitchen. I know a sure fire way to get rid of the mice, but I have to go get a few things. Can you go up and make a list of those items to reorder or do I need to do that?" "I should really stay down here with Fran," Cindy explained in an amazingly calm and collected voice. "Make a list and snap some photos with this camera of the damage caused by the vermin. Then you can toss the boxes in the dumpster out back." A short time later, with those tasks done, Kyle sped down Route 7 to the other side of town. His first stop was home for a proper cleaning and a change of clothes. Wearing old cut-offs to work in, he also took clean cloths to change into for work later. Then he gather the few items at the house he needed, then headed to the one place he could always count on to have the right traps. "Welcome to Harry's Hardware," came the high pitched voice from somewhere nearby. "Can I help make your visit quick and pleasurable?" Looking down, Kyle found himself confronted by a three foot tall mouse man dressed in the brown pants, white shirt and rusty red vest of an employee. "Um," he hesitated for the right words, "I need some small animal traps." "Is a big sexy bull like you got mice problems?" the mouse smirked while leading Kyle down the mostly empty aisles. "Actually my boss," Kyle replied with a big smile and hardening cock. "And I think I may be a bit big for you." "Much like our animal cousins," the mouse man laughed, "we mice anthros are quite flexible and able to squeeze and flex our bodies in ways that would amaze and arouse you. You'd be surprised by how big a rod I've handled in my time." Kyle laughed as they came to a stop before an empty section of shelving. "Unlike you're attitude, the shelves appear to be empty." The little mouse man turned and looked up at Kyle with his hands on those narrow hips. "Think I'm all talk and no swallow, do you? Well come on to the back little boy and I'll prove just how well I can handle hotrods like you." Kyle watched the little mouse walk away for a moment before following after him. They went to the back corner of the store where a single double swing metal door stood labeled with 'Store Room' on it. As they got near, the door swung open to let out a teen rabbit girl and two beefy Doberman ranch hands. "I'm glad we were able to find that for you, boys," said the rabbit, whose name badge said 'Candy' on it. "I can ring you up at the register." Kyle suppressed a smirk as the group passed. He didn't see anything in the dobermans' hands, but then he wasn't looking that high up. Turning back toward the mouse, he found the little fellow standing in the door staring at the pair of tight Doberman butts. "How I'd love to be tied to those two boys," sighed the mouse as they entered the poorly lit storeroom. "Like men way bigger than yourself, Mr. Mighty?" Kyle laughed. "Those two would have their legs hanging off the floor if I split those tight asses." "The name is Andy McDougal," laughed the mouse. "Call me Andy. And yes, I like'm bigger than life-size, as my sister likes to put it. So just how tall are you, kiddo?" "I'm seven feet to the top of my head," answered Kyle as he followed the mouse down a maze of closely space shelves. "Closer to eight if you include my horns. Also, should you care, I'm eighteen and called Kyle." Andy stopped in front of a shelf filled with animal traps of all types and sizes. Unbuttoning his pants, Andy kicked off his shoes and looked up at Kyle. "I'm three foot three and thirty-two years old, Kyle. Now pull out that trouser snake and give me a ride." Soon, Kyle sat on his jeans with his erection in the small hands of Andy. He watched in amazement as the mouse grunted and groaned while working Kyle's massive cock over with his long tongue. Flicks of that tongue sent shivers up Kyle's spine and twitches into his ballsack. He felt his pussy start to salivate as Andy started wrapping his mouth around a cockhead that looked almost a third the size of the mouse's head. "Oh, yes," moaned Kyle as he felt the mouse's tongue pushing at his pisshole. "That feels great." He felt wave after wave of shivers race up his spine as Andy worked that long tongue deeper and deeper into his cock. After giving the top half a good coating of spit, Andy stood and began working it into his ass. Kyle felt his eyes trying to cross as the vise-like grip of the mouses's ass seemed to try and find reason to pinch his cock into two. When he was able once again open his eyes, Kyle was amazed to find that the little mouse was doing pull ups from his horns as a way to pump nearly two-thirds of Kyle's twenty inch erection into that tight ass. Kyle reached out, grasped the mouse by the waist and proceeded to pump him up and down Kyle's cock like some sex toy. The mouse's ass felt like someone had wrapped a soft, wet towel around his shaft and was using a dozen hands to squeeze it tight as they slowly jacked him off. Their soft moans echoed as Kyle felt himself get closer and closer. He so wanted to go faster, but fear of hurting the mouse stayed forefront in his mind. As he pumped, ever so slightly faster, it felt as though something tugged at his balls. Then he felt something thin push into his pussy. It wiggled and jerked about so much that Kyle suddenly felt his balls explode. Kyle clenched his teeth together to keep his growl down to a soft bellow. As he felt the spasms in his balls shoot up his cock, so too did he feel the mouse's belly swell slightly each time. "That'll be thirty-two fifty, sir," Andy said with a smile as the mouse rang up Kyle's purchases a short time later. "You be sure and come again." Kyle chuckled as he looked at the now pudgy mouse. "Don't worry, Andy. You'll definitely will see me again." Kyle hurried back downtown with his supplies and a cock that refused to relax any further than half hard. Thankfully he had several hours before he had to be up front at the cafe. Soon Kyle was again up in the apartment, this time setting up his traps in out of the way places that he could actually reach. He found the front bedroom was the most difficult due to the boxes that were stacked all the way to the door. He turned toward the living room and saw the apartment door open in the kitchen. "Caught the nasty little vermin yet?" Cindy called from the doorway. SNAP! SNAP! "That was fast," Mike Filmore said from somewhere beyond Cindy. "What's he want?" Kyle was surprised that he didn't feel angry for being used by Mike. "Has he and Dan broken up again?" "Ouch!" the bear said as Cindy and Mike stepped into kitchen. "Guess I deserve that." "Be glad he didn't decide to use you as rug, pig brain," glared the buxum red head. "If I catch either you or Dan doing something remotely hurtful to Kyle..." "I know! I know!" Mike tried to assure Cindy. The antelope just glared at the brown bear and his white dress shirt with a purple tie. "I can be hung by my tie as an example." Cindy smiled sweetly as she stepped right up to the bear's face. "Daddy Filmore likes the idea of me becoming Mrs. Mike Filmore. Or have you forgotten that?" "Ah," Mike loosened the tie a bit as Kyle noticed the bear's temples seem to dampen suddenly. "Looking good, Kyle. I have some briefs to review before court. I'll catch you later." "Damn," Kyke laughed as Mike disappeared. "His dad really doesn't like him being gay." "Oh, his dad once told me that he doesn't give a damn which gender Mike fucks. He just wishes that it wasn't Dan," explained Cindy once the bear was gone. "Also, he thinks Mike needs a child to get him to realize Dan is bad news ." "So glad my family isn't the only one with problems," Kyle chuckled. "So what do yo want me to do with the boxes in the front bedroom?" Cindy sighed as she sat at the small table beside the apartment door in the kitchen. "Everything in that room belonged to my uncle. When he died, oh, six or seven years ago, I had to keep everything until his will cleared and the government said they were satisfied everything was accounted for. By then, I had moved on and going through that stuff would just open wounds I had just gotten closed. So I left it all boxed up and have ignored it since." "So why now?" Kyle asked as he sat down in one of the other two chairs. "Your father came in one day a few months ago and during the course of talking," explained Cindy, "asked how I liked living above the cafe. When he found out I don't, he suggested I rent it out to someone and make some money." "My dad?!" Kyle was surprised to find his dad even came downtown, let alone knew Cindy. "Does he come in often?" "He and Uncle Jack were old friends," Cindy said. "They got together for poker every Friday night, as I recall. But back to your original question, Kyle. I decided to clear this out if I found the right renter, and to be honest, keep from having the city try to claim it as garrison space." "Garrison space?". Kyle was surprised. He hadn't heard of the city doing anything like that since the Third War of Passage, right before he was born. "Why would they do that? We're not at war, are we?" "They never caught the bombers that caused that blackout and the rumors are flying around that anti-Empire forces are building down in Telouisia," answered Cindy. "Besides, I had a dream about you living up here the other night." Kyle wasn't sure what to think or say about that. Instead he nodded and looked about the kitchen. With the boxes gone, it looked much bigger and very empty. The fridge was likely as old as he was and the range even older. At least the range was gas and while ugly, the counter tops looked in excellent condition. The cabinets were empty, as was the built-in shelving in the living room by the fireplace. "So the boxes in the front bedroom?" Kyle prompted. "Are yours to do with as you please," Cindy said and stood up. "The few things of his I wanted I took long ago. You're welcome to go through and keep what you want. Then toss or sell or give away the rest. I don't care." Kyle stared at the antelope, shocked by the words. He didn't know what to say. Of course he was getting a furnished apartment for next to nothing. That's assuming the rent his mom mentioned was right. "Well? Do I have a renter?" Cindy asked when he didn't immediately respond. "Rent is two hundred a month?" Kyle looked at Cindy. "And what about the utilities?" "Two hundred and that includes water, sewer, and gas," answered the antelope. "For whatever reason, Uncle Jack didn't have those metered separately. Electricity and phone is separate and I get the electric bill currently. How about I let you know when it comes and you can include that with your rent?" "You have a renter," Kyle smiles and held out his hand. Cindy shook his hand enthusiastically. "I'll get a lock set on this door so you can feel like you have some privacy. I better get back downstairs and make sure Fran is actually working." Kyle nodded and once the buxum antelope was gone, began an inventory of the apartment. He soon knew that the living room had an old, smelly sofa and an overstuffed leather chair covered in cracks. A small television sat on the extended hearth next to the brick mass of the fireplace. Empty built-in shelves stood behind the television and a window on the adjacent side wall that opened onto the alley below. The rest of the apartment consisted of two bedrooms and at least one bathroom that Kyle could access. The bedroom Kyle could get to was the smaller one and it had a queen-sized bed, matching night stands, and matching dresser. The second bedroom, which Kyle was sure was larger, was completely full of boxes. Grabbing a box, Kyle headed back to the living room. * * *

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• * * Kyle just stepped out of the shower when he heard the door to the apartment open. Holding the towel over his crotch, since it was too short to wrap around his waist, he leaned out of the bathroom and looked toward the kitchen. It was a straight shot to the apartment door in the kitchen. Standing there in the door was a delivery man that held a pile of packages that completely hid his face and upper body. "Hello?" Kyle called as he walked across the small Living Room littered with empty boxes. "Kyle Cooper?" asked a young fox not much older than himself. Once set on the small table, the fox laughed a bit as he picked up the clip board on top of the boxes. Turning as he spoke, "Just sign..." Kyle smiled as he noticed the fox immediately tented his brown shorts. At maybe five foot three at the tallest, the fox barely reached Kyle nipples. He also noticed that the fox stared open mouthed at Kyle's crotch. Glancing down, he wondered aloud, "Am I showing?" "I..." stammered the fox, "I ..." "Fuck it," Kyle muttered as he tossed the towel over a shoulder and took the clip board and pen. "There you..." THUD "...go," finished Kyle as the fox fainted. "Great! What do I do now?" "Clothes might be good, kiddo," laughed Kyle's brother Charlie. Kyle looked up to find the familiar face of his older brother Charlie standing at the head of the stairs through the still open door. Taking after their wolf father, Charlie was five foot nine and looked like a brown wolf with black streaks. Dressed in jeans, heavy boots, and a camo t-shirt, his brother looked to not have bathed in several days. "What are you doing back in town? Make too much noise and scare off the deer?" Kyle teased as he knelt down beside the fox. "You'll probably scare the jumpy little fellow more than help." "Nevermind him," Charlie said in that same gruff manner as their father. "We stopped while passing through town for fresh supplies and I noticed you didn't sleep at home last night. Cindy said you came in this morning with some 'groupies' after leaving your car here. Has my little bro gotten himself a harem of men like some big powerful lord?" "My sleeping preferences," Kyle growled but Charlie laughed and waved a hand. "Are your business," Charlie cut him off. "I bring it up only to get a rise out of you." Charlie turned as if to go back downstairs then turned back and stepped past Kyle and the still unconscious fox to enter the apartment. "Oh, and Mark needs you to entertain his little cousin until we get back from south of Namron." Mark was Charlie's oldest and best friend. A mix of wolf, shepherd, and some type of retreiver, Mark's reddish-blonde coloring always turned Kyle on. All he ever thought about around the canine was pounding that ass until Mark had a big, bloated belly. Mark never did or said much more to him than hello, though with a smile, as he and Charlie cleaned their guns and drank beer. "You do realize that I'm trying to get ready for work?" Kyle said while standing up. He knew his brother and his full height was his best intimidation factor with the wolf. That and the fact he could through Charlie across the street if they were on the roof right now. "I don't have the time now or later to babysit a kid." "I don't think you'll have to," said Mark as the wolf/dog mix appeared in the apartment door. "He and Cindy seem to be hitting it off really good. At least we won't gave to listen to his whining anymore." Charlie laughed as the wolf wandered out into the Living Room. Alone with the sexy Mark, Kyle grabbed his towel and covered his crotch again. Kyle nodded and started to turn to go back to his clothes when Mark was suddenly before him. "If we were alone," whispered Mark while gripping Kyle growing erection. "Great place you got here, Kyle," called Charlie from the small bedroom. "I want a ride on your rail, you horndog," Mark moaned as Kyle struggled to keep his hands and lips to himself. Charlie continued unaware of his and Mark's little conversation, "Mom will have a field day, though, with curtains and ways to update this musty old place. Haven't gotten very far into the old man's boxes. Let me know if you find any guns. I may want to buy them off you." "Expect a late night visit from me, horndog," whispered Mark as the hand squeezed Kyle's now hard and very erect cock. "My ass so wants to be this pole's flag." Kyle grabbed the wolf/dog's muzzle with his free hand and leaned down close to Mark's face. "If you don't stop right now, Mark, your muzzle will become my gun's case. And it is primed and ready to be emptied." Mark smiled and let go of Kyle's twenty inch erection. Kyle, for his part, let go of Mark's muzzle, and just in time. Charlie appeared from the short hallway to the bedrooms at that moment. "Well, buddy," Charlie said with a slap to Mark's shoulder, "we'd better hit the road if we're going to reach camp before dark." Mark nodded and followed Charlie to the door, stepping over the apparently still unconscious fox. "We'll come by for another visit after you've fixed up the place and we have time for a beer." Then they were clomping down the stairs. As he released both the towel and the breath he hadn't realized he held, a small voice spoke. "You're brother is a wolf?!" "How long have you been awake?" growled Kyle, though more in surprise than anger. Calmer, he said, "Sorry, sir. You just surprised me. I signed your paperwork, do I owe you any money?" The fox sat up and smiled while staring at Kyle's crotch. Self-conscious again, Kyle glanced down to find that his cock stuck straight out from his body and that the towel hung off it like it was a towel bar. "I think something equitable for both of us can be arranged," said the fox as he got on all fours and crawled over to Kyle. "I haven't been fucked over in a good while and I see just the stick to beat me back down to my truck." Kyle watched as the fox took the towel off his cock and started to lick and suck it. He noticed that his cock was as big around as the fox's muzzle, so getting it down that throat should be entertaining. The fox, though, had other plans. While slowly working the first six to eight inches into his mouth, the fox unbuckled his shorts and pushed them down to his knees. "I don't have any lube, foxy," Kyle commented as he shuddered from the fox's mouth and tongue on his cock head. "Your precum is delicious, Kyle," said the fox as he pulled his cock. "And call me Dave. And I think you're precum will be enough for my ass." Kyle stroked his cock as Dave spun about on his knees. As the fox lifted his tail to expose his ass, Kyle smeared his precum about his cock's mushroom head. Then he positioned it at the fox's hole, and still stroking the precum out, slowly pushed his way into the fox. It was like pushing his cock into stiff butter or maybe cheese. Each pull back felt as if it sucked the precum out of cock. Each push drove his cock deeper to some tighter part of the fox. "Oh gods above," moaned Dave as Kyle sped up his fucking. "It feels like your cock is splitting me in half. Fuck! I 'm gonna cum. I can't hold it off anymore." "I'll be fucking the cum out of you for a while, buddy," Kyle huffed as he felt the fox's ass start to spasm. He reached under the fox and felt the cum shoot out of what felt like an eight cock. "Oh yeah, Dave. Shoot that jizz. Show me how much you love my cock fucking your ass." "Fucking fill me up, bull boy. Shoot that hot cum deep inside me," moaned the fox as Kyle sped up his fucking. "Send me away with a belly full of your hot cum." Kyle could feel the cum boiling over inside his balls. "Here comes my hot load," groaned Kyle as he flames his cock deeper and deeper. "Fucking take... unh... my... aah... CUM!" The fox gasped as Kyle felt his cum shoot out of his cock. Slamming his cock into Dave's ass, he felt the fox shudder beneath him again. As his own balls emptied, his hand told him so did the fox. "Thanks," huffed Dave as the pair lay on the wood floor with Kyle's cock still buried inside the fox. "You don't know how much I needed that." "Any time, Dave," Kyle replied with tired smile. "Anytime." "Hmmm," Dave smiled as the fox pushed himself back to his knees. "I may take you up on that, bullboy." Kyle didn't move as the fox slowly pulled himself off Kyle's now half rigid pole. The fox's tightening ass squeezed and pulled on his cock just right that he felt it getting hard again. As he reached out to grab the fox and pull him back for another round, Dave laughed and rolled out of reach. A wet plop sounded as Kyle's cock came out of Dave's ass. Dave jumped to his feet while also pulling his shorts back up into place. It happened so fast that Kyle wasn't sure he saw it fully. "Aww," whined Kyle as he smiled. "I've got enough spunk for another quick fuck. Whatcha say?" "I'll get my ass fired or worse if I don't leave now," Dave buckled his belt while swishing his tail about happily. "There's a truck down there that isn't empty yet. But don't worry, my sexy big bull, because this little fox will definitely be back someday soon." With that, Dave grabbed his clipboard and headed out the door. Kyle smiled and shook his head. Standing, he decided to get cleaned up first before checking the boxes. A quick rinse in the shower and he was able to dress, this time without interruption. Since he didn't have anything to eat or drink, yet, Kyle started for the door when he paused at the table and the boxes. "From Uncle Joe?" Kyle read the shipping label. From the bottom of the stair came Cindy's voice, "Hey! Mister Horndog! You going to come down and earn your paycheck?"