Fucking Foxes
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"Are we there yet?" I try to pant out, but all that comes out is more panting. My tongue is currently emulating a hummingbird. Leaning on the hiking stick with both paws, I half-walk half-limp after the fox. After three hours of hiking, nearly all of it uphill, my legs were jelly, and they were already pretty much jelly-like before. No hard muscle on these thighs. And these "hiking" sandals were a huge mistake. I wish I could curse him for tricking me into this, or I wish I could curse my own lack of exercise, but I really needed to fucking conserve every last bit of energy right now. Don't get me wrong, I'm not fat or anything, but a programmer's life doesn't leave much time to jog and lift weights every morning. And while I have the broad shoulders and height of my feline species, the strength's not all there. My hatred settles for glaring at that giant hiking bag he's carrying on his back, trying to shoot daggers through it. Roll d6, get a 0. How the hell could he possibly carry that for three hours straight? Fucking fox.
As if sensing my spite, or maybe just realizing that I was falling behind, he turns his head back to me, a convincingly innocent smile on his face.
What's the hold up? it says.
What does it look like? I shoot back in my most disapproving grimace. I'm an out-of-shape puma panting his lungs out. Are you gonna help me or not?
His muzzle splits into a crooked toothy grin, bright green eyes sparkling in a sunbeam streaming through the trees, and once again I find myself caught off guard by his more than good looks. Bright orange fur groomed short for the summer covered his lithe and muscular frame, the reward for being an outdoor-activity addict I guess, starkly contrasted by the black socks on his hands and bare feet. His open vest, no shirt for the exhibitionist, shows off a flat white stomach and toned pecs, crowned with a small tuft of fur at the breastbone. He runs a hand through his shock of blonde headfur, making it even messier than it already was. My fury ebbs. How could I stay mad at that smile, that extremely punchable smile? Bastard.
He stops to wait for me, bare footpaws kicking at the dirt path. Reaching into his shorts, he takes out his phone and checks the time. It's almost noon, I checked on my own phone a bit ago, and I am starving. I place a paw over my grumbling stomach; hopefully he gets the hint.
"Don't worry, stud. We're gonna take a break soon," he says as I catch up. I can't even reply, focusing all my energy on slowing my heart, hands on my knees. He punches my shoulder playfully. "Oh come on, it's not that bad. We've only been walking for a couple hours."
Walking. He says it so casually.
"It's -pant- fucking -pant- torture -pant- is what it is," I manage.
"A little exercise will do you good, Jack. Even indoor kitties have to go outside sometime."
I scowl up at him and let out a huff. He knows I hate being called a kitty, but he just disarms me with that damn smile again. It's one of the great things I love and hate about Connor. No matter how angry I am, or how sad I am, or how exhausted I am, he just has to smile and it's like I'm a new cat, troubles forgotten. I guess you could call that a fox's charm, or mind control depending on how you look at it. But it meant I could never be mad at him, no matter how hard I tried, and damn I really want to be mad right now. When he said 'short walk through the park', I didn't think he meant a fucking mountain. Well, at least it feels like a mountain. It's definitely a mountain. I'm sure we'll see snow soon.
My breathing slows eventually. He grabs my paw and leads me onwards. Thankfully, he doesn't go too fast.
My ears twitch as a bird chirps a song in the trees somewhere and another responds to it. I look up to see if I can find them and see one in the branches of an apple tree along the path, poking at one of the small fruits. The other alights on the branch next to it. I've been a computer guy for a long time, so I never really went outside as a kid up through college. Why go through the trouble of looking at the real world when digital ones have so much more definition? But ever since I started dating Connor, I've started appreciating this thing called the great outdoors more. At first, I was reluctant, knowing full well that I wasn't in any shape to keep up with him, but he'd been very considerate in choosing what we did together.
He sees me staring at the birds as we pass them. "Those are catbirds," he says.
"Catbirds?" I ask, incredulous.
"Yeah, they're mimics. Supposedly, they were called catbirds because they sounded like a cat."
My ears flush and splay back. He is definitely poking fun at me. "I do not sound like that."
He laughs, tenor and melodic. "It's true! I swear. You can look them up later."
"Alright, then where are the foxbirds?"
He pretends to think a little. "Hmm, I don't think there are any. Besides, I don't think anyone can copy what a fox sounds like."
"You're right. They'd just have shit-eating grins on all the time."
He laughs again at that; I love hearing him laugh. Then he leans towards me and gives me his smuggest shit-eating grin. I swear he practices these in the mirror. I feign disgust and push his muzzle away. The path starts leveling off. We walk on in silence, simply enjoying nature around us.
After a while, the path starts to meander downwards, much to my eternal relief. The trees eventually give way to a vast open space. Lush yellow meadow extended far on both sides. A waist-high wooden fence was erected on one side and beyond it is tall grass as far as the eye could see. Ahead of us is another forest where the hiking trail continued. I close my eyes and let the high noon sun envelop me in warmth like a cozy blanket, not a cloud in the sky to ruin it. Breathing deep, I can smell all sorts of wildflowers in the air contrasting with the smells of dune grass and wild barley. I hear the cry of a bird of prey overhead as its shadow glides past us, probably as hungry as I am. A light wind blows, running through my short dirty yellow fur, making me shiver. I just let all these sensations soak in. No thinking, just feeling. Fuck ultra-high definition, this is real.
I must have stopped because I feel Connor pulling me again. He heads towards the fence.
"Wait, what are you doing?" I ask.
"We're taking a break. You're hungry, right?"
Duh.
He hops the fence and heads off the path. I follow him, the high grass poking into my shorts to tickle my thighs. He leads me to a small clearing next to a rather large boulder. He must have known about it from previous hikes. Putting down his pack, he reaches in and pulls out a red and white checkered picnic blanket. How... romantic? I find a few rocks to weigh down the corners of the blanket along with the backpack and help him set it up. I groan loudly as I practically collapse down onto it, thankful to get off my feet, and take off my sandals one at a time. My footpaws throb in protest at the undue hard work. I know I know, there there, I mentally and physically soothe them.
I look at the water bottle he's holding out to me. "You got any soda?" I ask, almost whining but not quite. He just looks at me with this amused expression on his face. I take it and drink half the bottle in one go. I'm much less reluctant to accept the ham sandwich that comes next, wolfing it all down and asking for another in seconds. Connor eats his lunch at a more dignified pace.
He stands up. "Gonna go take a piss," he says. I watch him go, specifically his ass go, as he walks towards the forest we just came from. I think he noticed because he starts swaggering, swishing his thick orange brush of a tail from side to side. He puts one paw in his back pocket as he walks, but way too slowly, tracing the curve of his butt. I look away before I get an erection. This is a public path, after all. If someone else walks by and sees me sporting a woody, it would be awkward at the very least.
Nope, there it is. Damnit. I can feel it start to get hard, and of course thinking about that just made it all the more eager. Lying back on the blanket and letting the sun warm me isn't helping either. Fuck that fox for teasing me. Ack! Imagery! Damnit!
I get up and walk over to the fence. I lean my elbows down on it and close my eyes, thinking that nature will calm me down. The breeze switches and starts blowing downwind from the trees, bringing the smell of leaves and berries and fruit. Something was off, though. I think I can smell Connor, after all I should know it after months of living together, but not urine. Wasn't he supposed to be taking a piss? I think I hear the fox's voice too, real quiet. I wouldn't have heard it if the wind didn't carry it over. Is he talking to someone? Maybe on his phone. I can't make out any words, but it doesn't last long. I don't hear anything more after that, so I dismiss the thought. I doubt I could smell urine over all this forest anyway. My nose isn't that sharp. Probably just my imagination.
More importantly it helped bring my erection down. I sigh in relief. Hearing the fox's footfalls crunching on the dry grass, I look up to greet him.
Aaaand, boom, erection again. Connor is naked. My jaw drops open. Yep. Naked. That is a naked fox walking towards me. Yep. Dick swinging to and fro. Yep. Naked. Carrying his shorts and vest. No underwear. Nope. Doesn't like wearing underwear on hikes. Naked, yep. Grin on his face. Yep. Naked, naked fox. It's not like I haven't seen him naked, just not, well, in public. Way out in the hills. Alone. Is this a porno? Are there cameras hidden around here? No. No, my dick isn't big enough for a porno. I'm not super muscle-bound. Who would watch it? Oh Lion Jesus, I hope this isn't a porno. So why the hell is he naked?!
I eventually realize he's standing in front of me.
"You're naked," I say dumbly. Smooth, my puma, smooth.
"Yeah, this is one of my favorite places to sunbathe," he replies, ignoring my stupefaction. He leans against the fence and runs a paw through his headfur, a sudden gust running through and throwing it about. He closes his eyes against the wind. "It feels much better when you're naked. I thought we would take a break for a bit and enjoy this nice day." He glances down. "Looks like you're already enjoying it."
I don't have to look down to know I was tenting pretty hard. Damn loose shorts. I recover enough from my initial shock to at least look embarrassed and try to cover my crotch. "In the open? What if someone walked by?" I glance up and down the path nervously.
"The grass is tall enough that it keeps the clearing hidden. No one will see us unless they look for us," he assures me with a pat on the shoulder.
Looking over from our position at the fence, it did look hidden. I can't see any sign of the blanket or his backpack. All I see is yellow grass swaying around the boulder. And he did say he'd done this before with no problems. But Connor generally had no problems where other people would have a million. What if the grass swayed the right way at the right time? What if another person who knew about the clearing came over? What if-
I feel a paw on mine and Connor put on his crooked smile. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, troubles forgotten. Fine. Going to jail for public indecency wasn't the worst thing in the world. I let him lead me back to the blanket.
"You should take your clothes off, too. Must be uncomfortable with your cock all hot and bothered like that," he comments cheerfully. How can he be so nonchalant about this? "Besides, cats like to sunbathe, right?"
"Right..."
He lies back on the blanket and places both paws behind his head, hot bod for all to see, pretty much guaranteeing that I will never get rid of this erection trying to escape its cotton prison. He looks up at me, all grins. He wags his tail and wiggles his hips a bit, just enough. My cock throbs. I know full well what he wants. I've done it before. Multiple times. Right. I've done it before. No sweat. I'm just standing in full view of anyone who happens to pass by. Alright then, I thought, taking a deep breath.
I hook my paws under my shirt. I'm taking it off, slowly, my hands moving up my plush yellow fur, when he suddenly giggles. I push my shirt back down. "What?" I snap, angry at the interruption, teeth grit. My tail is thrashing. I realize I am way too tense for this.
"Nothing hotter than a nervous kitty." Shit-eating grin.
"Do you want me to do this or not?" I growl.
"I never said to start strip-teasing."
Oh.
"Jack, when I said I wanted to sunbathe, I meant it. You don't have to take off your clothes for that if you don't want to." He reads me like a book sometimes. Most times. He's definitely enjoying this.
I splay my ears back and frown down at him, not sharing his amusement. Fuck it, I tell myself, and fuck you, I mentally shout at him, because that's what I want to do. How can I not? I'm currently a horny cat with an angry red erection with my naked boyfriend spread before me. I'm sure that's what he wants too. Damn social politeness. I put all my inhibitions in a mental bottle and figuratively punt it across the open field.
I drop to all fours and crawl on top of him, placing my short muzzle in front of his long one. He was surprised, I noticed the brief flick of his ears much to my satisfaction, but only for a half second before his grin recovers. "Well, maybe I don't want to sunbathe." I growl again, more teasingly. I brush my tail against his balls and I feel his cock pulse and start hardening. I press my hips down, rubbing our erections together, feeling them both grow. "Maybe I want some fox for dessert."
"Well, I'll make you a deal," he replies huskily. He places a paw on my cheek ruff, his breath hot on my whiskers. "Finish the hike, and I'll give you a little taste now, and the rest after dinner."
Now it's my turn to smirk. "Deal."
He pushes my head down and our lips meet. We kiss slowly, savoring each other's taste. I close my eyes, moaning a little. I feel his paws fumbling with my shirt, trying to get it off. I break the kiss long enough to almost rip it off over my head, I like that shirt you know, and then dive back down into his muzzle.
As we get into it, I fall back into a familiar and comfortable state of mind, even if it was in a completely unheard of setting. My paw finds the back of his head and push forward. The other paw traces the side of his white stomach, claws extended slightly, eliciting cute little whimpers from him as he tries to squirm away from it, but my weight firmly holds him down. He runs his paws down my back, giving me goosebumps, then cups my ass, massaging them, tail swishing excitedly against mine. I grind my hips into his in response. I both smell and feel his pre against my cock through the cotton, making me all the more excited. I feel him hook one finger in the waistband of my shorts, starting to pull them down.
I get up and finish it for him, dropping shorts and boxers. I feel the late summer breeze on my freed and fully aroused member and start to understand a little of why Connor enjoys this. I take a deep breath of the air, feeling the warm sun on my nethers. I put my hands on my hips, stand over him, and smirk down. He grins up and does his little wiggle again, appreciating the view.
I drop back down on him and press my hips, our pre mixing and lubing our cocks and igniting a heat in me that can't entirely be the sun on my back. I bring my muzzle to his neck and nip at him. He groans as I tease him relentlessly. If he could read my mind like a book, then I could play his body like a violin. A slight claw poke to his flank, a teasing finger circling his hole, a tongue in his ear, and he's moaning a Bearthoven symphony for me. He thrusts and presses back against my efforts at an increasingly insistent pace. He grabs our cocks in one paw and starts to stroke them, getting a low growl from me. I didn't even realize how loud we were getting.
Then I hear a low appreciative whistle from behind us, and someone somewhere figuratively threw my inhibition bottle back at my head. Hard.
To my credit, I didn't scream out. It was only a slightly too high-pitched yelp as I roll off Connor and immediately cover my genitals with both paws. My cheeks are a furious red, my tail is fully between my other cheeks, and my body is ready to bolt somewhere far away, possibly the other side of the world. I look up to see who came over to watch the show.
"Bard!" Connor exclaims. He hops up to his feet, cock bobbing, to give the newly appeared grey fox a big tight hug. He's slightly shorter than Connor, but just as toned, and has a similarly big hiking pack. If he didn't have grey and rust red fur, I would say they were brothers.
"Bard? Like DnD bard?" I ask, bemused. Whoever he is, he doesn't seem to be surprised by a couple guys having public sex or that a hard fox boner is sticking him in the gut. In fact, he seems to be getting along real well. And, he happened to show up at the right time, despite us not seeing anyone else all morning on the path.
Which means... Connor set this up.
Fucking fox!
I scowl at the two conspirators. "Yeah," the red fox replies. "Well, really it's Brad, but he plays like a million instruments."
"Six."
"Sorry, six million."
Bard rolls his eyes and sets his pack down. They both sit, one on each side of me. Uh oh. Connor immediately sidles up to me and rubs my pecs, a sultry look in his eyes. Bard removes my paws from my crotch, to which I surprisingly put up no resistance. I look down to find myself still hard as a rock. What is going on here? My mind should have aborted and called for a tactical retreat as soon as an unknown party made contact, but it seems to have redoubled its efforts. What was it about foxes exactly that can do this to me? I didn't even consider anything outside the standard positions until recently, for Lion's sake!
The grey fox let out another appreciative whistle. "Dang, that's a nice piece. What is it, seven?"
"Eight." Connor is grinning from ear to ear. He reaches down to circle the base of my cock. "And thick."
Bard looks me up and down and left and right, taking in my broad shoulders and medium build. He touches one of my ears with a tip of his paw, making it flick reflexively. "He's definitely great, Connor. I'm sorta jealous."
"Well, why don't you give him a little try, since you're here and all?"
I blink. Woah, woah, wait a minute. I'm not gonna sit here and be talked about like a piece of meat. I push both foxes away and reposition myself across the blanket, facing them. "Hold up, hold up. Time out! Connor, hon, what's going on here? Who's this guy and why are you okay with him having sex with me?" I wave a paw towards the grinning grey fox. Fucking foxes and their fucking grins. "Although, I'm fairly sure of what's going on..." I mumble under my breath.
Connor shrugs in his infuriatingly nonchalant way. "Bard's an old friend. He's visiting town for a while and thought we would catch up."
"More than friends," Bard feigns hurt feelings, putting paws over his heart. "We were such a good couple."
"Yeah, so good that we ended up annoying each other to death."
"As I recall, I was winning."
It was Connor's turn to roll his eyes. "I've been bragging to him online about you and he told me he just had to meet you when he next came back to town."
Bard closes his eyes and nods sagely. "And he was right to brag. He's told me a lot about you. You're a good guy, and I'm glad Connor found someone that can ground his giant inflated ego." Connor punches him lightly in the shoulder, laughing.
My scowl doesn't disappear. "And, by meet, you meant..."
"Oh, c'mon, babe." My fox crawls up to me. "You love fucking me, so think about how great it would be to fuck two of me. You've told me how you want to be a little more experimental."
"Experimental as in like, role-playing and stuff, not..." I look over. Bard already removed his clothes, no underwear, and he's the spitting image of Connor, just with different fur colors. Fuck, he even slides up to me in the same sexy way. I gulp hard as both vulpines cling to my arms, foxy eyes in full force.
"You know, I am a bard," he whispers in my ear.
I groan in agony for all the furs who were slain by horrendously bad puns everywhere.
"I think you broke him."
"Woops, haha."
"You owe me a new boyfriend."
"How about I just fix this one?" I feel a gentle paw on my chest, pushing me down onto my back. I tilt my head up. Both foxes were holding my legs apart, lying down on them, and eyeing me like hungry wolves. It doesn't seem like I have much choice in this. And, somehow, that just made it hella hotter.
"Just lean back and relax, stud. Let the foxes work their magic." Connor grins his crooked grin.
Before I get a chance to reply, Bard lowers his slender grey muzzle and envelops the head of my needy member in warmth, sliding his silky tongue up and down my piss slit. Whatever I was going to say was knocked out of me and instead came out as a low moan, pushing my head back down onto the blanket.
Connor leans over and puts soft lips onto mine. He kisses me excitedly as he rubs my chest. I open my muzzle and let his tongue twist against mine. I feel Bard reposition between my legs and plunge his muzzle down my length, taking nearly the whole thing at once. A wicked hot streak courses through my body, starting from the back of the grey's throat and ending at the red's, eliciting a deep growl that I didn't even know could come from me. I reach up and push Connor's head deeper into the kiss. Bard put his arms behind my knees and lifted my legs slightly, angling my cock perfectly for another dive, deeper this time, making my toes curl.
I break the kiss, panting hard, the sensations from my cock threatening to overwhelm me. Bard is an expert, no ifs ands or buts, maybe even better than Connor.
Don't tell him I ever said that.
Maybe he heard my thoughts, because Connor stares at me and licks his lips. He lies down opposite me, giving a little swipe of his tongue across a nipple as he passes, and parks his muzzle next to Bard's bobbing one. A look passes between the two foxes, red and green eyes glinting mischievously. Bard takes his muzzle off and is immediately replaced by Connor's, suckling on the tip. The grey's head dips lower to work on the shaft, wrapping his prodigious tongue around it, taking slow strokes up and down.
I prop myself on my elbows and my eyes widen in both pleasure and perplexity at the sight before me: two foxes worshipping my cock. I would swear that I was passed out from exhaustion and dreaming, but the spine tingling sensations coming from my dick told me it's no lie.
They take turns exploring every inch of me, but never leaving any spot untouched. When Connor starts to deepthroat me, Bard takes my balls into his muzzle. They both suck hard as I moan and groan and scratch at the blanket under me with my claws. I arch my back and buck hard into whatever muzzle is currently servicing. Then they switch back, teasing me mercilessly, stopping at just the right moments to leave me wanting more. How are foxes so good at blue balling? My poor cock is begging, begging for release. I growl gutturally, demanding to know why they torture me so.
"He looks like he's having fun."
"Maybe a little too much fun. He's getting too loud."
"Oh, I know just how to shut him up."
I open my eyes to a fuzzy orange butt hovering an inch from my muzzle. Connor straddles my chest and I reach up with both paws to cup the peach shaped beauty before me. I spread his cheeks and poke his hole with my wet nose, giving it a few sniffs and loving his scent. I give it long, slow, but careful, licks with my rough feline tongue, eliciting a moan from my fox. His tail lowers onto my head, his way of begging to go further. Chuckling, I happily oblige, digging into his ass like a starving fur. The red fox above me pants and groans, squirming with delight on my muzzle.
"His tongue is absolutely amazing," he gasps out.
"Too bad he only has one. Looks like I'll have to settle for this thick boy," Bard replies.
I can't see anything beyond the orange and white fur in front of me, but I feel the grey straddle my waist, rubbing his shapely ass against my throbbing cock, teasing me as only a fox could and would. I buck my hips at him, telling him to get on with it. I hear a soft, "So impatient," right before Bard starts lowering himself onto me, taking my girth like a pro. Balls deep in only two or three strokes, and I'm absolutely loving it. The sensations from my cock spur me to double my efforts with my tongue. I alternate bucking hard into the grey and drilling deep into the red. I hear lips smacking above and know that the foxes are kissing while enjoying the ride on this carnal puma coaster. All of us are moaning loudly, the idea of someone catching us the farthest thing from our minds.
Unsurprisingly, I come first, pumping hard into Bard's tight ass. It triggers a cascade of cumming, next Bard, his ass squeezing tighter as he orgasms, then Connor shouts out sharply. I feel both foxes spraying my torso with hot spunk. Connor even wipes the last drips of his cock on my chest, fucker. They unscrew themselves from me and I lie there panting and flush in the afterglow.
"Hey, you mind if I get a sample of that tongue?"
Bard presents his hole to me, dripping with my cum. I lick my lips. I really shouldn't have seconds, but... I reach up and partake of this new delight. Under my own jizz, the scent is similar to my red. I give the grey the same long slow licks, savoring my own salty taste. He moans appreciatively at my efforts. "Oh yeah, damn, I need to get the full ride later."
In the meantime, Connor takes my deflating dick in his muzzle and softly licks around, cleaning me up. I gasp and squirm at my post orgasm sensitivity, which I'm sure he relishes. I can practically see his sadistic grin.
I lay spread-eagle on the blanket and the foxes take either side of me, grey to my left and red to my right. Being the considerate fellows they are, they lick at the matted fur on my torso. Matted with their cum, by the way, so it's only fair they clean me up. I feel a little dominant right now, so I reach down to both their butts and tease their holes with a finger, pressing in slightly. They both grin their mischievous foxy grins and raise their muzzles, licking the side of mine. I lock muzzles with the grey, giving quick swipes of my tongue on his, then switch over to the red and do the same, although a little longer. Lion Christ, did this really just happen? I feel like I'm on cloud nine. I could lay here forever.
Just as I start to doze off in the pleasant warmth of the noon sun, I hear the foxes get up and start packing their bags.
"C'mon, Jack. We're only halfway through the hike. Let's finish quickly so we can go for round two at our place."
I open my eyes wide. My legs protest furiously.
Fucking foxes.